#post s5 au

[nikiferous]

some wtgfs scribbles and doodles

[gammija]

now im also still thinking about tma dnd au.... mostly i agree with jonny&alex' assignments. Signing a contract to work in the Archives is really signing a pact with the Eye, so everyone there multiclasses in warlock, but only Jon really gains levels in it because of all the xp he gets by reading statements. Tim is a fighter, Sasha a 'real' wizard, Martin a bard who performs poetry instead of playing an instrument, says he studied at the College of Lore, but really he's self-taught and not even level 3 in bard.

Species though. i mostly drew Jon as a tiefling cause i wanted to give him horns but really, a tiefling would be preoccupied with whether or not he's turning into a monster. Sasha can just be human, and i think Tim is a half-elf, charismatic, easily fitting in with most crowds.

On the one hand i want Martin to be tall. but on the other. he just is a halfling. easily underestimated, typically caring, not very fast, not easily immobilized by fear, and, considering how little he gets hurt or wounded compared to tma's other characters, definitely a certain kind of lucky

[booksandpaperss]

you guys are majorly sleeping on the potential for little mermaid byler AU to have Will rescue Mike only for Mike to be concussed and delirious enough to think his savior was a girl so Mike ends up looking for some mysterious dream girl that doesn’t exist when he’s falling in love with Will who’s right in front of him and ready to be part of his world cmon it’s PERFECT GUYS YOU GOTTA SEE THE VISION

and yes I will be indeed writing this into my AU in case you’re wondering 😌

[mickeym4ndy]

Another Post-Canon headcanon I have:

Mickey starts looking at getting more tattoos. He finds an artist he likes and over time he builds up a sleeve of sorts. He starts liking tattoos that are stereotypically feminine (eg a rose or something) and he has to grapple with all the toxic masculinity he got from Terry to get those. He ends up sort of designing a tattoo that’s a rose & dagger or something because he likes to draw.

He likes it so he sort of starts co designing his next tattoos with the artist. He doesn’t have the patience to be an actual tattoo artist but he likes drawing different designs & sketches.

Ian loves Mickey’s drawings and there’s one that he particularly loves so for their anniversary Ian gets a tattoo of it on his chest and surprises Mickey with it

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

summary

The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it.

excerpt

“I shouldn’t,” she said quietly, turning her face away. “Besides, I’m not really in a party mood… there’s still Guardian stuff to do.” He studied her gaze, fixed on something unseen in the distance. Though he’d long grown accustomed to the way his heart tugged harder toward her the further away she went, this time the pang ground deeper in his chest. “Right, of course,” Chat Noir said, turning away too. “You took Monarque down.” You and Gabriel Agreste, he couldn’t help thinking. “I’m sure you have a lot to talk to Nooroo about. And Su Han. And the team.”  What a talk that would be, when Chat Noir would receive the play-by-play alongside all the other Holders. There was no point being angry about it. Not when Gabriel was gone, when Ladybug wore her victory like a shroud, when there was still so much work to do. Chat Noir didn’t know how to be angry without destroying anything—and so much had already been destroyed.  “And you have to find a new Butterfly Holder too, right?”

so excited to do this collab with @ladyofthenoodle! this fic is gonna be amazing guys. don't let all the angst scare you away from the happy ending ;)

[wu-does-art]

au where mike narrowly escapes the upsidedown while on patrol and gets an obscure curse to be a catboy for a month. this is amusing to everyone but mike.

[finngualart]

[zoriizons]

LEGACY REMNANTS AU

Breaking News "Missing Person, XXXXXXXXX. Reported last seen on XXXX, day XX." "This has been the 5th missing person this week, police are doing their best to investigate the case as much as possible." "Another patient sent into the Emergency Room tonight, we're running low on staff again…" Where is our hero when we need them…?

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Miki, "False Successor to The Harbinger of Chaos"

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[ CHARACTER INTRODUCTION...]

Another overnight shift… How dull…

Miki has become numb to the cruel work hours of the medical field. Due to the shortage of nurses, extra hands must be needed. The world needs these people on the frontlines yet they are understaffed. It was a cruel world she lived in.

An important job yet so underappreciated.

Miki was walking around the hallways, monitoring the usual rooms to make sure her patients were well cared for. Checking their vital signs, their current conditions, and such, Waiting for the hours to pass until her shift ends. Despite her growing annoyance with her job, she had to push through. The pay was good enough so why complain? She had to put her degree somewhere.

As she entered another room to check on an older patient's room, she noticed the same plush that rested on top of the patient's nightstand. That same Monkey King plush sat still with a smile on its face, never leaving its place. What made that plush so special…? She figured that it was the patient's source of motivation in these trying times.

The Monkey King and the Harbinger of Chaos have stepped down from their positions for a long time… She sighed.

Maybe the world didn't need them anymore...

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A young, sleep-deprived registered nurse who recently moved into the big city of Megapolis in hopes of finding herself and her true sense of self-worth.

Another reason for her being in the city was her job of being a nurse.

She's currently trying to support her family and their financial needs.

She doesn't like her job as a nurse, especially the overnight shifts she takes.

Currently struggling to fit in the big city lifestyle, she gets overwhelmed so easily with big crowds.

Due to the selfish decision to take the Monkey King's staff one day after MK's retirement, she's now the new holder of the staff.

Quite timid and anxious with the whole "successor" thing going on with her, doesn't really believe she's fitted for the role.

people agree that she's not suited for the role.

" Where's MK when I need him? As matter of a fact, where's Wukong to help me out?!"

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[unfinishedslurs]

do u love the colors of the comphet

When it’s over, when Henry Creel is dead and dust and they’ve emerged battered and triumphant. When she and Jonathan have ended things. When there is no more fighting to be done, she and Steve give it another go. 

She knows he’s going to ask the same way she knew in ‘83. There’s no waiting this time, no need to wonder if Jonathan might want her too. They gave it the old college try (He lied to her. He was lying to her for months, and she knew something was wrong before that. She thought they could work it out. She’s so fucking sick of lying to herself being lied to). 

He asks with wide, hopeful eyes, running a nervous hand through his hair. He doesn’t have anything to be nervous about. She made up her mind before he even asked. 

She can do it right this time. She can love this boy the way she wants to. The way he wants her to. They’ve both grown in the years since. She’s going to do this right. 

That’s the mantra she keeps in her head when he picks her up and spins her. I can do this. 

She can’t do this. 

It’s somehow the same and different from when they dated the first time. They’re going through the same motions, but there’s something lacking. They’re both older, more jaded. They’re not kids anymore, and it shows. 

They rarely kiss. He hesitates now in a way he didn’t before. Sex is something they don’t bring up at all. Eddie makes a crude joke once, something or other about what Nancy is like in bed, and she and Steve make eye contact. There’s something there, something like mutual understanding, before Robin smacks Eddie upside the back of the head and the moment breaks. She keeps thinking about it long after. Whatever it is that they shared, they don’t talk about it. 

Maybe they’re lying to themselves, both of them. Puppets going through the motions, too stubborn to admit they’re play acting as real people. Still, she can’t give this up. She can’t make the same mistakes all over again. 

Robin corners her two months into the relationship. Part of Nancy is surprised it took her this long. The rest of her is angry she brings it up at all. 

Saying she’s cornered might be doing her a disservice. They’re having a sleepover, painting their nails and talking about boys. Everything a girl is supposed to do. Except Robin is awkward and fumbling, and every name she brings up sounds like a question. Nancy only has Steve to talk about, and barely talks about him at all. 

Finally Robin sighs and puts down the nail polish. “I feel like this subject is making us both miserable,” she declares. “I don’t want to talk about boys, I was just doing it because I thought that’s what you’re supposed to do at girl sleepovers. I haven’t actually been to a sleepover since I was in middle school and the other girls decided I was weird, but I’m pretty sure the point is to have fun. This is not fun. This is agonizing. We should talk about something else.”

“Steve isn’t making me miserable!” She snaps, before realizing she sounds way too defensive. 

Robin peers at her. “Yeah, see, that’s not what I said. That’s not even a little bit close to what I said. Maybe we should talk about this instead. What’s the deal with you and Steve?”

“What deal? There’s no deal.” She turns around and rummages through the nail polish selection. Robin doesn’t exactly have a variety. Her options are red, dark red, and black. She chooses the brighter red with the absent thought that the black would look good on Robin, with her long fingers and dark eyeliner. Then she banishes that thought away. 

“There’s definitely some kind of deal.”

“There isn’t.”

“Nance.” 

She can’t help but turn around then, drawn in by the tone of her voice. There’s a glass wall inside of her, and someone is pounding on it, trying to get out. She wants Robin to see it. She wants someone to see behind the glass. There’s something in her trying to get out. 

“Nancy,” she says again, eyes searing into her soul, “are you happy?”

She smiles, fake and fixed on her face. The glass stays firmly in place.  “Of course I am,” she replies. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The next time Robin wants to hang out, she’s busy with college preparations. 

It’s not just Robin. She thinks everyone can tell something’s wrong with her. Eddie gives her these looks every time she and Steve are in front of him, like he’s putting together a puzzle. Her mom keeps trying to talk to her. Jonathan keeps trying to talk to her. 

They know, she thinks wildly, every time. She doesn’t know what it is they know. She doesn’t want to find out. 

She avoids them all. 

When she and Steve go to dinner, the waitress captivates her. 

Long, dark hair in braids. Long fingers tapping against the notepad. Dark eyes in a dark face. She’s always loved brown eyes. Nancy has never been one to be jealous of other girls (lie, lie, lie), but suddenly heat floods her body. She wants to be as gorgeous as this woman. She wants her full lips, popping gum. She wants the woman’s swaying hips as she turns and leaves their table. She wants— she wants—

She tears her gaze away to find Steve already looking at her. 

The heat is dosed by the ice that fills her veins. All her senses go on high alert until she realizes he’s actually staring past her. She turns around to see the bartender. He’s handsome, she thinks, tall with tan skin and brown hair carefully styled. He’s talking to a customer, teeth shining as he laughs. 

When she turns back, Steve has firmly fixed his eyes on her. She could almost believe he’d never been staring at the bartender at all. 

There’s something there. Something just out of reach, something she could put a finger out and touch if she were braver. She doesn’t. There’s no gun in her hand here, no adrenaline to keep her going after it all falls apart. 

“What did your dumb boyfriend do this time?” Mike demands, storming in her room. Nancy has half a mind to yell at him to knock first before she registers his words. 

“Steve is- Steve is fine,” she says, startled. “He’s great, actually. Nothings wrong.“

“Then why are you so miserable all the time?” Mike accuses. 

“I am not miserable!”

“You are! You both are, and neither of you will tell anyone what’s wrong, or why-“

“I don’t know why!” She shrieks. Mike falls silent, eyes wide, and Nancy suddenly realizes she’s crying. 

“I don’t know why,” she repeats. “Everything is fine. He’s like, the perfect fucking boyfriend. It’s me, I’m the problem. There’s something wrong with me. There’s a beautiful boy who loves me, and I’m- I’m trying. I’m trying so hard to love him back, but I can’t. I can’t. There’s something wrong with me.” She’s desperate now, wiping away tears as she curls into a ball. She feels pathetic, crying in front of her little brother. She’s the oldest, she should be keeping it together, she shouldn’t let him see her like this. But she can’t help it. There’s something in her screaming to get out. 

Mike, with all the grace and bewilderment of a newborn deer, gingerly pats her shoulder. 

“Have you…talked to Steve about it?”

She gives him a cutting look. It’s probably not as effective as she wants it to be, with her red eyes and tear streaked face. Mike holds his hands up. 

“I’m just saying! He’s your boyfriend, you should talk to him. And if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, you should really talk to him.”

“I want him to be my boyfriend, I just need to get past whatever this is—“

“Nancy,” Mike says. “It’s not just you. He’s miserable too.”

“Because of me. I just need to—“

Mike shakes his head. “I don’t think it is. If it were because of you, he’d be acting different. More…kicked puppy, or whatever. He’s just being weird,  and won’t tell anyone why. Dustin said he asked Robin, and she doesn’t even know.”

Nancy doesn’t have anything to say to that. 

“I think you need to talk to him,” he says again. “I think you need to talk to each other.”

“When did you get so smart?” She asks, instead of crying again. 

“I’ve always been smarter than you.”

She kicks him for that blatant lie.

“Are we holding onto a dead thing?” She asks out loud. 

He rolls over and looks at her. She’s worried she’s hurt his feelings, broken his heart again, killed any chance they have at a relationship, romantic or not. Then he snorts. 

“Robin got to you too, huh?” He asks, flopping back onto his back to look up at the sky. 

“Mike, actually.”

“Mike? That shithead? What does he know about relationship problems?”

“Are we having relationship problems?”

“I mean,” he says, wry twist to his mouth, “we haven’t had any arguments.”

“Nope.”

“Or general drama.”

“That might be debatable.”

“There’s no need to spice up our sex life.”

She snacks him for that one, and he laughs. She props herself up to look him in the eye. His face is more open than she’s seen it the entire time they’ve been dating. 

“I think you have to be in a relationship to have ‘relationship problems,’” she tells him. “Are we in a relationship?”

He visibly considers this. “I mean, I asked you out, and you said yes. And we never broke up.”

“We haven’t kissed in at least two weeks.”

“Did you want to?”

She takes a moment to think about it. “Not really,” she admits, and his face splits into a grin. 

“Not that you’re not still wonderful, Nancy Wheeler,” he says, teeth shining, “but I don’t think I want to kiss you either. Isn’t that weird?”

When they dated in high school, it was like he couldn’t stand being away from her. He spent every moment he could kissing her, wherever he could. Sometimes it felt almost like a performance he put on for the people around them, lifting her up and spinning her just so everyone would know how in love they were. It was stifling at times, feeling like something to prove. Still, it was how he was, so in love he could burst with it. 

Now, she wonders if it was always a performance. Maybe they’ve both been on a stage, and neither of them noticed the lights blinding them until now. 

“It is a little weird,” she says finally.

“Right?!”

He holds out a hand to shake, the other one firmly in his pocket. God, she wishes she could love him. “Good go, eh Wheeler?” He asks, smile crooked and shaky. 

She snorts. “We made ourselves and everyone around us miserable,” she points out. But she takes his hand. 

[paracosmicat]

Okay, I think I need to share some of the headcannons me and Nina came up with for Sentibug

I personally believe that Adrien would be the one to take in and introduce her to the world. He was so devastated by what happened, you just know he thinks about her often. He is such a sweetheart (and also a sentibeing) he would be so thrilled to be her guiding light. She also needs somewhere to sleep and the Agreste Manor conveniently has a bedroom to spare.

Given the nature of the relationship, he sort of has to reveal he is Chat Noir, which means Adrien FINALLY has someone else to confide in about this.

I have been thinking about what her civilian self would look like and honestly? I think she would look like what Nathalie is picturing Ladybug looks like under the mask. The lower half of her face would look the same, but she would have thicker brows/different facial structure/MOLES as @ninadove suggested

I have been thinking about a name, and I think initially Adrien would refer to her hero form as Coccinelle (Ladybug in French) to differentiate the two of them. The name they would eventually give her civilian self would be Mireille which is a French name that means miracle (OR miraculous)

Any and all assumptions Nathalie made about Ladybug's civilian self translated onto her which means her wardrobe is Nathalie's "What are the teens wearing these days?" Which means she wears business casual with lots of floral and pretty patterns. Definitely NOT what the teens are wearing but it suits her.

How she is able to come back is that once a sentibeing is created, their soul/memory/being is stored within the miraculous in a similar manor to the previous holders (which begs the question... would they be reachable with a kwagatama?) and the holder of the peacock can revive them so long as they are willing.

[emily-mooon]

Because I finished S5 of BBC Ghosts, here’s some more Byler as my beloved Capvers!

[miss-eli-starfleet]

I like how WestAllen ended in the Flash with Nora's birth. The part where they're holding hands right before her birth and yellow and purple lightning zaps between them is done really well... Now, I don't particularly ship SnowBarry, but I do find the idea cute sometimes because of the Frost sisters, and how well done the writers wrote her scripts. I'm gonna disregard the whole Khione thing in my comparison of both ships which is canon WestAllen and AU SnowBarry from my perspective.

In a SnowBarry AU, Caitlin would be Barry’s “lightning rod”.

Barry would've been married to OG Caitlin (if you know what I mean) by the time they split in S6. At least following the timeline of how WestAllen generally progressed throughout the show. Like, as in, Barry's proposal of "Running Home to You" would be directed towards Caitlin instead of Iris in S3, SnowBarry marriage in S4, etc etc... Maybe it would be Caitlin SnowAllen if they decide to hyphenate?

Anyways, AU SnowBarry or canon WestAllen, I do wish they gave Caitlin/Frost more screentime especially after they split in S6. I would take the Frost sisters in a heartbeat instead of Cecile or Allegra.

S2 Barry and Jay would be “fighting” over Caitlin lol. Or maybe not. But he would be hella protective when Zoom kidnaps her.

In S3, Caitlin turned Killer Frost does end up working with Savitar.. imagine just how desperate Barry would be to keep her from going all "Frosty" because Caitlin is his fiancee, just as desperate as he was with trying to save Iris from Savitar in canon. I think instead of the focus on Iris, a majority of SnowBarry AU’s base plot line would include Barry trying to save Caitlin from her evil self? Like in that one episode where he spoke to Frost, and allowed her to try to kill him because he knows she’s still Caitlin deep down. OR it could be both: Savitar’s tryna kill her because she’s Barry’s “lightning rod” in this SnowBarry AU instead of them joining up.

Let’s say Barry still goes into the Speedforce in this SnowBary AU. Her heartbreak would be another catalyst/reason as to why Caitlin turned into her Frosty self between S3 and S4 to work for Amunet. In canon 4x01, Killer Frost does come back to the team as Caitlin to help Barry come out of the Speedforce so don't gotta "AU" that part. I know they "balanced out" the whole Caitlin/Frost thing in S4, and that was awesome to watch.

Loved the cuteness where “Caity” and Frost would communicate with each other in little sticky notes. Since Barry and Caitlin would be married by that time, maybe Frost writes sticky notes to Barry too?

Moving onto S5.. How would it go with Caitlin raising Nora alone in the future? Caitlin is a geneticist/doctor whereas Iris is a news reporter.. I think with Caitlin’s doctor/biochemist, I don't think she'd put a power dampening chip inside Nora. Nora would have Frost (split or not) to protect/guide her as well as the rest of the team. Maybe in SnowBarry S5, Nora would've grown up knowing that her father is the Flash from the start. 5x18 would've shown Caitlin and Nora having a better mother-daughter relationship than 5x18 canon Iris and Nora. Would she still go to Thawne then? Maybe so because of godspeed and he’s the only other speedster around and then after what happened to Lia? Maybe so.

Since Nora still wouldn’t have ever met Barry, Thawne could’ve still manipulated her with the whole Cicada dagger thing so she travels back in time. One thing for sure: she wouldn’t be all pissy towards Iris lol. But my poor girl Nora would’ve still vanished in S5 finale :(

When Caitlin splits in S6, imagine how happy Frost would be have her own body, but also to be there to support SnowBarry marriage in person, and be able to interact with both Barry and Caitlin at the same time. Speaking of the Frost sisters, what would Nora call Frost? Aunt Frost? Something like that?

Yep, Caitlin and Frost never dies in this particular SnowBarry AU. It was the only stupid thing the writers did for her character.

[wordsinhaled]

of course my brain which has never written merthur and has never managed to produce a longfic in its entire life has decided to come up with a merthur longfic plot bunny. of course

[h-gf]

Miraculous AU where after Gabriel made a wish, Felix replaces Adrien as the protagonist.

Everyone lost their memories. They're all like NPCs. They don't remember anything, but they feel like they do. Things are new only if you remember they didn't happen.

The only one who remembers anything is actually Marinette.

Resurrecting both Emilie and Nathalie didn't directly kill anyone, but took a few years from everyone. All citizens are unaware they lost a part of their lives. Some people even died early.

And the new Monarch (surprisingly not Lila) wants to bring back the old world.

[tenisperfection]

Calendar (Buck/Eddie drabble)

Buck notices it, as Buck does, within twenty seconds of stepping into the kitchen.

"You redecorated," he exclaims slowly, eyes wide.

Eddie, busy as he is looking for his bottle opener in the silverware drawer, doesn't need to look around to know what Buck is fixated on. "Would we call rearranging refrigerator decor redecorating?" he wonders.

"We would if it's you," Buck responds. Eddie, having found the bottle opener, throws it at Buck without glancing back. He knows Buck will catch it.

Buck passes him a beer as Eddie turns around. He opens his own swiftly, eyes on the calendar.

"Wow, you have a lot of free time," he exclaims, pointing at the brand-new whiteboard calendar. Eddie had filled in the dates for September on the white board but has not done much else.

"Wow, you're such an asshole, get out of my house," Eddie says. blankly Buck laughs.

"Why the change?" he asks, sipping his beer slowly. It's late afternoon and the sun shines in Buck's eyes as he faces the window and Eddie.

Eddie shrugs. "Just felt like it. I liked the calendar on Maddie and Chim's refrigerator, thought I'll give it a try."

Buck's smile is small as he keeps sipping his beer.

"They'll get back together, you know," he says. "Sometimes people just need time, but it's a sure thing. We know this."

Buck nods. "I know," he says. He's uncharacteristically quiet as he leans against Eddie's refrigerator, his turquoise sweatshirt reflected in the polished silver-gray surface.

"So when are you filling this in?" Buck asks, pointing at the calendar with an index finger. "Because I think you need to do it before you forget about the PTA bake-sale again. Desserts don't grow on trees, you know."

"Fuck you, that last-minute fudge was a success," Eddie says mildly. Now that the moment is upon them, the panic and the anxiety he'd been worried about does not come. He looks at Buck's fond, teasing smile and feels invisible arms of warmth surround him in a tight embrace, certainty taking the place of the doubt he'd expected, the doubt that never comes.

"I thought you could help me fill it up," Eddie says.

Buck doesn't get it. "Sure," he says. "Get me some sharpies. You dictate, I'll write?"

"No," Eddie says. Buck blinks.

"Fine, then you write, but I'd argue that my handwriting is better. In fact—"

"Yeah it is," Eddie interrupts, "but it's not that."

Buck looks the way he did after they got accused of robbing a bank in broad daylight. "Are you okay?" he asks. "You're being weird."

"Yes," Eddie says quickly. "I mean, not that I'm weird, but that I'm okay." He clears his throat. "I've actually been okay for a few months now, thanks to you. Which brings me to the calendar. And you."

Buck blinks slowly and then freezes in place as if he realizes what's happening. Eddie's sure he knows. How could he not, after these past few months? Eddie's certain about the inevitability of this. This too, after all, is a sure thing.

Joy, slow and cautious, creeps to his chest and knocks at the door.

"I think you should help me fill this calendar," Eddie repeats, moving a step closer to Buck as he speaks, watching Buck's eyes rooted to his own, "because you fill every day of my life anyway. You're here in this house day after day and you have been all this while, and you know my schedule because more often than not, it's your schedule too."

Buck gives the first sign of life at that, his eyes flickering to the calendar before settling back on Eddie's face. It's a motion Eddie's intimately familiar with, the way Buck's eyes roam around a room before finding Eddie and settling on him, burrowing home.

Eddie continues. "So I think, if you'd like, you should help me fill this up. And when we're done, you should maybe tell me when I can take you out to dinner."

Buck springs into life, eyes blazing. His lips are a little dry from the wind and he tastes like Eddie's favorite beer. Eddie wraps his arms around Buck's waist and pulls him in, letting Buck hold his face in his hands and push him against the calendar.

"How about right now?" Buck whispers as they draw back. He's panting a little and he's still holding Eddie's face in his hands. Eddie leans in and rests his forehead against Buck's.

"Fine, but when we're back we're really filling this calendar in," Eddie says.

"Shut up about the calendar and let's go," Buck laughs as he kisses Eddie's cheek.

"Oh now you want to ignore the calendar," Eddie teases. "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care, as long as we go," Buck says. "I'll go anywhere with you, you know that."

"I do," Eddie says, because he does. Sure thing, he thinks, and he continues holding Buck and they continue standing there. For once, there's no rush and no alarms, no need to look at clocks as they fumble in the dark, eyes greedily swallowing what their hands and mouths could not as they run towards the next disaster reeling them in.

So Eddie stands there for a moment longer holding Buck and hope in his arms, and he allows the joy he let in to seep in and take root, spreading its branches until he feels like he's blooming with it, touching everything in sight.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

lies of attrition update

summary

The trust between Ladybug and Chat Noir is stretched to breaking point when a new butterfly holder emerges in the wake of Monarque's defeat. Chat Noir doesn't know who to trust until Chrysalis confronts him with a truth Ladybug had tried to bury: Monarque made the Wish—and she wants Chat Noir’s help to undo it.

excerpt

“And how exactly did you lose it, again?” He should stop. This wasn’t how he planned to ask her. It wasn’t the time, or the place, to have this discussion. He knew that. But he couldn’t go onto that stage and help her tell more lies. Chat Noir stood up. “Was it before or after Monarque made his Wish? Did he discard his brooch as soon as you gave him your earrings, or did he wait until later?” Ladybug’s face went white. “I didn’t— I never—” “Never wanted me to know?” he spat. “Never gave him the earrings,” she answered, voice so small it hardly carried up to him. Then, louder, “I never gave him my earrings. How did you— who told you that?” She wasn’t denying the Wish, then. Good.

chapter 8 of mine and @ladyofthenoodle's collab is up!