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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Dark days of our past

Request: Would you please write for Bucky & reader, wherein he's in love with Natasha but is forced to marry reader, he's never home ignores her even when she tries hard. She even has to work as a waitress for money, one-night Brock tries to rape her, Steve arrives just in time and saves her. They become good friends. It's on you if you want her to stay with Bucky or get married to Steve. It could be an au where they are not Avengers.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader, Mobster!Steve x Reader (platonic), Arianna, Sam Wilson, Clint Barnes, OFC’s

Warnings: angst, blood, scared reader, violence, characters death (implied), shot wounds, torture, language, violence

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When you wake up your head feels heavy and your throat is dry. You don’t want to open your eyes when you hear someone groaning, obviously in pain.

“Look who finally woke up, Steve. Your best buddies little wife…” Arianna chuckles striding toward you, a bloody knife in her hand.

Your eyes round seeing the blood, Steve’s blood dripping down the knife. Shaking you look at Steve. He’s bound to a chair, one eye swollen, his left arm cut open he spits blood onto the floor.

“Let her go, Arianna. Y/N has nothing to do with this shit. She was only sixteen, a young girl when this happened.” Steve tries to get you out of here, tries to make sure the woman wielding the bloody knife in front of your face won’t torture you too.

“Why should I let James Buchanan Barnes's wife go? Huh?” Mocking Steve Arianna turns around to hit his nose, causing him to groan in pain. It’s already broken but the woman kidnapping you and Steve won’t stop hitting it.

“What do you want?” Bucky is struggling against the ropes holding him to a chair, his eyes dart between his best friend and you. “I thought you are in Italy…”

“Oh, I was to kill Maria Hill. Do you remember the hot brunette? Hmm…” Now Arianna walks toward Bucky, swaying her hips. Towering over your husband she presses the tip of the knife into his shoulder. “The chick you fucked after little Y/N over there got sent to Paris…”

“What did you do?” Eyes cold Bucky tries anything to get his hands free. He can see what Arianna did to Steve. Bucky knows what happened to Maria and the others. He can’t let anything happen to you too.

“I had my revenge, James.” Pecking Bucky’s cheek, she presses the knife further into his shoulder, twisting it but James doesn’t even flinch. “I killed everyone you ever liked or worked with. Maria…Marcos…Pietro and sweet Wanda. Your brother is already dead so I couldn’t get hold of him but…” Now Arianna chuckles devilish. “I got your best friend and your wife. Who shall I kill first?”

“I got no clue why you are doing this, but I swear I’ll kill you if you touch my girl,” Steve warns and Arianna cocks a brow.

“Your girl, Rogers? Is this a sick polyamorous relationship?”

“No! She’s only mine. Bucky never wanted her, Arianna. Whatever you are holding against Bucky, Y/N means nothing to him.” Steve tries to buy Bucky time. Tries to distract Arianna long enough to get you out of this nightmare.

“He doesn’t love her…awe…poor girl…” Glancing over her shoulder she sees the tears well up your eyes. A hint of pity crosses her face before she turns her attention toward Steve again. “Then I’ll just kill you right here and now. Slit little unwanted Y/N’s throat open before I take care of James over there.”

Steve growls when she slides her knife over his arm once again. “Why are you doing this?” Your question caught her attention and she let go of Steve, turning around to walk toward your chair.

“James over there killed my beloved brother. I don’t know why, as your father refused to answer this question before he died…” Arianna smirks at the gasp leaving your lips. “Oh, I forgot to mention I killed Daddy, sorry…” She coos patting your head before she slides her knife over your thighs, drawing blood.

“Leave her be!” Steve is struggling to not lose consciousness, nodding at Bucky as his friend tries to distract Arianna. “I thought you do not love her…” Arianna starts smiling as she walks toward James. “Was that a lie, Barnes?”

Grabbing Bucky’s jaw, she forces him to look up at her as he shakes his head. “I don’t even like her. She’s only a rat stealing my leftovers but her empire, her fathers’ legacy could be mine as Y/N is my wife.” Bucky lies, praying she will fall for his lie.

“What a pity, pretty girl. Loving a man not wanting you…” Arianna is turning around once again, walking toward your position she drops the knife to get her gun out. “I’ll save you, Y/N. Make it all go away…”

“If you let her go, I’ll tell you why I killed your brother…” Bucky gasps seeing her gun aimed to your forehead. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” James is glancing at Steve who is slowly loosening the bindings holding his wrists.

“He just saved your life, little girl…” Arianna chuckles turning her attention toward Bucky. “Now tell me everything.”

Steve nods, silently begging his friend to distract Arianna longer so he can get out of the ropes. “I was jealous of your brother. He had so many sexy girls back then, was a ladies man. One day, he wanted Natasha and I got mad.” Bucky lies. If he tells her about you, she will kill you.

“Hmm…why didn’t Y/N’s father tell me so? He told me about that night, your brother and that he helped you. He said that you made a deal too.” Arianna eyes Bucky suspiciously when he glances at you gulping. “Her father, he forced me into a loveless marriage. I had to give up Natasha for her. That was his price.” Bucky gasps seeing Steve slipped one hand out.

“Why did you have to kill him, Barnes?” Her eyes darken seeing the look Bucky gives you.

“I had no choice. We fought, he had a knife and it just happend. I shouldn’t have been there; this is all my fault. Kill me but let Steve and her go. I’ll take the blame for everything. My brother is dead, just like Y/N’s father. Only I’m left…” Arianna points her gun at Bucky’s head and a tiny whimper leaves your lips, catching her attention.

“Awe…she loves you, James. Such a drama!” Loving the game, she’s playing Arianna walks toward you. She can hear Bucky breathing heavily the moment she grabs the shotgun from a table. “You know, your father refused to tell me the reason why James killed my beloved brother but I can count one and one…” She smirks down at you, aiming the shotgun to your chest. “YOU…”

“No, please let her go. I’ll do anything. I give you my empire, money and my life but let her go…” Steve’s eyes round hearing Bucky begging for your life.

“Everything?” She coos now, toying with James as she passes Steve who is freeing his other hand, nodding at you.

“Everything…I lov…” Before Bucky can end his sentence a bullet hits his body.

He doesn’t know what hits him when the shotgun almost rips his left arm off his body. Losing consciousness, he calls your name before another gunshot echoes through the hangar.

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“Please, tell me anything! How is he? Is he alive…dead…” Gasping you watch the nurse fixing the wound at your thigh. You barely feel the pain too busy to slowly lose your mind.

“Ma’am, I can’t tell you anything. I’m not a doctor.” The nurse tries and you ball your hands into fists. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N! My father just died or rather he got murdered. This means I’m the only one left to take over his empire.” The nurse turns pale hearing your father’s name as you keep on yelling.

“I had to watch this crazy whore torturing my best friend and shooting my husband. Not to mention she aimed more than one gun at my head. You will move your lazy ass and get a doctor here right now or my men will take care of you!”

“Y/N, thank god…” Sam is storming into the room, nodding at Clint who called him after he traced his boss’s phone. “Sam, do you know anything? How is he?”

“They don’t want to tell me anything. Not a family member and crap.” Sam is watching the nurse rushing out of the room, almost crashing into Steve.

“Man, you look like shit.” Clint teases.

“I had better days for sure.” Steve deadpans slowly limping toward your hospital bed. “How are you, Y/N?”

“How am I? You look like you had twenty rounds with Mike Tyson and ask me how I’m?” Steve is patting your thigh, glancing at Clint. “Do you know anything about Buck?”

“They don’t want to tell me anything. I’m his wife! I got the right to know if my husband is still alive!” Yelling once again you give the doctor entering your room a death glare.

“Mrs. Barnes, can we talk in private?” The doctor tries but you shake your head. “Sam and Clint are my cousins and Steve is part of my family too. You can tell me anything in front of these men.”

“You see…” Clearing his throat the doctor glances at the gun Sam is trying to hide underneath his jacket. “We tried anything but…” Your lips start quivering seeing the fear all over the doctor’s face. “We couldn’t save his left arm. The damage was so extensive all nerves got destroyed, just like the bones. In the end, we had to amputate that member.”

“Wait! He lost his arm…?” Sam is glancing at your stoic face as you try to let the doctor’s words sink in. “He’ll need a prosthesis, but we are positive he will survive.”

“He will survive…” Steve is squeezing your hand, nodding. “I’ll call Tony. His company is well known for its technology. He designed a leg for a friend some years ago.”

“Okay…can you call him right now. I need to tell Bucky something…” Sniffling you get up to let Sam lead you out of the room. “Sam, call all our men, including my fathers. Arianna is dead, but her father and cousins are still alive. She didn’t do this alone…”

“You are telling me to kill them all?” Sam glances at you as you look up at him. “Dad refused to tell her I was the reason Bucky killed her brother; Bucky did the same. I’ll avenge them. My husband will need some time to recover, my father is dead.”

“I’ll make the calls.”

“Sam?”

“Yes…?”

“I’ll take over my father’s empire and Bucky’s for the time being. Prepare everything to make sure we can strike back. Hard. Merciless. Bloody.”

Sam nods, watching you straighten your back as you limp toward your husband’s hospital room.

Your whole posture changed and he can hold back the smile as you push the nurse away who tries to stop you from entering Bucky’s room.

“Hell of a woman.” Clint chuckles. “Shall I call our men too, boss?” Steve nods, grinning at the nurse as she passes by. “I guess we have a new boss in town…”

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mvdcleines · 4 years

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hi, everyone!! this is dede (19, she/her, utc+2), and i’m pleased to introduce st. margaret mary’s favourite eccentric artist and the life of every party on campus, miss marie-madeleine lefebvre! more info under the cut. feel free to add me on discord (@***** ***#0688)!

the basics.

name: marie-madeleine lefebvre

age: 26 years old

occupation: graduate student (art history major)

chastitiy club position: secretary / dealer

the story.

I’M FEELING DEVIOUS.

as a young girl, they told her she was special. that she was the most intelligent child they could ever hope for, that one day, she would have some sort of great destiny to fulfill, something incredible to contribute to the world. and that, they said, is why she couldn’t just stay in school along with all the other children she’s ever known. it would be better for her if she learned some actual new things, they explained, and that is why this special program some unknown third party recommended to them would be the perfect solution. of course, it was in the pyrenées, far from normandy, where her home was and where they themselves were - but it would let her reach that potential that was inside of her already. she wanted to become learned and well-respected like papa, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

YOU’RE LOOKING GLAMOUROUS.

the route of mathematics they chose for her back at home was something of a mistake, quickly corrected by those at the gifted children’s program. they trained her in all sorts of knowledge, skills and sciences. the work was hard, harder than ever before. she didn’t have to really study before, she just… remembered what was said in classes. now it was a completely different world from what she’d known, and the change didn’t seem to be for the better. her days passed her by quickly, over textbooks, required reading, notes and guides, learning to have a sharp mind as well as excellent manners, to think critically while following every possible rule of savoir-vivre known to the world. she didn’t want to be worse than all the other students there, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

LET’S GET MISCHIEVOUS.

the life they had planned for her down to the second couldn’t seem appealing anymore as soon as she could really grasp it - when she had some time to even think about it, that is, in the middle of the night. there had to be more to being a teenage girl than absorbing facts like a sponge. a purposeless sponge, since now it didn’t seem so eager to have the floor wiped with it. the ability to pick one’s own courses came soon after that. of course, the choice was mostly up to the parents. but not if someone decided to, say, not read the letters they sent at all and refuse to answer any calls before picking what would distress them the most - any and all art-oriented courses the program had to offer. and after learning she was immensely dedicated to and rather proficient in painting, they wouldn't forbid something that brought such promise, would they? that's what she thought.

AND POLYAMOROUS.

when one achieves small victories, they only fuel the need for newer, bigger, more impactful ones. her case wasn't any different. she could find an academic path she was truly interested in and wanted to continue pursuing - could securing a social standing possibly be harder? she'd read and watched stories about wild, free-spirited women. surely such a woman would be appreciated in these strict surroundings as a break from the monotony. and so she was - the next year, when she was young and sweet, only seventeen, was an endless series of laughs. she laughed when a new social circle accepted her at her table in the cafeteria. she laughed as she choked on her first cigarette. she laughed, pulling the hands of two different boys at once, looking if no teacher could see them running to an empty dorm. she laughed when an older friend brought her a bag of coke for the first time. and when they told her to take her things, she laughed still, walking out the gates. nothing they did could bring her down, could it? that's what she thought.

WINE AND WOMEN AND WONDERFUL VICES.

all the pointless knowledge forced into her head wasn’t something she terribly missed. there was, however, still a host of problems to be taken care of. the first was, of course, the family she’d left back home. they were displeased with her getting expelled to say the least, and didn’t seem to be easy to appease. the second was her art. for all her distaste for the schooling system, she did at last have something she wanted to practice - something she wanted to master, to turn into a career, to be better, the best at. as luck would have it, both these problems had a solution. the family, thinking it would be an excellent continuation of her education, pulled some strings to get her accepted into some catholic university in paris - paris, with all its sights and nightlife, was an offer she couldn’t refuse. besides, the art history courses seemed cut out for her. she quickly regained the exact reputation she had in her previous environment - of the life of the party, the one who makes life interesting - and can still pull her weight and pass any exam after a year of slacking off in the brief moments she’s not painting or attending yet another rager. she couldn’t have it any other way, could she? that’s what she thought.

WELCOME TO THE CULT OF DIONYSUS.

the newly revived chastity club was something she chose to look into for one reason and one reason only: it seemed like the most hilarious extracurricular concept she’d ever heard of in her life. to be fair, it was even funnier when she discovered the true purpose of the club - and when she just sort of stayed there. the people, contrary to what she’d assumed, were not complete prudes - well, most of them - and they seemed to see the potential in her. she truly was valuable to their grand operation - with her reputation, her contacts and all the events she got invited to. before she thought about it twice, she was their partner in literal crime - and they’d somehow managed to become her closest companions at st. margaret mary’s. the sweet rush of adrenaline dealing provided her with wasn’t comparable to anything. maybe except for how at home she felt among these people, no matter how sappy that sounded. they needed their secretary, and she needed them, didn’t she? that’s what they thought.

the headcanons.

while the style marie-madeleine practices currently in her works (and has been for a while) is decidedly surreal (some would go as far as to call it psychedelic… i wonder why), she has dabbled in impressionism in the past, leaving it after she found it too restricting (and after she started, to put it mildly, enhancing her perception with recreational substances while painting more routinely).

despite the gifted children’s program having taught her critical thinking and a rational, mostly agnostic approach to life, marie-madeleine is very superstitious and interested in the occult, frequently giving semi-clandestine tarot readings to fellow students at st. margaret mary’s, an activity frowned upon by more religious classmates and the school itself. no one truly knows if she actually believes what she says she does or if these practices are more ironic on her part, simply another facet of the eccentric artist mythos she’s built up around herself.

marie-madeleine prefers to use her full, hyphenated first name instead of just marie, even if most people end up calling her just that out of convenience; some would say she revels in the biblical ‘sinner’ allegory, and she frequently makes jokes about her new testament namesake.

she’s gotten in trouble with the chastity club a few times before for exchanging their stock for notes she couldn’t be bothered to take but needed to study for major exams, although substituting some of her own money for the earnings she would have otherwise brought in always got her off scot-free.

she has, at some point, come across the concept of gifted kid burnout and recognized it in herself, although it didn’t bother her like some may think it would. like all her non-social responsibilities, it was just another thing to push to the back of her head.

she has a few bottles of bourbon, her alcohol of choice, hidden in strategic spots around campus, including her handbag, some of the ladies’ rooms and more. no one knows where they all are - probably including marie-madeleine herself.

marie-madeleine has always harbored something of a fondness for greek mythology, just for the sheer absurdity of it all and for what terrible beings the gods really were. then again, she’d been taught the old testament multiple times, and it didn’t seem that much nicer. whenever someone tells her she’s being a disappointment to god (more often than you’d think), she likes to think dionysus would be proud of whatever she’s doing.

she likes to write on the back of her paintings, but not just write anything - what she does is use a rather simple code she devised to mark what sort of influence she was under while painting the work in question. it just seems reasonable not to forget that.

while her drinking and drug use is pretty out of control, she doesn’t smoke as much now as she did when she was a teenager. perhaps it’s because drugs are more easily accessible to her now, or maybe cigarettes just got too boring.

she would never tell anyone this, but she has a particular love for fluffy things, especially clothes - during colder months, when no one can see her, she walks around her apartment in a thick, fluffy robe and matching slippers.

she’s a cat person if the choice is only between that and dogs, but what she really prefers pet-wise is birds. she currently owns a black-headed caique named amadeus.

despite needing it to keep up the chastity club rouse, she doesn’t keep up an appearance of religiosity in front of classmates, as it would directly contradict most of her image at st. margaret mary’s. when it comes to staff, however, she’s a perfect, if unconventional, follower of jesus christ as far as they’re concerned.

she thinks it’s very funny to sneak up on others and then say something out loud when she knows it will scare them nearly to death. complaints have been heard, but not taken to heart.

her favourite holiday is surely halloween, partially because everyone suddenly wants her to do their makeup, partially because there’s twice as many parties as usual, and partially because of how triggered the most religious of her fellow students get, which she finds hilarious.

she likes to gesticulate a lot while speaking, and has gotten in trouble for this back at the gifted children’s program when she accidentally slapped a bypassing teacher in the face.

despite acting like a leo (or perhaps aquarius) stereotype, she is actually a sagittarius (shocker).

she grows vegetables on her balcony, and somehow always forgets to collect them until it’s too late. it just happens every time and she’s stopped fighting it at this point.

it’s sometimes funny to her how much conspiracy and care is being put into the chastity club’s weed trade, simply because of how lightly she views weed when compared to what she usually stuffs her system with in her spare time.

tba!

the aesthetics.

a red wine stain, striking against silky fabric. the devious smile of someone who knows exactly what will happen next. a worn-out deck of tarot cards. traces of cocaine on a marble counter. the bold, firm strokes of a brush on canvas. a half-eaten plum. a shawl flowing along as you move. the remains of paint on your fingers. a small bottle of bourbon hidden behind books on a shelf. healing crystals. ignoring responsibility until it goes away. golden hoop earrings. a broken high heel.

the wanted plots.

the good influence ( 0/1 ). another person different from marie, but in this case, they managed to strike up a friendship that probably ends with them lending her a few brain cells in exchange for what amounts to the ‘ted, i’m gonna teach you how to live’ gif from himym.

the rival ( 0/1 ). was it something in their shared past? just a general friction between people, as it often is? no matter why, these two don’t like each other in the slightest and will do most anything to show the other who’s the better... well... chastity club member here.

the neighbor/roommate/someone crashing on her couch ( 0/1 ). just because domesticity is adorable.

more to be added, but if you have ideas, hit me up!!

#✧ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 / about .#st:intro

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angelofthequeers · 4 years

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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 47

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

@smolplantmum tagged as requested :)

Chapter 46 | Chapter 48 | AO3 link

As Ladybug swings through Paris after Adrien’s departure, people stop and point and whisper after her, but she can’t find it in her to give half a damn about what they’re saying. Honestly, being Marinette would be way preferable to being Ladybug right now, because then at least she could go undetected in the crowd and not have to deal with the fallout of Adrien’s revealed identity nearly as much as she does now, because there’s no way that’s not what at least half the people down there are talking about.

God, what is she even going to do if Adrien does lose his Miraculous? Sure, she can work with another partner to get the job done, but…they won’t be Chat Noir. They won’t have that nearly-unspoken bond that she and Chat Noir have built. They won’t have the experience, they weren’t there on that first day when she was at her most inexperienced and her lowest, but she’s being selfish by continuing down this train of thought, she needs to do what’s right for Paris –

“Uh, Ladybug?” Chloé’s tapping her foot with crossed arms in front of Ladybug. Huh. Ladybug’s on the roof of Le Grand Paris. When had she arrived at the hotel? “Are you gonna stand there all day, or should I just go and announce your presence to Hawkmoth?”

“Sorry.” Ladybug shakes her head. “Just…got a lot on my mind.”

Chloé’s face softens. “Whatever. Just c’mon, already. Souris, Ryuuko, and Luka are already here.”

When Chloé had mentioned a superhero suite, Ladybug had been picturing a spacious hotel room; nothing too big, but certainly big enough for a team of six – now seven – superheroes. What she hadn’t been expecting, however, is a massive spread of three rooms to rival Chloé’s imperial suite, and her mouth falls open when Chloé holds the door open for her and she gets her first glimpse.

“I know, right?” Chloé says smugly. “Daddy nearly fell over himself to arrange it when I said that I came with a request from the superheroes themselves. It doesn’t have much yet, but I can get whatever movies we want and a mini fridge and microwave in case we want snacks or need to refuel our kwamis, and there’s only one bed but I plan on getting more –”

“Chloé. Honey,” Ladybug interrupts with a wan smile. “It’s perfect. Thank you for being so considerate.”

“Oh, of course.” Chloé tosses her ponytail. “Anyway, I’m gonna go back up there to wait for the fox and turtle.”

“Thanks, Chloé.”

Once Chloé shuts the suite door behind her, Ladybug turns to head into the right room, assuming the layout is the same as Chloé’s suite. Sure enough, she finds Ryuuko, Luka, and Petite Souris waiting on massive white couches, with platters of food on the table for them to snack on.

“Ma – Ladybug!” Luka’s eyes light up when she enters the room.

“You,” Ladybug growls, “are an idiot and I’m going to kill you.”

Luka’s face falls. “I don’t regret a thing,” he says. “I’d do it ten times over if it meant keeping you all safe.”

“Logically, it was the smart move,” Ryuuko says. “But I agree with Ladybug. I just might end up throttling you for it.”

“I don’t understand anything that’s going on right now, and I’m afraid to ask,” Petite Souris says, looking between each of them while blinking slowly.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Ladybug says. Ryuuko and Luka’s eyes widen.

“Are you sure?” Ryuuko says.

“I’m positive,” Ladybug says. “Hawkmoth knows who Chat Noir is now. We need to be able to fully work together as a team, in and out of the masks.”

Chloé returns at that moment with Rena Rouge and Carapace, who look like they’ve been bashed around the head as they take in the suite. Chloé just snorts and sits next to Petite Souris, whose jaw drops along with Luka’s at the sight of Pollen poking her head out of her cardigan.

“What?” Chloé snaps. “I know I fucked up as Queen Bee, but I’ve been a damn good Honeybee.”

“Hey, no one’s saying you’re not,” Ladybug says. “Calm down, Chloé. I just don’t think they were expecting you to be Honeybee because of how we made sure to throw everyone off the trail.”

“Oh. Right.”

“It doesn’t feel right without Adrien here,” Rena Rouge says after a few seconds of silence. Ladybug sighs and pulls her legs up so that she can hug her knees.

“I know. I hope his father doesn’t grill him too much. But there’s no way we’re replacing him, no matter how angry Mr Agreste gets.”

“Y’know, I never hated anyone except Hawkmoth before,” Carapace says. “But I kinda feel like that about Lila now for all the shit she’s done.”

“Don’t hate her,” Luka says. “That’s energy you could be directing elsewhere.”

“Luka’s right,” Ryuuko says. “Pour that energy into Adrien instead of Lila.”

“Um,” Ladybug says. “So, uh…I guess I should tell you all that I’m not in a four-way love square, but I am dating Adrien. Chat. Both.”

“Say, what?” Rena Rouge squints at Ladybug. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Because I’m tired of keeping secrets.” Ladybug clenches her fists. “Hawkmoth already knows who Chat Noir is, and part of the Miraculous magic means that akumas can’t read our minds or make us say who we are. The only thing they can do is take our Miraculouses themselves or brainwash us into physically coming to them as a Miraculous holder.”

“We’re revealing our identities?” Chloé says. “I mean, your identities, since everyone already knows who I am. Thanks, Shellhead.”

“Hey, that’s my nickname for him,” Rena Rouge complains. Chloé flips her off in response.

“Ryuuko and Luka already know who both of us are,” Ladybug says. “And Chat and I know every one of you. So, back to why I just mentioned the whole relationship mess.” Ladybug takes a deep breath and laces her fingers. This is it. No going back. But she’d trust every single teammate with her life – even Petite Souris, after today – and if knowing each other will strengthen their bonds? “We need to be able to fully trust each other, in and out of the mask. We’re a team. We’ve got the group chat to coordinate, but some of us know an identity or two, so our dynamic is rather…imbalanced if you ask me. And since Hawkmoth knows who Chat is, he could target Chat to find out our identities. It can’t possibly be any more dangerous for all of us to know each other if the pay-off is a stronger bond between all of us. Unlike Hawkmoth and his akumas, we can rely on each other.”

“Dude, if you’re trying to convince us, I don’t think you need to,” Carapace says. Ladybug’s lips twitch.

“I just want a promise from all of you,” she says. “Today, I was nearly distracted to the point of uselessness because someone I care about – Luka – was hurt by Sanguisuga. And ever since Chat and I found out each other’s identities, it’s become so much harder to watch him take hits for me. I want you all to promise that you’ll see each other as teammates first and friends second. Don’t just ignore your teammates and not care, obviously, but don’t let yourselves get distracted and take unnecessary hits. One of the reasons to keep our identities secret is so that if, say, two of us were best friends or dating, we wouldn’t let our emotions get the better of us in the middle of a fight.”

“Of course,” Ryuuko says. “And besides, your cure fixes everything.”

Ladybug lets out a shaky laugh. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. But even if I’m not around to fix things –”

“Ridiculous,” Chloé scoffs. “Ladybug always wins. You just have to accept that if it comes down to it, we have to take the hits for you so you can fix everything. It’s not us being ridiculously noble or whatever. It’s literally just common sense.”

“Apart from Adrien,” Rena Rouge snorts. “God, now I get why he was crushing so hard on Ladybug. But hey, I haven’t been ridiculously noble, have I?”

“No,” Ladybug says. “You’ve done a good job of prioritising the mission since Faux News.”

“I promise,” Petite Souris says. Rena Rouge and Carapace chime in their agreement, so Ladybug cracks a weak smile while still fiddling with her fingers.

“So, uh, who wants to go first?” she says.

“Ooh, me!” Rena Rouge bounces on the spot with gleaming eyes. “If I have to keep it a secret any longer, I’m gonna explode. Let’s rest.” In a flash of orange light, Alya’s sitting in her spot with Trixx drifting down to sit on her shoulder. The way Carapace’s eyes pretty much bulge out of his head behind his goggles is so comical that Ladybug almost ends up in hysterical giggles. Almost. If she didn’t have to be professional about this…

“I – uh – guh –” Carapace splutters.

“Eww!” Chloé leans away from Alya. “I’ve been bonding with Césaire?”

“You think it wasn’t a slap in the face knowing you were Honeybee?” Alya says with a raised eyebrow. “Especially since I had to help you by throwing everyone off after Malediktator?”

“Blueberries!” Trixx zooms at the plate of fruit and dives into the berries. Chloé wrinkles her nose when he shovels one into his mouth.

“At least my kwami is dignified,” Chloé says. Pollen laughs and slips out of Chloé’s jacket to hover in mid-air.

“Indeed, my queen,” she says.

“Shell off,” Carapace manages to force out. An ashen-faced Alya chokes and nearly falls off the couch when Nino appears next to her in Carapace’s place.

“Nino?” she shrieks. “My superhero rival – my boyfriend?”

“I hated your guts!” Nino jabs a finger at her. “I thought you were flirting with me!”

“I wasn’t! I thought you were a dick! We hated each other because we loved each other?”

“Wait, you love me?” Nino’s eyes fill with stars. Alya groans and facepalms.

“Yes, you idiot! I even started to like Carapace, like some sort of superhero cliché, but noooo, I had to be loyal to my boyfriend because I’m not polyamorous! And it turns out that he was my love-hate rival!”

“DJ Tupac? Of course!” Chloé throws her hands up in the air. “And let me guess, dragon girl’s secretly Marinette or something?”

Ryuuko snorts. “Wrong red superhero with black hair. Open skies.”

The first person who seems to put all the puzzle pieces together upon seeing Kagami is Alya. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head, and she opens and closes her mouth like a goldfish, and then she shakily points from Ladybug to Kagami and then Luka.

“You – all of you – dating – and all of us – ohmygodmybestieisLadybugI’mgonnafuckingdie –”

“Please don’t,” Ladybug laughs, while Nino, Chloé, and Petite Souris splutter and have their own freak-outs at the realisation of her identity. “I’d hate to have to replace you. Spots off.”

“Finally!” Kagami bounds over to Marinette’s couch so that she can wrap her arms around Marinette’s waist and rest her head in Marinette’s lap, while Longg floats up to join his fellow kwamis. Luka’s only seconds behind, dropping down next to Marinette and drawing her into a side embrace.

“Hello!” Tikki settles on Marinette’s head and waves. “I’m Tikki, Ladybug’s kwami! Pleased to finally meet you all!”

“That’s the toy I gave Prince Ali! I looked up to Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé shrieks. “All that bullying and then sucking up – oh my god, this is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous –”

“Look at it this way, Chloé,” Marinette says. “How else did I know how your progress was going? Why else would I have picked you for the Bee?”

“I – I mean, sure, if you look at it that way –”

“Get calm!” Petite Souris blurts out and turns into Mylène in a flash of pale pink light.

“Mylène?” Alya exclaims. “Wait, since when are you a superhero, girl?”

“Since today.” Mylène holds her head high despite how her whole body is trembling. On her knee, the little rat kwami – Mullo, Marinette believes his name is – shoots her an approving look. “I understand if I wasn’t your first choice, Ladybug. Chat Noir said that I was the first one he could find –”

“That doesn’t make you a bad choice,” Marinette says firmly. “You did very well today. You saved me and Kagami, and you tried to take on Sanguisuga even though you were scared. You were super brave. Maybe Petite Souris can help you be brave as Mylène too.”

“Ugh, no wonder you were all “triumph of evil is good people doing nothing” and whatever,” Chloé says.

“Actually, that was thanks to me,” Alya says. “Ladybug’s best friend. Who I said I’d do on my freebie list. Oh my god.”

“Guys, the reveal was to make us stronger, not make us argue over little stuff,” Marinette says before Alya can start freaking out at the realisation that her celebrity crush is her best friend.

“We’ve been reactive for way too long,” Kagami says. “Hawkmoth now knows Chat Noir’s identity. We need to proactively try and find him before he can cause more harm.”

“Honestly, part of the reason why we’ve been so reactive is that Tikki didn’t think we were ready,” Marinette admits. “Who knows how long he’s been a Butterfly wielder? But with this team, I know we can take a more proactive stance.”

“We should start coming up with some ideas now, then,” Luka says. “You can fill Adrien in through the group chat tonight.”

“Good idea!” Mylène rummages around in her bag for a notebook and pen. “We can write our ideas down in here. I’m always prepared for when Ivan thinks of song lyrics and doesn’t have anything to write them down with!”

“So.” Marinette cards her fingers through Kagami’s hair; such a normal action as opposed to the conversation they’re about to have. “Any ideas?”

But before anyone can toss a suggestion into the air, a tiny black thing comes barrelling through the open window of the superhero suite and skids to a halt above the table of food.

Wait. It’s not a thing. It’s…Plagg? With the ring around him?

“Plagg?” Marinette gasps. “What are you doing here? Where’s Adrien?”

“I’m sorry!” Plagg says with wild green eyes. “I’m sorry, Marinette, I tried to stop it, but I –”

“Plagg, slow down!” Tikki zooms up to Plagg and grabs his tiny paws, and she’s joined by Trixx, Wayzz, Pollen, Longg, and Mullo. “Was Adrien compromised? Tell us what happened.”

Plagg nods shakily. “So, Pigtails, remember when you and Adrien thought his dad could be Hawkmoth?”

Marinette claps a hand to her mouth to keep down the bile that threatens to rise into her throat. “Mr Agreste is Hawkmoth?” she whispers. “But – Adrien’s there! With him! And I just let him go! Plagg, what happened to Adrien?”

“His mother’s alive,” Plagg rasps. “Creepy dude’s been keeping her in some life support thing in the basement. That’s why he wants the Miraculouses: he wants to wish her back.”

“Wait, what?” Mylène says, while Chloé pales to the colour of chalk.

“A-Auntie Emilie?” she whispers.

“Combining the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculouses lets you make one wish,” Tikki says. “But doesn’t he know that he has to pay a price of equal value? What if he has to sacrifice Adrien?”

“Doesn’t even matter right now.” Plagg covers his face with his hands and groans. “I shouldn’t have left! I shouldn’t have ditched my kitten like that! Now he’s Phantom and –”

“Wait. Phantom?” Luka leans forward so suddenly that Marinette nearly topples sideways. One look at his face is enough to make Marinette shiver, because Luka Couffaine isn’t a boy who gets angry easily, but his expression right now is terrifying enough to make her want to hand over her earrings just to erase it from existence. “Adrien was akumatised?”

Chloé lets out a loud gasp, while everyone else looks to be turning various shades of green. “Adrikins! How could his father do that to him?”

“He tried to resist,” Plagg says miserably. “My poor kitten tried so hard. But between finding out his dad’s Hawkmoth and his mum’s alive…he managed to resist enough to not tell Hawkie who you guys are, though.”

“So…is Phantom going to come after us, even if he didn’t reveal who we are?” Kagami says, pushing herself up so that she can reach over and grab Marinette and Luka’s hands. “He knows our identities.”

“Not yet.” Plagg shakes his head viciously. “As far as he knows, you guys aren’t meeting till tonight. But…he’s gonna take Hawkmoth to get other Miraculouses.”

Marinette shrieks and tries to jump to her feet so quickly that her arms are forced to windmill so that she doesn’t fall flat on her face. “Master Fu! He knows where to find Master Fu!”

“Master who?” Chloé says.

“Master Fu!” Wayzz’s yellow eyes are wide with horror. “The Guardian of the Miraculouses! My previous holder!”

“Guys!” Marinette takes a deep breath and starts mildly flapping her hands to give her a physical anchor to focus on. “Okay. Make sure you stick together. We don’t know how strong Phantom is or what his powers are, especially if Hawkmoth is with him. I have to get to Master Fu before Phantom does.”

“Possession and bending others to his will,” Plagg says quietly. “He’s literally a ghost. A shade of himself.”

Marinette winces. “Great. God, I hope Adrien doesn’t remember any of this when we save him…”

“Bits and pieces.” Chloé’s shoulders slump. “They’re not really concrete memories. They’re like little flashes that come when there’s a reminder.”

“We’ll come with you,” Kagami says, then holds up a hand before Marinette can protest. “You shouldn’t go alone in case Phantom and Hawkmoth are there. We can help take down Hawkmoth, and I can at least buy us some time to get away if we need to retreat.”

“So can I, with Mirage,” Alya chimes in.

“Kagami’s right,” Tikki says. “Master Fu would much rather you bring back-up, even if it means other people knowing where he is. And if Hawkmoth finds him, it won’t really matter much, will it?”

“You’re right,” Marinette sighs. “Okay. Plagg, where’s the akuma, do you know?”

“The charm you gave him back during the game tournament.” Plagg’s ears droop. “It’s around his wrist. That’s all I saw before I got the heck outta there.”

“Everyone get that?” Marinette says, and her teammates nod. “Don’t take unnecessary risks. We’ve got each other’s backs, but don’t lose focus, or Hawkmoth could get away with Adrien and the Miracle Box. Speaking of…Luka, if you’re willing, could you –?”

Plagg’s already swooping down to Luka before Marinette can finish speaking. Luka nods and holds out his hand so that Plagg can rest on his palm and deposit the ring.

“Of course, Marinette,” he says, slipping the ring onto his finger.

“Right. Let’s do this!” Marinette says. “Tikki, spots on!”

“Plagg, claws out!”

“Trixx, let’s pounce!”

“Pollen, buzz on!”

“Wayzz, shell on!”

“Longg, bring the storm!”

“Mullo, get squeaky!”

In a burst of rainbow light, seven superheroes take the place of seven teenagers. Luka’s Black Cat outfit is him to a tee: just a green-lined black leather jacket with a green paw print on the back of the jacket and his black fingerless gloves, over a high-collared black top, torn black pants with bright green visible beneath the rips, black combat boots, a studded black belt that falls into a tail behind him, green cat eyes behind a plain black mask, and green-lined black cat ears sticking out of his hair, which is now tipped in bright green. He reaches back to unclip his baton from the small of his back and nods, his mouth set in a stormy line.

“Just call me Noir,” he says. “Doesn’t feel right to come up with a name and everything when I’m not the real Black Cat. And Hawkmoth will probably guess who I am anyway.”

With a terrifying light in her eyes, Honeybee cracks her knuckles and growls, “That son of a bitch is gonna pay for what he’s done to my Adrikins.”

“Sorry, Honeybee, but you’ll have to get in line,” Ryuuko says, unsheathing her sword. The zing that results is sharp and deadly, honing Ladybug’s focus to the mission before her because with no Chat Noir, it’s up to her to step up and be the sole leader. As amazing as Noir is, he’s not Chat Noir.

“Everyone ready?” she says. Her teammates nod, so she takes a deep breath. “Then let’s go and kick butterfly butt.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #aotq fic #aotq: hold me #marinette dupain-cheng #kagami tsurugi #ryuuko #luka couffaine #cat!luka #alya cesaire #rena rouge #nino lahiffe #carapace #chloe bourgeois #mylene haprele #akumatized adrien #identity reveal #final battle next boooyyyyssss

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RWRB Study Guide: Chapter 7

Hi y’all! I’m going through Casey McQuiston’s Red, White & Royal Blue and defining/explaining references! Feel free to follow along, or block the tag #rwrbStudyGuide if you’re not interested!

Crêpe-eating tourists (157): Crepes are a thin, flat pancake traditionally filled with sugar, but commonly filled with other toppings. They are an iconic French dish and are popular with tourists both for this reason and because they are typically inexpensive.

Place du Tertre (157): A square in Paris, it is in the Montmarte district, which is known for its art history.

Crusty baguettes (157): Baguettes are a French bread that is meant to be crusty on the outside and soft on the inside.

Le Monde (158): The most popular French newspaper.

Fromagerie Nicole Barthélémy (158): A famously wonderful cheese shop in Paris.

Parisian cheese shop (158): French cheese are known for being fancy and especially good.

Pisces (159): A zodiac sign known for being compassionate, artistic, and intuitive. (more)

NYU (159): New York University.

The Met (159): The Metropolitan Museum of Art, a famous art museum in New York.

Joanne (160): JK Rowling, who wrote the Harry Potter books, and has been pretty consistently homophobic and transphobic on twitter.

Freddie Mercury (161): Lead singer of the band Queen, Mercury never officially came out, but he had long-term relationships with both men and women and was known for his camp performances, and there are claims that he was “openly gay”. His flamboyance and camp performances, as well as his relationship with partner Jim Hutton, essentially demanded that people simply take him as he was. He died of complications from AIDS in 1991, one day after admitting openly that he had been diagnosed four years earlier. (More)

For context within the book, he wrote “Don’t Stop Me Now”

Elton John (161): A famous British musician. He came out as bisexual in 1976, then as gay in 1992. He and his husband, David Furnish, became civil partners in 2005, the day they became legal in the UK. They were officially married on the ninth anniversary of their civil partnership, the year that gay marriage was legalized within the UK. (More)

Bowie (161): David Bowie, who was a bi British musician and actor who, in 1976, described his bisexuality as “the best thing that ever happened to me”. His wife (who was also bi, and with whom he often shared partners) claimed that he had a relationship with Mick Jagger, though his bisexuality has been consistently erased, both during his life and since his death. (More)

Again for book context, Henry’s dog is named for David Bowie

Jagger (161): Mick Jagger, an English singer/songwriter and member of the Rolling Stones, known for his promiscuity. As mentioned above, he and Bowie pretty clearly had a relationship, though his Wikipedia makes no mention of queerness. (More)

Oakley Street (161): A street that runs through an affluent borough of London.

Stonewall (161): The Stonewall Inn in New York City is a gay bar. The riots against police brutality there in July of 1969 are heralded as the beginning of the gay rights movement.

SCOTUS decision in 2015 (161): The Supreme Court ruling that legalized gay marriage across the US.

Walt Whitman (161): An American poet who wanted to become The American Poet and saw himself as the quintessential American. His poetry often deals with his queerness, and he absolutely slept with Oscar Wilde in the late 1800s.

Fun fact; he is celebrated in the movie The Dead Poets Society, which is incredibly popular with Sad Gay English Majors and which Henry would definitely have seen.

Laws of Illinois 1961 (161): In 1961, Illinois became the first state in the US to repeal its sodomy laws.

White Night Riot (161): A series of riots in San Francisco protesting the lenient sentencing of the man who killed Harvey Milk, the first openly queer politician. The riots were the most violent queer uprising since the events at the Stonewall.

Paris is Burning (161): A 1990s movie celebrating drag ball culture in New York. It celebrates in particular queer communities of color in the late 1980s, when the AIDS epidemic was at its peak.

“If I die of AIDS...” (161): This is a real photo; you can find it here. The man’s jacket could refer to a form of protest called “die-ins”, where people with AIDS would go to a homophobic politician’s office or another public place where they were refused treatment and simply not leave until after they died. (see it here)

Chop my own tit off (162): Fun mythology fact; the Amazons (warrior women from Greek mythology) actually did this to make themselves better archers.

H fucking W (162): George HW Bush, a former US president.

George (163): George Villers was the boyfriend of King James the I/VI, and Prince George, Duke of Kent, was rumored to be in a polyamorous relationship in the 1920s.

Edward (162): Edward II was a famously gay king. He was may have been "wedded brothers" with Piers Gaveston and may have also had a relationship with Hugh le Despenser the younger following Gaveston's death. (More)

James (162): The British king known for translating the Bible and being just... indescribably gay and very deeply horny. He promoted his boyfriend, George Villers, to the highest non-royal position in the UK within a few years of starting to date him. James’s friends actively tried to set him up with hot guys for their own political gain.

Alexander (163): Alexander Hamilton was an incredibly bi founding father. He’s remembered for founding our current national banking system, having the first ever American sex scandal, and for literally never shutting up or knowing how to stop being A Lot All The Time.

Catalina (164): Catalina is an island near Los Angeles. On a more meta level, St. Catalina was a respected writer.

June (164): June Carter Cash was an American singer/songwriter/director/comedian.

Tricky Dick (164): Richard Nixon, a president remembered for wiretapping his opponent.

Taft (165): 27th president of the United States.

Eisenhower (165): 34th president of the US.

Baby (166): this is what Henry’s mom calls him; I wrote a thing about it here.

Daily Mail (166): A trashy British tabloid.

Lollapalooza (167): A music festival in Chicago known for setting fashion trends and having lots of drugs.

Joni Mitchell (167): A singer/songwriter known for her innovative use of the guitar, including unique tunings, chords, and a unique fingerpicking/strumming style. (Listen here)

Cocaine (168): A highly addictive drug. It is snorted, smoked, or injected, and while it makes people feel more confident or forget their problems, the highs from it last only up to about 30 minutes, which often drives people to take it more frequently. Side effects (aside from addiction) include a loss of appetite, irritability, and increased mental health issues.

Spitfire (168): Someone with a quick temper or willingness to fight.

High as a kite (169): Someone who’s “high as a kite” is on a lot of drugs and is still enjoying the high.

Clean (169): Drug/alcohol free.

Stiff upper lip (170): Ability to seem determined or hold it together in the face of hard times.

A levels (170): A UK test taken for admittance to college, similar to the ACT/SAT in the US

Henry V at RSC (171): Henry V is a Shakespearean history play about the life of Henry V, especially focused on the events of the Hundred Years’ War. RSC, or the Royal Shakespeare Company, is a Shakespeare theater company in London.

Travis County (171): The Texan county where Austin is located.

Surfside (171): A beach in Texas.

Adderall (172): A prescription drug taken for ADHD but commonly abused by students to help them stay awake for all-nighters or focused for unhealthily long study sessions. However, given McQuinston’s claim that Alex has undiagnosed ADHD, it likely helped him to be able to focus and helped his brain work the way it was expected to.

Almond milk (vs. dairy) (173): Texas has a huge dairy industry, and almond milk is not great for the environment.

The Gun File (173): American gun law is so deeply broken.

WASPy Hunter’s Harvard pencil cup (175): Harvard is a prestigious college in Boston; it has a reputation for being mostly rich white folks.

Iron curtains of gerrymandering (175): Gerrymandering is a form of drawing lines for voting districts to disenfranchise marginalized voters. It is a form of skewing elections to keep power in the hands of the powerful that divides marginalized votes, making people of color or poor folks the minority in their districts, therefore erasing their votes on a broader scale.

Vision-boarding his funeral (175): a vision board is typically made to inspire someone to pursue a goal.

Parks & Recreation (175): A popular American sit-com focused on the parks and recreation department in a small town in Indiana.

Leslie Knope (176): a Parks & Rec character. One of her defining traits is an aggressive, overwhelming love for the people in her life.

Mid-century rug (177): Mid-century furniture and style is characterized by lots of color and playful patterns (following the more reserved WWII period in the 1940s); it is rising in popularity again as a classy yet fashionable look.

J14 (178): A teen fashion/celebrity magazine.

Sacramento Bee (178): The largest newspaper in Sacramento, CA.

Southerness (180): In positive lights, the American South is known for its genuine, warm, unselfish hospitality.

Jane Austen my life (180): Jane Austen is a British author whose novels star lower/middle class women who fall in love with rich men. They typically try to avoid these men for large portions of the book, or at least have rather negative feelings about them due to a misunderstanding or other failure to communicate.

LSAT (181): the test taken for admittance to law school.

Carmarthenshire (183): A largely agricultural county in South Wales. As a tourist destination, it is known for its wide range of outdoor activities.

Llwynywermod (184): A royal estate in Carmarthenshire, the biggest building of which is a renovated three-bedroom farmhouse. It is surrounded by the rolling green hills common to south Wales.

Finals (in the US) (185): At US colleges, a semester’s final tests (typically worth up to 30-40% of a final grade) take place the week after classes end.

Stamp on his forehead at The Tombs (185): Tombs is a bar near Georgetown. According to reviews, and “Tombs Night” parties, where students celebrate their 21st birthday and get their foreheads stamped at the end of the night, are a Georgetown tradition.

Jumped in Dalhgren Fountain (185): Dalhgren Fountain is in the center of Georgetown’s campus. Swimming in it is a Georgetown tradition.

Summa cum laude (186): “with greatest honor”.

Ceviche (186): A seafood dish native to Peru that spread to Mexico, where it contains lime, avocado, chili peppers, onions, and cilantro.

Palm Room (187): The gateway to the West Wing, the area of the White House where most politics happen.

Hoe Dameron (190): A reference to Star Wars character Poe Dameron, a rebel pilot and the first Latino main character in the series.

Prince Buttercup (190): Princess Buttercup is the heroine/love interest in The Princess Bride,

West Hollywood (190): One of the most prominent gay neighborhoods in the US.

“Call Me” (191): The most popular song of 1980; it was originally written for the film American Gigolo and inspired by the film’s opening sequence of a character driving along the coast of California. (Listen here)

“So Emotional” (191): An absolute bop about enjoying being in love. (Listen here)

“Don’t Stop Me Now” (193): A Queen song where Mercury sings to both a man and a woman; it’s a huge bop. (Listen here)

In-N-Out (194): A fast food restaurant/burger chain native to California and unavailable in other states.

Animal style (195): Animal style burgers are an In-N-Out staple; it includes the typical burger toppings, along with mustard fried into the patty, pickles, onions, and extra spread.

French-fries-dipped-in-milkshake (195): a truly god-tier American dessert tradition.

“O captain, my captain” (196): A reference both to the idea of a lacrosse team captain and to Whitman’s poem, “O Captain, My Captain” (as mentioned above, Whitman was a deeply gay American poet).

Burberry (200): A posh British brand of clothing known for its classy, traditional pieces.

Cats that caught the canaries (200): A cat that caught a canary is a person who looks smug or satisfied.

Mother hen (201): A “mom friend” or someone who will do everything they can to look out for people they care about, sometimes to the point of it being annoying.

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If there’s anything I missed or that you’d like more on, please let me know! And if you’d like to/are able, please consider buying me a ko-fi? I know not everyone can, and that’s fine, but these things take a lot of time/work and I’d really appreciate it!

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 8

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Introduction

This is an Archive blog for content of all incarnations of the ship of Rios and Angel's OC, first Sylar (Syrios) then Lorian (Lorios) then Judas (Judios) then Paris (Paribal - yes, it broke the pattern, although Parios works too), and with the Polyarmoury (the polyamorous of Lorian/Judas/Paris with Cris and the holos). There will be an updated blog with all of Dawn (@cristobalrios) and Angel's (@assasenach) ships together soon, and I will link to it here.

Hello, Star Trek: Picard fandom. Due to the serious lack of Syrios and Lorios content in the fandom, we have decided to create a blog solely dedicated to everything pertaining to the canon/oc relationship between Cristóbal Rios and Lorian and Rios and Sylar (primarily Sylar since Lorian came later), and our version of the show where their relationship is canon.

Please note that triggering content will often be present on this blog, due to the nature of the pasts of both these men.

We currently run this blog by ourselves, although depending on its level of success, we may accept other members.

This blog is extremely mobile-friendly with no heavy formatting or specific aesthetic.

About Us

We are a pair of LGBT+ roleplayers; Dawn, and Angel, both over the age of eighteen. Dawn writes the first version of Cristóbal Rios to have been shipped with Angel's original character Lorian.

Submissions

Although we primarily post/reblog our own content, we do encourage submissions, anonymous or otherwise. As for the required criteria - it must be related to the ship/shipverse in some way, regardless of format; fanfiction, memes, edits, incorrect quotes (please tell us the source so they can be credited in the tags), confessions, etc. If it's Lorios-related it's always welcome here, even if the ship itself isn't the main focus of your content. (Sending us posts to reblog which remind you of the ship works perfectly too!)

On an additional note, we have a positivity post where you can comment what you like about the ship and its characters.

Is there any content you don't want to see here?

This is solely a Syrios/Polyarmoury blog, so any content that isn't related to the ship/relates to another romantic/sexual relationship with either character. Platonic relationship/friendship content for other characters with Rios or Lorian / Sylar is welcome, so long as it is set in the verse where their relationship is canon.

Help us make our ship 'canon' on Archive Of Our Own

So far, the relationship tag isn't common enough to be filtered as common, so if you would like to help us achieve that, go ahead and tag any Lorios or Syrios fanfiction you post on there with the direct Cristóbal Rios/Lorian or Cristóbal Rios/Sylar tags.

Content on other sites

Syrios fanfiction on AO3 - Polyarmoury fanfiction on AO3 - Angel (angel_bob) - Dawn (cristobalrios)

Dawn's Pinterest Boards - Polyarmoury | Nueva T'Paal Mak'ala | Syrios (Prime) | Matelot (Syrios Mirror)

Angel's Ships Pinterest Board

Angel's Lorios Playlist

Angel’s Lorios Folder on DeviantArt

Angel's Syrios-Verse Quizzes (x) (x)

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if you heard screams of rage sometime in the past 12 hours, that was me. I decided to look up Eleanor Cobham in a history book I already knew was shitty (Mary McGrigor’s The Sister Queen: Isabella and Catherine de Valois).

First, her name is given as Elizabeth in the index. But no biggie, because this is the book couldn’t even stick to a consistent spelling of Catherine and said Henry V and Catherine de Valois made their entry into Paris in 1520.

Then it’s absolutely vile about her.

And I got ranty.

okay, doing this chronologically. so this author has a hotline to the afterlife and knows, okay, Catherine de Valois’s precise emotional state at any given moment, but Eleanor is only “reputedly beautiful”. *eye roll* And for the record, those kids are in all likelihood not Eleanor’s because SHE WAS KNOWN TO BE INFERTILE. JFC, if she had kids, they would have been legitimised when she and Humphrey married. And no, magic isn’t real.

Yes, what happened with Jacqueline was really shitty. It is actually a lot more complicated than “he abandoned her to fuck Eleanor” since until their marriage was annulled, he was trying to aid her (maybe not as well as he could have done but he wasn’t just sitting on his arse). The tragedy of Jacqueline’s situation is that the moment Henry V died the attempt to reclaim her inheritance was doomed to failure and politically untenable but neither she or Humphrey realised that.

Regardless, if Eleanor and Humphrey blatantly had an affair in front of Jacqueline, that’s especially shitty. But we don’t know they did. We don’t know anything about their affair until it was “known” in 1425. Personally, I like to headcanon a polyamorous relationship that went boom due to personal strain (e.g. the difficulty in the Hainault campaign, Jacqueline’s apparent stillbirth in 1424).

And we have very little evidence of Eleanor’s personality. We have NO EVIDENCE that she was mean or ill-tempered. The anonymous chronicler is obviously writing in the aftermath of the accusations of witchcraft which most historians think are bullshit, designed to exploit Eleanor’s irregular position (i.e. a minor gentlewoman who was married far above her station) and her unpopularity. Their marriage might have been viewed as incompatible simply because of the vast differences in their social standings - Gloucester was son, brother and uncle of kings, Eleanor was a knight’s daughter. Maybe we should consider that narrative as classist?

And we have NO EVIDENCE Gloucester regretted marrying her. He never said anything against her, even during her trial when it would have been expedient to do so. There is no record he cheated on her or took a mistress - even after their divorce. There is an account he went to the parliament at Bury St Edmunds where he was arrested for treason and died in custody because he had been promised a pardon for her. AUTHOR, HE LOVED HER.

No. This wasn’t “thanks to her position”, this was thanks to the the lack of precedents for trying a peeress for felony and treason. And someone was probably pissed off that they couldn’t kill Eleanor because the law was changed in 1442 so peeresses could be charged with and executed for treason. YAY.

“merely made to walk through the streets of ‘London like a common prositute’ before being sentenced to life imprisonment under strict supervision”

"merely”

Look, public humiliation and shaming - being made through London bare-headed (some accounts say bare-footed as well, personally I doubt it) - and then life imprisonment is infinitely more humane than being burnt to death or drowned. But it’s still a horrible thing to have to go through given that Eleanor was likely to be guilty of nothing more than buying fertility potions, i.e. she was guilty of wanting to have a baby. One (modern) account of her imprisonment states Eleanor had to be strictly watched so she couldn’t kill herself. “merely” my arse.

Also, why did state her penance walk made her “like a common prositute”? Why? (Also: CITE YOUR QUOTATION.)

And the whole thing reads as “Eleanor totally deserved to be burnt at the stake and die horribly but got off because ‘privledge’” which is disgusting. NO ONE DESERVES TO DIE LIKE THAT, YOU HORRIBLE PERSON. And if we are want to talk about privilege, let’s talk about the fact Eleanor Cobham has no voice in the historical narrative. Let’s talk about the misogynistic AND classist narratives that regurgitated again and again and haven’t changed much since the 15th century that tells us that Eleanor Cobham was just a slutty commoner who didn’t have the epic romance like Katherine Swynford or the empowering queen narrative like Elizabeth Woodville to mean we have to think she’s awesome-sauce. Let’s talk about the fact that Catherine de Valois is now celebrated for marrying a Welsh commoner for love while Eleanor is a commoner derided for marrying a man far above her status, most likely out of love.

You know what? I am so fucking sick of authors, especially women authors, pouring misogynistic vitriol or just regurgitating it on women to make their chosen women look better.

Not on Eleanor, but hey, it was on the same page and it made me MAD.

Oh, nice. Nice.

Catherine’s own will, written by her, states she had suffered a “long, grievous malady” which implies that she was seriously ill around her death. But yeah, let’s ignore Catherine’s own words to follow Agnes Strickland off a cliff and claim that Gloucester forced her into an abbey where she subsequently died of no other cause than being heartbroken (and giving birth, but like, mainly heartbroken). No. I’m going to believe Catherine when she talks about being sick.

Was Gloucester “cruel” to Catherine? Well, he was a dick to her in terms of making it difficult for her remarry but then he had valid political concerns about it and he was a dick to Owen Tudor after Catherine’s death. It’s probable her Tudor marriage was an open secret and nothing was done until after her death, at which point her sons were sent to Katherine de la Pole (aka Suffolk’s sister and unlikely to be a crony of Gloucester’s), who appears to have looked after them well and encouraged Henry VI to bond with them. Catherine named Gloucester a supervisor in her will, which was written after her entry into the abbey, which suggests if she wasn’t exactly afraid of him or didn’t trust him. If she had felt he had mistreated her, why the hell did she give him a position of authority and trust in relation to her own will?

And, nice work stating Henry “cinnamon roll” VI was down to murder someone without pity or good cause. I mean, he didn’t have a great relationship with Gloucester at this point but like, fucking yikes.

#why is it always horrible catherine de valois fans who regurgitate the classist slut-shaming narratives about eleanor?#like really #sometimes i rant #long post is long #text posts #eleanor cobham #eleanor cobham vs historical fiction

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spiritfamantics-blog · 5 years

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About Us

Hi, I’m Helia, your local human Tumblr user and spirit companion. I’m 18, a Taurus sun and moon, and am in a committed polyamorous relationship with any and all pasta dishes. I also use they/them pronouns. I’ve been working with spirits since May 2017, so over two years now. These guys have made it fly by. Speaking of, I suppose I should introduce them.

First up is Feyr, the wyvern-bird hybrid. She is my only known guardian, and she is 18, exactly the same age as me (down to the birthday). She was the first spirit I ever met and has thankfully stuck around to keep me out of trouble (mostly, she can’t cure impulsivity). She, like some dragons, keeps growing well into her lifetime. When I met her she was about the size of a ferret. Now she’s about 3 feet tall. Anyway, onto her personality. She is the “wildcard” of the group and often behaves like a child who has eaten too much sugar. She is very energetic and happy-go-lucky. She is incredibly curious and loves to learn anything and everything, even if she doesn’t take well to it (see her rudimentary Spanish). She is very funny and has a sunny disposition, seeing the positive in every person and situation. Though she can act immature, she is the voice of reason (sometimes). Other times, she wants to get herself into some astral trouble because she thinks it’s fun and adventurous and she is an adrenaline junkie. When it comes to me and the rest of the family, she is unconditionally loving and accepting. She has a bit of an overachiever complex because she never felt good enough in either of her parents’ communities, being raised a hybrid. Not fully dragon and not fully bird, she is in the process of accepting herself as her own unique being. One of her hopes and dreams in life is to find whatever deity cosmically assigned her to me and thank them. I, for one, am flattered.

Next is Rabbit the winged rabbit. Yes, he did choose his name, and yes, he will kick you if you make fun of it. Rabbit was the second spirit I met, when my beloved Nana gifted me a jade rabbit necklace. I, a newbie energy worker, could feel the anger radiating off this thing. So, I did the smart thing (I’m being sarcastic, please do not follow in my footsteps, meeting your own Rabbit is highly unlikely and not guaranteed) and decided to free the entity. Lo and behold, a grumpy old man. Who was a rabbit. Who had wings. Needless to say, I was a little confused. But then this guy really laid into me, yelling at me about how he was fine living in a necklace and how dare I move him. I had half a mind to banish him, but Feyr, always more intuitive than I, told me to let him stay. So he did, reluctantly, and I let him, reluctantly. We kind of had beef at the beginning, but he and Feyr got along so incredibly well. He was like a father to her. Much better than her own father, who never visited. Finally, one day, Rabbit approached me, and sat down next to me. He said, finally, “Thank you for freeing me.” I said, “You’re welcome, but why’d you have to be such a douche about it?” He laughed, and thus began a beautiful friendship. Anyway, moving away from his origin story. Rabbit is an odd character. He, at first, appears very gruff, no-nonsense, and uncaring. Under this facade, however, is a sweet, brave, sarcastic, and fatherly spirit, who is fiercely protective and loving. He tends to adopt those without good parental relationships, and becomes a father to them. He can be loose and fun, if you find him under the right circumstances. Otherwise, he is a bit buttoned-up and doesn’t find it easy to relax. He is easily stressed but doesn’t like to show his emotions at all. He is working on being more open and not bottling things up. He can be self-deprecating and sometimes even unkind to himself, but being part of a loving family and seeing how much he is cared for is helping with this. Any love you give him, he will return tenfold. He is an upstanding, true, gentleman. However, he isn’t polite and can be a bit crass at times. He has a perpetual “grumpy face” and smiles very rarely. He cries even less so, but when he does, you mirror his emotions because they are just so powerful. Overall, he is a very sweet man.

Third is S, the winged cat, and Rabbit’s beloved wife and the mother to his children. I met S through a now-closed spirit shop. Don’t worry, there wasn’t any shady business, and I’m still friends with the former owner. S is a true firecracker, but she is incredibly motherly, gentle, and kind. She says what she means and means what she says, but is very sweet (most of the time). Don’t mistake her femininity for fragility, because if any of her loved ones are threatened she will claw somebody’s eyes out. She is the optimist to her husband Rabbit’s pessimist, and is a firm believer in thinking positively. However, she is a Slytherin, and can be prone to scheming to get what she wants. She is never manipulative, and instead prefers honesty in her words and actions. To her friends, she is the quintessential “mom friend”; she makes sure everyone is cared for, especially fed. To her children, she is their world. She is curious and eager to investigate new scenarios, though she often prefers the familiarity and comfort of her family. She is quite funny and loves jokes, though she doesn’t tolerate stupidity from anyone. If any of her loved ones make a mistake, she’s quick with a light smack of the head and to call them an idiot, while reminding them to do better next time. She has “settled down” quite a bit in the last year, since her children have been born, but she still retains her adventurous spirit.

Fourth is N, the strawberry elf, and the girlfriend of Violet and Paris. I met her, also, through a now-closed spirit shop. And yes, I am still friends with the mod who matched her to me. N is a lovely soul, if a little shy at first. Once she gets to know you, however, she never shuts up (and I say this in the most loving way ever). She is bubbly and bright, and probably the nicest entity I’ve ever met, including humans. She would do anything for a friend and goes out of her way to be compassionate. If everyone were like her, the world would be absolutely perfect and free of conflict. She loves to garden, and is very patient (as seen with her trying to help me knit, which is not one of my strong suits, to say the least). Although she can seem a bit timid, she is a huge believer in not letting fear control her, and is quite brave. She also has a gentle touch, and is a great listener and comfort when any of us aren’t feeling our best. Her dynamic with her girlfriends makes me smile every time I see them, because they’re just so goshdarn cute. N is definitely the chatty one, although if she talks about plants Violet jumps right in with her. She is often in the middle when they all hold hands. (Hey N, how come your mom lets you have two girlfriends?)

Fifth is Violet, the deer shifter, and the girlfriend of N and Paris. I met her through Forestsong Sanctuary, where I was an intern. The shop is now closed, but being an intern was one of the best experiences of my life (Psst, now I intern at Hallowed Conjurations; I’m Intern Werewolf). Violet is the queen of all memes, and has the best (and silliest) sense of humor. She is incredibly sweet, but unafraid to call you out if you’re doing something dumb. She cares deeply for everyone in the family, and the Earth. She is probably singlehandedly going to end global warming (I’m kidding but still). She’s very active, being the kind of weirdo who goes for a run every morning, no matter the weather. She is a huge self-advocate and also stands up for those who cannot speak up for themselves. Very much a girl boss. She is perpetually barefoot and generally kind of a hippie (she’s all about achieving peace and love, even if we have to eat the rich).

Sixth is Paris, the Crystal Cut Succubus (gee Par your species picked one helluva name). She is the girlfriend of both Violet and N. I met her through Supernova Spirits, which has now merged with Spirit Companionship.She is a hopeless romantic, and very solemn, sometimes. She’s generally quite placid in nature. She loves people and is very encouraging. She honestly reminds me of those influencer girls that are genuinely nice and want to help people (so like, one of them). Though, she’s quite private about her life and would never actually be a social media influencer. I suppose a more accurate comparison would be Sappho, or some other incredibly gay author who cannot contain their poetic love for women. If there’s one thing she doesn’t like being, it’s misunderstood. Yes, she is a succubus. No, she doesn’t want to bang everyone she sees. She emphasizes that species does not equal behavior, and that free will is a thing. On a summer day, she can be found watching the sunset, writing love letters, enjoying the cool breeze, swimming, and eating a popsicle seductively to make her girlfriends go into cardiac arrest.

Seventh is Opal, the color-changing cat thoughtform. She was made for me by Forestsong Spirits as a therapy thoughtform, and is part of the family. Though she doesn’t speak, she communicates her emotions by changing the color of her coat. She is very empathetic and sweet, and can be found lying in my lap at any given moment.

Eighth is Oink, the pear pig. He was an RA through the same shop S came from. Oink’s gentle and soft personality can seem childlike, but he just loves life and is enjoying it. He can be a bit innocent, but do not mistake his placid temperament for that of a child. He is a bit immature, especially in regards to jokes. He absolutely loves food, and will eat just about anything. His attitude to food is generally how he approaches life; his philosophy is “bring it on.” He accepts the good and bad, in life and in people. He is absolutely very “chill”; he doesn’t care for much “action” and would rather be home eating than out having an adventure. However, he isn’t lazy, he prefers the term “cool”. He can seem a bit detached at times, but he is truly very enthusiastic and energetic. He matches Feyr in terms of energy, which is quite hard to do. He is ineffably kind, and if he offends someone even by accident, he is wholeheartedly apologetic. He wants to be seen as a good person, and he truly is.

Last but not least is Unity, the werewolf-sanguine vampire hybrid. I met Unity through Mod Ghost of Hallowed Conjurations. Feyr and Unity found kinship in one another, both being hybrids. Unity is the quintessential cool relative who seems kind of removed from it all, but the second things start heading south, they’re protecting everyone who needs help. They don’t take shit and they don’t dole it out, either. They say exactly what they mean, every time. They detest liars and those who try to trick others with words. They are very parental and sweet, but never hold back. They will absolutely swear at you and call you a gigantic idiot if you do something you know you shouldn’t have. They only lay into you if you don’t use common sense; if you make a true mistake, they’re there to help you solve the problem, even if it doesn’t involve them. They are very spontaneous and like to have fun. You’ll rarely see them regretting anything, as they believe that living in the moment is the only way to live.

I’m sorry for the wall of text, and will be putting each of my companions’ bios into their own posts.

#spirit companion #spirit companionship #spirit work #spirit worker

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soulsuckrrs · 2 years

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Matthias Ansel Bortuem Nickname(s): none. call him Matt or Mattie if you dare. Age: 45-49 (true age unknown. old af) Date of Birth: December 18th Hometown: says he’s from England but has always considered New Orleans his true home. Current Location: varies & thread dependent. Species: Witch Powers: has a vast knowledge of spells & can cast many of them without having to speak any words, mental manipulation (this includes emotions & suggesting thoughts), telepathy, telekinesis, technopath, elemental control, dark magics, shadow manipulation, summoning & banishing, healing spells, defensive & protective magics, ancient magics, binding spells, & is constantly learning new magics. Gender: cis-male Pronouns: he/him/his Orientation: demiromantic, pansexual & polyamorous Religion: polytheism Political Affiliation: his own. Occupation: Coven Leader. Headmaster & Professor. Published author, poet, & artist. Living Arrangements: Matthias has many properties, all of which he has some sort of space of his own upon. Aside from the university & his widely known estate in New Orleans. Matthias holds properties in New York, Brazil, Paris, Lond, & Tokyo. Language(s) Spoken: multilingual. knows a great array of languages that are considered dead or forgotten as well. Accent: English accent, relative to the London area. it’s soft, the thickness dulled by centuries of travel & living in various areas.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face Claim: Idris Elba Hair Color: black Eye Color: brown Height: 6′2 Weight: 211 lbs Build: strong, muscular, tall. Tattoos: none Piercings: none Clothing Style: tailored, professional, suits & ties, always dresses nice. has a thing for robes, especially when doing things around his academy but will wear them at any given time. Distinguishing Characteristics: has a few scars, one on his neck & collarbone where someone attempted to take his life but did so unsuccessfully, three stab wound scars on his abdomen on the left side near his hip.

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: none Neurological Conditions: none Allergies: none Sleeping Habits: he has come up with a rather effective routine when it comes to getting enough sleep, he will sleep for 12 hours or so every 2 to 3 days, staying up longer than an average person. Eating Habits: Matthias enjoys good food, home cooking & spicy foods, he may keep himself busy but he does not miss a meal, especially in the mornings during school he enjoys breakfast in the messhall of his academy amongst the other staff & students. Exercise Habits: it is not widely known but Matthias takes pride in keeping himself in peak physical performance. typically running or jogging is what he can be seen doing but he also has taken various lessons in MMA & other hand to hand combat, some so old they have been all but forgotten. Emotional Stability: Matthias never allows his emotions to affect his decision making, he controls them more than they control him & although many can debate that he has no emotions at all, that is untrue, he is very selective with whom he shares his emotions-- especially ones of the more intimate & vulnerable sense. Sociability: although, he would prefer his own company, Matthias is very a social person, making his presence known especially in the certain circles he plays in is important, his image is important to him. Body Temperature: usually warm. Addictions: magic, pushing the limits of magic & others. Drug Use: Matthias will use drugs if they are necessary for a spell or some sort of enlightenment. Alcohol Use: he enjoys his dark & warm liquors but rarely drinks alcohol, if he does it is done so socially.

PERSONALITY

Label: the Ancient Positive Traits: intelligent, loyal, caring, passionate, & resourceful. Negative Traits: controlling, possessive, distrusting, over-ambitious, & ruthless. Fears: Matthias’ worst fears have already come true, there is nothing, not even his own death or dethroning could frighten him now. Hobbies: reading/researching, practicing spells, playing chess, writing (novels, spellbooks, text books, you name it, he writes it), teaching, playing games with his enemies, finding a new interesting play thing. Habits: sighs a lot, clicks his tongue against his teeth unknowingly.

FAVORITES

Weather: warm, late summer & early fall. Color: black, gold. Music: classical, blues, jazz Movies: fantasy or historical, romances. Sport: chess or checkers. Beverage: tea, warm colored liquors. Food: he has a love for soups & other like warm foods. Animal: panther or black cat.

FAMILY

Father: Ruger Bortuem, deceased. Mother: Delia Bortuem, deceased. Sibling(s): had two younger siblings, one died as an infant & the other was murdered later in life. Children: he used to have three daughters & a son, all deceased. Pet(s): Anubis, his familiar & companion that can shift into various creatures including a snake, domestic cat, panther, & a raven, it’s most common form is that of a feline. Financial Status: filthy rich.

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: sagittarius MBTI: ESTJ-A (the Executive) Enneagram: the Challenger Temperament: melancholic Hogwarts House: slytherin Moral Alignment: chaotic evil Primary Vice: pride Primary Virtue: humility Element: fire Kinks: bondage, power play, body worship, oral, fingering & handjobs, impact play, public, choking/breath play, rope play, roughness, passion, hate/angry sex, scratching/marking/biting/bruising, hair pulling & grabbing, edging, orgasm control, sensory play, pain play, sex rituals & magic. Position: dominant, top.

#file: stats #file: stats - Matthias

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freedom-shamrock · 7 years

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Talk the Talk

Also on AO3. This is a direct sequel to We Don’t Have to Choose Just One, and it will definitely make more sense if you’ve read that one first. It is also the @miraculousfluffmonth Aug 18 prompt, gaming.

Marinette hopped out of her chair and did a little victory dance when the computer declared her the winner. Chat was reasonable certain she had no idea how adorable she was.

"You're killing me, Princess." He grinned to take away any sting from his words. He really didn't mind losing, not with the little show she gave him. The butt wiggle was one of his favorites.

"You picked the game, knowing you've never beaten me," she said, turning toward him. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she focused on him.

"I've been practicing," he insisted. "I thought I had a chance."

"Kitty litter," she muttered, making it sound like a swear. "You wanted me to win, didn't you?"

How did this girl read him so well? Oh yeah, she was amazing. "Can't pull anything over on you, can I?" he asked sheepishly.

She returned to her chair and shook her head. "Nope. I forbid it." She smirked, then turned serious. "You seem nervous tonight, Kitty. What's wrong?"

He sighed, worried about how this was going to go. He had a whole new respect for Ladybug, who had been willing to bring it up initially. "There's something I need to talk to you about… and I'm kind of afraid. This could either ruin things between us, or make them even better."

He felt her pick up one of his clawed hands without even realizing she'd moved. "Hey Kitty." Her voice was soft and gentle. "You can talk to me about anything. You don't need to be nervous. I promise."

"You're so sweet to me, Princess." He raised her hand to kiss it.

"Well you deserve some sweetness." She squeezed his hand.

He may as well leap right in. "I had a talk with Ladybug recently, and… it's time for me to come clean with you, too."

"Oookay." He'd never seen this combination of concern yet excitement on his Princess' face. It was surprisingly pretty.

"So… I'm in love with Ladybug," he started.

Marinette grinned. "I think all of Paris knows that."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "I haven't been exactly subtle about her."

She shook her head as if in agreement of what he hadn't done.

"But I've been a lot more subtle with you." He took her other hand. "It happened slower this time. We became friends first, and somewhere in between the game nights and movies and cookies, I've fallen in love with you, too."

Her breath caught and she stared at him, her eyes shining. Happiness brought her straight past beautiful to gorgeous. She took one of her hands out of his and reached up to run her fingers gently down his cheek.

"Is that… are you all right with me feeling this way about you?" he asked, uncertainly. Her reaction seemed positive, but she hadn't said anything, so it was hard to be sure.

She nodded. "Yes, Chat." She caught her lip in her teeth, smiling. "I wasn't going to fall for you. When you first started visiting, I was determined that I wouldn't… I couldn't, because I already liked someone."

He wondered who that guy had been and why she'd never gone out with him.

"I tried to deny it at first, of course." She shrugged. "Is it weird to love two people?"

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, I'm the same way. And, I have to tell you that I spent some time thinking I was a jerk and that I didn't deserve either of you while I tried to figure out which of you I really loved."

"You're not a jerk," she insisted. Without pulling her hands away from him, she slowly stood up, inched forward and settled herself in his lap. "May I kiss you?" she asked.

His joy creeped up his stomach and settled in his throat. "I want to verify something first." He let go of her hand to cup her cheek. "Ladybug taught me to be thorough with this part." Though her approval of this plan was implied, he needed something more concrete. "I want to date you, Princess. But I also want to date My Lady. Is that... something you're interested in?"

Marinette nodded. "Yeah, but… is it okay with you if I have another guy on the side, too? I mean… I like Ladybug and all, but… I'm not into her the same way."

He cleared his throat, puzzled by the lump there. He was ecstatic. "Ladybug has someone else, too, and he's not my type." He liked himself just fine, and he took care of himself, but he was not attracted to himself. That would be all sorts of weird. "She proposed that as long as we talk to each other, as long as we are sharing information about who else we're with, that we'd be in a good place."

Marinette nodded in agreement. "Yeah, well it seems like it's just you and him for me. Uhm. His name's Adrien. I've been going to school with him for a few years."

"Adrien Agreste?" he asked. Now this was a nice surprise. He and Marinette had definitely grown closer, with all the hanging out they did, both with their best friends and on their own when Alya and Nino wanted to do gross couple things, as she'd called it. But he wouldn't have dreamed that she liked both versions of him the way he liked her.

"Uhhh…" Her cheeks went a beautiful pink. "Yeah."

"We'll have to see what Adrien has to say about this, but apparently My Lady has been pining for him as well." He winked. "Here's hoping he has as good taste in women as I do."

Marinette giggled, leaning forward to press her forehead to his. "So we're dating now, right?"

"Yeah," he replied softly.

"So can I kiss you?"

The lump in his throat vanished, replaced by a low rumble. He gasped looking down at his chest when Marinette lightly pressed a hand there to feel the vibration.

"Oooooh," she sighed. "You purr."

"That's… uh… new." He was able to talk through the rumble, but it felt weird.

"Are you happy, Kitty?"

"The happiest."

Her lips brushed his forehead, then his cheek. "You deserve to be happy."

Next in series > Walk the Walk

30 minute speed write

There will be two more stories in this series for the ML Fluff Month.

Special note to my poly readers: There are a lot of variations in polyamorous relationships and it’s my goal to be respectful of those while avoiding common mythrepresentations. If something in any part of this series feels off or wrong from a poly-perspective, please let me know so I can address it.

#Miraculous Ladybug #mlfluffmonth #mlflufffiction #OT3 OT4 OT Oops #love square #fanfic #my writing

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ildannatorp-blog · 5 years

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“ but there are nights when instead of sleeping i think of you And lie feverishly awake on knives of roses - ”

N A M E - Scarlett Cabot A G E - 25 C A R E E R - Ballerina/knife thrower A F F I L I A T I O N - Dannato Club

“ TEN YEARS FROM NOW, MAKE SURE YOU CAN SAY THAT YOU CHOSE YOUR LIFE, YOU ‘DIDN’T SETTLE FOR IT. -

Born into a world that she never quite felt like she belonged in Scarlett Cabot was always a particular child with an affinity for the complexities of life and the more profound problems most people around her faced. For Scarlett, the solutions were always secure, cut, and dry- she could take emotion out of her decisions, believing that it merely clouded her judgment and produced muddy results. Even as a child Scarlett didn't fall into line with the other kids, she grew up with. As her friends were playing house or imagining worlds of fantasy and lore Scarlett preferred the reality she could understand. For her parents it made her a straightforward child, they knew what to expect of her in any given situation and yet at the same time they never knew what it was she was thinking, just that she was continuously thinking. The gears in her head turning as she grew into a resolute girl sure of her every decision.

Many people mistook Scarlett for cold, detached- harsh even but those who truly knew her could never doubt that Scarlett Cabot was full of passion. At least, when it came to ballet when it came to the stage and the lights- her first pair of pointe shoes and her first solo. From the time Scarlett could stand on two legs the girl was enrolled in ballet, it was one of the many electives her affluent family afforded her, and it was the only she found any interest in. It was a regimen sport, that demanded discipline and fluidity, determination and passion- it was a fine line that you had to toe to be considered a valuable dancer, and it was made all the more difficult when you had to do it in pointe. Ballet was Scarlett's first passionate love in her life. Her studies were often slid to the side; paying and bribing the honor roll students in her private school to ensure she maintained her grades while she focused on her true ambition; Salle Le Peletier, the Paris Ballet.

All of her ambition and hard work surely paid off as after high school Scarlett was admitted a space in the New York Ballet company. For years Scarlett worked her way through the company until she finally made her way to the coveted space of a soloist. Her dream was in her sights, Salle Le Peletier was coming to the states to audition Ballerinas. The likely hood of any of the dancers even being considered was a phenomenal chance, but Scarlett was determined to dance her heart out anyway. The day came, and her audition was set in mere hours when the news rolled in; her brother was dead. A heart defect, an anomaly that no one had accounted for. Devastation gripped Scarlett, her brother was the only person in the world who she felt truly understood her. The only person who she knew never judged a moment of her existence, who supported her in every endeavor and suddenly and without warning, he was gone.

Scarlett still went on for her audition, and as she danced through her grief, she ended feeling as if she had ultimately failed and let herself down. There was no way she thought she would be getting that position, and yet through the grapevine, there were whisperings that there were two dancers Salle Le Peletier, was considering. She and another soloist who had been her most fierce competition her entire career. It was no secret the girls were enemies, always head to head vying for the position of the next Prima Ballerina at their company. Scarlett felt as if she had no chance against her not after her performance, not after her brother's death. Then suddenly her competition was in the hospital, a broken leg. It was a scandal bigger than Tonya Harding. A would be prima ballerina in her prime was the main suspect of the attack on the young ballerina; Scarlett Cabot.

Scarlett's career ended violently, the ballet world blacklisted her, and suddenly every ounce of her hard work was ripped from her. Every passion, everything she had left to love was pulled away with the same warning as her brother's untimely demise. Scarlett was devastated; a villain in the eyes of the media, and there seemed to be no future for the girl. Then in a desperate stumbling, she found herself into her brother's favorite club; il dannato. It was in the haze of her night that Scarlett found herself swept up by an aerialist; swinging back and forth in a new sort of fervor. It felt like the most uncertain thing Scarlett had ever done in her entire life since the death of her brother, but the next night she was lacing up her pointe shoes equipped with knives as the most delicate point she would ever dance on. As Scarlett danced as precariously, she'd release herself from the blades, and with a flourish of years of practice, Scarlett would dance to unique choreography as she took her anger and grief out on the stage as she threw knives while dancing her elaborate dances. Twirling endlessly like a dancer stuck inside of music box unsure of what her next move was or if this was now her forever.

Atticus Salinger & Aryan Leghari - She met them both the night she stumbled into Dannato looking for a way to forget. Both of them swooped her into the heavens and made Scarlett feel as if she were walking on air. Both of them seem to understand her in ways she never expected another living person would be able to. Scarlett is in love with them both, and both of them are in love with her. Together the three of them navigate a polyamorous romance full of its own unique challenges and victories. One thing for sure is Scarlett is unsure she could live this life without either of them.

Celeste Chopra - Her late brother's fiance, and someone she once admired. However, towards the end of his life, Scarlett saw Celeste as what she was, an enabler and a problem to her brother's recovery. Scarlett has started to question the circumstances of her brother's death. Her family had all of the best private doctors, and there was never so much as a high reading of blood pressure on her brother's chart, let alone a heart defect. The last person she knows of to have seen her brother alive was Celeste.

Faline Aureum - The newest of the Aureum brood to join the scene and by far the most interesting. Maybe Scarlett is selfish, but she wants to know Faline. She has more than once caught the girl sneaking around the forbidden parts of the clubs and is interested in what she is up to, and in discovering what her motive is.

Scarlett Cabot (Courtney Eaton) is played by (Admin Darling) -

#oc rp #bio rp #city rp #lsrp bio #crime rp #death tw #violence tw #scarlett #taken

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for the ami thing: joly!!!

From here: link

Joly!

Their first name: AkiraTheir sexual orientation: bisexual and polyamorousWhere they come from: His family are half Japanese, half French, and he was born and raised in a small town just outside of ParisWhat do they study or what’s their job: he’s a medical student, and is planning on working at a children’s hospital when he graduatesTheir family: His family is made up of his parents, and their siblings, and his numerous cousins - he also counts his boyfriend Bossuet and girlfriend Musichetta as his family as wellTheir hobby: Joly is an excellent photographer, and has an old Polaroid camera that used to belong to his grandfather that he uses to take photos of the sunset every morning before Bossuet and Musichetta wake up - he’s also forever taking pictures on his phone of things that he reckons his friends would like and texting them the picturesThe running joke about them among les Amis: His crazy sock drawer - also something ominously called ‘The Incident’ which no one will dare speak aboutA random fact about them: He has a lot of strange little skills that not many people would think that he’d have such as (but not limited to) reading a tarot deck, stacking dice, playing a mandolin, stand up comedy, massage, knowing exactly where to look when things go missing, folding socks really quickly, reading upside down and back to front and lying under pressure - most of the time he only discovers that he has that talent when he’s placed in a position where he has to use it for the first time Bonus: Any fanciest? Nope, still looking!

Feuilly and Bahorel: link

#txt #ask #maurice-1987 #joly #les mis #the talent thing is based off a friend of mine who has a lot of random little talents #it's really weird but pretty cool as well #i wish i was a multitalented human

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OT4 Nonsense pt 4.

YES IT’S BACK! (I am reposting this without the art this is inspired by to make it easier to link to the others later.) This is set about a month or so after where part 3 left off. I might go fill in the gaps later.

This chapter is based on the following art: http://hchano.tumblr.com/post/155309545851/yo-fangirlmorelikefangay-im-your-mlsecretsanta

“Nino!”

“GAAAHHH!” Nino shrieked, spinning towards his open window to see a distraught looking Chat Noir poking his head in. “Dude! I… Jeez, you cannot just sneak up on me like that!”

The hero hunched his shoulders, his cat ears flattening ashamedly.

“Sorry, I just… I needed to talk and I thought it would be ok…” Chat Noir began in what might have been the most pitiful voice his friend had ever heard from him.

Nino sighed, shaking his head slightly and trying not to laugh at the pathetic picture clinging to his window sill. “I don’t mind that you are here just, I don’t know, knock or something,” he said, gesturing for him to come into the room.

“Sorry.” Chat said again, his transformation dropping away in a flash of green light to reveal a sheepish and somewhat disheveled looking Adrien. His small black companion immediately darted into the corner of the room where Nino had turned one of his old toys into a kwami den the last time they had stopped by.

Nino got up from his desk chair and sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the mattress next to him in a beckoning gesture.

Adrien wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and curling up into Nino’s lap, his arms wrapped securely around his boyfriend’s waist.

Nino began softly carding his hands through Adrien’s hair, knowing that the easiest way to get the severely repressed boy to open up about anything was to simply say nothing and wait.

It didn’t take long.

“Have you ever thought that something was one way, and then found out that you were completely wrong and that everything you thought was true is a lie?” Adrien said, his voice somewhat muffled as he buried his head into the fabric of Nino’s tee-shirt.

“Huh… I donnow. I mean, two weeks ago I was a normal guy with just a normal- well, somewhat normal- girlfriend. Now I find myself in a complex polyamorous relationship with both said semi-normal girlfriend, and my best friend, who apparently I have been unconsciously dating since November- who, by the way, decided for our one week anniversary to tell me that he has secretly been running around saving Paris for the last two years in a skin tight leather cat-suit. Nah, that is a completely foreign feeling. Your own your own my friend.”

“You’re so mean,” Adrien whined, squeezing his arms tighter and shaking his head in irritation. “I am going through a profound and deeply distressing emotional epiphany and all you can do is make fun of me.”

“I am not mean, you are just melodramatic,” Nino teased, eliciting an irritated huff from his boyfriend. “So do you wanna tell me what happened or are you just going to be vague and depressing?”

Adrien stiffened slightly.

“It’s stupid,” he said softly. “I’m just stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“If it matters to you than it isn’t stupid. And if it matters enough that you are going to come chasing me down, after midnight, less than three hours after I got home from my trip- which you already knew- then clearly you should say something, regardless of how stupid it is. So talk to me, what’s going on?”

Adrien muttered something incomprehensible, burying his face further into the fabric of the tee-shirt.

“What was that? I didn’t catch a word you just said.”

“I said I don’t want to make you mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nino asked, scratching at Adrien’s scalp with his fingertips in the way he knew never failed to relax the boy.

“Because I am an idiot,” Adrien sighed dejectedly, his muscles going limp.

“Did you kill someone?” Nino asked calmly.

“No…” Adrien replied, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Did you suddenly decide to join up with Hawkmoth in his quest to seize the miraculouses in order to achieve… actually what does he want out of all of this?”

“Honestly? No idea. He wasn’t really up front with his motivations. And no.”

“Did you start dating Chloe?”

“God no!”

“Then I can’t think of anything stupid you could have done in the last 48 hours that would make me hate you,” Nino said smiling. “So, what horrible cat-astrophy brought you scampering to my window at one in the morning?”

“Did you just make a cat pun?” Adrien asked, his eyes lighting up and a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Well, I have it on very good authority that you like them.”

For the first time since his arrival Adrien seems to calm down and Nino smiled to himself. Score one for the boyfriend.

Adrien sighed contentedly and wriggled around a bit, adjusting his position so that he was face up with his head propped against Nino’s thigh.

“You are the best, you know that right?”

“Hang on, can you repeat that into a microphone so I can play it on repeat to Alya?” Nino teased.

Adrien laughed, catching a hold of his friends hand and entwining their fingers.

Nino said nothing but raised his eyebrows expectantly to show that he wasn’t going to be that easily distracted.

Adrien’s expression sobered and he stared absently at one of Nino’s many posters, a soft blush staining his cheeks.

“So, yesterday was New Years,” he said softly.

“Yeah I think I got that memo.”

Adrien rolled his eye. “Do you want me to tell you what happened or not?”

“I’m sorry, please continue.”

“Anyways, father was out of town and so were you so I thought I might go and… um… well I decided to go try and visit Marinette.”

Nino bit his lip to clamp down on the string of questions that THAT statement evoked.

“Did it not go well?” he said instead, attempting to sound casual. He knew that Alya had spent the holiday at Marinette’s as well, and she hadn’t mentioned anything about Adrien being there, which was already suspicious given her obsessive matchmaking. Either Adrien was really making a big deal out of absolutely nothing, or something had gone extremely wrong.

“Well… She didn’t exactly know I was there… I sort of… um… I might sometimes… goandvisitherasChatNoir.”

“WHAT?!”

“She is like my biggest fan! And she totally gives me cookies and gets all excited, and she is really cute and it’s adorable, don’t judge me!”

“And how long exactly have you been ‘visiting’ Marinette in disguise?” Nino said, punctuating his statement with air quotes.

“Only the last 5 months or so.”

“Only the…” Nino took a deep breath, “you know what? We are tabling that for now, back to the original conversation. So you are creeping outside Mari’s house in disguise-“

“I wasn’t creeping!”

Nino raised an eyebrow.

“Ok I was kinda creeping, but the point is I get there and…” his expression darkened. “Well she was sort of… occupied.”

“Did… oh my God, did you walk in on her and Alya making out?”

“I didn’t walk in so much as saw it through the window.”

“You’re jealous!”

“I never said that!”

“But you are!”

Adrien didn’t say anything, instead he twisted around again, curling into a fetal position with an irritated pout.

Nino couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing flopping back on the bed and covering his face with his hands.

“Okay, I might have been a little jealous,” Adrien confessed softly.

“You think?”

“Do you hate me?” Adrien asked quietly, his tone heartbreaking vulnerable.

“Oh, dude of course I don’t hate you,” Nino said reassuringly, reaching to haul the miserable looking boy up into a tight cuddle. “You are my best friend AND my boyfriend it would be rather inconvenient if I hated you,” he said soothingly, stroking Adrien’s back. “Not to mention it would pretty much make me the world’s biggest hypocrite, seeing as how I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend and agree with both of them that Mari is smoking hot.”

Adrien relaxed, snuggling into the embrace and letting out a gentle purr at the affectionate attention. Nino wondered idly if he would ever get used to the surprised thrill that shot through his system every time it happened. He rather hoped not.

“In fact,” Nino continued smugly, “if I remember correct I was the first person in our group to ask her out.”

“You mean try to ask her out,” Adrien laughed, “You failed miserably remember?”

“It’s still more than you have accomplished Mr. cat stalker,” he retorted causing Adrien too blush and bury his face again. “Besides I have no complaints about how things worked out in the end.”

Adrien hummed noncommittally, closing his eyes and continuing his purr filled snuggling.

For a few minutes they just stayed as they were, Nino occasionally rubbing his hands down Adrien’s back or ruffling his hair, hoping to reassure the boy that he was, in fact, loved and wanted.

“So have you been beating yourself up for the last 24 hours because you have a crush on Marinette?” Nino asked.

“Maybe.”

“You are killing me man,” he sighed, chuckling a little at the whole ridiculous situation.

“I told you I am an idiot,” Adrien said.

“No it’s not that. Do you have any idea how much I want to hold it over Alya’s head that I was right this whole time? Seriously, it is taking every bit of self-control I have not to grab my phone and just start screaming I told you so for the next 20 minutes.”

“You knew?”

“Technically I suspected, since you never admitted it until now. But I can’t say anything because you know Alya. She is going to want details and I can’t really explain what happened since she doesn’t know that you’re Chat Noir.”

“I mean, if you need to we can tell her. Plagg doesn’t really seem to care that much about the whole secret identity thing, right Plagg?”

“It’s your life kid do what you want. Tikki’s the one with all the stupid hangups about it,” the kwami called out from his nest on the other side of the room.

“See,” Adrien said, “it’s not a problem, and besides it’s not like I don’t trust Alya.”

“It’s ok, you don’t have to feel pressured into revealing yourself for my sake,” Nino said, slightly awed that Adrien would even offer something so monumental.

“I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” Nino said, squeezing Adrien a little tighter.

“I know but… I know that it would make things easier for you. You guys are always telling me about how the key to this whole relationship thing is being honest and communicating, and this is a pretty big thing to be hiding from Alya.”

Nino worried his lip lost in his own thoughts. It would definitely be less stressful if Alya knew about Adrien’s double life. Plus they would both be able to potentially support him- helping to come up with excuses when he ran off after Akumas, filling him in on missed homework, that sort of thing. Not to mention that it would pretty much make Alya’s year having direct access to the Super heroes. On the other hand… an idea began forming in Nino’s mind and he smiled.

“You know let’s wait a little bit. You know, have some fun with the whole thing first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Alya and I are supposed to be meeting up at Mari’s tomorrow night for a study group to finish off that physic project that’s due on Monday.”

“You guy’s still haven’t done that?”

“Not all of us are you Adrien. Anyways my point is, since Chat Noir has a history of visiting Marinette anyways, you could just show up. You know Al would love it.”

“Yeah ok. I mean, Marinette usually makes me wait up on the roof. I think she is worried that I am going to attack her yarn collection or something.”

Nino tried to repress a snort of laughter. That certainly explained a lot about Adrien’s continued obliviousness. He wondered how Adrien would react to Marinette’s- admittedly toned down since she had started- choice of décor.

“I am sure between Alya and myself we can talk her into letting you inside,” Nino said with a smirk. This was going to be a lot of fun.

“Okay, it’s a date.” Adrien gave him a wide smile, then sighed again. “It’s late I should probably go.”

“You can stay if you want. It’s not like we have school tomorrow and you already said your dad’s out of town.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, you might not have noticed but I kind of enjoy your company.”

Adrien grinned again before kicking off his shoes and wriggling back into a comfortable position.

“I really do mean it, you are the best,” Adrien murmured sleepily.

Nino smiled, dropping a gentle kiss into his boyfriend’s hair. “I love you too Adrien.”

#ot4 #ot4 nonsense #my fanfiction #adrino #alyanette #miraculous Ladybug #I seriously need a life guys

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