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lost-walmartbag · 1 year

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Warning: swearing

Background: Kyle decides to speak to you after years of silence

Status: ongoing

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Peace by your side: chapter one

September is an awkward month. It's not insanely hot but it isn't cold enough to not want to die every time you see stairs that are more than three steps. Sometimes it feels like the world is taunting you telling you to suffer. One day it rains and you think it's okay to finally wear that long sleeve you've had saved up only to look like a sinner in church by lunch.

So why do I keep making the same mistake every single year? It's been this way since I was a kid, but apparently, my brain turns to jelly by summer and stays that way until winter because nothing sticks. It wouldn't be so bad if the walk to school wasn't adding to how uncomfortable I felt in my long-sleeve shirt.

It would also help if I didn't know Kyle was behind me. I knew I shouldn't hate him but fuck. He didn't even try to stay friends after 'the incident' with our moms happened. I don't know many details all I know is I wasn't even allowed to think of the name Broflovski within a 20-mile radius of my house, let alone be friends with one.

Just walk straight for another 7 feet. Turn left. Another 20 feet. Turn right and boom you'll be able to avoid him properly. You got this Y/N!

It sucks that it has to be this way. Kyle just had to make it awkward by keeping his eyes on my every movement. He thinks I don't know he's staring at me right now, but of course I do. And it fucking sucks.

Just as I was about to take that left turn Kyle decided that today of all days was the day to speak to me again after eleven years of pure silence. Of course, I didn't help that but that's beside the point.

As I try to turn the corner, Kyle catches up. He is now on my right side and I try my best to ignore him until he speaks.

"H-hey. Um, how have you.." He stammered out before clearing his throat. "How've you been?"

I cringe hearing him stumble over his words. He was always kind of shy. Of course, he knew how to stand up for himself and I'd even seen him get in a few fights in middle school, but for some reason even when shy he was open with me. He never stumbled over his words when he was with me. Well, at least he didn't use to.

He noticed I hadn't responded and even though I was looking forward I could see his once-shy smile falter. He cleared his throat again and looked down at his feet while still keeping up with my pace.

Which I increased on purpose. Take the hint dude.

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"I guess." I manage to let out.

"Oh cool. Cool." He said, clearly struggling to figure out what to say next so the conversation didn't die. Not that it was really alive to begin with. I decided to put him out of his misery.

"It literally rained last night why is it already heating up?" I muttered and out of my peripheral, I saw him crack a smile.

"Yeah Mother Nature is a bit weird, isn't she? Pulling a weird prank that you fall for every time." He said huffing out a laugh.

I couldn't help but smile a bit even though I tried my fucking hardest to fight it. "I'll get it right one day."

"You know it's not so bad. At least you aren't a daywalker?" He said basically forcing a laugh out of my throat.

He used to do that a lot. Whenever I was upset about something he would bring up how amazing it was that I wasn't a 'daywalker' like him. It was a term Cartman had come up with, that he absolutely hated but then coined it for himself. He was a hypocrite like that.

I looked up at him for the first time since he walked to my side and I felt my breath hitch. Fuck. Fuck. I knew I avoided looking at him for the last eleven years but how the fuck did he change so much since the last time I actually looked at him? When did he get tall? When did he cut his hair? When did he get so....hot?

I quickly looked away. Fuck. Yeah, real smooth Y/N. Apparently, he seemed to think so too because I could see his shoulders shaking in my peripheral. My cheeks heat up and all I want to do right now is push him into traffic, or more preferably, myself.

As we turn right he switches over to my left side.

"Is it already too hot for the long-sleeve?"

"Y-yeah," I say feeling the heat run up my neck to my cheeks. I just want this to be over. "W-why are you even talking to me right now?"

"Oh um, I." He started. My question seemed to really throw him off and I couldn't help but feel bad about how mean I sounded.

"Sorry um, that was rude. I just- I mean I-"

"No no, it's ok. We haven't talked in a while and I...I guess what I'm trying to say is.."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft hand grabbed my arm and pulled me further away from his side. I look to my right seeing Heidi, pulling me away from Kyle. Heidi knew as much as anyone why I hated Kyle and she both loved and hated him for it. Loved because she happily filled his 'best friend' role when we stopped talking. And hated, because she was there to see how torn up about it I was.

I still am some days but I won't tell her that. She tapped me two times on the arm as her way of asking if I was okay. I tensed my arm in my way of telling her I wasn't.

Did I want to know what Kyle wanted? Yeah of course. But did I want to stay here trying to awkwardly fumble a conversation with the dude who has been ignoring me for almost 12 years? Fuck no.

She cleared her throat and I let out a silent groan as she prepared to act her ass off.

"Oh my god! Y/N I found this really cute bag at the mall yesterday you totally have to come with me it would totally go with that outfit you got last month." She said in an exaggerated valley girl voice as she practically dragged me away.

I looked over my shoulder to see Kyle start to reach out but stop himself. He watched me for a moment before hanging his head and kicking a small rock in front of him.

It's better this way. I used to miss Kyle and seeing him today just made things hard. If that's not a sign that we should keep this 'pretending the other doesn't exist' thing going I don't know what is. We both know it'll end badly if we don't.

I turn to Heidi who once out of earshot stopped talking about shoes and makeup and let out a deep breath.

"The things I do for you." She said dropping the weird valley girl voice.

"I appreciate it."

"Why was he talking to you anyway? What did he say?" She asked pulling her hand away from my arm.

"He asked about my birthday and-"

"Did you tell him about it? About the...thing?" She interrupted.

"N-no I just said it went well and then I asked him why he was even talking to me and then you came."

"How do you feel? He hasn't said a thing to you since you were what? Five?"

"Six." I corrected her.

"Six. And now outta nowhere, he wants to act all buddy buddy?"

"Look I don't know either ok?" I said with a sigh and leaned my head back as we walked to class.

"OK ok. How do you feel about it?"

"Fine? It's not like I died."

"No Y/N. How do you feel about it?" She repeated and I knew I wasn't going to get out of this easily.

"I feel...I feel. Not good? My face was on fire when I looked at him. I didn't notice how much he changed since the last time we talked and fuck when he laughed or smiled or breathed I felt...fuck I don't know."

"Was it purring?"

"Heidi! Ew gross!" I said putting my face in my hands as she laughed.

"I hate him if you hate him. I just wanna make sure we're on the same page. Do you still hate him?"

I bite my lip. Yes of course I still hate him. Is what I wanna say but is it the truth? His smile was so warm. He really didn't change that much. I used to love the person he was and if he's still that person does that mean that I still love him? Platonically of course.

"Hey~ Earth to Y/N~" Heidi said moving her hand in front of my face and stopping outside of our class.

"Yes of course I do. He abandoned me. Didn't even try not to. I hate him."

"Are you telling me or yourself?" She asked softly and I could tell she was serious. I look into her eyes and sigh.

"Both."

"That's ok. Let's go do math."

"I'd rather die." I grumble as we walk into the room.

"You will one day just after math."

A/N: Yo. Thought I could post since I had some free time to finish up this chapter. Hope It was to your liking cause I did like writing it. Also if you guys have given me a request don't worry I will get to them......eventually. Hey don't hate me please I just need some time and I really hope you guys can accept that and support me for that. I will get to them promise promise promise. So if you're thinking about sending a request I will do it but don't expect it soon. Especially if you can see and want it to be long. Anyway, enough of that. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed it. I love you all 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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queenofthedisneyverse · 5 months

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Deceiver Chapter 1 - Villain Camilo au (rewrite)

TW: Some cussing

As always likes, reblogs. and comments are appreciated. Questions are fine as well.

Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies and @evostar for the inspiration.

Chapter 2

These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.

Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.

A few years after his ceremony, it became expected for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.

After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.

2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.

So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. If you need an extra Luisa you can just go to him. He can’t mimic her build and the strength she would have without her gift to help carry or lift whatever you needed…To hell with his own relaxation.

“Hey, it's Camilo! Tell us a story, we know you have a good one to share”

“I’ve been down lately, say something to lift my spirits”

“Say something funny, I'm so bored!”

Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.

"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"

"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

"What's with the attitude?!"

"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."

And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.

"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"

"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"

"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"

"You're Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"

Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?

All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be out of it two hours after breakfast or lunch.

There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.

He was never allowed to be sad, angry, or any version of upset. Just a happy sunshine boy who would make you smile if you demanded asked him to. Camilo can’t even remember when he actually let himself feel anything besides joy.

But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.

Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?

He has all the time in the world to tell his family that he has trouble understanding who he is. How he has trouble seeing who the person is in the mirror when he looks at it. When he looks in the mirror he’s too scared to see whether it’s himself or someone else hiding underneath.

How he still has issues letting himself feel negative emotions but…the magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone. So everything is going to go great.

Camilo watched as his hermanito gave Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.

"We see how bright you burn"

He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiled warmly at her.

"We see how brave you've been"

"Now see yourself in turn"

Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including Abuela, looks at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door. Tio bruno now stands beside tia julieta and tio agustin. Man, has he grown since the start of all this. Still a little skittish and scared of people but he’s genuinely trying and making progress.

All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it. Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.

No.

No. No. No. No. No. No! No! No!

NO!

This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be. The magic felt agonizingly warm within his body. He never wanted to feel this warmth ever again in his entire life.

"Hola Casita!" Mirabel smiled and waved at the home.

The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else it could finally control again. With so much excitement, Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.

"Come on! Get in here!"

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Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on. The joy was ultimately infectious to everyone but Camilo. He was still trying to process what the hell was going on.

"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"

Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.

That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.

But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?

Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!

No, no, he won't let that happen.

Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-

Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.

"Everyone together!" Alma said cheerfully

Huh?!

"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.

After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be.

Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.

She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?

She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.

"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.

There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-

"Camilo?!"

Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.

"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.

Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he was shocked.

"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"

"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"

Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.

"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.

"I'm fine papa, really"

The party continued and everything was going well. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.

"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.

"You know what that means," Another voice said.

"Everything will go back to how it used to" another said.

"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"

"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"

What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.

"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."

This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.

When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snuck out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.

It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value. He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.

"Go on!"

"I can't!"

"Just take it already!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"

Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge.

“Puta madre!! Why Mirabel, WHY?! You just have to fuck everything up don’t you?!” Camilo seethed to himself. There was definitely no way of removing the magic this time. That doorknob more than likely wouldn’t budge unless Mirabel herself wanted to remove it.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, to punch something ANYTHING! This isn’t fair. He can’t go back to being other people! He can’t go back to babysitting every kid in Encanto without a choice in the matter.

“I don’t even know who I am at all and it’s all their fault! Those soul sucking ungrateful villagers. I never even got a thank you for watching their kids! Never a “thank you” for pretending to be someone else for them! I'm not going to let anyone force me back into that corner, EVER! I will burn this entire encanto DOWN to the ground before that happens again!”

Camilo’s heart was racing fast as he stared at the glowing door. Those smiles were so adorable…so mocking. He looked at the glowing version of himself “drawn” onto the door. He reached up to it and touched it.

The door felt sickeningly warm to the touch. He could feel the music from inside vibrating off of it. Milo took his hand away with a scowl etched into his lips. He chuckled but there was no joy in it. Only disdain.

Before he could think anything else the door swung open and hit him straight in the face, knocking him down.

“OW!” Camilo groaned as he sat up off the ground clutching his face.

“Huh? Oh sorry Milo, I didn’t know you were there” A voice said apologetically. Camilo instantly recognized it as Isabela’s.

He looked up and saw her. She was completely covered in a variety of pollen colors but the most obvious one was dark blue. She held her hand out and Camilo begrudgingly took it. Next to her was a giddy and bouncy Antonio.

“Did you kick the door open?!” He said as he rubbed his hurt nose.

Isabela shrugged, “Yeah, lo siento. Now come on, Casita said that some of us have new additions to our gifts. Antonio wants you to try something”

Camilo looked down and was met with Antonio’s beaming face, “Cami! Dolores can turn her gift off when she wants too, that’s so cool right?! Isabela can make all kinds of plants now, even poisonous ones! I’m not sure what I or mama or Luisa can do yet but I want you to try something!”

Camilo took in all of that information and reminded himself that he wasn’t smiling, so he pretended that he was just as happy as Antonio, “Oh really? Well, what do you want me to try?”

“Try shapeshifting into animals por favor!”

Milo was taken back by that, animals? He remembered trying that once as a kid and nothing happened.

“I- I don’t know tonito-”

“Pleeeeeease!” Antonio begged with that adorable smile and big eyes. Who can say no to that

Camilo sighed and kneeled down to be at his hermanito’s level “fine, any specifics?”

“A jaguar, like Parce!” Antonio bounced with anticipation and joy.

The teen boy looked up at Isabela, who just shrugged and put a hand on her hip as she waited. He looked back down at Antonio and stood back up.

“Well…worth a shot” Camilo shrugged and closed his eyes.

Milo focused on the image of Parce in his head and breathed a deep sigh. His eyes closed and breathing calm. After ten seconds he opened his eyes. He looked at Antonio and up at Isabela, then down at the ground.

Paws…he sees paws! He tried to circle around but he would just trip over himself seeing as it’s the first time he’s walking in cat form. But that didn’t deter him at all. He was ecstatic.

“I- I did it! I turned into jaguar! I can shift into animals-”

“Pffft-” Isabela snickered and Antonio giggled at the sight. Camilo assumed it was because he was walking funny. Nope.

“You missed a spot primo!” Isabela pointed at her face

“Que?”

“Your head isn’t a jaguar head. And you have a human backside” Antonio giggled. In a quick pace, tonito asked Casita to open the front door. The house obliged and did what it was asked. Before Camilo could get a word out Antonio shouted that everyone come see Camilo in a jaguar form.

“No wait! Don’t!” Milo wasn’t a fan of his weird shifting quirks. They always acted up at the worst times and he hated it. Now was one of those times. The more he tried to shift back into any other animal or just himself he would just shift into a different animal with strange human likeness.

By the time people were outside they saw the amalgamation that was a half donkey, horse, and teenage boy. It caused people, especially his family, to laugh at this shifting quirk. It was causing him to panic and shift more uncontrollably.

He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be the town entertainment again. Milo stopped to focus on the ground. In this form his legs looked to be a donkey's legs, horse torso, and a capybara face with his normal hands and hair.

Alma came up to him with tears in her eyes as she chuckled, “aye milo, still trying to make everyone laugh I see”

This isn’t happening right now…it couldn’t be. He wanted this to be a horrible dream but all of it felt too real to be. The laughs were so loud and annoying. His heart was beating really fast and all he could do was just look around in embarrassment.

Pepa saw the panic in his eyes and her smile quickly faded, as well as her rainbow. She quickly walked over to him. Felix noticed her expression and followed suit.

Pepa stood by him and patted his head in order to calm him down “Cami, you alright?”

Camilo looked up at her and looked back at everyone else. He was not okay. He needed to not be the center of attention right now. He tried to shift into his human form but that just caused so much more embarrassment for him.

Not to mention that all of this unorthodox shifting was hurting him. His bones and skin just shifted into so many things so many times. It was painful.

Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE STOP! He thought to himself. With a final scream of frustration he finally shifted back into himself. He checked himself over. Normal hands, normal face, normal body, normal feet.

His breathing was quick and uneven. His heart beating a thousand beats per second. And…he was crying. Tears were falling down his cheeks and his body was shaking.

“Camilo” Felix looked down at his son with concern and bent down to pick him up by the arm. “Hey, hey mijo! Breath, look at me!”

The teen couldn’t hear him. In fact, Camilo could still hear and see the villagers laughing at him. Even if they weren’t anymore. The laughter got louder and louder to him, never stopping.

This frightened Camilo and he ran past all of them. Pushing and knocking over whoever he can to get inside Casita. The voices calling out to him were unheard as he rushed up Casita’s stairs and into his room.

It was still the same as it used to be. A large theater with a big stage. The only difference was that the lights were much brighter than they used to be. And they were directly on him and followed his every movement as he ran past the audience seats and on top of the stage.

He moved the curtain back and his old king sized bed was there with all of its yellow, orange, and red pillows, blankets, and sheets. On the right of his bed was a large rectangular mirror with the classic round light bulbs decorating all sides of it.

“Casita…please,” Camilo whimpered as tears fell down his cheeks. Laughter was still echoing in his head. “Make it stop!”

He covered his ears like his hermana used to when noise became too much for her.

Why is this happening to me?! I just want things to be normal! Why can’t I be normal, why can’t this family be normal?! Camilo fell to his knees and tightened his hold on his head.

Why did Mirabel have to touch that fucking doorknob! This is all her fault, her fault, her fault, HER FAULT! Everything was fine before that. My life was going to be normal and now it’s back to how it was! Those people are going to use me again…no…

Camilo’s eyes widened as he stumbled upon a thought, “Those people…those ungrateful ass people! How dare they laugh at me?! After all the turmoil I went through to make them happy…that’s how they repay me”

The teen boy chuckled, then giggled, and soon he started to laugh. Loudly and Maniacally. This was it, Camilo finally snapped.

“I’ll make them pay”

On the outside of his room, Dolores was downstairs at the kitchen table trying her best to listen in on her hermano. But she couldn’t hear anything. She did hear him crying but then it just stopped as quick as it started. The only thing she could hear was his heart beat. There was a thought that he was just doing this to get attention but Camilo would never do that.

“Do you hear anything?” Pepa asked with concern in her voice. The only reason she didn’t barge into his room is because Felix stopped her. He wanted to see him too but didn’t want to overstep a boundary.

Dolores shakes her head, “No, mama his room is soundproof”

Antonio looked up at his hermana and parents, “Is he gonna be ok?”

Felix looked down at his youngest son sympathetically, “He’ll be ok mijo, he was just uh…a little embarrassed”

“A little my ass” Pepa thought to herself as she was stroking her braid. A small gray cloud over her head.

“He was crying though” Antonio doubted and sank back into his chair a little bit.

The table went quiet as everyone went into deep thought. He looked really panicked, hurt (both physically and emotionally), and embarrassed. Most of them thought he may have been having a panic attack but Dolores informed them his heart rate has slowed down. Which was also a calming thing to know for her as well.

“If I was in his situation I would’ve cried and ran off too” Bruno admitted quietly as he fiddled with his fingers.

Camilo breathed in a deep sigh and stared at himself in the mirror. For once in a long time, Camilo saw his face staring back at him. He was sure of himself now…and knowing that put a sinister smile on his face.

He tilted his head as he noticed something…man he needed a wardrobe change.

I need a better style than this. Oh! I know Mami and Dolores would love to help me with that! Tonito and Papi would too. Milo stood up and walked away from the mirror, swiping the curtains out of his way and walked down the stage stairs.

Once he made it out of his room he closed his door lightly and leaned his back on it. A big and chipper smile appeared on his lips. A soft and happy voice to go with it.

“Dolores, can you and Mami come upstairs please? I want a makeover”

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agaypanic · 1 year

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omg i absolutely love your work 🤭

anyways! i was hoping i could request a reese wilkerson x reader where the reader is like kinda popular and really cool? and almost everyone is shocked at why she’d pick reese out of everyone else?

thank you! have a good day/night <3

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A/N: pretend air fryers were popular/invented in the early 2000s bc apparently they were first made in 2010

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Knowing how popular kids in early 2000s shows are, your friends are absolutely disgusted that you like Reese

They think he’s an animal and that he’d ruin your image

When you tell them you have a crush on Reese, they try SO HARD to talk you down

“Y/n, I can’t believe you’d even consider being near that thing.” One of your friends sneered as they all watched you stare at Reese Wilkerson, of all people, in a dreamy daze. “I’m pretty sure he’s, like, insane.”

“He’s not that bad.” You argued. His head turned slightly in your direction, and you looked away in a panic. Another one of your friends scoffed.

“He’s crazy into gore. Like, concerningly into it.” Everyone else at the table decided to bring up their own qualms with the boy.

“He’s really stupid. I don’t even know how he’s survived this long.”

“He has no friends.”

“He’s a dick to everyone.”

“He has a creepy laugh.”

“Okay, everyone, shut up!” You surprised yourself at your outburst, but you needed your friends to stop talking. You cleared your throat, smoothing out your shirt to regain your thoughts. “Look, I have Reese in my home ec class, and he’s actually really nice once you get to know him.”

Your first friend sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, we’re just saying that he’s… he’s not like you. Like us.” The table agreed, and you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You brushed off the hand and grabbed your bag and lunch tray.

“Like that’s so terrible.” You muttered as you walked away.

Dating Reese led to the following out with your friends, but you didn’t mind

You’d rather have a good boyfriend than shitty friends

Plus, losing them didn’t do much to your status at school because you were really nice to everyone, which people liked

It’s one of the reasons Reese fell for you in the first place

If you’re rich, you don’t rub it in his face

SPOIL HIM!!! PLEASE!!!

Being in home ec with Reese made you learn about his love for food. His talent impressed you, especially since everyone around you usually reduced him to a mindless thug who craved violence.

When you discovered his birthday was coming up, you knew exactly what to get him.

“Wow! This is giant, Y/n!” Reese marveled at the size and weight of the wrapped present. “You didn’t have to get me this.”

“You don’t even know what it is, Reese. Open it, come on!” You were dying to see his reaction. He started tearing at the wrapping paper, getting excited for the big surprise. When he saw what was in the box, he looked like he was about to explode.

In a good way, thankfully.

“Holy shit! This is awesome!” Reese shouted, staring at the air fryer in his hands.

“I know how much you love cooking and that you cook for your family during big events and stuff. So when you don’t have enough space in the oven or on the stove or something, you have another place to cook.” You explained, grinning at his reaction. He set the air fryer down gently to hug you.

“This is so cool, Y/n. Thanks.” He kissed your forehead before opening the box to look through the manual.

“Anything for the birthday boy.”

His family still gets surprised sometimes when you come over

Malcolm thinks it’s some elaborate prank so you can humiliate him

Lois thought the same, but it’s been so long that now she believes that you genuinely like her son

Which still surprises her a bit

“Reese, I’m just saying that there’s still a possibility that she could be using you.” Malcolm had been following his brother around the house while he got ready for a date with you, insistent that it was a bad idea. “What if this is a whole repeat of the pig thing.” Reese shuddered at the mention of the incident.

“Y/n isn’t like that, Malcolm. Besides, it’s been two months. If this was all a prank, I think she would’ve said something by now.”

“But what if it’s a very elaborate and lengthy scheme to ruin your reputation?”

“What reputation?” Reese countered. He walked out of his room, Malcolm hot on his tail. There was a knock on the door, and Lois beat Reese to opening it.

“Y/n, what a surprise!” She said, looking at you. She knew you were coming to meet with Reese but sometimes wouldn’t believe that you were still hanging out with him. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too, Mrs. Wilkerson.” You responded, looking in the house. “Is Reese ready?”

“Yup.” The boy in question responded, appearing by his mother.

“Y/n, why don’t you wait in the car? I need to talk to Reese for a moment.” You nodded and left to wait. Lois shut the door and turned to her son. “Part of me can’t believe you’re still hanging out with her.”

“She’s so cool, Mom! Tonight we’re gonna see that new slasher movie, and if it’s good enough, we’ll get right back in line and see it again. Y/n is like the only girl I know who’s actually interested in stuff that I’m interested in.” Lois couldn’t help but smile at Reese’s excitement when talking about you. She decided to throw him a bone.

“Well, have fun then. Just don’t come home too late.”

Lois closed the door behind Reese and watched from the kitchen window as you drove off, excitedly talking about something. Probably the gore fest you were about to partake in.

“I can’t believe you’re still letting them date,” Malcolm said as he passed through the kitchen. “I mean, what if she’s just using him?”

“That’s a problem for later, Malcolm.” Lois sighed, looking through the fridge to spark an idea for dinner. “But right now, as long as she keeps helping him get C’s in his classes, I don’t really care.”

#reese wilkerson x reader smut #reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson headcanons #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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elkieanddoppo · 27 days

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The Agency Gives Us What We Need and No One Leaves

also posted in: The Agency Gives Us What We Need And No One Leaves - elkysakura - 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs [Archive of Our Own]

It’s Kunikida’s birthday, and the agency members are throwing him a surprise party and preparing a special gift. A gift all the way from Mersault.

Kunikida meticulously prepares lunch in the early hours of the morning, ensuring that each dish is perfectly balanced and nutritious. He knows all too well that Kenji, Dazai, Atsushi, and Kyouka often skip meals. It frustrates him to no end, so he's taken it upon himself to ensure they eat properly.

As he finishes packing the lunches, Kunikida's mind drifts to his other talent—baking. It's a skill he's kept hidden from everyone except Ranpo, who discovered it and now pesters him nonstop for sweets. Though Kunikida occasionally bakes for him, Ranpo's constant demands have become too much so Kunikida started ignoring his pleas.

Despite this, Kunikida continues to bake cakes for everyone's birthdays. Each time, he arrives at work late, claiming he had to pick up the cake from a bakery. It's become a running excuse, though Ranpo can’t believe no one else has caught on to the truth. To Ranpo, it’s painfully obvious, but the others remain unaware, trusting Kunikida’s word without question.

But today is Kunikida’s birthday. He doesn't expect anything—not gifts, not a cake. He figures the day will be like any other. After all, it's not as if his birthday is anything special.

When he entered the agency, he’s surprised to find it… empty? Where the hell are all the members? Even the office staff is missing. Frowning, he walks to his desk and sits down.

One hour passed, then two, but still, no one showed up.

Kunikida felt a surge of anger but forced himself to stay calm.

‘Where the hell are they?’ he thinks, irritation growing.

Suddenly, the door bursts open revealing Atsushi and Yosano.

“Why are you two late?! And don’t slam the door like that—it’ll break AGAIN! We don’t have enough funds to—” Kunikida's scolding is cut short as Atsushi partly transformed into a tiger and tackled him to the ground.

“H-Hey! Get off me, Atsushi!”

“Good job,” Yosano says, swiftly tying Kunikida’s hands and blindfolding him.

“Hey! Dr. Yosano, what is this? What are you planning? My schedule will be ruined! Ugh, I just wanted a peaceful day at work, but of course, that’s too much to ask with you guys and your… pranks.”

Yosano chuckles. “Don’t worry too much. Besides, Fukuzawa-sensei has already approved this.”

“You even got the President in on this?!” Kunikida sighed as he’s carried off by his two colleagues to who knows where.

He felt himself being seated in a car.

“Sorry about this, Kunikida-san,” Atsushi said apologetically beside him. Kunikida only responded with a groan.

They drove for about ten minutes before the car came to a stop. Atsushi helped him out and guided him as they walked to wherever they were taking him.

Atsushi stopped walking, so Kunikida did too.

“Are we here, Brat?”

“Uh,, wait. Please stay there, Kunikida-san.” Atsushi said as he let go of him. Murmurs could be heard, along with the sound of hurried footsteps.

“Come on, put… in….” “No! This should...put……” “....already here?!” “Wait…” “Kyoka-chan, can you remove the cloth…. his arms? …. you.”

He felt the cloth around his arms removed.

“Positions, people.” “Ok, we’re ready.”

“Atsushi, take his blind off now.” Kunikida recognized that voice. It was the President's

Atsushi took the cloth off his eyes and took a step back. They gave him time to adjust to the lighting before saying: “Happy birthday, Kunikida/-san!”

Where were they? Where did they find a flower field as vast as this. Not in Yokohama, that’s for sure.

Kunikida moved his attention to the people (the agency members, his family), gathered in front of him. Decorations and picnic mats surrounded them. There was also a large gift box, big enough to fit a person, but he didn’t pay much attention to it for now. He stood there, frozen in shock. He hadn't expected this. He never thought they would go to such lengths… for him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he laughed, “You kidnapped me for this? Thank you.”

“Kunikida-san is crying—why?!” someone exclaimed as the younger members rushed forward to hug him.

“Stop crying already, Kunikida! I want to eat already.” Ranpo, who was sitting on one of the picnic mats.

Kunikida chuckled and wiped his tears, “Of course, Ranpo-san.” He walked towards him and sat down.

“Look, Kunikida-san! We baked you a cake!” Kenji hugged Kunikida from the side as he pointed at the two-layered cake.

“You didn’t order this?” Kunikida asked, shocked.

“Of course, we didn’t. We wanted to surprise you by making it ourselves because Ranpo-san said the cakes we had in all of our birthdays were made by you!” Tanizaki said as he sat down beside him.

“Oh.” Kunikida lets it (the fact that Ranpo told them about his baking) slide as he looked at them, “I’m really really grateful for this. I didn’t think you would do this or even remember my birthday at all.”

“Kunikida-san, if you must know, all of us have each of our birthdays marked in our own calendars. Except for Ranpo-san who does not use a calendar.” Haruno, one of the office staffs, calmly pointed out.

Kunikida smiled at that because, of course, how can he forget that. After all, he also has all of their birthdays marked in his.

“Wait, guys. Aren’t we forgetting something?” Atsushi said, leaning on the huge gift box.

“Oh, right, I forgot about hi–” Kyoka covered Kenji’s mouth to prevent him from continuing what he was saying.

The ones sitting stood up and approached the box.

“What the..” Kunikida stood infront of the box.

“Open it! Here.” Atsushi handed him a string.

“I swear if this….” He sighed, “Please, I want a simple gift.”

“You worry too much, Kunikida. I– we promise you’ll love your gift.” Fukuzawa smiled.

“Ah yes. Alright, Boss.” He pulled the string and the box started to fall apart.

Revealing…. DAZAI?!??! When did he come back? Where was he all this time?! Kunikida missed him. So much. He wants to hug him.

Dazai stepped out of the box, “I thought you forgot about me and started eating.. Well anyway, happy birthday, Kunikida-kun~ How are–”

He couldn’t continue what he was saying when Kunikida took a step forward and hugged him tightly.

“This is probably the best thing you could have given me. I miss you, Osamu.” Kunikida felt his tears again but he didn’t cry. He didn’t want Dazai to see him cry just because he missed him. The hug, alone, was enough to boost his ego.

“Oh, well, you missed me that much huh?” Dazai felt himself smile as he pats Kunikida’s back.

A minute passed and they were still hugging. Not until,

“Stop with all that emotional stuff! I want to eat the cake now.” Ranpo separated Kunikida from Dazai, dragged him to where the cake was, and made him sit. Some of the staff and members laughed as he followed them and sat.

“Now, wish.”

He closed his eyes. The field fell silent, everyone waiting in anticipation. Kunikida could feel all eyes on him, the warmth of the candle's flickering light dancing on his face. He could practically hear Dazai holding back a laugh. He sighed internally.

‘I wish…’ he thought to himself, the real wish, the one he would never say aloud. He wished for peace, for stability, for a day without chaos—like today. He wished this would last. After all, they were not healed yet (physically and mentally) even if so much time had passed since the Decay of Angels Incident where most of them almost died.

He opened his eyes and blew out the candles in one smooth breath. The place erupted in applause, and Ranpo was the first to dig into the cake with a grin of pure delight.

Everyone got their own food too and Kunikida just admired them.

~ As Kunikida watched his colleagues, his heart feels lighter than it has in a long time. The laughter, the casual chatter, and the sight of everyone enjoying themselves.

As always, Dazai is at the center of attention, telling stories about uhh something called Mersault, while Atsushi and Kyoka listened intently, their faces alight with amusement. Yosano and Tanizaki are deep in conversation with Fukuzawa, likely discussing something related to the agency, though for once, the atmosphere around them is relaxed and familial. Even Haruno, who’s usually busy with paperwork, seemed to have let go of her usual stress, smiling brightly as she helped Ranpo serve slices of cake.

Kunikida takes a deep breath, letting the scent of flowers and freshly baked desserts fill his senses. It feels surreal, being surrounded by so much warmth, love, and care, especially on a day he had anticipated to be ordinary.

His thoughts were interrupted by Kenji, who handed him a plate of food with a beaming smile. “You should eat too, Kunikida-san! We made sure to include all your favorite dishes!”

Kunikida took the plate, still smiling, “Thank you, Kenji. It all looks delicious.”

Kenji nodded enthusiastically before running off to join Atsushi and Kyoka, who are now trying to get Dazai to eat something other than sweets. Kunikida chuckled softly, shaking his head at their antics.

He stood up and picked a spot on one of the picnic mats, away from the center but still close enough to feel the warmth of the group. As he started to eat, he can’t help but glance at Dazai, who caught him looking and gave Kunikida a mischievous wink before returning to his conversation.

Kunikida feels his chest tighten with a mix of emotions. Dazai’s sudden disappearance had left a void in the agency, especially in him. He was worried about Dazai. The brunette suddenly vanished into thin air during the early DOA attack. However, seeing him here and acting as if nothing had changed, brought both relief and frustration. He wanted to ask where he had been, why he left without a word, but he knows this isn’t the time. Today is supposed to be about celebration, not confrontation.

As if sensing his inner turmoil, Fukuzawa sat down beside Kunikida, offering him a silent but supportive presence. They sit in comfortable silence for a while, watching the others enjoy themselves.

“You’ve done well, Kunikida,” Fukuzawa finally says, his voice low and steady. “I know it hasn’t been easy, but you’ve kept the agency running smoothly. You’ve taken care of everyone, including me, even when it felt like too much. Even after the event with the Decay of Angels when everyone was traumatized and injured. Even after you almost died but still kept trying to protect the younger members. I really admire you, Kunikida.”

Kunikida looked down at his plate, a lump forming in his throat. He was embarrassed but he had to reply. “I just did what needed to be done, boss. It’s my duty.”

Fukuzawa nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “It’s more than that. You’ve gone above and beyond, even when you didn’t have to. We all see it, and we’re all grateful. You’ve earned this day, Kunikida. Let yourself enjoy it.”

Kunikida swallowed hard, emotions threatening to overwhelm him again. He nodded, unable to find the words to express his gratitude.

Fukuzawa placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder before standing up to rejoin the others, leaving Kunikida to his thoughts.

As the day wore on, the group started to wind down. The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the field. They gather together one last time to take a group photo, with Dazai insisting on being in the center, of course. Kunikida, despite his initial reluctance, found himself smiling as the camera clicked, capturing a moment he knew he’d cherish for years to come.

Once the photo was taken, they started packing up, everyone chipping in to clean up the area. Kunikida can’t help but feel a pang of sadness as they begin to leave. This day, this peace, it feels like something rare and fragile, something that could slip away at any moment.

As they head back to the car, Kunikida lingered behind for a moment, taking one last look at the field. The flowers sway gently in the breeze, and for a brief moment, he allows himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, days like this could become more frequent.

“Ready to go, Kunikida-kun?” Dazai’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, his hand reaching out to him.

Kunikida turned to find Dazai standing a few steps away, a soft smile on his face. There’s something different in his expression, something almost… sincere.

“Yes, I’m ready,” Kunikida replied, takes the Dazai’s hand and intertwining their fingers.

They followed the rest of the group back to the cars. As they walk, Kunikida felt a sense of contentment settle over him. He doesn’t know what the future holds, and he knows the peace they found today might be brief, but for now, it’s enough.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s all he needs.

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the-banana-0verlord · 2 years

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Speechless (Sebek Zigvolt x reader)

Note: Gn reader, Sebek birthday special.

***

Putting up with Sebek was impossible for most people. He was loud, arrogant and annoying. You had your difficulties with him too, but you were one of the only ones who actually hangoud out with him. On his side, he tolerated you, at best.

You were also in the same class, facilitating your contacts. Today, you were taking Alchemy class and you have been designated as partners. The assigment was a simple potion that made you understand languages you couldn’t normally.

“Luckily for us, he boasted, my mentor Lilia has told me all about this elixir, as he had used it many times! The ingredient we need to add is an alligator scale!

-Uhm, I’m pretty sure the textbook says a crocodile scale...

-Nonsense, Human! It is the word of Lilia, it certainly wouldn’t be wrong!

-If you say so.”

Begrudgingly, you put the scale in the couldron. Few minutes later, the potion was ready. You read a phrase in old Scalding Sands, a phrase he was supposed to translate to you. But when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

“Sebek, are you okay?” You asked.

He was too busy panicking and gripping his throat to respond. The professor Crewel, noticing the distress, approached the two of you.

“What is going on? He slapped his whip against his hand.

-Sebek seems to have lost his voice, sensei, you answered while the boy was silently screaming in frustration.

-Go to the nurse’s office. It’s probably nothing but it might be a symptom of something worse.

-Yes, sir.”

***

“Upon inspection, the nurse announced, it’s just an effect caused by a potion created by the Sea Witch. It should be gone in about three days. But I’m curious, how did you manage to create it? The recipee was lost ages ago.

-We put an alligator scale instead of the crocodile one in our polyglot potion.

-Ah, rookie mistake.”

Sebek looked like he was going to jump at the trhoat of nurse Gothel.

“Well anyways, there’s nothing I can do for him. I’ll write him a note exempting him of animal linguistics class.”

***

The path back to class was very akward. You were used to his constant blabbering, so it was strange.

“So, I was thinking you might need someone to help you translate things to others, so if you want I can do it.”

He opened his mouth, but closed it when he remebered he couldn’t speak. Instead, he got his phone out and typed something at the speed of light.

I don’t need a human to tend to me! I’ll be fine by myself, thank you very much!

“Oh, okay then.”

At that, you parted ways.

***

The next day, you were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Sebek sat loudly next to you. He presented his phone to you, looking away.

If your offer still stands, I’m taking it. Mind you, I’m doing this because I pity you, not because I need it.

Turns out, communicating without speaking was way harder than he thought. He was forced to admit he needed your help. His face betrayed his offense when you burst out laughing.

“Of course, Sebek the Great, I will help you.”You teased.

Malleus is the great one, not me!

***

With your assistance, the three days went by fast. By being his translator, you were able to smooth his behavior towards others.

And truth is, he began to appreciate you more. Before, he saw you as just a lonely human who stuck to him because they had no friends. Now, he respected you, and even develloped some sort of... Fondness for you. One that he wouldn’t admit over his dead body.

He was also able to have a heart to heart with Lilia about the potion ingredient confusion. The latter admitted it was a prank and didn’t think Sebek would take his word for it.

Few days later, you found the boy at your doorstep, flowers in hand. Before you could utter a word, he shoved them in your face.

“As a thank you for helping me when I was incapable of speanking, I will treat you to a restaurant. And don’t interpret it wrongly, Master Lilia made me do it!”

You carefully took the bouquet.

“Oh, they’re lovely. When is it gonna be?

-Tonight at seven. Do not be late!

-I won’t don’t worry.

-Very well, I will await for your presence!”

***

You approached Sebek, who was waiting for you in front of the Monstro Lounge. When he heard your footsteps, he turned to face you.

“Ah, Human! Do you know you’re one minute and 35 seconds late?! Of course, as I am kind, I will let it slide,but-”

He stopped mid-sentence, staring at you while a pink tint spread across his face. For the occasion, you had worn the prettiest thing in your cupboard.

“Sebek? Are you okay? Does the potion still affect you? You asked worriedly.

-N-no, everything is fine. You look... Not bad, for a human.

-I’ll take it as a compliment. Shall we go in?

-Of course!”

Together, you entered the restaurant. Feigning like he was looking the other way, he enterwined your fingers with his.

***

Have a good day/night!

#twisted wonderland #sebek #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #twst sebek #twst sebek x reader #birthday boy sebek #birthday special

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pickalilywrites · 4 months

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This idea just came to me. Levi whacks a monkey pinata with Zeke's picture taped on it. (This is all Hange's idea lol) Idk what for, but a work party I guess.

ty i hope it's fun to read ^^

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levi ackerman. hanji zoe. minor rivetra. the office au. 2289 words.

It’s not a holiday, but the office is in a festive mood. While the work day doesn’t end until 5 PM, hardly any work has been done since the party preparations began after lunch. Streamers hang from the ceilings amidst floating balloons, food has been placed in the conference room, and a large banner that says “Happy Birthday, Zeke!” has been plastered on the wall. Some generic pop music that’s trending on social media fills the air. A few coworkers don birthday hats, but most are just enjoying the party without any festive headgear.

“Happy birthday, Zeke!” Connie says again for the dozenth time, punctuating his well wishes with a toot from one of the noisemakers that had been passed out earlier. Beside him, Sasha blows her own noisemaker enthusiastically.

“Thank you, thank you, although you’ve been saying happy birthday to me all day,” Zeke laughs. He rubs underneath the string of his party hat and flashes a smile at everyone around him. “You guys sure know how to throw a party. Of course, I should probably thank one person in particular for organizing all of this.”

Zeke’s gaze is directed towards a ginger woman across the room, but she’s preoccupied with hanging a piñataat the moment. She doesn’t notice that she’s being discussed until Hanji leans over and tugs at the sleeve of her blouse.

“Petra, he’s talking to you,” Hanji tells her.

“Hm? Oh!” Petra hastily turns around and shoots Zeke a smile. Her head is tilted slightly in confusion. She's conflicted on whether she should ask him to repeat what he said or just smile politely. Instead of doing either, she gestures at the piñatathat she had just finished setting up. “Should we start this? I filled it with all of your favorite candies.”

“What a lucky man I am,” Zeke says with a charmed smile.

“Oh, it was nothing really. I just remembered from one of those forms we filled out during our teambuilding workshops,” Petra says obliviously, waving her hand. She points at Connie and Sasha playfully. “I remember your favorites too! Look forward to your birthdays!”

Connie and Sasha cheer, but Zeke looks slightly disgruntled at the revelation that he isn’t receiving preferential treatment.

Jean looks up from where he’s stooped behind Zeke’s desk. Unlike the rest of their coworkers, he and Eren have decided to take a step back from the birthday festivities to pull a prank on Eren’s older half-brother. It’s a rare display of teamwork from the two coworkers who are usually at odds and have a tendency to pull pranks on each other. For this particular prank, they’ve borrowed the office label maker and are meticulously labeling all of Zeke’s belongings.

“What’s up with your brother?” Jean asks. He’s paused his work for a moment, but Eren continues working and answers without looking up.

“How should I know? I’m just his brother. I can’t read his mind,” Eren scoffs as he sticks a label on his brother’s pencil that says “Zeke’s pencil.”

Everyone is cheering now, excited for the piñata. They’re all grown adults well within their twenties at the very least, but things like piñatas and birthday parties don’t have age limits.

Petra has the blindfold in her hands, but she hesitates on wrapping it around Zeke’s eyes. She looks around, scanning the people gathered in the office. “Shouldn’t we wait for Levi? He should take a break from work and join us for a little bit.”

“He’ll probably brush us off again,” Zeke says dismissively. He tugs at the blindfold in Petra’s hand. “Blindfold me. We should just get started.”

“Alright,” Petra says reluctantly.

Zeke bends down so that Petra can tie the blindfold around him more easily. The other office workers cheer excitedly as he takes the wooden bat brought to hit the piñata. Marcel is at the other end of the piñataholding it up and readying himself to pull it out reach from Zeke’s swings while his brother Porco guides Zeke towards the piñata, making sure that Zeke doesn’t accidentally whack anything that might break. Only Levi works alone in his office, removing himself from today’s celebrations, his eyes glued to his computer monitor because he’d rather be working than participating in the birthday festivities with everyone else.

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The camera has been filming the office manager for several minutes, but he hasn’t looked up once from his work. He ignores the camera completely, but he’s never been very keen on being recorded in the first place. Every once in a while Levi will glance up and let out a sigh through his nose when he sees the camera crew still haven’t left his office. Although Levi works in silence, the sound of the festivities outside can be heard clearly from his office and the celebration taking place can be seen easily through the glass walls.

After a while, Levi sits up and gives the camera a tired look. The camera does not shy away from his gaze.

“What do you want me to do? Get up and waste my time with the rest of them? I have work to do,” Levi huffs. “It’s alright for them to take a break. If they didn’t have these birthday and holiday parties every once in a while, they’d burn out. I don’t need to recharge constantly the way they do, so it’s a waste of time if I go and join them when I could be doing my work.”

The camera continues to focus on him as he returns to his work. Only the sound of Levi typing away at his computer can be heard over the muffled noise of the festivities in the office. When Levi sees that the camera crew still hasn’t left, he looks up and shoots the camera another glare.

“Is filming me really that interesting? I’m working the same as I usually do. It’s no different from any other day.”

The manager receives no response from the silent film crew. Another sigh escapes from Levi’s tired lips.

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Hanji escapes the birthday party to slip into Levi’s office. They have a bottle of vodka in their hand and a mischievous grin on their face. They take a seat in one of the chairs in front of Levi’s desk, setting the alcohol in front of Levi with a thunk. Levi doesn’t even look up.

“Come on, Levi. You should have a little fun with the rest of us,” Hanji says. They rock the bottle of vodka back and forth enticingly, but the alcohol doesn’t interest Levi in the least.

“If you’re here to bother me, leave. I’m working,” Levi tells Hanji. He still hasn’t looked up from his monitor.

“Come on. Petra was asking about you earlier,” Hanji says. They scoot up to the edge of the chair. They lean forward, their chin in their hand and their elbow propped up against the edge of Levi’s desk. “Can’t you take a break and talk to her? I’m sure she’d love it if you told her how much you appreciate how much time and care she took into organizing today’s event.”

“I always tell her each time she throws an event. I thanked her for planning Zeke’s party this morning before starting my day,” Levi says curtly. He pauses to look out the glass walls of his office and observes Zeke tying the blindfold around Petra’s eyes. His perpetual frown deepens, making his usual displeased expression turn even more severe. He notices the camera filming him and quickly returns his gaze back to his work. “I’m sure other people have also told her how appreciative they are of her work.”

Hanji looks from Levi to Petra then back to Levi. They let out an exaggerated sigh. It’s enough to distract Levi from his work and make him look at Hanji.

“Are you just going to sit there and make weird noises? Go back and have fun with everyone else so I can do my work in peace,” Levi tells them.

“Levi, you should just ask Petra out if it bothers you so much,” Hanji says.

Levi stops typing completely. “Ask her out? That’s incredibly unprofessional, Hanji. Not only do we work in the same office, but I’m her superior.”

Either Levi is oblivious to the number of office relationships taking place under his roof or he’s just holding himself to a higher standard than his employees. Personally, Hanji doesn’t see any issue with Levi pursuing a relationship with the cute HR department head. Sometimes it feels as if Levi is intentionally making it difficult for himself to find happiness.

“So what are you going to do? Just sulk in here for the rest of the day?” Hanji asks.

“I’m not sulking,” Levi snaps even though he clearly has been sulking for the entire day and will continue to do so until the work day ends and everyone has gone home.

“Right, well, don’t come crying to me when someone else asks her out because you’re too ‘professional’ to,” Hanji says before excusing themself and heading towards the door. They linger at the doorway and catch Levi watching as Zeke guides a laughing Petra towards the piñatathat’s just out of reach. The sight of the branch manager is so pitiful that Hanji can only sigh and shake their head before slipping out the door.

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When the festivities have died down and everyone has cleaned up, people begin to trickle out of the office one by one. Only Levi remains as he was before, his gaze still fixed on his monitor. He hardly looks up whenever people pass by his office door to give him a wave as they head out for the night. It’s only when Petra stops by, opening the door a crack and sticking her head in, that Levi pauses his work and looks up.

“Are you still working? You didn’t take a single break today. I’m impressed,” she tells Levi with a smile that’s almost a little wistful. “I wish you could have joined us if even only for a little bit.”

“Yes, well, it wouldn’t do for the entire office to stop working,” Levi says. He notices the guilt in Petra’s expression as her smile wavers and adds, “It’s great that you were able to arrange this birthday party, though. These types of events help boost morale and increases productivity for the rest of the office.”

The tension disappears from Petra’s smile. She opens her mouth and is about to ask him a question when someone places their hands on her shoulders. She turns around and is surprised when she sees Zeke.

“Wonderful job, Petra. You always do such wonderful work,” he tells her. He doesn’t even bother to greet Levi or notice the way the manager is watching him through narrowed eyes. Zeke continues almost obliviously. “How about we go for a drink? I just want to say thank you.”

“Ah, drinks?” Petra repeats. She looks uncertainly at Levi who has returned to his work again. She purses her lips and then asks, “Levi? Do you want to come? You didn’t get to celebrate at all.”

“You go on ahead,” Levi replies flatly even though he has no right to be jealous. “I still have work to do.”

“Alright then. Good night, Levi. Let’s go out another time,” Petra says, craning her neck as she bids him goodbye while Zeke is already escorting her towards the door.

When Levi hears the door shut after them, he rests his head in his hands and lets out a deep sigh. If he leaves now, he can change his mind and intrude rudely on what is meant to be an intimate conversation over drinks between Petra and Zeke. Still, something keeps Levi rooted to his seat. His own stubbornness, perhaps.

The door to his office opens once more and Levi lifts his head in surprise. He’s slightly disappointed to see that it’s just Hanji.

“Still here, I see,” Hanji says with a cluck of their tongue. They hide something in their coat. There’s an impish twinkle in their eyes, but Levi is too tired to put up with any antics they might have for him.

“I don’t have any patience left. Just leave for the night,” Levi warns them.

Hanji only laughs in response. “Come on, Levi. I’m here to cheer you up. You know what you need? You need a break. You’ve been working all day.”

“I don’t need a break,” Levi says with another sigh. He stands up, ready to escort Hanji out of his office himself, but then he sees the piñata that Hanji is pulling out of their coat. He frowns. “What is that?”

“A piñata! With a surprise,” Hanji says with a grin. They flip it around to reveal that Zeke’s face has been printed on the back. “I thought you could do with a little bit of stress relief. What do you say?”

Levi observes it for a while. “Get me the bat,” he finally says.

“Will do!” Hanji says and giddily runs out to the office to retrieve the requested bat.

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“I actually don’t hate Zeke,” Hanji tells the camera with a grin. They’re giving a talking head in the break room for the filming crew while Levi finishes destroying the piñata in his office. Several thwacks can be heard in the background as Hanji speaks. “We actually get along pretty well. I just think it’s hilarious how much he gets on Levi’s nerves.”

They look back at Levi beating the pulp out of the already destroyed piñata.

“Maybe I should take Levi to one of those axe throwing places,” they muse.

#the office au #levi ackerman #snk #hanji zoe #rivetra #petra ral #zeke jaeger #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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hiccanna-tidbits · 10 months

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@jackunzel-time

Jackunzel Month Week 2 - Coming of Age

***

"Okay, can I look now?"

"Not yet!"

The kitchen is once again filled with the sounds of Rapunzel banging around, plates and dishware clattering as she searches the fridge. Jack's got a sneaking suspicion this all has something to do with the huge, tinfoil-covered mound on the top shelf.

For an entire week, Rapunzel insisted they put every ounce of leftovers in the bottom half of the fridge, ignoring the Mysterious Object™️like a leaky faucet you handn't gotten around to fixing. Not that Rapunzel doesn't occasionally need her home fridge for work-related things, but she isn't normally cagey about it.

Jack once again resists the urge to peek out of the blindfold.

"Come ooooon, Zellie! This anticipation is going to kill me before our starving artist lifestyle does."

Rapunzel laughs. "Starving? I'll have you know, sir, that I've had no less than 5 whole french fries today!"

Considering it was 9 pm, this was not an ideal french fry quota. Rapunzel definitely had time to eat more fries today.

Jack wonders idly if Rapunzel's just getting too caught up in her work to take lunch breaks, or if her manager is crunching her deadlines again.

Before he can get too far into plotting how he would swap her boss's salt and sugar without getting Rapunzel in trouble, he hears the distinctive sound of a lighter.

"Are you torching our apartment?" he asks. "Because if so, I'm very offended I wasn't invited to participate."

Rapunzel scoffs. "Don't be silly! Like I'd set the place on fire without getting home insurance first. And it isn't as though either of us can afford that."

"You're still making me nervous. Usually I'm the one who plays the pranks."

"Hmmm, well...that would have been a good idea, actually." Rapunzel sounds a little regretful. "But no tricks today, I promise. Now open your eyes!"

And at last, Jack gets to see what all the fuss is about.

A stunning, snow-white cake sits in the middle of their dining room table, covered in sparkly silver candy orbs and carefully sculpted fondant snowflakes. All around the side are little hand-painted winter scenes, meticulously crafted by an icing brush in a process that must've taken hours. On top, a "2" and a "6" candle sit ablaze.

Rapunzel, of course, spends all day at work decorating cakes. It's her career. (Or, at least, it has been for the past 6 months--the longest she's gone without leaving a job to date.)

It still seems like she went the extra mile with this one.

"What--" For a long moment, all Jack can do is stare with his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell," he says finally. "How did I forget today was my birthday???"

Rapunzel's surprise quickly turns to laughter.

"Oh my god, how did you forget?"

Easy for her to say. Back when Rapunzel lived with her crazy mom, who practically kept her a prisoner in her own house, birthdays were easily the most interesting thing that happened all year. Birthdays with the Overlands were always much more...lowkey, so to speak.

"In my defense!" He holds up his hands. "Nothing interesting happens when you turn 26. Pretty much all the milestones are finished, so it's just another orbit around the sun."

"Nonsense!" Rapunzel sticks her lip out in disapproval. "That's no way to talk about your coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Coming-of-age?" He raises his eyebrows. "I think we missed the cutoff for that a while ago."

"Well, 26 is your age now." She crosses her arms, chin up defiantly. "And you have come to it. So therefore you have come of age."

He chuckles. "Is that how that works?"

"Why not? Teenagers and college kids shouldn't get to have all the fun!"

"My point still stands, though," he argues. "You don't really...unlock the same kind of stuff in your 20s that you do when you're younger. It's not like there are new magical adventures that you suddenly have access to when the clock strikes 12 on your 26th birthday."

"Says who?"

His girlfriend's conniving smirk sends a wave of excitement through him. What is she plotting?

"Did you find an elite 26-and-over club to join?"

"Not exactly." She leans over the table, smirk widening. "But someone did have a chat with your boss about how many great snowscape photo opportunities there are in the mountains, and how you're going to need to not come into the office for while to get all the best shots."

Jack's eyes widen as her meaning dawns on him. "And Mr. North was cool with that? Me taking a vacation right before the holidays?"

"I mean. He could hardly resist the offer of having his best photographer out getting festive snapshots for the December issue of the magazine. You'd do more good on the field than stuck behind an editing desk, right?"

"No kidding."

Jack sits down, getting ready to blow out the unexpected birthday candles. He pauses, something occurring to him.

"Wait, what about you? I'm not about to go off and leave you to handle the bakery's holiday rush on your own!"

Rapunzel hums thoughtfully.

"Well, funny thing. I told our head baker that I just hadn't been feeling very inspired lately. And if I went somewhere, say, fresh and exciting, then the muse was sure to strike again and I'd pump out a collection of the most beautiful winter cakes the bakery's ever known. Ones to really send that holiday profit flooding in."

"So...you snuck around and got us both a week off for my birthday by spinning it as a work trip? And on top of that, you just casually whipped out the most gorgeous birthday cake I've ever seen in my life?"

She nods, beaming.

"You're my goddamn hero."

He stands up and sweeps her into his arms, pulling her into a kiss worthy of being the Big Dramatic Finale to any coming-of-age film. All these years later, and it still feels like cameras should be spinning around them with rock music building into a triumphant crescendo.

Maybe that's cheesy, but to hell with it.

"Have I ever mentioned I'm in love with you?" he murmurs against her lips.

"I would hope so, Overland. We've been dating for 9 years now."

***

Half a hazelnut chocolate cake and two celebratory hot cocoas later, Jack finds himself being dragged toward the car in the encroaching darkness of 5:30 pm.

"Zel, what--"

"Come on! I booked us a night in a cabin, and we need to take off before the roads get icy. It's supposed to snow in a couple hours!"

"But what about--"

"I packed the car while you were at work." Rapunzel doesn't miss a beat. "Don't worry, I grabbed all your favorite sweaters! Your snowboarding stuff too. And the sleeping bags. And the cozy socks. And the snow chains. And the binoculars. And the sled. And the scarves."

He doesn't have time to form a reply before he's being bundled into the front seat and covered in one of his favorite fluffy blankets. The sheer amount of alpine field guides and brochures on the car floor make him do a double take.

"You have an itinerary?" he asks, surprised.

She hums uncertainly as she pulls out of the driveway.

"Well...nothing too rigid. No coming-of-age road trip of self-discovery can be that structured, or else it might get in the way of spontaneous epiphanies about who you truly are, right?"

"Right."

Rapunzel looks like she's about to burst open with what she isn't saying.

"I sense a 'but' there."

"I did find a really cute place for us to sled." The dam breaks as Rapunzel pulls out of the driveway. "And there's this secluded little mountain animal rescue we have to see. And this four-star cafe we can stop at for hot cider and soup, and this really pretty snowy hike that I don't think is too tiring. Also this ski and snowboard slope we can check out if we have time, with this really cozy lodge, and--"

She cuts herself off mid-sentence as soon as she picks up that all this might be a little overwhelming.

"Buuuuut," she amends slowly. "It's not like I've put down a deposit for anything. We could just drive through the mountains and stop whenever we feel the urge. Find the best secret spots and have them to ourselves, you know? Have deep conversations and be alone with nature and reconnect with our humanity and our sense of purpose. Or something like that."

He can't help but laugh at the way her brow scrunches as she goes deep into thought.

"That sounds great."

"Do you...have a preference?" She gives him a searching look as they pull onto the freeway, already glowing with streetlamps and taillights. "Agenda or no agenda?"

"Whatever you're down for, I'm down for. Hell, I'm just happy to have an unexpected week of vacation."

"I guess that's the thing about these types of 'finding yourself' stories. You kind of have to figure them out as you go along."

"Then let's do some figuring!"

Rapunzel hits the gas, and off they go into the winter sunset, bound for their next coming-of-age adventure. One to perhaps be followed by many more, depending on how many future ages they deem it significant to "come to."

***

Tfw you keep aging but The Blorbos™️do not, so the only logical solution is to force them to age with you XD God dammit, if I have to be in my mid-20s, then so do my comfort characters!!!

Fr tho, I often find myself wishing there were more aged-up AUs in the RotBTD fandom. Most fandom olds returning to (or who stayed in) the fandom aren't the teenagers we were when we first got into the big four anymore, so...why not let them grow up with us??? It's not like their canon ages are some sacred, set-in-stone thing that can't be changed since people do in fact get older as time passes ajdnlshbf

And like!!! Don't get me wrong, I love a well-done high school or college AU, and they can be a lot of fun!!! But I think as I've gotten older I wonder more about how the RotBTD kids would navigate adulthood, and how they would change/adapt and how they would stay the same throughout their lives.

Jackunzel I feel like would be one of those couples who would just be it for each other. Like they get together in late high school--probably junior or senior year--and everyone keeps waiting for the spark to die in college and for them to get stir-crazy (as people who get into committed relationships young often do) or bored of each other, and they just. Don't. MFs hit 30 and are still in the honeymoon phase with no sign of getting out XD

Rapunzel is so right here btw. Twenty-somethings DO deserve to have indie coming-of-age dramas made about them!!! Kids and teens and college students shouldn't get to have all the fun!!! Besides, there's plenty of growing/maturing still to do in young adulthood, so why stop writing stories about that just because the people in question are out of school??? Tbh I'm so tired of movies with adult protagonists being either fluffy (hetero) romcoms or a drama about Some Guy with a wife and kids like??? There are other types of adults besides straights in the dating pool and middle-aged people with tidy little nuclear families!!! I promise!!!

Guess I'll just have to write all those funky little RotBTD twenty-something AUs myself ajshdkuys

Shout-out to the RotBTD discord for giving me the idea of having Rapunzel be a cake decorator and Jack be a photographer! I sometimes struggle a bit with future career ideas for the RotBTD kids, but these fit really well :D Jack definitely seems like the kind of person who would like something freelance and loose-scheduled where he basically gets paid to capture the beauty in the world around him :O And we know Rapunzel can bake, and she likes art, so...

CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART

VERY happy I found that snowflake-and-orb cake, because that definitely seems like something Jack would enjoy 🤍❄️ And now I kind of want to try it 👀👀👀I DO have to wonder how they did that little picture with the tree and the car :O

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

#jackunzel #jackunzelmonth #jackunzelmonth23 #moodboard #aesthetic #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #tangled #rise of the guardians #rotg #crossover

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the-knightmare · 10 months

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For the first day of @roudiseshipweek prompt family, have a slice of The Apple of my Pie.

Also on A03

“The Apple of my Pie?” Teddy asked, eyeing the sliced pie under the glass case that sat on the corner of the counter.

“Comes with a scoop of vanilla ice cream,” Louise answered. She tried to hide how eager she was for Teddy’s approval, but her fingers nervously tapped at notepad she used to take orders.

It had started with her taking home economics in grade eight. Louise figured it would be an easy class that required no actual work. Instead, Ms. Fraser, who Wagstaff had hired the year before, actually expected something from her students. Louise had fumbled her way through a unit on basic sewing but found her footing when it came time to learn how to cook.

Sure, having a dad that owned a restaurant and loved to cook, she expected to have some useful skills. What she hadn’t expected was how much she had enjoyed their first baking assignment. Not only that, but how well her chocolate chip cookies had turned out.

And then the snickerdoodles, which Rudy had promptly devoured before they could bring any home. Which, paired with his compliment, made Louise’s chest feel both warm and too tight at once.

Louise had thought it was a fluke. Cookies were easy. And so were the biscuits, cakes, and pies they were tasked to make. Even if Andy and Ollie had regularly produced items that were simultaneously burnt and raw, Jessica’s was too dense, and Rudy’s a touch too bland.

Baking was so easy that Louise just kept doing it after she finished the class. Birthdays, Christmas, even one Hannukah where Rudy had her help him with his grandmother’s recipes, any excuse to lose herself in flour and sugar.

Now, three years later and with an eyeroll worthy food handlers’ course behind her, Louise had her first weekend special on display. Her father had been the one to ask if Louise wanted to try selling a special dessert on weekends.

“We’d pay you for it, uh, maybe not enough for a car, but as a bonus on top of your regular shifts.” Her dad had cleared his throat then, and Louise realized he was fighting emotions as he added: “I always dreamed one of you would work with me some day.”

Snapping back to the present, Louise wrote down Teddy’s order of one burger of the day (Hamburger to the Slaw-ter, comes with apple slaw) and one slice of pie.

Her nerves were put to a temporary rest as Teddy devoured his warmed slice and asked for one to take home. Her father’s regular was one of two people Louise needed to like her first featured dessert. The other, who would only be able to show up late today because of pre-concert band practice, was her best friend, Rudy. Though that title seemed to be getting hazy the older they got.

They still did all the same things they did as kids: pull pranks, play games, watch movies, go on adventures, but their solo ventures seemed to have something lingering under the surface. Louise did not like thinking about this though, and just chalked it up to weird teenage existentialism over their impeding adulthood. Or something like that.

Definitely not that the older they got, more Louise came to terms with liking boys, that she realized that she imagined them together whenever she thought about her hypothetical marriage.

These thoughts were flung far from her mind by the busy lunch rush. It seemed that news of their new specialty sweet, paired with their growing social media presence, was paying off.

Checking her phone between customers, Louise found no new texts from Rudy. Which meant that he was still practicing. And not yet here to try what she made. The lunch rush slowed, leaving half the pie in its glass case.

Still enough for when he showed up. Cause he would show up. Rudy wouldn’t bail on her without saying anything. Not even when Chloe Barbash, who played second clarinet, could sweep in and distract him in the way teenage boys often were in Tina’s favorite movies.

The chime of the door opening broke her out of her thoughts of strawberry scented distractions. The first customers of the dinner rush were coming. Today was shaping into a busy one. Which Louise was grateful for, busy hands meant a busy mind after all, until she noticed Tina plating the last slice of pie towards the end of the evening.

And Rudy still had not come in yet.

Disappointment pooled in her stomach as she watched as that slice of pie was set in front of a customer. She should’ve been happy her pie had sold out. Happy that people were asking if there was anymore in the back. But all she could think about was Rudy not showing up. She didn’t get any texts telling her he was delayed or had a change of plans, so Louise concluded he must have forgotten.

It was a thought that stung more than Rudy not liking her creation.

“Not important, things happen,” Louise muttered to herself as she bussed the now empty tables after closing.

“What was that dear?” her mom asked.

“Nothing,” Lousie answered. And it was nothing. Rudy rarely flaked on their plans, so whenever he pulled a no-show Louise forgave him. Even when this meant a lot to her, she wouldn’t make much of fuss.

“Oh, all right then.” Her mom said, sounding unconvinced, “Let me finish up down here so you can get that pie you saved for us in the oven. Ooh, I’ve been thinking about it all day so I wouldn’t steal some today.”

Louise laughed as she handed the full tray to her mom and headed towards the door. As she locked the restaurant behind her, a familiar wheeze sounded behind her.

“Sorry Louise…practice went late…had to run all the way here…” Rudy panted between wheezes.

“Oh no, I’m too late, aren’t I?”

Any hurt feelings melted at the sight of her friend, red faced and bent double, outside her home. His timing, while slightly off, still brought him to an opportunity dine at the Belcher residence, if he chose to accept a last-minute invitation.

“Too late for a burger and pie,” Louise agreed, “but not too late for a Gene Special followed up with Louise’s apple pie with ice cream and homemade caramel sauce.”

Rudy’s head shot up, a smile on his face. He pulled out his phone and began typing out a message before pausing.

“You sure? Isn’t a Gene Special a family thing?”

Louise shrugged. Usually, whenever Gene’s night to cook came up, it was on a night they didn’t have guests over. It wasn’t a hard and fast rule, just something that protected their friends from Gene’s more creative food pairings. Tonight’s chicken vindaloo pot pie with a garlic naan crust was a tamer offering, though the spice level may leave Rudy coughing.

“Well, I guess you’re part of the family now,” Louise said ignoring the way Rudy’s cheeks flushed, “no escaping it now.”

“Cool,” Rudy said, following as Louise opened the door to the apartment, “does that make Gene my brother-in-law or something?”

“That means you’d have to marry Tina or I, and I know Tina’s spoken for already.”

“Hmm,” was all he said, and it was Louise’s turn to have her cheeks glow red.

“Hey Louise, and Rudy! Are you here for a helping of the Gene Special?” Gene called, spotting the two as they entered the kitchen.

“Yup. Louise invited me if that’s alright?”

“It is, but do your parents know?” Her dad asked from where he was hovering over Gene’s progress, “I don’t want your parents to worry.”

“Already told them,” Rudy said.

Dinner, despite Louise’s thought that curry and pot pies did not go together, went much better than Gene’s first ‘special’ of baked potato lasagna. Especially when it was followed up with her apple pie, warm from the oven, topped with ice cream and caramel sauce.

After dinner, Louise convinced Rudy to stay for a movie, which they were allowed to watch together in her room with the door open.

“If I can have pie like that every Saturday, then I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

Rudy’s comment broke through Louise’s focus on the screen, and she cast a glance at him in the dim light. He wasn’t looking at her, his hands on the bed at his sides, and Louise reached over and laced their fingers together.

“Maybe we wait ten years before the proposals,” she said nonchalantly.

Her heartbeat skipped as Rudy squeezed her hand. Smiling, she squeezed back.

#roudise #roudise week 2023 #louise belcher #regular sized rudy #bobs burgers fanfic

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a-chlolix-blog · 1 year

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Mr Pigeon. An upset Bird Dad.

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It's been a couple of days since Adrien's birthday and he happily posted about the many gifts from his new friends.

The rapid fangirls weren't very happy, but his classmates were quite happy for him.

What caught a few of them off guard was that Chloé Bourgeois of all people thought of something as nice and personal as a photo collage of the two of them.

💙Mari-Caroon🥐: Did you guys see what Chloé made Adrien?

❤Best Blogger📱: Oh please! She probably made Sabrina do ALL the work!

💥Alix the Awesome🥇: All that matters is that Mr. Sunshine had a happy birthday!

👑Princess Rose🌹: Yeah! And besides maybe Chloé's trying to change. She hasn't pulled any of her infamous pranks on us yet.

💜Priceless Jule💎: It's still quite early in the school year, Sweetie.

🎥Mylegend♻️: Who knows what she'll have planned....

Alix puts her phone away as she got ready for class.

Tikki: Is this Chloé girl REALLY that bad?

Alix: It's complicated Tikki... very complicated.

At Le Grand Paris, Chloé was still over the moon that Adrien loved her gift enough to post it on Instagram.

The two happily texted each other.

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: I'm so happy you loved your gift, Sunshine!

🌟Princely Sunshine☀️: It's beautiful, Chlo! I gotta repay on your birthday. How about I get Scarabée to make an appearance? It'll be tough without an Akuma Attack to find her, but I'll find a way!

Chloé couldn't help but blush as she read the text from Adrien.

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: Shut up and get ready for school!

🌟Princely Sunshine☀️: So mean! Let's hope Scarabée doesn't see this side of you!

Chloé rolls her eyes before putting her phone in her purse.

Chloé wasn't looking forward to her own birthday, but she was happy that Adrien had fun on his.

~~~~~At School~~~~~~

Mr. Damocles is in Miss Bustier's classroom, telling the students about a design competition being hosted at the school.

The objective of the competition is to design and create a derby hat, which will be judged by fashion designer Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette, Juleka with Rose, Mylène, and Alix decide to enter the competition.

The five of them were taking about the competition during lunch.

Alya: Ladies! How does it feel to have the opportunity to create something to be judged by Gabriel Agreste?

Marinette: Very nervous! I haven't made a derby hat before, but for my dream, I'll have to try.

Rose: I'm supporting Juleka. So I know for a fact she's gonna be great!

Juleka, blushing: Thanks...

Mylène: I decided to get outta my comfort zone. So I'm hoping to have fun.

The group then notices how quiet Alix has been.

Alix: Out of all of us, I know I'm the least likely to win, given my style. But it's been a while since I applied my artistic style to clothing. So I wanna have fun too!

Rose: I'm sure Mr. Agreste will LOVE your style!

Chloé and Sabrina could hear the two from their table (Gabriel makes Adrien eat lunch at home).

Chloé wasn't entering the competition and only Sabrina and Adrien knew why.

Chloé, internally: Although it's unlikely that she'll win. I bet Ally-Kins' hat will be incredible.

Little did they know, a certain someone was planning on coping their derby hat ideas!

And her name was Brigiette Alarie!

Brigiette, internally: Once I beautifully outdo every "talented and creative" girl in Adrien's class, Mr. Agreste will see me as the PERFECT daughter in-law!

So she followed the girls around and asks to about their hat ideas, to make sure "they don't copy her idea!"

~Juleka and Rose while they're walking to class~

Juleka: Well-

Rose: It's a surprise! But it'll be super cute! Just like my Juleka!

~Mylène after she closes her locker~

Mylène: Can't say! It's a surprise and I want everyone to be surprised.

~Alix during gym class~

Alix: Even if I were to tell you, I'm only entering for fun, not to win.

~Marinette before the final day of the day~

Marinette: Since I haven't designed a Derby Hat before, I don't know just yet...

Brigiette, internally: OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, YOU'D THINK MARINETTE WOULD HAVE A DESIGN READY!

After school, the girls when home to work on their derby hats.

Except for Marinette, who goes to the Trocadéro for inspiration (unaware that Brigiette decided to follow her).

Marinette sits outside at the Trocadéro with her sketchbook open on her lap.

She sketches various versions of derby hats before ripping them out and crumpling them beside her.

Brigiette watches from afar as she does this.

Brigiette, internally: Only the very best for Mr. Agreste and my dearest Adrien.

As she becomes more dejected, a man appears, moving his arms like wings and cooing to the pigeons.

Xavier Ramier sits on a bench and calls the pigeons to him with a whistle.

He then brings out a bag of bird food, tossing it to the pigeons.

Roger Raincomprix stalks over and yells at Xavier for feeding the pigeons, stating that, if he continues to feed them, they will crowd the park and leave their droppings everywhere.

Confiscating the bird food, Roger kicks Xavier out of the park. Marinette feels sorry for him.

After noticing the many pigeon feathers on the ground, Marinette becomes quite inspired and starts hurriedly sketching the idea.

Meanwhile, Xavier sits on a bench overlooking the Seine, dejected.

Hawk Moth senses Xavier's sorrow and sends an akuma to him, which enters his bird call.

Hawk Moth tells Xavier that the police and park keepers should not be allowed to stop him from taking care of his pigeons and offers him the chance to take revenge on them.

Xavier grins, turning into the villain, Mr. Pigeon.

He takes off, flapping his arms and cooing.

At the same time, Marinette finishes her sketch.

When she holds up her book to admire it in the light, Brigiette takes a picture of the sketch with her phone and hugs it to her chest.

Brigiette, whispering: Yes! Mr. Agreste's praise and Adrien's love are MINE!

At The Louvre, Alix was working on her own hat and was almost done.

She was able to sew in her signature street art style light blue and black A into the dark blue derby hat, but felt like something think was missing.

Alix, internally: Damnit, it needs one more thing. But what?

Tikki, giving Alix a pear: You can think of something, Alix!

Alim, knocking on the door: Alix? Are you still working on your hat? I could come back later.

Tikki: *quickly hides under Alix's pillow*

Alix: Come in, I'm just taking a quick break!

When he walks into the room holding a small box, Alim's quite impressed by Alix's derby hat.

Alim: Are you sure you aren't trying to wait, Sweetie? This hat looks incredible!

Alix: It'd be even more incredible if I found out what I was missing!

Alim: I had a feeling you'd get Artist's Block. So I got these. *puts the box on Alix's desk*

Alix: What's this? *opens the box and starts to tear up* Dad... are these...?

Alim: You and Jalil loved making these little feather swords with your mother and I when you were younger. Maybe they can help inspire you?

Alix: *hugs Alim tightly* Thanks dad!

Alim, hugging her back: No problem. Now pick one! I can't wait to see which one you pick for the hat!

Alix then picks up a cerulean feather sword and attaches it to the derby hat.

Alim: Just as I thought. Perfect.

Alix: I know right?

Alim leaves Alix's room with a smile before closing the door.

Alim, looking at his own feather sword: I know you're proud of them, Dalia...

Tikki, flying up to Alix: Since you're done, let's go great cookies to celebrate!

Alix: Of course you'd think of that as a way to celebrate. Guess I'll get some macaroons to go with the smoothie I wanna make. Let's go!

Just as Alix walks up to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, Marinette runs out in a hurry.

Alix: Whoa Marinette! What's the hurry?

Marinette: I need a pigeon feather for my derby hat!

Alix: I'll help you find one. I finished my hat before coming here.

Marinette: Thanks!

The two run to the Eiffel Tower, disturbing the pigeons until Marinette grabs a feather.

Alix walks alongside Marinette, who happily skips before bumping into officer Roger.

Roger, however, goes on his merry way after Marinette apologizes.

The two then sees a dark cloud of birds hovering over him before taking him away.

Marinette: Did you see that?

Alix: Yeah... *thinks to herself* Guess those cookies and macaroons will have to wait. I gotta make sure Marinette gets home safe. Can't risk those birds carrying her away too.

Marinette: Scarabée and Kitty Claws will handle this.

Alix: Let's just get you home. Your place is close!

While Marinette and Alix are on the bus, Alix asks the driver why they can't go faster.

The driver says that they have a situation and tells the people to get off the bus.

Marinette and Alix sees that pigeons are causing the traffic jam, along with other problems all over Paris.

Nadja Chamack, on a nearby screen, reports on the pigeons and is then told that Mr. Pigeon will make an announcement: Paris belongs to the pigeons.

Alix: Marinette, run home now!

Marinette: What about you?!

Alix: You know I'll be fine. Go!

Once Marinette was out of sight, Alix quickly runs to the subway and quickly transforms into Scarabée.

Kitty Claws was on a roof top waiting for Scarabée.

Kitty Claws: I'm so happy I don't have Adrien's feather allergy. I hope he's doing okay... With all the pigeons outside and all the presents he got for his birthday, he was more than happy to stay home.

Scarabée runs along Paris' rooftops until she sees hordes of pigeons flying in the sky, all in the shape of airplanes.

She then notices Kitty Claws a few rooftops away and leaps over to her.

Scarabée: Got any info on this situation, KC?

Kitty Claws: Park Keepers are disappearing and there are pigeons everywhere? You wouldn't happen to be allergic to feathers, would you?

Scarabée: Nope! But I do know for a fact that pigeons are taking Police Officers and thanks to your info, Park Keepers.

Kitty Claws: Where Could they have taken them all?

Scarabée: Don't know, but I got a plan on how we could find out.

~~~~~~At the Place des Vosges ~~~~~~

Kitty Claws, dressed as a Park Keeper: Itty-Bitty, you should've told me you like a girl in uniform~

Scarabée, blushing while holding Kitty Claws' jacket: I told you to put on JUST the hat! The outfit was all you! Just act natural!!

Kitty Claws: I can't help that I'm naturally good looking~

A pigeon sees her and flies off to report to Mr. Pigeon.

Mr. Pigeon praises the pigeon for telling him. A flock of pigeons takes Mr. Pigeon away.

Scarabée: Where is he?

Kitty Claws: Do you think he'll show- *gets carried away by a cloud of pigeons*

Scarabée follows the cloud to the ceiling of the hotel Le Grand Paris.

Scarabée and a now freed Kitty Claws find themselves surrounded by pigeons as Mr. Pigeon reveals himself to the two while standing on a flock of pigeons.

The pigeons surround Scarabée and Kitty Claws, trapping them in a massive bird cage.

Mr. Pigeon, under Hawkmoth's command: Give up your Miraculouses or my pigeons will attack with their poop!

Scarabée and Kitty Claws: EWWWWWW!!!!

Kitty Claws: CATACLYSM!!!!

Kitty Claws quickly uses her cataclysm on the mental bar, quickly rusting them before they fell apart.

Freeing the two heroines, who stepped closer to Mr. Pigeon.

As soon as they come close to Mr. Pigeon, he escapes by walking off the side of the hotel, shouting, "Merry Christmas."

He sends the remaining pigeons to attack the two heroes.

Scarabée and Kitty Claws run inside, slamming the door shut on the pigeons.

They head downstairs, but Kitty Claws' ring beeps; she has 4 minutes left before her transformation deactivates.

They head to the ground floor finding Mayor André Bourgeois.

André: Scarabée! Kitty Claws! These pigeons are scaring all the tourists! Please tell me you'll be able to fix this?!

Scarabée: Of course, but we'll need-

Kitty Claws, bouncing up and down: An empty room and runny camembert please!

André: Of course Miss Class! Get her to the Royal Suite!

One of the hotel's servents got a plate of runny camembert cheese and walked Kitty Claws to the Royal Suite.

Kitty Claws, to Servent: No need to wait at the door! I'll be fine! *quickly closes the door before transforming back*

Plagg, exhausted: *laying on the pillow* You need to get some of these pillows for your room!

Chloé: Hurry up and eat the cheese! If I leave Scarabée alone with my dad for too long, he'll show her pictures of me at my ballet recital when I was eight!

Plagg, with his mouth full: How do you know?

Chloé: He does it with every important person he meets!

~~~With André and Scarabée~~~

André, picking up a big book: I hope my Chloé's okay! If you haven't noticed my daughter means the world to me.

Scarabée: As a girl with a loving dad, I'm sure you mean the world to her too.

André, caught off guard: Thank you... how about I show you some of her-

Kitty Claws, quickly running up to the two: COME ON, SCARABÉE! LET'S GO GET THIS AKUMA!!! *grabs Scarabée's hand and leaves*

Scarabée and Kitty Claws, at a higher vantage point, glances out a window and sees that the pigeons are flying in the same direction and they follow the pigeons.

They reach the Grand Palais and find the park keepers caged inside. They climb up to the roof to enter the Palais from a window.

The two make themselves known to Mr. Pigeon and their battle begins!

He attacks with his pigeons, sending Scarabée and Kitty Claws into the park keepers' cage's bars.

Scarabée uses her Lucky Charm, and a coin appears.

Using her lucky vision, Scarabée spots a support beam and a vending machine.

Scarabée runs toward Mr. Pigeon, sliding underneath him while her yo-yo wraps around his ankle.

She then jumps up to the support beam, swinging over it once, wrapping up her yo-yo's string.

Scarabée runs ahead, putting the coin into the vending machine and buying a small bag of popcorn.

She throws the bag in the air and Kitty Claws uses his staff to break it.

Most of the popcorn lands on Mr. Pigeon.

The pigeons surround Mr. Pigeon and eat the popcorn off of him.

As he is distracted, Scarabée yanks on her yo-yo, pulling Mr. Pigeon into the air.

The bird call slips from his neck, landing on the ground.

Scarabée, Kitty Claws, and Mr. Pigeon go after it.

They grab it simultaneously, Mr. Pigeon's hand directly on top of it, then Kitty Claws', then Scarabée's.

Scarabée grabs Kitty Claws' hand and smashes it down on Mr. Pigeon's hand, breaking the bird call. The akuma flies out from it.

Scarabée catches it, purifies it, and uses Miraculous Cure to return everything back to normal.

Mr. Pigeon turns back into Mr. Ramier. Hawk Moth swears revenge on Scarabée and pigeons.

Scarabée: Perfect job as usual, KC!

Kitty Claws: Thanks Itty-Bitty! *pulls her into a side hug and takes the picture with her baton*

After transform back Alix makes her way to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery to buy her macaroons and Tikki's cookies.

Marinette, running down the stairs: Alix! You're okay!

Alix: Sorry I didn't call, I was too busy dodging pigeon shit.

Marinette: EWWWW!!!

Alix: I know right? So, are you done with your hat?

Marinette: Yeah! It looks awesome! I can't wait for you all to see it!!

Alix: Knowing your skills, you're probably gonna win.

Marinette: Thanks.

Alix then buys her tasty treats and leaves.

~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~

At the school, the design competition is about to begin.

Nathalie introduces herself to Mr. Damocles, and he wonders where Gabriel Agreste is.

Nathalie shows that he is going to be judging via her tablet. Gabriel orders Adrien to take Nathalie around the school.

Chloé was there as well, but only to watch with Sabrina.

She rolled her eyes as Brigiette glared daggers at her though.

Brigiette, internally: SHE'S NOT EVEN COMPETING! WHY IS SHE HERE?! No matter, after Mr. Agreste sees MY derby hat, I'll be the only girl allowed in Adrien's life!

Marinette and the others weren't very happy to see that Brigiette copied her derby hat.

But they had a plan for her.

Gabriel only glanced at most of the hats for a brief second before moving on to the next one.

Alix's hat was before Marinette's and Brigiette's.

Gabriel had Nathalie face the tablet to her hat for a bit longer then the others before moving on.

Which confused Alix quite abit.

Once Gabriel commented on how Marinette and Brigiette's derby hats were the same, Brigiette puts her crocodile tears to work.

Brigiette, fake crying: I can't believe you Marinette! How could you copy ME!?

Marinette: Actually I didn't. I can prove the hat is my original design.

Gabriel: Go ahead.

Marinette: Everything is handmade. From the embroidery to the weaving of the band, to the stitching off the brim. All done by myself. There's a special design that only the designer knows about. *shows them her signature on the hat* I signed mine.

Adrien, remembering that his scarf had her signature on it as well: She's right father!

Brigiette, shocked that Adrien took Marinette's side: WHA-

Alix: Hey, did she ask anyone else about their ideas for the competition yesterday or just me?

Marinette, Mylène, Juleka, and Rose: YEAH!

Brigiette: *runs away actually crying*

Gabriel: Very exquisite creation. You definitely have the laboring hands of a hat maker, Miss...

Adrien: Marinette!

Gabriel: Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette. You are the winner.

The other girls cheered while Alix gave Marinette a big hug.

Chloé wasn't surprised one bit.

Adrien: Great job, Marinette.

Marinette: Thanks, Adrien.

When Adrien goes to put on the hat, he starts sneezing.

Adrien: Sorry, I'm allergic to feathers.

Marinette, panicking: No, I'm sorry! I'll get a fake one as soon as I can!

Adrien, caught off guard: T-thanks.

Chloé, muttering: You better replace that feather, Dupain-Cheng.

Sabrina: Are you ready to go now, Chloé?

Chloé: Yeah.

As the two walk towards the exit, Chloé couldn't help but admire Alix's derby hat abit more.

She then notices a rather familiar accessory.

Chloé, shocked: Is that...?

When Chloé got home, she immediately runs to her room and pulls a box from under her box.

Instead this box was pictures of Chloé and Alix when they were young, prize toys Alix won for her at kiddie games, and a small cerulean feather sword.

Chloé didn't know she was crying until her tears fell into the box.

"We made so many of these with Dalia..."

Inspired by: @emdoddles @princess-of-the-corner @muggle-born-princess @dcschart @justanotherpersonsuniverse @symphonic-scream

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #AUs #Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU #Chloé Bourgeois #Chloe Bourgeois #Alix Kubdel #Chloe x Alix #Chlolix #Aloé #Other Characters

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