#Still looks alright tho so eh whatever

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Amira Wayne - Chapter 22

...two years huh?...

My god, this took waaay to long to write. So many scenes were deleted, revised, trashed... I realized I added a story event way too early and then that affected the entire flow of everything, hell, an entire arc was deleted because i didn't realize my mistake until chapters later...(I was planning on Mari/Jason/Wally/Damian taking the fox miraculous but eh, there goes that...)

Anyways, I'm finally back (for now) to write Amira Wayne! (Unless my new job also starts taking a toll on my mental health like my past one...) We have roughly four chapters left? Maybe five? Six? I know for sure that there’s an epilogue tho. So for sure four. 

Really want to thank everyone for their patience, so please enjoy this chapter and see you in the next :D

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Chapter 22: Family, Friends and Identites (1)

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Amira woke up with a start, wondering how she arrived on her bed. The last thing she remembered was hugging Mama and...crying. 

Is that why her throat was dry?

“Feeling alright?” Wally spoke up, Amira noticing that he was bringing in a tray of food. “It’s one in the afternoon.” He provided when he saw her searching for her phone. He watched as she opened it up, only to scrunch her nose at whatever it was she saw upon opening it before tossing her phone aside.

“Day?”

“Still Christmas if you’re wondering. Everyone is downstairs.” Amira opened her mouth before closing it again… “We were just seconds behind when we found out where you were…” A silence fell over them. 

“Is…is she here?” She dared to ask, seeing Wally shake his head before letting out a small sigh. 

“Before we left her place, she asked us to give you this.” Wally motioned to a wrapped present on the floor after placing the tray down, Amira taking the envelope he handed towards her. “Or rather, she told me to personally hand it to you. Didn’t say what the contents were.” Wally leaned against the ladder he had halfway climbed. 

“I see.” Was all she could say as she held the envelope in her hands. 

Was it okay for her to open it right now?

Did her father know about it?

“So Talia Al Ghul, huh.” Wally said again, Amira looking at him. “Didn’t expect that twist.”

“It wouldn’t have been a twist had Ra’s allowed my parents to be together.” Wally tilted his head. “They eloped a year before I was born.” Wally fell from the ladder, causing Amira to rush down and help him get up. “You alright?”

“They were going to get married?” 

“They planned it. But it never got further than that.” Amira elaborated, staring at the letter in her hand. 

‘Because Ra’s forbade them to see each other again. He locked her mother up within her own home to prevent her from seeing her father,’ she wanted to add, but stopped upon remembering the threats he told Talia. 

How he used her as a hostage despite being miles away. How he threatened to kill her if Talia dared to step out of line. How he arranged a marriage with another man, the same man who-

“-ease! Amira!” Wally frantically yelled, Amira snapping out of her thoughts, looking at Wally whose eyes held panic. “Can you hear me? Answer me, please…”

She reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. 

“I’m still here…” At least for now. “I just...remembered something that my mother told me about her father...that’s all.” She said, relaxing her hand in his.

She didn’t expect him to hug her, Amira hugging him back after her initial shock. 

“I was worried.” She felt him hug her tighter.

“I figured...sorry about that.”

“I thought-“

“But I’m here...and alright.” A chuckle escaped Wally. 

“A bandaged hand and a bandage on your face doesn’t exactly scream safe you know.”

“Better than actually being dead.” She joked, only to feel him tense. He took a step back to look at her, cupping her face in the process. 

“What do you mean by that?” Amira placed her hands over his. 

“I…Didn’t I-“ Wally shook his head, lowering his hands, holding hers as he did. 

“You passed out after Selina went to find you.” 

“What about Tim? Did he say anything? Because I’m assuming he did if Selina found out I was coming back via zeta-“

“He only told us that. That you were coming back.” Wally tightened his grasp on Amira. “Amira, what exactly do you mean ‘not dead’? What happened at the manor?”

Amira pursed her lips before sighing. 

“Where should I start? From the moment I stepped into the Cave or how I got these injuries?”

“Probably from the Cave.” Just as Amira was about to retell the story, the duo heard rapid footsteps rushing upstairs.

“Marinette!” Chloe yelled, Amira flushing red when she realized she was still holding Wally’s hands, taking a step back, only for the two to get tackled by Chloe. “Marinette!” 

Chloe proceeded to cry, clinging onto Marinette, Wally giving her a small smile as he helped the two back up. “I missed you!”

“Guess I’ll leave to-“

“Chloe! You can’t just- Marinette!” Sabrina was about to scold, only to join Chloe in the group hug. “You’re al-you’re not alright! What happened to your hand? Your face?” 

“Got in a fight with someone and sprained my hand a bit, but I’m alright. And before you ask, no. It wasn’t from the person who “kidnapped” me.” Marinette clarified when she saw anger flash in Sabrina’s eyes. “These were from someone...else.”

Wally narrowed his eyes. “Wally, you don’t have to worry about them anymore. They should be in Arkham right about now.” She assured in English, risking the chance that Sabrina might possibly know the language. As for Chloe, Amira could only hope for her to ignore the comment. 

“I still want to know what happened.” 

“I’ll tell you later. For now,” She gestured at her two friends still hugging her. “Let’s go downstairs. I think it’s about time we let the others know I’m okay, don’t you think?”

-

Tim watched as Bruce frantically stuffed a bag together, watching as he finished placing a silver case over his luggage.  

Amira’s sudden appearance in Gotham and then Ra’s appearance with Damian at the manor followed by Slade’s raid…something was up.

Bruce let out a huff, still attempting to process everything that happened last night, which only reminded him that he needed to make sure he had to be prepared for anything coming their way…especially Amira’s.

Of course, his concern caused him to shut Alfred’s attempts at a proper conversation. He knew Alfred was trying to tell him something, but that could wait.

He needed to go to Paris to make sure Amira was alright.

Bruce’s panicked state also caused a certain someone to want to be filled in with the details, disguising his interest with curiosity.

“Father, why can’t I go?” Damian asked for the umpteenth time, Tim wondering when he was going to stop. 

Seriously, it was starting to become annoying. He’s been at it for the past ten minutes.

“I already told you. You are to stay here and wait for my return.”

“I can help.”

“Damian, I already told you no.” Bruce sternly reminded him. 

“Just-“

“I said no and that is final.” Bruce sternly said, Tim watching Damian promptly shut up. After a very long silence between the two, Damian let out a small huff.

“Very well then.” He made his way to the Batcomputer. “Seems like I have no choice but to stay behind.”

Bruce felt something off, but thought nothing much of it. 

“I should be back within a month or two. Or less.” Bruce pulled the last of his luggage closer to him. “Tim.” Tim straightened. “J’onn will be here shortly to help cover for me until Dick returns. Make sure to show him the ropes.”

“Understood.” Tim answered, only then wondering why J’onn was going to come if- no way. “Did you-”

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.” Bruce reminded Tim, ruffling the boy’s hair. “I’ll be there without hesitation. And if I can't, don’t hesitate to contact Barry or Clark…maybe Oliver if the situation becomes dire.”

All Tim could do was nod as Bruce vanished through the Zeta tube, never feeling the glare he was getting from Damian. 

As he watched his father leave, Damian swerved back to look at the screens in front of him, eyeing the one at the corner, watching as his father left the Parisian telephone booth and walked in a straight line towards a hotel named Le Grand Paris.

Who knew it was so easy to track a single person miles away with the help of a few buttons.

What are you hiding, Father?

-

The sounds of the twins screaming and squealing made Alya groan upon waking up. It didn’t help that she couldn’t find her phone that was constantly going off.

She was sure she had left it beside her pillow last time, having dozed off upon rewatching some of her blog videos while the rest of the family socialized with one another in the living room just hours ago. 

Alya let out a sigh when she saw it on the floor, picking it up while more messages kept coming in. She let out a small smile as she looked at her phone, the class group chat filled with everyone saying ‘Merry Christmas’ to each other, pictures of themselves with family, pictures of their gifts or of them enjoying their day. 

Even Lila had posted a small Christmas breakfast picture, Alya glad she was finally warming up to them...

If only the class would accept Chloe, Sabrina, Adrien and Marinette just as easily. 

Alya had tried to change her classmates’ view on the outcasts, but the class wouldn’t budge. 

Chloe had been a brat since their first year in élémentaire, Sabrina being seen just as equally of a brat as she was always tagging along with her. Adrien being Chloe’s childhood friend gave the class a bad impression of him and they didn’t try to get to know him once they knew that. They rather save the trouble of knowing whether or not it was true opposed to knowing if he was anything like Chloe. And then there was Marinette. 

Thanks to the incident on the first day of school, the class was actually intimidated to approach Marinette, fearing that her demeanor would influence those around her in a bad way, just like it had towards Nino. Ever since Nino started to hang out with her, he has been more opinionated, always taking her side instead of theirs, always bringing up opposing arguments instead of trying to accept their side.

So in fear of having themselves manipulated by the Gothamite, the class chose to stay away from her. Completely.

When Alya saw that the class wouldn’t change their impressions, she gave up. 

As long as she knew that Marinette wasn’t that bad of a person the rest had painted her to be, Alya could tolerate the other three. Especially when she found out that Marinette was on to something in regards to Lila.

Will you really blindly accept the words of a person without doing any type of investigation?

Ever since Marinette told her that, the words ate at Alya’s conscience. 

After jotting down everything that Lila had ever told her, Alya quickly went to research about each claim Lila had spoken since she had arrived at the school, with each passing tale showing that Lila’s trips and stories didn’t add up. Not even remotely.

With a bit of research done, Lila was telling the truth about constantly traveling thanks to her mother’s job, having a hard time making friends as she never stayed in the same school for more than half a year. That Lila did actually travel to Achu, but she never met Prince Ali. How she actually met stars on red carpets, but wasn’t actually close with any of them despite the various photos she’s taken with them. (It was nice to know that with a bit of money and a fake smile, you could trick others into believing a fake relationship between two people.) How she never went to Gotham, completely debunking her story of being at the Gala.

After all, the guest list of the event was revealed the day after, the article also listing the top five donors for M.Wayne’s latest foundation created by his son Jason Todd.

The evidence of Lila’s tales went on for another two pages, but that was enough for Alya to show Marinette that she was still determined to be an actual reporter. Of being someone who snuffed out the truth to share with those around her.

Now, all she had to do was show it to her.

Quickly scrolling through her contacts, it was only then that Alya realized she never asked Marinette for her number, panic rising in her as she tried to think of a way to tell her-

Of course! She could always just visit the bakery!

Grabbing her coat, Alya didn’t care if she was still in last night’s Christmas outfit, shouting a ‘goodbye, I’ll be back’ to her parents and older sister as she ran to the Dupain-Cheng bakery only to stop midway.

How did she forget?

Ever since the incident...Alya never talked to Marinette...never checking in on her...not even once…

She had been so busy trying to figure out what Marinette had meant by the speech the moment before she got akumatized that she never checked in on Marinette the minute the incident was over…because according to Marinette, Jason Todd was dead even though the article covering the gala said otherwise…

According to the article, Jason Todd was alive.

So then...what was the actual truth?

Could Marinette be the one who wasn’t telling the truth? Or was she? Was Marinette even trustworth-

Alya slapped her cheeks with her hands, letting out a whine despite it not hurting.

Why was she thinking that way? 

Right now, Alya had to check on her friend...after all, just what kind of friend doesn’t check in on a bestie after a traumatizing event...who does that?!

But this was it! This was her chance! She could fix that right now… right?

Mustering the courage to mend her mistake, Alya braced herself for a possible lecture as she made her way to the bakery, only to stop once again when she saw an ever so familiar figure make their way in the same direction she was going, or so she thought.

She watched as he turned a corner, his luggage leaving small trails in the once fresh snow.

But even if M.Wayne wasn’t heading towards the bakery...

What was he doing in Paris?

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“Recognized. Batman. 02.” 

Bruce quickly placed a hat on as soon as he stepped out of the phone booth, hoping that no one nearby would recognize him. After all, he was expected to be in Gotham all day in preparation for the End of Year Gala. 

Without a moment's hesitation, Bruce quickly checked into Le Grand Paris, much to the surprise of the receptionist. 

He wheeled his luggage into Selina’s forgotten suite, sorting his items a bit on the bed before unpacking a few things into the case he had compiled at the Cave. 

Scurrying his way back downstairs and out into the snow, he made his way to the only bakery he knew in Paris: Tom & Sabine's Boulangerie Pâtisserie.

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“Nino! Nino, look!” Nino slowly blinked, trying to keep up with Adrien’s enthusiasm. “Nino, isn’t this the best present or what?” Adrien squealed, a hamster shoved into Nino’s face, Nino only then finally processing what was going on. 

He quickly pushed himself up the sofa, almost slipping off it when his back hit the wall. 

“Dude, don’t just shove that in my face!”

“But Bruno has the cutest face I’ve ever seen! Just look at him!” Adrien exclaimed, snuggling the hamster close to his cheek. “Best Christmas present ever!” 

“Will your dad let you keep him?” 

“If he dares to try and take Bruno away from me,” Adrien let a grin rise to his face. “He’d better be prepared to have a brunet for a son.”  

Nino gawked as Adrien then lit up as he thought of something, watching as he ran up to Selina and motioned to Bruno, once again thanking the woman for his gift. 

Nino watched as Selina smiled and nodded as she proceeded to take out her phone and show him something that caused Adrien to squeal in delight.

Nino allowed himself to smile, his attention from Adrien shifting to elsewhere when he heard footsteps descending from Marinette’s room.

“Baguette!” “Dudette!” Nino and Adrien cried as Marinette stepped down the last step, tackling the poor girl as she tried to process what was going on.

“Are you okay?” “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Hey! Give her some space!”

“Chloe, you’re literally clinging onto her.”

“Hey, um, can I-”

“Well, I was here first!”

“I haven’t seen her since yesterday!”

“Dude, none of us have!”

“Guys, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Your face!” 

“Your hand!”

“Should we track the perpetrator down?” “Did you fight your kidnapper on your own?”

“Guys, can I-”

“Everyone!” Wally finally spoke up, making the group stop. “Marinette needs some space.” The quad of friends looked at their friend, noticing her staring off, quickly backing up from her, allowing Wally to guide her to a seat in the living room.

They watched as he coaxed her into looking at him and when she did, Wally spoke to her before she seemed to have snapped from her state, looking at her friends before looking at the floor.

“Sorry…about that.” Marinette spoke up, lifting her head up to look at the worry on her friends’ faces. “That…that’s never happened before…”

“We should be the ones apologizing.” Sabrina said, quickly standing up and sitting next to Marinette, placing her hand over hers. “You just got up and-”

“-we’re just glad to see you again.” Adrien softly cut off, giving her a small smile, everyone nodding their heads in agreement.

“Gave us quite the fright there.” Nino admitted, “not exactly the best way to start Christmas, as far as I know,” he said, letting out a nervous laugh, hoping to lighten the mood.

“That’s right!” Sabrina cheered up, clapping her hands together. “This is your first time celebrating Christmas with friends, isn’t it Marinette?” Marinette stared at her wide eyed, looking at Chloe and Adrien for confirmation and when they nodded, she stood up.

“Presents. Let’s hurry and exchange presents.” Marinette declared, Wally stifling a laugh at her panicked demand. 

“Adrien already opened his!” Nino snitched, getting a ‘hey’ from said boy.

Marinette watched as everyone soon got up to grab the gifts they had brought for each other, feeling Wally reach over for her hand, tugging her to sit back down.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We don’t-”

“I’m fine.” Amira assured him as she sat back down, watching as her friends exchanged gifts with each other. “Plus, I owe them for ruining-”

“You didn’t ruin anything. After all, you didn’t expect that to happen. Hell, none of us did.”

“Still,” Amira watched as Chloe shrieked upon Adrien introducing her to Bruno while Sabrina squealed at the beret Chloe had gotten her. She yelled about having wanted it for a while and how it was made by some high end designer. “I ended up ruining Adrien’s hard work in planning this out for us.”

“If anything, I think it brought all of us closer.” Wally countered, noticing Jason peeked from the doorway of the apartment. “Closer to the point of unbreakable.”

Amira followed Wally’s line of view, getting up when she saw Jason, causing everyone to freeze.

“Well, don’t stop the party because of me,” Jason stepped forward with a wagon filled with presents, Amira noticing Dick quickly making his way out of the apartment with a phone pressed to his ear. “If anything, let’s get this party going!”

Who was Dick talking to?

-

Alya rang the bell for what she believed to be the third time, glancing to her sides as she waited for an answer. When no one came down, she rang again, now starting to get anxious. 

Why was no one answering?

As far as she knew, Marinette was still home, at least according to the conversations she eavesdropped from Adrien and the rest of the group before break had started. According to Adrien, Marinette didn’t have any plans for the holidays. No family visits, no party -zilch. 

So then, why wasn’t she-

“-haven’t come down yet?” A voice spoke up from behind Alya, Alya quickly jumping once she registered the voice. “Sorry about that! Didn’t mean to scare you.” The woman apologized, stretching out her hand towards Alya. “I’m Barbara. What about you?”

“Alya…” Alya answered cautiously, shaking Barbara’s hand. “Wha-What were you trying to ask me earlier?”

“Oh! Simply asked if the person you were trying to ring had come down yet, but judging from the fact that we’re still out here, I’m guessing no.”

“She should be here though.” Alya persisted, staring at the complex’s door. “Marinette-”

“Marinette?” Barbara chirped, Alya wondering how this lady knew her friend. “As in Marinette Dupain?” 

“Y…yes…although her full name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng…”

“Oh that’s right, Tom married Sabine- anyways, what a coincidence. I’m also here to see Marinette so don’t worry!” Barbara gave Alya a grin, motioning to a box with holes she had held close to her chest. Rustling was heard coming from within the box, perking Alya’s curiosity. “Someone should be coming down to-”

“Babs! You got it!” Dick cheered, causing Alya to jump upon hearing English, wondering who this was.

“Dick!” Dick? Wasn’t that like, an offensive term -insult maybe?- towards another person back in America? “What took you so long? I’m freezing over here!”

“Sorry about that,” ‘Dick’ said, sheepishly grinning as he offered Babs to walk into the building, only then noticing Alya. “And who might you be?” ‘Dick’ asked in perfect French.

“I-I’m Alya, sir.” She noticed him flinch, his smile becoming strained. “I’m Marinette’s friend from-”

“Mimi’s friend?!” Dick squealed, Alya registering how quickly his mood changed upon mentioning- Mimi? Who was Mi-

“Come on Dick, A- who’s this?” Another voice joined, Alya quickly noticing the other boy who she guessed followed ‘Dick’ downstairs. His red hair clicked something in her mind. Why did he look kinda familiar?

“My name is Alya! I came to talk to Mari-”

“Come on you bozos! Let the girl in already!” Barbara scolded, “It’s already as cold as it is and you’re making it worse by leaving that door open.” She then motioned to the box in her hands. “Also, I need one of you guys to take a video of Amira’s-”

“Who’s Amira?” Alya asked, causing the other three to momentarily freeze, blocking the entire staircase.  

“Ah, good question.”

“You see-“

“Cesaire.” Chloe cut off, causing everyone to jump. As if her tone of saying the other girl’s name wasn’t hostile enough, Chloe’s glare clearly told them she wasn’t exactly on good terms with Alya. “What are you doing here?”

“I should be asking you that.” Alya asked, also glaring back at the other.

Oh…it's mutual.  “Why are you here?” Alya frowned when Chloe scoffed at her.

“Why should I be telling you my business? You should be minding your own bees- oh my- he’s rubbing off me.” Chloe cleared her throat, “I’m here because of a Christmas party that Adri-”

“Christmas party? But I thought Marinette-”

“What is everyone doing here?” Selina barged in, sighing as she caught onto the situation with a single glance. “Dick, Wally. Head back to the party. Babs. I need you to tell these two girls that if they want to fight, to take it outside. I’m not going to let them add more stress to Ami-Marinette’s-” Selina noticing the two girls perk at the name, “-day. She’s still recovering and she needs to relax, not find out that two of her…classmates are fighting right outside her home.” 

With that, she stepped back into the apartment, leaving the three girls to handle the situation.

“I’m guessing you two aren’t exactly friends, but are with Marinette…right?” Barbara asked, just to confirm her theory.

“Of course I am!” The girls said in unison.

“For Marinette’s sake, Selina wants the two of you to settle your argument outside. Marinette is still recovering and she wants to make sure Marinette doesn’t get any more stress than what she already has to deal with already. Although to be honest, I think the same can be applied to me.”

“You?” Alya asked, wondering once more what this woman had to do with Marinette.

Giving the younger girl a small smile, Barbara gave her answer.

“We…We didn’t exactly last see each other on good terms… I… I stole something very precious to her without knowing…or rather…she found out I was the one who stole something precious from her without me knowing..” That’s all Barbara told them as she continued to walk up the stairs. “Come on now, we got a party to get to…or do the two of you actually plan on going outside to duke it out?”

Both girls looked at each other and huffed, following the older one into the apartment.

Guess it's a truce for now.

-

Why did the universe hate her so much?

“Nino, what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t friends with Chloe?”

“Alya? I thought you were at home, celebrating with your family? And for the record, I'm friends with everyone in this room, except Bruno. He still has to prove himself.” Nino gestured to the hamster in Adrien’s hands.

“Leave my child out of this!” Adrien cried.

“Adrikins, he’s a ra-” Chloe started, only for Sabrine to cover her mouth.

“Don’t you dare call Bruno a rat unless you want him to go hysterical.” Sabrina warned her.

“Dick…I thought Jason-” Dick quickly silenced Babs by screaming and pulling her to the kitchen.

“Is that the girl who you said became Batg-” Amira never saw Wally throw a pillow so quickly at another person without hesitation, watching how Jason almost fell back from the impact.

The room had gone almost silent, no one knowing what exactly to do. 

Amira could only stare as she watched her friends and family bicker and whisper to each other, occasionally looking back at her.

Were they talking about her?

Why were they looking at her like that?

Did she do something wrong?

Should she not have done any of-

“-mira. Amira, māomāo, what’s wrong?” Selina quietly asked her, snapping her from her thoughts. Selina didn’t expect her to tackle her, wrapping herself around her waist. “Amira, everyone’s worried about you. Are you alright?”

Amira could only shake her head in response, feeling a lump in her throat. “Do you still want to continue the party?” She nodded, even though it was a hard thing to do. “Do you want to open Alfred’s present first?” Amira quickly whipped her head to look at her, Selina letting out a chuckle upon seeing her sparkling eyes, failing to see Adrien’s eyes widened at the mention of the name.

“Yes please.” 

Amira watched as Selina motioned Barbara to come forward, noticing a large box in her hands. 

“Hi…Marinette.” Barbara managed to say, carefully choosing her next words. “Alfred sent you this. He said to not worry what your father will say about it. After all, B can never say no to him.” Barbara tried to smile, but faltered. “Marinette, I …I have so many things I want to talk about and I-”

“If you’re asking me to forgive you for what you did to me back in Gotham…about the thing you did behind my back,” Amira started, placing her hands over Babs’. “I already forgave you for that,” Amira admitted, taking the box and placing it on the sofa. “Coming to Paris gave me time to think things over and…you’re doing a good job of-” 

Amira was tackled into a hug, not helping letting a smile out. 

“I’m so sorry Mars.” Babs squeezed her tighter. “Thank you for forgiving…I missed you…”

“I missed you too, Babs.”

“Come now māomāo,” Selina coaxed, not noticing the way Adrien’s eyes twinkled, his smile turning into a grin. “Let’s see what Alfred got you.”

Amira nodded, carefully opening the box, letting out a gasp at the sight of her latest friend.

“What in the Gods’ name is that?!” Chloe shrieked upon laying eyes on the creature. 

“A cat!” Amira cheered, bringing the sphynx cat out of its box, Sabrina letting out a coo when Marinette let her near the feline.

“That’s a cat?” Nino whispered to Adrien, who held his hamster close to his chest. 

“Kitten here is a boy, if you’re wondering.” Selina chirped in once she examined the cat and held it towards Amira, Amira giggling when the cat licked her. “What are you going to name him?”

“Liebling.” Amira confidently spoke, cradling the cat into her arms. “His name shall be Liebling.”

“Does this mean we’re going to start opening up the gifts?” Nino softly asked, feeling a hand on his shoulder, only to find Adrien give him a grin. 

“You bet and Nino, you’re gonna want to sit down for yours.” 

While everyone started to gather around the Christmas tree to hand each other their gifts, Alya simply stood near the kitchen, watching as everyone mingled with each other, laughing with one another. 

Was she the only one who thought she was friends with Marinette? 

Just what exactly was she to her?

Weren’t they friends?

-

Quickly making his way to the Dupain-Cheng residency, Bruce couldn’t help but notice the laughs and cheering echoing through the hallway as he entered the building and then into the apartment moments later.

Christmas music was playing in the background, the living room decorated from wall to wall in ribbons, reindeers, snowflakes…the list went on.

As he entered the room, he could feel the warmth radiating from the children chatting with themselves.

He also couldn’t help but notice gifts unwrapped and already in use. 

Chloé proudly wore a black cape wrap, yellow fluffy trimmed the edge of it. She had a few presents at her feet as she spoke with Sabrina who sported a cyan beret, a few embroidered mice motifs around the front of the beret.

Adrien had already opened his, the hamster Selina and Amira haven chosen rested on the boy’s lap, Adrien coaxing the tiny rodent to eat another piece of vegetable. 

Nino still looked starstruck from his gift, hesitating to place his fingers on the brand new DJ controller Adrien had gotten him, bringing his hands closer to it before quickly flinching away from it. Seems like he was also jittery around the camera bag by his feet as he stopped himself from stepping on it, Bruce noticing the separate lens bag nearby. Perhaps Chloe got him that.

“You just missed the first few rounds of present exchanges.” Selina whispered as Bruce placed his silver case down. “And you just missed Babs as well. She says Merry Christmas.”

The kids haven’t noticed him. Good. 

“Where’s Amira?” He dared to ask, feeling an all familiar pair of eyes boring through him, causing him to become unsettled. 

“Well, thank you for asking how I am doing.” Selina stated, digging her nails into his arm when she hooked her arm into his. She then pecked his lips. “As for Amira, she’s in her room with the boys and Babs; she wanted to quietly give Dick his gift without any prying eyes that weren't family.” Selina added, Bruce noticing how she was no longer digging her nails into his arm but was now grasping it tightly. 

“What’s wrong?” He softly asked her, taking her arm off him and now holding her hand, which she quickly jerked away from. “Selina? 

“What exactly happened at the manor last night?” She growled. “Amira came back crying which wasn’t something I was expecting. She even came back with injuries…what happened within the hour she was gone?”

“She didn’t tell you?” 

“I wouldn’t be asking if she had told me, now would I?” Bruce sighed.

“Slade-”

“What the fuck was he doing there?”

“-appeared in the manor last night and wreaked havoc.” Bruce decided to cut her off. “However, he wasn’t after Dick this time. He was after Amira.”

“He’s the one who injured her?” She hissed.

“Actually. He was after Ra’s Al Ghul’s…heir.” Bruce managed to say, observing her facial expressions. He watched as her anger diminished a bit, watching as her brows furrowed, her frown growing deeper as she tried to work out what was on her mind. “Selina, what-”

“Talia,” he stiffened. “Talia found Amira and-” Just as he was ready to bolt to their daughter’s room, Selina stopped him. “Bruce, she's fine. She was fine after meeting Talia, but- actually, she gave us a heart attack since Talia thought it was a good idea to kidnap-” Selina had to use more force when Bruce darted for his daughter’s room once again. “Bruce!” She hissed. “She needs space right now.”

“Selina, I need to make sure-”

“She needs time to process everything she’s been through this past day.” Selina held tighter onto Bruce’s hand. “She just meet her mother, found out that Jason’s alive, found out-”

“What…did you say?” Selina blinked, watching as Bruce began to blankly stare at her, his eyes narrowing, questioning if he heard what he heard was truly what he heard. “Selina. You-”

“Didn’t- didn’t Amira tell you? Because that was the whole reason why she went over there.” She quickly added because she knew Bruce and she knew what he was capable of when his eyes would grow dull like they just did. 

He slowly shook his head. “ What about Alfred?” He was about to shake his head once more until something seemed to have popped into his mind. “Bruce…Jason-”

“What about me?” The boy in question asked, having just turned the corner, his eyes closed as he held a small gift out for Selina. Bruce froze upon hearing a voice he didn’t know he had forgotten how it sounded. 

But…it couldn’t be… “If this is about not getting a gift from any of us, I’ll have to let you know that I do indeed-'' he said, opening his eyes. “-do have a gift for- Pops?” 

Jason stared at Bruce, noticing the tears that swelled into his eyes.

“Jay.” Bruce dared to ask. “Is that-” He didn’t need Jason to confirm anything. The minute Jason tackled him, Bruce knew. This was his son.

Is his son.

This is the son that had managed to slip through his fingers.

But not again. 

Not this time.

He won’t let any of his kids leave his grasp. Ever.

“-bother you mlle, but do you know if- M.Wayne!” Alya squeaked out, managing to shift everyone’s attention to the reuniting duo. Bruce noticed Adrien, Nino and Sabrina’s clear shock, but Chloe’s…

Why was she glaring at him? “What are you-

“Dad?” Dick arched a brow, Bruce feeling like a deer in headlights, turning to see Dick and Barbara stepping out of Amira’s room. “Weren’t you supposed to be in Go-”

“What’s going…” Amira trailed, freezing when she saw her father standing before her. “…on.”

“M. Wayne…“ Wally spoke, his eyes clearly showing his annoyance with the man.

“I thought you said you trusted me in traveling by myself, Pops.” Jason spoke up, Bruce grateful to have at least one person by his side.

“I do.” Bruce tried to pick up, hoping the others didn’t notice the way his voice cracked. “But I couldn’t help but wonder if you were doing okay, so I came to see how you were doing.” Jason gave him a smile, causing him to smile back.

“Hmph. Not even worried about his future wife I see.” Selina pouted. 

“Selina, that’s not-”

“Why don’t you two go and talk things out between each other?” Dick suggested as he guided the two towards the room Selina was staying at within the Dupain-Cheng residence. “Pretty sure there’s some things you two would love to talk about, right Jason?” Jason could only nod as he looked over to his sister and mouthed a ‘I’ll be back’ to her as he followed their parents and older brother.

The remaining teens looked at each other, Alya feeling a bit out of place now that the center of attention was shifted onto her. 

“Alya.” Marinette spoke up, making the girl jump. “What-”

“We need to talk.” Alya blurted out, noticing all eyes on her. “Alone. Please.” Marinette turned to see the others, noticing Wally and Chloe glare at her while the others wondered what Alya wanted to talk to her about.

“Can you wait a bit longer?” Alya pursed her lips. “Give me ten minutes and we can talk. You can wait in my room if you want while you wait.” 

“Alright.” Alya agreed. “Ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes.” Marinette said back, watching as Alya walked up to her room. 

“Are you sure about her?” Wally asked. “She didn’t exactly came here to-”

“We’ll see what she wants in a few. For now I just want to spend a few more minutes with my-”

“Marinette.” Selina spoke up, Amira turning to look at her, eyeing the gift in her hands. “I know we haven’t spent much time together, but Merry Christmas.”

Amira took the gift, carefully sitting down as she stared at the box. “I asked your father what would be a nice gift for you and after he told me about a few things you liked, the two of us came up with this.”

Amira lifted up the tissue, feeling her eyes begin to tear up. She felt tears fall when she lifted the stuffed animal from its box, a drawing from her childhood now psychically resting in her hands. 

Amira pushed back the hood from the doll’s head, causing her to tear up even more. 

Her friends watched in complete shock.

This…this was the first time they…that they have seen Marinette cried…ever…

And over a plushie at that.

How important is it to her?

What did it mean? 

“He still remembered that?” Marinette softly asked no one, bringing the doll close to her chest, as if afraid it would disappear if she didn’t hold on to it for dear life.

She didn’t know her father still remembered that drawing form years ago.

It was months before Dick joined the family, maybe years…how did he remember when she barely did?

She had to be roughly five years olds, maybe younger…she couldn’t exactly really remember how old she was when it happened…

-

“Papa, look what I made!” Amira ran to her father’s desk, quickly climbing onto his lap, careful to not wrinkle the paper in her hand, laying it nicely on top of the various papers adorning her father’s work desk. She missed the huff that escaped her father. Instead, he greeted her with a tired smile, shifting her a bit so that he could get a proper view of the paper she finished putting over the company’s latest project.

“Oh? Is that me?” Bruce asked his daughter, keeping a chuckle in when she pouted. “I like the new cape-”

“No Papa! It’s me!” Amira corrected, pointing at the oddly drawn human. “And my name is Chickadee! Your new sidekick!”

She pointed at the head. “My hood looks just like your costume but when I take it down!” She points at another face she drew, where only the eyes and hair were drawn. The lower part of the face was covered by what he assumed to be a mask. “Bam! I have another mask to cover my face! You always said it’s important to cover our identities! But I don’t want to put something over my head because I have long hair and it might make it hard to place a mask over my hair with a mask like yours.”

“Oh that’s a good thing to think about.” Bruce complimented, his heart swelling when she beamed at his compliment. “What about the cape? Did you make it shorter so that you won’t trip on it?”

“Yup! But I didn’t want to take it out because I need something to cover me when I got outside in the cold. But I don’t want to have a jacket because I think fighting in a jacket isn’t as cool as fighting in a cape. But the rest of my costume is inflated so I don’t freeze to death.” 

“Inflated?”

“Yeah, when it’s nice and toasty inside your clothes even though it's very thin?” When Bruce still seemed confused by her statement, she decided to elaborate. “It has the fuzzies inside?”

“Oh, insulated,” Bruce corrected. “I think you meant insulated. Inflated is what happens when you put air inside something like a balloon.”

“Ohhh… well, that. My costume still keeps me cozy and I like it. Do you like it?” Amira asked him, Bruce noticing her fidget with her hands.

“I like it very much.” He easily answered, kissing the top of her head, earning a giggle. “I can’t wait to have you as my sidekick.” Amira gasped, turning to hug him.

“You really mean it?”

“When you’re old enough you join me.”

“Really, really?”

“Really, really.” Bruce assured, chuckling when Amira cheered, getting off of him and deciding to jump around his study in celebration before she gasped. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to tell Grandpa! After all, he helped me pick my name!”

“He picked your name?” Amira nodded, grinning from ear to ear. 

“He said it would be a nice name because I remind him of the small chickadees outside in the garden. Curious and active.” Amira headed for the door, before turning to the door. “But I like the name because it reminded me of when we went watching birds together and tried to make bird calls together.” She gave him a large smile. “I wanna do that again soon!” With that she left the room, heading to the kitchen where Alfred was surely awaiting her.

Meanwhile, Bruce lifted the drawing up, smiling as he kept staring at it. Opening up a drawer, Bruce placed the drawing alongside the other drawings Amira had made throughout her life. When he tried to close it, he noticed the drawing stick out.

“I think I’m going to have to store them elsewhere…”

-

“Amira, are you sure you’re alright?” Wally whispered to her, Amira finally snapping from her thoughts.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” She looked down at the doll, her mind suddenly remembering her old Batman plush she last saw in the manor. “Just feeling a bit nostalgic.”

“Hey, whose gift is this? It’s the only one left under the tree.” Nino asked, holding up a small gift, everyone wondering who it was for.  “There’s no name on it.”

“Oh, that’s for everyone.” Marinette quickly chirped, placing Chickadee to the side, quickly jogging up to Nino and opened up the box. “I got these bracelets for you guys.” The others quickly gathered around here, Marinette feeling her heart soar when she heard Chloe and Sabrina gasp when she opened the box open. 

“Oh my, Marinette! They’re so pretty!” Sabrina cooed, her eyes following the bracelet Marinette lifted from the box and placed into her hands.

“Is that my name?” Nino asked in amazement when Marinette placed a different bracelet into his hands, feeling the weight the small box in his hand had. He couldn’t take his off the gleaming polished silver laying in his hands.

“Mine has my name too!” Adrien squealed when he got his, quickly taking it out the box and looped it around his wrist. “Chlo, help me put it on!”

“Adrikins, give me a moment! I’m still putting on my own!” Chloe panicked as she almost dropped her bracelet.

“Chloe, look! We all got matching items!” Sabrina squealed, trying her best to not tackle the girl.

Marinette watched as the friends put the bracelets on, showing them off to each other. “Seems like they like it.” She told herself, feeling something slip around her wrist.

“You have to wear yours as well māomāo.“ Selina told her, clasping a matching bracelet. “It suits you nicely.”

“I would’ve gotten a rose gold one, but I like the silver one better.” Amira told her, looking at the tiny chain around her wrist, the three small diamond “beads” twinkling in delight. “Also, the rose gold suits Sabrina while the pure gold one suits Chloe. I’m glad the boys like their bracelets; I didn’t think they’d like the ID bracelets that much to be completely honest.”

The ringing of a phone cut the excitement, everyone taking out their phones to see who was receiving a call.

“Oh, it’s my mom.” “Dad?” “Hmph.” Nino, Adrien and Chloe said at the same time, each going to different corners of the room to answer the phone. 

After a while, each of them said their goodbyes on the phones before turning back to the rest.

“I have to go.” The three of them said in unison.

“My dad just texted me when I’m coming back home.” Sabrina sheepishly added. 

“I guess is had been a few hours since you’ve 

“How am I going to take this home?” Nino wondered as he watched the rest easily pick up their gifts.

“We can send it over kiddo.” Dick popped out of nowhere. “Don’t worry about it!”

“Ahhh thank you again Marinette!” Sabrina thanked, squeezing Marinette. “I’ll cherish this forever!”

“We have to do this again.” Adrien vowed.

“That we do.” Marinette agreed. “We should get Kagami to join us as well.”

“Maybe we should invite the others as well.” Wally suggested, Marinette clearly knowing who he was referring to.

“Only if they promise to be on their best behaviors.”

One by one, the friends bid their goodbyes, Marinette waving them goodbye as Adrien and Chloe got into a car and drove away. As for Sabrina and Nino, Selina offered to drop them at their homes, Dick promising Marinette that he will make sure Selina doesn’t try to speed through the city and scare her friends.

With just her and Wally left at the apartment, there was only one last thing to deal with.

“I’ll be right here if anything happens.” Wally reminded Amira as she walked up the stairs that led to her bedroom.

“I know.”

-

She really didn’t know anything about Marinette, now did she?

Upon entering the room, Alya wondered how much the others knew about Marinette. 

Did they know this much about her while she knew nothing?

While the room looked small, there were so many items that laid around that cleared showed her interests. 

Starting off with the gifts she got today. 

A brand new duffel bag from Kagami (the girl had given Adrien the responsibility of handing it Marinette for her), a set of gouache paints from Adrien, an assortment of hair accessories from Sabrina, some roller skates from Nino, a designer leather jacket from Chloe and lastly, the hairless cat sleeping by the window sill. 

Alya knew Marinette was into fencing since she was there when she first started the sport at their school, but she didn’t know she was into art and fashion.

She didn’t take Marinette to be an art person to be honest. 

Definitely took her for an academic, the small bookcase with workbooks justifying her assumption. 

Diagonally, there was a bean bag sitting next to a makeshift work area, monitors displaying different charts of who knows what on one side while the other had pieces of electronics scattered about. 

A cork board barely peaked from behind the clutter of lamps and circuit boards, diagrams and blueprints pinned carefully onto it. 

Small stacks of notebooks could also be seen laying around the desk, an array of post it notes scattered about to add to the chaos. 

Right above the desk was Marinette’s bed, plain beige sheets and few pillows could barely be seen from where Alya stood. And if she tippy toed just a bit, she could barely make out the corner of what she believed to be another cork board. 

To her right, there was the entrance of what seemed to be another room, but judging from the curtains hanging by the doorway and a small ottoman next to a full length mirror, Alya assumed it to be a walk-in closet. 

Right outside the closet was a whiteboard, half of it having a to-do list and covered with reminders on post-it notes. 

Speaking of boards, Alya couldn’t help but realize the odd number of them in the room. There was a cork board by the bed, one by the desks, the white board in front of her and then another she saw as soon as she entered the room. 

Wasn’t four boards too much? 

Then again, Marinette was a bit over the top with her organization. 

“Ten minutes, just like I promised.” Marinette said, making Alya jump. “So what brings you here, Alya?” 

Alya watched as Marinette nonchalantly sat by her desk, shutting a journal closed. “I’m pretty sure you’re not here to wish me a me-”

“Just what am I to you, Marinette?” Alya quickly blurted out. 

“What?”

“What am I to you?” Alya asked, biting her tongue to keep herself calm. “I came here because I wanted to apologize to you for not visiting you. To apologize for being a terrible friend, only to see you happily spending time with,” Alya motioned to the hatch, trying to point at it only to end up with a balled fist. “I thought I was your friend!”

Alya hated that Marinette didn’t react to anything she’s said so far. She hated that she kept sitting there, just staring at her. “I thought I knew you the most compared to them but, they’re here while I’m not. 

You told me that you weren’t doing anything this Christmas or rather over winter break and yet I come here and see you do just that?” Oh god, Alya could feel her gut twist. “Why didn’t you say you were doing something? Why didn’t you invite me?

I would’ve come!” Alya exclaimed, feeling her throat grow dry. Marinette simply stared back at her, which made Alya start to finally tear up. “Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

“I was waiting for you to finish.” Marinette simply answered back. “So, are you?”

“What kind of person says that?! What kind of fr-“

“Are you?” She asked again. She took Alya’s angry silence as a yes. “I didn’t invite you because it wasn’t my idea to host a party at the-my residence.” She corrected herself. “Adrien had originally hosted it at his place but after last night's incident, they decided-“

“Last night?” Alya asked, only then noticing the bandage on Marinette’s hand and the bandage across her face. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? “What happened last-“

“I got kidnapped.” Marinette bluntly stated, as if it were the most common thing in the world. 

“What?”

“I got kidnapped on my way to Adrien’s. Thankfully, thanks to Selina and the rest of her family, I-“

“Are you okay? What about your parents? Are-”

“My parents weren’t here when it happened. They had gone to China to visit family for the holidays. And before you say anything, I wanted to stay behind to spend time with my friends rather than go overseas to a place I’m not familiar with and most definitely spend time with people I do not know. Because of that, Selina offered to look after me and is blaming herself for letting me get kidnapped.” Marinette clenched her hand. “She shouldn’t feel that way. She didn’t know that would happen…”

A silence filled the room, Alya wondering what to say, what to ask. Because, what the hell? She can’t take back what she said, she wouldn’t have said that if she knew that Marinette had been abduct- “So, what’s the real reason you’re here Alya?”

There was that question again… 

“I came because I wanted to apolo-”

“If you were truly here to apologize, then it would’ve been the first thing you would’ve done upon seeing me. 

But you didn’t. Instead, for some reason, you decided to lash out on me about a party I did not organize and therefore did not invite you to.

If apologizing was what you came for, you wouldn’t have brought up your anger of being left out…it were as if apologizing was a secondary excuse and not the prime reason for you being here. 

So tell me, what was the actual reason you decided to come today to see me?”

Right…that’s another reason why Alya slightly hated Marinette when she first met her. For some reason, she was able to see right through you…and she really hated that…

“You were right about Lila.” Alya confessed. “I dug up everything I could about her and you were right. She was lying about everything. The majority of the so-called things she supposedly did while traveling, she never did any of them! She never met Prince Ali, she doesn’t know any celebrities personally, she was never in Gotham. Mari, she couldn’t even tell me the name of the person who donated the most for the new charity. Lila-”

“You wanted to talk to me about Lila?” Marinette concluded, causing Alya to freeze. “You came here, today to talk about-”

“At first, yes. Yes, that’s why I can but then I realized how horrible of a friend I was.” Alya grabbed Marinette’s hands, “I…I’m sorry for never asking you how you were, for not once checking on when you needed me the most! After all, what kind of best friend-”

“Best friend?” Alya didn’t expect Marinette to let out a small laugh, or rather, a scoff. “Alya, we may be friends, but, truth be told…I don’t think we know each other that well to call us ‘best friends.’

“I know that now; when I stepped into your room, I realized there was still so much I don’t know about you. But even so, I-“

“Alya you said it yourself; you never once checked up on me after the whole Banshee incident…it's been well over two weeks since then - it’s almost the end of the month, Alya. I turned into Banshee almost a month ago…

Where were you during all of this?”

“Marinette…I-” Marinette shook her head, prompting Alya to keep quiet. But she didn’t. “You opened my eyes…about a lot of things. 

But more than anything…you made me realize that everything isn’t what it seems to be…”

“Just like I’ve told you before.”

“And while you made me realize that Lila’s words were lies… what about yours?”

Marinette stared at Alya, her gut starting to churn uncomfortably. 

“What do you-“

“You said Jason died almost a year back and yet…he’s downstairs. A-and I know you’re not someone who would just lie- my god Marinette! You’re the most blunt person I know! You always say what’s on your mind, the truth, the obvious! So I never doubted the words you said while you screamed at Lila that day, because I didn’t have to be somebody close to know to recognize the pain in your words, the agony in them as you defended Jason…but then…

As I search up on the different events Lila claimed to have done or gone to, I find out…that Jason is alive?”

Oh…oh…

“Alya- I- I don’t know how-“

“And then to top it off, while researching about last month’s gala, turns out Jason had prepared a video explaining the creation of the latest found-“

“Video?” Marinette asked Alya, taking her by surprise. “What video?”

“The video? You know, the one where-“

“Show me this video. Please.” 

Alya started to type up something in the search bar, pressing enter that loaded a few videos to choose from. 

Clicking the first one, it showed a teen posting about the gala, Amira watching as the teen vlogging their adventure around the ballroom. She watched as Alya scrubbed through the video, the screen going dim for a while as a screen projector started to play a video. 

A video of Jason greeting the guests and explaining the purpose of the Catherine Todd Foundation. 

She watched as Jason spoke with pride, watching as she bid the audience goodbye with a large smile on his face…

“Marinette…are you okay?” Alya asked, her eyes darting from Marinette to the now black screen. 

A laugh escaped Marinette, which then turned into full on laughter. 

“Marinette?” Marinette noticed the fear in Alya’s eyes, how Alya was ready to sprint if necessary. 

“Is that fear I see?” Marinette started to settle down, stepping away from Alya. “Of course you’re terrified of me…after all, who wouldn’t be terrified of the girl who became one of the biggest threats to Paris since Hawkmoth first appeared?

“Marinette…what are you talking about? I’m not afra-“

“You are. Or rather, everyone is. Banshee…she’s the worst thing Hawkmoth has ever created and that’s not going to leave anyone’s mind any time soon…”

“What? Marinette, Banshee-“

“-wasn’t me? Of course it was. I was her while she was me…

Banshee was an extension of my feelings at that time and…I don’t blame the people for fearing that girl…”

“Marinette, no one knows it was you. You-“

“But the damage has been done.” Alya watched as Marinette pulled up various online articles and forums on her computer, each one having the same subject in their headliners: Banshee. 

Every article had different blurry pictures of her akumatized form from different angles, different locations. Some had clearer images of what seemed to be Marinette surrounded by the Parisian vigilantes while others had videos of the streets of Paris covered in fog with a single white figure walking through the scene. “The whole world knows how dangerous Paris has become…and it’s all my fault.”

“I- Didn’t…how?” Alya stuttered, watching other cities and nations' reactions to the akuma situation, watching how they were quick to demonize Marinette, or rather Banshee, without knowing the full situation. “Isn’t the identity-”

“-Of the Victim supposed to be protected from society? The videos from the akuma attack are supposed to be limited to that of just Paris?” Marinette completed, looking back at the screen in front of her. “I thought so too…but from what my lawyers told me, it seems that when Banshee appeared, there also happened to be some sort of security breach of the city’s internet that allowed all of these photos and videos to be posted without the government’s consent. 

So while my identity hasn’t exactly been exposed to the world, some people in the city of Paris do. 

Who exactly, that I’m not sure about. But for the time being, my lawyers said I should prevent myself from going outside for the next few months while the situation gets sorted out…”

“A security breach…” Alya repeated to herself, watching as Marinette kept staring at the screen. “Is this…is this your first time seeing yourself-” Marinette nodded her head.

“To think I did all of this…” Alya watched as Marinette continued to stare at the screen. “I don’t even remember half of this…”

Remember…remember?

“Marinette…” Should she really ask her? “What do you mean by that? You…remember what happened while you were akumatized?” Alya never saw Marinette whip her head so fast. 

“I-I didn’t,” Marinette eyed the hatch, quickly going to open it when Alya stepped on the door, the hatch shutting with a loud thud. 

“Marinette…you remember your akumatization, don’t you?”

Marinette remained silent. “Marinette, please. Just tell me the truth. Do you  remember everything that happened while you were akumatized?” 

Marinette’s silence told her everything, Alya holding her hands gently. “You do, don’t you?”

Marinette’s squeeze told her everything. “Does Chloe-“

“Chloe doesn’t know.” Marinette answered quicker than what she wanted to. “Nor does Adrien. Nor any of the others… I…I don’t want to burden them…”

“Marinette. While you were with your therapist, didn’t they tell you anything about-“

“My therapist was supposed to know what to do in this situation?”

“Yes! That’s the whole reason why attending each session is important-“ Marinette’s frantic eyes made her stop. “You…you are going to therapy…aren’t you?”

“Alya.” Marinette distantly spoke, letting go of her hands. “I-I…Alya. I don’t…

What- I don’t know what to do.” 

“Marinette.”

“It’s been days since I’ve been seeing a therapist and yet…I can’t bring myself to tell them what I need to say. What I want to say. 

Everything- I wish I could say what I want to but just- argh!” Marinette let out a mixture of a growl, a sigh and a huff though Alya really didn’t know what to make of it. “Why can’t I just forget it all? I don’t want to remember this at all! I wish it never happened!”

“But it happened, and we just…we just got to power through it.”

“Like you did when you became LadyWifi?”

“Exactly. Sometimes, sometimes I wish I at least remembered doing some of the things I did. 

It’s hard to believe otherwise that it was indeed me. 

Having to go to therapy and finding out about the trouble you did…it was as if I was going to court for a crime I didn’t know happened.” Marinette didn’t know what came over her, but she brought Alya into a hug before pushing herself when she realized what she did.

“About earlier,” Marinette fumbled. “I don’t think I would consider you my best friend, but…you're definitely a friend. What type of friend, I don’t know but just know that-“

“I’m okay with that.” Alya cut her off, giving her a smile. “I just have to work my way to being your close friend one day.” She opened up the hatch, ready to leave. 

“Alya!”

“Yes?”

“Would you like some pastries?” Marinette asked, pink dusting her cheeks. “I still have left over from yesterday and I don’t think I can finish-”

“Sure thing!”

-

After giving Alya some leftover pastries from the bakery, Amira had one last friend to send off home.

“Get there safely.” Amira softly said, handing Wally over his bag. 

“You can come as well, you know.” Wally offered. 

“You should spend New Years with your family. After all, you haven’t seen them in a while.” She encouraged. “Besides, we always have the zeta tubes to see one another. They don’t.”

Wally huffed, looking at the phone booth before looking back at Amira. 

“I can always see them after the New Years.” He said as he held onto her hand. “I can still-“

“Wally. I’ll be fine.” She tried to say in a steady tone, only for her voice to tremble towards the end. 

“Amira, you know…just say the word and I’ll-”

“I know.” Amira tried to say with a smile. “But I can’t keep you from your family any longer than I already have.” 

“Amira, I can-”

“It’s going to be alright…I’ve got my team to help.” She reassured. “My dad is also here if anything goes wrong.” Wally frowned at that. “Wally, I’ll be fine, really.” He sighed.

“Promise me you’ll call me if anything-”

“I will.” The two stared at each other before Wally gave her one last hug. 

“Seriously. I’m just a call away, okay?” He felt her nod, finally letting go of her. “I’ll see you when you take down the big man, okay?”

Amira smiled as they waved each other goodbye, watching as Wally entered the phone booth and closed the door behind him. 

A slight glow emitted from the booth, signaling Wally’s departure, Amira letting her smile drop.

“I don’t think I can hold up to that Wally.” Amira let out a dry laugh. “How can I defeat Hawkmoth when I no longer have possession of the earrings?”

-

It was already 9 in the morning, Damian finding himself wondering what to do. He had already spent most of the early morning watching surveillance footage of the last place his father was seen entering, which honestly was a waste of time. Ever since his father entered the bakery, he hasn't walked out. 

He was starting to get annoyed with having nothing to do. Sitting in front of the Batcomputer was starting to become draining.

“Master Damian,” Alfred spoke up, Damian turning a bit to see Alfred standing right beside him. 

“Pennyworth.” 

“I believe it would do you some good to exercise your body for a bit.” Alfred suggested, setting down a single cup of tea.

“I don’t believe I asked for-”

“I took it upon myself to also create a simple layout of the mansion.” Alfred took out a folded sheet of paper. “If you choose to explore it to your heart’s content as a choice of stretching the body. After all, you have the run of the mansion and sitting at the computer is not good for a growing boy such as yourself.”

Damian eyed the paper, deciding to take Alfred’s offer and ignore the insult.

“I guess I will explore the mansion for a bit.” Damian concluded, getting up from the chair and taking the paper from Alfred. He opened the paper up, exposing three floors worth of blueprint layout of the mansion. While glossing over the maps, Damian couldn’t help but get intrigued by the archive room on the first floor. “Perhaps I shall wallow into my father’s family history.”

With that, Damian walked away from the Batcave, hoping to entertain himself by learning his past.

“Happy hunting, Master Damian.”

-

Amira quietly shut the door behind herself, letting out a sigh she didn’t know she was keeping in for a while. 

She could hear the chatter of the boys playing in the living room, laughing when she heard Jason curse at Dick for throwing a turtle shell at him.

If Dick was back, then Selina also had to be back…

“He’s finally back.” She told herself, feeling something rise to her throat. Without another moment, she raced to her room, feeling the tears already falling down her face.

She quickly wiped them away with each one that fell, trying to regulate her breathing as she did so. 

With a final deep breath, she found herself with a clear head, noticing she was sitting at her desk, her mother’s envelope peering from underneath a book. 

Just as she lifted it up, her father decided to check on her.

“Can I-” Amira hesitantly nodded, motioning him to join her. “What do you have there?” Bruce watched as she hesitated to speak.

“Talia gave it to me.” She watched as fear crawled into his eyes, watching as he grabbed her shoulders with an immense grip.

“What did she say to you?”

“N-nothing much.” Amira winced, feeling her father’s grip get stronger. “You’re hurting me.” Bruce quickly let go of his daughter, bringing his hands back to side.

“I’m sorry. I-Just…She should’ve just talked to me first. She knows she could-”

“Whether it was yesterday or some other day, she would’ve found me at some other time.” Amira lifted the wax seal from the envelope, wondering what her mother could’ve left behind. “And, well…she gave it to Wally once they found her location after she basically kidnapped m-”

She didn’t expect her father to basically tackle her, pulling her into his embrace. She tried to wriggle herself away from his hold only for him to hold on tighter. “Let go.” 

He didn’t. “Let go.”

He didn’t budge. “Dad! Let go! Please!” Amira had to push herself off of him, her eyes growing wide when she saw his face. “You’re crying…” 

She never saw tears on her father’s face before. As in, falling down his face- because tearing up, yeah he has done that before, but literally crying? 

Never.

“Ah, sorry. I-” Bruce tried to apologize, but it was as if he spoke some secret code that caused more tears to pour out. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” Amira corrected, deciding to sit back down instead of approaching him. 

Silence filled the room, Amira wondering what to do. Should she try and ask him if he was alright? Coax an answer as to why he was-

“I should’ve been there for you. I never should’ve left for the gala. I should’ve stayed. You were in danger and I just-”

“Dad, please. Calm-”

“Did she plan this? Was Ra’s visit to the manor also-”

“Mother didn’t know about-”

“Did she do anything to you? Did she offer you-”

“Dad!” Amira cried, panicking as she saw her father spiral down his thoughts, wondering if she should call Selina or try and do something herself. “Dad, please!”

“Ra’s. He probably-”

“Dad, please! Can you hear me?” 

“He knew. He knew where you were all this time. That piece of-”

“Dad! Look at me! Please!” Amira begged, holding her father’s face between her hands, hoping that he would see her. “Please, just look at me.”

She watched as his eyes started to clear up, watching as more tears pooled. He quickly turned away from her. “Dad?”

“I failed you.”

“What?”

“I failed you…” he said a bit louder than before, now looking at her. “I told myself, promised myself that I would protect you no matter what, that I would do whatever it would take to keep you safe…instead, I’ve done anything but that.

Even with all the tools at my disposal, I couldn’t keep you safe while under my watch…”

The room went silent.

“Ever since I was a child,” Amira started, trying her best to be mindful of her next words, “you’ve always told me to always be on my guard, on the lookout for any suspicious thing. 

You’ve taught me to be wary of strangers since I was four. To read a situation when I was five. We created safe codes for each other when I was six. When you let me join your training sessions with Dick, you’ve taught me basic self defense…

You did your best in training me to defend myself. I-”

“But it wasn’t enough.” Bruce almost yelled. “You got kidnapped…twice already and then got into an altercation with Slade just-”

“But that wasn’t your fault. No one-”

“I could’ve prevented it if I had more eyes-”

“More eyes doesn’t always guarantee-”

“Amira, you could’ve lost you today.” Bruce bluntly stated, Amira not realizing that her father was holding her hands, noticing how they shaked. 

Or maybe…maybe it was her hands that were the ones that were shaking. “And it would’ve been all my fault…my fault that I let someone close to me die again…my fault for allowing my one and only daughter to die within my arm’s reach…and that would’ve been more terrifying than anything else in the world…

Not even my own death would atone for that…

Amira…losing you, leaving you has been my greatest fear since you were brought into my life.” Bruce confessed. “I don’t ever want you to suffer as I did as a child, to be left by yourself at some of the most important times of your life…

That is why I’ve always tried to keep you within my reach…to keep you safe…

I don’t ever want you to become a target by just simply being my daughter…

I just want to let you live your life with no worries…as any child should…as is your right…”

Amira simply stood there, processing all the information her father just told her, connecting the newly given information with everything she knew about her father’s past as well as her mother’s past…everything behind her father’s choice made sense…and yet…

“Don’t you think I should’ve had a say on those things as well?”

“What do you mean by that?” Amira opened her mouth to speak only to close it again. “Amira, just say it. I won’t-”

“Shouldn’t I at least have been given the chance to say how I want to live my childhood? To use my name as that- my name?

Yes, I know that our last name is a giveaway; that it would make me a bigger target. But why couldn’t I still use my name: Amira? Why did you choose to call me Marinette?

Why couldn’t I be ‘Amira?’

I grew up knowing that I was ‘Amira Wayne,’ that I was the sole daughter of the Bruce Wayne. That I was ‘Amira.’ But then ‘Marinette Dupain’ came along and that’s who I had to become for everyone else except for you, Grandpere and Dick. 

Jason…he met me as Marinette and then Amira but even then!

I never felt like Marinette. And even though I didn’t feel like ‘Marinette,’ I don’t feel like ‘Amira’ either. Especially now that I finally met my birth mother…someone who you rarely talked about and I should’ve known about!

I could’ve cared less about Ra’s Al Ghul, but Talia? The woman who risked her life to have me? Who risked her life to bring me to you?

Don’t you think I deserved to know about her? Or at least know her name?”

Amira watched as her father wiped away a tear from her face.

“I know now that I shouldn’t have.” Bruce confessed. “I should’ve never kept her away from you, I should’ve told you about the one of the most amazing women I had the pleasure to meet.

Perhaps if I had told you the stories of our adventures while in the League of Assassins, you would’ve seen the same smart young lady I see in you today.”

“So tell me then, Dad. Tell me about the woman named Talia.”

“I think we should do that some other time, not now.” Bruce looked at the envelope that rested on the desk. “For now, you should probably read the letter Talia left for you, don’t you think?”

-

Damian pocketed the needle back into its place as he pulled the archive room door open, surprised to see that there wasn’t a speck of dust in the room.

“Seems like Pennyworth is really worth his salt.” 

As Damian quickly toured the room, at moments stopping to pick up a book or item that caught his attention. Sadly, it piqued his curiosity for a moment only to realize it wasn’t something worth reading or observing any further.

It wasn’t until he was about to leave when he noticed a tarp from the corner of his eye.

The canvas tarp barely peaked from behind a few stacked boxes located at the corner of the room, Damian carefully moving the boxes to get to the tarp.

Realizing he couldn’t exactly just move the covered item to the center of the room, Damian decided to then and there reveal the item.

The portrait he saw wasn’t something he was familiar and yet…

-

After a bit of coaxing from her father and an agreement for him to tell her his side of how he met her mother, Amira finally decided to listen to her father and open the envelope.

“You don’t have to share with me that’s inside…I just want to be here if you need me for anything.” Bruce assured, remaining where he was seated. 

She opened it up, wondering if what she saw was indeed what she thought it was. 

“She gave me a credit card and a set of coordinates with a date.” Amira told her father, showing him the black card and the piece of paper with the date and location. “My dearest Amira, I know this won’t make up for the time we’ve lost with one another, however, I hope my most prized possessions can help you find some answers you were looking for during the years we were apart.

If my possessions do not hold the answers you’ve been looking for, always know that I am more than happy to answer them directly if you ever wish to know. 

With that, stay safe and know that I will always hold you close to my heart, baobei. 

With love, Talia.” Amira softly ended, finding herself dragging her finger over her mother’s name.

Without another second to lose, Amira got up to look for the box Wally showed her earlier, lifting it and setting it onto her desk.

Carefully unwrapping it, Amira didn’t expect to see a photo album sitting inside the box. Lifting it out the box, Amira opened up the album, not believing her eyes.

“Is this me?” She asked ever so softly, continuing to turn page after page, filled with baby photos of herself from when she was born to the last day she was with her mother.

When she got to the last page, Amira froze.

There, centered in the middle of the back of the album was one of those photos you’d place in a wallet.

A photo that couldn’t be any bigger than five centimeters in height and yet…

“I can’t believe she still has it despite its condition.” Her father commented, making Amira turn to him, taken aback at the softness of his eyes. “We took this picture years ago.”

The tiny photo was crumpled up, its edges worn and even had creases right down the middle along both lengths, the paper starting to break from all the folding. “We took this picture the day you came to the manor.”

-

“Take care of her.” Talia told Bruce as she cupped his face with a hand, bringing herself closer to him and giving him a kiss. “Goodbye, habibi.” 

Bruce watched as she took in a shaky breath before promptly turning away and headed for the door. 

“Talia.” He barely croaked out, but she kept walking away. 

“Talia. Wait.” Bruce warbled a bit louder, grasping her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, her back still turned towards him. “Stay. Stay for a while.”

“Bruce.” Talia said with a breath, not daring to open her eyes. She needed to go. Now. “I have to-“

“Just for a few hours.” He gave her hand a firm squeeze, which in turn squeezed her heart. 

‘Please don’t do this to me Bruce.’

“Please.” He begged of her. 

‘Don’t make me do something that will cause our daughter harm.’ 

‘Please.’

Amira’s cooing snapped Talia from her turmoil, finally turning and making eye contact with her daughter. 

Amira smiled and gurgled upon seeing her mother, stretching out her hands in hopes of getting held, not comprehending the tears that streamed down her mother’s face. 

Giving into her heart, Talia took Amira into her arms, holding her tightly against her chest, Amira giggling upon successfully getting into her mother’s embrace. 

“Just…just a few more hours. Just a few more.” Talia agreed, walking up to Bruce, resting her head on his chest. “I want to relish these last hours together...this time we are together…as a family...”

“As do I.” Bruce replied, hugging Talia and in turn, hugging Amira. “But, there’s something else I want to do as well.” Talia looked at her Beloved, wondering what his next words would be. 

As if to answer, a knock came at the door, followed by a gentleman walking in with a large case in his hand. 

“Master Bruce. It’s a pleasure to meet you again.”

“Sam. Hello and I apologize for the short notice.” The elderly man chuckled, Talia’s “How did you manage to get him?” getting ignored.

“You know nothing is ever short noticed with you. There’s always a good reason for these types of things.” With that, Bruce smiles. 

“Sam, I’d like for you to meet Talia...and my daughter.” Sam gawked at Bruce, his head turning as he looked at Bruce and then at Talia before his eyes landed in Amira.  

Letting out a hearty laugh, Sam patted Bruce’s shoulder. 

“Consider this session on the house! Let me get the camera set and I’ll call you when we can start!” Sam grinned as he walked out the room, heading to the portrait room. 

“Camera?” Talía asked, Amira reaching out for her mother’s hand. 

“I know it’s sudden. And I know that the future is unsure, but,” he pressed his forehead against Talia’s, looking down at their daughter. “I want this moment to live on forever, even if it’s in the form of a photo.”

It took a while for those words to sink in, but when they did, Talia couldn’t help but let out a laugh, her eyes stinging as she held onto Amira for dear life and held Bruce’s hand tightly, afraid this blissful moment  might disappear if she let go of either of them. 

“Alright Mr.Wayne!” Sam popped in a few moments later, graphite smeared on the side of his hand. “We can start the photo session!”

-

Damian could only stare at the portrait staring straight back at him, looking at the three subjects of the incomplete painting, a single photo taped to the side as a reference of what the complete portrait was supposed to look like. 

At the right center, he could clearly identify his father, looking extremely young, his hair lacking a single gray hair and not a single wrinkle near his eyes. His eyes…they had a shine to them that Damian couldn’t exactly pinpoint an emotion to, eyes that bore something in them as they looked at the other two subjects of the painting. There was his sister, who had to be roughly half a year old, judging from the clothing she was wearing and the roundness of her cheeks. She had a huge smile, a smile Damian wondered if her current self was capable of the same thing. And then there was the person that held his sister with gentle arms, a person that Father held close to him with a smile.

Her skin reminded him of his sister’s and his own, her smile…a smile he saw only once on Ra’s years ago…but…

“Who are you?”

-

Alya grinned, humming as she walked back home. She also couldn’t help but notice the lightness in her steps, the skips adding to the euphoria. 

Maybe it was because she got some homemade cookies from Marinette. Maybe it was because she made up with Marinette. Or perhaps she was finally able to talk to someone else aside from her therapist about her akuma-

Akumatization…

How did she know?

How did she know-

Alya snapped from her trance, realizing she had already closed the apartment door behind her. That she was already home. 

But the question remained. 

How did she know about her akumatization? 

Alya let go of the bag, the cakes and macarons inside meeting the floor with a loud thud. 

Alya dashed for her room, ignoring the yells she got from Nora about no shoes inside the house. 

She stripped her coat off of her, flinging her hat and scarf to the side. 

She quickly got into her chair, turning on her laptop as she kicked her boots off. She muttered under her breath as she clicked on the mouse as if that would make the laptop boot up any faster. 

Once loaded, Alya started to put it to work, quickly opening windows and tabs, the clicking and clacking of her keyboard and mouse filling her room. 

She adjusted her glasses as she scrolled and dragged between articles and her spreadsheet, skimming through the paragraphs of words that didn’t have a smidge of what she was looking for... 

Which exactly answered her question. 

“How did she know I was LadyWifi?” Alya found herself whispering, scanning for any possible answer to her question. 

All that stared back at her was the website of the most reliable blog aside from her own: Beetle and Cat. 

Beetle and Cat was created the same day Ladybird appeared, but unlike Alya’s blog, B&C was more on the informative side. More focused on giving news about the fights and uploading crisp full length videos of every public speech Ladybird had given. 

Articles, on the other hand, Beetle and Cat had all 63 akuma incident reports and 2 programs Ladybird and Chat Noir had done since they’d become the vigilantes of Paris. Sure it was two, but it really impacted the city.

Out of the two programs, the very first is the most important one: the Akumatization Protection Program that-

“They may have the answer.” She muttered to herself, quickly clicking links until she found a hyperlink titled “Know Your Rights to Therapy: Citizens.”

Clicking it, Alya was redirected to a medical website.

“Creations Medical?” Alya asked no one, wondering who would ever call their pharmaceutical branch such an odd name. 

She was met with how to apply for therapy with the assistance of Creations Medical and how to use the Akumatization Protection Program to have your fees waived, even if you weren’t akumatized yourself. 

“Under Section 4 of Article 1 of Protections and Rights of the Manipulated, anyone and everyone involved in any of the incidents created by Hawkmoth are granted therapy. Creations Medical will cover all expenses, including transportation, medication and relocation if needed. 

If you are a civilian that was affected by any previous incident and wish to-”

“What is “Protections and Rights of the Manipulated”?”

Whipping up another tab, Alya typed the document to the search bar, but nothing.

All she got were brief mentions of the article and a summary to its main points and that was it.

That it was the concluded agreements between the vigilantes of Paris and Parliament. But that was all.

No full article, no blurry screenshot or blurry photo, nothing.

So then…does it actually exist?

Alya sat there for a while, wondering what to-

She quickly grabbed her phone and texted Max, mentally scolding herself for asking Max to help her hack into a government document. 

She explained to him her situation, quickly lying that she wanted to use it to update her blog regarding the therapy program but needed full access to the document to give the public an informative page.

She tapped her desk as she waited for an answer, not expecting Max to send a pdf back so quickly along with a ‘you owe me’ as well.

Quickly opening up the pdf, Alya didn’t need to search far for what she needed.

Protections and Right of the Manipulated

Ladybird and Chat Noir vow to protect Paris until the threat is no more, however, the citizens are always a priority before their own.

As so, gathering here today, XX of September of the year XXXX, are Ladybird, Chat Noir and Parliament of Paris to discuss and establish the rights of those who have fallen under the manipulation of the city of Paris’ current threat: Hawkmoth.

Article 1. 

Section 1: 

The vigilantes, Ladybird and Chat Noir, as well as the Parliament of Paris agree to keep the identities of those manipulated by Hawkmoth a secret. 

Through thorough investigation, all citizens who have gone under Hawkmoth’s mind control do not recall any conversations nor actions they have done once Hawkmoth has gone into contact with them and once he leaves the mind of the person controlled. 

Therefore, it was concluded that citizens were being controlled beyond their will and therefore should not be held accountable for the actions. In other words, the citizens are innocent and are victims of Hawkmoth’s criminality. As thus, Victims of Hawkmoth are not the criminals in any of the incidents that have occurred under mind control and their actual identities should not be revealed to the public to protect the citizen.

Not exactly what she needed, but even so, it was something. Scrolling some more, Alya found what she needed.

Article 2.

All citizens who fell under Hawkmoth’s control are protected by the Akumatization Protection Program (APP).  Under this program, the government cannot, under any circumstance, hold a citizen accountable for an incident without the approval of Ladybird and Chat Noir. Nor can the government approach the civilian without either vigilante present. 

Furthermore, the government cannot disclose the name nor picture of the akumatized civilian to any media outlet. Under the case that the government does, the law will be involved. 

This also goes for any identification that has been leaked by any media outlet and any bystander of these incidents.

Any media, bystander or eye witness that has evidence will also be warned of the consequences of revealing any akumatized civilian’s identity and will also be dealt with by the law should a civilian’s identity be revealed.

If there is no bystander or eye witness, the only people who should know the akumatized civilians’ identities and therefore interact with them are Ladybird and Chat Noir, with exceptions to their other team members.

In other words… no regular civilian should know an akumatized civilian’s identity…

Especially for her case…after all…she was by herself when she got akumatized…

So no one should know LadyWifi was her…

No one…besides…

“Besides-” Alya stared at her screen, hating the answer that had unraveled before her. 

She shouldn’t have- she shouldn’t- but she did. 

She knew who did…she knew what this meant…

She knew…she knew something she should’ve never figured out…

“Marinette is Ladybird,” Alya found herself whispering to herself, feeling a lump in her throat. “Marinette is Ladybird…oh god…Marinette is Ladybird…”

Alya held her head in her hands, still trying to process the information. “This isn’t good. Of course it isn’t. When she finds out that I kn- oh god…” Alya felt the blood drain from her face as she recalled the latest akuma…

The akuma where Marinette let out her feelings show… “oh fuck.”

As much as she wanted to tell someone that she knew who was the person behind the mask, Alya didn’t need to be reminded of the dangers of doing that. 

Paris didn’t need another Banshee incident…

Nor another LadyWifi…

Alya stared at her screen, hoping the words on the screen would help her come up with a way to deal with all this. 

“Just what the hell am I supposed to do with this?”

As if on cue, Alya’s phone goes off, making Alya jump in her chair. 

Quickly picking it up, she let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding in, relieved to see that it was just Chloe sending something to the class-

Of course! 

Just as her finger was about to tap Chole’s name, Alya stopped. 

But would she? Would she even try to hold a conversation? There was only one way to find out. 

Alya quickly tapped on Chloe’s number, tapping the call option and bringing her phone next to her ear. 

She waited as the ringing kept going for a few seconds, biting the tip of her thumb’s nail until a click was heard. 

“Cesaire. What do you want? Was not bothering-“

“It’s-It’s a-about Marinette.” Alya could hear Chloe’s breath hitch. “Can we talk?” Alya held her breath as the silence remained on the other end. “Chloe? Are you th-“

“In my room, at the hotel. We can talk there.”

NEXT

#maribat #amira wayne

[sea-of-dust]

hii! can i rq kaoru seta and hina hikawa (separate) with a s/o who’s very clingy with them🫶🫶

Close to you!

Hina and Kaoru!

Summary: maybe the fly by dayglow reference was a little too litteral-

Notes: I guarantee you bandori annons appear at the ungodly hours 😭. Thank you for the request annon!

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

She doesn't notice you're being clingy she's pretty clingy too! She thinks it's normal

You two don't even notice you're are being clingy too each other, but if you two ever separated both your friends would say one of you would just kinda dose off more often or daydream.

"I miss Hina..." "it's been three minutes" "huuuu"

You walk home with her. Holding her hand sometimes singing pastel palette songs. She starts developing a habit of side tracking asking you if you want to stop by a convince store or a movie. You two would start having dates after school atleast once a month

You would get unessaryly clingy at times. Especially if Hina experienced even the most minor unfavorable thing. You wouldn't let many people close to her unless you knew them personally she would tell you it was alright but you still kept close just in case

Someone would tell her that you're WAYY too clingy and she would be like "Nah I don't think so" with the most calm smile on her face. "No like they're like a no personal space clingy." "nahhh they aren't like that ^^"

She does kinda understand tho if she thinks about what you do in hindsight. She was at a concert tour you called her almost every day making sure she was alright. You often bit your nails thinking of what would happen to Hina while on tour. You'd also cling closely to her in public areas saying it was so you two wouldn't get lost in the crowd...eh she still dosent really care.

She noticed how you walk on the exterior of the road. She didn't mind till the day it rained pretty hard. You brought an umbrella for her to stay under and walked home with her when a car splashed water at you two you got in the way of it making sure most of it wouldn't go onto Hina. "Ohhh" "?" "So that's why you do that" "?" "Nothing"

You two usually call each other when you get home talking about random things till the other has to go or sleep. You don't say it outloud but you hope she calls you back later

You're kinda like her scary dog privileges. If she were to DARE to be tired around you. You encourage her to rest as you sat close to her letting her lean on you if you're that close. You would talk to others in almost whispers if anyone were to speak a little louder than you you'd look at them annoyed.

How fleeting~ someone so close to her they got into the drama club for her. Getting in was no joke too since alot of Kaoru's other fans were trying out to be closer to her. "I only have small interests in this as soon as we graduate Im not gonna do thus anymore" "but that small interest will spark a fleeting long lasting love for the theater!" "Yea whatever" "fleeting~"

You don't tell her this but another tiny reason you got into drama is to kiss her in front of the audience, specifically her fans. Just imagining kissing kaoru for your role as sleeping beauty infront of an audience is a nice feeling and made you try harder.

She doesn't mind your clinginess but she thinks it's mostly cause of her popularity

"My dear are you jealous of my fans" she elegantly flops herself onto you. "What-" "Why the reason you're always around me is to monitor my fans so they don't steal me away~" "that's not-" "HOW ROMATIC" she pulls you in for an embrase as you except your fate.

You don't mind cooking for her usually if she comes over. She tires not to say she likes miso soup yet still can't refuse another bite. "Ehhh why are you shaking Kaoru~" "..." "I thought you didn't like miso soup" your smile widens "..." "😼" "you can have it know you don't like that fancy stuff anyway"

She tried to cook for you as a way to say thanks, but you would always appear for cuddles out of nowhere before she starts. Once you get a hold of her there's no escape she's staying there for a week by then your parents are already treating her like their in-law.

She called you a blanket monster once was the first time you did this to her actually. You made a joke about a monster comming outta no where and eating the both of them in the shape of a blanket. It was all fun and games till she wanted to get something to snack on. "Whatcha doing?" As soon as she turns around you flop onto her the blanket swallowing her. "HAKA-" "shush you'll wake someone" you harshly shut her down leading her back to your room. "Unhand me blanket monster for I must retrieve dashing food made by my beloved s/o!" "Thats a lie you went out here to eat my left over little bites" "eh-" "back to bed with you~" "blanket fieeenndddd" she dramatically follows

You like appearing out of nowhere to hug or kiss her. One time, you came in and kissed her when you saw the hhw group in front of her. You apologized profusely to them. Yes, kaoru uses this to try and tease you.

"Remember that one time you kissed me in front of my bandmates." "Remember that one time you grabbed my thigh instead of my hand while we were on a plane," she turns around in mere shock you mentioned that.

HHW had called you favor involving her specially them making a robot version of her because someone told Kokoro having a robot band is a smart idea 💀. "We wanna know what you think of her!" "Alright?" As soon as you got over there you felt your eye bags get darker. "This is pretty wonky. Some of these parts don't really match Kaoru at all...the animation could suffer cause of this" you went on and on describing Kaorus physical appearance so well Kokoro stood there dumbfounded she almost frowed before you said you had to go. "Well uh...thank you?" "My pleasure ^^"

#bang dream #bandori #kaoru seta #kaoru x reader #hina hikawa #bang dream x reader #bandori x reader

[sunnibits]

You just watched the potc for the first time FEEDBACK ??

HELLO yes I have finally watched it. After many years and watching half of the first movie like three times. I watched the pirate movies.

Here are some extensive thoughts for you while I avoid my current anxiety and responsibilities:

Overall?? They’re just. Okay. Like idk they’re alright. I liked them, like they weren’t bad, I just didn’t feel any strong emotions for most of it?? They were solidly okay. Sorry to the potc mega enjoyers rip

but since I’m bored and I love rambling here are some thoughts on the characters:

will - constantly serving looks but maintains the personality of a piece of white bread. sorry will like I’m sure there’s just some real depth there that I just didn’t care to search for but idc. he’s not rlly my type of guy and I knew that going into it, whatever. shout out to Orlando Bloom for being very pretty tho.

elizabeth - ohhhhh my goddd ohhh my god keira knightley is so pretty jesus fuck lord in heaven. I was literally just staring at her in every scene. god. no but seriously I liked her character a lot more than I thought I would!! Not that I thought I wouldn’t like her but I just figured I’d focus a lot more on Jack instead, but I was actually super into her she is thee only valid bitch in this whole movie series. I’m so mad that she just became king of pirates and then?? went home or something?? unrealistic. she should be the captain of the black pearl and rule all pirates, duh. no men are worthy of her actually.

jack - ohhh boy. let me tell you despite never watching these movies I STILL had such a massive crush on this guy when I was younger. he was like, the pinnacle of attractiveness in my mind. honestly my feelings haven’t changed much, I remain weak for smudgy black eyeliner. however?? actually liked him slightly less than I thought I would??? Idk I figured I would be super obsessed with him and nobody else but, eh. the thing about him is that like, I know that being unpredictable and morally grey is literally his whole thing, but it just kind of got boring after a while?? don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with characters who are backstabbing selfish little shits, I have a lot of experience with them, but in this case it just felt rlly tiring. I knowwwww we’re not really supposed to know what’s up with him but I think he could have used just a little bit more grounding as far as letting us into his head for like, five seconds. it just kind of felt like the writers were rolling dice as far as when he betrays people and when he decides to be a good guy out of the blue?? I never felt like I knew where he stood or what his motivations were. Again, I know that’s kind of the point, but, idk, the balance felt off to me. That’s just my opinion tho.

related point to another thing that didn’t really bug me per se but just felt funny - everyone’s undying loyalty to Jack that seems to just come out of nowhere??? I just felt like every single movie had the same thing where like, Jack is a selfish little shit who goes behind everyone’s back for 85% of the movie - maybe he does maybe one (1) good thing at some point - but then at the end of the movie everyone’s like ‘I would literally go to the ends of the earth to save this man’ and I’m just like??? Why????? What did he do for you besides like one good thing among many many annoying things? Don’t get me wrong, I do like Jack a lot, but as far as the actual characters in the movies, their motivation to follow this man into death felt kind of random. I felt like all of these movies were trying to sell Jack Sparrow to me as the Specialist Most Smart Amazing Man Ever but in truth he was just kind of some guy. idk. that was just amusing to me.

other miscellaneous thoughts:

Davy Jones is cool I was rooting for him a lot in the end :) honestly the entirety of the third movie I was just like CAN WE PLS GIVE HIM HIS HEART BACK ALREADY GIVE THE MAN A BREAK lmao. kind of wish he had a nicer ending tho :(((

Norrington was… there. Idk, I don’t have any really strong feelings about him, but I did like him in his final scenes. I can definitely see how he would be someone you could grow to appreciate a lot more after a few viewings.

I know Disney made them but I swear these movies could not pick a genre. One second it’s Scary Serious Pirate movie and the next it’s all kid humor, idk, I feel like they should have just gone with one or the other. I know that’s kind of their whole thing but it didn’t work for me personally.

That one fucking music bit. Not like the pirate music everyone always puts in memes but another bit. I can’t name a specific scene but god it slaps so hard. Every time it came on I ascended to another plane of existence.

The Black Pearl is so pretty <3 that’s it that’s the thought

Also fun fact about me - part of the reason I did not watch these movies for a while was bc I was rlly scared to watch them when I was younger, bc when I was a wee kid I accidentally walked in on a rlly creepy disturbing bit with Davy Jones while someone else was watching it and it rlly freaked me out. Honestly valid of little Sunny tho having watched that scene now again - shit really was gross. Especially for baby me :( that’s ok tho bc now I am strong 💪 and actually rlly enjoyed Davy Jones

sorry my feedback was mostly ranting I swear I did not hate these movies. I liked them and I felt very very bisexual while watching it 😳 but I am probably not going to watch the last two movies tho bc why did they even make more. I’m sure they are not that good.

#HI SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #I know u and abbey like it tho so I figured there’s no harm in me rambling a lot #ask box

[findroleplay]

Gonna shorten this a little. Basic info about me: 20, NB, love medieval, dark fantasy settings (as you'll see in the listed fandoms, I can somewhat go outside of my comfort zone), semi-lit (5 lines +), 3rd person, open to any sort of NSFW, but we'll need to discuss that previously, you need to be at least 18, but I still prefer someone who's 20 or older (MUST have your age listed in your bio, otherwise I'm not contacting you). I won't do anything NSFW, not even implied, with any minors (shoosh, leave me alone). I live in Eastern Europe, English isn't my first language and I already got enough to write as it is, so... let's keep it light and entertaining, I will definitely not ask paragraphs of you, but please keep it 5 lines or more.

As a queer person I lean towards queer ships: MxM, MxNB, NBxNB, NBxF, FxF

Fandoms (?)

• Vampire hunter D bloodlust: OCxOC, OCxcanon, maybe (plot can be discussed in the DMs)

• Claymore: Canon x Canon, OCx Canon, OCxOC. obviously here I'd mainly look for some FxF ships 💅

• Trinity Blood: OCxOC, OCx Canon (world has a lot of potential, we can come up with a plot together)

• Sk8 the infinity: Canon x Canon (alright, let me list at least one more... popular anime? As I am an adult, I won't RP Langa x Reki unless it's fluff and it's just them being wholesome and cute. Kojiro x Kaoru tho... 👀)

• Promare: Canon x Canon (for sure, Galo x Lio, love 'em 😌)

• Nanbaka: OCxCanon, Canon x Canon (this one has SO MANY boundaries set, but eh, maybe we can find some sort of ship in the end. I'm mainly going for Ruka x Enki but beware- I'd prefer if we stuck to the anime, because the manga is SO HARD to come across)

That being said, I'm 10000% in favor of actually changing the world and story of a certain anime, I actually encourage that. Let's come up with something new, something different, something better- We can have a world as the base and do whatever the f we want with it afterwards, why not? Let's chat here and switch to Discord of things evolve. Interact and I'll reach out.

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#roleplay #rp #vampire hunter d bloodlust rp #claymore rp #trinity blood rp #sk8 the infinity rp #promare rp #nanbaka rp #oc rp

[pashminalamb]

Hello!!! How are you feeling? I just wanted to check in. It sounds like you’re kinda stressed out and I just wanted to remind you to take it easy and rest. Cause you know. You’re sick? *gently bonks head* Always remember to take care of yourself before anyone else. And that it’s your writing. You set the pace. You write for whatever reason you want to and no one can say otherwise. Also remember that it’s okay to set boundaries, those are important too. Just in general take care of yourself is what I’m trying to get at here. I hope you feel better soon. ALSO ALSO some of my favorite comfort shows I recommend are Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers, and One Piece. Those are totally not my tops 3 favorite anime/manga of all time pshhhh I have no idea what you’re talking about *whistles*. But seriously though those shows are amazing I was just rewatching Tokyo Revengers the other day. I cant get enough. Anyways. I hope you are blessed with cool pillows, heated blankets, and clear sinuses!!! *sends many virtual hugs, the kind that go squish and are all enveloping and warm*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon !! Hi (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

I'm doing alright; roomie dropped some chocolates as an apology for getting me sick with their germs

Thank you for your kind and encouraging words *pats head* you're such a sweetheart ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა~ ♡

but yeah I did set boundaries; i'm glad to know that you guys like reading my works and i appreciate the interaction, but i don't wanna answer questions that i've already answered before; besides I know no one likes a good cliifhanger because believe me I KNOW the anxiety and suspense that you're all in and good things will come. Just let me do my magic and go with the flow of it yk?

Spoliers + rant

under the cut cause I cannot contain my love for characters

HAIKYUU!! yeah i love that anime (bokuto was one of my first anime crushes) and those episodes are so nostalgic to me ૮꒰˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶꒱ა (i'm actually remembering that scene where the principal's wig flew off and istg i laughed so hard. people were staring at me but idc)

I was in the middle of watching season 4 and I never got to finish it (i was actually looking forward to the miya twins) but yeah hq boys are so precious ଘ꒰੭˶• ༝ •˶꒱੭

TOKYO REVENGERS!! I liked the anime; since the eps are still in the making, I decided to read the manga and the last thing I remember is the fight between Terano south and Brahman? (if that's the name of the gang) i actually wrote for sanzu and hanma (hanma was probably the most likes i've gotten in the entirety of writing but eh whatevs) as well as the tokrev boys hcs. My fav character has to be Shiba Hakkai (he's baby and sweet. pun intended if you know the manga), Mitsuya (that man is a blessing. srsly.) and i really like the bonten symbols there have been days where i wanna get that tattooed but nvm. Lowkey though I am impressed with Kisaki Tetta. Like that man is so smart. *speechless*

One piece!! Zoro tho. Man ate and left no crumbs. I was actually thinking abt starting it this week (istg i always get interrupted when I'm watching anime)

*sending back bear hugs with a squeeze*

#saint.σ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

[kardas65]

My thoughts on Eurovision 2023

Redo of last year’s winning song sadly misses al lot of the energy that made it so good last year. What a shame. Also don’t know who half of the cameo artists here are. The live version is once again excellent tho.

Some fun af outfits in that flag parade. High hopes this year.

Austria: Quoth the Raven: What. The. Fuck. 7/12

Portugal: Yeah, this thing isn’t very exciting. Waste of a fun artist name. Costume gives me The Suicide Squad Harley Quinn vibes. 5/12

Switzerland: Switzerland used watergun! It’s not very effective… Given the background dancers I was expecting something more gothic. This sounds like something Imagine Dragons would write. 3/12

Poland: We haven’t had a Britney Spears ripoff in a while! 2/12

Serbia: Cool concept., flawed execution. I enjoy the mecha tho. 5/12

France: Hey someone brought back the volcano dress from idk what Eurovision year. Was it from the Romanian opera dubstep vampire? Idk. Song is tepid. 6/12

Cyprus: Ah, another Imagine Dragons ripoff! Come on guys, there’s way better stuff to rip off! 2/12

Spain: Kind of interesting? But also too repetitive. 6/12

Sweden: Yeah that’s classic Eurovision stuff. 9/12

Albania: I guess big female vocals starts are in this year. The brother guy looks so no thrilled to be there. Song is just kind of there. 6/12

Italy: Good pipes. Song isn’t really my thing though. 7/12

Estonia: Self-playing piano is not as interesting as a burning one. I am quite uncomfortable with all of this camera staring. Song oddly reminds me of what the Netherlands sent out last year. 5/12

Finland: Eurovision discovered Rammstein!!! This is a bop 11/12

Czechia: The braid gimmick is really weird. Song isn’t bad though. 8/12

Australia: Fun chorus! And was that an actual death growl and breakdown??? This gets better as the song goes on. Very 80s though. 10/12

Belgium: Aaand this is very 90s. It’s kind of fun though. 9/12

Armenia: Well the good song streak had to end sometime eh? 5/12

Moldova: I guess Moldova wants whatever Go_A was doing. But it’s fun. I do hope the guy with the flute and helmet gets inducted into the Eurovision canon. 9/12.

Ukraine: Doing their best not to win twice in a row I see. Dull. 5/12

Norway: I didn’t know Netta was also Norwegian! The melody is very familiar. Something Rhapsody of Fire wrote I think. Or some type of shanty or folkish song. Disappoint. 5/12

Germany: BLOOD AND GLITTER??? This is all I want in my Eurovision. Rammstein is truly been discovered by Eurovision. It could be heavier though. And I don’t like that he ripped off Bruce Dickinson’s catchphrase. 9/12

Lithuania: I thought we were finally rid of the boring ballads. 4/12

Israel: Who sent a wrestler to Eurovision? Not a big fan of the yelpy vocals. 4/12

Slovenia: The bass guitar sounds nice. But the song is alright. 6/12

Croatia: Well I’m glad that we’re still getting weird as hell crap for Eurovision. This thing is like three songs brute forced into one. 8/12

United Kingdom: Well that’s a tepid way to end the evening. 5/12

My top 3: Finland, Australia, Germany

The new Sam Ryder song is pretty okay 7/12

#eurovision #eurovision 2023 #esc #esc 2023 #own post

[crxpeek]

not me spending forever on a GIF header for tumblr to murder it! Edit like an hour later: YEAH I MADE TUMBLR MY BITCH

#Still looks alright tho so eh whatever #welcome to the little dark age children #Also yes I'm like a year late shut up lol #jim.txt

[genshinlover101]

Hii, hope your day's been alright! Can I get Sara, Beidou, Lisa, and Rosaria with an S/O who offers them a massage after they had a long day at work and S/O ends up being unexpectedly good at it?

You Being Unexpectedly Good at Giving her Massages

Characters: Sara, Beidou, Lisa, Rosaria x gn!reader

Warnings: spoilers to Liyue Archon Quest in Beidou’s

A/n: hellloooo my day has been good indeed <3 ty for the request tho, even if it’s short I hope this is to your liking :)

• Sara definitely needed a break or a way to relax, after training all those sweaty men she began feeling a little dejected about herself. If only there was a way to prevent such a feeling.

• She remembered you offering before to give her a back massage, she would feel anxious asking for it again. She wanted to wait for you to ask her again if she needed it, but that day would be too far away for her.

Sara came home with a large yawn and a pained look. It was quite early within the day for you to see her as the clock struck 6 pm. “You’re home?” you asked her surprised. Normally she would take overtime, or at least be in office till 8. You were still preparing dinner for her to come home to.

You could tell her shoulders were stiff as she walked like an old grandma, holding her lower back as she winced trying to hold herself up. Your greeting towards her was probably masked within her muscles aching. “Love, are you okay?” you asked her, placing all your utensils down. She looked up at you with one eye closed in suffering.

She looked as if she was holding water in her mouth, a blush appearing on her face. “uh-,” you stood awkwardly waiting for her to spit whatever she had to ask to you. “D-do you think you can give me a back massage?” she asked hiding her facial expressions by looking away.

You sighed deeply, “If that’s all you had to say to me you could’ve just said it silly,” you tried lifting the mood a little. “here, lay on the couch I’ll be there in just a moment,” You took your cooking gloves off and there Sara was lying face down as she rested on her arms as a pillow. You didn’t even have to take her shirt off as if already exposed most of her back, simply lifting the sheet of clothing that loosely laid over her top. 

Rolling your sleeves up you began kneading her back, her face tensing up with each roll. Sometimes you’d even hear her groan when you hit a specific spot. The General wasn’t so accustomed to asking for favors, but this was one that she didn’t regret asking for. “T-thank you,” she said under your touch. Short yet sweet, that was probably the first time you’ve heard those words from her directly without beating around the bush.

• Beidou needed a massage because she’s always hoisting nets full of items back into her boat. Whether it’s fish for the economy or the fallen items from the Jade Chamber, her back was surely aching.

• Beidou will ask straight up, she’ll plop herself down before you with her legs in a wide man spread and her sword in the opposite hand. It’s like massaging your grandpa essentially.

You sat in Beidou’s office leisurely reading a book while the crew did their afternoon fishing. You could faintly hear them heave-hoing in the background, a sound you’ve gained immunity too. That was until you heard the door slam open, it was Captain Beidou, the door swinging closed behind her automatically.

She was sweating from her head to her toes as she sat down on the ottoman that rested before the sofa you were on, her back facing you. “hey, give me a massage eh? These seas are killing me more than usual today,” she demanded, rolling her shoulders in a circle. You put your book down slowly, although her extroversion was never a surprise, it was rare for her to ask for a favor. 

You hesitated, thinking of the best point of action to tackle on her back. “What are you waiting for? Cat’s got your tongue?” she teased you, peering back at your bashful face. Luckily for you, Beidou’s upper back was already exposed, you brushed her shawl aside to give you more access.

You began with her upper shoulders, her smooth skin felt like dough against yours. You could feel the softness of a woman, but the hard sturdy muscles of masculinity on her shoulders. She even let out a loud masculine groan or two when you hit a spot she particularly liked. “You’re pretty good at this sport, is this your first time giving a lady a massage?” she laughed so that all could hear.

The statement was slightly embarrassing, making your movements stiffer and her massage experience lacking from before. “Hey, hey- don’t stop now, I was just messing with you,” you regained your composure along with her encouragement. “Seriously though, thank you for this. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t know who to ask to do this for me.”

• Lisa didn’t need a massage, but she wanted one anyway. This lazy librarian thought your touch was so sensual. If you give her one she’ll give you extra brownie points with her and a yellow star sticker.

• Lisa will try buttering up your bread before asking you by flirting with you. She’ll massage you a bit with her hands to insinuate it, only for you to end up massaging her for hours.

You visited the library daily during Lisa’s multiple breaks, typically around 12 pm she’d take an hour-long break. Meaning you could spend an hour with your lover as she lazed around as usual. This time however you sat on a rocking chair in the corner, reading a book that caught your eye, Lisa sitting pretty disappointed that you weren’t giving her the same amount of attention.

She pouted holding her teacup with both hands, giving you a little more under lip than normal. “Are you a child?” you asked her knowing exactly she was going to manipulate you into her schemes. You didn’t even have to look at her to know what she was doing, she always recycled the same tactics that you’ve learned them all by heart. 

“Cutie, why don’t you be a good little helper come give Miss Lisa a good massage hmm?” she tried reaching to you. “I could really use one,” she teased.  Knowing you’d already cave into her request she unbuttoned the shawl around her shoulders to give you full access to her back. Upon hearing the buttons unclasp, you sighed while placing the book down so you wouldn’t lose your spot. 

Walking over to her chair you began kneading in her upper shoulders, rotating around her neck area as she nuzzled into your touch. You knew sometime soon she was going to turn this into a perverted experience, that’s just how she was. As if on cue, she began moaning under your touch whenever you hit a certain spot. “mmm that’s so good, just like that,” she squeaked. 

A massive blush covered your face and your ears, she knew what she was doing full well, your movements slowing down as her breathing got louder with each thrust of your hands. “Please Lisa...” you let out finally, you could no longer take such torture.

“Please what hmm? I’m simply enjoying my lover’s massage, relax a bit. You’re such a prude,” she complained.

• After a night of taking down suspicious travelers that threatened Mondstadt, she’s of course gonna feel aching in her muscles. You’ll first treat her wounds, next treat her to a nice massage.

• You’ll rub a bunch of herbal medicine on her scratches, patching all the open cuts, and give them a quick peck for good measure. It would later turn into a full body massage for Rosaria as you noticed her stiff body when your hand brushed against her.

Rosaria didn’t have to say anything for you to tell she was clearly suffering from back pain. She waddled to the bed you two shared as if she had a torn tendon somewhere. she groaned loudly in pain as she struggled to sit down, you knew her night jobs were demanding on her body, but you’d never seen it take such a toll on her.

You sat up from your side of the bed in attention, grabbing her shoulders as you helped her balance as she slowly lowered herself on the bed. “Thank you, my love,” she sighed, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead. Her eyes were more droopy and tired than normal.

“Ah- what can I do for you, Rosaria? You look so fatigued,” you tried to convince her. She looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, somewhat surprised that you noticed and were caring enough to offer her a helping hand. “How about a massage hmm? Then I’ll get started on covering your fresh cuts,” you told her.

She bit her bottom lip in bliss as you rolled her exposed shoulders, her head raised to the ceiling as you hit all the good spots. “Ah that’s nice,” she murmured, unintentionally groaning whenever you hit a specific area on her shoulders.

Her pale purple skin was cold to the touch, you didn’t mind however, it was kind of attractive to you. She was like a vampire in the night, fighting valiantly for Mondstadt, you were just happy that out of everyone you were the one she sought refuge in. She placed her hand over yours, looking up at you with loving eyes, “that’s enough, I don’t want to abuse your service any longer. But I will take your offer on bandaging my wounds, I don’t want them getting infected anytime soon.”

#sara x reader #beidou x reader #lisa x reader #rosaria x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kujou sara #beidou #lisa minci #rosaria

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

If You Flinched Away From Their Touch

Dream SMP x Fem! Reader

Here’s some more angst lol

I’m definitely doing more Dream SMP stuff now that it’s ‘ended’ so if you have any requests just comment or message me! ^^

I’ll do prefrences, imagines, oneshots, fluff, SFW, angst and NSFW (not for The Dream SMP tho, only for other fandoms lol. NSFW in the MCYT community is genuinely weird-).

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                                   DREAM

Clay stared down at you with trembling green eyes, his hand that was about to cup your cheek was still held up and shaking a little. 

His mask was pushed to the side of his head so he would be able to kiss you, but you had actually flinched away from him. Like, properly flinched away like you were afraid of him. The more he looked into your nervous eyes, he finally realised.

Eyes darkening, he gritted his teeth and brought his hand to his side,” Who was it.” It was more of a demand than a question.

You panicked at his angered tone and how his hands clenched,” N-no! It’s fine! You just surprised me--”

“[Y/N].” 

His tone shut you up, your eyes burning a little. He looked hurt and most of all, concerned,”... Just tell me who. Please...” 

You gulped and told him, his dark eyes lighting up ever so slightly at your cooperation.” Thank you...” He then reached down and gripped your hand tightly within his own, squeezing it reassuringly.

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                       GEORGENOTFOUND

His eyes wide with concern, George instantly took his hand from your cheek when he saw you flinch. It hurt him... Where you scared of him?

“ [Y/N]... A-are you alright? Are you-....” He paused, gulping down the tight lump in his throat,”... Are you afraid of me?” He whispered, it was barely audible but you heard him clearly.

You instantly denied his claim, grabbing both of his hands within your own,” George you could never scare me... It’s just... The last relationship I had wasn’t.. the best, lets just say.” You explained it horribly but your boyfriend seemed to get the gist of it.

The brunette’s hand moved from holding your hand to holding your waist, pulling you into his chest and then wrapping them around you safely and securely, you froze at his warm embrace but found yourself melting in it,” I get it...” He whispered next to your ear,”... I’m sorry. I love you.” He muttered.

You couldn’t stop the loving smile from crossing over your lips,” Yeah... Same here.” 

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                                      SAPNAP

“...babe?” Nick muttered out with a confused look,” Why’d you flinch away? Is everything good?” He was worried now.

You smiled up at him quickly and nodded your head,” Y-yeah! Sorry, you just surprised me a little. I didn’t think you were just gonna hug me outta nowhere!” You laughed out to make it more convincing that you weren’t lying.

Nick knew better than that.

Sighing, he settled his head in the crook of of your neck, holding your arms gently and securely. You looked at him in confusion and you were about to question him, but he interrupted you,” I’m not gonna push anything out of you... but if you need to talk about it, then just talk. Okay?” He whispered to you reassuringly, burrying his face deeper into your neck.

You visibly relaxed and took your arms from his hold gently, moving them around his neck and playing with the back of his hair,”... Okay...”

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                                WILBUR SOOT 

The brunette looked terrified for a moment, afraid he had hurt you whenever he cupped your cheek but then a wave of realisation crossed over his expression. A solemn and monotone look passed over his worried expression, biting his lip due to habit.

“ Who was it, [Y/N]?” He asked calmly, but there was an angered undertone to his voice.” Who hurt you?”

You were silent for a long while, staring deeply into his chocolate-brown eyes that were dangerously dark. Those eyes that you had fallen for the first time you ever saw them. Sighing, your brought a hand up to his cheek and cupped it gently. Standing on your toes, you pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose with a kind smile.” Who cares who hurt me before? I’m with you, and I could never be more safer than I am when I am in your arms.”

He was surprised for a moment before his tense shoulders relaxed, and a smile twitched onto his lips.” Fair enough.” He muttered, giving into you.

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                                       ERET

Pulling you into a deep kiss, Eret’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and anxiousness. You had just flinched away from him when he tried to hug you. You were afraid of something.

He pulled away, staring down at you with stern eyes,”... Who was it and did they hurt you.” He demanded a response, he was just being a concerned significant other but his deep voice cracked a little when he spoke those words, he was silently panicking on the inside.

Shaking your head a little,” I don’t... please, can we not talk about it?... I didn’t mean to flinch away, I just need to get used to it. Give me some time.” You pulled him down a little and pecked his lips lovingly,” Just give me some time...”

Silent for a moment, he nodded.” I’ll wait.” 

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                              TECHNOBLADE 

“ Who the hell was it.” 

His words were like venom as his red eyes glowed with malice and killing intent. Whoever had hurt you, he was going to find them and torture them until they wished they had never even met you before him-

His thoughts stopped spiraling as soon as he felt arms wrap around his waist, watching as you buried your face into his chest, shaking your head a little.” I-I’m sorry for flinching away, but please, when I tell you who it was... You need to promise me that you won’t go and hurt them.” The girl mumbled into his chest, her voice muffled by his clothing.

His lip twitched a little but he brushed it off,” Yes.”

“ Yes what?”

“ I promise.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes, watching as his eyes narrowed in return. ”Lair.”

“HEH? I’m not lying!! All I was gonna do is introduce them to my axe of peace, that’s all-”

“This is why I’m not gonna tell you, Techno.”

“ Eh, I’ll find out sooner or later anyways.”

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                                    JSCHLATT

Schlatt breathed in a little, closing his eyes to calm himself down.’ Why the fuck did she flinch away from me, I swear to fuck if someone hurt her I’ll fuck em up-’

“ Sch-schlatt?” You stuttered out, concerned at the fact he was staying silent.” What’s up?...”

He coughed a little and opened his eyes, narrowing them a little as he looked down at you,” Look- I love you [Y/N] but who the fuck hurt you.” He spat like an angered snake.

You gulped a little,” Hey now- whatever your thinking...” You trailed off, not even able to defend yourself.

Scoffing, Schlatt settled a strong yet reassuring hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as a way to reassure you. He was never one for comforting others face-to-face even though he was so good at it. 

Breathing a  little before he spoke with a softer tone than before,” [Y/N].... Tell me who the fuck hurt you.” Although his words were threatening, his calm voice made [Y/N] give into him. He could only smile a little at her submissive nature and bring her into a tight hug.

There was a long silence.

”I’m getting my glock 17.”

“ Schlatt, nO-”

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                                     QUACKITY

He gritted his teeth a little as thoughts ran through his head, different scenarios of what you had to go through consuming his mind. The panic in his eyes were clear, the darker they got.

You stepped closer to him and cupped his face in both of your hands, bringing his face closer to yours. He was surprised for a moment before you pressed your forehead against his. Looking into your serene and calm orbs, he felt at peace again, his thoughts moving to the back of his mind.

“You need to stop thinking for a bit, okay?” You whispered to him reassuringly, he was silent as he just listened to you speak, feeling his anxiety slowly disappear,” I’m safe now. I’m safe and I’m with you... So calm the fuck down.”

Laughing at how out-of-character the last sentence you said was, Alex shook his head a little,” Alright, alright...” He muttered, a slight grin on his lips,” Whatever happened to you... if you wanna talk about it at all, come to me.” He reassured her, placing his hands on hers.

Snorting at his sentence, you gave him a cheeky grin,” Who else would I go to?? Sapnap?” 

“ Yeah, no me gusta-”

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                                       NIHACHU

As soon as you flinched from her hug, she instantly pulled away with a conflicted look. Her eyes full of hurt before realisation washed over them.”... What happened?” She whispered with a concerned expression.

You panicked and settled your hands on her shoulders quickly, a nervous grin on your lips,” D-don’t worry about it, Niki! You just caught me off guard-” You stopped talking as soon as her soft hand settled upon your cheek, caressing it gently with her thumb.

A soft smile crossed over her lips as she shook her head lightly,” You don’t need to hide things from me, [Y/N]... Just talk to me, I can help you.” She reassured, her smile widening further.

You stared at her for a long moment before sighing and leaning into her touch, nodding ever so slightly,” Yeah... yeah, okay...” 

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur soot x reader #nihachu x reader #jschlatt x reader #quackity x reader #technoblade x reader #eret x reader

[vigilvntes]

ok last hero!reader and dano!riddler thought for the night (because I send in quite a bit here and there and I need to slow down lol). so, at first glance, this kind of sounds a bit joker like and its funny too because I was looking at dc comics comic covers and came across a few that involved the joker and weddings, bare with me tho lol. which brings me to the exact thought I had mind!

basically, what if riddler had tricked y/n into him and her having a wedding? bizarre, I know lol but it's the way he does it that gets him the goal tricking the said hero for once! he starts off with something like "what do u call the one person life that will always be by your side? a partner!" and he slowly he hints the whole bride and groom thing with her until she finds the final riddle at a church and his big plan comes forward. boom! a wedding begins, u have riddler's followers just chilling there but also kinda dissapointed because it's like, riddler is their leader and now he has a lady by his side, a hero mind u. they'd be crybabies about but some also congratulate him lol. then u have him livestreaming it and being all giddy like "surprise gotham! your boy has found himself a lady and it's Gotham's very own hero!"

of course, everyone's shocked because "what?? a hero getting married to someone like the riddler??" but it is clear that she was tricked but it does become an official marriage soo she ends up getting married to her own enemy lol. but she's still in the corner like "really, Eddie?? you're livestreaming this. 🙄😒" he's all "yes dear, it's for when our future children have something entertaining to watch" then it ends with her going "pause! there will be no future little ones of us anytime soon" lol, it'd be so bizarre and whack.

HELLOOOOO FINALLY GETTING WROUND TO RESPONDING TO THIS IM SO SORRY BUT YEAH HI FHIS HAS HAD ME FOAMING AT FHE MOUTH FRFR LIKE HELLO???? imma have to put this under a cut bc it so damn long

i love how batman / joker this dynamic is like it's so fucking funny and i live for it so badly like???!!!?! help

eddie is definitely into the whole commitment thing like . definitely into commitment. and i feel like he almost certainly doesn't JUST do this to get a rise out of her or to have people like wtf???? like yeah i think that'd be part of the reason but man. i just know he's a possessive little shit and he'd want her all to himself. like they'd be MARRIED. husband and wife (although she's been tricked into it) and that'd get him OFF. like being able to call her his, and for him to be hers (legally, although it's deeper than that obviously and not to be corny, they're always gonna come back to each other in the end so like </3) like,,,that'd be such a turn on him for him 1000%. LIKE NOW THE WHOLE CITY KNOWS ABOUT THEM AND HE THINKS THATS COOL AS SHIT. NOW EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THERES NOTHING BETWEEN (Y/N) AND BATMAN,,, ITS ALWAYS (Y/N) AND RIDDLER.

and i can imagine her just going along with it because she's like omfg this is so fucking dumb but he's gone through all of this effort so like . i'll play along just to satisfy him but then he's like no,,,this was an actual marriage like. omfg. her reaction. i feel like she'd go OFF but then be like. sigh. i should have expected this. whatever.

and like the followers being there and him live-streaming the whole is so fucking funny because he WOULD. he'd want everyone to know that she belongs to him because a) causes a stir and b) he's possessive idk what else to tell you. and his followers,,,i think they'd just be used to her and know that although she kicks his ass and sends him to arkham every so often she's not like,,a real threat. she's probably never gonna kill him because they're low-key in love so i think they'd just be like eh alright. this is weird but whatever. plus if they said a bad word about her they'd be banned from the chat, the wedding and have their ip address leaked in 0.5 seconds so 💔💔

also like, about eddie in general, i feel like he would kinda crave domesticity. like he would want something in his life to feel normal and safe and like, although they're enemies i feel like that's something he can only really find in her. she knows him and kinda understands him and they belong to each other no matter what, even if they severely disagree on a lot of other things, he can't find what he has with her with anyone else. it's safe and secure because she's always gonna come back to him and he's always gonna come back to her in the end.

and about the whole future children thing she'd shut him down and be like no not anytime soon and he's like "so it might happen, just not yet👀👀" and she's like. sighs. also can you IMAGINE these two trying to live in a domestic setting like omfg she'd be calling arkham like "hello yes i have the riddler here this is the second day in a row that he hasn't done the dishes and he won't clean up his own damn mess and he keeps talking in riddles and and he's pissing me off please come pick him up" and he'd be like "wifey :(( no :(( don't be like that :(( come say hi to my followers" like i cant stop thinking about them actually trying to make it work it's so fucking funny.

and he'd definitely always be teasing her about it too, like he wouldn't ever stop. he'd be like "you'd do that to your husband?" "remember our wedding night" and she'd be like shut the fuck up i am going to punch you in the nose. and like. he'd call her wifey and baby and honey and sweetheart and she'd be like. hmph. shut up but she'd probably be melting

also i think i recall you asking how batman would react to their relationship and i think at first he'd be like w,,, why would you get yourself involved with someone like him, it's unsafe and you're putting yourself at risk. i feel like batsy would be super protective of her even though he knows she can handle her own shit, he still worries. but then he kinda realises that there's history there and that edward wouldn't ever actually hurt her. riddler said himself, he isn't rly physical so 1v1 she's always gonna come out on top. he'll fuck with her head and shit but there's no way he'd kill her or anything imo. so batsy would just be like sighs,,,,you slept with him again didn't you? or sighs,,, you spent the night playing board games with him again and then got into another fight and that's why you're being such a moody shit tonight right??? i think he'd have a field day with the marriage because like,,, wtf (Y/N) are you dumb you should have known it'd be a trap 💀💀💀 like imagine him being like "so....marriage troubles??" "how's the uh. marriage?" "how's the husband?" like he'd find it kinda funny low-key.

i'm so oBSESSED with this dynamic ugh i wanna just. scream shake cry throw up everytime i think about it like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking #dano!riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler x hero!reader

[astrochemstry]

Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy how are u? Can i please have some headcanons for the main four eddsworld boys with a reader that drink a lot of coffee with no sugar? Thank you!

Hello anon!! Doing good and Thank you for requesting :D this is an interesting request huhu

This can be interpreted as romantic and platonic

Gender neutral reader

EDD:

Scared

Intimidated

Why???

This guy loves cola

Sugar

Su ga r

And if hes drinking coffee, it hAS to have sugar

“How do you drink that???? Why?? whY?? How?” “with a cup and swallowing it”

Hes okay with it but just intimidated as hell

Especially since you keep drinking it a lot

“Im just concerned Tom, what if they die from all that Coffee?” “You drink Cola everyday- now find the answer.”

He makes coffee puns btw

“Hey! You better stop drinking a latte-” “oh theres a cup of coffee! Where has it bean your whole life?”

He even got Matt into it lmao

“Edd, we’re going to the mall-” “I can’t fully espresso my excitement!” “oh my god.”

He once broke your coffee maker and managed to buy another one

“Hey (Name)-” “Look, Edd, i don't-”

And then you see him holding the box for the coffee maker and a coffee in his other hand

“I made a pot of coffee, espresso-ly for you.”

What a dork

MATT:

Ah the ginger bread man

bro is terrified of coffee

If you thought Tord just punched him

weLL GUESS WHAT

BRO POURED COFFEE ON HIM

STEAMING HOT COFFEE

Not on purpose tho

Matt and Edd tried to scare him and he was drinking Coffee so

Anyways

He does think its bad for you to drink A LOT of coffee

“(naaaaaameee) stoooooop!! That coffee is distracting you from my beautiful face!!”

Uh he tried it once actually

When he got zapped by that gun which makes u forget?

He saw ur coffee and went “oH????”

He uh didnt know how to make coffee with the coffee maker

So he just drank yours

Hes runNing around hES up the rooftoP HE brOke ur coffee maker and probably at Eduardo’s house now

In the end he swore to never drink coffee again

He woke up at a dumpsite after he didnt feel so energetic

But i mean he can be unaware sometimes and he doesnt even realize hes drinking your coffee

He wonders why theres ‘mud stains’ on his face after he leaves the kitchen

But deep down, somewhere,

He knows.

TOM:

Ehh hes just neutral about it? but

Concerned tho abt u drinking coffee a lot

Very concerned

“Im just concerned, Edd. I don't want them to die after some- coffee crash-” “Ok- didnt i talk to you about this before? Also you drink smirnoff all the time.” “Touche.”

Hes the one hiding the coffee from u whenever it gets too much

Tried to hide the coffee maker, broke it but managed to get away with it actually

But felt guilty and did tell the truth to you

Tord drinks coffee too and youre coffee buddies and hes uh

“Stay away from this guy hes dangerous” “we’re literally drinking coffee?”

Yeah not after The end

CouGHCOUGH COUGH SNEEZE

I mean it could be expected he hates the coffee bcs Tord drinks it too buuuuut

that aint gonna stop him from trying new things just bcs some guy he hates drinks it too, hes a mature guy

Anyways

Hes tried it before and he drinks it only when hes feeling tired

Vv tired and stuff

One time Edd got everyone (except Matt) to drink coffee with sugar

Actually i mean mixing it with his Cola

Yeah

Tord didnt like it, tasted weird but he felt REALLY energetic

Though the aftermath wasnt so good

Edd, of course, loved it but said “still not better than the real thing.”

And actually Tom likes it too

“Not like smirnoff buut, its good.”

He actually drinks with you from time to time since Tord went off

Hes pretty chill abt it tbh and sometimes forgets you drink a lot

TORD:

Like the last three, concerned but

Hes just yolo, your life, your problems, your pain tbh

He drinks coffee

Not that much like everyday

I mean when he was still livin with the guys

But since he left and went around to make some thing

Cough

He stays up a lot to finish a project

coUGH

So he needs coffee to energize the fuck outta him

Though it doesnt affect him that much now, cant be energized with something hes tasted for like 365 days and 2 years

So before he went away

You guys drank coffee together

Like you and him will get out of your rooms and make coffee

“Tired?” “very.”

And yk just chat about stuff

Pretty chill stuff until you get close

Bro starts making challenges

Even worse than cola in coffee

“I think i can sneeze the coffee out of my nose- hey lets try it whoever does it fir-” “oh my god”

Actually he started selling some of them using your coffee maker

Managed to make a couple of cash

But he broke it

Yes all 4 of them broke your coffee maker equally

He used his recently gained money for it lmao :’)

Actually you don't see him much with coffee

Most of the time he drinks it inside his room or at early mornings

He invites u to hang out tho

Coffee and bird watching

Until he shoots one

Pretty good shot tho

oK so he leaves the gang to pursue a dream

COVUUUCHHCHGHCOU GH COU GH

You guys keep in contact through skype, zoom whatever app you wanna use lol

You guys just drink coffee with cameras on while working on stuff

And having a convo

“Hows the gang?” “same old same old, what about you?” “eh, been alright.”

And uh after The end, bro still drinks it

But it aint making him energized

Oh boy does he wish he didnt ban cola

Co U GH

Overall, very chill with the coffee and he doesnt drink it with sugar either

#eddsworld headcanons #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld hcs #headcanons #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #matt eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord x reader #edd eddsworld x reader #tord eddsworld x reader #tom eddsworld x reader #edd headcanons #edd x reader #matt x reader #matt headcanons #ew matt #ew tord #ew tom #ew edd #ew edd x reader #tom ew #ew tom x reader #EW headcanons

[tokimihyachi]

Everyone always asks for the Captains and Magic Knight headcannons (nothing wrong with that - always love them) but you rarely ever see hcs for our favorite supporting/up&coming characters :(

Would you by chance please do ‘relationship headcanons’ + ‘how protective they are’ or ‘how they let their guard down’ for Mars, Patri/Patolli, Licht, and Liebe?

warnings: may contain spoilers!

notes: awww, now that you mention it, it is true that i rarely see any of these four. and it’s alright fo u to request them! honestly love them a bunch. very underrated babies, indeed. 🥰 hope you like these! and sorry if their kinda long. i went all out because as you said, you hardly see their names here.

p.s. i simp for patri a lot, it just doesn’t seem like it kabcnsmd

MARS | the closet simp

after the first stage of the experiment thing that happened, he never once approached or talked to you

you were aware of the sideffects, so you had to understand the situation

whenever you were with him he always had those instances of sudden relapses

he described his headaches as the worst

of course, you’d take care of him

he likes to swat your hand when u get touchy-touchy :((

but then the atmosphere shifts when you two are in the battlefield

he always finds himself eyeing your every move

when someone decides to attack you, you wouldn’t even notice because he’s always there, blocking their advances

accidentally get a scratch because of a spell that wasn’t even meant for you?

consider that person gone in a second ( a hardcore simp, wbk)

when he finally remembers things, he’d apologize everyday

seriously. he’s so guilty, that the first thing he say’s everytime the two of you meet is “im sorry”

he’d be more considerate, and his stares at you are no longer the cold hard ones, but the soft and loving kind

would randomly hug you

“hmm? is there something wrong, mars?”

he won’t reply, and instead he would hug you tighter while nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck

“i just missed you.”

“eh? but i’m with you everyday.”

“not an excuse not to miss you.”

PATRI/ PATOLLI | the tsundere

as the number one human hater leader of the eye of the midnight sun, he has an image to protect, so, of course, his focus is always on his plans

you like staring at him

when he feels your eyes on him and he’d ask why, you’d only reply with nonesense such as: “you’re just pretty to watch”

he’d automatically furrow his brows at this

“you think this is all fun and games, y/n?” 

just the tone of his voice is enough to make you shiver in place

“whatever, pretty boy” and then you’d leave him by himself before he blows a fuse

he would never admit it, but your compliments always make his stomach all fuzzy

doesn’t know how to deal with emotions so he just releases it out as anger (poor boy :<<)

he always feels bad when you’re the one he vents out on

after the whole elf ordeal, he’d become more approachable

always looking out for you

the kind of guy to tug the side of your clothes so he can walk near the street and you would be safe on the sidewalk

a diehard fan of holding hands

he just loves the feeling of how well your hands fit with his

still gets flustered when you compliment him, but with all of the hate + rage + demon gone, he’s more open and would compliment you back

he revels in your attention

melts on the spot when you caress his cheeks and plat a soft kiss on his temple

the first time you two kissed, he just captured your lips as you were rambling about something

he couldn’t help it! you’re just too cute in his eyes!

rip to all the ogling eyes staring at you tho, in a blink of an eye they’re as good as gone

“oh, patri! where did you go to?”

“had to take care of a few pests, love. shall we go?”

LICHT | the proud boyfie

mAN, is staring at this beautiful being even enough? if you only had painting magic like one of the other elves then maybe you would’ve made one already to honor such a perfect image

he’s very interested in the culture and “way of the humans”

you would think it’s weird at first, but then the way he smiles when learning new things is enough for those unsure thoughts to dissipate

so, of course you develop a crush first

you like daydreaming of him (oop, hopeless romantic spotted!)

he knows you’re looking at him with those loving eyes, but doesn’t say a word

what a sly, sly man

would tease you at first by always brushing your hands against each other when you walk

he’d act all innocent when you look back up at him, but in reality he’s laughing so hard at your impeccable personification of a tomato

but then you suddenly became close with all the other elves

especially rhya, cause ya’know, you relate with him being a lazy bum because you have your lethargic tendencies too

he’s not one to be jealous or anything

he just misses the attention you give him

sometimes, the elf kids would find him all slouched on tree with his chin resting on the open palm of his hand as he gazed at you two

definitely not jealous

but when you accidentally trip because of lil children running around and bruise your ankle slightly, he’d be there ASAP

would tend to your wounds and confess then and there

the bold type to kiss you on the spot after the confession (not that you mind sksksksks)

he likes to flaunt everything you do to everyone

sometimes the elves get tired of his incessant talks filled with “y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n…”

“i almost forgot, did you know that y/n unlocked a new spell yesterday?”

“WE KNOW. THAT’S THE 34TH TIME YOU SAID IT TODAY!”

what can you do, he’s just in love 🥰

LIEBE | the explosive dolt & a closet yandere

since he’s bakugou’s counterpart a devil and all that, his first reaction was a loud, “HUHHH?” when you confessed to him

genuinely believes you’re messing with him

because of his past, he doesn’t really warm up to the idea nicely

(by explosive, i mean def not bakugou it as sudden outbursts of his reactions) 

he’s the kind of guy to distance himself after you confess 

after some time, he’d just randomly talk to you

but because you’re a stubborn, prideful person who knows their worth (as u should! 👑) you don’t pay as much attention to them

at this, he’d notice you’re always with asta

he’s irritated that you give the ash-blonde magicless fool more attention than him

whenever the two would spar, you’d only clap and cheer for asta, causing the said boy to blush profusely, whilst you smile cheekily

who could blame you tho, asta’s been the one who consoled you when liebe outright rejected you by not speaking to you for so long

he likes punching asta, “hey! what did you punch me for, you jerk!?”

“eh, your face seems punchable or something”

it’s not like liebe’s jealous or anything

always grunts loudly and makes noise when you and asta talk

“why did you throw the whole pole beside us?! we would’ve been hurt!”

“eh, the place looks like it needs an extra leg or something”

no. he’s not jealous

he would confront and talk to himself through a mirror, and ask his self what the hell is wrong with him and why is he acting this way towards you

you accidentally walk in the bathroom as they speak of their pent-up frustrations

cue awkward silence

but since it’s too much, he’d bluntly confess to you when he’s had enough of your closeness with asta

whenever he can, he’d always have you beside him or near him so he can keep a closer eye on him

he’s just afraid to be attached to someone only to lose them in the end like what happened to momma licita 🥺🤧

“liebe have you seen asta?”

“eh, he must’ve died or something.”

#black clover #patri #licht #mars #liebe #black clover headcanons #patri x reader #patolli #licht x reader #mars x reader #liebe x reader

[thedevilsdom]

Im so nervous lol.

just wanted to say that you made me accept a lot of my kinks that I thought were gross and felt bad for having so thank you soo much 💕

I saw an Obey me snz fic you made and was wondering if you take requests?? I have been looking everywhere for a Mammon snz fic and sadly there isn't almost any snz content in the fandom 😢

It's okay of you can't take requests now tho!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable lol

aw I’m glad I could be of some help!!

Ships: Mammon/GN!MC Contents: Sneezes, Dom/Sub, Handjobs, Rope bondage, Butt Plugs, Praise Wordcount: ~1.5k

He’s your good boy. He’s always your good boy, and you’re always delighted to see that he’s usually willing to indulge you in whatever it is you want to do.

Though this time, as you’re tying him up, something feels just a little bit off.

You had called him over to your room, putting on a little bit of perfume on your neck and wrists as you prepped the rope and anything else you’d need. Some silky white rope, a spreader bar, and a cage muzzle. All things you’ve used on him before, so really there was no need to suspect that a single thing would be off.

Now, as you finish the knots securing his hands over his head and tied to the bedframe, you pull back and notice that he doesn’t look quite… There. His eyes aren’t quite focused, and his brow is juuust a little bit pinched. He looks like he’s trying to focus but can’t.

“Mammon?” You ask, kneeling between his spread legs, “Everything alright?”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah of course.” He’s quick to nod and try to dismiss your worries. You give him a disbelieving look while you reach behind you on the bed to grab the little vibrating plug and the lube you’d brought,

“Okay, if you’re sure. Make sure you tell me if anything’s wrong, ‘kay?” You say, apprehensive. He smiles and agrees, eager to have your hands on- and in­- him. You lube up your fingers and bring them down between his legs, easily slipping one into him and pulling a low sigh from his throat.

“Theeere you go,” You begin to slowly drag the pad of your finger along his inner walls, stroking across his prostate and making his legs give little shivers. He’s so pliant and willing like this, not to mention needy. It didn’t take long to get him squirming and trying to push down onto the single finger that’s inside him.

“Does my good boy need more inside him? You want something to fill you up?” You purr. His whole body shivers. His hands form fists, discontent with being uselessly tied above him, wanting to reach out and grab you and hold you up to himself.

“Please, ple-mph- please!” Mammon cries out. He always gets so needy, all for you. You add a second finger, listening to him whine. Though, normally by this point, he’d be begging you to kiss him. Tying him up and muzzling him like this is your favorite way of depriving him of that closeness he loves so much, only to give it to him tenfold later in the night, but it isn’t any fun if he doesn’t beg for it.

“Mammon, baby,” You hum, slowing the push of your fingers to a crawl, “You don’t want kisses?”

He freezes as your eyes lock onto his. Even he recognizes that that isn’t normal behavior. After a moment, he breaks eye contact to look to the side and mumble something. When you don’t respond, he speaks up.

“You muzzled me already, I know that I won’t be getting any kisses now, what’s the point in asking?” He pouts.

“Oh, so we’re being bratty tonight? Is that it?” Your free hand squeezes the meat of his thigh and he blanches.

“I- I’m sorry! Please just- just keep going?”

“Hmph,” You start stroking his cock as you fuck him with your fingers, “You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous tonight. Any more attitude from you and I’ll have you over my knee.”

“Yeah- ngh- yeah, MC, thank you,” He mutters. Normally something like that would earn you a snarky comment in return, but you suppose he must just be feeling awfully subservient tonight. You cast a glance up at him and catch that same bleary, unfocused look from before. You give him a few more pumps of your hands before pulling them back completely. You easily slide the plug into his ass and press the button on the little remote, setting it to a low vibration, then you get up on your knees and move to over him. He looks confused when you suddenly straddle his lap.

“I wonder how long you’ll last like that.” You grind your ass back on his cock.

“I- hih- I don’t think- wait, hang on, MC-“ He mutters. You see him squint for a moment before a look of what you can only describe as shock crosses his face for just a split second before he quickly, desperately, turns his head to the side, the metal cage of his muzzle hitting his bicep, his whole body tensing-

“ha’ikshiew!” He sneezes to the side, uncovered. Immediately after, he looks mortified. Eyes wide, brow pinched, not-even-looking-at-you mortified. “I-I’m- That was so gross, I’m so sorry, MC, something’s been makin’ my nose itch all ni-hih! Fuck- huh-tshh! Hih-knxght! Huh-ktshiew!” A barrage of sneezes hit him, try as he might to stifle them.

The poor boy looks like he’s about to start crying, he’s so embarrassed.

He’s supposed to be your good boy, your always-sexy sub who gives you all the best reactions, how is he supposed to do that if he just made a fucking mess of his arm and muzzle with his sneezes? You probably think he’s disgusting and gross. He keeps his gaze trained away from you as he anticipates the incoming rejection and demand for him to get out of your room.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a warm hand on top of his head, and fingers carding through his hair, pulling his fringe out of his face.

“Cute.” You chuckle. “Must be my new perfume.” You turn up the vibrator with a press of the button, and his hips buck involuntarily behind you, head falling back with another hitch of his breath. “Here,” Your hand presses at the back of his head, urging him to lean forward and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his skin and the cold, wetness of his muzzle. “Can you smell it?”

“Can’t- hihh… I can’t smell much of an-anything,” His words are punctuated by soft sniffling as he tries desperately to keep the mess from dripping. “MC, MC, I’m hehh go-gonna- hik-TchEW! HAKNT-tchiuhh- HikTCHIEW!” He lets out a handful more sneezes against you as you pet his hair, offering a tired little huff at the end of the fit. He sniffles, strong and wet, in a desperate bid to not make any more mess than he already has.

“Oh, my poor baby,” You reach behind with the hand that isn’t on his head, beginning to stroke his needy cock. His head felt light and dizzy from the sneezing, and somehow that made your touch feel even more intense. He lets out a little cry, thighs tensing when you jerk him off. “This feels good, doesn’t it Mammon?”

“’S good, so good,” He sniffs, “wanna kiss you,” He mutters, small against your shoulder. You barely heard it, and you know that he must be so embarrassed asking for such a thing, especially now. The hand on his head undoes the muzzle, dropping it into your lap. He doesn’t have a second to object or even to process before you’re taking his chin between your fingers and angling his head up, pressing a kiss to his lips. They’re wet from the spray, and the humiliation of it only makes Mammon’s blood run hotter.

“My good boy,” You hum when you pull away, guiding his head back down to your neck, “You close?” The sound that leaves his lips is something akin to a rough, ragged sob. Your hand holds the back of his neck possessively. You may not have him collared this time, but this has very much the same effect.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” He nips at your neck, the scent of your perfume hitting him full force now, but he still doesn’t have his hands or arms to cover himself. “Ah- Aktchiew! HekTSHH!” He sneezes hard against your skin. “Huhh- fuuuck- ‘m so close, MC,” He whines, hips twitching and squirming under you.

“Such a needy boy I have,” You purr with what almost sounds like pride in your voice. It’s intoxicating to him. “Cum for me.”

Like a wire snapping, his back bows and his orgasm crashes through him. His cock throbs, sticky white cum spurting across your fingers and the tops of his thighs, some spilling over your hand. He moans, fucking up into your hand again and again, until his shivering and crying out from the overstimulation he’s giving himself. Only then you give him some mercy, turning off the plug and pulling your hand away. He lets out shaky sighs against you.

“My good boy,” You lean back, “Always my good boy.”

“Mhmm,” He hums with a dopey smile and a sniffle, “Always yours.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss to his heated forehead, then push your cum-slicked fingers past his lips. He dutifully gets to work lapping up his mess and suckling on your fingers obediently, humming contentedly as he does it. Once you’re all clean, you untie his hands and start rubbing feeling back into them.

“I’ll never know what I did to deserve such a good boy,” You plant a kiss to his wrist, where the rope was tied, “Thank you, Mammon. ‘M gonna take good care of you now, okay?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“U-uh- yeah- can… Can we shower first? So- snf- so you can get that perfume off at least? I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sneezing.” He says with a shy laugh. “Not that- not that I’m not down for uh- for a repeat some other time.”

A repeat, hm?

You tuck that thought away for now, giving him a quick pet on his head before skipping off to get a bath ready.

#sneeze #snez #sneezefic #obey me #omswd #mammon #obey me mammon #my writing #Anonymous #snz

[teyvattherapist]

Write to Me

eh fuck it here ya'll go. pspspsps dain simps come get your food.

Anyways it features my oc, I'm too lazy to rewrite it, and I think this is cute. Sooo, posting it anyways.

tags: gn!readerxDainsleif, fluff, soulmate au babyyy, it do always be angst when u squint, dain was a ho as a young man as he should be honestly, oc mention? not massive tho just in the bg, kaeya and albedo making bets

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When he was younger he wasn’t exactly monogamous, sleeping with whatever pretty thing piqued his fancy, his status and good looks lending to men and women throwing themselves at him. He didn’t think he had a soulmate, no lovely voice in his head, he could see colour just fine, and whenever he wrote or drew on his arm there was nothing in return. Not a single scratch that wasn’t his own, nothing. So he did whatever he wanted, there wasn’t anybody matching his soul.

But he was older now, much older. Centuries passed since he was a young man at the centre of many people's hearts. Now he was a disgraced knight and a traveler. He was busy tracking down and destroying the Abyss Order, his traveling companion gone, he had nothing but his duty once more. He stayed away from cities as much as he could, only going in to restock his supplies.

Imagine Dainsleif’s surprise when he woke up one day, odd blue squiggles on the tainted skin of his right arm. It wasn’t anything fancy, a small little smiley face with awful handwriting beside it, a tiny ‘hi’. He outstretched his arm, blinking once, twice, he tried to rub it off. But it didn’t come off. Now? Really? NOW?! He didn’t want to write back, he didn’t want to draw anything. They were more than likely a child judging by the writing, he could just pretend he never saw this.

But they didn’t cease. Apparently when he had rubbed the drawing, it had showed up on them. ‘Yuo real?’ Dainsleif groaned, pulling his gloves on instead. He didn’t have time for this. So Dainsleif ignored it, ignored the messages that sometimes showed up on his arms and he ignored the drawings, no matter how good or awful they were. His duty came first, and he was several centuries old. He simply couldn’t pay attention to it.

But as the years went on the messages began to slow. How many years had passed? Ten? Twenty? He wasn’t entirely sure, his memory blending together, fragmenting and hazing over. Bits and pieces here and there. ‘I hope you’re well, you’ve been quiet.’ A message scrawled on his left arm and he stared at it in the dark of the tent.

‘I am well. And you?’

‘And here I thought my soulmate died. I’m fine.’

Dainsleif sighed, blue eyes flicking upwards at the material of the tent. They deserved somebody so much better. The Twilight Sword was not that somebody. He looked back at his arm, a name, he assumed, was scrawled beside the words.

‘Dainsleif.’

‘Like the sword?’

‘Like the sword.’

“Fascinating. I must be going to sleep now, I have work early. Goodnight, Dainsleif.’

Dainsleif dropped his arm beside him, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How ridiculous was this. The Gods truly hated him to gift him a soulmate when he was what, five hundred and twenty five? His poor soulmate, too. He couldn’t stop thinking about what an unfortunate situation it was for them, perhaps it was the way he showed he did care, even if he hadn’t met them or spoken to them beyond reading the occasional message they wrote.

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You hurried through the hallway, already late for work, the fifth time that month. You spared a wave to Sucrose who was exiting Albedo’s laboratory and she smiled, waving back. You quickly threw open the door to the laboratory across from Albedo’s, entering swiftly. “I’m so sorry Ohm, my alarm didn’t go off again and- Oh!” You stopped, realising there was somebody else in there.

The medical captain looked around the man dressed in interesting garb, smiling when he saw it was you. “Hello, (y/n)! Nothing to worry about. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes! Same rules as before, but try to apply it more sparingly, I don’t want you building up an intolerance until I can find something stronger.” Ohm held out a jar of azure gel but the man was stiff, unmoving. “Teyvat to Dainsleif?”

“Wait- Dainsleif?” You stopped, dropping the papers you had been holding. They scattered everywhere and Ohm tilted his head, periwinkle hair falling into his face, a clear sign of his utter confusion. Dainsleif turned to you, his eyes were stunning, blue and the pupils- he was gorgeous, that was the first thing that came to you and you felt your cheeks warming at his piercing gaze.

“Well would you look at the time, I have to go uhm, annoy Albedo. It's in my schedule. Please lock the lab if you are to leave. Dainsleif heed my orders or I’ll find you.” Ohm stood up, he rounded Dainsleif, grabbing the bough keeper’s hand and placing the jar into it. He then let go and walked away. He put one hand on your shoulder and leaned in close. “Be nice, he’s shy.” The doctor whispered and then he was off, shutting the door behind him with a click.

You bent down to pick up the paperwork now that the initial shock wore off. Dainsleif also seemed to snap back into action, pocketing the jar. He stepped forward, crouching down to help you with the papers. “I apologise, your Gods have chosen an awful soulmate for you.” He was blunt, apparently. His voice deep and soothing nonetheless. He held the papers out in a bandaged hand and you hesitantly took them.

“I don’t know, I think you’re pretty. Even if you ignore me.” Did you really just- You stood quickly, walking by him and to the desk on the other side of the room, the small wooden desk you had claimed as your own. “Ahem, are you injured? I suppose you must be if you’re visiting the medical captain.” You trailed off, sorting the papers neatly on the desk.

“No, yes, technically.” Dainsleif stood, brushing off his dark pants. You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him as he moved back to the captain’s desk to retrieve a glove that matched his other one. Was it worth it? To give up his secrets? To show just why they should stop speaking to him and run far far away? He grabbed his glove and hesitated, looking at the thick material. He shook his head, pulling the glove over his bandages.

“Well, if you’re ever in need of care and you’re in Mondstadt, just write. Ohm has been teaching me how to do what he does. Though I can’t really do it like him yet, I’m still a pretty alright healer.” You offered with a soft smile even though he wasn’t looking at you. Dainsleif hesitated, adjusting his glove. Kind, dedicated to a good cause, funny sometimes. He cursed his feelings.

Dainsleif turned towards you, pressing himself against the desk as if to steady himself. His eyes flicked to the side, he was clearly thinking of something. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodded to himself, and then opened them again. “Ask your mentor about the Twilight Sword. I’m afraid I must take my leave. Write to me.” Dainsleif pushed himself off the desk and with a swiftness you weren’t sure was human, he was gone.

Immediately you brought your nail to your arm, writing gently. ‘I like your cape.’

‘Thank you, I like your cloak.’

Oh he was awkward awkward. Cute. You smiled at the words before getting back to work, these medical reports wouldn’t process themselves, after all. Though his words played through your mind, Twilight Sword.. It was oddly familiar but no amount of examining your brain proved useful, oh well. You’d just have to ask later.

Ohm snickered with Kaeya as they watched Dainsleif breeze by them, practically throwing himself down the staircase and out the door. “I’ll bet you one thousand mora he left the explaining to me.” Ohm spoke when he heard the heavy door to the headquarters slam shut.

“Neither of us are dumb enough to bet that, he absolutely did.” Albedo commented, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The feared Twilight Sword, Bough Keeper of Khaenri’ah brought down by a soulmate, so silly.”

“I don’t know, Albedo, I think it's quite endearing.” Kaeya teased, tapping his chin thoughtfully, but his eye told another story, glinting mischievously. “I’ll take that bet, Ohm. I’ll bet one thousand mora he tells them before he gets back to camp.” He held his hand out and Ohm took his hand, shaking it. Unfortunately, sealing Kaeya’s fate.

“Wait, hold on. I’ll bet one thousand mora he doesn’t do either.”

“That’s the spirit, alchemist.” Ohm shook hands with Albedo who huffed. “We should get back to work.” The medical captain gave a curt nod before he headed further up the stairs and towards the direction of his laboratory.

#dainsleif x reader #genshin impact x reader #dainsleif #genshin impact #soulmate au #lane writes #idk do i tag my oc? will he show up in future fics? probs #ohm ambros #queue #maybe i'll come up with a cooler genshin queue name but for now no #yes i pair dain up with a healer s/o a lot dont even LOOK at me

[findroleplay]

Gonna shorten this a little. Basic info about me: 20, NB, love medieval, dark fantasy settings, semi-lit (5 lines +), 3rd person, open to any sort of NSFW, but we'll need to discuss that previously, you need to be at least 18, but I still prefer someone who's 20 or older (MUST have your age listed in your bio, otherwise I'm not contacting you). I won't do anything NSFW, not even implied, with any minors (shoosh, leave me alone). I live in Eastern Europe, English isn't my first language and I already got enough to write as it is, so... let's keep it light and entertaining, I will definitely not ask paragraphs of you, but please keep it 5 lines or more.

As a queer person I lean towards queer ships: MxM, MxNB, NBxNB, NBxF, FxF (trans characters welcomed!)

Fandoms (?)

• Vampire hunter D bloodlust: OCxOC, OCxcanon, maybe (plot can be discussed in the DMs)

• Claymore: Canon x Canon, OCx Canon, OCxOC. obviously here I'd mainly look for some FxF ships 💅

• Trinity Blood: OCxOC, OCx Canon (world has a lot of potential, we can come up with a plot together)

• Sk8 the infinity: Canon x Canon (alright, let me list at least one more... popular anime? As I am an adult, I won't RP Langa x Reki. Kojiro x Kaoru tho... 👀)

• Promare: Canon x Canon (for sure, Galo x Lio, love 'em 😌)

• Nanbaka: OCxCanon, Canon x Canon (this one has SO MANY boundaries set, but eh, maybe we can find some sort of ship in the end. I'm mainly going for Ruka x Enki but beware- I'd prefer if we stuck to the anime, because the manga is SO HARD to come across)

That being said, I'm 10000% in favor of actually changing the world and story of a certain anime, I actually encourage that. Let's come up with something new, something different, something better- We can have a world as the base and do whatever the f we want with it afterwards, why not? Let's chat here and switch to Discord of things evolve. Interact and I'll reach out.

Bonus: please don't ghost me, if you feel like the RP isn't what you want or something like that just let me know and we can close it up. I've got like 4 open ones that I haven't gotten and replies to lately and I don't want to fill my inbox even more.

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#rp #roleplay #oc rp #nanbaka rp #promare rp #sk8 the infinity rp #trinity blood rp #claymore rp #vampire hunter d bloodlust rp

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Haikyuu boys with a thick / plus sized s/o

MasterList

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

lineup: Kuroo X reader, Ushijima X reader

quick note: this is gonna be a quick one but still the same format as the last one I made, other than that I hope you enjoy 😊

Song of the day: (tell me if you like it)

Kuroo

🐓: girl I’ve been writing about Kuroo a lil to much 👀

🐓: eh whatever 🤷🏾‍♀️

🐓: cuddles and more cuddles and more cuddles

🐓: WE LOVE IT 😍

🐓: he’s just constantly touching you no matter what your doing or where you are

🐓: he loves it when you wear tight fitting clothes, especially on your legs like leggings

🐓: If he had a favorite body part of your it would probably be your legs + thighs

🐓: cuddle sessions with your thighs daily

🐓: I saw in another headcanons hat it said that he would to be afraid to man handle you into sum cuddles

🐓: and uhh yes he would

🐓: I truly see him doing that 💀💀

🐓: his hand is always on your thigh

🐓: or maybe when y’all are walking somewhere he puts his hand on your lower back (which is like strangely close to you ass 👀

🐓: and ofc since it’s Kuroo he has a whole lot of sexual jokes that have to do with your legs

🐓: like you really just can’t go a day without hearing about the sexual things he likes about you or like a joke of some sort

🐓: example: “babe” “yes, Kuroo” “I like how when you cum your legs jiggle”

Like uhmmmmmmmmmm. Ya-ya got a lil to much dip on ya chip there cheif

🐓: but I swear not all of it is sexual

🐓: he always is embarrassing you privately ofc (but nothing mean if you tell him to stop he will ofc stop)

🐓: he touches your love handles and your stretch marks

🐓: I believe he calls your stretch marks your beauty marks (MY HEARTTT)

🐓:he also kisses your stretch marks 🥲

🐓: if y’all take a shower together he puts lotion on you and then kisses your stretch marks (BAHAKAHWKWHWNSHWJQ IM RUNNING LAPS)

🐓: he makes you feel very much confident

🐓: HUSBAND MATERIAL 😪

🐓: ugh we warms my heart a lil to much 🚪🦘

Quick scenario:

You and Kuroo were getting ready to go out for a date 😃 y’all first took a shower.

“Okay lemme put lotion on you, Chibi-Chan”

“Ha, okay 😊”

He happily grabs the lotion and rubs it all over your body. He gets on his knees and starts to rub the lotion o we your stretch marks. When he finishes rubbing the lotion there he kisses them (ABAHAJWHWHHQHAJQHAHAJAJ NOT ME GETTING BUTTERFLIES 😪)

“I had to get your Beauty marks Chibi-Chan 😊”

“Thank you, Tetsurou, I love you”

“I love you too, y/n”

Ushijima

🍪: can we talk about how he hits all the way different in this GIF 👀

🍪: lemme just start off by saying he would most definitely put his hands underneath your shirt 🧍🏾‍♀️

Quick scenario:

You and Ushijima were just chillin doing nothing really.

“Okay what do you think about this song?” You said curious to what he thought about the song you were playing.

“Yeah, It’s alright”

“No, it cant just be 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝” you say  imitating him

“it has to be great or bad” you continue.

He pauses for a second. “It’s great, y/n”.

“YESSIRR” you say excited.

All of a sudden he puts his hands underneath your shirt. It was easy for him to do it because you were laying on top of him.

🍪: he’s so sweet ☹️

🍪: he doesn’t really focus on the fact that your thick/ plus sized

🍪: but one time Tendou was like “DAMN Y/N YOUR THICK!!!”

🍪: and that’s when Ushijima realized like ‘oh shit’

🍪: ‘she do got ass tho’

🍪: after that he couldn’t stop looking at your ass like there was just something so perfect about it 🧍🏾‍♀️

🍪: like one day you two were out shopping (because I headcanon that you and Ushijima are like a domestic couple ☺️) and you turn around to show him a dish that you thought was pretty

🍪:Ushijima thought he was slick but when you turned around a lil to quick to look at him

🍪: you caught him right in the act of looking at your ass ✋🏾

Like 😳^

🍪: ofc he was acting all chill on the outside when you caught him but on the inside

🍪: MY GUY WAS FREAKING OUT

🍪: anywho, cuddles with him are like godly

🍪: they really should be illegal

🍪: y’all would just be so cute together omgg 🥺

🍪: SOME MORE HUSBAND MATERIAL 🥺

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Masterlist

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#kuroo tetsurou #ushijima wakatoshi #headcannons #kuroo tetsuro hcs #ushijima headcanons #kuroo headcanons #ushijima fluff #kuroo fluff #ushijima hcs #haikyuu headcanons #tendou headcanons #tendou hcs #lyrics #songs