#Ask-time-rewind-Ash

[ask-time-rewind-ash]

@hoopa-is-hoopa

You're ashkan but not the ashkan that Hoopa knows but still a ashkan! Need help? Hoopa will help!

"Huh? Aren't you that Hoopa, me and my friends from Kalos met in the past before?"

[ideas-scattered-dreams]

/ / LIAR!

Fandoms: Twisted wonderland AU: Overblot - SADNESS

ANGER - SADNESS (YOU'RE HERE)

Imagine that...

Liar, crowley is a damn big fat liar. he promised to get u back to ur world, yet made u worked countless of pointless jobs. made u do all the things that lazy crow cant do. and what does he give u in return? NOTHING. not even a home to go to.. your own home. Why did the tsumtsums get to go home quickly? weren't they in the same situation as you?

you were walking in the hallway towards crowleys office with heavy steps. fist clenched while holding a letter (the letter littered with dark ink).. the crumbled piece of paper looked like it was for crowley.. it looks like it was sent after the week u defeated overblot riddle.. lets rewind a bit.. the time where the letter was in the pile of all the stacked up paperwork that crowley dumped onto you..

you were curious on what the message was written.. the letter was burnt and looked like the one who received this letter tried to burn it, rip it, or in general just get rid of it.. though, looks like it failed. you began to read it.. your expressions morphed into shock, happy, and then anger. this letter.. this was the one.. the key to getting back home.. you looked at the date it was sent of.. it was.. after riddles overblot.

Your eyes tremble from looking at the number.. huh? that.. long ago? why.. why didn't he.. you teeth began to clack and brows furrowed.. a few dark ink dripped from your fingernails and legs..

now you were Infront of crowleys door. a dark look in your eyes. this wasn't fair.. not fair.. not FAIR! you spent your days working away with work waiting oh so patiently for crowley to find u a way back home.. yet he didn't! why?! was it because he found u useful? were u just a toy for him to use to go out and play?! disgusting.

dark ink began to continuously drip from u are u slowly open the door startling Crowley who was reading a manga? well that didn't matter.

u slammed the letter onto his desk while looking straight at those glowing eyes behind his mask. "headmage.. please tell me.. what is the meaning of this letter.." u asked voice filled with visible anger and betrayal as u dipped your head down. crowley took the letter that was placed onto his desk and read it. he read over the contents as his expression morphed into shock.

"prefect.. how did you get this letter.." he spoke with caution as he crumbled that letter and placed it over the candle making it turn into ashes. your eyes narrowed and looked at the ashes that fell.. the only letter of your key has been destroyed. "i do not know where u got that letter from but it is rude to snoop and read of someones elses privacy. didn't your parents teach you such manners?" he sighed and sat down.

you eye twitched as u tremble on your spot. "how could my parents teach me when i cant even go back home because of you." you spat out making crowley frown. "your disrespect is going off limits prefect. i suggest u apologize and leave, maybe i will let u off the hook as i am -" you slammed your foot down making shockwaves sending crowley to hold onto the desk as the ground crack.

"SHUT UP!" the blot began to grow larger in size and u grip your hair in frustration. "i have learned the truth crowley. how much more are u gonna lie and gaslight me?! i have waited and waited and waited for the time, i get to finally go home! to get embrace by my parents and friends! i have a future ahead and your ruining for me!!" you started to let out angry tears and u fell to the ground and cried. "ITS NOT FAIR! LOOK AT THE TSUMMIES! THE GET TO GO HOME EARLY WHILE I HAVE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH!!"

The shockwave of your voice made the walls crack as crowley called for backup, he was shaking and looking at your form. your body started to get covered with blot as u cried tears of dark ink. "WAS IT BECAUSE I COULD FIX THE OVERBLOTS?! WAS I JUST A SINGLE CHESS PIECE FOR U?!!!" you continued to cry and cry as the blot spread even faster, it was also covering the walls and floor.

"prefect!" the first years and grim entered the door to figure out what the commotion was about. but they never expect this scene..

"its unfair unfairunfairunfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair unfairunfair....." you kept repeating the word as the time abruptly stopped. the air was filled with toxin of gas much like vils overblot.. yet stronger with the emotion.

.....

it was dark. your tears wont stop coming. u felt.. dissapointed in yourself. the solution was there all along.. the happiness and freedom u have been waiting for.. yet.. it was just swatted away with no remorse. with no other objections but to decline it. was it punishment? you have been a good child... why.. why did this happen to me.. "mama? i am scared.. please.. i need you.."

"mama.. mommy.. wahhh.!!!!!" you screamed making the building/office collapse, the people in the near area were thrown as u finally get consumed by blot.

.......

was this a dream..? please.. let this be a dream.. i didn't mean to let my emotions go.. i didn't.. u understand me right..? overblot me?

'YOU' smiled as 'YOU' embraced you. you hugged them tightly. as u sniffle and let your tears come out. "it wasn't fair.. it wasn't but i'm glad u understand me.. you were always here for me.. you wont leave me right?" you frowned and held them close. 'YOU' looked at you and grinned. "of course.. i will never leave... ever. so lets stay in our world together.. forever.." you looked at them and nodded.

ignoring the bloody scene that was infront and back.. and a single feathered hat lying ontop of the piles of bodies.. it was just a dream (name) so dont ever leave.

[paperbackribs]

The Gift (3a) (Witch Steve AU)

previous: Chapter 2: The Aftermath next: Chapter 3 Boys Are Witches Too (Part B) Ao3 Link - Chapters will be updated ahead of Tumblr Content: steddie fic, 1K words

Last chapter, Steve had a haunting vision of his Nana before comforting Dustin about Eddie's near death. This chapter, family weighs in on Steve's decision to save Eddie and it's time to explain himself to his friends.

Chapter 3 Boys Are Witches Too (Part A)

“Steven, as soon as you get this message, call me,” Mary Harrington’s strident voice carries through the answering machine to Steve’s reluctant ears. He sighs, fiddling with the button that will rewind the cassette, ready to be written over later.

After leaving the hospital, he’s managed to get a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, in his own bed and without feeling the need to clutch at a weapon.

He had finally washed off the grit, blood, and ash of the Upside Down that had felt permanently embedded in his skin and hair. And the soft material of the sleep shirt and shorts he now wears feels like a sort of balm after the roughness of Eddie’s vest rubbing against his wounds the past few days.

But exhaustion still drags at Steve, and he’s irritated with having just walked into the staircase banister.

The vacant space to the left of his field of vision isn’t debilitating; he can see mostly fine, it’s just that his peripheral vision is off. But getting a hang of it on top of the physical and spiritual exhaustion of fighting Vecna and Eddie’s revival was just another pip on top of the shitty Cherries Jubilee of the past week.

Better than the alternative, he reminds himself. Eddie had woken up, which had broken open a reservoir of relief that Steve thought he’d already dealt with.

But seeing Eddie open his eyes and speak clearly and coherently had released an anxiety that Steve hadn’t even realised he had been worrying at, like unconsciously scratching at a scab.

That he brought Eddie back to life was all well and good, but what if Steve had damaged him in some way? Messed with the threads of destiny to the extent that he brought the other boy back wrong.

He hadn’t though. Other than a brief panic attack that his Uncle Wayne had talked him down from, holding Eddie’s face in his hands, breathing deep and calming breaths together, Eddie was alive and well.

Between the bustle of Hop coming back alive, the intrusion of Doc Owens, and starting to manage the charges against Eddie, Steve hadn’t been able to do much more than nod at the other guy from the back of the room.

Eddie had looked overwhelmed and pale, but he had stared at Steve with an unnerving intensity. Steve wonders whether he looks so ugly now with the one white eye that Eddie hadn’t been able to look away. Like a terrible car wreck on the side of the road.

And now his mother wants to talk to him. It’s been 48 hours since he reached across worlds and pulled Eddie through, and his mother Knows and wants to talk to him.

It wasn’t that long ago that Coleman had brought him into the principal’s office to discuss the ‘dangerous road’ he was taking as his grades tanked and he quit the swimming team. This feels unpleasantly similar.

He punches in the Chicago office number through to her direct line and greets her before she says anything.

A pregnant pause hangs in the air before she quietly asks, “What the hell did you do?”

Steve rubs at his forehead tiredly, “Time to break out the wooden spoon, Mom.”

“I can’t believe you did something so reckless. Was it The Sacrifice? Is that it? What did you give up? Not your life obviously, since you’re still able to call your mother two days later.”

She sounds so much like Nana sometimes, he thinks nostalgically. Wishing that she was alive and here to guide him right now.

“My eye. Only the one.”

“Was it Robin?” His mother had gotten to know Robin after the destruction of Starcourt Mall, even if it was only after the disastrous event that she’d been able to return to Hawkins. During their weekly phone calls, she had come to understand how deeply he cares for his friend.

“No, it’s a guy. Eddie. He got mixed up with the Upside Down too and I Saw it, Mom. It was going to be awful.”

“Still, you risked your life, baby.” Steve shifts on his feet as his mother’s voice thickens. Like him, she would rather pinch the tears away than let anyone see her cry so to hear it in her voice makes guilt settle heavily in his chest.

“It was worth it,” he insists.

She audibly sucks in a breath, “He means that much to you?”

“It’s not like that,” he says. “I mean, he’s a good guy,” he adds hastily. “But it was going to affect everyone, it was going to change Dustin.” She knows how much Dustin means to him.

“And,” he continues without much thought, “he really is a good guy. Like the best with the kids, he’s funny, and there’s just so much life to him, you know. I never could have lived with myself if I had done nothing.”

“Okay,” she hums, but Steve can’t tell whether he’s convinced her.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” he assures her.

Steve doesn’t bother to ask whether she’d told his father about what he had done; he’s pretty sure their secretaries have conveyed all communications for the last eighteen months.

During their Sunday phone calls, Mary talks about her work as an environmental lawyer and Steve talks about Robin and the kids; neither likes to delve deeper into their family dynamics.

He gives her a brief outline of the past week, leaving out the more violent events including the final battle, but gives her enough so that she understands that it’s over too.

Her gifts have always leaned more towards the earthy than the ethereal, like Steve’s and his Nana’s. So, when he tells her that he Knows this is done, a deep sigh of relief comes down the line. She hadn’t been able to convince him to leave Hawkins in ‘83 and now she won’t need to keep trying.

He hopes, a week later, standing in his kitchen this time, that his friends likewise accept his story...

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[whumprecs]

you’ve prob done this but umbrella academy whump/angst recs?? all ur others are so good!

Sorry about the delay! So I am a huge Five fan, so most of them are slanted that way, though I think Diego sneaks in there a few times -but also they're almost all Family Fics.

I'm going to leave off the NSFW/non-con ones I know of, just in case. If you are interested, feel free to send another anon ask (or message if you would prefer) and I'll send links.

i'm walking backward into my own myth by eluvion  Five is in 1963. He’s in 2019. He’s in 2002. Time is falling apart, and Five is in every piece. Five is a disease, and time is coughing up a lung.

Or; Five Hargreeves breaks time.

I kept running (for a soft place to fall) by chromaticality He'd hoped they had given up. Really, he should have known better. The Handler thinks he's the solution to all her problems. Five thinks he'd like to turn the whole place into a slaughterhouse. But with Allison and Luther caught in the crossfire, Five has to cooperate with the Commission's plans until he can figure out a way to get everyone home.

No Time, No Time, Dear Brother O’ Mine by I_Logophile

At Gimbel Brothers department store, Five’s injury is a bit more serious than a simple bullet graze. Not that it matters to him.

That is, until the police show up while he’s trying to leave, and Five finds himself remembering things he’d rather forget. -- There’s something going on with his brother. That much is very clear to Diego.

Why else is Five at a crime scene? Why else is he attacking the people trying to help him? Why else is he going around ranting about time?

There’s something going on with his brother. And Diego is going to find out what.

He just has to get Five some medical attention first.

the walls kept tumbling down by Ingu It started small.

There was a nagging ache in his chest, phantom pain from where the bullets had pierced his flesh, in the overwritten timeline that never will be.

(the one where rewinding time doesn't miraculously resolve mortal gunshot wounds)

Here, Beneath My Lungs by beastboy12

After they get back from the 60's, Five starts investigating a string of suspicious murders while distancing himself from a family he's convinced he's already lost. So, naturally, Klaus and Diego join him. "Holy shit, Five," Diego says, rushing forward. "What the hell happened to you?" Five is off-balanced by the sight of Diego. Shouldn’t he be at the other address? What is he doing here? Klaus appears on the other side of Diego and lets out a laugh that sounds almost frantic. "Oh, thank God you can see him, too.” “Why are you here?” Five says. Diego scoffs. “Yeah, no, the one covered in blood doesn’t get to ask questions.”

Series

Part 1 of Five is an emotionally stunted yogurt lid

The Longest Roads Lead to Home by assaily (twistedskys) Five raised his glass to the rafters. “I’m home,” he said simply. “I’d like to take the time to enjoy that, y’know.”

Diego watched him pour another drink, suddenly understanding him. He’d been gone a long time, lost in a really terrible place that probably never felt like home unless he could somehow forget he was the last soul on Earth. ‘Home’ meant a lot to him.

When Five’s glass was ready again, Diego raised his own, still half-full. “To being home,” he said.

That earned him a smile, a real one that managed to soothe the crease in Five’s brow and make him look so incredibly young in its sincerity, and so incredibly old in its deep gratitude. He raised his glass and clinked it against Diego’s. “To finally being home.”

~-~

Or; Five gets kidnapped and it goes wrong (for the kidnapper).

heart heart head by morimaru

a series of hurt/comfort snippets featuring Five.

Blink by Lady_Origami When Five blinks, sometimes he's back in the world of ash and embers. It's hard to remember how to breathe when that happens. In which Klaus tries to play the role of supportive brother with Ben's help, and Five struggles more than he lets on.

Can you hug me as I go? by maddienole What if the FBI captured Five instead of Vanya?

2x7 canon divergence.

Simple by sharkneto Diego runs into Five at the park. He’s just here to catch a mugger. Why does Five always complicate things?

Lend a Hand by sharkneto If Luther’s being honest, he’s not sure how they’re going to get out of this one. Effectively trapped and powers negated, the Umbrella Academy is in a dire position.

Luther really needs to stop underestimating the lengths Five is willing to go to save his family.

Howling at the Moon by assaily (twistedskys) Five is now a permanent resident of the Hotel Oblivion. The rooms are crap, service is even worse, and he's pretty sure his family left him here. But at least they're safe, right?

A pre-season 3 AU of season 3, Hotel-as-a-prison concept from the comics.

lie awake, sleep awake by morimaru Number Five does not get sick. He refuses to be sick. His body obeys. Right up until it doesn't. (- this one is literally my favorite of all of these rec's, I have lost count how many times I've read it)

and all the kids cried out by morimaru The one where Five is sick, the Handler is clingy and hard to get rid of even after death, and Klaus has a ghost-busting side-gig that is a lot less exciting than it sounds.

Guilt Trip by I_Logophile In typical Five Hargreeves fashion, a drug ring bust with his family turns into a rescue mission, which turns into a complete and utter shitshow. Because, of course, things had to go sideways— No, scratch that. Things didn't just go sideways, things went upside down, backward, and inside out. And then got blown up. Literally.

In the aftermath of the whole fiasco, Five is left reeling, floundering, drowning in guilt.

Because how could he have done that?

How could he have attacked his family?

spoiled by morimaru Number Five is a survivor. He fought his whole life: he fought their father, the apocalypse, the commission, then – the apocalypse, again. Having made that fateful jump back to 2019, he unwillingly left his old body with all of its scars behind. Physical ones, at least. It’s funny, in a way, that the hardest thing for him to fight ends up being food.

The Dangers of Vigilanteing by aceofwhump Diego gets injured during one of his vigilante acts and is forced to go back to the one place he swore he'd never return: The Umbrella Academy

Also, the best way I've found to get to the fics I want in this fandom is to troll through favorites of the authors of my favorite fics. Most fandoms that doesn't seem to work, but this one it does. Happy reading, and again - sorry about the delay!

[felinespooky]

Yet Another Twisted Wonderland Theory

Still about Yuu

I am back on my mad ramblings regarding Twisted Wonderland. This time it’s not gonna be as far fetched as a previous post I did that proved to be nothing more than connecting dots that are never there. I feel like this one actually has some merit though as long as I don’t spiral out of control thought wise. Without further ado, let’s begin.

The theory this time around: The game Yuu is more of a conglomerate of the various manga Yuus.

“But how would that make sense?” I hear you, but before I can answer any of that, we are to hit the necessary bullet point questions:

* What connects the Yuus together?

* Who’s crazy enough to do this?

* What purpose does this serve?

Starting with “What connects the Yuus together,” I would have to say I don’t have all the answers considering that, at the time of writing, one Books 1-3 are out and available. Although, I’m only aware of Books 1 & 2 being in English; I play on EN so everything will be lagging behind all things considered. And to make it easier, I’d advise to have a separate tab that has information about what is canon to Game Yuu (@starsilluminateourgalaxy, @mee-op, and @darkscorpiox are where I find all the information regarding Game Yuu)

**A/N: Now, this is where I’d make a vinn diagram but unfortunately with the busy schedule I have going on, I haven’t been able to sit down properly and go full on MatPat or Theorizer on this section before someone or something demands my brain. I will one day make this list; just one a different post or a future edit.**

Now for “Who’s crazy enough to do this” question. The answer is simple: Crowley, our deadbeat bird dad. It’s been heavily hinted, dare I say proven, that it’s him we heard in the beginning of the game as Spooky Hand TM. Spooky Hand/Crowley does this whole speech right before waking up:

“Ah, my lovely Lord,

The noble and beautiful flower of evil,

You are the most beautiful, number one in this world.

— Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the most…

— For thee, guided by the Mirror of Darkness,

Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.

Flames that turn even stars into ashes,

Ice that imprisons time,

Great tree that swallow even the sky,

Don’t be afraid of the power of darkness,

Come now, show your power,

Mine, theirs, and yours,

There’s only little time left,

Do not let go of that hand, at all cost.”

Now, going by key lines, it seems more like an incantation of sorts. Like, asking Hades to release a soul, and the companion to a flower. As if Yuu/the player is merely a seed that’s in the process of blossoming into whoever you want. Hell the “mine, theirs, and yours” line in particular strikes me as off.

Which brings me to the “what purpose” question. The answer is to merely complete a timeline that doesn’t end in tragedy. I believe there is a “time loop theory” running around in the fandom. Though it doesn’t function like the usual trope like in that one Supernatural episode; it functions more like an Undertale loop. In this case, it’s Crowley being able to do it instead of us. Now, why would this matter? I believe it’s because Crowley feels guilty about what happened the first time, most likely a death to some unknown previous Yuu. He genuinely felt sorry for this kid and decided that until he can figure it out, he’d let them stay. Plus they’re keeping Grim under control… but then they die. Best guess is either the cave he sent us to with Ace and Deuce, though that might’ve been different than the one we know, or Riddle’s Overblot. Regardless, he probably felt guilty about it, so he decided to rewind time. Except, something happened, the kid changed. He’d be confused, but he can’t blow his cover since he’s not supposed to be messing with time. So he takes it by the chin and acts normal. And the timeline does change, this Yuu (Yuuken) survives! But only a little as eventually, this one dies to Leona’s Overblot. However, he’s not letting this piece of Yuu die, he tries again. Except, it’s a different Yuu, Yuuka. The timeline changes just a little, she survives just a bit longer than the other, but she soon succumbs to death. This pattern happens until it’s Game Yuu’s turn. This time, Crowley has decided to create this Yuu, one that’ll survive everything in Twisted Wonderland! One that’ll survive Grim’s Overblot this time around! Maybe for shits and giggles, he forms this one into the image of the very first unknown Yuu. After all, if he just so happens to have something from the previous Yuus, how hard can it be to make life? However, that’s not the only thing that’s changed, he’s changed too. He was probably an actually great dude, but getting too attached to the most unluckiest kid to ever exist has wounded him. So, he tries to keep us busy and away from him. He probably cries seeing our Yuu just living life ignorant of his goal. But sevens forbid he cry, so he acts. All the while he hints at his works, calling himself kind and generous, probably wanting us to remember if possible.

Even if this theory flops like my other hot take, this makes for some hella great Crowley angst. Let the deadbeat crow suffer.

[abyssal-ali]

Knock knock/Who’s th-/-Interrupting Bats

Pairing: Daminette

Rating: M

WC: 0.7k

Summary: Damian was kidnapped and the Bats try to find him.

Rewind: Damian wants to spend time with his girlfriend and the Bats have really bad timing

(note the joke in the title; when do Bats ever knock? yes, I think I'm funny)

 “There’s no sign of Demon Brat since he climbed into the car. No activity on his phone. No leads on the car as of now and he appeared willing to go with the unknown.” Jason strode down the steps to the Batcave, reporting what he knew about Damian’s disappearance an hour ago.

 “Found the car! Parked outside Royal West Condos, in the slot for 32J!” Tim shouted triumphantly from the Batcomputer, where he was searching for leads.

 “Security cams show him with a female –no angle to see ID’ing features– in the lobby and elevator. They are physically close. Maybe she had a gun on him? This angle is too uncertain to tell!”

 Dick tried calling Damian’s phone again. Finally, he answered.

 “What is it?” he snapped.

 “Where are you? Are you okay? Can you talk? Why weren’t you answering anyone?” those in range of the speakerphone asked.

 “I am perfectly alright; there is no need to concern yourself with my whereabouts. I am simply a little tied up, so I cannot respond. I will see you all tomorrow.”

 The call disconnected.

 “Check just to be sure he's alright,” ordered Bruce. “He sounded like he was also on speaker.”

 Red Hood, Spoiler, and Nightwing were deployed to check on their very proficient fighter brother.

 The locked door to 32J was easily picked, but a complex security system needed to be disarmed as well. Clearly, 32J was prepared for invasions.

 Cautiously, the trio of Bats checked the condo, finding no one in the main areas. An impressive first-aid kit and cache of weapons confirmed this was no ordinary civilian's home.

 Only the bedroom remained, and Spoiler quietly opened the door.

 Damian was handcuffed by both wrists to the headboard of the bed, shirtless. A dark-haired woman with her back to them stood over him, tightening the cuffs.

 “There, that should keep you for a while. I swear, the things I have to do to get your attention!”

 She bent over and passionately kissed him.

 Red Hood grimaced but levelled his gun at the woman. “Step away from the bed.”

 She spun around, her hands shooting up.

 Behind her, Damian squeezed his eyes shut– a signal?

 His now-freed hand released his other wrist and he rolled, catching the woman and covering her body with his on the ground.

 “Do not engage!” He shouted, noticing Hood now pointing his gun at the ceiling. “Stop!”

 “Are you okay, Baby Bat?” asked Nightwing worriedly.

 Damian sighed heavily and rolled his eyes hard before extending his hand to the woman. “Peachy. You have horrible timing, though I suppose it could’ve been worse. What part of 'I’m fine, don’t worry, see you tomorrow', do you not understand?”

 “We heard ‘I’m tied up right now’, and when we checked, you were. That woman has a stash of weapons to rival yours and a worryingly large first-aid kit. She handcuffed you to the bed and said 'that should keep you for a while'! Are you drugged?”

 “Do you ever get all the facts before engaging?” asked Damian, exasperated. “It took me less than a minute to get out of both handcuffs, and she knew it. This is my girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, whom I have not been able to pay proper attention to for three weeks because of the Dicelli case and all of your hoverings! And if you’re wondering why you did not know about Marinette sooner– just look at yourselves right now.”

 “Uh…so you weren’t kidnapped or drugged or blackmailed?” Hood was      definitely grinning behind his helmet, and Spoiler's shoulders shook suspiciously.

 “No! Oh kwami, this is so embarrassing. Do not breathe a word of any of this to anyone or I will turn you all into a pile of ash, I swear. Just– just go.” He waved at the door tiredly. “The kit and weapons are mostly mine. The security is so my girlfriend is safe and…goodbye.” He pushed them out of the room and shut the door in their faces, trusting their minuscule detective skills to show them back to the door.

 Damian leaned against it, covered his face in his hands, and groaned loudly.

 Marinette came up behind him, hugging him sympathetically. “At least they didn’t come in any later    .”

 He groaned louder. “I am never going to live this down.”

A/N: on ao3 I have gotten a couple requests/suggestions to write a sequel with damian and mari getting their revenge on their siblings, so keep an eye out;)

[boxofbonesfic]

Money, fame, and fortune was all you wanted. The life of a full time singer was your dream and you may have had to sign a deal with the devil to get it.

Of course Nick Fowler wasn’t the actual devil…

Or so you thought….

Get ready to meet the man that made all your wildest dreams come true.

He’s come to collect. What you may ask?

Stay tuned

aw, hell.

Title: Rewind

Pairing: Devil!Nick Fowler x Innocent!Reader

Wordcount: 1,190

A/N: i really, really enjoyed this one… i actually might turn this into a little drabble series, this was such a fun prompt!!

“You seem like a good girl,” he said, taking a deep drag on the cigar in his hand. It colored his face dark, deep red before it simmered back down to embers as he exhaled, smoke curling out around his steepled fingers. “You sure this is what you want?” 

 You gripped the patent leather handles of your purse so tight your knuckles bled white. 

 “Yes, sir. Mr. Fowler,” you added on the honorific just in case. “Momma’s sick.” You looked down at your lap, where you were twisting the straps of your purse so tight they creaked in your grip. Your mother would have whipped you six ways from Sunday if she knew where you were; down on the south side, in that godforsaken club—

 “Hmm.” The words came with another cloud of acrid smoke that made the air thick and taste like ash and…is that sulphur? He tapped it out on the ash tray, and didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “Lars, why don’t you take sweet pea here to stage three? Let’s see if my new little songbird is worth the money.” 

 “W-what?” Your terrified squeak earned you another low, gravelly laugh. 

 “Think of it as an audition, sweet pea.” He stubbed the cigar out in the tray, steely blue eyes glinting in the low light as he took you in. “Can’t just give away something for nothing.” 

 You needed the money, badly—your mother’s chemo wasn’t paying for itself—but it doesn’t stop the shards of ice from settling against your spine as you follow the big, silent brute back out of Nick Fowler’s office. He was right—good girls didn’t come here, didn’t slide a note to the bartender asking to see the Southside Devil, asking to make a deal.

 But you were a good girl, and you were here now, standing in the empty dressing room while the devil himself waited to see if you were worth the trouble. 

 “Boss says pick a dress,” Lars grunted, pointing a stubby finger at the expansive rack behind you. “And don’t take too long.” You stared at your feet until he left, before edging over to the clothing rack, your fingers trailing nervously over the items hanging there. All brand names—some you had only ever seen on the internet, never in stores. You weren’t stupid—you knew these were costumes, dresses for the…entertainment to wear. 

 And the knowledge only made you more nervous, more tense. It had been your dream to get up on stage, to belt your heart out in front of an adoring audience, though the closest you’d ever gotten was choir at church. Good girls didn’t go to Tarnish, they didn’t croon sultry numbers for men who’d likely catch fire as soon as they set foot in a chapel—but your pride was not worth your mother’s life. She’d already been two weeks without her treatments, your meagre waitress’ salary not enough to cover even both of your most basic needs. 

 It’s that thought that spurred you into action, selecting a shimmering gold number from the back. Most of the dresses were revealing, dipping so low in the front that you wondered how the women who wore them were able to maintain any modesty at all. The one you hold in your hands, at least leaves your breasts covered, though it drops low in the back, stopping just above the curve of your butt. It made your cheeks warm when you looked at yourself in the long mirrors circling the room—you don’t recognize the person staring back at you. 

 You jumped at the sound of the door opening, tripping over the long train of your dress. 

 “Boss is ready for you now.” 

 “I, well, I just—”

 “NOW.”

 Your feet were bare—you hadn’t had time to find a pair of heels that fit you—and the floor was cool beneath your feet as Lars led you through the maze of dark hallways back to the bar. The room was empty, save for Nick sitting in the front, at the center table. Lars pushes you forward and you stumble, hiking up the fabric of your dress enough to walk towards the empty stage. 

 “Oh look at you,” Nick purred as you approached the microphone. His voice was like a physical caress, and it made goosebumps rise on the exposed skin of your arms. “I would say I had no idea you had all that under those pastor-approved sacks,” he winked at you as he lifted the glass in front of him to his lips. “But I’d be lying.”

 You fidgeted under his gaze, your hands twisting in the sparkling gold fabric. “S-sir, I—”

 “Sing.” You took a shaky breath, your hands still balled into sweaty fists. You couldn’t think of anything but church hymns and praises, and your throat so tight the words wouldn’t come out, no matter how you forced them. Nick clucked his tongue at you. 

“What’s wrong, sweet pea?” He asked, draining the rest of the whiskey from his glass. “Stage fright?” The soles of his shiny oxfords tapped eagerly against the hard floor as he pushed chair away from the table and made for the stage. You don’t know what to do as he crossed the stage to stand behind you, your breath catching in your throat at his closeness. 

 “I-I’m s-sorry, I—” You swallowed thickly as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your shoulder. “I just know… church songs.” 

 “Now that won’t do,” his voice was soft, sultry. You were unsure of the hand on your shoulder that slipped down to cradle the small of your back, his palm too warm against your bare skin. “See, this isn’t really the kind of place the church going type likes to frequent.” Hot tears spring to your eyes he cups your ass through the fabric of your borrowed dress.

 “S-sir, I just want t-to work,” you babbled, attempting to flinch away from him. Nick grasped your hip firmly, his other hand snaking around your forearm as he tugged you back against his body. You couldn’t contain the whimper that bubbled past your lips as he ran his nose down the side of your throat. “P-please—”

 “I’ll tell you what, sweet-pea,” he drawled, skimming his hands up and down your sides. “I have a… different offer.” You squeaked when his hand slid up the generous slit in your skirt, tears pricking at your wide eyes. “How would you like it if your mother was never sick?” Fingers move against the seam of your white cotton panties. “In perfect health?” They dip beneath the elastic, and you whine as he parts your lips. “Like it never even happened?”

 The hand on your hip found your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the dress. 

 “I-I-I would give anything,” you stammered. He let out a pleased hum at your response, and you smelled the thick, smokey, scent of sulphur—

 “Anything?” Something hard presses up between the cheeks of your ass, and you make a pained, terrified noise in the back of your throat. “What a good place to start, sweet-pea.” 

fin

[rockislandadultreads]

Cozy Sci-Fi Picks

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.

Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

This is the first volume of the "Monk and Robot" series.

The Humans by Matt Haig

When an extraterrestrial visitor arrives on Earth, his first impressions of the human species are less than positive. Taking the form of Professor Andrew Martin, a leading mathematician at Cambridge University, the visitor wants to complete his task and return home to his planet and a utopian society of immortality and infinite knowledge.

He is disgusted by the way humans look, what they eat, and the wars they witness on the news, and is totally baffled by concepts such as love and family. But as time goes on, he starts to realize there may be more to this weird species than he has been led to believe. He drinks wine, reads Emily Dickinson, listens to Talking Heads, and begins to bond with the family he lives with, in disguise. In picking up the pieces of the professor's shattered personal life, the narrator sees hope and redemption in the humans' imperfections and begins to question the very mission that brought him there - a mission that involves not only thwarting human progress... but murder.

Chilling Effect by Valerie Valdes

Captain Eva Innocente and the crew of La Sirena Negra cruise the galaxy delivering small cargo for even smaller profits. When her sister Mari is kidnapped by The Fridge, a shadowy syndicate that holds people hostage in cryostasis, Eva must undergo a series of unpleasant, dangerous missions to pay the ransom.

But Eva may lose her mind before she can raise the money. The ship’s hold is full of psychic cats, an amorous fish-faced emperor wants her dead after she rejects his advances, and her sweet engineer is giving her a pesky case of feelings. The worse things get, the more she lies, raising suspicions and testing her loyalty to her found family.

To free her sister, Eva will risk everything: her crew, her ship, and the life she’s built on the ashes of her past misdeeds. But when the dominoes start to fall and she finds the real threat is greater than she imagined, she must decide whether to play it cool or burn it all down.

This is the first volume of the "Chilling Effect" series.

The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi

Our protagonist, an unnamed junior at a prestigious university in Kyoto, is on the verge of dropping out. After rebelling against the dictatorial jock president of the film club, he and his worst and only friend, the diabolical creep Ozu, are personas non grata on campus. For two years, our protagonist has made all the wrong decisions, and now he's about to make another mistake. He and Ozu are preparing for revenge - a fireworks attack at the film club's welcoming party for new members. Then, a chance encounter with a self-proclaimed god sets the confused and distraught young man on a new course. Destiny will bring him together with Akashi, the blunt but charming sophomore he has a crush on - if he's brave enough to make a move.

Yet our protagonist cannot get beyond his profound disillusionment and the moment is lost. But what if there's a universe where he did join the club of his dreams, ditched Ozu for good, and was confident enough to get the girl? A realm of possibility opens up for our protagonist as time rewinds, and from the four-and-a-half-mat tatami floor of his dorm room, he is plunged into a series of adventures that will take him to four parallel universes. In each universe, he is given the opportunity to start over as a freshman, in search of a rose-colored campus life.

This is the first volume of the "Tatami Galaxy" series.

[scarletiswailing347]

mtsaafw theory

what if its like a timeloop thing but between two ppl and also video game style where the deuteragonist who already knows what to do saves the protagonist but the protagonist, not wanting to live in a world without the deuteragonist, decides to rewind back to the save slot somehow in order to save the deutoragonist making them repeat the cycle except the other way around this time

reasons:

since its stated that one goes in and one goes out its p likely that one of them is gonna have to kill the other

the fourth wall message thingies being named combine and switch (i will refer to the one in mtsaafw as combine and the one in ftopom as switch)

the other person being nonchalant, seemingly knowing what happens next, seemingly knowing more than they should, and being more in a hurry to solve things compared to the pov character as if they already had a plan in mind despite the fact the pov character doesnt even know whats going on

- ash looking directly at the viewer when looking at the walls, looking at red like he was vivisecting him but at the same time is distant about it, going directly to the light with the gap instead of literally any other light in the room even when theyre closer, telling red to tear the book instead of asking for a paperclip despite the fact that its not really the first thing someone would use regardless of the situation, and easily widening the gap in the ceiling light in mtsaafw - red looking at ash like hed disappear, red immediately tearing the book despite the fact ash just finished asking him for a paperclip, red suggesting ash try the other light, and something about reds eyes not supposed to be seen in ftopom

both deuteragonists also tap out a beat on the table (though only red notes it as familiar even if vaguely)

the protagonist meanwhile suffers from some sort of weakness (ash from starvation, red from light sensitivity and. im not sure what really, his jaw being bound??) which i theorize may be the result of their previous run as the deutoragonist with their death method being what gave them their weakness

also idk how the titles play into this aside from being a meta joke but when combined together they read as "They should add a fifth wall, for their own peace of mind." (other way round works too tbh)

[escapistfictioncomic]

Quick Question:

What are the main characters names and power or is that spoilers? 

Oh this is complicated SIDHCISDF.

So the entire story is based around getting the memories of the characters that the main character accidentally erased back. So uh...

Are the main characters' REAL names spoilers: yes!

Are the main characters' FICTIONAL names spoilers: no!

Each magical girl has an element and a weapon that channels their power! They can choose to either use their element directly, or use their weapon, which affects the way their powers act.

The cast goes as follows

Tamara (Tammy) Pigeonhawk | Volt

Power: Electricity | Weapon: Bow

Tammy is the main character and the only one who still has all of her memories! So this is her real name!

Tammy can summon electricity from anywhere on her body, but she can't throw it. Her bow shoots lightning bolts that are much more powerful than anything she can generate on her own.

Rachel (Rae) | Gale

Power: Air | Weapon: Fan

Rae is Tammy's roommate, so Rachel is her real name! She doesn't remember her last name though.

Rae can summon strong gusts of wind around her, as well as shooting them forward, but it covers a wide area. Rae's fan helps her aim at precise targets and makes the wind stronger.

Joey | Ash

Power: Fire | Weapon: Sword

Joey is nonbinary! They/Them pronouns only for them!

Joey can shoot out jets of fire with variable areas of attack and a high likelyhood of stray flames fanning off and starting fires. Their sword allows them to attack directly without the risk of starting fires. The metal of the sword can also melt through whatever they're trying to cut if it's made of the right material.

Melody | Jade

Power: Earth | Weapon: Sledgehammer

Joey really likes to call her "Mel." Despite acting annoyed when Joey does this, she never actually asks them to stop.

Melody can control the earth, usually by making pillars from the ground. Her sledgehammer allows her to attack faster and more powerfully, but with much less precision.

Nessa | Tide

Power: Water | Weapon: Bladed Rings

She's the only team member who gets multiple weapons. One ring for each hand!

Nessa can summon water and move it freely around her. Her rings allow her to direct the water in much stronger, more destructive ways, but they limit her options of HOW she can use her power.

Gloria | Warp

Power: Time | Weapon: Giant Scissors

Gloria isn't really a major player until book 2, but she IS the catalyst for Tammy accidentally causing the curse.

Her power isn't 100% fleshed out yet, but she summons glyphs that affect whoever she directs them at. Pausing, rewinding, and fast forwarding the target for short bursts. Her scissors allow her to do damage, and can store temporal energy depending on how far she opens them (like the hands of a clock).

Bonus! The main villain of the series Oro!

His bell acts as a way to store the monsters from the series (also known as Spirits) and he can use the bell to imbue a bit of the spirit's powers into his scarf, turning them into various weapons as shown in the attached panel >:3

[wallacepkmnoffical]

"Heya Wallace! Remember me?"

@ask-time-rewind-ash

Yes I do! I believe that we battled once! I also met your friend...May I believe it was? She's doing well I heard.

[ask-time-rewind-ash]

"Alright, I'm ready to come out of my house now! I assuringly told my Mom that I'm fine, and I was just excited for my journey today. She calms down, but was still a little bit worried for me. Mom told me that my Dad, Red Ketchum, was once the Champion of Kanto before disappearing into MT. Silver one day...wait...I HAVE A DAD NAMED RED KETCHUM, AND HE WAS THE CHAMPION OF KANTO!? 👀"

[eliovstheworld]

"Alola! Wow, you're really from Alola?"

@ask-time-rewind-ash

Yeah I’m from alola, but I was born in kanto

[sky-of-ideas]

you. ninjago and witch's heart fan. i am deeply intrigued by your ideas for a witch's heart AU. may i ask, what's up with that? if lloyd is sirius, is wu dorothy? the concept of jay as zizel is hilarious btw. and zane as wilardo because. he will never die (for real, at least).

HIII YES WITCH'S HEART AND NINJAGO FAN HERE. (though I haven't watched anything past s9 yet eheh-)

Okay I wrote a lot of stuff so under the cut it goes!

I'm not planning to really Follow the story of witch's heart? fully? like mostly just give the character witch's heart backgrounds and then see what happens next.

So anyways! One of Kai and Nya's parents (Ray or Maya not sure which of them yet) had the witch's heart thing signed for one reason or another. Then like Claire's parents Kai and Nya's parents got murdered in the execution (ie due to garmadon????? maybe????? still figuring this out) and so they started living with Wu.

And yes, Wu is indeed Dorothy! I haven't given much thought to the Wu Garmadon and Lloyd's part in this au tbh- I should do that. sometime. eheh-

yeah <3 tbh I just started thinking what role Jay could have and I thought "huh. he could be a demon. purebred seems like it fits sure!" I imagine he sees the lives of humans like a tv show or smth I dunno. I want to make his design like a tv game show host inspired by his pre-s4 gameshow host era and stuff

And actually I've kinda swapped around Zane and Cole! Now Cole is Wilardo and Zane is Ashe! It just fit better??? Cole cause Ghost Stuff and Zane I could see pulling off the fake nice thing well :P ....help the more I think the even better it gets lmao-

also did I mention morro is a hater demon who is the one to have a pact with kai!! at least at the moment. unles someone better comes up but I like the idea of Kai and Morro being pact partners- (cause both Nya and Kai have the witch's heart <3 and because kai uses his own heart to rewind time it is Very Painful Actually <3

So umm list of the character roles below!!! :O

Claire - Nya

Sirius - Lloyd

Noel - Kai

Wilardo - Cole

Ashe - Zane

Zizel - Jay

Lime??? / Rouge????? (a hater demon probably) - Morro

and that's??? a lot of what I have so far??? oh wait I still have the sketchy nya and lloyd designs and the jay design concepts. and a snippet already written. um this post is getting so long- well then I added a read more so! art! here ya go, the design concepts I have for Nya and Lloyd (and Kai because it's on the same canvas <3)

[ceadgearst]

along ramble of the flow

I feel like Dutch Schultz rambling on his deathbed

But last time I checked I’m not there yet

But I suppose my brain is one the same plain

Because I’ll write a million lines all the same but different

Nothing consistent

You can rely on that from me in an instant

Admissions of my own welts

When I cry and weep under my pelts

Until the snow melts

But I mix between depressive and expressive

It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so excessive

Successive qualities of mine

I can’t tell the time

My mental illness claims it fine

Sometimes I wish I could rewind

because in the past I feel my time is not my own

Inside this dumbass dome is expected chrome:

Find silver

A message to deliver but he went to the pawn shop

Shit

I’m at my wits end

And when I phone a friend they say “what now this time?”

Nevermind I’m fine

that you for being kind

and that you did remind

why why why I don’t feel comfortable

Or totally capable of being mentally stable

I feel sometimes like I’m trying to keep up a fable

That I can do things when actually I’m unable

Don’t call me disabled

I just don’t understand things that aren’t labeled

What does society expect of me?

I’m actually asking

Because it seems everyone just knows in passing

Outclassing my peers with the amount of beers

Dear to my heart

my tobacco kickstart

this is art I suppose but who the fuck knows?

When I look back it looks like a nativity carved in a severed nose

Art made in the worst possible way

Beautiful as it is but from a horrible place

and space in time

Do you feel the pain in the rhymes

The crimes without names but all the same

Waning on the sane like rain on Venus

Stars in the sky like the space in between us

Far in the why

I understand that I try

for someone for whom I would die

But at the same reason i cry

Because I do so much but i am limited by the design that isn’t mine

The world the way it spins isn’t divine

When the rich men drain it to fill up their wine

I just want what’s mine but I only say it as a whine

Dine and dash because I have no cash

I fill the grave up with ash I won’t last long I don’t think that I am strong like what I smoke out of my bong

I feel like there is something wrong

With the way I hold my tongs sing my songs

There is something long inside me that needs to breathe and be freed before it destroys me completely

That’s exactly the reason I need trauma therapy

Are you there for me?

Through it all

Because sometimes I feel like I stare at a wall

And look for faces in the spaces in the bricks

I throw my gum and it sticks in the dip

A deep exhale of the smoke I rip

Rip

[wordsofrowan]

From Ashes to Embers

Chapter 10 - Love Song at Dawn

I sat on my bed, staring at the Miraculous Box before me. Marveling at it, I could almost feel the magic radiating from inside the box as if feeding my own magic. 

"So... they all live in there?" I asked, my voice filled with awe.

Tikki nodded looking up at me "Yes, Marinette. There is a whole little pocket dimension in there where all the Kwami’s stay, patiently waiting for their chosen holders."

A mix of curiosity and concern washed over me. "They must miss Nooroo and Dusuu so much. I can’t imagine having been surrounded by each other for so long and then losing them like that"

Tikki tried on a hat from my collection, her voice tinged with sadness. "We really do miss them. It’s why we're not supposed to be outside of the Miracle box without holders, so that we are safe, but even then our holders can mistreat us."

My heart ached for Nooroo and Duusu, trapped and being misused by Hawkmoth, Shadow Moth I mentally correct myself. "That must be so difficult for them."

Tikki nodded sympathetically. "Indeed, Marinette. But as long as we have the Miraculous Box, they have a safe place to return to."

My gaze shifted to the box, and I noticed a button on the top. Without thinking, I pressed it, half-expecting nothing to happen. To my surprise, the box started to glow, and a soft click echoed in the room.

In an instant, all the Kwamis burst out from the box, filling the air with their vibrant colors and playful energy. Startled, I fell back onto my bed, my eyes wide with amazement.

"I thought they couldn't escape!" I exclaimed, my voice a mix of excitement and confusion.

Tikki giggled, hovering near my face. "Now that you're the Guardian, Marinette, the box has become an extension of yourself. It's as surprising and unpredictable as you are!"

I watched in wonder as the Kwamis zipped around the room, their joyful antics filling the space. Trixx zoomed around mischievously, Mullo admired her reflection in the mirror, and Sass curled up on the floor next to me.

 All the Kwami’s gather around me and look up at me. “Hey um is it possible for you all to tell me your names and what your powers are?” I asked them all.

"Hello, Marinette," Wayzz spoke first, his voice calm and reassuring. "As the Kwami of Protection, I provide the ability to summon a shield and protect my holder from harm."

"Ah, yes! It's me, Trixx, the mischievous Fox Kwami of Illusions," the orange fox Kwami chimed in. "I have the power to create captivating illusions and mirages, tricking the senses of those who encounter them."

"Hello, Marinette," Pollen buzzed with excitement. "I am the Kwami of Action, and I grant my holder the power of subjection. With my ability called Venom, they can render enemies immobile with its powerful sting."

Sass hissed playfully, his eyes gleaming with intelligence. "I am Sass, the Kwami of Intuition. I enhance my holder's hearing, sensing, and stealth abilities, providing them with valuable insights. Additionally, I have the ability called Second Chance, allowing my holder to briefly rewind time."

"Marinette, I am Kaalki, the Kwami of Migration," the cheerful horse Kwami neighed. "I bestow upon my holder the power of teleportation, enabling them to travel instantaneously to any location they desire."

"And I'm Xuppu, the energetic Monkey Kwami of derision!" the lively Kwami exclaimed with enthusiasm. "I grant the power of derision, enhancing the holder of the Monkey Miraculous with incredible acrobatic skills and agility."

"Hello again, Marinette," Mullo greeted me warmly. "I am the Kwami of Multiplication. My power allows my holder to create clones of themselves, but remember, the more they multiply, the smaller they become."

"Hey there, I'm Ziggy, the Kwami of Passion," the goat Kwami bleated happily. "I empower the wearer with the ability of Genesis, allowing them to bring to life anything they draw."

"I'm Stompp, the steadfast Kwami of Determination!" the sturdy blue ox-like Kwami declared. "I provide my holder with the power of Resistance, making them invulnerable to physical attacks and other superpowers."

"I am Roarr, the Kwami of Elation," the purple tiger Kwami roared proudly. "The wearer of the Tiger Miraculous gains the power of Clout, enabling them to gather immense energy into their fist and unleash a devastating punch."

"My name is Longg, the Kwami of Perfection," the majestic red dragon Kwami stated, exuding wisdom. "I grant my holder the power to command the elements of water, wind, and lightning. By uttering 'water dragon,' 'wind dragon,' or 'lightning dragon,' they can transform into one of these elemental forms."

"I am Barkk, the Kwami of Adoration," the loyal dog Kwami barked cheerfully. "With my power called Fetch, I can teleport any object that I have touched directly into my holder's possession."

"I am Orikko, the Kwami of Pretension," the confident rooster Kwami announced. "Through my power of Sublimation, I can bestow any superpower upon the user, as long as it remains within reason. However, I cannot grant a power that already belongs to another Kwami or one that disrupts another Kwami's power."

"I'm Daizzi, the Kwami of Jubilation," the cheerful Kwami exclaimed, radiating happiness. "My power is Gift, which allows the person receiving the gift to witness their deepest desires and experience immense joy from it."

"And of course, you already know me," Fluff purred with familiarity. "We've met countless times before, and our paths will continue to cross on many more times yet to be seen."

Wayzz floated closer to me. "It is a sacred duty, Marinette, but one that you are more than capable of fulfilling. We believe in you, just as we believed in Master Fu before you."

I nodded, determination shining in my eyes. "Together, we'll make a difference. We'll protect Paris, uphold justice, and bring hope to those in need. I promise to do my best, and to bring Nooroo and Dusuu home to you." The Kwamis cheered and flew around me, expressing their support and belief in me. I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and love for these magical beings. With their guidance and the bonds I had formed with them, I knew that I was ready to embrace my role as Guardian wholeheartedly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my computer light up with an incoming call from Alya. "Okay, all of you back in the box!" I quickly rushed to answer the video call on my laptop as the Kwamis hurriedly flew back into the Miraculous box on my bed.

"Hey Alya, what's going on?" I greeted her over the phone, stealing glances at the box to make sure everything was in order.

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to see if you were free today," Alya replied, her voice filled with curiosity. I could see the other girls standing behind her, their expressions expectant.

"Um, today's not really a good day. I'm actually working on something," I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant while my mind raced with thoughts of the Kwamis.

"Marinette, you're acting even weirder than usual," Alya remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I... uh... I'm just a little anxious about this new project I'm working on," I managed to explain, hoping my excuse would suffice.

"Maybe you should get some fresh air," Mylene chimed in, concern evident in her voice. "You look overwhelmed."

"Wait a minute," Alya interrupted, counting off on her fingers. "Awkward gesturing, ridiculous babbling, weird excuses, clumsiness overload... Is Adrien there?!"

"What? No! Of course not—Luka?!" I blurted out as I noticed my phone ringing. "Gotta go, bye!" I quickly ended the call with the girls and picked up Luka's call.

"Hey, Luka. What's going on?" I asked, trying to catch my breath.

"Nothing much, just calling to see if you're ready," Luka replied calmly.

"Ready? Ready for wha—Oh no, what time is it—Oh, no, it's much later than I thought! I'll be down in just a minute, Luka!" I exclaimed in a panic. Hastily, I grabbed the Miraculous box and carefully placed it back into the hidden compartment I had created in my drawer. "Okay, you all better behave, okay?" The Kwamis nodded, understanding the importance of staying hidden, as I closed the drawer.

Hurrying towards the neatly arranged clothes on my bed, I swiftly shed my cozy pajamas and slipped into the white eyelet sundress. The soft fabric caressed my skin, exuding an air of elegance and confidence. Giving a twirl before the mirror, a genuine smile graced my lips as I marveled at how perfectly the dress hugged my figure.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I carefully pulled on a pair of white lace stockings, relishing in the heavenly sensation of their delicate fabric against my legs. My gaze shifted to the shoe collection, where a pair of white criss-cross espadrille sandals beckoned me. It struck me that ever since I made the conscious decision to move on from Adrien, my once notorious clumsiness had waned, and a sense of pride washed over me.

Turning towards my vanity table, my eyes fell upon my cherished jewelry collection. I selected a simple rose-gold heart necklace adorned with my initials, a subtle expression of self-love. To honor my superhero identity, I added a delicate anklet featuring a ladybug charm. The gentle jingle of my parents' gift, a charm bracelet, served as a reminder of their unwavering support. Finally, I draped the cropped pink knit cardigan over my shoulders, reveling in its soft and cozy charm.

Grabbing my trusty pink heart-shaped handbag, I carefully arranged it over my shoulder, motioning for Tikki to find comfort inside. With each step, I could feel a renewed sense of confidence and determination flowing through me. It was time to embrace the world with a heart full of love and the resolve to create my own happiness

With my outfit complete and my heart pounding with excitement, I took a deep breath and headed out, ready to embark on a thrilling adventure with Luka by my side.

“Oh, Marinette you look so beautiful!” Maman says as she looks at me and I smile. “But I thought your date with Luka was supposed to be yesterday?” 

“It was but I had gotten caught up with some schoolwork. The past week since coming back from New York has been so hectic!” 

“Yeah, plus it’s the last screening we can’t miss it,” Luka said.

“Come on it’s Jagged Stone's first movie of course we have to see it!” I said smiling up at Luka. 

“ I can't believe they're showing it again! It was so silly when it came out 15 years ago, it can't be any better now,” Tom said looking at us. 

“Oh honey, it was his first movie. Think about your first baguette, it was pretty bad, too.” Sabine said looking at Tom. 

“Sure the movie's a bit mindless, but Marinette and I love him so much that we swore we'd see it together,” Luka said as he held his hand out for me. 

I grabbed his hand in mine, “Come on let’s go! We don’t want to miss the previews!” 

Once inside the movie theater, Luka and I decided to make their movie date a little more interesting. We played a game we often played together, where we have to complete the lyrics in Jagged Stone's songs.

Luka, with a mischievous smile, started off, singing, "You are?..." My eyes lit up with excitement as I quickly entered the theater with him. "You are?...”

“Is it 'you are the popcorn of my life'?" I guessed, hoping to earn the first point.

Luka shook his head and handed their tickets over the counter. "Nope, it was 'the donut of my life'," he clarified. 

My face fell and then lit up with realization. "Of course! 'The donut', featured on the 'Candy Apple' album! His food phase is my favorite! Two points for you," I conceded, acknowledging Luka's correct answer.

As they made their way to the snack bar, Luka ordered two orange juices and one large popcorn, preparing for the movie ahead. I took a moment to think of another lyric, determined to catch up. "I gave up everything..." I began, waiting for Luka to finish.

"... but my dreams!" Luka completed the lyrics smoothly. I beamed, giving him another point. The game continued as we found our seats, our friendly competition adding an extra layer of fun to their date.

I came up with another line from Jagged Stone's repertoire. "My guitar..." I trailed off, testing Luka's knowledge.

"... is my only family," Luka finished confidently. I was impressed by his quick response. "Whoa, twenty points to twelve. Luka Couffaine, you're officially Jagged Stone's number-one fan!" I exclaimed playfully. However, a wave of nervousness washed over me as I realized it was her turn to offer a prize.

I pulled a small pink box from my purse and presented it to Luka. "And uh... You win a prize," I said, my voice slightly shaky. Luka's eyes lit up with curiosity as he accepted the gift and opened it. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, his excitement evident.

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "Jagged came by the bakery the other day, so I asked him to sign it for you," I explained. Luka's gratitude shone through his smile, appreciating the thoughtful gesture.

Luka, ever the fair player, reciprocated the gesture. "The rules are clear, Marinette. This gift entitles you to a second round," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was my turn again.

"Under the moonlight, by the sea..." Luka prompted, waiting for her to complete the lyrics. Marinette's mind raced, searching for the right answer. 

"Under the moonlight, by the sea... Oh, it's on the tip of my tongue!" I exclaimed, my excitement growing. Suddenly, it clicked. "I know! His very first song! 'Under the moonlight, by the sea, KISS ME!'" I blurted out, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

As the theatergoers around us turned their heads, confused by my sudden outburst, I couldn't help but giggle nervously, feeling a little embarrassed by the attention. Luka, unfazed, looked at me with a playful expression. "Okay, I mean, if you want to," he responded, teasingly. I blushed and chuckled, realizing my impulsive response.

As the movie started and the theater lights dimmed Luka and I found ourselves settling into our seats, ready to enjoy the film together. The tension from my earlier embarrassment melted away, replaced by a warm sense of comfort in Luka's presence. We exchanged smiles, silently acknowledging the playful banter that had brought us even closer.

As the movie played on the big screen, we found ourselves stealing glances at each other during the funny moments, sharing quiet laughter that only deepened the connection between us. Luka's arm brushed against mine, sending a gentle shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of affection for him.

In the darkness of the theater, the characters on the screen took us on a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was the stolen glances and the unspoken understanding between Luka and me that made the experience truly special. Our shared love for music and our playful game had brought us here, and I couldn't have asked for a better companion.

As the movie reached its climax, my hand found its way to Luka's, intertwining our fingers in a gesture that spoke volumes. At that moment, the world outside the theater ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us, connected by the magic of the silver screen and the budding feelings in our hearts.

As the credits rolled and the lights slowly came back on, Luka turned to me, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Thank you, Marinette," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the sounds of people starting to leave the theater. "This has been an amazing night."

I smiled at him, feeling a rush of happiness and contentment. "No, Luka, thank you," I replied softly. "For reminding me how to let go and enjoy the moment."

As Luka and I walked outside, enjoying the afterglow of our movie date, a sudden rumble shook the ground beneath us. The peaceful atmosphere shattered, replaced by a wave of panic as people around us started running in all directions. In the chaos that ensued, Luka and I were separated, lost in the sea of frightened faces.

My heart raced as I realized the urgency of the situation. With determination fueling my every step, I swiftly moved to a nearby secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath, I called out my transformation phrase. In a flash of light, my outfit changed into my Ladybug suit. 

I gracefully swung through the Parisian sky, my trusty yoyo propelling me toward the Montparnasse Tower. From this elevated vantage point, I surveyed the area, ever watchful for any signs of trouble. 

As I landed deftly on the rooftop of the tower, my eyes caught a familiar figure in the distance. It was Mr. Pigeon, his flock of akumatized pigeons causing chaos down below. Determined to protect the city and its people, I prepared myself to face this feathery menace.

Before confronting the villain, I heard a beep from my yoyo altering me to a message left on it. 

"Hey you, Bugaboo!" Chat Noir's playful tone filled my ears. "Well, here I am, your faithful companion at our rendezvous point just like always. It's time for our daily patrol, I hope you haven't forgotten!" His voice carried a hint of enthusiasm, reminding me of our shared mission to protect the city.

Lost in the voicemail, I failed to notice ChatNoir sneaking up behind me. Startled by his sudden appearance, my instincts kicked in, and I grabbed his wrist and flung his body, unintentionally propelling him away from me.  Realizing my mistake, I swiftly reacted, using my yoyo to catch ChatNoir's leg, preventing him from falling further. With an alarmed cry, ChatNoir crashed into the window of the tower, leaving a visible crack on its surface.

Inside the building, a woman's conversation came to an abrupt halt, interrupted by the unexpected intrusion. “Can you stop it with the practical jokes I could have seriously hurt you, Chat Noir

With careful precision, I reeled him in, ensuring his safety. Despite the situation, ChatNoir maintained his trademark charm and teased, "M'lady, the only thing that really hurts me is when you make me go on patrol by myself. I even missed your little angry pout."

Unable to suppress a chuckle, I appreciated his lightheartedness in the face of our mishap. "Sorry, Kitty Cat," I admitted, my voice tinged with genuine remorse. "I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment."

Extending a helping hand, I assured him, "But I promise, I won't ever forget our patrols again." Chat Noir responded with a mischievous wink, his eyes sparkling with unwavering determination. Despite the challenges that lay before us, his enthusiasm remained undeterred, radiating an infectious energy that lifted my spirits. With a shared glance, we knew that it was time to join forces once more, united in our mission to protect Paris from the clutches of evil.

As we faced off against the notorious Mr. Pigeon, his malevolent gaze fixed upon us, I felt a surge of confidence knowing that Chat Noir had my back. Together, we moved with synchronicity, our movements a graceful dance as we outmaneuvered our feathered foe.

Chat Noir's agile strikes and clever quips kept the atmosphere light, infusing our battle with a sense of camaraderie and unity. With each strategic move and daring leap, we worked as a seamless team, never missing a beat. Our connection, forged through countless battles and shared experiences, fueled our determination to protect the city we held dear.

In a flurry of yoyos and claws, we swiftly subdued Mr. Pigeon, his defeat a testament to the power of our unwavering bond. With a final burst of light, the akuma fluttered away, leaving behind a sense of tranquility in its wake. As we stood side by side, victorious, the city's heartbeat pulsed with gratitude.

With a warm smile and a sense of accomplishment, Chat Noir extended a gloved fist towards me. Without hesitation, I reached out and bumped my fist against his. "Pound it!" we said in unison, sealing our victory with a gesture of unity and friendship.

As we prepared to part ways and return to our civilian lives, I couldn't shake the lingering excitement from the battle. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to make things right. With newfound resolve, I set out on a mission of my own—to find Luka.

Navigating the bustling streets of Paris, my heart raced with a mixture of relief and anticipation. I had finally found Luka, my anchor amidst the chaos. As I approached, his familiar blue and black hair caught my eye, and a smile tugged at my lips. "OMG Luka, you wouldn't believe it," I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. "I got turned into one of Mr. Pigeon's pigeons! It was so weird!"

Relief washed over Luka's face as he pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank God you're safe, Marinette," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I'm sorry, Luka," I said, my voice tinged with regret. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Luka's grip tightened, his arms providing a comforting reassurance. "I'm always going to worry about you, Ma-ma-Marinette," he teased, his playful stutter melting away any lingering tension between us. We shared a laugh, the sound echoing through the busy Parisian streets.

"Tell me about New York," Luka urged, his eyes filled with curiosity and genuine interest.

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts and began sharing the whirlwind of my adventures in the Big Apple with Luka. "For the most part, it was a lot of fun," I started, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Although there were a few moments where Alya couldn't resist trying to play matchmaker between me and Adrien."

As I continued, recounting the near-death experience and the heroic intervention of Sparrow and Uncanny Valley, Luka's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, Sparrow and Uncanny Valley? They sound really cool," he remarked, his genuine interest shining through.

"Yeah, they're amazing," I replied, my voice filled with admiration. "They saved me when an Akumatized techno-pirate stormed into the museum, attempting to steal some historical artifact. It turned out that it was all part of a plan orchestrated by Aeon and Jess, the two New Yorkers we met while we were there. It was quite the twist!"

As I spoke, Luka's expression shifted, his gaze softening with understanding and empathy. I could see his unwavering support and the depth of his love for me reflected in his eyes. It brought me a sense of comfort and reassurance.

"And then like I said there were the Moments where Alya tried getting me with Adrien," I continued, my voice tinged with guilt.  "On our first night in New York, we stumbled upon a magical hot dog stand. There were only two hot dogs left, and Nino and Alya broke one in half for them to share. Then they split the other one and Adrien and I ended up sharing the other one, which led to us floating in the air,"

Luka's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his lips curling into a playful smile. "Floating in the air? That sounds like something out of a fairy tale," he said raising an eyebrow in the air.

A twinge of guilt washed over me as I recalled the dance at the party, with Adrien holding me tightly as we swayed to the music. "I tried to resist, Luka," I confessed, my voice filled with remorse. "But I was floating in the air, and Adrien asked me to dance. I couldn't escape his grasp. I felt guilty about it afterward."

Luka's expression softened even further, his understanding gaze enveloping me in warmth and reassurance. "Marinette, you have nothing to apologize for," he reassured me, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You were caught in a peculiar situation, and I trust you completely. Besides, it sounds like an unforgettable experience."

His words touched my heart, lifting the weight of guilt that had burdened me. At that moment, I realized just how lucky I was to have someone like Luka by my side. His unwavering support, understanding, and unconditional love were truly remarkable. "I wish it was with you and not some half-brained scheme to get me with Adrien, I mean sure Alya and Nino couldn't have known we'd float up in the air but they're the ones who made us share the hot dog."

XoXo Rowan