#It's more likely than you'd think

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Oscar: Did you seriously just throw up on my shoes..? Courtney: What is that? Oscar: Fish pie? Courtney: Did you make it with rotten fish? Oscar: Excuse me-… Robin: Who threw up? Courtney: Me, honey-.. it’s fine, I’ll clean it up. Robin: Can I eat it? Oscar: Wha-.. oh, the pie! Sure. [Courtney shot Oscar a look of disgust, half tempted to throw up on him again] Oscar: What? The kid eats anything, remember when Lou-… Courtney: Alright. Oscar: Are you okay, are you sick..? Courtney: Maybe. Oscar: Maybe-.. tell that to the rug, and my shoes. [Courtney grimaced apologetically] Courtney: Sorry, I’ll-… Oscar: It’s fine, go lay down or something. … Oscar wasn’t particularly phased by vomit; he was used to being thrown up on by now-.. hell, he’d covered himself more times than he could count in the past. Shaking the unpleasant memories away, he dragged his thoughts to the present. It hadn’t occurred to him until now that Courtney might be pregnant, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense; she’d been ill a few times recently, and tired. She’d figured it was just “that time of year” or blamed it on the fact that Robin had started school and decided to share his germs, but no one else had gotten sick yet. On the one hand it was a relief she wasn’t obsessed enough to notice this time around, on the other, he worried she might feel overwhelmed by the news, or that she might be in denial. Impatient to get more done around the house, he’d spent most of his free time working as of late, though he tried to help out as much as he could; Robin threw a fit every morning before school and she’d just managed to start weaning Wren and Byrd, who were admittedly a handful more often than not. They definitely had a lot on their proverbial plates… Still, whatever her reaction might be, he couldn’t help feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of having another child. Failing to notice Lou’s head buried in his “disgusting” fish pie, Oscar flung water everywhere as he shook his hands, used his jeans in lieu of a tea towel and hastily headed upstairs with a grin. … Oscar: What’re you doing in here? Courtney: Thinking about how much we still need to do. [Oscar scoffed, waving a hand, it’d get done eventually; besides, he wasn’t too interested in the house right now] Oscar: I think someone might be pregnant. Courtney: Can it be you this time? [Oscar chuckled, shaking his head] Oscar: ‘fraid not-.. when was the last time you took your pill? Courtney: Yesterday-.. no, today. Oscar: Hmm. Courtney: Maybe we should-… [Courtney trailed off as Oscar gleefully finished her sentence] Oscar: Get a test? On it!

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #courtney finch #robin finch #ᓚᘏᗢ #oop #👀 #MOAR FINCH'S?! #it's more likely than you'd think #ehueheuh #fkin lou with his lil feetsies in the pie lmaoooo #we could scold him for eating hooman food but where's the fun in that #twvomit

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Seven Several Sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and I'm about to work a ten-hour shift so before that hits, have a snippet!

“It’s not about money,” Eddie mutters. Buck turns to him, folding himself like origami on his chair. “Okay, what’s really going on here?” “Going on?” “Don’t play me for a fool, Imbolc. I know when something’s up with you. Why do you want to avoid the mountain pass?” Buck pauses, lets the silence linger. “You can talk to me. It’s okay.” He remembers when they’d stopped by his parents’ house in El Paso, and things had been tense. Not enough that it was a stilted dinner, but enough that Hen and Buck had picked up on it. Buck had cornered him at the bathroom afterwards, and Eddie’d told him the truth: it was the first time he’d seen them since they’d tried to take his son. “Listen to me,” Buck had whispered, his voice completely devoid of the softness that usually infused it. “They will never take Chris from you. Ever.” I know, Eddie had thought. They can’t, now, because I gave him to you. Buck’s never said that he wished Eddie had told him sooner. But he still thinks it was unfair, in retrospect, to let Buck wade into that without knowing the truth. If he could go back in time, he’d tell Buck before. He’d let himself bask in Buck’s righteous, protective fury. And because this isn’t real life—because this is D&D—he can do that. He can be selfish.

You are all SO lucky I love you and shared a Buddie fic and not my rarepair that's rotating around in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

When Bobby said that D&D could be a bit of wish fulfillment this isn't exactly what he meant...

Tagging @princessfbi and anyone else, again, no idea who's got something going on.

#mads writes stuff #tagging thing #buddie #buddie fanfic #911 abc #911 fanfic #princessfbi #alliaskisthepossibilityoflove #Eddie? convinced he can't have Buck for real and so trying to have it in D&D? #in order to 'get it out of his system'? #it's more likely than you'd think

[salamansir]

@bennydunbar

@scoliosisgoblin

I feel like you two deserve to see him first, my yb sona! Surprise, it's literally just me. X]

(click for quality TvT)

Trying to incorporate a septum ring in this style was a nightmare

#Yb #y0ur b0yfriend #your boyfriend #yb sona #Self insert #A certified 🌟peter kisser🌟 #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend visual novel #your boyfriend yn #Y/n content #On my tumblr? #It's more likely than you'd think #Good God there are so many tags for this fandom- #Salamander scribbles

[cthulhusstepmom]

Torbek is easy to sneak up on. 

Always has been. If you grilled him on it he’d groan and waffle, stutter and stumble about until something halfway believable falls out of his mouth; something that probably wouldn’t convince him either. Sometimes, on those nights when cheap liquor could make a philosopher out of anyone, he’ll ponder it. Poke and prod at the thought and watch it flop and sag about the haunted theater of his imagination until it lands in a way that makes just enough sense.

It’s ‘cause his thoughts are so loud, he’s pretty sure. The environment around him blending into the tumultuous storm of his scrambled brain. After a while(forever really) it becomes a difficult thing to discern a yelling voice inside from outside. Forget about quieter things like footsteps. It’s one reason he’d liked the Carnivalé; it was a place so filled with noises and colors and wonders that blurred the lines of reality that it had drowned out the voices almost as well as the alcohol. 

It’s one reason he likes Gideon. He thinks, ear twitching as he hears the familiar clink of chains moments before that lovely warmth drapes over his back. 

Not much Gideon does could truly be considered quiet. He steps with a confident stride, heavy work boots tattooing his path into the floor wherever he goes. His voice has a resonant quality, every word pushed out of his throat with all the force of a bellows. And of course one can’t forget the chains; Ringing symbols of freedom, proudly declaring as much in their very movement. (Not to mention he snores with all the bellowing qualities of a steam engine).

Torbek wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

“Whatcha thinking about Sweet Thing?” 

Torbek shrugs, nuzzling into the solid presence at his back as his nonanswer is taken with a hearty chuckle and the press of a hot kiss to his temple.

I got bit by the scorched fur bug XD suppose I have @gorebek to thank for that <3 (happy late birthday! I love your art!)

#scorched fur? in this economy? #it's more likely than you'd think #headcanon #character study? #i guess man idk i just wanted to smash them together and yell kiss #so i did #gideon coal #torbek #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #scorched fur

[rosie-b]

True Blue

Chapter 11: Going for Gold (in the bad luck tournament)

“You’ve decoded the Grimoire?” 

Marinette’s face grew warm as she tried to explain. “No, no, but I looked at the pictures in it and I think I managed to isolate the ingredients for a possible cure. M. Agreste didn’t want me to, so please don’t tell him,” she begged. 

Nathalie sat down. “But you managed to figure out a solution? How? Listen, I won’t tell M. Agreste, but it’s very important that you tell me exactly what you’ve been doing. I might be able to help you.” 

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It was becoming painfully clear that making potions wasn’t Marinette’s strong suit. 

She’d made several different versions of the rock/gold/feather mixture she’d finally determined was what the Grimoire’s pictures hinted to on several different days. She didn’t exactly have the right ingredients, but then, she couldn’t tell what those were without a written translation of the book. Instead, she’d tried mixing chalk dust or tiny pebbles, gold-colored links from old bracelets, and ground-up pigeon feathers in various combinations. 

So far none of her mixtures seemed to have worked, not that she’d had a real way to test them other than spooning a tiny amount into a vial necklace, wearing it all day, and seeing if it did anything to alleviate her symptoms. Which it didn’t. 

Marinette wasn’t going to give up! It was just... well, her methodology needed to change. If wearing her hodgepodge brews in a vial necklace wouldn’t work, then maybe ingesting the potions would.  

There was only one problem with that theory: Marinette did not want to ingest ground rocks, gold, or feathers. Maybe it worked for the witches of the past, but it just didn’t seem healthy to her modern sensibility. 

Well, maybe she could ask M. Agreste for the proper ingredients and get the potion to work that way!  

But he hadn’t been exactly supportive of her idea when she’d introduced it to him, and she didn’t want to upset him by insinuating that she knew more about the Miraculous than he did.  

Still, he had access to resources (like money) that she did not, and without his help, she honestly doubted that she would ever get her hands on meteorite dust, molten gold, or a peacock feather (although come to think of it, she could always steal one from the zoo). 

It was with this storm of nervous thoughts in her head that Marinette made her way into the Agreste mansion on Friday. Nathalie gave her the three pills she took every morning, and Marinette downed them without hesitation. She was used to the routine by now, and though it helped less every day, she was grateful to M. Agreste for his generosity in doing what he could to offer a cure. 

“Marinette,” a voice called, faint and far-off to Marinette’s ears. “Marinette,” the voice called again, and she looked up from the dark wood of the desk. 

“Hmm?” she asked pleasurably. 

Nathalie sighed. “I asked if you were feeling good enough to help M. Agreste with another akuma today. He’s tentatively scheduling it for an hour before Adrien comes back from school.”

Marinette squinted her eyes to keep Nathalie’s features from swimming together like a Picasso painting. “That sounds fine. You know I don’t have any reason to say no to helping.” 

Setting her tablet down, Nathalie looked closely at Marinette. “Maybe you’ve committed to helping M. Agreste, but you don’t need to do it at the expense of your health. You aren’t getting better, Marinette. You’ve been getting worse — don’t bother denying it. Don’t feel like you need to be in every fight, either; an irregular schedule keeps Golden Bug and Chat Grise on their feet. I can tell M. Agreste that you need more time to catch up on schoolwork, so you don’t need to worry about upsetting him, if that’s what’s keeping you.” 

I wouldn’t be getting worse if I could just get the cure to work, Marinette thought. 

It must have been out loud, if Nathalie’s face was anything to go off of. 

“You’ve decoded the Grimoire?” 

Marinette’s face grew warm as she tried to explain. “No, no, but I looked at the pictures in it and I think I managed to isolate the ingredients for a possible cure. M. Agreste didn’t want me to, so please don’t tell him,” she begged. 

Nathalie sat down. “But you managed to figure out a solution? How? Listen, I won’t tell M. Agreste, but it’s very important that you tell me exactly what you’ve been doing. I might be able to help you.” 

Marinette stared. Was Ms. Sancoeur lying to try to get some kind of confession from her? Was she going to be fired and summarily banned from ever talking to Adrien again for this? 

Nathalie held her gaze patiently, looking truly concerned about Marinette’s attempts. 

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Marinette decided. “The ingredients are meteorite dust, molten gold, and an element from the animal represented by the kwami of the broken Miraculous; in this case, that’s a peacock feather. Since I don’t have any of those three things, I’ve been using substitutions. I ground them up, mixed them into a potion, and put them into this vial necklace. I wore it for days and tried different mixtures, but it hasn’t helped. I’m afraid that M. Agreste was right, after all.” 

“If you haven’t been using the right ingredients, then we can’t make that jump just yet. M. Agreste and I,” she said, and her voice trembled ever so slightly, “We’ve been trying to find a solution ever since Emilie fell ill. Any idea is a breakthrough worth considering and testing in full. If you could prove your hypothesis to M. Agreste, it would do more than guarantee your health. It could heal Emilie and remove our need for the other Miraculous! You would win the fight without throwing a punch. Well,” she snorted, “With a few punches. But I do think that this is the best possible outcome.” 

Marinette hesitated. “Really?” 

She wasn’t ready to take hope back into her heart yet. M. Agreste had been against her idea, and he had had a good reason for it. Who was she, a girl who’d only recently learned about the Miraculous’ existence, to advise Hawk Moth himself? To go against the wisdom of a man who had spent years in search of a cure for his beloved wife and son? 

But Nathalie, though she’d just looked more excited and energetic than Marinette had ever seen her before, looked solemn as she nodded. “Really. We’ll keep it a secret from M. Agreste for now, but I will provide you with the ingredients and we’ll finish making the cure. Then we can decide if it was a fool’s quest or not. You have found a new path to success, Marinette. That is no small thing.” 

Finally believing her words, Marinette let a smile creep across her face. Could she really have figured out the way to end this ongoing fight? Save Emilie, and maybe at least one of the other parents, too? 

There was still the matter of Adrien, and the other senti-children, too. But that was more a matter of protection than anything else. And Adrien might call himself her knight, but Marinette was the one fighting as his soldier, secret and steadfast in her mission. She would make sure no one hurt him or used his origins against him, ever. 

__*__*__*__*__ 

The ingredients arrived that afternoon, just before the akuma attack. Nathalie had the Gorilla, who did not know their purpose, deliver them to Marinette’s house, and reassured her that nothing bad would come from her trying to make the cure once again. 

Then it was time to face the so-called heroes. 

The akuma today, which Marinette had eventually convinced Nathalie to let her help with, was a little boy who had wanted a lollipop. “Gigantitan,” Hawk Moth had named it. 

Marinette privately wondered why Hawk Moth had bothered keeping this akuma, when it had been meant for the man across the street, not the literal baby. The butterfly had been diverted from its course by the strength of the baby’s emotions, and the baby had agreed to Hawk Moth’s offer of powers, so she supposed it must be okay. Still, something about it seemed off. 

“Hey, Miss Blue,” Golden Bug greeted her as she arrived on the scene of the akuma battle. “Skies been matching your color recently?” 

Chat Grise slid under the akuma’s giant foot as it stomped on a playground swing set and wailed in disappointment. 

“No, but I think her emotions have been. Look at her face,” she murmured in the same quiet voice as usual.  

Golden Bug clucked as Bluewing tried to steel her face and hide her emotions. “Oh, being a villain got you feeling blue? What a pity,” he remarked as he signaled some sort of plan to Chat Grise, who nodded and leapt off. “Maybe switching to the right side would let you feel light as a feather again!” 

He tossed his yo-yo towards Chat Grise, clearly intending to make a tripwire to bring Gigantitan down with.  

“Turn around!” Bluewing called up to Gigantitan. But Gigantitan must not have heard her, because he kept moving forward. 

Mildly desperate and doubting Hawk Moth’s ability to control a months-old baby, Bluewing rushed forward and shoved Golden Bug towards the end of his yo-yo string. The tripwire collapsed, but now Golden Bug was directly in Gigantitan’s path and would probably get smushed in a few seconds. 

Realistically, Marinette should be cheering about that fact, because hey, maybe he would give up his Miraculous after this to avoid getting stepped on by an oversized toddler again!  

Unfortunately, no one had told Marinette’s heart this. It was crying out in agony that oh, the love of her life was about to be crushed under that oversized toddler’s foot! Wasn’t that awful? How could she just let this happen!? and so she swooped forward, unable to resist the impulse to pull Golden Bug out of the danger zone, not that he needed her help. 

Before she could reach him, he was already pushing himself up, and he used his yo-yo to swing over to where his partner stood. They shot Bluewing twin scowls as she belatedly realized (while tripping over her disloyal feet) that she’d played herself, and now, lying on her back where her enemy had just been, she was the one about to get crushed by a toddler’s onesie-clad foot. 

Adrien, I’m so sorry, she thought, and hoped that getting stepped on by a baby wouldn’t hurt as bad as getting trapped under the Eiffel tower had. 

She never found out. 

Golden Bug’s yo-yo wrapped around her waist and pulled her out of the danger zone just before Gigantitan’s foot touched down. Bluewing had a few seconds to feel relieved, but Chat Grise immediately seized her fan and broke it, ruining the moment.  

She’d done that during nearly every single battle Bluewing had been in, and Marinette couldn’t blame her, although it was a little bit annoying. She’d finally learned a technique where a fan could be helpful in a fight (from Avatar: The Last Airbender, but who was counting), and losing her fan still made her feel like a failure. Well, more like a failure. 

 “Lucky Charm!” 

Golden Bug’s call snapped Bluewing back into action, and she dove to grab whatever object he’d summoned this time before he could. A giant plastic lollipop smacked her in the forehead, and she fell to the ground, dazed. 

“Sorry, Miss Blue,” Golden Bug chuckled as he bent over her to pick up the Lucky Charm, “I’m guessing this means you couldn’t tell the difference between good and evil if it smacked you in the face!” 

Bluewing groaned as Chat Grise and Golden Bug struggled to lift the fake lollipop up and wave it in front of Gigantitan. She could forgive a bad pun here and there, but did he have to look so stupidly handsome while he was telling them? 

The akuma was defeated before Marinette pushed herself up to stand on wobbly legs. A friendly swarm of ladybugs flew around her as Golden Bug’s Cure healed her injuries, and as they left, she saw the hero her enemy catch the baby who’d been akumatized as he fell from the air. 

“Ooh, was that an exciting big fall? Was that fun?” he asked the baby in a playful tone, and the baby gurgled happily. Chat Grise, standing by her partner, dangled a real lollipop she’d asked a vendor for in front of the baby, and he went cross-eyed as he grabbed for it. Golden Bug laughed and held the toddler close to his chest as they walked over to a woman who must have been his mother, and her grateful praise faintly reached Marinette’s ears as she turned to go back to the mansion. 

It was just another victory for the false heroes; another failure for the real ones. 

Marinette let herself fall along with her transformation as soon as she reached the safety of the mansion. 

Hawk Moth, frowning, informed her that she should come back for further training that night. 

__*__*__*__*__ 

It was almost dark when she reached the mansion that evening. The pale pink hue of the clouds was fading from them, and the sky was mostly dark except for a few pockets of blue near the clouds. 

Marinette watched the darkness spread and tried to hold onto the courage she’d found that afternoon, after the battle. She’d gone home and begun work on the possible cure with the ingredients from Nathalie; mixed the meteorite dust with the peacock feather and added gold, heated up by the Bunsen burner Nathalie had sent with it. 

This mixture didn’t come out looking like the others had. It was glittering gold, and there had been a little blue puff of smoke as Marinette added the final ingredient. After it had cooled down a little, she’d put some of the potion in her vial, whispering a short prayer — was it a prayer? — under her breath as she put the necklace on.  

Repair the damage, please repair the Miraculous damage!  

She’d felt a wave of relief hit as the vial brushed against her skin, and her legs had strengthened immediately. Suddenly, she wasn’t afraid of falling over at the lightest breeze; she knew that she could run and jump like a kid on a playground and not worry about her muscles suddenly weakening, or that a wracking cough would overtake her as she spoke to her friends. 

This time, the cure had worked. 

Now, she had to be brave enough to tell M. Agreste that it had. 

“I’m disappointed in your work today at the fight,” he began as soon as she stepped into the dojo, not even waiting for her to say hello. “It was sloppy on both of our parts, I suppose.” 

“It would have gone better if the baby hadn’t attracted the akuma to himself,” Marinette offered, keeping one hand in her pants pocket. 

Gabriel hummed. “It would have. But you should have protected yourself from the menaces better. The cat broke your fan, and you didn’t even make a move to stop her.” 

“I was still trying to process the fact that the akuma was about to step on me.” 

“And whose fault was that? Why did you bother trying to help Golden Bug? If he’d been crushed, then so much the better for us! We could’ve won the fight! But I know you are still adjusting to the demands of battle. You need more training, and we need a better plan. Have you ever thought about making a sentimonster of your own?” 

Marinette felt like she’d been punched. 

“What? We agreed that I would never, I mean, Adrien, and the other kids, and that’s too much power! I wouldn’t know how to use it!” 

“I could teach you. Not all sentimonsters look like humans, you know. You could have created a stick man out of lollipops, born from the akuma’s frustration, to help win the fight today. I know you’re nervous about abusing the Miraculous, but believe me, you wouldn’t be. Not under my guidance.” 

Marinette clutched a hand to her chest, where the Miraculous would rest were she wearing it. 

“But, the damage; wouldn’t the Miraculous poison spread faster if I used it to make a senti? And end up like—” she gulped, pleading with her eyes to understand what she was saying. 

Gabriel frowned. 

“Fine, you have a good point. We’ll table it for now. Back to the point of your visit, I have a new technique for you to study. It is called—” 

“I have something to tell you first,” Marinette interrupted, pulling out a second vial from her pocket. “I made it. I made the cure.” 

Eyes filling with fire, M. Agreste stared at the gold liquid held by the necklace in her hands.  

“I warned you not to do that,” he hissed. “You’ve endangered the entire mission!” 

Marinette swallowed. 

“Sir,” she started again, clenching her other fist at her side to keep calm, “I know you didn’t want me to look at the pictures—” 

“But you did. You went directly against my wishes. You disobeyed me.” 

Notgoodnotgoodnotgood—  

Marinette took a deep breath and remembered how happy Nathalie had been to hear that there might be a cure. She’d had faith in this solution, the best outcome. Marinette had to stand her ground, for herself and for Adrien. 

“I know there wasn’t a translation for the Grimoire. I know the pictures don’t mean much without words to go with them. But they were enough, after all! Sometimes a solution really doesn’t exist, and sometimes... you just need to find a new way to create it. Please listen to me,” she begged, holding out the vial in her hands. “I think that my cure can heal Emilie — it’s already working on me — and then you won’t even need the Miraculous, at all!” 

“Won’t need the Miraculous?” Gabriel roared, seething as he looked down at Marinette. “Have you forgotten about the other parents, the ones who have already died from the gruesome poison of your Miraculous? Do you think a witch’s brew is going to bring them back? No,” he spat out, and Marinette flinched. “And what of Adrien, and the other sentimonsters? Do you think some glittering sludge is going to cure them, too? Keep their souls safe from a world bent on destroying them? No, don’t hide it; give me your hand, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” 

She extended her hand again, trembling. “Please...” she whispered, unsure what to say. 

Gabriel snatched the vial out of her palm. Stuffing it in his pocket, he removed a silver ring from the same pocket, clutched tight in his fingers. This he placed in Marinette palm; folding her fingers around it, he offered her a stern frown. 

“This is Adrien’s amok.” 

Marinette would have recoiled, but M. Agreste’s firm grasp on her hand kept her standing in place. 

“So that you know the true weight of this object, I would like to tell you a story. Follow me, and put the ring on. Keep it safe.” 

He led her over to the elevator, down to the basement garden where Emilie’s bed lay, avoiding the stairs so that they wouldn’t disturb Adrien, who was studying in his room and didn’t know that Marinette was there. When they reached Emilie’s place of repose, Gabriel turned to Marinette and began to speak. 

“When Emilie created Adrien, she did it out of love. She knew that anyone who holds a sentimonster’s amok may use it to control them, and so in her wisdom, she split his in two. Now, no one can have complete control of Adrien unless they hold both halves of his amok. The ring I gave you holds one half of it. You can use it to control him, give him any order you wish, but I alone know where the second half of the amok is, and so long as I hold it, I can reverse your orders and protect Adrien from your control. Does that sound fair to you?” 

“No!” Marinette cried. “No one should be able to control him, ever! Why would you give me this?” 

“It is because I trust you,” Gabriel said solemnly. “I don’t think you are losing your battles on purpose. But perhaps you will try harder to win them if I remind you of what’s at stake.  

“Adrien’s life is bound to his amok. If that ring is ever damaged, the destruction will be reflected in him. If it is so much as scratched, he will suffer, just the same as he will if we do not win the Miraculous from Golden Bug and Chat Grise. It is our responsibility to do everything in our power to win, Marinette. Everything. Do you understand?” 

Marinette looked down at the ring she now wore on her finger.  

“I understand,” she said quietly.  

“I appreciate your trying to find a cure,” M. Agreste said in a calm tone. “But as far as I’m aware, the Miraculous is still broken, no? You may have healed yourself temporarily, but each time you put your suit on, you will be poisoned again. Your cure only works partway.” 

“But, Emilie...” Marinette’s voice trailed off. “Don’t you think it might help her, sir? I understand now that we need to make the Wish, but in the meantime, wouldn’t you like to have her back? You have the cure; won’t you at least try to see if it will help her?” 

M. Agreste pursed his lips. “It may have been too long since the poison took effect in her for it to help,” he said bluntly. But as Marinette’s face fell, he added, “I will see what I can do.”

Brightening up, Marinette threw her arms around him in a hug. “Oh, thank you, M. Agreste! Thank you!” 

Squealing excitedly, she wiggled as M. Agreste sighed and led her back to the elevator.  

“Pay extra attention to the lesson tonight,” he instructed her. “Now that you’ll be back to your former strength, I expect you to be even more effective in akuma battles. Don’t pull any of your punches, understand?” 

“Yes, sir,” Marinette said, and smiled to herself. Finally, she’d done something to help Adrien! 

“Oh,” she remembered. “The ring. Let me give it back to you.” 

She started to take it off her finger, but M. Agreste stopped her. 

“Keep it. I trust you won’t use it to control Adrien, will you?” 

She shook her head, anger flashing in her eyes. “Of course not!” 

“Good. Then by keeping it with you at all times, you may do more to keep it, and my son, safe than I could have by keeping it in the mansion. You have my blessing, Marinette. I only ask that you do nothing which could make you lose it.” 

__*__*__*__*__ 

The next day was Saturday, and Marinette was scheduled to help out with one of Adrien’s photoshoots. 

M. Agreste wasn’t there, but Nathalie oversawMarinette’s efforts. She’d felt nervous but excited as she laid out the different outfits Adrien would be changing into. So far, everything had gone swimmingly— that is, until the akuma struck.

Nobody had bothered informing Marinette that there would be an akuma that day. Or that Valentine’s had come so early this year! But here she was, running (possibly for her life) from a dark-colored, winged akuma who was shooting arrows at her and Adrien. 

“Chloe rejected me for you?” the akuma, who was calling himself Dark Cupid (and possibly used to call himself Kim) squawked. “I don’t know why she wasted the energy! It’s clear where your affections lie... for now, at least,” he finished with a chuckle. 

Adrien pulled Marinette behind the bushes in the park the photoshoot was taking place at just in time to avoid the latest barrage of arrows. 

“I really did not need this right now,” he muttered, keeping his arm raised as if to ward off another attack that way.  

Marinette nodded in agreement. “It wasn’t in my afternoon plans, that’s for sure,” she agreed, holding back a hysterical giggle.  

What was she supposed to do right now? Surely, Hawk Moth wasn’t targeting his son and apprentice on purpose! Should she rush back to the mansion, on foot if necessary, and transform? Or should she presume that this was an even worse rogue akuma than Gigantitan had been, and try to take it down before it caused more damage? 

She didn’t get any more time to think about her options, though. A winged shadow fell over their hiding spot, and she felt Adrien freeze next to her. 

“Did you really think you could hide from me in that scrawny bush?” Kim laughed and shot another arrow towards Marinette and Adrien, who glanced once at each other and ran towards the Gorilla’s car. Adrien pulled the door open for Marinette, who was about to crawl inside when she noticed Dark Cupid notching another arrow in her periphery. 

“Adrien, look out!” she cried, leaping in front of him just as the arrow flew home, striking her in the chest. She staggered forward, eyes drooping closed as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, trying to yank it out. But before she could push past the pain blossoming in her chest, her world faded to black. 

__*__*__*__*__ 

When Marinette opened her eyes, all she could see was green.  

The vivid color belonged to a familiar pair of eyes — Golden Bug’s eyes — but the gentle pressure on her lips quickly proved that this was just another dream, just one more quiet moment of bliss before she would inevitably wake up and feel the weight of her guilt come crashing down on her. 

But this time, Marinette didn’t want to wake up, so she wrapped her arms around her forbidden love, eagerly pulling him closer, and pressed her lips more firmly to his. His green eyes fell shut as she deepened the kiss, and a shiver ran through his body as she tangled her fingers in his soft, golden hair. She thought she heard a moan catch in his throat, but she was too focused on kissing him to be sure, too wrapped up in this moment of perfection. 

It ended, of course. It always ended.  

This time, it just happened to be a little worse than it ever had been in the past. 

The boy who Marinette had been kissing pulled back, gasping for air, and his eyes blinked open, peering into hers. 

Adrien worked his jaw for a little before he pushed the question out. “Marinette, are you okay?”  

Ah. Of course, this kind of thing would happen. Of course, she kissed her best friend, thinking that he was someone else. Her friend, who happened to be her boss’ son!  

The same green eyes as before were still staring into hers, but this time she recognized them as Adrien Agreste’s, not Golden Bug’s. He was pinned to the ground under her, his back pressed uncomfortably against the wall of the Agreste mansion. When had they gotten there? Weren’t they just at the park?  

Marinette backed off of Adrien, giving him the space he needed to sit up and slowly begin to massage the sore spots on his wrists, the deep marks her fingernails had left on him. 

No. No, no, no, no, no!  

She’d just been entrusted with Adrien’s amok yesterday! She’d sworn not to misuse it, not to hurt him, and now—! Now, she’d done just that! And on top of whatever akuma-influenced scars she’d left on his body, s he’d just kissed him on the lips ! He was probably so freaked out! 

“I’m so sorry!” She spat it out, horrified, unable to look away from Adrien’s wide eyes, his reddened lips and hot cheeks. “Adrien, I— I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I swear!” 

“It wasn’t your fault,” Adrien murmured, bringing one hand up to lightly prod his swollen lips. “We didn’t know what the akuma could do. And it could have been worse.” 

How?  

This madness had to end. Marinette had to make sure the akuma’s reign ended, and fast. Luckily, she wasn’t that far away from the Miraculous which would give her power to do just that. And poison her. Again.  

Marinette, her mouth thinning, reached a hand down to Adrien. “I’m going to go inside,” she told him as she helped him up. “Stay sa— please stay safe,” she begged. Afraid that she’d keep messing up and control Adrien without thinking, she hurried around the corner of the mansion, taking the steps two at a time until she reached the door. As soon as she’d pulled it open and stepped inside, she slid down against the wall in shock. 

Oh, what had she done? But she didn’t have time to waste feeling guilty! Adrien needed his wounds to be healed, and that could only happen if the akuma was taken down. 

Marinette forced herself to her feet and marched towards the safe where the Peacock brooch was kept. She didn’t hesitate as she punched in the combination and pinned the brooch to her shirt. While the suit was still wrapping itself around her, she was already running to the side door, ready to jump into action. 

But first, she had a call to make. Putting in the earbuds that came with the suit, she pressed the button which appeared on the base of her fan and waited for Hawk Moth to pick up. 

“Marinette! I’m glad to hear from you. The akuma is—” 

“I know what the akuma is, trust me,” she said bitterly. “It’s out of control. It made me hurt Adrien.” Her voice caught in her throat, and she swallowed as she took a break from running to catch her bearings. 

“Dark Cupid wasn’t as effective as I might’ve hoped,” Hawk Moth admitted. “Still, the ring is safe, is it not?” 

Bluewing ran her thumb over the space on her finger where her— where Adrien’s amok had been when she transformed. She couldn’t feel it now, but she knew it was there, hidden under the suit like her clothes. 

“It’s safe,” she confirmed. “Now, where’s the akuma? We need to take it down!” 

Hawk Moth coughed. “Hold on, Bluewing. Adrien is no longer anywhere near the akuma. Golden Bug and Chat Grise finally showed up; Dark Cupid is distracted and there’s no need to recall the akuma at this point.” 

“Yeah, well, we still need Golden Bug to release his Cure,” Bluewing shot back. “Or did you forget the part where I said Dark Cupid made me hurt your son?” 

Hawk Moth was silent for a moment.  

“You don’t think I would leave him unhealed in my Wish, do you?” 

Bluewing scowled as she spotted the fight a block away and started heading towards it. “Fine. I don’t even know what the akumatized object is, so I’ll let it be for now. But this better be the last time you take risks with who you akumatize. If another akuma gets diverted by an unideal subject, don’t go through with the akumatization.” 

She leapt into action, tripping Golden Bug and then lunging towards Chat Grise. She managed to steal half of her baton and toss it away, but that still left her with two enemies to fight. Where did Dark Cupid go?  

Across the street, chaos was reigning; lovers, friends, and family were fighting over what seemed to be the akuma’s influence alone. 

Just like what I did to Adrien, Marinette thought with a shiver. 

“Hey, Bluebird! Good to see you!” Dark Cupid greeted her as he swept back onto the scene, somehow still with a full quiver of arrows. 

“It’s Bluewing, actually,” she corrected as she ducked under Chat Grise’s jab. “You didn’t teach him to call me that on purpose, did you, Bug?” 

Golden Bug only scowled in response. “Lucky Charm,” he called out. “I don’t have the time for this today.”

Chat Grise kicked Bluewing, sending her flying before she could try to steal the Lucky Charm again. 

She was quick to get back on her feet, charging toward Golden Bug while he was staring at the object which had landed in his hands. Dark Cupid was already notching a new arrow, preparing to let it fly. Good. The battle would be over soon.  

“Chat!” Golden Bug called out just as Bluewing got close to him, and the cat came flying out of nowhere, grabbing Bluewing’s wrist and sending her flying towards Golden Bug. What? How could that possibly help either of the heroes?  

Bluewing caught herself as she stumbled, pinwheeling her arms for balance, which she briefly regained for a moment before an arrow struck her right in the center of her back. 

“Come on!” she howled, because really, this was absurd. She’d never been hit by an akuma before, and for it to happen twice in one day was just unlucky. 

It was taking longer for the darkness to overtake her this time, a potential weakness of the akuma perhaps. She had time to notice the odd way Golden Bug was looking at her, then back at the candy apple in his hands. 

Bluewing swallowed. Could he somehow tell what she’d done to Adrien earlier, when she’d mistaken her friend’s green eyes for his? 

But why would she have kissed Adrien (ugh, she’d kissed Adrien) if she’d mistaken him for her worst enemy? Why hadn’t she pummeled him into dust while she’d had the chance? She should’ve ordered him to beg for mercy on his knees while she taunted him for all those stupid model poses he’d taken so much to heart that he was using them everywhere, even at home. 

And Golden Bug, how dare he smirk at her like that? She’d show him to curse the world with that disgustingly perfect smile! 

Dark Cupid was saying something in the background. He sounded pissed. Marinette was pissed, too. 

Stalking towards Golden Bug, she raised her hand and slapped him right across the face, or she tried to, anyway. He avoided her blow and hopped backwards to safety. His sneaky partner stood by him, ready to fight. 

“Ugh, you’re both so doggedly persistent!” Bluewing rolled her head backwards and groaned. 

“Isn’t that a compliment?” Chat Grise asked in a pathetically tiny voice. 

“No!” Bluewing yelled, snapping her head forward and glaring at her. “It isn’t! I hate you! I hate you both! And you won’t stop bothering me!” 

“Wait, what? What!?” Golden Bug was talking to her, but she didn’t care. 

There was a billboard with Adrien’s face on it behind the bratty ‘heroes,’ and Bluewing wanted to take it down. 

“You ugly-pretty model!” she shrieked, looking over and past the two menaces’ heads to address the offending advertisement. “There is no need for your face to be on this many billboards! We’re already plagued with your face from the moment we get up to the moment we go to sleep! I hate you!”  

“You hate Adrien, too? How do you feel about akumas?” Golden Bug’s voice interrupted her bloodthirsty thoughts. 

“Oh, Bratty Bug,” Bluewing crooned, lowering her gaze back to him and the other menace. “I think they’re the only sane people left on this earth. They can take over control of the place once I’ve watered the ground with your blood.” 

Golden Bug took a step back. 

“And... Hawk Moth?” 

“A terrible person. I’m going to kill him, too. I’m going to kill all of you! The whole planet! I hate everyone except for akumas!” She paused for a moment. That statement hadn’t felt quite right. “And Chloe Bourgeois!” she added triumphantly. 

Golden Bug dropped his yo-yo. In the sky behind him, Dark Cupid wheeled about, shooting his arrows and laughing victoriously. 

“Giving up already, coward?” Bluewing taunted, stepping forward with a glint in her eye. 

Chat Grise moved to stand in front of him defensively, holding her baton out at the ready. But he pushed her arm aside and stepped forward. 

“Hey, if you’re so powerful, and if you hate that billboard so bad, why don’t you go do something about it? You want to kill the whole world; why don’t you warm up by killing him?” Golden Bug gestured toward the billboard in a congenial manner. 

“Wow, that is the first smart thing I’ve heard you say,” Bluewing said with a cackle. “Stay here, so I can kill you when I get back. You can follow simple directions, can’t you?” 

“Sure can,” Golden Bug said, grinning tightly and wrapping one arm around Chat Grise. Bluewing shot her a particularly fearsome glare as she stalked past. 

And there he was: her enemy number one, Paris’ favorite golden boy, Adrien Agreste. 

Utterly ridiculous. 

She started work by hopping up onto the narrow platform and punching his well-lit face a couple times, sending sparks flying down to the streets below.  

“Go! Die! You! Ugly! Billboard!” she shouted, laughing when the perfume ad went dark and the metal squealed in agony from her hits.  

As she began tearing the billboard apart piece by piece, Marinette grinned to herself. This was good! She was saving Paris from this piece of scum, slowly but surely! And once she finished with this, she was going to kill that super-ridiculous duo! She was going to murder Gabriel Agreste and his son, and Nathalie, too! 

Grinning, Bluewing wound up her fist, ready to punch Adrien again, when suddenly a swarm of ladybugs surrounded her, releasing the curse and restoring her senses. 

What was she doing?   

Bluewing stepped back from the billboard, wondering how she’d gotten there. She’d transformed, headed to the battle to help Hawk Moth, and— oh, no. She’d gotten hit again. 

And it was even worse the second time, because she actually remembered some of what she’d done. She’d insulted Golden Bug, Chat Grise, and Hawk Moth, and threatened to kill the whole world! Then she’d tried to kill Adrien, even just a billboard version of him, because of how much she’d hated him! 

So much for the loyal soldier.    

Bluewing didn’t bother sticking around to watch her enemies celebrate their victory. She headed straight for the nearest empty alleyway and tore off her brooch. 

It glittered in the sunlight, proudly displaying its broken feathers and beak and heart. Marinette had to use everything she had to control herself and not dash the Miraculous against the brick road. 

Instead, she sank onto her knees and let a bloodcurdling scream tear out of her throat. 

#bluewing au #ml fanfic #rosie-b writing #miraculous ladybug #ooh what's this? an adrinette kiss? in my fic? #it's more likely than you'd think #*laughs evilly*

[lumiolivier]

Waiting for the Ball to Drop

Day 14 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Cock warming

Word Count: 2131

It's New Year's Eve at the Yagami household. And L wants Light to wear a special Christmas present for the occasion.

A year and a half had passed since the Kira case went cold.  Sure, the task force never caught Kira, but the killings stopped.  The world changed only slightly for the better.  Everything was fine.  But something came out of that investigation.  Something wonderful.  They were both too stubborn to admit it at the time, but once the investigation ended, they couldn’t fight it anymore.  L and Light were disgustingly in love with each other.

So, once the investigation was over, they were free men.  Both able to pursue whatever and whoever they wanted.  It’s not like they knew they’d only be pursuing each other.  As much as L wanted to go back to London, he couldn’t leave Light.  And living in Tokyo wasn’t half bad.  The two decided to get a luxury apartment together (because L refused to live in squalor) with Watari only a few doors down if need be.  And that was the beginning of their happily ever after.

A few months after coming clean with everyone about their relationship, how they weren’t just roommates for the sake of saving money or space, Watari couldn’t have been happier.  There was someone else in L’s life to make him happy.  That was good enough for him.  However, it took a while for Soichiro to come around to Watari’s way of thinking.  In all honesty, he was just happy Light wasn’t sticking with Misa.  Having her around for family functions would’ve been excruciating.

That brought them to New Year’s.  After coming back from London for Christmas, it gave L and Light a few days to prepare for New Year’s Eve.  There was no way they’d be able to get out of going to the Yagami household for New Year’s.  It was too important to Sachiko that both her children were home.  And with the way things were going these days, she wanted L around, too.  Even though he wasn’t much for conversation, she wasn’t going to shun him either.

It was an hour before they had to be at Light’s parents’ house.  Light had just gotten out of the shower and L was stretched across their bed.  And he couldn’t help but watch as Light walked toward the closet in nothing but a towel, “Light…”

“Hmm?” Light started skimming through the rack of clothes he had hanging up.

“I have an idea,” L scanned Light up and down, fully appreciating the view, “Would you humor me?”

“Depends on the idea,” Light wasn’t sure where L was going with this, but it had him intrigued.

“You know that pretty little plug I got you for Christmas?” L asked.

“The one with the diamond in the end?”

“That’s the one.”

“Yeah,” Light kept skimming through the closet, “What about it?”

“Put it in tonight,” L insisted, “When we get home, I’m thinking we move some furniture around.”

“Really?” Light climbed onto the bed, getting a quick kiss out of his boyfriend, “You know, if this were any other time, I’d tell you no.”

“But…?”

“But,” Light went on, “It is our first New Year’s together.”

“What?” L pouted, “Do all the other New Year’s we spent working together suddenly not count?  I always thought they were special.”

“Not like that,” Light rolled his eyes, “You know damn well what I mean.”

“Of course, I do,” L pulled Light into his arms, “Our first New Year’s together together.  Yes, I understand.  Does that mean you’ll be a good boy for me and put the plug in?”

Light got up from the bed and took the plug out from its black box in the closet, “I spoil you.”

“And I’m going to absolutely wreck you later,” L got up behind him, “Hurry up.  Your parents are expecting us.”

“Alright, alright,” Light went back into the bathroom and finished getting ready while L grabbed the small fruit basket Light had picked up on his way home earlier in the day. 

Then, the moment finally arrived.  L and Light got into L’s car and headed for Light’s parents’ house.  It had been a while since L had seen Soichiro, but they were cordial enough with each other.  Sure, Soichiro still wasn’t overly thrilled L was dating his son, but he also wasn’t going to complain.  It wasn’t his decision, nor his life to meddle with, so Soichiro let it slide.  The last time L and Light had seen the rest of Light’s family was early November.  Just before L and Light had left for London.  So, naturally…

“LIGHT!” Sayu was the first to jump them at the door.  She threw her arms around his waist.

And Light winced a bit, still feeling the plug inside him, “Hi, Sayu.”

Sayu stretched her arms out to L, knowing how he was about suddenly being touched in any way, shape, or form.  But it was also Sayu.  Just because she could respect boundaries didn’t mean she wouldn’t ask, “Come on, L.  I haven’t seen you in forever.  And it’s New Year’s!”

L wrestled with it for a moment or two, but he couldn’t tell her no, “Fine.  This one time, Sayu.”

“Yay!” Sayu hugged him tight.  And as much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn’t.  It was Sayu.  No one could hate anything Sayu did.  She was too sweet, too pure, too innocent.

“Light,” L begged, “Peel your sister off me.”

“You told her it was ok,” Light pointed out, waving a finger at him, “This?  This is all you.  You did that.”

“I’ll remember that,” L nudged Sayu off him.

“You got here just in time, too,” Sayu chirped, “Mom just put out snacks!”

“Hi, Mom!” Light called from the door.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Sachiko came out with a full tray of assorted snacks.  And L saw chocolate covered strawberries.  He wasn’t going to complain, “Oh, L!  I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, too.”

“Hello, Mrs. Yagami,” L gave her a nod.  Uh-huh.  Where else would I be?  And if you weren’t expecting me, you wouldn’t have made chocolate covered strawberries.  You know how I feel about them.  You know I’m going to probably eat all of them over the course of the evening.  And there’s an even better chance…I’m thinking forty percent…If I ask you to make more, you’ll take the ones out of the basket we gave you and make more for me.  No…Not forty percent.  At the very least, sixty.

“Ryuzaki,” Soichiro greeted him.  He remained cordial.  Soichiro wasn’t going to invite him to a round of golf any time soon, but he could be cordial.

“Mr. Yagami,” L matched his energy, although a touch cockier.

“Hi, Dad,” Light kept his fingers crossed, hoping that the night would go smoothly. 

“Hello, son,” Soichiro managed to crack a smile.  Because he could never be angry with Light.  Not his golden child.

“So,” Sayu dragged Light down to the couch.  And the moment Light fell, he really felt L’s plans for later hitting him, “We were just about to start the movie.”

“What movie?” L wondered.

“It’s the same one we’ve watched every year for as long as I can remember,” Sayu told him, “My Neighbor Totoro!”

“Really?”

“I know, I know,” Light rolled his eyes, “It’s kind of lame, but it’s been my thing with Sayu since she was little.”

“It’s not at all,” L sat next to him, “It’s one of Near’s favorites, too.  I’m not going to judge.”

“Good!” Sayu chirped, sitting on the other couch.

“Alright then,” Sachiko pressed a kiss on top of each of her children’s heads, “Behave yourselves.  We should be back in a little while.”

“What?” Light perked up, “What do you mean?  Where are you two going?”

“Aizawa and his wife invited us out tonight,” Soichiro explained, “I’ve been blowing him off for weeks now, so I kind of owe him.”

“It’s a shame,” L sighed out, “It really would’ve been nice to talk to you tonight, Mr. Yagami.  We don’t get to do that anymore.”

L could see it all over Sachiko’s face.  She didn’t want to go out.  She didn’t want to leave her babies.  And if L could get through to her, they wouldn’t be leaving.  Fortunately for L, Light wasn’t the only one he had wrapped around his finger, “Soichiro…It’s New Year’s.  And we hardly ever get to have the family together anymore.  I’m sure Shuichi could wait until after New Year’s.”

“He already got a sitter for the night,” Soichiro pointed out.

“Then, he and his wife can have a nice evening together,” Sachiko begged, “Please?  Do we really have to?”

“Well…” Soichiro would never let anyone know it, but he had a soft spot for his wife.  And once she asked nicely, he knew he was done, “I guess we can call it off with them.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Sachiko kissed her husband’s cheek and sat down.

“Light,” L whispered in his ear, “Go to your room.  Take the plug out.”

“What?” Light let out a little gasp, “Are you nuts?”

“No,” L took on a firmer tone, “Go.  Take the plug out.  And come back here with a blanket.”

“Alright,” Light wasn’t going to fight him.  He wasn’t quite sure where L was going with it, but he knew better than to ask.  That would be for later.  So, just as he was told, Light went upstairs.

“Hmm,” Soichiro noticed him out of the corner of his eye, “Where’s he off to?”

“I don’t know,” L shrugged, “He just said he needed to go upstairs for something.  It is nice to see you again, though, Mr. Yagami.  How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Soichiro looked at him strangely, not expecting small talk already, “How are you?”

“Curious,” L cocked his head, “Why don’t you like Light and me together?”

“Here we go,” Sayu paused the movie.

“I never said I didn’t like you and Light together,” Soichiro admitted, “Actually, upon further thought and speculation, Light could be with much worse.”

“I understand you’re worried about your son,” L agreed, “But I’m more than capable of taking care of him.  I don’t seem like much, that’s true, but wouldn’t you want him to end up with someone as accomplished as I am?”

“Well…” Soichiro knew L had him backed into a corner.  But he wasn’t going to fight him, “Of course, I do.”

“But there’s something else,” L assumed, “Isn’t there?”

“Not really.” I know what you’re like.  I worked with you for four years.  I’m curious as to how many of those years you were in love with my son.  How many of those days I would walk into work and you would be thinking of my son in the most impure fashion.  What you could’ve been doing behind my back. 

“I’m sure there isn’t.” You’re lying.  Your right eye twitched and you started fiddling with your wedding ring.  You’re very much a traditionalist.  And the fact that your son isn’t going the traditionalist route like you thought you raised him to puts a vein in your forehead.  Well…

“Found one,” Light came back with a blanket in his hand.  And a diamond plug in his nightstand drawer.

“Wonderful,” L made a spot for Light on his lap and wrapped the two of them in the blanket, “Thank you, Light.”

“No problem.”

“Light,” L whispered in his ear again, “I’m going to slide the waistband of your pants down and you’re going to keep me warm.  Do you understand?”

“Right here?” Light felt his face grow flush, “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” L confirmed, “Why do you think I wanted you to put the plug in?  You should be ready for me.  And I know damn well you want me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but…” Light knew L had his kinks.  But he wasn’t sure which one he was exercising.  Still, he let out a heavy sigh, knowing what he was going to get out of it.  It’s no different than the plug, right?  It’s just more skin to skin contact, “Alright.  Go ahead.”

“Thank you,” L started shimmying Light’s pants down and angled himself just right, making sure Light was comfortable.  Although, Light sunk his teeth into the inside of his cheek so hard, he started tasting blood.  He knew he had to be quiet.  He didn’t want to raise any suspicion.  The blanket provided them with ample coverage.  L could feel Light’s warmth and Light could feel L’s length in his lower intestine.  And neither one was upset.  L and Soichiro had a brief moment of eye contact.  And it made L smile. You know, I think I figured you out, Mr. Yagami.  Why you don’t like Light and me together.

Because you know that at the drop of a fucking hat, I could have him calling me daddy, too.

#dnkinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #death note #death note fan fiction #lawlight #lumi writing more lawlight? #it's more likely than you'd think

[sophiegoose]

[TOTK spoilers]

[Specifically regarding the Zora's Domain storyline]

So, uh, like...

Link and Sidon are married now, right?

Like, there was getting down on one knee...

And exchanging vows...

Promising to be by eachother's side...

One of them got a ring...

So that means Link is Sidon's other partner, right? And Zora's Domain has a King, a Queen, and another King now, right?

Like Yona did NOT seem suprised at all in the aftermath and is just super chill and like "Hi Link" after the events of stuff at the Water Temple so, like...I guess Zora wedding customs are just that chill?

Anyway that's gonna be a lot to explain to everyone else later, I'm sure.

#totk #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #zelda totk spoilers #sidlink #polycules? #in my legend of zelda? #it's more likely than you'd think

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Mist?

This is only one of three mentions of this word, and one is already published! I’m impressed. You’re winning so far for rare words, @estelian-01

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The pink mist dissipated, leaving in its wake only a thin, silvery scar crisscrossed over his burn marks. Wild pressed at its smooth, slightly rubbery surface, but none of the expected pain appeared.

“Yeah, sorry about that.” The brown-haired traveler, Hyrule, winced. “I tried to make it as small as possible without touching.”

“It’s no problem. Thank you, 'Rule,” Twilight said. He quickly set to work rewinding the Gerudo silks around Wild’s arm. “Wild, what do we say?”

Wild sent him a glare—he wasn’t a mannerless beast—but said it anyway. ‘Thank you.’

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Ask Game: Send me, @hotcheetohatredwastaken , a random unique word (so like, not “the” or a name. Can't do "eyes" either, it occurs a grand total of 537 times XD), and I’ll respond with an unpublished paragraph from Blood Drops on Roses: Linked Universe - HotCheetoHatred - The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]! No context tho >:D

#linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu wild #ao3 #lu twilight #cheetoanswers #cheetowrites #lu hyrule #hyrule is a fairy #and friendship is magic #honestly this sentence may not even make it into the final draft because this is part of a section that needs to be HEAVILY edited #12000 word fight scene? #from me? #It's more likely than you'd think

[dorospam]

I just realized who Arvio reminds me of

Dramatic, obnoxious, naive, childish, passionate, etc. I could go on

#mtas arvio #my time at sandrock #door txt #they're both charming and praise people with shameless flattery #they're also competent when they need to be #not to mention lively and impulsive hehe #ouran high school host club mention in 2024? #it's more likely than you'd think

[queerbuckleyhans]

do you ever think about how maddie's depression started when she was 9-10 years old? think about just how young that is. imagine such a little kid, seeing her parents suffocating under grief that no one is allowed to about, and seeing her little brother, not even 3 years old, already loved more by his sister, who's still in elementary school and shouldn't know what it's like to grieve, than by his parents who put all of their trust in him and abandoned him when he wasn't a miracle.

she grew up so fast.

#me? sad about the buckleys? #it's more likely than you'd think #maddie buckley #evan buckley #margaret buckley #phillip buckley #911 #mine

[4bsurdcreature]

Pretty happy with my Maji Market loot c:

#what's this? #Me posting out of the blue and it's not even art but more Palia nonsense??? #It's more likely than you'd think #palia #palia screenshots #4c screenshots #Not me playing for 2 hours straight while I'm sick as a dog so I could get enough in-game money to get the regular sized dragon plushy #But look at them!!! They're so cute #I want one irl #Maybe it's time I broke out my crochet stuff again

[moonlitmagicmelody]

@ashortdropandasuddenstop 

Mozenrath was well-acquainted with the undead. His own magic warped the line between life and death to create his Mamluks. But while they made for decent minions and cannon fodder they lacked the acumen for more strategic or delicate work. If he wanted the problem of Aladdin dealt with, it would require an altogether different kind of creature. Hazy recollections of books and scrolls in Destane’s library sent him on a hunt for just the thing. Then all he’d needed to do was listen to rumors from the far-off land that were their favored hunting ground. He’d weeded truth from fiction until he was certain he’d found the ideal specimen.

Which was why he now waited in the large basement room of a less than reputable boarding house in London. Some of the items there-in suggested an acquaintance with a lifestyle far above what the derelict location implied. He only barely bothered to turn when the apartment’s owner returned home. “This is an interesting place to find a man like you, James Norrington.” Mozenrath smirked. “Of course you’re not exactly a man anymore, are you?” He kept his face blank to whatever reaction the vampire might have toward an intruder in its den. “You can kill me of course. But I have an offer that will get you far more than whatever meager sustenance and pleasure you might find in spilling my blood. Tell me, how would you like to be able to see sunlight again?”

#mozenrath #just one chapter behind #ashortdropandasuddenstop #james norrington #harsh light of day #a buffy reference in MY tags #it's more likely than you'd think

[maplefiasco]

When you look so much like Kevin Costner, the Golden Globes get confused and give the award to him instead of you smdh.

#better call saul #bob odenkirk #golden globes 2023 #me yet again being salty about bcs being snubbed by award shows? #it's more likely than you'd think

[archived-and-moving]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Keeper of the Lost Cities Series - Shannon Messenger Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Juline Dizznee/Kesler Dizznee, Juline Dizznee & Kesler Dizznee Characters: Kesler Dizznee, Juline Dizznee Additional Tags: Blood and Injury, Slurps and Burps, Mild Hurt/Comfort, but like. physically, Kesline week 2022, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Graphic descriptions of injury, I rated it teen just in case but it's just. somewhat graphically described, no swearing suprisingly., One Shot, short fic, No beta we die like jolie Summary:

Sometimes, spouses kept secrets.

Kesler had his share.

While he didn't tell his wife everything about himself, he’d still like to pride himself about being a pretty honest and open person.

Especially when compared to the love of his life, who just so happened to stumble into the shop, clutching her side that was slick with blood.

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In which, Kesler discovers Juline is a member of the Black Swan in a slightly different way.

#tobi? making a kesline fic? #it's more likely than you'd think #anyway YES this is a day late but i started writing it on the 24th so it technically counts #kesline week 2022 #kotlc #danutriestoenglish

[svtskneecaps]

didn't quackity run into bad on the server earlier and say he didn't think he was gonna run for election?? i already had like 4 or 5 streams open and didn't feel like bricking my computer by adding his but was he lying. guys was he lying? :(

#qsmp #qsmp quackity #quackity??? LYING??? on MY qsmp??? #it's more likely than you'd think #block game brainrot #shut up vic

[technitango]

not the YouTube subtitles letting the Swears™ happen the iqiyi subtitles are quaking

#I started chuckling at this I couldn't help it #swear words #In my kinnporsche #it's more likely than you'd think #kinnporsche