#and i had to google when jason was brought back

[angelofacidx]

Self indulgent drabble

Dark! Soap x reader

CW: Alcohol use, gaslighting, cnc.

Local shitty dive bars around whatever base he’d been stationed at became almost a second home to Johnny. He liked the predictability, the dinginess, and the burn in his chest of the night’s pick of the poison. The entertainment was nice too, a few pretty girls to bed later or a brawl started between two intoxicated sweaty men. What more could he want?

Soap wasn’t used to big cities. Scratch that. Big American cities. He found himself right at the heart of one after a mission involving some high profile bastard, rather easy to hunt down and giving him time to kill. After all was said and done his hotel room was still paid for and his flight back to base didn’t leave for another two days. A quick google search of the area brought up more bars than he’d ever seen in his life with a myriad of pretentious names and neon banners.

It wasn’t long until Johnny found himself standing outside between two crimson velvet ropes in a line full of people and dressed down in his civvies. The music vibrated the walls loud enough to seep outside, the bass of some shitty Sean Paul song already setting the prescient for the night. He had half a mind to try another place until your form burned itself into his brain. A short black glittery dress, the hem ending just below the swell of your ass. Long lithe legs and calves flexed from being stilted on black heels. Fuck, you were a vision.

Eavesdropping on your conversation let him know you were already tipsy, one of your friends calling you “Sooooo crazzzyyyy tee hee” for killing off the last of her Tito’s before the group had left the house. It was apparent the more he soaked you in, the glossy eyes and slightly mussed hair. The way you stumbled slightly on your heels just standing like a foal taking its first steps. Johnny could work with this.

He stalked behind your group for an hour or so, watching the drinks flow and your inhibitions slipping further and further. The DJ in this place knew how to work girls your age. The trashy Y2K dance music and alcohol made your hips sway in circles as you held onto your friends shoulders and half screamed lyrics at each other. The ministration held his attention, making his eye twitch slightly and his brain short circuit. He wondered if you could ride cock like that.

He gets the courage to approach you then, tapping your shoulder and taking you out of your trance as you turned to face him. His eyes drifted from your face to your tits for a moment before refocusing back to your eyes. Behave, Johnny.

“Hey! It’s been so long since I seen ye! Jason’s mate.” Johnny said with a big smile, his eyes trustworthy as he prayed to god the generic American name would make a connection somewhere in your brain for him to prey on.

He watched you study his face in silence, trying to place him but the alcohol doing no favors to jog your memory.

“Wait. Bri’s ex Jason or Jason from the frat?” You slurred, eyes still scanning his face and figure.

“Bri’s ex. Can’t believe I ran into ye here.” He said with an assured nod, reaching out to hug you.

Your breasts squished against his chest in the hug, arms wrapped around your lower back and he was practically foaming at the mouth restraining himself from grabbing your ass. He let go of the hug begrudgingly but smiled with teeth bared when you handed him an extra shot your friend has ordered.

Holy shit. It was that easy. He was in.

As the two of you talked about “Jason”, your job, his “finance major”, and everything in between he fed you drink after drink. Your words and thoughts became less coherent—not like they were to begin with, the aforementioned pregame hit you hard. Your body leaned against him as you danced, your ass grinding into the hard bulge at the apex of his jeans, earning a deep growl.

He wanted to bend you over then and there, grab the soft flesh of your hips and rut into you like an animal in front of God and everybody in that bar. His restraint wore thin with another push of your ass against him, a whine rising to his throat. He took out his phone then, calling an Uber for the two of you.

You were clearly trashed, a potential safety risk to yourself he told your shitty friends. Let him take you back to your house, he’ll even text them when you arrive safely. He knows where you live. He’s Jason’s friend and they can trust him, so they do. With a hand on your lower back ass, he guides you outside to the curb and tracks down the Uber, opening the door for you.

…

The morning light is absolutely blinding. You feel disgusting and sweaty, reeking of alcohol and sweat. Your arm reaches for your bed side table where you pray your phone is only to be met with air. Huh?

You sit up quickly, your head throbbing as you do. Your eyes open slowly and your surroundings are completely unfamiliar. A hotel? You attempt to get out of bed but the pounding in your head and your cunt stop you, muscles betraying you and your throat letting out a guttural groan.

A man steps out from the bathroom then, white towel around his waist and dark hair sopping wet. His face brings back memories of last night; the club, the dancing, getting fingered in the uber, being folded in half as he begged to cum in you even though you told him you weren’t on any contraceptives. That seemed to make him blow his load immediately.

But now with his face clearer than before you can see he is not Jason’s friend.

“Who the fuck…?” You trail off, pulling the blanket over yourself for some form of modest.

“Johnny. Real pleasure to meet ye.” He says with a shit eating grin, moving towards you with the same animalistic look in his eye that he had last night.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Dick Grayson x Male!reader dating headcanons

*Yoshi Sudarso used as a fancast*

● you had known Dick since you were kids

● your father was a work friend of Bruce's so when Bruce adopted Dick he introduced you hoping that having a friend his age would help Dick adjust to his new life

● little did he know that the two of you would grow up and fall in love

● you started dating when you were 16

● found out about his secret identity at 19

● and moved in together at 21

● him coming home all beat up

● he taught you how to give him stitches when he's in too much pain to do it himself

● and he taught you how to defend yourself after you got mugged

● "you're getting pretty good at this," he says as you have him pinned to the training mat

● "watch out Dick, Gotham may have a new vigilante on its hands"

● "don't get ahead of yourself babe it takes more than a few self defense moves to be a vigilante"

● "Guess I'll just enjoy this view of you being underneath me instead"

● you were ecstatic when he brought Haley home

● "Y/N may I present to you the newest member of our family"

● "Oh my god Dick she's adorable what's her name?"

● "what do you think about the name Haley"

● "I love it, welcome home Haley"

● you absolutely spoil her rotten

● sneaking her people food when Dick isn't looking

● he pretends not to notice because he's happy that you love her as much as he does

● Haley loves when Barbara comes over to hang out cause she gets twice as many treats and cuddles

● going for long walks with Dick and Haley

● not being surprised anymore when he has to run off because he hears a crime happening down the street

● "I'll see you and Haley back at home! If I'm not too late I'll bring home sandwiches from the bodega!"

● Dick coming to your work to have lunch together

● "you were out all night aren't you tired?"

● "extremely but I promised you we'd have lunch today and I always keep my promises"

● Dick is the person that falls asleep the moment you put a movie on

● and when he wakes up he googles the highlights so he can pretend like he watched it

● "So what did you think?"

● "Oh yeah I loved it," slyly looking down at his phone, "especially the part where *insert random scene description here*"

● Tim went to Dick first for advice on how to ask out Bernad on a date

● "well how did you ask Y/N?"

● "I didn't, he asked me out"

● "you're no help where is Y/N he'll know what to do"

● you end up going on a double date with them so Tim is less nervous

● it goes great so double dates become a regular thing

● you don't see Jason as often, he just kind of shows up at your apartment sometimes

● "Jason what are you doing here?"

● "it's been a while and I was in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by"

● "you just want me to cook you dinner don't you"

● "Hey… I'm also here for Haley"

● and he usually has some kind of wound he hasn't properly cleaned up so he gets blood all over your furniture

● "Dick, please tell your brother to try and keep the bleeding to a minimum next time, I have to do enough bloody laundry for you as it is"

● one time Nightwing saved you from a killer croc attack at your work

● "thanks for the rescue Nightwing"

● "you're very welcome handsome stranger, maybe I'll have the pleasure of saving you again sometime"

● your co worker comes up to you when Nightwing leaves "dude nightwing was totally just flirting with you"

● "you think so? I wonder what it's like to date a superhero" you say with a sly smile

[bokkiesplace]

People I wanna know better tag meme

Tagged by the lovely @syrena-del-mar!

who already knows me very well and i'm punching the next time i see her

Last song?

i got a cd player for christmas so i'm currently just going through all my cds and happen to be listening to my one jonas brothers cd that i have that i got for free when i saw them back in 2019

Favorite color?

i've always preferred to nature related colors (except my purple girly phase). i constantly cycle between green, blue, and yellow and right now i've been obsessed with shades of blue.

Currently watching?

seriously watching: hospital playlist. i prefer watching shows in their original language so i'm watching the subbed version. because i can't multitask (except that time i helped my brother stuff gyoza while watching an episode) i have to sit and pay attention to watch. but i love medical dramas and the storylines, omg. i'm only on episode 5 but i'm in love

casual watching: one piece. i'm only watching the dubbed version because there are too many episodes and i can only sit still for so long. but i'm currently more than halfway through the impel down arc. and my boys buggy, ace, sanji, and zorro have my entire heart

Last movie?

streamed: bitconned on netflix. it was during my monthly true crime binge and i went through murder and decided to end it with good old fashion schemes to end the night

in theaters: i went with my brother to go see the beekeepr with my brother last week. it was the stupidest fucking movie istg. i'm so mad we wasted our gift cards on that. it was only $14 for tickets but still. he wanted to see it because it was stupid. i'm just mad they brought my boy josh hutcherson into that train wreck during his renaissance. jason statham, you are better than this.

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?

i like spicy food a lot. love it. had to learn to love it since my mom would just dump spice in everything without adjusting. but i prefer spicy and savory over sweet. i don't like things that are too sweet. i bake a lot but don't really eat much of it.

Relationship status?

pathetically single. i've been single the entire 24 years i've plagued this earth. not from a lack of trying. just nobody, that i know of for certain, has ever been interested in me.

Current obsessions?

hospital playlist and this goddamn fic that i spent like 6 hours talking to roo about. i bought a notebook for the fic and everything. going to seriously plot it out and everything.

Last thing you googled?

"did hook die at the end of peter pan"

i took a brief detour from writing chapter 15 of my current fic to do some research for my new pet project and landed here

Selfie or another pic you took?

2 for one special. here's a picture i took at the aquarium back in 2017 and the edited version of it that i did in college. it's my favorite picture that i've ever taken omg. i love jellyfish. they're so beautiful

Tagging: @amyyscorner @ashitshowforalot @kangaracharacha @tfshouldidohere @hyuuukais @puppysmileseungmin @itshannjisung @kai-lee08

[to-the-stars8]

Learning to Love Slowly

Parings; Jason Todd x Female Reader (1) Pride and Prejudice and Hair (2) Seven-Eleven Karens and Pinky Promises at 3 AM (3) Google and Hand Holding (4)Cookies and The Butler and The Girlfriend (5)Push-Ups and Hoodies (6) Slushies and Happiness and Pizza (7)Book Recommendations and Jane Austen

8- Gotham Mornings and Daydreaming

Sometimes, mornings in Gotham were beautiful. In a city that was constantly run by ugly nights, it was welcomed. When the sun rose just above the tallest building in the city, illuminating the few, hidden beauties, there was a moment of quiet. During the best hours of the morning, most people would be at work, leaving the birds to have their songs echoing in the parks and against the tallest buildings. The city also seemed greener since the sun hit trees lining the streets or in the parks just right, and everyone seemed happier. It was for a few hours that the people of Gotham, who had been so used to loud nights, could be reminded that there was actually a bit of peace in the world. 

One morning, when Jason had actually gotten enough sleep to be up at a normal hour, he went to you. You were in the middle of making coffee when he arrived, still trying to shake the sleep from you, and handed him a mug before telling him to follow you to your room. Jason sat as he watched you open the curtain, letting the sunlight pour in, before taking your seat next to him. As he took a sip of the coffee, he noticed it smelled sweet, like most things you liked. 

“You slept well?” You asked in almost a whisper despite being just the two of you. 

“Yeah.” He had, that wasn’t a lie, but Jason also left out the part that was after spending most of the night thinking about you. 

Laying back against the pillows, you watched as far as you could outside your open window. The only thing you could see from where you sat was the windows of the apartments across the street. The people you could see, leaned out onto their fire escapes for an early morning smoke or to drink their coffee. Others ran by their windows getting ready for the day. 

“Is this how you spend most of your mornings? Staring?” Jason asked.

You spoke softly, still. For a moment Jason wondered if this was how you sounded every morning. “Yeah. I’m more daydreaming than watching.”

Jason hummed, watching for a moment longer before finding your hand to hold it. You broke your eye contact with the windows to look at him. 

“Honeybee,” You said sweetly. “Your hands are cold.”

Somehow, for some reason, the rest of Jason was warm, but his hands were always cold. Jason flexed his fingers, before relaxing them against your hand again. “Cold heart, I guess.”

You weren’t amused by the joke and rolled your eyes instead of saying anything. Yawning, you set your mug down onto the nightstand before rolling over onto your side, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. 

“Lay down with me?” 

Jason looked at the mug in his hand, thinking of how he would answer. Did he want to? Yes, but the nagging way in the back of his mind didn’t want him to. Chewing on his bottom lip, he decided to ignore the voices in the back and got comfortable next to you. Jason laid a good half arm's length away from you, on his back so he wouldn’t have to stare into your eyes. He wasn’t sure how long he could last under your gaze before melting. When he felt your hand, still wrapped in his, move onto his chest his heart fluttered instead of tightened. 

“What are you doing today?” He whispered. 

You scooted a bit closer and Jason didn’t mind. “I have work at noon, but, luckily, it’s a short shift. To make up for some lost hours.”

“Hm, then, I can take you out for breakfast, if you want.”

When Jason looked over at you, in the sunlight coming through the window, he could see you blush just a bit. He brought up a hand to brush against your hair and you grinned. 

“Breakfast sounds great right now.”

Maybe Jason could wake up at normal morning hours more often. 

[mbirnsings-71]

What if i just start reading comics but just for Bernard because of you??? WHat then??? I am now happy when i see Bernard pictures from you, i need content now...

OH BUDDY DO I HAVE A LIST FOR YOU CAUSE I HAD TO TELL @cannimochi THE SAME EXACT LIST LET ME TELL YOU

OKAY SO BERNARD'S FIRST APPEARANCE IS IN TIM'S ROBIN RUN OF 1993 SPECIFICALLY ISSUE #121 IS WHERE HE FIRST APPEARS OKAY OKAY AND THEN HE APPEARS IN ISSUES #122, #123, #126, #127, AND ISSUE #140 of Tim's Robin run but also gets a name drop in issue #141 but other than that isn't really there and he's in Batman issue #631 (2004) but other than that that's the most we get to see out of Bernard for a while and where I'm really out of my Depth what to say because I haven't read those issues yet so onto the stuff I have read...

He gets reintroduced in Batman Urban Legends issues #4, #5, #6, and #10, but if you're reading this on somewhere like Google play books and find the Batman urban legends Volumes (Cause Volumes and issues are different I've learned that! I went head first into this and got the Jason and Bruce Cheerdrops story out of it so Like I'm content that was the first comic I bought on Google Play books my god-) first The Tim and Bernard story is gonna be in the second Volume or if you just want the specific content of that particular story there is the "DC Pride: Tim Drake Special (2022) #1" Which contains The Batman Urban Legends Issues we covered but also a story that directly leads into the Tim Drake: Robin Run which is where I keep sending you Bernard Photos from whenever I get to infodump about this guy.

There is also a Story about them in the "DC Pride 2022 (2022) #1" called Special Delivery which is really just a sweet pride Story for them it makes me ill because god plus the art for that particular story is by Travis Moore so that's fun and neat and I can probably share it with you if you want.

Now where Bernard really continues to be a supporting character and where we actually continue to learn about him is the recent Tim Run a.k.a Tim Drake: Robin because he's in literally every issue, he gets at least one appearance in each issue. Where we learn about him the most though is in Tim Drake: Robin issue #7 where it's told through his POV and we get his inner thoughts. I really enjoy it, but you can tell I just care about the guy. He also gets a Cameo in Batman #132 (2023), but again it's a small cameo that I can just show you the page it's on if wanted.

Not Canon, (High emphasis on Not Canon because it really is just a fun light-hearted thing to read if you want) but like there's also the Wayne Family Adventures webtoon and if you're looking for Bernard content there you're going to want Episodes 40 and 41 (Better and Brighter part one and two)

But yeah that's really all I know about Bernard's comic appearances which is a list I gathered from This post here which talks about the sadder parts of Bernard's backstory if you want to read that!!:

Have fun Learning more about Bernard because literally I am incapable of shutting up about the info I retain about this guy!! (I can not help the characters I ramble about I am so sorry that this is so long-)

[anapotatowriter]

Hi! Congratulations on 100! You're on your way up <3

Can I request 🌆 Wildest Dreams  - Taylor Swift with Percy Jackson in New York City? I know it's where it's set but I love New York lol

Under the rain

Percy Jackson x reader

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! HONESTLY, IT IS SUCH AN HONOR TO HAVE YOU PARTICIPATE WITH ME IN THIS CELEBRATION. Also, this is my first PJO ask, so please give feedback! I hope you like this, sugar!

Summary: Idk how to summarise this-

Contains: Swearing, and a very googled understanding of NYC-

Requested: I mean, duh~

“Come on Annabeth, we have to!” I protested again as I flopped onto her bed, making the blonde groan in frustration. “I said no, Y/N! It could be dangerous!” she exclaimed back, shoving me slightly so I fell off the small bed and onto the ground. “Fine! I’ll go convince Piper then,” I huffed, marching back to my own cabin, the Aphrodite cabin. “Pipes?” I called as soon as I entered the cabin, making her look up from her book. “You know you’re my favorite sister, right?” I said innocently, walking up to the girl, who raised an unimpressed eyebrow. She sighed heavily before saying, “What exactly do you want, Y/N?” “Please can we go explore New York City? I have wanted to see it for so long, especially after all the stories Percy told me!” I pleaded. “Oh… well, yeah, sure! Who all is coming?” asked Piper, immediately making me grin and jump in celebration. “Oh, Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Frank, Jason, and Hazel!” I said, listing off my friends at Camp on my fingers. Now that we had helped the gods so much, we had all taken a pact to have a summer at Camp to do whatever we wanted, no battles, gods, titans, or anything else. 

“Yes! I’ll go tell Jason!” she squealed, jumping off the bed and abandoning her book to go inform her boyfriend of our plans. “Tell Leo and Hazel too!” I called as she pushed past me, making her give me vague thumbs up before hurrying away. I chuckled and rolled my eyes at her excitement before going and searching for Percy, deciding to inform Annabeth of our plans later. “PERCYPECRYPERCYPECRY,” I yelled without breathing excitedly toward the stables, where he was talking with Blackjack. “Whoa whoa whoa, beloved, what is it?” asked the boy as I practically pummeled into him, making him grasp my shoulders steadily. “WE’RE GOING TO NEW YORK THIS EVENING!” I practically yelled in celebration, making the crease of concern between his eyebrows turn into a bright grin, the boy's green eyes sparkling. “Yes!” he exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air in celebration, “I have so much to show you!” He easily slipped his arm around my shoulders, making me nervous all of a sudden, though I reveled in the sudden warmth his body brought. 

“How did you even manage to convince Wise Girl?” he asked, nudging the side of my stomach with his other hand. “... well… I didn’t? I just sort of convinced everyone else, and she’ll be forced to come in order to keep an eye on us,” I shrugged. “Dam, L/N, I might have to steal that tactic sometime,” he said, an inspired expression on his face. When I turned my face to look at him, the sun shone just right on the planes of his face, his hair falling into his eyes and dripping sweat. I admired this angle of his face for a second before jerking my head to snap out of it. “Now go take a shower, you dumbass, you’re sweating like a pig” I joked, pushing the boy away, instantly missing the warmth he provided as he stumbled before gracefully walking off while facing me, his hands up in surrender. “Yes ma’am,” he called before flashing a smile and jogging toward his cabin. I placed my hand on the spot near my arms where his own hand had been, the same feeling of electricity not forming under the warmth of my own hand. “Y/N FUCKING L/N!” I suddenly heard from the Athena cabin, Piper running out of there a few seconds later. I gulped, fear sparking in my heart where there had been an unabashed joy as I went in to face the beast.

After receiving a scary telling-off from the blonde, she rolled her eyes and told me to get ready. “And I’m coming with you! God knows you demigods love to get into trouble with humans, drachnae, and even a freaking minotaur! You and Percy’s track record has not been great,” ranted Annabeth as she grabbed at different jeans and sweaters to try and figure out how she would look best. I smiled secretly before running off to my own cabin, reveling in the success of my plan.

“Hey Perce,” I said as soon as I reached the group, smacking Percy on the side of his shoulder. “Finally,” I heard the group groan in unison, making me roll my eyes. “Oh shut up, you big dramatic babies,” I said, quickly changing the topic when I felt Annabeth glare at me. “Shall we go, beloved?” asked Percy, offering the crook of his elbow to me. “We shall,” I grinned, entwining my elbow with his and walking away, the rest of the group trailing behind us, jokes every once in a while making all of us laugh. We caught the bus and soon reached the heart of New York City, Times Square. People hustled around us, the heartbeat that thrummed right under the surface of the pavement electrifying the surroundings. Lights lit up the otherwise dark night, and buildings and billboards flashing shone neon colors on all of us. Blue light streamed down right on the boy who stood next to me, his hair blacker under the colored light than it was in the sun. The boy then looked at me and caught my eye, asking, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Very,” I hummed, looking at the blue lights twinkling in Percy's eyes, his pupils expanded to the point where there was only a sliver of green visible in his eyes. “Where do we go first?” questioned Jason, breaking the spell that had made my heart surge. “BROADWAY!” exclaimed Leo, always the musical theatre fanatic. He ran away from our group to go see the show. Annabeth told us to meet here again in an hour while running after Leo, proceeding to yell at him about pedestrian safety and how jaywalking was illegal. Jason and Piper walked away too, mentioning a little bit about visiting The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Frank and Hazel left too, though I hadn't paid enough attention to understand where they were going. Soon, this left Percy and me standing at the plaza, unsure of where to go. “Empire State Building?” I suggested, immediately making Percy and I grimace. “I know a place,” nodded Percy, taking my hand in his gently and tugging me to some unknown destination. 

After catching a bus, we walked up until, “Brooklyn Bridge!” I looked around in awe at the thick cables that connected to the arches at the center of the bridge. “My favorite place in all of New York,” proclaimed Percy, pulling me along down the walkway of the bridge, the leather cuffs of his jacket rubbing against my bare wrist. “This is so.. Beautiful,” I commented, looking around the view that being at the center of the bridge revealed. People jostled around us, but the only thing on my mind was Percy’s warm hand in my own, and the glistening water that surrounded the Brooklyn bridge. Suddenly, thunder clapped, making everyone around us run down the bridge toward the shelter as the surrounding river lit up a blinding white. “Should we go?” asked Percy, as it started drizzling, though we remained bone dry cause of his abilities. “Nope,” I hummed, pulling my hand from his grasp, the first droplets of rain immediately colliding with my skin. I laughed softly, closing my eyes and looking at the sky, tiny droplets of water landing over my face and dripping down into my clothes. “Come on, Percy, this is amazing!” I looked at the boy to see him looking at me fondly before his nose scrunched in concentration as he squeezed his eyes shut. Soon enough, his hair started sticking to the sides of his face from the water droplets. He then opened his eyes, pushing his wet hair from his face, grinning at me. “Tag, you’re it,” I said immediately, tapping Percy’s shoulder before running away from him, glancing back to see his face morph into shock. “I’m going to catch you,” he said through chuckles before running after me, making me sprint on the wet pavements, my footsteps causing small splashes of water. Very quickly, however, I felt a set of arms pick me up from behind me, Percy’s voice whispering in my ear, “Gotcha!”

I started laughing loudly, struggling to get out of his grasp in vain. “Let me down, bastard,” I squealed, making the boy let me down gently and grab my shoulders to make me face him. “Face it, beloved, I am better than you,” said Percy cockily, smirking at me. I involuntarily shivered at that moment, immediately making the smirk disappear from his face, replaced by concern. Percy immediately took off his jacket, placing it on top of both of us, the leather proving coverage against the pounding rain, and a sense of warmth. I looked through my eyelashes to see that our faces were in close proximity, Percy’s lips barely centimeters from mine. I let out an involuntary gasp when I felt his warm exhales against my cheeks, water dripping down his eyebrows on my face. In a burst of courage from Percy’s glowing pink cheeks, I brought my lips closer to his so they were barely touching, providing him an opportunity to pull away. Instead, he pushed his lips harder against mine, enveloping me in warmth as his powers slowly caused us to dry off. He slowly pushed away from me, placing his forehead against mine, his now dry hair gently tickling my face. “So what do you think, beloved? You wanna be my girlfriend?” asked the boy, an endearing smile on his face as he looked at me hopefully. “I would love to… lover,” I said, the nickname rolling off my tongue easily as I grasped his shirt and pulled him into another kiss.

Tagging: @scandalous-chaos

[karlrose]

Vellus Aureum -Chapter 1-

An exploration of the concept of Happiness, the different characters pursuits of Happiness, and their refusal to have Happiness for themselves.

"Vellus Aureum" translates to "The Golden Fleece", the item that Jason of the Argonauts believed was the key to his Happiness, the key to getting everything he ever wanted, only to end up spurning the actual key to his Happiness, the gift bestowed upon him by his patron Goddess, Hera.

Ao3 / Google Document

He was sure this time she would say yes. The preparations were all complete. The room in which his father used to make all his designs had been renovated into a sewing room and creative workspace for her, his old room had been separated in two, an office in one half and the half with the adjoining bathroom into a smaller bedroom, and his things had been moved to the master bedroom which he would share with her.

He wasn't asking her to marry him. Just to move in with him. He wanted to show her that he was ready to be the partner she needed, that she could depend on him, and that he was ready and willing to work toward making her dreams come true.

He stood in the doorway of what he hoped would soon be her sewing room, deep in his own thoughts of the future he wanted to share with her, when a voice from behind brought him back to the present.

“Atrociously pink,” Felix scoffed as he came to stand beside him in the doorway. He and his mother had come to stay with him after his father's passing as Aunt Amelie's business could be conducted from anywhere, although she did make frequent trips back to England for business meetings and the like. “I would think an aspiring designer would have better taste.”

Adrien couldn't help but roll his eyes but didn't stop gazing at the room, imagining her hard at work on her newest project. “Well, I'm not the designer. It will look much better once she gets her hands on it.”

“Quite...” Felix responded, raising an inquisitive brow before returning his attention to the stack of papers in his hand. “When will she be arriving, exactly? I have some questions regarding this business venture.”

“Run them by me,” Adrien stated, preparing himself to be bored by talk of bottom lines and financial statements.

“No,” was Felix's flat response.

“No?” He finally turned to face his cousin, raising his own eyebrow in question now. “What do you mean 'No'?”

Clearing his throat, Felix stated as if he was explaining the obvious to a child, “This is a design company and she is the designer. She is the head of this business. The business that you, by the way, dear cousin, asked me to manage. Your answers to these questions would be superfluous.” Misinterpreting Adrien's confused expression, he added, “Superfluous means meaningless. Useless.”

“And you're synonymous with insufferable,” he threw back at him, holding the flattest face he could manage. “And what questions could you possibly have that I can't answer for you?”

“Marketing, advertising, product lines, additional employment,” Felix began listing with a bored tone. “How would she like to advertise? Does she have a design for a logo? Who manages her website and how may I get in contact with them? Would she approve of redesigning said website? Does she have any products ready to market? Does she have previous clients that I need to contact? Does she have models? Seamstresses? Will I be in charge of hiring additional personnel unaccompanied or would she prefer to be present for such things?” He stopped to look at Adrien with an air of superiority, knowing he had made his point, then sighed in exasperation, holding out his hand. “Just... give me her contact information. I will call her myself.”

Adrien stuttered for a moment before giving Felix a hesitant, “... No?”

“How am I to manage a business if I'm not allowed to speak with the owner of said business, Adrien?” He questioned with more than a hint of annoyance.

“Well... you see,” he began, scratching the back of his neck the way he did every time he was off put or nervous. “I kinda... sorta... haven't... told her about it yet.”

Adrien let out a slightly strangled laugh as Felix looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

“You... you haven't...,” Felix took a deep breath and closed his eyes in order to gather his thoughts and not just outright call his cousin an imbecile. “You had an office and workspace built for her, redesigned half the house for her... and you haven't... told her yet?”

“No, but-”

“Have you even asked her to move in or is that in the air as well?” Felix asked, growing more annoyed by the second.

“Not yet, but-”

“No. Stop,” Felix put his hand up to make him cease speaking. “I am done with this conversation. I'm going to get some tea, eat something, and try to reconcile with the fact that we are related.” When Adrien opened his mouth to respond, Felix immediately silenced him, “No. You have unfinished business to attend to and I am out of patience for your... incompetence sounds more cruel than I intend it to be, but it's the most applicable word I can find at the moment.” He paused in the kitchen doorway before adding with a dismissive wave of his hand, “Off with you now.” before I say anything else I may regret.

“I'm no doctor of pepper, but I feel like you're giving me twenty three flavors of sass right now,” he tossed at the closing door.

He heard Felix's voice carry through the door, “It is only one flavor and most people call it salty.”

Adrien was reluctant to follow orders from Felix, of all people, but had to accept that he was right. It was foolish to build and plan for a life with her without talking to her about it first.

So, full of trepidation, he turned on his heel and walked out the door to face the inevitable.

He had to talk to her about it. He had to finally ask if she would move in with him.

And he had to prepare himself for if she said no.

Once outside with the sun shining on his face, pigeons flying overhead, and the wind tousling his hair, he began walking in the direction of the bakery that she lived above, no longer so sure she would say yes.

As he passed Place du Châtelet, gazing up at the statue of the goddess Victoire atop Fontaine du Palmier, he felt as though she was taunting him. In the upcoming tribulations he was to face, victory was anything but assured.

“Why the sullen and sour face, Adrien?” Plagg asked from the inside pocket of his shirt, trying to sound more mocking than concerned. “Usually, you float on cloud nine all the way to the boulangerie.”

“It's Marinette,” he began, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Marinette?! Why would you be all sad about Marinette?” Plagg exclaimed in surprise. “I thought it would be that obnoxious cousin of yours!”

“While I do agree that Felix can be... abrasive, he means well enough.” It was strange to say it out loud, even knowing it to be true. Felix did have his best interests at heart. It was just the methods he was willing to use and the lengths he was willing to go to that made it difficult for Adrien to really trust him. Well, that and the mischievous 'pranks' he often plays and his refusal to explain the actual intentions of such behavior. “Besides, he's right. I didn't think this through. I rushed into everything like I always do and I'm going to push too hard and she's going to pull back again and-”

“Woah woah woah!” Plagg flew in front of his face to break him out of his spiral. “Just breathe and look at me,” he gestured toward himself while trying to give as reassuring a look as he could manage. “Everything is going to be fine, Adrien. This is Marinette we're talking about. She loves you, you love her, the two of you are sickeningly sweet together. Everything will be fine.”

Once he saw his holder visibly relax and breathe deep, he added, “And I want a fresh baguette to go with my brie... Ooh, and some of that artisanal camembert!”

“Right. You're right, Plagg,” Adrien let out a sigh. “Everything... will be... fine.” He wanted so badly to believe it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to ruin everything.

And what if, this time, she didn't stay?

“I'm always right,” Plagg remarked, replacing his concerned expression with one of smug confidence. “And don't forget my cheese!”

-

“He is overwhelmingly daft,” Felix spoke into the cellphone held by his shoulder as he poured his cup. “Honestly, who rearranges their entire home for a woman without informing said woman?”

“He's afraid to have a conversation with her that could possibly change the status of their relationship,” Kagami's voice came through the line. “And after the fiasco last year, I don't really blame him. Although, I do agree that it was somewhat foolish to put all that work into her business and making a space for her in his home knowing he wouldn't have the courage to ask the question.”

“Oh, please do not remind me,” Felix rolled his eyes, taking a seat at the small table in the kitchen. “I had to deal with him whinging about it for months.” He took a moment to inhale the aroma from his cup before continuing. “How does he expect for this to work if he's afraid to talk to her?”

He heard her giggle before saying, “Like you're afraid of talking to her?”

“We have spoken about this,” he stated through slightly clenched teeth, placing his cup back on its saucer more forcefully than he intended. “I am not afraid. I just know better.”

“Mhm,” she hummed in a tone that clearly conveyed that she did not think he was being sincere. “And by 'know better', you mean building walls like a contractor.”

“I do not believe I appreciate your tone, luv.”

“Good. I've been working on it and I was worried it wouldn't translate without the ability to see my face.”

“Yes, your satire has improved quite well,” Felix responded as evenly as he could muster, taking a sip of tea. “Regardless, I am not building walls. I am maintaining proper boundaries.”

“Of course,” she began with a somewhat playful tone. “Because maintaining walls is what you do after you've built them.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear to glare at it before putting back up to his ear, “Could we focus on my cousin's problem and not mine?”

“So, you admit that you have a problem?” she added as more of a statement of fact than a question.

“My problems are irrelevant to the current situation,” he said with an icy air, staring at the distorted reflection of his visage in his tea. He despised the person he saw looking back at him.

“As much as I know it kills you to watch him struggle,” Kagami's voice broke through his regressive thoughts. “You're going to have to let Adrien handle his own problems. If you solve everything for him all the time, he'll never learn how to do it for himself. You want him to be his own person and be independent, so you're going to need to step back and let him make his own decisions and his own mistakes.”

“I just want him to be happy,” he spoke with more than a hint of melancholy. He knew she was right. He was constantly jumping in to solve Adrien's problems, whether he wanted him to or not. And she was right that, in the long run, it was doing him more harm than good. He had become too dependent on his help. But if one sees someone drowning, are they to just watch and hope they'll learn how to swim before the water takes them?

“His father used to say the same thing.”

“The difference in this instance is that I actually mean his happiness and not my own,” Felix spat back with a bit of bite. “And I am not a terrorist.”

“But you did assist a terrorist,” she interjected frankly. “And there was that one time you snapped the entire population out of existence.”

“I had my reasons,” he grumbled. “And that was one time. I have grown since then and I know better now.”

“I'm not sure that will hold up in court.”

“I am not going to court, luv,” he said with a small chuckle. He knew it was a joke, but playing along made it more fun. “In any case, I was granted Ladybug's complete forgiveness and support. She was quite adamant about that... So adamant that it became proper obnoxious, actually.” He got a warm feeling that made him slightly nauseous thinking back on it. He had hurt her and she still came to his defense. And, what's more, found it in herself to forgive him. His presence on her team had sowed discontent between her and her partner. Discontent that she really couldn't afford with the dangers of her obligations. He felt an immense guilt for it. He wanted to leave. He tried explaining to her that if Chat Noir had a problem with him, a problem which he had every right to have, it would be better if he wasn't there. And he never wanted to be a hero anyway. He wasn't cut out for it. He didn't have the right mentality for it. But, every time he broached the subject, she refused to hear it. And when she gave him that look, like she saw something in him he could never believe was there himself, he couldn't bring himself to fight her on it anymore. She gave him more than he ever deserved and he was indebted at the mercy of her unfathomable kindness and compassion. And that made him feel weak. Like a slave to himself and his emotions.

“You only find it obnoxious because it makes you feel things you didn't consent to feeling,” Kagami commented nonchalantly. He both detested and adored how well she could read him, even when he felt he was being extremely guarded. It was infuriatingly intoxicating.

“If I did not consent to it, it should not be happening,” Felix stated, crossing the arm that wasn't holding the phone in front of himself as he leaned back in his chair to look at the ceiling, no longer wanting to look at the reflection in his cup. “That is just the laws of human decency.”

“Good Afternoon, Felix,” Amelie sang as she came through the door. “What has mummy's special boy looking so dour?”

Felix immediately straightened himself to sit properly and flash a small smile at her. “Good Afternoon, mum. I am doing well,” he hummed happily, hoping it was convincing. “How was your morning?”

He heard Kagami playfully chirp through his phone as his mother spoke of her morning taking business calls and helping Nathalie in the garden, “Mummy's special wittle boy.” She giggled knowing he was glaring again. “Tell her I said hi.”

He rolled his eyes with a soft smile on his face as he relayed the message, “Kagami sends her greetings.”

“Oh, Kagami!” Amelie lit up at the mention. “She's just darling! Will she be joining us for dinner this evening? I feel like it's been forever since I've seen her.”

“She was here last week, mum.”

“That's forever in mum time, dear,” both women said almost in unison causing Felix to uncharacteristically chuckle.

“Kagami, dear,” he began as his laugh died down. “Would it please you to join my mother and I for dinner this evening?” He could see joy fill his mother. She looked as though she was going to start bouncing on her heels in excitement. “I believe mum gravely misses your impeccable wit and grace.”

“I'll be there at six thirty,” Kagami lightheartedly replied, thoroughly entertained by how Felix's whole demeanor always shifts in the presence of his incredibly upbeat mother. “We'll continue our conversation then.”

“Wonderful. See you then, luv,” He spoke warmly before disconnecting the call. He returned his attention to his mother who was impatiently waiting for his response, “She is more than delighted to join us this evening.”

“Marvelous!” she cheered, clasping her hands together, before placing a kiss on his forehead as she moved across the room toward the tea pot to pour herself a cup. Felix smiled as he watched her pour her tea, not into one of the beautifully expensive porcelain cups, but into a misshapen mug he had made for her in grade school. The handle had broken off years ago when he dropped it into the sink basin while trying to help his mother wash the dishes. He had been devastated when it happened, but she said it only made her love it more.

He found it a poignant metaphor for their relationship. They were bonded by pain, by trauma, by the damage that had been inflicted upon them by a monster.

And they were bonded by the love and understanding they found in each other.

He felt guilt for his wish that she could find that love and understanding somewhere else. She deserved to love and be loved in return. She had suffered so much.

It angered him to think of how his grandparents had auctioned her off like cattle to the highest bidder and how she, ever the dutiful and obedient daughter, went along without complaint.

She believed that she would learn to love him, but that never happened. He was too cold, too distant, and too cruel for love to ever blossom in his salted fields. But she had tried. All hope for such feelings died within her the first time she witnessed him gazing upon their child, the first thing to bring her true joy, and he had called him a monster. She had given him a son, an heir, and that man found him monstrous.

She realized she had been sold and married off to a monster who was incapable of love, incapable of understanding. But, ever the dutiful and obedient daughter, she kept up appearances. Appearances were everything in their world.

It had been years since the monster had died and she still wore only black, playing the part of the grieving wife, for a man she never loved for he could never love her. Keeping up the appearance of grief was a shield to keep her parents from, once again, selling her off to another monster. The experience with his father had made her afraid of men, of marriage, of finding happiness outside of being his mother. But she deserved so much more.

She deserved someone who saw their future in her eyes, someone to walk by the Seine with, someone to dance in the rain with, someone to share ice cream with, someone who would hold her close as she slept in their arms, someone she could smile about waking up next to. She deserved love. Real true love.

She deserved to be happy.

“Felix?” a voice reached out for him within the darkness of his thoughts. It took him a moment to shake himself free and focus on his mother's face, etched with concern and kindness. “Dearest, are you sure you're feeling well?” She placed a loving hand on his forehead and cheek to check his temperature, searching his eyes for a reason behind his distance. His eyes widened as she took a step back. She had found the reason. “You shouldn't let him into your head. He's gone. Let him stay that way.”

He wanted to ask why she still allowed his existence to dictate her clothing choices, but could never bring himself to say anything so hurtful to her, so he simply replied, “Yes, mother,” before flashing her a reassuring smile.

His answer seemed to be enough as she quickly returned to her usual cheerful demeanor, talking about her excitement to see Kagami, about her plans for dinner that night, about how happy she was for her son. He politely made chitchat back, laughing with her, sharing in her excitement, giving his thoughts on what they should serve for dinner. Then she asked a question that threw him off balance, “Do you think we could convince Adrien to invite Marinette to join us for dinner as well? I understand that her and Kagami are good friends so I'm sure she wouldn't mind the extra company. And poor Adrien has been wound so tight lately. A nice night in with pleasant company might be exactly what he needs to relax a little.”

“Actually, mum,” he began with some hesitation, trying to choose his words carefully. “Adrien is with Marinette as we speak, but I'm not sure she will be joining us for dinner. She has an... unusually busy schedule.”

“She works too hard,” she spoke with disappointment and sympathy.

“Yes,” he quietly agreed. “She really does...”

-

“And that is why I think it would be a good idea for you to move in with me,” Adrien concluded with an air of cultivated confidence, or that's how he hoped it came across, because under the surface, he was sweating bullets, anxiety filled bullets.

Marinette shifted uncomfortably on the chaise lounge, trying to think of how to respond. Moving in with him would be much too dangerous and make keeping her secret identity much more difficult. As much as she wanted to accept his offer, her duties as Ladybug had to come first. Marinette could be happy after Ladybug recovered the butterfly miraculous.

But would he wait for her? Would it even be fair to ask him to when she couldn't tell him the reason for the wait?

She took a deep breath to steady herself. “Adrien, I-”

“I know, it's really sudden and you don't want to move too fast,” he spoke before she could get her thoughts out. “But you'd have more space to work, and if you're uncomfortable with sharing a room with me, I could bunk with Felix. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.”

“Adrien, as much as I-”

“And I heard that it's not good for your sleep schedule to work in the same place where you sleep,” he continued, gesturing to her creative corner, which was directly under her bed. “This way, your work space and sleep space would be in entirely different areas of the house which should help you get better sleep which will help you have more energy for your projects.”

“While I'm sure that's true, I-”

“And Felix agreed to handle all the business stuff,” he said with a flourished wave of his hand. “So you can focus on being creative.” He looked at her with hope shimmering in his eyes and finally noticed that her eyes were downcast and stormy. “I... I know that there are things,” he took a deep breath to keep his voice from shaking, “that you're not ready to tell me... and it does bother me, but... I'm not going to push it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or... or pressure you into anything.” He looked up to hold her eyes with his own. “Your secrets are your secrets. Your privacy will not be compromised. I want you to trust me and I understand that trust is earned. I'm just asking for the opportunity to earn it... please.”

There really was no easy way out of this. Saying no at this point would crush him, and after last year, she wasn't sure she could handle causing him so much pain again, even if it was to keep her superhero secrets. And telling him that she was Ladybug was absolutely off the table. She didn't know how, and she didn't want to know how, but Adrien knew Chat Noir and she knew that if she told Adrien that she was Ladybug, Chat Noir would find out. And Chat Noir would truly know that she doesn't love him because of her love for Adrien, and he would get akumatized, and she would have to face him again...

She wasn't sure she'd be able to face him again.

The thought of her partner, her friend, her kitty, broken and crying for her help haunted not only her dreams, but her every waking thought as well.

And the dominoes that lead to that tragic fate start with Adrien finding out who she is.

She would have to be extra careful, she would have to plan some excuses in advance, but every problem has a solution. She could pull this off. It would just take a little more effort. And if it came down to it, she was sure Felix could come up with some cover for her, being that he already knew she was Ladybug and knew how important it was to her to keep it a secret.

She still had some reservations, but had made up her mind, so she nodded her head and uttered a quiet, simple, “Okay.”

“O-okay?” he repeated, not quite believing that she actually agreed.

“Yes,” she said, trying to solidify her answer for him. “You had a lot of good points. It would be good to have a larger work space that is separate from where I sleep and I'm sure that Felix would be a lot of help, giving me more time to focus on my designs... and I'd have more time to spend with you.”

His face lit up with pink dusted cheeks and a smile that couldn't be contained as his entire being buzzed with excitement and radiated joy.

“Yes, okay!” he almost cheered, practically bouncing as he stood. “Um, let me know when you're ready and me and the guys will come over and help you move your things, okay?”

“Okay,” she confirmed with a slight tremble to her voice that she hoped he didn't notice. “I, uh, I should start packing.” She stood and closed the distance between them before anchoring her hands on his shoulders to lift up on her toes high enough to place a small kiss on his lips. “I love you, Adrien.”

“I love you, too,” he almost whispered as he bent down to return her chaste kiss with a slightly more passionate one of his own. “And thank you, Marinette. For everything.”

She watched as the trap door to her room closed behind him before bolting back towards the chaise lounge so fast that the piece of furniture flipped on it's side as she landed across it, causing her face to collide with the hard floor.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Tikki questioned with a small voice laced with concerned as she appeared from the other side of the lounge.

“I'm not sure, Tikki,” Marinette responded, making no move to peel her face off the floor. “Do you think I made the right decision?”

“What do you think, Marinette?”

“I don't know,” Marinette said, finally pushing herself off the floor and putting the chaise lounge back up right. “I think that I might be putting my secret identity in danger by moving in with him, but I don't think there was a way to say no without telling him that I'm Ladybug anyway. I know that I love him, but I feel like I'm leading him on because I can never fully commit to him the way that he wants. Am I just prolonging the inevitable? He's going to want to get married.”

“Don't you want to marry Adrien?” Tikki asked, making herself comfortable in the crook of Marinette's neck.

“Well, yes, but how am I supposed to make a promise to share our lives when I know that I'm lying to him about half of mine?” Marinette expressed with a mix of conviction and panic. “It just... seems so wrong. I've lied to him about so much already. I... I can't lie to him about that.”

Tikki's eyes filled with sadness as she watched her holder visibly deflate from the weight of her burdens. She lovingly stroked her cheek as she said, “You know, I'll support whatever decisions you make. I trust you and you are a fantastic Ladybug. You'll find the answers.” Marinette turned her head to smile at her before Tikki continued, “I also think you should give yourself the opportunity to be happy. You deserve to be happy, Marinette. I don't want you to miss out on life just because you're Ladybug.”

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette exhaled an exhausted breath, letting her shoulders relax. “Thank you. I appreciate your support. I know I can always count on you.” She gave the small being a peck on the top of her head before collapsing onto the lounge to stare up at her ceiling.

Soon, this wouldn't be her ceiling. Soon, this wouldn't be her room. It was a lot to process and there was a lot to prepare for.

“I'll start packing tomorrow.”

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RANDOM NOTES FOR TARGETS…

This is super late but I wanted to get it out before reading the final issue…

#4

ONE...

gar: why didn't she come to me?

cassie: c'mon gar. why do you think? you're her ex.

tim just awkwardly moves away from that subject: annnyway...

I always love a reference to the under-explored ill-fated romance of Cassie and Tim… rip WonderBird!

TWO...

its nice to see all the love ollie is getting whilst he's in his coma - in past seasons he's usually the one receiving all the criticism for the decisions he makes... in s1 he was the one to tell clone!roy about the watchtower, s2 original!roy hates him for not having saved him from lex/the light and there was the added guilt ollie felt for all the tragedies that seemed to have befallen those he was mentor to, then in s3 dinah was hating on him for going along with batman and resigning from the justice league. but now in this comic series weve seen cissie clearly care about him, lian, perdita, dinah - its all very nice to see.

THREE...

i had a random thought regarding the squad animal choices... raptor squad were in charge of observing and executing a targeted attack on Henchy - like a bird praying on its meal then flying down to strike. gorilla squad go straight into their attack - big and loud as a gorilla would if it needs to... also, I did a bit of googling on gorilla behaviour and it said they aren't actually as aggressive as they are often represented to be and unless they absolutely have to, they will make themselves look as threatening as possible by making a lot of noise to intimidate their enemy before actually attacking -- which is interesting, and made me think, you could say gorilla squads job is to make a lot of noise and direct the enemies toward them while mganns alpha squad sneak in undetected to find Perdita... I may be reaching with that interpretation and it might not actually make sense but that's just what came to my mind. then there's mongoose squad who are the backup team, quick, agile and the surprise cavalry you dont expect who pack a pretty heavy punch, the mongoose may be small and not look like much but they are capable of taking on a cobra and winning. (ill be honest this point made way more sense in my head and now ive written it down it does not.)

FOUR...

Match is back! i do really love how this show doesnt forget about things of previous seasons - like, in s4 when dick says bibbo got security cameras specifically in response to his abduction by the kroloteans back in s2 - they didnt need to give a reason for the cctv, but by having one it keeps everything tightly knit together and shows that nothings wasted - even with more minor characters... to me its the same with match being brought back here - any other show would have introduced match in s1 then forgotten about him and never bothered mentioning him again - but not yj - things might not get talked about constantly but that definitely doesn’t mean they’ve been forgotten… that’s why anything is possible with yj.

FIVE…

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE ARRIVAL OF MONGOOSE SQUAD! That whole two page spread is epic and looks amazing. It honestly gives off the same amount of energy as it would have had it been animated - when I first read these pages they got me so pumped for the rest - it gave me the same energy as the arrival of the heroes in Summit. It’s also great to see that all the outsiders are getting to play some part in this story - something that was obviously very lacking in s4 - I love seeing how everyone’s powers are translated into the printed format - massive kudos to Chris jones and Jason wright for crafting that - it’s so brilliant!!

SIX…

The “call Brandon!” sticky note on Barbara’s fridge - do we know anyone called Brandon or is it just a nod to Brandon viette? My guess is the latter but I thought I’d still put it out there.

SEVEN…

Cassie vs Devastation - so cool… Cassie being face slammed against the floor by devastation - so not cool! Ouch dude - that has got to hurt!!!

EIGHT…

I like how they show the broken comm signal as oracle tries to warn Conner about the kryptonite - it works really well at building the tension in conjunction with the imagery of match collapses atop of Conner… it certainly had me at the edge of my seat when I first read it.

NINE…

I’m gonna be honest, when I first saw metallo I thought it was another superboy clone situation but lex had crafted this one into a cyborg this time - he does kinda looks like Conner… it wasn’t until I read the next issue I realised he was someone else, then I realised he does actually say his name in #4 and he obviously wouldn’t be a Kryptonian clone because he’s literally fuelled by kryptonite… so yeah, in short I’m an idiot and I don’t know anything about metallo but he does look pretty cool.

TEN…

I really love how they colour the memories, there’s this soft, almost fuzziness to them which really emphasises the fact that these are moments of the past being remembered in comparison to the main present day plot. It’s a nice touch.

ELEVEN…

Ollie really went through some injuries as he kept perdita safe - though he never once stops protecting her despite all the bumps and bruises and arrow impalements - it’s great seeing their bond grow as things keep escalating.

#5

TWELVE…

I really love that first page of perdita walking aimlessly through complete darkness demanding answers - it’s eerie and mysterious - I can totally imagine it animated and her words echoing in this hollow void. Love it.

THIRTEEN…

Virgil being squad leader for Mongoose Squad is so cool - it’s about time we saw him properly in a leadership role where he’s actually respected instead of being the joke of the group because he can’t think of what to do next. Obviously we’re still not actually seeing him give specific strategical instructions here, as the goal is just pick an evil robots and take it down, but it still shows a lot of growth for him since s2. Back then he was always so eager to be a hero capable of taking charge and guiding others towards victory, the problem was that eagerness always got the better of him and prevented him from figuring out the strategies needed when under pressure. Though his moment of leadership in Illusion of Control proved he was certainly ready to take on that responsibility - he just needed confidence in his ability to believe that - it’s good to see he’s finally got that. You go Virgil!

FOURTEEN…

I’m slightly concerned that robot just broke Bart’s back… I’m sure it didn’t and even if it did do some kind of damage, I’m sure Bart will probably just heal as he always does - but I’m still concerned about the boy! Also, I don’t know if it’s just a case of the narrative needing Bart out of the fight because he could potentially deal with a lot more than the plot wants him to, or if he’s just genuinely being clumsy, because he seems to be getting injured a lot recently. Bart you either need to pay more attention to your surroundings or just stay away from green things - they never do you any good!

FIFTEEN…

I’m gonna guess Shimmer melted Courtney’s staff is probably definitely not a good thing!

SIXTEEN…

Well Luthor certainly did a number on mr Juan Cordero, didn’t he… I mean, JEEZ! Honestly, the more we see of these metas Luthors taken under his wing (manipulated) the more I’m like - thank goodness for roy getting kicked off the team and tagging along with the runaway’s that time because they seriously dodged a bullet by cutting ties with lex when they did… imagine the way things might have turned out had that not happened!

SEVENTEEN…

“When I found out I was a metahuman with self healing abilities I figured everyone would treat me like a total freak.” Dude, self healing is not a freakish power - it’s actually a pretty damn cool power - one that would only be known about if someone either saw you heal or if you told them about it - so if you’re issues with image then you’re pretty golden. it’s also not really something you can lose control of unless you’re purposely getting yourself into scraps and scrapes. It’s really not that bad… ya wanna know what definitely is freakish - BECOMING A FRICKIN ROBOT WITH ONLY YOUR FACE LEFT GRAFTED ONTO IT!! THATS INSANE!!

EIGHTEEN…

“Scarab, we are NOT nuking the building, and I am NOT having this conversation!” Blue arguing with scarab is always a joy to witness - I’ve missed that!

NINETEEN…

I see you looking over at perdita roy… now tell me what is the situation with these two - are they together or not?! There are vibes and I have wanted answers since the first issue!! GIVE THEM TO ME!!

TWENTY…

I like how vertigo’s power is illustrated - the wobbly layers look really cool!

TWENTY ONE…

Poor perdita, Will just drops her catatonic form on the floor so he can worship queen bee - where’s Ollie the human shield when ya need him… oh ye, he’s in a coma.

TWENTY TWO…

So, it is cool to see queen bee and her power finally being used to cause havoc with one of the teams and for it to not only be the boys who are affected by her but also Violet who is of course also attracted to women - that’s all cool… I’m just like - I really want queen bees powers to be used to reveal a character’s sexuality that hasn’t previously been made canon in the show - I just think it would make for a great moment… like with Ed and Bart, who were unjustly denied their s3 reveal (I will never not be over that!), I wanna see them not being affected by her power, or alternatively, any of the female characters that are speculated about by the fandom, like zatanna, Raquel, traci, it would be cool seeing any of them being affected. It would be a really simple way - especially for the more minor characters who aren’t able to get a lot of plot time, to reveal this kind of information to the audience without needing to say a word or spend much time on it… but that’s just my opinion.

TWENTY THREE…

And once again everyone is dead… well, 50% of everyone… I’m sure they’re not staying dead… they never do… unless their names are Wally, Tula or Tomar-Re… The question is how will things be reversed? Is it another martian mind trick or could halo heal them or something else entirely? Guess we will find out soon…

The one thing I’ll add about this situation is that they really need to consider pulling back on the fakeout deaths… unless they surprise us all by actually committing to the kills - which isn’t gonna happen - we’ve had a lot of death fakeouts recently and the more they happen the less effective the moments becomes… compare the emotional response of this moment to when Kaldur killed Artemis back in s2 - with the s2 moment theres shock, confusion, disbelief - nothing like it had happened before so you truly believed things were real, up until the truth was revealed and with it you’re still feeling a whole load of emotions… with this moment, other than the initial oh no that’s not good, I don’t really feel anything towards it because I don’t expect them to stay dead for long. And that’s all I’ll say about that.

TWENTY FOUR…

Violets little bashful wave at queen bee is kinda adorable… while whatever Roy’s face is doing is definitely not!

TWENTY FIVE…

Ollie: that’s me. Always hogging the limelight.

Merlyn: ah yes. Lime. Green. So clever.

Ollie: wasn’t actually attempting a pun there, but whatever.

This moment should not be as funny as it is - but it is! I love it!

TWENTY SIX…

Perdita high-fiving Ollie after taking down Merlyn is a great moment! They’re so adorable together and I love seeing perdita being a happy/giddy 10 year old when she can be - her little face and excited jump for joy at Ollies proposal to Dinah is way too cute!!

TWENTY SEVEN…

I am now very intrigued as to how long Ollie and Dinah have been engaged and if they ever actually got married - because if they have been married this whole time, then that makes ollies walking out with Batman in s3 very bloody awkward… I shouldn’t laugh, but there’s just something a little bit funny about Batman breaking up their marriage… I’m sure that didn’t happen… or at least I hope that didn’t happen… 😬

TWENTY EIGHT…

Some random prediction I guess for the final issue… they’ve established this engagement so I’d presume the wedding or some sort of celebration will take place to close out the final memory. I think Wally’s gonna show up somewhere - probably in the final memory - and considering this is all taking place on November 11th, which is Wallys birthday, I’m gonna say they’ll be some sort of anniversary gathering/acknowledgment of that fact. In terms of how the fight against the robot and queen bee is gonna conclude - I have no idea - same goes for how perditas gonna be saved… in all honesty, the only thing I’m truly hoping for is some confirmation on the relationship status of roy and perdita! (I don’t ask for much)

TWENTY NINE…

Anyway, I’ve really enjoyed Target and will be sad to see it end - here’s hoping for this not to be the final chapter! There is honestly so much story yet to be explored in this universe and I hope whoever at dc/WB realises it’s just as worth making as all the other stuff they’ve greenlit!

#renewyoungjustice

THIRTY…

If you’ve stuck around this far, thanks for reading!

LB

[theimaginatrix27]

I woke up from a dream that referenced a book I listened to in audio form eighteen years ago and Google keeps failing me when I try to find it

I hope the author didn't turn out to be a bad person. The last time I brought up an author I'd been reading for years and enjoying the works of since 2010-ish, I found out something really dark about their history, and it wasn't the first time that had happened either. It seems about half the authors of speculative fiction are fucked-up in some way.

But this book was like, a middle-grade Sci-fi novel that I suppose was a coming-of-age/finding-your-own-identity/being-comfortable-in-your-own-skin sort of story, and I don't remember all the details.

But basically it's about a kid who finds out he's second generation alien. His parents and a bunch of others crashlanded in this town in the US (it's always the US that the cool shit happens to) and some of the aliens died in the accident, and some of the townspeople died in this accident. But the aliens had this technology/bioscience stuff that meant they could take DNA from humans and use it to disguise themselves as humans. (In hindsight this sounds weird and possibly questionable but also I didn't know the possible connotations back then and I'm not done.) The alien parents also used this science on their kids when they had them, so they'd not be found out or whatever, but some plot reason I can't remember means they have to alter the injections so the kids slowly turn back into their true alien forms. This means they can no longer go to school and stuff, and there's this normal non-alien girl the MC is interested in, but now he's finding out he's not human and this is upsetting obviously. The parents are good, they just feel super guilty for killing so many people/losing their shipmates and stuff. I don't remember all the details.

What I do remember is that the MC finds out his friend who he thought was dead actually isn't, and was the first kid who had to be reverse-disguised, so he gets to see what he'll look like when the process is over, and these aliens are gorgeous okay. They're described as having skin the colour of peach marble and being taller/more muscular than humans and having hair that grows from their shoulders as well as their heads and that shimmers like it's made of diamond. And they have blue or green eyes. God, the more I write the more worried I get that there's a creepy backstory about this book.

But long story short, kid nearly runs into the elderly parent of his genetic donor, freaks out, injects himself with the dna one of his friends uses, and his body freaks out and he almost dies. He wakes up to find that he's had to resume alien form completely rather than gradually, and also his girlfriend who he was keeping this secret from now knows the truth (something something she had to bring him to someone who could help or something, again, details, can't remember).

And at the end of the book there's this whole thing where the aliens send a diplomatic rep to the White House, and it's MC kid, and he's untangled his identity crisis, and the last words in the book stayed with me forever.

"I know exactly who I am. My name is Jason Jonathan Miller, and I am human."

And I can't find this book on Google and I don't know where else to turn. And I'm scared this has like racist routes or some shit but it was a lovely story to me at the time with a simple poignant message and I want to at least find it.

Vision Australia doesn't have records of the books I got way back when, and this was when I was getting stuff from them on tape, so ...

[anitabyars]

New Release from Sawyer Bennett

Callum (Pittsburgh Titans, Book #12)

Synopsis:

Callum Derringer was hired by the Pittsburgh Titans to help rebuild the organization after a devastating plane crash left its future unknown. Now that he’s got the team back on track, it’s time to put some effort into his own life.

When I accepted the job of general manager with the Titans, it was just the opportunity I needed to prove myself to the sports world. Unfortunately, my career isn’t the only area in which I’ve previously made mistakes and the past is about to come back in a big way.

Juniper Ryan is…complicated. Smart, funny and insanely gorgeous, she was my first love and my first heartbreak. But my loss was my stepbrother’s gain and she’s been his wife for five years now. I’ve done a decent job of putting her out of my mind but when I’m brought home for a family emergency and see the bruises on Juniper, I’m gutted to learn that she was pushed into the arms of a monster.

Vowing to put our past aside, I learn dark truths about my brother and his marriage to my first love. And to make matters worse, I’m beginning to realize the feelings I once had for Juniper aren’t tucked quite as far away as I had hoped.

When things take a dangerous turn, I’m willing to put myself in the line of fire to keep my girl safe. I was a fool to walk away from Juniper the first time and I’m a man who knows better than to make the same mistake twice.

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My Review

5⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Callum, is the latest addition to the Pittsburgh Titans series. And if you love second chance romance stories then Callum Derringer and Juniiper “Juni” Ryan’s story is the story for you!

This emotional story brings it! Filled full of fear, danger, passion and romance that had me sitting on the edge of my seat as they take on this roller coaster of a journey A journey I didn’t see coming!

Callum is the General Manager of the Pittsburgh Titans, who loves his job but who has never forgotten the one that got away. When his mother has a fall and ends up in the hospital he returns home, to a place he would never return to except to help his mother and that’s where he sees her again.

Juni his first love is now the wife of his stepbrother Tristan. When he notices bruises on Juni and realizes that she is desperate to escape her abusive husband. Callum is on board to help her anyway he can and takes her back to Pittsburgh to start a new life. But will her new life include him…you will need to read to find out.

This book brought all the feels, I smiled, I cheered, I cried. It was an emotional ride with twists and turns I didn’t see coming. I was obsessed , captivated until the end! Loved this so much!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[cocktailsfairytales]

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Callum Derringer was hired by the Pittsburgh Titans to help rebuild the organization after a devastating plane crash left its future unknown. Now that he’s got the team back on track, it’s time to put some effort into his own life.

When I accepted the job of general manager with the Titans, it was just the opportunity I needed to prove myself to the sports world. Unfortunately, my career isn’t the only area in which I’ve previously made mistakes and the past is about to come back in a big way.

Juniper Ryan is…complicated. Smart, funny and insanely gorgeous, she was my first love and my first heartbreak. But my loss was my stepbrother’s gain and she’s been his wife for five years now. I’ve done a decent job of putting her out of my mind but when I’m brought home for a family emergency and see the bruises on Juniper, I’m gutted to learn that she was pushed into the arms of a monster.

Vowing to put our past aside, I learn dark truths about my brother and his marriage to my first love. And to make matters worse, I’m beginning to realize the feelings I once had for Juniper aren’t tucked quite as far away as I had hoped.

When things take a dangerous turn, I’m willing to put myself in the line of fire to keep my girl safe. I was a fool to walk away from Juniper the first time and I’m a man who knows better than to make the same mistake twice.

[pathetichimbos]

Star Guardian S/O (please just google them up and look at their weapons and pick ur favourite! ) They basically threaten the slasher that they'll have to fight them for their crimes but they just kinda like the slasher?

Star Guardian S/O

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt

SFW

TW: Mentions of Murder

…

Finally answering my asks. Couldn't have chosen a better time, I'm sick and my head's fuzzy, so the writings are short for this one

I'll also be cutting down on how many slashers I write for at a time. My limit'll be 3 for now, maybe more in the future but who knows.

Enjoy!

Michael Myers:

Michael is caught by surprise when you approach him, demanding he be brought to justice

He lets out a huff behind the mask and pushes past you, in the middle of hunting someone

Plenty of people had attempted to arrest him before, but it never lasted or worked, and he was much to busy to entertain the idea

But then he noticed that despite having the means to start attacking him, you simply followed him around and stopped his attacks before they could happen

It was very annoying, but he found himself not wanting to hurt you, and that was even more annoying

He just kind of ends up following you around like a lost puppy

Jason Voorhees:

When you first approached Jason, he was confused

At this point, hardly anyone ever came to his lake anymore, let alone to try and bring him to justice

He watched in confusion as you went on your whole spiel about not hurting anyone, taking notice to how you seemed nervous and started pacing

A wrong step had Jason snatching you back, barely saving you from the bear trap you had come inches from being entrapped in

You were definitely grateful and apologized, and he checked over you to make sure you weren't hurt at all

After that, you found yourself at the camp more and more

Thomas Hewitt:

When Thomas saw Hoyt dragging you out of the police car, you were ranting about the irony of it all before you snatched away from Hoyt and loudly announced that your plan worked, as you had been looking for all of them

Most of them were confused, while Hoyt was just plain annoyed after spending an entire car ride listening to the same thing

When Thomas approached, however, you quickly lost your cool as your face heated and you couldn't help but lose your train of thought

He thought it was adorable, the way you seemed to sputter and try to come up with some words before you sheepishly took back what you said

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Graveyard Siblings (2)

Alright, Here is the addition to the first post I made about Marinette having a somewhat of a similar backstory to Jason.

[Masterlist]

WARNING: the Revenge part have some suicide, death, physical abuse and bullying stuff mentioned. Extreme Lila Bashing.

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Marinette runs a business called Afterlife (I am bad with names, gimme a break) with Wayne Enterprise as a partnership. She is the mysterious designer MT.

Jagged knows about Marinette and the whole LB thing after one scare and an explanation and promotes it a lot.

The Waynes can’t believe that she knew Jagged Stone.

So Afterlife brand is taking off and is the hottest new thing since Jagged is wearing it and MT is apparently the mysterious newly adopted Wayne who hasn’t appeared in public much and the family’s personal designer.

Loads of Celebrity commissions.

Gabriel loses sales as the new line they launched ‘coincided’ with the launch of Afterlife’s newest fashion line called Karma.

I should mention that Edna Mode(?) and Audrey Bourgeois gave many praises to MT because they are amazing designs and to spite Gabriel a little bit.

Gabriel doesn’t panic yet. A lie

I haven’t talked about Lila much, have I? Let’s just say she got a visit from a ghost, well, several ghosts.

Remember that guy Marinette mentioned that could get her fake documents. It was John Costantine, who owes her a favor ( he owes her more than a few and he would do anything she asked for her brownies. )

Tim and Babs dig up dirt on Lila Rossi and their silence was brought with a delicious cake.(coffee flavored for Tim)

Gets John to do a little summoning for her.

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(Suicide implied, death, bullying, You have been warned)

“~Lila~. ~Oh Lila~”

Lila turned to her other side, wishing the voice would shut up.

“Oh, Lie-la, sleeping so peacefully. So silent. I wish you would stay that way forever.” The voice said menacingly.

Lila’s eyes snapped wide open to come face-to-face with supposed to be dead Marinette Dupain-Cheng with a manic look. Did Marinette had red eyes before?

Lila screamed.

“Oh, it’s no use. No one will hear you. Remember when you said those words. To poor Bianca. Every day at lunch break in the old unused bathrooms when you beat her up for not doing as you say.”

A girl with long dark hair appeared. Covered in black and blue bruises. Looking at Lila with hate.

“Let’s not forget. Poor Tommy. Alex. Andrea. Wil. Gary. Nico. Freya. Magnus. Della…” As Marinette listed off names, more and more teens appeared, the youngest being a 10 year old girl.

They all had the same expression as Bianca. Utter hatred.

“And there is me. The latest in your long line of victims. Lie-la, how do you feel right now, looking at the casualties of your greed for fame and fortune? Your ‘enemies’. And you know that English saying, ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’.” Marinette gave a sinister laugh.

“You are dead. You were all supposed to be dead. This isn't real. This isn’t real.” Lila chanted, closing her eyes and covering her ears.

She felt cold fingers lifting up her face to meet red eyes, promising many Bad things.

“Sorry, sweetie. This is the cold harsh reality. You thought that you could get away with it. The deaths you caused with your filthy lies and ‘so-call accidents’. You danced on our ashes and you built your kingdom with our blood on your hands. I hoped you enjoyed it while it lasted. ”

The nails dug further into her face, drawing some blood and sure to leave some scars.

“Because, Lila Rossi, this is the last time you would know peace. And could you pass on a message to the Agrestes for me. Tell them that Death cannot hold back the wrath of Ladybug.” Turning to the other ghosts. “Get her.”

Marinette stepped back as the other teens pounced on her. Scratching, pulling, biting. Inflicting pain on Lila. She jumped out the window and landed next to John smoking.

“Thanks for everything. Will she be okay?” Lila’s screams can’t be heard due to a soundproof charm.

“She will wake up in the morning, a little sore thinking it was all a nightmare.”

“That is until she looks into a mirror. I left a little something to remind her that it actually happened. By the way, can you help me with this curse?” She said, pulling out a notebook.

“Let me see. Hmm.. Oh.. that’s a good one. Nice. Wow...You are very creative with curses, remind me to never get on your bad side. But are you sure about that last part?”

“Lila needs a lesson and as much as I hate her and wants her to suffer for the rest of eternity. She doesn’t deserve being tormented for the rest of her life. At least, she should learn that actions have consequences, especially for everything she had done so far.”

“You are too kind despite everything that has happened, Pigtails.”

“Doesn’t mean I am going to give you the resurrection spell I used.”

“You are no fun. You are as bad as Bats.”

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Lila’s curse is that she sees her victims when she leasts expects it. Alya, talking about her blog, is replaced with Bianca cracking her knuckles and about to punch Lila. In everyone else, it looked Lila screamed ‘Please don’t hurt me” to a confused Alya.

Lies some more to save face but the more she lies, the more the ghosts keep appearing. Some actually hurt her but there are no bruises or cuts to prove that it happened.

She is just so jumpy all the time and during photoshoots, Adrien gets replaced with a rotting corpse and every picture comes out with fear in her eyes.

Gabriel fires her after a million complaints.

Not before relaying Marinette’s message. “She cursed me. She came into my room and did this to me (pointing to the scars on her face.) She sent my dead classmates after me.”

“Who?”

“Ladybug. She told me to tell you that even Death cannot stop Ladybug’s wrath. So better watch your back, M. Agreste.”

(Gabriel didn’t feel threaten not at all. There is no such thing as ghosts. Sure magic is real with the Kwamis and the Miraculouses as proof. But ghosts? Those are just stories. Lila Rossi just had a nightmare that was too vivid for her. He definitely is not searching Google for warding them off. Especially revenge-seeking ones. He was just looking for inspiration. That MT caused a lot of trouble and sleepless nights for Gabriel but this next line was sure to be a success.) He was wrong.

No matter how many NDAs he made people signed and how much security measures he took. Afterlife seems to hosts fashion shows, launch new lines or their designs made the cover of a famous fashion magazine and SHOWING UP the GABRIEL brand EVERY! SINGLE! TIME!

Gabriel is rarely in the headlines these days and most of the billboards in Paris is filled with products from Afterlife (Chloe as a model with a mask to conceal her identity which adds to a mystery.) or WE.

He is super frustrated and a little desperate.

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Got any ideas for revenge on Gabriel, Natalie and Adrien? Also the rest of the class?

(Part 3)

[dejwrites]

okay we talked about toxic!gojo who makes nice with your mama , but imagine toxic!jason silver who gets invited to the cookout after you guys break up and has you on your knees for him after convincing you he just wants to talk;(

someone save me from the clutches of this man

let’s talk about it because we all know when you search up toxic on google, a picture of jason silver pops up. you’re coming to your mother's house where the annual summer family cookout is being hosted. you have the prettiest color sundress on that hugs your figure perfectly and your skin is practically glowing this lovely summer. jason and you called it quits after a heated argument, you're happy, you're flourishing, and just leaking with that black girl magic energy. your hugging your family members that's in the house and you go in the kitchen to greet your mother who's acting extremely weird. you brush that off and make your way to the backyard and your eye twitch in annoyance seeing jason playing spades with your dad and uncles while your grandmother is placing a plate of food in front of him. cause why is he here? you two broke up, right? why is your grandmother making him a plate? that's not even your grandchild grandma !!

when jason caught your harsh gaze, he's smirking. he have such a devious smirk on his face as he sip on your uncle's spiked punch (that's extremely strong by the way!) and cards in his hand. you're marching over to him and he gives you that charming grin he gives you that makes you soaked in between your thighs. "now that you're here, we need to talk." he'll say to you. his teeth grinding against his lower lip, tongue occasionally brushing against that lip ring of his. he's drinking in how good you look in that sundress. praying to the gods themselves that you're not wearing any panties because he had a plan.

you weren't quite sure how the situation led to you on your knees, mouth that was supposed to be full of cookout food but instead is full with jason's cock. tears brimming from your eyelash line as jason's hips thrusting forward. the wet gagging sound was bouncing off the walls of your room as your innocent-looking eyes were looking up at jason with such a modest expression. your own drool decorated your pretty sundress now, but you didn't care. you only cared to watch jason's head fall back in complete ecstasy as he stroked your hair out your face. his words of praise falling from his lips caused you to grow wet. croaked groans from the back of his throat while his cock disappeared in your mouth bit by bit.

"shit—" he'll stutter, realizing that no woman's mouth felt better than yours when they wrapped around his thick cock. it was just something about the way your wet tongue licked at that one thick vein on the shaft of jason's dick. or perhaps it was the way your perfect hands cupped at his heavy balls.

"keep this up, i'm going have to fuck a baby in you so i can feel this feeling forever."

bonus headcanon: you’ve been telling your cousin that you and jason broke up, so your cousin brought a guy that they were going to introduce you to just so you can get your feet back into the dating pool. cue your cousin staring in the imaginary camera like they in the office when they see you & jason leaving your childhood room while they were assigned to put your baby cousin in some random room to sleep !!

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

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“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

---

Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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[thequeenxofhearts]

Bookworms

Summary: Jason takes a nap, when he wakes up Y/N and Damian Wayne are exchanging books.

A/N: Bit of a terrible summary but hey-ho.

Word count: 1106

‘Whatcha reading?’ Jason asked as he plopped onto the couch next to Y/N, she didn’t reply – she probably didn’t hear him.

‘Y/N, babe.’ He spoke, nudging her.

‘What?’ She asked.

‘I said what are you reading?’ Jason asked.

‘Oh, it’s called The Other Passenger.’ Y/N replied returning to her book.

‘Is it good?’ Jason asked.

‘Yeah, it’s ok.’ Y/N replied.

‘You don’t sound too impressed.’ Jason smirked and Y/N shrugged, ‘I’ve read better.’

Jason chuckled, ‘Why carry on reading it?’ He asked, Y/N shrugged again ‘I wanna see what happens.’

Jason smiled, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek, ‘If you get bored you know where to find me.’ He winked before he stood up and went to the bedroom, ‘Where are you going?’ Y/N asked.

‘Taking a nap, I’ve got patrol tonight.’ Jason replied.

‘Ok.’

Jason left the bedroom door open ajar – it was a habit when he was taking a nap and Y/N was in the kitchen/living room on her own. Y/N was always quiet when she read, she hardly got up to get anything when she was into a book.

Sometimes he’d go for a nap and when he woke up, she’d be reading another book. With the door open a little, he wouldn’t disturb Y/N with his snoring, but he could hear her if she was in trouble.

An hour or so into his nap, Jason began to stir to the sound of voices. He didn’t think Y/N was expecting anyone…well to be honest she is a bit of an introvert and he couldn’t think of anyone Y/N would put a book down for.

He climbed out of bed quickly and pulled open the bedroom door open to find Y/N sitting on the couch where he had left her. A stack of books on the floor by her feet and his younger brother sitting in the armchair opposite her.

‘What are you doing here?’ Jason asked.

‘Tsk, I’m here to see Y/N, Todd.’ Damian replied.

Jason rolled his eyes, ‘You didn’t tell me he was coming.’ He said to Y/N.

‘We were texting whilst you were napping, and he decided to come over to exchange some books.’ Y/N smiled innocently, ‘Did you sleep ok?’

Jason smiled at her, ‘Yeah, I just thought…doesn’t matter.’ He walked towards her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before going to the kitchen for a bottle of water.

‘Anyway, as I was saying,’ Damian spoke as he nodded to Jason hinting him as a distraction, ‘Dracula is a favourite of mine and I enjoyed immensely.’

Jason rolled his eyes, he thought Damian was so good words even though he had to google their meaning after a conversation with him.

‘I think you will enjoy it too.’

‘Frankenstein is a good read also.’ Damian spoke.

Jason quickly looked to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and thought the last thing Y/N needs is more books.

She'll probably read the new books and leave the old ones to collect dust on the shelves.

Y/N stood up from her place on the couch and went to the bookshelf, Jason wondered if she was about to give Damian all her unread books, but that was probably very unlikely.

‘Try this one.’ She said passing the book to Damian, he took it and looked down at the cover, ‘The Chestnut Man?’

She pulled a book off the shelf and Jason recognised it.

The one she cried over last summer.

‘I really liked it, and I think you will too.’ Y/N said.

‘You know, Y/N, of all my brother’s girlfriends, you’re my favourite.’ Damian said.

Y/N looked over at Jason who stood behind the island in the kitchen, his jaw dropped.

Firstly, he was shocked that Damian had referred to him as his brother, and secondly, he didn’t think Damian even liked Y/N he thought it was just the books that brought him over.

‘Really?’ Y/N asked.

‘Yes. You are the only one who is not in my line of work – which quite frankly I don’t agree with – and I feel more comfortable around you.’ Damian explained.

‘I’m gonna take that as you don’t like Babs and Steph.’ Jason commented as he sat next to Y/N.

'I don't agree that they work with Grayson and Drake, and live with them also. I am surprised myself that I manage to live and work with father.' Damian spoke.

‘So, what other books have you two exchanged?’ Jason asked, changing the subject.

‘Damian gave me Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, Frankenstein, Dracula, and Tom Sawyer in exchange for She Lies in Wait, The Other People, and Haven’t They Grown.’ Y/N explained.

‘Didn’t you read She Lies in Wait in the summer after the Chestnut Man? Isn’t that the one that made you cry too?’ Jason asked.

Damian looked at Y/N and then at the book at the top of the pile next to him.

‘Only at the end.’ Y/N replied, ‘Do you want anymore?’

Damian looked at the books next to him, ‘What else do you have?’

Y/N stood up and went to the bookcase, and she pulled several books off the shelf, which Jason helped her with.

Damian left with a bag of at least seven books.

‘That’ll keep him busy for the weekend.’ Jason commented.

Y/N picked up The Other Passenger and returned to her book.

‘You’ve not finished that yet?’ He asked.

‘I’m gonna go back to bed.’ Jason said and he began to stand up, but Y/N grabbed his arm.

‘No.’ Y/N said disappointedly, ‘I wanna finish it today.’

‘You can stay here.’ She said, pulling him back down, Jason chuckled, but Y/N laid on her back with her head against the cushions. Jason laid next to her, resting his head on her stomach and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Y/N listened to his snores as she read her book…as she tried to read her book – she couldn’t wait to be done with this one and move onto another one.

It had taken her some time, but she finally finished it.

As best she could – without waking Jason – she put the book on the coffee table.

She looked over at her bookshelf and started at the spine of the one she wanted to read, she could just make out its title from where she was.

It wasn’t a good idea to wake Jason, not when he had patrol, so instead, she reached for the one on the top of the pile that Damian had given her, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

Damian had told her a lot about this book, she had heard good things about it before too. How she hadn’t read it yet, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t wait to get into it.

With one hand holding her book open, her other hand rested upon Jason’s head as he slept.