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turnthemasunder-if · 11 months

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Hey I really like this demo! I can't wait to see more of it!^^ oh and I wanted to ask on how were you able to come up to this IF?🤔 And a bit of classic ask 🤣 but how would the RO's react when someone is flirting with the mc?(both in crushing and relationship stage) if it's spoilery then it's alright if you don't wanna answer it^^👍

That's good to hear, as for your first question its just basically a compilation of my favorite things in life. Like for example the game Devil May Cry and Blade, then of course Van Helsing. Then I just combined those stuff together and that's the birth of this IF. Another one is Kayn from League Of Legends with his crazy relationship with the darkin Rhaast so that's the inspiration for Alpha.

Now let's go for the flirting part so a head up by the way in this MC will be a jackass and very egoistic of themselves 😜😎 Plus, only the crushing stage will be written here. We don't what you guys getting spoiled now do we hahah!

A song to make the mood happen and the answer is below the cut

(Angel's POV)

I chuckled, my laughter reverberating through the room as I slammed my fist against the worn-out brick wall. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pity for the person foolishly attempting to flirt with Tarnish. Having known them for what felt like an eternity, I understood all too well that Tarnish was simply toying with their emotions. It was just their way, unable to resist the allure of hearing compliments from another.

I cracked my knuckles, placing my hand confidently on my hip as I sauntered towards the duo. Closing the distance between us, I noticed their heads snapping in my direction, their attention abruptly diverted.

"Hey An—" I cut them off, lunging at Tarnish and pressing them against the rough surface of the wall. In a swift motion, I pressed my lips against theirs, causing a momentary struggle that soon subsided as Tarnish surrendered. Pulling away, I glanced at the uncomfortable onlooker, who promptly decided to make a hasty exit.

I slowly licked my lips, savoring the taste of the impromptu kiss. "A nice way to greet somebody!" Tarnish quipped, a playful tone in their voice.

Cupping their cheeks in my hands, I smirked. "I don't sugarcoat, Tarnish," I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Tarnish burst into laughter, their amusement contagious. "Is that so? Can you put that sugar coating on my lips then?" they asked, their voice dripping with suave charm.

Raising a finger, I playfully tapped their lips. "Maybe next time," I teased, my words laced with a hint of promise.

As we walked away, side by side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. Tarnish might be a player, but they were my player, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(Chase's POV)

Leaning casually against the wall, a smug smirk played on my lips as I watched the hapless individual attempt to flirt with Tarnish. It was a pitiful sight, really. They were already sweating profusely, stumbling over their words, and audibly gulping in nervousness, all while Tarnish merely smiled back at them. What an amateur. It irked me to witness such a pathetic display of failure. Flirting and complimenting were child's play, and here they were, failing miserably at the simplest of tasks.

A voice inside my head whispered, "If you want something done right, do it yourself." Smoothing my slicked-back hair with a self-assured gesture and moistening my lips to give them a tantalizing sheen, I sauntered toward the duo. The stranger was the first to notice my presence, their gaze locked behind Tarnish, until finally, Tarnish's curiosity compelled them to turn around.

"Ch—" Their attempt to address me was quickly silenced as I raised a hand, cutting off their words. Stepping closer, I pressed my hand against Tarnish's chest, pushing them firmly against the wall. My other hand found its place on the wall beside them, allowing me to lean in, our faces mere inches apart. The air crackled with anticipation.

"Careful there, Tarnish," I whispered, my voice laced with flirtatious intent. "Hearing you say my name is making me…" I trailed off, my lips brushing against their ear, "Do things I won't regret come morning."

Drawing back, I observed with satisfaction as the stunned individual made a swift exit, their words abandoned in their mouth. Clearly, my dazzling display had left them speechless.

Tarnish let out a chuckle, drawing my attention back to them. "Promises, promises, promises," they drawled, clicking their tongue in playful reproach.

I laughed, a low, throaty sound that exuded confidence. "Well, they say promises are meant to be broken," I replied cheekily, a playful glint in my eyes.

Without warning, Tarnish grabbed my clothes, swiftly spinning me around and pinning me against the wall this time. The sudden change in power dynamics was exhilarating. Their closeness sent shivers down my spine, as I stared into their smoldering gaze.

"If that's the case," Tarnish challenged, their voice dripping with a mix of desire and amusement, "how about I break you instead?"

I raised an eyebrow, licking my lips in anticipation. "Go ahead," I replied, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Break me however you please."

Tarnish let go of my clothes, stepping away from me and causing me to pout in frustration. "Nah," they waved their hand dismissively. "You're enjoying this much more than I am," they said, crossing their arms over their chest.

I let out a sigh, my frustration melting away as I trailed behind Tarnish, lost in my own thoughts. "Foreplay. I never liked it, and I never will," I grumbled, my tone irritated.

Tarnish glanced back at me over their shoulder, a sly smile playing at the corners of their lips. "Get used to it then," they shouted back, their words laced with playful defiance.

I rolled my eyes, a wry chuckle escaping my lips. "Always so sure of yourself, aren't you?" I quipped, my words dripping with sarcasm.

Tarnish only shrugged nonchalantly, their movements fluid and relaxed. "Why shouldn't I be?" they asked, their tone smooth as silk. "I know what you like, and I know how to give it to you."

Despite myself, I felt a shiver run down my spine at their words. Tarnish always did have a way of getting under my skin, of making me feel things I didn't quite understand. But there was no denying the raw, primal attraction that pulsed between us, drawing us closer and closer with each passing moment.

(Charles' POV)

Fury coursed through my veins, my fist clenched tightly as a wave of uselessness and misery washed over me. The reasons for this overwhelming anger eluded me, but it swirled relentlessly, threatening to consume me. Surely, the object of my rage couldn't be the person shamelessly flirting with Tarnish. "Surely!" I repeated the word bitterly, grinding my teeth in frustration as I watched the person's smile widen, their jokes eliciting laughter from Tarnish.

I couldn't bear to witness this scene any longer. With a determined resolve, I decided to make my presence known. And make it known I did. "Tarnish!" I called out their name, my voice sharp and commanding, causing both of them to turn their attention toward me.

"Charles fan—" Tarnish words were swiftly cut off by my commanding voice. "Scram!" I bellowed, my words ringing through the air like a thunderclap. Without hesitation, the person turned and fled, leaving behind the unmistakable scent of fear and a tinge of urine. Was I truly that terrifying?

Tarnish's laughter grated on my nerves, mocking my actions. "You just had to scare off my playmate, didn't you?" they taunted, their voice dripping with sarcasm, igniting a spark of irritation within me.

I took a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure. If I didn't, Tarnish and I would undoubtedly find ourselves locked in a heated confrontation, bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin. But why was I even entertaining such thoughts? I needed to focus. "Why did you summon me here? Is there an urgent matter or an emergency?" I demanded, cutting to the chase.

Tarnish's laughter echoed once again, fueling my frustration. "No emergency, Charles," they replied, their voice oozing with confidence. "I just wanted to have some fun with you."

I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "So, all of this was simply a ploy?" I questioned, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish stepped closer, casually draping their arms over my shoulders, their intoxicating perfume wafting through the air. "Yup, and I know you're going to refuse, but why not give it a chance? I promise you won't regret it," they coaxed, shaking me playfully, attempting to bridge the gap between us, as if we were close friends.

Their invitation hung tantalizingly in the air, as conflicting emotions warred within me. One part of me urged rejection, sensing the potential for regret, while the other whispered that this could be my chance to get closer to Tarnish. I knew deep down that the words about to spill from my mouth would be laced with regret. "Fine!" I grumbled, feigning resistance. "Angel and Mari are in the midst of a heated quarrel at HQ, and I could use some peace and quiet." I pretended to reason, my voice dripping with reluctant acceptance.

Tarnish leaned in, planting a gentle peck on my cheek, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. "Nice!" they exclaimed, swiftly removing their arm from my shoulders, already forgetting our previous proximity. "Follow me and don't dilly-dally," Tarnish commanded, striding ahead confidently. I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the remnants of their kiss, a silent reminder of the mark they had left upon me.

"Tarnish," I replied casually, masking the lingering imprint of their kiss on my mind. It was crucial to maintain an air of nonchalance, even though my heart raced at the mere sound of their voice. I turned towards them, my expression a careful blend of amusement and indifference.

They raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Lost in thought, were we?" they teased, their tone laced with a hint of seduction. "Or perhaps lost in the memory of that kiss?"

I scoffed, feigning nonchalance. "Kisses come and go, Tarnish," I retorted, my words dripping with the confidence of a seasoned flirt. "But you'll have to do better than that to leave a lasting impression."

Tarnish's laughter filled the air, a melodious sound that sent shivers down my spine. They took a step closer, their presence magnetic and captivating. "Is that so?" they countered, their voice low and velvety. "Well, Charles, consider me up for the challenge. I'll make sure every kiss is unforgettable."

Me and Tarnish continue to walk side by side with them still teasing me about the kiss and me remaining composed even though my heart is beating loudly and my nerves rattling when thinking about it.

(Maria's POV)

The room grew dimmer, casting an atmospheric shadow over the scene. My eyes remained fixated on Tarnish, effortlessly captivating and flirting with yet another stranger. It had become a tiresome routine, an endless cycle of their pursuit for hearts and attention. Frustration simmered within me, an ember ready to ignite a storm. "Oh, so now you're just getting jealous?" a voice whispered in my head, taunting and mocking.

I clenched my fists, refusing to let the voice's insidious doubts infiltrate my resolve. "I'm not jealous!" I shot back, my words laced with defiance. Deep down, I couldn't deny the truth lurking beneath the surface. The voice persisted, relentless in its assault. "Liar! You can't help but gush and blush whenever they call you their bunny!"

"I don't!" I retorted, my tone tinged with frustration, before turning my back on the persistent voice. Moments later, Tarnish's voice sliced through the turmoil. "Yeah, I agree with Maria," they interjected, their voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Imaginary enemy!"

Locking eyes with Tarnish, curiosity mingled with anger coursed through my veins. "So, you're finally here. What happened to your friend?" I demanded, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish chuckled, shaking their head dismissively. An air of confidence and arrogance surrounded them as they replied, "They were utterly basic and boring. A few smiles, a few compliments, and they were practically begging me for a date!"

"And you agreed?" I shot back, my statement veiled as a question.

Straightening their stance, Tarnish closed the gap between us. "Nope! They couldn't hold a candle to you, my bunny," they proclaimed boldly, their words igniting a warmth that spread across my cheeks. In an attempt to hide my blush, I averted my gaze.

Tarnish's laughter filled the space, resonating deep within me like a melodic symphony. "Aww, didn't mean to offend you, my bunny," they teased, their voice dripping with affectionate playfulness. "Alright, how about 'feisty bunny'? Does that sound better?" they added cheekily.

A surge of emotions surged within me, a whirlwind of amusement, frustration, and something more enigmatic. "Call me bunny one more time, and I'll show you what feisty truly means," I warned, a lethal glare aimed in their direction.

Tarnish leaned dangerously close, their proximity igniting a fire within me. "Are you planning to kill me with kindness and love?" they taunted mockingly, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

I let out an exasperated groan, my eyes rolling in exasperation. Tarnish had an uncanny ability to turn even the simplest threat or comment into an innuendo. "Are you in heat or something?" I quipped, my words laced with a touch of amusement.

They casually raised their finger, a nonchalant expression adorning their face. "Oh, my dear bunny, whenever I'm near you, you ignite my mind and set my heat ablaze with just a smile and a glare," they replied, their voice dripping with playful desire. A mischievous wink accompanied their words, sending a jolt of anticipation through my veins.

A soft murmur escaped my lips as I leaned in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. "And I can say the same about you," I whispered, my voice barely audible but charged with an undercurrent of longing.

Tarnish chuckled, their laughter a melody that echoed through the room. "I'm glad we're on the same page then," they remarked, their words tinged with a knowingness that made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, I cursed my forgetfulness, realizing all too well that Tarnish possessed supernatural senses, able to read between the lines and decipher the unspoken truths.

"That's not what I meant," I stammered, desperately attempting to salvage the conversation and deny the confession that lingered beneath the surface. But Tarnish simply grinned, their expression radiating confidence and mischief, sending delightful tremors through my body.

"Whatever you say, my bunny," they teased, their voice a velvety caress that stirred a maelstrom of emotions within me.

"Now," they continued, extending their hand towards me, an invitation laced with adventure and daring. "What do you say we find something to occupy our night, something more adventurous and daring?" they proposed, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As Tarnish's invitation hung in the air, the room around us seemed to fade to the background, leaving just the two of us. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the caution that come from having walked on the edge of danger before, and the exhilarating possibility of the unknown path that lay ahead.

My face wore a deadpan expression as I tried to keep my poker face in place, while Tarnish clapped their hands together with glee. "I like that look on you, Bunny," they drawled, their eyes alight with mischief. "Serious and sexy, just like I always knew you could be."

I tried to hold in a snort at the compliment, but it escaped as a huff as I couldn't help myself. Tarnish had a knack for spinning flattery into an art form, effortlessly weaving words that could charm the most hardened of hearts. But I knew their game all too well. They could shower me with compliments all day and night, and still, their supply would never run dry. "Enough with the compliments!" I snapped, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to their words. "You could flatter a fish into jumping out of the sea, and I'm not going to fall for it."

Tarnish's lips twisted into a smirk as they shot me a look filled with amusement. "Oh Bunny, you wound me," they said with a playful pout. "It's not my fault you're so easy to compliment. You're like a work of art, just begging to be admired." then they put a hand on their chest and hand outstretched towards me. "And you know I could spend an eternity crafting new compliments just for you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Tarnish's latest round of flattery. It was hard to resist the urge to indulge in our banter, even as I knew it was all just a game to them. "An eternity, huh?" I drawled, my words laced with just a hint of sarcasm. "Well, let's not waste that precious time on flattery. We've got a night ahead of us, remember? Adventure awaits."

Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement as they eagerly nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right, my daring companion," they replied, their voice alive with anticipation. "Let's leave the realm of words and step into the realm of action. The night is ours to explore, to unravel its mysteries, and to forge memories that will last a lifetime."

With that, Tarnish took my hand and led me out into the city, the promise of adventure and mystery hanging thick in the air between us. As we made our way down the bustling streets, the night was alive with the sounds of car horns, music blaring from open windows, and the chatter of the crowds.

#Angel #Charles #Chase #Maria #Crush Stage Ask #Turn Them Asunder #Thank You For The Ask #Come Back And Ask Again 😉😘🐻😊

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sylvctica · 3 months

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“...Sylvie.”

Their name, which often rolls off his tongue so naturally, felt heavy—poised hands settling down his tea which he has been taking long, tentative sips from. “May I suggest holding a funeral?”

Silence.

"..."

“For Foras…and you.”

He continued, straight to the point and leaving no room for doubt on what he meant. Sylvie is Foras, and yet in many ways…they’re not.

Not missing the way their eyes flicker with apprehension, fingers twitching in a cold sweat—he reaches to cup his hand over theirs. “...Forgive my forwardness, but this has been weighing on my mind for quite some time. Since the Rite of Parting, I've deeply pondered if I could offer the same to you.” The sincerity in his eyes was nothing short of good intention.

…of course at a glance, the deceased in question is still very much alive—talking and smiling as one does. But for those like the Archon who lived through countless millennia, he knew they were a dead God walking. Very few could recall them as Foras, God of Trees and Forests. Otherwise, little traces of them remained in the world. They bled into the casualties that were forgotten and buried in war. If people mourned and searched for them, they would not know it.

So as a consultant—but most importantly as their partner—there was no one better fit for this task than him. Though it is many years late, he believes every being has a right to be preserved in name and memory. Death by nature is cruel, but nothing is more cruel than a forgotten and silent death.

In addition, it would allow some closure for him as well...a time to properly mourn.

In the tides of war, where grief and vulnerability were not allowed, the weight of their death had not dawned on him until it was far too late. And though it all rests in the past now, feeling Sylvie’s essence slipping between his fingers, their own words assuring him in their time of peril ( oh, they were always so selfless, down to their last breath )…it still felt very much real when he thought back to it.

It wasn't hard to miss the weight behind his voice, though his body language long gave away that something was sitting heavy on his thoughts. Sylvie's smile flickered and faltered for a moment as their focus shifted towards him and their teacup came to a rest upon the table they sat at; it was rare for him to initiate serious conversations without prompt.

Although there was no way to predict what he was to ask—never would they expect him to bring up a funeral.

For them.

Something cold spilled through their limbs, like ice sinking through their stomach and leaving an empty hole behind—and it was the gentle touch to their hand that brought some warmth back to the present, though their 'heart' was beating like a fearfully caged bird.

Their tongue nervously darted out to lick at dry lips, mind lost between racing and having absolutely no coherent thought, as if it were frozen.

They know Zhongli means well, it'd be stupid not to after knowing him for so long … so what was this fear within them? That part of their past—Foras—was long left behind, one they've stopped really associating themselves with since that day they woke up from their death, buried behind what was now 'Sylvie'.

So a funeral is thematically fitting, yes.

So why were they so scared?

Perhaps it was the finality of saying goodbye to 'Foras' that scared them more than holding a funeral for their own death. But they wanted that and have wanted to snip that past for a while, so why did it make them want to cry merely thinking about it?

Why did it feel like it was asking to tear themselves in two?

No easy answer came, just waves and waves of emotions that seemed to tear at the seams of their heart, torn between wanting to release, and wanting to hold 'Foras' closer (even if their eyes are closed).

(You wish to know why? It's because a funeral is a finality. An acknowledgement to let go of the memory of 'Foras' they've quietly carried for two-thousand years, buried between their ribcage. To acknowledge, 'Foras' is dead and forgotten to history.)

(A fear.)

But, this is not only about themselves.

They know this is for him as well; Zhongli has not had time to mourn, has not been able to afford to do so, not with Liyue on his shoulders. And as years passed, those opportunities dwindled as the feelings slowly eroded and washed away like rivers over stones, dulling them down into something they can shelve far, far behind.

Memories flicker, of the anguish and hurt on his face as he held their body within a dying dreamscape, of the apologizes spilling out amongst sobs they could never imagine leaving him, shaking his body, of the regrets he's had over so many years. When has he ever had time to mourn? For them? For lost friends and companions? For the people of Liyue who had died for him?

They cannot be selfish and hide in their fear, when this was for him too.

Wide eyes moved from staring a hole into the table, to slowly look towards the other god. Their lips parted, then closed as the words seemed to wither in their throat.

"No it's ... I think it might be worth ... the um ... no, it's a good idea." Their voice was quiet, meek, lacking any of their confidence. "Please be slow with me, I ... I want to, but the idea scares me. Silly as ... I feel silly for being so scared of ... burying myself. I'm scared, but I trust you. I trust you."

They trust him to put Foras to rest; the glory of the God of Trees had long come to an end, and it was long overdue to say goodbye to what is now the past.

#[ YIPPPEEEEE yall get smakced with fucking length!!!!!!! ]#[ im in utter shambles still ]#[ and i wanna write an expanded drabble on this too... ]#[ so hiiiiii take this *PEWPEWS AT U* ]#SYLVIE // ANSWERED.#goldenorder #long post cw

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wolfsclothing6 · 1 year

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“Hey dad, do you know what’s going on with Ed? He hasn’t been there for any of our college classes this whole week and he hadn’t been answering his phone either.”

“Maybe he’s not feeling too well? I don’t know what else would keep him from attending his classes.” John says, trying to assure his son that his friend is alright.

“I thought that might have been it but yesterday I saw this older guy parking his truck in their driveway. The way he went about it almost looked like he lived there or something. They couldn’t have just moved out without telling anyone, right?”

John frowns, he didn’t think it was likely, surely Ed’s father, Hank, would have mentioned something about that beforehand. Besides John hadn’t seen any moving trucks at their place.

“Maybe he’s just some relative staying over with them?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right dad, it’s still so weird though… I’ve seen him smoking a cigar in front of Ed’s house when I was on my way home from class and the way he stared at me just gave me the goosebumps..”

John nodded, now that Will had mentioned it, he had noticed a few odd looking characters like that around the neighborhood over these past couple days. All of them large, older, cigar smoking men with grey beards on their faces, who stared straight at him whenever he passed them on the street.

“I think I know what you mean son, I saw someone like that yesterday. Guy was built like a truck and looked like he might have gotten lost on his way to some country fair with that whole cowboy getup. But the strangest thing was that when I took a look at his face, it almost seemed familiar in a way.”

John still couldn’t figure out why he thought that though, he would have definitely remembered seeing someone like that before. Even now he was having trouble getting rid of the mental image of the man’s enormous gut that spilled over his belt and his huge, hirsute, gorilla arms. He must have really enjoyed showing those off, why else would he be wearing nothing underneath that skimpy leather vest? But there was something about the man’s face, something in his eyes, maybe underneath all those wrinkles and that wild, greying beard he really did look like someone he knew? John didn’t dwell on that though, not thinking much of it at the time or even now.

“Exactly! Same with that guy I saw living in Ed’s place, he’s exactly what I would expect Ed to look like if he ever turned into some redneck once he got older. Maybe he really is just a relative of theirs. I dunno, I think I’m going to go and get ready for my classes, hopefully Ed will show up today.”

“Alright son, I’ll see you later.” John says, waving his son off as he leaves for class. John sits and thinks about the conversation they just had, wondering if he should go see if Hank and Ed are home. Standing up he looks through the window, there is an old, beat up truck parked in driveway, John doesn’t recall them ever owning one and figures that it must belong to Ed’s visiting uncle, that’s probably who that man is.

Suddenly he sees their front door opening as the very man he’d just been thinking about steps outside, wearing a blue flannel vest with nothing underneath and smoking a fat, long cigar.. As he sees the man making his way to his car John decides that this would be a perfect opportunity to chat him up and clear up everything.

John hurries out, waving the older gentleman down before he can slide inside the car. “Hey there!” John calls out, jogging up to him. The older man just grunts a greeting. Being this close to him John can see that the man does look a lot like Hank, so maybe he was right about him being his brother. “I’m John, I live across the street from you guys.” he says while stretching out his hand. The older man wraps his meaty fingers around it and gives it a firm shake, still not saying anything. “I was wondering how Ed was doing. My son mentioned that it’s been a few days since he last showed up for any his college classes. Had he fallen ill or something?.”

“Mornin’ neighbor, Ed doin’ mighty fine the last I’ve seen ‘im” the man lets out a rambunctious chuckle, still holding John’s hand within his furry paw. If John didn’t know better he would have thought that the man was actually trying pull him closer against his massive, barrel chest. The air between them started filling with cigar smoke and John immediately noted how that must have been the same brand as the one that cowboy from earlier had been smoking. Suddenly he found himself so enamored by the smell that it didn’t even occur to him how strange it was that he still remembered it after getting just a faint whiff a couple days ago. John saw the man locking his lips around the stogie, sucking on it until its tip turned bright red and as he opened his mouth to let out all the smoke, John found himself opening his as well, except to suck in as much of it as he could. But only a few billows made it past his throat before a series of brutal, loud coughs took over his body.

Once they were over John shook his head and tried to subtly pull away, acting as if the last couple moments didn’t happen at all. “Um, right… if you see Hank could you ask him to give me a call please? And let Ed know that my son’s been feeling concerned about him if that’s okay?” John asks, finally getting his hand back from the larger older man. “Well, I reckon ya could ask ‘em yourself, Pops is right there in the backyard with his buddies.” the man says. “Oh that’s great, I’ll go do that then, thank you!” John hurries away, taking in deep breaths of fresh air to clear up his head as he gets further away from the cigar smoking bear.

John makes his way around Hank’s house and sees a group of men lounging by the pool, they are all very large and extremely hairy. Either bearded or sprouting some other form of thick facial hair. Every last one of those strange, out of place looking fellows he’d talked about with his son appears to be there, smoking an obligatory cigar and staring straight at him. In fact, the only person he doesn’t see there is the man of the house himself, Hank. John doesn’t have much of a chance to inquire about that before a huge, hirsute guy who sat nearby took note of his presence and hollered out to everyone in thick Southern accent “Dang, look what the cat dragged in boys, it’s Johnny! We’ve been just talkin’ about ya bud!”

John hears the burly men letting out hoots and hollers as he walks further in. “I’m sorry but do I know you?” John asks once he gets closer to the old man that had called out his name. He doesn’t recall ever seeing him before, could he be another relative of Hank’s? And where was Hank anyway, John would never expect his neighbor to get chummy with men like this, especially with bad habits like all that smoking and drinking that’s going on here. “Course you know me bud!” the old man says, drawing John’s attention to him. The old man removes his sunglasses and as John takes a look at his eyes he can’t help but think that he knows them from somewhere, even despite the rest of the man’s wrinkled, round face appearing completely alien to him.

The man grins and rolls the cigar to the corner of his mouth, looking very amused by John’s perplexed face, as does everyone gathered around them. “This isn’t funny, who the hell are you, where’s Hank?!” John fires off as his patience reaches its limit. The man’s grin grows even wider as he licks his lips and puts his furry hand over his crotch. “Ya sure about that bud, ya really wanna know?” he replies, prompting a number of surrounding men to snicker. John only faintly nods his head, slightly thrown off by the guy’s bizarre reaction. “All righty then, but remember… ya asked fer this yerself bud… Grab ‘im Junior!”

Before John can react to what this old man had said he’s grabbed by a pair of strong, furry arms from behind. “Let me go!” He shouts while struggling against the man’s grasp, much to the amusement of the others around him. “No can do.” the man chuckles and John immediately identifies him as the man he spoke to in the driveway. “What’s the meaning of this?! Let me go!”John yells out again. “Why Johnny? You’ve said it yerself, ya wanted tah know where yer friend Hank is, I’m only goin’ tah tell ya, I’m gonna show ya, bud” He says as he pulls the cigar out his mouth and blows a mouthful of smoke in John’s direction.

John begins to cough again, feeling the thick smoke invading his lungs. He sees the man slowly hefting himself up from his chair and moving in his direction, together with a number of others who had previously only watched from the distance. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?!” John shouts, trying once again to free himself from the bearded man’s grasp. His struggles only seem to amuse him as the man’s burly arms hardly budge at all. He laughs, filling the air around them with plumes of cigar smoke.

John starts to feel dizzy, finding himself subjected to even more smoke as the other bear walks up closer to him. “If ya didn’t miss our last poker night bud you’d know where Hank is.” the older hirsute bear says, prompting everyone around to laugh. “See, Marty brought over a box of these gars. At first nobody wanted to smoke anythin’ called ‘Redneck Stogies’, but after Marty fired one up it wasn’t long before the boys joined in, mahself included.” the man says. This has to be some kind of a joke, why is that old man talking about that poker night out of the sudden. “It wasn’t long before we’ve all started whipping out our fat, daddy dicks and turning into the hot, redneck bears you can see before ya bud.” he says letting out another raucous belly laugh. It may be because of his dizzy state but John almost believes him at first. As he looks around at the men around him, John can see that they all look eerily familiar to his poker friends and other various neighbors. He notices the big bellied cowboy he told his son about this morning, from the start he couldn’t get rid of the impression that he looked a lot like Jim, one of Hank’s coworkers.

Same with the guy that’s been talking to him, je does look so much like his next door neighbor. Only a bit older and so much bigger… hairier… ho- no… it must be that smoke messing with his head and making it so fuzzy he almost believed what the man had said. They must be trying to drug him somehow, that’s probably what they did to the real Hank too. “Shut up! Let me go and take me to my neighbor or I’ll call the cops!” John snaps but the men don’t seem to be taking his threats seriously at all. “Ya still don’ believe me? It’s fine, I didn’t want to either when I went downstairs for a couple minutes and returned to find Steve bending Jim over the card table and plowing his ass like no tomorrow. Don’ cha worry though… after the boys held me down and fed me some of the smoke it wasn’t long before I was aching to take Steve’s place, gonna be the same fer ya Johnny. Now I know why the guys at the shop were so generous with their ‘free samples’ once Tom told them he was looking for something for our poker night, we all just can’t get enough of these gars now.”

This was insane, surely this guy was crazy. Something like that just wasn’t possible… right? John found himself having some doubts now, unsure what to believe after breathing in so much of that smoke. He was starting to feel really strange, even his cock was growing harder and forming a small tent inside his pants after hearing that whole story. Fuck… giving Jim’s fat, furry ass a good plowing sure sounded hot… wait, what? “Looks like yer startin’ tah enjoy yerself Johnny!” Hank hollers, before taking a drag off his cigar and exhaling it straight into John’s face, covering it with a thick, grey mist. John tries his best to hold his breath but there is so much smoke everywhere that it’s just impossible to avoid breathing it in. Eventually he just can’t help it and gasps, taking in a mouthful of it inside his body which makes him feel even dizzier. “Nnngh, let me go…” John moans feeling an intense wave of arousal sweeping over him, barely finding any strength left to struggle against the man’s grasp. “No can do Mr Owens, not before I find out what a sexy daddy bear yer goin’ tah make.” Oh god… in that single moment John realized who this huge, bearded man behind him really was “Mr Owens”, that’s exactly what Ed always called him whenever he saw him on the street or came over to visit his son, no matter how many times he assured him that ‘John’ was enough. But surprisingly knowing that didn’t faze him as much as he thought it might. In fact thinking of these cigars turning Ed into such a big bear of man only made his arousal grow stronger.

John’s inner conflict clearly wasn’t missed by the surrounding men as they all started rubbing their crotches. “I see yer startin’ tah enjoy it bud, how about I show ya how good it feels to suck on one of these?” drawled Hank while extending his hand with a half smoked cigar towards John. “We’re running out so I was havin’ mah boy pick up a couple more boxes fer us before ya turned up, but I reckon I might be generous and share this one with ya bud.” John tried his best to pull away when he saw Hank moving right next to him while sucking on his cigar. But despite John’s best efforts his neighbor’s bearded lips were on top of his, hungrily kissing him and invading his mouth with his tongue, blowing tobacco smoke straight down his throat. A haze of pure lust instantly clouded John’s mind as he found himself between two furry, massive bodies. His cock growing painfully hard as he felt their prominent bulges grinding against him from the front and the back. His body began growing, heating up, John felt an unfamiliar itch spreading over his cheeks as thick, white stubble covered them completely. But as soon as it began, it was over once Hank pulled away. In that same moment John found himself involuntarily moaning as if to protest that he didn’t get more, before barely regaining his composure once he realized what he was doing. “Dang it, this is even more fun than when I’ve changed mah boy. In fact, why don’t ya tell ‘im how it went down Junior, I reckon it’s gonna make his cock leak even more!”

“I didn’t think much of it when I first smelled cigar smoke creeping inside my room, I’ve tried to focus on studying, but it wasn’t long before all I could think about was whipping out my hard cock and beating off. I was already starting to change when I the heard moans coming from across the hallway and decided to follow them. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I found everyone turned into these hot, furry, redneck bears they are now right in the middle of fucking each other’s brains out. Something inside my head was screaming at me to get out of there, but my cock was rock hard and all I wanted was to join in on the fun, so I just stood there, unsure what to do, until one of these hot bears took notice of me. He told me to get my ass right in there between his legs and suck daddy off. As I watched him slowly jerking that huge, fat, daddy dick of his, looking so hot, I just couldn’t resist and simply had to do as I was told. Pa kept on showering me with the smoke from his gar and by the time he unloaded in my mouth, I was another horny, redneck daddy like the rest of the boys.” Ed says, his voice betraying a great deal of arousal at the memory.

He wasn’t the only one either as John found himself picturing every last detail of what Ed had described, growing so aroused he lost control completely. His body began changing again. the white stubble growing thicker and turning into a full beard, the hair on his head turning white and thinning out at the front, his face becoming withered as he slowly crept up in age. John’s in shape body was soon completely gone as it kept on packing on the pounds of excess fat, his stomach rounding out into a big, hefty gut with a thick dusting of white hair covering it. John couldn’t help but moan as the lust overwhelmed his mind, his cock began dripping with precum and staining the front of his jeans. John couldn’t help imagining doing something like this to his son as well. Having Will get on his knees and suck his old, daddy bear off before he handed him a cigar and watched him turn into a real man like the one he was becoming himself right now.

John let out a deep, low grunt and thrust his hips forward. He was so unimaginably horny, he looked down at his changing body, his big, round gut and the nearly fully grown, grey beard. The fit, almost hairless, clean-shaven forty year old from barely fifteen minutes ago was gone and in his place stood a nearly fully changed daddy bear. That was so fucking hot, and the thought of making others like him, especially his son was turning him on even more. “Let me fuckin’ go, need tah nut, need tah fuck yer hole!” John heard himself grunt with an accent just as thick as Hank’s, as he tried to pull away from Ed’s grasp. He seemed to be having much more trouble keeping him contained than when he first grabbed him and John could already tell that it won’t be long before he grows strong enough to overpower him and gets to bury his massive, daddy dick inside his furry ass, fuck yeah… no… this wasn’t right… this wasn’t his voice… he didn’t really want to do that… he had to remember that… he had to keep on fighting… “Ya really want us tah let ya go? I reckon we might as well let ya… but first yer gonna have tah smoke this gar down tah its cap bud!” growled Hank as he stuck the stub of the cigar he was smoking between John’s lips.

It smelled so delicious, he wanted so much to suck on it, fill his lungs with its smoke and have it change him even further, make him grow even bigger, hairier, hotter… his cock had to be massive already, it was practically ready to tear through the fabric of his pants by now. His whole body was… John could hear his clothes starting to tear at their seams and couldn’t wait for that to happen, he wanted so much to see his new daddy bear body in its full glory. No… he couldn’t give in… this cigar was barely an inch long, it was only a matter of a couple more minutes before it will be gone and he will be free, he could resist… wait it out… and then he could escape… get to his son and… and pump that cub full cum and gar smoke until he turns into a horny ol’ fuck like him! Oh god… no…

#gay #bear transformation #transformation #male transformation #fat #bear tf #age progression

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Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a Poly!VBS with a M!reader ftm (or nb ftm) who has his own sekai? I imagine his Sekai being quite chaotic and inspired in bacterial contamination. The Sekai is chaotic due to the confusion that the reader feels regarding himself. Identity, sexuality, life choises and etc. I feel like his belongings would be scattered around the sekai while floating. The only place that's more collected is a greenhouse with multiple flowers. The vocaloids are, again, inspired in bacterial contamination (I know we only have Bacterial Contamination Miku's design, but I'd like to see your own ideas for what a concept of the other vocaloids in that scenario would look like!). Basically, what I'm saying is, VBS's reaction to seeing their s/o (ftm, can be nb or male) with a very messed up and chaotic Sekai!

I hope you're having a very nice day! I hope you take care! (Also, could you make Akito a ftm as well? Idk why but, ftm Akito just speaks to me-)

OOOOOO this is such a cool concept, I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY but I love writing unsettling chaos.. i hope you have a good day and i hope you like this!! <3

◇ CHAOS SEKAI - Poly VBS x Reader

The four of them had been so content with their Sekai that they hadn't even thought of the possibility that someone else would have one, let alone you

So, when they find the Untitled track on your phone, it's just shock and curiosity that leads them to play it

They're even more shocked by the state of your Sekai. What the hell was going on in there?

The Miku of your Sekai was far different from the Miku in theirs. The same applied to the rest of the Virtual Singers, each of them in different states of disarray

In the middle of the chaos stood you. You had been shocked to see all four of them there, nobody you knew had ever been there before after all. You wanted to hide it, but could you really hide such chaos?

"What's going on here?-" Kohane’s voice seemed lost in...What noise? Nobody knew, but everything felt weird. Being there felt weird, flashes of emotions flying through the air

"Hey babe!" An yelled out to you, making her way towards you despite the way the air became almost suffocating. "Uh...Are you okay?" You did not answer her in the moment.

"...This place doesn't feel good." Toya had mumbled to himself, simply observing the floating objects around. He noted that they were your belongings, and he spotted something green in the distance. What could it be?...

"Yeah, you can say that again." Akito was close enough to hear Toya's mumbling, but he had froze as an awfully familiar feeling washed over him, except it was not his own. He narrowed his eyes, walking toward you to join An. "This place is a combination of feelings, your feelings, right? I know what this feeling is at least...What's wrong?"

Then, you cracked, and the environment seemed to react to your emotions as bits and pieces became even more messed up. Kohane and Toya were quick to abandon their observations to join you and the other two

Surprisingly, Akito is the one who leads the conversation. "Listen, this...Insecurity, this confusion in who you are is something that I know all too well. I promise you, it's easier to talk it out."

The other three would nod in agreement, "Yeah, we're here for you!" "We always will be!..." Toya takes your hand, squeezing it gently. It's his silent reassurance for you.

And so, you do. You talk about all of your confusion, all of the things that have plagued your mind for so long. The world seems to shift and change around you, but you don't notice as you spill your guts out

The four are all silent, but you can tell that they're listening with as much attention as they can. When you're finally done, there are no words spoken, only the warmest group hug they can give you.

They each assure you that they're not going anywhere, and that they're willing to help you with everything. What is VBS without their beloved, after all?

And despite everything, despite all of the chaos in your head, you're allowed to take solace in the four people around you

And for once, your Sekai had gone quiet.

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #kohane azusawa x reader #azusawa kohane x reader #an shiraishi x reader #shiraishi an x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader

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You Are My Sunlight

Here’s a tiny little Kars x GN! Pillar Person! Reader from a few months ago, just to start drumming up ✨bidness✨—————————————————————-

“Kars....Darling wake up...” I whisper, playing with the larger man’s hair, and attempting to wake him. He groans and rolls over, making me laugh and shove him once more.

I then stride to the mouth of the cave in which we live and look out at the bright and twinkling stars in the dark midnight blue velvet sky. The stars are beautiful. The normally cool and crisp night air is still muggy with summer warmth that sticks to my mostly bare skin as crickets and cicadas chirp and as I gently sit myself in the grass just outside the cave’s entrance.

Shortly after, as I sit and hum, gazing at the stars above, I feel my eyes droop. This muggy summer air truly is tiring, even though it’s midnight, and most are working, Kars still is probably lulled by the sound of the world around us and this tiring heat. My dreary thoughts are cut short however, when the familiar sound of heavy footsteps reaches my ears. Padding towards me with such a self assured and un-rushed rhythm that has grown to be my own lullaby. Then there’s a soft yawn, the crack of one’s joints after waking from a deep sleep, and then a voice:

“You wake me but while you still seem tired yourself, why is that my dear?” He muses, and I think before answering.

“I suppose I simply wanted to stargaze with my beloved. Was it so wrong of me?” I huff then chuckle and he returns it. His chuckle is warm and airy, it always makes me feel safe, loved. He then places himself ungraciously next to me, preferring to simply flop in the damp but warm grass. All formalities, and composure he presents himself with before the other pillar people vanish with me. For with me, there are no need for such trivial things. We are partners for life, he and I. This much I vowed when I used the mask, standing beside him. I believe in him, in his cause, and in us.

“I suppose not, however, you should repay me that time of slumber you took from me. I’d be very pleased if I were to be given another token of your affection beyond just silly stars in the sky~” he now chuckles darkly, a flash of lust in his eyes, and with that I pick some nearby grass and shove it in his face before giggling and running away. I hear Kars chuckle once again, this time his usual light an airy one. I take to the trees hopping from branch to branch with expert skill.

Kars is beside me, chasing me, and I once again laugh at him. At his determination to catch me and at our own competitive and teasing natures. We’re both fast and careful as we spring from branch to branch but Kars is slightly faster, and as I go for a large leap across the a clearing within our dense forest home, Kars grabs me in midair and we go tumbling into the clearing, full of flowers and autumn leaves. It’s still late summer so theirs not too many fallen just yet.

We lie in the field and laugh out loud, simply elated to be in each other’s presences. I sit up and as he tries to as well, I take his head and guide it down to lie in my lap. He relaxes and I play with his hair idly as he closes his eyes and I gaze down at him. He’s consuming all my heart and thought as per usual, I think to myself. I often find myself wondering what goes on in his wonderful mind as well, curiously pondering if I consume his thought with as much fever as he does mine. My mind then turns back to the stars above us. I wonder what it would be like to be one of those starts, not a care in the world, simply providing endless illumination .

“The stars are beautiful tonight, right Kars?”I hum in thought while gazing between the orbs of flame above and back down at his half sleeping form.

“Not as beautiful as the sun...” he retorts and causing me to sigh. That’s right, he’s not interested in these distant stars of various hues and is instead only interested in the once closest to us. The one that burns us with it’s closeness, the one that confines us to thus current time of night. The most distant of all if one thinks about it. Honestly, his love for the sun almost makes me feel jealous, if not for the fact that the wonder, ambition, and passion that flashes in his eyes when he speaks of it, makes me fall for him even more than one would think possible.

“I know...I’m sorry we can’t see it Kars, but I swear, one day, with your genius, we will.” I state truthfully with my best beaming smile in hopes to console him.

He opens his eyes slightly and smiles softly At me. Catching me off guard as he gently reaches up and cups my cheek with his warm, and strong hand.

“Even if we never see it, I’ll still be content. After all, you are MY sunlight, and we will be together, forevermore...”

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#jjba fanfic #requests #headcannons #anime writing blog #writing #taking commisions #kars x reader #jjba kars #pillar men #jjba part two #jjba part 2 #jojos bizzare adventure battle tendency #jojos bizarre adventure #kars jjba #jjba fluff #fluff writing #so cute

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you reply because deep down you like my attention, I assure you. you're so thorough with it as well, you read everything I say and have so many thoughts about it all, don't you? it makes me happy to have such an effect on you <3

terrifying, vile, skin-crawling? oh, darling, those are all compliments, not names! as for "🎨 anon", that's pretty cute... I like to think I'm the artistic type, so it does nicely, I'd say <3 you already know me so well, I can't wait to show you more of me

~ 🎨

[Another one. Of course. It was almost like having conversations at this point. As Edin hugged themself with their wings and curled up into a ball, they read the latest message over and over again. Being called out like this on their lengthy replies - and the fact they'd replied to every single one reminded them of Sydney's advice. Maybe they were right... At the very least, they liked to think they had enough pride not to answer this one.]

[So, grey-faced and shaky in the hands, they just... Deleted it. And it was gone. It was just gone. And they couldn't undo that. Would the stalker be upset with them? Would they come for them? They clearly know where they live, after all. Or would they just find that cute or funny or whatever, too? They dared not hope it would genuinely dissuade them, but... It was something.]

[Swallowing their growing dread, Edin placed theirs and Esmee's shared phone at the end of their bed in case she came back and needed it, before climbing under their thin duvet, feeling the need to hide. Just for a while.]

#Who's posting our daily lives to Tumblr.com!? ((3rd Person RP))#RP Blog

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renee-writer · 3 months

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Teachers Chapter 51

AO3

The summer finds them planning for the future while soaking up ever moment of the present.

James changes daily. As he grows, his crying eases and he has more moments of quiet contemplation. Moments where he holds their eyes as he listens to them talk, read, and sing to him. Claire has the better voice and sooths with lullabies. Jamie reads and tells him bedtime stories.

They both hold their breathes and their son as the days tick down to his third month. Each brings them closer to being an official family.

She rocks him, giving him his bottle. He is a week away from being a quarter of a year old and forever their son. They will leave in two weeks time, heading across the pond, going home.

All is packed except James’ stuff. All the passports and other paperwork is ready, except his. He will get one as soon as the adoption is finalized.

“In a week, you will be James Kelly Fraser, forever,” She softly coos to him, “and we will head home to Lallybroch to meet the rest of your family. They are so anxious to meet you.”

He watches her with his wide amber eyes, a perfect combination of his birth parents green and brown. They are also a shade darker then Claire’s. He was meant to be theirs.

Jamie is in the living room going over emails. Their students have sent them many and he is answering them.

A knock on the door draws his attention. He rises to answer it.

Kelli-Anne stands there and his heart gives a lurch. Is their worst fear coming true?

Swallowing, his mouth dry, he greets her. “Kelli-Anne, hello. What…” He can’t ask. He can’t say the words that are stuck in his throat.

“No, Mr. Fraser, I am not here to take him away. I just want to see him, hold him, before y’all leave. If that is okay?”

His relief has him grabbing the sides of the doorframe. “Of course it is. Please, come in. Let me let Claire know what is going on.” He leads her into the living room where evidence of James is everywhere.

A bassinet sits by the couch. A bottle warmer is on the coffee table. Diapers stacked on one of the chairs. Stuffed animals and other toys are everywhere. She smiles.

He hurries into their room. “We have a visitor, Kelli-Anne. She isn’t ,” he quickly adds, “here to do anything but see him before we leave. She assured me of that.”

She lets out a stuttering breath. “Alright?”

“It is okay.” He places his arms around them both as she raises.

They walk out into the living room. She still stands, looking at the many pictures of James that haven’t yet been packed. Turning, she sees Claire holding him. The other woman smiles at her.

“I promise Mrs. Fraser, I am not here to cause trouble. I just want to see him, hold him, before you move.”

“Understand.” She walks over to her, “James, remember Kelli-Anne, the wonderful woman who gave you life.” She transfers the baby to her, then crosses her arms around herself, hugging herself. If she wanted, she could walk out the door with him and there is nothing they could do. Jamie wraps his arm around her.

“Hi James. You have gotten so big! Wow. Your mommy and daddy send me pictures of you but to see you, to feel how much more you weigh then you did at birth, it is amazing.”

Claire feels better after hearing her refer to them as mommy and daddy. “He is twelve pounds.”

She grins down at the little boy, staring up at her with wide eyes. “Such a big boy!” He blinks and his lips start to shiver, “Oh no. Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Rock him gently.” Jamie says.

She starts to and his pre-cry face soothes out. “You won’t see me again but I want to let you know, I love you very much. So much that I am giving you to your wonderful mommy and daddy, to raise you up right, in a way me and your birth father can’t. There will never be a day that you aren’t on my mind, that I am not praying for you,” she swallows back her tears, “goodbye my son.” She looks up at the teary eyes of his parents, “Thank you.” She hands James to Jamie.

Claire, weeping, draws her into her arms. “Thank you.” Kelli-Anne clings to her for a moment before nodding and walking out.

The Fraser’s are left alone.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #teachers #chapter 51 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence #modern au

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Insecure part 2: Raul Dominguez

Raul Dominguez. A forgotten doodle of a demon oc. He served no purpose, neither did his family. It only got worse his undestined life, his family arguing over and over on who they were. And without knowing what the consequences would be...

" want some kid" asked a smoker to Raul who took the cigarette and the man's boxes of matches" claro cabron" he replied in spanish. The consequences of the conflicts let to rauls needs. His need to smoke, drink, to sway from shit. Even if it killed him slowly. Sometimes he got aggressive with others without the intention...or complain he went through the worst things than the others who never liked comparing their horrible times...

" hey michael. Can you tell that pig not to eat too much, hes clearly on his third plate by now" spoke raul. It was the groups friendsgiving at a local church and despite arriving late they were all alone enjoying the holiday as friends. However once raul made that statement, Jesse just began feeling a bit insecure at that time and calmed himself down before resorting to violence" Jesse." Spoke Michael to jesse assuring that he's not in trouble" you may proceed with your third plate in peace. Raul, please next time if you feel like you ate too much yourself then dont take it out on others starving" Michael continued" besides you two have different bodies, and both of you need different amounts of food. You may only need a plate or two but jesse may need five to ten" he finally attached" five to ten? Geeze no wonder why he walks so slow and has very bad lungs my man's a fat ass" replied raul pissed of Michael's answer. However this began slowly affecting jesse more and more every second that he didn't even bothered to finish his current third plate of food and handed it to anselm and rochelle" you two can share it together. I'm out of here for tonight" spoke jesse taking his leave while putting on his coat as Raul finally calmed down he noticed jesse gone from the table and his plate still with food on it" raul that was very rude of you, you know that right!?" Spoke rochelle upset that thanks to him jesse got uncomfortable on a holiday bonding of theirs"...Jesse is no pig...he eats a lot because he was never given that amount we usually get to where we need little to be full as he needs more to fill that gap he couldn't have plus.......WANNA KNOW HOW FUCKING LONG IT TOOK FOR US THREE TO FINALLY GET JESSE TO EAT AS THAT "PIG" YOU SAID OF HIM..." spoke anselm defending jesse most from that word "pig".

" it'd be best if raul apologizes to jesse once hes cooled down" spoke Michael" in the mean time. I will try to find jesse and ensure he eats enough for the very least until he is ready to come back" Michael added taking his leave" can I join you?" Asked anselm quickly being brought into a hug with Michael taking both to find jesse" you still got some nerve for ruining the time we can all get together like a family. You know we all find eachother as Home unlike Home itself..."

Rochelle spoke" I will give you time to think yourself of your actions" she added also taking her leave. Raul was now all alone" I'm all alone again heh. Just like I've always been only you and me ain't it?" Spoke raul poor raul, he couldn't quit this smoking of his for it was his way to escape from anythin.

Michael arrived around 2:34 A.M. back from Jesse and noticed Raul smoking and coughing badly the smog of his cigar" Raul. Why do you still yet do this to yourself?" Asked Michael getting closer and removing the awful smelling cigarette from Raul's mouth." Its how I cope okay!?" Shouted raul madly" so that's all you do? You smoke your problems away like a COWARDdrug addict!?" The other spoke" I do..." spoke raul" if you really want to find that purpose of yours, you must start by not denying or hating anything BEYOND YOUR ORDINARY" spoke Michael" if we did that to you I assure you we would've killed you and you'd be Jesse's food to eat" he added on"maybe your right..." spoke Raul.

Extra chapter 1: The Apology

"Its okay jesse. You aren't wrong" spoke anselm trying to convince his friend to atleast not starve himself because of raul" I already told you anselm. I'm not hungry" spoke jesse resisting to eat the cake slice Michael bought him when found, he was very hungry still but those words still hurt him in a way. Maybe he was a fatass like raul said it's no wonder he can barely keep up with the others when running"jesse" spoke raul pissing the other off even more once hearing it" jesse I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have called you like that when eating I just wasnt used to someone like you, a selfless, bruised,strong and caring person"jesse slowly brought anselm in his arms to hug him" and to make up the friendsgiving, I bought something for us three to make our own little friendsgiving" added raul. Jesse noticed it was a bag full of french fries atleast 5 large fries in it and without thinking twice jesse proceeded to consume the fries" hey hey calm down. Theres plenty to eat no rush" spoke raul.

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Imaginary Friend : Bonus Scene - Part 2

Yennefer suggested that they take Potoo Head Geralt on a trip into town. She was happy when Jaskier excitedly agreed, glad that he was finally getting comfortable with leaving the house again.

"You-you're coming too, right, Geralt?" he asked, looking at Geralt. He started nervously fidgeting with that one corner of his blanket that he had wrapped around his shoulders. Geralt could hear his heartbeat speed up, and smelled the hint of anxiety.

"I'm coming," he assured him.

"That's what she said!" Jaskier laughed.

Geralt and Jaskier snickered, Yennefer sighed in mild annoyance, and Potoo Head Geralt stood there looking confused.

They agreed upon the story that Potoo Head Geralt was a Witcher friend of theirs who had been cursed while working a contract and was staying with them while Yennefer looked into how to break it. If anyone asked, his name was Jacek of Kaer Morhen.

Geralt had rolled his eyes. He already had a 'Dandelion' and now he had a 'Hyacinth'. If this kept up, he was going to end up with a bouquet of friends.

He didn't think the name fit Potoo Head Geralt at all, but Yen and Jaskier thought they were being clever, so Geralt just went with it. It wasn't worth an argument over.

Potoo Head Geralt stuck close to Jaskier, who used Yennefer's mental link to keep up a running commentary with 'Jacek', answering his questions and reassuring him if he was feeling apprehensive. Jaskier kept close to Geralt, like he had been doing anytime he went out. He still had bad moments, and needed his Emotional Support Witcher, but he could also tell that Geralt was feeling a little bit jealous, and a little useless.

For being such a Big Bad Witcher who "Needed no one", he sure did need a lot of attention.

Yennefer mentally shook her head in amusement as she watched them. She noted that Geralt was wearing his ratty Emotional Support Hoodie even though he had his Emotional Support Bard with him. She knew from the way he had pulled the hood up, that he was feeling very uncomfortable from all the attention Potoo Head Geralt was drawing to their little group.

Most people could tell that Geralt was a Witcher, and that Potoo Head Geralt was Witcher-shaped, so they avoided them. While most people didn't hate Witchers like they used to, they were still nervous around them and avoided them when they could.

Jaskier purposefully tried to make Geralt jealous after a man at the grocery store had (after watching Potoo Head Geralt go 'mwawp' everytime the scanner beeped when someone scanned an item) asked if the curse had affected more than just their friend's appearance, and Geralt had shrugged and muttered "Bird head, bird brain."

Now Jaskier was leading his dream creature around like a small child, handing him things he expressed interest in, and explaining what it was.

In retaliation, Geralt started paying more attention to Yennefer.

Then they started trying to put things in the trolley that were not on their shopping list. It escalated until Yennefer saw them both running towards her with arm loads of non-list items. She'd frowned and said in her best Mom Voice," PUT THAT SH*T BACK!"

All around the store, children (and several husbands) had rushed to comply.

They decided it would be best if they avoided taking Potoo Head Geralt on long errands, or to places with lots of people. There were plenty of hole-in-the-wall places in Oxunfurt, and Jaskier had a soft spot for those kinds of places. They were small and cozy, quiet, and they reminded him of his University days.

The park had been fun. Potoo Head Geralt had enjoyed the swings, and Jaskier and Geralt had only aquired minor scrapes and bruises from getting thrown off the old-school merry-go-round.

When Geralt had said he was going to spin it 'super fast', he'd f***ing meant it. Yennefer had ugly laughed from the swings and yelled 'Dumba**!" when Geralt had gotten it spinning, jumped on, and almost immediately flown off. He'd bounced, then skidded across the grass on his face in the classic 'scorpion pose'. He'd gotten up with a scraped elbow and a scrape right in the middle of his forehead.

Jaskier had started laughing the second Geralt had gotten thrown off and followed seconds later, hitting the ground and ragdolling arcross the grass, then laying still. Potoo Head Geralt had run over immediately, thinking he was dead because he wasn't moving. Jaskier had sat up seconds later, gripped his lower leg dramatically, and squeaked, "Ow, my knEEEEEE!"

The Voice Crack worked on Potoo Head Geralt just as well as it worked on Yennefer and Geralt. The potoo-headed creature grabbed Jaskier, eyes bulging in panic, and started 'mwwaaawwp' ing like a car alarm. It had taken them several long minutes to convince him that Jaskier was fine.

The 'dumba**' band-aids had been handed out and they had gone home. Geralt was finally starting to kind of warm up to the creature. It was kind of fun watching him experience things in their world.

But he was also struggling to fit in. Geralt could see it. The thing was overwhelmed with how this world worked. He was not made to live here, among people who barely tolerated Witchers. He wasn't used to being stared at either. Back in the dream world, weird creatures were completely normal. They were far from the weirdest things to exist, especially in Jaskier's dreams.

The day finally came where Jaskeir had to make The Decision. Geralt had driven them to a little curry shop tucked back in an out of the way place. It was one of those little shops that was all but hidden from view, and you had to walk down the gap between two buildings to get to it. The path was narrow, but it opened up into an almost fae little courtyard with string lights and little tables, moss between the cobbles, and ivy on the walls. And the food was amazing.

Jaskier and Yennefer were watching Potoo Head Geralt wolf down his curry, while Geralt took pictures and vidoes. The couple on the other side of the outdoor area watched in mild amusement.

Two young men had come in and started causing trouble for the staff, harassing the young women behind the counter, and complaining about there being Witchers present. Geralt had ignored them. Jaskier had started getting that look in his eye, so Geralt had kicked him under the table, and Yennefer had shoved a spoonful of curry into his mouth with a casual "Eat your curry, darling."

Things went to sh*t when the two men decided to come over to their table and start bothering them. Geralt had slowly stood up, intending to leave so as not to cause anymore disruption, when one of the men swung a chair at him.

Potoo Head Geralt had gone into Witcher Mode. Jaskier had been a mess afterward. The event had triggered flashbacks, and when the police arrived and wanted to take Potoo Head Geralt, he'd had a panic attack and Geralt had to take him off to a quiet corner to calm down.

Yennefer had quickly explained that 'Jacek' wasn't a monster, he was just cursed, and she was working on it.

The witnesses had vouched for their innocence, and the staff had showed the police the video of the man attacking Geralt, and Jacek defending him.

They had returned home, and after a brief discussion, they had all agreed that it would be best for Potoo Head Geralt to go home. It just wasn't safe for him here. Someone, sooner or later, would come after him.

Yennefer started crafting a spell to return him to the dream world. She took her time, wanting to give Jaskier a little more time with his friend before he had to say goodbye.

When the spell was ready, they gathered in the living room. Jaskier had hugged Potoo Head Geralt, trying not to completely break down. It had been painful to watch. Geralt had put a supportive hand on his back, rubbing slow circles and letting him take his time with his farewells.

Once they were finally ready, Yennefer cast the spell.

And nothing happened.

She made a slight adjustment to the spell, and tried again.

And again.

Then one more time.

"Er...Yen?"

"Mwaawwwp?"

"Hm."

"Well, f**k..."

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lunaprincipessa · 4 months

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ENTRY FORTY-FIVE

Last night, I was thinking about all of the people who have left an impression on me throughout the course of my life. The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it. I started to wonder what is it that makes people have such an impact? I also questioned myself. Do the types of people, places, and things that I find attractive play any role in this?

I suppose in a way it does. Once we become attracted to someone or something, we want it and therefore open ourselves up to it. This openness and acceptance, I believe, is what makes it possible for the impact itself to be developed and eventually gifted, be it positive or negative.

That being said, it's important to realize not everyone leaves a good impact. Sometimes, people cause harm whether it's directly or indirectly, intentional or unintentional. So, my dear people, WE MAKE AN IMPACT. Maybe on potentially everything and everyone that crosses our path. That's pretty significant, right? We should pay attention because IMPACT is important.

People who are confident do things differently from people who are arrogant for example. Their energies and styles are way different. Both will make an impact though, won't they? The quality and after-effect will be very telling of what type of person they truly are. You'll know then what kind of impact was left, a blessing or a lesson.

We simply have to care about the impacts we leave on people, just as we wish for them to care about the impacts they leave on us.

Is this person better off with your company or your absence? Are you better off with their company or their absence? Is this person better off with your arrival or your departure? Are you better off with their arrival or their departure? Side note: things like conceit and anxiety should NEVER answer these questions because they'll lie to you. Use realistic and critical thinking instead.

Continuing on, does leaving an impact require us to push limitations? Perhaps, but make discernments to assure the pushing of said limitations is necessary and appropriate. Limitations are always subject to scrutiny and change anyway. Just try not to push a person's boundaries, be it theirs or your own. Boundaries are what people use to protect themselves with.

A couple of other elements to leaving an impact are being influential and creating some type of change. Inspiring either way, those people, places, and things that compel us to see the world differently. The goal here though, is to never make someone's vision or progress worse. So if you want to make someone see the world differently, watch every move you make. A part of making an impact is instilling trust. You don't want to be the type of person to instill trust just to break a person down.

One article I read talked about, what I view as, the two best ways to make an impact. The absolute BEST and ONLY ways if you want the impact to be genuine are:

*be your authentic self

*make others feel welcomed around you

Truth! The people who are themselves do it better. It's similar to buying something handmade versus buying something that's mass-produced. The handmade item isn't a fucking copy of something else, it's an original! Same with people. Screw trends of any kind, show me who you really are!

Another article I read a while back had a quote in it about people and the impacts they make which I think can be a good fit for this blog.

John Neffinger and Matthew Kohut wrote, "Strength and warmth... Find a way to balance this tension to be the most compelling person that is high-value and commands that attention."

The author explored the strength and warmth mentioned by Neffinger and Kohut, using her own interpretations to explain their perspective.

She interpreted Neffinger and Kohut's version of warmth as:

*giving others a sense of belonging

*letting others know they're cared for

*having a "we're all human" mentality

*appeals to those looking for their "tribe"

*being generous with time and kindness

*shares one's own journey with others

*sympathizes with others

She interpreted Neffinger and Kohut's version of strength as:

*making things happen

*being consistent

*being bold

*being courageous

*having true confidence (not arrogance)

*being assured in one's own authenticity

*being a source of security

*helping others with survival

*gives reassurance in general

*people knowing what they offer is valuable

I'm sure we could all add our own interpretations and perspectives on strength and warmth, but I thought the author's words were more than adequate in pertaining to an individual making an impact. The article continued to share more of Neffinger and Kohut's work quoting, "the ability to master this tension, to project both strength and warmth at once is rare - so rare in fact that we celebrate, elevate, and envy those who manage it. We even have names for this ability. The Ancient Greeks called it a "divine gift," from which we get the word "charisma."

In my opinion, true power and wisdom is humble. And those very elements of power and wisdom can be found in charisma. That innate ability to make an impact on people using nothing more than presence.

True, things like greed, apathy, or power and wisdom without humility can leave an impact as well but as previously stated, we should heartfeltly pay attention to and care about the quality of impact that we leave.

It's crucial for us to take full inventories of ourselves and reflect on things like our own behavior(s), what we're proud of, and what we feel we should change. To hone and improve while remembering that perfection in human beings is a myth.

Maybe that could be an incentive for taking the time to leave a good and gracious impact. While perfection cannot be achieved in people, it can be achieved in the eyes of the person you impact when they look at you.

The good news here is that we get to decide what kind of impact we leave. This also means we should ever be keeping in mind that we can successfully make an impact on people without intimidation or being devoid of human decency. Causing discomfort, fear, or harm earns you bad karma and a bad reputation, not respect.

"This is rightly said that the way you treat people leaves a lasting impact and is often remembered, whether it's in your personal or professional life. How you interact with others, the kindness you show, the respect you give, and the consideration you demonstrate all contribute to how people perceive and remember you."

Some other words associated with making an impact:

*seminal

*indefatigable

*gravity

*primary

*memorable

*ineradicable

I'll conclude by pointing out that last word, "ineradicable," means unable to be removed or destroyed. That being said, make sure the impact you leave is good because it will be a lasting one. First impressions and impacts are not to be underestimated!

"People who greatly impact others in a positive way often possess qualities such as empathy, kindness, integrity, and a genuine desire to help others. They may be good listeners, supportive, and encouraging. They lead by example and inspire those around them to be their best selves."

More thoughts later.

#making an impact

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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

Tags: @taina-eny

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relaxxattack · 3 years

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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

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miraculouscontent · 3 years

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so... could you write some more adrien/chat salt? your fics and posts salting on him are always so good 🥺

Thank you! And of course~

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Ladybug had considered what to say multiple times over the day she'd had to think about it. She'd thought about all the different ways she could've said it, and what would've been the most effective when who she was talking to was taken into account.

However, sitting there on the rooftops with Chat Noir, there was a point where she just had to say it, no matter how it came out.

"Give me your miraculous."

Chat jerked his head over to her, jarred from the silence and eyes wide as his brain seemed to process the statement. Ladybug, meanwhile, stared ahead at the night sky, as if she hadn't said anything out of the ordinary.

After a few more seconds, she got a reply in the form of laughter, Chat buckling over with a hand on his stomach. "That's quite the Hawk Moth impression, Bugaboo!" he exclaimed, though calming himself enough to give her a half-lidded gaze and add, "But you don't have to do that to impress me, you know."

She didn't reply, only turning to look at him with her expression entirely flat, not showing any reaction to the mixture of teasing and flirting.

He was still grinning for a while, but as the silence dragged on, he began to falter. "...Ah—" He shook his head, leaning towards her and trying to force a smirk. "—if you want a wish that badly, all you need to do is say the word, m'lady! I can grant all your wishes."

She remained stoic, maintaining eye contact with him but not encouraging his banter. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head as it became clear to him that she was very much not joking.

One of Chat's ears twitched in confusion. He leaned back to his normal distance from her, seeming at a loss for what to say now that the atmosphere was finally registering with him.

Ladybug took a breath, noting that she had his attention. She straightened and looked back over Paris, saying, "I can't do this anymore."

He followed her gaze, squinting as if the answer would be written out there in bold letters for him. "Being a hero?"

"No, us. Us being partners." While he gaped at her, she stared down at her lap, her hands clutching her thighs as if that would give her some sense of stability. "...Chat, do you think this is a game?"

Chat shifted and rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not having expected the conversation to go here. It was hard to tell whether he was trying to keep things light or if it was just his genuine reply when he responded, "W-well, I'm definitely in it to win if that's what you mean—"

"I talked to Xavier Ramier today."

She watched his expression carefully, his hand leaving his neck and hovering awkwardly in the air as he looked at her. He seemed puzzled, not knowing what this had to do with the conversation, though his brows rose briefly like he'd remembered something.

She continued, trying not to show too much in her reaction as she explained, "Since I'm not as busy right now, I thought I'd check in on some of the people who got akumatized but I didn't have time for earlier. He was one of them." Idly, she pulled out her yoyo, almost mindlessly tapping away at it as she navigated through the various menus. "He said you came by to check on him a while ago; said that you were sitting there, just enjoying the day with him. He told me that you asked him if he missed being Mister Pigeon, or if he was feeling any negative emotions."

"I—" Chat tried to interject.

She didn't hear him, too focused on telling the story. "Then I asked him when you showed up, and he didn't know exactly when, but..." She showed him her yoyo, the messages Chat had sent clearly being timestamped for reference. "I figured out from what his rough guess and asking around that it was when you were supposed to be on patrol."

"I was on patrol!" Chat protested. "I was just checking up on him."

"You were relaxing on a bench," Ladybug reminded him., her tone remaining consistently flat. Snapping her yoyo shut and returning it to her hip, she added, "I even asked around and people told me they saw you go into the Grand Paris Hotel. I heard from one of the butlers there that you were sulking, and got excited when you saw Chloe and Sabrina fighting."

He opened his mouth to explain himself, but she could tell that he was struggling to come up with an excuse; he honestly believed that she'd never find out about any of this.

"I trusted you, Chat. I trusted you to cover for me when I'm not there, no matter what." She needed to swallow back her emotions for that one. "Why would you do that? Why would you hope for akuma to happen? Why would you lie to me?"

"I didn't!" Chat insisted, waving his arms frantically. "I—see... it was an off day! I was just—you know I can always do my best around you, and I did patrol! I just... made a few stops along the way! I wouldn't lie to you!"

"So you don't lie to me," she stated cautiously, "and you've never lied against me."

"Of course not!" he assured.

She paused for effect, just long enough for him to grow uneasy, then said, "Theo Barbot waved me down a while back."

Chat visibly cringed, and she could hear a hissing sound as he sucked in a breath.

"He wanted to congratulate me. He saw the picture of us kissing on the Ladyblog and said that he was glad we could finally go public about our relationship." Her gaze sharpened even as she stared at nothing in particular. "I asked what he meant, and he told me that you said that we were a thing. He said that that's what got him akumatized."

"It wasn't..." He averted his gaze. "...a lie exactly."

In response, Ladybug stood, throwing her arms outwards as emotion began to seep into her voice. "This is about more than lies, Chat; it's about everything! If you can only do your best around me, then what happens if an akuma gets me?" She didn't need him to answer. "You'll lose it. I need someone who I know will take care of things even if I'm captured."

"I would!" Chat retorted he stood up, the nervousness now showing on his face. "I would do everything to get you back, I—"

"Party Crasher," she cut in without missing a beat.

He recoiled like she'd physically struck him.

"And it's not just that I can't rely on you if I'm taken out; I can't rely on you not to take yourself out," she said pointedly, turning away from him and taking a few steps away to distance herself. "You're always throwing yourself in front of me and sacrificing yourself, sometimes when you don't even have to and always without just talking to me about it! Do you have any idea how that feels? You tell me all the time that you'll listen to me and how I'm the planner here, and then you go and make plans without me."

She heard Chat's hurried footsteps from behind her as he tried to match her pace and argue, "It's not like that! It's just—it's because..."

She turned just as he reached her, her stern gaze making him stop. "Because my anger is so irresistible?" she asked. "I'm just so adorable when I'm mad that you won't listen to me?" She advanced on him, forcing him back. "Thanks, Chat, that makes me feel so much better that you can't take me seriously because you just love me that much," she said sarcastically.

"That's not what I meant!" he argued, though at that point it seemed like all he could do was weakly protest that he didn't mean anything that way. "I'm only teasing, Bugaboo!"

"Then what do you really mean?" She clenched her fists at her side. "I've told you to stop calling me Bugaboo and you never do! You're too busy bantering and talking about our relationship to focus on the fight, and when that kiss happened - the one that happened because you got shot by Oblivio and I had to save you - you laughed at me for being upset and you didn't care. I'm tired of having to deal with all of that; I'm dealing with enough as guardian!" Reminded of her own status, she steeled herself up and held a hand out to him, managing to calm down enough to say, "Now, revoke your miraculous. I'll give it to someone else."

Chat retreated, his hand moving to cover his ring protectively. The nervousness had partially faded away into him being generally upset, though he also didn't try to defend his actions anymore. "You... if you give the ring to someone else, you'll know their identity!"

"I've already got a plan for that," Ladybug stated, holding her hand out more insistently.

Because of course she did. She wouldn't have been doing any of this if she hadn't given it a lot of thought first. There were pros and cons to bringing in a new cat, and when she really weighed it all together, this was the only way forward. Chat wouldn't learn, and she'd been stuck in a limbo of shouting at him, being ignored, and having to push down her feelings in the future or risk damaging their teamwork. She'd devalued herself - devalued her emotions - in order to believe that she could make it work because she needed him.

Except, she didn't. She needed a cat; someone to use the more active miraculous to balance out the lack of firepower that the ladybug miraculous had. It wasn't that it could be just anyone, but it certainly didn't have to be Chat. While she deeply regretted going back on one of Master Fu's decisions when he couldn't even have a say in it anymore, the fact of the matter was that she was the guardian and she made the rules.

Chat backed away a few more steps, his eyes darting around as he sought a way out of the situation. Then, facing Ladybug, a mixture of upset and offended, he argued, "We're a team! We still come out fine no matter what happened! You don't even know my identity, I've kept it a secret just like you wanted!"

He was reaching, and they both knew it. That had always been the reason for revoking someone's miraculous: someone else knowing their identity. However, there were reasons beyond that, and them "coming out fine" from a battle was hardly a high bar for someone getting to keep theirs. Ladybug knew that well enough after having dealt with Miracle Queen; even if Chloe's identity hadn't been revealed, she was still a bad person who felt entitled to a miraculous.

But Ladybug also understood the game Chat was playing at: that it wouldn't be right to take his miraculous when he's protected his identity. The logic was flawed, but she nonetheless crossed her arms and gave him a blank look, staring into his green cat eyes and starting to fit pieces of a metaphorical puzzle together.

Kung Food, Horrificator, and Startrain: those at minimum were times where Chat's civilian form had to have been inside at the time the akuma happened. Chat had also mistaken Francoise Dupont for an elementary school after they'd defeated Kwamibuster, but she mentally acknowledged that he could've been lying. He had to have been, if they were trapped in that building together with Horrificator. It narrowed things down significantly, and she knew that he had to have been a teenager like her due to the timer on his miraculous.

And while she was aware that Chat's green eyes meant nothing considering that she got green eyes as Lady Noire, there were little coincidences sprinkled throughout their history together that didn't add up unless she came to one final conclusion.

Chat showing up at the museum even though he'd have no way of knowing that an akuma could've been there. Chat knowing that Volpina's illusion was fake. Chat's mysterious loss of his miraculous when Style Queen was attacking.

The feather allergy.

Then, Ladybug glanced at the hand he was covering; the one she knew had the cat miraculous on his right ring finger. She almost felt like congratulating herself for constantly resisting the temptation, because when she actually thought about it, it was so obvious.

She knew that hand, as she'd seen it so many times. She had pictures of it plastered all over her wall and the realization made her feel sick, her heart dropping as opposed to skipping a beat.

"...Adrien Agreste," she said finally. "You're Adrien Agreste."

He blinked, his expression blank at first before dread started to take its place. His mouth slowly fell open, words trying to escape but there weren't any to be found.

She let the moment drag, stepping forward to close the distance between them. Adrien's face flashed over Chat Noir's for a moment and she swallowed, summoning all of her confidence to address him properly.

"Tell me, Adrien. Tell me that this hasn't been a game for you. Tell me that you wanted to protect Paris all this time. Tell me that this hasn't all been about you."

She waited, not expecting or hoping for any answer in particular, because it no longer mattered; the conclusion would the same regardless.

Ultimately, she got no reply, and within the next ten minutes, the cat miraculous was in her hands and Adrien was promptly taken home.

—————

Marinette took a breath of the cool night air, having chosen to walk home rather than get there as Ladybug. She needed time to think, and walking helped her clear her head from the rush of everything that'd happened.

Her purse rustled, Tikki popping out and leaning off the side to look up at her. "Is everything okay, Marinette?"

"Yeah." She nodded her head, just to reassure Tikki further. "It was for the best. It's a lot, but... I wanted to do it; for me, and for Paris."

Regardless of how many emotions she had to deal with, she was glad she knew. She supposed that she could've taken Chat's miraculous without seeing his identity - though it would've been complicated - but it helped her sort through so many thoughts in her mind.

She let out half of a chuckle, idly thinking that she dodged a bullet. If dating Adrien would've turned him into any level of Chat Noir - or, honestly, just knowing that he was Chat Noir - then it was definitely for the best that she figured out his identity. She wasn't sure how she'd behave around him the following days, but just the idea of things being any semblance of "normal" in the face of "the famous model Adrien Agreste," with no stutters or freak-outs...

It was nice, making everything feel a little brighter. Maybe Alya would even stop claiming that she's just "jealous" of Lila, the girls would stop teasing her so much, and she could put all that time she used to spend thinking about Adrien into something more productive. There hadn't seemed to be a downside in sight, actually.

As Marinette kept thinking on the subject, her gaze wandered off to the side, taking in the sights around her, and she paused when she noticed that she was right next to the Seine. The revelation didn't surprise her - she knew she'd have to pass by it to get home - but it did inevitably remind her of Luka, especially since they'd broken up only a day ago.

The metaphorical wound was still fresh, not helped by the fact that Lies had come right afterward as if to remind her of why she had to break up with him; she couldn't have a normal life, and she certainly couldn't have a boyfriend. It didn't matter if she loved Luka and he loved her back, because she would always have to leave their dates at the first sign of an akuma.

Yet, nevertheless, there was some form of comfort in staring out at the river, and she found herself traveling down the nearest set of stairs to walk right next to the Seine instead of so far above it, her eyes trailing along the surface of the water to search for the Liberty.

It took a few minutes of walking, almost making her wonder if she'd passed it without realizing, but then she saw the ship resting in the water, right where it always was. She approached, taking in the various colors and the silly rainbow weathervane, her body automatically relaxing at the memories of those two weeks of crafting kittycorn-themed costumes from paper mache.

Curiously, she noticed that the gangplank was up, as someone presumably had forgotten to pull it back before going to bed that night. Marinette walked over, crouching down and wondering idly if it was possible that it had been put up but had just fallen over at some point, yet it was clearly set perfectly in place.

Mentally trashing the thought, she placed her hands on her knees and started getting up. As she straightened her back, her eyes involuntarily scanned over the deck of the ship, a familiar color palette of blues, blacks, and whites registering in her mind before she fully recognized what—who it was. Her eyes locked onto the figure, and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from letting out a yelp.

It was Luka, sitting down on an instrument case with his guitar in his lap, though Marinette noted after a moment that he was actually asleep. Concern furrowed her brows as she took in his posture, one of his arms resting on the case while the other was perched on the guitar's base. His back was arched against the taffrail of the ship and his head was tilted back to the point where his hair was falling into his face.

There was no way that was comfortable.

Marinette hesitated, feeling almost like she was trespassing, then gave Tikki a look to hide inside the purse while she walked across the gangplank Any footsteps against the deck of the ship seemed unusually loud due to the otherwise quiet night, but Marinette tried to ignore it, approaching Luka cautiously so as not to startle him.

He was frowning, and she involuntarily copied the expression onto her own face. Outside of the bumps in their dates and the break-up itself, it was rare to see him as anything but calm or happy, and she got the distinct feeling that it wasn't just because he was asleep that he was making that face.

She reached up, lightly fixing his hair in case to try and keep it out of his eyes when he woke up, then lowered her hand to his shoulder. She gave him a light shake, then another with a little more effort when the first failed to stir him. When that failed as well, she leaned close, looking side to side like she was afraid someone would see her and think she was doing something strange. However, no one else was around, allowing her to safely whisper his name to him.

"Luka."

She stiffened when she got an immediate response to that, Luka letting out a low humming noise as he shifted. She jolted back, trying to give him space and blushing at the thought that shaking hadn't woken him in the slightest but her voice had immediately.

Luka's eyes opened halfway, staring blankly up at the sky. Brows lowering in confusion, he tried to move, though a whine escaped him when his body protested at the uncomfortable position he'd gotten himself into. He winced, but eased forward and leaned on his guitar for support, only then looking forward and meeting her gaze.

She shifted in place, feeling awkward but knowing that it was too late to back out now.

"...Mmmarinette?" he asked, squinting like he wasn't really sure she was there. He blinked a few times, his eyes widening a fraction when he confirmed that she was real. "Marinette?"

"Ah—hi," she replied, waving awkwardly. "Um, sorry, it was just—I was walking, and I saw you, and you were sleeping weird—not that you sleeping is weird or you look weird when you sleep!—but you seemed really uncomfortable so I just..." She gestured vaguely at his current state of awareness.

He let out a tired sound that may've been an "oh," then ran his fingers into his hair and rustled it, like he was attempting to shake the tiredness out of himself. That done, he managed a small smile at her that didn't stretch anywhere near the amount it usually would. "Thank you. I'm glad you care about me that much."

"Of course I do!" she blurted out, a little offended at the idea that she wouldn't. She realized belatedly how loud she'd been and rubbed an arm in embarrassment, but didn't take anything back either.

Deep down, she knew where he was coming from. It must've been hard for him to watch her ditch him and then deal with her ending their relationship with next to no explanation. Even with the confidence he constantly radiated, not having any information on the 'how's or 'why's must've been difficult, and she hated keeping secrets from him.

Even Chat got better than that...

Luka tilted his head at her, the anxiety probably written all across her face. Concerned, he began to ask, "...Is everything—"

"Luka," she called suddenly, straightening to face him fully. "I—" She swallowed, needing a few seconds to compose herself. "I know this is a bad time, because I'm not really supposed to be here, and you can say 'no,' but... can we talk? About what happened?"

She bit her lip nervously as he sat up, his body noticeably more awake than before. She felt like he deserved to know more about the whole situation, but he also had every right to refuse her for waiting - even if it wasn't that long ago - so the possibilities were nerve-wracking.

Thankfully though, Luka relaxed after a moment, lifting his guitar out of his lap to set it aside, the bottom of the body resting on the deck of the Liberty while the neck was supported by the taffrail. Settling his hands in his lap, he then gave her his full attention, even offering a soft look of reassurance.

Her shoulders eased; he was going to hear her out. Part of her almost felt bad, wondering if maybe he was forcing himself, but she also knew it was important for him to get closure on the matter.

"Okay..." She breathed, acknowledging to herself that she hadn't planned this is the slightest. After some internal debate, she sat down on the deck of the Liberty in lieu of a proper seat, earning a look from Luka but no further comment otherwise. Running her hands along her capris, she stared up at him and finally began, "It—it wasn't you."

He raised a brow, silently encouraging her to go on.

"I mean, maybe you weren't worried about that, but I just... I needed you to know that." She shrugged half-heartedly. "You didn't do anything wrong, Luka - you're amazing - and if it wasn't for me always having to leave and rush off and make you feel bad, I would've stayed with you."

"...Really?"

She blinked at his tone, the corners of her lips quirking up as he covered his mouth, clearly not having intended to blurt that out. She simply nodded at him, falling back into her serious state as she continued, "You deserve someone who can be dedicated to you, and I just—I can't, and I can't tell you why either." She slumped, ashamed at the secret she was forced to keep. "I wish I could. I do trust you, but it's not about that. It's—" She pursed her lips, struggling to find the right words. "—it's not really something I can say?"

She dropped her gaze to her lap, but didn't miss the flicker of understanding in his eyes. It was important to her, for him to know that she believed in him and that he'd done everything right in their relationship.

"...Are—" Luka paused, voice laced with worry. "Marinette, are you being blackmailed or something?"

She almost laughed at that. His deduction wasn't entirely wrong, as "go defend Paris from a supervillain and tell no one about it, and if you do then they might be in danger," certainly did sound like blackmail. Still, she shook her head, reassuring, "It's nothing like that. I'm sorry. I really want to tell you, a-and even be with you, but I can't do either." She clutched at her knees in an attempt to ground herself, glancing back up at him with a mixture of sorrow and guilt. "I don't know what you see in me, Luka, but I feel so lucky that you like me so much, and then unlucky because—" She choked briefly, her cheeks heating up as she realized that she'd never said the exact words to him before. "—because I like you too and I want it to be that simple but it's not. You want the truth and the truth is that I can't tell you no matter how much I want to. I know I forget things and had to skip out on dates because I was so stressed out, but you made everything fun and not stressful and I loved every date we went on until... you know." She gestured wildly to imply 'unsaid things happening.'

He was quiet, not showing any particular reaction, though she'd spent enough time with him to know that he was glad that she was talking more openly about it and clearing some things up that he might've been wondering about. His expression seemed blank on the surface but he was relieved to know something even if her words were pulling his emotions in every direction.

Mentally preparing herself for the next step, Marinette pushed herself up and walked over to him, finding it hard to meet Luka's gaze even as she hunched over and boldly placed her hands on top of his. Out of the corner of her vision, she could see his eyes searching her face, not knowing what to expect next.

"...I'm sorry," she murmured. "I know I apologized already but I'm sorry. I should've known things would end up like this but I wanted to date you anyway. I can't even tell you when this is all going to end so I can't ask you to wait for me either because it's not fair. You deserve a relationship that isn't so complicated... that doesn't involve me."

She flinched at the emotional punch to the gut she'd just given herself. She'd already known that dating would be near-impossible so long as she was Ladybug, but it was a completely different feeling to face Luka and say it to his face. She wasn't sure if she'd been his first crush, but the thought left a bitter taste in her mouth that it'd all gone so wrong and there was no hope of getting it back.

She took another breath to calm herself, slowly raising her hands away from his. "Anyway, that's all I wanted to say," she murmured, still not making eye contact with him. "Thanks for trying to show me a good time, Luka, but... maybe you should fall in love with someone else."

She turned away before her emotions could get the better of her, about to walk off when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and jerked her back. She squeaked in surprise, glancing behind her to see that Luka was on the edge of the instrument case, arm stretched out like he'd impulsively hurried to stop her. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he spoke first.

"Why?"

"W...why?" she echoed.

"Why should I fall for someone else?" he asked, his tone somewhere between hurt and serious.

"Ah." She tilted her head, confused and with no idea of what he was getting at. "Because of everything I said?"

"That you enjoyed our dates? That it wasn't us who cut the song short?" His other hand reached up, holding her hand as well while he looked at her tenderly. His voice grew quiet, like he couldn't believe what he was saying. "That you like me?"

Marinette blushed, but found it hard to look away from him this time. "I...I do like you. Um—only you, but—Luka, the dates..."

Luka slowly stood up, gently squeezing her hand in a show of support. "I didn't even think that I'd be taking up too much of your time, Marinette. I wanted to be together with you, but I didn't want it to be hard either." He offered her a lopsided smile, adding, "And I'm glad you told me, because I don't think you being busy means we can't be together."

"...What?" Marinette gaped at him in disbelief. "I thought you said that you wanted the truth, and—"

"You gave it to me," he reminded her. "You said you can't tell me and I believe you."

She waved her free hand wildly. "Y-yeah, and I'll have to run off and we'll never know when!"

"Then we don't have to date, or we don't have to date as much." He'd said it like it was the simplest thing in the world, and maybe it was. "Why should we be playing sad solos when we can play a happy duet instead?"

She went to retort, but he'd so swiftly shot down her arguments that she was left speechless. She hadn't even considered that - trying to compromise with him on their dates - because she thought she wouldn't be worth it for him, yet here he was, offering himself to her again now that everything had been laid out for him. It seemed too good to be true, but...

He was her Second Chance, and every moment she spent with him just reaffirmed why she'd adored being given that chance in the first place.

She made a small noise as she tried to hold back emotion, her hand shaking in his. "You want me that much?"

His smile grew wider and more genuine, clearly recognizing that she was about to accept him. "Yeah. Do you want me too?"

Afraid her voice might crack and ruin the moment, she nodded and turned fully towards him. She held out her other hand for him and he took it happily, both of them able to enjoy each other's company once more.

Once things had properly settled down, she held back a shy giggle and asked, "S-so, do we just... pick up where we left off? Or just—before everything started going wrong?"

He hummed, seeming to honestly think about it. "I guess so. What verse do you want to start from?"

She retraced all of the bad dates in her mind, like she were rewinding a movie. One moment in particular stuck out to her, and she tried not to grin too much as she suggested, "The cinema? After I gave you the necklace?"

She didn't have to clarify any further, his eyes lighting up in remembrance. He grinned and leaned down to be closer to her level, her getting up on her tiptoes to meet him halfway in a kiss, thus finishing what they'd started from what felt like forever ago. She could feel Luka's hands caressing hers, as if to reassure that everything was alright and he was happy.

She waited until the kiss broke apart, then looked at him to ask teasingly, "Better than setting up a whole date to do that?"

He pressed his forehead to hers, sighing happily. "Definitely."

She beamed at him, almost tempted to kiss him again before she remembered what time it was. She gasped, inadvertently surprising him with the sound, then recoiled and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders, sitting him back down on the instrument case.

"You need to sleep!" she told him, then corrected a second later, "But—not here! Not right here anyway! It needs to be in a bed! Your bed!"

He laughed at the abrupt shift in tone, but nodded obediently at her, resting his fingers along her wrists. "I will. You'll sleep too, right?"

She nodded back, her heart skipping a beat at his care for her. "Yeah, I promise."

Her hands lingered on him, as did his with her as she pulled away from him. As much as she would've liked to stay with him, it was late and she still had a lot to take care of.

Rushing across the gangplank, she waited until she was safely on the other side so she wouldn't risk tripping as she turned to face him, walking backward and waving excitedly. "Bye, Luka!"

He suppressed a chuckle at the happiness-induced loudness of her voice, then waved back at her. It was only when he got up to take his guitar inside that she finally turned around and started officially heading home.

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When the last of the Adrien photos had been shoved into her trash bin - even the ones on her corkboard - Marinette allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief and collapse into her chair. It'd taken a little longer than she'd thought, but she was still satisfied with the change. The walk home and conversation with Luka had brought all of her thoughts together and made her feel optimistic about how the day had gone.

"Marinette?" Tikki looked up from the chocolate chip she'd been nibbling on, her being the only kwami awake at that hour. Voicing the inevitable, she asked, "What are you going to do about the cat miraculous?"

Marinette turned, acknowledging her, then reached into her purse to pull out the ring in question, turning it a few times in her hands. It was weird having it in her possession while she still had the ladybug earrings on, but it wouldn't stick around for long anyway, so she wasn't concerned.

Tikki continued, an urgency in her voice, "You're Ladybug, and you're not supposed to know anyone's identities, but you're also the guardian now, so you're supposed to give out miraculouses and know everyone's identities!"

Marinette, much to Tikki's apparent surprise, flashed her a smile and held the ring up confidently. "That's exactly why you're going to pick the next cat, Tikki."

Tikki blanked, dropping the chocolate chip in shock. "Wh—me?" Her voice squeaked. "Why me?"

Marinette would be lying if she said that she didn't find some amusement in Tikki's befuddlement. With a bit of effort, she pushed herself up from her seat, setting the ring down on the table and walking towards the sink at the other side of the room. "Because you've been with every ladybug who's ever existed, which means that you've known every ladybug and cat duo that's ever existed." Giving Tikki an expectant look, she added, "If anyone knows what kind of cat I'd need as a partner, it's you."

"But—" Tikki floundered, the thought clearly having never occurred to her. "It's the guardian who has to hand out miraculouses!"

"I won't know the new cat's identity this way," Marinette reminded her, idly tracing her fingertips along the sink's edge. "Sure, it'll be someone we both know, but if I didn't figure out that Adrien is Chat Noir until I tried, then I won't figure out this one either."

Her eyes scanned over the various drawers in her reach and she pulled open one in particular, a small box jerking forward from the momentum. It was the same box that held her ladybug earrings all those months ago, and now it would be the box for the new cat as well.

Holding the box to her chest and silently wishing luck upon it, Marinette returned to her table to see Tikki staring quietly at the ring in thought, apparently still processing what she'd been told. Marinette paid her no mind for the moment, setting the box down and searching various other drawers for a white cloth big enough for the box to be wrapped in. Then, once she'd successfully found one, she laid it out neatly on the table and opened the box to place the ring inside.

The moving of the ring snapped Tikki out of whatever trance she'd been in. She flew up, clinging to Marinette's hand and begging, "Wait! At least tell me what you'd want in a cat!"

Marinette supposed that was a win, since Tikki wasn't outright rejecting the idea and had little argument against it. She dropped the ring inside the box and smiled at the gentle 'click' it made when she closed it, then turned to address Tikki. The nervousness on display made a modicum of sense when considering that kwami were supposed to obey the guardian, so being told to do what they wanted was probably a little strange.

Marinette just took it in stride. She leaned against her chair as she considered her ideal cat, having been so used to Chat Noir that she needed a minute to imagine someone who really matched her.

"Thoughtful," she answered, nearly blurting the word out when it finally came to her. "Someone who thinks the way I do so I'm not doing everything myself. They can be selfless, but they have to have limits, and with good instincts so they won't throw themselves in front of me." Her expression growing fond at the idea of such a partner, she took the cloth and wrapped the box in it, sealing it with a strong knot as she added, "And... they have to be understanding, where I can cover for them and they can cover for me and we'll just—click."

She snapped her fingers for effect, watching as Tikki flew over to the wrapped-up box and tested it to ensure it was safe to carry. While she was tugging at the knot to confirm it was tight enough, Marinette stood and headed up the stairs to her bed, opening the way to her balcony so Tikki had a way out.

By the time Marinette peeked over the bed to check on Tikki, Tikki had already taken hold of the cloth and flew up to be eye level with her, the box being a noticeable yet manageable weight. Marinette moved to the side, allowing the straight-faced Tikki to go past her and go up to the balcony.

Thinking that Tikki had already gone, Marinette was about to close the trapdoor when she heard a soft, "Marinette?"

Her head turned to see Tikki, hovering above the little table with the box still held in her paws. She seemed conflicted, like she was struggling to find words, but eventually settled on, "You're a great guardian."

And with that, she left, Marinette blinking in surprise for a moment before a smile formed on her face. She closed the way to her balcony, then slipped back down the stairs to start getting ready for bed.

At the same time she'd be settling in to sleep that night, her tiny Miracle Box would be set down delicately in the Liberty, specifically on Luka Couffaine’s amp.

#((And some Lukanette obviously because I have no self control.))#MC's Writing #writing: story #category: salt #salt: chat noir #episode: Lies #other: ml spoilers #relationship: Luka Couffaine & Marinette Dupain Cheng

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