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the-delta-42 · 27 days

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The Truth 1

The Truth

[1 The Truth] [2 Soul] [3 Through a Shattered Mirror] [4 Healing]

Marinette took a deep breath. Adrien deserved to know the truth, about her identity and how his father, who is now being hailed as a hero, was Monarch, the man who terrorised Paris for the past couple of years. Adrien stared down at her, his eyes soft and loving. Marinette hoped he didn’t hate her.

“Adrien?” Murmured Marinette, glancing up at him, “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?” Adrien murmured back.

“I…” Marinette’s mind went blank, “can’t remember.”

Adrien winced, “I hate it when that happens, you know what your gonna say and then to flies out of your mind.”

Marinette hummed, quietly pondering on what she was going to say.

Ladybug looked down at Adrien, he was staring up at his father’s statue, with a troubled look on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Asked Ladybug, making Adrien look up at her.

“I’m thinking about my father,” Confessed Adrien, “He gave his life to defeat Monarch, and he’s a hero for it, but all the stuff he did to me and my friends. How he hurt me and was unnecessarily cruel to my friend. He hated my girlfriend because she made me happy. I, I wanted him to be Monarch, j-just so I could feel justified in why I hated him so much.”

“I,” Ladybug paused, “I never knew you felt that way.”

“Yeah, well,” Scoffed Adrien, “He’s a hero now, everyone loves him. No matter how horrible he was or how bad he made others feel.”

Ladybug felt her mouth and voice move on their own accord, “I’m sure he was just doing his best, Adrien.”

Adrien scowled and scoffed again, “No offence, Ladybug, but you didn’t know him, you didn’t live with him, you didn’t have to work for him, and you didn’t have to try to reach out to him every day and get rejected.”

Adrien spun around and stalked off, as Ladybug gnawed at her bottom lip.

Ladybug gnawed on her bottom lip, she’d asked Chat Noir to meet her, she’d made sure to specify that she wanted to see Chat Noir only, much to the rest of the team’s consternation. Since Monarch had been defeated and Gabriel’s statue had gone up, she’d tried to tell Adrien who his father really was, but every time she tried, the words wouldn’t need her mouth.

“Okay, LB, what’s the news?” Said Chat, making Ladybug jump.

“How many time do I have to tell you not to do that?” Gasped Ladybug, before straightening up, “Never mind, I have a problem.”

“Is it boy trouble? I promise not to cataclysm him too hard.” Rattled off Chat Noir, getting a sigh from Ladybug.

“It’s to do with Monarch’s identity.” Said Ladybug, not hearing the team all gasp underneath her.

“Oh, really?” Questioned Chat, “Who was he?”

“Gabrilllll- Gabb- for fuck’s sake, the guy who dressed like a candy cane before being bleached.” Spat Ladybug, internally cursing whatever was going on with her.

“Gabriel Agreste?” Asked Chat, slowly, “I’m sorry, M’Lady, but I thought he helped defeat Monarch?”

“In a roundabout way,” Dismissed Ladybug, “I can’t remember how, but he got the Miraculous, made the wish and then, nothing, I don’t know what changed, but he seemingly wished himself out of existence.”

Chat Noir swallowed, “W-why didn’t you tell Adrien this?”

“I’ve tried,” Sighed Ladybug, “that’s the problem, every time I try and tell him, my mind goes blank, and I keep forgetting what I’m trying to tell him. Then my mouth suddenly gets a mind of its own and tells him ‘Your father was a hero, he helped defeat Monarch’. It’s like my brain’s trying to erase that he was Monarch!”

“What?” Ladybug and Chat whirled around and spotted Carapace, “Adrien’s dad was Monarch?”

Ladybug groaned, before pinching the bridge of her nose, “Okay, okay, who else decided my instruction of ‘Chat Noir Only’ was a suggestion?”

Slowly, each and every member of the team crawled out from their hiding places. Ladybug groaned again.

“Yeah, I know, we didn’t listen to you and you’re not mad, just disappointed.” Said Rena, “However, in our defence-”

“Rena, be quiet.” Said Ryuko, walking up to Ladybug, “Ladybug, look at me.”

Ladybug slowly looked up and everyone jerked back, Ladybug had blood running from her eyes and nose.

“What?” Asked Ladybug, before her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Oh shit.” Swore Rena, rushing forwards, helping Ryuko lower Ladybug to the floor, “What the hell?”

Chat shook himself out of his stupor and knelt down next to Ladybug, “What just happened?”

“Ladybug said Adrien’s dad was Monarch, before she started bleeding from the eyes and nose and then she collapsed.” Said Pegasus, getting everyone’s attention.

“I think he meant that metaphorically.” Suggested Purple Tigress, as Rena frowned.

“I’m going to have to remove the earrings.” Stated Rena, “Hopefully, Tikki can tell us what’s wrong.”

Rena went to grab the earrings, before hesitating. She frowned, before looking over at the rest of the heroes, “Argos, I need your coat.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have a blanket to hide her identity!”

Argos grumbled as he shed his coat and held it out to Rena.

Rena took it and carefully adjusted it over Ladybug, before reaching under it and pulling the earrings off. Chat stared at Ladybug’s shoes, they looked familiar to him, before Ladybug suddenly started convulsing.

“Oh fuck!” Yelped Rena, attempting to restrain Ladybug with Ryuko, “Now what?!”

“Stop restraining her!” Yelled Pigella, rushing forwards, “You’re at risk of harming her!”

Shoving the two out of the way, Pigella went to remove the coat, Rena opened her mouth, but a glare from Pigella silenced her.

“I’m sorry.” Whispered Pigella, before pulling the coat off Ladybug and rolling her onto her side.

Marinette suddenly expelled blood from her mouth, everyone except Argos, Ryuko and Rena froze. Pigella shook her head and looked at them, “We need to get her to a hospital.”

“How?” Asked Ryuko, “we can’t just charge in there and say ‘Hey this unconscious and bleeding girl is Ladybug, we don’t know what’s wrong with her!’ can we?”

Chat shook his head and looked away, before rushing over and grabbing the earrings form Rena and jammed them onto his ears.

“What are you doing?” Demanded Rena, as Chat flicked the earrings.

“Tikki might be able to help.” Said Chat, as the Kwami appeared.

“What?” Said Tikki, “Where’s…?”

She spotted Marinette, “Marinette!”

“Tikki, can you tell us what’s happening to her?” Asked Chat, quickly catching her attention.

“It’s a side effect of witnessing a reality changing wish, she tried to reveal what happened in the old world and now it’s trying to kill her.” Answered Tikki, “It was a stipulation Monarch made when he made his wish.”

“Is there any way to reverse it?” Demanded Rena, from Marinette’s side.

“The Celestial Guardian might.” Said Tikki, getting a frown from Chat, he didn’t particularly like him very much.

“They trained me to succeed Su Han-” Started Viperion, before someone snorted.

“You were trained because you were a loose end,” Said a man, appearing with a shimmer, “You are simply a soldier, not a commander.”

“Li.” Chided a woman, appearing, “At ease.”

The man scoffed, before jumping down, “Move aside.”

Ryuko reached for her sword, before the woman spoke up, “Li has a blood connection with the girl. He can help in ways the Grand Master cannot.”

Li crouched next to Marinette, ushering Pigella and Rena out of the way. He sliced into his hand, and started muttering under his breath.

Viperion scowled, before Marinette coughed up some more blood, with some red markings appearing on her. Li frowned, before resuming his muttering. Marinette coughed again, the red markings vanishing.

“She should be healed enough to go to a healer without anyone asking too many questions.” Said Li, after he was finished, “They’ll likely say that she’s exhausted, but she’ll be fine.”

Rena nodded, grabbed Marinette, with Ryuko helping her and jumped off the roof. The rest of the team stood in silence as the Guardians left, with Li casting a sharp glare at Viperion.

Marinette coughed blood into the paper bowl the doctors had given her.

“She’s incredibly lucky.” Said one to her mother, “if she’d ingested any more, you’d be making funeral arrangements.”

Sabine glanced at Marinette, before looking at the doctor.

“That being said,” they continued, “it may also be down to the fact the glass wasn’t ground fine enough.”

“Why didn’t anyone notice?” Asked Sabine, making the doctor look at her.

“Ground up glass looks a lot like sugar when ground up.” Said the doctor, “Does she had sugar in anything?”

“Practically everything she eats or drinks.” Said Sabine, frowning.

“Has she had any reaction to anything she’s eaten?”

“No, she’s hasn’t.”

“How about drinking?”

Sabine froze, “She threw away a coffee she got, she said it hurt her tongue.”

“Where did she get it from?” Asked the doctor, frowning.

“A coffee shop near her school, Petunia’s.”

The doctor didn’t move, before looking down at his notes, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Marinette spat some more blood into her bowl, “Maman, am I going to die?”

Sabine sat next to Marinette and gently wrapped an arm around her, “I don’t think so, the doctors don’t seem to be too concerned.”

The door opened, with the doctor re-entering the room, “Right, I’ve contacted the police, we’ve had a number of other patients with similar symptoms. They’ll want to talk to you.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Asked Sabine, getting the Doctor’s attention.

“She’ll be fine.” Assured the Doctor, “Fortunately, the blood’s mostly coming from her tongue, but her fainting is down to another issue. Does your daughter suffer from insomnia?”

“I don’t think so.” Answered Sabine, “But she does drink a lot of coffee at home.”

The doctor sighed, “I’m going to suggest you put her on a caffeine hold and see what happens from there.” They handed Sabine a prescription, “These are a mild sleep medication, she should take one after a meal. I’m going to see about discharging your daughter.”

Sabine watched after the doctor as they walked out, before looking at Marinette, who, for some reason, had stuck four cotton balls in her mouth.

“Habe bhe beebin stobed?”

“Don’t be bemused, it’s just news,” Said Nadja on the television, “Petunia’s, a local coffee shop, has been closed by police after it was discovered they were giving some of their customers ground up glass in their coffee.”

Marinette stopped with a cheese puff half-way to her mouth.

“The owner of Petunia’s has not been arrested, but had declined to comment.”

Marinette shrugged, before going back the spell book, pausing when she saw a particular spell.

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thehusbandoden · 5 months

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Hi!

If you are currently taking requests, could you do Ryukyu coming home to her husband reader after a day of hero work and getting affectionate with him (not smut, just general cuddles and fluff)?

A/n: of course you can! I've never written for her before so I hope it's not unbearable lol. Oh and don't be afraid to request again! I don't care how many you send in they won't be a bother <3

I ended up finishing it last night so it's a bit early (for some reason cuddle requests inspire me more than others.. I'm not sure why lol).

Welcome Home -Wife!Tatsuma Ryuko (Ryukyu) x Husband! Reader

General information:

Genre: fluff \\ wc: 570 \\ posted: 12/5/2023 \\ requested

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of the front door opening. Smiling, you head downstairs to greet your beloved wife.

As you reach the entrance you see Ryuko taking her boots and head piece off. Wrapping your arms around her waist you kiss her sweetly. "Welcome home Gorgeous." You murmur, causing her to smile.

"Thanks handsome. I missed you."

Humming, you hold her in a long embrace. You kissed her forehead a few times and both of you complimented eachother back and forth.

After a few sweet minutes you kiss her again before pulling away.

"Why don't you go wash up? I'll get the couch set up for some cuddles." You gently kiss her cheek, causing her smile to widen.

"That sounds lovely.. I'll be right back, dear."

Ryuko kissed your cheek once more before heading upstairs.

She came back down about half an hour later. her soft hair was still wet from the shower, and she had a towel wrapped around her neck. She was wearing your shirt and a pair of your sweatpants. She smiled at you, her golden eyes sparkling ever so slightly.

"Do you mind drying my hair?" She asked softly, sitting in front of you.

"Of course not." You grin, grabbing the towel and gently drying her blonde hair. After a few minutes it was dry and you pressed a kiss to her temple. "Get comfy, I'm gonna go hang this up." You murmur, standing up.

Ryukyo nodded, moving to sit on the couch.

After hanging the towel up in the bathroom you move back to the couch, crawling next to your beloved. As you laid down Ryukyo wrapped her arms around your torso, pulling herself against your warm chest.

Humming in approval, she closed her eyes. "Comfy?" You chuckle, gently playing with her hair.

"Very.." she smiled, relaxing her tense shoulders.

"How was work?" You murmur, gently scratching her back.

"It was fine. There were a few villains that gave me a few bruises, but besides that I'm unharmed."

"Good."

A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you as you cuddled.

Your head was resting against a pillow laying on the armrest, while Ruykyuo had her head resting against your chest. Her arms were wrapped around your torso, and your wrapped around her waist as you gently rubbed/scratched eachother's backs.

"I love you." Ryukyuo murmured, rubbing her cheek against your collarbone.

"I love you more." You whisper, moving your legs to intertwine with hers.

"Debatable." She smirked, leaning up to peck your lips. You returned her kiss, making it sweeter and longer. After a few long moments you pull away again, whispering in her ear.

"I love you more than words can express.. there's no way you can love me more."

She smirked, kissing you again. "Oh but I can."

"Oh yeah?" You chuckle.

"Oh yeah."

You chuckled again, leaning in for another kiss. Rykyo returned your kiss lovingly. After several moments she pulled away.

"I'm going to take a nap.. and you're going to be my pillow." She smirked, leaning her head back against your chest.

Laughing, you kiss her forehead. "Of course, my queen."

After a few more minutes she was getting sleepy. She started to nod off, her head still resting against your chest. "Love you.." she murmured sleepily.

"And I love you." You whisper, kissing her forehead again. "Get some good rest, my angel."

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marigamithinking · 1 year

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Marigami (either or both could be in superhero suit) are locked in a small room, what could happen?

Oooh! I love this prompt! here's a quick ryuko/ladybug identity reveal one-shot. Hope you like it! It isn't as long or well written as I would've liked, but I've finished it at 3 a.m. so shhh

Sometimes, magical suits don't protect you from getting knocked out. Sometimes, your enemy has the same magic as you do, and you're caught in a stale mate. And sometimes, being a superhero means waking up tied to a pole with no recollection or how it happened.

"Ugh... what?" Ladybug rolled her neck, only for it to hit against steel. "Ouch!" She went to rub her head, only to realise her hands and arms were tied against somebody else's. "Chat?"

"No, it is Ryuko... Chat Noir was unavailable, so you requested that I helped you with the supervillain." The mater-of-fact voice indicated she'd already regained her bearings. How long had ladybug been out?

"Oh god..." Vague flashes of the villain they'd been facing illicitated a frustrated groan from ladybug. "We have to get out!"

"Really? I thought we could spend this time getting to know each other." Ryuko's tone was unreadable, and Ladybug was too tired to be angry.

"Look, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not, so I'll ignore that... have you used you power yet?"

"Yes, I used them while fighting. I detransformed while you were still passed out." Kagami frowned, "Longg is extremely fatigued... do you know if you have any kwami friendly food?"

Ladybug thought for five minutes before cringing at the plan she'd come up with. "If I detransform, Tikki can get food from my bag for herself and Longg, then they might be able to get us untied. But Kagami?"

"Yes, bug?"

"Can I trust you not to look?"

"You have my word, Ladybug."

As she detransformed, Marinette felt a twinge of guilt, similar to every time she'd lied to Alya about where she'd been or why she was always late. She trusted and admired Kagami, lying to her hurt. But being a superhero meant lying (even if that felt like a contradiction sometimes.)

"Tikki? Will you get a macaron for Longg as well?" Marinette asked her kwami gently, smiling down at her tired purple eyes.

"Yes, Ma- Guardian." Tikki floated over to Kagami. "Miss Tsurugi, this is for Longg to give his strength back." Tikki offered a pink and white polka dot macaron to Kagami.

"Thank you, Tikki." Longg weakly floated up from where he nestled in Kagami's lap.

"These macarons remind me of my friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Do you know her?"

Marinette tensed. "Oh, uh yeah, I know of her. Why's that?"

"Once, her friend's blood sugar was low, so she gave him one from her purse. Apparently, she always keeps a small box of macarons with her, in case someone needs something to eat. She's so kind, and she decorates her macarons like this... they're just as cute as she is."

"Oh wow... that's... well, you uh you dislike people who lie to you, correct? What if she's lying to you? To everyone? What if she's-"

"No. Marinette may lie, but I realise she would never lie to hurt me. She is one of the only people who has ever bothered to get to know me. It means a lot that she would do that. She wouldn't lie to me." Kagami's smile was evident in her voice as she spoke over the sound of Longg and Tikki untying the rope.

"But what if she keeps putting the people she loves in danger?" Marinette's voice wavered. Why did Kagami care about her? She didn't deserve someone to care that much about her. Especially not the girl she admired more than anyone.

"Ladybug, I love Marinette. That's all that matters, I believe."

Silence...

"Ladybug?"

Sniff...

"Are you okay?"

"No..."

The rope fell, and Marinette instinctively curled up to hide away.

"Can I turn around?"

"No! No, you can't- you can't know... you can't know how terrible I am..." Marinette's heart ached because still Kagami followed the rules, because she was the best.

"Are you Marinette, Ladybug?"

Silence...

"I still love you."

"Why?"

"Because... you could so easily be unkind, give up on everything, give up on me... but you don't. You must be so exhausted, but you still put it with teaching me how to talk to people and going to school and organising parties for your friends and helping your parents. You're... perfect. I'm sorry if my admition of love has upset you, though. I believe we could forget it ever happened."

"I love you too, Kagami... I'm just so scared. I've never felt this way before, and I've put you in danger so many times by giving you a miraculous!" Marinette wiped her eyes and stood. "We need to escape and defeat the villain, then I will no longer give you a miraculous. I can't keep putting you in danger."

"No. Marinette, I would fight even without a miraculous if it meant protecting you. Let me help you, bug." Kagami reached out, resting her hand on Marinette's shoulder. Marinette turned and squeezed Kagami tightly.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive... I think we should get to escaping, though... then we could talk about things properly, okay?"

"Okay... I love you, Dragon." Marinette kissed Kagami's cheek before transforming, as did Kagami.

"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug sighed as she received a hair pin. "Great. Hold on, Ryuko." She leaned down and painstakingly picked the lock, causing one of the walls of the crate to slide open. "After you."

"Thank you, bug." Ryuko smiled as they exited.

"Ready?"

"Yes. I won't let Shadowmoth interfere with our date plans."

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sizzleissues · 1 year

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Drawing (so this is in the same universe as Bedtime story since half of it was written at the same time. Idea from @frostedpuffs)

Adrien scrolled through the Ladyblog on his phone, liking a fanart submission of Chat Noir and Ladybug kissing. Marinette found it strange to see them drawn together like that but Adrien loved it. He just wished they’d add Ryuko too. (Secret identities foiled him again!). He already knew without checking that him liking it with his Chat Noir account would drive fans wild. Last time ‘Chat Noir liked’ trended for several days. He chuckled dryly and continued scrolling.

Marinette shifted behind him, murmuring to herself as she lifted her stylus from the screen.

“Does this look weird?” She asked. Beside her, Kagami looked up from her own drawing to check it. Adrien smiled to himself as his girlfriends discussed something art related he didn’t understand. Today was just one of many drawing sessions Adrien wished he could join but his artistic ability was almost as bad as Marinette’s Chinese (she had been improving as of late with his help though).

“She has two left hands.”

“Oh shit. Thanks.” Adrien felt the furious movement of her correcting it, back pressed against hers. They sat on the floor in Marinette’s bedroom, their usual spot for hanging out. Sometimes he’d follow along to an outdoor art practice but he’d end up being disturbed by a fan and while he did love his fans, sometimes he just wanted to be able to watch his girlfriends unguarded. That said, he returned to scrolling on the Ladyblog, roasting someone for thinking Ladybug was Hawkmoth secretly.

The sound of a thud snapped him from his stupor, glancing down to see a marker fallen behind Kagami. He reached and picked it, intent on giving it back to her but changing his mind half-way through. She hadn’t turned around, so surely she wouldn’t miss it? He pulled the cap off with his teeth and rolled up his sleeve, doodling a chain of vaguely cat-shaped drawings.

(He hoped the marker wasn’t permanent. He had a photoshoot tomorrow.)

He finished on his right arm, creating a sick sleeve of cats in various poses, meowing puns he’d been workshopping. ‘Meow-sers’ one cat said that curled up in the inner part of his elbow. He laughed at his own joke and re-capped the marker, passing it back over to Kagami.

“Thanks.”

She went to take it but instead grabbed his arm, inspecting his sleeve of doodles. Her face was set so it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. Luckily, Marinette noticed too.

“This is so cute! You didn’t say you could draw, Adrien?” Marinette said. Adrien turned around so that his arm wasn’t being held uncomfortably behind his back. He held it back out and allowed Marinette to trace a drawing on his inner forearm. Her touch was electric.

“This is a clear demonstration of effective simplification. That can take artists years.” Kagami said and Adrien felt himself glow. They were just silly cat doodles, the kind he’d draw on the margins of physics work that was far too easy nowadays.

“I’m just doodling. You guys are the real artists.”

“No negative self-talk. This is really good and you should be proud.” Marinette poked his chest with her pointer finger and held his gaze, stern. Adrien blushed, looking down at his lap. They were just being nice, that's all.

“I can only draw cats. I want to be able to draw like you guys so I’m not always scrolling when you draw.”

“Then I’ll teach you. Tomorrow we’ll go to the gardens and get some real life inspiration,” Kagami said.

“Ooh, I’ll get Papa to bake us snacks. We can have a picnic,” Marinette added, grinning at Kagami. Kagami nodded, looking to Adrien for agreement.

“That would be nice. But what if I’m bad?”

“That’s the point. You weren’t good at maths immediately but you practised. Art’s the same.” Marinette tapped something in on her tablet and then passed it into his lap. It displayed a strange and boxy looking drawing of a person.

“What’s this?”

“My art from a couple years ago. Can you tell it's meant to be you?”

Adrien stared at it a moment then shook his head. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings but it looked more like a block-craft character than a human being. “Kind of.”

Marinette laughed and took the tablet back, gazing down at the drawing with a reserved sort of fondness. Kagami leaned in, her nose wrinkling.

“This is terrible. How is his body bending like that?”

Adrien waited for Marinette to clam up but instead she laughed harder. “I never noticed that. Where are his ribs?”

Their giggles petered off, the occasional hiccup of laughter passing Kagami’s lips. Marinette packed away her drawing tablet and crossed her legs, her head falling to rest on her palms. Her expression was painstakingly soft, plush pink lips spreading smoothly into a loving smile and her eyes crinkling watching Kagami.

“What are you looking at?” Adrien teased, startling Marinette who flushed an adorable shade of pink to match her lips.

“Nothing- I mean I was just thinking about kissing- NO! Um.” Her eyes grew wide while her pupils narrowed and she stared at the ground. “I was having perfectly normal thoughts.”

“Right.” He grinned and stood, grabbing his bag from the corner. “See you tomorrow then.”

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A picnic had already been laid out when he arrived, pastries and lemonades packed into a basket by Marinette. She leant over a second box filled with paints and charcoal, rifling through it with an awed expression. Her hair fell over her shoulder under a giant summer hat, a pink ribbon tying it back.

Near her, Kagami fought with a portable easel, the other already set up against an oak tree. The tree covered the picnic ground, light fracturing through its leaves. A paint-stained apron covered her dress as she wrestled to unfold one of its legs.

She turned at the sound of him, waving him over and handing the easel to him. Adrien unfolded the leg and set it beside the other easel.

“What are we drawing?” He asked, taking the paper handed to him. He tucked it under his arm, following Kagami up the gentle slope to the tree.

“First off, what are you wearing?” Kagami interjected, looking him up and down.

“My disguise. So I’m not recognised.” He lifted up the sunglasses to demonstrate. Kagami rolled her eyes and snatched the glasses off his nose. He flinched back, frowning at her. “Hey!”

“You need to be able to see to draw. You can keep the ridiculous scarf.” Kagami ran her hand under his scarf (which wasn’t ridiculous), turning on her heel and walking away with his sunglasses. Adrien stuck out his bottom lip, in the hopes she’d pity him enough to hand them back. Unfortunately he’d forgotten Kagami didn’t pity anyone.

Marinette looked up from her rifling, smiling at him briefly and then offering him a seat beside her. Adrien jogged the little ways down to her and sat, accepting the cool lemonade handed to him. She’d already opened it and slotted a blue striped paper straw in and he sipped the sweet drink while she laid out a variety of art materials.

“Pick what you want. Kagami will be teaching you. I have to catch up on the summer reading.”

Adrien swallowed the last drop and let the taste linger for a moment before he responded. The choices overwhelmed him, pencils in a bundle at the far right, a palate of well-used water colours pushed slightly aside, charcoals resting in a cloth and more unknown materials stretching further. He knew that Marinette liked to use pen and then add colour loosely with thick nibbled markers. It meant her mistakes became a part of the drawing and that thought terrified him. What if he did it wrong?

“What do you recommend?”

Marinette smiled and shook her head, directing him back to the display she’d created. “Kagami said you have to choose. It's a part of the process.”

Adrien glanced back at Kagami, who’d already begun sketching on her easel. Her brow dipped slightly and her tongue stuck out in an endearing way as she applied a stroke of paint with her brush. Drawing took most of her concentration so the facial expressions she’d been schooled to hide peeked through without her realising.

She used coloured pencils first and they offered a level of forgiveness for mistakes but he didn’t like the feel of them in his hands. He reached across and grabbed the marker he’d used yesterday, gripping the familiar weight between his fingers. Marinette hummed gently, sipping at a ginger ale she’d opened while waiting.

“Good choice. Take an eraser and pencil too, Kagami will want you to do some warm ups.”

“What am I drawing?”

“You’ll see, buttercup.” Marinette smiled and leaned across to kiss him, leaving the taste of ginger to burn on his lips. “You’ll be great.”

“Farewell, m’lady.”

Adrien left with his paper under his arm and his supplies clutched in his other, joining Kagami behind the other easel. He attached the paper like she’d done, clipping it in and placing his materials in a small shelf provided. The picnic was visible over the easel, backdropped by the lush gardens that spread out for a mile around them. Marinette sat posed with one leg bent to rest her book on and the other stretched out. She looked simply gorgeous in the sun, like a princess from a fairy tale.

“Warm ups first. I want you to draw whoever passes by,” she said, snapping him out of admiring his girlfriend.

“What?- I can’t draw that fast!”

“Too bad, start.”

Kagami turned to her own easel so Adrien copied her, spotting a man walking his dog across the open green. By the time he’d laid down the first line the man was gone.

“I can’t do this.”

“Mari might be right with your negative talk. Here, let me show you.” Kagami stepped to the side so he could peak in at her drawing. She’d sketched the man and dog all while he’d fumbled to pick up his pencil.

“See that women jogging?”

He nodded and watched as Kagami struck a line down the centre of the page. He’d seen Marinette do this a thousand times, noticing how Kagami drew a little more stiffly but still accomplished something far better than his sham of an attempt.

“You capture the line of movement first. I want you to look for that and if there’s time, get in the rest.”

Adrien returned to his page and took in what she said. The next person who came along, another women running he found the line that best represented her movement and allowed it to guide the rest of his lines. By the time she’d disappeared behind a bush, he had something vaguely human.

He did the same with the next and the next until the page was full and Kagami smiled proudly.

“You learn fast. I think your read to tackle the next exercise.”

They spent the next hour drawing until his hand was numb. Marinette had ran up a couple of time with pastries to keep them going.

“You’re ready. What do you want to draw?” Kagami asked, taking a break from the drawing she’d been working on.

“What are you drawing?”

“Adrien. Stop looking to others for what to do. Art is expression. So draw what is in your heart.” Kagami stared at him with fire in her eyes.

“I don’t know what’s in my heart.”

Kagami sighed, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around to look down at Marinette again.

“What there grabs your attention?”

Adrien realised she hadn’t pointed him specifically at Marinette and yet that is what he saw. Marinette in a shoulderless summer dress, chewing on her straw as she read a book he knew she didn’t like. Something was missing though. An empty space that gnawed at the base of his stomach.

He peaked at Kagami through the corner of his eye and smiled as he knew what he wanted to draw.

“Can you go sit by Marinette?”

Kagami cocked her head to the side, considering him for a moment and then let go of his shoulders, skipping down to join Marinette. Adrien repositioned himself behind the easel, picking up the pencil and began sketching.

He’d watched the girls long enough to pick up on some things. The sort of shapes they’d lay down first, the way they held the pencil, where they’d gravitate to first when drawing. Marinette drew in lines, boldly setting down her pen and conjuring a figure in minutes, decked out in a fabulous outfit. Kagami focused on faces first, the body a collection of constructions until she was happy with the face. She had perfected expression in the simplest turn of curves.

He applied that thought to his own doodlings. The marker still waited for him but he let the pencil guide him for now, getting down the basic shapes he could see. The swoop of Marinette’s hat, the circle of skirt folding at Kagami’s knees. If he thought about it, they were just made from various shapes and those were easy to draw.

The sketch done, he stepped back and chose the lines he most liked, setting about defining them in marker. The air was filled with the sound of the scratches of marker and the quiet mumblings of the girls on the picnic blanket. There couldn’t be a finer summer day.

“I’m finished,” He said after what seemed like an hour. Both Marinette and Kagami got up excitedly and hurried to see what he drew.

“I’ve drawn two images,” He explained, flipping down the first image. Marinette gasped and Kagami hummed her approval, finger resting to her lip in quiet thought.

“You drew us as Ladybug and Ryuko!” Marinette said, reaching out to touch the first drawing. He’d copied the comic book style of popular ladybug fanart but added in his own personal touches. Both heros wore Chat Noir t-shirts and a large black cat curled up at their feet.

“What’s the other drawing?” Kagami asked.

“I thought it would be a little obvious if I drew Ladybug and Ryuko so I wanted something I could display.” He lifted up the page and revealed an identical drawing, except now in their civilian forms and the black cat replaced with an approximation of himself.

“It’s beautiful Adrien.” Marinette wiped a tear from her eye and laughed at her own reaction.

“I just wanted a drawing of all of us. Since no one knows we’re dating as superheroes we don’t get any fanart of us all.”

Kagami sniffed beside them and they both turned around shocked to see her holding back her tears. “I’ve trained you- so well.”

“Oh, Mi.” Adrien and Marinette hugged her and burst into tears themselves. They sank to the floor, a crying hugging mess.

Hooray. This is cheesy ah. If anyone wants to draw Adrien’s drawing that would be cool *wink wink*. Sorry if it losses its way at the end, I can write cuteness for long or I’ll self-combust

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ml fanfic #adrienette #marigami #adrigaminette #adrigami #kagami tsurugi #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #Going into hibernation mode #No more writing for a bit so I don’t burn out

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aleika-c · 2 years

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"And then Ryuko was there, catching Argos’ wrist, the weight of her glare boring into him. Argos hesitated - he was trapped under Ryuko’s gaze, unable to move."

Oh man, when I finished reading chapter 31 of One does not love breathing i just had to run and draw something real quick💕

@wackus-bonkus-maximus you're insanely talented, in such little time I've gotten obsessed with a story and a couple I never even thought of 🤩

For everyone else, please give it a try!! The story is absolutely amazing, the characters simply come alive right in front of you with each word read 🤍

#felix graham de vanily #kagami tsurugi #felix fathom #argos #ryuko #one does not love breathing #feligami #seriously though #give it a try #you won't be able to stop until you're done #so so worth it #💕💕💕💕💕

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magicalgirlmelee · 1 year

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Magical Girl Bracket

Written list under the cut

Polls will be posted later this week

Madoka Kaname from Puella Magi Madoka Magica vs. Valerie Amaranth from Magical Warrior Diamond Heart

Arisugawa Himari from KiraKira☆Pretty Cure A La Mode vs. Sora Harewataru from Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure

Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail vs. Cocona Cocomine from Flip Flappers

Yugi Muto from Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters vs. Ahiru from Princess Tutu

Zatanna Zatara from DC Comics vs. Koyuki Himekawa from Magical Girl Raising Project

Ben Tennyson from Ben 10 vs. John Constantine from DC Comics

Doremi Harukaze from Magical DoReMi vs. Momoko Akatsutsumi from Powerpuff Girls Z

Andromeda Shun from Saint Seiya vs. Max Owen from Magical Boy

Luz Noceda from The Owl House vs. Jem from Jem and the Holograms

Momozono Love from Fresh Pretty Cure! vs. Ruru Amour from HUGtto! Pretty Cure

Mari Maya from Samurai Flamenco vs. Madoka Aguri from Doki Doki! Pretty Cure

Tinker Bell from the Pixie Hollow movies vs. Ryuko Matoi from Kill la Kill

Flora from Winx Club vs. Aelita Schaeffer from Code Lyoko

Himeno Awayuki from Pretear vs. Amu Hinamori from Shugo Chara!

Danny Fenton from Danny Phantom vs. Ayumu Aikawa from Is This is a Zombie?

Luluco from Space Patrol Luluco vs. Homura Akemi from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Ichigo Motomiya from Tokyo Mew Mew vs. Undine Wells from Sleepless Domain

Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir vs. Chocola Meilleure from Sugar Sugar Rune

Shirayuki from Snow White with the Red Hair vs. Myoudouin Itsuki from Heartcatch Pretty Cure!

Adrien Agreste from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir vs. Dante from Devil May Cry

Minami Maki from Majitora vs. Alear from Fire Emblem Engage

Sally Yumeno from Sally the Witch vs. Talia from Lolirock

Korra from The Legand of Korra vs. The Guardian of the Veil from W.I.T.C.H.

Kiana Kaslana from Honkai Impact 3rd vs. Hotaru Tomoe from Sailor Moon

Utena Tenjou from Revolutionary Girl Utena vs. Steven Universe from Steven Universe

Atsuko Kagari from Little Witch Academia vs. Meimi Haneoka from Saint Tail

Anne Boonchuy from Amphibia vs. Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Laura from Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure vs. Anthy Himemiya from Revolutionary Girl Utena

Star Butterfly from Star vs. the Forces of Evil vs. Hoshina Hikaru from Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure

Chibiusa Tsukino from Sailor Moon vs. Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho

Rose Lalonde from Homestuck vs. Sakura Kinomoto from Cardcaptor Sakura

Iris from Lolirock vs. Usagi Tsukino from Sailor Moon

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tobegiggledat · 6 months

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The World Should be Cats

Ch. 1: The Mouse Caught Between Teeth

18+ CONTENT AHEAD MINORS DNI

✦pairing: Yandere!Tiger x afab!reader (no pronouns)

✦word count: 4.7k

✦summary: “It’s been a week since your friend reappeared after going missing, but whatever's returned, disguised in the suit of skin that was once her’s, is too woozy, too sweet—too overly-enthralled in daydreaming, to be the mellow woman you used to know.”

✦warnings: noncon, drugging, kidnapping, cults, orgasm control/denial, bondage, exhibitionism/voyeurism, humiliation, master/servant, aphrodisiacs, begging, fucking machines, fingering, mild pet play, lots of cat comparisons, AU where Kota lives with his grandparents instead (I forgot he existed while writing this)

✦a/n: Might write more parts, but eh it depends. What do you think?

Read Ch. 2 here!

It’s been a week since your friend reappeared after going missing, but whatever's returned, disguised in the suit of skin that was once her’s, is too woozy, too sweet—too overly-enthralled in daydreaming, to be the mellow woman you used to know.

Contact with her went cold over a month ago, leaving you to take on double the shifts at your shared jobs at a local convenience store. And while the extra workload may have taken your mind off her temporarily, when the hours ended and you were left alone in the stifling silence of your solo apartment complex, you soothed yourself to sleep with tears.

It was on day 46, she showed up for work as if nothing happened, brushing aside any concerns and instead fawning over her newfound obsession.

“Sorry, it’s Ryuko”, she’d shriek whenever she got a text, her hand cupping her phone as if a dying flame, her only source of warmth and vitality resting in her palms. It's as if nothing outside of it mattered to her, not even you.

When you gathered enough courage to ask about her whereabouts during that same month, she’d coo “Oh don't worry, Ryuko took care of me.” or “You’ll meet her soon. You’ll love her.”

Your first suspicion was that she was weaved into the sinister webs of some cult or pyramid scheme, but she’s yet to preach about her sudden change in faith, or give you a sales pitch on the benefits of using skincare products with essential oils. A month’s time away from friends and family is definitely enough to make one vulnerable, so who knows?

Either way, you meet the “Ryuko” in question later today. You’re annoyed, and not just because remnants of your year-long crush on your bestie still stir to life within you from time to time, but because Ryuko is giving you major red flags.

Beaming lights cut through the passenger window of your best friend’s sedan, casting a cool white glow over the newspaper you pocketed from a Juzo News vending machine. The number of disappearing people in this area has been on the rise recently. By a stroke of luck, your friend's disappearance only resulted in brief, mild disorientation and withdrawal, but it could've easily been more tragic.

Your head snaps to the front counter of the gas mart you’re parked outside of, observing your friend as her head bobs in agreement with the cashier. You glance over the face of the stranger she speaks with and look over any other customers beside her to imprint them in your memory. She finally leaves and your stare follows after her until she reaches you.

“Sorry about the wait”, she says upon entering, amusement evident in her frantic mannerisms. “The lady at the counter was asking about my mascara”, she turns to give you a few bags then straps herself to the driver's seat. “Now, off to Ryuko’s—”

“You won’t let her get between us, will you?” you ask abruptly.

She meets your eyes, searching along the weariness of your expression before she beams. “Oh, I’ve missed you, Kitty”, she swipes her fingers across your cheek in endearment, cold from the condensation of the drinks she brought. “Even when you get all jealous.”

Kitty. Even repeating it in a murmur makes you want to claw at your mouth until the leftover syllables dissolve from your tongue. She wasn't like this before, and she certainly didn't ooze enough sappiness to be palpable when she was around weeks ago. You can't say the change is terrible, but that won't get you to stop devising sinister theories about what could've caused it.

“Quit calling me that, it’s weird.” You turn toward the window, twitching with embarrassment.

“Why not? You’re cute like one”, you hear a smile creeping in her voice despite occupying your vision with the morphing landscape around you. “All you need is a pair of cute ears, and you’ve already got the territorial personality to match.

“Whatever. I’ll be sure to hiss at Ryuko when we meet her.” She laughs at the thought but you don't join her.

“You’re not upset, are you?” She shifts her gaze from the road for a moment, her warm eyes flickering over your unwavering profile.

“No, I’m glad you're back. You’re just…different”, the words scoop into the palm you use to rest your chin, muffling them into pointless vibrations.

She hears you anyway. “In a good way, right?”

“Sure, it just takes some getting used to.”

“Great. Now, drink some of that water I got you. I haven’t seen you touch a bottle all day.”

You look into the bag to find it. The bottle cap has been loosened and a few ounces of liquid are missing, but you shrug it off, suspecting your friend has already helped herself to some of it. Each sip moistens your palate and quells the jittering of your nerves.

“With the way you gush about Ryuko, she must be a supermodel”, you say between gulps. “What about her caught your eye? You're usually not one for romance, unless it's a hookup or something.”

“She sure looks like one, but it’s not about that. Her beauty is only a small part of her many qualities. She's lively. She’s confident, She’s…”, her voice trails into something wispy and desperate. “She’s powerful.”

“Look at you, you're a mess just thinking about her.”

“Everything about her is…”, she shifts in her seat as if suppressing a nagging ache. “Amazing, I mean everything.”

“Even the sex?”, you prod with impishness.

She takes a hand off the wheel to slap you playfully. “I knew you’d ask me that.”

“Well?”

“It’s great of course, but like I said it’s not as important as the other things.”

“Mhmm. Well, lucky you”, you do your best to hide the bitterness of your tone, secretly lamenting the idea that she could've been trying to hide this from you. Everyone always leaves you, romantic relations or otherwise. For a moment, it seemed that your friend was like the rest but you can't say that her return has put aside any doubts. The last month proves she can still leave at any second, so what makes you think she'll stay?

“But seriously, I’m glad you're back, and you're happy”, you say with a hint of distrust.

“You know I’d never really leave you, right”, your friend replies.

“I'm just saying, a heads up would've been nice.”

“I know, but things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to. I never expected to meet someone while trying to find myself.”

“If you felt lost you could’ve come to me about it. You never tell me anything these days.”

“It’s best to do soul searching alone.” She drops a hand into her lap, bracing herself with the fabric of her babydoll dress. “There've been many times in my life, before I met you, where I’ve gone off the grid to push myself away from distractions. I’m getting older, and it’s time for me to finally decide what I’m going to do for the rest of my life. Going on retreats never worked those other times, but working in general hasn't ever been for me, especially at that store. I want out, Kitty, and I’ll take any chance to get away from it.”

You'll never mean as much to her as she does to you.

“I always thought working there wasn’t so bad as long as I was with you”, you hold back a sigh. “It feels like I’ve known you far longer than a year.”

“I get that”, she briefly pulls her eyes from the road, a cheeky smile making its way onto her lips. “It was the same way with my Ryuko too.”

“Okay, now you’ve ruined it.”

Bubbles of laughter find their way out her chest. “You’ll understand when you find love, I promise.”

I've already found love, you wish to refute, but you can't gather the strength to argue as fatigue takes hold of you in a vice grip. You shut your eyes to welcome sleep.

Darkness, then bright, then bleary. Upon awakening, your throbbing eyelids flicker at the change in scenery, but something rough and tight pulls against your wrists as you move to rub them clear. Your hands are roped behind your back while your feet are strapped to the legs of a hospital bed at the center of what looks to be a repurposed doctor's office.

The room's scent of rubber and sterile substances intrudes your nostrils. The linoleum floor below your feet is patterned to look like authentic wood, but you can't walk along it. What was once a chilling, dense atmosphere, is penetrated by heat from intense gazes whisking you to turn about awkwardly to meet them.

Three women and a man, eccentrically dressed in cutesy, feline themed attire surround you a few feet away, sitting on stools and scanning your body as if you're about to go under the knife. Pink accents adorn their cheeks in faux whiskers, patterned in lines of three to give a questionable imitation of a cat that unnerves you.

Since when were you so tired? You couldn't have fainted and been brought to a hospital, because although the environment reeks of professionalism, there's a jarring display you catch notice of that says otherwise.

The one with a blonde updo and blue eyes has her skirt lifted and legs splayed open in the far left corner of the room, her exposed skin dimpled in red blotches as a nude, leashed woman nests her face between her legs, servicing her.

A sliver of her face can be seen between some of her movements but it’s difficult to make out as a blurry sheen coats your eyes, caked in what you assume is sleepiness.

As if sensing your intense concentration, the exhibitionist’s eyes snap up to you. “Did you enjoy your nap, kitten?”she smiles, her aura feasting hungrily upon you.

“Ya sure you don't need another one?” The one beside her shrieks. “You’ve got drool all over your lap!” She yelps with laughter and waves of emerald green strands whip freely when she tosses her head back from the force of it.

“W-Whaat’s going onn?” you slur as the vertiginous effects of fatigue continue to lay heavy on your tongue. Everything's too foggy. “Who are youuu?”

“I'm Ragdoll”, the giddy woman chirps. “This is Pixie-Bob”, she points to the blonde one. “Tiger”, the man to the right. “And that’s Mandalay”, the last one opposite of her. “These are technically our hero names, but It’s not like you’ll be needing them for much.”

“You still haven’t told me why I’ve been brought here.”

“You've been brought here because you're special”, says Mandalay. Her voice is a soft lull, urging you to return to your comatose slumber.

“You’ve been scouted, kit-kat!” Ragdoll agrees loudly, almost with a purpose to snap you out of your fading daze.

“What?”

“It means someone you know very well thinks you're worthy to be rescued from your unfulfilling past. It's an endorsement of sorts. You’ll spend the rest of your life serving us instead”, Pixie-Bob adds, but it does little to aid your confusion.

They can't think you'd agree to this, right?

“What?” you question again as if your mind has been wiped of any other vocabulary.

“Cat got your tongue?” Ragdoll screeches another grating giggle that sets your nerves alight. “You’ve been leashed now, kit, so you best put those claws away and submit to your new owner.”

“I've got no owner, freak”, you spill like a cup boiling over. “You must've taken too much catnip.”

Mandalay jerks in her seat. “What makes you think—”

Tiger places a hand across Mandalay as if to bring her back down. His domineering presence washes over the room in a volatile wave. “Stubbornness is nothing new to me”, he finally speaks and his stern tone unwillingly commands your body to full attention. “We’ve already had our fair share of spouting brats who don’t know a modicum of what's best for them, and the result is the same each time. They fold. They inevitably realize where they fall in the dichotomy of cat and owner, and they learn to accept the joys of submitting.”

“These aren't the actions of a hero”, you snap, meeting his dour stare with one of your own.

“A hero saves, and that's what we're attempting to do when we take in a helpless stray like you. We're only trying to create a family. The relationship between cat and owner is mutually beneficial. Your friend here is the perfect example.” He gestures to the far left end, at the woman curled up at Pixie-Bob’s feet and you gasp.

How have you not seen it this entire time?

Even with the striped cat ears and butt plug tail, you recognize that form and the scars and birthmarks along it. Your heart lurches beneath your ribs as your breathing escalates to ravenous panting.

Amidst the eerie silence, Tiger strikes a bizarre pose; his balled fists raised on both sides to rest at the top of his head as his wrists are bent slightly forward to make faux cat ears much like the pair already on his head.

“The World Should be Cats”, Tiger chants proudly. Your mind reels at the sudden nature of it.

As if the start of a domino chain, everyone else in the room follows suit. Pixie-Bob, then Ragdoll, then Mandalay, and finally your friend.

“The World Should be Cats”, they all repeat in unison.

Ragdoll laughs and laughs and laughs.Your friend smiles, a deep crescent moon—eyes blank and docile yet fulfilled.

What the fuck? Your hairs poke from your flesh like needles.

Their hands drop as if the ritual never occurred but your friend remains blissed as if high from the words emitted from her own lips.

“Kitty”, Pixie-Bob tugs at the chain leash in her palm.

“Yes, Mistress”, your friend looks toward the end of her collar with puppy-like adoration.

“Show your dear bestie what I own”, Pixie-Bob orders.

“Right away, Mistress”, your friend turns your direction and you gawk as she stands to pose, knees slightly bent and legs spread in all her humiliating glory. The lower half of her face still glistens with Pixie-Bob's juices while her cunt is stuffed and slicked with arousal.

Your head shakes on its own. “No, you're forcing her.” That isn’t her, it can’t be! “You’re full of shit! She’d never agree to something like this!”

An epiphany, piercing and unshakable, breaches the depths of your psyche, even in its disordered state; That water bottle from earlier must’ve had drugs in it—it’s the only sensible way I could’ve been brought here.

As if your thoughts were transcribed before her, Pixie-Bob smiles at your realization, and if it can grow any wider, she’d split her face in half. “Really?” she runs her hand over the inside of your friend’s thigh and her features scrunch together in bliss as her body chases Pixie-Bob’s touch. “I’m sure she’s told you all about her new girlfriend.”

A chill rolls over you. “You’re Ryuko?”

Pixie-Bob nods. “And I’m pleased to meet the darling mouse in the flesh”, her tongue pokes out to dampen her lips, ready to pounce at the sight of you before her focus goes back to your friend, shifting the dildo poking from her drooling hole. “That feels real good, doesn't it, slut? You must be so pent up from keeping it in all day, and not coming unless I ask you to.”

“Yes, Mistress”, your friend moans, thighs snapping around Ryuko’s wrist.

It's like nothing else matters to her.

Ragdoll begins to join in on the teasing, inspecting the damp trail between your friend’s legs. “Wow, Koko”, she taps her clit like a small, wet drum. “I think she deserves a reward for that.”

“Hmm, she did bring in some awfully interesting goods today”, Ryuko looks to her ‘kitten’ for the answer. “What do you think, kitten? Do you deserve to cum?”

“I deserve whatever you think I deserve”, she squeals softly while tensing her fists.

You were never that important.

Ryuko mulls it over for a second, tapping her lip with her unoccupied hand before shaking her head. “Sweet, but lazy answer. Finish up down there and maybe I'll think about letting you cum this time.”

Your friend's head droops in defeat yet she falls obediently to her knees, still shuddering as she complies with what must be an agonizing request.

“What happened to you?” you can only whisper to yourself as you’re certain your friend is too far gone to hear it. What she's wrapped up in is worse than any cult you could've possibly imagined.

“She was just like you, y'know.” Ryuko says, snarkily. “I have a special touch. I made this one all by myself.”

The bolts keeping your peace of mind at bay are slowly lubed loose with Ryuko's words looping on repeat, slipping the final welds out of place until there's nothing left.

“I'll kill you!” Your limbs flail at your sides, powered by the strength of your vitriol until the ropes around you hiss from the friction. “What did you do to her!”

The two giddy women appear to be unaffected by your outburst as they continue to give condescending grins, and although the Mandalay was riled up earlier, she doesn't seem to take any offense to it either.

“You'll find out soon enough”, Mandalay watches you, her pupils blown as deep as wells with intrigue. She’s stone-faced as she views you with detached cruelty, like a photographer watching a lion maul a zebra through the lense of their camera.

“The yelling is totally ruining this for me. What a bore.” Ryuko fake yawns and you wish the ropes would loosen just a little so that at least the ghost of your fist can meet her face. “Tell her this is your place now so we can get going.”

“I love Ryuko and I love being here, so please don't be worried”, the ‘kitten’ says meekly and it's difficult not to be swayed by those eyes brimming with a contentment you can't understand. "The World Should be Cats, it is what people like you and I are made to do. You'll see this soon enough."

Cats? You abhor the thought. How can we be something we're not?

“You heard her, she's happy here”, Ryuko pulls the leash upward to bring your friend to her feet. “I'll see you later, have fun training your new toy”, she says to Tiger, making her way to the door as the others follow behind her.

“See ya, Tiger!” Ragdoll chimes on the way out. “Good luck with that.”

Mandalay only casts you a glare.

“I'll get you out of here!” you shout to the husk of your friend, hoping there’s a part of her still alive enough to acknowledge it.

“You should be more worried about yourself.” Tiger towers over you, a glower scrunching his face. “You don't even know what's in store for you.”

“I don't care, none of it will break me as long as she's here”, you spit. As silence instills, your prior contempt evolves into deep sorrow for your friend's circumstances, a growing hopelessness that maybe she actually wants this.

“Your determination is admirable, but if you were truly a good friend you'd realize she's never been more in her element. Soon you too will know the joys of such simplicity.”

“You think you're some kind of savior for capturing innocent people? You do it for your own pleasure.”

“Of course I do enjoy the process, but I also love to give. When I devote someone to me, I too am devoted to them. I free them from the cruel realities of hero society and allow them to occupy their mind with only love and servitude.” He grins at the sight of your body unconsciously cowering away. “You desire security, don't you? You want someone you know will never leave nor betray you. Am I correct?”

“How would you—”

“It's written all over your face. You're a wounded cat, trying to play lion. You bare your claws whenever someone tries to enter your heart because you're scared they're only using you.”

“As if I'd ever welcome someone like you.”

“We’ll see, pet.” He paces outside your vision. “Hina”, he makes a call to whatever or whoever's behind you.

A woman in a lab coat appears at his side, but before you could wonder how long she’s been there, you recoil at the sight of a syringe filled with a mysterious beige liquid.

“No-No!” you thrash, ignoring the burning of the ropes against your skin. “Get the fuck away from me!” you holler some more, although your squirming is useless as the pin prick of the needle strickens you with fear instantly. Once emptied, the woman leaves just as quickly as she appears.

Sharp pressure runs through the circuits of your right arm, a much warmer sensation soon takes it place—much like the unhinged flames of arousal.

At the strange feeling, you instinctually move your thighs only to realize Tiger has freed them while your attention was drawn to the needle.

This is your chance. You repeatedly shove your feet into his abdomen, sinking your heels deep into his gut, but he's an unwavering mass of muscle, enduring the brunt of each kick with not even a grimace contorting the zealous gleam of eyes.

“C’mon, is that all you've got!” Tiger yells with eerie encouragement. “You'll never make it out of here with those love taps”, he guffaws before putting an end to your struggle by grabbing your waist to lift you onto his lap as he moves into the reclining seat you were once laying on.

Despite his unrelenting grip on your thighs, you attempt to shift away from him, but what couples your movements is a whip of throttling pleasure as grinding against him stimulates you in a way you never want to feel before him.

“Save your energy for what comes next, pet”, he runs a thumb along your cheek and smirks when you pull away. “Or don't, I love pushing unruly kittens beyond their limits.”

“Fuck y—” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip before you can finish as a moan nearly escapes you. “W-What did you give me?”

“You won't be fighting for long.” He laughs airily against your neck, close enough for each breath to kiss every cell along it. “You'll be begging.” His lips part to take your throbbing skin between them, you hiss as his teeth poke and scrape across you bruisingly yet deliciously.

He suckles the expanse of your collarbones, his mouth singing unspoken praises into your flesh, each a persuasive croon dictating the sways of your body even though no words are formed between his teeth.

You hate him. You hate how your pliant form joins his hymns in a sickening, yet pleasurable duet you can’t imagine stopping. Your thoughts shun the symphony enchanting your every move but your body refuses an encore.

“Nothing to say?” He asks and you hear the faint traces of cockiness spoiling his tone. “Don’t hold back your fight, I can take it.”

“Oh, screw you”, your head tumbles to his neck to try to sink your jaws into him but he stops you. “Y-Youre the most pathetic fuuuck I've had in a while.”

“Is that so?” The rough pads of his fingers tickle your senses as they move to caress your breasts, only to tear the fabric off of them once he realizes he can’t feel them in their entirety.

“Mhmmm, I've gotten better lays from a…c-cucumber.”

“Your body says otherwise, even though I’ve yet to really take you.” He takes a nipple into his mouth and you choke on air. Your eyes weld shut as your limbs surrender to the warmth molding around them, reaching deep into your bones and settling over them in fiery passion.

Every sensation is enhanced, a string of hair could stroke your heightened flesh and it’d feel like a million ants traveled along the plane of your skin, stamping their feet with each step.

It’s smothering. Paralyzing. Maddening. You can't help but feel the war is over before it’s even begun.

He retreats from you and you can only stare, glassy-eyed and shivering with your mouth making small o’s of disbelief, too resistant to the idea of pleading for his hands again.

“Is there something you want?” He asks, exposing your sex to the cool air.

“N-No”, you whimper, falling into him to try to hide each wail that’s sucked out of you in his chest, but he pulls you back. Wafts of spicy wood cologne mix with his musk to form a dizzying concoction, spurring on the clamping of your thighs.

“Look”, he guides your chin so that you can view the sticky, dripping mess between your legs. “Watch how your cunt purrs for me even from the slightest brush of my fingers.” He rubs lightly along your folds, caressing them in tantalizing lines, and like clockwork, your hole flexes and flutters, begging for his entry in puckering morse code. He presses a thumb to your peeking nub, ripe to be picked and prodded. “Should I touch you here too?”

You shake your head, too weak to utter any more cracking syllables and shaky words. But—oh—that stimulation is exactly what you need to feel complete.

How much longer can you withstand being suspended at the pinnacle of orgasm, tethering between wanting him to stop and wanting more?

“I can give you what you desire.”, he coos directly into your ear, his index breaching your walls, and running over the ridges with a humbling familiarity as if a map of your body exists in his very DNA. “Ask nicely, pet. This is your last chance.”

“Don’t want anything.” You refuse, and you’ll continue to do so even if you forget what it is you’re refusing. It’s becoming torturous. The continued denial of your cravings makes you lose sight of what’s beyond the strumming and winding of your sex, you fear you won’t remember what it is you're fighting for.

It's not enough, but who cares, you shouldn't crave anything more because it would mean becoming another success of his wicked practices and abandoning your friend.

She doesn't love you anyways, no one does. You thrash your head in refusal of the thought. Save her. It's the only way.

Whatever toxin that’s invading your system nearly forces you to go against your better judgment as it makes each thrust so wonderfully sweet and intense, until the growing haze of pleasure can't be ignored.

The flexing muscles of his wrist are hypnotic, twirling about inside you, you’re enamored by the veins that run along them, up, up his forearm to meet his sculpted biceps. In any other scenario, you’d have jumped at the chance to worship them, but his pride sickens you.

It’s better to look there, at his hands, than at his eyes, you think as something primitive inside you warns that making contact with them would dwindle the lackluster resolve you have left.

A gasp leaves you slack-jawed as his thumb toys with your clit, despite your wishes. Nothing coherent can be made out between your cacophony of sobs and pants, your teeth carve cuts into your lips to hinder them.

The slow rocking of your hips to meet the rhythm of his strokes marks the beginning of defeat in hard fought but pointless battle. You were his the moment a mere kiss was enough to torment your flesh with tingles.

Tears pierce your eyes, cooling the unhinged flame roiling beneath your skin as they trail down your cheek. You're going to cum—and you're going to cum now at this rate.

“Such beautiful sounds”, he says, noting the squelching pop of your fluids rolling around his hands. You're close, so searingly close. “But…”, he removes his hand from your cunt. “You’ve had your fill.” He swiftly takes your limp form into his arms, strapping you back to the chair with little resistance.

You begin to sigh with relief that it's over yet disappointment that you're unfulfilled, but then he moves away to fetch something that makes you wish you'd have begged like you should.

A sex machine gun is applied to the base of your bed. He adjusts the angle of it, positioning the dildo inside your cunt as you tremble wildly on your back. With a flick of a switch, the machine begins to piston inside you deep, but languid.

“No, wait!”, you howl as he makes his way toward the exit, leaving you to the whims of the thrusting device. “P-Please, I need you!”, you bemoan to deaf ears as the shaft knicks your sweet spots without providing the relief you need. “Please-Please, I’ll be good, sir. I need you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late for that, my dear pet”, Tiger smiles madly, hand already reaching for the knob. “Besides, I don’t think you understand the implications of your actions just yet.” The sight of his back and the eventual slam of the door shutting behind has you screeching in an attempt to sway your captor’s return.

But no else can hear your hoarse cries except you, and it's evident things will remain this way for a while.

#Yawara Chatora x reader #tiger x reader #wwp x reader #wild wild pussycats #wild wild pussycats x reader #tiger mha #Chatora Yawara x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #mha tiger #bnha tiger #kinktober 2023

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 4 months

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Also please tell us more about the circus of death au 🥺🥺🙏🙏

OH!!! Gladly!!! Thank you so much for asking about one of my aus it means a lot :D!

Okay okay- so- Circus of Death au, my beloved, it's been a while so I think I'll do a lore post since I haven't explained much for this one yet.

CIRCUS OF DEATH AU

The Circus of Death (or Dead Circus for shorter convenience) is a circus of dead souls that exist in a magical demonic space between life and death!

They greet those who have stumbled into that realm and provide them with one final performance before death!

Only those who have - died tragically, enter the river that connects the realms, or who wish to join the dead circus - may enter the realm where the circus of death remains.

Spirits who are dead have tickets to the show which allow them to pass peacefully once the performance is over.

Those who wish to join may volunteer as an audience member during the performance - they will die during this and become part of the circus.

Don't eat the carnival food, its made of demonic shadow-y matter and you will just die.

The rest is going under a cut because it is long and also ->

CW // death, graphic details of said deaths, generally dark themes:

So. In life there was a circus. People knew it as a 'cursed circus' because they were renowned for constantly having accidents and mishaps and things going wrong.

But they were well known.

The ringmaster - literal piece of shit - had signed a contract with a demonic entity: "Give me fame and money and in exchange I will give to you all the souls that join my circus."

And so, everyone who joined the circus had signed their souls away via a contract without knowing. This caused them to be seen as a whole big massive bargaining chip by both the demonic realm and the ringmaster.

The ringmaster was an asshole and treated his circus as animals and shit. A lot of them were mutilated for his own gain (like hawks having fake wings stitched into his back for show, etc)

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Now, for the roles (+ how they died) ->

Tsunagu: Aerialist, did trapeze and aerial silks together with Shinya and he was the centerpiece of the show. (Hung and beheaded. The One Who Started It All.)

Shinya: Partners with Tsunagu, did all the same things. (SURVIVED. The Missing Piece)

Kuugo: escape artist specialising in water tricks and water escape stuff. (The lock jammed and he drowned.)

Hawks: Did acrobatics and aerial tricks. (Wings and props got stuck and he fell.)

Miruko: Did a mixture of circus acts mostly including tumbling and trampolining and knife-throwing. (The scaffolding fell and skewered her.)

Ryuko: Fire tricks such as juggling, fire performance, and such. (Set herself on fire. Down came the circus, alongside her.)

Uwabami: Snake-handler(?), she did tricks with a pit of venomous snakes and also just looked after them. (She fell in.)

Mic: Tightrope tricks, did all sorts of tricks. Also was in charge of announcements and introductions. (He fell as the structure holding the rope broke.)

Aizawa: He did knife-throwing and also looked after the kids with powerloader and midnight in the side tent. (Was crushed by the structure as he rushed out when Mic fell.)

Ectoplasm: Lion-keeper. He took care of them and did small tricks with them. He loved them a lot. (Killed by them and ripped apart by those which he cared for.)

Powerloader: The magician. He did classic magic tricks during breaks and waiting times, and entertains and looks after the audiences/circus members kids during the shows in a side tent with magic and arts and crafts. (Watched everything happen, clawed his eyes out and was killed. The Witness to it All.)

Snipe: Sharpshooter, did tricks with his gun and partnered tricks with Midnight. (Shot himself.)

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Now back to plot and lore.

The ringmaster saw Tsunagu as this. Trophy. This shiny little centerpiece for his shows that was the most important thing because he was a) pretty and skilled, and b) made him more famous for a good show.

But, since Shinya came along and partnered with Tsunagu and they were together, he HATED Shinya.

But at this point everyone knew how horrible the ringmaster was, and they were struggling financially.

So the ringmaster plotted. He was going to kill Shinya in a staged accident, which would make Tsunagu not be able to perform, and then the entire Circus -> this way, he could run away with Tsunagu and start ANOTHER circus that was more successful.

And. It worked. But not the way he intended.

Their final performance.

Ringmaster hired a few subordinates to help with the plan, sabotaging most of the equipment and stuff.

Shinya was supposed to be the first death -> he had to step in as the target for someone's knife-throwing, which he had done before.

The knife was supposed to go through his head and kill him, but the guy missed and it went in his eye, and somehow he survived but was too injured to perform. The show continued.

They did a few acts regularly to avoid suspicion and were going to initiate the plan after the break (which is after Tsunagu and Shinya's performance usually)

Tsunagu refused to skip, and went on to perform (despite this being against the ringmasters plan) and his death was the first and only pure accident.

His routine went wrong, he got tangled in his silks and basically slowly hung himself above the ring and no one could get to him bc of the ringmasters meddling.

The ringmaster lost it over this, and ragefully went up and. Cut off his head so that the rest of him could just fall down and the show resumed.

Shinya was knocked out and stuffed into a closet so he couldn't interfere and the rest of the circus members were threatened to continue, some already figuring out what was happening.

The audience also weren't allowed to leave.

Slowly, the acts played out. Sabotaged. Accidents and tragic deaths occurred and one by one, the members of the circus died. Occasionally they were simply just killed by the ones that planned it.

It ended with fire. The tent went up in flames and the ringmaster had already snuck off (with Tsunagu's head). Shinya woke up and managed to escape but he was semi delirious so didn't know what was happening.

The circus burned and the souls were claimed by the demonic entity from before, making them manifest in the other realm. But they don't know themselves, they don't know how they died. Who are they?

Shinya was the only survivor and the missing piece. That and Tsunagu's head.

In order for the circus to regain their sense of self fully, to know who they were and what they are: Shinya must die, Tsunagu's head must be burned and brought back to him, and the ringmaster must be killed.

For now, the only thing they know is to repeat their last performance over and over again in the realm between realms.

They perform and die for other dead souls over and over again, slowly learning who they were. They wear masks that show parts of themselves. But the one who still doesn't know anything about himself is Tsunagu.

He waits.

The Circus is a family, it is a whole piece, and it is waiting for Shinya to come home.

#bnha #eclair's aus #circus of death au #best jeanist #edgeshot #edgejeanist #hakamada tsunagu #kamihara shinya #ectoloader #power loader #ectoplasm #can you tell those guys are also important?#bc they are hehhehe #theres. SO MUCH MORE #but this post is long enough as it is lmao whoopsies #all my aus spawn from/have brainrot spring from listenening to specific music #and this one was from me listening to rtc musical songs on repeat on a 12 hour car journey lol #i went slightly mad #this happened #but ough thank you for asking about this au!!!!#i love it a lot and would love to talk about it some more and i also wanna go into details about their deaths and their spirits and #the parallels between them all #thank you for asking!!!! it got me all excited to see an ask in my inbox hehe i was very happy :]#realising now i have a lot of aus that involve death/an afterlife that is better than their real lives/something about entertainment or joy #within death

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tsuki-sennin-creations · 7 months

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Grand Couturier Nui Harime~! From hit anime series Kill La Kill~! Ooooooh, golly gosh jeepers, I sure do love violence and frilly clothes! Y'know, she totally would've won. ...if we lived in a logical world, smh. Ryuko fuckin' CHEATED, THIS IS SUCH BULLSH- Ah... Oh well~! C'est la vie, mon ami~! It's just as Rick Moranis taught us all! Evil will always triumph, because good is dumb!

#nui harime #harime nui #fan art #my art #mare serenitatis: scribbles of the selenian #pencil sketch #colored pencil #kill la kill #kill la kill fanart #kill la kill nui #klk #klk fanart #klk nui #studio trigger

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redtippedfox · 1 year

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Timey Wimey…Uh Oh: OFFICIAL DESIGN: King Cobra

King Cobra, alternatively known as Luka Couffaine, the oldest brother of Juleka Couffaine now Mistress Tigress. Luka is at least 24 years old, being a part of the old Miraculous Team as Vipereon for three years before Shawdow Moth got ahold of all the Miraculouses. He is very experienced with the use of the Snake Miraculous and has a very close bond with the snake kwami known as Sass. Luka Couffaine was the very first person to know Ladybug and Chat Noirs identities. He was supposed to be the one trained to take Chat Noirs place if anything were to happen to him but that honor was given to Ladybugs childhood friend and Chat Noirs closest friend, Nino. Before the corruption Luka was the oldest member on the Miraculous team as he was one year older than all of the team members including Ladybug. He was very chill and cool headed, he was also Marinette’s first boyfriend for a year but they had to break up as her duties of being Ladybug and Guardian kept them apart. Though he still loves Marinette very dearly and does have some lingering feelings for Marinette, he knows her and Adrien were meant to be and their miraculouses proved that. Luka along with Alya and Nino were the biggest Ladynoir shippers and even helped in getting the two together. Down the road Luka spends a lot of time with the dragon heroine known as Ryuko aka Kagami, due to them being patrol partners for close to two years. The two eventually have their own shipping fandom just like Ladynoir does and start dating. Luka finds Kagami’s inner music calming, soothing, and smooth but at the same time it feels like her song is always on fire adding a mixture of calmness and chaos. During the corruption he is very protective of the Dragon villainess.

Before the corruption Luka was always careful, kind, gentle and sensitive to others feelings. After the corruption he is cold-hearted and cruel, he likes to tear apart his victims feelings, teasing them over and over again, he plays with their feelings and even reverses time so he can endlessly have his fun bullying them, though he does not act this way with Marinette or his team. His relationship with Marinette no longer has any romantic feelings as he moved on through the years and even started dating Kagami. He sees Marinette as another little sister that he has to protect. He learns of Marinette’s old mentor Master Fu and despises the old man for leaving Marinette alone and for shunning Chat Noir.

Luka is notified by Alya that after Shadow Moth gets ahold of all the Miraculouses that Marinette places a mask of happiness on and hides her emotions, going to the point of lying to him about her depression. It gets worse when Marinette just stops going to school at all, staying locked up in her room. Luka tried to talk to Marinette about talking to her friends or her partner about how she was feeling but Marinette remained stubborn saying she’s already ruined so many lives she doesn’t need to ruin what little happiness her partner has now that he’s finally free from having a tragic love with her. Luka has Alya report to him about how Marinette is doing. Things didn’t get better, Marinette’s depression got really bad and her trauma of losing the kwamis got to the point Marinette couldn’t stand being near Adrien which broke the poor lovesick fools heart. Luka begins to grow a deep hatred for whoever betrayed Marinette and has a burning hatred for Monarch. Everything then started to get serious when a powerful Akuma brutally murdered Ladybug(Marinette) on Live television, leaving Luka the terrifying realization that Marinette will be stuck in this never ending bloody battle with Monarch who wants her dead. This is a stepping stone to King Cobras corruption

He has the power of the Snake Miraculous but boosted. The corrupted Akuma mixed with the Miraculous allows him to use second chance as many times as he wants. He can go back in time for a long period of time and even manipulate what happens in those periods of time both past and present. His second power is Last Chance, since second chance gives the chance to reverse time Last Chance takes away the target's chance of victory meaning he can steal their chances of victory from the lucky charm or any of his enemies. Using his voice he can charm his enemies to gain control over their bodies forcing them to do his bidding. He has the animal tendencies of a King Cobra snake and has a very venomous bite. King Cobra has the ability to turn into a snake so he can sneak up on his enemies. He can summon snake minions, his favorite being Kaguri who is named after his girlfriend Kagami, his snakes have the ability to also bite people and turn them into his slaves. He has two powers: Second Chance, and Last Chance. King Cobra can also see into different timelines through different snake miraculous holders eyes. He is able to manipulate timelines as well which does not help Marinette and eventually leads to the timeline being torn apart while trapped in the past.

He is a stable person to be around unless you say something triggering that makes him snap and violently attack you. His relationship with his akumatized team is general in command under Alya who leads the attacks and is the right hand man for Chat Blanc who plans the attacks. King Cobra is like a big brother to all of them and is very protective of them, it is best not to threaten or be near his team while he’s unstable. He fights hard to help his team capture Marinette so they can corrupt her and she can be free from the painful duty of being Ladybug…no Monarch or Argos means no sad Marinette. Maybe then Adrien and Marinette could actually be together and Sass could be back in Marinette’s warm embrace with his other kwamis. Though he is still Luka his miraculous is corrupted meaning Luka is also corrupted. If he wishes to King Cobra can detransform back into Luka though the Akuma has merged with the Miraculous.

The reason why the corrupted miraculous hero’s prefer to stay transformed is because when they are not transformed the Akumas hold is weaker and some times their old selves come to light but the corrupted kwamis like to remind their holders why they are doing this as the kwamis also have the same goal; corrupt Marinette so they can have their family whole again as the corrupted kwamis miss their guardian and Tikki. The corrupted kwamis are manipulative and their words are like poison venom that their holders feed off of. They are always successful at getting their holders back on track. Though the team does detransform sometimes so they can hang out with their kwamis as they missed them over the years that Monarch had them.

King Cobra likes to play with Marinette…he knows how powerful and smart she is with or without the Miraculous so he likes to test her limits and see what she comes up with to win, he has a lot of fun when Alya breaks the timeline and brings different versions of Miraculous hero’s into the past timeline, especially when they are different versions of Marinette with other miraculouses. He just likes testing Marinette whether its her older self or her younger self. King Cobra sticks close with Mistress Tigress, as the siblings are always together.

Because Monarch melted down the ancient Miraculouses of the very first miracle box that ever existed. The Miraculous feel incomplete, no longer whole or able to support the Kwami that inhabits the Miraculous. The rings feel wrong to the ancient magic that was used to create and protect the Miraculous and the Miraculous is trying to fix itself whenever it can with the kwami's powers. But due to Monarch using them mainly for transferring the power of the Miraculous over to the Akuma, the Miraculous no longer has the power to fix itself.

So when Monarch had the stupid idea to kidnap all of Ladybug's team and force the rings on them and then akumatize the rings. The Miraculous used the Akuma to fix itself while using the Akumas magic to make itself complete all while corrupting the Kwamis and the users. The Miraculous begins to use the Akuma and suck the Akuma of all of its magic, so it's a never ending cycle of the miraculous stealing magic from the Akuma and the Akuma stealing magic from the butterfly miraculous that it's being powered by, the Miraculouses start to become corrupted because the Akuma is giving them the wrong kind of magic to fix the Miraculous and make it complete.

The miraculous, the Akuma, and the holder merge into one with their soul, and that's how it's corrupted because the miraculous is feeding off of the Akuma and the body that's attached to the miraculous is feeding off the magic of the corrupted miraculous to get strength and be powerful.

Luka knew something bad was going to happen the moment Monarch forces the Snake ring onto his finger, the feeling of dread and hate burning through his body as the ring was akumatized he watched as it turned back into the old snake miraculous form of a bracelet. He tries to fight it and ends up almost succeeding but then the cries of Sass are heard and Luka realizes he and Sass are in his mind. Sass starts crying saying they are happy to finally be reunited and freed from that cruel man. Saying they can’t wait to be back in Marinette’s warm home eating croissants with Tikki and his other kwamis. Then he breaks out sobbing realizing that will never happen, Luka tries to comfort his friend but Sass keeps going on about how him and his kwamis will never get the happy ever after with Marinette. Sass takes it a step further, saying that their poor Guardian will never be free from her never ending duties as Ladybug as long as Monarch and Argos lived…as long as people like them existed. Sass slowly goes through Lukas memories, showing him all of the time Sass and his kwamis were happy with Marinette, showing Luka the times they spent together when he was Vipereon, making him feel the happiness he felt as Vipereon only for Monarch to take it away. The corruption takes ahold, taking Lukas anger and hate for Monarch and Argos, digging him deeper into the corruption.

Sass then reveals the Chat Blanc and Ephermal Timeline to Luka…revealing everything. Monarchs identity is revealed and the corruption takes complete hold as Luka curses Gabriel for ruining any chance of happiness Adrien or Marinette had. Sass continues to add more to the fire, he adds the torture the kwamis went through under Monarchs rule, Marinette loneliness and her depression. Luka sees how unfair Marinette and Adriens destinies were. Sass takes advantage of this.

“Isn’t it not fair? Why does that man get to know happiness and joy while he takes it from his son? While Marinette can’t enjoy love? Why does he ruin everything yet get away with it.” Sass asks sadly as he curls around Lukas neck. “If only we could manipulate the timeline…make sure people like Gabriel Agreste never exist, maybe then Marinette and Adrien could love one another without fear of Gabriel knowing.” Luka liked the idea, “Maybe we could make sure to wipe Gabriel Agreste off the timeline…then we can be free.”

“Then everyone can be free…”

Luka knows its wrong, but he wants to do it, he wants the power to manipulate the timelines, he wants to give Marinette and Adrien their happy end, he wants their family back together.

“Don’t you want them to be free?” Sass asks as he holds his miraculous out. Luka takes it and the corruption is complete.

Monarch learns not to fuck with a snake, they tend to bite and this snake enjoyed biting and ripping his eyes out. After all an eye for an eye. the peacock on the other hand…well he knows Marinette called dibs on that one…but the past Hawkmoth? Oh what fun he would have.

Besides all that he has a wedding to plan for his dear leader Chat Blanc, he just has to catch the bride first.

#miraculous ladybug #my art #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous au #luka couffaine #King Cobra #Timey Wimey..uh oh AU #Sass #snake miraculous #Akumatized Luka #corrupted miraculous heros #kwami

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