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˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° e.r fightmaster, non-binary, they/them ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° “ heads up ; if you hear MAGIC DANCE by DAVID BOWIE blaring, it’s most likely TATUM WEISZ making their way down the shore ! they’re 30 years old and celebrate their birthday on 02/10 - i knew they were an AQUARIUS ! especially since they’re very CREATIVE and UNPREDICTABLE. they are from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, staying in ASBURY GRAND and are currently working as a MECHANIC AT HOT ROD AUTO SHOP & TWITCH STREAMER, here at asbury park. They always did remind me of spending all night on a discord call during a game, overalls tied around their waist, and humming random songs stuck in their head. “

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BASICS:

Full Name: Tatum Weisz

Nicknames: Tate, the kids in their life call them Taytay

Date of Birth: February 10th 1994

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: They/them

Sexuality: Queer

Languages: English

Family: Debbie Weisz (mom), Felix Weisz (father)

Occupation: Mechanic at Hot Rod Auto shop and Twitch streamer

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Height: 1.85 m

Weight: 150 lbs

Hair: Mousey brown, straight, ends just at their shoulders. Tatum's hair is usually always down, unless they're working and it's tied up

Eyes: Blue/green

Detailed Physical Description: Tall, slim, they only have their ears pierced

Typical Clothing/Equipment: Tatum loves the androgynous look. While their fashion tends to lean more on the masculine side, they often like to sprinkle in a little femineity from time to time. Tatum enjoys dark, muted colors, no patterns, often oversized and hiding their body. While they aren't working, Tatum likes to dress smart with oversized shirts, and high waisted cargo pants. When at home, Tatum will opt for something a little more comfortable in sweats and old baggy band tees. At work, Tatum will wear overalls, however they are usually tied around their waist for a more casual look

PERSONALITY/ATTRIBUTES:

Personality/Attitude: If you ever need a day planned out, then Tatum is not your person. Plans always seem to be their kryptonite as they always prefer to just go with the flow and see how they feel on the day. Tatum's spontaneity can often stress others out. This trait goes side by side with Tatum's laidback nature and whatever will be will be outlook on life. Tatum is a very creative person and has to surround themselves in music, art, gaming, anything that will inspire them and appease their creative brain. Tatum is a huge believer of nothing will change if you don't take action and because of this, they are a huge advocate for the LGBTQ+ community, often doing whatever they can to raise awareness and money for those in need. While they are extremely introverted, you wouldn't think it as soon as Tatum goes live on their Twitch stream, or when with friends. Sometimes, Tatum can find themselves detached from their emotions, which can come across as them being cold and unbothered. They often get unrealistic ideas, which can cause their mental health to spiral when their goals aren't easily reached

Skills/Talents: Baking, playing guitar, fixing vehicles, writing music

Favourites/Likes: Collecting art, gaming, staying up late, energy drinks, lego building, live music, oversized clothing, cars

Most Hated/Dislikes: Judgemental people, mornings, cold weather, tomatoes, closed spaces

Goals/Ambitions: Tatum just loves living their life day to day. Their main goal right now is to gain more of a platform on Twitch and to be involved in more activism

Strengths: Intelligent, visonary, creative, open minded

Weaknesses: Cold, unpredictable, overly idealistic, stubborn

Fears: Closed spaces, the dark

Hobbies/Interests: Sports, baking, gaming, playing music, writing music, lego building

Sexual Preference/Experience/Values: Tatum knew they were queer right from a young age. While they would say they don't have a preference when it comes to gender. They mainly lean towards women and feminine presenting people. Tatum has never really had a proper relationship and has yet to actually experience real love. Everything up to now has been casual or didn't go as planned

Education/Special Training: Tatum went to a public school in Chicago, deciding to skip college as they went straight to work as soon as they graduated

Place/Type of Residence: Tatum currently lives in a 3 bedroom condo in Asbury Grand, along with two other roommates and their black cat, Sir Isaac Mewton

Past Occupations: As soon as they finished school, Tatum took up an apprenticeship with their grandfather, working at his auto shop

HEADCANONS: - tw: death

Tatum was born an only child to Debbie (a life coach) and Felix (a store owner) Weisz. Growing up, Tatum's maternal grandfather also lived with them, often looking after Tatum while their parents worked long hours. Due to this, Tatum was extremely close to their grandfather.

While Tatum was forced to wear dresses as a child, it was something they never felt comfortable in. They always preferred wearing shorts and going out to climb trees, rather than playing with dolls. They spent most of their free time learning how to play guitar with their grandfather, or all about restoring old cars.

School wasn't the easiest for Tatum, they often struggled to fit in and was seen as the outcast. It didn't help that they were extremely shy and introverted, only really sticking to the small group of friends they had. One thing that Tatum used as an outlet was gaming. The first game they got was Super Mario and they played it for hours and hours.

During high school was when Tatum decided to come out to their parents, who not only declared that they knew, but also that they still loved their child no matter what. Tatum had been more worried about their grandfather, who came from a more old school time when it was more frowned upon in the world. Luckily, the older man didn't seem to care as long as Tatum was happy.

After graduating high school, Tatum opted out of going to college. They weren't 100% sure on what they wanted to do with their lives and so didn't want to deal with the thousands of dollars of student debt if they weren't going to use the degree. While Tatum had worked with their grandfather since they were a kid, now they did it as a part time apprenticeship job. They instantly fell in love with it and learnt everything they now know because of the older man.

At around nineteen was when Tatum found out about the term non-binary, instantly feeling connected to the term and knowing it was what they wanted to identify as. Not long after, Tatum adopted the pronouns they/them.

At the age of twenty five, Tatum got their first serious girlfriend and after a year of dating, they followed her to Asbury. In this time, Tatum managed to get a job as a mechanic at the Hot Rod Auto shop.

Only a few months after moving to Asbury, Tatum got news that completely shook their entire world. Tatum's grandfather had died unexpectedly of a heart attack. Since they had been so close to the older man, his death took a major toll on Tatum, who for months went into self destruct mode. Because of this, Tatum ended the relationship with no reasoning, wasting no time in moving out and into a shared condo.

One day, at the age of twenty eight, Tatum was writing music and watching a game play through on Twitch. It was at that moment that Tatum decided to try out streaming themselves. While it took months to gain any views and traction, they now have a decent sized following. They go live most nights playing a whole variety of games with friends.

Because they're working at the auto shop during the day and streaming at night, Tatum barely ever sleeps. In fact, their friends often joke that they've never seen Tatum asleep. As a night owl, Tatum prefers being awake at night, which unfortunately just doesn't match up with their day job.

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#━━ ˟ ⊰ * . ⊹ 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑴 𝑾𝑬𝑰𝑺𝒁 ⋮ 【 intro 】#asbury.intro #death tw

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luvring · 2 years

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sage needs some more lovin some more attention my dumb lil meow meow so I shall ask some sage only reqs for a bit.

sage with baby face mc? like when they first meet, sage refers to them as "kid" or something cause mc has gotta be atleast a teen right? wrong. mc is atleast 40 and sage is just like ???? do you not age???

SAGE :) really good really lovely really fantastic

the first time they meet except sage fully believes there is a teenager in front of him. "listen, kid, don't take this personally alright?" "?????"

he thinks their confusion is because of what he's doing but it's actually mc stuck on him saying kid

like okay. they know they look young, they understand where he's coming from. but something about this is just a little shocking and entertaining because people usually don't immediately call them "kid" at first glance

mc sees how long it takes for him to even ask about their age, if at all. he keeps patting their back and head. "are you old enough to drink?" mc just tries not to laugh while they nod

tbh just imagining felix and anisa already knowing. like everyone is Fully aware of mc's age except for him and they've placed bets on how long it takes

but at some point it's just like....sage...king.....

"sage how old do you think i am?" "what? i don't know, like, 19 or 20 or something? why?" "i'm older than you." "what the fuck"

he genuinely looks offended

sage starts looking real hard. just wordlessly staring at them until mc says "sage?" and he pokes their face. like poking and squishing and holding and turning their face

"are you lying?" "why would i lie about being 40" "forty—"

Sage Is Having A Lot Of Internal Conflict Right Now.

seriously questioning whether everybody from earth ages the way they do or if this is just a Sage Specific Problem. he thinks he looks like his age? doesn't he??

but what is sage if not one to be smooth. or attempt to be.

"...you know, i always was attracted to older people—" "shut your mouth right now"

mc teases him a little, "being a mercenary really wasn't good for paying attention to your skin, huh? you want my skincare routine?" little meow meow wants a skincare routine??? little trauma man needs help with dry skin??? sage's ears do the little droopy thing and he glares at them

"i'll do it with you" Sage's Ears Are Perked :)

cannot lie. he doesn't really get it and he's Quite Fine with how he looks :). but there's something about the relaxation that comes with mc helping with a skincare routine (with whatever products they can actually get their hands on)

^ mc bringing up putting cucumber slices on his eyes and he thinks maybe this isn't worth it

they still hold his (long) initial attitude over his head every so often as a joke. "you have to do it because i'm the older one." "youth are so reckless these days," "how are ya doin, champ?" "Mc, Please."

is it deserved? maybe. does it ruin his mood of wanting to kiss them? There aren't enough words to describe the emotion that comes with his "Yes."

he ends up just turning it back around on them, especially when he beats them at something. "not much better than me now, huh?"

Most of the time he doesn't really mind or pay attention to it. mc might catch him staring at them for a while, but i think that comes with being with sage as a general thing

tags :0 couldn't tag? // @evanox @yelenalovegood @pst-02 @diamo-chan @god-is-trans @sweet-milky-tea705 @azahelmz my taglist form ! :))

#last legacy #fictif #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage

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goddesswritings · 3 years

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“Can I slap her for you?” - Corpse Husband | Part One

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part One

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.3k

I’m always writing so much plot! I hope you like it. Part Two is in the works.

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Credit to PIC owner!

This pandemic was hell for you. Being stuck in this apartment with your bitch of a sister was not something you would wish on even your enemy.

When you first moved to LA with her, things were fine, and you got along. She had a budding YouTube career, and you were working a good job. Pretty quickly, she’d hired you as her editor since that was a daily part of your real job, you happily agreed because it meant you could get money on the side and still work.

Your sister was mainly a beauty YouTuber but last year she gained over 3 million followers when she started a series where she would interview people in other lines of entertainment and then test it out. Since then, she’d become a horror to live with.

Now with the pandemic, you’d been furloughed from you day job and working full time for your diva of a sister. She had only been getting worse and worse. Being stuck with her was crap, especially since she was selfish and still went out to party and do collabs with people like there wasn’t a massive virus out there.

“I hope you finished the editing I needed done.” Olivia, your sister, asked as she shut the front door.

You were just finishing up the edits from your spot on the couch. “Yeah, I did it while you were out risking lives.”

“Shut the hell up. I’m an adult and I can do what I want.” She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Even when it’s killing hundreds of thousands of people?” You were so sick of her attitude. She has no care in the world for anyone but herself. In the last month, her name had been posted all over the commentary YouTubers channels. Slamming her for partying while the world dealt with Covid.

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Those people are not my problem at all. If they are so afraid, they should just stay home.”

“Why are you so selfish?” Her behavior was completely out of hands these days.

“Do I need to remind you that I pay you?” She sent you a glare before heading off to her room. You grumbled and threw your head back. There was no way you could handle her.

Stressing out over her was no good, so you decided to take your laptop back to your room and play some games to calm yourself down. Among Us was one of those games that allowed to you just play and forget the stress. You booted up the game and joined some random lobbies. It was hard to find good games because you usually ran into some sour players who couldn’t just play the game without causing drama.

A few rounds in, your phone buzzed, indicating a text. You exited the current game, one of the imposters had already killed you anyway, and picked up the phone. There was a text from Poki. The two of you had become quick friends when she appeared on your sisters series but she clicked more with you since you were more of a gamer.

P: Hey Y/n, what are you doing currently?

It was an unexpected text because you had been fairly sure Poki had a stream tonight.

Y/n: Nothing since I just finished editing my selfish sisters video. What’s up?

She knew very well how horrible Olivia was and she’d been the one person who you could talk to about it. You appreciated her for it.

Poki: Damn, did she go to another party?

Y/n: Yup, she sure did. Then threatened my job when I called her out on it.

Poki: Wow, not cool. Hey, so you know how I’m streaming tonight?

Y/n: Yeah.

Poki: So I had everyone set up for the game but last minute someone dropped out. We need one more person and I know you’re amazing in Among Us. Would you join our game?

This was a surprise. You weren’t a YouTuber or a streamer, so for her to ask you, meant she really was desperate.

Y/n: Sure, I’m free. Who’s playing tonight?

Poki: Rae, Lily, Ethan, Mark, Felix, Toast, Sykkuno, and Corpse.

Wow, that was a packed game full of some pretty big names. Your nerves kicked up at the thought of being in a game with these amazing people.

Y/n: Sweet!

Poki: I will send you the discord so you can join the chat and the game code.

Y/n: Thanks.

She instantly sent you the links and you got your self set up with your headphones. Poki connected you into the discord call.

“Hey, everyone welcome my good friend, Y/n. She’s the one who will fill in on the open spot tonight.” She introduced you to the group.

A chorus of hello’s was heard. You knew Rae, so she jumped right into welcoming you.

Pushing the nerves away, you managed to little hello. Your voice was softer than you’d intended. Damn nerves.

“Guys! Y/n is so good in Among Us. Her skills rival Corpse’s.” Rae gushed. You’d played a game with Rae and Poki and a few of the other girls, but no one had been streaming.

“Whaddup baby.” The deep voice of Corpse said. His voice was something else.

“Don’t make her too nervous there, man.” Felix commented which made the other guys laugh.

“Oh no worries, I’m not nervous.” You said even though you really were nervous. You switched into the game and typed in the code Poki had sent you. Immediately the game lobby popped up, filled with everyone who was on the call. Your character popped onto the screen and took the white color.

“Good to know. I look forward to being an imposter with you.” Corpse said making your cheeks heat up just a little.

“You really need to watch out for her.” Lily said making you giggle. She was right. You were a deceitful imposter.

You quickly changed your hat to the halo, making you match your chosen username, Angel.

“Look how fitting her character is.” Mark commented. “Is that an indication of how you will be?”

“Perhaps.” You were starting to calm your nerves. “You will just have to find out.”

“Okay, let’s get started.” Poki said as the countdown started on screen. You muted your mic. The screen flashed the crew-mate title, and you felt a little more relieved. You hated starting as an imposter.

The map you were in was Polus, your favorite. The first thing you did, was the navigation task before also doing keys. Nearly everyone was there, which meant the two imposters were faking the tasks. After that, you ran off entering the building that housed electrical and o2. You looked around for tasks.

“I have my eye on you, Angel.” Felix said as he came into o2.

You unmuted your mic. “Good, then you can watch me teach you how to do tasks.” You sassed, making the group laugh.

“Damn, I already like her.” Ethan said, getting sounds of approval from Sykkuno, Mark, and Corpse.

“Stop simping and play the game.” Poki commented, making you laugh.

Leaving o2, you ran outside to check the weather nodes. Felix was still following you closely. He was convinced you were an Imposter.

“Why is this guy following me around?” You asked, trying to run from him.

“Felix, what are you doing?” Rae asked as she popped up beside you.

“Making sure she’s not an imposter.” He sounded innocent.

“Well I’m not. Now go do your tasks.” Once again you ran from his character and entered the office. You passed Corpse’s black character before heading in, to do card swipe.

Suddenly a body was reported. Felix’s body.

“Whoa, okay, Y/n did you kill Felix?” Toast asked.

“What? No? I left him to go do my tasks.” You defended.

“I can confirm she was in office with me. I watched her do card swipe.” Corpse added.

The thing was, you passed him as he was leaving the office, and he definitely didn’t stay to watch you. He was headed in the direction you had left Felix and Rae. So, both were sus.

“Okay, then Rae where were you?” Sykkuno questioned.

“I left Felix by weapons. I was headed to lab.” You couldn’t decipher a lie from her.

“Hmmm, okay. Skip then?” Ethan offered. The group agreed.

Once back in the game, you decided to head to labs to find the rest of your tasks. Sykkuno followed you but broke off to go through decontamination. You did your scan in peace before another body was reported. This time it had been both Mark and Lily.

“Any sus?” Ethan asked.

“No, I was in electrical.” Toast said.

“I went to o2.” Poki added.

“Y/n, where were you?” Toast questioned. You were sure he thought you were an imposter.

“I was in the lab doing my scan, which I never got to finish.” You hated being interrupted mid-task.

“Anyone see her go there?”

“I passed her while I headed to decontamination.” Sykkuno vouched for you.

“Sure but the body was right outside the lab. She could have gone back to kill Mark after you were gone.”

“But I didn’t. I was doing my task.” You repeated with a little smile. You loved this game.

“Sure. I don’t believe you.” Toast was a hard one to convince.

“She didn’t do it. I entered lab and she was doing her scan.” Corpse spoke up. Again he was covering for you when you know he was not in Lab with you.

“Okay. I guess we skip?” Poki said. Everyone agreed but when it was done, you had two votes but three had skipped, so you had been spared luckily. Toast for sure voted for you, you had no clue who else did but it didn’t matter.

Back in the game, you headed back to lab to finish your scan. Once done, you headed to decontamination, then to the specimen room for a task. As you entered, you found Corpse.

“Hey Corpse, having fun with your tasks?” You asked as you went to your own task.

“I sure am.” He stated before his character was running out of the room and up to the lab. Once your task was done, you had finished all your tasks and headed back to Admin. You entered office to find a dead Sykkuno, so you hit report.

“That was for sure a self-report.” Toast quickly said.

“It wasn’t, but okay.” You said shaking your head. Toast was so sus on you all game.

“I’m sus of Toast.” Rae said while Corpse and Poki agreed with her.

“Wait, Ethan is dead too. Damn, these Imposters got around.” Toast commented. “By the way, I am not an Imposter. Y/n is.”

“She’s not. I have seen her do her tasks all game.” Corpse was quick to come to your rescue. It was sweet how he was vouching for you all game.

“Sure, I’m voting Y/n.” Toast said as his ‘I Voted’ badge popped up.

You decided you were going to vote off Toast because he was getting on your nerves. Apparently the others were feeling the same because everyone else voted off Toast as well. His character was launched into the Lava. Toast was NOT an Imposter.

Back in the game, you ran around, just seeing if you could spot anyone being sus before Poki was killed. Straight after the defeat title showed, and the Imposters were revealed to be none other than Rae and Corpse.

Everyone dropped back into the lobby.

“I told you I wasn’t an Imposter.” You boasted.

“Sorry Y/n, I should have believed you.” Toast said.

“No worries. But hey, Corpse and Rae had plenty of chances to kill me, but they didn’t. Why?” It was interesting to you.

Rae laughed. “I didn’t want to kill you right in the beginning of your first game with us. You deserved to have some fun before you got killed.”

“Well thank you.” It was sweet of Rae to do that.

“I didn’t want to kill an Angel. It wouldn’t be right.” Corpse stated with a cute laugh afterwards.

Felix groaned. “But you have no issue killing anyone else.”

“It be like that sometimes.” Ethan stated which had you in stitches, as well as the rest of the group. “Okay, let’s begin another round.” He added.

The next few games were fun and interesting. You were always a crew member, but someone was always sus on you. But no matter what, Corpse would vouch for you. Sometimes his character would follow you around, do tasks with you. It was pretty freaking cute and clear to see the man with the alluring deep voice had taken a liking to you. It was sweet.

“One more game?” Poki asked after a slew of other games. Everyone agreed. She started the game and after the countdown, the screen flashed that you were finally an Imposter. Your fellow Imposter was of course Corpse. It was only natural.

You and he teamed up and killed many of the others. Starting with Rae and Lily, moving onto Toast and Sykkuno. Then someone finally reported the bodies.

“Four bodies already?” Mark stated as the red x’s showed up on their icons.

“Damn, someone is having fun.” You said, pretending like it wasn’t you who had done half of the killing.

“I saw Poki headed into Electrical where Lily and Rae were.” Corpse said, sounding genuine as always. He was so good at Imposter. His ability to lie was excellent.

“Sure I went to Electrical, but I left after fixing the lights.” Poki said.

“I don’t know. You seem sus.” Ethan said. “I saw you enter lab, and after I saw Sykunno’s body right before someone reported Lily and Rae’s.”

“I swear, it’s not me. I was just doing my tasks. How could I kill four people in that short amount of time?”

“It’s possible. You could have vented.” Corpse was right too.

“Guys, please.” She pleaded as everyone put in their votes. Nearly everyone had voted for Poki and her character was launched into the lava, only to show she was not an Imposter.

“Sorry Poki.” Ethan said before everyone hopped back into the game.

Once again, you and Corpse were teamed up, but you saw Mark head one way while Ethan was going another. Almost silently, the two of you decided to split up and take them. You followed Mark into O2, trailing him into the tree. No one was around, so you killed him before quickly venting away from there. Making sure no one was around when you resurfaced. Corpse must have killed Ethan because the Victory screen popped up for the two of you.

“Damn, I should have known this was a team effort between Corpse and the Angel. You’re far from an Angel when you’re an imposter.” Mark complained.

“That’s part of the thrill.” It really was. You loved being able to shock people that way.

“Good job, partner. You’re a great Imposter like me. We need to team up more often.” Corpse’s words made you feel all warm. It was insanely fun being Imposter with him. Your combined skills made things that much better.

“Okay, I think it’s time to call it a night. Thank you so much for joining us, Y/n.” Poki yawned to show it was getting late.

“Of course. I loved playing with all of you. It was much better than playing with randoms.”

“I get that. Randoms can be very annoying.” Sykkuno agreed. “It was so good to meet you, Y/n. I hope you join more games so I can be an Imposter with you!”

You loved how excited he sounded. “I guess we all want a chance to be Imposter with her.” Felix stated what everyone else was thinking.

“Hey, no one steals my Imposter buddy.” Corpse spoke up, which once again had you feeling some kind of good way.

“Corpse, you’re being such a simp.” Rae laughed, which made everyone else go nuts.

You all bid your goodbyes before you exited the game and the discord call. You found there was a huge smile on your face after that fun you had just had with Poki and her friends. They were all super welcoming of you, despite not knowing a thing about you.

Poki: Thank you for playing with us. I hope you had fun! You didn’t mind being on my stream?

Y/n: I had so much fun, everyone was so good to me. Also, not at all!

Poki: Good because my chat loved you! They couldn’t stop gushing about how much they loved you. It was so cute.

This was not something you had expected. Her stream had never met you, so for them to like you playing a game with the group, that was nice.

Y/n: Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting that. That’s so sweet!

Poki: You also seemed to get Corpse simping for you. Sykkuno is super jealous.

You laughed when you read that.

Y/n: Sykkuno doesn’t have to be jealous. It was a one-time thing, and he can have Corpse back in the next game.

Sure, you wanted it to be more than a one-time thing, but you weren’t going to let your hopes get too high. Poki had many streamer friends, who would get their streams way more viewers than you ever could.

Poki: I wouldn’t count on that. We’re definitely going to use you for more games. You’re one of us now, even if you don’t stream.

Her words warmed your heard. Poki had been one of the very few people you had made friends with when you moved to Cali with your sister and your friendship was only 10 months old. It was nice to have someone who wanted to include you in on the things she was doing.

Y/n: Are you sure? Because I would hate to be taking someone more interesting’s spot.

Poki: You shut that mouth. The group loved you and we’re all looking forward to playing with you again.

Y/n: Okay if that’s what they want.

Poki: They do, now get some sleep. I know you’ve been overworking yourself for your sister.

Y/n: You would be right. Thank you for the fun night, Poki. You get some sleep as well.

Poki: 😊

You liked her message before deciding it was indeed time for bed. Editing those videos did take energy out of you, especially since your sister would review and have you re-edit the things she didn’t like. Not fun at all.

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The next month passed by with Poki inviting you to more games with her and her friends. Most of those games included Corpse, who’d taken a liking to you. The last few games, he’d been bugging you to tell him who you were and how you met Poki, but you were keeping that a secret. You really didn’t want him or the others knowing you were the older sister of selfish party girl Olivia Bella.

Your sister had found out you’d been playing the game with Poki and her friends and decided she was going to say some shit.

“How did you get Poki to let you play with her and the other streamers?” Olivia said with clear distaste towards you.

You shrugged. “She just asked me to step in for someone one day and now they enjoy playing with me.”

She laughed obnoxiously. “That such a joke. I needed that laugh, thank you.”

You clenched your fists, trying to contain your anger against your sister. She was really grating on your nerves these days.

“Damn, I would do anything to play with Corpse. His voice is so hot.” She muttered looking deranged.

“He’s much more than his voice you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s whatever I want him to be. God, I bet he’s so sexy behind that screen.”

“Please stop, he’s my friend and talk like that is uncomfortable.”

She cackled. “Corpse is not your friend, you loser. He just tolerates you like the rest of that group. I bet Poki only asked you to join out of pity.”

Her words slapped you in the face and threatened to strangle you. It was unbelievable that your younger sister was really acting like this to you.

“Why are you like this to me?” You questioned in all seriousness.

“Because you annoy me. Isn’t it obvious. I meant if I had the money, I would have moved here without you. Living with you is the worst. You know you’re like the most boring person in the world?”

The insults just kept on coming. She truly didn’t like you and it felt horrible. Family wasn’t supposed to be like this. “I get it, thank you.” You walked away before she could say anything else, she was horrible to you.

Her words made you sad. The only thing that could cheer you up was the fact that Poki had invited you to another game. It was something you needed after that conversation with your sister.

Poki: Hey girl, this kills me to do but Sean invited someone else to play tonight. Someone he said was eager to play with us. I’m so sorry.

This was simply perfect. The one time you craved interaction with the Among Us crew, they added someone else to the game. Of course it was always a possibility, but it didn’t stop from making you upset.

A couple of tears streamed down your face before you wiped them away. You wouldn’t let this get to you.

Y/n: No, please don’t worry. I understand it is always a possibility. Have a good stream!

Poki: I think you should know the person joining us is your sister. I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but they didn’t really believe me. I’m so sorry.

Your sister was the reason you have been replaced for tonight. Perfect. Of course it was her. She always took the things you liked, away from you.

Y/n: Please stop apologizing, I completely understand.

Poki: Should I tell them she’s your sister?

Y/n: No, please don’t let them know that.

Poki: Okay, please know we will miss you in tonights stream.

Doubt filled you. After reading those words. There was no way they would miss you in the game tonight. It was clear you didn’t bring in viewers for the streams, but your sister would be able to do that without any issues. Now your night was truly ruined. Thankfully, you could just lay in bed and sulk all you wanted.

The bedroom door burst open. “Hey, can you set up this game for me? I assume you know I’m playing Among Us with the crew tonight. Told you they didn’t care if you were there or not.” Did she ever stop this shit?

“Why should I help you?” You grumbled, glaring up at your blonde-haired sister. She looked like she was dressed for another party, not an off the cuff stream.

“Well, I pay you and if you want that to continue, you will help me set up the game and stream.” Her hanging your only source of income over your head was really shitty.

You growled but got out of bed, passing by her in a haste. You entered her office and quickly got to work setting up the stream and discord. Then you showed her how to load the game. She just nodded, not looking happy at all.

“Have fun.” You sounded bitter but at this point, you couldn’t hide it.

“Oh I’m going to have so much fun with them. It’s going to be so good, and maybe they will ask me to join them more often and they can stop faking their friendships with you.”

“Cool, good for you.” The audacity of this bitch. You left once you were sure it was set up correctly. She didn’t see, but you shot her the finger as you left. She was a bitch through and through.

You retreated to your room to sulk some more. This day was such a let down for you. Over the last month, you had really clicked with the Among Us group. Meeting more streamers as Poki had more games. They all seemed to like you, but your sister was probably right, they were just being nice because they could.

As you stared at your ceiling, you heard your sister talking and knew the stream had started. Groaning, you threw on some headphones and put on your playlist that was saved strictly for when you were sad. It helped to take your thoughts from the stressor at hand? And ease your mind.

****

Meanwhile, the stream was hell. Sean majorly regretted inviting Olivia onto it. To be fair, he was only being nice because the girl had been begging to join the game for a while now in his DM’s. But it was a huge regret with the way this woman was acting. She couldn’t even be Imposter without outing herself and the second Imposter.

“You guys know Y/n is my sister right?” She said offhandedly as they were waiting in the lobby for the next game.

“Wait what? Is that true?” Ludwig asked in disbelief. This woman was nothing like Y/n. She was a total ditz compared to Y/n.

“Of course it is. I have lived with her for twenty years now, I know a lot of dirt about her.” Hearing her say this angered Poki.

“Don’t go there, Olivia. Just play the game.” Poki didn’t want her to spill anything about her friend. It was messy that she would even want to.

Olivia sighed. “Awe but you would love this.”

“No, let’s just play the game.” Corpse was quick to cut her off.

“Come on Corpse, are you sure you don’t want to hear all the embarrassing things I know about her?” Everyone was quickly realizing just how messed up in the brain Olivia was.

“You do realize most of us are streaming this live?” Rae stated, sounding just as frustrated as Corpse felt.

“Please, let’s start the game.” He all but growled, wanting to shut this woman up. The game started and he pulled out his phone. He was going to finally get Poki to tell him Y/n’s instagram.

Corpse: I know you told me you couldn’t tell me what Y/n’s instagram is but please, can I get it now? Her sister is a fucking bitch.

He has so much more he wanted to say about Olivia and entitled attitude but making sure Y/n was okay was his number one priority.

Poki: She’s going to hate me if I do it.

Corpse: Please, this is important to me.

Poki: You owe me. Here’s her insta.

She sent him a link that led to a private instagram under the name Y/nY/l/n96. He requested to follow her.

Corpse: Thank you, let me know when to pay up.

Poki: Will do, now get into the game or Olivia is going to kill you. She’s imposter.

He got back into the game, hoping Y/n would accept his request.

****

After an hour of ‘sad girl hours’. You decided to do something that could help you not to focus on Olivia streaming in the other room.

Clicking instagram, you saw a notification. corpse_husband has requested to follow you. This was interesting. Either he’s smart enough to figure out who you are or Poki told him.

You accepted his follow and followed him back. He only had seven pictures, and of course there weren’t face pics. You admired him for keeping himself faceless to his fans. Now you hoped he wouldn’t bend to their pressure and reveal his face. Being faceless was good for him and his anxiety. The latest pics were his hand reveals he did for the fans, they made you giggle.

Corpse was good at keeping himself secret and you liked that. You did what you could to stay secret as well. Your Instagram profile picture was not even you, so no one would be able to point you out even if they knew your face. Also, you have hidden the account from Olivia, so she couldn’t send her fans to torment you.

As you scrolled Instagram, you received a DM. It was from the one and only Corpse Husband.

Corpse: This stream is hell without you tonight. Why did Sean have to invite her?

It made you feel a little better to see that Corpse was missing you in the stream tonight.

Y/n: That’s a question you will have to ask Sean. I was looking forward to playing Among Us with the group as well, but hey, it looks like they found someone who will bring in the views.

Corpse: Nope. She’s chasing away everyone’s viewers. Your sister is the worst. I see why you didn’t want us to know the two of you were related.

Your blood ran cold. How did he know that?

Y/n: How did you know she was my sister?

Corpse: She won’t shut up about it. No one can get her to stop. I’m sorry if you didn’t want us to know about this.

Of course, you should have known that Olivia was going to tell everyone that. She was also probably opening her mouth about so much other stuff.

Y/n: Well fuck. This sucks.

Corpse: Hey, don’t worry about it. No one is judging you for this, but we are wondering how you manage to handle her.

A soft giggle left your mouth.

Y/n: It’s not easy. I mean sure I’m the older sister, but she acts like the queen around here.

Corpse: Damn. Here we go again. Your sister is trying to start some drama.

Hearing this, you realized you had to do something about this. There was no way you could let her sit there and continue to mouth off about you or anyone else in her life.

Y/n: Brace yourself, I’m about to ruin her stream.

Corpse: Good luck!

It was time to put her in her place, you got up and headed to the utility closet by the front door of the apartment. The fuse box was located there. You opened it and found the switch for her office and clicked it off. It was half a second before a loud scream was heard.

In less than thirty seconds she was running out of the office with a livid look upon her face. “What the fuck have you done?” She screamed while stomping up to you.

“I heard you were talking shit about me and decided to end it.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“I can say whatever I want. The group was enjoying it.” She tried to act smug.

You laughed in her face. “Do you ever not lie?”

“Do you ever stop being a bitter bitch?” The anger was clear, but you didn’t care.

“Oh fuck off. You were annoying them with your ridiculous bullshit. I completely saved your ass from making a fool of yourself.”

“I fucking hate you!” She stepped up to you. “I’m kicking you out. Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my apartment.” The look on her face, showed she was serious about this.

“Fine.” Was all you said before you turned around and went back to your room, well your former room now. Pulling some bags out, you stuffed some clothes and important items into them. Once filled, you pulled on shoes and made sure you had what you needed until you could come get the rest of your stuff. Currently, you didn’t know how to feel about any of this, but you did need to get away from her.

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Kinktober D9: Listen Closely - Felix

Pairing: Felix x f!Reader

Warnings: Sensory play/deprivation, dom! Felix, like I’d say he gets a bit feral in this....., overstimulation, brat taming, bondage, Felix is just straight up a little shit in this, teasing, sex toys, sir kink (just to mix things up), angry sex? (kinda he’s a little pissed at the brattiness, but he also loves it so...take that however you want), Felix calls the reader kitten, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation, spanking,mentions of squirting, implied sex (once again I gotta be a little shit and stop before we get to the good part, I’m just in a mood rn I guess).

Word Count:2,042

Tag List: @hyunsungcore

You’d been caught red handed too many times at this point and you knew there would be consequences for it. If Felix wasn’t intending to intervene yet though, then it didn’t really matter to you. You planned on wholly misbehaving until Felix actually took action. Though there was an eerie amount of patience being displayed by Felix, not usually one to show restraint for so long, especially when you were misbehaving. Yet after two weeks of finding you touching yourself while listening to his voice through your phone, he hadn’t touched you at all. At least not other than chase kisses and some cuddling, and you’d fucking had it. You were ready to resort to begging if necessary, prepared for any punishment of his. You just couldn’t do without him any longer. Which is how you ended up in this position, with a vibrator between your legs and a playlist you made of Felix’s deep voice filling the room....again, just like every night this week. When you finally tore your eyes open again they met Felix’s figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk.

“How did I guess that this would be what I found when I came home?” Felix’s tone is teasing as he moves to walk over to the foot of the bed for a closer look now that he knows you caught him staring.

“Hm...I have no idea.” You retort coyly before getting your own smirk as you decide to taunt back, “I’m gonna guess that you’re going to run off to the studio for some made up work now though, just like you did every other night. Let me guess...you’re afraid you can’t satisfy me as well as some little toy can sir?”

The way Felix’s face scrunched and eyes closed as he tried to control himself brought you more satisfaction than you expected. It was good to know the amount of control you still had over him though, especially when you decided to push his limits by condescendingly using the honorific he liked so much. When Felix finally meets your gaze again his eyes have darkened with lust and just enough anger that you knew there was no way he was going to leave you to get away with that tonight, which was exactly what you were hoping for.

Felix chuckles, “You know I’ve noticed how you seem to love getting off to my voice kitten. So every time that I left for the studio because of your little stunts it was to work on a special part of your punishment. Lucky for you I just finished it and brought it home though.”

You brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, “You worked on something there alone?”

Felix nods with another deep laugh, “I did, didn’t think you’d want other people hearing what I made just for you.....told the guys I wanted to play around with some things for experience.”

“Think they bought it?” You raise a brow knowing how hard it was to get away with stuff around the guys.

“For the most part, there was a little slip and someone may have found one of the clips I recorded..” Felix admits with a soft shrug, not too bothered by it.

“Let me guess....Chris?” You laughs a little as he nods in answer, “Well show me what you did then.”

Felix licks his lips, “Oh I intend to kitten, but first...what was that you said about me thinking I couldn’t satisfy you as good as some toy?...Maybe we should put that to the test tonight too? Only I’m in control now.”

Felix snatches the vibrator out of your hands before you can argue and turns it off laying it aside, before going to the bedside table to get out some black ties. Your hands tied to the bed above your head first before moving down to your feet and tapping your ankles, urging you to spread your legs for him next. Tying each to one side of the bed, keeping you spread open for him. You can only watch as he settles the vibrator between your legs again, someplace he knows it will sit no matter what, before he’s pulling out headphones to place near the one remaining tie.

“I think we should give the vibrator the best chance possible, don’t you?” Felix mocks slightly, “Make it so you imagine it’s me making you feel that good. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Sir, I just want you.” You counter whimpering softly only for Felix to tsk you softly.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have misbehaved so much kitten, you wanna be a little brat? Then I’ll treat you like a little fucking brat.” Felix growls out at you before he’s tying the remaining fabric around your eyes, the headphones next. Felix pressing play the same time he click the vibrator on low.

“My little kitten thinks she’s so smart huh? Touching herself to the sound of my voice like it’s gonna get you something, well every time I find you like that this is what you’re gonna get kitten....you get to hear me touching myself to the thought of you instead of getting what you actually want.”

Felix’s deep voice was already fucking with you through the speakers and then he had to go and add this to it. His deep moans and the way he’d grunt out little desires that filled his head as he got himself off through the headphones, about how sore he’d be sure to make your ass, how he’d manhandle you so easily due to how desperate you’d be just to cum around his cock, the way he’d feel stretching you out again. All of it almost unbearable at this point, having your vision cut off and the audio he recorded playing for you letting your mind run wild. Imagining him recording it while touching himself, then thinking about each of the things his smoky voice reminded you of or gave you thoughts about suddenly, until you had a small realization. You’d never seen Felix leave you like this....and you knew it he was at least within earshot in case a safe word was used. He heard each sound that left your mouth, even if you barely could in your current state and more likely than not he was watching and getting off to you right now too. You came once to the sound of him cumming, a low growly moan filling your senses. You weren’t done yet though as Felix moves to turn the vibrator up to the next level, as the audio kept going.

“Really kitten? Two days in a row? You’re gonna be that much of a little brat? And here I thought I’d trained you better than that. Oh well....I guess I’ll just be cumming in my hand instead of your tight little cunt again, and you won’t even be able to have a taste.”

Felix drank in your whines, not caring if it was from his taunting in the audio or from the overstimulation that the vibrator was putting you through. You’d challenged him and now you’d have to pay the price for it. You barely made it through the second recording, not without cumming twice more though. Felix turning the toy down again and gently rubbing over your quaking thighs, showing a small bit of mercy knowing you still had three more recordings to get through.

“Well day three hmm? Maybe I should have stuck around longer, could have counted up all your pretty little moans. Given you a spanking for each one. I’m sure you find this a lot more fun though, don’t you kitten? Unless....you’re ready to admit how much you love when I spank your pretty ass?”

You feel the way your slick spreads making even more of a mess out of you and the sheets, knowing Felix knew just how much you loved spankings even if you wouldn’t fess up to that. That’s also how you recognized the fact that he mentioned the spankings on purpose. If he wanted to play though, you’d play.

“Are you counting my moans now sir? Is it gonna earn my a good spanking?” You mock, earning you a swift slap to your thigh in warning. Nothing too painful, just a little tingling sting to remind you who was in control right now. Felix rewarding the moan you make in reaction to it by turning the vibrator up a few settings. The toy drawing two more orgasms from you before the third day was done, there were two days left before you’d actually get what you wanted all week and yet Felix had already brought you to your climax five times, making you more and more sensitive.

“Have you really not caught on to the fact that I have something big planned or are you just trying to rile me up more and more kitten?....you’ll learn after this experience pretty kitty, you’ll come crawling to me every time that desperate little pussy gets wet. At the very least you’ll know not to break this rule again....unless you want me to break you kitten.”

The growl building in Felix’s raspy voice only grows with each recording as he get more and more pissed off by your bratty disobedience and refusal to ask for what you want. Well that coupled with the fact that each day his hand was less and less satisfying compared to what he knew he’s left back at home. Your soaked cunt and bratty attitude, the one that makes him want to fuck you through the mattress every time it decides to make an appearance. Felix’s patience only winning out due to the fact that he knew how rewarding it would be punish you like he was right now. A perfect build up to what both of you had been anticipating all week long, coming down from your sixth high as the fifth recording finally begins.

“You’re about to be a very lucky kitty. I have a feeling I get the same welcome home tomorrow as I got all week, but I’m still going to give you what you want kitten. Only if you take you punishment like a good girl though, if not....well than maybe we’ll have to play this game a little longer....when you finally decide to behave for me though. Remember to thank sir for everything he so generously gave you kitten.”

Your relieve at finally being onto the final day is short lived though as Felix turns the vibrator all the way up now, wanting to push you over the edge as many times as he could before that final recording was over. Achieving three, before the day was over and he’s turning the vibrator off. Easing you back to reality one thing at a time; the vibrator first, then removing the headphones to whisper a few soft praises to you as he unties the blindfold. Next comes the blindfold, followed by him carefully untying you from the bed. His hands gently soothing over your form.

“You did so well kitten, made such a pretty little mess of yourself all for me.” Felix’s voice is still deep with lust, but its a little softer for the moment, “Still want the reward I promised you kitten?”

“Don’t tell me you actually think I’m going to call it a night before we even get started.” You lick your lips smirking softly as your eyes rake over his form. While watching you he’d stripped to stroke himself, the tip of his cock an angry red and leaking precum, the rest slicked with a mix of his arousal and spit.

“I see there’s still some of that bratty mouth left kitten.” Felix chuckles eyes darkening again as his hands grips your hips.

“There certainly is sir. Why don’t you show my what you’re gonna do about it.” You taunt only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees before you realize what’s even happening. Felix leaning forward, lips brushing your ear and cock flush against your ass, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I guess it’s a good thing that I really did count all your moans tonight kitten, your ass will have a lot to be grateful for and besides that....I wanna see you squirt before I'm through with you.”

#kinktober #felix onshot #felix smut #stray kids oneshot #stray kids smut

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adhd-demetri · 3 years

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Caregiver!Felix x Age regressing/dreaming!Reader

Suggested by: @vampires-lullaby

Note: this story is NOT for k1nksters! please keep your k1nks to yourself!

Playgrounds and the sniffles

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It was a lovely autumn evening. The crisp cool air outside swirled around with the leaves. The chilly air making it's way into your room gave you a sense of comfort. It was finally autumn!

You had your stuffie wrapped tightly in your arms as you watched from your window. You could feel yourself slipping into your baby like state of mind. Thankfully you were with your caregiver Felix so you felt safe.

You scooted away from the window and started to play with your little stuffie on a colorful foam mat that had letters and numbers on it. You heard the door to your room open and you looked up to see your caregiver.

"Hey little one. Playing with your stuffed animal?" He asked leaning down and picking you up. Thanks to his strength, he was able to pick you up without trouble. You loved it when he picked you up, it made you feel even smaller than you were if that was even possible!

You nodded.

"It's a bit cold out but you've been cooped up in here since morning. Would you like to go to a park and play?" Your eyes lit up and you ferociously shook your head yes. You loved the park!

You loved to play on the swing sets and the slides! You tried to climb the monkey bars before on your own but Felix refused to let you.

"Alright little one, but first you have to put on some warmer clothes. You cannot go running around in those. Especially since it'll make your cold worse." You didn't understand what the big deal was! It was just a short sleeved shirt and shorts? How cold could it be outside?

You opened your mouth to protest but a stern look from him made you shut it quickly.

You grumbled but gave in anyway. Felix sat you back down and you ran to your closet. You pulled out a long sleeve shirt with some shorts to go with it. On the middle of the shirt was your favorite cartoon character and the shorts would match perfectly with it!

" No no no little one! Not that. It's to cold for shorts. The shirt is fine though." You pouted and stomped your foot angrily. You wanted to wear the shorts! They made it easy to move around the playground and you wanted to match too!

"(Y/n)! Unless you want to sit in the time out corner I would suggest you lose your attitude."

You could feel yourself becoming angry. You could feel warm tears begin to trickle as you puckered your lip. A tantrum in the making?

Felix sighed. He knew he'd regret this decision later but if it meant keeping you from throwing a tantrum then so be it.

"Alright fine, but you will end up getting sick though. So don't say I didn't warn you little one." He said to you as he pulled on his cloak and gloves.

You quickly threw on your clothes while Felix found your shoes and a pair of thick socks. You couldn't wait to play! You were going to bring your stuffie too so you can play with them on the slides!

Once everything was ready, Felix snatched you up and out you both went.

The air swirled around you. You could feel the coldness tickle your cheeks as you both sped towards the playground.

Once there, he let you down and you scrambled to the swing. Felix of course was right behind you.

You grabbed onto his cloak and gave it a gentle tug. He looked down at you and you pointed to the brightly colored swings.

"Do you want me to push you on the swings?"

"Please?"

"Alright come on. Pick which swing you want!" He said while you led him over to them.

You picked out the perfect one! Your feet barely touched the ground and it was one of the more comfortable swings as well.

You got yourself all snug. You could feel the swing being pulled back and the sudden whoosh of cool air around you. Felix pushed you as you glided through the air higher and higher.

"Felix can I jump and you catch me? Please?!!" You asked.

Felix thought for a moment.

"Yes. On the count of 3 your going to jump. Ok?"

"1"

"2"

"3!"

You jumped off the swing and landed directly into his arms. You laughed with joy as he then spun your around in his arms like a toddler before setting you on the ground.

"I wanna go on the slide!" You exclaimed while jumping up and down excitedly.

"Tell you what. Normally I'd follow you because your a little danger magnet. But if you listen to me, then I'll let you play by yourself today. Sound like a deal?"

"Yes!"

"Alright now listen close. You cannot run because its starting to sprinkle. The bigger slides and playsets are off limits. And do not go on the monkey bars. Remember what happened last time?" He said sternly with his arms crossed.

Last time you played on the monkey bars, you slipped off one and hurt your knee badly. Luckily Felix had a small first aid kit hidden in his cloak. He had cleaned off your knee and fixed it up with him giving it a little kiss to make it feel better.

You shook your head yes. He smiled, pleased with your answer. He walked over to the bench near the edge of the playground while pulling out a book from his cloak and sat down.

You took off to the brightly colored spiral slide. It was your favorite slide because it went the fastest out of all of them!

You managed to get up the slide and you let your little stuffie go down first. They slid down the slide and you followed after them! You could feel the cold and slightly wet air against your face as you went down the spiral slide.

You repeated this until your eyes landed on the monkey bars. You know you shouldn't play on them but sometimes rules were meant to be broken right? You'd make sure you didn't hurt yourself like last time!

You giggled as your got to your stuffie and took off to the monkey bars. You quickly peaked over to your caregiver. He was more into his book than he was you at the moment.

Good!

You stretched out your arms and jumped onto the first bar as soon as you got up the steps. So far so good!

You could see a rather deep puddle below the middle. It did scare you for a moment but you knew you could make it across without falling in!

You swung back and forth then grabbed onto the other bar. You continued this little pattern with determination.

You got to the middle when your nose started to run. Your fingers were starting to hurt and lose their grip when you let out a sneeze. You managed to hold on somehow, which was a relief for you.

Quickly you swung yourself to the next bar only to sneeze again. The sprinkling of rain didn't help you either as your hands slipped from the bar and plummeted straight into the ice cold water!

You coughed and spat out the icy cold water as you were being pulled out of the deep puddle by Felix.

"Sorry to cut playtime in half but we have to get you back NOW" Felix said sounding rather aggravated. You whimpered feeling really bad about disobeying him.

He simply sighed. Felix pulled off his cloak and wrapped you up in it with only your face sticking out from the hood. He forced your head into his shoulder as he sped off.

He snatched your stuffie too as he passed by the spot where you left them, which you were grateful for. You would be heart broken if he left your mini friend.

The trip home was so cold you could hear your own teeth chattering together as your caregiver ran back.

It didn't take long for you guys to get home. By the time you got there, you were having horrible coughing fits.

Your cold have finally flared up tenfold and it was making you very cranky.

Maybe you should've listened to Felix about wearing warmer clothes after all and stayed off the monkey bars.

Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and under a pile of thick warm blankets with your stuffie tucked safely in your arms.

Felix had stripped you of your wet clothes and was now running to grab cough medicine.

"Hang on, I'm gonna get you some cough medicine. Your coughing way to hard. Also sounds like you've got mucous in your chest too."

You simply nodded and snuggled yourself under the covers. Before you knew it, Felix was in front of you with that horrid liquid and a spoon.

You instinctively hid your mouth under the covers as he poured the thick nasty stuff into the spoon. He seemed to have seen that too. He thought of a way to lighten the mood. Then it struck him!

"Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way this time?" He asked as he smiled down at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Nuh! Gross!" You whined.

"Ah so hard way it is!" Felix's smile turned into a smirk as he disappeared from your view.

You quickly realized that this meant something horrible! Before you could act, your covers were suddenly gone.

You felt his hands suddenly ticking you like crazy! You let out a squeak as you tossed and turned trying to escape him but to no avail. You laughed and squirmed under his merciless hands.

He stopped suddenly while you gasped for air.

"Gonna take your medicine now or do I have to tickle you again my little one? Choose wisley." He said while playfully teasing you with the spoon by hovering it over your head. His other hand resting on your belly, ready to go again if you decided to fight with him.

You pouted once you realised you wouldn't be able to handle another tickling attack.

"Fine." You said angrily while crossing your arms. He gave you a gentle head pat and you gulped down the nasty stuff. It tasted gross and felt even worse going down! Yuck!

You scrunched up your face which didn't go unnoticed by Felix. You looked up at him, he had a rather devilish smirk on his own face as he watched your expressions. You knew he liked to torment you in small ways and got a little kick out of it too. This one definitely one of those times.

You stuck your tongue out at him which only made him chuckle.

"Don't worry. I'll get you something to wash that down. Which one would you like? Your favorite sippy cup or baby bottle? I also have those kiddie cups with your favorite cartoon characters on it if you'd like that instead?" He asked you while covering you back up with the blankets.

"(Baba/sippy/cup)!"

"Alright and what do you want to drink?"

"(Favorite drink)!"

"Now you sit tight and don't move to much ok? Can't risk my little one getting an ouchie while sick." He said before disappearing again.

Before you knew it, he was back again with your drink which you happily took. It seemed to sooth the icky feeling in your throat.

Felix scooted you over on the king size bed and hopped in himself. His arms snaked around your mid section and he pulled you close to him. You felt safe.

"I think you've had a bit to much excitement today. Considering you disobeyed me and got yourself even sicker than before. I'll let it slide this time since you need to rest."

You simply nodded feeling your eyes grow heavy. The blankets with his combined grip seemed to sooth you greatly. You still coughed here and there but not as bad as before.

Turning over, you snuggled yourself into his chest as his arms shifted and pulled you tightly to him. You felt something rubbery poke at your mouth. Instinctively you open your mouth and in pops your pacifier Felix had gotten you.

Felix started to hum a little lullaby and before you knew it, you fell asleep.

#twilight renaissance #twilight saga #the twilight saga #felix volturi #felix volturi x reader #agere #agedre #age regression #age dreaming

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ch4nb4ng · 4 years

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the look on his face and in eyes was indescribable. It was the softest, most peaceful look you had ever seen. Letting his finger travel through the maze of your dishevelled hair, opening his lips, letting his eyes close as they brushed against your neck, a fire igniting deep in your flesh.

“y/n,” felix whispered, wrapping his arms around your torso. You had reached this point before, but things usually came to a halt. He was always nervous and hesitant. Felix knew you were experienced. you knew what you were doing, he didn’t. Quickly withdrawing his hands, a lash of concern covered your features. You brought a hand to the heated flesh on his cheeks.

“Of course, like i always say, I want you to be comfortable and there is no rush.”

your lips brushed across your skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Giving you one last kiss, he began to panic. Unsure what to do, his eyes widened, pressing a finger to your lips.

“felix what are you-”

“I want more.”

Moving closer, you could feel his body becoming tense underneath you. Foreheads touching, he sucked in and swallowed a breath.

“I. Want. More.”

he wanted to laugh. Hide himself. his embarrassment was at its peak. Your hand still stuck on his cheek, you began to move your thumb, gently brushing across his skin once more.

“are you sure,” you questioned once more. Unlocking your legs, you laid him down, grabbing his arms and placing them on yours sides, letting him sink into the mattress, “because once we start, I won't be able to control myself.”

your words made him terrified. He had never heard you be so direct and demanding. It was scary, yet the arousal inside of him began to stir. Saying nothing, you reconnected your lips, letting his hands explore your body as the heat in the room continued to increase. Sucking on his bottom lip, you smiled against him, hearing the faint vocal of your name passing from his lips. Disconnecting from you, he sat up, ripping off his shirt. Mesmerised by his slim but well toned figure, you paused, placing your hands on his chest. Bringing your lips to his jaw, you smiled against him, enjoying his little coos at the foreign feeling he was experiencing. Starting to leave a trail to his ear, passing his neck and down to his chest, you paused, Felix’s grip suddenly on your shoulder. you could feel it. It was a touch of concern, he looked clouded.

“Is something wrong?”

“i don't know what i'm doing,” he blurted out, soon covering his face. Sympathy filled you, heart feeling heavy. You knew he was unsure, but it didn’t bother you.

“i just,” he paused, running a frustrated hand through his scalp. you could see the hundreds of scattered thoughts travelling around his brain at a speed that was beginning to overwhelm him. Slipping out from underneath him, you rushed to him from behind, pulling him into a warm embrace. Resting your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his delicate torso, your heart beamed, feeling his cheeks turn upwards from the smile covering his face.

“Felix do you trust me?”

“Of course i d-”

“Then lie down for me okay?”

You were now on top, hovering over him. You could feel all the muscles in his body begin to relax. You knew what he was trying to say, he just didn’t know how to. Unbuttoning your shirt, felix gasped, noticing nothing on underneath. He looked away, feeling guilty, like his mom caught him doing something he shouldn’t. It made you giggle, he really was the purest boy you knew.

“Felix it’s okay,” you whispered, “do you want to touch them?”

His gaze slowly began to linger back to you, making him blush. He was too sweet for his own good.Grabbing his wrist, you opened his palm, giving each a small peck.

“May I?”

He nodded, placing them on each breast. A muffled groan escaped your lips. You didn’t want to scare him. He was still getting used to this. You wanted him to take his time. Pressing your body against him, he groaned, the feeling of your chest pressed up against him was making him hard. You could feel it against your thigh, a sharp exhale leaving your body. Felix’s eyes softly shut, getting used to the feeling of your lips down his neck. Hands roaming up and down his chest, you smiled, starstruck by the little things that made him go crazy. He grabbed the back of your head, pushing his lips back against yours. You could feel his hips, instinctively pushing up into you, making your giggle. “So eager,” you whispered against his lips. You were controlling every fibre in your body to hold yourself back. Felix was so attractive, you just wanted to jump him. There were so many ways you thought about taking him, the fantasies were sometimes all you thought about. But you pushed your selfishness to the side for the moment.

“y/n,” he panted, out of breath from the heating temperature of your lips on his.

“Tell me what you want baby,” you whispered, creeping down his body, leaving a wet trail on every inch of his exposed skin. You took his hands, vigorously tangling them through your hair as a sign of approval. Lips hitting the waistband of his sweatpants, he looked up at you. His Nerves still present, but less intense. They were beginning to dissipate.

“I want you to, to, to-”

“What is it baby,” you cooed, softly placing a hand over his aching member. You could feel the pulsation coming from his veins. He was becoming desperate for your touch, unraveling right in front of you. Lust radiating off of his skin, “tell me what you want i'm all yours.”

“I want you to suck me off.”

His directness made the temperature in your face rise. Nonetheless, you were willing to do whatever he wanted. This was his time. Lips ghosting his clothed length, he chuckled, embarrassed at how his legs jolted in pleasure. Felix’s impatience began to grow at your nonchalant attitude towards the hem of his boxers. You watched, mouth slightly watering at not only how big he was, but the way his whole body felt free, cock slowly springing from its cage as you peeled his underwear back. You gasped, you didn’t expect him to be like this.

“Is something wrong,” felix sat up, panic climbing it’s way back to him, “why did you gasp?”

“Shh baby,” you hushed, grabbing the base of his cock, “you have such a nice cock Felix.”

Throwing his head back, he was laying down again. Captivated by the king stripe you licked on the underside of him. His legs jolted once more at the new feeling, but he wasn’t complaining. He had been thinking about this for ages. Your tongue began to melt into him, effortlessly wrapping your lips around his tip, tongue tracing his leaking tip. You hummed in approval, the saltiness of his precum hypnotising. Felix groaned at the feeling, hands scrunching the bed sheets and your tongue steadily navigated its way to the base of him.

“God y/n,” felix grumbled, followed by a choked moan. His eyes were screwed shut. He was losing all his senses. like they were all disappearing. All he could focus on was the way you took all of his length, sloppily yet happily wrapping your tongue around him, collecting of his juices. Needing a break, you took him out of our mouth, heavily panting. Spitting on his cock drove him mad. Using your hands, you kept one wrapped around the base, the other beginning to massage his balls. The deep moan escaping felix’s lips made your core throb. His voice was always something that drew you to him.

“Felix pull my hair,” you grunted, trying to catch your breath, “pull my hair and tell me how much you like the way i suck your cock.”

“But won’t that hurt you?”

“No,” you chuckled, “please pull my hair, I'm begging you. Use me however you like”

Sitting up, his eyes were open, but completely spaced out. Hesitantly, felix let his fingertips become tangled in your curls. It came to your surprise when he began to tug, just like a natural. A moan left your chest, vibrating throughout felix’s body. Sensory overload was slowly but surely taking over him, hips uncontrollably beginning to jerk into your hand. The motivation in you was rising. You wanted nothing but to make felix a complete mess. Make him putty in your hands.

“Fuck,” felix spilled out, “that feels so good.” You heart beamed, impressed at how felix was finally using his words. You could feel him, he was close. His hands left your hair, propping himself on his elbows as his hips lifted off the edge of your bed, pushing himself fully into your mouth and down your throat, making you slightly gag. You weren’t complaining tho, you enjoyed the feeling. Feeling his thick cock fill you up completely. You looked up at him, face completely contorted, mouth open wide. You giggled, feeling his cock twitch against your tongue.

“y/n stop, stop im gonna-”

An elongated moan left his lips at his release, happily spilling his load straight down your throat, pulling him out to let him coat your lips. Your eyes closed swiftly, enjoying the endless amount of cum dripping from Felix’s excited cock. Saying nothing, you lifted yourself up, pressing your chest against his. Pressing a kiss to his lips, you smiled in awe at the longing look of shock covering his features. He rubbed his lips together, confused at the taste of himself. Running a hand through his hair, you grinned, an onset of admiration flowing through your body at his purity.

“How was that baby?”

He snickered in embarrassment, blush shadowing his cheeks. He couldn’t help it. Wrapping his hands around your hips, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Without warning, he flipped your around, body now encompassing you, a sharp inhale coming from you. “That was so good,” he paused, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “but,” he paused once more, pressing a kiss to your neck, “but things need to change.”

The dampness off your panties caught you off guard, especially at the way his fingertips glossed over your stickiness. You felt yourself relax, giving yourself to him. An uncontrollable whimper left your lips. His domination was something you weren’t used to, but you weren’t complaining. You could feel his fingertips pressing into your hips bones, burning holes into you. Things were getting hot. Wrapping your hand around his neck, felix chuckled, slowly making his way down to your stomach.

“Such a copycat,” you mumbled, causing felix’s head to snap.

“What did you say?”

His look sent a streak of fear through you. It was something you had never seen on felix before. The sweet, pleasant feeling was leaving, his dark, lustful alter ego making an appearance. Crawling back up to your body, he sadistically smiled, wrapping his eager hand around your neck.

“copycat? I'm a copycat, hmph, interesting.”

Standing up,you could see the intensity pressing felix’s features. He wasn’t playing games anymore. He ripped your panties off, pushing your legs up to your head. Biting down on your lip, you were completely taken aback, he could see it on your face. Quickly pumping himself, he was eager, but he didn’t want you to know. God you wanted him, bad. You knew things would lead to this, but the way you pictured things to go was not like this. Pushing a finger to your clit, your body jolted forward. A deep chuckle emerged from Felix's chest as he watched you, completely and utterly hypnotized by his touch.

“Felix please,”

“What is it baby, use your words.”

“Just fuck me, please.”

A smirk played on his lips. Adjusting himself with your entrance, your body froze, focusing on the way his cock could barely fit inside of you. A whine left you, a deep groan left him as he stretched your out, you mind in complete disarray. Felix’s body froze too, the feeling already overpowering his senses. He started at a painfully slow pace. Hovering over you, one hand pressed into his mattress, the other spread across the left side of your head, lips brushing against your cheek. His excessive touch made every part of you tingle, sensory overload already washing over you. Hands digging into Felix’s back, he smiled, taking that as a sign of encouragement. Picking up his speed, your body jerked. You couldn't stay still. Bodies squeezed tightly, felix groaned.

“god i love the feeling of your tits on me baby.

“You have, such a,” you paused, running out of breath, “dirty mouth.”

“Wait is that okay?”

You giggled, burrowing your head in his chest. Grabbing his chin, you gave him a quick peck, “of course baby, i love it when you talk dirty.”

His bottom lip was in between his teeth, loving the playful smirk the left his face and travelled to yours. Creeping to your ear, you could feel your body shiver, lips nudging at your lobe, he began to whisper, “you like when i fill you up with my cock then, huh?” A loud moan left your lips, his tone of voice making you clench around him. His vocal cords betrayed him shortly after. He knew your clenching would be his downfall.

“Fuck felix,” you hissed. He sat up, thrusting at a different angle, “right there that feels so good.”

“Tell me,” he grumbled, “tell me how good you feel under me y/n.”

“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” you cried, how pathetic, “i love the way you fucking fill me, it’s all i’ll be thinking about, forever.”

“That’s what i like to fucking hear baby.”

Closing the gap between your bodies once more, Felix growed, licking a stripe between your breasts. Taking one in his hand, he began to pinch, chest automatically arching off its surface. “God you're so sensitive aren’t you?”

“Only for your felix,” you moaned, sending a physical shiver down felix’s body. His pace was quickening, thrusts becoming a little sloppy. You clenched around him again, waiting for the string of curse words to slip from his mouth. Your body was becoming numb. You could feel your orgasm coming. Clinging onto Felix's hair, your began to shake. His groans were getting louder and louder, nothing but music to your ears as your muscles began to reflexively tense up, knot building in the pit of your stomach.

“Felix are you close?”

“I’m so close y/n,” he whined, regular softness coming back into view, “i want to cum.”

“Felix,’ you moaned, hands roaming his now scratchy back. You continued to repeat his name over and over, a small groan leaving his lips every time.

“God I love when you say my name like that.”

“Felix, I'm gonna cum,” you whined, moving yourself against his cock to add to the intense friction that was your impending doom. He pushed the now damp hair off his face, letting the sunshine from the window glimmer on the tiny beads of sweat fulfilling his skin. The way his cock twitched inside of you sent your over the edge, clenching around him multiple times, but that didn’t stop him.

“Fuck!” you cried out loud, brain mentally frying at how mindblowing your orgasm was. Seeing stars in your visions was new. Overstimulation was something you had never experienced before. Pleasure mixed with the pain as your legs began to heavily shake. He brought a finger down, messily playing with your clit. Pulling onto felix’s hair, he whimpered, pulling himself out and dumping his seed on you, a warm sensation travelling to your stomach.

Felix’s body collapsed against yours. You both said nothing, instead lying on top of each other, heavy breathing replacing the lewd sound of skin clapping and activities that had just taken place. You began to giggle, turning to felix and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. You ruffled his hair, making him unable to do anything but smile.

“How was that?”

“It was,” he paused, wide eyed, “amazing, thank you. I knew I could trust you.”

“Hey,” you beamed, “what are best friends for?”

#idk what happened #it started soft and then it turned into this #anyways #felix #lee felix #felix smut #lee felix smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids fic #kpop #kpop smut #kpop fic #felix x reader

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mcheang · 4 years

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What about using the song the other side from the greatest show man as a story base. Like Felix/Chloe or someone else says to join them on the otherside. Cause her cage was her kindness that everyone took advantage of from friends to school officials(Bustier) and she was loaded with extra work that she didn't even get a thank you for. The other side is where she can be herself, be able to say no and the ones on this side understand that and like her for her and not her abilities or connections.

Rough draft.

Other side

It was ridiculous, Chloé thought. As the class fawned over Lila, they just kept excluding Marinette (who didn’t want to be near Lila) and still expected her to do things for them.

True, Chloé wasn’t fond of Dupain-Cheng, but she threw party for her and helped her reunite with her mother. Whereas Lila just got Chloé officially fired, and her saccharine attitude was even worse than baker girl.

It was weird. The class orbited around Lila while Chloé and Sabrina were seen as non-friends, and Marinette was sitting alone and stressed.

Granted, Adrikins didn’t want to hang out with Lila either but his presence distracted Marinette from her work. So he stuck by his first friend instead and frowned at the class.

After hearing from Chloé about how Sabrina got akumatized, Adrien admitted Lila was lying, since apparently her lies do cause akumatizations anyway.

Chloé was disappointed in Adrikins but unsurprised. He wasn’t one to stand up to people.

Adrien suggested exposing Lila right then and there. Except Marinette would be dismissed as jealous, Chloé as a spiteful bully, Sabrina as her lackey, and Adrien as a naive and sheltered kid. Ok, maybe there was a grain of truth in that, but it was not a good idea for them to expose Lila, at least not yet.

Still...it was depressing seeing Dupain-Cheng like that.

I put the offer out.

Chloé offered Marinette an olive branch. They could be friends, but honestly, Marinette had better grow a spine.

And if it’s crazy, live a little crazy

Even if Adrien wanted Marinette and Chloé to be friends, Marinette was skeptical. But it’s not like her current friends were making her happy either. Quite the opposite. Hell, why not? Marinette was tired of being lonely, Ms Bustier keeps telling her to give Chloé a chance, and honestly, she’d take Chloé over Lila any day.

you can do like me

Stay in the cage or you’ll finally take the key

Marinette firmly but politely apologized but she is too stressed and will not be able to do her friends’ requests after all.

And of course they are upset but they understand.

Lila tries to rile them up and claim that Chloé is being a bad influence but Marinette is done letting Lila do the talking.

Marinette: excuse you, but i actually have paying customers and class president work to do. A fact Alya can back me up on.

Alya: it’s true.

Marinette: but since you are so worried and you have so much connections you would love to introduce my friends to, why don’t you all just let Lila handle it from now on?

Lila: I can’t right now. They are all so busy.

Marinette: then quit whining, especially since everyone is ok about it.

Lila: why are you being so mean to me?

Marinette; because I don’t like liars, duh. We’ve already settled this.

The class decides to separate the 2, most comforting Lila while Alya apologizes for not seeing how overworked Marinette was, and attributing the new salty Marinette a result from said stress.

With Marinette more relaxed, the class is more busy to pay as much attention to Lila. How annoying.

Marinette was doing better but she could be doing more. Chloé wants her to accept Audrey’s internship, especially since it is based in New York.

But Marinette is wary of Audrey’s attitude as a boss, and worried it will be like the a Devil Wearing Prada. She is going fine on her website. Does she really want to be kept on her toes trying to appease Audrey?

She was doing fine. She didn’t need to see the other side.

Chloé raised a judgmental eyebrow. “You want to spend your life doing website commissions when you have the chance to become global? True success requires hard work. What was that Chinese proverb Adrikins said? Eat bitter, taste sweet?”

Marinette retorted, “and what if my attitude changes? No offense but Audrey and Gabriel are known for their harsh personalities.”

Chloé: but you would actually be living a dream, not this watered down consolation prize! It’s your choice. My mum’s patience has her limits. Don’t think think that everything will just be waiting for you to give it a second look. You have to seize the offer while it’s hot before someone else does!

Marinette: well, it’s intriguing but appeasing your mother would be a massive challenge. What’s my wage and percentage?

Marinette accepted the deal and underwent a lot of hardships just to see her own line walking down the runway at fashion week.

As Chloé and Marinette walked into the room and found their seats, the lights flashed and Adrien was there congratulating her before Nathalie tugged him away to get ready for the show.

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peterhen · 3 years

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Emotions ||felinette 🤪

When he had first met Ladybug, he had despised her. He hated the idea of an entire city idolising someone who seemed to be a teenager, and to make it worse everyone treated her like she could do no wrong. But, the more he observed Ladybug and everything that she did, he realised that she wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought. His feelings for her changed, but not enough to change his mind completely. It still seemed rash to hand so much responsibility to someone his age.

There was a small part of him that admired her, even if it was begrudgingly. Felix could recognise that she had a lot resting on her shoulders, and she managed to handle it fairly well. He didn’t know how well she coped with it when the suit was gone, but he didn’t spend enough time theorising about Ladybug’s identity to worry about his lack of knowledge.

On the other hand, he absolutely despised Marinette. Always had and was certain he always would. Something about her almost constant bubbly nature got under his skin. Somehow, in the time he had been forced to attend his cousin’s school, he had only seen her look sad once or twice, even when dealing with Lila. Even though it shouldn’t, it bothered Felix, despite not knowing her identity.

Which is why he was counting down the days until he could return to his school, where he belonged. It was bad enough that he had to be stuck visiting his cousin and unpleasant uncle for nearly two months but having to attend College Francois Dupont was the icing on the cake. Felix didn’t think there was much else in his life that was worse than dealing with Adrien’s friends.

Of course, they seemed to share the sentiment. No one wanted to talk to him after the stunt he pulled the first time he met them, but that didn’t bother Felix in the slightest. He preferred to be left alone and have some peace and quiet for once.

It was this wish for calm that led to Felix sitting in a janitor’s closet, reading. It seemed to be the only place he could get the privacy he wanted. Not even Lila bothered him in here, despite trying so hard to get him to believe everything she said. He had found a place to be alone.

Or so he thought, until the door burst open and Ladybug ran into the room. She slammed the door as her transformation released, the room being lit up bright pink. Felix covered his eyes with his book and waited. Surely, Ladybug would have noticed he was sitting at the back of the closet, right? The defender of Paris couldn’t be that unobservant, especially not from the way she created plans to fight akumas. And yet, she didn’t say anything.

The closet door opened again as Felix moved the book from his eyes. Even though he didn’t care much about Ladybug’s identity, his curiosity got the better of him. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, and he wouldn’t tell anyone. Everyone interested in Ladybug’s identity annoyed Felix to no end.

As Ladybug left the closet again, Felix caught sight of two pigtails and small purse. His eyes widened as he connected the pieces. The only person that wore pigtails and had a custom bag with flower and the letter ‘m’ was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Felix was conflicted. On one hand, he admired Ladybug for managing to fight akumas consistently and efficiently. On the other, he despised Marinette and every positive bone in her body. But they were the same person. How were they so different?

Maybe they weren’t. Felix tried to remember everything he knew about Ladybug and Marinette but found that everything was blurring together quickly. Marinette was becoming Ladybug, except for the suit and magic yo-yo. They shared many of the same qualities. All the times Marinette stood up to him and Chloe mirrored the times she had stood up to akumas in order to protect the city.

The more he thought about Marinette, the more Felix realised the predicament he was in. He had a crush on Marinette, Ladybug, whatever she called herself at the time.

And he knew her identity, but she wasn’t aware.

A thousand and one things ran through Felix’s mind. This shouldn’t be happening. He was calm and analytical, such a simple thing as a crush didn’t affect him like this. Felix Graham de Vanily did not get flustered, he did not let his mind run away with the first thing it fancied.

He had to tell her. It was wrong to keep this from her. Surely, if he knew, Marinette could be in danger, as well as the people around her. But he couldn’t just walk up and say he knew she was Ladybug. No. She had to trust him, otherwise, everything would go wrong. Felix closed his book, nodding to himself. In order to tell Marinette that he knew she was Ladybug, he would have to befriend her. Even if that meant getting closer to her friends, too. He shuddered, knowing this was inevitable. Constantly being a good person must be exhausting.

Marinette was sitting on a bench outside the school, confused. She couldn’t work out for the life of her why Felix had started being nice to everyone out of nowhere. He had gone from being aloof and cold to everyone he came into contact with to actually making an effort to spend time with people in a few measly hours. It made no sense. Even if it did make sense, his change in attitude was so sudden Marinette thought it was an akuma.

But no, the strange behaviour continued. At this point, it had been weeks since the change and Marinette still hadn't adjusted. No one really had. Not even Adrien knew what was going on, and Felix was his cousin!

However, everyone welcomed the new Felix. Everyone except Lila. She still hated Felix, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. Not that Marinette was complaining. Having an ally that would actually put Lila in her place was a nice change.

“Good morning, Marinette.” Felix appeared in front of Marinette, and for a moment she thought he could read her thoughts. He sat down next to her and placed his bag next to his feet, as stiff as always. “How are you this fine morning?”

Marinette flipped her sketchbook closed, disappointed she hadn’t managed to draw anything but a few scribbles. “I’m doing well, how are you?”

Felix blushed slightly, hoping Marinette didn’t notice. No matter how much he talked to her, he still acted like an idiot. It was a wonder he hadn’t slipped up and said something embarrassing that he would regret instantly. That had happened before, and it took days before Felix could even think about Marinette again without cringing. “My day is already brighter now that I’ve seen you.”

Both of them froze, faces going almost the same shade of red. Neither seemed to know what to say, especially since this was the first time Felix had flirted with anyone, let alone Marinette. It was so out of character, Marinette’s mind scrambled for an explanation.

The only one she could think of was the most dramatic; Felix was Chat Noir and was trying to reveal his identity. The longer Marinette thought about it, the more it made sense. Chat Noir flirted with Ladybug all the time, and now Felix was flirting with her. But did that mean Felix knew she was Ladybug?

That wasn’t good. If anyone knew her identity, she would have to return her miraculous. If Felix was actually Chat Noir and he told her, he would have to return his miraculous, too! Felix recovered from his embarrassment first, turning to Marinette and placing an arm on the back of the bench. “I have something to tell you.”

“No!” Marinette dropped her sketchbook and leapt forward, covering Felix’s mouth with her hands. “You can’t tell me that!”

Felix narrowed his eyes in confusion. He tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by Marinette’s hands. Gently grasping Marinette’s wrists, Felix moved her hands away from him. “I just wanted to tell you that I think I have a crush on you. What did you think I was going to say?”

Marinette sighed in relief, letting her shoulders drop. She didn’t try to remove her hands from Felix’s, instead letting them fall to the seat between them. “I don’t know.”

Well, as I was saying. I think I have a crush on you.”

“What!?” Marinette leapt off the bench, barely avoiding stepping on her sketchbook. In her panic to stop Felix revealing his identity, she had completely ignored when he revealed his feelings. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, for the past few weeks I’ve realised that I have a crush on you.” Felix straightened his tie, looking directly into Marinette’s eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“When?”

“I beg your pardon?”

When did you first realise?”

This was the moment. Felix decided there was no point to delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later, Marinette would realise that he knew her secret identity, and it was better that he told her himself. “When Ladybug finished fighting an akuma and hid in a janitor’s closet to transform back. I was in that closet, trying to find a place to read in peace.”

The colour drained from Marinette’s face as Felix’s words sunk in. She could remember that day clearly. Time was running out on her miraculous and she found the first somewhat secretive location to transform back into Marinette, without even checking if the room was empty. How could she forget something so important? One of the main rules of being a miraculous hero was that no one could know your identity, and yet she had managed to break it! If Master Fu found out about Felix knowing her identity, he would take her miraculous away for good. “You can’t tell anyone.”

I won’t, I promise. I’m sure there are rules about people knowing your identity, but I accept full responsibility for my actions being reckless and possibly putting people in danger. I sincerely apologise from the bottom of my heart. If I knew my actions would cause you so much distress, I wouldn’t have risked being in the same room as you when your transformation was disappearing.”

Marinette looked into Felix’s eyes, trying to gauge whether he was genuine or not. After a few seconds, she looked away. He meant everything he had said. “This is crazy. This isn’t real, right? This is a dream, or an akuma.”

There is no akuma, this is all real. I accidentally saw your transformation wear off after an akuma battle, and I do have a crush on you, but I won’t tell anyone. I swear on my life.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I trust you.” And she had to, there were no other choices. Felix would still know her secret, whether or not she trusted him.

“Thank you, Marinette. Your trust means a lot.” Felix grinned in a way that almost confirmed Marinette’s suspicions. “Now that we’ve established all of that, would you be interested on a date with me?”

I would be honoured, as long as you’re expecting Marinette to show up, not Ladybug.”

“My feelings would not change, regardless of whether or not you’re wearing a mask.”

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xlonelysoulxx · 4 years

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Being a Witch and Live In Forks Would Include... {1}

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Witches and shapeshifters had similar values, bonded by a code of loyalty to help and protect each other. The two species had a strong relationship, so it wasn't surprising that your family was close to the Quileute tribe. You grew up with the majority of them, but you left Forks in your childhood... you only came back after your grandmother died. After that you never wanted to leave, it was the place where you felt at home. And real soon, the people you loved.

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Your relationship with the Cullens was a little more complicated at first... mostly 'cause the Quileutes kept telling you to stay away from them, that they were the enemy. You knew that vampires were dangerous, unpredictable. You too grew up with the legends. But you were intrigued by them, you always tended to be curious about people who chose a lifestyle different from the one for which they were intended.

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You were a descendant of a line of witches who had misused black magic. Your own people distrusted you, without even knowing you. So you didn't intend to act the same way.

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Seth following you everywhere like a lost puppy 'cause he thinks you're "SO freaking cool" - it's obvious that he has a teenage crush on you. The pack never misses an opportunity to make fun of him about it, and you never miss to give them a death glare that instantly shuts them up. No one's laughing at your adorable Seth, he's like a baby brother to you.

xxxxx

You working with Sue from time to time. Your magic is impressive but also close to nature, so you have a good knowledge of all kinds of plants and herbs. The nurse is always happy to learn new natural remedies - and for once that her son takes a serious interest in her work. (thanks to you)

xxxxx

Race with Emmett. Him with his vampiric speed, you while teleporting. You win, every damn time. Obviously he always complains to his family that it isn't fair and you're cheating, 'cause duh Emmett. “Big baby, you're the one who keeps asking for more.”

xxxxx

You sometimes spent whole days with Esme. The woman was cultivated and sweet, and on top of that you brought her a certain company - with her husband at the hospital and her "children" living their typical high school life, she didn't have many people to talk to during the day. And even if you would never admit it out loud, her caring mom attitude was something you weren't used to - and that selfishly warmed your stoned heart.

xxxxx

The pack wasn't very happy about that, at least that was before you started bringing them food. "What's this?" Esme loved to cook with you, testing different recipes although she couldn't taste them. You were a bit skeptical at first, but she seems so excited about it. And she knew you liked to cook, it was give-and-take.

xxxxx

"It's for you, pigs." They were all suspicious at first, but after Jared tasted one of your brownies - and made a loud and embarrassing noise, you knew you had won the game. "Wolves, Y/N. Wolves." You stuck your tongue at Embry before you roll your eyes - you really didn't see the difference.

xxxxx

You and Alice sharing (and gossiping) everything about your premonitions - while Alice's visions happened when she was awake, yours usually came in dreams. You two were unbeatable together, nothing could escape you.

xxxxx

Edward couldn't read your mind. It didn't stop him from trying, though... his perfect forehead was so marked with the concentration that it looked painful. You almost felt guilty... almost, but it was so much fun to watch. Rosalie agreed with you on this.

xxxxx

It was harder with Jasper. You were proud of your strength, proud of having overcome a mental barrier that prevented others from manipulating you or reading your thoughts. But you were sensitive, prone to let yourself be guided by your feelings... it was one of your weaknesses. And the former soldier knew it.

xxxxx

He enjoyed trying to play and change your emotions. It was always a challenge, and you liked it at least as much as he did. "They're doing it again, can someone just do something?? They freak the hell out of me." Emmett wasn’t particularly fond of your silent exchanges of looking without blinking, which could last for hella long minutes.

xxxxx

The Volturi taking an interest in you. It was predictable, your "sisters" weren't staying in the shadows without reason. It was a risk to show you and use your abilities. Just like Alice and Edward you declined their offer, of course... but these creeps were tenacious and sly. They always kept an eye on you.

xxxxx

Felix taking a disturbing interest in you after visiting Volterra to save Edward. No one’s happy with this fact, especially Emmett and Paul. (guess why)

xxxxx

This potential threat had at least the merit of having brought something positive: bring the Cullens and Quileutes together on one point. If they ever dared to touch you, they wouldn't hesitate for a second to fight. You were important to the two clans, it was the only fact on which they would forever agree.

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random thought, but what if the party had been in the entity's realm? i dunno, seeing el just yeet palettes at killers would be a sight though kjdshkjs

i did this whole speech about how i can’t deal with kid characters in dbd so have some of the adult cast instead! i’m sorry it’s not what you wanted but i hope it’s ok <3 also let’s imagine them joining separately or this won’t make much sense. spoilers for st season 3!

Stranger Things characters as dbd survivors

Jonathan

So many tears from both sides when he reunites with Nancy. She's heartbroken that he's stuck here now too, but is also really happy to be with him.

Jonathan doesn't care about being trapped for potentially eternity. He’d literally do anything to be with her, and he would have come voluntarily.

Leans his forehead against a crying Nancy’s, smiles and murmurs “What’s one more shared trauma?” while Nancy chokes out a laugh through her tears.

They're disgustingly adorable at camp, constantly sharing soft looks and smiles and inside jokes.

Nancy will need lots of reassuring that Jonathan’s mom and brother will be okay without him, and that her own family is coping.

With Jonathan around, Nancy starts coming out of her shell more. She gets a lot of her fire back, determined to find a way out and rebel against the Entity.

Jonathan and Steve quickly become friends, as they were on good terms even before, but Jonathan is so grateful Steve has been there for Nancy. Steve is just glad to have a familiar face and is super happy for them.

Would probably bond with Jake because they're both pretty damn weird. Also Claudette and Adam, being the more quiet types, and Zarina for the photography.

Robin

Fucking screaming when her and Steve see each other at the campfire. “Dingus! Where the fuck have you been!?”

When she's given the ‘welcome to the fog’ talk by Dwight, her smile fades. “You're kidding,” she says, eyes wide, before turning to Steve. “Please tell me he's kidding.” “Sorry,” Steve cringes.

Is surprisingly quick to embrace the situation, following Steve’s lead in dealing with the situation with humor. Steve gets even more dorky and hyper than before, happy to have his partner in crime back.

Imagine Steve and Robin, full scoops outfits, bullying the shit out of killers.

She vibes with Nea and Feng who totally teach her all their toxic little tricks. She also finally gets to properly know Nancy, and they become fast friends as they have a lot in common and Nancy loves hearing about what happened in Hawkins after they were taken.

A lot of the other survivors mistake Robin and Steve for a couple, right up until Robin gets visibly flustered by a bear hug from Kate. She secretly also ends up crushing hard on Claudette, but doesn’t tell a soul, not even Steve.

That doesn’t stop her from bugging Steve about whether he has a crush and to let her wingwoman for him.

Once starts talking to Anna in Russian and nearly gets adopted and starved to death, but is luckily saved by Bill forcefully pushing her out through the exit

When she gets overwhelmed by the death and violence, Steve sneaks her away and lets her cry on his shoulder. Other times she tells stories of Dustin and the other kids, who looked for Steve and Nancy every day for months, and pets his hair while he quietly sobs into his Scoops hat.

Joyce

Steve and Nancy couldn’t be more confused upon seeing Joyce. “Mrs. Byers? What are you doing here?”

She's worried about her boys but quickly pulls herself together. Reassures Nancy that Jonathan is safe and free from Hawkins drama, though he’s never been able to get over Nancy after her disappearance.

“What about the kids? Are they okay?” mama bear Steve butts in. He smiles brightly every time she tells him stories about the kids’ adventures he’s missed.

She's a resourceful lady and does quite well in the trials. Hates most killers but is still furious with Demo for kidnapping her boy. Even David looks a little intimidated by her unbridled rage when she’s up against the killer, slamming pallets on its head and chasing it down when it tries to whimper away.

Will scold Legion like a disappointed mother. “What are you doing, boy? Is this what your parents would have wanted?” Joey actually pauses mid-frenzy, knife raised, before lowering the weapon and shuffling his feet in shame. “Sorry, ma'am.”

She's a good addition to the survivor camp, as they’ve never had a literal mom figure before. Laurie especially really looks up to her, and Meg loves her no-nonsense attitude. Joyce looks after the younger survivors and is on pretty good terms with everyone.

Well. With the exception of Ace. Upon first meeting him, she slaps him when he goes in for a cheesy kiss on her hand. “I was just told I’m stuck in an endless cycle of murder and violence—do you really think that's appropriate?” she scolds while Ace just grins.

Out of everyone, she’s the most determined to find a way out, inspiring a lot of the others with new hope.

Hopper

He's very confused and angry about the realm, even after Steve and Nancy explain everything. At this point he’s seen so much weirdness he’s just done with all the paranormal bullshit.

Just wants to go back to El and feels like her and the kids and the entire goddamn town of Hawkins need him.

Sucks in trials at first. “So let me get this straight... I have to repair machines and run circles around a piece of wood while a murdered is after me?” “Pretty much, yeah,” Steve shrugs. “Right, not happening. My gun has to be around here somewhere!”

Instant bros with Tapp because good cop and… good cop? Tapp is able to get through his thick skull with strategic advice, and they’re both very much about protecting the other survivors.

Fits in well with the rest of the Old Man Squad (TM) as well, even though Ash keeps trying to one-up his stories, Bill refuses to share his cigarettes, Felix constantly talks about weird future stuff, and Ace always teases him about his shit poker face.

He’s instantly very protective of Steve and Nancy and easily adopts Cheryl, Nea, Quentin, Laurie, Feng, Meg—the list goes on.

Billy

He did slightly redeem himself just before his death, but is still hesitant to join the group, thinking Steve and Nancy hate him after all the shit he put them and their friends through.

Nancy is wary but Steve is quick to forgive and forget. “Just don’t kick my ass or, y’know, try to kill us again, yeah?” Steve laughs a little shakily and, knowing Steve had more beef with him than her, Nancy follows his lead and eventually comes around.

Has a lot of banter with David, and nobody can really tell if they're best bros, hate each other's guts or have the hots for one another. The Entity gives him a shirtless skin too and they can usually be seen obnoxiously flaunting their abs together.

A lot of the others make fun of his hair and pretty boy look. Luckily he can take it in stride, dishing out just as much cheeky comments about Feng’s neon hair and some of Ace’s more questionable outfits.

Tries to hit on Jane because he's a thirsty fuck but gets a very patronizing “Talk to me in a decade, honey,” for his efforts.

Eventually opens up to Nancy that it's not fair for her and Steve to be stuck here, as they didn't do anything wrong. He thinks he deserves the punishment, and is surprised the Entity didn’t make him a killer after what he did.

He’s still a cocky little shit, though much more genuine than before—dying probably has that effect on you.

*cries* i’m so happy i got to write jancy i love them so much ;w; also i would 110% ship joyce and ace but i doubt anyone is surprised

#dbd headcanons #stranger things #jonathan byers #robin buckley #joyce byers #jim hopper #billy hargrove #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #dbd survivor #jancy #dbd #dead by daylight #request #dweetwrites

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Divergent Points - ML Salt Ch. 7

(A/N) Fair warning; this is what I believe to be the most intense chapter in this fic, especially with how Saltinette is meshed with general salter attitudes towards Adrien. Which get um. REALLY bad.

AO3/FFN

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“We didn’t think this through.”

They stared up at the closed gates.

Adrien’s heart sunk. Normally he’d just transform and go through his window, but… that was out of the picture now.

Still, it wasn’t like he’d never snuck out of his house before that. And if he could sneak out, he could sneak in.

…Probably. Not like he’d ever had to do that before. Heck, if he was caught outside Nathalie and Gorilla would just…

...escort him…

…inside.

OOH.

“Hey guys? I have an idea.”

Adrien rang the doorbell.

A moment later the camera and microphone turned on. “Adrien? What are you DOING out there?! How dare you leave the premises! I shouldn’t be surprised though, with the way you left Ladybug. You’re always making trouble for everyone else.”

He flinched at Nathalie’s voice. He knew it wasn’t really her, it was whatever this screwed-up world made her into, but… well, it still sounded like her.

“I’m sorry,” he said plaintively, scuffing his feet on the ground. “I- I just-“

“I should just leave you out there and let the public teach you a lesson. Maybe then you’ll think twice before running off. Clearly Ladybug taking your Miraculous wasn’t enough. Perhaps you need further instruction on the consequences of not sitting down and doing what you’re told.”

Adrien gulped. It’s not real. It’s NOT REAL. She doesn’t mean that. Well, okay, maybe she did normally want him to follow orders, but… she wouldn’t want him to be hurt if he didn’t!

He stuck a hand in one of his pockets, trying to stop from twitching.

Breathe in. Breathe out. His friends were here. He couldn’t talk or touch them right now without alerting Nathalie to their presence, but they were there. And they valued him as a person, not a servant.

“Please. I promise I won’t disobey again. I’ll do whatever Father tells me to. Whatever you tell me to. Just… let me in?”

The camera retracted, the gate unlatching and opening.

He walked through.

Just before the gate closed his friends darted in as well, making a rush for the edges of the yard.

They got there just in time. Nathalie opened the front door as they ducked out of sight. “Come in, Adrien. Do NOT make me wait.”

He hastened through the door, Nathalie’s hand on his shoulder… and promptly broke away, making a run for it.

“WHAT?! ADRIEN! WHEN YOUR FATHER FINDS OUT ABOUT THIS-!”

It’s NOT Father, he doesn’t have control over you, JUST KEEP RUNNING.

Luckily while Nathalie may have had longer legs she wasn’t in as good a shape as Adrien was. And she’d never played hide-and-seek in the manor.

He darted through various rooms, hiding in a closet or behind a chair every now and then to let Nathalie run past him.

After a few minutes he made his way towards his own room once Nathalie seemed to be off his trail – at least right then.

Marinette, Nino, and Alya were already there trying to make themselves inconspicuous, with varying degrees of success.

“You lost her?”

He nodded. “For now at least. You guys took the route I told you about?”

Marinette nodded. “We had to duck under cover a few times to stop Nathalie from noticing us, but yeah.”

He let out a sigh of relief. “We should be in the clear for a little bit then. This is the last place Nathalie would look for me – if I wanted to go to my room I could’ve just gone with her.”

“I hope you’re right…”

Adrien gave her a small, hopefully reassuring smile.

“Come on guys. Let’s talk to me.”

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“Felix? Father let you come?”

Adrien blinked.

Other Adrien blinked back.

Then the rest of his friends came in and Other Adrien dived under his covers.

Marinette slowly approached, reaching her hand out towards him. “We’re not here to hurt you. Or yell at you. We’re not from here, we’re from… somewhere else. We just want to talk.”

The lump moved, Other Adrien’s head poking out from under the covers, the blankets wrapping around him like a blanket burrito with Other Adrien filling.

Okay, now he could see why he was called ‘cute’ so often.

“Your voice,” Other Adrien said slowly, “you sound… normal. Or… not normal? Everything’s been just… warped and off and… and I don’t understand!”

So he could tell that things weren’t right? So things hadn’t always been like this to him then.

Adrien stepped forwards. “What do you mean? What were things like before? How’re things off?”

Other Adrien froze. “I… I don’t… I don’t know! Before… what was before…? WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER?!”

Marinette placed her hand on Other Adrien’s shoulder. He flinched, giving her a fearful look. She smiled at him. Slowly he relaxed into her touch. “It’s okay, uh… Adrien?” She looked questioningly at himself.

He just shrugged. “I’ve been calling him Other Adrien in my head, but… how about calling one of us ‘Adrien’ and the other one ‘Chat’?”

“Would you like that?” Marinette asked Other Adrien softly. He nodded, opened his mouth as if to ask something… and then seemed to think better of it, closing it and looking at the floor.

Why would he…?

Oh. Of course. One of the big things this place seemed to be emphasizing was how horribly bad or wrong he was for having his own desires or needs.

They were probably the first ones not to treat him like dirt since… well since that thing with Syren happened or since this world came into existence. Still unclear on that.

He wouldn’t want to chase them off. To risk being alone again, to risk being attacked.

So he kept his mouth shut in the fear he’d drive off the only people he’d had for a long time.

Marinette seemed to pick up on it too. “Hey, it’s okay. I know- I know how you’ve been yelled at for speaking up. For standing up for yourself. But we’re not going to do that.”

He looked down for a moment, seeming to think. Then- “Can I be Chat?” he asked quietly.

She gave him a smile and a small nod. “Whatever you want.”

Chat’s expression softened slightly, tension leaving his body. “Thank you.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed. Chat seemed at least mostly normal – warier, more anxious, and more depressed than he normally was, but he’d expect that given the circumstances. He didn’t seem likely to turn around and attack them at least.

But… why? Why wasn’t he affected by this? Or at least, not like the other people they’d seen had been? Why did he have some clue that this wasn’t right, if this was a made-up world?

…Was it a made-up world? It seemed like the ones they’d all encountered before, but… hm. Then again they didn’t know how those functioned either.

The ‘people’ in those worlds seemed like facsimilies of the people from their own and that seemed true of this one as well, except…

Except for Chat.

Chat didn’t belong here.

Like they hadn’t in their nightmare worlds, each trapped within their own bodies, forced to do horrible things.

Except…

“Nino,” he whispered.

Nino looked over at him, concerned. “What is it, dude?”

He shook his head. “It’s not- I just thought of something. In mine, Marinette’s, and Alya’s Nightmare Worlds, we were able to break out after realizing that things were wrong, being able to really identify how things were wrong and different and that we wouldn’t act like – well, how we were acting. Not immediately always, but – it seemed to have something to do with it. But in your Nightmare World, how did you break out again? I remember it being similar, but unlike the rest of us, you were still acting like – well, YOU, even though the rest of the world was messed up.”

Which made him wonder why Nino was different from the rest of them, but one issue at a time. For all he knew it could’ve been dumb luck.

“It didn’t take me long to realize things were wrong – my memory and mind seemed to be a little less affected than everyone else’s, I didn’t have that mental fog to the same degree. But it didn’t strike me HOW wrong it was until I met with ‘Marinette’,” Nino made air quotes with his fingers, “and she started on her ‘I have been so wronged and will seek my righteous revenge’ rant. It was pretty obvious she wasn’t Marinette, that Marinette would never be like that, even under those circumstances. The reality didn’t break apart until just after I told her that though, that it wasn’t right and didn’t make sense.”

Nino blinked. “Dude, you don’t think…?”

He nodded. “It’s worth a shot.”

“What’re you two talking about?”

Adrien blinked and looked over at Chat, who flinched and immediately drew deeper into his blanket burrito.

He gave Chat his best reassuring smile. “It’s ok, you can ask. We were talking about some of the previous worlds we were in like this; well, sort of worlds, they actually seemed more like dreamscapes?” He scratched the back of his neck. “We’re a little unclear on that. Anyway some similar stuff was going on, with Marinette especially.”

He grimaced. “In a lot of the other worlds the version of Ladybug in them said similar sort of stuff to what the Ladybug in THIS world said. The one I was trapped in called me useless, said I was goofing off, and stole my Miraculous too, along with… well, a LOT of other stuff.”

He shivered. “Though… in that universe, I could sort of see it. Being trapped in that version of myself’s head, being forced to think what he thought, do what he did… he was genuinely pretty awful.”

That was an understatement. The way he’d enjoyed her fear, wanted to dominate her, tried to reach for her against her will…

If she hadn’t been able to transform – if that version of him had actually been able to overpower her – what would’ve happened?

How far would things have gone?

“Adrien? Are you okay?”

He plastered his reassuring smile back on his face. “Just thinking about some stuff, I’ll be fine,” he told Marinette. She still looked concerned but didn’t say anything.

Everyone else had been through similar bad experiences. He didn’t want to make them worry about him, not when they’d gone through stuff that was just as bad or even worse.

He turned back to Chat. “I think this world is, if not the same as the types of worlds we were trapped in, very similar at least. Those nightmare worlds just… they twisted us in different ways, made us people we’re not. And not just us, but most of the other people in that universe as well.

And if this world is similar... we might be able to escape it the same way.”

Chat blinked, his face slowly lighting up. “This world isn’t real? So that means – Ladybug doesn’t actually hate me? Plagg doesn’t hate me?”

Marinette stepped forwards, fire in her eyes. “Ladybug could NEVER hate you, Chat; EVER. You’re her partner and her best friend. Get frustrated, maybe. But hate? No. And she wouldn’t try to intentionally hurt you like this or abandon you. You mean too much to her. And you deserve better than that.”

She closed her eyes a moment, taking a deep, calming breath. “I saw what happened. Saw what she and Plagg – well, that facsimilie of Plagg – said. And you know what? She’s WRONG. THEY’RE wrong. You’re not a nuisance, you’re not useless, and you have a right to feel frustrated and bitter over being kept out of the loop. You have a right to your emotions, you have a right to be treated like… like a person and not some malfunctioning tool! You have worth beyond what you can do for other people. And honestly? If people react like this world’s Ladybug and Plagg did, yelling that you should just follow orders and that’s the only reason to keep you around, minimize your feelings, and just generally treat you like you’re not a person? Then it’s better that you’re NOT around them anymore. Not when they hurt you like that.”

She locked eyes with Chat, staring at him so intensely she almost seemed to be trying to ingrain her words on his soul. “You have worth. You have value. And ‘friendship’ gained solely by virtue of following orders and never questioning them, never standing up for yourself, never voicing your feelings and concerns, is no friendship at all.”

Reaching out, she clasped Chat’s hand. A shock ran up his body at her touch, before relaxing again. “The real Ladybug would never do that. Never intentionally hurt you like that. Her loyalties and ideals can be torn in different directions, she can get irritated, she can make mistakes, and she can just plain be wrong.

But that? That desire to hurt you, to devalue you, to break you down, trying to make you feel like you had no worth or rights of your own? That’s the last thing she’d ever want.”

“Really? You- you mean it?” Chat asked.

Something wet rolled down Adrien’s cheek.

Oh.

…Maybe Chat wasn’t the only one who needed to hear that.

He’d talked about this with his friends before, but… well, it still helped hearing it.

Maybe someday, he’d be able to totally believe it.

Maybe someday, his friends wouldn’t have to keep reminding him.

But until ‘someday’ came, they’d be there, telling him as many times as it took.

“I KNOW it,” Marinette said fiercely.

Adrien smiled. This was part of why he first fell in love with her. Her kindness, her burning passion – how could he not?

He stepped beside her. “I’ll vouch for that. That wasn’t the real Ladybug, the woman out there isn’t the real Nathalie, and this whole thing… it’s not right.

But I have an idea of how to stop it.”

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Their group darted towards the park. Ladybug was being filmed basking in praise and adoration as various Parisians vandalized Chat’s statue, garnering cheers from the rest of the crowd.

“Paris, today is a momentous day!” she called out. “Today, we tear down a symbol to our former tolerance of that pathetic Chat. Today, we get to show him what we REALLY think of him!”

The crowd erupted into cheers, surging towards the statue.

“Now, now,” Ladybug chided. “You’ll all get your chance to leave your mark; just make sure to leave enough for everyone else. And don’t touch my statue, of course. What am I saying, I know you won’t, because all of you love and adore me because I’m the strongest, smartest, most amazingly awesome person in existence, and all of you happily worship at my feet; of course you do. Who wouldn’t?”

“Terrible people!” the crowd roared.

She grinned triumphantly. “That’s right! Everyone knows only bad people get on my bad side. And what do we do with bad people?”

“DESTROY THEIR LIVES!”

“Good, good,” she cooed. “I’m the only person who matters. Well, and you all matter too of course, so long as you continue worshipping me unquestioningly!”

“LADYBUG IS RIGHT. LADYBUG IS MIGHT. ALL WHO OPPOSE LADYBUG ARE ENEMIES. ALL WHO DO NOT SUPPORT LADYBUG ARE ENEMIES. ALL WHO DO NOT TRY TO UTTERLY DESTROY LADYBUG’S ENEMIES, ARE ENEMIES THEMSELVES!” The crowd chanted in unison.

“Give yourselves a hand!” Ladybug encouraged, clapping her hands together a few times. “For being on the right side!”

The crowd applauded wildly, the din hurting Adrien’s sensitive ears.

At least it provided cover. While the crowd was distracted the five of them pushed inside the nearest unlocked building, climbing the stairs.

When they got to the roof Alya set a doorstop she’d nabbed against it while Nino pushed a chair over to it, acting as another level of barricade. It wouldn’t hold for long, but hopefully it wouldn’t need to. They just needed to slow down a potential mob for a little bit.

Though if this failed…

Adrien shuddered. But this was the best plan they could come up with. It was risky, but… well, doing nothing wasn’t much better. Not when every person in the city seemingly had it out for them and Ladybug could easily run them down and pummel them anywhere they showed up if it came to that.

Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

He looked over the side of the building and winced. Ladybug was viciously punching the Chat statue’s face in, the crowd roaring in time with every hit.

He glanced back at his friends.

Alya and Nino looked livid, their hands trembling as they shot death glares at her.

Chat mostly looked resigned. Which made him wonder just how terrible this all had been for him if he was mostly desensitized to it?

Though it wasn’t like he’d had as big a reaction himself, not with how he’d worked things out with his friends already, not with how vehemently Marinette had reassured him – had reassured Chat.

Marinette though?

Her hands were trembling, balled into fists, tears filling her eyes as she grit her teeth.

She looked angry, but… more than that.

“Marinette? What’s wrong?”

She threw her head back, giving a quick, sharp laugh. “What’s- what’s wrong?! Did you hear that, hear what that- that IMPOSTER said? How she talked about you? And you’re asking ME if I’m alright?”

“I’m okay,” he told her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him, eyes glued to his own. “But I’m getting the feeling that you’re not.”

She went quiet for a moment, staring at the ground. “I just… watching someone with my face, my voice, say these things, do these things… it keeps going over and over in my head. I know I’d never be like- like THAT. But then… why is she like this in so many of these Nightmares?”

Shivering, she hugged herself. “And- and I was inside her head. Well, the head of someone with a similar mindset at least, just… not to that extent. Not all of it was totally foreign. Not at first. That came later, once her thoughts turned poisonous towards you. Towards that world’s version of Chat. But before that… before that it wasn’t clear.”

Of course she’d have some doubts. Though from how she’d described them earlier they seemed unfounded – but that had never stopped his own gnawing worries, and he doubted it would stop hers – not with just telling HERSELF that, anyway.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “You said it yourself. You realized something was wrong once her thoughts turned poisonous. Once her thoughts turned hateful and warped. And that’s exactly why you DON’T need to worry. As soon as she started thinking, started acting like that, you balked. I don’t think you need to worry about going down that path anytime soon, Buginette. It’s against your nature. Even if you started slipping that way, I doubt you’d get very far. I KNOW you. I know your strength, your intelligence, your sense of justice, and your kindness. You’d snap out of it; and if you couldn’t, well – the rest of us would be there to remind you of who you are.”

She gave him a small smile.

Unfortunately, ‘Ladybug’ had to ruin the moment.

She straightened up, announcing to the crowd, “Now it’s your turn! Punch him, kick him, spray paint him, LEAVE ONLY A WRECK BEHIND. Theo depicted him being stepped on, being beneath me – but he still made him look like a person. TIME TO CHANGE THAT! Do whatever you want to it, just don’t damage his legs or the arm on the ground to the point it can’t support my statue anymore. Only use as much of it, only leave intact as much of it as needed to do its job – a pity Chat Noir couldn’t make himself as useful as his statue!”

“That’s not why Theo made the statue like that!” Alya seethed.

Adrien blinked, tilting his head to the side. Truthfully he hadn’t really thought much about it – both he and Ladybug looked cool, he hadn’t considered beyond that. “You asked him about the statue?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I did an article about it for the Ladyblog shortly after it was unveiled, including an interview with the creator. He’d watched a lot of clips of you and Ladybug interacting to prepare for making the statue, and… well, I believe he phrased it this way:

‘Ladybug’s the one who sets everything right, who purifies the akuma and repairs all the damage – but she couldn’t do it without Chat Noir. He’s her rock, her foundation, her support – she can fly freely because she knows Chat’s there to catch her, that he has her back. That’s why he forms the base of the statue – he’s holding her up, ensuring she doesn’t fall.’”

Nino smiled at him. “Dude, Ladybug might get more attention, but… Paris knows how important you are, even if you’ve doubted that yourself a few times. If we thought that statue was meant to show you being inferior, being lesser? We would’ve done something about it, gotten it changed.”

“You’d have had help with that,” Marinette cut in. “You think I’d let my partner be disrespected like that?”

“The Ladyblog wouldn’t stand for it,” Alya added. “I might’ve named it after Ladybug, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t important, even if you don’t get as much of the limelight, as much of the vocal appreciation as Ladybug gets.”

He smiled. “Thanks.”

People did notice; people did care. That self-doubt he had back during Syren’s attack may not totally go away, but… he knew it was wrong.

His friends wouldn’t let him forget that.

The sounds of yelling and metal being hit rang out from below. He looked down.

He wished he hadn’t.

Ladybug had already bashed his statue’s face in, leaving his features a mangled mess. Parisians thronged around it beating it with their fists (which he’d think would only hurt their own hands but they seemed so intent on personally, violently punishing him via proxy that they didn’t seem to care), spray painting it with words like “Pathetic loser murderer” and “You deserve to die.” Every now and then chants started up like “BASH HIM IN, BASH HIM IN”.

He turned away, covering his ears as he took a minute to breathe.

Nothing was going to get better by just watching this – this awfulness. He knew what to expect by now.

He just hoped his idea for how to escape worked, otherwise…

Well. He’d seen how much the crowd hated him. How much this fake Ladybug hated him. And with her having superpowers and the rest of them being without… if she wanted to hurt him physically more than she wanted to taunt and sneer, none of them could do much to stop her, especially with the entire city being on her side.

He just hoped she didn’t go after his friends.

Chat though… he was in just as much danger as himself, if not moreso.

What even WAS he? They were pretty sure this world was fake along with its inhabitants, and Chat didn’t seem quite right either, but… he didn’t appear to be a facsmilie the same way. He felt a bit of a pull towards him, a kinmanship – maybe because he was a version of himself? He wasn’t sure though. It seemed like more than that…

“You ready?” Marinette asked.

He breathed out slowly. “As I’ll ever be. What about the rest of you?”

“Dude I’ve been ready since we saw the news footage.”

“I cycled after a supervillain the first time one showed up; you think I’m ever NOT ready?”

Which left only Chat. He looked up and nodded, a glint of defiance in his eyes. “I’m not ready, but… I never will be. And I need to do this. I WILL do this. If I’m going to be hated, to be punished, maybe even hurt or killed… at least I’ll have tried.”

They all shuddered. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Marinette said, shaken.

Chat slowly walked over to the edge of the building and stopped, taking a deep breath.

Then he shouted.

“HEY LADYBUG! YOU SUCK!”

Well. That was certainly one way to get her attention.

Ladybug’s head shot upright. The crowd around her booed.

“Flood the buildings!” she commanded sharply. “You’ll want to see this.”

They surged into the nearby buildings, most going towards the one they were in, but a few in the surrounding buildings – probably to cut off any avenues of escape, if they could manage to get over to them.

They needn’t have bothered. This… this was a one-shot plan. If this failed…

Adrien swallowed. Then they’d better hope that this fake Ladybug and the world in general was more merciful than it seemed, or they were toast.

She swung her yo-yo, flinging herself onto the rooftop. Her eyes swept over the five of them, registering only the faintest glimmer of surprise before focusing on Chat.

Well… more like over FOUR of them…

Her eyes almost seemed to slide from Adrien to Chat, in a way that left him unsure whether she truly saw him or not.

“So you finally slinked out of your hidey-hole,” she sneered. “You should’ve stayed there. Pathetic and alone, getting what you wanted – to not need to follow my orders. It’s more than you deserve. Just staying put in your little room. You should never have been chosen in the first place.”

She stepped closer to Chat. A look of uncertainty crossed his face.

Adrien could understand why. Even knowing they were false, her stinging words wormed their way into his head.

A vicious, gleeful smile formed on her face. “I could see right through your little tricks, you know. ‘Saving’ me all the time? Taking hits for me, getting hurt or incapacitated for a fight? Did you really think that ruse would work on me? You were just manipulating me, weren’t you? It’s not like I ever needed your help; I’m awesome enough that I don’t need you at all. And you being so incompetent that using your own body as a shield was your only option? HAH! You just wanted to throw yourself into danger so I’d feel obligated to you for supposedly ‘saving’ me, for getting hurt on my behalf. Bet you liked it, didn’t you? Getting to slack off with the excuse of fading from existence or getting mind-controlled? You could just leave it alllll up to poor, overworked, overburdened me to solve, while you just got to sit there and rake in the pity points, hoping to exchange them for a date.”

Adrien’s jaw dropped. She could NOT be serious. She thought getting hit, getting hurt, even kinda-sorta DYING was some sort of – some sort of hook-up artist type crap?

What – how – he didn’t even understand how that thought process WORKED?!

Considering the various strangled noises coming from his other friends, he gathered they were in the same state of disbelief that he was.

She leaned towards him, getting in Chat’s face. “And Adrien! Poor, sweet little prince of Paris, the golden boy everyone loves. You just put on a sad face to get people to feel bad for you, to get you the attention you crave. Your mother died months ago and you still look sad about it? Suck it up! Oh, and looking sad when your father forbids you to do something, or doesn’t show up, or says something harsh – if you REALLY cared, if you weren’t just a pathetic little sniveling victim, you’d stand up to him, fight back. You just don’t because you’re too spineless to even do that much. You’d rather just look sad and have everyone go ‘D’aww, how bad for him” than to kick your father to the curb and take control yourself, to fight back.”

She reached over, moving to touch the side of his face. “You deserve this. You deserve ALL of this. Everything that’s happened to you. The way you’ve been treated, are being treated. It’s all your fault.”

Her hand never reached his cheek.

Chat caught it before it could get there.

She hissed. “How DARE you?!”

“I dare,” he stated, a faint tremble in his voice, but with an undercurrent of steel. “Because you’re wrong; some friends showed me that.”

He turned back slightly towards the group of them, giving them a faint smile – especially at Marinette.

Turning back, all trace of levity vanished. His eyes hardened. “But you; you aren’t a friend. Friends don’t do this. Friends listen to you when you’re upset, they talk with you when you need to work something out, they don’t… they don’t treat you having emotions like an inconvenience, they don’t blame you for not being able to stop someone else from hurting you, they don’t treat you like a tool to be used and discarded at their leisure, they… they treat you like a FUCKING HUMAN BEING!”

Ladybug recoiled, fear flashing across her eyes.

“Of course I’m not your friend,” she said. “Who’d want to be friends with someone like you? You don’t-“

Her voice quavered slightly, some of the fire gone.

“LADYBUG would want to be my friend,” Chat stated firmly. “Ladybug IS my friend.”

“I don’t want to be-“

“YOU. AREN’T. LADYBUG.”

She froze.

The world held still for a moment.

Then it broke apart.

The buildings, trees, people, EVERYTHING dissolved into small white particles – very similar to what fell on them when this all began, that seemed to be the cause of these crazy messed-up worlds, he noted.

‘Ladybug’ moved slightly as she broke apart, giving all of them an evil glare before dissolving entirely.

But their other companion…

“Chat!”

He wasn’t dissolving, but… he was glowing, pulsing with light. He looked almost peaceful.

“It’s ok, Marinette,” he told her. “I get it now. Why I couldn’t remember what happened in this world before clearly, why I’m different from everyone else here. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to leave you. I’m just going back to where I belong. Where I came from.”

His body faded, leaving a small, glowing sphere of light where his heart was.

Before he could process what was happening, the orb flew into Adrien.

Thoughts, feelings, memories flowed into him. Everything Chat had felt, he felt, everything he’d done, Adrien had done.

Adrien flipped through Chat’s memories quickly.

Ah. So THAT’S why he couldn’t remember what came before. His memories didn’t start until the time they arrived in this world. It didn’t exist before that. Neither did Chat exist as a separate entity yet.

It must’ve happened when they crossed through the door, this temporary separation.

But now?

Now he was back together.

And he felt GREAT.

“Adrien!” his friends chorused, sounding alarmed.

He turned to them, smiling-

And then landed on the floor.

“OOF!”

So. This place really was going to drop them every time they transitioned between worlds, huh?

He looked around. They appeared to be in a similar plain white room as last time, but a slightly different shape – this one was a lot more rectangular than the last one, which had been pretty clearly a square – or close to it at least.

Good. So this was a different room from before – well, probably. Maybe that meant they were making progress. Hopefully. Perhaps.

His friends scrambled to their feet, Marinette at the front of the pack. “Adrien, are you okay?”

He gave her a smile. She went pink. “I’m fine. Best I’ve felt since we arrived here in fact. As for what happened back there with Chat? Just give me a few minutes and I’ll explain.”

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(A/N) So I decided that Theo probably had a decently positive view of Chat while making the statue and that after being purified, he probably went back to having that positive view of Chat and Ladybug's relationship. Mostly for story purposes, but it seemed feasible since he seemed to have gotten over his animosity at the end of Copycat.

I kinda wanted to put in that I don't think Ladybug would have that much RIGHT to take Chat's Miraculous either, especially before becoming Guardian (and honestly probably afterwards as well, I'm kinda iffy on how much authority they should really have), unless in extreme circumstances. Like if Plagg wanted to leave Adrien or if Chat was directly hurting people then sure, but otherwise? No.

Let me put it this way; Ladybug would have as much right to demand or directly steal the Black Cat Miraculous from Adrien as Adrien would have to demand the Ladybug Miraculous or to steal the Ladybug Miraculous from Marinette.

Ladybug generally takes the lead because she's good at coming up with plans, but they are still ultimately PARTNERS, equals. Not that I think either of them would ever try to confiscate the other's Miraculous without good reason in canon, like when Chat let Multimouse borrow the Ring in Kwamibuster.

But oh MAN does 'you don't deserve your Miraculous' come up a lot in saltfics. Really the kwamis should have the most right to decide that anyway. Kinda bugs me how little agency they seem to have. (Which I think anyone who read Divergent Points: Feast probably knows).

#divergent points #ml fanfic #ml fandom salt #fandom salt #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire

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my-miraculous-headcanons · 5 years

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Heres some heacanons for the pv (what the show should have been personally): the thing that seperates brigettes timeline from marinettes is in the pv timeline its brigettes mom who is ill and not felix's leading to felix being more loved and secluded and brigette missinf mom and distant making her develop seperation anxiety and a fear of lonliness(hence the clinginess)

Personally, I don’t care as much for the PV as I care for the original starting concept of everything, when Marinette was named Marietta, had more of a straight cut to her pigtails, and was known as the Mini Menace Ladybug.

I’m also… not the biggest fan of Felix or Marinette’s personalities in the PV. The darker themes were great, I loved everything from a design point of view, as well as the other characters, Alan, Claude, and Allegra, but I don’t think I would have been able to stand the show with a love square like that. It would have been infuriating. Regardless of the reasonings behind their personalities, Felix and Marinette’s behaviour in the PV really rubbed me wrong.

If I were to personally change the show to fit something more to my liking, using the first concepts and the PV as inspiration, I would have changed a LOT more than simply whose parents were more unfortunate.

Let’s start with Marinette:

Okay, to start off… I LOVE this version of Marinette. I love her hairstyle and ribbons a whole lot more than canon Marinette. I love her civilian clothing, and I love the much more menacing look that she has when she’s Ladybug, using a mask with white covering over her eyes. I also love the fact that’s she’s older.

And I can’t say enough how much I love that her suit’s not just magicked on. (Don’t get me wrong, I love the magic of the whole show, but I also really love when magic doesn’t do everything for you. Yeah, here’s a magical indestructible super suit, but you’re gonna have to put it on and take it off yourself!)

THIS Marinette, who was previously named Marietta, is cunning, daring, stealthy, and efficient. She still has all of my favourite qualities that Current Marinette has, being smart, creative, and strategic. But there’s a lot of differences; Concept Marinette clearly isn’t a goody-two-shoes, for one.

LOOK at this intense look in her eyes. Those are the eyes of someone on a fucking mission. Those are the eyes of someone who isn’t going to let anyone stop her, no matter what. If that means being a wanted criminal and having to avoid the police at every turn, then so be it.

This is a Marinette who’s combined with not only the cute and quirky Marinette we have currently, not only the stern focus we have in Ladybug currently, but ALSO with the TOTAL BADASSERY that was unfortunately cut out altogether in the final production. This Marinette is cute, focused, and sly. And clearly not afraid to hurt anyone, if the state of that officer is anything to go by.

This Marinette never had troubles making friends. She’s ALREADY confident and outgoing. This wasn’t the kind of girl who would sit quietly in class and never make meaningful relationships with her classmates. This is the kind of girl who didn’t NEED magical jewelry to shine. Instead, the magical jewelry found her BECAUSE she shined so brightly.

I mean, seriously, look at this. I don’t know about you, but this isn’t the kind of ballsy attitude you get just because some new kid gave you a pep talk. Clearly she was already born with it, and is assured of her capabilities. This is the confidence of someone who’s BEEN confident for a very long time.

This is the Marinette I’m dying for. This is the kind of main character I would be utterly entranced by. It doesn’t need to sacrifice all the other quirks that we have with Current Marinette, all it does it adds on to her and makes her the type of hero I would have followed to the DEATH as a kid.

This is the Marinette who still designs, who still bakes, who still gardens, who still probably does that adorable butt wiggle thing when she’s excited, who still squeals in delight and still makes handmade gifts for her friends.

And this is ALSO a Marinette who’s broken the law on multiple occasions, will expertly kick your ass in the name of good, super suit or not, is probably BOTH a bad influence and a good influence on the people around her, has powered on and made more connections in the fashion world than other teenagers her age would have had the guts to do, and doesn’t solely use her powers in the face of other magical happenstances. This girl will use her powers on regular old drunkards if the situation calls for it. She has NO mercy, and is perfectly fine on her own.

Of course, she isn’t alone, is she?

The Mini Menace: Ladybug is partnered with another Mini Menace, and his name would be Chat Noir:

Now, don’t get me wrong, as much as I love the Mini Menace concepts of Ladybug and Chat Noir, Beanie Boy here isn’t my favourite concept of catboy.

Believe it or not, my favourite concept art of Chat Noir is the one that’s a good mixture between both Felix and Adrien. A combination of Adrien’s general friendliness, awkwardness, and genuine playfulness, while still having Felix’s emotional distance, willingness to be a little mean-spirited at times, and the capacity to be deceitful.

THIS is my Chat Noir. He’s full of genuine expression that is in no way a façade to win Ladybug over, bright and silly and mischievous. This is a boy who would probably laugh at someone who slipped on a banana peel, but would still get up to help that person back onto their feet, still laughing the entire time. This is also a boy who would make light jokes and tell dramatic stories to make you FEEL as though you’re close friends, even though he hasn’t told you a single thing about himself.

This is a person who knows how to be completely distant while masquerading as an open book.

And I need to add, I LOVE this concept of Adrien, which seems to place somewhere in the beginning when they were transitioning from Felix to Adrien as a character. This Adrien is amicable, smiling in in the company of another friendly face, and has an open expression. This seriously does NOT look like someone who dances around in a skintight leather catsuit at night, breaking the law and provoking policemen. And that’s what makes it brilliant to me.

The ONLY thing that seems similar between Chat Noir and Adrien is that they both manage to stay emotionally distant while putting up the mask of someone who isn’t. The brilliance of this is that they do it in completely different ways.

Current Chat Noir’s openness isn’t a joke, as far as we’re concerned. Current Chat Noir is TRYING to be as open as possible, his attitude is how he really want to be. Concept Chat Noir is different, instead USING that goofy attitude as a shield. He’s still Adrien, but part Felix as well, very attached to their protective bubble and not willing to slip out their cover.

Speaking of Felix, we should dive more into how we connect Felix and Adrien’s vastly different personalities.

To put it simply, Felix is kind of a jerk. And Adrien… isn’t. Felix doesn’t let anybody force him to do anything and will outright tell you to get lost. Adrien’s kind of a doormat and would sooner sacrifice his personal comfort for the sake of other people around him.

Felix is willing to use his bad luck abilities to purposely hurt a girl who has a crush on him simply because she’s walking towards him. Adrien’s the kind of guy who would stand still and let any girl who likes him cling to him like a leech, whether he’s uncomfortable or not. How could you possibly mix those two personalities together?

Well… pretty easily, honestly.

Felix acts out and does pretty mean-spirited things when he’s annoyed or just doesn’t want to deal with things. He’s selfish and cares little for what other people think of him. Adrien does, though. He cares about what other people think, his father especially, and wants people to like him.

This Concept Adrien is still going to be selfish and do mean-spirited things from time to time. He’d probably make use of his misfortune abilities by ruining the days of people who are just plain rude, taking great joy in their misery. That kid from earlier who made some gross comment about girls? Use a little misfortune to tangle his shoelaces together and make him late for class. That teacher who for some reason takes pride in failing his class? Gets his tie stuck in a paper shredder, wonder how that happened. Someone laughs at his use of a cane? I hope you like spraining your ankle and having to use crutches for a little while.

Concept Adrien still really cares about making good impressions to people who deserve it, however, and would refrain from pulling pranks or using his misfortune on those people. Marinette is on that list. She’s probably at the top of the list, honestly. Class president, super popular, probably the most sweetest girl in school, and strong enough to protect all her friends with raw strength alone? Yeah, definitely someone he wants to make a good first impression with.

Concept Adrien is a good person with some gray areas. He might enjoy other peoples’ pain too much, at times, and some of his ‘pranks’ can go a little overboard. His reasoning for helping Ladybug here and there will probably be for personal gain, rather than out of the goodness of his heart, and they won’t be very close to each other. Concept Adrien can be a little manipulative when he wants to be and can trick people into telling him the information he wants to know.

And yet, Concept Adrien is still firmly on the Good Human Being side of the scale. If he hears someone on the city streets in need of true help, he’ll be there. While he remains distant, afraid to tell too much about himself, he still very deeply cares about his friends and will be there for them when he’s needed. And while he has the power of pure destruction and misfortune at his fingertips, he never uses it for anything extreme.

Speaking of powers…

Chat Noir having added powers like this excite me. And I’m really excited by the fact that he’s seemingly capable of calling upon these powers outside of the magic suit— it gives credence to my theory that the original concepts were that Marinette and Adrien are CONSTANTLY infused with magical power. It doesn’t only ever exist when they change into the super suits. All that strength, agility, and their magical powers are well within their capabilities at all times.

I love that Chat Noir’s powers are more diverse. He has more up his sleeve than a simple Cataclysm, like how Ladybug has more than just the Lucky Charm. Ladybug’s also capable of literally restoring any damage caused by another Miraculous.

And, speaking of abilities and Ladybug, let’s dive onto her side now.

This Ladybug doesn’t have new magical powers necessarily like Chat Noir does, but what she DOES have is an entire arsenal of different weapons, all in one yoyo.

This absolutely feels like something more inline with the Ladybug Miraculous, considering it’s literally all about good luck and creation. It makes absolute sense that she should be able to imagine whatever weapon she wants and have it mimicked through her yoyo. Bombs, swords, staffs, and even a shield that’s probably capable of cutting through things like butter. It also falls in line with Concept Marinette’s personality. She’s willing to go to extreme lengths to accomplish her goal, so in comparison to Current Marinette, Concept Marinette would likely think of a whole host of different weapons to help her out.

I mean… remember that scene in Malediktator where Ladybug’s Lucky Charm was a fucking. machine gun. You remember how she just picked the laser pointer off it and threw the gun away? Yeah. Concept Marinette would not have done that.

You guys can probably tell what the common theme of the concept universe at this point is. Darker, more violent, more morally grey, and full of much more weapons, powers, and villains unrelated to magical influence.

There’s SO MUCH more I want to get into, I’m justing dying to delve more into Concept Hawkmoth/Gabriel, the kwamis, Concept Origins, Concept Love Square, Concept Fu, Concept Plot, etc, etc. But at this point the post has run on for much too long. This took me long enough that I had to stop for the night and fall asleep. I’ll expand more if anybody asks, I suppose.

#Maximilian Speaks #answered #anonymous #Original Concepts AU #Miraculous Ladybug #ML #Pre Production Concepts AU #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Marietta Dupain-Cheng #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Mini Menace #long post #Love Square

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cakelanguage · 4 years

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Writing long fics is so intimidating, especially when you don’t receive much feedback for a while, but I pushed past my hesitation and wariness to keep on trucking! Enjoy chapter 6 of my “Dorian as a young boy” fic - he’s finally meeting the rest of the companions.

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Perhaps sneaking into the meeting had been poor judgment on his part, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Not when he was able to speak up for the mages and add some convincing reasons to go after Alexius and his cult.

But knowing that he wouldn't have changed his actions didn't stop the nerves that buzzed underneath his skin as they got closer to the tavern if the ruckus and clanking from inside was anything to go by. It wouldn't be terrible, he'd been scolded many times before and it'd just be another notch on his belt of… recklessness.

Except it wasn't really the same. Varric had been nothing but friendly to him and it left a sour taste in his mouth that he'd tricked the dwarf. He'd definitely apologize to him as soon as Varric started his scolding.

It was also the unknown factor of the Iron Bull. The qunari was friendly enough but he was still a qunari and that alone had warning bells echoing through his skull. He knew the Iron Bull didn't trust him and this wasn't going to build that trust. Especially since the Iron Bull was going to be watching him.

"Hey, I can hear you stewing," Aeren chuckled, "knock it off. No reason to start freaking out."

He huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm not 'freaking out,'" Dorian mumbled. "Just… hoping it isn't too bad."

Aeren hummed and gave a half-hearted shrug. "Never really seen the Iron Bull scold someone, to be honest with you, but he is a leader of mercenaries and I doubt this will be the first time he scolds someone."

"It isn't the scolding part that has me worried," he admitted softly.

Aeren came to a halt, his lips pressed into a thin line. He deftly pulled Dorian to the side of the path, bending down a little to look at Dorian. "Is it because he's a qunari?"

Dorian wanted to say 'no,' wanted to be able to brush his unease to the side but he couldn't. "N-not entirely." He fidgeted under Aeren's gaze, brushing imaginary dirt off his robes. "It's complicated."

He'd tried his best to remain neutral about qunari and the Qun, but that prejudice had wormed its way into his heart bit by bit as the war between the qunari and Tevinter dragged on. It was irrational and he felt every bit of the child he still was at the fear that seemed to seep through the folds of his mind.

It wasn't even Bull he was afraid of, just his people. Not that it made it any better.

Aeren tilted his chin up with a calloused hand. "I'm not throwing you to the wolves, Dorian."

"I know that."

"But you're still scared." Dorian's silence was telling enough and Aeren let out a sigh. "If it is any comfort I'll be right with you the entire time, and I'm sure Varric will diffuse the situation if the scolding gets heavy handed, okay?"

Dorian nodded his head and took a steadying breath. "Alright, let's get this over with."

Aeren grinned and clapped his hands together. "That's the attitude I was looking for!"

Aeren was much too happy at Dorian's begrudging courage than Dorian thought he had any right to be, but he followed Aeren into the tavern nonetheless.

The place was full of people, but not as loud as he expected it'd be. The only place that was really making noise was those that were part of the Herald's party, if Bull's looming figure was anything to go by.

The two of them received a few stares but they were mainly directed at Aeren who seemed almost oblivious to them as he weaved through the room towards the back table. Dorian was glad that the attention was on the Herald and not him.

The group spotted Aeren before they reached the table with Bull's voice booming through the tavern. "Was wondering when they'd let you go from that briefing."

Aeren gave a dramatic sigh, plopping into the spare seat beside the Iron Bull. "Thank the gods for that," he groaned, grabbing a hunk of bread from the center of the table, "always feels like they're gonna keep me there for days."

"Come on now, your Heraldness - those advisors of yours can't have been that bad," Varric ribs, and Dorian shuffles nervously from a few feet away.

Aeren raises his brows, unimpressed. "You've got Cullen who is pushing for the Templars and Leliana who's pushing for the mages and then Josephine and Cassandra keep playing devil's advocate while I'm stuck trying to get one word in." He takes a bite of his roll and points at Dorian. "Maybe it was a good thing that I had an eavesdropper willing to give his two cents."

Dorian felt his stomach drop and cursed Aeren under his breath. So much for not tossing him to the wolves.

Varric turned around in his chair and gave a huff. "Really should've expected that to be honest." He patted the seat beside him. "Might as well join the table, kiddo."

Dorian hesitated for a moment before joining everyone at the table. "In my defense, I at least waited until it seemed like they were leaning towards siding with the Templars," he said, avoiding everyone's searching gaze.

A woman across the table snorted unattractively. "The big-wigs always think they got the big ideas," she said, leaning forward in her seat. "Not a fan of the sparkly mages but I can get behind a bit of rule breaking to say your piece."

Dorian didn't fully understand what the woman was saying but it was nice to have someone on his side.

Aeren groaned. "Don't encourage him, Sera," he whined, "The advisors were already upset that I let him join the meeting."

"O' course not, those advisors of yours got poles up their arses. They think the know best and the fact that they had to listen to a kid must've ruffled their feathers."

Dorian felt like the more the woman talked, the less he understood.

"What I want to know," A man with a full beard said, raising his tankard towards Dorian, "is how he gave Varric the slip."

Varric shrugged. "The kid said he needed to relieve himself," Varric said.

The elf woman cackled. "Whelp good to know that pissing is enough to let you scurry off to crash a meeting."

Honestly, the group seemed more amused than anything else about Dorian's little escapade. This wasn't at all like the scolding he was expecting.

"Oi, don't encourage him," Aeren whined, "I told him he was going to get scolded by at least Varric and Bull - where's the scolding?" Dorian shot Aeren a look. "What? I'm just saying I figured they'd be a little upset."

The Iron Bull took a swig from his tankard. "Doubt he didn't look suspicious listening in on that meeting," Bull commented. "That room has no windows and the walls are thick, he had to have been listening through the door. If anything, Dorian proved those soldiers need to pay more attention to their surroundings." The Iron Bull turned his gaze to Dorian and gave him a long blink.

Dorian couldn't hold back a snort. "Did you just wink at me?" He asked.

The Iron Bull tipped his head back and laughed. "Ha, I told Krem people would get it."

Dorian felt his muscles relax. This was going surprisingly well. He grabbed a roll from the pile and took a bite. A little dry, but it tasted fine. "I just needed to make sure you all weren't going to pass over the mages just because the Templars might be the easier option," Dorian explained.

"So we're recruiting the mages?" The burly man asked.

Aeren nodded. "It makes sense in the long run," he said, "the last thing we want is a Tevinter cult laying their dirty paws all over the mages."

The elf woman groaned. "That means we're gonna have to deal with magic shit."

The Iron Bull hummed. "Means demon shit isn't far behind," he muttered.

“Hey, I’m not a huge fan of all that Fade nonsense either,” Aeren said, “But the Templars would have their own brand of issues too.”

“Lyrium,” Varric said, nodding his head, “We’d need plenty of that.”

Aeren clapped his hands and pointed at Varric. “Exactly, thank you Varric. Now, that we’ve apparently decided to skip over reprimanding Dorian, I feel like introductions are in order.”

Dorian straightened up in his seat. “I’m Dorian of House Pavus, fully certified mage and on my way to becoming an Enchanter,” he said, “how do you do?”

“You’s one of them fancy-britches then?” The elf woman asked, wrinkling her nose.

He shrugged. “I suppose you could say that, but I think most of those people are-”

“Fogeies?”

“I was going to say out-dated but fogey probably works better.”

“Maybe you aren’t so bad little fancy.” She stretched her arm across the table. “The name’s Sera, a Friend of Red Jenny. Always ready to put those big’uns in their place.”

Friend of Red Jenny? Dorian feels like he’s heard of them before, but he can’t quite place it.

The bearded man cleared his throat. “Blackwall,” he said, “A Grey Warden.”

Dorian fought down the desire to question Blackwall on what made a person eligible to join the Grey Wardens since Alexius said the Grey Wardens had refused his plea to allow Felix to join them.

He didn’t know if being happy that Felix wasn’t allowed to join made him a bad person.

“You might’ve met her in the church, but there’s a tall woman who looks like she could squash you like a bug with this prim smile on her face,” Aeren said, “That’s Viviene, she’s an Enchanter.”

“And don’t get her started on the Circle of Magi,” Varric warned, “Or advertise you’re from Tevinter.”

Aeren let out a little hiss. “Oh, yeah best to avoid that whole debacle.”

“Why is she an zealous mage rights activist?” Dorian asked.

“Oh no, quite the opposite,” Aeren said with a wry grin, “She thinks the rebel mages are blinded by their own oppression and don’t consider anyone outside the circle. And then something about people’s fear of magic growing and it being justified.”

“Oh.”

Aeren laughed. “Yeah, she’s intense, but a good mage and she knows the Game or whatever really well.”

Well, Dorian supposed it was good to know what to avoid saying just in case.

“Don’t forget about Chuckles,” Varric chimed in.

“Chuckles?” Dorian asked.

“You’ll know him from the glare,” Sera said with a snigger.

“He’s another elf,” Aeren supplied, “Really smart man, a mage like you. Will tell you all kinds of tales from his journeys in the Fade.”

“And he’s bald,” Sera said.

“And he’s bald,” Aeren agreed. “Solas tends to keep to himself, but he is always willing to share his knowledge.”

“Is that everyone?” Dorian asked.

“Well, that’s the active party, but you briefly met the advisors.” Aeren held up three fingers and started naming them off. “There’s Cullen, a former Templar - he’s the blond one, and while he seems serious it’s pretty easy to break through that tough exterior. Lady Josephine Montilyet, the ambassador and chief diplomat of the Inquisition - she’s an absolute sweetheart and tends to be the middle-ground in our discussions.” He waggled his last finger. “And then there’s Leliana, our spymaster. She finds out everything so it’s best not to try and hide something from her.”

“Right, any more I should know about?”

Aeren looked up at the ceiling as if it might hold the answer to his question. “There’s plenty of people around, but that should be everyone you’ll be dealing with for the most part. If there is anyone else they’ll introduce themselves.” He gestured to the table. “For now, let’s eat before we’re being dragged away again to do something else. I’ve no doubt we’ll be heading back to Redcliffe by tomorrow.”

Dorian nodded his head and let the group’s conversations wash over him. Tomorrow they’d be on their way to confront Alexius. Tomorrow they’d confront Alexius and this Venatori and come out as the victor.

They had to.

#dorian pavus #dragon age kink meme #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fic #dragon age inquisition fic #da:i #dai fic #my fanfic #fanfic #Aeren is a goof at heart #meet the companions #siding with the mages #EVERYTHING IS NICE #no angst in this chapter #... well maybe a little #BAMF!Dorian #my fic

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[...𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶...𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙸𝙳......]

[𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙽𝚘 ]

[𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙽𝚘 ]

[............]

[𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕.]

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[𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚞: ➤ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚐 𝙻𝚘𝚐 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ]

[(𝚈/𝚗)'𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜: (𝚢/𝚗) ➤ 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 ]

[𝙳𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡? 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 ➤ 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙸𝚝𝚎𝚖 ]

[𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? ➤ (𝚢/𝚗) 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 ]

[𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

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You’re here. You’re actually here.

He can’t believe it. Surely it must be a dream...another one, anyway…

Okay. Everything’s fine. Just like we practiced.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” he asks. You shake your head, your (e/c) eyes absorbing the surrounding atmosphere.

“Nope, no trouble. Han dropped me off.”

“Dropped you off?”

“Yeah, he started acting weird halfway up the driveway…” You pause a moment, rolling your eyes skyward to think. “...actually, he’s been acting weird since yesterday. Do you know why?” Yes. “Nah, I dunno.”

“Hmm…”

You’re both just standing there. Standing, standing… What are you doing? This is your house! Take her inside!

“Uh…” He points over his shoulder. “You wanna come in?”

You smile. “I already am inside.”

This makes him smile as well. It’s crazy how just seeing you light up has the same effect on him. He rolls his eyes a bit. “You have more coffee this morning?”

You scoff. “No! Actually...I didn’t have anything at all this morning.”

His smile is gone. “Did you have lunch?”

“No...I woke up late. I told Han to pick me up at twelve, but I totally overslept…”

“Knowing you, that’s probably a good thing. You hardly sleep as it is.”

“That’s totally a lie. I sleep.”

“That’s totally a lie.” He shoots back. You grunt a bit but don’t complain. It’s cute to see you get so worked up about petty back and forth banter, he thinks.

He starts to walk off, motioning for you to follow. “Come on, I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“You mean I’ll fix us something to eat,” you say with a laugh. “You don’t cook.”

“I cook.”

“Just like I sleep.”

He turns from across the island, smirking. “So you admit you don’t sleep.”

“...” You furrow your brows, but your eyes are all sunshine. “Touche.”

It goes on like this for some time, and eventually Felix caves and lets you do the cooking after burning five grilled cheese sandwiches and somehow getting the fourth one stuck to the ceiling. Mom and Dad are not gonna be happy about that--

Thank goodness everyone’s out of the house until September.

“So why’d you stop by the other day?” You ask him while buttering some bread. The two of you figured you may as well make some for the others...if they ever planned on showing up. Felix inwardly sighs. Honestly, what were they expecting him to do? Dip you in his arms like a soldier back from war and make something happen? That wasn’t how things--

“Hey.”

“Hm?” He looks up at you from his perch at the island.

“Why’d you stop by?”

He grins. “I need a reason to come see you?”

This makes you give him a slightly incredulous look and shake your head, your ponytail brushing against your neck. It’s rather wavy today from the humidity after the recent thunderstorms. It looks good on you, the messy-look aesthetic. “No. I was just curious. In case it was something important.”

It was, but he could never tell you that. At least not yet anyway. “Nah, just...stopping by to say hi. And make sure Han wasn’t driving you up the wall.” Totally not because I was planning on asking you out or anything...

“He can barely drive a car.”

“True. He cheated on the exam.”

“No way!”

“Way.”

“How the heck do you cheat on a driver's exam?!”

“You get someone on the inside to administer the exam. Our friend Minho was all for it...but in his defense, he was a little wasted at the time.”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“...Great. Now I can never ride in the car with him again with any peace of mind.” You shake your head, flipping the last sandwich onto a plate. “Don’t tell Jaemin. He’d have your friend arrested and Han’s license taken away.”

“Your brother is a cop?” Great.

“No,” You smile over your shoulder, a simple, cute lopsided grin. It makes his cheeks flush, getting lost in the simplicity of it all. “He works for City Hall. He’s an assistant for the Director of Public Works.”

Even better. “Wow. That’s pretty big.”

“Yeah, I’m proud of him but...I dunno.” You sigh. “I worry about him sometimes...a lot, actually...”

He can see the light escaping your eyes like a cloud blotting out the sunlight from a stained-glass window. He’s gotta change the subject. “Hey, you uh...since the others are taking so long, you wanna take a look at the new game?”

Your eyes light up like fireworks at the suggestion, but then you frown all too quickly. “But...shouldn’t we wait for the others?”

Felix gives you a half-hearted shrug. “It’s not like we’re gonna play it. Just look at the packaging. Maybe do an unboxing video?”

Your delighted gasp is music to his ears, the staccato applause the symphony behind it. “Yes! That sounds great!”

“Great,” he says. “But first things first...eat.”

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[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

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The usual grin you wore grew tenfold as your fingers brush back delicate wrapping paper, revealing a shiny dark purple and black box with fancy gold lettering. An excited squeal leaves your lips as you bounce in your seat on the large area rug, Felix smiling back at you while getting the camera ready for filming.

“You like it that much, huh?”

You give him an over-exaggerated pout. “Of course I do! I’ve been waiting forever for this game to come out! Are you not excited?!”

He chuckles. “I mean, a little, sure. But I have my doubts about the quality given the last game S.M. Entertainment released.”

“You mean Clash of Enforce?”

He blinks up at you in surprise. “...Yeah. I’m surprised you knew that. It wasn’t a popular game, and it got recalled after the first three months for lack of sales and too many bugs.”

You brush your ponytail back, a smug smirk on your face. “Of course I knew that. I’m a gamer girl, after all. ...I ended up returning my copy for a refund though.”

“Smart. Apparently there was a virus that could lie dormant in your system for months, and it could easily leak into other games and cause all kinds of glitches.”

You swallow. You hadn’t known that tidbit. “...Like...save data glitches?”

Felix deadpans you, a serious look in his eye. “Especially saved data glitches.”

You find yourself regretting your choices about six months ago.

But Felix suddenly smiles again, and it’s just enough to put your worries at ease, bringing some color back to your pale face. “Don’t worry. I can run a scan on your harddrive for you, if you like. If we find the virus, I’ll do my best to remove it, or at the very least disable it so it doesn’t spread to anything. It’ll always take up some space in your storage, but otherwise it’ll be like it’s not even there.”

You find yourself nodding, slowly, when there’s a sudden noise coming from the front of the house.

A series of frantic knocking pulls the two of you away from your thoughts, but Felix insists he’ll handle it while you finish setting up the scene for the release video...you’d been so excited about unboxing everything, it was a bit too late to make a video about it now.

It doesn’t take long before a tornado of young college boys are tearing down the hallway and ripping you out of Kansas.

“DETAILS! WE NEED DETAILS!!”

“OH MY GOSH (Y/N) I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!”

“For the record I knew you’d two be a good fit for each other.” B))

“SHUT UP HAN IT WAS JEONGIN’S IDEA! QUIT HOGGING THE SPOTLIGHT ALL THE DAMN TIME!!”

“ME?! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO—“

“NO YOU!!!”

“NO YOU!!!!”

“NO YO—“

There’s a loud POP at the far end of the spacious living room, and Hyunjin and Han both squeak, the forming jumping into the latter's arms as they hold each other for dear life with stunned looks on their faces. Jeongin threw himself beneath the coffee table, and you laugh as all three heads gradually turn to see Felix holding a popped balloon in one hand and a small sewing needle in the other.

“Are we done now? All of you keep it down, you’re going to freak out (y/n) and then we’ll never get another candidate to fill the girl slot. This video is gonna be great publicity for us.”

Hyunjin crinkles his nose. “...What video?”

“The release video, duh!” Jeongin snaps. He turns his attention back to you and Felix, crawling out from under the table. “Enough of that! Give us details already!”

You list your head. “Details…?”

“Yeah! Y’know, are you two an item now or—“

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Felix interrupts, a bitter look on his face. “What are you three going on about?”

You stand, crossing your arms over your chest. “An item? Why would Felix and I be an item? We’re just friends.”

A heavy, awkward silence fills the room as those words leave your lips, the whole attitude of the spacious living area deflating like the popped balloon. Hyunjin suddenly (shyly) excuses himself, walking slow at first and then rushing all at once for the door once he thought he was out of sight. You hear a frustrated scream before he quietly enters again, his face a stiff mask of hidden emotion as he makes a beeline for the youngest of the crew.

He’s whispering, but you can still hear him loud and clear as it’s also a yell: “You got the wrong house! That was neighbors!”

Jeongin’s face crumbles. “Ah...hahah...oops?”

Han rolls his eyes. Felix facepalms, swiping it down his cheeks in annoyance.

“Can we please just get to filming already?”

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[𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

[𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

[𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

❧

“So what did you guys want to talk to me about?” you ask, filling out your character information. Ultrascape has turned out to be a beautiful game so far; high quality graphics, an intricate backstory, and awesome character customizations. S.M. Entertainment had really outdone themselves this time.

But then as you’re trying to select a certain outfit, it suddenly changes into a random one you didn’t want. Then your class is suddenly transferred from Buff Support to Sabotage, and in the space where your name should be, it says, “sUck It lOsErs~”

Your mouth drops agape in empuzzlement.

“Um…?”

Your cursor won’t move.

Han sighs. “This is what we wanted to talk to you about...Felix?”

“I’m on it.” The boy gently takes the controller from your hands, and with a few strange combinations and an override to the system, everything goes back to normal. He hands the pink controller he claims belongs to his sister back to you. “Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. They’re just hackers that have been screwing with us for a while. I reported them two days ago for corrupting my Minecraft account, guess I’ll have to report them here as well…”

“Thanks…” you mutter, carrying on cautiously with your character design. “So...these guys have been messing with you for a long time?”

Hyunjin groans from his spot to your left, shaking his head like a meme. “They’re nothing special. They literally had to steal their name from a Magic the Gathering card because they aren’t smart enough to come up with something cool themselves.”

“Oh really? They have a name?”

“Yeah. Path to Exile. Pfft,” he rolls his eyes. “Lame, if you ask me. Our name is wayyyy cooler than theirs!”

“Path To Exile…” you repeat. You wouldn’t lie, it sounded vaguely familiar... “...I dunno, it sounds kinda cool to me.”

This earns you a shocked shriek to your left and a small gasp from behind you, where Innie is sitting crisscrossed on the sofa.

“(Y/n)! Don’t tell me you’re turning over to the dark side!” Jeongin squeaks. Hyunjin nods his enthusiastic agreement.

“I know it seems fun, but we need you here! With us! We...We need you! How can we be (Y/n)’s Angels without (y/n)?! We love you, (y/n)!” His desperate cries turn into a smirk. “Especially Fe—“

He doesn’t get to finish that thought, because a couch pillow manages to cross the room and silence him just in time. You figure they’re just joking around, anyway, and laugh it off. “Okay, okay, I promise I won’t leave you guys...as long as you’ll have me, that is.”

Hyunjin tosses the pillow at Han, who then curses at him and starts a petty feud you’re mostly used to by now.

“Of course we will! I love having you around!”

“Not as much as me!”

“No me!!”

“No mE!!!”

“NO ME!!!!”

“IT’S ME!!!!!”

“NO IT’S FEL— oW!” Another couch pillow.

Felix grunts, shaking his head as he watches you put the final touches on your character. “Anyway...yes, it’s another gaming troupe that calls themselves Path To Exile. But it’s nothing you should worry yourself over, they’re mainly just…”

“Unpleasantly annoying?” Jeongin offers, mid breaking up the other two.

“Yeah.” He chuckles humorlessly. “Let’s go with that.”

“......” Something is bothering you about the way he’s talking. He’s not telling you everything.

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[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘? ➤𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚐 𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

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“...” With careful breath, you decide to press him further. “You uh...sound like you know these guys on a personal level.”

“......” Felix’s gaze never leaves the 72” flat screen tv, and by now the other three have all paused in their private quarreling to listen as well. “...On a personal level? No. But...I may have met the boy on the other side before...once or twice.”

“Once or...twice?”

He looks away a bit too dramatically, an air of nostalgia coating his words. “It was at a gaming convention...I was still in high school at the time. We both signed up for the tournament, and we’d made it to the final rounds. Near the end of our match, it was clear that I was going to win. There wasn’t enough time for him to gather enough points, no matter what he tried...but in those last few seconds, something changed. First there was a glitch, then just before the clock struck out, his score had grown exponentially. I don’t know what the hell happened, but I just know he cheated somehow. There was no way he could gain so many points in that amount of time, even if he had been pressing buttons like crazy.

“I tried reporting it to the judge, but I was overruled. I wasn’t upset about losing...it was more that I didn’t want some punk walking off thinking he could just cheat his way through life like that. That kinda shit bugs the hell out of me.” He scratches at the side of his neck, an irritable scowl on his face as he continues his trip down memory lane. “After that...I ran into him again at another tournament. I found him picking on some newbies and I approached him about it. Then...we may have gotten into a fight.”

Hyunjin huffs. “So? What’s new? You yell at us all the time.”

Felix sighs. “No, an actual fight. With fists.”

“You engaged in Mortal Kombat with him?!” cries Han. Again, Felix sighs.

“I wouldn’t go that far but...yeah, pretty much. Both got banned and had our titles stripped. That was just before I started college and met you guys...then (y/n).”

“Whoa…” Hyunjin and Han both mumble at the same time.

“So, wait,” Innie pipes up. You realize you’d stopped focusing on your character and make quick work of saving her so Felix can proceed with the game. “Why have you never told us about this before? Also you’ve known Hyunjin and I since high school, asshat.”

“We didn’t start hanging out til after though.”

Hyunjin screeches. “Uh! Rude! I came over twice to work on a school project!”

“You did? When?”

“Junior year, Ms. Kim’s class! Remember? Save the Sea Turtles?”

Felix smirks. “Doesn’t sound familiar.”

Hyunjin’s face settles into something you can only describe as resting b*tch mode. “Fine, I see how it is!” He stands, marching off into the kitchen. “I'll take my compensation through sna—“

You all turn toward the kitchen when the drama king fails to finish his thought. Walking out of the hall he comes in with a sandwich on his head that’s sliding down half of his face, the one that was stuck to the ceiling before, and you all burst out laughing...except for Jinnie, of course.

“Finally,” Han mumbles, pulling out a can of Pringles from his bag. “The shoe’s on the other foot.”

❧

The video and playthrough had gone off without a hitch, minus a few run-ins with Path To Exile; it was no big deal, though, because the five of you had still managed to have a lot of fun, and ended up gaining over two-hundred new fans in the process of filming live...a last-minute idea proposed by Han, which turned out to be his best to date.

You were now sitting in a cab going homebound. Felix and Han both had a late-afternoon class, Hyunjin had to work, and Jeongin was heading back to the dorms to study for finals.

...Path To Exile...something about that name sounds familiar. Where have you heard it before…? And who are they, really? ...Regarding what Felix told you...it didn’t sound like he was completely telling you the truth.

But then, didn’t that make you a hypocrite all over again? After all, you weren’t being completely honest with any of them, either...so why should he be completely open with you?

Your drumming of fingers against the arm rest seems to be driving the driver a bit mad, so you stop with an apologetic smile, snapped out of one thought and into another.

You’re passing a coffee shop you and Jaemin used to regularly visit when Starbucks was closed or overly crowded, back in your high school days and the first year of college, before you’d gotten sick. Jaemin…

And you’re right back to square one again. Jaemin. You’re still so worried about him...it’s been eating at the back of your mind since yesterday.

The driver pulls to a steady stop in front of your house, and you pay the fare and thank him before hustling out and scurrying inside just as it’s starting to rain.

The rain reminds you of Jaemin, when the two of you would jump into puddles on the sidewalk and see who could catch the most drops in their hands. Then as a chill runs down your back from the air vent, you remember the day Felix came over in February, the two of you curling up for hours watching the snowfall.

“......”

You look at yourself in your bedroom mirror. It’s time to make a change. And you know just what to do.

Tomorrow, you were going to visit Jaemin. Tomorrow, you were officially going to become more independent.

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I had a bunch more stuff I wanted to say about Faris and Natalia’s relationship in the Fraldarddyd family AU but I thought it would be easier on everyone to put all my thoughts in one submissions instead of sending a dozen asks this time. Also, lol, I can’t believe I keep coincidentally giving these characters the names of your relatives, what the heck???

Let’s just go over Faris first. He’s a friendly and social guy. He’s obsessed with the stars and can talk about them for hours if given the chance. He’s a smart guy and super politically savvy, perfectly at home in even the most cutthroat political climates. He’s known to be very mischievous and prone to pranks, though the less he likes you then the harsher his pranks can be. He and Natalia are the same age but he’s a couple months younger, which she loves to hold over him especially after he grows taller than her. He and Zain are pretty close despite Zain loving to give his little brother shit whenever possible. I see him being magically gifted, so I imagine him as a Warlock. I see him mainly taking after Claude in terms of looks (I don’t really have a spouse in mind for Claude in this AU so I’m leaving that part kinda vague).

Strengths – Reason, Authority; Weaknesses – Axe, Brawl, Heavy Armor; Budding Talent - Lance

Zain is two years older than Faris and basically anyone who meets him considers him a stern and serious no-nonsense kind of crown prince. This is how he’s like around most people. However he allows himself to relax and show off a much more playful, emotional, teasing side around people he trusts wholeheartedly (his immediate family and a small handful of friends). He resembles his brother in having the same eye color and skin tone, but Zain looks much more rugged and mature. Unlike Faris he is perfectly at home on the battlefield, being a renowned Sniper with plenty of victories to his name. He never became a Barbarossa like his dad cause he’s scared of heights. He enjoys the ocean a ton, so he’s always up for ocean voyages and will take any and every chance to explore coastlines.

Strengths - Bow, Axe, Authority; Weaknesses – Faith, Flying; Budding Talent - Riding

The whole engagement thing between Faris and Natalia is largely unofficial and both sides mainly just want their kids to become close to promote good relations between Fodlan and Almyra. Although things would really work out the best if the pair did become romantically involved but no one is really pushy about it. Especially since Faris and Natalia just do NOT like each other. Honestly the only thing stopping the first meeting between the royal children from being a complete disaster is that both Faris and Zain quickly become attached to Artemis (prince of stealing hearts without even trying). Faris and Artemis latch onto each other since they have so much in common (second princes, good at magic, similar weaknesses, bookworms, etc) while Zain ends up considering Artemis like another little brother while Artemis really look up to Zain (it’s thanks to Zain that Artemis’ budding talent is bows). Also Zain actually ends up being friendly with Natalia too (he likes her strong, honest personality and honestly he finds the disaster that is hers and Faris’ relationship hilarious, plus she thinks he’s super cool and likes sparring with him). So it’s literally just Natalia and Faris at odds with each other.

“If you like Artemis so much, why don’t you marry him instead?!” “Maybe I will!” “Fine!” “Fine!” “FINE!” “FINE!!!” *Zain and Artemis in the background, talking about their favorite desserts and not getting involved in their siblings’ fight*

“Claude I’m starting to doubt if this will work out. The two of them hate each other.” “Well Felix hated you plenty for a few years and look at you now. Adorable little lovebirds, a love story perfect for the bards to sing of!” “Listen here you little-” “Felix please.”

In order to try and help Natalia and Faris get along they’re both sent to visit each other’s homeland a bunch over the years. Occasionally the whole family goes but the rulers can’t keep running off all the time. So most of the time it’s Natalia (and Artemis because Natalia barricaded herself in her room until her dads agreed to let her take Artemis along “to see that stupid Faris’ face”) visiting Almyra for several weeks and then a little while later it’s Faris visiting Fodlan, particularly Faerghus, for several weeks (only bringing Zain when he’s in a particularly bad mood thanks to Natalia since Zain keeps making fun of him otherwise).

Faris is kinda sorta okay when he’s in Faerghus, even though it’s absurdly cold most of the time. Hell, every time he thinks he’s wearing enough the weather proves him wrong. Natalia keeps laughing at him when he has to dress up like a marshmallow in order to go out in Faerghus winters. Natalia is very brutal in snowball fights…RIP Faris. He definitely prefers to stay inside by the fireplace, though Natalia is insistent on dragging him outside. It usually ends in him spending the last few days of his stay sick in bed.

Natalia, like Dimitri, is dead in heat so every time she goes to Almyra she spends around a week just laying on her bed wearing as little as proper manners will allow. Faris alternates between “helping” by practicing his ice magic on her or otherwise relying on her need to do better than him to goad her into playing with him. Though he had to lay off on that after Natalia got heatstroke once.

Natalia considers it a personal insult that her beloved horse absolutely adores Faris when he’s usually very picky about who he allows near him (“Ares, how could you do this to me?!” *neighs* “Oh don’t give me that attitude young man!”)

Faris, in the meanwhile, is not pleased by how his retainers-in-the-making are absolutely smitten with Natalia (“Did you see her in yesterday’s spar with the new recruits? She could break my spine and I’d thank her.” “Please, sweet embrace of death, come for me.”)

Artemis and Zain start being regular pen pals as they compare archery notes, seek advice from one prince to another, talk about recent events in their homeland and in their lives, and complain about their siblings/commentate on whether or not they’ll get together.

“I don’t know, Zain, after that incident with the birds Sister said, and I quote, ‘The next time I see that scrawny piece of *ahem* garbage, he’s dead. Almyra will be down a prince and they’ll be all the better for it.’ So I’m saying no.” “I’d agree with you, especially since Faris has been disturbingly interested in researching dark magic after eating those ‘super special Faerghus delicacies’ Natalia brought last time. But for as social as he is my brother is normally never so obsessed with anyone, so I think we may have a romance for the ages on our hands, my friend!”

The two of them play PLENTY of stupid pranks on each other over the years. Sometimes they flat out got into physical fights with each other. The people of Fodlan and Almyra have long since gotten used to the sound of Faris and Natalia yelling at each other and then the sound of crashing and punching.

That being said, not everything was bad between them. That one time Natalia got heatstroke, Faris was genuinely apologetic and worried about her and kept her company while she was bedridden. Likewise Natalia does feel bad when she keeps getting Faris sick while trying to show off Faerghus to him and will read him adventure stories to pass the time. Also I love the idea you mentioned of Faris trying to help Natalia get over her low spice intolerance (to mixed results, Natalia’s just glad she no longer downs an entire pitcher of water on her own after eating Almyran food). One time when a Faerghus noble child made a snide remark about Faris being Almyran, Natalia tackled the brat to the ground.

Faris, holding a tissue to Natalia’s bloody nose: “I thought you didn’t like me.” Natalia, very obviously confused: “??? What does not liking you have to do with you being Almyran?” Faris: “Heh, I suppose you’re right for once.”

“Zain, I think I want to change my opinion. Sister and Faris may have more of a chance than I originally thought.” “What did I tell you, Artemis? Romance for the ages…”

As the years pass and Natalia and Faris both grow and mature and mellow out, the two of them start to consider each other friends. They speak more, debate more, discuss their interests more, and slowly start to enjoy spending time together. Eventually it gets to the point where the two of them joke around about their kinda sorta engagement to each other. Natalia singing the absolute worst love songs while Faris writes the cheesiest poetry and love letters imaginable. Calling each other cutesy pet names, those kind of shenanigans.

Honestly, they mostly do it just to fuck with poor Zain and Artemis, who didn’t ask for this bullshit but are stuck with it anyways.

“Artemis, I need you to kill me, I can’t tolerate them anymore.” “Come now, Zain, it’s not so bad! Hey, why don’t we go for a ride on Altena? That always calms me down!” “I cannot stress enough how much I would rather die than do that…” “What are you trying to say about my sweet Altena, huh?” “Would you stop taking it as an insult against your wyvern every time?!”

Natalia starts teaching Faris about fighting with lances. And Faris helps Natalia grow more used to handling politics.

Honestly, there was something special growing between them for quite some time after they started getting along better, but neither of them really recognized what it could be. But they kept getting closer and closer as time passed. At public events they stuck by each other’s side and often danced together. They were seen going off on rides together or just taking walks while talking.

Faris is the first one to recognize his feelings when he comes along to help Natalia out with a skirmish. The pair make a great team in battle, covering for each other’s weaknesses well. Faris, too exhausted after a large number of enemies surrounded him, is almost taken down from behind when Natalia saves him. His joke has a fair amount of relief and gratitude in it when he says “Thanks for the help, sweetheart!” But WOW when Natalia turns to him with the most dazzling smile on her face, looking like she practically glowing with the sun behind her, Faris feels like his heart stops. “Anytime, honey!” And Faris just keeps staring after her as she rushes off after another enemy.

Natalia was always pretty but Faris has never actually acknowledged how pretty until that moment. And his heart won’t stop racing, her smile and voice still in his head. And oh fuck, oh shit, he knows exactly what this is…

“Zain, you umm…you wouldn’t happen to know when the next visit to Fodlan is, would you?” “…Why do you ask, my dear little brother? :))))))” “…Are you going to tell Arty about this?” *Zain, pulling out a piece of parchment and quill* “What gives you that idea????”

Faris regrets everything when his parents and brother don’t let him live it down that he’s now realized he’s in love with Natalia. “Whatever happened to ‘I’d rather become a hermit and die alone and unloved on a barren mountain than ever marry her’ Faris? Seven-year-old you was soooo dramatic!” “Father, please.”

Things don’t change too significantly after Faris’ realization. But there are changes. He’s noticeably softer around Natalia, smiling gently around her or going along with her wishes more easily. Most of his pranks towards her tone down to being things that give her pleasant surprises. The most significant change comes from the love letters and poems purposefully written badly for jokes slowly becoming more sincere sounding and really sweet.

Natalia doesn’t know what to make of the changes. They’re odd but she’s more surprised by how much she enjoys it. She even reads Faris’ letters and poems over and over well into the night. A warm and peaceful feeling spreads through her every time she gets a new letter from Faris or he holds her closer than usual during a dance.

She doesn’t realize it’s love until sometime later when she visits Almyra. Faris is so bright and excited as he drags her outside in the dead of night because the skies are so clear that you can see way more stars than normal and it’s soooo beautiful. Faris happily explains the stories behind all the different constellations and laughs so happily recalling some of his favorite tales. Natalia stares and stares at him and thinks that she could watch him smile and laugh like that forever. At some point Faris starts holding her hands and pulls her close to him as he keeps pointing out constellations and telling her stories. And Natalia tries so hard to concentrate on his words but all she can focus on is his hands and how warm they are and so much bigger than hers and how she wants him to keep holding her and-Oh. Ooohhhh…Oh fuck…

“So, Sister, you enjoyed your last visit to Almyra a lot, didn’t you?” “Hmm? What gave that away, Artemis?” *Natalia, lying on her bed surrounded by all of Faris’ letters and poems to her, giggling to herself as she reads them* “…Just a hunch.”

“Felix, it seems Claude was right. He tells me Faris is rather obviously smitten. And it’s easy to tell Natalia is in love. While I’m sad at how quickly the children are growing up, it’s wonderful to see them so happy, isn’t it?” “Uh-huh yeah sure, do you think this blade is sharp enough or should I take it back to the blacksmith? I want it ready before the Almyrans come visit next month.” “…Why are you-?” “You know damn well why.” “Felix.”

“Well it seems you and I will get to call each other ‘brother’ soon enough, Artemis! Or well, hopefully soon enough. It depends on how long it takes our stubborn siblings to take those final steps.” “Agreed. But I’ve already thought of you as my brother for a long time now, Zain. We’ve known each other for so many years! Your one of my dearest friends and my brother in all but blood. :)” “…” “??? Zain, are you crying-?” “*sobs* NO, I’m not!”

#submission #anon #fraldarddyd family au #oooOOOOO IM IN LOVE WITH THIS..... IVE BEEN REREADING A LOT WHILE IT SSAT IN MY INBOX!!#my fave parts: ares betraying natalia (LMAO OMG I KINDA JUST. DIED)#zain and artemis' letters are fantastic and i love watching the Journey #and ofc natalia and faris' developing relationship bc guess who DIED whilst reding it!!!#by the end i had my head in my hands!!! they are so sweet..... i CARE THEM.....#and ofc dima and felix in the bg..... good dads. sword ready dad in felix's case #but good dads all the same #anyway pls understand that i adore this #so much WHEW #i am going to bed CONTENT tonight!!#ty so much anon i owe u my life...

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