#do y'all actually want him to act paternal?

[ghouljams]

reading the fae au has my daddy issues REELING-

i dunno do i want to be held and comforted by one of them or fucked dumb😭🙏

could you maybe do some like paternal/father figurey stuff with any fae boy you want… cant prove the stereotype daddy issues right guys please im more than wanting old me to make me worse…

As previously stated I asked my friend for help writing the original fae!Price post. Gave me the main pointers on how it all worked.

Do you want more actual dad stuff with Ghost and baby? Or is this just wanting older men to be nice to you?

I'm just gonna have Price run some aftercare on his Witch.

You're still a little floaty, still fuzzy at the edges from having your own magic turned against you. You hear Price opening a window to let the smoke out, and you feel sort of cold without him holding onto you. Your whole body aches like you just finished working an overly complicated spell. You turn your head to rub your cheek against the couch, the worn fabric just rough enough against your skin to start to ground you back in your body.

You've done this enough times. Grounding. You stretch your fingers out and- oh, hm. Your hands are still tied behind your back. That explains the ache in your shoulders. Right. Right, you remember. You were bad at following orders, so Price had to- Why does that thought make your heart hurt a little. A small noise escapes you, somewhere between upset and need.

Price is by you in an instant, crouching to be sure he can look in your eyes as he slips his hand under your cheek to hold your face. "You're alright sweetheart," He tells you softly, "we're done, you did good."

You roll your shoulders wordlessly, your throat hurts, he nods and pushes up to reach over you and untie your wrists. You sag with a sigh feeling the pressure around your wrists disappear. Price reappears, looking over your face, checking for signs of distress. The gentle touches are so far flung from the bruising grip he'd had on you not long ago.

"You ok to sit up?" He asks, and you nod, "Good girl, up we go." Price helps you ease into sitting, his hand pressing between your shoulders to take some of the weight from the movement. Your head spins a little, and you make another upset noise at the pain of it. "I know, sugar, I know." His arm slides under your knees, the other wrapping around your shoulders.

You haven't been lifted in years, but your brain is a little sluggish in processing the soft grunt from Price before you're no longer on the couch. You rest your head against his shoulder, ground yourself a little in his scent. Or you try to, but the lingering tobacco and morning glory give you another shot of the brain fuzzies.

You drift for a while, settled at some point on the edge of your tub. The rush of water and smell of sachet herbs doing little to pull you back to earth until you are actually submerged. Magic sloughs off of you as you sink under the warm water. You hold your breath and stare up at Price through the refraction.

When you pull yourself back up to oxygen you feel like you're in your body again. At least magically. Price's hands catch your shoulders before you can tip forward back into the water. "Easy sweetheart," He tells you, his hands are rough and calloused, another feeling to ground with. You take a deep breath, trying to pull yourself from the non-magical portion of this. The soft dreamy space you'd settled in, the need to please him with little care to your own needs. "Not in a rush," Price presses your shoulders back against the end of the tub, "Just breathe, I'm not going anywhere," You close your eyes, rest your cotton stuffed head against the edge of the tub, "You did so good, I'm so proud of you."

You don't really know why he's telling you that, but it helps. Makes your ribs unwind a little. He pulls one of your hands from the water and digs his fingers into your palm, dragging and rubbing the ache from your hand before moving up to your wrist. Price pulls the pain out of your limbs as easily as he pulled the thoughts from your head, whispering soft sweet things to you until you're starting to doze.

"All mine," He murmurs, pressing his lips against the pulse in your wrist. You hum assent. All his.

[achliegh]

The Cult Of Dionysus

Masterlist

Chapter 12

Y'all remember that fic I wrote a while back named British V-Sign? Well I turned it into a shitty chapter fic. You’re welcome and I’m sorry

Character’s belong to: @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Swearing, Mentions of drugs, drug usage, Underage drinking, Therapy, Not Happy Ending.

A decade passed with ease. Well, maybe not ease but a lot happened. Finn and Logan actually broke up for a couple months following the whole Leo situation. Logan got traded to another team for two seasons but after a career ending injury to his back he showed up at Finn’s apartment in shambles. Finn wasted no time pulling Logan into his arms. They cried for what felt like hours just telling each other how much life sucked without the other. From then on their relationship flourished. It wasn’t but a little over six months later they were getting married. Surprisingly enough Clay showed up. He was actually holding the daughter he and his partners had. Noelle was ecstatic when she found out she was pregnant. They never had a paternity test because they didn’t really think they needed it. 

Logan loved his niece, spending so much time with her made him develop a case of baby fever. On Faye’s second birthday they decided they wanted to adopt a child. This process was long and tedious but in the end they adopted a beautiful 3 year old boy named… Leo. Which actually was a complete coincidence. When Little Leo or Le, as they called their son, turned 13 they were sat down at the kitchen table and told something that would change their lives. Their child was born in the wrong body. 

Le decided to change her name to Leah, she liked being called Le but her full name irked her. They supported her 100%. Getting used to the name was a bit of a struggle but they would do anything for her. 

Logan came home one day to the sound of a familiarly beautiful voice playing from the speakers of their smart tv. He looked at the screen and his heart fell out of his ass. Leah was watching Leo on the screen. A docuseries came out about the fall of Eros because people were fascinated by it. LOgan went to grab the remote and turn it off but Leah was watching the screen in awe.

“Dad, did you ever listen to Eros when you were younger?” She looks up at him smiling so bright. “I found this band recently and they look really familiar! Like the one guy really looks like uncle Clay! Even has the same name!” She looks back at the screen bouncing with excitement. “They are so cool! Apparently their lead singer still makes music and I looked some up, I really really like them! Especially his first single I don’t care, I’ve been listening to it all day.” 

“Sweetheart, can we turn this off? I don’t like this type of music.” 

“What are you talking about! This is exactly the type of stuff you listen to.”

“Ma’am why aren’t you in school?” Logan gives her a little parent look and she laughs.

“I had a doctor's appointment, so I got out of school early.” They turn off the tv and start making dinner together. Something that Logan learned to do after spending so much time at home when his back acts up. “Do you think Dad likes Eros?” 

“I’m not sure…” Logan just slices up some tomatoes.

“I’m gonna show him it when he gets home!” Logan just looks at her and gives her a sad smile as she makes the salad. He thinks about telling her everything. He doesn’t. Finn comes home as soon as dinner hits the table. 

“Oh! BLTs are my favorite!” He sits down and smiles at his husband and daughter. 

“Hey Dad?” Leah speaks up as they eat and both Logan and Finn respond. 

“Yes?” They look at each other and laugh, holding hands under the table. 

“Just you.” She points at Finn. “Have you ever heard of the band Eros?” Finn chokes on his bite of food and pounds his chest, Logan hands him a water bottle and rubs his back looking at him sadly. Finn's coughing fit eventually ends. 

“How do you know about that band?”

“I came across a documentary!” She looks at him, “My friends showed me it and then I came home and watched the whole thing after you dropped me off. Apparently this big docuseries came out because the lead singer is putting out the last song of his career next week. He said any of the money made from that song is going towards the International Bipolar Foundation. He doesn’t want a cent from it. A lot of people worry he’s going to do something bad after it finally releases. My friend said he has been posting about officially disappearing these last few months. People are really worried.” 

“You didn’t tell me this.” Logan says now worried out of his mind. 

“Well, I didn’t remember it until a few minutes ago. But Dad,” She looks at Finn, “I’ve been listening to their music all day! It’s really good and for some reason Uncle Clay looks like the Clay from the band.” 

“That's because-” Logan kicks his leg under the table but their lovely daughter doesn’t seem to notice. “I mean, Clay has got that for a long time. Just a celebrity look alike situation.” He laughs nervously standing up to collect the plates and wash the dishes. 

“Can we watch the new video together?” Leah asks them, she looks over towards Finn who is standing at the sink all tense. She turns to Logan who looks just as wired. “Please? I want to share this with you.” Logan and Finn look at each other over the island that’s a few feet from their table. Finn gives him a tiny nod and Logan sighs looking at Leah. 

“Anything you want, Baby.” 

A week later the song and video dropped. They all sat as a family on the couch to watch and Finn felt sick to his stomach. 

The video starts with the camera panning down from the darkness into what appears to be an operating room with machine parts everywhere. Leo is laying on a table, or something that looks like Leo is on the table, like he’s a robot. He’s beautiful, even in shining silvery paint and CGI he is still breathtaking. His eyes are closed, his face is expressionless like he’s sleeping, but he wasn’t breathing. The music starts and the doors to the room swing open, two people in full surgery gear walk in, one tall, one short… His mouth isn’t moving, his eyes aren’t either. Nothing is happening but they make it known the music is coming from Leo as a sort of diagnostics test on a machine. As the song goes onto the first verse,  the people start opening his chest cavity. Which is just a metal door because he’s a robot obviously and he has organs but they are made of machinery. There is a lot of oil in his chest cavity. They seem  to start fixing him as the chorus starts, they are doing more tests, jabbing him in places to make him jolt. It makes Logan feel uneasy. Making sure that he’s still functional, they’re doing more unsettling poking and prodding, at the Ba ba ba ba bum bada ba you can see the lights on his neck and temples light up in the rhythm. Logan then notices that this song is nothing like Leo’s other works. It’s a completely different genre. 

Eventually, his eyes are triggered to open. Staring blankly into the camera not able to move, those eyes are definitely Leo’s. Finn knows Leo‘s eyes so well he sometime picture them in his dreams, because they’re fucking blue and scary. He is just staring, they keep working on him as the song goes on; his mouth still isn’t moving but for some reason there’s oil that keeps dripping on his cheek, one of the people will just wipe it off with something like the thumb of their  gloves and it starts getting more intense, they continue fixing him. By the second chorus they start taking out some of his parts in his chest and torso, to suck out the oil and when putting them back they forget his heart on the tray… and his mouth starts moving but he is still expressionless. 

It was unsettling.

They start to close him up, his heart still on the tray. In the bridge of the song before the last intense chorus; Leo’s eyes start leaking oil like he’s crying and as soon as that intense final chorus starts he’s fully expressing everything and it’s obvious he’s in pain. He’s panting and screaming and trying to move the rest of his heavy metal body. Thrashing his head around, sobbing as he sang.

It is incredibly heartbreaking. Logan actually starts tearing up while Finn just stares in horror. 

 The camera pans up to look from Leo’s perspective at the two people and they were also robots. The oil that kept hitting his face earlier in the video was their tears. They see him expressing, showing pain and decide that isn’t normal for a robot. So, they shut him down and all the light in his eyes go out  but the oil kept dripping from them. Pooling on the ground under him. It fades out as the other two leave. 

Logan was crying and didn’t even realize it, Finn was also on the verge of tears and Leah between them was entranced. 

“That was so unexpected and beautiful. I didn’t know he made music like that.” Leah turns to look at her parents on either side of her and realizes something is wrong. “Dads?”

They just keep staring at the screen. 

That was about them. 

They made him a robot.

[pluviophile-imagines]

Or when they say hes childish when he doesnt get what he wants... it's more of like he gets mad at himself when things go wrong and so he takes it out on himself

Obviously he probably does have some of those traits due to his upbringing, but hes not a total brat in the sense he always throws a tantrum if he doesnt get his way; I think he just feels a lot of pressure to succeed

Putting this under a cut bc i dont actually like spamming this blog with my meta thoughts cause I am far too opinionated and can't shut tf up 😪 but tl;dr ur on the nose

One of the most compelling things about Shigaraki is that we're shown very explicitly that he's a victim of circumstance more than anything else; that if it weren't for things entirely out of his control (the family he was born into, the events implied to have been arranged by AFO, and AFO's manipulation as his paternal figure) (the latter two, I might note, being a direct result of the former) he'd have grown up into a well-adjusted and genuinely good person—we're shown that he cared deeply for his family & his sister, that he had friends who he wanted to play with & protect.

Ofc me saying all of that isn't to woobify him or whatever, like yes hes an adult now and fully culpable for his actions and he has killed/wants to kill A Lot Of People but he's not a villain because deep down he's always wanted to be one he's a villain because he was never given a choice (and like I could really go into how that's the biggest theme threading the entire League together, how the fandom seems to by and large lack the ability to grasp that aspect of them, which is infuriating because I have a lot of issues with Horikoshi's writing & his treatment of the League but he's made it pretty fucking clear that we're supposed to have sympathy for them that a good majority of people consuming the story are flat-out unwilling to give... but I digress)

Anyway. Just like the crusty thing that I've gone on tirades about before, I feel like the childish description (while not entirely inaccurate) is just...... reductive. It only takes a look as his character on the surface-level and doesn't dig into what he's really saying with the "tantrums" (what is he saying? That he's been conditioned to act a certain way, to view himself a certain way, and that it's fundamentally antithetical to who he really is; it's simply what AFO has trained him to be). And AGAIN there's this kind of funny irony to all of it, because...... like y'all are falling into the exact trap that his adversaries do in the story.

His enemies keep calling him childish, a mindless villain who doesn't think about anything except destroying things, and using that train of thought to ignore what he's really saying. All Might literally does it himself in Shigaraki's introduction. Now in a meta sense Horikoshi doesn't, imo, follow through with that concept to a satisfying conclusion (like just once let Shigaraki absolutely wreck some hero's shit for saying "you're a mindless villain who only wants destruction" to his face after he's just outlined every fucking thing that he's mad about & why....... ik he did it to Re-Destro but i just wanna see him do it to a hero) but considering it's happened like. consistently in almost every arc where Shigaraki plays a major role, and it's highly implied at this point that Deku's going to ultimately be the person who finally listens and lends a hand by the end of the story, I really don't think I'm misreading it.

[naturallybelle]

tea time! ☕🐸

Okay, so where to begin. I guess I'll start at the beginning, I was attending Indiana University (IU) in Bloomington and it was my freshman year. I ended up getting on Bumble to initially make friends but then started seeing some good looking people on there so decided I was looking for more than just friends. I matched with this guy named Daniel aka D.J. (and yes we're using real names) he was cool, we hung out a couple times, I didn't expect anything to come out of it other than sex. I wasn't really looking for anything too serious at that time anyway. So one night we chill at his place and we're drinking these juice flavored beers and one beer after another ... I'M DRUNK. things start getting sexual and he's falling in loooove with this 😽 (or at least that's how it came off) lmao. He kept talking about how he wanted to raw dog and me being drunk I'm just like do whatever you want because what's with all this talking? we were legit in the middle of effing and he's trying to have a full conversation. So he ends up taking the condom off and is in for about 5-10 seconds but gets paranoid and puts that same condom back on ... a minute later takes it back off to raw dog then puts it back on. FAST FORWARD

So after that night he starts acting very weird, this is maybe a week later and he's asking me all sorts of questions like is my period usually this late and how many people am I messing with. Just very strange. I reassured him that my periods had just started being regular because they used to be every 3 months and that I don't sleep with more than one person so that he was the only person that I was involved with. At the time I wasn't sure why he felt the need to randomly ask me all of these questions but as the days passed I started to get concerned as well. However, he was so scared that I was pregnant that he BLOCKED me. yes, that's right blocked me. I didn't really care until I ended up taking a pregnancy test which of course showed up as positive thennnn that's when I started freaking out. After finding a way to get in touch with him we decided to meet in person to talk more about what was happening. That didn't go too well, he tried convincing me to get an abortion and for some reason I felt really uncomfortable with the idea of doing that, so uncomfortable that I actually had a bit of a dark moment where I felt like hurting myself. An abortion wasn't an option for me. I decided I was going to keep her and gave him a choice to be involved, I said if you decide this is something you want to go through with... no walking out after. He agreed.

A COUPLE MONTHS DOWN THE LINE - SOMETIME IN DECEMBER

I ended up finding out he had a girlfriend, they weren't dating around the time me and him were sexually involved but I had brought her up in conversation because he would never answer my calls and would get back to me really late or not at all. Now when I brought her up it wasn't in a jealous way I simply mentioned that I found a girlfriend and was curious as to if that was the reason I would barley hear from him. Out of nowhere all hell breaks loose, he starts saying that I'm not pregnant with his child, that I'm trying to pin a baby on him, and that he wants a paternity test. Even went as far as to try to say I told him that I was messing with other people when we were sexually involved when I specifically said that I was not. I had agreed to doing a paternity test and then all of a sudden he didn't want one. I had nothing to hide and he didn't expect me to agree to doing the test. Also not to mention he didn't contribute not one thing, constantly had me stressed, and didn't give not one f#*% if I were gonna pin a baby on someone I think I would do that with someone I know is actually going to care, be involved, and keep me happy.

FAST FORWARD ⏩

I'm in my 3rd trimester and am coming up on my due date, I was told by my doctor that I was going to be scheduled to be induced which I notified him of. After our serious talk in December his attitude was a lot better and his communication was a lot better however he still never bought a thing for the baby. There was a time he LIED and said he did, but his lies were so bad. He still lived in Bloomington and I had moved back home to Indianapolis (same state different city, abt an hour and 30 minutes away). I asked him to get stuff and told him what was needed, why did he lie and say he bought the stuff but accidentally put his address instead of mine. Uhm sir, you have to enter a whole different city and zip code there's no way you didn't notice. Could've sent money or "re-ordered" the stuff but of course he didn't. SO anyways, I go in on May 20th to get induced and I was of course there the entire day but had some pain so I stayed off my phone. I delivered the next day in the afternoon and had really bad hemorrhaging. Needed 3 bags of blood because I had lost a lot. Finally after all of that I was able to hold my daughter and thought I should let him know that she was here. I go to call him no answer, so I text. Message didn't even deliver, this boy had blocked me. BLOCKED me after I told him I was going in to get induced. this ne**o waited 9 MONTHS Y'ALL. I tried reaching out to his girl Emily but she blocked me and months down the line I've tried contacting them via instagram which has of course gotten me nowhere. So it's been a year now and still nothing.

[reeree1500]

The Return- Part 10

Disclaimer: YALL IM SO SO SO SORRY.😭😭 I have been horrible and not updated this story for at least a month.😬 I can explain though... University has been kicking my ass and between that and my co-op placement at a law firm.😅 Ive had absolutely no time to do anything😩 BTW IVE MISSED YALL SO MUCH❤️And Ive read all your messages and asks. And yes my mental health is now better and y'all are so understanding and supportive 💕 honestly could not have asked for a better group of individuals☺️❤️

Part 1 part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 part 8 part 9 Part 11 

Anyways onto the storyyyyy.....

Warnings: ANGSTY AF (kinda figured out that im probably a smut and angst writer at this point🤷🏽‍♀️), sucky ass grammar and spelling like always, my cliche imagination and the fact that Im probably a horrible human being😬😩 Also made it extra long cuz I felt baddd 

PLEASE DONT KILL ME FOR THIS ONE😬

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Arthur’s POV

“Arthur please! Open the door my love, I know what it may seem like to you, but I assure you that its not.” (Y/n) pleaded from the other side. I sat down on the mattress in our chamber contemplating whether or not it was true. Should I believe what my wife so desperately is trying to reassure me off. Or should I stick with my gut feeling and tell her how I have felt for the last 4 years. Her constant pounding on the door finally gets to me and I make my way to open it. “I wish to be left alone at the moment (y/n).” Her arms circle around my waist and I can feel her face wetting by back with tears. “Arthur please, talk to me. Why have you run off. You know that I love you. I do not want him, all he does is bring me pain and you take that away. So please, talk to me!” (y/n) murmurs into my back. As much as it pains me to do so I pry her hands off of me and sit us down on the bed. All I do is long for her touch, but this is not okay. I cannot keep feeling this way and go on pretending that I could have ever stood a chance against him. “(y/n), look at me. I love you and I always will. But its evident that you love him. and I honestly can say that I know I will never stand a chance against him, because the thought of you possibly running back to him has always been on my mind since the day we got married.” 

Her eyes showed so much pain that confessing this felt as if I was driving a knife through her heart. “Arthur, I love you. What can I do to show you that. Yes I confess that I was in love with him, but that was long ago and I have left it in the past in order to build a future with you. Whom I love and who I share and will continue to share beautiful children with. So please don't shut me out, Arthur.” She says leaning our foreheads together and holding my face in her gentle hands. “Ok, however I want to be able to process things by myself. So I have decided to have the guest room across the hall prepared only until I figure things out.” With out giving her a chance to fight back, I place my lips on hers and savour the kiss as if it were our last. Meeting her eyes was something I wanted to avoid as I knew that just looking at her broken expression would make me change my mind. I hastily make my way out of the room, but sneak a quick glance over my shoulder to find my wife staring off into the direction where I once sat. With tears streaming down her eyes...

Your POV

What had I done? Why was I such fool to not see what my husband was clearly going through? Millions of questions rushed into my mind about how to go about this situation. I loved Arthur, I was clear on that. But he spoke the truth, there was something in me that could not let Ivar go and it took hurting my husband and Ivar to figure that out. As I sulked I forgot about the doctor whom I had asked to see me earlier. I was having really bad stomach pains and my breasts were more tender then they had ever been. So I wanted to make sure that I was not sick, as that would have been the last thing I needed on my plate at the moment. “My Queen, are you alright? Do you wish to push back this appointment, I dont mind coming by later when you're better.” The doctor spoke from behind me. “Yes, it seems so. Ill let the servant girl know if I need you doctor. Im sorry for the inconvenience.” “Nonsense your majesty, it is my pleasure to serve you.” With a bow the doctor retreats from the room and Im left to my own thoughts once again...

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“(y/n), wake up... its seems that you fell asleep on the floor. Come on I’ll help you up.” Upon hearing Hvitty’s comforting voice my eyes flutter open and I cant help the tears that song come down my face like a cascade. “(y/n)! are you alright are you hurt anywhere? Why are you crying?” Hvitserk’s eyes scan my face and my body looking for the source of my pain, which is held in my heart, but he’ll never know that. “Arthur... He...” I try to find the words to say. “What! What did he do! Did he hurt you? I swear ill kill him!” With that Hvitserk tries to let me go and run out the door, but somehow I manage to stop him. “Hvitserk, No! He didn't hurt me. I hurt him... He believes that Im in love with Ivar, and I fear that their maybe some truth to it...” I say just above a whisper, with my head held low. “(Y/N), Ive known that since before you were married. It was obvious, but I would never say anything to you because I found that it was best if I kept such observations to myself, before I found out about your father.” Lifting my head and staring directly at him, I move my head to the side with a puzzling look. “What do you mean about my father, Hvitserk?” Hvitserk now mirrors the same lost look that I have on my face. “I thought thats why you and Ivar had gotten together, because Ragnar’s not your father...”

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Ivar’s POV

“Aghhhh!”Is the sound that comes out of my gritted teeth when the medicinal herbs are placed on my face. “That hurts like a bitch, get out! Ill do this myself if I have to. GO!” I yell at the servant girl who tried to cleanse and tend to the cuts on my face. “Ivar,  please let the servants tend to you. I still cannot believe that Arthur punched you in the face. Hehehe, you deserved it though, how could you question the paternity of his children and not expect him to want to kill you?” Bjorn laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink down. “Well, if you actually cared about your children and the heir to your throne, you’d also be quite upset to find a Christian King claiming to be their father. Those children are mine! And its pretty evident, just look at Marjorie. She's my spitting image.” I snarl at him as the anger begins to rise in me again. “Ivar, thats your mistake and why you’ll never get (y/n) back. You believe that everything should be yours. And that people are things you can govern over, but they're not. Because those are children. And yes they may be yours, but you cannot take away what they have known because you want to be selfish.” He says with a stern look on his face, whilst getting up from his chair and making his way to the door. “Now get ready and fix yourself we have a intimate dinner to attend to with MY sister and the love of your life.” Unbeknownst to us, there was Freydis on the balcony listening to our whole conversation. And little did I know that it would come to be the thing I regretted the most.

At the dinner I notice (y/n) sit on the opposite side of the table from Arthur. This wouldn't have affected me if it wasn't for the look on both of their faces. They seemed distraught and broken. Arthur masked it well, but (y/n) was an open book for all of us to know exactly how she felt at that moment. Not much talking happened, besides Marjorie and Erik shouting at each other on who was better at riding. They reminded me a lot of myself and all I wanted was to tell them the truth, that they were my children and that they would go back to Kattegat with me to learn about the true gods and not the fable that had been told to them about their so called ‘God’.” “(Y/n) are you alright, you do not seem quite like yourself tonight.” Bjorn states with a concerned look that we all share. Even Arthur looks a bit concerned, but his body language makes it seem as if he is alright and nothing is wrong. “Sarah, could you please put Marjorie and Erik to bed? Its getting late for them and they have their lessons early in the morning.” She says with a stern and cold look in her (e/c) eyes. “Su...sure your majesty. “ At that Bjorn stands up as if to accompany Sarah, but is quickly stopped by (y/n)’s icy glare and venomous words. “Sit your ass down.” At that we all look astonished, but Hvitserk only stares at her with sadness and what seems to be sympathy. He must know why she is like this then. 

Bjorn slowly sits back down on the table. A shocked look graces his face, as he cannot comprehend why she is acting this way towards her beloved older brother. “How long.” Is all she grits out through her teeth. “What do you mean, (y/n)?” My eyes meet Hvitserk’s own and the realization dawns upon me. She knows...

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Your POV

“Stop with the bullshit! I cannot take anyone else lying to me!” I scream as I bang my hands against the table, stunning everyone in sight. “How long did you know that Ragnar was not my father! How long have you kept the truth from me! How long have you known that Athelstan was my father!” I could careless about everyone staring at me as if I was a mad woman. I had been lied to my whole life. All I had known had been a lie, and the people who I trusted the most in this world had been the ones keeping it a secret from me. “(Y/N)... I..I’ve know since the moment you were born. But father had sworn me into secrecy and I could not break a promise. This doesn't change anything though. You are still my sister and you will always be.” Bjorn says in a haste as tries to come closer to me, but I step back and move as far back as I can. “Did you know? Tell me! Ivar did you know that we were not siblings!” Ivar didn't even have to answer. I knew from the look in his eyes that he too had been lying to me. 

“I knew.” Arthur says staring right at me. “I knew that you weren't his daughter and I knew that Ivar wasn't your brother. But I kept that information from you because all I wanted to do was have you by my side. I’m sorry, for the pain I have caused you (y/n). Im sorry for being selfish and not telling you the truth, but I now see that I was wrong and as of tomorrow you are free to go back to your country. I promise that your title and lands will not be taken from you or from the children. May they be mine or his. But I cannot go on with this facade anymore.” Arthur says in the most calm demeanour as he stands up and comes to me. “You hypocrite! How dare you make me feel like shit for harbouring feelings for Ivar when you knew all along and knew that my whole life was a lie.” I scream as I run at him and slap him across the face. But before I can get another punch in I feel a strong grip holding me from behind. From the shocks and the utter feeling in my stomach I knew it could have only been Ivar. As I try desperately to release from his vice grip, my whole world comes crashing down when Sarah enters the room. With blood all over her.

“Your highnesses...Erik.... he.. he..” She tries to say through her shock. “What! What is wrong with my son!” Ivar, Arthur and I scream at the same time. “He.. he’s dying!”

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We all simultaneously run after Sarah towards the doctors quarters. Ivar with his brace on, manages to run faster than all of us and busts the doors wide open. if I wasn't so worried about my son or upset about the fact they all knew Ragnar wasn't my father, I would've been impressed. “What are you doing! Get away from my son!” At that Ivar rushes towards the doctor who is bleeding Erik out. Grabbing him by the collar he slams the doctor on the wall and his sclera go into bluish hue, showing that he is in danger of breaking a bone. “Ivar stop it! Let the man go, he is just trying to help.” “Help my ass! I will not let you harm my son, do you understand me! I will not let you harm him!” At that Ivar lets the doctor go, but not without staring him down. And the doctor looking like he is about to shit himself. Rushing to Erik’s side I notice something strange. The colour of his skin is now fading and his eyes have bags under them. But what hits me the most is the memory of Uncle Rollo teaching me about poison. “He doesn't need to be bled, he needs medicine. He’s been poisoned...” 

“Mama! What is wrong with Erik! He will be okay right? He has to be okay!” Marjorie begins to say as she shakes with fear. Before Arthur or I could say something to console her, Ivar bends down and takes her hands in his. “Marjorie, listen to me. Your brother is a fighter and so are you. After all were related aren't we?” Ivar says as he lifts her chin. “Yes..I suppose that we are. Is it true what they say though? Are you our father?” At that Ivar turns to me looking towards me for permission. At this point I think to myself how hard it was to learn my whole life had been a lie and that I would not want that for my children, so I nod. “Yes, Marjorie I am your father. And no your mother is not my sister. It was something that we had to say because she needed to be kept safe.” He says ever so calmly. “Safe from who?”She questions “From my mother. Your grandmother.”

Cough*Cough* Spurts of blood cover me in seconds. My attention becomes focused in on my son again. “Where is the damn antidote! Please someone hurry!” At that Hvitserk runs into the room with a small green vial. “Here take this it should help him. Lagertha gave it to me before her and father left. Something about it would come in handy some day. Here.” Shoving the vial in my hands I open it quickly and lift Erik’s head. “Drink this Erik. It should help you, my darling. Please be strong, I know you're scared, but you’ll be alright ok. Everything will be ok.” I say through tears. Today had been the worst day by far. “Mira... please help my son. I know you're always with me, but please help me now. Pray for my son and ask God to save him.”

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A few hours had gone by and nobody had moved from the room. Arthur sat on the chair next to the bed with his elbows on his knees, looking straight and focused in on Erik. Bjorn and Hvitserk sat by the fireplace and were wetting some towels so that we could place them atop Eriks head. I sat on the bed next to my son and caressed his beautiful face hoping for a miracle. I had dismissed Sarah and told her to take Marjorie with her, but she would not budge. Sarah left, but Marjorie stayed and sat in Ivars lap asking him if Erik would pull through. Ivar was sweet to answer as best as he could, and I could tell that he truly cared for his children even if his demeanour wasn't the greatest. I knew that deep in my heart I would have to let him get to know them, but it still hurt especially knowing that he now was married. “Wait, where is Freydis? I haven't seen her since yesterday.” I say looking towards Ivar. “I dont know earthier to be honest, she's probably looking at some damn flowers anyway. Its best if she's far away anyway.” “Why would you say that about your wi-” “she's not my wife, at least not yet. Were not actually married, (y/n). I just said that to piss you off.” Taking a deep breath I go to stand up from the bed in order to fetch a bucket of water and some new cloths. Instead I end up on the floor cradling my belly, with a burning sensation in my chest and blood pouring out from my mouth. “(Y/n)! Mama!” I can hear the shouts around me. “Fetch the doctor! Now hurry!” The voices around me begin to fade and not before long I can feel myself drifting away.

“My baby... Save my baby...” And with that everything turns pitch black...

[gigglingknight]

T-WORD HEADCANON MASTERPOST FOR A SPECIAL MAN

Y'all refuse to give me any A/ll M/i/ght content, so IF YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE RIGHT...

Yes. Start sweating. This post is coming for you, sir.

GENERAL HEADCANONS:

Ticklishness? Depends on the form.

Powered up in his muscular form, it'll take a lot more to get to him; you have be a lot rougher to get to any nerves. Even then, you'll probably get a mildly hearty laugh... unless you find something particularly sensitive. The feet are usually a good bet in this form, if you can somehow get to them. This is assuming you can. He will not let you.

Powered down, though? This man will die. This man will die and you will kill him.

Okay, perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he's fairly ticklish! Enough to elicit a wild reaction in a couple of places, at least.

BEING TICKLED HEADCANONS

He prefers that whoever's going at it stay away from the scars, so most of his belly and most of his left side is off limits, and for good reason. It doesn't hurt as much anymore, thank God, but he doesn't want the old wound to get irritated.

Good spots, then? Ribs and feet, for sure.

Running your finger up and down his ribcage is all it takes to set him off.

The latter are a lot harder to get to. You'd probably have to catch him when he's resting in order to get the feet, and even then, you have to make sure he's off his guard before attempting.

The reward for meeting these conditions and making the sneak attack? Cackles.

Speaking of, goodness, that laugh. If wherever you've got him isn't that sensitive, you'll earn a couple of low chuckles and a snort. When he gets hysterical, his voice heightens to this highly infectious raspy cackle that brings a smile to whoever hears it.

He might spit up a bit of blood, though. Oops.

If he's laughing in the muscular form, it... probably just sounds like his regular, heroic laugh, just much more uncontrollable.

He gets a little flustered when tickled, as most people do. It's especially a little degrading, being the former Symbol of Peace, when a touch can send you crumbling into a laughing mess.

The truth? He doesn't hate it at all, in manageable doses. He's a hero whose mantra is to keep smiling and keep laughing; why hate something that makes you do both, even if it is a little silly?

He does have his limitations, though. He'd probably prefer not to be tickled to tears all the time, but he doesn't mind the idea of it as a bonding activity.

He lives in perpetual terror of his successor finding out this secret.

He doubts that the kid would act on it, given that he's an anxious wreck, but he can never be too sure.

His friends already know. Mic makes a point to jab him in the ribs and bother him sometimes if he's getting a little too solemn.

It's nearly impossible to tickle him if he's muscular, buuuuut... you could possibly get away with it if you were someone flirting with him (think the ladies on the beach here) or a kid.

But don't think he'll let you get away with it if he knows you.

AND WITH THAT...

TICKLING OTHERS HEADCANONS:

Whether or not you survive this encounter depends on what form you've decided to provoke the poor old man in.

True form? He'll probably be too wiped out to get back at you, at least, for a little bit. (But he will eventually, if he knows you well enough!)

Muscular form?

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

He is a ticklish person's worst nightmare. Have you seen how fast he can move?! You can have a head start, and he'll still catch you in one leap, as if you'd never started running at all!

If you were particularly ruthless in your dealings with him, expect to be held upside down with one of his strong arms as he exacts his vengeance. He doesn't call it vengeance, of course. After all, "heroes must serve justice!"

His fingers can fly as fast as his punches do, and it is devastating. Expect to be in hysterics within seconds. And if you think he won't go for your worst spot, you are sorely mistaken. He will.

In his true form, his "attacks" are actually somewhat tender, but also more reserved for people he's closer to, too. He attacks with lighter, more fluttering motions, often with that bright, toothy grin of his. This doesn't necessarily mean he won't be as ruthless, though. He's more likely to express tickling as an affectionate gesture in this form, but don't let that fool you. He will dig into you and make you scream with laughter if you've prodded at him enough.

His student was probably on the receiving end of a few attacks during their training together. Mostly from the muscular form, when they were fighting to make him stronger. The hero secretly feels some sort of paternal and slightly playfully sadistic satisfaction when he remembers his pupil writhing around, hiccuping with little childish giggles.

Nowadays, being more confined to his true form, he may be more likely to give him a few tickles if he's being self-deprecating or just needs a quick cheer up.

"Come on, kid, lighten up!"

He also doesn't mind giving a student a few tickles to cheer them up or mess around with them, if he knows they'd be okay with that.

Speaking of: teasing. Again. Depends.

True form? Arguably on the sweeter side. Also likes to poke at the people he's tickling by saying he can't believe they're that ticklish. But he doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He often finds himself laughing with them, too.

Muscular form? Well...

You remember the one episode with the final exams and how he was pretending to be a villain?

Imagine that but about a hundred times worse.

"What's the matter, little hero? Is something funny to you?"

Yeah.

Don't mouth him off either, if you're a friend of his. You are asking for this if you are being a sass.

IIIII DIDN'T USE HIS NAME IN THE POST BECAUSE I'M TOO SCARED OF THIS ENDING UP IN THE TAGS. I'M SO SORRY TO GOD AND ALSO MY PARENTS AND MY FOLLOWERS AND---

[tossertozier]

the film / movie / miniseries have created multiple versions of canon. i think there are lots of ways to write these characters that can be considered “canonically correct”

This is a post about the relationship between the book and the movie focused on Stan and Richie and then Eddie and Richie and the differences between the two:

what I’m really talking about here is foucault’s theory of the net of power. within it, basically it is to imagine the relationship between two people as if they are standing on a net that is stretched out. if they are relatively evenly sized, then they can maintain a balance. if someone begins to over-reach their place and amass more space on the net than they are allotted, it seems as if they have more power than the other person. in reality, they are still on the same net, and the same playing field. the other person has to allow themselves to believe that their opposite actually has more power than they do. they don’t, but if you believe they do there is very hard to recover from it. within this theory, there is equal power in relationships, because if someone is manipulating a relationship, you have to allow them to.

there are big, overlooked differences between book and movie richie but that’s another post so I’m just gonna talk about similar things for him. richie requires, outright demands, attention. almost constantly. he gets very uncomfortable if he is not in direct attention. it, comically, reminds me of a bo burnham song about the same idea. “have you ever been to a birthday party for children, and one of the children won’t stop screaming. because he’s just a little attention attractor, when he grows up to be comic or actor he’ll be rewarded for never maturing, for never understanding or learning that every day can’t be about him there’s other people, you selfish asshole.” (Now, let me say: richie in the books <and we’ll see in the 2019 film> does in fact grow up. he just, like everyone else upon returning to Derry, begins to revert into his childhood self. he, in particular, finds it horrifying. he admits after making a particularly irritating joke about eddie that he has no idea why he said that and hadn’t thought about it all before it came out of his mouth.) anyway, this need for attention causes his loud mouth & is a hallmark in all of his relationships. but it is most noticeable in his relationship with stan and eddie.

in the book, stan and richie are friends, and teased each other, to the point it would worry their other friends. (Eddie specifically scolds richie for making fun of stans Judaism.) their net of power, so to speak, thrives on the back and forth. Their net operates like a trampoline. They jump in and out of each other’s territories, overstepping and laughing as they do so because the other will just bounce to the other side. richie irritates stan on occasion, but it’s never an issue that can’t be “bounced” back from . stan has some weird hobbies, but he’s clearly someone richie considers to have an equal amount of power to himself & their relationship operates accordingly. it’s similar to how richie sees bill. (an entire other post lol) richie doesn’t regard any of the rest of the losers, except Beverly but in a different way , again, another post) in this way until adulthood.

in the book, eddie believes he is weak. he is fighting the urge to do so as an adult who has moved out of Derry. he believes his body is incapable of fighting disease. when richie oversteps in his relationship with Eddie, eddie lets him. he never fights back in ways that would actually knock richie back into his own side of the net, and instead goes for whining that doesn’t have a lot of weight “stop, richie, I hate it when you do that.” he is much weaker in his relationship with richie, he feels like he doesn’t understand richie, but he tells the reader that regardless, he is glad to have richie around. i (me, reddie trash, about to surprise y'all) don’t necessarily consider the dynamic as children to be inherently romantically-coded. I think eddie (who I consider to be gay) behaves the way he does as a child not because of his own attraction to men, but moreso because he deeply feels the loss of a paternal figure in his life. he craves the attention and approval of the guys in his life he considers to be strong, (specifically bill) and he, while in denial about how he feels about it, will endure a lot to get the attention from richie. their relationship as kids can be read as “richie showing peacock feathers off by picking on the little one and the little one let’s him because he feels special when he does.” I think their thoughts and actions as adults truly bring context into the situation and settle it into classic “pulling on pigtails” actual flirtation. while in Derry, the losers club is perpetually immature. They question their own actions often, and have a very difficult time being honest with themselves. Without eddies death scene and events after, you miss what makes their interactions as children so relevant. which is one of the reasons I prefer the book in a lot of ways. Intermingling the storyline as adults and kids is extremely effective in IT. I genuinely believe that richie did not know his actions were in fact text book flirting until eddie grabs his face and tells him “don’t call me eds” and that that is when the dread of oh god I fucked this up, really set in. Which quickly turns to anger, at IT, yes but at the entire situation, his own immaturity, his own lack of perception. Which leads us To my favorite line of the book, where richie acts overtly violent to an already dead it because he has to leave eddies body in the sewer, and bill asks him “why did you do that” and richie responds “I don’t know,” and the narration tells us “but he knew well enough.” & naysayers will say: one line cannot make an entire relationship romantically coded. And I will say: fuck you, because richie knew well enough & so should you.

and I remain adamant that if Eddie were a girl and no other text changed, the validity of their relationship would not be questioned.

What the film has done, in the sake of time and for clear narrative, is make stan seem as if he feels powerless constantly. stan, in the book, clearly doesn’t. in fact: that’s why he doesn’t return. he was not so much terrified of IT, but terrified of returning to a place where he doesn’t feel as if he has control over the situation. what he really couldn’t handle was being filthy and not knowing where he was. however, that can be really difficult to show in a film. I’d wager that the average audience member could not pick that up unless it was spelled out for them in a narration, which I’m sure they did not want to do. To compromise, they made stan a character who is soft-spoken, and true-cut follower. he is really intolerant of antics, and as such: richie.

in the film, rather than banter back with Richie as he would in the book, he’s really rather avoidant of the relationship, or when richie oversteps. To say they are not friends, or that Stan secretly hates him, I think is a genuinely terrible generalization. However, rather than treat this net of power like something akin to a trampoline, with the two bouncing back and forth, it’s more treated like a basketball court, with a clear line down the center. Stan just does not tolerate any attempt of richies to bounce into his side. It is the sign of an insecure character. stan shuts him down, because if richie made any real attempt that was a grab at stan’s power in their relationship, stan doesn’t know if he’d be able to defend it. 

however, this “bouncing” element is really essential for balancing richie out in a clear dynamic, so i believe the relationship was really handed to Eddie. eddie in the film has less so internalized the teachings of his mother, screaming at the barrens about “my MOM,” and it only takes a preteen daughter of a pharmacist to persuade him about his medication. whereas, in the book, a doctor sits him down to explain and he still relentlessly believes in his mother. he leaves, and attempts to rationalize it himself & so weakly comes to terms with the idea of placebos that he keeps taking the medication in a deal with his mother that allows him to see his friends. eddie, in the film, simply tells her they’re bullshit and leaves to see them whether she likes it or not. eddie in the film, SO MUCH more so than the book, recognizes his own power in relationships. this is with both his mother and richie. he very rarely lets richie put the last card out, but unlike movie!stan, he lets richie play the game.

while it is a common complaint that stans character traits were given to eddie, i think it can also be said that eddies character traits were given to stan. a lot of eddies character in the book is built around the idea of fragility, & disbelief in himself. it is monumentous in the book when eddie goes after the eye with his own inhaler and proceeds to stomp on it, because it was the first time eddie really had any belief in his own power. in the film, I’d say eddie already has a better relationship with himself. he willingly goes into the neibolt house, he is the first to follow bill down the well, and he seems to consider himself responsible for keeping the group together. he is the one who notices and runs to find stan, and when bill goes missing as well. in the book, it is said that eddie knows, is the only one to, how to navigate the sewers. he merely gives these directions to bill, and follows closely behind him. in fact, in the book, the role of “keeping the group together” was overwhelmingly richie. (one of the few times richie truly panics in the sewers is when they are crawling through a tunnel and eddie can only do it so quickly with a broken arm and bill crawls too far ahead, away from the group.) eddie in the film is small and asthmatic, but he believes himself to be a powerful person, in his relationships and in himself, so he is. stan is insecure in his relationships, “you left me here, you’re not my friends” is the most adamantly avoidant of the entire situation, “this isn’t fun, this is scary and disgusting” “no! no next time, bill,” and is very pessimistic. i think this was all done so that when he kills himself it doesn’t feel entirely out of left field. it makes his movie self, and eddie as well, i think, less complex, but it also makes them more comprehensible in a 2 hour film. For context to how little time that really is, there will be four hours of IT film altogether. If you listen to IT the audiobook aloud, it is 44 hours long.

[beccalovesdarling]

Unexpected Chapter 3 Afternoon 1

Trigger warning for this chapter: Mentions of abortion

Y'all wanted Adult!Chadrien, right? Here ya go.

Chapter 1

Adrien popped his leather jacket’s collar once more. The supple material did a well enough job of hiding his face along with his shaggy hair flapping against his forehead and cheeks, but he could never be careful enough. He knew the dangers of being found by anyone outside the Miraculous Team. And if his father caught wind of someone of his description being seen, he had no doubt bodyguards would be on his tail. And though it had been several years, he wasn’t sure if he could face his father yet. Actually, no. He knew he could not. The thought of confronting him brought a deep frown to the man’s flawless face. Once Hawk Moth had been captured in his time, Adrien could not even bring himself to visit the man’s prison. Not after he had attacked Ladybug. Not after everything he had done. And it had all been so pointless. His mother could not have been saved.

“I know what you’re thinking, Kid, and you need to cool it.” A nasal voice drawled from his pocket. The man’s frown deepened as he turned a corner. He tapped the ear piece had had taken up wearing. It was easier to talk to Plagg in public if people assumed he was speaking into his Bluetooth. It cut down on the amount of time he spent trying to duck into alleyways and bathrooms.

“I’m twenty-five, Plagg. When will you stop calling me that?” He didn’t mind the nickname, truly, but he didn’t want to delve into the topic of his father with Plagg. He knew the topic would come up evidentially, but he needed to keep it as quiet as he could. This Marinette and Adrien could not learn Hawk Moth’s identity. Not yet. And he had promised Nino he would not destroy the timeline.

“When you stop acting like one,” was Plagg’s retort. “You know Marinette’s going to kill you when we get back.”

Adrien winced. That was in fact true. He had not been totally honest with Marinette when he left.

‘I’m heading out, bug. You need anything?’

She had smiled at him like he was her whole damn world. And he figured he was because she was his whole world. Adrien could still not believe that she loved him back. That she was more than willing to be with him. That she agreed to marry him and start a family.

That she was willing to risk her life for him.

He growled and clenched his fists. He had been so stupid. He had known it would happen and he had gotten careless, sloppy. He had once more failed to protect her. All because he forgot a condom one time. One time he had allowed himself to be seduced by the miraculous beauty and had gotten lost in the moment. He knew he wasn’t totally to blame. She had obviously forgotten her pill a morning or two. Fashion Week did that to people. Marinette had been running herself ragged for a month and he had barely gotten to see or touch her. And at the end of it, when she had finally collapsed in his arms, he could not stop himself from kissing her, from trailing his fingertips across her soft skin, from whispering his undying love for her, from worshiping her body.

His heart clenched as he thought over that night once more. God, he loved her so much. And he wanted a family with her, but not at the cost of her life. In the end, Hawk Moth had made sure he had gotten the final blow.

‘I love you, kitty. Come back soon, okay?’

Adrien stopped much to the dismay of a few businessmen behind him. With a shuddering breath, he leaned against the wall with his shoulder. “I can’t lose her, Plagg,” the man admitted. He dragged a hand down his face, the stubble of his light beard scratching against his palm. “I should have been more careful. I knew it would happen and I tried so hard to keep her safe. But I…” He closed his eyes against the onslaught of pain.

“And that’s why we’re here, Kid. Fu can help us. This is why Nino and I helped you to learn Black Hole. We care about her, too, you idiot.” He felt Plagg’s nub poke his chest and cracked a small grin. “And once we figure this mess out, you’re not getting near her without a chastity belt, you tomcat.”

Adrien’s response was a hard slap to his chest that made a few pedestrians ogle him strangely and Plagg to hiss.

XXX

The old Chinese shop was just as he remembered it. It had long ago been torn down in his time to make room for developmental buildings. He thought they may have been law or doctor offices, but he wasn’t sure and tried his best to avoid the area since it brought back too many painful memories. He rolled his shoulders to release some tension before he pushed the door aside. Adrien strolled the familiar walls casually with his focus centered on the makeshift examine room Fu practiced inside that was just off to the side of the main living room area. Adrien could remember secret meetings being held there before the team went after his father. Before everything went to Hell.

The exam room door was shut and he could hear faint mutterings inside due to his enhanced hearing. He rapped on the door with his knuckles. “Please wait in the front room!” Fu called from within.

Adrien cracked his knuckles against the door once more. “I hate to bug you, but I’m afraid this is a purrsonal call,” he replied. He knew his voice was much deeper than the Adrien Fu knew, but the puns would be telling enough until Fu saw his face.

The was a beat of silence before Fu whipped the door open. Adrien shot the older man a two-finger salute and his eyes widened. Fu turned back to his client and said, “I’m sorry, but we’ll have to cut your appointment short. You can see yourself out, yes?”

The business man stood from the massage table and straightened his suit jacket. Adrien could tell it was a Gabriel brand. All of Fu’s clients were wealthy businessmen with ties to his father or his father’s circle. Adrien stepped back into the faint shadows of the hall and hung his head down, his shaggy blonde locks falling into his face like a shield. He saw the man frown at him but he left the room and passed the two others before heading for the front door. Fu waited for the faint click of the main door before he addressed Adrien. “You were foolish to come here,” he sighed and stroked his beard. “You weren’t careful either. You’re all over the Ladyblog.” Fu walked closer to the main room. “But, I figure since Plagg taught you Black Hole, there is a reason you’re here.”

Adrien followed Fu and perched on the floor before the wooden table. The same wooden table that had held the plans to defeat his father. “She’s dying.” He looked up at Fu with wide, begging eyes. “I can’t lose her,” he repeated his mantra.

Plagg appeared from his pocket and sprawled on the table as Fu sat across from Adrien. Wayzz buzzed out from his hiding place in the ancient gramophone to roost beside Plagg. “Start at the beginning, my child.”

Adrien licked his parched lips. “It was during the final battle with…Hawk Moth,” Adrien frowned. “He was able to crack the code on the Tibetan book. He was going to attack me and she…she…” His voice cracked and Plagg hovered to Adrien’s shoulder. He patted the man’s scruffy cheek with an uncharacteristic sympathetic look.

“She took a bad hit,” Plagg supplied. “Messed her up real good.”

A frown cut across Fu’s face. “If it’s Ladybug’s time, there is nothing-“

Adrien slammed his fists against the table with a loud bang. The table wobbled on its stubby legs as Adrien screamed. “It’s not her time! That attack was meant for me! She was never meant to be the shield! Gabriel wanted me dead!” He snapped his mouth shut with a click. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he muttered darkly.

Fu shrugged. “I’ve known. It’s not time for them to know yet.”

His nostrils flared on a snarl. “You mean, you knew! The whole time! You son of-“

“Since Marinette brought me the book. When she said it belonged to you, I knew there was a possibility. But, that’s beside the point,” he folding his arms together. “You’ve come for something I cannot provide. I’m sorry you’ve wasted your time, Adrien, but you need to return before the Chat Noir in this time is affected.”

“She’s pregnant. Does that change your mind, old coot?” Plagg hissed from Adrien’s shoulder. “She pulled out alright. That battle was a long time ago, but the damage is still there. And this tomcat,” he pointed a nub at Adrien, “knocked her up. She’d be fine if she got rid of the kitten to save herself, but they’re both so stubborn.”

“We’re not aborting Emma,” Adrien growled. “And I’m not giving up Marinette.”

“And Marinette will do whatever it takes to have the kitten,” Plagg finished.

Once more, Fu stroked his beard as he allowed the news to settle over him. Wayzz blinked up at his Master. “Master, a child…”

“This certainly changes things,” Fu agreed with Plagg. “I’m assuming she’s about four or five months?”

“Four and a half,” Adrien answered. “She’s been on bed rest for about a month due to complications. Her blood pressure for one and she came close to miscarrying during month two.” He rubbed at his tired eyes. “Marinette has been surprisingly willing to stay at home. She wants this baby so bad,” he chuckled darkly. “Mari told me once that she had dreamed about having kids with me when we were fourteen. She even had the names picked out.”

“And you?” Fu questioned. “Your mother left and Gabriel was never a paternal figure. And now the woman you love is having your baby. You said abortion was not an option, why is that? Are you so desperate for a family that you’re willing to risk her?”

“I love her,” he declared. “I’ve been in love with her since I was fourteen years old. I promised her I would give her everything she wanted. God, I want nothing more than start a family with her.” He rubbed a hand through his unruly hair. Mari had admitted that she liked his hair unkempt and he had let it grow out in messy layers to just passed his shoulders. He normally wore it in a manbun, but today he had worn it down to help disguise his face. His face heated. “Maybe I am selfish,” he admitted. “But I want Mari and Emma. I’m not choosing between them. I think I have earned the right to be selfish about my family for once.”

The older man sighed. “I see.” He stood and his aging joints cracked. “You have until Sunday night?” He continued when Adrien stood with a nod. “I have the spell book saved digitally and I’m sure my successor has the actual book but is unable to read the codes.” He nodded towards Wayzz who took off. “We’ll see what we can do, Chat Noir. In the meantime, you must say close to Ladybug and try to stay away from this Chat Noir. Having two gods of destruction and their wielders in one time line is not good for the space-time fabric. It’s already damaged by your use of Black Hole. No need to strain it further.”

Adrien followed Fu to the door. “I’ll see what I can do,” he grinned. “I’m sure this Chat will be excited to share Mari.” He rolled his eyes. “He’ll probably hiss at me and say something cheesy about protecting his Princess’ honor.”

Plagg snorted before ducking into his pocket. “Yeah, because that’s exactly what you did.”

Fu sighed.

XXX

Chat Noir waited in Marinette’s room. As an adult, he could clearly see how creepy it was that a man nearly ten years her senior was waiting in her bedroom, but considering in the future he’d slept with her and they traded razors regularly, he would be forgiven in the long haul. So, he sprawled on her bed and waited as he flipped through her diary. It was cute that she thought her whimsical box could keep him out. It was even cuter that his wife had dotted her i’s with hearts when she was younger.

Chat flipped another page and his ears twitched towards the other trapdoor. He flung the diary to the side carelessly and sat up fully on the bed. He watched as Marinette pulled herself up the trapdoor and slithered into her room. She sighed as she tossed her school bag away and turned towards the general area of her bed.

The tiny girl froze like a canary when she spotted the leather clad man. He smirked at her and offered a fluttering wave of his fingers. “Hello, princess.” His smirk grew as she shivered. Oh, he knew exactly what his deeper voice did to her. Mari had told him in vivid detail.

Just as the words left his mouth, the trapdoor above him opened and another leather clad cat gazed inside. “Hey, Princess, can I…” He trailed off on a hiss at seeing the older man in Marinette’s bed.

Chat tilted his head back and winked up at his younger self. “One cat just leads to another.”

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