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Miraculous Paradise - Chapter 17 - Choosing Sides

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Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open as she woke up to a dark room. She panicked and sat up. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted well to the darkness. She moved to turn on the light to her shock that she couldn’t see in normal colors. She looked around and immediately saw a dog snout muzzle on her face. She ran to the bathroom and looked in Chloe’s mirrors.

Sabrina’s eyes widened to see she wore a cropped tactical jacket, pants, and sneakers. Her shoulder-length hair was cut into a close pixie with a set of dog ears framing her head. She giggled and played with her ears when she felt something wagging behind her. She turned to see a fluffy tail. She spun around to get a good look when she froze. Her ears perked up when she heard movement. She trotted out as Chloe stood.

Sabrina gasped. Chloe was dressed in a fur trimmed, striped leotard with fur cuffed thigh-high boots and long, ballroom gloves. Her hair was tied back into a bun with a set of bee antenna atop her head. In addition to the outfit, she had a set of bee wings, compound bee eyes, and a bee’s abdomen.

Sabrina yipped like a dog and circled Chloe. “Look at you! You look absolutely gorgeous, Chloe.”

Chloe focused and looked at Sabrina. “Oh. My. God. Look at you, little precious pet! You’re a little golden retriever!”

Sabrina looked down at her clothes when Chloe cupped Sabrina’s face and played with the dog ears. She grinned under her mask as her tail wagged.

“Awe! Who’s a good doggie? You are. Yes, you are.”

Sabrina reveled in the attention when she remembered why they accepted the kwamis. “Chloe, we need to find the butterfly and peacock. We need to head to Notre Dame.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Think they’re still out?”

“Worth a shot, right?”

Chloe nodded. She opened the balcony doors, then scooped up Sabrina.

Sabrina yelped. “What’s going on?”

“It’ll be faster this way. Now hold on tight to me.”

Zoe’s eyes fluttered as she returned to her body. She blinked against the darkness, but her eyes didn’t adjust. She stumbled around in darkness when she felt the ruffle of her curtains. She threw them open to let in the light of the late-night city. She admired the view as she felt a rush of homesickness. The only thing there was to remind her of home. She stared at the window when her focus shifted to her reflection.

Zoe’s grungy clothes had transformed into a black sleeveless cropped hoodie with a red hourglass on it, mask, undershirt, long gloves, pants, and knee-high boots. Her blonde hair was black with a pair of red streaks in her forelocks. Her sclera was black and her blue eyes a vibrant red. Black belts decorated her waist, gloves, pants, and boots with one holding a sheathed dagger.

Zoe admired her new outfit when she saw a pair of women fly by, a bee and a dog. She grinned as she knew it was Chloe and Sabrina. She stepped out onto her balcony, amazed that she didn’t feel the cold. She stepped up onto the balcony railing as new information flooded her. She shuffled her feet before she leapt up and landed on the rooftop across the street.

Zoe grinned and stood. She hurried after Chloe to the base of the fanatics.

Echidna let out an exhausted sigh. She had seen to the last of the people that sought their protection. She and Erinona watched the last of the people leave before she collapsed onto the altar.

“Sister?” Erinona asked.

“Don’t mind me. Might have overdone it a little.”

“Careful! We may have the powers of gods, but we need to be careful else we’ll draw on our own lives.”

Echidna hummed. “Right. Perhaps we should get going now.”

“Why bother? We can just stay here for the night.”

“Shouldn’t we return to home?”

“I mean, we could, but I’d rather avoid the confrontation with Colt as long as possible. Assuming he’d have even recognized me.”

Echidna’s heart dropped. “You don’t think… he was watching, do you?”

“If he wasn’t, Colt would have shown him. Colt so does love to make people miserable.”

Echidna grimaced. “Perhaps we could use some time to composure ourselves. You know, prepare for that whole conversation later.”

“Exactly! Now, let’s take a look around. I’m sure there’s a lovely area we can make a home away from home.”

Erinona moved to leave the chapel when the doors flung open. Chloe and Sabrina ran up before Erinona and Echidna. Chloe knelt followed by Sabrina. Erinona and Echidna exchanged glances, then looked back at the girls.

“Who are you two and what brings you here?” Echidna demanded.

Chloe and Sabrina hesitated. A moment passed before Chloe looked up.

“I know who you are, and you know me. If not in my face, then by my voice. Understand that I also know why you do this. For that reason alone, I am here to offer myself to your cause,” Chloe said.

“And I’m here for her,” Sabrina added, pointing to Chloe.

Echidna’s jaw dropped. She covered it as she glanced at Erinona, then back at Chloe.

Erinona stepped forward. “Are you ladies sure? This will be no easy fight and there is opposition.”

“That’s fine! I’ll fight whoever if it means we save him, my brother. Please. Let us help in your crusade,” Chloe insisted.

“I mean, we’ll need all the help we can get,” Erinona commented.

“We can offer more than just ourselves too. We have connections that can aid you. Bring you more followers and assistance in purging the world of sin to make way for Paradise,” Chloe added.

Echidna sighed. “Alright. If that’s what you girls want, we’ll accept your help. Just be prepared to fight anything that comes your way. Our opposition will stop at nothing to bring us down.”

“You can count on us!” Chloe declared.

Sabrina nodded.

“Very well. What do you call yourselves?” Echidna asked.

“Uh. We don’t have names, ma’am,” Sabrina admitted.

“Oh! Can we name you two?” Erinona asked.

Chloe and Sabrina exchanged glances, then nodded.

Erinona squealed and approached Sabrina. “You, little puppy, will be Cerberus.”

Sabrina winced. “Cerberus? Can it be something to do with love?”

“Love? Well, how about… oh! What about Agape?”

Sabrina considered and nodded. “Agape is better.”

Echidna nodded and approached Chloe. “From this day forth, you will be known to the world as Ambrosia. Be their promise of long life and immortality within Paradise.”

“Not today!” a voice yelled.

Everyone looked around when Zoe jumped from the rafters into the aisle.

“Who are you, interloper?” Erinona demanded.

“I am Widow. I’m here for the bitch you call ‘Ambrosia.’”

Erinona and Echidna moved to defend Ambrosia, but she stood ready with a lasso in hand.

“Allow me,” Ambrosia said.

“Alone? Are you-?” Erinona started.

“Trust her,” Agape begged.

Erinona and Echidna exchanged glances, then nodded. They retreated to an adjacent room while Agape hid behind the altar.

Widow pulled out her dagger and summoned another before she charged at Ambrosia. She swung wildly at Ambrosia, who deftly dodged her attacks. Ambrosia attempted to wrangle her into the lasso, but she dodged each attempt.

Agape watched Widow and Ambrosia’s dance. She waited a moment longer, then summoned her weapon, a bow. She crouched close to the ground, notched an arrow, and waited until Ambrosia snagged Widow. Widow sneered, went to cut the rope, and she loosened the arrow. It flew and drove through Widow’s hand.

Widow sucked in a breath. She clutched her dagger and fumbled to cut the rope when more arrows pierced her shoulder and arm. She recoiled in pain as another volley lodged into her leg. She swore and dropped her dagger.

Ambrosia moved to pick it up when there was a series of loud pops. Widow instinctively hit the floor and covered her head. She stared at the ground as smoke wafted into her view. She looked up to see the room had filled with black smoke. She struggled to move when Ambrosia’s scream tore through the air. She looked back as the golden rope vanished and a shadowy figure stole her away.

Void emerged from Notre Dame with Widow in her arms. Widow blinked and looked up at her.

“Who are you?” Widow demanded.

“An ally.”

“How can I be sure?”

“Would you rather I left you at the hands of our enemy?”

Widow considered. “Fine. Can you at least drop me off at home?”

“I will, wherever that is, after we tend to your wounds.”

“We?” Widow echoed.

Void grinned. “Hold on tight, little one.”

Adrien opened his eyes as he woke up. He shook his head and raised his hand to his head. He paused seeing the dark glove and long sleeve. He rushed to his bathroom, turned on the light, and examined himself. His clothes had transformed into a teal, long sleeved crop hoodie and pants with dark teal gloves and boots. A dark teal undershirt covered his midsection along with a scaly underbelly akin to a snake. A long cloth snake tail extended from the back of his top to the floor and then some. His face was covered in snake-like mask with the lower half of his face and hair exposed. His eyes had changed to yellow sclera with teal snake-like eyes.

Adrien let out a breath as he turned off the light and ran back out. Adrenaline coursed through him at the bizarre energy that coursed through him. He jumped around his room, amazed at the height he was now capable of before he turned his sights outside. He managed to crack the window open and slipped out.

Adrien took a deep breath of the winter air but didn’t feel the cold. He leapt from his window over the mansion wall, careful not to leave any fresh prints in the snow. He landed on the sidewalk and took a breath. He looked around the empty street before he jumped up onto the rooftops. He glanced around at the beautiful city around him lit up with all manner of lights. He took a breath and ran.

Adrien grinned, unable to contain his glee as he moved and jumped around. He reveled in his newfound freedom as he swung around from trees and poles to doing flips he had seen heroes do in movies. He missed the landing on several of them, but even the brief pain of the impact was new and different. He quickly shook himself off before he’d attempt again and again, each try with varying degree of failure and success.

Adrien jumped, but caught his foot on a railing. He sucked in a breath as he plummeted and landed on the sidewalk. Panic seized him when he heard someone else let out a breath. He looked down and froze. He landed on a guy with medium-length black hair with bright red dyed tips amd fair skin dressed in grungy, ripped rocker clothes.

Adrien got up and helped the guy by putting him on his feet. He turned tail and ran away as he heard a loud shriek. He booked it far from the guy before he stopped up on the Eiffel Tower. He hid behind a column and squealed. That man was unbelievably beautiful. He’d never seen a man as handsome as that one except on TV. He wondered what kind of person the guy was. He assumed that the guy was some sort of bad boy or misunderstood villain with a big heart based on what he was wearing. He wondered if he could see the guy again. Would he be able to find the guy? He sure hoped so.

“Well, well, look what we have here,” a woman said.

Adrien looked up from his thoughts at a woman looming over him. She wore a cropped red tank top, black and red biker jacket, a black coin pendant strung through with red string, black gloves with three fingers uncovered, black bellbottom pants, and black boots. Her voluminous black hair streaked with red with a large forelock over her right eye, leaving her left, red eye exposed.

“Who are you?” Adrien asked.

The woman’s eyes widened, and she laughed. “I don’t believe it. The little sickly boy. How did you come into possession of a miraculous?”

Adrien tilted his head. “Miraculous? You mean my bracelet?”

“Your bracelet? Interesting. How did you come into possession of it?”

“The doctor, well, I suppose my kwami, gave it to me. He told me it’d keep me well for the next year.”

“It’s doing its job. Though, what brings you out here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

“Oh? Oh! I did this so I could find the ladybug girl from the news. I want to help her.”

“What a coincidence. I’m looking for her too, but she doesn’t seem to be out anymore. I was actually on my way home when I found you, little one.”

Adrien looked dejected. “Oh.”

“Though, tell you what, why don’t we meet up tomorrow and look for her together?”

“Really? You’d do that? But why?”

“Because a certain someone we both know asked me to help her too.”

“Who do we both know?”

“That’ll be a conversation for another time, little one. For now, let’s get you home.”

“But I just got out here!”

“One night for many more to come. Besides, the ladybug girl is no longer out. What point more is there to being out and running on fumes for the next day?”

Adrien sighed. “I suppose.”

“Atta boy! Let’s get you home.”

“Oh! What’s your name?”

“Huh? Oh, right. Call me Dragnet.”

Adrien stood and held out a hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Dragnet. I’m A-.”

Dragnet pressed a finger against Adrien’s lips. “Aspik. Pleasure to meet you, Aspik.”

“Er, right. Aspik.”

“Keep your identity close to your chest, Aspik. It’s the most valuable thing you have that your enemies will seek to exploit. Understand?”

“Oh? Oh! Yes, ma’am!”

“Good. Now, let’s get you home.”

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hartigays · 3 years

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big brain thot: wheezie being the one to get rafebarry together👀👀

“wheeze, you can’t just show up here like this.”

she hasn’t even gotten off her bicycle yet, helmet still in place and everything. she looks up at rafe with big eyes, rolling them as slowly and dramatically as humanly possible.

“i just did,” wheezie points out, unclipping her helmet and setting it in the front basket of her bike.

rafe eyes her warily, then relaxes a bit. his eyes flicker back towards the trailer. “how’d you even know i’d be here?”

“topper,” she tells him simply, shrugging.

“topper?”

another overly-dramatic eye roll. “yes, topper. he came by looking for sarah and i asked him if he knew where you were. i need help with something.”

“and topper told you i’d be here?” rafe asks, brows raised.

topper is a lot of things, but is he the type of person to send a kid to a coke dealer’s trailer? no, absolutely not.

“i encouraged him,” wheezie replies, a little too vague for rafe’s liking. he narrows his eyes and she sighs. “fine, i kicked him in the crotch until he gave it up. happy?”

rafe snorts at the mental image.

wheezie finally climbs off her bike, standing in front of rafe with her arms crossed. “so, are you going to help me or not?”

he really doesn’t want to say yes. but he’s sort of always had a soft spot for wheezie - she’s one of two people who don’t make him feel completely homicidal.

(the other is sitting back in the trailer, smoking a joint and watching some boxing match on his old as shit tv. the thing has antennas, for fuck’s sake.)

rafe glances back at the trailer again, then turns back to wheezie, scrubbing a hand over his face. “fine. but you can’t come inside, wheeze, i’m serious.”

“why, because of drugs?” wheezie snorts, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “please. i’m pretty sure you smoked weed in my room when i was like, five.”

“that’s not the point,” rafe huffs, his fuse shortening ever-so-slightly. “just tell me what you want.”

for the first time since her arrival, wheezie looks mildly uncomfortable. she bites her lip, looking towards the treeline.

“i want to learn how to fight,” she says, and her voice sounds so small that rafe sort of feels… bad.

which is like a new milestone or whatever, so this is sort of a big moment for him.

“why do you need to learn how to fight?”

wheezie doesn’t say anything for a long stretch. then, her cheeks get red, and the words burst out of her. “i’m getting picked on at school, alright? this girl keeps saying she’s going to beat me up after class and i can only hide from her for so long, you know?”

rafe is mildly taken aback, never figuring wheezie for the type to get bullied. she always seemed self-assured and well adjusted, with a sizable group of friends and an active social life. for a middle schooler, anyway.

“what’s her name?” rafe asks, indignant on his sister’s behalf.

if he had to choose a sister to be the target of bullying, it’d definitely be sarah. wheezie, on the other hand, is just a kid. and if someone is threatening to kick her ass, rafe sure as hell is going to find out who.

“i’m not telling you her name, rafe,” wheezie says. “i don’t want you going and knocking her door down to threaten her or whatever. i want you to teach me how to fight so i can hold my own.”

rafe would probably just kill the kid, not threaten her, whoever she is. but he doesn’t tell this to wheezie, biting his tongue for once.

he rocks back on his heels, then sighs, and beckons for wheezie to follow him into the trailer.

wheezie throws her arms up as if to say fucking finally, following rafe inside.

barry is still smoking on the couch, but when he sees wheezie trailing after rafe, he has the presence of mind to put the joint out with an awkward cough.

“you gonna tell me who your little friend is, country club?”

“i’m his sister, wheezie,” she says before rafe can speak, rolling her shoulders back and holding barry’s gaze steadily.

“wheezie?” barry repeats, then laughs, wagging his finger in her direction. “you funny, kid.”

wheezie gives rafe a look, clearly judging him for his choice of company.

“jury’s still out on you,” wheezie tells barry, eyeing him.

barry actually throws his head back when he laughs this time, and rafe can’t help but eye the line of his throat, his mouth going a little dry.

the worst part is, wheezie notices him staring. she raises a brow at rafe. he just coughs and looks away, regretting every decision he’s made in the last ten minutes.

“look, she wants to learn how to fight,” rafe tells barry. “i figured two heads would be better than one?”

“or you just a pussy and know you can’t beat nobody’s ass, rafe,” barry says, reclining back on the sofa, staring at him through heavily-lidded eyes.

“neither can you,” rafe reminds him.

always reminding him. where rafe has failed, barry has too. rather consistently, as a matter of fact.

“fair ‘nough,” barry says after a stretch, leaning forward again. “two heads, then.”

wheezie coughs, and they both turn to look at her. she gives them a bored look. “are you two done having a moment? or do you still need a minute? because i can step outside if- ”

“shut up, wheeze,” rafe groans, pushing her towards the couch.

they spend the next hour and a half discussing fighting techniques, and the cardinal rules of fighting. the ones rafe and barry abide by, anyway.

there aren’t many. they spend the majority of the time discussing technique.

when wheezie gets sick of listening to them yammer on about the different types of headlocks, she starts to get restless.

“oh my god, i didn’t come for the rules of fight club, alright? will one of you just show me how to punch this bitch in the face?”

both barry and rafe shut up immediately, barry’s mouth dropping open in mild surprise.

rafe just snorts, mumbling fair enough under his breath.

and that’s how rafe ends up watching barry do some sort of shadow boxing with wheezie in the living room. rafe re-lights the joint, watching the scene before him in amusement.

“no, kid, you ain’t gotta do all that fancy shit with your legs,” barry is saying at one point, then demonstrates some sort of kick for her.

rafe forgets sometimes that barry has military training, and despite the fact that he gets his ass beat on a regular basis, he’s a pretty damn good teacher.

the joint is long gone by the time wheezie looks at her watch, cursing.

“shit. rose is gonna kill me,” wheezie mutters, fumbling for her phone.

“just tell her you’re staying at a friend’s,” rafe suggests. “it’s too dark for you to bike back anyway.”

“you could always drive me, you know,” wheezie reminds him. then, her eyes flicker down to what’s left of the joint (basically, the filter) and backtracks. “well, he could.”

she’s pointing at barry, and barry shrugs.

rafe, however, finds himself wanting wheezie to stay. dare he say it, he might’ve actually missed his sister.

he’s pretty sure he’ll regret it later, but regardless he says, “we’ll get you something to eat and you can crash here if you’re too tired to go home after.”

something to eat ends up being freezer-burnt pizza rolls, but wheezie doesn’t complain. she eats her food while scrolling through her phone, glancing up at rafe and barry every now and then.

they’re conversing quietly about a drug deal they have set up later, a big one. rafe doesn’t think wheezie is listening, but he also doesn’t notice the way she keeps glancing up at them, her eyes flickering between them with an unreadable look on her face.

and then, out of nowhere, “are you guys dating?”

rafe looks at her sharply and he sees barry do the same out of the corner of his eye. barry’s mouth had shut so quickly that his teeth clacked together, and rafe can see him rubbing at his jaw.

“what the hell, wheeze?”

wheezie raises her hands in mock-surrender, but still rolls her eyes. “it’s just a question, geez. but thanks for the answer.”

“the fuck is she talkin’ about?” barry asks, his gaze flickering between rafe and wheezie.

“you two,” wheezie explains slowly, looking almost bored. again. rafe is starting to think he’s had a bad influence on her. “you’re dating, right? like that’s why you’re always here, right?”

the latter question is directed towards rafe, and he feels his stupid cheeks betray him, burning red.

“oh, right. you’re men, of course you haven’t talked about it,” wheezie sighs, then stands up and brushes invisible crumbs off her shorts. “well, i conveniently have to use the bathroom, so. use this time wisely, i guess?”

then wheezie disappears from the small kitchen, leaving rafe and barry sitting in thick, palpable silence.

“so… what the fuck just happened?” rafe asks when he can’t take the uncomfortable silence any longer, pointedly not looking at barry.

when barry shifts in his seat, rafe can feel it, and he realizes all at once just how close they’re sitting.

“she thinks… “ barry trails off, shifting in his seat again.

“that we’re dating,” rafe finishes, swallowing around the golf ball-sized lump that has mysteriously appeared in his throat.

rafe can feel barry looking at him. he can feel the heat of his gaze, and wow, wheezie is taking a really long time in the bathroom.

“that what we been doing, country club?” barry asks, and rafe looks over at him so quickly that his neck pops.

rafe searches barry’s face for any trace of humor, but comes up empty.

they’ve been practically living together for months, ever since rafe gave up trying to please ward and joined barry’s little side business. and if he really thinks about it, they have lapsed into something almost nauseatingly domestic.

it’s like. like rafe’s been in this weird, fucked up relationship this whole time, and he’s just now realizing it. and realizing, at the same time, that he doesn’t want it to end now that wheezie has gutted them both and laid everything out in the open, where neither of them can hide.

jesus fucking christ, is he in love with barry? barry the drug dealer?

well, rafe supposes that’s what he would call himself now, too, so. maybe it makes some sort of sense after all.

“i don’t think so, but i think we should now,” rafe finally says. he doesn’t know why he says that last bit, it just sort of slips out before he realizes what he’s saying.

but he doesn’t take it back either.

barry is too quiet next to him. the silence goes on for far too long, and rafe is starting to debate internally whether or not he should dump wheezie’s body in the swamp or somewhere off shore.

finally, barry speaks. “startin’ to think you may be onto somethin’, rafe cameron.”

“so is that a yes?” rafe huffs, already feeling exposed enough as it is. he doesn’t need barry speaking in shades of gray.

suddenly, there are fingers wrapping around his jaw, gentler than rafe would’ve anticipated, and then barry is turning rafe’s head and kissing him.

like, really kissing him. rafe feels like he’s being turned inside out, his insides shifting and adjusting, rearranging and adapting to make room for barry.

it’s not a particularly long kiss, but it’s sure as hell the best one rafe has experienced in his life.

“they teach you that in the army?” rafe asks when barry pulls away, aiming for nonchalant but failing due to the heavy rise and fall of his chest. and the fact that he can’t stop staring at barry’s mouth.

barry just smacks the back of rafe’s head, shoving him lightly. “get the fuck out my kitchen, country club.”

rafe is about to respond when the bathroom door opens, and wheezie pokes her head out.

“ugh, thank god you’re finally done. you should invest in a bathroom fan, you know,” wheezie tells barry, “i could literally hear everything.”

she shudders and gags, barry laughs, and rafe vaults himself out the nearest window.

well, he tries to. barry catches him by the waist easily, dragging him back into his seat. wheezie just rolls her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“okay, well, since you’re done being a drama queen, i think i’d like that ride home now.”

#rafebarry #outer banks #fanon rafe and canon rafe my beloveds #thank u for the request!! <3 #my fics #ask #anon

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stellarstarss · 2 years

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uh uh uh co-op bot headcanons

some are personal, and more wholesome hcs cause they’re my comfort characters,,,

Atlas Headcanons:

headcanon height: 6′5″

- squeaky toys confuse Atlas. like, he doesn’t know HOW it squeaks. he just knows it Makes Noises.

- Atlas stims by jumping, hopping, and rotating/spinning his head. - Atlas mimics purring noises when affectionate, but sadly he cannot purr by default. to some it might sound scary cause it sounds similar to his growl, but he’s just trying to show that he loves it. - Atlas’ affection!! To show affection to a human, Atlas gently bonks them with his head. before, it was kind of trial and error and he accidentally knocked someone out from being too eager. if you don’t want him to do that then he’ll accept a nuzzle, he likes those. - Atlas’ antenna will wag when he’s really happy, just like a dog. it will increase in intensity the more he’s happy - he’s... a heavy sleep mode snoozer, good luck trying to wake him. he’ll also will twitch in his sleep occasionally, prolly dreaming of electric sheep /j

P-Body Headcanons:

headcanon height: 6′7″

- P-Body stims by clapping, happy little feet taps, and hopping!!

- P-Body purrs when affectionate or when she’s in sleep mode. those chirps she makes in the game (and also heard in the files) is how she normally speaks

- P-Body has a weird little behavior thats never really seen, she’ll actively stalk a laser pointer when not testing. yes, she’ll go insane like what cats do. she might get hurt in the process of catching it but hey, doesn’t stop her from catching it tho!

- She’s a light sleep mode snoozer. any loud noises happen and it’ll wake her. poor baby - Speaking of loud noises, she doesn’t like the sound of thunder. it scares her. She always goes to Atlas for comfort

Both in general:

- Their pupils dilate when startled or scared in the actual canon, but in my hc they will dilate when affectionate or chill.

- Since ive seen people ship them, i have some on how they show their love: nuzzling, hugging, and cuddling. sometimes they’d occasionally tickle each other. P-Body ALWAYS fails cause she’s ticklish. - Since they’re programmed to feel touch, they enjoy pets and other physical affection!

#headcanons #portal 2 #portal #Atlas and P-Body #Portal 2 Atlas #Portal 2 P-Body #Atlas #P-Body #portal 2 headcanons #atlas and p-body my beloved #they're my comfort characters <3

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doodlegirl12345 · 2 years

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Sugar Rush {1/2}

It my birthday! It’s my birthday! Hello my Miraculous Lovelies, it’s Doodle back with another story. As mentioned before it’s my birthday I decided to do another story with my golden girl. If you been around long enough then you know whom I’m talking about. So without farer ado here’s the first part of my newest story Sugar Rush.

Also available on Wattpad

Up Next: Part 2

Sugar Rush

Crisis.

Without notice an unassuming moment can quickly spiral into an undeniable crisis. It’s never planned by the people who suffer the majority of the burden. Instead it takes them by surprise when most of the damage is already done. Although the rise of a crisis can often show another side of people. A side willing to support people in unexpected ways bringing forth the best in such a ruinous situation. That even in darkness there’s still an opportunity for some light.

She did not know how to describe it, this feeling that had overtaken her body. A few words did come to mind: sharp, sudden and an outcome of overconfidence. Although in the greater scheme of things classification did not matter as it did not bypass the fact that she had been completely immobilized.

The bright summer sun of this Saturday afternoon shined down right on the living statue that she could now call herself. Weapon pressed against her heart, face twisted with shock while her body was centered in a city block. While multiple animal roars echoed throughout the city.

None of this was what Paris’ newest bee heroine, Honeybee had expected today. That her own power being used against her.

A familiar voice cut through the roars as a swarm of ladybugs started to scatter throughout the city, recovering the losses.

Eventually the ladybugs reached Honeybee, healing her all in a swift motion. The bugs ran across her costume, a black collared jumpsuit with matching full length gloves with fluffy pollen like cuffs. The suit’s bright yellow torso had a black v-shaped stripe across the chest with two thinner black stripes underneath. While the lower half was black with tall boots with thin triangular bands at the knees and yellow wedges at the bottom. The black and yellow mask on her face had its colors divided longways with yellow on top and black on the bottom.

Ladybugs had also run through her long reddish orange hair with jet black highlights, sharply contrasting with her fair skin and bright teal blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with a black headband with ribbons like antennas sticking out. But the most important of notice was the golden bee themed hair comb placed on the right side of her head. Frozen limbs regained feeling once more while life sparked back into Honeybee’s face. Her eyes started to survey the scene, noticing her teammates Ladybug and Chat Noir a few feet away.

Both stood over their former opponent still concealed in a cloud of ink like darkness while Ladybug released the now purified butterfly from her yoyo. The bee was about to join them when she felt something brush against her ankle. She looked down to see an adorable Dalmatian puppy with black folded ears and a matching spot around the left eye.

“Woof,” the puppy yipped.

“Aww, wait a second are you who I think you are?” Honeybee crouched down checking the red collar around the dog’s neck. The metal nameplate was engraved with the word “Sprinkles”. “So you’re the one that she’s been looking for aren’t you little fella? You know she nearly tore up the whole city to find you. Do you want to see her?”

Sprinkles wagged their tail while giving out another cheerful bark.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Honeybee wrapped her trompo around her waist as her hair comb let out a warning beep. “But let’s do it quickly okay?”

The bee gently brought her hands underneath Sprinkles’ torso before bringing the puppy closer to her. Sprinkles wiggled for a few seconds as the heroine started to move forward after standing back up. Although otherwise the dog seemed fine and secured. Honeybee approached her teammates who appeared busy talking to a girl who looked around fourteen. The girl had shoulder length wavy brown hair, fair skin and emerald green eyes. She was wearing a pink peplum top with a white floral pattern, light blue denim patchwork capris and white canvas sneakers. While the bee got closer she could hear the conversation between the three of them.

“…I just wanted to find Sprinkles,” the brunette told the heroes. “He’s just a puppy you know. He’s only out there alone because my brother didn’t close the door after going out to play football with his friends.”

“I’m sure that he’s out there…” Ladybug started.

“Kelly,” the brunette replied, her voice sounding panicked. “What if Sprinkles is hurt? Based on what you told me about when I was Animal Whisper, I practically sent out the whole zoo to find him. What if they scared him? I might never find him now.”

“We could help,” Chat Noir offered. “It would be much easier than doing it solo.”

“You actually don’t have to look that far,” Honeybee announced, holding up Sprinkles.

Kelly’s eyes instantly lit up. “Sprinkles?”

The puppy let out a little bark while his tail wagged before Honeybee handed him over to Kelly. She pulled her pet close, giving the Dalmatian a little head rub using her finger causing Sprinkles to relax in her arms.

“Where did you find him?” Kelly asked. “I thought that I would never see Sprinkles again.”

“He just came to me,” the bee admitted. “It just was a matter of good timing.”

“Well still, thank you very much,” the brunette told the heroine when Sprinkles let out a little yawn. She started cooing at the puppy. “Aww, you’re tired aren’t you? It’s because you had a busy day. Let me take you home and you can take a nap if you want.”

Kelly walked off thanking all the heroes for all that they had done.

“Nice save with the dog,” Ladybug told Honeybee after the trio finished waving back.

“Just a stroke of luck,” the bee reminded her while nervously twirling the ends of her ponytail. “But I would rather be remembered for that today than being jabbed by my own weapon on my first day of patrol.”

Patrol. That’s what exactly brought her out here today. Recently Ladybug and Chat Noir had started to do scheduled patrol runs with the reserve heroes to give them more practice with their miraculous, gain more information and run drills in a less intense environment compared to being thrusted into danger when their miraculous was first given. Since Honeybee was the most recent addition to the team’s roster, today was her turn. Patrol began at noon after suiting up. Ladybug showed the project that she’s been working on: a database on her yoyo of the city’s previous villains, all compiled in one place. The bug’s justification for the project was since she and Chat Noir had faced over one hundred villains. It’s understandable that not everyone on the team will remember each one especially if they weren’t involved. So this way the team members can look through and refer to if needed.

It seemed fitting considering Shadow Moth’s habit of bringing back previous villains. All Ladybug needed to do is transfer copies to each hero miraculous. Honeybee browsed through a few entries recognizing many of the names and faces from her own research from the Ladyblog and archived new stories online, along with her own personal experiences. After that Chat Noir planned to show Honeybee a few of their patrol routes and meeting spots. But before anything could happen a flock of pigeons swooped down on the rooftop they were standing attempting to peck at them. Meanwhile below the streets began to fill with zoo animals. The culprit was Animal Whisper.

Eventually the trio cornered the villain in this very city block. Ladybug summoned her lucky charm while Honeybee activated her venom. But when the bee was about to sting. Animal Whisper grabbed and turned her wrist, jabbing her with her own weapon, paralyzing her.

“Hey don’t beat yourself for that,” Ladybug assured her. “Every single one of us has taken a bad hit. No one is going to hold it against you.”

“Yeah don’t sweat it, Honeybee,” Chat Noir added. “If I had a euro every time that I suffered the effects of an akuma or was mind controlled. I would be able to take the whole team out to McDonalds.”

Honeybee smiled as both her hair comb and Ladybug’s earrings let out warning beeps. “I guess you’re right. Well considering our situation just like Cinderella we gotta split before the magic runs out.”

“Glad you’re feeling better,” Ladybug smiled while eyeing the alleyway behind Chat for their exit. “Chat, we’ll meet back up with you at our usual patrol spot on Durand Avenue.”

“Alright, I’ll send out a notification through the akuma alert app to let everyone know that this area is-“ Chat Noir started.

However before he could finish that sentence a cloud of purple smoke eerily crept into the city block. Quickly it enveloped the heroes obscuring their vision. Honeybee began coughing as her throat now felt irritated. As she did, the bee noticed through the smoke several different silhouettes. The smoke started to thin out, one by one each silhouette stepped forward revealing themselves. With each familiar face Honeybee’s eyes landed on she could hear her heartbeat ring in her ears.

Troublemaker.

The Mime.

Pixelator.

Evillustrator.

Horrificator.

Animan.

Volpina.

The fox villain stepped forward while twirling her flute between her fingers. “Hello heroes, are you surprised to see us?”

Honeybee looked over at her teammates; she wasn’t a mind reader but their identical expressions: widened eyes and agape jaws practically said it all.

Volpina’s lips spread into a wicked smile before gesturing toward the rest of the villains. “I speak for all of us when I say it’s been a long time. All of us have a score to settle here. To right the wrongs of the past and who better than The Cynical Seven to do that task? So, are there any last words?”

Honeybee’s eyes shifted back toward her teammates. “Well considering our situation would it be too much to ask for a five minute intermission?”

Animan, who was in his panther form let out a growl. Evillustrator’s hand with his stylus dashed across the drawing tablet attached to his arm. Several floating boxing gloves appeared out of thin air. The gloves blitzed toward the heroes causing them to collide with the storefront window next to them due to their targets moving. Shards of glass went flying through the air as the heroes landed against the road. After playing a note from her flute Volpina swung it forward creating multiple illusions of The Cynical Seven to circle around the heroes. There were even some standing on the buildings’ rooftops.

“I’m going to take that as a no,” Honeybee rolled onto her side.

Chat Noir rolled onto his feet while pulling his staff from his hostler. “You two go and recharge. I’ll handle them until you get back.”

“Alone, you sure?” Ladybug started to pull herself up during the same time Honeybee did. “There’s so many-“

“Are you forgetting that you’re talking to the same person who held his own against the city’s police force a few months ago?” the cat reminded her. “We don’t have much time to discuss this, so go.”

The bug stared back at him before nodding. She stood back onto her feet guiding Honeybee to follow her lead. The heroines ran through the illusions into the nearby alleyway that shared the building with the now damaged storefront.

Eventually the two of them went down the block creating distance between them and their problem while timers went off. Ladybug ducked into the nearest alleyway tucking herself into the shadows. The area was bathed with a flash of red light. Honeybee followed, keeping herself at the other end of the alleyway, forcing herself to look outward to preserve her teammate’s identity.

A ring of golden light circled around her body, pulling off her suit and returning the heroine to her civilian identity: Sabrina Raincomprix. Instead of her usual outfit, the redhead was wearing a flutter sleeved light yellow blouse, a black knee length button up denim skirt, a pair of black lace flats and a black crossbody bag with a triangular white lace flap with two matching bows atop of each other in the center on her shoulder. Part of her hair was tucked behind her ear pulled back with a silver hairpin with a diamond bejeweled bee on the end.

It was the bee miraculous, now hidden in camouflage mode.

This shocking revelation didn’t not start that long ago. It happened during one of the last weeks of the school year. She had been paired up with Marinette during their final history project when her father was attacked by the villain Lord Justice. Eventually Ladybug had approached Sabrina with the bee miraculous. After hesitation and deliberation Sabrina accepted the miraculous becoming the second bee miraculous holder, Honeybee.

She hasn’t told anybody about this, not her father, former classmates or even Chloé. Especially since Honeybee technically told her off during their first meeting. It was the best way to keep the peace as what Chloé does not know will not hurt her. Sabrina continued looking outward as Pollen floated right in front of her. She smiled while greeting the little kwami.

“I can’t believe that we are having akuma attacks back to back today,” Ladybug huffed. “Seriously, does Shadow Moth have a life or what?”

“I know right? He clearly needs a hobby that isn’t this,” Sabrina agreed while keeping her eyes on Pollen. “I wonder if there’s a local sewing circle he could join? Seriously, seven akumas at once? What, did Prime Queen and Mr. Pigeon have some theater tickets?”

“I wouldn’t put it past Shadow Moth just using the Animal Whisper attack just to lure us out,” the bug theorized. “So we can be ambushed, either way we should get back as soon as possible. Though Chat Noir said that he could handle it. I don’t like the idea of anyone facing that many villains at once, alone. Let me get the snacks that I packed from my purse.”

Sabrina heard the sound of rustling a few feet away from her.

“Oh…oh no,” Ladybug’s voice suddenly sounded panicked. “This can’t be happening, not today!”

“Oh no?” the redhead asked. “Is that good or bad? I’m really trying to be optimistic here and not think about the worst case scenario.”

“I don’t have the snacks,” the bug spoke matter of factly.

That was the worst case scenario.

“I don’t know what happened. I put the bag together right before I left!” Ladybug continued, sounding more anxious by the second. “I…I must’ve left it on the counter when I was talking to my mom this morning. The only other thing that I can think of is using those power ups but those are locked away in my yoyo which I can’t access right now! Do you have any food on you?”

“Uh…” the redhead started to look in her purse, sorting through things. There was her cellphone, her black lace accordion wallet, a light purple pen, a bottle of travel size hand sanitizer, a small purple case with her black wireless earbuds, her house keys with a small push penguin keychain and a pink tube of strawberry lip balm. She picked up the tube of lip balm. “Depends, do kwamis eat slightly used strawberry lip balm?”

Pollen shot her a look and shook her head.

“Alright, according to Pollen that clearly is not an option,” Sabrina put the tube back in her purse. “So what’s the plan Ladybug-“

“I can’t believe I did this, messing up everything again. Oh who am I kidding? It wouldn’t be another day without me making a mistake,” the bug admonished herself, it sounded like she was pacing back and forth. “Always making a bad situation worse without even trying.”

“Uh Ladybug-“ the redhead started.

“It’s not fair to leave Chat Noir high and dry,” Ladybug continued her panic. “This stuff shouldn’t be happening anymore. How I’m I supposed to be a great guardian if I’m still making these amateur mistakes?”

“Ladybug,” Sabrina tried once more before looking down at her house keys. More specifically her keychain.

“I’m supposed to have all the answers, Tikki,” her teammate dove deeper into her self-shaming spiral. “But I can’t even get this right-“

“LADYBUG, WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PENGUINS!” Sabrina exclaimed, cutting her off.

Suddenly the sound of pacing from Ladybug stopped short. “Huh?”

“Penguins,” the redhead nervously twirled the ends of her hair. “What do you think of them?”

“Uh…I don’t know, I never really thought that deeply about them,” the bug replied, confusion prevalent in her voice.

“I always thought that they were pretty cool. It just stinks that they can’t fly, it’s like they were given the short end of the stick, you know?”

“I think that’s something that I can relate to. The most that I know about them is from a movie I saw when I was little. I can’t remember the name but they were singing and dancing.”

“Was it Happy Feet?”

“Yeah, that’s the name! It’s been forever since I have seen it!”

“You know if there’s a penguin miraculous out there and the wearer uses one of those flying power-ups they would be the first flying penguin?”

“You got a point. But there’s not one that I’m aware of,” Ladybug giggled before giving a slight pause. “Wait a second, why are we talking about penguins?”

“So you can take a brief pause as you were… kinda spiraling,” Sabrina ran her thumb across the plush keychain. “It’s something my Aunt Claire often did for me when I was little. For example, if I fell and scraped my knee she would bring up a random topic to calm down and forget the pain for a while. She often would bring up penguins and even got me a penguin keychain the last time she was here to remind me when I get worked up to take a pause and slow down. It doesn’t automatically fix all the problems but puts you in the right headspace.”

“That’s really good advice,” Ladybug told her.

“It is, she also suggests to take a few deep breaths to ease the nerves,” the redhead suggested.

Sabrina drummed her fingers against her purse as she heard three deep breaths being drawn.

“Better?” she asked her teammate.

“Much better,” said Ladybug.

“Good…as I never seen you so…so-“

“Anxious? I’m sorry you had to hear that. It’s just been a lot going on lately that I really can’t go too much detail into. But I’m so sorry that I forgot the snacks. I have let everyone here down.”

“What was that advice that you told me a few minutes ago about not beating yourself up?”

“I did, didn’t I? That’s the thing about advice: it’s so easy to give but hard to follow.”

“Well you should.”

“It’s not always that easy, especially when it seems that I keep screwing up. I’m supposed to be the one who has the answers for everything.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to.”

“Huh?”

“Have all the answers. No one really does, I think we are supposed to do our best with what we know and what we are willing to learn. You’re being too hard on yourself. Look, I know we technically haven’t known each other for that long so it probably won’t even mean that much. But considering all that you and Chat Noir do just to keep this city still standing at the end of the day. I think you’re doing great even if that means you’re not perfect all the time.”

“You think that?”

“Yeah I do. I know that at least you have helped change my life for the better.”

There was a moment of silence that was followed by a slight sniffle from Ladybug’s end.

“I would give you a hug right now but with the situation that we are in I’m morally obligated not to,” Sabrina told her teammate, still keeping her eyes on Pollen. “Mainly because we are in a tight spot right now.”

Ladybug took a deep breath. “You’re right this needs to be fixed. In this area I know that there are a few shops that serve food around here. We should do this separately for obvious reasons. But after recharging, both of us need to get back to the fight as soon as possible. Do you need any money? I have some that I can spare.”

“No, I’m fine. Besides when I became the new bee miraculous holder that meant I accepted all the responsibilities that go along with it,” the redhead gesture toward Pollen causing the kwami to fly into her purse. “So don’t panic. You’re not carrying this weight alone. I’m going to leave now so we don’t accidentally run into each other while trying to separate. I’ll see you soon.”

With that Sabrina left the alleyway without looking back and before Ladybug could say another word. After a few feet the redhead walked onto the vacant sidewalk. No one was out most likely because the akuma alert from the Animal Whisper attack was still in effect. She leaned back against a brick wall while taking a deep breath reminding herself about penguins. That even though they are flightless they make great swimmers, making use of what they do have.

“Alright Miss Pollen,” the redhead asked as Pollen popped her head out of her purse. “What do you eat anyway?”

“Sugar,” answered the bee kwami.

“Sugar huh? Well that explains why you’re so sweet. So does it have to be straight up sugar or could it be like in a cookie?”

“Ooo yes. Cookies are what Ladybug usually gives me when she’s out of sugar cubes.”

“Perfect,” the redhead smiled. “I know a place that sells them and they’re only two blocks away from here.”

After a quick sprint Sabrina entered through the doors of one her favorite places, Rosie’s Cafe. She practically spilled through the doorway due to her own quicken pace. Her eyes darted around the café scenery with its light green painted walls, the dark wooden tables and chairs in the dining area. The rustic brick wall behind one of the main wooden counters that held a cash register beside a large illuminated dessert case. The smell of coffee beans wafted through the air. But what truly held Sabrina’s attention was the amount of people in the café.

The dining area was nearly filled while there was a long line of people that stopped a few inches from the doorway. The redhead walked forward hoping that the things she was piecing together were wrong. In the line in front of her was a woman who appeared to be in her mid twenties. She had deep brown skin and long black curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail. The woman was wearing a white short sleeved tunic, black trousers and white ballet flats.

“Um excuse me,” Sabrina approached her.

The woman turned around to face her. Sabrina noticed the black lanyard around her neck. A plastic name plate was attached to the lanyard’s clip with “Sparkle Boutique” up top and the name Skylar in the middle.

“Yes?” asked Skylar.

“Is this the line to order?” asked Sabrina.

“Yeah, it is.”

“Really? There has to be at least fifteen people in line here.”

“I know, I was thinking the same thing when I came here a couple minutes ago. Most of the people probably took shelter here because of the nearby akuma attacks. Personally I’m just here to get something to eat after work.”

“I really don’t have much time to wait here,” the redhead pulled out her phone from her purse. “I heard there’s a bakery not too far from here. I’ll just look up the address.”

She started to slide her fingers across her phone’s lock screen when Skylar asked. “Wait, are you talking about Desrosiers’ Bakery?”

“Yeah,” Sabrina’s fingers stopped moving.

“Let me save you a trip. It’s closed for the weekend.”

“Really? Why?”

“The family that runs the bakery decided to close for the weekend to take a family trip to the beach. But it will be open again on Monday. I’m actually a friend of the family so that’s how I know this.”

“Oh great, I really need a cookie right now since…I need to meet up with some friends.”

“You might be better off waiting in line here. I got a notification a few minutes ago saying that there was another akuma attack just a few blocks from here.

Personally, I suggest that you just wait it out here while the heroes take care of it.”

Sabrina just threw her head back letting out a long groan while letting the irony of the situation encompass her.

“Are you okay?” Skylar asked her.

“Not really, I’m just wondering if the universe tipped the scales against me,” the redhead told her. “Or if I’m actually the protagonist in someone’s fanfic and that’s why I’m going through this. But I guess I’ll be fine. Thanks for telling me about the bakery. I’m going to make a phone call now.”

“It’s no problem,” Skylar turned back around, pulling out her phone from her pocket and putting on a pair of earbuds.

Pollen popped her head out of Sabrina’s purse.

Sabrina looked down at Pollen while laying her phone flat in her hand to look like she was on speaker phone. “Well it’s clear that I’m going to be here for a while. Skylar is right, it’s best to stay here. Instead of wasting time and running around the city to find a shop that isn’t full. Let’s just hope you know who is having better luck than I am. It’s more important that she is able to get back than me.”

“You’re important too, Highness,” Pollen told her.

“Thanks, that means a lot,” the redhead tilted herself to the side to see the bakery case. The sleeves filled with trays of baked goods such as croissants, bagels, muffins, brownies and cookies. The cookies were large and in various flavors such as chocolate chip, red velvet, lemon and snickerdoodle. “So what kind of cookie do you want anyway? You might want to get a snickerdoodle.”

“What’s that?”

“It has a simple cookie base rolled in cinnamon sugar. So it probably gives you a double dose of what you need.”

“Ooo, I would like that please.”

“Alright, I’ll get that for you,” Sabrina looked at the long line ahead of her. “When I’m able to get the chance.”

The line started to move forward while more people came in, continuing the line behind the redhead. A notification lit up her phone’s lock screen from the local news app she had downloaded on her phone. Her father told her to download it earlier in the school year when the akuma problem started ramping up. The notification read: LIVE NEWSCAST. An unsettling feeling started to churn in Sabrina’s stomach as she pulled out her wireless earbuds out of her purse. Instantly she put them on while Pollen sat patiently waiting for her cookie.

She unlocked her phone and tapped the notification causing the app to open. The broadcast appeared on the screen showing Nadja Chamack sitting in a news helicopter with a very solemn look on her face. The camera panned down, close to the ground below showing the city where The Cynical Seven was located. The group of villains had circled around Chat Noir as he was being dragged across the pavement from his tail by Horrorificator. The horror movie monster smacked him against the road before looming right over him. Chat Noir had his batons, one in each hand while his bright green eyes were practically glazed over.

“You’re not much of a threat without that bug of yours, aren’t you?” Volpina interrogated the cat. “Only a few minutes since she’s been gone and you’re a wreck. I always figured you were the weakest link of the two.”

Horrorificator raised her fists, high ready to bring them down on the hero. The cat laid flat on his back, his eyes darted for a few seconds before throwing one of his batons toward a nearby lamppost. The Mime instinctively ducked, letting the baton ricochet off the post, right into Horrorificator’s center eye. The monster wailed and brought her hands toward her face.

Chat Noir rolled onto his feet scooping up the thrown baton. “You know besides chemistry I have always had a soft spot for physics. Now that illusion dust that you threw into my eyes has worn off. How about we have a much fairer fight? Or are you afraid that you’re actually the weakest link, Volpina?”

The fox looked bewildered as his nerve to oppose them had shocked her. “Get him!”

The rest of the Cynical Seven charge forward. But the cat was ready, spinning his batons to deflect the blitzing darts that had come from Evillustrator. Chat Noir reassembled his staff before swinging it under Pixelator knocking him off his feet. The Mime rushed toward the cat with what looked like something between his enclosed fists. The performer swiped at the cat revealing that his weapon of choice was a sword. Chat Noir ducked, bringing his own staff forward and deflecting the blade. He followed up with striking The Mime in the stomach, chest, knees and ending with a crack across the opponent’s face.

The Mime’s body hit the pavement causing Chat Noir to shift his attention to Troublemaker. Who appeared back into sight a few seconds before in an attempt to use the element of surprise. He must’ve heard her footsteps as the cat whirled around with his staff, knocking her back. After falling to the ground, Troublemaker tried to click her pen again. But Chat Noir extended his staff knocking the pen from her hand and swiped the pen in one swift movement.

“Thanks for the souvenir,” the cat slid the pen into his pocket.

“That is not yours,” Troublemaker lunged at the hero.

But his cat ears twitched, leading him to perform a side aerial to move out of dodge. Horrificator’s slime balls flew by hitting Troublemaker throwing her back, plastering against one of the building’s walls that was behind them.

“Woo, now that’s a sticky situation,” the cat quipped after landing. “Get it? You know-“

Before he could finish. Animan, still in his panther form, tackled him to the ground.

“You really think this is funny don’t you, Super Meanie?” Animan snarled. “But I’m going to win this time! It’s not going to be like those other times!”

“You know it’s not great to hold grudges,” Chat Noir reminded him.

The panther growled. “This won’t be like what happened at the tv station.”

He moved forward ready to sink his teeth into Chat Noir’s face. While unhinging his jaw the cat shoved his staff into the panther’s mouth. He bit down out of complete shock. In his eyes you can see the pain started to take its toll as the villain started to whimper like a child.

“It brings back memories, doesn’t it?” the cat questioned as Animan spit the staff onto his chest. “Ewww.”

Animan continued to whimper through the pain until suddenly a blast of pale purple light struck him causing the panther to be pixelated leaving Chat Noir alone on the ground.

“Dang it!” Pixelator stomped his foot. “I missed him!”

“That’s what you get for enrolling into the stormtrooper academy,” Chat Noir smirked while pulling himself up.

However, when he did The Mime came from behind ripping the staff from the cat’s hand and wrapped his arms around Chat Noir to hold him in place.

“You don’t get it Kitty Cat,” Volpina folded her arms. “It’s not fair that you and Ladybug win all the time. I should win too!”

“Well considering who you are working for it’s more than fair,” the cat struggled as his eyes laid back on Pixelator. “Hey Shutterbug, don’t you still want to take my picture?”

“Huh?” the photographer asked.

“I thought you wanted to take my picture,” Chat Noir innocently continued. “That’s all you wanted to do last time. I mean the six of you could just try to take my ring. But what’s stopping me from meeting up with Ladybug and getting another miraculous. I would be lying if I said that I never wanted to try the dragon miraculous. Think about what I can do with that. I showed that I can create enough damage without it. You’re just better zapping me off. I don’t like the situation right now but I know when I’m beat.”

Volpina looked over at Pixelator who remained unsettlingly still. Her expression went from sinister and sly to instead being at war with herself. “Yes, I know. But I think he has a point. What if those other do-gooders come back before we have another chance? You said I was going to win this time! You promised! You promised! You promised! It’s my turn!”

Pixelator put his hand on the visor ready to shoot. However Chat Noir simultaneously elbowed The Mime in the stomach and stomped on his feet hard causing him to be let go. The performer was grabbed by his shirt by the cat and tossed into Pixelator’s slight line while the photographer was firing. Chat Noir rolled to the side to keep himself from receiving remnants of the blast as The Mime was taken. Pixelator continued with his blasts causing the cat to scatter around the block. He ducked, dodged and leaped each one of the photographer’s blasts, eventually leading him to Troublemaker who was still stuck against the wall to be zapped.

“Cynical Seven, huh?” the cat stood, catching his breath. “It looks more now like The Furious Four.”

A shadow suddenly casted over Chat Noir.

The cat looked up to what was over him. Eyes began to widen to see an anvil suspended mid air. The moment he tried to flee the anvil dropped pinning him to the asphalt. Luckily instead of hitting him in the head instead it landed on his leg possibly breaking it leading Evillustrator to smirk. The remaining members of the Cynical Seven: Horrificator, Pixelator, Evillustrator and Volpina circled around him.

“I’m getting tired of this!” Volpina shouted.

“Now where is Ladybug and that new bee girl?”

“Like I’ll tell you,” Chat Noir hissed while holding back tears from the pain. “If it’s taking this long knowing Ladybug she’s probably putting together one of her elaborate plans. Or better yet she’s gathering up an army.”

At that moment Sabrina anxiously bit her bottom lip as the sound of clinking dishes and café chatter surrounded her.

“Is that so?” the fox villain lifted up his chin with her flute. “If that’s the case maybe the rules of this game should change. You’re the only thing here that she consistently cares about for her to come back. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun until then.”

If on command the villains stepped closer starting to loom over him. Horrificator bared her razor sharp teeth. Evillustrator’s pen ran across his tablet as several darts appeared hovering over the cat. A crowbar landed into Pixelator’s hands, clearly a gift from Evillustrator.

Sabrina could feel her whole body tense up as she tried to remember her advice to Ladybug about not panicking.

But sometimes it’s hard to follow your own advice.

End of Part 1.

Thanks for reading! 💕

Oh no! A few of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s previous villains have returned! To make matters worse Ladybug and Honeybee are not able to transform back! What will the girls do will they save the day before Chat Noir’s miraculous is taken or will this be the end? Find out in part two of Sugar Rush!

Well I hope you like this story so far! Since it’s my birthday I decided to put a few of my favorite writing tropes and motifs in this one. A race against the clock, old foes returning, villains teaming up with each other (like Spider-Man’s Sinister Six), characters comforting each other, a team vs one person fight scene, heroes outsmarting villains and a fourth wall break. There’s also another one but that won’t be revealed until the second part.

This story is also available on Wattpad.

The song this week is “Sharks” by Imagine Dragons

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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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Chthonic Love Ch 20

Series Summary: A Greek Mythology AU featuring Yoongi/Suga as Hades and reader as Persephone. Olympian ruler Namjoon has delivered you, Persephone, as a gift for his brother, lord of Death, Yoongi Chapter Summary: Remember that whole Cave/Penthos thing? Yeah. Let’s see what’s happening with that. Previous chapter here

Your cheeks flushed as you thought back to earlier that day. You almost had relations on a beach. Unfortunately, Yoongi received a missive from Charon and had to abscond to his office when the two of you arrived back at the palace. You were in the scullery discussing the masquerade preparations, while Lethe and some other servants washed dishes.

“We need to make sure the platters are refreshed every half hour.” You said, reading through the list you had prepared on parchment. The kitchen staff had begun roasting some of the dishes and preparing sauces.

“Of course. Oh this is so exciting. It takes me back to my days in the Athenian court.” Lethe remarked as she scrubbed one of the roasting pans.

“Fantastic. Thank you ladies. I have new uniforms being made for you as well. I hope you like them.”

“I’m sure they will be lovely. Now surely you have something better to do with your time than hang out in the scullery. A Lady would usually have a whole staff, but all you have is a skeleton crew.”

You sighed. It was true. There would normally be hundreds of servants in a Castle of this size to help prepare for an event of the Realm. You liked the quiet and more intimate feel that the Obsidian Palace had; you knew most of the staff at this point, even if they didn’t feel comfortable speaking to you. But, it did make preparations of this magnitude quite difficult.

“Indeed, I do. but I will see you tomorrow morning Lethe.”

You slid off the countertop and headed to the older part of the castle. Given the unknown status of the caverns, Yoongi had left it locked up with the Enchantments. You used the ring and let yourself in.

“Good afternoon babies,” you cood at the spiderlings, carefully walking around them. As you approached the decrepit dais, you saw several of the new outfits laid out.

“Arachne!” You yelled into the room, knowing that with her antennae she would be able to hear you easily. You walked over and touched the material as you waited.

About half a minute later she came scurrying up from the cavern. “Yes m’lady?”

“These look excellent. The fabric is so soft and the pockets are an excellent touch.” You complimented her.

“Thank you,” She clacked her front pinchers together. “I have several more in the cavern that I am still working on.

“Very good. Please remember, Hephaestus is coming tomorrow.”

“Ah yes. Thank you for the reminder. I will make sue my children pick up after themselves before we have a guest.”

You smiled, it was so cute how a scary looking spider lady could be such a great mom. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be back to collect these tomorrow. Thank you.”

You exited the old throne room and headed towards Yoongi’s office. As you made your way, you examined the walls once again, making sure the vines and flowers were perfect. The vines tapered away as you approached the private parts of the Castle. Walking up the stairs, your heart started to race as you thought about spending time with Yoongi again.

You and Yoongi hadn’t really discussed your relationship status since that day in the library, but ever since then the two of you had grown increasingly comfortable around each other in every aspect. You knocked on the door.

“Come in,” you heard his voice through the door and opened it. He kept his head down, looking at the paper in his hands.

You frowned and walked over. Standing behind him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “RSVPS or something more serious?” You asked, gently fluffing his hair with one of your hands.

Yoongi sat the paper down, lifted his head up and leaned back against the chair fully. “It’s from Penthos.” He responded. You could hear the dread in his voice as he answered. He reached up and took one of your hands in his. directing you to move beside the chair. HE let go of your hand and scooted his chair back. He sighed deeply and stood up, walking over to the window.

“He’s close to the source of the Earthquakes. He was able to make a deal with some Harpies on the Archeron Coast. They flew over the forest ahead of him to see what to expect.” Yoongi paused briefly. “There is a cave that leads into the Moonlit mountains. There are trails leading from the Algea Forest into the cave. Trails that would have to be created by somebody.”

“So...you think this is definitely someone or something causing it on purpose?” You asked, picking up the letter that Yoongi had left on the desk. You read it for yourself. The earthquakes had mostly been contained to small aftershocks at this point, making the two of you hopeful it had been an animal burrowing.

Yoongi was quiet, continuing to look out the window. You walked over and placed your hand on his arm. “Ok. So, what does this change? Hephaestus is coming tomorrow to repair the golems. Should we cancel the masquerade? If it’s unsafe, we probably shouldn’t be inviting everyone here.”

He turned towards you. “I mean. If a bunch of Titans show up, it’s probably better to have half of Olympus here to fight them.” It was meant to be a joke, but he sounded so sad. He bit his lip.

“What is it?” You asked.

He turned back and looked out the window, “ If there really are titans, or some other unknown foes in the realm, you should go back to the mortal realm. It’s not safe here.”

It was as though he'd slapped you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You scoffed, “I’m not leaving you.”

Yoongi turned back, an indecipherable look on his face. “After the ball, go back with Hoseok.”

“No.” You said, starting to get angry. “The whole point of the Masquerade was to ask Namjoon to relinquish control of me. If I go back to the mortal realm, Namjoon could own me. Is that what you want?”

“Of course not,” Yoongi barked back. “We would still ask Namjoon to release you from the contract. But at least you’d be safe from whatever the fuck is on the other side of the mountains.”

“Safe with Namjoon? With my brother who bartered me away as a pawn in gambling? Are you serious?” You stepped back. “There could just be some stupid underworld Bears or something on the other side of the mountains. Or a Chimera or something. You can’t kick me out over that.”

“[YN] I’m not kicking you out. I want you to be safe.” He gritted through his teeth.

“I’m not going to risk being given to your brother. I’m staying with you. I’m not leaving with Hoseok.” You felt tears starting to form in your eyes.

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and then took a breath. Yoongi made a decision in that second that he would regret for years to come. “Please. I just can’t." He forced himself to say it," I can’t keep playing house with you when there’s a potential war on the other side of the Underworld. I mean. I almost missed a reaping today because of you.”

“....you.” Tears were fully flowing now. “But you wanted….” You gasped, trying to get enough air and to find the right words.

Yoongi continued through the lump in his own throat. “I wish Namjoon had never brought you here. This whole idea was stupid and I should have sent you back with him the day he dropped you off here.” He walked over to his desk, he needed to get away from you. He couldn’t look at you. “I release you from your contract. I think you should leave as soon as possible.”

You stood there in shock for a minute, the tears falling. “Yoongi I don’t know how to leave. I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you. I love you.” You sobbed, walking over to him.

He kept his head down, leaning over his desk. Suddenly, he stood up. “I said you should leave!” he screamed and threw the restructured orb you had arrived in at the door, smashing it into hundreds of fragments.

You stared at him in disbelief and then carefully walked over the broken glass shards, sobbing, and opened the door.

You ran down the staircase, through the hallway, through the great hall, and finally out onto the bridge. You were out of breath. What the hell had just happened? You wondered. You began to shake as you walked across the bridge. You tried to remember the places you had read about in the Compendium. Maybe you could row your way to Erbos, the edge of the mortal world. Yes. That would be the best way out of here. You walked over to docks and picked a small rowboat. Now that the shock had worn off you had begun to shiver. All you had on was a dress with very sheer sleeves. It was beautiful. Yoongi had said you looked beautiful in it earlier that day. Tears began to fall again. He wouldn’t even listen to you. And then he was so scary when he was screaming and throwing things. You shuddered as you stepped into the boat and began to row. You approached the gate from the opposite side of normal.

“Holly?” you called out.

His three heads poked around the corner, still adorned in their flower crowns. His tails began to wag.

“Can you open the gate please? I need to leave.”

Holly cocked his three heads as if to ask “what?”

“Yoongi asked me to leave, so I need to go.” You said quietly.

Holly whimpered, but he pulled the chain and opened the gate dutifully.

“You’re a good boy Holly. Take care of Yoongi, ok?” you said as he leaned over the boat. You rubbed his soft ears. You were going to miss him a lot. “You’re such a good boy.” you pressed your body into his white fur, dampening it with your tears. You sat back down in the boat and rowed out into the Stygian Sea. It was calm as usual and you knew it was south of the castle, you aimed your boat to the west and began to row. NEXT CHAPTER AN: I’m sorry. There is a reason for this ;-;

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hellotherekenobi · 4 years

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Angsty prompt: you and G6 see satine being close to obi wan (you can end it in fluff tho!)

Can end it in fluff but will I end it in fluff?? Yes. This uh,, became a blurb.

It’s during the time that Obi-Wan and Satine are a couple, after you find out when you return to Stewjon after ten years (you can read here.) It’s worse than any pain you’ve gone through; having to see them together nearly all the time. You’re right beside Obi as his Jedi protector, so how could you not see them? R4-G6 doesn’t like the situation either— you and Obi-Wan are his parents, you’re supposed to get together. He’s the one who needs the talking to out of you both because he’s just so adamant on you getting with the prince that you have to calm him down, especially before he does something brash (like tripping over Satine that one time...)

Obi-Wan calls you to his chancery one day and when you step inside, Satine is already there sitting in the corner. A stupid spark of jealousy runs through you when you think of all the time you spent with the prince alone here before is now being occupied by her, but you’re quick to wash it down.

“Satine and I,” Obi-Wan speaks, fiddling with his hands, “are going away for the weekend. I would appreciate if you would supervise our transport as a precaution.” You go to ask him a question about the arrangement but he answers before you can even speak, “It will just be the two of us.”

Oh. No Jedi protector on their trip. No you. You would have just nodded and agreed but then Satine giggles and that spark hits you again, you saying, “With all due respect, your grace, I think it would be safer if I were to join you on your weekend away. As a practical precaution. That way if there is any danger, I’m simply a call away.”

“Obi, no.” Satine shakes her head but Obi-Wan raises his hand and says, “It would be safer.” but Satine jumps up, “You can’t be serious?” and with a little squabble, Obi-Wan caves and his first suggestion is the one you comply with.

You’re hating all the thoughts that pile in your head about what exactly could happen on their weekend away again, checking the underside of the ship they’re travelling on with G6 beside you. He’s beeping replies to all of your concerns and complaints, agreeing with you that he doesn’t like this either. “Obi, you can’t be serious?” You mimic Satine, “Ugh. I’m seriously wanting to rip the bangs right off of her—” G6 beeps loudly to drown out how you finish that sentence just as two shoes you know are hers step in front of you.

“Have you checked everything yet? We’re in a hurry, you know.” She says.

“All done.” You try your best to smile.

“Obi, what are you doing?”

He pokes his head around the side of the ship when he hears his name, smiling awkwardly, “Just... getting the door for you, my sweet.” but you can see his cheeks are slightly pink, which means he’s lying about something; it’s not like he’s embarrassed about anything... right?

Obi-Wan helps Satine into the ship and you close the door behind them after saying goodbye, after Obi-Wan pats G6 on the head, whispering, “See you soon, my son.” The ship takes off a moment later but it’s not one that rises into the air, it just hovers and moves along the road. As you watch it go, however, you notice a flashing light under the ship and straight away, with G6 right behind you, you run after the ship and shout for the driver to stop; slashing the device off with your lightsaber when the ship stills. Satine jumps out furious about the delay but Obi-Wan is right in front of you, “What’s that?” His voice is calmer than you expected.

“Looks like a tracking device. Someone was trying to follow you two.” You say, looking at it in your hand. It wasn’t there when you looked before, so how did it even get there?

“Oh no, we can’t leave now.” Obi-Wan says, raising a hand again at Satine who tries to talk over him, “It’s too dangerous now. Unless, of course, my sweet, we take my Jedi protector with us?”

Satine shuts her mouth straight away, grumbling as she walks back inside. You stare at Obi-Wan who you caught smiling behind the Duchess’ back, quirking a brow. He just shrugs at you, winking at G6 and following after Satine, and that’s when it hits you— Obi-Wan planted the device. And it seems your droid knew already, with his antenna wagging in delight.

#aha i liked writing this #:obianswers #au #prince!obi #stewjon au #oc droid #r4-g6 #:writings

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 4 years

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So here are some ideas for the techno augments and mutations for some of the cast of the Cyberpunk Mafia AU.

MARINETTE: she has 3 pairs of arms giving her 8 limbs like a spider. One pair is her natural arms and the other two are her cybernetic ones. They cybernetic limbs are are filled with various embroidery tools like scissors, thread dispensers, bedazzlers, and when she combines two she can even turn them into a sewing machine. For self defense she's rigged her arms to also be able to fire needles like an smg gun. She also has a pair of goggles with multiple rotating lenses that allow her to switch her vision to either super up close like a magnifying glass or super far away like binoculars.

KAGAMI: Kagami has some reptilian mutations. She has bright red scales along her arms, neck, and legs which are extra sturdy and act like armor for any vital weak points. She has a pair of horns that double as a sort of antenna for for certain signals. It's mostly for sensing really strong tech in an area. They can give also her the more terrifying appearance in the dark. Her most dominant trait though are her reptilian eyes which can actually switch to a biological heat vision. The problem with the yes however is that it's a mutation that's exclusive to the Tsurugi Clan and can cause problems for her from those either seeking the clan or the mutation itself. Kagami's mother was blinded becuase of such an incident. She also has a tattoo on her back of a pair of dragon wings. Also I wasn't sure if this was too much or not but I thought maybe she could have a dragon tail as well which is where most of her emotions show since she usually has to be so passive. Like she's trying to hide how happy she is but her tail is just wagging like crazy.

KIM: Basically raw muscle with this sort of neon blue/green that flows through his veins giving him a sort of radioactive appearance. I kind of imagine him with a build somewhat like Luther fro the Umbrella Academy but less hairy.

MAX: max more or less lives inside his high tech chair that has a practical cocoon of holo screens surrounding him giving him ALL the info he needs at once. The rest of the chair is a mix of hover technology and a bunch of doctor octopus like arms that do most of the functions. He's also almost always seen with a pitch black pair of round goggles on at all times. He seems to make it a point to hide his eyes.

LILA: as a digital construct Lila just shows up on screens as a digital avatar of herself. Although when she's possessing someone's tech augments they start glowing a sort of pinkish orange to signify that the chameleon is in control.

ALIX: she has her robotic rabbit legs and a pair of rabbit ears that gives her superhuman hearing. And she will deny this to ANYONE that claims otherwise but her mutation also had the unintended side effect to give her a puffy rabbit tail. She usually hides it under a long jacket. When Chloe finds out she thinks it's the most adorable thing in the world.

CHLOÉ/SABRINA: they were mostly done by other users so I'll leave that open. From what I understand they both look very human but have had ubsurd work done on them.

ALYA: she's basically made of cameras and recording devices. Her eyes? Direct live feed cameras. That weird spot in the palm of her hand? A camera. Her ears? Advanced audio recording equipment. Are those eyes in the back of her head? Oh look more cameras. She sees and remembers EVERYTHING. Even the stuff she'd rather forget about.

AURORE: she actually doesn't have any augments or mutations. Partly becuase she can't afford the cost and partly becuase she likes the idea that what she's able to do, is all becuase of her natural ability and experience. She does carry around a wicked electric stun baton/ Umbrella combo for self defence. The fabric of the umbrella is even strong enough to resist bullets. (think the umbrella from The Kingsmen.)

NINO: he's half cybernetic in that a lot of his torso had to be replaced after an incident. He did manage to equip himself with super sonic speakers directly into his chest so can blast beats as an actual weapon.

The Couffaines: with the exception of Anakra who absolutely wanted to rock a peg leg just becuase, non of them actually have any augments either. They're just armed to the teeth with every kind of weapon imaginable and seemingly the ability to completely ignore the laws of physics because, and I quote, "Literally no laws are safe from a Couffaine!" rumors say they beat the crap out of Zeus with their bare hands but rumors do tend to get a little wild whenever a Couffaine is involved.

I think of more mods for people later, including more specific stuff for Luka and Juleka (maybe a combo battle axe guitar for Juleka and Lazer rifle guitar for Luka?) but i think that's enough for now.

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This is gonna be so fucking dope

Alya being a living camera is such a visceral and almost horrifying and monstrous image is absolutely amazing

I think I’ll leave Alix to just being cybernetic and not mutant, but while she’s missing her legs, the cybernetics go up to her waist line like almost pants- and that has a bunny tail.

Kagami I’m still debating between mutant and cybernetic or both, because I so desperately want to give her a robot arm.

I can imagine Nino has heart, respiratory, and stomach problems because of that incident and he coughs up blood like All Might lol

Max is mysterious as fuck and I love it- I bet he has cyber eyes (Lila posses those only for the purpose of animating herself in his vision like a ghost. Think like the short film ““Best Friend”” by Gobelins. This goes for Adrien too when she possesses him as well)

I’m loving this thank you guys so much

#Mafia au #submission #Ether-solrac

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druddigoon · 4 years

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hi here’s some bederia scraps i’m dying

ye be spoilers

> soulmate au that never came into fruition, where soulmates involuntarily shared each other’s memories through dreams

Bede had his first soul-dream when he was twelve.

It was uncommon to get them that early, but not unusual; most came and went whenever they pleased, snippets of another’s life that flickered just beyond memory. Until you met your soulmate, you had no control over what got sent and what got received. All you could do was face it.

He remembered it like this: sun-flecked meadows green at summer’s peak, soft breeze fresh with new discovery. There was someone else with him, whose face was blank but hands were warm and calloused as they enveloped his, who talked in a rumbling baritone so low it was like the earth itself was singing him a lullaby. He picked Bede up and swung him like a merry-go-round, and for once there was no fear, just weightless laughter tethered by clasped hands and belonging.

When he woke on stiff orphanage mattresses, he woke with an aching deeper than anything he’d known for a while.

> self-indulgent gloria sketch about bede getting to know each of her pokemon. never finished

"No, go away," Bede says to the monster hovering near his heels. "Bad, nasty bug. Go away."

Durant gives no indication that it hears him except for the little tilt of its head. It gingerly noses his pant leg, then, with mandibles that can snap his entire calf, nibbles at his ankles. Bede blanches.

"Gloria, get your metal death machine away from me."

"Hmm?" Gloria's head peeks out from behind a steaming curry pot. "Awww, he likes you! Durant always wants to be everybody's friend. He wouldn't harm anyone outside of battles."

"I've seen him--" Bede bites back a wince as Durant digs its claws into his leg, trying to haul itself up. "--bring back huge sticks, only to snap them clean in half, accidentally, and sit down to whine over them. He's a hazard."

"Face it, you're only bitter because he one-shots your entire team. Relax, I've been training him to better control his strength, so you shouldn't have any unfortunate accidents." She leaves her curry to simmer as she makes her way towards him, disentangling the ant pokemon from his pants to carry like a doll. Durant nibbles at her chin, and Bede has a split-second panic attack at how his partner's face is held between its shearing jaws.

"Gloria, I love you, but..."

"Here." She grasps his hand and guides it to Durant, holding it still as antennae feel around. With a trill, Durant lifts its head to expose its neck. "Scratch him here, on the junction between the head and thorax. It's his favorite spot."

He does.

The "chin area" is sleek and strangely warm. Durant's abdomen shakes almost like a wagging tail as it leans into his palm.

Hard to believe something that can so mercilessly tear down battles with iron head and rock slide would be coming back for scritches. Gloria's watching the two of them with a small smile on her face, and suddenly he understands. Like pokemon, like trainer.

> from silent storm, sundering -- brief description of bede’s battling style from gloria i liked, before i scrapped the scene and rewrote it in bede’s point of view

Bede fights as if his pokemon are an extension of his mind and soul. You’ve encountered it before, the unpolished beginnings of his style in the mines and more recently in the Wyndon semifinals, but under Opal’s tutelage it’s been honed into something unspoken, innate in how his hatterene moves before he’s given the gesture, attacks mirroring the rise of his voice or the rhythm of his words in perfect synchrony.

> from keep them in your mason jars -- original idea was for bede to accompany gloria to postwick after her mother died from a heart attack. had to change it because the idea proved to be too much of a challenge for a simple, short prompt

“They said she had a heart attack. Young for her age, might’ve been prevented if they rushed her to the hospital in time.” Gloria dips her head, hiding her face out of view. “Except the nearest ER is a couple hours hike from here a-and they d-didn’t find her right away. She was g-g-gone before they got there.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that, so he ended up sliding her mug full of chamomile across the table, where she cupped it with trembling hands.

“I t-told her it was okay to rent an ap-apar—room in Wyndon. Had enough m-money now. But she didn’t want to. S-said she like this place b-better.”

> from keep them in your mason jars -- starts right after gloria leaves, went off the deep end lmao rip

“What’s being gym leader like? I’ve never really followed the circuit until my Glory became champion.”

Didn’t he rehearse something like this for his inauguration? He wracks his brain for the eloquent, well-written speech that moved a town, but the only thing he could remember was it being too cold outside for a ceremony.

“Oh, it’s. It’s essentially leading a gym; Ballonlea is largely self-sufficient, but since the gym. Is part of a interregional circuit, part of my job there has become—”

“Mum!”

A patter of footsteps can be heard before Gloria’s head pops out from another room. She’s holding a box, bound meticulously in ribbon and wrapping paper and still shiny despite the overall dustiness of the house. “Why was this in my room?”

“Oh, I—” She fumbles with the kettle and hisses quietly as the steel burns her hand.

“Mum!” Before Bede could even react, Gloria has already dropped the box and is crouched beside her mother, cradling her burnt hand. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m-I’m..”

“Nonsense, you didn’t do anything. I got too jumpy after spending a few months all by myself.” Gloria’s mother smiled, sliding her hands out of Gloria’s grasp and running them under the tap water. “That was a present for your seventeenth birthday I’d saved as compensation, since you were away for your birthday. As a surprise. Didn’t expect you to find it so quickly; silly of me to plan it as a big reveal and set it on your bed. Sorry for ruining the surprise Glory, happy very late birthday.”

Gloria wordlessly reaches out, and the two meet in an awkward hug.

The kettle, knocked on its side on the counter, spills boiling water onto the tiled floor below.

Piles of plastic bags bursting with second-hand toys, more than he’s held in his life. A tiny hatenna, who’d opened her eyes and telepathically asked Bede where her trainer was. His parents had swept him up in a hug, told him stay inside go to sleep on time eat all your food in the fridge yes even the gross ones, before they fled the region and left him for law enforcement to find.

His fists are clenched tight underneath the table, nails digging hard into the meat of his palm.

This is normal. Expected of a healthy family. He should be happy for Gloria, should be happy he’s part of this, please don’t ruin this please don’t ruin this—

You always ruin everything, don’t you?

(His parents were fine until he came along.)

“Excuse me,” he says, chokes out with the last breath of air left in his chest, as his chair wails a banshee screech when he stands up. The outside greets him in a shuddering lungful of cool forest air. Rapidash, grazing in the pastures, raises his head as he passes.

The gate clicks shut behind him with a click. It’s Gloria who finds him, sitting on moss-worn drystack and watching Rapidash sniff the wooloo. He hears the scuff of her feet on loose gravel—knows it’s her without looking, with a resolve that has him wondering when he’s learned—as the silence echoes like an oncoming storm.

"I'll book a ticket back to Motostoke today," he says, "Doubt your mum would let me inside her house after what I did."

“At least apologize to her, she deserves that much. She’s worried that she’s made a bad impression on you. After you left, she kept talking about her clumsiness scared the guest away.”

He scuffs his feet on the stones, avoiding her gaze. She takes his lack of answer as an invitation, hefting herself onto the drystack beside him with the ease of honed muscle memory, balanced, arms outstretched.

#drudwrites

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tiny-smallest · 5 years

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the sun’ll come out tomorrow

Rating: G Characters: Tallest Mikyuki, Dib, Membrane Warnings: none Description: Mikyuki takes her charge on a little field trip, reflecting about her current situation along the way. On the way back, something catches the toddler’s eye…

Also on AO3!

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She really didn’t like the rain. Being the empress of an entire planet somewhat spoiled her, she’d admit. The blue eyed Irken squinted up at the sky from her seat at the window, scowling at the drops of water falling from the sky. Back at her old position as Tallest, should such an offending substance threaten her from a planet’s skies, she would have no less than a dozen Irkens at her side immediately with a number of things that could be used to ward off the downpour, and at least one would offer to atomize the planet for her.

She’d refuse, of course, but it was the offer that counted.

All right, in light of that, maybe she’s a lot spoiled. Even so, she can’t understand what anomalies this planet must produce so that acid falling from the sky would be a frequent occurrence. Or, perhaps even more unsettling, that its inhabitants—sentient and nonsentient—would be completely immune to its effects. Professor Membrane had nearly given her a heart attack the first time she’d seen it rain and he’d stepped outside into it; she was so sure based on that kitchen incident with the sink (that she would be taking to her death thank you very much) that he was going to melt. She had to admit she was jealous over his immunity to the water’s effects after she’d stopped fuming over him scaring her half to death. It didn’t look like she would be leaving this planet anytime soon. Her ship was far too wrecked; you could barely even tell it was a ship at some point. She’d be surprised she survived it, if not for the fact that she was a Tallest. Genes this good, she figured, gets one out of a lot of things.

Apparently it even helped you survive a planet trying to punch you in the face with its gravity. Whatever. Miyuki was alive, that was the important thing. She was alive, and she had found an ally. She was forced to help him develop a smeet of his species so that she’d have an ally, but she had an ally.

It’s better than nothing, and he was perfectly reasonable about it, and continued to be. The fact that she could and should skewer him should he become unreasonable was irrelevant and she refused to think on it anymore. Right now, she should probably be thinking more about the small creature tugging at her leg. Miyuki’s gaze turned from the wretched weather of this awful planet to the doe eyed toddler pulling on her skirt. She was silent for a moment; he was too short to see without looking up that he has successfully gotten her attention, and he had not looked up because he was too interested in the metal plating of the skirt. He poked at it with a tiny finger, scratching at it with the pitiful excuse that humans had for claws.

It’s when he went to lick it that she cleared her throat and he, smart enough even at this stage of human development to recognize the sound for what it is, moved his eyes from the spot he’d selected for tasting to her face, tongue still out. “I am not food.” He squeaked. “If you are hungry, I will make something.” He tilted his head to the side. She sighed. “What is it that you want, Dilbert?” As an answer, he pointed to the digital clock in the cable box by the television. She raises an antenna in surprise. Membrane had said that thanks to his Irken genes Dilbert would evolve much, much faster than the average human smeet, but she had not expected a creature whose vocabulary was currently limited to “I,” “bottle,” “binkie,” and “dad” (she will ignore for the moment, as always, that the total words in his vocabulary are actually five) to be able to recognize the time, much less correlate the time with a specific event. Like the event that is supposed to be happening now but that Miyuki was entirely reluctant to do because of rain. “Dilbert, I think we will forgo our walk today.” A plaintive wail sent both antennae back. “No, it is raining. I do not like rain. It… hurts me. We will not venture out in it. Stop yelling.” The wailing continued. Blasted human smeet. Regular smeets could be irritating but at least they didn’t cry. They couldn’t. Human smeets, though, very much could and dear Irk please shut up.

Maybe agreeing to help his father make an heir was a mistake.

(Even as she thought it, something within her quailed at it.) Membrane was not here to help, Miyuki reflected with a frown. He was out for the day, at his laboratory, working on a new sort of teleportation technology that intrigued her and would very much like to pick apart sometime. Right now it was just her and the smeet. She would have to do something quickly if she wanted to keep herself from doing something she’d regret-

Wait, there was noise absent. Her eyes flicked from the crying child on the floor to the window. The patter of the rain was what had been missing for the past two minutes, and she had failed to realize it because of her focus on the much louder, much more annoying of the two sounds. Well then. The rain was gone but there would still be puddles. She scowled again, ready to reaffirm that she would not go outside today, but it turned into a grimace.

No, she didn’t want to go outside today. But the human smeet needed sunshine and fresh air to grow properly—part of the requirements brought on by his human heritage—and now that it wasn’t actively raining, it would be prudent to give him what he needs.

Especially because it would make him shut up. “Fine, you win.” His sobs faltered and slow down some, and Miyuki shook her head, wagging a finger at him. “But only because it stopped raining. Wait here; I will go get ready.” She took swift strides to the doorway, and he followed on his clumsy little legs like the insolent creature he was. Typical. Something bubbled over in her chest and she let out a low laugh, shaking her head as she looked around the little bedroom that was hers now, so much smaller than her quarters at home.

She, the Tallest, ruler of an entire planet, the greatest planet of the known universe, was playing smeetsitter to a hybrid that did not belong in existence, that was probably breaking about thirty Irken laws simply by being, and that could never and would never be accepted by either race should anyone learn what he truly was. All because she crash landed in the middle of universal nowhere and had no other way to return home but to suck up to the single creature on all of this backwards “Earth” planet that could help her so that he’d help her fix her ship.

“I wonder,” she said to the toddler as she reached into her dresser for some Earthling clothing, “if someday you will also grow up to manufacture something that will try to eat me. I’ve had that experience once; I’m not…” Her throat tightened slightly “… Keen on reliving it.”

His face remained in her head, however much it hurt that it did. Those big, eager eyes, the color of Vortian (and also, apparently, Earthen, which was just a delightful discovery) raspberries. That giant smile. Chirping voice that could turn to loud crowing at the drop of a hat. So very, pitifully small for an Irken, the smallest Irken on record; he should have died years ago when he was first hatched, or in training, but he didn’t. So enthusiastic and eager to please, so ready to prove himself, that he did everything and asked questions never.

The entire point of his job in weapons manufacturing was to keep him out of trouble, out of harm’s way. Far from a drone service, but as close to an Invader as possible. And he still found some way to screw it up, all in the name of…

“It’s for you, my Tallest! This is just a prototype, the real one will be much more deadly, much more worthy of being used by the Irken Armada! But, it, eh, felt like a waste to just throw it out, and it’s soft and squishy, and you like soft and squishy things, and it nuzzles and makes little chirpy happy noises, so I thought you’d like to keep it!”

Making her happy.

She looked over to Dilbert, now sitting on the floor, amusing himself by drawing patterns in the carpet with his little, round fingers.

He doodled when he was bored, too.

Ugh. She had to stop torturing herself like this. Would he even be alive when she got back?

He survived this far. The brutal training, the initial activation, despite being too small… The Control Brains keep missing him entirely, even after talking with him directly…

Yes but he also has a penchant for disaster, and you’re no longer there…

Her insides squirmed. Dilbert was squirming. She shoved the thoughts from her mind and retreated into the bathroom with her things. A few minutes later she pushed the door open again, picking with distaste at the cloth and at the necklace around her throat. A simple blouse and matching skirt would ensure she blended in easily, and the jewelry added an extra touch of human normalcy, but she was still not entirely sure she liked wearing them. The clothes felt too light on her body, too loose. Still, dealing with clothing that felt oddly was much better than, say, being captured and dissected. Or being forced to flee for her life. She would put up with it.

Dilbert, mercifully still quiet, scrambled to join her at her side, taking hold of her skirt with one tiny hand. She scooped him into her arms, wincing at the human scent she still wasn’t used to, before carrying him from the room. He squirmed in her arms, cooing quietly, and didn’t resist when she set him down in his stroller. Kneeling beside him, she fastened him carefully into place and reached up to her necklace, pressing a button.

The heat the hologram disguise generates tingled unpleasantly along her skin, but it protected her. At least in that way it was more useful than the clothes. And it was blue, too.

She opened the front door and flinched when a blast of wind greeted her. Dilbert squinted his eyes at the sunlight peeping through the clouds, but showed no visible signs of distress, thanks to his father’s efforts to get the boy outside frequently.

She, however, was never going to get used to this ‘weather’ thing. Sure, sunny days she can manage, but wind tugged at her antennae and scattered scents! How was she supposed to get a read on her surroundings if she couldn’t pinpoint where anything was coming from? Then there was rain- rain was an abomination that doesn’t deserve to exist. Fog stung her face and whatever else wasn’t covered, and she didn’t like the sound of this ‘snow’ business. Or ‘heatwave.’ Apparently the snow thing would be coming soon, too. Ridiculous planet.

The air smelled sharp and the wind chilled her slightly. Maybe she should give up on this after all… No, no, think rationally. Did she have anything to deal with this? She did have a sweater, but she doesn’t like the feel of it- wait, yes she does! The coat! How did she forget about the coat!? It was only her favorite piece of clothing on this ball of dirt that calls itself a planet! Miyuki wheeled the child inside and, ignoring his cries of protest, left the living room to dart into her bedroom and fetch the black trench coat Membrane had purchased for occasions such as these. She grabbed the coat from the closet and pulled it on as she left the room, returning to the stroller and pushing it out the door. A quick pause to lock the door behind her. Not that she needed to with the intense amount of security, but might as well. And they were off. Finally She pulled the collar up around her mouth, using her other hand to steer the stroller around a puddle while hissing her hatred at the liquid. The sky was clearing, so more rain was highly unlikely, but even just the presence of puddles made her skin crawl. Stupid, Miyuki knows this; she was wearing boots and no water can get in. But still, who willing stepped in collections of acid even with protective gear? It took a little longer to reach the park and her steering had to get really creative occasionally, but eventually they left the sodden sidewalk behind for… soggy grass, mud, paths that are pocketed with more accursed puddles, and a playground that’s completely unusable due to how soaked it is. No, don’t shake a fist at the sky; you’ll look insane. Letting out a deep breath instead, she rolled the carriage back and forth slightly as her eyes closed, letting out a low hum. Well, the park wasn’t an option today. Was there anywhere else to take him where the little hybrid could spend at least an hour outdoors without too much water?

… Not… really. The Irken groaned. Fine. Back they go. Stupid Earth weather. With a huff she turns the wheels and starts pushing on the stroller. Dilbert was whining again, little arms reaching back towards the playground as he twisted in his seat, and her antennae shift back, a growl rising in her throat. If he was so smart, why couldn’t he see the water on the playground and recognize that it would be unwise to let him run about on such a slippery surface? “Be quiet,” she eventually snapped. He responded with actual tears, and her guts twisted slightly. Just great. Some children flew by on skateboards, bicycles, and scooters, nearly splashing her and the Dilbert in the process. She hissed before she could stop herself and yanked her body and the stroller back to avoid them, and just in time; one of the girls clipped the stroller with her scooter and almost fell off, having to hop off before the primitive devise could throw her from it, run awkwardly beside it, and then leap back on. Thankfully the water missed Miyuki, as the girl was going too slowly by the time she went through the puddle to spray it very far.

“Watch where you’re going, smee- CHILD!” Human vocabulary was strange and still refused to roll off the tongue with any ease. “Next time I swear I will take that toy from you and wrap it around your skinny little throat!” It’s was late; they were too far for their inferior human ears to hear her. Damn them to the deepest depths of the farthest black hole. Snarling, the Irken carefully righted the stroller, which she had pulled back in such a way that, had it not been for the straps, would have dumped its precious cargo onto the concrete. Dilbert was whimpering, little hiccups leaking out with big, fat tears. Blast it all. “Shhh, it’s alright.” Well, her tone wasn’t sharp, at least. “They are gone now, and should they return I will make them very sorry they did.” She watched as he scrubbed his knuckles into his eyes, chewing on her tongue. Perhaps if she had some candy, that might work, but she didn’t think to grab any before leaving the house. Which was a stupid move, she reflected, since the human smeet was the most accident prone person she’s known since him and candy was usually a quick fix anytime Dilbert gets a bump or scrape. Her antenna flicked. He was quiet. Why? Quickly she glanced down; he was staring at something. Blue eyes rose, and found his were locked onto a tiny black trench coat a mannequin in the shop window was dressed in. His little mouth was hanging open like he just discovered the answer to the meaning of life. “… Well then. We’ve lingered here long enough.” Her hands returned to the stroller’s handles, and he cried out.

“Want!” Of course he’d add another word to his vocabulary right now. It’s not like she was eager to leave or anything. Miyuki raised a hand to her face to place her fingers against her forehead, then moved them to her temple. Well, he’d seen it and he’d pitch a fit if she tried to leave without it. It’s small, right? It can’t cost too much, and I do have monies on me. It wouldn’t take long, either… “Fine. Let’s go see it.” She wheeled the carriage inside. Dilbert insisted on having that exact trench coat, and it was a hassle to convince the store clerk to take the coat off the mannequin, but Miyuki was nothing if not persuasive, and eventually she conceded and took it down for them. Then it was off to the tiny dressing room in the back, where Dilbert refused to allow her to accompany him into the room to help him into the coat.

The toddler sure was a willful one, and Miyuki can’t help but wonder if this was a normal thing in human smeets, and if she should be proud or annoyed. She settled for a mix of both, the former somewhat begrudgingly. “Tah-dah!” She glanced up from her seat to see the tiny human-Irken hybrid in front of her more or less drowning in a coat made for someone twice his height. His eyes were closed and his smile was huge, showing off all his strange human teeth, and he had his hands on his hips, sleeves falling far past them. The sight was so weird and so amusing she couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look stunning.” He beamed brighter. “Come, we should be leaving.” She went to remove the coat and he frowned, pulling back and hugging himself to keep the coat locked in place, making grumbling noises. She shook her head and took hold of his arm in a loose grip, carefully pulling him along with her until he moved his hand to hold hers, as she looked for the clerk. The woman allowed them to buy the trench coat—two hundred monies is ridiculous for such a tiny piece of clothing and Miyuki wished she could just steal the thing, but that would be a terrible idea—and they returned home, finally. Dilbert refused to take the coat off, and she allowed him to leave it on while she got supper together for the three of them.

A Tallest, cooking. Really, now the universe had seen everything. Or would, if this hick planet was near anything resembling the civilized universe.

Membrane returned home, and laughed at the sight of his son, ruffling the little one’s hair. “That’s a great look for you, son! What gave you the idea?” Neither of them expected an answer, but he surprised them. The tiny boy flashed Miyuki a giant smile and pointed to her. “Just like Mommy!” She almost dropped the plate she was carrying to the table. “… Son?” Membrane does not look nearly as shellshocked as his Irken companion; he’s merely confused. “… The coat.” Miykui’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, he means the coat you bought for me in case of cooler weather; I’ve been wearing it a lot for the past few weeks but not the past few days… he must have remembered me wearing it frequently…” Dilbert nods. He looked so pleased with himself. “Like Mommy!” “Yes, it’s good to be like your mother.” Membrane patted his head before carefully peeling the coat off and setting the fussing boy in his high chair. “Now now, take it easy,” he cut in above Dilbert’s protests. “You can have it back when you’re all done with dinner.” They started supper. Miyuki for a few minutes stared silently at the meal. Just like Mommy. The way his face lit up when he said that… Maybe she was more ready for that other word in his vocabulary than she thought she was. Mommy. It wasn’t not such a bad word, really. The twitch of her lips went unnoticed as she began to eat.

#invader zim #newzim #dib #tallest miyuki #miyuki #membrane #professor membrane #my writing #this is actually really REALLY old but I went through it and did a lot of fixes #and improvements #because I still loved the basic concept behind this and i don't think I ever posted it here

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borghildrs · 5 years

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“L-Lobco-san, are you a l-lobster or a s-shrimp...?” Chloe tilted her head, asking this with curiously.

It’s an understandable question all things considered. Her parentage is a little odd (and it certainly doesn’t help that her parents weren’t...particularly creative when it came to her name).

“I’m both, Chloe. My mother is a lobster and my father is a shrimp. I inherited much more from my father,” she wags her tail a little and points at her antennas, “but if we want to be completely clinical about it yes--I’m both.”

She wishes she had at least gotten her mother’s claws but unfortunately she hadn’t been blessed with that. At best she could just harden her skin a touch which made her pack an extra punch but that was about it.

#ic;#m; lobco #c; chloe #fxtelism #answers

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the-l0st-reploid · 7 years

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“Heyyyyyy. Pass it over here!”

Damian’s earfins perked up, and he turned his head to see Lance waving to him from the beanbag chair he was currently half-buried in. The Navigation unit weaved between the other ten or so beanbags and lowered the tray he’d been carrying, Lance and Fintan grabbing the bottles of ‘hellbrew’ off it. “...And...where again did you say you found all of these?”

“They were on sale. Maddie ‘n’ Benny insisted on it.” Fintan replied, taking a swig from his bottle as something exploded on screen. “RUN PRESIDENT SCHWARZENEGGER! RUN!”

Lance started cracking up as Damian seated himself behind them, watching the screen without focusing. It was a bizarre habit he’d only recently started having, but Ben had been right to suggest it when his brother complained about the movies the LSNs would watch from time to time.

“Mmm, trashy movies and hellbrew, nothing better huh?” Lance sighed as he leaned back, a weirdly human sense of delight sparking in him at the cushy crunching of the beanbag’s filling.

Damian hummed in reply, imitating Lance’s posture as he let the abnormal air of his normal life wash over him.

“Hmm...Now, the filling needs to be piped in-”

Ben was explaining to Helen, the two at the counter with the makings of dinner strewn across it. “-And smothered in sauce!” She said with glee, tapping the marinara covered spoon against the inside of the pot the red sauce was in.

“I hope you’ll be a little more neat making dinner than our son was with his snack, Dearest.” Joseph teased as he mopped off Kelvin’s mash-covered cheeks, rolling his eyes in a humored way as Kelvin tried to ‘buzzbuzz’ the napkin away.

His spouse grinned at him. “Kelbee loves making artwork for his Daddy, especially with food.”

“I appreciate his drawings on paper, not my shirt.” Joseph chuckled, kissing Kelvin’s cheek as their son laughed and snuggled into his father’s arms.

Helen was eagerly waiting for Ben to fill the pasta tubes awaiting in the dish, cannelloni that would be filled with a cheese and spinach mix and coated in sauce, more filled pasta, and finally cheese to be baked in the oven. “Garlic bread! Don’t forget the garlic bread Mama!” She helpfully reminded.

“Ah! Yes, of course~! Can’t have a pasta night without the best part.” Ben giggled at their daughter’s excitement.

Maddie poked her head in, holding several leashes. “I’ll be back in a bit. I think the Pokemon want to go outside for a bit.” Her beautiful Furfrou strode in to brace against her leg and whine at her for attention.

“Be careful, alright? It’s really hot still.” Ben forewarned. “Almost couldn’t garden today, it was so hot.”

Helen nodded in agreement. Only her precious Dawn and Fintan’s Talos hadn’t been affected by the heat, but the rest of the Pokemon including dear little Aiden were sluggish and bothered. The Audino could walk, certainly, but he preferred to let Damian carry him about when they were together. At the moment, the Pokemon sans Fifi were splashing in one of the kiddie pools meant for Kelvin and Helen, Talos the Beldum hovering out of reach of the water as Tesla the Shinx cooled off by sitting on a bag of ice cubes, seeing as he’d electrocute the water if he got in.

“I will be, don’t worry~!” Maddie chirped happily, her sundress swishing as she turned about. “I hope Aiden won’t starting crying again, though. He fusses so much when he’s too far from Damy.”

Ben sighed. “Did you forget how clingy Fifi was when you’ leave the room without? She’d howl until you came back and picked her up.”

“But she’s my baby.” Maddie scooped her puppy Pokemon up, Fifi licking her face happily and wagging her bow-covered tail as Maddie smothered her dark furred face with kisses.

Helen giggled as Ben turned back to dinner, grabbing the bowl that had the filling ready in a piping bag. “And dessert shall be that tasty gelato we made, and yes Saver you have to try it, I made a coffee section just for yo-ARRRRGH!” The bowl clanged on the floor as Ben clutched his head, static flying off his antenna.

“Dearest!” Joseph set Kelvin down in his seat, Helen as alarmed as her father and aunt as she hacked into Ben and found an outside source attempting to get in. She immediately tried to boot it out and cover the corner of the Network her mother had claim of - but found as soon as she turned to the second task, the signal was back!

Helen’s expression in the physical world was unnatural for a child’s face, teeth gritted like a dog ready to snarl. NO ONE hurt her Mama and got away with it. She hopped off the stool she’d been standing on and ran to her parents, Ben’s body limp in Joseph’s arms, and she withdrew a cord from her earcone and connected it to Ben’s, giving her a more direct and much stronger chance at defending him.

“What the he-” Lance’s cuss was cut short as he and Fintan dragged in an unconscious Damian. “They’re both under attack?!”

Maddie set Fifi down and helped to get Damian’s body into a chair, the Furfrou dancing about and whining loudly. “Helen, what’s wrong?!” Joseph asked as he watched his daughter flinch.

“They keep trying to get back in! I throw them out but they keep coming back!”

Ben and Damian were both twitching now, their headfins alight with static. “Oh, Benny, Damy!” Maddie had her hands over her mouth in horror. Helen normally was their best defense against anything trying to get at the Network.

“Sweetheart, pull away.”

Helen’s face contorted with horror as her optics moved to stare at her father’s grim expression. “But-! Mama-!”

“It won’t do either of them any good if you get hurt.” Joseph’s look softened as her own stare trembled. “And it would sadden your mother if you were hurt protecting him.”

Their daughter gazed at him for a moment before reluctantly withdrawing from Ben’s corner as well as Damian’s, noting that the signal latched on and began to stream data. Oh, if only she could just, just SLAP it away! Smack that awful signal away from her mother and uncle!

)-...Testing...Testing...Huh. This is a wider broadcast, why are- WHY THE HELL ARE THERE SO MANY UNITS?!-(

Joseph’s jaw dropped as a feminine voice suddenly broadcasted into the Network, Benedict and Damian coming back online simultaneously with convulsions. /-/Ma’am, whomever you are, language! There are little ones about!/-/

/-/Joey did you really just scold somebody who hacked into your wife about bad words./-/ Fintan’s physical face gave his brother a deadpan stare.

)-At least he’s got his priorities stra- THE HELL?! MY BENEMI’S MARRIED?!-(

Ben jumped. -/-Uhm...Yes?-/-

)-MY BABIES RAN OFF AND GOT MARRIED WITHOUT ME OH I DIDN’T GET TO GIVE MY CREATIONS AWAY PROPERLY-(

Damian’s jaw had dropped a bit. -/-...I’m...not married?-/-

)-I’LL MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A PROPER ONE SWEETIE-(

Joseph sighed. /-/Ma’am, you don’t need to type in all capitals we are reading you clearly./-/

)-Oh no, it’s speech-to-text.-(

On the Network, the data reformed into a visual of a screen, a woman’s face depicted on it.

“...M-MAMA?!” Helen gaped, looking from Ben and Damian’s shocked faces to the woman calmly shoving a huge lock of fluffy blue hair from her face, the rest cascading down from the back of her head from a ponytail.

The woman smirked, her doe brown eyes crinkling with glee. “And you even gave me grandchildren. Oh B-3, you were always my favorite~!”

“HOLD UP WHAT?!” Fintan yelled, flailing his arm.

The woman blinked, then threw back her head and laughed jovially. “Oh, where are my thoughts? Anodi Lemestra, nice to meet you all~!”

“And you are...Ben and Damian's creator?” Joseph asked cautiously; while she didn’t quite seem like a technician capable of creating a reploid...she certainly had some of Ben’s mannerisms.

Anodi pursed her lips. “Well, sort of?” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I designed their physical bodies, systems 'n' all!”

“...I can believe it.” Ben deadpanned.

Damian looked to Lance for some sort of grounding in his confusion. “Is this really happening or am I still unconscious?”

“And your reason for contacting us in this manner?” Joseph asked Anodi as Lance only shrugged with his hands in the air, clearly already tired by the situation.

Anodi covered part of her face with her hand, half hiding a sheepish grin. “Okay so believe me, a call over the phone would've been my ideal way, but well, can't exactly use a payphone when you're not sure if your creations are safe to be contacted.”

"...Safe?” Ben echoed with a raised eyebrow.

The human gave him a concerned frown. “Sweetie, the project was /shut down/. The fact that Marcus managed to convince me and a couple others to help smuggle you out and reprogram you as civilian units was a miracle.”

“Marcus???” Ben bleated.

Anodi facepalmed. “Christ how much did he friggen’ wipe?! He was only supposed to wipe the failed programming, not the memory files!”

As she agonized abut how ‘those guys were so useless!’ Joseph isolated his Corner while directing his brothers to do the same. /-/...We need more data./-/

/-/What program was shut down? We need to do some research into it./-/ Lance raised immediately.

Fintan’s contribution was flat. /-/Eh, bring them both in./-/

/-/WHAT?!/-/ Both Joseph and Lance gaped at their brother like he was crazy.

Fintan put up his hands to calm them. /-/Hear me out! If we keep them in a wireless blackhole, with no communications to the outside, we can isolate them and go over whatever information they have./-/

/-/...We have an isolate computer system that they can use as well.../-/ Joseph conceded.

Lance made a punching motion. /-/And we can handle the physical aspects of security with our drones./-/

Anodi had noticed Maddie and was grinning at her. “So they got smart and made a nurse model eh? About bloody time! You’re a pretty design too~ So who gets to boast about you, hm? What’re your areas of expertise?”

“Oh I wasn’t made like my brothers, I was made by magic!” Maddie responded chipperly, clearly won over by the praise.

Anodi gave her a bemused smile. “C’mon, for real, you can let me know. I was against that dumb order they gave, I always had a fondness for the Lifesaver series y’know. And you’re fam, if you’re the one my B3′s married to.”

“SAVER IS MY HUSBAND, MADDIE IS MY SISTER!” Ben yelped, pointing at Joseph.

The human chortled. “So lively~! Alright alright, well.” Anodi blinked. “...THAT MEANS I HAVE OTHER KIDS TO SPOIL TOO!” As she resumed gushing, Damian staggered a little, ‘sitting down’ with a weary look.

"Before this spirals completely out of control, proper introductions are in order.” Joseph said when he saw the Benemi’s energy level. Damian was definitely an introvert compared to his brother, something that gave Joseph a sympathetic connection to the other Navigator.

Ben called for their son. “Kelbee! C'mere~!” The youngest Caduceus popped into view, having been hid behind his sister’s Corner, and ‘ran’ over to them to latch onto his sister.

Anodi was holding her own face with a dropped jaw, eyes sparkling as Joseph picked up the children. “This is our son, Kelvin. You've met our little girl, Helen.”

“The one who kept launching me out? She's a good hacker~” Anodi praised with a grin that reminded Helen exactly of Ben’s roguish smile, her eyes getting wide with the epiphany.

Ben rubbed the back of his head as Joseph placed Kelvin in his arm. “Well, uh, she kinda gets triggered when I get hacked.” The Navigation unit uttered uneasily as he avoided Anodi’s horrified gaze.

“...When you 'GET hacked'?! Are you saying you've been hacked before?!”

Ben ducked his head, face beet colored as he continued avoiding looking at anyone in embarrassment. “Uhm...acoupletimesyeah.” He bleated out as she facepalmed.

“Sweetie this is why you use protection.”

Ben proceeded to choke in horror. “MOTHER!” He yelled in a scandalized voice, Lance and Fintan sniggering.

“Ah-! Did you notice that Kelvin and Helen are both bioroids?” Joseph brought up, rescuing his wife in distress much to Ben’s relief.

Anodi grinned again. “I was just about to bring it up! Who designed them?”

"ER...” Joseph floundered for a moment. “Well, Helen's body was crafted myself with assistance from my brothers...”

Anodi’s eyes went wide with surprise. “You? You did that work?! How'd you get that level of skill?!” She asked, doing the same bouncing motion with her shoulders that Ben did when he was excited, and just wasn’t that so odd, to look at his wife’s human creator and see so much in common?

"I've been doing a /lot/ of research.” Joseph replied with a chuckle, put more at ease now.

She nodded with a serious frown, and her lips twisted at the left corner, Ben smiling a bit as he knew he’d made that face a lot. “I'll bring my files over. We MUST share.”

“Creator Lemestra, if I may ask-” Damian began to speak, halting as she chimed in ’Just 'Anodi' or 'Mum's fin, sweetling’, to which he gained a disturbed look that clearly depicted his feelings about that. “...Miss Anodi, where is this other creator you mentioned?”

The human woman shrugged. “Marcus? Eh, who knows?” She made a vague gesture with her hand.

"That's a /pretty important/ detail.” Lance stated flatly.

She sighed. “No, really. Who knows? I don't.” Anodi switched her posture to lean on her elbow. "After we managed to get the boys fixed up for civilian life, we all went our separate ways and lost contact in case the idiots in power looked into our neck of the woods too deeply." She waved her hand towards Ben and Damian, who was starting to recover with Maddie standing next to him and helping him with some positive pulses. “I returned to one of our testing sites to make sure the data was all gone when I found B3 and B2's signals online.”

“Hmm, well, if you found this data, then maybe he'll get curious as well.” Fintan brought up.

Anodi hummed in thought. “It's possible, but I was shocked to see their signals since B1's went offline a long time ago.” Ben suddenly gulped audibly, wearing an uneasy and upset look that made Damian frown and move to be by his brother’s side.

“...Dearest?” Joseph ventured as he placed his hand on Ben’s shoulder. He knew that look. That look meant bad things were going on in his wife’s head.

Ben’s look of unease only deepened as he lowered his gaze to his feet. “...I thought that Damian was offline too...but he wasn't after all.” He leaned into Joseph’s hand for comfort.

“Huh?” Anodi blinked.

Ben was quiet a moment, before his voice came out as softly as Damian tended to speak. “I was aware of B1 going offline.” Anodi blanched, wearing an expression that perfectly conveyed the utterance ‘ohshit’. “Damian's signal had faded off my radar, so I thought he was gone too.” The B3 unit added, Damian going to hug his brother to reassure Ben.

"Please come here with your information. We need to discuss this, and this should be discussed in person.” Joseph nodded to Anodi.

The human ruffled her hair with a sigh. “I'll be able to get there in a week or so. Gotta destroy this place after I've got all the data and I'm still rusty at making a decent bomb.”

“You're blowing it up?!” Ben gawked, no longer troubled by his mental worries since now he could be troubled by his apparently mental mother.

Anodi grinned. “Well I've set it up to delete everything after the download but it's better to be safe than sorry~!” She flashed a V-sign at them as if they were discussing a picnic.

“We also need to discuss some ground rules for our home.” Joseph deadpanned with an incredibly dry tone.

Anodi bit her lips and inflated her cheeks, pouting the same manner Ben did which was insanely odd for them to see. “Hey! I don't go blowing up EVERY supercomputer containing highly classified documents on illegal projects!”

“...The idea that she's our creator is starting to sink in and I want to reject it.” Damian finally spoke.

#[[ic nonstarter post]]#[[Anodi is literally my favorite parent of Ben's ever]]#[[Marcus is second favorite. He's the precious one #but Anodi can kick your ass and make you thankful for her doing so]]

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