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multifandomwritings · 3 years

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How the slashers would react to their S/O painting their nails

So sorry again for how slow I am these days! I promise I’m not ignoring anyone or haven’t forgotten! (also my confidence in my writing has once again plummeted so aslfkdj) I hope you all like this ^^ (if anyone has any character suggestions lemme know! Like horror characters and slashers. However if I end up adding more I might have to start splitting these up a bit!)

Thomas:

- Thomas might be hesitant at first, but the second you took his burly hand into your own, he'd melt

- You would get complete creative control — he wouldn't mind what colors you chose, and any worries of being teased by his family would disappear as he watched how eager you were

- Seeing you so fixated on his hands would make him blush beneath his mask, though he would appreciate the opportunity to freely stare at you as you worked

- He'd smile to himself every time he looked at them, and would happily let you do it again (No one, even Hoyt, dares to tease him about anything relating to you after a certain point, knowing it’s off limits! So he’ll happily show them off. Luda Mae thinks it’s precious, but is also kind of salty that you haven’t offered to do hers lol)

Brahms:

- Brahms would take any affection and attention he could get, so the second you even suggested it he'd just sit down and put his hands out for you

- You wouldn't be able to stop smiling at how seriously he took it. He'd have a surprisingly good eye for color combinations, handing you the colors he liked and making you blush with how he focused on you

- He'd want to polish yours too: matching colors, of course (when you noticed this, you'd smile even wider, which would not go unnoticed by Brahms, who would smile in self satisfaction)

- This would probably become a regular thing. He’d adore anything like that, that made him feel close to you. Of course you have to match though! Or at the very least, coordinate 👉👈

Michael:

- Michael wouldn't really know how to react to you asking about it, to be honest. He wouldn't really mind, he'd just be kind of iffy about it

- It would probably take him a while to warm up to this (or pretty much anything) but he ~might~ allow it, since it's you

- If you reach for anything pastel or colorful he'd just take your hand to stop you and shake his head, causing you to have to hold back a laugh

- He wouldn't admit it, but he'd actually like how it looked. He'd forget about it, and would think of you every time he noticed them. He isn't really soft but he would be for you

Jason:

- You’d be going through your nail polishes when you’d gesture for him to come over and sit, offering to paint his nails

- He agrees of course! Like he’s gonna refuse anything you wanna do for him like that!...Although you’ll have to excuse his slightly crusty hands

- He always admires your own nail polish, thinking the colors are so pretty and cute. If you offer to let him pick out the colors he’ll just shake his head, knowing you’ll choose something nice

You, reaching your hand to hold his while you polish: Okay, gimme your hand

Him, ~misunderstanding~: *takes your hand as if to hold it*

You: 🥺🥺🥺

(A bonus thought that you might disagree with: if you’d been in a relationship with Jason for a while, he’d begin to pick up on his own cuteness. Or at least, what you think is cute. And he’d take advantage of it, if only to make you smile. Also, he secretly loves the effect he has on you alsdkfj)

Bubba:

- Bubba would love this. He'd carefully watch and learn, already planning on doing yours too

- If you hold his hand while you do it his stomach would be full of butterflies, cheeks all pink beneath his mask. He adores when you’re soft with him like that

- He'd probably chip them up really quickly, to his own dismay. When he would notice, he'd want them done again asap, as they'd remind him of you

- You would melt when he did yours. He hold your hand close to his face, focusing intently and going slowly to make sure it was perfect

Chop Top:

- It would probably be his idea to be honest. He'd see you doing your nails and would excitedly pester you about it until you did his, too

- You end up getting ~playfully~ annoyed, as he'd keep pulling his hands away to look and would keep changing his mind on what colors to use

- Eventually you just snatch his hand and hold it still so you can finish. He'd stop whatever he was saying with a nervous laugh, getting surprisingly flustered at you being like that with him

- He'd be another that would paint yours, too, trying his best to pick colors that would suit you. He'd adore his, and would want to impress you by doing his best!

Nubbins:

- Nubbins would see you doing your own nails and wouldn’t even give you the opportunity to offer to do his. He’d just pick up a random color and would start doing it himself (badly)

- You don’t really notice at first but after a while you glance up and chuckle at what a sloppy job he’s done, prompting him to smile at you so sweetly that you don’t even say anything about it

- Instead, you just gesture for him to hand it over, which he happily does. You can’t help but smile at how delicately he drapes his hands into your own, allowing you to fix his mistakes and finish it

- Once you’re done he’ll continue holding your hand, too. Good luck getting unlatched for a bit. Nubbins will use any excuse he can to be close to you (tbh he doesn’t need an excuse but if he has one he’ll use it)

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice would probably tease you for suggesting it, despite the fact that he'd be choosing his colors as he did

- Spooky colors only, of course! Neon purple, black, green, things like that. He'd love it, tbh

- He'd be flirting with you the entire time, enjoying the close proximity as he could watch your face flush as he spoke

- Despite his teasing, he'd actually enjoy things like that a lot. He'd love that you wanted to do things like that for him, feeling all special and cared for

Candyman:

- Daniel would probably seem a little indifferent to it at first, although he would enjoy seeing you dote over him like that

- He'd smile to himself as he watched you carefully pick colors, refraining from suggesting anything because he'd want to see what you thought would suit him

- He makes you melt the whole time, his hand gently draped over yours as you try to ignore his intense gaze, gnawing at your lip all the while

- He would unintentionally show them off *a lot*, showing off his hand way more than he normally would. You'd have to hold back smiles as you noticed, finding it so sweet

Bo:

- Sort of like Beetlejuice in that he'd tease you and act playfully annoyed like, "You want to paint my nails? Pfft, I don't know..." (he says, while sitting down and stretching his hands across the table for you)

- Isn't really paying attention (or so he'd have you think), just looking around or closing his eyes while you polished away, occasionally glancing over to see what you were up to when he thought you weren't looking

- If Bo liked you, he'd pretty much go with anything tbh. You could paint his nails the softest, brightest colors and he wouldn't even really have the heart to gripe about it, seeing you all smiley over it

- Will be all smiley himself anytime he looks at them, but if someone else notices (besides you) he'll shoot them a death glare

Vincent:

- You wanna paint his nails? Okay! He has no hesitation whatsoever and will ask no questions — if you want to, you can

- You’re so cute to him and he loves your attention, anything you want to do like that he’ll allow. If you want to do his nails, brush/play with his hair, or anything like that, you can! In fact, please do 🥺

- Will be smiling the whole time behind his mask, happily suggesting colors if you ask. He’ll end up with cute and sparkly rainbow nails because you both keep finding different colors you like

- He would do yours, too. All the colors you couldn’t fit on his hands will go on yours! You both have equally colorful nails that will be teased by Bo and Lester, who are both secretly envious of Vincent (plz do their nails too)

Lester:

- When you asked if you could polish his nails, he'd immediately light up, loving the idea of it but quickly getting shy

- He'd disappear for a second so he could go scrub his hands and make them as clean and pretty as possible for you

- He'd be kinda nervous?? His eyes would be flickering back and forth between your face and his hands, smiling as he watched you

- Little things like this would make his heart flutter endlessly, and he'd try so hard to keep them all tidy and unchipped. (This would result in him being ridiculously delicate with everything he touched) He'd love them no matter what colors you chose!

Graverobber:

- Graverobber has some clammy, crusty hands, (I mean, he hangs out in dumpsters) so beware. Still, if you offer to paint his nails, he’ll just lazily offer up his hands without a second thought

- Watches you the whole time with a satisfied smile. Anytime you glance up and catch him, he’ll give you a look that somehow manages to be both sheepish and smug, wiggling his eyebrow to make you laugh

- He'd smile every time he looked at them, thinking of you. You’d match them to the streaks in his hair which makes him just :o !! Will show them off a lot too

- He'd wear them until they were completely chipped up (which wouldn’t take long), patiently hoping you'd offer to do them again

Luigi:

- Luigi would initially agree with no complaints, but chances are you’ll only get a few nails done before he gets impatient

- He feels kind of bad about it later, though, seeing them unfinished and smiling a bit as they reminded him of you. If he’s in a grouchy mood he’ll ease up right away when he sees them

- He’ll let you finish later, though not without some amount of awkwardness, as he’d be embarrassed to bring it back up

- Of course, you’re happy to do it though! You snatch his hands right up and get to work, choosing colors such as black, red and white. He’d smile the whole time he watched you. His expression would change freakishly fast if someone interrupted, though

Pavi:

- He probably paints his nails anyways, but he’d always be happy to be doted over by you, so of course he’ll accept your offer!

- If you offer while he’s already wearing nail polish he’ll quickly run off and remove it so you won’t change your mind

- Compliments you the whole time, even if you’re just messing around. You end up giggling the whole time at how extra he is, calling you an artist and talented and actually making you blush quite a bit with how sincere he was about it

- Shows his nails off endlessly, staring at them constantly and making it a point to be as showy with his hands as possible. The moment they chip he’ll be so over-the-top dramatic, only feeling better once you’ve redone them (you will forever be Pavi’s manicurist from then on, sigh)

Billy Lenz:

- Probably confused by it, but he'd be happy to give it a try. He'd watch you intently the entire time, saying very little

- ...Which would result in you getting nervous, low-key trying to rush through it and accidentally messing one or two up (Cue Billy looking at you like smh, Y/N, smh...)

- He’s only messing though, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it really. You could be painting his whole finger and he doesn’t even mind because he’s more focused on you and the fact that you’re doing something like that for him

- He is unused to being treated like this so he never really knows how to react. Any kind of looking after will always be met with some amount of nervousness, though he adores it. Will retreat to the attic afterwards and just stare at his nails like 🥺 (Even the messy ones! Especially the messy ones tbh)

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He'd agree to you doing his nails so quickly that you'd actually be shocked, not expecting compliance at all. He'd offer up his hands so willingly that your jaw would almost hit the floor

- Nothing flashy! He just wants tidy, pretty nails. He's very sure about what he wants, which would almost make you laugh, as he'd be quite assertive about it

- Needless to say, he'd stare at you intently the whole time, lips twisted into a small but wicked smile as he noticed your cheeks flushing and eyes refusing to meet his

- He'll do yours too, of course. You have to bite your lip the whole time to keep yourself from smiling because he’s so meticulous. He’ll carefully choose a color, eyeing you for approval before pulling your hand close to his face, seriously and slowly polishing each nail

Otis Driftwood:

- Otis will absent-mindedly swat your hand away when you try to do his nails. However, when he glanced over to see you frowning at his grouchiness, he’ll feel bad and will just roll his eyes as he gives up his hands

- Will complain the whole time though. It smells! It’s cold! Stop squeezing my hand! (Tbh he loves these kinds of gestures, but he’s guarded, to put it simply, so he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, he’ll gripe, all while staring at you lovingly when you aren’t looking)

- You end up using simple colors such as black and white, and he would end up liking it much better than he thought he would. In fact, he’d want you to do it again in the future, but would be too embarrassed about his complaining to ask

- You’re going to have to give the whole family manicures now too though, especially Baby (honestly probably pedicures too? They’d get greedy lol)

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anti-porn-unicorn · 3 years

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hi there, i hope you’re having a nice day and do not get triggered or upset or anything by my message. it’s regarding your thoughts on abortion and being anti choice.

i saw that you support some restrictions on abortion and frankly, i do not understand what or any situation that would actually happen that would require abortion to be restricted? in what situation would it be appropriate to take away people’s body autonomy? how can you be against the exploitation and abuse of women but be in favour of removing their reproductive choice? it really seems to be to two conflicting ideas to me. i don’t understand why you can use scientific arguments and statistics about porn but ignore those surrounding abortion?

i’m truely sorry that assholes were cruel to you at a sad and vulnerable point in your life. that is really, really horrible, completely inappropriate and also anti choice behaviour. it doesn’t make sense to me at all however to ‘not take sides’ between the objectively horrible side of forced-birthers/abortion and being pro choice. there are some disgusting people who are anti porn but that doesn’t mean that being anti porn itself is bad. it’s the same with being pro choice. there’s just no situation where it’s appropriate to assert reproductive control over adults who are otherwise trusted to make their own medical decisions that i have ever seen argued.

Please don’t call me anti choice. It feels like you’re trying to accuse me of shit when God forbid I’ve had a traumatic experience.

I don’t follow bodily autonomy. I follow bioethics. And when science says the fetus is viable, can feel pain, etc, I don’t see how that justifies abortion. Abortions that late are literally the same as birth. You can deliver the fetus alive instead of dead without compromising the woman’s body. Yes, there are extreme cases, and exceptions in the law can be made for that. But overall both lives can and should be saved. That’s healthcare.

Most pro choice countries have abortion restrictions. The top countries for equal rights have abortions restrictions. 80% of Americans support abortion restrictions. So please don’t alienate me and act like I’m so evil for supporting something that most of the world supports.

If you want to advocate for abortion until birth for any reason, go for it. But DONT be surprised when people disagree. I mean seriously, I’ve seen this view online a ton, but in real life, even the most radically pro choice people I know support common sense restrictions.

(Radfems I know this’ll piss you off but plz don’t harass me thaaaaanks)

#ask

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silvia7272 · 4 years

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10 ~ Now It Happens!?

Hayo, how are you all? Hope you’re all ok at these current times. But now it’s the awaited arrival of the little child that was first mentioned in my first fanfic. Also, I have over 200 followers, wow, amazing, I’m so impressed, thank you all, I’ve never had this many people like my work as much as you guys, so thank you all.

Also, I’m very proud of this, since we don’t have a list of the powers of all of the Kwami’s I took the liberty of making them myself. And they all work perfectly with my story. So, I’ve also drawn all the future chosen’s characters as well, they should be different and hopefully better than canon. But I won’t be changing the designs yet unless I think something else fits better. The names may not as be as good but at least I know what they are. Also. Unless you want me to, do you guys actually want me to reveal them, do you want to find out or leave it as a surprise? I’ve kept the tradition of all the powers ending in -tion so yeah. Hope you’ll like them when they’re released.

Word Count: 6313

Tags: @queenmj10, @fangirl39, @animegirlweeb, @northernbluetongue, @maribat-is-lifeblood, @raisuke06, @indecisive-mess-named-me, @luleck, @themotherofhogwarts, @more-or-less-human-i-guess, @gwennex, if you wish to be tagged all you have to do is say. Also, if you change your name please tell me, I don’t want to leave you out since you’ve asked to be tagged.

This fanfic and its ideas were all made after season 3 and before season 4/movie came out, so if something doesn’t add up please don’t worry. That information wasn’t available then, and unless it fits into my story or I like it, I won’t include it in my story.

Also, I may need some help with developing Luka’s personality. I may adore Luka, love him, but I can’t disagree with the fact that he is bland. Some help would be nice. All I have is that’s he’s an incredibly chill guy who likes music and Marinette, I firmly believe he’s a pacifist and hates to resolve situations with violence, wanting to either defuse it by walking away, giving in or trying to talk the other into a compromise? Maybe he bottles all of his emotions inside. But really besides that, I can’t think of anything else, what else can I do to give him a personality? Any help, kinda struggling. Might also need help with Noémie but I have more of an idea with her. Plz DM me plz if you have any thoughts, comments are welcomed as well. If I don’t reply I’m asleep so don’t be offended.

I think the Revenant idea came from Madoka Magica as it all slowly started making sense why I liked it so much. Any ideas to help me change it so it looks more original? I do have one an idea as you might be able to see but do you guys have any suggestions?

***

“-and then Jean had pie all over his face, it was utterly hilarious when he tried to clean it all off” Chloé laughed as her other two friends were walking with her along the roads of Paris, the redhead laughed along as the bluenette looked unimpressed.

“Really Chloé? I doubt that was good for Jean” Chloé waved her off, stating she just had to be there for it before Marinette just sighed. How long had it been since they all decided to become friends? She lost count, being glad she had people around her that actually believed her, and people she could trust everything with… Well, almost everything. But even then, she couldn’t tell everyone or she’d be stripped of her Miraculous… But a thought always entered her head, if she did reveal herself to the other heroes, would it really be so bad?

Like, revolutionary bad?

Oh well, maybe when she was older, she could divulge that type of information to people she trusted.

After all, trust works both ways.

Before Marinette could even give a retort back to her blonde friend, a body had stopped in the middle of the pathway. Since all of their arms were linked that caused them all to come to an abrupt stop, much to the annoyance of one in particular.

“Rosina what are you doing? Your lucky people aren’t behind us or they would’ve bumped into me- I mean us” The blonde was still getting there, slowly thinking of everyone around her instead of just herself, sure she still had a long ways to go but she was at least trying.

To that, the redhead still hadn’t answered, her head was turned to an alleyway. Nothing was at the utmost significance other than a green bin and a fence blocking the other alley from joining up.

The girls became confused when she let go and ran up to the dumpster…

Before flinging herself inside.

The two girls widened their eyes before running after the speedster.

“Ok Rosy you are freaking me out now, what the hell are you doing?” Marinette asked, was this normal for her? She’d have to tell her not to randomly jump inside bins anymore, she was sure she could help stop that habit.

Again, before the two could say anything, a suitcase was thrown their way, Chloé screamed as a smudge of dirt landed on her clothes.

“Rosina you better get your butt out of that bin this instance, how dare you ruin my clothes!” Marinette meanwhile looked into the bin to help Rosina out, she wasn’t covered in dirt mind you, but you could see that her clothes were darker.

“Explain yourself at once!” But the redhead ignored her and proceeded to open the suitcase up. Chloé was tempted to gently nudge her with her foot, but then she saw her expression, fear? Uncertainty? Something like that. Did she sense something in the suitcase?

That seemed to be true as the sight of a bright grey light came into the girl's view.

“Mari. It's here. It’s really here. Oh god, it’s the first one, I need to contact Aunty-” She spiralled into her thoughts not being able to hear Chloé’s concerned questions as Marinette looked at what was the cause of the light.

It was a Trinklet, it looked just like Rosina’s but grey. This was it; this was the day she would finally know what the Trinklets would really entail.

“Chloé!” Said girl jumped as the one who called out her name laid her hands on her shoulders.

“You need to go back to the hotel and put the bee signal on” Both girls looked at her as if she had grown two heads.

“But I’m not Queen Bee anymore, and how is that going to help us?” Rosina shook her head, knowing she’d have to explain since no one knew what she was implying.

“If you put the bee signal on people will notice and word may get to Ladybug. Please tell Ladybug that she needs to come and meet me here… And please tell her to get the new hero Sovereign Stinger” Marinette was shocked, would this really require Chloé so soon? Or would this just be early training?

“Err who’s Sovereign Stinger?” Marinette had to ask as to stay in character, geez this was so complicated with her knowing both their identities, Rosina knowing both identities and Chloé only knowing Rosina’s identity. She examined how Chloé’s facial expressions widened but soon calmed down.

“I don’t know either, probably one other meaningless Miraculous user who doesn’t know anything, really Rosina you should rather get Queen Bee to help out-” Chloé saw how their expressions were not interested as she coughed and laughed it off. She had overplayed her part, but it didn’t matter now that she had stopped.

“Alright alright, I��ll help. Now c’mon Marinette, you can stay in the hotel as I handle everything else.” Marinette waved back at Rosina, who would transform into Crisono any minute now.

She had to admit she could be smart when it came to stuff like this. Not blowing her cover of Ladybug and Stinger’s identity when any slip up could’ve blown everything away.

It kinda made her sad that Rosina was so used to all these secrets and fights.

***

“This is the disaster?” Stinger had questioned, after getting over the fact of basically dimensional hopping.

And that was a long time.

They hadn’t been long getting back and were quick to enter the Trinklet, Ladybug couldn’t help but notice the intense look on her friend’s face. She silently rested her arm on the other girl which caused her smile to reappear much to her relief.

When they had finally arrived, their field of vision centred around grey. Grey sky, grey floor, grey everything. If Ladybug didn’t know any better, she’d think she were in a monochrome painting, but by her friend’s face, this wouldn’t be a simple Revenant to defeat.

What was that saying again?

“They are a portal to a strange land; time is unnecessary and cannot expand. Travel you must, succeed and entrust, to destroy the Revenant at hand.” She remembered. Funny, the rhythm helped.

“Yes. It may not look like it, but it just hasn’t started yet. But you need to get ready” With that Crisono held her trusty fencing sword out. The two followed suit, it was starting to scare them, Chloé really wasn’t used to her serious mode, she kinda wanted her to stop it.

“Crisono, do you have any idea what we should expect?” Ladybug questioned.

“Yeah, all the Trinklets are colour coded, so in the future, you’ll have somewhat of an idea what to expect.” The air around them seemed to change, they could all feel it.

“This one was grey, so I think I can safely conclude that grey has something to do with gravity.” The other two eyed each other, it all still seemed unbelievable, but they had been used to Akuma’s so it couldn’t be too far out of their realm of possibility.

Then… The ground lit up.

But it was strange. Only certain bits lit up, almost as if it were just multiple squares along the floor. That was weird. What was weirder was some or those squares flew up into the air. All at random.

There didn’t seem to be any structure, it was all unsystematic. Now Ladybug could see why Crisono was so worried, she would’ve preferred a much simpler Trinklet to start off with.

But she wasn’t a superheroine for nothing.

She proudly swung her Yo-Yo around, looking over to the two new people she could trust.

“So, what's the plan Crissi?” The redhead smiled before extending her sword, making it point to something in the distance.

“We head towards the centre. That’s where it's residing. Then it’ll all be over.” The three all smirked before taking off. There was a rush of adrenaline soaring through them all, this was an oddly exhilarating experience, something new was happening and only they knew about it. It felt like it was only their little secret.

But as soon as they started running, all of the platforms moved as well. Ladybug wondered if the Revenant were somewhat alive and knew that it was under attack. She threw her Yo-Yo and swung from place to place, landing on the platforms and manoeuvring away when they rose up. So far so good, she just had to keep looking where she was going.

Stinger… Not so much. She had only been Queen Bee like four times. She didn’t count the times of being Akumatized since she couldn’t remember them, and she said she had practised, but not to this degree. And besides, she hadn’t even trained with her Miraculous yet.

So, it was only befitting that the newest hero was the first to fall.

Right into the crack.

She didn’t fall for long, something wrapped around her waist to pull her up, it was a real close call considering the platform was about to shut the blondes only escape.

Crisono swung Stinger further away to a safer platform before holding a thumbs up to her. Stinger breathed a sigh of relief before continuing on.

‘I won’t let you down again Crisono, Ladybug. I swear’ They continued before Crisono raised her hand.

“What's wrong?” Ladybug shouted; her eyes searched the area to see if anything was different.

Their Silver eyed heroine looked over to them, and she looked so confused.

“Did you two hear that?” They fell silent, trying to strain their ears for any type of noise.

It was feint, very feint.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“What was that!?” Ladybug looked over to Crisono, she couldn’t count how many emotions crossed over her face in a matter of seconds. First shock, then realisation, lastly dread.

“I really hoped that hadn’t happened”

“Crisono what's happening?” With a solemn look Crisono answered. Causing devastation to overflow the two.

“Trinklets need a human touch to be activated, and I wasn’t the one to activate this one”

“And that noise! -”

They all immediately rushed ahead. A civilian being held in a Trinklet? That would cause an uproar of trouble, possibly exposing the Trinklets to the media could cause outright panic, and with Akuma’s running amok… Well, you knew.

“We need to get the civilian out of here now, we aren’t sure if the Miraculous cure can work here so we can’t take any chances.” But there was only one problem, they didn’t know where to look.

The noise seemed to echo as they travelled along multiple platforms as well. They couldn’t locate anything.

Until Crisono fell headfirst in one of the gaps.

“Crisono!” The others screamed Ladybug swung her Yo-Yo at her, it just grabbed her foot before she would fall any further, and she didn’t like that endless drop of nothingness.

But as Crisono was suspended in mid-air and upside-down. She saw something.

Something or someone was in the distance, and they were just hanging on… Or so it seemed, she wasn’t sure.

“Ladybug let me go!” She realised there wouldn’t be much time left, she had to go and see who it was before it fell.

“What! Are you crazy! -” Crisono held up her ring, reminding them both she could make that flying skateboard again, to that she was released and fell, before flying off in that direction.

“We have to keep moving forward, hopefully, one of the other platforms will rise, or we’ll just destroy it so she can get back to us” They nodded as they took off.

They dodged and fled from all the platforms that were unstable or suddenly lift into the air, become replaced within a few seconds… Or even explode with near contact.

Yeah, that’s right, explode.

The first one knocked them both off their feet, they couldn’t even rest before they saw that they had activated another one, so they sprinted away.

There was no direction or identified method to understand so they couldn’t make a concrete plan. There was no way to make any type of strategy, or plan ahead.

So maybe that was the reason she hadn’t realised she’d stepped on an explosive tile. The explosion flung her across the arena, and she wasn’t moving. Stinger felt dread flow through her.

This was not like an Akuma. This wasn’t a game.

This was a battle far greater than whatever Hawkmoth could present.

But because of that, if they could just beat this then they could definitely defeat Hawkmoth.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared, seeing Ladybug on the floor like that, and on top of a moving tile no less.

“Ladybug! Wake up!” She leapt to the platform, quickly grabbing Ladybug before falling to another tile.

She was alive thank goodness! But what could she do? She wasn’t smart like Ladybug or brave, or strong like Rosina. She didn’t have any plan to help out. She hadn’t even been able to do anything but fall.

She was just Chloé…

***

When Crisono was released from Ladybug she prayed the other two would be fine, she hadn’t exactly explained everything to them in full detail since she wasn’t used to that yet, she already knew what to do but her Aunt was the one to tell her anything she’d missed, she wasn’t a leader type or a relayer of information. She just knew she had a job to do.

And that job was being a hero to everyone who needed to be saved/helped.

Just like in front of her. Whoever this person was, or thing she couldn’t tell. But she would have to hurry, she could hear and see explosions about to happen, so she knew she had to check whatever this was quick!

So, she sped along, the object becoming bigger and bigger, and she saw black and brown… Wait, that was hair! It was a person; she couldn’t celebrate as she came closer and saw it was a smaller person.

A child.

A really frightened child.

She neared the platform just as the child took notice of her, they were covering their ears because there was a lot of noise around. But they still looked really frightened, and nearly took a step off the platform.

“Hey hey there,” She carefully approached, stopping just on top of the platform, not getting off her board just in case. The kid still looked scared.

“I’m Crisono, what's your name?” She smiled but it didn’t seem to work. She looked up when there was another explosion as the little kid screamed.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! It’s all my fault I’m sorry,” Crisono stopped her smile as she grew worried, this wasn’t their fault, why did they think that?

She tried to take a gentle step forward, but the kid recoiled. She removed her arms from her sight and tried hiding her head.

Was it in fear?

What had happened while she was there, she thought, was this the reason she had some bruises on her arms?

Whatever Crisono thought it was replaced with the urge- no. Need to help this poor child.

So, she knelt down to be a bit more level getting the kids attention.

“I’m sorry I lied about my name” She raised her arms to take her mask off, Marinette was bound to be mad but she needed to do this, for the kid's sake.

“My real name is Rosina Scoats, see I’m a human just like you” She flashed a smile before moving the mask in the kid's direction.

“I know it’s not your fault, and whoever told you that is wrong so you shouldn’t blame yourself. So why don’t we get out of here ok?” The kid picked up the mask, ever so slightly. They felt it in their hands, it was really smooth and nice.

Maybe the Lady was right, maybe she could help.

Maybe she could’ve been faster.

Boom

The sound surprised the two so much…

The kid misplaced their step.

And they were falling.

“I’M COMMINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!” There was still her job to do.

She was going to be a hero.

The kid was falling and falling. They didn’t know when they would stop, if they even could!

This was all their fault; everything was their fault. That Lady should’ve never come to her, why was she there anyway? She’s going to get hurt because of her, just like everyone else, she should’ve just left-

“Hold Out Your Hands!” It was the Lady. Why was she still trying to help them? They were a curse to everyone around them!

“I’m sorry! Stay away. Leave me alone” But her hand was still outstretched.

Why?

“I won’t. I promise I’ll save you! And I’ll never leave you alone ever!” What?

“Just let me be your hero! Please!”

The kid's arms reached towards Rosina, because they finally trusted her words.

And she was finally able to grab onto the child.

“I swear” The child apologised more and more, but Rosy just pats her head.

Getting her board to fly towards her was easy.

Escaping with everyone would be a lot harder.

***

‘Why didn’t Rosy stay with us? She just had to go off on her own in this place we know nothing about. She’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous’ Sovereign Stinger was carrying an unconscious Ladybug, she may have wanted to be close with her idol but not like this.

But she didn’t know what to do, if she had known Rosy was used to this sort of thing, she would’ve wanted no part of it.

No way, this was above her pay rate… Wait what did that mean, she wasn’t paid for this.

She wasn’t paid for any of this.

But neither was Ladybug… Or Crisono.

They wouldn’t get anything out of this, no recognition at all.

Chloé had always wondered why Ladybug continued to be a hero, sure she was adored but she never abused her power.

Unlike her.

She had proudly proclaimed she was Queen Bee, only to purposely crash a train. She preferred to have any type of fame without actually doing any work, didn’t Ladybug see that!? She was selfish, not brave or caring.

She wasn’t Ladybug.

She wasn’t even Crisono.

She wasn’t a hero.

She was just Chloé.

She was just a blonde rich girl, able to make other people do what she wanted.

She wasn’t Ladybug.

She wasn’t even Crisono.

She wasn’t a hero.

She was just Chloé.

She was spoilt.

She was a brat.

She was-

“Chloé. I don’t think you need to be Queen Bee to be considered a hero. We can help you. Me, Marinette and Kagami too.” She remembered Rosina cheering her up that day. She had been upset with some events that had happened before she came into the picture. She had wanted to spend some time with her Maman, but she denied, saying she had better things to do, and called her a different name again, Catharine. But Rosina was there for her.

“Chloé, you don’t need powers, or a costume, or money to be a hero.” Why was she remembering this now, it seemed too convenient for her, this type of positivity?

“Just do what your heart wants, morally do what’s best, we can help you with every step.”

Did she really mean that?

“You’ll never be alone Chloé. Just trust us.”

Yes. Yes, she did.

“Let me help you be Chloé Bourgeois”

She was Chloé Bourgeois!

And she was going to prove she was a hero to herself and to everyone else who wouldn’t believe in her.

But she was knocked to the ground, Ladybug fell out of her arms just as they both rolled onto another platform.

She hadn’t given up.

“What…?”

Stinger looked at her side. Her spinning top weapon. It was…

Glowing!

She picked it up, and something told her to say her word Venom.

But only to slam it into the ground.

That would’ve been strange, but Stinger didn’t question it.

She lifted the weapon into the air and slammed it into the ground. She saw that Ladybug had started to gain consciousness, looking around her environment and wondered what was happening.

She was confused when she saw spikes shoot up and strike around her.

“Ch- Stinger what happened?!” Stinger opened her eyes, looking around at what she had done.

She had created this?

“I-I couldn’t just stand by any longer Ladybug. I had to do something. But I don’t know what I did!” Stinger was still kneeling down on the platform; spikes had shot through multiple platforms all around them.

They were all held in place.

It was like her usual power, but it was subjected to others as well.

“Level 2 already?” Mrs Hernandez had taught her about even more power-ups, more than Master Fū ever had but that was beside the point, and told her how if a teen had gotten a hold of a Miraculous they would all start at the base, Level 1, but through time teens were able to unlock more levels, and that would be shown through their suits.

It had seemed Chloé was able to unlock level 2.

But there was still the time limit.

“Stinger, how long do you have?” She was looking around, she hadn’t seen Crisono for a while now, was she trapped?

“I don’t know… Four minutes? You better hurry up Ladybug, this is starting to become harder to control” Another thing the teacher mentioned, it wouldn’t be easy to control either, it had to be worked on or it wouldn’t work.

There was only one thing to do.

“Lucky Charm!” Instead of throwing her Yo-Yo into the air, she was able to reach into her bag after being told it would be a better design choice for her, and she pulled out a flashlight.

She looked around, some of the platforms were suspended in mid-air, and they hadn’t been replaced, so Ladybug could look into the hole and use the flashlight as a means of a signal.

“C’mon Crissi. Where are you?” She flicked the flashlight on and off over and over again. Hoping, just praying she was alright.

“Crisono. We’re over here please find us!”

“Ladybug! … I don’t know how long I can hold it!” Stinger sounded like she was struggling to keep control. They could only pray now.

“H-” She heard something!

There in the distance!

Red.

“Ladybug, I’m here, just hold it for a little longer!” She was flying even faster,

‘C’mon Rosy you can do it.’ She pleaded.

“Ahhh!” Stinger was pushed back and thrown across the room, Ladybug looked back in shock, oh no! That certainly wasn’t good.

But Crissi was so close now, she had to make it!

10 meters, a 1/3 of it had closed.

5 meters, halfway closed.

“Crisono!”

Swoosh

She made it. With just an inch left.

Ladybug hugged her; thankful she had escaped.

“Hey, I did most of the work here!” Sovereign grunted, still on the floor slightly glaring at the two… Three?

“Err who’s that?” She got up and pointed to the bundle in her arms. And why was her mask off?

“I think they were the one who accidentally activated this, but we should try to get out of here now. The Trinklet should be riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight around? -” She took several steps forward.

“Here!” The other two were confused, there was nothing there.

“Err, Crisono?” Stinger was about to ask what she meant but then she was handed the child as Crisono struck her weapon into the ground.

Then they saw it, a light high above them.

“Is that!?” Crisono nodded. Jumping up into the air and grabbing it.

Reality started warping around them, until the familiar sight of Paris made them realise, they were back!

But not in the same place.

It seemed as if the Trinklet had moved from its original location.

An exhausted blonde hero fell down, breathing a sigh of relief. The little kid ran back to Rosina. Hand still clutching the mask as Rosina transformed back. She would just have to make another one, she didn’t want to take it back.

“I’m never doing that again…”

“Typical” A voice spoke out.

!!!

A cane shot out from nowhere, catching the three-off guard, and knocked Stinger’s Miraculous out of her hair. She immediately transformed back into Chloé, dread sweeping over her.

She lost her chance of ever being a hero now.

It was all gone, her greatest fear.

“Aunty!” A shrill voice screamed and ran off to hug the attacker…

Whack

…Only to get whacked in the head.

“I’m highly disappointed with all of you” She glared at all three of them, Chloé became angry. What did she mean by that?

Her question was answered when the woman took a heavy sigh.

“Bourgeois, you didn’t even try being a hero until near the end, disgraceful. Ladybug, getting knocked out amid battle, how irresponsible. And you, Rosina. I thought I taught you better than that. Not explaining to your friends at the beginning? I’m very ashamed right now” Rosina’s face turned sad, dejected that her Aunt had pointed out something she really hated doing.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that was our first fight against, whatever the hell that was! And we won in the end, we even saved someone, isn’t that enough?” Chloé couldn’t stand back any longer, how dare she disrespect Rosina like that, and Ladybug! They didn’t know what this was, but they were able to adapt and solve it.

But the look in Hernandez’ eyes said otherwise.

“You were formerly known as Queen Bee, you held no regard for saving anyone, or being a hero. Only for fame, so how can you say anything?” She smirked as she crossed her arms.

Chloé felt dejected, yeah, she did do that huh.

But then she felt two pairs of hands on her shoulders. Looking around it was Ladybug and Rosina.

“Chloé has become a far better person than what she was, so to hold her past actions against her now as she’s becoming a better person is disgraceful.” Ladybug mocked as Rosina nodded along.

“Yeah Aunty, Chloé is trying her best, and I believe she’s gonna become a great hero in the future” She smiled, they really stuck up for her.

But she could stick up for herself just fine.

“I’m may not be a good hero yet, but I’ll show you that I can change, and next time you try spying on us, you’ll just have to be amazed when we execute another, trinket off” She turned her head up proud, a grin forming across her face.

“Trinklet”

“Don’t ruin the mood”

Hernandez stood there for a while, yet again words she was proud to hear, but she wouldn’t tell them that, they had to work for admiration.

But she could be lenient at times.

“Ladybug, you’re about to transform back. I suggest you use your cure before catching up with us. We need to take care of that little girl now” Ladybug soon had a miniature freak-out, she had completely forgotten about that, with Rosina and Hernandez there, she forgot Chloé couldn’t know.

“Right of course.” She threw her flashlight into the air, shouting those oh so familiar words she was so accustomed to as she watched small ladybugs wrap around Chloé and herself…

None went around Rosina just like she expected, it looked like Chloé hadn’t noticed but that was fair, she didn’t really have any scratches on her.

“I’ll meet you all later bugout” She used her Yo-Yo to take her away, not before taking the Bee Miraculous as well.

It was only then that she had realised something. Or two things.

That child, being carried by Rosina, the one they realised must’ve activated the Trinklet.

What was she doing inside a closed suitcase…?

And why weren’t those bruises healed?

***

“Here, this will help your arms, they should be right as water before you know it”

“Rain Rosy you mean rain”

“Same thing”

They were at Hernandez’s apartment; it was incredibly far from where they resided that was for sure.

Ladybug soon found where they were and stayed with them, after informing Tikki what had happened, the tiny god creature was happy the young holder was able to defeat a Trinklet so soon. They giggled before transforming back.

The child, which they had realised was a girl after they gave her a bath, still looked scared, but she seemed to trust Rosina the most. She stayed very close to her, almost clinging to her poncho.

If Rosina got up, so would she. And follow her around like a little puppy. Ladybug gushed at how cute it was while Chloé secretly smiled. She had never been a fan of kids but this one was cute, her black hair was gorgeous, and black skin was lovely. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of pink, everything about her was adorable.

She was an exception.

Rosina came back with the girl.

But instead of whatever dirt rag she was wearing, she wore a white dress with red, blue and yellow stripes.

“Awwwwww” Ladybug cooed.

“It was one of my old dresses from when I was younger. I’m surprised Aunty still kept it”

“Of course I did, I keep all of your dresses” Chloé smirked at her.

“Looks like you do have a soft spot for your niece huh?” She teased her.

Franchezca turned her head, but she didn’t deny it. Chloé giggled.

Ladybug decided to ask the girl some questions, crouching down to her level to try and make her feel more at ease.

“Hey there,” But immediately the little girl clung to Rosina, scared.

The spotted Lady grew worried, if she kept being scared, she could attract an Akuma. And she really didn’t want to fight a little girl. So, Rosina felt she had to encourage the girl.

“Don’t worry. This is Ladybug. A hero of Paris” A snort was heard but ignored.

“And she protects everyone. Just like me. She’s really nice as well. So, you can trust her.” The little kid looked from Rosy to Ladybug.

Until she came out and stood in front of Rosina.

“O-Ok,” The kid replied, fear vanished as she looked back at Ladybug.

“So, you were in that world with us. Are you alright?” She nodded several times. The bluenette smiled, she was like a mini Rosina, except less bubbly.

“Do you know how you entered that place?” She was worried about asking too many questions at once, it may confuse or alarm the girl.

“I-I erm. I was asleep, and I woke up cold an-and inside something. I-I was alone, and gone and- and-. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m-” Tears started falling down her cheeks as she raised her arms.

“H-Hey its ok, you’re safe now. No one will hurt you now ok” Ladybug was about to reach out to her when she flinched away, and fell back into Rosina.

Now she was nervous.

Rosina picked her up, trying to console her, rocking her back and forth. Whispering positive words to her. Saying how she’s safe now, and no one will hurt her. How it's not her fault at all.

She calmed down and Ladybug was greatly thankful. Even Chloé was relieved.

The little girl looked up at Rosina…

And booped her nose.

At first, she was confused before chuckling was heard as the three looked at Hernandez.

“I believe the kid has shown that she likes you” Rosina gasped excitedly. But Ladybug shared a glance with Chloé about what she had just told them.

Chloé, deciding she wanted in on the action, walked over. But a bit slower so not to scare her.

“So, err kid? What's your name?” The girl cocked her head to the side.

“What’s a name?”

‘Oh my god’

“It's like how I’m called Rosina, and this is Ladybug, and that is Chloé” Rosina pointed to them as it looked like the girl understood.

The girl looked down, fiddling with the mask. Was she nervous?

“C-Can I have a name?” The girls, of course, said yes, they wanted to shout so the heavens could hear but didn’t want to scare her.

“So, what name should we call her?” They all pondered for a while before Chloé offered a name.

“Piper” They all stared at her.

“What? Was it that bad?” She crossed her arms, ready for them to joke and berate the name.

“No, I like it, what about you? Fancy being called Piper, Piper?” The kid tried pronouncing it, with it being an easy name she excitedly chirped a yes as the girls gushed over her.

Franchezca shook her head, those girls needed a lot more training to go through.

“All three of you will be training under me” The gushing stopped as they all looked at the older woman.

“What?” Chloé hoped she was kidding.

“I’m sure you heard me, now you’ll be training under me, I’m a far better instructor than Wáng. And you all better be at your peak. Unless you think you don’t want to be a hero anymore” Ladybug and Chloé glared at the older woman, she was given her answer.

“I will not accept anything but the better, so you best put in all your effort” Chloé and Ladybug looked at each other, was she serious. Nah how hard could it be?

But then they saw Rosy salute towards her. Saying ma’am yes ma’am.

And Piper copied.

They all laughed before Chloé gasped.

“I forgot about Marinette! I’m the worst friend ever…” Ladybug and Rosina slightly glanced at each other.

Well. It was nice she remembered Marinette.

***

It was around 11pm. The sky had turned darker, and pitter-patters of rain droplets against the bedroom window had formed. A pity really, it was such a sunny day as well, there would be plenty of puddles tomorrow.

Rosina had offered to take Chloé home since Ladybug just had to get going.

When they arrived back at the hotel Marinette and Piper officially met and somehow, Piper became comfortable around her a lot quicker, Chloé would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous.

They spent hours showing Piper the sights of Paris before they headed home. Rosina had told the two that her Aunt would try to get some paperwork to show that Piper was her Sister or something, the redhead was unsure how to explain it but then said something to the effect of like how she had done to me, it was then Chloé had realised what that may have meant and immediately hugged the girl, her being confused but accepted nonetheless.

Later Marinette and Chloé had to come up with a plan on how to bring Piper home, Marinette’s Parents would surely question it and they couldn’t say they found her in another dimensional world.

They came up with the idea that Rosina had an adoptive Sister before coming here, but because she was shy, she was spending more time with her Aunt. But then Piper had wanted to come and stay with Rosina and spend some time with her.

Luckily it worked and Sabine and Tom were just more than happy to look after another child.

Chloé had gone home, complaining about how tired she was, she was picked up in her limo and driven away.

So, it was now night. And the tiny makeshift bed Marinette was able to make fairly quickly. But Piper couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want to stay in the bed, she wants to be near that nice Lady, ro- ros- Rosy. Yeah, that was her name. She looked around and felt her way until she felt something.

There! An arm.

She wanted to tap her awake, but she was afraid if she would be angry, so she started tearing up.

That definitely woke Rosina up.

“Piper? Are you alright? Did you have a bad dream?” Piper stopped her tears and stood straight up, not daring to speak.

But she felt a gentle hand on her head and Rosy’s smile making her feel something.

“Did you want to stay with me? Well of course you can” She outstretched her arms and Piper ran into them, literally. She was clinging to her like life-support. But it looked like Rosina didn’t seem to mind.

Piper’s breathing shortened to an even pace as she fell asleep, Rosina thinking how cute she was. As she pattered her hair, she realised something.

She was a number to this little girl, and maybe more.

~Bonus~

Rosina: Hey guys -uploads a photo- I made a Sister today.

Aurore: What?

Kagami: Marinette! Explain! Now!

Noémie: This is not like how biology works, where did she come from?

Marinette: It’s a long story please just let us go to bed.

Marc: It's too late for this type of thing, I’ll sleep on it.

Aurore: I think Marc is still sleepy and hasn’t realised what Rosy said.

Luka: Would congratulations be ok to say or inappropriate?

Marinette: Luka stop this is serious, and sorry guys we’ll be going offline soon we’ll talk tomorrow. We have to get the little one to sleep… And I’m not talking about Piper.

Luka: Aww, she even has a cute name.

Noémie: Luka stop being a Brother you can’t just do this.

Luka: Watch me.

Marinette: Anyway, night guys.

Noémie: Night smols.

Kagami: You all better explain yourselves tomorrow, in full detail, I swear I will get the whole truth somehow.

Kagami: I see you’ve all read it.

Chloé: Yeah yeah just go to bed.

Aurore: I’ll tell Mireille, knowing her, her phones turned off.

Noémie: Goodnight, and tell Piper she’s like soo adorable, ok smols. Peace out.

Marc: WAIT ROSY’S GOT A KID!?

***

Hope you liked it. Oh, and here's Piper. She’s adorable.

Oh, man, have I been drawing a bunch of stuff. My sketchbook is halfway filled with ML costume redesigns and some original ones as well. It’s been great. I drew 3 in a day and I have all of the future Miraculous holders sketched out and I’m planning to digitalise them in the near future when their chapter comes out, I’ll post the picture in due time. I’m so happy and impressed with myself, although I must admit I drew more than I wrote but oh well, I loved doing the designs as I tried to search for the best to references. Although I must admit I didn’t really like Luka’s much, he may be one of my favourite characters but I hate drawing him, I don’t know why but I think I can never draw him good, he always looks weird but I digress. Anyway, Piper has been introduced and the training has started. I’m not sure about what the next one should be, I had thought this one should’ve included more but it was already getting long, the next maybe a 3 in 1 but I’m not sure, if I can make a whole chapter then the 3 in 1 will be after. Cya later. Have a nice day/night.

I may soon be adding another love square hehe. Feel free to guess who it is, 3 of the characters have been introduced.

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I reserve the right to unfollow anyone for whatever reason including but not limited to rp politics. Ya gurl not here for rp snobbery or assumptions made. If I become uncomfortable I will soft block to unfollow quietly. I also practice block back. Meaning if I’m hardblocked (which is in anyone’s right who is uncomfortable with my content) I will hardblock back. It’s only fair and honestly it’s a lovely page taken out of one of my waifu’s books.

OOC: If you post a crap ton of ooc posts (I mean plz it’s your blog and your content is yours so go for it) I may unfollow if I cannot blacklist them properly. I mean things that aren’t rp related. This is only in extreme cases. My blog has overwhelmed me so the dash being flooded is something I want to clean up.

Replies: As I have stated in updates on this blog I am super busy and backed up. My reply speed is slower due to lots of drafts and asks. You can remind me but please don’t come at me or try to push me. Muse can be fickle. Some days I have it for a specific verse, others I have it for shorter convos or text threads. I aim to reply to everyone but keep in mind running this blog is not easy and I want it be fun for me. It’s a hobby. When I have to worry and hide from people this is no longer that. If it continues I will drop the thread completely. Only in extreme cases.

Pressuring: Do not come into my inbox on anon passive aggressively asking when I will reply to threads. If you honestly want to remind me like a normal person my dms are open to mutuals only. Do not guilt me into rping. If you pressure and attempt manipulating me you will be blocked. This has happened and I will not put up with it.

Please reblog any memes/prompts from the source and not this blog. I am not an rp source or creator of these. If you continue to do this and just harvest my blog for memes without even interacting I will unfollow/block. If you reblog send me one then. If not well do not do it. non-mutuals do not reblog anything at all from this blog. Also I have to mention some people have used me as a source WITHOUT reblogging from me. Meaning they see the meme and reblog it for themselves as a means of bypassing sending in anything. If we’re mutuals why are you doing this? It will just make me think you do not want to interact.

Asks: Do not reblog asks. Please if you wish to continue make a new post and link back to ask. It just makes my dash a little cleaner and I want to avoid extra asks in the inbox continuing it when we can turn them into convo threads. So please don’t keep sending asks to continue a plot line. Thread it.

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT HATE & ASSUMPTIONS: If I discover you sending hate on anon to anybody you’re gone. If you send hate to people about what they ship, especially to female muns/muses, you’re gone. I will not tolerate hate of any kind and if I see you talking negatively about any female muse I will soft block you quietly. I just do not want to interact with you. People who assume generalized posts are about them when I follow you will be softblocked as well. Honestly it’s a given that if I’m following it’s not directed at you. I will not put up with assumptions or continue to view it on my dash. Unfollow me, softblock me, etc. It’s not difficult. My comfort levels are important to me as well as yours should be.

I will not interact with egoists. If I see anything that wigs me out I will just softblock quietly. Elitists go home. I don’t want you here.

I will never rush or be pushy at my partners. I’m so chill about threads. please take your time. let’s never take the fun out of it. never think you’re taking too long or bothering me. DM’s are open to my mutuals only.

I do not do passwords or send messages of any kind. If I am following you rest assured that I have read your rules. I do this automatically when someone follows me and vice versa since I expect the same. If I’m liking update posts you can consider that me seeing it as well.

unfollowing/refollowing: Don’t do it on my blog. If you follow and then unfollow but for some reason come back to follow you get blocked from my side. I don’t need the bs or the attention seeking.

Duplicates are amazing but I will be selective who I follow back and interact with. Nothing personal but I have been the victim of theft in the past. It’s an unfortunate thing but my characterization and headcanons for 60 are my own. I have been writing this boy forever even long before I made this blog. I’m highly protective of my ruthless king. He is my baby after all.

softblocks: I remove people by doing this. It could be for any reason to be honest. We never interact, you keep dropping our stuff, show no interest, I don’t see us interacting after all or any number of reasons to make my dash more comfortable. Do not ask me why I did it. That’s my comfort. No hard feelings. Just move on. I don’t have to cater to you. If you don’t like my methods use the unfollow button and leave my blog. Simple enough.

hardbocking/blacklisting: Yes I have done it. Am I going to blatantly broadcast it for all to see? Nope. I am not obligated to explain why I blocked you. Most times you have broken my rules despite me reminding to read them. Other times there are people I just do not want to see and that is my right not to see them. Same goes for you. Block me if you do not like what you see. I will not censor myself, my writing or who I interact with.

ostracizing people in the rpc: If you don’t like who I am interacting with use your blacklist function. NEVER tell me not to interact with them. If I find out you practice this exclusion tactic on others in the rpc I will purge you off my blog no questions or explanation needed. I totally get it. There are people I don’t like. No one is going to like everyone but do you see me telling others NOT to write with them? Hell no because I know for a fact they have done it to me and others love to listen without all sides to a story.

I also drop people who vague in public servers because it’s straight up childish behavior. I also will not follow or interact with anyone who guilt trips, suicide baits or lies with a pity party song and dance. When you’re found out to be lying or telling other people not to interact with somebody in this RPC I want nothing to do with you. Move on. That’s it.

Drop a like if you made it this far. Whew! No passwords needed. Even if you don’t drop a like it won’t prevent me interacting it’s just nice to see.

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thehomierobbstark · 5 years

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Erik and his girl at the movies and he’s in the mood and he’s trying to get you in it too . Plz ps (I love your writings)

A/N: 💖💖💖Thank you anon!!! I know I always say this but yall are so nice to me and it honestly blows my mind yall really fw me and my writing like that, so thank you so much. Thank you for being patient for this release.

On a side note, yall are getting so creative with these requests! I love it! 👏🏿👏🏿Thanks for asking anon! I hope you like it!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Oooh, look! The Evil Dead is playing!” You point excitedly, seeing one of your favorite old horror movies listed right at the top in big, black, block letters.

“Wackk, don’t nobody wanna see that shit! Where my psycho niggas at, like Hannibal or Candy Man or something?” he mumbles into your hair, looking up at the marquee with you as you try and decide on a movie.

The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks, but it feels nice combined with the human heater currently wrapped around your shoulders keeping you warm.

“Excuse me, The Evil Dead is a classic, thank you very much. What about The Thing?” You suggest, already bouncing on the balls of your feet just thinking about it. You loved the 1980’s film, always managing to get wrapped up in the ‘who dunnit’ sci-fi mystery every time.

“Quit moving, I’m trying to focus,” he holds you tighter to still you, clearly unsatisfied with the choices you were coming up with. And he called you the brat.

“Come on Erik, the next rotation starts in 10 minutes, I don’t wanna miss it!” You plead, urging him to hurry up and make a decision.

It was the end of November and you and Erik were at a horror movie marathon event at your favorite old time-y movie theater in the middle of town was hosting.

All day they’d been playing classic horror flicks like Dawn of the Dead, The Howling, Children of the Corn, and Maximum Overdrive.

There were about 30 different movies that were playing for the day, randomly shuffling after every 2 ½ hour showing and intermission.

Currently your options were: The Thing, An American Werewolf in London, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Evil Dead, and Carrie.

He takes one last look over the titles before huffing out a big breath, conceding.

“Ugh, fine, lets go see this damn Thing movie, he moans, and you do a little fist pump, hissing a silent “yes!” as you grab his hand and skip over to the ticket booth.

“Two tickets for The Thing at 5:30 please,” you beam at the teller, and she rings you up, Erik already sliding a five dollar bill on to the counter before you can even reach in your purse.

She gives you the tickets, letting you know the movie is the last one on your left, and you pull Erik through the revolving door and into the lobby.

“Okay, since you paid for the tickets I’ll pay for the snacks “You say, already pulling out your money as you try to trot ahead of him to the concession stand.

He gives you a ‘yeah, OK’ look at the back of your head, letting you get all the way to the front of the line before pinching the back of your coat between his fingers and pulling you behind him, taking your place in front of the cashier.

“Can I get a large mixed ICEE and a Buncha Crunch for this one,” he says, nodding in your direction, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Sure thing, and what can I get you sir?” The lanky teenager asks, fingers flying over the POS system on autopilot.

“That’ll be all.” he answers, handing over another bill and collecting the snacks, giving you your candy.

As he receives his change he takes a long drink from your slurpee, looking amusedly at the exaggerated sour face you make at him as you head off towards the theater.

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything” you mock him, snatching the drink from his hand when he finishes.

“I never said that,” he states, opening the door for you to go inside.

“Then next time get your own,” you sass at him, walking past him inside the dark entry way.

“Nah,” the door closes and its nearly pitch black now as you start to navigate your way up the side hallway, seeing the big screen come into view.

“Whats yours is mine,” he says, low into your ear and you shudder a little, not even realizing he’s moved over to your left side.

If he notices, he doesn’t show it, and he turns to assess the seating situation.

There’s no one in here except for an older black gentleman near the front and a couple hyper pre-teens running through the aisles and jumping from seat to seat.

“You wanna sit over there?” You ask him, pointing towards the lower middle section a little bit away from the rambunctious kids.

He sniffs at your suggestion, again. “Uh-uh, we going all the way to the top. Come on.” he grabs your hand, guiding you up the stairs to the very top and picks a spot two rows down from the projector.

You put your stuff down and he helps you out of your coat, tossing it over one of the empty seats before doing the same with his own. You settle in, arriving right on time as the trailer for the upcoming deep sea thriller fades to black and the lights dim, the only glow being the safety lights lined along the floor.

As the final announcement to turn off all cell phones plays, an usher pokes their head into the theater, spotting the kids. They flash their hand light at them.

“Come on guys you know you’re not supposed to be in there,” they say admonishingly, escorting them out.

Out the corner of your eye you can see Erik relax more, sinking further into the seat as he spreads his legs wide. You ignore him, figuring he’s about to go to sleep since he didn’t want to see the movie. So dramatic.

You open up your chocolate and start snacking, the opening scene playing on the screen and washing the theater in a bright light, the camera panning over the landscape of snow, accompanied by the sound of a helicopter flying before it too, appears on the screen.

You see Erik reach for your drink again, and you try and smack at his hand.

“Hey hey,” you say, getting territorial now because this nigga was about to drink all your stuff. Thirsty ass.

He takes it and puts it into the cupholder on the other side of him, lifting up the one between you two.

You kiss your teeth, about ready to sock this nigga in the throat when he grabs you under the leg and pulls you over into his lap.

“Erik- what the’”

“Shhhh” he shushes you, handing back the drink. “Here, take it dang. Greedy ass.” he says, looking at you, and you slurp at the straw obnoxiously when you hear a soft snore coming from somewhere. You look down to see the old man’s head thrown back in his seat, mouth wide open as he continues to take in jagged and choppy breaths.

“That nigga knocked,” Erik comments behind you, and you chuckle, punching him in the arm.

It’s a little chilly in the theater and the iced drink doesn’t help, so its nice to be back in Erik’s arms, even if he was getting on your nerves.

You sit back and watch the screen as the research team scrambles to make sense of their new guest, enjoying the rise in tension.

You get about 15 minutes into the movie before Erik starts moving around beneath you, spreading his legs wide and pulling yours to hang on the outside of his and wrapping his arms around your middle, like how he does at home when he’s watching the basketball game or playing some video game you don’t care to join in when you want attention.

“Erik we’re in public, I can’t sit like this here,” you tell him, about to close your legs when he grips the inside of your thigh firmly, stopping your movement.

“You gon sit how I tell you to sit,” he whispers, behind your ear, grabbing one of the coats laid over the seat and using it to cover your bodies, kissing your ear playfully. You let him, thinking all he wants is to be snuggled up with you again, and you relax into him, laying your head back onto his shoulder.

He let’s you chill for about five minutes before he starts kissing your neck, this time taking his hands to stroke the inside of your thighs, moving them back and forth in a massage like manner over your leggings.

The inside of your thighs were one of your hot spots, and you can’t help but roll your hips into his hands, wanting him to press into your skin harder.

“Ok, Erik,” you start, orally disagreeing with your body’s actions as you try and slow him down, knowing full well if he kept going you wouldn’t be able to pull back, and you needed logic on your side since Erik damn sure wasn’t helping.

You put your drink back down in the cupholder and reach down to stop one of his hands from roaming when the other one sweeps over your hot center, cupping you.

He starts rubbing large sloppy circles over you, pressing his fingers firmly into your clothed opening.

“…Erik…” you manager to get out, breath catching as his hands work together now, taking turns running his fingers up and down your slit, alternating hands over and over again.

Your breaths get shallower, and he dives his hands into your leggings and spreads your lips, letting your panties fall between them. He flicks at your still covered clit, using his thumb and middle fingers.

The quick throbbing vibrations make you grab out to the arm of the chair, reaching for some sort of leverage, and you accidentally spill the rest of the candy in your lap, the little pieces cascading onto the floor making a distinct scattering sound. You tense up and freeze, gasping, but he keeps going, making your hips jerk around in his lap. You try to minimize your movements, digging your pelvis back into his crotch as you try to concentrate, feeling yourself start to wet your panties with your arousal.

“E-Erik… ss-stopppp” you try and plead with him, not wanting to get caught by the only other patron here.

“What’s yours is mine,” he reminds you, giving you a sickly sweet wet kiss to your cheek, and your head falls back as you give a quiet, stuttered high pitched whine. Your pelvis locks up as your orgasm surges through you, and you shake as you lift your hips up to ride it out. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars, and your cum completely ruins your pants, overflowing into Erik’s lap too to form a wet spot on his crotch.

Erik rubs at the inside of your thighs again as you come down, kissing your shoulder as he speaks gentle praises into you, ‘Good girl. Such a good girl’.

When you finally have the energy, you lift your head up to peek down at where the old man was sitting, and see his head still thrown back, mouth hanging wide open and you hear the soft snores again.

“Man, that nigga really is knocked,” you laugh, and you pick up your slurpee and sit back to watch the rest of the movie, passing the straw between the two of you.

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #headcanon ek #erik killmonger headcanon #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #bp #TheHomieFics #nons

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twistedrunes · 6 years

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Hi I just wanted to say I love your Peaky Blinders works they're amazing!!! If they're still going can I request Michael Gray headcanons about what he'd be like in a relationship??? Plz and thanks xx

Hello lovely Anon!

Thank you for your kind words. I’m so pleased you’re enjoying what I’ve done so far. Here is your request I hope you enjoy it.

As you can all see I didn’t even stay on track for the day! So here’s the Michael request, earlier than I said. I have already done a ‘what Michael looks for in a girl post.’ So this is more NSFW - actually it’s nearly all NSFW. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Warnings: NSFW

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16878018/chapters/39642813

You will get the best of everything dating Michael, fancy restaurants, clothes, jewellery and negligee. Particularly negligee.

But no-one in Birmingham will know you’re dating or even that you know each other. He does NOT want his cousins to know. Or his mother.

He’s aware that dating him comes with some danger to you, not as much as if you were dating Tommy perhaps, but he’s still part of Shelby Company and so you’re at risk.

And he gets off on the fact that he has something Tommy doesn’t know about.

When you met, you weren’t terribly experienced. Michael is proud he gave you his first orgasm.

He’s even prouder that he’s taken you from shy, nice girl to complete minx.

Michael likes Dom/Sub play – he is the Dom. You call him Sir.

Silk ties are perfect to tie you up. It’s part of the reason he has so many ties.

He’ll see you on the street and ignore you. He’ll look straight ahead as he flicks his tongue over his lips, allowing smoke to rise from his mouth before drawing it back in through his nose. He knows what it does to you.

He’ll ring you later and want a detailed description of what that did to you. He likes to listen to you as you pleasure yourself.

He likes to go to nice hotels for sex. The lush surroundings and anonymity driving him wild.

Sometimes you play at not knowing each other and he will pick you up in the bar. He’s not opposed to you pretending to be a prostitute either.

The first time you see him on the street and say “Good afternoon, Sir.” He doesn’t call you and he’s waiting for you when you finish work. He drives you out of town, you think you’re going to a hotel, you’re not. This is when Michael finds out that he loves sex outdoors.

There’s a lot more of that.

He loves to take you from behind. While he’s fully dressed, only removing his jacket and tie. Your hands tied in front of you, bent over a table, lounge, desk or even bathtub.

He’s very affectionate in his after play. Holding you closely, running his fingers over anything that may still be hurting. Kissing you all over. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Usually, the morning after he prefers to engage in more vanilla acts, slow and gentle. He just needs to get his need to dominate out first.

Enjoy this? Agree? Disagree? Have a head-canon you want me to do? Send me an askInterested in my other work? Go to my MASTERLIST

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britishchick09 · 3 years

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sherlock ep 1 a study in pink livewatch

for the first livewatch of 2021 (and the first liverewatch), we’re taking a look at something i saw exactly 4 years ago! now that i’ve written my own sherlock holmes inspired story, the show will be a lot more interesting than it was in 2017 (hopefully). let’s dive right in! :D

this starts out with GUNS WAR SCREAMING DEAD NO

poor john :(

what a bleak flat :(

ooh laptop

i hope sherlock will be able to brighten up his life :)

OMG DAS THE BLOG!!!!

dere he is! :D

john has a therapist just like monk! :D

also he and molly’s dad from ag both have ptsd and the blog is to help cope with that... i wonder if molly’s dad had something similar like a journal (he had knitting which would help john’s shaky hands)

john: “nothing happens to me.” oh really? ;)

cool dramatic intro :D

the wheel is a dan and phil reference! :D

REDRUM ALERT REDRUM ALERTT!!!!!

poor wife :(

aww john is alone in the rain! :(

REDRUM RED RUM!!!!!

ooh blackberry! :D

a lady said ‘ignore the texts’ and that makes sense since ya know THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE LISTENING TO LESTRADE

these other people are cool and all but give me more john plz!!!!

ooh john has a friend before sherlock! :o

why does his friend look like his dad

OH HELLO MR

HE’S SLAPPING SOMETHING AND IT’S THE MOST HILARIOUS THING EVER OMG :D

the lady is super confused too like ‘???’

oh he’s checking for bruises it still funny tho ;D

of course he wants black coffee

the first thing sherlock does is ask john for his phone awww :)

that looks like a ds lol :D

aww sherlock wants to know if john plays violin like him! ^_^

john: “we just met and you want to look at a flat” it’s called true luv bby ♥

also wowza sherlock really wants a friend huh

sherlock just infodumped about john and john’s like ‘:o ???’

THE WINK THE WINK!!!!!

ooh coolio! :D

john is about to go inside baker street when sherlock comes out of a taxi what timing!

did sherlock just say florida

ah yes mrs hudson the number one johnlock shipper

aww she hugged sherlock and john! ♥

dere it is!!!!

my computer randomly shut down here GOSH DARN IT COMPUTER!!

it’s back let’s return to baker street! :D

aww john has a cane :(

john: “very nice indeed!” see sherlock is the light in his life already!

mrs. hudson: “there’s another bed upstairs if you’ll be needing two.” sherlock “of course we’ll be needing two” johnlock shippers be like ;)

mrs. hudson scolded sherlock for his messy flat WE LOVE A MOM!!! ♥

oh yeah sherlock had a website once! rip that :/

i almost expected mrs. hudson to call sherlock ‘lockie’

omg 4 murders? DUN DUN DUNNN!!!! :o

sherlock: “i need an assistant!” aww that’s code for friend! ♥

sherlock just jumped around and said “BRILLIANT!!!” first of all ADORABLE and secondly that’s what my own sherlock would do! (but he says ‘smashing!’)

he’s so excited about the murders wtf :’)

sherlock: “it’s christmas!” lol

aaand he’s gone

mrs. hudson said ‘cuppa’ that’s british slang for coffee (as seen in my own sherlock story) the more you know ;)

mrs hudson said ‘i’m not your housekeeper’ to sherlock and now john is that gonna be a running joke with her

oh hey lockie’s back

john: “i’ve seen too many deaths.” sherlock: “want to see some more?” john: “oh god, yes.” ...ok wasn’t expecting his ‘oh god’ to sound like that

i think the version in my story (’would you like to see a murder?’ ‘you mean a flock of crows or a gruesome death?’ ‘yes, we meet at the park every thursday- of course i mean a gruesome death!’) is better sorry sherlock :/

sherlock: “there’s finally something fun going on!” indeed there is! :D

sherlock: “the game, mrs. hudson. is on!!” and there’s the tagline for the series! (jk i don’t think it has one of those)

and off they go! (the theme music is really good btw)

why does sherlock’s voice sound a bit stuffed

john: “the police don’t consult amateurs!” BOI

sherlock said ‘mp3 player’ how very 2010 of you

sherlock’s deduction is cool :D (and a bit scary like how do you do these things)

john: “how can you possibly know about the drinking?’ as my holmes character once said, ‘detectives always know’ ;)

john: “that... was amazing.” indeed it was! :D

some chick just called sherlock ‘freak’ WOAH WOAH WOAH SISTER :o

aww sherlock called john a colleague how cute :)

woah anderson is a cranky perfectionist

why are they talking about deodorant

guy: “who is he?” sherlock: “he’s with me” johnlock shippers be like ;) ;)

yo are they in hazmat suits

credit cards how modern

of course kids found her

the lady’s in pink TITLE REFERENCE!! :D

i love how sherlock randomly says ‘shut up’

ooh sherlock’s thought process being shown is cool :D

as are the floating words!

guy: “got anything?” sherlock: “not much” lol :D

OP THERE BE RACHE!! :D (book reference!)

ooh cardiff that’s the cardiff giant

he wants john to examine the body because it’s fun how nice :)

the shade of pink is ‘alarming’ according to sherlock that’s because it’s so dark!

guy: “you’re just making this up!” boi sherlock doesn’t make anything up ;)

john: “that’s fantastic!” sherlock: “shut up” lol :D

sherlock clapped his hands together like maria in sound of music aww ♥

sherlock: “huston, we have a case!” nice one ;)

sherlock: “PIIINK!” panther!

is ‘rache’ really ‘rachel’ tho? ;)

great sherlock took off now john’s all on his own :/

jerk lady: “you’re not his friend. he doesn’t have friends.” he does now ;)

john: “i’m nobody.” no watson you’re... THE LAST SKYWALKER!!!

john and sherlock say ‘taxi!’ the same way awww :)

yo who’s calling john :o

john: “who’s this?” AN AD APPEARED JUST AFTER THAT WHAT TIMING!

is this guy moiarty or mycroft or whoever the villain’s name is in the holmesverse

he’s definitely a villain that voice is so scar!

the lady in the taxi knows john WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE

the car stopping sounds like tardis

the villain guy has a cane too YEP HE’S A BADDIEE!!!i

john: “you could just phone me... on my phone.” lol :D

john said the villain isn’t frightening BOi

villain: “since yesterday, you’ve moved in with him and now you’re solving crimes together. might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?” johnlock shippers be like :D!!!!!

also my watson moved in with holmes three days after they met so things are going super fast for the bbc lads i see! :)

villain: “he does love to be dramatic.” yeah he sure does!

the villain said ‘221′ as the actual number and it sounds weird

villain: “i worry about him constantly” is this sherlock’s bro?

this guy is creepy wtf :(

and he’s using an umbrella as a cane why

the villain and john held hands i bet people ship them

yep this is sherlock’s bro alright they both infodump!

SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS GUY’S NAME????

he says john misses the war and the ‘oh god yes’ makes perfect sense

yo why does john want to see the taxi lady more SHERLOCK IS IN DESPERATE NEED OF FRIENDSHIP PLZ ♥

yo sherlock has a nicotine patch NO SMOKING

sherlock: “breathing is boring”

he’s lying on the couch with his hands in prayer that’s so sherlock

john: “you brought me here to send a text?” the most 21st century question ever

sherlock about john seeing his enemy: “oh which one?” oh boy...

john: “who is he?” sherlock: “the most dangerous man i’ve ever met” AND HIS NAME IS....???????

sherlock in the text: “i must’ve blacked out...” wtf lockie

aww john called the dead lady ‘the pink lady’

sherlock just hopped up on the chair while holding onto it what a lad

i hope bennedict cumberbatch’s voice isn’t that deep and it’s only because of copyright it’s woah :o

john: “did i just text a murderer?” only in the holmesverse!

sherlock: “you could watch the telly...” OMG MY HOLMES CHARACTER SAID THAT EXACT THING!!! you go subconscious! :D

john: “you get off on this (solving cases)” plz don’t say it like that

wowza it’s so dark outside!

sherlock: “who passes unnoticed?” the cabbie!!

op here’s the diner scene from the sarah z’s tjlc vid!

waiter: “on the house for you and your date!” john: “i’m not his date!” johnlock shippers would like to disagree with you watson ;)

john: “you don’t have a girlfriend, then? do you have a boyfriend? which is fine by the way” OH COME ON

sherlock: “i’m married to my work and am flattered by your interest” OH COME ONNNNN

that lip licking john THAT LIP LICKING

oh boy the queerbaiting was strong with that scene

sherlock: “why a taxi?” cuz the cabbie did it boi!

see i remember things from this ep now!

WOAH SHERLOCK ALMOST GOT HIT BY A CAR WTF

sherlock and john going through town to get the cabbie with the street signs is something i easily remember from my first time watching. it’s so cool! :D

the music is great too!

sherlock: “this way! ...no, this way!” lol :D

and he almost gets hit by a car again! fun times with lockie :)

yo is the cabbie american

THAT WASN’T THE CABBIE MURDERER LOOLL!!!!!

sherlock pickpockets lestrade when he’s annoyed lol (that’s something my holmes would so do)

sherlock: “ready?” john: “ready when you are!” ♥

awww they’re laughing against the wall! :) ♥♥♥♥

imma be honest when i first saw that in gifs i thought it was a bed o///o

john forgot his cane and was able to run through london SEE SHERLOCK IS THE LIGHT IN HIS LIFE!!!

sherlock has said ‘shut up’ three times now lol :D

WHY IS EVERYONE AT THE FLAT

oh so rachel is a person! :o

onto part 2!

the first 10 seconds of part 1 are in the beginning how nice! :)

sherlock is ‘everyone’s favorite psychopath’

awww rachel was stillborn :(

of course the lady would think of her daughter! sherlock’s right!!

sherlock: “that was ages ago, why would she still be upset?” even after 14 years people can still be upset of a loved one’s death (just ask paul and addie) :(

mrs. hudson: “they’re making a mess!” oh mrs. hudson and her messes :)

sherlock: “SHUT UP, EVERYBODY, SHUT UP! DON’T MOVE. DON’T SPEAK, DON’T BREATHE!” gretchen from bob’s burgers: “GIVE HIM SOME ROOM!”

he’s so happy because the dead lady’s clever!! :D

smartphones, emails, online, gps... how 21st century!

mrs. hudson called sherlock ‘dear’ awww :)

sherlock: “who passes unnoticed wherever they go?” THE CABBIEEEEEE

CABBIE CABBIE CABBIE CABBIEEEE!!!!!!!

sherlock didn’t order the taxi THE CABBIE WANTS TO MURDER HIM AND THUS THE CABBIE MURDERED THEMMM!!!!!!!

SEE I REMEMBER THINGS FROM THIS EP!!!! :D

in my own holmes story the cabbie isn’t the killer IT HAS EVEN MORE OF AN EPIC TWIST!!! (although the cabbie twist is pretty epic too)

THE CABBIE WANTS TO TALK TO SHERLOCK AND KILL HIM OOHHHHHH

then the pills will come in

sherlock’s phone ring is old-fashioned awww :)

the others have given up but john won’t!

the cabbie has been on sherlock’s website IF ONLY I COULD TOO :(

sherlock knows all the streets of london coolio! :D

the cabbie knows of a ‘nice quiet spot for a murder’ while the villain guy said something of a quiet place hmm....

YO DON’T POINT THAT GUN AT SHERLOCK MR CAB MAN >:(

john’s gonna save sherlock!!! :D

sherlock’s in the pill room isn’t he

i remember this they sit down and sherlock has to choose the right pill

AND IT’S A RISK!

of course sherlock will choose the right one! :D

is sherlock’s ‘mortal enemy’ also the ‘fan’ that the cabbie speaks of?

cabbie: “this is... the move.” ;)

john in the taxi brings up an interesting question, do people in apartments not have cars or is it just a london thing?

they’re talking so much JUS TAKE THE PILLS!!!!

it’s good explanation, but that’s why i got out of sherlock in the first place- it’s goes on for so long in some places!

THEY TOOK THE PILLS!

and the cabbie died, his last word being the name of his beloved (just like the lady writing the name of her own before she died)...

sherlock: “what’s this blanket they keep putting this blanket on me-“ john: “it’s for shock.” sherlock: “i’m not in shock!” lol :D

sherlock: “i’m in shock, look i got a blanket!” double lol :D

wait does john not have his cane?? :o

john: “he wasn’t a very nice man.” yeah he wasn’t!!

awww they’re laughing about the cabbie :)

john: “you can’t giggle at a crime scene” ♥

moiarty is the bro!!!!

YEP HE IS!

♥

this was such an amazing first ep and i loved it even more than when i saw it in 2017! i’ll definitely be watching more (maybe in another livewatch wink wink). i guess you can say i’m now... johnlocked ;)

#livewatch #this was a fun one :)#especially after all these years!

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Kain: You Fought, You Lost

Summary: The Night of Fang and Fire took a toll on everyone, and Kain knew what he was signing up for when he stood (not for the order, never for the order, but those were his friend marching into battle). If he could take it all back then he would in a heartbeat, but it’s too late. The damage is done. He can’t go back. (In the same Universe as Out of My Depth, which is somewhere in my blog under the Legion tag) Words: So many. Too many. This was supposed to be a 500 word drabble. What the hell. Disclaimer: I’m not Julie Kagawa or HarlequinTeen or else I would have a nicer laptop and would be able to afford to buy a new scanner. So anything relating to Talon isn’t mine, I don’t profit, it’s very sad. I’m not a medic either. Don’t trust anything I say. I just have a laptop and determination. A/N: So... I kinda empathize with Kain despite him trying to beat up Garret, because if I were in his situation then I would be doing the exact same thing. And what do I do to characters I empathize with? I make them SUFFER. Sorry Kain. This was written entirely in his perspective so there are some less than nice thoughts towards Garret and Ember, but it’s not focused on that, so don’t worry. Mandatory Begging for comments/reviews: Plz help I live for validation.

He woke up to pain and confusion, red-hot pokers in his eyes and his throat stuffed with cotton seeds. Kain took a sharp breath in and flexed his claws— fingers. He was in his human form, lying on his back on the hard ground, the only comfort being a lumpy pillow and blanket pulled up to his shoulders. What had happened? Why wasn’t he in bed? Why couldn’t he see?

“N— Nadine?” He rasped, a thirst making itself known to him at his words. Where was that human? Maybe she had answers as to what happened, why he was on the ground and why his face hurt and he couldn’t see. What was the last thing he remembered?

Cobalt-Riley had called the underground together. Remy had told him about the St. George soldier that was walking in their midst. Some crazy chick had talked about talking to the genocidal asshats and then Cobalt-Riley threw him into a barn. Nadine had reprimanded him and then sent him off to his room, then Cobalt-Riley gathered them, and then… and then…

St. George. Kain had helped St. George, he had fought and it had been terrifying and the smell of blood was overwhelming and the dragons— they weren’t dragons. They couldn’t be dragons— had attacked them all without any mercy, and by the time Cobalt-Riley had called for a retreat a not-dragon had torn into his eyes and there was blood everywhere and he had to wait for hours before Wesley had been able to see him, and he said that—

“Wes!” Kain’s voice rose to a thready scream and he sat up, only making a headache from the pits of hell radiate everywhere and a pain travel up his flank. He couldn’t see. Everything was so dark, he couldn’t see, he knew that it had been bad, but he still strained his eyes for anything to pick up. There was nothing. He couldn’t see anything.

“Wes!” He screamed a bit louder. The noise hurt, moving hurt, but he tried to sit up anyways and strained his voice. “Please—”

“Kain…” There was a groggy voice and Kain snapped towards it. He knew that voice, but not by name. It was a dragon, though. That helped the panic rising in his chest with every heartbeat that passed in darkness. “You need to keep your voice down or else I’ll drop kick you out of this post office.”

“I—I— Where’s Wes? Or another medic? I need to— owww…” Kain dropped back onto the ground and clutched his head, feeling tight bandages around his eyes. Maybe that was all that was causing the darkness. Maybe if he took them off then he’d be able to see again. He needed to find Wes, he could tell him what had happened.

“He was with Sage last time I checked,” The voice said. Then sighed. “You stay quiet, I’ll go get him. But I swear if you wake up Atlas he will crawl over to your bed and punch you. And then I will. Shut up.”

The was a shuffle and creak of floorboards as the girl left. Kain felt over his face again, the bandages covering his eyes and stitches spanning over his cheek from where a dragon had latched on and tore at his face until it felt more blood than skin. They were like vultures, coming down on him and leaving him defenseless to try and fight them off. He had been relieved when a soldier— St. George, they had killed Isaac, they killed his best friend— had shot the thing off of him. He had been more relieved when Cobalt-Riley had told them to fall back and someone had realized that he couldn’t see through all of the blood.

What if he never saw again?

“Kain.” The thick British accent alerted him to Wes’ presence. “Get something to eat, Mason. Something other than Cheez-its. Bloody hell, Kain… you’ve bled through your bandages.”

“What’s wrong with me? Why can’t… you didn’t…” His hand trembled and Wes let out a long sigh, slowly getting him upright despite how much worse it made the headache. “You couldn’t… You can’t. That—”

“I explained what I was going to do before I put you under, Kain,” Wes muttered. “I tried to save as much of your right eye as possible, but your left—”

“No.”

“It had to come out, Kain. It had completely ruptured, there wasn’t any saving it.”

“No.”

“You’re right eye might still be functional, I did everything—”

“No!”

His eye had been removed. The darkness wasn’t just from the bandages.

He was blind.

**** **** **** ****

Cobalt-Riley decided to move them back to the Order Chapterhouse, a choice that Kain strongly disagreed with. He didn’t want to go back there. He didn’t want to be anywhere near the soldiers that had hunted him like a dog for three years. But Wes agreed. He said that they had better medical equipment, and that could mean the difference between life and death for Nettle and Sage. And the idea of either of them dying was even worse.

“Kain, we’re leaving now. I want to get you there fast, so you’re on on this trip,” Wes’ voice told him. “I’m going to help you up, okay?” A hand took his own and Wes got him on his feet, which made the headache worsen and a feeling of vertigo nearly cause him to fall over. The only thing that kept him upright was Wes’ hands on his shoulders. He slowly led him outside, telling him when to step down. Kain strained his eyes— eye— to see anything through the bandages, but the light didn’t change.

But it could change. He clung to that, Wes had shined a flashlight in his eye and he could definitely see the difference of light or dark. But at the moment, with someone having to guide his every step and him practically clinging to the guidance, if felt like a bitter condolence.

“You’re in the passenger’s seat,” Wes told him. He heard the car door open and a moment later Wes’ hand was on his back to help him into the car. “The moment we get Sage into a room and set things up I’ll ask the St. George medic if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

Kain let out a snort. “They’re going to help us? What type of backwards world did I step into?” There was a slam of the closing door and for a moment he couldn’t hear Wes, which sent a jolt of fear through him. Wes had been the person to tell him where everything was for the past few days, and losing track of him in an unfamiliar area was more scary than he wanted to admit. But less than five seconds letter the driver’s side door opened and Kain’s chest relaxed.

“A world, Kain, where there are two medics and around eighteen major injuries. Most of whom—” The car rumbled to life and Kain jumped, grabbing for his seatbelt until he made contact. “—Are bloody idiots.”

Kain winced. He couldn’t tell if he was referencing Hamsah trying to shit back into human form with a torn wing, Persephone trying to walk and nearly puncturing her lung in the process, or Kain himself trying to stand and find Sage the previous day before subsequently getting lost.

“Try not to fight any soldiers this time,” He said as they started moving. “These guys aren’t as welcoming as our St. George.”

Kain expected a surge of indignance at the way he spoke, or at least anger towards the soldier and his traitor girlfriend. But he felt nothing besides a bit of pain for bringing it up.

He hadn’t felt this way since Isaac died.

He nodded and rested his cheek on his hand, staring at where he knew the window was. He could imagine the desert passing around them, the sandy brown and cacti and tumbleweed that he had seen on his flight. Maybe if he focused enough on imagining, he’d be able to ignore that he wasn’t actually seeing a thing.

**** **** **** ****

He was sharing a room with and Jasper, Persephone, and Hamsah. He knew that it was because of wound intensity so Wes and Riley would be closer to the people who were less stable, but it still felt awkward and he couldn’t help but wish that he was in a room with Mason or Sage. Of course, Sage was unconscious, ribcage and spine broken apart, in the high risk room with Nettle. Mason was in the least risk room.

During the first night, Kain continued to strain his eyes to see anything. He was too afraid to move from his cot in case he got lost in the dark so close to St. George, but staying still felt even worse. In the end he stood and stumbled across the room, bracing his hands against the cold wall and shuffling until he found the door. He just needed to get out of the room. No further. He wouldn’t get lost if he was just outside his room.

The air was cool on the exposed part of his face and provided some relief for the bandages around his head. He closed the door and sank to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. He hated the human body he was confined to, cold and weak and damaged, but if he shifted… that would be bad. For numerous reasons. He was in a St. George chapterhouse. He’d destroy a perfectly comfortable hoodie. He’d tear his stitches and just cause more damage to his face.

He’d still be blind.

Kain growled at himself and rubbed at the bandages, a movement that quickly turned to scratching and then tearing. They came off and the desert air hit him, cool and dry around his irritated eyes.

It was still so dark.

Kain rubbed at his eyelid, feeling something warm and damp come off his fingers. Wes had only taken his bandages off once to flush out his eyes and check for infection, but then he had been dousing them with water so he couldn’t have seen, even if he had still had his eyes. But now there was no denying it. He couldn’t see. He’d never he able to see again.

Kain started to shake, tremors travelling from his hands to his chest until he was a shaking ball curled against the door. He was blind. There was nothing he could do about it. And suddenly the hallway was an endless labyrinth that he couldn’t navigate and the world felt too large to survive in. He didn’t even know if he could make it back to his cot by himself.

“Kain?” A voice to his right made Kain’s head shoot up. “Bloody hell, Kain…” He heard a shuffle and then Wes’ feet walking towards him. Kain curled up further and tried to stop the tremors wracking his body. “Come on. I have a first aid kit in Riley’s room, we can patch this up.”

“Fuck off, Higgins,” Kain tried to growl. It came out a whimper. He heard Wes sit down next to him and considered hitting him until he realized that then he’d be even more alone. Wes had been doing his best to keep them all grounded. But he was the one that took his eye. But there hadn’t been any saving it. His thoughts were just making him shake harder until his teeth were chattering from the movement.

“Do you need me to get Riley?” Wes asked softly. Kain shook his head. “Alright. Need me to leave?”

At that Kain grabbed for Wes’ arm. He couldn’t be left alone, the hallway was too big and he was too small and everything hurt and he needed someone to make the world seem a little more manageable. It didn’t matter if it was Mason or Wes or Nadine or even that crazy dragonell who dragged them all into this. He couldn’t be alone.

Wes sighed beside him and Kain clenched his fists, fearing for a moment that he’d be left alone. A tentative hand landed on his shoulder, grounding him where he sat. And the world felt smaller, somehow.

“Before you go back to bed I need to redo your bandages,” He whispered. Kain nodded and bit his lip to stop the chattering.

“I— I rubbed at my eyes. I know I’m not supposed to,” He whispered.

“Bloody twat.”

Kain shivered and drew his legs closer to his chest. And Wes snorted. A second later he felt either a jacket or a blanket being thrown over his shoulders. It didn’t help much, but it was something to clench in his hands. There was a liquid dripping down his face and he tried to wipe it away before Wes grabbed his wrist. Kain growled.

“The more you touch your face the more I’m going to have to watch out for infection. Don’t do that,” He said. Kain pulled his wrist out of the his grasp and Wes sighed again. “Look, Kain. I’ve never been good with emotions, it’s not my job. But obviously… you need someone who is. And I can try my best if you need me to.”

Kain shook his head, lying blatantly. But Wes didn’t press him to speak or leave. He just sat next to him, offering a silent promise that he wasn’t completely alone. And before he could stop it, his mouth opened up and started to talk on its own accord.

“It’s so dark,” He whispered. “I can’t stand the thought of living like this forever, I felt like if I took the bandages off, then it would be okay again, that I’d be able to see, and— and—” He shuddered. “I can’t.”

There was silence from Wes, whose hand had returned to his shoulder and was rubbing it softly.

“I am sorry,” He finally said. “We— Riley and I should not have let you fight. But we did, and now you’re the one that has to pay the price.” He said. “But you’re strong, Kain. You’ve lived through… a lot. Enough that this isn’t going to trip you up forever.”

“You suck at this.”

“Well, it’s not my job,” Wes said. “But my point is that you can adjust. And you will… and Riley and I will be there to help while you’re at it.” Kain nodded. It didn’t help much. He couldn’t see, he wasn’t going to get better, and that fact still weighed heavily in his mind. But Wes was right. He would adjust. He always did, and this time he had people to help him.

It wasn’t much, but it was something. And he would take anything.

“I need to fix up your eyes before they get infected. You need help up?” He asked. Kain stood and leaned against the wall until the swimming in his head left him and let Wes take his forearm, leading him to a room that was a light grey rather than black. He tried to focus to see any shadows, a vague shape of the room, but there was nothing beyond the solid color.

Wes stayed right beside him the entire time, talking in a low voice. The sound told Kain exactly where he was.

It was something.

#The Talon Saga #The Talon Series #Julie Kagawa #Wesley Higgins #Kain #Inferno placeholder tag #Talon-Trash #sorry guys #I know that I shouldn't feel empathy for Kain #but I do #so I make him suffer #at least Wes is trying tho #right?

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