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justmenoworries · 2 years

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Theory: Kris Opened the Third Dark World For Susie

A lot of people seem to believe Kris creating a dark fountain in chapter two’s stinger means they’re the Roaring Knight.

That theory never sat right with me, because it goes thoroughly against everything we’ve learned about Kris so far. I think judging from what the game shows us about Kris’ personality, there’s a much more mundane reason for Kris creating a Dark World: A desire to make Susie happy.

A lot of people ( me included) started to jump on the “Kris is secretly evil”-bandwagon after the ending to chapter one. I mean, what else were we supposed to think after seeing this?

But then comes chapter two. And not only does it thoroughly put the kabosh on the assumption that Kris is eeevil~ it kind of makes fun of us for thinking that in the first place.

I mean, the chapter starts with what appears to be Toriel about to be attacked by a knife-wielding Kris - only to reveal in the very frist cutscene that no such thing took place. Kris just wanted pie.

Kris...?

Kris, honey... Are you awake...?

...w....wait!

Is that a...

A knife!!?

Noooooooo---!

* Kris, did you eat all of the pie?

You look at this opening and tell me it wasn’t written that way specifically to make fun of people who thought Kris was going to be an evil, knife-wielding maniac in chapter two.

This was a very obvious “gotcha!”, meant to once and for all bury the theory that Kris would be a twist-villain.

The knife wasn’t for any sinister purposes, Kris just needed it to cut pie. They were smiling because they were probably looking forward to eating. And the “ripping out the soul”-thing? It’s made very obvious that Kris dislikes the Soul in both chapters. The Soul has done nothing but yank them around against their will, making them talk with people they had no desire to talk to and making decisions for them as if their own choices didn’t matter.

Kris most likely just wanted a break.

Furthermore, while chapter one does characterize Kris as mischievous and even kind of creepy, it also shows us that they’re intensely loyal to those who’ve earned their friendship and those they hold dear.

After knowing Susie for roughly a few hours, they jump in front of her to shield her from the Spade King’s attack. It’s important to note that this is an action Kris takes by themselves. This isn’t the Soul controlling them, this is just Kris, protecting their friend.

And back in the Light World, they show a negative reaction to Monster Kid badmouthing Susie.

* Yo, Kris!

* You survived Susie, haha!

* I mean, I never saw her beat anyone up, but, uh, I’d be careful.

* Like, one time, me, Snowy and Jockington were playing handball,

* And she just kept creepily watching us from the corner.

* Then, when the ball rolled over to her she just, uh, froze solid...

* ...and kicked the ball as hard as she could, right into Officer Undyne’s car!

* Then, Undyne came out, smiling, cracked her knuckles and totally wiped us at handball...

* Anyway, Susie sucks, Kris, haha.

(If you interact with Monster Kid a second time)

* Yo, Kris, you look kind of annoyed.

* Everything okay?

* You can calm down now, dude! Susie’s not here, haha!

* ...Huh?

* You look even more annoyed...

Then there’s Kris’ continued love for their older brother Asriel.

The game makes it clear that Kris and Asriel were close in their childhood. Asriel was a very loving big brother. The kind of brother who ordered his little sibling hot chocolate and let them play with the high-quality controller while he himself settled for the knock-off one. And even though Kris might have felt overshadowed by him at times, they still loved him and dearly miss him.

This is shown by them getting choked up when drinking the hot chocolate in chapter one, something they used to do together every sunday with Asriel.

(If you “Use” the Hot Chocolate)

* You drank the hot chocolate

* It tasted wonderful.

* Your throat tightened...

And in chapter two where we find out in Queen’s castle that one of their most frequent search queries is “summer vacation college when”.

I’m not saying having loved ones one hundred percent means you can’t do anything evil, ever. But these interactions, along with the chapter two fake-out seem to paint a picture of Kris as an a bit odd, but still relatively normal teenager.

They do stupid things like scare their friends, they have an interest in multiple topics, like magic and the occult, and they have a sense of adventure. Yes, they might be an oddball, but being a little weird doesn’t make one evil.

Most importantly, we know that the Roaring Knight desires to bring about something that is called “The Roaring”.

What exactly is “The Roaring”? From what Ralsei describes in chapter two, The Roaring is what happens when too many dark fountains are created. The darkness overflows the Light World and, well...

When the LIGHT is subsumed by SHADOW

When the Fountains fill the sky

All will fall into CHAOS.

The TITANS will take form from the FOUNTAINS

And envelop the land in devastation.

The surviving Darkners, crushed by the darkness

Will slowly, one by one, turn into statues...

Leaving the Lightners to fend for themselves

Lost eternally in an endless night...

Is that your idea of paradise?

bad things happen. Basically the end of the world as we know it.

Now, Kris might not be an angel, but I genuinely doubt they would want to intentionally cause the apocalypse, for whatever reason.

“Okay justme, we get it, evil!Kris is a very shortsighted and biased theory. But what about the Dark Fountain???”

Patience, patience, I’m getting to that.

First, lets go back to Kris’ fondness for Susie.

We already established that Kris and Susie’s friendship is pretty strong by the end of chapter one. Susie has a new-found respect for Kris after seeing them go to bat for her in the Dark World and fighting alongside them. When their adventure is over, she shyly asks them if they can “go back there” the next day, showing a soft smile.

* ....Kris?

* Let’s go back there tomorrow, alright?

And as we’ve seen from the examples listed earlier, that feeling of friendship is reciprocated by Kris.

Some flavor text and dialogue in chapter two even hints at Kris having a crush on Susie.

Out of all the people tea, the Susie Tea heals Kris the most, recovering a whooping 120 HP. For comparison, Ralsei Tea only heals a meager 60 HP. Additonally, Kris is apparently looking at Susie with a very content expression on their face while drinking Susie Tea, whereas while drinking Ralsei Tea, Susie notes that Kris shows no reaction at all, even though Ralsei seems happy.

In the epilogue of chapter two, Susie asks Kris who they would take to the festival, giving you the option to pick Ralsei, Noelle, Susie herself or keep quiet. If you pick Noelle or Ralsei, Susie questions why Kris sounds so “confused” about this answer, even though they were (from her point of view) the one who picked it.

(Answering Ralsei or Noelle)

* What!? Why are you saying it so confused?

If you pick Susie (”You”), Kris apparently doesn’t sound confused or if they do, Susie is too flustered by the response to notice.

(Answering You)

* H... huh?

* Way to dodge the question, dumbass!!

Saying nothing at all prompts Kris too look intently at Susie, suggesting even though they’re kept from speaking, they would have liked to pick her.

(Staying quiet)

* What!? I was just joking!!

* You don’t have to stare at me like a weirdo!

So Kris really likes Susie. What does that have to do with the fountains?

Well, the notion that many of the Lightners prefer the Dark World to the Light World has come up several times. The Dark World is basically an escapist fantasy come to life. In the Dark World, you’re not just a scared, insecure teenager whom no adult listens to. In the Dark World you can be anything, from a snow wizard, to an axe-wielding warrior. You’re a Hero of Light, a revered figure and you can do pretty much everything you want.

Sure, there is the not-small chance of you dying in battle, but remember that canonically, no one in Deltarune dies in the Dark World (except for possibly Berdly in the Weird Route. And even then, it’s implied he isn’t dead, but merely Fallen Down, a state more comparable to a coma.) At the end of the day, the heroes come out victorious, the day is saved, we get to spend more time in Wonderland.

The Darkners’ literal purpose, as described by Ralsei, is to bring the Lightners happiness. Imagine a whole world full of living toys whose only goal in life is to entertain you. Wouldn’t you want to stay forever, instead of returning to the unbearable monotony of everyday life?

While chapter two eventually reveals through Ralsei’s monologue why opening more dark fountains is a bad idea, it’s not quite enough to convince Susie. When alone in the fountain chamber with Kris, Susie muses about the Roaring Knight and whether them opening dark fountains is really that bad.

Kris...

It looks like we’re here again, huh...

The Roaring Knight...

Whatever they are, they’re making these fountains...

...

But... is that really a bad thing...?

Since they started showing up,

Everything’s gotten a lot more interesting, hasn’t it...?

...

Well, we don’t have to think about that now...

Kris, it’s your turn.

So yeah, Susie definitely prefers the Dark over the Light World. Given what life is like for her in the Light World, it’s understandable. In the Light World, she’s an outcast, someone only perceived as a troublemaker or a bully by almost all of her peers.

But in the Dark World, she’s a hero. She has friends who count on her and who she in turn can count on. Heck, in the Dark World she even kinda got a cute girl to talk to her!

Kris might feel much the same, given their isolation in the Light World and their family troubles. Their parents are divorced, their brother’s gone off to college and everybody only knows them as the creepy kid. No one ever bothered to get to know them beyond that. No one, except for Susie.

In hindsight, it makes sense that Kris would come to like Susie so much. Susie probably represents everything Kris wishes they could be. A tough, unfettered fighter who doesn’t give a damn what others think about her and who won’t let anyone order her around. She questions everything, she plays by her own rules and she doesn’t hesitate to change the system if the system is harmful and stupid, as shown by her teaching herself and Ralsei how to ACT and downright ignoring the Soul’s input, something Kris most likely desperately wishes they could do.

The Dark World is what brought Susie and Kris together in the first place and their friendship has only gotten stronger through their second shared adventure.

So would it really be so bad to create a third one to have more fun adventures in?

An argument I’ve seen for the Roaring Knight Kris-theory is the purposeful manner Kris displays when they create the dark fountain in their home and the fact that they knew how to create one in the first place.

But, people, I think we’re forgetting something.

Opening a Dark Fountain isn’t hard.

You just need to be a Lightner with a lot of determination and an object to stab the ground with. Heck, Berdly almost does it for Noelle, before Ralsei stops him. And Noelle herself probably would have done it, given the chance, after she came to the conclusion that the Dark World isn’t that bad after all.

“But why would Kris take the risk of opening one, even after Ralsei talked about The Roaring?”

Most likely because they think it won’t be a big deal.

They still have the Soul, right?

And they’ve already closed two rogue fountains in the past. Can’t be that hard to close a third one they created, can it?

Now chapter three is most likely going to prove them horribly wrong about that assumption in some manner, we’ll have to wait and see.

Also, one of Kris’ actions before opening the third dark fountain is opening the door to their house. I always interpreted that as ensuring Toriel, Susie and them would have an emergency escape route if things went awry. So they’re not being completely reckless.

Chapter two is all about how the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Queen wants to open more dark fountains to make the Lightners (and especially Noelle) happy again.

Berdly wants to help Queen to give Noelle a “Smarttopia” where him and her can live happily ever after as double-geniuses. On a smaller scale, he pretends to be infatuated with Noelle, because he’s under the impression that Noelle is pining for him.

Both of them end up running afoul of the person they wanted to make happy in their eagerness and almost cause a catastrophy.

I think it’s very likely that Susie will notice there’s something odd about this third fountain and eventually confront Kris about it, though how Kris will choose to react is a different matter.

But anyway, TL;DR: Kris isn’t the Roaring Knight. They created the dark fountain out of a short-sighted desire to spend more time in the Dark World with Susie.

#deltarune theory #deltarune kris #deltarune roaring knight #deltarune susie

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skiyoosmi · 4 years

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if fate permits

⤷ chapter nineteen: when it's too late

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YN'S POV

ATSUMU'S POV

TWO DAYS LATER...

[THE FOUR IDIOTS’ APARTMENT, 6:55PM]

Kiyoomi only watched as your eyes became melancholier, as if it were not already in the first place, the longer you stared at the screen of his phone. Probably rereading his conversation with Atsumu, he thinks. Initially, he wasn’t really planning on showing it to you but just like any other day, you decided to be the whipped soulmate (or more like an idiot, at least to him) you were, all while saying “Atsumu is important to me, should I really leave this apartment while not making amends with him?” He almost retched, is this girl really fixated on becoming a saint? How could someone be this lenient? He has no idea. And so, he showed you– that even after all this time, the piss-haired boy will remain as he is; that no matter how many years may pass, Miya Atsumu will be Miya Atsumu.

And he was the exact opposite of you: he was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He can only remember how much he loathed the boy upon their first proper meeting; not that he likes meeting new people anyway. Kiyoomi was no genius but he knew, right at that moment, that Atsumu was far from being the ‘knight-in-shining-armor’ soulmate his dearest sister was so engrossed to have.

Kiyoomi also knew that he was not the best brother in the world; hell, he is way too far from being a good one even. He couldn’t care less if you have an admirer from afar (like that Iwaizumi who seems to be around you all the time these days), nor when you finally get yourself a suitable boyfriend, not even when you finally get wedded to someone. He wasn’t overprotective... or at least that’s what he believed. But he was only human, after all– now that he contemplates about it, he realizes that he isn’t really fond of seeing you cry.

“Stop hurting yourself over and over again, you fool of a sister,” he said, clicking his tongue afterwards and grabbing your bags after hearing your father call from downstairs, “Know your worth a little, will you? It’s kind of painful for me to watch you get hurt too, you know. It’s not just mom and dad.”

And with that, he left the room, leaving you to tend to your other belongings and perhaps, say goodbye to this little house that managed to etch itself to your heart. Compared to your childhood home, it wasn’t enough to make you sob your heart out dry. But for some reason, tears still found its way on the corner of your eyes as you remembered the fond memories you’ve made here with your boys – the moment you stumbled upon this house when you four were trying to find a place to stay, the smile on your face when you decided that this was the one (cue Atsumu literally hauling you three towards the agent to settle the down payment), the moving day when Kiyoomi and Osamu brawled for the first time in their lives because they both wanted that bedroom that was the only one downstairs, “to be away from the idiot disease” as what they said. You can only wonder if you could make new memories as happy as those in your future home.

“Ah… you really are a fool of a sister, YN,” you whispered to yourself, wiping the tears away and getting the last of your things before proceeding downstairs, finding your father standing by the front door, arms crossed with a face mask adorning his face (you never really questioned where your brother got his traits, it was as clear as the day), “Kiyoomi is already in the car but I think you should bid Osamu-kun a proper farewell first. He’s in the kitchen. We’ll be waiting so just take your time.”

You nodded before proceeding to the said area, finding the gray-haired with his arms already wide open. Your lips quivered before jumping at him, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We’ll still be seeing each other at school, you damn gorilla,” he chuckled before burying his face in your neck. You clicked your tongue, pouting at his very much realistic reply, “But it’s different! Eating breakfasts together, going to school together, going home together… and drinking wine until we’re brains out! I’m pretty sure my dad won’t let me do that at his house!”

He cackled, releasing you from his hold and flicking you on your forehead, “what an alcoholic woman! Are you sure you’re going to be a student in a prestige university abroad? You’ll be left behind by your classmates if you keep on prioritizing your wines before your studies.”

“Hah! You’ll see, Osamu. Those red wines will be the reason I even become one of the most famous writers in the world. You better wait and I’ll release an autobiography saying a man named Miya Osamu used to bully me to death,” you huffed, smirking after you saw him stare at you in disbelief. Your smile gradually disappeared upon the realization that the center of your heart was not home… even when I’m already leaving, huh?

Osamu frowned as well, scratching the back of his neck because of the sudden silence that indicated your little recognition, “I’m sorry. I told him to go home before 7 but…”

“It’s fine, Samu. We’re still not in the best terms so it’s probably better this way – a more peaceful way of farewell, you know? No fighting or anything else. Besides, I couldn’t tell him anything about my moving, scholarship, and so many things,” The lad didn’t miss the way you quickly wiped your tears away though. Damn you, Atsumu, why are you always making her cry, he thought.

“I’ll see you at school then, Samu. I’ll miss the dinners you cook,” you smiled, walking quietly outside, and shutting the front door. At the same time, a chime resonated from your phone that was in your pocket. Opening it, you released a long sigh… of relief? of anxiety? You didn’t know.

[Haji, 7:15PM]: I did it, YN. My thread, it’s… black.

You looked up at the night sky, finding stars twinkling as if they were gazing back at you.

Should I start moving on too, Haji?

[TOKYO UNIVERSITY GYMNASIUM, 7:20PM]

For the umpteenth time this week, Atsumu heaved yet another deep sigh, hands weaving itself with his hair to ruffle it out of frustration. Today, he couldn’t care less about the girls lurking around the university gym… because for the umpteenth time this week as well, his twin brother expressed his disappointment towards the boy, leaving him in the said place with the same words he had uttered yesterday and even the day before that, accompanied by a threat this time: “You’re such an immature asshole I wouldn’t be surprised if YN finally gives up on being your friend. You better come home before 7PM or else, I will drag you by your feet with my own two hands.”

Clicking his tongue, he grabbed another ball, gripping it so hard his nails almost left a dent on it. 7PM? He only scoffs. No, he won’t go home yet. He doesn’t care if Osamu gets furious at him and drags him nor if you give up on your friendship; all he thinks right now is that he wants to spike this ball straight onto the other side of the court, make it burst if it was even possible. It wasn’t his fault he got mad at you, he’s entitled to his feelings; he’s right, Kiyoomi’s mistaken… you shouldn’t have promised something you would just break in a span of less than thirty seconds. You shouldn’t hav–

But is it really her fault though? A voice in his head refuted him, or is it just because you’re really an immature asshole who can’t be happy for her?

Of course, it’s her fault, he argues. Immature? Him? He’s almost twenty-two, for god’s sake! He has been living in this world for more than two decades, how could Osamu call him underdeveloped? He swears he’s going to give his twin brother a good punch or two once he gets home.

… But she’s just trying to reach for her dreams, why are you not supporting her? She always does that when it comes to you, doesn’t she? Or have you already forgotten?

And at that, everything went perfectly still. The sound of the ball falling from his hands resonated throughout the quiet gym. Even with just hearing words from something or someone he can’t even identify, Atsumu felt as if he was hit on his head with a ton of bricks.

“E-eh…? W-why… why am I crying?” He whispered, fingers going up to touch his cheeks and furrowing his eyebrows when he felt the dampness of the said area.

Because you know you don’t deserve her. You know that it’s your fault. It has ALWAYS been your fault.

“Shut up,” he said to no one, plopping down the floor while he clutched his ears this time to shut the voice out. As it kept talking, he tried hitting his head with his hand, tried talking over it, tried retorting savage remarks back; however, everything was futile for it kept talking, kept torturing his mind with nothing but the truth.

You hurt her, then apologize, then do it again. What are you playing, a tug-of-war? How selfish of you, Miya Atsumu! Are you really her best friend?

“Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!” He screamed, his throat feeling as if it was getting scratched from the rawness of his voice. There was no way he was gonna have a voice tomorrow.

You’re so aggravated whenever you think about losing YN, are you sure you’re not in love with her or something? Yanno… have you never thought about the fact that maybe she’s your sou–

“Atsumu-kun! Wake up!” A voice yelled while grabbing him by his shoulders and shaking him awake, finally bringing him out of his… dream? Was that even considered a dream? Because Atsumu was sure as hell that what happened was just plain torture to him.

“Are you okay, Atsumu-kun? You were having a nightmare,” turning to the girl who kept her hold on him, he finds Yui, who was looking back at him as if he lost the screws in his head. He starts to believe that he, in fact, did after all that weirdness. After all, who in the world would randomly just fall asleep in the middle of an empty gym then proceed to have a nightmare while on it. Surely, there would be no one except for him. How in the world did it happen anyway? As far as he could remember, he was just practicing his serves and tosses a while ago.

“Yui, why are you still here? It’s getting late,” he asks the girl whose eyes just lit up, for some reason, at his question before lifting her hand up and showing… what? She continued to smile though and waved the same hand right in front of Atsumu’s face, much to his slight annoyance. He wasn’t really in the best mood to play guessing games right now, so he only sighs exasperatedly, “Just get to the point, Yui-chan. I’m feeling the exhaustion now.”

“I told you before that I could see my thread, right? Well, it turned black! Me and my soulmate met up a while ago and turns out, he was a Moira, so we performed the mini ritual, which is so weird by the way, before cutting it. He said one of us has to ‘affirm’ their desire to cut the thread, so I did! As far as I know, based on my previous researches about soulmates, it doesn’t really matter because the ‘gods’ know the deepest desires of our hearts but you know, I don’t really care because I’m free!” She exclaimed, squealing afterwards, and flinging her arms around Atsumu’s neck to give him a hug. But the boy stayed still and gaped because how can someone afford to be happy at this situation? His arms remained motionless at his sides, confusing him; wasn’t he just itching to have this weeks ago? In fact, he was just dreaming about it about three days ago. So why? Why couldn’t he bring himself to hug her back?

“Your soulmate cut it. How can you be happy, Yui-chan….?” Before he knew it, his mouth spoke for him faster than his brain could process. He removed himself from the girl’s embrace, watching as confusion begin to form on her face; though it only took her milliseconds before an odd smile showed up on her face once more.

“Because that means I could finally date you without feeling guilty for my soulmate, silly!”

Atsumu felt like a hundred years had passed in just a single night and yet again, he sighed. If anyone sees him right now, they will probably laugh at his rather pathetic-looking state. Never in his life has he felt this exhausted, not even when Kita Shinsuke would force him to do an unreasonable number of receives and then make him clean the whole gym with the said captain; no, not even that could beat this fatigue and strangely, it makes him miss the captain.

Maybe he should’ve just gone home before 7PM, like Osamu said. He then shudders as he remembers that he still has to face his twin’s wrath.

“Can’t I just go back to being a toddler… like the brats that have no problem in the world?” He whines to himself quietly, relief spreading throughout his whole body as he sees your shared apartment; can already smell the meal Osamu cooked for you four; can visualize the disgusted look your brother will give him once he enters the house, all sweaty and gross-looking. Though, he thinks it’s odd that upon looking at the window of your room and Kiyoomi’s, he finds that they weren’t lit up unlike the usual. Maybe they’re already asleep, he shrugs given that you both love getting your beauty rest as much as you can. Twins, you are.

As careful as possible, he opens the front door, wincing when it makes a sound that would possibly wake up the very sensitive ears of Sakusa Kiyoomi from his room downstairs.

“Don’t bother trying to be quiet, Atsumu. You’re not going to wake anyone up in this house,” The voice of Osamu startles him. Fastly recovering from the mini-scare, he turns to his twin to glare while clutching his chest in hopes to calm his heart down, only to stop when he finds his brother glowering at him with a much worse scowl on his face.

“Samu, I’m sorry. I just got caught up with som–”

“You know, Tsumu, it’s kind of ironic, don’t you think? You always come around when it’s already too late,” Osamu speaks, trying to find the right words to say, “YN and Kiyoomi… they left and went back to their parents’ home. They will be staying there until YN and her mom leaves for abroad which would be in less than a month, right after this semester ends.”

Miya Atsumu was self-centered, conceited, prideful, juvenile, and so many more that it would take Kiyoomi more than a day to list all the things he detested from the boy. He didn’t care if you gave up and break off your friendship with him… at least that’s what he believed. But like Sakusa Kiyoomi, he was also human – and at that moment, as his brother stares at him and waits for a reply, he only stays still. Why is it that instead of the volleyball he was holding at the gym moments ago, it’s his heart that’s about to burst?

⤷ notes. we didn't have internet connection for a whole day and phew.. this was the result of me being bored out of my wits, i guess? and i apologize in advance for the pain that i keep on giving and WILL keep on giving :>

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #atsumu smau #iwaizumi smau #atsumu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #miya atsumu #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu

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miraculous786 · 4 years

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So I was wondering how in your opinion would go a visit from Bustier's ans Mendeleiv's classes to the very private and anti-bullying school where Kagami goes ? And if it just happen to be at the same moment Luka decides to visit his new friend because he's worried about Marinette ? Well it just makes things better. (A bit of MPS from her newest and oldest friends would be just perfect to face Lila, Bustier and Class Salt)

Masterlist

A Visit to Princeton Academy

“Listen up, students,” Miss Bustier said, clapping her hands together in a call for silence.

The noise in the room began to lower, until there was nothing but quiet.

“I am delighted to announce that our field trip this week will be to Princeton Academy - one of the most popular private schools in all of Paris!”

At the exclamation, the children cheered, some with their arms in the air, and others by offering high fives to one another.

Bustier carried on, “I would like to thank our new class president, Lila, on setting up this trip. All by herself!”

Those around said girl turned their heads towards her.

“Oh, it was nothing, honestly! Me and the principal there are like this.” She intertwined two of her fingers, representing a close bond.

“Wow, Lila!” Rose marveled, “Isn’t he the one who set a record for donating thousands to several charities last month?”

“Y-Yeah, of course! In fact, he payed first-class flights for me to travel to the poorer countries out there, and give the money physically! He said he wouldn’t have been able to get so much recognition for his school without me.”

The lie was accompanied with a confident hand on her chest and a flick of the hair.

Alya cheered, “Wow! This means you can get me an interview with him! That will boost my blog’s reputation for sure!”

Too caught up in the excitement of the trip, none noticed the two classmates sat at the back of the room. Sighing, one of them asked aloud, “How can they even believe that lie? She’s been in Paris for two whole years, never mind for the past month. Not to mention, Aurore was the one to set it up with her class.”

Marinette let out a long breath. “Well, nothing surprises me anymore, honestly. Guess her lies are just what they want to hear.”

Adrien snorted. “I can’t wait for when they find out that she’s been lying to them this whole time.”

“Me neither,” Marinette agreed sarcastically with a roll of the eyes. “I can’t wait for when they come grovelling back to me for our friendship.”

“Hey, chill out, Bug. Don’t worry. They won’t be able to beg to you for forgiveness when I’ll be there to stop them. Without any sympathy.”

“Oh, my knight in shining armour. What would I do without you?” the teen droned, placing a dramatic hand on her head.

“I think you mean ‘knight in shining leather’, M'Lady. And without me, you would be left alone in this kingdom of lies.”

“It’s a kingdom, alright. It’ll topple sooner or later.”

“That’s the spirit!” Adrien laughed.

~*~*~

“Hey, Aurore!”

“Hi Marinette! How’s everything been with the class?”

Groaning, she replied, “Ugh, where should I start. Horrible. That’s what its been.”

“I’m guessing you mean more horrible than usual?” Mireille’s soft voice questioned.

“Yup,” Adrien answered for her, popping the ‘p’. “First of all, Lila took credit for Aurore and your class getting the trip. Second, she claimed that her and the principal are practically best friends.”

Aurore scoffed, grinning madly. “Don’t tell me she doesn’t know who the principal is.”

Adrien chuckled, “She has no idea, whatsoever. If she did, I guarantee she wouldn’t be spewing out such nonsense.”

They all collectively glanced to the members of Miss Bustier’s class, who were speaking enthusiastically to each other. Their conversation caused many students from Princeton to send them glares, as they disturbed the peaceful aura that the area had.

“You know, your class have got to be the loudest we’ve ever had visit,” a calm male remarked from behind.

Eyes widening, Marinette whipped around. “Luka!” she shouted, enveloping his torso in a hug.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her form and pulling her in even more. “It’s great to see you, my Melody.”

After a few seconds, Adrien joked, “We’re here too, you know.”

“Of course, how could I forget the little ki-”

Adrien cut him off by engulfing him in a hug, making Luka grunt in surprise. However, he soon laughed knowingly and returned the embrace.

It seems the two forgot that Marinette was squished between them.

Before she could ask for room to breathe, Alya exclaimed, “Girl, what is happening here? Are you trying to make Adrien jealous by going after Luka?”

Caught up in her rambling, she didn’t notice the deadpan look the boys gave her.

“You’re so insensitive! Especially because you’re doing it when Juleka is here!”

“Ummm, Alya? They’re already in a-”

“Quiet, Nino! I’ll deal with this!” she hissed. “First you bully Lila out of petty jealousy, and now you’re going to give false hopes to some stupid musician to get with model boy over there?”

She gestured to them accordingly.

“Excuse me,” a man boomed.

Everyone in the vicinity jumped, facing the person clad in a suit and tie. He said, “I thought I made it clear, Madame Bustier, that bullying or any form of harassment was not permitted on my school grounds.”

“M-Mr Damocles?” Alya squeaked in apparent recognition.

“Yes, that would be me. Now, as I was saying to your teacher, I will not accept this behavior by your students. You either sort them out, or you will all stay in a classroom doing work for the rest of the day.”

“I assure you that it won’t be necessary. My children are all well-mannered, and surely will be for the rest of their visit,” Miss Bustier stated, though the paleness of her face didn’t help in conveying confidence.

“Are you quite sure? From what I heard, there has been bullying going on in your class.”

“Well, yes. But they’re mature enough to sort it out between themselves without my intervention.”

Raising a brow, the man chuckled, amused at her choice of words. “Mature, are your sure about that? One of your students seemed to think that a welcoming hug was a plot for jealously.”

“It was!” Alya broke in. “Marinette has been out for Lila for more than a year! If anything, you should be supporting her!”

“And who would this Leyla girl happen to be?”

“Lila Rossi - your niece’s best friend!” Rose responded.

“Niece? I assure you, my brother doesn’t have any children. Or spouse for that matter.”

“W-Wait, you don’t have any nieces?” Alya stuttered, confused.

“Yes, I don’t. Only nephews from my sister. So, I don’t know who this Leyla Rossi is, but she clearly has been lying to you.”

As those around began to pale, Adrien sighed, “Outed by the brother of the very principal who believed her. How sad.”

Marinette smacked him atop the head. “Hey, I thought you said you wouldn’t have any sympathy this week.”

~*~*~

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #lukanette #lukadrinette #lukadrien #adrienette #lila rossi #lila salt #alya salt #alya cesaire #ml salt #class salt #bustier salt

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cardinalvalentino · 2 years

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why tf that post so long. perish

Galehaut (or Galaha[l/u]t, Galeho[l]t, Gallehau[l]t, Galhault, Galetto, et al.) is a very tall knight in the Arthurian legend. He is most prominent within the Lancelot-Grail prose cycle where he is a noble enemy turned an ally of King Arthur as well as an inseparable friend (and possible lover, according to some interpretations of the early 13th-century "Lancelot propre", from the Vulgate Cycle[1]) of Arthur's champion Lancelot. The figure of Galehaut should not be mistaken with Lancelot's son, Galahad (which is also Lancelot's own birth name), and some other similarly named characters.

Contents 1 Legend 2 Legacy 3 See also 4 References 5 Further reading

Legend

Galehaut, lord of the Distant Isles (le sire des Isles Lointaines),[2] appears for the first time in the Matter of Britain in the "Book of Galehaut" section of the early 13th-century Prose Lancelot Proper, the central work in the series of anonymous Old French prose romances collectively known as Lancelot-Grail (the Vulgate Cycle). An ambitious, towering figure of a man, he emerges from obscurity to challenge King Arthur for possession of Arthur's realm of Logres. Though unknown to Arthur and his court, Galehaut has already conquered lands and acquired considerable power, loyal followers, and a reputation for being a noble character. The Vulgate Cycle and the Prose Tristan describe him as "the son of the Fair Giantess" (fils de la Bele Jaiande), given the name Bagotta in La Tavola Ritonda,[3] and the evil human lord Brunor, both of whom are later killed by Tristan who takes over their castle. Galehaut also has a sister, named Delice in the Prose Tristan and Riccarda in the Italian version I Due Tristani.[4]

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'Lacelot', 'Gallehault', and Guinevere: "How the first acquaintance was made with Galhault by the Lady of Logres." Lancelot en prose, c. 1494

In the ensuing war, it becomes clear that Galehaut's army is going to win against Arthur's. However, Galehaut is so awed by the battlefield prowess of one of Arthur's knights, the mysterious Black Knight, that for his sake he renounces a certain victory and surrenders to Arthur. The knight, who turns out to be the young Lancelot, gratefully accepts Galehaut's companionship. What follows is a tale of love, interpreted by some as friendship and by some modern readers as homosexuality,[5][6][7][8] in which Galehaut figures as the central character as he becomes the tragic hero in the story. Galehaut, just as he has surrendered to Arthur, gives way before Guinevere, yielding Lancelot to her. He also joins Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, and later gives refuge to Lancelot and Guinevere in his land of Sorelois during the False Guinevere episode. He ultimately dies by longing for Lancelot, having been separated with him (Lancelot was first kidnapped by Morgan le Fay and then went mad and disappeared) and after receiving false news of his death. Lancelot, at the end of his own life, is buried next to Galehaut at his castle of Joyous Gard in the tomb that he had built to consecrate and eternalise their companionship. Long after his death, Galehaut continues to be commonly recalled as an exemplar of greatness.

Since the early 13th century, there have been numerous retellings of the life, loves and chivalry of Lancelot's career and the story of his adulterous liaison with Queen Guinevere has always been part of every significant account of King Arthur. The second, overlapping love story, however, the one related in the Prose Lancelot, in which Galehaut sacrifices his power, his happiness, and ultimately his life for the sake of Lancelot, has been largely forgotten. The character himself reappears in a number of Arthurian tales, in several different languages, but without the same significance. The best known retelling in English, the 15th-century Le Morte d'Arthur of Thomas Malory, reduced him to just a relatively villainous minor "frenemy" of Lancelot's,[9] leaving Guinevere without a rival for Lancelot's affections, besides also relating a part of the Tristan side of the story in the part "The Book of Sir Tristrams de Lyons". In Italian romance Tristano Riccardiano, Galehaut dies of his wound following a duel with Tristan in an attempt to avenge the slaying of his parents, forgiving him in the end.[10]

One of closest companions of Lancelot in Malory's telling, including during Lancelot's war against Arthur and later joining him in the hermitage at the end of his life, is instead the similarly Knight of the Round Table named Galahodin (Galihod[i/y]n, Galyhod[i/y]n). Also known in other texts as Galehodin (Galaodin, Galeh[a/o]udin), he is Galehaut's nephew and successor as the king of Sorelois introduced in the Prose Lancelot. In the Tavola Ritonda, Galehaut's heir is his son named Abastubagio, a character partially corresponding with Galehodin (both appearing in their respective texts in the role of the host of tournament in Sorelois). Of note, Malory's Galahodin should not be further confused with Lancelot's relatives and companions (including together with Galahodin as Lancelot's fellow monks at the end) named Galyhod (Galyhud) and Gahalantyne, two original characters from Le Morte d'Arthur. After taking over the lands in France, Malory's Lancelot appoints Galahodin as the duke of Saintonge, Galyhod as the earl of Périgord, and Gahalantyne as the duke of Auvergne.

Legacy

As Dante says in the fifth canto of Inferno, Galehaut was the book that Paolo and Francesca had been reading, when they yield to their love. Dante mentions Galehaut [Inf. V, 137] as both the book itself and the author of it, intermediary between Lancelot and the Queen. And Boccaccio, moved by the great lord's generosity, uses his name as the subtitle of his Decameron ("Il Principe Galeotto"). In Spanish, galeoto is still an archaic word for a pimp.[11]

Subsequent novels, plays, poems, and films have accepted that simplification of the tale. Indeed, so obscure has Galehaut become that modern readers sometimes mistake the name for a mere variant of Galahad. Galahad is the "pure", the "chosen" knight who achieves the quest for the Holy Grail in a part of the Arthurian legend quite distinct from the story in which Galehaut appears. There is no connection between the two figures.

Further reading

For an English translation of the "Book of Galehaut" within the Prose Lancelot, see vol. 2 of Norris J. Lacy et al., Lancelot-Grail: The Old French Arthurian Vulgate and Post-Vulgate in Translation, 5 vols. (New York-London: Garland [now Routledge], 1993–1996).

For the evolution of the personage of Galehaut in works subsequent to the Prose Lancelot, see "Translation and Eclipse: The Case of Galehaut" in The Medieval Translator 8, ed. R. Voaden et al. (Turnhout, Belgium: Brepols, 2003): 245–255.

#ask #bunny-gf

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norgestan · 3 years

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crisana, norandro, jorgeva and amira x dani

ha, anon just wanted all the canon couples. fair enough!

CRISANA:

see, skam s3 is my favorite season of all time, but it has never been because of the love story. isak's story hits in a lot of sensitive places for me, and isak was also the first main character i encountered that was my age. i have a really special connection to him for that reason. on the other hand... i enjoy evak for what it is, but i never saw a future for their relationship after the season ended. in a lot of ways, isak's season ended just as their relationship started, a trope that i've never liked because how am i supposed to think that they will last? how am i supposed to know how they will work as a couple? it's just, ugh.

i had similar thoughts about crisana when i watched s2, except that the love confession scene and cris as a character made it even harder to get into the couple. moreover, the way people brush other characters' roles and presence on other seasons because they're so caught up on cris and joana is like... blegh. like it makes me forget that they're actually a well-written couple at times. because imo, og they never did anything really interesting with evak once they got together. but eskam........ oh, dear eskam.

there's something so beautiful about thinking of all the girls, the teenagers that will grow up watching a relationship like theirs on popular media. their entire subplot (??? can i even call it that) in s4 is proof of how GREAT of a relationship they turned out to be. like, i just wanna SCREAM thinking about it because, how is it possible that eskam saw evak and said "we're gonna make this SO good and we'll take our time and then tie it up in an incredibly satisfying and emotional way" and then did exactly that!!!!!! the way they respect each other, communicate, genuinely try to get to each other without dumb miscommunication. the way they understand each other and lift each other up! the way joana knew how to recognize cris' intelligence when everyone was telling her she's dumb, the way cris knows how to make joana feel worth it and show her affection in such a selfless, loving way. their last scene on joana's pov in s4 was the first time i cried during that season, just because it was all wrapped up so beautifully. because eskam understood that although the appeal of their relationship comes from the soulmate status of every evak couple, they had to also put in serious work to make it all work and they also managed to get that across with grounded drama, and also a hopeful message for people struggling with mental disorders. like AAAAAAAAAAAAA god what a great couple they are. maybe i'm too much of an eskam bootlicker but they're genuinely the best evak there is. i'll die on this hill. i'm so happy young wlw get to watch them as a guideline of what they should expect of a relationship.

NORANDRO: already done :)

JORGEVA:

i mean... it's eskam's fault, without a doubt. i love what eskam did with them in s1: the change of pacing, the way they created jorge, the little story changes to make it more nuanced, i think come together in a pretty satisfying way to show a teenage romance with no real support to last for more than a while. i don’t think eskam fully got the gist of what jonas was supposed to be, but it’s for the better if we think of the message in season 1. for that reason, jorge is like the one jonas who i really wouldn’t mind coming back to his eva. so why don’t i like them?

the answer is simply that i don’t enjoy their trope and i don’t think eskam made a real case of eva and jorge getting back together. they work well as friends, sure, and it’s clear as day that jorge still has feelings for eva, sure. but like, what tells me that they’re just ready to go all in again? eva goes through a really great arc and i would definitely agree she’s in a good place to be in a relationship again, but we know NOTHING about jorge’s journey. he’s just, silently pining on eva and that’s it. i do think it’s sweet and the hints of their lost romance throughout the show are wholesome, but there’s just nothing more to it. jorge and eva work AMAZINGLY as friends! i don’t see why they should push a romantic endgame for them. in my head, eva kissing jorge at that party was just a mesh of the excitement of a new era, the nostalgia of ending highschool, the high of being on this place with someone she really cares about, stuff like that, but it just ends there, and it’s great that way. nothing about eva’s character really led to her aching to be in a relationship again, and for me it feels right to end things with her being single and surrounded by great friends.

MAYBE if eskam had devoted some time showing us their progress and romantic potential instead of trying to convince us that kasim was a real, compelling character. maybe. lol.

DAMIRA:

(god, i don’t know how long this will be LOL)

i have. so many thought about this fucking pairing. let’s see what we can do LOL. the thing about damira is that i don’t think it’s a pairing that eskam had in mind when they laid out the first two seasons. the little hints of a friendship/childhood crush that happened during cris’ season really got the fandom and they quickly became the most popular non-canon ship in the show, so that’s where i think eskam said “okay, let’s run with this”. but it’s just...... meh. like i can tell that relationships like crisana were carefully crafted (well implemented in nora’s season, greatly wrapped up in amira’s season) but i cannot say the same for dani and amira. it’s almost like virihugo, where they just started giving each other Eyes on the middle of season 3, out of NOWHERE. it just feels forced to me and so i never really felt anything for the couple in question... like, for starters, i think nora and miquel were WAY more shippable than those two, strictly talking about their setup.

if you ever saw any of my posts during s4 then you should know how i actually feel about how they developed their romance (check my anti damira tag for more?) and i don’t wanna go through all those specific points again... but damira is not only an infuriating romance, but also a bad pairing in a narrative setting. like, damira clearly exists to answer amira’s questions about how would the future of a romance with a white guy would be, right? does she get an answer? no she fucking doesn’t, their final clip is like “after all these weeks, we still have no idea so we’re gonna cut things short, go back to our initial dynamic, and wait to see if amira any of us change our minds <3″. so like, even in that sense damira is a HUGE waste of time, and just like everything that happens to amira during her season it has no lasting impacts on her character or her settings.

and personally, i love couples where they’re both equal, and communicate at last, and both make great efforts to change so the relationship can flourish. this is why i offer so much praise to norandro and crisana, where in the first couple both character go through tremendous character growth and work through their problems individually before getting together, and in the second couple they show them clashing and fighting just to display their resolutions and show how willing they are to actually talk to each other and keep their relationship stable. dani and amira, on the other hand.... blegh. eskam wants me to think dani is a knight in shining armor for liking amira but that’s all he ever does. he doesn’t defend her in front of his friends, he doesn’t make efforts to get to know her and her world, he doesn’t communicate his real feelings to her, and the one time he did he humiliated her in public. like, idk, like, even MIQUEL explicitly defended nora when his roommates berated her for not drinking alcohol LOL.

at the end of the day the problem with damira is that it completely misses the point of yousana and its target audience. making yousef a white guy is not necessarily a bad choice if you implement it well (which eskam didn’t do btw), but you have to take into account that sana’s season exists to make a primarily white christian-raised audience relate and stand up for the muslim characters in the show. when the lazier partner of the main couple who makes zero efforts to work on the relationship happens to be white, it just means people will be sympathetic of him, and nor amira - and that’s exactly what happened in the show. people either thought amira was being too harsh by laying conditions for dani before they even began dating and making sure he respected her boundaries, or just wanted all the drama to go away soon so amira could kiss dani by the end of the season. so like, yeah. terrible stuff.

i would’ve liked damira’s impact on the season and amira’s journey a lot more if it had been about a one sided childhood crush from amira’s part. i thought their friendship was charming up to s3, and i simply hate that dani is literally in no way an older brother figure for the girl squad, since it’s a dynamic that’s lacking in the show and it would be a nice way to make dani be some sort of non-creepy eskild for the girl squad (but noooo, his only interactions w the gs are hooking up with eva and dating amira. smh). it would’ve been fun to have amira intimately dealing with those feelings just to learn a lesson by the end of it, at the time that she also falls for her muslim love interest - which is actually the isak/jonas/even dynamic when you think about it, also something that eskam didn’t really do with cris’ season. but also, all of this would mean that eskam had to do the good writing thing for s4, which they kinda forgot to do throughout the entirety of the season so, yeah.

#answered #skam españa #crisana #jorgeva #damira #i don't think this warrants the a/nti tag but let me know if you think otherwise!

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years

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I saw that you probably aren’t doing fanfiction right now because of shutdown, but, if you are, I kind of have an idea, it’s sort of sad and based off of Shrek Forever After, but with a bit of Black Knight. After having an argument with Tails, he finds himself accidentally saying that he doesn’t need him and that he was better off without before them, after that, Sonic ends up in a world where his own friends don’t recognize him and he has to gain back their friendship.

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Even if it’s not Black Knight AU, I thought the picture worked lol And yes, during shutdown, I don’t take anymore prompts BUT we’re out of shutdown now so here we go!

Oh, Shrek. You’ll live forever.

Prompt:

It wasn’t long before Tails flew over, dodging the smoke from the destroyed robots all piled like debris from the previous battle.

Sonic had launched quite a fearsome and fierce spindash that did a massive ping-pong effect throughout all of Eggman’s lone army.

They were sure the army was headed towards the city, and Sonic bolted ahead of his team to take of things while they worried and fretted over the defenses and other ‘boring’ lectures of planning that Sonic didn’t want to stick around for.

He dusted himself off as Tails landed by his side, his eyes showing the concern and annoyance in them.

“Soooniicc! You said we’d work together!” Tails protested, but Sonic just rolled his eyes, seeing the young fox boy bundled his fists together by his face and show his obvious disapproval of Sonic’s more... fast method... of stopping Eggman.

“What is everyone so upset about? I beat the army, and barely dropped a sweat!” he mimed gliding his finger down his arm and then flicking the imaginary ‘sweat’ into Tails’s face who flinched at and wrinkled his nose at the gesture.

“That’s not the point... you always rush off without us. We’re a team!” he hopped a little forward, trying to grab Sonic’s attention at the truth to his words, but Sonic just waved it off and kicked a sparking robot’s hand, who was reaching from the pile up towards the sky, twitching before Sonic knocked it out and it ripped from the pile and started sparking off in rolling dark humor...

Sonic smirked as Tails looked horrified at the image and then shook his head, “You’re too stubborn...”

Sonic’s head whipped up, looking strangely offended at that as he turned to Tails and stomped towards him, making the poor boy walk backwards and shocked to see his friend so aggressive all of a sudden.

“Stubborn? Stubborn!? I used to take down hundreds upon thousands of robots long before you all tagged along! And what now, huh!? You’re all the stubborn ones! I could have cleared through these zones to Eggman’s base, took down his stock of mechanical tyranny, ripped up his notebook schemes, and been back before you guys called out ‘Break!’.” he flung his arms about, and the strange behavior made Tails cower back slightly, on the verge of tears. However, Sonic was so lost in his frustration at feeling held back by his friends, that he kept going without even realizing the damage he was causing to his friendship... “Without you guys, I’d be saving countless lives, planets, and the sort without having to worry about saying, ‘What’s the plan, Tails’!?”

When he finally came to and looked to Tails, his wildly flinging hands slowly came down and so did the flame of his aggravation.

“Tails...” His eyes softened, seeing how frightened and hurt Tails appeared.

He had withdraw down and against the pile of scrap metal, his bottom lip quivering, and one hand held up over his face.

He rubbed the rolled up part of his glove over his now wetted nose as he held in his tears, getting up from leaning against the pile and bringing his tails up to his hands as though to hold them like a child would his security blanket. “We don’t mean to slow you down, Sonic... we just want to help... and we want to be apart of your adventures too.” He sniffled and took off, holding his hands over his eyes as to not let Sonic see how much his words affected him.

Sonic immediately regretted what he said, holding out his hand to him, “Wait... buddy...” his hand slowly came down and he turned around angry again, kicking more robots and spin-slashing into some on the ground, “Augh! What’s wrong with me!? I would never say that!” he slammed his foot against a particularly hard object, and jumped back in the pain. “Yee-ouch! Ow, ow, ow!” he held his foot in a comical, pogo-stick way before looking down at the strange, darkly colored orb object he had hit...

His eyes narrowed on it in curiosity, and then looked around. Tails was already flying back and crying to the others, no doubt being comforted after telling them all Sonic had said.

His face dropped again, as though not wanting to deal with that and feeling guilty over his outburst.

He was always a hothead, but tried to hide that as best he could from his friends. He was going crazy just sitting around talking all the time, and his jittery, antsy feet made him quick to the fuse...

Luckily, his love for his friends was more powerful than that... most of the time.

He sighed and dug through the rubble, deciding it best to go this journey alone, and pick up the strange, orbish ball.

“What do we have here?” it was about an inch smaller than Sonic’s head, but still rather large in his grasp. He moved it around, looking at it’s curves and seeing that it had rings of different colors around it’s glistening shades of black, purple, green, and pink. “A new Eggman toy? Ohhh~ Shiny!” he tried to cheer himself up, but looked back over his shoulder to see Amy and Knuckles, not looking happy, waddling through the debris of Eggman robots.

He pouted, “Uh oh... IIIIIII~ Really don’t want to deal with this.” he looked around for an escape route, and found one as he ducked his head and hid among the tin carcasses of Eggman’s army.

Burrowing as was his specialty of being a hedgehog, he heard Amy and Knuckles calling out in their search for him, and stuck his head out from a gap of two overlapping robots.

He peeked back and smiled, then brought out the orb before a sparking robot’s upper-half snapped some of its wires loose and it’s arm draped over him.

“Ah! Bad touch, bad touch!” he pushed through the gap as best he could and tried to kick the arm off of him... but what he didn’t see... was that the sparks smacked against the orb... and made it glow.

“Soooniicc!” Knuckles’s and Amy’s voices rang over his desperate attempts to get the sparking dead robot off of his stuck leg, and panicked when he saw Amy look over and point towards him. “There he is!”

“Wha? Grr..!!! Sooonic!” Knuckles’s immediate glare, followed by him hunching down and stomping over to his location made him freak out even more.

“Eee..!” His mouth stretched back to reveal he was getting caught, but finally put the orb over his head and cried out, “Being me would be so much easier if I wasn’t stuck with you!” he was talking about the robot, but the orb burst like a bomb into a swirl of techno-colors.

Sonic felt himself falling slowly through the gleaming black as his hands whipped out to try and ‘swim’ or pull himself upward.

“W-what’s..? What’s going on!?”

It replayed some of Sonic’s words around him, showing him through another set of eyes... blurry with tears.

“Tails...” his expression changed, his hands stopped fighting the pull downwards... almost like Alice falling through the rabbit hole.

“I don’t need you telling me what to do!” Sonic’s voice shouted through the muffled orb.

“I... I didn’t mean it like that, Amy...” He felt himself sinking a little faster, hearing his words from days passed.

“Stop saying I care so much! I only care if I’m having fun doing it!” another image of him looking snarky and confident.

“Man... Do I really sound that annoyingly arrogant?” Sonic’s head kept swishing back and forth at all the images and the words began to echo in a cacophony of incoherent statements as Sonic tried to plug his ears and his feet kicked the air. “No... Nooo... Nooo!!!” he cried out as he fell faster and faster into the dark.

“Hey, hey mister, are you alright?”

Sonic blinked his eyes, mumbling as though coming too from a nightmare.

Tails was looking over him, watching him stir.

“Uhhh...” He leaned up, having a hand on his face, “Sorry about earlier, buddy... I really let you have it, huh?” after thinking he was electrocuted and possibly passed out, he shook his head and started getting up, apologizing. “You know I couldn’t do half the amazing things I do without a little bit of your own style thrown in there, right?” he gave him a thumbs up, but weakly so, still coming too and hunched over from the trauma. “H-hey? Where’s Eggman’s robots?”

“Huh?” Tails leaned back up, “Buddy? Look, mister... You’re Sonic The Hedgehog. You don’t have any ‘buddies’.” he put his hands to his hips, “Anyway, you beat down Eggman again, so I guess this means your out of here and on to the next thing. I won’t bother you too much, just wanted to make sure you were okay, but it looks like you were napping.” He turned behind him, waving to a crowd that had formed around the city. “Heeey! He’s okay!” Tails waved to them, calling out.

They all looked relieved and cheered, before dispersing rather quickly back into the city.

“H-huh?” Sonic looked confused, but Tails just turned around and nodded to him.

“Okay, I know how you roll, so I’ll take off now and simply say, Take care!” he took off without another word, waving slightly to him as though he was a stranger...

“W-wait, Tails! I said I was sorry, don’t pull this on me! Come on, bud!” Sonic reached out to him, racing after him as Tails looked weirded out by him following him.

He looked under him and made a face, “Umm...”

“We can sort this out! We’ve gotten through way worse than a little outburst.” Sonic shrugged, but Tails still seemed weary of him.

“L-look, you may have hit your head pretty hard against those robots, but I don’t know you. No one really does, but we all know you’re Sonic! Legendary and lone hero! You sure do clean up those baddies real fast though, see you at a distance!” he waved him off again and took off even faster.

Seeing how desperately Tails wanted to get away from him, Sonic slowed down and looked extremely broken, as though not able to quite function under this odd predicument.

“What’s... going on?” he looked at his hand, “Tails wouldn’t play around like this... he loves spending time with me.” He flexed out his hand, the one that had blown up with the supposed ‘explosion’ but saw no sign of blast... not even ash on his pristine white glove.

“...Amy.” He looked around and saw her heading back with the crowd, “Amy!” he dashed towards her, “What’s going on with Tails? Is he really that mad at me?”

“H-huh?” She looked taken-aback that he was there, and immediately started flipping out in silence, fangirling and putting her hands up to her face as though she had just ran into a celebrity. She pulled out her phone and posed, “Could you sign this?” the photo came out of the phone and she clicked a button for a pen to also drop like a plug from inside it.

“W-what?” He sweatdropped, pulling away from her slowly and looking her in the eyes, searching for an answer. “Amy... it’s me... Come on, not you too!” he flopped his arms out towards her, “Amy! Stop it! This is going too far!”

She withdrew her phone-pen and photo. “O-oh, right, sorry! I know you like to be the lone, mysterious Sonic The Hedgehog who doesn’t need any help! I’ll go now! But... I love you!” she waved and ran by him, hurrying away as other girls stopped her and offered money for the photo but she guarded it by summoning her hammer, making--or rather--forcing her way through the crowd that came at her.

“It’s mine! All mine! Get your own!”

Others started taking photos of Sonic as a response.

The flashes overwhelmed him, making his mind spin as he turned around to try and find more familiar faces... but they were all strangers... every... one of... them...

“No.” he gripped his head, “No, no... Knuckles... Knuckles!!” he sped so fast through the people that some girls had to hold their dresses or long skirts down from his wind blast.

Upon reaching Angel Island, Sonic panted and gripped his chest, “Knuckles, it’s awful!” he held up the Chaos Emerald he had before the blast... teleporting once safely away from the city...

“HEEEY!” Knuckles woke up from his nap, then seeing the emerald, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and angrily looked to his pedestal. Sure enough, one Chaos Emerald was missing...

In absolute hostile rage, he lowered his head, gritting his teeth.

He slowly turned his flaming eyes towards Sonic, getting up and twitching his fists into pounding against the ground, as though a racer, like a bull, readying to charge off into the fray...

“Everyone’s acting like I’m some kind of lone ranger, it’s creeping me ou-FFPH!” he was slammed into by Knuckles’s head ramming into his stomach.

Getting taken off-guard, Sonic rolled back and jammed his back into a tree, spiking it with his two angled spikes at the force. He was briefly knocked out, but coming back, he rose his head and shook it, blinking his eyes and then struggling to get out from the tree. It was clear he looked like a turtle stuck on his shell, trying to get up and kick his feet out to do so, but his back quills were too deeply embedded in the tree.

‘Geez,’ he worriedly thought to himself, ‘Knuckles, even at his worst, wouldn’t hit that hard knowing it was me.’ He looked back as Knuckles slammed another fist into the side of the tree, barely missing Sonic as he held the Chaos Emerald in up in his other hand.

“Now you listen here, blue punk.” He spat out as his head got dangerously close to Sonic’s, “I already have to deal with that no-good bat girl and that deranged, psychotic Eggface! I don’t need another so-called ‘hero’ thinking he can just walk up to MY ISLAND and take what he sees fit!” he cracked his two-spikes on his glove out from the tree’s now tilted bark. “Hmph, now get off my island! I don’t like your kind around here... Always parading your victories, running off after the praise and never caring about anyone else but yourself! Your kind make me sick!”

He walked briskly back to his shrine, but freaked out when the Master Emerald was gone, “AH! MY EMERALD!” he dropped the Chaos Emerald and gripped his head, then panicked and picked it back up, turning to Sonic. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY PRECIOUS EMERALD?”

Throughout the day, Sonic had to regain their trust, and even convince Eggman that he knew Sonic...

Eggman knew him as his life-long, hated adversary but...

“I hardly actually know you. You hate water? Does that... like... count?” He shrugged from his eggmobile. “Wait, wait! Are you..? Are you saying you at last wish to join forces and be friends!?” He pulled out a party blower and horn, releasing fireworks but Sonic shook his head.

“I...” He looked to Tails, Knuckles, and Amy... who he had kinda dragged along this wild ride...

They looked at him like he was strange and this was all odd, and it hurt his heart to see it.

He fell to his knees, “I... I don’t know how I got any of you as friends... and I know I don’t say it enough but... I’m so grateful I have you.” He hit the ground.

Eggman looked a little confused too, shifting his eyes, “Umm... What?”

He didn’t understand the jibber-jabber so he just took a canon to fire at him from below his Eggmobile.

Sonic didn’t even bother to dodge... but as the black canon fired... the black, purple, green, and pink lights within it made it look strangely familiar...

Amy summoned her hammer and hit the canon up into the air, “You leave Sonic alone!” she stated, as he looked up to her, already to weak in his emotions to do anything else.

“Grr... he may be a bratt, but he’s a lonely bratt, regardless!” Knuckles punched his fists together, standing up beside Amy and getting ready for a brawl. “So butt out of his business! Nah, do me one better, butt out of everyone’s business! Especially my own!” he must have been referring to the world and his own Master Emerald crisis...

“And I-!” Tails stood forward, but looking to Sonic, it almost seemed like he didn’t know what to say.

Sonic looked away, not expecting this Tails to say anything.

“...I think he needs us.” Tails nodded with a soft, sad smile, then turned back to Eggman with all the force a young child would have in wanting to defeat evil and tyranny. “You’re a bully! I’ll show you what Sonic inspires! In all of us!”

The three were about to fight, but the ‘canon-ball’ came flying down and bonked Sonic on the head.

When he came too, he was surrounded by Tails, Knuckles, and Amy... all were leaning over him, trying to wake him up.

“Sonic! Sonic, wake up!”

“H-huh?” He opened his eyes, not sure what was going on again, but saw the heap of robots and then looked to see his friends, grabbing their shoulders.

“You know me!?”

They all seemed worried, “Well, of course we know you!” Amy laughed, “Silly! We were worried when we saw the blast! Tails said you two had a fight...”

“Well, he fought.” Tails looked away, a little sheepishly.

“Nevermind that, tell me, you punk!” Knuckles gripped Sonic up and held him up to his face, “What gives you the right to shout in people’s faces, huh!? Show a little more respect for those who actually care about your safety and success, alriiighhttt!?!!?” Sonic wasn’t even phased by Knuckles’s scolding, he was too wrapped up in the joy of figuring out these guys were his actual friends.

“I LOVE YOU GUYS!” Sonic threw his hands up and Knuckles set him down gently, creeped out by his bold and... strangely out-of-character declaration.

“Uhhh....” Knuckles moved away from him, letting him slightly go but keeping his fists on him for good measure. “That blast hit your head too hard or somethin’?”

“Oh my!” Amy quickly jumped up and put her hand to his forehead, “Sonic! That nasty blast really did knock you out pretty badly, didn’t it?”

“Amy!” He gripped her and Knuckles into a hug, “You’re all the best!” he laughed, and they all looked a little odd being under his arms like this...

“Tails..!” He looked to Tails, then quieted down and approached him in a calm manner. Tails was still acting shy...

“I’m so sorry, Tails.” His eyelids dropped and he came very humbly over to him. “You were my first real friend, and I didn’t understand how much your friendship changed my life... you put up with me a lot, heh... and for that, I’ll forever be grateful to you, buddy. Honestly... I know I don’t speak my heart very much but...” He raised a hand slowly to him, before letting it flop on the little fox’s head, who giggled at the ruffling it gave his fur. “You’re the bestest friend a guy could ever ask for... I wouldn’t be the hero I am today without you.”

Tails held his hand on his head and looked cutely up to him.

He jumped into him and they hugged, as Amy and Knuckles also looked thrilled that the two made-up, and Amy placed her hands together and by the side of her cheek, leaning towards it.

“Aww, brotherly love!” She cheered, admiringly, but Knuckles just rolled his eyes as if justifying this weird behavior of Sonic’s wasn’t the right way to act about it.

“Alright, so he hit his head and now he’s soft... is that really a good thing?”

“W-we should probably get your head looked at, Sonic.” Tails pulled away slightly as Sonic went to rub his head in embarrassment, but flinched from the pain and the others immediately flocked him to check out further injuries.

“Don’t move! And I know that sounds like a death sentence, but just remain still!” Knuckles argued.

“I’ve got bandages!” Amy quickly began to wrap his head as Tails helped him to sit and pulled out some water.

“Here, you must feel really awful after that short-fuse... Maybe even lightheaded too, just relax for a second, okay? We’ll have you better in no time!”

Amazed by the kindness he never really saw beforehand, he rubbed his wetted nose and glossy eyes against his glove as Tails once did, and allowed his friends to take care of him...

His... true friends.

He would never wish to part from them again.

And from here on out, he never seemed to have an issue holding in his temper either!

#cutegirlmayra #sonic prompt #sonic friendship prompt #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #tails #amy rose #knuckles #sonic au #sonic and shrek

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{Knight!AU} Wonwoo

*this post was commissioned

“are you really this oblivious and dense or are you just being silly again?”

wonwoo hears the word oblivious and almost rolls his eyes - prince minghao, you don’t even know how oblivious they can be....

“this is just,,,,,,,,,,,,this is just preposterous!”

your mother doesn’t usually raise her voice - actually, she seems to have come to terms with the fact that you are not a perfect child, and on most occasions overlooks your mischief

but you can practically SEE the fire in her eyes this time

“it’s not MY fault the bandits broke his leg, he’s a knight!”

your mother grinds her teeth and your father tries to intervene but fails when she barks at him to sit down

“you are the child of this family, your father is the KING! you cannot just go about playing in the forest and getting every knight we have injured!”

you throw a pitiful glance at the knight in question

when you’d first met hoshi - you had high high hopes

he was energetic, bubbling with humor and vigor - bragging about agility and beating everyone else in daily duals

he never told on you when you got up to no good, encouraged these “dangerous” expeditions into the forest your mother was up in arms about, and best of all

he wasn’t boring

like every other knight before him

but,,,,,,,,,,,,after getting ransacked on your way back this morning,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’d kind of,,,,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,,,,,

you try not to wince when the town doctor scurries over and starts pulling a nasty looking arrow out of hoshi’s ankle

“well,,,,he’s not dead right?”

you try to defend, but your mom isn’t having it and everyone in the ballroom is standing frozen

fearful of the queens wrath, both for you and for themselves

“tomorrow morning. 7 am sharp. we will go pick a new knight for you AND -”

you groan at the thought of waking up early, but completely swallow it back down as your mother narrows her eyes

“AND you will not be going into the forest or anywhere for the next month!”

“but m-”

“get that poor bloody knight out of my sight!”

your mother waves her hand and your father follows behind her and the long flowing gown of hers, the only sound is its fabric on the floor

and hoshi’s small “ow” as he’s carried to the doctor's carriage outside

you fall back onto your bed, the canopy is grand and made of sheer white silk

the sunlight from the windows floods in and you huff

being royalty doesn’t mean anything if im caged in this godforsaken palace! im not rapunzel or sleeping beauty or whoever!

ever since you were a kid you’d hated all this royal business

balls, conferences, arranged marriages (this one was particularly daunting as recently your mother could not stop talking about the prince of the east sea - some guy named minghao with lots and lots of money), it just was NOT for you.

you wanted to go outside, play in the dirt, jump on the pirate ships that sometimes passed by the dock, and just have an adventure

“every day is an adventure for you - your family rules this country!”

no - every day was the exact same etiquette lessons, piano lessons, walking around in your parent's shadow - that’s what it was

you hadn’t ever got to experience friendship or the hardships of growing up

hoshi had been the first knight anywhere near the same age as you

now tomorrow you were probably going to get assigned another old man in tin armor who would 1) snitch on you to the queen and 2) be boring as hell

you roll over on your stomach and shove your face into your pillow

might as well get an early sleep if moms going to wake me up at the crack of dawn,,,,,,,,,

the 7 am sunshine hurts your eyes, but you feel a lot better about your situation because at least you’re not out in this heat in full body armor

which is not something you can say for the line of knightly recruits settled on the back lawn of the palace

the commander of the local army, and the head knight for your family fidgets as your mother walks down the line and maids hold a parasol over her crown

you haven’t even bothered to look yourself - not like you can say much in the matter

your mother made it clear that not a peep out of you would be needed

“is this really the best you’ve got?”

you hear her sigh and you straighten your shoulders so she doesn’t nag on you for slouching as she comes back

“we’ll take the soap makers boy then.”

she motions with her arm and you raise an eyebrow

a soap maker's son became a knight?

out of the lineup comes a tall, rather sleepy-eyed boy

he looks to be around your age and when he nearly trips over his own feet coming up to the queen you think

oh boy, this one is not going to last long

“what’s your name?”

“jeon wonwoo your highness”

“and your father is a soap maker - correct?”

he shifts, the helmet in his hands seems so sad looking

“yes your highness. he ,,,, he paid for my knightly training in hopes that i wouldn’t have to go into soap making like he did.”

your mother taps her gloved finger against her cheek

you, wonwoo, and the commander all wait in the stuffy silence

“well i do hope his money didn’t go to waste and you’re good at your job.”

your mother tilts her head toward you and you already don’t like where this is going

“because this one is a lot to handle.”

wonwoo,,,,,,,,,is nothing like hoshi

he’s quiet - definitely not as boisterous or funloving - and unlike hoshi’s wildly bright colored hair and foxish expression, wonwoo’s dark curled hair falls almost over his dark, almost black eyes

his answers to your mothers questions are always a little bit slow and you wonder what in the world compiled someone like him to agree to be a knight

he really just seemed like he’d be better off making soap with his father

you aren’t really alone with him until the next morning when he introduces himself to you after your breakfast and explains that the queen has asked him to stand guard outside your room

“she said you’re ,,,,,,,, well that you’re,,,,,,,”

“grounded. yes. the queen grounded me.”

you huff some bedhead out of your face and wonwoo seems to stare a moment longer than usual

“yes...grounded.”

you wave a hand dismissively and grumble that he has nothing to worry about - you have no plans on sneaking out

(yet)

your teachers come and go for a various amount of lessons and by the late afternoon you’re so bored out of your mind

that you open the door and beckon wonwoo to come inside

usually a knight asks if there is a problem - if you need something - hoshi used to be so dramatic he’d get down on a knee

but wonwoo just looks confused

“there’s an intruder in the palace”

you say, blunt and serious

wonwoo looks left and right, “but there seems to be only the two of us here?”

you stifle a giggle as you keep up your lie

“no, no im pretty sure there’s an intruder in here somewhere.”

“w-well let me check.”

he starts moving toward the closet and you shake your head, letting a giggle fall from your lips

“im just joking, no one is here!”

instead of laughing or getting angry, wonwoo just looks helplessly lost

like a puppy forgetting its way home

you don’t know if you feel a little bad for the harmless prank so you sit back on your bed and try to think of something to ask

“so,,,,,,,where is your fathers soap shop?”

“it’s on carrot street, it’s quite small.”

“what kind of soap does he make?”

wonwoo shifts and his armor makes a loud echoing sound through your room

“many kinds, flower scents, natural scents, we have lemon soap-”

“you know - id like to buy some new soap,,,,,,,”

wonwoo isn’t catching onto your hints - he’s just looking at you with clear brown eyes

“could you take me to your fathers' shop?”

“o-of course your majesty -”

he stops himself just as you get up

“but, forgive me for asking, aren’t you grounded?”

you had hoped he’d just forgotten - or been the type to just go along with whatever you asked

“technically,,,,,,,,i can’t go into the forest - the town isn’t the forest, right?”

wonwoo sort of scrunches half his face up in thought and you capitalize on the moment of confusion

grabbing a shawl from your desk, you rush to the doors and wonwoo is left with no choice but to follow after you

he helps you up onto one of the horses and takes a hold of the reins as you wink at the stablehands

who beg you to come before the queen realizes you’re gone and she has everyone’s heads

you promise you will and wonwoo starts to also skeptically ask if this is a good idea

and you assure him - of course! again, the town isn’t the forest!

he walks beside you, down the winding path from the palace into the bustling streets of the town below

citizens see and stop their business to bow respectfully

you give a little wave and hear a cluster of whispers

“that isn’t the same knight as before? which one is this? he’s so young and handsome!”

you don’t pay much attention, letting wonwoo lead the way - people parting as soon as they see the coat of arms on his uniform

just as wonwoo had said, the soap shop is very tiny

his poor father almost falls over when you waltz through the door

“y-y-your majesty - i - i- i-”

but you give him a flattering smile as you start to pick up everything in sight

wonwoo’s father disappears for a moment outside to where wonwoo is tying up your horse and you can hear his tone of disbelief

“son, you’re a knight for the royal family?!?!”

you busy yourself with blocks of pretty color soap - wonwoo and his father joining you soon after as you begin dumping every bar you like into wonwoo’s hands

“are they all handmade?”

you muse and his father nods, “y-yes! some actually were made by wonwoo!”

you turn, giving an impressed smile to a quickly flustering wonwoo who nearly drops the tower of soaps in his hands

you lose track of the time, talking with wonwoo’s father and then being ushered into the upstairs home for tea by his mother

wonwoo sheds the top layer of his armor at some point and ,,,,,, really it seems like both of you have forgotten

that you’re a ROYAL and their KNIGHT

not just neighbors having tea

the only thing that brings you both back to reality is the chime of the palace’s clock tower

you freeze up - and so does wonwoo

“we have to go!”

you jump up and wonwoo nearly forgets his helmet, his father tossing it to him out of the second-story window as you get up onto your horse

wonwoo starts to turn the horse around and you kind of give him a sideways glance

“we can’t walk back to the palace!”

“h-huh?”

“get on!”

you motion and wonwoo’s mouth goes dry

“we- the townspeople-”

“do you want to see my mother get mad?!”

he shakes his head, slipping the helmet on and getting onto the horse, long legs pulling him right up behind you

you pass the reigns to him and before he can really register what’s happening, you click your tongue and you’re off

the evening wind rushes past you - your mind racing a mile a minute

you know you told wonwoo it wasn’t anything serious - to go to town, but you had lied

your mother would not be pleased and the shouting you could only imagine would keep the entire palace up all night

wonwoo is less so terrified with your mother, then he is with thinking of where to put his hands

he keeps them on the reigns, but he’s worried - all you’re holding onto is the horse’s mane

he moves a little bit, letting his hand lean up on your waist - you don’t seem to notice and he can’t tell if the nervousness is because

he’s touching a royal or,,,,,,,,,,,because he’s touching you,,,,,,,,,

it’s probably both

either way, he veers the reigns left, off the main path up into the palace

instead, you two ride on the side of the gardens, hoping no one looks out the window at the wrong time

the stable hands scramble as they hear you approaching

you jump off - right into a puddle of fresh mud, the splatters on the hems of your clothes

“oh no!”

wonwoo jumps off too, handing the reigns over and trying to think of something quick

“what time is it?” you shout and someone from in the barn answers with “quarter past 8!”

you rack your brain, dinner will be soon - you cannot face your mother looking this guilty

you dash up toward the palace, wonwoo behind you and just as you skid into your room - you stop as wonwoo is about to step in behind you

“are you crazy?!? i need to change!”

the large doors shut in wonwoo’s embarrassed face and you don’t hear his tiny, mumbled apology

you manage to shove the muddy clothes into a basket in your closet

wonwoo stands outside the room, trying to shake the mud off his uniform

just to hear footsteps from down the hall

he stands up straight, the presence of the queen heavy even as she makes her way up to him

“good evening your highness”

he bows and she just motions with her hand to your door

wonwoo hesitates - the sound of your “are you crazy?!” ringing through his ears

but this is the queen, so he gives a polite knock to signal he’s opening the door for her to come in

the sound of the shower confuses wonwoo, but he keeps his face straight as your mother eyes the clothing on the floor leading up to the bathroom door

she clears her throat and calls out your name

the water stops and a moment later the door is opened

you’re holding a fluffy white towel up and wonwoo spins so fast on his heel to avoid the sight that he nearly bumps his head on the bedpost

“oh mother - sorry, i wanted to shower before dinner!”

she looks over her shoulder to see wonwoo’s back and then back at you

you give your best angelic smile as she taps her foot slightly

“your hair won’t be dry for dinner. we’ll be eating at 9 then.”

with that she’s gone and wonwoo keeps his head bowed until you both hear her heels click down the stairs

wonwoo buffers before marching back out, the door shutting behind him as you drop the towel and give a relieved sigh

really, you didn’t think wonwoo would save face all that well

you kind of half expected him to crack under your mother's fierce gaze and spill the beans

but he doesn’t and that makes you at least a little happy

later that night you go to visit the stable hands and thank them for not ratting on you either

you spend some time in the stalls with the horses as wonwoo waits outside of the barn

he doesn’t say much when you say you’re going back up to your room - he just follows in a shadow-like silence

“oh!”

you stop at the top of the stairs and wonwoo looks up at you - the candlelight in the halls shining down on his face and nearly covering half of yours

“we forgot the soaps i bought at your fathers!”

you laugh a little and wonwoo tries to explain he can ask his father to deliver it

but you wave your hand

“ill just get it next time.”

you don’t mean much by it but for some reason, the phrase leaves wonwoo unable to move for a second

until he’s clattering up behind you again

your mom said something about not leaving the palace for a month - but you don’t listen, you never do

wonwoo learns this hard and fast from the soap trip, but also from the countless times he catches you trying to sneak out from piano lessons

multiple times you’ve snuck out into the town, each time he walks you down on the horse and then each time you both end up having to scramble to get back to the palace in time

(he’s gotten better at holding you around the waist - but he’s still pretty awkward about it)

but aside from that, you also keep trying to get out of meetings with lousy excuses

usually holding wonwoo as a witness or as collateral

you’re a royal, but you seldom act like it

he’s walked in on you with your crown tossed to the side, hanging half off your bed with a book in your hands

or abandoning the documents you have to look over for a simple game of cards with the chef’s younger daughter who brings by the fresh fruit

it’s weird - wonwoo was so scared about this job before, but you’re not ,,,,,,,,,, you’re not the hassle you thought you’d be ,,,,,,,, well you’re not the STUCK UP hassle he thought you’d be

and you’re ,,,,,,,,, undeniably pretty

even when you’re forcing a smile in front of important diplomats

or hiding behind a garden post from your mother

or getting wonwoo into trouble alongside you

there isn’t really a way to phrase it - like he can’t think of a word to describe it - you just look pretty no matter what

sometimes he sees you staring out the window into the direction of the tall, old trees of the forest on the edge of the town

he feels your longing - but when you bring it up - he refuses

town trips, sneaking around is ok - but he’s worried too

he grew up a normal kid, the ghost stories of the forest. the vanished villagers who never came back and whose screams you can hear from the misty entrance.

he doesn’t tell you about them - but he also shakes his head adamantly when you bringing it up

like now, as you’re sitting in the garden - feet up on the bench (even though the queen said not to do that), fresh daisies in your hands

“come on, it’s a stroll on the edge of the forest not even -”

“what’s this i hear about the forest?”

your mothers icy tone cuts into your conversation and you quickly sit back up, feet slipping into your shoes

as wonwoo grips the side of his sword and straightens his back too

“no-nothing mother.”

“good.”

her two servents are sent away with one look as she sits down beside you on the bench

she looks at the flowers in your hands and smiles

“i have some good news.”

“im not groun-”

“we’re taking a trip. well, you are.”

you don’t really expect that - a trip usually means a conference with your parents at the helm

a trip alone?

“where am i going?”

“the prince of the east sea, xu minghao is staying in the countryside on the other end of the forest. he’s been requesting to meet you ever since he saw you at last year's winter gala.”

she leans over and puts her hands over the flowers

crushing two or three petals between her fingers she adds

“and as you know - your father and i would greatly like for you two to ,,,,, get to know each other as well.”

you remember xu minghao

he’s handsome, lithe, and too,,,,,,,,,, fancy for your tastes

his carriage had pulled up with encrusted diamonds and four purebred stallions - rubies bedazzled into their briddles

he wasn’t mean or anything, but he wasn’t your type

the most conversation you two had was the royal greetings in the beginning of the gala

you know your mother's true intentions with this plan. you’re quite sure she’s the one who invited the prince to the countryside in the first place.

“well i think-”

“it doesn’t matter sweetheart, everything has already been planned. wonwoo!”

he breaks out of his concentration to answer with a weak

“your highness?”

“you’ll be escorting them through the forest and then back. well maybe not back if they end up traveling to the east sea’s palace, ahhhhh i hear it’s wonderful!”

your mother clasps your hands in yours and gives them a squeeze

without letting you utter a word, she’s gone - her servants running up to her call

and you sit there with the crushed daisies scattered over your lap

wonwoo thinks now is the time to say something comforting

but he’s just a knight - he’s just here to escort you right into the hands of this prince - so he steps back and waits

you don’t want to be back in the forest under these circumstances

the morning in bright and warm and the king and queen are both all smiles and talk

but you stand and wait as the carriage is prepared with your hands folded over the new outfit your mothers gone ahead and dressed you up in

wonwoo is a couple of feet behind you, he can see just from your shoulders how tense you’re feeling

the weight of the sword on his hip and the armor feels worse than ever before for some reason

the driver lifts himself up, bowing his neck toward the queen and promising her that he’ll take care of you

you don’t smile when your mother kisses your cheeks goodbye and wonwoo mounts the horse the palace has provided

he rides behind the carriage, along with a couple of other knights your mother insisted go as well

no one talks to each other as the horse's hoofs kick up the dirt of the forest and you watch is fly by in a haze of greens, browns, and blacks

you peek your head out at some point to see wonwoo - you can only tell it’s him because of his broader stature and the white stallion he’s atop

the rest of him is covered by the uniform

you sigh and retreat back into the carriage, wouldn’t it be so nice if i could just open the door and run through the forest without a care?

you arrive close to evening, managing to exit the deep forest right before it turns hauntingly dark

the ride up toward the countryside estates is only ten minutes and when you pull up to the front gardens, a magnificent line of tall cyprus trees and fountain greet you

someone is standing outside of your carriage, the same someone - who is not xu minghao - helps you out of the carriage

he’s wearing a pressed gray suit and his hair is slicked back from his face

“pleasure to make your acquaintance, if i do say myself you are quite a lovely sight”

he flirts and it catches you off guard

“i see - and you are?”

“wen junhui - im xu minghao’s head knight. i assume you also brought your-”

wonwoo rounds the side of the carriage and junhui eyes him before seemingly determining he isn’t worth the time

you ask where the prince is - usually, royals don’t send out their knights to introduce themselves first

but junhui just explains that minghao is inside preparing for you

and prepare he did

the mansion is decorated from head to toe in lilies, the official flower of your home country

there are live musicians playing the harp and piano softly in the main ballroom

and even though it’s literally only you and him who are meeting

you can tell there must be forty other staff - all lined up against the wall wearing matching uniforms as junhui falls behind and minghao descends the large staircase with that same air of extravagance you know him for

“ah, did you get here safely?”

minghao asks, taking your hand and pressing his lips to it

your brain rattles between making some offhanded joke about how no - you almost died in the spooky scary forest!

or just jumping right into the usual ‘thank you for inviting me! it’s an honor’ royal crap

you can’t seem to choose so you just make a weird sound and shake your head

minghao doesn’t mention it as he asks instead if you’re hungry

wonwoo shifts behind you, hand on the hilt of his sword

when minghao escorts you into the dining hall - wonwoo naturally moves to accompany you

but junhui, flanked by two servants step in his way

“don’t you worry great knight, we’ll take good care of them.”

you catch a glance over your shoulder, drowning out minghao’s voice as he talks about some recent treaty he’s planning on signing

to see wonwoo’s eyes go from their usual clear, almost sleepy softness to cold and dark concern

you and minghao’s countries are on good terms, business relations are fine and there aren’t any disputes over land

so you don’t feel unsafe - you just feel anxious

probably because deep down this meeting isn’t just another plain, boring conference your parents have made you attend

you know it’s more than that

you eat quietly, minghao does most of the talking

he holds out his elbow so you can take it as he gives you a tour of the artwork up on the walls after dessert

and although you look at him and know he’s beautiful

it’s not like there’s anything behind that

“do you like it?”

you ask him suddenly, trying to salvage some sort of topic that isn’t overpriced artwork from decades ago or financial strategies minghao is flaunting

“like what?”

“the forest?”

he nearly deadpans at the question

“are you being silly?”

“what?”

he huffs a bit

“it’s just a forest - i don’t particularly have an opinion on it.”

the answer is sort of hard for you to wrap your head around - for you, it’s more than that

you thought it was more for everyone

but minghao seems to brush it off, goes back into babbling about how this nature scene was painted by a great ancestor of some duke and you

you just have this sudden urge to run away

you look out past one of the many windows in the hall - the moon is strong and full tonight and it’s the only thing aside from the candles to provide any sort of light

and you catch it shining down onto the trees and grassy open field below

where a figure is sitting

no,,,,,, they’re laying down

you strain a little and minghao clears his throat

asks if you’re listening and you reply with an “oh yes!”

that satisfies him as he continues to speak but you keep looking and -

wonwoo?

the messy top of dark curls and helmet by his side gives the identity away

minghao stops suddenly and you sort of teetering against his arm

he smiles at the contact but you just fluster with embarrassment

“so, now that we’re alone and midnight is almost here - do you think we can talk seriously about something?”

your cheeks get hot and your throat feels parched

“a-about what?”

“well, the marriage of course.”

you don’t expect him to say it so - openly - so it’s hard to think of a way to shy around the topic on the spot

minghao suddenly moves to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

you back away a bit and he edges closer till your back is against the large window and he hovers over you with a small smile

“i think we’d make a great pair.”

“i don-”

“oh i know you don’t like me yet - but we’re royalty!”

he pushes off and you sort of stare in disbelief as he shrugs

“liking each other doesn’t matter - the union will be good on paper and for both our countries.”

“are you sa-”

minghao steps closer and closer

“we might not like each other now - but we can learn to like each other for the sake of our people, right?”

he leans over a bit and his breath is hot on your skin

your mind is over clogged with thoughts

he’s right, you’re a royal, you should have expected it would come to this!

you always made fun of fairytails, saying you weren’t a rapunzel to be kept up in a castle, but why did you think the rest of it could be true

falling in love with who you wanted

doing what made you happy

you lived every whim at your mothers command - this was no different

minghao presses his lips to yours and you feel like if you tried you could close your eyes and bare it

but

you can’t, you push back and shake your head

“no”

minghao doesn’t try it again - he just looks at you and doesn’t stop you when you dash down the hall, rounding the staircase, and out into the front lawn

you see the forest up ahead - past the parked carriages and the fountain

run away? i can’t run away,,,,,,,,,but i can,,,,,,,,,,i can enjoy the forest for myself one last time,,,,,,,,

you think it’s a little bit nuts - but you lean down to undo the straps on your shoes

you toss them to the side, bunching up the layers of your outfit as you run out on the grass - disappearing into the close trees as the moon laughs down on you

wonwoo is kicking up dirt, passing the time wishing he could take a nap when he sees minghao’s knight, junhui rush past him

“hey-”

“they’ve run into the forest!”

junhui shouts, a swarm of servants rush past wonwoo again and for a moment he’s dumbstruck

until he realizes there’s one person junhui could be talking about

wonwoo doesn’t bother getting a horse

all he does is take one of the candles from passing by garden hand and rushes into the woods

he calls out your name - but the only answer is silence

suddenly all the horror stories he heard as a kid come rushing back at him

but ,,,,,,,,,,, the thought of you facing them alone breaks the fear that threatens to overcast him

he might be clumsy and little aloof at times - but you’re worse

you’re definitely worse

he calls your name again and again

the sound of horses in the distance tell him that junhui and quite possibly minghao have come into the forest looking for you too

but he ignores them and stretches on

the candle flickers, the wax nearly melts over the metal castings of his uniform - but woonwoo keeps yelling

you aren’t lost - at least you think you aren’t

or maybe that’s just the spell the forests put on you

the sound of horse hooves nearby means the prince is coming and so you run away from them as best you can

until you look over your shoulder for a moment and then - just as you feel something catch your ankle

your name comes from the echo of a familiar voice

the tree stump you trip over thankfully lands you on a softer pile of leaves

the sound is caught by wonwoo and he makes his way over, rushing to your side as you strain to get yourself back up

“are you ok -”

he says your name and usually, he’s supposed to address you only by majesty or royal or whatever

but you like the way it sounds - even though you shouldn’t be thinking about that right now

“im fine, just - ouch!”

you try to turn your ankle but a sharp pain runs up through you body refusing you from doing so

setting down the candle, wonwoo finally feels like he’s doing some sort of knightly duty

as he pulls off the top part of his armor - leaving him in the undershirt of chainmail as it gives him better movement to gather you up in his arms

and lift you off the forest floor

you doth protest - but really there’s no way you’re walking this off and the shock of finding out just how fit wonwoo is sort of distracts you from lying and saying you're fine

“why did you run out here?”

he asks and you loop an arm around his neck and use the other to hold the candle as you’re hoisted up and the crunching of leaves below wonwoo’s boots almost drowns out your small and tiny

“because it felt like the right place to be,,,,,”

wonwoo’s warm, warmer than you ever remember him being as he walks on

“you know this forest is haunted - you shouldn’t run off.”

he starts

“even if it feels like the right place to be, it’s,,,,,,,”

his voice trails off and you shift in his arms

the candle in your free hand casts a tiny shadow on his face and you come to realize you’ve never been so close to him before

his skin is so clear, not sweaty or rough like other knights

his dark hair is thick and from the profile, you can see just how handsome he really is

“you know about this forest?”

“when i was a kid lots of townspeople used to say the dead wander here. it’s no place for someone as important as you.”

wonwoo is referring to the fact that you’re a royal - but something feels,,,,,,,,more genuine than that,,,,,,,,,,,like he’s saying you are important to him,,,,,,or maybe you’re just reading into things

the little light doesn’t offer much guidance as wonwoo just walks straight and then suddenly the sound of men approaching becomes higher and the light from their lanterns burns open

for a second you think it’s those bandits that got you and hoshi a while back

but you see junhui ride up on a brown mare

“your majesty!”

he calls and minghao appears beside him on a beautiful black stallion

“are you insane - running out here is dangerous?!”

you don’t know what to say in this moment but a

“oh- it is?”

minghao just stare, before asking “are you really this oblivious and dense or are you just being silly again?”

wonwoo hears the word oblivious and almost rolls his eyes - prince minghao, you don’t even know how oblivious they can be

but he holds himself back and just tightens his grip when minghao junhui jumps off his horse and beckons for you to get on it instead

“do you want to?”

wonwoo asks cautiously

you give a small nod, and he hands you gently over to junhui

that night minghao throws a fit about how irresponsible that was of you and how that isn’t how a royal should act

you sort of glaze over because your head rests against wonwoo’s shoulder and junhui keeps throwing looks your way that if you were paying attention

would probably read: looks like the only person you’re interested in is that knight huh?

you opt to stay and ride back to the palace in the morning

technically wonwoo tells junhui he’ll be sleeping in the barn barracks

but as soon as junhui busies himself with minghao and whatever else needs to be done

wonwoo slips past the crack of the guest door and closes it behind him

“why did you ask me to stay?”

he questions as you sit on the edge of the bed, foot bandaged up and still picking twigs from your hair

“you said the forest was haunted - what are the stories about it?”

“you don’t know?”

your lips thing out as you explain that you grew up in a palace - you didn’t hang out with towns kids

you didn’t get to be rowdy

“well i can tell you a little about the stories,,,,”

you reach out, excitedly wrapping an arm around his wrist as you tug him forward

“tell me! i want to hear!”

wonwoo tells you the legend about the wandering old women, the weeping couple by the large oak in the middle of the forest, he tells you about the ghosts that cry out from the depths and the kids laughter you can hear coming from the treetops

you don’t know how or when you both end up on the bed with your head against his arm as he explains the stories and makes you laugh and makes you scared

and the lights blow out at some point - but wonwoo keeps telling you the stories

until his voice drops even more and he yawns and his eyes go heavy

and you let the tired knight fall asleep with his head against your chest and your hands racked up in his black curls

you have half a mind to lean down and kiss the lips you’d only now begun to realize were so beautiful

but instead you just bury your face in his hair

morning comes and you wake up first - unsure of what to do with wonwoo in your arms

in the house of the man you were supposed to be engaged to on this trip

“your majesty, may i come in?”

junhui’s voice rings from the other side of the door and you panic

you wake up wonwoo with a shake of his shoulders and just as he rubs his eyes opens

you hiss that he needs to go hide

“h-hide? wha?”

he’s half asleep!

your panic grows as junhui knocks again and you think of the one thing that might wake wonwoo up

you lean in, pressing your lips to his - it’s chaste and kind of clumsy - but wonwoo’s eyes flash open

“now. go. hide.”

you command and he scrambles out of the bed, just in time to duck behind the corner of the door that opens - nearly slamming into him as junhui and a couple of maids roll in tray for breakfast

“i assume you’d want to eat before your trip back?”

you nod, not wanting to peep out a wrong word and make junhui turn around

“the carriage is ready,,,,,,,,ill be seeing you out as prince minghao is - a bit busy.”

junhui explains and you don’t even care that he’s obviously lying

as you thank him in a squeak and watch him and the maids pile out of the room

junhui closes the door with a smile and wonwoo peels himself off the wall

“phew we didn’t get caught.”

you start, leaning over to pick some berries off the tray as wonwoo stands there for a second

“you kissed me?”

“yes”

“why?”

“because you weren’t waking up.”

“that’s it?”

you bite into the strawberry and shrug

“well minghao obviously isn’t marrying me so -”

wonwoo stares at you with the same dumb puppy look he gave you when you first played a prank on him

it’s so cute you can barely stand it

you laugh before you can even say you were joking

and wonwoo gets it this time, groaning he asks that you please kindly not play tricks on him anymore

he’s your knight and you’re his royal but if he could have this one favor

“i promise”

you say between giggles

“now come and let me kiss you again, that’s my favor i ask of you.”

wonwoo happily obliges with that

and when you’re being sent back off home (probably to get absolutely yelled to death by your mother)

junhui offers to get you into the carriage, but you hand yourself to wonwoo who helps you up and follows right back in after you

“don’t knights usually ride horseback?”

junhui asks and you assure him you just need wonwoo in the carriage for extra protection

as it rides off back into the forest junhui nods to himself

“extra protection, huh. do they think im that oblivious?”

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rwby-nwbe · 4 years

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Just Finished RWBY Volume 2...

...and HOLY HECK IT GOT BETTER.

[Warning: Spoilers for Volume 2 and Long Post.]

New antagonists! More huntsman action! More characters and interactions! And the fights, tho. THE FIGHTS!

*Ahem* Okay, clearly I just need to start from the beginning...

Episode 1

We start the new season by being reintroduced to our new antagonists, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black. They may be villains, but they're also obviously teens (Mercury radiates prick energy) and they're dynamic is entertaining. Also, RIP Tukson, he seemed like a nice dude...

We then cut back to Team RWBY and JNPR, who are apparently on break at the moment. It's also nice to see Sun again, and we also get to meet Neptune. Anyways, someone throws a pie in Weiss face, and you know what that means...

FOOD FIGHT!!!

Seriously, THESE KIDS ARE CRAZY. Ruby can apparently surf on lunch trays! Weiss used ketchup and a freakin' swordfish like Myrtenaster! Blake used baguettes and a sausage link like Gambol Shroud! Freakin' YANG was punching things with TURKEY! JAUNE... threw a melon, that was cool; nice to see that he's losing the noodleness of his body. NORA RIPPED OUT A PIPE, STUFFED IT TO A MELON, AND CALLED IT MAGNHILD! Note to self: never challenge Pyrrha to a fight near a vending machine (or anytime, really). Ren can kick WATERMELONS, and fight with LEEKS. HOW CAN THEY EVEN DIGEST ALL THAT FOOD!?

RIP Neptune's hair though, I hear grape is hard to wash out...

Then we cut back to the White Fang and Torchwick, who are then met with Mercury, Emerald, and later the great Cinder Fall herself. I'll admit, Mercury's funny but a jerk, and Emerald... I'm pretty sure I was mentally screaming "YOU'RE BEING MANIPULATED" when I saw her and Cinder. First she doesn't give Emerald a hug, then she tells her to not think and just obey? RED FLAGS. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE.

Oh, speaking of Cinder, while she does radiate boss energy, I'm glad that I don't personally like her. I don't know what it is, but it might be the fact that she's treating everyone else like her pawns (and considering she used a chess piece later in this volume, I wouldn't be surprised). I mean, good villain, but like any good villain, I want her to get roasted, though that might not work given her Semblance.

Also, Roman Torchwick, you beautiful jerk, never change. I love ya, but I also love seeing you get dragged, which is what Emerald did to you at the end of this. Yep, I'm on board for this season!

Also, the new opening. I thought nothing could top "This Will Be The Day." I was wrong. Haven't listened to all of it yet, but "Time To Say Goodbye" SLAPS.

Episode 2

So, several things. There's board games, insert Yu-Gi-Oh reference here... Yang has too much power. Also, if I remember the lingo right, then this is also the episode where the White Rose shippers got crumbs, the White Knight shippers were once again denied, and where the Iceberg shippers were born (while the rest of us were titling our heads in confusion with Jaune). Jaune continues to be a social dork (what's with the blonde boys blowing Blake's secret? Don't think I've forgotten about Sun...). Blake is being consumed with the burden of RESPONSIBILITY. I feel that Blake. Oh, and the ending...

Why do out villains have to be clever enough to infiltrate the actual school!? And Weiss' "We're doomed." I hope that's not secret foreshadowing...

Episode 3

Jaune fails yet again at wooing Weiss (at least Yang comforts him at the end), and the gang begins their espionage. We meet Penny again, Weiss deals with her past, albeit briefly, and Penny... oh boy. She's hiding something, and the hiccups make it obvious. What could it possibly- oh...

Episode 4

Most of us had our suspicions, what with Penny's awkward demeanor and ludicrous super strength, but yep, she's a robot! Aw, get yourself a real one like Ruby. Oh, and Neptune's useless with Yang around. Speaking of, HEY, good to see you again, Junior! So Blake and Sun intercept the White Fang rally and... oh fudge they got giant robots. BAIL! We also get to see Neptune's weapon and Sun's semblance (before they nope off the road and leave the rest of the fighting to RWBY, while they go off and get ramen, the jerks...). Also, nice to see that they have team attack names (I believe some of them double as ship names), and this is where we get to meet the Ice Cream Queen Neopolitan (not to be confused with the now officially dubbed Ice Queen Weiss Schnee. If even the villains are calling you that, then congrats, you have a new title)! Neo then proceeds to give them the slip, and I personally believe that Yang only disliked Weiss' pun because it highlighted her failure.

C'mon Yang, at least she's TRYING!

Episode 5

Pyrrha is a combat queen. 'Nuff said. Suck it, CRDL.

Oh no. Mercury is both a smart aleck AND smart. This will not end well.

Blake, take a break. No, seriously, working yourself to death just because you think you can doesn't mean you should. You will only feel worse. TAKE A BREAK.

Well Jaune, mission failed. You'll get her next time.

Pyrrha Nikos. Sweetie. We're talking about Jaune Arc here. He's not gonna get the hints you're dropping unless that "hint" is a full blown irrefutable confession so obvious that even he can't screw it up. I know you want to help him because you like him (and yes, even like like him), but it's clear Weiss isn't interested, at least not now. Capitalize on that!

And our villain group continues to be dastardly. *Chuckles* We're in danger.

Episode 6

The dance draws near, and it seems that both Blake AND Jaune could use a pep talk!

Poor Blake. It appears your faunus trait makes you more cat-like than just the ears.

Also, poor Ren. He just wants a nice bath, but alas, the power of bromance.

Oof, tough love from Yang. Pretty good flashback, though. Also, Pyrrha, your selfless nature will be your undoing, listen to Nora.

...oh God, if I'm saying "listen to Nora" when the world isn't ending, we might ACTUALLY be in danger.

Aw, the dance looks fun. Poor Jaune, tho. Don't worry, at least Yang, Blake, and Sun are having a good time (and this is the part where I realize I'm becoming a SunnyBee shipper, crap). Poor Ruby, having to wear heels. Don't worry, Ozpin will keep you company.

Oh crap, the villain kids are here! What are you up to!?

Episode 7

This one gets the runner up for my favorite episode. Alternatively, I give it the title "Team Leaders Know What's Up."

Jaune, you may be a dumbass, but you're the rare "Surprisingly Competent Dumbass With A Heart Of Gold," and you get my respect for that. Being socially awkward with Ruby? Comedy gold. Putting things into perspective for Neptune? Props, my dude. Comforting Pyrrha? Friendship goals (even though it should be more than friendship goals, but hey, you put on the dress, I'll give you that). Nice dance moves, by the way, JNPR.

As for Ruby... drinking Jaune's punch? Iconic. Noticing Cinder sneaking away? Nice. Fighting her in heels of all things? You, my dear red reaper, are on another level. A shame that Ironwood couldn't get there faster and that Cinder had to bail, but oh well.

Also: Penny continues to be heckin' adorable. I will never NOT stan.

Episode 8

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE NOBLE DOG ZWEI HAS GRACED US WITH HIS ADORABLE PRESENCE. Tremble before his ability to fit in boxes and melt Weiss' heart. Oh, and RWBY gets exposed to Ozpin, but surprise! Even Ozpin doesn't have to play by the rules! Though that could get him in trouble with Ironwood later...

Why does this show keep showing me characters that I want to get to know better in record time!? Team CFVY looks so interesting, and it's nice to see Velvet again! Ooh, I hope we see them more later...

Also, Professor Oobleck, I know we saw a bit of you in Volume 1, and I wish we got to know you better. You seem delightful.

Episode 9

Okay, my previous statement of DOCTOR Oobleck still stands. I love this chaotic fast man.

He's both funny AND deep! His reaction to Zwei? Comedy gold! Him picking apart RWBY's motives and the Grimm? Disturbingly thought provoking, but enjoyable. Also, Ruby, you're great, but you're not entirely a genius, you're just a little bit lucky.

In conclusion: there are a lot of characters to stan in RWBY. Dr. Oobleck is one of them.

Episode 10

We learn about WBY's motivations, now excuse me while I go crying in the club right now.

OH NO, RUBY GOT KIDNAPPED! AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE HER SCYTHE! FRICK, it's a mindset kind of deal! Without her scythe, she thinks she's useless! Oh, and Roman's there too, that's not good.

...that is REALLY not good, Oobleck! Get down there, all of you! Wait, is your thermos... your WEAPON!? HOW THE FU-

(Sidenote, I looked up the name, since most weapons have them and I'm impatient for them getting name dropped. "Antiquity's Roast," eh? Fitting...)

Episode 11

So... this episode.

Poor Ruby. She failed to fight back, she almost ran away but then it turns out Melodic Cudgel is also a GRAPPLING HOOK. Thank god Yang and company finally busted their way in.

...why are Roman and the White Fang going kamikaze with those train car bombs? Oh right, the Grimm. Crap, that ain't good.

Ah, Oobleck. You may have accidentally repeated Ruby's line, but a swig of your thermos/club/flamethrower and then using it to bat Zwei into a cannonball of death redeemed you!

So Neo's back. She's skilled, sassy, has something going on with her eyes... Oh boy, Yang's getting outclassed by a pipsqueak. That's gotta suck.

Does every faunus (baring Blake, Sun, etc.) hate the SDC? Seriously Weiss, what did your father DO!?

Roman, do not get flirty with Blake. Junior tried something similar with Yang way back in the Yellow Trailer, and he got socked in the face. You deserve that kick in the head.

Oh look, Yang's mom is here! Nice, now Neo can't kill her (don't you dare, you little ice cream, I swear...). Oh. OH. That's a big sword. Yeah, ya better run, Neo. You ain't winnin' this fight. Great, now I want to know what Yang's mom's deal is. Figures she just warped away afterwards...

And now the Grimm are above ground. Yeah, seems like a good time for the season finale.

Episode 12

Now THIS is my favorite episode.

Look at that, Jaune's getting good instincts! And it's nice that Team JNPR was able to help RWBY. Also nice that Jaune can actually kill a Grimm now. Good job, man. You earned Pyrrha's smile of approval.

As much as I'm wary of the antagonist trio, I'll admit, they can fight good. Especially Emerald, her guns are sick. Why am I warming up to her so fast? What is this magic!?

...CFVY. CFVY. WHY ARE Y'ALL SO BADASS? Seriously, Yatsuhashi's carying an entire sword and a half. Fox just pulled a Ren and caused a Grimm to explode. Coco... God, Coco- WHY DOES RUBY HAVE SO MANY QUEENS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!?

"You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."

I-FREAKING-CONIC!

And she just murders Grimm with a BRIEFCASE. That turns into a GATTLING GUN. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT'S ALSO A GUN. (BTW, Gianduja is a really cool name for it.)

And now I want to know Velvet's weapon! It doesn't look like much now, but apparently it took a semester to build. And we know that Velvet can fight based on what we saw with her and Fox, so how does she ADD to that!?

THAT TRACK IN THE BACKGROUND, TOO! "CAFFEINE~" HELL YEAH!!!

Ooh, Port and Oobleck teamup! Oh no... THE GLYNDA IS MAD PEOPLE. I REPEAT, THE GLYNDA IS MAD! SHE HAS NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR GRIMM BS!!!

Welp, Roman got handled, though I doubt it's for long... Yay, RWBY finally gets a break! Oh boy, trouble brewing between Ozpin and Ironwood, that ain't good.

...bull man's back. Uh, guys, Adam's back! And he's helping the bad guys! THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD.

...oh, so your name is Raven? And that's what you look like under the mask. There's the resemblance... Oh boy, where have you been all of Yang's life?

...

So all in all, Volume 2 was even better than Volume 1, in my opinion. It's like they took the first volume and amped it up to 11. Longer runtimes, great comedy, great action sequences, great CHARACTERS. It's just a complete trip! 10/10, would ride again. Welp, it's getting late, so I can't immediately start Volume 3. But what Volume 2 gave us is good enough to tide me over.

...I am so glad I started this series. Well, this is goodbye for now. Cheers, internet!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (22 March 2020)

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one-leaf-grimoire · 4 years

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fic question! Did you have the whole plot of Dyad in mind before getting down to work? Or did you have like a “here’s a character, here’s a problem, and here’s today’s featured member of the Daddy Issue Trio” outline and just built a plot up from there as you went? Or some hybrid of that? IN OTHER WORDS: How the hell do you write and stick to a plot because lord knows I’m a clusterfuck

Oh boy... I'm not a writing expert or anything, but my last two fics were written in the same process and it seems to be successful, so I'll just go through that process with Dyad real quick:

1. Conception

I watch Black Clover and think "wow this is an interesting setting I could probably write a good fanfic of this, plus Julius is really hot."

Then, I think really hard about it for a couple of days. I listen to music, go on walks, write down any random plot point that pops into my head.

By this point I have the rough progression of events in my head, at least for the "first arc."

MC is weak ➡ MC gains ancient magic ➡ MC joins the magic knights ➡ MC and Julius get together ➡ MC is used for [redacted bc spoilers lol] by her spooky family ➡ MC is [redacted] and then has to [redacted], which brings us to the end of the first arc.

2. Actually writing

So, I don't plot it out chapter by chapter. I think of a mini arc in my head (like the training arc, star festival, etc) and just write. I end the chapter when I feel it needs to end.

A lot of the chapters are pretty long, because each one is kind of a self-contained story in itself.

I had a few arcs in mind from the beginning (the intro arc, MC saving Julius arc, and the final arc), but left a lot of open space so I have time to explore character dynamics and add in any new stuff I come up with.

I have the major plot twist in mind (if you could call it that?), but I largely came up with smaller ones on the spot.

3. Characters

I've been told that I have a pretty clear voice when it comes to writing, so it made sense to write in first person. I also dislike using (y/n) so that helped keep MC's anonymity. It also helped develop her "inner voice," which I think is a crucial commentator through these situations.

MC herself has no 'canon' appearance but she does have a personality. She's strong in that she gains ambition, works hard, and cares deeply for others, but flawed in that she basically purged herself of emoting negative emotions. She reacts more when feeling joyful or amused, but closed off when feeling sad or angry. A lot of her development so far has been focused on opening up, but also in her quest for self-improvement after a life of self-deprecation.

((Also there's the accidental daddy issues that AREN'T actually mine at all but that's a whole other can of worms))

I am VERY paranoid about writing canon characters OOC. That's what I stress out the most about over all. You guys don't read this bc of the plot, you read it bc of the Romance w the wizard king, right? Haha I get you.

Writing a believable romance is hard, you have to nail the chemsitry just right. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going it right but I have to trust myself hehe. I end up worrying about scenes with Julius the most, because he's such a strange character. He goes from being goofy to being completely serious on the drop of a hat. I guess that's the feedback I look for the most, whether or not the main love interest and story is written well.

The friendships between MC and Fuego, Yami, William, and Mereoleona are almost as important. It would be boring if this was just a love story so those other relationships really supplement it.

Also... I always worry about the "spicy" scenes. Maybe that's just me being insecure lol

So yeah TLDR I had a vague plan in mind, left lots of space to exapnd on ideas/characters/moments, and focused a lot of effort on characterization/relationships/meaningful dialogue. I didn't mean for this to be so long lol.

#fic #advice #?#black clover

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thesaltyoceanwaves · 5 years

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Bewitched Part 2

Ao3

@lenoreofraven

Today’s musical numbers: “Reason to Become a Witch” and “Congratulations” (cut from Hamilton)

“You trampled on my love and laughed. You clung on to a foolish love. The reason I became a witch, the reason why I’m cursing you… Hurry and run away, I’m a girl with a gun” - Reason to Become a Witch, NS Yoon-G

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There’s something exciting about sitting on top of the academy rooftop, despite Bewitched being used to running and swinging over the city all the time. Right now, she bides her time and can appreciate just how small and ant-like everyone looks from this perspective. It reminds her that the problems of her past life will be just as petty and meaningless after her plans come to fruition.

The students flood the schoolyard, none of them the wiser about what’s to come. She waits until all three of her potential targets enter the area - Adrien rushing in last and going over to Alya - and while doing so, charges up a red energy into her left hand. In the meantime, she overhears a glimpse of the conversation that they have, including a few moments where Nino actually called Adrien out for his behavior.

Hm. Perhaps I’ll spare him a cruel fate.

Once ready, she points her fingers like a gun in Lila’s general direction and fires.

All of the girls surrounding the liar - Rose, Juleka, Mylene and two girls from another class - shriek at the sight of Lila getting blasted. Sure enough, all of the attention now comes to Bewitched.

“I hope you all had a good morning, because it’ll be the last time any of you know good fortune.”

She allows for a few moments of collective gasps and hurried studying of her new form. No one, it seemed, could believe that it was actually her standing there above them. Even Lila, still frozen from her blast, has her thoughts immediately betrayed by her facial expressions.

But from high above, all of their judgments and stares mean nothing. It’s only fair considering she apparently meant nothing to them when she was a good and fair princess. The only expressions she finds intriguing, are the ones realizing just how much they messed up this time.

“M-Marinette?”

She practically rolls her eyes at the sound of this name. Damn, did he always sound this annoying? She glowers at the pathetic, wannabe knight, and dictates, “I am not Marinette. I am Bewitched. And to those who cursed me,” she pauses to cast venomous glances at both Lila and Adrien, giving her a glorious moment of seeing the two squirm, “Well, allow me to return the favor.”

The burst of red energy cackles around Lila, and the liar is forced to turn her entire body toward Bewitched. Her mouth and hands tremble, and she looks like she’s on the verge of tears.

“P-Please, Marinette,” she begs, “I-It doesn’t have to be like this!”

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” Bewitched cooes, “You can’t simply return to this school, lie to everyone, and then threaten me in the bathroom for not following your lead. And painting me to look like the envious one?” she clucks her tongue, “That’s just tasteless, Lie-la.”

Yet another collective gasp erupts across the schoolyard. All of the girls that just moments ago, were fawning over the Italian, are now studying her with raised eyebrows. Bewitched isn’t so pompous as to believe that the girls realize the lies all on their own. No, she predicts Lila’s next actions quite easily.

“That’s not true! I never lied!”

Bewitched can only laugh as she says her line, word for word. What a predictable turn of events.

By this time, Alya already has her phone out and is recording the entire interaction. Excellent.

“I’m not sure I really believe you. So, allow for me to fix that.” The red energy around Lila flares brighter than before, blinding anyone who stands too close to her. The girl group has all evacuated at least twenty feet away from the Italian. “Lila Rossi, you are now cursed to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth. Anytime you try and speak a lie, you will choke on your own words until the truth comes out.”

The red flash dissipates, leaving Lila only with a red symbol on her forehead - the Chinese symbol for “cursed”. When she realizes this, her hands race up to cover it.

“W-What did you do to me?”

“Excuse you, I’ll be asking the questions around here,” she scoffs. God, how did none of these people get sick of Lila’s whiny, cowering attitude all the time? She proclaims to be related to top martial artists and bodyguards, not to mention a superhero whose position she inherited, have secret training, but oh no, someone come save her, please! People actually eating this up though and not getting tired of all the bragging is the most tragic part. But after today, that will change. Smirking, she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding her hands so as to gather more energy. “Tell me, Lila. Have you really met Ladybug?”

She lets out a breath. “Oh, of course I have. We’re best frie-” The gagging is immediate and her hands drop from forehead to around her throat. Some of the girls that ran away earlier, are now back surrounding Lila, trying to help her stand up.

“Marinette!” Rose squeaks, “Make it stop! You’re hurting her!”

“She’s only hurting herself,” Bewitched shrugs, “If she’d only tell the truth about her relationship with Ladybug, then it’ll stop. So Lila, tell us the truth. When did you really meet Ladybug for the first time?”

The panting slows down a bit, but tears still form in the corner of the girl’s eyes. Honestly, is her pride and reputation so important that she would refuse to tell the truth? How pathetic. Hawkmoth honestly chose to akumatize this girl twice?

“A-At the park…” she gasps, “It was m-my first day… here… I was with… A-Adrien. S-She got mad at me… for lying about her on Alya’s blog.”

The liar collapses to the ground, clearly trying to keep herself from retching. Satisfied with her response, she turns her attention to Alya and Nino. She almost frowns when she realizes that Adrien is long gone, and doing a quick scan of the courtyard, Chloe, Kagami and Felix are also gone.We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we? she notes, feeling the warmth of her energy charged finger guns.

“Well, did you get that, Ladyblogger? It turns out the whole time you were reporting about Lila and Ladybug’s legendary friendship, you were getting played for a fool the entire time. Someone who refuses to fact check and blindly believes that they’re right and yet gets fame and attention for it is just asking to be cursed.”

Before anyone can object, she fires the red beam at Alya. For good measure, she also fires a pink beam from her right hand at Nino. The couple exchange a horrified glance, trying to move toward one another, but Bewitched will not allow it.

“Alya Cesaire. You are now cursed to be wrong about everything. Every decision you make, every word you utter, whether you mean it to or not, will be incorrect. No one will ever be able to take you seriously again.”

Again, the light disappears, and the symbol appears on her forehead. Satisfied, she then turns to Nino.

“As for you, Nino Lahiffe, I’ve decided to spare you. You could have done better at defending my honor, but you at least tried, unlike a supposed best friend of mine. I’m willing to give you a second chance as one of my familiars.”

The pink light overtakes him and transforms him. His outfit converts from his usual street wear, to all black attire. Jeans, shirt, jacket… his glasses are now sunglasses, and his cap is on backwards, with cat ears present. A bit cartoony for her tastes, but it works with her general aesthetic. The chain belt tail is a nice touch though.

“Marinette, stop this!” Alya shouts, trying to run toward her. She only trips over her feet. Sitting herself back up, she clears her throat. “I know that this is just a ploy to get everyone to turn against Lila! There’s no way she’s lying!”

If she hadn’t already been akumatized, Bewitched would have predicted a butterfly being sent her way by now. Thankfully, the students in the courtyard below all see reason and merely shake their heads at Alya’s words. It feels so nice to finally be believed for once.

That doesn’t mean she’ll spare them all.

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few more familiars at her side.

Some of the students start running away, so she needs to be quick in her decision making. Marc Anciel starts running toward Nathaniel. He is one of the few people to not buy into Lila’s pack of lies, and actually seems grateful for her help. He's lacking in the self-confidence department, but that’s easily adjusted. When the pink beam hits him, his outfit becomes not too dissimilar to that of Nino’s, though his cat ears are sewn onto his hoodie.

Aurore Boureal stands in front of a classroom door, ushering other students inside. How noble and brave. The two of them hadn’t interacted much, but Bewitched always sort of liked Aurore, and could relate to her. She knew what it was like to have to juggle so many activities and responsibilities, and how draining it could for no one to appreciate her best efforts. What a fitting candidate for her familiar.

Aurore’s outfit maintains the shape of her dress, but also gives her a pair of shorts and plain stockings. She owns some fishnet gloves, cutting off at the knuckles and a cat ear headband. The parasol she so iconically carries is black with white cat heads, and she uses it to close the classroom door, before pointing it at students that dare try to approach.

Most of the students are gone by this point, even Alya and Lila who are now free to move about. Still, she doesn’t want to settle for just any old people to serve as her trustworthy familiars - they have to be worthy, unlike that troubling Chat Noir. Her eyes fall on Juleka, and sure enough, the goth girl is now a part of her pack. Perhaps she believed Lila’s lies as well, but she was also Luka’s younger sister - she could afford to show a little mercy in her case. Not to mention that her outfit is already perfect for a familiar, so she just gains some cat-themed accessories.

The effects of Alya’s curse are to her benefit, though, Already, Bewitched sees her ushering everyone into the classroom. Honestly, did she think that would be an ideal location? From the look on her face, that doesn’t seem to be the case, but Bewitched isn’t complaining.

She commands her familiars to go forward.

An essential lesson in any form of martial art is self-control. Competitive matches could get heated, but a practitioner always held back a certain degree of power and force in their attacks. It was the difference between fierce competition and bloodsport.

Even as Riposte, Kagami has never wanted to throttle Adrien as violently as she does now, ignoring all of the rules of competition. The only thing holding her back at this point is Felix’s pointed glare at the clueless Agreste. And even that is only helping a little.

The three of them are panting furiously, trying not to gag at the odors radiating in the sewers. Her only wish at this point is for Luka to meet up with them, and for them to find all sort of shelter to come up with a plan to properly save Marinette.

But for now…

“Congratulations, Adrien Agreste,” Kagami scowls, “You’ve managed to make one of the kindest, most hard working girls in our entire school into the most vengeful akuma Hawkmoth has ever created. I thought Chloe Bourgeois was reckless with her bullying, but at least she attempted to change her ways. You on the other hand…”

“You’re on a whole new level of stupid,” Felix adds on, “Did you honestly think that Marinette was going to want your pushy, obsessive behavior in a relationship? You know better than anyone that she hates bullies.”

“I’m not a bully!” he objects.

“Oh? Then what would you call yourself then? A hero? No, I don’t think you’re worthy of that title anymore,” Kagami barks, “You know if it were my decision to make, you wouldn’t even have that ring anymore.”

His eyes widened. Even Felix couldn’t contain his surprise at the statement, his hands shaking.

“You mean to say… that this obsessive, entitled doormat of a human being… is Chat Noir?”

“Y-You’re not supposed to know that!” Adrien exclaims, “H-How did you-”

“I had my suspicions, but your reaction confirmed it. Not to mention, when Ladybug decided to take a break, her reasons and story was awfully familiar to Marinette’s,” she sighs, “That means you went to that journalist girl and made her write stories and articles trying to get you two to date…”

Oh god. Images of Marinette scrambling across the school yard, plastering fake smiles, attempting to keep her voice even and level, anxiously reading from her phone only to hide it from the three of them… screw keeping her composure, Kagami wants nothing less to vomit then and there. Just what the hell snapped in this kid’s mind to make him act out the way he did?

For a moment, she weighs the idea that maybe she might be at fault. Had she tried veering Adrien away from Marinette on the ice skating date, might this all have been averted?

No, she reminds herself. It doesn’t matter the reason for his obsessive behavior. It’s still wrong. She glances over at Felix to remind herself of that. He’d point out just how irrational that all was.

Neither her nor Marinette were responsible for this temper tantrum .

She’s not sure how he managed to do it, but Luka has somehow managed to find them in the sewers, and leaps over to them. He’s completely winded, and Kagami can’t help but wonder just how far he had to run to get here. The fact that he made it here so quickly too doesn’t do much to ease her anxieties, either.

“What did I miss?” he asks in between breaths.

“Apparently, Mr. Model Behavior here is actually Chat Noir,” Felix scowls, “And not only has been playing the part of the Nice Guy to Marinette as a civilian, but also as a so-called hero. Hence, our current situation.”

Luka is one of the softest, most gentle souls Kagami has ever known. From time to time, she teases him about this, and her and Felix would refer to Luka and Marinette as cotton candy or marshmallows for their sweet and silly behavior.

But Luka once admitted to having a bit more impulsive, and angry side. This was as a result of him having problems using the right words to speak. He often kept this in check through meditation and his music. When he felt like screaming, he listened to Jagged Stone or heavier music and just let it all out. He worked hard to keep it under control and Kagami never would have suspected his problem unless he told her about it.

The flash of anger that races across his eyes is still a surprise to her.

“What the hell were you thinking, Adrien?”

“Woah, take it easy there-”

Luka slamming his hand across the wall is enough to make them all collectively jump. “Shut the hell up. Don’t tell me what to do. You didn’t take it easy on Marinette when you decided to ruthlessly pursue her into being your girlfriend. You remember that day at the ice rink?” The scowl in the back of his voice starts to dissipate a bit. Kagami can’t help but wonder if Luka is actually on the verge of tears from everything. “I told Marinette to go after you, not because I wanted her to, but because I thought it would make her happy. I cared about her a lot, but I knew for a fact that she wasn’t mine to control. Knowing that you went out of your way to hurt her for your own selfish purposes…” he looks away, his voice faltering, “Damn, you really know how to sicken a guy.”

“You’re just jealous that she confessed to me and not you,” Adrien retorts.

“As I recall,” Felix interrupts, “ You rejected her. It seems you were only interested in her once you found out she was Ladybug.”

Luka lifts his face up and regards Adrien with an even harder glare. “What?”

“Enough,” Kagami scowls, rubbing her temples. After this entire situation was fixed, she was going to get herself a nice pot and a half of tea to alleviate the headache she was going to have. “This isn’t going to get us anywhere. Adrien,” she spits, regarding him with a cold glare, “You and I will go and get Chloe. Luka and Felix, I’m leaving this with you.” From her inside jacket pocket, she pulls out the snake miraculous, “Only use it if you have to. See if you can calm Marinette down from her emotional state.”

“I should be the one to go to Marinette,” Adrien mutters, trying to get away.

“Marinette is looking to give you the worst curse she can muster,” Kagami points out, “Going in without backup is the dumbest idea you have, and you’ve had plenty of those today.” The boy has the nerve to pout, but she fights back the urge to retort any further. “Luka… are you going to be alright?”

His eyes are closed, and he lets out a breath. She knows that later he’ll probably be blasting Jagged over the Seine, but with Felix gently touching his shoulder, Luka sighs and let’s it go. “I’ll be fine. If we can just help Marinette... “

“We’ll manage something,” Felix says assuredly, “Hurry up and get Queen Bee. We’re going to need all of the help we can get.”

Longg and Tikki pop out of her pocket, only giving her a silent nod of agreement. With everyone on the same page, the two groups split up, and Kagami only hoped that Chloe managed to keep herself hidden away from Bewitched.

#miraculous ladybug #ml salt #ml salt fic #nice guy adrien #nice guy adrien au #nice guy adrien the musical #adrien salt #alya salt #akumanette #akumatized marinette #chameleon salt

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littlemonstersau-blog · 5 years

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The Feels Awaken, Part 3: A New Hope (for Friendship)

Written by @jkl-fff, illustrated by me

PART I - PART II [Interlude] - PART III - PART IV [Interlude] - PART V [FINAL] (you are here)

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A new day dawned then waxed then began to wane, but Ford and Bill hardly noticed. A manic, obsessive energy (plus an unhealthy amount of coffee and sugar) kept them focused throughout their self-appointed task. Such is often the case for the kind of people who feel the need to write to right a wrong in the world. Not all heroes wear capes, after all; some wear turtlenecks and trenchcoats, some wear paper-based clones of teenage boys produced through unholy abominations of SCIENCE!.

… For that matter, not all heroes are particularly heroic; some are morally ambiguous straddlers of the line between antihero and antivillain, some are demonic chaos gods who (quite frankly) still wonder how in the 79 Hells they found themselves in this position.

In the end, though it did take more than the one night, they still finished in just over 16 hours. The plot outline came in at just over 18 pages, which they tidily stacked together on the table and declared to be more than adequate … before passing out on the carpet. Facefirst.

When Bill next regained consciousness, he was in his attic bed and morning light was streaming through the window. His mouth tasted like an abandoned prison for criminally insane chalk and his head felt like the internal turmoil of a buzzsaw having an existential crisis. It was a pain that was anything but hilarious; it was the sugared caffeine hangover equivalent of nuclear fallout … Mouthwash fixed the first problem. The second took an adult dosage of aspirin, a lot of water, and deliberate manipulation of many of the clonesuit’s normally automatic processes for a full eight minutes. And even then, not completely.

“Guess I can’t pilot one of these things through 36+ hours of no sleep on a gallon of coffee … Not if I wanna be able to still maneuver it the next day without crashing every ten feet into a wall or the floor, at least,” he grumbled to himself. “Major design flaw … Can’t believe they got evolutionarily approved for mass production with such weak durability …”

Downstairs in the kitchen, Stan greeted him jovially enough. “Stancakes are up, and so are you, it seems. How you feelin’ today?”

“Honestly, confused,” Bill graveled, his clonesuit throat still raw. “I can get longterm possession of a meatbag leading to me—y’know, the real me—developing emotions and physical cravings and other … gross, brain-mush junk like that. Neurochemistry is basically just an addictive habit, like how people respond to hearing the question ‘What is love?’—”

“Baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me no more,” Stan mumbled automatically.

“Exactly. But what I don’t get is why the real me is also feeling this coffee and sugar hangover. No joke: I tried leaving my clonesuit to get away from it, but it followed me. How is that fair? And, yeah, existence isn’t fair,” Bill interjected before Stan automatically could. “But still …”

Like the benevolent and experienced sage he was (more or less), Stan chuckled to himself. Then, laying a companionable arm around Bill’s shoulders, he leaned in and whispered the truth as grimly as Death itself, “You can outrun your sins, but you can never outrun a hangover.”

“W-wha?”

“Some say if you never stop drinkin’, it’ll never catch up with you. But they are fools. Sooner or later, all things must sleep—sooner or later, all who drink must suffer.”

“Uh … K-kinda freakin’ me out here.” Bill tried to lean away, but Stan’s hold was inescapable. “And, just sayin’, I’m kinda responsible for making most of the 79 Hells as freaky as they are.”

“Heed my warning, child.”

“I’m heeding! I’m heeding! Elder Gods, Stan, the only one who’s supposed to give people nightmares around here is me …”

Straightening up, Stan went back to the stove to continue what passed for cooking with him. “Once you’re done eatin’, by the way, I gotta plate for you to take down to Ford. He prob’ly needs some food and water more ‘n you do.”

Between mouthfuls of food, Bill said, “Yeah, sure … You seen what we wrote, by the way?”

“Yeah. It’s not bad at all. I’d def’nitely go see movies like that. Might even pay my own money for it, too. Heh … Even Soos admitted the storylines are better. Haven’t seen him that downcast ‘bout anything in a while, either. Looked as painful for him as cutting out his own kidney. Might have to do something nice for him soon just to make up for it,” Stan added to himself.

“Huh … Yeah, maybe …” Bill chewed on his breakfast, almost starting to maybe feel guilty. Then, when he finished, he put his dishes in the sink, picked up what was meant for Ford, and took it down to the lab.

Ford, as usual, was at his desk. He was hunched over with a pen, which was also fairly usual. However, and this was very unusual, all his notes and Journals had been pushed into a corner—neatly stacked, but well out of the way. Close to hand, as if for quick reference, was actually their Cosmos Conflicts storyline.

Bill cleared his throat. “Brought some breakfast for ya from Stan.” He set it on the desk, but away from any of the papers (just in case). “How you feeling? I woke up with a caffeine hangover I couldn’t escape even when I left my body. Er, clonsuit. Whatever. Same dif.”

“… I didn’t really sleep very deeply,” Ford eventually replied, his voice as hoarse as Bill’s. “Ergo, I can’t really say I woke up with such a hangover, but I’m suffering one all the same.”

“Yeesh, that sucks. Taken anything? Had some water and some food? That helped me.”

“Some water and aspirin, yes, though I’m not sure I could keep much food down … I suppose I ought to try, anyway.”

“If you feel more rotten than a two-week-old apple core, why are you working?” Bill asked, sliding the plate closer.

“I’m not really working, per se,” Ford answered guiltily. “Just … sketching. Some stuff. For what we came up with.”

Bill’s eyes lit up with interest. “Ooo! Really? Can I see? Please?”

For a moment, Ford’s jaw worked. As though trying to control himself.

“It’s okay,” Bill said hurriedly, though unable to fully contain his disappointment. “I get it. I’ll leave you al—”

A couple pages’ worth of images (some rough sketches, some little more than absent doodles, and some rather intricate and detailed) were thrust at the Demon. “Here. Can’t see any harm in you looking at them, anyway, so …” Ford mumbled. Without looking up, he cut in to his food. “Was just doing this since I’m too awake and restless to just not do anything, but too … wooly in the head, I suppose you could say, to do any productive work.”

Bill poured over them, delighting in the imaginative whimsy of them. Most were of characters from the prequels, though with distinctive touches—touches reflecting their own collaboration (such as Otherkin in a stained pilot’s attire, Imdolledupa aiming ruthlessly with a blaster, and Jelived Knights wearing a different style of clothing from Jelived Sentinels or Jelived Healers). But some were very different, especially among the doodles. “Ha! You made a Soos Wookie!”

Ford couldn’t resist smiling. “Soosbacca. Co-pilot to Stan Solo.”

“In their spaceship, the Mystery Falcon, right? Is Melody a Wookie, too?”

“Huh … That’s not a bad idea, actually. I was having a hard time seeing how to fit her in, since she isn’t really the Princess Leia type.”

“But Mabel and—pff!—Dipper are?” Bill snorted, pointing to where they were both sketched with the iconic braids wrapping around their ears. “Both of them together?”

“Well, they’re also both Luke, since I couldn’t really pick who fit which roll better.”

“Two sets of the twins running around, huh?” Bill murmured, though he was really thinking about two Dippers (and they weren’t running around, either—they were very much not running). “… And Wendy’s Lando, I see. Am I Yoda, since I’m the most triangular or everybody, and the right size?”

“Uh …” Ford hesitated.

“Pff, it’s alright, I can already see 3PO and R2 are both me.”

Lamely, the Weirdologist explained, “Because you’re shiny. That’s the extent of the logic.”

“You gonna do any more sketches?”

“Assuming I can keep breakfast down, probably,” Ford said around a mouthful. “It’s … distracting. And fun. And relaxing, too. Helps to pass the time on a down day like this.”

“Um … M-mind if I stay and watch? Please?” Bill almost begged. “Y’know how much I love watching you meatbags make art.”

“… Oh, fine,” Ford relented. Because what was the harm in being nice to the Demon? Ford didn’t have to trust him for that. “Just don’t make any noise. My head aches enough as it is.”

Bill mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key before pulling up a chair and settling himself comfortably beside Ford. The only time he broke his silence after that was to ask Ford if he wanted more water, and to assert that the others would get a kick out of seeing these sketches (“especially Soos … the Twins, too, though we’d have to text ‘em a photo of ‘em, or mail the whole project to ‘em to see …”).

All in all, it turned out to be a rather nice day for both of them together.

#little monsters au #the feels awaken #bipper #stanford #bill cipher #writing #fanfiction #please excuse the dopey ass looking star wars sketches #also omfg this is finished finallyyyy #submission

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dragonnan · 5 years

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Mega Multi-Fandom Rec List Part 2

DISCLAIMER!!!

I will miss certain people; probably a lot of people. It’s inevitable. 3 reasons. I haven’t read every fic in every fandom. 2, I haven’t managed to bookmark every fic out there. 3, I am not involved with every fandom. The fandoms in my list are the ones I personally and currently am involved in which have enough fics to rec that they are worth the time linking below.

So bear with me.

4-ish - I tend to cling pretty tight to both hurt/comfort (whump) as well as canon. I’m not hugely into romance save for maybe 1 or two couples and, again, I lean hard on whatever is either canon or VERY strongly implied OTP. I don’t rec porn (nothing against it I just avoid it when it comes to anything that might have an underage audience).

Finally, anything I rec that may contain triggering subject matter I will tag as well as I can so heed the warnings where appropriate!

Note: I have also included some of my work below. For a complete collection of my stories you can find them at the following links: dragonnan’s Psych fics dragonnan’s A03 fics

Sherlock (BBC)

Gen

Redemption by sgam76 The Knight Shift by dragonnan for tunes84 5 Times Sherlock wanted his big brother to carry him + 1 time he wouldn't admit it by SailorChibi Scenes From Recovery by maryagrawatson for Boton Cold Comfort by maryagrawatson An Act Of Rebellion by afteriwake for GlowingMechanicalHeart, Dreamin The Precipice by takethesky87 Road to Freedom by Ariane_DeVere English as a Foreign Language by standbygo Proportionate Response by babydrache Landscape With The Fall Of Icarus by CaitlinFairchild (Warning: Rape/non-con) Recorded by Morgan_Stuart (Warnings: Torture, Implied Character Deaths) I've Got You Now by ready_to_kick_some_ass No Flowers by GraceHolmes An Interesting Puzzle by awanderingbard When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart Idle Gossip by Arnie Extraction by Basser Flinch by Salr323 Trust Thy Doctor by becausemycroft (Unfinished) Of Monsters by Basser Dangerous Mould by Benfan Never That Easy by Kerkerian No Incentive So Great by thisprettywren You Were Never Supposed To Leave by Ballykissangel (Character Death - Not Sherlock or John) No More Miracles by whitchry9 (Major Character Death) Appearances Can Be Deceiving by SailorChibi (Warning: Rape/non-con) The Most Awful Thing by whitchry9 Wrong by impulsereader Triage by Morgan_Stuart Lessons Learned by Morgan_Stuart Croatia-Water-Blue by hollyesque (Warning: Rape/non-con) Hopeless Wanderer by Cyane (orphan_account) The Triple Bluff by SarahKnight Something Broken by GhyllWyne Fractured by radculas Constantly by thesignsofserbia In Arduis Fidelis by Salr323 Rule of Law by thesignsofserbia Sound of Silence by SailorChibi Never Have I Ever by awanderingbard Lost for Words by awanderingbard Fallout by Salr323 Following On by Loopy456 Oubliette by CherryBlossomTide Unforgettable by tenderly_wicked A Cure for the Final Problem by Saasan (Major Character Death) He's Had This Nightmare Before by mirroredLife he Holiday by Scriblit (Warning: Rape/non-con) Paying Back by Dayja Harmless Things by J_Baillier It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip Comatose by Sparkypip Everything Will Be Okay by great_big_worm (Warning: Rape/non-con) Seek Out The Unworthy by squire The Shallow End by hollyesque War Crimes by mossologist (Warning: Rape/non-con) Illation by hollyesque Crushing Fears by Amaya_Ramiel Pressure by Tammany Unthinkable by Lindentreeisle (Captainblue) (Warning: Rape/non-con) A Smelly Affair by dioscureantwins for Yitzock Do Your Research by dioscureantwins for CherryBlossomTide (Child Abuse) Proxy by CherryBlossomTide (Child Abuse) Pipe Song by Mistress_Siana (Warning: Rape/non-con | Violence) It's Not The Violin by copperbadge The Tiger and the Shark by dragonnan (Warning: Rape/non-con)

Sherlolly

Down and Shaking When I Think I Lose by satin_doll for OhAine, GettingOverGreta A New Project by rachel614 (orphan_account) Sherlollipops - Til Death by MizJoely Everything and More by rachel614 (orphan_account) I've Learned to Lose You by Ukthxbye for Writingwife83 These Scars We Kiss by rachel614 (orphan_account) (Warning: Includes discussions of self-harm) A Vicious Motivator by darnedchild The Shadow of What Will Be by versarilaetus The Last Meal by theSapphireSky The Healing of Sherlock Holmes by honeycakes Insomnia by katiebuttercup Chasing Paradise by Chibiness87 It's My Party by Mouse9 The Adventure of the Left Shoe by Jolie_Black TMI (Too Much Information) by GarudaDreamsOfRain Handsome In Her Eyes by afteriwake Little Bird by Caffeine_faerie The Price of Sentiment by Mouse9 The Admirer by howterrifying Dial M for Molly by dragonnan

More Sherlolly recs can be found HERE

Series

Scheherezade ‘verse, A Felicitous Natal Celebration, and With a Little Help From My Friends Series’ by sgam76: Sherlock is home, he and John are returning to cases, and all’s right with the world–right? But a series of minor mishaps and injuries makes two things very clear to his friends and family: first, Sherlock’s time away wasn’t the grand adventure everyone has assumed it was; and second, that time has left Sherlock with a legacy that’s bleeding into his life today. Sherlock is Not Okay, and it’s not going away.

NOTE: These stories are not written in the order with which they occur. They are all part of the same universe and dovetail amongst one another. You can read them in whatever order you which - though I strongly advise beginning with Scheherezade as nothing else will quite make sense without that history.

A Felicitous Natal Celebration - Past fic

A Felicitous Natal Celebration Excursions and Alarums First Things First All Along the Watchtower TLS and the Sloane Ranger Happy Not Happy Christmas

Scheherezade ‘verse Scheherezade A Pox on All Your Houses Interlude in December - Note: Part 3 is a chapter taken from the org fic and posted as a one-shot. [PodFic] Scheherezade by DefinitelyNotPie, sgam76 A Long Walk Down a Dusty Road These Old Shades Larceny, Lawlessness and Opium - Note: These events take place sometime during the ORG story

With a Little Help From My Friends - future fic With a Little Help From My Friends Aftermath

Reset Universe Series by maryagrawatson: After dealing with the Moriarty threat, Sherlock was still sent on his mission... Eleven Months Reset (Warning: Rape/non-con referenced as well as Attempted Rape) Cracked

Sherlock Holmes (RDJ Movies)

Alive by Sharmain The Case Of The Drowning Evidence by StarkRogers Ability, Neutralized by PeaceHeather Buried Alive by drjohnhwatson Identifying the Ripper by WayWardWonderer (More of a Classic Doyle Style) Eloquence in Motion by donutsweeper Damage by ancalime8301 A Most Belligerent Patient by kayliemalinza Associations by ancalime8301 A Matter of Precaution by moogsthewriter

Psych

Never could get the hang of Tuesdays by Liviapenn Snail Mail Sucks - Next Time, Send Me a Text by SydneyWoo I See Your Hubris...and I'll Raise You Fifty by SydneyWoo And Then The World Blew Up by SydneyWoo (Minor Character Death) Shall We Play a Game? by JR88fan Testing, Testing, One, Two, Ouch! by PapayaK This is not the Karma You're Looking For by eideann The Ticket by Kirei Latent by InsaneTrollLogic (Major Character Death) Exposed by Syncop8ed Rhythm

A Very Risky Proposition by aakira Chest Pains by AmeliaReddy The Last Man At The End Of The World by watanuki_sama A Whisper to the Living by Xparrot (Major Character Death) Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth by dragonnan (Warnings for Blood/Gore and Horror) You Say My Brain's Bleeding Like It's a Bad Thing by Kansas42 Stuck in an Office with You by PeterPanic Hostage Taking 101 by Syncop8ed Rhythm The Shassiter Friendship Club by NoirCat Suffer the Night by dragonnan Giving Shelter to Midnight Ramblers by JR88fan Happy Halloween by NoirCat Fathers and Sons Felonious and Otherwise by Okapi Grace by Silence Statement Time by NoirCat I Don't Know How to Say Goodbye by Psychrulz (Major Character Death) Or Is It Trust? by windscryer (Crossover w/ SPN) Father Figures by Kirei You Give Me Fever by dragonnan Shawn and the Friendly Neighborhood Stalker by Nixa Jane I Would Do Anything for Love; Even That by dragonnan for mortma1984 Lingering Chill by s_c (Major Character Death) Metal So Strong Doesn't Last Very Long by Sky Pad An Almost World by Oldach Dreaming (Major Character Death) Obsession by dragonnan Through Moonbeams Softly by brightblue All Nighter by dragonnan The Seed of Doubt by Collegekid06 The Five Stages of Henry Spencer by Collegekid06 101. Dead Man's Float by MusicalLuna Fun in the Woods with Buzz McNabb by centipede Don't Eat the Crab by Raych Better Off Decapitated by dragonnan

More Psych recs can be found HERE

Series

Fractures Series by VampKira: (Warnings for Child Abuse, Rape/Incest, Violent Disturbing Imagery, and Horror) The fun filled saga of the Spencer men’s warped family dynamic and dragging their friends, co-workers, and acquaintances along for the ride. Fractures (Part 1) Corpses, Curses, and Cops, Oh My (Part 2) Scars (Part 3) (Incomplete)

What’s The Chance? Series by lapsus_calami: The bad guy from their recent case forces Shawn and Gus to play a game of Russian Roulette. It’s about as fun as it sounds. Which is to say not fun at all. There’s A Sixteen Percent Chance That At Least One Of Us Is Going To Die (Part 1) There's A Thirty Two Percent Chance That At Least One Of Us Will Need Therapy (Part 2)

A *Really* Dangerous Mind Series by Psychrulz: Everyone knows Shawn has a tendency to get distracted. When he misses a clue and a murderer almost gets away, Chief Vick has had enough. She orders Shawn to get help and fix the problem- or else. Naturally, nothing with Shawn is ever that simple. When the fix turns out to be worse than the problem, the lives of his entire team are put in danger. A Bitter Pill (Part 1) Pitch Black (Part 2)

Moonlighting Series by Redwolffclaw: Psych/Moonlight Crossover Series - Shawn meets vampire Private Eye Mick St. John in this series where Shawn has to learn to live unlife as a newly turned vampire. Who knew being a vampire, psychic, consultant, detective, boyfriend, and best friend would be so hard? No Such Thing As Psychics (Part 1) 12:04 Wake Up Call (Part 1.5) Out of the Past, and Into the Fire (Part 2) Love Lasts Forever, but Sanity Has a Shelf Life (Part 3) Click- To Catch A Vampire (Part 4) Hard To Believe It Will Be Okay Series by silverluna: Carlton Lassiter is having a horribly bad day, and it’s only going to get worse. Hard To Believe It Will Be Okay (Part 1) Where Do We Go From Here? (Part 2) The Spencers of Santa Barbara Series by JR88fan : When Uncle Jack comes to town, one thing is certain: life won’t be boring. This particular visit is no exception. Throw in some video games, a treasure hunt, a case of benitoite gemstones worth millions, and a pair of sinister brothers who will stop at nothing to acquire those gemstones, and the Spencer men quickly find themselves in over their heads. The Spencers of Santa Barbara: The Curse of Benitoite (Part 1) Jack and Jill Went Up the Hill (Part 2)

A Road Through Abbadon Series by Am_I_Zombie: (Warnings for Major Character Deaths, Violent Disturbing Imagery, and Horror) Shawn Spencer works out his place in a rapidly changing environment. It is apocalypse season after all. A Road Through Abbadon (Part 1) A Funny Thing Happened On the Way Into Hell (Part 2) A Rest Stop at the Edge of Madness (Part 3) (incomplete)

Choose It Or Lose It Series by Texasartchick: Lassiter’s dream comes true when he accidentally obtains indisputable evidence that Shawn is a fake. Fortunately for Shawn and Gus, Lassie doesn’t know what he has yet, sparking a desperate race against time. Can our dynamic duo sneak the evidence away from Lassiter before he discovers that he literally holds control over the future of Psych - and possibly Shawn’s freedom - in his hands? Choose It Or Lose It (Part 1) It Can Happen (Part 2) Stir Crazy (Part 3) This Stalker Thing Kind Of Sucks (Part 4) The Ties That Bind (Part 5) Helmets Not Included (Part 6) The Spencer Syndrome (Part 7) A Very BAMF! Lassie Fic (Part 8) Night of the Rodentia (Part 9) (Unfinished)

Doctor Who

Creature Fear by goodbye2pisces (Tenth Doctor) Xeno by Laurawrzz (Tenth Doctor) Then My Mind Went Dark by the_magpie (Tenth Doctor) (Warning: Rape/non-con) How to Live by misscam (Tenth Doctor) A Coward Dies A Thousand Times by sashet (Tenth Doctor) let the echo shake it all apart by sequence_fairy (Tenth Doctor) (Warning: Rape/non-con) Time With Mother by Laurawrzz (Tenth Doctor) A Step in the Right Direction by flutterflap (Tenth Doctor) Voiceless by Veldeia (Tenth Doctor) Beneath the Midnight Sky by HiddenTreasures for badwolfrun (Tenth Doctor) Novi et Veteris by IuvenesCor (Twelfth Doctor) Spinach Shock by Goldy, mrv3000 (Tenth Doctor) Were He Not Romeo Called by Butterfly (Tenth Doctor) The Devil You Know by rosa_acicularis (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) Canvassing the Limits of Domesticity by Queen of the Castle (queen_of_the_castle_77) (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) The Difference by themuslimbarbie (Duplicate Tenth Doctor) The Old Have Bad Dreams by kashinoha (Eleventh Doctor) Transfixion by tardisjournal (Eleventh Doctor) Family Emergency by sahiya (Eleventh Doctor) Vacation, Interrupted by shyday (Tenth Doctor) What Is Essential by eve11 (Eleventh Doctor) Let Her Under Your Skin, Into Your Heart by starlingnight (Eleventh Doctor) Balance of Power by eve11 (Eleventh Doctor)

Part 1: MCU - Iron Man, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Avengers

#fanfic recs #misc fanfic recs #Sherlock #Psych #Doctor Who

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e350tb · 5 years

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Steven Universe: Marooned Together - Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

A lot can change in five years.

New Earth grew every day - for the first time, proper buildings, built from proper materials looted from Homeworld’s abandoned colonies across the universe, had sprung up. There was the hospital, four storeys tall, vibrant with white electric and blue-green neon lights (nothing particularly new, but of much greater quality than what existed at the Diamond’s Lament.) The Museum of Earth had moved to a bigger, more permanent building after the find on the swamp world ,as well as a few other successful recovery missions since. There was even permanent housing going up, replacing the old shacks and shanties. The streets were being paved, the lights no longer flickered on occasion - the time of scavenging and making-do was finally coming to an end.

It was giving way to a new age of uncertainty.

Captain Franks was determined to expand the human resistance. New uniforms were being rolled out - a standard grey jumpsuit, augmented with body armour and a helmet that was longer at the back, covering the ears. Recruitment was being handled by Commander Lewis, who pulled heavily from the young humans of New Earth; the ones who didn’t remember their old homeworld, whose minds could be filled with stirring tales of human culture and wisdom.

What Franks didn’t know, of course, was that she augmented these teachings with a faint hint of human exceptionalism. Franks believed he was getting soldiers. He was actually receiving fanatics, something he would have noticed, had he bothered to check. But he didn’t mingle with the ranks; he was too busy trying to dream the next big strategy to fight back against Homeworld. He was completely oblivious to his growing cohort of underlings who hated, hated gems - and weren’t impressed by his soft stance towards them.

Garnet was doing very well for herself these days - she had one of the first apartments on New Earth, although she was often away. Sometimes she went on her own scavenging voyages; others she joined Amethyst’s crew in pirate raids. Sometimes she even helped Simon out at the Diamond’s Lament, or ran errands for Jeff. Often, she simply chilled. It was a pretty good life.

And yet, she saw darkness ahead.

Today, she stood next to Peedee and Blue Pearl as the Human Resistance marched by, band playing and boots stomping on the dark-blue tarmac-like surface of the street. The small groups of gems and humans that watched them march by regarded them with suspicion, even fear, but the Resistance marched regardless; for most of them, this was a show of force. Take note gems; our time will come.

“Dickheads.”

Peedee’s whisper was quiet and venomous. It also wasn’t an uncommon sentiment. With the exception of Franks, who either could not or chose not to see the behaviour of the underlings, the people of New Earth knew exactly what sort of person marched before them.

“And Jeff lets them march,” replied Garnet, crossing her arms.

“He has to,” replied Peedee, “They’re the biggest defence force we have, even though they’re next to useless. If Homeworld comes, we’ll need ‘em. Jeff wants to set up community defences, though; some kind of, I dunno, Home Guard?”

“I’m worried,” Blue Pearl said softly, “That they may be getting out of hand.”

“Me too, Bloop,” replied Peedee warily, “Me too.”

Garnet said nothing, her face set in a deep frown as she watched the last line of troops pass by. One soldier turned his head, and their eyes briefly met.

It took a lot to unsettle Garnet. The contempt in that man’s eyes was just enough to do so.

“...aaaand… done.”

Stevonnie stepped back, casually tossing the old bucket to the side as they inspected the sandcastle they and Lapis had built.

It had been a long time since they’d had a mission, and if they were honest, Stevonnie had enjoyed the break. While they didn’t regret helping Amethyst with pirate raids, scavenging about with Jenny and the other extraction teams, or keeping Captain Franks from getting himself killed, the little moments they spent with Lapis on their island were often the most special.

Now was one such time. They had spent the morning building a sandcastle with an old bucket and spade. Stevonnie had built the castle proper - Lapis had manipulated water to ensure the sand was just damp enough to stick, as well as filling moats and waterwork around the structure. The end result was quite nice - a moated castle with a few little streams running through it, centred on a big, multi turreted keep in the middle.

“There we go,” declared Stevonnie, “Castello de la Lazuli is finished!”

“Castello de la Lazuli?” quizzed Lapis, “Not Stevonnie?”

“Nah, nah,” replied Stevonnie, “See that tower?” They pointed to a particularly tall one. “That’s where Princess Lapis Lazuli lives. She’s been locked in there by an evil prince called… uh… Prince Kevin.”

“You really don’t like the name ‘Kevin’, do you?”

“Nope!” said Stevonnie cheerfully.

Lapis nodded, crossing her arms.

“I don’t get it,” she said, “Why doesn’t Princess Lapis control the moat water to make a giant fist and punch her way out?”

“Uh, um…” Stevonnie snapped their fingers. “A terrible curse! Kevin hired a fearsome wizard called… called Marty to enchant Princess Lapis so that she couldn’t do that, and… and so she could never walk away from the castle, or she’d fall asleep forever!”

“Sucks to be her,” said Lapis, “So how does she get out?”

“There’s a bold knight!” replied Stevonnie excitedly, “And their name is Stevonnie! And they go on a quest to free Princess Lapis from the spell! And, uh, they have their noble friends; Lady Peridot, the Dread Pirate Amethyst… uh… Garnet, who’s too cool to have a label…”

“Makes sense.”

“Anyway, they make it to the castle, and they fight this huge dragon!” continued Stevonnie, “But then it turns out the dragon only wants to make friends, so Garnet teaches it the power of friendship and love. And then Stevonnie enters the castle and fights King Kevin…”

“Wasn’t he a prince?”

“He promoted himself. Anyway, there’s this big fight, and Stevonnie stabs him in the spleen…”

Stevonnie mimed a stabbing motion.

“...and they go up the tower to Princess Lapis,” they continued, “And they’re there - the, uh, the moon’s shining in the window, and… um…”

They ran a hand over the back of their head.

“I… uh… didn’t think of how to end this,” they said, “I mean, how do you break a curse, right? You, uh, you gotta… um…”

They blushed, clearing their throat.

“...you know, I’ll work it out later,” they shrugged, “Point is, day is saved. Everyone lives happily ever after.”

“Wish our lives were like that,” muttered Lapis.

“Hey.”

Stevonnie put their hands on Lapis’ shoulders and smiled.

“Maybe we’re just still on the way there?”

There was a long silence, save for the sound of the light breeze on the beach. Stevonnie’s face felt hot - must be sunburn, they thought - and yet there seemed to be a strange tension in the air, one they couldn’t quite pin down…

“Stevonnie! Lapis! Y-y-you-I-they need you on New Earth!”

Stevonnie turned, watching Lenny scurry down the beach from the direction of the warp pad. They couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of… disappointment? Why, they couldn’t fathom.

“What is it, Lenny?” they asked.

“W-w-we found an in… an installation!” replied Lenny, “Ye-Yellow Diamond. Could be weapons plans! Amethyst and Franks are organising a r-raid!”

“You mean Amethyst’s organising a raid and Franks is getting in the way,” said Lapis dryly.

“I… yeah,” nodded Lenny, “Any-anyway, they want you to c-come over for a briefing, i-i-if you’re not in the middle of something or anything!”

“I…”

Stevonnie looked down at the sandcastle, up at Lapis and then finally back towards Lenny. They felt themself deflate for just a moment, but again, they couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

“...sure thing, Lenny,” they said at last, “Lead the way.”

The briefing took place on the bridge of Franks’ flagship, the Lawrence - a place that could be described as overwhelmingly, depressingly grey. To say it was monochromatic would have been too kind; it was three-dimensionally bleak. The interior looked not unlike a submarine: dark, covered in red buttons and glowing screens, and more than a little claustrophobic.

Franks was seated in his captain’s chair, Commander Lewis poised dutifully to one side. Stevonnie waved as they’d entered - if looks could kill, the one Lewis shot their way would have obliterated them at an atomic level. Amethyst, Peridot, Lenny, Garnet, Jeff and Jenny sat around the conference table, looking over a crudely drawn map of a star system.

“Stevonnie, Lapis,” nodded Franks, “Take a seat.”

They did as they were bid, and Amethyst stood up.

“Alright, here’s the sitch,” she said, “Jenny found a new space station Ol’ Yeller’s building in one of her mining systems. Some kind of weapons lab or something, maybe. Anyway, we sent it to some of the ‘Dots on New Earth to analyse. Lenny?”

Lenny stood up, biting her lip nervously before beginning.

“Th… uh… C got a little t-team going,” she said, “Uh, Peridot-RFD, P-Peridot E Cut…”

“Get on with it,” snapped Lewis.

“Hey, these Peris deserve credit!” replied Amethyst.

“We’re planning a mission, not giving participation trophies to a bunch of little green…”

“Commander Lewis, that’ll be sufficient,” interrupted Franks, before Amethyst could disembowel the commander, “Continue?”

“Y-yes, th-th-thank you,” said Lenny, “I-I-I b-believe the s-s-station is a… is a platform to r-research bi-biological and geoweaponry. L-like… like…”

“Like the Cluster,” said Stevonnie, their tone grim.

There was a long silence, and the air coalesced into something thicker, an impossibly heavy vapor that was near-suffocating.

“Y-yes,” replied Lenny, “Like the Cluster.”

“Which is why we have to blow this thing to hell,” said Amethyst, pounding her fist into her palm, “And as badass as most of us are-” She glanced ever so briefly to Franks and Lewis, “...we’re gonna need some help. So we’re bringing in the HR.”

Lapis rolled her eyes, and Stevonnie fought the urge to chuckle - thankfully, Franks didn’t seem to have caught that.

“The Lawrence and the Crystal Avenger will keep Homeworld’s fleet assets busy,” said Franks, “Using the following battle strategy, our ships will…”

“Did he really just say fleet assets?” Lapis whispered as Franks carried on in the background, “What even are those?”

“Ships, I think,” Stevonnie whispered.

“Well why doesn’t he just say that?”

“I think he thinks it makes him sound smarter.”

“...which should divert the attention of their battlewagons,” finished Franks, “Garnet?”

“We’ll come aboard in two teams,” said Garnet, “Jenny and I will sabotage the chemical storage lab, while Stevonnie and Lapis will destroy their record files. The HR will cover the shuttle bays so that we can escape when we’re done.”

“If I may,” Lewis butted in, her face set into a frown, “I don’t believe the HR should be used to babysit some-”

“You may not, Lewis,” grunted Jeff, “One more thing; if you find any evidence of non-gem captives in Yellow Diamond’s possession, we need to know. Anyone we can save, you know?”

“Got it, Jeff,” said Stevonnie, “We’ll keep an eye out.”

“Very good,” said Franks, “We’ll sail in twenty-four hours. Dismissed.”

He got up, marching out of the room with Franks at his heels. For a few moments, Amethyst stared after him.

“Dude knows we hadn’t actually finished, right?” she asked.

She shrugged and turned around.

“Okay, one more thing, guys,” she said, “Peridot?”

“A couple of our scavengers have seen an unidentified object that occasionally approaches New Earth, but then immediately turns around,” said Peridot, “It could be a Homeworld scout.”

“Or it could just be a UFO,” shrugged Jenny.

“It’s unidentified, it’s by very definition a UFO,” said Peridot testily.

“Yeah, but it could be-”

“It is not the Roswell Aliens!” shrieked Peridot.

Jenny chuckled, sitting back and crossing her arms.

“Whoever this is, we kinda wanna know who they are,” added Amethyst, “So they at least stop creeping on us or whatever they’re doing. So if you find any files about them on Yellow Diamond’s Biological Funtime Base, let us know.”

She got up.

“Okay,” she said, “Now you’re dismissed.”

The assembled gems and humans left the room, Stevonnie trailing at the back. Briefly, a scrap of graffiti carved into the table gave them pause.

PIRATE BITCH = NEW NECKLACE WHEN LEWIS TAKES OVER

They frowned deeply. They’d have to bring this up with Franks, and they resolved to do so as soon as they got back…

#steven universe #marooned together #stevonnie #lapis lazuli #garnet #peedee fryman #blue pearl #jeff #amethyst #peridot #jenny pizza #amedot #jeffdee

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unusdesilva · 6 years

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Meeting with the King

@camelotica

It has been a long time since the Sherwood heard the news of the young King Arthur or as everyone in the forest knew that little ‘Wart.’ For anyone who had been part of the Merry band of Robin Hood had met the young knight to be. Wearing boy clothing with no idea left or right how a bow could work till the great Robin took her under his wing. But no one has ever seen hide nor hair of Arturia many believing the new king had forgotten them.

Even if they had been close, it wouldn’t look good for a King to have such ties to such a rowdy band, and many still had crimes attached to their name. No respecting noble would ever want to taint their own image no matter his much merriment it brought them. The Merrymen were at the Blue Boar’s when the innkeeper told them news about Camelot and how that lad had settled into being a king with even knights.

One of the men took offense for the group, jeered almost bitterly as they received more news of the King, “Not even a small message or a mention, it’s like we don’t even exist! Bah, maybe we should just forget that Wart if doesn’t care about us even a bit. How cold can you be?”

“Exactly, Robin taught the lad everything he knew and not even a message about the coronation! Wart might even have found someone to marry bet you won’t even get an invitation to that.” Another lamented, many seeming quite upset instead of proud. Only because they have not heard from the ‘King’ for so long just to learn so much has happened.

"Shut up all of you!”

Robin snapped, eyes narrowed with rage and his men suddenly became silent for when he spoke they all made sure to listen. His hand gripping his drink with his face flushed glaring at the others at his side Little John stood not saying a thing. Knowing the ginger was the one hurting the most at being ignored by someone had considered a merrymen yet would never speak ill.

“Whether it is because we were forgotten or not I won’t allow any of you to bad mouth the king of Camelot. As they had still been our friend and part of the merrymen and we don’t know what has happened to them personally. So keep thy mouth shut least they wish to start a fight!” It was made clear this wasn’t up for discussion though it wasn’t like he was upset but he still had faith that the other did still care.

Looking into his Ale, he knew his men knew he was upset which is why they talked in such a way as if to say the king isn’t worth his friendship. Though he disagreed with such a sentiment even if every news made him wonder. Having taken the loss of contact quite personally even if won’t say such a thing out loud. Robin Wood chugs the drink without a word before he gets up, finally having enough to drink.

Dropping a bag of some gold onto the table, he shouts, “Innkeeper I’m done for the day, here’s the payment for my men that should be more than enough to allow them to drink themselves silly.

Without a word, the leader of them had left, while the innkeeper quickly snatched up the gold to count it even if knew Robin was a trusty soul it always paid to make sure. The man stepping out and Little John coming to follow him closely as that was his right hand. Robin in Lincoln Green lets out a small sigh as he steps out before looking back at Little John.

“I know the men mean no ill,” He starts as he had snapped quite coldly something he almost never does as it was his men who would do that for him, “But I been contemplating going off to meet with the King personally. For I worry about the king.”

He can see the look on Little John’s eyes and the man reacted as he expected as if about to try and convince him to rethink this. But the shorter male soon raised a hand, “No, I know what you are going to say and don’t think you can convince me to send you or anyone else. I have to go personally for if the King can’t recognize me then truly the time we shared meant nothing. But I believe I will be fine, while I’m gone you must be in charge. I will send a message of what happens but you are needed here, tell the men they are not to follow either. Send my apology to the missies as well for the sudden departure~”

Truly this seemed insane for a rogue with such a reputation even if is pardoned to go up to a fresh new king was insane. The Knights would likely chase him off before he can even get close to the king. But he wasn’t exactly planning to go without a disguise but he needed them to stay and be safe. “I will ready myself tonight and leave by morn to Camelot.”

It was a statement, no one can change his mind once it was set on something so Little John could only sigh. Wondering if this was a smart idea and if should reject the others wish and follow. Though knew better, it was Robin Hood after all and the man always succeeds no matter what.

Robin Wood had changed his attire, hiding his Lincoln green underneath on the outside he looked like a normal yeoman. Dressed up in Scarlet red hiding every hint that he is the rogue thief as he journeys to the kingdom that the Wart- or should he call the other King Arthur- resided. It was just the beginning of a kingdom yet it truly was lively and filled with life as he rides in on a horse he had snatched from some greedy fat abbot he looks around.

Casually selling off the horse for cheap to someone who desired it, he walked the rest of the way to the castle. Noting how they had open doors- Did this king allow peasants to seek an audience with them or was it simply a special time. He had no idea but he knew it only meant good news for him as it meant his chance of seeing the king was higher. With the gates open even if just for a day that was more then enough.

The sound of cheering and laughter certainly set the stage for how the Wart had dreamed of once. Robin couldn’t help but smile hearing whispers wondering if any of them were at all even aware of the ‘king’ other identity. Arturia Pendragon though seemed to at the least been doing a good job as a king and wasn’t a tyrant. So he knew he definitely could not ever feel any ill will toward the other as he entered he sees some of the knights.

Likely around simply to keep order on the festivities, not a single person seeming to recognize the famous rogue much to his delight. Then again quite a few thought he was just a legend with how many of his stories are spread. Moving his hood back to reveal his orange hair he hums in amusement fixing the Oaken staff on his back his only defense as his bow and arrow was meant to be a last resort. He did not wish to end up causing a scene.

“Wart wart, if you have such festivities where would you be? You should be among the people but are you simply looking down from above.” He mused as he doesn’t see a hint of the king despite apparently there being such festivities. Then he catches sight of the huge canopy above of the castle suddenly spotting the king. Seeming almost unrecognizable in such dark blue colors looking like the royalty she was- Or should he consider the other a ‘he’ for that was what the other was raised and claimed to be.

As if she sensed his presence her gaze looked down at him instead of glancing among the people and he smiled.

“Wonder if can even recognize me in red,” Robin mused, almost wanting to wave her to come down but stopped himself as it seemed like someone was beside her. Was she not allowed to join the festivities or something? Did they consider it too dangerous or was she abandoning such pleasures despite adoring them?

“Now that won’t do, do I have to break in and kidnap the king for them to have a good time?” He muttered to himself, guessing there are worst things he could do only annoying thing would be getting passed all the knights. Well, guess he could give it a try after all he is Robin Hood and if he can’t break into a castle to ‘save’ his friend then he shamed his own name.

#{ V. The Merrymen has come to Camelot to witness the Wart as a king | Legend Divergence }#[ *collasped* ]#camelotica #[ This ended up so wordy GOD ]

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Marinette is afraid that she ruined two beautiful things before they really had the chance to begin. Chat Noir hasn’t texted her in days and a lack of akumas came with a lack of opportunities to see her crush. I must have made him uncomfortable, she thought to herself, face shoved into her pillow. She knows that she’s also ruined her friendship with Adrien by avoiding him. Maybe Chat somehow found out about her budding crush for Adrien and decided he didn’t want to talk to a person so fickle.

She screams into her pillow at two in the morning, drowning out the knock on her roof.

Adrien knows this is a bad idea but he has to know. She’s seemed so down the past few days and it hurts to not know the reason. He could text her, it would be so much easier than rousing Plagg in the middle of the night for a surprise excursion, but he is drawn to her. No matter how stabbing the pain of seeing her is, her sadness hurts even more. He wants to be close to her, even if it couldn’t be as Adrien.

When she doesn’t answer, he knocks on the balcony hatch a second time, this time in a short tune so she knows it’s deliberate as opposed to the wind tipping a flower pot.

The noise startles Marinette, but before fear can take control Tikki assures her there is no danger. “Just open it,” the cheery red companion says. Marinette gasps when bright green eyes peer at her when she opens the hatch.

“Hi, Marinette,” he says as casually as he can, heart beating painfully fast. She’s wearing Chat-noir themed pajamas: black paw-print patterned pajama pants with a green tee shirt. Hopefully the darkness hides his blush. “Can I come in?”

Marinette blushes and stutters but steps aside to clear his path. Chat jumps in, nearly falling off her lofted bed, and follows her down to the main area of her room. She sits on her desk chair and motions him to the chaise lounge.

“W-what’re you doing here?”

“I saw you earlier and you seemed sad so I was wondering if you were okay,” he says, the words well rehearsed. Plagg could recite the statement from memory due to the number of times Adrien practiced it during the day.

I can’t tell him the truth, she thinks to herself, but I don’t want to lie. She decides to bend the truth. “Things are weird between a friend and I right now. I know I have Alya and Nino but I feel like I can’t tell them everything so it’s been pretty lonely. It’s like there’s a part of me that only he gets.”

“Do you like him?” Adrien asks before he can stop the words. Stupid! he yells at himself. He doesn’t want know the answer but it’s too late now.

Blush dusts Marinette’s cheeks. It’s one thing to bend the truth for a vague question, but she can’t bring herself to lie when he asks her something so straightforward, no matter how much she’d prefer to not tell him. As his partner, she owes him honesty, even if he doesn’t know that’s the case.

“I don’t know. A few days ago my friend and I hung out like we’d done plenty of times before but something changed and I don’t know what to think anymore. I already have someone I like so I feel awful for even thinking that way about Adrien.”

Chat startles, nearly falling off the lounge. He catches himself halfway down, looking ridiculous with his body hanging off the chair.

“Are you okay?”

Marinette gets up to help but he is already back in his chair.

“Do you mean Adrien Agreste?”

Fidgeting hands and a quiet nod are her answer.

Chat barely hides a smile.

“We are -were- close friends, or at least I think we were.” Marinette can’t look Chat in the eyes but she can’t seem to shut her mouth either and the words pour out. “He always seems so lonely. He doesn’t have many friends, which I don’t understand because he’s a good, kind person, so I want to be there for him.”

Her words burn a hole in Chat’s heart. She thinks he’s a good, kind person, and that makes everything a little better. But her opening and closing statements cool the embers.

“You haven’t stopped being friends just because things are weird between you two, unless that’s what you want. And if you want to be there for m-him, why aren’t you?” He curses himself for his near slip-up. “He’s probably hurting too, if he’s really as lonely as you say.”

Marinette drops her head in her hands, groaning. “I know, and that makes me feel even worse about it! I don’t want to make him even lonelier but I don’t know what to do. I like someone else but recently whenever I see Adrien my chest hurts and I don’t know what to say.”

“Who is the other person you like?” Chat asks tentatively, anticipating heartbreak.

Neither of them can bare to look up.

“It doesn’t matter,” she mutters, voice small enough to draw Chat’s attention. He’s never heard her sound so insecure before. “He’s way out of my league so it’ll never happen.” After a pause, she adds, “Not that Adrien’s not out of my league. Either way I’m destined for heartbreak.”

Chat is dumbstruck. Marinette is one of the most confident people he’s ever met; he never imagined she would think of herself in such a way. She think he’s out of her league? It’s the complete opposite!

The dull sound of Chat’s boots moving across the room makes Marinette think she scared him away. Of course he’s going to leave, we barely know each other as Marinette and Chat Noir so I shouldn’t have unloaded so much on him, she chides herself. But then the footsteps get louder, as if he’s coming closer. Something falls over her and she nearly screams, but then she realizes it’s her blanket.

“I’m going to drop my transformation for a few minutes if that’s okay,” she hears through the fabric. She replies with a simple okay. “Plagg, claws in.” A faint gleam of green shows through the blanket but that’s all she sees.

“You got any cheese lady?”

Marinette yelps at the new voice.

“Plagg, don’t be rude,” Adrien reprimands. “There’s cheese in my bag.”

With Plagg taken care of, Adrien addresses the issue at hand. “I’m going to give you my hand, okay?”

“O-okay.”

A naked hand slides under the blanket, reaching for hers.

Internally, Marinette is freaking out. Chat Noir is in her room, in his civilian form, holding her hand. In this moment she could die happy, though she hopes that won’t be the case.

“I’ve heard that you can tell if someone’s lying by if their heart rate increases. I want you to know that I’m going to tell the truth.” It isn’t until he feels Marinette’s cool fingers press against his wrist that he continues. “There is nobody out of your league. You’re determined and beautiful and you can make anyone fall in love with you, sometimes without even trying. If you think someone’s out of your league, it’s because you underestimate yourself and overestimate them. In the end we’re all human.”

“Even you?” she jokes, knowing full well it’s true.

Chat chuckles. “Yes, princess, even me. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a teenage boy under the leather and cat ears.”

“A very busy one, apparently.” She means it as a joke but the words feel like acid in her mouth, corroding her smile from the inside out.

“Well yeah,” Chat answers, surprised. “But why do you say that?”

Marinette answers equally confused. “You haven’t answered my texts in the past few days.”

“I never got them.” Adrien’s words slow as understanding sinks in. He cranes his head to glare at the feline god atop his satchel. At Plagg, he mouths, we’re talking about this later. Plagg turns away. He doesn’t regret what he did. “You can try texting me now and we’ll see if it’ll go through.”

“My phone is, um, not on me. I think it’s on my desk.”

Adrien looks past her at the desk. The device isn’t there.

“Nope, not there.”

“In my vanity?”

The loss of contact when he stands makes the both of them shiver, not that either can see the other’s reaction.

“Still nothing,” he answers after checking each drawer.

“Dresser?”

Adrien raises a brow in question though she can’t see. “Do you really want me looking through your dresser?”

Embarrassed, Marinette squeaks. “Of course not! I meant on it.”

It’s Adrien’s turn to be embarrassed. He looks over at the dresser and on top of it is Marinette’s phone. He retrieves the device and gives it to Marinette.

Moments later Adrien’s phone dings. The lock screen reads One New Message. The message, from Marinette, is a shadowy photo of her underneath the blanket, smiling awkwardly. He finds it endearing and saves it, though he doesn’t tell her that. “I got it.”

Then he notices the time.

“Plagg, claws out.”

Chat Noir folds the blanket backwards, exposing Marinette’s face. She instantly blushes at the sight of his cocky grin in such close proximity to her face. “Looks like I gotta go, purrincess. This knight has an early engagement and needs his beauty sleep.” Suddenly Chat realizes how close they are and pulls back, creating space between them.

Halfway up the ladder to her loft Chat stops to give his love some parting advice. “I don’t know about the other guy, but maybe you should give Adrien a chance. I heard somewhere that he’s a good, kind person.” He puts an extra teasing emphasis on his last words, echoing Marinette’s compliment from earlier.

The plush toy Marinette launches at Chat Noir hits him square on the leg, catching him off guard and sending him to the floor with a loud thump.

Marinette is frozen in shock, horrified. She hadn’t thought she’d hit him, especially that hard.

Footsteps coming up the stairs send Marinette into action. She pulls the blanket from her shoulders and drapes it over Chat, hoping she can get to the door before her parents do so she can hide their view.

Tom and Sabine pop their heads up the same time Marinette kneels beside the attic hatch leading into her room.

“Sorry about the noise, I fell out of my chair,” she lies, hoping a story of her clumsiness will placate them.

“You should be more careful, dear,” says Sabine. Her husband stifles a yawn behind her. “We’re going back to bed. Goodnight Marinette, we love you.”

“Goodnight maman, papa. I love you too.”

Once they’re back down the stairs, Marinette and Chat both breathe a sigh of relief. Her parents would be extremely upset if they found a boy in her room this late at night, even if he was a hero. Especially if he was a hero, even, because of the secret identity and everything.

“I really do need to go.” Chat is still underneath the blanket, only the toes of one boot sticking out from the sheath of pink.

Marinette gathers the blanket from on top of the hero and giggles when she sees him. He’s posed, laying sideways on the floor with one knee bent and propping up his head on a hand, the other arm bent up. It’s a classic ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose.

“Goodnight Chat.”

He pauses, wondering if he should push it. “I…” Chat almosts drop the subject but then Marinette tilts her head and her hair falls in her face and she tucks it back behind her ear and Adrien’s heart bangs in his chest and the words come out on their own. “I meant what I said about giving Adrien a chance. I hope you at least talk to him, because he probably doesn’t even know why things are weird between you two right now. He probably thinks he lost one of his only friends and that it’s his fault.”

Marinette reaches out a hand to help him up. He takes it and tries to ignore how small her hands are in comparison to his. How didn’t he notice that earlier?

“You’re right, Chat.”

Chat salutes her and bids his lovely princess goodnight.

Their interaction runs through Marinette’s mind for the rest of the night. She plays it through over and over again, picking it apart, asking Tikki advice and insight. Chat Noir complimented her and confirmed that he wasn’t ignoring her, which was amazing. But he also practically recommended Marinette date Adrien, unaware that he is the other person she cares for. Isn’t that a bad sign? That means he doesn’t like her, right?

“I don’t know, Marinette.” Tikki says, cutting Marinette’s woeful rant short. “It might mean he doesn’t like you. It might also mean he’d rather you be with Adrien, whom he knows is a good person, than the other person who you didn’t say anything about since the lack of information made him think the worst. You won’t know if you don’t ask him.”

Marinette snorts. “There’s no way I’m just going to go up to him and say ‘hey hot stuff, you told me to try dating Adrien but did you do that because you aren’t interested in me or because you didn’t realize the other person I like is you and you would rather I be with someone that you know is a good person than someone you know nothing about?’ That’s not happening.”

“Are you going to follow his advice?”

Sigh. “I don’t know. I’m definitely going to talk to Adrien, though. It’s not fair for me to ignore him without giving him a reason why.”

“Apology cookies always work on me!” Tikki chirps.

This makes Marinette smile. “That settles it. I’m going to school tomorrow with a bag of cookies and an apology.”

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“Plagg, did you delete my messages?!”

Plagg flies to the top of the rock wall, hiding from his charge’s wrath despite knowing the worst Adrien would do is deny him cheese. “You were hurting, kid. I don’t like seeing my kittens hurting.”

Adrien’s glare softens. Plagg seems like a mean old grump but he really cares. “Plagg, come back down. I’ll get you some cheese before I go to bed.”

The god zips down from his perch into the arms of his human. “I’m glad you’re doing better,” he mumbles.

“She said she might like Adrien, meaning I still have a chance. I’m hoping luck is on my side just this once.”

‘I’m the god of bad luck so don’t hold your hopes up,’ Plagg thinks, but for once he keeps his mouth shut and lets Adrien have some peace.

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