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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

Consolidating all of my Astarion fics here (and if I end up writing for anyone else it will also go here)

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Astarion

I Come With Knives Masterlist - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: This fic deals with a lot of heavy themes. Read warnings on fic

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In The Moonlight - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: Cazador, mentions of past abuse, mentions of biting, vague implications of sex, like one swear

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My Sunshine - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: alcohol use, swearing, grief/mourning, blood, injury, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort

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All The Gentle Things - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: referenced blood sucking, touch-starved Astarion

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For A Cuddle? - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: mentions of dried blood, referenced blood drinking and hunting

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My Moonlight (Part 2 to My Sunshine) - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: Blood, grief, anxiety, nausea, hurt/comfort. READ FULL CW LIST ON POST

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I’m All Yours - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

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To Touch You - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: touch-adverse descriptions of touch, hurt/comfort themes

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Designated Lockpicker - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: one swear word, reference to Astarion’s past abuse, mention of a terrible texture, innuendos

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Dear Pet (AO3 only) - Astarion x Tav/Reader

SMUT Warnings: slight overstimulation, choking, blood drinking

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You Hate Me - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of joint pain, insecurity, crying, possibly OOC, clown mention

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The Sound of Being Loved - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: some hurt/comfort, talk about The Scar™️

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In Your Silence (I Hear You) - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: going through a busy crowd, brief mention of nails digging into skin, some sensory issues (touch, sound)

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I’ve Got You - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: fever, fever chills

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I Love You - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

SMUT Warnings: non-descriptive sex, dealing with trauma, swearing, love confessions

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You Have A Type, Don’t You? - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: innuendos, minor references to sex, the barest hints of jealousy

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Shut Up - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: swearing, anger

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Thank You - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: alcohol use

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A Cruel Trick - AO3 - Astarion & gn!Tav

Warnings: angst, blood, injury, references to past abuse, open-ended

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Aftercare - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: barest hint of possible angst if you squint, references to sex

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Get Up Goddamn You! - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: death, blood, heavy angst, swearing, bittersweet ending

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Naked But Safe - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: non-consensual undressing (by Raphael), slight arguing, swearing, trauma

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Every Time I Make Love In Your Shape, You Will Know - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: This fic has themes of rape and non-con. Read warnings on fic

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Fondness In Your Eyes - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

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To Ease Your Burden - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: chronic pain

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You Are Full Of Surprises, Aren’t You? - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: knife throwing, height difference

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What He Wants - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: sex mentions, references to past abuse/trauma, loss of sense of self

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Your Stupid Face - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, bickering

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Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You) - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: manipulation

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You Sweet Thing - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: swearing, scratching

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Kisses Like Prayers - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

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You Can Take It - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

SMUT Warnings: overstimulation, swearing, crying

Fem and Masc versions on AO3

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May I Kiss You? - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: none

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You Deserve It - AO3 - Astarion x male!Tav/Reader

SMUT Warnings: swearing, references to sexual trauma

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I Want Nothing More - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: making out, grinding, swearing, references to voyeurism

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It's A Gift - AO3 - Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader

Warnings: vague references to trauma, self-doubt, swearing

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Rises The Moon - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: panic attack, ugly crying, protective Astarion

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Are You Sure You Want This? - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: nervousness

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Small Hands - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: references to violence, swearing, hurt/comfort

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I Will Always Choose You - AO3 - Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader (can be read as gn)

Warnings: fear of abandonment, alcohol/drinking, swearing

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Acid - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: descriptions of chemical/acid burns, descriptions of acid burning flesh, swearing, panicking, pain, blindness

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The Rescue of Magistrate Ancunin - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav (can be read as platonic or romantic)

Warnings: blood, injury, fear of death, descriptions of dying, swearing, descriptions of pain, angst

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Song Bird - AO3 - Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: references to sex, anxiety

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[terriblyrenderedenigma]

The Coveted Star

(A/n: This is my first little attempt at a little transformers blurb of Megatron x OC/Self insert who will be greatly elaborated upon in later posts. Just thought id dip my toes in the water here.)

Tags: Nonspecific Transformers continuity (As of current at least, leaning towards TFA, or maybe changing context and interaction before going earthspark) Description: Megatron trying to persuade a human turned unaffiliated bot into joining the Decepticons. Word Count: 637 Warnings: Probably ooc Megatron x Fem oc/self-insert; Probably confusing lore but will have an oc lore dump post laterrr; brief corpse mention but not serious; Religious Imagery - hell mention; slight xenophobia; eye strain because colored text; probably poor use of cybertronian anatomy

“Look at you! A great star in the sky among walking corpses with withering souls! You hold amazing power… it would be such a waste for you not to use it…” The dirtied grey mech held out his servo in offering to Aquarion, his broad digits scratched and deeply scarred from decades of fighting, of war. The sleek femme’s purple optics moved with trepidation from the dark flat palm of his servo, flitting across his dented plating until their optics met.

The crimson glow of his optics burned like the fires of hell that made old historians writhe in their sleep before vomiting their horrors onto withered pages in striking raven ink. If his passion was inferno, he burnt like the lake of fire he'd be condemned to for the sins he held heavy servo'd against his fellow kin. Palms bathed in enough energon alone to rejuvenate his dead and broken home...

“I cannot take a place at your side…” Aquarion’s soft tone breaks with static, vocalizer quickly correcting as she vents a heavy puff of steam. White plating shone like freshly fallen snow, violet bio-lights peeking out between the crevasses, the breaks in her armor.

Her frame ran hot. Wiring burning with unease much like the nerves that used to sting her once human flesh with sensations deeper than this by tenfold. “To take up my burdens and follow you would be to turn my back on the people that I used to be a part of.” As the words left her, a frown wormed its way across her faceplate.

“Used to. Have you not experienced the hateful gazes? The fear and scrutiny in their fleshy eyes as they look up at the form that has consumed you. Changed you-" The leader of the Decepticons arms swing out dramatically, gesturing to the femme in all her new glory. The body that held her conscious was strong and sturdy, powerful, volatile, capable! It would kill Megatron to see the potential in her circuits wasted on neutrality -- or worse, the Autobots. "-Named you Aquarion and chose you out of all your kind for a higher purpose! This is a gift... You are no longer one of them! You are one of us!” Megatron demands, the deep timbre of his voice echoing not only within the gears of his own chassis, but hers as well. There’s an echo of desperation, an anticipation to make her understand that things are not the same anymore, her life is no longer what it was and never will be again.

No longer human, but hot blooded cybertronian... "I can't-"

"Take my hand!" Megatron demands harshly now, thrusting his servo forward once more at her continued hesitance, the swift movement of his hand towards her making her massive wings flare in a defensive stir. "Take my hand, and I will show you greatness you've never known! Teach you who you were meant to be..." The roughness of his vocalizer tapering off into a tender request.

Why did he persist so strongly? Demand so insistently that she follow him? Go with him into the deep dark night into even more mystery?What fears would she have to conquer as her palm fit smoothly within his own?

What manipulation, scheming, plotting would she be forced to be a part of? The decepticons certainly weren't the kindest or truthful of all beings. But Megatron their great leader, strong, dangerous, downright terrifying to any normal human... Stood face to face with her and-

"Please."

His pleading, set in motives unknown sent her over. Aquarion relents and takes his servo firmly and without another thought.

"Alright then... why don't you show me what I can do?"

Aquarion knew not what path this choice would lead her, but she was sure of one thing. This was going to end terribly.

[phantomwithbreakfast]

~ The Frightmare Of Christmas ~

So uh. Even when we know Danny hates Christmas, right? And it doesn’t get any better in the future, right?

I came up with a Phan Fic story—Christmas edition. It popped in my head when I was wandering around in a book shop. And now I hate myself for writing it. Because every damn thing I write is so depressing and hurt and dark and angst! Why, oh why? And Danny is always the victim. He can’t be happy for once in his whole lifetime! It was supposed to be a ‘two sided’ one-shot, but of course, it didn’t last by a one-shot.

It’s not online yet. I don’t even know if I want to post it online tho.

But I’ll give you a teaser / spoiler.

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Genre: Angst / No Comfort / Pain

AU — OOC — very uncomfortable for that pang feeling, so beware! (that’s why I’m doubting for putting it online on FFN)

Trigger Warning: Emotional Distress — Violence — Graphic Content

Rating: T+ (or M due graphic content)

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Summary:

Surrounded by cheerful lights and carols, Danny faces another dark Christmas again. Battling with family ties and his mom’s shadow looming over him, he’s forced to confront the unbearable burden of his secrets and broken hope.

{It’s about a mad scientist that doesn’t know it’s her son in disguise laying on the examination table — the typical phandom dissect—no, vivisect story tho. Or am I wrong?}

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Teasers / spoilers / pieces:

~ Frozen Tears ~

(Prologue pieces)

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Danny’s POV.

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Suddenly, he was running. He bolted from the room, ignoring the startled looks from his mom and Jazz, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. The hallway blurred past him as he pushed through the front doors and into the freezing night air, his breath visible in sharp, frantic puffs. His heart felt like it was shattering, pieces falling away faster than he could hold them together.

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It hurt.

God, it hurt in ways he couldn’t describe.

His arms hung limp at his sides, his shoulders slumped forward as though he carried the weight of the world. His head drooped, and his white hair brushed against his forehead as the cold wind whipped past. Behind his eyes, a sharp sting burned, a signal of tears threatening to spill. He blinked rapidly, but it was no use.

Danny’s chest tightened, and he let out a shaky breath that turned to mist in the freezing air.

It wasn’t enough.

The wall broke.

His body gave out, the emotions were too heavy to bear. He plummeted from the sky like a broken bird, spiraling down until he hit the cold, snow-dusted asphalt with a muted thud. The chill of the ground seeped into his body as he lay there, motionless for a moment, unable to move.

Then, slowly, he curled into himself.

Danny rolled onto his left side, pulling his knees tightly to his chest. His arms wrapped around his upper body as if he were trying to hold himself together, his fingers gripping his biceps so hard it almost hurt. His face pressed into the crook of his arm, hiding his tear-streaked expression from the empty street around him. His body trembled, every shiver a reflection of the storm raging inside him.

He felt so small, so fragile, so broken. The world around him was silent, save for the faint sound of wind brushing against the empty street. The cold bit at his skin, but he didn’t care. The pain inside him drowned out everything else.

Danny hugged himself tighter, as if he could somehow protect what little was left of him. But he knew the truth. There was nothing to protect anymore.

Even though he tried to stop it—God, he tried—the hurt tore through him like a tidal wave. The tears spilled over, streaming down his face like an icy waterfall. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing them to stop, but it only made it worse.

A sharp sob escaped his throat, then another, until the quiet night was filled with the sound of his breaking. He cried out loud, each sob cutting through the cold air.

He wanted to stop.

He needed to stop.

But his body betrayed him, shaking uncontrollably, the wall he’d built to hold it all in was crumbling down and beyond repair.

The tears kept flowing, cold against his frozen cheeks. His chest heaved with the force of his cries, and no matter how tightly he clutched his arms or buried his face, he couldn’t contain it.

It wasn’t just crying—it was a complete collapse. His body trembled, his mind fractured, his heart ached, and his core felt like it was shattering into nothing. All of it was giving in to the pain he’d tried so hard to hide.

But he just couldn’t.

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Maddie’s POV.

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“Phantom?”

Maddie called again, her tone firmer this time, bordering on impatient. She didn’t wait for a response. Instead, she lifted her right boot and gave it a sharp kick in its back, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

It didn’t respond.

Not the way she expected. It didn’t lunge or lash out. It didn’t even look up. Instead, it let out a weak, shallow sound—a muffled sob—and its breathing came in uneven, cracking gasps.

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You belong to me now, Phantom.

Finally.

Her fingers tightened around the Fenton Thermos, the cool metal humming faintly in her grip. She could feel it—feel him—moving inside. Or was that her imagination? It didn’t matter. It was trapped now, contained. No more mocking escapes, no more clever tricks, no more illusions of control.

You thought you were so untouchable, didn’t you? And yet, here you are.

She traced the edge of the thermos with her thumb, a shiver running down her spine. What was it thinking in there? Was it afraid? Angry? Could ghosts even feel those things? Oh, how she longed to know. How she longed to make it feel those things.

Phantom was hers now, and hers only.

The ultimate head prize.

The climax of her work.

The thought of opening the thermos, of seeing it again, of watching it struggle against her containment—it made her breath hitch. But she wouldn’t rush. No, not yet. The anticipation was intoxicating, and she wanted to savor it.

Oh, the experiments I’ll conduct.

She could start with figuring out what made it function, the mechanism behind its being, what fueled its power. She’d extract every secret, every ounce of it, until there was nothing left for it to hide.

I’ll take you apart, Phantom. Piece by piece, layer by layer, I’ll strip you down until there’s nothing left but data—every secret, every fragment of what you are, cataloged and understood. And when I’ve wrung every answer from you, when there’s nothing left for you to hide... your existence will have served its purpose.

She hugged the thermos closer to her chest, the thrill of victory warming her even in the icy air. This was her moment.

But patience. Always patience. A good scientist knows not to rush.

Maddie’s smile widened as she turned back toward the car, cradling the thermos as her precious gift.

And now, she needed to find her son, her little boy, Danny.

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Plus, I’m still kind of learning how to write though. I mean, I started writing ‘real’ stories in August. So, that’s around four or five months. Wow!

I always try to write in first perspective, but in third person. Does that make sense?

I wrote three chapters in two days. Not revisioned or improved. Only the first one, the prologue. But! I need to read and probably revise, refine and polish it again and again and again. ‘Cause that’s how I am. And even… after posting something online, I still find mistakes. Frustrating!

And, I wanted to write a positive and a negative story. The difference and actions about Danny being not depressed, and Danny being depressed. But hey! Guess what lasted?

Probably, if it wasn’t a Christmas edition, the title would’ve been “Danny Didn’t Respond” or “He Didn’t Respond”.

Anyways, that was it.

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You can find my Phan Fics here.

[iwavroomiez]

contents; slightly awkward college freshmen, mentions of fomo, hajime being slightly ooc? maybe? written in second person, reader and hajime are cuties <33 reader is such an overthinker oh god. this is part 2 to this series. a/n; yippee!! tumblr let me fit the entire thing onto one post!!

consider leaving a like or reblog, if you enjoyed ! (and a follow if you want to keep up with the rest of this) (PART 1 HERE)

It'd been a week since you came to campus, your classes were to start in two days and you'd been a bit excited, to say the least. You'd been thinking about that guy at the party, you'd managed to catch him at the mess hall a few times. Not like you'd talked to him or anything, it'd have been too weird.

He probably spoke to a hundred other people at that party and told all of them that he'd 'love to stay in touch'. You sighed, coming back to reality as you got up from your bed. Sun rays filtered through the curtains of your hostel room as you decided to make yourself something for breakfast. The mess was a kilometer away from your hostel, and you weren't exactly in the mood to go there for now.

The group-chat with your highschool friends was slowly dying as everyone started getting more busy with their own college lives — it was expected, but it still left a small ache in your chest. You sighed, making yourself some coffee in your new kettle while you tried to think about what you could possibly make in the rice cooker. You eventually settled on soup.

No, it wasn't a breakfast food, but you had stock cubes in the fridge and some cilantro (God knows why). So you whipped up something akin to soup (more like a sodium heavy broth) and decided to freshen up to explore the campus a bit more (and maybe buy some decent food to stock up).

Soon, you were at the student plaza with 2000 yen in your wallet, hoping to shop for this month's amenities within your budget. As you walked through the plaza's grocery, you bumped into someone. It was almost embarrassing, how quickly you smiled when you noticed who it was.

Iwaizumi smiled at you, chuckling apologetically, "Oh my god I'm so sorry, you're good yeah?" he smiled at you before his eyes glinted in recognition, "Oh! Hi, oh my god, I was looking for you," he laughs. He was? Did he not see you in the mess like… every other day? Maybe you were the only one actively looking for him. Ugh.

You smiled back while nodding, "Haha.. yeah… me too," you lied awkwardly. He pauses for a second before handing you his phone, "okay like, super weird an invasive but could you possibly give me your number? I swear I won't call you up and annoy you or anything. You seemed pretty cool earlier… so y'know."

Your number?!?! Forward much? You exhaled, humming, 'of course, no problem!" He watched as you typed your contact into his phone before taking it back with a smile. "I hope that didn't come off as weird…" he smiled awkwardly.

Your smile mirrored his as you laughed, "Oh, haha yeah no- no problem, it's all good."

Two days later, college classes began. You both shared one class, during which you both sat with each other. As everyone began introducing themselves, you got to know that Hajime did volleyball in highschool. That explained why he looked…. sporty, for lack of a better term.

Halfway through the class, he turned to you and extended his hand, "got a pen? mine's leaking." You tilted your head to look at his notes about the year's lesson plan, halfway through the page a giant ink splotch marred his notes. You giggle quietly, nodding. You hand him a spare pen and a wet-wipe for his hands.

Once the class ended, the both of you had become significantly less awkward around each other. He offered to drop you to your dorm which was an entire 2 blocks away from his, you politely refused, not wanting to burden him with it. Eventually, both of you reached an agreement to meet up at the student plaza for a soft serve.

So, around 5:00 PM, the both of you were standing outside the campus grocery with your soft serves. "You said you used to play volleyball, when we were in class," you mentioned as you licked your ice cream. He hummed, "yeah, pretty much all of highschool. We were a pretty prominent team in our area, almost made it to nationals and stuff," he smiled.

You nod, "ah… what made you pick medical?" He paused for a second before smiling sheepishly, "I plan to go into sports-healthcare specifically. My best friend, he was the captain of our highschool team, and he plays with this really bad knee. I guess… seeing him play though that kind of pain… it made me realize that I want to help people like him truly reach their full potential, you know?"

You nod, "ah… what made you pick medical?" He paused for a second before smiling sheepishly, "I plan to go into sports-healthcare specifically. My best friend, he was the captain of our highschool team, and he plays with this really bad knee. I guess… seeing him play though that kind of pain… it made me realize that I want to help people like him truly reach their full potential, you know?"

"That's sweet," you replied. "So you're planning to specialize in physio?" You asked. He nodded, "yeah, pretty much." You both went quiet for a bit. He let out a big sigh before relaxing his shoulders, "you have any plans today?" You shrugged, "maybe call my parents, make a planner for lessons and stuff. Nothing much." He nodded in reply.

Later that evening, you were talking to your parents when you got a text message from an unknown number. You smiled as you wrapped up the call with your family and clicked on the notification: 'hi. hajime here, from earlier. this is my number, so you can save it :)'

You eagerly typed a reply, 'yeah ofc !! you coming for class tomorrow?' You saw dots, then a message, 'lol yeah, first lecture sooo… yeah i'll be there. are you not coming?' You typed, 'yeah i'm coming. just wanted to make sure you were too haha.' You waited until a small 'read' popped up under your text and it stayed like that for a bit, until he sent a thumbs up.

'well, i'm going to bed. goodnight!!' you text, stretching a bit. 'gnight' he typed back, reacting with a heart to your earlier text. You grinned at the sight of the red emoji on your screen, before reacting with the same on his message. You set your phone aside and smiled at the ceiling. A heart emoji wasn't big deal. Maybe he reacted with a hert emoji to all his texts. But still, when he reacted with a heart to your text, that felt kinda good, you couldn't lie to yourself.

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[starsbook]

Nightmares and Daydreams

!! SPOILERS FOR ASRA ROUTE !!

A.N. : my first ever writing piece published publically. And ofc it had to be asra <3 the loml. Inspired by @/vesuviaweekly 's weekly prompt 'Nightmares and Daydreams' .Could also be considered a piece inspired from the ongoing prompt 'The things that changed' but I will probably revisit the prompt via another piece. Will be tagging it for both , just to be safe. VERY heavy on headcanons (I can't even distinguish between the canon facts and the facts i headcanon anymore). ← to the point it may be ooc . Anyways , the MC here will share my MC's origin story (this is to make me write faster , motivation go brrr) but will be referred to as MC only and will use they/them pronouns. This post will specifically target dreams of asra . I will (possibly) make another post in future involving dreams of my MC (Riku). Trying different writing styles in the same post. Is that a good idea ? Probably not . Would i still do it? Of course.

C.W. : He/him pronouns for asra (to avoid confusion) ; NOT spoiler free ; death mention ; mc's aunt is mentioned (oc character) ; somewhat angst ; very much self indulgent content ; lovesick asra; english is not my first language so please be kind and make me aware of any mistakes you may spot while reading this.

"By clicking on 'keep reading' , you hereby confirm that you have read A.N. and C.W. as given above and therefore I (the creator of this post) will not be held accountable for your reading experience"

Asra Alnazar

Nightmares :

• (Before meeting MC) His nightmares followed similar themes. Some of these included the glimpses of his childhood , with his parents and suddenly they are leaving. His childhood home crumbling to floor. Him getting in trouble while playing on docks . Sometimes it included Muriel - his new friend. The visions of Muriel , too, disappearing some day or being disappointed in him in some way were a great burden for him. Some others included him not getting any food for a whole day or two ( but were they really nightmares if this was his reality?) and people being mean to him.

• His ways of comforting himself during such times were very limited. He would wake up with a jolt and startle Faust too. They both would later cuddle and squeeze together. To prevent getting bullied , he would act all mean in front of bullies and protect Muriel from them too. To avoid starvation, he would resort to petty stealing via magic. He would visit his 'gate' on especially rough nights seeking comfort from his patron arcana the Magician. He would use magic to create pretty scenarios to calm himself down .Muriel started to comfort him too once he found out about his nightmares.

• (After meeting MC) He started to visit the magic shop the day after his nightmares . MC's aunt was a kind lady . Being in her presence would remind Asra of home and comfort him in an odd way. But he liked it. Once he was good friends with MC , he would randomly crash into their bedroom for comfort and cuddles. He was loved in the magic shop. But to avoid getting attached to them , he would often go on 'trips' , only to return after being haunted by nightmares making him crave for a place to call a 'home'. His nightmares significantly decreased after getting close to MC.

• (Plague Era) In the initial stages of the spread of plague , he would often get nightmares about his friends catching the plague. Mc did a great job in reassuring him initially but as the situation in vesuvia worsened so did his nightmares. He could not be reassured. Which then led to 'the argument' that caused him and MC to separate.

• (After MC's death) After he got to know about MC's demise (and after his short trip (?) to lazaret ), his nightmares would now involve those tall chimneys he saw on the island. In his nightmares, he would wander around the crematory and would hear MC's voice calling him . He would always wake up in cold sweat after such nightmares and cry himself to sleep again .

• (Post U.E. route) After the fight against devil was won , he had MC with him now. Now no matter what nightmares he would experience , he would always wake up to comfort full of love from his love. Now the nightmares were manageable and even if some of them truly terrified him , he knew he could tackle anything and anyone. He could go against the world if required now that he had MC supporting him.

Daydreams :

• (Before meeting MC) Asra is a very creative person. At such a young age his daydreams would involve a safe place , lavish meals , running around with friends. He would also daydream about his parents returning someday and taking him with them. He would often try to create these 'daydream scenarios' play out in front of him via magic. This also helped him get better at magic.

• Once Muriel and him secured a safe place in the woods , he would ask Muriel to join him while he was playing out such scenarios. Muriel would often decline , but on the rare occasions he would join Asra , he would find himself entranced in asra's daydreams. Afterall he has a very creative imagination.

• (After meeting MC) after meeting MC in his stall at one of the bazaars of lucio's annual masquerade ball, his daydreams started to include more of MC as he got to know them more. Scenarios of them practicing magic together, taking classes from MC's aunt together, going on foraging trips to gather resources for the shop together. During masquerade ball season , when he would be making new masks (to keep up the inventory) for his annual stall , he would daydream about the different styles of masks and colours that would suit them . Asking Muriel for help while carving out masks and showing him his ideas via magic (the same way he used while daydreaming). It would all be so they (MC) could have more options to choose from. He would always daydream about them dancing at ball together. When he saw other couples in the ball doing different types of couple activities, it too would feed his daydream fuel.

• While away on trips , he would daydream of bringing MC with him. To explore new places, meet new people, experience new experiences together. When the longing became too much to bear for him alone , he would return to meet them.

• (After MC's death) Daydreams were his only escape from the reality. He had no one he could rely on anymore. He would daydream about MC coming back , of him bringing MC back. He daydreamed about seeing MC again after all this time , about the time spent and what could have been. He would choose moments from his life and daydream about changing the course of how things happened, how things should have happened. He daydreamed about all that mattered to him and still there was nothing he could do to make that happen. Except being patient. Except searching for ways he could bring them back. Except daydreaming about successfully finding a way to bring them back. All because he had a creative imagination.

• (Post U.E. route) Now that everything was right , he finally dared to daydream about a future . A future where MC was present. A future where his parents were there . A future where he had people he could rely on. A future he could not wait to experience. Now his daydreams were filled with plans. Plans he would make to make his loved ones happy. Now his daydreams were not an escape, but just creative thoughts. Of course it did not happen immediately but eventually he leaned to control them. His creative thoughts help bring happiness in his loved ones lives now. His plans are always very detailed making everyone surprised when he finally decides to execute them. Why wouldn't they be surprised? Afterall he does have a very creative imagination.

That was fun to write ! I am so proud of it! Possibly my next post will be a Asra × Riku fic.

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[fragilefable]

don't look too far, right where you are, that's where i am.

Pairing: Joel Miller x GN!Reader Summary: As you battle a seasonal flu, your partner Joel makes sure that you don't have to lift a finger. Warnings: sick fic, soft/ooc!Joel, cursing, brief mention of loss of appetite due to sickness, in depth descriptions of being sick, suggestive flirting (nothing crazy), probably too much domestic fluff, established relationship, kissing.

Word Count: 1.1K Currently Playing: Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey ♪

A/N: this is completely self indulgent as I am currently writing this on my death bed (i have the flu). so please accept this oneshot while i finish proofreading another (way longer) fic that i've been working on for a long time! also please keep my immune system in your thoughts/prayers :(

As the color of the leaves became warmer, the Wyoming air turned colder. Another autumn in Jackson came and went. With this seasonal shift came great advantages: Infected became slower, as did Raiders and Hunters. It also came with disadvantages–– sickness being one of them. The Cordyceps Infection plagued every inch of the Earth, but this disease was far more unavoidable. 

Your body ached with each minute movement. The sheets were damp with sweat. Your throat dry, as if you were backpacking in the Arizonian heat, your tin canteen bone dry. Pressing the back of your hand to your forehead, you groaned: You definitely had a fever. Removing your clammy hand, you extend an arm in search of a familiar warmth, only to find the left side of the bed empty. 

A raspy cough escapes your lips as you call out for your partner, "Joel?" Your call is met with a heavy silence, daylight filling the empty bedroom. You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. A smile threatens your cracked lips when you spot a glass of water and two painkillers on the nightstand beside a note embellished with familiar chicken scratch: "Went to the market, be home soon. Love ya."

You weakly chuckled as you popped the two pills in your mouth, chasing them with the lukewarm water. A shiver ran down your spine as you threw the covers off your body. Groaning softly, you stood up and extended your arms above your head, permitting the sore muscles a moment of reprieve. Padding over to the dresser, you lazily pulled on one of Joel's flannels and a pair of grey sweatpants. You took a moment to inhale through your stuffy nose, basking in the warm, woodsy scent of his shirt.

It took you an embarrassing amount of time to descend the stairs; your tired limbs were heavy like sandbags, effectively weighing you down. Shuffling into the living room, you collapsed on the worn leather couch. You were useless in this state, resolute to hibernate until this illness left your body. Curling into the couch cushions, you allow your eyelids to droop shut as sleep overtakes your body once again. 

A familiar weight sinks beside you on the couch, just barely rousing you from your slumber. The warmth of Joel's hand rested briefly on your forehead and then on your cheek. You hum in response, nestling closer against the callouses of his palm. He chuckles softly, "Hey Darlin'. How ya feelin'?" Your eyes flutter open, taking a mental photograph of his chill-flushed cheeks: "Like shit." 

A sympathetic smile graced his hardened face, causing you to frown. You were tough–– you had to be. There was no room for weakness or fragility in a post-apocalyptic world. But you truly felt like utter, complete garbage. Joel's large hands wander the expanse of your back, gently massaging the strained muscles. As much as you didn't want to burden him, you couldn't deny that his attention was helping to alleviate some of the discomfort: "You don't have to fuss over me, Joel. I'm a grown-up. I can take care of myself." 

Joel hums in acknowledgment, applying more pressure to the tight knot right below your neck where your spine starts: "I know, baby. I want to. Lemme take care of you." You hesitate but eventually nod softly, your body sinking further into the plush leather. Joel's hands knead your back muscles with such care and precision that any tension immediately dissipates. 

Slowly, you push yourself up, clutching your neck in discomfort. "Your throat hurt?" Joel beckons from beside you, one of his arms slung over the back of the couch–– his fingers absentmindedly caressing the exposed skin of your shoulder. You nod weakly, causing him to stand and wander towards the kitchen abruptly, "Went to the market and picked up some of that tea y'like. Got some soup, too." 

You follow his path to find him unpacking the canvas tote, setting each item on the granite counter. "Thank you, baby. 'M not really hungry though," you stand behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. You press a kiss on his clothed back in between his shoulder blades, eliciting a soft groan from Joel: "Why don't you go take a shower, and I'll get you that tea?" 

Your arms tighten around his tall frame, "Are you sayin' I smell, Miller?" Joel laughs gruffly, "No. 'M sayin' you need to relax if you wanna get better." You separate from him, brushing a stray curl from his face: "Mhm. You just wanna get me naked." He smirks, placing a hand on your waist and pulling you flush against him— his gaze darts between your eyes and lips. You place your hands on his chest and softly protest, "Joel... We can't, you'll catch it too."

He scoffs, "Don't care. Your germs are my germs, darlin'." His lips capture yours; the kiss is chaste but affectionate. His teeth gently tug at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across the subtle indents he left. He pulls away, his thumb caressing your chin: "Now go before I change my mind." 

Rolling your eyes, you trudge up the stairs to your and Joel's shared bathroom. You turn on the shower, allowing the room to fill with steam. You lather your body with herbal soaps made by one of the older women who work in the greenhouse. It smelled of lavender and thyme–– it smelled of Joel. 

After turning off the faucet, you wrap yourself in a large terrycloth towel. Worn and slightly miscolored, but clean nonetheless. When you descend the staircase, the overwhelming scent of chamomile fills your nostrils, accompanied by the mellow chords of an acoustic guitar. A smile breaks across your face at the sight laid in front of you: Joel perched on the worn fabric of the couch with his guitar idly sat in his lap, his deft fingers plucking the strings. 

Your body collapses next to his, head lolling to the side before it rests against his shoulder. "Did the shower help?" His chest rumbles, fingers continuing to play a song from before the outbreak; the name escapes you. "Yes, it did. But this helps more," you bring your knees close to your chest. You relish in Joel's body heat; that man always was a goddamn furnace. 

Joel set the guitar against the coffee table, repositioning until your body fully leaned against him. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso, "Is there anythin' else I can do f'you darlin'?" You shook your head, "Can we just stay like this for a little while?" A deep chuckle escaped him, "That I can do." As your eyes slipped closed once more, you felt a pair of warm lips press against your hairline and listened as Joel's breathing evened out. The sound soothing you to sleep like your very own lullaby. 

© 2023 fragilefable do not plagiarize, translate, or repost my writing to any other site.

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[avemygokasa]

YOUR OCTAGRAM DANCE X MR SHOWTIME POST?!!? EMU AS OBLIVIONIS?!!? /VPOS ELABORATE?!!!?

HAHA! GATHER AROUND FOLKS, FOR I SHALL NOW SHARE MY VISION...

Notice: If anything seems like a stretch of character/OOC, I apologize! This post is not to be taken seriously so if I say anything inaccurate, please do not harass me or say negative things about it! Please instead scroll away or educate me on what I did wrong!!!

Emu and Oblivionis... Emu and Oblivionis... Hm. Nods. Been thinkin' about these two A LOT lately...! At first glance, they seem nothing alike, but I feel like these two have much more in common than one would think.

The Masterminds Behind It All: Both Emu and Sakiko are the starters of their groups, Wonderlands x Showtime and Ave Mujica (CRYCHIC as well) respectively. They were the ones to start their groups and were the ones that took the breakups the hardest, even if they tried hiding their feelings from other members. Despite this, they were also the ones willing to keep moving on despite their hurt. Sakiko was going to keep moving on even without CRYCHIC no matter how much it hurt and Emu was going to do the same without Wonderlands x Showtime... (bonus: i think it's pretty funny that blondes both helped them form groups again--uika w/ ave mujica and tsukasa w/ wxs. im gigglign)

Their Emotional Suppression: Emu and Sakiko both have emotional suppression as a pretty big part of their characters. Although the methods in which they suppress their emotions is different--Emu by hiding her sadness or hurt with a smile, while Sakiko is quick to take the blame for things and distances herself from the situation emotionally--this is a pretty big factor for the both of them.

Their Need To Fulfill a Specific Role: Emu and Sakiko both put heavy responsibilities onto themselves out of love and care, but these are burdens to them in the long run. Emu's original endeavor was to revive the Wonder Stage for her grandpa, while Sakiko had to deal with her family's downfall and take care of her father. They also have put themselves in the role of being their group's "glue"--they do anything to try holding WxS and Ave Mujica together and experience heavy discomfort whenever they witness the sight of the glue drying and almost cracking (or rather, their members fighting and the chance of disbandment--even if it seems far-fetched--being visible).

Their Drive to Inspire: Emu and Sakiko both perform with the wish and desire to inspire others; Emu using WxS's performances and even honing her own skills to make people smile while Sakiko seeks to create things that people can heavily relate to and connect with.

Of course, these two are their own amazing characters on their own with different types of writing, but they do have many similarities I've noticed!!! I dearly love them!!! I think if they ever met, Sakiko would hold much respect for Emu's dreams and Emu would hold much respect for Sakiko's showmanship!!!

Thank you for reading!

[sage-the-exorcist]

Two weeks ago I was admitted to Hala AlShawa Medical Center after the assailants raped me and also killed my beloved father in an attempt to save me. Unspeakable violation continues to haunt me only to find out that on my return from the hospital they had killed my mother too having no idea where my sibling is since he is nowhere to be found. Right now I am being accommodated by family friends who intend to drop me at the Rafah camp which I’m not okay with since I’m planning to flee to Egypt where my relatives are and at the camp once I get in for one to be released for safe evacuation you need to have $7000 which I can’t afford. Life's burdens weigh heavy on my young shoulders as I navigate the harsh realities of existence. Your support will make a significant difference in alleviating the my suffering. Donations received $6749/$7000.

///ooc: I’m hoping this isn’t another scam post. Please help these people get away from the occupation. Free Palestine.

(I’m hoping someone can verify this.)

[ririchanva]

//And here we go...the next segment of this story...and yes, I said story. Instead of writing this one as a headcanon post like usual, I decided to write this one as a legit fanfic. Mostly because 1) this is going to be two parter (technically it's four, two are for the Bee Miraculous Holder's arc, and the other two for Heroes' Day) and then 2) I think it would flow easier story wise. After that, it's basically end of Season 1...

...Oh you didn't expect I was going to make this a real thing right next to Quirks and Miracles, huh?

Yup, you'll hear it first. This story is going to be part of a "cinematic universe" sorta thing. Considering Q&M are already dealing with time travel and possible other universes (like in the Miraculous canon), I thought I'd already tell ya'll know that after Season One of "Tales of Tirumushi & Feline Noire" ends, I'll be working on introducing two other projects down the line (that might be tied in for future stuff)

Anyways, let's get on with the show~

This post will include: OOCness (naturally, since it's an AU), New!Bee Holder, a mix of the episodes: The Collector and Style Queen, clowning on Master Fu (mostly on Izuku's part), Identity Reveal (on both sides), Swapped Roles (from people you didn't expect), family drama, feelings...and so much more.

🐞 || Masterlist || 🐞

Tirumushi sighed as he sat himself on the top of the Eiffel Tower, waiting for his partner for their nightly patrol. After the incident with Sheruta, he thought it was time that they talked. Especially when he noticed how Feline Noire was looking, almost as if betrayed.

It was something that was a long time coming anyways. The Ladybug hero had talked with Master Fu about it, after all.

Izuku sighed as he stepped into the apartment that belonged to the Master, Tikki floating on his shoulder. Master Fu glanced up and smiled warmly at him, but noticed the young man’s facial expression even after handing back the Turtle Miraculous.

“Is there something wrong, Young Izuku?”

Izuku pursed his lips, as he then breathed out, “Master Fu, I think I should reveal to Feline Noire my identity.”

Shock was coloured on the Chinese man’s face, but then sternly frowned, placing his bracelet back on and Wayzz appeared, “Izuku, I do not think it is a good idea—”

“Master Fu, while I know that it is important to keep the Miraculous safe and hidden from Queen Butterfly, I also think that it would be better if both myself and Feline Noire could know each other’s identities to make it easier to find each other and coordinate when we are taking down Akumas…” Izuku explained, ignoring how Tikki looked worriedly at him, “That, and she should know who you are since she kept asking about you and why it’s fair I am in the know of you, and Miraculous holders like Nathaniel and Kagami…”

Master Fu stared at him for a moment before he let out a sigh, looking away while stroking his goatee, “…very well.”

Izuku blinked in surprise, and the old man continued.

“Perhaps you are right. You two have been working together for months now and have been doing well as partners. Just because I have worked alone for a century and made my own share of mistakes, does not mean that the same shall happen to you. I would be as bad as my old masters to given a heavy burden to you alone…”

“So…?”

“…You may bring her here after your patrol tonight.”

And now, Tirumushi waited patiently, looking around for the figure of the cat heroine with his heart pumping in both nervousness and excitement. Although the thoughts still plagued his mind. What if she didn’t like him once he revealed himself? What if he didn’t like who was behind the mask?

‘By the Kwamis, I hope it’s not Lila behind the mask. Although I highly doubt it…’

He then heard movement and turned his head to see Feline Noire making her way up towards him, pole-vaulting gracefully on the railings of the Eiffel Tower’s viewing area before she walked up to him, smiling.

“Hey, partner~ Ready for patrol~” She greeted cheerfully, and Tirumushi smiled warmly with a nod.

“Yes…oh, and um, after patrol, I wanted to take you somewhere…”

Feline Noire looked surprised, before holding a grin with a purr, “Oh~? A date perhaps~?”

“What?” Tirumushi looked confused for a second but turned away as he felt his face flushed, thankful of the mask placed on him to hide his reddening face, “No! I…I promised you about meeting the Guardian, right?”

The teasing smile the feline heroine had on fell for a moment, “Oh…”

Tirumushi saw her face, before stepping over to her and taking her hand, “You didn’t think I was going to keep my promise to you and tell you everything?”

“We-well, I mean…I wasn’t gonna be mad if you were gonna keep it secret from me. I mean, we barely know each other behind the mask?” Feline Noire shrugged, “Plagg told me about how he was told by his Sugarcube that it’s important that both Ladybug and Cat holders have to keep their identities a secret.”

“Tikki did tell me that at the beginning of my time as Tirumushi as well. But I disagree with her and Master Fu,” Tirumushi said bitterly for a moment before he calmed down, “We’re partners. It’s only right that if we’re going to be working together, there should be no secrets between us. How can we build trust on lies?”

Feline blinked, before she then felt herself flush under her mask and smiled goofily, “You trust me?”

“Of course,” Tirumushi said with his own smile, “Ever since the day with Stoneheart.”

“Even though I screw up sometimes?” Feline Noire winced, “I mean, I know I’m not exactly the easiest person to be around. Even in my civilian life, there are times that I can be too much for people,”

“You’re not too much. You are enough,” Tirumushi reassured his partner, before bringing out his yo-yo and spinning it, “Come. Let’s start patrol and when we’re done, we’ll go meet with the Guardian.”

Feline Noire, feeling her heart leap at his words, nodded her head before activating her bo-staff and soon started pole-vaulting ahead, making whooping sounds as she did so. Tirumushi shook his head fondly, already throwing his yo-yo and swung after her.

Once their patrol was done, the two were then standing in front of a door, both of them nervous for different reasons.

“W-what if this Guardian guy tries to mind wipe me and take my Miraculous away?” Feline Noire murmured as she turned to her partner, playing with her tail of a belt anxiously, “What if he blames you and tries to take your Miraculous and mind wipe you and try to replace you and—”

“I don’t think that would happen. And, if he tries, I know ways to make him not do so,” Tirumushi smiled tightly, already fisting a hand and raising it to his chest, “Master Fu knows that I don’t joke around.”

Feline Noire raised a brow at him, but sighed as the door soon opened, revealing Master Fu was sitting on the ground waiting for them.

“Hello Tirumushi. Hello Feline Noire. It is good to see you both together,” Master Fu greeted calmly, even though Tirumushi saw how the other was tapping at his knee nervously. And he doesn’t blame him, considering that he knows that the Ladybug holder was serious of wanting everything out in the open now.

“H-Hi. Er, so um…” Feline was still twisting her makeshift tails in hand, looking down on the ground, “You’re the…one that gave me my Miraculous, huh?”

“Indeed. It is good to see that you have been using the Miraculous of the Cat for good,” Master Fu stated with a hum, but glanced at Tirumushi with a knowing look, “Tirumushi has told me that you two have been doing well in fighting the Akumas but wishes to increase your partnership by revealing yourselves to each other…”

“He did?” Feline Noire snapped her head towards her partner, “You did?”

“I did,” Tirumushi said seriously, hands on his hips, “If we’re going to find out where the Akumas are coming from and finding out where Queen Butterfly is hiding, it’s best that we work together properly. ”

“So this was what you meant about the no secrets thing,” Feline Noire hummed, before she then rubbed at her arm awkwardly, “But…you sure you’d want to know the person behind Feline Noire? I mean, what if you don’t like who I am underneath?”

“It’s the same thoughts with me,” Tirumushi shrugged with a crooked smile, placing his hand out towards her, “But something tells me that I will still trust you with my whole being no matter who you are under the mask. I can feel it.”

Feline Noire looked down at the hand, and the more she stared, the more Tirumushi felt his hope die a little. Was he being too forward and impatient in asking her to reveal herself? Maybe he pushed too soon— 

His train of thoughts were cut off when he felt her gloved hand onto his, giving a squeeze in her grip. She smiled a little up at him, and the Ladybug holder mentally was relieved.

“Tikki, Spots Off.”

“Plagg, Claws in.”

Master Fu watched tensely as he looked between them, seeing Izuku Midoriya and Chloe Bourgeois staring at each other with wide eyes.  Tikki and Plagg looked at each other in surprise as well, before looking at their holders, holding their breaths as they seemed on the edge while waiting for their reactions.

Chloe was the first to react, as she wrapped her arms around her childhood friend and let out a breathy sigh of relief, “For fuck’s sake, I didn’t think that the Bug would be you, Izu-sweetie!”

“Ah…” Izuku shakily wrapped his arms around Chloe and held tightly, burying his face into her neck as he released a relieved sob and let out a happy sound, “I am surprised, but also not. Maybe a part of me was hoping it was you…”

“Wait, what?!” Chloe reeled back as she stared up at him and pouted, “You had a feeling Feline Noire was me?! Since when?”

“Mmm, I wasn’t sure at first during the whole debacle with Volpina, thinking that it was too much of a coincidence…but I had an inkling during the time with Reverser, because of the way you acted around me under their power.” Izuku reasoned but then almost went slack against her, but then laughed a little, “Although before that, I didn’t really have a clue. Maybe because I didn’t really…”

“Picture me as a hero, right?” Chloe barked a laugh before shrugging, “Same. Although I should’ve known you were Tirumushi, since you’re so obsessed with heroes. Now thinking about it, you two are so alike…”

The two laughed as they hugged each other happily, and Master Fu still looked concerned.

“Master, perhaps Izuku is right and it is good that they know each other both in and out of the mask now,” Tikki spoke up as she floated towards him, smiling, “Izuku is the best Ladybug I have worked with in centuries. He is intelligent and strong-hearted. I believe with him and Chloe, they might be able to save Nooroo. Who knows? Perhaps they could also find out what happened with Duusu!”

“Sugarcube is right! I mean I’ve only been with this kitten for months and while she can be loud and annoying, she’s been coming along as a great cat!” Plagg added as he floated next to her, and then snickered, “Plus, she provides the most expensive and yummiest cheese from all over the world~”

Izuku blinked, glancing at Chloe, “Huh…is that why you sometimes smell of cheese?”

Chloe groaned and hid her face on his shoulder, “Don’t.”

Master Fu coughed, gaining the teens attention, “As much as this is a happy circumstance…this means that there is a possibility that if ever Queen Butterfly captures one of you and forces you to reveal yourselves—“

“Then the other is exposed. But that’s only if we get caught under an akuma,” Izuku retorted, folding his arms, “But now that Lol-tan and I know each other both in and out of the mask, it also helps us to easily transform when needed or sub someone if the other is out of commission somehow.”

“Wait, sub?” Chloe then gasped, “The fox fool and the tacky turtle!”

“I know who they are behind the mask,” Izuku then saw the hurt look on her face and sighed, “You’ll find out about them tomorrow when I also bring them here to make them permanent holders.”

“That is not for you to decide,” Master Fu stated warily.

“You gave me the Ladybug for a reason. Or was it a mistake and you are planning to replace me for someone else that you can easily order around?” Izuku stepped up this time, pushing Chloe behind him protectively, “Because Master, no offense, but these Akumas are growing stronger every single day and we aren’t even close into finding where Queen Butterfly is hiding. The more help we have, the better we can do our mission.”

Master Fu frowned, before he let out a deep sigh, “…Do not make me regret it.”

The next day at school, Izuku and Chloe both were staying on the steps of Collège Françoise Dupont, just waiting.

“…You think it’s a good idea to do this?” Chloe asked warily, as she held hands with Izuku, squeezing his hand, “I mean, I thought you and me are enough to take down the Akumas and find that bitch, Queen Butterfly?”

“While I do love our teamwork, I don’t want to give up every week of my life to Akumas attacking us every chance they get. Each day means people get hurt, and it must be tiring to be careful with your emotion. Afraid to feel anything because of one villain trying to take advantage when our guard is down. Besides, I know that you miss being just Chloe Bourgeois and living the life,” Izuku said as he leaned his head against hers gently, sighing, “The faster we stop Queen Butterfly, the better for our loved ones and keep them safe. What if Queen Butterfly aims, say, my mom next?”

Chloe winced, then groaned, “You’re right. I don’t want Maman Inko to be akumatized…”

“Exactly. Which is why we need to meet up with Rubis Renard and Sheruta today.”

“…Are you going to give anyone else a Miraculous?” Chloe asked tentatively.

Izuku actually looked thoughtful at this, “Well to be honest, even though I talked big last night with Master Fu, he does have a point. It wouldn’t be wise if we had too many of us active. So, I think the four of us is good for now.”

They stopped talking when they spotted Nathaniel leaving the school, the red head waving goodbye to Marc and Alix before making his way home. Standing up together, the two were making their way towards the artist when Adrien jumped in front of them out of nowhere.

“Hey guys!” He greeted happily, surprising them but then noticed their hands and started grinning, “Oho~? When did this happen?”

“Er, well, it’s a…recent development,” Izuku laughed nervously, before rubbing the side of his neck with his free hand, trying not to lose sight of Nathaniel walking off, “Um, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to remind you guys of the fashion show this weekend and make sure that you guys are coming? I know you both are so scatterbrained these days that you might end up forgetting,” Adrien held up a flyer and grinned, “Not only is Marinette showcasing her designs, but this is the ever first time that both my parents are gonna be here for the show!”

This caught Chloe’s attention, “Wait, are your parents back from their business trip?”

“Seems like it. Natalie told me that they are arriving today and might be sticking around for two weeks this time!” Adrien bounced excitedly as he let out a care-free and excited sound, “So? You guys are good for this weekend? I was also thinking of throwing a party after the event—”

“Ahhh, we’ll be there. But, er, we…gotta go! We, ah…” Izuku started tugging Chloe away as he walked passed Adrien, smiling weakly, “H-Have a date! Yeah, so, we’ll talk later, okay?”

“Um…sure?” Adrien blinked as he watched Izuku and Chloe rush off, before waving his hand up to them, “I…guess I’ll see you guys then?”

He frowned as he watch them catch up to Nathaniel, the two talking to the red head for a moment. Nathaniel looked surprised while scrunching up his nose, before frowning. He then nodded, and the trio rushed off somewhere. 

Weird.

‘If they were going on a date…why is Nathaniel going along with them?’ Adrien thought to himself before he laughed, “Maybe they are asking love advice from him. Hah, didn’t see them coming, though. Damn, I guess I owe Alya money…”

Adrien whistled to himself as he started to walk over to the car waiting for him, having a pep in his step as he smiled to himself. 

‘I can’t believe my parents are gonna be home! This is going to be the greatest week ever~!’

Adrien’s eyes widened as he spotted his parents at the steps of the Agreste Manor. It seems they arrived home before he did. Excited, he stepped out of the car to greet them.

“Mom! Father!”

Emilie Agreste turned around to see her son running up to him, smiling brightly. Adrien felt his heart melt at the sight of her, rushing towards her happily.

“Adrien~! My darling!” She opened her arms to catch him in her joy, hugging him tightly as she laughed a little, “Goodness, it’s like you’ve grown up so fast? We were only gone for a few months…”

“Mom! I’m so glad you and Father are back! I got so much to tell you and—“

“Emilie,” Gabriel spoke up in a drawl as he was stepping into his office already, “We still need to call Audrey to update her about the fashion show this week.”

Emelie puffed a breath, rolling her eyes up before looking at her husband, “Well The Style Queen can wait for just a few minutes, can’t she? Our boy is happy to see us,”

“It will only be for a moment,” Gabriel softened before sighing, “I’m sure Adrien can wait a little longer and be patient like a good boy?”

Adrien winced, before he looked down at the floor and spoke obediently, “Yes, Father. Go to your meeting, I…we can talk more at dinner?”

Emelie’s eyes soften, before kissing the top of his head gently, “And we can have some pancakes for dessert together, hm? We won’t be long, and we can talk to your hearts content~”

Giving him a loving smile, she soon gave Gabriel a look before both of them walked into the office, the door shutting behind them. Adrien pouted, glancing at Natalie walking off to the kitchens and Gorilla…well, going wherever he usually goes. 

He should go up to his room and practice his piano before dinner…but he was curious on what the meeting with Chloe’s mom is about. Especially when his parents are home now from their trip, surely this wasn’t about work or some charity, right?

Curiosity got the better of him as he tip-toed towards the door to his parents’ office, opening the door slightly and peeking inside. He saw his parents standing nearby the family portrait, a painting of all three of them looking pristine and perfect. Gabriel was pressing onto the painting, his fingers sinking into what seems to be mechanisms in the painting as the said painting opened like a safe door.

Adrien’s eyes widened, ‘Woah! Father has some secret treasure in there or something?’

“Gabriel, I wish you were a little nicer to Adrien,” Emelie chided gently, as she was pressing the computer screen as it started dialling a video call to Audrey Bourgeois, “He did miss us, since we’ve been gone for so long after all.”

“Emilie, he’s no longer a child. He should act his age and be a proper young man. If anything, I think you spoil him a bit too much along with that babysitter of his,” Gabriel hummed as he was pulling out something, an old looking book, and turning it’s pages, “Besides, you know what happens if we ignore Audrey even for just a second.”

“And I told you, that I don’t want anything to do with her anymore,” Emilie argued, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Her and Tomoe…”

“Emilie,” Her husband warned, but the two shut their mouths when the video call started, and Audrey Bourgeois appeared on screen, “Ah, my dear Audrey-”

“Save your false flattery, Gabriel. I just need the update of your trip.” Audrey’s voice sounded haughtily, letting out a hmph! sound, “I hope that this one was a success?”

“Yes. We managed to find a few interesting things…” Gabriel responded calmly, placing the book he was reading back then closing the painting door before turning towards the computer, “And how are things on your end? I trust that you are keeping your end of the bargain?”

“Bargain?” Adrien murmured to himself, but suddenly winced as he was leaning on the door too much and made the door squeak a little.

Both the Agreste couple looked up for a second, then looked at each other. Gabriel growled as he started towards the door, Adrien quickly diving towards a pillar nearby and hiding behind it. Opening the door, Gabriel looked out of the entrance way of the Manor, frowning when he didn’t see anything out of place.

“Just send me all the details. I trust that you two will be at the Fashion Show this weekend? It is your event after all, Gabriel,” Audrey’s voice sounded once more, drawled and bored, “Hopefully you have something worth wild this year. I know that fashion is your day job, but—”

“We shall be there.” Emilie closed the call and growled, narrowing her eyes, “She pisses me off.”

“Don’t give her the satisfaction, my love. Audrey isn’t someone to trifle with,” Gabriel sighed, as he was stepping out of the office, “Perhaps we should go to our room and rest for now. Adrien would be expecting us at dinner and we should fix everything before then…”

Emilie nodded, stepping out with her husband and joining him hand in hand, the couple making their way upstairs and into their room. Adrien came out from his hiding place and pursed his lips, having this gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

He soon rushed towards the office and quickly closed the door behind him, before going to their painting. He looked up at it, smiling a bit as he saw the happy faces of himself and his parents posing with such elegance and grace. Heh, we do look happy in here…

Shaking his head, Adrien soon followed what his father did and found some groves in the painting, pressing his fingers down against them as he soon unlocked it. Opening the safe door, he looked inside and was surprised what was there.

He sort of expected money, jewels and the works…but he ended up seeing not just the old tattered book that his father was reading, but he saw a bunch of papers and books about Tibet…

“Why would they have something like this?” He wondered out loud, before reaching for the book inside. 

He opened the page, and he gasped at what was on said page. A woman dressed in red with black spots. Almost reminding him of Tirumushi. He turned the pages, seeing someone that looked like Volpina, and a male looking Cat Hero and then…some person in a suit that looked like Butterflies.

“Why do my parents have a book like this?” Adrien murmured to himself, wondering what this all meant. 

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards him and he soon shut the painting door close and quickly hid behind the curtains, clutching the book against his chest. He heard murmurs of Natalie’s voice along with Emelie’s, then they were walking back out the room, their voices fading away.

Adrien sighed in relief then looked down at the book, his eyes sparkling. ‘I gotta show Izuku! He’ll know what this is!’

Izuku smiled weakly towards Kagami, who had her arms folded and staring back at him sternly. 

Kagami was picked up from her school by Izuku, Chloe and Nathaniel, being told that they needed to talk and were now in front of Master Fu’s place. Once inside the Guardian’s home, it was then Izuku explained everything to Nathaniel and Kagami, the two having mixed reactions.

“…So.” Kagami started, not noticing Chloe looking miffed at her and Nathaniel looking nervous, “Tirumushi, huh?”

“Yes.” Izuku responded calmly, tilting his head, “You don’t look surprised.”

“Nope. Considering that you are you, it makes sense that you would be Tirumushi,” Kagami hummed, before she looked at Chloe with a raised brow, “But you as Feline Noire was indeed a surprise.“

“Har, har. Funny,” Chloe huffed before she let out an exasperated sound, “Who would’ve thought that Nath and Ice Queen herself was both the Fox and Turtle.”

“I…feel ten times even more embarrassed that the two people I crushed on are the same people,” Nathaniel sighed, rubbing his temple with his cheeks flushed, “But I do feel honoured that you trust me with a Miraculous.”

“The same goes for me,” Kagami hummed as she smiled at Izuku, “The fact that you recommended me yourself to fight alongside you that day when saving my mother, I am touched.”

“Anyways, that’s why I called you both. If there is a time that we should be prepared for a possible day we face off Queen Butterfly, it should be now,” Izuku explained as he was holding up both the Fox Pendant and the Turtle Bracelet, “Which means that we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together. Train and work together as a team. And…just in case if myself or Feline Noire are compromised.”

“That won’t happen,” Kagami stated as she took the bracelet, smiling softly as she saw Wayzz appear before her, “Hello again, Wayzz-san,”

“Likewise, Tsurugi-san~!” The Kwami smiled softly, as he held his nub like hand out for Kagami to shake, “A pleasure working with you again.”

“A-are you sure that you want us to have our Miraculous permanently?” Nathaniel asked, placing the necklace around him as Trixx appeared over his shoulder, “What if an Akuma takes over us while we’re wearing it? We’d be the ones compromised and giving you and Chloe a hard time,”

“That won’t happen. As long as we stick together and practice your powers along with ours,” Izuku stated confidently, as he was holding up his notebook, “Besides, I’ve been taking notes for months now about the Miraculous with tidbits on each powers…”

Master Fu stroked his goatee, giving a tired sigh, “If only we have the Grimoire on hand, then we could do so much more than speculation. We could even give the Kwamis power ups…”

“There’s power-ups?!” All four teenagers stated in shock, and Master Fu hummed.

“Indeed. If we had the Grimoire, then the chance of defeating Queen Butterfly and stopping Akumas would be much easier.”

“So that will be our first mission,” Izuku tapped his fist against his palm, smiling, “We find the Grimoire,”

“Where do we even start?” Kagami asked warily, “It could be anywhere…”

“Or maybe not at all. Are we even sure if it’s still around? It must be pretty old, meaning it could be destroyed,” Nathaniel stated, looking worried now, “Unless we can find it online.”

“As if it would be that easy,” Chloe huffed, but then pulled out her phone, “…Although, if somehow there is some Collector that has it on them, maybe…”

“For now, how about we start training you all?” Master Fu stated, then gave Izuku a look, “If me renouncing Wayzz to Miss Kagami and letting you have your way with having a team, we must have you all prepared properly.”

“Yeah, you have a point, Master.” Izuku chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the side of his neck, “Alright, let’s train.”

“We are ready, Master,” Kagami said politely, bowing her head in respect and Nathaniel followed suit.

“…Gosh, we’re gonna have to sweat, huh?” Chloe whined, but sighed when Izuku patted her shoulder sympathetically. 

Days passed, and soon it was the weekend of the Fashion Show, and well…a certain fashion designer was feeling nervous.

“Ahhhhh! What if my designs are not up to par?!” Marinette cried as she was pacing in the green room, holding the derby hat she had won back in Gabriel’s competition at school, “I didn’t even know not only is Audrey Bourgeois is gonna be present, but Gabriel Agreste himself?!”

“I think you’ll be fine, Macchan,” Izuku expressed as he sat on the couch with Nathaniel, the two watching her for a moment, “After all, your designs are well recognised already. Adrien even stated that it’s been approved by his father.”

“Not to mention, you have Chloe and Adrien of all people modelling them along with some famous teen models,” Nathaniel added, sketching in his notebook, “The show is going to be fine.”

“Yeah! You have nothing to worry about, Marinette,” Adrien appeared, taking the hat from her hands and placing it on top of his head, “You’ve taken time to care of each and every outfit, including keeping me from sneezing by replacing the pigeon feathers for fake ones~”

Adrien soon modelled around the room, taking a spin then a bow, making Marinette giggle.

“You’ve got that cat walk down,” She teased, as Adrien grinned and rubbed the side of his neck.

“Really? Thank you~”

There was a knock on the door, and all four teens looked over to see Natalie waiting for them.

“We must go.”

Izuku stood up along with Nathaniel, giving a thumbs up towards both Adrien and Marinette.

“We’ll be cheering you guys on!” The green haired male stated, “Good luck~!”

Once they left Adrien and Marinette to get ready for the show, Izuku and Nathaniel spotted Kagami in their seats along with Alya, Nino and even Marinette’s parents and Izuku’s Mom. The adults also wanted to be there to cheer Marinette on along with her models, feeling pride for the girl and wanted to support her. 

Soon, they all took their seats, waiting for the show to start. Everyone even spotted Marinette prepping on stage with the models, which included Adrien and Chloe being centre stage.

“She looks nervous…” Sabine Cheng spoke up worriedly, watching her daughter.

Alya laughed, holding her phone up to film everything for her blog, “No doubt! It’s her first show with her first professional pieces. Not to mention famous kids will be modelling them~”

“I’m sure it’ll go great,” Tom Dupain said encouragingly, assuring his wife sweetly and making Sabine smile.

Izuku glanced over to Chloe walking the cat walk with Marinette’s attire adorning her whole being, feeling his freckled cheeks flush at the sight. She indeed was always beautiful, but seeing her under the lights like this…

Nino chuckled, nudging at Izuku playfully, “Look at you~ Happy to see your girlfriend strutting her stuff?”

Izuku groaned as he placed a hand over his face, “Don’t tease…”

It didn’t take too long for all their friends to find out that Izuku and Chloe were…growing closer these days. Although they weren’t officially dating just yet, people started to speculate otherwise.

This included his own Mom.

Into just smiled brightly, “I’m so glad that you and Chloe-chan are together and making each other happy. It only seemed like yesterday she was declaring that you two would marry and you two played house together~”

“That right~?” Both Alya and Nino teased with cheeky grins, Izuku feeling like he wanted to sink to the floor.

It was then everyone heard a commotion happening on stage and looked up to see Gabriel Agreste of all people, showing up and scolding Adrien with fast speech filled with anger and panic. Izuku looked worried as he saw how Adrien was paling and stuttering out something, raising his hands up in front of him as if to defend himself.

“What’s going on? Why is Monsieur Agreste so pissed off?” Alya asked as she kept on filming, even though Nino was urging her to stop.

Izuku glanced over to Chloe, who was looking furious at Gabriel Agreste and even started shouting herself, standing in front of Adrien.

“How dare you humiliate your own son in front of his friends and people that came to support him and Marinette! Just because this is your show doesn’t mean you get to be a tyrant!”

Emilie suddenly appeared and tried to stand in between Gabriel and Adrien, doing her best to calm everyone down even though she looked…frazzled and even casting a disappointed look towards Adrien. Poor Marinette couldn’t even move, too shock of what’s going on and things happening so fast.

Izuku was quick to get on stage to help Chloe, Nathaniel and Kagami following behind him.

“What’s going on?” Izuku whispered to the blonde, holding her back from throttling Gabriel as the man was grabbing Adrien and dragging him away roughly and Emilie following them worriedly.

“Apparently Gabriel came storming in accusing Adrien of stealing something from him,” Chloe explained, panting from the shouting match she had with the fashion mogul, narrowing her eyes, “Something about some old book that inspired Gabriel in his designs…“

Kagami looked on in sympathy for Adrien, seeing the Agreste not that far as they seemed to be arguing, “This is not good…”

“An Akuma might be attracted to their fighting, and might take over one of them, if not all of them at the same time. We should slip away…” Nathaniel whispered for only him, Izuku, Kagami and Chloe to hear. 

As if tempting the Fates, a black and purple glowing butterfly appeared and soon fused itself into the notebook that Gabriel was carrying with him. Emilie and Adrien stepped back in fear as Gabriel was taken over, revealing someone else in his place.

He was a being with skin magentaish gray, hair stuck up in a point and was white with black vertical stripes, along with the back of his head and his neck being black. He was dressed in a black pointed shouldered dress suit with a white lapel and three thick black and red downward-bent stripes on top. Each lower sleeve had a white stripe, and his hands had white gloves. He also wore black dress pants with high heel boots connected to them, accented by white stripes gradating upwards with three downward bent lines in the middle. The heel were cone-shaped with white downward bent stripes. He wielded a black book with single red triangles at the tips and thick white lining.

“I AM THE COLLECTOR~ WITH MY FOOLISH SON LOSING THE ONE THING THAT INSPIRED MY CRAFT~ I SHALL CREATE NEW DESIGNS~ STARTING WITH YOU!”

The Collector grinned as he threw his book towards Adrien, Emilie pushing him out of the way as she disappeared once the book touched her.

“MOM!”

Izuku cursed, looking towards Nathaniel and Kagami and nodded. A signal that they should hide somewhere and transform. The two nodded, rushing out of there and Izuku was about to follow them when he didn’t feel Chloe at his side anymore. 

Panicked, he looked around, and he felt his world slow at seeing Chloe jumping in between the Collector and Adrien. She pushed Adrien out of the way from the Collector’s hit,  gasping as she disappeared in a flash of red light, and Izuku felt a scream rip out from his throat.

“CHLOE!”

Adrien snapped out of his shock, and started running away, The Collector chasing after him. 

Growling, Izuku managed to calm himself before rushing to hide in a trailer nearby, locking the door behind him.

“Oh, this is not good…” Plagg appeared before them, as Izuku held the ring up, “It’s a good thing that my kitten gave you the ring to keep safe for the fashion show,”

“But this is bad. This means no Feline Noire!” Izuku gritted his teeth, clutching the ring in his hand, “We got to move fast. Before the Collector ends up collecting everyone in Paris in his book.”

“The Akuma must be in that book,” Tikki murmured but then whimpered, “But…without your Feline Noire at your side…”

Izuku looked down at the ring, pursing his lips. What if…

He was about to slip the ring over his finger, but then jumped when he heard a knock on the door.

“Tirumushi? Are you in there?” A voice sounded, and Izuku knew that it was Sheruta’s voice, “Have you transformed?” 

“Not yet. But I’m about to now. Tikki! Spots On!”

Stepping out from the trailer now, Tirumushi stood tall and serious, facing both Rubis Renard and Sheruta standing at the ready.

“Let’s not waste time. Lucky Charm!“ The Ladybug hero said in alert, already having his hand out to catch the object and stared at it, narrowing his eyes.

“A mallet?” Rubis Renard murmured with a frown, “What are you going to do? Beat The Collector on the head?”

“It looks familiar…” Sheruta pointed out, and Tirumushi sighed.

“Master Fu. You guys chase after The Collector and keep him busy while protecting Adrien. I’ll go and see what the Charm wants me to do.”

With that, the trio spilt up, Tirumushi swinging himself to Master Fu’s apartment. Once he arrived, he slipped inside and stood in front of the calm looking Guardian.

“Master Fu, the Charm told me to come here. And Feline Noire is out of commission,” The young hero stated frantically, and Master Fu looked troubled.

“I knew something like this would happen…” 

Tirumushi rolled his eyes, “I have the ring and Plagg with me. So if you’re worried that the Cat Miraculous was taken instead of worried for Chloe—”

“That was not what I meant,” Master Fu sighed, ignoring the way Tirumushi was glaring at him.

“Hmph. I won’t waste time then,” This time, the Ladybug hero calmed down and looked thoughtful, “I’m sure my Lucky Charm is telling me to call for another hero or something. Perhaps because the Collector is taking too many victims in his notebook too fast, it would be hard to capture him unless we keep him still…”

“So you need a Miraculous that could keep the Collector from moving around?” Plagg hummed, before he grinned, “That’s something the Bee Miraculous would be useful for…”

“The Bee?” Tirumushi hummed, nodding his head, “Sounds good…but will I have time to find someone to wield it?”

“Why not just unify me with Sugarcube and just destroy the Collector’s book in ten seconds flat?”

That was a thought.

Looking down at the ring in hand, Tirumushi bit his lower lip. It was risky to wield both Ladybug and Cat together…but…

“No, Tirumushi,” Master Fu was quick the snatch the ring from his hand, shaking his head grimly, “Combining both Miraculous would be of dire consequences. I shall keep the ring safe until Miss Bourgeois returns to us. If you want to use the Bee Miraculous and pick an ally to use it, then do so now before I change my mind.”

The Ladybug Hero nodded his head, already watching Master Fu get the Miracle Box and open it, and the Ladybug hero soon grabbed for the Bee Hair Comb. De-transforming back to Izuku, he fed Tikki to re-charge and transformed back, swinging his yo-yo out the window and made his way out of there.

“Whereis Tirumushi?!”

Rubis Renard jumped back from the Collector approaching him, trying to place up illusion after illusion up to distract the villain while Sheruta had her shield up and trying to protect Adrien, who stood behind her.

“Where is Feline Noire?” Adrien asked once more, looking at the Turtle Heroine, “Shouldn’t they be here?!”

“They shall return with more help. For now, please keep behind me,” Sheruta responded, her eyes widened when the Collector switched targets, already throwing his book at her direction and breaking her shield.

“SHERUTA!” The Fox Hero soon pulled up his flute and played on it, then waved his flute in the air, “Mirage!”

Sheruta and Adrien both disappeared from the Collector’s sight, making the villain yell out in fury as he threw his book at Rubis Renard, making him vanish into his book. Sheruta cursed, not even half-way escaping with Adrien in her arms when the illusion on them faded, which made the Collector capture them as well.

“Now that I’ve collected your friends, Tirumushi, stop cowering and come out with Feline Noire AND SURRENDER YOUR MIRACULOUS!”

Tirumushi was hidden behind a building while watching, closing his eyes with gritted teeth. He needed to find a worthy ally now before anything else happens. He looked around some, pursing his lips before his eyes landed on Alya hiding in the bushes, filming everything. Taking a breath, he soon jumped beside her sneakily, and tapped her shoulder.

Whirling around in surprise, Alya blinked before smiling brightly, “Tirumushi! You’re here!…But h-hold on, Feline Noire isn’t with you?”

“She was compromised, which is why I’m asking you, Alya Cesaire, for your help.”

As soon as Tirumushi said these words, Alya’s eyes sparkled in excitement, bouncing in place before nodding her head, “Yes! O-Of course! I’d be honoured to help!”

“Alya Cesaire. Here is the Miraculous of—”

“THERE YOU ARE!”

Alya’s eyes widened as she looked behind the Ladybug Hero, pushing him out of the way as she screamed out, disappearing into the Collector’s book as Tirumushi skidded to the side with a groan. His eyes widened when the book was coming back for him, and soon jumped away, barely dodging it.

“Hah! Looks like you’re all alone, insect,” The Collector chuckled, as he held his precious book in hand, smirking, “This should make this easy~”

“Lucky Charm!” Tirumushi called as he summoned his object, before he blinked and looked down at his hand, “A bicycle pedal?”

Frowning, he looked around for a moment, stumped for once. 

The Collector laughed at this, “It seems your so called Lucky Charm failed you~ Maybe it’s telling you to backpedal and surrender. You cannot defeat me, you can’t even touch me~”

“So says YOU, you walking fashion disaster!” Plagg appeared protectively in front of Tirumushi, before he suddenly had a dark energy in his nub like hands, lifting it up in the air then shouting, “CATACLYSM!”

Tirumushi’s eyes widened before he saw the ground beneath him crumble, and jumped away to higher grounds, watching how the streets just collapse under the Collector. The Collector struggled as he soon was trying to run as well, collecting all the rubble and debris falling his way. The ground shook, as some buildings were starting to sink down.

“Plagg, that was very dangerous of you to do without a holder,” Tirumushi groaned, as Plagg huffed.

“You’re welcome, kid. Now figure out how to use your Lucky Charm and fix everything!”

Tirumushi looked around some more, but then thought of something, “…What if he has no more pages left in his book…”

Suddenly, his instincts activated as he looked back at the bicycle pedal shined under his vision, and looked around some more. He saw a large truck open that contained various boxes of CDs inside. Beside it, there seemed to be what looked like a confetti machine. 

‘Bingo.’

Grinning, he soon rushed to the truck, landing inside and used his yo-yo to pull the confetti machine towards him. He soon stuck the pedal at the side, and soon stuffed some CDs inside. 

“Plagg! Crank this pedal for me as fast as you can!” Tirumushi commanded, already seeing The Collector gathering his bearings and storming towards them, “NOW!”

Plagg squeaked, saluting before he started pushing at the pedals for his life, and Tirumushi kept on stuffing CDs inside. He watched as said disks were flying out of the canon, aiming at the Collector. Using his book, Collector managed to pull them in page by page, and Tirumushi smirked when he noticed that the Collector was on his last one.

“W-what?! NO!”

“Time to end this!” Tirumushi was quick to rush at him, using his yo-yo to grab for the book, pull it back to him and destroyed it, “No more evil doing for YOU, little Akuma~”

Capturing the corrupted butterfly, he managed to cleanse and release it to the air, then brought the bicycle pedal in hand before turning it in the air.

“MIRACULOUS, TIRUMUSHI~!”

Paris magically turned back to the way it was, even bringing back the missing people, which included a confused looking Rubis Renard, Sheruta and Adrien.

Gabriel Agreste was back to his normal self, looking around for a moment in a daze, “…Where am I?”

Sighing in relief, Tirumushi looked to his teammates and smiled, walking over to them.

Rubis Renard groaned, “Man. Our first mission together and it stunk.”

“Well, it’s a learning curve. One we can improve on for the next time,” The Ladybug holder said confidently, raising his fist up, “Pound it?”

Both the Fox and Turtle heroes smiled, bringing their own fists up to join with the green haired hero’s.

“Pound it!”

“Father!” Adrien yelled, rushing over to his dad and checking up on him, “A-are you okay?”

“Adrien?” Gabriel slowly said, getting his bearings together before he looked remorseful, “My son…I…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Pere!” Adrien cried, wrapping his arms around the man and sobbed into his chest, “I-I didn’t mean to take your book of inspirations! I was just so curious of what you and Mom were hiding, and wanted to learn more about you guys. B-Because you two are always gone and…I-I promise, the book is with me, safe and sound! I’ll return it to you s-so please don’t pull me out from school and leave me alone again…”

The heroes watched awkwardly and decided that they should leave the Agreste men alone for now and head back to the Fashion Show.

A gasp escaped Tirumushi.

“Chloe!”

He hissed under his breath in worry, already moving to swing away from here, his teammates following behind him.

Once Adrien and Gabriel seemed to have finished their father and son moment, Gabriel was already making a call to Gorilla to bring their car and pick them up so they could return to the fashion show. He was pretty sure that he worried his wife greatly, even though he didn’t remember what happened.

Adrien smiled as he watched his father, but then blinked as he felt something under his shoe. Tilting his head, he lifted his food up and saw a shining golden trinket glinting right before him. Curious, he picked it up, observing it for a moment before pocketing into his shirt.

‘Cool. Souvenir~’

“Lo-tan!” Izuku, now de-transformed along with Nathaniel and Kagami, rushed towards the blonde and brought her into his arms before he cupped her face, checking over her frantically, “A-are you okay? Are you in pain anywhere?”

“Ugh, Izu-Sweetie, relax! I’m fine,” Chloe assured him with a huff, although she pouted in disappointment, “But damn it! Turns out I was utterly useless this time around too. I can’t believe that I couldn’t help again.”

“Neither did we,” Kagami bowed her head with shame, as she then sighed, “We were also no help.”

“B-But we just started working as a team and still trying to figure things out,” Izuku reasoned as he watched his team looking down on themselves, “Besides, this is good! It means we can learn from our mistakes today and do better the next time. Speaking of mistakes…”

Izuku turned to Plagg and gave a look.

Plagg just smiled innocently.

“Anyways, I think you should give me my ring back so that we could be ready in case of another Akuma attack,” Chloe breathed out, already holding out her hand.

Izuku felt himself sweat-drop, “Ah, shoot! Master Fu has your ring. I should go back and get it and at the same time return the—“

…

Chloe, Nathaniel and Kagami looked at the horror stricken face of Izuku, paling and sweating looking like he sucked a lemon a little too hard.

“Izuku-kun?” Kagami questioned, looking how Izuku was reaching into his shirt pockets, patting over them with tears.

“Izu-sweetie, what’s wrong?” Chloe asked in concern as Nathaniel also asked if he was okay, and Izuku let out a scream, “Ehhh?? Why are you—?”

“T-The Bee Miraculous—it’s gone!”

“….EHHHHHHHHH???” The trio yelled as Izuku was jumping around in panic and started running out of there.

But not before Inko had grabbed his arm and started dragging him back inside.

“Where are you going, Izuku? The Fashion Show is about to start back up and we have to be in support for Marinette and them~” She stated sweetly, Izuku flailing about and looking scared.

“Don’t worry, Izuku! We’ll go look for it for you,” Kagami whispered to Izuku secretly, “Me and Nathaniel can sneak out of here while you and Chloe go back and cheer for Marinette. You can count on us!”

Izuku nodded in defeat, feeling the guilt and anxiety swirling in his guts as he watched both the fencer and artist rush out of there. How could have this happened? How could he have foolishly lost a Miraculous?!

Part Two Coming Soon..

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Loved your insight on Shadowheart. There is fiction out there that I can literally read in her voice and think: That's SH. And then there is some where she is just so ooc. I have a question tho: First what did you mean with 'that woman' and second what do you think about SH and the Mizora scene. Many experience it as approval. I read it more as even a bit of insecurity. Also you can tell her twice that you think she is beautiful. And both times she thanks you but almost sounds a bit dismissive. Like she has heard it a lot already. Last one: I always hated that you can never really confront SH about the stuff in the Shadowlands. Also as cleric of Selune, I was a bit angry that you can't ask her if maybe Shar plans to have her kill you. I have a lot of feelings about that character.

Ah, you mean my post saying I was tired of Shadowheart being relegated to "the woman" role in fanart?

I have another post where I go on a tangent about it, so all I will say here is that some fandom portrayals of her feel stereotypical and dehumanizing rather than something that represents her character. Made to look like some AI generated barbie with big tits and a dollface as a result. It's frustrating to me because I wish people talked more about her story, but instead she is just "the woman".

As for Shadowheart's reaction to Mizora - it is certainly an aspect of her character intended by her writer for her to be open to vices. The writer uses Shadowheart's experience in the Sharran cult to portray her as a natural dark mistress. Any scenes that involve references to bondage, temptation, vices, obedience, punishment, or torture tends to have Shadowheart chiming in with a domme type shtick.

Additionally, on twitter, Shadowheart's writer offered ideas for writing general and spicy scenes with her:

I personally find this type of domme as providing a service and pretending rather than being fully into the dynamic. So I see the scene and associated behaviors in a dual way:

I think the author fully intends Shadowheart to be open and encouraging to sharing her partner, but that she also wants to be able to grant permission to it as a means of stability, commitment, and sexy control.

However I find aspects of Shadowheart's character to be realistically insecure, where I read a lot of Shadowheart's domme behaviors as predominantly play/roleplay in a way where she could not perform the role seriously or for the entirety of the relationship.

In scenes where she makes these types of comments, she seems bored. This boredom is sexy to subs who are into this (they like being dismissed), but it feels dispassionate in a way that is unsustainable. Compare this to Lae'zel's fiery dominance or Minthara's aura of authority. One of these things is not like the other.

It feels like Shadowheart is ok with the Mizora situation as a means of trying to gain control over the situation (read: insecurity) but also because the writer is intent on having Shadowheart be a medium to explore kink, which I find poorly integrated into the character. This is also the writer for Halsin, whose sexual nature and openness to poly also feels poorly integrated compared to his character from early access. Clearly I don't mind these aspects, but some of it doesn't fully vibe with the character portrayed.

Speaking of early access, for your last comment, Shadowheart's story got streamlined.

In Act 1 (which is retained from early access), Shadowheart makes a pitch to you when asked about Shar worship.

"Shar, Mistress of the Night and Lady of Loss. Most fear the dark, like children, because in darkness they see their fears reflected. But Shar teaches us to step beyond fear. Beyond loss. In darkness we don’t hide, we act. Pain. Hope. The promise of better days. All of these are heavy cloaks that bend our backs and burden our hearts. "We shed those cloaks. Before Shar we stand gloriously naked, beyond the vanities of mortals. "We tear down the lies the world is drunk on: the institutions they trust, the so-called gods they worship. The lives they cling to. We destroy false idols, topple corrupt organizations, fight heretics wherever they're found. "There's often suffering - death even. Many people break before they embrace Shar's truths."

While we can write this off as propaganda she had been fed, it actually does sound like a convincing argument. Remember that Shadowheart's mission was to retrieve the artifact that held the truth of Vlaakith's reign. The truth that could undermine a tyrant. A false god. Ignoring the Emperor for a moment, the sharrans are acting as whistleblowers according to Shadowheart's description. Anarchist. Freedom via deconstruction of autocratic systems. (Although we know the truth of Shar is the destruction of all system. Order giving way to cosmic chaos. The end of all existence. She is divine oblivion.)

But once we get to the Shadowcursed lands, Shar worship is pretty much just a cult and only a cult. The only way anyone would ever join this cult is through brainwashing or intense grief. It really is a moment of that meme "Damn girl, you live like this?"

It feels like originally, the writers were going with something that would make us see why someone would turn to Shar for philosophy, not just desperate salvation. I imagine you'd have had more debates as a Selunite or good-aligned god in that version of the game. Rather that what we got in launch version where is as basic as "come to the light child."

Shadowheart, we needed more of you and your story!

[light-of-resolution]

[ Workin' on some drafts.

So who wants a starter from the grumpy old king? ]

[your-darling-gaze]

OOC POST

Pain twists like barbed wire, relentless and sharp, each moment a heavy weight dragging the soul. It whispers in the shadows, a cruel reminder that breath can be a burden. Yet, in that darkness, death waits softly, a gentle embrace promising release. It offers peace where suffering cannot tread, dissolving the torment into stillness. In that final surrender, pain fades to a distant echo, and solace blooms in the quiet of the void, where the heart finally finds rest.

I'm not physically well lately and it has been caving away at me for a while now. I'm most likely about to go in for surgery for Bowel adhesions and therapy for Absence seizures. I had a hard time trying to frame this but I am hoping I will be okay. People have given me love here; I consider myself very very lucky. If I'm unavailable for any reason, consider this an apology. If you seek love here, I do love you. Until next time. Rae.

@the-loss-of-my-life @soldier-bucky-barnes @ireallyliketacosokay

[chiosblog]

Per l'ask game💛:)

12, 17, 21, 25 , 34 e 48

Ce ne sono un sacco quindi non sapevo che scegliere XD ma ovviamente puoi fare solo quelle che vuoi!

Grazieee💛

12.  Describe your perfect writing space

My desk in my room, big bonus points if my cat is on the desk with me.

A requirement I have (but sadly happen very rarely) is being completely alone at home. When I write I like to comment my own work and scream at times lmao so if there is other people around that kinda make it impossible to do.

Also hearing my family talking in the background take me out completely from the writing mood and that's fucking annoying.

The best thing would be being able to have some beautiful view in the wild in front of me but that's not easy to do lmao

17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I don't have specific rituals before writing other than having some spare time and listening to music (well that's a thing I do 24/7 not just while writing XD).

But if I really wanna be in a cozy mood I prepare myself some tea.

21.  Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

To be completely honest I love writing characters who are, in some capacity, similar to me; if a character is on a completely different planet compared to me it may be a fun passtime but the writing process become really tiring.

I know a good writer knows how to write every type of character but since I do it just for fun I dont wanna that to become a burden. I abandoned the idea of posting/sharing my works for like 8 years for that exact reason and I've been coming back to that just in the last year but it's not my priority to become the best writer ever lol.

25.  Favourite part of writing

Like you said, having your brain collaborating it's the best part of the writing process XD

But the best moment is having the right inspiration with the right music at the right time and having the best people give you a feedback on your work 💛

34.  What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Well I don't usually write heavy stuff (for my own sanity lol) but one scene I remember struggling was the end scene (the beach one) of 'When All Is Said and Done'.

It was the last scene so it had to have meaning for it to be a good conclusion to the story (and thats no easy task lol) but the real problem were the feelings.

That moment of the story in particular gave me the opportunity to externalize some of that melancholic feelings that for some reason I carry around all the time. It's hard to put into words but it helped me handling these feelings cause they can create the most overwhelming experience both in a positive and negative way.

Sorry if that make no sense but thats how my mind work 😵

48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

Well I dont have self insert characters because, as I said, I write characters I can vibe with, even tho we are not that similar at the end.

But I wrote many self insert scenes if I can call them that lol

I've written most of them just for myself ages ago and dont remember shit about them lmao

But the latest was in 'Ultimately' which I still havent posted yet ooops (I will, soon tho!)

In that fic, Murdock's emotions get real close to what I've been feeling for a big part of my life so putting it down was kinda liberating but at the same time also embarassing on some level cause I was afraid he would become to ooc.

But I enjoyed it at the end cause, you know, that's some good whump for my favorite characters lol

[the-caged-jester]

ooc post idk:/

uhh tw for heavy violence just a vent about my ex:/

I want to bash your head into a wall as much as I can to the point it messes you up as much as possible but it doesn’t kill you.

I hope you live a really long life. I hope you reach your hundreds, but with no one around you. I hope everyone around you either leaves forever or dies. I hope you deal with guilt for each person. I hope you’re never free of that burden.

I hope you have the worst luck to befall you, to live the most miserable life ever. I hope you love the longest life in modern history, that every time you try to die or something happens that can kill you just get lucky. Every. Single. Time.

Fuck you and your promises. Fuck you and your love. I hate you. I think I hate you more than my father. You used to be my favorite, I put you above everyone, I’ve lost people for you. Now I hate you the most. Now you’re my least favorite. If I was put in a room full of everyone who has ever hurt me, my abusers, my fake friends, my bullies, my father, everyone. I would choose to fight you. I would choose to scream at you.

So yeah. Fuck you. I hate you. I hate you more than anything. Out of all the shit I’ve been through. All the trauma that’s been put on me throughout my whole life, you probably fucked me up the worst. Probably because you’re the one who hurts the most.

I hate you more than anything, but I meant it when I said I could never stop loving you. Because I still do. I still love you so much, it hurts. Which only makes me hate you more.

Fuck you.

[honorforged]

Guidelines

The Basics 

This is a private & mutuals only portrayal of Fire Lord Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender, with heavy influences from comic canon. Default timeline set post Smoke and Shadow, approximately 4 years after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender. Blog est. March 2025. Crossovers are highly encouraged!

I am a mature, literate, mutuals only, selective, & moderately active roleplayer. I work full-time from home, which allows me to roleplay off and on throughout the day but I keep the bulk of my activity to my days off. I reply to all threads via a queue. During the week I frequently do live, back and forth of whatever I’m feeling ‘into’ at the time.

I enjoy chatting ooc and building connections with mutuals, but for online safety, I keep personal details limited. I’m here to roleplay and create a positive, fun environment. If our interactions aren’t bringing you good vibes, feel free to block me, and we’ll part ways without any hard feelings. Let’s keep it light and enjoyable!

I am dedicated to fostering a hate-free environment. I want to emphasize that I will not share, discuss, or even acknowledge any anonymous submissions that convey purposeful negativity. If you feel the need to voice something hurtful anonymously, I believe it’s best left unsaid. While it may seem harsh, I won’t publicly address the issue of anonymous hate directed at others. I believe that bringing it into the open only exacerbates the problem. My support will always be offered in private.

I prefer to avoid political discussions on this blog, and I’d appreciate it if you could tag those posts so I can filter them out. We live in a world that’s overwhelmed with political discourse, and for my mental well-being, I need a space that allows me to decompress and escape from daily stressors. I kindly ask that you tag any political content with terms like “tw: politics,” “tw: current events,” “politics for cw,” “current events cw,” and “politics cw,” so I can maintain a quiet, stress-free environment here.

My Portrayal

My portrayal of Zuko is influenced by both series, movie, and comic canon. I will often reference people and events from those sources, so if you’re not familiar with something, please let me know. The comics I use are The Promise, The Search, Smoke & Shadow, Ashes of the Academy, and Legacy of the Fire Nation

Zuko’s canon is rooted in the rich culture of the Fire Nation, influenced by East Asian aesthetics and traditions. As the Fire Lord, Zuko’s portrayal is grounded in the complexities of royal duty, honor, and the weight of leading a nation that once sought global dominance. My characterization incorporates the hierarchical structures, formalities, and customs intrinsic to Fire Nation nobility, reflecting the societal norms and expectations of Zuko’s world.

When interacting in character, it’s important to respect these cultural elements; if your character behaves in a way that disregards Fire Nation etiquette or challenges Zuko’s authority without just cause, he will respond as any ruler burdened with responsibility would. Although the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender is fictional, it operates under its own set of rules and customs that help maintain the integrity of the fourth wall, enhancing our world-building and making interactions feel more immersive.

I am open to engaging at any point in Zuko’s timeline and can easily adapt to your preferred era or storyline.

The series Once Upon A time is NOT canon, I do, however, have a verse for OUAT, so while I do write OUAT centered content I am not OUAT focused, so please remember Frozen =/= OUAT. There are events/people in OUAT that I’ll only reference in plots where it’s relevant.

My portrayal of Zuko has a profound connection with ❇ bloodofthefates, droplct, and paishodragon. These partners have established a lasting bond with both Zuko and myself. While I am always open to new connections, this group holds a special place in our hearts. Their influence is intricately woven into the fabric of Zuko’s narrative, which is why I prioritize them in my storytelling. For instance, when Zuko speaks of Iroh, he is specifically referencing his relationship with paishodragon’s portrayal of Iroh.

Crossovers

I absolutely love crossovers! If you have a plot idea, feel free to share it with me or tag me in a starter. I’m open to placing Zuko in various timelines, even if your character’s world is outside of Avatar: The Last Airbender or set in a different historical or fantasy context. However, horror, occult, most animes and video games, and vampire genres don’t typically capture my interest, except for a few exceptions like Kingdom Hearts, Apothicary Diaries, Full Metal Alchemist, Skyrim, Assassin’s Creed, and The Legend of Zelda. For other genres, I evaluate them on a case-by-case basis.

Replies, Activity, & Plotting

Roleplay is a cherished hobby for me, and I want to keep it lighthearted and fun. I manage this blog with smaller threads and a lot of memes – memes are the best way to interact with me and get things started – and I aim to reply about once a week via a queue. I don’t expect everyone to match my pace; a bit of consistency helps keep our stories flowing more easily for me as someone with ADD-PI, but life gets busy, and we all have different paces, so please don’t stress about replies to our interactions taking longer. Having some semi consistent ooc communication is extremely helpful for me as well. If you’re comfortable with that, I enjoy chatting ooc about our muses and hearing that you’re enjoying the interactions as much as I am. We don’t need to become best friends or share personal details; I thrive when there is a good ooc connection between us, and it helps form a strong bond between our characters, which is also important to me.

If you’ve come to me to brainstorm and collaborate, I expect you to have some ideas in mind so we can work together effectively. If I find myself doing all the heavy lifting, I’ll have to decline further interaction for now. Please feel free to reach out when you have a clearer vision of what you’re looking for. Of course, if I’ve approached you, I should be the one bringing ideas to the table.

Asks & Memes

I know some of you aren’t comfortable sending dms to ask for clarification so I wanted to do that here. I am a big sender of memes. I know how crummy it feels to post memes hoping for interactions and not getting any so I make an effort to send as many as I can to mutuals.

Some of my favorite, most feelsy, and hilarious interactions have spurned from memes. It doesn’t matter if the post was intended by the op as an assumed relationship or nsfw prompt, I’m going to send one that seems innocuous to me so you can be creative with it and decide the context. I would never and have never purposefully pushed shipping/relationships with anyone.

All it means is that line read as funny or feelsy to me out of nsfw context and I could see Zuko saying it

My ask box is open to everyone, which is a great opportunity for me to engage with blogs I may have missed or didn’t know about. However, I kindly ask that you refrain from reblogging our asks and turning them into threads, as this creates an obligation for me to manage more threads than I can handle. As I said above, I genuinely enjoy memes and dash comms. and some of my best moments and relationships have sprung from spontaneous asks with exciting plot developments. If that happens and you’re interested in turning it into a thread, please reach out and ask me first! I also love being tagged in shippy content, so I encourage my mutuals to share those feelings with me. To make it easier, I track the tag wintersovereign.

Following & Unfollowing

I keep my dashboard aligned with my character’s interests, and I take the time to check out every blog that follows me for potential interactions. I just cannot be mutuals with every person who follows me. If I don’t follow you back, please don’t take it personally; it’s not a reflection of you as a person or a writer. You’re more than welcome to keep following and sending anons if you’d like! I also post starters that anyone can respond to, so feel free to engage.

If we’re mutuals and you ever feel the need to end our connection, I’d appreciate a soft block. I really value open and honest communication, and I’m always open to addressing any concerns or misunderstandings directly. However, I understand that not everyone feels comfortable discussing these matters, and that’s okay. If you feel it’s best to part ways, I just ask that you make it a clean break, as I prefer not to have lingering connections on my dash. Thank you for understanding. 

Duplicates

I prefer to limit interactions with duplicate characters to just a few, as repetitive plots can become tedious and lead to boredom, especially considering my ADHD. However, I’m open to engaging with a well-crafted duplicate character if we can brainstorm an interesting plot together. This guideline, however, does not apply to characters from the Frozen canon.

My Zuko is the only Zuko on this blog. He will not acknowledge the existence of other Zukos in other universes. When we interact, I will treat your character as the version of them that is canon to Zuko. For example, any Iroh he meets will be his uncle.

I’ve made a commitment to fostering a supportive community within the rpc and I appreciate and support my fellow Zuko muns. It’s vital to recognize the line between finding inspiration in each other and imitation, especially when it comes to our unique portrayals of characters like Zuko. Each writer brings their own voice and creativity to the table, and it’s important that we honor that diversity. By promoting kindness and collaboration, we can create an environment where everyone feels valued and respected.

Shipping

I love the romance genre, and while I write extensively within it, my primary focus isn’t on shipping characters. Instead, I’m drawn to character development and exploring relationships —whether they be friendships, familial bonds, or rivalries. When I consider a potential ship, the chemistry between characters is what truly motivates me.

I practice shipping exclusivity to maintain consistent character dynamics and deepen connections through focused storytelling. If I have established a ship, I’m not able to replicate that connection with other versions of the same character. This isn’t personal or driven by anxiety; it’s just how my mind works creatively. Once my muse is attached, that is the only version of that muse he wants romantically. That said, this isn’t something I expect my partners to reciprocate; they are free to ship with duplicates if that’s something they want to do.

I’m open to shipping a variety of pairings on this blog, as long as there’s genuine chemistry involved; however, I have strong reservations about incest, and pedophilia is a hard no.

As for Zuko, I envision him as heterosexual (demisexual). Regarding NSFW content, I’m over 18, as is my character. Any sexual content will be tagged as usfw.

Addendums 

Things pop up every now and then that I hadn’t thought to or just haven’t added to this page yet, I post those here.