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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 13 - Darkblade

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“Alright, class. Before you head out, don’t forget that class election for representative. We have Chloe running for the position with Sabrina as her deputy. Any other candidates?” Miss Bustier asked.

Alix looked around the room. No one raised their hand for a few moments before Kim did. She raised a brow as Chloe and Sabrina shot him nasty looks before he lowered his hand. She rolled her eyes as the door opened. She raised a brow as Marinette came in, apologizing while making up some excuse for her tardiness.

“Alright. Well, I’ll give you all to the end of lunch to decide if you’d like to run for candidate,” Miss Bustier announced.

The lunch bell rang, and the class dispersed. Alix headed to the courtyard when she was pulled aside by Rose. She yelped as Rose dragged her along into a group with Juleka, Adrien, Nino, and Nathaniel.

“What is going on?” Alix demanded.

“We need your help. We need to stop Chloe from running again, dude,” Nino said.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is. She’s not that bad, right?” Adrien asked.

“She’s a little monster,” Juleka whispered.

“Why does this include me?” Alix asked.

“Because Chloe fears you, dude. Can’t you, like, intimidate her or something?” Nino pushed.

“Please. Even if I did, someone else would need to fill her shoes as class rep. Any of you gonna do it, cause I sure as hell ain’t,” Alix retorted.

The group muttered and mumbled to one another as Chloe and Sabrina joined them. Chloe shot Alix a cautious side eye before approaching.

“Hello, everyone. I just wanted to stop by and remind everyone of my candidacy for class rep. I’m also here to remind you all why you shouldn’t run against me,” Chloe said.

“Yeah? And what do you have on any of us?” Alix challenged.

“Oh, let’s see now. Rose, I’ll kick you from scrapbooking club. Nino, I’ll share all the videos of you skateboarding on school grounds to the principal. Adrien, we’re friends, so I don’t need to worry about you. That and you’re far too busy being a model. Oh, Juleka, you already know what I’ll do to that ghost of a brother. Nathaniel, I don’t need to worry about you. And, Kubdel, I’m sure-.”

Alix stepped into Chloe’s personal space. “Say it and you’ll really learn the meaning of fuck around and find out.”

Chloe gulped and retreated with Sabrina.

“Woah, dude! See? You could really put Chloe in her place and even run for class rep,” Nino stated.

Alix sneered and faced the group. “No. I’m not going to sit here and fight your battles for you. I’ve no interest in this nonsense. You want to dethrone Chloe, do it yourselves.”

Alix left the group and headed for the school exit.

“Alix, wait!” Marinette yelled.

Alix groaned and waited as Marinette joined her.

“Alix, do you think you could run against Chloe for class rep?” Marinette asked.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I got done telling the others I won’t. I could care less about being a candidate. If you want someone to take Chloe down, why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Oh! Uh, well, you know, right?”

Alix raised a brow.

“Look, we’re not you Alix. We’re not as strong or brave enough to face Chloe. You’re the only one aside from Adrien, but he can’t. That just leaves you. Please, we need someone to take her down.”

“I. Don’t. Care! I’m not running for some stupid position as class rep just to deal with all of you and your pathetic, weak asses. You want to be strong and brave? Then change and become that. You certainly won’t if you let someone else always fight your battles.”

“But-!” Marinette started.

“No. I’m done. Either do something about it, or shut the fuck up and deal with it. I’ve no intention to do anything, so I’m going to deal with it. Either you do the same, or actually do something for once instead of being a stuttering, clumsy, pathetic fool!”

Marinette’s eyes widened, but she remained silent. Alix let out a breath as she felt countless eyes burn into her. She scoffed, turned, and left. She headed for home when she heard Tikki squeak from her hat.

“Alix, I commend you for your decisions regarding Chloe, but you were a little too harsh with Marinette,” Tikki reprimanded.

“Look, maybe, but I’m angry and I’m hungry. Mix the two and it’s a horrible combination.”

“That’s not an excuse.”

Alix growled. “Look, can you get off my back until I’ve at least had food?”

“Fine, but this isn’t over.”

“So, are there any new candidates?” Miss Bustier asked.

Adrien glanced around the room. No one raised their hand or moved to challenge Chloe. He considered running against Chloe for the class, but Chloe was right. He was too busy to run with everything his father had him doing.

“Well, given that Chloe and Sabrina are the only ones running, there’s no need to vote. So, Chloe and Sabrina-,” Miss Bustier started.

“I’ll run!” Marinette announced.

Adrien turned and smiled at Marinette with the rest of the class. He admired how she stood with such defiance but couldn’t help noticing the fear in her eyes.

“Wonderful! You’ll need to develop your campaign and have a speech ready by tomorrow.”

The last bell rang for the day. Adrien headed out as he saw Marinette and Alya surrounded by Rose, Juleka, Nino, and Ivan. Rose eyed Alix and dragged her into the group. He smiled and sighed as he headed out to fencing.

Adrien arrived and changed into his gear. He sparred with a few students before he sparred with Mr. D’Argencourt. They danced around the mat before Mr. D’Argencourt held out his arms. He rushed forward to claim victory when Mr. D’Argencourt parried and sent him to the floor, disarming him.

“Wow, Mr. D’Argencourt, that was some move! I’ve never seen you this on fire before. That was some attack,” Adrien praised.

“It ought to be. That particular maneuver hither was developed by mine ancestor, Darkblade.”

“Darkblade?”

“In the days of yore, Darkblade conquered Paris and ruled over it with an iron fist. Until he was overthrown thence by a wealthy Frenchman who used his dirty gold to buy the loyalties of the common people. To think that not so long ago, my ancestor’s flag was waving above Paris.”

“Is that why you ran in the election, Mr. D’Argencourt? To seek revenge on you ancestor’s behalf?” Nadja Chamack asked.

Adrien and Mr. D’Argencourt turned to see Nadja with a cameraman.

“Par le fer! Who dost we have hither?” Mr. D’Argencourt demanded.

“Nadja Chamack. Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news. Do you have anything to say about your quote-unquote, ‘landslide defeat’?”

Mr. D’Argencourt didn’t answer. Nadja opened her mouth, but gasped when Mr. Haprele showed up and shooed her and the cameraman out of the school.

“Here endeth the lesson,” Mr. D’Argencourt said.

Adrien hummed and headed to the locker room. He checked his phone to see Chloe had invited him to the launch of her campaign at City Hall. He frowned, hesitant to go. He wanted to support Chloe because she was his friend, but he didn’t appreciate her blackmailing his friends. Maybe if he went, he could reason with her about her approach.

Adrien changed and headed out of the school. He paused near the entrance as he saw Mr. D’Argencourt pestered by the news crew. He scurried over to Gorilla as Mr. D’Argencourt was transformed into a knight in black armor. He took a step back as Gorilla stood out in front of him. He ran back into the school and hid.

“Plagg, let’s go. It’s time to transform. Plagg, claws out!”

Alix sat on the ground at Alya’s feet in City Hall. She fumed at being dragged around by them to Chloe’s campaign launch. She tried to flee, but Alya pinned her down and strapped a kid’s harness to her. She tried to resist by not moving, but Alya just dragged her along on a leash. She made other attempts to free herself but couldn’t get the harness off and Alya didn’t give her any slack.

“I’m pleased to welcome you all to the official launch of Chloe’s electoral campaign. And a special thanks to world-famous rock star, Jagged Stone, for endorsing her,” Andre Bourgeois announced.

Alix glanced over at the table that Jagged Stone sat at. Chloe stood next to him as the pair high-fived. Their class gasped in awe at the gesture. Alix growled and rolled her eyes. She grunted as Alya dragged her along again now the line moved as everyone grabbed an autographed album from Jagged Stone.

“And when you vote for me, you’ll get free tickets to Jagged’s next concert,” Chloe announced.

Alix growled as she was pulled around. She glared up at Alya as Alya got her autographed album along with another one. They joined the girls as they stood off to the side.

“You have your bribe. Can I go now?” Alix asked.

“Aww, but we’re going to head to Liberty. Didn’t you want to join us?” Rose asked.

“What the hell is a Liberty?”

“My mom’s ship, and where I live,” Juleka answered.

“Oh, well, I would love to go if I had a choice in the matter. But no! I’m on a damn leash!” Alix screamed.

“Well, we should be able to let her go, yeah?” Mylene asked.

“Please. It’s where she belongs like the rabid dog she is,” Chloe remarked.

“The fuck did you say? Why don’t you stoop to my level and say that to my face?” Alix challenged.

Chloe moved forward but was stopped by Andre. He released Alix from the harness before he stood beside Chloe again.

“I think that’s enough. Go home, Alix. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Then tell your bitch of a daughter to mind what she says. Daddy can’t protect her forever. Or before, could you?”

Andre sneered. “Leave now before I have you forcibly removed.”

Alix spit at Andre’s feet and left City Hall. She headed for home when she spotted a parade of dark-armored knights on route to City Hall. She ducked into a nearby alleyway as the leader transformed every citizen in his path into another knight for his army.

“Lovely. Alright, Tikki, we gotta transform and find Chat Noir. Tikki, spots on!”

Tikki disappeared into the earrings and transformed Alix into Bloody Bug. Bloody Bug swung up onto the rooftops as she scanned the horizon for Chat Noir. She spotted him coming from the Pont des Art. She waved him down as they met on a nearby rooftop.

“Glad you could wait for me, Bug,” Chat Noir remarked.

“Surprised to see it’s not me rushing into battle first. What’ve you learned?”

“The victim is a that man that lost the mayoral race. D’Argencourt, I think.”

“Heard. Any ideas or plans on how to tackle this?”

“Maybe we could get Lady Tigress?”

Bloody Bug frowned. “I don’t think Lady Tigress is going to help here. Unless you want to use her as a distraction and have her transformed into a knight.”

“What? No! But we could-.”

“No. And I don’t think Bomb Bee’s Venom will work with them in armor. Carapace’s shields might be nice, but there’s also the matter of the army and getting overwhelmed.”

“Exactly, so we should get Lady Tigress.”

Bloody Bug clenched her teeth as she grabbed Chat Noir’s bell and pulled him down. “How about this. You go and distract them while I go get the miraculous.”

“Can do, Bug.”

Bloody Bug released Chat Noir. She watched him chase down the crusade while she headed for Wang Fu’s massage shop. She slipped in through the window to find Wang Fu mediating.

“Greetings, Bloody Bug. Come for some assistance?” Wang Fu asked.

“Assistance and a major ask.”

“Oh? What’s going on?”

“Look, I know you said that we’ll give miraculous to those we trust and give them back. Could we possibly, I don’t know, let Lady Tigress keep hers?”

Wang Fu frowned and raised a brow.

“Look, I know, but Chat Noir is completely smitten with her. I don’t want to reward whatever is going on, but I need him to focus. He’s already asking for her back, even if she’s not going to be useful against this Akuma.”

“That seems like more of a reason to not let her have it again.”

“Oh, for… Chat Noir’s a teenage boy and those fuckers only think with one head. What else did you honestly expect when you gave us the miraculous? And I’d rather he be a damn show pony than a sulking bitch.”

Wang Fu sighed. “This is very unorthodox, but very well. Give me the address of the girl and I’ll see it dropped off.”

Bloody Bug nodded and wrote out the address while Wang Fu grabbed the miracle box. She handed him the address while she looked over the jewels. She settled on the rooster’s rings.

“Thank you and… sorry for, well, myself.”

“No apologies needed, but this will count for your pick for your team.”

“Very well. I’ll return.”

Bloody Bug headed out to City Hall. She found Chat Noir taking on the army of knights before the leader challenged him. Their duel interrupted as Chat Noir was chased by more knights while the leader approached Jagged Stone. She jumped in, scooped up Chat Noir, and dove inside City Hall.

“It’s Bloody Bug and Chat Noir!” Andre cheered.

“Bloody Bug! Chat Noir! What do we do?” Rose asked.

Bloody Bug looked around at her classmates. They were all present save for Chloe.

“Barricade the doors and windows, then get to safety. Don’t let the knight-,”

“Darkblade,” Chat Noir cut in.

Bloody Bug stifled a growl. “Don’t let Darkblade get near you. He’ll be sure to add you to his army with Jagged Stone and most of Paris.”

Everyone nodded. They moved to barricade the door and retreated. Bloody Bug watched them leave save for Chloe, who was missing.

“So, where’s Lady Tigress?” Chat Noir asked.

“She won’t be joining us for this one.”

“What? I thought you were-.”

“Bloody Bug?” Chloe whimpered.

Bloody Bug and Chat Noir turned around to see Chloe peek out from behind the front desk. Bloody Bug moved around and helped Chloe up.

“Is it over? Is that knight gone?” Chloe asked.

“No, but-,” Bloody Bug started.

“What’s this?” Chat Noir asked.

Bloody Bug glanced over to see Chat Noir holding an odd book with a pink and white polka dot cover. She swiped it away from him and skimmed through it. She landed on an entry that described the experience of being a hero and getting to fight alongside Alya and Nino. She closed the book and stuffed it into her yo-yo.

“Hey! I needed that!” Chloe yelled.

“We’re talking about this later, Chloe. Right now, we need to save Paris.”

“We?” Chloe and Chat Noir echoed.

Bloody Bug held out the chained rings. “Chloe Bourgeois, in my hand is the miraculous of pretension. Wield this with honor, bring down the foe that threatens our city, and return them to me once the battle is over.”

Chloe’s face lit up as she slipped on the rings. An orb shot out, circled her, then formed into a rooster kwami.

“Hiya! I’m Orikko, kwami of pretension.”

“Well, hello. I’m Chloe Bourgeois, your, uh, what am I?”

“Don’t worry about it. Orikko, tell her what she needs to know,” Bloody Bug said.

“Right! Chloe, with me you have the power called Sublimation. It grants you any power you wish that doesn’t belong to another kwami. To transform, you need only say ‘Orikko, sunrise.’ Then say, ‘Orikko, sunset,’ to de-transform.”

Chloe grinned. “Orikko, sunrise!”

Orikko disappeared into the rings. Chloe’s outfit transformed into an orange two-tone halter top, orange ballgown gloves, navy blue pants, thigh-high yellow boots, and a navy blue pleated skirt cape. Her ponytail came undone as her hair fell around her and a feather pen appeared nestled in it. Gold bands adorned her gloves, shirt, hip, and boots as a diadem sat on her forehead with a fleur-de-lis.

Chloe gasped as she twirled around. “I look fabulous!”

“Stunning. Now, you need a name,” Bloody Bug said.

“Hmm. What about, uh, well, hmm.”

“How about Gallic Chick? Sound good?” Bloody Bug asked.

“Hmm, I like it. Gallic Chick it is.”

“Alright, Gallic Chick, we need you to keep the army at bay while Cat and I target the leader. Can you do that?”

“You got it!”

“Good. Let’s go.”

Bloody Bug, Chat Noir, and Gallic Chick burst out of City Hall to find Darkblade’s knights scaling the walls. Bloody Bug motioned to follow as they headed for the roof ahead of Darkblade and his knights.

“Villains! Doust thou think thou can stop me?” Darkblade yelled.

“Uh, yeah? I mean, what are you going to do about it?” Bloody Bug taunted.

“Thou shall see. When mine banner sits upon this castle, all of Paris shall be mine! Attack!”

“In your dreams, loser! Sublimation!”

Gallic Chick’s feather pen glowed. She pulled it out of her hair and wrote in the air, picking the power of obedience. Bloody Bug and Chat Noir exchanged glances as Gallic Chick stepped forward.

“Kneel!” Gallic Chick commanded.

Darkblade and his army paused before they fell to their knees. Bloody Bug and Chat Noir grimaced while Gallic Chick approached Darkblade.

“Release your Akuma,” Gallic Chick ordered.

Darkblade bowed his head. The Akuma flew from his sword, and he reverted to Mr. D’Argencourt. Bloody Bug caught and purified the Akuma. She released it and everyone afflicted reverted to their normal selves. She took a breath and joined Gallic Chick with Mr. D’Argencourt.

“What happened? Where am I?”

Gallic Chick opened her mouth, but Bloody Bug held up a hand that silenced her.

“You were akumatized. Why?”

“Why? To overthrow that usurper Bourgeois and take what is mine,” Mr. D’Argencourt answered.

“For what? The election? You lost fair and square.”

Gallic Chick laughed. “Hardly. It was all perfectly planned. The best way to beat your opponent is to undermine and humiliate them.”

Bloody Bug’s eye twitched. “Chat Noir, go take Gallic Chick inside and wait for me.”

“Fine, but I need to talk to you after you’re done here,” Chat Noir remarked.

Bloody Bug rolled her eyes as Chat Noir left with Gallic Chick.

“What now?” Mr. D’Argencourt asked.

“Look, I’m sorry you lost, and that you’re dealing with whatever you are, but was it really worth getting turned into a dark knight?”

Mr. D’Argencourt sighed. “I suppose not.”

“Good man. Please, try to remember that. And let’s not meet again like this.”

Mr. D’Argencourt nodded. Bloody Bug saw him off before she headed inside. She eyed Chat Noir upstairs, waiting for her, and her classmates back in the lobby. She grabbed Marinette and Sabrina before she joined Chat Noir and Chloe. She sat them down in an empty room and pulled out Marinette’s diary.

“Alright, Chloe, explain why you had this,” Bloody Bug demanded.

Chloe gulped. “Well, I, found it and was going to return it.”

Bloody Bug narrowed her eyes.

Chloe shifted and then sighed. “Fine! I was going to blackmail pigtails here to drop out of the class rep election we have going on. That’s the best way to win.”

“Chloe, that’s the way to make enemies. You saw what happened to that man out there that was the results of your father’s actions. Did you really want to do the same here to Marinette? Did you want to get her akumatized and have her come after you like Evillustrator and Reflekta?”

“Well, that’s what you guys are for. Plus, if she did come after me, you’d be there to protect me. And if you’re there, then what could be better?”

“Chloe, you’re talking about traumatizing someone for your own small personal gain. Is it really worth putting anyone through such an experience?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Marinette muttered.

“Pardon?” Bloody Bug asked.

“Nothing!” Chloe blurted.

“Last year. Kim and the spiders,” Marinette remarked.

“That wasn’t my idea! I just told him you like jokes and he was the one that ran with it. So, not my fault.”

“You recorded the whole thing! You got Socequline expelled over it when she broke your phone to protect me. And now you’re trying to read my diary just so you can win this stupid class rep election. Maybe if you were a nicer person, we’d actually want you in charge!” Marinette yelled as she cried.

“Oh, please. You have no evidence of that. You just of the word of that loser.”

“I saw you that day. I saw you laughing and mocking me as you recorded the whole thing. You and Kim both, and Sabrina too! I was so embarrassed and humiliated. I thought I found someone that liked me, but they turned out to be just like you.”

“Alright, we’re getting off course. Look, Chloe, this is wrong. You shouldn’t be undermining your opponents like this. If you want to win, you need to prove yourself a leader in action, not through force and blackmail. That’s not a leader. That’s a tyrant,” Chat Noir butted in.

“And tyrants bred rebellion,” Bloody Bug added.

Chloe huffed and looked away. Bloody Bug shook her head and tossed Marinette her diary.

“Go on, Marinette. I’m sorry this happened.”

Marinette stood and hugged Bloody Bug. “Thank you for stopping it.”

Bloody Bug grimaced and patted Marinette’s head. She moved away to Sabrina.

“And you, I know you’re Chloe’s lackey. And it was likely you that stole the diary in the first place,” Bloody Bug hissed.

Sabrina whimpered and sunk down.

“Don’t do it again. Now, get out.”

Sabrina nodded and ran out. Marinette hugged Bloody Bug again before she left. Bloody Bug sighed and approached Chloe with Chat Noir.

“Chloe, I cannot reward these behaviors. You have the potential to be a hero, I can see it. However, I cannot entrust you with a miraculous again until I see some change in you in your civilian life.”

“What? But that’s not fair. You can’t cut me out like that!”

“I’m not. I’ll be watching you to see how you’ll change, but I need to see a hero in and out of costume, Chloe. You can still have ruthless tactics, but you need to better use them that isn’t just for personal gain or to harm others.”

“This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous! I did as you told me. I stopped them like you wanted. You should have told me how you wanted it done!”

“I should have, but I also have to trust your actions and you’ll do the right thing in the end. You used your powers as I asked, but the methods of how you achieved that is concerning. Coupled with how you were set on humiliating that Marinette girl for your own personal gain, I cannot allow it until I see change in you.”

Chloe screamed. “Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! You better give me it back or I’ll have Daddy-!”

“Your father has no control over us, Chloe,” Bloody Bug cut in.

“Yeah, and I agree with Bug. I didn’t like what I saw back there. The other heroes have proven themselves, but I share her concern over you,” Chat Noir voiced.

“No one asked you, fleabag!” Chloe spat.

“Right there. I may have been the same way, I can have my moments still and will, but I see now I need to work with Cat, as well as any other heroes we employ. If we cannot work as one, we will fall,” Bloody Bug interjected.

“Speaking of, you didn’t get Lady Tigress like I wanted,” Chat Noir mumbled.

Bloody Bug reached up, pinched Chat Noir’s jaw, and pulled him down to her level. “You owe me big for what I did.”

Chat Noir’s ears perked up. “What did you do?”

“You’ll find out. I’d hate to ruin the surprise.”

Chat Noir’s eyes darted back and forth before they widened. He grinned as he scooped up Bloody Bug in an embrace. She screeched as he spun around, holding her like a doll.

“You’re amazing, Bug! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re my bestest friend ever!”

“Help! He’s crazy!” Bloody Bug screamed.

Chat Noir stopped spinning as he nuzzled Bloody Bug and purred.

“Holy fuck, he purrs,” Bloody Bug remarked.

“This all touching, but back to me,” Chloe demanded.

“Look, I’ll be keeping an eye on you. If I see you doing better and trying to be better, then you can be loaned a miraculous again. Understood?”

Chloe crossed her arms and pouted.

Bloody Bug shrugged. She squirmed out of Chat Noir’s arms and headed for the door. “I’ll see you both later. Bug out.”

Adrien took his seat in Miss Bustier’s class after the first bell. He had been giddy since Bloody Bug hinted that Lady Tigress would be back and permanently. She didn’t say it, but what else could she have meant that would make him owe her? If it was the case, he could see Lady Tigress at the next attack, whenever that would be.

Adrin hummed. Each attack usually happened within a span of a week on average. He didn’t want to wait that long, but what choice did he have? Unless he pulled a move like Chloe and cause someone to get akumatized. The idea made him sick, but it was a little tempting if he could see Lady Tigress again.

“Attention, everyone! I have news regarding the class rep election. Chloe has decided to advocate and withdraw, so by default, Marinette wins!” Miss Bustier announced.

The class all gasped before they celebrated Marinette except for Alix, Chloe, and Sabrina. The other girls pulled Alix into the celebration, but she didn’t participate like them.

“Alright, settle down, class. We have a few other things to go over before All Saint’s holiday,” Miss Bustier said.

Adrien perked up at the reminder of the upcoming holiday. He remembered the particles group project with Alya and Luka. His mind whirled with ideas of ways to possibly get either of them akumatized. Alya already was, so it could happen again. Luka, well, he didn’t like the idea of hurting Luka when he was trying to be friends with Luka, but one time couldn’t hurt, right? As long as he was careful about it and Bloody Bug never learned about it, he could be ok. Besides, he just wanted to see Lady Tigress again and that wasn’t wrong, right? Perhaps he could get Alya to help them both.

The bell rang for their next class. Adrien gathered his things and headed towards his next class. He spotted Alya with Marinette. He hurried over, calling out to Alya.

“Hey, Adrien, what’s up?” Alya asked.

“Could I speak with you for a moment, alone? It’s about our group project.”

“Oh? Certainly. I’ll catch you later, girl,” Alya said.

Marinette nodded and hurried to her next class.

“So, what’s up?”

“Well, I had an idea for the project and something that might interest you.”

“Oh? I’m all ears.”

“It won’t be anything pretty, may result in someone getting akumatized, and also might get Juleka angry with us, but it could lead to a certain discovery,” Adrien warned.

Alya hummed, then smirked. “Well, the stakes are high, but I’m in.”

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seas-of-silver · 9 months

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The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, "Luka—Viperion, I need your help!"

The young rabbit hero quickly motioned to the surprised teenager to get into her portal before desperately shouting out, 'Luka—Viperion, I need your help!'

Luka tsked. 'Civilian and hero identity? Bunnyx, you're slipping.'

Bunnyx growled. Luka put his hands up as he chuckled in mock surrender.

'Be glad you found me when I was home alone, Alix,' he said as he entered the Burrow.

'Who's breaking rules now, snake boy?' Alix grouched, snapping the portal shut and stomping across the Burrow, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him along with a ferocity that made him immediately switch into focus.

Luka knew how playful Alix was; cheeky by nature, a jovial competitor, and while she was a realist, she would be able to find levity in heavier moments. Normally, if he pulled her up on a slip, she'd roll her eyes, cock her hip and sass right back at him with an anecdote of when he himself had stuffed up, just to make it an even playing field. Normally, there'd be a little more banter. This, however, wasn't normal, and it put him on edge. As he observed her, she was pale, sweating, tired, jittery... scared.

'What happened?' he asked.

'No spoilers,' she shot back curtly as she pulled him in front of another portal.

'Hey.' He pulled his wrist out of her grasp. 'If you're going to send me out of my time into something that obviously has you rattled, I'm going to need to know what I'm walking into - which includes what led up to whatever this is.'

Bunnyx sniffled, and that's when he saw it. It wasn't just sweat trailing down her face. Luka wrapped her up in a hug.

'What are you doing, man?' came her muffled voice from against his chest. 'You-'

'I can spare a moment to make sure you're okay,' he told her. She returned the hug, and he felt his shirt dampen with tears. He wasn't sure how long they stood there, but eventually she pulled away.

'Th-the villain, the new holder of the Butterfly,' she began as she wiped her eyes and attempted to refocus herself, 'she's... so much worse that we could have ever imagined. Hawk Moth, Shadowmoth, Monarch - he had at least some boundaries, some morals, some rules about what he did, some lines he wouldn't cross... but her? She's just... there's nothing she wouldn't do, and it's horrifying.'

Bunnyx shivered, her pale facade tinging green.

'Should... should I ask why you couldn't get the Luka of that time?' he asked cautiously. Bunnyx just shrunk in on herself, and his heart sunk at the mortifying, unthinkable reasons she wouldn't, or perhaps couldn't-

'Spoilers,' she whispered with a glimmer of a smile, and he relaxed. So perhaps it wasn't as bad as he wasn't imagining, right?

'We're down a few members of our usual team, and the ones who are fighting are being pushed to their limits,' Bunnyx continued. 'This akuma is complicated, relentless and devastating. When we get on site, I'll inform the team that you're here, and after that, observe, report back to the team, and for goodness sakes - don't let the akuma see you. It'll be game over if you do.'

'What, like Medusa or something?' Luka joked, but at Bunnyx's nod, he grew solemn.

'And that's just one of the akuma's abilities.'

'Shit.'

'Yeah.'

Luka heaved a heavy sigh. 'Anything else I need to know?'

'Don't touch the goo.'

Luka raised an eyebrow.

'Seriously, don't touch the goo,' Bunnyx warned him.

Luka nodded slowly as he called on his transformation. 'Goo is a no-go. Got it.' He looked back at her. 'See you soon, yeah?'

'Yeah,' she agreed softly. 'Be careful.'

He smiled before stepping through the portal. He was halfway through when he felt a hand pull him backwards.

'Wrong portal, dummy!' Bunnyx scolded, shaking her head as she lined him up with the portal to the left of the one he just walked through. 'What would you even do without me?'

'I'd probably be really bored,' he countered as she shoved him unceremoniously through the portal and onto a secluded rooftop.

'I got the young Viperion for you, team' Bunnyx announced into her comms. 'Don't lose him - he can't stay up past his bedtime.'

'Copy that,' he heard the chorus of voices through his earpiece as he put it in.

'See you later, Vipey,' Bunnyx said to him as she slapped his shoulder in farewell.

'Later, Energiser,' he replied, chuckling as she flipped him off before hopping back into the Burrow, the bright portal swirling shut behind her.

~/~

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Hunted pt. 3

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Vampire!reader

Summary: Will Dean warm up to you or continue seeing you as a monster?

Warnings: Pain, wound description, pus, mentions of drinking blood, getting undressed, swearing, mentions of attempted SA, mentions of murder

A/n: AHHH I hope you liked this part!!! There is probably going to be one or two more after this one ;)

Tags: @something-noir @fairy-alix

The smell of bacon and eggs lulled you awake. You can’t remember the last time you ate a home cooked meal. When you were small you’d beg your mom to make French toast every morning, of course she didn’t but when she did it was always special.

You slowly pulled yourself from out of the warm covers and onto the smooth concrete floor. While using the night stand as a crutch you examined your bandaged foot. There was a sickly yellow color seeping through the white fabric.

You sat back down onto the bed not wanting to leave the room in fear you’d over stay your welcome. Something caught your eye though, the once shut door was slightly open just how you asked Dean to do last night.

The gesture made you smile, although it was such a small act of empathy, it was the first act of compassion you’ve been shown since you turned.

Foot steps approaching the door pulled you out of your thoughts and made your heart quicken, thankfully it was Sam.

“Hey, uh I’m here to check the bandages. And I brought you breakfast.”, he awkwardly shifted towards you which caused you to flinch out of habit. “Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”, he set the plate of food on the bedside table and slowly went down on his right knee and gestured you to place the injured foot on his left knee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flinch..”, you whispered and placed your foot for him to examine.

“You’re okay, you’ve had a rough couple of days.”, Sam said giving you a reassuring smile. The way the man looked at you was gentle as if he was afraid to break you. You were used to being treated as a threat so his caring nature felt foreign.

Sam slowly undid the bandages making sure he didn’t hurt you. Once the cut was exposed pus oozed out causing you to clench your jaw due to the pain.

“It’s infected..”, Sam grimaced and reached into the lower draw of the nightstand pulling out a new roll of bandages. “I thought vampires regenerated?”, Sam questioned as he wrapped your foot.

“They do, I don’t have that ability though.”, you replied. Sam nodded softly understanding your situation, “Why are you helping me?”.

“I know what it’s like to feel like a monster.”, Sam said solemnly.

You were shocked, how could a hunter possibly feel like the thing they hunted?

“What do you mean?”, Sam finished wrapping your foot and proceeded to sit next to you.

“I sorta started the apocalypse and was addicted to drinking demon blood.”.

“Wow..that’s um something.”, you fiddled with your fingers and Sam chuckled at your reaction.

“Once your foot feels better you can leave this room if you want.”, he got up and you did the same just slower.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Your brother doesn’t seem to want me here..”.

“Yeah well he has his issues, he’s probably just upset because you took over his room.”, Sam said nonchalantly.

This was Dean’s room? You can’t explain why but you felt your cheeks warm up. The thought of sleeping in his bed made your heart quicken. You internally cursed at yourself, having a thing for a hunter is definitely not a smart idea, plus he wants you dead…but you couldn’t deny it, he was cute.

“Uh, I was wondering if I could take a shower?”, you were embarrassed to ask but you felt dirty and couldn’t stand it.

“Yeah sure, bathroom is down the hall. Towels should be in there.”, he started to leave but turned back, “I uh can get your stuff from your motel if you want?”.

“That would be amazing, thank you so much!”, he nodded his head with a smile and left.

After you finished the plate of food Sam brought, you headed down the hall to where he said the bathroom was.

Once you found it you were surprised to see how large the bathroom was. It almost had a locker room feel to it.

Before undressing you made sure to close the door. When you took of your clothes they basically fell off by themselves. Most of them were in shambles, definitely unwearable. You ignored the bruises and scabs on your knees from the night of the attack and stepped into the shower.

The much needed shower felt amazing, the water cleaned away the dirt and grime from your body. Afterwards you felt refreshed and much more awake. You grabbed a towel from the hanger and wrapped it around your body.

You quickly scurried back to Dean’s room as your wet feet made slapping sounds against the smooth ground. You don’t know how long you were in the bathroom but when you returned to the room Sam had already retrieved your belongings.

You dried off and put on your favorite shirt and sweatpants, although your hair was still dripping down your back, this was best you’ve felt in awhile.

You used this moment as an opportunity to try and make amends with Dean. You made your way down the hall way, opposite direction of the bathroom, and eventuality found a room with a high ceiling and a table with chairs surrounding it.

In one of the chairs there he sat, Dean. He was too busy reading a book whose title was in some ancient language to notice your presence.

“De-Dean?”, he looked up at you and gave a pissed off look than returned back to his book.

“So you get to know my name but I don’t get to know yours?”, his words laced with poison.

You inched closer to the table and he didn’t seem to care so you took a chair and sat in front of him.

“If you wanted to know my name, you could just ask..”, you brought your knees to your chest and stared at him. You were completely in awe of his looks.

“Just because I’m not looking at you doesn’t mean I can’t feel your gaze.”, you got embarrassed and looked away.

“Sorry.”, you paused, “Y/n by the way.”.

“What?”, he said and placed the book down to meet your eyes.

“My name, it’s Y/n.”, you gave him a smile hoping he is warming up to you.

“Well, Y/n, when are planning on leaving?”, he obviously wasn’t warming up to you.

Instead of answering his question you took his book and flipped it upside down, “Hm, I’m not sure if I’m reading this the wrong way or if it’s in a different language.”.

Dean snatched it back trying to suppress a laugh, “It’s enochian, the language used by angels.”.

“Angels? So if you’re reading it does that mean you’re an angel?”, you didn’t know where this sudden surge of confidence came from. You were perhaps delirious due to the pain form your foot.

“No. Although I’d fit the part perfectly, I’m not. My friend Cas is though.”, you laughed at him but when he just started back in a serious manner you knew he wasn’t joking.

“Wait..you know an “angel” and his name is “Cas””, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Yes. Now if you’re just going to sit here and annoy me than I’m going to leave.”, Dean got up and walked up the stairs.

“Nice talk..”, you said under your breath.

The rest of the day you explored the bunker, it was huge and there were many rooms. You eventually circled back to the table room and decided to go back to Dean’s room.

When you entered you were startled by Dean sitting at his desk, “Oh, I’m sorry.”, you awkwardly made your way to the bed but he didn’t pay you any mind. “Could I sleep here?”.

“Sure, I’ll be working on decoding this tablet.”, he said coldly.

You slipped under the covers and were greeted with the familiar scent of whiskey and cheap cologne. Dean’s presence was calming, although he hated your guts you felt safe with him.

You drifted off into a restless sleep. You were back in the alley way, the man had you on your knees and he looked down at you with a sickening smile.

“Please no!”, you screamed.

“You deserve this you dirty fucking monster.”, he started to unbuttoned his pants like he did that night.

You blacked out again but when you woke up it wasn’t him that was dead, it was your family.

“NO! No god no oh my god..”, you were crying and kicking in your sleep. You kept screaming for your parents and repeating that it was all your fault.

Dean shook you awake, “Hey! Y/n! Wake up!”, you jolted up and looked at Dean who was in shock.

Before you or him could grasp the situation you fell into his arms and he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. The hug was awkward at first but he basically melted into you after a minute.

“You’re okay, I promise.”, he whispered.

It was at this moment Dean realized how human you were. You were broken and scared like how he was when he was a kid. His heart ached remembering everything you went though and the things he said to you.

“Am I.”, you croaked, “Really a monster?”.

“No no, I’m so sorry Y/n.”, he held you closer to him wanting to shield you from the world.

That night you told Dean everything as he held onto you, he shared what him and Sam went through. Both of your lives seemed pretty fucked.

I’m just a few hours you felt closer to Dean than anyone else you’ve met. For so long you both felt alone and you were both desperate for comfort.

“You can stay here as long as you need.”, you pulled back and looked at Dean.

“Really?”, you sniffed.

“Really.”.

A/n: sorry if this may have felt rushed, I kinda wanted to emphasize how desperate both Dean and Y/n are for a sense of comfort and found it in each other.

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imsparky2002 · 10 months

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Mirrorverse Shorts - The Argument

A note. This short and all shorts that follow a filler short shall be in script format.

(IsmaGenie briefly follows Alix and Kim. He floats up to Alix, staring daggers at her.)

IsmaGenie: When this is done, I’m going to have a word with you. And it won’t be pretty.

Aladdix: This is bullshit, Kim!

Kimules: You’re out of line, Alix. You were tryna get her to fight you, when you knew she was sensitive about it.

Aladdix: You’re on her side?! After all that shit she did in freshman year?!

Kimules: You know damn well that’s not the case. You’re heated, and you need to breathe. End of discussion. Oh, and you better hope that Ismael’s cooled down enough by the time he gets here.

*Meanwhile, Zoe is taking Chloe to her room as well. Chloe already looks ashamed, and just wants to get the discussion over with.*

Chloestasia: I know, I know, I’m sorry, ok?! I just couldn’t take it anymore!

CinderZoe: Well the first way to prove that she’s wrong is by not taking the bait. She’s not able to cope with the fact that you’re trying to change, so she’s lashing out. We’re going to talk with her tomorrow, and this’ll start to resolve.

Chloestasia: I don’t hate her, Zoe. I promise, I just thought that if I beat her up there, she’d shut up about it.

CinderZoe: Well that’s not how the world works, ok? Think about it, did anyone else really seem like they wanted you to fail? Do you think everyone in this place hates you?

Chloestasia: No… but they could’ve come to my defence, right?

CinderZoe: They were probably too shocked to respond, and Kim defended you right? And Alix is one of his best friends.

Chloestasia: Yeah… I guess I just lost myself. Well, I’ll apologize to her tomorrow. I don’t even care if nothing changes. I just want to move on.

CinderZoe: Look, how about you sleep on it. Ok? You’ll be calmer in the morning.

Chloestasia: I don’t deserve you, you know that?

*Chloe sighs as she hugs her sister. She still has a lot of work to do, and she's trying her best.

*Alix frowned as she stared up at the ceiling of her room. She had just texted Chloe her apology, which was gratefully accepted. Honestly, she just wanted this day to be over and for everyone to act like nothing had happened. Mostly, she hoped she could avoid Ismael until he calmed down. An angry knock on the door killed that dream*

IsmaGenie: Don’t go thinking you were gonna get out of this! You and me, we’re going to have a talk!

Aladdix: Aw come on, man! I already aplogized, what more do you want me to do? *The genie floats in, not even bothering with any funny illusions or wisecracks. He's hopping mad.*

IsmaGenie: You know as well as I do that you apologized so it would be brushed under the rug, and so you could avoid this moment. Well, not a chance, sister!

Aladdix: Alright, go on. Yell at me and about how I'm the biggest moron in the world. *This actually makes Ismael even more furious. He knows exactly what she's doing. She's pulling an Adrien, well a Past Adrien to be fair, the boy had made a lot of progress from escaping those tactics. He's gonna yell at her alright, and gonna verbally slap some sense into her.*

IsmaGenie: Don’t do that, Alix. Don’t fucking try to pull that with me! You were wrong and you know it, that’s why you’re acting defensive, because of your god-damned pride! You made an ignorant comment at the WORST possible time, and when you were called out for that, you made a complete jackass of yourself, and attacked Chloé in front of not only our friends, but those evil psychos too! You KNOW she’s been working to improve herself, and you’re the only one who still gives her shit about it. Why?! You know what I think? I think you’re taking out your anger towards people from our past on someone who, while they may have deserved it before, doesn’t now! And that’s not okay at Alix, it’s not okay at all! And if Aus was here, he’d say the same thing, and you know it! So don’t go to him like you always do when we have a disagreement. We’re not leaving this room until you LEGITIMATELY admit that you fucked up!

*Aladdix looks stunned, and can barely squeak out a response* Aladdix: I know I fucked up alright? I knew it as soon as I made that comment during her meeting. I knew it all along.

*Ismael blinks, and sputters. Why did she keep going if she already knew she was wrong?*

IsmaGenie: Then what the fuck was all that down there?! If you knew you were wrong, then why did you try and make it worse? Especially in front of people you KNEW would take advantage of the situation!

Aladdix: BECAUSE I WANTED HER TO BE WRONG TOO!... I figured if she fought me, then I could pretend I was right. I know damn well that she's been getting better, ok? I know! I just... it felt good! It felt good to take her down a peg. It's a problem. allright! I like being right, and when I'm not, then I get stubborn. And it just so happens that even if I know Chloe's changed, I still hate her voice, her face, her personality, everything! I don't hate her, just everything she is!

IsmaGenie: And you think you’re the only one?! Half the time, it’s painful for me to be in the same room as her! Same as it is for Ivan, Juleka, Max, Denise, you get the gist! But where you go wrong is that you don’t try to confront and work through those feelings, you just let them boil over and it makes you act like an asshole at the worst possible times!

Aladdix: You're right, ok? It's just... I'll never be able to fully accept her, ok? I can leave her alone, let her do what she wants... but she will NEVER be my friend. I know about the trauma or whatever. But her parents put a roof over her head. I mean, look at Zoe, she was abused too, but she didn't treat me like garbage! And you can say, "Oh, Alix, her mom was so horrible to her, even if it was less than Zoe" BUT AT LEAST HER MOM'S ALIVE! *Begins to tear up* At least she has a dad even if he wasn't that good a parent. *Tears fall down her cheek*

IsmaGenie: *Calming down a little* Al… Aladdix: *Full on sobbing now* Her sister still loves her! *Punching the wall* MY. BROTHER'S. FUCKING. DEAD! *She lets out a rageful scream, before sobbing into IsmaGenie's arms* Aladdix: I HATE IT! IT'S NOT FAIR! WHY DID MINE HAVE TO DIE?! WHY DOES SHE GET TO HAVE FAMILY?!

IsmaGenie: (Sighs) You don’t have to be her friend, Alix. Hell, I’m sure half of our friends feel the same way. I know that it still hurts, and it’s okay to be angry once in a while. And yes, Chloé doesn’t deserve to be fully forgiven for treating Zoe the way she did. Being abused doesn’t pardon being abusive yourself. I know you feel like she didn’t appreciate what she had, but you have to admit, having no mother is better than having Audrey Bourgeois, even if that doesn’t excuse her treatment of others. But you don’t have to suffer these feelings alone, you have me, you have Austin. You have Kim, Nathaniel, Marc and all our friends. We’re all here for you, you know that?

Alix: *Sniffing* Yeah... *Then frowns* I... I know. I guess I just felt like they were being too soft. Look, *Sobering up, still having watery eyes* I still am gonna hate everything about her... but I won't be a dick about it. I just... is it bad that if Chloe died, I'd only feel bad for Zoe. *Ismael clicks his teeth, oh boy. She was gonna leave Chloe alone, but to genuinely hear that Alix still hated her and didn't care if she died was... brutal.* IsmaGenie: Alix... Most of what you said I can accept. But... you don't plan on doing anything to Chloe, right? *She shakes her head rapidly. She's no killer*

Aladdix: Of course not, just…don’t expect me to be all warm and fuzzy with her! You know that’s not who I am!

IsmaGenie: No, it's just... Alix. We need to talk to the school's therapist. Aladdix: *Genuinely confused. Not even angry, just confused* Why? *Realizing* What about the... I don't care if Chloe dies thing?

IsmaGenie: Well, about that, and about how much you’ve actually been bottling up. This much anger isn’t healthy, Al. I’m worried about you.

Aladdix: *Sighs acceptively* Yeah... you're right. Alright, suppose it's worth a shot.

IsmaGenie: Alright. Let’s try to have a better day tomorrow. Well, as good a day as we can have with those loony counterparts of ours around!

Aladdix: Yeah, you know what? Maybe I'm just talking nonsense, and tomorrow, I'll be totally meh about Chloe! That's better than hating her guts, right? *She knows that she'll probably still find Chloe's face to be punchable, but maybe a little less*

IsmaGenie: (Chuckles) Maybe.

Here’s the argument that took place after the end of our first filler short. As you can see... Alix has some pent-up issues she’s been hiding. Thankfully, both her and Chloe have family and friends that can help them sort out their problems. Thanks to Weeby for helping me with the dialogue. I’ll be working on and hopefully releasing Rose soon to start the second wave of meetings! Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask to share the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

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liebgotts-lovergirl · 2 years

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Fire On Fire: Chapter 2

(Ch. 1)

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Summary: Alix & her 2 best friends get ready to go out on the town for the first time in awhile, which inadvertently brings back a bittersweet memory from a month prior. The young agent tries to figure out how to cope with Lieb's mixed signals and the pain of wanting someone she can only have in one way. WARNINGS: Smut (18+) & Angst

Contemporary: June 3rd, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

In an uncharacteristic act of generosity– which Alix firmly suspected was a product of Winters’ conversation with him earlier –

Lieutenant Nixon had grudgingly allowed her to take the rest of the day off from training so long as she promised to review the necessary Intel for the millionth time before the next day "just in case", so Alix grabbed some food at the mess by herself and headed back into the village.

She'd take care of all that later.

It was a short but enjoyable walk back to the neat row of houses where she was billeted and the slight chill of the English autumn air made her smile. The smokey, overcast sky; the cool breeze rustling through the tree leaves; and the aroma of fresh food wafting from nearby restaurants all reminded her of being back home in Philly.

Arriving at the rustic terraced cottage where she had been staying, she opened the door and was greeted by the sweet sound of silence.

The pleasant elderly couple she was staying with had departed for Wales unexpectedly earlier in the week due to a death in the family, which left Alix with the house to herself for the remainder of her time in Aldbourne, not that she minded.

On the contrary, the tranquility was a pleasant change from the cacophony of the training ground where she spent most of her time.

Examining her manicured nails at the kitchen table, she realized she’d badly chipped one, probably during training. She frowned.

Her best friends had invited her out to the pubs for one last hurrah at around 8 o’clock and she would not be going anywhere with chipped nail polish.

Dashing upstairs to the guest room she slept in, Alix snatched the burgundy polish off her bedside table and scampered back downstairs to the kitchen table, just in time to see the front door burst open.

Her best friend, Skip Muck, bounded inside like an unleashed Golden Retriever with her other best friend, Don Malarkey, right on his heels, the slight breeze slamming the door shut behind him.

"Damn Pyro, your first free night in a month!” Skip exclaimed, taking his usual perch on the kitchen counter. “So where are we going? I vote The Crown!”

“Sure, come on in, make yourselves at home,” Alix deadpanned, the ghost of a smirk crossing her lips as Malarkey half-fell into the nearest chair.

“I don’t ever want to see another practice round again,” he griped, leaning over to loosen his boot laces. “Next ones we fire are gonna be the real thing.”

Alix grimaced, remembering how unusually paranoid Nixon had been that day. He wouldn’t say when but she suspected they’d be making the big jump really soon.

“They just might be, Malark. But you didn’t hear it from me, capisce?”

“I guessed as much,” Skip interjected as he played with the rosary he always carried in his pocket. “Ol’ Blackbeard wouldn’t give you the night off unless the end of the world was pretty much here.”

Alix laughed and shook up the bottle of dark red nail polish.

“Ain’t that the truth, Skipper. But as for where we go, I think last time we went to the Blue Boar, right Don?”

“We did but we can’t go back there again.”

“Why not?”

Malarkey rubbed the back of his neck, cringing. “I might owe one of the bartenders some money from poker…”

“Wait who?” Suddenly, it dawned on her. “Oh God, Malark, not the big guy with the tattoo..?”

“That’s the one.”

Alix shook her head in amusement.

“Well, how much did you lose? I can probably spot you.”

“Trust me, you don’t wanna do that,” Malarkey replied dejectedly. “Let’s just say this: Skip already gave me his last paycheck and it's not even half enough. The guy was a real card-shark. He cleaned me out so many times, I lost count.”

“And where was I when this was happening?” Alix questioned. “How'd I miss all that?”

Malarkey glanced over at Skip and the pair started snickering.

“You were…otherwise occupied,” Don managed to choke out before bursting into laughter again.

“With what?”

“With a certain T/5,” Skip teased, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Shit. Alix felt her face getting hot, a scarlet blush creeping up her cheeks at the memory. Had it really been that obvious?

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A month earlier: May 3rd, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

“Alright, let the record show that neither Faye nor I ever said I was a good dancer,” Skip joked over the last notes of Chattanooga Choo-Choo.

“Yeah, I daresay my bruised shins will attest to that,” Alix laughed as the pair made their way back to their table. “I think I took more of a beating the last few songs than I ever did in training!”

The blond man waved a hand dismissively. “Lies, all lies.”

“Skipper, I swear, if you kick her during the reception half as much as you just kicked me now, poor Faye will bleed right through her wedding dress!”

Muck rolled his eyes dramatically and slapped a hand to his chest like he’d been shot.

“Pyro, you wound me!”

“Who’s wounded?” Malarkey piped up as he approached the table, arms loaded down with drinks.

“Both of us,” Alix quipped. “Muck’s pride and my legs!”

“Well, I think I got something that’s gonna make you both feel better!”

The freckle-faced PFC set the glasses down on the table hurriedly before taking his own seat in between his two best friends.

A Cheshire Cat grin plastered itself across his face.

Skip took a sip of his beer and gave the man on his left an inquisitive look.

“Don, buddy,” he started slowly from Malarkey’s right side. “Is there something you wanna share with the class?”

Malarkey didn’t answer. He fished around in his pockets for a moment before pulling out two large stacks of cash and slapping them down onto the table proudly.

“Feast your eyes, kiddies,” he announced. “Drinks are on me tonight!”

Alix choked on her gin and tonic.

“Christ Mal, did you win the lotto?!”

“Might as well have! Just call me the king of craps!”

“No,” Skip stated firmly, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. I am not jinxing this for all of us.”

Malarkey and Skip had started bickering good-naturedly and Alix was about to chime in when she happened to glance over to the bar and was met with a familiar set of warm, copper-brown eyes and her mind went momentarily blank.

Joe Liebgott, a T/5 with Easy Company, was leaning on the bar with his left hand, swirling a nearly-empty glass of what looked to be Scotch on the rocks in his right, and eyeing her with an unabashed hunger that made her knees weak.

God, he was handsome.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Alix knew she was staring but she couldn’t help it. She flashed him a nervous smile and he winked at her before turning to pay his tab, causing her stomach to erupt with butterflies.

Damn him.

Alix felt her face growing hot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malarkey leaving the table, probably heading to double his winnings. She was sure Skip was saying something –-whether to her or the people at the table next to them, she wasn’t sure– but she was too flustered to pay attention.

This wasn’t fair. She could have any other man in the room eating from the palm of her hand but this California cabbie was making her blush like a nervous schoolgirl!

The young agent tried to fight the urge to look over where Joe was standing again but she couldn’t help it. She glanced over, just in time to meet his eyes a second time.

He returned her smile and jerked his head slightly towards the door as if to say, “You wanna get outta here?”

Alix stood up so fast to follow him that she nearly upset her chair.

"Hey Skip, I'm gonna um.. run home real quick and grab another pack of smokes, okay?”

"Wait, let me go grab Don, I think he might have-"

"NO– I mean, no, no, it's fine" she corrected too quickly. "I'll be right back."

"Okay.." Skip said, looking skeptical. "Want me to come with? Don't want you getting lost or something."

"Thanks but I'll be okay, Skipper, I promise."

"Alright but if you're not back in an hour, me and Mal are coming after you. Faye'd kill me if I lost our maid of honor before the wedding.”

Alix gave her friend a grateful smile and grabbed her purse before hurrying after Liebgott, who’d already disappeared outside somewhere.

Stepping out into the brisk evening air, she paused a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim streetlights. The glowing ember of a cigarette a few feet ahead by a nearby bench caught her eye. She couldn't see his face but despite the coat he was wearing, she could tell the smoker was lean and wiry, his thick chestnut-colored hair slicked back.

Even from behind, she'd recognize Joe Liebgott anywhere.

"Hey there, flyboy," she said cheekily and Joe turned his head. Even in the dim light of the street lamps, she could see that adorable lopsided grin of his. He put out his cigarette and stood to greet her.

"Hey, Ziskeit, how ya been?" Joe's tone was warm and inviting, so unlike the rebellious, devil-may-care attitude he put on around the rest of the company and Alix was suddenly grateful it was nighttime because she could feel her face turning bright pink at the nickname.

He'd never told her what it meant but the sound of it ignited delicious, giddy sparks in her stomach.

Joe looked her up and down, clearly admiring the way her black silk dress complemented her curvaceous figure, and Alix said a silent thank you to her friend, Lavinia, for making her buy it.

“Goddamn doll, you clean up pretty good, y'know that?"

He was about to say more when approaching voices from a few feet away made him freeze.

“Shit, I think that’s Popeye and Tab.”

With that, Joe grabbed her hand and yanked her into a dark alleyway next to the building with him, pressing Alix back against the cool brick wall.

He motioned for her to be quiet and they waited, each listening carefully as the nearby voices faded into the distance. She could feel both their hearts racing as his chest pressed against hers and she looked up at him with wide, doe eyes, to find he was already looking back at her.

“How long do you have?” she whispered.

“Till my buddies come back?” He paused for a second to think. “Maybe 40 minutes, an hour tops. You?”

“Same here.”

Joe’s warm, caramel-colored eyes drifted between her eyes and her lips and Alix caught her breath. Their faces were so close together, his lips lingering just inches from hers. She was aching to kiss him with every fiber of her being but she forced herself to wait. She didn't want to somehow screw this up.

As if he could read her mind, Joe smirked. “Guess we should make it count then, huh Zees?”

Alix hummed softly in agreement and that was all Joe needed to hear. Closing the distance between them, he crashed his lips to hers. They were warm and soft and Alix responded immediately, kissing him back with all the urgency that had been boiling up in her since she’d first seen him.

“God, I missed you,” Joe groaned breathlessly in between passionate kisses and Alix smiled against his lips, tangling a hand in his hair.

“I missed you too, tesoro.”

Joe cupped her face gently with calloused hands and Alix felt warmth blossoming in her chest as Joe deepened the kisses, the sweet cinnamon bite of Scotch hitting her tongue. She tossed her purse somewhere, too focused on Joe to care where.

Just for that moment, he was hers and she was his. Nothing else mattered.

Their kisses became sloppier and more desperate as Joe fumbled to remove his coat, dropping it on the ground behind him. Alix tugged him back to her by his tie and she tilted her head back, soft sighs of pleasure turning into needy whines as he went from grazing kisses down her jaw to nipping at her neck, making her shiver.

The rich, intoxicating smell of Joe’s cologne mixed with cigarette smoke was dizzying and Alix felt her breath hitch as Joe’s hands made their way up to the ample swell of her chest.

“Have I mentioned how much I fuckin’ love these?” he asked, giving her breasts a light squeeze and she moaned softly.

“Only every time we hook up,” Alix teased. “But feel free to tell me again.”

She felt him smile against her skin and he gave her neck a punishing bite.

“Fuckin’ smartass.”

Joe’s hands moved down her waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin, but Alix took his hand and impatiently guided it under her skirt.

Unsure, he cocked an eyebrow at her and paused, letting his rough fingertips rest tantalizingly just above the waistband of her panties.

“You gonna stay quiet for me, doll?”

Alix nodded, trying desperately to summon a shred of self-control and he rewarded her with a kiss on the forehead and an “Atta girl” before dipping one finger and then another past the soaked lace and into her wet core.

She let out a small sigh, leaning her head back against the cool brick wall, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the feeling of his fingers inside her.

Despite having hooked up with Alix only twice before that night, Joe seemed to instinctively know just what she needed because he began to trace feather-light circles on her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her entire body.

She gasped and bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry out as he began pumping his fingers in and out of her with a fervor while somehow still maintaining the perfect pressure on her clit.

He worked her faster and faster, his brow furrowing with concentration as the absolutely pornographic noises from her dripping sex spurred him on.

Alix forced herself to open her eyes, watching him, trying to burn every detail into her memory.

She didn’t know how long it would be until she’d get to see him again.

The day after every hookup, it was as though nothing had happened between them. Joe went back to his friends and Alix went back to her training, the pair basically avoiding each other. Alix began to feel like she was being toyed with but she still eagerly came back for more every time.

She was starting to think she was some sort of masochist.

Alix felt her knees buckle beneath her as he applied just a touch more pressure to her heat and Joe leaned forward even more, pressing her against the wall harder so she didn’t fall. She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him as he curled and scissored his fingers expertly inside her.

“Oh...Oh God," she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her cries. She could no longer fight it and she laced her fingers through his hair.

The feeling of pleasure building up within her was almost unbearably good, like fire pooling in her abdomen, and she writhed under his touch.

“Fuck, Joey, I’m so close.”

She didn’t even have to look at him to know he was grinning that lopsided grin of his, loving the way only he could make this fierce, capable agent crumble beneath him.

Joe increased his pace just slightly, rubbing her sweet spot with such intensity that she couldn’t help but moan his name, tugging on his hair desperately as she came undone.

Time seemed to slow as her orgasm rippled through her. Pleasure washed over her whole body and her vision went white as she was overcome with bliss.

She didn’t know how long it lasted but to Joe’s credit, he never stopped, nimbly working her down from her high so she wouldn’t collapse.

Her chest was heaving and she leaned on him as she willed her quivering legs to cooperate.

Joe wrapped an arm around her to keep her upright and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.

For a brief second, she imagined a world where they were going steady, where there was no war and no rules against fraternization, where he was holding her not as a basic courtesy but because he loved her.

A world where tomorrow, they wouldn’t act like strangers again until the next time one of them needed release.

But sadly, that wasn’t the world they lived in.

“How was it, Zees?” Joe asked, breaking her out of her reverie, and Alix gave him a wild-eyed look as she struggled to catch her breath. Was he fishing for a compliment or did he really not know how mind-blowing that was?

“It…It was fine,” she panted, deciding to play it cool despite having been practically begging and mewling his name just minutes earlier.

“Listen, Ziskeit, I-” Joe started but he was interrupted by very loud, somewhat intoxicated voices calling their names from the street.

Joe swore under his breath and wiped his hands quickly before reaching over to grab his coat off the ground.

“Guess that’s our cue, huh?”

Alix shrugged with a small, sad smile, smoothing her dress and watching Joe trying in vain to tame his hair.

“I suppose so.”

Joe handed her purse over to her and Alix pulled out her compact, inspecting her smudged makeup and the faint purple love bite just below her ear.

Re-buttoning his coat, the T/5 took a deep breath, clearly sorting through what to tell his friends about where he’d disappeared to for an hour and why he’d returned so obviously disheveled.

He started to walk away but hesitated a few feet away, turning back to gaze at her one last time.

“Hey Zees?”

The young agent looked over at him with wide eyes. “Yeah?”

A look she didn’t recognize crossed his face briefly. It looked almost…pained. Apologetic, maybe a little hopeful? Or was she just imagining it?

An uncomfortable silence hung in the chilly air between them, each silently willing the other to speak, before Joe shook his head.

“Nevermind. Forget it.”

And just like that, he was gone again.

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Contemporary: June 3rd, 1944. Aldbourne, England.

"I know what it looked like a month ago, but it wasn't like that," Alix lied, speaking half to the vanity mirror over her dresser and half to her friends behind her. "Joe and I were just talking."

Don stopped adjusting his tie just long enough to loudly cough "Fraternizer" into his hand with a shit-eating grin before innocently resuming his task as though nothing had happened.

Alix put the finishing touches on her makeup before seizing a hair clip and lobbing it at her friend, who burst into laughter as it bounced harmlessly off his shoulder and onto the floor.

Hearing the clatter, Muck poked his head out of the bathroom door. Brandishing his hair comb like a sword, he pointed it at both of them, his amber eyes glittering with barely-suppressed laughter.

"So help me God, I will separate you two if you don't behave!"

Don stuck his tongue out at Alix and she rolled her eyes jokingly, biting back a smile as she went to appraise her outfit.

Cherry red was a good choice, she mused, doing a little twirl in front of the mirror so she could enjoy the way the dress billowed out. She'd worn it for a pin-up modeling gig awhile back and it still fit like a glove, accentuating her curvaceous figure without looking cheap.

The plunging sweetheart neckline allowed plenty of room for Alix's most treasured possession: her grandmother's delicate gold cross necklace, which she'd brought over from Italy when she was a girl. Alix wasn't religious anymore but even so, she never took it off.

"Hey Pyro," Skip called as he exited the bathroom, plopping down next to Malarkey in the adjacent room.

"If we do happen to run into your man Romeo tonight, please for the love of all things holy, make sure you lovebirds have a condom, just in case you start feeling the urge to 'talk' again or something."

"Yes, Mother," Alix teased and Skip put up his hands in mock surrender.

"Hey, I'm just saying, we don't need any little rugrats running around, m'kay? I got my hands full with you two shmucks as it is!"

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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I have a cute n silly Jake Jensen thought for u

Not sure about the context – maybe it’s a mission gone wrong, maybe it’s just the team up to their usual shenanigans – but when you catch up to them, you understand that Jake got hurt.

“He did?! What happened? Is he okay– Jake!” You hurry to him as you see him cradling his arm close to his chest. Now, it’s honestly not so bad, Jake has definitely been through worse; it doesn’t even hurt that much. But when he sees you running to him, looking at him with concern – with your beautiful eyes – he can’t help himself.

“Ah! It hurts, y/n! So much!” and you immediately fret over him and ask what’s wrong, and he loves the attention you’re giving him. He whines about the pain and how terrible his injury is. “Can you take care of me?” he pouts at you, leaning his head on your arm.

From the way the others are rolling their eyes, you understand that Jake is fine and merely laying it on thick – but you play along, cooing at him and promising to take care of him, because that idiot is cute and you’re quite happy yourself for the opportunity to spend more time with him

𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

thank for the idea alix!! <3

"Aisha, they're on your tail. Northwest corner."

"Got it," comes the reply in your earbud. You watch as she spins easily on the security camera, taking down two goons with grace.

"Clay, man, for the record, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted a vacation," Pooch grumbles.

"What? You've got sun and sand for miles. What more could you want?"

"We’re in the middle of the Mojave getting shot at by bloodthirsty mercenaries! Literally anything else, man.”

"Well, now you're asking too much."

"Did you guys know that the Mojave Desert has a dormant cinder cone volcano?" comes Jake's voice. "We should go picnicking there after this.”

"Wow, Jensen. Maybe you can be Y/N's tour guide and share more of your fun facts with her," Aisha replies with a smirk at the camera.

You feel your ears warm and for the first time tonight, you're thankful you're the only one in the van. Usually, Jake would be with you but this job required three people inside and Cougar wasn't much for field work beyond sniping people from forty stories. Jake had more experience between the two of you and so you were on your own today.

"Um, w-well, if Y/N wanted to do that, then, you know... I have a lot of facts about the desert."

"I wanna hear them, Jake," you say. You're the only one who doesn't call him Jensen—he'd insisted on it the first time you met.

Pooch groans. "Don't encourage him! He nerds out enough."

"You know, if we lived thousands of years ago, I'd be respected for my knowledge. I would've been a great thinker," Jake pouts.

"And yet, here we are in this century, where you set the toaster on fire."

"That was one time and it wasn't on purpose! Clay was the one who—ouch! Shit!"

You sit up, switching to the camera feed on Jake's side. You can't see him.

"Jake?" you ask. "Jake, are you okay?"

"Jensen, everything good?" Aisha checks.

"Man, I told you that was a stupid move!" comes Pooch over the comms.

Aisha sighs. "Idiots."

"Shut uuuup, it hurts!"

You frown at Jake's voice and you're out of the van before you can think about it.

"Jake, where are you? Come back to the van," you order, wringing your hands.

"He's fine," Pooch scoffs. "Jesus, Jensen, you barely got grazed—"

You see them exit out the back entrance and you hurry over. Jake is cradling his arm, face pinched in pain.

"Jake!" you yell, reaching for him. "What happened? Do you need stitches? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital? Let me see."

"Y/N? Um... ooh, yes, it hurts so much. Oh, man, I think I need it bandaged. Will you bandage it? You're so good at it."

He lets you take his arm and you smooth your hands over the muscle, inspecting. You hold his cheek and Jake leans into your touch, whining over his arm. Pooch groans.

"You're ridiculous. Y/N, it’s nothing. It was barely a scratch. Stop being a baby, man, you know she gets worried about you for some incomprehensible reason."

Jake ducks his head shyly. Now you can see that the cut isn't deep at all, and will fade in a matter of days. But you tut all the same, hanging onto his bicep.

"I dunno, guys. I think we should inspect this just to be sure. Wouldn't want it to get infected or anything."

"What? I've stubbed my toe worse than that!" Pooch balks.

Jake has the puppy eyes, all but draped over you as if he just got back from the trenches.

"Poor guy, taking one for the team,” you coo, petting the nape of his neck. “C'mon, Jakey. Let's get some ice on that."

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x y/n #the losers #jake jensen fanfiction #inbox #blurb

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temporalbystander · 11 days

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Okay it took a while, and devolved from a story you could read while listening to the song, to a story inspired by the song. But I still like it. My earlier post still stands btw, if you can guess the song/animatic that is behind this story you can force me to make a gacha video for Faybon for it. If you wanted to, you don't HAVE to do that.a

He could feel the darkness pounding away at the mask he wore. He could practically hear the flapping of the Akuma wings echoing inside his brain as he struggled to calm his breathing. He'd pulled away from everyone the moment the thoughts started. It was easy, nobody ever noticed when he disappeared, he'd done it too often for them to be concerned anymore. He had found a spot to be alone and collapsed to the ground, burying his face into his knees. He was used to being on his own, he couldn't operate if he didn't have this peace.

Pushing the darkness back he tried to think of his friends, the bubbling Rose as she smiled just to see him participating. He thought of the kids at the orphanage, living and laughing and him being there to help them enjoy it as much as possible.

“Yet who can say they'd be any different if you weren't here? The timeline must stay the same, remember?”

Just like that his throat tightened and he struggled to swallow, he needed a drink, why did he always think like this? Why couldn't he enjoy this happiness? Why did he always come back to what Bunnyx had told him? That an entire life had already been lived by all those people and she had seen it. Nothing had changed, she had made sure of that with all her interference… and once again the anger hit.

Sure future Alix had said she never regretted bringing him back here. That she enjoyed the time with him explaining what other timelines with him had become, that she'd correct things a million more times if it meant he would stay with the rest of their friends. She was doing so much for him when she didn't have to. When he messed everything up because he thought he knew better than the time traveler. That he could fix things if he just had a Miraculous or if he let himself get akumatised or if he confronted Gabriel to get him to look after Adrien better.

Still… he wished he could have kept Talli… he'd have promised to never use her powers if he could have just had someone to talk to. Someone he could vent to, who he could be honest with about everything. Seeing the little kwami, forced into being as yet another one of ShadowMoths ploys to get his wish… had made his heart ache. He could only imagine how that timelines version of him felt as he took her in, named her, cared for her and kept her safe. His first secret… even as Ladybug asked him to keep a lookout should he spot anything he had kept the Miraculous covered.

Bunnyx had shown him all that and more. How Talli had begged him to hand her over to Ladybug once they realised her powers were incomplete. How she couldn't keep him safe while transformed… he'd just smiled. He was finally able to help in a way only he could. He could take over for Ladybug or Chat without Shadow Moth ever noticing, thus keeping their identities safe. He could pretend to be any of the other Miraculous holders even if Ladybug couldn't get away to grab them. Any pain was worth it if he could help them, that's all he’d ever wanted…

Then he pushed it too far. Pushed ShadowMoth too far. Being backed into a corner the purple villain did the only thing he could think of, he created a sentimonster whose sole purpose was to beat Ladybug and Chat Noir. Then he akumatised it to give it all the limitless power it could need. Destroying the object did nothing at that point, its power stretched beyond that now, it crossed into Bunnyx’s realm and every possible timeline it could before she shut it down. All to anchor itself… To win she had to reset time again, go back before ShadowMoth got the idea to create Talli because that's as far back as the akumatised sentibeast had gotten.

But the moment she opened a burrow it was there… so that version of me went to stop it. He pushed Talli well past the limit…. Which meant there was no protection from what the beast did. Again and again he transformed to hold it back until Bunnyx hit reset… and being unable to see what that version had done to himself was the only thing Bunnyx had been grateful for… if even having powers meant he couldn't make a difference without it all going terribly wrong then why did he keep trying? Why did he keep putting himself out there when his own darkness became so hard to hold back? One slip up and he'd become an Akuma impossible to stop… he knew that… Bunnyx had shown him how that had happened many times before.

“You okay there little paradox?” Speaking of time travelers… Faybon sighed and lifted up his head more than ready to see the redhead’s teasing grin beneath her bunny ears. What he hadn't expected was to see the vast whiteness that was the burrow surrounding him. “You seemed like you needed a little space.” She said, smiling more softly than he ever recalled her doing before.

With the fear of an Akuma no longer hovering above his head the mask he was wearing broke. The hateful feelings swarming now that he was in the place outside of time, the place that proved just how little his wants mattered. “Why Alix? Why me? Why do all this for someone who’s not supposed to be here.” His voice cracked as he said it. “It's not like I'm close to present you, so you don't get anything out of it.”

“Fluff. Counterclockwise.” He looked up as the transformation ended, staring at the future form of his classmate as all the windows around them went still. “There is a method to my madness you know.” She said as she took a seat next to him, leaning against the blank wall that didn't really seem to be there. “My powers are a last resort for a reason, I don't normally get do overs if something goes wrong, I'm not like Viperion. Sure I can reverse damage and change the timeline but what I saw? What I experienced? It all gets erased, I'm the only one who remembers it all.”

“And?” Faybon asked slowly, eyes widening in surprise as she handed the pocket watch over to him.

“Take it from me, I know exactly what type of misery you're going through, being unable to change things for the better because there is a timeline I have to stick to.” For the first time Faybon could ever remember Alix looked vulnerable. She looked scared. Sure he’d seen Bunnyx look like that when he was shown the events of Chat Blanc but Alix herself? Was completely new to him. “I've just had several more years to grow numb to it.”

“That can't be healthy…” he said softly, still not taking the Miraculous from her.

“No… it's not. But I have to keep going. I have to keep the timeline on track.” She tried to smile but Faybon had been around enough girls on the verge of crying to see the tears she was holding back. “And every time I need to change things it's because you have to help your friends and I get hit with that same regret that I can't let it happen.” She held out the watch more earnestly this time. “I won't undo what I did with you Faybon, I can't be the only one remembering the type of person you are. I couldn't bear to talk to minibug or kitten Noir and have them suddenly not know your name.” She swallowed and Faybon knew she was feeling the same tightness in her throat as he had. “But if you did it? If you went back right before I dropped you off and placed yourself somewhere else? In some other time? I'd forget too.”

Reaching out he took the watch from her and saw her slump down further, but it wasn't from relief. “You never answered my question Alix. Why do you go through all this for me?” He asked as he stood up.

“Because you reminded me that time is just a bunch of pit stops. That you could keep the end destination the same while still making the journey more bearable.” Alix took a deep breath and looked up at him. “That if we get caught up in what we can't change we stop trying to see what we can, and at that point why even bother living.”

While Faybon understood the sentiment there was something about her smile that seemed… odd. “Who gave you that advice?” He asked, taking a shot in the dark.

She chuckled and gave him a smirk. “You did. The first time I came back to undo a timeline you'd made.” Her smirk widened at his shock. “You were quick to agree once you saw what had happened, the relationships between everyone were all types of messed up. But you just shrugged and said you'd try something else.” She continued before he could voice his thoughts. “I’d done so much to try and make it work, before finally accepting that it couldn't, that hearing you say that kind of made me snap. I was so stressed out that you'd hate me and want nothing to do with me and here you were saying you'd just mess up something else?”

“I take it there's a reason I don't remember this?” Faybon asked as he passed the Miraculous between his hands, thankful that Fluff had stayed quiet so far.

“You waited until I calmed down and then gave me the advice I just gave you. After which you told me to go back earlier so you wouldn't remember the conversation.” Now Faybon was really confused, it was rare when he asked for his memory to be erased. Even rarer for Bunnyx to agree. “You said it was because you didn’t want to remember the timeline I showed you,” she smirked again and stood up while pointing over his shoulder, “it's why I kept you from that window over there.” He didn't bother to look. “But I think we both know that wasn't the actual reason was it?” Alix’s voice softened again and Faybon realised just how big a weight had been placed on her shoulders with the Miraculous.

He didn't hesitate in answering her. “If I had known you felt like that I would never have let myself breakdown like I just did.” He said firmly. “Knowing there's a chance you could see it as you peered through the timelines I would have kept to myself even harder. The last thing I'd want to do is cause you any more pain.” Faybon took one more glance down at the Miraculous before handing it back to her. “I think we both can get a little too lost in our heads. So what do you say we push past our faults and imagined monsters and keep being the bad asses we are?”

Alix chuckled before transforming again. “Oh I agree one of us is awesome. But both?”

Rolling his eyes, Faybon turned to the window he came in from, his fears and worries laid to rest for now. “If I kept you on track all these messed up timelines later I think I must have done something right don't you?” He asked as he waited for her to open it up so he could step through.

Always needing the last word Bunnyx's voice carried through the burrow just before it closed. “Like I said, I agree with you, go cause some more trouble king.”

Faybon stared at the wall where the burrow had been in shock before he started to laugh. He’d thought of Bunnyx as overbearing many times before but he couldn't deny having also felt safe. Having someone who would always be there for you was something special, he just hoped she knew the reverse was also true. Shaking his head he returned to his friends, humming a little tune to himself.

#ooc #miraculous oc #mun talks #outsideofcausality #miraculous ladybug #mun ramblings #faybon tules #my writing #oc #future bunnyx #songfic?#miraculous au #miraculous fanfic

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shu-of-the-wind · 8 months

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okay because i am DEATHLY curious about this, please select from the options below. reblog with your country of origin as well please.

ETA BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE GETTING SNARKY: i am asking it this specific way with these specific poll options (american vs non-american) because it's my understanding and experience that most US state public schools actively suppress any teaching of labor history in any concrete way to the point of editing textbooks. i'm not trying to be an american exclusionist here or say that there weren't non-american labor movements. i'm saying that as a historian with degrees i have noticed that there is a very different attitude towards teaching labor history in the united states than there is in other countries. for fuck's sake.

#DEEPLY curious about this #labor history #history #poll #because i feel like a lot of americans don't actually realize that public schools (and private schools) teach JACK SHIT about labor history #the number of people i have met who have no idea what the battle of blair mountain is #anyway #shut up alix no one cares #labor rights #workers rights #sometimes alix goes viral

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lulubui · 1 year

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Scarabee and Kitty Claw Au [movie special]

The au belongs to @a-chlolix-blog with the idea just randomly popped out of my mind.

I just gonna give it a try about my Shanghai sketch based on their SB and KC au, if you reading this @a-chlolix-blog , I love your au and hope this can be the first au base special.

So let's begin.

Take place earlier into season 2, around post Befana after Marinette got the Dragon miraculous.

Alot of things change in the Shanghai special with some detailed that the next mlb au tales will be needed.

-Like the beginning of the movie, Gabriel researched about the prodigious and the Chinese legends, he then send both Adrien and Chloe to their with him (With audrey permission too).

-Hearing that, Chloe tranform into Kitty Claw and inform Scarabee that she will have to move away from Paris. Similar with Stallion star.

-On the other hand, Alix's family also have an invitation to Shanghai for a ancient sculptures which is also related to Hawkmoth/ Gabriel plans. The villain requesting for Alim to go into the old kung-fu school and find the secret prodigious.

-Alix who knew something wouldn't gone well so she give Kitty Claw an alarms cat with four buttons, one for each heroes (Scarabee, Kitty Claw, Stallion and Draconia). They also have the similar type of doll but all represent their heroes indentity.

-After Befana, Gina question if Marinette want to visited her uncle, who now famous with his signature soup (Kung-food) and pay a visit to her mother home country.

-The girl worried about the money as her parents and Gina told they will take care of that. She agree.

-4 of them all went to Shanghai with 2 side not no the other appearance.

[Alix inform Marinette and they were in one group.]

[Chloe and Adrien go as a group]

[They forgot to tell each other. Mostly Chloe being rage at her mother for sending her to Shanghai, Alix did told them but didn't told about her destination. Similar to Marinette who begin to late.]

All of them arrive at Shanghai.

Marinette noticed Adrien and Chloe

Alix spotted a strange girl.

Fei who secretly steal people stuff

(Fei past still be the same in this Au's)

Feeling unusual, Longg and Tikki warn each other through their owner pigtails, as the crowded become big, splitting them up. Fei take her opportunity to appoarch the rich kid group, as she immediately pause and take a turn due to Adrien's bodyguard.

Due to Alix height she been cut off from Marinette (being pulled away by those bullied), her father and Gabriel were having a meeting (carefully since Gabriel will spoiled his identity without caution).

-Hey little girl? Lost from your parents?

-Shut the fuck up or I will spit out Arabic you fucking perverted.

Before they get to shove her, Jalil having a siblings radar and sense a dangerous things so he bolted to her place and punch the heck out of the guy. (1 out of 5 being eliminated)

-Luckily those boxing lesson with Nora seems useful for this type of situation.

Marinette from no where appear, crushing the other two. (3 out of 5 being eliminated)

A girl sudden appear (Fei) beaten the other one, with Alix totally smacking the last one hard in his nuts. (all of them being eliminted. Victory)

-Alix! Are you okay? Did they SA you?! Do you need me to push them down the river behind you?

Jalil worried, Marinette about to crushed them, while that happends, Fei sneakingly stole Marinette choker, which Longg felt a bad feelling before freezed when they knew something wrong was happended, they been suck into the choker, later on being put into the pink purse.

Chloe and Adrien sees the scene, run to, the blondie who watched Alix flipping off the male that two times her side having butterflies inside her stomache. Adrien also recognized Marinette martial talented which she leared from her mother.

Fei assited Alix up since the girl just fell to knock out the guy, while helping dust off, she slyly take the earring, but only got one as Chloe called out Alix name.

-Hey SHORTIE!!!!

Fei tense up and get away with one earring and a choker with some stuff from Marinette pocket. She later on give to Cash who bargain her a small price. Since Alix left out only an earring, Tikki being reannounced into it as well as Longg. Chloe happily reunited with Alix.

The group united and splitted out again, Alix with her family at the exhibition, Adrien and Chloe at the fashion (to which Chloe didn't have any pleased to be here), Marinette got lost into the main street.

Marinette and Fei scenario recreated, but with Longg be able to exit the necklace and witness the scene between Fei and Cash, they then pick up the earing the moment Fei switched between the choker.

Marinette lost her believe in Fei and run away, Longg stopped explained the problems. They then encounter a ruin school.

Back at the Kubdel family, Alix was in the school with her dad and brother, without knowing they accidently open the secret door. Hawkmoth show up as they all ran away. Alim and Jalil being protective as Alix find it hard to transform both for her lost earring and the family supervise.

The pink hair girl have no choice as pressed and call out the other hereos, whom both transform and arrive at the school, Marinette already there with Longg so she asked Longg to return the earing quickly, they did as Alix be able to transform.

Fei catched up on Marinette so she been delayed her transform, they heard a noise so go in and investigate.

The prodigious and Hawkmoth scene still remain as canon but with Draconia and Stallion, Fei able to use the amulet yet unable to become the dragon. Cash attack in his akumatized form, later on the statue, which wiped off both Hawkmoth and 1/50 the population of Shanghai.

Draconia encouraged Fei; Stallion, Scarabee and Kitty Claw fight agaisnt the statue, which also wiped off both Stallion and Kitty Claw, Scarabee have a panic attack, Draconia become stress as de-trasform (already use all her elements) in the corner of the building.

The statue blast off the corner, Marinette fell, Fei turn into a dragon and save her.

Understanding her power, she team-up with Scarabee and Draconia and defeated the statue, also become the true prodigious. Stallion return with Kitty Claw, Scarabee pulled the cat into a hug which make her blushed hardly and hug back (with a kiss).

Fei being ask to worked in Marinette uncle restaurant, Alix and Chloe hang out a bit, and everything sovles.

~~~~~

Cut off from the canon, this is the au post ending for the next Scarabee and Kitty Claw movie that I think off - relted to Vietnam so I could write about Kim and more Chloix romance. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

At the end, while everyone packing up to returned, Fei receive an mysterious letter, in which the owner of it would recover fully her kung0fu with a special sponsor. The renlings then told her to get back at the place where she met Mei Shi, only to found a water pouring fountain with weird symbol crossing over it.

Later on, after left and went out, Fei meet an old man who resemble almost identical her adoptive father and an old woman.

"Who are you?"

"You wouldn't want to knew me yet LadyDragon, or I may say the new holder of the Chinese prodigious."

"We're here to tell you about the power that you're holding as it also related to your country"

Fei baffle look at the couple before been warn by the renlings, however Mei Shi didn't seem to bother as it come out, to most of Fei shocked, the couple look normal over the spirit like creature.

"Fei, from what I sense, these two are the last vigilante prodigious master. They have a protection aura that only myself can sense it"

The girl worried as willing to be in defence stance, but on what the spirit said, she soften and greeted. They acquaint about her future destination as well as the water fountain symbol.

"If Scarabee and Kitty Claw call out, don't hesitate and fly to their place. We won't be here for long afterward, let's hope all great things happen to you"

yeah, so the next au special gonna take place 1 year after in Vietnam since Miraculous have a few hints in that country, such as Kim's origins and one of the Ladybug holder from there too. I do not knowing when the series will told about it so I wanna make my own headcanon and fic about that with Chlolix shipped

Love yall and have a great day :3

#miraculous ladybug #Scarabée and Kitty Claws #mlb fanfic #alternative #miraculous ladybug fanfic #au #miraculous ladybug fandom

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artzychic27 · 10 months

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Total Drama AU

Alec: This... Is Total Drama Island! I have gathered thirty teenagers looking for their fifteen minutes of fame for a chance to compete in many grueling challenges, all for the chance to win the grand prize of one million euros! Many will succeed, many will fail and get sent home in the Loser Chute until there's one left standing! Who will get sent home in shame? And who will go home with all this cash? *Holds up a suitcase full of money... Only for it to get swept away by the strong gust of the blades of a helicopter flying overhead* ... Shit... Find out right here! Right now! On Total! Drama! Island!

*Conmercial Break*

Alec: Welcome to Total Drama Island! It’s time for you to meet our contestants! First up are the residents of the infamous Akuma Class! All but two of them have been akumatized! First is plucky hopeful fashion designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!

Marinette: Do I have to jump out- *Chef pushes her out the helicopter* AAH!

Alec: Fashion model/all around nice guy, Adrien Agreste!

Adrien: *Jumps out of the helicopter* SUCK IT, DAD!

Alec: Super hero super fan! Alya Césaire!

Alya: Wait! I gotta protect my phone! *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* NOOO!!

Alec: The mellow deejay, Nino Lahiffe!

Nino: *Holding onto to Chef* I don’t wanna die, man! *Gets grabbed by the back of his shirt and tossed out of the helicopter* I WANNA LIVE!

Alec: Prissy little dictator, Chloé Bourgeois!

Chloé: This wasn’t in the contract, you jerk! *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* SABRINA!

Alec: And her assistant, Sabrina Raincomprix!

Sabrina: I’m coming, Chloé! *Jumps after Chloé* Wait! Why is that my title?!

Alec: The emo side of Tumblr, it’s Nathaniel Kurtzberg!

Nathaniel: *Gripping onto the sides of the doorframe as Chef tries to push him out* YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I DON’T WANNA!

Alix: Watch your ass, Nath!

Nathaniel: Alix, NO! *Alix pushes him out and jumps after him*

Alec: And roller skating powerhouse, Alix Kubdel! Next it’s everyone’s favorite Himbo, Le Chein Kim!

Kim: I’ll show you guys how to dive like a boss! *Prepares to swan dive, only for Chef to push him out* DAMNIT!

Alec: Science wiz, Max Kanté!

Max: *As he’s falling* This has to be illegal!

Alec: Lovable sunshine girl, Rose Lavillant!

Rose: *Doing aerial spin as she falls* I’m flying!

Alec: Dark and brooding queen of darkness, Juleka Couffaine!

Juleka: *Falling without a care* I’m not brooding.

Alec: Tough guy with a heart of gold, Ivan Bruel!

Ivan: Myléne! Hold onto me!

Alec: And his mousy girlfriend, Myléne Hapréle!

Myléne: Why did I agree to this?!

Alec: What a bunch of weirdos, right?! Next up is the class with only three akumatized students! We’ve got future author, Marc Anciel!

Marc: *Gets pushed out of the helicopter* THIS CAN’T BE SAFE!

Alec: Aspiring actor, Jean Duparc!

Jean: *Backflips out of the helicopter* This is how you make an entrance!

Alec: Little Miss Perfect, Aurore Beaureal!

Aurore: I HATE YOU, ALEC! *Jumps out of the helicopter and slows down her descent with her parasol*

Alec: You too! And the girl in her shadow, Mireille Caquet!

Mireille: SHUT UP! *Jumps out of the helicopter*

Alec: The lesbian your parents warned you about, Reshma Leghari!

Reshma: Was that necess- *Gets pushed out of the helicopterI AAH!

Alec: Tough Shorty, Ismael Prisk!

Ismael: *Flips Chef off on his way down* FUCK YEAH!

Alec: Pacifist Bodybuilder, Denise Cabello!

Denise: You suck, Alec! *Jumps out of the helicopter*

Alec: Tech nerd, Simon O’Connor!

Simon: *Chef throws him out of the helicopter* Denise! Avenge me!

Alec: Spunky Black Sheep, Cosette Bellamy!

Cosette: *Kicks Chef in the shins* SUCK IT! *Takes Zoé’s hand and they jump out of the helicopter together* YEAH!

Alec: And the King of New York, Zoé Lee! Right after them, Lacey Greene!… Who is scaling out of the helicopter. Great.

Lacey: What? You gotta stand out if you wanna win this thing!

Alec: Well, if that’s all-

Vivica: Ahem!

Alec: Oh, right. Vivica… I forgot her last name, but she’s a musician.

Vivica: Ugh. *Jumps out the helicopter*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb ocs #akuma class #science kids #total drama island #mlb au

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celestiall0tus · 2 months

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 10 - Reflekta

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(Before we get into this, a quick amend from canon. In the episode Reflekta, we see when Chat Noir is transformed into a Reflekta, he loses his miraculous. This has been amended so when they are hit, their jewels don't disappear.)

Alix sat on the ground as she watched the class before hers got their photo taken. She listened to the mindless chatter of her peers. Nathaniel mumbled to himself as he took notes for his latest comic idea. Adrien and Nino talked about some new music album. Juleka, Rose, Marinette, and Alya discussed Juleka’s self-inflicted jinx of not having a proper photo taken since she was young.

Alix rolled her eyes as the class ahead of them finished. The photographer set up for her class before he ushered them in. She joined Max, Marinette, Mylene, and Rose on the bench for the bottom row.

“Look, Sabrina, they’re up front in the baby seats. Go on, rugrats, don’t forget-!”

Alix leaned over and locked eyes with Chloe. She snarled and slammed her fist into her hand. Chloe gulped and shut up.

“Seriously, how do you do that? One look and that’s it. Chloe doesn’t say anything else to you,” Marinette remarked.

Alix crossed her arms. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Marinette sighed and faced forward.

The photographer got everyone else into position while Chloe complained the entire time not being next to Adrien. The photographer readied to take the photo until Marinette reminded him of Juleka, who he almost left out. Alix wished they had because the photographer spent too long rearranging them for a simple photo.

“This is ridiculous. My stop is unacceptable!” Chloe yelled.

Alix growled and jumped to her feet. She whirled around and faced Chloe, who tried to push Juleka out of the way. “Shut up! Shut. Up! No one cares what you want! Just stand in your stupid little spot and let’s get this over with!”

Chloe flinched and stood in her spot.

“Alix, my office after this,” Mr. Damocles said.

“Worth it. Someone has to do the job you two refuse to do,” Alix muttered.

Mr. Damocles and Miss Bustier sighed.

“Alright, we’re perfect now. Everyone say, ‘Spaghetti,’” Vincent announced.

“Spaghetti,” everyone said.

Vincent clicked the button as the camera’s battery died. “I don’t believe this. I’m sorry, I have to go fetch another battery. Nobody move!”

Alix let out a groan of frustration. She slipped off the bench onto the ground. “Can I just go to your office now, please?”

“Not until after the photo. Get back into position, Miss Kubdel,” Mr. Damocles said.

Alix huffed. She sat back on the bench as Juleka moved. She listened to Juleka ask to head to the restroom. She rolled her eyes until she heard Chloe mutter to Sabrina to ensure Juleka doesn’t come back.

“Oh, Miss Bustier, I need to go to the bathroom,” Sabrina announced.

Alix turned her head as Sabrina ran off and neither Miss Bustier nor Mr. Damocles stopped her. Didn’t either of them hear Chloe’s remark? She couldn’t have been the only one.

“I have to go to the bathroom too,” Alix announced.

“Alix, no. Stay put,” Mr. Damocles said.

“But it’s an emergency.”

“I don’t care. Stay.”

“It’s a bloody emergency,” Alix growled.

Mr. Damocles sighed. “Fine. Go.”

Alix ran to the girl’s restroom. She burst into the room as Sabrina stuck a chair against the stall door.

“Oh, you fucking bitch!” Alix roared.

Sabrina gasped and screamed. She ducked away from Alix and ran back to the group. Alix snarled and tore the chair away. Juleka burst out of the stall once the chair was gone.

“Let’s go!”

Alix grabbed Juleka arm and yanked her out into the courtyard. Alix yelled out, but the group had their picture taken without them. The class had moved from their spots so the next class could get their photo taken.

“Thank you for trying, Alix, but it wasn’t meant to be.”

“That’s not true. It’s all because of Chloe!”

Juleka frowned. “That’s right. And so long as Chloe is in the picture, I’ll never be seen or heard. I’ll always be invisible.”

Juleka tore her arm away and ran off crying.

Alix reached out in the direction Juleka ran off in. She begged her legs to move, but a sinister rage held her in place. Her stomach knotted and plunged as the sickening familiarity of this all-consuming rage. She took several deep, labored breaths in a desperate attempt to calm herself. She staggered back against a wall before she ran into the locker room. She fumbled with her locker combination before she tore it open.

Alix reached into her backpack for her family heirloom. Tikki looked up in shock at the frenzied panic Alix was in. Alix clutched her heirloom and leaned against the lockers. She clicked down on the heirloom’s lid. It popped up with the hologram. She stared at it as she focused on calming herself.

“Alix, what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you look like that,” Tikki said.

“I felt it rise. That same anger from, well, not too long ago.”

“What kind of anger?”

“Blinding. Dangerous. Murderous. I… I don’t mind my anger, but I despise that side of it. And I felt it again. Almost lost myself. I just might still, and I don’t want to.”

“What triggered it?”

“I… the same that tried it before. Lessons I saw over and over again. Heard time and time again. Don’t let yourself be walked on. Don’t let yourself be taken advantage of. Don’t put up with anyone’s crap! This world will always take advantage of everyone, especially girls. So don’t ever let your guard down. Never let people see you bleed.”

“Alix, that’s-,” Tikki started.

“And I saw it. All the time. People would try to take advantage of her, but she wielded anger like a weapon. She stood her ground, and no one messed with her. That was until the world struck back and she withered away before my eyes. In the end, she just… she stopped… fighting. Her anger dulled and will gone. A-And… I… I just….”

A new anger consumed Alix. This one bittersweet and foul. It mingled with her sorrow as tears gushed from her eyes uncontrollably. She gritted her teeth as she closed her watch and curled into a tight ball. Tikki wormed her way and settled at the nape of Alix’s neck.

“Allow yourself this, Alix. You need to feel,” Tikki said.

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to be reminded of it. I want to forget it and move on. I want-!”

“You can’t keep ignoring the circumstances of your mother’s passing. You’ll need to face it one day. That day need not be today, but for today, let yourself feel.”

Alix whimpered as more tears flooded her eyes. She curled into a tighter ball until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She gasped and scooted away. Her eyes widened seeing Luka, Juleka’s brother.

“Are you… ok?” Luka asked.

“Do I look ok?”

Luka flinched at Alix’s harsh tone. Guilt tore through her that mingled with everything else.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. No, I’m not, but it’s ok.”

“What’s… that?” Luka asked as he pointed to Tikki.

“Oh. It’s a prototype I’ve been working on. I want to be an engineer, so I made a little AI creature, bot. I hoped it would be a nice companion, but it’s still in the development stages.”

Alix nudged Tikki, who flew up. Tikki smiled and bowed her head.

“Greetings. I am Proto-Beta, codename: Tikki. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, friend of Alix.”

Luka’s eyes widened. Alix tilted her head seeing the smallest spark of life to his otherwise dull, blue eyes.

“Do… do you think you could… make one for… me too?” Luka asked.

Alix’s jaw dropped. “I-.”

The door to the locker room slammed against the door. Luka recoiled and covered his ears. Panic and dread were plastered on his otherwise stoic face. Alix hid Tikki as a girl in a neon pink jester’s outfit strolled in. Alix curled back her lip at the rubbery look of the jester girl that carried some hint of Juleka’s face.

“Juleka?” Alix and Luka asked.

“Juleka’s gone. My name’s Reflekta and you’re both about to join the ranks of mes.”

Reflekta aimed her right arm at Luka. He fumbled to stand only to fall back to the ground. Alix jumped up and shielded Luka from the attack Reflekta shot out from the trinket on her hand. Alix gagged as her appearance became a mirror image of Reflekta.

“That’s much better. Now, stand aside. It’s time my dear brother got his extreme makeover,” Reflekta demanded.

Alix steadied herself and dropped into a fighting stance. “Make me move.”

“Do you really think you can take me?”

“If I’m stupid enough to face Nathaniel as a villain, what makes you any different? At least he had something useful to keep me at bay. Can you say the same?”

Reflekta hesitated. She stepped back and ran out of the locker room.

“That’s what I thought,” Alix muttered.

“Th-th-that wasn’t… that wasn’t Juleka… was it?” Luka asked.

“It seems so. Look, go hide. Like this, she isn’t herself. You’ll be safer until she’s freed.”

Luka nodded.

Alix smiled and ran out of the locker room. She stopped and gawked at everyone that had been transformed. She looked to the front doors to see them blocked by lockers. She ran upstairs to find an empty classroom. She frowned seeing they all had students in them. She changed course and headed into the library. She ducked behind an isolated bookcase and transformed.

Bloody Bug sighed, relieved to see her normal self and not Reflekta’s image. She ran out of the library in search of Reflekta. She frowned see the countless clones as she worked how to identify the real one.

“Bloody Bug! You’re not Chloe, but you’re just who Hawkmoth wants,” Reflekta yelled.

Bloody Bug looked around as a beam came her away. She ducked before, narrowly missing it. She stood as Reflekta approached her.

“Where’s your precious kitty, Bloody Bug? I’d hate for him to miss out on this wonderful opportunity to receive the facelift of the century with his little Bug.”

Bloody Bug blinked and looked past Reflekta at Chat Noir. He readied himself as he stealthily closed the gap. She snorted as she raised her right hand and waved it around.

“Don’t you think this is all a little extreme?”

“Nothing is too extreme. Not when it comes to Chloe. I’ll make her pay for excluding me. I’ll make her pay for getting rid of me. But only after I’ve dealt with you and claimed your earrings for Hawkmoth.”

Bloody Bug hummed. Chat Noir was in position to take Reflekta by surprise. A thought crossed her mind to help him. She smirked and shrugged.

“Alright. Nice and easy, right?”

“Wait. Just like that? You’ll hand them over?” Reflekta asked.

“Sure. Why not?”

Bloody Bug approached Reflekta, who held out her hand for the earrings. Bloody Bug grabbed Reflekta’s arm and flipped Relekta over her head. Reflekta screeched as she was slammed into the ground. Chat Noir rushed in, grabbed Reflekta’s right arm, and smashed the trinket. The Akuma flew from the remains. Bloody Bug caught and purified it. Reflekta reverted to Juleka along with everyone afflicted.

“What-? What happened? Where am I?” Juleka asked.

“You’re back in your school. After being akumatized,” Bloody Bug answered.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“What happened to push you to accept such a deal?”

“I missed out on the class picture because of Chloe’s pranks. Alix, my classmate, tried to save me, but because of me, we both missed out on it. I felt awful. Not only did my jinx ruin my photo, but my friend’s as well. I felt powerless. No one sees or hears me. The only time they do is when I act like my mom, but I don’t always like acting like my mom. But I have to just to be acknowledged by anyone.”

“Not me,” Luka whispered.

Juleka gasped. They all looked over as Luka shuffled towards them. She burst into sobbing fits as she ran towards Luka. She tackled him in a hug that sent them both to the floor.

“Luka! I’m so sorry! I must have terrified you! I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Luka shook his head. “Alix protected me from… Reflekta.”

Bloody Bug hummed. She looked out to the courtyard to see Chloe confronting Mr. Damocles. Her eyes widened seeing Marinette getting reprimanded. She started towards them but stopped as the anger nipped at her. She covered her mouth and staggered back.

Chat Noir caught Bloody Bug. “Woah, easy. Are you ok?”

“I… I don’t think I can confront Chloe on her part in this. I’ll…!”

Chat Noir smiled and squeezed Bloody Bug’s shoulders. “You don’t need to. I’m here. Let me handle this.”

Bloody Bug gulped as a tear fell from her eyes. “Thank you. I… I’ll see you later.”

Chat Noir watched Bloody Bug leave before he approached Mr. Damocles, Chloe, and Marinette. He caught snippets of their conversation where Chloe caught Marinette sneaking into Mr. Damocles’s office with video evidence on her phone. He snarled and snatched Chloe’s phone.

“Who dares-!” Chloe started.

Chat Noir snapped the phone in half, then handed it back to her.

“How dare you! I’m friends with Bloody Bug, fleabag, so you better watch yourself. She just might make a rug of you once she hears what you did,” Chloe snapped.

“You think Bug would help someone as vile as you? Not after everything you did to hurt that poor girl that was akumatized?”

“Please. Who are you really going to believe? Some nobody or someone like me.”

“Chat Noir, has the threat been dealt with?” Mr. Damocles asked.

“Reflekta is no longer a problem, but she’s still hurting. There’s still a risk she’d transform again.”

Mr. Damocles stiffened. “Is there something we can do to help her?”

“Yes! Let us take the photo again. Please, for Juleka,” Marinette butted in.

“No way! Besides, aren’t you paying the photographer by the hour?” Chloe reminded.

“What’s another hour compared to another akumatization?” Chat Noir countered.

Mr. Damocles sighed. “Very well, we’ll take the photo again. I’ll let the class and photographer know.”

“What? But-!” Chloe started.

“Face it, Chloe, you’ve lost this one. Bloody Bug isn’t here. Even if she was, she wouldn’t defend you. Not for something like this.”

“That’s not true! She’s my friend!”

Chat Noir snarled, his ears pinned back, and tail lashed. “You don’t deserve to be her friend. You don’t deserve to be her anything. She’s the most amazing person ever and you’re just a little monster. You don’t even need an Akuma to be one.”

“How dare you! You’re going to eat those words, fleabag. Mark my words!”

“Consider them marked,” Chat Noir growled.

Chloe snarled and stormed off. Chat Noir shook his head as he hid away and de-transformed. He snuck around until he found Nino and stayed near Nino but kept his eyes on the photographer. He was relieved to see them set up to have his homeroom class take their picture again. Everyone was arranged as before, except Alix was missing.

“Miss Bustier? Where’s Alix?” Mylene asked.

“She seems to have left school grounds. I’ve already informed her father of this,” Mr. Damocles answered.

Adrien knotted his brow as he looked at Alix’s empty seat. A budding suspicion gnawed away at him. Bloody Bug had left, and Alix was still gone. There were some similarities between the two, but were they the same person?

“Alright, last time we do this. Everyone say, ‘Spaghetti.’”

“Spaghetti!” everyone cheered.

The photographer took the photo and straightened. “Alright. All done.”

Juleka beamed beside Adrien. Marinette, Alya, Mylene, and Rose all hugged her as the final bell rang. Everyone dispersed, gathered their things, and headed out. Adrien took a moment to look around for Alix but didn’t see her anywhere. He hummed as he headed out to his ride.

Adrien got in the car but kept his eyes on the school. He waited to see if Alix would make an appearance at all, but she was still missing. The suspicion gnawed and ate away at him the entire ride home. He headed straight for his room up to his window.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?” Plagg asked.

“I’m going to look for Bloody Bug.”

“How? She’s likely out of uniform, going about her life. Just as we should by staying here and eating cheese.”

“No, Plagg. She’s hurting. Something happened and she needs someone. She’s probably alone and suffering. I can’t let that stand. She needs me. Even if she doesn’t, she shouldn’t have to be alone.”

“You don’t even know who she is. How will you find her?”

“I have my suspicions.”

“What? Well, nix them. You two aren’t supposed to know who each other are.”

“Why is that?”

“Because that’s how it is.”

“Well, it’s stupid. Especially when my partner is out there suffering. You want to know what’s stupid? Expecting me to sit by for her to bled because of some rule you can’t even give proper reasoning behind.”

“Look, not everything is going to make sense. Regardless, the rules are there for a reason. Usually to keep you guys safe, but that’s that.”

“Safe from what exactly? What harm could come with us knowing?”

“Well… I mean, your enemy could akumatize one of you and learn who the other is. He may come for either of you directly.”

“Wouldn’t that help us stop him?” Adrien pressed.

“I mean, it could, but it could also put you two in a lot of danger.”

“Maybe so, but you’re running on an assumption that we’d get akumatized in the first place. I know I’d never let our enemy manipulate me, and do you honestly think Blood would fall as easily too?”

“Look, she’s got spunk, but also a temper. She’s wild and impulse, so she’s a risk.”

“You’re wrong. If she’s so much a risk, why isn’t she akumatized right now?”

“Maybe… maybe Hawkmoth didn’t want to use her right now.”

“You’re telling me that someone with such strong emotions with some kind of major trauma isn’t as enticing as say some kids who got humiliated. Sure, it’s no better, but you really think he’d pass up on all that negativity?”

“Well, probably not.”

“Exactly, and right now, she needs me. She needs her best friend.”

“And where are you even going to start looking? Even with your hunch, she could be anywhere.”

Adrien paused. Plagg did have a point. He could end up searching the entire city to never find Bloody Bug. Even if she was Alix, that still didn’t help him as he knew less about Alix than Bloody Bug. Except he knew about Bloody Bug’s late mother. There could be a chance she could be at a graveyard, visiting her mother’s grave. It was a shot in the dark, but it was worth investigating first before he roamed aimlessly.

“Maybe so, but I need to try. I’d rather spend the rest of the day looking for her and not find her than to not try at all.”

Plagg sighed. “There’s no convincing you otherwise, is there?”

“Not at all. Let’s go. Plagg, claws out.”

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