#also i love their glove/arm protector things

[miraculouswolf99]

This Is Halloween

Lila Salt and Chloe Salt. I do not know if France celebrates Halloween or not, but this idea was too good to pass up. It is a little late for Halloween, but I still wanted to post it.

"Why do you love Halloween so much, dude," Nino could not help but ask Adrien as they walked to school.

"I grew up on Disney, Nino," Adrien reminds his best friend. "They have some of the best Halloween movies outside the horror genre. Not to mention the best Halloween songs."

"You are never gonna stop loving Disney, are you, dude," Nino chuckled.

"Nope," Adrien smirked as he popped the 'P.' "And you can not blame me regarding their Halloween movies. Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, Twitches, Under Wraps, Nightmare Before Christmas, Haunted Mansion, Girl VS Monster. Nothing says Halloween, to me, like a good Disney Halloween movie!"

"You are probably the only person I have ever met who likes Halloween for the movies rather than for the candy," Nino laughed.

"Can you even imagine my dad letting me go out and get free candy," Adrien raised an eyebrow.

"That is... a very good point that I really should have seen coming," Nino said.

Adrien had taken full advantage of the fact that it was Halloween. His father could take a lot of things away from him, but it would most definitely NOT be Halloween. So, he had chosen a character from one of his favorite anime, Naruto. With his blond hair, he could not imagine being any other character. So, he was wearing the classic Naruto orange and blue jacket with a white collar, a white swirl with a tassel on the left side, and a red Uzumaki crest on the back. He also wore orange pants with a shuriken holster on his right knee, blue sandals, and a blue forehead protector.

Nino had chosen a different character. He had chosen Cyborg from the 2003 Teen Titans cartoon. Mostly because, in Nino's own words, Teen Titans Go is a crime against the Teen Titans. He, with the help of Alya and Marinette, used makeup to make the robotic half of his face. In contrast, Marinette used her fashion design skills to make more realistic-looking robotic arms and boots that did not keep him from being able to use his hands/fingers. He had already revealed his costume was approved by his little brother, which said something since Chris was a very tough critic. 

Soon, the two of them walked into the school. Everyone around them was in costume, including the teachers. They made their way up to their classroom.

"Girl, how much makeup did you use," they heard Alya say as soon as they came in.

"Don't even get me started," Marinette giggled. "I will probably be in the shower all night to get this stuff off."

Looking over at the two girls, they definitely could see what the two were talking about. Marinette had decided to take advantage of her blue hair by becoming Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe. Her entire face, as well as other visible parts of her skin, was covered with blue makeup to really make her look like the character. She used long blue gloves and blue tights to make her arms and legs also look blue along with a blue dress exactly like the one Lapis wore on the show before her look changed in the final season.

Alya, on the other hand, chose a much more simple look. She was dressed up as Valerie Gray from Danny Phantom. She was wearing a yellow camisole and orange skirt with yellow socks and white tennis shoes. She also wore an orange headband, golden earrings, an orange necklace, and two bracelets on each wrist, one golden and the other orange.

"Lookin' good, Red Huntress," Nino flirted with his girlfriend as he put his arm around her shoulders.

"Did you seriously just expose my identity," Alya faked offense at Nino 'exposing' Valerie's anti-hero identity of Red Huntress.

"Hey, if I can't hide, then neither can you," Nino countered, using the fact that Cyborg can not hide who he is to his advantage.

"I can hide," Adrien declared as he put his hands together in a 'ninja' pose. "I am from the Hidden Leaf Village, so hiding is what I do best!"

"You really love getting into character, don't you," Marinette giggled.

"I can't help it when it is something as fun as this," Adrien grinned brightly. "I love Halloween!"

"Something that has been made clear pretty much since the end of September," Nino chuckled.

"I am mostly just surprised that your dad actually allowed you out of the house while wearing that," Alya giggled.

"My dad can control me any other day of the year, but I draw the limit at Halloween," Adrien declared.

"If only you had this confidence when dealing with your father every other day of the year," Lyon said as he and Vallia walked into the classroom.

The Greek twins had also embraced the holiday. 

Lyon had chosen an anime character just like Adrien. Only, he was dressed as Gray Fullbuster from Fairy Tail. He was dressed in Gray's look from the first couple of episodes. Which was a long white coat with dark blue outlines and a high collar, dark green pants, and black boots that almost reached his knees.

Vallia, on the other hand, took a more elegant approach to Halloween. She had grown up with the Rainbow Magic fairy books by Daisy Meadows. So, she chose to dress up as India the Moonstone Fairy. She let down her hair and placed a single pink rose in her hair. She also wore a strapless white dress that reached down to just above her knees. All over her dress were spots of pink and blue with another pink rose being on the top right part of her dress. She was also wearing pink ballet flats since she could not find shoes that matched the ones the fairy was wearing on the book cover. She carried a fake wand while also wearing fake fairy wings.

"You take your whole 'Ice Prince' thing to a new level, Lyon," Alya commented.

"I am icy and I know it," Lyon smirked. "Just be glad I went with the version of Gray that actually has clothes on."

"I am sure there would be a lot of people that wouldn't mind you being that version of him," Nino chuckled. "Present company included."

"I would be jealous, but it's not like I can deny it," Alya laughed.

Lyon blushed, not used to people saying stuff like that to him. Sure, he knew when people had crushes on him, especially gold-digger girls who wanted access to his and Vallia's family fortune, but not in the way their friends were currently acting. Course, he knew it was all in good fun and teasing.

"You guys are going to ruin my brother's 'Ice Prince' persona if you keep this up," Vallia tells them.

"That blush ruins it enough without us saying else," Adrien smirked.

"I hate all of you," Lyon glared at them.

"Love you too, Lyon," Marinette giggled.

The rest of the class soon came into the classroom. All of them were in costume as well.

The girls were some of the first to arrive. Juleka, to the surprise of no one, was dressed up as Wednesday Addams from the Jenna Ortega show. Complete with a fake hand on her shoulder to represent Thing. Rose, also to the surprise of no one, came dressed as Princess Peach from Mario. She even wore extensions to make her hair longer to match the character. Alix was dressed up as Lavagirl from the classic Shark Boy and Lavagirl movie. Like Marinette, she took advantage of her hair. Mylene had channeled her dad and chose to dress up like a mime. She even chose to wear a black and white wig to go with her costume. Sabrina, who had been becoming more independent, embraced her own inner anime nerd by dressing up as Misty from Pokemon. She even wore Pokeball-shaped earrings.

The boys arrived close to the girls. Ivan decided to embrace his "title" as a "gentle giant" by dressing up as another "gentle giant" from TV, DJ from Total Drama. He even had a bunny stuffed animal with him to represent the bunny DJ adopted in the first season. Max wanted to throw it back in the face of all those who call him a nerd by dressing up as Steve Urkel. He was ready to start saying "Did I do that?" Nathaniel, who was also an anime nerd, had dressed up as Kirishima from My Hero Academia. However, he chose to dress in the school uniform since he did not want to wear Kirishima's shirtless hero costume. Kim, who was not afraid to show off what he had, came in dressed as Sin Cara from the WWE. Vallia was already drooling over seeing his bare chest.

Lila and Chloe were the last to enter the classroom. Of course, Chloe was dressed up as Queen Bee. They expected nothing less from the brat. Lila, much to Adrien's disgust, was dressed as Ladybug. She was clearly still trying to keep up the lie that she was the hero's best friend. 

"I'm gonna go throw up, be right back," Lyon remarked before he and Vallia went to their seats behind Juleka and Rose.

"He might blush, but he is STILL the Ice Prince," Alya remarked.

"There is no doubt about that," Nino agreed with his girlfriend.

The class had pretty much had an unspoken agreement when it came to Lila. They did not really believe that Lila was lying about everything to them like Marinette said she was, but they also did not believe Lila whenever she would say anything bad about Marinette. So, they had all come to a silent agreement to simply keep Lila and Marinette away from each other and no longer try to get Marinette to be friends with Lila. 

"Oh, Marinette, what an... interesting costume," Lila tried and failed to not sound jealous of Marinette's costume.

"I wanted to use my hair to my advantage," Marinette tried to keep things casual. "Plus, Alya and I have seen this show when we are babysitting together. So, I thought it was a great idea."

"Are you not worried about taking a character from a children's show," Lila tried to sneak in an underhanded comment.

"Who cares," Marinette shrugged. "There are people of all ages that enjoy shows that are usually meant for kids. Besides, Halloween is about fun no matter who you are dressed up as."

"I know that I always want to have as much fun as possible on Halloween," Adrien stated. "And I will use all my ninja powers to make sure no one can stop me!"

"Someone enjoys getting into character," Alix snickered.

"Can you all keep it down," Juleka said in her best Wednesday voice. "I am trying to ignore the bright sun in the sky. It burns my eyes."

"There are so many reasons why I enjoy having this girl as a friend," Lyon chuckled, enjoying Juleka going full-goth.

"Friends are as pointless as daytime is," Juleka stated.

"Is it wrong that even when I know it is Juleka, she still creeps me out," Nathaniel asked.

"I am pretty sure Juleka would be insulted if you were not creeped out by her right now," Rose stated.

"Probably the only person on the planet that takes pride in creeping people out," Vallia giggled.

"I say again, so many reasons why I like her being my friend," Lyon repeated himself.

Lila's eyes visibly twitched, which would be seen by anyone who was paying attention. It was obvious that she did not like how her attempt to get under Marinette's skin had failed so quickly. Not to mention how she also lost the attention on her just as quickly.

"Well, my costume is pretty self-explanatory," Lila said. "Of course, I had to dress up as my best friend."

"Ladybug appreciates anyone that dresses like her for Halloween," Marinette tried not to call Lila out on that lie. "I know that the girl I babysit, Manon, also wanted to dress as Ladybug."

"Well, my costume was designed and made by one of the biggest fashion designers back in Italy," Lila bragged.

Lyon yawned as she talked. He and Vallia had never been the type to hide how they felt about Lila. They never believed anything she said and often made it clear how they got bored of her constant talking. Lyon had even said to her face that he would rather rip his ears off than willingly listen to her non-stop talking.

"I wish I actually had ice magic so that I could freeze her mouth shut," Lyon commented to his sister.

"Maybe if I wave my wand at her enough, a moonstone will eventually come out of nowhere and knock her out," Vallia responded.

"I would pay literally anything for that to happen," Lyon said.

"Death comes for everyone, but maybe sooner for those that deserve it more," Juleka says.

She could obviously hear them from her seat in front of them. While most of the class was trying to be neutral in the 'Lila and Marinette Drama' there were those who did know the truth. Juleka, Nathaniel, and Kim were all aware that Lila was a liar. Juleka figured it out after it was revealed that Jagged was her and Luka's father, so she had "insider" information about Jagged never having had a kitten not writing a song about anyone other than Ladybug and Penny. Nathaniel was shown that she was a liar when Marc told him that Lila tried to say that she could introduce him to Stan Lee, even though he was dead. All Kim needed was to sit down with Marinette and listen to why she believed that Lila was a liar, which Marinette told him was because there was no way that Ladybug would befriend someone who would instantly boast about it on the Ladyblog, and he believed her since he had grown up with Marinette.

"You are really enjoying your costume, aren't you," Vallia giggled.

"Enjoyment is for those that try to make up for the fact that they live sad and lonely lives," Juleka stated.

"Are we sure that she is not possessed by Wednesday Addams rather than just dressing like her," Lyon joked.

"I will never tell," Juleka said.

"At this point, I would be seriously surprised if her birthday was not Halloween, Friday the 13th, or Dia De Los Muertos," Vallia says.

Rose looked like she wanted to tell Vallia the day of Juleka's actual birthday, but she chose not to just because she liked the joke.

"I would have asked her to make your costume as well, Marinette," Lila continued talking in her fake sweet tone. "But I know you don't like me."

"Her acting is not even that good," Adrien mumbled to himself, even though Nino could hear him.

"I would have said 'no' anyway," Marinette said. "After all, since I want to be a fashion designer, it is better to get as much practice as possible as a teenager. And Halloween is the perfect excuse to practice my craft."

"And my girl's got skills," Alya gave Marinette a side hug. "She even made me these bracelets for my costume since I couldn't find any in any store I tried."

"Besides, as much as you wanted to be Ladybug, being something so... predictable has never been my style," Marinette could not but throw in her own underhanded comment. "After all, even just from those in the bakery this morning and who I saw on my way to school, so many people were dressed as Ladybug. That has never been my style."

"It's true," Kim said. "Ever since we were kids, Marinette has always had the most unique and fun costumes on Halloween. However, nothing less can be expected from someone that lives in a bakery than for them to love a holiday all about sweets."

"I remember all of her costumes," Nino says. "And they have always been awesome. During that entire werewolf and vampire craze a few years ago, Marinette went against that and dressed like a fairy princess. The complete opposite of what everyone else was going for."

"That sounds adorable," Adrien said, unknowingly making Marinette blush.

Miss.Bustier soon came into the classroom, making everyone go to their seats. Much to the surprise of everyone, she was also in a costume. They all could not help but giggle and chuckle at how Miss.Bustier was dressed up as Miss.Frizzle from The Magic School Bus. She even had a fake lizard to represent Liz.

"Good morning, class," she says. "While I am sure all of you are excited about Halloween, it is still a school day."

"Can I just say that you actually look really nice as Miss.Frizzle, Miss.Bustier," Adrien commented after he was called on.

"Thank you, Adrien," Bustier smiled at him. "I used to teach elementary and would show episodes of the show to my class. So, I thought it would be nice to experience some nostalgia from those days."

"Memories are some of the best reasons to wear costumes like that," Marinette smiled at her.

Bustier smiled at them some more before she went to start her lesson. 

"Alright, class, today we are going to..." Bustier started.

A slight wave of energy washed over all of Paris. It was barely noticeable, only noticed by those who have been involved with magic in the past. Which was technically all of them since they have either been akumatized or wielded a miraculous or both.

"Take chances, make mistakes, get messy," Bustier suddenly blurted out, shocking the entire class. "I'm sorry, class. I have no idea where that came from."

"I hope any mistakes made are deadly ones," Juleka in her Wednesday tone again.

"Okay, something feels wrong," Nino groaned almost in pain as he put his hand on his head.

"I'm glad that someone else feels that way," Lyon agreed with Nino.

"Is anyone else suddenly really hot, or is it just me," Alix started using her hand as a fan to try and cool herself down.

"If anything, I'm cold," Lyon shivered a little.

"Uh... Juleka," Rose looked nervous while speaking in the higher-toned 'Peach' voice. "Is that hand supposed to be... moving?"

"WHAT!" the class all yelled at the same time, looking at Juleka immediately.

Sure enough, the "fake" hand on her shoulder was moving. It suddenly jumped off Juleka's shoulder and was "standing" in front of her on her and Rose's desk. Everyone instantly jumped and moved away from the hand.

"You guys are going to hurt Thing's feelings," Juleka said.

"Juleka, the voice was fun before, but you are starting to really freak me out," Nathaniel stated.

"I don't... I don't think I can stop," Juleka actually sounded worried even in her lower Wednesday voice.

"Guys... I think she is being serious," Rose said.

Everyone got even more worried. Something was most definitely wrong. Juleka may be quiet, but she did not have a low voice like the one she was currently speaking in. And then just to add more freakiness to the situation, the previous fake bunny that Ivan had been holding also jumped out of his arms and onto his desk.

"I, officially, am freaked out," Kim stated.

"Did you guys feel that energy from before," Marinette asked them all. "Maybe that has something to do with what's going on."

"And what is even going on, girl," Alya asked her best friend.

Marinette gave her a look that clearly was saying "Are you serious, right now?"

"An akuma, Alya," Marinette says. "You would think after all this time, you would have learned the signs of an akuma by now."

"Marinette, don't be mean to Alya," Lila had the gall to try and scold her.

"Hey, Marinette has a point," Adrien stood up for Marinette. "Hawkmoth has been sending akumas for over a year. It is pretty obvious when he is up to something."

"What type of akuma even is this," Lyon was visibly disturbed by the sight of 'Thing' still crawling around on Juleka and Rose's desk. "Does it bring inanimate objects to life?"

"I would have guessed that if not for Juleka's change in voice and Miss.Bustier's earlier shout," Marinette says.

"Vallia, what do you..." Lyon cut himself off at the sight of his sister missing from her seat. "Vallia? What in the name of the gods!"

He looked around, trying to find his sister. The others all looked under their desks and around them as well to see if Vallia had hidden somewhere in the classroom for some reason. They would have thought she climbed out the window for some reason if they had not heard a tiny voice.

"You guys might want to look up," they all heard from above them.

They all looked up and their jaws hit the floor. Flying above them was a fairy. And not just any fairy, it was Vallia.

"Someone please tell me that I am dreaming," Max stated. "Ow!"

"You're not dreaming," Kim said, having just pinched Max on his arm.

"Vallia," Lyon gasped at the sight of his sister being an actual fairy.

"Don't ask me," Vallia flew down and sat on her and Lyon's desk in front of her brother. "One second I was fine, and the next I was tiny and flying. I know I joked about wanting my want to actually be able to work earlier, but not like this."

"That's it," Nathaniel, of all people, stood up.

"What's it," Alix asked him.

"That is what the akuma does," Nathaniel says. "It doesn't bring inanimate objects to life, that wave of energy from earlier turned all of us into our costumes!"

All of them then started looking at themselves just to test if Nathaniel's theory was true. And it turned out he was right. Sabrina nearly jumped out of her skin when one of her fake Pokeballs grew larger in her hand when she pressed the button on it. Alix touched her desk and immediately had to take her hand off it because she accidentally started burning it just from her touch. Nino tapped his robotic arm and it opened up to reveal a small computer screen, just like the one Cyborg uses to communicate with his teammates on the show without the use of his Titan communicator. Max simply stood up and instantly tripped over his own feet in a classic case of Urkel clumsiness and also instantly said "Did I do that?" by pure instinct.

"How did you figure it out, Nath," Adrien asked him, curious.

"It would not be the first time I have seen this happen," Nathaniel said.

"What," everyone gasped.

"Not in reality, obviously," Nathaniel continued. "But, I've seen a lot of TV shows that have had 'turning into their costumes' as part of their Halloween specials. It was done on Fairly Odd Parents, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Simpsons, not to mention the iconic Haunted Mask episode of Goosebumps."

"I am suddenly so glad that you're a nerd," Alix stated.

"I'm a nerd and proud of it," Nathaniel says.

Unknown to the rest of the class, four other members were way more concerned about the current situation. Adrien, Marinette, Lyon, and Vallia all had no idea if this akuma would keep them from transforming. None of them had currently been wearing their miraculous but had also kept them on them. Giving her bag a quick look, Marinette was relieved to see Tikki was still there with the earrings. The same could be said for Adrien, who was glad that Plagg was still in his jacket pocket with the ring. Lyon looked inside his and Vallia's backpacks, glad to see their own miraculous and kwami were still there. The only problem was that Vallia was too tiny to put hers on.

"Adrien, I'm scared," Lila immediately took the opportunity to latch onto Adrien's arm.

"Then go get comfort from someone that cares," Adrien forced her arms off of him.

"You don't mean that," Lila would not take 'no' for an answer.

Adrien smirked as he decided to take advantage of his own costume transformation. He made some hand gestures and with a POOF, he was replaced by a log of wood with Lila holding onto a branch of the log. Adrien appeared behind Lyon.

"I have always wanted to do that," Adrien was actually excited.

"You are not that upset about this akuma, are you," Lyon raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"While I can not really be excited about there being an akuma, out there, I can at least have some fun with this one," Adrien smirked.

"You really are an anime geek," Lyon chuckled.

"Says the guy dressed as another anime character," Adrien threw back.

"A character that can freeze you into an ice statue, so I would watch that mouth," Lyon playfully threatened his friend.

The fact that ice was slowly spreading from where Lyon's hand was on his desk, Adrien chose not to push his luck even though he knew Lyon was only joking.

"You're a real Ice Prince, now," Vallia giggled.

"You are too tiny to make fun of me, right now," Lyon glared at her.

Vallia wisely shut up, knowing that she could easily be squished given her current size. Plus, she was not in the mood to be turned into a fairy-cicle.

Bustier ended up sighing, knowing that there was no point in trying to continue class because of what was going on. After all, how could she when she might end up taking the class on a potentially dangerous field trip because of her own costume? So, she dismissed the class and told them all to go home.

Getting out of the classroom, they saw that all the other classes had been let out as well. And everyone had been transformed into their costume the same as they had.

"Oh, crap," the four secret heroes swore at the same time.

Looking around, they could see their other friends from around the school not doing very well with their new abilities. 

Aurore, who had dressed up as Stella from Winx Club, was currently trying her best not to blind anyone with her new light powers. Not to mention she could not control her wings very well. Jean, who had obviously dressed as a magician, could not stop pulling rabbits out of his hat. Plus, flowers kept popping into his hand every time he flicked his hands in the slightest way. Mirelle had dressed up as Mulan and she was now being followed by what had definitely been a fake Mushu that she had been carrying around. She also looked terrified that she was now carrying a real sword.

It was Marc who looked to be struggling the most. Mostly because the costume he chose had been outside of his comfort zone. He had dressed as a vampire. An old-school one, at that. So, now he had to hide in the shadows because the sun would literally kill him. Nathaniel immediately went over to check on his boyfriend.

"Something tells me that this is going to be one seriously crazy Halloween," Marinette says.

"My sister is literally sitting on my shoulder because she is not even six inches tall," Lyon says to her. "We are already way past crazy at this point."

"Let's just hope Ladybug, Cat Noir, Beautifly, and White Wolf can take down the akuma before chaos takes over Paris," Alya said.

"If the akuma ever shows itself," Kim muttered.

"Kim," Max slapped his best friend on his arm.

"I didn't mean that in a 'we are doomed' kind of way," Kim immediately tried to change what he had said before. "I meant it in a 'the akuma has not even really revealed itself and is already causing problems' kind of way."

"Oh," Max said, before he then tripped again, knocking down a bunch of the class like human dominos. "Did I do that?"

"I am never watching that show ever again," Sabrina stated, having been the first one Max had knocked over when he tripped.

"There is nothing to worry about," Lila bragged. "I texted Ladybug and she knows about the akuma. Or, since I now have Ladybug's powers, I could handle it if she ends up having trouble."

Those aware that she was a liar all rolled their eyes.

"Who needs Ladybug now that Queen Bee is back," Chloe boasted, obviously enjoying that her costume was made real.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lyon, Marinette, and Adrien all did their classic "got to transform away from prying eyes" disappearing act. No one even noticed they had vanished. And even if they did, they probably thought that Marinette went home to check on her parents, Lyon and Vallia went to check on their dad, and Adrien was summoned home by his father.

Lyon hid in the empty art room and opened up his backpack to pet out his and Vallia's kwami, Flutter and Frostbite.

"Please tell us that there is a way for me to transform," Vallia immediately asked them.

"We... uh... We don't know," Flutter reluctantly admitted.

"You don't know," Lyon almost yelled.

"This has never happened before," Frostbite says. "Fairies have never been involved with the miraculous. So, there has never been a reason to see if a fairy could use a miraculous."

"Hold on," Vallia could not help but pause at what the wolf kwami had said. "Are you saying that fairies are real?"

"I don't think right now is the right time to process that," Lyon tells his tiny sister.

"Fine," Vallia got back on topic. "Do you think it could work if I basically stood inside of my bracelet almost as if it was a very large dress?"

"There have been many situations the miraculous face faced, but never anything like this," Flutter said. "While there have been times when our holders have been shrunk, but that was also a time when they were still wearing the miraculous, so it was shrunk along with them."

"I do believe that this is what you humans would call an uncanny valley situation," Frostbite says.

"At least you have been slowly learning about modern language," Lyon said. "And yet, I still feel the urge to keep you away from the internet."

"That is something more for what Plagg's holder should do," Frostbite says.

"The more we learn about Plagg, the more I feel pity for Cat Noir," Lyon stated.

And speaking of Cat Noir, Adrien had hidden in the locker room to talk to Plagg to see if the transformation would affect him as Cat Noir.

"So, there will be some type of effect my current situation will have on me being Cat Noir," Adrien wanted some clarification from Plagg.

"I have had holders in the past who have had their own powers," Plagg reveals. "When they use the miraculous, their powers would get enhanced. So you, ninja boy, will be given a boost when you transform."

"I know I should feel this way, but I think this is my favorite akuma," Adrien says.

"It would have been a lot better if you had been dressed as someone that could summon cheese by their will," Plagg adorably pouted.

"As I told you when I was choosing my costume, there is no such character that can do that," Adrien could not help but roll his eyes.

"And I said before, that should be considered a crime," Plagg stated. 

"You are a smelly cheese gremlin and not even you can deny that," Adrien tells him.

"It's not my fault that you do not know how to appreciate proper smelly and delectable cheese," Plagg adorably crossed in arms in stubbornness.

Adrien rolled his eyes as he put his ring back on.

With Marinette and Tikki, they were having a similar conversation that Adrien and Plagg were having. Marinette had also been concerned if her costume would interfere with being Ladybug.

"If anything, this could help you defeat the akuma more easily," Tikki tried to soothe her panicking holder.

"But I don't even know where to begin with these powers," Marinette was once again in full panic mode. "Lapis is one of the most powerful characters in Steven Universe with her ability to bend water to her will. I can't learn to control such a powerful ability this quickly."

"You are going to have to, Marinette," Tikki says. "So far, everyone is still acting like themselves. But, it is only a matter of time before your costumes start influencing your personalities as well."

"You think that will happen," Marinette was now even more concerned.

"I may have never experienced anything exactly like this before, but there have been things like this," Tikki explained. "There is a magical Native American mask that a tribe once used to turn into animals to fight in wars by wearing animal skins and then using the mask's magic on themselves. Only, once they were turned, they also acted like animals rather than simply turning into them."

"Great, just great," Marinette facepalmed. 

"While I am not sure that will happen this time, we still need to find and defeat this akuma as quickly as possible," Tikki advised.

"The one time that Kim was right about something, it had to be that the akuma has not shown up, yet," Marinette groaned.

"I am sure the akuma will show up sooner or later, Marinette," Tikki tells her.

"Let's hope for sooner with this one," Marinette said.

And then, as if summoned by her desire, the sky started to darken. Given that Aurore had been transformed into a fairy, they knew it was not Stormy Weather. It seems that Marinette's "Ladybug Luck" was working in her favor this time.

"Well, you got what you wanted, Marinette," Tikki said.

Soon, they heard a voice shouting from outside. Even for akumas that have nothing to do with the school, they would still find ways to come to the school. There was a reason why Dupont had gained the reputation as the "Akuma School." However, there were literally no students who would argue with that title for the school. Especially since Chloe had been the cause of a majority of the akumas created, with a lot of them happening because of things she had done at school. Such as when she had locked Juleka in the bathroom, called Ivan a monster, and ripped up Rose's letter to Prince Ali.

"I am the Pumpkin King," shouted out a male voice, but also sounded very young at the same time. "If others want to make fun of me for being scared of Halloween, then I will be the one to make THEM scared!"

The heroes all looked out of the rooms they had hidden in. They saw the akuma riding on what was obviously supposed to be a witch's broom right over the school courtyard.

"That name is definitely a Nightmare Before Christmas reference," Lyon said.

"Hawkmoth is pushing the limits when comes to a potential copyright lawsuit," Vallia says.

Pumpkin King was definitely a young boy. They could only guess that he was about seven or eight years old. His looks were also inspired by the main character of Nightmare Before Christmas, Jack. He was dressed in a pitch-black suit but with some visible spider web designs on it. There was also a mini skull in the middle of his bowtie. He also had black boots on. His head looked a lot like a skeleton skull because of the white and black makeup. Over his eyes was a pumpkin-designed mask with a pumpkin-themed witch hat on his head. It was like he was the child of Jack Skellington and a witch.

"Someone please tell me that Chloe did not make fun of a little kid and got him akumatized," Adrien basically was pleading with the universe.

"What makes you think she was the cause of this one," Plagg asked his holder.

"Why else would an akuma come straight to the school," Adrien looked very done with the number of akumas his childhood friend caused.

"There, there," Plagg tried and failed to be a comforting kwami.

All of the heroes were about to transform when they, unfortunately, heard a very familiar voice. And they could also feel headaches forming.

"You came to the wrong place, you utterly ridiculous villain," Chloe said in the most pompous voice possible. "Queen Bee is back and I am the only hero that Paris needs!"

"Delusional, party of one," Aurore called out.

That got a lot of laughs, even though there was an akuma right there. Given that the entire school hated Chloe, they could not help but laugh whenever anyone would make fun of her.

"Nobody cares about Queen Bee, Chloe," Alya yelled at her.

"You were never a hero," Kim shouted at her.

"Get out of here and let the actual heroes come and fight the akuma," Aurore called out again.

"You are all ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," Chloe huffed at what everyone was shouting at her. "You don't deserve to have the help of the amazing Queen Bee."

"More like Queen Brat," shouted another student.

The akuma was floating on his broom, watching everything that was going down. The look on his face was definitely saying that he was thinking something like "Did they forget I am even here?" However, he did have to admit that it was very entertaining to watch most of the school gang up against a very obvious spoiled brat. 

"Only this school could be so against Chloe that they forget about the akuma that is right in front of them," Lyon sighed.

"It should really say something about a group of people if they can so easily forget about an akuma," Vallia said. 

The akuma, tired of being ignored, decided he was not going to take it. 

"Maybe this should teach you not to ignore and akuma," he shouted.

He held out his hand and shadows seemed to fall from his fingers. Once the shadows landed on the ground, they formed into classic Halloween monsters. Vampires, werewolves, mummies, witches, and many others. All the students started to back away from the creatures.

"This isn't good," Marinette gasped.

"You need to transform, Marinette," Tikki tells her, urgency in her voice.

"Tikki! Spots..." but hearing a voice stopped her from finishing her transformation phrase.

"Hey, Skeleton Boy," Alya's voice was heard. "You do realize that you made a big mistake, right?"

"Excuse me," Pumpkin King glared at her.

"Oh, Alya," Marinette facepalmed. "One of these days, she is going to give me a heart attack."

"You may have transformed us into our costumes, but maybe you should have also added some mine control when you did that," Alya smirked.

Suddenly, she changed. Since she had been transformed into Valerie Gray, that meant she also had Valere's Red Huntress suit. So, with a small swirl of energy, the red and black mechanical suit appeared on her body. Complete with the red and black hoverboard under her feet.

Within seconds, Alya flew right at the summoned monsters. Wrist blasters came out of her armor at the wrists, obviously, and she started shooting at them. She looked to be having a lot of fun.

"Why am I not surprised Alya is the first to go on the offensive," Tikki giggled.

"There is a reason why I wanted Alya to be given the bee miraculous while fighting Style Queen," Marinette tells the kwami. "As great as she is as Rena Rouge, Alya is more headstrong and straightforward. So, she is better with a miraculous where she can fight head-on rather than staying back to cast an illusion."

"We still need to transform, Marinette," Tikki reminds her.

"Right, Tikki," Marinette nodded.

As much as Adrien, Lyon, and Vallia were all enjoying the sight of Alya using her costume to her advantage, they knew they had to transform as well. Quickly ducking back into their hiding places, they put on their miraculous and said their transformation phrases.

"Tikki! Spots on!"

"Plagg! Claws out!"

"Frostbite! Freeze over!"

Lyon almost went "Awwwwww" as he saw his sister pouting from where she was sitting. It was obvious that she would not be able to transform because of her new fairy form. Lyon had to admit she was very adorable as a pouting fairy.

The heroes all had to sneak out of the windows in the rooms they had been hiding in. That way, they could make it look like they arrived normally rather than having obviously come from somewhere inside the school. It was a lot of work, but hiding their identities was very important. They were glad that when they "arrived" at the school, a lot of students followed Alya's lead. They went on the attack.

Alya looked to be having the time of her life being Red Huntress. If she was not blasting vampires with her wrist blasters, she was dropping energy bombs onto groups of werewolves. All with a smile on her face. Nino was backing his girlfriend up using his new Cyborg strength. And if she needed a more powerful helping hand, he was more than happy to use his sonic cannon. Kim actually provided some great backup by using his new wrestler moves. There was a reason why Sin Cara was one of the best wrestlers in the WWE. Because he had skills.

And to the surprise of most of them, another one of the best fighters turned out to be Juleka. Since he had chosen the version of Wednesday from the Jenna Ortega show, it meant she was incredibly skilled at fencing. So, she had grabbed two swords from the gym supplies and was using them to be a terrifying force of fierceness. Mirelle joined her, using her new skills that came from being turned into Mulan. Not to mention she had her own backup in the form of the fake Mushu that had been brought to life. That tiny dragon could be very scary once it lets loose its fire breath. Aurore also let loose her new fairy magic. Being the fairy of the shining sun was actually the best member of the Winx that she could have been for the situation that was happening. Especially given that they were fighting literal creatures of the night. Marc did have to avoid her powers as he and Nathaniel fought side by side. The boyfriends were already partners while working on their hero comic, but they were now crime-fighting partners as well.

There were still some students who were not very helpful since their costumes were not of characters that had powers. Such as Mylene, whose mime costume only meant that she had lost her voice and had basically been turned into the stereotype of French mimes that others like to make fun of. Ivan was also not very helpful given that DJ was known for being quite the loveable coward on Total Drama. With Rose, it was pretty easy to see why she was not very helpful. After all, Princess Peach was known for being a damsel in distress.

The three heroes all landed next to each other on the school's roof.

"Well, it looks like we have more help than we usually do," Cat Noir immediately said.

"We're going to need it," White Wolf stated.

"That have to do with the reason why Beautifly is not here," Ladybug asked him.

The icy hero nodded. "Her costume was that of a fairy, so she shrank too much for her miraculous to be able to work with her."

"I am never looking at Halloween in the same way ever again," Ladybug sighed.

"Speak for yourself," Cat Noir grinned brightly. "I am still going to love this holiday no matter what."

"As an almost literal black cat, I am not surprised that you love... Ladybug, are you blue," White Wolf cut off his statement to ask the question.

"I will be honest and say that I only noticed that when you brought it up," Cat Noir's eyes widened at the sight of Ladybug's blue skin.

Ladybug sighed. "My friends and I had chosen to do a combined theme for our costumes. We all wanted to basically turn into human versions of the elements. I was water."

"You had a much more creative costume than me," Cat Noir chuckled. "I just dressed as a ninja."

"I was my own original character that I called the Ice Prince," White Wolf shrugged.

The other two heroes raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that a bit of a hint to you being White Wolf," Ladybug asked him.

"Hiding in plain sight is the best way to hide my identity," White Wolf tells them. "After all, no one would think an ice hero would dress up in an icy costume."

"Got to admit, it is clever," Cat Noir says.

The three of them then jumped into battle. They head right for Pumpkin King. He barely was able to dodge them since they had caught him by surprise.

"So, you have finally shown up," he says to them. "Give me your miraculous or Paris will be known as the City of Nightmares instead of the City of Love!"

"I have a better idea," Cat Noir smirked. "How about you give us your akumatized object before we unleash a can of butt-kick on you!"

"I think this is a better idea," Pumpkin King glared at them. "Get them!"

Some of his creatures that had not been fighting the students all charged at the three heroes. White Wolf simply yawned as he touched his hand to the floor. Instantly, ice covered the ground. It caused the monsters to slip and side right into a wall.

"You, ghouls, should learn how to be careful," the icy hero snickered. "Icy roads ahead."

"How did you do that," Pumpkin King yelled. "You did not even say your superpower activation phrase!"

"I didn't have to," White Wolf smirked. "My costume had been a character with ice powers. Your powers are the reason for my little upgrade."

The look on the villain's face was priceless.

"Yeah, neither you nor Hawkmoth thought things through when it came to your powers," Cat Noir laughed.

He did a few hand gestures and in the blink of an eye, multiple versions of him appeared around the villain. And all of them looked just as cheeky as the original.

"And we are more than happy to use our new ninja powers to our advantage," they all said at the same time. 

They all attacked the Halloween villain at the same time. Even though he had the advantage of being able to fly because of his broom, Pumpkin King was learning that flight was not the big advantage he thought that it was. After all, with a dozen Cat Noirs attacking him at the same time, it would only be a matter of luck and time before one of them would be able to get a hit in.

And it soon came to pass when he had to dive down to avoid one group of Cat Noirs, but that sent him right into the path of two more. Using their staffs, they were able to knock him off his broom. They all smirked as they looked at the downed villain.

"He is really enjoying himself," White Wolf said.

"He is such an anime nerd," Ladybug playfully rolled her eyes.

"Or, just a nerd in general," White Wolf chuckled.

The Cat Noir copies then all vanished, leaving only the original.

"I am going to miss that for after you cast the cure, M'Lady," he said.

Ladybug opened her mouth to answer, only to be distracted for a second. A few vampires tried to attack her, which forced her to use her new powers. She held out her hands, which unleashed a strong blast of water. It sent the vampires flying back into another wall.

"I have to admit that it would be nice to still have these powers," Ladybug admitted. "If only I did not have to be blue."

Thinking that the broom Pumpkin King had been riding on had to be his akumatized object, Cat Noir picked it up from where it had landed on the ground. He was about to say his power activation word when someone else said theirs first.

"Venom," Chloe shouted.

Her hand lit up as she activated her paralyzing power. Only, she did not go for the akuma, she went for Cat Noir. If it had not been for the quick action of Ladybug using her yo-yo to pull Cat Noir away from her, she would have been able to get him with her power.

"Chloe, what in the name of the gods are you doing," White Wolf yelled at her.

He notched an arrow into his bow and aimed it at her. He was not going to let her come close to them.

"You can't do this to me," Chloe screamed at the heroes.

"Do what to you," Cat Noir raised an eyebrow. "We are just defeating an akuma as we usually do."

"You took Queen Bee away from me once," Chloe continued to yell. "I will not let you do it to me again!"

"You are willing to let an akuma stay out just so that you can continue to pretend to be a hero," White Wolf glared at her.

"I was a GREAT hero," Chloe protested White Wolf saying that she had only been pretending to be a hero. "It's not my fault you were utterly ridiculous enough to take MY miraculous from me."

"It was not YOUR miraculous," Ladybug yelled back. "It was NEVER yours. It did NOT belong to you!"

"It was MINE," Chloe denied Ladybug saying that the bee miraculous was not yours.

"Just because you want it, doesn't make it yours," Cat Noir glared at the brat. "And it was long overdue for someone to not give into your spoiled brat attitude."

"If Beautifly and I had been here from the start, we would have dealt with her long before she had a chance to be such a dangerous fake hero," White Wolf growled.

"How dare you," Chloe screamed.

She tried to use her Venom on him, only for him to easily dodge her by gliding on the ice still on the floor. He barely even looked like he cared that she was attacking him, which only made her even angrier. After all, someone like Chloe basically lives off of others paying attention to her. So, White Wolf basically dismissing her only served to piss her off. Not that he cared.

"I think he might actually be enjoying this," Cat Noir commented to Ladybug.

"If there is one thing we are well aware of when it comes to White Wolf, he takes no nonsense from anyone," Ladybug said. "Especially Chloe."

"So, you think you should call your lucky charm," Cat Noir asked her. "We might not need it for Pumpkin King, but that is how you cast the cure."

"You have a point," Ladybug says. "Lucky charm!"

She threw up her yo-yo in order to summon her charm. When it came down, it was revealed to be a replica of her magical yo-yo.

"Huh," Cat Noir looked at the replica. "I feel like that is a message."

"For what is the real question," Ladybug said.

"Well, it certainly isn't for this brat," White Wolf says as he continues to easily dodge Chloe's strikes. "I have her handled."

"You will pay for disrespecting the most amazing person in all of Paris," Chloe screamed at him.

"When did that happen," White Wolf tauntingly raised an eyebrow. "You are the one I am disrespecting and you are the WORST person in all of Paris.

That really pissed Chloe off. She charged at him again, only for the icy hero to simply step to the side and then put his foot out. He tripped her, which caused her to slide down a path of ice he made. She crashed into the janitor's closet. The door was closed by Juleka.

"Sweet revenge," Juleka smirked, still talking in her low Wednesday voice.

"I knew there was a reason why I liked that girl," White Wolf chuckled.

But while they were dealing with Chloe and Pumpkin King was still knocked out from the multiple Cat Noir attacks, the heroes did not notice someone else sneaking near them. Someone who was also holding something red and black ladybug-themed. The person threw it at the heroes, specifically Ladybug. But, she did not count on Cat Noir's new ninja reflexes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the object heading right for them. His eyes widened when he noticed it was a ladybug-themed grenade. He quickly took action by throwing his baton, which easily met its mark because his ninja skills combined with his cat eyes made him a very good shot. After all, ninjas had to be very good at throwing things because of their use of throwing stars.

The grenade was knocked back to the person who threw it. It exploded but was thankfully not a firey type of explosive. It exploded with what they thought was red and black glue/paint. The scream that followed the explosion told them who had thrown it.

"Well, now the lucky charm makes sense," Ladybug said as she saw Lila covered in the sticky paint.

"I guess means we are finally done, then," Cat Noir says. "Let's actually finish this. Cataclysm!"

The broom that was still in his hand crumbled to dust. The purple butterfly flew out of the dust.

"No more evil-doing for you, little akuma," Ladybug opened her yo-yo and captured the akuma. "Time to de-evilize! Bye, bye, little butterfly."

She opened her yo-yo and freed the now-white butterfly. She then threw up the lucky charm yo-yo while shouting "Miraculous Ladybug!" to cast the cure. It washed over Paris which turned everyone back to normal while also getting rid of all the creatures Pumpkin King had summoned. He was also turned back to normal.

However, one person was strangely not completely cured by the magic. Even after the ladybugs washed over the school, Lila was still covered in her sabotage attempt.

"I am seriously not surprised," White Wolf commented.

"Lila... you tried to sabotage Ladybug and the other heroes," Alya was the first of the students to come over. "Why... Why would you do that?"

Normally, Lila would have tried to lie while also throwing in her typical crocodile tears as well. But, this time, she was too angry to do that.

"What did you do to me, Lady Brat," Lila yelled at Ladybug. "Look at me! You did this to me!"

"You did it to yourself, Lila," Cat Noir crossed his arms. "I always knew you would make a mistake one of these days and it looks like karma has finally come to collect your debt."

"What... What do you mean," Rose stuttered as she asked.

"He means that Lila is finally experiencing the consequences of her actions," White Wolf says. "Something she has previously been able to escape because of her lying skills."

"L...Lying," Mylene stuttered.

Ladybug sighed. "I did not want it to come out this way, but it is true. Lila, there, has been nothing but a liar ever since she came to Paris. Especially since after what you have all just witnessed, it is obvious that she is NOT my best friend."

"But... But you never said anything," Alya looked at her phone, obviously looking at her blog.

"I never said anything because I wanted you to come to me," Ladybug tells the blogger. "Alya, you can become an amazing reporter someday, but you need to learn to not take things at face value. I did not come to you because you should have come to me in order to fact-check what Lila was saying. Clearly, I had too much faith in you. Maybe after this, you will learn to be careful about who you trust."

Ladybug was not that upset with Alya, especially since Alya had stopped trying to get her and Lila to become "friends." But, she still wanted Alya to learn about these things in case anyone else tried something like Lila had. Lying about being friends with a hero to gain attention.

"I think a lot of people learned a very good lesson today," White Wolf stated, smirking at Lila while she glared at the heroes.

"If I was in Harry Potter, this would be my Patronus memory," Cat Noir snickered while also looking at Lila.

"Bug out," Ladybug says.

The heroes then all left. Slowly, the students returned to their classes. The battle had not been that long, so they did still have to return to class. 

"Hello," Chloe yelled from the janitor's closet. "Hello! Get me out of this filthy place! I demand it! Let me out right now! This is ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

No one heard her. And even if they did, they wouldn't care.

#miraculous #miraculous fandom #ml salt #original character #lila salt #i hate chloe #chloe salt #halloween #original akuma #original heroes #original miraculous

[starsreminisce]

Elain already said how she wants her endgame to look like:

”Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can't have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

Lucien had already demonstrated that she could have it both ways through Feyre, considering she spent more time with him in ACOTAR.

Despite Tamlin's repeated warnings, Lucien still helped Feyre learn how to capture the Suriel because she wanted to, apologized when he overestimated her, gave her his dagger because she wanted to be armed, and allowed her to stay in Calanmai because she wanted to enjoy the festivities.

In ACOWAR, it was revealed that Tamlin held off as long as he did when Feyre was in the Night Court because Lucien convinced him to do so. Even when Tamlin tried to bring her back, it's important to note that Lucien left without her, believing that Rhys was controlling her. Considering Rhys did the same thing Under the Mountain, it's not unreasonable for Lucien to buy into their facade.

Also, if the main argument is that he didn't do enough to help her, then I have to say that still implies he did do something. He did what he could to the best of his abilities.

Another thing to note is that during ACOTAR, Feyre did those things as a human, and Lucien's attitude towards her shifted from hating her for killing their friend to supporting her.

With Lucien as one of her main companions, Feyre led a quiet life painting and eventually did something greater by bringing down Amarantha.

This holds particular significance when reflecting on their return from UTM. Feyre's powers began to manifest, and a critical divide emerged between Lucien and Tamlin. Lucien advocated for her to learn and harness her abilities, while Tamlin disagreed, even resorting to harming Lucien to make his point that she shouldn't learn to protect herself. Tamlin viewed himself as Feyre's primary protector, whereas Lucien aligned himself with Feyre's desire to be self-sufficient.

The pattern continued upon her return to the Spring Court after her sisters were Made. Lucien initially harbored reservations about her intentions but, as before, he eventually allied himself with her desires and wishes. Except his targets were the people he wanted out of the court.

Even upon Feyre's return to Velaris, Rhys still took it upon himself to insist that their union was mutual and driven by Feyre's desire to Lucien. Feyre took it a step further and delved into the full story. Lucien embraced it, knowing and believing that Rhys did love her, and this was all that Feyre wanted.

Another significant point is that Lucien called out Feyre on her fake niceness twice, first when she first arrived in the Spring Court and again when she returned from the Night Court. He didn't hold back his words when he did so.

However, it's crucial to remember that Feyre is not his mate; it's Elain.

Lucien's advocacy for Elain has been consistent since his arrival in the Night Court. He suggested taking her outside for an hour, embarked on a quest to find Vassa, rushed to her side after the battle, and his first concern was whether she was hurt. It's important to remember the state she was in when he left, and he offered condolences before acknowledging her role in taking down the King of Hybern.

Even now, Lucien continues to respect Elain's need for space. He's accommodating and considerate of her wishes.

Someone pointed out the gift of gloves, and it's interesting how they phrased it: "Lucien gave her something to protect her hands from doing something she loves."

From Feyre’s bonus chapter:

“And torn up by thorns," I mused, recalling a morning this past summer when Elain had come into the house, her right palm bleeding from several gashes thanks to a stubborn rosebush that had pierced her gloves. The thorns had broken off in her skin, leaving sharp splinters that I’d had to pull free.

I didn’t dare mention that if she had been wearing the enchanted gloves Lucien had gotten her last Solstice, nothing would have pierced them at all.

It's entirely plausible to imagine their endgame as Elain doing whatever she pleases, with Lucien providing unwavering support.

After all, guess who believed her when she spoke about her vision. Guess who insisted on going, even though his connections to the other courts were better served planning the High Lords meeting, especially at a time when the Night Court's reputation was at its lowest.

So yes, Elain can tend to her garden during the day and do something greater, all while holding Lucien's arm.

#elain x lucien #pro elucien #elucien #elucien endgame let’s go #fan theory #branched off from my Reddit comment #pro elain #pro elain archeron

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

Hi! Hi! Would it possible to request a Sabo with a female s/o who is with the straw hats? His s/o being Luffy's no.1 protector/babysitter since day one. Them meeting and eventually falling inlove! Luffy having both overprotective brother and future sister in law now

I did my best with what I was given, I struggled a bit but I think I am happy with what I wrote Please enjoy

Sabo sat at a small café waiting for the Straw Hats to appear. He had wanted to celebrate with his brother, his new bounty.   A strange celebration but Luffy was one step closer to their dreams and it was worth celebrating for though it was difficult finding a place that accepted pirates, he sipped his coffee as the growing excitement was churning in his stomach.

A large body almost knocked him down wrapping around his body. He grinned back at Luffy whose rubber body tightly wrapped around his. “SABO!!!”  Luffy shouted rubbing his cheek on his brother’s cheek.

“Luffy,” Sabo said putting down his tea, he rubbed his brother’s hair excited to see him finally.

“Luffy,” a female voice called after him before seeing a beautiful woman before him. “Don’t cause a scene,” she looked concerned as she put her arms on her lips and pouted.  It caused his heart to do a backflip. He smiled clearing his throat and stuck out his hand in greeting.

She took his hand gave it a gentle shake and smiled, her whole face lighting up, “Your Luffy’s older brother?” He couldn’t help but notice her ear changing a slight color.

“And you are Luffy’s newest member of the Straw Hat,” he remembered seeing her wanted poster with the Straw Hats

“She is amazing,” Luffy agreed finally unwrapping Sabo and started treating himself to some snacks that were on the table.

“She sounds like it,” Sabo said sharing a secret look with her. He loved how she smiled at his brother. She seemed unconcerned when she stole her food, “Where is the rest of the Straw Hats?” he noticed the missing crew members.

“They had other things to do,” Luffy answered with a mouthful of food.

“Luffy it is rude to talk with your mouthful,” she shook her head.

The conversation changed Luffy was talking about his brother and his childhood, he found enjoyment in talking about Luffy’s childhood, but he loved hearing new stories about her adventures with Luffy. She seemed like she took the older sister role watching over Luffy when he wasn’t around and getting him out of trouble.

After the day ended Sabo found himself thinking about her as he sat alone in the room. He found his heart hammering hard in his chest. He was unfamiliar with this feeling as he could only see her smile on his face, how she brightened when talking about Luffy. How she pouted when Luffy didn’t listen to her and got in trouble. Or how her brows furred together when lecturing Luffy on his safety.

 He soon found himself planning more meetings with her, Luffy tagging along for the first half of the meeting before leaving them alone. The conversation flowed easily he loved how protective you were of his brother, how she shared stories about Luffy but also herself. How much larger heart she had. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he had fallen in love with her.

“I love you,” he expressed his words one day at the café. He was sitting at the café again looking over the newspaper. The Straw Hats were the headline inside was a picture of her. Luffy was crumbling to the ground struggling to stand up, anger burning in his eyes and she was holding Luffy's arms wrapped around him determination to protect his younger brother and his dream.

She paused putting down her tea surprised to hear the words slip out of Sabo’s mouth as he was struggling to find more words. He sighed brushing his glove fingers over his blond hair before he grinned, he couldn’t take it back he did love her.

“I love you too,” she finally said brushing her fingers over his scar.

#sabo op #revolutionary sabo #sabo one piece #one piece sabo #sabo x y/n #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo imagine #sabo headcanons

[diyahatnight]

Warnings: This is a fluff with Xiao x f! reader

I can’t control who reads but the audience 13+

Summary: Xiao’s beloved girlfriend is sick! He will need to take care of her.

Notes: Sorry for any grammar mistakes💕, I’m also sick right now so thats where I got my idea from 😋

Xiao was a very nonchalant guy, he didn’t speak to anybody which was weird because he wanted to know more about mortals. He kept his distance from every body.Until… you came along.

You would want to watch the stars of Wangshu inn every night but was greeted by the protector of Liyue. He didn’t stay for long though. Every time he sensed you he would teleport away from his spot. Leaving you alone starting at the stars…

Short after you learned about his favorite dish. You wanted him to like you so he would feel comfortable around you.

Every night you would try to leave him a plate of almond tofu with a little note.

“Hii! :p”

He never wrote back but he was eating the meal and taking the note to archons knows where. But the good thing was, he was noticing you!

You finally decided that you would approach him. Which he allowed you to do. You didn’t go too close because you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.

You said ‘helooo’ to him which he didn’t reply back too but you didn’t mind. You two stayed there for hours on end. He didn’t talk but you did, he would just sit there and listen to you talk, recognizing your voice, and picking up your scent.

Over time he started talking to you, because he liked you, a lot but he knew that he couldn’t grow too attached because you were just a mere mortal.

He had that mentality for a while until he heard that you got your fortune read in Sumeru city. Which they told you that you will live for 10’s of thousands of years.

Xiao hadn’t worried no more

( Time skip to you and Xiao together)

You woke up not feeling well. You felt sick. But even worse because your lover was not next to you.

You tried getting up out of you and Xiao’s shared bed, but your body felt weak. You took your temperature and yeah. You had a fever. Walking downstairs to the kitchen to make some tea, not thinking about anything else but your lover.

As you are making your tea, you say Xiao’s name in your thoughts, and there appears your lover.

“You called?” He asks

“I didn’t say anything but I’m glad you’re here.”

You place a kiss on your boyfriends lips and then you look at him in his eyes. He replies to that kiss and says…

“You have no respect for your adeptus.”

“I love you too ‘my adeptus’.” You reply

This time he initiated the kiss holding it longer that the first one.

You pull away walking to a chair, and you plop in it. You lay your forehead in your hand using the other hand to rub your eyes.

He notices something is wrong because your lips are warmer than usual.. he takes off his gloves place them down on the counter and walks over to you. He feels your face and you are burning up!

“You’re sick…”

It wasn’t a question or him asking he was telling you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that when you called.?”

Him a little angry for not knowing before leaving that morning, he wraps his arms around you and without a word he picks you up bridal style to carry you to bed.

“Stop. I can take care of myself.” you tell him

“Stop being stubborn and let me care for you (Name)”

He places you in bed then tucks you in the covers and he says.

“Stay.”

Are you a dog?

He went to make you a knew cup of tea because he interrupted you the first time.

After making the tea he comes back to the room, cup of tea in hand to see you sound asleep. Admiring your beautiful face he places the cup of tea on your nightstand. He noticed a note in your hand.

Picking up it read…

‘Dear Xiao, I hope you know that I love you deeply and your the thing I care about the most. I hope you feel the same way. It upsets me waking up every morning to not see you sound asleep next to me, but I’ve excepted the fact that you have a duty to take care of that is not me :(. Though no matter what you do and if you have time for me or not… I will still love you and will never leave you over my selfish thinking. I would like to hear you tell me that you love me every now and then. That would probably make me feel better. :p

-Love (Name)

When did she have time to write this? he thought. Doesn’t matter, it upsets him that she feels this way.

For the first time he writes back..

‘Dear (Name), I surely love you more than you think I do. Don’t give up on me..’

-From love Xiao

Leaving the note on your tea cup and taking the note you wrote him. He teleports away, where is he going?

He is at a place that no one knows about but him. He walks up to a big rock wall covered in Vine’s. Moving aside the vines there you can find every note he’s ever gotten from you, placing the new one on the wall. This man surely does love you deeply.

After, he teleports back home getting in you and his shared bed, Wrapping his arms around you. Happy you feel his warmth you snuggle up closer to him and he kisses your cheek.

‘I love you..’

-( The end!!!! Thank you for reading my loves. I am sick rn and who ever is also sick out there hope you feel better!😋)

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Protector: An Offer

Hi! I loooove Protector and if you're down for it, I'd be really looking forward to read more on Virgil's trauma from before and to see the others try to help him (or even just the angst of having to see the trauma without been able to help little Virgil in the past) If you're not interested it's okay! Thank you so much anyway for this story, I really really love it <3 Have a nice day! – amynastre

Aaaaaaaa I just read the new chapter of Protector and it's so good! In this house we love Virgil being a badass and him flustering the five at the end? Beautiful. Just beautiful. And the Aspen witch! They're friends! it's so sweet! I have to ask, why was the Aspen Witch so desperate to get the wurling locket to Bonnie? ALSO: Hi, I'm rereading Protector again and am wondering what kind of magic users The Five are. Warlocks, wizards, witches, something else, a combination? Also, why did Logan want to copy that specific book that Virgil had?– twoalpacas

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Warnings: offscreen child death in a flashback, PTSD

Pairings: analogical, briefly

Word Count: 3961

    Virgil's outside, working in his garden, when he hears footsteps approaching. Keeping his right arm relaxed and the garden trowel snugly against his thigh, he casually glances towards the crate full of seedlings. What he sees in the reflection of the metal gives him pause, before he turns and frowns.

"Bonnie."

"Hello? Oh, it is you!" Bonnie, the young woman from the village that is decidedly not the one that's within comfortable walking distance, stops a few paces away. "Virgil, right?"

Virgil doesn't say anything, just glances around. It's not out of the question that Bonnie was able to find him—well, find him and get here are two different things—but he did piss off two remarkably powerful magic users the last time they spoke, so he's not just going to assume that this is mere coincidence or good fortune that she's managed to be here, talking to him right now.

"Uh, unless you just happen to look the same as the person I met a while ago?"

"What is it you want?" he asks, not unkindly.

"I was—well, right now I'd really like to make sure I'm talking to the right person."

He cracks a smile as he stands, brushing a bit of dirt from his gloves as he tucks the trowel away. "I am the person who spoke with you behind the inn, that's correct."

Bonnie's shoulders visibly slump and his brain takes that moment to remind him that yes, in fact, their villages are quite a ways away from each other and it's not as though she's just made it here in one day. He takes another glance around, just to make sure she's not been followed by any means—magical or otherwise—before he indicates the small stool near to where she's standing.

"Have a seat."

"Wha—oh, thank you." She sits, wincing, and he finds himself slowly shaking his head. "What? Was I not supposed to sit on the stool?"

"No, that's not—Bonnie," he says, reaching for another seedling, "how long have you traveled to get here?"

"Several days, why?"

He glances at the distinct lack of a pack on her person. "Did you perhaps leave the rest of your belongings down at the inn?"

"What do you mean, 'the rest of my belongings?'"

He gives himself a shake. He is not lecturing this person on proper travel precautions, that is not his job, he is going to ask what she wants, decide whether to fulfill the terms of her request—which he's sure she has, he's done this too long to not know what someone's I need something disposition looks like—and bid her good day. "I made an assumption, it was in error. My apologies."

She waves her hand. "I, um, wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"For what you did." Bonnie shifts, her hand fiddling with something under her cloak. "For delivering the…thing from the, uh, other person and for dealing with…them. Not the—not the original person, but the other people that, um—"

"You do not need to thank me," Virgil interrupts, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "but they are appreciated."

"How do you talk like that all the time?"

"Practice."

"It's so tiring."

"Yes," he chuckles, "indeed it is. Which is why I don't tend to put myself voluntarily in situations where it's necessary."

He sets down the seedling, pulling off his gloves and tucking them into the crate. He Inclines his head towards the door and Bonnie scrambles up, following him up the stairs and into the house. He shuts the door and invites her to sit at the table, going to the cabinet and taking down two mugs. As he does, something flickers outside the window.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please."

"Any preference?"

"You sound like me," she laughs, "do you have tea?"

"I do." He reaches for the blend given to him by the apothecary, setting it on the table for her to look at. "Is that fine?"

"I've never had this kind of tea before," Bonnie says as he sets some water to boil, "where did you get it?"

"Around." He sits at the table across from her, watching as she shakes the tea around to see all the different components. "Why else did you come here, Bonnie?"

Her expression twists in surprise. "What makes you think I'm here for something else?"

He doesn't respond. After another moment, she sags, putting the tea down almost sheepishly. She steels herself and his brow furrows slightly as she draws herself up.

"I come to ask for a favor."

"I'm not a magic user," he says softly, "you don't need to speak overly carefully with me if you don't want to."

"How did you—" he gestures around and she huffs— "right. You've, uh, you've done this a lot. I, um, I did come to ask for a favor."

"What is it?"

"I want you to train me."

Virgil blinks. And blinks. And blinks again. She wants him to do what?

"I'm not trying to be an adventurer," she adds when she sees him visibly react to that, "I just—I want to be able to defend myself and the inn if necessary."

"There are village guards," Virgil says, "there are soldiers that oversee the protection of the villages at large. There is quite a significant coven presence in your village as well."

"Yeah, I know, why do you think I'm asking?"

"And there are also adventurers that are likely much closer and much more adapted to the terrain of your village and its surrounding areas," he continues, "that doesn't explain why you've come here."

"The Aspen Witch trusts you," Bonnie says, "and so I trust you."

If I'm really going to train you, then the first thing we're going over is what is really dangerous to say to someone you haven't vetted personally.

Virgil takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. The water boils off and he stands, going to pour and steep the tea. The steam curling off the kettle touches his hands and he goes to—

"I want to be just like you!" the boy cries, swinging a wooden—

Nope, no thank you, not today.

He turns, setting the mugs down on the table. "I don't think I'm the right person for this favor."

"Why not?"

He starts to list all the reasons he just said but Bonnie interrupts him with a hard glare. "You're lying. Why don't you think you're the right person?"

He raises an eyebrow, more impressed than anything else, but she seems to take it as a chide because she's lowering her head and curling in on herself slightly. He stops. He looks down at his hand. He turns it over, looking at the calluses and the recently-healed skin. The one patch of dusty pink where the steam had warmed him.

They sit there for a long while.

"The tea should be ready," Virgil says, finally breaking the silence, getting up to remove the leaves. Bonnie mumbles a quiet thanks as he passes back her mug.

"This is good."

"Honey or sugar? I don't have any fresh milk."

"No, this is fine." She takes another drink, cradling the warm mug to her chest. "Would it, um, would it help if I explained why I think you're the right person?"

He gestures with his mug for her to go ahead and she sits up a little more.

"You're right. Our villages are far away from each other. And still you're the one the Aspen Witch asked to deliver the package. You didn't accept any sort of repayment from me because you said that your contract wasn't with me. And then when my life was in danger, you still went out of your way to help me. I don't—if I hadn't known what to say, I don't know what would've happened to me."

I would have protected you, he thinks but doesn't say.

"And then you went and saved the Aspen Witch too. Don't look surprised—" he was quite careful to make sure he didn't, thank you— "the twins came back and they were—it was obvious, okay? Look, my point is that you're obviously good at the whole adventurer business, but you're kind about it. You're not…I've met other adventurers. They're not all…what stories would have us believe."

Oh, Virgil knows. He knows damn well what most adventurers are like, especially the kind that would frequent the inns that Bonnie works in. "I can't speak on behalf of the rest of my profession, but—"

"But you're not like that," Bonnie finishes, "you're—you're good."

If I'm training you, the next thing I'm teaching you is that it's not that simple.

He takes a drink of his own tea, letting the relaxing blend do its work, before he sighs. "Bonnie, I'm…flattered, really, but I don't…there are other ways to defend yourself and your inn."

Bonnie stares at him for a moment before she puts the mug on the table. "You know what a wulring locket is."

It's not a question. "Yes."

"Do you know why I asked the Aspen Witch to make me one? My contract was not with you and the terms have been fulfilled, yes, yes, I know," she interrupts when Virgil opens his mouth, "but you're not a magic user, as you said."

"…I did say that, yes."

Bonnie reaches into the folds of her clothing and pulls out the locket, looped securely around her own neck. She looks down at it in the palm of her hand and something flickers across her expression. Virgil gives her the time she needs to put her words in order.

"When I was younger," she says, "there was another person who worked in the inn with me. She was…special."

Her fingers brush the surface of the locket.

"The lord's son came of age and he was—" she swallows and her voice grows thick with bitterness— "in his infinite generosity, his father gifted him the right to have any wife he desired."

Virgil has a terrible idea of where this is going.

"Their wedding happened and I couldn't even go," Bonnie whispers, "and I've—then the twins came and the coven took over and the lord—" her breath hitches— "their estate went up in flames two moons ago."

Oh.

Oh.

"My condolences," he murmurs.

Bonnie nods, sniffling slightly, and he passes over a handkerchief. She pats almost angrily at her face and gives it back. "You've never worked in a tavern before, have you?"

It startles a laugh out of him. "No, I can't say that I have."

"You don't know what it's like, then," she continues, "to have to figure out just how likely someone is to swipe at your skirt or try and drag you upstairs. But you have to sell and people who ask for one drink will likely end up ordering more. Or you have to change the sheets and you have to know who you can tell so they don't tell someone else. Or how it feels to know when to lie and say that someone isn't there."

Virgil inclines his head.

"I know you think I haven't thought this through or that I'm being rash," and a bit of irritation comes into her voice, "but I'm not asking to be like you. I'm not asking to be able to fight or be able to do any of that. But no one at the inn knows how to be safe around magic users and I'm not losing anyone else because no one knew how to turn someone away."

"If you have taken my hesitation as a condemnation or judgment of you or your character," he says quietly, "then I owe you an apology, Bonnie. It's not—well, it's not entirely because of who you are or why you've come that I'm not eager to train you. It's…my own experience."

Before she can ask what experience he's talking about, he stands and goes to the cabinet again.

"Would I be wrong to assume you haven't had anything to eat in a while?"

"…I'm a little hungry."

"I'm afraid I'm not an inn," he says, allowing her laugh and his own self-deprecating smile, "but I can offer you some bread and cheese."

"That's just fine, thank you."

He hums, taking the loaf of bread down and rinsing his hands quickly before beginning to prepare two plates. In the reflection of one of the hanging metal pots, he sees Bonnie start looking around, glancing back at him every so often to check that his back is still turned. He smiles again to himself. "See something interesting?"

She jumps, a little guilty, before she points at a shelf. "What are those for?"

He turns, following her finger to his collection of books. "Research, mostly."

"What do you have to research?"

"If I'm going somewhere I haven't been, or if I'm to encounter something I'm unfamiliar with, then I do research beforehand so I'm not going in blind."

"But if you don't know what it is or what it's going to be, then how could you already have a book on it?"

"It normally comes in the form of a creature I don't recognize or some sort of enchantment or spell," he says as he carries the plates back over, "those cover more than you'd think."

Bonnie accepts the bread and cheese. The wind blows through the house through the open window, smelling slightly of rain. A storm, then, he'll have to make sure all of his seedlings are planted and covered before then.

As he eats, he lets his mind consider the possibility of teaching Bonnie. Granted, she isn't asking to be an adventurer, she's not asking him to teach her how to fight, just how to be smart around magic users. He could give her the basics in less than a few days—alright, he's adding in the basic protections too, she's not asking directly for those, but he's got his own goddamn standards, so he's going to make that work too—and most of the things he'd be teaching would be easy to replicate. Plus, it never hurts to teach someone how to keep themselves safe.

There was the idea that maybe a magic user would see that they were prepared, and might take it as a challenge or up the ante, but he would be teaching her how to be smart about it too. And there was always the odds that some adventurer would get the wrong idea and—well, now he's spiraling and that's not fair to either of them.

"Stop!" he yells but the boy's already running—

He holds the hot mug a little tighter and it grounds him. He takes a deep breath and folds his hands.

"Why did you choose to tell me about the wulring locket?"

Bonnie swallows her mouthful. "Because you knew what it was when they pulled it out, and you, well, you did risk a lot to deliver it. It felt fair."

He shakes his head. "Dangerous."

"What do you mean, 'dangerous?'"

"Magic users will exploit your preconceived ideas of fairness if you let them. It's fine that you did it with me—and I'm honored you shared it with me," he says, gentling his voice, "but unless you know the person won't take advantage of it, be very careful about what you choose to do based on what you think is fair."

"That seems like a tough way to live."

"Very good way not to die."

Bonnie wrinkles her nose and he chuckles. "All finished?"

"Yes, it was good, thank you. Oh, please," she says when he goes to deal with the dishes, "let me?"

"What did I just say about fairness?"

"That it's fine when I do it with you."

He narrows his eyes and she grins, before deftly taking the plates from his hands and going to the sink. He shakes his head, watching her clean and dry before turning around and reaching into her pocket. "What are you doing?"

"Getting…coin?"

"You don't have to pay for tea and a simple plate of food, Bonnie."

"Oh, I meant for…" She pulls out a tiny sack of coin. "For the, um, teaching."

He just barely resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Agree upon the terms of the contract before you produce payment."

"Have we not…agreed?"

"Not in firm terms and not enough to where you'd be safe from any sort of loophole or twist if I so desired to take it," he says as he stands up and covers her hand. She looks up at him, confused. "I'm not charging you for this, Bonnie."

"But you just said—"

"Save your coin for yourself," he cuts her off, not unkindly, "the contract I propose is this: I will give you basic instruction on how to keep yourself safe and out of unsuspecting bargains with magic users, and in return, you will accompany me on a visit to the Aspen Witch."

Several things flicker across her expression at once, before pink glows from the tips of her ears. "The Aspen Witch? Why?"

Virgil doesn't say anything.

"Is this—" she gestures between them— "part of it? Something about asking questions?"

The corner of his mouth tugs up again when she sighs.

"Yes, alright, I, um, I agree to the terms of the contract. Do we…shake hands?"

"We don't have to." He nods to her pocket and she puts her coin away. "Go back to the village—I'm guessing they told you where I was?"

"Yeah, the tavern owner did."

"Go back there and find the house with the red door. Tell them I sent you and you're looking to stay for a few days."

"Wait, they'll just let me stay? Why?" He gives her another look. "Fine, fine, alright, I'm going."

She nearly makes it to the door before she turns back.

"Thank you," she says quietly, bowing her head, "I…I really appreciate it."

He nods back. "Go on, now. There's a storm coming."

He opens the door for her and watches her trek down the hill toward the village. He waits until she's vanished from sight to sigh and tug on his gloves again.

"Were you going to tell me she was coming?"

Logan steps somewhat sheepishly out from behind the corner of the house. "I was intending to, yes, but we—I might have underestimated the time required to do so."

"Remind me to teach her how to detect scrying spells, then." He reaches for the seedling and places it in the hole. "Did you need something else?"

"You seemed hesitant to train her," Logan says, coming to crouch near the crate, "can I ask why?"

"I can't stop you from asking, no."

"Will you answer?"

He huffs a laugh. "I've managed to go most of my life without people asking questions of me, why have you all decided to start now?"

"Bonnie is curious by nature and appreciates knowing things," Logan says, "as is a good characteristic of any innkeep. And I care about you."

Virgil's hands stutter slightly as he reaches for the next seedling, looking up. Logan stares back at him, all soft sincerity and genuine concern. He looks away again. "I still think it would be better for her to learn from someone who knows her village better. They might know of natural advantages or weaknesses that I can't account for."

"And yet there is not an adventurer within reachable distance for her that is as accomplished, nor as compassionate, as you," comes Logan's soft voice. "How does the saying go, 'beware an old man in a profession where men die young?'"

"Are you calling me old, Logan?"

"For an adventurer, yes," he says, voice still devastatingly soft, "and you know it to be true."

He sighs, reaching for yet another seedling. "I'm really not—"

"You helped us with no expectation of payment," Logan interrupts, stilling him, "you offered your services freely to those who could not afford to pay their true worth. You follow your contracts to the spirit, not to the letter. And you call in favors to help others, not for your own benefit."

A hand slowly reaches to rest on his shoulder. He leans into the warmth of it.

"What is troubling you?"

Virgil takes a deep breath and sets down the seedling, carefully patting dirt into place before he sits back, eyes fixed on the trembling leaf. "You know how people talk about adventurers. Like we're the stuff of legend, heroic, unstoppable. Like we're something to aspire to be."

Logan hums, thumb slightly stroking his shoulder still.

"There was a boy," Virgil continues, his voice growing thick, "he…saw me fend off a bandit. He wanted to be like me, so I…taught him how to use a stick like a sword."

"That was kind of you," Logan tries and he shakes his head.

"No, no, it wasn't kind, not to him, not to his family, not to his village. He thought—I put the thought in his head that he was invincible and then—" his voice catches— "a stick isn't a sword and I made him think it was."

Like a coward, he slunk from the grieving family and the too-small grave. He left his entire sack of coin and spent the next months hungry and hale, but the wind was not as cold as death and so he pressed on.

"As you said," Logan breaks in gently, "you are not training her to be like you. You are teaching her how to be more aware, and how to keep herself just a little safer."

"I know."

"Come," he murmurs as he pulls Virgil in to wrap his arms around his shoulders properly, "there."

Virgil closes his eyes and breathes in the fresh, clean air. Logan's chest is warm and solid, his fingers carding gently through his hair. He takes one, two, three deep breaths before he pats Logan's arm to let him go.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Logan looks down at the crate. "May I help you with the rest?"

"If you like."

"I would love to."

As they plant the rest of the seedlings and put the tarp over them to protect them from the worst of the storm, Virgil's mind drifts once more to Bonnie and her wulring locket, to the Aspen Witch and the twins.

"Logan?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to come with me to the river? I need to gather something."

"Certainly. Can I convince you to let me get whatever it is so you don't get wet?"

"No."

He sighs. "I suppose I must pick and choose my battles, as Roman loves to say."

"Has Roman…ever not picked a battle?"

"Not often enough, let me tell you."

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[yukipri]

Question for any folks who have experience with Batuu Bounding/Disneyland!

I'm going to Galaxy's Edge for the first time very soon, and I'm both extremely excited but also terrified I'll do something wrong. I've been wanting to go since it was first announced, and I'm not sure when I'll get another opportunity so I want to make this count!

I love dressing up so of course i want to try Batuu Bounding (dressing up in-universe), but my personal sense of what counts as costumey or not is extremely skewed. Adults are technically not allowed to wear costumes inside Disneyland, but people are also encouraged to "dress like a local" when visiting Batuu, aka Galaxy's Edge, aka Star Wars land. This creates a very gray zone on what counts as a costume and what is Batuu bounding.

I've tried to do a ton of research on my own, reading the official rules, blogs, and even reddit, but would appreciate any feedback, especially if you have personal experience! Note, I'll be going to Disneyland, aka Disney West, aka Anaheim, California.

So my question: Do you think they'll let me in with these outfits?

Technically I'm following their guidelines:

-Not attempting to look like any official character

-No robes/cape (just a scarf that can be adjusted)

-No weapons except lightsaber (yes, it's the Visions one from Lop & Ochō. I'm Japanese, I thought it fitting I get the Japanese lightsaber lol)

-No hard armor—except the back of glove plates, which are really small and I think I've seen people with those? After receiving advice on Twitter, I'm just gonna leave the gloves off entirely, better not to risk it plus they're gonna be uncomfy anyway

-Nothing dragging on ground

-No costume pieces; both of the above outfits are a combination of traditional Japanese-style, J-punk/rock, alternative, and natural cotton/linen fashion, all of which I wear regularly as part of my daily wardrobe (see what I mean by "my sense of what counts as too costumey is extremely skewed" LMAO)

-I know they have a "no masks" rule, but mine is a COVID mask, and they allow those right? If the outer mask protector is too costume-y, I can defs take it off, but I ain't going without any mask.

-My "I am not a cast member" item is the jetpack backpack, but idk I don't think I look like a cast member

I was gonna make the black dress one main but I think I liked the second one with vest and kama more (let's see if I can tolerate wearing pants all day lmao). Everything is layered, can easily mix 'n match tops/bottoms, I have a few other color variation tops I can mix in too. I also think Cali is gonna be way warmer than I'm expecting so I may shed layers. For now I'm thinking of making my main day the second one, except instead of a green shirt under the green vest, I'll wear a black one.

Also, note that while my True Mandos leather patch is skewed on the green outfit in the above photos, it'll be properly attached on the day of. I just wanted it lightly attached for a quick try-on photo, but it can securely attach via pins on the back! (also yes, that is a mini Fennec-inspired light-up Greeblie <3 )

Also a few more closeups:

The empty strap thing is a harness to carry a Droid Depot droid, which I have a reservation to build on the first droid. The casings holder thing on the strap that makes it look like a bandolier are kyber crystal holders. I also have an empty leather holder for a detonator soda can and yet another kyber crystal holder on my belt. After getting advice on Twitter, I'm going to put all of these in my bag when I enter the park to reduce how cluttered I look at the entrance, since they're technically all things to carry stuff I will be buying inside the park but do not yet have.

I have a giant mythosaur brooch on my scarf, but it's not solid metal, but a resin-metal mix. I think it should count as a "pin" and not armor.

The thing on my left arm is a decked out Magicband+. I still have no idea how to use it but I hope it will be intuitive ^ ^;

(yeah, so many Etsy sellers have received my money over the past half year that has passed since I started planning for this trip lmao)

I also received feedback on Twitter that my lightsaber sheath looks too much like a katana which may trigger security, so I'm going to be making a little end cap for it to make it look blunter. It's a nice Pixel blade attached to an expensive Proffie lightsaber, so I do want to protect it, and hope a blunted endcap will make it clearer that it's a lightsaber.

I'll probably only bother with the droid carrier + lightsaber + kyber crystal bandolier on one of the three days I'm there, so I can travel lighter on my other days!

I'm really hoping I'll get to talk to Boba/Fennec/Din on at least one of the 3 days I'm there, which is one of the reasons why I've got so much Mando stuff on (in addition to just, trying to make a "bounty hunter" look, and also eyyy Mandos). Idk if it's too subtle or if they'll ignore me bc I'm trying too hard sobs

So yeah, with my aforementioned modifications, do you think they'll let me in?

Any feedback, opinions, or even general advice for a first time visitor to Batuu would be immensely appreciated <3

Thanks so much!!! ;A;

#YukiPri rambles #YukiPri selfie #Batuu #Galaxy's Edge #Disneyland #Batuu Bounding #Bounding #Star Wars #I want to perform well at my vacation at Disneyland which I know is both a normal thing to want and possible to achieve #I want a Good Grade in Star Wars Fan visitor lmao sobs #also if u want to be amused u can see all 3 of my boys making cameos in the bg #it was freakin' COLD today so no they did not get to go out onto the catio and they were not happy bc I was out there takin' pics with mum

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2,3,11,49 for the second ask meme.

[ #ridspoilers - For "Flypaper," which was posted last Friday; just me talking about the prose I liked in a scene near the end]

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2. What’s your most recent fic and how far do you think you’ve come?

I've been writing 'fics since I was 7, when I used to write 'fics and print them out and put them in sheet protector folders. Every chapter used to be one page - with no paragraph breaks - written in size 22 font. I also used to handwrite 'fics on little stapled paper books I made.

My passion for storytelling has always been there (as has my obsession with platonic relationships, ha ha) but my skills have definitely come a long way since then :)

My most recent 'fic is "Flypaper," which is a "silly idea treated 100% seriously" cartoon crossover set at a superhero convention. I'm actually really, really happy with it and it took all my energy not to spoil my favorite scenes when I answered that previous Ask about favorite prose.

When I do long one-shots, I try to give myself one or two things to really hone in on. Recently with "Looking Back," that was "seemingly insignificant worldbuilding details" and "talking around the elephant in the room." With "Flypaper," I was focusing on my prose and sensory details the whole way through (so we get lots of descriptions about scalding shower water, greasy crumb-covered fingers, or the way hair blows in your mouth when you're on the beach).

Here's perhaps my favorite scene in the story:

He's still holding out his arm. Tentatively, WordGirl brings her hand to his. Both his palms together wouldn't be enough to cover even one of her fingernails. She does her best to give a firm handshake that won't make him feel like she thinks he's made of glass, but she's well aware of her super strength and, um… his notable lack of invulnerability. "I'm an English major too," she tells him. "Well… I'm planning to double major, but I just keep going back and forth. Two of my friends are going into journalism. I haven't decided if that's my calling too. I'm more interested in creative writing." Super Why whistles and withdraws his hand. He kicks his feet forward, floating back. "Double majoring sounds like a lot of work. That's so cool. I think I'm content chasing my lonely editing degree, but it sounds like there's a lot you want to do with your life. I gotta say, I really admire how you manage to balance your hero work and personal time." "Well, I couldn't do it without Kid Math. He's a lifesaver. I'd crumple like a tissue if he ever moved away." Huggy squeaks in agreement, sliding down from her back. The snack machine rattles, then starts dumping snack bags down the dispenser chute. WordGirl gets up, just glad to get off the floor. Super Why rises with her, using his hover boots to keep a short distance from her face. "Oh yeah," he says. "I'd like to take a look inside his book. I mean, I've gotta check it for triggers first before I get eaten alive, but I've always loved picture books. Graphic novels are basically picture books for big kids." Idly, Super Why spins his pen around his fingers. It clicks and clicks and clacks. It sounds like a train spinning its wheels on rails that lead to freedom. "You're into creative writing too? Are you signing books this weekend?" She looks away. Her blood flares with magma, but her skin stays cold. No pretty metaphor. Just plain old-fashioned cold. It's a good thing she's wearing gloves. Her nails bite through them to her palms, but at least this way, it's a lot less noticeable. "Oh," he says. The word plunks through the air between them. It's the same deep, dark sapphire blue you'd find in the ocean depths before the world fades to black because it's distant. She does not respond. Her chest beats, gnawing at the emptiness around the place her heart should be. And WordGirl does exactly what she always does, which is pluck out her soul, wring it by the throat, and stuff it back inside like she's throwing a casserole in the oven. Sometimes her soul needs a good whack against the wall, but it'll be "as good as new" by the time she's slapped the salt out of it. No one can ever know. They are not allowed to know. She'll wait and she'll wait and she'll wait, gouging gashes in her palms before she ever voices the faintest hint of disappointment. Because she can't just throw a tantrum over the cruel irony of the world.

There's a lot to unpack here. This constant back and forth juggling WordGirl has been doing throughout the story where she's trying to accommodate for Super Why's physical needs (like holding the microphone for him while they were speaking together on their panel) but she's also trying not to talk down to him or hurt him in any way.

WordGirl is such a "go, go, go" character who's always whipping back and forth, and I love the way I showed her actively being cautious and taking her time to make sure she didn't accidentally knock the Super Readers over. Just being around Super Why forces her to slow down and live in the moment, which is exactly what everyone else in the story keeps telling her to do.

When she's out with her friends on the beach and in town, she's still the "big sister." She's still "the mentor figure." "The one in charge." She almost doesn't suggest going to the beach because the mental workload of "getting ready and getting the others ready too" sounds tiresome. Before they went to the beach, she listed off some things she'd like to do (Run, dive, and fly with seagulls) and she doesn't do any of those things.

Even off-duty, WordGirl sees herself as responsible for her friends, and I just... really love this moment where she's talking to Super Why. She's trying so hard to suppress the envy she feels towards Kid Math. She loves him as a friend and coworker, but she's built this wall between herself and him - a wall that's painfully visible when she infodumps her feelings on Tobey and he just sits in silence trying not to criticize her - and I just really like playing with that.

I love this moment because Super Why can see right through her. Earlier, right after the panel ended, someone asked if she was selling books at the convention "like Kid Math" and she faltered and said no. At the end of the story, Super Why asks the same question, but he instantly picks up on her discomfort because he's Whyatt "Communicate With Me Or I Will Die" Beanstalk.

I love this bit where I wrote "And WordGirl does exactly what she always does, which is pluck out her soul, wring it by the throat, and stuff it back inside..." I like how ominous it sounds. It's the first moment she openly admits to her struggles... and she still chooses to stuff them down as much as she can.

I love this entire scene where Super Why is (unintentionally) picking her apart right where her cracks are. Whyatt has always been Mr. Scheduled. He needs to do everything by the book (literally) and he doesn't do a dang thing unless he's thought it through. His show is all about leaving the situation to calm down so you can turn the problem over in your mind and take a breath before you try to deal with it. He's got his life figured out. He knows what he wants to do with his career and he wants to ask about her life.

WordGirl has a vague direction of where she's going, but she hasn't solidified her plans. She's always been flighty and noncommittal, to the point that her friendships strain because of it and she's always pushing off things she wants to do in favor of duty or other people. She has ideas. She can't commit. She doesn't give herself time or permission to enjoy things.

I love this moment because Super Why sees WordGirl as "like me, but with a scarier life" and he's always assumed she's as scheduled and cheerful as he is... up until right here where he's like "... Oh. Oh, you've got THINGS to unpack, let's talk about that."

Earlier in the story, WordGirl does try talking to Rex and he's extremely uncomfortable with it, and she carries this fear that "Talking to Rex is uncomfy and will not make me feel better." But I really wanted to write teen Super Why as this guy who's made a life out of conflict resolution. He really picks up on her feelings and tries to help... They are friends, your honor.

If you've been following me long enough to remember the first time I ever posted WordGirl and Super Why friendship content (that drawing of them reading books in the sky, which I'm so sad I cannot find), then you've known me far too long, ha ha... I've wanted to write about the bookworm superhero kids for like 10 years and I'm happy I finally did. It was tons of fun to age them up, analyze their characterization, and play them off against each other.

I'm really happy with the prose and dialogue in "Flypaper," and it's secured a place as one of my favorite 'fics of all time <3

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49. Has anyone in your life ever read your fanfic just because you wrote it?

I don't think so; I don't talk about my fanfics with offline folks. I've recommended a few of my 'fics to online friends over the years, but I'm not sure if they've read them.

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3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

This is always a difficult subject to talk about. My tastes as a writer, reader, or even as a fan in a fan space are usually wildly different than popular opinion. I tend not to like the popular ships, I don't like the popular characters, I don't usually enjoy romance, and I don't like writing short one-shots that are just 2 to 3,000 words.

I like tension, drama, and long introspective stories with deep worldbuilding. That's not something I often get to see in my fandoms (or even in the published novels that have been crossing my path in the last few years tbh). It's always weird to me when I remember what some of my more popular stories are, because sometimes I feel like, "?? Really? That's the one that resonated with you?" To each their own.

I gave it some thought and I think if I had to pick one, I'd say I feel my best completed 'fic is "Minion" (the one about H.P. and Sanderson bargaining with the Fairy Elder and Sanderson gets turned by her pheromones and assists her while she's there).

This is a piece that I think any reader could come across out of the blue, even if they know next to nothing about Fairly OddParents, and still pick up on very quickly. I think it's well-written, does an excellent job of being true to character, slots effortlessly in between canon episodes, fits with the quirky humor vibes of the series, I think it's fun and interesting, I think it has a lovely amount of fluff and tension and angst, and it pulls in the worldbuilding without leaving the reader feeling overwhelmed.

We get to see Sanderson's complicated feelings towards H.P. and H.P.'s complicated feelings for Sanderson. We get to meet Jorgen's mom and see an extremely powerful character that all of Fairy World respects (someone who was only namedropped in one episode towards the end of the series, and I think it's fun).

I think it's the best piece I have that shows the pheromone turning lore and it's the major piece that showcases what Sanderson's true personality is like when the pheromones are stripped away. It's often difficult to convey this idea that "Hey, Sanderson is who he is largely because H.P. is influencing him with pheromones, but he's also not a slave... he's just a young adult with eusocial insect genes that direct him to serve whomever the "queen bee" in the area is." I think "Minion" absolutely nailed what I was going for.

I'd love to show more pheromone influences, but it doesn't often come up. We've seen H.P. under Reddinski's influence a few times (he backs away, crouches low, and becomes more agitated in Reddinski's presence). Sanderson acts differently under different authority figures (like Longwood, Smith, and even Anti-Cosmo), but he's ALWAYS still Sanderson.

I really like the way that "Minion" explores this part of his life - and Fairy culture along with it - and also the way it explores how torn Sanderson feels about leaving H.P. in favor of someone else. Sanderson knows H.P.'s getting older and weaker. He also knows that H.P. isn't always kind to him. It's a struggle to think about where he wants his life to go.

Sanderson rarely gets to see himself when the pheromones are washed off. It's a weird sense of exploring his identity. I really like "Minion" and how it plays with the pheromone culture in a way that I think is easy for even outsiders to adjust to, and it's one of my favorite pieces. Nice, simple, and perfectly blends the internal and external plots.

My personal goal is to push Factor It In to be my best 'fic (Trying to stick close to canon, feature characters doing likable things, no major character death, no extreme trauma, feels very middle grade and cartoony and actiony, and doesn't go off the rails with worldbuilding). It's a project I'm genuinely passionate about and I have a lot of fun with, but I'm also trying to give it those "marketable" vibes [like fluff] that I need to practice for my future novels.

Come What May and Pink and Gray were my previous attempts to do what I want to do with Factor. That is, to write something more "middle grade" and trying to hit at least a few "commercial fiction" vibes. They both kind of got away from me when I leaned too far into the supernatural and made them sort of... ?? "sepia-toned" in their feel. They're a bit grim and aren't lively and fun stories.

CWM drags its feet a lot. It's really just a story about Kevin Crocker wandering around interacting with people or local businesses. He has his own weird plot stuff going on with witch magic and the Crocker house, but he's not truly involved with plot and action on a large scale. It's because that's not really his personality: he's guarded and reluctant to get invested, so he's basically "Okay, we'll unpack that later."

The slow, "I know this is going somewhere but I don't feel like readers know it's going somewhere" vibe was one of the reasons it fell by the wayside and I left it on hiatus for so long (that, and because I took some of the upcoming chapters to a writer's group to get critiqued and they got torn apart pretty badly, so that was a motivation killer that haunted me for years). CWM will never achieve that original "vibe of a commercial middle grade novel" goal I had for it, but I've written its next chapter and I want to finish it for what it is. Pink and Gray and 28 Cities have fallen into the same "swung and missed" crevice for me, but I hope that one day I can get back to them and wrap them up even if they've missed the intended mark.

Over the years, I did look at Factor It In a few times and wonder if I should pick it up again, but it was never the right time to give it the attention it needed. I want it to be "marketable" and "commercial" in the sense of "This is my practice story for real-world novel vibes and I want it to serve a specific purpose that will require patience and thoughtfulness." 5 years was a long time to wait, but I'm glad I didn't rush into it. It's going to be exactly what it was always meant to be- the thing that Come What May couldn't be. Whether or not it resonates with others is something that we'll find out over time, but I want it to resonate with me and be an excellent representation of my writing <3

(Also prefacing this with the warning that Factor isn't going to LOOK like a middle grade novel because I'm expecting it to be about 540k words by the time it's done, but it's meant to have middle grade vibes even though "longform content" happens to be the way the characters look in my art style.)

I do love Origin, Knots, and so many of my other stories for being what they are. I think Origin and Knots - which need to juggle pacing and worldbuilding in a peculiar way - are great in the deep dive category they're intended for.

But Factor is special to me because even though I'm still clinging onto things I personally like reading (like long passages of dialogue, slice of life moments that take their time), I'm also pushing it in a way that I don't push Origin and Knots... It has certain rules that it abides by behind the scenes, like how much worldbuilding I allow to leak into it or where I cut things. It has a steady plot and only takes place over 6 to 7 months whereas Origin and Knots take place over hundreds of thousands of years. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens with it.

tl;dr - The goal isn't "write the best 'fic in the WordGirl fandom and be sad if it's not popular." The goal is just "write the best middle grade style, publication-adjacent piece I can, and succeed in the places where Come What May failed." That's what I'm trying to do by "making it into my best 'fic."

I have pieces like "Trying Too Hard" or "Looking Back" that I would never DREAM of taking to get critiqued because those are Intentional Bathtub Stories which are doing Very Specific Things You Would Not Normally Publish, because they exist as part of a larger storyline. Factor It In plays closer to publication rules even if it is still longwinded longform content. I like it and I hope others do too :)

(Some of my upcoming story ideas like Pulling Your Puzzles Apart, Francis, and Along the Cherry Lane also fit this "cartoony and skimming the surface without going too deep" vibe I'm aiming for with Factor, so keep your eyes out in the future if that's something that interests you!)

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11. Have you ever written a fic for a concept you know someone else has done before? How did it impact your writing process or feelings after posting?

I dooooon't think so... I usually end up with a lot of weird ideas and/or niche favorites who are background characters, so I'm the one writing the content I want to see.

I think the closest I've come to sharing a lot of similar 'fic ideas with someone is just the general vibe of Poof's aged-up character: average little guy who struggles in school and is super brokenhearted when Timmy is no longer part of his life. I feel like that's pretty common (and I support it).

I don't actually read a lot of 'fics in the fandoms I'm most interested in-- I usually browse AO3 for specific tags of relationship dynamics or random settings or adventure tropes because "excellent portrayal of a relationship dynamic I like involving characters I don't recognize" beats "characterization in my own shows that feels OOC and likely isn't a trope I love anyway" any day, ha ha... I'm trying to get better at reading more in my actual fandoms this year, though, and supporting the community with my comments.

(FOP world is very filled with crossovers, though... I am in the market for some good non-crossover 'fics to pursue)

tl;dr - I don't remember writing a 'fic for a specific concept someone else has done before. I do remember that years ago, before Kevin Crocker existed, someone wrote a fic about Denzel's illegitimate grandson ending up in his care and getting assigned Poof as a godparent.

I remember thinking about this story a lot when Kevin's episodes were first coming out and when I was drafting "Come What May," but only 1 chapter was ever written and "Come What May" has a different plot entirely. The general "awkward young relative inside the Crocker house" stuck, though.

[ I went looking and I found it- it's called "Heir to the Throne" <3 ]

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#WordGirl #Super Why #FAIRIES! #ridwriting #ridspoilers #asks #Anon #Ask box games #Long post #Grammar queen #Bookworm boy #Arithmetic Lad #Flypaper #Factor It In #Satirical vocab alien child show #Come What May #Director's cut

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Kinktober Day 9 {Jinx}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Costumes Champion Focus: Jinx (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Female reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Jinxieee! It was necessary to do something for my baby girl (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )♡ I refused to skip out on the day I planned for her. Also, I think I took a different approach to the whole "costumes" kink, so I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless <3 PS: This piece will be set in the modern au!

If there was one thing Jinx loved more than sharks and shooter games, at the Valoran arcade, it was dressing up!

She adored wigs and makeup, all the glitter, and sparkles, glamorizing herself in costumes she hand-made herself- or as she liked to call them "disguises".

Still, Jinx couldn't help but admit the costumes she wanted to create for you were sometimes more wild than her own.

Still, Jinx couldn't help but admit the costumes she wanted to create for you were sometimes more wild than her own.

Still, Jinx couldn't help but admit the costumes she wanted to create for you were sometimes more wild than her own.

And who were you but her scantily dressed dark star tonight~?

Jinx's fingers were gentle and cold to the touch, holding your face with two gloved hands. Her lips were pressed to yours, hot pink clashing with black until your lips were both a muddy purplish shade.

She swiped her thumb across your cheek. "You thought you could keep a star guardian down? Hmph! As if I could ever abide by your stupid laws and orders."

She wore a devilish smile, her fanged teeth poking out past her lips. It only made you wonder how a chaotic woman like her managed to look so cute and so devious at the same time.

"From now on, you listen to me. Got it?"

Her face was mere centimeters from yours. In fact, you were able to feel Jinx's shaky breath against your sensitive skin. She was nervous, and still, she tried to play the role of a domineering and brave "protector of the universe".

So you too would play into her fantasy, arms wrapped around the small of her back, pressing yourself flush against her torso. Her eyes widened, but she shortly regained her composure.

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, combatting the flamboyant pink wig she wore.

"Whatever you say, guardian." Your low and seductive tone fueled Jinx's imagination. She forced her lips back on your own, pulling you into a passionate and steamy kiss.

Your tongue collided with hers, battling her for dominance. She melted into your touch, forgetting the role she was playing for a moment as she sunk into your kisses. Even then, you allowed her to win, your back hitting the mattress as she landed with you.

Your body effortlessly rolled in perfect sync with Jinx's, your girlfriend huffing between breaths while you moaned against her neck.

Her fingers began to circle your clit, pushing your handcrafted panties aside so she could rub your sensitive slit, your arms squeezing around her as a way to tell her you liked what she was doing.

Jinx was skilled with her lithe and cold fingers, slow, but precise as she pushed two fingers past your folds, connecting her lips with yours once more. You moaned against your star guardian's mouth, Jinx humming in response.

"You're... so wet for me already." She mumbled, your eyes fluttering closed, allowing her to admire her handiwork, her eyes falling to your dark purple lingerie. To think the delicate and sheer fabric would be in spoils not even a day later. But it's okay~ Jinx could construct something better tomorrow!

For now, all Jinx wanted to do was be with you... and admire the way purple was really going to be your primary color in all her future plans now.

#saey kinktober 2022 #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #saeybaewrites #headcanons #jinx #x reader #jinx league of legends #jinx lol #jinx league of legends x reader #lol #jinx lol x reader #lol x reader #league of legends x reader

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⋆ takeru satoh, 104, nonbinary, he/him,they/them — did you see carris hada  walking down main street ? the tabloids say that the court of fire fae is known to be stoic and stern, but who knows if that’s true. the personal bodyguard  seems to fit the vibe of fingerless gloves threadbare from combat, half-dull half sharpened blades, a broken locket kept for memories of something, a hint of a smile even though they arent suppose to

Content warning: death mention, the bullet point is predicated by the tw by just a heads up once again !!

Character Chart 

Character’s full name:  Carris Hada

Reason or meaning of name: He was just born Carris

Character’s nickname: Cari, ris

Birth date: 4/15/1919

Physical appearance

Age: 104

Faceclaim: Takeru Satoh

Height: 5’7

Eye color: brown

Distinguishing marks: scar on lower lip

Predominant features: pointed ears

Hair color: light brown but occasionally dyes the tips red

Usual fashion of dress: uniform of the personal guard, when he’s not wearing that a leather jacket and ripped jeans of sorts

Personality

Good personality traits: stoic, dedicated, loyal, steadfast, secretly compassionate

Bad personality traits: aloof, closed-off, self-critical, stubborn, tempermental

Character’s greatest fear: watching someone die again under his watch

Past

Hometown:Fire Fae Court

Type of childhood: Actually Really Good until his twenties

Religion: “Spiritual” at best, believes that his beliefs aren’t just defined by religion

Present 

Current location: House of Fire Bloom, Living Quarters

Currently living with: no one

Occupation: Protector/Personal Bodyguard, occasionally will take a gig as a favor

Finances: Comfortable….yeah they’re watching Lux Fire Bloom of course Carris asks for a raise when they can

        Habits

Hobbies:  stamp collecting, bird watching, ballroom dancing

Mannerisms: Arms always crossed when speaking, a semi-permanent scowl on his features

Peculiarities:  Clenching his palms when he doesn’t have to fight, also looking behind his shoulders. Holding people back and going ahead of them

The Story: death mention

To be a Hada in 1923 meant being in the fire court

While they weren’t of nobility, they always raised their standards high

Carris being their first born felt that pressure under the surface

Carris felt the easiest for him was to be a protector, their needs seemingly matching his values

But to say the world had other plans for young Hada mind would be an understatement

Sylvanus the name was uttered in the courts was the fairest of them all. Carris didn’t intentionally want to but her fiery personality and cold cerulean eyes taken him away

There were days he skipped training to just catch a glimpse before she approached him as if to challenge him 

Carris, despite knowing better, promise to be on her side forever

It was that night when things changed for the worst

Carris forgot to lock his quarters, He gave Sylvanus a kiss telling her he’d be right back

(death tw) But before he can turn the corner Sylvanus was struck by an iron arrow. There was nothing he can do abut yell but it was too late (death tw) 

From then on Carris became more closed off

Carris blamed himself so why would he tell anyone what happened

He took his protector duties and training seriously not happen again

You can say he really rose to the ranks with his newfound no nonsense attitude 

When there was an assignment for Lux Firebloom, Carris did hesitate not knowing what to expect 

But somehow meeting Lux’s eyes he saw Sylvanus and knew in his heart, no matter what happens they had to protect her 

For better or worse they say…..

Connections

Protector/ body guard hangout/ monthly game night (im joking….or am I)

Or  court staff friends that drag him outside 

Friends (or the grumpy and nongrumpy disposition)

Does who knew Carris before he became all grumpy and want him to just talk to them dang it!!!

Rivals 

His Forbidden Love: Wanted Connection on Main

Faes from other courts just for the memes

Everything really

#chq.intro #death tw #(everyone say thanks a lot google docs)

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Rpg Anon: Still haven't finished the Remnants or the next thing I said I would do but I just had another idea. Mod, what do you think we should name certain characters' ultimate weapons? For example, what would Leon's best baseball and bat be called, or Mahiru's camera, or Peko's sword, or whatever weapon category Makoto's and Hajime's are classified as, etc. To save time, let's not discuss what their weapons would be.

//Still not in the mood to get political today so I’ll just do this instead. I don’t know if there are weapon types/classes in the RPG, but I’ll divide them up anyway to make it easier for me.

//I also forgot which characters were planned out and which weren’t, so I’m just doing whoever I can think of.

Unarmed/Fists (Characters who don’t need anything other than their fists to do the talking):

Makoto - Hands of Hope

Hina - Pool Punchers

Mondo - Unbreakable Diamond Fists

Taka - Justice Thrusters

Sakura - Fists of the East Moon

Hajime/Izuru - Jabberwok Defender

Akane - Rambunctious Rough-‘em-Ups

Nekomaru - Show some Spirit

Nagito - Hands of “Ultimate Hope”

Bandai - Hands of the Land

Koichi - Drunken Boxing

Tenko - “Taste the Wrath of NEO AIKIDO”

Kaito - Star Pummeller

Gonta - Reptite Wrath

Masaru - Hero Hands

Yuta - Brotherly Beats

Yuki - Divine Punisher

Yukari - Two minds, one mess

Narumi - Gauntlets of Gross

Kazoumi - Punk Punishers

Ayumu - Wall Breakers

Mikoto - Muscle Mesher

Mitsunari - Uma and Shika

Eje - Punk-Ass Protector

Leona - Sizeable Threat

Breakers (Characters who rely on physical quick attacks, almost like dance moves, and also primarily use their legs (some have unique weapons)):

Toko - Toko Taser (Uses the Taser as an additional weapon, and also this is her when she’s not Genocide Jill. She gets her own one.)

Ibuki - Black Cherry Cha-Cha

Hiyoko - Bladed Fan Dance (as implied by the name, she uses bladed fans like that one Power Ranger)

Akeru - Ninja Nightmare

Setsuka - Evil Eye Ass-Beating

Kego - Low-blow fro’

Aruma - Lashes of Love (She uses a whip with her style)

Kibin - Lonely Lashing

Hunter - Breakdance Backbreaker

Ranged/Pistoleer (Characters who use a firearm or two):

Kyoko - Gun of the Gloved Detective

Byakuya - Puissant pistolet Togami

Fuyuhiko - Kuzuryu Killing Blow

Ryuji/Imposter - Puissant pistolet Twogami

Kokichi Ouma - Dual Intense Cartridge Evoker’s (DICE) (He dual wields)

Nagisa - Sage Shooter

Taichi - Desperate Destroyer

Yoruko - Desperate Measures

Tsurugi - Kinjo Killjoy’s

Rei - Incompetance Annihilators

Teruya - Tarnation Cessation

Ryutaro/Keisuke/Midori/Minako - Kisaragi Foundation Firearm (they all share the same weapon)

Syobai - Brokeback Blaster

Assassin (Arms consist of both a small weapon, like a dagger or baton, as well as a small firearm. Can fight at both close and mid-range)

Genocide Jill - Jill’s Trusty Genoscissors

Mukuro - Fabled Fenrir Gear

Shuichi - Saihara’s Stuff (is significantly less agile than other Assassin-class characters, and wields a pistol and baton)

Maki - Ultimate Assassin Armaments

Ryoma - Tennis History (Has a tennis racket. Can attack with it physically, and hit at range with tennis balls. Put in this class because he’s physically quick.)

Tsumugi - Potentially Deadly Props

Matta - Mysterious Malice

Special (Characters who’s attacks are based on strange unnatural powers that are unrealistic and can’t typically be sensed normally. This is the category of most of the musician characters who fight with music.)

Sayaka - Miraculous Microphone

Hifumi - Otaku Overpower

Celeste - Gambling Blaze

Gundham - Seal Unleashed (He fights a bit like Heizou in Genshin, with punches and kicks imbued with magic. He also summons animals to help him)

Himiko - Magic Castle Staff

Angie - Atua Light of Power (same as Gundham. Attacks with art tools like chisels and hammers imbued with magical power)

Taichi - Datamine Damager

Mikako - Onmyodo Onslaught

Mikado - Monster of Utsuroshima

Iroha - Arts and Crafts

Marin - Playful Forecast

Uchui - Alternate Attacker

Oliver - The Fang’s Fury

//I will make the second half later because it’s really taxing to do this on my phone.

-Mod

#mod speaks

[polefitnessdancing]

#gripgloves #gripglovesforpoledancing #griptraininggear #grippingthedancepole #mightygrip #poledancegear #poledancingfootprotector #poledancinggear #poledancinggrips #PoleDancingWorkoutGear #polefitnessgear #tackygripgear #wearablegripgear

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part One - Episode 388 (Do Not Copy)

   At the middle of a burned forest, Pacey Deacon lowered his head as he had a clear head.

   He soon announced "I yield."

   His opponent Eli Peters landed before him and asked "What did you say?"

   Pacey lifted his right hand and he informed his opponent "I said... I have decided to withdraw from this battle."

   Sitting at the back of the left section above them, an emotionless Sage Wood lowered his head as his student Ren Ravenstone popped his head forward.

   "What?" He yelled.

   At another part of that section, Anna Blair popped her head forward as she also looked on with disbelief.

   "By the gods!" She cried.  "What is this? Why did he yield?"

   Then Sally lowered her head as she set beside her friend Anna. And the red-haired woman gave out a surprised grin.

   Anna cried "How could Pacey Deacon forfeit after everything?"

   "Anna," Sally responded. "Pacey had a lot to think about after his run-in with that Jack boy."

   Anna turned to her and Sally replied "The boy from the Neptune Armed Forces. He probably told our prince about what happened in his city when the Lord visited."

   "Ashton Deacon?" questioned Anna. "He had gone to California City some time ago?"

   "Apparently, my lovely dove," answered Sally. "And the people from Neptune are known to be vengeful. But that is if someone, especially an outsider, did something horrible. Or if they have taken something from the city."

   Anna thought for a moment. After that, she shook her head.

   "He must have stolen something from Neptune after all," She responded. "This is Ashton Deacon. He is practically the Devil."

   "And the sad thing about all this..." said a soft Sally "The sad thing is that Prince Pacey is suffering now. But it is better for the boy to learn his truth about his dear daddy now than later."

   The background of the arena had returned to the stadium. Then Tris Roberts walked toward the competitors.

   And Tris with question announced "The winner of this match... is Eli Peters."

   The troubled Pacey journeyed through the dark hallway away from the arena as he thought "Is he telling the truth about Father? Jack E? Is my father hiding something?"

   He continued walking off as he though "I must head back to Midas City immediately. I have to find what Father has inside the main headquarters -- the only building i have not entered in so long."

   After that, the proctor Tris stood at the center of the battlefield.

   "The next match will begin now!" He announced.

   Then he called "Cheetah! Come forward!"

   The youth from the Midas Armed Forces called Cheetah made his way to the arena. And he stood at the right part of the battlefield.

   Cheetah was an older boy with light skin and a pair of clear brown eyes. His hazel hair was short and slicked back. Black spots were also all over his hair. And he had black paint that resembled a cheetah's face on his face.

    He wore a sleeveless black top that had synthetic blond fur with black spots surrounding the lower part. And around the fur was a thick red design. He had on legless black bottoms with see-through leggings. He also had black protectors around his elbows and knees. He had long black protectors surrounding his ankles and a pair of fingerless black glove. And he had on a pair of long black boots. His MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

   Cheetah looked around and waved his right hand to the crowd around him. He also gave a short smile while he quietly chuckled.

   Next, the proctor Tris stared at the left entrance of the arena. Another person soon walked out from the door. And Cheetah became shocked once he saw this person.

   The person finally stood before him.

   And Cheetah said "I didn't think of I'd be fightin' you... ever!"

   His opponent was the emotionless Jonny Griffin. He had on black earrings and black eyeliner. He wore a collared black shirt with long sleeves. Each of his shoulders were revealed and a fingerless glove was attached to each sleeve. He had on a pair of black pants with small holes. And he had on black shoes that were each zipped up. He also wore a sleeveless black top over his shirt that resembled armor. A large eyeball was printed on the back of the top. And his MAF badge was worn on the left side at the front of the top.

   Tris announced to the students "Two more students from the Midas Armed Forces will battle it out! Cheetah and Jon Griffin!"

   A struck Cheetah lowered his head as tears slowly fell from his eyes. After that, he looked up at his opponent.

   "I don't believe dis!" He cried. "I gotta fight ya? Of all people?"

Episode 384:  Cheetah and Jonny Griffin

A younger Jonny Griffin hid behind a large shelf by the wall at the Main Hall. And he began to hear a quiet conversation.

"I can't do it anymore!" yelled a male voice.

The voice of another male informed the other "But we are coming to the good part of the invasion."

"I'm not going to be a part of this anymore. You never told me we actually had to hurt people."

"Just relax already, Anton. I just knocked everyone of the sensor team out with only a wave. I wasn't intending on hurting any of them. Honest!"

"But you are hurting everyone in this school by trying to take over!"

Jonny had fair skin and gloomy black eyes. And he had long brown hair that spiked up. He wore a blue outfit with silver slashes surrounded by black lines on each side of his waist. And he had short sleeves with silver braces at the end. He also had a long silver pad around each ankle and a pair of short black boots. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

The student leaned his head from behind the shelf and found the young teacher named Anton Clark confronting the soldiers called Youndramon by the last table at the other side.

Anton wore a turquoise shirt with long sleeves underneath a white T-shirt. He had on a pair of brown pants and white sneakers. He also had on a pair of black eyeglasses with clear lens. And his MAF badge was placed on the left side of his chest.

Youndramon was a young man with fair skin and a well-built body. The color of his left eye was purple while his right eye was green. He had short teal hair with light-green highlights at the front part. He had on a long green top with long purple sleeves and different-colored designs everywhere. He had a long white sash tied around his waist. He also had on a pair of black pants and black boots. He had a silver pad around each knee and ankle. And his MAF badge was worn on the left side of his chest.

Youndramon gave a soft smile and told the teacher "You can't just quit. The Dark Lord is counting on us to carry out this mission."

"Then you can tell the Dark Lord..." yelled Anton. "...to count me out! I didn't sign up for this! I am a medic and a teacher for crying out loud! I came to the Academy to teach as well as advise the Medical Team!"

Jonny soon felt a small wave of wind blowing at him. And he found someone standing before him.

It was the speedy youth, Cheetah. He had short blond hair with black spots and white hair at the front. And he wore black paint resembling a cheetah's face on his face. He wore a sleeveless red top with a see-through cloth around the lower part of his chest. He had on a pair of legless red bottoms with see-through leggings and a silver belt with a large red star as a buckle. And a black choker was worn around his neck that had a red button at the center. He also wore red wristbands, red kneepads, and long black boots. And his MAF badge on the left side of his top.

Cheetah had joined Jonny in watching the two villains argue.

"Don't be such a wimp!" Youndramon told his partner. "Lord Sirbo will award you for your trouble. Just do your job no questions asked."

"I just told you I quit!" yelled Anton. "In fact, I am going directly to the Commander. And I am going to tell him everything. Then I will find Cheetah and we will leave Midas City!"

The two young spies finally revealed themselves and confronted the culprits.

"Well, well, well!" informed Cheetah. "Look like ya gettin' yer wish Anton! But both of ya will be goin' to prison!"

"How could you two do this?" cried Jonny. "You both have been honorable soldiers for the Midas Armed Forces for many years. And I always looked up to you, Youndramon!"

Youndramon rose his hands and he happily told the boys "Now let's all calm down."

"I can't believe you two are working for that demented snake Sirbo!" Jonny continued. "As soon as the Commander and everyone get this situation straightened out, Cheetah and I will take the both of you to the Commander. And the Commander will figure out what to do with you."

Suddenly, a small syringe was forced into his right shoulder. Jonny quickly found that it was his partner Cheetah that placed the needle onto him that released a thick white liquid. Then Jonny gave out a loud shout until he slowly fell face down to the ground.

After that, a wicked Cheetah had joined the two betrayers.

And the spotty-haired boy asked Youndramon "How's it goin' Mate?"

[babooshkart]

Harry wrapped his hands tightly around his broom on either side, concentrating on the comforting weight of Malfoy’s warm body against his own, and let his eyelids drift shut, hoping with all his worth that their sticking charms would hold.

Commission from @sweet-s0rr0w​ for her delightful Quidditch Fest fic Crash (Into Me). Thank you so much for the opportunity to illustrate for you—this fic was everything that I wanted and more. I highly encourage everyone to dive headfirst into this beautiful story, featuring a 24 hour charity Quidditch game, lots of flirting, and a massage on broomback 😏

#anyway i would die for them #also i love their glove/arm protector things #the level of detail that i put into those fuckers that is now slightly unnoticeable bc of the lighting??? tragic #please enjoy their lil protective bubble of spells #and their Sporting Outfits #😌😌😌 #hp fanart #drarry #drarry fanart #draco malfoy #harry potter fanart #harry potter #my art #draco malfoy fanart #drarry fic rec #quidditch fest 2021 #art for fic #drarry squad #drarry commission #now I am going Full Throttle on 25 Days and nobody can stop me #hpdm

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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[craptsukii]

genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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listen to this while reading!

my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)”

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

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The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

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“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #soft hours #fluff #genshin xiao #genshin Childe #genshin diluc #genshin headcanons #genshin zhongli #genshin kaeya #genshin albedo #genshin venti #genshin one shots #i’m sorry kaeya stans #i love him but i deadass cant take him seriously 😭😭 #kaeya supremacy nonetheless

[wandsandwheezes]

My Protector | G. W

T/W ; mentions of mudblood, fighting, aggression, angst, SMUT (incl. oral - male receiving, fingering, sex, choking, thigh riding) drinking/mentions of alcohol

A/N - In honour of reaching 200 followers (I’m literally in shock) I wanted o to present you with my boy in the longest fic i’ve ever written (3.9k) - I hope you love it as much as I do 🧡

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You hated this feeling, the heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burning holes in the back of your head. The decision to make things official with George was a massive step in your relationship. Months of sneaking around in hidden corridors, holding hands under tables and stealing kisses in the moonlight wasn't enough for the proud boy. It wasn't enough for you to just be his, he wanted people to know and more importantly wanted to make Malfoy know. 

The platinum haired boy had his eye on you the moment you stepped into the great hall on the evening of the Yule Ball, in a stunning baby blue gown that accentuated your gorgeous curls and perfectly done makeup. The one problem Malfoy had with you, however was that you were muggleborn. From that day on, he made your life a living hell. 

You took your seat in the great hall, across from Hermione, who was all too engrossed in the book she had her nose in, to notice that you and George had sat down. You immediately lent into his side, his arm slung around your shoulder. You had dazed off, and before you knee it, you had been absentmindedly staring over at the table of Slytherin boys for about five minutes. You hated the sight of him, Draco Malfoy was a smug prick who had nothing better to do to bide his time other than pick fun at other people. 

"Hey, Love are you alright?" George whispers sweetly in your ear, you nod and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek, he gives you a reassuring squeeze before getting up, "I need to pee, plus I'm sure Fred's off getting himself into trouble." you grab his hand before he rushes off, pouting up at him, he chuckles a little, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning to whisper in your ear. "I really won't be long, Princess, I promise."

Draco watched George leave with piercing eyes, before standing up nand grabbing Crabbe and Goyle by the backs of their robes to force them up also before making his way over to you, "Oh look, isn't it nice for the filthy mudbloods to all group together." he sneered, his harsh gaze never leaving you. Hermione scoffs, forcing her book closed, "Oh look, Is someone back to get punched again? I can arrange another broken nose for you, Malfoy, now shove off and find something better to do." 

Watching Hermione stand up to Draco every time he has something mean or hurtful to say was an amusing sight to see, but watching poor Malfoy run off with his tail between his legs was even funnier. "I don't know how you have the courage to stand up to him like that." you admit, grabbing a pastry from the platter, pulling a piece off to pop into your mouth. She smiles up at you, "You really get the confidence when you've already broken his nose once."

George returned back to you, with Fred behind him, In time to see Draco running out of the Great Hall, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. "What sent those foul gits running off?" fred jokes, filling up a cup with orange juice. "It was nothing, just Malfoy being precious about blood purity, as usual, I set him in his place" Hermione stated plainly, George squeezes your thigh under the table, causing you to look up at him, having a small conversation just in glances 'you okay?' you nod, arm linking around his before holding his hand that was on your thigh. 

It was an awful day for a quidditch match, it was thunderous and grey outside, each lightning strike made the whole pitch light up and erupt with roars of students supporting their teams. You were stood in the Gryffindor stalls, wrapped up in one of George's coats and a warm scarf, but not even the best outerwear could protect you from the torrential rain. 

The way the team played was absolutely phenomenal, Fred and George being star beaters as always had helped the team be up 30 points against slytherin. Harry and Malfoy were both nowhere to be seen, no doubt fighting over the golden snitch way above the low clouds that made the visibility during the match absolutely dreadful. 

Harry came barrelling down from the clouds, clutching the golden snitch in his hands, meaning that Gryffindor had won the match - news you were overjoyed to hear as now you could finally get into some warm clothing. You made your way down from the stands to the pitch where you'd promised George you'd meet him. 

"Good game, Harry! That Malfoy give you any issues above the clouds?" George joked, pulling Harry into a half hug before he was interrupted. "Seems you can't keep my name out of your filthy little mouth can you, Weasley?" Draco was storming over, clearly agitated by yet another slytherin loss to the Gryffindor team. "after all I'm not surprised, you have been fucking that mudblood Y/L/N for god knows how long, you don't know where that mouth has been."

"George, Leave it, let's go." Angelina turns the red haired boy away from the slytherin team, but Alicia, had already spoken up to fight your corner, "How dare you!" Harry pulls Alicia away before retaliating at the Slytherin boy "Go find someone else to inflate your ego" Draco laughs, slicking his wet hair back with his gloved hand "Finally grown a backbone have we, potter? Or did Mummy finally teach you to stand up for yourself… sorry my mistake, mummy's dead, isn't she?" 

This was enough for Harry and George, who had broken free of Angelina's grip, there were yells and screams as the boys brawled, the Slytherin team landing a few punches before George loses it , grabbing Malfoy by his quidditch robes, throwing him to the ground. He lands one clean punch to his ribcage, squatting down to get close to his face. "If you say one more thing about my girlfriend I will not hesitate to end you, don't look at her, don't touch her or even breathe the same air as her ever again, understood?" George's large hand had clamped around Malfoy's chin forcing him to look into his eyes, Draco was petrified, or at least he felt that way. 

All you could hear were yells and screams as you approached the two teams and you got the gut feeling that something wasn't quite right. You picked up your pace to run over to the group, seeing Harry and George bent down next to Malfoy, your eyes widening when you saw Harry had a bloody nose and George had a cut across his lip. Your hands wrapped around George's bicep, pulling him away from Draco, you looked back at him as he was still on the floor, he had tears in his eyes and his hand was clutching his side. 

George's arm was wrapped around you protectively as the team headed back to the changing rooms. “What happened, George” you whispered. “Later.” he replied quickly - you assume to stop himself from going back and doing any more damage. You were shivering as the rain had soaked you down to your skin, trying not to focus on how cold you were as you sat on one of the benches, waiting patiently for George to collect his things. He looked down at you, standing shirtless while he balls up his quidditch robes,only to shove them in his bag. He gives you a gentle smile, turning around to place some of his things into his lockers, as much as he was smiling, you knew he was still riled up, as the muscles across his back were tensing and untensing. You couldn’t help but think about how toned he was getting, your mind travelling to a more intimate space with him. 

You were only pulled from your thoughts as his warm hand pressed to your jaw, thumb running over your cheekbone, “Ready to go, Love?” he asks softly, you look up and notice that his lip was still bleeding, you frown standing up to wipe away the blood, he hisses a little dabbing his middle finger against the source of the sting, he looks down at the small amount of blood on his finger before wiping it against his jeans. “Fuck’s sake...” he mutters under his breath, you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’ll patch you up, Georgie, just tell me what happened.” He sighs, pulling your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s go then.”

You decide on avoiding the common room until you’d patched him up, making your way towards the prefect’s bathroom. He explains that Malfoy was being absolutely vulgar with his poisonous words, not only joking about Harry’s late mother, but speaking ill of your blood purity, saying that it was enough to push him over the edge. You’d had him leaning against one of the sinks, as you work to mend his split lip, muttering ‘Episkey’ as he rambles about how out of line Malfoy was. “You know he said pretty much the same thing to Hermione and I over breakfast the other day, it’s been like this all year.” He moves to get up, but you stop him, pushing him by his chest to sit back down. “I’ll fucking kill him.” you shake your head, giggling and pressing a kiss to his cheek, only for him to wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around, causing your giggles to turn to full belly laughs. 

A loud cough caused you both to look toward the source of the sound, seeing Myrtle sitting on the top of one of the stall doors. “Oh how beautiful it is to watch you two!” she giggles “I wouldn’t mind seeing this Weasley shirtless!” your eyes widen, holding in a laugh as you look up at George. “He’s still my boyfriend, Myrtle” she gasps, dropping down from the stall, looking over at you both. “Fine! I promise it’ll only be a peek… no? I guess I’ll give you some privacy then” she rolls her eyes before whirring off to dive into her toilet.

“There he is!” Fred yells as you both finally enter the common room, “You should’ve seen him and Harry, it was like lightning how quick they were on that snake… Nobody speaks like that about Y/N and Lilly and gets away with it!” the older twin was gossiping to the rest of the weasley family, as well as some of their friends. The celebration was already in full swing, many students already tipsy off the firewhiskey and others huddled in groups talking. “Alright, Fred, It’s all well and good until they go and get themselves banned, or even expelled for brawling like that” Hermione adds, Ginny shakes her head, looking over to Angelina and Alicia for support, “he definitely provoked them, honestly the foul git brought it on himself” Alicia responds.

The more the night went on, the more obvious it was that George was basically undressing you with his eyes. You could tell the pent up anger was getting to him, he was sat in the corner by the fire, brooding, his posture was awful but he was sat with his legs spread, elbow propped up on the arm rest, biting at his nails. You had to admit he looked glorious, his hair had now dried up from the rain, leaving a small wave to the ginger locks in its absence. You’d changed earlier in the night to a pair of leggings and a sweater that used to belong to George, key word being used because you had zero intent in giving it back. He was looking you up and down as you danced with Ginny, Angelina and Ron. 

George pictured you walking over to him, straddling his hips and pulling him into a deep kiss. All he wanted was to run his hands slowly up your spine because he knows it drives you crazy, he wished he could pull your hair to expose your neck to him, he wanted to mark you so people knew you were his. He pushed the emerging thought of strangling Draco to the back of his head, replacing it with the image of choking you, his whole hand wrapped around your neck, and just squeezing as he’s fucking you into the mattress. Then he remembered the sounds you’d make, how your breath would shudder and how you would beg  him for more. He was driving himself insane, he muttered a low “fuck…” under his breath when you locked eyes.

Unknowing of his thoughts, you wave him over to the group with a pout, of course he concedes, pushing himself off of the chair, and walking over to you, he smiles innocently at you, grabbing your face with both hands as he kisses you. You go to deepen the kiss, after all you’d been watching him all night and you knew that the inevitable would happen; the way he'd started by cupping your cheeks, fingers threading to the back of your head, threatening to pull at your hair, he wanted you to moan into the kiss, but not here. He wanted that sound to be for him and him only. You pull away, saving your friends and his family watching the show he was putting on. He was restraining himself from throwing you over his shoulder as you look up at him with your begging eyes, that’s how this game started. Begging. 

He’d gotten into the rhythm of dancing with you when he leaned down to whisper on your ear. ‘Be a good girl and go wait for me upstairs will you?” you press a kiss to his cheek, before walking away from him, your fingertips being the last thing to leave each other. George’s eyes immediately shot to Fred, walking over to him with his hand shoved into his pockets. “My dearest Freddie-” Fred cut him off, rolling his eyes “I’ll keep them out of the room, it’s all yours… just no sex on my bed, I’d like to keep at least one of them sacred” George rolled his eyes, “It was one time, Fred” he goes to walk away, causing his brother to raise his voice “That’s one time too many!”

You’d practically jumped onto the redhead when he entered the room, pressing another kiss to his lips, glad you’d taken the time to heal it earlier on, he muttered a small ‘jump’ wrapping your legs around his waist. He did contemplate fucking you on Fred’s bed for a moment, but decided against it quickly. His hands found your ass, grabbing it with a sense of roughness, he wasn’t going to let go this quickly. After all you’d hardly been begging at all. Your soft moans against his lips told him that you knew it was game on, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs straddling his thighs. He’d had an idea, It was filthy - he wanted you to be a whimpering mess while you were both fully clothed. He was craving it now, he wanted you whining mercilessly and he wanted it now. “How do you feel about riding my thigh, princess?” one of his hands was cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your swollen lips, you instinctively took his thumb between your teeth, licking at the pad of his thumb, you nodded slowly, moving so that your hips were straddling his right thigh. 

You’d started off, curling your hips ever so slightly, you were only testing the waters but you didn’t expect it to feel this good. “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.” he praised, his hands slipping under your shirt, his fingertips tracing the line of your spine, causing you to shiver, he had you in the palm of his hands as you began to quicken your pace, his eyes were locked on yours as he began to bounce his leg ever so slightly. Your moans were growing louder and his eyes were growing darker. “Mmh. George, that feels so good, baby.”

Your head was buried in the crook of his neck as you were getting yourself off on his thigh, It was truly sinful, you knew you were getting close, but he did too. His hands gripped your hips in a way that you knew would leave bruises, but you didn’t mind, not in the slightest. He pulled you off of his thigh, denying you an orgasm. If this was the game he was playing, you’d play along, sinking to your knees, nestling between his legs. Your hands felt his bulge, eyes fogged with lust as you palmed, using the other hand to help free his cock from his jeans. 

‘I’m so fucking lucky,’  he thought as your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, teasing him ever so slightly, you knew you were pushing your luck but you continued to tease him. “Don’t do that, Princess, It won’t end well for you.” he warns, hands tangling in your hair to pull it out of the way, guiding you down his length, he knew you could take it all. His good girl.

It didn’t take him long to give in, you’d managed to get him almost completely naked yet you were still fully clothed, he had let you lie back against the sheets, they smelled uniquely of him and you breathed in the scent, it sent your eyes rolling back, as he slowly pulled down your leggings along with your underwear. “I don’t think you’re ready for cock quite yet, are you?” his fingers ghosted up your legs. “Fingers or tongue, your choice angel… use your words for me.”

You whimpered, “Fingers please, Georgie,” you mewled, he smirked nodding “They were always your favourite weren't they?” he brought his fingers up to your lips, instructing you to suck, which you obliged in doing, taking two of his fingers past your lips, swirling your tongue around them. “Good girl.” he removed his fingers from your lips, using his middle finger to trace over your entrance before gently pushing in the one finger, “already taking one so well, can you handle another? I think you can” 

He was fingering you at an agonising pace as his thumb circled your clit, he knew he had the ability to make you come undone in minutes if he just curled his fingers up a little more. He could let you cum now, on his fingers, but he could’ve let you find your high on his thigh earlier on, but he didn’t. He wanted you to Beg. “I’m so close,” you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers in hope for release, instead he shakes his head, pulling his fingers from you, taking them into his mouth, licking them clean “I bet you want to cum, don’t you baby?” he was smirking, now “I haven’t heard you beg once, you clearly don’t need it.” you grab the back of his neck pulling him into a swift kiss, pulling his lower lip between your teeth as you pull away. “Fuck me please, George, I need you so bad.” you’d used his weakness against him as you bit on his lip and he had to oblige, you were still left in his sweater, but seeing you in just that was enough for him.

“Anything for my girl.” His finger circled your clit again for a few moments, teasing you with the tip of his cock. When he finally started fucking you, he had to adjust to just how tight you were as your pussy begged for release. The air was a mix of moans and grunts as he set his relentless pace. You were scratching at his back as he fucked you into his mattress, only one thing left to complete his daydream. His hand wrapped around your throat, restricting your air for a few moments before releasing, your airy breathy moans were enough for him to feel his release coming. “Are you close, princess? Can you cum for me?” 

You came together with one long grunt from him, his hands were massaging your thighs as you came, his demeanor switching completely, pulling on a pair of underwear before scooping you up into his arms, letting you rest against his chest as your legs wrap around his waist, he pulled his duvet up, allowing you to crawl under the warm covers, him joining you in the single bed, “Mm I’m sleepy,” you pouted, leg slung over him and your head against his chest. “Then sleep here, angel.” His hand was smoothing over your hair, listening to your breathing regulate “My Protector.” You mused, leaning up to press a kiss to his clavicle.

Greeting your friends the next morning with groggy eyes, you slumped into the bench in the great hall, grabbing a slice of toast. Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to throw your crust at his head “I take it you and George had fun last night?” he laughed, “Why, Jealous are you, Freddie?” he rolls his eyes, scoffing. “No, pfft, I had a FANTASTIC night thank you!”

You notice Malfoy sat at the slytherin table arm in a sling, pandering to girls like Pansy attempting to make his life ‘easier’. You nod into the direction of the nonsense “He’s absolutely milking it.” you laugh, as George slides into the seat next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek “He did the same thing a few years ago, what a little bitch.” Ron adds, the group erupts into laughter, it was true. Draco was a little bitch and suddenly you felt the confidence to say something about it. “Watch this,” you say, standing up but George grabs your hand “You’re not going over there.” you place a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be fine, Georgie.” 

“Aw, Malfoy do you need all the girls around you to fill the whole now mummy isn’t here to patch you up?” The girls snigger with each other, Draco goes to speak up but is met with George’s glare from across the room, making him shut his mouth for once in his life. “cat got your tongue?” you laugh, recognising the glint in his eye, it was the same look George used to give you before you were together, and you realise why he’d been acting so harshly towards you, he was crushing. You laughed at the thought, rolling your eyes.  “Honestly, I expected better, the Quidditch team is right, you really are a little bitch.” you spin on your heel, heading back to your friends with another eye roll and a smile back at them as they laughed from their table. 

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with Draco for a while.” you joke, sitting down, to enjoy a peaceful breakfast surrounded by your friends. “Well done for standing up to him, I’ll reward you later if you want.” George whispered in your ear, you grabbed his thigh under the table with a small nod. You were in for another treat tonight.

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