#–ml: law.

[grandlinedreams]

omg omg omg your fics are so adorable😭😭😭 if you don’t mind could do you an angsty hurt/comfort law x reader story about how the reader gets captured by marines and gets tortured, and the heart pirates have to rescue them and get them back to health ??

have a good day or night!!💗💗💗

Hdhdh thank-you, I try!! But absolutely i can!! I hope that this is to your liking!!

[Heads up!: mentions of canon typical violence, injuries, established relationship, hurt/comfort]

"It's not as bad as it looks."

Law looks up, jaw clenched as he prods gloved fingers against the dark cluster of bruising on your side. You bite back a hiss as he does so, exhaling when he lets up.

"They cracked at least two of your ribs." His tone is flat, and you can tell that he's upset ㅡ with you or the marines, however, you're not entirely sure. "From what I've been able to assess so far, that's also in addition to your arm, which is broken. Two of your fingers needed reset, not to mention the likelyhood of a concussionㅡ"

"Okay," you interrupt, "maybe it is as bad as it looks."

Law's eyes narrow. "That's understatement." You watch as he turns to grab a pair of tweezers, soaking a cottonball into antiseptic before he brings it up to dab at the puffy cut on your cheek. "You could have died."

You bite back another hiss, closing your eyes at the pain that lances from your bruised (and cracked) ribs. "But I didn't."

"You got lucky." Law's tone is icy as he dabs at the split in your lip. You watch as he turns to begin cleaning up the supplies he's used.

"Next timeㅡ"

Law almost slams the bandage case shut and turns to you, expression that of quiet fury, golden eyes blazing. "Next time? The next time you're dumb enough to get caught, they'll kill you. There will be no next time, [Name]."

You meet his gaze. "I'd rather die than betray this crew, Law. You know that."

Law is silent as he finishes up cleaning things and packing them away before he gets to his feet and moves towards the door. He pauses there, shoulders slumping with his slow exhale. "I know," he answers at last, "and that's exactly what I'm afraid of."

ㅡ

"I never did get to thank you two for rescuing me," you say as you study the cards before you, peering up at Penguin and Shachi.

Penguin smiles. "It was no problem. Kind of cool to get to sneak into a marine base. Like a spy."

"We couldn't have done it without captain," Shachi adds before he pauses. "Speaking of, did captain give you the okay to be wandering around again?"

Your lips part.

"No," comes the clipped response from behind you, making you freeze before you tip your head back to find Law staring at you. "I didn't."

"Iㅡ"

"Room." Tattooed fingers grip your shoulder. "Shambles."

Your stomach spins as scenery abruptly shifts, and you huff as Law appears a moment after you. "Using your devil fruit on me? Really?"

"Yes," Law answers, frustration clear in both his tone and expression. "Because you apparently can't follow orders. I told you bedrest and minimal movement."

"They're going to suspect something if they figure out you used it to drop me in your room."

He shrugs, arms folded across his chest. "Let them."

You groan. "Law, I'm going to insane. Let me do something."

"I'll tell you what you can do," Law starts, watches your expression light up. "You can do as I tell you and quit being a brat."

You stare, expression going deadpan. "There's no fun in that."

Law scowls before he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "...just do this for me," he says, tone softer. "Please."

You stare and then huff as you move towards is bed, yanking the covers back to slip beneath them. Mindful not to jostle your arm or your bruised side, you turn to look at Law. "Happy?"

"Thrilled," comes the amused answer when you sulk, and he approaches to crouch beside the bed. "Quit pouting, you're an adult."

"But this is boring."

"Try to sleep. Rest is going to help you more than anything." Placing his hand over your eyes, Law can feel the brush of your eyelashes.

"Trying to smother me isn't going to help either."

Law's eyes flick skyward for a moment as he sighs. "I'm hardly smothering you. Although it's an idea, given that you'd be unconscious."

You reach up, pulling his hand down enough you can stare. "You wouldn't dare." He raises an eyebrow, and your eyes narrow. "Law."

"Then go to sleep." He counters crisply. "Or what can I offer you that will get you to stay put so I can work and not have to hunt you down?"

You hum, expression thoughtful before your eyes lock with his. "Kiss me." When he gives you a flat look, you grin. "You heard me, if you give me a kiss I'llㅡ"

Law's lips are against yours, familiar pressure that makes your eyes slide shut as you press back, good hand coming up to rest against the back of his cap. And then he's pulling away, ignoring your whine of protest. "Go to sleep."

"But I wantㅡ"

"Sleep," Law emphasizes. "We made a deal."

He pulls away completely, and you scowl before turning away with a huff. "Fine. Since you won't give me another kiss."

Scoffing, Law reaches to tug at the brim of his hat, hoping you don't notice the faint flush to his cheeks. "And I told you to stop being a brat."

Crossing the room, Law seats himself at his desk and flips open one of the various books he'd been taking notes from earlier. He doesn't know how long he reads for but when he looks up again, you're finally asleep.

[attyattlaw]

couple of laws i have intention of finishing maybe

[jennrypan]

Everyone always goes on about how Adrien and Mylene aren't assholes despite experiencing trauma

But

Surprise, surprise!! People react differently to trauma!

YOU may wanna be a better person, YOU may never wanna be mean.

But not everyone comes out of trauma all nice and kind.

Obviously, and I can't stress this enough cuz sometimes people CANT FUCKING READ. This doesn't mean be a bully, this isn't excusing Chloe. She's a fucking bully and an asshole. We KNOW that.

But holy shit. Not everyone wants to be a good person, sometimes when you feel shitty you wanna lash out and take it out on everyone. Is it right? FUCK NO. But it happens.

It doesn't make then evil, (especially when you're fucking 14 and you get compared to a literal grown terrorist, bffr)

Also. Marinette told Chloe in order for her shitty mom to love her she had to act like her..no ones gonna talk about that stupid ass evidence?? Just. God damn.

Also. Mylenes mom abandoning her shouldn't be compared to Chloes mom abandoning her to have a whole other child and leaving Chloe with a spineless, useless father who gave her EVERYTHING she wanted and never taught her how to act cuz he sucks.

Adrien was conditioned to act properly and do everything he's told or he'll get his freedom or anything he loves takin away, and despite that he still sees the good in people, that's great!!

Chloe was raised being handing everything with no consequences. They can't be comparable!

Chloe definitely deserves to be called out for bullying but she's not worst than all the shitty parents or terrorists in this show idc

[imaginemae]

So anyway, Felix is the perfect person to find out Marinette is Ladybug. He’d give up Gabriel’s identity in a heartbeat and try to form an alliance.

[gg-ladybug]

I bet Parisian Police are FREAKING the FUCK OUT in universe

Roger, holding his notepad: …so he was murdered?

Bugnoire: …he sacrificed himself. You know. For Paris. Against Monarch. It was a valiant battle.

Roger: So he was murdered. Where’s his body?

Bugnoire: …gone?

Roger, waving towards Emilie: And his wife just…?

Bugnoire: …returned home. So Adrien wouldn’t be put in the system.

Roger: Ladybug, what the fuck, there were public enquiries—

Now the movie-verse is melting down too because

Roger: Ladybug, why did Gabriel Agreste give up? We need to know in case we pursue prosecution. It’ll decide how many years he gets.

Ladybug: The power of love <3

Roger: LADYBUG, HE STOPPED AFTER HUGGING CHAT NOIR

Ladybug: Yeah, bye now <3

[lucii-bug]

miraculous ladybug season 5, essentially:

[asukiess]

gal(a) pals

[psychopomparia]

So, the Gourmet Gastronomy card trailer dropped and I noticed something...

Artem's dish is crab roe tofu. A dish that's a recipe you can obtain in Genshin Impact.

Some characters have special dishes depending on what recipes they make. Do you know who makes a special dish using crab roe tofu?

Yanfei.

YANFEI WHO IS A LEGAL ADVISER. AKA.

A LAWYER

[ninadove]

We are sooo getting Chat Blanc back next season.

[kscribbs]

Art dump? Sort of? Basically, a few of the things I've neglected to post over the last few months/millennia.

Inspired by this lovely post, and this lovely follow up post! I was so bowled over by the fits that I decided to alter/update an old Diteline sketch to match!

Finally managed to establish a consistent character design for my pathetic little wet mop of a daughter. Huzzah!

AU in which Jack either a) never leaves or b) leaves but comes back almost immediately.

More bb Cold Front. Jack would almost certainly not have been wearing pinstriped trousers that far back, but they were easier to draw than something period appropriate! The difference in foot size is making me weak at the knees.

Meant to post this on Valentine's Day. 😅 Some Bernelle, Blinter and Diteline, as well as Jucy. Figured if anyone could get B-Man jivin' it was Miss Elle (property of the lovely shittyelfwriter).

Theym, or something. In ch. 4 of ML I mention that Lucy has blonde highlights. I've since decided that they're not so much highlightS as one big streak, that she uses to cover up a lil grey area (if I can be going grey at age 27 she can be going grey at 35). I think she also dyes it pink every so often, for funsies; as she has in the upper lefthand pic. She looks v NYC Grunge in that one, as an aside. Apart from the Bears cap, that is, which is decidedly Illinoisan. The coat was borrowed (stolen) from her dad and the hoodie is her old varsity one from Harvard. Oh, and her earrings are teeny planets, bc yay space!

[verfound]

FIC: "We Should Honeymoon in Paris" - 1/2 (MLB; Lukanette)

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters/Pairings: Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary: After ending a bar crawl at Juleka and Marinette’s flat, Luka has a proposition for Marinette.  A pretty big one.  There’s just one problem: don’t you have to be, y’know, together to go on a honeymoon?

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Dan and Shay have this new song called “We Should Get Married”, and apart from completely pandering to Zero to Married Couffaine there’s also a line about how they should “honeymoon in Paris, talking ‘bout Tennessee”, which got me curious.  Did y’all know there are 48 cities in the world named “Paris”?  😂

“We Should Honeymoon in Paris”

Marinette knew Luka was drunk.  There was no way he couldn’t be drunk.  For starters, she had seen him drinking – he’d had at least two shots and three beers to her half a wine cooler.  And that was after he’d shown up at their door after bar crawling with Dingo.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Juleka had asked, unimpressed, when she’d opened the door to find him on the other side.  “You have your own flat.”

“It’s occupied,” he’d said, rolling his eyes.  “Dingo met someone at the last bar.  It’s gonna get real ugly real fast, and I’d rather not be around to clean up after his drunk ass, thank you very much.”

“And we want to be here to clean up after yours?” she had scoffed, but she’d still stepped aside like the good sister she was to let him in.  He’d smacked a kiss against her cheek as he’d passed her – one she’d been quick to rub off with a scowl as she slammed the door behind him.  “You reek.  God, how much have you had?”

[grandlinedreams]

|| special thanks to @miloonmetis for this specific brand of rot on discord yesterday lmao and happy fingering friday to my bbs iykyk

[Heads up!: inappropriate joke about Law's fingers, fingering (reader recieving), oral (also reader recieving), kinda mean dom Law]

You spend an inordinate amount of time staring at Law's hands. They're pretty, after all, almost as pretty as the man himself. Long, slender ㅡ with the letters of 'DEATH' tattooed on them in dark ink against tanned skin.

You toy with his fingers, curling and uncurling them, feeling the delicate work of the tendons and veins beneath. Your fingertips dance between the gaps, then you sigh. "You know, about these fingers of yours..."

"Hm." Law, having tuned you out about fifteen minutes ago, does not pay much attention to the deliberate bend of his fingers under your control.

"I think I'd like you to do these three to me." You wait patiently for him to drag his attention off of his text book review and to his hand. The index, middle and ring are extended out, pinky and thumb bent.

'EAT', it spells, and it takes Law a good minute and a half to register that, then what you're implying. You grin wickedly as color flushes his face.

"Oh."

He does as you ask, though. He's nothing if not a generous lover in terms of what you can ask for ㅡ what he gives you is an entirely different story.

"Close? Already?" His tone is teasing, hard edge of something else in his voice as 'e' and 'a' curl within you. His head tilts as you writhe, hips rocking to meet his shallow thrusts into your warmth as best you can when his other hand is trying to pin you to the bed. "Come on, you can take another finger, can't you?"

It's equal parts condescension as it is genuinely a question, and your cheeks burn for how eagerly your body responds to his words. You nod, and Law's lips curl. "That's what I thought."

The breach of his third finger aches in the best of ways, makes you whine as your cheeks burn, heart hammering and tummy clenching at how close your orgasm is.

And then Law stops. 'E', 'a', and 't' halt their delicious stretch inside you, the denial of your orgasm a cold bucket of water as you gasp, half-worded pleas spilling from your throat. "Keep going, please, please, I was so close ㅡ"

"Hush." Law's lips meet your thigh, pressing against the soft swell of skin, admiring the plush expanse as sticky fingers curl against you ㅡ and then his tongue is against your hot, achy center, and you almost wail in relief.

This too is something Law is familiar with, follows every jerk and twitch of your body as he curls his tongue, kneads at your thighs in comfort even as your orgasm begins to crescendo once more.

This time you anchor a hand in his hair, yanking hin closer to you ㅡ thighs squeezing in a bid to make him stay. He isn't going anywhere though, renewing his efforts as your noises pitch higher before you still against him, yanking as you cum.

Law lets you ride it out, waits until your hand eases up in his hair to pull away and peer at you from just below your groin. "Can you take another?"

It's clear what he means for the way he looks at you as if he's going devour you, and you shiver breathlessly before you nod, preparing yourself for a very long night.

[sophiethewitch1]

once again writing something im not entirely sure people will enjoy. i play dark content as a joke probably a bit too much lmfao. and even then I'm still not going to write noncon?? because i don't know??? my vibes are off???

[lycorogue]

So, being the mature, childless adult that I am. My husband decided to lean hard into my fandom and make it the whole theme of my Christmas gifts this year.

The first one that I opened was a Miraculous Ladybug Advent calendar. It contained a different charm for each of the kwamis, as well as the Miraculous show logo, Ladybug, Chat Noir, and an extra charm each for Tikki and Plagg.

The second gift? Miraculous Ladybug Chibi World. In other words.... Polly Pocket: ML Addition.

Is it bad that my first thought when opening this gift was, "OOOO! I can now play out scenes from @buggachat's "Bakery 'Enemies' AU"!"

[iwasbored777]

Marinette using a bunch of miraculous in the same time: Wow I'm dizzy wow now I'm good ok let's go let's do this yes I look good I feel good I'm confident I can do this it's all working according to my plan

Gabriel using the same number of miraculous in the same time: *coughing, choking, dying, having a f*cking stroke, dying again like ten times in one episode, screams in pain, nearly explodes*

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Who made me a Villain (1)

[Masterlist]

(here) (Part 2)

So the biodad! Joker AU that you all waited for.

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“The patient is secured. Proceed with the transfer.”

The van rolled away from the airport and headed towards one of the most infamous mental institution in the world. Arkham Asylum. Mainly known for treating various Rouges of Gotham who had been ‘admitted’ there by the Batman and his flock of birds. A few of them rehabilitated and were doing less crimes, like Poison Ivy or Harley Quinn. Others like the Joker were kept because they were a threat to Gotham. Only time will tell which category the newest patient will fall into.

—---

“The universe is definitely laughing at me,” the patient currently in the van thought. Why else would it go through all the efforts to make her be the butt of the biggest joke in existence?

She had followed all the rules, did all the things expected of her and yet, it was never enough. She had stayed in that mold, the sweet, kind and caring girl, first shaped by the people she once believed to be her parents. Then, the ‘nice’ teacher who claimed to be on her side and never stepped in between her and the mean blonde girl, not even once. The people she once thought she could finally called friends before they all tossed her to the curb for the next shiny thing.

The responsibility, that was thrust onto her shoulders because of one man with shitty coping mechanism and terrible critical thinking skills. The beings she swore to protect who were ripped away because a group of people with twisted morals and believed themselves to be the higher power deemed her unfit.

Anyone who listened to her life story can tell that it was shit but no one ever bothered to listen to the full story.

—-----

And the story at least had a happy beginning.

A happy couple decided to adopt a sweet baby into their family as they were unable to have children. The baby grew up to a pretty young girl who remain friendless despite all of her efforts, due to the influence of a spoiled, rich brat and an enabling teacher. She faced all of these hardships on with a smile.

Then, it happened. We all know this part by now.

A man who was filled with grief over losing his wife and willing to destroy an entire city to get her back.

A pair of earrings and a ring were given out. 

The stone monster who was the first victim in a long line of victims of the magical terrorist, Hawkmoth, who will plague Paris for years to come. 

Two heroes, one red and one black. 

Dark butterflies and a promise of protection. 

The boy with green eyes and a ring holding out an umbrella.

The girl had gained the earrings with a great responsibility, a best friend and a crush.

She was ready to face everything with a bright smile.

Everything appeared great until it wasn’t.

It had been a year and they weren’t any closer to defeating the villain. Trouble soon walked into her civilian life in the form of green eyes and silver tongue.

False promises and tall-tales were fed to eager ears.

The girl had made another enemy and for the boy she devoted her heart to, she kept her promise and remained silent of the liar’s lies.

The girl thought that she can handle anything that came her way and continued to smile, not knowing how wrong she was.

The spoiled brat, unhappy with not being given great power she thought was destined for her. So she betrayed them all. A hard battle was fought and the side of the heroes suffer losses. Their allies were revealed and put in danger from the madman. The box, filled with magic, was passed onto the girl, a new burden that made her shoulders heavier than ever.

As a hero, the villain had became stronger with the knowledge that fell into his hand. Her partner was becoming more and more unreliable in battles and began to aggressively pursued her.

As a civilian, the green-eyed fox was slowly but surely making good on her promise, tearing apart her friendship with the class. The spoilt brat made her life even harder than before. Her parents were starting to lose their patience with her and punished her for every offence her classmates claimed that she did.

The girl held back her tears and put on a fake smile to convinced the world that everything was fine and she can handle whatever it throws at her. However, the world appears to be cracking and it was getting harder to believe that there is good in the world.

—---

The beginning of the end started with the end of Hawkmoth.

She had taken the ring from the boy whom she had once loved and cried for days afterwards. To make up for the lack of a partner, she gave the dragon and the snake to the only two people outside the class who she still trusted. A fencer who was her former rival and now closest friend and a musician who stuck by her side through her highs and lows.

Her friendship with the class was now destroyed and the position of class president stripped from her. It hurt but she now has the time to pursue the copy of the girmoire and hone her abilities with the knowledge of magic hidden inside.

The three faced Hawkmoth in a final battle in the Agreste Mansion. After they had gotten the brooch of Gabriel Agreste and upon learning about the faith of his wife, she offered to wake the woman up in exchange for the peacock Miraculous and the girmoire.

The burden was lifted and peace settled on the city once more.

—----

While the trio were great heroes and friends she could fully trust and rely on, they had their own budding careers that require them to leave Paris. With a sorrowful heart, she bid both of them goodbye with a necklace and a bracelet in her purse.

One day, while filled with loneliness and seeking a place where she doesn’t have to see the disappointment from her family, she came across a magician in trouble so she used her miraculous magic to save him. When the magician realised that the girl who had saved him was the former heroine Ladybug and still very much a child, he offered to teach the girl everything he know in magic to better protect herself and the Miraculous.

His name was Giovanni Zatara.

—----

Months passed, the girl was thriving from the magic lessons from the one positive adult figure in her life. She looked forward to it and Zatara never had a more enthusiastic student. It made her life much more bearable. However, when the world fell into crisis for the upteemth, Zatara had to take his leave from Paris to answer the call of duty but promised to return.

It was something for her to hold onto as her classmates hurled daggers of hurtful words at her.

—-----

Honestly, the days before the incident that caused her to end up in Gotham was a blur. But she clearly remembered the day she lost her closest companions. She had returned to her now barren room and there were a few robed people thrashing it.

She recognised the symbol of the Order and demanded to know why they were there. A few who had remained hidden, ambushed from behind and held her in place as they finally found the Miracle Box. They branded her as thief and demanded her to hand over the Miracle Box. She pleaded with them that she wasn’t a thief and she had the title of Guardian given by Wang Fu.

Upon hearing the name, they told her that Fu was not an actual Guardian and that he had played her. He had stolen the Miraclue Box and created Feast to cover it up. The moment he realised the temple was back, he had given it up and pretended to have lost his memories so she will be his scapegoat. Some of the monks felt pity when they saw the girl’s horrified expression. They stopped their comrades from giving out the original punishment of death, pointing out that the girl didn’t know about Fu’s deception and her reaction was too genuine to be faked.

The kwamis at that point managed to get out of the box and they explained to the Order about Hawkmoth and how the girl had basically carried out their job and protected them.

So as a small mercy, they simply erased her memories. Her parents found her passed out when she didn’t come down from dinner. She woke up in the hosipital with amnesia and no recollection of the past few years. Doctors thinks that the emotional trauma from the entire Hawkmoth thing caused her brain to repress those memories. A few remarked that it was a blessing. (Many were bitter that she was able to easily forgot the hardships they all endured.)

—---

She vaguely remember her classmates for the first time in months asking her politely to bring around some pastries to a party they were throwing. She should have seen that as a sign but she was caught up in her successful haul that got her a rare magic book that was the real deal the other day.

(After she lost the passion she once had for designing after Gabriel Agreste turned out to be Hawkmoth, she now prowled antique shops and flea markets for magic artifacts instead of fabrics and old clothing. She was making many connections with the magic community in Paris who all know that she used to be Ladybug.)

She had showed up at the party with their order, not intending to stick around. But they insisted for her to stay. Alarm bells rang in her head. Her magical instincts were telling her to get the hell out before something bad happened.

Before she knew it, arms held her in place as her classmates beat her up and hurled insults at her. Adrien simply watched as Lila clinged onto his arm with a lowered head. 

{None of them saw her grin with malicious glee.}

Marinette cried for help.

{But she didn’t know that Chloe had used her power to clear the park so no one would witness the beat down.}

As she laid on the ground, bloody and aching all over, Lila opened her mouth. Marinette didn’t know what the other girl said but through her magic, she finally with a sense of horror, realised how Lila was able to influence her classmates so easily. A sinister orange aura surrounds the brunette and strings, many of them, were tightly wrapped around each and everyone of them. The Miraculous had protected her and Adrien but after she took away Adrien’s ring, he had also fallen in line easily. The only reason she was still unaffected was because of her protection charms.

Her friends seemed to nod along to whatever Lila suggested and Marinette’s world went black.

—-----

When she opened her eyes, her ears were filled with the sound of sirens and she found herself in the back of a police cruiser.

—----

The days after were filled with many people asking her for the truth of that ‘day’. But the truth was buried underneath her classmates’ various testimonies which all, of course, contradicts her. The only people she trusted to give the true description of her as a character witness were all out of the country or unreachable.

When Chloe visited her in her cell to gloat and demean her, wrapped in Lila’s sickenly orange strings, she knew that the entire court, from judge to jury would rule against her as they all would be in the Mayor’s pocket. Her parents also came by, orange strings around their necks, to tell her that they won’t even hire lawyers for her trial on her behalf and to her heartbreak, gave her the truth of her birth.

She was not their biological daughter. She was adopted simply because she looked like their actual daughter who had died a few months before they came across her.

—----

Someone had decided to run her DNA against the criminal database and it showed that she was related to Jack Napier aka the Joker. They did a ‘psych evaluation’

(The psychiatrist who was supposed to evaluate her reeked of alcohol and was grinning like a loon. It was simple to hynotise him and find out that he was bribed to write her down as insane despite how the actual evaluation went.)

She could have used magic to get out of it but she was tired. She was tired of everything. She was tired of the glares and insults. She was tired of overthinking everything so nothing can be used against her. She was tired of looking over her shoulder everyday and being wary of when her classmates would descend on her like a pack of dogs, thinking themselves as righteous angels of justice. She was tired of the many secrets she held.

As she looked at the happy Agreste family, she was tired of her dreams to achieve that perfectly normal life. Because she was never born normal to start with.

As the trial concluded with her sentence to be deported out of Paris to Arkham Asylum in Gotham.

Paris, the city she once loved and protected hated her.

Good, because she hated it too.

—----

As the van rolled up the hill to her new home, Marinette Dupain-Cheng died.

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(Part 2)

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