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I Want To Be Needed ~ Part 10

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5613

This is part 10 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Series Link

Summary: You ask Robin out on a date. You struggle with your place in your relationships, and on the crew.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, Blow Jobs, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Thigh Riding, Hair Pulling, Choking, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Alcohol, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Insecurity, Tickling, Robin is mysterious, and the boys are protective

A/N: Hey y'all! Since this 'one shot' has gotten out of hand I've made this part rather long to wrap things up. I will be continuing this series, and next part will be a chaptered work that will follow after the events here. I hope you enjoy this, and where the story is headed! Thank you for reading! 😊🙏🏼

“I didn’t know you could draw like that.”

You flashed Zoro a grin. He was leaning over your shoulder while you worked on a monograph, and he’d been following you around all morning.

“I have to, it’s how we identify plants in the wild. We have to know the shapes of the stems and leaves, the textures, how many petals, every detail. If I identify a plant incorrectly it might not work the way we need it to, or it might make us sick. Or dead.”

“Damn. So you know how to poison people then?”

“Of course I do. Nature can destroy just as much as it can heal. Maybe even more.”

He wrapped his arms around you, humming softly against your neck.

“So you could probably kill any of us if you wanted. Just sneak something into our drinks?”

“Well, I won’t do that.”

“That’s pretty hot.”

He kissed your neck, nibbling with a soft chuckle as you squirmed.

“There’s something wrong with you!”

“Oh no! I bet my evil, sexy girlfriend can find a plant to fix me.”

He lifted you out of your chair, kissing and sucking your neck as he growled, sounding so playful that it made you squeal. Especially since it was the first time he’d called you his girlfriend.

He pulled you away from your desk, spinning you to face him. Out of breath, you shivered as you looked into his gorgeous, dark eyes.

“I’m working, Zoro.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.”

He crossed his arms, and had the audacity to look skeptical.

Your cheeks burned as you fought a grin, and you tried to move around him to your desk.

He was immovable.

“Zoro!”

“I’m the first mate, Y/N. I have to protect this ship.”

He leaned over you, his words getting heavier.

“I just found out there’s a potential murderer on board.”

“Zor- unf.”

He’d lifted you over his shoulder, and you fought his hold. Until the wind was knocked out of you when he slammed you onto your bed.

“I need to make sure all threats are dealt with.”

You hadn’t caught your breath yet, but you managed to moan as you watched your swordsman free himself from his pants, stroking his hard length as he towered over you. Your body was already reacting, readying for whatever he had planned.

“Strip. I need to inspect you for weapons.”

He seemed so serious, and the fact that your body was already caving in pissed you off just a little bit.

But not enough. That look in his eyes made you shiver with anticipation, and you needed him to wreck you.

“Make it quick, I’ve still got work to do.”

He raised his brows at the challenge.

“So you wanna do this the hard way, huh? Get on your knees.”

His growl made your eyes roll back, and you obeyed. He shoved his cock down your throat so fucking deep you could barely breathe before he practically ripped your pants down.

You’d noticed Zoro preferred you in tight pants, enjoying the violence of dragging them down your skin, of using them to restrain your legs while he fucked you hard and mercilessly.

After he made you beg him for more until you were lost in pulsing waves of pleasure and pain, he laid with you until you could walk to the shower with him.

And all of that was before lunch.

You were starting to realize you’d need to take breaks between days with the boys just so you could get some work done.

“You’re not gonna watch me?”

After lunch, Zoro was pulling his shirt over his head, and you forgot what you were going to say.

“Nevermind,” he teased, his smirk bringing your eyes back to his face.

“I thought I’d go ask Robin out, actually.”

His eyes went wide for a moment, but he shook it off.

“Well, uh. Good luck?”

His questioning tone brought a smirk to your face, and you gave him a playful punch.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back to ogle my boyfriend.”

You turned to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a kiss.

“I like that.”

You shivered at his whispered words.

“What do you like?”

“My.”

“Come in.”

Robin’s lilting voice made chills trail up your skin, and you opened the door with a smile.

Her eyes sparkled when she saw you, and she made room on that pretty loveseat of hers.

“Y/N, it’s lovely to see you.”

Settling on the couch, you tilted toward her, and felt your hands shaking slightly.

She kept smiling at you, waiting.

“You too, Robin. I was hoping that you’d still be interested in having that date with me.”

Her smile deepened, and she set down her book. She reached her hand to yours, and your skin flushed red.

She’s so beautiful.

“I’d love that. When are you available?”

She asked that question with a smirk, and you gave a self deprecating laugh.

“I’m taking a break tomorrow, and I’d love to spend it with you.”

“Can’t wait.”

Heading back on deck, you were practically skipping, amazed at how your life was turning out.

Stopping in your tracks, you enjoyed the view before interrupting.

For as much as they seem to hate each other, they always end up close to each other when they don’t need to be.

You grinned at the boys, Zoro caring for his swords, while Sanji was leaning his elbows over the railing while he smoked. They were silent, but within 5 feet of each other.

Shaking your head, you intruded on their quiet company.

“Hello boys.”

Seeing them both turn to you made warmth pour through your chest, it was such a satisfying sight.

“I’ve got a date with Robin tomorrow.”

“Congrats,” Zoro said with a small smile, seeming to be getting used to it.

Sanji on the other hand accidentally crushed his cigarette, dropping it on the deck to avoid burning his treasured hands. He stomped it out, making sure to pick it up to dispose of it properly. Smoking was bad enough, you were glad he didn’t litter.

You tried not to laugh at his beet red face, but he started speaking so fast out of nowhere that you couldn’t help it.

“What are your plans? Are you having a brunch date, or maybe a candlelit dinner? We can set up some games on deck for you, and I’ll make some desserts. I wish the last island had some decent produce, I don’t know how I’m supposed to work without strawberries.”

He kept going, seeming to be talking to himself now, You laughed even more at Zoro’s grimace.

Taking extra care getting ready in the morning, the thought of Robin kept tugging your lips into a smile.

“Good morning, Y/N dear! Right this way!”

“Wh-What?”

Sanji didn’t answer as he rushed you outside.

“Sanji, did you steal my rose petals?”

There was a sparse trail of pink rose petals guiding your way.

“Only one flower, my dear. New love is worth all the flowers in the world.”

“Sanji, I harvest the petals and buds, you owe me a flower.”

He turned, winking before bowing out of the way.

“I'll buy you a barrel of roses, darling. Just promise you’ll have a good time!”

You twirled to watch him go until you heard the soft chuckle behind you.

“Good morning, Y/N. It looks like we’re going to be spoiled today.”

You beamed as you met her eyes, breath catching for a moment. Robin looked stunning in a cropped vest and pants, the dark purple making her skin seem to glow.

“Good morning,” you replied, biting the inside of your lip as you sat with your favorite archeologist.

Sanji had set up the entire day, and you had to admit that he did a lovely job. Occasionally you’d have to shoo him away when he acted like a butler, jumping at every possible need, lingering for just a bit too long.

Robin’s voice, her soft laugh, her playful smile. The fact that she was here with you, on a date. Your head was buzzing, and you hardly knew what you were talking about. She asked you about your favorite flowers, your goals to discover rare plants on the Grand Line, and you hardly noticed that she didn’t share much.

She teased you, drawing you out with questions. Your mind filled in so much, your admiration for her blurring the edges a bit.

After lunch, Sanji had paraded games for you to choose from. He was almost singing as he listed them off until you both cracked up, pointing to the Shogi board to get him to leave you alone.

Shogi was not your game, and you couldn’t help but feel her piercing eyes as she maneuvered her pieces, almost effortlessly taking you down.

The sounds of Nami exercising across the deck drew your eyes, and you watched her practice with her baton for a moment. Robin’s voice pulled you back, and you noticed that your fingers had begun to dig into your thigh.

“Another game?”

“Why not,” you laughed. “I love getting destroyed by you.”

You hadn’t meant to say that in the tone it came out in, and your eyes went wide at her smirk.

“That does sound fun,” she teased, setting up the board.

You spent the entire day together, and it was just as lovely as it was at the start. The sun was setting, and you tapped your wine glasses over the incredible dinner Sanji had prepared.

He’d left the wine bottle at the table after you’d told him to stop checking if you needed refills. As you pulled your glass away from hers, your elbow knocked the bottle over.

Wincing, you waited for the crash, but Robin had sent an arm to catch it. Not a drop had spilled.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Robin picked up the conversation where you’d left off, but your mind fought to tear you away.

I can’t even go a day without needing help.

You felt like you constantly had to prove your usefulness on the crew, no matter how wonderfully caring and supportive everyone was.

Your self pitying thoughts filled you with guilt, fogging your mind when you were meant to be here with Robin.

Robin, who was so powerful, she could save the whole crew. She’d saved you more than once.

So had Sanji and Zoro. Everyone on the crew.

And you were usually there hiding with Chopper. Until Chopper would transform, and save you too.

You looked at Robin, her deep eyes scanning your face. You wanted to be present, grateful to be right here.

I’ll just be everyone’s girlfriend. Everyone’s cheerleader.

“Where have you gone, Y/N?”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, Robin.”

She tilted her head, always seeming mildly curious.

“Really, I’m sorry. I’ve just had some things on my mind lately, I don’t know why they’re hogging my brain right now.”

Robin set down her glass, leaning on a hand toward you.

“Whatever else we might become, we are friends. I’d like to know if something is bothering you.”

You cringed internally, hating how much you needed everyone. How much you’d needed Robin’s help lately.

“I’ve just… been feeling… I’ve been wanting to do more for the crew than I have been.”

Her eyes softened, but she waited for you to continue. After a large sip of your wine, you took the opportunity she was giving.

“I guess seeing the boys has made me notice it more. My work is valuable, I know it. But I want to help. I don’t want to be a burden.”

Your eyes had drifted to your wine glass, until you heard her take a breath.

“Y/N, you have saved us in so many ways. Your skills are incredibly useful.”

“Not when we fight.”

Her deep eyes held yours, and you couldn’t decipher the emotion in them.

“Knowledge is more valuable than violence.”

Now you let out a breath, trying to sort your thoughts.

“I want to be able to protect the people I care about. I don’t want my friends to get hurt because I can’t protect myself… I want to be needed.”

“Well, Y/N… It sounds like you’ve got a new project to work on.”

Robin’s light tone broke the tension, and you let out a grateful laugh. The confidence in her words shivered through you.

“I guess I do.”

She grinned at you, stretching and moving in her seat.

“Y/N, it’s been a lovely day.”

Your heart sank.

“Would you like to have another glass in my room? Away from prying eyes?”

You nodded, not sure you could say anything, but followed Robin while your pulse sped through you.

You could practically feel Sanji’s heavy breathing on your skin as he watched from across the deck. Remembering his blissed out face when you let him look up your skirt, you bit your lip. What a fucking perv.

The thought of his desperate whines, and his needy hands on you tomorrow after his obsession today made you shiver. You had to shake it off.

Watching Robin’s hips swaying gently in front of you brought you back to the moment.

You sat beside her, feeling suddenly paralyzed.

We’ve been talking all day, what do I say now?

Luckily she leaned toward you, tapping your glasses again.

“To firsts.”

You blushed, lifting your glass to your lips before replying.

“First dates?”

Chuckling, she adjusted her position, her thigh now warming against yours.

“To first everythings. Much more fun than lasts.”

Robin’s voice had shifted slightly, and you caught a slight furrow in her brow.

“Robin, ar-”

“Y/N.”

She put the force of those deep blue eyes on you then. Your breathing slowed, noticing the air touching your skin.

She brushed a strand of hair out of your face, and that little bit of contact made your eyes flutter shut.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N.”

The way those words fell from her lips made them seem more real than you’d ever heard. Your eyes flew open, and you leaned toward her, your hand resting on her thigh.

“You are beautiful, Robin, gorgeous!”

She chuckled, leaning closer as she trailed fingers along your neck and shoulder. Her face leaned closer still, and your eyes were wide as she glanced at your parted lips.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

You wanted to say yes, but all you could do was feel a shy grin take over your face until you nodded at her.

Then you gasped as her soft lips took yours.

Soft was the overpowering sensation. You reached for each other, your hands enjoying the smooth skin of her lower back, and the silkiness of her hair.

Her hands ran along your thigh, and traced along your jaw to the back of your neck.

Robin's lips and tongue tasted like wine, and something sweet. You couldn’t help a small moan that escaped at how intoxicating she felt.

She let a pleased hum into your mouth before sucking your lower lip between her teeth.

Your hands clenched on her skin, and she pulled you closer, trailing her fingers down your throat, teasing along your collarbones.

Robin pulled back from you, giving a quick kiss before searching your face. Your breath was heavy, and you had to fight not to pull her back in, feeling your body squirming with the ache for more of her touch.

“Mm, I think I can see what all the fuss is about.”

Your eyes rolled back at her sultry tone, and then you moaned as her lips found your neck.

You stopped holding back then, sending your hands to pull her toward you, teasing your fingers in her hair. The soft moan she gave you when you pulled that beautiful black hair had you reeling, and you climbed onto her lap to get closer.

“Robin, you feel so good, so soft.”

Her breath was heavy now, and you felt her tugging at the ties at the back of your dress. Your body moved on its own, thrusting in her lap. She paused, gripping you, moving you so you were straddling one of her thighs.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered against your neck as she moved her leg beneath you. Crying out, you grinded your center against her thigh, starting to pull at the laces on the front of her vest.

Every movement, every breath felt electric, addictive. Every sound out of her lips made you need to make more, the need to make her feel good taking you over. The pressure, the friction from her thigh filling you with twisting warmth.

You caught her eyes before you opened her vest, smiling at her small nod before revealing her perfect chest. Her full breasts were so enticing, the buds of her nipples already hardened, and you ached to taste them.

First you touched, gently caressing, massaging, before trailing small circles around her nipples while you continued to grind on her thigh. She cried out when you pinched them lightly before she pulled your dress over your head, revealing your own chest.

The look in her eyes when she leaned forward to trail her tongue along your breasts was too much. You lost your grip on her, reaching back into her hair to keep from collapsing.

Her muffled chuckle against your skin made you twitch, dancing on her thigh as you felt how much you’d soaked through your panties onto her tight pants.

You slid off of her, landing on your knees between her legs, your breath catching when you saw her heavy lidded gaze. Now you brought your lips to her smooth skin, twirling your tongue around her nipples while you started pulling at her pants.

Robin moaned as she helped you, lifting her hips as you dragged the fabric down. Her panties got pulled along with her tight pants, and you sucked in a breath when you saw how much wetness had pooled between her legs.

You both giggled as you fought to pull the pants off completely, struggling at her feet while she leaned back and grinned at you.

Settling yourself between her knees again, you gasped as she leaned over you, grabbing you by the hair into a rough kiss until you whimpered into her mouth.

She pulled back, that teasing smile on her lips again.

“What would you like to do, Y/N?”

Biting your lip, you felt your body lean toward hers, craving her touch again.

“I want to make you feel good,” you whispered, suddenly shy again.

She kissed you softly now, before scooting her body to the edge of the loveseat. She spread her thighs for you, leaning back to watch you. She trailed her fingers across her chest, and licked her lips.

“Please do.”

You moaned then, looking down at her gorgeous pussy, the wetness dripping from her folds making you shiver.

You smiled up at her, meeting her darkened eyes as you brought your lips to her, kissing her clit the way she’d kissed your lips.

Wrapping your hands around her thighs, you groaned against her folds while you felt her writhe for you.

Robin made such beautiful sounds, and you watched her face as you alternated sensations. Circling her clit with your tongue, long, flattened strokes, fast or slow, different directions. You smiled against her as she moaned your name softly, and you wanted to find what she needed.

When you sucked her clit lightly into your mouth, you were rewarded with the sight of her back arching against the love seat, her hand gripping at your fingers on her hips.

You could have done this for days.

“Please, Y/N.”

She bucked against you as you moaned loudly against her skin. The sound of this beautiful, mysterious woman begging you, gasping your name like that. It was perfect.

Pulling back to kiss your way up her thigh, you brought your fingers to her core. You traced them along her folds and around her clit, wetting them while she twitched for you.

The taste of her still on your lips made your own body clench. You watched her, taking in every gasp and movement while you dipped one finger into her. Exploring, enjoying, you added another and leaned close, breathing along her skin. Robin bucked against your hand, and you thought you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Does this feel good, Robin,” you teased as you dragged your fingers along the soft spot you’d found deep inside her.

“Y-Yes, Y/N, right there. Gods, you feel so good.”

You felt a satisfied hum leave your throat before you tasted her clit again.

Robin moaned louder now, and you gasped as you felt hands behind you, around you. All caressing your skin and holding you in place, as if there were anything in the world that could have kept you from bringing Robin what she needed.

The sensation of Robin getting closer spurred you on, and you gave her everything you could. She screamed your name while you felt her body clenching, almost pulling your fingers deeper into her, her clit throbbing on your tongue.

You kept going, riding that high with her until you brought her down gently.

She hummed happily as she looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

I did that.

You felt your skin buzzing as you kissed up her body, joining her on the loveseat. You let her taste herself on your lips before pulling her legs onto your lap while you softly touched and massaged what you could reach.

She squirmed when you traced nails along her side, pulling away.

“Are you ticklish?”

“I guess I am.”

She’d laughed, but something in her words felt sad.

“Can I see how ticklish you are,” you asked with a smirk on your lips.

The grin that bloomed on her face made you forget it, and you giggled on the couch with her as she writhed under your touch.

Finally she’d had enough, laughing and breathless until she called arms to trap you.

You gasped at the warm restraints, and felt your skin flush as she stood in front of you, hands on her beautiful hips.

“Is it my turn now?”

All you could do was nod, then cry out as you were carried, lifted, and set up on her bed by a small wave of arms. She’d laid you up on her pillows so you could meet her eyes as she laid across the edge of the bed.

“Y/N, is it alright if I use my abilities to please you?”

The feel of her arms still softly restraining you, and the dark look in Robin’s made you gasp, and you breathed your ‘yes.’

Then you were moved again, a hand moving to the hair at the back of your neck, hands wrapping around your ankles, pulling your legs apart, and arms pulling your hands above your head, trapping them there. You sighed as so many warm hands slid across your skin, then cried out as you felt them pulling your panties away from you.

Robin lay on her side at the bottom of the bed, leaning on an elbow as she watched your reactions. Her lips were parted, and you shivered under her attention.

“What do you want now, Y/N?”

Gasping, you tried to remember how to speak.

“I-I want you to touch me, Robin. Please.”

Her smile was too much for you, and your eyes fluttered closed.

Then you cried out as your body was covered in sensations. She gripped your hair, tugging until you whimpered. Soft caresses, warm strokes, light tickles, and even scratches took you over, until there was no room for thought.

It wasn’t long until you were twitching, and you could feel even more wetness dripping from your core as you ached for her.

“Ro-Robin…”

“Would you like more, Y/N?”

Tears had started forming along your eyes, and you nodded desperately as your body shook.

Your eyes had closed again until you felt her weight settle between your legs. You gasped as her lips teased your thighs, all of her arms still playing with you.

She watched you, smiling as she kissed down, so close. She reached out with her tongue, the lightest of touches against your folds, and you tried to buck. Her arms held you like a vise, and your breathing stuttered.

Her tongue and lips sank against you, and you were already so close. Robin wasted no time, sending one finger, then two, curling deep inside you. Her eyes still watched you, and you felt a hand reach around your throat. You nodded, seeing the pleased look in her eyes.

She sucked your clit at the same time that her fingers squeezed around your neck. Her fingers inside of you were moving hard so fast as you came. Your body would have bucked off the bed if she hadn’t held you so still.

Your screams were high and breathy as her fingers kept their grip on your throat. You were fucking lost to bliss, and as you came down you couldn’t believe you were here with Robin.

You laid together in her bed, cuddling and laughing quietly together. Now and then cozy kisses would be shared, gentle caresses. It felt like you were living in a world of soft and simple pleasures, nothing to do or worry about.

“What’s that about?”

You’d pointed to a rather large book she’d been reading lately.

“Archaeology.”

You groaned in her arms, shaking your head at her smug smile.

“I’d like to know you better, Robin.”

She looked away, a smile on her face that didn’t seem right to you.

“It’s okay, Robin. You don’t need to tell me your life story.”

You pulled out of her arms so you could sit and face her, waiting for her eyes to return to you. Your breath felt restricted, and you realized you might have soured the perfect day. Touching your hand to hers, your breath eased as she looked back at your face.

“Robin, whatever else we might become, you are my friend. We don’t have to talk about it. But I feel like there are things that hurt you, that you hide. You’re very good at it.”

You tried to keep your words light, almost joking with her at the last part. But her eyes stayed even.

“I just want you to know that I’m here for you, that’s all.”

You stared at her face, looking for anything, any sign that things were okay, or that you’d ruined it all.

All you saw was a slight tension between her brows, and what looked like sadness in her eyes.

Then she smiled, pulling you in for a hug. Her voice was light now, but you couldn’t see her face.

“I’m here for you too, Y/N.”

The next morning you ignored Sanji’s pleas to stay with him after breakfast, promising you’d be his after lunch.

Instead, you found Usopp in his quarters with the door open, filling his stars with gunpowder with his brows furrowed, and tongue poking out of his teeth in concentration.

You waited until he finished, then joined him.

Luckily, Usopp had stopped seeming nervous around you after finding out about the polyamory drama. You were glad to see him smiling at you again.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you could help me.”

He raised his brows at you, and your mouth went dry.

I need this. I need to be able to help the crew more.

“I know you helped Nami with her Climate Baton. I was hoping you could help with an idea.”

“Sure! What are you thinking?”

His whole face lit up, and you wanted to feel that. To feel needed by the crew.

You barely had time before lunch started, but you pulled Nami aside.

“Hey, hot stuff,” she teased before leaning in close and whispering. “Do I get to hear how things went with Robin yet?”

Laughing, you shook your head.

“Later, I swear. I was actually hoping you could help me with something.”

The rest of the day, you allowed yourself to be showered with affection. Sanji didn’t seem to mind that you sat between Zoro and Robin today, and the thrill you felt when she took your hand sent chills across your body.

As the crew was finishing up with dinner, she pulled you aside before Sanji could interrupt.

“I had a lovely time last night.”

“Me too.”

She grinned at your reply, touching her fingers to your jaw.

“When can we have our next date?”

Today’s events swirled in your head, and you felt you were buzzing with excitement. Sanji had made a dessert just for you, and you savored it with him while he ate his meal. He made some cocktails, and you sat together, enjoying your evening, looking forward to whatever else he had planned for you.

Sanji raised his glass, his cheesy smile bringing one to your lips.

“Here’s to my stunning girl. My sweet, Y/N. You are a treasure to this ship. Everything you do helps us so much. This crew wouldn’t be here without you.”

His words made you pause. You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, his cheesy smile seeming a little strange now.

“What do you mean,” you asked, setting your glass down without taking a sip.

“I just mean that we- I think the world of you!”

Narrowing your eyes, you felt like you should let it go, but something about his strained smile pushed you on.

“Why are you telling me how much I help the crew?”

Your words made you realize what it meant, but you waited for him.

Sanji winced, setting his glass on the table.

“Fuck… I’m so sorry, Y/N. Last night I saw you knock over the wine bottle, and I came closer. Then I heard you. I heard you share what you’ve been struggling with. I shouldn’t have listened, I know I need to fucking stop.”

He looked away, taking a swig of his drink.

“I was worried about you, darling. I don’t want you to feel that you aren’t needed here.”

The glass was dripping condensation onto your cold fingers. Parts of you were fighting to let it go, but the rest was too full of the empty, uncomfortable feelings you’d been harboring.

“How do you need me?”

“Wha-I…”

You gave him a break on that one. Sanji looked desperate, and you started to feel like a shitty person instead of just a useless one. Standing up from the table, you downed your drink in two burning gulps.

“Thank you for trying to make me feel better, Sanji. I’m going to go to bed now.”

Fuck, he looks fucking lost.

Biting your tongue to keep your anger from spilling onto him, you leaned over the table for a hug. He gripped you tightly, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades until you broke away, eyes stinging.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said quietly as you tried not to run toward the door.

A hard knock woke you in the morning.

“Open up, Needy!”

“Don’t yell at her, moss head.”

“Shut up, dumbass cook.”

Groaning, you glanced in the mirror, and shook your hair out of your face before opening the door. Sanji leaned against the frame, but Zoro came charging in, towering above you.

“Why did I have to hear from Usopp that he’s making you a weapon?”

Sanji cut in, his tone far more even than Zoro’s near anger.

“Sweetheart, I know you’ve been feeling self conscious about your place-”

“I’m not feeling self conscious,” you snapped, seeing Sanji’s eyes go wide as you threw those words at him. You turned back to Zoro, meeting his burning gaze.

“Usopp is making me a weapon so that I can be of more help to the crew.”

“What do you mean? You’re not a fighter.”

Your jaw clenched, glaring at Zoro’s face as he shot you down.

“Not yet. But I need to be able to defend myself.”

He frowned at you, seeming to struggle with his next words.

“You’re right. As first mate, I should tell you too… But I don’t want you to fight.”

“Well I’m going to listen to the first mate. Plus, I’m not like you guys, or Luffy. I’m not going to run around picking fights.”

His narrowed eyes stared at you for too long, but you didn’t need to explain any more, so you just kept his gaze.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.”

“Marimo, you can’t seriously be considering this.”

You rounded on your cook.

“Sanji, I have to know how to fight if I’m going to survive on this crew. I don’t want to have to be saved all the time.”

“Y/N, please listen. Going into fights without enough training is more dangerous than hiding. We’ve always had you. I will always protect you.”

“The waiter’s right, Y/N. You’re not carrying anything like that off the ship until you show me you can handle it.”

You grinned at them, even though you felt very unconvincing in your comfy pajamas.

“Then I’ll show you.”

The boys left you to get ready for the day, but you just sat on your bed, planning your next steps. Your dream was still to discover the rarest plants in the world on the Grand Line.

But if I’m going to achieve that goal, I’ll need to learn to survive here first. Nothing’s going to stop me. Not even the boys.

Thank you for reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 11

Tag List: @astheni-a | @ferns-fics | @heilee | @iamn1ya | @ghostfacefricker6969

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think about Robin and their date 💜🥰

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maddascanbe-blog · 1 month

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Here they are! The BOIs!

I hate drawing male characters (which is why this took so long) but we finally got it done!

Max is the only character who retains his age. I like the Kid Genius with his Jock friend archetype. He's 13 her and quite honestly looks younger. He met Kim on the first day of Highschool. They became best friends, and Max helps Kim study on the subjects he struggles in (Namely science and math) And Kim keeps him safe, both from potential bullies and getting trampled in the hall.

Speaking of Kim, fuck that plot line of him being a total ass, you can't make him a himbo in the making and then rip the rug out from under us! In this one Marinette either didn't have that experience or it was some rando. Kim does have a bit of crush on Chloe, he likes that she's very direct, but it never gets past that. And once Ondine expresses her interest, he changes focus. Kim is surprisingly good at History.

Nathaniel... We'll get back to-

Ivan is almost the exact same as cannon, I have no issues with Ivan or his relationship with Mylene. The only addition is he carries a lot of guilt about being the first akuma. The villains scare him about as much as the rest of the cast but he's terrified of the butterflies. Having your mind unexpectedly invaded messes with you. At least everyone else had Heard of Hawkmoth by the time they got akumatized.

Marc, I changed because I felt his and Nathaniel's personalities were a bit too similar. In this one, Marc is a bit more confident. He has aa pretty good group of friends, he already knows Nathaniel and Marinette. But he doesn't have much confidence in his writing. Which is why Marinette has to help him talk to Nath. Just trying to make him feel more like his own character, not an excessory to Nathaniel. Of course Marc isn't in the akuma class, which he is very happy about, but he fit here for the redesigns.

Okay! So Nathaniel- I don't really like him. He had like- 2 episodes where he's relevant (3 if you count Penalteam) but he's an akuma in his first and an ass in the second. Other than that he doesn't really do anything. But I don't want to pull a Thomas Austruc and character assassinate- so instead we are simply mostly removing him from the narrative- Here me out!

Nathaniel is in Marc's class, and he mostly interacts with the akuma class through Alix (His best friend) and Marinette who he knows from art club. His crush on Mari and later Ladybug is still there, they are teenagers after all. And Chloe still revealed his crush, though it wasn't so much to be cruel as it was just "Huh. Dupain-Cheng, figures", and he is very embarrased about this. I don't know how to re-write Reverser without making him an ass though, so I'll cross that bridge when I get to Marc's other designs. Please give me suggestions, I need help.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous redesign #miraculous fanart #akuma class #max kante #kim le chien #nathaniel kurtzberg #ivan bruel #marc anciel

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thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight · 1 year

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𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘, 𝕱𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 ~ 2

(Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x reader)

This was highly requested! Thank you all for the support. The fact that KKFIL got so much support shocks me! I appreciate all of you!

< Part one

"You're pathetic." Plagg said ever so bluntly in-between his chews. He took another bite of cheese, crumbs falling onto Adrien's newly cleaned desk, "Just admit that you like them and move on."

Adrien grumbled in response, "I don't like them, Plagg."

Living with the kwami of destruction always presented a challenge. There wasn't a day that passed by without the mischievous cat trying to pull some dirty prank behind Adrien's back. At first, he didn't mind it. It added something new to his day, and it was usually harmless.

But apparently hiding his phone or ruffling his hair before a photoshoot wasn't enough for Plagg anymore, because as of late, he's been turning off Adrien's alarm so he doesn't wake up for school on time. So now he was stuck in this position, shoving everything in his backpack last minute while trying to rush out the door.

Right now wasn't exactly the best time for him and Plagg to be having a conversation about his upside-down love life.

"You don't like them?" Plagg pushed, "Sure, and cheese is my worst enemy."

"Look Plagg, it's too early for this conversation."

"So let's end it right here with you admitting that you like them."

"Get in my jacket or I'm throwing out the cheese you stored in my desk." Adrien opened up his jacket as Plagg let out a shrill gasp before immediately flying into his pocket.

"For the record, this is called manipulation."

"You're insufferable sometimes."

Monday.

Adrien walked into the classroom ten minutes late, and he'd never forgive Plagg for ruining his perfect on-time attendance.

He huffed and sat down next to Nino.

"Woah, dude, you look like shit. Totally unexpected from the model of the class."

Adrien smiled at Nino's bluntness, "I had a bit of a rough morning." He made sure to subtly flick his pocket as he said that. He felt Plagg pinch his side in retaliation.

"Yeah, I can tell." Nino shook his head, turning his attention back to the teacher. Adrien wanted to follow suit, but he couldn't help but notice you.

You sitting in your desk.

You looking wonderful as ever.

You…staring…right at him.

He smiled and waved.

You waved back.

And time stopped.

He wished he could sit next to you. Ask about your morning, hold your hand under the table, and pass notes throughout the class, giggling every time you nearly get caught.

But, alas, he wasn't sitting next to you, he wasn't holding your hand, and passing notes from this distance would be a guaranteed detention.

Life was cruel and unfair sometimes.

"Psst." He raised a brow at you, silently asking you what you needed. You smiled, looking a bit bashful as you put your fingers to your lips and blew him a kiss.

Maybe life wasn't so cruel and unfair.

Tuesday.

"Are you ok? You look tired."

Your voice was something Adrien would never get tired of, and it was just the remedy he needed after dealing with an akuma who had a…not so melodic voice.

The fight was harder than he had assumed it would be. A few scratches littered his arms and legs while stubborn strands refused to stick with the rest of his gelled and styled hair. Though most of the ringing had gone away, his hearing hadn't quite recovered yet. He questioned the miraculous ladybug and why it decided that fixing a civilian's ripped tie was important, but Adrien (the person who helped stop the villain) would have to suffer the rest of the day with hearing loss. It needed to get its priorities straight.

You looked him up and down, your nose scrunched at the sight, "Did you lose a fight to a pigeon or something?"

"Very funny." He reached to scratch the back of his neck, but quickly remembered how Plagg had made fun of him for doing that when he got nervous the night before, and quickly put his hand down. "I tripped. I can only imagine how happy my father will be when he sees me." Adrien laughed, "I have a photoshoot after school. He's going to kill me."

You smiled awkwardly, "And you're laughing about that?"

He paused, realizing how strange it must've seemed for him to be laughing at the idea of upsetting his father and maybe another day, he would've been more worried than joyful…but…

A part of him felt like sticking it to his dad. It was something he never would've considered doing before, but dressing up in a cat costume everyday can change a man.

"Well, good luck with your dad." You pressed a kiss to his cheek and turned to leave. He could still feel it on his cheek, his face growing increasingly warmer.

"You like them~" Plagg whispered.

"It's completely platonic."

Wednesday.

A festival was in town.

Adrien didn't exactly get permission to go, so he had his good old friend, Chat Noir, help him get to where he needed to be. It was a risky game he was playing, but he couldn't miss seeing you.

You ran into his arms the second you saw him, hugging him for longer than necessary (not that he was mad about it).

You walked through multiple booths, picking up small snacks.

Soon a dance broke out, and Adrien couldn't resist asking you to dance.

He bowed deeply, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "Would you like to dance?"

You looked bashful.

It suddenly didn't feel so platonic anymore.

Thursday.

You were trapped in a closet with him.

Chat noir had run in to detransform, not realizing that you had already occupied the space.

He tried to quickly turn back and leave, but the door handle broke in his hands, leaving the two of you in the closet alone.

"So…you like jazz?" Chat asked. He felt like banging his head against the wall. Talking to you was so easy as Adrien, but it was difficult as Chat Noir.

How could pretend like he knew nothing of you when all he did was think about you?

You gave him a very confused look, "Uh…is the akuma gone?"

"Yeah! And so is the doorknob!"

The joke didn't land as well as he wanted it to. You just nodded and shifted back and forth on your feet. He was terrible at this.

He knew the two of you couldn't stay in there forever, but the only way you could get out was if he cataclysmed the door….

But in order to do that, he'd have to detransform.

"Do you mind closing your eyes?"

"Uh…how come?"

"I need to detransform."

You stared at him for a few more minutes. He wondered what you thought of Chat Noir. He had never asked you about it before.

He could only hope that you liked him.

You finally closed your eyes, and Chat whispered the magic words that rid him of his magic.

Plagg shook his head disapprovingly at the blonde, though Adrien wasn't sure what the cat wanted. There was nothing else he could do, and he knew you would be trustworthy.

He fed Plagg quickly.

"I just wanted to say…"

Adrien froze, scared you would someone know it was him if he breathed too loudly.

"I'm very grateful for what you and Ladybug do for Paris…really. Thank you."

Adrien smiled, relaxing slightly. He wished to respond, but without the quantum magic to mask his voice, he knew speaking would only screw him over. Thankfully, you seemed to understand that, as you didn't say anything about his silence.

He waited for Plagg to finish eating before transforming back.

He cataclysmed the door and stepped to the side, "Victims in distress first!"

You smiled and stepped out, he followed quickly.

"Thanks again."

"There's nothing to thank me for, all I did was get you stuck in a closet."

You laughed, "I meant for stopping the akuma…and getting me out of the closet."

You smiled, and Chat could've sworn his heart stopped. He wanted to kiss you now more than ever.

Not on the cheek.

Not on the hand.

A real kiss.

Chat couldn't do such a thing, but he knew someone who could.

Friday.

It was raining.

Neither you nor Adrien brought an umbrella.

The smart option would be to seek shelter immediately, but instead you ran in the rain.

Adrien had offered to walk you home, and during the walk, rain poured down on you. It wasn't cold or uncomfortable, but freeing. Your clothes stuck to your sides and your poor shoes would struggle in the puddles, but you didn't care. You didn't care because Adrien had grabbed you by the hand, leading you down the street in a fit of giggles.

Each drop of rain let out its own ring, like the weather was singing its own love song for the both of you.

You twirled and spun, grabbing both of Adrien's hands. He seemed flustered, but he effortlessly followed your movements.

Perfectly in rhythm, you and Adrien were stuck in your own world.

"I love you."

You stopped, face heating up as you locked eyes with a now embarrassed Adrien.

"What?"

"I…I love you." He repeated. Despite his stutter, his voice was confident. He couldn't be more sure of his words.

You smiled, "I know, I heard you the first time."

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

Finally, your first real kiss.

#chat noir x reader #cat noir x reader #cat noir #chat noir #miraculous x reader #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic

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mikodrawnnarratives · 9 months

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I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's

That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's

Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see

yall got ✨fanart✨

and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA

usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane

A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough

Click for quality and this is a long post

First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.

First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10

I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10

I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her

Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original

Slightly canon to downright canon

Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au

Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????

Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha

Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo

OTHER'S AU'S

what you've been waiting for

Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)

First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it

You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch

Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist

hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA

This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors

Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me

This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact

@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)

ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here

Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.

Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.

Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it

Oh uh, and chloe will be fine

CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER

She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace

@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.

I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(

But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!

srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES

Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.

@lunian I have fanart for you~

And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls

But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too

And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie

@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens

Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!

I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani

Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her

Okay more that I didn't really finish

We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL

I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.

And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags

Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)

It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...

AND THEN THE LAST ONE

was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW

but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago

It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"

But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!

I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).

Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.

Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool

I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.

10/10 just because I had a fun time with her

#tw old art #Don't Cringe at Old Art Challenge GO #long post #rambling about art and stories #akumatized!marinette #akumatized marinette #I'll add all the tags for the others ltr #miraculous ladybug #lady justice #princess justice #akumatized ladybug #I put this in my drafts in april and it's time to stop being socially anxious and just post it

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What-If: MultiFelix

What if Felix met Multimouse before his appearance in canon?

What if Adrien wasn’t the only blond crushing on a super heroine in the family?

~~~~~~~ “Shit!” Felix cursed as he dodged a wayward akuma blast, the wall of the store he had been hiding beside becoming nothing more than a crumbling pile of bricks in his wake. He stumbled as the ground shook again, hazel eyes darting around to seek out another route away from the battlefront before the akuma-of-the-week targeted the blond directly instead of the thinning crowds around him.

‘There! I can hide in that alley!’ Felix rushed forward, panting as he sprinted across the street towards perceived safety. However, just before he could breach it, another blast struck the building to the left and the debris blocked the mouth of the alleyway – a few bricks slammed into his left leg, their bruising impacts ripping his pants and leaving a smattering of cuts on his thigh. By the way the material of his black slacks bloomed matching glossy spots, there were likely more bloody wounds than those visible through the tears. Cursing under his breath, he spun to his right to begin limping further down the avenue when the sound of maniacal laughter sent chills down his spine. Felix turned and dropped into a fighting stance; hazel eyes focused on the threat approaching slowly. The akuma was dressed as a Medieval court jester; bells jingling as they bounced from foot to foot, legs and arms as pale as snow and unnaturally long like some sort of spider. Eyes wild and toothy grin wide, their head tilted like an inquisitive puppy looking at a new toy.

‘Well, new fear unlocked…’ Felix thought, his rising panic hidden behind a carefully constructed mask of indifference and splotches of plaster dust.

“When I was a lad, I was gloomy and sad / As I was from the day I was born / When other babes giggled and gurgled and wiggled / I proudly was loudly forlorn. / My friends and my family looked at me clammily / Thought there was something amiss…” the akuma’s unhinged, sing-songed limerick coming out dejected as it approached slowly, their grin temporarily dropping into an overexaggerated frown. Felix took a cautious step back, was this the victim’s backstory?

“What else could he be but a Jester? / A Jester? A Jester! / A funny idea, a Jester!” Suddenly the akuma’s mouth stretched up into an unnaturally feral grin, like some sort of horror game villain – equal parts terrifying and disturbing that would certainly not haunt his dreams later – and squealed with joy, clapping its hands around their marotte. “Only the sharpest eye, the keenest nose / the quickest ear and the fleetest toes / Can ever outfox the Jester! Can ever outfox the Jester! / Only the stoutest arm, the bravest heart / with a magic charm and a good head start / Will ever outfox the Jester!”

The hazel-eyed teen braced himself to fight as the akuma lunged with a sharp jingle, marotte extended above their head as if to club the blond over his skull rather than shoot a blast from the tip. Out of nowhere and with a quiet fwip, a pink jump rope shot in front of the jester, tripping them. Just as soon as the rope appeared, it retracted in the blink of an eye and, in its place, a grey dressed figure somersaulted in the air directly above the flattened akuma. Time seemed to slow as Felix watched her pink hair ribbons flutter in the air behind the space buns holding back her hair, tresses as dark as a raven’s wing. His breath briefly caught as bright, bluebell eyes flashed – focused and calculating – from behind the edges of a baby pink domino mask. She brought her black booted feet together and ruthlessly planted them directly into the back of the akuma’s skull, impaling their head into the pavement like some sort of avenging Valkyrie taking down a mythical beast. Felix felt breathless and his knees turned to putty watching the graceful, powerful display. Just who was she?

Shaking off the foreign feelings clouding his mind, the blond limped backwards, unsure if this lithe woman was a friend or foe. Perhaps she would attack him next. Why did he feel a thrill at the idea of sparring with her? Focus! The movement drew the attention of those enchanting blue eyes. She squeaked in surprise, as if just noticing him for the first time. However, they took on an intelligent gleam, quickly assessing his physical state – those eyes pausing on his leg – as she approached him with her hands outstretched in a placating manner. “Um. Excuse me, garçon, I’m here to help. You need to evacuate. Are you badly injured?”

Ignoring the way that her sweet voice – which sounded like silk wrapped around steel – made his heartbeat quicken, he evaluated her for a threat. She was petite and so thin that it looked like the next strong breeze might knock her over. Hazel eyes trailed down the woman’s grey suit – lines of pink breaking the black and grey tightly hugging her tiny frame, the fabric caressing each toned curve and valley in a way that made his mouth run dry – before taking note of a familiar pink jump rope hanging around her waist like a tail. He relaxed fractionally and cleared his throat. “You were the one that tripped him before, weren’t you?” he questioned, gesturing to the now thrashing akuma attempting to free itself from the ground. If Jester had not been struggling to free themselves, Felix would liken the akuma’s current state to an ostrich hiding their head in a hole – the blond choked on a laugh over that mental image!

The grey suited woman glanced back and nodded, “I apologize but…we need to get you out of here before Jester sees us and decides to get revenge.” She drew out the jump rope and stepped into his personal space. Felix realized just how much shorter she was, the top of her head just barely clearing his shoulder, before her words finally registered.

“W-wait, what are you—OOF!” The lithe figure quickly lifted him in a fireman’s carry over her shoulder with shockingly little effort before whipping out the rope and tugging them into the air as if snapping a rubber band. Watching the ground flash by beneath them at a dizzying speed, Felix was pretty sure he was going to be sick. ‘What a way to go…throwing up while escaping an akuma, being manhandled by some superhuman, spandex wearing, midget!’ He refused to admit that this position also provided a lovely angle on some of her finer assets…which was distracting enough to assuage the rising bile in his throat.

With a jolt, they landed on a rooftop, but she only paused for a moment. The woman returned the rope to her waist and shifted him into a bridal carry before dashing quickly across the uneven terrain as if it were second nature. Felix’s arms instinctually wrapped around her neck in a desperate attempt to prevent being dropped. He glanced over her shoulder to see the rapidly expanding distance from whence he was kidnapped – perhaps rescued? – off the street while the wind whipped noisily past his ears. ‘It appears she’s just as strong and fast, even with my added weight,’ the blond thought with mounting admiration. The grey suited woman began to slow and hopped onto a flat roof with a small garden next to a fire escape, finally halting their advance and gingerly returning him to his feet. The blond attributed his racing heart from the unexpected flight rather than their proximity.

“Sorry about that! We didn’t have much time and I needed to get you away from that akuma before they freed themselves. You should be safe here and, if you’re not in too much pain, you can easily take the fire escape down to the streets. Just try to avoid Rue de Rivoli or else you might bump into our crazed jester friend again.” Her lips curved into a gentle smile that made him feel fluttery—er, reassured.

Felix furrowed his brow, “Who even are you?”

The woman blinked and opened her mouth to reply when a cry of “MOUSINETTE!” came from his right, followed by a black blur crashing into the grey suited woman. She stumbled back a few steps with a giggle that sounded like wind chimes dancing in sunlight. Wrapped around Felix’s savior, belt tail seemingly interweaving with the hanging jump rope length, was none other than a grinning Chat Noir. “What are you doing here?! Milady said she was sending in help, but I didn’t think she’d send you after…” The cat hero trailed off, one hand gesturing towards her mask. Now what was that about?

“O-Oh…Yeah…She said that it was just temp-temporary since she’s…uh…” The young woman glanced over towards Felix and then back to Chat, dropping her voice to a soft whisper, “…indisposed.”

“Indisposed? But isn’t her kwam—” Chat Noir looked confused before finally realizing they had company, his mouth dropping into a silent ‘oh’. “Gotcha. Ixnay.” Then he grinned again and ruffled her hair, “It’s good to see you again, Little Mouse! No one deserves it more than you!”

Her cheeks flared in rosy embarrassment and her lips protruded in a pout at the hero’s praise. “Um…I-I…Thank you, Chat. That’s very sweet but…uh, don’t get your hopes up?” The mousey girl cringed and backed away, tugging her jump rope free as she prepared for her departure.

Felix’s lips quirked up slightly at her increased nervous vocal quirks, ‘First she’s badass, then she’s adorable. Just who is she?’

“Since you’re more, uh experienced than me, wo-would you mind checking out this man’s le-leg? I’m heading back to see if Jester has um…broken free from where I…uh…left him.” With that, she scurried away, using her jump rope to swing back towards the akuma.

“Wow! You don’t know it, sir, but you’re a very lucky man… saved by THE Multimouse!” Chat crowed with joy while slitted eyes watched her disappear from sight.

“…Multi-who?” Felix questioned awkwardly, wondering why the cat hero appeared to be so excited.

Chat chuckled softly before turning to him, “Multimouse. She’s smart and funny and strong and sweet…She’s one of the temporary heroes, our greatest strategist (next to my Bugaboo, of course)! Our heavy hitter!”

“Is she some sort of stealth hero? I don’t recall ever hearing about her online…” In fact, he had researched all the heroes before this trip and found not a single mention of a mouse hero.

The black clad cat deflated slightly and sighed, “Yeah…she’s only been out once or twice before this…never really been caught on camera but something happened last time and…well, Ladybug said we couldn’t call her back out. I guess Milady decided it was enough of an emergency… Not that I mind!”

Felix took in the goofy smile that slowly stretched across Chat’s face while he looked off in the direction Multimouse had retreated. Suddenly he felt nauseous, as if something ugly was twisting up and clenching in his stomach, causing his neck to burn red. Unable to control his emotions any longer, his tone became clipped and hard as a lump of anger gripped his vocal cords. “Aren’t you…supposed to be in love with Ladybug?” Did he sound jealous? It was definitely not jealousy!

Chat Noir’s eyes widened comically, his arms swinging wildly in the air as if to physically dispel any misunderstanding. “Yes! Milady is the only one for me! B-but—wait...” Green eyes narrowed with suspicion and the cat stalked closer to the injured teen, his entire demeanor flipping like a switch: from nervous house cat to dangerous panther. Felix struggled to keep himself calm and attention locked on the approaching predator so that he could leap away at a moment’s notice. The cat leaned into his face before a huge grin broke through, his voice a smug murmur. “Do you have a crush on Mousinette?”

Now it was Felix’s turn to panic – eyes widening, heart racing, body trembling, and face burning red – as the image of a grey suited, blue-eyed Valkyrie popped up in his head. His mind replayed the way the breeze tugged at the ribbons in her hair, the obvious strength her petite body contained while effortlessly holding him, the intelligence that showed in her eyes, the blush painted across her cheeks and a giggle that made something inside him sing!

‘Oh…’ he thought dazedly. Sure, Felix had always heard of ‘love at first sight’ but had excused it as nothing more than romantic fantasy! Some unrealistic and overused movie trope! Yet here he was…falling for some mystery heroine that hadn’t even spoken more than a handful of meaningless sentences to him. Mortification bled through the warmth expanding in his chest.

Chat Noir’s grin became sharp, as if he could hear the hazel-eyed blond’s heart beating in time to the heroine’s name. “You and I aren’t so different; I was the same way for Ladybug. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

~~~

He refreshed the Ladyblog and scrolled through the latest posts for possibly the hundredth time, the habit becoming a daily routine for the blond. There was no real evidence of Multimouse’s existence, merely anecdotal or the occasional passing comment about a pink jump rope appearing during a time of crisis. The only images captured during the Jester akuma were blurry and taken at too far of a distance, Felix checked. Thoroughly. He questioned his memory more with each passing day as little details seemed to slip away, like a well-worn film played so many times that the sound and images began to distort. He could recall that her voice and laughter were sweet but why was it so hard to remember the exact tone? Was she really as lovely as in his dreams? Did her eyes sparkle like the sun glancing off a lake’s surface or were they more like the color of a cloudless sky at noon? What was the shape of her face like again? Did she have freckles?

Frustrated, the blond refreshed the page yet again.

The next time that Felix visited Paris, he watched the skies for a streak of grey and pink. No matter how many akumas appeared, it was simply the original pair: Ladybug and Chat Noir. His attention was divided between his phone and the skies, constantly hoping for another glimpse of the heroine that stole his heart; enough that even his cousin seemed to notice the level of his distraction.

“Hey Fe, you seem really out of it. You okay?” Adrien asked, concern seeming to drip from every pore.

Felix sighed and dropped his phone back down into his lap, “Yes. Apologies, cousin, I’m simply…” He made a motion with one hand as if scrolling through a list of words before settling on one, “…distracted.”

The model approached and hung himself over the back of the couch like a discarded throw blanket, glancing down at what had captured his interest on the screen. “Oh, are you checking out the Ladyblog? My friend, Alya, actually runs it!”

The hazel eyed teen turned with interest, desperately he tried to keep hope from bleeding into his voice. “Do you know if she has a database of images of the various heroes, perchance?”

“Besides the gallery on the blog itself, no, I don’t think so. Why?”

Felix’s posture deflated a bit as he stifled a groan, “It’s…nothing.”

“Are you looking for a certain hero, maybe?” Adrien innocently asked.

“No!” The Londoner answered a little too quickly, unable to keep his ears from turning bright red as he denied the question emphatically.

A playful grin spread across the green-eyed blond’s face, “Yes, you are, Fe! Who is it? Was it a temporary hero during that attack you were caught up in last time?”

He gripped his phone and clenched his teeth, attempting to stifle the spread of the blush now blooming across his cheeks. Good gods, he would never live this down…but his cousin was a fan of the heroes, surely, he might have some information? He hated feeling vulnerable. Felix pressed his eyes shut as if pained to admit it, his voice coming out as more of a whispered hiss than he would care to admit. “…Yes.”

Adrien seemed to light up, “Really? Who was it?” Bouncing like a puppy with a new toy, the model’s eyes gleamed. “Viperion? Or perhaps Ryuko? Rena Rouge? Or...Carapace?! No judgment.”

Felix scoffed and looked down into his lap pensively, his fingers gliding over the darkened surface of his phone’s screen as he struggled to open up. “No…none of them. She doesn’t appear on the Ladyblog anywhere and there’s no pictures of her in battle…I—”

The model gently set a hand on his shoulder, finally hazel met green. “Hey, it’s okay to have a crush on whoever it is. I mean I…” He watched as his cousin blushed, his eyes looking out the wall of windows with a dreamy, far-off look. Felix couldn’t help but think that his cousin looked like some sort of melancholic-romantic lead pining for their lover. “I’ve…had a huge crush on Ladybug ever since she saved me.”

The formal boy stared at his cousin’s profile, dumbfounded at finding common ground with his lookalike. They had been raised so differently, had lost contact, lost parents, and pursued different routes in life… The model was like sunshine incarnate while the magician resembled that of a thunderstorm. All their lives, Felix had always been compared to Adrien and found lacking. Perhaps they weren’t so different after all?

Adrien sighed softly and turned his gaze back towards him, excited once more. “So? What was she like?”

“She…” He allowed his eyes to drift up briefly as he recalled the encounter once again. “She was…strong and agile. Small, but powerful, like some sort of petite battle angel.”

“Yeah… I’m a sucker for a strong woman, too.” Adrien climbed over the sofa and settled beside him with a chuckle, leaning back so that the model’s face looked up at the ceiling. “And beautiful.”

“Graceful,” Felix supplied with an agreeable hum, lost in thought as his eyes drifted down to his lap once again. Fingers tracing the edges of his phone case as the image of bright eyes framed by a pink mask flooded his memories.

“Kind,” his cousin sighed into the air around them, his mind’s eye bringing forward images of his Lady.

“Capable.”

“Smart.”

“Clever.”

“Confident.”

“…yet adorable.”

“Especially how her nose crinkles when she laughs…”

“Laughter that makes your heart dance.”

“And a smile that makes you feel warm all over.”

“With blue eyes as clear as crystal…”

“Hair the color of the midnight sky…”

Felix laughed wryly, “Almost sounds like we’re in love with the same girl.”

“Oh gods, I think we have a type!” Adrien’s whole body shook with his laughter.

“Seems so, cousin!” The formal boy’s chuckles died out as the original issue arose to the forefront of his mind yet again. “At least you can find pictures of Ladybug all over the blog. Multimouse doesn’t appear on camera nor is she called out much. It’s…It’s like she never existed!” He ran a hand through his hair in visible frustration.

“Yeah, I’ve…uh…heard rumors of a mouse hero. But I’ve um, never seen her myself,” the model admitted while twisting his ring. “Wait! What if I ask Chat Noir – he, uh…patrols nearby sometimes – to get you a picture?”

Felix scoffed at the idea, “That’s not likely to happen. Even that cat mentioned that she is hardly ever called out to help. Besides, I don’t need any of the heroes to find out about my…inclinations. They might think I’m some sort of stalker and never call her out again.” Crossing his arms, he glared at the tops of his knees.

“Oh. Um.” Adrien seemed to deflate a little, his eyes twitching back and forth pensively as if trying to find an answer. “Then…what if you describe her to me and I can try to get my friend to draw her for you? His name’s Nathaniel, he’s really good – even has his own Ladybug comic book! Here, I’ll show you some of his work.”

Felix watched as his cousin pulled up a few screenshots he had saved of the bug heroine – obviously full colored, pre-print cells from the final draft – and was begrudgingly impressed. “That…that might just work. I…” He furrowed his brow and cleared his throat; an uncomfortable tightness having lodged deep in his chest. Hazel eyes rose to look into the model’s face once again, his voice a murmur of gratitude. “Thank you, Adrien.”

A genuine smile stretched across the model’s face. “Hey, what is family for?”

~~~

A few weeks later, a small package arrived at Felix’s door in London with a return address from Paris.

Retreating to the privacy of his room, the blond allowed his emotions to go unguarded as he quickly peeled back the tape with anticipation. A small gasp echoed in the silent room as hazel eyes finally laid upon the contents. Inside the rigid packaging and protected by a stiff plastic sleeve, lay three realistic drawings of various sizes and poses, all professionally colored and inked in a way that made it seem almost like the heroine could jump straight off the page.

“Multimouse…” his whispered voice filled with awe and admiration.

Felix pulled the largest image from the sleeve, an action shot that he had described in great detail – repetitively – to Adrien. Jump rope curled around her waist, ribbons blowing in the breeze, her booted feet together and arms extended above her head as she came down upon the akuma… Suddenly he felt as if he was right back in that moment! The artist had drawn her form as if hovering in the air, looking like an instant frozen in time, and filled in the background with a simple watercolor burst that accentuated the grays, pinks, and dark blues in the rest of the piece. With trembling fingers, he reverently traced the curve of Multimouse’s domino mask. He gazed into the bright blue eyes that had bewitched him and haunted his dreams. Somehow Adrien’s artist friend had even perfectly captured the determined sparkle in her eyes!

Gently setting that drawing aside, he pulled the medium sized image out next and found another action shot of the heroine mid-flight. Jump rope extended beyond the paper’s edges, legs extended behind her in freefall, her eyes partially closed against the wind whipping at her face – it was a beautiful vision! However, what captured his interest and stole his breath was the bright smile stretched across her face. She looked so carefree and relaxed, as if she were simply patrolling the rooftops with the rest of the team. Had they used Ladybug for reference? Or did someone see her recently?

No, if she had been seen, it would have been on the Ladyblog.

Placing that piece beside the other on his desktop, Felix finally pulled the last from the sleeve. Unlike the others, this one was laminated and covered by a sticky note in Adrien’s usual scrawl.

Dear Fe, I asked Nath to make this one small enough to fit in your wallet. We asked my very good friend, Marinette, to pose for it. I hope you like it! ~AA

The hazel eyed teen scoffed and peeled it away, freezing once he revealed the image beneath. The mouse heroine was pictured sitting on the edge of a building, reclined back on one arm while glancing over her shoulder almost flirtatiously, the sunset and Eiffel Tower behind her so that part of her face was cast in shadow. One delicate hand was brushing her bangs from her eyes, a shy smile upon her lips, her body language open and comfortable. The angle was close enough to make out long lashes and a light blush on her freckled cheeks. It almost felt as if she were looking right at him!

Knees shaking from the weight of his overwhelming emotions and eyes still locked on the small drawing, he sat heavily into the desk chair with a sharp creak in protest. Felix raised a hand to his chest, as if trying to calm the rapidly thumping organ currently threatening to flee from his body. His imagination ran wild – supplanting memories of the Jester with daydreams of shy smiles, sweet giggles, and teasing banter as they watched the sunset…

‘Wow…’ thought Felix, looking back over the three drawings before his eyes settled back on the one still in his hand. ‘I don’t know how I’m ever going to return the favor for this… Perhaps I can help my cousin with his crush the next time I visit?’

After all, what could possibly go wrong?

~~~~~~~Author's Notes: I had a this thought and decided to type it up. I'm the only one to blame here. I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I swear, I don't know why my brain spits this stuff out…

Jester lines are modified prose from character dialogue in 'The Court Jester' (1955).

Jester's visuals were inspired by a combination of Spinel (corrupted) from 'Steven Universe', Joker from 'Batman', and Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs from 'Poppy's Playtime'. Disturbing enough? Check.

Marotte: Originally the medieval fool's stick or sceptre, a short rod topped with a small head.

Adrien hints about Marinette's secret mouse identity, said hint goes right over Felix's head.

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prettytranzboy · 1 year

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You were a prince of a far away land, people worship you and you couldn't help that you loved the attention. Your dark chocolate skin in the sun make you glow.

But you had your eye on someone, Vox Akuma. He was your personal guard and one hell of a demon, he says he 20 but the way he talks about his past its seems like he's been alive for a lot more.

It was no midnight, not a sound can be heard in the castle, not even a mouse could break the silence of the night.

You couldn't sleep that night and just stared at the tall castle ceiling, thoughts feeling your head but soonly stop before deciding to get up to get a drink of water. You slips on your slippers as your night gown falls before his knees. You exit your room, you walked down the long dimly lit hallway to your kitchen. As you enter, you look around to fine Akuma out his armor. He was only wearing boxers, once he made eye contact with you he smirks.

"What are you doing up so late in the night, my prince~"

"I should be asking you that, why aren't you in gear nor right at my door?"

"Can't a demon get something to drink~?"

"Nevermind that, since you can't stand in once place, at least get me a cup of water?"

"Of course my prince~"

As Vox was kindly getting you a cup of water, you came up with an idea but not sure to go through with him- I mean his a demon for fucks sake. After lots of debating himself he decided to go through with it, he just hope it'll work on Vox Akuma himself.

"I need you in my room by 12:30 sharp, no later."

Thats all you said when you took the cup from Vox and head back to your room. What felt like hours as you look around your now dimly lit room as you sat on the edge of the bed. As if on cue, Vox slipped in the room like a shadow in the night.

"What do you need me for, my prince~"

Vox smirk, as if he knows your plans, which he did. At that moment, you couldn't mutter a word. Vox inch closer to you, now his hands were on your thigh, centimeters away from your wet cunt.

"Awa cat got your tongue~?"

"S-shut up..."

"So you don't want me to touch you~?"

"I do you dick head! Just hurry up~"

"Alright boy~"

Vox rips your night gown like a beast, now having a perfect view of your pussy. He didn't waste any time and dived in. You moan like a slut as Vox tongue your cunt before taking his long slender finger and inserting one in. As it enter, you couldn't help but let out a high pitch moan. Then he added other, then other, now having three inside of you. Out of nowhere, Vox piston his fingers in and out, he even curled it a few time which made your mind fuzzy.

You were close to cumming on his fingers but Vox quickly slipped his fingers out and smirked again at you.

"Why the fuck did you stop! Please I need to cum~!"

"You'll only cum on my cock, so if I were you I would behave like a good whore you are~"

You stayed quiet as you bit your lip.

"Good boy, now lay down and beg to be fucked into submission by your lord~"

"Please please please Vox, fuck me! I've been good, I need you, I want you please~!"

You laid down as Vox was on top of you, you didnt even notice that his boxers was off and for a moment you regretted your words once you saw his monster of a cock but there was no backing out now.

"Since you ask so nicely, fine but I can't promise I'll be gentle"

Before you could say anything, he shoved his cock inside of you. Tears were forming in your eyes as you grabbed onto the sheets of the bed. You didn't even notice that his cock was bulging out of your stomach.

Vox held onto your waist and started to thrust slowly before speeding up, both of you didn't notice that the bed was slamming against the wall with each thrust he made.

"Fuuuck~ s-slow down you b-beast~!"

"I can't hear you doll~"

Vox leans down and kisses your neck listening to your moans as he fucked you deeply and roughly before removing himself from your neck. You wrap your legs around the demon as he thrust deep into your wet yet tight. You slowly get addicted to Vox's cock, your cunt was still sensitive after the fingering.

"Shiii- Agh~ S-slo-AH~!"

"Can't even form a sentence, shit are you that cock drunk as well~?"

Vox teased you as he continues at his pace, he watches as your slowly get overwhelmed with pleasure. You know no one can give you pleasure like this.

"Y-your such a good boy, you want me to cum inside~? Risk of y-you getting pregnant with my offsprings~?"

You could barely speak but with your tone you surely want the same thing. You can feel yourself about to cum, yet you didn't wanna anger Vox for not ask first.

"I know you wanna cum, you're getting tighter~ your cunt wants my cum deep inside you, fuck your so hot~!"

As if it was wasn't possible, Vox faster than before making you scream. If your parents didn't hear you before they surely did now. You couldn't hold it in anymore and

"Voox~! Cumming~! Gah~ Fuuck~!"

"Thats right bitch, cum for me~! Cum for you lord~!"

You both cum at the same time, Vox filled you up leaving a small yet noticeable inflation in your stomach as for you, you came all over his dick that did not stop while cumming which overstimulated you.

"W-wait~! Too M-m-mu-AH~!"

"D-don't worry baby~ I-I'll be quick~!"

Vox lifts you up, making sure his cock doesn't slip off, and goes as fast as a demon can. You wrap your arms him using the little strength you have left, which wasn't much.

Let's just say Vox being 'quick' is fucking you until the sunrise, you passing out in the middle and no breaks. The best and only fuck you'll ever have~

#bottom male reader #ftm reader #mlm #Vox akuma x male reader #nijisanji x male reader #nijisanji vox akuma #nijisanji smut

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funtomfactory · 3 months

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In memoriam

Now that most of you have read chapter 209 of the manga and have hopefully let it settle in a bit, I would like to give some attention to this.

RIP Snake 3/15/1871 - 12/9/1889

A beloved member of the Phantomhive household and Kuroshitsuji family has passed away. Snake, as we learned, was 18 years old and had no other name. His eccentric looks an dabilities made him a very special character to many who have feelings akin to Snake's: the fact that they desperately want to belong somewhere, despite being an oddity. Snake therefore was a very popular character, even becoming the seventh most popular character of the series according to an official poll, just missing out on the Akuma Six.

Much about Snake remains a mystery. We still don't know what caused his appearance, or how he wound up at the freakshow. I have little hope that we'll find that out yet now that he's gone.

But we will not let his passing go by unnoticed. That's why we announce the following:

Snake's memorial service (#Snake Memorial) Starting this friday, and lasting throughout the weekend, we will honor Snake in the ways fandoms tend to do:

Friday: Memories day. Share your favourite manga/anime moment(s) of Snake and his Snakes.

Saturday: Fan content. Share your fanfictions, fanart, etc. featuring Snake.

Sunday: Speculation day. What headcanons do you have for Snake? Which questions left unanswered do you think you have the solution to? Share your thoughts on Snake on the third and final day.

How to participate? Of course we leave that entirely up to you! If you want us to reblog your posts, use the tag #Snake Memorial or send in something using the askbox or submission page.

Remember: Snake will only truly die if we forget about him as a fandom.

@kurosnakes

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #manga #snake #anime #chapter 209 #ch 209 #snake memorial

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xhanisai · 5 months

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sometimes ladybug can be an idiot.

AO3

Pairing - Ladrien, Adrinette + Marichat

Prompt - 'Purr Purr'

Summary -

'Do all blond boys purr and get cuddly?'

Ladybug sputtered internally, face composed and arms full of one blushy, cuddly (and apparently) purring Adrien Agreste as she leapt from building to building in order to take him to safety. His chest continued to literally rumble like her partner's namesake, vibrating hard enough to make her own chest shake along with his whilst the top of his golden hair rubbed itself under her chin in pure delight. As if he found the key to the highest of the seven heavens and paying zero attention to how the heroine had to perform daredevil-like acrobatics and parkour just to keep him safe.

Like an ignorant little cat.

~(x)~

'Do all blond boys purr and get cuddly?'

Like an ignorant little cat.

The latest Akuma of the day was after him and wouldn't settle for anything less other than ripping the model apart limb from limb or skewering him with his villainous sword and using him as a makeshift javelin so that he could shoot the poor teen all the way to the moon. In fact, Ladybug would have been quite impressed with the Akuma's creative yet morbid threats that spilt out of his feral mouth had they not been directed towards the love of her life. He was determined to turn her purring future husband— ehem, her purring very good friend into a sheesh kebab.

And why, you may ask?

Rewind to thirty minutes earlier. An upperclassman at collège Françoise Dupont had been crushing on Marinette Dupain-Cheng for quite a while; often paying a visit to her parents' boulangerie and buying way too many pastries just to get a glimpse of her at the cashier, sticking around at the front of the school steps in the morning till the bell rings just to see her dart into the building in a rush and even making sure to sit at a table in the cafeteria that was closest to the one she was at during lunch just so he could watch her in his peripheral vision.

Deaf to all of his peers' warnings and paying no mind to a single word they said ("You don't even know if she's single!", "Not a good idea dude...", "Bro, give up!"), he soon mustered up all of his courage and everything to finally, finally ask her out.

In front of everyone.

The apple of his eye, whilst slightly flattered by his grand declaration (or so he thought), was also really uncomfortable and incredibly confused. She politely declined much to the upperclassman's dismay so of course he had to keep insisting and make her change her mind! Just because she's saying "no" doesn't mean that she really means it— she could be playing hard to get like all girls usually do, right!?

Plus, how is he supposed to win her over if she doesn't give him a chance? He's cool, good-looking, older and has moderately good grades! Sure, she has no idea who he is but this is why it's more of a reason for her to agree and go out with him because how else will they get to know each other? All of his exes also said that he's a very good kisser (after much prodding and whining from his side every time they weren't feeling up for a kiss during the times they were together) so surely, once he gets Marinette to go on the date with him and he kisses her goodnight, she'll fall madly in love with him too, right???

He just couldn't see why anyone would turn him down!

However, all of a sudden, Adrien FUCKING Agreste appeared.

Not only did that evil little brat give him such an intimidating glare that it sent paralysing fear down the upperclassman's spine but he also had the balls to grab Marinette in his arms and envelope her tiny frame within!? All whilst glaring at him!?!? (He was only a few centimetres shorter than the upperclassman too so why is this blondie allowed to be so scary!?) And the cherry on top???

The way that Marinette stared up at Adrien with literal pink heart eyes and wearing the most adorable blush he'd ever seen, as if she belonged in that stupid model's embrace. He swore, SWORE to all the Gods and ancient powers he could ever think of that he saw Adrien Stupid-greste smirk triumphantly when Marinette relaxed and hid her face into his chest with a quiet squeal! So obviously that was more than enough of a reasoning for the upperclassman to get akumatised and gut the golden-haired stinking cat, right?!

And soon, he succumbed to the smooth, seductive voice belonging to the notorious villain and didn't waste any time to accept his offer of supernatural power in exchange for the miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Present Too caught up in her thoughts, Ladybug didn't catch the happy mumblings from the teen in her arms who continued to act like he was forever stuck in bliss and ecstasy and was practically cuddling her.

"Hehhe~ mine ♡ My Lady, my Marinette, mine ♡♡♡ I love you, I love you, I love you~ we're so getting married and will have a million babies and live on an island together with a pet hamster~!"

Ladybug continued to stay wrapped up in her thoughts even after she successfully put Adrien in a safe place, was joined by her beloved Chat Noir and when they instantly took down the Akuma at record-breaking speed. She managed to clock how similar Adrien's and Chat Noir's behaviours were when compared together and yet all she concluded in her insanely intelligent brain was that it was just a 'blond-haired, green-eyed boy' sort of thing.

Oh well.

At least the upperclassman will finally leave her alone. For now? She has to deal with her purring, giggly partner whose arms are practically glued around her waist like the lovesick kitten he is. At least her Chaton is the cutest thing ever. And if anyone saw her pressing lots of kisses on his fluffy head— shush.

OMAKE

"Months! You knew that I was Ladybug for months and you didn't tell me?" Marinette scolded the big black and yellow puddle of happy goop on her lap, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed whilst he continued to watch her with those big, glittery greens of his that made it absolutely impossible to stay mad at him. Even his belt tail curved itself into the shape of a heart from time to time before deciding to wrap itself around her ankle as if it were an extension of her partner's feelings.

Technically, she wasn't as mad as she wanted to sound but dammit, she had to teach her silly Chaton a lesson!

"Actually, I'd say I've known for over half a year now, ma Princesse," He leaned up from her lap with a mischievous smile and quickly pecked her nose to get her to blush just the way he liked it. Dieu, he wanted to kiss her so badly on the lips. Judging by the way she bloomed in a brighter pink colour, she must have realised his wishful intentions.

"H-Hey! Bad Chaton! Keep your lips to yourself!" Her flustered stutter only worsened mid-sentence, unconsciously melting into the leather-clad hand that lovingly cupped the side of her face.

Dammit.

"But I love giving you kisses~" He flashed her his iconic kitten eyes, faux ears drooping and brows furrowed. "I can't let a single second go without making My Lady feel loved, non?" He pressed a couple more kisses on her cheek, each getting closer and closer to her lips. "Besides...I feel like from now on, I should wear some lipstick and kiss you all over so that no more annoying boys will pester you for a date when I'm right there. Hmmph."

"What do you mean when you're right there— " And then, and finally fucking then, everything clicked for Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the two blond-haired, green-eyed purring boys in her life turned into one. "ADRIEN!?!??!"

Bisou.

~(x)~

#my writing #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #ml fanfiction #ml fanfics #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #chat noir #adrinette #adrienette #ladrien #marichat

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eddo-tensei · 1 year

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More thoughts on Derision (Spoilers, obviously)

I think it's amusing that the default counter-argument to anyone who criticizes this episode boils down to "Well, you're just a Chloe Stan!" Which is something I had to deal with myself recently. Apparently, you can only hate this episode if you're a Chloe apologist. First off, hi, I'm Eddo. I wrote a fanfic where Chloe literally gets thrown into the dirt and suffer an allergic reaction to cacti, both times being her own fault. I feel like my Chloe Stan license should be revoked after that.

Anyways, I'm not surprised with the direction they went with Chloe in Derision. It's been stated since around Season 4 that Chloe was on a "Damnation Arc", so they've been doing everything they can to make her worse and worse. So, I'm not surprised or even angry that they continued this here. I'm annoyed, but not angry. What I AM angry about would be the other characters who got mangled in this shitshow.

Writers? Could you please stop having Chat threaten people with Cataclysm after he's shown regret doing it to people by accident TWICE?! This has happened three times now, counting what happened with Scarabella. Yes, I know he did this before with Darker Owl, but that just makes it worse because that happened right AFTER he regretted doing this to Monarch. You know, the guy who's been tormenting and attacking everyone for over a year? I guess to Chat, Damocles and Kim deserve it more for ripping away a fantasy and pulling a shitty prank respectively.

I know I complained about this a lot already, but this needs to be stressed upon. If we're going to take Cataclysm seriously, especially with what later episodes showed us, maybe DON'T have your hero threaten people with it for relatively petty reasons? "BUT IT'S FOR TRUE LOVE!!!1!!" Yeah, no. When he tried to do it on Darker Owl, Ladybug told him to cut that crap. It then happened again with Dark Humor with Ladybug telling him not to do it. It doesn't matter if it's for "true love." Both times he did this so far, Ladybug made it clear that this was a bad idea. So, maybe you guys should stop trying to encourage it. I refuse to believe that Chat believes that Monarch is more deserving to live after everything that he did than Kim after what he did. Speaking of Kim...

My friendly neighborhood dumb jock, why would the writers do this to you? When we only had the leaks to go by, I actually tried to scour for any interactions Kim had with Marinette and I can confirm that with the revelations we got in Derision, they REALLY don't make sense. Yes, Kim was a bit of a douche in the first season. Origins had him push Ivan around to the point of being the trigger for the Akuma. But he wasn't THIS much of a douchenozzle. Moreover, I have a hard time believing Marinette would be as friendly as she is with Kim throughout the series given what he did to her as revealed in this episode. Also, I know this is going to sound offensive, but...Kim was Marinette's first crush? Really? That's what you're going with? I'm not trying to insult Kim, but there was NOTHING that hinted to this. I can't help but think this was the thought process of the writers when they brought this up:

"So, we need to have Chloe do something to Marinette that would explain why Marinette struggles to be with Adrien. It has to be something big and traumatic. More importantly, it has to involve Marinette actually having a past crush that Chloe ruined and it has to be a character we're familiar with, so we can't make up an OC for it. We can't use Nino because he had a crush on her and it wouldn't make sense for her to reciprocate. We can't use Nathaniel because his crush went almost completely unnoticed by Marinette and he's also gay now. We can't use Ivan because he likes Mylene and we can't complicate that. We can't use Max because most people think he's ace and subverting that would piss a ton of people off. Oh, and we can't have it be any of the girls either because our show would get cancelled if Marinette isn't straight. So, let's just make it this guy."

"This. Fucking. Guy."

I'm having a hard time thinking of any other reason. I know some people theorized in the past that Kim and Marinette might've had a thing, but I don't think they held any water. Even now, however, I really don't think people should be happy it was canonized in this way.

I always held the belief that Chloe was responsible for Marinette's behavior, but my idea of it was that Chloe had been bullying Marinette for a long time and those years of sustained bullying took its toll on the poor baker girl that made it difficult for her to not only open her heart to people she loves, but have difficulties making friends in general until Alya came along. Yeah, Chloe doesn't look good in this case either, but it would've been more reasonable and would probably resonate with a lot more people who probably had to deal with bullies messing with them for a long time because these effects usually aren't instant. They get built on for a long time and it can really mess up their perception on things.

I think a good story would've been Marinette having to heal from that sustained trauma and while it is difficult since nobody can just quickly heal from trauma, it'd be a good journey for Marinette to be able to open up again with Alya and Adrien being just the first two pieces Marinette needs for her recovery.

But now, instead of all that, it turns out Chloe just pulled a prank that just unleashed a cavalcade of trauma on Marinette all at once that is hyper-specific to how she handles her crush that Adrien and ONLY Adrien can heal. All the while, it turns out that the prank was actually pulled by a guy who I really thought was just kinda fun and cool, but now I can't talk about him in the same way again because he's been thrown under the bus for the sake of this nonsense plot that's difficult not to call a full-on retcon. Do you know what I can call a retcon, though? Or rather who?

I am sorry to all of the people who are probably stanning Socqueline right now, but I CAN'T vibe with her. I'm not saying you're not allowed to like her either, because that would be dumb, but I DON'T like how she was presented in Derision. First off, to get this out of the way, we're no strangers to characters being introduced out of nowhere. Felix and Zoe are both characters that come to mind. The thing is you can at least explain their respective absences easily. Felix had likely been distant from Adrien for a long time with him only coming in out of obligation with Amelie. Zoe is actually even more easy to explain given that she was shoved into a boarding school by Audrey and wouldn't really be able to connect with any of the characters until she was forced to transfer. Socqueline, however, does not have that luxury and cannot be easily explained away not only with how we found her, but for the fact that there was NO hint to her existing until Season 5 and that is inexcusable given how much importance this character now has. To put it in perspective, this is how we are introduced to Socqueline in Jubilation:

Marinette: That fake Ladybug from this morning, I think it was Socqueline, a school friend from last year. Knowing her, I’m sure she means well. But I have to convince her to stop putting herself in danger like that.

That's it. She just calls her a school friend. Yes, it's clear that she's at least important enough for Marinette to remember her name, she was just called a school friend. At the very least, she did have an interesting story with her trying to be Ladybug in order to help people. Of course, she had to be talked out of it because it's causing issues with the real Ladybug, but it's a decent story and Socqueline had only made a few appearances here and there.

And then Derision.

Yes, Socqueline referred to Chloe as "that monster", so it's clear that they planned her to have something against Chloe since her first appearance. However, Derision showed us that Socqueline wasn't just a school friend. She was Marinette's closest confidant in the school years prior to the start of the series. She actively protects Marinette from bullies, particularly Chloe, and was clearly a huge inspiration for her until Chloe got her suspended from school.

First off, in case I haven't made it clear, we haven't seen Socqueline AT ALL until Season 5. Not even a hint to her existence. So given how significant she was made out to be in Derision, WHY HASN'T SHE MADE ANY APPEARANCES IN THE SERIES BEFOREHAND?! She doesn't even have the excuse of being outside of Paris like Felix and Zoe do because she's STILL there and in an arts and crafts store no less, which probably would've been a great place for Marinette to hang out in with her friends if the writers thought this through. But they didn't and Socqueline's debut comes off as severely jarring because we have this character who was really important to Marinette's life just not show up until she started cosplaying as Ladybug.

Secondly, it muddles Marinette's own backstory as well as severely hampering the significance of Alya. Now instead of being alone with nobody to help her against Chloe, which makes her friendship with Alya all the more stronger, Marinette just had this super cool friend who was always there for her until mean ol' Chloe got her kicked out of school. Doesn't that sound like something you'd see in a fanfic, specifically one that's salting Alya given how Socqueline was depicted as Marinette's BFF?

Thirdly, if Chloe was able to get Socqueline suspended so easily, then why hadn't she been able to do that with the other students? Yeah, she got close with Alya, but that didn't stick. If Chloe really had the ability to just make students disappear even if it happened once, she would NOT hesitate to try and do this again with any other student who slighted her, ESPECIALLY Marinette. But she doesn't. Once her attempt on Alya failed, she didn't try again. Hell, LILA had more attempts to get Marinette kicked out of school than Chloe did and actually got closer to doing it than Chloe would ever get, which is weird since she doesn't have the title of "Mayor's Daughter" to throw around like Chloe would. This just feels like something done to explain away why Socqueline didn't show up in the series which doesn't work because she's STILL IN PARIS and I'm pretty sure Marinette would be more than happy to meet with Socqueline given how close they were, but that never happened.

Fourthly, I'm guessing nobody felt like pointing it out because it felt too obvious, but doesn't Socqueline just come off as the writer's answer to Bridgette? You know, the older Marinette based on the anime PV that some fan writers implement into their own stories? Yeah, she's not one-to-one similar to Marinette like Bridgette is, but it definitely feels like another instance of the writers pulling stuff out of fanon just to put a canon spin on it. And like all the other instances, it's a bad spin.

Lastly, this whole incident with the prank and Socqueline's suspension took place a few months before Origins. Not even a year at the earliest. It was specifically stated that Socqueline was suspended three weeks before the end of the school year. Given how close that time gap, the way everyone behaves in Origins makes almost no sense. Marinette would be a lot more horrified of Chloe if Derision was anything to go by and Chloe would be more willing to try and cast Alya out so Marinette doesn't have any allies given that Derision showed Chloe REALLY wanting to make sure nobody helps Marinette. The only point I could even give any leeway to is Kim and even then, again, he's not that much of a douche in Origins as he was in Derision. So, really, it all just comes off as a blatant retcon specifically to try and explain the new direction the writers are taking with certain characters. And do you want to know the dumbest thing? Apparently, Socqueline was such an inspiration to Marinette that the latter changed her hair to be more like Socqueline's.

No, seriously. That's also how they explain why Marinette has different hairstyles. I know Expository Hairstyle Changes are a thing in fiction, but this is just awkward as hell given how traumatic and melodramatic the whole thing is. You don't need to say that Marinette's hairstyle came from someone who she considered a hero because nothing about Marinette indicated that her hairstyle is important. This isn't like Josuke changing his hairstyle to be based on the man who saved him as a child. It's a purely cosmetic change that's suddenly given a shit-ton of significance because now it's connected to this horribly traumatic incident. In fact, you know what this reminds me of?

Actually, the whole segment where this Linkara clip came from seems to sum up a lot of things wrong with Derision. It's not just bad because it makes some characters look bad or introduces stuff out of nowhere. It's bad because now everything in the flashback is now part of all of the characters! Every prior episode will now have to be viewed with a lens tinted by the events of this episode. Now nobody can discuss Kim without people salting on him for the prank, now nobody can talk about how important Alya's friendship with Marinette because of Socqueline's sudden boost in significance (In fact, it's very likely that Alya salters will try to use Socqueline as a replacement friend), and now nobody can speculate the intrigue of Marinette's past because EVERYTHING about her behavior is linked to this specific incident and nothing else. That's what pisses me off about this episode. That's why I share that Double D meme so frequently. I could care less about how much of a monster Chloe was depicted to be in this episode, but I am going to complain when other characters are butchered in the process. I will complain about one thing concerning her, though.

Isn't it amazing that you can tell the writers are trying DESPERATELY to squish any and all positive interpretations of Chloe, even trying to downplay parental neglect because "this character also didn't have a mom and they didn't turn out this way" even though Mylene's and Chloe's situations are still VASTLY different? You can make the argument that Audrey's absence doesn't excuse Chloe's actions. In fact, I don't think it really does either, but saying that there's only one valid response to an absent parent is EXTREMELY insensitive to people who might be going through similar situations.

Oh, and to cap this all off? This is the favorite episode of one of the main writers. Said writer possibly being considered to be the new director for Season 6 of Miraculous and onwards. I'm not gonna name which one for obvious reasons, but it's been confirmed.

I feel like this is a good indication that you need to hop off this series.

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