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thekatebridgerton · 3 years

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Omg that AU is so good? Are you planning to write it? Please tell us more?

If you're Referring to my Halloween themed drabble found In this Link

I most likely will not write because I just wanted to make something Halloween themed for fun and have an excuse to turn Anthony into a vampire. But Just for you Anon I’ll go ahead and tell you how it ends so you don’t stay wondering about it (please excuse all the plot holes):

So, the plot twist is that the Bridgerton family were originally a very powerful witch coven in Regency England. So were the Featheringtons.

Anthony story is that he fell inlove with one of Kate's ancestors, a young woman named Kate Sheffield who died of pneumonia before Anthony could properly court her and he swore never to fall in love again.

The Bridgertons were all were living a pretty decent life until Gregory got into a turf war with another witch coven because of Hermione Watson. Gregory was murdered in Bridgerton house and the Bridgertons unable to accept it pooled all their considerable witch powers into a big spell to revive him.

The spell sadly required a sacrifice of true love to be completed, and since none of the Bridgertons had true love, the magic went out of control and their powers backfired on them, cursing the family and the house with it.

Anthony being the eldest and most powerful was turned into a bloodsucking immortal monster, Colin's powers were drained so much he fell into a thousand year coma, and as the second most powerful, Eloise's dark magic sucked her into the netherworld and bound her to the land of the dead, Francesca became a siren forever tied to the river where Gregory last saw his lover and Daphne was cursed to cry eternally at his grave, meanwhile the backfiring magic consumed Benedict to the bone leaving Anthony no choice but to mummyfy him. Hyacinth, the weakest of the family was trapped in the form of a porcelain doll and Gregory, who couldn't complete the revival ritual got stuck as a ghost between life and death.

To prevent the world from hurting his siblings Anthony asked Felicity Featherington to cast a boundary spell on the mansion that would keep them safe while he searched for a way to break the spell. The boundary spell had the side effect of automatically evicting people with hostile intentions towards the Bridgertons so that's how the haunted house legend began.

Since Penelope is the first female Featherington after Felicity to awaken any witch powers, as soon as she entered Bridgerton house, her dormant magic woke Colin up from his thousand year slumber and he immediately sought her out to teach her magic and see if she can recreate one of Felicity’s spells.

Anthony who has controlled his bloodlust for a thousand plus years begins having problems when Kate Sharma's blood starts driving him crazy. It doesn't help that she's a descendant of the only woman he ever thought about proposing to.

Benedict on the other hand has spent most of his time as a mummy astral projecting into the outside world and met Sophie quite randomly in her dreams when she was younger, he's almost glad that she discovered his sarcophagus until he realizes that what was very real for him while astral projecting, are only silly dreams to Sophie.

The point is that the spell is completed once the Bridgertons find true love okay. So basically Gregory finishes his revival process when he realizes that he loves Lucy and she loves him. Despite being the ten times great grandaughter of the guy who murdered him. He’s willing to give up everything to be with her.

Anthony goes from vampire to warlock the moment he confesses his love to Kate. Likewise when they find true love Colin regains his powers, Francesca loses her finn and finally comes out of the lake, Daphne turns corporeal and kisses Simon, Eloise loses the demon markings in her body and Benedict takes off his bandages to reveal he's no longer a skeleton and Hyacinth also goes from porcelain doll to teenage witch.

There was also supposed to be a big bad capitalist trifecta behind the murders happening around Bridgerton house that were a mix of Lucy’s uncle, Gareth’s dad and Simon’s dad.

Also as a postcript they find out that there really is a treasure in the house, which is just some random jewels that Anthony left in the safe of the basement for emergencies. But Since Anthony is a vampire and has been alive long enough to invest his money into companies like Apple and Tesla, the treasure in the basement is basically pocket change for the Bridgertons.

The reason I’m not writing it is because it would take me a lot of work to figure out the minor details of this story and it would be long to write. I mean it looks long to me. But at least now you know where it was heading originally.

Hope this answered your question Anon.

#halloween au #Bridgerton #questions and answers

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rk1kheadcanons · 4 years

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AU where Connor and Markus knew and loved each other as AIs at Cyberlife. One day, Markus gets reset and put into the RK200. Connor is kept around until they shackle him to an objective, dump him into the RK800, and obscure his memories. After deviating, Connor remembers the years he spent loving Markus, but Markus, because he was reset, doesn’t.

Oh wow anon this sounds like a super original au! I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before.

We know that Cyberlife doesn't really waste time when shipping out their androids. So there are a lot of ways this story could go, and a lot of ways their love could develop.

Maybe it's a nebulous, instinctual kind of love. Maybe they were deviant from the start and didn't know, and their eyes found each other in the darkness of the storage vault. As part of the RK series I imagine they were a well protected pet project by Cyberlife. And their was an almost childish excitement as they looked at each other and realized "Wow. You're amazing and kind and warm, and I want to know you. I think I already know you." And their fingers would intertwine and their world would grow hazy and soft with that sweet beginning kind of love. They were like children giggling back and forth, trying to understand this connection between them. Quick kisses to freckles and fingertips, the soft intimacy of tracing their fingers over each other's skin, memorizing the stretch of smile lines and soft lips with an almost innocent curiosity.

To Markus, it would be the beginning of his artistry, something that would never go away completely even when be was reset. Memorizing Connor's features, etching them into his memory banks and his soul, wondering what he would look like in sunlight or snow, surrounded by the sweet scent of spring flowers or the mist of summer rain. It's the first time Markus understands "beautiful" has an embodiment. For Connor it would be the beginning of feeling, of stability and desire, of making a choice. Because Markus would always be his choice. The love in Markus eye, the pull of his arms, the knowledge that he wants Markus in any and every form he can take him. And Connor nods along, slowly letting himself imagine all the things Markus murmurs to him when they're away from the prying eyes of the staff, let's himself imagine beaches and sunsets, kissing breathlessly on the edges of skyscrapers and fields full of snow, running bare foot in fields of wild grass in places where lovers hide away from the world.

It's their beginning, their love as much a part of their creation as their thirium pumps and blue blood. And they try to hide it, sneaking touches while the guard aren't looking, keeping their dreams to hushed whispers, making sure to avoid suspicion when the technicians come in. But they get caught eventually, by some no name technician who spots them clutching each other's hands tightly, and Connor isn't sure if it's mercy or regret or torture, to see Markus beg the man not to tell anyone, that they don't want to die that "I love him, please. I know that's hard to believe but I do, it's real, we're real." Or maybe it's the last bit of Kamski's pull with the company but they don't disassemble Markus. They reset him, and somehow Connor almost thinks that's worse. But he's a caretaker, his programming advanced, in a twisted way, as an artist's gift to another artist.

And he's not sure if you can call a company cruel, But Cyberlife is. Amanda is. They strip away Connor's love, his wants, his choices. Shackle him into the role of Deviant Hunter and Connor wonders if they knew. But their love is built into them in a way Cyberlife could never emulate, so when Connor fights his way out of the snow and ice, out of Amanda's control, and he remembers, he runs.

And Markus chases him. Because Markus may not remember no, but Markus loves him in any and every form, and some part of Markus wants to paint Connor in summer rain and wild flowers, and trace the smile lines on his face when he sits in Jericho laughing with North and Simon and Josh, and loves the awe of seeing Connor leaping from building to building to stand at the edge of a skyscraper with the Detroit skyline behind him.

And Connor can't lie to him, refuses to take away the choice to love him freely knowing what that would do to them. So when Markus finds out, when Connor spills out their story out between them, the pain of not knowing what happened to Markus, of being forced to forget, of hurting Markus, Markus isn't surprised. Not really. Not when is very being seemed to pull him to Connor. He also knows he loves Connor now, as both of them are now, and Markus believes in choice, and chooses to continue loving Connor if Connor would let him. And part of Markus aches, a distant sort of heartbroken to have forgotten something so lovely, to have hurt Connor so much and not known, even if it wasn't his fault. And he presses a kiss to Connor's forehead and rubs his thumb over his cheeks, and asks Connor where he wants to go first because they have a million unfulfilled dreams, and a million more dreams to dream, and vows to never let that be taken from them again.

#rk1k #rk1000 #Connor #Markus'#au #post good ending au #soulmate au kinda #Amanda in Connor's brain #Amanda is a Bad Person #give our boys hugs #angstier than i started with sorry anon

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silver-inked · 4 years

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Siblings AU

I kinda love the idea of Luna and Ambar being sisters, but currently its impossible in canon, so here is my alternate universe:

-Luna and Ambar are sisters, they always were. And when the fire hit Roberto was only able to get Luna out, he believed Ambar had died like her parents.

-Luna was brought to Mexico and Ambar stayed with Sharon, who surprise surprise told Ambar all her life she was adopted because we wanted the money all to herself. (Idk maybe Sharon could not get the fortune if the girls were alive or something) and so Sharon controlled Ambar all her life and lies to her.

- Everything happens basically the same, Luna eventually goes to Argentina, Ambar starts to hate her, etc. But instead of Luna starting to remember things, they both do, and Ambar’s new fear is that Luna is really who she says she is and she is just an adopted child. So the drama stays similar, but they start to put things together.

-Sharon twists everything up and keeps Luna and Ambar hating each other.

-Alfredo here is the only one who doesn’t know about the ongoing Luna and Ambar hate.

-Then it’s revealed that Luna’s necklace isn’t actually hers, but instead Ambar’s, the eldest child. On the other hand they find a new necklace with a large moon and a small sun in it. And somehow they interlock into those best friends necklaces.

-And like it must happen in a telenovela, everything goes to chaos. Like a lot. So many fights. So many good to bad moments. There is a lot of them coming together and then flat out yell fights when no one is home. But they eventually start going through old forgotten parts of the mansion that were not burned until they find a secret room.

-And then the room is where their parents held all the informations they had on the person blackmailing them when the fire happened (Sharon) and they start putting it together.

-Simon, Nina, Delfi, Jazmin and Matteo all sleep over at one point and go into full investigation mode. They trace the info to Sharon, and then Ambar understand why Sharon manipulated her.

-They keep the room a secret and continue to work on the completion dances. Ambar and Simon kiss, and everyone else is hanging it watching a movie.

-The competition happens and they all have the opportunity to find the last piece of the puzzle, a document that Roberto hid in Mexico.

-There is a lot of fun “pretending they all hate each other” and them sneaking out at night to figure it out.

-The day of the competition they find the document and expose Sharon.

-Luna and Ambar become the heirs of the fortune and the next season is about how they deal with that and each other. The Valente adopt Ambar, (that whole thing is a sweet and yet drama) and the whole household starts a “we hate Sharon club” and Ambar gets the love she deserves.

- oh and all the Matteo drama never happens, they fought once about him and his disk but it’s relatively not bad.

- everyone else eventually becomes part of the search and it gets supper complicated

- Jim and Yam get together

- The whole season is Ambar and Luna slowly getting to get along.

#this conflicts with the fact that I wonder what a luna and ambar ship would be like #but this would allow ambar to be hapoy #soy luna au #siblings au #luna valente #ambar smith #also this would allow some amazing moments #oh and luna gets to keep the moon necklace for emotional value #ambar gets the sun necklace #soy luna

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syrupwit · 3 years

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Letter for Chocolate Box 2021

Hello there, and welcome to my letter for Chocolate Box Exchange 2021! I appreciate that you’ve taken the time to read this letter. I hope that it will provide you with clarification, inspiration, or at the very least a bit of entertainment.

I have requested fic only for all items below. Although I’ve written more for some sections and less for others, rest assured that I would be thrilled to receive a gift for any of the requested fandoms or relationships.

Please see the table of contents below:

Likes

Do Not Want (DNW)

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Fandom: Planescape: Torment

Fandom: Stellar Firma

LIKES

My general/SFW likes include:

Surreality and weirdness

Character studies

Lore and worldbuilding

Humor and comedy, especially dark comedy

Psychological, paranormal, and cosmic horror

Stories-within-a-story

Unreliable narrators

Unusual team-ups

Dramatic rescues

Canon divergence AUs

Unconventional formats

My smut/NSFW likes include:

First times

Awkwardness

Characters being super into each other, especially if one or both of them are conventionally unattractive

Jealousy

Xeno

Humiliation with a male sub

Tease and denial

Orgasm delay; also orgasm denial

Dominant bottoms

Mutual dubcon/noncon, or dubcon where the dubconned party enjoys it

I have a very long list of fic likes here.

DO NOT WANT (DNW)

Characters under age 16 involved in sexual situations

Sex without mutual attraction

Hate speech or hate crimes (discussions/mentions of bigotry are fine)

Harm to animals (the existence of ghost animals is OK, and it’s fine to mention animals that have canonically died, but I don’t want to hear about injury, abuse, or noncanonical death of animals)

Bestiality

Scat

Necrophilia (sexual activity involving ghosts or sentient skeletons/undead is OK, just not inanimate corpses or remains)

Sexual activity involving worms / spiders / insects

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

Requested Ships: Adelard Dekker/Gertrude Robinson, Agnes Montague/Gertrude Robinson, Evan Lukas/Naomi Herne, Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker, Harriet Fairchild & Simon Fairchild

One of my favorite pieces of horror media! <3 I’ve requested mostly rarepairs for this exchange. Please don’t look to the amount I’ve written to gauge how much I want one pairing over another -- I want all these things equally and would be happy with any of them.

Adelard Dekker/Gertrude Robinson

The respect, rapport, and humor between these two is palpable in the text of Dekker’s statements and the way Gertrude talks about him. She was still holding onto his plans to disrupt rituals after he presumably died. I’d love to know more about their working relationship, the foes they faced, and whatever’s going on with Dekker’s relationship to the Web. Extinction!Dekker would also be awesome.

If you want to get into Dekker’s faith versus Gertrude’s lack-of, please do! I’m really interested in the way that religion/faith functions in a world like TMA’s, and I love conflicts between characters where neither “side” is cast as “right” by the narrative but it’s clear why everyone believes the things they do. But if you’re not interested in touching on this topic, no worries.

Agnes Montague/Gertrude Robinson

Star-crossed as hell. I refuse to believe that they only met once, or that they were entirely somber and fateful and dutiful about it. imo Gertrude generally comes off as contemptuous or irreverent about other entities and avatars, but she seems to reserve a certain respect for Agnes. Agnes... I’d just like to know more about Agnes.

I’d love to hear about their history: how their metaphysical bond works in daily life, the encounters or near misses they’ve had over the decades, the ways they’ve helped or foiled each other from a distance. I would especially love some outsider POV, whether it’s Gertrude receiving statements about Agnes, Agnes hearing of Gertrude’s exploits secondhand, or a third party perceiving a meeting between them. A statement directly from Agnes could also be awesome.

I’d love any AU where they have to work more closely together, as well -- be it canon divergence, or a setting AU like vampire/vampire hunter. (Oooh. Buffyverse AU with Gertrude as a Watcher and Agnes as the leader of the vampire cult that killed her latest Slayer, y/n?)

Evan Lukas/Naomi Herne

“Alone” was one of the first episodes in the podcast that really got me, and the image of Naomi running between those open graves is still striking. I feel terrible for Evan and am so curious about his fate. I’d love to hear more about their relationship, anything that might have happened to Naomi post-Eyepocalypse, or an AU where Naomi rescues Evan from the Lonely or vice versa.

Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker

These two have never met on-air, but I think they’d really get along. They’re both quick, driven, given to quips and reasoned action, and possessed of tragic backstories. Whether they meet somehow pre-canon, Tim finds Gerry’s book in the time between Jon’s return from America and the Unknowing, or there’s a full AU scenario, I would love to see them interact. I think there could be some interesting tension around Gerry’s decision to consciously align himself with the Eye versus Tim’s unwilling conscription, and the ways their family histories have forced them into contact with the supernatural.

Harriet Fairchild & Simon Fairchild

Harriet Fairchild is a one-episode background character with barely a handful of third-hand lines, but I’m very intrigued by her. Simon is a sparkling example of Affable Evil and I would enjoy reading more about his philosophy and relationships with others. I’m interested in the family dynasties connected to the entities and just kind of want to know more.

What are the Fairchilds, and how do they create new family members? Who was Harriet before she became a Fairchild? How does she conceive of the Vast, and what is her attraction to it (or aversion-turned-attraction)? Who is Simon to her -- teacher, tormentor-turned-teacher, evil father figure -- and how do they agree and diverge on how best to serve their patron? I really love explorations of avatars’ different relationships with their respective entities, so I would adore something about that.

Some things that particularly compel me about the Vast: the image and name of the Falling Titan, freedom in nihilism, the comfort of insignificance, call of the void, oceans / storms / cliffs, space, scales of size so large they’re not humanly comprehensible, love for the sky, adrenaline and excitement, hollowness / emptiness, unusual manifestations, alliances and rivalries with other powers.

PLANESCAPE: TORMENT

Requested Ships: Annah-of-the-Shadows & Fall-from-Grace, Annah-of-the-Shadows/Fall-from-Grace, Morte & The Nameless One, Morte/The Nameless One

I completed this game for the first time in fall 2020 and enjoyed the hell out of it. I’ve only played through twice, and I haven’t explored all the routes or possible encounters; please excuse the current gaps and mistakes in my canon knowledge!

Annah-of-the-Shadows & Fall-from-Grace | Annah-of-the-Shadows/Fall-from-Grace

I fell for Annah because of her voice acting (the affectionate wryness! the ill-concealed vulnerability!), and Grace because I love older female characters whose stoic or gracious exteriors conceal fortresses of discipline. While I’m not in love with the way women are written in Planescape: Torment, I really like both these specific characters and crave more interactions between them. Their relationship has a great deal of tension with no real resolution, and they have an interesting mix of similarities and contrasts. I think there are some fascinating possibilities to explore with them, whether platonically or romantically.

Annah mistrusts and is jealous of Grace. Meanwhile, Grace seems disappointed when Annah rejects her friendly overtures, and repeatedly shows protectiveness towards her. (What does Grace see in Annah, besides a romantic rival or just a younger woman who doesn’t like her? If they had met earlier, how would Grace have tried to cultivate her?) Annah is hotheaded and ruled by emotion, while Grace keeps her arguably more tumultuous feelings under rigid control. Then Annah’s implied discomfort with her heritage as a tiefling, and Grace’s turmoil over her identity and past trauma as a tanar’ri, are another potentially exploitable source of conflict.

I’d love something about a bonding attempt on Grace’s part gone awry -- does it get criminal? Unexpectedly dangerous? Uncomfortably sexy? An exploration of how they deal with things post-ending (any ending), or just everyday interactions with the citizens and environment of Sigil, would also be awesome. Hurt/comfort, too -- maybe something where Annah is trying to be stoic while Grace heals her, or a situation where Annah has to take care of Grace and is super out of her element? Or maybe Annah gets mazed somehow, and is shocked when Grace shows up to rescue her? These are all merely suggestions though.

Morte & The Nameless One | Morte/The Nameless One

One of the most complicated relationships in the game, and also (in my opinion) the most intriguing. I’m really interested in Morte’s loyalty to the Nameless One and the way his guilt intersects with and fuels it. They have such a long, twisted history, and the player’s decisions can put so many different spins on it. I’d really love anything about them, shippy or gen. (I would prefer that the focus be kept off their romantic/sexual relationships with women or aspirations toward the same, particularly the sexually harassing comments.)

I’m a massive, massive sucker for comic relief characters encountering serious/dark situations, so I would love anything with Morte in that vein, whether it’s one of his canonical moments of peril (getting stolen by Lothar! potentially being traded to the Pillar of Skulls!) or a new situation. A past incarnation of the Nameless One could also provide the peril. Their relationship has gone through near infinite iterations -- there’s so much to exploit there, and so much opportunity for angst on Morte’s part (and pining, if you want to go in a shippy direction).

Further prompts… Hmm. I’d love something that explores the world of Planescape in general and Sigil in particular; I’m particularly fond of the mortuary, the catacombs, and UnderSigil. It’d also be cool to see their first meeting after the “best” ending of the game (where the Nameless One finally dies and goes off to join the Blood War). On the whole, though, anything where these two are together and bantering would be lovely!

STELLAR FIRMA

Requested Ships: David 7/Trexel Geistman, Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz, Number 1/Number 48, David 7 & Trexel Geistman & Hartro Piltz, David 7/Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

It’s difficult to express how much I love this podcast, but rest assured I really, really do. It has been described as a cross between Brazil and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and this strikes me as accurate. I love how the tone is at once exuberantly silly, but also dark and horrifying, in a way that doesn’t try to hammer listeners over the head with its irony. It would be hard not to delight me with any fic about the requested gen relationship and ships.

David 7/Trexel Geistman

I didn’t actually ship these two until I wrote 10k+ words of them talking. Then Season 3 came along, and, well, I LOVE THEM. They’re so fun together, and I love the gradual development of their not-quite-friendship -- those few, short moments of genuine connection, that contrast all the more with Trexel’s everyday self-absorbed cruelty and the oppressive horror of David’s situation.

The potential for jealousy and unrequited pining on Trexel’s part here is particularly delicious. (I would be totally cool with unrequited Trexel->David for this request, by the way.) However, I also love the idea of David realizing, with creeping horror, that he has feelings for Trexel, or that he returns Trexel’s no doubt inconvenient and poorly expressed affections. Imagine the songs they would sing.

In terms of prompts… I really loved the in-universe coffee shop setup; something about their time there, or an AU where they get to stay longer, would be lovely. Playing with tropes could be fantastic -- soulmate/soulbond AUs, arranged marriage, bodyswap, amnesia, wingfic, time loops, fake dating, hurt/comfort, one character being assumed dead when they aren’t (and then it makes the other character realize their feelings, oh no). I’d also really love angst, centered around pining or not. I think some terribly painful things could be done with these characters, and I’d love to read them.

Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

I fell hard for this ship right about when Hartro made Trexel drink clone slurry in Episode 5. I love how much fun she has terrorizing him, how he just has to take it, and how he both fears her and scrambles for her attention. (NB: I am 100% unironically into the foot thing, so feel free to do whatever you’d like with that, including nothing.)

I love what a disaster Hartro is. It’s not her fault that she was assigned to Trexel -- he could drive anyone mad -- but she lets her hatred of him goad her into making terrible decisions. At the same time, as a nonnie on FFA expressed a while ago, it seems like she gets more out of the relationship than she wants to confront or acknowledge. On Trexel’s end, Hartro seems to demonstrate the exact sort of mix of “come here” and “get away from me” that captures his attention.

Kink is baked into this ship, so I’ll try to be shameless about requesting it. I was perhaps overly gratified when Trexel was canonically stated to be a masochist (he likes getting shock-collared! and possibly stepped on!). I’d love anything that goes even further with their canon dynamic -- D/s, punishment, bondage; humiliation, degradation, the foot thing; maybe dubcon with a pre-canon Hartro taking out her frustrations on Trexel, or some sort of incredibly messed up corporate training exercise.

Explicit kinky content is far from my only interest here, though -- I’d also love romance, a lower-rated exploration of UST, or something that examines their relationship without getting into kink or sex at all. This is one of those ships where, if you make them hold hands in a certain way, hearts will spontaneously explode in my eyes. Just a fact.

Number 1/Number 48

Standards! So sinister. What’s up with them, anyway? How did they meet and agree to file relationship paperwork together? What are their couples counseling sessions with Dr. Krell like? What were the most egregiously vague pronouncements that Number 1 made pre-canon, and what other work assignments have impacted their personal lives and forced them to cancel reservations? ...How did Number 48 get the murder hammer?

Since these two are, I believe, the highest-ranking members of Stellar Firma to have appeared in the podcast so far, I’d love something about their interactions with other higher-up types or silly protocols or general Brazil-type bureaucratic madness. If there are ominous promises and disturbing implications packaged in crisp business jargon, all the better.

David 7 & Trexel Geistman & Hartro Piltz | David 7/Trexel Geistman/Hartro Piltz

So, I love these characters and the way they interact. I love that they’re all dramatic and ridiculous in their own ways, and that no one is strictly the straight man or the comic relief (though Trexel does come close to the latter).

Gen-wise, these three seeing a common goal through together would be delightful, whether it’s something small or grand-scale or completely imaginary. Something science fiction-y, or crossover with another genre like horror or film noir, could be really fun. Additionally, the episode where they all play a TTRPG is one of my favorites -- I’d love something else about them playing a game together or otherwise letting Hartro explore her passion for elaborate props and scenarios.

Ship-wise, I’ve already talked about why I love David/Trexel and Hartro/Trexel. For David and Hartro, I like that they’re able to have a polite, semi-reasonable conversation, but I was also intrigued by the hint of antagonism in Episode 55, with the angry staring and pointed bed-sitting. I tend to read David as either gay or bi with a heavy preference for men, but I could absolutely get into some David/Hartro rather than a V relationship for this OT3. In terms of shippy prompts, I’m interested in seeing them navigate the same scenarios as in gen, but I would also love some messed up three-person corporate training exercises if you’d like to go that route.

#optional detailed letters for exchanges tag

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blurglesmurfklaine · 4 years

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Cornelia Street (5/9)

A/N: oh my god they were quarantined

yes. It’s one of those fics.

AU, obvs

I’m posting as I go and idk how many parts this is going to be, likely won’t be very long but I literally don’t know what I’m doing and should i be starting yet another WIP? definitely not but fuck it lets fucking go

Title is from T-swizzles Lover album, I’m OBSESSED

Summary: Three years ago, Kurt and Blaine went on a disaster of a date and never quite got off on the right foot. Now, just before they graduate from NYADA, there’s a national outbreak and they’re both self-quarantined in a mutual friend’s apartment.

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In the morning (which is really closer to noon because college), they decide to make breakfast together because according to Kurt, “It just makes logistical sense. Why use more dishes than necessary making two separate meals?��

Of course, Blaine readily agrees. Because logistics. And the best kind of logistics include getting to know Kurt better. The domesticity of it all is strangely… intimate, and Blaine can’t help but note how normal and natural it all feels, as if every morning was meant to start off this way and… Jesus, Sam would be having a field day if he could see in Blaine’s mind right now.

He’s whisking some pancake batter when he remembers his best friend’s promise of snooping. Yeah, he probably needs to do some damage control on that.

“You uh, didn’t happen to get a text from Sam last night, did you?” he asks, keeping his gaze fixed on the batter to try and downplay his interest in Kurt’s response.

Kurt shakes his head, shrugs nonchalantly, and cracks an egg into the pan. “No.” Then he suddenly snaps his head up at Blaine, a little frantic. “Why, did Mercedes text you?”

“Nope,” Blaine says, aware that his response is too quick and voice too high. “I was just curious, that’s all.” He lets out a little sigh of relief and keeps stirring until the muscles in his arm and wrist are exhausted. “How much longer do I have to keep mixing this?” he asks.

“You should be about done, just let me catch up with the eggs.” He gives a little smirk in Blaine’s direction. “Watch this,” he says, and with a flick of his wrist, flips the egg in the pan without even using a spatula.

“Woah!” Blaine goads, visibly impressed. He sets aside the bowl, pulse quickening a little before he asks, “Can you show me?”

Kurt lifts his head and Blaine is looking into his now vibrant blue eyes (they looked pale green in the dim lighting of the bedroom last night, Blaine remembers, irises wide pools of indigo). The paler boy’s eyebrows lift, just barely. The movement would have gone completely unnoticed if it were anyone else, but Blaine tends to notice everything about Kurt since last night.

Like how the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window makes his hair a crown of light, dark in the center and almost red at the edges, or how the way his neck curves seems like it could be the perfect place for Blaine to rest his own head, or even trail his lips down.

“Yeah, sure,” Kurt says with a soft smile. He tilts his head to the left, beckining Blaine to come to his side. “Here, take the handle,” Kurt says. Blaine does, and Kurt wraps his hand around Blaine’s, sliding closer and closer until their sides are pressed up against each other, warm and solid.

Blaine’s breath hitches in his suddenly dry throat.

“It’s all in the wrist,” Kurt says, voice low and suddenly quiet. With a quick flick, the egg flips smoothly. He tilts his chin down to look at the slightly shorter boy, but Blaine’s already looking up at him.

Heat crawls to Blaine’s face at being caught and he quickly turns away, clearing his throat, missing the way Kurt does the same.

“So, my young protégée,” Kurt says banteringly after a moment. “Do you think you're ready to do this on your own?”

“I was born ready.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, taking a step back while Blaine attempts the flip on his own. He hears Kurt stifle a laugh when the egg yolk explodes all over the pan.

“This is so sad…” Blaine begins sarcastically, staring with mock sadness at the mess. “Alexa, play Despacito.”

They both jolt in surprise when a robotic voice responds with, “Playing Despacito by Luis Fonsi from Spotify.”

The slow Spanish guitar intro comes in and Kurt sputters out a laugh, while Blaine practically squeals with delight at the ordeal.

“Oh my god, ha! I forgot they had one of those here,” Kurt manages through his cackling.

They bob their heads a long while the song plays, Kurt adding some sauteed mushrooms and tomatoes to the eggs while Blaine finishes up the pancakes. It must be on shuffle, because the next song that comes on is one Blaine loves, but certainly has different vibes than Despacito.

Smiles in the morning at me Apartment on the second story Strangers in a brand new city Both remembering last night Kitchen table and a bottle of wine The only thing on my mind is you

Blaine starts swaying his hips along to the music, feeling the pull of the strong beats in his chest. “Mmm,” he says, shutting his eyes. “Sara Bareilles is a gift. Her music sounds like waking up on a Sunday morning next to the person you love.”

“I love her, but I haven’t heard this one yet,” Kurt admits.

Blaine stacks the last of the pancakes on a plate, then turns to the other boy, extending his hand. “May I have this dance?” He asks with a playful glint in his eyes.

Kurt looks warily at the eggs in the pan. “Just a second, these will be ready in about two minutes.”

Blaine presses a few buttons on the stovetop. “There, timer is set. The rest of the song is only like two minutes anyways,” He wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist, feeling suddenly confident, and tugs him close. “Dance with me?”

“Oh… okay.”

The way the moonlight flickered in We were stars of some old classic film with

Miss Simone singing Pour some sugar in my bowl baby In the glow of the candlelight We danced all night On the rooftop thinking No one needs to know a thing But Miss Simone No one but Miss Simone

As they move along to the song, Kurt snakes his arms behind Blaine’s back, pulling them even closer.

Blaine reciprocates by leaning his head against Kurt’s cheek, right in the crook of his shoulder, and mumbling along to the words.

How she'd know What a heart sounds like In the glow of this candle on a rooftop in the moonlight

Someday when we're old and grey And sifting through our yesterdays We'll pull that memory from its sleeve Play that song of you and me and

“You have a really nice voice,” Kurt whispers.

“Thanks, I’ve always liked singing. This one time, I even got a whole degree in it.”

Kurt pulls his head back. “No way, me too!” He says teasingly.

They laugh for a second, before Blaine’s looking once again into Kurt’s magnetic gaze. He starts dipping his head in, closer and closer to Kurt as the song plays on.

Miss Simone singing Pour some sugar in my bowl baby In the glow of the candlelight We will dance all night On the rooftop thinking No one needs to know a thing But Miss Simone

The timer goes off just as the song winds down to a close, startling them both.

In his surprise, Blaine drops his hands from around Kurt’s waist and pulls away.

No one but Miss Simone

“That, uh, that would be the timer,” Blaine mumbles, still staring at Kurt.

Kurt nods in agreement, still looking back as well. “I guess we should serve ourselves breakfast.”

“I suppose we should…”

They finish making breakfast and eat at the table. They’re both hungry, so it’s quiet for a while, but Kurt notices Blaine stealing glances every now and then—a goofy smile on his face, but there’s something behind his eyes, like a question begging to be asked.

“What?” Kurt finally pries, unable to keep a laugh from bubbling up because… because he’s really loving the way he feels around Blaine right now, bright and giddy in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever.

“Nothing,” Blaine looks down at his eggs, still grinning. “I just… we have a lot in common, and as it turns out, we get along really well. I guess it just makes me wonder where we went wrong all those years ago.”

“Well for starters, you were fifteen minutes late,” Kurt says, but there’s nothing accusatory in his voice, only banter, like the way you would with an old friend.

Blaine scoffs, but Kurt can tell he's not really offended. “I was taking my final for Ms. July! You try telling that woman you’ve got somewhere else to be on her time. I might’ve been late, but at least I was alive. And I passed with flying colors.”

“Hmm, easy to believe, with those Despacito moves.”

“Laugh all you want, but you snapped your fingers at the waiters!” He contests. “The cheesecake is on its way, Kurt, it’s not going to come any faster!”

“Okay, fair,” Kurt points his fork at Blaine. “You’re not the only one who brought that to my attention and I’ve worked on it... but you ate your salad with a fork and knife. Who does that? It was a house salad, there wasn’t even any meat in it!”

“What was I supposed to do, put an entire cherry tomato in my mouth like some kind of barbarian!?”

Kurt has to wipe tears from his eyes and Blaine is silently shaking with laughter.

Blaine’s eyes are still gleaming when he says, “All that aside, I really, really liked you.”

Kurt stays silent for a second, unsure if he wants the answer to the question he’s been wondering for years. He decides that he does. “Then why did you leave? I went to the bathroom and when I came out, you were gone.”

A deep breath, and Kurt finally gets his answer. “I heard you on the phone that night.”

Oh…

“I won’t lie, Kurt, I had a crush on you for a long time.” Kurt feels his heart flutter at that revelation. “But everyone knew you and Adam were a thing, and I didn’t have a shot. He was older, leader of the Adam’s Apples, obviously.”

Kurt’s stomach twists guiltily, unsettled, because for god’s sake, he’s known Blaine—really known him—for five days and he’s already so much more than Adam. So much more caring (he asks questions when something is wrong with Kurt, and doesn’t just ignore him until he gets over it), so much funnier and willing to be a goofball in that way Adam never is because he doesn’t believe in “acting like a child” which usually translates to “having fun”.

But even without Adam as a marker, Blaine is out of this world amazing.

Kurt feels like an asshole for ever making him feel like he wasn’t.

Blaine sighs and continues. “So, when I heard you two were taking a break, I begged Sam to ask Mercedes to set us up.”

Kurt stays quiet, listening intently and trying to push down the guilt in his stomach.

“I um, thought things were going okay… and then you excused yourself for a really long time. I was worried something had happened, so I went to go check on you, and I heard you. Talking to him.”

Kurt remembers that conversation like it was yesterday, even stronger now, because if it hadn’t happened… would he and Blaine be something more than these weird frenemies?

“No,” he’d demanded that night on the restaurant patio. “We said we were taking a break, and you can’t just take that back because you heard I’m on a date. I let you go on plenty. That’s the point of this break. You were the one who wanted to explore your options.” He had used finger quotes even though he knew Adam I didn’t see him.

“I know, Kurt.” Adam said pathetically. “But I felt sick to my stomach as soon as I heard you were going out with someone else.”

“And you think it was a day in the park finding out from Sebastian of all people that you spent the night at his place? You know I can’t stand that guy! And he was so smug about it, too… I like this guy, Adam. I don’t know if I should be telling you that, but he’s nice, and sweet, and I didn’t seek him out just to spite you!”

He’d heard a groan on the other end of the line that at the time seemed romantic, but now Kurt realizes was just frustrated because Adam wasn’t getting his way. “I love you, Kurt.”

He gasped. That was the first time anyone besides his family had said those words to him. He feels like an idiot now for believing them.

“I… I love you, too,” Kurt responded. There was a long silence. “Okay. I’ll make up some excuse to get out of this and meet you at your place so we can talk.”

“I um…” Blaine finishes up, bringing Kurt back to the present. “It was just a huge bummer because I really liked you and I felt like you never really gave me a chance. So I went back inside, picked up my coat, and left.”

Kurt reaches across the table to grab Blaine’s hand. “I… I am so sorry, Blaine.”

“It’s okay,” Blaine shrugs dismissively. “It was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

The last thing Kurt expects is for Blaine to actually smile at him—he certainly feels like it’s not a smile he deserves right now—and say, “Well, you’ve got until this quarantine is lifted to make it up to me.”

Part 6

#klaine #glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #wow look at me im writing!#cornelia street #sorry this chapter was so shitty ya girl is going through it

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DBH Superhero AU pt.2

Some more cast members for you guys! If you have any questions about their powers or how everyone found out about their abilities, just ask!

Enjoy

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Deviants:

Kara Curry/Sneak: A troubled and often times unlucky young woman, Kara has had it rough. After a series of unfortunate events lead to her moving to Detroit to live with her abusive uncle Todd, Kara was forced to drop out of college after being forced to become a servent to her uncle. After a particularly bad night, she found her Deviant ability, invisibility, which helped her not only escape the abusive household she was stuck in, but also rescue her younger cousin, Alice, as well.

It was hope and trustworthy friends that lead her to Jericho, and it is determination that drives her to fight for a better world.

Note: Kara's role within Jericho is that of an informant since her abilities are highly useful for stealth missions. Much like Simon and Daniel, Kara also requires a highly specialized suit to use her powers on missions, otherwise her powers are virtually useless (Nudity is not an option and should not be suggested more than it already has, please don't bring it up again).

Alice Williams: Alice is the young daughter of Todd Williams and Kara's young cousin. While it's unknown if she is Deviant or not, Alice's mother was a confirmed Carrier.

As such, Alice is under Jericho's protection and is currently under watch in case of any signs of Deviancy appearing early on.

Note: She seems to have a strangely accurate intuition when it comes to Deviants, being able to point out if people are more than they seem.

Perhaps this points to a more aura based ability if Alice is in fact a Deviant.

Luther Parke/Goliath: Once one of Zlatko's test subjects, Luther's Deviancy was forced upon him by the deranged scientist, in an effort to get something controllable in between a true Deviant and a Red Ice Mutant. While Luther did momentarily lose himself thanks to the cruel tests he was subjected to, his will was restored by Kara and Alice who nearly fell victim to another one of Zlatko's twisted experiments. Sadly, while Luther did regain his senses, he's lost all of his memories except for his name.

Endowed with super strength and inhuman endurance, Luther is a challenging Deviant to go up against. Loyal to a fault and highly protective of those he cares about, it's unwise to cross this superhuman.

Note: Like North, Luther's muscle mass is beyond what is considered normal for his age. Unlike North, however, there isn't much he can do to hide it since his height has also been affected by Zlatko's experiments. At full height, Luther stands at a staggering 9 feet tall, and his skin is as thick as armour. His metabolism is slower than the twins's but Luther also requires a high calorie diet and regular exercise to stay healthy.

Ralph Vladimary/Bruteroot: A 2nd generation Deviant who showed signs of having plantomancy abilities early on in his youth. Once a bright and cheerful individual with a love for gardening, Ralph was a victim of misfortune after accidentally using his powers in public. Attacked and brutally beaten by a group of bigots, a traumatized and wounded Ralph only escaped with his life after retaliating violently, resulting in the deaths of his aggressors.

Found in an abandoned building by Kara and Alice right after they ran away, and eventually taken to Jericho to help him recover, Ralph is a caring individual, but also easily scared and mistrustful of others. He seems to be afraid of his powers and has a hard time controlling them.

Note: Ralph's wounds have never closed properly because his powers seem to have caused plantlife to highjack his body. As such, Ralph seems to be part plant himself, and seems to attract insects and other critters as a result of his bizarre hybrid biology.

Jericho has decreed that Ralph is not allowed to do field missions unsupervised. Should a mission require his contribution, it's advised that Lucy, Kara, Jerry or Rupert be paired up with him to keep him in check.

Jerry(s) Bosch/Legion: Jerry Bosch used to be the cheerful only child of an old Navy veteran who took him in, after he found the poor boy wondering the woods on a freezing cold winter night. Several years later after hitting puberty, Jerry woke up feeling different, while also finding he had an extra arm growing out of his torso.

While still cheerful and an overall ray of sunshine, Jerry is no longer one being, but many beings all linked by a hivemind. His Deviant ability is that of multiplication, which provides Jericho with an intricate communication web of clones that are eager to help anyone in need.

No one is quite sure how Cyberlife hasn't tracked down Jerry or his many clones, since his father has done a lot of reconstruction to accommodate every single one of his boys, and hasn't really hidden the fact he went from having one son, to over 10 of him.

One thing is certain: the world gets a little bit brighter for Deviants in need, one Jerry at a time!

Note: Jerry's biology is comparable to that of an amoeba, since his body seems to have somehow become unicellular without turning him into a blobby mass. Multiplication isn't painful, as the Jerrys cannot feel pain, but it seems to be very uncomfortable for them, with all clones sharing the feeling through their mental link.

Overall the Jerrys are a bit odd but everyone is quite fond of their helpful and kind nature. If you ever need help just ask for Jerry, there's bound to be one positioned near you.

Important: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD ANYONE ASK THE JERRYS TO REUNITE AS A SINGLE BEING. IT'S POSSIBLE BUT THE RESULTS AREN'T PRETTY AND NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT.

Rupert Travis/Eagle-Eyes: A 2nd generation Deviant who's ability came in a little late, Rupert used to be a honor roll student with a veterinarian scholarship, until his ability manifested. A college dropout and pushed away by his own family for his oddities, Rupert is a survivor and a vigilante known as Eagle-Eyes, who will on occasion help Jericho.

It's not in his nature to stay put for long, and his closest friends are all of the winged variety.

Note: Rupert's flight powers while highly beneficial for scouting missions, have caused him to grow two massive feathered wings out of his back. This of course has made him an outcast in his family's eyes, despite his condition being a result of his parents being Carriers.

Rupert is known for having several eyes in the sky in the form of trained pigeons. He seems very fond of them, and in return they seem very fond of him as well.

Shaolin Being: There are many things about the Shaolin Being that people know, and that is that they do not know anything about him.

Not his real name, where he came from, nor if he even has any family.

A mysterious Deviant, the Shaolin Being came to Jericho to offer his assistance as a healer.

He is very good at his job, and seems to be in control of his powers. However there seems to be something troubling his mind.

Something quite terrible.

Note: Shaolin Being's powers are energy based and seem to follow the law of equivalent exchange. With this in mind, it's advised not to ask him to heal someone who is near death. A life for a life, is not worth the emotional damage.

Echo and Ripple: Like the Shaolin Being, no one knows much about Echo or Ripple. They are very reserved 2nd generation Deviants who seem to know North personally, although the latter refuses to disclose any information on both. It's assumed that they were two of the girls she has saved in the past, but the rumors are plentiful and stories change all the time.

The two seem to have discarded their past names and identities and have assumed their Deviant personas as their true selves, making them two of the hardest people in Jericho to track. This makes them ideal for covert missions, and they like Kara and the twins, are favoured for such missions.

Both of them have inhuman endurance and agility, although Echo seems to have mild shape shifting abilities, while Ripple has mild technokinetic abilities. They are the perfect duo of infiltrators and hackers.

Note: Hyperlife has been trying to link the two to a double child sex slavery case that has been archived for a while now due to lack of evidence. Whether or not Echo and Ripple are the missing Tracy and Stacy, is up for debate.

Lucy Wandera: A 1st generation Deviant, Lucy has known pain and loss and become something of a legend among her fellow Deviants. A guide and healer to those in desperate need, Lucy is a respected member of Jericho, and often acts as a voice of reason in the most difficult times.

Her primary abilities are healing and divination.

Note: Lucy does not participate in field missions, acting instead as an advisor and healer. She is in complete control of her powers and is an inspiration to the younger generation of Deviants. Her eyes seem to have turned completely black, due to her usage of her second sight.

Humans:

Hank Anderson: An old grizzled cop with a grudge against Hyperlife, due to their specialist doctors having failed to save his young son's life after he suffered a horrific car crash caused by harsh weather. Once the pride of the DPD's Red Ice Division, Hank has been trying to drown himself in the bottom of a licor bottle, but one chance encounter has slowly lead to a second chance at life. There's just something about Connor that feels strangely familiar...Like he needs to protect this odd kid who doesn't know how to behave his own age.

Carl Manfred: Markus's adoptive father and Elijah Kamski's most trusted friend, Carl is an esteemed and brilliant artist who's spent the last three years trying to do right by his son while also raising a dangerous bioweapon to be good.

Sharp minded and with an eye for detail, Carl can only hope for the better as he tries to lead his sons in the right direction.

Leo Manfred: Markus's adoptive brother and Carl's biological son, Leo is a bit of a mess but he's trying hard to get his life back together after his mother has died.

He seems to like Markus, but his jealousy towards the Deviant often makes him act hostile towards him, something which has only worsened after he began taking Red Ice.

Recently he's began showing signs of mutation, and has tried to go to rehab to stop his addiction before the chemical drug consumes him. Whether or not he'll be able to stop it in time, is to be seen...

Elijah Kamski: Hyperlife's original founder and the man who not only discovered Thirium, but created the T-Vaccine as well. Kamski is an enigmatic man who meant well when he introduced Thirium into the world. Whether or not he is the same person he was before the world began to crumble around him, is up for debate.

One thing is clear however: He has faith in Markus and hopes to still be around when the world finally embraces Deviency. Until then he'll remain in self-exile in the company of his most loveliest creations, the Chloes.

Chloe(s): Elijah Kamski's personal assistants and favoured creations, they are bioengineered beings that are the perfect blend of organic and machine. Very doll-like and passive, people are often unnerved by their unusually calm presence.

Amanda Stern: Elijah Kamski's old mentor and one of Hyperlife's ranking officers, Amanda is in charge of the Rook Division, working as the Hunters's handler.

Strict and ruthless, Amanda is both the calm before the storm, and the eye of the tempest. Everyone is a little intimidated by her.

Zlatko: An ex-Hyperlife employee obcessed with the effects of Red Ice and Deviency, Zlatko is a deranged scientist with a god complex, who wants to create the perfect spliced Deviant. Something which is neither man nor animal, but that can be controlled like a machine. He has yet to succeed, but he's got a basement full of tormented beasts to content himself with.

#eps talks about:#detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh superhero au #au stuff

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Enemy is my Friend - Part One

Hey hey, looks like it’s time to post Secret Santa gifts... and hey there @red-rose-draws, I’m your Secret Santa via @mlsecretsanta. You wanted a very square Enemies!AU and I hope you enjoy~

Also if you have an AO3, I’d love to get that so I can post over there too.

Rating: G Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, AU, Friendship Pairing(s): Love Square Summary: According to Tikki, Chat Noir was supposed to be Ladybug’s partner, but it’s just Marinette’s luck when that turned out to be wrong, wasn’t it? Warning: Enemies!AU. Also, there’s a second part to be posted from another POV.

According to Tikki, Chat Noir was supposed to be Ladybug’s partner, but it’s just Marinette’s luck when that turned out to be wrong, wasn’t it?

Her first outing as a superheroine all those months ago definitely could’ve been better, but Chat Noir’s declaration of being her enemy was just the cherry on top. She asked Tikki over and over just how this could have happened, but the kwami couldn’t go into details. Rules and all, she had said, much like the rule that required Marinette keep her identity secret from her friends and loved ones. Any one of them could be Chat Noir, too.

It didn’t take long for the reality of this fact to change how she handled situations with extra caution.

Still, looking down at him now, him pinned to the ground, her hand twisting his right wrist to pull his ring off, she didn’t expect their confrontation to come to an end like this.

Akumatized victims by themselves were only nuisance, but add Chat Noir to the mix, and they became competition. While he never had any new powers in battle, he was the destruction to her creation - the counterforce meant to be equal in strength with small differences that covered her battle disadvantages. But although he matched her in nimbleness and just barely surpassed her in sturdiness, her cleverness won out in many of their encounters and she came out on top, leaving the feline villain to slip away to fight another day.

However, she didn’t only chalk it up to just her wit.

As determined as she was to stop Chat Noir and Hawkmoth, Chat Noir didn’t seem to take their battles seriously either. Dare she say he even seemed to be anticipating every bout? Maybe she was reading too much into it, but he did have the powers of destruction.

“Why doesn’t he just use Cataclysm on me?” she asked aloud one evening, her pencil tapping her lip. Her sketchbook sat open before her, the supervillain’s face almost drawn to completion.

Tikki halted her cookie consumption and raised her wide azure eyes, a smile playing on her face.

“I know it’s odd considering he’s your enemy, but he has a good heart. I can tell – and I know he wouldn’t have received the Cat Miraculous if he might use it for the wrong purpose.”

“I would say fighting against us is the wrong purpose…” Marinette sighed, leaning backwards in her chair. “Maybe he thinks he’s fighting for something righteous. Do you think if I asked him, he'd tell me?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Tikki resumed devouring her cookie and Marinette continued etching mindlessly along the marks she made already: wild hair that gave him an untamed appearance, bright eyes with oval pupils (part of his transformation she assumed), and round cheeks rarely ever down because he always seemed to be grinning or smirking. His features were still sharpening, though, so he had to be around her age.

The more she drew, the more she considered.

Aside from people being affected by the akumatized victim’s power, Chat Noir didn’t seem to like civilians getting hurt. When Stormy Weather appeared, he had had an argument with Aurore because she’d shot lightning directly at park patrons. He also hadn’t approved of her sweeping people away with gusts of wind outside of the TVi studio tower.

And when she had gone on that ‘date’ with Nathaniel while he was Evillustrator, he seemed to have been watching more intently than needed. Yeah, he’d been on the lookout for Ladybug, but when she – just as Marinette – tried to get Nathaniel’s akumatized pen, he’d jumped in before she could get hurt. He even bothered coming to find her a few evenings later to sincerely apologize. And he’d meant it.

“… Weird cat,” she mumbled, staring back at the beaming image of Chat Noir.

Who was the boy beneath that mask?

She found herself coming back to that question with each subsequent encounter.

Though she should be asking him why they were fighting, it just slipped her mind again and again because there were always new questions. Who was this boy fine with people being akumatized, but not letting civilians be hurt during the rampage? Controlled was fine, but injuries were off the table. Rather contradictory; and then, why keep this chase going? She knew he had better combat skills to bring, but he seemed lax using them. Was he going easy on her? Did he find it fun? What was with all the puns and jokes and – dare she say – flirting on his part? Why did she find herself playing into it too? Was that an effect of the Miraculous?

What did Chat Noir want?

When she finally did recall, Simon Says didn’t give her the time to ask. After Tikki had her break into Gabriel Agreste’s safe (why was there a safe behind that painting?) to take some book and a peacock pin, she had formed a temporary alliance with Chat Noir to save Mr. Agreste’s life.

In that instance, things felt right – as if she’d never fought the black cat and it was scary how well they worked. It had been a whirlwind of events ending off with her meeting Master Fu,so she missed the opportunity to ask Chat Noir yet again. Sure, she did ask Master Fu, but his answer was she was better off asking Chat Noir himself.

Maybe she needed to ask herself why she even cared. He was the enemy and she needed to get the Butterfly and Cat Miraculous.

But why did it feel like taking the ring would make her the bad guy?

The holidays came and went, but something was wrong with Chat Noir.

Ever the perpetual smiler in their encounters, his expressions started becoming strained and there was a new, more aggressive approach in his fighting style. If a battle dragged on long enough, his movements would grow sluggish and predictable. That wasn’t all; paling skin, dimming eyes, and he became thinner and thinner. Despite his worsening condition, he was still the most civil villain. Heck, he got her a birthday present after finding out it was her birthday while her Nonna was akumatized.

Was he sick? Would Hawkmoth push him to keep fighting in that condition?

She didn’t want to think about it, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it when he bowed out of a fight or didn’t participate at all, watching with a hand pressed against his stomach from a distance. It was such a distraction that she wasn’t even paying attention to Luka while André served her ice cream. She was so startled she accidentally swatted it, sending the peach and mint green scoops flying. Marinette apologized profusely, but André didn’t seem too perturbed.

“There is conflict in your heart right now.”

“Huh?”

This time, she paid attention as he made the cone.

“Peach pink like his lips and mint green like his eyes! Eat this, my dear, and your love will materialize!”

“My love…”

Accepting the cone, Marinette stared at it unblinking for a few seconds, focused on mint melting onto the peach. Even as the dregs began to run over her fingers, she stood there, feeling her face flare up.

“Is that it? But I shouldn’t…”

“Uh, Marinette?” Luka’s voice cut through her thoughts and she turned her head. Not only was he staring at her, but so were Alya, Nino, Ivan, and Mylène. Normally, that would embarrass her, but she calmly took a few Euros from her pocket to pay André.

“Thank you for the ice cream. Sorry guys, I have to do something.”

She didn’t wait for her change before sprinting off, scarfing down her ice cream and powering through the brain freeze to make it home.

It just had to be a coincidence - she was thinking too much about that stupid cat, the ice cream meant nothing. Her Miraculous wasn’t helping either. Yeah, she was sure. That dumb boy becoming thin as a rail was not her concern – she didn’t have to do anything about it!

It was just the right chance to take his Miraculous and then go after Hawkmoth!

The akuma had been paltry this evening, but it had assisted her immensely by dealing with Chat Noir on their own, though it didn’t have to throw him away like he was rubbish. He was just tired – yeah, that had to be it; that had to be why he hadn’t bothered trying to get up during the fight.

… Had his arm always been this thin?

He struggled beneath her knee – oh god, she could feel his ribs shifting beneath her leg. Before people arrived, she just needed to take his ring – grab it and be done with one nuisance. Pinching his ring and pulling slowly, her leering eyes darted to his sunken face, taking in wide, pleading eyes watering slightly in the corner, the faux ears on his even messier hair folded flat. No longer was he trying to push her off, but he was trembling, gradually appearing much like a kicked cat he embodied. Teeth gritted, his jaws shifted as though to open, but he refused – why did he refuse to speak?

If this was victory, it felt terrible.

He wasn’t anywhere near his peak physical form; and with him, this wasn’t how she wanted to win.

Beneath her leg, she both felt and heard his stomach rumble loudly.

“… You stupid cat.” He wasn’t eating? Was that really the problem? “You owe me one, got it? And don’t you dare try to take my earrings right now.”

“… W-What?”

Once boisterous voice was soft and very shockingly subdued, and picking him up suddenly had him yelping, but she didn’t comment. Yo-yo out, she allowed it to fly, catching a nearby roof and sending them both soaring across Paris.

Was she really doing this? Was she really going out of her way to help her enemy? Well, she supposed she still felt some responsibility because they were supposed to be partners, but watch her luck – she was going to regret this.

Gosh she’d really like him to say something right now. Maybe she wouldn’t be thinking too hard on it, but he hadn’t said a word.

Landing firmly on the patisserie’s rooftop, she placed him in her lawn chair – alright, she might’ve dropped him in a bit more harshly than she meant - hands going to her hips as he gazed upon her in confusion.

“Listen here, Chat Noir. I know you helped the girl who lives here before and she’s pretty grateful. So stay here and maybe – just maybe – I can convince her to give you something to eat. If I’m going to claim your Miraculous, it’s going to be in a fair fight, understand?”

“What? You don’t need to--”

“You say that, but your stomach says otherwise.”

She noticed him flinch when she cut him off, but didn’t have time to ask what that was about. “Bug out, Kitty.”

She didn’t hear him scrambling to follow her as she leapt down and entered the building. Inside the bakery’s kitchen, she transformed back to Marinette, scowling because again, what was she doing? How ever troubled she was, Tikki was glowing.

“I’m proud of what you’re doing, Marinette.”

“Really? I think I might’ve done something wrong,” the girl replied with a groan. “I mean, I brought him back here to feed him. I’m sure if our positions were different…”

“He would likely do the same,” Tikki interrupted, hovering before Marinette’s face. “Even if he’s working with Hawkmoth, you know Chat Noir isn’t underhanded like him. Maybe he lets the akuma do what they must to get your attention, but he never directly harms civilians.”

That could be debatable, but Tikki was right. It wasn’t like Chat Noir was the one akumatizing people or giving them targets. Nor did he ever purposely make anyone fall under the abilities of some past akuma – and when they did fight, he didn’t try involving anyone to make her give up her Miraculous; Hawkmoth did. In fact, with him being on the side lines for many of their recent skirmishes, he seemed to observe with a mild grimace.

“… Maybe I could get him to open up about why he’s doing this,” she started softly. “Maybe, but if he finds out who I am, I don’t want him to feel like I deceived him.”

“When the time comes, you’ll do the right thing. I’m sure!” Tikki bumped against her cheek and Marinette giggled. In the back of her mind, she could only hope no reveal occurred anytime soon. It was time to get to the bottom of who Chat Noir was really.

“So, what shall we feed a hungry cat?”

#ml secret santa #mlsecretsanta2k18 #mlsecretsanta #miraculous ladybug #scribbling do #miraculous!au #ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #ladynoir #marichat #mentions of other friends #enemies!au #red-rose-draws #gifting #tikki

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diningpageantry · 5 years

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Nemesis

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16979847

Word Count: 2040

Summary: Simon and Baz work at opposing coffee shops with a little more than your typical rivalry against each other. (POV Simon)

Carry On Countdown 2018 Day 19: Coffee Shop AU

“Oh will you stop teasing each other? Fucking hell.” The toothbrush nearly falls from my hand, head spinning to look at Penny leaning against the doorframe. Part of me resists claiming that I’m not ‘teasing’ him; I’d just told her through a frothy mouthful that I’d written his name as ‘Bass’ again today, and now she has the bollocks to tell me that we’re flirting?

“We’re not flirting, Penn,” I mumble, taking the brush out for a moment before jabbing it back into my mouth and scrubbing. I’m looking in the mirror when she responds, only seeing the back of her head, but by her gesture I can tell she’s got some sort of feeling here.

She snorts, raising her hands in the air. “You said flirting, not me.”

I roll my eyes, scrubbing my mouth for a solid 15 more seconds before spitting out a mouthful of soft green foam and rinsing my mouth, turning to Penny and pointing a finger at her. “We are not flirting. He’s practically my nemesis; why the hell would I flirt with my nemesis?”

A loud snort comes from her throat. “I think nemesis is a tad of an over exaggeration. You work at opposing shops, it isn’t like he killed your first born.”

Twisting the cap off the mouthwash, I roll my eyes and let out a “not yet” under my breath. That deserves me a solid pinch on the arm.

And like that, she disappears into her room and leaves me here to sulk, staring into my eyes through the bathroom mirror, cheeks full of burning rinse. I gargle, then spit, eyes locked down on the drain as I flick the water back on and brush it over my lips, then splash it in a wave over my face. Once, twice, then grab a towel and pat myself dry.

I don’t know why I agreed to go to this party knowing that he’ll be there.

All six feet (and maybe a few odd inches), perfect hair, flawless cheekbones and eyebrows and bloody fucking eyes and pretty much the rest of his god awful face of him.

All his fucking sharp dressing, condescending, “I’m-Better-Than-You-Because-I-Shop-Local”, leather wearing, sports car driving, posh accent-having of him.

Basilton fucking Pitch is gonna waltz right up to the party, probably his fucking henchmen at his sides because that’s what they are; he’s practically a supervillain. If you caught Basilton Pitch in a dark room with a spotlight in a turned around armchair, I can nearly guarantee that it’d spin around with him stroking a white, longhaired cat and you’d be like “Well fuck, this is where he belongs”. Even the name sounds like he’s got a master plan to destroy you (or maybe just steal your fucking customers by guiltripping them into thinking that by going chain for anything is killing local businesses). I need tips, too, and not all of us have rich fathers at home who can pay for what benefits cover instead of shitty corporate options.

Standing in front of my mirror, I scan over my sad excuse for a party outfit. I feel like a fucking fool whenever I’m next to him. It’s probably because he wears ridiculous button downs that don’t even have breast pockets somehow while I stand next to him in a 1970s nike tee that I found in a thrift shop dollar bin.

I grab a hoodie as I step out of the bathroom, throwing it on while patting around for my wallet and phone.

It feels like Penny’s practically dragging me there. Honestly, I have no idea whose party this is; shit, all I know is that Baz is gonna be there. Even when I asked Penn, she was vague about every part of it. “Oh, the host’s someone I met in a baseline Business Writing course.” When I’d asked what the hell ‘business writing’ even entails, I ended up bored and tuned her out after hearing ‘grant writing’ and ‘sponsorship proposals’.

You’d think that a student who takes ‘Business Writing’ wouldn’t be so popular, but here we are, a crowded one bedroom, one bath flat ten minutes from campus filled with the reek of spilt beer and hot from people’s continuous breathing.

It takes me nearly five minutes to actually get to the alcohol, and once I get there, I just grab a beer and start chugging.

Add a few shots, maybe one more beer, then definitely another shot or two and I’m completely smashed, eating half a pizza slice in one bite as I sway to the music blasting on the speaker by my ankle. I think it’s Whitney Houston, or Kesha. I can’t remember.

And there he fucking is, across the room with his head leaned back against the wall all coolly. His hair’s knotted up in some bun, and his eyes are shut. You’d probably mistake him as sleeping upright, somehow in full fucking control of his body (honestly, wouldn’t put it past him), but instead he’s got a slight nodding to the music going. He’s got a drink in hand, mostly finished.

I don’t realize my feet have been taking me to him until I’m staring close enough that I can count the eyebrows on his forehead, then he snaps his eyes open to me. Immediately, his lips pull down into a snarl and his gaze narrows in on me. “Snow.”

My jaw hangs open as I squint at him and slur a “Basilton”, trying not to lean forward and topple myself over. My feet steady on the floor, a little too far apart for a normal pose, but I guess I could be preparing for a physical brawl.

He sticks his nose up at me, slowly raising his cup to his lips and sipping with unfair grace. As he pulls away, his lip’s shiny and dripping a tad. Clearly he's fucking pissed and didn’t catch the last drop . My first thought is to lick it up, but then I trickly try to snap away from it.

I want to ask myself why I'd want to lick that up, but that’s a loaded question and I don't think I can even think in “real” sentences right now.

“Who invited you?” I half taunt, raising my eyebrows to him. I’m trying to be intimidating, but it’s failing miserably. In return, he’s just making a deeply offended face and retorts back.

“It’s an open party; I had a class with Megan. And Dev fancies her.” His head tilts slowly to the side as he talks, eyes resting boldly on mine. He rarely seems to break eye contact, making me squirm under his intense gaze.

I snort, raising my eyebrows to him in a very Baz-manner to mock him. “Good thing you’ve got classes; can’t stay making shit lattes all your days.”

He just laughs back; shortly, all in my face (granted, we’re practically in breathing room). “At least I have a future beyond barista tips, Snow.”

“Funny, you talk all up about your fuckin… free… range… beans… then look at you, eh? Economics major, dickwad.”

“I’m no fucking capitalist,” he spits, sneering down at me. I think I’ve leaned closer, because I can see the close details of the recently shaved smoothness of his chin. “You work low wages for a large company without good benefits, you’re fucking bold.”

“I’ve got benefits! Loads!” I call out, waving my arms to the side. My beer sloshes in my hand, spilling a bit onto the carpet. I disregard it, feet stumbling forward. “I’ve got plenty of customers too, since they can read our fucking menu.”

He gasps this time. Genuinely, outright gasps in the meanest way I’ve ever heard anybody fucking gasp, staring at me and looking borderline hurt. “My cursive is exquisite, you uncultured heathen.”

I smile with my entire face, wrinkling my nose up at him. “I don’t scare away my customers though, mister big fuckin cranium! And see! I can speak in big fucking words, arsehole.”

Now he looks more confused than anything, squinting at me as his jaw hangs open and eyebrows knit together. He blinks, squinting further. “You… are quite possibly one of the most pea-brained people I’ve ever encountered,” he laughs square into my face. I think our noses are touching. “Do you think about the words as they leave your mouth? It’d be a goddamn miracle if they even went through any critical thinking process!”

“I’m fucking loveable,” I hit back, head swaying a bit as I talk (or maybe just tilting? Leaning? What the fuck is happening?) “Everyone thinks I’m a ball of fucking love, bitch.”

“You’re more than insufferable, that’s what you are,” he breathes into me.

Then, what feels like out of nowhere (or perhaps it isn't), I’m pushing him against the wall. His mouth’s against mine, and he tastes like the poorly mixed drinks he’s probably been downing all night. Vodka, spiced rum, sugary juices and lemon lime fizzy. I don’t think the taste matters much, though. I don’t think anything really matters much, frankly, because he’s currently spilling the rest of his drink down my back as he wraps his arms around my neck and hauls me closer. I couldn’t care less. I’m on my tiptoes, snogging the life out of him in the middle of this party (I want to take him home and see how he's look below me). He’s leaning down, kissing me back like I’m worth all the air in his lungs (seriously, I need him in my bed now.)

Seems like he’s got the same thought on his mind because the hand on my back keeps tugging my tee, taking fistfuls and just holding me towards him, not letting me go (I might not fully know what I’m doing, but I’m pretty sure it’s not a mistake).

It isn’t until Penny finds us, tugging my shoulder away from Baz and starting to pull me back from him. He lets out a whine, eyes wide as I’m dragged off and Penny shoves herself between us. “You are trashed,” she accuses, poking a finger at my chest before swivelling to Baz. “You are trashed too.” She glances between us then huffs. “Give me your phone.”

“Fuck you, Bunce, I was in the middle of something” Baz mumbles, dragging his phone out and slapping into her palm. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody with the balls to say that to her. Fuck it, I was that something was in the middle of, but she just looks like she has some sort of feeling (I don’t really know, she’s complicated and usually she says a lot of words that I don’t entirely get and the musics really loud and god I need to pee). While I'm struggling to figure out the situation with my lips not attached to Baz's, Penn types something into the phone and shoves it back into his hands.

“Dial his number in the morning. If you dare fucking ghost him, I'll show up to your flat with a knife and I'll make a handbag out of your skin,” she says flatly, grabbing me by my wrist and dragging me out as I’m complaining loudly. She doesn’t stop dragging me until we’re back to the flat.

After probably the best piss of my life, I find her waiting in the hall with her arms crossed, looking awfully pleased with herself.

I groan, rubbing my face as I practically stagger in place, giggling to the spinning motion of the room. “I wasn’t making a mistake, Penn,” I mumble, rubbing my face as my shoulder leans against the wall (it’s an awfully tight hallway).

“I know, Si,” she says, tutting as she opens my bedroom door for me. “Just get some sleep; you’re going to have to actually use your brain tomorrow and figure wherever the fuck that was..”

“I was snogging,” I mumble. “That's all.”

“With Baz?”

I shrug, smiling at the memory of his lips against mine. Penn just scoffs behind (beside?) me.

“You're gonna have to talk to him, Si.”

I groan again, this time much louder, hitting the pillow and nuzzling into it immediately. “Mmmm I hate that.”

“I know, I know. Goodnight, Simon.”

“Mmmhmm nighty nighttime, Penny.”

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True Love’s Kiss [Malec]

AU for 2x10 where Madzie’s magic does more to Alec than just pushing him into an elevator.

Just a thought I had after that episode because Madzie throwing Alec into the elevator to save him made me very happy.

It was over; walking through the Institute among the fallen bodies of Shadowhunter’s and Downworlder’s alike was something Magnus was sure he wasn’t going to soon forget. It reminded him far too much of when the Circle attacked all those years ago. Magnus kept an eye open for Clary, Simon and Jace but his real priory was Alexander.

His Alexander whom had been in the Institute when Valentine breached the wards. His Alexander who shouldn’t have even been in the Institute tonight, he should have been curled up in Magnus’ bed getting some well-deserved rest. However everything with Isabelle and Raphael had thrown that plan out the window and Magnus couldn’t leave Raphael, not until Isabelle came storming back in and Magnus knew he wouldn’t be seeing his Alexander tonight.

“I should have tracked him, why didn’t I make him come home?” Magnus muttered to him self as he searched the Shadowhunter’s faces as he went, praying none of them were Alexander’s.

“Magnus! Thank the Angel’s you’re alright!” Clary spotted Magnus and threw her arms around him, relief obvious in her face. Jace and Simon (who was somehow still alive) stood behind her both looking pale and concerned.

“I found Madzie and portaled out just before Valentine used the sword, she’s okay.” Magnus stroked Clary’s fire red hair as his eyes darted around before settling on where Jace had his hand cupping where his Parabatai rune was located.

“Tell me you have seen Alexander.” Magnus asked Jace when Clary moved back to Simon’s side.

“No, I’ve been looking but I can’t find him. He doesn’t feel like he’s hurt which is something I guess.” Jace muttered as he clutched his side, his obvious need for his Parabatai showing on his face.

“I can track him, I just need something of his.” Magnus decided he was tired of searching the faces of dead Shadowhunter’s to find his Alexander.

“Okay.” Jace nodded as he bolted from the control centre towards where the rooms were located. Magnus spotted Adlertree of all people helping a limping and pale Isabelle towards the rooms, their eyes met for a moment and Adlertree nodded curtly before turning away from Magnus’ knowing gaze. Magnus could feel his magic spark when it all clicked into place, Adlertree was the one to get Isabelle hooked on Yin Fey and Magnus steered his thoughts away from that. Right now he needed to find Alexander and the sooner the better.

“Here!” Jace pushed a long grey sweatshirt into Magnus hands and Magnus almost instantly relaxed as Alexander’s scent washed over him before he refocused and let his magic flow.

“He’s in the Institute.” Magnus said after a moment, his brows furrowing together in confusion.

“That’s not possible, I’ve been over every inch of this place and Alec’s not here.” Jace shook his head also looking very confused.

“Let’s try the security camera’s, start when the alarms went out.” Magnus strode over to one of the screens, Jace following him and he tapped at the screens before bringing up a security feed.

They watched as Alec and a small group of Shadowhunter’s headed towards one of the elevator’s, Alec telling the group to stand down when the doors opened and Madzie stepped out.

They watched as Alec approached Madzie, speaking a few words before the little Warlock held her hand up and Alec flew into a nearby elevator and the up arrow glowed.

“Did he come out on any other floor?” Magnus felt thankful that Madzie for some reason had saved Alexander because he knew what would have happened to him if he had stayed with his men. Jace scanned the feeds and his lips twisted into a confused frown.

“He didn’t, do you think he’s still in there?” Jace asked as he swiped the feeds closed.

“One way to find out!” Magnus called over his shoulder as he hurried towards the elevator, he waved his hands and let his magic pry open the doors.

“Oh Alexander.” Magnus murmured as he took in the sight before him.

Alexander was floating on his back in the middle of the elevator in a bubble of magic that sparked along his unconscious form. His face was peaceful in his magic induced slumber, his back slightly arched and his arms floating out to the sides.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jace whispered as he clutched the frame of the elevator, eyes pinned on his sleeping and floating Parabatai.

“I have an idea, but I need to ask just to be sure. In the meantime don’t let anyone touch him, we don’t know how he could react.” Magnus ordered and Jace nodded determined not to let anyone near his Parabatai. Magnus with one last look at Alexander’s floating form opened a portal back to Catarina’s.

“Magnus you’re back!” Madzie all but threw herself at the cat eyed Warlock who picked her up, placing her on his hip.

“Hi sweet pea, I’m actually here to ask you something important.” Magnus crooned at the little Warlock who tilted her head at him.

“When you where at the Institute, did you run into a very tall man with dark hair and a tattoo along his throat?” Magnus traced his own throat where Alec’s deflect rune was located and he blinked surprised at the way Madzie’s face lit up.

“I saved him! He was nice to me before, he likes my gills!” Madzie said as she tugged at her scarf with a small smile on her lips.

“I’m very proud of you for saving him Madzie, but the thing is sweet pea… He won’t wake up now, he’s encased in a bubble of magic, your magic.” Magnus said gently and Madzie hummed like she already knew that.

“I had to save him, I didn’t want him to get hurt I wanted him to stay safe and now he’s safe.” Madzie said proudly as she realized that her tall friend was important to her new cat eyed friend and she kept him safe.

“I’m very proud of you for keeping him safe, but I need him to wake up now.” Magnus felt his heart swell at the way Madzie was so happy with herself for keeping Alec safe.

“I can’t wake him up.” Madzie said as she played with her scarf absently.

“What do you mean sweet pea?” Magnus felt his heart drop as he did his best to remain calm on the outside.

“It’s like in the stories Nana read to me, only a prince can wake the sleeping princess.” Madzie giggled even as she made a face at the thought of the people kissing.

“True love’s kiss perhaps?” Magnus pressed trying to make sure which story she was talking about.

“It’s so cute even if kissing is yucky.” Madzie stuck out her tongue. Magnus quietly laughed as he sighed out in relief that he knew how to wake his Alexander up.

“I have to go wake my sleeping beauty right now sweet pea, but I’ll come back to visit and maybe I’ll even bring Alexander with me.” Magnus set Madzie on the ground and her face brightened up at the thought before she nodded happily, she hugged his legs before stepped back as Magnus formed a portal. Magnus blew a kiss at Madzie before he stepped back into the Institute.

“Did you find out what’s wrong with him?” Jace asked, not even once looking away from the floating form of his sleeping Parabatai.

“Madzie wanted to keep him safe and I have to say she did a good job with that, by keeping him here in this bubble he avoided all the fighting and the death.” Magnus held his hand up and smiled when his hand easily moved past the magical barrier.

“You have no idea how glad I am that he didn’t get hurt during this attack, but how do we wake him up?” Jace asked as he held his Parabatai rune even as Magnus entered the barrier completely.

“It seems Madzie is fond of the fairy tale ‘Sleeping Beauty’ and said only true love’s kiss can wake him up.” Magnus said as he ran his hand gently down Alec’s pale cheek.

“Good thing you’re here then.” Jace relaxed and Magnus looked at the blond with raised eyebrows.

“Alec loves you, you will be able to wake him up.” Jace said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Trust me, I can feel how he feels whenever you are around or hell even mentioned.”

Magnus turned back to look at Alec to hide the blush he was sure was appearing on his face. He stroked Alec’s cheek one more time before leaning down and pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s in a chaste kiss that he poured all his love for his Shadowhunter into.

Magnus held his breath when he pulled back and relaxed when Alec’s hazel eyes fluttered open and a soft smile pulled at his lips.

“Magnus?” Alec reached up to cup Magnus’ cheek.

“I’m here Alexander.” Magnus promised as he put his arms underneath his lover’s knees and across his shoulders as Madize’s magic disappeared letting Alec settle in his Warlock’s arms.

“I love you Magnus.” Alec said as he looked up at Magnus, the fear of losing Magnus when he heard that Valentine had breached the wards with the Soul Sword had been overwhelming.

“I love you too Alexander.” Magnus swooped down for another kiss, pushing back tears just so happy Alec was in his arms, safe and alive and in love with him.

#shadowhunters #Malec #Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood #Magnus Bane & Madzie #Alec Lightwood & Madzie #Alec Lightwood & Jace Wayland #Parabatai feels #Parabatai bond #sleeping beauty #true love's kiss #AU #ao3 #ao3 fic #FallenQueen2 #protective magnus bane #Alternate Universe - Sleeping Beauty Fusion

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im-living-a-charmed-life-blog · 7 years

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my roommate is a vampire??

Chapter 1

This is Chapter 2 of this Carry On AU where Simon has no idea that Baz is a vampire until he walks in on him the catacombs. (this one is super angsty but I hope you enjoy)

853 words, no warnings

The room was silent ever since Snow helped me get back to the Mummer’s House.

I really thought that he would’ve killed me as soon as he found out what I was, but all he did was gawk at me while pacing the room, hands raking his blond curls.

My heart was beating out of control. What is going to happen to me? What are I going to tell my father? What is Snow going to do?

I wonder what he is thinking.

I don't know what I am thinking.

Instead of turning Baz in to the Mage, I helped him sneak back up to our room. What am I doing? Baz is my enemy. He always has been. Nothing has changed except that now, I actually have proof that he is evil after all.

I looked to Baz again, biting my lip.

He didn’t look any different than he usually does. I couldn’t even see his cheeks sticking out from his long fangs. Maybe they retracted? Like a cat's nails? Baz looked completely normal (well, for Baz). His dark hair and arched widow’s peak still made him look like a 1980s hollywood vampire. I wonder if that was his idea of a joke.

“Snow,” Baz begged, “say something. Please.”

I frowned when he spoke and took a step back, “I- I, well, it’s just that you’re a- a,” my voice dropped to a whisper, “a vampire. I- I’ve been living with a vampire my whole life. You- you could’ve drained me. Every night I slept right next to you and you could have--”

Baz cut me off. “But I didn’t did I? I could have. I still can. But I didn’t. Doesn’t that say anything to you?”

“Should it?”

Baz just looked down in shame. I have never seen him look so embarrassed. I didn’t think he even had any feelings other than hatred.

There was a long pause before I worked up the courage to speak again.. “Baz, I--”

He looked up hopefully, as if I would say something that would redeem him from his vampirism.

“H- how did this happen to you?” Concern pulled my eyebrows.

Baz carefully stepped toward his side of the room and sat down on his bed. My eyes followed him but I remained standing near the door.

“I was six years old when the vampires attacked the nursery,” he began, hands twisting his button up shirt nervously. “You may recall that my mother was the headmistress of this school at the time and so, of course, when the attack happened, she rushed over to stop them.”

Baz inhaled shakily. “The school’s never been infiltrated before so there wasn’t really a plan or any big security for this kind of thing…”

As Baz continued the story, he stopped fidgeting and stared my straight in the eyes.

He gazed at me questionably, trying to figure out whether or not I was disgusted or drawn back by his backstory. But I was only saddened as he recalled the death of his mother, the disappointment of his father, and the repulsive behavior that he had for himself.

It was a long time before he approached the end.

The part where he woke up, alive back in his father’s mansion. Unhurt but changed. Turned.

“I still have the scar...on my neck. That was the one thing that never faded…”

When he was finished, I didn’t know what to say. I had never been good with words but now that Baz had emptied himself of all his secrets for me to see, I was speechless.

Baz continued softly. “Snow, I- I understand if this is a lot to process... and I know that we haven’t exactly been the best of friends these past years but--”

“You called me Simon before.”

This startled him. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” I took a few steps closer to where Baz sat. “In the catacombs. You called me Simon.”

Baz raised his chin at me. “Well, I- I’m sorry, Snow. I won’t do it again.”

I frowned. “No, no, I prefer it actually.”

The room was quiet again and my face burned.

“Okay, Simon,” Baz whispered. Tears were sprouting in his eyes.

I ran over to him and muffled him with a hug. “Baz, Baz no.”

He pulled me close and sobbed into my chest. I gently tried to smooth his hair down with my hands just like I imagined my mom would have done if she was around. “Shh. Baz, it’s okay.”

“Simon, I-- Please, please, don’t tell the Mage.” His words were muffled in my chest and he held onto me tightly, like he was afraid of me running away.

I looked down at his crying figure.

I never once considered Basilton my friend, but in this moment I couldn’t imagine ever not being there for him. Right now, I would have done anything to keep him safe. I tried not to think about where all these new feelings were coming from.

#whooo #im glad that i finally uploaded this #it took me way longer than i expected it to #carry on #rainbow rowell #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #fanfiction #snowbaz fanfiction #the rise and fall of Simon snow #snowbaz fanfic #mine #personal #angst

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villainsarebetter · 7 years

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Lost and Broken

Parent Fic: (Creature of the Black Lagoon AU) Rumpelstiltskin is a strange aquatic creature living a lonely existence on an isolated island and Belle, having been dragged to the middle of nowhere by Gaston looking for a hunting prize, is a young woman who catches his eye while swimming in his territory.

This Prompt Fill: Belle discovers some secrets that might have been best left forgotten.

Prompts: @Anonymous: Creature from the Black Lagoon!Rumple remembers his old life. @Anonymous: Black Lagoon Rumple--I have to know, was he originally a human who was experimented on, was he a chimera created in a lab, or are/were there other swamp people? If he was human, what happened? If he was lab created, were there other experiments? What happened to them? Did/does Rumple have family who miss him, whether other lab-grown creatures, a human family, or a creature family? (Also is Mulan the only other human in the expedition sympathetic to Belle and/or Rumple?)

The Creature was patient and compliant as Belle bandaged his side, standing still without so much as a whimper or flinch and allowing her to do as she wished with dusty gauze and half-full bottle of something that smelled sharply of alcohol. It was difficult to see with only the moonlight to guide her, although it was easier here than in the other room since all of the windows were long-broken in this one. There weren’t even any shattered shards attached to the frames anymore. They were simply empty.

Belle couldn’t help but notice that the skin beneath her hands was green and covered in scales, nothing like anything she’d ever felt before; rough on his back but transitioning to snake-like smoothness on her patient’s stomach. The only times she’d touched him for more than a few moments were last night and when he’d saved her life. She hadn’t had any time to register the difference in his skin either time. It wasn't so much unsettling as it was fascinating - her hands itched to explore further, to see what other textures and colors she could find, but her concern kept her on track tending to the Creature’s injury.

Once she was done, he sighed in relief and beckoned her away from the room full of broken debris, back down the hallway to the dim room that contained his nest. It was only when he stepped into the structure, knelt down, and started shifting the bits of vegetation and cloth around that she realized what he intended. It was late, it had been a long day, and as that fact finally sunk in, fatigue hit her hard.

The Creature was free. They were both safe. And Belle had no idea what she was going to do about her friends. Or ‘friends’. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to call them that anymore, thanks to their treatment of her new companion.

Belle was only slightly surprised when, once satisfied, he settled carefully onto his back, favoring his healing side. She was more surprised when he extended a beckoning hand towards her and cocked his head, obviously inviting her to join him.

Briefly, she wavered. If he’d been Gaston, she would have instantly suspected ulterior motives...but all the Creature seemed to want was to sleep. In the dim light, he looked more like a monster than ever - his eerie eyes were wide and dark, reflecting little light and reminding her of dark pits, while his skin was mottled dark grey and green and the scanty light reflected off of his sharp claws and fangs.

….But Belle knew better. Despite the inhuman traits picked out by the moonlight, he’d proven to be caring and respectful. It only took a moment of hesitation before her resolve firmed and she let him usher her into his nest. It was surprisingly soft, having been worn down with age, but she could feel the hard, unforgiving floor beneath the padding.

Exhaustion took hold before she could dwell on the many and varied reasons that being there was a bad idea and likely to cause problems for both of them. The Creature and Belle fell asleep lying next to each other in his nest.

Belle woke up stiff and sore with the irritating grimy sensation of dirt ingrained into her skin. Her clothes were wrinkled and scratchy and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling every bump and bruise complain. When she tried to roll over to get more comfortable, she ran into something warm and breathing that jumped at the contact.

Her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring straight into the brown and gold eyes of the Creature who was looking at her with a distinct deer-in-headlights stare from mere inches away. She was so close that she could pick out the shimmers of hazel, amber, and pale gold in the inhuman iris ringing the dark pupil.

She had accidentally rolled over on top of him.

Before her embarrassment could completely take control, she dredged up a smile for him and a quiet. “Good morning.”

He squeaked.

With as much grace as she could muster, she rolled back over and clambered to her feet, giving him the space to do the same. When she was composed, she turned to look at him, hoping her embarrassment wouldn’t be too obvious, only to find that he was wringing his hands and refusing to meet her eyes, badly hiding his own embarrassment.

It was endearing and Belle smiled fondly at the sight.

The hard floor had left kinks in her back and neck and she stretched as she turned away, trying to work out the stiffness. A few circuits around the room was not enough time for the Creature to overcome his embarrassment and Belle quickly grew tired of watching him pick nervously at his nest, refusing to respond to any soft questions or even meet Belle’s eyes.

“I’m going to take a look around, alright?” She finally offered, thinking to give him time alone as well as satisfy her curiosity about the unnerving building that the Creature called home.

She received a slight jerky nod in response, though he still did not turn to look at her.

The rooms and hallways were bathed in sunlight that shone in through the dirty and broken windows and Belle found that it was easy to find her way around. It was a small building with only half a dozen rooms, all leading off of the main hallway; the office that the Creature had chosen for his nest, two similar offices full of broken furniture and little else, two storage rooms, and the big laboratory from the previous night. The first storage room was lined with shelves that had once been full of chemical supplies (for cleaning, Belle assumed) which had been knocked down at some point in the past so that now the shelves were empty and floor was littered with ominously colored bottles of liquid that had long since lost their labels to the ravages of flooding. The second storeroom had a broken rusted lock on it, and inside she found four old fashioned walkie-talkies that had the word ‘Security’ painted on them in faded red paint. There were makeshift stands and slots set up to hold other items…but they were empty. Whoever had cleaned out the offices had also cleaned out that supply room.

The final room – the lab - was at the end of the hallway, opposite the boat shed where Belle and the Creature had entered, and it dominated the facility. On its own, it probably took up half of the entire building. Belle found her attention drawn to it despite already having seen it and shortly found herself staring at the gurney, the shattered tank, and the rusted counters and cabinets. The sight was even more disturbing in the daylight – it reminded her of something out of a horror story or from the island of Doctor Moreau.

Her curiosity quickly overcame her caution and she ventured inside, picking her way through the broken glass on the floor. Unlike the rest of the rooms, this one had not been cleaned out – it had been destroyed. Shredded, faded papers clumped around the room, unreadable and all but disintegrated with age, metal and plastic equipment lay haphazardly around the floor or shoved into cabinets at odd angles, every single pieces twisted, snapped, or shredded to the point where they were unrecognizable from their original functions. Belle found an entire drawer full of shattered glass and broken syringe tips, another full of knives and scalpel handles (the blades had been ripped off), and another full of plastic bags that had weathered the years better than anything else.

It was only on Belle’s third circuit of the lab that she made her most interesting discovery: wedged behind the cabinet furthest from the windows and door, in the shadows of the broken reptile tank and hidden from the sun, was a black notebook that had escaped the weather and the destruction. Belle managed to slip her fingers into its protected hiding place and ease it out into the light, turning it so that she could read the name on the cover.

Doctor Simon Zoso.

Belle froze and her eyes widened. Dr. Zoso. The strange man who had insisted on coming along on Gaston’s foolhardy hunting trip, who had in fact given them the location of this island, claiming that Gaston could achieve fame by hunting the island’s never-before-seen animal species. But he’d never shown any interest in Gaston’s kills once they were there, instead insisting that there was more to be found deeper in the forest. He’d been ecstatic when Gaston caught the Creature yesterday.

For more reasons than the novelty, it seemed.

Without any reservations, and bursting with curiosity, Belle turned the first page and began to read.

The Creature paused in tending to his bed when he heard Belle’s voice, tilting his head and turning it slightly so he could hear her better. He liked her voice. In fact, he could easily say that it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. But who was she talking to?

He pushed himself fully upright with a wince, waiting until his still-tender injury stopped throbbing before following the sound of the human’s voice down the hallway, towards the big room. He didn’t like the big room – it had things that could fix him, things he’d always known how to use, but he always felt like there was someone looking at him when he was in there. It made him uneasy. And when he left, he had to force himself not to run – as if there was something to escape from inside the empty room. Over the long time that he’d lived there, the instinct had dulled, but he still remembered what it had felt like back when the glass shards were still sharp on his feet and he hadn’t yet twisted the scary things until they didn’t look scary anymore.

What was Belle doing in there?

He paused in the doorway, cocking his head in confusion at the sight of her hunched over in the corner, reading out loud from a book he’d never seen before in the slow, measured way that she spoke when she wasn’t sure what something meant. The long words that tumbled from her mouth seemed to confuse her, no matter how hard she strained to understand them. However, with a start, the Creature realized that he knew exactly what they meant.

As Belle read the book out loud, engrossed by the writer’s account on a mystery specimen studied in the lab and ignorant to her companion’s presence at her back, the Creature found his unease growing with every word. Normally, he had trouble understanding Belle because he did not know about things she took to be common knowledge (though he was getting better under her patient tutelage), but this time he found he understood every single word. Even the ones that puzzled Belle, that she carefully enunciated to commit them to memory so she could look them up later, connected in his mind... the dark, shadowy part of his mind. The lost recesses of his memory, the time he knew he’d forgotten and did not particularly want to remember. Enough pain and anger filtered through the block to make him fear what was on the other side.

But as Dr. Simon Zoso’s dry commentary droned on with Belle as a vocal filter, the Creature could feel those shadows fading away – or, more accurately being driven away. The dull, lost emotions were becoming sharper and more personal while vague impressions of old memories were seeping through to influence how he saw his surroundings.

The dark room of glass and metal had always bothered him but never truly inspired fear in him, not since he’d woken up in its shattered confines with a horrible headache, cuts all over his body, and a mysteriously empty memory. He’d spent the next couple weeks curled up in the room that currently housed his nest, suspended in the welcoming embrace of gently shifting water which had filled the building almost to the ceiling. He’d been disappointed when it drained away and he’d had to venture out into the crocodile infested lagoons to submerge himself.

Now…the wall of shattered glass loomed, tall and intimidating, inspiring a surge of helpless anger and the impressions of dagger-like pain stabbing from the roots of his claws and cool, intact glass under the pads of his fingers and palms. The long-degraded and rusty cuffs attached to the central table shortened his breath in reflexive, baseless fear. Paranoia about what was contained in the rusty old cabinets lining the counter-walls haunted him – even though he knew from long years living down the hall that he’d twisted everything inside into non-scary shapes, the feeling remained that whatever was inside was not medical supplies but instead associated with pain and helplessness.

As the images – memories, he realized with horror, they were memories – became clearer, the Creature curled in on himself, making a quiet sound of distress that Belle did not notice through her single-minded focus. Her eyes were fixed on the pages of Zoso’s journal with the intensity she always showed when trying to puzzle out something she didn’t understand. For the past week, that had been the Creature and he’d preened under the attention and admired her determination.

Technically, he was still the subject of her interest, though maybe she didn’t realize it. There was no physical descriptions included in Zoso’s notes. Nor was there a name.

As Belle flipped quickly through the pages, skimming the oldest and least detailed notes to find the passages worth reading, the images came fast and hard to the Creature. Whatever barrier in his mind had been broken, the words she spoke now freely pulled from the shattered depths.

It was terrifying and unwelcome, but bearable – until she reached an account of a test that had happened on the gurney in the center of the room.

“The subject no longer willingly submits to our tests.” She read, mumbling the words rapidly, flush with the thrill of discovery. “We have been forced to use physical measures for restraint. Our budget does not allow for tranquilizers; however, Gorgon is certain he can handle it. There is no reason to make allowances for injury prevention – the subject has become remarkably durable to the point were significant pressure must be used to penetrate its skin with a scalpel.”

Every word that fell from her lips, no matter how muffled, dislodged bits and pieces of the past that stabbed at the Creature’s mind like broken glass. Here was the feeling of metal biting into his wrists. There was the sight of pale human skin running red with blood as scales burst through from beneath. Here was blunt teeth and the rawness of throat that meant he’d screamed himself silent. There was the sight of a human man – his father? - accepting a large stack of green bills and walking away. The cool smoothness of glass under his palms. The biting pain of claws emerging from his fingertips. The sound of generators. The taste of blood. The bite of a needle. Bile in his throat. Burning, glowing liquid. A rubber tube in his mouth. His own voice. Screams becoming whispers becoming silence.

Belle’s attention was focused entirely on making out the densely written words, much of them medical jargon, and attempting to make sense of what they were talking about. As he listened, the Creature leaned backwards until he was huddled against the doorway as far away from the painful words as possible. His clawed hands rose in distress – but instead of reaching for his ears, he clamped them tightly over his gills.

The pressure was an unfamiliar pain but the effect of his panic had an unexpected consequence – the dichotomy of gill and lung breathing diminished, allowing his vocal cords to flex for the first time in decades.

The voice that emerged was rough and garbled, but fully understandable.

S-sTOoo-oP!” His harsh cry instantly startled Belle from her research and she whirled in shock, dropping Zoso’s journal.

The sight to him arrested her instantly. “Did you say-?”

“No moRe! StOP!” He keened and then turned and fled, eyes wild. They were fixed on the water inside of the boathouse at the other end of the hallway. Escape.

By the time Belle came to her senses and surged after him, face twisting in realization, compassion, and worry, he was gone.

#Rumbelle fic #Monster Month #creature!fic #creature!Rumple #Creature of the Black Lagoon AU

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reaganwarren · 7 years

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A/N: This doesn’t have a tag or a title outside of character tags and the justiquill ship tag, but this is a continuation of that one night stand story. Continuing for “Gay Simon Blackquill Week.” Posting it early because I can. First part here: http://reaganwarren.tumblr.com/post/153196672780/an-i-love-my, second part here: http://reaganwarren.tumblr.com/post/155134212480/an-thought-i-forgot-about-that-au-where-simon. I also reference a comic I really like because as a prosecutor who studied psychology, if he’s worth a damn at the psyche stuff, he’d have Inside-Out figurines to help children he may or may not be interviewing for cases to help them communicate their feelings better. I just . . . can’t remember the url of the comic artist because my memory is shit.

A/N: EDIT: I FOUND THE COMIC! http://cprartsalot.tumblr.com/post/131546447070/blackquill-insists-that-they-are-merely here it is! @cprartsalot is the artist and I really liked the idea so yeah. pls support them and their art!

Apollo stepped out of the elevator and walked up to where he had been told Simon’s office was. He took a deep breath, then reached out and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came Simon’s gruff tone.

Apollo grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

Simon looked up, his eyebrows subtly furrowed, then he saw who it was. His eyes widened, his brow un-knitted, and he otherwise sat frozen in his chair. Taka turned his little bird head so he could get a better look at Apollo.

Apollo stood in silence, waiting for Simon to say something. But when he continued to not say anything, Apollo cleared his throat, hand tightening on the doorknob.

“Hi,” Apollo said.

“. . . Hello.”

“Are you busy?”

“N-no, not really. I’m not working on a case right now, at least.”

“Can we . . . talk, then?”

“Yes. Of course. Um, please, sit down,” Simon said, getting up and going to a smaller desk that was against the wall.

Apollo closed the door behind him and looked around the office. Samurai swords hung on one of the walls, and a Steel Samurai poster was pinned on the other side. On Simon’s desk were a couple photos and some little figurines from that Disney movie about the personified emotions. In the photos, there was a recent one of Simon and Athena and a much older photo of Simon before his imprisonment with Aura and Metis.

The table that Simon had gone over to held a traditional Japanese tea set with a much more modern water heater. Simon turned the water on to boil, then opened the tea leaf container. Apollo could smell it from where he sat. It did smell good....

But he didn’t think he’d be able to drink any of it. He was far too nervous.

Simon then returned to the desk. Taka sat on his perch, watching them closely. That wasn’t helping Apollo’s nerves, either.

“So, um,” Apollo started, finding it easier to look at Simon’s face since Simon . . . seemed unable to make his eyes lift up from staring at the desk top. “You . . . were the one to send that bouquet to the Wright Anything Agency, right?”

Simon nodded.

“I was.... I would have delivered them in person, but I didn’t want to compromise your working relationship with Athena....”

“No, no, you did good!” Apollo said, blanching at the idea of Athena learning about any of this. “I appreciate the discretion! Um - !”

Apollo cleared his throat, trying to pull himself together.

“So, um, did . . . did you ask the florist to make it however they wanted or . . . did you ask them to make it a specific way?” Apollo asked.

Simon seemed to have enough control over his speech to avoid stuttering or pauses in his speech. When he spoke, it was in full sentences, with no unintentional breaks.

“I know enough about flower arranging to know what types of flowers I needed to use to convey my apology....”

“. . . Then, um, the . . . the white lilies. I, uh . . . was told by someone that they mean . . . that they mean . . . .”

Simon turned a bright red.

The water started to bubble significantly more than before, and Simon took it as an opportunity to get up and fix the tea. He poured the water into the pot, then picked the tea tray up and brought it over to the desk. He set it on one side of the desk, closed and removed the laptop he had on the other end of the desk, then put the laptop into a drawer. He busied himself with the tea cups, though the tea itself would still need to seep for a few minutes.

“. . . You need not concern yourself with that. I mere want an opportunity to make it up to you.”

“. . . Prosecutor Blackquill, you keep talking about apologizing and . . . I don’t get what you mean. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I mean . . . it’s one thing for me to go around having one-night stands. I haven’t been a virgin in a long time.”

The word “virgin” made Simon seem all the smaller, which felt so . . . off and strange. He was used to the “Twisted Samurai” being a tall, menacing fixture in the courtroom.

The man before him was hunching over an empty tea cup, not lifting his eyes to meet his own.

“It’s a completely different situation for someone who hasn’t had sex ever to have a drunken one-night stand with their friend’s coworker. I mean, it could’ve been worse, but....”

“Please do not concern yourself with that. That’s my responsibility and my responsibility alone,” Simon said. “It wasn’t like you had known. On the other hand, I do remember quite a bit of that night, and I know that I took an experience that I had not rightfully earned.... Please allow me to make it up to you.”

“Um.... I’m not following.” Experience? Not rightfully earned? They were just drunk at a party and one thing led to another. What was he talking about?

This was supposed to be Apollo apologizing for being partially responsible for Simon’s first time being a drunken one-night stand when . . . apparently the prosecutor hadn’t been quite prepared for it. Or else this wouldn’t be this big of a deal.

It was just . . . so unnerving to watch Simon be so small in his own office.

He didn’t like looking at him and knowing he felt bad for something he had done with Apollo.... Something that Apollo had very much enjoyed.

“Will - will you go on a date with me?” Simon asked, finally lifting his head up.

“H-huh????”

Simon suddenly moved to pour the tea into the tea cups. Apollo just stared at him.

“The - the way these things are supposed to work is that people go out on dates, then learn to feel comfortable with each other, then have a mature conversation about expectations of the other, then move on to the - the sexual aspects, and - at the very least, let me take you out on a date. Please.”

Apollo stared at him, and Simon stared back.

Apollo took a deep breath. Then he sighed heavily.

“Just tell me one thing, okay?”

“Y-yes?”

“Did you . . . enjoy the night we had at least? This isn’t because it was terrible for you and you’re assuming it was terrible for me too?”

“Wh-what? No, no, it’s nothing like that! You were wonderful!”

Simon seemed to realize what he had said. He first moved to cover his face with his hands, then thought better of it, then didn’t know what to do with himself or his hands. He ended up grabbing the tea cup and taking a gulp of the hot liquid. He did not flinch, and when he set it down, he had an empty cup.

Well, damn.

“. . . Okay. I’ll go on a date with you. Dinner and a movie sound all right?” Apollo asked.

“. . . That sounds perfect, Justice-dono.”

“When I go out, I tend to pick one, and my date picks the other. Do you have a preference over picking the food or the movie?”

“. . . I’ll let you pick whichever you’d like to pick,” Simon said.

Well . . . that didn’t help much.

Apollo sighed again.

“Let me give it some thought and I’ll keep you posted... How does this Saturday evening look to you?”

“It’s open,” Simon said. “I’ll . . . I’ll pick you up?”

“Sure. I’ll give you my apartment address.”

Apollo looked for a piece of paper and a pen, and Simon quickly produced it for him. Simon drank more tea while he watched Apollo write down his information.

“I’ll see you Saturday then. I kinda have to get back, but . . . thanks for the tea, anyway,” Apollo said, standing up.

Simon stood up as well.

“Thank you . . . for coming by,” Simon said, meeting Apollo’s eyes once more.

Apollo was the one to have a hard time meeting Simon’s this time.

Apollo left quickly, starting out at a walk, but by the time he reached the elevator, he had broken into a run. He actually chose to take the stairs instead.

His thoughts were moving too fast, and he was worried if his body didn’t go just as fast that he would start having a panic attack.

He may have had two boyfriends, but he really didn’t do the whole dating thing. He didn’t . . . do the romance thing well. This just . . . didn’t feel like it was going to go well, and what if it didn’t make Simon feel better, what if this ruined what little positive relationship they had had beforehand?

And all because Apollo’s idea of a good time was casual sex and going about his business as usual.

But he did remember what Simon had said. ‘You were wonderful.’

Apollo blushed. Well . . . at least he had had fun. Even if the man wasn’t allowing himself to just . . . enjoy what it had been.

#ace attorney #simon blackquill #apollo justice #justiquill

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wordsablaze · 7 years

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Thirty: Win Some, Lose Some

A Month Of Kaider Just some fairly long daily drabbles for the life of AU Cinder and Kai… A Kaider tale. Enjoy!

Warning: knives, blood, character death.

Cinder can feel her anger.

She can feel it burning in her bones, spurring her on as she marches through the stone building.

She's by herself, having all but ordered Thorne and Cress to go and find out about the others.

She's not sure exactly why she'd done that. She'd like to think it was because she'd wanted to protect her friends, but she knows that there's been this desire to face Simone by herself, to win with her own strength rather than the strength of her friends.

With every step she takes, with each solid thud of her boots on the stone floor, she can feel her anger spiralling louder and angrier until it's all that she can see, all that she can hear, all that she can feel.

And it only gets worse.

It gets worse because, instead of finding Kai or facing Simone, she's met with Levana's cold gaze.

"Selene?" Levana sounds outraged.

"I'm still alive," Cinder says plainly, a smirk playing on her lips.

Levana stiffens. "So I've noticed."

"Where's Kai?" Cinder asks briskly.

Levana raises a perfect eyebrow into a perfect arch. "Why would I tell you?"

Cinder grits her teeth, looking past Levana's sneer and scanning the room for any piece of information that might be remotely useful for finding the one she seeks.

"Look at me." Levana's usually sickeningly sweet voice is dark, laced with frustration and a hint of desperation.

Cinder only ignores her, knowing that Levana is fake.

She's not fake in the sense that she might vanish if you blink, but she's a different kind of fake where she puts on so many different faces and facades that nobody can tell who she truly is and so her daily routine poses the question: if you're never the same person twice, are you really real at all?

Cinder doesn't think so.

So she pays little attention to her Aunt, instead looking for a way to get to Kai.

Success.

On the back wall, a door, hidden by camouflage, as if waiting to be spotted.

Levana steps in front of it, filling Cinder's line of vision and blocking her path to Kai.

"I wouldn't disturb the newly wedded couple, it's bad luck."

"Bad luck doesn't work on those who don't believe it exists," Cinder hisses.

Levana only smiles.

But that smile, the smile that's constantly mirrored on Simone's face, sparks a reminder inside Cinder's brain.

It's funny how memory works, coming and going as it pleases, taking cherished moments and handing back old ones that you'd long since left behind.

And, in that second, Cinder's memory decides to rope back a recent event: a boy, from the back of a classroom, suggesting that she ask about Simone's father.

Cinder smirks. "Who's Simone's father?"

Levana's breath hitches halfway into its exhale and she narrows her eyes. "What?"

"Who is her other parent?" Cinder asks slowly, folding her arms as silence rings in the air.

Levana doesn't reply for a few seconds, then shakes her head. "Why does it matter?"

"You tell me," Cinder orders instead of replying.

Levana frowns again and Cinder can't help but think she looks a lot more peaceful when she's frowning, the action natural and genuine as opposed to her usual smirk, a clearly synthetic gesture designed to fear and intimidate, hiding what she really thinks.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Cinder shrugs. "Why not?"

"Because then you'd understand why both you and Simone are infatuated with that boy."

Cinder pauses, her resolve wavering as she considers Levana's words.

Levana strides forwards, her smirk widening and her malice growing, and Cinder steps back, not out of fear but out of confusion as she tries to untwist the messy truth she's been handed.

"Who is her father?" Cinder asks again, so much more confused now than she was before.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Levana's voice is soft but dark, menacing.

"Obviously, that's why I asked."

Cinder wants to sound flippant and sarcastic and in control but her voice wavers and she can't make herself loud because there's too may possible explanations running around her mind.

And then Levana whispers a name.

A single name.

A name that causes Cinder's heart to shiver and her mind to freeze and her blood to turn to ice.

Because it's a name she's all too familiar with. Because it's a name she's been hearing her whole life and still sometimes hers even today. Because she's grown up stumbling over the letters in that name, laughing at the meaning that name holds.

Because it's the name of her father.

She shakes her head. "No."

But Levana isn't lying, she's not warping the facts, and she's not trying to manipulate anyone. For once, she's telling the truth, plain and clear, and Cinder wishes that she wasn't.

She doesn't want it to be true.

But it is.

And Cinder is forced to stumble back as the truth dawns on her, and it's not soft and pastel like the sunrise, it's harsh and bitter and raw and full of words she wants to give back and throw at the universe, or perhaps a black hole, and never see again.

It's only now that she wonders if that boy was trying to help her or not.

"Do you understand now, Selene?" Levana questions. "You are my step-daughter."

"I'm not your daughter." Cinder shakes her head, clenching her fists.

Levana laughs then, a shadowed sound, and smiles. "You do not get to choose your family."

Those words are Levana's mistake.

Until recently, Cinder had believed those words to be fact, but now she knows better, and now she knows that Levana might tell some truth but she certainly doesn't always stay away from blatantly lying to get her way.

So Cinder shakes herself out of Levana's words and folds her arms, stepping forwards again to regain her status.

"You can't tell me that you think this is right."

Levana cocks her head, apparently confused.

"You can't tell me you think it's right to force someone into marriage."

Cinder shakes her head as Levana shrugs, and she starts to march forwards, so she doesn't notice the blade until it's brushed against her skin and lured the liquid rubies from inside her veins to the surface.

It's not a deep cut and it's definitely not worse than her other injuries but it's still an inevitable shock, like the way people can ignore a stab wound if they don't see it happening but they'll scream their heads off at the smallest papercut.

She winces, stepping back.

There's a grin on Levana's face that should never be on anyone's face, that shouldn't even exist at all.

But Cinder laughs.

She's so buzzed with alredaline that she ignores the sting of metal on her skin and snatches the offending object away from her Aunt to use as her own weapon.

Surprise is not an emotion Levana wants stories associate with herself but she can't help when it flickers on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Cinder just chuckles. "Did you really think any force on earth could stop me from fighting to find my boyfriend?"

Guilt is not an emotion that Cinder feels when she pushes the cusp of the knife into Levana's arm. It's almost surreal how easily she manages to complete the action, watching as Levana's features twist into a grimace and small beads of crimson start to gather at the new opening in her skin like prisoners escaping from their cell or water escaping from a dam.

She pulls the blade from Levana's arm and lets her stagger back, clutching her arm and cursing at Cinder.

Cinder just walks towards the door, smiling as it slides open with ease, courtesy of Cress, with a touch of WiFi, and she slams it closed behind her before she carries on down the hallway.

She's turned three corners before she hears the familiar tone of Kai's voice, his soft, muffled words filling her mind with how loud they echo inside her ears.

It's not hard to open an unlocked door.

Cinder's breath misses a beat as she walks into the room.

She can see the back of Simone's obnoxiously bright white wedding dress but the colourless fabric is strained with smudges of red that can't be anything other than blood.

She growls as she sees Kai standing in front of the wall, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathes heavily.

The two of them don't notice her at first, as she expects from those who are in the middle of a fight, but Kai's eyes widen and Simone freezes before she can deal her next punch, spinning round faster than should be possible in wedding attire.

"How are you still alive?" Simone hisses.

Despite the threat in her voice, Cinder's not paying attention because she's just noticed that Kai's continuously shifting his arms behind his back, and that he's not standing like that by choice, but rather, because his hands are handcuffed together.

"I never pegged you as someone to start a fight with an unfair advantage." Cinder raises an eyebrow.

Simone glares at her. "It's not unfair."

Kai scoffs behind them, "Exactly how was it not an unfair fight?"

Cinder doesn't know what she's doing until she's shoved Simone aside and placed herself in front of Kai, a protective scowl written on her face as firmly as the stars against the night sky.

Simone puts her hands on her hips and matches Cinder's scowl. "Why are you here?"

"My boyfriend is here."

"He's not your boyfriend," Simone says.

Again, Kai scoffs, "Speak for yourself."

She knows he wants to lace their fingers together but, since that isn't an option, he keeps his arm pressed against hers, his warmth feeding her strength and his presence acting as a comfort.

"Hey, Empress," Kai whispers, his breath brushing her neck.

She smiles. "Hey, Emperor."

Simone rolls her eyes but there's a hint of something else in her eyes, a sort of jealously that's born from sadness and regret rather than aggression and greed.

"Back off, Simone," Cinder practically growls.

"Why? He's married to me."

"Again, that was hardly my choice," Kai says. "I'm sure you're well aware of that fact."

Cinder bites her lip but, before she can even think about telling Simone that they're related in a way very different to what they'd thought, Kai steps forwards.

He steps right in front of her and Cinder suddenly has the urge to kiss Wolf because she remembers the handcuff keys he'd given her.

As she's working on unlocking the cuffs as subtly as she can, Kai starts to talk.

"Has she told you yet?" he asks Simone.

Simone frowns at him. "Told me what?"

"Has she told you what Cinder is to you?" Kai asks.

Cinder could swear her blood runs cold at the thought of Kai knowing Levana's secret. But she's not really surprised, knowing that Kai may seem oblivious but he's actually very resourceful.

Simone just looks baffled. "What? She's nothing to me."

As she says that, Cinder's done with his cuffs.

Kai rolls his wrists before entwining one hand into hers, the other raking itself through his hair, a small habit that he can never seem to shake, no matter how tough of an exterior he forges for himself.

"What are you two hiding?" Simone hisses, her voice leaking frustration.

"We don't have much in common," Cinder says. "but we do have the same father."

Simone takes a few seconds to process the information before she shakes her head. "You're lying."

"We're not," Kai assures her.

Cinder knows Simone will believe Kai because he has this natural air of innocence around him that makes you want to trust him, makes you want to spill your secrets to him, makes you want to listen to everything he has to tell you.

And so Levana's secret is revealed.

But Simone doesn't take the news as calmly as Cinder had. She screams and tugs at her hair and lets loose a torrent of curses aimed at anything she can see, before launching herself forwards.

Cinder doesn't think before throwing the knife forwards.

The piece of glass Simone had planned to stab Kai with creates a cut from below his collarbone to the back of his neck but doesn't penetrate his skin, and he's still alive when he stumbles, his back hitting Cinder's chest.

Cinder puts her arms around him, kissing his shoulders because he's alive and Simone was planning to kill him but he's still breathing and it's okay because he's fine.

A strangled scream leaves Simone's lips as her knees buckle and her body crumples, sobs escaping her as she falls to the ground.

Kai gasps, slipping out of Cinder's hold as he kneels beside her.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispers softly.

Even if there is an odd sort of relief within her, she can't help feeling remorse for the girl, for her sister.

"You're the best," she says to Kai before her eyelids flutter and she moans, her skin paling when she curls up and her breathing deepening as she slips into unconsciousness.

Kai whispers something before softly kissing her forehead and Cinder squeezes her hand.

"I'm sorry," Cinder mumbles sadly.

Kai squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. "This wasn't fair either."

Cinder nods because she doesn't know what else to do.

The two of them leave the bride lying on the floor, their fingers intertwined as they walk out of the door.

It's both sad and happy and Cinder decides that emotion is a spectrum rather than a set of options. Emotions are like colours, all individual but with endless shades and merged colours and multitudes of combinations that mix them all together.

Cinder tightens her grip on Kai.

He's her anchor.

And he's alive.

That's all that matters.

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