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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 3

Summary: Curtis doesn’t like anyone touching you

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, violence, oral sex (M receiving), sixty-nine, a bit of voyeurism (get used to that, it’s a small area), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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You look back at Curtis, as he stares at your body, up and down. Enough to make heat rise up your cheeks, and you bashfully turn back to play with the kids. Unbeknownst to you, he has to tug at his jeans. He wasn’t aware of how seeing you sweetly playing with Timmy and the other kids was going to make him feel.

Edgar follows Curtis’ eyesight to you, and giggles, but Gillian smacks him up side the head for Curtis. “He should be feeling that way,” Gillian says with authority, causing Curtis to look at him quickly. “What? She’s sharing your bed. Talk of the train, you’re not exactly quiet when you have your midnight fun.”

“They’re not having sex,” Edgar laughs again, this time causing Tanya to pull him by his ear.

“Why not?” Curtis only shrugs at Gillian, continuing to look down at a hand drawn map of the tail. “Do you not want to?”

“Oh he wants to. I hear it all night, I’m gonna empty this side of the train, so I can hear every single...”

“Edgar, shut up!” Curtis basically yells at him. “It’s bad enough to know you’re underneath me, but everyone else is around.”

“They always were,” Tanya gives him an incredulous look. “Eighteen years we’ve been on this train. You’ve heard it too.”

“It’s not that simple. She deserves something special. Not an audience for her first time. And…never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

Gillian gives him a smile, running his arm up and down, mocking a director for music, “You want a ceremony?”

“There’s been several men that make comments to her. I want it to be known we belong to each other. Is that a crime?”

“Oh, how romantic,” Tanya’s eyes shine brightly at Curtis. She never knew it was going to take your mother dying for the both of you to open up about how you valued each other. She knew how you had crushed on Curtis, but also how he kept you at a distance, siting how you were too pure for him.

It’s true, you would make a suitable wife for Curtis. He had a bit more hope within him now. Even talks about wondering what it was really like off of the train. He no longer wanted to be here, because he wanted a future, and one with you.

You toss the ball between the kids, giggling and laughing at them. Wishing that it would be closer to time for the protein block, if only to take Curtis to bed.

The door had opened so quietly, and normally there was a big show for anyone from the front to make an appearance, that you didn’t even realize they were there. Definitely didn’t see Mason asking a few people where you were. With a point out to you, she nods, letting the guards come with her. You shoo the kids away, and start to run yourself, looking for Curtis only to see his back towards you when a guard grabs your arm. He holds you close, wrapping a hand around your mouth so you can’t scream out.

Claude pulls out a measuring tape, and pulls it over your body. Around your waist, and even pulls down you shirt, exposing your chest, when she just sighs.

Edgar finally looks up from his perch, tapping on Curtis, “Uh…Aspen.”

Curtis is standing up so quickly, seeing everyone with their hands on you, he pushes past everyone. Barreling a few people to the side, almost to your side, when the butt of the gun hits him hard in the head, “Let her go!”

“Curtis, I have no intentions of keeping her.”

Claude wraps the tape around your chest, moving down to your waist again, when she tells the scribe behind her the results. “Let. Her. Go.”

With a snap of Mason’s fingers the guard slings your body down to Curtis. He pulls back, looking over your face, “Did they hurt you?” shaking your head no, he gives you a hard kiss to your forehead, and Claude smiles an evil grin. His arms hold you close to him, and you feel his blood pulsing so hard with anger, even with the layers of clothes.

“Told us everything we need to know,” Claude turns to walk away, but Mason remains.

“You better be glad she was here, and things are in order, so it is. Keep it that way, and you will live, yes? Remember young Aspen, Wilford is divine. We’ll return, and I expect full compliancy.”

“You touch her again, and I’ll gut you like a fish!”

She clicks her tongue looking at Curtis, unable to see you with how tightly you cling to him, “This is the way, so it is. Don’t threaten me though. I mean no harm to your…what shall we call you? Girlfriend? Wife? Mate? Cunt?” Curtis let’s out a low growl, and if it wasn’t for you in his arms, he would have charged at her. “Remember your place Curtis Everett, you are the tail. And I hope for yours and her sake, she’s more than just a cunt. You’ll be seeing us again. Don’t get too comfortable.”

As soon as Mason leaves, Curtis pulls you back to look at you, pulling down any bit of clothing to check to see if they had hurt you, “They just measured me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did they say anything?” you shake your head no, kissing you hard on the lips, when he goes to stand. Leading you into your bunk for a moment before meal time.

Closing the curtain, he takes off his hat, and that’s when you see it, “Curtis, you’re the one that’s hurt. Let me go get some water.”

Curtis grips firmly to your arm, shaking his head no, “No, just stay here. I’m fine. You promise they didn’t hurt you?”

“I promise. It was weird, but they didn’t. Let me do something to help,” he lifts up an eyebrow, but you shake your head no, “That’s for me. Not you.”

“Don’t you dare think, that I don’t get anything out of my fingers pumping in your wetness,” he opens the curtain, giving a quick look around before he’s back looking at you. The curtain seeming thicker than it actually is sometimes. You just had to get used to someone always being around. “No one is here.”

His fingers run down your shirt, upon reaching the bottom, he pulls it off of you. Just a small t-shirt left and you’re bare to him. Not giving him a chance to pull it off, you do it for him. His eyes intake the soft curves of your breasts, reaching for you to move closer him, and when you do, his hands grope both your tits, and you whimper at him.

“We’re just getting started, Aspen. You’re gonna have to learn to stay calm.”

“This is calm for me. I want…”

“Gimme a minute,” he pinches at your nipples. Rolling each pebbled peak in between his fingers, envisioning what that pretty necklace would look like settled between your breasts.

Pulling you to him, his eyes stare unblinking at you before his mouth fully engulfs around your tit. Your body writhes around with the feeling. Your hips starting to grind over him. Sticking out his tongue, he creates a trail to your other tit. Rolling the nipple in between his teeth. Enjoying the show you’re putting on for him and his hard cock.

“I wanna taste you, too. Let me, help you relax.”

“Okay,” he answers pulling off your tit with a pop. “You think you can handle it? One of these days my cock is going to replace my fingers.”

“Curtis.”

“Shimmy on down there. Take me out.”

“I wanna see you, too,” your fingers connect to the bottom of his shirt, and he helps you pull it off. It was the first time you had seen each other with this little amount of clothes on, and he was beautiful.

Muscular and toned despite your meager meals. A few scars from past fights, and you can’t help but to lean forward and kiss over them. Thanking him for most of these scars, because they were to protect you. Sinking lower with each kiss, until you’re lined up with his pants.

Pulling them lower, just so you can kiss on his patch of hair, leading to heaven, “You’re gonna have to quit teasing,” his fingers pull at the buttons on his pants, and he reassigns his weight to pull them down. Leaving you with his giant cock bouncing in front of your face.

Overwhelmed isn’t even the word. Complete awe at his length and girth, much thicker than the two fingers he’s managed to stretch you out with. You nuzzle your nose against him, before kissing up and down his length. Planting nasty open mouth kisses on his length, looking up at him right as you kiss his tip. Curtis has to gulp, centering himself, because you’ve barely done anything, and he’s ready to cum. Telling himself to calm down.

“Am I doing a good job?” you ask coyly before using his cock to paint your lips. Circling your tongue around his spongy tip, taking it in your mouth before sinking down.

“Holy shit, you’re doing great. Where did you learn how to do that?” you just playfully shrug at him, starting to bob over his glorious member. “Please don’t tell me you’re getting pointers from Cheryl?”

Hollowing your cheeks, and flattening your tongue, you swallow as much of him as you can. Your eyes fill with tears when his tip hits the back of your throat. Your free hand cups his balls, and you feel him twitch in your mouth, “You minx! You did get tips from Cheryl. Thank you Cheryl!” he screams out to the train.

Pulling him out of you, your lungs scream as oxygen rushes to him. Even the thick salvia that drips on Curtis, turns him on, “Thanks so much Cheryl,” he whispers cupping your cheek. “While this feels great, I’ve got a better medicine for me.”

“Anything!”

“Take off your pants, and sit on my face,” you move away from him, your tits jiggling at the sudden movement, and you shake your head. “She failed to mention that huh? Sit on my face, and you can still suck my cock, while I eat that pretty pussy. I wanna see it in the daylight.”

“Curtis, I don’t know.”

“I won’t make you, but I promise, you’ll enjoy it,” you bite at your lip, and struggle to get out of your jeans, realizing this is officially the first time that Curtis has seen you naked. Not wanting you to be alone he fully undresses himself.

“C’mere,” his voice low and raw. He holds your hand, as you crawl over his face, “I want you to drown me, Aspen. Don’t you dare do anything but smother me,” wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulls you down onto him and you moan out loud at the feeling.

His tongue hot and muscled running over your clit. His right hand, pushes on your back remembering you’ve got a job to do as well. Leaning down, you take his giant cock in your mouth, and keep things at the speed his sinful tongue is going. Your hands wrapped around him, fisting lower on his cock, while you bob on top of him.

The both of you working in tandem working each other over, and feeling more pleasure than you thought possible. Stuffed with Curtis tongue, and his cock, and you can only dream of what actual sex would feel like with him. “Curtis, I want you in my pussy,” you manage to choke out.

“Yeah, put it in her pussy.”

“Goddammit would you sons of bitches go away,” Curtis screams out, pushing your sloppy cunt away from him is the last thing he wanted. “Soon, Aspen. Soon, not right now, because I want you to make all your pretty sounds when I spilt you open. And not those assholes out there listening. Okay? Just let me get it set up.”

He shoves himself back into your warmth. Slurping up your juices like a man starved. Your own mouth working over him, cheeks going a bit numb with how full he is, and now you’re back to being scared that he’ll never fit.

Curtis gives a little nibble to your bundle of nerves, and you yell out over his cock. Your body convulsing, gushing out over him. Overwhelmed you try and continue your motion, but Curtis fucks up into you, as he feasts on your release. Tired and exhausted, you were happy again when his spunk shoots to the back of your throat and you hum at the feeling.

Curtis is able to pull you right back up to him, and he wipes off the excess bit of his seed, pressing his finger in your mouth to suck it off.

“You were amazing, my sweet Aspen.”

“Curtis, you’re gonna hurt me.”

“I would never.”

“No, my,” not in the heat of things, you bashfully look at his bare chest, “My pussy.”

“It’ll sting, but I don’t want to hurt you. It’s a pleasured pain,” he pulls the covers over the two of you, bringing you closer to his body, “Shh, take a nap. I’m sure we can come up with something beside sex for now. Did you have fun?”

“Mhmm,” looking up at him, you give him a chaste kiss. But the taste of you on his mouth makes the kiss needier, and he reciprocates. Pulling you over top of him, as the two of you drown in each other’s lips.

“Aspen,” he tries to talk in between kissing, “Aspen, baby. You need your rest. And you’re about to make me hard again, and we can’t do that right now.”

“You feel so good,” readjusting your legs to straddle his, your cunt presses up against his abs.

“Later, I’ll let you have fun doing that. Just that greedy little pussy riding my abs. But for now, take a nap with me.”

“You promise?” he nods his head, knowing he’s making a lot of promises to you and none of them he intends to break.

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ultramarine-spirit · 2 years

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One of the things I love most about Lucas is that he has absolutely nothing to do with Lovely Princess. I love that Athy stayed with someone who didn't hurt her in her past life or was involved. (LET'S ignore he tried to kill her when she was a child lol)

Me too! In manhwas, it always makes me feel a little bothered when the ML was involved in making the FL miserable in her first life, even in the ones where she isekais (so no reincarnation) and he "just" treated the FL's character bad.

Lucas is different than the rest, he doesn't have a history in LP, that's also one of the reasons why Athy feels so comfortable with him. I would also argue that Athy got so far in life precisely because of Lucas (a pretty universal opinion, I know lmao. But let's be real, she and everyone would be 10 times dead without him). And the manhwa and novel are pretty explicit in that Lucas loves Athy not because it's "his role", he also doesn't like the Athys from the other dimensions because they are not our Athy, and doesn't even like the idea of the clone Athys! This might be controversial, but out of all the male characters, I think Lucas has treated Athy the nicest (after Felix, though I have a bone to pick with LP!Felix /j) and is legitimately the one who respects her the most (that scene in the novel where he tells her she doesn't have to feel forced to be with someone just because they like her is SO good, don't get me started. And how he just respects her wishes all the time, doesn't dare to touch her even when Athy kadebon-ed him, does things he doesn't agree with just for Athy's sake—).

As a side note, I have read people blame LP!Lucas for eating Blackie and leaving Athy without magic (this is only explicitly canon to the novel btw). And while yeah, that was shitty of him, it also indirectly saved LP!Athy's life. Why? Because that much mana would have crushed her heart, just like it almost happened in WMMAP (and again, Lucas saved her, though in a less asshole and more purposeful way lmao). You think LP!Claude would have cared enough to try to save her from her mana excess? No way. So yep, not that asshole of Lucas! /j

And about trying to kill her when he met her... well, that's Athy's type /j. If it helps, he feels absolutely terrible about it. The novel has a chapter dedicated to it where Athy is like, "btw were you trying to kill me back then? lol" and Lucas is like, "Nah those were normal bubbles I swear, you are imagining things" but inside he was feeling awful lmao.

They are the best, I think.

#Mari rants and accidently starts writing a meta #i do have like a 2K words doc analyzing lucathy from a character and narrative stand point and why its so great lol #but that's between me and god (Athy)#wmmap #lucathy #wmmap lucas #lucas wmmap #wmmap meta

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nullbutler · 1 year

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Do you have any Alois headcanons

HI HI THANKS FOR THE ASK! I have a number of them!! I'll try to categorize them best I can! (Design, Relationships, Backstory, Extra)

DESIGN <3

AS YOU CAN KINDA SEE FROM MY ART...I like to draw him with slightly longer, wavier, curlier hair. This isn't just to differentiate how he looks next to Ciel, but it kinda emphasizes his more 'high-energy' nature

I really do think my favorite part of his anime-design are his eyelashes, so I try to preserve those!

ALSO I DONT KNOW IF THIS COUNTS AS A HEADCANON BUT!! He's got such an interesting color scheme if you look at it from an analytical point of view. here, see-

You can see, his outfit (specifically his tie/vest) are green when he was a kid, as in before the 'incident' took place.

Around the time that he is a new earl/chronologically speaking the former Earl Trancy is still alive, he wears red. Red is a direct contrasting color to green. Red is also the color of that god forsaken kimono (but also, additionally, this outfit here)

His clothes in the current/majority of the story are this sort of reddish-purple, with a green vest. This, in a way, shows that he has reclaimed some of his original self, but he's still wearing something reddish -- the past is not gone. It should also be noted that, while black, Claude has a reddish undertone, and Hannah has a blue scheme. Hannah wants to save Alois, and Claude wants to drive him to ruin. They clash, and he wears a purple coat.

And, at long last, when he finally accepts Hannah's love for him, he is in Ciel's body. And what is Ciel? Blue!

THAT WAS LONG BUT I'VE BEEN SITTING ON THAT RANT FOR A WHILE! I might repost it, is just find it so damn interesting!

Onto the other stuff!

RELATIONSHIPS <3

Part of the reason he hates Hannah so much is this innate '6th sense' he's been shown to have (he's actually quite good at reading people!). He can tell she's deceiving him in...some way. So he doesn't trust her one bit!

Another reason is because, genuinely, he feels like she's trying to distract Claude away from him. While I don't ship them, I think the story has much more depth when he's portrayed/interpreted as having a one-sided crush on Claude. Erasing that, or at least erasing the codependency of that relationship (whatever form it might take), is to the story's detriment. Even if you don't think Alois wants to kiss Claude, it's undeniable that he has an unhealthy bond with that spider demon.

Also, part of the reason I even ship cielois is because they have such a unique and interesting dynamic of 'I'm/you're the only other person who understands, yet we are so incapable of showing it.' I think if there was ever anyone who could get on Ciel's level, it would be Alois.

BACKSTORY :(

it's kinda shown in my fic moth wings, but I believe Alois was probably ostracized a bit by the other boys in his situation

I always saw 'Alois' as a concept he grappled with for a number of years. First Alois was like a persona he 'went into,' but later on, he just became more and more of his expression of himself. And, later, an expression of revenge and anger at the rest of the world

He definitely has some memories issues/a bad memory. I wouldn't be surprised if he only really recognized Luka in dreams, or went weeks without thinking about his face.

Also! Since he had to look after Luka, he is/was surprisingly good at taking care of himself.

Someone brought up the headcanon that Luka and him were Irish, and that was part of the reason the village hated them. While I think that's super interesting, I don't know enough about that history to fully adopt it!

EXTRA!!

He absolutely hates other rich people. I think he knows he's going to die soon, so he wants to basically...fuck with as many people as he can. he had little to no qualms destroying that entire ballroom/the nobles trapped inside because...they're just nobles! eat the rich!

He was also...so eager to put on that dress HGJAJ Gender Non-Conforming AF and I love that for him. if he was in a modern setting, I honestly think he'd be perfectly happy with any/all pronouns.

He's also a lot more animated than Ciel. Even during a quiet scene, he's most-likely tapping his heel or fidgeting with something

#alois trancy #headcanons #I probably have more #long post #asks #answered

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shadowshrike · 1 year

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3 Hopes: A Lord's Downfall

Since 3 Hopes is all about tradeoffs and choices, I thought it would be fun to write up how the 3 Hopes lords could be seen as cautionary tales of different leadership types. Their imperfection is shown in the contrast between how they garner support and where, in a non-storybook world, they might fail to deliver in the end.

Disclaimer: This is just a fun thought exercise about the hypothetical problems with these types of leaders, not a personal endorsement of or attack against any of them. I know lord discourse is all the rage, but please keep things chill.

Edelgard - The Inspirational Radical's Endless War

Charismatic and easy to rally behind, this kind of leader's message is straightforward. Simple, even. We must end The Bad Thing™ to improve your lives.

It appeals to common sense, peoples' desire to assign blame, and their hunger for justice or revenge. It makes them feel like the inherent unfairness of their world could be made fair if someone tried hard enough. And now they have a leader who can do that.

But then, you win. And the world is still a messy place because ending The Bad Thing™ was never a fix-all answer. This leader still wants to do good, to fix what ails those they lead, but their platform is built on external responsibility for their people's suffering. What is left but to find another enemy?

First, it is TWSITD. Then the Church. Then the Kingdom and Alliance. Many could be turned on next if reform stagnates. Nobles who step out of line. Foreigners who are deemed too influential in Fodlan. Commoners called too lazy to reach their potential.

Ultimately, the Inspirational Radical relies on a battle of morality between Us and Them to unify. It can spark loyalty and change but also perpetuates conflict when that change doesn't live up to the perfect utopia they promise.

Dimitri - The Servant Leader's Endless Toil

This leader believes in the people's voice above all. They will lower themselves to stand alongside those they rule, listening to every quibble, no matter how small, and try to fix it.

They are idealistic about their personal responsibilities but realistic about what they expect from others. They inspire their followers by preaching it's the duty of the "haves" to help the "have nots" until those categories are eradicated, leading by example.

This leader's changes are slow but effective. Yet, for all their steps forward, the people are never satisfied. They ask for more speed, more goods, more power, more fairness. And as is human nature, they are selfish and shortsighted, wanting for themselves before their neighbors.

Protecting the Church. Seeking justice for Duscur. Stabilizing the country. Improving relations with Sreng. Elevating commoners. Removing reliance on Crests. A neverending pile of conflicting priorities is doomed to crush them as they seek to own blame for every imperfection.

The Servant Leader will inevitably collapse from the strain of shouldering the strife of all their followers. When they do, no one can fill the thankless role they leave behind because it requires living for nothing but the people they serve.

Claude - The Ignorant Dreamer's Endless Maze

This leader can see a perfect world off on the horizon. A beautiful one where people could all work together if they only acted rationally and kindly to others.

It's pleasant and easy to speak of, appealing to those who want to believe in a peaceful resolution to life's ills, where common ground can be found if everyone tries hard enough. However, their fantasy is incomplete and unclear, hampered by ignorance.

Over time, reality sets in. They make sacrifices in the name of that big dream with the promise that it's for the greater good. Their cloudy vision can't stand up to the dogmatic drive of other leaders, so they incrementally warp their ideals and dream to fit reality until it only half resembles where they started.

Almyran peace is sidelined. Power is consolidated. Friendships weaken while appeasing conflicting desires. Distrust is sown within their own borders with the Archbishop's death. More war seems inevitable, though they march onward, believing in the slim hope it will end.

The Ignorant Dreamer remains a beacon to others through message alone. They forever drag their people through an ever-more-complex maze in hopes of finding a dwindling exit that leads to that utopian dream they sell their followers.

#fe3h #few3h #fire emblem 3 hopes #fire emblem 3 houses #claude von riegan #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h lords #essay

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sfigatino · 1 year

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Chapter 1 - Pinky Promise

Pinky promised I was quitting, pinky promised that I wouldn't love somebody if they didn’t. I'm a girl with big ambitions, but did I listen? No, no, no, no. They're tortured and I wouldn't understand it. Plus they got a lot of unexamined father-son baggage. They don't wanna talk about it, is that a challenge?

“Girl, why do you always fall for guys who are way out of your league?” Alina raised an eyebrow as they walked to school.

“I don’t know, it’s not my fault Nathan exists, and he’s gorgeous, and there’s nothing I can do about it.” Marinette groaned.

“Come on, you pinky promised you were quitting.” Alina raised an eyebrow.

“Emotions are freaking hard to control, Lina.” Marinette grumbled. “And actually, I pinky promised I wouldn’t love somebody if they didn’t. Technically, this is just a crush. He doesn’t love me back anyway.”

“Go ahead and tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, but girl, he’s so out of your league.”

“I know.” Marinette grinned. “This sucks.”

“Good morning, ladies.” Nathan came up from right behind them and Marinette had to keep from jumping out of her skin. How much had he heard? “How are the loveliest ladies on this side of the street doing?” It was a nice compliment, they were the only students on that side of the street so it was a safe one, but Marinette couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks at that second.

“Uh… I’m g-good, Nathan! T-Thanks!” Marinette smiled helplessly before noticing the fact that his gorgeous jaw that could cut paper was abnormally tense. “Are you o-okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He looked back at her with a smile on his face, classic model style.

“Oh, uh… I-I thought you looked s-stressed, so I thought I’d ask…”

“I’m just stressed. Y’know the deal, good old father-son baggage I lug around everywhere, you wouldn’t understand.”

“W-well, I’d be glad to listen if y-you wanted to vent to a s-stranger.” Marinette offered, still trying to get the blood to drain from her face.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, but thanks. See you lovely ladies in class, ‘kay?” He smiled and passed them, running off to say hi to some of the other guys he hung around with a lot.

“Girl, what was that?” Alina smirked, eyebrows raised.

“I don’t know, he just came out of nowhere and he looked stressed and I just messed things up again!” She screeched, burying her face in her hands as they got to the edge of the curb.

“Mari, that sounded like a flirt. He’s totally into you.” Alina smiled satisfactorily.

“Wait… what?”

Oh, oh, oh, oh, funny I could pick 'em in a line up, line up. Pretty certain I could do it with my eyes shut, eyes shut. A little self-obsessive and I sign up, sign up.

“Marinette!” Alina whisper-shouted. “Stop staring at Nathan and finish your test.” Mari turned and looked at Alina, and the corner of her eye caught Felix rolling his eyes as he turned the page in his book.

“Sorry, sorry.” She muttered back, turning back to her test. In fairness, Nathan was distracting. He had already finished his test, and now he was whispering quite animatedly to his desk partner, Claude, about the latest in sports news or something, Mari wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation. “How do you do this?”

“You want me to answer your questions for you? Not a chance.” Alina raised an eyebrow.

“No! Survive in a room where he is right there and actually finish your test?”

“Oh, easy. He’s not my type.” Alina shrugged with a smile, turning back to the magazine she’d brought with for quiet time.

Marinette groaned and answered the next two questions before letting her eyes go right back to Nathan’s perfect haircut, perfect biceps, perfect… shut up, bad brain. She was pretty sure her brain would short-circuit if she were in Claude’s spot.

Thinking about it, Claude was pretty tall, taller than Felix at least, and sitting next to Nathan, he looked small enough for Nathan to bench press. Probably because he could. Nathan was impressive like that– Focus on your test, bad brain.

Thankfully, Marinette survived the test. Which was good, because then she could doodle in her sketchbook without having to feel bad about ignoring the test. Every time Nathan laughed at something Claude said, every time he turned and flexed a muscle, Marinette found herself staring again. How could a person be so amazing?

“Mari. Mari. Marinette Cheng.” Alina giggled. “Girl, class ended, stop staring at him.”

“I was not!” Marinette protested. “I was just staring into space!”

“Uh-huh, sure.” She smiled conspiratorially. “Come on, girl, let’s go to lunch.”

Marinette’s eyes had traveled back to the boys in the row in front of her. “Uh, yeah, I’ll catch up.”

“Suit yourself, simp.” Alina giggled again, hugging her friend goodbye. “I’ll save you a seat!”

“–But I just don’t understand it, because like, I still had the right answer, I just took a different approach. I don’t know why Mendeliev’s so picky about it, I still got it.” Nathan stood and grabbed his books as he grinned down at Claude, who was still seated.

“Right, it’s weird. I’d say to just ‘fuck it, we ball’, but that’s not gonna help since you need to keep your grades up to stay on the gym club.” Claude responded, standing and leaning on the seat as he shoved his papers into his bag. “We’re almost done with this unit, but I swear, the whole course sucks so bad.”

“Right, man.” Nathan agreed, coming around the seat to join Claude as they started out of the room. “You good?” He raised an obnoxiously gorgeous eyebrow as he noticed Claude hesitating.

“Rolled my ankle on the way in, I’m fine.” Claude shrugged it off, making his way towards Nathan. “Come on, lunch is already, like, five minutes over.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch up, bud, there’s something I want to take care of first.”

“Have it your way.” And with that, Nathan was left alone in the room with Marinette.

“Hey, Marinette! What’s going on?” Nathan beamed.

“Uh, not much! Just cleaning up!” She didn’t bother to say that she had hung back to just listen to him talk longer.

“Need help? I think I’m pretty qualified to help the pretty lady if I do say so myself, Prince Charming and all.” He flexed for effect and she had to keep herself from swooning.

“A little self-obsessed, too.” She joked with a grin as their hands touched above one of her pens. “Oh, s-sorry…”

“Don’t be.” Nathan smiled, his silvery eyes looking so warm and inviting. “I don’t mind the chance to get closer.”

What did that even mean? Marinette couldn’t really dwell on the thought with the issues at hand, namely my pens are all over my desk and there’s a very pretty boy in front of her and she doesn’t know what to do about it.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to b-be mistaking me for s-someone cool and s-smart and, y’know, better.” She fumbled, honestly just trying to find a way out. Something about the beautiful person in front of her made her uncomfortable. But maybe her gut was wrong.

“I could pick you out with my eyes closed, Mari, even if you were lined up next to every model in Paris. You’re special like that.”

“You… You really think so?” She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I know so. You’re amazing, Marinette.” His smile looked so genuine. “Pinky promise.”

#marithan #nathanette #gorgeous nathan from the gym club #marinette cheng #carissa's writing #carissa's work #ml alina #claude haprele #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #mlb #ml #pre canon #not another rockstar

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Remy "thirteen" Hadley is a 30-something queer woman with a degenerative genetic illness and yet. I don't feel represented by her in any meaningful way. She's messy. She always makes the wrong calls. She doesn't bite back when she should. Allison Cameron, on the other hand ... It always felt to me like Cameron's role in the story is to voice the morally correct reaction. I relate to how she feels about House: first, when she's young, developing a crush on him, because she cares about people and likes broken people especially. She identifies that he saves lives and tries to do the right thing and is in awe of that because those are her goals, and she knows how hard it is, how Doing What's Right is not always right for YOU or the people you love. She has this very interesting moral center. Then she grows to get over the crush - a little piece always throbs, but she mostly gets over it - and becomes her own Superhero Doctor. She emulates House, learns from him, internalizes him enough that she can match his wit in season 5 and also go against Cuddy or even the patient when it matters.

I realize by making this about Hadley vs. Cameron I am pitting two bad bitches against each other for no reason but it's just making me think again about the discourse about representation. It reminds me of when Sense8 season 2 dropped and caught some criticism for addressing that discourse, for having a black african character say "actually I see myself in Jean Claude Van Damme, I don't think his whiteness matters, he represents COURAGE." Like. Little kids are going to idolize characters regardless of whether they reflect arbitrary identity markers. The important thing is that the story holds some kind of truth you can see yourself in. I never really see that with thirteen. She's too certain of herself. I don't understand why she would become a doctor. I'm with Amber on this one; Hadley is creepy and not really believable as a person.

It's complicated by Olivia Wilde's unearthly beauty and thinness but Jennifer Morrison is also very thin and she delivers something I can grasp, so ... IDK. I don't hate thirteen, I would write fic about her, but there's something missing and I'm trying to feel for what it is because I couldn't write her without addressing it.

#house md #allison cameron #meta #remy thirteen hadley

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Ch 7 of Scarlet Blaze

Spoilers for up to Ch 7 beneath the cut. Sorry this took forever.

STORY

How can you not root for Claude here? Edelgard invading the Alliance makes no sense outside of blatant Imperialism.

Lysithea decided to fight the Empire against the wishes of her parents. Tell that to someone the next time they call her an honorary eagle.

Oh, shit, Byleth. Oh, God, I don't wanna fight him again.

There is nothing funnier than the warmongering imperialists getting pissy their victims are setting "traps" and "ambushes" to try and stop them.

MAP

So I'm being a dick to everyone because it's fun, then I see Ashe. And he's like "I can fight the Alliance, but I dread fighting the Kingdom." But I'm going to be nice to him. He's miserable.

Ferdinand is like "It's so cool you're fighting with us, Lorenz!" What a moron. Like Lorenz had a choice. Thankfully he got called out.

Oh, there's paralogues? cool. I think I'll do the side battles first. Special battles tend to be harder. Though, when I have Lorenz and Dimitri that won't be an issue lamo.

Arval senses something dangerous. I'm guessing Sothis-awakened Byleth? Think Arval is predicting what just happened in AG.

I cooked like 5 only "nice" in a row. Shez needs to step up.

SHEZ & CASPAR C SUPPORT

They argue about who's stronger. That's . . . really unexpected. /s

Bringing up the heir stuff and "need to get stronger" thing we already know.

Shez finds Caspar inspiring. His competitive drive. They're rivals now.

Meh

LINHARDT & HUBERT C SUPPORT

Lamo, Hubert's like "we had a clear victory" when Glouster just betrayed their ass. Bad support timing, lamo.

So far they're just fangirling about Shez's skills.

And here's the part someone told me about where Linhardt is actually interested in Shez, which runs counter to his support with Shez lol.

Hubert's first mistake was trying to get Linhardt to work.

Linhardt is trying to coach Hubert on the ways of persuasion. Needless to say, none of them are good ideas.

In the end they just agree their conversations go nowhere. That's the only support they have.

HUBERT & HAPI C SUPPORT

Hubert's checking in on her. He wants to make sure she's ok so she's not sighing everywhere.

Hapi's annoyed with him. Good on her.

Hubert seems like he asked her to use her powers in battle, but she objects on moral grounds. And is pissed he just assumed things about her.

Or is he offering to experiment on her to try and remove the sighs? Sounds it's more like that?

Oh, no, it's both.

Hapi got pissed.

Oh, wait, this isn't over. Hubert's trying to butter her up with treats, lamo. She's not falling for it. And tells Hubert to stay away.

OMG Hubert is acting like an incel right now. "What, I just ignored your 'no,' kept bothering you, gave you treats, and then acted like I have no alternative motive."

To Hapi's credit. She said no to the treats.

My first Hapi support ever. Just realized.

EDELGARD & FERDINAND C SUPPORT

Ferdinand sounds upset. Oh, because he's visiting his locked up dad.

Ferdinand is investigating his dad. Edelgard thinks it's pointless because he's powerful enough to forge documents and witnesses etc . . .

Ferdinand almost turned his dad in after finding bad tax stuff.

Edelgard locking him up robbed Ferdinand of his resolution, so now he's floundering and doesn't know what to do with himself.

Ferdinand sounds like his confidence has been crushed, ngl.

Interested to see where this goes. It looks like Ferdinand may actually get a proper arc beyond being Edelgard's mindless cheerleader #4 and his "arc" is only accepting just how much more awesome she is than himself.

It's also better than everyone acting like he's a plague like pretty much all his Black Eagle C supports and some B.

EDELGARD & JERITZA C SUPPORT

Ok, really curious about this one. I'm amazed they didn't get a support in Houses.

He's not engaging her at all. Literally just ...

She called him Emile, and he got pissed off. Jeritza is like "Emile is dead!" Edelgard's is like nah.

She also says the house will one day belong to him. For an emperor planning to get rid of the nobility, that's . . . a look.

Jeritza warns her that her using the Death Knight is dangerous. She kinda mocks him about that. Yikes.

They agree it's just a contract between them. Bet she's baiting him to say otherwise.

Didn't really address anything I was curious about, but has potential.

EDELGARD & HUBERT B SUPPORT

Curious about this one. I love the idea of their relationship, but their A-Support left me wanting and unlike Felix and Dimitri (who's A-Support also left me wanting), their paired endings and dynamics outside of main game stuff and/or other routes doesn't make up for it (and well, Hopes, damn, whoever wrote this game loves Dimilix and I, whoever you are, bless you for that).

Edelgard's like "what's Rhea doing?" Hubert's like "Helping Duscur orphans and crashing on Dimitri's couch binging Netflix and eating ice cream right out of the tub. I know, evil, right?"

Oh, hey, confirmation Lord Arundel is Thales, though I think that got confirmed earlier in this route?

"We are no longer complicit in their schemes." Does that mean Hopes!Edelgard is admitting that Houses!Edelgard IS complicit for everything TWSITD did? Lamo.

Hubert sounds like an incel "you must remain unsullied" like I get it, but out of context + his looks and personality and obsession I can't help myself.

Oh, hey, look at that Hubert getting thanks from Edelgard. I think this may be the first time, lamo. Some of these lines seem like the writers saw how everyone called her out for never giving Hubert any credit because she was too busy panting after Byleth.

Eh, simple, but covered something desperately missing for them. Still an extremely basic support, but we still have A.

EDELGARD & BALTHUS C SUPPORT

Really curious to see what on earth these two could talk about?

The size difference 😅

Balthus wants to be her bodyguard. I'd turn him down flat. Seems like if someone paid him more he'd flip unless you're special like Hilda.

Wow, Edelgard told him to talk to Hubert. You think she could pick out her own bodyguards. Him impersonating Hubert was funny though.

Edelgard turning him down. I mean, I would if I were her too.

Oh, he beat Holst in a competition? I want to hear about that in their supports.

SHEZ & MONICA C SUPPORT

Really interested in this one. So far I don't have much of a clue what Monica's character is like outside of practical and pro-Empire

Wow this support is so fucking boring.

Monica wants to watch Edelgard eat cake. Uhhh, ok. She sounds like a less interesting Hubert.

LINHARDT & DOROTHEA B SUPPORT

I hope these two have something to talk about outside of whining that Edelgard didn't fawn all over cake.

Linhardt played hookie on the war council. He had someone take notes though.

Wait . . . did . . . did Linhardt just say they should use multiple routes for supply lines? Does . . . Edelgard is launching a full-scale invasion of two countries at the same time and only using ONE SUPPLY LINE????? I just . . . No wonder they're fucking losing.

Dorothea's like "OMG, so brilliant!!!" Guys, this is like suggesting you invest in more than a single company, only a step above "don't keep it sitting in the bank." It's the 102 basics. 😅

Linhardt is my spirit animal, doing everything in his power to avoid meetings.

Didn't learn anything about Dorothea or Linhardt, but I did learn the Imperial Army is run by a bunch of dumbasses.

SHEZ & BERNEADETTA C SUPPORT

Bernie is afraid of Shez's mercenary buddy, thinking he looks like a bandit.

Shez is telling her not to judge based on appearances. Bernie's not having it though.

SHEZ & HUBERT C SUPPORT

Seems weird I haven't gotten this yet. When I saw this unlocked, I thought it was B since I'm ALWAYS using Hubert in battle.

Shez said hire more commoners. Hubert compared that to finding pebbles instead of jewels lamo. He just meant caution against hiring bad commoners which would backfire, but it's still funny.

Hubert is so extra.

Is Shez like the only commoner that's promoted? Hubert is saying Shez should be in charge of promoting commoners.

STORY/MAIN BATTLE

I wish Edelgard would just surrender to Claude and stop trying to conquer, but oh well.

So our goal is just to break Claude's lines long enough for Caspar's dad to escape.

Recruiting lots of Golden Deer this time. Poor Claude if it's really true that no one leaves Dimitri, but they'll all leave him.

Oh, great, "Persuade Raphael" requires Ignatz, doesn't it? Does he have to stay alive? I'll just make him an adjunct.

Feels bad fighting Claude to protect . . . Bergliez 😒

So this is when Byleth goes Sothis mode in SB?

"Look how many people died because I decided to fight this war." Claude, you really didn't have a choice.

Didn't Dimitri say something the same? It's funny how everyone is blaming themselves for all the people dying except for the person who's actually responsible.

Oh, hey, she finally brought up her war with the Kingdom, lol. I hope Dimitri was kicking ass.

Seems like Arval is manipulating Shez. Back to Sothis getting character assassination. Still not as bad off as poor Alois. He should sue the writers, seriously.

I love how in AG retaking the Silver Maiden was such a nonentity that it didn't even get its own chapter lamo.

Why is Edelgard fighting both at the same time? Ferdinand is calling that out at least.

Everyone is talking politics. And Shez is like "Ashen Demon, failed, feels bad." Like, no one cares.

Honestly, this "rivalry" feels so tacked on as an excuse to make Byleth seem more important in Hopes than they actually are. And this isn't SB exclusive. It's that way in all 3 routes.

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#fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #scarlet blaze #three hopes #scarlet blaze spoilers

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It's entirely possible the devs think Almyra is a joke. Think about it this way: Dimitri and Dedue care about Duscur, fans wanted more Duscur: AG has more Duscur! Sylvain cares about Sreng, fans want more: AG involves more of Sreng in Sylvain's paralogue. Claude is half Almyran, fans want to learn more: devs, nah. They probably think Shahid is enough to "satisfy" the fans who wanted Almyra stuff. As if 2 whole chapters in GW part 1 is enough about Almyra when nothing is resolved about it at all.

Personally I do think they see it as more of an easy to ignore area of the world. They make Sreng out to be a huge threat and they make the matter with Duscur very ingrained into the story and extremely serious in its involvement with the characters.

In VW we just kinda... get Nader joining Claude for a little bit and there's not much more on it than that. We know some small details about it through Claude but nothing impactful to the story. In CF Almyra is pretty much tossed to the side and crushed by the Empire despite Almyra's military strength probably rivaling the Empire's, and I'd even argue better than the Empire's because Holst is really the number one thing holding them back in the first place. Without him they'd probably be able to storm right through Leicester and make their way through Fodlan if they wanted to. The way Nader is just offed in Edelgard's paralogue is nuts to me.

In GW you have Nader hanging around longer than in VW and you get more details about it, but none of them are really all that heavy. There's no major concern about Almyra once Shahid is dead, despite Claude saying earlier in the game it was best not to kill him because doing so might incite other Almyrans to attack Fodlan in revenge. While the situation Claude was in with Shahid was understandable as far as killing him went when he actually did, I feel like it would've made sense for him to have to explain himself or make a proper case for himself as to why he had no choice but to actually kill another member of the royalty this time. I doubt they killed every single Almyran that was on Shahid's side, and I can guarantee one of them would've went back and informed the other brothers of what happened if this was written to be more important

Honestly I think they could've scrubbed out a whole lot of the battles with the Empire and made it more based on Almyra just on the fact alone that if Claude's brothers hated him so much, at least one of them should've sought revenge for Shahid or hell, even used his death as an excuse to invade. In other words, either someone would've recognize Claude or they would've simply gone back and said hey look Leicester just killed one of our princes and we should retaliate.

Also, I'm torn on the way they handled Nader getting permission for things. I mean, I understand that the king could've been "half asleep" and signed something from Nader because he'd trust that Nader would never have him sign something bad or anything, but I could've taken that as an answer if it wasn't basically the only instance that the king had any involvement at all in the war. I'm pretty sure Nader didn't even tell him that he was fighting in Fodlan to help the king's supposed favorite son, because I'm pretty sure he could've gotten the king to sign that if Nader came to him saying he'd found the prince and was fighting for him in Fodlan for a bit.

It's mainly that Almyra is considered threatening, but how often do they seem actually be threatening? Even in the Alois and Shamir paralogue in Houses, it's just regular bandits/pirates using the Almyran name to scare people and not actually their men.

I think since SB has a split route with Claude fighting Edelgard, they should have brought Nader and some other Almyrans into it. Claude brought an army from Almyra in CF, so why not in SB? Why not do that and then, if you kill Claude instead of let him escape, maybe you get an extra chapter where they fight the Empire longer to seek revenge or something? Why not make them more important?

I'm not sure they consider them a joke so much as they just... don't care. I've seen a lot of complaints about GW and how they have the story all over the place, and while I think SB is worse in that regard, I think between that aspect in GW and the lack of how much Almyra truly mattered in the plot that it seems like both of Claude's routes are the ones the devs cared for the least. They don't seem to go into depth with Claude's personal story even when they give themselves the chance to.

Since Hopes gave them the opportunity to add new characters, they really should've taken the time and investment into showing is more of Almyra/its royal family. Both other routes in both games as well as SS are a much more personally driven story for the character that acts as the main lord, but neither of Claude's routes really do that. I get the center of the game is Fodlan and all, but if they made the game with a foreign born character in mind and wanted to go into details about that, they should've just committed and not made it that unimportant. Sometimes it feels like it's just put in to be like "see? He's Almyran. This is why he's like this. Now back to Fodlan stuff".

You'd think with how they started saying that not all of Almyra thinks of Fodlan so poorly and that a chunk of them speak Fodlan's language that they'd... actually put that into the story somehow. If Fodlan's impression of them is worse than the other way around, why are we even told that if they won't do anything with it? They kind of hand us odd lore here and there and leave it and never touch it again.

I'm pretty sure Brigid has more presence in both games in general, which is... kinda dumb considering Claude is a lord and Petra is not.

It's disappointing that we've had ample opportunities between both games to have Almyra be more important and they just sprinkle it here and there. :(

#DCE Ask

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brixzli · 4 years

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Been looking at Sebastian lately like

Wife. Me.

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starshine583 · 3 years

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New Girl on the Block (19)

(Hey, everyone!!! Thank you so much for your patience while I was away. It’s good to be back! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter!)

Ch. 1 / Ch. 18 / Ch. 20 (ao3)

Chapter 19: A Date with Misery

“Marinette, you are.. an incredible person.”

“You don’t need anyone to validate how amazing you are.”

“You are talented, kind, and capable all on your own.”

Felix’s words from the night before played over in Marinette’s mind again and again, an endless loop that she found herself incapable of escaping, and with each echo, her heart seemed to melt further than she thought possible. The comments were simply too honey-sweet, too sincere. She couldn’t help reveling in them. How long had he thought of her that way? How long had he placed her on such a high pedestal that she wasn’t aware of? Marinette knew that Felix had a tendency to make unexpected comments every now and then, but last night truly caught her off guard.. and perhaps made her just a tad bit love-stricken. Had he always spoken to her in that soft manner, the one that made her believe she could be the very stars in his night sky? Had he always possessed the ability to send her heart fluttering the way it did last night, when he allowed her to pull him onto the dance floor and hold him incredibly close? She had no way of knowing, and certainly not enough nerve to ask aloud. But, oh, how her mind ran rampant with fantasies anyway. Will she ever be able to dance with him like that again? Would he look at her the same way he had then, with eyes that felt soft as a cloud in the moment? Did he go home last night and think about her too, endlessly turning on his bed and glancing at his diary- if he kept one, that is -and thinking maybe just one more entry-

“Marinette?”

Marinette jumped, nearly falling off of the ladder that she’d been balancing on, and felt a blush explode across her cheeks.

“Nothing! What? I mean-” She flailed her arms a bit to regain balance, then peeked down at the person below, the very boy she’d been fantasizing about “-Did you need something?”

Felix stood at the base of the ladder, his brows furrowed slightly. “..No. I just wanted to know if there was something wrong with your heart.”

Marinette sputtered, her blush deepening considerably. She couldn’t have been that obvious, right? What expression was she making before he came over?

“M-My heart?” She asked- or rather, squeaked.

Felix pointed to a stream of hearts on the wall, the ones she was supposed to be taking down. “You were staring at one of the hearts for quite a while. Is it ripped?”

“Oh.” She said, staring blankly at the wall. The paper hearts. He meant the paper hearts hanging next to her. Not her heart specifically. That made a lot more sense. “No, sorry. The hearts are fine. I was just, uh.. you know.. reminiscing. We had a lot of fun times with these decorations.”

“Ah,” Felix tilted his head up in a slight nod, “my apologies for interrupting you then.”

“Oh, you didn’t.” Marinette assured hastily. “It really wasn’t anything important.”

Definitely wasn’t anything important..

She plucked out the pin that held the hearts and started down the ladder to move to the other end of the stream. Felix offered a hand to help her down in the process, and she took it, strongly ignoring the tingling sensation that came from doing so.

“If you’d like to keep one as a memorial, I’m sure Allegra wouldn’t mind.” He remarked. “I doubt she’s going to keep any of these things herself after all the parties they’ve had.”

Marinette hummed. Keeping a heart streamer as a memorial, huh? That didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Thanks. I just might do that.”

Felix gave her the tiniest of smiles, the kind Marinette was used to catching at this point, and slipped his hand out of hers when her feet hit the ground. She clasped her hands together afterwards to compensate, also ignoring the fact that it might have been nice for him to hold her hand just a tad bit longer.

“Would you like help moving the ladder?” He asked, to which she shook her head.

“I’ve got it, but if you could move the box over to the other round table while I move the ladder, I would be grateful.”

Allegra had given her an empty box to put the decorations in as she took them off of the wall. So far, Marinette had exactly.. zero decorations in the box. Gosh, how long had she been staring at that heart? Was she going insane? Why would she even be thinking about Felix this way? He’d just told her last night that he wasn’t interested in romance. Falling for him would be guaranteed heartbreak! It would be completely ridiculous! It would.. It would..

It would probably be inevitable.

Felix was just too sweet to her, too kind. He was always looking out for her and supporting her, always sharing his quiet laughs and amused smiles, and he said too many things that made her head spin for her not to start liking him. There was just no escape! It was going to happen eventually. The only question now was when.

And maybe today was her answer.

Stop it. Marinette scolded herself as she picked up the ladder to walk it over. It’s just some butterflies in your stomach. How many of those did you digest around Adrien?

Marinette froze midstep, an immense sense of horror washing over her. Oh, gosh, this wasn’t going to be another Adrien situation, was it? It couldn’t be. She refused to go through that again. At least not this soon.

Marinette continued walking, if only to avoid Felix’s suspicions, and set up the ladder under the next pin that was holding up her stream.

When you think about it, this really can’t be another Adrien situation, right? With Adrien, she had no idea whether he liked her or not, but was hopeful despite that and used her friends in an effort to gain his attention. With Felix, she already had her answer. She knew for a fact that he didn’t like her romantically, that he wouldn’t ever like her romantically, and she also hadn’t asked any of her new friends to help her gain Felix’s attention. (Though, in all honesty, she probably wouldn’t need help even if she was looking for his attention, because he already gave it to her willingly on a constant basis, but that thought didn’t exactly help her cause.)

“Is here alright?” Felix asked as he set the box on the end of the round table.

Marinette nodded, scaling the ladder to pluck the next pin. “Yep. That’s great, thank you.”

“Of course. If you need anything else, I’ll be wrapping the candles and putting them in boxes.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, pulling a smile.

No, this wasn’t going to be anything like her crush on Adrien. This time she at least had closure before she began, and although it might be just as heart-shattering in the long run, she won’t be wasting her time wondering “what if” or tripping over herself to become his dream girl in an effort to be ‘chosen’. She’ll simply be his friend, as he’s been to her, and if she’s lucky, this sort-of-tiny-little crush of hers will wither away before it grows into a bigger problem.

After all, it’s like Felix said: She’ll find someone new who appreciates her eventually. It just.. won’t be him. The sooner she took this lesson to heart, the better.

Marinette plucked the next pin out of the wall, watching the stream of hearts fall into the box below, and started back down the ladder again. That’s one down. Five to go.

She paused at the bottom of the ladder, ready to pull it together so she could pick it up and move it again, when her phone started buzzing in her pocket. She quickly shimmied it out to check what the buzzing was for, only to be met with the flashing words “Adrien Agreste - Café”.

It was her alarm clock telling her that it was time to go meet Adrien for lunch. And it couldn’t have picked a worse time. She still had five other heart streamers to take down, and at this rate she was going to have to run half way across town just to make it on time. Ugh- why didn’t she set her alarm clock earlier?

“Hey, guys?” She called out to the group, tucking her phone back into her pocket. “I hate to say it, but I actually need to get going. I’m sorry I couldn’t help out more.”

If she hadn’t stopped every two seconds to daydream about somebody-

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Allegra called back with a smile. “You’ve helped out plenty.”

“Yeah,” Claude agreed. “This was our party anyway.”

“I know, but I only managed to get one of the streamers down.” Marinette sighed.

“But you also helped fold all of the tablecloths and put them away.” Allan reminded her.

“And you swept the room after the trash was taken care of.” Allegra added.

“Go have fun at your appointment thing or whatever. We’ve got everything covered here.” Claude assured, emptying the water from another flower vase.

Marinette smiled as she grabbed her purse from one of the round tables. Her friends were so great, each and every one of them.

“I’ll see you guys later then.”

“See ya!”

“Bye, Mari!”

“Do you want me to call my driver for you?” Felix asked, briefly setting his candles aside. “It’s quite a walk from here to your house, isn’t it?”

“Thanks, but I’m good. I can have Maman and Papa come to pick me up if I start running late.” Or she can transform into Ladybug and swing right over to Adrien herself, which was exactly what she planned on doing. “I’ll text you guys when I get there, though.”

That seemed to satisfy Felix, because he nodded and continued placing his candles in the box. “I’ll be waiting to hear from you then.”

Marinette pursed her lips and spun towards the door, hoping he didn’t notice the fresh blush that was creeping across her cheeks. Gosh, how was she ever going to survive this boy? Maybe Adrien’s presence will give her a good slap in the face and bring her back to her senses.. She highly doubted it though. With her track record, she’ll probably end up falling for Adrien again too, and then she’ll be stuck between two unrequited crushes! Great!

..Why does she always have to fall for the people who don’t love her back?

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Wind rushed past Chat Noir’s face as he raced across the rooftops, his grin stretching wide from ear to ear. Today was the day! It was finally the fifteenth! In just a few short blocks, he was going to meet Marinette at their agreed café, and they were going to have a whole lunch together just to themselves! It made him buzz with excitement at the very thought, because finally his plans were progressing. Finally he was gonna have a long, drawn out chat with Marinette as Adrien, and perhaps, if he had gained even the slightest bit of luck from his partner, he would be able to convince her to transfer back to Dupont. Or at least have her consider it. She probably shouldn’t come back right this second.

Chat Noir landed on a rooftop and slid down the tiles with glee, but before he could leap to the next rooftop, a red and black-spotted figure flew out in front of him. He stumbled back with a yelp, staring at the person with wide eyes as they sailed onto the rooftop across from him. Was that..?

“My Lady?” He called out, pushing himself back onto his feet. What was she doing out at this time of day? It wasn’t like her to be out and about during daylight when no akumas were present.

Unless there is an akuma. Chat realized with horror. He glanced around the city, looking for explosions or destruction of some kind. Please, let there not be an akuma. That would mean he’d have to skip out on his lunch with Marinette! And he’d worked so hard just to get her there!

The spotted figure turned around- proving that it was, in fact, his wonderful Ladybug -and flashed him her signature, Lady-Luck smile. “Oh, Chat Noir! I didn’t realize you would be out today.”

Chat Noir returned her smile and hopped over to her rooftop. “I could say the same to you, Bugaboo. Is an akuma on the loose again?”

“No, not that I’m aware of.” She assured, to his relief. “I just had some free time and thought I would do a small patrol around the city to make sure everything’s still in order.”

Chat Noir chuckled. That’s His Lady for you. Never ceasing to protect Paris. Could she ever become more amazing?

“Sounds like a great idea. I’d be tempted to join you, but I’m actually on my way home already. I’ve been out for a while.” He said, though none of it was true. He hadn’t been out for a while, and he certainly wasn’t running home, but Ladybug was extremely strict on the ‘keeping identities a secret’ policy. If he let something about his civilian life slip- like, say, meeting someone at a cafe about five minutes from now to talk about school transfers -she’d get upset and scold him for divulging too much information. It wasn’t fun lying to the person he was supposed to trust the most, but this was the set up that they’d decided to use.

“That’s alright. I wasn’t planning on staying out long anyway.” Ladybug replied. “I’ll see you during our next patrol?”

“Or attack.” Chat Noir agreed, giving her a little wink before he took off again. This time he turned to the left of the café, moving in a direction that was somewhat opposite of it. He didn’t want Ladybug seeing where he was going- again, secret identities -but, he also didn’t want to stray too far from his and Marinette’s meeting place, or else he was going to be late. So, he figured he could find a comfortable alleyway about a block or two away from his destination and simply run the rest of the way on foot.

Thank goodness he did, because as soon as he turned left, Ladybug swung off in the exact direction he’d originally been heading. Can you imagine if they’d started going the same way? The explanation for that one would have been awful, he’s sure.

Chat Noir dropped down into an alleyway a few minutes later, just as planned, and detransformed back into Adrien. Running around Paris in his civilian form probably wasn’t going to be any easier than jumping rooftops, but at least he didn’t run into any problems with His Lady. That was a plus, right?

“Ugh,” Plagg groaned as he swirled back into the air, “remind me again why we had to waste my precious energy on a lunch date?”

“Come on, Plagg, you know I hate having Gorilla hover over my shoulder.” Adrien said, offering his kwami a slice of cheese. Gorilla does his best to give Adrien as much space as possible, but still, when you know someone is there specifically to watch you.. “Besides, it’ll give Marinette and I more privacy while we talk.”

Plagg gave a dismissive sigh as he snatched the cheese from Adrien’s hands. “Oh, that’s right. We’re still on pigtails.. I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with her. It’s not like she died or anything.”

Adrien frowned. “I’m not obsessed. I’m just trying to be a good friend. She’s always been there for all of us. So why shouldn’t I be there for her?”

“Mm.. Does this really count as being there for her, though?” Plagg asked as he shoved the first half of the cheese into his mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re trying to be there for her by bringing her back to Dupont, right? Well, she seems perfectly happy at her new school to me. So why not leave her be? If you want to be there for her, don’t you think you should be supporting her decisions?”

A bit of guilt festered in Adrien’s chest, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I.. get what you’re saying, but I want her back too. I want to hang out again and talk like we used to.”

“You’re about to talk with her right now.”

“You know what I mean. I want to talk with her daily, like we do at school.”

“Then, why don’t you transfer schools?”

Adrien let out a small chuckle. “And leave Nino? I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Okay~, but don’t say I didn’t warn you if things don’t work out the way you want them to.” Plagg said. He then shoved the rest of the cheese into his mouth and zipped into Adrien’s shirt pocket.

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows, but didn’t reply, instead starting for the cafe. Why would Plagg say something like that? Of course everything was going to work out! Yes, Marinette was happy at her new school, and yes, getting her to come back to Dupont might be a tad tricky (especially since he had to deal with Lila first) but that didn’t mean his plan was going to fail. He simply needed to remind Marinette that she loved being at Dupont too! More so than Rosemary even! It’ll be alright. Plagg will see.

With little time to spare, Adrien booked it to the café, careful to keep his head down and not catch the eyes of the media. Thankfully, he made it there in one piece, albeit five minutes late. It should be fine, though. If anyone were to understand missing the mark for an appointment, it would be her, right?

Adrien slipped his phone out of his pocket as he walked inside to check for any new messages from the ravenette, then silenced it when he saw that there were none. He didn’t want this precious time to be interrupted.

The bell on the café door jingled above him when he entered, reminding him of a certain bakery. He glanced around the room for Marinette hopefully, then lit up when he caught sight of a pair of ravenette pigtails at a table in the middle of the room. Yes! She was here!

Adrien wasted no time strolling over the table, tapping the top of her head to get her attention. She jumped- as she usually does -and whirled around with wide eyes.

“Hey, Marinette.” He greeted with a smile.

“Adrien!” She said, letting out a nervous laugh. “Y-You’re here.”

“Yeah!” He chirped, slipping into the seat across from her. “Sorry I’m late. I ran into a bit of traffic on the way here. How have you been? Did you have a good Valentine’s Day?”

Marinette settled back into her chair as well, pulling a small, tight smile. “It’s alright.. I’ve been pretty good, and my Valentine’s Day was wonderful. How was yours?”

“Oh, you know,” Adrien shrugged, “same as always. I got some cards from a few fans and did a special photoshoot for my father, but that was about it. I tried to go see Nino or something, but he was with Alya, so..”

“Aw, I’m sorry. I wish it could have worked out better.”

“No, it’s fine.” He quickly assured. “I’m used to it. Besides, Nino and I have actually been hanging out a lot more during the winter break.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, “That’s good then. You deserve the free time.”

Adrien smiled. What a very ‘Marinette’ thing to say. “Thanks. Have you ordered anything yet?”

She shook her head. “No, I figured I’d wait for you.”

“Then let’s go get some food.” He said, standing from the table again. “I’m starving.”

Marinette stood with him, and they made their way over to the line that led to the service counter. It wasn’t long, thankfully, only holding about three people or so. They should be back at the table in no time.

“So, are you enjoying your new school life? I heard you transferred to Rosemary.”

“Yeah, I’ve been having a great time,” Marinette said, a bit too cheerful for Adrien’s liking, “but I do have a question. How did you know I transferred to Rosemary?”

“Oh, uh..”

Would she accept ‘my good friend Chat Noir’ as a proper answer?

“..Mlle Bustier. She announced to the class that you had transferred, and when I asked about it afterwards, she told me that you went to Rosemary.”

A hum came from Marinette, the corner of her lips tugging downwards. Why was she frowning? Did he say something wrong?

“Is that a problem?” He asked.

“Oh! No.” Marinette replied hastily. “Well.. sort of. I’m just worried that if she told you, then she’d be willing to tell other people.. Like Lila or Alya.”

Ah.. She made a good point. Her whereabouts could be spread around easily if Mlle Bustier was being loose-lipped. Although he doubted that Lila would come after Marinette since she’s not trying to out her anymore, Adrien wouldn’t put it past the girl entirely, especially since she was still spreading rumors about Marinette on a regular basis..

Granted, this only mattered if Mlle Bustier actually told him where Marinette went to school, which she didn’t. So they should be perfectly safe for the time being.

“I’m sure everything will be fine.” He insisted. “I was the only one that asked, anyway, and I made sure we were alone.”

Marinette nodded, but she didn’t look any less unsettled. “You’re sure you were the only one that asked?”

“Positive.”

“.. Okay.” She muttered, fiddling with the tip of her black jacket. Oh, she was getting anxious now! He needed to fix this. Change the subject!

“Anyway, you said your new school was great?” He asked as he stepped forward in line. “That’s good to hear. Have you made any friends there yet?”

Of course, he already knew that she’d made new friends- several, in fact -but hopefully talking about them would help her relax. Plus, it would give him more information on her new environment. So it’s a double bonus.

Marinette took the bait, her hands quickly falling back to her side as she said, “I have. I was fortunate enough to run into a whole group of friends on my first day, and they took me in without hesitation, which was sweet. They even gave me a tour of the school and everything.”

Adrien plastered a tight smile onto his face in an effort to show support. She already had an entire group of new friends? That was gonna be hard to pull her away from.

“Wow, they sound really nice. You’ll have to introduce me to them sometime.”

“Maybe I can,” Marinette agreed, “but it probably won’t be for a while. We all have schedules and things that we’d need to work out, and I’ve been working on this fashion project lately that I was hoping to get done by the end of next week.”

“No worries. I definitely understand having a busy schedule.” Adrien joked, stepping forward in the line again. “Dupont’s been a little crazy since you left too. We had to pick a new vice president and everything.”

“Yeah, I heard. Lila had to come by and grab the books.” Marinette said bitterly.

Adrien winced. “Really? What did she say?”

“Gosh, I don’t even remember anymore.” Marinette rolled her eyes. “I try not to worry over stupid people. I’m sure she just rubbed her ‘victory’ towards me leaving in my face.”

Adrien chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I bet.. Lila aside, though, we all miss you. Dupont isn’t the same without you here.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him as they took another step forward in line. “You all miss me?”

Adrien frowned, partly because she doubted him, but mostly because he knew her skepticism was justified. They didn’t all miss her. Some- if not everyone besides himself -seemed to be happy that she was gone. It was a true tragedy.

“Well.. I miss you.” He said, his heart dropping further when she gave a satisfied nod. She’s already accepted the tragedy as fact, something unchanging, but he was going to work to make things different.

“Can I take your order?” The cashier cut in, grabbing the pair’s attention.

Adrien and Marinette gave the cashier their order and walked back to their table to wait for their names being called.

“So..” Adrien trailed off as they took their seats. “Do.. you miss us?”

He knew it was a risky question, especially since she’d firmly told Chat Noir a month prior that she did not, in fact, miss Dupont, but maybe her opinion had changed since then?

Marinette shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable. “I.. I’m not sure how to answer that, Adrien. How can I say that I miss the people who treated me like a monster for no other reason than the fact that I decided to stand up against a liar? I get that Lila twisted their views, and that everyone has their own version of a story, but it still hurt for them not to believe me even though most of us have known each other since childhood.”

“Do I miss the fun times and the people they used to be before Lila came along? Sure I do, but they’re not the people they used to be. They’re not the friends I grew up with anymore, and I’m not going to regret leaving a situation that wasn’t good for me.”

Adrien sighed. “Alright.. That’s a fair answer.. But what if they did come back? I mean- like - What if they realized that Lila was lying and came back and apologized and everything went back to normal. Would you come back?”

Marinette frowned. “.. I don’t know. What you’re suggesting is extremely far-fetched, and even if everything did go back to ‘normal’, it still wouldn’t quite be the same. They abandoned me for a foreigner. You can’t really come back from that. Plus, I think Rosemary is a great opportunity for me. It’s a prestigious school with extensive classes on the fashion industry and many other things, and although there can be some snooty, rich students, most of the people I’ve met there are really nice.”

Adrien hummed. Her answer was, once again, disheartening, but he took comfort in the fact that she said ‘I don’t know’ instead of just a straight up ‘no’. That was at least something, right? He could work with an ‘I don’t know’.

“Was this all you wanted to talk with me about?” Marinette asked. “Whether or not I would come back to Dupont?”

Adrien winced. “Well, no-”

Yes.

“-I also just wanted to catch up in general. We haven’t really seen each other in over a month, ya know?”

Although she appeared to be hesitant towards his answer, she gave a small smile anyway. “Yeah, it’s definitely been a while.”

Adrien chuckled. “You know, I actually tried to go visit you at Rosemary one time before this, but when I asked a student where you were, he said that you didn’t even attend the school. Had you two just not met yet?”

“Uh.. Can you describe him? There’s a lot of people at the school.”

“Sure. He was about my height, maybe a bit taller, with pale blonde hair and light eyes- I think. He was kind of just pale in general.”

Marinette snorted. “Do you know the amount of people at the school that could match that description?”

“Okay, okay, uhm.. I think he was wearing dark colors that day. Like, greys or blacks maybe.”

“Wears dark colors, but has light hair and eyes, and is tall. Got it.” Marinette smiled. “Sorry, Adrien, but I’m just not sure. That could be Devin or Caleb or Eliot or any other number of boys. It could have even been someone who’s not in my classes.”

“Right, that’s fine. I was just curious.” He said casually, though it was really eating him alive. He knew that they knew each other. They had to! No one gets that upset during an akuma attack and calls the person their friend without knowing them. The guy even mentioned that their mutual friends were waiting for them! So who could it be?

“Order for Adrien and Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

Adrien stood. “I’ll get it.”

Honestly, he didn’t need to know the guy’s name. It was a bitter inconvenience, to be sure, but in the end, finding out the blond-haired dude’s name isn’t the objective. The objective was to get rid of Lila, then get Marinette to come back to Dupont. She might be hesitant about it now, which was understandable, but once she sees the changes that he’s gonna make at Dupont, she’ll be more than happy to come back. He simply needed to open her up to the idea again.

Lucky for him, he had a whole lunch date to do just that.

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Lila slowed to a stop on the sidewalk, panting and out of breath. She searched the city streets from left to right, but was only met with the scenery of a regular, Paris afternoon. Where were the screaming fans? The paparazzi? The bodyguards holding everyone back? Did they all disperse already? That post was literally made five minutes ago! How did he run away so fast?

She pulled out her phone to unlock it, watching as her social media popped up again. It was a picture of XY standing next to a downtown café, the very café Lila was standing next to right now.

“Chillin’ at the Café Aroma today!” The post read, but there was no XY in sight. There were hardly even any XY fans here looking for him. Was the post just a ruse to get rid of the paparazzi for a while? Don’t tell her she got up and ran all the way down here for nothing!

Lila let out a groan, slumping against the café. If XY or any of his lackeys bothered to answer their dang cell phones, none of this would’ve happened! Why would they even put out public numbers if they weren’t going to tend to them? It was really a jerk-ish thing to do.

Nevertheless, she still needed to find a way to contact him. XY was the only celebrity in Paris that might be willing to show up at Dupont per her request. Jagged Stone was a close second, but if she brought him to school, Lila was certain Adrien would ask about her stupid, kitten-saving story. Then, Jagged would get all confused and say that he never had a kitten, and Lila would have a lot more explaining to do. That was too much of a hassle for her to deal with. She needed someone she hadn’t lied much about, someone who could also quiet her whining, soul-sucking classmates. Ergo, she needed to find XY.

But where is he? Lila thought, scrolling through her phone for more recent posts. XY clearly wasn’t downtown, meaning he could be just about anywhere in Paris. He could even be outside of Paris. How was she supposed to find him when she had no special contacts to do so? It was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

And yet.. Marinette managed to find and reign in every celebrity she needed while she was class president. On. Her. Own.

Lila scowled and shoved her phone back into her pocket. Curse that goody-little-two-shoes for making her job harder. Curse her for somehow being perfect at everything and forcing Lila to enhance her lies to compete. Curse her for leaving to another school and making Lila suffer the consequences for it. Why couldn't Marinette have been a normal class president, hm? Why did she have to constantly outdo herself with the grandest of gestures and the most important of people? Why did Lila have to be so stupid as to try and fill an impossible roll? She should have convinced Alya to run for president instead. At least then she wouldn’t be blamed for the sudden budget cuts or the mismatched class trips. She would be able to continue lying in peace and not have to worry about delivering on all of her false promises. In fact, if she weren’t so busy trying to keep up with Marinette’s ‘legacy’, along with her own big mouth, she might have been able to take care of Adrien by now.

Lila heaved a heavy sigh and massaged her temples as she stood up from the café wall. XY wasn’t going to be found anytime soon, so she might as well take a break and grab a coffee before moving forward. Perhaps the caffeine will spark her creativity for a few lies that Adrien can’t dig into should her plan to find XY fail.

She walked over to the café door and pushed it open. The bell attached to the door jingled, reminding her of that incorrigible bakery, but she ignored it and continued inside. A little music toy wasn’t going to get in the way of her espresso.

Her eyes grazed over the room, hoping to find an empty table.

What she found instead, however, made her stomach drop.

There, sitting at a table near the middle of the room, was Adrien Agreste himself, and sitting across from him was none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Lila yelped and ducked back outside, pressing herself firmly against the wall where they couldn’t see her. What were they doing there? What were they doing together?!

Carefully, she crept past the door and slid over to the large window at the front of the café, where she could watch the two from a safe distance. It probably looked suspicious to anyone passing, but she hardly cared at that point. If Adrien and Marinette were getting together like this, Lila was going to have much bigger things to worry about.

She peered through the glass, noting the near-empty plates on their table. They must be having lunch together. Did they do that often? Since when? What could they possibly be talking about?

A smirk tugged at the corner of Adrien’s lips, and Marinette snorted, putting a hand on her mouth to hide her laughter. Ugh, why did she look so cheery! She was supposed to be miserable!

Lila scoffed, digging her fingernails into the brick at the base of the window. What happened to the endless tears and the defeated, sagging posture? What happened to the shriveled up nothing that Lila watched leave the school? Was she really enjoying herself now that she wasn’t attending Dupont? More importantly, how long have Marinette and Adrien been meeting up like this? Was this the reason Adrien suddenly decided to fight back against her? Because he’d rekindled his friendship with Marinette? No wonder the man was out for blood! Marinette probably set him up to the task herself! She must have planned all of this from the very beginning!

No, Lila thought, digging her phone out of her pocket again. She refused to be made a fool of. If they thought they were going to pull one over on her this easily, they were gonna have another thing coming.

She snapped a photo of them together, making sure to get a moment where they were laughing hard, and tilted the angle of the camera to make it seem like she’d been passing by. Lila then got up and walked back into the café. A picture of Adrien having a grand time with Marinette should be enough of a set up for her to build him a bad reputation, but she needed to know what they were talking about specifically. The more she knew about this meet-up (and previous ones) the better, and if she were anything close to lucky, they would talk about their plans for her while she was there too. That would give her plenty of time to find a way to prepare.

Or, perhaps, strike first.

As casually as possible, Lila slipped into an empty seat near the pair, not too close, but not too far away that she couldn’t hear them. She then snatched the menu on her table and propped it up so her face couldn’t be seen while she listened.

“Okay, wait. So you’re telling me that they threw an entire Valentine’s Day party at the Mandarin Oriental by themselves?” She heard Adrien ask. He sounded immensely impressed. Who were they talking about?

“Yeah!” Marinette replied, the smile clear in her voice. “They’re parents paid for it, of course, but they arranged everything themselves, including the caterers and reservations. We actually made some of the decorations by hand too.”

“Wow, that sounds like a blast. I bet they all looked great.”

“They did! Especially when we finished the lights and stuff. Everyone loved it.”

Lila scrunched up her nose, equally confused and annoyed. Someone threw a party at the Mandarin Oriental for Valentine’s day? Who? Why was Marinette invited? And why did she get to personally help with the decorations? This wasn’t another one of her “chummy celebrity friends”, was it? It better not be.

Adrien chuckled. “If all of those rich kids at Rosemary enjoyed it, I’m sure it was something.”

Lila froze. Did he just say “all” of the rich kids? Meaning multiple? Why was Marinette hanging out with multiple rich kids? How was she hanging out with multiple rich kids? Were they inviting her to the parties they were throwing? Why? What did she have that was so freaking special?

Wait a minute.

Her raging thought finally caught up with the rest of Adrien’s comment, specifically the one about Rosemary. Wasn’t that the stuck-up school near the middle of Paris that was famously known for hosting either incredibly rich or incredibly gifted students? The one that barely let you breathe in their direction if you weren’t considered “worthy”? How did Marinette end up wandering around there long enough to catch some rich friends? No one’s allowed inside except for students or staff, and their policies are extremely strict. (she should know, considering she’s tried to weasel her way in there several times.) The only way she would be able to get inside was if-

Lila gasped, nearly dropping her menu in the process.

No.. No, no way Marinette got transferred from Dupont to Rosemary. That would just be absurd! She didn’t have any money! And she certainly didn’t have enough talent to be accepted despite that!

But as Lila listened to the conversation more and more, she had to endure the horrible realization that Marinette had, in fact, been transferred to Rosemary. Not only that, she was thriving there. She was making new friends who gave her rides in limos. She was going to fancy restaurants that cost more than Lila’s house for an afternoon snack. She was having slumber parties in mansions. Mansions! Entire estates that were apparently just as big- if not bigger! -than Adrien Agreste’s!

Lila had finally gotten rid of Marinette and won Dupont, only for Marinette to gain the new life that Lila had always dreamed of having! How was that fair? How was any of this fair!

Lila drew in a long, deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She couldn’t blow her top just yet. Marinette may be winning right now, but once Adrien is out of the way, Lila will make sure that Marinette suffers the way she deserves. Rosemary isn’t going to save her for long.

She pulled out her phone to unlock it and clicked on the messaging app, scrolling down until she found her favorite minion: Alya Cessaire.

~Hey, you’ll never guess what I just saw!!~

Lila smiled as she sent the text. With a message like that, Alya won’t be able to help her curiosity, and when Lila sends the picture of Adrien and Marinette together, the journalist will fall headfirst into a pool of rage.

In other words, that pampered little rich boy won’t know what hit him.

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(Hey, everyone! This section isn’t quite part of the story, but it’s going to be part of the updates from now on. Two weeks ago, I visited a Bible camp, and the Lord really spoke to my heart through the messages. So, from now on, I want to make Him the center of my life and glorify Him in everything I do. At first, I thought of not writing anymore fics or chapters, since doing so would really take my focus away from Him, but instead, I decide to start writing little devotions at the end of each chapter I post. That way, you all won’t have to suffer through an incomplete story, and I get to share the wonderful gospel with you all!

The first devotion I want to post is the message of salvation and how you can know that you’re going to Heaven when you die. The Bible (King James Version) says in Romans 3:23 “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” and the first part of Romans 6:23 says “For the wages of sin is death”. We have all had a moment in our lives where we know we’re not supposed to do something, but we do it anyway. That breaking of rules is called a sin, and because of that sin, God says that we are not fit to be in His presence, for He is a just and holy God. So, due to this, our souls are condemned to the fiery prison known as Hell, where it is pitch black around you, and the only thing you can hear is wailing and weeping and gnashing of teeth. Your soul will be alight with fire, but your body will never actually burn, so you will be faced with that pain for the rest of eternity. Can you imagine that? Being in that kind of torment forever and ever and ever and knowing that it will never end? I can’t wrap my brain around that kind of pain, and I certainly don’t want any of you to have to endure it. So that’s why I’m telling you now that there is a bright side to all of this!

John 3:16 says “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.” and the other part of Romans 6:23 says “but the gift of God is eternal life”. Do you realize what this means? It means we don’t have to go to Hell! God has provided a way of escape for us!

2,021 years ago, God sent his Son, Jesus Christ, down to earth to die for us. He was a perfect man, with no sin about Him, but he became sin for us and sacrificed himself so that we could be saved. People beat him and mauled him to point beyond recognition, then they nailed him to a cross for him to die. The pain he had to endure was excruciating, but he did it for us, because he loves us.

Then, three days after the Son of God passed away, he arose from the grave with new life! and because of that, we now have a way to join Him in heaven! All we have to do is admit that we are a sinner, repent of our sins, and accept Jesus Christ into our hearts as our Lord and Savior. We must believe on Him, and believe that he died on the cross for us, then we won’t have to go to Hell! It’s that easy! And those who believe on the Lord Jesus not only don’t have to go to Hell, but they also find a new home in Heaven with the very person who created us and loves us so much to the point of sacrificing Himself for our benefit. It’s a win-win scenario!

I know this isn’t a normal thing to do for fics, but this is something extremely important that I need all of you to know. So please, if you read through this, I implore you to get saved and accept Jesus as your savior. What do you have to lose? If you don’t, you’ll be doomed to an eternity of pain and suffering that you can never escape, but if you do, you will be guaranteed a place in paradise, where Jesus will be waiting for you with open arms. Please trust Him with your life and your heart. You know he will keep it safe.

Thank you all for listening to this and I hope you have a wonderful day!)

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I’m Just your problem (But please tell me i’m a winner)

Okay so in my defense of this story, you didn’t actually say who you wanted to be the center of the story. And I kind of got inspired the second I heard the song and just ran with it. It’s a one shot about and staring Lila. So... yeah. Hope you enjoy it though. @abrx2002

I’m the winner!

Lila knew it didn’t have to be like this. It never had to be like this. She didn’t want to bury Marinette in the ground but little Miss Goodie Goodie just couldn’t leave well enough alone. So now Lila had to bury her with just a few words.

She couldn’t been Marinette’s friend. She wanted to be Marinette’s friend. Before even meeting the girl, the entire class had spun a tale of just how fabulous Marinette was. Lila had looked forward to meeting her, becoming her friend, and using her power to rule the class and school together. They could’ve both won. It would’ve been easy.

Too easy apparently.

Because never, not even, once did Marinette want to be her friend. She never even gave Lila a chance. Lila the villain in Marinette’s story as far as the other girl was concerned.

Nice guys finish last.

That’s why I win.

I’m the winner.

The Little princess in pink swore she just didn’t like liars. But everyone told lies, even the perfect Marinette. (Especially Marinette) It was a fact. So why was Lila the one she called out? What was so wrong with Lila that Marinette couldn’t just leave well enough alone.

“Marinette didn’t like liars,” Lila scoffed. “Or maybe she just doesn’t like me!”

Which was a blow to the Italian girl’s pride. Because Marinette liked everyone. She gave everyone chances. Even Chloe! The girl who bullied Marinette and everyone else in class far worse than Lila could’ve considering doing herself. If a spoiled rotten girl like Chloe deserved another chance (and another and another and another) but Lila didn’t get one, how rotten did Marinette think Lila was?

Maybe the lies weren’t the problem like Lila suspected. Maybe the issue was that she didn’t bow and cater to Marinette’s everywhere like the rest of the class seemed to do. They treated her like some goddess.

Is that what Marinette wanted? Did she wanted Lila to worship at her feet? Treat her like she’s perfect like her stupid little friends did? Loyal little lackeys that they are.

Were, Lila thought viciously. A few grand tales, some golden promises and they were at my beck and call. I won.

How’s that for friendship, Maribrat? How does it feel to know the friends you cared so much about turned on you with just a few words. Does it hurt? Does it sting?

Will you finally admit I’m better?

I’m worthy?

That I won?

Am I worthy of your friendship now?

Lila thought Marinette would stop then. After she turned everyone in class against her. Used the faculty’s foolishness to get the Marinette expelled. (Though it was reversed). The girl had lost everything. What was hers was Lila’s now. From bestie Alya, to meek pushover Adrien, to her place at center of class’s love and affection. It was Lila’s now. Because Lila won.

And the Italian girl thought it was a matter of time before Marinette came crawling back. A bit of time before she stopped calling out Lila for lying and just went with it. If she did, then Lila would be benevolent enough to stop accusing her of being a bully, coach the class into re-friending the poor sorry Marinette.

It never happened. Instead of begging and pleading to be Lila’s friend like Lila expected.

Wanted.

Needed.

Admit defeat.

Admit I beat you.

Admit that I won.

Marinette stopped looking hurt at all the nasty words her friends (Ex-friends, Lila thought viciously) were spitting at her, the girl started smiling at her phone, texting, giggling. She hardly ever batted an eye anymore. The only times she called Lila out on her lies was when Lila said anything directly involving Marinette.

She seemed to wash her hands of her classmates. Lila could only watch as she befriended other students from other classes. Classes where Lila had no influence. Friends that didn’t fall easily to little small fibs.

Friends that were smarter that her last ones.

More loyal.

Better.

While the class rightfully worshiped at Lila’s feet now, Marinette moved on to bigger and better things. She played a new game; one that Lila couldn’t win.

It wasn’t fair!

I already won!

Me! I did.

I won!

Student council. Fashion Club. Powered, a club for future female CEOs. She started her own design website. She went on amazing trips and met people Lila could only dreaming of meeting and constantly lied about. Marinette slowly but surely became one of the most popular girls in school.

While I dwindled in mediocrity.

Forced to deal with her stupid ex-friends.

Forced to only lie about things I’ve done.

Forced to watch you do them.

Forced to watch you rise like a star.

Forced to watch you WIN.

Marinette would have rather befriend the entire school, everyone and their entire mother, than to debase herself by admitting defeat and bending to Lila’s whims, getting her friends back in the process. Nope. She rather waste her befriending insignificant morons than be Lila’s friend. It was proof alone how much she hated Lila.

She just used the lies as excuse to cover up the thousands of reason she must’ve hated Lila. Marinette didn’t want Lila to apologize for lying.

She wants me to apologize for not being like her!

Sweet. Perfect. Angelic.

Sorry, that Lila wasn’t made of sugar, spice, and everything. Sorry that’s the stupid reason for anyone to not like someone. To go out of their way to avoid them.

Anyone else would crumble at what Lila threw at them.

They had.

Three. Four. Five. Girls

All were left nothing more than a puddle of tears after I was done with them.

I beat them all!

I won.

But Marinette had gone from those, precious hurt and betrayed faces, to looking at everyone in class like they were just an inconvenience. Like Lila was a minor inconvenience to her day.

But I had won!

I know it!

She can’t just play a new game.

I won.

Every day, she looked through Lila like people look at extra credit math problems in a class your already Acing. She could solve it, put in some minor effort, and fix it but what was the point? Marinette clearly had better things to do than to worry about her ex-friends, her ex-crush, about Lila; minor little problems in her otherwise PERFECT little life.

Lila was just a problem to Marinette. Not a friend, not an enemy anymore, just a stupid little problem. Not even a real person. Just a problem, she couldn’t even be bothered with anymore.

No! Marinette was too busy being elected Spring Queen at the Sweethearts dance.

Too busy on Claude, the star football play, the future Oscar-winning film maker, the most popular guy in school’s arm. The king to her Queen.

And to think Lila had be waiting, patiently, so very patiently, to see the devastated look on Maribrat’s face when she got to the dance and saw…

Adrien and Lila were at the dance, together, as dates; the perfect couple. Marinette was suipossed to be so, SO, heartbroken.

She never batted an eye.

She even told Lila how nice she looked.

And then went on her way. Because Lila wasn’t worth anymore of her time or energy. Like Lila hadn’t taken everything from her.

Like I hadn’t won.

Like I hadn’t beat her.

I did. I know I did.

I beat everyone.

I win at everything.

Marinette just wasn’t playing right.

It was the last time Marinette looked her way the entire night. She was too busy with her perfect friend, her perfect boyfriend, living her stupid perfect life. Being crowned Queen. Lila had broken every mirror and reflect surface in her room. If Marinette didn’t want to look at her problem than neither did Lila.

This wasn’t how winners acted…

After the dance, Lila had tried to get closer to the other kids in school, Marinette’s friends. But they didn’t bat at an eye at her. Had only given the barest looks of amusement, and pity, at her attempts.

It got so bad that Lila almost believed the lie she told the class about Marinette turning the school against her.

Truthfully she knew that Marinette couldn’t have been bothered to. She was too busy. Too busy to worry about the drama in their stupid little class.

Stupid busy for me!

No, she went on her day like Lila didn’t exist.

I exist, damn you.

I’m here.

And I beat you.

I won!

The more she ignored Lila the worst Lila got the class to treat her. Exile her. Got them to get Bustier to get kick Marinette off the school field trips.

Not that it bother Marinette. She just stopped helping fund raise. Went on jaw-dropping trips with her new friends. Ignored the sneers and glares from her ex-friends. Like nothing bother her. None of them matter.

None of them were important enough to matter to her! Lila wasn’t important enough to matter to the great Marinette.

Is this how you treat people who beat you, huh, Maribrat?

You ignore them?

Pretend they’re not there.

SO you can pretend I didn’t win!

Lila wasn’t going to apologize for beating her fair and square. She wasn’t going to stop lying, tell the truth, and beg for Marinette’s friendship. Because what would that really do?

It would be a forfeit.

It would mean I didn’t win.

And really it wasn’t like she did anything wrong, right? If anything Marinette should be thanking Lila for revealing the true colors of her so-called friends, of her crush. Not that Lila was trying to justify anything. Because she didn’t have to.

I won, after all.

Lila won so Marinette shouldn’t be ignoring her in class, right? She shouldn’t act like nothing Lila did phased her. Like Lila didn’t exist. Lila shouldn’t have to be the one to make amends, right?

History is written by the victors.

And I won!

It wouldn’t matter even if she did. Marinette had always hated her, had always been out to get her, had disliked her the moment she laid eyes on Lila just like Ladybug.

Lila had always been on Marinette’s blacklist. And she had done so many things, she couldn’t even remember what landed her there in the first place. It was something stupid, probably. Something so minor, some little lie that Marinette was to uppity to forgive, to let go of.

It was her problem, not mine.

It was all Marinette’s fault, right? It was all her fault! So NO! Lila wouldn’t admit defeat. She wouldn’t stop lying. So why do I want to…

Lila would rub everything she took from Marinette into the other girl’s face. Maribrat would break eventually. They always do. They have to, right? No one could deal with losing so much in such a short while. She’ll admit she was wrong, right? That She should’ve bowed down and accepted Lila as her friend, as the class’s new sweetheart. She’d admit Lila won then, right? Lila beat her. Lila was and is and always will be the winner.

I won!

I beat her.

So there! Lila won, that was it. That was how the game ended and how the story would too. She’d marry Adrien, make Alya her maid of honor just to rub it in Marinette’s face that Lila had everything she ever dreamed of.

Then she’d admit Lila’s won. Because Lila always wins! She already won, after all. Marinette just refused to be a good little loser and admit it…

Lila won.

I’m the winner, right?

#ml salt #lila salt #lila bashing #lila rossi #minor adrien salt #minor class salt #class salt

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animeyanderelover · 3 years

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Hi! First of all I want to thank everyone for the support you have given me so far🥰. I really, really appreciate it! Here is my next post. Hopefully you like it.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, paranoia, manipulation, bipolar behavior, violence, guilt-tripping, manipulation, sabotage, blackmailing, threatening, bribing, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of killing

Yandere Trancy Manor Hc’s

Alois Trancy

👅This one’s really a handful to take in. He’s pretty bipolar and that effects his Yandere behavior as well. Depending on his mood he can have less worse traits or worse ones. Let’s start with the “better” traits which are delusional, clingy, lovestruck, obsessive and desperate. In his mind the both of you were made for each other so it’s only natural that he wants to know everything about you. Extremely clingy, wherever his s/o is he’ll be there as well and he wants, no, he NEEDS your attention and love even more than Claude’s! This boy cherishes you so much. Extremely touchstarved.

👅The worse traits from him are possessive, manipulative, cruel and some tendencies to the sadistic type. He lost his little brother and won’t lose his darling too, no matter what he has to do! Manipulative as fuck, he fooled everyone with his acts when his “father” died and will use his horrific past on the s/o as well. The thing is, I think he would be more than hesitant to hurt his darling. He doesn’t care about hurting other people, but with the s/o he’s more careful. But when he’s angered enough he might loose it and hurt the s/o and insult them without really realizing what he does until he snaps out of it and as soon as he realized what he’s done he’s heartbroken. Also a very cruel type, but mostly only with the people who are in his relationships’s way with the s/o.

👅Possessive and clingy is a frightening mix. Do everyone the favor and don’t look at anybody else except him. He already punishes his servants when they take your attention away from him, but if it’s another person they’re dead. If someone even takes his darling’s attention away from him for one second he’ll throw a tantrum right then and there. After this he’ll act like the brat he is, even towards you, but one simple hug or a gentle kiss on the cheek from you and he’ll melt and goes back to treating you like a queen/king.

👅Alois is ready to kill everyone who comes in his way. Most of the time he orders Claude to do it, but if someone made you cry, harmed you or confessed to you is when the boy shows his true cruelty. First of all he’ll order Claude to take that person to a secure place where only he has access to. Then he’ll tell them in detail what is going to happen to them with a crazed look in his eyes, which is already enough to make someone never go near the s/o again. After that the torture starts and I can guarantee that everyone begs him to just kill them after merely 30 minutes, but days or even weeks might pass before that guy kills the person. Even hell will seem harmless compared to this.

👅Alois will kidnap his darling really quickly given his paranoia. But he makes sure that everything is towards their liking, there’s nothing he doesn’t know about them. If they try to escape him he’ll chain them up to the bed, but will still spoil them.

👅Uff...This is hard to say. If we go by his worse traits and by how he treats the s/o sometimes and the people around his darling he’s one of the really dangerous ones. But if we go with the better traits and how he treats you most of the time he’s in a dark dark green zone. He spoils you to the rotten and if he accidentally hurts you this boy starts crying, going on his knees and begging you for forgiveness. For the next few days he’ll smoother you in even more affection, hugs and kisses than he already does. I think it’s up to you to judge if he’s a better or worse one.

Claude Faustus

🕷He’s a demon so naturally possessive over the s/o, never letting them leave his side for more than a few seconds. Also the aware type, just like Sebastian he might not know human feelings that well, but he is sure that they aren’t supposed to be so passionate. He’s a manipulative one, using lies to slowly trap his darling in his web without them noticing.

🕷Also a clingy one, I already mentioned it in Sebastian’s Hc, it’s rare for demons to find true love and he never knew what joy he could feel from simply being near his darling. Also an obsessive one he loves everything about you what makes him a touchy one as well.

🕷Possessive and clingy ones are always easily jealous, same goes for Claude. He just found his mate, do you seriously expect to just watch when they’re having fun with someone else?! Na-ah, not happening. His reaction would be similar to Sebastian he would most likely let some part of his demon form appear for a few seconds to scare the other person away.

🕷If someone even dares to touch his s/o’s skin he makes sure to make their death as agonizing as possible. He won’t let anyone take his darling away from him and is willing to crush everyone who tries it. But just like Sebastian he is careful with his killing because the last thing he wants to happen is that this little brat called Alois finds out about you.

🕷Claude will kidnap his darling very quickly given his possessiveness. He doesn’t even think about asking them to work as a maid because Alois is already really cruel to the demon servants so thinking about what harm he might cause a human servant...Yeah, no chance that he’ll let his s/o anywhere near that brat. He’ll search for a nice and cozy cottage somewhere isolated and makes sure that his darling can’t escape from there.

🕷Compared to his master he’s a better Yandere. He just wishes to spoil the s/o and he’ll bring you everyday a new gift. Books, sweets, dresses/suits, whatever you wish for. This guy helps you with everything and will insist on dressing you. He wants you to rely on him and if you act up he’ll be more strict with you, but overall such a gentleman.

Hannah Annafellows

🟣She’s a demon so she’s a possessive one. She’s also obsessed with her darling, loving their hair, scent, skin, laughter, everything about them is addicting to her. She’s a manipulative one and will ensure that everyone the s/o is close to will somehow end up leaving them. And who’s during such times your shoulder to cry on? Hannah! She makes sure that her s/o relies on her and only trusts her.

🟣Hannah is also the lovestruck and overprotective Yandere. She always makes sure that her darling is being watched by her or the triplets so nothing bad happens to them. No words can describe how much she adores and loves her darling. And just for you she’s a really soft one. But don’t get too comfy with her because if you anger her enough she’ll punish you.

🟣Hannah has different from the other demons here just a bit more patience with people, mostly because she knows that they’ll leave the s/o very soon for some “unknown” reasons and that her darling will then run crying to her, needing her hugs and comforts. With these thoughts in her mind, you in her arms and clinging onto her for dear life, she can hold out for some time.

🟣She won’t kill unless given a good reason to. If someone for example takes a liking towards her darling and ignores Hannah’s warning that person is dead. Same goes for people who made you cry and hurt you, even if it’s just a small scratch, that person will be dead within the same day.

🟣She won’t kidnap her s/o unless something bad happens. Most likely scenarios are if she confesses to them and they reject her, they find out about her behavior towards others around them, you distance yourself from her or you’re getting seriously harmed. But as soon as she does her s/o has no chance to escape her with not only her, but the triplets watching over her as well.

🟣I believe that Hannah can be a better Yandere, but only if you behave well. She has some kind of reward system which means the better you behave the more she’s willing to let you out and grand you your wishes. If you don’t behave or try to escape she’ll punish you, but I believe that her punishments are more mentally than physically. That doesn’t really make it better since she’s a demon. She’ll probably let you imagine your worst nightmares and then you’ll run like a frightened bunny to her and beg and cry for her help which she’ll gladly give you, making you see her as your hero and savior which is exactly what she wants. But overall a soft and caring woman.

Timber, Thompson & Canterbury

🤫Since they’re really discreet they prove a little challenge, but I really like them and want to give it a try. All demons are possessive, no exception with these guys. Since they’re so quiet I think they are stalkers as well. At least one of them is ALWAYS observing you from the distance.

🤫Obsessed with their darling in every sense possible. They’re the types to steal things from the s/o and since they are 3 of them they steal a looot of things from their darling. Books, toothbrushes, clothes, underwear... Also the lovestruck types, always imagining how wonderful it would be to have their darling near them. When they are near the s/o then they are incredibly touchy with them.

🤫They know who you meet during the day since they’re always watching! The one who watched you that day will report everything to his brothers and they’ll decide together if that person should be killed or not. Nearly 97% of the time they go with the first option since they can’t stand the thought of someone else being near their darling.

🤫As mentioned above, they hate the thought of someone else near the s/o. It’s already bad enough to have one demon wanting to kill you, but 3?! That’s the worst situation someone could ever ask for. They’re the quiet but deadly types, but I can imagine that the triplets will toy with the victim at first, making fun of them before cornering that person and killing them.

🤫The brothers make sure to kidnap you very soon because at one point just watching didn’t satisfy them anymore. They’ll most likely have a fight about who gets to kidnap you before deciding that they’ll all go together. Isn’t just the thought of having 3 lovesick demons hunting you down wonderful? You’re never going to see anything except the small house in which they keep you again. Escaping isn’t an option too because one of them is always with the darling. Now they only need to find out how to share the s/o.

🤫They’re in the middle, meaning they’re not the worst and not the best. They always argue about who gets to take you on a short walk outside, who gets to help you dress up, who gets to help you with a bath, honestly it’s more frustrating. Punishments are only given when you try to escape or resist their affection towards you and consist of locking you in a dark room with only one meal per day. Probably doesn’t sound that bad, but when you’re about to sleep they silently hide somewhere in the dark and use their demonic powers to give you terrible nightmares and at some point you’re going to be too scared to sleep. That’s when they let you out again and the next few weeks or even months, depending on how far they went, you won’t be able to sleep without at least one of them with you in the bed, cuddling you satisfied and happily in his arms. But most of the time they’re your loyal servants, you won’t have to lift a finger just let them do anything. ( The triplets turned out longer than wanted, but as mentioned above I really like them and just the fact that they’re 3 makes the whole situation even more interesting. From the whole Trancy household they’re definitely my favorites.)

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere alois #yandere alois trancy #yandere claude #yandere claude faustus #yandere hannah #yandere hannah annafellows #yandere triplets #yandere timber #yandere thompson #yandere canterbury

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

+ A Nightmare Before Christmas

First of all, its mostly Disney. Second of all, I hope you know that this was a struggle for me.

Also, note, Bubba will be the only Leatherface in this post and Billy and Stu will be the only Ghostfaces. There is Norma Bates though, so sort of a consolation.

There are links to videos on YouTube ^^

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher / Ghostface: Playing With the Big Boy’s Now (Hotep and Huy, Prince of Egypt)

Well... they’re part of the ‘big boys’, now! They are part of the Slashers group that, uh, ‘inspired them’. Imagine instead of Egyptian Gods, they’re chanting Slasher names.

[HUY] Pick up your silly twig, boy [HOTEP & HUY] You're playing with the big boys now! Ha ha ha ha!

[EGYPTIAN PRIESTS] By the power of Ra Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket Anubis, Anukis Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet...

Chop Top and Nubbins + Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface: Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws (Lock, Shock and Barrel, Nightmare Before Christmas)

I mean... they aren't Drayton’s minions, but they are like this XD

I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more

Yes you're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: In The Dark Of The Night (Rasputin, Anastasia)

Mystical man? Check! ‘Betrayal’ (As far as he sees it)? Check. Made them pay? Check; I think Nica, Sarah and all the other families he destroys throughout the franchise can attest to that. And ‘One little girl got away’? Well Andy isn’t a girl, but yeah. Check.

I was once the most mystical man in all Russia When the royals betrayed me they mad a mistake My curse made each of them pay But one little girl got away Little Anya, beware Rasputin's awake

Drayton Sawyer: Don’t Fall In Love (Forte, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas)

Its such a crochety, unessessarily rude way of describing relationships to someone! I mean, I understand completely and resonate deeply with the desire to be alone and not be responsible for anyone else, but- come on! Beast doesn't share your view! Let it go!

Its just like Drayton’s reaction to Bubba having a crush. Super cool video too!

As soon as your heart rules your head Your life is not your own It's hell when someone's always there It's bliss to be alone

And love of any kind is bad A dog, a child, a cat They take up so much precious time Now, where's the sense in that?

Freddy Krueger: No More Mr Nice Guy (Rothbart, Swan Princess)

A man with an uncomfortable relationship with the main female character pretending to be normal and not homicidal for a while before unlocking more power and letting there inner bad guy loose and taking great pleasure in it? Sounds familiar. They also have a similar vocabulary- except of course Rothbart is rated G.

I'll become that nasty, naughty, dirty, spiteful Wicked, wayward, way-delightful Bad guy I was born to be

Lyin' loathesome, never-tender Indiscreet repeat offender No more Mr Nice Guy That's not me

Inkubus: The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind (Professor Rattigan, The Greatest Mouse Detective)

‘Inkubus’ is literally a movie about him listing all his crimes over the centuries and messing with the police force because he has a bone to pick with a detective. Sounds pretty similar to me! Listen to the song! ^^

Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course! My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I'm at it again An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain!

Jason Voorhees: Despicable Me (About Gru, Despicable Me)

I... this is all I could think of!! But the more I listen to it and read the lyrics... it f i t s Jason so well! XD Please just let this slide; I know Gru isn't really a villain but he is at the start!! Let me have this.

Why ask why? Better yet "Why not?" Why are you marking x on that spot? Why use a blow torch isn't that hot? Why use a chainsaw? Is that all you got? Why do you like seeing people in shock? But my question to you is "Why not?" Why go to the bank and stand in line Just use a freeze gun it saves me time. I'm havin' a bad, bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rollin' whatever I see, Huh, despicable me I'm havin' a bad, bad day If you take it personal that's okay Watch, this is so fun to see Huh, despicable me

Jennifer Check: Trust In Me (Kaa, The Jungle Book)

She’s a succubus demon. Tempting boys into a safe-feeling, docile state so she she can strike is her thing.

Will cease to resist Just relax Be at rest Like a bird In a nest

Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: Savages (Governor Ratcliffe and the Colonizer’s parts, Pocahontas)

Obviously, because of the (Inaccurate) historical relevance of both movies (Different time’s, same terrible prejudice,) and also because there is definitely a very cult-ish feel about both Governor Ratcliffe’s song and Buckman’s leadership. How easily they’re able to gather support from their people for the most horrible reasons. How horrifying it is to audiences and historians.

They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the drums of war!

Michael Myers: The Gospel Truth II (Muses about Hades, Hercules)

In a Disney movie, Michael would have others sing his song about him as he goes about his silent, determined walking XD

If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up It's Hades 'Cause he had an evil plan He ran the underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth

Midnight Man: Oogie Boogie’s Song (Oogie Boogie, Nightmare Before Christmas)

A song about a “Gamblin’ Boogie Man” is perfect for the Midnight Man! He and Oogie could be pals.

Woah! The sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine

Norma Bates: Mother Knows Best Reprise (Mother Gothel, Tangled)

Norma is soooooo so so so unbelievably manipulative towards Norman (And Dylan. It just works better on Norman) and this song absolutely presents that. She can go from sweet, loving mother to spiteful, heinous bitch in two seconds if Norman or Dylan don't do what or react the way she wants them to.

Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented

This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented, Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy

Pamela Voorhees: My Lullaby (Zira, The Lion King 2)

In a opposite approach to a villainous mother to Norma, we have Pam, who was heartbroken by the camp councillors letting her son die and vowed to get revenge. She didn't know she was teaching Jason to be the Crystal Lake killer like Zira did, but she did, and the whole song does have her kind of feel to it also.

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a kingI've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest

Patrick Bateman: Cruella De Vil (Arthur, 101 Dalmations)

Never before was there a song that described audiences reaction to watching Patrick living in his daily life and hearing his thoughts better then this one.

Cruella De Vil Cruella De Vil If she doesn't scare you No evil thing will To see her is to Take a sudden chill Cruella, Cruella De Vil

The curl of her lips The ice in her stare All innocent children Had better beware She's like a spider waiting For the kill Look out for Cruella De Vil

Pennywise (Both): You’re Only Second Rate (Jafar, Return of Jafar)

Mostly for the video and Jafar’s energy in this scene actually XD So many transformations, so many tasteless puns! I was going to give this to Freddy but its the closest thing to Penny I could think of.

Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size I'll make a great escape It's just a piece of cake You're only second rate You know your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up Let me pontificate upon your sorry state You're only second rate

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Hellfire (Judge Claude Frollo, Hunchback of Notre Dame)

A nasty filthy man who think’s he’s in the right despite being the biggest creep and monster ever? Mhm.

*Note: I honestly didn't notice the deformed baby, Quasimodo/Thomas link until the day after I wrote this. Don't know how I feel about it. I mean, Hoyt is actually nice, in his way, to Thomas so the connection isn't totally there but onwards:

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

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I did think of other connections which I obviously didnt landed on but still have merit! Here!

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: ‘Gaston’ was considered, but that would have just been a joke XD I don’t think Stu is quite as obsessed with Billy as LeFou is with Gaston.

Chucky: Friends on the Other Side. Obviously! That link was actually what inspired me to make this post. In The Dark of Night fits to a T though.

Freddy Krueger: You’re Only Second Rate! Ah, its perfectttt. But No More Mr Nice Guy fits better. If I ever do a Slashers as Disney Villains post, he’ll be Jafar for sure. Or Hades. Or Scar. Or Oogie. Probably Hades. You know what? Without the gore and blood and explicit sexual references, Freddy could be a Disney Villain himself. Its not like Disney hasn't towed the line before with perverted villains. >_> (Jafar and Frollo)

Jason and Pamela Voorhees: Mother Knows Best! Of course.

Jennifer Check: Love is For Peasants (Barbie Island Princess) Because Jennifer thinks like this:

Men? <<< Literally anything else.

Patrick Bateman: How Can I Refuse? (From Barbie Princess and the Pauper) XD If Patrick were a kids movie villain, he would totally join the ranks of corrupted usurpers pretending to be trustworthy royal advisory staff. Also ‘Let It Die’, that little interruption part of another song that O’Hare sings in the Lorax and ‘How Bad Can I be?’.

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