#for gabrielle to have really stumbled but also really had to deal with things

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Monsters in Mandela: The Fool’s Errand

TW: Blood and mild body horror

A call is made about a disturbance at the St. Gabriel Church, Lieutenant Thatcher Davis and Sergeant Ruth Weaver are sent down to investigate, accidentally stumbling into something they never should have.

“911 what is your emergency?”

“I was passing by the old church, the uh, Saint Gabriel Church, and I heard strange noises coming from inside.”

“What do the noises sound like?”

“It sounds like someone talking really loudly, I’ve… also heard some screaming coming from there.”  

“Do you see anyone?”

“No. I only hear something.”

“Alright, we’ll send officers down to go look at it.”

...

“Disturbance call, this should hopefully be easy to deal with,” Thatcher Davis said to his partner Ruth Weaver as the two headed up to check on the church, “I’ve never actually been so close to this old place, it’s been closed down since we were kids, maybe longer, who on earth would try to go there now?” he said

“Place your bets, is it a group of dumb kids performing a seance or a group of ‘ghost hunters’ getting themselves scared?” Ruth joked, Thatcher gave a small laugh to her response. 

She parked the car in front of the old place, a massive stone structure atop a small hill, surrounded by a graveyard next to the main road. it seemed out of place in a small town like Mandela County, even being covered in graffiti at this point. The two stepped towards the doors, a strange symbol had been painted on the front doors, it gave Ruth a slight shiver looking at it. Something about it bothered her, it looked out of place next to the rest of the graffitti.

There was a lock and chain on the door, Thatcher thought it was odd, but those thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang and a shout coming from the inside. He grabbed the lock, it practically crumbled from years of rust in his hands. Thatcher pushed against the heavy front door. It creaked loudly as he opened it. It let out a gust of cold wind, Ruth pulled her jacket tighter. She got an uneasy feeling, like they shouldn’t be there. She pushed that aside, they had a job to do.

The air in the place was freezing as the two entered. Running their flashlights along the huge room, they saw pews leading up to an altar, well, the remains of an altar. Now it was a rotting pile of wood. stained glass windows running along the sides, everything was covered in thick amounts of dust and it smelled like mildew and rotting wood. Thatcher cleared his throat and called out,

“Hello? MCPD, Anyone there?” 

No sound returned except the echoes of Thatcher's words. The two continued to walk through only the sound of their footsteps rang through the church.

He ran his flashlight across the pews, staring at the stained glass at the front just above the altar’s spot, it looked like an angel in the visage of the glass. Thatcher felt a deep discomfort looking at it, the eyes of the glass almost seemed to be looking right at him. The smile it had seemed a little too big. He looked away from it, no need to freak himself out over a stupid stained glass window. 

Ruth stopped Thatcher. 

“I heard something.” she whispered. She walked briskly towards the front, past the rows which formerly held a choir and up the small set of steps leading to the front. Thatcher quickly followed behind as she stopped where the altar once was. Ruth tapped her foot against the floorboards, causing a hollow creak as opposed to the solid wood they had just been walking on.

“What the hell?” Thatcher breathed out as Ruth yanked at the boards, they lifted into a trapdoor, revealing a passage under the church.

“Listen.” Ruth said, the two listening closely to the passage, the cold, musty air down below brushing over them. Thatcher’s eyes widened, he heard a quiet sound, it sounded like shuffling, a person moving, or dragging something. She moved to go down before Thatcher stopped her.

“I don’t like this Weaver,” he looked back to her, “This whole thing is giving me the creeps, something's not right.” Before she could say anything the two suddenly heard something, it sounded like a person calling out, hello,

“I know you're freaked out, but I have to go check, what if someones hurt? I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't try to make sure.” she responded, he nodded

“I’ll stay up here and keep an eye out then,” Thatcher said, “Shout if you need help ok?” Ruth held up a thumbs up before descending down the passage. She turned on her light, shining it across the room.

A crypt

Ruth’s face twisted at the overwhelming smell of mildew and rot. She stepped carefully forward, flashing the light down the many halls. She knew some churches had crypts in their basements, but she hadn’t expected one down here, much less one this big. She continued, listening for the shuffling and following the direction that it seemed to be coming from. Her flashlight shone on the concrete floor, her stomach twisted slightly, there were dark stains splattered across the floor. The shuffling sound had stopped, and she heard another, a groan.

“Hello?” she called out. The voice let out another groan. 

"Hello? It's okay, I'm a police officer, I'm here to help."

Shuffling again, the sound was coming closer, a figure turned the corner of the crypt hallway. Ruth dropped her light, gasping and turning on her heel.

The person was dead, their skin was practically gray and falling off their bones and its milky eyes had looked directly into Ruth. She sprinted towards the passage, without her flashlight it was the only light in the dark. She could hear the sound of more shuffling, more dead groans echoing. Ruth had to get out.

…

“THATCHER!”

SLAM

Thatcher jumped, turning quickly to find the door shut.

“RUTH!” He immediately grabbed at the edges and started pulling, but it wasn’t budging. He kept pulling, the jagged edge of the wood door digging into his fingers as he did. He could hear her shout and bang against it, Thatcher tried to muster every ounce of strength he had to get the door open.

Until Thatcher felt the back of his jacket being pulled, yanking him back and throwing him from the trapdoor. He fell down the short staircase. He looked up, seeing the figure that grabbed him. His eyes widened when he realized it wasn’t a person. The way it moved wasn’t human, hunched over with gangly arms. It snarled at him as he stumbled up, backing slowly. The face was stretched like a muzzle, with sharp teeth. It looked like a humanoid dog. Its yellow bloodshot eyes burned into Thatcher as he stepped back, he didn’t want to leave Ruth, but this thing was standing between him and the door trapping her. Thatcher took a quick glance to the church doors, they were still open, he took a running start towards it.

Only for it to immediately slam in his face

“NO!” he shook at it, pulling at the doors, but much like the door holding Ruth this wasn’t budging. He saw the monster start running towards him, so he abandoned the door idea and ran around the pews. He had one idea to get out, and he hoped it would work.

The glass of the side window shattered as Thatcher jumped through it, hitting the gravel outside. He tried to stand up just as fast as he fell, gravel and glass scraped his hands and knees as he ran. Fumbling for his radio, he tried to call for Ruth.

“Ruth! Ruth! I’m in trouble but don’t worry, I’m-I’m gonna get help ok, I’m going to come back for you ok?” He let out breathlessly, he continued to run, hearing the sound of something running behind him.

...

Ruth could hear his voice crackle through as she ran down the crypt. She abandoned the door, standing there she could end up killed. She’d seen zombie movies, she knew regardless of what was fact or fiction literal corpses coming to life and chasing her couldn’t end well. The zombie was also fast, faster than she expected. She hid in one of the hallways, an indent in the wall was enough cover for her to stop and try to get her heart to stop racing. Ruth ran over her options, flashlight was gone, it wasn’t too dark to see but she’d be in trouble if she got lost, worst case scenario she could use her gun, and Thatcher was preoccupied so he couldn’t help, by how frantic he sounded on the radio something was going on up there as well. 

Ruth had to get out of there, she wasn’t going to leave her daughter without a mother.

She took a deep breath and drew her gun out, slowly walking out and keeping as quiet as she could, gun raised. The zombies seemed to be gathered at the base of the ladder, waiting for her. It was risky, but there was a possibility she could distract them. Ruth aimed her gun down the corridor, and fired. The sound echoed down, the horde shuffling towards the noise. She waited and watched as they got further and further away. Ruth sprinted towards the ladder, she reached towards it.

She didn’t know one had stayed behind.

It grabbed her, pulling her back and a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Ruth yelled, thrashing in an attempt to get it to let go. She opted for slamming the corpse against one of the crypt walls in a desperate attempt to get it to let go. It released her, tearing at the skin of her shoulder as she made a mad dash for the ladder, scrambling up as she heard the rest of them coming back towards her. She shoved the door open, and ran, running past the pews and through the church doors, both now wide open. Running towards the car, Ruth stumbled and fell forward.

She took deep heavy breaths as the exhaustion was settling in and the adrenaline was going down. This caused the pain in her shoulder to shoot through her body more, Ruth tried to push herself back up, but her strength was sapped from her.

“Thatcher!” She called out, exhausted. The pain was getting more intense, in not just her arm, but her head, her chest, her legs. It was getting to be too much, Ruth collapsed, lying on the ground. Tears ran down her face, this was it, she was going to die and she would never see her daughter ever again.

“Help!” She called out, her voice cracked, “Help! Please…” Her vision became spotty and Ruth lost consciousness.

…

“10-18! An officer is down and there is an immediate threat, we need backup now!” Thatcher practically yelled into his radio, the thing was still chasing him, he could hear its footsteps behind him as he sprinted through the graveyard behind the church. It lunged, catching a clawed hand against Thatcher’s leg, he stumbled, falling and rolling down the hill slightly. His leg burned with a stinging pain. Thatcher yelled into his radio again,

“Backup, We need backup, please we need help-”

Its teeth bit down into his arm, Thatcher screamed. The beast held firm, and he scrambled for the gun at his waist. Once it was out of the holster he fired the gun towards the monster, it let go. He fired another round at it before pulling himself up, ignoring the screaming pain in the wounds on his arm and leg. He just needed safety, running behind a mausoleum and taking a moment to breathe. Thatcher listened for any sound of the beast, but he could only hear his own haggard breaths. 

He looked back towards the church, the entrance was open again. Ruth might have gotten out, Thatcher looked at the monster, it hadn’t moved. He sprinted  back up the hill, the gash in his leg making him stumble slightly. Ignore the pain, focus on getting back there, back to Ruth, to safety. Thatcher ran towards the open doors, shouting Ruth’s name. 

Thatcher saw something on the ground, a figure in front of the church. He stumbled closer to see it was Ruth lying there, unmoving.

“Ruth!” he shouted, running towards his fallen friend and kneeling down to her. There was a massive wound on her shoulder, soaking her shirt in blood. He shook her, no response.

“No…” he choked, “Please you… you can’t…” Thatcher hiccuped, unable to keep himself from sobbing, first he was attacked, running for his life for god knows how long, he was exhausted and in pain, and now Ruth was…

He stopped when he heard a small groan and saw Ruth stir slightly. She lifted her head, 

“Thatcher? What… Where…” she said weakly.

“Oh god,” he sighed with relief, “Take my hand, I’ve got you.” Thatcher started to pull her up, ignoring the burning pain in his arm and leg.

“You… You’re bleeding.” she said

“I’m fine, don’t focus on me, just stay awake ok?” He wrapped her arm around his shoulder and held onto her waist, moving slowly and carefully. Thatcher could hear the sounds of sirens, an ambulance and another police car driving up to where they were.

Now they show up. Thatcher thought, he moved towards the paramedics, 

“Help, she’s hurt.” Thatcher called out, letting a paramedic take Ruth from him. An officer tried to talk to him, but he felt his own vision getting spotty. Another paramedic caught him as he fell and blacked out.

…

Both were taken to the hospital, it was all a blur at that point, Ruth remembered waking up intermittently, being driven in the ambulance with an unconscious and bleeding Thatcher, waking up to her wounds freshly patched, her daughter Joanna coming into the hospital to see her, being allowed to see Thatcher, seeing Dave stop by, and speaking to a fellow officer about what to put down for a report, they took a tape in to record and transcript everything. When it seemed like the dust settled she and Thatcher came back to the station, only to be asked to see the chief individually, Thatcher going first.

Ruth watched through the window of the police chief's office. She couldn’t hear a word, but she didn’t like seeing Thatcher’s eyes widen, before he looked like he was protesting, and the chief stopped him as his head hung low, nodding to something and signing his report. He exited, and just looked sadly towards Ruth. She watched him go, and she was told to go in to sign off on the report.

“So I just have to sign and go right?” she said.

“About that,” The chief started, “I’ve overheard the audio you and Mr Davis gave and for the official reports we’ve had to include changes.”

“Changes? To an official report? Sir I don’t think-”

“The reports are public Ms Weaver, and frankly the stories sound unbelievable, so for the public record, you were both attacked by a burglar” The chief interrupted.

"What? This is ridiculous! I know what I saw! I wasn't attacked by some random burglar it was a group of the undead-"

"And we need to be taken seriously Ms Weaver, we cannot put a fantasy in a police report, Mr Davis has already agreed to a new version of the report for his side and if you want to keep your position as Sergeant I suggest the same for you." 

Ruth wanted to continue protesting, but this was a battle she was going to lose, so she signed the paper. Leaving the room and slamming the door.

She exited the station. Ruth saw Thatcher was also sitting outside, smoking a cigarette.

“God those fuckers! They’ve written nothing but bullshit in that report!” Ruth’s eyebrows furrowed and she crossed her arms, huffing in disdain.

“Lying about what was in there, I know what I saw.” she said, Thatcher still didn’t respond, and she looked at him, he stared straight ahead.

“Thatcher?”

“I know you’re mad about the report but, god would you even believe what happened to us?” He said his voice quiet, Ruth let out a sigh. The two sat in silence for a long time, both wanted to ask the other about details, but neither really wanted to pry.

"Do you… feel okay?" Thatcher asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

"I mean… I guess, as okay you can feel nearly dying, are you?”

“I dunno… I’ve got… a weird feeling. It’s probably nothing, I think the shock is still getting to me.” Thatcher said. 

“I guess I do to, I…” she paused, mulling over what to say, “What attacked you wasn’t human… was it.” she asked

“No… definitely not, and… you-”

“No I don’t… think it was”

More silence

“I’m only asking because I want to make sure I’m not crazy or making up stuff in my head to cope or something.” Ruth said.

“Yeah, I think if you weren’t there I would have convinced myself it was something normal like a burglar.” Thatcher took his cigarette box out and offered one to Ruth, she shook her head. The two sat in uncomfortable silence yet again.

“Are you good to drive yet?” She asked, attempting to change the topic

“No, I called Dave to get me.” He responded

“I’ll join you two then, beats taking the bus.” 

Another beat of silence. Ruth scooted slightly closer to him.

“You know, if you need anything you can call me.” Ruth said giving him a smile, Thatcher nodded,

“Of course, and if you call I’ll be there too,” he replied.  

Both of them felt pits in their stomachs, a feeling of dread that neither could shake off, and both pushed the feeling aside, hopeful things would turn out fine.

#tmc au #tmc mim au #thatcher davis #ruth weaver #my fics #guess thats a tag now? ahaha #im not a writer BUT i figured hey #maybe it'll be fun #tmc #if you see any mistakes no you don't #blood #body horror

[lilaqpetal]

THE MANDELA CATALOG

heeeeeyyy guys :]

i recently saw the mandela catalog vol1 had been remastered and i SCREAMED because as an analog horror lover + avid mandela catalog enthusiast, this was sorta new content and i immediately watched it when it came out.

honestly.. wow. it was amazing! some people say it was underwhelming and missed a few scenes.. but i didn’t mind! it was a new style and alex really showed his expansion and improvement. im so happy for him and im happy he’s wanting to possibly remaster the series<3

anyway, the post for today is just recent mandela catalog art i wanted to share!! i have a big lore thing made up in my little brain and im infatuated with it at the moment. its too long to go indepth, but if any of the art involves any of my made up lore— i will explain!!

lets delve into this little alternate world :]

ART!

up first is cesar!! i wanted to draw my version of cesar + his alternate so here it is!… plus angel gabriel. hes just a little funky guy

upcoming tw for eyestuff!

ok.. so the eyes rolling back into his head was meant to look like cesar morphing into the alternate.. but idk, it didnt look right but i still kept it anyway!

gabriel just wants mcdonalds bro. he needs his sprite why do you think he killed the real angel gabriel

ver. 2

listen… i just wanna cope okay.. two of my favourite characters died faster than me trying to spell “existential”. in my eyes, mark and cesar were neighbours of course- but i see them as sorta best friends.

i believe since cesar’s alternate caused mark to yk… unalive, mark kinda blames cesar for it, when it truly wasn’t his entire fault.

im just tryna cope for two best friends dying

:(

this is just interpretations of my mark and cesar alternates.. the last of my tmc art so far! i luv them so much

mark is just… mark. he’s a little melancholic and wanders too far, but he means no harm.

eliza is just my tmc oc, she kinda just has to deal with these two idiots in her house. cesar, because he did try to murder her, but failed and mark- because he stumbled into her house.

about the “human!cesar” part.. in my little au/lore whatever, “alternates” are created due to a sprout infecting its host, taking over the systems within, basically like a parasite. i believe that inside alternate cesar, there is still somewhat some humanity left, therefore creating the existence of normal cesar inside. however, cesar managing to control himself is rare, so i think of it like the alternate sprout is around 90% of him, whilst the rest is him. cesar has little clips in reality where he is able to talk to mark before the sprout takes control again.

mark is an exception, however. since mark had killed himself beforehand, he has more control over himself due to his self-inflicted death and not the alternate killing him. therefore, when the sprout infected him, it had less of an impact, but he is still considered an alternate.

the entire thing seems a mess, i know.. but its cool to me!! even without my oc there, i still think of this idea. its my own way of coping with character death whilst also trying to keep the elements of the original horror.

and cesar! there’s not much to explain here. the alternate does bite, so don’t touch his jaw.

don’t open your eyes at night though. he will be watching.

that’s really it (for now)! as you can tell i really enjoy tmc and i will stay for its future progress! its a great analog horror and if you haven’t checked it out yet, i recommend it!!

if you made it this far, thanks for reading!

ily all<3

#the mandela catalogue #cesar torres #mark heathcliff #the mandela catalog fanart #tmc #tmc fanart #tmc fanmade lore #lore #oc #alternate #tmc alternate #angel gabriel #analog horror #i drew all these listening to machine girl #i will draw the other characters someday.. #cesar torres my beloved #bad decison mark! #cope #coping #i cope with au #i somehow cope with analog horror #i love making these

[redwoodwv-hq]

Name: Harper Castillo Age: 41 Town Occupation: Rancher/Farmer & Map-Maker Previous Occupation: Farmer Redwood Resident Length: 1 week Faceclaim: Gabriel Luna

Bullet Points:

He fluently speaks both English & Spanish

His go to weapon is a pitchfork. It sounds ridiculous but when you see it in action.... It's scary as shit.

He's also really good at using bows, crossbows and lassos.

He's a talented horseback rider and is skilled at fighting both people and zombies while riding his horse.

He's not a vet but he knows enough about cows, sheep & horses that he can help heal non-life threatening injuries.

His horse is trained to do different things depending on the type of whistle he emits. The different whistle types/instructions are: come to me, flee, attack/kick any zombies in your way, attack/kick/bite any people that approach you, wait where you are.

Biography:

Before the outbreak Harper lived a simple life. The oldest of three kids, he inherited the family farm after his parents passed away. He also inherited the task of taking care of the family (his siblings + his niece). Although the farm was his source of income, he'd argue his main job was looking after his siblings and his 10 year old niece, Riley. Although his life was simple, he and his family went through their fair share of hardships. Living in a state as remote as Wyoming isn't easy, especially when you're Mexican-American/a person of color in a predominately white area. The family experienced racially motivated attacks such as having their farming equipment vandalized and some of their livestock stolen. Thankfully the local sheriff was a person of color himself and helped address these issues. Sadly, things would only get worse during the outbreak...

During the outbreak local emergency personnel were overwhelmed, trying to heal the sick and keep the healthy safe. Sadly the local sheriff died amongst the chaos and the sheriff's death lead the small town falling into chaos. The same folks that attacked his family only grew more violent after the loss of the sheriff and as resources became scarce. In fact, things became so dangerous that Harper and his family had no choice but to abandon the family farm and flee for their lives. Thankfully they managed to escape with some horses, cows, and sheep. 

Escaping with livestock and skills in agriculture made them useful to other groups. In turn, their usefulness allowed them to filter through/temporarily join various groups across the country. Although large groups were appealing, Harper and his relatives opted to maintain their small family group for Riley's sake. They didn't trust strangers around the child (Riley), especially since many folks started to view children as burdens/liabilities during the apocalypse.

Sadly, despite their caution, the family would fall apart. While trading with a survivor group in Missouri, Harper and his family were ambushed by raiders and undead alike. Amongst the chaos he was separated from his siblings and niece. Between the violent raiders and the overwhelming number of undead he had no choice but to flee for his life. After escaping both the raiders and the zombie herd, he searched the state for months. The only thing he found was his niece's jacket, torn and bloody. He lingered and lingered until the zombie herd returned and he had no choice but to leave the state. Although the jacket is enough to confirm the worst, that his whole family is dead now, because he hasn't seen any bodies he's clinging onto the hope that they might all somehow be alive somewhere.

Heartbroken and in need of supplies, after the above incident, he continued to travel across the country. He's left no stone unturned, no survivor unchecked for signs of his relatives.

After nearly getting kidnapped and/or killed by some Daybreakers (his horse kicked and killed one, then he galloped/outran the rest), he stumbled upon Redwood completely by accident. In an effort to sweeten the deal of having the group join them he expressed his skills and was able to pinpoint on the map where he last saw some Daybreakers and how many of them there were. He's now doing his best to earn his keep and the community's trust. 

#redwood.characters #tw rasicm

[taaroko]

Help, I can’t find this scene!

Okay, you know how sometimes you get a bit of a song in your head but it's too short to google the lyrics, so it just drives you insane until you stumble across the whole song again? For decades I have had that problem with a scene from a show or movie I saw as a kid that I have never been able to track down. I think I only saw these few minutes of whatever it was.

It was some kind of live-action horror/fantasy or (less likely) sci-fi, I think in a modern setting, and it would've been on TV in the late '90s/maybe early '00s. I just remember a female character, blonde I think, who was shaking while transforming into some kind of monster, and time was running out to reverse the transformation. The other characters managed to do whatever they needed to do just in time and she went back to normal, but in the meantime I think her eyes went really pale (maybe yellow) and she was growing fangs. I’m pretty sure there was a raised circular platform or fountain next to her, and her head and shoulders were flung back over the edge of it during this process. She might’ve had a white shirt on?

It definitely isn't Buffy, Angel, or Charmed, and I'm pretty sure I've ruled out Big Wolf on Campus. It might be Xena but that seems less likely because I feel like I would've remembered the decidedly not modern setting. I’ve had a look at a couple of episodes where Gabrielle gets possessed or turned into something and those don’t look right.

I'm also pretty sure it's not Forever Knight but mainly because there aren’t any blonde girls in that show. It does have a similar aesthetic to whatever the heck this scene is, though.

I was convinced it was Big Wolf on Campus for so long that I think I warped my own memory of what the character in question looked like. There is an episode where the blonde girl in that show temporarily turns into a werewolf, but no part of that episode resembles the setup I remember, and in general that show is way too light-hearted for something like this to fit in it.

Am I missing any other shows from that time period that it could’ve been? And I wouldn't even know where to start looking if this stupid scene was in a movie, except that it would have been a movie playing on TV during hours you'd expect kids to be awake.

Whatever this thing is, it stuck with me and it’s part of what sparked my interest in horror/fantasy stuff. (The other part is half of an episode of Buffy I saw when I was eight, but I DID figure out what that was years later, so I have to forever deal with knowing that baby me was so captivated by THIS

that I remembered the show for years until I was able to finally watch it. I mean I still love both Angel and Angelus, but mustache flashback Angelus? Really???)

Anyway, if you have any leads on the thwarted monster transformation scene I’m trying to find, please help.

#adventures with my bad memory #help #horror fantasy #'90s #maybe '00s

[keyofjetwolf]

WHO IS NOT TO LOVE IN THIS ENTIRE EXCHANGE

Callisto flipping through so many emotions, quickly and constantly. She’s a wheel in a slot machine, spinning so fast you have the impression of forms, you can vaguely make out the possibilities, but you never know where it’s going land and what you’re going to get.

Gabrielle, a seething pit of hatred, boiling over and not caring if the only thing she can burn is herself, she can’t even TRY to know where to begin to process all the things she’s feeling about Callisto. It’s no wonder, really, that Gabrielle embraced pacifism so hard, and how ultimately doomed it was for her.

And then Xena, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. The threat to Gabrielle is closing in on all sides, including from Gabrielle herself. Leading me to what may be my favourite bit:

XENA SITTING THE FUCK DOWN AND LETTING THEM WORK IT OUT

Xena’s talked Gabrielle into going this far, and it speaks volumes for both of them that they got here without a hell of a lot of drama. There’s nothing Xena can say now, though. These are Gabrielle’s issues, this is Gabrielle’s fight. Xena can be, and will be, on-hand to make sure it doesn’t go too far, but she can’t tell Gabby how to come to terms with this. This confrontation between these two is long overdue, and Xena knows from intense personal experience that the only way out is through. So she sits, and watches, and trusts Gabrielle to figure it out, and stays ready to catch her if she starts to fall.

#jet wolf watches xena #xena ep 2x14 #callisto manages to end this before we get the chance to see how far gabby will push it #which i think is a brilliant writing move #because it leaves the whole thing a question mark #how far would gabrielle go? #how far would xena let her? #it's another opportunity they don't realize they lose #for gabrielle to have really stumbled but also really had to deal with things #and xena to have her eyes opened just that little bit more #i love love love all of this #up to and including that xena knows when to step back and not shield gabrielle #but part of that is that xena has absolutely no idea how bad it can get #once again they dance on the edge with no idea how close to it they are

[waywardwriting]

Hehe haii!! Once again I loved !! What you wrote for bimbo!reader x castiel ! I'd love to see more of them together ! Like her coming to see him and pouting about him to his angel brothers that she never gets to see him but he's literally right next to him! Or when his brothers think she's a bit too dumb to protect herself but he shows them her little pink car covered in butterflies and pops open her trunk to see all her customized guns handmade riffles along with her own bullets that have little hearts on the side!🥺🌸💕😩🤍 and she comes out the bunker running to kiss him but stumbles and falls 🥺🌸 and he's just like... 😐"cute💞💖💞💖😘💕🤍🥺💕💕"

Badass Bimbo || Castiel x Bimbo! Reader

Thanks so much angel!! You’re so wonderful and I hope you enjoy this one just as much <3

Y/N was sitting at home in her beautiful pink apartment, it was early morning and she was drinking tea in her favourite baby pink mug that Cas had bought her as a gift , he had saw it in a store while they were on a hunt together before they were dating and knew he had to get it for her. She had her day planned out, Castiel’s “stupid brothers” as she called them were taking up too much of his time lately and she wasn’t fond of it at all! They used to cuddle up every night and watch romantic movies and chat into the late hours of the morning and now she barely saw him! She knew it wasn’t his fault of course, duty calls but by god would she make his brothers pay today, one rule, don’t get between Y/N and Castiel. After her tea , she did all her makeup beautifully, from her eyelashes to her perfectly applied lipgloss, she got dressed into a soft pink dress and high heels , curled her hair and off she went in her Car , which was also , surprisingly pink, well, not so surprisingly.

She parked outside the bunker and made her way inside, after the Winchesters got to know her , they really liked her! Her and Cas were such a good match and for Christmas last year, they had given her , her own pink key for the bunker! So she could come and go as she pleased to see cas when he couldn’t be with her ! Or if she needed anything at all, she was family to the two brothers now , and she could always call this place home too if needs be , the decor though? Not her style, she would have to give the place her personal pink power if they wanted her to stick around . Y/N made herself known with the clicking of her heels and walking down the winding stairs of the bunker , three of his brothers were there at the minute , Micheal , Gabriel and Lucifer , the Winchesters being away on a hunt “oh hell what are you doing here?” Lucifer grumbled and Y/N huffed and with a pout stomped her way over “you know why I’m here, I have a bone to pick!” She pointed at them all with her glamorous nails , the woman had no fear even face to face with Lucifer himself . “I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks!! And it’s all your fault! You’re taking up all his time , with no breaks to deal with the shit you caused leaving your demons run around Kansas!” Y/N yelled and Lucifer rolled his eyes “yeah yeah whatever pinkie, go back to doing your lipstick or something and leave the big boys deal with the monsters okay? You’re clearly not strong enough-“ he was cut off with Y/N giving him a good hard slap across the cheek , Micheal and Gabriel’s eyes were widened in shock “dont you DARE! undermine me and my experience! Devil or not I will not take your fucking shit!” Lucifer knew he couldn’t hurt her , he was powerless and like it or not she was important. Gabriel tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t hold it back “you got your ass handed to you!” He taunted and Lucifer stormed off in a tantrum , with all the chaos Y/N didn’t even notice Castiel come in! He had witnessed it all and had a grin plastering his features , that’s his girl. “BABE! I’ve missed you!” She ran over and gave him a big hug “hello love I’m so sorry , things have just been so hectic” Cas held her tight and kissed her forehead “I’m so proud of you…” he whispered to her and rubbed her back, Lucifer came back and sat at the table “can you PLEASE control that woman!?” He sneered and Castiel rolled his eyes “you asked for it.” Micheal stated simply “about time someone gave you a slap we’ve all wanted to do it for centuries” They all broke out into laughter Y/N smiled at Cas “I’m just headed to the bathroom babe I’ll be right back!” She ran down the hall humming.

Castiel walked over to the table where his brothers were , Gabriel spoke up “Cas, Brother , I know she just gave Lucifer a slap … but are you sure she can properly defend herself …? She’s kind of …away with the fairies …I’m not trying to offend but” he tried to explain, Cas sighed “come on…” he lead them outside to Y/N’s beautiful pink car popping open the trunk of the car , there was a massive devils trap on the inner roof of the trunk, and a massive crate of her customised weapons , guns , knives, hex bags even pink salt , you heard me .. pink salt , everything was pink somehow . Cas opened a box of bullets and held one up , lovehearts engraved on the sides of them. “I… take it back … shes got it handled” Gabriel spoke and the other two brothers looked in shock she didn’t seem the type for all this , but she was badass. “See..? She can handle herself , just because she’s girly and pretty doesn’t mean she can’t .. kick ass as Dean would say” Cas explained and Y/N stepped outside “admiring my car I see!?” She exclaimed running over tripping in the process, her boyfriend catching her just in time “cute” he smiled down at her, he was so grateful for her this was just what he needed after a long and hard few weeks , his angel here in his arms .

#castiel x reader #dean winchester x reader #jack kline x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #castiel #dean winchester #jack kline #spn lucifer x reader #spn gabriel #micheal spn

[writer-panda]

Hit on the groom and what became of it - chapter 1/I will keep missing you (if you don’t stop running)

Disclaimer: I don’t own DC or Miraculous. I’m just playing with some crazy concept. 

Chapter 1 (here)  -|-  Next

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Ladybug landed on top of the Eiffel tower with practiced grace. An agitated worry roiling in her chest about the message Chat Noir left her. The urgency was one thing, but he sounded… pained. Like the weight of the world dragged him down type pain. 

Marinette knew Chat’s home life wasn’t perfect. Skilled at hiding it, maybe, but details leaked through the cracks. An offhand comment here, a muttered accusation there, a sour face yet again here. He lived in pain and tried so hard to work through it. 

She tried to help him whenever she could, both as Ladybug and Marinette. She may not return his feelings, but she always listened. For months during their third year as heroes, she left food on the rooftop when Chat’s suit revealed too many ribs. She wasn’t sure the reason and didn’t dare to ask, lest she learned too much, but she did try to help. There were times she thought she imagined the pained looks, and thin frame, and thinly veiled comments; maybe overexaggerating the situation in her mind, as she often did. After all, he always acted so cheerfully.

Then, Lila happened. 

The first strike landed swift, almost deadly, but she survived. It was what followed that made her reconsider. A prolonged fight, where Marinette chose to retain a cheerful mask to hide the pain. Along the line, she considered confiding in her parents. But what could they do?  Maybe take her from school, but that would mean Lila already won; the Liar would rule unopposed.

Which left Adrien, her last bastion of friendship. 

She still harbored a bit of a crush on him, but it was justified! Like a knight in shining armor, he stood, always ready to defend her. He always ensured her inclusion in class activities and saved her from several catastrophes. 

She still stumbled over her words with him, but when it’s minor stuttering or not talking to anyone, she forced herself to adapt. It was nowhere near as bad as it used to be. 

With the ability to spend more time with Adrien without acting like a spaz, Kagami also appeared more often, and proved to be a good friend. Marinette found a home with the two awkward rich kids ridiculously clueless and unaware of how the real world functioned. In the end, she even grew to accept Adrien might not be destined to be hers but chose to support him nonetheless. 

“My lady?” She was broken out of her musing by a familiar voice.

“Hello, Kitty-cat. I got your message… what’s wrong?” She turned to see Cat Noir slumped over the railing, with his ears tweaking nervously. She didn’t even know he could do it. 

“I… I’m sorry my Lady, but I can’t… I can’t continue to be your partner,” he declared.

“What?!” she squeaked. “What happened? What’s the matter?” 

“I’m… I’m getting married,” he announced, his ears drooping and tail tucked between his legs.  

Oh, that’s… not what she expected to hear. “Married? Congrat…” she drifted off, noticing his sour face. “Chat? What are you not telling me?”

“It’s… I… My…” He struggled to figure out how to say it, but ultimately remained silent for a moment. “There is nothing to be happy about. It’s a… business marriage,” he spat, his eyes narrowing.  

“But… those are illegal!” Ladybug protested.

“Not when you make it look like a love match. Especially if you insinuate at a scandal.” He sneered, jumping off the railing and pacing along the empty rooftop. “My father holds all the cards and I… I’m in no position to oppose him.”

“I’m sure we can…”

He sighed, walking over to her. “Please… M’lady. Don’t try to give me hope. I accepted what I must do.” With that, he reached for the ring, but she stopped him.

“Chat. We can try… You’re my friend. You can’t… We will figure it out. Together.” In all they’d endured, suffered, and triumphed - Marinette had never seen him this despondent… this broken. 

He sighed, his eyes flat and dull. “There is nothing to figure out,” he said, forcing the ring off his finger. 

The transformation fell, leaving Adrien Agreste materialized in place of her long-time partner. Plagg’s sharp cry cut off, as he’s sucked into the ring the second he popped out of it. She stood there, too stunned to notice the blond boy pushed the ring into her palm and closed it. 

Marinette wasn’t sure what thoughts decided to rampantly rage through her head, but the train of thoughts probably broke the collective speed limit everywhere in the world at the same time. 

“M’lady?” Adrien’s soft voice brought her to earth when she was one step from panic.

“A-Adrien?” She choked on the word.

“You heard about me?” He looked dumbfounded. Ladybug, too shocked to say a word, gestured over to the building line. Even from so high and far away, his most recent billboard advertisement stood visible. “Ah… right.”

“Who… who’s the lucky girl?” Inside her mind, she wondered if Kagami right now faced a  similar problem. It was the most logical…

“Lila Rossi,” Adrien admitted, his shoulders hunching. 

Marinette.exe stopped working. 

A moment passed.

Another.

“Um… M’Lady?” The boy tried to prod his ex-partner to respond by waving his hand in front of her face.

“That… that lying…” Ladybug saw red. This could not be happening.

Adrien nodded, the despondent look on his face growing worse every second.“My father deemed her a suitable heiress to the Gabriel brand… I tried to warn him she was a liar, but he… I think he actually admires her skill…” Tears built in his eyes, and Adrien covertly tried to wipe them away. 

“Maybe… maybe you could… I don’t know!” she screamed in frustration. Marinette had several ideas about what Adrien could do, but none of them would help. 

Running away would be a problem. Leaking the story to the press would lead to his home life growing even worse. After dealing with Gabriel Agreste’s parenting, she held no illusion Adrien could win a court battle. The rich too often got away with whatever they desired. She could try to sicc Uncle Jagged on the case… or maybe Clara Nightingale… Nadia Chamack would probably love the news-breaking story, but it would all put Adrien in danger. Who knows what would happen before they could obtain results or protection against Gabriel’s extensive reach. 

Adrien sighed as if knowing exactly where her thoughts took her. Chat was no dummy, he probably scoured over his options more times than he could count. His resignation, the last resort in a long line of failed plans.  “I appreciate you trying, but I already told you I accepted it. Just… take me down, please. I… I didn’t really plan the location well…” He let out a weak chuckle. 

“Fine… I’m sorry kitty...” She grabbed hold of him and swung to the ground. Despondently she watched her best friend, her partner, walk away into the night; resigned to a life of suffering and isolation. 

There must be something she could do, she thought. She closed a gloved fist around the ring. She was Ladybug, and if she put her mind to it, there was nothing she couldn't do.  

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A week later the press learned about the upcoming wedding. Adrien and Lila both left school for home-school. The press and the general public ate up the news story about star-crossed lovers that met in school and became inseparable. It didn’t help that the class kept commenting about how good they were for each other. 

Marinette resisted an urge to gag whenever she caught the sound of the vicious lies and propaganda.  She was asked for comment only once but chose to refuse. It didn’t earn her any popularity in class. Luckily, she convinced Nadia to stop a nasty side-story about her jealousy from being published. 

No closer to a plan, she despondently continued to push through her life without her friend. She, unsurprisingly, hadn’t received a single text or call. Marinette didn’t blame Adrien; his position couldn’t be easy. A month after Adrien departed from her class, Marinette convinced her parents to also home-school her. Without a single friend, the school became a burden. Of course, her reasoning to her parents leaned into her focus on her fashion business. Which wasn’t untrue. It was starting to pick up. 

The only upside to this whole debacle was near-lack of akuma attacks. It seemed Hawkmoth found a hobby. Maybe he wrote poems? 

Nah. Not his style...

Two months after the announcement  Marinette woke to surprise guests: Adrien, his father, and Lila knocked on the bakery’s doors. The bride-to-be in an especially sour mood, as much as she tried to hide it. Gabriel appeared to be devoid of any emotions, as usual.

She seated them on the couch and asked if they would like a drink. She didn’t bother to offer food, not wanting to waste good cake on the likes of Lila and Gabriel. Although, Adrien’s thin cheeks and haunted eyes made her regret the decision. 

All of them declined the drink.

“Madame Marinette, I assume you have heard of the Wedding?” The capitalization clearly discernible in his voice. 

“Yes… Yes sir!” she corrected herself. Trying desperately to mask her disgust behind a layer of nervousness. She couldn’t risk a glance at Adrien, even if this was the first time she’d seen him since that night on the roof. Making it through the meeting would be hard enough without watching him suffer.  

“While initially, I planned to prepare the dress and suit myself, my son convinced me to give a chance to someone else to shine.” Clearly, whatever it was Adrien said, it didn’t include a polite request. “I have seen the dress you made for Rock Star Jagged Stone’s wedding, as well as the suit worn by Nadia Chamack.”

“They are designs I’m particularly proud of, sir.” 

Play the part. Play the part. Don’t send him to the hospital. Papa and Maman would be disappointed. Well, Maman would probably join me… 

Her homicidal train of thought ended as she forced a smile to appear on her face. Contrary to Lila’s stretched thin lips;  Marinette’s smile shines bright and could’ve been mistaken for genuine.

“Indeed… I’ve come to commission you to design and make the gown and the suit for the sweet couple.” He announced like it was the highest honor, but there was an amount of bile in his words Marinette used to think was reserved only for Nino.

“I… I’m… I’m honored, sir!” She beamed. The excitement only half-forced. Her moral compass told her even entertaining the proposal was wrong, but at the same time, her brain furiously flitted crafting possibilities. 

Gabriel nodded imperiously as if her acceptance merely added to a foregone conclusion. “Good. My assistant, Nathalie, will sort out the details. Lex Luthor agreed to pay for the pieces as his wedding gift, so do not be afraid to ask for full price.” He informed her t as if he believed she would give him a discount. 

For a moment, a singular reckless moment, Marinette entertained the temptation to voice her thoughts about Gabriel being cheap. 

She sighed, no, there would be another day for career suicide. The group rose to leave, and Marinette finally glanced at Adrien; his model-trained smile paper-thin. He caught her eyes, and if he radiated sadness two months ago, it didn’t hold a candle to the devastation swimming in his eyes. The exchange broke when Lila gripped a hand tight around his arm and dragged him to the door. 

Gabriel handed her a card, and the group departed. Marinette collapsed onto the couch, the makings of a headache building in her skull. 

This would be awful.  

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A week later Marinette held a separate meeting, consisting of Nathalie, Lila, Lila’s mother, and Adrien’s aunt. And her, obviously. 

She first asked what kind of dress Lila wanted.

Lila’s eyes lit up in an unholy glee; and she started talking. 

And talking. 

And talking. 

And talking. 

After the long and painstakingly thorough description, Marinette felt faint. Several reasons contributed to that, although the most prominent were the materials, the design, and the way she spoke. Obviously Lila had feelings, the kind likely to trigger an oncoming Auma attack if Hawkmoth hadn’t pranced off to who knows where, about Marinette designing her dress. 

Marinette was happy Adrien’s aunt pointed out the request’s complete madness, but Lila’s mother waved it off, quick to declare only minor adjustments to the request would be needed. 

In the end, Marinette presented several dozen designs, both hers and foreign to have a basis on which she could work. Lila, of course, chose the one that would be hardest to make.

“I’m sorry none of your designs were good, Marinette…” The liar cooed with faked sorrow. She hid a smirk the designer could clearly see. 

The notion was born because it was a picture and not a sketch. 

Marinette smirked, and rose from the couch, ignoring Lila’s irritated scowl at her non-reaction.  

She liked it even less when the girl brought in the ready-made dress. 

“I made it as the first design for Penny Rolling’s wedding, based on Uncle Jagged’s suggestions. I should’ve known Penny didn’t approve of his idea, but…” she waved it off.

Lila, now actively glaring at her, sat back on the couch. All of which was mistaken for amazement by the adults.

Marinette ignored the girl’s dramatics, it was the only way she’d survive this meeting intact. “Of course, there still needs to be several adjustments and personalizations. I will also need to order the amber you requested. And the platinum thread. And the white gold. And probably an industrial-grade 3-D printer… Is that covered by the expenses?” She looked at Nathalie, who nodded. “Great! I will need just a moment.” 

The women watched as Marinette practically leaped at her notebook and added in adjustments to the sketch. Fifteen minutes later, when she presented a new design, impressing them all (sans Lila, obviously) with the flowing lines and intricate details. They praised her talent (even Natalie), and Marinette played the bashful young designer role to a tee. The liar kept glaring though. She couldn’t back away easily, since she already made a scene about wanting that specific dress. Marinette informed them beforehand she would need to know about her specific wishes before she made any adjustments. 

The final design looked pretty much exactly what Lila wanted though, but she didn’t want to give her nemesis the satisfaction. Her entourage did enough of this. 

Under the cover of being too emotional, they ended the meeting. Nathalie remained to finish the deal and sign the contract. 

After all of them left, Marinette collapsed onto her chair. An hour later a notification from her bank came. She received the first half of the payment. When finished, the dress would officially be the most expensive wedding dress to date. Blessed be Lex Luthor and his deep pocket. She chuckled, remembering how much the billionaire got kidnapped because of his money.

Then, an idea shined in her head.

Oh. 

Oh...

She took off her earrings and dismissed Tikki, promising she needed a quick chat with Plagg about a new potential holder. When Marinette put on the ring, the Kwami of destruction popped back into existence. 

“So… figured out how to help my chosen?” he asked. 

What Tikki didn’t know was when Marinette said she intended to discuss potential holders for Plagg, they really worked on a way to save Adrien. It was their secret since Tikki would most likely disapprove. They didn’t want to risk her disappointment in them. Not until they crafted a fleshed out full-proof plan. 

She nodded. “I have an idea. Let’s hire someone to kidnap him!” 

Plagg rolled his eyes. “Did they hit you on the head, pigtails?”

“No. But look, the problem is whatever we come up with, Adrien ends up blamed or we land ourselves in jail, right?” The Kwami nodded. “So… if we make sure it’s a very public kidnapping and he disappears, we can stash him away until the heat dies down. After we dye his hair and apply fast-tan, he will look different enough no one will connect the two. I’m pretty sure I could get my hands on fake documents if I tried hard enough…” she trailed off thinking of all the minutiae to coordinate to pull this off. 

It would be hard. 

But it would be worth it. 

Plagg slowly nods. “Okay… Somehow, that both makes no sense and seems perfectly legitimate. It’s also your most chaotic plan to date, Pigtails. Let’s do it!” The Kwami cheered, happy to be soon reunited with his chosen kitten. “But what about the costs!”

Marinette already had an answer in mind for that question. “Even after I subtract the costs of materials and other supplies, the payment for the dress, together with my savings, will be more than enough. Now… let’s go wake Tikki up.”

That… ended with the Kwami of Creation vomiting a pile of handcuffs and other police gear at Marinette. 

“Um… Why?”

The little red Kwammi placed her paws on her hips. “Because you should familiarize yourself with those if you plan on going to prison for that plan. It’s no longer just a phone theft, Marinette! You’re talking about breaking more laws than I can count!” She dropped to the pillow below, bemoaning about where she went wrong. 

Marinette scooped up her wayward friend and tried to reassure her. “I just need to be careful. I’m pretty sure I can do it without detection. Maman taught me how to not be seen on the internet. Or in general. Come on. I need to order a secure laptop.”

“I will help!” Plagg offered. “I can cataclysm the internet after you do your thing.”

“What?! No! Think of the cute cat pictures!” Marinette protested. “And video games.” 

“Relax! It’ll just remove any trace of you doing anything online in the several hours or so…” He calmed her.

Tikki trailed after them, a bundle of nerves and worry. “Plagg! It’s irresponsible! You can’t possibly…”

“Pigtails and I have it all under control. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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Turns out, a lot. 

Before Marinette put out the hit (kidnapping, she made sure that it was plain as day), she needed to set a price. That one was harder. It wasn’t like you could Google how much you needed to charge to kidnap a celebrity. At least, not without attracting a lot of unwanted attention. 

She asked her mother, under the guise of pure curiosity. It was a normal question any teenage girl asked her mother. How much does it cost to have someone killed, how much cheaper/more expensive a kidnapping is, how to acquire fake documents, that kind of stuff. Not suspicious at all. 

So absorbed in her rant, she missed a merry glint in Sabine’s eyes. She also didn’t question how her Maman knew those prices. 

Finally, she needed to fill the form. 

Assignment: Acquisition and Delivery

Asset(s): Adrien Athanase Agreste

Value: 

Here, Marinette paused. 

Her mom gave her a lengthy lecture about pricing and all. According to her, a professional would take up to fifty thousand dollars for kidnapping and bringing the target to her. Marinette decided, since Adrien was a celebrity, she should double the price. More risks involved, more reward, right? 

But, she also wanted to ensure she hired the best of the best. Compare her work to Gabriel Agreste’s, she came to the conclusion ten times the price was reasonable to ensure only the best in the field would take the job. 

Then, there was the matter of safety and so on and so on. By the end, she settled on two million dollars, as her asking price for one Adrien Agreste. Plagg sagely nodded, agreeing with her assessment. Tikki didn’t comment, as she wasn’t speaking to the two, but also seemed more accepting after spying on Adrien and Lila’s home life. Not that she revealed that tidbit to either of them, lest they drop the plan and directly go at Gabe and the Liar. 

After a few more details and boxes in the form Marinette filled until she came to the end. Only one more detail remained: 

Sponsor:

Marinette stared at the word for a moment. After a quick race of thoughts, she typed slowly. 

Sponsor: The Seamstress

Perfect. Nothing about this could go wrong.

Of course, how could she predict just how big of a mess she would make? 

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#maribat #marinette dupain cheng #BAMF Marinette #adrien agreste #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #mlb #mlb x dc #dc #DC comics

[legends-live-in-memories]

“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

 without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world. 

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.  

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League. 

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause. 

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported. 

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year. 

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn. 

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect. 

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#maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #i was bored and left unattended #no salt in case you were wondering #yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag #im not tagging characters cuz reasons #badass!marinette dupain cheng #idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so #i wrote this at 1 am #hdath #thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more

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Hey do u happen to know the reason Ladybug is a better fighter than Cat Noir? Cause if you think about it, it really doesn't make any sense at all. Marinette is literally so clumsy that Chloe herself points out there is not a single day where she doesn't over something and her parents were hesitant to let her carry the macarons due to clumsy nature. Adrien, on the hand, has taken kung fu, karate, and fencing for a while now. So how is Ladybug able to beat Noir + other akumas really easily?

Well, anon, if you had asked me this question a year ago, my answer would have been very different.

My answer now is that, you are asking the wrong questions.

(This ended up being an essay so more under the cut)

I really don't think Marinette's clumsiness is really a factor to be brought into play here. The suit enhances her physical abilities and resilience, it's a part of hers and Chat Noir's powers. They've both tumbled off huge monuments and buildings and are still able to get back up like nothing happened. That part can easily be explained away with suspension of disbelief.

(And besides, Marinette and the people around her, for the most part reaaallly don't treat her clumsiness as a fatal flaw or a way to make her seem lesser than she is but that's a thing for another post. Also, of course Chloe would say that. She's Chloe. She's not a reliable source of judgement.)

Personally, and I have always thought this, and it's right there in the show with proper evidence, Adrien IS better at a fist fight. Like you said, he has taken martial arts (he took karate, btw, not kung fu), he is a champion fencer and he's a basketball player as well, he literally scaled his rock climbing wall like a champ just to catch Plagg in Origins, he CARRIED the fight in so many episodes I can name (Simon Says, Darkblade, Miracle Queen, Silencer, Oni Chan, Gamer 2.0, Gigantitan, Weredad, Chat Blanc are the ones that come to my mind right now, but I definitely know that there is a lot more).

Heck, Adrien's entire home life is a freaking obstacle course he has to keep dodging for the foreseeable future! If he acted like how Chat Noir would cataclysm an akumatised object, directly removing the obstacles instead of tiptoeing past them, Gabriel the Perfect Father's instant reaction is house arrest, or taking away his life raft, the only thing keeping him afloat.

He NEEDS to obey Gabriel's direct orders, he NEEDS to appear quiet and obedient in front of his father because he knows the consequences of what would happen if he acted otherwise. His resilience (which requires a lot of courage, patience and prudence) and strength of character is literally what is keeping him sane and alive. He is doing so well despite dealing with grief and loneliness, and more people than Plagg need to tell him that. Adrien’s character is much much more than his direct and straightforward approach in battle and the show does that so well.

Marinette on the other hand, has a different arc. She doesn't NEED to have the same kind of qualities Adrien possesses because she doesn't have, and doesn't need to have an abusive family clipping her wings. Social life wise, Marinette thrives while Adrien struggles. Marinette, after Origins, that is, has a good support system in her friends and her family, which she reciprocates in good measure.

I went back and rewatched that one scene you mentioned in Puppeteer and while Ladybug does toss Evillustrator and Rogercop over her shoulder like they weigh nothing, it was all a part of a complicated, cunning plan Marinette put together in 30 seconds flat. She needed to rely on her intelligence and literal-out-of-the-box thinking in order for it to work. Chat would have handled it differently maybe, (not that his way of taking them all down one by one if Puppeteer hadn't gotten his doll would not have worked) but that whole scene of Marinette macgyvering her way through the situation is exactly what makes her an excellent hero.

I say "better", cause it's with her kind of thinking that their team calls the shots, not because I think Chat Noir can't handle himself or that he's an idiot. He most certainly is not. Hawkmoth's methods need a proper counterpart in order to defuse them, and his M.O is akin to a crash course where the player needs to find a hidden switch that turns it off. Marinette's way of critical thinking is honed exactly for that, even in the worst kind of situations.

However, Marinette is still human, and she can be impulsive, hot headed and she has a bad habit of jumping to conclusions. All these are perfectly understandable and explanatory considering the pressure the poor girl is under. She is bound to crack sometimes and that is where Adrien comes in.

Marinette may be the key to solving a circumstance of high stakes and danger, but Adrien is the one whose entire LIFE is a circumstance of high stakes and danger. If Marinette stumbles while navigating it, Adrien is there to catch her because he is sadly used to, and knows what it's like to be depressed and anxious of failure and disappointment.

See, this is the mistake Fu made. While he did and does believe in Marinette's capability as a hero, he completely failed to acknowledge that it is with Adrien's support that she is stronger. That is why the mess that is Loveater and Miracle Queen happened, because of the mistake that Fu made Marinette make: not letting her rely on her partner.

Marinette's high strung emotions led her astray, but her following Fu's orders to not let Chat Noir (who had a cool head then, unlike Marinette) get the miraculous instead of her just sent her tumbling off course.

Remember how I said you're asking the wrong questions?

I totally get why you would think that. I used to think that too. I would honestly STILL love to have an explicit scene of Adrien's awesomeness, but I'm not angry or bitter about it anymore. It's really not a big deal.

There was never a question about "Who is the better hero? Who has the higher attack count? Who can pull more punches?" Ladybug's competence isn't determined by Chat Noir's mistakes, and vice versa.

It's fun to fangirl over or point out their Character Moments of Awesome, and that's totally valid. But in the bigger picture, or the long run, it's pointless and nonsensical to compare them with each other.

They're not just two people fighting to save a city, they're two people fighting to save a city together as a team. Ladybug's plans ALWAYS involve Chat Noir's input, whether it is physical combat or intellectual thinking. Her plans never fly or are given the green light unless he's on board with it too (save for a few occasions, like Backwarder). If they kept on arguing with each other about who is better, or who can handle this on their own (which both of them were slightly guilty of in Season 1 but have completely grown out of by now) without the other's help, they would not be the success of teamwork that they are.

Their teamwork consists of (but is not defined by) their intelligence, their wits, their quick thinking, their proficiency in combat, but it is ultimately the fact that Ladybug can always rely on and trust Chat Noir that keeps their partnership running.

So the question is not and was never, "Why is Ladybug better?". It was "How much does Chat Noir's presence mean to Ladybug?"

And the New York Special answered it plenty.

#miraculous ladybug #asks #ml meta #adrien #marinette #ladynoir #teamwork #ml analysis

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Destiel fic recs #3 - the (mostly) longfic edition!

It’s been a while since my last rec post - mostly because I’ve been wallowing in a number of longer fics (50-350k!) so it’s taken me a while to have enough to talk about in one post (and boy do I talk a lot, here!)

With these longer fics, I do sometimes have some caveats with my recs - or at least reasons why they might not appeal to every Dean/Cas reader. But note that if I didn’t overall strongly recommend reading the fic I wouldn’t include it in my recs here at all, so any quibbles I bring up are minor compared to my overall enjoyment of the stories. Just, I don’t want someone to commit to a long read without knowing what they’re getting into and why it might not be their thing.

I’m still not into reading complete setting AUs at this time, but a lot/most of these are canon-divergence AUs, often written/set at the end of a season and giving an alternative take on what happened next. I love those kind of stories, as it’s often so interesting to see how fans thought of what might happen in the next season (especially when it’s better than what we actually got.)

Onto the recs & discussion behind the cut!

The Sinking Ship by UnfortunatelyObsessed (114k). This is a story that ripped my heart to pieces (in a good way!). I stayed up all night to finish reading because I simply couldn’t stop once I started on it and it gave me a massive fic hanger from all my emotions. Season 14 divergence, imagine if Dean did go into the Ma’lak box to trap Michael under the ocean with him forever...and once there, he discovers that Cas has stowed away with him. Because of course Cas would never leave Dean to such a fate on his own.

I loved literally. Every. Damn. Thing. About this fic. Cas telling Dean stories to pass the (endless) time. Their small intimate moments while realizing they can never consummate physically while trapped in the box but finding every other way to express their love. The absolute heartbreak that had me SOBBING when Michael fights for control of Dean and destroys everything they’ve built together and Cas thinks he’s lost Dean forever. Sam & Gabriel & Rowena & Claire & Jack doing everything they can to devise a plan back home to try to save them both while keeping Michael trapped. Also even just the wonderfully sensitive portrayal of aroace Jack still closely bonded with Claire and Maggie and just. And just. This is a story I’ve already re-read just to savor how much I loved it and its portrayal of everyone in TFW 2.0 and their extended family, it just hit my id in all the most incredible ways and I have nothing but absolute love for this one.

Beautiful Chaos by anyrei, mugglerock (141k). Season 9 canon-divergence, in which Dean doesn’t simply abandon Cas to fend for himself post 09x03. Instead he sets Cas up in a kind of squatter’s nest in an abandoned building near the bunker so he can keep tabs on him and help him out. 

This fic definitely gets the award for FILTHIEST, HOTTEST, SMUTTIEST Dean/Cas (and Cas/other) I’ve read in, like, ever, for human!Cas turns out to be a rather insatiable sex fiend/cock slut and Dean is too up his own repressed ass to easily give Cas what he wants/needs. It is dark at times, Cas ends up in some very unsavory/non-con situations, and the authors do mention that they tried to hone in on endverse!Cas’s characterization more than what we saw in Season 9...so you might roll with it, you might not. I adored their original character Jerry the tattoo artist in this, and like I said it was seriously hot (if you are good with total bottom!Cas and Cas with others, I know those are not everyone’s cuppa). I did have a few minor issues. For one, the last chapter felt a bit rushed and hand-wavey, but clearly the authors weren’t fond of the canon conflicts of season 9 & 10 (Abbadon, Mark of Cain) and just wanted to be done with them. Can’t say I really blame them. And I did have to laugh a bit at Lebanon, Kansas apparently having such a bustling gay bar/tattoo artist/etc scene being someone from a butt-fuck nowhere American small town myself. But, SPN was never all that realistic in how Lebanon was shown (and yes I’ve spent too much time roaming around it on Google maps), so if you can suspend some disbelief this is an awesome hot/angsty/occasionally heartbreaking read.

These Forsaken Lands by destielpasta (53k). I came upon this story when looking for fics that dealt in some way with the aftermath of Godstiel. This is a wonderfully atmospheric late Season 9 “fill-in” case fic (post Meta-fiction) where Cas ends up in a small town that had been visited by Godstiel...and while initially residents have reaped much good fortune, there has suddenly been a wave of deaths/bad events and he is determined to find out what happened and set things right. He calls upon Dean for help, but Dean is fighting the Mark of Cain and it’s going to take a lot to get past its control and find a way out for both of them. Together they work on repairing an old church while trying to repair each other and their damaged relationship.

I loved this story for how well written it was, really invoking a gothic small-town/Americana atmosphere. The original characters blend in very well with the case-fic at the center of it, and the author deals really well with Cas at a very fragile point when he’s running on borrowed grace and trying to navigate Dean’s MoC-enhanced anger. It’s Dean/Cas but actually much more of a Cas character study, so I highly recommend it to my fellow/compatriot Cas-girls who love a good wallow in his head.

Mixed Emotions by Tierra469 (50k). Canon 12 “parallel” fic that then goes canon-divergent with the season finale. I actually stumbled on this while in the mood to read some Cas/ or & Mary fic after enjoying their interactions in Season 12 (don’t hate me). This is sort of two fics in one. The first half focuses mostly on filling in the gaps with some critical S12 Cas episodes, especially Cas & Mary’s developing friendship (and one night of something more). But of course Cas’s feelings for Dean (and vice-versa) are always there, and when Cas figures out a way to get his powers fully back, the question is if Dean can open himself up to be vulnerable - and express love - the way Cas needs for this to work.

This was an interesting fic in a lot of ways. I loved the author’s take on angels’ connections to their vessels and grace, it was very consistent in a way the show sometimes/often wasn’t. Cas is very Cas in not understanding privacy and personal boundaries (so he does some questionable things, admittedly, which might squick some readers). The smut is fucking HOT - though I will caution at one point it involves Cas temporarily in a younger (NOT underage) female vessel (and the story does point out Dean’s discomfort with this and some of the consent issues involved, I don’t want to spoil too much). I wanted the Mary plot resolved more than it was, but I still recommend this story strongly for the quality of the writing and unique/well-developed take on angel lore and mechanics that was quite different from what I’m used to reading.

We Are Either Here Or Not Here by petramacneary (54k) A post-season 12 fic that goes on a different tangent to how Cas returns, and what happens in the meantime. Particularly, it offers a different take on what apocalypseverse!Cas would be like—as Mary makes her own way back from that world with AU!Cas as her prisoner.

What I loved about this story: first off, BAMF!Mary is awesome here. Dean is so heartbreaking, not quite knowing what the fuck to do with this different Cas who at times is just a painful reminder of who/what Dean’s lost...but then becomes a chance for Dean to say and express some of the things he always was afraid to in the past. And when (real/our) Cas finally returns, there’s some very interesting stuff that happens with both Cas & AU!Cas and Cas & Dean that I don’t want to spoil. (And let’s also just say that when real!Cas and Dean finally get together it’s AMAZINGLY awesome. Like, hot Impala!sex. So is the artwork that goes with this story.)

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow (353k) The longest fic I read this time around and probably the one I have the most mixed feelings about, but a while on I do keep thinking about parts of it so I do rec it with some caveats. This is a canon-divergence after the end of Season 11. Dean & Sam find Cas after he’s been blasted out of the bunker...to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Mary isn’t in this one except for a brief appearance/visit, which Dean thinks is Amara’s gift to him. Life seems good for a while, they’re enjoying dealing with mundane problems for a change, but then Cas seems to be pulling away from the brothers, spending less and less time with them at the bunker, taking a mundane job at another Gas ‘n Sip, and clearly preoccupied by something else. Or is it someone else? Dean is worried yet finally ready to accept that Cas maybe has a girlfriend, or a boyfried, but then it turns out that is not at all what Cas has going on. It’s something far more serious than that.

Honestly I almost stopped reading when the reveal happened - it’s a subject that’s very sensitive to me from personal/family experience and not something I usually like reading in fic (especially if there is a sad ending.) So I admit I jumped ahead to read how it would end first before committing to finishing it. And I am glad I did, because the author handles the subject matter with a realism and obvious knowledge of experience as well, not how I often see it in fanfic. There are a lot of emotional ups and downs but it’s nice seeing Dean in his momma-hen/mode, and Sam is so so good in this one! I think I enjoyed Sam’s characterization here most of all! And the author has a really cool/well developed angel/wing lore that hit my wing-kink pretty hard. I do think it could have all been edited down a bit - I found myself skimming parts, especially in the last third, just to get on with things. But it’s definitely a story you can disappear into for a good long time and I’ve bookmarked the author’s other works to read later, so again, I do rec it even with a few caveats.

A few shorter fics, too, just because I don’t want to forget about them...

Eleven Erogenous Zones of a Fallen Angel by almaasi (15k) Pure gratuitous wing!kink for me :) Cas uses the last of his grace to manifest his wings...but then is stuck with them in his human form and not even able to use them to fly as he used to. This presents a lot of awkward problems to deal with but also the excuse for Dean to help him keep them clean :) I did say wing kink, right? :D :D I loved how Cas seemed confused about the pleasure signals he got from bathing vs. sex vs. grooming and all of that. It’s sweet and hot and has my favorite kind of caretaking Dean in it.

Fossil Tracks by SegaBarrett  (3k). Dean & Sam & Cas and dinosaurs. How can you go wrong with that? One of the SPN stories from the Id Pro Quo collection I really enjoyed reading (and didn’t write myself, lol).

#destiel recs #my fic recs #deancas recs #fandom that ate my life hello #destiel fic recs #my destiel recs

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Move to Safety: Chapter 5 (of 6)

After Adrien just happens to spy Nooroo in his father’s office, he’s sent into an panic. His father is Hawkmoth, which means that Adrien is in serious danger.

Thankfully the Dupain-Chengs are more than willing to step up to the plate and lend a helping hand.

links in the reblog

It didn't take long at all for the superheroes to gather at the warehouse. Everyone was tense, but there was a fair bit of determination and optimism in their group.

The plan was in place. They all knew what they were going to do. The plan was straightforward and in theory, should be easy enough. There weren't too many superheroes that could overcomplicate things or get in each other's way, and they were all pretty experienced.

"Okay, team, we know what to do," Ladybug told them, her expression completely serious. "Vixen, go ahead and do the Mirage. If you want to settle the Mirage of one of us over yourself to get closer and keep an eye on the akuma, that would be great. If your timer runs low before we can get there, you can leave. I can collect the Miraculous in a couple days." She glanced around. "That goes for everyone, really."

Vixen nodded sharply. "Of course. See y'all on the other side!"

With that, she vanished out the window.

"We'll give her a couple of minutes, then go in," Ladybug told the rest of the group. "We'll be working out of here. And remember- no banter. I'll need to give Seabiscuit instructions for the Portal, and any other talking will get in the way of that."

"The banter can come after Hawkmoth has had his Miraculous confiscated and is in custody," Hornet said, nodding. She paused. "Ah, what will we be doing with Mayura? I know that that plan was still up in the air."

"We want to have Hawkmoth's arrest be low-profile until we have her in custody," Ladybug said. Then she glanced towards Chat Noir. "And then- Seabiscuit, you'll have to recharge. Ms. Sancoeur is out of town, so we'll have to use Portal again. Chat Noir, did you happen to get an address...?"

Chat Noir nodded. "I did. And an itinerary." Nathalie, ever-prepared, had had her post-Fashion Week Break itinerary up on her tablet when Adrien stuck his head in to ask permission to go study at Marinette's house. She had been distracted by something on her computer, and Adrien had snuck a stealthy photo of the itinerary. He opened his baton, then tapped the screen. A moment later, a piece of paper spat out. Chat Noir pulled it out, flipping it over to reveal a printout of the photo he had taken. "We can look at it again when we finish, but I think we should be able to go to the house and jump on her when she returns."

Ladybug nodded as she took the itinerary. "That sounds good. Fingers crossed that the timing works out- and that's Vixen," she interrupted herself as her yo-yo let out a ding. "It's time to go. Sass, Tikki, combine!"

With a flash of light, Ladybug's outfit took on a few streaks of green. She glanced down at herself, then cringed.

"Oh, I look like a Christmas tree," she groaned. "Bad combination."

Chat Noir couldn't help but laugh, some of his tension easing away. Ladybug did look a bit ridiculous, but he had to admit that he was glad that she had taken the Snake instead of asking him to take that role. He might have had more experience using the Snake- and more experience than she knew about- but there was also the risk that he would freeze up and not be as effective.

Not that she knew that.

"Okay, focus," Ladybug told them all, smoothing down the greenish skirt that had appeared with her fusion. She flicked her bracelet, setting the timer. "Seabiscuit, go!"

The next couple of minutes, when Chat Noir tried to remember them in the future, all merged together into a little bit of a frantic blur. Ladybug had given Seabiscuit quick instructions to fix his approach to the lair, and hit it just right- Chat Noir found out later, after he asked- after only three tries, opening the Portal right behind Hawkmoth. As soon as the portal opened, Hornet was through with Sting activated.

Hawkmoth hadn't even had a chance to react before they were on him. Chat Noir ripped the Butterfly Miraculous off of him, turning away before the light could fade and Hawkmoth could turn back into his father in front of his eyes.

He already knew that Hawkmoth and Gabriel Agreste were the same. He didn't need to see that, and he didn't need to see the seething hatred and anger in his father's eyes. It would be too much.

"Hornet, please call the police and deliver Mr. Agreste to them when they arrive," Ladybug directed, and Chat Noir could feel her step up behind him, still focused. "Seabiscuit, can you recharge? We need to Portal over to the house that Ms. Sancoeur is staying at in the next couple of minutes."

Seabiscuit nodded. It didn't take him long at all to detransform and recharge, and then they were hopping through another Portal to Nathalie's family's house. It was empty- they were scheduled to be at the beach, and return for a late lunch- so the superheroes could head down to the first floor unhindered.

From there, it was somehow both not a long wait at all and an eternity before Nathalie returned and they ambushed her. One failed attempt at a transformation later, and they had the Peacock in their hands and Nathalie in handcuffs. Her family was gaping as the superheroes took her away, and Chat Noir couldn't help but feel bad for them.

He had had time to get used to the idea of his father being a criminal and having to arrest him. Nathalie's family had just gotten hit in the face with the shock.

"I think we should send one of the city's akuma victim counselors to them," Ladybug murmured to him as they Portaled back to Paris. "They could probably use some help coming to terms with her being a supervillain."

Chat Noir nodded. He would probably want to do the same thing as Adrien, but he had the extra complication of also being Chat Noir and actually having to deal with all of the extra baggage that came with having to fight his own father. At least he had both Marinette and Plagg to talk to. "Yeah. That's a good idea."

"Ah, and here's villain number two," the lead officer commented when they brought Nathalie down. He and his team took hold of Nathalie, pushing her into the back of the second patrol car. "We've got Hawkmoth in the other one."

"Great." Ladybug smiled, then froze at the sound of a crash across the city. "Ah, would you mind waiting here? We can give a statement, but the last akuma is still at large."

"Right, right, of course!"

"Ready?" Ladybug asked, turning to Chat Noir. She smiled, small but warm. "One last akuma?"

"One last akuma," Chat Noir agreed, letting out a breath. He was starting to feel a little shaky with relief- his father's arrest was over, Nathalie's arrest was over, now they were on familiar ground with an akuma battle again- so getting running again before his knees gave in would be a good idea. "Let's go!"

The final akuma was chasing after a retreating Vixen when they arrived. Vixen's timer was going wild, and she shot them a relieved look as she darted into the privacy of an alleyway to finally detransform. Her Mirages had evidently gotten hit out of existence earlier, so she hadn't been able to use them as cover, but they had arrived just in time.

"That's enough from you, akuma!" Ladybug yelled. "Get ready to be defeated!"

"That's right!" Chat Noir chimed in, rushing in to join her. "Hawkmoth is gone- and soon you will be, too!"

  The final akuma battle- more than a skirmish than a battle, since the akuma had been taken off guard by the announcement that Hawkmoth had been defeated- was over in a flash, and then Ladybug and Chat Noir returned to the Agreste mansion. The police officers were still there, though the cars with Mr. Agreste and Nathalie had just pulled away. People had started arriving at the scene, no doubt curious about why the famous Gabriel Agreste was getting arrested. The officers were keeping them back, at least for the time being.

"Ladybug!"

Chat Noir frowned at the small voice, and both he and his partner drew to a stop before they reached the mansion. "Uh, what was that?"

"It's me!" A small head popped out from Ladybug's ponytail, and Chat Noir recognized Nooroo at once. Apparently the Butterfly hadn't been deactivated when Ladybug took it. "Before you head home, there's something I must show you."

Ladybug and Chat Noir exchanged a look. Ladybug looked worried. "Something more?"

Nooroo wrung his tiny paws. "Y-yes, there's something more. And with Gabriel arrested, it will need to be taken care of sooner rather than later."

"We need to talk to the police first," Ladybug decided after a pause. "We can just give them the basics for now. They're used to us having to leave pretty quickly after battles."

Chat Noir nodded. His gut was churning again, wondering what surprises might be waiting inside. "Yeah. Let's go."

Ladybug jumped down, and Chat Noir wasn't far behind. She approached the chef of police confidently, looking every bit the picture of a superhero that no one was going to cross. He let her take the lead, figuring that she would be a better speaker than him, especially now that he was undeniably distracted.

What did Nooroo need to show them? Something that needs to be taken care of sooner rather than later didn't sound like something innocent, like the Miraculous book. Maybe there was yet another Miraculous, maybe from another box, and Nooroo wanted it to be reclaimed before anyone else could stumble on it and use it for evil.

But then why wouldn't Hawkmoth have used it at all? That just didn't make sense- unless he had just recently found it. But he still would have been frothing at the mouth to try it out, surely. He would have been wearing it, more likely than not, and Nooroo would have had to warn them about it right away instead of waiting for the akuma battle to finish.

So that suggested that whatever Nooroo wanted to show them was something else. And it was almost guaranteed to be something- well, bad.

...maybe it was better not to think about it too much. They would know soon enough, once Ladybug finished talking to the officer in charge.

"We can do a full press conference later this week," Ladybug was telling the chief of police when Chat Noir tuned back in to their surroundings. There were a few news cameras nearby, but they had yet to approach fully. He didn't doubt, though, that their microphones were picking up on every word his partner said. "I'm sure that everyone has a lot of questions about Hawkmoth's defeat and what happened, but- as I'm sure you can imagine- we're all pretty exhausted, and we still have to check on something in the mansion. We'll keep in touch so that we can decide on a good time."

"Thank you, Ladybug," Officer Auclair told her, beaming. "And we'll certainly be doing some interrogation of our prisoners and a sweep of the mansion, plus a number of interviews with people there. We'll let you know about anything we find immediately."

"Thank you." Ladybug smiled at him, and then her eyes flicked to the side, no doubt completely aware of the lurking reporters. "I should tell you, before you do that- we discovered Hawkmoth's identity thanks to the help of his son. Adrien spotted his father with the butterfly kwami and let Chat Noir and I know at once. We wouldn't have been able to defeat Hawkmoth today otherwise."

Both officers and reporters perked up at that, and Chat Noir had to let out a sigh of relief. He had to guess that without Ladybug's comment, he probably would have been dragged out into the public eye under a rather unfavorable spotlight, people wondering about how much he might have known. With Ladybug's comment- well, people were still going to stare and want to get interviews, no doubt, but they would be much less suspicious.

That was probably the best that he could hope for, honestly.

"That is very good information to know, thank you," Officer Auclair told Ladybug. He stepped back, clearly giving her the go-ahead to leave. "And thank you to all of the superheroes for defeating the supervillains!"

The superheroes waved- once to the police, once to the press- and then leapt over the walls surrounding the mansion. Nooroo phased through the door, popping the locks so that the superheroes could get in. Ladybug took the lead, glancing backwards to make sure that Chat Noir was still with her.

"We'll have to go to his office," Nooroo told them, flitting up ahead. "And then use his elevator- I hope I remember the code! We might accidentally end up in the upper lair first."

Chat Noir scooched closer to Ladybug, his nerves mounting. "There's more than one lair?"

"You'll see."

They fell silent as they followed Nooroo into the abandoned office. Their footsteps echoed across the floor, but no one came out to see what they were doing there. Maybe the household staff had already left the house, either because clearly Mr. Agreste wasn't going to be coming back or because the police had already asked them to step out for questioning.

"Step here," Nooroo told them, pointing to a spot on the floor. "You'll have to be close- it's only meant for one person, really." He paused. "Unless you want to go one at a-"

"No," Ladybug said firmly. "We'll stand close together."

Chat Noir nodded, hoping that Ladybug couldn't hear how fast his heart was racing as she stood in front of him, her back against his chest. His theory- his hope- that the thing that Nooroo wanted to show them was just another Miraculous was looking less and less likely. He couldn't think of any reason why his father would keep anything Miraculous-related somewhere other than his office or the lair.

Nooroo flitted over to the painting in front of them, punching in a series of buttons in quick succession. There was a pause, and then the floor they were standing on started moving down- and started moving down fast.

Ladybug's hand tightened around Chat Noir's, her shoulders stiffening. Chat Noir wrapped one arm around her waist, hoping that he wasn't trembling.

He didn't like this.

The floor-elevator shot downwards, lower and lower. There were a few lights along the path, just barely illuminating the tunnel that they were pelting down. It was undeniably spooky, and Chat Noir couldn't stop himself from worrying about what they would do if the elevator broke. The tunnel was tiny, just the width of the tiny platform that he and Ladybug were crammed together on, and it was long. Even when they were moving, he was feeling claustrophobic.

He had to get off. He had to get off now, couldn't this ride be over-

"Hold on, kitty," Ladybug murmured, squeezing his hand. "You're okay. I'm here."

Chat Noir just buried his face in his partner's hair in response. It was better than seeing the tiny tunnel flash past, though it didn't stop him from knowing that the walls were so incredibly close.

Half an eternity- probably just a few seconds- passed before the elevator came to a stop. Chat Noir kept his face down, not wanting to see how small of a space the elevator had taken them to, who knew how many meters before the surface. After a moment, Ladybug squeezed his fingers.

"It's a big space, kitty. You can open your eyes."

Chat Noir blinked, raising his head. Then he blinked at the giant chasm in front of them.

"This is under the city?"

"At least there's not an apartment building above all of this," Ladybug commented, grimacing. "Honestly, the most that should be above it is a park. Then if anything happened..."

She didn't finish her thought, instead stepping off the elevator platform. Chat Noir followed her, eyes flicking around.

There was something about this place that just screamed creepy to him, even without going further into it. There was rust on the walkway that was going over flowing water- if that gave way and they got dumped into that water, that could turn super dangerous really fast- and the lights on the sides of the cavern were just creepy, like ones that he might see in a haunted house. And then, at the far end of the cavern...

There was some muted light coming from somewhere, shining right down on what looked like an underground garden. And in the middle of that garden...

"Nooroo, what's that?" Ladybug asked, sharp and worried. She rested a hand against Chat Noir's arm, making him pause. He had started forward without realizing it, almost drawn to the garden. "This isn't a trap, is it?"

Nooroo shook his head, looking sad. "No trap. Just..."

He trailed off. Ladybug looked worried, but took the lead up the walkway. Chat Noir followed, his ears twitching every which way to try to pick up any sounds that were out of place. Any extra footsteps could be another enemy lying in wait, any excessive creaking from the metal could be a section of the walkway about to give out on them, any out-of-place clicks could be a trap set by Mr. Agreste.

And then Ladybug let out a quiet oh.

Chat Noir glanced forward, pulling his eyes off a flickering shadow on the wall that had caught his attention. Then he froze.

There, in front of them, was his mom. She lay in a glass container, her eyes closed, looking just she had on the day that she had vanished. She was pale in the murky light filtering down into the cavern, but she- she looked fine.

Was she just asleep? Maybe she had fallen under a spell, like Sleeping Beauty or something? Chat Noir's heart skipped a beat at the thought, then soared, hopeful. Maybe they could do something to break the spell, and then- and then-

He might have essentially lost his father because of the arrest, but maybe he could have his mom back.

"Nooroo, what happened?" Ladybug asked quietly. She stepped up next to Chat Noir, her shoulder brushing against his arm. "Can we help?"

"Emilie fell into a coma after using the Peacock for too long," Nooroo told them. He flitted around anxiously, flying up to Mrs. Agreste with a sad look on his face. "It was broken, so it was draining her and damaging her health every time that she used it. So Gabriel used magic to keep her alive as long as possible, and then to preserve her body after-"

The kwami kept talking, but Chat Noir couldn't hear him anymore over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, his heart dropping as Nooroo's words properly sank in. His mom wasn't in a coma anymore. She- she was actually gone. Dead. There was no coming back. No way to help her anymore.

No.

He- had had thought that he had come to terms with the possibility of his mom being dead years ago. She had been missing for ages, and her health hadn't been great before that. He had grieved, he had done a private memorial to her, and he had moved on. But then he had seen her, and for a moment- a glorious, terrible moment- he thought that maybe he could have her back. She looked fine. She looked like she was just asleep.

But she was actually gone.

Chat Noir's knees buckled, his breath coming faster. The whiplash from hope to grief was too much, too fast, too overwhelming. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't-

He had to get out. He needed to leave, now, he needed- needed-

"I need Marinette," Chat Noir managed. Maybe his mom was gone, maybe his father was a supervillain, but Marinette knew both sides of him and cared about him and was there for him and gave the best hugs and had been there when he found out about his dad and- "I- I need Marinette-"

"Kitty?" Ladybug sounded alarmed. Her arm slid around him, pulling him close to her. "Oh, gosh. Chat Noir-"

"I need Marinette," Chat Noir insisted. "Pl- please, I need-"

"Oh." Ladybug sounded worried. There was a pause, then, "I'm here, kitty. I've got you."

Chat Noir shook his head furiously, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as she pulled him closer to him. Ladybug was great usually, but she didn't know him. They were friends and partners and had an incredible bond, but Marinette had been his- his pillar for the past couple weeks. "N-no, I want Marinette, she's-"

"I'm right here, Adrien," Ladybug said again, rubbing his shoulder. "I've got you. We can go home soon, I promise. Then we can cuddle in my room. My parents will be fine with it, you know how much they love you. We'll all help you." She pressed her cheek to his. "Okay?"

Chat Noir startled at that, pulling himself back to stare at his partner.

She knew his name. How? Only Marinette knew his name. Maybe she had told Ladybug, except- no. Marinette wouldn't betray his trust like that, and he hadn't noticed Ladybug treating him any different than normal before. Maybe she had just guessed right when he broke down-?

But no. She had mentioned her room, and her parents knowing him which suggested-

He couldn't be this lucky.

"I didn't want to tell you like this," Ladybug murmured, reaching out and pulling him close again. Her thumb stroked his cheek, wiping away his tears. "Tikki and I thought it would be best to wait a couple of days to let things settle down so that we wouldn't overwhelm you with another reveal, but..."

She trailed off. Chat Noir still stared down at her, trying to see past the mask and make out Marinette's features underneath Ladybug's transformation. It was hard, though that might have been because he really couldn't see much of anything right now. Tears were still leaking out of his eyes, making everything blurry. Her voice, though- now that she mentioned it, if Chat Noir hadn't known that it was Ladybug speaking, he probably would have guessed that it was Marinette.

Well. Apparently he would have been right either way.

"Nooroo, how long will Mr. Agreste's spell keep?" Ladybug asked after a minute's pause. Her fingers had threaded through his hair, petting him gently. It felt good, but in a distant sort of way. "If we could have a couple days..."

"Uh...a day or two?" Nooroo offered. "It had to be recast pretty often."

"And if we took her out of the, ah, case?"

"It would break right away."

"Okay." Ladybug let out a long breath. "Once we reclaim the Horse Miraculous, I can jump in here and- and bring her to the right people. The police, probably. They'll know what to do." She hugged Chat Noir close. "We should go now, kitty. Let's get you home."

"But Maman-"

"There- there's nothing we can do to help, kitty." Ladybug's voice wavered, threatening to break, and Chat Noir distantly realized that she was only just managing to hold herself together as well. "I wish there was, but..."

"She died two years ago," Nooroo volunteered quietly. "And had been barely holding on before that."

Two years. That- that had been several years after she vanished. If they- if they had known, if his father had told the superheroes instead of doing whatever it was that he had been trying to accomplish, would they have been able to save her then? If Hawkmoth hadn't driven Master Fu off and had instead approached him to ask for help- if he had seen the Temple and the other guardians return and had called off his attacks then to just ask for help- maybe his mom would be alive now. Maybe he could have had his family again.

But now it was too late.

"We can give her a proper funeral and burial," Ladybug told Chat Noir quietly, shifting against him for a moment before bending down and heaving him up into her arms in a princess hold, just before his knees could fully give way. She staggered for a second under his weight, then caught herself. "She deserves that, rather than being left down here. But we don't need to do anything today, and-" Ladybug's voice wavered again before she caught it. "I can take this set-up to the police tomorrow by myself, so you don't have to see it again."

"I want to help," Chat Noir managed through his tears, curling up against his partner- his best friend, his Marinette- as best as he could. His breath was coming faster, his throat feeling uncomfortably tight, but he had to tell her. He had to make sure that she would let him help. He needed to help. "I want- I'm her son, I should help. I just can't-"

"Shh," Ladybug soothed, pressing her cheek against the side of his head. "Okay, we can try to work with that. Nooroo, where's the spell? If we can cast it again, maybe buy ourselves another week to recover..."

"I can show the spell to you later. Tomorrow, perhaps."

"Thank you." Ladybug squeezed Chat Noir tighter to her. "Would that be okay, kitty? We use the spell once more to keep her- to give ourselves some time," she corrected hastily. "And then when you're ready, we can move her?"

Chat Noir nodded, sharp and jerky. He could do that.

The next few minutes flew by in a blur. They hadn't gone back up the elevator- Ladybug had clearly picked up that he wouldn't be able to handle it- and had instead forced their way up through the skylight. Chat Noir blanked out after that, and only came back several minutes later, detransformed and bundled up in a blanket on Marinette's bed, feeling completely exhausted and wrung out. Marinette herself was next to him, curled up against his side.

"I think my kid's back," Plagg announced, flitting down to land in Adrien's lap- or at least where Adrien's lap would be, buried under several layers of blanket. "Finally! I was starting to get worried, it's been forever. Adrien?"

Adrien swallowed, blinking at Plagg. His eyes felt dry and scratchy. "My- my mom-"

"I know, kid." Plagg let out a comforting purr, pressing up against Adrien. "Marinette told me. I'm so sorry. I wish we could have done something."

Adrien nodded, swallowing again. "She's gone."

Plagg could only purr.

"Nooroo wanted me to pass on his apologies," Marinette said quietly, rubbing her hand against Adrien's arm. "He didn't know that you were Chat Noir, so he didn't know to warn us beforehand."

"He still should have, I think!" another voice piped up, and Adrien startled as Tikki appeared at the foot of the bed. "I think anyone would have appreciated a heads-up. But it had become normal to him after being with Mr. Agreste for so long, so he didn't think of that."

"Oh," Adrien managed to croak, watching as Tikki floated across the bed, struggling to carry something limp and dark- a washcloth? "Okay."

"He and Duusu have gone back into the box for now," Marinette told him quietly, reaching across the bed to take the thing- it was a washcloth- from Tikki. She shifted, adjusting her seat, then started wiping down Adrien's face, washing off the dried trails of tears. Adrien closed his eyes, enjoying the cool, refreshing feel. "Any questions can wait. You got a bad shock."

"Mmm." Adrien relaxed into Marinette's touch, enjoying the attention. He couldn't make himself move, not that he would probably be able to with how snugly she had wrapped him up. Marinette kept wiping down his face, then gently pressed the washcloth to his eyes. It felt good against the puffy skin. He waited for a few minutes, then spoke again. "Mari?"

"Mmhmm?"

"You're Ladybug?"

There was a sigh, and then Marinette sat back. Adrien blinked open his eyes, distantly noting that they felt better already, not quite so swollen and puffy. Marinette was sitting facing him, but her eyes were on her lap. "Yeah. That- that wasn't how I planned on telling you, I'm sorry."

"We knew it was a possibility that something might happen and you would have to do a battlefield reveal, but we- all three of us- thought that the chances of something like that happening was almost nonexistent," Plagg chimed in, flying up into Adrien's line of sight. "But we figured that if we told you- well, the chances of you not being ready and things backfiring somehow would probably be a bigger concern. And we couldn't think of a way to ask without giving things away."

"I wanted to," Marinette said quietly. "So that you wouldn't have to worry about having to tell Ladybug when I already knew, and so that you could know that I was going to be there for you on both sides of the mask. But you were so insistent on Ladybug not knowing, I didn't know if telling you anyway would help or not. If I had known-"

Adrien managed to shake his head. "There- there wasn't any way of knowing. If I hadn't dug in my heels so much about not letting Ladybug know who I was-"

"Okay, okay, let's not get carried away with blaming ourselves," Plagg interjected quickly. "Things could have gone differently, we get that. Hindsight is 20/20 and all that, huzzah."

Adrien had to smile at that. Plagg never changed.

"I'm glad everything is out in the open now, at least," Marinette said after a minute. "I've been trying to figure out how I could tell you, but I hadn't been coming up with anything. Like, would the best way be to just saunter up to your room with a cupcake, knock, and go 'surprise, I'm Ladybug! Have a cupcake!'"

Snorting, Adrien shook his head. "Why a cupcake and not macarons? Or cake? Why is there food involved at all?"

"Bribery?" Marinette suggested weakly, turning back around to settle down at his side. "Minor distraction?"

"Oh, bug." Adrien nuzzled down next to her. As if she would ever need to bribe him to- what? Not be upset with her? She had just been trying her best to respect his wishes and not make things harder for him. He could recognize that much. Adrien paused for a beat, then added, "Ah, just in the interest of full disclosure, I don't think I could eat anything right now. I think- I think my stomach is all twisted up into knots. I'd be sick if I even tried."

"I'm not surprised," Marinette admitted. "I'm feeling a bit ill, too, and I didn't get as big of a shock as you did. Don't feel like you have to eat unless you actually want to." She started rubbing his back again. "Maman came up while you were out, so she knows- sort of knows, at least- what happened, so she already knows not to expect us at dinner. I didn't tell her that we're Ladybug and Chat Noir," she added quickly. "Just that- that they had found your mom and that- that nothing could be done." Her voice got quieter with every word, and Adrien guessed that she regretted bringing it up again. They had more or less changed topics to something less unpleasant before, moving into safer topics for discussion. Now they were right back where they had started.

Adrien felt nausea welling up again, the image of his mother just lying there flashing through his mind again. He forcibly pushed it away, not wanting to break down again. "Okay."

"She said that she's going to look up food that should be less likely to upset your stomach so she can make it for dinner," Marinette added. "So that there will be leftovers for us to eat whenever we feel ready."

Adrien nodded again. "Okay."

"Do- do you want to maybe lie down and take a nap?" Marinette suggested after a moment. "I can unwrap the blankets so that you don't overheat. It might help you feel better."

A nap sounded like a great idea, actually. The cool washcloth had woken him up a little before, but now that Marinette mentioned sleep, that was all Adrien wanted to do. "Yes, please."

"Okay." Marinette pushed herself up and made short work of the blankets, freeing Adrien. "You can scoot down now so that you can lay down properly."

"But this is your bed!" Adrien protested, pushing past the approaching fog as best he could. "I don't want to take your bed away-"

Marinette giggled. "You don't take up that much room. And I don't mind, kitty. Really." She helped him slide down, then arranged her pillow under his head. "How's that?"

"Good. Are you sure-"

"Positive."

"Okay," Adrien managed around a yawn. He reached out, even as his eyes drifted closed, and his fingers found Marinette's. "Stay with me?"

Marinette threaded her fingers through his, giving them a light squeeze. "Always."

  The funeral for Emilie Agreste was a quiet affair. Since her remaining (non-jailed) family- Adrien, his aunt, and his cousin- didn't want it to become a public spectacle, the whole thing was private, by-invitation-only, and had bouncers at the doors. Amelie had managed to track down a handful of Emilie's friends, and Adrien had invited a few of his own friends for support.

And the Dupain-Chengs, of course. He couldn't ask for better support than them. They had closed the bakery for several days so that they could be available for him, even if he had ended up only wanting Marinette's company for a large chunk of that time. They made sure to stock their cupboards with plenty of foods that he could eat even if he was feeling queasy, and hadn't put any pressure on him to eat when he didn't feel up to it. They had even done the work of reaching out to his aunt for him, relaying the news when Adrien didn't think that he could do it, and had handled most of the correspondence about funeral arrangements until Adrien was more ready. While Adrien was spending time with Sabine, Ladybug ventured out on her own to tell the police about their discovery and to cast the spell to give them a couple more days before they would have to deal with Mrs. Agreste.

Going into that cavern again and Portaling the case with Mrs. Agreste in it out a week after their discovery had probably been the hardest thing Adrien had ever had to do. It was hard not to let the memories of shock and grief overwhelm him again, and to keep himself composed while delivering the body to the police. But he had managed it.

And then he went back to the Dupain-Cheng house, tried to drown himself in the shower, and then curled up in Marinette's bed, because it was comfy and Marinette was nearby and she had loads of blankets that he could burrow beneath that smelled like her. She curled up next to him for a bit, then headed down to the main part of her room to give him some space and get some sewing done. The sound of the sewing machine had been really comforting. Adrien dozed off to the sound, happy knowing that his Lady was so close nearby.

He was going to go right back to their house as soon as the funeral was over. Maybe being at the funeral wasn't as hard as getting his mom's body out- or finding it the first time- but it was still pretty draining, and there was really no better place to recover from that. The Dupain-Cheng home just felt so safe, comforting and warm and welcoming.

He would spend time in his own room, but it just... it was different, and it didn't have Marinette in it. Maybe if he wanted to spend some time alone then he would go to his own room, but Adrien liked the quiet company.

The day dragged on even with the limited guest list. There was the service, then a trip to the cemetery to finally bury Emilie Agreste. Then there had been a reception at a hall nearby, at the insistence of Adrien's aunt, and that had been the most exhausting part by far. Everyone wanted to talk to Adrien and express their condolences for both Emilie's death and Mr. Agreste's arrest, and since he didn't have any other siblings, pretty much all of the attention was on him. Amelie had joined him for a bit to divert some of the attention, but it was all just so much.

Adrien was very glad when the Dupain-Chengs decided that it was time for them to go. They waved good-bye to all of the people who had come to mourn his mom, and then the day was done. Finally.

Adrien sighed, leaning back in his car seat as Mr. Dupain maneuvered the car down the streets back towards the bakery. That was done. It was over. He was still going to mourn his mom, of course, but he could focus on something else now. His mom would want him to move on with his life, like he had been doing the past several years.

And thankfully, he had a new family to help him do just that.

#Miraculous Ladybug #my writing #Move to Safety

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caryl first date headcanon

i wrote a stream of consciousness caryl headcanon i was thinking about when i couldn’t sleep last night. no i did not proofread it. yes it is rambling nonsense. yes you can read it if you want: 

so i genuinely don’t know what the timeline for canon is gonna be now that we got bottle episodes, s11, and the spin-off, but just for a moment let us pretend that it happens during the bottle episodes and then we have all of s11 to watch caryl trying to figure out how to navigate a relationship with each other

cuz like, they gon fuck right away, bc things are gonna get heated, and tensions are gonna be high, and they’re gonna snap like a trip wire and fucking ravish each other, that’s without question

so the first little while of their relationship will be mostly getting intimately familiar with each other’s bodies down to every last freckle

but once they’ve simmered down some they’re gonna need to address the “oh shit, wait, how does a relationship work?” problem

cue: caryl’s first date

it’ll take place in commonwealth, and i’ve never read the comics and i know jack all about it outside of what i’ve skimmed, but we’re gonna ignore that for the sake of my fun post

i know enough about it to know that there are definitely places to have a date

daryl knows this too, tho he doesn’t rly think about it right away. at first he’s more confused and sort of standoffish about the whole place, bc he was always a forest-dweller even before the apocalypse, so seeing this new metropolis-like place after years of living like a gd pioneer is gonna throw him way off kilter

right up until he’s chillin’ with judith and she’s talking about how she’s excited to see her first concert, and they have restaurants, and things she’s only ever read about, and then out of nowhere she’ll pull out, “are you gonna take aunt carol on a date?” 

and daryl will stare at her

and she’ll be like “rosita was telling me about how father gabriel took her on a real date and how nice it was. you should do that for aunt carol” 

and daryl will stare at her

and then will hastily change the subject (she’ll see right through him, ofc, but she’ll let it slide)

but the thought will stick with him, and suddenly he’s looking at the schedule of upcoming concerts and plays and wondering if carol would care about any of it. does she like shakespeare? the most experience he would have had with shakespeare was ripping out a couple pages of his school copy of romeo and juliet to use to light some firewood

but maybe she’s into it???

eventually he’ll reach the inevitable conclusion that the only way this is going to work is if he actually asks her to go on a date with him, which should be easy, right? like, he was ball’s deep inside her last night and told her good morning by putting his face between his legs, so surely asking someone on a date is simple

it will not be simple

bc yeah, they fuck all the time, and obviously they’re head-over-heels in love with each other, they’re each other’s soulmates, yada yada, but also daryl’s extremely emotionally repressed and has the romance skills of a fifteen year old having his mom drive him and his date to his first homecoming dance, only worse bc he never even went to any school dances

but after Dwelling On It for ages he’ll finally get fed up with himself and will vow to stop being a pussy. he’ll ask her before the day’s over or he’ll shoot a bolt into his own foot, ok, no more excuses

so the whole day he’s jittery af

you’d think he’s trying to pop the question, but all he wants to do is go eat dinner with carol and then watch some people recite lines from a play written hundreds of years ago, like, what is his Deal(tm)??? 

(his deal is, ofc, that he waited so long to have her, and now every new thing feels tenuous, bc he’d rather die than lose her, and sure she knows him better than anyone, but never in this context, and plus her last dude basically bled passion and romance no matter how obnoxious, and what if she realizes just how fucking clueless he is and decides she doesn’t really want to be with a middle-aged man who still gets tongue-tied around a pretty girl?)

(but also she deserves a gd date, alright? she deserves it, and so he’s going to give it to her, even if going face-to-face with a walker horde is less intimidating)

carol notices something’s off with him right away, but she waits until after dinner, when the kids have gone to their rooms and the two of them are alone washing dishes to ask, “hey, so what the fuck?” 

and daryl will be like, k, it’s now or never

and he will 100% make a fool of himself by stumbling alllll over his words, like, “nothin’s wrong, i’m fine, everythin’s real fine, i was just wonderin’ if mb you’d wanna, y’know, i dunno, they got all these shows and shit that we ain’t had in forever and i didn’t know if mb you’d wanna go see one? and mb get some food? with me, i mean. like, together. like i’d take you there and we could do those things, like a, you know, a date. but it’s cool if not, no worries, i get it if it’s not your thing, but i just thought i’d ask, but no, you’re right, it’s stupid, forget i said anythin’, hey look at the time, well i’m beat, gonna go to sleep now, goodbye”

and carol will go, “hold up”

and she’ll take daryl by the wrist before he can flee the room (bc he definitely intends to), and pulls him close and kisses him all sweet, and she’s gotta stand on her tiptoes to do it bc she’s in a pair of knit socks and he’s got his boots on so there’s more of a height difference than usual, and after she’s successfully managed to keep daryl from falling straight into a panic spiral, she’ll whisper, “i’d love to, let’s go this weekend”

and then she’ll just turn back to doing dishes without another word on the matter 

(bc, as previously stated, she knows daryl better than anyone, and she knows exactly what all his insecurities are and how much it must have taken him to ask her that, and so she’s not gonna harp on it or tease him)

(daryl recognizes this and loves her desperately for it)

the actual date is way easier than daryl expected

bc he spent all this time hyping it up, but when it comes right down to it, he just gets to spend a night with carol where they don’t have the kids to worry about, or any council business, and they just get to enjoy each other’s company

she even dressed up a little for him, which was unnecessary, but he most certainly appreciates it and can’t wait to tear the outfit off of her later

(it does make him regret the fact that he’s only had one pair of pants for the past ten years, but she doesn’t seem to mind)

they end up seeing a shakespeare play

daryl understands like 2% at best, but carol holds his hand and rests her head on his shoulder the whole time, and apparently it’s a comedy bc she laughs a lot, and that alone makes it worth it

they fuck like crazy when they get home, obviously

but it’s different than it had been previously, bc now their “togetherness” seems more solidified

like, they’re officially a “couple” now

like the type of couple that gets a babysitter for the night so they can go to the apocalyptic version of dinner and a movie together and then have sex and then fall asleep right afterwards bc they’re domestic af

and like, deep down both of them knows that this isn’t the life that they’re meant to live in forever, a la commonwealth/domestic bliss, and he wasn’t kidding when he told her new mexico was still out there, and he can feel a shift coming sooner rather than later

but he also knows they’ll be together when it happens, and they’ll figure out their own version of “date night” when they’re out exploring

but for now he’s content to do it the old fashioned way, though

when she falls asleep on his chest that night he rubs her back and kisses the top of her head, and he’s already planning their next night out

he might pick a show with modern english, though

but it’s not required

just so long as they’re together

the end 

#this was just me writing down the words my brain was thinking #didn't reread it #p sure it's in like five different tenses #but i stand by it #early caryl relationship will be so awk and adorable #caryl #twd #dunlap tp

[castielmydarling]

this is me trying

Castiel wakes up in The Empty this is his chance to get back to his family. To Dean. 

so Im not really a writer lol but Ive been with dean and cas from the beginning and I really wanted to contribute to the 100k fics so here it is. on ao3

“Cas...”

Castiel jolts awake. He looks around seeing nothing but darkness. It only takes a second to remember what happened. He remembers Dean looking up at him from the floor where he threw him to safety. A mild look of shock and confusion colors his face. Maybe even some sadness? Yes Castiel suspected Dean would be sad that he was gone but he would also be alive which was the important thing.

Castiel remembered The Empty coming for him. Enveloping him in darkness to pull him in to his final resting place.

Or so he thought.

Once again he’s awake in The Empty when he shouldn’t be. Castiel gets up and starts walking. Much like last time he doesn’t see anything.  It feels like he’s walking forward but without being able to see anything it’s impossible to know what direction he’s going in, if he’s making any headway at all. He reaches out around him but feels nothing.

It all looks the same but something is different. Something is wrong. He stops to concentrate on tries to focus on what’s so different this time.

Noise.

Castiel opens his eyes with sudden clarity that he’s surrounded by noise. He strains to listen but can’t make anything out. Muffled voices, he thinks, and wings maybe?

“Hello?” he calls out “Is anyone there?”

Castiel continues walking forward. Calling out for help. For others he knows would be there like Gabriel and Balthazar. Even tries calling for Meg but still no response. The voices are getting louder but he still can’t make anything out.

After walking for what feels like days he stops in his tracks with a sudden pain in his chest.

“Cas…”

He looks around. That sounded like…no impossible. He’s overcome with a sense of grief and despair.

“Dean?”

Castiel starts running with determination to get out. Before he was walking aimlessly without a real sense of direction of where he was going and what he was doing. He knew he was supposed to be here. He made a deal that he intended to keep so he wasn’t exactly trying to escape.

But now? Now he had to get out.

He continues running when suddenly he hits something solid. He stumbles to the floor in pain.

“There you are.”

He looks up. It looks like Meg but he can sense the difference.

“Why is it always you?” it buzzes around him clearly stressed.

“I didn’t do anything. I was holding up my end of the deal just fine when I woke up. I didn’t know why then and I don’t know why now.” Castiel stands up rubbing his head.

“You. Your son. The Winchester. Same difference. I’m awake because of you and now everyone is awake because of you!” The Empty walks around him frazzled “All I want is silence and sleep!” She continues walking around in circles muttering about bombs and it being loud.

“Then send me back!” Castiel pleads “If all this started because of me then get rid of the problem!”

“And let you negate on your deal?” The Empty shakes its head “No no no you can’t keep doing this!”

“I kept up my end!” Cas yells. He takes a deep breath “Whatever Jack did I had no hand in it. He knew about the deal. What it meant to me to honor the terms. Whatever he did I don’t think it was intentional.”

The Empty laughs “Oh blowing up a bomb waking everyone up wasn’t intentional?”

Castiel pinches his eyebrows “I have no idea what you’re talking about. As I’ve already told you I was here. I woke up. That’s it, that’s all I know.”

Castiel groans “You sent me back before. Can’t you just send them back? Send us all back then you’ll get the peace and quiet you so desperately want.”

The Empty looks around defeated. “This isn’t right” she grumbles “you should be mine, they should all be mine!” She whines.

Castiel tries to keep the hope out of his voice “Ok and we all will be again. Eventually.” He takes a step closer to The Empty “But is it really worth it trying to keep us here now? It’s loud and it’s only going to get louder. All you want to do is sleep right?”

The Empty nods her head furiously.

“Then the only way that is going to happen is if you let us all go.”

The Empty throws its hands up in defeat. “If that’s what it takes to finally get some peace and quiet then fine. I’ll let you go.” It says bitterly “And one by one you’ll come back and I’ll make sure none of you ever wake up again.”

“That’s fair” Castiel says earnestly.

“Oh not you” laughs The Empty.

“What?” Castiel asks unable to keep the fear out of his voice “but I thought…”

The Empty looks at him in anger “Don’t worry your pretty little head. You’re getting out with the rest of them but you won’t be back. I’m done trying to keep you here. I will not be waking up a third time because of you.”

Castiel can’t hide his smile “for what it’s worth I am sorry about all this” he says sincerely.

The Empty laughs humorlessly “Just get out” she says defeated and tired.

A flash of light erupts in the darkness. It’s so bright he can’t help but close his eyes.

Castiel keeps his eyes closed. He’s afraid of what he’ll see when he opens them. Will it be darkness? Was The Empty just playing with him? Or worse, did it release everyone but him?

He opens his eyes and looks around taking in his surroundings. The bunker. He sees the chair in the middle of the room, his blood still dry on the door. It looks darker now.

Suddenly he feels that pain in his chest again.

“Dean.”

Castiel opens the door and runs towards Dean’s room. He has no idea what day it is or the time. He doesn’t even know if Dean is here but it’s a start. He hesitates at the door. Slowly he knocks.

“Go away Sam. I’m fine.”

“Dean” Castiel calls out “It’s not Sam. It’s me.”

“Great” he hears muffled through the door “now I’m hallucinating.”

Castiel opens the door. Dean is at his desk slumped over. Papers scattered all over it and the floor. He raises his head.

“And now my hallucinations can open doors. Maybe Sam was right, I do drink too much.” He drops his head back down.

“While I’m sure Sam is correct you are not hallucinating Dean.” Cas slowly walks over to him. Lightly touches his shoulder. No blood to stain him this time. Dean jerks his head up.

“Cas?” he says weak “Is that really you?” He pushes the chair stumbling to stand up.

Cas steadies him. “Yes Dean, it’s really me.”

Dean falls into his arms clinging to him like his life depends on it because in a way it does. Cas holds him tight keeping Dean grounded. He can feel Dean mumble something into his chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

Dean leans back just enough to look up at him. “I said I don’t even care if this is a hallucination” Dean looks at him sadly. He moves to bring his hand up like he wants to touch his face but stops. Dean looks scared as if touching his face he’ll break whatever this alcohol grief induced hallucination is and he’ll lose everything again.

“Oh Dean”

Cas reaches for Dean’s hand bringing it to his face. Dean’s eyes slowly change from scared to hopeful. Cas presses a kiss gently to his hand.

“I’m real.”

Dean drops his head squeezing Cas against him. “We are.”

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #destiel fic #my small contribution to the 100k cause

[theycallmequeenie]

Not Strong enough to let go

Gabriel x Reader One Shot

Note: Gif not mine. Credit to the original creator/ owner which I believe is @astralgabriel but I may be incorrect. Kinda AU, established Gabriel x Reader romantic relationship. Established Reader x Winchester friendship. Set in season 13. Cannon level violence. Word count is at roughly 2140.

 Master List

Y/N had known the Winchesters for a couple of years now and through them she had been introduce to Gabriel. The pair had hit it off from the start and were now inseparable. Y/N before joining the Winchesters had studied theology which seemingly gave her an edge on dealing with some of the things the hunter’s life had to deal with and gave her and Gabriel something to talk about and bond over in a sense. She would always take down meticulous notes anytime Gabriel would finally open up about his family or his time in heaven.

Gabriel found some joy in talking with Y/N about the past. This was something that never happened with him before, He was at ease around her and he noted to himself that for him wasn’t a usual thing for him ever. This feeling of easiness and comfort was enjoyable to him which helped him decide that hanging around the bunker wasn’t such a terrible idea. Staying would in turn move his relationship with Y/N along, which was something he truly desired for the first time since he was with Kali and would give him a chance to get to know his nephew, by Lucifer, Jack. Something he thought was a nifty bonus.

Y/N was in the bunker’s library reading something to help the Winchester brothers find a way to reopen the portal to the ‘Apocalypse World’ so that they could save their mom. She was trying to find even hint of an idea of how to help. As she was sitting with her back to the rest of the bunker sort of in her own little world, Gabe decided to check on her and in return he startled her and luckily was able to catch the flying book that was previously in her hands.

Gabe sheepishly chuckled, “Sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He lowered himself just enough to wrap his arms around Y/N’s shoulders as she sat in the chair trying to calm her racing heartrate. “Since we have the place to ourselves, I thought maybe me and my Special Girl could maybe get some alone time together, what do ya say Babes?”  He waggled his eyebrows as he spoke but frowned when he saw her shake her head no.

She sighed as she shook her head in response to his offer. She knew that frustrated him to no end and she felt terrible about it. For a few weeks now that had been the same answer to his same question. She was focused on the task that was given to her and she would slave over the lore books to the point of exhaustion. She would stumble to their shared room nap for a few hours and do it all over again. She knew it was worrying Gabe, but she also knew it had to be done. The longer it took to find answers the more of a chance that they weren’t going to find Mary alive and well. “I’m sorry Gabe but if I don’t do this research who will? We still need answers and the boys are off in a hunt…”

Gabe stopped her before she could continue annoyed and slightly angered. He was really feeling rejected by her in that aspect lately and had finally had enough. He did his best to reign in as much of his anger at the situation as he could but some of it seeped through into his words and his tone. “I don’t know, maybe the two whose mother is trapped over there?! They are using you as their research bitch, Y/N! Can’t you see that?” His whiskey colored eyes blazed with all his pent-up emotion. “Or are you using their research as an excuse because you don’t want me anymore?” He almost whispered, the thought of the woman that he was so in love with had possible fallen out of love with him crushed him to the core.

Seeing the pain in his eyes broke her heart. “Gabe. That is so far from the truth and you should know that. Hell, you are basically all I think about. All you ever need to do is read my mind if you feel any doubt about my feelings for you.” She stood and placed her forehead to his and focused all her energy on making him feel her love she held for him. She wanted it to wrap around him like his wings would often wrap around her in the times she needed comforted. “I know we have been up to our necks in it lately and I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you, but Gabe, I am to the point that I feel guilty for needing sleep because it takes time away from possibly finding what we need to get her home. I’m sorry…” Her voice cracked at her last two words and she walked away from the archangel, leaving him essentially speechless.

He watched as Y/N stormed off toward their room and jumped slightly as he heard the door slam shut. “Okay, how is this my fault?!” He exclaimed, as he stomped back to their room to try and talk to her. “C’mon, Sugar. Talk to me.” He spoke as he opened the door expecting to see her curled up on their bed but instead, he saw her quickly packing her go bag. He frowned deeply. “You’re leaving…” It was meant as a question but came out as more of a statement almost feeling rejected again.

Looking up from what she was doing she shook her head no once again. “No, Feathers. We are leaving. Sam called they need our help. Dean got hurt and is on the shelf. He needs a couple extra sets of hands. Hunters work is never finished, Handsome.” She frowned seemingly a little disappointed. As she walked by him, she put her hand on his forearm. “Looks like Willy Wonka and cuddling will have to wait, again.”

Gabriel was pleasantly surprised at her words and thought, ‘Hey at least she was considering more than just napping in here for three hours and running back to that Dad damn library again.’ He smiled and followed Y/N out to her car. “Alright. Let’s go gank this sucker so we can get back here and get our snuggle on.”

The two drove the few hours to meet up with Sam and the injured Dean and listened to Sam filled them in on what happened and what they were hunting. Seems they underestimated a nest of vampires and one of them had gotten the drop on Dean which resulted in a concussion and him having to sit the rest of the hunt out. So, they sat and planed it all out and waiting for night to come.

As it started getting dark Y/N, Sam, and Gabriel piled into the Impala and headed toward the nest’s location Y/N and Gabriel were in the back seat together leaving Sam in the front by himself to drive. Gabriel insisted that she sat with him. They held onto each other’s hands the entire drive there. He knew Y/N still had some doubts about her hunting abilities and was doing his best to help her psych herself up for the battle that lay ahead of the three of them.

Sam put the impala in park and cleared his throat to let the two know they were there. Y/N got out of the back seat first and met Sam at the trunk where he handed her a machete and made sure she was ready for the coming battle. With a nod and a glance over her shoulder to make sure Gabriel was right behind her they made their way into the nest and started fighting.

Sam had managed to kill two vampires so far and Y/N managed to get one but was tussling with another that happened to be three times the size of her.  Sam went to help her when one jumped on his back and Gabriel was fighting another vampire leaving Y/N to fend off the large vampire by herself. She was losing the fight. The Vampire had managed to get several solid hits in on her and knocking her machete out of her grasp. The vampire that was fighting her pinned her to the wall with one hand forcing a terrified squeak out of her throat and picking up the blade in his other hand. Gabriel looked up in time to watch the monster shove the machete into Y/N’s abdomen. He saw her eyes go wide from the shock of being run through with her own blade.

Gabriel smites the vampire he was fighting and yells to Sam, who had just finished beheading the vampire that he was fighting with. Sam yells “No!” Gabriel snaps his fingers and the vampire that stabbed Y/N disintegrates on the spot. Before Sam knows it, Gabe is next to Y/N cradling her trying to heal her, but it wasn’t working for some reason which was only adding to Gabriel’s panic.

“No no no no… You gotta stay with me, Love. Please don’t leave me, Sugar.” There were tears in his voice as he kept trying to heal Y/N but to no avail. He couldn’t figure out why, he had never not been able to heal her before. He sent up a silent prayer to his father asking him for help, but he knew it was all for naught. As he cradled his dying love to him, he did his best to contain his emotions, but his eyes were betraying him. He started murmuring to her softly in Enochian because he knew it would bring her comfort.

Y/N whimpered softly against him fighting back a cough, “Gabe. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.” She had to pause to take a few ragged breaths before continuing, “Gabriel, I need to tell you this before…”

Y/N had to pause again but this time Gabriel tried to shush her, “Baby save your strength, okay? You don’t need to tell me anything. I’m going to get you beck to the motel room and we are going to get you patched up and everything is going to be just peaches and cream.” He looked to Sam and nodded silently telling him that he would see him back at the motel and disappeared whit Y/N.

Gabriel arrived with a dying Y/N in his arms about the same time Sam got back to the motel. Sam somehow made land speed records to be there. Dean jumped up despite the concussion. Gabe laid Y/N down on the bed that wasn’t occupied though he stayed close to her. He tried in vain to heal her would again. Though he knew deep down it wasn’t going to work.

As Sam started to explain to his brother what transpired, Gabriel felt Y/n weakly clutch his hand to get his attention. She knew her time was drawing close and she could see the reaper in the corner of the room waiting for her. She mustered her last bit of energy to speak to Gabriel.

“Gabriel…” She gasped for air, “You need to hear this.” She paused again feeling weaker and weaker by the second. “I love you, Feathers.” As she forced the words out, she heard the Reaper speak in a gentle voice to her telling her it was her time to go. Y/N reluctantly went with the Reaper that had come to collect her, as she crossed to the other side her body went limp in Gabriel’s arms.

Gabriel felt her leave him and let out a pained scream the likes of which the Winchesters never heard. Sam and Dean simply watched as the archangel before them mourn the loss of his love in awe. Gabriel wept openly over the loss of Y/N as he held her now lifeless body to him.

Sam and Dean let him have an hour with Y/N’s body before they suggested moving on with the process of her passing and getting her Hunter’s Funeral in the works.  Which Gabriel didn’t react positively to, but they knew that was going to be the case. It took them some time to talk Gabe into going through the proper motions, but it was done and it about broke Gabriel to say goodbye to her in that final way. Sam told Gabe that they had found a spell to open the portal to get their mom back. Gabe gave them a bitter laugh but said he was in. He figured that would be an easy way out of his pain that wouldn’t offend his father. He was going with the boys to Apocalypse World with no plan in coming back…

The End

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