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indianamoonshine · 3 years

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Girl Talk | Din Djarin x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: What does a gal do when she’s just been railed by the most notorious bounty hunter in The Galaxy? Call her best friend of course.

A/N: Just something to tide you over until the next installment of Strawberry! I have anxiety and I need to busy my hands without thinking too much! This takes place after season 2!

There’s a crackling on the other end of the receiver. The telegraph service majorly bites out here on Besiana, which has been dubbed “the trench of The Galaxy”. Getting connected to Gabriele at all is a miracle in itself, though not without exploiting a few (somewhat) illegal hacks by yours truly.

Hells, not even this shitty phoning service can put you in a sour mood.

When Gabriele’s voice sounds at the other end, it gives the air that he’s just awoken from a heavy sleep or he’s suffering a hangover. Probably both. “Now what the hell are you doing all the way out in butt-fucking-nowh…” he starts.

You’re quick to cut him off. “Take a guess.”

Gabriele groans and there’s a rummaging in the background. Something sounds as though it falls off a surface - his alarm clock, probably. He must be in the inner rim somewhere.

“Miss girl, I don’t have time to play these games with you. My head is pounding. Now tell me why you’re in the catacombs of The Galaxy’s ass and…”

Behind you, a body shuffles from outside the refresher door. Your heart thuds rambunctiously in your chest as you carefully peer through a crack of the opening. Din Djarin - The Galaxy’s most notorious Mandalorian- is taking a seat with his rifle in hand. You watch as he begins to disassemble it with great technical precision. Something about watching him take apart his weapon causes your stomach to flutter.

And your knees to weaken.

“I just had sex,” you tell him in a whisper.

Gabriele is silent on the other end for a moment and then lets out a sigh of great disappointment. “Congratulations. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

“The best sex of my life.”

There’s another pause. “Oh?” His interest has piqued, voice more alert at the prospect of juicy gossip. After all, what were best friends for?

You let this linger in the air for a minute, just to marinate his curiosity, and then peek at Din again. He’s taking a rag and wiping the barrel of the rifle; if it weren’t for the helmet upon his head, you’d swear he was concentrating with furrowed and ascetic brow.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian who made a giant fuss a couple of years ago?” you inquire lowly, eyes unable to leave the steadiness of Din’s deft hands.

Those hands. You have to stop yourself from moaning at the recent memories. You swear you can still feel the ghostly sear they left in their wake. The naked skin upon your hips tingles at the sheer recollection, the slick still upon your thighs all-too prevalent.

“You’re lying,” is what Gabriele gasps, absolutely scandalized. You imagine him shooting up in bed and covering his mouth in awe. He was always so dramatic but you couldn’t blame him if he did. This was the exact reaction you were hoping for.

Din grabs another piece of his rifle and starts up again. You have to tear yourself away from looking at him and instead surmise yourself in the mirror. It isn’t very big in any sense of the word but it’ll do. You take a look at your face (blushed and bright) and then your eyes (dazed and dick-drunk). Hells, this man has ruined you.

“I know you have questions,” you reply, tapping at your cheeks. They feel softer somehow.

Gabriele squeaks a bit under his breath. “Did he take off his helmet?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see it. “No. And I think it awoken something in me.”

He tsks. “Damn. I wanna know what he looks like. Okay…”

“I know he’s a brunette,” you say slyly.

Gabriele shrieks at the other end and you have to angle the receiver away with a laugh. “Is it big?”

You recall the tactical consideration- albeit brief - it took to get his dick in your mouth. You did it though, ‘ole girl. You tap yourself on the shoulder with a proud grin.

“Oh, it is. It’s…it’s very nice.”

You find yourself looking out the door again. Din’s moved onto another gun - he’s already put together the last. You grow weary at the sight of his gloved hands alone, but when your eyes trail downwards you find yourself swallowing something thick in your throat. Which in turn, of course, reminds you of the tanginess still lingering upon your tongue.

“Gabriele,” you say seriously, voice so low you can barely hear yourself. “I came eight times.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Gabriele sounds more than just excited - now he sounds jealous. You can’t help but giggle.

You raise a hand to your chest in a show of honesty. “I mean it. Eight times. He went down on me for an hour.”

“I thought you said he didn’t take off his helmet?” Gabriele asks suspiciously.

You chuckle lowly. “Oh, that’s where it gets really good.”

Gabriele - one of the biggest sluts in The goddamned Galaxy - was no stranger to sex. So when you tell him that you were blindfolded during this portion of an absolute wild ride, you’re shocked to find him screeching once more.

You’re about to continue - to confide in him about the brutal rhythm of the ordeal - until a knock startles you. You press the receiver against your chest, still flushed and naked from the previous romp.

Din calls your name from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

You freeze, contemplating on everything you could say to this most bland of questions. “I’ll be out in a moment!” you decide, scolding yourself for being so timid. You were at the end of his dick a half-hour ago.

Din mumbles something and then departs. After he’s within a safe distance, you quickly raise the receiver and say, “I have to go. But I’ll tell you everything later.”

Gabriele gawks, “Was that him?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. Now I really have to go.”

“Oh my gods, okay. Fine.”

You smile, clutching at the durasteel of the phone. “Promise. Love you.”

Your best friend sighs theatrically. “Love you too. Be safe, okay? I don’t even know who I’d call to go after him if something happened to you. No one would be stupid enough.”

The idea of Din doing anything to put you in harm’s way is inconceivable. You’ve only known him for a short amount of time - a couple of weeks at most - but you already trust him with your life.

“I’d die a happy woman,” you joke.

A short while later, you exit the refresher with sopping, clean hair and any traces of sex scrubbed away from between your legs. Din’s allowed you to wear one of his night shirts (an honor in itself) because your clothes had been soiled.

Din is placing his rifle upon its rack when you sneak by for the kitchen. You pour yourself a cup of Java - black, unfortunately, because of Din’s lack of sweet tooth. The liquid is steaming hot so you blow on it before bringing it to your lips.

“Do you want one?” you ask him, taking a sip. It burns. “Oof.”

Din turns, armor somehow so dexterous in its bulk. “No, thank you. But…”

In a surprising move, Din reaches for your hips and pulls you flush against him, ignoring the mug altogether. You shriek, worried it might spill, and set it upon the countertop, but he pays little to no mind.

“You took awhile,” he mumbles, hands grasping at the flesh of your hips. They’ve already been treated so roughly today, and now you were sure there’d be bruising. Good.

You chew at your bottom lip, desperate to know what his eyes might look like. You imagine he has dark eyes - like the color of the sky at nightfall. Maybe they became brighter in the light of the suns. Maybe they crinkled when he laughed - if he were capable of that, anyway. You’ve yet to hear such music.

“I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” you confess, avoiding the steel gaze of his faceplate.

Din hums under his breath and taps your chin, lifting it just barely so that you can meet his stare. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, fluttering your lashes in a vain attempt to remain mysterious.

Din reaches for something behind you and reveals a scrap of fabric. “How about we try for nine?” The modulator of his helmet crackles a bit, causing his voice to sound more severe than what he may have liked.

But it does something to you.

You nod sweetly, a tiny grin threatening to sneak its way upon your face, before he takes you within his arms and lifts you upon the counter.

A shrieking, but playful, giggle bursts from your lips. “Din!” you chide, but tie the fabric around your eyes all the same.

The hiss of his helmet sounds, notifying you that he’s revealing himself to the elements now. You can hear his natural breath and feel the way it fans against your collarbones before he kisses you fiercely.

“Let me give you something to really talk about.”

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wordsnwhiskey · 3 years

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As It Should Be | Chapter 5: Breaking In The Newbies

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: After a rough and emotional night, Frankie makes a decision on Jack’s offer. Before they can get to that though, the morning debrief with Champ brings back a familiar face and Jack has you and Frankie teach the junior agents a lesson during combat training.

Rating: M

Warnings: Canon typical violence, guns, swearing, discussions about safewords.

A/N: Alright, a lot of stuff needed to happen here and we’re going to have a little action and see Frankie show off a bit. It was important to me that the discussion of safe words and Jack checking again for consent happened in a chapter separate from the actual smut. For me, it further emphasizes that Jack doesn’t want Frankie to feel pressured to accept or do anything he doesn’t want to because it’s “in the moment”. Consent is sexy, friends.

I have to give my love and thanks to mi esposa @danniburgh and my friend Agent Capri Sun for the beta reads, the fantastic constructive criticism and encouragement!

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The morning sun stirred Frankie. Even with his eyes still closed, he could tell the room was alight, but the warmth that surrounded him had nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the body next to him. He opened his eyes and realized he was definitely not in Whiskey’s guest bedroom. Instead, he was very much curled into Whiskey’s lightly rising chest. Frankie blushed, very unused to being the little spoon, and moreover, not used to someone’s morning wood poking at him. Whiskey was gently roused from sleep by Frankie’s small movements. He lifted his arm from around Frankie’s waist and stretched.

“G’morning Flyboy. You were having nightmares, so I brought you in here.

“Oh, sorry for waking you up and… thank you.” Frankie felt guilt sting at his throat.

Whiskey grunted and rolled out of bed to go shower.

“Nothing to worry about, partner. I’m no stranger to those kinds of nightmares.”

Frankie was grateful Whiskey understood and made no effort to pry. With a grunt of his own, Frankie got up from the bed and made his way to the kitchen, intent on trying to get coffee going while Whiskey showered.

Whiskey finished his shower and stepped out to dry off, then wrapped his towel around his waist. He was drawn to the kitchen by the smell of coffee, Frankie’s initiative quirking the corners of his mouth into a small smile. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched as Frankie poured their coffee, handing Whiskey’s to him black. Jack hummed his approval, a sound which he noted made Frankie preen a bit.

“Good boy.” Jack gestured to the coffee with a small wink as the air seemed to be pushed from Frankie’s lungs. “Now, as much as I enjoy the view of you in just my shorts, let's get you into something you can wear at the office.”

Frankie was rooted to the spot, Jack’s “good boy” ringing in his ears and sending a wave of warmth throughout his entire body. Jack didn’t comment, just let his smirk speak for itself as he took his coffee back to his room and opened the doors to his closet. His fingers tabbed at a few of the hanging suits as he looked back to see that Frankie had finally uprooted himself and joined him.

“We’re similar in build, so you ought to be able to pull off one of my suits…”

Frankie winced.

“Right, well then, let’s go with something a touch more casual.

Jack grabbed a pair of jeans, a blue button down, white t-shirt, belt, and socks, handing each article of clothing over to Frankie as he moved around his closet.

“There, that should do you. Comfortable, but still presentable for Statesman.”

Jack gave him a smile only to notice Frankie shifting his weight.

“Thanks,” came Frankie’s reply as he turned to get dressed. He didn’t mind going without boxers, but the sudden realization that he needed more clothes of his own hit Frankie as he dressed in the clothes Jack had given him.

“Hey Jack?”

Whiskey hummed in acknowledgement as he finished getting dressed himself: jeans, suspenders, white button down shirt, and a navy wool blazer.

“I was thinking about your offer last night, and… I’d like that.”

Whiskey turned to look at Frankie, giving him a once over, distantly thinking about how good Frankie looked in his clothes, and a mischievous smile lit up Whiskey’s face.

“I’m looking forward to it, Flyboy. We’ll discuss things a bit more at the end of the day in my office. It’s about as close to neutral territory as we’re gonna get for that conversation. For today though, I want you to be a good boy and stick to me like a shadow. We’re meeting with Champ first thing. Then, we’re gonna have some fun.”

Frankie nodded, rocking back on his heels for a moment, then fell in step with Whiskey as they headed out, both of them grabbing their respective hats as they went. The ride in Whiskey’s Bronco was quiet, and soon enough they were riding the elevator up to their floor in the Statesman tower.

You were seated at the conference table facing the double doors with Pope to your right.

“You sleep alright, Pope? Hope Ginger didn’t keep you too late.”

“She’s something, that’s for sure, Hawk, but she did let me go, eventually.”

He gave you a good natured laugh that slowly lost its shine.

“You hear from Fish, Hawk? Ginger told me where she put him up and I went to check on him last night, but he never answered.”

Worry bloomed in your chest, not that it had really gone away after seeing Frankie leave yesterday. You figured if he wanted or needed to talk, he would have reached out to you. Honestly, you had hoped he would have checked in with Pope at some point since he probably felt more comfortable with him. Just then, the conference double doors opened, giving way as Jack strode in, greeting you with a smile and tilt of his head. Relief eased the tension in your chest and shoulders when Frankie followed closely behind Jack. Your eyes darted over to Whiskey, fixing him with a questioning gaze as you realized the clothes Frankie was wearing belonged to Jack.

“Fish!” Pope practically jumped out of his chair, rushing over to Frankie with a duffle bag in tow. “I was worried about you, hermano. I went to the hotel, but you didn’t answer.”

To Frankie’s credit, his face didn’t betray much, but both you and Pope knew that Frankie didn’t have any other clothes aside from what he had left with.

“Uh, yeah, must’ve just missed you.”

You could tell Pope was filing the information away for later. Your eyes wandered to Jack’s again and you raised an eyebrow. At least you now had an idea why he had cancelled on you last night.

“Here, Fish. I figured you’d want your go bag.”

“Gracias, hermano.”

They clasped arms, then took their seats. Frankie grabbed the orange tinted glasses he had left the day before and put them on, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose. His gaze fell to yours and he gave you a small smile, but before you could say anything, Champ’s holo image flickered to life.

“Catfish! You’re looking mighty fine! Much better than yesterday.”

“Yes sir, thanks.”

Champ nodded. He’d been worried about how the man would fare, especially considering the news yesterday.

“Right, down to the business at hand. It does appear that a new cartel is making their play at center stage, picking up where Poppy left off. They’re not following Poppy’s business model, though. From what we understand, the group is headed by four individuals: Isabella Gómez, Duke Hernández, Steven Weisel and Emily Weisel. They’ve taken to calling themselves La Linda Rosa, likely after the Red Agent flowers. Up until now, they’ve been your run of the mill cartel, but it’s our belief that the Weisels have been instrumental in their production and processing of Agent Red. Recently, the Weisels purchased land in Colombia, and from our drone coverage, they may have set up processing plants there. We don’t know why the sudden shift to Agent Red, though. The plants themselves go for $500k per plant, and they take time to mature. We don’t think the Weisels are responsible for acquiring the plants, so that leaves either Isabella or Duke.”

Frankie’s attention drifted from Champ to the pictures on the screen and swore.

“Fuck. Pope, you know who that is, right? I thought they were in Australia?”

Pope did a double take, recognizing his old informant’s brother. The Statesman stared at the two men, waiting for them to elaborate. Frankie sighed and settled into his seat a bit more, knee bouncing anxiously.

“Four years ago, Pope came to me and the rest of our old team to take out Gabriel Martín Lorea and make out with the money he had stockpiled. Pope’s CI, Yovanna, and her brother, Duke, both worked for Lorea. In exchange for helping us, Pope got the brother out of jail and we dropped them off in Peru with papers to Australia and $3M. Looks like Duke wasn’t satisfied with life in Australia.”

Ginger frowned and pulled up Duke’s known associates, Yovanna’s picture following the others on screen.

“Yovanna appears to still be living in Australia, but it’s possible Duke grabbed the money and ran.”

Frankie closed his eyes, lifting his cap and carding his fingers through his hair before placing the hat back on his head and sighing.

“What’s the plan? Sounds like the plants and processing facilities need to be taken out, and then there’s the compound, too.”

Pope nodded, then sighed as well. This was bringing back memories for the both of them.

“We’ll also need to be wary of the local agencies. They’ll be on the lookout for anyone suspicious, especially if it’s anything like how it was with Lorea.”

Champ nodded and tilted his head to Ginger.

“We’re doing our own recon and then we’ll break out teams. Pope, Catfish, we’d like you to at least help with intel, and given your experience in taking down Lorea, if you’re up for it, I’d like you both on the compound assault team.”

You saw Pope and Frankie share a look, Frankie’s jaw clenched and then he nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Great, not to worry boys, Statesman has the best resources, stateside or otherwise. For now, I’m sure we can keep you plenty busy. Whiskey, don’t forget, today is your day for combat training with the new recruits. Bourbon, Cranberry needs you to test equipment in the lab later today.”

“Pope, could you actually stick around again for a bit? I’ve got some more intel I want to run through with you.” Ginger chimed in, and you were surprised he didn’t grimace at the idea of being locked in a room for hours again.

With that, the meeting was over, Champ’s holo image disappeared and they took their glasses off. Jack stood up and Frankie was quick to follow him, much to your intrigue. You stood up as well. You were eager to watch Jack have his way with the new agents. It was always fun. Whiskey seemed to know you would be following and beckoned for you to enter his office first, followed by Frankie, and Jack closed the door behind him.

“Go ahead and set your bag down wherever you’d like, Flyboy.”

Frankie dropped his bag in a corner then promptly started to rifle through it, pulling his shoes out and quickly swapping his dress shoes for them. He let out a sigh of relief as he rolled up on the balls of his feet and rocked back on his heels. He hated dress shoes.

You took a short minute to admire Frankie in the blue button down while he rolled up his sleeves. Jack’s fingers wrapped around your wrist and he tugged you into him.

“Missed you, darlin’.”

Smiling, you took his face in your hands and tugged him down for a kiss.

“Missed you too, Jack.”

You murmured against his lips, and you resolved not to ask about last night. Whatever happened, Frankie must have reached out to Jack, not you or Santi, and you’d leave it at that. Jack hummed contentedly for a moment before he pulled back and winked at you.

“Are you coming to watch us break in the newbies, darlin’? I was thinking you and Flyboy could do the first demo.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, but there was a playfulness in them as well.

“Us?” You questioned Jack with a raised eyebrow.

“First demo?” Came Frankie’s question as he whirled around to face you and Whiskey.

Jack’s smile broadened and he started out of his office and towards the elevator, expecting you and Frankie to follow.

“What are we demoing, Whiskey?”Frankie asked, more pointedly this time.

“Well, our newbies are scheduled to learn about disarms and what happens when the enemy goes for their gun. I thought it’d be good to have them start out seeing Bourbon disarm you.”

Frankie huffed as he crossed his arms and leaned against the elevator wall. You smiled as you leaned against the wall opposite Frankie.

“It’ll be just like old times, Fish.”

He groaned and shook his head.

“Why have me do the demo though? I’m not a Statesman agent.”

Before you could respond to reassure Frankie, Jack chimed in, eyeing him with nothing short of gleeful mischief. Jack enjoyed breaking the new agents in almost a little too much sometimes, but it was good for them, and he was good at it.

“No, you’re not, you’re ex-Delta Force, Frankie. These agents have had plenty of training, but they don’t have your experience, Flyboy. They’re gonna learn the difference today.”

Jack shared a similar philosophy with you when it came to combat training and sparring. You had been a terror in hand-to-hand, still were, you were proud to say. You knew there was often a size disadvantage, but you had learned to use your opponent’s momentum against them, and more importantly, you didn’t follow convention. In sparring matches, most people fought like they were sparring, which was fine for beginning, but there was a big difference between practicing and being in an actual fight. You never advocated for an all out brawl, but you refused to follow the typical learned pattern that people naturally gravitated towards. Tom had been predictable and a sore loser. Will was predictable but sweet. Benny, well, there was a reason he was semi-pro, which left Santi and Frankie. Santiago was fun, and you had lost your fair share of matches to both him and Benny. Frankie had a spark in his eyes when he sparred, but no matter how hard you had tried to get him to let go, he refused. It had nothing to do with anything silly like you being a woman, more to do with the fact that Frankie never seemed to just let himself go in that way. You had only seen him let go a bit twice, both times in the field and well worn down by the day.

The elevator dinging startled you out of your reverie, and you followed right behind Jack towards the training room. Frankie assumed they would be entering a gym of sorts, but he was sorely mistaken, and he realized the ‘floor’ they were on must have been composed of several. The ‘room’ was really more of a training complex housed in the unassuming tower. To the right, a group of 20 people stood, waiting. He gave them a cursory glance, and then his eyes were pulled to the range. He’d definitely have to visit to let off some stress. He followed as you and Whiskey led the way to the group of agents and hung back slightly as the group stood to attention.

“Well, look at this promising group of newbies, Bourbon. D’you think they’re up for today’s lesson?”

You let the smirk on your lips turn into a full crooked smile, you had more than a small idea as to what Jack was going to do. Looking over your shoulder, you caught Frankie’s eye and nodded for him to join you.

“I don’t know, Whiskey, simple concept, but we’ll see what their execution is like. My money is on our guy.”

The agents before you bristled, full of young pride that was well-earned. Whiskey’s hand clasped over Frankie’s shoulder as he introduced him to the new agents.

“Y’all are in for a treat. Our friend, Catfish, here, has generously volunteered to help train you on close quarters combat and disarms. Bourbon will demo the defense first. Catfish,” Whiskey took a pistol from the long table off to the side and handed it to Frankie. “Your objective is simple: shoot a blank at Bourbon.”

Frankie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his eyes sought yours to make sure you were comfortable. An answering smile was good enough for him, and he checked the pistol, confirming there were no live rounds, before looking back up at you. The two of you easily slid into a ready position, and Jack gestured for the new agents to give you some room.

“Halcón, when you go for the takedown, ten cuidado con mi espalda. Ya no soy joven.” [be careful with my back. I’m not young anymore.]

It only mildly annoyed you that he already knew you were going to go for the takedown, after priding yourself on your spontaneity earlier, but you pushed that out of your mind as you both stood a few steps apart. There would be a split second when Frankie pulled his pistol and took a readying step. That would be where you would have an opening and make your move. A tense handful of seconds that seemed to stretch on filled the air. Jack watched the new agents, the tension between you and Frankie seemed to embed itself in the junior agents’ lungs as they all waited with bated breath.

Nothing telegraphed Frankie’s quick movements as he drew his pistol, but on instinct, your body was moving. He saw your left hand fly out to redirect his momentum and push his gun hand away, quickly shifting to plant his weight, keeping you from landing the takedown this early. The training you and Frankie had received taught you to be efficient and end things quickly. That was easier said when you had spent years training together. The junior agents seemed to still be holding their breath while you traded blows. Your moment of opportunity came, and you took it. Frankie seemed to understand what was happening but his balance was off. You stepped into him, your hip bumping his as your hand came to grip over the top of his pistol. The next thing everyone knew, you were both on the ground, the gun skittering harmlessly away, and Frankie’s arm in an arm bar. He grunted and quickly tapped at your leg to surrender, and you let him go. The class was quiet until Whiskey broke the silence as you helped Frankie to his feet.

“I hope you lot were paying attention to Catfish here, he did a great job demonstrating what to do when facing a difficult opponent like Bourbon. For this exercise, the rest of you will attempt to take a shot at Catfish and he will disarm you by whatever means he deems necessary.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, knowing Whiskey was being intentional with his wording.The laugh died quickly, however, at the words of one of the junior agents.

“How was that a good example? He lost, he was disarmed. We should be practicing against someone better, who would last longer.”

At your side, you saw Frankie stand up straighter, his feet moving shoulder width apart as his hands clasped behind his back and he fixed the younger agent with a steely gaze. Even as his breathing remained calm, it was obvious the words had gotten to him. Whiskey’s good natured grin turned into a smug smirk.

“Davis,” Whiskey began, calling the man out by his last name and emphasizing he hadn’t earned a Statesman moniker. “Since you’re so eager, by all means, approach Catfish when you’re ready and show us how your Statesman training fares.”

Frankie kept his gaze leveled at the cocky junior agent, noticing in his periphery that you had moved away to give them plenty of room. Davis moved to be a few steps in front of him. Frankie continued to hold the stare as he questioned Whiskey.

“Are you sure about this, Whiskey?”

Whiskey nodded, Frankie’s gaze flickering over to him for the briefest of seconds, then he brought his hands to a loose ready position at his sides. Davis drew his pistol, but Frankie grabbed the barrel with his left hand, stepped forward and hooked his right foot behind Davis’ lead leg and pushed on the agent’s chest with his right hand. Davis went down, but found himself suspended by Frankie’s hold on his shirt. The class was filled with littered gasps and snickers. The ‘fight’ was over before it had really begun. Frankie helped right the agent and stepped aside to let him retrieve his firearm.

“Attaboy, Catfish! Davis, looks like you’ve got some work to do. Here’s another lesson, agents: Statesman agents aren’t your only competition out there. We’ve got some fancy gear and trainin’ here, but there’s a world of intelligence agents and mercs out there. Catfish served with Bourbon, and that should tell you all you need to know.” He paused a moment to let the information sink in as Davis returned to the line to lick his wounds. Then Whiskey called the next agent.

Frankie breathed in, then out through his nose, and got ready. As they went, the junior agents in waiting began to pick up on a few of his techniques, and he had to adjust, but time spent practicing and training at Benny’s gym had prepared him well for this.

You watched as Jack’s eyes danced while he followed Frankie’s movements. The circumstances earlier had prevented him from truly appreciating how efficient and capable the quiet man was. The last of the junior agents had made their attempt and consequently failed. Frankie’s breath was coming more unevenly now, and rightly so. What he had gone through would be exhausting for anyone.

“Well done, everyone, a round of applause to Catfish for taking the time to demonstrate y’all have a lot to learn before getting approved for field work. Now go on and line up at the range and get warmed up. We’ll be running sims next.”

The junior agents dispersed to the range towards the back of the room. Frankie let out a breath and rolled his shoulders to let out some of the tension he had been carrying, then started heading for the range, eager to let off some more steam.

“Where do you think you’re going, partner?”

Frankie frowned, his eyes darting between you and Whiskey in confusion.

“I thought we were going to go shoot?”

Jack smiled then winked at Frankie.

“They’re warming up, you still have one more person to disarm, Flyboy.”

Frankie’s fingers twitched, and you could see that the exercise earlier had worn at his usual restraint.

“No lasso.”

Whiskey handed you his lasso, then unloaded his revolvers and passed you the ammo. He holstered his revolvers again and stepped into position in front of Frankie. You watched as a new kind of energy seemed to crackle between them, and some of the junior agents seemed to sense it, stopping to watch as well.

Whiskey was fast, but training at the boxing gym had helped Frankie with his speed. As Whiskey drew his revolver, Frankie sprung forward. He didn’t bother to grab the gun. Instead, he brought his fist down on the barrel, sending it skittering away. Whiskey’s fist connected with Frankie’s side, and you heard, rather than saw, Frankie’s reservations fall away with a snarl. He took hold of the inside of Jack’s blazer, grabbing the grip of the other revolver holstered there and made to pull it out and take the ‘shot’. Jack’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn’t expected Frankie to go on the offensive, but he found he was impressed. He liked a challenge. Before Frankie could draw the revolver from the holster, Jack grabbed his wrists and wrenched them down, then back up quickly to break Frankie’s hold, and then Jack threw them both to the ground. Both men recovered quickly, but in the chaos, the revolver had fallen to the ground and Frankie scrambled for it. Just as his fingertips touched cold metal, Whiskey’s whip flicked the revolver further away, and they closed the distance to grapple with each other again.

Your match with Frankie had been a well practiced dance, and this was too, in its own right. However, where yours had been fluid, Whiskey and Frankie were bordering on feral. For a moment, it appeared that Frankie had gotten the upper hand. Whiskey staggered backwards, about to fall, but as he went, he flicked his whip, the corded length wrapping around Frankie’s throat. He tugged, sending them both to the ground. Frankie grunted and struggled against the snare he was in. Whiskey wasted no time in scrambling up and pinning Frankie, his knee to the pilot’s back. Frankie continued to struggle until Whiskey leaned down so that only the other man could hear.

“Easy now, Tiger, save your strength for tonight. You did good.”

Frankie relaxed under Jack’s weight and nodded. Whiskey got off of him with a grunt and unwound the corded length of the whip from Frankie’s neck, then pressed a button on the handle to recall it. He helped Frankie up and dusted him off a bit.

A few of the junior agents were still watching in awe. It was rare to see a senior agent like you or Whiskey truly need to put some effort in, and to see it twice in one day was something else entirely. You walked over to the two men and put your hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“You did great, Fish, nice to see you let loose for once.”

He scoffed good naturedly and swooped to pick his hat up from off the ground.

“You guys had quite the audience while you were at it, too.” Your smile was barely contained as you raised an eyebrow at Jack.

This time it was Whiskey’s turn to scoff.

“Well, I hope they’ve been practicing. They’ll be running the sim after Frankie does.”

Whiskey patted Frankie on his shoulder then gestured for him to follow. He led him to an enclosed area that occupied the majority of the left side of the training complex. A small structure that looked like a house sat inside the enclosure, and you knew it was furnished to match whatever simulation scenario had been determined. Whiskey stopped at a table just outside of the enclosure and gestured to the rifle, combat knife, folder, and headset.

“Alright, Flyboy, I know you’ve done this sort of exercise before. Your brief is on the table there. Good luck.”

You and Whiskey walked a bit further along the enclosure to two screens. One cycled through a variety of camera angles while the other would connect to the headset once Frankie turned it on.

“You’re really having Frankie run the simulation?”

Whiskey nodded, “I didn’t have him help with the demo just to teach those newbies a lesson, darlin’. He’s been through hell, and I figured getting him to work through some of that in sparring and the sim would help. That, and, well… you can’t blame me for bein’ curious, Bourbon. Last time I got to see what he could do, we were a bit busy trying not to get shot.”

You can’t help but to chuckle and shake your head, your attention going back to Frankie as he geared up.

“Frankie turns into a different person on missions sometimes, used to scare the hell out of people on base who saw it. No one ever suspected it because he was always the quiet one, but he’s just as competitive as the rest of the guys on the team. He was just always scary good at keeping a level head and focusing on the mission. You’ll see.”

Frankie put on the kit provided for him then flipped through the brief before lowering the headset and advancing. The brief had been fairly simple: infiltrate the compound, rescue the target, and escort the target to the exfil location. They even provided a decent description of the target. The virtual course populated guards patrolling the 3 entrances. He opted for the path of least resistance with only 2 guards posted.

From the screen, you and Jack could see Frankie take a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing even as he crept towards the two guards. You knew it was because he was willing himself to let go, to let his instincts and muscle memory take over. He was lightning fast as his knife came out and he landed brutal and precise fatal blows to the targets on the screen. In a normal situation, he would hide the bodies but the miracle of technology meant he didn’t have to. It was beautiful in a devastating way to watch Frankie move with such confidence, stealth, and precision. He peered around a hallway, noting the sudden influx of guards and catching a glimpse of red at the end of the hall. The brief had indicated the target would be in red, and it made sense that there would be more guards to ensure the target didn’t run off. He counted five hostiles in the hallway.

Five guards, five bullets.

Once he had downed the hostiles, Frankie stepped through the hallway, catching a glimpse of the target and swore at how cliché the scenario was. The brief had just said the target had last been seen wearing red.

“¡Me están jodiendo! ¿En serio? ¿Una mujer en un vestido rojo?” [They’re fucking with me. Really? A woman in a red dress?]

You could both hear Frankie through the mic link in his headset, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It quickly died as you and Whiskey tensed. The woman in red was a decoy, one that statistically caught the majority of users by surprise.

“Ma’am, are you-” She moved just barely and he saw the glint of where a gun was holstered. Frankie didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he fired a shot to her chest and grumbled to himself before moving on. Normally, it wouldn’t have taken him that long to figure it out.

Whiskey whistled, thoroughly impressed. It wasn’t long after that Frankie found the real target and reached the ‘exfil location’.

“Damn, sweetheart, you sure picked a good one.”

He winked at you, and you grinned back as Frankie pulled off the headset and his kit, then walked over to you.

“Alright, agents! Catfish successfully completed the sim in 15 minutes, that’s your time to beat!”

A chorus of groans echoed in the training room. Whiskey ignored them and clapped Frankie on his shoulder.

“You did good, Flyboy, really set the bar high. Most people get caught up by the decoy.”

Frankie’s chest puffed out a little at the praise, but he was soon shaking his head. Before he could deflect the compliment, Whiskey squeezed his shoulder.

“Feeling hungry, Flyboy? Figured the three of us could grab a quick lunch before Cran steals Bourbon here away from us.”

“Yeah, I’m starving. Didn’t expect you to keep me busy like that.”

Vermouth entered the training room, and you waved him down.

“Hey, Vermouth! Watch the junior agents for us. Whiskey’s just got them running the sim. We’re going to go grab lunch!”

Without waiting for Vermouth’s answer, you grabbed Whiskey and Frankie’s hands, dragging them out of the training room and to the elevator.

“There’s a deli not far from the office we can walk to, and it’s late enough that we should miss the rush.”

Walking arm in arm with both of your boys, you could think of very few things better than right now. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of downtown New York. All that mattered was Whiskey on your right, and Frankie on your left.

Frankie did his best to relax and not let his anxiety and internal struggles get the best of him. Whiskey’s words echoed in his mind: “When it comes to me and Bourbon, keep an open mind and try not to overthink it.” That was a lot easier said than done, but he was working on it.

You were right, the timing made it so that you had missed the lunch rush. You all ordered your food, Whiskey stepping in to pay with a look that silenced both you and Frankie, then you all went to sit down.

Whiskey practically sprawled in his chair, his legs encroaching your space under the table and Frankie’s space next to him. Frankie sat somewhat stiffly but the more he ate, the more he seemed to relax. You nudge his foot with yours playfully to grab his attention.

“How’s your back? Mr. Ya-no-soy-joven.”

The three of you laughed, and Frankie shook his head with a wide grin on his face.

“I’m not! Gotta leave that shit for the young guys who think they’re invincible.”

“Young guys like Davis?” You shot back, smug on Frankie’s behalf.

“Cocky kid had it coming.”

There was no anger in Frankie’s eyes, only the slightest lilt of mirth in his voice as his gaze met yours, then Whiskey’s. Whiskey leaned forward and barked a laugh while patting Frankie on the back.

“He sure did. The lot of them were in need of a reality check. That’s why Champ specifically likes to have me or Bourbon take at least one pass at our junior agents. After all those hours spent training, they tend to forget that there are much bigger fish out there.”

Conversation flowed easily between them for the rest of their lunch. It reminded Frankie of the prior morning, when they were enjoying breakfast and everything just felt right. It felt as if all of the pieces of the puzzle were coming together, and this time, this time, it didn’t feel fleeting.

Walking to the office was much more comfortable than the walk to the deli had been. You noticed that Frankie was far less stiff under your touch on his arm, even leaning into you occasionally. You parted ways in the elevator. You were heading to the lab to play guinea pig for Cranberry, and your boys were headed upstairs to Whiskey’s office. Frankie seemed hesitant to let you go, and you did your best not to spook him, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Given everything that had happened, things needed to be almost wholly in Frankie’s court, at least until he was more comfortable around you. You had certainly noticed, however, how easily Frankie and Whiskey seemed to allow each other into their respective spaces. The elevator doors closed behind you as you strode down the hall. You were glad that they were comfortable together, though. It had definitely been a concern of yours, considering their respective pasts, but you also thought that there was the potential for them to relate and understand each other better than most.

The rest of the day passed by slowly, and as directed, Frankie remained Jack’s shadow. Jack did his best to keep from laughing when 5pm rolled around and Frankie began to subconsciously bounce his knee. He was scrolling on his phone, lower lip pulled between his teeth and brow furrowed as he tried to focus on whatever was on the screen.

You knocked on Jack’s open office door, raising an eyebrow when you saw Frankie startle at the sound. He wasn’t usually this jumpy. Jack’s gaze met yours, and you could see the amusement and mischief that bubbled in his eyes.

“Hey there, darlin’, you getting ready to head out for the night?”

“Just about, wanted to come see my boys before I do.”

Frankie’s knee stopped bouncing at your words, his phone falling into his lap as he looked up at you. You motion for him to scoot over a bit as you sit down on the couch next to him and rest your chin on your hand.

“We’re still on for dinner tomorrow, right?”

You posed the question to the room in general, even though the three of you knew that it was really directed towards Frankie.

“Uh yeah, I’m-I’m looking forward to dinner tomorrow,” Frankie says after clearing his throat and gives you both a shy smile. Leaning over, you take his large hand in your own and give it a squeeze.

“Great!” Standing up from the couch, you smooth your clothes, give Frankie a kiss on his cheek, and then kiss Jack. “I’ll find us a place, and we’ll figure it out more tomorrow. Night, Frankie. Night, Jack.”

A minute later, you’re gone, and suddenly there’s nothing keeping Frankie’s mind off of the time, which is painfully close to 6pm, when Jack said he’d be done with work. The moment the clock turned that final, eternal minute, Frankie sat up straight, attentive, and alert as his eyes watched Whiskey.

Jack leaned back in his chair, stretching, then relocated next to Frankie on the couch.

“I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything tonight, Flyboy. If you feel like you’re not up for it, we’ll just grab dinner and head home.”

Frankie shook his head and took a steadying breath.

“No, I want this. I-I could really use it, Jack.”

Whiskey nodded, eyes wandering over Frankie as he adjusted on the couch.

“Alright, I use the green, yellow, red system. You need me to stop for whatever reason, call red, and that’s it, no questions, no hard feelings or fuss. I’ll get you cleaned up and help you come down. Sound good?”

Frankie nodded, his tongue suddenly thick and his mouth dry in anticipation. Jack tutted.

“I need you to use your words, Flyboy.”

Frankie swallowed, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“I understand, s-sounds good.”

“Good. Now…” Jack pulled a small pad of stationary paper and a pen from the side table. “I want you to write out what you’re ok with and any hard or soft limits you have.”

Frankie nodded, then took the pen and paper and began writing.

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A blush took hold of Frankie as he handed it back.

“It’s what I can come up with off the top of my head, for tonight at least. I’ll let you know if anything else comes up though.”

Jack’s eyes were dark as he perused the list, looking up from the paper to Frankie, he stood up with a smile.

“C’mon Flyboy… we’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

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allhailthecoffeegods · 3 years

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A lonely kitty in Gotham

Chapter 1

Tired... Marinette was extremely tired. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep but instead she sat staring at the wall of her office in her small apartment she had bought and was now living in because her parents kicked her out.

Why was she staring at the wall you may ask? Short answer, she had finally done it! She had finally tracked down Hawkmoth and Mayura after 3 years of fighting she now knew both of their identities (Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancoeur) and not only that but she had an entire file filled with proof. Now all that was left was to take back their miraculous and hand them over to the police (not before cursing them first... obviously).

Unfortunately it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds. You see Marinette or Nettie which she goes by now was alone, completely and utterly alone.

No Parents, no family and no friends.

Three years ago Nettie had all of the above she was happy, she had a best friend Alya and a group of many friends from her class, she had two loving but slightly distant parents who ran the most popular bakery in all of Paris possibly even France and her amazing grandmother Gina who traveled the world and told her all about the crazy things she did (some of which she promised not to tell her parents about because it may have been considered breaking the law but nothing reallllly bad).

But all of that soon changed over the first year Hawkmoth terrorised Paris with his akuma and was later joined by mayura with her sentimonsters. Slowly she lost everything including her partner in fighting crime Mr.Bug holder of the ladybug miraculous.

Nettie is in procession of not only the black cat miraculous but also forcefully became the last remaining guardian of 18 other mini gods that are bound to jewels (excluding the butterfly and peacock (not that she would ever give them up because they are basically her family now and she will do absolutely everything to protect them)). How?

Running late to class 3 years ago she saved a (very) old man (186 years old to be specific) from being hit by a car, and for some reason that was enough for him to “gift” her the black cat miraculous as he saw her true chaotic soul and aura (it didn’t matter that she was only 13 YEARS OLD!) he thought it was a brilliant idea to turn her into a child soldier fighting a war against two supervillains more than double her age.

After and introduction to the one and only God of Destruction, who by the way is OBSESSED with the stinkiest of cheeses, she became one of Paris’ main superheroes Kitty Noir alongside her partner Mr.Bug who she guessed to be around the same age as her at the time. It was easy to deduct that he was going to be more of a problem instead of a partner due to his obsessive and intense flirting and lack of skills other than some possible fencing training, all in all he didn’t have a clue how to fight. He was also apparently extremely reckless... like more reckless than her pouring 2 energy drinks into coffee before downing it and has died so many times in a fight she now also has a close relationship with tiki the God of Creation having had to end the fight herself (honestly why did the old guy pick him because it seems like he didn’t even do a similar ‘oh help save me’ situation like he had with her otherwise the old guy would already be dead!) Even though she wasn’t that much better to begin with she did have some hand to hand combat training curtesy of Gina and her ‘friends’ (let’s talk about those later). And she was now training in martial arts and going to the gym to build more muscle and become better without the enhanced supersuit just incase (she also sticks a domino mask on before transforming because she’s paranoid okay and if she is ever forced to detransform she doesn’t want anyone knowing her identity right of the bat to use against her, okay!)

Alongside that she was also extremely smart (like genius level) great with technology and quick to come up with some absolutely insane but brilliant plans. This all resulted in her taking on more of a leadership roll whilst fighting akumas. Mr.Bug only got worse as time went on and her civilian life went downhill, it took 8 months for the old man (previous guardian of the miraculous and temporary mentor for 2 of the months) to become compromised and pass the roll onto her. And the first thing she did was take the ladybug miraculous back and erase the holders (Adrien Agreste her former friend) memories of being Mr.Bug.

The only problem with that was the battle Miracle queen where master fu (the old guardian man) was compromised, and so were all 8 of her temporary heroes except Viperion, holder of the snake miraculous, who had started to tour around the world with his farther Jagged Stone) this ment there were two consequences of taking The ladybug back, the first being she was now alone against two superpowered terrorists but also that she had to switch transformations at the end of a battle to be able to purify the Akuma and cast the miraculous cure to fix everything and yes that did include... resurrection of people who died in the cross fire.

Anyways, back to how Nettie is alone. Only a few weeks after the first attack, an exchange student transferred to the the newly dumbed Akuma class *sigh*. At first she seemed nice and had and was telling the class of her interesting life, her mother was a Italian diplomat and she’s traveled the world.

But Nettie had a bad gut feeling about Lila Rossi which unfortunately was correct. On her third day in the class she started gushing over how kitty noir aka Nettie dearest (obviously unknown to everyone else) saved her from and Akuma attack and they became “best friends”, to say Nettie was left speechless and confused at the lie is an understatement.

Regrettably Nettie was unable to prove her story was a lie because how would she know said superhero didn’t save her without revealing her secret identity.

But the girl carried on creating more and more outlandish claims, such as how she saved Jagged Stones cat on a jet runway (like come on seriously what airport would allow a CHILD of even a cat to run out onto the tarmac). But pointing this out was apparently a mistake which Nettie soon discovered in the girls bathroom after class. Lila sauntered in with a sickly sweet smile that was soon dropped when Nettie refused to give into this girls bullshit.

Hence she was pinned against the wall and threatened, that if she didn’t go along with lie-la’s lies she would lose everything she loved before leaving so she wasn’t caught. Not believing her Nettie continued to point out inconsistencies and facts that contradict her story’s but no matter how much proof was presented to the class lie-la was able to turn it around (meta theory coming into her head: maybe she wasn’t affected because of the miraculous magic) and plant the idea that Nettie was a bully into all her friends heads which apparently all share one brain cell ( or so she thought until Adrien confirmed he knew they were lies to but he was taking the ‘high road’ because nobody was getting hurt, it’s definitely not like lilas ruining all there future careers by promising favours and opportunity’s that will never come and convincing them they no longer need to put in any effort for their futures *insert eye-roll* ).

So life continued and her friends started to turn on little Nettie the scattered brained, clumsy girl who bent over backwards to protect and make sure they were all happy. It hurt more than words could describe the day Alya her BEST FRIEND led the class to turn their backs on her and declare they no longer want to be friends with a jealous bully anymore.

Luckily Nettie wasn’t akumatised but she came very close to it. The only things keeping her going were her duty to Paris and her family.

But as a consequence to that good luck, bad luck hit like a truck. She didn’t know for a few weeks until a guy named Jason called her parents to inform them that her favourite person in the whole world her amazing grandmother Gina had passed away in a accident somewhere in the United States. And if that wasn’t bad enough Lila also managed to place a seed of doubt in her parents around the same time. Life fucking sucked. She wasn’t able to process and grieve due to Hawkfuck still being around so instead she threw herself into creating her own business (NeTi Designs) doing commissions, did I mention she’s a talented fashion designer... no, well now you know. As well as diving head first into a very thorough investigation on mothfucker in between fighting Akuma, helping in the bakery, plus training and patrolling the city of lights for two hours each night.

Atleast she didn’t have to make excuses to not hang out with her ex-friends anymore heh heh *cough*.

Eventually this resulted in her parents questioning her on her disappearances from her room after randomly checking in one night while she was out patrolling and the conversation sort of went like this.

“Marinette, where have you been?! I just checked your balcony and you weren’t up their. It’s 2am” Sabine exclaimed when she dropped back onto her bed moments after detransforming. “Mamma I swear I was up there and I fell asleep in the corner near my pillows behind the deck chair. I just woke up from the cold and I thought I herd movement and panicked because ‘oh my gosh!’ Is it an Akuma but it wasn’t it was you mamma” Nettie responded with dramatic waving of her hands and a fake smile.

Sabine was NOT impressed and most certainly knew it was a lie but it was 2am and she couldn’t deal with this right now so she glared at her daughter whilst leaving her room through the trapdoor.

This continued for two weeks with both her parents randomly checking in. Nettie had to eventually relocate her research into a small apartment a few streets away from the library (which she paid for with commission money that nobody but her knew about especially since her business was doing well and she didn’t put it past her class to try and destroy that if they ever found out) and say she was studying to not be caught doing deep background checks on all her suspects, making files for every Akuma and tracking the butterfly’s on a app she created that has multiple resources available to the public ranging from an alert for attacks that can be activated all the way to videos she made in her hero persona showing things such as meditation or basic self defence that should only be used if they’re unable to get to a safe area away from the Akuma or to buy time to then get away depending on the powers of said Akuma. (Could also be useful in regular crimes like attempts at mugging)

This lead to longer disappearances to the point all her stuff that had any value to her or was related to business and miraculous matters (so basically everything) she was practically living there already. Not that she realised since she got maybe 5-6 hours of sleep and week? She was so enclosed in her little world when her parents decided they had enough (after multiple accusations of her sleeping around with older men and doing drugs (all tests came back negative because her choice of drug was caffeine) which where definitely lilas doing) her parents yelled at her to get out and never come back... so she did the only thing she had to grab where her pillows and fairy lights and she was out of the door, the situation was dubbed a future Nettie problem because ya know suppressing your emotions so the world doesn’t end.

(Authors note: I have plans on making this a series. Hope you guys like it 🙃)

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jasmine-the-fox · 4 years

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Pusher... Is pushed and punished

OK so this salt fic is very dark... There will be severe bullying and threats and demands of suicide, there will be blood too but please understand that this fic will be explained at the end... Also I got the idea from watching some meme’s to the song pusher.

Lila Rossi never thought she would go down like this... All because of her attempt to kill Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

It was all going well, she had made the class hate her... Except for Chloe and Sabrina, they followed her to the back and glared at them when they spoke bad about Marinette but she didn’t care! The girl was getting what she promised, then she took Adrien from her, once Alya gave up on helping Mari dating Adrien as she didn’t want to “Stop bullying Lila for being jealous of her connections” Alya turned to help Lila date him... And his father was forcing him to date Lila.

She didn’t get a reaction, Marinette just shrugged and walked away... That pissed her off, so to get back at her, each time Mari was alone, Lila would attack, a punch here, a kick there, a bucket of water poured on her here, trash dumped on her there she even tore her clothes once! And each time she got away with it because the class claimed she was being clumsy! Even better Adrien looked upset with Mari for causing a scene!!!

Now that was fun... But she wanted the girl gone, Marinette was still smiling, each time she harmed Mari, Chloe would tell the principal she called the police to investigate because “Mari couldn’t have been clumsy like that! These bruises were done to her!!” she then ordered her father to get cameras set up because it didn’t make sense for the girl to be soaked with water or covered in trash... Once Lila had grabbed trash from her place since the day she would do it had been trash day and Chloe figured it out.

So Lila couldn’t do much more now, but the class did and they were getting punished... Even accused of being the ones who attacked Mari when it was Lila, they denied it but there actions matched the ones Lila did... So they were suspended or given detention, Lila felt a little bad for them but it kept her safe though... But Marinette was still here and Lila Rossi didn’t like that one bit as she sighed while in her room.

She would need to get her hands dirty once again.

It wasn’t the first time she caused a death, in Italy she moved to 5 different schools before moving to Paris because she had caused three classmates to end there lives... While she had to kill two and were believed as suicides, and she didn’t mind that because it was easy, just claimed she being bullied by the student, her classmates claimed the same and then claim you think they ended there lives to say sorry... Simple right?

Well... Not with Marinette Dupain-Cheng it wasn’t... For she was very clumsy.

Mari was heading to visit Kagami for a sleepover, Lila knew this because Alya overheard them and told Lila how she was certain Mari was just trying to get money or something... Lila didn’t listen, so after school, Lila ran home and called her mother to tell her she was going to be a little late when heading home as she had to go do something, leaving her bag behind but taking her purse, Lila rushed over to the bakery and waited for Marinette to leave and walk over to the Tsurugi house.

Once she saw her leave, Lila waited a bit before following... It went easy on that part now she had to wait for a car to get a green light for her to push Mari in the street, they were just getting to the corner of the Tsurugi home when the light turned green, cars began to move and as Lila saw Mari get to the corner... She ran, Lila ran as fast as she could without making a sound and just as Mari turned around... Lila pushed her into the street.

She wished that was true for once.

As Mari was falling, her nails pierced into Lila’s close as Mari tried to gain balance to keep standing... And as she pushed up to stand to get the police on what Lila tried to do... Lila fell into the street just as a car was moving in... And everything went black on the Italian.

When Lila woke up, she found herself in a hospital... Handcuffed to the bed, a nurse had just walked in, her mother standing before her with a furious look... And a police officer in the room, turns out there were cameras who filmed her stalking and following Mari to the Tsurugi house, then at one point Mari had texted her parents and Kagami about someone following her so they called the police, they got there just as Mari was trying to save Lila’s life, she was covered in blood that Lila was losing and had even used her jacket to try and stop the bleeding, while Kagami was calling for an ambulance and her mother was keeping the drunk driver there with them.

But when they brought her to the hospital... Things were discovered on Lila, she was found out... It turns out that the three students she pushed to end there lives left a dying message to there parents about Lila and her actions but sadly by the time they got the police involved... Lila had changed schools, as for the other two, they had left either a journal entry or a video claiming how they felt like Lila was planning to do something to them... Something to make them disappear actually, and since they had just witnessed Lila about to cause Marinette to die... They had the proof Lila was dangerous.

Two weeks after being in the hospital, Lila was for three months in court stuck before a judge to decide her fate on the three suicide cases, the two murder cases and the now first attempted murder case, Lila’s family lawyer told her that the other lawyers were refusing a plea deal... Because all the people she had lied about also put her to court and the judge agreed on no plea deal, so whatever was decided... She wasn’t getting out of it no matter what.

She ended up being put into juvenile detention until she was an adult where she would then be transferred to jail in Italy... And there was no way she was going to be able to get out, of course to her luck her lawyer got the judge to agree she does her last year of school at least... But that didn’t mean she was all over the news with what she did all this time.

When she arrived on Monday... The whole class turned on her, called her a monster, a demon, Adrien broke up with her, Gabriel terminated her contract, the Agreste family put a restraining order on her, the class was being fined for what they did to Mari, Alya was being fined for all the lies she posted about Lila on her blog... On and on the class went at her, while Mari walked in with Chloe and Sabrina who trying to give her some comfort on what she went through... And then Mari spoke “You know Lila... I really would have wanted to be your friend if you hadn’t threatened me in the bathroom, or started to attack me and getting it accused on the class” she said as Lila’s eyes widen as she looked back to the class.

While Chloe grinned like a maniac, Sabrina comforted Mari and Marinette sobbed quietly... The class got violent on Lila for what they just found out about Lila, all this time she caused all of this to them... And they wanted justice, the principal had been brought in by Caline as the class revealed that Lila was the one who attacked Mari from the start at school and not them, they demanded justice now.

By lunch, Lila was expelled and failed her last year of high school.

She was placed into juvenile detention the next day, they did allow her to retake her school years yes I said years... Turns out Lila got her classmates to do her homework for her and other things, when she couldn’t she lied to Caline and never turned anything in... So she had to retake three years of high school, at least she was busy with that, during that time the class struggled in trying to figure out there lives, Lila had lied to them about all kinds of opportunities she had opened up for them... But they were all lies in the end, not only that but they all tried to fix things with Marinette.

They believed that sweet Marinette would forgive them and be there friends again... Even helped them with there dreams, but she refused everything, she was done being a doormat, done bending herself in different angles to help them all, done with giving them free things which she billed them for and sent copies to all there parents where warned that there kids had only a month to pay her back before she adds increasement charges of 10% for each week they don’t pay her back, they tried to escape this... Even tried getting Adrien to help but Chloe helped her too not break and had Sabrina take care of refusing them there request.

They were doomed with how much they owed her in the end.

For three years, they have pushed her to make them baked goods and didn’t pay her for them... She paid for the ingredients from her pockets, then there was the free clothes they got... Also paid for fabric and yarn from her pockets, but not once did they think it was expensive, turns out that Ivan has an allergy to sheep wool so Mari had to order and get shipped alpaca or llama wool to knit him certain things that he asks her, or the Mylène asks to make so she can gift to Ivan, what’s worse is that Alya discovered the alpaca wool and demanded Mari knit her things with it, and if it wasn’t the alpaca wool she would get pissed, go to Mari’s room and destroy it in front of her before yelling at her to make it again “with the correct wool this time”

Mari always cried after Alya was gone.

Her parents even banned the class from the bakery, with how much they owed there daughter they told there parents that there kids were banned until they paid back Mari and learn that they need to ask in advance and pay her in advance in full when they want something from her... Then they would be unbanned, Nino was the first to fully pay her back, it cost him his pay from his recent gig but at least he could now have the eclairs they make again... Just needs to pay for them, then it was Rose and Juleka, the two had pawned a few of there things to pay her and got the whole amount on the last day of the month.

Sadly Alix and Kim only paid her a small part so they had to get jobs each, it took Alix a month before she could pay her back in full... Kim took two and a half, Max paid her in half of the month he had to pay her, same for Mylène while Ivan had to sell his drum set and get a job to pay her back due to the whole she had to order for him all this time, Adrien didn’t need to pay her since he still didn’t know the scarf he wears she made for his birthday and Alya... She was still paying her back after a year, a month, two weeks and four days later.

Nathaniel also never ask for anything of the sorts, he was the only one who never thought Mari would bully Lila, but he believed Lila... He also always paid for the things he asked for her to make and he asked her months in advance so she had a bunch of time, but she sadly couldn’t forgive him yet since he did believe Lila over her, but he was working hard to be forgiven and he wasn’t going to give up.

Gabriel found out about everything from the news, once he saw what Lila did in Italy he worked hard to cut all ties to her and then demanded that Adrien tries to date Mari with the claims of “She will make the brand rise higher then miss Rossi ever could, she will even be able to restore the shame miss Rossi brought upon us with what she has done” so Adrien tried to contact her... But his number was blocked, also she had a new phone and number so he couldn’t speak with her, he then tried going up to her but Marinette’s friends always got to her first and pulled her away before he could get close.

Then came Valentine’s day, he decided to leave her gifts and cards around for her, at the bakery, as she was leaving for school, in her locker, on her desk, secretly placed in her bag... Anywhere right as she wasn’t looking, then as school was ending he left her one last note in her locker, asking her to wait for him at the school doors, and she did wait, he walked up to her with a bouquet of roses and asked her on a date.

But she rejected him... Claimed she didn’t have feelings for him... And was dating someone else.

That someone else being Luka Couffaine, Juleka’s big brother, had walked over at that moment to ask Mari if she was ready to head to The Liberty where his mother had prepared for them and Mari’s parents a dinner for them to meet, she agreed and then left Adrien there... Alone without the girl he had tried to have date him... Him, Adrien Agreste the most beloved model in Paris, the one girls went to there knees trying to ask to date them... And he was rejected by the first girl he ever asked out on a date... And was beaten by a quiet guitar player.

When he returned home, his father was disappointed in Adrien, said he would fix his mistake and have Marinette Dupain-Cheng to not only agree to work for him but agree to leave Luka to date Adrien in the end... He knew his father was right, Gabriel Agreste always got what he wanted when he decided on it, so why would this be any different?

But it wasn’t.

Marinette refused the deal, said that what Adrien did to her when Lila had harmed her at school traumatized her and she didn’t feel safe with him, she feared that if she did something, he would act like she was “causing a scene” again when she wasn’t doing anything wrong in the end so she ordered them to leave her alone and to never speak to her again.

After that things staid like that, Lila was taken to prison in Italy, Nathaniel at last was Mari’s friend again, Chloe, Sabrina, Kagami, Marc, Aurore and Mireille found success in life, Mari and Luka got married and then had a daughter named Melody, the class still suffer to this day for believing Lila and Adrien ended up dating a model his father picked for him to be with, he got her pregnant with a boy and was being planned to marry her without him being able to put in his opinion.

This was there life now... All because they believed Lila Rossi.

What did you think about this fic? Sure in the meme’s the victim is pushed by the bully to fall and almost die and then something happens making them jump for real to there death... But please try to understand the message i’m putting in here.

People are being bullied... And they did nothing wrong to deserve it. They just went to school, tried to get good grades, made friends and maybe even got in a relationship.

But then someone ends up bullying them, and sometimes no one helps the victim.

Take this story for example, imagine your either Lila or Marinette alright?

If you pick to be Lila, how would you feel if you were being bullied all of a sudden? How would you feel when your attacked but the bully claims you did it to yourself or harmed them? How would you feel when you leave behind a message to your parents and you end your life? How would you feel just going home or something and the bully causes you to die and they get away with it by claiming you bullied them and you ended your own life?

How would you feel?

Now if you picked Marinette, how does that make you feel? What Lila did to you? Making you classmates pull away from you? The guy you had a crush on look at you like what your doing is wrong? Your classmates attacking you because Lila claimed you hurt her? Lila lying that your clumsy after she attacks you? Lila getting away with what she did by getting your classmates punished for it? Lila trying to kill you only for her to end up almost dead?

What about Lila being punished for everything she did to you and people from her past schools? The class being punished for what they did to you? The class finding out what Lila did all this time in the past and to you? You not accepting your classmates in the end? And then you living the happy life while your classmates are still suffering to this day because of Lila?

Do you see where i’m going with this? If you don’t then that’s fine cause at least you tried to understand and at least read this right? So thank you for that at least and for reposting this fic to your page so others can read it and understand that bullying is wrong and needs to be stopped.

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #lila gets exposed #Attempted murder #suicide #bullying #attacks #lies #School transfer #proof #Dying message #Marinette gets lucky

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artxyra · 4 years

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I'm not entirely sure that your taking requests (I'm only 68% sure) but if you are can you try doing a daminette fiction based on the song Karma (cover by CMKC) with some class salt? (Maybe even some sibling jasonette or some daminette (or maybe even both...?😏) if you can) Btw I love your writing! 💜 (And before I forget thx for doing my requests, the previous ones and hopefully future ones 💜)

Note: This fics original idea had Marinette being akumatized into KARMA, yeah that didn’t happen when I was writing this one.

I've lost my mind The skies are crashing around me I'm left behind Smoke obscures all that I can see

“Oh, look, honey, our daughter made her first dress. Get the camera.”

A doll sits on the windowsill overlooking the growing garden on the deck. The doll has blue straw-like hair, bright blue color buttons for eyes, and a black stitched smile.

“Get out! You’re nothing but a pest. How could I care for such a child when you couldn’t do the one thing you brought into this world for.”

The doll no longer sits on the windowsill, but now lays on in wastebasket. No longer did the doll possess the bright stitch smile. Instead, the face lays bare without a stitch in sight.

“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? What’s your name?”

“K-ka-karma…”

A small blue jay flutters its wings.

“I’m Jason. I’ll protect you for now on.”

The blue jay chirps.

A bullet sounds off. A small pull of blood surrounds the bird.

“No!” A thunderous boom goes off in the distance. Multiple sirens join the assembly of loud music. A young pre-teen holds the girl close to his chest, blood oozing out of her chest. A hand touches his shoulder. He shakes it off. Never letting go of her.

Beep…Beep…the heart monitor comes to life slowly. Waiting for the young child to test its system. There is no movement. Then there is silence.

A dark-haired, blue eye teen, stares into the mirror. Her eyes showing no emotions as her body is littered with markings ranging from cuts to words meant to demean a person.

“Marinette! How could you take credit for Lila’s design?”

The mirror cracks slightly.

“You have to be an example, Marinette. Your peers look up to you.”

Another crack.

“Marinette how you be mean to that poor girl at your school?”

Another crack.

“I thought you were our everyday Ladybug.”

The mirror shatters. All that is left is darkness.

Marinette stares frozen in place. The gloss in her eyes fading away as the glass falls to the ground, blood in her hand as fragments of glass pierce her skin.

She gasps unsure what to do. Her hands never close as she stares at them with fear. The blood continues to ooze out. The room does dark. A thump.

Her frail arms wrap around her legs tightly. She doesn’t move.

When she comes to, it's by the rushing sound of running water. A waterfall, maybe. She looks up and all she can see is white.

“Why did you do it?” A voice pulls her away from the water. Quickly, she turns around but is halted by a pain aching feeling shooting through her body. She lets out a cry.

“I’m I dead?” Her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t even whisper.

“No,” The voice chuckles. The knobs squeal to life. The water stops following, no longer hitting her in the face. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Her mouth opens but no words come out. She begins to breathe heavily like there was no air entering her lungs.

“How could you push Lila down the stairs? Here’s a taste to what Lila felt.” One moment she was standing top of the stairs getting ready to leave, the next she at the bottom of the platform. Everything was hurting. Then darkness.

Marinette eyes flutter open, there the no hard tile beneath her like earlier but now cotton sheets and a blanket. She could feel her body move, one toe wiggle, two taps against her fingers.

“Jason,” She sits up pulling the blanket closer to her chest. There is no one there.

A wave of sadness washes over her. A glossy shine covers her bluebell eyes.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, Pixie.” The voice was comforting. She curls into herself. His arms wrap around her and pull her close. Whatever happened to her should have never happened.

He looks down, a soft snore escapes her lips. A smile appears on his lips. At least she safe and with him. No longer in that toxic environment.

A phone vibrates. It’s Marinette’s.

Jason unlocks the phone to see a series of messages. None of which are good. The hand holding the phone shakes. He tightens his grip. Slowly the screen begins to crack.

“You’re safe now.” He whispers into her ear. “Your big brother is here to protect you.” The remaining source of light turns off. He stays next to her.

“We are meant for each other M’lady. To halves on the same coin. You belong to me and no one else can have you.” Green eyes haunt her dreams. The cold feeling returns with growing darkness that was all too familiar.

She wakes up screaming. Tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no stopping the waterfall.

Jason runs into the room cursing himself. He knew he should have left but his family needed him for a mission life or death.

“You’re okay, Pixie, no one but you and I are here.” She continues to cry into his chest. He doesn’t mind the dampness he welcomes it. “It was a bad dream, Mari. A really bad dream.” His free hand caresses her hair, calming her down slowly.

“Todd what is the meaning of this.” His little brother asks over the phone. Jason watches as Marinette takes small bits of her food before swirling the remains in her bowl before repeating the process.

“It sounds like you miss me, Demon Spawn.” Jason jokes back, half into the conversation. He keeps his attention on Marinette. “Hold on.” He hangs up before Damian could retort. Marinette had pushed her bowl away from her and picks up the spoon. She looks at her reflection.

“Why would Adrien even spare you a glance. You are ugly, dull, nothing you would do would ever get his attention.”

“Argh.” Something snaps. It was the spoon. Breathing heavily, Marinette staggeringly gets out of her chair.

Jason helps her to the floor. He could see that she wasn’t going to make it far in her current condition.

“Am I not pretty enough.” Jason barely caught her words. He must burry any of the anger he has for those idiots for the sake of his sister.

“You’re magnificent, Pixie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He replies. His phone continues to ring with the familiar ringtone, He ignores it.

“Thank you, Jay-Jay.” Marinette closes her eyes. The ringtone lures her to sleep.

“You’ll never be a real designer, Marinette. One word from him and Gabriel will have you blacklisted from the industry before you even put your name out there.”

“I like to see you try.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer, has been blacklisted on the bases of copying designers for her work.”

“I told you, Dupain-Cheng, you should have back off when you had the chance.”

Marinette curls into herself as the memories flood back into her mind. She’s alone. The old TV flickers in the darkness. The channel continues to change as the voices, tone, and display changes with each click of a button.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” She murmurs to no one. Her grip tightens around the blanket.

“What the fuck, Todd? You’ve been gone for days on end and being all secretive.”

“I didn’t think you care about my well-being, Demon. I have a life outside of this shithole.” Jason says as he cleans the barrels of his guns. His younger brother growls. He could only raise an eyebrow.

“I will find out what you’re hiding Todd.”

“Good luck with that.”

Jason picks up his guns and disappears within the shadows of the Batcave.

“Pixie,” The door creaks open. A little bit of light enters the room. Marinette is sleeping on the couch, the blankets cocooning her. Everything seems fine.

“So, she’s what you’ve been hiding.”

“What the fuck?” A gun cocks.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, my sister in everything but blood.”

“Hmph…why is she here?”

Jason sets his gun down and shuts the door. He turns to Damian; the teen genuinely was curious.

“She needs helps and I’m the only one who can help her. Gina tried but the mental and physical abuse became too much to manage. So, for her protection, Gina sent her to me.” Popping the cork off the bottle, Jason pours himself a drink.

“Does father know?”

“If he did, she would have been adopted in the family by now.” Jason pours himself another glass. Damian scoffs at the out his brother is drinking.

“Ladybug is hereby declared an enemy of Paris.”

“Tikki, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you mean you’re no longer going to be Ladybug? You’re a true creation soul. A true holder of the ladybug miraculous.”

“Find someone else to do it, Master. You heard the Mayor, I’m an enemy of Paris, no better than Hawkmoth and Mayura.” She hands him the ladybug miraculous. Her red eyes close at the thought of losing her best friend.

Marinette wakes up sweating, her hand immediately reaching for her ears. Nothing. She sighs and curls back up.

“She’s been through a lot Damian, whatever scheme you have in mind leave it be and forget about it.”

Swinging her legs over the bed, Marinette sneaks over to the door. The door opens just enough for her to rest her hand against the doorframe.

“Jay-Jay…” Her voice was a whisper again.

Jason pushes the bottle and glass to the side. He’s by her side examining her. She wasn’t hurt.

“Pixie, you should be sleeping.”

“I had another nightmare.” She tells him. “Who’s your friend?”

Damian shuffles in place. She’s so tiny compare to any of his sisters like the wind could just blow her over without even trying.

“I’m Damian.” He tells her.

Marinette gives him a curt nod. Her eyes lock onto his. They’re green. She could feel her chest tightening. No air could get in or out. The glossy look returns in her eye turn.

Sobbing Marinette screams out, “Je vais le faire, Chat Noir. Je vais le faire, arrête!” She slides the down the doorway.

“Shit,” Jason runs over to Marinette. She blocks her view of Damian. Her lock on the green eyes soon fades to blue. Jason’s eyes. She tightly wraps her arms around his neck. Jason rubs her back. Turning to Damian all while keeping him out of Marinette’s sight, he tells his brother, “We’ll finish this later. Your eye color triggered a memory. And Damian, do not tell anyone about her.”

Damian is frozen in place. So much had happened in the last ten or so minutes. He had met the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and then she has a panic attack, something clearly triggered by previous trauma.

“Okay, I won’t tell.” The youngest Wayne agrees but not without weighing the pros and cons. He left the small rundown apartment with more questions than answers.

Jason turns his attention back to Marinette, who’s sobs turn into sniffles. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore, Pixie.” Marinette buries her head into Jason’s chest. She takes a deep breath. She can only hope.

Now you've used up all your luck It's time to get what you deserve I'm holding out for KARMA I'm holding out to watch you burn

Years past before Marinette was completely healed. Gina would visit from time to time making sure that her granddaughter was okay. She was ecstatic to find that Marinette was healing even if it was a slow process.

“Are you ready?” Marinette turns to Damian; his green eyes hold so much love and care for her than the green eyes she had grown to hate. Nodding, she takes his hand.

Beyond the doors, a series of lights flashes along with shouts. Reporters are in a frenzy trying to get the latest scoop on the Wayne heir’s beloved. Never once had she made a public appearance.

“Yes, thank you all for coming and showing my family your support. Today marks a very special achievement, my young son proposed to his girlfriend just a couple of days ago much to my second oldest dismay.”

Jason disrupts Bruce’s speech by shouting, “Hey” from his location next to Roy.

“Please welcome my son and his fiancée, Marinette Karma Todd.” Bruce steps away from the podium. The doors behind him open to show Marinette holding hands with Damian. She grips his hand tightly as Damian gives her a reassuring smile.

In Paris, several people are thrown in for a loop. Several lawsuits were issued. Collège Françoise Dupont, the school board was not happy at the treatment of one their student, a student that would grow to become one of the most powerful women out there.

Adrien Agreste, who was outed as Chat Noir, received a sexual harassment charge and a restraining order. The Wayne’s were out for blood and wanted to add attempted rape charge and compensation for all the trauma he had caused Marinette.

Lila Rossi, who managed to keep a tight grip on her classmates was finally exposed. Apparently, her latest lie was about being the mysterious Damian Wayne’s girlfriend. That backfired. She was then hit a cease and desist order along with a restraining order. Marinette had won the war.

Alya, who never learned to check her sources, lost any and every opportunity in her field. She even lost her job because she published a story about her best friend being the Wayne heir’s girlfriend. Thankfully, for the business, that article was only hosted in Paris, but the damage was already done.

Marinette never sent anything to her adopted parents. They didn’t deserve her. She was their servant, someone to help with the bakery. Though they were better than her birth parents, she couldn’t find it in her to ruin their lives. Gina became her legal guardian and that was that.

“I’m so glad that I meet you,” Damian says to her, placing a kiss on her hand. Marinette giggles and pulls Damian in for an embrace.

“I’m the lucky one. You would have thought this would be my future.” Marinette gestures to their growing empire. It was small but with Wayne Enterprise and Damian’s Veterinarian business, they were doing quite fine.

“Can I offer you a dance, Angel?”

“I would love that.”

No music plays just the beat of their hearts as one.

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#maribat #slight daminette #slight salt #angst?#ml x dc #mlb x dc #ml crossover #dc crossover

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killthe-illusionarydreams · 4 years

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Ashes To Ashes

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: ‘Please could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where you’re inside the burrow when Bellatrix sets it on fire and Fred runs in to get you out?? Thank you, I’m really loving you writing!’ For anonymous

Ps- i havent read the books or seen the movies in a while so I kinda went w the time it was fleur & bills wedding & intergrated it w that, sorry if its not what u wanted but I did write Bellatrix’s attack in x

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Today was the big day. For today was the the day where Fleur & Bill were finally to be wed. For their celebration to erase war from anyones thoughts, today they were just two kids in love, not undercover Order Workers. Today they were simply girl & boy.

“Oi Y/N hurry up, Fleur’s asking for you” Ginny shouts practically breathless as she runs past your room, trying to find Hermione for the bride.

You pick up the gorgeous bouqet that earlier today you picked up from the florist for the woman and made your way downstairs into the living room. As you take a closer look, you notice something is off. Fleur was standing rigidly still, looking in the mirror unblinking.

“Fleur, darling, are you alright?”

The woman remained silent, Y/N had no idea what to do, she’d never seen her friend so paniced, so immobile. Ever since Y/N’s sixth year (after the Triwizard Tournament) the two kept in contact, maintaining a solid friendship with the other, who wouldve known that years later Fleur would join the family that you had already been apart of.

“Its okay to be nervous.” You sit beside the Frenchwoman “Just talk through it” grabbing her hand you pull her down to sit beside you.

“It’z all so scary Y/N. I love Bill, I really do, but what if he realises he doesnt feel the same about me and leaves me there?” She faces you, eyes glossed over

That caused you to frowm slightly “Bill loves you more than he loves life itself Fleaur, everybody knows that he’d do anything for you just to see you happy- not many can say that they have a person like that.” You smile lightly, thinking about your person. “You constantly say how much you love him, so if you stil feel that for him, theres no need to be scared of getting married-These are the normal pre wedding doubts, none of them are true. Besides, I’m sure if Bill tried to run away from such a gorgeous and talented person as you, Molly would raise havoc and go to the ends of the earth to get him back.”

Fleur looks up at you, smiling, but with stray tears going down her face “Thank you Y/N” she throws herself forward and hugs you “It’s just a big step & I’ve been so emotional lately because of-“ she hesitates

A look of realisation dawns on you and you beam, hugging her once more but tighter “You’re joking? Congratulations!” You give her a peck on the cheek “Does Bill know?” You queried as she shook her head

“Non, I only confirmed it a week ago. Please dont tell anyone Y/N.” She looks at you with pleading eyes and you vigorously nod

“Of course. I wont say a thing, this is your secret. But how about we start getting ready for your wedding hmm.”

As Y/N started to do Fleurs makeup, Hermione rushed in with the wedding dress that her and Molly had been making final adjustments to, Ginny was running around frantically trying to get all the guests in the right places and seats. Once commisioning your help to shout at a group of loiterers to leave the premises because they wouldnt listen to the red head girl. All in all, after many hours, Fleaur was ready.

“You look gorgeous.” Gabrielle beamed at her sister

“Stunning.”

“Ethereal.”

“I might just steal you from Bill” you wink and cause her to laugh and blow you a kiss “I’ll go get everyone ready, you still have plenty of time to relax.” Handing Gabrielle the bouqet, you rush out of the room, which proved to be quite difficult in heels. But bearing through the pain, you get outside and see rows and rows of the fragile golden chairs set on either side of the long purple carpet. The supporting poles to the gazeebo top were entwined with gorgeous white and gold flowers. As you look to where there was supposed to be an enormous bunch of balloons, you frown to see it bare.

“George!” You shout getting his attention “Wheres Fred? You were supposed to the balloons up ages-“ you feel strong arms pick you up and spin you around, making you let out a shriek of surprise, thankfully not loud enough to get the attention of the others

“I’m here my love, disposable at your command.” He purrs into your ear, sending chills down your spine

“Put me down asshole” you laugh and turn to face him, before you could manage to say anything you were taken aback at how he looked. “You got a haircut.” You stated plainly and ran a hand through his hair as he put his arms around your waist.

“Correction, George cut my hair when I wasnt paying attention so ‘people would be able to tell the difference between us’” he wrinkled his nose

You stare at him, dumbstruck “As if the hole on the side of his head wasnt enough.” Fred laughs and says thats what he said “I like it, it suits you.”

Fred grins and kisses you, “Lets face it Y/N you like anything when its to do with me.”

You roll your eyes and hum in agreement “Thats because I love you Fred. But I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you dont get the balloons up as you promised.”

Fred gives you a small peck & jumps back from you “I’m on it!” and runs over towards his brother to finally do what he had to. You smile at him, reminiscing at how you managed to fall in love with such an idiotic man, yet you could never wish for more. Fred Weasley was truly perfect.

Shaking your head you turn back to the guests that were not where they were supposed to be before shouting “Get to your seats and away from the food please! Thats for after the ceremony!” You swat their hands before adding “If you dont know where youre supposed to be, go to Hermione and Molly, they will tell you.” You motion to the pair before walking around to make last minute adjustments.

The wedding ceremony went beautifully, Fleur was walked down with her bridesmaids: Gabrielle & Ginny. When in sight, she rendered everyone breathless, she was ethereal, the most gorgeous a person could possibly look. Molly teared up from the get go at the sight of her eldest marrying, many more joined in when they said their vows. You could not believe that the day of your friends wedding had finally arrived. Throughout the entire sitting down portion of the ceremony, Fred was holding your hand and rubbing circles on it, an assurance that through everything you went through- you were still together- still alive.

The loud music was ringing through the field, dancing bodies surrounded you, but you paid them no mind, your main focus on Fred.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look Y/N?”

You laugh lightly as you sway to the beat “No, I must’ve missed it the other ten times you said it”

“Well you do, absolutely bewitching, are you sure you didnt use a love poition on me? I never knew feeling this was possible.” He jokes as he spins you

“Must be my natural charm and charisma that got you so captured Fred.”

“Must be.” He mutters softly looking into your eyes. Fred was completely besotted by you, more than anyone had ever seen him be, he just knew that Y/N was perfect. The way that she’d light up any room she walked in, the way that she’d never back down from a challenge, and just simply how she made him feel. Dear Merlin he loved the girl. “After this do you fancy going away for a bit?”

You look at him sceptically “Planning out your murderous fantasies are we?”

He laughs and shakes his head “You’re impossible. No, since the shops closed I thought we could go away somewhere before everything with the war kicks off, I want as much time with you as I can get.”

“Oh” you forgot that the wizarding world was on the brink of war “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But if you sneak George along i swear to Merlin I will live through my murderous fantasy & kill the pair of you.”

Fred chuckles again, before nodding “Promise, no George. I think he got an eyefull when he barged into our room without knocking.”

“Serves him right.” You mumble “I told him on multiple occasions to knock.”

The rest of the song died down and you stayed in Freds arms for a moment, before he was being wisked away to dance with Aunt Muriel, he held an awfully sour look as you giggled when she hounded on him to straighten his back, then saying that he was too tall.

“I’m a bit cold, I’ll go get a jacket then I’ll be right back” Y/N kissed his cheek & left to get back inside the burrow. Thinking nothing of it, she poured herself another drink, smiling to herself at how Fred would have to have another dance with Muriel. What an awful woman.

Unbeknown to the girl, a silver patronus intruded on the celebration to announce grave news. “The Ministary has fallen. The Minister of magic is dead. They are coming. They are coming.” Everyone scrabled to find their loved ones, to make sure that they were safe, but before Fred even had the chance to look for Y/N, everything burst into havoc. The gazeebo was now engulfed in flames, Death Eaters showing up everywhere to curse them.

“Y/N!” Fred shouted, frantically looking around for the girl “Y/N!”

He turned around and was greeted by a paniced Mr Weasley “Theres not much time Fred, I dont know where she is, you need to get to safety and leave. Now!”

Fred ignored his fathers protests and ran, dodging various spells being shot from either side. He had to find you, he had to know you were safe.

An abrupt crash jolts you back into reality, you get up to run and go outside but with a sudden ‘whoosh’ and black smoke- two Death Eaters appear infront of you.

“Shit.” You mumble & grab your wand, quickly dodging their spells you manage to knock one out & try to deal with the other. “You’re quite persistant-“ blue sparks shoot from your wand, the figure ran upstairs & you follow.

“And you’re associated with mud-blood scum!” A flash of green emerged from their wand that narrowly missed you, you grin

“You missed.” You kick a chair at the figure, momentarily distracting them to cast a spell “Stupefy! Petrificus totalus!” As the figure was knocked out & bound together, you walk over and spit out “Get a life, prick” snapping their wand in two.

In the middle of your fight, you had not noticed that the commotion outside had turned to an arsonists playground. looking through the window you call for Fred, hearing no response your heart stops, you leave the room & try to get down the stairs but now they were already engulfed by flames.

“Oh shit” you panic and shoot spells at it to stop the fire from spreading, but to no avail, it only got worse. Smoke was now clouding your vision, realising that if you were not to jump down you’d perish in this fire. Letting out a short breath, you hype yourself up for the leap of your life “You can do it Y/N. Come on” violetly coughing, you jump. Unfortunately landing a fair few stairs too high. Unbearable pain shoots up through your leg & you cry out in pain.

Sinking to the floor you couldnt even move, the pain in your arm and leg restricting you. This was it, this would be how you die. All alone, with no one to help you, no one to save you. In a burning house. Yet the only thought racing through your mind was ‘Is Fred safe’. Thankfully most of the fire was behind you, the staircase had completely gone up in flames however, the roof was begining to crumble down. A plank toppled down, narrowly missing you, but making the room next to you catch on fire.

As you were losing conciousness you hear a strained yell “Y/N!” You try to respond, but all that came out was a series of violent coughs “Y/N im coming, hang on!” You couldn’t see what was happening, i dont know if it was the thick cloud of smoke or the fact that you were breathing most of it in, but your vision blurred.

A faint figure emerged, breathless, trying to get through the flames & to you fast enough “Hey Y/N ive got you, im here.” You felt yourself being picked up & your body fell like a ragdoll. “Oh merlin dont die on me Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard before passing out.

The abrupt light and noise woke you up, yet you were unable to open your eyes, they were far too heavy for the little energy you had. Were you dead? Is this what death felt like?

“Stop pacing Fred, she’ll be fine.” You heard a voice say, however, unable to distinguish who it belonged to “shes a strong girl, the nurses said so.”

“Yeah they also said she’d wake up yesterday, so my apologies if I dont believe what they have to say.” He snapped

Fred. Oh yes, Fred. He came into the building to save you didnt he? So that answered your question of being dead. You were very much alive, but dear Merlin you were in unbearable pain.

“She’ll be up and about soon though? Her body was exhausted thats why shes sleeping so long right?” He continued, sounding unsure. Well if this is how they reacted to you passing out you wouldn’t want to know how theyd react if you died.

“And id appreciate it if I could sleep some more.” You croak out as you let your eyes open. Coming to face the whole clan of distressed red heads, Harry, Hermione & Fleur.

Fred snaps to face you and a look of relief washes over his features “Y/N” he whispers and rushes to your side hugging you “You’re okay. You’re alive. Thank Merlin.”

You try to chuckle, which abruptly turns into a wheze “I’m okay yeah, in a lot of pain but I’m fine.” Fred retreats from you, an apologetic look on his face.

“Come on kids lets give them some space.” Molly ushers everyone out of the room “I’m glad you’re okay Y/N” she sends you a smile and leaves the room for you and Fred to be alone.

Moments pass with Fred just looking at you with glassy eyes before he abruptly let out “You bloody scared me half to death!”

You motion for him to help you sit up “Oh I do apologise that me nearly burning in a fire scared you. I wasnt very happy about it either.”

Fred looks at you speachless, confused at how you can joke about it so soon. He remains quiet before letting out a big sigh and hanging his head into his lap “I thought I lost you.” He mumbles, barely loud enough for you to hear

“Hey, look at me.” You say and put his face into your left hand with the little energy you have “I’m okay, I’m alive. And so are you” he smiles faintly before you continue “Obviously as gorgeous as ever, so nothing irreversible happened.”

He laughs “Obviously.”

While in the room Fred filled you in on what happened, that after the Death Eaters showed up & they fought them off- Bellatrix Lestrange set fire to the burrow & he ran in to get you out. He told you that you passed out & that you had to be taken to St Mungos to treat your broken leg and the burn on your arm.

“The nurses said you were lucky to get out alive Y/N” he said lowly, not being able to bear the thought of your death.

“Im alive because of you Fred. Thank you.” You offer a weak smile “There were two Death Eaters in the house when it burned up-“

“Thats not on your concious to bear, Its on Bellatrix Lestrange.”

You nod, in all honesty you didnt feel bad that they perished in the fire- their downfall was their own undoing. But what was on your mind was the fire burn “When I’m better do you recon I’ll l have a cool badass scar?”

Fred shakes his head as he holds your hand, of course thats what Y/N is thinking about “‘course you will, It’ll become part of badass backstory.”

“Good” you mumble and close your eyes. After a long silence you relax back into your pillow, the sleeping draft & skelly-grow hitting you like a brick. You begin to mumble incoherent sentences

“Hey Freddie?”

He looks at your peaceful face, all calm against the pillow and responds “Yes my love?”

After a little pause of small mumbles, you ask “When I’m better, can we leave for our trip?”

“Whatever you want Y/N.” He smiles lightly & watches you drift off to sleep, hoping that ‘better’ would come along faster.

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Ahh okay hi! Omg this took so long to write, again sorry its not the actual bellatrix fire story, i jus forgot how it happened & when I remembered I wrote too much of it. <33

#slytherin #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #draco malfoy #fred weasley x slytherin #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #hermione granger #ron weasley

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emmathedestroyer · 4 years

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ML Salt: The Plagues

Since you refuse to free my holder, All through the city of Paris, I send a pestilence and plague Into your house, into your bed Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your cattle, on your sheep Upon your oxen in your field Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break until you yield I send the swarm, I send the horde!

Marinette slept peacefully for the first time in months, aided by Tikki’s magic. The Kwami of Creation was holding onto a single thread, the thread preventing her from destroying everything for the traitorous ‘friends’ of her bug, of her wonderful Joy, of her Ladybug. That thread snapped as Marinette shifted, unaware of the tiny goddess’s plans. Tikki sent a telepathic message to all Kwami through the universal fabric that bonded them together, the one that allowed them to sense each other: Tonight. I wait no longer. The Plagues begin tonight. The Kwamis soon arrived all together, silent and serious. Plagg took Tikki’s paw in his, a silent comfort. But one did not simply anger the old gods and get away with it.

Marinette woke up the next morning blissfully unknowing of the chaos morning brought. In Alya’s home, everything edible the girl touched began to rot, turning to ash in her mouth, small frogs and bugs crawling out of the pipes when she came near. Her family quickly evacuated, but it followed. Across Paris, Nino was having the same problem, as was Lila, as was every miraculous user and classmate within the boundaries of Paris. Caline Bustier was suffering as well, terrified of the creatures swarming her home. Marinette, upon learning of this, transformed, looking for an Akuma. This had to be an Akuma, there was no other way this could happen. I send the thunder from the sky, I send the fire raining down!

Thunder racked the sky as it began to pour, Marinette’s hair sticking to her face as she stood on a rooftop, hearing the screams of her classmates. The rain that touched them burned them, acting like liquid fire on their skin. She jumped down, trying to comfort them, but unable to do more than get the rain off of them in the shelter of the school. They were all crying, the worst off being Lila. She was severely burned and was soon burned by the fact of the class becoming aware of Ladybug’s cold demeanor to her. Her lies came crashing down, but it would do nothing to help them now. I send a hail of burning ice, On ev'ry field, on ev'ry town!

The classroom was freezing, each student feeling what looked to be frost climb up their legs, only to burn their skin, moving around to get it to break off, running out to escape it, simply to be pushed back by the rain. Nino and Alya held onto each other, praying whatever this was would stop soon. Mylene was crying into Ivan’s shirt, the larger male holding her close protectively.

I send the locusts on a wind, Such as the world has never seen, On ev'ry leaf, on ev'ry stalk, Until there's nothing left of green, I send my scourge, I send my sword! The Agreste manor was overrun with insects, to the dismay of Gabriel and Natalie. Neither could use their miraculous, the kwamis having been sucked in during the transformation, but no actual power surged. They couldn’t detransform, and they were delving into panic. The Gorilla was holding onto Adrien protectively, keeping him as safe as he could. The boy was terrified as he messaged his class, Plagg offering a not-so-comforting paw in an attempt to calm him down. After the rain stopped, Tikki forcing every user to detransform (Thankfully Marinette was in a private area), she hugged her Bug as best she could as they entered Fu’s shop. The old man was freezing, curled up under a blanket. Wayzz was saddened to see his old friend suffer, but had realized that Fu’s time was practically done. He only had so long left. Even the longevity of a turtle could not help him. Marinette quickly got the heat on, trying to start nursing Fu back to health, calling an ambulance when that failed, and later finding the miracle box with the turtle miraculous inside in her room, Kwamis waiting for her anxiously. “He’s gone, isn’t he...” She sounded sad, but knew that Fu was- had been- over one hundred. She took the Kwamis into her arms, hugging them all gently.

The Plagues ended that night, but the damage was done. Gabriel and Natalie quickly turned back into civilians, holding onto each other. Norroo and Duusuu did the same, regretting nothing. They had heard Tikki’s message. They knew their holders were in the wrong. Alya and Nino were crashing on Alya’s couch, silently comforting each other. Plagg was tucked under Adrien’s chin, purring softly in an attempt to calm him down further. He wouldn’t allow him to transform, telling him he needed to simply sleep that night, that transforming this night would be a bad idea. The plagues had only just ended- He didn’t want more.

#ml salt #lila salt #adrien salt #bustier salt #lila gets exposed #lila karma #tikki gets pissed #plaggs afraid of tikki #the prince of egypt #the plagues #miraculous lb #miraculous ladybug

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fenheart87 · 4 years

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Healing the Magic

For @bloody-no-kissu happy belated birthday!

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“Well hello there, sniffer’s no good upwind.” Luka kept his relaxed posture, no need to scare the young woman, especially when he had no way of knowing what she was capable of. "Rest easy lass, just a wee break for the legs before finishing my journey. Beautiful women are welcome to the river beside me, I don't bite."

Marinette snorted and moved closer, much more at ease with the werewolf as he was coherent. Carefully she scooped some water from the flow of the river with a chipped bowl and carefully filled her canteen. Silently she thanked the river spirits that this one was untainted by the illness that was flooding the capital. Once her canteen was full, she filled a few vials and other potion bottles. She would need moon water but that was harder to come by, unless…

"Pray tell furry friend," she smiled at the eye roll and continued, "if I were to say leave a basin to be touched by Sister Moon would you place a watchful eye and help me to gather pure water from a full and a new moon?"

"Moon water aye?" Blue eyes narrowed in consideration and a healthy dose of wariness. "And what would a young lass such as yourself need any type of moon water for?"

"I come from the Agreste ranch, rescued as a healer for the ailing late Madame Emilie Agreste. Since her passing and resting of her soul, I have been helping to use my skills for those in the nearby town, most wounds heal best under a full moon. Other times I must raise defense for myself against those who wish to harm a skilled healer such as myself. I understand if you cannot help." Marinette simply returned to drinking fresh water from the river and making sure she had collected enough for her next round of potions.

"Lilly wheat grows yonder the hill to the west, right along the tree line. It can be tricking to navigate, I swear to watch yer things should you need to gather it."

Surprise covered her features, it was exactly what she was looking for and made her rethink this werewolf and wonder, how did he recognize the potion? "Many thanks, should you need flea repellent, there is thistle burn about two miles east of here."

"Ah the smell would be unmistakable." Nodding his shaggy head in thanks and reclined on the other bank, he seemed to be done with conversation.

"I'll take you up on your kind offer stranger, I'll be swift." Marinette heard the snort but paid it no mind as she gathered her dagger, amulet and her bag for the herbs she had collected. Swapping the jars of water for a few empty ones, she made her way to the west. Humming some disguised spells, Marinette committed the path to memory and found a few alternate routes for future trips. Sure enough she spotted lilly wheat from its lavender and pale blue coloring, it was a hybrid lookalike of wheat and blue bell flowers. Gathering as much as she could to fill the jars to the max and even stuffed her apron pockets to the brim. Making her way back, she heard a few twigs snap and the trees across the river had a slight sway, signalling the werewolf just left.

"Thank you kind wolf!" Upon reaching the middle of the clearing, she noticed both collection jars were missing. Smiling, she made a note to return in a month's time.

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The walk helped clear her senses, too much magic and illness in the capitol had clouded Marinette's magical innate ability to sense other beings. Nature was usually at a neutral point unless tainted by those who lived in the area. Out here so far away from anything or even the manor of vampires she cohabitated with was still pure and loved to trade her negative things with a positive rush of natural magic. It was quite a boost and usually she stored it in her crystals, sometimes bringing them with her to recharge if she was able to stay for a long period.

The tree line broke and the sounds of the river filled her ears and the birds sounded louder than before. Marinette basked in the cheer floating in the air and made her way to the natural alter that she frequently used as her desk. Noticing a note hidden under a rock with a gem tied to it. Carefully she pulled the letter free, not wanting to touch the gem in case it was rigged with a spell.

'Hello Witchling,

I trust your fortnight has been fruitful and as you asked, I was indeed able to get both water from the new moon and the full moon. Untouched completely by every element but the collected water and the air itself. The gem is a family heirloom, there is a hidden cave and it shall lead you to it with just a drop of water from the river.

The Big Friendly Wolf'

Giggling to herself, she did as the note bade and with a touch of cursory magic, determined it was harmless. Dipping a finger in the river for a drop of water, Marinette followed the glowing red light to the cave where her collection jars waited for her, completely untouched. Taking care, she poured the water into the marked pots and carefully sealed them for transportation. This would be plenty for what she needed and Marinette made a note to make something for the helpful Were. Leaving the crystal with the note in the cave, she set off to gather the few missing herbs left. It took only a few minutes of scouting when her senses sparked in alarm, there was another magical signature drawing closer and it was unfamiliar. Deciding the risk was worth it, Marinette touched her amulet and teleported back into the agreste stronghold.

Dizziness filled her vision for a moment and she steadied herself with a few deep breaths. Looking around her room, she noticed nothing out of order and apart from the usual lingering traces of her magic and of Adrien's, everything was still. Grabbing a couple cookies to help her nausea, Marinette teleported back out of the castle and to the nearby wood. It would make it seem as if she skipped over the mountain and river instead of jumping right through every defense that Gabriel had set. Normally the elder vampire had no qualms with her use of magic but he disapproved of it greatly and even forbade Marinette to teach his son. The magic had chosen the young heir and there was not a thing she could do to stop it but that was a long time before they needed to discuss anything if her luck had anything to do with it, she dearly hoped she would be released from their service before then.

The guard, a quiet man whom Adrien called Gorilla, nodded in greeting and let her pass unharmed. Not many could come and go as they pleased, it was a hard earned honor to be rarely granted. Resuming her humming, her magic reached out and brushed against Adrien's, giving her a clear path to follow. Turning left instead of her normal right, the torches illuminated her way. The only thing King Gabriel requested to be enchanted at all times and now only let Marinette or Felix boost them when the stored magic was running low.

"Oh posh, you know as well as I do your father is hardly that." A foreign voice could be heard as she approached the heir's chambers.

"I'm not having this argument again, either you can shut up or I'll have your tongue." Adrien rarely snapped and it caused the witch's curiosity to peak even more. The moment of silence was her best bet, knocking in a familiar pattern and humming a containment spell, Marinette opened the door and slipped inside quickly.

"Oi! You never told me Tikki was here!" The blurry black form was hissing and thrashing in anger, the spell working like a charm.

"Oh you must be Plagg! I thought Mullo said you were a cute cat with a bad attitude?" Marinette wondered aloud, smiling in greeting to the frozen vampire.

"Mullo?! Wait wait wait! You're Marinette!"

Plagg settles into his hybrid form, acid green eyes and fluffy black ears being the first clear features to show. He stepped out of the transformation smoke and his body clad in black robes became solid, a slender tail flicking in excitement behind him.

"Oh no, you talk about me?!" Marinette shrieked in alarm, dropping the bag she had forgotten.

"Hold on, what in the Hell's Fires is going on here?" Adrien cut in, looking at the Demigod and his healer in anger and confusion.

"Oh Adrien, you know my true talents are not in healing so I know the Demigods when I see them. I've always known you're magic kissed like your mother." She smiled guiltily as the shock filled his face.

"Of course we talk about you, there's only one of you even century if we're lucky. A Destined is something to be proud of and you are definitely a very special one too. I'd love to see what kind of chaos we could create." His smile was full of fangs and a mischievous gleam shone from his eyes.

"Maybe one day, especially since I was forbade from teaching any magic and now you're contracted to Adrien." Marinette surmised, it was the only explanation as to why the demigod would actually be there in person.

"Father will never learn to trust me will he?" The blonde sighed deeply, defeat easy to read in his hunched form.

"He fears the illness that took your mother will take you as well…" Marinette hesitated, looking to Plagg for permission to disclose the truth; a move that Adrien noticed and pounced on.

"What are you hiding from me?" He rose from the chair, brow furrowed in anger and stalked towards the shorter woman.

"I cannot say, the King has his ways of forbidding even the most noble of truths." She turned her gaze to the floor in preservation, a vampire's thrall wasn't effective enough to hold her for long but it did cause severe damage.

"He marked you." They had nearly forgotten the demigod was in the same room. "That bastard! Touching a Destined with Darkened Magic is forbidden!"

"I had no idea I was a Destined, my powers never came in until I became lost in the Forbidden Woods." Her voice was soft with sadness but still clearly heard. "This means he will have to be put to death doesn't it?"

The silence from the demigod was loud enough in its own right. King Gabriel would pay the price of meddling with the Darkened Magic, the blackest of black magic and required sacrifices of souls and thousands of blood rituals or even contracts with demons. The penalty was raised even more for using the Darkened Magic on a Destined and stunting Marinette’s growth and endangering her life, a Demigod had chosen her and had been denied the right to connect with her because of Gabriel's foolishness.

"You'll rise to your place in the throne then Prince Adrien."

"You can't be serious, killing my father? For using magic on a witch?" Adrien cried, waving his arm carelessly.

"Boy, Magic Kissed you are but Chosen you are not! I will take you down with him should you choose to go against the wish of the Gods!" Plagg snarled, teeth glinting sharply in the candlelight.

Adrien started at the show of anger and reacted with fangs bared and eyes darkening to red. The predator was unused to feeling truly like prey, even in front of his father and his fight or flight instinct was set to fight. Marinette hummed herself, layering a few protective spells over herself and Plagg, surprising the demigod enough to whip his head and stare at her in disbelief.

"You're Tikki's chosen…" Adrien calmed a bit and glowered at the two that had suddenly forgotten him.

"I wouldn't know." Marinette whispered, barely heard by either male.

"Look kid, either he dies and you step up to be the man they need you to be or you'll suffer at the end of my claws as well. You have until sundown to decide. Little witchling, I shall keep in touch. There will be three parting gifts in your room and with your smarts you'll put it all together." Plagg bowed slightly, a show of respect to Marientte which had her and Adrien shocked as the demigod disappeared.

"We need to act normal for the time being. I'll see you at dinner." Adrien spoke dismissively, an echo of Gabriel's attitude behind his words. Marinette was left with no choice but to retire to her room.

Her room was alive in the way only a witch could truly achieve, the flora was bursting with healthy green leaves and big bright beautiful blooms. The air carried a weight of the magic she often conjured within the four walls, positive and practice vibes floating playfully past one another to create a safe atmosphere. Little did anyone realize the room itself was enchanted and she could move the entire thing at will, it was difficult as it required a lot of magic but with the help of Moon Water, she could do it and hide away to regain her strength.

"Alright, time to get to work." Marinette opened her chest and humming a light airy tune, the shelves floated off the walls and slowly drifted into the chest, allowing her time to select certain ingredients. Taking a deep breath she changed her tune and her furniture began to shrink and floated into the chest as well. The young witch was about three quarters depleted of her magic, Marinette had suspicions that Gabriel had something to do with it.

"Okay, time to juice up. Just a little bit, nothing major. Nothing ventured, nothing gained after all." She muttered under her breath, trying to shake off the sudden nerves. Tapping into the last of her power, Marinette focused on the new moon water and held the clear quartz above it, near breaking concentration as it began to float. Starting a soft hum, the water took a shiny quality and the crystal glowed in response. Very thin multicolored wisps of smoke drifted back and forth, showing a tangible power exchange between both stored magics. Once the water no longer shined and the smoke faded fully, she stopped humming.

"One more step and onto freedom…" Blue eyes took in the half packed state of her room, fingers already reaching for her Amethyst to charge with the Full Moon water. This was easier as there was only a little need for direction, the power was already there and no need to purify or mix with another essence. Gently she placed the crystal to float on top of the water and with a whisper of a chant, the process began.

Marinette moved around the room and tossed the shrunken furniture into the chest, convincing her plants to sleep for the trip and even getting some to shrink into seeds for packing purposes. Once everything was cleared and stored away, the young witch turned back to the crystal and pot, the process about halfway done. Steeling herself, Marinette grabbed a ring she rarely wore when staying inside the castle, strands of gold layered and twisted to form a beautiful rose. This was one of her more precious gifts, it also lent the ability to disguise everything tattletale from vampires.

"Now to make it through dinner… And hopefully out of here alive."

Dinner was a quiet affair, the tension could be felt by even the servants who were speedy about setting down the dishes and retreating as quickly as they could without triggering a chase from an angry vampire.

"I thought King Gabriel was to join us?" Marinette asked politely, forcing herself to enjoy the cooked lamb at a moderate pace.

"Father had some unexpected business to attend to." Adrien had finished sucking his peice dry and moved on to the goblet of blood wine.

"I hope nothing too strenuous."

"Father can handle anything."

Once she was finished, the table was cleared for dessert. The young witch knew this would be her moment as everyone else had left the room and if things were to go south, they would be spared from Adrien's wrath. Gathering courage, she rose from her seated position and bowed slightly.

"If you have a moment to spare, I would like to discuss something with you."

"So be it, speak your piece." Adrien leaned back in the chair, his persona more and more like his father every day but never closer than in that moment.

"After the events I am resigning from my position as healer for the Agreste Coven."

"Marinette, there's no reason to have this discussion." He sighed heavily and rose from his seat, turning to leave.

"There's no reason for me to be here any longer Adrien. My original reason for employment has been null for a long time. I feel it's time to leave and further my skills, that cannot be done while in here. There's nothing for me to learn." As a human she knew this would trigger what was left of his humanity and kept her breathing even to avoid the blow up

Adrien spun around suddenly, knocking off the dinnerware from the table. The plate was a near miss from cutting Marientte's bare feet but she stood her ground, after all no matter how nice Adrien was, there was still a predator in his heart. Green eyes blazed with anger and a low snarl ripped from his throat, it had no effect on her after so long of being in his service. "You dare mock me and then presume to leave me!? For the flea bitten mongrel at that?"

"I'd rather lay with that so-called mongrel and risk fleas than be with you a moment longer than I have to." Marinette calmly stated, pulling on her inner strength to not let her ring fail her and reveal how fast her pulse was truly racing.

"What is this really about Marinette? Did I not give you all the splendor and treasures you could want? I let you choose a trade and keep your money from it, supporting you and never asking for you to repay your debt with me. Have I ever hurt you?" Adrien spread his arms dramatically, appearing innocent except for the look of rage taking over his face.

"Adrien. Do not make this a big deal, Plagg is already watching you closely." Praying to the demigod himself that Adrien wouldn't be able to call her bluff. "I am not a prize to be won or fought over, I am most certainly not yours. You have never hurt me nor have I you, please do not change that."

"Then leave, when you get fleas do not come crying to me." Adrien spun and left the dining hall, anger leaking from him.

Marinette wasted no time, teleporting back to her room and casting a cloaking spell on the chest. The transfer was done and quickly she saved the water for both by sealing the collection pots temporarily. The crystals went onto the pouch at her waist, Marinette noticed that there was more than usual and smiled in relief.

"One of three found little witchling. Best hurry to get out of here before my kitten blows a gasket." Plagg commented lazily, floating above the opening of her door.

"Thank you for your watchful eyes Plagg." Dropping into a quick curtsey and drawing a quiet chuckle from the Demigod, the witch finished packing what little was left. Humming brightly, she gasped as the chest shrunk into a perfect sized bracelet.

"The least I can do to help rectify the wrong that has been done towards you. Mayhaps you should find a mentor that has knowledge of God's and Divination."

"Consider it done! Master Fu told me if i ever needed anything to go see him at the Temple of Heroes." Marinette smiled brightly and with a wink, teleported into the clearing she favored. She miscalculated how drained she was on magic as something solid but somewhat squishy.

"Well lass, did not expect you to fall into my lap quite like this." The werewolf's deep timber caused a shiver to run up her spine.

"Not quite my intention but I do need help and a certain big friendly werewolf would be quite helpful against the big scary vampires."

"Well lassie, you're in luck. Just hang on." He shifted her to his back and she clung on for dear life with a huge smile on her face. Time to live for herself.

#miraculous lb #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #lukanette endgame #plagg is a little shit

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Love Bites - Chapter 8

Belatrice Gray was a TA at Belgrave University, working hard to stay on top of her marking and trying not to flunk her own studies, when a night out with her bff Randall and his roommates, changed everything.

Hamish Duke x OC fiction with fluff, romance and angst. OC description has been left out to allow for reader personalisation!

“Stupid, stupid, STUPID.” The vending machine shook as Bela whacked the side of it, earning her a dirty look from a young, blonde woman sitting at the table across from her in the student lounge.

She gave the machine another thump and her packet of Cheetos fell forward a fraction of an inch, and then stopped. Bela didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or give the irritating box a good solid kick.

“Wow, nothing gets a woman going like a faulty vending machine.” Randall joked as he joined his friend in front of the infernal device. “Don’t worry Bels, I’ve got you covered.”

He reached into his satchel and pulled out a Twix. As Bela took it with a small ‘thanks’, her eyes were suspiciously glassy. Randall grimaced, “Bad day?”

“Bad month.” Bela replied.

“Still on for our epic film night?”

Bela nodded. “When have I ever said no to The Princess Bride? We can grab snacks on the way to mine.”

As they walked Bela felt herself relax slightly, letting Randall’s easy chatter drown out the sounds of the students around them.

“We thought we’d celebrate the end of finals but Jack was busy with Alyssa again, like always - must be a Tuesday, right? I wanted to go to B&C but Lil insisted on going to that new bar down the road, the one with all the bikers-”

Bela nodded in sympathy, unwrapping her Twix.

“And then we got SO drunk, Hamis-” Randall broke off suddenly.

Bela looked at him. “You can say his name, Randall.”

“I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Who’s upset?” Her eyes flashed. “It’s totally normal to sleep with someone who ditches you in their apartment and then ignores you for three weeks straight. The kids call it being ‘ghosted’ Randall, and it’s a normal part of the college experience.”

Catching the look on her friend’s face she forced her expression into something she hoped resembled a smile. “Really,” she insisted, “I’m over it.”

“Yes, of course you are - I’m totally convinced.”

Bela had been trying her hardest to avoid drawing her friend into her little pity party over Hamish. She’d had her feelings hurt before by a guy - by a dozen guys, but this time it stung more than she wanted to admit. When Bela had woken alone in Hamish’s apartment with sore legs, a sore neck and, well, sore all over, she had been surprised. A few days and three unreturned texts later she’d been worried. After Randall had awkwardly confirmed over coffee, that Hamish was in fact, alive, she had been furious.

Despite hitting all of the usual heartbreak remedies - romcom binges, a rather satisfying round of axe throwing at the hipster place round the corner, and just plain, wallowing - Bela’s feelings were as raw as they had been weeks ago. As much as she wanted to, she just wasn’t moving on.

She’d quickly realised that talking to Randall was off the cards. He was her friend, but he was also Hamish’s friend. When she attempted to casually bring up the situation, his insistence that it was just a difficult and complicated situation (which he couldn’t explain to her), just made her feel worse. Besides, it wasn’t fair for her to put him in the middle of what was quickly turning into a bizarre and deeply depressing, failed romantic conquest.

The final straw had been last Monday. She’d been walking home from class, distracted by the thought of another late night grading papers, when she rounded a corner and almost ran head-first into him. The countless nights spent imagining what she'd do if she saw Hamish did little to prepare her. There was no apology, no awkward exchange or attempt to excuse his abrupt absence from her life, Hamish had just turned on his heels and walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Bela, and a very confused Randall and Lilith in his wake.

Once they’d all recovered from the moment, Lilith and Randall had offered to help carry the papers back to her apartment, but Bela politely and firmly refused.

Instead she walked the 15 minute journey home, closed her front door on the outside world and then, after setting the papers neatly on her coffee table, burst into tears.

“Bels,” said Randall, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Mmhm?”

“I don’t think you’re fine.” He reached over and prised the mangled chocolate bar from her fist. “Blade and Chalice?” He suggested.

“Yes, please,” Bela said with a weak smile.

- - - - -

“You’re gone and I gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off my mind, ooOo-hoo, ooOoo-hoo.” Gabrielle warbled from a stage in the corner of the packed bar.

“You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night.” Bela rolled her eyes as the brunette milked the spotlight for all she could.

“She sounds like an angel.” Randall slurred, pouring himself another beer.

Bela squinted at him. “Do you have a crush on Gabrielle?”

“Pffft,” Randall blinked a few times, trying to focus on the stage, “She does sing it well though…”

“Right, I’m cutting you off.”

“Nooooo, hells bells-ha! Bels. Get it?”

“Yes,” Bela sighed, “I get it.”

Randall frowned. “But you’re not laughing.”

“That’s because it wasn’t funny.”

Randall grabbed his chest. “You wound me Bela. And to think I thought of you as my friend.”

“A real friend would get us a refill from the bar.” Bela shook the empty pitcher.

As Randall stumbled across the room she looked around. The Blade and Chalice was packed with students, regulars and - was that? Yep - even a few professors. They’d managed to snag a table by the door when they got there but as the hours ticked on the place had quickly filled up and was now almost uncomfortably busy. The promise of cheap beer and bad karaoke clearly drew a big crowd and though it wasn’t Bela’s usual idea of a good night, she couldn’t deny that sitting here with her friend, downing drinks and mocking the performances was actually proving to be a pretty decent distraction.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Is it more beer?”

Randall placed the pitcher on the table between them. “No, well yes. But also I signed us up for a song.”

“Oh great, so we can be the drunk idiots everyone’s making fun of?”

“C’mon Bels, it’s just a bit of fun. Let’s do something funnnnnnn, for once in our lives! No one cares, they’re all at least five beers deep anyway.”

Bela huffed. He had a point.

“Fine, but I’m not singing a ballad.”

Randall did a happy dance and dragged Bella up to the stage. As the first chords of Now or Never by Halsey began, Bela grimaced.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Randall.”

“Big smile doll, it’s showtime!” He launched into the first verse. “I don’t wanna fight right now. Know you always right. Know I need you round with me, but nobody waitin’ round with me.”

Bela groaned as he smiled in encouragement. “Been through the ups, yeah the ups and the downs with me. Got a whole lot of love, but you don’t wanna spread it round with me.”

“Let’s take it to the chorus!” Randall shouted into the mic. Bela smiled at her friend, he was clearly having the time of his life.

Randall’s voice joined hers as they sang together, “Baby gon’ love me now, now, now, now, now or never. I want you to hold me down, down, down, down, down forever.” Randall shook his hips, eliciting a chorus of cheers and whistles from the crowd.

Bela giggled, for the first time in ages she was actually kind of enjoying herself. The beer gave her a fuzzy, comfortably numb feeling and as she watched Randall crooning into his mic, dancing provocatively in front of the crowd she couldn’t help but grin. When he noticed her smiling he grabbed her hand and twirled her round. They finished their song with a flourish and made their way off the stage.

As they stepped down Gabrielle approached Randall. “Nice dance moves,” She said, leaning close to him and batting her long lashes. “Want to buy me a drink?”.

He looked at her like a deer caught in headlights for a second and then remembered why he was in the bar in the first place. “Uh, I’m hanging with my bestie tonight.”

Bela rolled her eyes and leaned over to him. “Are you crazy? Go have fun - I’m fine!”

“No, I’m not leaving you alone”.

“Don’t be an idiot. Tonight was awesome, consider me cheered up! Now go.” She gave him a gentle shove in Gabrielle’s direction. He flashed her a hasty thumbs up and mouthed wish me luck, before following her to the bar.

Bela smiled to herself, Gabrielle was going to eat that boy alive.

She was making her way back to the table to grab her bag when she bumped into someone coming from the direction of the bar.

Lilith swore loudly as the glasses she was holding splashed over, catching the front of her jeans. “Seriously? I just got these, watch where you’re going, you drunk- oh. Shit. Hi”. Lilith looked up, her anger fizzling when she recognised Bela.

Oh God, Bela thought, if Lilith was here did that mean…?

As if she could read her mind, Lilith raised the glasses. “Uh…I’m just here for a nightcap.”

Bela eyed the drinks - a beer and a scotch. “Both of those for you?”

“Yep. What? Now only men can be alcoholics?”

Bela felt the effects of the beer evaporating quickly, along with her good mood. She didn’t really want to spoil her first good night in ages and the last thing she wanted right now was to start an argument with Hamish’s aggressively possessive bff. “Ok, sure. Have fun.”

Bela grabbed her bag and coat and headed towards the door, just as the bell above it chimed.

She noticed Hamish before he saw her. He was wrapped in a thick coat, buttoned up against the cold, distracted by the phone in his hand. Lilith shoved past her, approaching him quickly.

“Haim, sorry I didn’t realise - Randall said they were going to be at-”

He looked up to the sound of her voice, in confusion, before his eyes slid over past her shoulder and locked with Bela’s.

Bela watched in shock as he snarled - actually snarled - at Lilith and then turned and walked straight out of the bar.

Lilith huffed and slammed her drinks down on the closest table. “Really! Again?”

#the order #hamish duke #hamish duke x reader #hamish duke x oc #randall carpio #lillith bathory #werewolf #the knights of st christopher #the knights of saint christopher #love bites

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Duchess Noir Part 6

Hello all. I apologize again for how late this is (especially to you, lovely anon). Thank you again SO MUCH for commissioning me to write this chapter. Things are really difficult right now and you helped make my life a lot better this week. I really appreciate it. :) (To make up for my tardiness, this chapter is extra long.)

Now, on with the salt show!

Gabriel

Gabriel Agreste sat at his desk and ran a hand across his face. He was getting a headache again. The feelings of all of Paris pressed down around his mind and he couldn’t help the rising tide of derision at how… petty they all were. How dare these people feel such despair at the most commonplace of everyday mishaps. They didn’t deserve to feel that pain, that anguish. They hadn’t lost everything. Raising his head, he turned in his chair to face the portrait of his wife behind his desk. The sun streaming through the windows gave life to the gold of her hair and the emerald green of her eyes. Gabriel reached out a hand towards the painting -- and then curled over himself in pain. He fumbled for the buttons that would take him to his lair as his head split apart. God, he had never felt such despair. Through the pain, his mouth split open in a shark’s smile and the floor dropped out from underneath him.

“Noroo, dark wings rise!”

As soon as the cold magic of his transformation wrapped around him, Hawkmoth called down a butterfly and reached out with his mind as he poured his energy into it. Just who was this, filled with such pain? This utterly broken soul would be his masterpiece, he could feel it --

“Adrien.” His lips parted around the name in horror. He threw the butterfly away and whirled on his heel, dropping his transformation as he went. He barely registered Nathalie’s surprise as he ran past her and up the stairs, bursting into his son’s room without consideration for an excuse as to why he’d done so.

He found his son in the wreckage of his room. He looked around with wide eyes at the dismembered foosball table, the upturned couch, the shattered CDs that littered the floor, and the boy in the middle of it all, tears streaming down his face and with an expression of such murderous rage that even Gabriel felt a frisson of fear shoot through him. Adrien muttered something too low for him to hear.

“What did you say, son?”

“She took it from me.” Adrien bit out, mouth cutting around each syllable as though it were a knife. “SHE TOOK IT FROM ME.”

Gabriel was confused. Who could have taken something from his son? What did the boy value enough to feel such rage? He wanted to ask for clarification, but before he could even open his mouth again, Adrien went on, almost growling.

“How dare she?! We were chosen for this -- we’re soulmates! Why can’t she see that? It’s destiny -- the Ladybug and the Black Cat are meant for each other. She can’t love anyone else but me -- she’s mine! ---”

His son was still speaking, but Gabriel could only hear the words “Ladybug” and “Black Cat” as they chased each other around his mind over and over again. His eyes were drawn to Adrien’s hands -- and to the stark absence of the ring he’d noticed that his son had taken to wearing.

“So close.” He muttered. “I was so close!” He stepped closer to his son and raised his voice. “Oh Adrien, I understand. You’ve done so much for her -- it’s only right that she realizes that.”

Adrien’s face broke wide open like the sun -- the model’s smile that he’d spent years cultivating making him look every inch the angel. “I know! Thank you, father!” Then his face twisted down into a snarl again. “You’d be surprised how many people don’t see it that way.”

Gabriel felt his own mouth twist up into a smile. “What if I told you that I have a way for you to make her see?”

“But how? She took my miraculous -- what can I do without it?”

“Noroo?” The elder Agreste called for his own kwami, and the timid purple butterfly flew out of his suit pocket.

Surprise played across his son’s face before settling into a feral, cat-like grin.

Chloe

“Give me your hand.”

Chloe had been just about ready to head out to meet up with Sabrina for a picnic their class was having in the park when Plagg spoke. She turned to meet his cold green eyes. Her heart sank. It hadn’t even been a day yet and he’d already decided that she was a bad idea. The fact that she’d almost expected it didn’t make it hurt any less. Screwing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop the coming tears, she offered her right hand to Plagg, using her left to begin twisting the ring off of her finger. Funny… it had gone on pretty easily, but it was proving a bit difficult to remove…

“What are you doing? Are you giving up already?”

Chloe’s eyes flew open. “I -- I thought that you wanted the ring back. That… that you decided that I’m not worthy.”

Plagg huffed in a manner so bizarrely reminiscent of an actual cat that for a second she almost forgot what he was. “No, kid. Tikki trusts you, and that means that you’re the bug’s best hope right now. Frankly, with how Hawkmoth’s been escalating, we really don’t have time to find and train someone new. Unless you really mess up -- which you’re not going to” he punctuated his statement with a glare “I’m not going to take the ring back.”

“Then what are you doing?” Chloe blinked back the tears that hadn’t quite fallen, trying to win some composure back so that Plagg would think she was worth his time.

“I need to change what the ring looks like, just in case the previous Chat Noir would see you and figure things out. Just hold on a second.” Plagg placed both tiny paws on the ring on Chloe’s finger and closed his eyes.

The kwami and the ring glowed such a bright green that Chloe had to look away from them. When the light faded, she turned back to find Plagg already halfway across the room swallowing an entire wheel of camembert whole, and a much slimmer gold ring on her finger. She lifted it up to her face, examining the way that the light played across its surface. “Wow.”

“Yes, yes, I know, you’re astonished by my amazing magical powers.” Plagg had flown back over to her, carrying another wheel of camembert in his arms. He held it out towards her. “Now, if we’re going somewhere, put this in your purse.”

Chloe eyed the wheel of cheese with horror. “In my purse?! But -- that smells awful! And my purse is Gucci!”

“If I’m hungry, I won’t be able to transform you if there’s an akuma, and if I can’t transform you, you won’t be able to help Ladybug,” Plagg stated smugly.

“... Fine.” Chloe took a deep breath and shoved the stinky cheese into her designer purse.

Adrien

“Why can’t you just akumatize me?” Adrien asked petulantly. His father and Nathalie were conversing in quiet tones underneath the large butterfly window in what Adrien had discovered to be the lair of Hawkmoth and Mayura.

Nathalie nodded sharply at his father and pulled something from her pocket, pinning it to her lapel. After an explosion of intense blue light, Adrien saw a peacock kwami fluttering affectionately around Nathalie’s head. She offered the small being a piece of chocolate, pulled from another pocket.

Father turned towards him, steepling his fingers in thought. “We must know if a new wielder has been found for the miraculous of the Black Cat. The Guardian may be keeping it still, or he may have hidden it, intending to send Ladybug help in the forms of the other miraculous in his keeping. To rescue your mother -- and to make your Lady see sense, of course -- we need both miraculous. We will strike our most powerful blow when we have them both in our sights, not a second before.”

Adrien huffed, but make the sort of careless, permissive gesture one might expect from a Prince. “I suppose that makes sense. But the second I see whatever imposter has Plagg…”

His father’s lips quirked up in a malicious grin. “You’ll get your vengeance, son.”

Chloe

Chloe arrived at the park fifteen minutes later than she’d planned to see the party in full swing. The class had formed up into a clump around a bench facing away from Chloe and seemed to be very engrossed in conversation with… kwami dammit. Chloe’s eyes rolled skyward and she suddenly acutely regretted letting Sabrina convince her to come out to “hang out” with the class on her precious day off. Of course, they’d all be holding court around sausage hair. Still, she was here, and she was trying to be a better friend to Sabrina. Maybe she could convince the other girl to ditch the rest of the class and they could have a spa day instead? Deciding that the thought had merit, she approached the class.

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.” Chloe barely restrained a laugh at the liar’s honestly horrific fake crying but sobered as she continued. “I’m sure that Marinette just forgot that she told me she’d bring the picnic blankets and snacks today. I was just so excited about today! I’ve had to miss so many of the class events because I’ve been so busy working with Prince Ali on my environmental initiative… I -- no, that’s silly.”

Alix leaned forward like the Italian’s ridiculous hair had some sort of gravitational pull. “What is it, Lila?”

Rossi made a rather unconvincing show of pretending that she had something that she shouldn’t say before simpering “Well… I almost wonder if she didn’t come on purpose.” She raised her hands like she’d said something the rest of the class wouldn’t like and didn’t want them to be mad at her. “I mean… I know that you all really want to believe the best in her, but Marinette has been awful to me ever since I transferred here! She says such awful things to me when none of you are around to hear. Honestly… if you all weren’t such good friends, I probably would have transferred schools by now just to get away from her. Even when I asked her about having this picnic, she told me that she’d tell the rest of you to come. If I hadn’t texted you all separately, would anyone have even shown up? Or would I be sitting here all alone again?” Rossi hid her head in her hands as she started crying, presumably preventing the rest of the sheep in their class from realizing that no actual tears were falling.

Chloe’s heart sank as she looked at the rest of the class. It looked as though a verbal bomb had been detonated. While a few (Cesaire and Lahiffe) hung back and looked uncertain, no one was exactly jumping to defend Dupain-Cheng from Rossi’s accusations. Worse, others, like Alix and Kim, were starting to look absolutely murderous. Did they actually believe this shit?! And then, just when she thought the situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, Chloe spotted a flash of blue hair over Max’s shoulder. Shit. She wasn’t the only one who noticed. Double shit. She tried to make gestures at Dupain-Cheng to get her erstwhile nemesis to turn around, but Kubdel was already up off the ground and halfway to the bluenette. Without really thinking about it, Chloe ran after her.

“Some fucking nerve you have showing up here! Did you come to laugh at her?!” The pink-haired girl was inside Dupain-Cheng’s space, shouting in her face.

“I -- don’t -- what?” The bluenette was understandably confused, but this only seemed to make the other girl angrier. She raised a hand as if to slap Mari- Dupain-Cheng, and Chloe was moving before her mind caught up with her. She jumped between the other two girls, grabbing Kubel’s wrist before it could hit its mark.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed.

Marinette

Chloe Bourgeois was standing up for her. Her -- Marinette Dupain-Cheng -- not Ladybug. And Alix had been about to -- No. She couldn’t hear what Chloe was saying to Alix over the roaring in her ears. Her eyes drifted over the blonde’s shoulder and landed on the rest of her class gathered around a bench on which Lila Rossi was sitting, face twisted in a poor approximation of despair. Her scattered mind began putting the pieces together. She met Alya’s eyes amid the crowd. Bright, warm, fearless Alya. The first best friend she’d ever had. The other girl looked at her with something like regret, one hand stretched out as if she meant to come to her side -- and then the moment passed, Rose grabbed her arm and she looked away. Still, Marinette couldn’t quite suppress the flicker of hope. Maybe Alya was starting to see. Maybe, despite everything, she could get her friend back.

Marinette was brought back to herself by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Chloe stood in front of her, looking profoundly uncomfortable. “-Cheng. Dupain-Cheng… Marinette, are you okay?”

She opened and closed her mouth several times. Was she okay? Honestly, she didn’t know. She was so tired, of Lila, of Hawkmoth, of Chat, of everything. She gave a minute shake of her head and pitched forward into Chloe’s arms, seeking out the embrace that had kept her sane over the past month. It wasn’t until the blonde stiffened against her that she realized that she was Marinette now, not Ladybug. Chloe didn’t… She tore herself backward, took one glance at the confused blue eyes in front of her, and she ran.

Nathalie

Mayura landed gently on the top of the Eiffel Tower. She extended one hand to brace herself on the metal supports and reached into a pocket with the other to bring out a nondescript pen that she’d grabbed from her desk. She grabbed a feather from her fan, focusing her thoughts and the power coursing through her until the feather joined with the pen, a bubbling dark mass springing into being before her as her sentimonster was created.

The large being stood in front of her, what passed for a face level with hers as it clung to the tower with heavy limbs.

“I am your Master, Mayura.” She told the thing that she’d made. “Go into the city and destroy it. Draw out the heroes and hurt them.”

Chloe

Chloe heard the crash almost as soon as Marinette had run off. She shook herself out of her confusion and looked over the rooftops for the noise. In the distance and saw what looked like a large monster trampling through the city. She swore underneath her breath and used the confusion that had suddenly overtaken the park to dash to an isolated alleyway, opening her purse once she was sure no one could see her. Plagg emerged, looking serious.

“Are you ready kid?” He asked her.

She looked back at him with determination in her eyes. She would not let Ladybug down. “Plagg, claws out!”

The energy that washed over her was colder and less controlled than Pollen’s warm light. It felt almost like standing in the middle of a raging storm, with dark lightning lancing along her skin. She’d thought she’d known what being a superhero felt like -- what power felt like. She had been wrong. She felt the power of destruction roiling inside her and shuddered at the thought of the previous Chat Noir with this energy at his fingertips. No. It was hers now. And she would protect it and Ladybug both. She grasped her baton in a daintily clawed hand and sprung up onto the rooftops of Paris.

She wasn’t quite as fast as she’d been as Queen Bee, but she could feel the strength in the magically reinforced black leather of her armor and knew that she’d pack much more of a punch in a fight. Still, it didn’t take long to cross the expanse of Paris between her and the akuma? Sentimonster? She paused behind a chimney to observe the monster, see if she could locate the object that needed to be broken… But its indigo skin seemed almost formless -- it didn’t look like it could hide any sort of object. Shit. She wanted to look longer, to see if there was anything that she had missed, but the beast moved forward, one giant leg descending towards a mother desperately trying to remove a baby from a stroller whose wheel had caught in a crack in the road.

And just as she had not five minutes earlier, Chloe moved without thought, leaping down into the street below.

Marinette

Stupid. STUPID. She couldn’t believe that she’d messed up like that with Chloe. She didn’t stop running until she was sure she hadn’t been followed, ducking into an alleyway and leaning over, hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

“Marinette, are you okay?”

She looked down at Tikki’s concerned face and attempted a smile. “Yeah, you know. My friend tried to hit me and my bully-turned-only-person-keeping-me-sane stood up for me without realizing that it was me --” she laughed almost hysterically and ran a hand through her hair. Her kwami was still looking at her, large blue eyes filled with concern. Then, she heard the crashes and the screaming. Her face hardened. “We can talk about this later.”

“We will talk about this later.” Tikki looked unusually stern. Marinette’s lips quirked up at her kwami’s protectiveness.

“Tikki, spots on!”

The familiar warmth of Tikki’s magic washed over her, and Ladybug jumped onto the roofs of Paris, already running towards the trouble in her city. She saw the large monster from a distance -- it was hard to miss, a ten-story tall formless shifting mass of blue and purple with arms and legs like clubs. Her heart dropped. It was huge. And she couldn’t count on Chat… who knew what her new partner was going to be like… She was on her own. Her yo-yo deposited her on a rooftop just behind the monster and her eyes roved over its form desperately, looking for any sort of object.

Too late she noticed one of its large feet hurtling toward the earth, and toward a mother and her child unable to flee fast enough. She flung herself in motion, but she knew she wouldn’t reach them in time -- but then a figure all in black swooped down and grabbed both mother and child, leaping away from the chaos and leaving the civilians safe. The new Cat -- her new partner -- leapt up onto the roof just ahead of the monster. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” She challenged.

For a moment, Ladybug simply looked at the new hero. Her weight rested indolently on one leg, a daintily clawed hand resting on a cocked hip. Golden piping ran down her costume in the same color as the ponytail that waved behind her like a banner and the slitted cats eyes that glinted from her mask. Then, the monster roared and her new partner’s golden baton extended and she leaped forward, claws bared.

Relief shot through her. Although she hadn’t yet spoken to or truly taken the measure of this new partner, she held onto the thought that Tikki had chosen whoever it was and that they would have her back. She wouldn't have to do this alone anymore. She ran forward, jumping off of the roof she was on and throwing her yo-yo at the monster’s head, trusting it to catch her. She had a partner to help.

Adrien

Adrien looked up as a beeping emerged from a screen in his father’s -- Hawkmoth’s -- staff. Nathalie -- Mayura -- must have sent him a message.

His father turned back toward him, eyes glinting inside his mask. “It appears that they’ve replaced you with an imposter after all.” He reached out a hand, and a white butterfly landed on his glove, beginning to glow with a corrupted purple light. “Chat Blanc, I can give you the power of unlimited destruction to win back your rightful place.”

He clenched his fists so hard that his nails drew blood.

“With pleasure, Hawkmoth.”

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penwieldingdreamer · 4 years

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The Devil’s Daughter

You guys are amazing. Thank you so much for all the feedback you have given me on the last chapter. It means the world that you like it. Taglist is still open, so if you want to be on, let me know. Now on with Part 3. Happy reading.

Warnings: None

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Part 1 Part 2

John was sat inside Midnite's office, trying to make sense of the dream he had three days ago.

“There was a woman, you said.” the shaman pointed out, leaning back on his desk as he watched the demon hunter pacing along the floor. “Do you know who she was?”

“No!” he growled, raking his hand through his dark hair, turning to the dark skinned business man. “Satan was there, so was Mammon. He talked about his favorite, his creation. That she was the devil's daughter, but I haven't found anything on her as of yet.”

The corner of his lips moved up as Midnite saw the detective's had twitch, fighting off the urge to grab the pack of cigarettes laying on the table in the corner of his office. “Maybe you haven't read the right book yet, John. The bible can't help you here.”

“I tried the Satanic bible, too, Midnite, there wasn't anything on the Devil having another child, let alone a daughter.” Johnathan rolled his eyes, pulling out the second package of gum from his pants pocket. Having stopped his smoking habit was making him agitated, but he didn't want to end up back in Satan's arms again. Once was enough to last him a life time.

Chuckling, the shaman walked over to his acquaintance, clapping him on the shoulder and pulled him to the back door of his office. “I wasn't talking about that Bible either. There is another book, one that only a few know about. You could say a memoir of sorts.”

“Written by who, the devil himself, I presume.” Constantine scoffed, harshly chewing the gum to get the idea of the cigarettes back in the office out of his head.

A boisterous laugh left Midnite's mouth walking through the hallway scattered with holy artifacts of every religion known to man. “Of course, he is a bit dramatic but otherwise you get to know the story behind Mammon and his sister.” The shaman had a glint in his eyes, explaining everything he needed to know. “Y/N is his master torturer, she was created after Mammon, but yet was the devil's favorite. She was never the rebel, always followed his rules.”

“Old Lu said something about my soul, that she was keeping him from taking my soul.” Constantine added, scratching along his jaw as he tried to recall the dream again. His friend brought the book to a small table in front of the book shelf.

It looked like a regular copy of any bestseller you found in a book shop, an old illustration depicting Satan with two demons next to him. John could recognize Mammon, standing on the left side of his father. But to his right, she was a demon yes and yet the woman looked nothing like those he usually sent back to hell.

Even though her eyes looked fierce there was a kindness reflecting in them, her wings instead of the ones her brother had were feathered and black, shielding her armor clad body. The longer he looked at the picture, the more he thought she was moving, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile instead of the scowl she had been wearing before. Closing his eyes tightly, the exorcist shook his head, trying to get rid of the image. 'It's all just in your head, Johnny boy.' he told himself turning back to Midnite.

“Here it is.” the shaman told him triumphant when he found the passage describing the devil's daughter. “Y/N had been created from the seed of a pomegranate, a symbol often used to tell the story of Hades and Persephone in Greek mythology. The devil, too, was once in love but the woman died and her soul returned to heaven and yet a part of her remained. His master torturer was cruel, harsh and mostly unloving, but sometimes the part of his lost love shows itself, giving her kindness and compassion.”

Scoffing, Constantine sat down on one of the chairs the dark skinned man had acquired from a restorer, dating back to the Middle Ages. “I don't believe that she has only one streak of goodness in her. She is the devil's daughter, there is nothing good anywhere regarding that family. He wants my soul and his son wanted to rule the world with the help of Gabriel.”

“Don't be to hasty in your judgment, Constantine. You have been forgiven, too, and granted the grace of god. Why should someone like her not be able to change.” Midnite admonished, closing the book with a hard clap and fixing the warlock with a stern look. “You should try to get some more sleep and think of what I just told you. Faith is working in many ways, not just in good or bad ones.”

The shaman left John sitting there, knowing he needed to think about what was going on. Y/N might be in hell, but from what he knew there was hope that she would prevent the next apocalypse, fighting on their side instead of against them.

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Rain was pouring, as if the heavens had started to weep. The ground around you was splattered with dark matter, a mixture of blood, dirt and oil, something you remembered from Hell. Satan prided himself for his good taste, yet you only felt disgust. You didn't know why but it felt so wrong now.

Part of you had changed, a part of you that you couldn't describe. You were human now, was that what made you aware of so many things that were different, sometimes even wrong?

Mammon couldn't understand what theses feelings meant. He only knew hatred and the pain he was inflicting on other's. Only once before in your long life had you truly felt happiness and love. William Shakespeare had been your lover then, when you roamed earth and came upon the writer.

He was stuck on one of his plays, not sure what to write about. With A Midsummer Night's Dream, Romeo and Juliet and Much Ado About Nothing already being such a success in the 16th century, William was unsure what his next play should be about. You had only just come to London, wanting to see the world your father hated with a passion. Everything that had gone wrong was blamed on the devil and during the 15th century mostly women had been called witches, accused of aiding Satan and doing his bidding. Having been his right hand you knew that your father often manipulated man, but he was only partly the cause of man's failure. Humankind was too easy to sway, to mold into the person you wanted them to be.

So you were there, at the Globe watching the people bustling with excitement for the long awaited performance written by Shakespeare. When you saw him after the play was done, standing behind the curtains so none knew who he really was, you felt a connection with him. Before you could reach him, William was gone until you finally found him in his home. His frustration was lingering around him like a foul smell, making it hard for you to breath.

When you had entered his house, Philip Henslow had been there, too, believing you to be another one of his female admirer ready to throw you out. But when you started to speak, the poet moved swiftly, engulfing you in a tight hug. From that day forth you had helped him, writing Hamlet and from that day on you weren't just friends anymore.

Until, one day Balthazar had come and started another riot, pulling you away from the only man that meant more to you than even your life in hell. Heartbroken and angry you closed yourself off, never to show mercy again.

Never to love again.

To never let the shining part of your mother come forth and only be what the devil wanted you to be. His dark servant, created in his image.

Shivering from the cold, you tried to wrap your wings around your naked body, hoping to warm what had been left bare in the fall. But no matter how hard you willed them to comply, there was now reaction. The first time you had fallen to earth was different, it was your own choice to leave, yet now you had been pushed away. You were human now, not able to relay on your power. The wings had been your only shield. Softly your hand moved to your back, your fingers feeling around your shoulders, only to find a gaping wound where your feathers had been. Mammon had cut them off in his rage, the pain you felt unbearable and the wish to die, to be spared from this fate only a whisper on your lips.

Was this the price you were paying for your betrayal against him?

Your own father?

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voxdaemonica · 4 years

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&&. cauldron above, ( kael endiron ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is affiliated with ( the night court ). ( he ) is a ( 346 / physically 30 ) year old ( high fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( marlon teixeira ). ( he ) has been said to be ( cunning & analytical ) but also quite ( hedonistic & sarcastic ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( the night court general / second-in-command ).

The Basics

Name: Kael Endiron

Age: 346 / appears 30

Gender: Male

Species: High Fae

Affiliation: Night Court

Occupation: General of the Night Court

Sexuality: Pansexual

Biography

The Endiron family has served the inner circle of the Night Court for generations. Their earliest ancestors held ties to the Warrior Fae, and in the subsequent generations of High Fae that followed, it has been said that those origins are the reason for the family’s remarkable military intelligence. Kael for one, thinks the legend is more myth than fact, but there is no denying that the Endirons are a family that have been blessed with a sharp mind, a cutting tongue and breathtaking beauty.

Kael was the second-born of the Endirons, his sister Giselle, being the true heiress of their family name. Though the siblings did not necessarily get along, they were cordial with one another. And with Giselle fully intending to succeed the family name, it left Kael with all the time in the world to pursue his own interests; ones that were entirely frivolous and completely fitting for a High Fae of his station. He was a common sight in the Jeweled City, often spending his days charming others and spoiling the Hellhounds that guarded them from outsiders. When it was necessary for him to demonstrate his talents, he always did enough to meet slightly above their expectations, never expending more effort than he had to for the sole purpose of maintaining his freedom. It was no secret that the Endiron family was one that was frequently targeted by political rivals, but by maintaining a perfect persona of mediocrity, Kael could at least prevent any challenges to his sister’s claim to the family title by minimizing the perception that he was a threat.

While Kael was perfectly happy playing the role of an aimless entitled nobleman and nothing more, everything changed when he met Gabriel Beaumont. He had paid so little attention to the heir of the Night Court in previous engagements, but the moment he set his eyes onto him, Kael felt a pull unlike anything he had ever felt before. They were drawn to one another inexplicitly, the brilliance of Gabriel’s mind and his cool emotionless facade resonating with the young man in a way that no one else ever had. While they had taken different approaches to hiding their true natures, there was no denying that they were one and the same. In bonding with the future High Lord, through subtle conversations and shared looks,Kael discovered his purpose; for there was no other he could think of that he would ever want to follow than the Beaumont heir.

It was in this realization the Kael became a changed man. Suddenly he had the motivation to push himself to his real limits, pouring over dozens of texts and challenging himself against the strongest soldiers that the Night Court had. If he was to serve as Gabriel’s right hand, he knew that he needed to put the effort into it. When he wasn’t clashing swords with other knights, he was by Gabriel’s side, using his natural charisma and silver tongue to woo over the Dawn Court and it’s allies, playing his part in a long game of revenge. Together, they slowly dismantled the inner workings of the man who had tormented his High Lord for so long, breaking down any sympathetic feelings with sly insinuations and two-faced smiles. And once they were free of that particular insect, well, what was stopping them from going further?

For his role in Gabriel’s revenge, as well as the clear competency he had developed since following the High Lord, Kael was given a coveted position as his second-in-command. Together, they repelled the encroachment of the Summer and Winter Courts, reclaiming the mountains and amassing their political power to heights that have never been seen before. While others cower in fear of the King of Nightmares, Kael knew that none of this would have been possible under any other leader. Over time, his close friendship with the High Lord became something deeper, and it was as this point that the High Fae knew that he would follow no other than this true regent - his mate and the only person outside of himself that truly mattered to Kael.

Yet while Kael considers everything to have gone remarkably in his favour, there is one thing that has not; trying to capture one Gabriel Beaumont’s heart. The general knows deep down that there is no one else for him other than Gabriel, and his many, many attempts to deny this fact have always left him wanting more. However, not once has Kael ever been truly successful in convincing the High Lord that they are true mates, and he has been even less successful in gaining some form of commitment from him. Still, for the longest time, he was content with their dynamic, knowing no other would know his king as Kael knew him.

However, the impending arrival of Sophia Wren is bound to change everything. It’s not that Kael is jealous, that an unknown Nymph is acquiring something he so longed for, and his pride is most certainly not wounded at the idea that Gabriel chose her over him, but everything about Gabriel’s plan to wed The Garden to the Night Court has Kael up in arms. He has seen his High Lord hurt too many times, and knows just how much effort it has taken him to get to where he is now. And if this stranger- this Nymph- plans to snuff out the faint bit of starlight left in his mate, then Kael will stop at nothing to show her what hell on earth really looks like.

But when it rains, it pours. Though the engagement was undoubtedly a shock for Kael, it paled in comparison to the horrific news that Giselle Endiron, head of the Endiron household, had been suddenly killed while visiting another Court. The loss of Kael’s sister was a profound one, and the odd circumstances behind her death have him suspecting that foul play is at hand. The emotional wound is a fresh one, and paired with the impending loss of his mate to another, Kael is more determined than ever to make sure Gabriel does not suffer a similar fate.

It is Kael’s job to protect the High Lord, and if he must resort to treason to do so, so be it.

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the-grey-hunt · 4 years

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i promised @inukagome15 that i’d post my AU of her fic series if she posted a scene from her upcoming chapter and she followed thru so have this

It was temporary, Gabriel said. He just needed to make sure Michael wasn’t going to race off after Samael before he could talk to nem, Gabriel said.

Michael kicked a tree in frustration. There was a low, crackling moan as it tipped over, its branches crashing loudly.

Whatever the cause, Michael did not appreciate Gabriel rampantly throwing around his newfound powers. Oh, technically he hadn’t done anything to stop Michael from going anywhere, but Michael could hardly risk visiting his friends without his body - and Gabriel had bound his body to that spot.

“Temporarily”. If Gabriel wasn’t back in less than a minute Michael was going to throw him into the nearest supernova. It wouldn’t even hurt him, Gabriel would just come out giving him a look like he expected better of Michael.

It had been their idea to come back to this world. Michael had accepted because it gave him the chance to visit his friends, but Gabriel and Samael only wanted a place to talk where Michael would pause at the idea of collateral damage.

Michael was doing his best not to think about everything they’d dumped on him. Especially not the parts about the Dark and what Samael had done-

...Gabriel still had no good reason to bind Michael like this just to keep him from going after Samael.

Why couldn’t they have let him go speak to his friends and had the hard conversation later? They hadn’t picked this world for no good reason, anyway. Gabriel had mentioned seeing lots of little creatures darting about between worlds, demons and the like, and Michael was beginning to be worried that the wizarding world might soon see an influx of monsters they weren’t prepared for. They thought vampires could be killed with a stake through the heart and didn’t know anything about beheading - forget proper containment and execution of demons.

It was just an excuse to come back, really. Gabriel might have made it up entirely, thinking Michael needed who knew what - alone time, maybe? Gabriel seemed very big on proper handling of emotions recently, or at least he talked about it to Michael a lot more than he’d done before.

He was more than a little awkward and recalcitrant about it, but it happened more than zero times, which was the amount of talking about emotions Michael had expected.

It wouldn’t surprise Michael, anyway, if Gabriel had simply invented an excuse for him to return to the world that held Hogwarts and...everything else. Michael wouldn’t say he was opposed to returning, but he wondered why Gabriel would do such a thing. It wasn’t necessary for Michael to come back. He was supposed to be with his true family. No matter how bored-

Michael!

Michael almost reeled from the force of so many familiar voices calling out at once. Why-? They didn’t know he was back! Why still call for him, with no guarantee he’d hear?

Michael, I don’t know what’s going on-

Something’s wrong-

Oh, he was going to kill Gabriel. He couldn’t go anywhere.

Michael tried to fling himself forward, in the direction the desperate prayers were coming from, but the mark of the binding suddenly burned hot on his chest and yanked him back so hard that he ended up sprawled out on the ground. Michael got back to his feet, seething, desperately trying to find an answer.

He couldn’t go with his body. He definitely couldn’t go with his body. If he didn’t go, his friends would-

What was left to do?

Michael shoved away the thought that leapt to mind. He couldn’t. It was too risky.

Riskier than whatever was attacking his friends? They were still begging for his help. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, but he could still hear them.

Would he rather give up and abandon them, or cause them pain?

...They knew what kind of person he was. Michael had caused a lot of people pain over the years. But this felt different.

Michael reached out.

Luna, he said, and felt more than heard a mental hiss of surprise. I’m stuck. I can’t get to you. There’s a way but it’s dangerous.

Michael, Luna prayed, just get here as quickly as you can. There’s strange people and our magic is barely working on them.

If Michael were human, his heart might have been racing. It’s very dangerous, he stressed. I can come - but it will hurt you.

Hurt me?

Do you trust me? Michael winced asking it.

Luna’s answer came readily. Yes.

Then I need you to say yes one more time.

They had managed to trap all three of the strangers in the library. The problem was, they had managed to trap themselves in the library, too.

“I told you to wait,” Draco hissed at Justin as they sheltered behind a bookshelf. “If you’d given me one more second-”

“They would have gotten out,” Justin hissed back. Susan shushed both of them, and the whole group waited for a moment that stretched itself out into eternity.

“We need to figure out what will work against them,” Ginny whispered. Luna was half hidden behind her, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to listen for any approaching noise.

“Spells seem to bounce off them,” Draco snapped. “What are we supposed to use, Fiendfyre? We’ll burn down the school.”

“They’re just people,” Susan said, thoughts visibly racing. “They’re not even students. How did they get here?”

The bookshelf they were leaning against shuddered under the force of an enormous blow. Luna shrieked; Ginny jumped to her feet, dragging the other girl with her, though Luna was moving only a second later. The shelf teetered, and then began to fall.

“Run!” Justin shouted. But there wasn’t enough time to make it to the end of the hallway. They could only run towards the wall, where there was just enough space to flatten themselves against the stone and watch the shelf miss them by inches.

One of the strangers was standing behind the fallen shelf, grinning widely. How could one person push that huge thing over, Draco wondered desperately? What were they? Their eyes were solid black, and the other two seemed to appear out of nowhere when the first whistled.

“Nowhere left to run,” one of them laughed. “Looks like the fun’s over, kids. Any last words?”

“Yeah,” Luna said, voice trembling slightly. “Everybody close your eyes.”

On instinct, Draco obeyed. But eyelids weren’t enough to shield him from the blinding light that descended a second later. Draco flinched away, putting both hands over his face. It felt hot, too, hotter than any fire - but it only lasted a second.

Draco heard a hissing noise, like water poured on an open flame. He risked uncovering one eye.

All three strangers had backed away, looks of horror and anger on their faces. Luna was standing in front of them all, but...

Draco couldn’t have said why if his life depended on it, but she didn’t look like Luna.

“Get out,” she growled, and that didn’t sound like Luna either. Why had she dropped her wand? Why did it almost sound like another voice was speaking in tandem with hers, just barely too quiet to properly hear?

“Fucking make us,” said one of the strangers. Draco swore he heard a tremble in her voice, like the one that had been in Luna’s a moment ago.

Luna moved disturbingly fast. The stranger had barely finished speaking before she’d lunged forward and grabbed his face. There was a burst of bright light, and the stranger crumpled, face smoking.

The other two took off. They moved almost too fast to be seen, but then so did Luna. And when Luna vanished, Draco swore he heard a rustling of wings.

“What the fuck,” Justin said. “Was that Michael?”

“What?” Draco nearly snapped his neck turning to look at the Hufflepuff boy. “Michael?”

“The light - and then the wing noise-” Justin gestured at nothing, still bug-eyed with surprise. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Ginny was already taking off in the direction that the strangers had moved.

None of them could do anything but follow her.

They found Luna - maybe Luna - ten aisles over on one of the balconies.

“Michael?” Draco demanded, not caring that he was being so loud in a library of all places. Luna vanished from the balcony, abruptly right in front of them.

“Are you okay?” She - he? - demanded, still with the strange double-voice. Now that he was listening for it, Draco wasn’t sure if it was easier or harder to hear. “I came as fast as I could.”

“What the FUCK is going on,” said Ginny, at full volume, clearly with none of Draco’s compunctions. Luna/Michael grimaced.

“I can’t move my physical body,” he said. “I wouldn’t do this if I could avoid it!”

“What’s happening right now?” Susan demanded. She wasn’t looking at Michael’s/Luna’s face. Draco looked down as well. So did Michael.

Draco had never seen such sheer, unadulterated panic on Michael’s face as when they all noticed the spreading wounds on Luna’s hands. It was like the skin was peeling away - or burning away.

“No!” Michael said frantically, in Luna’s voice, actually flinching away from the sight. He looked up at the rest of them, a steely light in Luna’s borrowed eyes - or was that an actual light leaking through? “Are they gone? Was that all of them?”

“I don’t know,” Susan said, still staring at Luna’s hands. Michael wasn’t letting them shake, but it looked painful, whatever was happening, and it was getting worse before Draco’s eyes. “We don’t know anything.”

“Can’t you do something?” Ginny pleaded, also staring at Luna’s hands.

“If I leave-” Michael stalled out, the expression on Luna’s face almost desperate. “If there are more of those I need to be here, but I can’t keep doing this!” He clenched Luna’s hands into fists, and Draco winced, finally tearing his gaze away.

“There has to be someone else here,” Justin said. “One of the others. Raphael? Gabriel?”

Michael’s gaze shifted half a step to the left, into the middle distance. “If he comes quick,” he said, quietly, still looking panicked.

“I’d like to talk to Luna,” Susan said, a determined expression on her face. Her hand was white-knuckled around her wand. “Is that possible? Can you pass on a message?”

Something on Luna’s face changed. The light didn’t fade, and the wounds slowly spreading up her arms didn’t stop; but she breathed in, shakily, and met Ginny’s gaze.

“Oh,” said Luna, without the discordant echo of what had to be Michael’s voice. “This is weird.”

Ginny stepped forward, putting her hands on Luna’s shoulders. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“I don’t feel anything,” Luna said. She wasn’t quite meeting Ginny’s eyes, Draco realized. She was looking right at Ginny - but her gaze wasn’t focused right. As if she were looking at more than just her friends in a library. “And - I feel everything.”

“Oh, well that’s reassuring,” Susan said, slightly higher-pitched than usual.

“It’s going to be fine,” Luna said. “Michael wouldn’t hurt me.”

“He is though,” Ginny said urgently. Luna looked down at herself. Her eyes widened a tad too slowly, like her reaction were delayed.

“Oh,” Luna said again. “That’s not good.” She didn’t sound particularly invested. Draco was so unnerved he wanted to step away, but he didn’t want to do it in front of everybody else.

Another wing-rustling noise saved him from having to make a decision. It was the tall American one, Gabriel. He took in the scene in an instant, and a look of horror crossed his face.

“Fuck!” Gabriel said. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Don’t!” Michael snapped back, the other expression washing across Luna’s face in an instant. Her posture straightened, some part of Draco’s brain noted, when Michael was in charge. “Can you-”

“Yes! Holy shit, go! I’ve got her.”

Ginny stepped back. Draco was quick enough to turn away from the second explosion of light in the last twenty minutes. When it was gone, he turned back - and Luna was on the floor.

“Ow,” Luna whimpered. Gabriel practically skidded to a halt next to her in his rush, which improved Draco’s opinion of him by leaps and bounds. He laid two fingers on Luna’s forehead, and she sighed in relief. Draco saw the wounds on her arms close up instantly, as if they’d never been there.

“Okay so can someone please explain what the fuck just happened,” Susan said loudly.

“I have no idea why Michael would do that,” Gabriel said tightly. Draco realized that he had a new reason to want to step back - Gabriel was angry, and being near him felt like being stared down by something with very large fangs. “He knows how dangerous possession is!”

“Possession is just something you can do?” Justin looked incredulous. “Since when?”

“Since forever,” Gabriel retorted, standing up. Ginny gave Luna a hand, carefully scanning her over. But Luna got to her feet without any trouble.

“He said he was stuck,” Luna said, looking a little shaken. “He couldn’t come himself. He knew it was dangerous but we were in trouble.”

A guilty look suddenly crossed Gabriel’s face. “You know what,” he said, the large-growling-thing-with-fangs feeling abruptly gone, “Maybe I should just go get Michael so you can talk this out with him.”

“But-”

“Okaybye!” Gabriel was already gone. Draco looked around at the group, silently hoping someone else would speak first. He didn’t know what in the world to say about all that.

“So,” Ginny said, and then didn’t continue. She was holding Luna’s hand tightly.

In the midst of the uncertainty, Michael exploded back into the room.

Draco felt a knee-weakening, whole-body kind of relief to see Michael’s actual face again, even though Michael turned away from him immediately and shot over to Luna.

“I’m so sorry,” he said urgently. “If there had been any other way-”

“I’m okay,” Luna said, her brightness sounding only a little forced. She waved her free hand in the air. “See? It’s okay. You saved us.”

Michael didn’t look reassured. “It shouldn’t have come to this,” he said darkly.

“Well, I guess now’s the part where we move on to pretending it was something we can joke about since it’s over,” Ginny said. “Why Luna and not, I don’t know...?” She glanced very briefly at Draco. Draco went beet red.

“She’s the only one of you who wouldn’t have instantly died,” Michael said grimly, puncturing the mood Ginny had created. Draco, who a second ago would have given anything for Ginny not to have said anything, wished he hadn’t. Luna was no longer trying to smile. “Humans aren’t meant to contain archangels. Most just...can’t.”

“But I’m okay,” Luna said cautiously. Michael’s arm twitched, like he wanted to reach out to her and then thought better of it.

“You’ll be fine,” he assured her, quiet. “Gabriel healed the damage.”

“But...” Luna hesitated. “When...it was like I was seeing everything the way you see it. Is that going to...stay like that?”

Michael frowned. Susan and Justin exchanged quick, alarmed/astonished looks (respectively).

“Is it still happening now?” Michael asked.

“A little bit?” Luna squinted. “Sometimes I’m not sure.”

Michael did raise his hands then, but stopped himself once more. “I shouldn’t use my Grace on you too much,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “If it’s still affecting you...I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you could already see me, before.”

“Will it stop?”

“It should,” Michael promised. Some of the tension left Luna. “If it doesn’t, I’ll find a way to fix it.” He glanced up towards the balcony that he had been standing on earlier, and a dark look crossed his face. “We have bigger things to worry about.”

#tla

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