#where the heroine is taller than the hero before they can write their

[biscuitquasar]

Honestly this description is so wild to me. The first line is laughably melodramatic but also standard romance fare. Definitely not good, a little too vague and cliche to be really gripping, but I suppose it could have been worse. The next two paragraphs have nothing to do with the first line but set up a potentially interesting story about a young woman in an athletic career struggling with self worth, family trauma, and the limitations of her body but then it immediately goes back to sounding like every single romance written by a r*ylo in the past couple years complete height difference kink, weird descriptions ("tank-shaped"? "forced to look at that handsome beard"?), and a protag whose primary emotion is stupid levels of horny. Like, girl you just have to keep it in your pants for a month and a half the universe is not playing a cruel joke on you, you clearly have much worse stuff going on than not being able to immediately fuck this particular guy

#i know i shouldn't kinkshame the height different girlies but it is just so annoying to me #I'm gonna make it so that all trad pubbed romance authors have to publish a novel #where the heroine is taller than the hero before they can write their #self insert fucking ad*m dr*ver #actually i change my mind the indie authors have to do it too #if ur selling it for money you have to pass my trial

[yannowhatigiveup]

T.W.A.A: The Eccedentesiast

This is a one shot I started last night and I finished it at around 2 am because I’m an insomniac. Sadly this isn’t the 10k+ word one shot I was talking about (I’m still writing it aaa) but this one is around 4-5k words long so I hope you enjoy. This is rushed, badly written, badly plotted and badly named.

TW: Dark topics such as sexual assault and suicide is mentioned in this piece of writing.

Paris, the City of Love, what a big misconception that was. If anything, Paris should've been labeled as the City of Misery considering the fact it was haunted by a villain who preyed on negative emotions. No one outside of Paris knew though, they were oblivious to the fact hundreds, thousands even millions had died in the city home to the Eiffel Tower, only to be resurrected and tormented with the memories of their death. It was worse for Marinette though, she had watched all the citizens, her beloved citizens, die before her eyes and she was powerless to help them. Their screams of anguish and cries of pain forever ghosted her nightmares. It wasn't just their blood that she drowned in, she was bullied, abused and betrayed in her civilian form by those she trusted the most.

Her classmates. She thought she could trust them but they left her for someone shinier and newer. They all hurt her, destroyed her hard work, verbally and physically bullied her. Nino and Kim, her childhood friends had turned their backs on her too, even joining the others in causing her physical and emotional pain. Alya, her best friend, had become her main abuser. The reporter stabbed the poor bluenette in the back, figuratively. Lila was the one who did it literally. Lila, the sound of the name itself made Marinette sick, after all, the brunette was the one who did this to her. She made her friends turn their backs on her, she made them abuse her and she only watched with fake crocodile tears and a smug smile when no one was looking. And Adrien, he was the worst of all. When Marinette was younger, Adrien was the embodiment of perfection. But now? All she could see was a spineless coward and a predator.

As Chat Noir, he wouldn't participate in the battles, only flirting with her hero persona. He would whine like a toddler when she rejected his advancements. Even when he did join in the battles, he was useless, ignoring anything that Ladybug would tell him and go straight for the kill which never worked. Chat Noir was incompetent and a sexual harasser. As Adrien, however, he was much more. Just two days ago, he had tried to sexually assault the young bluenette. The blonde had underestimated the girl and she managed to get away but nothing could erase her memory of the event.

The ultimatum Lila had delivered to Marinette when she thirteen seemed over-dramatic and seemingly impossible at the time. Yet three years later, she was at the point of no return. Her classmates, her friends, her teachers, the boy she once loved, her partner, her parents. They all left her. Mayor Bourgeois, fearing for his daughter's safety, had sent Chloe to New York with her mother. Luka was on tour with his father so they could build a better relationship. Kagami had a family affair back in Japan that would last for at least a month. She was truly alone. Her parents had fallen victim to Lila's lies and Marinette overheard them discussing about kicking her out. The only one by her side throughout the whole ordeal was Tikki, her beloved kwami. Even Master Fu had to leave her.

Marinette felt shut out by the rest of the world. Sure, Paris adored Ladybug but it felt different. She was fighting battles alone, she stood as the last survivor, the last protector of Paris. She took that title in stride, or that's what the Parisians thought. In reality, she was hiding behind a mask.

The bluenette had suffered endlessly for years, she was ready to break that cycle of torture. Yesterday, she came to the solid conclusion of who Hawkmoth was, who is accomplices were and what his motive was. Gabriel Agreste was the man behind Paris' torment, Nathalie Sancœr was one of his accomplices and so was Lila Rossi. For his motive, he wanted to bring his wife back. Marinette understood the pain he was in but she wouldn't go to such extreme lengths as he did. Many years ago, Marinette made a friend, one of her very best friends who she fell for. But she never told anyone who he was, where he came from or even the fact that she met someone. The reason behind this was the fact she witnessed his murder. That death, of all she witnessed, was the most heartbreaking. Even when all these years have passed, she never truly got over his death. His green eyes always lingered her mind.

The bluenette let out an anguished sigh, she was on the Eiffel Tower, admiring the city's skyline despite all its obvious flaws under close inspection. Though Marinette had drastically mentally changed, she would always put on the same mask, she would always portray herself as a regular school girl. This was the one time she felt a little peace in her chaotic excuse for a life. Her blue eyes stared off into the distance, focusing on nothing in particular when she heard footsteps coming from behind. In her peripheral vision, Marinette could see the figure of Gabriel Agreste slowly approaching. Not wanting anything to happen, she made her knowledge of her appearance known.

"I never expected to see you somewhere so public, Monsieur Agreste" Her voice remained neutral. Gabriel didn't flinch meaning that he had expected her to sense his arrival, it made the young girl slightly unnerved but she refused to show it.

"The Eiffel Tower holds the greatest inspiration, as a designer yourself I'm sure you are aware" Marinette was used to his cold voice by now, she kept her guard up reminding herself that this was Hawkmoth was standing a few feet away.

She hummed, putting the two miraculous users in a deathly silence, until she decided to break it. "You know, you could've just asked" The older man raised an eyebrow in confusion but Marinette never looked in his direction, "It would've saved a lot of bloodshed"

Gabriel managed to catch up with what she was saying. "Are you implying that I am Hawkmoth?" He didn't sound offended or defensive, merely curious.

"I'm not implying anything" She replied curtly, then turning to face him. "I am merely stating a fact"

The miraculous user turned away from her, focusing his gaze on the city's skyline once more. "What are you going to do with this knowledge?"

The question confused Marinette, surely he would've attacked her or try to get her to remain silent?

He must've noticed her confusion. "Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't say anything"

Marinette turned her full body towards the taller man, she was going to end Hawkmoth's reign as quickly as she could. "I can heal her"

"What?"

"I can heal her" The bluenette repeated. "Emilie"

Gabriel also turned to face her, his usual cold scowl was replaced with a staggered expression. "Y-you can? Even after all I've done as Hawkmoth?"

Her head twisted back to portrait that was Paris. "To end it all, yes I will"

"Then please, follow me and I promise I will give you my miraculous as well as Mayura's. Just, heal my wife please" His tone changed from intrigued to pleading, Marinette could see that he meant every word.

"Oh don't worry... I will"

~~~

"I did it!" Tim's voice echoed in the Batcave.

"Did what replacement?"

"I found Hawkmoth's identity!"

Around three months ago, Wonder Woman had noticed Green Lantern trying to delete a video. She stopped him before he successfully did the task and watched the video herself, calling a meeting to express her anger about the situation. Most were shaken since they had never seen the Amazonian this livid before. She briefly explained how her mother was once a miraculous user and how powerful these magical jewelry could be. Aqua Man also shared his concerns, revealing that the fall of Atlantis was due to the miraculous. They knew the logical decision was to work on this from outside of Paris, the villain preyed on negative emotions and they had been ignoring the Parisians' calls for help for four years. Their sudden appearance would definitely trigger the heroes. So in the last month, they had gathered files of nearly every person in Paris as well as all the necessary information about every akuma attack. It was tiring for the Bats but they trudged through it anyway.

Damian had taken a special interest in the spotted-heroine specifically, without the knowledge of any of his family members. She appeared similar to a female friend he had made quite some time ago, the one who had witnessed an assassination attempt on him. He saddened him to no end knowing that the friend he loved thought he was dead. The green-eyed boy became one hundred percent convinced that this hero was his friend.

One day, Dick had caught him in the Batcave observing a recently taken image of the Ladybug heroine. His older brother thought that Damian was crushing on the lady and began to tease him as others entered the cave.

"Tt, that's not true" the green-eyed boy retaliated.

"If you don't have a crush on Ladybug then why are you staring at an image of her?" Dick added more information necessary so that his younger brothers could join in on teasing his youngest brother.

The Robin vigilante sighed and brought everyone's attention to the screen. "See that?"

"All I see is this little lady Demon Spawn" Jason's smirk was quickly gone when he noticed Damian's serious expression.

"She's alone" he stated simply and before anyone could get a word in, her explained further. "There is usually a team with her"

Everyone seemed to lean closer to the screen.

"She's fighting alone. Her 'partner' doesn't participate in the battles anymore, he stays on the sidelines, observing" He let the others catch up to what he was saying. "The attacks have been lasting a lot longer than usual, Ladybug leads a super hero team correct? Then why is she fighting alone this time."

"They could have all been killed... We have to go to Paris to help the poor girl" Dick turned to Bruce. "Who knows how much longer she'll last alone fighting a psycho butterfly man!"

Bruce's fatherly instincts were screaming at him from merely looking at the photo. "I'll announce to the League that we'll be joining the fight in Paris"

~~~

Gabriel lead Marinette to his office, Nathalie wearily watching. Just as he was about to open the double doors, his assistant collapsed in uncontrollable coughing. Marinette was much faster than the older man so she got to the woman first. The bluenette carefully put Nathalie down on one of the chairs available while putting her hand on where she thought the assistant would where the peacock brooch. The blue-eyed girl could sense the broken miraculous' energy trapped in the woman so she did the only reasonable thing she could at that moment, she extracted the corrupted magic, healing Nathalie almost instantly. Marinette ignored Gabriel's relieved expression and gestured for him to lead her to Emilie.

"When this is over, I wish to have a restraining order against your son"

"May I ask why?"

"..."

"...I understand, I'll make sure to tell Nathalie"

The older man stopped before a painting of his wife, his fingers reached for the painted shapes and pressed on them, revealing an elevator to which he went down in. Following his motion, Marinette placed her hand on the painting and allowed herself to descend down the mansion. It lead her to a repository with a catwalk which lead to a circular platform covered in luscious greenery. In the middle on the platform was a class-covered cryogenic pod which the sleeping body of Emilie Agreste lay. The bluenette carefully made her way to the glass casket, placing her hand on the transparent material when she finally reached her destination. Focusing all her energy, a red light erupted from her finger tips and it soaked into Emilie's skin. Gabriel opened the pod, carefully watching his wife as Marinette took a step back. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open.

"G-Gabriel, what happened?"

The man didn't reply, he simply hugged the woman of his dreams before turning the the young girl.

"I... Thank you Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, I can give you the miraculous now if-"

"Ladybug will be at the Eiffel Tower soon, I suggest you give the miraculous to her then"

Gabriel nodded and thanked the girl once more as she left. Before she reached the lift that would lead her back up to Gabriel's office, Marinette turned to face the newly reunited couple.

"Enjoy the happiness in your life, Monsieur Agreste, you never know when it may end"

She then turned to leave, not wanting to here what her former idol had to say. When she reached the main floor of the Agreste Mansion, Marinette was greeted by Nathalie. The bluenette acknowledged the assistant with a nod, meaning that Emilie was awake. The assistant let out a sigh of relief and rushed to Adrien's room, not wanting to be around the blonde boy, Marinette promptly left. Once out of the premises of the mansion, she transformed and waited for Gabriel to return the miraculous. What she didn't realise was that the Justice League would also be coming to pay her a visit.

It felt like an eternity, waiting for the miraculous to be handed back to her but the bluenette was patient. She waited four years for this moment, but she had to share the moment alone. It was bittersweet. Soon enough Gabriel arivied, hastily giving Ladybug both the brooches with apologetic eyes and leaving without a word. The spotted heroine presumed that he wanted to get back to his wife and son, she couldn't blame him. Ladybug reached for her yo-yo teary-eyed, she was going to put both miraculous in her weapon before returning them in the miracle box but she stopped when she heard multiple figures approaching where she was standing.

~~~

Batman and his sons were the ones to go to Paris and alert Ladybug of their findings. The five men found themselves in front of the Eiffel Tower, Tim found out that was were the heroes would return to after their patrol.

"We must tell Ladybug right away" Batman pulled out his grappling hook and flung himself to one of the higher levels, all but Robin followed suit.

The vigilante had a feeling to remain on a lower level. He wanted to be reunited with his long lost friend but he couldn't find the words. Simply, he used his grappling hook to bring him onto one of the beams, low enough so he couldn't be seen but high enough to hear any conversation.

"Greetings, Ladybug" His father's voice echoed through the quiet building.

"Monsieur Batman? Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice sounded almost exactly as he remembered, of course it sounded deeper and more matured but it had a more desolated edge to it.

~~~

"We apologize for not intervening earlier but we didn't know how well we needed to control our emotions" Red Hood watched as Nightwing brushed a hand through his hair nervously.

"But we can help now!" Red Robin's excited voice came out of nowhere, Ladybug looked at the vigilante in surprise. "We found out Hawkmoth's identity so we can finish this once and-"

Ladybug put a single hand up, a small smile on her face, silencing Red Robin's rambling. "That's very considerate of you, all of you" Her gaze landed on each vigilante one at a time. "But I... have things sorted" She pulled out two brooches from behind her back to show the men before putting the miraculous in her yo-yo. "I appreciate all you've done, truly I do. But can I ask one for one more favor?"

"Of course, what is it?" Nightwing asked, clearly wanting the spotted heroine to be gleeful once more.

"Could you... help the other heroes to help the Parisians to heal?"

"It's the least we can do" Batman replied. "Will you be there too?"

"I'm afraid not" Ladybug turned around and leaned forward on the banister. "You know how Hawkmoth prays on negative emotions, so I've had to deal with my emotions in an unhealthy manor but now... Hawkmoth is no more. I can be free"

"Wh-"

"Thank you, truly" Ladybug jumped up on to railing, facing the group of vigilantes. Her sad smile faded as she stared at the floor.

They didn't even get a chance to process what was happening before it did. A bright light surrounded the young hero and they were forced to close their eyes. As the light died down, Red Hood saw a small bluenette. She looked so weak, so pretty, so... fragile. It hurt the vigilante's heart seeing someone like this being the sole protector of Paris with no one by her side.

"Hey little lady-"

"I'm sorry Tikki"

The girl looked at all the vigilantes slowly, mouthing a 'thank you' before letting herself lean backwards.

Gravity took the Parisian heroine and she fell.

A small creature holding something shiny stared in horror as its owner fell."MARINETTE!" The small creature's anguished scream seemed to bring the vigilantes back to reality.

~~~

"MARINETTE!"

Robin's head shot up, that name was all too familiar. Suddenly, he took note of a figure falling fast from above, her raven hair flowing in the wind. Without giving a second thought, he bounded down the ledge he was on, landing on one of the platforms and had his arms out ready to catch the fallen angel. The bluenette was close enough for Robin to grab her and he pulled her in so that her feet landed on the platform, her body still looming over the edge of the building. His brother and father landed not far from him, bounding over to help the bluenette but Robin took no notice of their presence.

"Why didn't you just let me f...all" The girl's voice trailed off as her eyes widened in recognition, the air in her lungs escaped from her lips. "...d-Damian?"

The two friends took no notice at how the vigilantes behind Robin stiffened. Her eyes developed a watery sheen as the situation began to really hit her. Tears threatened to spill as her lip quivered. Robin pulled her away from the ledge and she jumped into his arms, she was heavily touch-starved. Much to his family's surprise, he didn't push her away. In fact, he hugged her back. They heard what she said next.

"I... I thought you were dead, Dami"

"...why? What made you do this, Malaki?"

They didn't hear what she said next as her mumbling was muffled in Robin's chest. Nightwing walked up to the two first, kneeling down to be eye level with the girl.

"Hey Sunshine... we don't know what you've been through but we're willing to help you though it okay?" The girl looked at his sincere gaze, her eyes were so round with innocence, Nightwing thought he would melt.

"I... thank you, I'm sorry for worrying you when I... jumped" No one failed to notice when Robin ran his fingers through the bluenette's hair.

"Don't apologize Little Lady" Red Hood walked over to where Nightwing was kneeling, sitting next to his older brother. "Hawkbitch forced you to bottle up your emotions, you were just strong for too long."

Marinette looked between the two men, a grateful smile on her face while she wiped the tears of pure happiness running down her cheeks. "Thank you, I- this... this is the nicest I've been treated recently"

"If you don't mind me asking," Batman walked over and Marinette felt slightly intimidated you his presence as well as his tone. The dark knight must have noticed this since he cleared his throat and began talking in a softer manner. "What happened to cause you to go to such extremes? You're obligated to not having to talk about it right away if the subject makes you uncomfortable"

"Well I guess I do have to talk about it eventually..."

Recognising the bluenette's discomfort, Red Robin stepped in. In his palm was the shaken kwami who flew straight for Marinette once the vigilante got close enough. "Since you know Robin's identity, and we already sorta know yours, it's only fair if we tell you who we are, right?" He looked at his two older brothers and then at his adoptive father. "My name's Tim Drake nice to meet you"

Marinette was about to take his offered hand when the vigilante she presumed was Red Hood took it instead, "Jason Todd, Robin's most charming and handsome brother" She giggled at Damian's obvious annoyance.

"Well I'm Richard Grayson, Robin's favourite brother, but you can call me Dick" The vigilante in the suit who comforted her first, introduced himself.

"It's nice to meet all of you"

Batman soon came over as well to aquatint with the young heroine, offering out his hand for a handshake. "Bruce Wayne"

She returned the hand shake and brightly smiled, it blinded nearly all those near. "Thank you, Mr Wayne. Wait..." she turned to face Damian, one of her eyebrows raised. "Wayne?"

"I may have failed to mention that part" To Robin's surprise, Marinette started giggling so he huffed in taken offense.

"Sorry it's just- a girl in my class as been boasting about dating you and about the Wayne Family seeing her as their 'honorary member'. I knew she was lying I just didn't know that I would bump into the people she was lying about"

Bruce hummed. "We'll have to do something about this girl you're talking about. In the meantime, why don't you come back to the hotel with us? You and Damian can catch up" The older man saw the hesitation in her eyes but he also saw the willingness that shine through the most. "If you're living in a bad environment then you do have to escape" His sons nodded along.

"I'll come, can I bring some overnight clothes? It's been a long day..."

"Of course, you go get your belongings and you can meet us at the Grand Paris Hotel"

"I... thank you again" She transformed and headed in the direction of her house, leaving Robin at the mercy of his brothers.

"You like her, Brat" Red Robin spoke up first.

Nightwing pretended to wipe his tears. "Baby Bird's all grown up now"

"That means you can't adopt the little Pixie, don't think I haven't seen the adoption papers"

~~~

When Marinette destransformed on her balcony rooftop, she quickly went inside, packed some clothes as well as some essentials. When she was satisfied with her belongings, she gave a macaron to Tikki before heading downstairs where she was met with two disappointed looking parents.

"Is something wrong?"

"We've decided," Tom began. "We're kicking you out for what you've done to your lovely classmate, Lila"

"We don't recognise the person you've become, Marinette. You are not the daughter we raised" Sabine added

"May I pack my things in the morning?" Marinette inquired, her eyes void of emotion. When her parents nodded, she left the bakery and down to the hotel where Damian was waiting in the lobby. As she approached, he took her bag and intertwined their hands together. She blushed at the contact but leaned into his embrace.

When she entered the hotel room she was greeted by the vigilantes who were now changed and unmasked. The bluenette was welcomed with open arms, she felt the warmth in her heart for the first time since Lila's Tyranny. She briefly explained Lila's lies, what she had done to Marinette and how the bluenette was able to protect Paris. She would've carried on longer if it weren't for the hotel phone ringing. It was the receptionist, saying that someone had asked to see Marinette. Confused, she went down with Damian, Jason followed closely behind since he had grown quite attached to the little fairy. Waiting at the front desk as a woman, Damian and Jason recognised her instantly as Mayura. Damian tried to step in front of his friend but she completely ignored their futile attempts to keep her in reach.

"Ah, Hello Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng"

"Hello Nathalie, we're you the one who asked for me?"

"Yes, I just need to clarify a few things"

"Go ahead"

"You're request for the restraining order has been fulfilled" the bluenette nodded, waiting for Gabriel's assistant to continue. "May I ask what did he do to make you request for it?"

The two notices how Marinette stiffened. She contemplated before sighing. "Attempted sexual assault. If you look at the camera footage outside of the Louvre from two days ago, seven pm onwards, you'll see your evidence." Marinette turned away from Nathalie and walked back to Damian who, once in range, pulled her in for a hug.

"I'll never let him near you again, Angel"

~~~

The next day, Bruce had shown up with Marinette at her parents' bakery. Upon hearing about the young bluenette being kicked out, he had asked for her permission for him to be her Guardian until she was old enough to live in her own. Marinette accepted his offer. When they had entered the building, her parents had greeted their customers kindly before recognising Marinette. Bruce turned to the young girl next to him and smiled.

"You go pack your things I'll deal with this" She smiled and bounded upstairs, leaving Bruce to talk with the bakery's owners.

"Hello Sir, how may we help you?" Sabine began, wanting to know who this man was.

"I've come to gain guardianship of your daughter, Marinette Dupain-Cheng"

"Why should we give you guardianship?" Tom asked.

"I'm sure you know the liability for child neglect, Mr Dupain" With his words, both adults seemed to turn white. "I will file the necessary and submit it with the court, I'm sure you'll be willing to give your approval"

Both Marinette and the mystery man left, true they were glad that their mistake of a daughter had gone but they wondered who she had gone with.

~~~

Later that afternoon was a charity event which the Waynes were supposed to attend as they were invited by the mayor himself, the plus side was that the Akuma class would also be attending and they had no clue the Wayne Family would be there.

"...And finally I'd like to thank the Wayne Family for joining us this evening" Mayor Bourgeois finished his speech and all heads turned to the table the Waynes and Marinette were sitting on. As his speech was over, a teenage girl with glass and a very pale brunette came over to the table.

"Hello Mr Wayne, My name's Alya and I'm your honorary daughter's best friend and I was hoping-"

"Marinette" Bruce began, cutting off the aspiring reporter. The Alya girl only then seemed to notice that the bluenette was sitting at the table. "Is this girl you're friend?"

The bluenette took one hard look at Alya before shaking her head, "No"

"Marislut what th-"

"It would be appreciated if you did not talk about my honorary daughter and future daughter-in-law on that manner" Both Damian and Marinette turned red, one much more than the other. "In fact we should be leaving" Bruce and the rest of the family got up. "Miss Rossi, I will not tolerate your lies. You will receive a lawsuit for defamation and slander. Have a good evening" They left, leaving a reporter, a liar and a class speechless.

When they reached the hotel room they finished packing up, they would be leaving that night. Marinette made a few phone calls, telling her friends that she would be moving to Gotham. They had their belongs taken to the limo downstairs and had a few snacks before making their way down. In the lobby were many different people around the bluenette's age, she recognised them as her classmates and continued walking beside Damian until Alex came over.

"Marinette... we're sorry. We understand that you probably won't forgive apps but we wrote you letters anyway" the skater girl gave Marinette a pile of enveloped letters, ones she put in her bag straight away.

"Thank you for your apologies but I don't think I can forgive you just yet, goodbye Alix" the bluenette got in the limo and let out a breath she knew she was holding.

Her eyes glanced out the tinted window, she smiled knowing that she was leaving Paris for a better life. A better life with a friends, a better life with a new family. A better life with Damian.

~Bonus~

The harsh blizzard outside was definitely being felt from inside the manor, leaving a cold and tired Marinette on the couch. Damian, noticing his girlfriend's state, went to grab a blanket to cover both Marinette and himself. She snuggled into the green-eyed boy, taking all the warmth she could get, and slowly she drifted off to sleep. Damian too felt drowsy so soon followed his girlfriend into dreamland.

Jason came in a few moments later to find the sleeping couple, he was then reminded by how tired he was so he went on the couch and leaned his back against his youngest brother, himself too falling victim to slumber.

The next person to walk in was Dick, he had just finished training so he was exhausted. But he couldn't help to coo when he came across the scene in front of him. The eldest son then got on the sofa and carefully leaned against Marinette, similar to what Jason had done with Damian. It didn't take long for him to join them in dozing off.

Tim arrived with a big cup of freshly made coffee, one which he was about to drink until he noticed his siblings all curled up on the couch sleeping. The co-CEO went back to the kitchen, left his cup of coffee then went to grab a blanket to join his family. Wrapping himself in a blanket burrito, Tim placed himself on the floor pressed up against sofa.

When Bruce returned home safely, he went to the main living room to see his children, and his future in-law who was basically his own by now, sleeping soundly with the TV still running. Reaching for the remote, he turned the television off and grabbed his phone to take a picture. He planned on printing it out and having it framed in his study. Bruce sat on one of the armchairs, taking a book to read. If there was peace in the house, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

#daminette #maribat #maridami #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #damianette #mlb x dc #ml x dc #This is so bad I hate it and it started out good as well aaaaaaaa

[soulmate-game]

Well that happened.

B!dbwm 2020

Day 6: Meeting the Justice League

Marinette paced in her bedroom in Wayne Manor, running her hands through her hair as Damian laid on her bed and played animal crossing while completely ignoring her freakout. 

“Dami, how did I get myself into this mess?!” she asked, frantically pulling at her pigtails. Her brother snorted, rolling his eyes unsympathetically. 

“You never use your brain until after you’ve already made important decisions,” he responded ruthlessly. “All of your mental capacity goes towards planning out completely inane things like birthday parties and actually caring about what our even more idiotic class thinks about you, so when you actually need it you don’t have any intelligence left to spare.” 

Marinette turned her eyes on him, the blue lightening to an icy color in her panicked annoyance as she glared at him. “Gee, thanks. I can always trust my darling brother to have my back,” she said sarcastically, to which Damian only smirked. 

“When it matters? Of course. But in this case, watching the fallout will be entertaining and not at all dangerous to your physical safety.” 

Damian and Marinette had been sent to live in Paris a few years back, about a year after Damian had come back to life. Marinette had been far too attached to the twin she had thought she had lost for good, and had nearly driven him crazy with how overprotective she had gotten. Right alongside that, Damian had started to become even more stifled by Bruce’s own protectiveness and distrust of him, so he quit being Robin and they were sent to PAris to try and “recover” from their “trauma” somewhere “safe and peaceful, under the jurisdiction of the JLE.” 

Yeah, that was a great idea. Up until they found out the hard way that the JLE had up and abandoned the Paris headquarters and taken up unofficial residence in England somewhere. And then Hawkmoth showed up. And of course, of fucking course, an old chinese man from the pacifistic organization that acted as a direct foil to the League where they grew up somehow decided that they, out of everyone in Paris, were the best people he could find to wield the power of tiny gods to save the city. 

Sure, he was right, but Damian chewed him a new asshole as soon they met for trusting complete unvetted strangers with the gods of creation and destruction. 

And now Marinette had finally managed to leak to Tim, who then spread the calculated slip of information to Bruce, that Paris had had a supervillain for the past few years and the JLE had been neglecting their jobs. Which turned into Batman setting up a meeting with Ladybug and Chat Noir (Damian had tried to tell everyone his name was Chance Noir, Dark Luck, NOT ‘chat noir,’ since the last thing he needed was to be associated with Selina in any way. Nobody listened, and now he was stuck with being called Chat Noir). They had a lovely discussion about all the shit Hawkmoth did, their lack of resources, and the lack of assistance/straight up refusal to believe their word that came from the JLE. 

Which led to Batman inviting Ladybug to meet the Justice League to debrief on the Paris situation. Damian had been invited as Chat Noir, but had taken the smart path and opted out. Now Marinette had to not only go to the Justice League as Ladybug, but also as Batman's daughter Hummingbird, who was being brought in for consultation along with Damian as Robin. 

“I’m gonna die again,” Marinette continued her catastrophizing, Tikki and Plagg sharing a glance at once another from their spot on her writing desk. “I’m gonna die of total embarrassment. Don’t bother resurrecting me Dami, I’m just gonna die all over again once Dad finds out who we are and kills me.” 

Damian snorted. “Hah. Father killing anything, good one,” he snarked back blandly. “You’ll be fine. Remember, you’re the planner and I’m the one with actual skill. You have the strangest ability when it comes to getting out of situations like these by the skin of your teeth,” Damian grinned at something on the screen of his Switch before continuing. “You’ll be fine. And if you sell me out, I’ll bury you myself.” 

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him. Neither of them wanted their dad to find out that they were LAdybug and Chat noir, especially since they had already explained to him the basics of the source of their powers. They were both certain that Bruce would completely ignore how well they had been handling the situation on their own for almost five years and jump straight to the “my murderous children should not be left with the powers of destruction and creation at their fingertips,” line of thought. Bruce had never trusted them alone before, why now? 

“At least help me, shaqiq?” Marinette asked, walking over and plopping onto the ground next to her bed, so she could look straight into her twin’s bright green eyes. At first, he refused to even look at her, completely unmoved. Marinette hummed mischievously, a habit that was the source of her Gotham codename. “If I go down, I’m taking you with me.” 

Damian finally huffed, scowling. “Fine.” 

He knew better than to doubt her. Marinette always got her way when she decided she was wronged and needed to even the score for something. Always. 

—* — * — * — * — *

Hummingbird. The smallest Bat, by far, and the fastest when it came to natural speed. Hard to spot, with the sole giveaway that a short playful hum could be heard if she thought she had her prey cornered. She was hardly ever wrong. 

She had also been temporarily retired as she and Robin moved to some undisclosed location to get away from the vigilante life for a while. Or so Batman said. And for the most part, aside from the occasional League gathering here or glimpse that they got of the two’s civilian personas if someone visited the manor while they were there, Robin and Hummingbird stayed retired. Heroes who knew them wondered if Robin had finally given up and settled down somehow, if he was even capable of it. And they all speculated that Hummingbird was so scarred from Robin’s death that she wouldn't ever be able to leave his side again, retired or not. 

 Seeing Hummingbird in her navy blue and black uniform, almost identical to her brother’s but for the thick navy blue scarf that covered her neck and lower face, everyone in the Justice League who knew her thought they were right. She stood there, older and only a little taller, never leaving Robin’s side as they traded secretive glances and hand signals only they understood. They didn’t make any attempt to stray from one another’s side. 

But Jon Kent, superboy and Damian’s oldest friend, was of a different mind. He had been by Marinette’s side after Damian died, and by both of theirs when he was brought back. This was not the same terrified dependence he had seen back then. His eyes narrowed. 

The twins were scheming, and nobody else would notice until it was too late. 

Quicker than they could blink, he was by their side with his trademark smile. “Hey guys! Long time no see!” 

They gave the half-kryptonian identical deadpan expressions, sighing in tandem. “You facetimed us last night. And you flew to Paris to visit us last week,” Damian pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “Despite us expressly telling you not to.” 

Jon shrugged. “If I listened to everything you two said all the time, we’d never have any fun. So, excited to meet this Ladybug girl? Dad says that your dad won’t tell him anything about her until she shows up.” 

Hummingbird and Robin traded looks before Marinette answered. “Not really. We see Ladybug in action in Paris all the time—”

“She even saved Marinette from an Akuma who was obsessed with wanting to date her,” Damian interrupted with an insufferable grin. Marinette elbowed him hard, making her brother wince before chuckling at her red face. 

“I could have saved myself just fine! It’s not my fault we have to lay low, or we might get kicked out of Paris for being past vigilantes!” Marinette argued, voice high as she protested how helpless Damian had made her sound. She puffed her cheeks out in annoyance. Damian’s grin widened into a predatory smirk that showed off teeth.

“Oh? What about that one time that Tsurugi got akumatized, and Chat Noir had to save you because she wanted to duel you for the right to date me and you were cornered?” 

Marinette growled, throwing up her hands in frustration before smacking Damian’s shoulder angrily. He only laughed at her. “I’m leaving! Come find me when Ladybug finishes explaining the things we already know!” with that, a fuming and embarrassed Hummingbird stormed out of the room. 

“Huh,” Flash remarked, leaning against the wall. “She looks a lot better than the last time I saw her. And she actually left your immediate vicinity. Willingly,” he remarked to Robin, who glared at the speedster. 

“It’s been almost six years. If you think my sister is weak enough to be that thoroughly encumbered by the past for so long, you are greatly underestimating her,” he looked around to see almost all of the gathered League members staring at him. He grit his teeth and looked over at his father. “When is this woman going to arrive, anyway? You’d think she would actually be on time.” 

Just then, a portal opened in the middle of the room and Ladybug walked through. Quickly shedding the brown costume that allowed her to teleport in, she was left in just her black and red-spotted combat suit. Seeing as they finally found out how to alter the costumes the Kwami gave them, Ladybug’s hair now sat in a braided bun on the crown of her head and her costume was made to look more like Nightwing’s with the ladybug symbol on her upper chest and between her shoulder blades on her back, with black gloves that reached up to her elbows and black knee-high boots with red stripes up the sides. 

The brightly colored heroine smiled, seeming to light up the room with cheer that nearly put Jon to shame (it took her awhile to perfect that particular smile. She actually based it off Jon himself, and Damian was impressed by how accurate she had been able to make it over time. Not that he would say as much out loud). 

That was when Diana started choking on thin air, and Damian and Marinette both realized that they had overlooked something rather major. 

Hippolyta had been a Ladybug. Diana had met Tikki. Diana knew how to see past Tikki’s glamour. 

At first, Ladybug tried to play it off. Maybe Diana would catch on and help her out. So she walked over, holding her hand out for Wonderwoman to shake and putting on another wide smile for good measure. 

“Oh my Kwamii! It is so good to finally meet you, Wonderwoman, Tikki told me so much about you and your mother! Would you like to talk later—”

“Marinette Wayne, how in Zeus’ name did you become the new Ladybug?” Wonderwoman instantly yelled, making Marinette wilt. Damian tried backing away slowly, only for Diana’s eyes to then shoot over to him and narrow dangerously. “And you! I knew I felt something weird, but now I can pinpoint it. You are wielding the Black Cat! One of you explain what is going on. Now.” 

Ladybug and Robin instantly looked away, getting ready to make a quick escape right as their father walked up behind Robin, putting a firm hand on his shoulders. As always when Batman smiled, it sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Marinette gulped a little. 

“I agree. Marinette, I forgot to tell you that we changed the locations of the League security cameras last night,” shit they were so busted. Bruce must have suspected them of something from the very beginning, stupid world’s greatest detective instincts— “But now that we have confirmed that my suspicions were correct, we can save that discussion for later. First, let’s debrief on the Paris situation like we agreed. Then, you two will explain why you decided not to tell me while you help each other clean the entire Batcave tonight.” 

Damian didn’t open his hand for the entire meeting. He and Marinette made eye contact as soon as everyone sat down for a suddenly very uneasy debrief, silently agreeing that they would not let their father take away their Miraculous. They finally had names and reputations of their own, away from the Batclan and their father’s influence. They had learned more about themselves and what they were capable of in those past years as Miraculous wielders than in all the years of the rest of their lives combined. They wouldn’t give it up, not even for Bruce’s approval. 

But when they got back to the Manor and began cleaning up the batcave as they had been ordered, they were surprised when Bruce made no mention of taking their jewelry back at all. And he stayed up with them, silently reviewing things on the Batcomputer as they cleaned. It could almost be considered family bonding. 

By the time the twins were done cleaning the sun was about to rise, and finally their father spoke up for the first time since they had begun their punishment chore. 

“I watched days worth of your Paris battles before going out to meet Ladybug and Chat Noir in person,” he said without ever turning around from his spot at the computer. “I was impressed. I still am. The teamwork was flawless, and the Parisian heroes never used deadly force. They even did their best to provide emotional support to the victims who were akumatized. I thought for sure at least one of you two would have been victims yourself, with all that you’ve been through. Anything can be a trigger for you, anything can make you vulnerable to Hawkmoth,” Bruce paused to take a sip of coffee. He didn’t have to look at his children’s reflections in the face of the Batcomputer to know they were drinking in every word he said. He did anyway, allowing a small smile that they couldn’t see to form on his lips. 

“I scoured through every akuma attack one by one, trying to find the one where one or both of you were the ones possessed. But I only found more reasons to be impressed by the heroes instead. By the time I was done looking through every scrap of video I could find, I had a feeling I knew who you were. Hearing your voices in person cemented it further, but I wanted video proof. So, knowing that Marinette would have forgotten about agreeing to accompany me to a JL meeting, I asked Ladybug to debrief us.” 

“You had us from the start,” Marinette sighed, shoulders slumping. But Damian said nothing, eyes wide as he picked up on the nuances of what Bruce was saying that Marinette was too tired to catch on to. 

“I’m proud of you two.” 

Then, even Marinette froze. The twins had identical expressions of shock on their faces, and Bruce finally turned around to look at them properly. For a long while, the three of them only made silent eye contact as dozens of emotions flew through the air silently, but understood. Then Damian and Marinette straightened up just and silently. Damian nodded to his father, Marinette gave him a vulnerable little smile, and then they both backed out and went to head to sleep. 

And once they were gone, Bruce sighed in content. Seems his meet-the-Justice-League plan worked out perfectly. He had finally managed to say something right to his two most troublesome children, for the first time. He leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the dark bat-infested cave ceiling as one more tiny grin played on his face, a little melancholy this time. 

Guess they never needed him to help them find their inner hero, after all. They had become even better at the whole hero thing than he was, and all on their own. Bruce closed his eyes, not noticing when Alfred draped a blanket over his body and left the Cave with a soft chuckle. 

--*--*--*--*--*

This sucked, but I wanted to give you guys something. So. here you go I guess? 

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[wendimydarling]

The Magic of Christmas

Title: The Magic of Christmas

Summary: Henry and the Reader go Christmas shopping.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x First Person Reader

Word Count: 722

Warnings: You’ll die of soft nostalgia and Christmas magic. 😍

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is my other fic for @toomanystoriessolittletime​‘s Christmas Writing Challenge! The original prompt was “Shopping, hot chocolate, kisses in the snow”. The song is Snowed In, by Conor Matthews (which I will share in today’s song post for my 25 Days of Christmas Event). I am absolutely in love with everything about this little ficlet, so I hope you will be too!

There’s nothing quite like Christmas. 

Every year, a mysterious filter hangs thick in the air, casting a sparkling hue on everything in sight. The feeling begins the moment November arrives but, if you’re anything like me, you want to give Thanksgiving it’s dues, which makes it excruciatingly difficult to wait for Christmas until afterward.

But finally, finally that magical time of year arrives. Nostalgia plays from every radio station, twinkling lights and evergreen forests turn the faces of dull-looking storefronts into cheery windows of hope and joy, and a chill sets in that turns noses pink, yet no one seems to mind. The atmosphere feels softer, strangers are kinder, and it’s as if the whole world is privy to some form of inside joke that leaves us with a shared sense of warmth.

A blanket of white covered the trees and bushes as we made our way carefully over the wet cobblestones, our arms loaded with bags of stocking stuffers, candy, and gifts to place under the tree. One particularly beautiful reindeer family made of glass was—thanks to Henry—nestled securely in brown paper, embarking upon their journey to a new home on my mantle. Henry’s arm was linked in mine, a sturdy and intimate support to cautiously assist me around or over slippery patches of ice as we continued on our merry way. 

Every now and then I would look up at Henry and he would look back, drifting snowflakes alighting in his curls and kissing my lashes in my attempt to memorize this moment. He had the biggest grin on his face, boyish charm aligning his features into the epitome of perfection. Ever the furnace, Henry’s green wool sweater and worn leather jacket were enough to regulate his temperature while I, on the other hand, was bundled in the warmest peacoat I owned, complete with fur cowl. 

We passed a group of carolers dressed in festive holiday attire, pausing to listen as they began a new song. 

There’s powder on the roof There’s tinsel on the trees City shining like Manhattan Storefront sleigh bells ring Everything is right For at least a couple weeks Sidewalk careless families laughin’ Now there’s just one thing

The gentle melody was so pretty, I couldn’t help but sigh and lean my head against Henry’s shoulder. He surprised me by taking our bags and setting them down on a nearby park bench, bowing slightly to me when he turned and offered his hand. I suppressed a giggle, shaking my head gently and accepting his request; he spun me once before catching me by the small of my back and I smiled brightly as we began to sway.

Can we slow it down This season can get so busy I’m grateful for the ones I love But if there’s one thing that I’m wishin’

I couldn’t help but romanticize how picturesque we must look to those watching. A full head taller than me, his dark coat against my pink and cream reminded me of the old black and white movies I grew up on where the heroine would be pressed up tight into the hero’s chest, desperate for a kiss. It was a pretty thought and I found myself subtly casting glances around us to see if someone was recording. 

Henry’s hand guided my face back to his, catching my eyes with a simple look that told me it was just us, no one else could possibly interrupt this moment, and we didn’t need a picture to remember it. He leaned down and surrounded my mouth with his, the gentle taste of peppermint and chocolate still on his lips.

I just wanna be snowed in with you This Christmas, this Christmas Sittin’ by the fire just me and you This Christmas, this Christmas If I got you here with me, then let it snow We’ve got nowhere to go I just wanna be snowed in with you This Christmas, this Christmas.

This, my friends. This right here: shopping for presents, dancing in the snow under the twinkle of lights with Henry, our breath steaming the air, our bellies full of chocolate and our hearts full of love; the anticipation of surprises, the excitement of seeing our families, and the promise of at least one day where the world isn’t falling apart.

This is the magic of Christmas.

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[mcheang]

Blind and foolish

Remember how Mrs Rossi said she was going to mention the akumas at the next embassy?....what if she did? Sorry for incorrect information...I’m not sure how stuff works and the protocols for embassy so I’m just imagining it like a board meeting...

Mrs Rossi was considering asking the Italian government to send more aid to help take care of akumas. She proposes this at a meeting for Paris to approve of her suggestion but everyone else is like, what are you talking about? Every one has their own argument against Mrs Rossi.

“Why would we need help? Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of akumas in less than a day.”

Mrs Rossi: And yet there are still rampant akumas about. Don’t you find it even the slightest bit alarming that there are numerous rogue akumas outside, terrorizing the city even now?

“What rogue akumas? Who are they?”

“Given that Hawkmoth is still at large, of course there will be an akuma every now and then, but the plural usage for the term Mrs Rossi...frankly the only akuma that can be counted under that would be saptosis, the akuma twins..and given that their power was multiplication...” He left off the end of the sentence but everyone could see where it would lead.

And then Mrs Rossi realizes she had never learned who the akumas were. Her Daughter had run away to safety before she could be targeted, and so never had a chance to learn the akumas’ names.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her cheeks reddening. “But my daughter’s school has been shut down for months because of the akumas.”

The board members look confused and skeptical. Mrs Rossi began sweating.

“What is the name of her school?”

“Collège Françoise Dupont.”

More deadpan stares. Mrs Rossi’s Italian colleagues begin to look embarrassed of her.

“We are well aware of Dupont high school, given that it has been the site of numerous akuma attacks; Rogercop, Horrificator, Lady Wifi, and so on. But the akumas were stopped within a day and the school has never been shut down, Mrs Rossi.”

Mrs Rossi paled. “Excuse me?”

The head leaned forward, placing his fingertips together as he studied the diplomat. He almost looked sympathetic at her humiliation.

“It seems, Mrs Rossi, that you are unaware of how things work here in Paris. Ladybug and Chat Noir are our heroes. They do their jobs efficiently and do not require any assistance. Our police force works to aid them if needed but they are usually not.”

Someone mutters, “does she not see the cure sweeping across the city how many times?”

Mrs Rossi flushed again. She had seen the cure at work but had assumed only part of Paris was fixed. She had never really bothered to look into the matter further.

The head continued to stare at her. “I suggest you do research before you offer your input. And perhaps you should check in on your daughter if she has indeed missed months of schooling.”

Embassy over.

Mrs Rossi was not going to confront Lila first. Her Daughter may just lie to her again.

After that horrible meeting, Mrs Rossi had hidden in her office, embarrassed and in shock. Her Daughter had lied to her, for months. And she had fell for it.

Mrs Rossi felt like a fool, and rightly so, but no more. She was going to check things thoroughly before she confronted her Daughter.

The first person she called was the Principal.

Rossi: Hello, is this the principal of Collège Françoise Dupont?

Owlman: Why yes. To whom am

I speaking to?

Rossi: I am Mrs Rossi. My Daughter Lila goes to your school.

Owlman: ah, yes, poor girl. Rest assured, Mrs Rossi, your Daughter is thriving in class. Her classmates are very helpful and accommodating to her needs.

Mrs Rossi paused. Poor girl?

Rossi: What needs?

Owlman (surprised): Well for starters, her classmates are helping her take notes and carry lunch because of sprained wrist. Mrs Bustier has also asked for leniency for Lila’s grades because she had spent so much time out of class helping you with your diplomatic missions.

Mrs Rossi wanted to scream. Lila had never helped her with her work and her wrist was fine!

Rossi: Mr Damocles. I think we need to have a talk. There’s something you need to know.

Rossi exposes Lila and learns what other lies had been told. She gets time off work easily after the meeting debacle so she can meet Damocles at the office.

She meets a familiar boy on her way in.

It was after lunch and he must be coming in late. But it was more than that. Wasn’t this Lila’s Boyfriend? Or had her Daughter lied about that too? Probably.

Rossi: excuse me, young man. Are you Adrien Agreste?

Adrien: Hi. And yes, I am. I’m sorry but I have to rush back to class. (He came back from a shoot)

Rossi (hurriedly): I understand, but please just answer my question. Are you my Daughter Lila’s Boyfriend.

Adrien scowled. Lila had hurt Kagami too much. He would not let her spread this rumor. “No. No I am not. That kiss was sprung on me and I was tutoring her.”

She nodded. “I understand. Thank you for clarifying the matter, Mr Agreste.”

Adrien nodded shortly and ran to class. He didn’t know what Lila’s Mother was doing at school but he hoped it meant Lila was finished.

Once Mrs Rossi met the principal, he informed her of the repercussions Lila faced. Mrs Rossi accepted them. Oh, and apparently Lila had been forging her mother’s signature and changed her parent contact information. Busted!

Lila is called to office. She pales when she realizes her Mother is there. Both she and the principle look very disappointed.

Lila can try to lie but it is futile now.

Mrs Rossi insists Lila confess to her class. She does. Alya is upset she posted false information on her blog. Adrien is satisfied. Marinette is relieved.

Lila is forced to repeat the school year and will take extensive counselling for her compulsive lying. As for her current punishment, she has detention for the rest of the year and her grades will suffer.

Mrs Rossi is upset and exhausted, but at least she can nip this problem in the bud. ....yeah...she’s wrong. She stopped her Daughter but it was too late. The damage had been done.

Imagine Mrs Rossi’s sad shock when Jagged Stone files a lawsuit against Lila for spreading word that he had been writing songs about a minor. Yeah...Marinette recently mentioned it in an offhand manner and let the adults go angry and take legal action. He also wanted to sue Alya but Marinette pleaded on her friend’s behalf. Jagged relents only if Alya makes a new post refuting Lila’s claims and apologised to all the celebrities mentioned, including Ladybug. Especially after the fireman reported her attempts to work with an akuma to get Ladybug hurt. Yeah..the Ladyblog is on rocky ground now.

Lila is now under investigation for threatening to hurt Paris’ beloved heroine. Mrs Rossi finds herself under critical scrutiny at work. Not only did she not do her research properly and presented herself as an ignoramous, she also failed to realize her Daughter had so much darkness inside her. Yeah...Mrs Rossi will be sporting gray hair sooner than she would like, and then some.

Chat apologizes to Ladybug for not listening to her.

Marinette gets a break after all the Lila drama. She gets a backstage pass to the music festival where she gets to listen to Jagged and Clara, and other celebrities. She takes Aurore with her to celebrate her improved grades. Alya is too busy repairing her blog’s reputation. Nino is helping Alya. Adrien is grounded for deceiving Nathalie regarding Lila’s tutoring.

With so much stress, anger and betrayal in the air, how is it that there are no akumas? Technically there was during Jagged’s lawsuit...Mrs Rossi’s stress was about the same as her daughter’s anger but she was taller and intercepted the akuma. Not to mention Lila couldn’t just grab the akuma while under scrutiny. Mrs Rossi became Peace Mother...the power to cause people to stop fighting and surrender. Yeah...she was defeated and Ladybug made an announcement to the surrounding people including Jagged, Penny and students that they should not lose themselves to negative emotions. Instead, control yourselves and focus on fixing the issues. Getting mad or upset is justifiable but it won’t solve the problem if it blinds you or gets you akumatized.

I realize Mrs Rossi seems unprepared but she also easily accepts her Daughter staying at home and actually missed the parade on her way to work? How does that make sense? I realise Adrien does not know about Lila threatening Marinette, but he does know that Lila sided against Ladybug. And he did nothing after that? Dude just shun her already!

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[dabis-azure-songstress]

Your Scars Are Beautiful (Todoroki Shoto x Reader)

A/N: I got way too into this one! It's my more romantic style of writing as opposed to the smutty filth that I usually write. This is my first time trying to write Shoto Todoroki and I hope I nailed his character awesomely! I hope you enjoy him and becoming his lovely wife. ;) This is the Taste the Peppermint version. Please enjoy yourselves and be sure to drop some love or comments if you like! This is the one I've worked the hardest on so far, so I hope it gets some serious love but if not, oh well~ I really enjoyed writing it. If you all don’t like it, I’m seriously going to let Dabi spank my bare butt with his fire on his hand. xD Because oh my god, I worked so hard

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader Warnings: Passionate loving, NSFW, TASTE THE PEPPERMINT Reader's Quirk: My OC, Shinju a.k.a. Electro-Dancer has an Emitter-type quirk called ElectroMance that allows her to harness the power of lightning. She can also call forth storms if one is in the area that has lightning with it. Honestly, it's attracted to her both as a good tool and in a bad way. When a storm is called (by her low whistling, I call is Storm Whistling, as a belief from some of the more witchy culture which is a part of what I'm into) she can imbue some of the droplets with varied amounts of lightning to paralyze an opponent by intercepting brain/muscle signals where the droplets touch the opponent which she calls "Electrostatic Precipitation". Think of electro-therapy almost or a taser.

Shoto glanced swiftly to his side where Y/N ran alongside him (though somewhat clumsily) on his ice. She slides as she came to stop. He grabbed her hand quickly and stared at the masked hero. "Can you do it from this range? Can you manage?" he spoke. "I think so! Here we go!" Y/N clasped her hands together rapidly and let out a low but soft whistle before periwinkle lightning crackled between them. A loud rumble resounded overhead as the angry grey clouds above began to spill their bounty of precipitation and lightning began to strike from the clouds. The villain was still going at it with Deku as Y/N infused a select few droplets above them with lightning charges. As they began to hit the villain, his body tensed as they paralyzed the muscles as they intercepted his nervous signals. "Electrostatic Precipitation!" Shoto watched in amazement, yet his face remained quite aloof as normal. It was the first time he'd been paired with the lightning quirked female, despite his years of school and friendship with her. Suddenly, the sky lit with lightning and Todoroki tried to intercept the strike with ice, but was a bit too late as it hit Y/N directly. She cried out sharply and her body shook from the charge as the ice below their feet shattered. Todoroki managed to catch himself as he created more, but the other heroine continued to fall. "Hey, Half N' Half! Be careful!" Bakugo roared as he propelled himself forward with explosions to catch the heroine. "Take her somewhere safe! She's short-circuited herself worse than Dunce Face, literally!" Bakugo hollered as he landed on Shoto's ice with a careful slide. Todoroki nodded as Bakugo loaded Y/N onto his back cautiously. Shoto managed to move to an evacuated building basement before he laid Y/N down on a spare bed he found inside. Swiftly, he began to check her vitals and body for further injury or shock. Luckily, she was alright until he could get her back to Recovery Girl or Recovery Girl to her. Y/N's eyes flicked open in utter panic and she groaned loudly. "T-Todoroki, it hurts! SHIT! It burns! Please!" she began to cry loudly. "What does? What's going on?" he replied monotonously with a slow blink. "M-my side! You've gotta unzip my suit quick! Please! I'm begging you, Todoroki," she sobbed, "My body hurts so bad!" He stared at her a moment before he began unzipping the underside of her sleeve and the side of her hero uniform. Shoto's eyes widened at the deep and angry red Lichtenberg mark that swirled and curled down the side of her body and over her right hip like a tattoo. Y/N was in too much pain to be embarrassed by the situation. "S-Shoto..." she cried helplessly and squeezed his hand roughly with her. The pressure made him have to fight not to freeze her. Maybe I can distract her. Without thinking, he placed his lips upon her knuckles quickly. "It's okay. You'll be okay. Kisses make everything better." He mostly got a pained breath in return, but her body seemed to relax slightly. "Easy." he shushed lightly as if speaking to a terrified child. She slipped unconscious beside him. ---A Few Hours--- "She'll be just dandy. That right hip might give her a bit of trouble walking temporarily, but she should heal up just fine besides having a nasty scar." Todoroki nodded as he watched Recovery Girl inspect Y/N and whispering to All Might. "You did well not to move her more. Probably would've put her body under more stress and sent her into cardiac arrest. Do you know if she has any family at home?" Shoto shook his head. "Alright. Out. I'll see if I can get her up and changed." Todoroki looked up as he heard approaching footsteps at the basement doorway and much slower, unsteady and awkward limps. Y/N looked at him, H/L down and frizzed slightly with a crutch under her arm and now changed into a plain white tee and grey sweatpants. "Ah, Young Todoroki. Can I trust you to help her home?" He nodded at All Might who took a spot by Recovery Girl. He nodded. ---- "You...really didn't have to help..." "Nonsense. With your hip hurting like that, you look like you're barely able to stand, much less walk." Y/N huffed gently. "Thank you, Shoto." He was surprised that her apartment wasn't really all that far from his. They came to the door and Y/N was very much freaking out. "Y-you don't have to come in, I'll be okay." Heterochromatic eyes watched her fumble with her keys. Her trying to keep him from entering kind of went over the poor guy's head. "I-I didn't pick up my laundry." she stuttered. "That's okay. I have a sister and I won't pay any mind." She'd never had another person in her apartment before honestly. Y/N relented and pushed the door open finally. They stepped inside and Todoroki glanced around. "This doesn't seem so bad." Sure, there were really clothes kind of flung randomly about and there was a trash bag completely filled in the kitchenette that needed to be taken out, but Todoroki thought it seemed homely and cozy. Y/N didn't look at him. "D-do you want anything to drink or something?" "Tea is fine." Y/N hobbled to the kitchen slowly as she started the tea. Then Todoroki took note of it. There were no photos on the fridge, walls, or tops of the furniture. "Y/N, I noticed there are no picture frames anywhere." Y/N paused in her movements as she set the teacup down carefully. "I don't know my family. I've heard mama was quirk-less and dad was like me. I've only had a boyfriend in my life for a little while, but we broke up last year so I tore all those down." Shoto listened quietly before he grabbed her hand softly with his hot one. "Then, I'll be your family. Would you like me to be?" He was as stoic as ever, but his eyes held a gentle softness. "Y-you're going to be my family? The great Shoto Todoroki?" Y/N began turning into a blubbering mess. "Not like I care what my dad thinks. You're powerful and I know you don't like him, but...After all these years, you've been taking care of yourself? Even as hurt as you've been in the past? Yes, I am your family. I want to be your family. The one you rely on." Y/N sobbed loudly and limped her way over to wrap the taller male tightly in her arms. She'd never heard him be so touching with anyone before. "Thank you, Shoto. That means so much to me." The male stroked her H/T hair and rested his head on her crown softly. It suddenly all made sense to him and clicked. How she was always working side jobs and came into her classes and even work exhausted and nearly on the verge of passing out a few rare times. Yet, she was still one of the best and strongest fighters they had, even managing to hold her own with Ground Zero and winning occasionally. He was impressed by the strength she obviously possessed physically, mentally, and spiritually. -----A Few Years Later----- As the years progressed, Y/N and Todoroki had begun dating and grew closer. They were inseparable. You rarely ever got one without the other. Especially since Shoto had promised to be there for her always in case she needed him. Lo and behold, they were in another battle when the villain's earthquake quirk had trapped them in a pocket under rubble and debris. "Sho, I don't see any way out." "Me either, but I turned the location on in my phone before we fell. Hopefully, someone will get us out of here soon. It's too dangerous to use our quirks." Y/N nodded and sat in front of him cautiously. "Baby, come here." Y/N moved carefully into his lap as he beckoned and he held her softly with her legs thrown over one side of his lap. "You know, I have been meaning to ask you this for a while now. Since I'm your family, how would you like to make it official and maybe make our own?" he inquired as he swept a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N paled softly. "A-are you serious? You're asking me now?" Shoto chuckled lightly at her bewilderment. "I don't want any regrets, just in case. I also just wanted to gauge your reaction, but yes, I am entirely serious. I'm sure we also have quite a bit of time to ourselves here." Y/N felt flustered and stared off as a little movie flashed in her eyes. Their first meeting, their first date, all the work lunches, and all the work together. She finally glanced at him directly and Shoto was watching her softly with a small smile. "I-I'd love that...b-but..." "Hush, my love. A simple 'yes' or 'no' would suffice, but I'm so happy to hear you love the idea of marrying me as an answer." He caught her hand and held it tightly in his own cool one tightly. "My sweet love..." He leaned in slowly, capturing her lips passionately. Their mouths and tongues danced in sync. Her hands twisted into Shoto's two-toned locks softly. "Mm, I love you, my darling." Shoto cooed as he began to work her zipper down and slip the suit from her shoulders, peppered kisses following the trail of revealed skin. "I-ah-love you too, Sho..." she gasped softly as his tongue meticulously swirled around a swiftly budding nipple and his heated thumb massaged at the other gently. She hummed softly as he adjusted her to straddle his lap instead. "My Sho..." she purred lightly, grinding her hips down against his own. He grunted gently as his body reacted eagerly to her ministrations. He removed her uniform entirely before he held her firmly against him again. Y/N suddenly shied away slightly, the large scar down her side causing her to overthink. He'd seen her before after he had helped her shower and change into a new set of clothes the day it happened, but this time she wasn't exhausted or sore enough to keep her mind from speeding off self-consciously. She squirmed and was going to shield herself, but Shoto grabbed her hand and placed it over the scar upon his face softly. "Don't. You're so beautiful, my darling. Your scars are beautiful. I love it because it's so unique, just like you. I understand how you're feeling, but I love every. single. breath-taking. inch of you." he accentuated with gentle kisses between his pauses. Y/N melted immediately, stroking her thumb over his scar as they met in a gently appreciative kiss. "It's not really the appropriate place, but please permit me to show you, my love." Y/N nodded nervously at the suggestion as she pulled at the zipper on the front of his uniform and began to unbuckle his belt meekly. She blushed at the feel of his broad chest under her fingertips and his arousal proudly pressing itself up against her core. "Sho-" "Shh, my darling. You don't need to worry or use your words. Let me take care of you." Y/N nodded and relinquished herself to him. Shoto was intoxicated with her lips as he pulled her closer to him, one hand pressed gently on her upper back and the other sliding feather-light down the scar that adorned her body before it came to rest on the top of one of the supple cheeks of her rear. Blush filled her face. It was the first time he'd ever touched her so intimately with simple touches. Then the hand on her back slowly descended to trail down her front as they continued in heated kisses. Her soft moans parted them gently as his fingertips softly orbited the silky hear and nerves at the apex of her thighs. Nuzzling her cheek gently with his nose, he sighed out softly, "Such arousing noises, my love. You will make a beast out of me. I can barely refrain from ravaging you, but such conduct wouldn't be acceptable for this time." He hummed gently as he massaged her opening gently before sinking his middle finger slowly into the depths of her velvet. She mewled out sweetly, having long dreamt of the situation Y/N found herself in. "You're so hot and needy for just my hand, my love. I can't wait for your undoing when you finally have me in here." She hummed lowly, pushing her hips softly against Shoto's hand and digit. Shoto was nearly pulsing with need as he slipped another finger into her core. Y/N was beginning to feel too hot as she felt the flame in her core beginning to lick and build. "Sho..." she moaned out as after the slightest feeling of her clench on his fingers he'd quickened his attentions and begun curling his fingers sagaciously. "Does that feel good, my darling?" he purred. "Yes...yes...Sho...I-hngh..." She shuddered with a breathy sigh and her thighs quivered as the coil inside burst forth. He blushed softly, surprised at the sensation of her orgasm coating his fingers and inwardly proud it had just been with his fingers so far. See her so wanton and reciprocating of his ministrations had caused his desperation to bead up at the top of his rock-hard and straining shaft. "I think you're finally ready. But, just to be sure, are you ready?" he whispered softly into the shell of Y/N's ear hotly before he nipped gently. Her mind was still buzzing as she trembled and nodded, sliding her hands from his biceps and slipping her arms around his neck. They locked their lips heatedly as he prepared himself to delve into the most sacred of her depths. Shoto was hot against her and then he was slowly slipping deeper and deeper. They both moaned at the sensation as she began to stretch and spread wide to accommodate his girth. "You're in control of this, my love. The pace, the depth. It's all for you to set." Y/N moaned out as she shook and lowered herself to sheathe him entirely. The bi-colored haired male nearly rolled his eyes back enraptured in the pleasure and couldn't bite back the curse that slipped from his lips. "Fuck." Then Y/N began at a slow, deep, intimate pace that had both of their minds and nerve-endings reeling. That soon melted away though as they began to fall to their needs, and the soft fleshy sounds of their love-making filled their secluded area. "Unh, baby~" Shoto moaned out, gripping her hips tightly as he pulled her down to meet his urgent thrusts. As her head tilted back, he took the opportunity to suck a dark bruise into the silky skin of her neck. Y/N's back was arching and he moaned at the pure sight of her. "I can't take it anymore, my love. Hang on." He paused their movements before he laid out the top of his uniform on the ground behind her. "I can't get enough of you like this. Need more." Shoto pushed Y/N back onto his top gently before he had her pressed into the mating press position, not daring to remove himself from her, despite the slight discomfort of shifting. Shoto pushed until his pelvis was flush against her and she groaned at the feeling of being so full, causing him to twitch slightly. Y/N stared up at him with deeply glazed eyes and once he drew back, she was all but pouting as he pushed himself back in. "You take me so well, my love. You're just made for me." he praised, stroking a cheek with a starting-to-get-icy hand. She moaned at the praise and he had to let go of her hips to bury them in the dirt before he lost control of his quirk as he continued to drive into her. Y/N noticed the small clouds of their breaths as she dug her nails deeply into the skin of his back. She was feeling too good and the effort of their actions kept her from being cold to the nippy air. Shoto laced his icy hand with Y/N's by her head as he gyrated particularly deep. He groaned out loud. "My love, I won't last much longer if you keep gripping me like that." Y/N moaned beneath him and lifted the upper half of her body to sweetly kiss him. "I'm sorry. You just feel soooo goooddd. I can't help it. There's always our honeymoon and next time.~" Shoto was losing it as he heard the promise and he had to release her hand before he froze her. "Fuck." His thrusts picked up a more brisk pace. "Sho-wai-I-agh!" He moaned loudly as her heat tightened in spasms and creamed around him, some of her release even dripping onto his top below them and around his length. Y/N squirmed as he continued to thrust into her oversensitive and soaked heat. "Just a-" he shuddered out as he hit his peak, hips stuttering and pausing as his length throbbed and coated her insides with his snowy white release. The woman below him moaned at the feeling of his cream and he removed himself, blushing furiously at the soft flood that tried to follow as he glanced at her entrance to ensure he hadn't hurt her. Shoto huffed slightly as he noticed his right hand and part of the ground had frozen together. Y/N giggling sweetly below him made his cheek burn slightly as he got himself free. "Are you okay? Can you stand?" There he was, back to normal Shoto, but his eyes always told you everything. "Yeah. Give me just a few minutes, darling." --- The two of you redressed quickly, though Todoroki was sans shirt due to the mess you two had created on his shirt. "I can get another. I'm just going to burn this and we'll pretend it got ripped or something," he spoke, alighting the crumpled garment in his left palm. Y/N cleared her throat softly, slightly embarrassed and attempted to fix her hair. Shoto reached to touch her and his eyes widened as a loud electrostatic discharge 'POP' went of with a bit of a blue spark. "O-ow." "B-baby! I'm sorry!" A chuckle cut Y/N off. "It's alright, my love. At least you didn't strike me down with lightning like you did to yourself the first time we worked together. Though, I may need to invest in an ESD bracelet for future reference." --- Y/N and Shoto were found by none other than Deku and a few other friends who helped to get them out. The shirt excuse would have been bought if not for the angry nail marks down Todoroki's back. Cue everyone's embarrassment and trying not to say anything. Shoto got Y/N the ring of her dreams and she was happily content with the man of her dreams. Her pregnancy was announced soon after her honeymoon and Endeavor wasn't too happy but Shoto was Shoto about it. He kind of liked being a rebel and pissing his dad off. Although technically, Y/N had conceived before the honeymoon. ;)

#shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x oc #shoto todoroki x you #TASTETHEPEPPERMINT #bnha x reader #bnha smut #bnha imagines #shoto todoroki imagine #todoroki smut

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I just want to say the following headcanon thing LEGITIMATELY was inspired by this thing I saw on a random Google search I don’t even know how it was there, Google is watching me. I typed it all out in a caffeine-fueled frenzy. If you know who made this pic/headcanon thing, let me know so I can give credit. This is the offender:

OKAY SO I NEED TO ADD TO THIS THING ABOUT HOW JASON WAS DIANA'S FAVORITE ROBIN. I NEED TO ADD TO THIS, AND IT'S GONNA BE REALLY FAN-DORK-TASTIC AND IT'S FINE, EVERYTHING IS FINE.

We need to examine this more. Brace yourself for the headcanon feels train. Choo choo, bitches.

I don't think Jason just adored and was respectful to her, no no, he fucking worshiped her. When every Robin has met the others of the Trinity it's always said something about them. When Jason met Superman, he was appropriately awed and flustered, you know, as boys do. It's Superman for shits sake, he's like a myth. How do you talk to a mythical freakin' god?

But Diana? Now she's a bit different. Sure, she flies, she's fast, she's got super strength and sword skills no one can touch, but she doesn't shoot lasers from her eyes or sneeze and make a tornado. She talks to kids, she treats them with respect, as equals. Jason likes that. He grew up fast. He hates being talked down to.

But this really didn't start with Diana being his favorite just because she doesn't ruffle his hair and ask if his studies are going well. No, this goes back to long before he was a Robin. When he was just a little kid with an abusive father and a mother that loved him but couldn't fight back.

Jason has always been a tootin' masculine character. Look at him, he's got all the traits, up and down. Bad boy look, check. Guns, check. Fast cars, check. Street rat punk, check. He's the tallest out of the Robins, and so much goddamn muscle he's got fifteen pounds on Bruce. (Suck it, old man.) There's memes about his thighs ffs. But on the same token he's always related to and sympathizes more with women than any other Robin. Why would that be?

Because his mother loved him. Really, deeply, adoringly loved him, even if he was adopted. She probably always wanted kids and a family but she just chose the wrong man to do it with. Things probably weren't always so bad, they never are when you start out but it got worse steadily, it snuck up on her and by the time Jason was five, she was a convenient punching bag whenever Willis Todd had a bad day at work.

It didn't take long before every day was a bad day at work.

So Jason grew up in a place that started out as pretty nice, they were poor as hell but he never lacked for love from his mom. She made games for him so he wasn't afraid. Charity clothes weren't shameful, they were adventuring gear and he could be anything he wanted, even a wizard or a ninja. She didn't eat her portion of dinner because a spell had been put on her and the only way to break it is if he ate everything instead, and then defeat the dragon guarding her and give her a kiss before bedtime. Then she would eat. When they couldn't pay the utility bills, the candles were the only light they had and they were adventurers exploring ancient caves and had to be very careful to sneak around and find the magic stones she'd hidden everywhere.

Catherine Todd loved her little boy and always sacrificed whatever she could to make sure he wasn't afraid at night. While he slept, she'd cry very quietly.

But no amount of pretend and stories could really hide the fear in her eyes when his father came home. Jason had to hide under the table his arm the around a street mutt, Sparky, and a phone clutched to his chest while his mom tried to hold back her screams as the leather belt, then the fists and the boots came down on her again and again.

His mother ALWAYS took the beatings from him. When Jason was getting a little older and taller and starting to outgrow his clothes faster than they could steal or trade from the charity banks, he started looking like a target. But she never allowed his father to beat him, she wouldn't have it. She made a deal, she'd take the beatings and he wouldn't touch Jason dammit, not him, not her little boy.

Afterwards, when his scumbag father sat down in front of the TV with a beer and some food while his wife cried on the floor, Jason would crawl out of his hiding place and put band-aids on the cuts and bruises. Then she'd hold him in her arms, sobbing, and tell him it's okay, she loves him and she'd never let anything bad happen to him.

But things always got worse for Jason. He loathed his father, he felt furious he couldn't fight back but he knew if he did, his mother's sacrifice would be for nothing. He learned to control his rage early, he had to. But that doesn't mean it didn't burn.

The look of defeat and apathy in her eyes is what hurt him most. He wished she wouldn't just lay down and take it all the time. He wanted her to get up. Fight back. He'd have these dreams where his mom beat down her husband and told him if he ever touched her or her son again, she'd kill him. But he always woke up.

Catherine Todd was Jason's first real hero. Even when she started taking heroin to get through the day, to not feel hunger and not feel pain.

And then there's Wonder Woman. Princess of Themyscira. Amazon Warrior. She was the best fighter in the world and she fought with a grace like poetry and a savagery like vengeance. She was amazing. A woman that was strong enough to throw monsters through walls. Monsters just like his father. He wanted his mom to be more like Wonder Woman.

He wanted Wonder Woman to be his mom.

Now lets fast forward a bit. When his father abandoned them, Jason became the man of the house and his mother was so deep into addiction she could barely function. She'd lost so much weight over the years, pushing her food onto his plate. She'd always cared for and protected him, now he could finally return the favor. He was an 11-year old with a baseball bat and zero tolerance for any assholes that wanted to hurt his mom. She couldn't fight anymore but he could. Any drug dealer stopping by learned that the hard way.

But he couldn't protect her forever. The will had been beaten out of her for over a decade. While he was out stealing food, she overdosed. The pain had been too much. He failed her.

Fast forward again. He's Robin now, he's learned to survive on his own before now, he's not shy about sticking up for himself because dammit, he's not going to sit on the sidelines ever again. That was a helpless feeling he never could get away from. He meets Wonder Woman for the first time and he's just struck dumb. Alfred and Bruce are amused, because this Robin has never held back what's on his mind or given any ground. But after he gets over the awe of meeting his childhood idol (nevermind the fact that he's still technically a kid) he can't stop talking to Diana. He chatters eagerly to her.

Soon it's clear he's something of a fanboy. He asks how she threw this punch from this battle and how she disarmed that villain in that fight. She's more than happy to show him. Then he asks other things, like if she can be such a great fighter, other women can too, right? What if the best way to defeat crime is by preventing it? Like giving women and other common targets of criminals the ability to defend themselves. Couldn't women and children's shelters offer training and classes for free? She loves the idea and promises to see what she can do.

Jason probably writes letters to Diana whenever he can and she responds when she has time. It's not often because they're both so busy, but it's a slow sort of pen-pal thing they have going on. She's easier to talk to than Bruce and learns more about his family from before.

Even though he loved his mom, he also resented her. She let herself become a victim and he'll never quite forgive her for that. He's bitter about it, the idea of 'What if she'd fought back?' always in the back of his head. He'll never know and it's her fault and he misses her but he misses what they might have had. One day he accidentally lets this slip in one of his letters and Diana sends him two pages back, all of it laying out that a mother's love thinks nothing of sacrifice and it's okay for him to be angry but he shouldn't let it taint the good memories he has. He was loved right up until the end. Instead of being angry, be inspired. It wasn't fair, to her or to him, but he can still make his mother proud by making sure no one else has to go through what he did.

How would she know his mother is proud of him? Because Diana is proud of him. Very proud. And she knows what mothers want for their children.

Had she not been off-planet at the time, Diana would've noticed the lack of his letters when he started feeling displaced and needed family to connect to. When he found out he was adopted. When he left to go search for his real mother -- maybe a mother more like Wonder Woman.

When Jason died and Diana found out several weeks later, she was furious with Bruce. Absolutely. Livid. She refused to work with him or speak to him for a month. It was a major cramp in their relationship, as friends and as colleagues. 

She did go home and cry in her mother's arms because he was such a fine boy, dammit. Man's World was cruel and savage and did the worst things to the most innocent people and it turned them into beasts. It broke their hearts and twisted their minds. But not Jason. He came out stronger and more determined than ever to be better. Yes, he was lost and hurt and didn't know where to direct his righteous anger but he was learning so fast and she was so proud of him for it. Crime wasn't a vague thing to him, he grew up in it, lived in it, and he knew exactly why it should be put down. Just like she knew the stakes of war and why it must be fought. He was a warrior. And he died because he was still a kid that wanted a mother who loved him.

She blames herself a little because if she'd been there more for him, given him the mom he really really wanted, he might still be alive. She neglected him, just like everyone else and she will never forgive herself for that.

When Jason came back as the Red Hood, she'd only heard vague rumors from Gotham. It was years before she found out who it was and that's only because Dick was struggling with a guilty conscience for putting 'Jason' into Arkham Asylum. When this 'Red Hood' turned out to be the young Robin who had her action figure and always ran to say hello to her, she gave Dick a look that could kill a chimera. For the first time, he realized why Bruce could fear her so much.

She sat down and started to write a letter to Jason but didn't know where to start.

It hasn't happened yet. She's often run ragged with all her duties, and she hasn't figured out how to tell Bruce she wants to see Jason for reasons too many and complicated to put into words without seeming rude to the other fine boys he's mentored.

But when she does finally meet her favorite Robin she'll hug him and not let go for a long time. Then they'll spend the whole night talking about everything, and for tonight, crime and missions and duty can wait. She'll tell him about the countless women that have fended off their abusers because of the ideas he came up with so many years ago. And he'll be confused at first because doesn't she know he's insane? A killer? A psychopath? Well, she's killed too and she knows why he's doing what he's doing. There are as many battlefields as there are battles, in the mind, in the streets, in the long history of a life. She knows that this is his battle. She's proud of him for fighting what he believes in because that's what he's always done. His methods may not be her own but that's okay. Life has given him the tools and insight to do what he does and she must respect that. War is never pretty.

For a while, Jason is so damn unbalanced by all this, he can't really speak because there's a knot in his throat.

Then she drops another bomb on him by apologizing. For not being there for him, for not realizing that he needed more than a pen pal and for neglecting to tell him all these things before it was too late. There's tears in her eyes and he starts to panic a little.

The next day, she gets a letter from Jason.

So there. There you have it you ugly heathens, feels headcanon train! I think this is why Diana has Jason as her favorite Robin and why he has always looked up to her. I think the fandom somehow recognizes the neat and fitting parallels here. Maybe not ever put down in words like this (or if it has been, I haven't found it yet) but definitely there in the back of the brain. You don't see fanart with Jason wearing a Wonder Woman shirt, or pajamas, or coffee mug for no reason. It's not just because it's funny that the bad boy punk of the BatFamily is a huge Wonder Woman fan. It's because she means something to him that the other Robins never needed in their lives like he did. She was a role model early in his life and still is today. 

Jason likes Wonder Woman because she's overcome and proven herself in a world stacked against her. Women can't fight? Wrong. Women can't be strong? So wrong. Women can't hold important positions in government? She's an ambassador. Women must be sexual, they must defer to their male compatriots, if they do fight they're butch and can't be feminine and beautiful, and if they don't fight they have to stand back and sit in the kitchen.... You might wanna shut up now.

Wonder Woman has defied every single unwritten rule the world tried to put on her and she's broken every single barrier that her 'superiors' have put in front of her. She gives society's expectations an amused little smirk before she breaks them in half. She doesn't let anyone define her. She does what is needed and she doesn't apologize for it. She's a rebel like that. She's powerful but feminine, she's a warrior but also motherly, she fights for peace, but she will fucking kill to protect her loved ones.

Diana's story and Jason's story are so much alike and that is why these two have this unspoken, undefined bond. They know the gritty realities, they know that ideals won’t stop hunger and abuse and exploitation, they know fire sometimes can only be fought with fire. I think the fandom understands that, even vaguely. They recognize she would naturally be his #1 role model. And it would genuinely put me on cloud 9 if DC recognized that too and decided, 'Know what? Let's go for it. Let's make this happen.'

'Let's make this impossible and bizarre idea seem wonderfully human.'

Isn't that what comics are really about?

#headcanon #feels train #Red Hood #Jason Todd #Wonder Woman #Diana of Themyscira #did not expect this to go all out #I would look up panels to support some of this but I chickened out

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This may be a little too obscure but have you thought of an AU where Mike and the rest of the tour crew go to Sky High and are sorted into sidekicks (Hero Support).

//I had not, really.  When I write AU’s (like actually write them, not Photoshop and shitpost about), I tend to AU within the canon/fandom (so they’re more like: “what-if’s”, I guess).  I find AU-ing into a completely different universe or time period really difficult, so my hat is off to those of you whose brains do work that way naturally.  I *have* had thoughts about a sort-of sequel fic where the Golden Ticket Winner Losers didn’t die, but are ‘freaks’ (sort of like in the preview ending), and return to the factory shadows of their former selves.  But then some sort of rival or villain takes over the factory and holds Wonka hostage, and Charlie has to convince the other four that, especially with their new freakish abilities and knowledge of the factory, they have it in themselves to be heroes, and they all work together to save the day.  I’m not sure I’ll ever actually write that fic because it seems like it would be very plot intensive and long, but: maybe.  And if anyone else is bitten by this plot-bunny: please write it instead of me.

I gave the ‘Sky High’ one a shot below.  I hope it doesn’t suck, Anon, it…went in a vaguely Mike/Veruca direction, whoops?  And thanks for the prompt.  As always my inbox is open!// 

He shouldn’t even be here.  Not here, in this room, with these other freaks and losers.  Not here, in this school, at all.

Ethel Teavee (in Mike Teavee’s always correct opinion) has the dumbest super-power ever.  It’s a sort of location telepathy: she can tell you where someone is, anywhere in the world, at any time.  But she has to have met the person, which means she’s totally useless as any kind of super spy or cop, and is instead just the world’s most annoying geography teacher at a high school for super powered teenagers.  And most smothering mother, of course, not that she has ever had to wonder where Mike might be.  Mike is always in front of his computer.  Or was.

Mike has always known he would have some kind of technopathy.  He doesn’t know what his dad had, or could do: Ethel doesn’t talk about him, and Mike can’t remember him, but he wants to think his power was cool.  That he’s some big-time hero with some big-time secret identity and that’s why Ethel has to keep it hush-hush.

But Mike has always known he would have some kind of technopathy.  Electronics, computers, video-games…they have always come easy to him.  He has always been able to do anything he wanted with them, better than adults, better than anybody.  

“Getting your powers isn’t always easy,” his mother had always warned him, but Mike had always thought it would be, for him.  Would be like a natural progression of what he could already do.

And then his fingers had begun to stretch.

He had been tapping away as usual at his keyboard, and he had gone to shift his wrist to reach a key and found: he didn’t have to.  Which was…weird.  Mike had always been on the short side.  His hands, though nimble, had always been small.

And then everything had gone wrong.

He spent two weeks in his room as parts of him stretched, independently from each other and completely beyond his control.  One leg: seemingly miles longer than the other and unable to hold his weight.  One arm: so long his knuckles touched the floor.  His neck one day: unable to lift his head off of his pillow as it coiled above his shoulders like a snake.

His mother had probably tried to comfort him.  Mike can only remember crying.  It had hurt.

He’s 7′6 now.  He can stretch himself taller and longer than that, but he can’t make himself any shorter than 7′6.  It’s not a natural 7′6 either (if there even is such a thing).  His limbs are symmetrical, but too long; too thin.  His face is…wrong.  He looks like someone stuck him in a taffy puller.  He has to special order his clothes and shoes.

And everything is pointless now.  He can’t have a secret identity like this.  His mom is convinced his powers are still settling: that he’ll eventually shrink back down to a manageable height, but what does she know about it?  Nothing, that’s what.

Of course all the dumb jock sports teams came knocking, even the one at this freak school, but joke’s on them: Mike can barely jog without tripping over his stretched out feet.

He shouldn’t be here.  He should be at home.  He should be at home, in front of his computer.  

He should be at home in front of his computer but when he tries to type too fast now, his fingers tangle themselves into knots.

It’s still better than hunching and slinking his way through a sea of normal sized teenagers who can do stuff like: fly, and: turn invisible.

What Mike wouldn’t give to be invisible.  He’s super, super visible.

Even in the back row of stupid ‘hero support’ (side-kick classes), where he sits behind a table because he can’t cram himself into a desk.  The boy who always sits beside him can’t either, but not because of his height: Augustus Gloop is almost spherical.  He is almost spherical because he can eat anything.  Mike has seen him eat a brick.  It’s cool, but pointless.  Gloop’s okay, though: like a gentle giant.

Mike is not gentle.  

Physically he’s…well a sort of long skinny mess, but his tongue is sharp.  That never tangles.  It gets him both into and out of trouble.

Ethel makes him trip and slink to school the same time she does: earlier than the rest of the students.  She doesn’t escort him to his classes, at least: she doesn’t have to.  She always knows where he is.  He doesn’t totally mind having the extra minutes of peace to sort out his own limbs and try to get comfortable before Gloop and the rest of the world shows up.  His knees still fight him sometimes.

It’s not enough, though.  His mom may know where he is at all times, but that doesn’t mean she can shut him up, and the result is: a near constant stay in detention.

Usually it’s just him, and Mr. Wonka (who Mike is sure hates him more than any other teacher there is or has ever been).

Today is different.  Today there is a girl.

Mike doesn’t know her, but Mike doesn’t really know anybody.  Mike does know she’s not a sidekick.

Mike also has eyes and can see that she’s…dressed like a ballerina.  Those shoes and skirts they wear and everything.  Mike’s no ballerina, but he’s pretty sure wearing those shoes just walking around wrecks them.  There is also a crown perched on top of her head, nestled in her blonde curls.

She looks completely insane.

Wonka has left them alone to deal with some sort of accident in the gym.  Mike stares at the back of Princess Tutu’s (as he has decided to call her) head and wonders what she did to end up here.  She probably didn’t hack Krystal Ballz’s facebook page too, but: who knows.

The blonde girl turns slowly in her seat.  She is petite enough to fit comfortably into a normal desk, and she turns with the sort of grace Mike does not think he ever possessed and certainly does not now.  She looks him up and down (and up, and up).  Mike tries and fails to shrink deeper into his hoodie.

“What,” she asks (and she pronounces it like ‘vhat’, because she has a significant Russian accent), “are you supposed to be, some kind of super-noodle?”

He glares at her.

“No,” he mutters.  “What are you supposed to be, s-…”

And he has a beautiful biting insult on the tip of his tongue, but she cuts him off.

“Veruca,” she says, as if that should mean anything.

“What’s a Veruca?” He asks, as if he doesn’t care, which he mostly doesn’t.

Her eyes darken.

“VER-u-CA,” she repeats, practically seething.  And then (shoving her well-sculpted nose into the air and everything).  “Greatest super-heroine and heir to peanut and other fortunes.”

She tosses her long blonde locks.

Mike stares at her flatly.

“Never heard of you,” he says.  

(He hasn’t, although he would have said the same thing regardless because she seems like the kind of person who would be bothered by that sort of thing.)

(She is.)

Her eyes darken.

“Go get me Dr. Pepper,” she says, beginning to turn back around in her seat.

Mike doesn’t move (obviously.)

“Uh, how about: no?” He says.

She turns back towards him.  Her own eyes narrow.

“Get me Dr. Pepper, now,” she says, more forcefully.

“Just because I’m a side-kick doesn’t make you the boss of me,” he argues.

Her eyes dart towards the door.

“Go to door,” she says, sounding less sure of herself.

“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno,” he says.  “N.  O.  No.  Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever you say: no.”

He was totally right: she’s totally nuts.

She stares at him.  Her mouth hangs open.

“…nobody says no to Veruca Salt,” she says.

That’s her power, he realizes.  That’s her power, and for some reason it doesn’t work on him.

He sits back in his chair as much as he is able to (which isn’t much) and folds his long freakish arms across his chest.

“I’m not nobody,” he says, smirking at her surprise.  And then jerks his head back as she practically climbs onto his desk.

She kneels on her seat, elbows on his desk, chin in her hands.  Her toes point and kick at the air behind her head.

“What is your name, Noodle?” she purrs.  

“Why should I tell you?” He asks, cockily.

She claps in delight.  He wonders if nobody really does ever say no to her.  Maybe it gets old, but he honestly can’t relate.

“Mike Teavee,” he tells her.  She doesn’t seem disappointed, he supposes, because he has told her on his own.

“What do you dooooooooo?” She continues to purr.

His smirk fades.

“You’re looking at it,” he mutters.

She’s looking at him.  He doesn’t like it.

She’s upside-down, suddenly.  He’s not sure how.  She’s executed some move and he’s looking at her pink-clad calves and feet.  The rest of her hangs underneath her chair.  He tries to inch his own feet back.  There’s no room.

Her hands grab at his skinny ankles.  He yelps.  She yanks.  She pulls his feet until they are almost under her desk, where her feet would be, if she wasn’t doing gymnastics.

“This is better,” she says, having arranged him so his knees are no longer pressed against the underside of his table.

She’s right: it is more comfortable.

She’s still upside down.

“…I am the stuck,” she admits.

He reaches out (easily), and pulls her left leg.

Her left leg comes off in his hand.  

He yelps again and drops the detached limb.  She does a one-legged sideways cartwheel, grabs her own leg, and pops it back into place with practiced ease.

He’s staring at her.  She doesn’t seem to mind.

“It’s, uh, supposed to do that?” He asks.

“I also can fly,” she tells him, crossing her ankles over her desk and laying back across his table with a grin.

He shoves his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“I stretch,” he admits.

“More than this?” She asks.  She seems…impressed.  He shrugs.

“Sure,” he tells her.  Even if he doesn’t like to.  Just in case.  He could get stuck even…taller.

She does another of her moves.  She’s sitting on her desk now.  It makes them almost the same height.

“And what else?”

‘Nothing,’ he’s about to say.

“Computers,” he says, instead.

She cocks her head.

“A power?” She asks.

He shakes his head; tries not to look as disappointed as he always feels when he thinks about it.  He shouldn’t have even said anything, maybe.  His fingers…

“You are smart,” she says.  Something behind her eyes looks…he isn’t sure.  Predatory?  “If you are so smart, why are you here?”

He snorts.

“Because Krystal Ballz-…”

Veruca hisses like a cat.

“…thinks she’s pretty funny.  So I made some of her private jokes public.  So, you know, everybody could laugh at what she says about them.”

She is grinning.

“This was you.”

It’s not a question.  

“You are funny,” she tells him.

He sits just a tiny bit taller.

“So why are you here?” He asks her.

She sighs.

“I do not like the sidekick I am assigned,” she says.  “He makes lewd jokes.  He is not funny.  So I take my arm-…”

She removes one of her arms at the shoulder.

“…and I slap him.”

She slaps lightly at the arm between them with her detached arm. 

“Apparently this is frowned upon in your country,” she says, rolling her eyes.

His mouth twitches.  He almost laughs.  Maybe more than almost.

A bell rings.  They both glance at the clock.  The detention period is over.  They are free to go.

She dismounts her desk.  He starts to gather his legs.  She’s standing beside him before he has a handle on them.  She comes up to about his chin when he is sitting.

“I will tell them to assign you to me,” she says.

He opens his mouth, only for her to press a finger against it, silencing him.

“Nobody says no to Veruca Salt,” she reminds him.  She rises up onto the very tips of her toes like the dancer she is, and presses her lips against his cheek.  She pirouettes around while he’s still reeling.  She literally flies out of the door, arms outstretched like Superman, if Superman had a pink handbag slung casually over his shoulder.

Mike sits in stunned silence.  Ethel appears a moment later, looking slightly frazzled.

“That girl needs to look where she’s flying,” his mother complains.  She frowns at something on Mike’s face.

“Did she make you do something?” She asks.

Mike shakes his head and gets to his feet.  Slinks past his mother.  Almost hits his head on the door frame.  Doesn’t.    

“Michael?” His mother prompts.

Mike rolls his eyes.

“Laugh, mom,” he says.  “She made me laugh.”

#charlie and the chocolate factory #catcf broadway #fanfic #mike teavee #veruca salt

[dw-writes]

Hey!! So I was wondering if you would be okay writing a scenario. About Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinsou finding out that they all have the same soulmate -fem reader? (with like the writing on skin soulmate au?) Because she takes notes on her left arm and always has doodles of all sorts of flowers and paint smears on her right arm. Even thought they are annoyed they all secretly love her doodles and knowing what she's up to. (1/2)

She’s in the support class (even though her quirk is strong enough to be in 1A) and makes hero outfits and what not but has really poor grades and almost failed the entrance exam because some kids from her middle school bully her so bad that they sabotage her work all the time. She’s picked on because she has villian parents and because she doesn’t want to fight people - with or without her quirk - for no reason, even if they hurt her and because of it has just become really shy and docile (2/3)So the three boys have to figure out how to handle each other after finding out while all trying to impress the reader, maybe also helping her with the assholes? Angst but with a happy ending? I’m so sorry this is so long!! I just had so many little ideas for it 😶 If you don’t like it you can just ignore it, no worries! I’ll still buy you coffee when I can for your other amazing stories! ❤️ (3/3)

NONNIE I LOVE THIS?!?! THIS IS SO SWEET??? Honestly I’m so thrilled that I wrote this for you and I would love to write more for it if you’d like!!! This is gonna be so much fun!! :D I really hope that you enjoy it, really!!

Bakugo had waited far toolong for school to end, rubbing the blue smudge on his bicep as he tried hishardest to pay attention to the lesson. It was pantone color 2925 U, he knewthat much, in the shape of a delicate finger. He’d compared it to his mom’shand one day, just decided out of the blue (groan) to check and see. He glancedacross the room to Todoroki a few seats away. With the short sleeved uniform,Bakugo could see the smudge on Todoroki’s arm: pantone color 2925 U. His smudgewas a little fatter than Bakugo’s. The blonde looked up from Todoroki’s arm tofind the same pensive look on Icy Hot’s face that was probably on his own:confusion.

Bakugo was the first outthe door when the last bell rang. He waited in front of the school, pacing, bagover his shoulder. Todoroki was hovering nearby, leaning against the wall witha heavy sigh. It took too long, almost an hour, but the third member of theirparty finally walked through the front doors of the school: Shinsou Hitoshi.His mark was harder to see, but thicker given what part of the hand it had tobe from; a thumb sized smudge on the inside of his bicep.

Pantone color 2925 U.

Bakugo stomped up to him,making Shinsou stop cold. “We gotta have a talk.”

“This may come as asurprise, but I don’t actually have to listen to you,” Shinsou replied. Hestepped around Bakugo and ran right into a waiting Todoroki.

The boy frowned as heregarded the taller student. “We think we all have a similar interest,”Todoroki said slowly.

Shinsou released a slowsigh. “And what is that?” he asked. Both Todoroki and Bakugo turned their armsout, showing the matching colored finger prints on their biceps. Shinsoufrowned, then shrugged off his bag, then turned his own arm out. “It’s the samecolor,” he murmured.

Bakugo grunted as hedropped his arm, “Yeah. It is. Think it belongs to the same hand.”

Todoroki ran a handthrough his hair. “It must mean we have the same soulmate.”

Shinsou snorted at thatand pushed between the two boys. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Uraraka!”

The three boys glancedtowards the door at the sound. It was a surprise to hear someone this late atschool, but there you stood next to the brown haired heroine, talkinganimatedly about something. Your uniform was a disaster. Actually, you were acomplete disaster. It was almost laughable. Your left arm was completelycovered in ink, be it words, doodles, numbers or notes. Your right arm was acolorful array of paint. Same with your uniform. Uraraka smiled as she steppedthrough the front doors with you. You reached into your bag and stopped almostten feet from the boys, retrieving your hand from the bag.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed.Paint was stuck to your fingers, coated them in a soft blue. You knelt and upturnedyour bag, sending a few other paint covered items across the sidewalk before asquished paint tube fell out after it.

Your fingers drifted toyour right bicep.

“You’ll stain your shirt!”

You looked up at thewords as you rubbed the paint over your bicep. Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinsouall froze as they stared at the mark. They would recognize that color anywhere:pantone color 2925 U.

Your right hand driftedto the inside of your wrist, to four words that had been there for as long asyou could remember as you stared at the three of them. Uraraka was using herskirt to help clean off some of your things.

Bakugo stalked over anddropped his bag to the ground. “Round face, you’ll stain your skirt,” hegrunted. He picked up the items on the ground and glanced back at Todoroki. “IcyHot, c’mere. Maybe you can help clean these off.”

Uraraka asked if youwould be okay, eyeing Bakugo with distrust as she stood. “If I find out youpicked on her, Bakugo, you’re gonna regret it!”

“What, ya gonna make mefloat to the stratosphere?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Heignored Shinsou as the purple haired boy knelt beside you.

Uraraka stomped her foot.“Yeah. I will. I’ve got a laundry list of bullies to deal with and you’ll be atthe top if you do anything wrong to her!”

“Uraraka, please, I’mokay!” you stuttered. You waved your hands, the paint cracking along your skin.She took your hands in hers. “My classmates just like playing jokes. That’sall. It’s really not a big deal, okay?”

“But it is a big deal.Everyone here is on an equal playing field, it’s not fair that they pick onyou,” she said. She pulled you to your feet and grinned. “If you want, you cancome with me to Gunhead’s gym! We can both teach those bullies what for!”

You declined, all tooaware of the three boys holding your things and watching you. Uraraka squeezedyour hands and leveled each of them with a spine chilling glare. “If I hearanything, you’ll all be sorry. Got it?” When they muttered an agreement, herbubbly smile returned and she left you in their care.

You squirmed as theirstares burned into your back. You turned to them, finding inquisitive stares. “Yes?”

Shinsou was the first tospeak. “You’re in the support class, right?” he asked. You nodded. “I rememberseeing you at the sports festival. You’re really good but you didn’t get far.”

You fidgeted and tookyour things, shoving them back in your ruined bag. “I am, yes. I should gethome, it’s getting late,” you stuttered out.

“You take the train,”Todoroki pointed out. He had started moving after you as you made your way tothe front gates of the school. Bakugo and Shinsou trailed after. “So do we. Howabout we walk together.”

Bakugo shrugged andwalked faster to catch up. “Why not. You can tell us about those bullies RoundFace was talkin’ ‘bout,” he commented.

You shook your head. “It’sokay! Really, I don’t want to cause trouble.”

Shinsou stepped next toyou with a tired smile. He pointed to your wrist, where their first words werecarefully scrawled around it. “You’re stuck with trouble. Sorry,” he said. Youblushed as you rubbed the mark. The ink around it faded but the words stuck. Yoursoulmate mark. “Are you actually getting bullied?” he asked softly.

You made a sound andlooked down, watching your feet. “Kids from my school got in with me…spreadrumors,” you mumbled.

Todoroki squinted at youfrom your right side. His face filled with clarity. “You’re the girl with thevillain parents,” he stated. Your hands curled into fists. “Right?” he asked.

Bakugo growled in frontof you. “Who gives a shit about parents?!” he shouted. He looked back at you. “Yougot into this school based on you. All those fucks can shove it up their assesif they think they’re better just because you drew the short straw on yourfamily!”

“I’m surprised you can benice, Bakugo.”

“The fuck did you say tome, Icy Hot!? We can throw down rightnow.”

“I’ll use my quirk on youboth if you don’t stop fighting with each other…”

You stared at the threeas they argued, their arms catching your attention with the bright blue finger prints.You smiled and waved your hands. “Hey, we’re gonna miss the train if you keepthat up!” you squeaked. They stared at you with a variety of looks. You trappedBakugo’s and Todoroki’s fingers in one hand and Shinsou’s hand in the other andtugged them back. “You can tell me about yourselves on the walk, okay? Withoutfighting?” you asked.

They dragged their feetbut relented as a brilliant smile crossed your face. How could they say no?

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shoto #reader insert #Anonymous #bnha requests

[khunvegas]

Malec Fanfic Rec! 2.0

Here I am again with a list too long for those who are Malec Trash.

Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.

And all the love to these amazing writers that can bring everything above and more with just a few words and make you sit still until the end of the chapter and make you want more

My stalking skills are a little rusty and there’s a few authors that I could’t find their blog. So, for whoever read this and knows the author and tag them, that would be very much appreciated.

A Kind of Magic by thegaminebruise

"I'm a warlock."

"Are we roleplaying? Because you know I’m down, but I would really like some time to prepare and, like, flesh out my character, maybe write down some major story points. I don’t know if –”

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Or, Magnus tells Alec about his magic.

A Lesson in Love by CobaltCorvus

Alec should have known he was doomed from the moment he decided to ask Magnus Bane for help.

A Tail to Tell by CobaltCorvus

Magnus dresses like a work of art, there's always something new to see every time you look, and Alec is a tad disappointed he didn't notice this little detail before.

Animal by lbrt_audrey

Based on the song Animals, by Maroon 5.

Magnus description of Alec, his touch, his body ... everything that made him feel.

As long as there's the two of us, we've got the world and all it's charms. By Taliehere

And when the world is through with us, we've got each other's arms ~

At first Alec doesn't notice, but Clary does.

Better for You by @zrdu

Magnus' and Alec's relationship comes to a sudden halt when Maryse interferes. They both try to cope without each other.

Blame The Tequila by @scarlett-ice

Alec took a sip of his coffee as he tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.

It was Magnus’.

He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane. He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.

Caffeinated Wolves by @softmagnusbane

“They’re really good” finally turning to face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes, surely a model on the side...maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.

Coffee Shop Dalliance by @imawriteriwrite

Everyone who worked at and frequented J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.

Also known as: the one where Magnus and Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight months and Isabelle is tired of it.

Devotion by @jezthemadficster

Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life ...private. The mystery surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.

Differences by @theonetruenorth

Five times that Alec is taller/bigger than Magnus and one time he isn’t.

Five People That Heard Magnus' Ringtone for Alec and One Time Alec Heard It Himself (and Shared His Own) by darkangel86

The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to hear Magnus' ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it finally happened.

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuaryforalluniverses

He, Alec Lightwood, had just sent his boss, Magnus Bane, a dick pic. Of someone else’s dick.

Fleeing the country would not even begin to be enough of a response to this.

Glitter and Misunderstandings by Torius Armitage (VictoriaSkyeMarsters)

He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat, realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love, like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be found.

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In other words, Pride and Prejudice drenched in glitter.

Hard Choices by heartsdesire456

Even before arriving at the house where Clary and Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.

Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.

Hold On, We're Going Home by @unorthodoxpartofyourworld

At Esther's request, Alec begins his foray into the mundane world so he can be a believable Matthew Daddario.

He sees something he can't really unsee.

(This is a companion piece to Soul Glitch, you should probably go read that first so you generally understand what's going on. Takes place right after Chapter 3)

Honey, i'm home by Shorty

Magnus gives him a once over as he steps out of the elevator, and for a second Alec lets himself believe that it’s flirtatious.

Of course, that’s all dashed seconds later as Magnus disappears through the door to his apartment with a loud, happy, “babe, I’m home!”

...

Or, in which misunderstandings are made.

Hoodie by @alec-dark-wood 

It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.

Hopefully it's Enough by onihunter305

Magnus could tell something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took care of the man he loved.

I can do that by @softmagnusbane

Prompt: soulmate au where the first time you touch you both get a vivid mental image of the other’s biggest kink.

I Love You, Too by parabacrybaby

This takes place the morning after the morning of the battle in the winter finale of season 2A.

I'll make you (beg for mercy) by thesorrowoflizards

Magnus wears body glitter. Alec appreciates this very, very much.

Inspired by combining three one-word prompts: softly, strawberries, and glitter

It's nothing by @steakandvodka 

Alec is pretty sure someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn't sure if it's an innocent kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that. -- In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet cat and bring it home to Magnus.

Kids in the Kitchen by @perpetual-j0urney

“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said, after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer. “No”. More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”

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Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn't let their child crawl into a lion's cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn't bring their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.

Kiss With A Fist by @clockworkswans

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble. Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern. In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together? Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really). Enemies to friends to lovers.

Never felt that type of fear before by creativitea

The risk of his heart in Magnus's hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to know; even if it's a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the risk of it being out in the open.

New Neighbor by Chrystie, kate882

Alec Lightwood isn't the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously attractive so he makes an effort. It's too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec is married to his best friend.

Nobody says that anymore by vomitingwords

Magnus is over 300 years old and Alec is okay with that. Sometimes more often than not

Oh darling (put your arms around me) by thesorrowoflizards

Also known as: Six times Magnus doesn't dare initiate physical affection, two times he doesn't even think about it

Pardon the Interruption by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

But one thing they could never seem to fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.

So that’s what this vacation had been about, three weeks away, just the two of them.

Prettiest person in the world by @katychan666 

(A fanfic inspired by the prettiest person in the world post on tumblr)

Alec making Magnus speechless with his smugness for the first time :)

Pretty Thoughts by @rosegoldhell 

After being homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as he thinks.

Put the heat on if you’re cold by @ohlafraise

Alec pulled back the delicate tissue paper and looked in the box. Oh. Okay.

Or: Alec isn’t attracted to women, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to femininity.

Save it by onihunter305

Magnus knew something wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander, she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.

Secrets Told at 2am by AdorkaGabe

Alec can't stand it. He has to get out. The roof isn't far enough. He goes to Highland Park in Brooklyn and meets an interesting confidant in a glittery Warlock.

(Or what happens when Alec meets Magnus BEFORE they met at Magnus' Loft.)

Shaky Ground, Stabilized by onihunter305

Alec had once been told that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.

So He Told You About That? By @bcnedrah

Magnus' face in 2x08 when talking with Jace about sleeping with Alec was a face of sex gone wrong.

Someone should kill the sun by MsEnny

“You know, Mags. Last night I had a kind of revelation.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I-… I know it’s late, but I realized, stupidly, that I never really told you how much I love you.”

Magnus didn’t talk anymore. He didn’t have to.

Stay Here Forever by @imawriteriwrite

A year before, they didn't even know each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they could be "just fuck buddies". Things went downhill. Things went uphill.

Now, it's been months since Magnus Bane (head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it's Valentine's Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each other.

Based on the cheesy line "I've caught feelings. I hear it's contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed all day." Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.

Addicted To You Valentines Day!

The Drunk Giraffe, Alec Lightwood by just_a_winchester

Drunk Alec tries to break into Magnus's apartment.

The Kissing Booth by @hornedqueenofhell

Alec will 100% totally and completely blame this on Magnus

The Lightwood-Bane Saga by @achilleanragnor

Alec and Magnus come out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they never expected. aka 3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one time they made sure the media understood

The people that matter by @steakandvodka

“God, you two are so in love it’s disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.

They were stunned into silence when all Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in agreement.

The time Magnus Bane got drunk by @katychan666

It's Alec's birthday and Magnus threw him a party, at which he drank... a lot, even more than he usually has. This ends up with him turning into an emotional and over-dramatic mess.

The Trouble with Words by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

There’s just something about Magnus Bane that makes people feel safe. Cared for. Loved.

And Alec would fight for that till his last dying breath, not just for himself, but for others, too. He just never knows how to tell Magnus that because, while he loves to read, he hates words.

The trouble with words is that they always fail him, and Magnus is too important to him to lose simply because he said something stupid.

The truth, for you by @serendipitiness

He’d meant it – he still means it, and he thinks he’ll mean it forever – but Alec never wants to have to say it like that again.

(or how Alec tells Magnus he loves him the second time, the way he really wants to)

Touch Me by wordsmithraven

When Alec starts to question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and Alec's own siblings are put on the spot. It's a conversation a long time coming but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?

Two's company, three's a whole lot of Alec Lightwood eye rolls by all_stories_are_truth_and_lies

This was just all so new, Magnus and he, Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn't always succeed in moving his and Magnus's relationship to the next step.

‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.

One-shot set post episode 2.06 Malec trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.

Underneath by @sfjessii

“You already know everything.” Alec whispers but Magnus is alerted instantly, his eyes open, craning his neck to get a glimpse of Alec’s face.

He stays quiet, merely squeezing Alec’s hand to try and soothe him. Alec’s sigh rips right through Magnus and he wishes he could pull him into himself to protect him from any harm.

What's It Gonna Be by @lemonoclefox

Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.

(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU no one asked for)

#shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfiction #malec fanficition #malec fanfic #malec #fanfiction #fanfic #malec fanfic rec #all the love to the authors #shadowhunters tv #malec au #malec canon divergence #malec writing goodies #this post is too long #the hell #malec being domestic and shit #all the love to malec #a lot of angst #a lot of fluff #malec being angsty #malec being as sweet as candy #stop the unnecesary drama in the fandom and read this #my fanfic recs

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Thriller Novels From The Page To The Silver Screen

By Stephen Lee

Today's hectic lifestyle leaves little time to relax with a book. Intent and television have replaced the humble printed word and video games are more likely than a book. People are still writing and there is plenty to be found on the internet. Thriller novels are great favorites and often get made into films. Many of the best authors in this genre have their work adapted for the cinema. The format lends itself to the silver screen with tension, a hero and often a love interest as well. While the film makers often do justice do the book and produce an entertaining film, there are many instances where the book is still better. A book allows the reader to form their own image of the characters and scenes. The author can use description and language to conjure up the stunning landscapes or gory details of a crime scene. The reader's mind can imagine everything whereas on screen this task is done by the director or special effects team and the imagination is made redundant. The heroines and heroes of these novels who discover plots for world domination or catch serial killers can become like one of the family. Many feature in a whole series of books and their character is revealed to the reader so you know how they are likely to react in any situation. Their looks are burned into the brain with phrases like buzz cut hair or tangled sun bleached locks. When a well loved character is transferred to the silver screen sometimes the casting seems a little odd if you have read the books. The five foot three actor might bring in a good audience, but the character is clearly described as being a foot taller. The bad guy should be Irish not have an Australian accent. These deviations from the original can make you wonder if the producers have even read the book. In some instances a movie can encourage someone to read the original work. This is a fantastic for authors to gain a new audience from the movie going public. Once introduced to the genre, the new reader may try other authors or more books in the same series. Whether fiction or factual material, reading can improve spelling, grammar and broaden a person's outlook on life. Most books are published both in hardcopy and an online format. There are bookstores online where you can either purchase hardcopy by mail order or get the online version. They offer user reviews and synopsis so you have an idea of the style and story before you buy. As a regular customer they will also offer choices you might like or suggests things other people are reading. There are many applications that can be downloaded to your phone or tablet so you can red anywhere anytime. Some of the sites offering e-books will offer new authors work free so that they and the author can get feedback. Classic books that are no longer copyrighted can also be found. Some of the best thrillers are ones written in the 19th century.

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More writings of a tired, caffeinated man

The guards led me through the hallways of the ancient cavern.  They were beneath the ancient Lake Biwa.  The most famous lake in central Japan; much like my patrons, the lake had witnessed much of the history of this land.  A massive lake that once bordered several provinces in ancient times, held a single, solitary island in the middle. Beneath this island lay secrets that humanity had long since forgotten about.

Kagemusha.

Shadow Warriors.

This elite sect of warriors fought the shadows from within the shadows.

Humans had forgotten the role these important heroes and heroines played in shaping the history of the Land of the Rising Sun.  I had forgotten too.

But the funny thing about one’s lineage—it is hard to run from.  My lineage was steeped in the Kagemusha, and for all the running my grandparents did after the war, it was not enough.

All the way to the USA they ran; two oceans, three continents, and thousands of miles.  Yet here I stood, in my ancestral homelands, deep beneath the surface of the seemingly perfect land.  I had always dreamed to come back, but not like this.  This was not how I had imagined fate would bring me here.

The two guards stood much taller than I ever could; almost seven feet by my estimates.  To accommodate their increased height, the ceilings were at least ten feet tall, carved from the natural stone of the Earth.

As I walked down the hallways, following my guards garbed in what seemed to be a highly advanced exoskeleton of metal and machinery.  I could not see their faces, but what seemed to be their hair sprouted from a small hole at the back of their helmets.

Long, banded ponytails wrapped in cloth hung down to their knees, swaying gracefully behind them.  The tip of their ponytails held within it, two hooked blades that jutted out from the sides.  The ponytail provided both function and fashion, it seemed.

As I was escorted down the hallway towards my unknown destination, I witnessed scrolls, hung beautifully and evenly across the walls.  Long scrolls with elaborate paintings upon them of great heroes and mighty beasts.  Yokai and demons battled the heroes of the Kagemusha; men and women who bravely fought for the greater good.

The farther down the hall I walked, the older the paintings seemed to be.  I recognized battles and images from other famous depictions.  

Osaka.

Sekigahara.  

The Imjin War.

Shizugatake.

Honno-ji.

Odawara.

Okehazama.

Dan-no-ura.

Ichi-no-tani.

Shishi-no-tani.

Names were written on the massive hanging scroll, and dates.  Colours and vibrancy made the images almost come to life. It was beautiful.

Whoever had painted this wall scroll had put time and dedication into telling the story of the Kagemusha.  Little did I know I would soon meet the artist herself.

Finally the hallway ended and I was escorted into a rectangular room lit by a fireplace and several wall torches.  At the centre of the room, a massive stone table stood, lined with cushions. Of course I’d be sitting on the floor.

I was forcibly sat upon the cushion nearest the door I had been forcibly shoved through.  Within moments the armoured guards disappeared behind the sliding door that led to the meeting room, and shut it behind them.

Through the silhouettes in the doors I could see that they remained on guard outside the door, ever vigilante, as if they expected to be attacked at any second.

I had been waiting not minutes before the other door slid open to reveal a retinue of handmaidens, each armed with a naginata and a quiver of arrows.

They dressed much like Shrine Maidens would, but with more purpose, and a greater intent on going into battle.  These handmaidens wore red hakama, two legged bottoms that appeared as skirts but were closer to baggy pants.  And white gi, their robes folded left over right, with long billowing sleeves that no doubt contained even more weaponry.

The women were tall, not as tall as the men who had escorted me, but well above six feet; at least six and a half if not more.  Their skin was pale and their features sharp and slender, attractive and beautiful.

From what little I could see of their faces, I could tell these women were beautiful beyond normal human standards.

Their hair came in ponytails trailing behind them, bouncing from their width and weight.  Red, silver, platinum, silver, blonde, white.  These colours trailed behind the girls as they walked.

Their thick ponytails were bound and decorated with metal rings of gold, silver and red, their meanings lost to my ignorance.

The only thing about them that unsettled me, aside from their eerie silence, was their eyes.  Covered by strips of black cloth and…glowing with a white, otherworldly light from beneath.

I looked away from the handmaidens as they lined the walls, standing on guard to protect…something.

Then I looked upon their leader, and bowed my head instantly in respect.

She stood tall, over seven feet; taller than even the guards just outside the door.

She was slender, dressed in the finest of billowing robes.  Yet despite the intricacy of the heavy, silk robes, it looked as if this women would have no trouble fighting off an army on her own.

She carried in one hand, a massive, black metal staff.  It was plain, but looked weighty and deadly.

Her features were much like those of her handmaidens.  Sharp.  Her chin, her noise—sharp with slender lines and definition.  She was incredibly beautiful and looked no older than I, and yet she carried the burden of one much older than she.

The woman’s eyes were gold, like her long hair that trailed behind her, dragging several feet on the floor behind her.  She bore no pupils, with just golden disks surrounded by white sclera.

Her skin was pale like the moon and shone with radiance in the limited firelight.

She smiled.  Laughed. Her voice like a melody sung upon the sweetest flutes dipped in honey and gilded with gold.  She was the embodiment of grace, elegance and beauty.

Kaguya.  Empress Kaguya.  That was what I soon learned her name to be.  She was leader of the Tsuki-jin, the Moon People.

“My dear child,” she spoke gently to me, “You look upon my beauty and admire it…yet if you knew how old I truly was, you could shriek and call me an old hag.”

The women chuckle in a kind, yet demure way.  She sounded as if she had played this game for years.  The game played by nobles and high-society; the game of talking with two tongues.

Kaguya played this game well; she had mastered it in her many years of playing. I, being but a normal peasant compared to her, frowned, unable to respond in like kind.

I bowed.  Low, my forehead almost touching the table.  “Forgive me, I did not mean offence.”

Kaguya smiled.  Her features then transformed from one of kindness to seriousness.  Her brows furrowed, her mouth frowned—though not unkindly—and she looked at me as if she was inspecting my very soul.

“You are rough around the edges, but training will fix that child,” she said softly, her voice the gentle blowing of the wind upon the boughs of a willow, “You know why you are here?”

“Because I am Kagemusha by blood,” I responded, knowing only what my captors had told me.

“Because you are one of the few who can still say that,” frowned Kaguya, “In all my three thousand years on this planet, I never thought I would see the day where the cause against the demons went so poorly that we had to begin enlisting the children of deserters.”

Even when she seemed upset, I could not help but desire to throw myself at her feet and beg for mercy, for forgiveness—for her love.

I soon learned this was part of her natural defences.  It was a spell she had used upon herself, to throw her enemies off guard and gut them like a fish when they were not paying attention.  This combined with her exotic looks and natural beauty had been the demise of many the weaker mind.

She was testing me that day.  I am glad to say I passed—for I did resist.

“Child, do you even understand what the word Kagemusha means?” she asked me, standing up, the shadows of the fire dancing upon her face.

“My Japanese is rusty, I’ll admit,” I bowed again, “I know what they are though. Kagemusha hunt demons.”

“Kagemusha hunt the shadows.  The very evil that allows demons to exist,” explained Kaguya, her lips pursed tightly but her voice still like sweet nectar to my senses, “Kagemusha--Kage meaning shadow, musha meaning warrior.  We are a Shadow Warriors, and the meaning is two fold.  We fight the shadows from the shadows.  We use the power of the demons against them—the necessary evil.”

I remained silent.  The logs in the fire popped and crackled as the flames danced and licked the stone confines of the fireplace and heated the hearth.

“You will learn everything there is to learn about being Kagemusha,” Kaguya said, smiling like a cat about to pounce on a fat, sleeping pigeon, “And you will learn as your predecessors have.”

I sat there, I said nothing, I did nothing.  I locked eyes with Kaguya, and my vision blurred.  I could not move, or talk, or anything.  I sat there as I entered her mind’s eye.  There she showed me things—many things.  She showed me three thousand years of history and beyond. Things that to this day, I dare not wonder on for fear of madness.

For in life, I’ve learned that the gods and all the spirits rarely make sense to us humans.  Their reasons lay a mystery to us—their plans, our fates, known only to them. Why and when and how, that is the thinking of beings far beyond us, and I do not envy them.

You see, my child, our story starts with the gods above.  Izanami and Izanagi—those who created this very world from a spear and some mud.  Listen close, it’s not a tale that can be easily understood by idle minds.