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abbynx · 2 years

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Ranking all Peacemaker Characters

I am biased and will be spurring out spontaneously going off whatever occurs to mind. I follow no criteria of how I rank them and I'm just going off about my opinions, so enjoy.

Warning: Will contain spoilers, watch out if you haven't watched the full series. Oh and cursing, of course.

Coming up at the bottom of the list— Auggie Smith aka The White Dragon as Top 15

Props to Robert Patrick's performance for making him menacing and villainous slime of a character! He's the perfect secondary antagonist and I don't mind seeing him in season two as a psyche projection.

I like the portrayal, but the reason why he is at the bottom is kinda obvious— he's a bad guy, bad dad. I don't like bad parents at all. The guy fucked up my boy Chris and probably would have made Kieth suffer the same way if he lived.

Sadistic as fuck, you know how he is. Not to mention, racist so yeah an instant nope for me.

Top 14, Amanda Waller

First of all, the casting choice is amazing, Viola Davis manages to be so commanding, menacing and just generally someone you do not want to fuck with. Scary woman.

She's extremely calculating, doesn't get her hands dirty and will risk anything or anyone not to be caught with putting people through dangers with a high fatality rate. Can't imagine what Leota has been through while growing up under Amanda's quarters.

She lands at 15th because of the things she did behind people's back. She has a penchant for selecting her very own mole in a group that ultimately makes the team turn against each other. Getting Leota to plant a diary in Chris' place to execute her own plan, that ultimately deviates from Murn's, as if she distrusts him.

I'm curious to see where she is headed now that the cat's outta bag— kill her own daughter in a mysterious way? Erase the evidence of her doings? Juicy, can't wait to see how they handle this one.

Top 13: Evan and Amber Calcaterra

If you guys hate each other all that much, just divorce, my guys 😅

Although watching them bicker made for an entertaining watch, but oh imagine the off screen arguements they have over the littlest of things, must be so draining.

Top 12: Jamil

He gives me waaaaaaay to much toxic bestie vibes. So he denies that his bond with Chris is nothing, only then to invite Chris to his daughter's school to show him off. Uh yeah 💅 calling Chris his friend only when he needs him

Top 11: Keeya Adebayo

Girlie wins the best wife award 🏆

I love how understanding she is of Leota's circumstances and doesn't lash out when Leota does not elaborate. I hope that she gets a bigger role in season 2 apart from being Leota's wife, so we can see how she is.

Top 10: Goff

As in, the butterfly in Goff btw. I cannot, for the life of me remember the butterfly's name I'm so sorry.

I love her, but her plans for human race ain't it. I mean, humanity is fucked because of how out of touch we are, choosing to dismiss things and not really try to prevent anything until it's too late — but resorting to use human flesh bags isn't the only choice to make humans rethink their actions.

Top 9: Eagley

My boy, keep screeching, we will be cheering you on 🙌🦅

Top 8: Sofia Song and Larry Fitzgibbon

I love them both please, pre-butterfly Sof will do anything to do anything to restore peace and justice, she is so righteous, fierce, headstrong and I love her. It's a shame we didn't get to see more of her as herself rather than being taken as a vessel by Goff butterfly.

Okay, ship them or not, they are a good pair.

Larry, oh Larry, I remember seeing his actor as an FBI agent in The White Chicks when I was younger and the moment I recognise him, I cheered. White Chicks was my childhood and taught me English 😂

I love how he follows Sof around and supports her in little ways (like adding more quips to her one-liner when dissing Auggie).

Top 7: John Economos

I love him as a character, kinda relate to him and I love how he looks out for his friends despite how life risking it is. When he came out with his insecurities under the guise of being taken control by a butterfly, ngl I teared up a little. James Gunn better give him a good partner who appreciate and loves him by season two 😤

I like how he is somewhat the most normal among the Eleventh Street Kids, how rational he is and how he questions things, etc etc.

Top 6: Judomaster

I love you, my guy. Keep on KYAAA-ing, short King✋😔

I break into squeals when he appears on screen with his chips. My guy is strong, was totaled by a car via John Economos, beaten with a crowbar (Jason Todd, is that you?), got shot— may I go on and on? And yet when he gains consciousness, he fights as if he didn't sustain any injuries at all. But his previous injuries might have hindered his full strength.

I might have shed tears when I saw him shed tears at the sights of the butterfly controlled people dead, while eating chips. Poor guy, he must've felt like a failure.

Top 5: Clemson Murn

First of all, Rest in Peace my dude ✋😔

Second, I love him as a character. He takes on the role of being a leader so great and to turn against his own kind to protect humans is kinda wholesome to me. He understands that possessing a human takes away their own life and goes against the plans of the Queen of his kind because of it.

I wish we got have gotten more of him, I enjoy him cussing them out for making mistakes lmao it reminds me of my thoughts when I assume the role of leader in every school projects back when school isn't online.

His last moments as a butterfly made me tear up and hoped the the butterfly Murn escaped and try to find another host... But alas, the guy was squished. RIP dude

Top 4: Emilia Harcourt

Hold on Miss you dropped this 👑🥺

I love her, she reminds me of a big sister I never had. Will be honest with you and will most likely pull you aside to drill some words of wisdom in your head even if it hurts.

I love how she progressively got soft with the others around her and became more caring. Just— I love her.

ALSO! I love the way she cusses out so people with such vigor. I wish to see more of her on Season 2 to fulfill her role as leader if ever the plot calls for her to be there.

Top 3: Adrian Chase

Sigh... It would be favouritism if I placed him first, but I made some thinking and placed him at top three because I consider someone else as the rightful place of Top one.

So... Adrian... Where do I start.

Our first meeting with him is at Fennel Fields. Unfortunately, I accidentally watched Peacemaker out of order (I was sleep deprived, please have mercy on me) and I watched episode 5 first. So big oof. But he instantly charmed me with his airheaded nature. I never thought I would see the day I would fall for a himbo with glasses, but here we are. He made my jaw drop a lot of the time at his dialogues, so most of my interaction with his character consists of:

"ADRIAN WHAT THE FUCK?"

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"Be thankful you're cute."

Top 2: Leota Adebayo

Let's cut in deep, he probably feels inadequate as himself as Adrian Chase. He constantly finds himself associating himself with Chris despite him brushing him off and allowing him to get tortured. Maybe he's obsessed with Chris because he wishes to become like him.

Looking forward to whats his backstory in this series if they chose to disclose it!

Okay apart from John Economos, she is the second somewhat normal among the group and she keeps the group together.

Okay but like... Like mother like daughter, she can be manipulative too. Remember when she convinced Adrian to kill Chris' father? Yeaaaa, I sensed Amanda Waller there.

I hope to see more of her in Season two and how her character goes on, now that she revealed what goes within her mother's work. I wonder how her relationship with Amanda would become, they seem to be close (to me at least...) Maybe in the next season we get to see her childhood, I mean... To me, Leota was low-key projecting on Chris and his paternal issues.

And our Top 1: Chris Smith

I love how John Cena fit into the role like a glove, amazing casting choice tbh and I can't see anyone playing Peacemaker as good as Cena. He really made the role his own.

Suppressing mental issues and unresolved trauma by putting up a suave, arrogant, self-assured front? Ohoho boi I'm living for these kinds of characters.

Low-key, I hated him when he killed Rick and when I heard he'll be getting a spin off, my first instinct is to think: "He better be getting PTSD after killing Flag." And then boom, James Gunn delivered.

I love the way he turns to music when he is at his low, it's totes relateable. Maybe in some moments when he listens to music, he remembers Keith and starts crying more.

I just cannot get enough of Chris! I love the fact that even he is the main protagonist, he isn't the only one that fucks up and he is actually smart at some instances!

I bet the next season would be of him dealing with the mental issues his patricide caused. Since we got a glimpse of him hallucinating about his father, maybe we'll get more of that in the next season.

HONORABLE MENTION: The Justice League... Er, mainly Aquaman

They were late, but eh, it's fun to hear Aquaman cuss.

#peacemaker hbo max #dc peacemaker #eleventh street kids #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase #leota adebayo #emilia harcourt #clemson murn #john economos #judomaster #dc #dc fandome

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years

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pairing: achilles (oc) / reader

word count: 2256

summary: sometimes a deviation from a simple routine can yield highly pleasant results.

req: May I request a short drabble (or whatever you feel like writing) for Achilles with 3 or 6 from the first prompt list? Thank you JJ, I love you - @roseofalderaan (3- smiling into a kiss, 6- chasing someone’s lips after they pull away)

a/n: i went with both bc both is good (and also bc this boy deserves all the love ever). read all abt him here!

“will that be all, commander?” you questioned. your workday was drawing to a close and you wanted nothing more to get your nightly escort home and wind down from yet another stressful day at the office. the nightly ritual had begun not long after you got this job and befriended the coruscant guard, some of them sticking a little closer to you during the day when possible.

but only one ever walked you home, claiming that the streets he worked to protect every day were no place for someone so… unsullied, he would say, guiding you home with a steady hand on your back and a smile hidden by his bucket. his soft laugh would bring yours bubbling to the surface like a simmering pot of homemade soup, nourishing your soul and leaving you full of joy and… something else.

thoughts of one of said guardsmen had you zoning out while fox was talking, very likely giving you another task to complete before the people you’d need to go to left for the night. you had spotted him over fox’s shoulder from where you stood several feet from him, having a gentle conversation with hearth and a few others. it made you so happy to see him bonding with his brothers this way, getting the attention and care he deserves from those closest to him.

fox notices the distracted, glazed look in your eyes and knows that you’re not hearing a single word he’s saying. looking over his shoulder, he’s quick to realize why: achilles. “that’ll be all,” fox assures you with a hand on your elbow before turning to take care of the task himself. he can give his younger brother this much happiness, what little bit he’s able to get. “get home safe.”

ever since he joined the guard, fox worried for achilles. he was too headstrong, had seen too much in so few years that he wasn’t going to let this assignment beat him into the submission that allowed many others to cope day to day. it would have made his life a little easier, fox believed, but it would have also made him believe he was unworthy of the joy found when with you.

when you’re dismissed, you make a beeline to where your trooper stood bucket in hand, a gentle smile gracing his lips. maker, he looked so young when he smiled. you’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. lacing your fingers with the hand not holding his bucket, you smile at him and his eyes are immediately caught by yours.

achilles was the first to speak, hand squeezing yours as he felt himself ascend to the stars when you smiled at him. “are you ready to go, cyar’ika?” hearth notices the way some of the weight rises from his vod’s shoulders when you’re nearby, the smile he wore a bit more genuine.

“i’m more than ready, ‘chilles. it’s been a long day and i’m ready to be home.” he nods and bids his knowing brothers a farewell for the next while. until you got to your front door, every iota of his attention would be devoted to you and only you; the way your bright smile alone could power galactic city, the sparkle in your eyes when he said something that brought out your laughter. he’d walk every kilometer of this planet if it meant he could keep seeing such unbridled joy radiate from you.

but these moments — these little pockets of time where he was someone more than who he really was, yet nobody significant all the same — would tide him over until the next one arrived with the same inevitability as waking in the mornings.

conversation was a swift river, flowing freely within its confines. there were things you both believed should never be said; they served as the riverbed, the bounds within which conversation flowed. everything else, the things you were allowed to say, were the water. they were powerful and clear in intention yet stayed within their bounds. the two of you floated along it with ease, letting the currents sway you however they willed. there was never anything to fight against, never with him.

he recounts the day’s most notable and happy events (a shiny’s codpiece detached while trying to rescue a tooka from the top of a vendor’s stall, and hearth was glitter-bombed when trying to give fox dinner) with his usual spark of animation, leaving out the darker events that always serve as reminders of his harsh reality. you don’t need to be tarnished by his sadness, the daily struggle he and his brothers face simply because of the circumstances of their existence. that wasn’t your fight to take up arms in, not your sadness to feel.

no, he couldn’t dim your light with his permeating darkness.

it’s why he still hasn’t kissed you the way his lips ached to, why his hands haven’t held your hips as he tasted your honeyed smile for the first time.

you told him of the menial tasks that had been made more than you bargained for when you stumbled onto two maintenance workers snogging in an elevator, the small muffin that was gifted by the commander of the 420th on his way to the office of his senator friend, and the way it paired well with your lunch. achilles hung onto every word and the way he could hear your smile in every syllable, saving it for lonely nights when he needed something to distract him from himself.

the thing about time is that when you don’t pay attention to it, it’s quick to make haste with its passing.

sooner than either of you would have enjoyed, the door to your apartment was in front of you, a beacon of home tinged with an afterglow of loneliness that seemed to never leave. yes, all of your belongings were here and your bed was housed within those walls, but none of those things made it a home. something was missing, but exactly what that something was had yet to be discovered.

his hand fell back to his side, the sight of your door a reset button to his decorum. your hand was colder without his in it, you noticed for the first time. you didn’t like knowing this and desperately yearned to get that warmth back immediately despite the fact you were walked to and from work by the man in front of you every day and it’d only be a few hours until you’d feel it again.

you couldn’t wait hours to hold his hand again, to be surrounded by his radiance in all its glory. in a bold move you never thought yourself capable of, you extended an invitation you’d mulled over for weeks.

“i’ll, uh, see you in the morning—”

“would you like to come in?”

achilles was stunned. why you would want to invite him into your home? this place was your sanctuary, your respite from the workday and from all expectations the world thrust upon you. he didn’t believe himself worthy of such an honor, but only a fool would look a gift blurrg in the mouth.

so he followed you inside slowly, eyes flicking around the entire space to drink up everything he could. this was an opportunity to know you better, to see you at your most comfortable. “welcome to my humble abode, make yourself at home.”

there was a soft-looking blanket draped across the back of your couch that he imagined you curling up under on cool nights spent watching holofilms. photos of you and your friends covered the walls, smiles bright and abundant. there was a bowl of fruit on the kitchen counter that he was eyeing and you were quick to notice how his attention was drawn to it. “you can have some, if you’d like. i have plenty to share.”

how were you so generous with what you had, being so willing to share everything you owned in this vast galaxy with a clone? better yet, how were you real?

a pink lady apple was snagged from its former resting place and relieved of a bite-sized chunk. achilles hummed in enjoyment of the sweet-tart flavor that invaded his mouth as he joined where you sat on the couch, hand patting the space beside you. he obliged and was able to wedge himself between you and the arm of the couch but only when he leaned a little closer to you than he would have ever dared to outside of this safe haven.

you two sat in almost-silence for a while (achilles was still enjoying his apple, after all), a small bit of his weight pressing cozily into your side with one arm resting on the back of the couch. to be honest, you weren’t sure what to do now that he was here. so much time had been devoted to how you’d get him inside that there was not even a vague idea as to what you were supposed to do now.

the armor he wore did nothing to ruin the coziness of the moment, still being able to enjoy his company and the comfort his presence brought you. it was a big reason you felt so safe when walking home (besides the fact he had a blaster and was very proficient in wielding it). his apple core was soon the only thing left and it was gingerly set upon the endtable beside the arm of the couch he was close to, but after that there was stoicity.

neither of you knew where to go from here.

you turned to face him to ask if he wanted to watch a holofilm the same time he turned to ask you whether he could have another apple and wow you’d never been that close to his face before.

achilles drank in the proximity like a parched man on tatooine, branding the image of your slightly blushing face into his retinas for later enjoyment. then you laughed softly and he was a goner, an honest to maker goner. he was going to say something, he swears he was, but it slipped his mind for the moment. you were too busy biting your bottom lip and letting your chin fall, depriving him of those eyes he saw every time he closed his.

he couldn’t have that.

his fingertips took your chin, lightly lifting it back to the angle it formerly was posed at, where he could see your eyes and the smile behind them. in turn, your eyes were flitting between his eyes and lips that you were positive weren’t that plump before… were they?

then he pulled your chin ever closer and closed the vast centimeters that had kept you apart.

you weren’t sure how your lips had been able to resist the magnetic pull of his for so long now that they were together. truthfully, you had no clue how you were going to pull apart now that you knew what they felt like against yours. it was sweet velvet bliss, the taste of him. the pink lady mingled with something else that you knew had to be all him and oh stars was it intoxicating.

pulling away? since when was that an option? if it hadn’t been one before, it became one when you needed to breathe again. his lips chased yours, desperate to keep the blessed point of contact that he’d never wanted with anyone before you. the intimacy had your mind spinning.

he liked it, he actually liked it. he genuinely enjoyed that kiss and was wanting to continue kissing you, and who were you to keep him waiting? the magnetism won yet again and as he pulled you into his arms, you could feel him smiling into the kiss and you smiled back just as lovesick as he did.

muscles were slowly beginning to notify you of a dull ache caused by an angle you were unused to. you ignored it until feigning ignorance was no longer an option. it was time to move.

leaving the living room was an olympic effort. what if the boat in your river grew holes the moment one of you rose from the couch? how would you save the boat and not get washed away by the current? the answer was simple: get a bigger boat.

armor was shed and sleepclothes changed into before you guided him to your bed where you opened the blankets up for him, beckoning him ever closer and into your waiting arms. any hesitance was nowhere to be found as he crawled into the bed and wrapped himself around you. once he was under, time was taken to find a comfortable way to sleep. comfort was found with surprising ease, like he had been climbing into this bed for eons instead of seconds.

the change in environment did nothing but allow you closer to each other, nothing being damaged like you had both feared. in your bed, under your blankets and on your pillows, he still tasted of the same pink ladies and honey and clove he did on your couch. he still held your face in one trained hand that had known little more than violence before you came into his life.

as you carded your fingers through his hair, his other hand being held tenderly to your lips with all the affection you could muster, the final piece came together. achilles was what your apartment was missing, the building turning into a home at long last.

#star wars reader insert #clone trooper achilles x reader #clone trooper achilles #blue jay’s boys #clone trooper oc #original character #oc clone #star wars imagines #star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfic #swtcw #star wars

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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V x Reader "Don't you dare do that again!!"

"There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself" its your motto for the last month. This emotional roller coaster is starting to annoy you. From the very beginning V exerts his dominance and tries to act like the real leader. Which he isn't. With the absence of Dante, you are the more experienced and the oldest Devil Hunter. But when you try to pull the team together, he ignores you. When you plan your next move, he always disagrees with you.

And what's worse, he keeps nudging you with his metal cane.

You have enough. It's time to talk it off. Or to fight, this time in open. However, with little strenght you have left after another quarrel, you decide to keep it private.

...

Please, make it juicy or bloody, or whatever you wish, I just need some real action :D

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🖤🖤🖤

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"V." You simply said, gaining the attention of the poet that one boring and uneventful morning. "We need to talk."

The man was about to make a believable excuse when he noticed your narrowed eyes. Heck, he was about to say something but, you quickly cut him off.

"Now." You dropped the word onto his face with enough emphasis to make him oblige. You, then, turned away, expecting him to follow you.

"Should we,...?" Nero whispered to Lady.

The Walking Arsenal only shook her head in response. The Bewitching Devil, on the other hand, made things clear for the young Devil Hunter.

"Let them talk this out." Trish quietly said, knowing the tense situation that has been brewing up between you and V during the last few days.

Meanwhile, the poet only sighed, leaving him with no other choice but to follow you. He was aware of your strength and capabilities as a Devil Hunter, he just prefered to do things his own way. Like you, he was aware of his own power, and he honestly only wanted to make things easier for him by executing wiser, much more efficient plans.

But, it seemed that you were really not meant to be partners, at all - two dominant and headstrong beings clashing with each other at any given time.

He kept all those things in mind as he followed you outside the building towards an empty alleyway nearby.

And when you finally faced him, he was not really surprised at what happened next.

With your left hand, you pointed your gun at him, and with your right hand, you pointed your rapier at him.

However, the poet only grinned at you as he tapped his metal cane on the ground, at the same time summoning his demonic feline familiar - Shadow.

"We do not want bloodshed here." V calmly stated with that silky voice of his, seemingly unfazed with the situation or your eagerness to battle your differences off. "I suggest you bring down your weapon now. Or else."

"Or else, what?" You spat back at the man. Yes, you're a girl. Yes, you're kind of vulnerable right now.

But, no!

In any way or form, you refused to melt with that voice of his like those women he rescued due to the Qliphoth infestation. You refused to bow down in front of him just because you don't have powers like his.

And, most importantly, you refused to bring down your weapon because you simply would never let him say that you're inferior to him.

You both knew this would happen sooner or later. And there's no other reason to hide this any longer.

"Or else, what?!" You repeated your question.

V only tilted his head to the side, his dark locks covering a jade eye in the process.

"Beating you in your current state,... has no meaning." He responded monotonously.

This only made your blood boil even more! You wanted to beat him, to have him cowering in front of you,...

... to make him accept who you are as a Hunter!

Without so much as another counter - argument that might make you seem weak and whiny in front of him, you started shooting at him as you took little steps forward, letting your bullets do the talking for you.

And the man's answer to your "speech" was very predictable. He commanded Shadow to deflect your bullets, morphing into blades and dropping them one by one on the ground like crushed pebbles.

Of course, you knew this would happen. He doesn't want to fight, and now, it seemed that he was getting bored of your attacks! He's not even summoning that mouthy familiar!

However, you were prepared for this. You stopped shooting at him, switched your hold on your rapier, back - hand style, and charged towards him with unbelievable speed.

V, not fully expecting this, merely avoided your blade as it clashed against his metal cane.

That metal cane of his! You hated its very existence! Of those times he nudged you with it like you were some misbehaving child!

And now, it looked like he was slowly realizing it as his hold on that accursed thing started to waver. He was actually trembling beneath you!

V noticed your hostile look on his cane and immediately learned something. Although, he wasn't sure by then. He must confirm it but, first, he must defeat you.

But, what if - ?

"I need you!" V commanded Shadow, struggling against your strength as his familiar rose between you, morphing into a set of sentient blades that clashed against yours.

The poet jumped away from you as you fought with Shadow, making himself safe for the meantime.

However, Shadow was only a shapeshifting Demon, which was nothing compared to you, a Swordmaster, who trained for years with the Legendary Devil Hunter, Dante.

To V's utter horror, and, he must admit, awe, he witnessed your top - notch skill firsthand as you fought against Shadow using your rapier, expertly wielding it in your unique back - hand style. Your graceful footwork enabled you to dodge and deflect the demonic feline's attacks as they landed brutally on you, and your jumps and flips succesfully pushed the familiar back as you made your way towards him for another clash.

You pointed your gun against Shadow and shot her multiple times before plunging your rapier deep into her heart, defeating her and putting her into actual stalemate!

But, V was not done, yet. With his left hand, he finally summoned Griffon, the demonic avian familiar.

"Hey, shorty!" The bird taunted you as he flew towards you with the intent to kill. "Hate to break this to ya but, you are just one annoying insect who always gets in our way! So, FUCK YEAH!"

The bird shot at you multiple times, his electric attacks actually breaking the asphalt beneath you.

V was getting even more interested. You were actually able to dodge Griffon's attacks but, he could see that your movements were slowly getting sluggish. How long would it take until you finally admit that you're getting tired and that you're truly weak against him?

But, you would never admit that to him! Not now when you've come this far!

With an ounce of your strength left, you dodged another electric attack and shot at Griffon, your bullets actually working on him. The bird, who was unaware that your weapons were actually infused with a holy power to counter all demonic attacks, looked at his disintegrating body as you continuously shot at him.

"What in the - ?" Griffon mumbled as he realized that his body was crumbling. "YOU, BITCH!"

The demonic bird made one last effort as he summoned all his powers for one last electric attack. He spread his wings wide and brought down a streak of powerful lightning towards you, which you easily dodged as you made a huge jump. You switched your rapier back to normal hold, holding it up above your head, and plunging it to the bird's chest.

V's eyes widened in fear as Griffon fell and entered his stalemate state. His eyes grew even wider as he saw you angrily charging towards him. He held up his metal cane and defended himself from your attacks, your rapier actually making scratches on his weapon. You switched once more to back - hand and with one last swing, you managed to throw the metal cane away from him.

With gritted teeth, the poet tried to hold you back but, his physical strength was nothing compared to yours. You tackled him, pushed him, and managed to bring him down on the ground with one powerful kick.

V collapsed, his back hitting the hard ground. He was about to retaliate when he felt your body above his, pinning him to the ground with the hilt of your rapier pressed closed to his hand and your gun to his other hand.

"Go on! Summon the golem, I dare you! If you move even a single finger, I swear I'm gonna blow your head off!" You threatened.

V had no intention of summoning Nightmare in the first place. He ever only wanted to calm you down and talk to you. But, you just had to fight against him.

So, he let you.

And now, you're on the top while he's at the bottom.

He let his guard down, and you're already pinning him helplessy to the ground!

What,... an interesting woman,...

"I,... have no intention of doing that,..." V told you in a somewhat sincere tone.

Somehow, his words made you feel even more inferior to him. And it hurt your pride like hell!

"WHY?!" You screamed at him, letting all the emotions and frustrations flow out of you. "IS IT BECAUSE I'M WEAK?! IS IT BECAUSE I'M NOT WORTHY TO BE A LEADER?! OR IS IT BECAUSE I'M USELESS?! TELL ME, V!"

"I,...never considered you as weak." V spoke calmly, trying to get past your hard shell by humbling himself in front of you. "You are strong. I know that now."

"Why do you always disagree with me? Why do you always treat me like a child? WHY DO YOU KEEP NUDGING ME WITH THAT FUCKING CANE?! I'M THE LEADER HERE WHILE DANTE IS AWAY, AND NOT YOU!"

Aha,...

"Forgive me."

"What?"

You were taken aback by the man's words that your hold on him started to loosen a bit.

But, still, V didn't take this opportunity to escape. As strong as you were, he knew he still hurt your feelings. Of course, you only wanted what's best for the group, and he should have listened to your suggestions.

"Forgive me." He repeated. "For not listening to you and for always disagreeing with you. But, know this: I never treated you,... like a child."

"You're lying! You're - !"

Your tears started falling unto his face. It was actually the first time he has ever made a woman cry because of his callousness and pride.

And it honestly unnerved him.

Because, like you, he only wanted what's best for the group.

"I could never lie. Not in front of a strong and reliable woman such as yourself." V told you, carefully sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. "Again, you must,... forgive this fool and his selfish ways."

You felt the sincerity in his tone, and as much as you want to inflict further harm on him, your traitorous heart just couldn't contain itself as your emotions flooded out of you in the form of tears, making the poet's chest wet.

A few hours later, you were actually smiling, feeling stupid for what just happened. Nero and the others were happily having a drink while you chose to isolate yourself to ponder over the things that just occurred.

"You look like you could use some company." V told you as he joined you outside. "Do you feel better?"

You couldn't help but smile at the man as you remembered how you bawled your eyes out at him like a, well, a child.

"Never better." You said to him, feeling all the frustrations leave your system for good.

The poet smiled at you as he tilted his head, pointing his cane towards the dark streets of Red Grave.

"Since it is quite clear that you do not want to indulge yourself with liquour,..." V began in a much friendlier voice - a tone which suited him the best. "... would you like to join me for a Devil Hunting or two? You sure are an interesting fighter."

"Sounds good to me." You answered, glad that your misunderstanding was finally cleared up.

"And while we're at it, you must teach me how to use my cane in that unique style of yours."

Did you just feel yourself blush? "Oh, it's actually quite easy,..."

The two of you soon found out that it was the first of your many nights together as partners in Devil Hunting,...

...and as a powerhouse couple.

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Thank you, @vergils-daughter for this amazing idea! I hope you enjoyed this "Angst You Very Much" V one shot!

Because, yeah, I made another genre ~TheDyingMoon~ style!

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#devil may cry 5 #v #v x reader #v x you #writing prompt #angst you very much #don't you dare do that again!#submission #devil may cry 5 requests

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nekoabi · 6 years

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The 5 Times Patton Smiled and the 1 Time It Didn’t Reach His Eyes

I told myself I wouldn’t write any fanfiction, but I couldn’t help myself! I haven’t written anything that wasn’t an essay for like 3 to 4 years, so it might be a little awkwardly done.

This was inspired by this post that started with @fandersunite and was helpfully added to by several people. The title comes from @ashrain5. Also, I have a bit of a high love for 5 + 1 fics.

I guess it has a vague school/uni AU feel? Definitely Human AU.

Ships in here include Royality and Prinxiety. Mostly fluffy, but it’s gonna get sad. Warnings: Mention of bullying. Implied sex. I can’t think of anymore, but shout if you have anything <3

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1) It wasn’t until Patton met the boy that he could remember smiling so large and laughing so loud. The eccentricities and commanding presence got his attention, the charm managed to gain his favour and friendship.

Every day was a joy. They would go out, just being kids. Adventuring across the playing fields and into the trees, climbing trees and using them as lookout towers, creating forts wherever and whenever they could. It was as if Patton could not stop smiling with his new friend.

There were some bad days. His friend was extremely popular, and that seemed to come with people who were jealous. If they could not take it out on his friend, they would go for someone else. They just happened to go for Patton. The smile faded for a moment.

That was until he was saved. Two words stuck out in what his friend said to the bullies.

It was the day he heard the words ‘Best Friend’. That was when he remembered smiling the widest. He couldn’t help it. Patton squealed and grabbed his friend in a hug, feeling the happy tears welling up in his eyes. He buried his face into his friend’s chest. He’d never been happier.

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2) It all happened so fast.

It had been several years since Patton had met him. It was a warm day, they were taking a walk through the fields they’d once ran through as young children, chatting. It was almost time for them to move onto the next stage of their lives. Still, he couldn’t help but have a smile on his face.

They passed by the tree his friend had noticed years ago, the one that used to be the top of their castle. The pair stared for a moment and reminisced about the carefree days they’d both shared. Patton glanced to his left, looking at his friend as his cheeks flushed. Still smiling.

Their eyes met for a moment before hands softly cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer. No words, just silent understanding between the two of them. Soft lips met, eyes slid closed, arms surrounded each other. A gust of wind blew by them before they parted.

It only took a second for Patton to smile again, laughter bubbling up inside. His eyes shut as he giggled, pulling his companion in for a hug. He couldn’t have been happier.

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3) The best thing had happened for the two of them.

Becoming a couple was an easy choice for the two of them. It made them the happiest. Patton could barely wipe the smile off his face.

Everyone around them who cared were supportive; some jokingly pointing out how this should have happened sooner. His boyfriend’s large friend group and his reputation allowed for the news to spread quickly amongst the small community. There may have been some people who thought bad of them, but neither of them noticed nor cared. They had each other.

As it came closer to moving on with life, they both found courses in the same place for the two of them to pursue. They may not have been the most prestigious, but they were both willing to put a little bit aside for the other. No matter how much Patton tried to convince his partner, he was headstrong in staying with him as much as he could. Promises of love and devotion whispered between gentle kisses. He’d never felt more love, nor given so much.

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4) They were clearly being given good fortune.

The two found that they were put into the same dorm. Not the same room, but at least on the same floor. Patton couldn’t help the happy feeling that bubbled inside of him, along with the nervousness. They both settled into their own rooms before meeting up.

Both of their roommates were nice. Neither cared about sharing the room with a third party every now and then, but they were sure to insist that they hear nothing from the two of them. The comments were met with quick glances, blushes and laughter.

While they got sucked into their new schedules and commitments, they made time for each other. Meeting during short breaks between classes, using weekends whenever they could, working together in dorms. Patton would be sure to see all he could of his boyfriend’s work, enthusiastically sharing his love for it.

There were times when it got hard, but they could always find a way to work around it. Whether it be hard scheduling time together or accidentally venting frustrations. There would always be a moment where they would be able to come together and work through it all. Patton always smiled at the end, usually ending up with a hand over his mouth as he giggled at his boyfriend’s over the top, dramatic apologies. Whispered words, gentle kisses and the comforting feeling of strong arms around him left Patton with his hear swelling with love. He softly sighs and smiles every time.

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5) He didn’t expect exhaustion would lead to such a feeling.

It was after a particularly exciting day. Patton was pacing inside his partner’s dorm room waiting for his boyfriend’s return after his final project performance. He was sure it would go well, but there was still the anticipation.

He knew as soon as he heard the door at the end of the hallway slammed open and he heard the quick, heavy steps coming towards him. Patton turned to the suddenly opened door and a grin spread across his face as he was picked up by those arms, spun around and kissed deeply. It started softly and they parted with wide grins.

There was so much that the pair wanted to say, but for some reason, words were not coming. Smiles slowly slide off their faces and they got lost in each other. Not the time for words. Time to act.

Their lips found each other again, starting soft and gaining passion as it continued. It took until they were both desperate for them to part again. Lips never stopped, along with it came the muttered promise that the room was theirs for the night.

One action led to another and the night ended with Patton stroking his boyfriend’s hair as he lay on his chest. He felt tired, but in the best way possible. A soft smile spread on his face as he felt the steady breathing. Patton could not take his eyes off him. It was then he was certain. This is what love felt like.

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+1) How stupid he to think he could escape the past.

It was a crazy coincidence. The force that pulled them together in the first place just was not about to give up. Even after several years apart. Patton still smiled at him, despite the ache he felt.

The man was in front of him. Still looking as beautiful as he ever did, possibly even more so as he seemed to radiate a light. Something he’d never seen before.

His ears just about heard the words as he was spoken to. His gaze moved to the other person in the conversation. Practically his opposite.

Patton kept smiling. His bottom teeth hidden from the world.

Instead of bright and cheerful, the man seemed dark and had an air of gloom. Instead of looking approachable, he came across downright scary. Instead of being soft and squishable, he was hard and thin.

Patton smiled harder. Reaching out a hand to this man. Shaking his hand.

He thinks he introduced himself. He can’t remember.

It felt like an age. The ache continued. It got worse.

He kept himself smiling. His eyes wide and open. Friendly.

Finally. They left.

Patton kept smiling. Even as he watched them go. Even as he watched their hands intertwine.

He stopped when he saw the smiles on their faces. Eyes crinkled slightly.

He understood now.

This is what heartbreak felt like.

#Sanders Sides #My Writings #Patton Sanders #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Morality Sanders #Creativity Sanders #Anxiety Sanders #5 plus 1 Fic #First time writing something in a long time

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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 6 years

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O Fortuna Chapter 3: Realizations, a Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

Karin: Here’s another chapter from me—longer than the last (yay) so hopefully you guys like it. Also, if anyone was wondering why Marinette is nor more headstrong in this is because she has a lot of confidence and anxiety issues still because the Ladybug miraculous didn’t help her fix those issues since she gave it up.

Credit goes to Lokilust for helping me coming up with Marinette’s weapon in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Miraculous Ladybug.

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“I am the one thing in life I can control I am inimitable I am an original I’m not falling behind or running late I’m not standing still I am lying in wait.”

—Leslie Odom Jr. “Wait for it”, Hamilton

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Chapter Three: Realizations

Chat Noir raced down the steps of the studio and reached the bottom, releasing his transformation. Plagg flew up beside him.

“Nice performance back there, Lover boy.” Plagg deadpanned. Adrien rolled his eyes at the kwami.

“Plagg, now’s not the time. We gotta meet with Alya, Nino, and Marinette and go back to my place to help my father.” Adrien dismissed his kwami’s teasings and allowed Plagg to hide in his overshirt. Then he ran to go join his friends.

He met up with them on a glass bridge in the studio. Nino and Marinette gave sighs of relief when they caught sight of him.

“Nino! Marinette!” Adrien gave a cry of happiness. Nino grinned and hugged his friend, glad he was safe. Marinette couldn’t help but twiddle her thumbs, unsure on how to greet him after he put her in a safe place and she had moved to help Chat Noir. Adrien caught sight of her and approached her. “Are you okay, Marinette? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“I’m fine.” She replied. Adrien gave a sigh of relief. “How are you?”

“I’m okay.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Ah! But we gotta get back to my house now!”

“Then let’s go!” Ladybug said, and the four raced to the Agreste Mansion.

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“Nathalie! Where’s my father? He’s in danger!” Adrien shouted once they burst through the doors of his massive home. Nathalie walked up to greet them and inform them of the situation.

“He knows already.” She reassured Adrien. Gabriel appeared, standing at the top of the staircase. Marinette couldn’t help but grimace at how imposing he looked.

“Good evening, Ladybug.” Gabriel greeted formally. Adrien turned to reason with his father.

“Father! You have to hide! Jackady is coming straight here for you!”

“And be dictated by a madman? Certainly not.” Gabriel brushed off his son’s concern. This made Adrien only panic more.

“But father! He’s dangerous—who’s knows what he’ll do!” Adrien implored him. Gabriel turned his cold stare to his son.

“Head up to your room now. You had enough excitement for today. Nathalie, make sure they stay there.” He commanded his assistant. Nathalie gestured for Nino, Adrien, and Marinette to follow her, but Marinette backed away.

“Um… I think I should head home.” She spoke out, a hand clenched at her chest. “I’m worried about my parents and I don’t want them getting turned into zombies.” She explained, feeling very out of place with Nino and Adrien, along with Alya and Adrien’s father. Adrien’s father nodded, dismissing her. She nodded gratefully and ran out the doors.

“I apologize for my son, Ladybug.” Gabriel said to Ladybug. “He’s like his mother—far too overly dramatic.”

“But he’s right, you know.” Ladybug crossed her arms and defended Adrien. “Jackady is a real threat. You are in a lot of danger.”

Gabriel couldn’t help but give a fond smile, memories of a blonde girl pleading to him the same thing.

“What would I have to worry about with you here to protect me?” he placed a hand on her shoulder.

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“Woah! Nice place!” Nino whistled as they were led into Adrien’s room. “I’ve seen stadiums smaller than your room.”

“Make yourself at home. I’m going to take a shower.” Adrien causally said. Nino simply stared at him in confusion.

“Now?”

“What can I say? It’s the model in me.” Adrien grinned, shutting the door. He opened his shirt allowing Plagg to fly out.

“Why doesn’t my father ever listen to me?” the blonde growled.

“Plagg! Claws out!”

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Marinette exited the doors, intent on running home.

‘That’s right. Run home, little coward.’ The voice in her head sneered. ‘Leave Alya and Chat Noir to handle it and always get hurt. It’s not your problem.’

Marinette shook her head, trying to quell the guilt. She chose this life. She chose not to get involved with all of this akuma business the moment she gave Tikki up to Alya. She couldn’t do this anymore to herself. She was not meant to be a hero—look how well that turned out the first time she was Ladybug!

No, she couldn’t do this.

She almost was at the gate when she heard noises coming close to the entrance. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of Jackady’s soldiers coming close to the Agreste Mansion. She looked in between the gate and the mansion a couple of times, in conflict with herself.

‘But what if I can’t help?’ she asks herself. ‘What if I just get in the way again?’

The groaning of the soldiers grew louder and Marinette bit her lip, and then took off in the direction to the mansion’s doors.

Chat Noir’s eyes widened when he saw that Marinette had chosen to go back into his house. However, his attention focused soon on Jackady’s soldiers. Dread flooded in his system.

“Oh no…”

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Alya wanted to bang her head against a wall. She was going to throw stinky camembert at Adrien for every picture his father shown her of him. Plagg would find her predicament hilarious.

‘Well then I’ll just have to make Adrien choke down the cheese while I’m at it so Plagg can’t get any. There! Double torture.’ Alya grinned in her mind.

Suddenly, Chat Noir burst in from the window, shouting.

“Close off all exits! They’re coming! Get the self-defense system working! We need total lockdown!” he ordered. Gabriel silently began keying in codes to get the defense system up and running.

“How did you know about the defense system?” Gabriel asked, suspicious. The only ones that know about the house defense system are Adrien, Nathalie, and himself. Chat Noir jumped.

“Oh! Well—in a house like this there’s no way you wouldn’t have one, am I right?” he covered up his mistake.

“Well they won’t be getting in now. This house is built like a fortress.” Gabriel said assuredly. Nonetheless, the alarms went off indicating the soldiers got in. Alya gasped. Nino was all alone. She had to go save him!

“I need to get to Nino!” Alya told them. Gabriel nodded.

“Nathalie, take one of the remotes and take Ladybug with you.” Nathalie nodded. Her and Ladybug exited the room. Chat Noir ran to get the other remote.

“You need to get to the atrium as soon as possible! They’re coming!” the order made Gabriel frown.

“No one tells me what to do. Not even a superhero.” He scolded the teen. After all he’s been through over the years and now being ordered around by a teen? Pathetic.

“You’re in danger just like everyone else here! So stop pretending you’re above us all and do what I tell you to!” Chat Noir pointed at him. Gabriel’s eyes widened in shock that he was actually being yelled at by a teenager. A sense of déjà vu hit him, as if he was here before with someone else who said the same thing. Gabriel couldn’t help but smirk.

“Quite a temper.” he praised. “You remind me of someone.” he said fondly, rubbing his chin. Chat Noir just glared and headed out the door, leaving Gabriel alone with memories of a fiery blonde haired woman.

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Marinette made a face as she turned on the light bulb in the coat closet. She raced to the nearest hiding place she could once the soldiers and Jackady entered the house.

“Some hero I am.” Marinette grumbled. She began looking around for anything to fight with. “There’s gotta be something in here I can work with.” She dug around in some of the coat pockets, desperate for anything by this point.

“Ah-hah!” Marinette exclaimed, pulling out rubber bands. This caused her to frown. “Really?” she looked at the ceiling, exasperated. Her eyes then focused on the door, a determined glint in them. Her hand clenched the rubber bands.

“They’ll have to do.”

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Ladybug and Nathalie entered Adrien’s room. Nino approached them.

“Ladybug! What’s happening?”

“Jackady and his forces are here. We need to get you to a safe place.” Ladybug told Nino, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“What about Adrien?” Nino asked. Alya wanted to facepalm inside her mind. Of course! She still had to pretend Adrien was here.

“Where is he?” she questioned. Nino pointed to the bathroom.

“Taking a shower.” He answered. This made her raise an eyebrow.

“A shower?” that’s the best he could come up with?

“It’s the model in him.” Nino replied nonchalantly, shrugging. Alya shook her head.

“I’ll get him then. You go on ahead.” She said. Nino and Nathalie left and she ran up to the bathroom door.

“Chat?” she knocked. Chat Noir flopped through the door and Ladybug stared down at him with an amused expression. Chat stuck his tongue out at her.

“God, I can’t wait until you get a girlfriend to embarrass you with that lazy excuse.” Alya grinned. Adrien glared at her.

“You try coming up with an excuse on the spot like that.” Chat Noir retorted as he got up and brushed himself off.

Soldiers burst into the room, and the partners readied their weapons.

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Nino and Nathalie met Gabriel in the atrium. His ice blue eyes narrowed as he noticed the most important person missing.

“Where is my son?” he demanded. Worry began to bubble in the pit of his stomach. He couldn’t lose Adrien. He was ready to charge out of the atrium and go retrieve him himself.

“He’s coming.” Nino assured him. However, before Gabriel could take action, Jackady’s soldiers ran in through the door and advanced toward Gabriel. Gabriel readied a stance, ready to fight, but he wasn’t as young as he used to be, and definitely out of practice.

The soldiers advanced, and Gabriel tried to fight them off, but there was too many of them and he was captured. Jackady grinned as he entered the room, walking towards Gabriel with glee.

A rubber band struck the back of his head harshly, making him yell. He whipped his head around to see who dared to attack him.

There stood Marinette, another rubber band at the ready to shoot. She glared at Jackady with righteous anger.

“Release Mr. Agreste.” She demanded. She shot the rubber band at one of his minions. The soldier yelped as they let go of Gabriel. Jackady glared, readying his cards.

“I don’t think so! Simon says you’ll be a mouse!” he flung a card at her, but she dodged, shooting another rubber band at his hand, making him yowl in pain and drop his cards. She quickly shot another rubber band at his eye. “Ouch! You brat!”

“Nino! The cards!” Marinette shouted as she dodged a swipe from Jackady, who was so angry that he was trying to strangle her. She continued to shoot rubber bands at him. Without his cards, Jackady wasn’t able to give commands. Nino looked to the floor and began ripping up cards. Gabriel freed himsefl out of Jackady’s minions’ hold and ran to the cards. He ripped the final one and the akuma flew out.

“No! That can’t be!” Jackady cried. Marinette grinned and trapped the akuma in a jar. Jackady’s shoulder was tapped, and he turned to find Gabriel Agreste’s fist.

“Dude!” Nino shouted shocked. Who knew Adrien’s old man had it in him?

“That’s enough of that.” Adrien’s father said, dusting his hand off on his suit jacket. He turned his attention to the black haired girl. “I’ve seen you before…”

“Um yes sir.” Marinette spoke nervously. “I won your hat competition.” She clarified.

“Ah yes, Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Gabriel remembered now. Her craftsmanship was extraordinary. He knew she was going to go far with her talents. “It appears that I owe you a thank you.” he smiled at her. Marinette smiled at him shyly.

“It’s no problem, sir.” She said. Inside, she felt the guilt inside her shrink.

‘I did something right for once.’ She thought happily.

Ladybug and Chat Noir burst through the window, battle ready. Nonetheless, they noticed all the soldiers frozen and Jackady unconscious.

“What happened?” Ladybug asked. Nino looped an arm around Marinette’s shoulder and brought her forward.

“Dudes, you should’ve seen it! She shot Jackady with rubber bands! It was so awesome!” Nino praised. Marinette blushed bashfully.

“It wasn’t that special….” She said. Nino shook his head.

“No way! I’m telling you—she could give you guys a run for your money!” Nino told Chat Noir and Ladybug. Ladybug grinned, getting in Marinette’s face.

“Another superhero huh? I would love another girl around. It gets boring with just the mangy cat here.” Ladybug said to Marinette and jabbing a thumb at the cat superhero.

“Hey! I resent that, LB.” Chat Noir commented. He approached Marinette and kneeled in front of her, taking her hand. “Although, if you want to submit a resume for being a hero, I’d be glad to accept, Princess.” he told her, but before he could kiss her hand, Marinette snatched her hand back, waving both of them in front of her frantically.

“Oh no! I can’t be a hero! Nope! Not me!” Marinette venomously denied, feeling the conversation drifting into unfamiliar waters. She sweated, alarm bells going off in her head.

‘Please don’t let them figure out I was Ladybug!’ she begged. If they knew, they would all be disappointed in her for surrendering her duty as a hero to live a normal life. Alya would hate her for giving her the burden of being Ladybug. The guilt began piling up fast, making her throat close up.

“I believe they are right, Mademoiselle.” Gabriel said. He walked closer to them. “Without you here, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me.”

She rotated her head to look at each of them, wringing her hands. She took steps back towards the door.

“Oh well would you look at the time? Maman and Papa will be worried! Gotta go bye!” she opened the door and ran out, slamming it behind her.

All of the remaining occupants blinked, unsure of what just happened. Gabriel turned back to the two heroes and handed Chat Noir the jar with the akuma inside. When he held out his hand to receive the jar, Gabriel caught sight of the Black Cat Miraculous. Its shining paw print making an imprint in his mind.

“Thanks a lot, Mr. Agreste!” Chat Noir said. Ladybug and Chat Noir went to the window and bid farewell.

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Gabriel sighed as he entered his son’s room, finding Adrien looking out his window. Adrien turned to see his father, with a questioning expression.

However, his emerald eyes widened when he felt Gabriel embrace him. Finally, he relaxed into his father’s hold and smiled. Gabriel smiled as well, slowly opening his eyes, but his eyes locked onto a certain piece of jewelry he’s seen somewhere before…

“Where did you get this?” he demanded, separating from Adrien. The blonde crossed his arms and grew defensive.

“Nowhere. Just some jewelry store near school.” Adrien replied.

“I… see.” Gabriel said slowly, realization hitting him. The shock assaulting him all over making him feel ill. He excused himself and retreated to his office. He went to the attached bathroom and threw cold water on his face. He gasped, looking himself in the mirror, taking in his features.

‘There’s no way… it can’t be.’ But it was staring at him in the face. The heavy realization that his son possessed a Miraculous was mocking him. He’d recognize that ring anywhere.

He used to wear it.

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Marinette sat on her balcony in an oversized pink hoodie and pajama pants with chibi hamsters on them. She felt cozy in her red panda slippers and her hands were wrapped around a hot, steaming cup of coco. A serene smile rested on her face as she observed the city from her spot on her balcony.

“Hello, Princess.” Chat Noir greeted her, landing on her balcony with grace. Marinette gave a yelp and nearly dropped her cup of hot chocolate. Her eyes narrowed at the sudden appearance of one of Paris’ superheroes.

‘At least it’s not Alya—that would’ve been awkward.’ Marinette thought.

“Um, hello, Chat Noir.” Marinette greeted, unsure on how to proceed with this alien encounter. “What is it? Is there an akuma?” Marinette looked around, having enough with those things for the day.

“No, no!” Chat Noir assured her, waving his hands. He placed one of the gloved hands behind his head, smiling sheepishly. “No akuma! Just… wanted to talk! Yeah!”

“Talk?” her bright blue eyes blinked amongst the darkness, reminding Chat Noir of a cloudless sky on a sunny day.

“Yeah! Talk.” Chat repeated. They stood there staring awkwardly at each other, each confused on how to proceed.

“So…. Talk about what?” she asked finally. Chat jumped, clearly not having planned this out.

“Oh well—just wanted to thank you for today.” He replied. He placed his hands on his hips, trying to look macho. “Ladybug and I couldn’t have done it without you today, and you saved Gabriel Agreste—which is very important to Adrien Agreste—and just gotta say that it was very cool on how you defeated Jackady.” he explained in a rush. The raven haired girl nodded.

“So you came all this way to tell me that?” she asked. Chat nodded. Marinette couldn’t help but let out a laugh at him. “You didn’t need to do that, Chat Noir. I didn’t really do much, and anyone would’ve done the same.”

Chat Noir shook his head, his messy blonde locks flying about.

“No. There’s a lot of people that wouldn’t have.” He told her seriously. Marinette blushed, averting her eyes as she dug a spot into the pavement with her slipper. Chat cleared his throat.

“Anyway, so you sure you wouldn’t want to be a hero?” he asked her teasingly. Marinette rolled her eyes.

“I’m good, Chat Noir.” She told the superhero. “I’ll keep my civilian life, thanks.” She clutched her mug tighter.

‘Coward.’ The voice in her mind hissed.

“Such a shame.” He grinned at her. “Oh well! I guess I can settle for saving you all the time—a knight must always protect his princess after all!” he teased her. Marinette glared at him and flicked his nose. “Ouch!”

“I’ll pass.” She deadpanned. Chat couldn’t help but grin at her answer.

“It was worth a try I guess.” He said, jumping onto her railing, tail swishing. “See you around, Princess!” he bid her adieu.

“Go on and go annoy Ladybug, Chat.” She dropped formalities. Chat’s expression turned tender as he looked down at her.

“Marinette?” he called. She turned her ocean eyes to him. “Thank you.” He smiled. With that, he was off her balcony and racing across Paris’ buildings.

Marinette blushed and grumbled about mangy cats being weird.

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Karin: How was it? Good? Bad? So we get to know more about Gabriel and some more MariChat. Also in case anyone was wondering, during Dark Cupid, Chat never got effected because he never stopped this Ladybug (alya) to confess feelings like he did with Marinette so he never got shot with an arrow. Marinette did help Alya and Adrien with the Evillustrator because he wanted to go on a date with her so she reluctantly helped them with Alya protecting Chloe and Adrien protecting Marinette, and that’s how Chat knows Marinette. Some akumas haven’t happened (like Copycat and Lady Wifi) because Chat isn’t jealous of other guys pursuing Alya (he treats her like a sister) and Alya is Ladybug in this universe so obviously she hasn’t been akumatized.

I hope I conveyed a sibling bond with Alya and Adrien—there’s nothing romantic going on between them.

If you have any questions, feel free to review or PM me and I’ll be more than happy to talk to you about stuff.

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shadow-and-mist · 5 years

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Saints of Blasphemy: Chapter 1

"Pilot"

It's been hours since the lights had been switched off. Stillness claimed all the building as the rumble faded slowly within the dark. Soon after, it left it's place to rising snoring voices of the thin breathing shadows of big breathing fleshes. A man with a flashlight shattered the darkness that was laid on his way, walking with a baton on his left hand; causing echoing tickerings that would wake up the most vicious beasts in their light sleep. Not that all those animals are known for being the light sleepers already, ready to strike and guard in moment of distress even if they're deeply dreaming about the girl they used to see next door. The man walked around 45 feet forward, leaving footprints of thrice amount, with two big guys accompanying him. He was not afraid and took brave steps until he reached his destination.

"Saints. It's time to get up."

The man with the baton spoke with a commanding voice, directing the light right onto the bunk bed that the men were sleeping on. The man on the top murmured with a sleepy voice, as his peer straightened up a tiny bit without any grumbling. A sudden strike on the iron with the body of the hard baton got the murmuring guy tumbling out of the bed, and it now woke all the beasts, and flinched some.

"Ahh... Was it... Was it really necessary? I was going to get up anyway... Gah..."

The man was either in a brief shock caused by the sudden violent voice or he had trouble waking up. No matter which is the case, the man that ruined his sweet sleep replied with a voice varying from the sincere friend to the boss.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Now get up. Hurry."

The guy on the bottom didn't even flinch at the sudden strike, he slowly got up and washed his face at the sink that was just next to their bed, as the other one continued talking after clearing his throat.

"Well, I know how much you like to take me to a night trip, Jerry, but please, can't I get some... like... me time or something? Like, you're more tedious than my ex, Natasha, you know..."

"You never had a girlfriend named Natasha."

His peer replied with a mild smile after drying off his face with a cheap gray towel that was probably white once. Then they both slowly took a stand against the source of light; head down, wrists over each other and arms extended forward.

"Well, yeah, you're right, brother. You know very well that I don't have a thing with Russian chicks no matter how hot they are."

The jailor in lead, Jerry, carefully placed his baton to it's socket and unlocked the prison door with wary steps as his men walked into the cell with a rush, handcuffing the brothers and taking a deep breath afterwards. Jerry, filled with the air of safety, too, slowly walked towards the brothers with a proud manner.

"Uhm... Hey, Jerry... Is your wife Russian? I could always make an excepti-" Jerry punched the talking brother in the face before he could finish his sentence and covered his big mouth with his hand, which is even bigger.

"Shut the fuck up now, Tommy, you know that I have the keys of the solitary.

"You know that it won't stop him, right?" his peer replied with a bored face now.

"Jesus, how do you even endure this, Jeff? he replied to the man as he took a step back. Tommy's smile, swimming in blood, was revealed and he licked it as they all started walking in the hall.

"You've been hearing him for only five years now. Add fifteen to that, and you get used to it. Barely."

As they were walking in the dark, this time with more feet in harmony, grunting and growling voices could be heard from the men in other cages. It was not the first time that the jailor woke everyone with a crash, even the neutrals that were doing their best to stay away from trouble were furious. They all blamed the duo, the Saints, and they got reasons to blame them.

"So, Jerry, did you ever bang a Russian?" Tommy asked out of nowhere and the jailor remained silent. Having no response, he turned to his brother, Jeff and whispered.

"She was probably an agent anyway."

Jeff was enjoying the view that his brother's blabbering was capturing the jailor's mind, bothering, and, even, maddening him along the road. It took five minutes walking between the roaring cells, and ten more under the bright lights. Every jailor and every clerk that faced them grimaced, almost looking disgusted of their presence. They made it to the biggest room in the whole building and Jerry knocked the door and entered in alone.

"Here we go again."

"Just leave it to me." Jeff replied his complaining brother when the jailor Jerry appeared once again.

"The manager is waiting for you. Tommy, don't forget to mention about crazy adventures with your... imaginary girlfriends. I'm sure Mr. Jones would like to hear about them." he said and departed with his men with laughter.

"Yeah Jerry, don't forget to mention me to your wife! I'll be expecting a call!" he shouted and Jeff dragged him inside the room.

The room was looking formal, tidy and black. Three things that Tommy couldn't stand. The man in the room, the so-called manager was slightly overweight, wearing a white striped black suit with galluses, smoking a Cuban cigar and gazing directly to the duo.

"What the hell did you guys do? Do you know about the consequences? Have you ever thought about it?"

"What about it?" Jeff was rather calm when the manager was in distress.

"Do you know about the man you recently killed, Jeff?"

"Yeah, sure. Which one?"

"You're surely driving me crazy here. You know, the one that you slit the throat of? Ring any bells?"

"All due respect, you're not being very specific here." he answered with a serious voice, which got the manager rising. He stood up and got to the yelling part quickly after.

"You slit his throat for fucking fourteen times, Jeff! His head was gonna draw apart from his body. Everything in his cell was painted red with his blood!

"Oh, yeah, that was a good one." Tommy laughed and approved but Jeff didn't even take his keen eyes off the manager.

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy!" the manager yelled out with all his voice. He was left breathless afterwards and opened the side window to get some air in.

"How did you get in his cell in the first place? He was a max-secured case... I just don't get it. This isn't a fucking playground. Just because you're sentenced to death, it doesn't mean you should bring the fucking death!"

"He committed a sin."

"Oh, yeah? That's what they taught you back in the church, Jeff? Be a slasher if someone commits a sin?"

"Oh, you would be surprised." Tommy got in once again with an attempt to share laughter, but seeing the furious eyes of the manager, he stepped back.

"What did he do, anyway? Did he call you a son of a bitch or something?!"

"Well, not me."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You killed a valuable prisoner just because he said some shit? Your Tom there left no mothers in their peace, Jeff!"

After a few minutes of silence, the manager, now with a calmer manner, poured some news to the brothers with a glimpse of both satisfaction and despair in his eyes.

"You should know that they're asking for execution. This time there's no bailing out of this. Even if they don't put you on the chair, Russians and Italians will get you done for good. You got no friends left here."

"We don't need any. We never needed one."

"You're not aware of the situation, are you? You guys are really bigot, bloodthirsty monsters."

The so-called brothers stood still as the manager looked at them in the eye for two or three minutes. His eyes were now filled with only despair, it looked like he was pitying, or even, feeling sorry for the duo. He made a quick call to the Jerry and other jailors that were in charge of the solitary.

"The court will decide on the execution matter this Monday. Five days from now. Tomorrow you can go back to your cell, after it's search is finished, but I recommend staying in the solitary and spending those five days together. Alive."

The jailors knocked the door and took the silent brothers. As they were leading the men to solitary, Jerry was very amused that that they were going to the boxes. It meant a victory for him. He messed with Tommy on the road but the Saints were unresponsive to anything they said or done. They both were thinking and saving their words. Jerry opened the door of one of the closed, dark iron cages and waited Jeff to get in.

"What time is it, Jerry? I'll have the lawyer visiting me as early as possible."

"It's five, but you can't make a call anyway, so enjoy your misery here."

"And why's that we can't make a call?" Tommy asked curiously and Jerry looked at his mates to prepare them for the moment.

"Because, I, don't feel like it is needed.""

"I just wish your dad didn't say the same thing about condoms, you shit."

"Oh, just get in the box and cry me a river, Tom."

Jeff was standing in the dark, waiting for Tommy to get in, but he didn't intend to step back as he was very furious. All the laughing and mocking of the jailors did nothing but to add to his rage. He was keeping himself back, constantly checking his brother's face, looking like waiting for permission but Jeff was just shaking his head slowly to each side.

"Yeah, listen to your big brother and get in now, Tom." Jerry said with a serious voice in middle of a laughter and Tommy took it as a humiliating challenge and just stood upright in front of the door, not moving a bit and gazing at Jerry.

"Tommy, just get in. No more trouble."

Jeff said, knowing that it would be no use. Jerry, seeing his headstrong stance, pointed Tommy with his finger and his men kicked the young boy down and beat him up with batons for a minute or two. They threw the Tommy like a garbage sack to the solitary cell and closed the big, iron door afterwards. Jeff walked to his brother that was laying on the floor and offered his hand to get him up but he refused when Jerry's smirk covered the sliding window on the door.

"I don't care what the manager says, you'll be here for days, no food, no water. Perhaps then you will learn how to behave, fucktard."

The sliding window was then closed and it now was totally dark inside. The laughter of the jailors faded with distance and Tommy slowly crawled to a corner. The brothers' eyes didn't adapt to the dark yet, but hearing the coughing and spitting, Jeff realized that his brother was having trouble breathing.

"Lungs?"

"I'll kill that bastard."

"He didn't do anything."

"I'll kill those two motherfuckers too!"

"You did it to yourself, Tom. Manager was right about one thing, you gotta think about the consequences."

Tommy stopped coughing and his breathing turned to normal after a five minutes or so, the dark now was accompanied with a complete silence which bothered him.

"Then why did you kill that man? You knew that, he was not our business."

Jeff remained silent and he crouched to a corner as well.

"You think they'll put us on the chair this time?" Tom continued.

"No."

"You still trust that old fuck? He sold us out, bro. Don't you get it?"

"I trust no one, Tommy. Especially him."

"Then how can you be so calm?"

Jeff, again, didn't reply and he lied on the floor. Using his arm like a pillow, he made himself comfortable on the hard consecrate ground.

"Take some sleep, will you?"

Tommy didn't say anything in response. He crouched down and hugged his legs. He stood like that for five to ten minutes until the sense of exhaustion took over his body, and he too, slowly gave up himself to sleep.

It was not the first time they were locked up in a small box, or young, chatty one took a harsh beating. The execution warning was not new to the brothers either, but Tommy was feeling different this time. He was not afraid of dying but who would welcome the death anyway? He knew something was happening but they hid it from him. As he had nothing in his hands more, all he could do was to trust in his big brother, Jeff, who also have been acting very strange lately. The bond between the so-called Saints were very unique, they wouldn't mind to kill or die behalf each other, which came from the sense of family, which made them brothers in the first place.

While they were sleeping on the floor, approaching footsteps beyond the door opened the tired eyes of Jeff. The door got opened and four officers, that were not with Jerry, looked inside and called for Jeff, when Tommy was, again, murmuring in his half-sleep.

Jeff quickly got up to answer the call and followed the officers. Jailors were leading him to meeting room with a rush, Jeff didn't say a word on the road but he was confused that Jerry wasn't there. It was early for his shift to be done and there was no chance that they slept for more than five hours already. He entered the meeting room to see his lawyer, wearing an expensive dark-scarlet suit and looking at him with arrogant eyes. Jailors took him to his seat and engaged to lock his handcuffs to the table, but the lawyer insisted that it was not necessary. The jailors nod and left, now it was only Jeff and the swelled head in the room, facing each other.

"I got some news, dear Jeff."

"Good ones or the bad ones?"

"Depends on you. They really want to put you on the chair this time."

After a few seconds of silence, a grin covered the face of the lawyer and he continued.

"Congratulations."

"I did what you asked. Get to the good news."

"Well, the request will be discussed on Monday. I can do something about it."

"And?"

"Did you do your part of the deal, Jeff?"

"I got the man. He can't talk anymore, so your dirty arses should be safe."

"Yes, but did you get any papers, or a phone, anything?"

"His cell was empty."

"How do you know?"

"They always tell the truth when they're against me. Especially if I am holding my knife."

"I see...I have one more request, then."

"We had a deal, and I did my part. Now it's your turn."

"I don't think you're on a seat that you can negotiate, Jeff. Do not get angry, I have only one more request. A small one. Then I'll get you two out of this."

Jeff was feeling stuck. He knew that he was dealing with the devil himself, but he had no other chance. He was in the hands of the man, and he could ask for anything to be done and then leave the brothers to trail of the incoming death. Jeff knew the danger, but he had no chance but to agree to his terms. They discussed the "small request" that was undeniable, and jailors came and took Jeff when his meeting time was over.

"Two days. I'll see you Friday morning."

Jeff said and gazed upon the lawyer as he was being taken out. He expected to be in the solitary once again, but instead, the jailors dragged him to the other way. The other prisoners, seeing that they're out of their pit now, were clenching their fists and expecting the jailors to leave. Another group of jailors were dragging Tommy there as well, and he was swearing to some other men that were threatening him on the road. The brothers, formed together at the entrance of the prison yard, facing all the other convicts, knew that they were the food in a lion's cage.

"Oh, hey, brother. So, what do we do now?" Tommy asked with a worried voice.

"We stay alive."

#story #saints of blasphemy

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