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decembermoonskz · 2 years ago

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+ stray kids : ROCK-STAR (樂-STAR) | my comeback review/thoughts °˖✧

time for another skz comeback hehehehehe i have some thoughts about the mv so i'll jot them down as well but we're talking album first! if you're interested click under the cut >:D

album ;

★ - favorite

:: MEGAVERSE ★

!!!!! okay i love this song so much! it's a great intro!

i was getting a lot of maze of memories vibes ngl

the BEAT DROP THO :00000

i loved seungmin and jeongin's vocals

jisung and hyun's raps were my faves

chris doing the outro >>>>>

already i like it more than lalalala ngl but onto that one

:: LALALALA

the bass is so nasty /pos

i'm happy changbin opens the song hehehe

rap line really popped off fr fr

the pre-chorus is so heavenly 😩 i love it so much

the drop again is soooo good the key changing in the background is so satisfying hehe

HYUNJIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (start of verse 2)

kinda wanted seungmin's part to last a bit longer afterwards

jisung needs to chill /pos

CHRISTOPHERRRRRRRRRRRRRR (pre-chorus 2)

kinda not a fan of the song format this time around but lix saying "oh shit" is so good lol

jisung doing the second chorus start is perfect

CHRISTOPHER FALSETTO IS KILLING ME (I will never get over that ever. you hear me? ever.)

the hype ending reminded me of a yg song highkey (ikon/treasure vibes)

overall good title track solid 8.5/10 for me

:: BLIND SPOT

!!! oh! this is more upbeat than i expected!

jisung vocals!!!! >>>>>

jeongin ��🥺🥺🥺🥺

oh this is so uplifting.. 🥺🥺 heart feeling all warm and shit

OH HELLO THE SYNTH!!! i actually like it those really high synths sometimes bother but not this time

changbin!!! *head bops*

the pre-chorus feels really nice. like it's building up to something so happy and satisfying

the chorus is so cute tho!! 😭

hehehehe chris..... (read: FALSETTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

oh i like the switch up for the last chorus/outro

this one is so cute. very tmt vibes ngl it's so cute

:: COMFLEX ★

👀 oh? (classic skz sirens)

HEY NOW! *starts jamming*

that intro tho was perfect

jeongin!!!!!!!!!!!???????? YOU DON'T GIVE A WHAT????? (are skz saying fuck it when it comes to cursing now LOL fuck yeah)

oh the message is awesome

CHRISTOPER?!?!?!? AYO FUCK YEAH

THE DROP IS SO GOOD!!!

hyunsung you better fuck that rap up

i love the embracing all my scars and imperfections

i knew felix would do the drop intro this time

OH I LOVE THIS SONG

the bridge has such a goof melody tho

vocalracha is killing it

CHRIS I WILL SCREAM (that intro to the drop is so hot i love that for chanlix)

oh i love that one so much

:: Cover Me

omg that first 10 seconds is so peaceful i love it

omg i'm kinda speechless. this song is so beautiful 🥺🥺🥺

my brain is so smooth for this song HAHA

that whole first section was so pretty i felt like i was being carried through it (if that makes sense)

chris has so many falsetto moments in this album and i'm loving it

"the sun will always be there waiting after the rain" damn i'm crying ig

i'm not usually one for ballads but this one hits so nicely

i think it has to do with that electric guitar in the back

hyun!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

SEUNGMIN MAIN VOCAL!!

omg him and chris holding those notes was so satisfying!!!

this is my new fave ballads they have (right next to waiting for us)

what? nooo i don't want it to be over 😭😭 that was so nice

need to see this in concert

:: Leave ★

WHAT IS THIS PERFECT LOFI INTRO???????????????

OMFG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

THE JAZZY LOFI VIBE I'M IN LOVE

changsung serenading with rap somehow i love this

i thought this would be the ballad (i mean it kinda is) but this has more chill than ballad omg

feels like a jisung song

CHRIS PLEASEEEE

the chorus is soooo nice

omg electric guitar again!!! it's so good the way they use it

oooh the second verse with minho is so nice yesssss

hyunjin better stop...

ah i almost that it was over but i was like "there's one more isn't there" lol

CHANGBIN VOCALSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK YESSSSSSSSSS ALL I ASK FOR GOD

seungmin backup vocals are so good

that was so nice def a fave

:: Social Path Ft. LiSA (KR Version)

i wasn't sure how they could change much since it's a english predominant song but okay?

i'm very biased and don't like their language switch-ups most of my time but this one is okay

the lyrics sound fluid actually LET'S GO

LiSA vocals (i'm in heaven)

this is literally my dream collab you have no idea

my fave group and one of my fave vocalists ever they did this for me actually

i love the "now or never" melody so much still

i don't have that many thoughts about this one bc i liked this one before

the korean lyrics fit fine since there weren't that many to start with but this is an okay language switch-up imo (this is rare for me so know that's good lol)

:: LALALALA (Rock Version)

OH GUITARS FUCK YES

OMG FUCK YES THIS IS SO GOOD THE DRUMS!!!!

oooooo the pre-chorus is more intense instead of heavenly I LIKE IT

oh the drop feels so different ngl bc of the inst. it makes it feel like a diff song

oh seungmin's part after hyun is better in this version ngl the hits are nice

changsung raps >>>>>>

the guitars are so fucking good

the rock inst. + chris' voice is amazing

OOOOOH THE BRIDGE IS AWESOME SO INTENSE AND HYPE-BUILDING

THE MUSIC DROPPED OUT AND CAME BACK WITH HYUN LET'S GO I LOVE THAT

more caps in this version bc it's so hype

oh the hits with lix's la la la is so satisfying

hehe 24/7- anyway

this feels like this should be the live version (i hope it is)

OH! different outro i liked that outro more i think

overall i like the alterations in this version but i like the og more still

mv/performance ;

so i'll keep it brief on the mv. it's not good for me. i love the color palette (browns and blacks are so so nice for me) but i really don't like it overall. they've had so many better ones imo.

it's just not for me. it kinda tainted my first impression of the song but i like it a lot more after watching music bank (i'm so excited for the studio choom)

it was a bit too frenetic and chaotic for me. it didn't go with the song that well and felt too random (a bus, a pirate ship and clowns? alien cg creatures too? too much and it doesn't go together). the editing for this mv was some of the worst i've seen for a skz mv and that's shocking to me bc they are so well-known for the editing of their mvs but i just really have no words for how messy it felt.

also the way the screen time for the vocal line felt so much more scuffed compared to the rap line tilted me a lot (i barely saw jeongin and chris in the mv and that bummed me out a lot).

overall i won't need to rewatch the mv that much. i am content looking at stayblr's gifs of the mv.

now as for the performance aspects, i really like the choreo and it really feels intense and hype. it's perfect for a concert which is always smth i think about in terms of them.

the chorus choreo is so powerful and i love the pre-chorus stuff it reminds me a bit of back door's pre-chorus choreo. like the vibes and stuff

the outro chorus choreo is so hype and it makes me bop my head as i watch.

tldr: i dislike the mv, but the choreo and energy are great!

final thoughts ;

i'm so happy my boys are back and they definitely did great with this one. is it better than 5-star for me? mmm i don't think so if i were to compare them i still love the 5-star album more. HOWEVER i really think the b-sides are amazing on this album. megaverse and comflex are so amazing and cover me and leave are so nice. i love when skz show their more gentle and softer sides in their songs since they're known for bangers. the mv nearly tainted my whole love for this cb tho so i'm def gonna overlook that. however skz never disappoints with bringing the hype energy and once again they've shown out with this comeback. they definitely made it rock (lol lemme stop). overall out of 10 i think this comeback was an 8/10 bordering 8.5/10 bc i really like the album itself. i can't wait for their next tour i need to see this stuff live >:)

#izzy talks comebacks #stray kids #skz #stray kids comeback #skz comeback #skz rockstar #stray kids rockstar #stray kids lalalala #skz lalalala

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sixpigeonz · 1 year ago

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HEY I THINK A PART OF THE VDAY POST IS MISSING WHERE'D SAPNAP'S HAPPY ENDING GO (/pos that destroyed me)

IM SORRY dream booked a reservation at a restaurant they'd all been talking about going too outside of town but as he greets george at the front door he grows confused when sapnap doesn't come barreling down the stairs to greet him. now that he thinks about it he didn't see sapnap for the day, missing out of the heart shaped pancakes he made that morning an the sleepy cuddles him and george shared that afternoon. if fact he hasn't seen sapnap a lot that week but it was probably long hours of streaming that made him tired

yeah that was it

without much thought dream ran up to sapnaps room, knocking on the door before cracking it open, trying to hide his giddiness at the upcoming date.

"sapnap? ready to go?" he said into the room but with came no response.

"sapnap?" he called again this time pushing the door fully open and walking into his room. it was a mess, and he knew it couldn't be because of naomi and milo since they were off at his parents house.

his bed sheets were scattered across the floor, the lamp on his bedside table layed shattered on the ground and pillows were thrown haphazardly around the room. it didn't take long for dream to finally register the shower coming from sapnaps bathroom, his concern for the mess leaving as he placed where the youngest was.

"I can't believe your still bathing sap-"

But his words stopped in his throat at the sight. Sapnap sat on the floor of the shower, legs curled up against his chest, head burried between his knees as heavy sobs shook his entire body. the sound of the door opening startled him, jumping up so quickly from the ground he slipped and panicked, arm shooting out to hold onto the wrack that held his shampoo, the bottle falling to the floor with. aloud bang.

"Dream?" Sapnaps voice cracked, arms shotting to cover his naked form.

Dream wasted no time in walking into the shower, not caring that his suit was in direct line of the water shooting out against his back, both of his hands cupping sapnap's cheeks

"What's wrong pandas?"

And sapnap breaks, falling into dreams chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as mumbled giberish escaped him mouth. Dream just continued to hold him tighter, rocking them side to side as he buried his face into his shoulder

Suddenly the water stops and george appeared standing outside with a concerned face, wrapping his suit jacket around sapanaps shoulders, kissing his now clothed colarbone

"Let's get you out of here sappy,"

Sapnap let them guide him out of the shower and into some frsh clothes (dreams hoodie and georges sweats) dream and george also get undressed into something more comfotable, forgetting all about their plans as they squish sapnap between then in dreams bed, dreams hand combing through sapnaps hair and georges leg throwing over his hip

"I'm sorry for ruining your day," sapnap managed to mumbled into dreams chest, wipping his eyes and pulling back a bit to shoot them. a forced smile, "You guys can go now ill be fine,"

"Are you kidding sap? We're not leaving you after that." george scroffs, pressing a kiss to the back of his head

"Not until you feel better nick, we're here for you. always okay?"

"But you were thought," sapnap muttered softly, tears prickling at his eyes once more, "Leave i mean,"

"Not without you babe," dream said confused but keeping his voice soft, "never without you,"

"You never asked."

"What do you me-"

"YOU NEVER ASKED!" this time sapnap screamed, a chocked cry following his words, "I'm not suppose to be here youre not suppose to be here," His breath becomes short, "You don't want me here,"

george stayed confused, trying his best to calm sapmap down as it all clicked in dreams head

"We never asked..." he whsipered back, "Sapnap i- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- I just assumed you knew you'd be our valentine,"

"You didn't ask?" George whisper shouted over sapnap head, hand reaching over to slap dream's arm, "What do you mean you didn't ask?"

"hey it's okay.. i mean I get it," sapnap broke the intense glare between his boyfriends, "I guess I just thought since you did a whole thing for george you would do something for me too? But i mean you've never done anything before so maybe that was dumb of me to freak out about haha,"

"I can't fucking believe this-" george mumbled, turning sapnap around to face him, "we wanted you here the entire time sapnap, always. im sorry this idiot forgot to ask you,"

"George is right i am an idiot. The biggest fucking idiot of course you'd want to be asked. it was dumb of me to think otherwise, i shouldnt of assumed," Dream sighed, squeezing him tightly, "I'm so fucking sorry nick, do you-"

"-want to be my valentine?" George cut him off smugly, taking hold of sapnaps hands.

Sapnap smilled softly, nodding his head.

"HA! I got him first! ya snooze ya loose dingus,"

"WAIT THATS NOT FAIR!"

"IT IS NOW!"

"GUYS!" sapnap giggled, whipping his face, "You both are idiots."

They both softly agreed, cuddling back into his body.

"I'll make it up to you pandas, I promise. I fucking swear it," dream whispered, yawning loadly

"We both will," George said, "Now.. it's time for a nap..."

Sapnap couldn't remember the last time he slept so soundly in the past week, eagerly anticipating what tomorrow would bring him

#this turned out a lot longer than expected #happy ending i promise #anon #ask

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liviavanrouge · 2 years ago

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Back

Persian: *Hits the ground, tumbling away*

Alisa: PERSIAN!

Persian: *Stands up, trembling as he walked past her to face Terapagos again*

Briar: It absorbed Terastal energy yet again?! Surely it can't keep doing that over and over, though...

Carmine: Kiki, Alisa's in trouble! You need to HELP HER!

Kieran: B-but... I can't... I can't help anyone..

Alisa: *Screams in alarm, her eyes widening as an attack flew towards her face*

Ogerpon: PO-YO!!

Carmine and Briar: ALISA!!

???: NO!!

Alisa: *Stares, finding Hydrapple using fickle beam to block the attack*

Kieran: *Stands beside Alisa, holding his arm out* You alright?

Alisa: *Nods then looks back* TAG IN!

Persian: *Turns and leaps away*

Oerpon: *Leaps past Persian, taking his place in the battle*

Kieran: O-Ok, I'll help out now too...

Carmine: Honestly... Better late than never, I guess! The two of you need to clean this whole mess up!

---

Ogerpon: *Leaps forward and whacks Terapagos*

Hydrapple: *Roars, using fickle beam to block incoming attacks*

Alisa: Nice job you two!

Briar: It looks like it can't absorb anymore energy or put up another barrier! Time to attack!

Carmine: Time to end this, you two! You have my permission to go all out!

Alisa: IVY CUDGEL!

Kieran: SYRUP BOMB!

Oerpon: *Dashes forward, and leaps onto Hydrapple's attack*

Alisa: GO! GO!

Ogerpon: *Leaps up, knocking Hydrapple's attack into Terapagos, coming down and knocking Terapagos down with it's cudgel*

Kieran: *Looks at Alisa* Maybe it'll go inside a ball now!

Alisa: Hm? *Nods and pulls out a luxury ball*

Kieran: I know I can count on you, Alisa! You got this!

Alisa: *Holds her luxury ball up then tosses it forward*

Ogerpon: *Stares, removing her mask then smiles when a click came from the ball*

---

Carmine: *Walks over* is..is it over?

Briar: Is everyone OK?!

Alisa: Ugh...we're fine..

Briar: Oh, thank goodness... What a relief...

Briar: I let my obsession lead you all into a very dangerous situation...it's simply inexcusable. I'm so sorry, everyone...

Carmine: You should be! You're completely fixated on this Terastal stuff! You gotta keep your obsessiveness in check!

Briar: Yes... You're absolutely right..

Kieran: I...I messed up to.....I looked up to Alisa for so long

Alisa: *Stares at him, her eyes widening*

Kieran: I wanted to be like her so, so, badly

Alisa: ...Kie...

Kieran: I didn't know what else to do...but I guess I just don't have it in me to be like her after all..

Kieran: Finally..finally I can let it go

Alisa: Kieran, I meant what I said back in Kitakami, you're really strong and cool..don't sell yourself short..

Kieran: B-but... *sniff* I just... *Sniffle*

Alisa: *Flinches back surprised when he started to cry* O-OH!!

Carmine: I swear! I've got such a silly younger brother...

Carmine: *Sniff* You finally...let it go...

Alisa: *Jumps away startled when Carmine started crying* Carmi?!

Briar: Oh, you two must've been so scared...but you both shone brilliantly just now. You were truly dazzling!

Briar: *Clasps her hands together* And in the end our Alisa even managed to catch Terapagos!

Alisa and Koraidon: *Stares her down, making Briar sweat slightly*

Cubchoo: *Beams, Alisa holding him in her arms again* Cha, choo, choo!

Briar: So! I think we can consider our little expedition to Area Zero food and finished! Time to head back to Blueberry Academy!

Alisa: *Holds Kieran's hand as they walked, listening to the crying without judgement*

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epickiya722 · 2 years ago

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literally woke up this morning saw that damn clown and IMMEDIATELY went okay where the FUCK is the TURN THAT SHIT OFF button because what the HELL.clowns dont normally scare / disturb me but THAT fuckin thing HELL no . when i was little i was So scared of pirates like id scream and wail and cry if i heard the yo ho yo ho a pirates life for me theme song thinking they were sailin down the street or some shit to come find me . seeing that damn freaky grinning pos on my dashboard like was a constant. oh god hes gonna jump out at me. hes gonna jump out at me when i least expect it and its Comin yk?? like it was an instant on edge bracing for this creepy ass pirate clown to jump out at me and it FELT like that fear i used to have of pirates. crazy shit. anyway i dont have that blocking thing so i just did inspect element and deleted the whole thing !! i have to keep doing it every time i reload my page / click on someone's user but its worth it to get rid of the damn thing. anyway passes out dead on ur floor

Yeah, I don't think Tumblr took in consideration about how that can trigger someone.

Like you would think of they were gonna do that, they would put like Luffy? Or even Sanji, Zoro, Nami, or Usopp?

Just anybody but Buggy... who is a clown... and there are people who are frighten of clowns...

Like come on!!

#kiya answers

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beecanons · 3 years ago

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Jinx Stim HC

Headcanons about Jinx from arcane related to stimming!

Physical:

feet kicking & leg swinging sits on the edge of her seat/surface shes sitting on and swings her lets one after the other. does this all the time but less so when sad/angry/upset

finger poke does the little poke when thinking of something to say or in a silly mood

bouncy heals rocking and bouncing on her heals usually an impatient or excited thing when standing in place will bounce around and hop over to a person, very bouncy on her feet especially when in a good mood

tap tap finger/nail tapping, object tapping, tapping her hands on any surface, toe tapping

fidgeting hands whatever object is on hand or within reach she will fiddle with

flappy hands hands go flap and shake happy stim or discomfort stim

hitting very negative stim hitting her head or legs with uncomfortable or upset often when overstimulated.

Vocal

tongue clicks and pops will click her tongue when being impatient, waiting around or just mindlessly filling silence also popping and other mouth sounds.

humming humming along to music usually humming when lost in thought, filling the silence while waiting or while lost in a task.

repetition/echo repeats or echos a phrase or word someone just said that sounds good. person a just said thing to person b, its parrot time. when talking to herself or alone she'll repeat her thoughts out loud a few times though this part's mostly a negative stim at times ex. "not my fault not my fault" /neg or "fixed-fixed, fixed it!" /pos

shrieking will yell, not words but just screams normally if stims have been suppressed, shes got pent up emotions or is understimulated and her brain really needs something. especially happens when shes crying

Visual

explosions and fire these are visually stimulating to her and part of why shes so drawn to these things she prefers aggressive fast visuals, its easier for her to keep up with and challenges her brain to pay attention. though sometimes watching calmer things like flickering flames or filtered lights can really help when shes overwhelmed

Audio

controlled noise needs noise thats very controlled, stuff she can prepare herself for like gunfire and explosions because thats predictable to her and something shes used to.

loud music always puts the volume on full blast its energizing to her if anything

feel free to tell me your headcanons! asks are open!

#jinx #jinx powder #jinx arcane #arcane powder #arcane jinx #jinx headcanon #jinx hc #bees hc #arcane headcanon #arcane headcanons #jinx headcanons #stim hc #stim headcanons

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y0shitan · 4 years ago

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I'll make you a slave for my love

Pairings: Maliksi x Reader, implied Dominic x Reader

We are open for request! Don't hesitate to leave down an ask or message me. Let me know if you want to see part two 👀 This isn't a Maliksi centralized fan fiction, may iba pa tayong pairings <3

“Anak, why are you frowning so much?” The elderly woman asked her daughter who was sitting on the balcony while cradling a bottle of whiskey, the same one that her late husband loved so much. “Is it that time again, hija? Sabi ko naman sayo, you have to let it go already. Walang mabuti idudulot sayo ang pagalala sa nakaraan.”

But the younger woman simply scoffed as she took a swig from the bottle, the memories from her childhood resurfacing. “Palibhasa madali para sa inyo sabihin, Mama.” She bitterly responded. It’s not like she wanted to remember their gruesome past, the one that kept her haunted, the one that kept her awake late at night.

“It was never easy, anak and I wish I could have done more. And for a fact, I know that your papa would say that as well.”

Cynthia felt her poor heart break when her child glared at her direction before standing up and walking away; the ghost of the old woman knew that her child would find another bar to drink her sorrows away and she wouldn’t be able to do anything to help seeing she was already dead and has been evading the emissary of death that was supposed to guide her to the afterlife.

Besides she couldn’t bear to depart and leave her only child, not now, not when she knows her daughter needs her the most.

However the world isn’t always kind, no matter how beautiful and innocent it claims itself to be. It continues to take and take things without fear for it controls the balance in life, a balance so fragile that it’s own occupants have taken advantage of.

“Papa? I’m scared.” A child, no older than 6 years old whimpers as she clutches the shirt of the older man that was caught by surprise. “Of what, anak? There’s nothing there naman. Wala kang dapat katakutan atsaka nandito naman ang Papa para protektahan ang nagi-isang prinsesa namin.”

“Of the black-eyed man staring at us.”

“Mama? Nandito na po ako.” She calls out soberly, regretting how poorly she acted towards her own mother, however the young (L/N) had noticed that the house was eerily silent and freezingly cold despite the heater left on. She frantically searched the whole house while screaming ‘Mama, asaan ka? Mama, magpakita ka na po!’ but the spirit of her mother was no longer there.

Leaving her heart broken, crying out pathetically as she fell down on to her knees. “Mama, I’m scared. Come back.”

5 years have passed and things have been going so well so far, but the (h/c) haired woman knew that it was only because of the deal she had made a few months after her mother’s soul finally passed leaving her to her own devices but then again, would it be considered a deal if she offered a platonic bond that she couldn’t break? Maybe, so.

“Uy! (Y/N), ba’t parang ang aga natin ngayon ah.” A familiar masculine voice greeted the last (L/N) that was leaning against their newest car, a glossy yellow Lotus Elise with stripes on the hood of the car. Steven is one of the drag race coordinators that soon became the girl’s most trusted friend when she was still a starter. “Why not? Sabi nila may bagong sali sa laro. Can’t have them dethroning me now, could I?” She teasingly asked as she played with keys to her car.

It’s been awhile since the woman had any free time, she was often kept late at night working out the papers being submitted by the lower ranking officers of the precinct that she was assigned to but somehow that wasn’t the only thing she was busy with however that’s a story for another time.

“Bago nga siya pero he chooses kung sino ba yung worthy opponent. Paano kapag they don’t see you as a good competition?”

Y/N clicks her tongue as she crosses her arms against her chest, “Ako? Unworthy of being a competition? Aba, they would be underestimating me kung ganon.” She pointed out with venom dripping down her tone. As her eyes darken at the mere idea of being looked down by the people around her.

As if on cue, they hear an engine revving up as it comes closer towards their direction.

“Go ahead wonder boy, tapusin mo na yung pag re-register sa mga gustong sumali. Just remember the first round is mine.”

“Hayan ka na naman. You always get angry for misunderstanding the situation. Just remember ayoko ng away dito or I’ll have you banned again along with your crew.”

The (h/c) haired woman stuck her tongue out childishly while pulling her eyelid down, “Whatever, wonder boy! Pareho naman natin alam na you wouldn’t do that kasi I’m one of the highlights of your show.” She pointed out with an eat-shitting grin causing her friend to sigh while massaging their temple, “Ewan ko sa’yo. Good luck na lang, tanginamo ka.” He replied, making the female racer laugh while waving him off.

And once Steven started to walk away from her, a cobalt blue car parked beside her precious Lotus car. “Do you want to race?” The owner of the car spoke making Y/N look at the who was driving the car rather than the car itself. His voice was cool and rather smooth, she notes to herself “As long as you can keep up, pretty boy.” She cheekily replied.

“I’m guessing you’re the bastard who beat down my friends sa karera? What’s your name ba? After all, I have to remember the name of the guy I’m going to beat.”

The guy laughs dryly at her comment, as he glances at her with a bored expression. “I’m Maliksi, little lady pero sabihin mo nga sakin. Paano mo nasabi that you can win against me?”

She stares at him straight in the eye making him feel a shiver run down his spine, she smiles wickedly towards his direction while her eyes seem to glow. “Kasi I take challenges seriously, pretty boy. Now let’s make a bet shall we?”

Maliksi couldn’t help but become excited, a playful smirk painted among his sculpted face. Something was slowly driving him wild, he wasn’t sure if it was his animal instinct, or the woman that was challenging him. “So anong prinoprose mo kung mananalo ka?” He asked. “That’s for me to know and you to figure it out pero what ‘bout you? Anong gusto mo.”

“If I win, you’d go on a date with me.”

Was she expecting that? No, she didn’t. It takes her back to the days where she played poker with a self proclaimed prince. He was a bastard in her eyes, but she can’t deny the fact that he looked absolutely stunning especially when he sports a crop top jacket and a pair of jeans showcasing his well built body.

God, why does she keep on meeting these kinds of people? “Only if you win, Maliksi. Baka mapahiya ka lang if you couldn’t even beat me.”

#.yoshi writes #trese #trese x reader #maliksi x reader #dominic x reader #trese maliksi #trese dominic #hindi ako sure sa ginagawa ko pero enjoy kayo #race car driver mc? woof woof jk

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lovehugsandcandy · 4 years ago

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One-on-One: Love (N*FW, ColtxMC, ROD)

A/N: This is a birthday gift for the lovely @desiree-pow (HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! I hope that this bday is AMAZING - you deserve it!!!). This is also the last (maybe?) one-shot in the Colt!basketball AU that no one asked for. (Series here)

Length: ~1,800 words

Rating: N*FW (Swearing and sex)

Summary: That’s one way to improve morale after a loss.

Ellie bounced Jaylen on her lap, trying futility to keep him occupied as the final seconds ticked by. The Knicks were down by 11; even with thirty seconds on the clock, this game was over.

“Ugh,” she moaned, standing at the final horn and turning to Brandi, the sole friend she had made amongst the other players’ wives. “This loss means Colt is going to be in a god awful mood tonight.”

“Oh no,” Brandi replied, fixing her with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mind when they lose. Kevin gets all his anger out in the best way, if you know what I mean.”

Ellie blinked, mind slowly catching up to the implication, as she cradled her son closer. Her thoughts raced before finally settling on awe. It was a fantastic idea; she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before.

She knew Colt better than anyone.

She knew he liked winning.

But she knew he loved her more, desperately, ferociously; she had seen it repeatedly, from callused fingertips tracing ever so gently over goosebumps emerging on her bare skin to his willingness to temper even his worst impulses for her sake. His absolute adoration had quelled many of the ceaseless on-court fistfights, though the smart mouth spitting insults remained. His devotion had convinced him to refuse multiple trade requests for the sake of their family. And it had even reduced the constant bickering targeted at Logan, though nothing would squash every jab.

Together, they had navigated graduations and parenthood, dissertations and Championships.

Of course she could get him over one loss.

It was brilliant.

~~~~~

She heard the front door creak open right as Jaylen drifted off to sleep, easing the nursery door closed as quietly as she could, Brandi’s words still bouncing around her brain, she waited two beats to make sure that he didn’t stir before creeping away.

When she edged downstairs, bare feet slow on the carpet, it was quiet but, if she focused, she could hear quiet clicking, tapping of fingers on a keyboard barely audible from the living room. She peeked in; the laptop screen illuminated Colt’s face, game tape already rolling in front of him.

“Hey, Colt?”

He didn’t respond, eyes glued on the movement in front of him, tight fingers reaching for his cell phone.

“Colt?”

“Hmm? Is the baby asleep?” He didn’t look up, not even when she stalked closer to lean over the couch and drag her palms over his chest, damp hair from the locker room shower tickling her cheek. “That fucking asshole,” he murmured, still transfixed by the screen; she rolled her eyes.

“Colt, come to bed.”

“In a minute, I gotta-“

“Coooolt.” Her teeth grazed his earlobe, and he shuddered, tremble rolling up and down his spine, but still his gaze remained on the screen.

“Baby, I-” His fingers were tense around the phone but his words cut off sharply, inhale whistling harshly through his teeth as her fingertips walked slow, teasing circles underneath his t-shirt, down the taut muscles of his chest.

“The tape will be there tomorrow.”

“But I need to-“ He sucked in a breath, again, as her teeth teased the tendon in his neck, and he grabbed hold of her hair when she paused, gently keeping her pinned in place as she nibbled a possessive mark into his skin. “Baby…”

“Come on.” She stood, edging backwards toward the stairs, and smirked when he turned to face her, leather couch creaking beneath him. His eyes trailed down, flashing greedy and dark, intent on where her fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of the grey sweatshirt.

“Logan’s supposed to call me, we’re gonna go over tape.”

She raised her eyebrows, saying nothing, and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, noting the exact moment when his eyes drifted down to the jersey underneath, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“We’re supposed to…” He trailed off helplessly as the phone in his hand began blaring, glancing between the lit screen and to where her hands were making their way to the front of her jeans. “Baby, this isn’t fair.”

She bit her lip when she popped the button, taking her time with the zipper, and had just started inching the denim down her thighs when he dropped the phone, still ringing as it bounced to the ground. He leaned forward, eyes intent on the emerging skin, and she grinned in victory, kicking away the fabric when it reached her toes.

She had just put her fingers on the hem of her jersey when he leapt clear over the back of the couch; she giggled as she stumbled backwards, but he was faster, long legs tracking her as if he were streaking towards the net. However, instead of the basketball, she was the prize.

And Colt always demanded his prize.

“Fuck no.” He pulled her hands away from the Knicks blue, dragging her against his chest. “Leave it on.”

“You are such a narcissist. You just want me wearing your name.”

“Our name,” he corrected, sliding warm fingertips up her sides to settle underneath her bra. “And it doesn’t matter ‘cuz you know you’re gonna be screaming my name in a minute.”

“You are such a- oh.”

His teeth were against her neck as she sagged against him, back resting against his chest as strong fingers dug insistently on her hipbones, leading her towards the stairs. “That was completely unfair. You cheat worse than the fucking Nets.” Behind them, Colts cell phone was still blaring from somewhere under the couch, but she could only focus on the hushed promises being dropped into her ear. “And, when we get to our bedroom, I’m gonna take you apart just like I did them in the fucking playoffs.”

But they didn’t make it to the bedroom, anyway.

She sassed back, “I think I can play tougher defense than they can.” But it was difficult walking, Colt plastered behind her, chuckling against her neck before his lips moved to the curve of her shoulder, teeth print on her skin marking her as his as much as the six letters on her back. He teased the line of her panties, fingertips dipping incrementally closer as revenge for her sharp tongue; by the time they got to the bottom step, her words were gibberish, unintelligible, and the muscled arms around her waist were the only things keeping her weak knees from giving out.

She made it one step, then two, the line of his chest solid against her back and his cock stiffening against her ass, grinding in an utterly distracting and entirely indecent way, and she couldn’t be blamed for missing the next step, collapsing to her knees on the plush carpet.

“Fuck, Ellie.” He followed her down, pinned to her the entire way, and his hands curved over hers on the step. “Ok?”

“Please,” she whined, the only coherent sound she could make through the fog over taking her body and mind. “Just please.”

“Fuck.” The word landed hot against her neck and he moved, shifting back, and she heard rustling, fabric being pulled away, her underwear tugged down to a rushed tangle at her knees, and then he was lining up behind her. Her forehead dropped to a stair as he slid inside her, her eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as the familiar stretch sent lightning up her nerves. “Ellie, God, you feel incredible.”

She inhaled, trying to somehow get oxygen into her heaving lungs; he felt incredible, joined as one and hard inside her, hands warm and solid on her hips, teeth digging designs at the curve of her neck. “Colt, move, just move, please.”

He huffed a laugh against her skin and obliged, slow at first, settling deeper and deeper until he was just right, her thighs clenching as pleasure flickered and flared up her spine, then back down, jolting every nerve ending until she could feel it in her toes.

She moaned, low and lusty and downright filthy, and her nails scratched against the carpet as his hips moved faster; she worried for a moment that she tore a thread from the floor but, with the next thrust, it didn’t even matter because all she could do was moan into the carpet. Her hand flew to her mouth to dampen the keening cry pulled from her lips, but Colt only dragged her hand away, interlocking their fingers as he moved faster, hips pushing her forward and forehead sliding over the rug.

“Fuck, I want to hear you, El.”

“But the baby…”

“Don’t care.”

“But oh God, Colt there, please- I can’t-”

He pivoted his hips just so and the noise that came out of her mouth was unnatural, high and debauched and inhuman. The world shook around her as her vision swam, carpet fading in and out of vision as she tightened her fingers around his, something to cling to as the world fell apart. She barely registered when he shifted, fingertips of his other hand digging into her hip bones to pull her hips flush against his, or his moan, low in her ear; she was still shaking, weakened body sinking lower until she and Colt landed flat on the stairs, a pile of limbs and ragged breath.

She was a sated, pliant mess when he eased her up off the stairs, guiding her to their bedroom to tug off the jersey, her bra, and his entire tracksuit, now wrinkled and defiled beyond repair. He was just kissing down her ear when she bit her lip and grinned. “Are you feeling better about that loss now?”

“What loss?” he murmured into her skin.

She chuckled, craning her neck back as he reached that sensitive spot at her shoulder and continued down. “The game tonight?” It was getting harder to form words.

“What game tonight?”

She laughed again and had a smart reply at the ready before a tinny cry cut through the air. Colt dropped his forehead against her stomach. “I knew you’d wake the baby.”

“He has the absolute worst timing.”

“Colt?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Can you…?”

“What?

“Maybe go see if you can put him back to sleep?”

He looked up, eyes narrowing. “Ellie…”

“Please?” She put on her best pout, curling her fingers over the sensitive spot behind his ears.

“But this was your night.”

She stuck her bottom lip out further, batting her eyelashes.

“Oh, my God! I can’t believe-” Colt groaned, standing up in a huff. “Fine. Fine.” He threw on some boxers, feet stomping heavy as he gave her the evil eye the entire time. “You are so lucky I love you.”

She laughed, listening to his footsteps recede down the hall; gradually, the crying quieted, then ceased, followed by a soothing voice and quiet coos. Twisting the ring around her finger, she smiled and whispered to the universe, “Yeah. I really am.”

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forbidding-souda · 5 years ago

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Hi!! If its okay could i get Mondo, Sakura, Kazuichi, and Kaito with a short S/O (Think 4'11 to 5'0) who's the SHSL Florist? Bonus ponits if you you give me their reaction to their S/O giving them a large bouquet of flowers as a gift? NB pronouns if that's okay!

Mondo Oowada, Sakura Oogami, Kazuichi Souda, and Kaito Momota with Short SHSL Florist S/O

‘Bonus’! How cute is that :D /pos

Also your taste in men is iconic yes our minds - I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE THE KAITO ONE TWICE THE SIZE AS THE OTHERS BUT I LOVED THE IDEA

Also also I use the word bumblebee bc once I thought of it I thought it was really cute. Bc get it?? They are small and also flowers yeah <3

Do I get ten points now? =D

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

He thinks you are like a little bumblebee.

So nice and small! Adorable.

Short jokes all the time.

He definitely thinks flowers are a little lame.

But is definitely impressed by your knowledge of them!

So when you pile together a purple toned bouquet, you’re honestly a little curious on how he would react.

Or if he would even react at all. Does he know to put them in water? Maybe these should be your flowers too.

The roar of the engine is a comfort noise. So when it abruptly stops outside, you can just feel how the butterflies hatch in your stomach.

So you travel to your almost garden in the guest room, picking up the bouquet. It still looks beautiful. That’s good. Admittedly, you do get quite impatient at times.

Ah, the front door! And his welcoming voice telling you he’s home. How nerve-wracking. Your whole plan has a lot of questionable details, but as long as the response isn’t negative then what’s the harm in showing him your love?

“Mondo!” You call out with a bubbly tone before walking down the hallway searching for where he might be.

Your boyfriend, who you are terribly unimpressed with, lays slumped on the couch, tired from the heat.

Again, you speak, interrupting his decline into sleep. “I made you these!”

He opens one of his eyes. “You got me flowers?”

A bit of heat crosses your cheeks, and you squeeze them harder. “I thought maybe you would like them.”

“Of course I fucking like ‘em,” he says while sitting up. His think fingers brush against yours when he takes them from you. “These are some cute ass flowers.”

Cute ass flowers. How romantic!

Sakura Oogami

She can give you piggy back sides whenever you want and likes to carry you around.

Definitely lets you put flowers in her hair.

Flowers in her hair sounds so cute I am crying.

A part of her actually is jealous of your talent. She wants to know everything about flower patterns, too.

And so she listens every time you explain things.

You pick together the pinkest flowers you can, trying to make it as aesthetically pleasing as you can rather than focusing on intent.

A few white roses find themselves in the batch, too.

The shop around you is cold. The layers of warm clothes aren’t going to help you when you go outside.

But the flowers always need special things that are not convenient for you.

While you contemplate whether or not you can leave clothes here, the bells attached to the door ring out.

A customer! Or maybe Sakura is here to bring you lunch.

You pop your tiny head towards the main shop, looking left and right.

She holds a styrofoam box in her hand, holding god knows what meal.

Horrible for the environment, by the way, how embarrassing.

“Sakura!” You exclaim. And then it surprises you. You got so excited over something as simple as seeing her.

Even in the way your heart pounds at her soft eyes.

“I brought you a meal,” she says. You dip into the back room, and she follows your lead.

But before she comes through the door, you offer her the flowers, almost shoving them into her face. “Flowers!”

“Flowers... What a thoughtful gift, thank you very much.”

She looks nothing more than flattered. Her face usually sports a content look, often a light flush on her face, so seeing her smiling so wide feels special.

“Oh,” you snap yourself out of your admiring gaze, “and thank you so much for the food!”

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi is definitely the sexiest man alive when he’s working on a car. His jumper will be tied around his waist, his hair slicked back.

He never wears his beanie when he’s working. It’s probably the best thing about him.

I just wanted to get that out of my system.

You like to surprise him whenever he’s working. Even though he doesn’t mind the work, you’re sure he’d have a better time being together with you.

The optimism is definitely appreciated.

Especially when it’s easy to scare him. You’re tiny and he gets over concentration. Just sneaking under the car and grabbing his ankle is your favorite.

But for Valentine Day, you didn’t want to be cruel like that.

So while puffing your cheeks, you hop on downstairs, carrying a bouquet of different shades of yellow flowers. A few pink ones are thrown in for his hair.

And so you approach him, trying your best to shrink yourself even shorter.

You don’t even know what he’s doing. What do cars need when they get fixed? A new engine? Something about a gas tank? You have no clue.

But whatever it is, it takes a lot of hard work.

And it’s your job to distract him.

You are almost an arms distance away until, and it scares the shit out of you, he immediately turned around screams as loud as he can.

The flowers run too close to slipping from your fingers. God, that was about to be the worst day of your entire life.

Before anger can crack through your demeanor, the sense of humor the both of you have came back. So you started laughing, placing a weary hand to your chest.

You were laughing because you noticed his hands holding a plastic container of sweets.

“Ah, you nut head!” You call out. “I got you flowers!”

“Why did you get me something? You were supposed to come and scare me!”

Kaito Momota

You hum underneath your breathe while you pick together the best array of flowers you can. Purples and dark colors, just for him.

The moon shines through the school’s window. With the dorms downstairs, every night has became a game of who is going to catch you this time?

Every night you’ve been sneaking up to the garden, trying to raise these flowers just for this occasion.

For the last few months, all you’ve ever wanted was to be with Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars!

And now is your time to impress him! The flowers are all ready!

You wrap them together in green tape. The trembling of your hands makes the job quite difficult. And then the white ribbon to top it all off, but you have to take a deep breath while wrapping it.

There’s no backing out of this.

The fight to continue raged on while you walk upstairs, going up the many of them. It gives you time to think.

To think about how much you love him.

Horribly sickening how much you love him. His positive outlook on life motivates you all the time. If you ever feel like giving up, you just remind yourself that Kaito Momota wouldn’t want you to!

The door to the roof is unlocked, as you assumed. No - as you knew. You’ve watched him climb up here every day when he first interrupted your gardening. “I’ll be up on the roof whenever you need me, I tend to go every night.”

You never forgot about it.

Pulling open the door comes with a click. A pang of anxiety rings through you. But why? Should you really be sneaking if your intention is for him to notice you?

He lays on his jacket, arms behind his head and one of his feet crossed over his knee. And he pipes up when he sees you.

“Bumblebee! It took you long enough.”

The flowers in your hands don’t even cross his mind until after he stands up. There’s a nervous blankness as your expression.

When he steps closer, he can even see the way your pupils dilate. “Are these flowers for me?”

It feels as if your words are trapped inside your mouth. He’s actually in front of you, towering, and flattered. So you shove the flowers against his chest.

Your body feels like it’s in front of a fire.

“I grew them for you. And I tried to make it look like space, you know? With all the dark colors.” You whisper.

He smirks with satisfaction that only he could portray. To say he is proud is an understatement. You have always been obvious about your interest in him. It was just a matter of when you would gain the confidence to make a move. That’s why he invited you to join him on the roof all those months ago.

Still, he looks a bit smug. But that doesn’t last long, as his face falls to contentment as he turns back around. “Come, come.” He beckons.

You follow him up to his jacket, where he places the flowers down. His eyes are cast upwards, at the sky. You follow his gaze.

How can he gaze up for hours? It’s almost unbelievable.

You sigh. “Can you explain to me - woah!”

His arms grip onto your thighs as he lifts you up. The lack of struggle terrifies you, in more than being in the air.

“Kaito, what are you doing?”

“Look up at space! Tell me what colors you see.”

A small noise escapes your lips. You relax a bit, accepting your position while placing your hands on his shoulders.

What colors? There are a lot. Not exactly the purple you thought it was. Maybe a dark blue, light blue, too.

You haven’t thought about what color space is.

“Blue.” Is the only word you let yourself say.

He lets you down slowly. “Blue is a good answer. I’d like to think space is every color - Eh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blink, once... and maybe a dozen more times. “No reason, I just like you.”

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communistchexmix · 8 years ago

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Hi @littlemissastar! I’m your @mlsecretsanta gifter! I heard you liked Marinette, Adrien, the kwamis, and fluff, so here you go! Happy holidays, and I hope you like it!

(Warning for others: Season 2 spoilers ahead!)

It started with, of all things, a field trip.

They were right in the middle of their theatre unit in Mme. Bustier’s class, and so when Mme. Bustier found out that a small local theatre right near the school was putting on Le Fantôme de l'Opéra, well, they just had to go see it.

Marinette loved Le Fantôme de l'Opéra from the very first scene. It had only recently made its debut in France as a play, despite the original novel being of French origins. She had read the novel once in school a few years ago. As for the play, it was a fabulous show right from the beginning, and by the third song, she was daydreaming about making the costumes. Just as she was wondering how long Christine’s intricate dress would take to stitch and embroider, there was a frightened childish wail from a few rows behind her.

Marinette refocused on the play. Christine, who was, of course, the main character, was singing to a mirror. In the mirror- which had been blank only a few moments before- there was now a ghostly, half-masked face. The Phantom had first appeared onstage, and it seemed that the child in the row three behind her didn’t care much for the masked figure.

As the still-masked Phantom led Christine into his subterranean lair, the child’s wails only grew louder and louder. Marinette exchanged a half-sympathetic look, half-wince with Alya, who of course had chosen to sit right beside her.

“Ugh!” she heard Chloe exclaim loudly from down the row where she was seated next to Adrien. She had been cuddled up next to him since the lights went down, but now she was seated upright in her seat, glaring back at the sobbing toddler. “Can’t somebody shut him up? This is why we should have gone to the Palais Garnier. It’s the proper setting anyway.”

Mme. Bustier shushed her.

“The Palais Garnier doesn’t even put on plays,” Alya whispered in Marinette’s ear.

Marinette was about to reply quietly when a piercing scream split the air. This was no child’s scream, but the voice of a young woman. It was followed by the toddler screaming again, only this time there was a new, tonal quality to it.

Marinette spun around in her chair to look. Alya already had her phone out, so she honestly should’ve expected this: the toddler was flying.

Specifically, the toddler was clothed in a white jumpsuit with a lime-green mask emblazoned on the front. He wore a matching Phantom-style mask that covered the right half of his face. On his feet were dark red-and-green shoes that were flashing with red and green lights. And, oh yeah, he was hovering a few meters off the ground, far above them, glaring down at the stage with a fury.

Panicked, audience members all around Marinette began to scramble for the theatre doors, trying to escape. But the newly akumatized child wasn’t interested in them- he floated towards the stage, hands outstretched.

The actors onstage didn’t notice until it was too late. With a delicate cry, the actress playing Christine fainted, swooning backwards into the actor playing the Phantom. Marinette expected him to catch her, but he was frozen in place and the actress slumped to the floor.

Mme. Bustier was behind Marinette and Alya then. “Come on, girls, let’s go!”

Marinette looked away from the stage for an instant- the rest of the class had already fled. Only she and Alya were left, and of course Alya had her phone out, live-streaming the akuma to the Ladyblog as the toddler reached out his hand and touched the Phantom on the shoulder.

Instantly, the Phantom’s white mask vanished.

Pleased, the toddler gave a happy giggle, and then cried, “No more masks!”

“That’s his objective?” Alya whispered to Marinette. “No more masks?”

Just then, a fed-up Mme. Bustier grabbed the two girls’ hands and practically dragged them into the crush of people heading for the doors. “We can’t stay here! There is an akuma!”

Marinette glanced down into her little pink purse. It was cracked open, and Tikki was peeking out with wide blue eyes.

Hide, Tikki! Marinette mouthed, and Tikki vanished, the purse snapping shut. Marinette glanced around- there were a lot of people, so could she slip unnoticed into the crowd and find an empty place in which to transform? No, she couldn’t- Mme. Bustier’s grip on her hand was like iron. She would just have to wait.

She hoped Chat Noir would show up soon.

Alya was furiously trying to hold her phone and type on it at the same time with just one hand. “I’m putting out a call to Ladybug and Chat Noir,” she informed Marinette. “If we’re still here when Ladybug shows up, this will have been the best field trip ever!”

The trio made it through the doors safely, although Marinette was sure she’d stepped on at least three feet, and met up with the rest of the class outside. Marinette scanned the group of huddled teenagers for banana-blonde hair. Where was Adrien? Had he made it?

There was Rose’s sweet blonde mop. There was Chloe’s yellow ponytail. Marinette spotted Mylene’s colorful locks and the bleached streaks in Kim’s hair… but no Adrien.

“Where’s Adrien?” she gasped to Alya.

Chloe must have overheard. She flipped her ponytail nearly into Marinette’s face, her face looking like she had sucked on a lemon. “Adrikins said he had to go,” she said sourly. “I wanted him to stay here, to protect me, but he wouldn’t!”

“Forget Adrien protecting you,” Alya shot back. “Ladybug will be here soon, I’m sure of it!”

Chloe’s face brightened. “Ladybug! That’s right, I’m sure she will show up to protect me. After all, I am-”

Mme. Bustier broke in. “Chloe, where did you say Adrien was?”

“He just left,” Chloe snapped.

“I can go find him,” Marinette volunteered. If she could get away from the group, she could transform- and then she would find Adrien, and then she would defeat the new akuma. All while trying to avoid Chloe.

“I’ll go with her so she doesn’t get lost!” Alya said brightly, grabbing Marinette’s arm.

Marinette winced. If Alya went with her to find Adrien, she wouldn’t be able to get away and transform.

Mme. Bustier looked conflicted for a second, but then she nodded. Turning to the rest of the class, she bade them go home. When she turned around, Marinette and Alya had already vanished into the crowd.

Alya squeezed Marinette’s arm. “You can find Adrien on your own, right? I really want to stream this for the Ladyblog!”

Relieved, Marinette broke into a smile. “Yes! I mean, of course I can. Be carefu-”

Alya was already gone.

Marinette raced around the corner of the opera house and hid behind a giant circular news poster advertising an up-and-coming Jagged Stone concert. She clicked open her purse.

Tikki flew out. “What is it with Hawkmoth akumatizing children lately?” she asked worriedly in her high-pitched, squeaky voice.

“I know!” Marinette sighed. “This is going to be... fun.”

“Are you ready?”

Marinette straightened. “Yes. Tikki, transform me!”

A minute later, she was vaulting over the top of the poster, clad in red and black.

🐞🐱🐞

There was a back door into the theatre, and luckily it was unlocked. Marinette slipped in, the door shutting with a soft click behind her. Backstage it was pitch-black. Gasping, she stumbled for a second, tripping right into a curtain. With a sigh of relief, she took the curtain into her hands and began feeling her way left. Sooner or later she’d find a light source.

She felt a hand fall lightly on her shoulder.

Marinette freaked out. Tensing, she grabbed the arm attached to the hand and flipped it- and the body attached to it- over her. Her attacker shouted, surprised, as she slammed him/her to the ground and put a knee on his/her chest. She squinted, trying to make out details of the person’s face.

The attacker groaned. Then there was the flick of a light, and one of the attacker’s hands- black-gloved, clawed hands- was holding a flashlight, pointing up towards his face. His pale, black-masked face, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

“Miss me, Bugaboo?”

Marinette climbed off of Chat Noir. “Chat! About time you showed up.”

“About time?” he joked. “I’ve been here for fifteen minutes!”

Helping her partner up, Marinette cleared her throat. “The akuma is a toddler this time. Based on what I’ve seen, he’s trying to get rid of all the masks he can find. That means that he’ll come after us whether Hawkmoth wants him to or not. But we have to be careful- I don’t want to hurt a toddler.”

Chat nodded solemnly. “Of course, that would be a child’s mistake.”

Marinette took the flashlight from him. He must have found it somewhere backstage. Shining it around, she was suddenly dizzyingly glad she had stuck to the curtain- there was junk all over the floor. Nails, cloth, boxes, you name it. She shined it down to the edge of the curtain and began leading Chat by the wrist towards it.

“But getting his akuma should be child’s play,” Chat continued behind her. She ignored him.

Around the curtain there was a door with a thin silver of light shining from under it. As Chat opened the door for her, bowing deeply, Marinette switched off the flashlight.

They were in the wings of the stage. The toddler akuma was wrecking the set, alone. It appeared that the actors playing the Phantom and Christine had fled. The theatre was empty, and other than the akuma’s childish yells, it was completely silent.

Marinette squeezed Chat’s arm, then pointed at the other side of the stage. Even without the flashlight, Chat Noir could see in the dark- he would have no problem making it into the other wings through the pitch-black backstage, and then they could approach the akuma in a two-pronged advance.

Where’s the akuma? Chat mouthed to her.

Marinette shrugged. She scanned the toddler again, from head to toe, looking for the telltale dark purple that signified an akumatized object- or looking for something that seemed magical and powerful. She found nothing of the second, so she focused in on the first: purple, purple, purple.

Green mask. No purple.

White-and-green jumpsuit. No purple.

Purple cuff bracelet. No purple.

Red-and-green-

Wait!

Marinette focused in on the bracelet. It was a dark purple-and-black cuff bracelet encircling most of the toddler’s right wrist- the one he had used to vanish the Phantom’s mask.

“His bracelet!” she whispered to Chat Noir. “The akuma must be in the brac-”

The akuma turned toward them, blue eyes full of rage. He focused in on the two superheroes in the wings, red and black. Marinette had a feeling he was staring right into her soul.

“Masks!” the toddler screamed. “Masks are scary. I don’t like masks!”

Then he flew at them with a vengeance, hands outstretched.

Marinette and Chat leapt to the side, and the akuma flew right past them. Sprinting out onto the stage with her partner, Marinette eyed the toddler, who was clumsily turning himself around in midair. “Don’t let him touch you,” she called to Chat Noir. “The masks are magic, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Ladybug!!!”

Marinette could almost hear the exclamation points in the girly squeal. And oh, she knew the voice, and how she dreaded it.

The door to the lobby, which had previously only been cracked, slammed open to its full capacity, and in flew a blonde blur of yellow and black. Chloe. She ran at full speed up the aisle and to the side of the stage, clinging onto the lip of the stage and gazing up at Marinette with starry blue eyes. Alya stood in the doorway, filming the entire fiasco.

Marinette waved them off. “Get out of here!” she called to the Ladybug-loving pair. “It’s too dangero-”

“Ladybug! Watch out!”

Chat Noir tackled her and the pair rolled off into the wings. The toddler hovered in midair near where Marinette had been, although- Marinette reached up and fiddled with the edges of her mask just to make sure- he hadn’t touched her. The mask was still there.

“Do you know if he touched me?” she asked quickly, glancing up into Chat Noir’s face above her. “I’d like to know if the masks would…”

Her voice died out into a small squeak.

Because on top of her, where he had landed after their roll, lay a black-clad boy with a tail and claws and a baton strapped to his lower back and no mask.

Marinette was looking into the green eyes of Adrien Agreste.

She screamed and scrambled backwards, out from under him.

“What? What?” Adrien- no, Chat- no, Adrien- no, Chat- ugh, he exclaimed, looking down at where she huddled against the black curtain, cheeks flaming red. “Milady?”

For some reason, hearing Chat’s beloved nickname for her come out of Adrien’s lips made it all too real. The toddler akuma had somehow, for some reason, been able to get through Chat’s kwami’s magic and taken off Chat’s mask, and Chat Noir was- Adrien Agreste was- Chat Noir was A-

Nope. She still refused to believe it. Refused to believe that Alya had been right that one time, refused to believe that her handsome, sweet Adrien- that her arrogant, punny partner- were one and the same...

“It’s not real,” she said, half to herself. “You’re not-”

Chat’s hands went to his face. “Is there something on my-”

When his fingertips couldn’t find his mask, he froze.

“Ladybug,” he asked in a low voice. “Is my mask on?”

“Nnnoo,” Marinette managed to get out. Her voice was quiet and quivering, and-

The akuma was suddenly between them, his hand reaching out to touch Marinette’s shoulder. Her reflexes took over and she dove out of the way onto the stage.

The bracelet. The bracelet. She focused back in on the akuma.

“Stay in the wings, Ad- Chat,” she shouted.

“Will do, milady,” he called back, voice shaky.

“Ladybug!” Alya said loudly from the doorway, stepping fully into the theatre and mostly closing the door behind her. “Is something wrong with Chat Noir?”

“Now’s- not the- time!” Marinette yelled to her best friend, furiously dodging the toddler’s chubby fist onstage as she tried to grab the bracelet off of his wrist without being touched. “Alya, stop recording! Both of you, get out of here!”

“I can help!” Chloe said brightly, scrambling up onto the stage rather clumsily. She stood straight and tall a few feet from Marinette, hands on her hips. “Hey! You! The child! Get away from Ladybug!”

Alya too ran closer to the stage, kneeling down so she could get the best shot of the action. Marinette cast a despairing glance at the two girls, so eager to be part of the fight…

She reached for the toddler’s cuff, but he flew higher, out of her reach, towards the ceiling.

Exasperated, Marinette turned briefly to wave the girls away. Instead, right as she was looking directly into Alya’s phone camera and opening her mouth to tell them she would have to forcibly get them away if they didn’t evacuate immediately, she felt the brush of tiny toddler fingertips on her back.

There was a slight tingling sensation across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, just enough to let her know that something that had previously been there had been taken away. But even without the tingling, the gasps from Chloe and Alya would’ve confirmed it.

Her mask was gone now, too.

“Marinette?!” Alya shrieked excitedly as Chloe screamed “Marinette Dupain-Cheng?!” in a very different tone.

Marinette- for, except for the bodysuit and yo-yo, she was now exactly Marinette- focused in on Alya first. “Stop recording!” she ordered, then glanced to Chloe. “And make sure both of you stay in here until further notice!”

They knew her identity, now, after all. She couldn’t just let them go.

The toddler looked at her, then at Chat in the wings. He giggled and then blasted up, up, up towards the ceiling. Smashing a hole in it, he zoomed away.

Marinette dived into the wings with Adrien/Chat Noir, pointedly facing away from him.

“Is yours gone, too?” he asked gently, sounding defeated but with a slight hint of hope in his tone.

Marinette nodded slowly. He hadn’t heard Chloe and Alya both scream her name, then. Good. That was good. She wanted to hold on to her old dynamic with Chat Noir for as long as she could...

“Did they see?”

Still nodding, Marinette glanced around. Masks. I need masks for each of us. We need to go catch that akuma before he wrecks anything else.

I hope Lucky Charm still works…

She threw her yoyo into the air. “Lucky Charm!”

Minutes later, she was holding a mask. Not two masks- she tried to peel them apart, to no avail. One mask, and only one mask.

She went to plaster it onto her face, but Chat’s hand stopped her.

“If Chloe and Alya saw,” Adrien’s voice said gently, “and you’ve seen my face… Ladybug. Milady. The cat’s out of the bag.”

The puns. Always, with the puns.

Marinette couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.

Adrien looked bemused. “What?” he asked, chuckling slightly himself.

Marinette turned her face towards him, still laughing.

Adrien Agreste making cat puns.

She never thought she’d see the day.

“I…” Through laughter, and through tears, she managed to cackle out: “I never thought it would be Adrien Agreste running around France in a catsuit making cat puns and flirting with me constantly! Adrien Agreste, flirting! Flirting with me!”

“Marinette!” he exclaimed in response.

And then, just as it had been when he thought Animan had eaten her, she was enveloped in his arms. Only, this time, she returned the hug, instead of standing there shocked.

He pulled away from her, green eyes shining down into her blue ones. “Out of everyone, I never guessed you once,” he said with a laugh. “So I suppose- when we were fighting Evillustrator- that urgent mission you had to take care of-”

“It was being Marinette!” she finished.

“Cute, isn’t she?” he responded dryly. “Really?”

“Well, this explains how you got out of the sarcophagus when we were going up against Riposte!” Marinette realized, plastering the mask onto her face. “And- Horrificator! I wondered how you got into the school, and there wasn’t any slime by your shoe.”

“I guess we should have realized it earlier,” Adrien chuckled. “We’re pretty clueless.”

Marinette smoothed out the edges of the papery mask. “Can you still tell it’s me?”

Adrien studied her, green eyes roaming over her face. She felt herself flush hot. It was the same way she looked at Adrien every day… or at least, she hoped she looked this suave, and not like a blushing, bumbling mess. Did he feel this same way?

“I can,” he said at last, “but only because I know it’s you. Hair dark as night… bluebell eyes… wait. Waaaaait a second. Did you respond to my poem on Valentine’s Day? When Kim got akumatized? It wasn’t signed but-”

“It was me,” Marinette confirmed, glancing around. She had to focus on the task at hand: defeating the akuma. Now she had a mask, and she hoped it would hide her identity well enough, since it was magic. But what about Chat?

The curtains. Scissors.

She hushed Adrien and listened. Faintly, she could hear two voices arguing from on the other side of the thick red curtains.

“Chloe? Alya?” she called out.

The voices quieted, and then she heard Chloe snap, “What?”

“Are you two still ready to help?”

🐞🐱🐞

Akumas always seemed to go to one of two places: the Louvre, or the Eiffel Tower. The toddler was no different, and Marinette and a newly-masked Adrien only had to ask two civilians before someone pointed them the way of the former. There, underneath the glass pyramid, they found the toddler vandalizing numerous priceless artworks that featured masks or half-hidden faces. He had done away with at least five or six in just one of the wings when they got to him, lured him outside with their new masks, and managed to get him to look at his reflection in the glass panes of the Louvre pyramid. The toddler then tried to vanish his own mask, and while he was preoccupied with that, Marinette managed to swoop in from above and tug the cuff right off of his wrist.

It was metal, so Chat used his Cataclysm on it, since stepping on it would most likely just bend it. The bracelet crumbled to pieces and out flapped a small, purple-and-black akuma.

Marinette took hold of her yo-yo and slid the tip of her fingers down the surface. “No more evildoing for you, little akuma,” she warned the butterfly as it tried to flap away.

The top of her yo-yo split in two and slid away, revealing a blinding white light emanating from within. Marinette spun the yo-yo and aimed it at the akuma, letting loose her throw.

“Time to de-evilize!”

It caught the akuma squarely and returned to her.

“Gotcha,” she said with satisfaction, tapping the yo-yo’s surface. It opened again to let loose the newly purified akuma. “Bye-bye, little butterfly.”

It flapped away, a speck of white in the cloudless blue sky.

Marinette turned to Chat. Her earrings beeped, as they had been for the past four minutes. “Shall we? I can activate the Miraculous Cure once we get back to the theatre.”

They saluted the clapping crowd who had gathered around them; then Marinette took out her yo-yo, Adrien his baton, and they flew away across the rooftops.

Back at the theatre, Chat found a flashlight and illuminated them both as they hid backstage. Marinette peeled off her mask and tossed it lightly into the air. “Miraculous Ladybug!” she cried, and her magical swarms of ladybugs went off to fix all of the damage that had been caused that day. A few stayed behind, enveloping Adrien’s head, and Marinette only had time to giggle before her face was covered by the tickling wings of glowing red ladybugs as well. When they had gone, she only had time to reach up and feel the edges of her normal mask secure against her face before her earrings beeped once more and her transformation fell away.

Adrien’s new “Princess Bride”-style mask was gone, and in its place was his normal one, just covering his nose and around the eyes. Marinette sighed in relief.

“Claws in, Plagg,” Adrien voiced.

A green light surrounded him, starting at the feet and working its way up to Chat’s messy hair, which turned into Adrien’s neat locks as he detransformed.

Tikki flew up to Marinette and perched on her shoulder. “I’m so glad you finally revealed your identities to each other, even if it was an accident,” she chirped in Marinette’s ear. “Holding this secret every day since you fought Dark Owl was quite the task!”

A black kwami with green eyes and a tail flew up and hovered near Adrien’s head. “I almost told you, but I didn’t think you’d believe me,” he said in a crabby voice. “Plus, Tikki’s bossy and she shushed me when I found out your precious Ladybug was Marinette. Now. Do you have any Camembert?”

This last question was directed at Marinette, who shrugged. “Camembert? No. Tikki eats cookies.”

She pulled one out of the bag she had slung over her shoulder and offered it to her kwami- chocolate chip, Tikki’s favorite. Tikki accepted it and began to munch happily.

Adrien sighed and pulled a slice of stinking cheese seemingly from nowhere. Marinette wrinkled her nose- her parents worked with Camembert sometimes in the bakery, and she’d never been too fond of the smell- but Adrien’s kwami swooped in on it and swallowed the small triangular slice whole.

“Plagg, you should have told me!” Adrien berated him. “Why wouldn’t I believe you? Marinette’s amazing and a great friend.”

There it was again, that friend word. Marinette slumped and looked away.

“And she replied to my poem, so now she’s not only my friend, but my Valentine,” Adrien said cheekily with a very Chat-like wink.

Plagg turned to Marinette with wide-open eyes. “Wait, that was you?”

Marinette.exe had stopped working. She blinked at Plagg and Adrien, unable to form a coherent thought or word. “I- ah- um- er- um- I,” she stammered out. “I, you, you’re, you’re okay with that?”

“He’s been in love with Ladybug since you first met,” Plagg said dryly. “I think he’s a little bit more than okay right now.”

“We should probably go talk to Chloe and Alya,” Tikki suggested. “I hope they’re still here! And if they are, we should take them to Master Fu.”

“That old fart?” Plagg groaned. “Heeeeere we go again.”

“Who’s Master Fu?” Adrien asked.

Tikki just giggled. “You’ll see!”

Chloe and Alya were still in the otherwise-deserted theatre, sitting at opposite ends of the front row. Both were on their phones. Chloe looked up as Marinette appeared alone on the stage (Adrien was hiding in the wings), then harrumphed and looked down at her phone. Alya, on the other hand, immediately clambered up onto the stage and ran to hug Marinette tightly.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” she clamored. “My best friend is Ladybug. Oh my God, I’m best friends with a superhero. I’ve been thinking back on every appearance Ladybug has made and- when I got that private interview with Ladybug and you claimed to have set that all up, of course you did, you just turned into Ladybug and met me on the stage! And I totally called it, that was your history textbook- and thank you so much for saving me from Prime Queen, and-”

Chloe was typing on her phone. She appeared to be texting, or tweeting, or something of the sort. Marinette stopped Alya’s rant for a second and looked down at Chloe. “She hasn’t put the news on any social media, right?”

“No, I made sure of that,” Alya assured her.

“I wouldn’t be spreading false rumors anyway,” Chloe snipped from the audience. “There’s no way that Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Ladybug.”

Alya folded her arms and reminded the blonde, “You literally helped me make Chat Noir’s mask for her earlier, and then you saw Chat Noir wearing the mask we made on that news feed you were watching not five minutes ago. There’s no way you’re just going to ignore the fact that Ladybug- your idol- is in our class.”

Chloe put her phone away and stood up. She wouldn’t look directly at Alya, but she glared at Marinette. “Fine. Whatever. You’re Ladybug,” she grumbled. “But I still don’t like you at all. Not one bit.”

“Doubtful,” Alya muttered.

“And until you provide concrete proof, I won’t fully believe it,” Chloe continued on, still ignoring Alya. “Next you’ll be telling me that Kim or Ivan or- hah, you’ll be telling me that Adrikins is Chat Noir!”

Adrien crept out onto the stage. Marinette waved at him to go back- she hadn’t signaled for him to come out and reveal himself to the girls yet- but it was too late. Alya was silent for a second, and then she screamed with laughter.

“No way,” she guffawed. “No. Way!”

Chloe spotted him next and her jaw fell open. “Adrikins!” she whimpered.

Adrien held out his hands. “Chloe, I can explain-”

Chloe put her hands on her hips. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she complained loudly. “My favorite person in the whole wide world, Adrikins, is my least favorite superhero- and my least favorite person in the world, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, is my favorite superhero!”

Alya was still howling with laughter. “You’re pranking me!” she shrieked. “Chat Noir’s in love with Ladybug, who is Marinette, and Marinette’s in love with Adrien, who is Chat Noir! Please tell me you kissed him already.”

Adrien glanced at Marinette. “You’re in love with me?”

“Now is not the time,” she said, blushing bright red.

“You totally are,” Alya confirmed. “You’re blushing!”

Tikki flew to Marinette from where she had been hiding with Adrien and Plagg in the wings, catching up with her fellow kwami. She cleared her tiny throat. “Ahem,” she reminded Marinette. “Master Fu?”

“Right,” Marinette said, nodding at the two girls. “Um. You two know our identities now, so- there’s someone who needs to know. Both of you need to come with us.”

Chloe was staring at Tikki and pointing. “What,” she asked with pause, “is that? I swear, if it’s a giant bug, I’m going to scream.”

Adrien climbed off the stage and put his hand on Chloe’s shoulder. “Come on, Chloe,” he told her. “I’ll explain on the way.”

🐞🐱🐞

Master Fu paced up and down his room, Wayzz watching him with concern from where he and Tikki were having tea on the currently-unused gramophone nearby. (Plagg, who wasn’t one for tea, was sitting in the horn, eating another piece of cheese that Adrien had provided for him.) He eyed Alya and Chloe, who were standing with Marinette and Adrien in the center of the room.

“Let us go over the story once more,” he said calmly. “During the fight against the akuma today, the akuma managed to make both of your masks disappear.”

“Right,” Marinette confirmed.

“And Alya and Chloe saw, quite clearly, your identity.”

Marinette nodded.

“They then proceeded to find scissors and cut one of the stage’s curtains into a decent mask for Chat Noir.”

“It was a pretty good mask,” Adrien volunteered.

“I found the scissors,” Alya contributed.

Marinette nodded. “She’s pretty good at finding things, even when they’re hidden.”

“Like your identity,” Alya murmured to her. Marinette elbowed her in the side, and she shut up.

“I did most of the cutting,” bragged Chloe.

Master Fu nodded. “Then they proceeded to wait for you, as you instructed, and keep your identity a secret.”

Alya cleared her throat and said, “I wasn’t streaming to the Ladyblog, just recording so I could post it later. And I deleted the video while Marinette and Adrien were fighting the akuma at the Louvre.”

“Wonderful job,” Master Fu complimented her. Then he turned to Marinette and Adrien. “Ladybug, Chat Noir, the fact that Hawkmoth was able to make your masks disappear with his akuma’s powers concerns me. Back when this young lady-” he gestured to Alya- “was akumatized, he was not able to even detach Ladybug’s mask from her skin, but now he has, and your identities were revealed to these two. And you are positive that the akuma did not see either of your faces? Hawkmoth can see through his akumas’ eyes, remember.”

“We’re sure,” Marinette reassured him.

Master Fu stopped pacing and looked Marinette straight in the eyes. “I am still concerned. This means that he is growing more powerful and it may become even more difficult to defeat him with just the two of you.”

“What are you saying?” asked Adrien.

Master Fu turned to the gramophone and motioned for the three kwamis to move. They did, Tikki and Wayzz carrying the tea set with them.

He put his thumbs to the dragons’ eyes and pressed them, which made the keypad come up. He tapped in the same three-button code, and the top of the gramophone turned and moved to the side, allowing the Miraculous box to rise to the top. Marinette had seen this before, but it was a surprise to Adrien, Alya, and Chloe, who all gasped in surprise.

“Hey, I know that pattern,” said Adrien, squinting at the top of the box. “Plagg and my ring came in a little box with that pattern on top.”

Marinette smiled. “I told you- that was all Master Fu.”

Adrien looked puzzled. “How did you manage to get it in my room?”

Master Fu winked as he took the box into his hands. “I’m very spry for one hundred and eighty-six.”

Chloe looked him up and down. “You don’t look that old.”

Adrien was staring at the box. “Does this mean you have more Miraculouses?”

In answer, Master Fu only opened the box. Inside, just as it had been when Marinette visited him before Gabriel Agreste was akumatized, there were seven spaces for seven Miraculouses- but there were only two pieces of jewelry inside, the fox-tail necklace on the orange space and the bumblebee comb on the yellow space.

“If it’s going to get harder to defeat Hawkmoth,” Marinette realized, looking down at the Miraculouses, “you’re saying we’re going to need help.”

“Two more Miraculouses,” Master Fu confirmed. “Two more superheroes. And now, we have two perfect candidates- two young women who have shown their willingness to help protect Paris many times, and who now know your identities anyway.”

Alya gasped slightly. When Marinette looked at her, her hazel eyes were starry and shining.

Master Fu turned to Chloe first. “First, a girl with a sharp tongue and stinging wit, who seems to prefer the color yellow over all others, and who gets along well with the Ladybug. I bestow upon you the Bee Miraculous.”

When Chloe took the comb into her hands, it burst into blazing yellow light, and from the light formed a bee kwami who stretched and yawned, then focused in on Chloe.

“This is Pollen, your kwami,” Master Fu introduced. Then he turned to Alya. “And for a girl good at finding hidden things, who has a bright mind and engaging personality- I think you make a perfect fit for the Fox Miraculous, and with it, your kwami Trixx.”

Alya reached toward the necklace with reverence.

“Go on, take it,” Master Fu encouraged her; Alya scooped the necklace up into her fingers, where it lit up with orange light that solidified into a fox kwami with purple eyes.

Master Fu stood back and eyed the four teenagers. “This should be enough for now, but I trust you four to tell me if you are struggling, and I will give up the Turtle Miraculous if necessary. For now, however…”

He clasped his hands behind his back.

“Ladybug. Chat Noir. Rena Rouge. Queen Bee.”

Adrien reached behind Chloe and took Marinette’s hand. She looked up at him, surprised, but squeezed it. He smiled down at her and squeezed back.

“You are the protectors of Paris. Serve your city well.”

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