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Dating ‘Prince Charming’ Part 2/3

[ Lila is finally starting to learn what its really like to be Adrien Agreste's girlfriend and finding out its not everything she hoped it would be. But while the liar struggles Marinette works toward her goals and meets someone new. ]

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Chloe made her grand return 3 weeks after Lila and Adrien’s big dating announcement. The bossy blonde had been away in New York with her mother and it was only in retrospect that Marinette briefly wondered if the entire timing of her and Adriens break up and Lila and Adriens announcement had been planned. After all Chloe had not taken well to Marinette dating Adrien and the class president was positive she would not take the news that Lila had swooped in right after their big breakup any better.

As it turns out Marinette had been right at least about Chloe not taking the news well. She’d walked into class early (for her) only to be met with chaos as Chloe and Lila stood opposed and yelling filled the classroom. Despite the fact that Marinette KNEW Chloe would hate whoever dated Adrien the sight was still enough to leave her mildly stunned after all Lila and Chloe had been tag team harassing Marinette since the second she and Adrien had started dating so to see the once allies now locked in a vicious match each using their unique brand of awful against each other… Well it was something.

Luckily Marinette knew she would not have to lift a finger to fix things. Because this? This was Adrien’s problem. And Marinette had no intention of helping or playing mediator. After all Adrien had let Lila and Chloe stomp all over their relationship when they’d still been dating, heck he’d even asked Marinette to simply deal with it so now he could deal with it and Marinette severely doubted that Lila would be even half as accepting or accommodating as she had been.

So while the two wannabe queens duked it out Lila with fake tears and Chloe with vicious mockery Marinette simply glided past the drama and up to her seat where she pulled out her sketchbook and started adding the finishing touches to a sketch of a brand new rock and roll suit for Uncle Jagged. Now that she wasn’t chasing after Adrien 24/7 and making him gifts and worrying about him or Lila or Chloe not to mention trying to keep up with her school work and grades all while also being Ladybug well Marinette had time on her hands and she’d been using it to study, track down Hawkmoth with Alya’s help, spend time with friends but most of all she’d been using that time on her career.

As she wrote in what materials she would need to get a certain sheen effect on the outfit, Marinette noticed the green eyes looking up at her desperately from the front of the class. Marinette glanced up noting how Adrien seemed to be trying to plead with her to help as he tried to reign in his dramatic new girlfriend and attack dog childhood friend; she only cocked her head to the side, smiled and offered him a little wave before continuing with her work. Yeah no way was she willingly throwing herself into THAT.

Sure enough before class could start Adrien managed to drag Lila out of the room and into the hallway no doubt to give her the same speech he had given Marinette when THEY were dating Lila bursting back into the classroom a few minutes later looking like she’d just swallowed a whole lemon only confirmed Marinette’s suspicions.

What Marinette had not expected was Lila openly complaining about ADRIEN at lunch, hours after the incidents of that morning. Marinette ate her steamed bun as she watched with mild surprise as the Italian wailed and threw a veritable tantrum as she told the girls all about how Adrien had put Chloe first and had asked Lila to simply deal with it. It was so painfully ironic that Marinette struggled not to roll her eyes. Honestly after the breakup Marinette had for a brief time contemplated revenge because truthfully. She was hurt and mad but Tikki had talked her out of it claiming that karma would have its way Marinette hadn’t believed the little god at the time too lost in her grief and her ice cream but now? Well now Marinette was starting to understand what Tikki meant. Because Lila wanted to be Adrien Agreste’s girlfriend no matter what it took, and she was only now starting to see what that really meant.

Sure enough in the weeks that followed Lila and Chloe kept each other busy allowing Marinette to for the first time in years relax at school. Of course Lila tried to redirect Chloe’s hatred back at Marinette by telling the blonde about how it had been Marinette who initiated the break up. But Marinette had easily overcome Chloe’s rage with honesty after all she had only broken up with Adrien because she knew they were incompatible and that Adrien would be happier with someone else, something Chloe agreed with though the way in which the blonde agreed made Marinette’s eye twitch just a little.

And then of course there was Adrien who was still trying to get Marinette to step in and help him handle his childhood friend and girlfriend but Marinette had been able to dodge him for weeks until they were having a class meetup at the park. Chloe was not attending due to wanting to avoid the ‘peasants’ as she so called them and Lila claimed she would be late due to an important meeting with some famous person. Honestly Marinette had not even bothered to pay attention. Adrien had noted the lack of ‘problem people’ and had decided to make a bold move calling Marinette out as they all hung out together to ‘talk to her in private’ yeah like THAT was going to happen.

Marinette knew Adrien’s modus operandi very well. He’d call you out, ask to talk to you privately and then lay on the guilt trip. No way was she doing that anymore she’d endured enough of them while they were dating to last a lifetime.

“Actually I would prefer not to talk to you alone, Adrien. You're publicly dating someone and we never know when your fans or the paparazzi might be around. Besides anything you can say to me in private you can say in front of OUR friends.”

Adrien looked like a kicked puppy at her words. But as their classmates quickly took her side and insisted he tell Marinette whatever he needed with them around the blonde was backed into a corner.

“Well the thing is… I was wondering if you could help? With the whole Lila, Chloe situation?”

Marinette wasn’t even given a chance to respond. The second the words left Adrien’s mouth the entire class bristled, many giving Adrien looks of confusion and shock as if he’d just spoken pure nonsense and honestly in a way he had. Nathaniel however was the one who said it best.

“Wait I’m sorry are you seriously asking Marinette to mediate between her long time bully and the girl you started dating not even an hour after your break up with her? Are you serious?!”

“W-Well I just thought-”

“Thought what Agreste? That Marinette should put herself in the worlds worst situation completely ignoring her own feelings just to make your life easier?”

Oof Kim going straight for the throat.

“B-But shes the class president!”

“So?! That doesn’t make her a genie! She can't just clap her hands and fix everything nor should she have to!”

Marinette had never heard Rose sound so upset in her life, which is when the young fashion designer knew it was her turn to say her piece and get things back under control.

“Adrien.” She ignored the hopeful look he shot her. “Not only do I not want to get involved but I don’t think it would help. Chloe doesn’t like me and Lila’s ‘disease’-” she said the word with barely concealed sarcasm “acts up when I’m around. So I’m sorry but no I will not help you with this.”

“But I’m sure if you just-”

The look the class shot him was enough to end the conversation and Marinette let out a relieved sigh as her heart filled with warmth she really loved her friends.

A month after the conversation in the park Lila Rossi got her second harsh wake up call to the ‘true joys’ of being Adrien Agreste’s girlfriend and it was a two for one deal.

Lila had seemingly been under the assumption that once she was dating Adrien her own popularity would rise to meet his but she was starting to learn that wasn’t the case. Adrien still got plenty more photo-shoots then she did and most were still solo and since they were fast approaching the spring fashion season Adrien was plenty busy with more and more shoots while Lila was left waiting for her turn in the spotlight.

Perhaps it was the frustration at not immediately sky rocketing her way up in fame or maybe it was the snide comments from Adrien Fangirls talking about the lack of couples shoots but Lila seemingly came up with the brilliant plan to force the spotlight onto herself by demanding, manipulating and forcing Adrien to take her on big flashy fancy dates where the paparazzi always conveniently found them Marinette had no doubt Lila was the one tipping them off but she kept her mouth shut. It wasn’t her problem.

However while Lila was enjoying her tabloid paparazzi fueled fame the class and more surprisingly Gabriel Agreste himself were beginning to notice the way it was wearing Adrien down. Between his photo-shoots and busy schedule all of Adrien’s precious free time was being filled up by Lila and her many needy antics and it was starting to show in the way Adrien carried himself and how exhausted he seemed.

Nino was the one who led the charge just as he had when Lila manipulated the class into thinking her ‘clingy’ but where Marinette had gotten some hurtful but well meaning lectures about her Adrien obsession which in retrospect DID help her realize her love was unhealthy. Lila was not given such a kind well meaning speech instead Nino got mad, something he rarely let himself become.

As it turns out Lila had worn Adrien down to the point where the blonde was too exhausted to function and he’d nearly passed out while standing and talking to Nino and that mixed with the fact that it had previously been Lila who painted the faux picture of Marinette as the clingy evil girlfriend isolating the boy from his friends was enough for Nino to harshly call her out. The liar did do her best to wriggle out of the situation trying to claim she only wanted ‘some’ private time with her oh so busy boyfriend but Nino was not having it and the class was too happy to back him up.

The more Lila tried to defend and excuse her actions the angrier Nino got and much to the liars annoyance the young musician had proof and plenty of it. Between his text correspondence with Adrien that revealed the model was constantly being forced to cancel relaxing friend days to take Lila out on flashy dates that always ended with paparazzi and fans swarming the location and forcing Adrien into high stress situations, and an extremely detailed schedule planner that Nino had made to keep track of his best buds work life balance (potential evidence to blackmail Gabriel Agreste if he ever threatened to pull Adrien out of school again apparently). The facts didn’t lie and they were showing that Lila was the real ‘clingy’ girlfriend.

Things eventually got so heated between Nino and Lila arguing that an akuma appeared to try and take advantage of the situation. Luckily for everyone Ladybug had been patrolling and stopped the naughty little butterfly from making things worse. In the end Lila was forced to grit her teeth and apologize to her darling boyfriend. Though perhaps what upset her more was the way the class proceeded to apologize to Marinette after the fact for ever accusing her of being clingy and taking up too much of Adrien’s free time.

However Lila still thought she had one last ace up her sleeve, and so after the class luncheon ended the liar proceeded to contact Gabriel hoping to get her new boyfriends dad to reign him in and do her bidding. Unluckily for Lila however Gabriel had been paying attention to the situation and that fact that it had ALMOST led to an akuma made him look even closer into things.

And he was not happy with what he found. The paparazzi pictures and articles that resulted from Lila and Adrien’s flashy dates had started positively enough with headlines and puff pieces about how cute the couple looked together, how it was nice to see the young Agreste in more casual settings with his girlfriend. But as the dates became more and more frequent and Lila’s constant demands and needs grew the articles slowly began to change soon they were discussing the concerning amount of money Adrien must be spending on his girlfriend, how exhausted and stressed the young Agreste heir looked under his strained smiles and was he eating and sleeping enough?

The akuma he’d sent had only further confirmed Gabriel’s negative feelings toward Lila though it did make him re-evaluate the young Lahiffe boy. Gabriel had originally thought the wannabe musician might just be interested in Adrien for money but seeing the lengths he went to defend his friend had the designer impressed and even a little grateful. So when Lila phoned to try and throw the boy under the bus and get Gabriel to side with her, well she had another thing coming.

Marinette heard later from Alya and the rest of the girls that Lila was ‘devastated’ how she’d wailed sobbed and thrown the tantrum of the century as she ranted and raved about Gabriel putting a 1 date a month maximum limit on Adrien and Lila. The two lovebirds could still hang out of course but it would be in the company of the rest of the class or other friends, or if they really wanted some privacy it would be strictly at the Agreste mansion for studying. Lila had told the girls that it was unfair and unjust that Gabriel was trying to get in the way of their love! Alya had relayed to Marinette that while the girls agreed that 1 date a month was a bit rough they all thought Lila’s tantrum was a bit childish especially when they all remembered how Marinette had rarely if ever got to enjoy 1 private date a month with Adrien and never in public.

Of course just because Lila had been told ‘no’ didn’t mean the liar was going to listen. And so she began trying to find ways to manipulate Adrien into ‘accidental’ dates, bugging the blonde to take her out instead of settling for lunch at school or trying to conveniently separate the two of them from the rest of the group during weekend and after school hang outs. But each time Lila tried Nino thwarted her eventually the Italian had gotten so angry at his meddling that she phoned Gabriel again this time to try and get the musician removed or banned or ANYTHING so that he’d back off, so when she instead learned that Nino had been asked by Gabriel to keep an eye out on for his son and that Adrien knew about it well the liar was furious.

Marinette learned later this time from Rose and Juleka that the Italian had tried to go on another tantrum tirade only to be stopped by Alya who would not tolerate anyone badmouthing her lovely boyfriend. Needless to say, Marinette was quick to notice the following Monday how Lila pouted and avoided the Ladyblogger like the plague. Luckily Marinette made sure Alya didn’t dwell on it too much by inviting the girl over to help her brainstorm some new ideas.

Because while Lila was focusing on leeching the fame and fortune off her boyfriend and being met with endless failures and a very hostile guard dog called Chloe. Marinette had been THRIVING. The suit she’d designed for Jagged had gone viral online and soon Jagged was passing on her contact information to a small selection of celebrities Marinette felt comfortable designing for. The fact that her identity was a secret and she had a very exclusive client list had only caused MDC to soar even higher in popularity with the public making it clear that they too wanted access to MDC fashion. And so Marinette had done her research and with the help of Uncle Jagged and Aunt Penny she’d set up an online store where she would sell ready made clothes.

Of course just because Marinette was seeing success didn’t mean she had forgotten about her friends. In fact the entire class minus Lila, Adrien and Chloe knew very well the true identity of the elusive MDC and that was because while Marinette was taking big steps toward her dreams she was helping her friends do just the same.

After all it didn’t take long for the internet to learn that the mysterious MDC designed Kitty Sections outfits causing the band to have a surge of free publicity that led to many people discovering their music and falling in love with the band.

Then there was Nathanial, Marc and Alya who Marinette or should she say MDC collaborated with while designing her ‘hero hoodie’ fashion collection all of them saw a boost in views with Marc and Nathanial’s comic picking up new readers though it was there brand new all original idea that had really flown off the shelves earning them an online cult following. Alya meanwhile got her blog spotted by Lois Lane herself who was impressed with the young future journalist and contacted Alya for a summer internship the scream Alya had made almost gave Marinette a heart attack.

And it didn’t end there. When Nino made a short film with Mylene and Kim of all people as his lead actors and uploaded it for free to YouTube MDC who was well known for supporting smaller creatives and signal boosting them on her social media was more than happy to make a tweet linking to the short film. Nino’s short film had been impactful and powerful despite being a comedy satire on Hawkmoth and it had quickly blown up earning Nino a summer internship at a film studio and Mylene and Kim several job offers. Kim had never been particularly interested in acting but after seeing the outpouring of love and support not to mention with the encouragement he got from his lovely girlfriend Ondine he decided to accept a few offers surprising everyone as he developed a new passion that he and Mylene bonded over.

Max, and Alix were also boosted in a similar way to Nino, Kim and Mylene when MDC retweeted some of their creative endeavors. Alix a video where she had used spray paint to recreate a few classical paintings though that had only acted as a signal boost that allowed the skater to be noticed for her real passion Extreme Sports! When a very exclusive extreme sports training summer camp contacted Alix about her attending she’d squealed almost as loud as Alya had. Max meanwhile had his demo for his work in progress video games retweeted by MDC and saw a huge surge in interest and a few interested investors and publishers even arrived with offers, though before he could agree to anything his popularity ballooned even further when a video of him showing off Markov surfaced. He had later joked to Marinette that while he appreciated the support he wasn’t sure how he felt about suddenly gaining a ‘nerd cult’ as Kim called it.

Of course all of Marinette’s friends knew she was largely responsible for their sudden surge of fame and good fortune and many of them tried to dismiss their own talents and give all the credit to Marinette. But the young designer simply threw it back at them. Yes she had signal boosted them and given them a helping hand but at the end of the day the only reason they had gotten so popular and stayed so popular after the brief burst from her influence passed and the internet moved on to the next big thing was because they were talented and amazing without Marinette.

The only problem with the classes' new found fame. Was that sooner or later Lila was bound to take notice. And take notice she did when Mylene appeared as an extra in one of Lila’s favorite daytime soaps. The liar had been so focused on Adrien and trying to leech her fame off him while beating Chloe back with a stick that she had somehow missed all the major developments. And she was livid.

She was supposed to be the most popular girl in school! She was meant to be the star, the one people admired and aspired to be like! The one they envied but loved too much to truly hate! And when she’d finally gotten Marinette and Adrien to break up she thought for sure that all her dreams would come true. But somehow while she’d been busy trying to reign in the pesky little blonde her classmates had all gone and gotten famous without her. Most of them wouldn’t even BE in Paris in the fast approaching summer since many of them either had internships, specialized camps, acting gigs, or in Kitty Sections case a whole music tour with Jagged Stone that for some reason Marinette was also a part of?!?

None of it made any sense and when Lila had gone looking for how exactly everything had happened she kept finding herself looking at MDC’s social media. The elusive and private designer was apparently a super sucker or something as every week they would highlight some small time random creator. Honestly it disgusted Lila who just handed out fame like that? Fame and popularity was meant to be exclusive! Earned! Something for only the most beautiful and talented of society. Not for chubby little idiots like Mylene or nerdy freaks like Max.

Of course Lila was nothing if not an opportunist. Sure in her opinion none of her talentless, average, classmates actually deserved their new found fame and popularity but the good thing was they were also a bunch of gullible idiots. And if she played her cards right they would surely carry her to the top. She already had the perfect lie, she would simply claim to be best friends with MDC and tell the class that she had been the one to recommend that the designer boost her classmates.

It was perfect. Genius really.

So then why did it fail immediately?

Lila stood in front of the class, her face frozen in shock as she was stared down by 10 pairs of angry glares. She had expected overwhelming thank you’s and the class bowing at her feet but the second the lie slipped out of her mouth the class instead turned on the liar like a close knit pack of wolves smelling a sheep. Honestly Lila could not understand where she’d gone wrong, and even if she had said something that was an obvious lie wouldn’t the class just normally brush it off as her disease? So why is it that they were acting this way?

It was Alya who broke the silence first.

“You want to run that by us again? Lila.”

The Italian girl swallowed the lump in her throat and ignored the obvious warning sign that was Alya’s sharp tone. Forcing a charming smile Lila brought out her sweetest voice determined that she could salvage whatever THIS was.

“I was just saying that I’m so happy for all of you! I didn’t want to say anything at the time BUT me and MDC are such good friends! So when he-”

“He?” Alix snorted and rolled her eyes. “Yeah that about confirms it.”

The entire class seemed to agree with Alix as they all shook their heads and shot Lila disappointed and annoyed looks before returning to their own conversations and or hobbies freezing her out. Ignoring her.

Oh that? That pissed Lila off like nothing else. Her cheeks grew hot as she stomped her foot angrily, regaining their attention.

“You guys think I’m telling lies again! You all promised that you wouldn’t judge me for my disease but you are!” For added effect she started to sniffle and sob expecting the class to do what they always did and feel guilty about their treatment of her and rush to comfort her.

Instead she was met with even harsher glares.

“Uhh yeah no duh we think you're lying because you ARE. We” Alix gestured to the people currently in class. “Have all met MDC and SHE not ‘he’ is a wonderful person who helped boost our careers because she thinks we're all super cool and talented not because you asked her too.”

Lila felt her face screw up like she’d just sucked a lemon but she quickly worked it to her advantage as she began to loudly sob.

“T-That’s not fair! You know I can't help my disease!”

“Uhh yeah no. I’m stopping you there.” Alya stood up looking down from her perch at Lila with her hands on her hips commanding the room, Lois had been training her well. “We can accept that MAYBE your lying disease makes you claim things when your nervous or scared like how you always accuse Marinette of stuff, and we can MAYBE believe that your disease makes you mix up names and words so you end up giving the wrong information out about charities and celebrities and yes MAYBE we can believe that you sometimes make false claims about yourself when your stressed out like that time with Clara Nightingale stealing your dance moves. Whatever! But Lila that right there? You were not having an ‘oops I lied’ moment you were actively trying to deceive us to make the false claim that YOU are the reason MDC noticed us when we know the truth. And when I gave you a chance to correct yourself you tried to double down. That was intentional. That was malicious.”

Lila felt her mouth fall open, her eyes blinking in shock. Too late she tried to recover. Tried to explain away the situation and make herself out to be innocent. But the class was done with her and they made it clear in how they iced her out. Eventually she had no choice but to suck it up and sit down at her seat. Not long later Marinette rushed into class followed by Chloe who was latched onto Adrien with Sabrina in tow.

Soon enough the school year came to an end and Lila watched bitterly through the all seeing eyes of the internet as her classmates left for their internships, job opportunities, highly specialized summer camps, and more. Meanwhile she was stuck at home. Oh sure she got to go on a few out of country photo-shoots with Adrien but her fame was still nothing compared to her boyfriends, and it was quickly becoming less than nothing as her classmates rose in influence and popularity. Come the new school year Lila would need to find some way to force the class back under her heel.

Marinette was having the best summer of her life! Jagged had taken Kitty Section on tour with him and insisted on Marinette coming with them as their designer. Marinette hadn’t been sure at first worried about the Hawkmoth situation and her own career. But in the end Tikki and her parents had convinced her. Her parents loved the idea of Marinette leaving Paris and going to see the world with her friends for a bit, and Tikki had reminded Marinette that she had the Horse Miraculous and could come home anytime, besides Hawkmoth had been getting lazier and lazier with both his akumas and the amount of them. So in the end Marinette agreed and it had been the BEST decision of her life.

They visited England before eventually traveling overseas to America. The sights and sounds and new foods were filling Marinette with inspiration and she’d never been so busy sketching. Then of course there was the great company. Uncle Jagged and Aunt Penny were wonderful and quickly ‘adopted’ all of Kitty Section + Marinette. They'd act like doting parents one second and then the next they’d be ordering way too much pizza for the teens to share.

Of course everyone missed their friends and family but video call existed and it was only for the summer anyway. Ivan was the one who was probably the worst off pouting over his beloved Mylene but the group was able to cheer him up encouraging him to write a song for his girlfriend, the piece he wrote became a new hit single the second they performed it on stage and Mylene had loved it.

The group stopped by Florida first where Jagged took them all to Disney World and then Universal Park, pictures of the rocker wearing mickey mouse ears and a hufflepuff scarf of all things while being followed by a gaggle of teenagers had soon gone viral, after that it was off to New York, and then Metropolis where they spent a bit of time so Alya could see them and hang out. Her internship with Lois Lane was going well but she’d still been relieved to see her friends and get some down time to just chill. After that they went to Gotham, which was Jagged’s home town. Now most parents might veto a place as dangerous as Gotham but seeing as how Paris was under siege by an emotional butterfly themed terrorist and they were from a class particularly used to dealing with deadly akumas on a regular basis well they were able to convince their parents to let it happen. And to Marinette’s surprise Gotham turned out to be her favorite place of the whole trip.

Sure the city was gloomy but the gothic architecture somehow inspired Marinette, and while the people were not outwardly all smiles and sunshine they were kind in their own way. But the thing Marinette ended up loving most about Gotham was its beautiful parks and famous greenhouses. Thanks to the influence of Poison Ivy and Bruce Wayne the city of Gotham had become the greenest city in all of America and it was a never ending source of inspiration for the young designer. Not to mention it was thanks to all the inspiring greenery that Marinette had met HIM.

She’d been walking through one of Gotham’s older parks admiring the beautiful blooming wisterias that had been shaped into a long hallway arch when she got bowled over by a massive terrifying but very friendly dog. Marinette had been terrified at first until she noticed the fast wagging tail and happy smile on the dog's face. Tikki had warned her that one side effect of holding the Ladybug miraculous would be extra friendly animals a rather ‘tame’ side effect compared to the super strength, increased speed, and occasional urge to hibernate when cold but still the designer had never expected to be attacked with friendly happy dog kisses, not like THIS anyway. As she squirmed and laughed she tried to gently push the dog off. That was when the dogs owner had come to her rescue. Yanking his dog off of her while admonishing it Marinette was finally able to sit up and begin wiping the dog drool off her cheek with a laugh.

“Don’t scold the cutie too much I’m okay I swear he didn’t hurt me.”

“Even if he didn’t hurt you he’s been trained better than that. I’m very sorry, please allow me to help you.”

The boy’s voice was cool, firmly polite and matter of fact leaving no room for argument. To an untrained ear he might even sound annoyed or angry but Marinette could tell that wasn’t the case. As Marinette accepted the hand the boy offered and let herself be pulled up she suddenly came face to face with the most beautiful pair of green eyes she’d ever seen.

Where Adrien’s eyes were bright like a blinding peridot green, these eyes were soft and warm like the green of a pine tree and Marinette could feel herself melt into them. It didn’t help that the rest of the boy's face was also incredibly handsome. The designer quickly shook herself out of her thoughts and glanced away not wanting to stare. Instead she directed her attention to her assailant, the dog was sitting now staring up at her with its tail still wagging wildly. Marinette smiled and reached her hand down letting the dog sniff her before she gave him some soft pets.

“Such a softy for a big guy. What's his name?”

“Titus. And I apologize again. He really is trained better than that. I don’t know what came over him.”

Marinette felt a little bad but she couldn’t exactly say that she was the chosen champion of a god and a side effect of that was very friendly animals so instead she shot the boy a smile.

“Don’t worry I just seem to have that effect on animals. Back home the pigeons and crows have started fighting for dominance of my roof and balcony because they both want my attention.”

The boy gave her a stunned look before he made a sound that Marinette believed might be a covered up laugh. She smiled even brighter and offered the boy her hand to shake.

“By the way my name is Marinette. And it's a pleasure to meet you.”

The boy looked at her hand for a moment before he eventually grabbed it and shook it awkwardly.

“Damian… It's nice to meet you too. Though I can tell by that introduction that you're not from here.”

Marinette snorted at that.

“Really the introduction was what gave it away but not my accent?”

The boy seemed to blush a little at that before he coughed awkwardly. Marinette took pity on him and giggled.

“You are correct in your deduction mr.detective. I’m visiting from Paris, France with some friends and my uncle.”

If Marinette hadn’t been too embarrassed to look him in the eyes she may have noticed the spark of curiosity when she mentioned Paris. And had she known who Damian truly was at the time she would have known that his curiosity came from the fact that Batman and the other supers had recently learned about the situation in Paris thanks to Lois Lane taking on a new intern who ran the Ladyblog. Mayor Bourgeois had been doing a good job hiding the situation but he’d overlooked the civilian journalist.

“Hm. We don’t get many tourists. What brought you all the way out here. If I may ask.”

Naturally without much thought the pair began to walk through the park together as their conversation flowed. Marinette avoided using Jagged's name not wanting her new very handsome friend to take an interest in her solely for her connections. Instead she told him that Gotham was her uncles hometown and that this was the last stop on what had already been a pretty busy summer vacation. That turned into her telling him a bit about her family in general which got him talking about his family, he complained about his adopted siblings of which there seemed to be many but Marinette could tell he loved them.

Talking about family made him admit he’d come to the park to get away from them for a little while which got Marinette talking about the park and all the beautiful nature in Gotham which got the two of them talking about the best parks in Gotham and then Marinette brought up her sketches and suddenly they were talking about art and other hobbies. Before they had even realized it they were sitting at a bench together hidden away in the trees and wisterias chatting away. Marinette didn’t know why but something about Damian made her feel comfortable. Maybe it was the way he gave her his full undivided attention, maybe it was the way he made sure not to invade her space without consent or how he didn’t interrupt her when she spoke. Either way she felt safe, felt warm, almost like she was home. And judging by the way he seemed to relax the longer they spoke, his stiff body unwinding and his gaze softening, she thought maybe he felt just as comfortable with her as she was with him.

Honestly Marinette could have sat there chatting with Damian all day in fact it had already been several hours when the pair were finally interrupted. Both of their phones began to ring, Marinette’s with the tell-tale alarm of an akuma attack in Paris and Damian’s with an emergency as the Riddler had broken out of Arkham. The teenagers regretfully had to go both citing emergencies before they departed. It wasn’t until later that they realized they had forgotten to exchange phone numbers.

The akuma back in Paris had turned out to be Lila Rossi, it seems that Adrien’s fangirls had never truly warmed up to the liar and they had been trying to dig up dirt on the girl for months before finally finding there evidence. Alya may have privated the videos of Lila’s lies after finding out about the ‘lying disease’ but apparently someone had copied and saved them beforehand. And those videos had finally made their way out into the public. Luckily no one criticized Alya seeing as how she’d already had the common sense to remove the videos from her blog it helped that Alya also made a post explaining the situation in more detail which led to the general public agreeing that it had not been Alya’s fault when she had a teacher and a principle telling her to believe in a fake ‘lying disease’ clearly it was the adults at fault here not the young girl who had believed in them.

Needless to say the public ripped Lila to shreds for being a serial liar with more of her lies coming to light each day now that she had been exposed. And obviously the Italian had not taken it well and gotten akumatized.

Marinette knew that she should be happy that Lila had been exposed. Her classmates certainly were, but instead Marinette could not help but mope. Damian had been SO kind she really had wanted to get to know him better. The fact she’d completely missed out on getting his number gnawed at her. Little did she know that Damian was across the city thinking the same thing as he sat on a Gargoyle statue.

But fate likes to play funny games. A few days later Jagged got a call from Bruce Wayne, a few of his sons namely Tim, Jason and Dick had heard about Jagged being in town and tjat the rocker had brought MDC the famous designer with him. Apparently they were huge fans and had bugged, pleaded, whined, and eventually threatened a hunger strike until Bruce would ask Jagged to pretty please introduce them. So Jagged got the go ahead from Marinette and the gaggle of teenagers plus Jagged and Penny piled into a big van and drove over to the Wayne mansion.

Seeing it from the outside, Marinette felt only intimidation and dread. It was so huge and they were so rich. What if they were unimpressed when they found out MDC was just some teenage girl? Letting Jagged guide her and her friends push her forward Marinette nervously knocked on the door and let herself be led inside by the kind old man who introduced himself as Alfred.

Walking through the halls in wonder Marinette slowly felt her fingers twitch with the urge to design. But she suppressed it and focused not wanting to be rude. As the group turned a corner into a large sitting room Marinette’s blue eyes somehow found a pair of familiar green. She gasped, he blinked wide eyed.

“Marinette?” - “Damian?”

They blinked again, shocked. Marinette eventually snorted and laughed. Damian found himself smiling as he approached the small girl. And everyone else? Well they were just confused. Except for Damian’s family they were confused and freaked out.

“Is the demon spawn, smiling Dicky bird? Or am I hallucinating?”

“No I see it too Jason. He looks genuinely happy.”

“So it's official.” Tim added “we're all hallucinating.”

After some introductions and explanations things settled down with Marinette happy to take the Wayne’s on as clients. And the Wayne’s in turn being suitably impressed and amazed by the young girls accomplishments though the part they found most amazing was how she interacted with not only them but Damian. She was genuine and kind, no fake smiles or hidden double meanings, nor did she let their money and fame impress or blind her in any way. Jason soon declared her a little sister and Jagged preened and puffed as he gloated about not only Marinette but Kitty Section as well.

The rest of the summer spent in Gotham was tons of fun with Jason teaching Juleka and Marinette how to shoot guns and ride motorcycles, Rose and Marinette learning some of Dick’s gymnastics moves, Ivan meanwhile got along well with the quiet Cass and level headed Duke. Eventually Stephanie and Bab’s returned home as well and they also took to the french teens with ease they organized girl nights where they taught the girls how to break and enter something Marinette had a natural affinity for go figure. The most surprising development however was Luka. The slightly older boy had seemingly set his sights on the awkward coffee addicted Tim and had spent the remainder of the summer wooing him.

But while Luka was wooing Tim there was one other couple slowly forming. Everyone had seen the spark between Damian and Marinette and soon enough everyone was shipping it. The pair were often ‘conveniently’ left alone or were sent on errands that somehow conveniently became accidental dates. Marinette had been guarding her heart after Adrien had shattered it but Damian made her want to take the risk and fall in love. He was charming, polite, kind, sarcastic, and as she’d learned after telling him about the entire Paris situation akuma’s and all he was protective but without going so far as to undermine Marinette’s strength. He trusted her to be fast and smart and strong enough to defend herself (especially after they did a bit of fight training for fun and she laid him flat on the ground) but he did worry and care about her.

But still there was something holding back both teens. Something that shattered near the end of the vacation. Marinette had been caught by a villain. Poison Ivy to be exact. The plant villainess had taken note of the new frequent visitor to her greenhouse but what had really gotten her attention was how the plant life reacted to her. And furthermore how the plant life SPOKE about her. Ivy’s curiosity eventually grew too large and so she snatched up the young designer and brought her home. Luckily Marinette wasn’t particularly scared of Ivy or Harley, sure she didn’t like being knocked out but she felt no real fear, in the end Ivy, Harley and Marinette ended up having an unprompted girls day complete with junk food, ranting, bad American tv and more. Ivy eventually figured that Marinette was some kind of Meta one who had a strong influence over plant and animal life and that was enough for her to adopt the small half Asian girl and inject her with her special blend the same one she’d given to Harley to keep her safe in a town full of crazies.

But while Marinette was perfectly fine hanging out with 2 of the 3 sirens Damian had not taken it so well. He had scoured the city trying to find the sirens newest abode all while he gnawed his lip until it bled. Maybe it was the stress that made him slip up or maybe it was just Marinette being too smart for her own good. But when the young Robin came bursting in through a window yelling Marinette’s name something had immediately clicked and she knew who he was. After she’d calmed the situation down and made sure no one fought anyone else, Marinette thanked Ivy and Harley for the nice day and let Robin carry her away. After talking with Tikki and deciding to be reckless and selfish for once in her life Marinette confronted Damian the next day, revealing her own identity in the process. There was some freaking out and a LOT of talking with Tikki and the rest of the bat clan but in the end it seemed to work out for the best. Ladybug was certainly happy to accept the help anyway even if Chat Noir wasn’t going to be.

A week later Damian finally asked Marinette out. Two days after that they shared their first kiss on the ferris wheel. And come the end of summer Marinette, Kitty Section and surprise guests Damian and Tim Wayne were all boarding a flight back to Paris.

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qianqiancandyjar · 5 months

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Ninjavember 2023!

Here's completed version with a bunch of explaining below each picture! Just scroll down if you don't want to see me blabbering. (I tried to go short as much as possible)

(I have a lot of AUs and headcanons that only exist in my head and my sketchbooks. Forgive me for wanting to spill them out.)

Day 2: Randy was listening to music with earphones so he didn't know Theresa was sitting next to him. Imagine how embarrassed he would get when he knows.

Day 8: Tech-Ninja AU. It's about machinist Randy being set up by Mcfist for murdering the town hero Ninja with his invention, the Tech-Ninja armor. Then the spirit of the destroyed Nomicon travelled to his armor and become an AI, choosing him to be the next Ninja. So Randy accepted it and was determined to make up for what he caused, when nobody except Howard, the boss of Weinerman industries, trusted him.

Day 10: Apocalypse AU. It's about Randy lost the battle at the end of season 2 and became the prisoner of the Sorcerer. The Nomicon was handed to Howard before that, and they later recruited survivors to form a resistance against the Sorcerer. Then Randy was stanked, but instead of turning into a monster, he was brainwashed and given the power of creating his own red and black stank. And- You know what will happen. (Inspired by the Darkness of Randy Cunningham)

Day 13: Elemental trial AU. You can say it's my take on what will happen in season 3. The Carp god was under the cover of a random carpfish as Norisville mascot. After a series of events it was awaken and gave Randy the power of Ice Rage.

Day 14: I think there's more than just the blood of First Ninja's brothers, since nobody knows how to destank people at the beginning...

Day 17: The Warrior might have been living or sleeping there, waiting for some ninjas to wake him up or consult him about his forbidden arts. (Ha, It's kinda like Eclipsa in Star vs. the forces of Evil)

Day 18: Or it can be called the New Generation AU. In the future, Randy took the place of Messager as well as the Ninja Guardian, while Brent became the new Sword Smith and Sorceress became their main villain. I am not really good at designing OCs so there's no next ninja yet.

However, I read a fanfic of another fandom in the form of CYOA, and it gave me new idea: just let the reader be the next ninja, it will be fun, too. (Also, this AU was inspired by an RC9GN fanfic titled from the past to the future, where future Randy became Ninja Guardian. But I couldn't find it on fanfiction.net any more. Has anyone read it? I didn't dream about it, right?)

Day 19: During that time I got even crazier after I read Enter the Nomicon. It's hard to believe I had a crazy period of shipping Randicon, even for myself. Especially weird for me since I now have a completely different view about Nomicon (peek at my Yokai Ninja AU comics). Time really can change a person, wow.

Day 21: Yes, a whole page just for this headcanon. I used the screenshots in the show because it's too hard to draw. The barrier thing is kinda like the one that held Bill's power in the range of Gravity Falls.

Day 23: Danny: the Walking Air-Conditioner. Inspired by a chapter of Secret Quartet. Danny phased his hand through the scarf. Just imagine your friend put a cold hand inside your scarf in winter. *shiver*

Day 25: Besides Ninja vine ball, there are also spike ball, gas ball, sonic ball, rainbow illusion ball, tear ball and so on. I just pick the most common one from my ninja balls headcanons to put in here.

Day 27: You may see I prefer using numbers to refer episodes, because that's how I track and rewatch them. To be more specific, I list some keywords here: NomiRandy, First Ninja, Debbie, Tengu. As fellow RC9GN Fans I'm sure you get it.

Day 30: It's a half-baked AU thing. The flowers I tried to draw are rosemary?

Wow! I actually finished all the prompts! Thank you for holding the big event! @evilspiritweek

(I don't mind sharing more details about my AUs or headcanons. *wink*)

#randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn #ninjavember 2023 #ninjavember #randy cunningham #secret trio #rc9gn first ninja #howard weinerman #theresa fowler #rc9gn sorceress #rc9gn tengu #rc9gn theresa #fan art #rc9gn nomicon #nomirandy #rc9gn au #rc9gn fanart

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princessozera · 1 year

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"Would you mind being a nude model for me?"

Completely Safe for work! No smut or other shenanigans here!

Prompt: MC asks them to model nude. The royal/brother/Solomon get embarrassed and doesn't know what to make of it but MC is actually just a very tired artist that needs anatomy practice.

GN MC (They/them) 3rd ppov as always

Word count: 990

Levi

"Of course you have abs, why wouldn't you?"

"I don't think I've ever met anyone that hates abs," Levi chuckles, but he's trying very hard to not run off and find a hole to die in. He's fully nude, being glared at, and his Henry just scoffed at the only feature of his that he's confident it. “You do know that ‘Grand Admiral’ isn’t just a title, right?”

"No, I- it's not- HMMM," MC hums angrily to themself, tapping their pencil to their head. "It's fine that you have abs Levi. You are attractive. I just wanted to practice drawing different body types, you know? If I wanted to draw more abs I would have gone to the museum and stared at some sculptures."

"And you just assumed I was chubby?" Levi’s snark died out as MC began to circle him slowly. Why had he chosen such an open stance? Why couldn’t the vortex be merciful and swallow him whole? The broom stick in his raised fist was a pathetic excuse for wielding a sword, and he even with the sheet loosely draped around his waist Levi was acutely aware of how close he was to flashing MC.

"Cut me some slack, I’ve never seen you lift anything heavier than an akuzon box of manga.” MC doesn’t notice Levi fall silent, but they see his shoulders tense up. They ignore it, more focused on looking for a good position to sketch from before deciding to sit to the far left- back muscle practice it is. “Anyways, you’re much better company than some stone statue.”

A bonus of live figure drawing is the conversation, although it was a balancing act with Levi. Something interesting enough to keep him from running off or fidgeting too much, but it also couldn't be something he was passionate about because he'd lose his concentration and break the pose. So they spent the better half of the next two hours doing a spontaneous media analysis and ranking list of the movies they've seen in the last couple of years.

Levi carries the conversation when MC falls silent, squinting and tilting their head this way and trying to figure out how to work out the shading onto their paper. He kept peeking over his shoulder to look at them work; serious and so deeply focused that they didn't notice Levi staring at them. He's never seen them put this amount of concentration on something that wasn't a life or death situation. Levi couldn't help how his heart skipped a beat to think they were focusing so hard on him.

"Okay, I'm done, want to see?" MC doesn't wait for Levi to respond, turning their sketchbook around for him. He tries to look away- he would rather not see all of the imperfections MC found on him after staring for so long- but MC is insistent, handing the sketchbook over to him.

"Woah," Levi gasped quietly, fingers running over the drawing. The expression from the side of his face was serious, that of someone wise and calm. His jaw was strong, and his shoulders were broader than he realized. The shoulder blades had such a strong shadow that he started to wonder if he had been unconsciously flexing this entire time. "You even managed to make someone like me look cool."

"I get what you mean, so thank you. But also, not really." MC turns away from him to start packing up their pencils and other sketchbooks. "When you see yourself in the mirror everyday it can be hard to be subjective. That's one of the neat little perks of being an artist- you can show others a new perspective. You're a cool dude Levi, so of course drawings of you are going to come out cool too." There's a small choking sound so MC looks to Levi again. He's holding the notebook to his chest with tears in his eyes.

"MC," Levi starts to run towards them, arms open for a hug.

"NOT UNTIL YOU PUT SOME PANTS ON," MC screams, diving across the tub to get some distance between themself and Levi. He runs to go throw on a shirt and sweats before coming back and hugging MC as tightly as he could. Levi wants to take a hundred pictures of the art but is only stopped by the thought that it might come off as something vain- something that Asmo would do. MC seems particularly slow in packing up their coloring supplies although they were left unused, so when their back was turned he snuck a few pictures to keep for himself.

Other tidbits:

-He resisted the urge to flip through the sketchbook, being handed the book was a sign of trust, not permission. He can remember all too well the times that Mammon had gone rummaging through his things and was caught red handed skimming through Levi's own sketchbooks.

-Levi would soon work up the courage to ask MC to draw together, and set up for a full day of drawing. They'd sit at opposite ends of his room in beanbag chairs, MC working by the light of the fish tank as they draw the underwater landscape while Levi sat closer to his computer, lofi music filling the quiet for a relaxing ambiance. He takes the time to repay the favor, drawing MC as they worked. His eyes on lingered on them, trying to memorize their face as he drew. Every so often MC would catch him staring and smile, lifting up their own sketchbook to show their progress. Levi's heart ran a little faster with that smile and he did the same- MC pretended not to notice that Levi only showed them the left page when he was clearly working on the right.

-Levi chickened out of showing them that day, but MC would find the picture tucked between dvd cases and a snack plate that had been left in front of their door the next time they were feeling down.

((Lucifer))

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me levi x mc

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wordsofrowan · 10 months

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The Shadow Court

Chapter 1 - Shadowed Accusations

The class was silent as everyone waited for Ms. Bustier to show up. The door slammed open as Lila came running in crying, she quickly bypassed everyone as she made it to her seat, and folding her arms on the desk she began to cry into her elbow. Alya was the first to break out of her reprieve as she looked at the crying girl next to her.

Rubbing the girl's back Alya asked “Girl what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Lila gave a few sniffles as she looked up at Alya. “No, no it’s okay,” She said shaking her head and wiping her tears on her sleeve, “I don’t want to get anyone in any trouble, or more trouble I should say.”

“Come on Lila tell us who did this?” Alya said urging the crying girl to tell her what had happened.

“It was… It was,” She paused a few times as if choking back sobs, “it was Marinette, she threatened me again saying she would make you all leave me and then she hit me!” Lila broke down in sobs again. The rest of the class turned their gaze towards Marinette, who was sitting in the back of the class just looking out the window. Adrien let out a weary sigh. He knew Lila was lying, but he also knew that keeping the peace was more important. If Marinette would stop trying to expose Lila then Lila would back off it was as simple as that. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t understand it.

“Marinette! Why can’t you just leave Lila alone she’s done nothing to you! I can’t believe we use to be friends!” Alya shouted at the blunette in the back of the room.

Marinette just continued absentmindedly drawing in her sketchbook, seeming completely unfazed by the accusations thrown her way. “Whatever,” she said, not bothering to look at them.

“Really ‘whatever’ That's all you have to say for yourself?”

“It doesn’t matter to me what you say or think,” Marinette said matter-of-factly as if it was the simplest concept in the world. Adrien just shook his head, why could she just go along with it, there would be far less drama if she gave up this little crusade of hers.

Class started and Adrien was left observing Marinette, there was something different about her behavior that he couldn’t quite place, sure she was still going against Lila but something about her calmness irritated him. He couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to the situation than what Marinette was leading on. He quickly decided that he would approach her during lunch break hoping that talking to her could shed some light on the situation.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Adrien quickly packed his bag and tried to catch up to Marinette who all but darted out of the room. He called out her name as he finally reached the courtyard, causing her to turn around, a look of surprise was etched on her face confusing Adrien. They were friends weren’t they, so why is she surprised he would want to talk with her?

Shaking the thought out of his head Adrien finally reached Marinette. “Adrien?” She asked adjusting the straps of her bookbag as she looked at him fidgeting slightly, “What’s up?”

Adrien hesitated before responding, “I just wanted to talk to you about what happened back there. You seemed… different… is everything okay?”

Marinette gave a half smile, “Thank you for asking Adrien, but really, I’m fine. I’ve just learned that sometimes it is better to not give power to false accusations. I know the truth and that's all that matters to me.”

Adrien couldn’t help the frown that appeared on his face. “But.. don’t you care about what the others will think? It’s important to maintain peace and harmony within the class isn’t it?”

Marinette closed her eyes for a moment, pausing to collect her thoughts, “Adrien I use to worry, so, so much about what everyone else thought of me. I was consumed by the need to please everyone else. I was stretching myself thin and hurting myself. But I’ve come to realize, with some help that is, that I can’t control how others perceive me or what they choose to believe. All I can do is stay true to myself and not let anyone else define who I am.”

Adrien took in Marinette’s words, for some reason he couldn’t place her words resonated with him, making him feel as if he should be doing more for himself instead of just living for his father or others. He once again shook the thought from his head. “But what about Lila?” He asked, referring to the way Lila had it out for Marinette “She’s determined to tarnish your reputation.”

Marinette smiles once again, “Lila may spread lies, but I won’t let her bring me down, I believe in the power of truth. And in time people will see through her deceptions. Until then I will continue to focus on my passion, and my friends, and not let negativity consume me.”

“But don’t you see you're isolating yourself from your friends? If you would just drop all this then things can go back to normal!”

Marinette just shook her head and walked to the bakery to have a small snack for the rest of her lunch period. Alya and Nino came up to Adrien as they sat and had lunch together in the courtyard.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur and before anyone knew it it was the end of the day. As everyone was leaving Adrien couldn’t help but notice that once again Marinette was being picked up in a black sleek car with dark-tinted windows. Adrien watched with a tinge of jealousy as he watched her open the passenger and slide into the car. It had appeared only a month ago, and Adrien couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Who could be inside that car? Why was Marinette hanging out with this mysterious person? Who were they that they could make Marinette smile and laugh like that? Was it someone the rest of the class or he knew, but the tinted windows prevented Adrien from seeing inside? He worried about Marinette and the possibility of her being taken advantage of. Quickly, he got into his own car parked behind the mysterious black one.

The following day unfolded like any other, Lila launching yet another attack on Marinette’s character driving the wedge between the class and her even further. Marinette seemed even less bothered by it. However, she announced that she was stepping down as class president, and the class quickly voted Lila as class president with Alya as her deputy. Alya, jealous of Marinette’s new freedom said she must’ve brided the teachers to give her easier work with Chloe’s help seeing as Chloe was the only person in the class who would even look at Marinette now. Adrien knew it was simply because Marinette was that brilliant and intelligent, he just wish she would apply that intelligence to other parts of her life, such as with the Lila situation.

The final bell rang as Adrien looked at his phone to see a message from his Father that his bodyguard would be arriving late. The black car, on the other hand, was punctual as always.

“You guys,” Lila said, as they all watched as Marinette climbed into the car's passenger seat, “I know Marinette and I have not always been the best of friends, but I’m worried about who might be driving that car. What if they’re doing something bad to her? No one deserves that.”

“She doesn’t even deserve your sympathy girl, but if you're really worried about her we can look into it to make sure that no one else ends up getting hurt,” Alya said to the girl. Adrien's mind raced as he thought about it, someone taking advantage of his princess he couldn’t let that happen, but if someone was abusing her or taking advantage of her it would explain her strange behavior.

“I’m just worried about her, I mean if they're driving a car they have to be older than us right? So what if they’re grooming her? I know how hard it is to go through something like that and no one deserves that

Suddenly Adrien felt a nudge on his shoulder, “Hey dude you with us?” Adrien broke out of his thoughts and looked at Nino.

“Huh? What?” Adrien asked, momentarily confused.

“Are you gonna help us fix out the identity of the driver?”

Adrien nodded his head, “Yeah, of course, anything to get our everyday Ladybug back.” “Well, then Operation Save Mari is a go!” Adrien let out a smile, this was the perfect opportunity, finally, things could go back to normal and he could get his princess back and everything would be right in life.

XoXo Rowan

#writing #spilled ink #miraculous au #Marinette x Multi #chloe redemption #Marinette deserves better #Marinette x Kagami x Chloe x Felix x Luka

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sunecito · 5 months

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Fire Emblem Fates: Agere Leo Headcanons !!

♕ His little age is around 2-6, though he mostly stays around 3 or 4.

♛ He’s a crier. Sleepy? Cries. Lonely? Cries. Bored? Cries. He can be a very clingy kiddo when he wants to.

♕ Ironically, he’s also the independent type. If you place him in a enclosed space with books and toys that jingle he can stay put for hours.

♛ He claims he can read by himself… But being honest, his baby intellect can best handle those cardboard books. (Especially the touch and feel and the look for the hidden object ones-)

♕ Doesn’t actually like physical touch. Camilla found out about his regression when he started tearing up and pushing her away after she tried to give him a hug.

♛ However, he actually loves being picked up, put on swings, sitting on his carer’s lap. He gets overstimulated with a lot of pressure, though, so hugs aren’t preferred by him.

♕ Elise wants to be his main caregiver SO BAD. But that role goes to Odin and Niles (mainly Niles), who treat the baby prince like they’re narrators of a story book. Needless to say, Leo loves it.

♛ Odin takes care of the stimulation: playing, reading, his personality makes the most interesting voices for characters. Niles prefers handling the more domestic duties: cleaning, bathing, cooking, Prince Leo doesn’t deserve any less than the best, after all.

♕ He still likes tomatoes. And by like, I mean that he still adores them. Once he snuck out regressed at night and ate 2 and a half tomatoes before he was caught by Laslow and Peri. (Xander scolded Peri for bouncing Leo and keeping him awake. She loves baby princey)

♛ He’s actually pretty intimidated by the horses, so he never usually goes by the stables. The few times he gets close to a horse is when they’re brought out for training or feeding. He brings his crayons and sketchbook whenever Elise takes her horsie for a ride.

♕ In the Birthright route, Leo finds himself regressed often, even when he tries to suppress it. Sometimes he simply collapses with stress, so Odin and Niles have kept little gear in the places Leo spends his time most.

♛ He cries a lot about his big brother and younger sister, he has nightmares where he acts like a witness. He wakes up in a cold sweat, and Camilla comes over due to his cries and screams. He often breaks down in her embrace, crying out for Big Brother and Sissy.

♕ In the Conquest route, Corrin is added to the close circle of his regression. Corrin was surprised at first (Leo didn’t fully express his regression until Corrin decided to side with them) but then fell completely in love with their babier brother! How could they not?

♛ In the Revelations route, Takumi and Leo grow more close. They still act cold and rival against each other when they’re big, but if anyone can understand Little Leo’s behaviors, it’s Takumi.

♕ Corrin makes a lot of play dates between both princes. (Leo will never admit that he genuinely likes them)

♛ He’s still quiet, as in, he doesn’t even babble. He responds in humming or with body language, other than that, he stays silent.

♕ 1000% a tether kid. He had a bad habit of biting others as a kid and thus likes to bite things while regressed. He has his own chewable paci and he uses it a l o t .

♛ When asked about how he’s feeling, if he says “I dont wanna talk about it”, then it’s because he’s regressing. It’s become like a code for his family and retainers.

♕ Of course, he isn’t public about this, but his family all know. Xander especially loves spending time with his baby brother, even if he has no flipping clue of what he’s doing half the time.

#fandom agere #fire emblem agere #sune'writes #i have more hcs for more characters coming soon hehe

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strayed-quokka · 2 years

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his last song || pt 6 || hwang hyunjin

» summary: it was your last year wherein a stroke of luck determined whether or not you could be sent to your likely death. and of course, the last year is when fate tries to play the cruellest game. for not only is it you, but your best friend’s name is caught in the hands of the woman selecting who’s to face their death. and not only that, but a certain career has his eyes set on you, and you doubt that’s a good thing.

» pairing: career hyunjin x district 10 reader ft. district 10 jisung & mentor minho (platonically)

» rating: 16+ for depictions of violence

» genre: hunger games au, fluff, angst, weak enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

» warnings: mentions of violence, reader and jisung breakdown, minho is moody still (more than before), hyunjin keeps threatening reader with death, alcohol consumption

» words: 4,699

» previous chapter

» a/n: i have no excuse for why this took so long other than i’ve been doing really badly mentally. i’m really sorry. also this chapter tugs at my heartstrings so brace yourselves lmao... next chapter we finally move on to... well... the actual damn arena. only took 7 chapters (originally i only wanted it to take 5 chapters but i wanted to establish relationships between characters and that apparently took like... 50+ pages in my documents).

You were one step closer to your death. The thought wasn’t a peaceful one. It was turbulent, a chaotic melancholy tearing you apart every day as your heart wanted to give in to defeat. Yet you refused to let it. There was nothing you could change about what you’d already done, so you did your best to make peace with whatever results you may get from the gamemaker’s.

If they’d wanted to punish you in death before the games, they would’ve done so by now. You could breathe.

“I say a six. Maybe Jisung will push a seven. Right?” Minho looks between you both, Daehyeon on the couch with his sketchbook again and Seokhwa half asleep beside him. He looked gloomier today, or maybe he was just tired. You suppose you didn’t look much better, maybe even worse.

Who were you kidding, you definitely looked worse next to someone as elegant as him.

“I can never tell if you’re complimenting us or insulting us.”

“It’s a bit of both,” comes Daehyeon’s reply to Jisung, just as Ceasar appears on the TV, ready to give out the scores.

“What do you think you’ll get?” Jisung whispers to you, hand on your knee to stop it from shaking up and down as you sit there. If you’re entirely honest, you have no idea what score you may get. All you presented to the gamemaker’s was a recklessness that could either be admired or hated. You didn’t see a grey area in how this could go.

“Maybe… four?” though it’s more a question than an answer.

“No, I’d guess a seven for her, maybe eight,” Seokhwa speaks up, now laying in his blue haired friends lap to rest whilst staring at the screen that is going through the district one career, a male who’s incredibly muscular and from what you remember when seeing him train, incredibly strong.

“That’s generous. Especially from you,” Minho replies, finally taking his own seat.

“Yeah,” Seokhwa looks at you then, a small smile on his lips as if he knows something more, “but I think she manages better than you think.”

There’s a lull, a short break in where no one speaks, if just from sheer surprise that he seems to think far more highly of you than even you would’ve expected.

“How do you know what I think?” Minho’s eyes are colder, less impressed but the young man with peach coloured hair isn’t phased. Minho can’t intimidate him, at least you don’t think he can, and it’s something you wish you could mirror.

“Don’t underestimate someone simply because you think they’re weaker than you,” he sits up, back straight as he looks at your mentor dead in the eye, “it may be your greatest mistake if you do.”

“A ten,” everyone’s attention moves from the two men in the room towards the TV, seeing Hyunjin with his score. It’s incredibly high, usually as high as it goes and whilst it’s a result that proves he’s someone you should stay clear from, it also makes you want to ask what he’d done to earn it.

“Wonder what he did,” Jisung takes the words right from you, and then the waiting game begins. Minho is writing something down, you presume the scores and making mental notes of odds and tactics, and maybe you should rush to do the same. He’s not the one playing, yet out of everyone in the room, he behaves as if he is the most.

“He scored higher than I would’ve thought,” it’s Daehyeon now, referring to district 5’s male, maybe your age with incredibly sweet features. Jaemin.

“If you’re going to pair up into groups, he’s a good bet. Doesn’t get on with his district partner so he’s likely traveling alone.”

“But what if he just wants to kill us?” Jisung asks, a probable scenario that both of you are thinking about.

“It’s two to one. He’s an interesting one. Not the weakest but not the strongest. I’d take my chances with him. Even if it’s just to save your own life.”

“You want them to throw this boy to the wolves?” Daehyeon asks, and whilst he sounds unimpressed, he doesn’t look it as much. Like Minho, it doesn’t really bother him, and for just a moment you wonder what emotions Daehyeon portrays are real and what may all be pretend.

Maybe he fit the capital far better than you’d ever want to admit, given that you really liked him as a person.

“If it means it’s not them, yeah,” Minho says it so casually, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world to you, and all you come up with is the exact response he wants, but nearly didn’t expect.

“Okay.”

“Y/N!” Jisung hits your shoulder, forcing you to look at him, and he’s disappointed. Not because he doesn’t understand why, but because he doesn’t want you to risk anything stupid.

Little did he know you’d already risked a lot.

“Han Jisung,” all of you stare at the screen again, Nerium walking into the room as if she’d timed it perfectly, and you briefly acknowledge her presence, “an eight.”

There’s cheering, mostly from Seokhwa and Daehyeon who both stand and pull Jisung up with them, hugging him tight while Minho stares blankly ahead. There’s a smile on your face as they make space to invite you into the hug, and you let yourself get dragged into something warm and comfortable, you never want to let go of any of them.

Maybe it’s absurd, to nearly see Seokhwa and Daehyeon as your friends. It had only been a few days, but emotions were heightened in the face of death, and if Minho wasn’t going to congratulate either of you, at least they were ensuring that you knew someone was proud.

“Better than expected,” Daehyeon ruffles his hair, awfully cheerful until Seokhwa shoves him away.

“Hey! I have to fix that,” your vision blurs to them, fixated on Minho now. He doesn’t say anything. All he does is write something down, but you see how his hand is shaking. He’s not focusing and a sorrow breaks through him that he can’t hide. You’re not surprised that he doesn’t cry, for you know Minho isn’t one for emotion, but you can also tell that he likely would be if he was alone.

“A nine,” Seokhwa jumps up on the couch, absolutely elated and cheering, and it takes a while for you to notice that they’d been talking about you. It was you who’d gotten that score, and suddenly you’re being tackled on the couch by the same people who’d been hugging you for Jisung’s points seconds ago.

“Let’s open some champagne!” Seokhwa cries out in glee, and even Nerium seems to agree from where she’s standing.

Though as elated and disbelieving as you are from the high of your score, it’s all torn out from under you when Minho slams his notes down and walks away, a slam of a door heard not long after that’s so loud, you feel the floor shake in response.

“Ignore him,” Jisung whispers, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and it makes you tremble. It should be easy to ignore, to pretend it doesn’t bother you. That what Minho thinks doesn’t actually matter. But to you it does. As impolite as he could be, you did look up to him. He’d won the games. He knew how to play.

You were letting him down. And it was incredibly hard to just let that go.

“So, we just have to befriend someone two days before we’re sent into a deadly arena where that same person has to kill us. You know, sometimes I really don’t know what Minho is thinking-”

“He’s thinking of how to survive. He wouldn’t have without Hyunjin’s sister. Maybe he thinks we won’t without someone either.”

Jisung sighs, standing quiet as the two of you take the elevator down to the training center. There was an odd tension between you now, maybe because your approach to the situation at hand was very different, but you weren’t about to bring it up. If you caused a fight just a few days before the games, your odds would lower considerably.

“How do you want to approach him?”

“I say watch him first. See what he does, if he’s working on his own or with someone. Feel it out. Then approach him.” you nod, stepping out into the hallway with your best friend right behind you.

“I might try climbing today. I’ve seen Hyunjin do it a lot.”

“Why do you care what Hyunjin does?” Jisung is immediately on alert and it bothers you instantly, though you knew it was completely justifiable. Hyunjin was dangerous to you both. He’d continue to be so. You having a few conversations with him, no matter how civil, wouldn’t change that.

“I don’t. But knowing how to climb may be useful.”

“Alright how about this. We just keep an eye on him today. See what he does. Maybe I’ll approach him after a few hours. We just can’t force it or draw any suspicion.”

“Why don’t you ask him to partner with you for a round on the mats. You know, fight it out?”

“That’s… actually kinda genius,” Jisung admits, for it would make sense. Partnering up with tributes to fight one on one wasn’t unheard of or very unusual.

When you arrive, the two of you separate and you immediately look up at the ceiling, seeing the fabric that would hold you up and away from the ground. It doesn’t look that secure, but if it can hold Hyunjin, it should hold you fine.

You just wondered where the hell he even climbed up.

You wander around, seeing what some of the tributes are up to, and you realise that it’s the first time you really pay attention to them. Maybe you should’ve been studying their movements ages ago.

“You know, you’re so obvious. It’s almost pathetic,” you hear his voice, know it already within just a few days, but you don’t see him anywhere. He’s not behind you, nor is he in front of you or next to you, and it’s only when you hear him laugh that you decide to lift your head up.

He’s grinning, almost manically as his feet rest on the fabric beneath him, his one hand holding what you think is the very knife you used just yesterday to make a point, the other holding himself steady by gripping onto the ropes by his shoes.

You decide to ignore him, something that doesn’t bode well with him, and it’s scary to realise how quickly he moves up there without falling, for he’s back in front of you in seconds, hanging upside down as he sends you a mocking wave in greeting.

“I must say, one point off from me sweetheart, I nearly fell in love,” he lifts himself up, twisting his body around before jumping down and onto the ground, right before you, “wonder why they decided that.”

“Why don’t you ask them?” It’s humorous to you, how thinking about him when he’s not there always has you curious to speak to him again, yet whenever he’s around, you yearn to get away from him.

“Hmm, don’t think I will,” you go to walk away, wondering where the hell Jisung went when you separated (though you think he’s conveniently or inconveniently behind the wall that you’re standing by), but the threat of a knife to your collarbone stops you, “at least tell me if this whole act is a game or really what you’re like.”

He leans against the wall, retracting the knife as you stare at him, unsure of how to answer. Maybe you weren’t physically the strongest and mentally you were being thrown left and right, but something in his words pisses you off. Yet just as you go to speak, he interrupts again, “I just don’t understand how you went from such an easy kill to something to chase, sweetheart.”

What scares you most about Hyunjin, you realise, isn’t in his appearance, nor in the way he’s able to so easily sneak up on just about anyone. It’s in his words, the threats and taunts, but it’s also in his confidence to really end your life, his nonchalance to it and that he simply doesn’t care. At least he doesn’t seem to. But you don’t want him to know truly how uneasy it makes you.

So you ask him something that he’d never expected.

“Do you want to train with me?”

It shocks you both, the simplicity of the question and what it means. It’s the only time you expect to ever see him rendered speechless in the little time you’ll know him.

You don’t like the guilt that comes with that. Though if you were to ensure Jisung comes home, it meant dying. So you assume that the loss of Hyunjin wouldn’t be remembered by you anyway if you were six feet under.

“What do you suggest we do, princess?”

“That sounds horribly condescending.”

“My bad, I’ll improve my manners in your last few days,” how considerate you think, though you still shiver at the thought. Twenty three people were living out their last days in the room you were in.

“I want to climb.”

“Do you know how?”

“No. But I know you do,” he sighs, though he must admit that something about you amuses him more than it frustrates him. Sure, to him you were a weakness and he didn’t care much for your survival, but unlike the first day he’d seen you, now he was more curious.

There was something else to you. If anything, he believed that if you were pushed into a corner just enough, that you’d snap into something that might actually become a threat to at least some of the tributes around him.

“Alright, I’ll show you how to climb. I’ll show you whatever you want. But I want something from you,” you nearly scoff, but instead you look away, arms crossed until he grabs your chin with his hand, and suddenly you’re staring right into his eyes.

They’re the darkest shade of brown you’ve seen and yet whilst many claim that eyes are the window into the very being you’re looking at, his tell you absolutely nothing. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, yet you feel like he can tell everything about you from simply staring back.

“When I eventually come after you…” he leans closer, so close that he’s right in your space. He’s warm and there’s a hint of cologne that lingers, and if he wasn’t gripping your chin so tight, you’d fight harder to look away, “put what I taught you to use. Don’t make it easy for me.”

And for the first time, his threats don’t scare you the way they should. His promise of your death doesn’t make you want to crumble to the floor. It’s the first time that you feel a fire light within you, and you smile at him, “don’t worry, I don’t plan to.”

“Oh c’mon, you’re not even up there yet!” his annoyance captures the attention of other tributes, though one look in their direction and most of them turn away again. It nearly makes you laugh, the way his arms are on his hips and he’s huffing in frustration similarly to how Jisung would pout at you when you’d say something absurd.

“It’s harder than I thought!” you retaliate, mustering up the strength you have in your upper body to lift it up and finally push your knees up onto the fabrics of black rope to crawl across.

“You don’t have that type of time when someone’s on your tail,” he sounds like Minho. Hell, when you really think about it, the two share a lot of attributes alike. The difference in them was that whilst Minho’s attitude towards you came from a will to keep you alive, Hyunjin was the opposite. At least that’s what you’d assumed.

“I’ll go again.”

“You just got up there,” but you’re already halfway down, and Hyunjin comes up beside you, “alright, we both climb up. See how much slower you are.”

You huff, looking up at the wall you need to climb again, and maybe you should’ve listened and just stayed up there.

“You better have a very good explanation for this one, Y/N,” it’s Jisung, a frown on his features and you know how unhappy he is. Nothing in you blames him for it either, but right now, you only see the benefits of learning how to use the strength you have.

“Ah, the so called best friend, you wanna join?”

“No, I don’t,” he’s staring right at you, ignoring Hyunjin entirely, “I’ve been looking for you. Do you remember what we talked about? Have you done any of it?”

His sudden anger takes you aback. The two of you had disagreements before, but never did he approach you with such hostility. It was another reminder that the games were taking away qualities that made you and Jisung uniquely yourselves. It hadn’t even started, yet both of you had already lost the playful nature in which you’d interacted with just days before.

“I… no. I haven’t.”

“Right, I wonder why,” his words are bitter, venomous both to you and the man behind you, and it’s the first moment you truly think that something broke between the two of you.

“Ji, it’s not what you-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear anything from you right now. You want to fucking die, go ahead.”

“Hey, that’s just unnecessary,” Hyunjin leaping to your defence is unexpected, but you welcome it. For right now, you don’t have anything else you can say. You feel guilty, yet you’re not sure you’ve done anything wrong either as you watch Jisung push past you both without a second glance, “yikes, trouble in paradise?”

“Just… not now. Okay?” you hide the way your voice shakes, the way you blink back your tears, but the career next to you is so annoyingly observant that nothing slips past him. He knows how it hurts you, and whilst it’s to his advantage that you’re breaking down, it still bothers him.

“Alright,” he agrees, standing up straight, “but don’t cry. I don’t need to see that again.”

He moves further away, a good five meters away from you, “I’ll give you a head start. Not a big one but it’ll give you something.”

For a very small moment, you’re grateful that he ignores the pain you’re in. And you’re grateful he’s not using it to mock you. He’s pretending it doesn’t exist, and so you try to do the same.

“Ready… 3… 2… 1… go!”

“Alright, neither of you idiots are at the dinner table. Minho isn’t at the table. Nerium is insufferable to listen to and-”

“Hwa,” it’s strange, to not hear his full name leave your lips, and he can’t decide if he likes it or hates it yet, given that the way you speak it is so horribly depressing.

“Do you want Daehyeon instead?”

“Cause I’m here,” he comes up behind Seokhwa, making you chuckle as the two approach you quietly.

“Can I sit?” Daehyeon asks, and you nod whilst Seokhwa takes a seat on the floor before you, “consider yourself royalty. I’ve never seen Seokhwa get on the floor for anyone.”

“It’s true. I’m only doing it because I know the cleaners were here earlier,” you laugh quietly, staring at your fingers. It’s silent, none of you saying a word.

“Shouldn’t one of you check on Jisung?”

“Don’t worry, he’s next on the list of patients,” you’re so very grateful for how they make you smile, but you also know that they’re worried and likely wondering why everyone seems to be furthest away from each other.

“So, why did you two argue?”

“How did you know that?” Seokhwa scoffs, placing his hands on your knees as he rests his chin on one of his knuckles.

“Please, it’s not that hard to figure out.”

“You don’t have to act like such a smartass all the time, you know,” Daehyeon intervenes, crossing his legs over each other to make himself more comfortable.

“Don’t be mean to him,” you tease your stylist, earning you a playful glare that eventually breaks into a beautiful smile.

“I doubt it can be that bad-”

“I’ve been talking to Hyunjin…” you interrupt Daehyeon, awaiting their response. Actually, you wait for them to yell at you, to tell you how incredibly stupid you’re being or that whatever happened, Jisung is entirely in the right. You wait for them to tell you that they’re completely on his side.

But none of that happens. You’re not sure if that’s better or worse. If them saying nothing is their silent disappointment in you, and suddenly you want to make excuses to justify it.

“We kinda knew,” Daehyeon starts, “at least we figured when he was here yesterday.”

“You saw him?”

“Saw, overheard. All the same. When I heard about what you did with the gamekeepers, I had to make sure Seokhwa wouldn’t start laughing and give us away.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anyone in my life,” Seokhwa laughs, and it makes your heart flutter and gives you the reassurance you need that you can tell them the rest.

“I trained with Hyunjin too,” you start, as if it’s also shameful and something meant to be hidden, “he’s good at climbing. I figured I’d give it a shot and ask if he could show me. I actually… I did alright, you know? Took a few hours but...”

Hyunjin himself had seemed awfully proud, despite getting up quicker than you even with your head start. Once the two of you were up there, you fell into a rhythm of conversation as he helped you manoeuvre around. He reluctantly showed you how to observe, told you what to look for in all the tributes below whilst purposely leaving out just enough to not tell you all that he knew, and it had almost made you forget that Jisung and you were breaking down. You only really remembered when you saw Jaemin from afar.

“I know Jisung is probably just worried. I mean… I know Hyunjin wants to kill me. I know he will.”

“Don’t say that-”

“But it’s true. Daehyeon, I’m not stupid. He’s targeted me and I know it. Of course I do. There’s nothing left for me to lose though, aside from my best friend. So if I can learn something, anything, that’ll help me get Jisung home then… why the hell not? Why not learn it from him?”

There’s a hand on your back, rubbing soothing patterns whilst Seokhwa is looking up at you with a frown, making himself look even more youthful and innocent than he already was. It makes you want to cry again, wondering about the last time you’ll see all of them.

When will you last see Minho give you a snarky insult about the games? When is the last time Daehyeon will give you something to wear? When will Seokhwa see you for the last time with such an innocence that holds so much strength and attitude in someone so young?

And when will you last see Jisung?

“Hey, hey… listen… you just have to talk to him. Just tell him exactly that. He may not like it, but I doubt he won’t understand. He loves you a lot more than I think you know. This isn’t something that’ll change anything.”

“Seokhwa’s right. Talk to him.”

“Also saves me from having to walk into another depressing situation,” Seokhwa sighs, but you know his words aren’t actually meant. If anything, you think he’d do it over and over again, oversee you both until you feel better.

“We still have Minho to talk to though,” Daehyeon adds while you rest against him, thoughts of your best friend clouding your mind.

“Right,” the man before you stands up, readjusting his incredibly elegant dress shirt, “make sure to grab some food okay? You really need it.”

You knock on Jisung’s door with two full plates of food, desperately hoping he’ll answer but not hearing anything. So you dare to glance inside, seeing his figure sat on the balcony in one of the chairs, staring straight ahead, looking like the entire world is weighing him down.

“Ji?” you step outside, but he only acknowledges your presence by moving his head to show that he heard you, “I brought you food.”

You put it on the table next to him, placing your own plate on the ground as you sit, choosing to be right across from him rather than next to him on the other free chair.

“Why are you really here?” He’s seen right through you, you suppose. Jisung knows better than to think that’s all you came for.

“I’m here because I love you. You’re my best friend. And I don’t want to go into this thinking you hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I know you’re worried. I’m worried. I’m sorry I didn’t look for Jaemin like we said. And I’m sorry that I’ve been speaking to Hyunjin-”

“Y/N,” you stop, looking up at him slowly. His eyes are sad, but what worries you more is how they seem to just… want to give up, “if you want to talk to Hyunjin, I can’t say anything. I don’t like it, but I don’t choose it. I’m just… I’m so scared.”

Jisung lifts his knees up to his chest, making himself even smaller than he’d seemed sat out here alone, and you feel horrible, “I’m so scared for you. I don’t care if I die. I know you don’t want to hear it, but I don’t care if it means you live. But I see him and I just… I know the danger you’re in and that I’m entirely helpless to do anything about it. And that scares me so fucking much that I can’t… I can’t do it. I can’t fucking go through this with you!”

You don’t know what to say. All you can do is cry with him, pulling him down into your arms while you both crumble, and he’s gripping you so tight that in this moment, you’re so afraid of ever letting him go.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs weakly against you, for he knows that really, you have nothing to apologise for. It’s everyone else around you, it’s the reaping that drew your name and then drew him right after. It’s the fact that you can’t keep your promise to each other of being the victor for it meant losing the other.

“I was angry because I… I’m trying so hard to keep you alive. I watched Jaemin constantly. What he does, how he works. I spoke to him. You just threw that away. I listen to so much of Minho’s heartless bullshit because it may actually mean you have a shot. And I just… when I saw Hyunjin it just felt like I was doing it for nothing.”

“I understand. I didn’t… to be honest, I didn’t think of it like that at all,” though it was cruel and ironic, that everything you’d been doing and trying to learn was for Jisung, and everything he’d been doing was for you.

“Y/N… I’m so afraid,” it breaks your heart to hear him admit it, making fresh tears fall down your cheeks and onto his shoulder. You wish so bad to run away, but that meant even more certain death than the hunger games themselves.

“I know. Me too, Ji. I’m terrified,” he moves his head back, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a trembling breath of air.

“It’s just two more days,” though you already know that. You’ve been counting the days yourself, the minute you’re lifted up and watched by all the districts as you hope to survive.

The minute that you and Jisung are meant to become enemies.

Until the inevitable minute that one of you loses the other.

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any comments or feedback please let me know cause also idk how i feel with some of this chapter but it’s been dusting away for two months so... 💜 also like... i don’t wanna pull a twilight on this but like... are people team jisung or hyunjin? also don’t ask me why i decided to put na jaemin through this i adore him so like... idk why i hurt myself like this...

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Hii! You asked for request and luckily I've been in a requesty mood recently!

Ok so, I had this cute idea for a Camilo x Reader where the reader likes to draw a lot & is rlly good at it and Camilo finds it like rlly cool and so they teach him how to draw better

I just thought this idea was suepr cute! The reader would preferably be fem but you can also do gender neutral if u want! This could be headcannons or a oneshot or whatever you like really :D

Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist

pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

tags: headcannons, fluff

@ ask: this is so cute! thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did >< i draw a lot too so it means so much to me to write this aa

You always had a knack for art, and everyone else can see it. You are a traditional artist, most especially known for the Madrigal family mural in the village as a tribute to their deeds in the community. Your skills are immaculate, and everyone falls in love with your sketches and work.

However, a particular Madrigal found himself the luckiest man in the world when you said yes to his confession. Camilo Madrigal, the town’s sunshine and joy was even more brighter than the skies above the day when you became his other half, his soulmate, his significant other, and his life.

You and Camilo had the cutest relationship everyone else asked for. Both of your dynamics fit well together

You were the creator of 2d beauty while he appreciated and admired every inch of what your canvas could create

Even a simple doodle of a chameleon makes him tear up from how beautiful it is

Sometimes you think he’s overreacting, but he proves you wrong.

His room is FILLED with your drawings. A separate wall in his room was what he called the “Y/N Board”. It was a thing you both made out of scratch. A wall filled with pins and tapes of your random doodles to help inspire the both of you

He was your biggest fan and you absolutely loved him most for that. He gave you confidence and you gave him happiness

You were in his room, casually sketching a portrait of Antonio’s jaguar in the rainforest. You were sitting in his bed, knees propped up to support your sketchbook while you were leaning back on the chest of your boyfriend. His arms were around your waist and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He wasn’t moving so you assumed he was dozed off.

Suddenly, you felt something tickling on the side of your neck, giving you shivers. Turns out it was Camilo’s fluffy curls that lightly ticked your neck when he stirred awake. He took a look at your now 80% finished drawing and he audibly gasped.

“Woah! Now that is realistic!” He hugged you tighter, eyes still focused on your drawing.

You looked at the side of your shoulder, giving him a kiss on his head. “Good morning, my koala. How was your nap?”

“I didn’t mean to sleep. I wanted to watch you keep drawing.” His voice sounded soft, sulky and lazy where you can tell he was pouting.

You shuffled your position off of him so that you sat beside him. Giving him your pencil, you said.

“Here, wanna finish coloring the spots?”

“No, what if I ruin your drawing?!”

You laughed and pinched his cheeks. “You won’t, amor. Come on, I’ll guide you.” You placed your hand on top of his hand that was grasping your pencil.

“Start with light shading, and slowly put more pressure when you want it darker.”

That was most of your dates, to be honest. It was a perfect break for Camilo

He didn’t mind spending the times drawing with you. Every time he feels drained from all the daily chores, sitting down and cuddling with you while drawing was his escape and refuge

You were like his charging station, keeping him calm and collected before he goes out again draining his social battery tending to children and babysitting

And for you, he was your best supporter. There was never a moment where his eyes didn’t sparkle when it landed on your art. Though sometimes you wished he would give actual constructive criticism, but its cute when he tries to.

You got him interested in drawing. He’s not that bad, but he’s also not skilled at your level. You saw this opportunity to teach him how to draw

Sometimes he gets shy but you never fail to reassure him and give him advice on how to draw better

“Is that your entry for the art contest!? You’re guaranteed first place!” He was jumping all around your room, excited for the competition while you were slightly nervous as you continue painting in your canvas.

“Yeah, but I’m not yet done.” You sulked, sadness evident in your tone. He stopped bouncing on your bed and gave you a backhug while he rests his chin on your head.

“Whether you finish early or not, your details are already amazing so I’m confident you will still win!” He squished both of your cheeks.

A light bulb ticked on your head. Standing up, you faced him and put your hand on his shoulders.

“Mi vida, what if you join the competition with me? I can coach you!”

It took a lot of begging and puppy eyes but Camilo finally agreed to join the art competition

He was a nervous wreck, but you were there to reassure and teach him all he needed to do

He was even more nervous because he never showed anything art-sy to everyone else. He only doodled for you and the last time he drew for his family, he got a lot of teasing for it.

This only made you excited though, you know he is gonna impress a lot of people once they find out how much Camilo has improved, thanks to you

After grabbing your spare canvas, both of your easels stood beside each other while you both created your artworks for the contest

“You’re doing impressionism?” Your eyes widened at his outline sketch. “And on Casita too?! That’s amazing Milo!”

He gave you a warm smile. “Yeah. but what if turns out bad?”

Giving him a big bear hug, you dug your face in his chest. “It won’t, trust me! You gave me confidence all the time, now its my turn to give you yours!”

A day left before the final submissions and both of you were amazed at each other’s work

Camilo improved by a lot, and I mean, a lot! Not only was he confident, but he was also expressive and it reflected in his artwork. Yellows dominated the image and his first official signature was placed in the lower left of the canvas

You were all over the place happy for your boyfriend and he was shy about it.

Camilo wasn’t used to this, it used to be the other way around

Needless to say, your sunflower portrait and his Casita landscape is definitely one of the best outputs both of you had made. And deep down, you were confident that two of you would walk home with an award.

“And for the first place, between Entry #3: Sunflower Portrait and Entry #7, Village Beauty, we have...” The announcer said out loud to the stage. It was funny, because he was also the Church Priest who had a knack for MC-ing in the side.

“And the first place is....”

drumrolls....

“Entry #3 takes the trophy! Sunflower portrait by Y/N L/N! Come up to the stage!”

You screamed, jumping all over the place. Camilo immediately rushed to your arms and spun you around while lifting you by the waist, “MI AMOR! CONGRATULATIONSS!” He peppered kisses all over your face before letting you free to receive your award.

As you stand on the edge of the stage, you glanced at the crowd. The Madrigal family was there, cheering for you. You were truly happy. Your passion and talent has what made you special and you were more than ecstatic when everyone else appreciates it.

But, it wasn’t the end of the story.

“And for the last award, the fourth place!” You grinned, seeing the audience waiting.

“The last place, and the cut-off of participants who would move on to compete in the grand finals is-”

drumroll....

Ohhhhh this is gonna be good.

“Entry #12: Sunlight in the Casita by Camilo Madrigal!”

You were full on screaming and jumping all around the stage. No one expected this twist, but were very impressed at the sight of his art. Camilo, who was still stunned, stood back frozen. You immediately went down the stage to grab his hand, intertwining it with yours as you led him back to the spotlight.

After getting his award, you wouldn’t stop squealing over the excitement, and neither can he

His family was more than proud of him. Even Isabella who once thought his self-portrait was a frog

Needless to say once again, but you were so proud of him that you initiated PDA on stage and he blushed

“I told you you can do it!!! Look at you!!” “Milo! You’re moving to finals! You’re so cool!”

As soon as you both exited the stage, Pepa ran fast to her son, showering him in admiration. You giggled at the sight and followed Felix who initiated a group hug

Now back home in your, you changed your clothes and settled in your pajamas, catching up to Camilo who was fiddling with his newly-earned medal while laying down in your bed.

Catching up too him, you crawled in his arms while giving him another bear hug.

“I’m proud of you, amor. Who knew you had a hidden Da Vinci right here?” You grabbed his hands and fiddled with it.

“And I’m thankful for you helping me work on it. Even I didn’t expect all this.” He mumbled.

Raking his fluffy hair, you said to him,

taglist: @thegirlwiththebangs @mirabelleza @carcat-02 @brushofease @camilos-luna ++ join here

“Expect more mi amor, because like how you motivated me to keep drawing every day, I’m gonna do the same with you.” And with that, you both dozed off in each other’s loving embrace.

#camilo #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #camilo supremacy #camilo my beloved #camilo fluff #camilo x you #camilo madrigal fanfic #camilo x female reader #camilo madrigal x reader

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cosmic-cd · 8 months

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additional OC thoughts! pocket monsters flavored this time because i wrote too many tags on the last one LOL;;

im gonna make a habit of dumping my thoughts as posts and not tags in posts from now on i think wheeze

anyways! thoughts below

been thinking in particular about my sona hazel, when she was still a kid and visiting kanto for the week and a half she was there, during the summer

that's when she met red, blue and green/leaf- they were all soon going to have their 10th birthdays, and while their meeting was brief, it was one of those long lasting friendships that sprouted from one summer vacation

over the course of the vacation, they tell scary stories, swap little things about home, run around in the forests near pallet town

of course in the middle somewhere, hazel met her pikachu sparks for the first time and took him home with her afterwards

but i wanna write. a little angst. i've been rotating this in my mind for a while

but i feel like blue and hazel would clash at some point, and wouldn't talk for a long time after the fact. especially with blue. well. *wide gesture at How He Is over the course of RBY/FRLG*

something along the lines of hazel visiting kanto again briefly while everyone's still having their pokemon journey, and blue getting angry hazel's chosen not to pursue being a trainer- and saying some things he'd later regret.

at this point hazel had decided she didn't want to become a trainer- she wanted to be an artist, instead. plus most kids in unova start their journey a bit later, but hazel felt like her mind was pretty made up.

something something, maybe blue insults that while saying she won't amount to half of what he's gonna be when he's champion. (i dunno! i'm workshoppin' this part) and i'm sure hazel would have things to say that she'd regret too!

and so, they don't talk for four years after this. hazel still keeps in contact with red and green/leaf, but she doesn't visit kanto in this time

four years pass, hazel's cousin became champion and disappeared two years ago after team plasma attacked the region. she decides she wants to try becoming a trainer after all, and begins the gym challenge

and then she makes it to the Pokemon World Tournament in Driftveil City.

and there he is. blue

still workshopping this but. something something hazel tries to walk away and blue hurries after her to apologize and talk things out.

90% of my vision for all of this is i think it'd be meaningful if he brought her a new sketchbook, one with a few sketches from gramps himself prof. oak in it as an apology (she'd cry. happy tears also)

but i think all that'd be a nice way to add to their friendship LOL especially because at this point i think blue'd be on his way to becoming a pokemon professor and is. a little less of a rude jerk by this point. hazel's a trainer now. they can understand each other better in passing

hazel and blue still drive each other nuts btw this is a universal constant. they will argue and want to bite each other. blue's rival energy is too strong no matter what. even 10 years down the line they are still annoying the hell out of each other. but they appreciate each other as friends. even though they're mutually trying to blow each other up with their minds

anyways! that is. that is all. that's a lot more than i thought i was gonna write LOL;;;;;;; if you got this far thank you for reading!

#cosmo rambles #ough thats a lotta writing.

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nikaidou-stan · 2 years

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Sangatsu no Lion characters stuck in traffic

another batch of headcanons ad mentulam canis that nobody asked for

Rei

his palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy there's vomit on his sweater already akari's spaghetti

at first he's trying to keep his composure, it's nothing serious really, the cars will start moving again soon and at least he has a book in the back seat, right? ☺️

wrong

after 15 minutes his forehead is covered in sweat, after the first half an hour his nail have left permanent marks in his sterring wheel, give him an hour and he'll be shaking in tears bc he needs to pee so badly and he's gonna be late for dinner and the ice cream he bought for hina and momo is melting and oh my god-

who gave him a license? who's idea was it? why couldn't he walk to the kawamoto's house like always??

his greatest fear isn't being stuck in traffic itself, but the social aspect of it: there's absolutely nothing he hates more than people he doesn't know randomly tapping on his windows and trying to strike up a conversation (if someone recognizes him he will throw up)

when akari asks him "so, how was driving here for the first time? :)" he starts sobbing on the spot

Hina

UNBOTHERED QUEEN

she's so chill about it, the bastard might even be enjoying this

literally taking a nap if she's stuck more than fifteen minutes, with her feet sticking out the driver seat's window

it's not a glove department, it's a cat department; it's never closed because 4 times out 5 there's a cat napping in there that she's trying to smuggle in at work (keyword: trying)

I hc that she shares a van with akari (they use it for everyday things and for the shop's deliveries) so she has all sorts of things in the back to keep her entertained: a nintendo switch (her animal crossing island is so cute), plenty of sweets in case she gets the munchies, a sketchbook and some pens...

rei's absolute nightmare, she straight up leaves her van to stretch a bit and say "hi" to people, and if she spots someone she knows it's the end, she'll hop into the passenger seat and talk for hours until she realizes everyone's honking bc she left her van in the middle of the highway

Nikaidou

sunglasses are on, his favorite spotify playlist is blastin through the speakers, and he's already halfway through the book he bought eons ago and never bothered to finish

since he's never the one who's driving, he does the same things he does when the limousine is actually moving

a secret of his is that he lowkey loves getting stuck in traffic bc often trips with the limousine are the only times he can actually talk with hanaoka <3

once he started doing the macarena in the spaces between cars and like 20 people joined in (it's not like they were moving anyways)

another traffic explorer, his luck never runs out so he always manages to spot his friends, more often than not hina or shigeta (but he always flees because there's no way mr eyeliner and bad attitude doesn't keep a knife in his car)

Kyouko

HER FOOT CAN'T HIT THE PEDAL BUT HER FIST CAN HIT THE HORN

has a megaphone in the back of her red fiat for emergencies like this: she's well aware that shouting and starting fights won't help, she's just an agent of chaos

totally puts up a show stripping down to her underwear, putting sunscreen on and tanning on the hood of her car (kiriyama was once stuck beside her, it was hella awkward)

her windows are tinted for other people's safety, anybody that tries talking to her (or worse, flirting) gets a trip to the er

she also frequently naps in her car with her sleep mask on, not because she's relaxing but to further discourage any attempt at conversation

tip from an expert: if you're in her passenger seat and want to calm her down, just put on any mitski album (preferably lush): either she'll get really quiet or you'll have her sobbing and screaming the lyrics of brand new city

not exactly calming her down but hey, it's less destructive than her usual behavior

#maybe i'll add more who knows #march comes in like a lion #sangatsu no lion #3 gatsu no lion #rei kiriyama #hinata kawamoto #nikaidou harunobu #kyouko kouda

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acoupleanimematchups · 2 years

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hey! i go by mars, i’m a pansexual girl, and my pronouns are she/her. i’m 5’6 and i have super curly pink-dyed hair and tan skin. some hobbies i have are drawing, singing, painting, roller skating, and reading. i have so many books in my room, and half of them are sketchbooks haha! i also like to hang some of my paintings around my room as decoration. i really only sing for people i’m comfortable with. roller skating is my favorite outdoor activity, but aside from that i prefer to stay indoors haha! my favorite color is green and i love cats. a lot… i’m really reserved and shy when i first meet people, but once someone gets to know me i’m not really outgoing, but i’m really friendly and chill and spontaneous sometimes. i’m not chatty, but i definitely talk more when i’m comfortable. my love language is quality time and gift giving/receiving. if anyone has problems, i’m not the best at giving advice, but i listen really well and try my best to make them happy.

i hope this was enough information for you to do some head cannons with. ofc you don’t have to if you don’t want to tho! thank you, i hope you’re having a great day!

-💫

I ship you with...

shouto todoroki !!

contents

how you got together (drabble)

todoroki s. as your boyfriend (headcannons)

how you got together !!

in the beginning, you and todoroki were both super awkward around each other. you being incredibly shy around him, and him not having the slightest amount of social skills.

you met him during a deku squad group study session, where uraraka introduced him as their new friend, and study sesh by study sesh, you slowly got accustomed to each other.

and, before either of you noticed, you had done a lot more than just became friends.

you had developed gigantic crushes for the other.

though you definitely realized a lot earlier than mr. hi-i’m-so oblivious you want to bash my handsome face in, but when he finally realized, boy was he surprised.

and kinda sad.

little candycane boy felt like his feelings would ruin your relationship as friends. he didn’t even consider that you had also caught feels, cause he doesn’t see himself as someone worth being liked in a romantic way, especially someone he respects and adores as much as you.

he felt as if he was in someway disrespecting you by liking you in that way secretly, in seeing you that kind of way. he felt like he was keeping some sort of dirty secret from you, and he hated that.

so, he resolved to tell you.

“y/n, i need to speak to you after class.” he said, face barren of any emotion that others could detect, but there was the slightest strain in his voice, hetero-chromatic eyes looking dead. “please meet me at the rooftop.”

before you could respond, he walked away, leaving the words to die on your tongue. though you had no time to ponder it, as the class bell rang soon after your interaction.

the proffessor’s voice soon turned into muffled background noise as you thought about what words of todoroki’s could be waiting for you upstairs. so as soon as class ended, you bolted up the stairway to the rooftop, where your todoroki was already waiting.

he whizzed around to look at you, the door swinging closed behind you. he gulped, and you saw his adam apple bob. there was an expression that he wore, one you’d never seen on him before.

he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes never meeting yours as they darted around, head bowed to the floor. he took a step forward, toward you, before grabbing your wrist gently.

“y/n, I—“ he couldn’t talk, his throat tightening impossibly as he stumbled for words, “I—“ he felt himself blinking back tears, wondering why this was so hard.

“todoroki? are you okay?” you ask him, your soft voice calming him. “what’s wrong?” you said, holding both of his hands and looking into his eyes.

he couldn’t look away from you this time, no matter how hard he tried. he took a deep shuddering breath, “can I kiss you?”

todoroki s. as your boyfriend !!

dates?

honestly, he’ll really take you wherever you want to go

or do whatever you want to do

he knows jack shit about how to roller skate, but if it makes you happy— hell yeah >:D

even if he trips and falls 99.99% of the time— still worth it >:D

if not roller skating, y’all are probably just hanging out in each other’s rooms, but he’ll lowkey highkey insist to go to your room whenever he gets the chance.

your room just feels so much like, well, you.

he loves the paintings that hang around your room, like little snapshots of who you are.

give him the chance and he will absolutely look through all your sketchbooks. and never without praising you constantly and explaining in excruciating detail everything he likes about each drawing.

when he learns that you like to sing, he will beg for you to sing for him.

“n/nnnnnnnn,” he’ll pout, “please :(”

todoroki = baby

like he will do anything. like he is by no means the next singing sensation, in fact the complete opposite, but he’ll start screeching some beyonce or bts or whatever he hears you (or miss bad influence mina) listening too, in an attempt to coax you into singing.

love language?

GIFTS !!!!!!

todoroki is definitely the type to spoil his s/o.

example 1:

he’ll hack into your amazon account or whatever you use to buy stuff and buy everything in your wishlist on like a random day.

you leave him alone with your phone for five minutes and the next thing you know a delivery man is outside.

let’s just say that endeavor will have some questions as to why his son bought five pairs of lacy women’s underwear but who cares?? he’ll burn freeze that bridge when he gets there.

example 2:

it’s standard for him to come to your house carrying a random trinket or treat that he found on his way there cause it “reminded me of you, n/n”

final example:

look at an item through a window for more than 0.02 seconds and boom it’s yours.

try to refuse and he will mope and pout and groan for the rest of the week until you get sick of it and give in.

CUDDLES !!!!!!

he loves physical affection.

from cuddling and clinging to you like a koala, to holding hands while walking down the street.

AND TAKING CARE OF YOU

like brushing and braiding your hair or painting your nails.

cooking you food in the morning and packing you lunch.

he loves taking care of you and making sure you’re happy.

A/N?

thanks so much for the request! i hope you liked this :D if you have any feedback and things, i would love to hear it! still testing out this format, so any suggestions you might have would be super helpful.anyways, if there’s anything else you’d like me to add, then just tell me and i’ll see what i can do. thanks again and i hope you have, or are having, an amazing day!

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hyde-nseek · 4 months

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Looking Back on 2023

Fun Fact: I started sharing my art publicly this year for the first time. Before this, I only showed close friends that were too nosy and peeked at my sketchbook. A lot has changed since then! Here are the highlights!

January

Not much actually happened for me, except for finishing up things from 2022.

February

I did my first big art project in February, while playing through Skyward Sword for the third time.

I also joined my first Discord server!

March

I shared art on Discord! Like the ones of Sheik and Ravio! Honestly, they're still some of my favorite art pieces from the year.

April

The Adventures of Korok Hyde begin! I created this little guy because I wanted something fun to draw about Hyrule. It stretched me to draw landscapes, especially in my cartoon shading style, but drawing Hyde really helped me figure that out!

I also joined Tumblr! (worst decision I've ever made)

May

Tears of the Kingdom happened! So I drew Tears of the Kingdom! And played Tears of the Kingdom! And started a summer job!

June

My summer job was rough, but I was still able to continue drawing on whatever time I had off. I started another project. The Hylian Pixel Art Titles! It's been the project everyone was the most excited to see both on here and on the Discord I was on.

July

This month was so busy I forgot to have personal time. But that's okay because I had a lot of family fun!

August

I got to see my brother after 3 years of being away from him! It was really cool! Also I drew a picture.

September

I started school! And did more art!

I also started writing for the first time. I decided to write about the Imprisoning War from the perspective of the royal chamberlain who wrote the stylae Link finds in the Messages from an Ancient Era side quest.

October

I did Linktober for half of the month. It was really fun, and I'll probably do it again next month. Here's one of the prompts: Dragon.

November

The Adventures of Korok Hyde continue! I also gave him some friends: Blurtis the blupee, and Floppy the chuchu.

December

I finished the fifth chapter of my fanfic. I also finished Ocarina of Time, Minish Cap, and the Hylian Pixel Art Titles!

Overall, 2023 has been great! I tried a lot of things, and enjoyed most of them. I'm really optimistic for the future.

#last year #happy new year #mostly zelda stuff #but thats okay #that will change #maybe

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dourpeep · 3 years

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WAIT. I'm losing my mind over that friends to lovers post you reblogged. All I can think about is college Albedo + mutual pining, romantic tension, and friends to lovers OTL

- Leaving little post it notes in his bag or inside the cover of his textbook to tell him to have a nice day or remind him to take care of himself because you know he has a tendency to work too hard sometimes!! And what if he meets up with Sucrose and Timaeus because they like to catch up and sometimes discuss their research or homework, and they see Albedo hiding a grin behind his books and think that he's solved a particularly difficult problem but it's just a cute little note you slipped him when he wasn't looking

- You stay up studying for exams with Albedo and he dozes off on your shoulder so you sit there afraid to move because you don't want to wake him but you're also dying inside

- The two of you go to the library to work but eventually get distracted so it turns into the two you sitting close together on a couch and reading each other sections from your favourite books

- I can also see him as someone who rambles about labs or new research he's absolutely taken by. Weeks later when you mention something he said before, he's a little surprised but you just tell him that you tried your best to understand everything because you know it's important to him and maybe his heart skipped a little

- Going off your headcanons: Albedo looking for little specimens and deciding it could be a fun outing with Klee so she can get some sunshine and you find the two of them in the park. You end up joining them and Albedo's heart softens seeing you and Klee laughing and smiling together!

- I remember this little headcanon you had where he snorts when laughing sometimes and imagine Albedo letting one slip out while he's with you, and Kaeya teasing him later on.

- Eventually, his friends start asking if the two of you are together because of the silent affection and teasing between the two of you. Albedo knows he likes you but he's scared a relationship will ruin everything and you're too important to lose even if it means he never says anything, but little did he know, you have feelings for him too.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day and week! Sorry about this monster of an ask lmao

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ALBEDO

NEVER

Like... there are two characters that I seldom, if ever, turn down and that's my beloved Albedo and beloathed Scaramouche- If you don't want me to shut up about a topic??? Like just utter word vomit???? Bring them up. Bring them up, I dare you--

Okay okay okay okay now lemme just--

oops. 1.4k words. Enjoy your headcanon drabbles, courtesy of me being a hard simp for Albedo--

College au Albedo is pretty close to how he normally is! Brilliant, though having difficulties with making friends and keeping said friends, getting carried away with experiments (did you know if you're on good enough terms with the professors, they'll vouch for you so you can use the lab when there aren't classes using them?? Yeah)...so the friendship that you have with him is certainly the closest one he has.

It'd be the kind where you knock on his dorm or apartment door at 11:45pm with some takeout and your textbooks and he'll let you in without a second thought. You slip inside and settle on the floor next to the coffee table cross-legged, setting the food out as if you don't live a good walk away. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon anyway.

Like the kind of friendship where your hand instinctively slips into his to tug him towards something cool you found or to the café where you tend to go after classes.

Even after you get to your destination, you don't let go.

Now that that has been established--the little notes you slip into his bag or on his books really began as a little reminder. Despite his keen intellect, Albedo tends to easily forget things because his mind is always going onto the next thing. So, being the great friend you are, would just slip a note to remind him to take breaks, eat a snack, or that you're supposed to go and meet Sucrose and Timaeus after class to prep for the upcoming exams.

Neither of you really know when they began to turn into doodles or 'seemingly platonic declarations of adoration'. It's normal for friends to write a heart besides "Don't forget I love you!", right? Yeah.

The smile that makes it's way on Albedo's face is unmistakable the moment that Sucrose accidentally stumbles upon a sticky note carefully tucked in one of his notebooks.

Speaking of Albedo and his tendencies to get carried away with stuff, he often functions on...minimal sleep.

Those nights that you pop up at his place to study or just hang out, he often ends up dozing off, glasses sliding uncomfortably down the bridge of his nose and hair tousled out of it's usual style.

You never plan to stay the night (though even when he's awake he insists you do because it's not as safe at night to make the commute home), but you can't just disturb his sleep when it's the first time in a while that he's probably gone without taking a capsule or two of melatonin to help himself back into some semblance of a sleep schedule.

It's these moments that you remember just how soft his hair is and just how nice his shampoo smells.

Also that he's a cuddler.

You awake in the morning, back aching and eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of the world around you and limbs tangled with your best friend. He's unbothered because his face is half-shoved against the crook of your neck.

With the library, you often find yourselves in a little game. There's so much to learn and so, so many topics through the old vanilla-scent found between pages!!

So trips to the library end up with the two of you digging and sifting to find a topic you've never heard of, sit and read for 15 minutes, then proceed to explain said topic the best you can (without looking!!). It almost always ends up with a few chuckles from Albedo as you fumble explaining (and half-making up) information and Albedo's (unfairly) great short-term memory winning out.

Speaking of...between actually studying and your little topic games, Albedo turns to you to bounce off his current observations and ideas. Sucrose and Timaeus, though both in similar majors as Albedo, are busy with their own projects and research to the point that they don't really have the time to help with stuff as extensive as his research.

Annnnd, naturally, since you don't have anything better to do and are almost always by his side, you play that part!

You listen intently no matter how dense the subject may be and no matter if you do or do not have the background knowledge.

When you ask him to explain something you don't quite understand, he can't help but blink in surprise because you were listening??? And wanted to really understand? You prove time and time again (even days, weeks later) that you listened to every word that tumbled out during his rambles.

And of course you do! Albedo's one of the most important people to you, so it's only natural that you want to show interest in his interests.

Also it's pretty cool to find out those random bits of trivia (like lobsters and their repairable telomeres-).

Klee!!!

Oh man, the first time that you met Klee was a pretty hectic day for Albedo. Due to his Aunt Alice's incredibly busy schedule, he tends to care for Klee on days that he doesn't have class.

However, that particular day he just barely finished class before he had to go and pick her up from school.

With you in tow, that is.

Immediately, the little girl brightens up at your presence, no doubt excited from what she's heard about you (listening in to Albedo's conversations with Alice and the embarrassed tone in his voice when he realizes that he's let your name slipped again and now Aunt Alice wants to know about this particular friend who's captured dear little Bedo's attentions). He's relieved when Klee doesn't immediately reveal that.

From then on, Klee insists that Albedo invites you for every outing they have.

The cafe for a quick treat? The bookstore to sit and read a few books?

"Oh, please please please?? Can they come Albedo? Klee promises that she'll be good!"

Who is he to say no?

But above all, those park days are his favorite. You end up running around with Klee, lifting her up so she can reach a particular leaf on a branch, squatting down to see a bug or lizard that she's entirely enthralled by--all while Albedo sits under the shade of a tree on a blanket, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

You don't know it (even though there's many occasions where he's shown you his sketchbook), but the pages are filled with your smile.

Around you, Albedo's found that he's most comfortable.

There's no need to hide insecurities or hold his tongue when something particularly exciting comes to mind...nor does he hold back in his laughter. Especially with your insistence that his laugh is cute.

That scenario with Kaeya is entirely an accident, proof of just how used to your presence he's become.

It's a late night and you're out with a bigger group of friends than usual, some friends that Albedo's only known since the start of college, but definitely good ones.

With a drink in your hand you all sit at a large table, chatting about anything and everything when you crack a joke and Albedo snorts.

Not like a snort with his normally quiet chuckle, either.

Instead, he's laughing hard, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and stomach hurting (and maybe it's because of the few sips of drink he's had) and he snorts. The moment the sound escapes him and he's trying hard to calm back down, Kaeya grins.

He's most definitely one of the first people to put two and two together.

After all, Albedo keeps to himself, even around them. But with you around? There's a certain spark of life that ignites.

It's no surprise that the two of you are close when all is said and done.

But that doesn't stop either of you from choking and cheeks from flushing when someone asks if you're a couple. It happens often--too often to count--and ranges between Kaeya's teasing comments and a few sweet words from an elderly woman passing by your table at the cafe.

And you laugh--you and Albedo--because no, no, you're just friends.

Right?

Then the light hits your features just right, illuminating you in a soft glow that makes your eyes shine and--

It's undeniable the way that he feels for you. The sudden quickening of his heartbeat is proof enough. You slide your drink towards him for him to try and he does the same, eyes unable to leave your lips as you take a sip and then smile.

Between the cracks of his appreciation, of this warmth, dread seeps.

Though...that was just over a week ago.

Sitting down back at his apartment, your head resting on his chest and your hands intertwined while you watch whatever's on tv, you shift. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

And Albedo wonders how neither of you managed to see it sooner.

#anon asks #THE FACT THAT YOU REMEMBER MY ALBEDO HEADCANONS AND STUFF MY HEARTTT #albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact x reader #albedo headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact drabbles #modern au #college au #modern au albedo

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kakubun · 3 years

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Wassup,

Headcanons of Emma,Ray,Norman and Don with a reader who is always daydreaming? c:

Daydreamer!Reader

pairings: emma x gen!reader, ray x gen!reader, norman x gen!reader, don x gen!reader

a/n: im so sorry, this came out pretty late, anyways enjoy!!

Emma

emma would listen to your daydreams all day if she ever catches you daydreaming

you would always stroll around the forest (away from ray because he would always tease you for being in shock if he ever interrupts your daydream) and sit anywhere to daydream

her feet would be in the air when she lays on her stomach and she would hum to your rants (she loved seeing you rant aggresively)

she was such an attentive listener that she would always remember your words in the most random times

"y/n? you wanna try playing with the piano after nat plays it? i remember you wanted to play it-"

she would involve herself with all your daydreams, being the actress, the protag in all your thoughts

being a cutie she was, she followed every step you say when you started telling your stories

jumping, running here and there with you, it's impossible not to let her sink in your mind after all the times she plays around with you

it was pure fun with how much she also plans out her acting, it was unexpected and both of you and emma would fight to take the lead

never breaking in your acting with "no you're not supposed to do that!!" you tried to smooth your way with your role and either it comes out with great success or it doesn't

doesn't matter when she was one of the reasons you forget the time of day

Ray

"oiii~"

he teases at you for being ditzy all the time

you sometimes regret telling your daydreams to him because he would smugly give you sly comments on why your daydreams- don't even elaborate with him, he would make fun of you

he does find your thoughts entertaining and it does lead him to question if you actually wanted to try doing everything when you get out from the orphanage

you nod vigorously and he stops you and thinks about how you would store some your plans for the future

(though he doubts you'll forget with how its printed in the back of your head)

"a sketchbook" he snaps his finger and walked away without an explanation, he was just waiting for you to catch up so he could execute your confusion

he suggests a sketchbook would be the best way to pour out your endless train of thoughts and you leap because that was a great idea!

he asked mama isabella for one and she warmly smiled, you were bubbling with excitement when she handed it to you

you now sat near with ray and he would not so secretly peek at you

if possible, you could finish half of the book in a day since you start remembering all the dreams you had

what warms ray's heart is that you still wrote and sketch in it after escaping, you would do so sleepily before going to sleep

"hey!" you would say when you woke up to him looking through your book without permission

"what? your daydreams are funny to look at" and he would never get tired of seeing your face wrinkling up and screaming at him with empty threats

Norman

he asks you to sketch it out

much like ray, he asked isabella if there's a book anywhere for you to doodle in

it seems some of your daydreams can't really be kept inside sometimes and you burst so norman decided that you should draw it out

it amazes norman with the simplicity of your art, you manage to tell a whole story

sometimes he would nudge you and ask if he can see your sketchbook and you lend it to him without hesitation

you watch him giggle and trace some parts of the paper and clearly you forgot what you drawn and you scoot closer to him and laugh with him

everyone would be in your drawings especially norman, for some reason you love asking little things about him

how his fashion sense would be, what he thinks his job would be and other simple things you would write into your sketchbook

it was wholesome, he enjoys seeing himself in your drawings that he couldn't help but sketch you right next to him

"is that me? oh my god it's me!!"

he grinned at your squels, he would never get tired of hearing you

Don

"what are you daydreaming about?" "about you~"

he also LOVES listening to your daydreams and would reenact with you if it's possible

most of the time, the kids would come by and become curious as to why don has you on his shoulders or you chasing don

he was a sweetheart, agreeing to all your dreams and wanting to do it with you as well

also like emma or with emma, he would play it out too, making you hiccup with tears when he did something out of your daydreams and it fits with the storyline

"but you know, the prince can be a clutz! what if he fell-" he fell after saying that and (this is mild flirting by now) you catch him quickly with the hook of an arm

"then the humble florist will catch him!" you said with bravado, gripping him loosely, hoping he won't actually fall

by now, it was free entertainment for the kids and the others when they would crash in on both of you and don's acting

you also planned out how your outfits would be and would whine when he started adding atrocious details on his outfits

"no don, it does NOT fit there- nO how do you wear two belts??"

moral of the story, he is not a good fashion designer but don't worry, you'll fix it~

#ray x reader #tpn ray #tpn don #don x reader #tpn emma #tpn anime #tpn #the promised neverland #the promised neverland x reader #tpn x reader #yakusoku no nebārando #yakusoku no neverland #tpn norman #norman x reader #emma x reader #heres some food

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wildest dreams

witch!wanda x reincarnated!reader

summary: wanda had walked around the earth for centuries with no magic and hardly any soul left after losing her soulmate. she thought that her lover would never return and that the only reunion they would have would be in the afterlife, but a run-in with bucky changes everything after he insists that he met the long gone y/n at a fountain in the park.

yet another au by me...

word count: around 6.5k?

imma tag one person bc she gets upset when she isn’t tagged- and idk if anyone else would actually be interested?

@teenwonder

also this picture is not mine, and the dividers are by @firefly-graphics !!

without further ado, it’s almost 6 in the morning but i give you this!!

She held you tight, fingers digging into your skin as she trembled above you. The rose bushes were rustling in the wind next to you both, the sweet smell of the flowers contrasting with the moment. You were halfway gone already, eyes far off but trying to swim back to the surface, wanting to look at her one last time before the inevitable happened.

“S…” you tried to say, but she hushed you immediately, tears falling down on your face and mixing with your own. You shook her head at her as hard as you could, begging for her to let you continue. “Say you’ll remember me,” you ground out, fingers tightening around her hand.

“What?” Wanda asked, voice already thick with grief as she tried to decide whether or not it was better to keep the knife lodged between your ribs inside of you.

“When I come back-” you cut yourself off by coughing up blood, and Wanda didn’t even wince when it splattered on her cheek. “Back for you, promise that you’ll remember me.”

“Darling,” Wanda whispered back, her voice cracking as she bent over and rested her head on your stomach for a moment, hiding her sob. She could feel her magic tingling inside of her; under her skin, in her bones, dancing on her fingertips. “I wish I knew- I wish I just knew how-”

“Please.” You said, a desperate look in your eyes as you halted her words, already knowing what Wanda wanted. But natural magic was nothing to mess with. She sobbed again with her lips pressed together, no sound escaping her. You squeezed her hand tighter as the sun started on its routine descent, basking the two of you in an orange glow that you would have stopped to admire in any other moment in time. But Wanda would grow to hate that shade of orange with every breath in her. “Please.” It would always remind her of the sound of your begging, voice reaching for something that she couldn’t see.

Maybe it was the desperation in your voice, or the way that she just knew that you were well within your last moments, because she looked up at you one last time. “Of course I’ll remember you, darling. I couldn’t even dream of forgetting you.” There was a wheezing sound that came from your chest as you cracked a bloody smile, and then you gave one last squeeze before you looked away from her, your soul settling in the afterlife.

Wanda Maximoff would never forget it. Suddenly, her previously irrational fear of losing her magic became real, but that feeling didn’t even come close to the one she got when you grew lifeless in her arms.

Ever since you knew what a normal person was supposed to be like, you had identified that you, in fact, were not the normal person that you were probably supposed to be. Normal people didn’t daydream to the point where it felt like their bodies weren’t in the present anymore. Normal people didn’t have birthmarks under their ribs that aced and burned. Normal people didn’t feel out of touch with their world, like they weren’t even meant to be in the century they were in. Normal people didn’t feel like they were searching for something tirelessly, something just under their noses. And normal people surely didn’t dream of the same set of hands, same pair of eyes, or the same voice over and over again, a new setting every time, but always the same, faceless person. You either drew the same faceless person or rose bushes, and every sketch book you ever had was full of them.

At first, you were sure that you were going insane. Every time you closed your eyes, you would see a flash of reddish brown hair, or the same set of eyes, or the same pair of pale hands. You kept seeing this person without ever seeing a face for nights at a time before you went to see a therapist, who just ended up telling you that worrying about it was only going to make it worse, whatever it even was. But eventually, you learned to get used to it.

Acceptance turned into expectancy. You went to sleep knowing that there was going to be a pair of hands accompanied by the same slender fingers as always before you, sometimes intertwined with your own. You knew that there was going to be a set of eyes on you, watching you intently with no ace to go with them. You knew that you would hear whispers of the same voice, speaking so clearly in a language you didn’t even come close to understanding, and soon, you were craving to see and hear those things. And wanting to see them led to something that you never told your therapist; drawings.

You drew nearly every day under the sky, trying to find different park benches to see the sun rise and set at different angles for inspiration. You loved the sky, moon and stars alike, but there was something special about sunrises and sunsets. Sunrises and sets both meant new beginnings to you, out with the old and in with the new, and each rise and fall filled you with a strange feeling of nostalgia. You were watching the sunset on a park bench by yourself, a sketchbook sitting on your lap as you held an idle pencil, still thinking about the way you wanted to draw the hands. The birthmark between your ribs started to tingle, letting you know that it was about to burn again. That damn birthmark. You dropped the pencil and scratched at it, trying to beat the annoying feeling at its own game. You cursed the mark, but your eyes didn’t leave the sky, and you noticed your heart swelling in your chest, faint despair in the pits of it, churning around like the middle of the deep sea.

You shook your head and put your pencil in your hand again, brain not even having to work hard at all to see the features of the faceless person who was in your every dream.

Even before she ever met you, Wanda didn’t sleep well. She would toss and turn for at least an hour before she finally found some temporary, flimsy form of peace. Her sleep was always light and she hardly ever had dreams, which was customary for a woman like her at the time- an un-blossomed witch.

It was hard for her to remember the time where she didn’t have magic, but that time certainly existed. It lasted nearly thirty years. She never aged a day past twenty one, time moving past her without a care in the world. She was stuck right there, no magic except for the little bit in her bones that was keeping her young. And then she met you.

You were the person that kicked her magic into gear. You were her kindred soul, her other half and the power to her magic. Meeting you had flung her right into the world of magic and spells, things that she only watched others do, but even as she was introduced to an entirely different world, she could remember only really wanting you. Her heart and soul called to you far louder and stronger than spells called to her eager mind. When she met you, it all fell into place. It was an easy love, one that was never going to be disputed or questioned, and loved it. She was prepared to move heaven, earth, and the gods for you, if she had to. Your arrival into her life had caused her to finally blossom.

But now, she had bloomed and flourished and wilted all the same, and she was just waiting to decompose.

“Have hope,” was all that Bucky, a warlock who had been tortured enough in his own way, would tell her. “Have hope that something good will come to you, and it will.”

She never had the heart to tell him that good things hardly came to those who waited. He himself was a product of waiting, and it had served him well. Before he met his other half, he was taken by a rival clan and experimented on with spells that were so far past illegal that they made the casual witch shudder. Eventually, he was broken out and the rival clan was defeated, but he returned to them as an empty shell of a man. But then, Steve came, and then the man was nothing but a ball of light. His magic grew to be strong and so did Steve’s, and together they became known as some of the strongest practitioners of magic in the world.

But what did Wanda have to hope for when you were gone? What did she have to wake up for and smile at when she knew that she had buried you hundreds of years ago? It wasn’t even about the magic. She couldn’t care less about the way she felt the energy leave her- and it was dramatic- leaving in a singular burst of light the second you left. She only knew that you were gone, and that was the only thing that mattered, and it seemed to be the only thing that she even really felt.

Well, she did feel one other thing. Exhaustion. Exhaustion caused by the lack of you by her side. And exhaustion was exactly why she assumed that she was hallucinating when she felt a small tug at her heart, in a part of her brain that had been dormant for years and years. She shook her head and tried to take her thoughts away from you and the nagging feeling in her gut.

“Oh, no…” you exclaimed, voice tapering out into a whine as you watched the ruined paper sink deeper and deeper into the fountain, a fist clenching at your side in disappointment when you realized how many hours were lost, just like that, and then even tighter when you realized that part of you wasn’t even truly upset about the time spent on the ruined art. You were mostly upset that you lost the only vision of the hands that you had during the daytime.

You were on your knees, sleeves still all the way down as you reached into the water frantically, causing the paper to move even further away. You weren’t even worried about your sketchbook that had fallen open onto the pavement, more focused on the rapidly deteriorating piece of paper. You hardly even noticed the man who knocked into you talking, trying his hardest to make the situation better. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?”

“I mean,” you breathed out, taking the nearly disintegrated paper from the water and grimacing. When you realized that the man was fumbling to say something from behind you, celery apprehensive over the fact that you were upset, you took a short breath and turned around, giving him a small smile. He had dark brown hair that was cut short and crystal blue eyes that were striking, but you knew that they held thousands of stories by looking just once. He was holding your sketchbook, and by the way he was gripping it tightly, you could tell that he had flipped through it for a second. “It’s just a drawing. I guess I can make another one.”

His eyes widened. You saw his jaw slacken and his neck stretch out, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He blinked three times, and his parted lips trembled for a second before he slammed them shut. You cocked a brow at him, your sadness about losing the drawing being replaced by a weak feeling of uneasiness. “Sir?”

“Knew it.” His face was clear from any type of emotion as he watched yours, and when you opened your mouth to ask him if he was okay, a grin spread across his face. “I’m Bucky, what’s your name?” You furrowed your brows at him, asking what the hell had just occurred without saying a single word. “I’m sorry, you just looked really familiar.”

Just like that, you smiled. You knew that feeling, you felt like you got deja vu far too often to be normal. You hated when people made you feel strange for it, you always had, so you tried your best to ignore it with him. “You’re fine, don’t worry. I’m Y/N.” You extended your dry hand for him to shake it. He stared at it for a moment, and then with an eagerness that made you smile, he shook your hand.

“‘I’m Bucky.”

For a moment, you could have sworn that you had done more tha just seen him before. Could have sworn that you had shaken his hand, met him before, been at the receiving end of his blinding yet somewhat shy smile. It flashed through you warm and bright, and you cleared your throat before pulling your hand away and realizing you had held it for too long. You cleared it again when you saw something flash in his eyes, a weak smile lifting on your lips.

“It’s not her.”

Wanda was furious. She was insulted more than anything, really, angry that Bucky could even mistake the light of you for someone else. She knew that you would never grace the earth with your presence again, and she was so used to the fact that she was going to have to die before seeing you again. And for one of her closest friends to try to convince her that you were back?

“She would have already found me.” And Wanda believed that with her whole heart. You had asked her so long ago that you remember her, like she could ever forget. Your scent was so flowery that whenever she walked past a growing garden that she smelled you, your smile was so bright that she saw it in the way the rays of sun came down on the earth. She heard your laugh in the chirping of the birds every morning, and she saw your playfulness in the running waters of the stream by the cabin. She could never forget you, because everything was traced back to you. And you would never return without finding her.

“I don’t think she even knows it yet, but she is looking for you.” Bucky insisted, stepping forward and receiving Wanda’s burning glare while Steve stepped to the side and let it happen. “I bumped into her and she dropped her sketchbook. I saw her drawings- she drew your eyes.”

Wanda’s heart skipped a beat. “What?”

“She dropped the drawing of hands in the water, but I saw she had drawn eyes that looked just like yours, hair the same shade as yours, even drawn the necklace you used to wear. She draws roses, too. I swear to everything above, it’s her.”

She could feel herself getting warm, the sort of emotions stirring inside of her that had the potential to turn into a singular weapon. The thought of a rose bush made her sick to her stomach. “It’s not her.”

“You forget that I knew her, too,” Bucky stated, and Wanda’s desolation was replaced by some ancient feeling of possessiveness. “I could never forget her face, and that was it right there. That was her face, without a shadow of a doubt, And her voice-”

Wanda’s face curled into a snarl. “Stop talking about her.”

“Hey, Wanda, take a deep breath,” Steve cut in, ever the mediator, but Bucky was hardheaded. If he thought something needed to happen, he was the one to push for it to happen, and he needed her to see.

“She looks the same as she did the day she left.” Wanda let out a choked noise. For a second, all she could picture was her lover dying by the blooming rose bushes in the sunset, ruining two of the most beautiful things in life at once. The third (but first) was you, but not even your horrible death could taint Wanda’s memory of you. You would forever be the brightest and most beautiful thing to grace the earth. “I got her number, we’re meeting at a coffee shop a few blocks away.”

“Leave her alone.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, tears welling up in her eyes. When she saw the brunet’s eyes widen and his mouth drop open, she spoke before he could get a word in. “Just stay away from her, Bucky.”

All she could think about was your death. The way you choked on your own blood. The way you cried and looked up at her, but still managed to smile. And as she was consumed by rage and memories, the only other thought in her mind was that she was yours and you were here, and that she couldn’t save you then. But she was surely going to preserve your memory from Bucky’s mouth.

“I know you feel it coming back. You haven’t felt it in so long, but it’s warm, right? It’s powerful. You always were the strongest, and you’re not dormant any longer. Stop lying to yourself and depriving yourself of love, Wanda. You know Y/N-”

She saw red. Red as red as the fires that burned in the magma underneath the ground, as red as embers in a fire. “You don’t get to say her name.” She saw so much red, so much hot anger that hardly covered her sadness, that she didn’t even see the way that she had her hand out red coming from her palm as she lifted Bucky right off of the wooden floor of their shared home. “You don’t get to talk about her.” There was a warbling noise in her ears, whispers that sounded like her name, getting louder and louder until she finally realized it was Steve trying to get her attention.

“Wanda.”

Instantly, she dropped her arm and watched Bucky fall to the ground, landing in a crouched position. She watched him catch his breath on the ground. She opened her mouth to apologize, to say that she felt terrible and that she had no idea what happened, what took over her, but she was stopped by the brilliant smile that came onto Bucky’s face.

“You used magic.” He said, slowly and steadily, not a hint of hesitance or animosity in his eyes or voice. Instead, he seemed more proud than anything. “You can’t deny this now, Wanda.”

She was hyperventilating, the pain in her chest intensifying as she tried without any results to get the right amount of air in her lungs. She felt her knees hit the ground before she knew that she did, her hands covering her face as she sobbed into herself. Her heart ached, tugging in so many different directions as her brain fought to rationalize what everything meant. She had used magic, and that meant that you were back, in one way or another. She was in disbelief. She was in despair. She was in shock.��

“I know you do, I know you do,” It was Steve’s arms around her, and Steve’s voice in her ear, and she realized that she had been saying I miss her, I miss her, over and over again until the words jumbled. “We know you do, Wanda. We miss her too.”

But he didn’t understand. He hadn’t lost Bucky since he had found him. He hadn’t walked the earth for centuries after losing the only thing that mattered to him as an empty shell of the person he used to be. He would never understand, but that wasn’t his fault. In fact, she prayed that he would never understand.

“I’m sorry I approached you like that,” Bucky said, crouching down and hugging her just as Steve was, enclosing her into a hugging circle. They were coven, related by magic, and just being around them made her tears subside. “But you know that I would have never said anything like that unless I was one thousand percent sure. I would never do anything to hurt you, Wanda. All I want is for you to be happy. And I know that I found her.”

And how could he want anything but the best for her? He knew her just as much as Steve did. Just as much as she probably knew herself. He and Steve were the ones who stormed the coven that took you from her by her side, and they were the ones that helped her send them to their graves. They supported her through thick and thin, through revenge and peace, and mostly, they loved you almost as much as she did. Why would Bucky lie?

Wanda blinked, staring down at her hands in fear and wonder as her heart beat started to get away from her. Steve’s warm hand landed on her shoulder, and she flinched from the sudden touch after such a rush of power.

“I think you should go with him, Wanda.” Her heavy breathing was all that filled the air for a moment. “Just take a look at her from outside so you can leave if he was wrong without anyone knowing, but you should at least try. I think Buck’s right.”

Wanda’s breaths were still labored. Her hands trembled as she moved hair from her eyes, and her lip quivered before she found the strength to mutter a few words. “Will she- will she remember?”

“I think she will,” Steve said softly. “But she’s probably just a human. It may take more than just seeing you for her to remember everything.”

Her eyes were wet with tears, and her heart was so big with warmth and need that she was scared that it would burst open at the seams. But she was even more terrified to lose the idea of you. Slowly and shakily, she nodded, her head bobbing up and down as she sealed her own fate. “I’ll go.” She saw Steve give her his fatherly and supportive smile, small yet full. “I’ll see her.”

You didn’t know how you were gently swindled into giving Bucky your number. You knew that it was nothing but friendly, but he was so charming that you felt like you could never not know him. In fact, it felt like you already did know him. He said something about maybe commissioning an artwork of yours, and of course that excited you. You were going to meet him at a coffee shop, in a public place even though you weren’t the slightest bit afraid of him. But something felt different.

It started once you got into your car. You were driving to get to the shop when tingles came down your spine, and bumps raised on your arms, like someone was whispering against your skin. You started to feel warmth come and go in waves, brushing against your mind and then retreating again. You shook off all of the strong feelings as you turned your car off, parked in front of the coffee shop while the music from your speakers filled the silence, soft piano music that was perfect for the weather.

It was drizzling, the kind of weather that you liked to call a “lover’s drizzle” because of how often it was seen in romantic scenes. Scenes of confession, of reunion, of desperation between two lovers- more often than not, they had the mild rain to stand in. You turned the music down before shutting your car off and then stepping out, closing the door and locking it immediately before walking briskly to the entrance of the coffee shop with your recent drawings in hand.

Bucky wasn’t there when you arrived. In fact, hardly anyone was there besides the few employees, who smiled at you when you entered but otherwise fell back into conversation amongst themselves, which was fine with you. There was one beefy blonde man who was sitting with a laptop and a ball cap on. He glanced up for a moment and then took a double take, blinking hard at you with a star struck look on his face, and then he shot his gaze back down and went back to typing.

You sat down at a table for two, the only type of table that was there besides the long, awkward study tables that they had set up in the center of the room. You would much rather take the intimate setting of a two-seater than to sit in the middle of the shop, so you did just that. You flipped through your work, looking at it closely now that you had the time. He had mentioned something about possible portrait work for a friend of his, so you naturally brought most of the drawings that you had done with hands, arms, eyes, hair, nearly everything that was the closest to your heart. You rested your palm on top of them and watched your fingers trace the slender ones that you had drawn in what felt like by memory at the time, like you were just remembering the way an old friend’s hands used to look. You peeled that one back and looked into the eyes, the strangest and prettiest light green color that made your heart pound every time you looked at it. You took a deep breath in.

“That’s gorgeous.” You jumped in your seat as the chair in front of you pulled out from under the table, and there was the charming brunet that you had met by the fountain, giving you the same welcoming smile that he first granted you. You smiled back without hesitation, your heart warming at the sight. “You sure can draw.”

“I try,” you joked, your grin nearly splitting your face. “Do you drink coffee?”

“Nah,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I like tea, though.” You gave him a thoughtful look.

“Are you into herbal healing?”

You could have sworn that there was some sort of excitement in his eyes, but you weren’t sure enough by the time he opened his mouth again. “Yes, actually! What, does it look like I’m into it?”

“No,” you answered, and it was true. Bucky was huge. He had the kind of build that intimidated other guys at the gym, the kind that made athletes jealous. He looked like the typical meathead, but he was sweeter than you could have imagined. But he looked nothing like a man who would be into herbal healing. “Just a guess.”

“Pretty good guess,” he mused, and you grinned back. Your head was in the clouds of some strange deja vu when he asked you if you wanted something, and the entire exchange of whether or not you were going to pay was on the back burner as you sifted through your thoughts. By the time he came back, you noticed that you must have told him that you liked hot chocolate, and that he must have paid. You scolded him before he sat back down, waving you off. It was silent for a few moments as you looked out of the window, the rain still steadily working through the atmosphere. The cup was comfortingly warm.

“Can I ask you something?”

With any other man, you would have immediately told him no, or at least have your guard up. But there was just something deep down, so buried that it was faint, but it was there, that told you that he was nowhere even close to being a threat. “Yes.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his tea and then putting his cup down gently before giving you an intense look. “Who’s the girl?”

You frowned. “What girl?”

He raised a singular brow. “The one you draw.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You blinked twice, and then tilted your head to the side. “I don’t draw just one person,” you said slowly, the lie dragging its way out of your mouth and through your teeth. “They’re different people.”

“Oh,” he said, but the smirk on his face told you that he knew you were lying to him and to yourself. You sipped your drink and something tugged at you, telling you to look out of the window and into the rain again, just one more time before you spilled your guts about seeing things- and then something caught your eye. A flash of a familiar reddish-brown. You turned your full body to look that way, and once you did, you nearly dropped your cup.

There was a woman staring back at you, eyes wide and full of so much emotion that the artist in you wanted to rush to make an unworthy attempt at capturing it. Her lips were parted in pure shock, but you were watching them tremble even from far away. She was getting slightly damp in the rain, but she stood there like it didn’t even matter, just locking eyes with you and sending your heart rate through the roof. When your eyes finally came back to hers after looking at her for what felt like the quickest eternity, you gasped. You knew those eyes.

If you weren’t so deep into gazing at the woman stuck behind the glass, you would have noticed the pleased and content look on Bucky’s face, and the look that he gave the big blond sitting with a ball cap on all by himself. You would have noticed the way that the blond man was turning his body towards your table, watching with the same amount of anticipation as Bucky was. You tried to understand why she looked so familiar, why she was scratching the part of your brain that always tried to convince you that you were much older than twenty something- and then it hit you.

You had been drawing this woman. And you had been thinking about her ever since you knew how to think. It was just the first time you were ever seeing the full picture. “I-” you muttered, eyes stuck on her and the way she looked like she was about to topple over from emotions. The words got stuck in your own throat as you weakly tried to get your mind to take you back to the conversation. “I- excuse me. I have to- I’ll be back- excuse me.” Your chair made a loud noise as you stood from the table in a haste, pushing the door open and walking towards the woman who was still standing on the sidewalk, dumbstruck.

Before you even knew you were outside and into the rain, you were standing not even four steps away from the woman, who was now looking at you with an incomprehensible look on her face. You couldn’t even feel the rain on you. All you could feel was her gaze and the warmth that was settling in your stomach and chest, and the same intense familiarity that was hitting you when you looked at Bucky. But it was so much stronger.

“I-” you frowned, taking a step closer and resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. “Do I know you? Have we met?” You had to have met. You had seen her in your sleep, in your daydreams, in your sketchbook. And still, you never could have imagined how beautiful she was.

She was silent.

“I know this is random and that I just bum rushed you, but, did we go to school together or something?” You were embarrassed. You had never begged someone to remember you before, but this woman was different. She hadn’t said a word to you, and you didn’t even know her name, but you were enraptured. You swore you knew her. You swore you saw her eyes glaze over for a second.

“You really don’t remember, do you?” Her voice struck something familiar in your chest, something warm and comforting. It was so familiar, so far back in your memory that it felt like home. Her accent, her inflection, the way she spoke slowly yet deliberately. It was all there in your mind, but you just couldn’t figure out how you knew it so well. “You don’t remember who I am?”

That had you closing your mouth. You tilted your head to the side at what could have been a hostile question, but her tone made it sad. Did you forget a high school friend? “Oh, um, I know you from somewhere, but I can’t really-”

“Think.” The desperation in her voice made your knees shake. If she were anyone else, you would have told her to go away, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want her to go away. But you couldn’t quite place her either, even though your own heart was screaming at you to remember.

“I’m sorry,” you said, a hurt expression on your face. You braved yourself to leave, taking a deep breath and giving her a weak smile that embarrassed you even further. “This was weird of me. I’ll just-”

She was reaching for you. Time started to run slower as her pale arm extended towards you, long fingers that you had committed to memory and to paper a thousand times outstretched. Your mouth dropped open ever so slightly as you stood in place for a second, body still until you subconsciously leaned forward, your nerves buzzing under your skin.

For a second, the only thing you could do was look at the point where her skin touched yours.

You had seen magic before. You had seen it in movies and at theme parks and when miracles happened, but nothing ever like when her skin touched yours. You swore that the warmth that your body had been feeling kicked in even stronger, surrounding you in comfort. Her hand was wrapped around your arm, gentle yet begging, firm yet wishing all the same for something you couldn’t quite see yet. You looked up and into her eyes, the eyes you had drawn and seen so many times, and then you saw it.

You saw it in more than flashes. They were coming in at the speed of light, but somehow you were able to catch every moment and every feeling that came along. You heard her voice as clear as day, ringing with laughter. You saw the two of you attempting to skip stones. You saw her enchanting your stones behind your back to make you think you had actually done it. You saw her mouth brushing over your cheeks, your mouth, your forehead. You could feel her hands on you, holding you, protecting you, cherishing you all the same. You could remember the way that you felt when you saw her standing in traditional witch’s clothing, being inducted into her coven as a blossomed witch. You saw everything and nothing, and you remembered it all.

Wanda.

A strangled sound escaped your body, so feral that it scared you, but you didn’t care. You pulled her forward, your head clashing against her chest. You could feel her shaking, like she wanted nothing more than to hold you just as tightly, but she was hesitating. “Wanda,” you called out, hugging her tighter, and then, like something in the universe stretched too far and then snapped right back into place, she was returning the embrace.

“I thought I had lost you forever,” she said, her voice hollow yet so full, so expressive. “I lost you, darling.”

The memories were all there, like all it took was a touch, but you were still coping with the knowledge. You had been murdered. Murdered by witch hunters, way back when witches were known and feared. That had to have been hundreds of years ago, you knew it. But still, your focus was on Wanda. It always would be on Wanda, forever and always. Just like hers was on you.

“You didn’t,” you managed to say, your own voice thick with emotion as you buried your face into her neck, finally feeling the texture of the hair that you tried so hard to get right. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, suddenly sobbing in your arms. You had no idea how you weren’t being interrupted in the crowded streets, but when you took a look back inside of the cafe to see the men who you so clearly remembered as Steve and Bucky, you knew it had something to do with them and their fulfilled smiles. “I wasn’t able to save you. I let you die, and I’m so sorry, darling. I’m so sorry.”

Her words brought you back to the present. “Wanda, no. No, no, no.” You wanted to pull away and look at her face, but the second you started to, she held onto you even tighter. You leaned your head back onto her chest. “It wasn’t your fault. There was no way any of us could have known, and no way that you could have saved me. It was beyond us.”

“Nothing should have ever been beyond us.” She argued softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“But it was,” you said. “And now it’s behind us. Don’t apologize, Wanda.” You wiggled around and got free enough to look up at her teary face. “I may not have recognized you, but now that I do, I can’t believe that I ever forgot you.”

“A new life will do that to you.”

“Is it really a new life if I remember everything?” You said softly, the rain long gone as you stood with each other, bodies nearly molded together with how close you were.

She pulled away to look down at you, her eyes and overall expression tense, and then there was a look that you recognized from a long time ago. It was a look of sweet desire. You closed the cap between the two of you, pressing your lips to hers in a way that proved that you were both two lost souls who had wandered their way back to their other halves.

“It can be whatever you want it to be, darling.” Her lips brushed your again, soft and tender and eager for more touch. “As long as you let me be in it.”

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Graveyard Siblings (6)

Class revenge. And mention of suicide.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 5)

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Normal class day and most of the class was still together. This is set after the class’s trip to Gotham.

Alix and Chloe had transferred to another class or a different school. There were a few new students but they transferred out within a week, when they all had tried to point out Lila’s lies and the class picked on them on Lila’s behalf.

Class is still taught by Mme. Bustier.

She rolled-calls and somehow Marinette’s name was on there and she just absentmindedly read it.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng”

“Present.” A cheery voice said.

Goes to the next name before everyone froze and looked at the source of the voice which was where they exiled Marinette to before her ‘suicide’.

There she was. An older-looking Marinette who would look the same age as them as if she was still alive, her longer hair was in a high ponytail and her clothes were switched out from her usual pink to red and black and had a more mature look that was stylish instead of cute.

She wore her signature bright grin but the sight of it brought chills down everyone’s spines.

Lila thought that it was her curse kicking in and since she hadn't seen Marinette until then, fainted on the spot, thinking she was finally going to be killed.

“M-ma-marinette. What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” Older Marinette said with a confused face. “Oh. You mean why am I not late? First time for everything, I guess. I am not late today so Yay for me.” She giggles but everyone else thinks that it sounds terrifying.

“But this is impossible. You simply can’t be here.” Max said, “Odds of you still alive are zero.”

“Can’t I? I mean I woke up early and got here on time. What is impossible about me being early? I would normally be a zombie during the morning, Max but nice one.”

Some students checked their phones for akumas. Hawkmoth had mysteriously disappeared around Marinette’s death making a few rumours about Marinette being Hawkmoth floating around. (Lila was the first to suggest that as a theory.)

Mme Bustier cleared her throat, terrified out of her mind and scared that if she provoked the ‘ghost’ of her former star student, there would be consequences like the horror movies. But she was not going to let it hurt any of her students.

“Marinette, there must have been a misunderstanding. You should be home.”

“Why?’

“Because um...you are... you are sick and you don’t want to infect your fellow classmates, right?”

“Hm..I feel fine but now that you mention it, I feel a little dizzy. I think I am going to take the day off.”

The rest of the class murmured in agreement, scared not to offend the ‘ghost’. A few of the girls like Mylene had tears running down their cheeks. Horror movies logic dictates that you should not remind the ghost that they are dead or make them angry.

Juleka was half-scared out of her mind for Rose who was also crying and herself and also half-excited, even though Marinette might be a vengeful ghost, there is still a ghost in their classroom.

Mme Bustier started muttering prayers under her breath.

Marinette packed up her things and was out of her seat when Adrien came into the class.

He was held up because he started sneezing non-stop this morning. Turns out Natalie had some black feathers on her.

He sees Marinette in the back row.

“Ma-Marinette! How are you here?!” to which everyone in the class sans Lila who was still passed out, shushed at him.

Ignoring them, he blurted out, “You are dead.”

The word echoed through the classroom. It was silent for a moment and you could hear a pin drop.

“Dead? What do you mean dead?” Marinette took a step down the stairs, the perfect picture of confusion but her eyes seemed a little crazed and Adrien took a step back, the word ‘Traitor’ carved into his back started burning.

Everyone in their seats shifted slightly away from her. Some considered making a run for the door but they didn’t want to draw attention and face the ghost’s wrath. They all mimed at Adrien to stop.

He ignored them again. “Don’t pretend you are innocent. You did this to me. YOU MADE ME LOSE EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING. YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD. I DON’T REGRET KILLING YOU FOR THE HORRIBLE PERSON YOU ARE, LADYBUG. YOU DESERVED TO DIE FOR WHAT YOU DID.”

Realizing what he said, he covered his mouth, hoping it would somehow fix the damage he had done.

Marinette smirked. The picture of innocence gone.

It took a moment for what Adrien’s outburst meant to register in their heads.

Adrien, in an attempt to get back into their good graces, had once claimed to be Chat Noir, the ‘hero’ of Paris. They had brushed him off. If what he had said was correct then that meant that they drove Marinette who was Ladybug to kill herself. Horrible realization sets in as it meant that Hawkmoth won.

Lila chose that moment to came back to the land of the living to scream bloody murder once she saw Marinette again.

The scream brought everyone out of their trance from their shock and started screaming or yelling.

The windows slammed open and the wind whipped. The doors of the classroom closed shut with a loud bang. The clouds were dark outside and there were some flashes of lighting and thunder. (Thank you Longg.)

Marinette’s hair was undone and whipped around her. Her eyes were glowing blue. As she started laughing at the chaos she had unleashed, the class and Mme Bustier ducked for cover and hid under their desks. Except for Adrien and Lila.

Lila, fueled by anger, pounced at the ravenette but was thrown against the classroom wall before she even had a chance to lay a hand. Fell down and appeared to be knocked out. Alya made a move to check up on her.

Adrien was thrown back against the floor when the strong winds started. The scars on his back were burning with a lot of intensity now and it was a miracle that he still hasn’t passed out from the pain.

Unknown to him, the words were glowing red and seen through his shirt. Mme Bustier, Nino, Sabrina and Nathaniel were the few that saw the bright red letters spelling out ‘TRAITOR’ on Adrien’s back as he got back up.

“Marinette, this isn’t you. Milady, please.”

“Shut up.” She flicked her wrist, sending Adrien against the teacher’s desk. He hit it hard and was knocked out like Lila.

Alya after making sure that Lila was fine. “Marinette, stop this. I know that you are probably mad at Adrien for killing you but we never did anything to you.”

“Never did anything?! Never did anything? Hah. What about the time that you slapped me in the face in front of the entire school and said our friendship was over? You called me names. You said that I deserve every bruise you gave me. The rest of you weren’t any better.” She turned around and with the flick of her wrist, the heavy desks were in the air, robbing anyone of a hiding place.

“You stood by and allowed it to happen. You destroyed my stuff, claiming I deserve it. My sketchbook, filled with commissions, torn and stepped on like trash. You all crossed a line that Chloe didn’t even dare and you call it the right thing to do. Hypocrites all of you. Some of you have known me since l'école primaire. What was it about me that you believed her over me?! ”

What happened next was all a blur to everyone, there was a lot of screaming involved, some blood, lightning and thunder everywhere and then, black.

Nino opened his eyes to see Alya peacefully sleeping on her desk. What happened?...Oh Crap I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was….MARINETTE!

Nino snapped his head up. And saw the rest of the class and Mme. Bustier asleep in their respective places.

But there was a sense of wrongness. Something was off... and he can’t pinpoint on what.

The bell rang, startling everyone awake. Nino checked the time. And crap did they all sleep through the first period?! Turning towards his now-awake girlfriend, “Hey Alya, Alya, what do you remember?”

He was surprised to see red eyes like she had been crying. “I- I- I had the weirdest dream. Marinette was there, like she never died and she… why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t freak out but I don’t think it was a dream.”

On the rooftop, above the classroom, a red clad figure lounged at the edge with her airpods in and chuckling to herself.

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Marinette didn’t torture them. Scared the hell out of them, sure but it was harmless. Mostly. She left carved words on everyone’s wrists which no one else but the class can see. (This one is more mental than anything.)

The scars are unique depending on how close they were to Marinette before she died. Most of the class had the word ‘friend’ crossed out. FRIEND

Nino and Kim had Childhood friends. It serves as a painful reminder of how long they had known the girl.

Alya was a special case with BEST FRIEND and ‘A good reporter always checks her sources’ underneath it. She remembers saying those words to Marinette a long time ago, back when she thought she knew Marinette.

Mme Busitier had Best Teacher and when she was in the comfort of her own home, saw ‘Bully Enabler’ on her other wrist.

Adrien and Lila were questioned as they weren’t the only ones with scars on their wrists. (Although Lila had LIAR written in big letters across her forehead with a sharpie and a drawn-on-moustache of a cartoon villain.)

Nino managed to get the class to back off on Adrien and later to pull him aside to explain about the scars on his back and why did Ladybug (who was apparently Marinette this whole time and she was dead... he thinks.) called him ‘Traitor’?

Adrien told Nino everything. The curse didn’t interfere so for the first time in months, Adrien was able to say the truth.

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That was also the day that Lila’s reign finally ended.

The class had suspected for a while about her lies and false promises. There were a few inconsistencies in the beginning that were overlooked and brushed off as Lila’s memory problems.

They all had for the first two years had defended Lila against anyone (mainly Marinette) who thought she was a liar. Lila herself made sure that her lies were believable, actually putting in research for once in her life and planting evidence here and there about her achievements with a few faked articles. They staunchly believed her lies until Marinette’s death.

With her main enemy finally down and everyone else who opposed her, lost their morale along with their ally, Lila stopped putting in the efforts to make her lies seem real and then the cracks of her kingdom began forming.

At first, the students of Mme Bustier class believed them but the stories soon seemed like bragging but they were too polite to point it out to their ‘nice’ and ‘shy’ classmates.

Lila began making mistakes from her lack of research and a few of them later pointed out the few inconsistencies but they were brushed off as memory lapses.

More and more of these ‘memory lapses’ happened more often and soon, most of the class had their suspicion of Lila.

They were just in denial of Lila lying to them.

A few like Max, Nathaniel, Juleka and Sabrina who finally find out that Lila was lying and confront her about it were threatened and they were too afraid to do anything.

After all, Marinette had tried to disprove them and look where she is now. Six feet under.

And the ‘ghost attack’ from Marinette was the final straw.

The class tried to help Lila get rid of the sharpie, especially the one on her forehead and Alya made a comment how it was so typical of Marinette despite being dead and some half-heartedly agreeing.

Max, frustrated that his friends still can’t see it that Lila is a liar and they were the ones who drove Marinette to death that she is now haunting them and it was all their fault, took out his detailed research to disprove Lila’s lies. Nathaniel, Sabrina and Juleka spoke up and brought out their own research. The seeds of doubts which had been planted the past years were finally sprouting

A while later, the entire class was in chaos, everyone was shouting at Lila, some of them were shouting at Adrien, Alya being in complete denial and Mme. Bustier trying to maintain the peace.

Unknown to them, the camera in the classroom was being live streamed to a screen in a room in Le Grand Paris, complete with audio as a group of teenagers watched the chaos unfold.

“You know.” Chloe said, “I thought it was hilarious when you went all bloody mary on them but this shit is way more entertaining.”

Maria smiled, satisfaction on her face as she snatched some popcorn from Alix. “Oh, I had fun. Took years but Lila is finally getting what is coming to her. In about an hour, Signora Rossi is going to come through the door with the police.”

“What did you do, M?”

“Let’s just say the Italian Embassy and the French Police got an anonymous tip this morning about Lila Rossi and the incidents following her around the schools she had attended in the past couple of years.”

“No..” Alix gasped.

Maria just smirked.

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Gabriel was freaking out when Adrien came home and told him about what happened to his class.

He did not need another ghost attack on top of everything else.

First, Afterlife had managed to steal some (read: a lot) of Gabriel’s investors and Gabriel’s shares were plummeting.

Secondly, there were a few important documents leaked onto the internet, showing a few suspicious purchases which had the brand and himself under scrutiny.

Third, Natalie told him about her recent condition which occurs during the night and raised a few suspicious glances from Emilie when there was a raven in the house while Gabriel wanted to see proof of this transformation.

Lastly, Emilie had been poking around about the years she was in her coma and it was sheer luck that she hadn't found out about Hawkmoth and connected the dots.

He called up John again to complain that it didn’t work and asked for a refund or face a lawsuit. John pointed out that the spell only worked in the house and kept ghosts out of it and other places were free game.

Needless to say, Gabriel pulled Adrien out of school to be homeschooled again and made sure Emilie stayed inside, no matter what.

The longer Natalie stayed as a raven, the whiter Gabriel’s head of hair became and he was beginning to lose hair at a very fast rate.

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(Part 7)

I swear I didn't mean to forget tagging you guys.

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#maribat #ml class salt #adrien salt #lila bashing #lila salt #gabriel is slowly losing his sanity and I am enjoying this too much #tw suicice #suicide mention #graveyard siblings

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