#bee!aurore

[silentmagi]

Guardian!Su-Han & Bee!Aurore and Bee!Mireille in "Sharing a Miraculous"

These two would bee helpful in keeping the hive strong and starting a swarm of bee miraculous holders that could be called upon any time.

It was a honey of a deal, and they just had to never talk to each other about it. Not like they knew each other or anything.

[acuteobserv4tion]

Hear me out:

Zoe shouldn't exist. They should have given the Bee Miraculous to Rose or Aurore. Perfect patch up. No need for a last-minute self insert character.

It's the bad fanfic writing that gets me guys.

I hear Zoe is finally becoming her own character, tho. Good for her. Good for you, Zoe stans. Just wish she wasn't a last-minute insert made out of spite.

But if you really want Zoe to be a thing...

I wish she was introduced in like the end of season 2 right after Queen Wasp. Cut out that scene where Marinette reunites someone with their toxic family member.

Zoe shows up after Malediktator, giving Chloe more reason to feel unloved, stopping Chloe's kindness in its tracks, leaving her hurt and in pain, her desperation for attention made more clear, highlighting her Descent into Madness.

Zoe could actually genuinely try to connect with her in season 3 because Zoe at least has her own dad in America who raised her right, unlike Andre. Then show us a confused Chloe who rages out and hates Zoe for seemingly taking mom away from her all these years.

Little does she know that Audrey doesn't really care about either of them.

This is how we get Miracle Queen. Chloe actively asking for Hawkmoth to make her "exceptional" for her mom since Ladybug seems to have abandoned her, too. (Marinette notices her being difficult instead of Marinette just being jealous of Kagami like in canon) Audrey, of course, after being de-akumatized, looks the other way.

Then, in season 4, we have Lila manipulate Chloe like in Miraculer, only different. Chloe would be the one Gabriel assigned to look out for Adrien at school while he assigns Lila to "look out for him" during modeling.

Lila manipulates Chloe out of the way, which Gabriel knew Lila would do. Chloe, meanwhile, is losing Adrien in her grief and rage. Sabrina is losing Chloe to the stress of Lila's schemes to get Chloe alone and vulnerable through rumors, which isn't hard because of Chloe's past bullying. (What's that? Believable manipulation?)

But Zoe is still there, and she sees, so Sabrina goes to her. But when they confront her, Chloe sees it as a betrayal. She thinks she's lost Sabrina to Zoe like she lost her mom. So she curses them both. And who does she have left other than Uncle Gabriel.

Chloe has become a proper pawn in Lila and Gabriel's game. A sad, miserable, vindictive little pawn.

A solid tragic character. Chloe the Sympathetic Villain. (Unlike Gabriel, who we all seem to agree is a stupid asshat). Now, what will become of her?

Isn't that so much better?

[drarrily-we-row-along]

July 3: Fruit Stand

Harry hadn't ever skived off of work. He'd never called in sick (even when he was), he'd never taken a mental health day, never even used a day of vacation time.

But when he woke up this morning, he just couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't go into work for another day, couldn't listen to stories of heart ache and misery, couldn't keep fighting the darkness like there was nothing else left in the world.

So he called in sick. It was surprisingly, ridiculously simple. They didn't even ask him any questions.

As soon as he got off the floo call, he put on a pair of muggle skinny jeans and plain black t-shirt. He pulled his hair up into a messy bun, put on a pair of sunglasses, and got into the convertible he'd purchased on a whim three years ago.

With the top down, Harry took off down the road, music blaring as he drove wherever the roads took him.

He ended up driving along the dirt roads in the country, hardly wide enough for two cars. The fields and the sun, the dirt and the humid air, it made him all but giddy.

And when he saw a fruit stand off the side of the road, he couldn't resist pulling over to see what they were selling. He parked and meandered through, touching the veggies and fruits, sniffing the bouquets of fresh flowers.

The sound of a crate being set onto the table behind him startled him and he turned, ready to greet the person who'd come into the stall only to be struck mute instead.

And for a moment, Harry was certain that it couldn’t be Draco Malfoy unloading mason jars onto the table. Draco Malfoy would never be caught wearing dirty jeans and a white tshirt with a hole in the side. He couldn’t have imagined that Malfoy would have hair long enough to braid, but that strands would slip messily out of the braid. There was no world in which Draco Malfoy would be caught wearing muddy work boots, or that he’d have dirt streaking his forearms all the way up to his elbows.

The other man was still adjusting the glass jars when he spoke and Harry was positive it was Malfoy, "Good morning," he started, "sorry I wasn't here when you-" he turned and caught sight of Harry, "Potter?" he asked, taking a startled step back. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

"I don't even know where here is," Harry confessed. "I just started driving-"

"And ended up at my fruit stand?" he asked incredulously.

“Yes,” he replied, “As unbelievable as it sounds.”

Malfoy blinked at him, seemed to weigh that information in his mind before nodding once, "fine."

"Fine?"

He shrugged and went back to pulling the glass jars out of the crate he'd brought over. "What else am I supposed to say?"

And when Harry actually thought about that, he supposed that was fair. What had he expected? "Maybe you'd like to insult me, for old time's sake," he offered.

Malfoy snorted, "I'm more self aware than I was at 13."

Harry cocked his head at him, finger idly tracing the fuzzy skin of a peach in the basket in front of him, "What does that mean?"

"That I can recognize that I was a gay teenager, desperate for attention."

Harry laughed, couldn't help it. Malfoy's eyes flashed but Harry spoke up before he could say anything, "It's funny because that was one of the first things I realized after I realized I was bi."

Malfoy's shoulders eased a bit, he gave Harry another long assessing look and seemed to decide to hold his tongue. "Those peaches are good, by the way."

"Are they?" Harry asked as he lifted one from the basket.

The other man hummed, "I have it on good authority that they're the best batch of peaches I've ever sold."

"Good authority, huh?" Harry said as he pulled out his wallet.

"First one's on the house," Malfoy said, waving away the money Harry was trying to offer him. "And yes, Martha has been buying my peaches for her pies for years. She just won the county pie baking contest yesterday and told me that she was certain it was because my peaches are to die for this year."

"Only one way to find out, I suppose," Harry replied as he brought the peach to his lips and bit into it. Flavor burst across his tongue, juice dripping down his chin and fingers, and he couldn't help but let out a soft groan at how good it tasted.

"Told you," Malfoy said with a pleased little grin as he watched Harry.

He swallowed the bite, "Merlin, Malfoy," he said. "That is the best thing I have ever tasted. I want to buy an entire bushel."

"I'll make a deal with you," Malfoy said, "If you help me with carrying up some crates from my barn, I'll give you an entire bushel."

"Alright," he replied around another mouthful of decadent peach, because he honestly couldn't see a downside to that.

Malfoy grinned at him, "Come on then."

He followed the other man toward the barn, tossing away the pit once he'd finished the fruit. Malfoy pulled the door open and Harry was met with the sight of more crates than he'd ever seen in his life. "What in the name of Merlin-"

"I don't grow all of my own fruit, obviously," Malfoy said. "So I trade with other farmers. I have lots of crates to return," he added.

Harry laughed, "I'll say."

"I just don't have time-" Malfoy started, "And they all have families to help them-"

He softened, he understood that sentiment well, "I'll help," he said quickly.

Malfoy gave him a grateful little smile and Harry wondered at it for a moment, until Malfoy started giving him instructions. "It's pretty simple," he said earnestly, "Just sort them by their marking, we'll make stacks out by the fruit stand so that we can trade back."

"Got it," Harry said as he started to pull crates down.

There was the sound of crunching gravel as a car pulled up, "Sorry-" Malfoy started.

"It's fine," Harry said, waving him off, "Go ahead."

Malfoy gave him a grateful little smile and headed over toward the fruit stand once more. Harry watched him go for a minute before turning back to the crates and starting to sort once more.

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It had taken him a couple of hours, but he'd managed to sort everything and bring the crates up to sit beside the fruit stand. In return, Malfoy had given him a bushel of peaches for his labor.

That had been five weeks ago and Harry had found himself driving back each week on his day off. To buy more peaches, of course. Not because he wanted to help Draco.

Only, there was something about Draco's smile when Harry asked if he could trade him some labor for peaches that made his stomach swoop.

"The DMLE really must not pay you all that well, if you're here looking to work every week," Draco teased that afternoon after Harry had finished helping him sort the crates and fill them with the peaches and honey that Draco was trading with them.

He hummed, "I think it costs me more to work there than I actually make," he muttered darkly.

"Say more about that," Draco murmured, shoulder brushing against Harry's.

Harry closed his eyes and let the sun soak into his skin, "I feel like everything is dark there," he said, which he knew sounded like bullshit. "I'm constantly fighting wave after wave of people doing evil or idiotic shit and it just-" he broke off, shaking his head, "You start to forget that places like this exist. That sunshine and fresh air are easily accessible, that there's hard work to be done that's meaningful and life sustaining in it's own way."

Draco hummed, "Maybe you should look for a new job."

They might have said more but one of the neighboring farmers pulled up with his rusty old pick up and they were swapping out crates of produce.

Still, the thought echoed in Harry's mind when he went to bed that night, not quite able to shake it.

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When he returned the next week, he was a bit worse for the wear; the last case he'd been on had gone horribly wrong. His magic going haywire in self defense had been the only thing that let him make it out alive. He was hobbling a bit as he got out of his car and made his way around the trunk, wincing as pain tugged at his ribs.

"You look like shit," Draco said when he looked up and caught sight of him, but the concern in his voice and in his eyes belied his words.

Harry hummed, "Being cursed repeatedly with experimental curses will do that to a person."

"What?" Draco asked, rising to his feet and moving to Harry, fingers fluttering over Harry's neck as he looked at him.

And it felt so good, to have someone care, to have Draco's tentative fingers brushing his skin as though he wanted to fix something, that his eyes welled up with tears, much to his mortification.

"Hey," Draco said, hands gripping his shoulders a bit more firmly as he drew Harry into his embrace, "Are you alright?"

"Sorry," he said, trying to pull away, "It's stupid."

"Hush," Draco replied, keeping Harry in his arms, "Tell me you're alright," he instructed.

Harry nodded against his neck, letting himself relax in Draco's arms, "I'm okay. I'll be okay," he clarified, "Just sore still."

"Okay," Draco murmured, his hands rubbing soothingly over Harry's back. "Okay," he whispered again.

When they drew back from each other Harry rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry-" he tried again.

"For what?" Draco asked, as he went back to putting fruit into the display cases. "Having human emotions? Not being unbreakable all the time?"

He huffed, "You didn't sign up to help me get over being a basket case."

"First, you're not a basket case, you've experienced trauma" he said, with the air of someone who had repeated that phrase over and over as he tossed Harry a peach. "Second, who has signed up for that job?"

"No one," Harry said through a mouthful of fruit. "Who would want to?"

Draco turned and looked at him, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen out of his braid behind his ear, "I would."

Before Harry could even think to respond, Draco was transfiguring a basket into a chair in the corner of the room between the peaches and the honey jars, “sit,” he instructed.

“I’m here to help,” Harry protested.

Draco nodded, “Great. Then sit down,” he repeated.

With a huff, Harry collapsed into the chair.

"Have you ever collected honey from a honey comb?"

"Is that a serious question?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Draco shrugged, "Well you know what they say about assuming things."

Harry laughed, "No, Draco," he said. "I've never collected honey from the comb."

"Well," Draco said, dragging over a box and placing it beside the chair Harry was in, "I was going to work on it today anyway. But you can work on this and since I have you here, I'll work on boxing up more jars of honey."

"Alright," Harry said, "What do I have to do?"

Draco patiently showed Harry how to use the uncapping comb to take the wax off of the honey comb that blocked the honey, then how to carefully load the honeycomb into the extractor. Harry diligently filled the extractor with the honeycomb, then, per Draco's instructions, started to hand turn the extractor. It was surprisingly difficult, hand turning the extractor, spinning the comb to get the honey to come out. But when he'd finished he felt pride swell under his breastbone and he looked up to see Draco watching him from the corner where he was putting flowers into vases, a little smile at the corner of his lips that he didn't bother hiding.

He came over to where Harry was still sitting and handed him a pail that he covered with a cheese cloth, and showed Harry how to drain the honey from the extractor and separate the wax. Then he handed him a pail for the wax, explaining that he'd make lotions, soaps, candles, and even lip balms with the wax later.

And Harry couldn't help but feel even more amazed at this version of Draco who'd learned to do so many things by hand, the muggle way. who was patient, and diligent, and hardworking.

The day went on in much the same fashion, Harry continuing to extract the honey and strain it. He helped to cover the stand when people stopped by while Draco went back and forth from the barn, bringing up crates and filling them. Draco tossed him peaches to eat throughout the day and Harry found himself staying longer than he normally would and feeling glad of it.

When Draco was closing up the fruit stand, Harry stood, covering the last bucket so it could sit for 48 hours and allow the wax to rise to the top. Draco had told him that he'd skim it off the top with a metal spoon. He stretched and winced as it pulled at a bruised rib.

"Come in for dinner?" Draco offered.

Harry blinked at him, not having expected such an invitation.

"It's nothing fancy," Draco hurried to add. "Just some beef stew that's been simmering in the crockpot and I was going to throw together some biscuits," he shrugged, "but there's enough for two. If you want?"

"I'd love that," Harry said eagerly, "If it's not too much of an imposition."

Draco smiled at him, open and easy, "Not at all. Come on," he said, nodding toward the house.

Like a stray in need of a meal, Harry followed at Draco's heels and sat at the counter, eating fresh strawberries from the carton while Draco talked about his bees and made baking powder biscuits. And Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this content.

Maybe he never had.

He stayed late, they'd moved onto Draco's porch, drinking a raspberry lemonade that Draco made himself and chatted as the stars came out and the cicadas began to sing.

After a comfortable moment of silence, Harry sighed. "I should go," he said, ankle knocking against Draco's where they're resting on the porch railing next to each other.

"No you shouldn't," Draco said, turning his head to look at Harry and Harry turned to look back at him. "You should quit your job and buy a farm."

Harry laughed, "I couldn't possibly own a farm, I wouldn't know where to start."

"I didn't either," Draco said softly.

"Yeah, but you're-" he broke off, not sure how to finish that thought.

"I'm?" he prompted.

He licked his lower lip, "Resilient," he murmured, "Brilliant," he added and watched as Draco's cheeks flushed a pretty pink in the pale light coming through the kitchen window, "too stubborn for your own good," he teased.

Draco huffed a laugh, "Isn't stubborn your middle name?"

"Maybe," he conceded. "But I'm not brave like you."

"Harry James Potter!" he all but shouted, swatting at him, "you take that back, you absolute pillock. You are literally the poster child of Gryffindor bravery and heroics."

"But it's different, isn't it?" he asked softly. It was something he'd been thinking a lot about since he found Draco here all those weeks ago.

"What is?"

He shrugged, "I've been brave in all of the ways I was expected to be. I've followed the rules and guidelines laid out for me and have been the perfect storybook hero."

"Right, so bravery is also your middle name."

He laughed, "that's a lot of middle names," he teased and Draco rolled his eyes. "But it's different to be brave like you've been," he said seriously. "To try something new, something off the beaten path, to do something that no one is asking of you, to start again with no support." He shrugged, "You're really brave."

"I might kiss you," he said, eyes dropping to Harry's lips.

The smile that threatened was too big to be contained, "I might let you."

Draco was out of his seat slipping his knees on either side of Harry's thighs, and they were laughing a little breathlessly as the rocker made it an extra challenge for him to straddle Harry. Draco paused inches away from Harry's mouth, meeting his eyes, and all of the laughter drained from his body.

He carded his fingers through Harry's curls, slowly combing them back from his face as he looked at him like he was intent on memorizing every freckle. Then he carefully slipped Harry's glasses off, to allow his fingertips free access to carefully traced his temples, his cheekbones, nails scraping lightly against Harry's beard.

And Harry could barely breathe, could barely move, too afraid that if he shifted he'd break the spell and Draco would realize that it was Harry that he was touching with such reverent care.

"You've no idea just how exceptional you are, do you?" Draco asked softly but before Harry could answer, Draco's lips were brushing over his, the lightest, barely-there pressure before he drew back again.

"Draco," he rasped, "Please."

The other man groaned and cupped Harry's face as he brought their lips together once more, applying more pressure this time, and Harry's head was swimming at the contact. He gasped into the kiss and his fingers clenched in Draco's t-shirt, pulling him closer. Draco obliged him, sinking lower into his lap so he could get a better angle.

He had no idea how long they sat on the porch kissing and kissing and kissing, but he knew he was dizzy with it when Draco drew back to press their foreheads together.

He skimmed his hands along Draco's sides and Draco shuddered. "You're so sensitive," Harry murmured, and he was sure the awe in his voice was a tangible thing.

Draco swallowed and Harry nudged his chin back with his nose so he could trail kisses along the pale column of Draco's neck. Draco let out a soft whine and Harry's blood sang. "I've never-" he started, then broke off to whimper when Harry's scraped his teeth lightly over his adam's apple.

"Never?" he prompted.

"Done this," Draco whispered, like the confession terrified him.

Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, fingers clenching in his shirt, "Yeah?" he asked.

Draco nodded, then hastened to add more like he thought Harry needed a justification, "I just never-"

"You don't have to explain," Harry said, lifting his head and drawing Draco's mouth back to his own, to kiss him lingeringly.

The other man sank into the kiss again and Harry wanted to do so many things, wanted to deepen the kiss, wanted to slip his hands under Draco's shirt; wanted to touch him and kiss him and hold him until he was shattering, until he was falling apart, and the only thing holding him together was Harry.

He pulled back, "I should go," he said.

"That's a terrible idea," Draco replied, leaning in to steal more kisses.

Harry groaned and slid his hands into Draco's hair, undoubtedly making a mess of his braid. "I should go," he murmured against Draco's mouth.

Draco shook his head, and let out a petulant and needy whine, and Harry almost caved.

"Draco," he murmured, cupping his cheeks and pulling back far enough that he could get him to look at him. "I want to do this the right way."

He pouted at him, "What's 'the right way'?" he asked, making air quotes around the words.

"I want to take it slow," Harry murmured, kissing his pouting lower lip. "I want to kiss you, and hold your hand, and take you to dinner," he said as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth. "I don't want this to be just one heat of the moment encounter. I want you to want this-"

"I want it," Draco whined. "Trust me."

Harry chuckled and sucked Draco's lower lip into his mouth, "I want it too," he said when he pulled back again.

"Then stay," he said, hands rubbing over Harry's shoulders.

"I want you to know I'm serious," he said. "I don't want you to think I'm not in it for the long haul."

"I promise not to think that," he said, fingers toying with the collar of Harry's shirt.

Harry groaned, "You are making it very difficult to be a gentleman."

"Good," he replied unrepentantly.

He laughed, nose brushing over the spot between Draco's neck and ear and making the other man shiver. "Anticipation is a good thing," he murmured directly into Draco's ear and his entire body shuddered. "Trust me."

"Are you really going to leave?" he asked.

Harry nodded, sucking his earlobe into his mouth.

"Fuck," Draco cursed, pulling out of his arms and off his lap. "If you are leaving, you need to do it now, or I swear to Merlin I will not be held accountable for my actions."

He laughed and held his hands up in surrender as he stood out of the chair, groaning as his sore muscles stretched. "Besides," he added, grinning with mischief, "I want to be in tip top condition, not grunting and groaning every time I move, like an old man," he said as he stepped down off the porch.

"Best not wait too long, then," Draco replied snarkily, following Harry to his car.

When he reached the car, he turned and wrapped his arms around Draco one more time, "I had a really good time tonight."

"Me too," he said, hands lightly trailing over Harry's chest. "Let's do it again sometime."

"Is tomorrow too soon?"

Draco smiled, "You tell me," he said. "You're the one with the plan to take it slow."

He laughed, "I'm just thinking that I've got some vacation time I haven't used. Have any use for an extra set of hands around here?"

"Plenty," Draco said as his thumb honed in on Harry's nipple.

He grunted in surprise, "You're a menace," he said, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his chin.

Draco caught his face and kissed his lips again, soundly. "You are welcome to stay," he said.

"Tomorrow," Harry promised, kissing him once more before starting to de-tangle himself.

"Tomorrow," Draco repeated.

Harry grinned at him and climbed into the car, he leaned over the side and gave Draco a wink. "Sweet dreams."

As he drove off, Harry couldn't help but think that he was more excited for 'tomorrow' than he could remember being in a long time. The next morning he started to call in to use vacation time, but ended up quitting instead.

Within the month, he'd moved in with Draco and there they stayed, happily farming peaches and keeping bees until the day they died.

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July 2: Garden Hose | July 4: Radio

Read more of my gentle July ficlets

[beezonia]

For @mlbfemslashfebruary

Day 2 - lovely

Just imagine you see the two weather girls in the corner holding hands at a Valentine’s dance or something and they are definitely judging you, they look lovely whilst doing it though.

[chocoplagg]

Aurore with the bee miraculous!

I did this design a while ago just because I love that theory xD.

[vineyard-edits]

TFP Bee icons

[the-au-queen]

Thinking more about Chinese exchange student/fox Marinette AU, and after long deliberation, assigned new kwamis to everyone except Adrien, Gabriel, Nathalie and Alix. (Almost) Everyone else was picked by Ladybug, so of course Bonheur Rouge would make different decisions. Spoilers (?) under the cut.

Rough sketch of Hu Shen

Bee Kagami (owns my heart)

Weather girls or the unlikely turtle goat pair? Perhaps both? Who knows.

Trying out some costumes, featuring Mouse Félix (who's page I misused to plan the kwami swaps), snake Rose and ladybug Juleka. (Rose and Félix are not holding hands, their poses just ended up that way)

One day I'll share the proper references. Today is not that day.

[beels-burger-babe]

I loved the dark solomon fic! im so glad mc is back with the boys and safe now! im also very soft thinking about the immediate aftermath of mc waking up and all the hugs and tears. specially for asmo!!

I've officially decided that there WILL be a part 3 discussing the aftermath 🥰����🥰

Thank you so much!

[miraculous-prompts]

Write a Crack Pre-Reveal, Post Hawk Moth defeat, Pre-Relationship fic featuring Queen Bee fighting Aurore

[zoe-oneesama]

In canon, do you think if zoé wasn't introduced in S4 that aurore would've been a good pick for the bee miraculous and if no who do you think would've been a good option?

Sorry, but even though I love Aurore's design and her character in theory, within the actual show she is just a background character who fulfilled her purpose in her debut episode. It's really weird for me to try to rank her among other characters when she only has one episode to really show off who she is (even her "sequel" episode made her a footnote at best).

As for who'd make a good back up bee, Zoe is fine, though with such an OP power you'd want it to go to a story important character so that it could be used pretty often while elevating that person's role, so I'd probably give it to Alya tbh. While the fox should've been a good role for Alya narratively, both as a hero and a civilian, they didn't really make use of it until some of Season 4 and then dropped it, so it's not much of a loss to switch her to the Bee instead.

[silentmagi]

Bee!Aurore & Chloé - "From one Bee to Another"

From on bee to another... savor this. This time is sweeter than honey, and can be more addictive than one can imagine. From one bee to another, there is nothing better than being the hero you dreamed you could be.

From one bee to another, tell the others... tell them I gave my all to save you. Maybe Chloe Bourgeois couldn't be a hero... but I know you can be the queen bee I failed to me...

Go, fly away and find Ladybug... I'll try to hold on until she saves the day.

The chaos compels.

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

[goggles-mcgee]

Haunted Blessings

This is a ml x dc x dp idea!

Marinette had been fighting an akuma when it happened. It was this little girl named Charlotte who got akumatized because her parents had been ignoring her requests. A friend and party-goer who was at her birthday party explained that 'Lottie' was sad because her parents were too busy to hang out with her and when her special day came, they ignored her wishes. She had wanted a princess themed party with a hired Fairy Godmother that she had seen posters of. Charlotte had apparently taken several of the flyers to put around her house so her parents wouldn't forget what she wanted. They had said they would hire the Fairy Godmother, but the day of the party came, and instead of a Fairy Godmother, Charlotte got a clown...and not a good one either. The clown who was currently stuck in a cage looked like someone bought a cheap clown costume and thought that was that. He didn't even have makeup on.

Charlotte got so upset, and when she had asked her parents why the Fairy Godmother wasn't there, her parents had sheepishly apologized and said the Fairy Godmother was too busy to come to the party. Arnie, Lottie's best friend, said that was a lie because he heard her mom talking to his about how they forgot to hire the Fairy Godmother, and the clown was all they could get last minute. Thus, Charlotte became her own Fairy Godmother. That was her akuma name and theme.

She granted 'wishes', but it was really what she thought people needed. If she hit you with her pixie dust, she could see your wants and needs, apparently. Her parents wanted, no needed, to be by her side and dote on her. That's why they became a king and queen who followed her everywhere. Marinette had been doing her best not to get hit, but Chat hadn't listened to her small plan to distract the akuma while she went back to her house to get some Miraculi that could help and instead he had nearly got them both hit.

Marinette was tired. She had just wanted to hang out with Luka for the day and just have a nice lazy day where she did nothing but lay on the closest surface and lazily existed while Luka played his guitar. But nooooooooo. So there she was trying to escape so she could go grab Vipe-ard (Luka with a new look and name), Honeycomb (Bee! Aurore), and Mossflower ( Mouse! Mireille). They needed help, bad, and her intuition had been screaming that they needed the help of the Snake, Bee, and Mouse. She thought Chat had been covering her, but he got wacked. Who knows how far and all Marinette could do was stare in disbelief and horror as she got hit but the pixie dust.

The akuma cheered but then got quiet and just looked at her for a very long time. Hawkmoth seemed to be trying to talk to Fairy Godmother, but she ignored him. The akuma flew down to her, her eyes filled with tears and said, "You've done so much for us. You're hurting yourself to protect us, and I...I made it worse. I know what you need so I'll help! I'm a good helper!"

Marinette tried to argue or anything, but she was stuck frozen by the power of the pixie dust. She could hear Chat yelling her name before she felt magic gathering at her feet. Before she fell through the now open portal she heard Fairy Godmother one more time.

"You need a break. And help! I'm sending you on a vacation!"

The next thing she knew, she was landing on a roof hard.

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Danny would like to state for the record that as much as people liked to think, he knew what he was doing. The fact of the matter was he didn't. I mean, sure, sometimes he did actually know, but when it came to his ghostly powers, everyone and he included were in the dark. There were so many that developed and grew and evolved. Jazz ended up making him a detailed coded list. Now, for the most part, he knew how to use his powers and control them, but some were just so new ans he was just so busy that his newer powers took him by surprise when they acted up.

Case in point being right now. As he was fighting with Walker in the zone because of some shenanigans, he had zoned out when Walker had monologued. Danny had just been trying to free the wrongly imprisoned Infinite Beings from Walker's prison, and apparently, that was a crime, so here he was fighting when he should have been studying again. At some point, Ellie had arrived, and as much as he loved her, because he loved her so much, his Fraid instincts tended to take over if she was near a fight. He needed to protect his little sister-daughter-cousin.

It was a common thing, according to Frostbite. Danny, being the older of the Fraidmates, meant his protective instincts went a little wild when anyone he considered Fraid was in danger or something he perceived to be danger. But since he was a baby ghost still (lame), his instincts weren't easy to work around and talk sense into so he would become one-track minded.

So, really, it wasn't his fault! It was his dumb baby instincts that caused his portal powers to kick in and open a random portal to who knows where and fly like a bat out of hell to get Ellie and himself away from the danger. His portal spit them out thankfully somewhere loaded with ambient ecto, but they hit a roof hard. Not enough to break through, but enough to hurt a little. Both Halfa's groaned in unison, but it was a third groan that made them freeze.

Whilst he still had a hold on Ellie, as she was not fond of his Baby Instincts kicking in, really disliked how clingy he got. She was fine with his usual hugs. She even ought them out sometimes. But his instincts triggered her own set of Baby Instincts, and she hated it. But there was a little window of time where she would just accept it because of her Instincts and wouldn't just kick herself away, so with that in mind, Danny pulled them into a sitting position to look at presumably the only other person on the roof with them.

It was a girl! Probably around his age! She kind of gave off Liminal vibes, but like really really Baby vibes. Like newborn Liminal vibes.

Aaaaaaand his core and instincts have decided she was his responsibility because the next thing he knew, she joined in the cuddle pile courtesy of his levitation.

Great. Just great!

....Why was she dressed like a giant Ladybug?

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Maybe the world was laughing at him, but Bruce had been having a relatively quiet night patrol wise. It was just him and Dick tonight, and that always left him in a somewhat nostalgic daze. He was still aware, he was always aware, but it was like his mind had been giving him a break. Most of his kids weren't going to be in the Manor for a while, missions, school trips, or just little forced vacations had them away for a time. So, while the night had been nostalgic, it had also been a touch lonely. Dick had a way of filling up any space he was in but his eldest son could only fill so much.

Bruce loved the chaos that had become his home and life because of his children. Not having them there left him feeling wrong-footed. He missed them.

Maybe it was how he wished to himself that they were home, if only to help make it still feel like home.

Maybe it was the way the carefully patrolled Crime Alley since Jason was on a forced vacation/road trip with Roy, Arsenal and Bizarro.

Maybe it was the way doing so had him reliving his meeting with his brilliant yet jaded second son.

Whatever it was, Bruce and Dick had seen two separate portals open on top of an abandoned apartment complex that was going to be condemned and rebuilt per Red Hood's plans and orders.

There was no hesitation between him and Dick as they both grappled onto the roof. Whatever danger they had been expecting, it wasn't three teens huddled together near the locked door of the roof. All three looked at the two local vigilantes in surprise and open fear. They looked to be in rough shape, and two were 98% metas. The 2% went out to whatever other possibility they could be.

The boy hissed at them and somehow wrapped his arms tighter around the two girls.

Bruce could hear Dick trying not to giggle which made him sigh.

Really...only in Gotham huh?

[pr33tylul]

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: heavy smut

Year: after hogwarts

Finally finding the right key for the door I open it After a long day at the ministry. Having the apartment all to myself I decide to get in the shower and chill for the night, I wouldn’t have work tomorrow as I stayed extra hours.

Harry beeing on an auror trip for a few weeks the house had been quiet, a little to quiet.

Turning the light on in our room still seeing the bed made from this morning. I would of thought he would be back now but an auror mission could take up to a few months. Not that I missed him, I did. A lot.

Grabbing a towel and grabbing some pyjamas that I lay neatly on my bed before walking to the bathroom. Taking my clothes off and hoping In. I wash my hair and body falling deep into my thoughts not hearing. The door open and close. Next thing I know there’s a strong pair of arms around my waist, causing me to jump “shhhh it’s only me darling” Harry whispered in my ear as I turned around “your back?” I smile as I can’t help to kiss his lips.

“Yeah, I’m back” he smiled “auror mission go okay?” I say looking into his green eyes that I adored so much. “It was aright, work doing okay?” He leans down to kiss my neck “yeah…it’s fine it’s just a little….Harry you know I can’t concentrate when your lips are on my body” my breathes become more heavier, getting pushed into the wall behind me as our lips were now connected he takes my hand pulling it down to his dick, feeling how hard he is.

I start to pump him hearing a little moan come out of him. “Oh Princess…” he moaned fully knowing it drove me crazy when he called me that. Harry picking me up against the wall and slamming into me causing me to yelp in pleasure. “Oh Harry” I moan as he starts to rapidly thrust into me his mouth latching over to one of my nipples, his hand fiddling with the other.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted, moving my hand down to my clit rubbing it feeling more pleasure, my moans and his mixing together. “You like that? You like when I fuck you hard hmm?” I roll my eyes back, Harry touching that one spot I liked so much “answer me!” He said going even faster “y-yes, I love it hmm.. I love it so much baby”

Feeling a burning sensation in my stomach I moan out loudly more “Harry, I’m gonna-” “cum? Do it. Cum on my cock y/n” and with that I did, cumming hard around him as he shoots his semen into me moaning at the feeling.

He pulled out placing me down onto my feet pulling we into a kiss “I love you” he looked down at me kissing the top of my nose “I love you too”

[chocoplagg]

Aurore Beauréal with some random miraculouses!

Maybe I'll do more with the rest of the miraculouses xD.

[graymatters]

Rusty

Though the shackles on Draco's wrists bore no physical weight, as he lifts his unrestrained arms for the first time in five years, he feels an impossible relief. For five years, he'd hardly known where his magical tether ended and his own skin began. For five years, that incessant, monotonous hum had filled every empty space between his thoughts, every curve of his ears. For five years, he'd stared at his hands and sworn he could see the magic crawl beneath his palms like a caged animal.

The Auror before Draco raises an impatient eyebrow. She says nothing before turning on her heel and walking away, disappearing down the long hallway. Between the sharp clicks of her shoes, a snap echoes through the chamber, and a small Floo ignites behind Draco, casting the room in an emerald shroud. And just like that, it's as though his sleepless nights behind the walls of Azkaban were nothing but a deranged nightmare.

Draco stumbles out the other side of the Floo before he names a destination or casts his powder into the flames. He straightens, finding himself with a palm full of Floo powder in the middle of the Ministry. It's dark; the corridor that buzzes like bees in the daylight only creaks like a ship tossed by the waves.

"Catch."

Draco is too slow to react and hears a clatter on the marble floor as a small object rolls to stop at the tip of his shoe. He picks it up, instantly recognizing the feel of his wand in his hands.

"It's yours." Harry Potter emerges from the shadows, his face lit by the tip of his wand. Draco can just make out the silver-lined collar of Potter’s robes. An Auror's uniform.

"I know."

"You going to use it?"

Draco hesitates. The roil of magic in the mythological hollows of his limbs feels untamed, unfamiliar, a far cry from the strict hold he kept on his magic all those years ago.

Draco eyes Potter's robes once more. "Is this a trick?"

Potter shakes his head. "You're allowed to practice magic under the supervision of your--"

"--probation officer," Draco says through gritted teeth.

A sudden anger surges in Draco's chest, and he flicks his wand with a violent whip of his wrist. A bright crackle of light ignites between them. Draco catches his own tired and weary reflection in Potter's glasses before his Lumos rapidly sputters out in the darkness.

Potter hums. "A little rusty."

Draco sighs. "It was pathetic."

"You'll get better." With a shrug, Potter ends the exchange and turns towards the main corridor. "Let's get out of here. This place still gives me the creeps at night."

Despite his words, Potter drops his wand, cloaking them in darkness. After a brief silence, he lets out a conspicuous cough.

"Awfully dark in here," he says, and Draco can almost hear the grin in his words.

With a deep breath, Draco raises his wand again, and they both walk towards the main corridor, their shadows flickering against the walls around them.