#Give me sass give me love give me royal idiots

[rafesfavgirl]

gurl i neeed a part 2 of stop asking me to stay, that broke me😭😭😭

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i don't regret a thing — r. cameron

part 1.

❝ we're not the only ones,  i don't regret a thing every word i've said, you know i'll always mean ❞

pairing: ex-bf!rafe x fem!reader

context: you and rafe have been dating for seven months, and while the relationship started it out well, as soon as the honeymoon phase ended (about 3 months in), everything went to shit. you've been trying to put up with it, knowing the situation with ward, but tonight, you realize you've had enough.

words: 2.4k+

warnings: swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of drug use, mainly fluff, a little angst, might still make you cry. rafe being an absolute simp for you, basically.

rafe wakes up the next morning, faced-down on topper's living room couch with almost no recollection of what happened the night before. except one thing—you'd finally walked away from him.

"not enough to choose me. you give in every time." your words echo in his head, as he opens his eyes.

fuck. what did he do?

"good morning sunshine," kelce comes down the stairs and greets rafe, who looked as if he couldn't move from the couch. "you sleep well?"

"i slept like shit," rafe groans, finally sitting himself up. "what the hell happened last night?"

"you mean other than you getting coked out and royally screwing things over with y/n?" kelce sasses him. "not much bro."

rafe shoots him a glare. "i did not royally screw things over with y/n."

"are you sure about that?" kelce raises a brow at him. "cause i had to drive her home last night crying, bro."

rafe's ear perk up at kelce's confession of you crying over him. you wouldn't have. you were the one who broke up with him.

"she was crying?" rafe asks.

"do you seriously even have to ask?" kelce replies. "i can't even count on two hands how many times you've made her cry the last few months."

no, that couldn't be true. surely he hadn't made you cry that often.

"shut the fuck up kelce," rafe gets up from the couch in complete denial of how shitty he's treated you the last few months and makes his way over to the kitchen.

rafe opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, while kelce joins him in the kitchen.

"you know it's true," kelce says, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. "you just never see it, because she won't let you."

was he right?

"you know how y/n is, bro," kelce adds, as i take a sip of water. "she'll never let you know you're hurting her, because you fear nothing more than being the cause of her pain and losing her. but she's also not going to beg and cry for you to stay and fight for her."

i did know that. that's what i loved about her. she didn't necessarily play hard to get when i tried asking her out on a date after months of texting, but she didn't give in too easily either. she wanted me to prove i was serious about her before giving me a real chance. she knew her worth.

i recap the bottle i'm drinking from and set it down on the counter beside me, my eyes focused on kelce. "so what should i do?"

kelce holds his hands up. "if you don't know by now, i can't help you."

—

rafe wasn't an idiot. he knew what he had to do.

so, after going home and taking a shower to freshen up and get a change of clothes, he drove to the flower shop in town to get you a bouquet of lavender and baby's breath, then nothing bundt cakes to get your favorite treat—a white chocolate raspberry bundt cake—and finally, your house.

once he parked his truck in front of your house and got out, he went through his usual routine of rounding around to your backyard, where he moved the ladder the gardeners used towards your bedroom window.

he climbed up and knocked, balancing the flowers and bundt cake in one hand.

you were sitting in bed watching after we fell on your laptop with a box of tissues beside you and puffy, red eyes when you hear the knock on your window.

without even thinking about it, you already knew who it was. this was just what he did. and against your better judgment, you got up from your bed, and walked over to pull the curtains open and find rafe outside with a regretful look on his face, a bouquet of flowers and a small box of your favorite treat.

slowly, but surely, you unlock the window and pull it up.

"i'm sorry," he speaks before you can, and you scoff.

"you know, i'm getting real sick of hearing you say that," you reply, turning around to walk away and reposition yourself back on your bed, while he slips in through your window.

"i got you flowers," he offers you a small smile and holds both items out to you. "and your favorite bundt cake. white chocolate raspberry."

your eyes shift from the gifts in his hand to his piercing blue eyes. they were no longer dark like they were last night, but there was a sense of uncertainty in them. like he wasn't sure he could win you back.

"so what? am i suppose to just forgive you? just like that?" you retort.

he lets out a sigh, and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, placing both items down on your bed next to your box of tissues. he finally gets a good look at you—from the messy bun on your head, to the bags under your eyes from barely getting any sleep last night, to your red, puffy eyes—and realizes just how badly he's messed up this time.

"i should've just fucked all those other girls. at least they know how to have fun." he still couldn't believe he said those words to you last night.

"i don't deserve your forgiveness," he admits. "i know that. but i want it, y/n. and i'm willing to work for it."

while those words were music to your ears, you were apprehensive. he apologizes every time. and while things do change for a while, they're never permanent. and a week or two from now, you'd be back in this same situation again. was that really worth it?

"i know i don't deserve any more chances," he continues, his eyes only focused on yours. "but i promise… i promise just give me one more and you won't regret it."

your eyes shift between his. he looked a little… scared? was he really that afraid to lose you?

"i don't know, rafe," you say honestly, shifting a little. "you've hurt me so bad… i don't know if i can take you doing it one more time."

"i'm not going to," he immediately shakes his head and reaches out to take your hands in his, fiddling with your fingers and glancing down at them. "please, baby, please. just let me show you i'm the guy for you. that i can be the guy you need and want me to be."

"how?"

"you'll give me a chance?" he asks, his eyes lighting up at the idea of being given another chance to win you back. 

despite your brain screaming at you not to, your heart wins over and you nod. you couldn't help it. every part of you yearned for him. and if he was willing to show you that he really could be the guy you knew he was—the guy you fell in love with—then maybe it would be worth it.

"wear something nice," he says. "i'll come back to pick you up at seven."

—

at exactly seven on the dot, you hear rafe park his car in front of your house, and look out your bedroom window to see him dressed in skinny black slacks and a long sleeve, white button down carrying a bouquet of red roses as he walked towards your driveway and front door.

you can't help the small smile that forms on your face as you hurry to strap your heels on and look at yourself in the mirror one more time, before grabbing your purse off your vanity and heading down the stairs.

"where are you heading off to?" your mom asks when you pass by the living room, all dressed up.

"date with rafe," you reply, walking towards the front door.

your parents had never been rafe's biggest fan—they weren't exactly unaware of how often he's made you cry the last couple of months—but they also knew they couldn't stop you from dating whoever you wanted, so they never fought you on it, and you were grateful for that. it was comforting to know they'd support you no matter what happened.

taking a deep breath, you place your hand on the doorknob, and finally open the door when the bell rings.

rafe's eyes instantly widen at the sight of you, his eyes trailing down your body wrapped in a tight, short, satin red dress. "wow," he gasps. "you- you look…"

your cheeks redden at his loss of words. "you don't clean up too bad yourself, cameron."

he smiles at your use of his last name as a nickname, and holds the red roses in his hand out to you. "these are for you."

"you already got me flowers this morning, you know," you joke, taking the bouquet from him. your mom was gonna be pleased to know rafe was back to filling up all her flower vases.

"i know, but…" he trails off. "you deserve the best."

the blush on your cheeks deepen at his words. "give me a second," you turn to walk back towards the living room, and set the bouquet down on the coffee table in front of your parents. "don't wait up."

they don't even get a word in before you're walking away again to join rafe outside.

"shall we?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes, as you closed the door behind you.

"just… one more thing," a sly smile comes across his lips, as he reaches into his back pocket to pull out a black blindfold.

you stare at it, your mouth agape. "you're kidding, right?"

he shrugs, "i want it to be a surprise."

you groan, but give in anyway. "fine. but if i trip in these heels because i can't see where i'm going, consider us broken up for good."

he laughs at the threat, even though a part of him was afraid you still wouldn't forgive him after tonight. "you know i won't let that happen. turn around."

you do as he says, and he ties the blindfold around your eyes, before taking your hand in his and leading you down the driveway towards his car parked up on the curb. he opens the door for you, and carefully helps you into the passenger seat, before closing the door and rounding the car to get in the driver's seat.

the second the engine comes on, your romantic taylor swift playlist plays through the car's speakers.

"you didn't," you say. he would always complain when you had aux because she was all you'd ever play.

"i guess she's not too bad," rafe shrugs, chuckling as you began singing along to the lyrics of wildest dreams.

rafe continued driving through the island for another ten or fifteen minutes, before he finally pulled the car to a stop in front of his family's beach house on the edge of figure eight, completely secluded from everything else.

he gets out of the car first, and helps you out, taking your hand in his to lead you through the house and out to the back porch.

"are you ready?" he leans in towards your ear, and goosebumps rise along your skin at his proximity.

you nod, and he reaches his hands up to the back of your head to untie the blindfold.

it takes a little while for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, a feeling of warmness fills your heart at the sight in front of you.

red rose petals were scattered in the sand of the private beach, along with fairy lights, a candlelit table for two set up in the center of it all, as acoustic instrumentals of taylor's best love songs played through the speaker situated on the porch.

"you like it?" he asked.

you turn your head to look at him. "rafe, i… it's perfect."

"that's what i was going for," he shrugs smugly, and nods his head towards the set up. "come on."

you both remove your shoes, before he takes your hand in his again and leads you down the back porch to the table in the middle of the beach.

"i can't believe you did this for me," you say, as he pulls a chair out for you to sit in.

"i'd do anything for you," he smiles, taking the seat across from you once you're seated.

—

after a three course dinner and a bottle of wine, which was all served to the both of you by a waiter that rafe hired from the country club, the night slowly came to an end, an endless amount of stars filling the night sky above you.

but while you were focused on the stars, rafe was focused on you.

"god, you're beautiful," he says, causing you to look at him now.

you chuckle, "shut up."

"no, i'm fucking serious," he replied, standing up from his seat.

you watched him carefully as he walked over to you, and held a hand out.

you glance at his hand and tilt your head up at him, "what are you doing?"

"dance with me," he says.

"you're asking me to dance?" you raise a brow at him.

"mhm," he nods. "you gonna say yes?"

"well how can i say no?" you reply, a small smile forming on your lips as you put your hand in his.

he leads you a few feet away from the table, and rests a firm hand on your waist, as you trail a hand up to his shoulder.

he locks his eyes with yours as you both begin swaying to taylor's timeless, and scans your face.

"what?"

he shakes his head, "i don't deserve you..."

"rafe…"

"but i'm gonna do everything i can to make sure i become the kind of guy who does," he cuts me off. "i want to be better, y/n. not only for you, but for myself too."

you smile, and pull him closer, your hand snaking to the back of his head.

"i'm sorry for being such an ass the last few months," he says, and you close my eyes, taking the moment in as he continues. "i know i haven't deserved all the chances you've given me, but i'm not gonna disappoint you again. i want to be the guy you think i am."

you pull away, just enough to have your eyes lock with his.

"you are that guy, rafe," you tell him, and you mean it. "you just need to let him show more."

he smiles, "you're pretty damn amazing, you know that?"

"so i've been told," you shrug jokingly.

he chuckles. "i love you, y/n."

"i love you too."

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[spennsrs]

spencer agnew x reader

reader is a new intern/assistant for the games department and her and spencer kinda hit it off

possible slow burn

spencer content <3 love you

↳˳;; ❝ fuckin' nerd ༊*·˚

here we go spencer nation this is for you and erm its somewhat slowburn ig.... no confirmation of relationship so yas... reader referred to using they/them <3

first day jitters fuckin' sucked. [y/n] could attest to that.

they rub their hands on the front of their jeans, the material somewhat grounding them as they stare at the office building... okay, technically it wasn't their first day, they had been there yesterday to set their desk up and get somewhat acquainted with the games side of the office. they met alex tran, jacqi, even vida!

but a specific glasses wearing, kickstart drinkin' idiot (alex tran's words) wasn't there. spencer agnew.. or their boss, essentially.

[y/n] didn't know why they were so nervous. it's not like spencer was a scary guy, per say... maybe he was. shaking their head, [y/n] enters the building with a semi-confident grin on their face, entering the lobby... only to be met with another body. well.. more like colliding.

"oh shit, i'm sorry dude-" "my bad-"

[y/n] collects themself as they brush off their clothes, before looking up to an average height male with curly dark hair and round glasses framing his eyes. he was... cute, in a... kind of dorky, awkward nerdy best friend in some mediocre coming of age novel. they find themself staring and quickly before they start to talk.

"you okay? we bumped pretty hard into each other... usually, i'm paying way more attention, i guess, i'm so sorry-" "hey.. you're that new intern, right? holy shit, you are. [y/n], right? what a first impression... i'm spencer by the way."

fuck. shit. fuckin' shit. of course this was their boss. they just ran into their boss, on their second first day...

"uhm... yeah. i'm [y/n], the one and only, heh. listen, i feel terrible for what i did, i can make it up to you! buy you a coffee, extra work, whatever you need, i'm willing."

their words were met with silence from spencer, and for a brief moment, they thought they fucked up royally. completely. fired on the spot.

"first meeting, an you're already asking me on a date? bold moves, [y/n], but i'm not that easily swayed." spencer's lips tug into a toothy grin, a grin that holds a teasing and chaff, a grin that promises lots of fun jokes at work, a grin that promised to keep them on their toes, to keep their heart fluttering-

[y/n] can't help but snort with a raised brow, determined to give back the same sass. if this is what it was like working here, they could get used to this place. "in your dreams, boss man. workplace relationships never work out anyway." they snap back with a laugh, which makes spencer mirror the action.

"fair enough, fair enough. i'm just pulling your chain, welcome to smosh games. i think we'll get along just fine."

[y/n] likes to agree with that statement.

only a week of working at smosh, and [y/n] was finding the place to be a second home of sorts.

alex t had quickly climbed the ranks of becoming [y/n]'s favorite person, almost like a brother figure of sorts to the newer employee. on the other end of that, spencer had grown to be [y/n]'s biggest enemy, bully, and pin in their ass.

in a loving way, of course.

the two of them would bounce off each other's energy, and could bicker for hours, and had even developed a bit of a joking beef in the office. this also led to a little.. club of sorts, smosh employees who were banking on spencer and [y/n] eventually ending up together. even mythical employees were in on this, thanks to trevor. (who would've known rhett and link would be the fan club's number one members)

of course, this had led to some unspoken feelings, at least on spencer's side of things. he refused to say a thing, workplace relationships and h.r and all that jazz or whatever. he also didn't want to seem creepy as their boss having a crush on one of the interns. the only person who actively knew about spencer's little... predicament was alex t, which kind of sucks considering how close alex was to [y/n]. so, all in all, he was fucked.

lost in his own thoughts, spencer made his way to the office kitchen to grab another kickstart when he notices [y/n] fiddling with... well, he couldn't give a shit. what mattered was [y/n] was here. he runs a hand through his hair as he approaches them from behind, a wicked grin on his lips before he gently pokes their side. the other's body jolts and spencer catches how their eyes go wide like saucers, before spinning to glare at spencer. he could tell the glare wasn't angry or upset really, but also the bubbling laugh kinda gave them away.

"hey, [y/n], whatcha doin'? anything interesting?"

the other scoffs and turns back to what they were doing, which spencer can actually see is them fixing their lunch as [y/n] releases a dramatic sigh. "i was peacefully making lunch, but now the duke of chaos himself is here."

"duke of chaos? i'm the god of chaos, thank you very much, goddess of idiocy." that earned him another friendly glare over the shoulder. this is what he adored about them. sure, they were really cute, and their laugh was like... the most beautiful song he's heard, and their hands were nice and soft and fit right in his perfectly-

spence, stop getting carried away.. right.

he adored [y/n] because they knew how to joke, how to have a laugh, to keep up with his rather snarky little comments. he really valued that in a friend or a partner, but for some reason.. playful bullying looked really good especially on [y/n]. well... [y/n]'s specific hair color looked good on them as well... and that new top - he knew it was new because maybe he overheard them talking to chanse about it - fit them perfectly, and their eye color fit them perfectly-

"anyone home in there? this is ground control to spencer agnew, do you copy?" .... oh shit, they had been talking. he stared at them with wide eyes, swallowing thickly. he felt something akin to a blush creeping up his neck to settle on his cheeks, and he knew they could see it based on the sly smirk that played onto their lips. "you're lucky it's me you're staring, y'know. think about that next time you gawk at women while zoning out."

"i wasn't-.. shut up, i wasn't gawking!" he definitely was gawking.

"you stupid fuckin' nerd. come on, we have a meeting to get to."

spencer could live with this, keeping the pretty intern a daydream away so they could keep a good work friendship with their inside jokes and their movie nights they'll end up having, spencer sharing his love for kickstarts with [y/n] who will complain but drink them anyway... as long as they were in his life, he didn't quite care what they were, or what other people thought of them. he couldn't care less if he gave his feelings away in the fleeting touches when they returned a pen they borrowed and how he made it linger, or how he stared at them like they hung the stars in the sky just for him... he didn't need a picture perfect movie ending...

all that mattered was he was their stupid fuckin' nerd, where they liked (or knew) it or not.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined. Part 2

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You had been Regulus’ friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.  

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

Song in Chapter: King of Wishful Thinking by Go West 

Link to Part 1 

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I'll get over you, I know I will. I'll pretend my ship's not sinking and I'll tell myself I'm over you. 'Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.

Your eyes snapped open as the song on the radio began to register in your sleep-deprived mind. Groaning, you sat up and threw a shoe at the radio knocking it off of your chest of drawers. Anything about being “the queen of wishful thinking” made you want to barf.

It had been several weeks since the night at the pub and you were no closer to getting over Regulus than you were on day one. Every day seemed to be the same, emotionally. You would wake up, cry a little, get mad at yourself for being sad (because you were right and he was wrong), then get up and force yourself to put on a happy face.

Regulus wasn’t helping any matters by sending you letters every single day. He had sent you the emerald bracelet that you returned several times before you finally gave up and just kept it. When it came to the letters, you just gave them to Sirius to do whatever he wanted with them.

Sirius

You were more thankful than ever for your friendship with the elder Black brother. He was always a willing ear when you needed to rant. Sirius also took extra care to not tell Remus anything about the true nature of your relationship with Regulus. For all that Remus knew, in your mind, was your friendship with Regulus had ended and you were being a royal grouch about it.

Sighing, your mind went to the previous night when you were once again raging about Regulus to Sirius.

“I’m a real idiot, Sirius. I go around throwing away perfectly good boyfriends. Well, I don’t know if he considered himself my boyfriend but god damn it…Regulus is such a freaking jerk!”

Sirius sat on the couch watching.

“You’re still wearing his ring.”

You looked down at your hand. The ring that Regulus had given you years ago was still sitting proudly on your finger.

“I know that I am! I am a mess, Sirius. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. All I want to do is cry. You know me, I’m not a crier! I can handle a crisis!”

Sirius smirked.

“A trait that you share with your brother so well…look, love, just because you love him doesn’t mean he’s good for you…hey look at me being the responsible one. Normally that’s your brother's job”

You groaned dramatically before sitting down.

“I know you are right but I don’t want to accept it. I am having a shit time at just throwing away a ten-year friendship and slight love affair. Why wasn’t I good enough for Regulus to fight for? Why couldn’t he say no to your family’s psycho ways and fight for me? Am I not…”

Sirius held a hand up.

“I’m just going to stop you right there, Y/n. You are more than good enough! You have always been good enough! Personally, I think that you are too good for the bum. Now come with me, we are going to do something. I want no complaining.”

You reluctantly followed Sirius into your bedroom. He led you to your full-sized mirror and put you in front of it.

“Now I want you to stand here, look at yourself, and tell me some of your best qualities.”

You gave your friend a frown only to earn a slap to the behind.

“I’m your best friend. I can do that…now get going, sugar bean.”

You sighed and looked at your reflection for a moment before meeting Sirius’ waiting eyes.

“I’m smart. I’m a good friend. I’ll fight for those I care about no matter the cost. I have a giving heart…I may be a sass queen…”

Sirius snorted.

“May be?”

You chuckled before turning around and hugging Sirius.

‘“Thank you, Sirius.”

Getting out of bed, you felt somewhat better. While Sirius could drive you crazy, he also knew how to make you feel a lot better.

He really does remind me of Regulus.

A truer thought couldn’t have been said about that one. Whether they argued and swore that they were totally different. Regulus and Sirius’ friendship styles were extremely similar. Standing in you in front of the mirror and making you list off good qualities about yourself was definitely something that Regulus would have done.

Stepping into the shower, you sighed in relief as the hot water washed over your aching muscles. In addition to your poor state of mental health, you had been pulling extra duties for The Order. This meant nightly patrols, tons of research, and spying on unsuspecting death eaters with Sirius and Remus.

“Hi sugar, I know that you miss me.”

You froze. This had been the first time that you had heard Regulus’ voice in your mind. Legilimency. Of course, Regulus could do this. You internally smacked yourself in the head as you “chose” to ignore him.

“Oh, you’re still not talking to me, huh? That’s too bad. I miss you, princess. Do you really expect me to go from spending every day with you for ten years to nothing so easily? I miss everything about you.”

You closed your eyes. Even though you were quite good at Occlumency, you made no move to push Regulus from your mind. Maybe you were asking for what you were getting. Maybe you were being weak…but damn it was wonderful to hear Regulus’ voice in your mind.

“Still nothing? Y/n, you really are being so stubborn. Maybe you should know what I miss. I miss seeing your beautiful face underneath me. How beautiful you look after I kiss your lips until they’re swollen and your cheeks are flushed bright pink. I miss how desperate you get when I suck on those dusty nipples. I miss how you move under me. You can’t tell me, love, that you don’t miss how your pussy trembles when I’m pushing in. Don’t forget, sweetheart, that it was I that showed you how to please a man. Now, that I know you are wet, how about a word? Anything…tell me where you are and I’ll come to you. We can fix all of these nasty little issues that we are having and get back to us…the real us.”

You bit your lip at “the real us.” Regulus didn’t remember what the real “Regulus and Y/n” was. He forgot what your friendship meant. He forgot what actual love was…

Forcing Regulus’ voice from your mind, you quickly turned off the shower.

“I have got to keep him out of my mind.”

You spent the majority of the day trying your best to avoid having your mind fall back to Regulus. Thankfully, there was enough crazy going on at the ministry to keep you busy for hours. The less that Regulus graced your mind the better. You weren’t able to sit around and think about his cocky voice in your head that morning…and how deliciously deep his voice sounded.

Merlin, I am really fucked.

You thought before putting your head down on your desk. Maybe you were more screwed than your realized?

Later that day you were more than happy to meet Remus and Sirius for dinner at a bar. Seeing your friends was just what you needed to “get out of your head.” The moment that you walked into the bar, Sirius motioned you over to the table.

Taking off your jacket, you nearly collapsed at the table. Normally, you would have kissed Remus and Sirius both on the top of their heads. Today, that wasn’t happening. Both men looked slightly offended as you held your hand up.

“Rain check. What a day! I am beat!”

You commented as Remus slid you a glass of fire whiskey. He gave you a small smile. Remus wasn’t a fool. He knew that there was more to your friendship with Regulus ending than what he was being told. Remus wanted nothing more than to question you and then go kill Regulus…but that would get him nowhere. You were depressed enough as it was. If he “offed” Regulus, you would be inconsolable. If Remus was to do anything, it would be to let you tell him in your own time.

What is it with Lupins finding the Blacks so damn interesting?

Remus looked across the table at Sirius who gave him a small smile.

Oh, that…that right there.

Remus added to his thoughts before turning to you.

“Long day?

You nodded.

“We don’t have many short ones any longer. I swear, this war needs to hurry the hell up. I don’t think that I was meant for this being careful thing. I ran into Augustus Rockwood today and had to stop myself from saying you’re next mother fucker.”

Sirius giggled.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t. Y/n, I have to say that Remus and yourself are the sassiest people that I know.”

“Does that assessment include yourself?”

Remus asked, cheekily. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“See what I mean? Sass!”

You leaned back in your chair and took a sip of your whiskey as the lights in the bar went out. Immediately, you reached for your wand as some death eaters walked into the bar.

“Boy, they sure like to make a big entrance.”

You murmured as Remus, Sirius, and yourself dropped to the floor. Remus’ eyes were wide as he turned to you.

“Get out. There is an exit in the back. Sirius and I will take the exit over there. If we all go together it will draw too much attention. If you want to go with Sirius, I’ll go the back way.”

You shook your head. The last thing that you were about to do was let them be separated. Besides, you could handle getting out on your own.

“No, just go. I’ll meet you lot back home.”

You whispered before crawling off toward the back of the pub as people in the bar started screaming. As much as you wanted to go back and fight, you knew it would be stupid. The three of you were outnumbered.

Once in the other room, you moved to stand up but someone grabbed you from behind. You quickly threw your elbow back hitting whoever it was in the ribs. When they made a painful moan, you pulled away enough to get a good look at who it was.

“Going somewhere, sugar?

You froze as Regulus took off his mask. As much as you wanted to stand and stare at him, you couldn’t. Taking out your wand you launched hex after hex at Regulus only for him to repel them away. You wanted him to hurt as much as you were hurting!

“Come on sugar is that the best you’ve got?”

Regulus said, sounding bored. You stopped and glared at him. You wanted Regulus to feel your misery. If there was anything of the man that you cared about in there…you wanted him to see your side.

“I don’t kill things. Unlike you, I don’t hurt people that I care about.”

Regulus chuckled.

“Oh, sugar. You really are mad.”

You picked up an empty bottle and threw it at Regulus. He sighed as it only hit him in the chest.

“Go away, Regulus. If you’re going to kill me then just be a man and do it.”

You snapped. Regulus was about to reply but stopped the moment that he heard Lucius Malfoy’s voice. He stood motionless for a moment before rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you.

“Don’t scream. Be silent.”

He hissed before standing his body upright. The last thing that Regulus wanted was for Malfoy to have any idea that he had “company.”

“Black, we need to go. Nothing that we came for is here. It was another piece of bloody useless information.”

You stood wrapped in Regulus’ arms clutching tightly to his death-eater robes as he gently rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Soothing…what is happening here?

You thought before taking a moment and breathing him in. Never in a million years did you think that you would ever be in Regulus’ arms like this again…yet here you were. There you were and he was holding you just as he did before turning away from you.

“I knew it was a waste of time. Go ahead, I’ll be along shortly. There is something else that I need to take care of.”

Regulus replied. He waited until he was positive that Malfoy was gone before letting go of you. When you looked back at your love’s face, he looked ready to panic. His cool calm composure was gone.

“Take the second door and get out of here. Turn into your animagus form the instant you are outside and don’t turn back into a human until you are home. Run and don’t look back…just run.”

“Reg..I…”

He shook his head before pulling you into a kiss. Neither of you moved away from the other for a moment. It was savoring the moment… enjoying the closeness that both of you missed. You sighed as Regulus’ tongue caressed yours. This was the kiss that you missed…the kiss that you longed for in your dreams…

Regulus was the first to pull away.

“Go! Stop wasting time…just please…go.”

You gave him one final look before morphing into your cat animagus form and rushing out the door into the dark silence of the ally way…

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[notactuallyfunctional]

"How to offend a prince in 5 words or less"

A comedy fairy tail based on the swan princess. For as long as they could remember Stiles and Derek have spent summers together as their parents wait for one of the Royal Hale siblings to fall in love with Prince Mieczyslaw and marry joining their two kingdoms. they have spent summers together the Hale siblings thinking Stiles is from the court of prince Mieczyslaw (a lords son) and Stiles liked not being a prince so he never let on and kinda forgot.

The year Stiles turns 16 Laura is married, Phillip is engaged and Cora and Derek are the only ones left.

Cora dances with Stiles but declares him her friend and nothing else in a mutual announcement. Derek is the only one left.

In a bout of nerves the two dance and Prince Derek declares they shall marry "for the good of the kingdom" when prince Stiles askes "and what else?" He replies "what else is there?"

Stiles storms from the royal ball declaring he won't marry someone who has no desire for him. As stiles and King John leave the palace that night they are attacked. The guards drag a half dead king back to the palace and report the prince taken by a monster.

Derek's best friends Boyd and Allison join him to find the missing prince.

Stiles cursed to be a fox in daylight.

Scott, issac and Erica at the abandoned palaces ruins. They were cursed to become his bodyguards.

Stiles begins the journey back to Derek. (To kick his ass) His spell can only be broken by true loves kiss or a sacrifice of true love to prove devotion. Stiles figures Talia will know how to help him and wants to kick Derek’s ass for making this happen. It’s all Derek’s fault. Probably.

—

Derek sits in the royal sitting room surrounded by his family and closest friends.

“Really Derek?” Cora slapped his shoulder as she passed him to slump in a nearby armchair. “You couldn’t have handled that any worse could you?”

“Don’t be so harsh,” Allison, sweet kind Allison, spoke up from her perch on the couches armrest beside Derek. “At least he could write a book from the experience: ‘How to insult a prince in five words or less.’”

Boyd comes through and gentle topples Allison from her position ignoring the indignant squawk and focusing instead on Derek who was beginning to look worryingly pale.

“At least you’ll be able to talk to him next summer and sort this out,” the man prompted nudging Derek’s foot with his own. “Or even go see him tomorrow before they leave.”

“I am afraid that will not be possible,” Queen Talia Hale swept into the room flanked by her husband and heir, Laura, with her politely bored mask firmly in place. “King Jonathan and Prince Mieczyslaw have already left the palace grounds.”

Everyone was on their feet in seconds: protests from Cora for not getting to say goodbye backed by Allison’s silent worry.

“What does this mean for us? Politically I mean.” Derek asks his mother in a polite controlled voice. Hands clenched behind his back belays his easy attitude.

“Politically? Nothing. The prince spoke to us briefly promising to honour the agreement in regards to the trading tax just as his father planned to with no marriage necessary.” Queen Talia watched her son with a resigned expression. “We’d hoped to secure the military alliance as well but that won’t be possible as it stands.”

“However he has promised to come if we ever call for aide in memory of the last ten years of peace.” The Queens expression twisted for a moment before she sighed and shook her head as of to clear it. “Derek if you-“

A slamming door interrupts the queen as a guard races into the room barely slowing as he falls to his knees in front of the startled woman.

“Your majesty! The healers are summoning you with all haste please do not delay!” The gayer keeps his head down as he speaks ignorant to the multiple hands of the room griping weapons at his sudden entrance.

“The King of Beacon was attacked. He’s at deaths door and asking to speak with you.”

[thenovelartist]

Burned Beginnings, Chapter 8

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22. Anniversary

“Happy three month, one week, and four day anniversary!”

Marinette snorted, hanging her head instead of looking up to see him. “We are not doing that, are we?”

“Yup!” Adrien said, beaming.

With a sigh, Marinette looked back up at him, an accepting smile on her face. “And why, pray tell, are we celebrating this specific anniversary?”

Adrien gave his best pout. “Because it’s been almost three weeks since we’ve been able to have a date and I miss you.” The bakery had been busy the last couple weeks, packed with longer lines than normal and more special orders. Sadly, this meant he hadn’t been able to spend time with Marinette, and their attempt last week to get together ended up with them falling asleep in the middle of Fruits Basket.

Which attested to just how tired they were, because that was really hard to do in the middle of season three!

He supposed a nap date where she’d laid huddled against his chest while he snuggled her wasn’t a bad thing. On the contrary, it had been one of the best naps he’d ever had. But still, it wasn’t quite what he’d label as a date.

“Has it been that long?” Marinette questioned, her brow furrowed. “I feel like the days have all blended together lately.”

“Yeah. Our last official date was when we went out for breakfast and then around the park before coming back and working that first chaotic night shift.”

“Oh yeah,” Marinette said, eyes brightening in realization. “I totally forgot about that.”

“How could you forget me?” Adrien pouted.

“Easily,” Marinette sassed back with a wink.

He theatrically grasped at his chest above his heart. “Ouch, ice princess. You put Elsa to shame.”

She leveled a flat look at him.

“Oh? Does the princess wish I’d let it—”

“You’ve been banned. Good bye.”

“Wait, wait,” he cried, quickly catching the door before she could slam it in his face. “Come on, that was funny.”

“That joke is already dead. Don’t continue to beat the dead horse.”

“But it’s still relevant.”

“No. No, it’s not.”

He pouted, shooting her with his best pair of puppy dog eyes he could manage.

“I don’t care how cute you are.”

“Ouch,” he said, smile growing. “That was a cold one, princess.”

“Yeah, and don’t you forget it,” she said with a smirk.

“I won’t,” he assured. “Now, may the lovely royal princess of the bakery deign me worthy of entry into her humble abode?”

“You are such a dork.”

“Your dork.”

“My amusing peon.”

“Ouch!”

Giggling, she opened the door, letting him in.

Adrien happily walked in to the house that had become his second home. “So, for our anniversary, you want to go grab an ice cream on this nice day?”

Marinette frowned. “Actually, I’m really not up for going anywhere.”

“Oh? Are you not feeling we—”

He stopped, his eye catching the plastic Marinette had wrapped around her left arm. More accurately, catching sight of what was underneath the plastic.

She grinned, looking down at what looked like a fresh tattoo. “Yeah. Guess you could say that, but supposedly, that’s pretty typical.”

“Yeah, it is,” Adrien said, walking over to her so that he could examine the design better. “Mine hurt for days.”

“You have a large cat that wraps around your entire forearm. I don’t have anything that big.”

It wasn’t too big, but it was pretty. A few ladybugs sitting on some swirly flowers, a design that took up half of her inner forearm. The design was only about a quarter the size of his, but it felt very similar design-wise, each having an animal in a colorful, misty background that he believed was referred to as a watercolor affect. Hers was just pink compared to his green.

“It looks great,” he eventually said. “And really suits you.”

She grinned. “Thanks. And now, we match.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, look.” With that, Marinette bounced over to his right side, same side he had his tattoo on, before sliding her left hand into his right. “See? You’re the bad luck cat, and I’m the good luck ladybug. We match.”

Adrien stared at their conjoined hands, his eyes slowly drifting up to where his tattoo and hers met. “You got a tattoo… to match me?”

Marinette grinned. “Maybe it’s a little early for ‘matching couple tattoos, but I thought ‘why not?’ I’ve always liked your cat tattoo, so I planned out what I wanted to get so that we could match. I got yesterday after work, and since it’s the beginning of my ‘weekend’, I have time to just relax and let it heal.”

Adrien stared at it, his grin widening. “It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“You know what this means, though, right?”

Marinette cocked her head. “What does it mean?”

“It means…” he drew out, leaning closer to her with a grin on his face. “You’re stuck with me forever, now that we have a couple tattoo.”

With a grin of her own, she leaned in closer, her nose just a centimeter from his. “Not until I get a ring.”

Without any hesitation, Adrien reached into his pocket. This was just intended to be a gift that he saw that made him think of her. One he impulsively bought one day going home from work. The tag said it was for the right hand.

But at the moment, he could think of no better place to put it than sliding it on her left ring finger right then and there.

“There you go. You’re mine now.”

Marinette froze, staring at the ring for a moment before chuckling awkwardly at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

Adrien knew why she felt so awkward. He did to. It had taken too long to realize for his head to catch up to his actions, and when it did, he himself had froze.

What did he just do?

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to marry her. On the contrary, he had actually already talked with her parents, gotten a blessing from her father, her ring size from her mother, and had ordered a ring last night. He’d planned out just how he was going to propose to her. It was going to be during a perfect date with dinner and candles and a chance to let her dress up. Basically, the whole shebang.

And here he was, proposing with an inexpensive cat ring.

Actually, he realized he hadn’t proposed at all. He’d just stuck the ring on her finger and called it good.

He had to fix this. He had to get his mouth to formulate words first.

“I… I mean…”

Great, his face was red, Marinette was waiting for a well-deserved answer, and he was incapable of giving it to her.

“Adrien, you are not serious.” Her words came out flatly, but Adrien knew her well enough to hear the undertone of panic in them

“Um…” he fought hard for the words that came to him next. “About marrying you? Yes. Absolutely. Without a doubt, I’d chase you to the ends of the earth to make you mine. About this ring being the engagement one, though, no. Most certainly not.”

“You are not serious,” she repeated, her voice weaker than before while her knees began to bend as though she might collapse. Tears began welling in her eyes, and Adrien was growing nervous.

“I’m sorry!” Adrien finally got out, panicked. “I had something so much better planned out, and I definitely should have thought that through—”

“I’m not talking about that, you stupid idiot!” she cried. In a flash, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung tight. “That was so unromantic and I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you.”

By now, Adrien could hear the tears in her voice, but considering the way she clung to him, she wasn’t too mad about this poorly planned out engagement. “Yeah, it will be one for the books,” he surrendered, hugging her back tightly. “But, is that a yes?”

She nodded, clinging to him tighter. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said with a sigh, the tension leaving his body. “But you’re okay with that, right?”

She sniffed. “Yeah,” she admitted. “Unfortunately, I’m a little too okay with that.”

Adrien just chuckled. “I’ll take it.”

 23. Sunset

Marinette looked at the little black kitty ring on her finger. Under normal circumstances, it signaled that she was engaged.

In her case, it signaled she was engaged to an idiot.

“I still can’t believe I did that.”

Marinette chuckled at the blonde man beside her hanging his head in his hand. At the moment, they were finishing up their impromptu date of actually getting the ice cream Adrien had wanted to get last weekend before staying out the rest of the afternoon and finding a spot to grab dinner. But dinner had ended and they hadn’t wanted to hog the table at the restaurant, so Adrien was escorting her home. However, as per usual, neither wanted to part, hence why they were procrastinating their parting on a bench in the park while they watched the sunset.

“Can’t get more spontaneous of a proposal than that,” she teased. Shockingly, she didn’t mind it, though. Adrien looked like he hadn’t even realized what he’d done until after he did it. The horror on his face still shone clear in her memory, bringing a grin to her lips. It really would be one for the books.

But still, he’d made it clear that he earnestly wanted to marry her, and in the end, that’s all that mattered to her.

“You have to know I meant it!” he cried, looking up to her with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I just… did not think that through.”

“At least you’re pretty.”

“Hey, I am plenty bright!”

“Really? Because I think a few bulbs need to be changed in your attic.”

“Says the crazy woman who not only accepted that proposal but is still wearing the cat ring.”

She sniggered. He had her there. “Well, I guess I’m a sucker for honestly.”

Adrien shook his head, a bemused smile on his face. “I’m glad that part came through, at the very least.”

Looking over at the man next to her, Marinette couldn’t help but feel happy. Botched proposal and all, she didn’t mind it one bit. They would always be a little chaotic, they’d always have their back-and-forth banter, but they’d also always have each other’s backs and ultimately would always be each other’s biggest support. The proposal just felt par for their course.

Plus, it would not only make for great stories but great teasing fodder, and Marinette was always down for anything that gave her the upper hand.

“Hey,” she said, voice earnest as she reached out to grab his hand. “Just so you know, I’ll probably never let up teasing you about it.”

He huffed in amusement. “I would think there was something seriously wrong with you if you did.”

“But,” she finished, “I am still very happy.”

His smile turned soft, and Marinette thought she might as well melt right then and there. “Well, I’m glad about that,” Adrien said, raising her hand to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles. “But there is definitely one thing I have to fix.”

Marinette quirked a brow, confused for a second before realizing what he was referring to. “The ring?” she asked, wiggling her left ring finger. “Because I’m not gonna lie, I would like an actual one.”

“Yeah? Well how about this one?” That’s when Adrien slid off the park bench, getting on one knee before her and reached into his pocket. Biting her lip to withhold a girlish squeal, Marinette found that she really didn’t care what the ring looked like.

But she wasn’t going to lie, the stunning blue sapphire he presented her with was freaking gorgeous.

“I know diamonds are traditional,” he said, tugging her left hand closer to him. “But you’re not some average girl. I didn’t think something like that would suit you. Marinette, I would like to apologize for not doing this right the first time, but I’m so grateful that you accepted anyway. I’m so thankful to have you in my life, so much so that I want you to stay by my side as my life-long partner. So with this ring, I’ll ask you properly this time. Marinette, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Marinette felt the tears prickling her eyes. It was such an easy question, and yet, getting the word to roll of her tongue was difficult. She nodded fervently. “Yes!”

With a grin, Adrien took off the kitty ring and replaced it with the one glittering in his hand. Once he did that, she threw her arms around his neck, clinging tightly to him just as she had the first time he proposed.

There were a few cheers and a round of applause from the people around them, but Marinette couldn’t care less. For better or worse, she was going to marry this idiot.

She couldn’t ask for anything better than that.

 24. Balcony

Adrien stood out on his tiny balcony, looking up at the stars and purposefully ignoring his phone.

More specifically, the message his father had left him.

It’s been over a year. The message said. What are you doing with your life now?

Good question.

Adrien sighed, his eyes shutting as he hung his head. Well, he was still working at Tom and Sabine’s bakery, and honestly, he was pretty happy with that. He got to work with people he loved doing something that he did find enjoyable. He never really fancied himself to be the creative type, but finding himself in the kitchen while crafting desserts and making bread had brought more joy into his life than modeling ever had. On top of that, he was getting married. He thought that was a good accomplishment.

But he knew it wouldn’t be good enough for his father.

He heard his phone buzz again and groaned. The last thing he did was want to answer it.

What would I even say? He thought, rubbing his forehead in a vain attempt to relieve the growing stress headache.

Unfortunately, he was too curious for his own good. And that curiosity won out over his reluctance.

He walked inside to where he’d left his phone sitting on the bed side table. Bracing himself, he tapped the screen, only for all tension to instantly drain form his body upon learning it wasn’t a text from his father but rather from Marinette.

You want to go do something tomorrow?

He smiled, collapsing back onto his bed with a smile. Of course he wanted to do something tomorrow. What, he didn’t know, but didn’t really care, either. They always had fun together whatever they did.

He opened the text and started a reply before stopping and deciding to give her a call instead.

“Hey, hot stuff,” she said. He could hear the flirty grin on her face. “Missed the sound of my voice?”

He grinned. “Yeah. Guess you could say that.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line. “Something wrong?” she asked, all teasing gone from her tone.

Adrien sighed. “My father.”

“What happened?”

“Oh, you know, he kicked me out and now is wanting to know what I’m doing with my life.”

He heard her scoff over the phone. “Really?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really want to talk about that right now,” he said. “Right now, I just want to hear your voice.”

“Oh? What do you want to talk about then? My thoughts on that new anime you showed me?’

He chuckled. “You could talk about the weather and I’d be cool with it.”

“Well,” she began in a smooth voice. “Tonight’s forecast includes clear skies with no stars due to light pollution. A light breeze blows through the city tonight towards the Eiffel tower, whatever direction that is. It is an undetermined temperature, but comfortably cool enough to be outside in a short sleeve tee-shirt. How’s that?”

Adrien could feel his worries ease away at the sound of her voice, her sass, spunk, and sarcasm still coming through even through her calm tone. He really loved this woman and was the luckiest guy alive to be marrying her. “It’s perfect.”

[tc-doherty]

Hey, TC! Happy Blorbo Blursday! My question for you is: where do you get the inspiration for your characters? How do you work to flesh them out more?

Happy Blorbo Blursday!

I already answered a question about how I flesh my characters out earlier but the answer to how I make up characters, how I come up with the plots of my stories, and how I create my world building are all the same. So I'll give an example using Untitled 3, because it's one that has very recently been in development. This did get a bit long LOL

Now granted, this one was inspired by something else, but even so it's not that different from how I come up with things unprompted.

I knew that I wanted it to be a political drama, with one character trying to regain "his" throne. And I knew that I wanted the two main characters to have a sort of 'warrior and tactician who bicker a lot' dynamic. And I knew that I wanted one character to be from a different world. Also ultimately, they're gay and in love because it's me, that pretty much goes without saying.

Even though I got the idea of this from something else, I usually will start with something similar to the above that I just want to write about, and go from there.

With this set of criteria, obviously one character has to be the prince and that character, coming from the world in question, also makes the most sense to be the warrior. Which means the other character has to be the tactician. But if they're helping each other, what causes them to bicker a lot?

That's because the tactician character is from a world that no longer has a monarchy, and has no inherent respect for the throne. He has no problem pointing out when the prince is being an idiot. He has a very different perspective on politics, society, and logistics because he studied these things academically via the history of his own world.

So why does the prince let the tactician get away with sassing him so often? Why is it that he was able to survive when the rest of his family was murdered in a coup, and how come he has no training in ruling, strategy, and logistics, as you would expect a prince to have?

The only thing that makes sense is that the prince had some sort of controversy about his birth which caused him to be viewed as a bastard, he wasn't in line for the throne, he didn't live in the Royal Suite (which gave him more time to escape the palace) and is kind of used to being slightly disrespected.

But he still studied other things like swordplay and hunting, which makes him not completely useless. BUT since he wasn't part of the main family, he wasn't as thoroughly steeped in the propaganda of the royal family, which makes him more open to accepting advice about change.

Why is the tactician willing to stay and help the prince on something that might take several years instead of attempting to find a way home to his own world right away? Well, maybe his home life isn't that great either, maybe he also doesn't really fit in. Maybe he's also always wanted a chance to prove himself. That would give them something in common.

Thus, Anrikas is a valiant if somewhat unevenly educated prince who is willing to do the right thing (but doesn't really have an idea of what that is), who is easily riled up but ultimately will judge people based on their actions rather than their words, who - even if he might protest - will adapt and embrace change if someone can give him a good enough explanation as to why it's necessary.

Thus, Tiarnach is someone who is relatively interested in history, but who has no respect for authority and has never really fit in anywhere, who has always been 'othered' without being able to prove he's worth something, so being put into a situation where he basically has to make his own way in a completely unfamiliar world isn't really all that hard for him, and when he sees someone that has a chance to also break away from the legacy of their family for the better, he's willing to help them do it.

And everything more detailed has come from figuring out their interactions with one another.

And this is the basic process behind almost all of my books!

[mka1098]

I Ask For Your Hand In Marriage - A PJO Fanfic

A Percy Jackson Royal AU Fanfiction 

Description: Percy is a prince, Annabeth is a royal overseer and they both are idiots who don’t realize they are in love. 

Hear it read aloud here ! - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LY0R0M8ZiE&t=17s 

Chapter One

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing…” 

In fact, Percy was not doing ‘nothing’. He was basically planking on a wooden stool; he had stolen it from the kitchens. “This  isn’t nothing.” Annabeth said with a pointed tone. Percy looked at her with big innocent seal eyes. “I’m not doing anything wrong.”

 Technically, he wasn’t. He was just laying on the wooden stool, swimming in the air like a normal person. Because normal people did that right? Yeahh… they totally did. 

“Where on earth did you get that?��� She asked, walking over to him and crossing her arms. Her eyes were on the stool and Percy smirked up at her.

 “Oh this old thing? It’s always been here; nice to see you taking note in my decorations.” He said sarcastically. 

Annabeth frowned. “Why is this in your room.” She said tiredly. She muttered, ``I'm so tired of this, under her breath. Percy ignored it.

 “Kitchens. I wanted to teach the kids how to swim but since they have to stay by their parents, it has to be in the air. And I’ve never swam in the air so I’m practicing.” He explained.

 The corner of Annabeth’s lips raised; she was holding back a smile. “You’re a dork.” She said affectionately. Percy practically flopped around the stool; his abs were hurting from trying to stay up.

 “I’m doing good.” Percy defended himself. Annabeth ruffled his hair, making it more messy than it already was. 

“You’re always trying too.” She said with a smile. “But get up, you have other duties to perform; those that pertain to more than just the children in the kitchens.” Annabeth dragged him up and off of the stool by the front of his sleep shirt. 

“Awww.” He whined but stood up straight, reveling in the visible cringe on Annabeth's face as he stood taller than her. 

“Get that smirk off your face and get dressed. We’re meeting with the King and Queen.” Annabeth said, picking up the stool to probably go put it back. 

Percy rolled his eyes. “Those are my parents. They’ve seen me as a naked baby. I don’t think they care about me in Pjs.” He said snarkily. Annabeth narrowed her grey eyes at him. 

“It’s good to get ready anyways.” She told him, pinching the fabric of his seas themed fleece PJ pants. 

Percy stuck his tongue out at her. “Just for you.” Percy said sassily, tearing off his shirt and shrugging on a ‘nicer’ sweatshirt. It was nicer because unlike the former, it had no holes in it. Annabeth scoffed and turned around to leave the room. 

“You don’t wanna be here when I change into jeans?” Percy called after her with a devilish laugh. 

”You wish, Jackson.” Annabeth threw behind her shoulder.

Percy chuckled to himself. Not only was Annabeth his best friend, but she was also his royal overseer; it was an uproar when they announced it. The past 3 kings had the same royal overseer so it had been a shock to everyone when a randam, non-noble teenage girl had been chosen by the crown prince to take that role. But truly, she was the best option. 

For one, Percy did not listen to anyone but Annabeth. There was no way even wise old Chiron could get him to follow the old traditions that he needed too. Annabeth was able to make Percy begrudgingly put on the formal suits and perform speeches. Not only that, she was responsible, smart and organized; all things a royal overseer needed to be. Percy was so happy to have her in his life. She was the best friend ever; she dealt with him and organized everything. And she was funny and caring and never let him get away with being an idiot. They had been friends for years, 12 to be exact. Annabeth knew him better than he knew himself. 

“That took far too long.” Annabeth deadpanned when Percy stepped out of his bedroom. He stuck his tongue out at her, as all adults do. 

“No big deal.” He said, throwing an arm around Annabeth's shoulders. She shoved it off with a frown. 

“You should still look your best and be on time. Nevermind the fact that they are your parents.” She chastised. 

Percy rolled his eyes but didn’t object or talk back. “Good morning!’ He chimed to the staff; they smiled widely and greeted him with optimistic remarks. Percy had always made it a goal to make all the staff feel welcome and seen. Maybe times in the past, they were regarded as tools and Percy resented that past. 

“I overheard your father has a huge proclamation for you.” One of the staff members said with a smirk.

 Percy tilted his head to the side? “Really? They just said they wanna talk to me.” He thought out loud. 

The staff member sent him a tense smile. “Hopefully you don’t mind his proclamation.” Percy’s eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. What? Why wouldn’t he like what his father had to say? At most, it would be oh add this class to your studies, retake this class, help the general with his plans, do more royal duties. He looked over to Annabeth who was scribbling in her journal; it held all her secrets, tasks and everything. He knew this because he had stolen it once and got judo flipped in return. 

“Do you know anything?” He asked curiously. She looked up to him. “No idea.” She said drily. 

Percy couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. Either way, he had no time to figure it out because Annabeth had pushed open the throne room doors. “Ah, you’re up.” His father said with mirth in his eyes. Percy rolled his eyes like an angsty teenager. 

“No, dad I’m sleepwalking.” He replied. His father turned to his mother. 

“He gets the sass from you.” Poseidon said. 

Sally laughed. “Don’t act like you didn't contribute.” She said in a sing-song voice. Poseidon ignored that. 

“My king and queen.” Annabeth said solemnly, bowing her head

. The entire family rolled their eyes; it was ridiculous that Annabeth still felt as if she needed to bow to them or say your highness. She had practically grown up running around their halls and spoke casually to Percy. Despite all their efforts, she always used royalty manners. Poseidon cleared his throat and looked at Percy.

 “Son.” He said curtly. “Father.” Percy replied with snark; Poseidon stifled a laugh. “You are 18 now. You are an adult-” The king started. Annabeth snorted halfway through muttering, I beg to differ, your highness. Snickering, he continued. “You are going to begin to take more pressing and complex royal duties when you are 25. Starting now as a legal adult, it is important you begin to take on roles for the public to see.” Percy nodded. His parents exchanged a look. “You must find a queen.”

Percy stumbled backwards… what? He needed to what? “Now?” Percy asked in an incredulous manner. He was met with serious nods and stares. “Why now?” He practically whined. 

Percy knew he was being a brat but… they telling him he needed to find the person he’d rule next to, have children with and spend the rest of his life with… now. At age 18! He couldn’t even figure out his favorite movie, much less his permanently future wife. 

“Perseus, you of all people know how difficult it is for power exchanges to occur. Especially for Princesses from outer and different kingdom. They are deliberate and must take time. Lot’s of time, as we must start now. You need a queen. Our subjects must not be led to believe you’re underqualified to be their king.” Poseidon said strictly. He was definitely thinking of the gossiping nobles. 

Percy sighed but nodded. “I get that.” He moped. His father nodded. “But why do I need to find a queen now? I’m not taking the throne for years, I don’t need to have an heir anytime soon.” He protested.

 This time, his mother spoke. “Percy, when you start managing all of your royal duties, you work in tandem with your future queen. It wouldn’t make sense to leave that space blank. A new king and queen won’t be able to handle an entire kingdom. You need to begin your interlocking duties in the next year, so that by the time you ascent; it’s as if you’ve been ruling for years. We can’t just thrust a new queen in the middle of that entire complicated and delicate situation. Your queen will be giving her input on most all of the pressing situations and you’ll have to work on covering each other's biases. You can’t do it all alone.” Sally said with a gentle smile. 

Still Percy frowned. 

“Can’t Annabeth take over the queen’s duties and input for the time being? I don’t want to rush a relationship. She already knows what to do. She knows me well and can cover the biases or my weak areas. The royal overseer already performs duties like this. We can do it until I find a queen.” Percy tried to convince his parents but they shook their heads. 

“No, Percy. That could cause a slew of drama. You’re not going to want that and nor will your future queen.” The king said. 

“She’s my best friend and she’s fit for the role!” Percy objected. 

This time, Annabeth told him to hush. “The future queen must never be a person to be deliberated over. She must be certain. Listen to what your father is saying, there was already an uproar when I became your overseer; I do not want to even imagine the outcome of me taking on queenly duties without taking that title in the future. And more so importantly than gossip… you must marry someone of Royal status. It would be beneficial for our kingdom to have another truce. No royal-blooded Princess would want a husband who has his ‘best friend’ take over her royal duties. Must less, a commoner.” Annabeth said firmly. 

The king nodded in agreement. Percy sighed in defeat. “I don’t like this. But fine. What am I even supposed to do though?” He asked. 

Sally smiled at Annabeth. “Annabeth has lovingly and painstakingly created a plan to help you.” Percy snorted. When did she not have a plan? “She has a list of Princesses from good reputation kingdoms and has invited them to spend a day with you.” Percy sputtered. 

“Whoa so this is like speed dating or something?” 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “No, you idiot. It’s not speed dating; who do you think I am? Each week, you will meet with one Princess for a day. If you find that you’re extremely compatible with one of them; she will be your queen.” Annabeth explained, shoving her blonde curls behind her ears.

 Percy made a silent O with his mouth. Seaweed brain, she mouthed at him. “I’d say even though it’s rather untraditional; it is a plan that has a high probability of working.” His father said.

 Annabeth nodded. “It was created with Percy in mind, your highness. Which I will admit made it difficult.” She said with a smirk. Percy squawked offendedly. “And we thank you for the plan, Annabeth dear.” His mother said kindly.

 “No one else knows him well enough.” The blonde smiled politely and bowed her head. “That is all. You two can brief on it if you’d like.” Poseidon said. Percy left after telling his parents `I love you` and kissing his mother’s cheek; Annabeth bowed, said `thank you, my king and queen` and followed Percy out the door.

That’s Chapter One! I just had an idea and ran with it. 

[miraculousl4dybug]

Queen Bee vs. Ladybug and Noir Knight

Okay! This is for @nobodyfamousposts who won the contest @a-marlene-s held.

Here is the story you requested for winning, hope you like it.

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I frowned as Marinette pulled back. Is she alright?

“Sorry, I.. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, Thank you, Luka.”

I smiled, she’s so sweet.

“Oh, uh, by the way, did you find that perfect tune you were looking for?”

“I think I did, yeah, but are you sure you really want to hear it?”

I softened as she frowned.

“You’re still thinking of Adrien, aren’t you?”

It’s not a bad thing, she loves who she loves. I’ll respect that and happily stay her friend if that’s what she wants.

She looked away.

I smiled down at her, then blinked when I saw… buzzing yellow? Bees? Wasps? What….

“Marinette!” I grabbed her and ran.

Bolting down the street, her hand in mine.

“Oh no, not those things again!” She cried.

Her eyes shot to me briefly.

“Come on!”

Can we escape them? Is it possible?

“We have to take shelter.” She called.

I nodded.

She looked away and took a deep breath. Her song grew determined.

What is she?

“Tikki, Power up!”

I looked over to stare, a red blur snapped something blue out of the air and…. Was that a kwami!?

She pulled me now, towards the bridge boundary.

“Tikki! Spots on!”

My jaw dropped. I almost stopped.

She grabbed me and jumped. We fell to the water.

She placed her yo-yo put in front of my mouth as we hit the water.

Marinette is Ladybug!

She looked at me sheepishly now.

“You can’t tell anyone!” She blurted, “Seriously, you can’t- you can’t-”

She started hyperventilating.

“I would never. Not in a million years. Your secret is safe with me Marinette.”

She stared for a long minute, then nodded.

“Thank you, Luka.”

I nodded.

“But now…. I should’ve known there was more to Hawkmoth’s plan.”

“It’s okay, since you’re ladybug you know I’m Viperion. I’ll help you however I can.”

She smiled, “Thank you. The battle isn’t over now!”

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“Your indecision is hurtful Adrien.”

He looked away.

It is hurtful, he keeps changing his mind, it seems almost like he’s leading me on. Using me as a backup. It hurts.

I jolted as something small and yellow, oh no, an akuma!

It reached Adrien before I could stop it. His eyes turning yellow.

Then everything went black.

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I watched gleefully as miracle queen called the miraculous wielders to us. Hopefully Ladybug and Chat Noir got stung too.

But regardless, ladybug will be deprived of all her allies now.

I watched some boy I don’t know, that reporter for the Ladyblog, my son’s idiotic friend, some boy I don’t know, and the Tsurugi girl.

What a strange group.

But then my heart nearly stopped, my son. Adrien was a miraculous holder!?

If I do anything to stop the current plan and move him away then everyone will know my identity.

Okay, it doesn’t matter. It’ll be fine, we’re going to win anyways. Adrien will understand when I’m done. It doesn’t matter what happens in the meantime.

“Why such ridiculous choices! Anyways, grab your miraculous.”

The reporter girl grabbed the fox.

The first unknown boy grabbed the horse.

The second unknown boy grabbed the monkey.

My son grabbed the snake.

The last two, my son’s idiotic friend and the Tsurugi girl simply stood there.

“Why don’t they grab any?”

“Maybe because they don’t have any!”

“Or,” I murmured, “Someone is already wearing them.”

She ignored me, “Come on, hurry up and transform, my pawns!”

Drama queen more like.

“Trixx, let’s pounce.” Rena Rouge.

“Kalkki, Full gallop.” Pegasus.

“Xuppu, Showtime.” Roi Singe

“Sass, Scales slither.”

I stared in confusion at my son, that’s not Viperion. Then… who’s viperion? And why did my son take that miraculous?

“You were once Ladybug and Chat Noir’s minions, but from now on, you will be Miracle Queen’s Royal Guard!”

They bowed.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, I’m gonna use your own weapons to defeat you. You’ll so regret not choosing me!”

I left to Mayura.

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“I’m worried Luka. I was never able to give my guardian and master back the dragon miraculous. And now… He’s gone and I need him.”

“it’s okay, we can find-“

“Ladybug!”

I stared at another kwami swimming rapidly towards us. Oh dear, is that a cat?

And it held the black cat miraculous.

“Chat Noir has been stung, I managed to grab the miraculous and get away. Who’s this?”

“I’m Luka…”

“Cool, well, did the Master say anything when you returned the dragon?”

“I didn’t get the chance! He’s gone and… I tried, he’s missing.”

The kwami looked worried.

“Okay, one second. Hold this.”

He dropped the ring in her hand and zipped up.

We stood there for a minute before the cat came back down.

“Okay so, bad news. Hawkmoth got the miracle box, and the Master is desperately holding his shield against Mayura and Hawkmoth.”

“Oh no, this is all my fault, I didn’t transform back before going to find him and-“

“Oh bug,” the cat kwami moved over to her, “It’s not. In fact, it’s probably a good thing. If they were following you to find him then if you’d transformed back, they would’ve learned your identity.”

Both of our eye’s widened.

“That would’ve been bad. But it’s okay then now. All we have to do is save the Master before Hawkmoth and Mayura break through! And if anyone has the knowledge and skill to do that, it’s you Mari- Ladybug.” I stared at her earnestly, trying to convey the faith I have in her.

She peeked up, swallowing before nodding.

Then threw her arms around me, “Thank you Luka. You always know just what to say.”

I smiled, hugging her back. “How could I not have complete faith in you. No matter if you’re in the mask or out, you always do your best to do good. I don’t know how I didn’t know who you were sooner, you’re the only one that could be kind enough to be Ladybug.”

She squeaked, burying her head in my shoulder.

“We can do this Ladybug.”

She pulled back with a nod.

“Okay, now we have to free them from Miracle Queen. You don’t have a miraculous, we should fix that. You work best with the snake, but…”

She stared at the ring in her hand, “Plagg, would you mind having a temporary wielder, until we can get the snake back?”

The little kwami hummed, zipping in front of me.

“I suppose he’s alright, could be worse.” He moved around me. “Alright, I’ll allow it. He can use my Miraculous until we get my cat back.”

She beamed, “Thank you Plagg.”

She now turned to me with a serious expression.

“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the black cat. I am giving it to you for this battle and this battle only. When we have finished, you will return this miraculous to me. Do you understand?”

I nodded, “I understand. You can count on me Ladybug.”

“Plagg, power up.” She held out another blue thing that Plagg ate, changing his appearance? He now had a tail and fins.

Plagg swam in front of me, “Say Plagg, Claws Out.”

“Plagg… Claws Out!”

The energy that flowed over me was different from the creeping slither of Sass’s. This power was chaotic, energizing. It felt like I could take on the world.

I smiled at Marinette, Ladybug, as I felt the uniform settle.

“You look great!” She said.

I glanced down to note the boots, the green highlights on the suit, the chains hanging loose, I moved my arms, I like the jacket that came with it, open, with bright green for chest with deep black plating. I like it. The bright green isn’t too much, and it goes well with the black. I felt the mask on my face and the ears on my head. This’ll work.”

She smiled, “Now we have to save the others.”

I nodded, Ladybug’s got this. And I’ll help however necessary.

“Then we can defeat Mayura, Hawk Moth, and his sentimonster. But first we’ve gotta neutralize those wasps so we can get out of the water. If we get stung, it’s all over.”

Luka smiled, “Sounds like you have a plan.”

She grinned, “Yep, I’m gonna make it easy for us.”

She put a necklace on. I watched curiously as a ? Dragon? Came out.

“Alright, how does that work then?” I asked.

“I’m ready to fight Ladybug!” The little dragon kwami said.

She smiled at me, “Up we go.”

“When we reach the surface say Claws in, it’ll get rid of the powerup so you can fight normally.”

“Claws in!”

“Spots off!”

“Tikki, Long, Unify!”

I watched in awe as the black and gold swept up her body, leaving her in a cooler outfit then her normal one. Plus, a sword.

The two of us flipped, heading towards land.

“Water Dragon!”

An orb of water surrounded us.

Okay, that’s really cool. Marinette really is amazing.

We hit the ground, the orb of water expanding to cover the other controlled heroes and pushing Chloe back.

“Ladybug! And hey, you’re not Chat!”

Ladybug smirked, “It’ll be Dragonbug to you Chloe.”

I nodded, then realized I need a name.

“I’m- I’m the Noir Knight.” I nodded, “I’m Noir Knight, here to guard Ladybug.”

“A few extra powers aren’t going to save you, you know.”

We both looked up to see Hawkmoth.

“In a few moments when the old guardian is too weak and his shield is broken, I’ll force him to tell me your secret identities. And it will all be thanks to Ladybug! She led you all to your doom!”

Marinette frowned, her song filled with worry. The pain in her eyes…

“He’s trying to divide you! Don’t listen to him! Ladybug! I chose you for a reason. And I trust your judgement.”

A voice I don’t recognize.

Well, “You’re wrong Hawkmoth!” I called, “Ladybug is kind and helpful. She’s risked everything for this city time and time again. You tried to follow her to find out her identity, but you failed at that. You might have found the Master, but you failed to find Ladybug! And that’s the important thing! We will stop you, because Ladybug is here and I’m here to help her. It doesn’t matter what you say or do! You can’t win against her!”

She stared at me, her eyes wide.

Then she smiled, her song alight with joy and determination.

“It’s us against the world Noir Knight.”

I smiled, “Whenever you need me.”

We turned back, “I fight with Ladybug!”

“Welcome to your doomsday, Hawkmoth!”

“Urgh, It’s time to take action my queen!”

“Guards! En Guard!”

The four heroes started using their powers, mirage, uproar, voyage, and… second chance.

That’s the one I need. I need Sass back.

“Right, Knight, Aspik is the most dangerous with second chance. You focus on him.”

She flashed me a smile, “You’ve got this, you know his powers better than him.”

I nodded, “Understood, you be careful Ladybug.”

She nodded, and both of us moved in.

Her sword out and yo-yo drawn she was already able to counter the controlled heroes.

I raised my hand, “Cataclysm!”

I charged towards Aspik, kicked him back.

I charged towards Aspik, kicked at him, grabbed his hands and yanked.

“I got it!” Ladybug grabbed his wrist, and the bracelet was off. A flash of light and Adrien and Sass were there.

“Alright Knight!” She called, “It’s your turn!”

She tossed me the bracelet and I grinned.

“Sass! Scales Sllither!”

The familiar power of Sass surged over me. The mask sharpened, the Jacket gained a scale pattern. The bright green changed to Sass’s aqua shade. A diamond appeared on my chest. The boots became more streamlined.

Perfect.

“Second Chance!”

Better safe than sorry.

I swiped out two illusions, noticing behind Dragonbug another figure.

“Dragonbug, behind you!”

She sliced through the illusion in front of her then shot her yo-yo through the figure behind, only to falter when it was an illusion too, and Roi Singe caught her yo-yo.

Roi Singe tapped his Uproar item to it, and the water disappeared.

Not good.

I quickly set us back to the beginning.

“They’re all illusions Dragonbug!”

I charged forward, noting the hole appearing, just barely rolled to the side, grimacing.

“Dragonbug keep your yo-yo in hand!”

I jumped, kicking Roi Singe back, pulled the baton out to hit him hard. He slammed against the water barrier.

I grabbed his staff and his uproar item.

“Dragonbug, there!”

I pointed towards where Miracle Queen was. A crazy idea coming to mind.

If it messes up Dragonbug’s power so thoroughly with just a touch to her yo-yo, not even her, I just need to hit Miracle Queen.

She opened a hole and I threw the staff through. Ignoring her laugh I sent the uproar item through next.

The bee/wasp things exploded into confetti.

Dragonbug let the water shield fall. Sending her yo-yo out to grab Miracle Queen she dragged her to us.

I quickly grabbed the now discoball source of her power with my Cataclysm.

Dragonbug is great at figuring out the plan.

The other three that were under control quickly straightened.

“Longg, Tikki, Divide.”

Longg split off of her, she smiled at him.

I nodded though, best I copy her.

“Sass, Plagg, Divide.” I caught Sass as he came off, smiling gently.

He winked at me.

“No more evil doing for you, little akuma. It’s time to de-evilize!”

She flicked her yo-yo out, snapping up the akuma. “Gotcha.”

“Bye bye little butterfly.”

Chloe changed back to normal, or well, changed by to Queen Bee.

I turned to look at Hawkmoth, best keep an eye on the enemy.

He laughed, letting out another akuma.

Chloe lit up, grabbing for the akuma.

How dare she!

Ladybug caught the akuma, purifying it as well.

“Hawkmoth is our enemy, Chloe. He can’t get ahold of the Miracle Box!”

I glared at Chloe, “How dare you. This is willingly working with him. A terrorist.”

“Well I’m not on your side anymore!”

“So then you’re a terrorist.”

She glared, “You didn’t want me. How many times did I ask to fight alongside you? And how many times have you refused to give me back my Miraculous. How many huh?”

My glare intensified. “It’s not YOUR Miraculous.”

She glared at me, “Hawkmoth isn’t my enemy, he’s yours! And the Miracle Box is mine!”

“He’s an enemy of the city! Of the country! Siding with him, Chloe you’re a criminal. You’ll be arrested for this!”

Ladybug nodded, “Chloe!”

Chloe ignored us, sitting down and opening the box.

She started to put on all the jewelry, a necklace, a hair pin, a bracelet thing, a ring, a nose ring, an anklet, another necklace.

“No Chloe don’t do that!”

“Oh yes I am, I’m going to be the most powerful Miraculous wielder there ever was!”

Hawkmoth’s laughter in the background only made me angrier.

This spoiled brat thought that she could get away with literal terrorism? That there would be no consequences of this.

I glanced down at my baton.

Hmm.

I hit record.

“I don’t even need to do anything! I knew you were one of us, Chloe Bourgeois!”

Chloe laughed madly, throwing her arms out.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Transform me!”

The kwamis seemed entirely unimpressed.

“She doesn’t even know our names!”

“You didn’t give the right commands!”

“Or say please for that matter.”

“I am your queen!” She cried, “The queen of the Miraculous! I command you to tell me how to proceed!”

I frowned as my ring beeped, I don’t have much time left.

“Then the Guardian will be at my mercy!”

I glanced back at Hawkmoth, well, that’s going great.

“Your friends are about to transform back! You’re on your own. Checkmate, Ladybug.”

Her eye’s narrowed, she scanned the area and nodded.

“I still have one move left Hawkmoth,” She flashed a smile at me.

“Lucky Charm!”

She threw her yo-yo up, a blur of ladybugs and a keyring fell into her hand.

She frowned, “A keyring? What am I supposed to do with this?”

She looked around frowning.

Hawkmoth laughed some more.

I don’t really hate people, but I think I can make an exception for Hawkmoth. And Chloe.

“Nothing! There’s nothing you can do! My plan was perfect! You can’t beat me!”

I squinted.

He sucks.

She looked around more, before turning to me.

“I can’t figure it out!”

“It’s okay Ladybug. Take a deep breath, center yourself, then focus. You’ve got this. You’re the smartest girl I know.”

She breathed in slowly, then let out the breath. Closing her eyes, she just breathed for a moment.

Then she looked around again.

Her expression faltered when she saw the Master again.

“I-“

“Hey,” I stepped closer, gently holding her shoulders, “Look at me. Nothing else. Just me. It’s okay.”

“But it’s my fault. If I hadn’t forgotten to de-transform.”

“Then Hawkmoth might’ve found out your identity and found the Master.”

“But- I- It’s my fault. I’m the worst Ladybug to ever exist!” She dropped against my chest.

“No Ladybug,” The Master called down, “You are the best Miraculous holder I’ve ever met. You made mistakes, but who hasn’t? What matters is to fix them. And you always, always miraculously knew how to fix everything, right?”

“But what should I do Master!?”

“You hold all the keys Ladybug. You always have. And you will be the most magnificent of the Guardians.”

“What!?” Hawkmoth snapped.

“Master!” The Kwamis cried.

“No!”

“Don’t do it!”

“I, Want Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box and name Ladybug the new Guardian!”

My eyes widened what-

He lit up with white light.

The miracle box in front of Chloe lit up as well, a blur of light as it changed form.

An egg of Red with Black spots, though it looked… off.

The Master’s transformation ended, the egg dropped from the air, landing in Chloe’s hands.

“No! It’s my Miracle Box, MINE! I’m the Guardian! I’m the Queen!”

Selfish brat.

“Hawkmoth! Tell him to give me my box back!”

Hawkmoth turned away, scooping up Mayura. The Sentimonster started away.

My eyes narrowed.

“I’ll go after them, you grab the box.”

She nodded, “Good luck.”

I tried to follow, but the Sentimonster was too fast. I wouldn’t be able to catch up. Better I go back to Ladybug. In case she needs any help, however unlikely.

I returned in time to see her take the bee back from Chloe, and to hear Chloe yell about leaving with ‘mummy’.

I landed by Ladybug as the spoiled brat stomped off.

“Sorry, I couldn’t catch them. But, Chloe can’t get away with this.”

She looked away, “I know.”

I nodded.

We both quickly turned to leap up to the Master.

“Master,” she cried, crouching beside him, “Master wake up!”

She let out a half sob, I crouched beside her, touching her shoulder.

“Master? Master? Please…” she whispered.

He groaned.

The little kwami suddenly swept behind ladybug. Why did it-

“Oh, Such pretty costumes. Who are you.”

I felt Ladybug’s horror.

“Oh no,” I whispered, “Did he… did he lose his memory?”

The kwami pressed against Ladybug’s back.

“It’s the rule of the Guardians. Their memory gets erased when they pass on the box, to protect the secret identities of the Miraculous holders.”

“It’s all good,” Marinette said, her smile hiding the pain that her song held, “We’re friends sir.”

“Well, nice to meet you!” The Master said.

“Goodbye, Master.” The kwami whispered, dropping as his song ached with longing and sadness.

“Wait, Ladybug,” I turned to her, “You still have to cast the cure.”

She perked up, “Do you think-“

“I don’t know, I don’t know enough about the Miraculous. But it might be possible.”

“Of course.”

She pulled out the keychain that really did nothing for anyone.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The ladybugs swarmed around us, around the city.

“Master! Do you remember me?”

The hope in her song was almost painful.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, young lady, but this is the first time I’ve ever set eyes on you.”

The crash was hard. I might not know him, but he was Ladybug’s Master, and it’s clear that she loves him dearly.

The pain in her song, the resignation. I took her hand, trying to offer comfort.

“Yes, of course.”

“I guess since he did it to himself, and it had nothing to do with Chloe…”

“My magical ladybugs couldn’t do anything.” She whispered.

“It’s a shame you threw such a pretty keyring away.” The Master said, “I could’ve used it for my key. They were matching too.”

Ladybug gasped.

I blinked, oh, that’s what the keyring was for.

She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

We helped him down, then de-transformed back at the park.

“Thank you Luka.” She said, putting Longg’s Miraculous back in the box.

I handed her the snake Miraculous.

She stared at it for a long moment, before shaking her head.

“No, you were a huge help today.”

Plagg nodded, “Yeah, you did good for a first time cat.”

She locked eyes with me.

“Luka Couffaine, will you accept the duty of holding and guarding the snake Miraculous, putting it’s safety above your own, and use it to defend this city in times of need?”

I gasped, staring for a long moment before I swallowed. Nodding.

“I will.”

She needs me, I won’t let her down.

“Then Luka, you will keep Sass with you, reveal him to nobody, and when you are called, come to aid the city.”

She smiled, tears gathering.

“I’ll stand by you now and forever Marinette.”

“Thank you.” She lunged forward to hug me, “Thank you.”

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Ships and Shells (Pt.3)

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Virgil woke up a short while later, cold, confused, and certainly not in any sort of holding cell.

No, instead, he was floating, underwater. But he was breathing, and it felt safe and natural for him to be there.

Virgil opened his mouth, he felt water rush through his lungs, and yet still, he could breathe.

"Ok- so this is definitely a dream-" Virgil said aloud, reaching his hand out to gather a group of jellyfish around him.

"I see the prince of the seas has already adjusted to his home environment," Virgil froze as he heard a voice from behind him. A woman swam out from a darkened part of the water. She had charcoal-like black hair, her skin was that of gold or copper, with a sort of spotted blue, navy, and dark grey quality around her hairline and her arms. But what Virgil recognized most quickly, were the striking light purple eyes, almost the exact same as his own.

"Who are you-" Virgil swam backwards a bit, trying to put some distance between the two of them.

"Oh of course you dont recognize me, I should have expected this, after all, you look so much more like your father," the woman gave a sad look at her tail, blue and silver scales shimmering, though no light was hitting them.

"How do you know my father." Virgil said, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer.

"Why, how could I not? A striking young man visits me by sneaking out to sea every night, proposes, begs me to allow him passage into the kingdom of the sea, and, the very night that I wish to bring him, is stolen from me by a princess with nothing better to do than ruin the lives of the merfolk she so fears and despises," said the woman.

Virgil stared at her for a moment, processing the words.

"Of course, you dont get your passion for rebellion from nowhere my dear, a man who so loves a woman that he'd give up all he has for her cannot be stopped by such trivial things as arranged marriage, and thus, we hatched a plan," the woman continued, barely acknowledging Virgil's look of concentration as he tried to piece together the rest of the puzzle.

"We would produce a scandal, the child of a mermaid queen and a human king is hardly easy to hush up after all, or so I thought," she continued, Virgil seemed to come to several conclusions at that moment.

"But oh did she try, and she tried very hard, didnt she, banning him from seeing me, whisking you away as soon as you were born, and I've watched you ever since then, I've seen what vile things they've done, seen how they dare disrespect your homeland, parading you around as the prince of seas you'd never once touched, as far as they knew," Virgil was quiet for a long while after that.

"So you're my-"

"Mother, yes, Queen Valshara, of the seven seas," said the queen, bowing her head.

"But why are you only telling me this now? And why cant you get me off this stupid ship?" Virgil said, now feeling mildly skeptical.

"Oh Virgil do pay attention please, I know you're smarter than this," the queen said with a roll of her eyes.

"Let me guess, false-mother dearest?" Virgil replied.

"See, you're learning awfully quickly," Valshara smiled.

"And the ship? Did your plan involve getting kidnapped by pirates?" Virgil said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well how else are you supposed to inherit your birth right? You need transportation dont you?" Valshara said, checking her nails.

"Well note to the next monarch who tries this, hire pirates who arent obscenely annoying and dont lock you in cells for weeks at a time," Virgil responded.

And then he felt ill again, not in the painful way he had before he woke up here, but ill nonetheless.

"Wake up! Come on you beautiful idiot wake up," someone was shaking him, rather frantically it seemed, and they sounded terrified. Virgil let out a groan and blinked a few times, earning a sigh of relief from whoever it was.

"Wh-wha?-" Virgil blinked a few more times, sitting up slightly and groaning.

"Ahbapapapap- no you dont, you're staying right where you are until you feel better," and then he recognized the voice, Remus' voice.

"Why do you care?" Virgil muttered.

"Because, in case your muttering is anything to go off of, if I dont bring you back alive and unharmed I'll have a very angry merfolk queen on my hands, and frankly I dont want to deal with that," Remus responded, Virgil couldve sworn he detected a hint of guilt in his voice.

"I dont see the point in bringing me back anyway, I'm absolute garbage at royal stuff," Virgil muttered, Remus shot him an incredulous look.

"Oh dont give me that, what do you know about my ability to rule over things, youd never even met me before you kidnapped me," Virgil responded.

"Well I've certainly heard about you, and besides, I dont think ruling is a skill so much as an art form, you find the one that fits you and your subjects best, and then you practice it until its perfected," Remus said.

"I appreciate the sentiment but I dont think I can take government advice from a pirate," Virgil said, rolling over slightly to look Remus in the eyes properly.

"Well, why not an equal then?" Remus replied. Virgil looked at him a few seconds more, and then gave a shrug of indifference.

"So how far out are you going anyways?" Virgil asked, he figured now that he knew where they were going, Remus couldnt hide it from him anymore.

"Miles, but we have to stop at every town we come across just to stock up, it's not an easy journey, returning a merman to the sea," Remus said, flashing another grin, those silver fangs of his glinting in the lantern light.

"I'm not a merman," Virgil responded.

"You're part merfolk, and you're a man, ergo, merman," Remus said, Virgil felt a twinge of happiness in his chest.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Virgil rolled his eyes.

"You keep up with the sass and I'm gonna have to put you back in the cell," Remus said with a laugh.

"Oh really? But I thought I was supposed to stay here until I was healthy again?" Virgil said, propping his head on his fist and smirking.

"Alright, called my bluff, maybe you arent as stupid as you look," Remus responded, Virgil hit him over the head with a pillow.

A full month on a pirate ship, and, by some odd miracle, or maybe a curse, Virgil seemed to find himself enjoying Remus' company, almost like friendship, but not quite there, not yet at least.

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[janeykath318]

Darcy and the Prince (Shieldshock)

“I’m going to be so happy when this is over and we can all get on with our lives,” grumbled Darcy, as she helped her friend into her very beautiful white wedding dress, fit for the princess Jane was about to become. Jane had met the Asgardian Prince Thor while visiting the country on a science quest (as Darcy referred to her research trips) and the two had, against all odds, fallen head over heels in love and became engaged a year later. Despite the meddlings, of Thor’s troublemaking brother Loki, they’d made it to the wedding day and Darcy was playing bridesmaid and generally trying to keep Jane from going full bridezilla. 

“Hmm, maybe you’ll be singing a different tune once you’ve met some of Thor’s friends,” Jane suggested, as she was buttoned up. “He knows a lot of attractive, single, people.”

Darcy rolled her eyes and grimaced as she worked on the last few buttons. 

“Ugh. NO, JANE. I do not need that drama in my life right now. I’m gonna finish my masters, then go globe-trotting and enjoy being single and free. Men are more trouble than they’re worth.”

“Sometimes I want to wring Ian’s neck for what he did to you,” Jane said vehemently. Darcy’s last boyfriend had turned out to be an utter cheating scum and she’d ended up with a broken heart, hence her general annoyance with men. 

“Thor and I got our revenge,” Darcy said, smiling at the memory. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to trust again. Don’t be sad, Janie. I’m super happy to have you and Thor and Eric as buddies. Now, let’s get finished so we can get you down that aisle!”

Before she knew it, Darcy was preceding Jane down the aisle and trying not to start bawling. She was a shameless wedding weeper and knew it would be even worse this time since it was her best friend getting married. 

As she blinked rapidly, she took a glance up front where a beaming Thor was standing, along with several other very striking, very well dressed men. She caught the eye of a gorgeous blonde decked out in full prince uniform and he smiled at her, which did funny things to her insides and it took all her self control to not stare at him through the whole ceremony. 

Of course, by the time the happy couple kissed and was announced as husband and wife, Darcy could barely see through her tears and just hoped she’d grabbed the right man’s arm to walk her back down the aisle. 

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled to her unknown escort. “I always weep an embarrassing amount at weddings and these dresses NEVER have pockets to stash tissues in.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” a very pleasant voice answered. “I admit, I shed some tears as well. Luckily, I always carry a back up handkerchief. Here.”

A soft cloth was pressed into her hand, and Darcy gratefully accepted it, finally managing to wipe the tears away. Vision cleared, she was able to see her helpful person and let out a gasp as she saw it was the gorgeous blonde princey dude. Up close, it was clear she’d grabbed the arm of Prince Steven, one of the most swooned over royalties to ever grace the papers. 

“Wow, thanks, your highness,” she said breathlessly. “I’m afraid this thing is ruined. It looks like my waterproof mascara is not actually waterproof.”

She held up the handkerchief, which was now smeared with black streaks. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Prince Steven said, pretty blue eyes crinkling in a smile. “Like I said, I’ve got extra.”

“You’re the best,” Darcy blurted, then turned red. “Ohmm….. I’m gonna go repair the damages before they start the pictures. Will you let Jane and Thor know where I’ve gone? It should only take a few minutes.”

“Sure,” the Prince said kindly. “And please, call me Steve.”

Darcy ventured to look back at him, and saw nothing but genuine friendliness in his kind eyes. She fell a bit in love right there.

“Nice to meet you…...Steve,” she managed, a tad shyly. “I’m Darcy, by the way.”

“Lewis?” he asked, recognition appearing in his expression.

“The very same,” she confirmed. “I take it Thor’s mentioned me?” 

“He sure has,” Steve answered. “He calls you his lightning sister and is frequently expounding on your wit, brains, and beauty. I’d have to agree with him. You are stunning.”

Darcy felt herself blush like a tomato. 

“You’re one to talk, Prince GQ,” she sassed, to cover up her internal freak out over his compliment. “Be right back!” 

With that she picked up her skirts and swished off to the restroom, leaving Steve looking after her with great amusement and interest. Darcy Lewis was a very strikingly lovely woman and the blue dress she was wearing greatly flattered her figure and emphasized her bright blue eyes. Thor had tried to set him up with her before, but Steve had stubbornly refused. Now that he’d met her, He thought he’d been an idiot. 

“Are you well, Darcy?” Thor inquired, when she had rejoined the others.

“Yeah. My mascara betrayed me and made me start looking like one of those goth rock stars,” she told him. “That’s the Last time I use THAT brand. Congratulations, by the way.”

She offered up hugs to the happy couple, before they were whisked away for pictures with the official royal photographer. 

Spotting Steve, she casually strolled over and watched a bit as he talked to a group of individuals, who must have been his friends, because he looked so much more relaxed and was laughing and smiling in a very jovial manner. He kept his public persona very buttoned up and stiff, so seeing him like this was utterly fascinating and Darcy was becoming more and more attracted every minute. She chatted with Bruce Banner for a little bit, then helped Jane manage her train in between shots. 

They were so cute together, it was almost sickening. Thor looked at Jane like she was his whole universe and Jane looked at Thor like he was the only man in existence. 

“I want to look at someone the way she looks at him,” Darcy murmured, half to herself, half to the blue and gold clad figure who had joined her. 

“Me too,” Steve agreed, sounding very wistful. 

“Shouldn’t be that hard for you, dude,” she pointed out. 

He chuckled ruefully, blushing a bit.

“I’ve discovered there’s a big difference between starstruck lust, and real love and I haven’t seemed to find the latter yet. Most of them aren’t interested in getting to know the real me at all.”

“That’s sad,” Darcy told him. “You seem like you’d be very interesting, once you get past the whole princely trappings and regal persona. Tell me, Steve, what makes you tick?”

Steve turned to look at her, and she felt like the blue eyes were piercing through her, searching for something. Whatever he saw, it must have eased his mind, because he took a deep breath and started talking.

“For one thing, I’m very passionate about using my position to do as much good as I can, not be just some stuffed shirt figurehead,” he told her. “I’m also very fond of the arts and am in the process of starting an art school for underprivileged kids. I’m hoping they’ll let me teach, because I love to draw and paint.”

“That’s awesome,” Darcy said warmly, giving him an approving nod.

“I also love dogs and help out at the shelters whenever I can.” He continued. “They’re so much more pleasant than dealing with parliament.” 

Darcy laughed at the distaste in his voice, but never got a chance to say anything else, because duty called. They shared a few looks across the room, and Steve shamelessly winked at her once when she pretended to strike a diva pose. 

They didn’t get close enough to actually talk again until the reception, when he sauntered up to Darcy as she was giggling at a ridiculous archery joke Clint had made. 

“Excuse me. Darcy, would you care for a dance?” He asked, holding out a white-gloved hand.

“Y-you’re asking me?” Darcy squeaked. 

“I don’t see any other Darcys around here, unless one of you has something to tell me,” Steve said dryly, squinting at Clint, Natasha, and Bruce, all of whom knew him. 

“Nope, not it,” Clint said, shaking his head.

“She’d love to,” Nastasha answered, giving Darcy a nudge forward.

“Yeah, I would, “ Darcy managed, taking the offered hand nervously.  Steve’s hand closed around hers and she felt a tingle up her spine.

She was in a dreamy daze as the prince expertly guided her around the floor. It was clear his princely education had included good dance technique and he was absolutely courtly about it. 

“Now, Darcy, it’s your turn to tell me what makes YOU tick,” he said after a few minutes of silently gazing at her. 

“Well, I live fueled by coffee and sarcasm, I majored in political science, and I’m not afraid to use my taser on creeps and jerks,” she told him proudly. “Also, I may have a thing for tall blonde princes.”

“Is that so?” He asked, a dangerously flirty tone in his voice.

“Yup,” she admitted. “Which is a little inconvenient seeing as how I’ve sworn off men.”

“That is too bad,” Steve agreed. “Any chance of possibly changing your mind?” 

“I’ll certainly let you try,” she told him, struggling to keep her mind from its fantasies about his magnificent broad shoulders and muscular arms. 

“Good,” Steve said, with another one of his stunning smiles. (If he kept doing that, there was no way she would be able to hold out long.)

“You look like you’re already planning your persuasive tactics,” she told him.

“Well, they don’t call me The Prince With A Plan for nothing,” Steve said, twirling Darcy around dramatically. Yeah, she was in SO much trouble. 

[pokedash55]

Acronix X Coffee Robot Crack AU

SUGGEST READING MY ECHO MEETS ACRONIX FIC BEFORE THIS

IT BUILDS ON THIS WACKY WORLD OF MINE

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To summarize//TL;DR: Acronix falls out of the time vortex at the light house a befriends Echo Zane, learns empathy and put Echo on Social media so everyone knows he exists now. 

-After he leaves echo zane with a borg watch he finds himself back in Ninjago

-Stalks borg and his fam like a creep

-Jay introduces Echo to the dyer family

-Echo and unagami are siblings now

-Acronix is kinda like Echos big brother

-But no one else accepts this

-Zane and Pix give skeptical and menacing, “if you touch him” glares

-Unagami is confused babi and likes their new brother echo

-So Like One day it’s Borg, Pix, Zane, Jay, Unagami, Echo, and Milton dyer, and Acronix in a room together  (Fic on that later :3 )

-The whole fam

-Nixie just lingers around borg tower saying random junk sometimes

-Acronix : “You either die a villian or live long enough to see yourself become…”

-Pix: “A very annoying customer who is about to be escorted out of the building?”

-“UH NO. Wrong answer Pix (“dont call me pix”). REDEEMED. Cause I’m like… totally redeemed now”

-Just holds up a high five for the room and left hanging by everyone

-Jay’s like :Yeeeoree not part of our group”

-So like Acronix and Echo Zane are bro’s now cause I said so??

-Everyone: Nix is part of the Borg Family

-Me: Well YES, but actually no

-This isn't really a Future thing

-In this they're mostly frenemies kinda??

-But Acronix does really like him and borg tower and Borg is too nice to throw him out XD

-Acronix has zip money and doesn’t FEEL like looking for Krux rn

-Gets his morning coffee everyday bro

-Starts crushin on the Coffee manager (naming her shannon after the voice actor)

-His routine is basically wake up, coffee, Shannon, stalk borg, watch memes, think about looking for kux than fall asleep on phone

-Posts bout his lil bro alot (echo)

-Posts about Shannon ALOT

-Many many selfies of him an his coffee

-Realizes he may need to get someplace to live since he had yet to venture for krux

-Shoot money is a thing he doesn’t have

-Borg be super kind like, “You can stay at my Newly renovated highly advanced Borg Hotel but you must get a job.”

-Acronix gestures at being one of those technology intern clerks at borg industries. “Is for me?”

-”Must get a job AND leave my family alone…. For now… please?”

-Borg is too nice to the guy who kidnapped him and is infatuated with living at borg tower

-Does borg live in borg tower?

-Gunna say he does

-Cause Acronix just LOITERS in borg tower 24/7

-Like its like hours after closing of the downstairs shop and Pix is like getting her suit on and forcefully escorting Nixie out of the premises

-So anyway Nix has to get a job

-Ugh entry level Jobs are SO beneath him.

-Pouts uwu

-Gets a job as a barista to at least have fun with someone cool

-Ronin notices that sales have gone up in the coffee shop since Acronix has started hanging around there, because the girls think he’s pretty and he posts a lot on social media.

-Ronin wants this, but doesn’t want to have to actually pay Acronix for being a faceman.

-Hires him “as a barista”. Basically he hires Acronix to sit at the counter and look pretty, while giving the joint free advertising.

-Acronix totally doesn’t notice this and is fine with being completely exploited and underpaid.)

-Acronix X Coffee Bot! (In this she’s named Shannon)

-Shannon is like… chill and rude, but never offensive

-Cheats in chess

-Smug about it too like deamn she mean

-Epic moves (Both spinny sign and juggling. And makes epic coffee)

-Unflinching at a fire

-Complete apathy

-Throws "Floyds"  teapot plan away immediately cause she doesn’t get paid enough for this sh*t

-Says she doesn’t drink coffee but than is seen drinking coffee that lier

-Bad habit of Ignoring stufft. Ignores the upgrade, ignores her lie detector, ignores the fact the -machine is literally ice frozen

-She wears a miniskirt and a crop top/bra thingy to WORK. On the clock! savage

-Nixie is confirmed to get crushes easily and like powerful/ mean woman (Machia)

-Also he has no shame in liking nonhumans

-Love technology so would totally vibe with her

-Robotsexual for sure

-Powercouple

-Since she is still A.I, so Nix’s outgoing and I don’t care i'm great loud personality would really surprise her and she’d be inspired/impressed by his lack of chill and lack of care

-She has a bit of sass and goth hot topic to her but also still has that robot innocence that would blend nicely with Acronix since he is also Abrasive and rude on the outside, but is a tad of a softy coward (He hugs his bro and cowers behind him and gets adorably defensive when he snarks at him)

-He’d teach her so much about being more alive… maybe a bad influence but she’d dig it

-He calls her Shay almost constantly

-He hates being called Nix

-Like he is a prideful warrior who expects people to use his full name in respect

-But Shannon is too cool for that

-Calls him Nix sometimes anyway

-Respects her boldness

-The audacity to do so without permission!

-Shannon owns a motorcycle because come on

-Ridin home on a sick bike together

-Stealin stuff when people aren’t looking

-Banned from Ronin thrift shop for sure (they're lucky they weren't fired after that night. But he literally can't fire shannon)

-Chill on friday nights at Laughys karaoke.

-Not singing, just laughing at how stupid other people look singing drunk kareoke

-So a jock dork egotist and a apathetic punk bot walk into a bar

-Dareth honestly doesn’t know this guy was the one sending snakes after his trophies so he just treats him like a normal costumer

-Neither of them care about Dareth’s attempts at small talk.

-Too busy loving themselves like idiots

-She kicks his ass in strategy video games and he destroys her in battle royal stuff

-Both are equally bored by like Animal crossing and other fake life games YAWN so much work

-Shannon enjoys the thrill of racing games

-Nixie plays em but it’s not his best game

-Both GEAMMERS (but in a frighteningly cool way. They somehow both avoid nerd status… nixie still a dork tho. Jock dork)

-She makes coffee art of her hubbies face.

-He gives her so much social media attention

-Acronix gives her coffee shop media rep and he loves the petty feeling of beating Wu at something

-She doesn’t quite get his excitement in it (cause she’s on neutral terms with Wu) but loves the media attention

-She doesn’t get his phrases and he finds that both aggravating and endearing

-“Um I’m Aconic”

-Shannon: “So you’ve been lying about your name this whole time?

-Acronix: “...?”

-“That's honestly sick”

-Acronix “… “

-One day they joy ride on a motorcycle

-End up loitering around borg tower

-Borg officially meets Shannon and is interested in her origin

-Her design is not like he has seen but it also seems familiar

-She says she doesn't remember much other than working for ronin

-"Ronin" borg mutters spitefully

-He has a history of y'know.. Messing with his tech (dismantling pixal and selling zane hmmm)

-Does a diagnostic code scan

-Acronix worried bout his bae and hyped he was actually invited in for once.

-Progress on that "friendship"

-He discovers her model and general code is similar if not almost exactly the same as pixal’s code

-Ronin scrapped together with some mechanical help from his friends the walkers to make a functioning robot manager with borg tech he scrounged up and a stolen copy of pixal’s blueprints ( maybe he took pictures of them when he sold her to chen) and specs so he wouldn't have to pay for multiple employees. Just having the one really efficient one would save him thousands

-So shannon is pixals sister

-And her parents are The walkers, Ronin, and borg

-The family tree only grows people

-So Acronix is apart of the ninja family now if he marries Shannon

-Here's a chart if you're as confused as I am here:

-Anyway Shay doesn't really care much

- Her expression doesn't change

-She had never really gone out of her way to worry where she was from so it wasn't a huge revelation

-It was to nixie tho

-As the extravert he was (and has extensive experience of being a sibling) he had to make sure she got to know her new family NOW

-Like in the middle of the night now

-He never waits for things to happen

-Pix is first and she is about to power down for the night when...

-DOOR SLAMS OPEN

-"Hi SIS!!" Acronix just screams

-"hey. I'm like your sister now." Obvi shannon is more lowkey about it

-Shannon and pixal mildly get along

-Questions her taste in men alot

-Acronix chills in the back already bored and ready to move on.

-Although he's annoyed by them, the ninja were next up

-Zane and Jay are both family now

-Shannon starting to think he's using all this to fill the void of his brother being gone.

-Cause she has no interest for or against meeting these people but Nix sees it as urgent

-But he seems happier than usual so she'll let him throw her name around for a while. She did mooch off his social media so it was only fair

-Anyway eventually Acronix does find his brother, and tries to explain this whole mess to his less-than-thrilled twin

-God once Krux gets back tho

-“Hey bro! I married a robot she’s amazing!”

-He’s just taking selfies with her in hot topic outfits both of them

-“God no my brothers Robotsexual. My worst nightmares have been realized”

-Krux can only stare in horror at the people his brother now considers “family”

-Wu’s students?!, Robots!?, what EVEN IS AI?!?!?

-He eventually gets over it

-eventually maybe

-At least he can admire her attitude

-Will still mess with his bro tho.

-This is the worst timeline imaginable.

-But I can't apologize for art

[minhomas-tmr]

The Lies I Tell Myself - Chapter 4

The plane ride was short but too much turbulence if anyone wanted Minho’s true opinion. Also the landing was terrible…

Bad flying or not, Thomas slept through it all, hair fluffed up cutely as he leaned on his side. Unknown to him, Minho at some point lifted the armrest between their seats, so Thomas ended up curled against Minho instead.

Seeing more than one person smiling as they passed them, had him soak up the misunderstanding since an actual relationship with Thomas would probably never happen. It was good to know however, that they were convincible enough to pass as a couple.

Minho understood where they were coming from though. Thomas hardly slept these days between homework and his family meeting Minho—so Thomas being adorable and snuggling in to get comfortable?

God help him, he had it bad. — “Ugh, how could you not tell me they were passing snacks, huh?”

“Shut your whining and grab the baggage would you?” Minho suppressed an eye-roll. “When we get to the hotel, I’ll call room service, okay?”

“Is that allowed?” Thomas asked as they followed signs for the exit.

“Yeah it’s all paid for. The to-be-family rich or something?”

“Hefty trust fund,” Thomas muttered unhappily. “It was a requirement for her,”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah, I know right?”

“No, I mean the car they sent to pick us up,” Minho pointed to the BMW with Thomas’ name on the plaque their driver was holding. “You sure she dislikes you?”

“She’s bragging.” Thomas insisted. “I’m only here because mom wanted me to be remember? Uhh…what are you doing?”

“Surely you know the concept of opening a door for someone else?” Minho couldn’t suppress the eye roll this time and gently pushed Thomas in when he just stood by it. As the driver started the car, he leaned in to peck Thomas softly on the cheek and thread his fingers through Thomas’.

He pretended not to notice his fake boyfriend’s face turn tomato-red. — “Not bad…” Thomas walked into their suite. “He must be really rich or something, if everyone’s rooms look like this…” When he turned to Minho, he was greeted with an annoyed look. “What??”

“You’re being ridiculous. She took sides sure but maybe, dunno maybe she’s trying to buy your love? Rich or no, only visiting family would get this royal treatment,”

“Maybe the fiancée suggested it?” Thomas offered.

“Quite possibly,” Minho smiled and weirdly that made Thomas relax, but there sure didn’t last, “Looks like we’ll have to order room service when we get back. I’ve laid out your clothes here by the way…”

Thomas grabbed the clothes and dashed to the washroom to change into his blazer outfit. He was acting like an idiot right now, but he would act 100% more idiotic if he had to watch Minho change.

By the time he was done, Minho was ready. Was there anything he didn’t look good in? Minho gave him a quick once over, “You look exactly like I thought you would,” he smirked.

“Fuckable?” Thomas blushed.

“Decent, clean and polite more like,” his flatmate approached him, casually fixing Thomas’ hair and he let it go on until he grew suspicious that Minho was teasing him now.

“If you want to touch me so much, you don’t have to only do it here remember? I’m your boyfriend. Or even…we don’t have to go to the brunch right? We can just stay in and get room service...”

“Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I gave into all your demands?”

Thomas turned to him, “A good one!”

“You’re lucky you’re white and cute, Thomas.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, you’re precious,” Minho pecked Thomas on his lips sweetly and turned around before he realized what he just did. Composing his face, Minho turned back around to Thomas staring at him wide eyed.

“Test run?” Thomas offered timidly.

Minho took it with both hands and ran with it. “Already feels natural doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah.” Minho echoed. Shit.

“You look too fuckable for a welcome brunch,” Thomas swiftly changed subjects to a moderately safer one.

“Devour-a-ble would you say?” Minho’s sass was back.

“You’re lucky you’re hot! Because your jokes are seriously terrible.” Thomas eyed Minho’s lips, debated giving him a peck to continue the joke but he wasn’t that brave.

Or rather he was afraid he might not stop. “Which reminds me,” he said out loud, “brunch is tame. Maybe hold hands but no kissing?”

“Why? Forgot your lessons already? You want a refresher?” Minho teased.

“Unfortunately we don’t have the time…” Thomas sighed, “That would have been wayy more fun than having to see Teresa and the poor bastard marrying her. I don’t know if I should congratulate him or apologize,”

“Would kissing you shut you up?”

“Try it,” the words were out of his mouth before he even registered it. Minho had a calculative look in his eyes but turned away in the end, mumbling something about a watch.

Thomas mentally facepalmed. — Minho really did look devour-able and Thomas should have protested the outfit when he had the chance.

He couldn’t hide his smugness though, when as soon as he stepped out the car, Minho held his hand as they walked into the back gate of the venue, decorated in soft hues.

“So what’s the game plan?”

“Umm let’s see…Say hi to Teresa, make sure my mom does not talk to you, and get out right after we eat?”

“Wow Thomas. I didn’t know you were so keen on the promise of room service? Don’t know if they have flight snacks on the menu,” Minho laughed as Thomas pushed him away playfully. “And why keep me away from your mom? I’m great with people!”

“I know,” Thomas grumbled, threading his fingers with Minho’s absently. “That’s the problem. Everyone you meet manages to fall in love with you. My mom can’t fall victim to you too.”

“You’re making me sound like a serial killer,” Minho joked, “You fell victim too then?”

“I’m your boyfriend aren’t I?” Thomas rolled his eyes. They were still a little away from the crowd of guests.

Technically they didn’t have to put on their act yet, so when Minho paused for that millisecond, Thomas realized what he’d said. For once, he did a great job at convincingly pretending obliviousness. — People were looking at them. A lot. Thomas starting to feel self-conscious, leaned closer to Minho and gripped his hand tighter.

Though it didn’t show on his face, Minho bent down to whisper in Thomas’s ear, sounding worried, “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Thomas admitted softly.

Minho tilted his head up slightly caressing his cheek. “I’m here. I won’t leave you,” He had no idea how much those words meant to Thomas, the significance of them, the difference it made. He relaxed...he was safe.

Minho threaded their fingers once more and Thomas walked in with more confidence, pointing to people he knew and titbits about them.

But the one person he didn’t get an opportunity to point out, was suddenly in front of him. Thomas’ smile slipped and Minho picked on it immediately.

“Thomas.” Gally completely ignored Minho and something about that irked him but he’d be cordial.

“Gally.”

“You know when I heard you were bringing a boyfriend, I was a little disappointed. I thought we could mend things, you know? But knowing you...you move fast don’t you?”

Thomas saw the malicious glint in his eye, before he turned to Minho, “be careful about this one..the next pretty thing and he’s gone,”

“Is that so?” Minho replied mildly. “And who are you? Thomas never mentioned you. Friends of the groom? Speaking of..I’d like to meet him. Do you know where we can find him?”

“Uhh..”

Gally was thrown off and Thomas suppressed his smile. Minho could definitely be intimidating on first meet. He exuded confidence and admittedly Thomas had a different reaction to most, but it was there alright!

“Hm. I guess we can find him ourselves..Gully is it? Nice to meet you Gully,” he smiled, then turned to Thomas. — ‘Wait here, don’t talk to anybody’ was what Thomas had said, but seriously it wasn’t his fault that there were only two other asians apart from him, and both were from the Groom’s party.

Minho wasn’t even sure why Thomas had abandoned him and didn’t have much time to ponder before he was joined by a boy with curly brown hair and a perfectly round face.

“Hi there,” he frowned, “I don’t know you. Bride or Groom’s side?”

Minho was a bit taken aback by the directness at first, but shrugged, “Boyfriend of Bride’s side I suppose,”

“You suppose? And who is this boyfriend of yours?”

“Thomas Editton,” Minho smiled cheerfully. “I’m Minho by the way,”

“Chuck. So Thomas?”

“Yeah, he’s an awkward yet surprisingly charming individual.”

The boy was downright frowning now.“I don’t know about the charming part…”

“Oh so you know him?” Minho whispered conspiratorially. “We kind of started dating by the second week of college, so any embarrassing stories you can spare? He has so much ammo on me because my friends insist on sharing every fail in my life, and I sort of need some, see?”

“I see,” The chubby boy seemed to be warming up to him and Minho looked into his soft brown eyes, feeling a famil—oh shit. Of all the people to spot him first, it had to be one of Thomas’ relatives.

“Well he has a terrible sense of fashion?”

“Oh boy am I well aware,” Minho looked around for his ‘boyfriend’ and seemed to spot Thomas the same time he did Minho. A quick look at Minho’s current talking companion and Thomas’ shoulders relaxed.

“What was that about?”

“Wants me suppressing my serial killer instincts,” Minho said without thinking.

“An inside joke I assume?”

“An inside one, yeah,” Minho laughed, but his eyes softened as he watched Thomas make his way towards them. “He’s something special that one…”

Chuck eyed Minho, “You really do know him, huh?” Minho pursed his lips, not sure what to say. “Well, as disaapointed I was at Thomas keeping you a secret for so long, I’m happy for you guys. Just be patient with him, okay?”

“Every day’s a struggle,” Minho joked, but Chuck didn’t seem to be teasing, so he quietened down.

“Thomas..he’s been through a lot, see. Teresa never believed him which is why that stain is here,” Chuck muttered darkly, “I guess I don’t have to tell you, cause you already know about the cheating and blaming and the..that.”

Apparently it was so bad, Chuck didn’t even want to say the word. From the titbits of what Thomas shared and his jumpiness, Minho gathered Gally must have been abusive in some way. He felt terrible for all the times he’d been impatient with Thomas’ intimacy issues.

“Honestly I didn’t think Thomas would ever get over it. I didn’t think he’d be able to trust anyone so soon…So thank you,” Chuck smiled softly. Minho didn’t know what to say so he just smiled back.

Minho stayed chatting with Chuck until a middle-aged woman joined them. Minho didn’t know what to make of this, but the look on Chuck’s face made him suspicious.

“You must be Minho I suppose. So what’s your major again?”

Minho was a bit taken aback by the swift jump in topic but he replied, “Yes, ma’am. I’m majoring in Kinesiology, specifically sports related. I’m…a part of the Varsity Track team but also taking a Minor in Art History,”

“Must be a struggle to balance so many things at once. College. Parties.” Okay definitely some scrutinizing happening.

“It was a challenge at first, yes. A lot of trial and error,” Minho smiled sheepishly, “but Thomas has been a huge part of why I found my balance…”

“Interesting…” the woman hummed and before she could get another word out, Thomas appeared it seemed out of nowhere.

“Mother!”

Minho froze. Oh shit. Luckily Mrs. Editton and Chuck were now focusing on Thomas, so he had a moment to adjust his expression.

“I-I guess you’ve met Minho then,”

“Seeing as you were going to take forever to do so, I thought to take the initiative,” she smiled. Minho couldn’t decipher if it was said in good faith, but it was definitely a tense one. Thomas fidgeted, inching towards Minho until it practically looked like he was hiding behind him.

“Are you surprised though,” Minho pitched in, wanting to save his pretend-boyfriend, “In his own words, Thomas is an awkward butterfly,” Minho commented dryly.

“It’s still a turtle, Minho!” Thomas rolled his eyes at him.

“But turtles are so plain. Butterflies are pretty. Wouldn’t you rather be pretty?” Minho said with fondness. Thomas had no right being this cute.

“I-uh..” Thomas stuttered, “I’m getting a drink—“

Minho snagged Thomas’ current wine glass. “Yes, thank you for getting me one,” he smirked as Thomas looked like he was two seconds from fleeing, consequences be damned. “Shall we?”

Thomas grabbed Minho and practically dragged him away.

“Good news is, Chuck survived my deadly charm—“ Thomas rolled his eyes, “—bad news is, you’re mom knows because of the way you were acting.”

“Yeah, yeah, so I’m not the smoothest cat in this game,”

“No. You’re a turtle.”

“What about butterflies? I thought turtles were ugly?” God help him, Thomas was actually pouting.

“You’re the one that wanted to be a turtle so bad,” Minho shrugged, leading him to the bar. “Oh good! Open bar,”

“Well now I can explore other options too, right? Should I get a beer?”

“You hated the beers, threw them out remember? Try the rum. No, no you peasant. The golden rum.”

“Mount Gay? You’re not as funny as you think, Minho.”

“Gay used to mean happy,” Minho shook his head, faking disappointment, “Besides, its expensive. Get it with coke though. You’re a lightweight.”

“When did you get so observant?” Thomas frowned but ordered Minho’s recommendation anyways. Minho avoided his stare, looking around the spacious lawn of the golf-course they were at.

“I think I found the groom,” he held Thomas by the elbow to a short freckled man with a polite smile.

“We didn’t talk about drinks,” Thomas insisted.

“Hush,”

“I—“

“Hi. I’m Aris,” A man wearing a hat that’s sign said: ‘Groom-To-Be’ In Case U Weren’t Sure’ walked up to them. “You must be Thomas and Meen-ho. Did I get that right?” he asked Thomas’ very real boyfriend.

“Good attempt! More like Min..like minutes. And Ho..like Christmas I guess,” Minho dimpled as Aris smiled widely. “Thank you for the suite the way. It’s quite generous.”

“Oh please!” Aris waved it aside, “You’re visiting family and immediate cousins. I do truly appreciate having you here, Thomas. I’ve heard so much.”

“Congratulations on getting married. Well..about to,” Thomas stated awkwardly. “Knowing Teresa there’s a running theme?”

“Yeah. ‘Expensive looking’,” Aris laughed at some inside joke they weren’t privy to. “Teal and white with ‘hints of blue’” he imitated Teresa so well, Thomas laughed.

“Sounds like Teresa,” Thomas shook his head. “Did she show you her album?”

“What album?” Aris looked intrigued.

“You don’t know?” Thomas turned to Minho including him into the conversation so he wouldn’t feel left out. “Teresa’s been building her ideal wedding since she was a ten I think. I didn’t get it personally…but I thought she’d at least use *some* of it for her actual wedding?”

“Ohh that album. No that’s more of portfolio…I’m surprised she didn’t tell you. Teresa’s a wedding planner.”

“Oh.” There was an awkward pause and Thomas looked at Minho to save him.

“The venue’s gorgeous!” was the best thing Minho could come up with. It didn’t help.

“We’re not actually that close…she’s closer to my ex. That’s who she probably told,” Thomas hunched his shoulders inward and Minho reached for his hand, squeezing it in assurance; it gave him a boost, “Well, same town so it’s expected right?”

Aris gave them a calculated look, smile dropping a little. “So you’re Gally’s ex.” Aris looked across the lawn, “Best not tell her about the room then…”

“Yeah,” Thomas said softly. He knew it, he ju—

“I’m sorry. About what happened between you two. I’ve tried, but she’s too close to him, she doesn’t see it. I apologize on her behalf,” he offered. Thomas was shocked.

“I like you, man!” Minho slapped Aris on the shoulder, grinning.

“Oh thank God, approval means sooo much to me! “You won’t believe how many people mentioned I’m shorter than her—like I don’t have eyes!” Aris was laughing now.

“I hear you dude. I may be the Varsity Captain but everyone needs that.”

“You’re a Captain? Urgh didn’t need to know that. If I saw a picture of you before, I would have said no because you’re upstaging everyone here!”

“Thanks for saying that,” Minho smirked, “Assurance is always good,”

“Doubtful my ass! He knows he’s hot,” Thomas interjected.

Minho slid an arm around Thomas’ waist and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He kept doing that—he kept being so sweet and it was muddling Thomas’ head.

Was it real? Was anything they did real? Did it matter? He had Minho here with him, right? Minho was his boyfriend right now, so he was allowed to do boyfriend things. Making up his mind, Thomas leaned against Minho’s front, grabbed his hand and zoned out of the conversation.

Minho would cover for him. — “Are you serious?” Minho’s disbelief broke Thomas out of his daze. He looked up at his boyfriend, then followed his line of sight, his own jaw dropping.

“What—“

“You try telling Teresa, dressing up like a fairy at the welcome brunch is a bad idea,” Aris didn’t even turn around, “She’s lucky I love her.”

Thomas snorted, he couldn’t help it. “You’re good for her,” he mentioned, when Aris turned towards him inquiringly.

Aris nodded and then a mischievous glint appeared and Thomas sensed trouble, “So when are you two getting married?”

“Wha—“ Thomas was speechless. Were they that good? At pulling this off? Why would—

“Hey, I mean bringing your boyfriend to any type of family gathering, but a wedding especially. I mean. That’s serious.”

Thomas felt faint.

“Woah, woah slow down,” Minho cut in. “Do you know how long it took Thomas to even decide to bring me along? He made three pros and cons lists! Three.”

“The first one was messy, I could barely read my own writing. So it doesn’t count,” Thomas pouted. This actually happened. He had after all freaked out after telling his mom he had a date.

“That’s because you’re writing is like chicken scratch,” Minho rolled his eyes. “Hey where’s your drink?”

“I forgot it somewhere. And no.” Thomas pointed to Aris. He held up his index finger. “Education first. Parents, second,” he pointed to Minho. “Family chemistry, third. Then fourth, marriage. Right babe?” Thomas looked up at Minho who opened his mouth but no words came out.

Aris looked between them and snickered. “Maybe ease off on the drinks, okay Thomas?”

“I think he’s tired from our trip,” Minho found his voice again. He smiled apologetically as Thomas nodded along. “Is it okay if we leave early?”

“Yeah, no worries.” Aris waved him off with a grin, “Just be there tomorrow.”

“I went through a painful process of getting us outfits for your events, trust me we won’t miss it,” Minho assured him, leading Thomas away. Thomas was clingy all through the car ride but the moment they stepped into the elevator he sighed.

“Thank God!! It was so boring. Two times she could have approached us and instead re-routed!”

“Rerouted..really, Thomas? What are you, a directions app?” Minho said as the elevator dinged, signalling their floor.

“You know what I mean!! And did you hear what he said? That if he’d seen a picture of you, he would have said no.”

“It was a joke,” Minho shook his head, swiping the key card.

“No. He stressed Minho. She protested me coming…” Thomas sighed. “What am I even doing here?”

“Showing off. That’s what you’re doing here.” Thomas glanced at him just in time to see Minho take off his jacket, walking towards him. “You’re here to show that the past is the past. That it hasn’t slowed you down.”

Thomas’ heart was hammering against his ribcage, Minho was so close. Decently close, not crowding close but his back was against the door and he had a crush on this guy, he was allowed to feel..whatever.

“You’ve upgraded.” Minho continued. “That you’re happy. You are, aren’t you? At college. With me?” Thomas gave a small nod, still not looking directly at Minho. “Shall we order your precious airplane snack cravings now?”

“I’m never living that down, am I?” Thomas sighed.

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be to just let it go,” Minho laughed.

“A GOOD one!!!”

— A/N: Hullo Lovelies!! Happy Happy New Year!! This chapter has been on my mind for forever and I’m glad I was able to finally complete it. it became a 3,500+ monster, so I’m stopping this chapter here for now, but moooore shenanigans ahead!! Like hmm..sharing a bed?

[bittybattybunny]

What Red is the wolf AU about?

Red is the Wolf is a one-shot Little red riding hood Au I’ve been working on on and off for months! It’s like 40ish pages rn and still not done tho

In it Eclipse is a young woman with a lot of pent up magic which is slowly causing her to turn into a wolf, exposure to humans will reverse the change and keep her more human or she’ll continue turning into a forest guardian

Arulius is a prince with a similar affliction however his magic being used is what speeds up the process and as he gets closer to his 21st birthday if he can’t find a solution he’ll become a shade permanently

The two meet when he’s hunting wolves due to attacks (and trying to calm down) She’s nervous for a good reason (she was trying to visit the old moon temple aka her ‘grandmother’ but the bridge was out) He ends up helping her and giving her a bracelet since she was interesting

She learns from her grandmother only the person who put it on can remove it and laughs at the girl (Mother moon laughs because she’s glad things are moving to her design) so she whines it’ll hurt when she becomes a wolf fully.

A few days later when delivering bread to the bakery she runs into him again and he takes it off for her and she puts it back on (since if she put it on herself she can remove it)

He reveals he’s cursed and is afraid and when he saw her wolf features was relieved to have someone who understood. this gets her interested since she can deal with magic just not people. She takes him home to her brother who gives him sass and she learns Ru is the prince (she just thought he was some weird guy)

They come to an agreement she’ll be researching old texts in the royal library to try and find the cause and solution before it’s too late for him (this benefits both of them. She is forced to be near people thus reversing her wolf transformation and she can find his cure)

The two get along well, but they try to keep a bit distant since the prince is engaged. He ends up realizing he has feelings for after he got back from school for a weekend and saw she had changed (her wolf form looks a little younger due to being more aged like a fairy while human she looks more appropriate for her age) and he REALLY realizes he may be feeling things.

Both try to ignore this and keep looking, and she ends up deciding he needs a true loves kiss to remove his curse. She says you don’t need to persay have a ‘true love’ so long as the two share a bond and connection it should help some; so she tries to get him to kiss his fiance but his issue is he doesn’t love her because of his growing feelings for the wolf.

They get closer and closer to his birthday and there’s a few shenanigans caused by a little fairy named Honeysuckle who wants the wolf to get with the prince; however, as the Prince’s birthday gets closer Eclipse makes a dangerous choice.

The morning of his birthday he expected to be a monster but found himself normal. But something feels wrong he sees a note on his nightstand as well as the bracelet he’d given Eclipse and is shocked to learn she took his curse on for him and left for the woods, wishing him a happy birthday and happiness.

he’s crushed by this. he hadn’t even considered that she would do that because he was so caught up in himself he didn’t see that the attraction he had for her was a mutual feeling. He is unsure what to do and Vanessa is the one to tell him to find her then. They break their engagement since they already had been having issues. He grabs his red cloak and runs off to try and find her. He goes to her house to find it’s abandoned and the garden wilted. He runs to town but no one even remembers her.

Panicked he runs over his options before he remembers one of their earliest conversations and runs to the Horizon woods where time is non-linear and magic flows rampant.

While searching, because he’s frantic and no longer has magic he ends up getting injured and the wolf pack he was hunting surrounds him. He’s about to be attacked when a large wolf with a pelt like a starry night sky saves him. One look at her is enough to tell him it’s her. he begs her to come back and she doesn’t answer him. He tells her that he ended it Vanessa and doesn’t care if she’s a wolf.

She tells him he’s an idiot. he grips her muzzle and kisses her to show he’s serious. There’s a big flash of light and she’s returned to human form in a flowing gown and he catches her before she falls. Both of them are vaguely confused before he realizes the cure she found works both ways. He takes his wolf princess back and they live happily ever after

:’>

That is red is the wolf!!!!

here’s the oepner:

“Hrm.” She sighed as she looked at the map and frowned. The bridge was completely torn away. The river was rushing after the rains. Her ears drooped under her hood, “How am I going to get this to Grandmother now…” 

She folded the map up and looked at the woods and grimaced, “I was told to stay on the path but… I need an alternative.” she took a deep breath and headed into the trees.

She held the basket close as she stepped over the fallen foliage, her boots making a crunch as she moved. She stopped to look at the map again. The forest was quiet as she sighed. This was a stupid task. How was she meant to get to her grandmother like this?

“Are you lost?” A deep voice asked, causing her to yelp and drop the map.

He reached and picked it up, his horse a bit behind him as he was on the ground. He brushed a chestnut lock behind his ear, “The river? Isn’t that in the other direction?” he noted the path marked out, “Unless you’re returning.”

She whimpered as she backed up, she was told not to talk to strangers, much less a stranger in the woods.

“Ah I’m sorry.” he held her map to her, “I noticed you seemed confused so I thought to help.”

“Ah..” she took the map and tucked it in her basket, “T-thank you but... I’m just… the bridge is gone…”

“Oh!” he gasped. He covered his mouth with his hand, “There have been a lot of rainstorms as of late. I recall someone mentioning the old Moon Temple was nigh impossible to get to now.”

She felt her tail drop, “I’m never going to get to Grandmother then…” she sighed, “This was a stupid quest…” she looked at the bottles of wine and loaves of bread in her basket with a heavy sigh.

“Does she live near the temple? I didn’t think anyone did.” He put his hand to his chin in thought, “There is another bridge, but it’s a long walk. I can give you a ride?” he offered.

She looked at him with large blue eyes, “I.. I don’t think that’d be safe.” she admitted, “For you to give me a ride.”

“For me or for you?” he teased. He tilted his head as her hood shifted.

[aw-eather]

Heather Watches SG1: s2ep22 Out of Mind and s3ep01 Into the Fire

Ah two of my all time favourites. Maybe even THE favourites. They’re just SO good. Also my shipper heart cannot take it but we love torturing ourselves here so lets go. 

I’m gonna try and do enough that y’all get at least one post a day and scheduel them to go up periodically :) 

This go very long so I hope it posts properly. 

Ooooh mysterious tank

I mean honestly this was suspicious from the get go

Don’t trust this guy

JACK

YOU’RE ALL WET JACK

Is he? 

Are they dead tho? Are you sure? Cause that sounds fake... 

You see, the year is now.............. 2077

CREDITS

Teal’c looks all big and scary but really he’s a precious boy

End credits

TERYL ROTHERY

honestly that device looks very Star Trek

Missed opportunity to make a 69 joke

Girl he has been asleep for 79 years he probably remembers shit all 

Good boy, answer nothing. Don‘t trust the random men that woke you up

thats not sarcasm, I don’t trust them either 

“the rest of the facility” riiiiiight

Wizard of Oz reference

38 teams is a lot of teams

MMMMMMMM sounds FAKE

DON’T TRUST HIM JACK

General whats his face just dropped something on the ground

STARGATE

Jack is handsome

Me: I’m gay

Jack O’Neill: Yeah sure ya bethcha 

Are ya just? What makes ya think Jack can help? he’s been asleep for 79 years

Tok’ra mind probe

Benefical alliance my ass, what did they ever really do for the Tau’ri??

Except promise to send a ship when they “had one available”

So thinking of Sam right now would be BAD Jack. 

NOX

I LOVE THE NOX

WHAT CUTIES

look at them, they’re so sweet

Jack stop thinking and showing them shit 

Could be a great weapon but the Nox are peaceful and beautiful and I love them

LITTLE GREY ALIENS WITH THE LITTLE GREY BUTTS

Thats a big ship

This is the only “look at all the shit we’ve managed to do so far” episode that is actually any good

Why don’t we meet the Furlings?

I wanna meet them 

They sound fluffy

I love the baby asgards look at ‘em so cuuuuute

Kathrine! You’re great girly

“Touch it” *Jack touches it without knowing what it does, could die*

Jack waving his gun to touch the molecules seems like a bad idea

Yeah let him rest stop bullying him

purple goop

stop the pruple goop Jack

purple goop is never a good thing

Oh look... ANOTHER tank

DANNY BOY

Please cover your nipples

I don’t wanna see your man nipples

A third tank... funny that

SSSSAAAAAAMMMMMM

Funny how none of them are ACTUALLY dead

LIES WE’VE JUST SEEM THEM

Get these people some clothes

leaving her wrapped in a blanket is rude

Blanket looks like a mat tbh

BRATAC

SKARRA

Daniels hair is so bad in this episode I’m not sorry its HORRIBLE 

He has a SHIELD Jack

FUCK YEAH JACK THROW THAT KNIFE YAS

HATHOR

I love Hathor hosts

She’s great honestly

Sam and janet and the girls kicking ass is the best

RIP Hathor 

No seriously Daniel’s hair is BAD

Teal’c

JANET

ah yes, unusual 

Teal’c is so passionate and caring about his friends I love him so much

THREE FUCKING WEEKS?!?!?!?!

janet is such an angel you can’t convince me otherwise

Are they tho? 

Yeah he would but Teal’c with do anything for his F A M I L Y

Well he will leave

Aw Teal’c I love you with my entire heart

That zoom in on the patch is nice 

YES JACK STOP THE GOOP

Nice kick! 

BYE TEAL’C I LOVE YOU

AWW THIS EXCHANGE IS SO NICE 

AW THE SALUTE BABE NO THAT HURTS MY HEART ITS SO SWEET

#SorryNotSorry but Jack looks so fucking good in this outfit 

Like... he looks sooooo good

God I am questioning my sexuality left right and centre today

But seriously can he dress like that more often? 

Go get ya girl, Jack!

Oh look... not the SGC 

WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED

Serpant and Horus guards! :O

STOP THINKING BABE

THEY GONNA FIND YOOOOOU

SAAAAAAAAAM

BEAT THIS GUYS ASS AND SAVE. YOUR. GIRL

O U C H THAT WOULD FUCKING HURT

SHOULDER TOUCHING 

SHOULDER RUBBING

SHOULDER TOUCHING 

SHE IS TOUCHING HIM

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOLLOWED BY A MEMORY OF HIM NEARLY DYING 

SHE’S STILL HOLDING HIS SHOULDER

STARING AT HER NAKED BACK

TRYING NOT TO STARE AT HER NAKED BACK

HE IS SO IN TROUBLE 

HE FANCIES HER SO MUCH 

I MEAN SAME

she also looks good but like he looks better???

GRABBING

WALL HOLDING

HANDS TOUCHING SHOULDERS

PINKY CURLED IN SO HE DOESN’T TOUCH BARE SKIN

COULD HAVE MOVED BUT ISN’T MOVING 

THEY WANNA HOLD EACH OTHER

DEAR GOD

sorry I’ll stop with the caps

I just physically cannot with those two

i love them so much

and i hate how they were treatd

Hathor you idiot, 

SUANNE

LOL Jack 

Servants in the royal court? Yeah sounds great

Rude Jack

lol the pat on the shoulder Jack you dick

uuuuuuhhhhh didn’t notice before how HOT IT IS WHEN HATHOR RUNS THE IDC REMOTE UNDER SAMS CHIN AND THE LOOK SAM GIVES HER I-

ACK SNAKE

I hate them the same way Jack does tbh

they make me squirm

Give it to Daniel. Why is Daniel the only one that never has a snake in him... wait... 

sorry but I just wanna talk with the national captions institute... 

Alright! On to Into the Fire! 

DAVIS

MAJOR DAVIS I LOVE YOU

MY FAVOURITE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF THINGS DO FALL TO SHIT WHENEVER YOU’RE THERE

Dramatic zooooom on Hathors name for E M P H A S I S 

CREDITS

I love how Hammond is like EVERYONE is saving SG1

How DARE you, Daivs. They are THE team, rude!

I love that everyone steps forward because everyone loves SG1 but also everyone knows you don’t leave anyone else behind. 

I love Hammond

MARTIN WOOD :O

He is a great director

Ew snake

Jack still looks fucking good 

Jack now is not the time for sass 

Give it to Daniel. No one cares

Sam is like “I’m not scared bitch bring it”

Of course it wants Jack

Poor Jack

Why is it always him?? 

You tried, buddy

Sam’s hand on his CHEST PLEASE JUST GET MARRIED

TEAL’C 

BRATAC

Sam literally hates watching Jack in any pain 

Poor Jack

Hathor fuck off

What exactly was the point of ripping his shirt? It makes no difference to the snake going in the back of HIS HEAD

Ew

oh gross

i hate it

I hate it so much

ugh the chills I currently have

Suanne Baun is super pretty though

YAS TOK’RA LADY

WE RESPECT AND LOVE YOU

Another Wizard of Oz reference 

Sorry Daniel looks so bad

its the hair honestly, the little dorky fringe

Sam’s hair, on the other hand *chefs kiss*

Yeah but he’ll be fine, Tok’ra lady saved the day <3 

YAS GIRL

NOOO Poor Tok’ra lady

Sorry fam, I forgot her name lol 

Sam pulling that jacket on, Sam in a jacket thats a little too big for her , Sam in a white shirt.. Sam

Yeah they are Teal’c. 

Dead and false and dead... or is he???

Hand dance

Energy barrier is in the way, boys continue to shoot

oh no shooting towers of death are never a good sign

And of course Daniel got hurt so we have to baby him for the rest of the fucking episode jfc just sit him down somewhere and Sam and the rest of the teams can do the hard work... again

Cool Tok’ra tunnels are Cool

Lol Daniel being sassy (oh its just a deep, bleeding gash, it’ll be fine) lol sorry he is funny when he’s sassy

I’m sick of your army already, Hathor

OOOOH a barrier 

Hammond is awaiting 

Why do they give them such short time periods to do shit? Like they know things go wrong literally ALL THE TIME 

Like “hi you have 24 hours to go into a SECURE, GOA’ULD FACILITY, RETRIEVE THREE SG MEMBERS AND GET OUT. PIECE.OF.CAKE”

6 hours is a long time to sit on your hands and do nothing tho. Ah well might as well go and save the boyfriend

The president can suck a rotten potatoe

Davis, you can’t really argue with him, he outranks you about 4 times

Sam’s sleeves are too long and baggy and its SO CUTE

GO SAM

SAVE THE DAY

BUT SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND FIRST 

Hammond visiting Chulak 

because he’s an angel baby

and the best dad ever to his four kids; Major Dr Science Space Baby, Sassy Grumpy Fruit Loop and Sam Carter Loving Space Baby, Warrior Gentle Giant Space Baby and Annoying, Doesn’t know shit, Archaeologist Space Baby.

Yas Teal’c, spill that tea

I will join you, bb

Hammond in a toga will also join you cause he a babe

and he needs your help cause Davis said No. 

HAMMOND OF TEXAS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER I LOVE IT 

Sam: I’m gonna go and shut this shield down

Sam: but not until I have tried to save my Future Husband. 

Poor Tok’ra lady

Hand on chest again

Fucking Hathor man

Go away boo, you’re ruining the moment 

Stop hurting Sam

YAS JACK FUCK YES I LOVE THAT

I love his response to it too

Like the shock and fear

This hug goes on a long time

I know he’s cold or whatever but like... 

and I know he’s in shock and so is she a bit

he’s doing it for her as much as him

but they’re STILL hugging

They literally never do this again

Its so sweet because after this its just... nothing? Like POV happens and then Upgrade and Divide and Conquer and they go ah fuck we can’t hug anymore so all we get is platonic shoulder holding and using shoulders as pillows. The closes we get to a hug is Death Knell and emotional trauma Threads. I want a REAL hug

And he holds her arms for ages and helps her up

Wow they’re so fucking in love this hurts

“Found ‘em” Jack stop so cute

C4! Who’d have thought it

Ah shit they’re surrounded 

He still looks good

They BOTH look good 

They make a great couple 

Nope, not really but its what ya got so you’re gonna have to deal with it

This general guy is a bit of a dick

Thats right Sam, don’t listen. Good job, Danny boy.

Only 1? Thats not a lot of time

Get out there, Jack! Buy that time

Gun Bum! (if you know Sanctuary, you’ll get it)

He’s really not doing a great job of pretending to be a Goa’uld

Its really not impossible 

ex-goddess lol 

“She’s Gone. She is no more.” I’m honestly shocked people didn’t shoot him more often 

I love him tho

Thank god, thats good timing

Hammond is IN. HIS. ELEMENT 

There is no way she heard hiom say now but she still knew. I love them. I love how well they know each other and they’ve only known each other a little over two years

Time to KICK SOME ASS

JAFFA YAS

ooh coming in from behind, sneaky

YEEHAW

OH HAMMOND YOU PRECIOUS BABY

Sam going straight to Jack and it looks like she goes to put her arm around him. 

I hate them ffs

Bra’tac and Human fuck me thats so cute

Sam’s smile when they see Teal’c and Hammond is Gorgeous

and Hammond patting her on the back! stop! I love Space Dad and his idiot Space babies. 

Final Thoughts:

Seriously guys this is my favourite Final and First eps of a season. 

100% one of my favourite two parters, if not my all time favourite two parter

Great direction, good story, excellent bad guys, good acting, just enough suspense with out being too drawn out, something for everyone, comes of the back of a fun as fuck episode (1969), Hammond has a big part, Davis is there, lots of cute Sam/Jack and of course, Daniel’s Elf Hair. 

Also the Tok’ra are actually useful in this one which is SHOCKING 

Lemme know your thoghts friends, I’m excited to hear them! 

[thenovelartist]

A Bride for the Prince, chapter 3

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It was probably the most embarrassing day she had had thus far. She had failed on several accounts. At this rate, she’d be found out in days, then thrown in jail awaiting a sentence that would probably end in her dying and her parents would be heartbroken about losing their only daughter and Mylene—

The sudden bang of her door opening startled her from her thoughts. Heart racing, Marinette spun around to see who had entered, only to see Alya shutting the door.

Marinette forced a smile, hoping it wouldn’t give away just how fast her heart was pounding at the moment. “Alya—”

But Alya lifted her hand in a stop motion, and Marinette’s jaw shut with a click. “You’re not nobility, are you?”

Her tone of voice was perfectly clear: that was not a question.

Here was the beginning of Marinette’s cruel end. Her stomach twisted in worry as she bowed her head. “No. I’m not.”

Alya was silent as she stared at Marinette with her arms crossed and a quirked brow. “That’s a story I want to hear.”

That’s when it all came tumbling out. Everything regarding Mylene and how she was the real Lady Bug but ran off to marry her sweetheart and sent Marinette to pretend to be a lady in her place.

“And it was supposed to be a joke, I swear!” Marinette finished. “I didn’t actually think she was going to send me to the castle, but next thing I know, she’s agreeing, thinking it’s a great idea and teaching me how to act the part.”

Alya was smiling at this point. Actually, it was far more like an amused smirk. “So you’re here, masquerading as Lady Bug so the actual Lady Bug could be with her now husband.”

With her head hung in shame, Marinette nodded. “Please,” she begged, hoping the tears wouldn’t fall. “Please, don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll run off. I’ll do something. I can’t get caught. I know it’s a crime, but please—”

“Whoa, hey,” Alya interrupted, the smirk gone as she rushed up to Marinette. She grabbed Marinette’s shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “No. I won’t expose you. I swear. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

Marinette looked up through her lashes as Alya sweetly smiled. “I promise,” Alya assured once again. “Your secret is safe with me. No one is going to catch you. You’re not going to get in trouble. You’ll be safe until you can return to your lady’s side. I swear.”

With a blink, Marinette felt the tears she was trying to hold back run down her cheeks. She was quick to pat them away with her sleeves before realizing that wasn’t what proper ladies did. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I know I’ve failed a few times over, but… I just can’t get caught, and I’m terrified I’m going to wind up in even more trouble. I also can’t help but think if someone other than you has figured it out already.”

Alya’s lips pursed. “Well,” she said. “A certain guard may have an idea…”

With a groan, Marinette immediately covered her face with her hands. “No, no, no,” she grumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Alya assured, pulling Marinette close like a mother protecting a child. “He won’t say a thing. He’s a cocky idiot, but he’ll keep your secret.”

Marinette wasn’t sure she believed Alya, but she wanted to. “As long as I don’t end up in trouble, that’s all I care about.”

“You won’t,” Alya promised, squeezing Marinette tighter for a moment before putting her at arm’s length. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

Biting her lip to keep it from warbling, Marinette looked up at Alya. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

“Lessons, of course,” Alya said with a wink. “I’ll teach you more thoroughly since—and I mean no offence to your lady—you clearly weren’t sent here prepared enough.”

Marinette sighed. Mylene was her friend, and the last thing she wanted to do was slander her, but at the same point, Marinette clearly hadn’t been prepared well enough. “It’s so much to remember. And even when I do remember, it’s hard to break my old habits.”

“I know. I have a feeling I’d do the same in your position.” Alya patted Marinette’s shoulders. “But don’t worry; we’ll go over all the lessons again and hope that none of the other ladies here notice if you make a little misstep or two. I have a feeling they’re all too obsessed with competing for Prince Adrien’s attention to care if you make a misstep, but you can never be too careful.”

Marinette felt herself relax. “I think you’re right about that. As long as I don’t get too close to the prince, I should be good, don’t you think?”

With a grin, Alya nodded. “I’m pretty certain. But the one person you do have to watch out for is Prince Adrien’s father. He’s particular.”

Marinette felt the blood rush from her face. The king. Oh, heaven have mercy, how did she miss that she was likely going to be meeting the king of the land?

“Hey, hey now,” Alya said, quickly returning to reassuring Marinette. “Don’t worry about it. It will be all right. Just as long as you act enough of a lady, there’s nothing to worry about. The worst he might do is tell his son to avoid you if he saw you make too many tiny blunders, but that’s what you want, right?”

Marinette nodded.

“So no worries!” Alya assured. “He’s not going to accuse you of a crime because he’s never going to suspect a thing. He may just think you were a poorly trained lady. After all, isn’t your lady on the outskirts of the kingdom? He always complained about the outliers not having as refined manners as the nobility well inside the boundaries of the kingdom. Nevertheless, I’m sure you’ll get by without trouble, and soon the whole thing will be behind you. Trust me.”

Marinette swallowed nervously, and even though the butterflies were still fluttering in her stomach, she forced a smile. “Well, right now, I don’t have many other options.”

Alya chuckled. “That’s the spirit. Now, let’s start the first lesson.”

“Now?”

“No time like the present,” Alya said, guiding Marinette to sit down on a lounger. “Now, lesson number one.” That’s when a cheeky smile crossed Alya’s face. “Guards are below you, and you are to treat them with the same detached manner as you would a servant. You do not talk casually with them and most certainly do not allow them to flirt with you.”

Marinette’s cheeks flared with heat before she could hide them behind her hands. She groaned at her incompetence while Alya laughed in the background. At least Alya swore that Chat Noir wouldn’t tell because after her allowing him to lead her around the castle and bow over her hands, there was no way he didn’t know she wasn’t a lady.

…

“This is pointless,” Marinette bemoaned, standing stick straight with a book balanced on her head while Alya quizzed her about all sorts of random facts.

Alya frowned. “How so? You haven’t questioned my training methods before.”

True. It had been a few days since Alya started drilling these lessons into her. Marinette almost felt overwhelmed by the amount of information, both new and old, that she was bombarded with constantly. But she knew Alya was only trying to help her.

The book on the head, however, was new. And very irritating. “Why do I need to balance a book?”

“Because I need amusement.”

Alya spoke it so flatly that Marinette had to process her words for a solid four seconds before realizing what Alya had said. “Hey!” she cried, causing Alya to break into laughter. Marinette took the book off her head and tossed it toward Alya, who barely managed to avoid the flying object. “I can’t believe you! I trust you to help me and you pull a stunt like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Alya cackled, “but it was just too easy to get you to do it.”

Marinette pretended to be angry, but she couldn’t be. Alya may be full of spunk and sass, but she was truly kind and caring at heart. Marinette knew Alya only had her best intentions in mind. “I severely dislike you. I should have you fired for mocking me.”

Alya snickered. “Now you sound like Lady Bourgeois.”

Marinette immediately cringed. “Oh, please don’t compare me to Chloe.” Lady Bourgeois was the most obnoxious, irritating, loud, brash, entitled woman in the entire castle and Marinette’s second least favorite person ever.

Alya snorted in amusement. “Better than Lady Lila.”

Marinette groaned. “Anyone is better than Lady Lila. She’s a horrible human being and such a liar. How anyone could believe her is beyond me.”

“At least you know,” Alya said. “I mean, it was quite obvious.”

“Which lie? Her saying she was part of some secret fox clan with supernatural powers or the part where the prince of a foreign land loved her policies so much, he grew determined to implement them immediately?”

Alya sniggered. “Any of them. All of them. That any of the other ladies are as captivated as they are proves how dull they are.”

Marinette bit back a chuckle. “Back to the lesson,” she said, changing the subject before she accidently started speaking ill of any of the other girls. “What else can you teach me? Sans book on my head.”

“I think we’ll call it good for tonight,” Alya said.

Happily, Marinette collapsed on her lounger. “Thank goodness. I can barely keep facts straight anymore.”

“And in the meantime,” Alya said. “I can tell you all about the festival coming up.”

“Festival?” Marinette asked, her brow furrowing in thoughts. “Oh! Do you mean the summer solstice festival?”

Alya nodded before she gasped, her expression brightening. “We should go together. My sweetheart said he would take me but then he was informed he had to guard the ladies—he’s a royal guard; I’ll introduce you to him sometime—and since it’s no fun going alone, we should go together.”

Marinette immediately frowned. “But Mistress Nathalie is certain to notice if I disappeared.” Mistress Nathalie was, to say the least, an utterly terrifying woman. She may not have been born into royalty, but she held herself like a queen. She ruled the servants of the castle with a firm hand, hence her title as Head Mistress of the Castle. However, she also was trusted by the king himself to take on certain tasks, such as monitor the ladies at the castle to ensure they were good enough to marry the prince.

“I don’t think so,” Alya said, shaking her head. “She’s tasked with observing you all when you’re together, but if you retire early to your room, I’m sure I can sneak you out. And then we can explore the shops and vendors and the food—oh, the food. It’s amazing. And then there’s the fireworks at the end of the night and it’s just spectacular; you have to come with me.”

Her fingers nervously toyed with the fabric of her skirt while she chewed her lip in thought. “Are you sure I won’t get in trouble?”

Alya nodded. “For certain.”

Though she wanted to pretend she could argue, Marinette just didn’t have the energy to. Not when she would much prefer that celebration over anything she could do in the castle. What was a festival in the capital city like? The town Lord Bug ruled over was small, yet the celebrations took up the whole town. With the capitol being as large as it was, surely there would be no shortage of things to do.

With a relenting sigh, she grinned. “As though I could say no.”

Alya squeaked excitedly. “Perfect! It’s tomorrow night so I’ll come get you and get you out of whatever awful dress you wear and get you into something more comfortable. You don’t have anything like that, do you?” Alya realized.

Marinette shook her head. “It wasn’t as though I’d have use for it. I’m supposed to masquerade as a lady, not a servant.”

Alya hummed. “True. We’ll make something work. There are a few other girls I know who might be your size so we don’t have to hem anything for the day. But even if nothing fits, I’ll make quick work of that. You aren’t the only one who knows her way around a needle. Not when I have two younger sisters that rip everything.”

Marinette chuckled at the reminder of little Ella who came up with a ripped shirt for her sister to fix. “I suppose that would make you proficient pretty quickly.”

With a roll of her eyes, Alya nodded her agreement. “So don’t worry about the clothes or anything else. I’ll come get you, we’ll sneak out, and we’ll have a fantastic time.”

For the first time, Marinette felt genuinely excited about having come to the castle in the first place. “Okay.”

…

It was most certainly an odd thing. A very odd thing, indeed.

It had not missed Nathalie’s attention, the way Lady Bug was, to put it nicely, less trained than the other ladies that had arrived for Prince Adrien’s choosing. Furthermore, the way Nathalie had caught Lady Bug talking with her lady’s maid, one that the castle had assigned to her, brought up a whole new set of questions. They seemed far too familiar, and while Nathalie knew Alya was a chatty woman, she also knew Alya knew her place.

Which begged the question of why Alya was acting familiar with Lady Bug.

So many questions; so few answers.

“Is something bothering you, Nathalie?”

Nathalie paused, knowing that King Gabriel knew her well enough to call her out should she answer ‘no’. “It’s one of the ladies, Sire,” she answered.

Gabriel paused his work to look up at her. “What of it?”

“It is merely speculation at this point.”

“It is rare for your speculation to be wrong.”

“But it is too early to tell anything for certain.”

Gabriel frowned before laying down his pen and leaning back in his chair. “Nathalie,” he directed. “You are far too sharp and preceptive for me to believe that you picked up something that is actually nothing. Therefore, what concerns you?”

 Nathalie frowned. Gabriel was equally sharp and preceptive. As such, she couldn’t be anything but completely blunt with him. “Lady Bug is poorly trained for a lady.”

Gabriel hummed. “What of it? If I’m correct, Lady Bug is the daughter of an earl on the rim. And if I’m not mistaken, there was a rumor about his daughter sneaking down into a ballroom and making a scene of herself before she could be properly presented. I can’t say her lack of training surprises me.”

“Yes,” Nathalie agreed. “But I’m made more curious by the way Alya—the maid we assigned to Lady Bug—is acting towards her.”

Gabriel’s frown deepened. “Then I suggest you keep an eye on this maid of ours, Nathalie,” he directed. “And keep me informed on your findings.”

Nathalie bowed. “Of course, Sire.”

…

“Stand still.”

“I am. Stop poking me.”

Alya grunted as she passed the needle through the fabric of the skirt for Marinette. It was a little large of her, meaning it that to be hemmed and taken in at the waist. Ideally, this should have been done this morning, but apparently, Alya had to search for just the right skirt, hence why it was being done mere moments before they were heading out to the summer solstice festival.

Marinette did have to give Alya credit, though; she was quick with a needle.

“And done.”

Marinette sighed in relief. “Finally.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?”

“I mean you can finally stop poking me with a needle.”

“Only twice,” Alya argued.

“Three times.”

Alya grunted. “Don’t make me make it four.”

With a chuckle, Marinette finished dressing in the rest of her clothes before putting her hair up with two ribbons.

“Cute,” Alya commented.

Marinette grinned. “Not befitting of a lady, though.”

“Yes, but that’s why no one is going to look twice at you when we walk out of here.”

“Just as long as—”

“We won’t get caught,” Alya assured with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Calm down.”

Marinette huffed. “Forgive me for being a little worried.”

“Trust me. Nathalie won’t know. At this very moment, she’s either looking after the other ladies or talking with King Gabriel. We will be fine.”

“What about the guards?”

“What about them?”

“Won’t they catch us? Rather, me?”

Alya smirked. “Nino is high ranking. All I have to do is throw his name out, and they’ll conveniently forget ever seeing us. Now, quit worrying and let’s go.”

Before Marinette could protest, Alya grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door. Alya made sure to peak around every corner before pulling Marinette down each hallway. Then they reached the servant’s door and Alya was quick to tug her through it.

Marinette’s heart was racing with fear. No matter what Alya said, Marinette was terrified of getting caught.

“Uh-oh.”

Which was apparently was what was about to happen.

“Oh no,” Marinette grumbled. But she bit back the ramble that wanted to spill out. Not only for the sake of being quiet, but Alya was taking up a nasty habit of thumping her head when she did.

Alya squeezed her hand. “Stay.” Silently, she slipped out of the stairwell. “Hello, Sabrina.”

Marinette inwardly groaned. Of all the people… Marinette had met Sabrina once before as a servant, though it was years ago. Keeping out of Sabrina’s sight was difficult thus far considering Lady Bourgeois demanded Sabrina follow her around everywhere. If Sabrina caught Marinette now, she would out her immediately.

Blood roared in her ears as her heart pounded, making it difficult to hear the conversation, but it was over quickly enough and Alya was back and grabbing Marinette’s hand soon enough.

“Run.”

“Run?”

Marinette barely had time to gather the still slightly too long skirt and run after Alya. They wove through more corridors and ducked through the hallways until they reached a door Alya was quick to shove open. In seconds, Marinette was yanked outside and Alya slammed the door shut.

“See?” Alya said, panting lightly as she flashed Marinette a smile. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah,” Marinette sarcastically grumbled while mentally begging her poor heart to calm down before it killed her. “Absolutely nothing.”

Alya sniggered. “You’ll live. Now, come on. We have a festival to go to!”

Before Marinette could respond, Alya grabbed her hand and began scampering off. Again, Marinette had to snatch hold of her skirt to keep from tripping over it, but she also couldn’t hold back her grin. “Alya, slow down!”

“Speed up! The festival is calling us.”

Laughing all the while, she yanked her hand away from Alya. “I’m going to trip over this skirt, and I’m trying not to ruin it.”

Alya frowned, but at least she slowed her pace. “Maybe we should have hemmed it a little more. But too late for that now. I’m sure you can walk in that thing backwards if you’re careful enough.”

Marinette scoffed. “The last time I tried walking backwards in a skirt, I tripped over it and ripped it.”

A smug grin soon took over Alya’s face. In a second, she flipped around and started walking backwards. “I don’t know. Seems easy to me.”

It was a hard task to scowl when all she wanted to do was grin. “How dare you mock me. I thought we could be friends.”

“We still are. I just have a talent you don’t.”

Marinette’s smile grew bigger.

“I bet I could run backwards and not trip.”

“And I hope you do so I can laugh at you.”

With a wild grin, Alya did, looking over her shoulder as she shuffled quickly backwards.

“You’re going to trip!” Marinette called.

“You’re such a worry wa—AHHH!”

Marinette gasped as Alya fell, only to be snatched by a figure in black hidden behind a tree. Her heart began pounding and her first instinct sent her tripping over her skirt again, barely spinning in time to land…

On a very firm, leather-clad chest.

This was it. She was caught and she was going to be found out and be thrown in the dungeon and—

Froze completely at the sudden deep chuckle that emanated from the chest. “Are you falling for me again, my Lady?”

[angrypedestrian]

THE TIME IDIOTS EPISODE 508 (??) TITLED “Inside you are two zaris. You are gay.” MY THOUGHTS:

Hi hello I have missed you all and my emotional support ridiculous television program

Hope you all are staying safe and healthy and STAYING INSIDE if you are able to

and also this all sucks and is rough and i am slowly dying squirtle!

(to start out with a SIDE NOTE: the logo treatment they are using for this Harry and Megan royals special the CW is doing is exactly the same as the current legends intro and that is HILARIOUS to me

ANYWAYS HI I LOVE A TV SHOW

Previously on legends: HEY DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST SEASON? WE DON’T

asdfgdhfjgklh; at THE HOLE

you bet they’re at a hole heyooooo

wow rip to punk

ava: nothing but good can come from this i don’t see the issue

Since we’re back from hiatus I can renew my hatred for the title sequence

it’s still bad!!

the.....fucking.....scooter

of course he has penants of Heyworld up

multiple

Zari is a woman of exquisite taste and perpetual disgust and I love her so much

TEMPORAL RACCOONS

can we revisit this concept later on??? PLEASE??

Legends of Tomorrow: Everyone Be Fuckin

TERROR AT THE HOLE

thank you show for doing my job for me

Also these Smell songs are like 90s pop-punk lol literally no one here tries

Ah right we are onto the Plot of the season

I truly do not care

And it is a shame! Because lots of great fun acting is happening there

But like, show, time for a heart to heart, either be all nonsense or commit to a season arc, this 5a nonsense and OH WAIT SHIT WE FORGOT WE HAVE A PLOT 5b shit is starting to wear on me

I would like to commend the legends staff for not making every person who has a non-american accent attempt one

i’ve been watching motherland colon fort salem and it is....rough

you think free form would just have a company dialect coach at this point. And yet.

Ms. Tarazi  the SASS. Love u Gidget

Awww Ava is conveniently learning and growing to fill the C plot!!

but also mick and ava is THE a+ team up so I am thrilled

oh ava this is a bad idea

nevermind you haven’t learned and grown at all

LOL sara live yr TRUTH

where’s her ao3 search history the people need it

also love when they’re like....the most significant place in history is....Vancouver....yes

CAAAATTTTTTTT

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT TALA ASHE IS A TREASURE

the tupac salute

Love this journey for the Tarazis!!!!!

asdfhgjkl;’ now that SPN is done are their props just free game for the rest of the cw shows?

.....do they by any chance have an extra white wig, just to add to the national stockpile?

Oh no these three together

half a brain cell between all of them

DO NOT USE THE SHIP NAME IN THE SHOW 

DO NOT DO THAT

I know you think you’re not a regular show, you’re a cool show but stop PLEASE

Ali is tired please leave her alone. She has a baby

this is how i imagine dominic has held all of his children

OH NO THE CAPTAIN COLD OUTFIT

mick: that outfit was your other father’s

ali: what

ava: WHAT

Y’know Charlie your sister kinda has a point

sara: why aren’t my punches and kicks WORKING. i am a SUPERHERO

whoops got bored of the plot and started watching someone from the band Telethon (WHO YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO) cover Say Anything songs

I also ask that to every doughnut I eat

Behrad is adorable and I love him

LET ZARI AND BEHRAD GET HIGH TOGETHER

....remember when zari and amaya got high together?

REMEMBER AMAYA???

=(

i....sad

oh lita’s actor is very canadian

i don’t think i have mentioned this but I love she is named after lita ford

lolllllll rip supernatural crew

ava: WHO IS DOING DRUGS

behrad.....no one?

ZARI TOMAZ MY SUN AND STARS I LOVE YOU

(do not get me wrong, I love Zari Tarazi, so so much, but Zari Tomaz is my shining star and I have missed her so much)

I don’t like giving phil credit for anything but...this is exactly what I needed this week

HOW HAS TALA NOT BEEN SNATCHED UP BY TEN BETTER SHOWS

(contracts aside....they would be worth breaking)

ZARI’S JACKET FROM HER FIRST EPISODE

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE OF ORPHAN BLACK

I love u charlie but who CARES about the PLOT lets get back to ZARI

lol spn zombies

sara: bitch u wish u could kill me!!!

sara: ow

sara: joke’s on you i’m a lead i can’t die!!!

“”””””“my brother’s best friend”““““““

Of course she’s not disappointed in you!!! You’re also incredible Zari Tarazi!!!

i am WEEPING

Nate’s best Hey YO Adrienne!

sara: TOLD YOU I CAN’T DIE FUCK YOU SUPERNATURAL

ava: oh goddammit why can’t john just DIE

nate: he thinks I’m handsome!!

john: listen ray is gone i gotta get what i can where i can

y’all probably shouldn’t keep plot points just under glass on the bridge

welp guess that’s why behrad’s not in the rest of the season

how DARE you do this to both my zari’s!

the cargo hold has really emptied out over the years

did legends loose their prop crate budget?

WHY CAN’T ZARIS HAVE ONE NICE THING GODDAMMIT

(also y’all can’t move his dead body from the floor damn)

fuCK

NEXT WEEK: more plot?? ava and mick as an a plot?? anything is possible!