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whereismyhat5678 · 2 months

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So……It’s been a bit and since the time I posted that post….I’ve been sorta thinking of this comment

And for shits and giggles. I answered it 💀

(Tw: Suggestive, and btw guys I’m so sorry you put up with my shit- 😭)

Listen I couldn’t answer it any other way ALRIGHT-

#Tw: Suggestive #Pizza Tower #ANTONBLAST #ANTONBALL #I can’t believe I have this on my tablet what is wrong with me #BUT it does answer the question. Technically-#I REALLY hope none of y’all are uncomfortable #If you are please tell me and I’ll take this done 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️#But yeah so uh-….Have some daily dose of ✨gay✨#Peppino x Anton x Gustavo #They’re poly and we love them for that 🫶🫶💗💗#Anton #Peppino #Gustavo

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romkive · 11 months

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Hey lovely! Can I request some date hcs for rook, idia and lilia? Like where they'd take you and what their favorite date activities are? Thank you and love you bunches!!! <3

omg of course! Anything for you pookie <3

ROOK, IDIA AND LILIA DATE HEADCANNONS

tags : fluff, gender neutral reader

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Rook

Rook, for me, seems like the type of man who would prefer for you to choose the date location since he wants to see the places that “bring out your inner beauty, mon cheri!” But don’t get him wrong, he would be so happy if you ask him to be the one to decide the place and the activities . I still believe that he would choose something according to the vibe you give him.

If you prefer more relaxed dates, Rook would suggest going to a gallery or a botanical garden. He would find enjoyment in looking together at the exhibits and to either explain them to you and vice versa. He would also bring a camera with him to take photos of the exhibits and of course you, it brings him so much happiness. Be sure that he would praise your beauty among the paintings/flowers for eons but just know that everything he says it’s completely true. He also seems the type of person to try to find a painting/flower that would resemble you and immediately show it to you. Please do the same for him, Rook will be overjoyed.

“Mon étoile, this painting reminds me of you. The way their eyes look like they are shining from love is magnificent and their lips curving into a coy smil- wait did you say that painting reminds you more of me? Oh! Hahaha you little trickster….you have no idea how much that fills me with joy, thank you..”

On the other hand, if you like to do something fun for your date, he would definitely suggest paintball! Don’t worry, he would go easy on you , after all he wants both of you to enjoy the date. And seeing your determined and concentrated face upon close makes Rook more lovestruck by the second. Also if you are inexperienced with paintball, be sure that he will leave everything to go help you out, no matter the team you guys are!

“That’s it, raise it just a little higher so you will hit him right across his protective vest, we don’t want our dear company to be hurt after the game. That’s it, you are doing great. Eh? I am a little bit too close? So sorry mon cheri, it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable..Heh? You didn’t mind it? Oh…then you wouldn’t mind if I got a little closer, right?”

Idia

First of all, I have to applaud you for getting him out of his room to go on a date with you. We all know that Idia is extremely shy to go out but with the help of his no.1 wingman, aka Ortho, he will definitely grow some courage and mayyybeee leave his tablet behind. Okay maybe not. But still Idia wants to choose a date spot that you will love and at the same time both of you feel comfortable with, so a very cozy date is his way to go.

Since he would feel bad if you stayed inside for the whole duration of the date, one of his most creative suggestions was a Board Game Shop date. As a member of the Board Game Club, I feel he would have a grasp on what type of games you will find fun . Also this is a good way for him to see what your preferences are and he loves it when you come up to him and excitedly tell him about a game you found that you want to play together. Little do you know that that’s exactly what he wants to do. So when you are not looking, he goes and buys the game that you were most excited about. On the way home he has a warm smile on his face when he hears you being overjoyed that he bought a game for both.

“When we reach home, do you want to play it together? It will be fine if you can’t, I completely understand if you are busy. HUHH? YOU-YOU CANCELED EVERYTHING TODAY SO WE CAN SPENT THE DAY TOGETHER? Why did you… fine fine sorry… and thank you.”

If Idia is in a more confident mood, rare I know, he would suggest going to a cat cafe. Probably when the cafe opens so few people would be around. But that doesn’t make it any less special. The way Idia’s eyes lit up when he was around those cute little cats and you was unmatched. The way his hair was up in a bun ,so the kittens wouldn’t be burned, was so adorable even though the kittens had something else in mind. They would flock around his hair due to the warmth and the lighting and would play around like moths on a light pole. Idia even though he was worried for the kittens, he couldn’t help laugh when they were attacking him at all fronts. Please take a lot of pictures and videos for him, he would be so touched his hair will turn pink.

“Look at all those kittens! OMG they are so adorable, I wanna take them all home and just cuddle them up and take so many pict- h-hey why are you smiling like that? You think I-I am more ad-adorable? Well you are totally wrong cause that is you. I said nothing!”

Lilia

Lilia seems the most knowledgeable about dates from the other two due to him living for so many years but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy them anymore. On the contrary, he feels so warm inside when you propose to go on a date with him. Silver would be a little baffled seeing his dad so happy but the moment he realizes why, he is supportive. With a little persuasion, Malleus, Silver and Sebek would convince him to not do a dinner date cause “It’s more fun if you have a change of scenery” but thankfully Lilia had more ideas in store,

Unfortunately for you, one of them was a picnic. No matter how hard they tried to force Lilia out of the kitchen, Lilia did manage to make some stuff for both of you to eat. If we put aside his inability to cook, he strongly believes that food is a form of love, so his strong feelings will show if he makes something with a strong taste no? Thank Silver and Sebek afterwards for packing some fruits too. But nevertheless, the date is super fun, doing cloud gazing together, picking flowers and just overall sharing stories.

“So little one, I packed some sandwiches and some tarts for us to eat, all made by me of course. Huh? You want to eat later? My, my, can I ask why? Oh you wanna explore the area first? Of course everything for a person as lovely as you are…”

If you are a music lover like him, make sure that he will recommend both of you to go to a concert. It doesn’t matter if the band is popular or not, if he knows them or not or if they fit his style, he just wants to hang out with you. He is happy to follow you anywhere and he is open to new experiences. Also during the concert he will make sure that everything is alright and he will make sure that you will enjoy it wholeheartedly. The moment a love song plays, make sure to check on him because his eyes are definitely not on the stage anymore.

“Uhm sorry sorry, didn’t mean to stare, it’s just….hahahaha how awful of me to just stare at you like that, forgive me, dearest. It’s just…oh I hate repeating myself. The truth is you are much more interesting to look at, I just wanna look at your smile forever, will you forgive me for that?”

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qrrieterisunnq · 4 days

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Hi i think sweet creature with nico would be so🥹🥹🥹 (my favourite hs song and fav player)

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you'll like it! Not the best one I wrote!🤍

It’s already 1 am, and you’re lying on your couch, tv playing quietly in the background as you’re waiting for your husband to come home after his game. He was supposed to be home three hours ago, right after his post-game interviews.

Your daughter is already asleep in her crib, after an hour of trying to get her to sleep. The whole time she was crying, wanting his daddy to give her a goodnight kiss. You know how much she loves Nico, so it was really hard to explain to her, that daddy is still working, and he’ll give her a goodnight kiss as soon as he comes back. After you promised her that, for the fourth time, she finally gave in and fell asleep.

Your relationship with Nico has been on the wrong path for a while now. You had been arguing for a few months now. It would start with small stupid arguments, but they would graduate to much worse ones. The worst thing is that your daughter is always a witness to them.

It started at the beginning of the season, the devils had such a great start, winning a lot of games, which led to Nico spending his nights in a bar with his team. He was coming home late and leaving early for morning practices. You were used to it, but your daughter wasn’t she is only a year old and is really attached to Nico. She loves him so much which is starting to be the topic of most of your arguments now. You hate he barely sees her, and when he’s at home, it's only for a few hours or for him to get some sleep.

A loud bang on the door pulls you from your thoughts. You straighten yourself, waiting for something to happen. You hear the jiggling of the keys assuming it’s Nico, you stand up and walk over to the door to open them.

You’re met with Nico’s large figure. He stumbles into the apartment cursing when he hits the shoe cabinet, causing all the fall on the ground. You let out a breath, pushing him further into the apartment as you drop down on your knees to put the shoes back in the cabinet. Your head whips in the direction of your living room when you hear a loud band.

Be quiet! Peach is sleeping!” you whisper loudly as you enter the kitchen. “Where were you?” you ask him when you return with water and Advil tablet. “Peach wanted a kiss from you.”

Nico just stares at her blankly, an annoyed look on his face. Y/n let out a sigh shaking her head. “I asked you where you were so late. You were supposed to be at home three hours ago. So where were y-“ Y/n is cut off by Nico’s voice.

“Stop asking me stupid questions!” he snaps at her, his voice full of venom, he stands from his sitting position, hovering over y/n small frame. “You’re acting like a jealous whore!” he yells at her. Y/n’s eyes were well with tears at the hurtful words. She can’t believe he really says this to her, especially when he knows how hard she’s trying to not be one of the wives that has to have control over their husbands.

Before Nico can say anything the noise of their crying daughter interrupts him, noticing the tears in his wife’s eyes. Y/n shakes her head quickly making her way in their daughter room, with Nico hot at her tail, with regrets written all over his face.

“I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to.” He let out a sigh, his eyes locked on his wife and their daughter in her arms. “Dada.” Peach mumble as soon as she sees her dad standing next to her. She turns in Y/n’s arms making a grabby hands on her dad. With a small smile, he takes her from y/n’s hold pressing her to his chest, placing a chaste kiss on her chubby cheek.

“Hello my beautiful babygirl.” He whispers, tears in his eyes, as he slowly realizes what an awful father he has been to her. And even more awful husband to y/n.

“Dada.” Nico looks up at y/n, his eyes full of tears, some of them already rolling down his cheeks.

“Y/n I’m so pucking sorry. I, uhm, I know I’ve been acting weirdly and being distant. I don’t really deserve you two, but puck! I love you and I swear I’ll do better. It’s just too much on me, and I don’t know how to handle everything.” You have to smile at his “puck” instead of “fuck”.

“I know, I love you too, Nico. But you have to communicate with me more, okay.” You let out a sigh, walking closer to him to give him a side hug.

“Yeah, I will. I promise.” He nods his head, kissing the side of her head. His eyes closed at the feeling of being in his love's presence.

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fic #nico hischier imagine #nh13 #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nj devils #rez speaks ✨️#rez's 200 celly

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this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms · 1 year

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You were by the nurse’s station, tablet in hand as you read over one of your patient’s chart. They were already doing so much better since you had first seen them. The moment you touched them, their injuries disappeared and they started healing from the inside. Another day and they’d be well enough to go home and finish their healing there. It made you smile to yourself, once again grateful for your abilities.

“Dr. {Last Name}?” a voice called out from behind you.

You turned around, coming face-to-face with two men you’d never seen before. One was taller than the other, giving you a soft smile as if to appear nonthreatening. The other did the same, except his was wider and more friendly.

“Yes? What can I do for you?” you asked.

“My name is Barry Allen with CCPD’s CSI and this is my colleague, Cisco Ramon. Could we talk in private?” the tall one named Barry asked.

“Sure, we can talk in my office,” you told them before beginning to walk away from the nurse’s station.

You led them down the halls of the hospital towards a small room that was your office. You opened the door and let them go in first, entering yourself once they were inside and closing the door behind you. When the door was shut, you turned to look back at them, wondering what the CSI division needed with you.

“We’re here because you were attacked a week ago, by Goldface’s men,” Barry explained.

You stood still at the mention of Goldface, for a second reliving the night you were attacked. You were walking home from your shift at the hospital when they came out of nowhere. You didn’t know what they wanted with you at first but three of his men were holding you a knife point. Their intent was to kidnap you and they would have, if it hadn’t been for The Flash saving you.

“What about them?” you asked.

“We need to know why they attacked you that night. We think it might be related to a case we’re working on,” Cisco told you.

You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating on what you should say. There was a reason you were attacked, they had planned to kidnap you for your abilities. How they found out about them was beyond you but they knew you were a meta with healing powers. A meta like you was worth millions on the black market and their every intent was to sell you to the highest bidder.

“I-I don’t know, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m sorry, I don’t think my situation is related,” you lied.

You saw Barry’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, fully knowing he didn’t believe you. You didn’t want to be involved in this, you got lucky that night and you wanted it to stay that way.

“We can help you, we’ll make sure he and his men won’t hurt you again,” Barry said, hoping to ease your worries and encourage you to speak.

You were quiet again, but something about him told you you could trust him. He felt familiar somehow. “They wanted me for my abilities. I’m a meta-human with healing powers. I don’t know how they found out, the only time I ever use my powers is here at the hospital.”

Neither of them spoke but they shared a look between each other that told you everything. They weren’t shocked about what you told them so you could only assume they had already known.

“You need to come with us. We can keep you safe until we know his men won’t be after you again,” Cisco said.

“I’m sorry I can’t. I have patients here who need me, I can’t just leave them,” you argued.

“Dr. {Last Name}, please come with us. We want to ensure your safety so your patients can continue to have a doctor like you,” Barry spoke this time.

You furrowed your brows this time, thinking about his words before ultimately nodding your head in agreement. He was right, in order for you to keep treating people as you were, you needed to be safe first. After you agreed, they told you they’d be back after your shift was over, giving you the chance to finish your day and pass your patients to someone else in the mean time.

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projectcaramel · 2 years

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He Finds Fanfic Of Himself You Saved - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

You can feel yourself burning up as you look at Lucifer’s figure, curiously scrolling through the fanfiction you’d left open on your trip to the bathroom.

“Lucifer!” you call, and the eldest demon brother barely flinches as he turns his eyes away from the fanfiction you’d been reading to direct them towards you instead. “Is that your D.D.D.? No, I don’t think it is, so return it.” You hold out your hand, and, blissfully, he returns it without a word. You ache to ask him what on earth is going through his head, but at the same time, you really don’t want to know.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that we’re planning on taking a day trip to Arcadia Park in a few days. Afraid my curiosity overtook me when I saw my name.” He smirks, and you nervously swallow as he steps forward. “Don’t look so anxious. I already knew that you had a crush on me.” Inexplicably, you have the strong feeling that he’s lying. “I don’t particularly care what you read in your free time, but,” He pulls you close, his eyes dancing with a sadistic mischief. “If you want me to do all those things, then ask me. And yes,” he chuckles. “That does include your NSFW collection.”

“Wha— I was only gone for a few minutes! How did you—”

“I read very quickly,” he says sweetly, giving you a lasting squeeze with his arm before he leaves you, alone and flustered, in your room.

Mammon

“Er... Mammon, whatcha got there?” you ask the avatar of greed, and he quickly hides your tablet behind his back as he turns towards you, his fingers noticeably tightening on his drink.

“A smoothie?” he says, pointedly avoiding your eyes. “Wh-What’s that look for? I didn’ do nothin’ wrong!”

“Mammon,” you sigh. “Were you going to sell my tablet?”

“O’course not!” he protests, although his embarrassed flush betrays him as he scratches the back of his head.

“You saw the fanfictions, didn’t you?”

“W-Well, it’s only natural that you would fawn over the Great Mammon!” he replies, scratching his cheek. “Of c-course you have a few fanfics of me saved on your account!” Although he’s putting on airs, you can’t help but feel that he’s actually touched—maybe that’s because his ears are flushed and he seems even happier than usual. Adorable tsundere idiot.

“Just give me my tablet back,” you request, holding out your hand, and he hesitates before he says:

“Hey, your wish is my command, baby.” He just... You find yourself laughing as you take your tablet back, even as Mammon protests, getting flustered. He quoted one of the fanfics in your library, and while he said it boldly and flawlessly, you can’t help yourself. “I swear to... stop laughin’!”

“Mammon, c’mere,” you chuckle, and you kiss his cheek. “I’m looking forward to other lines you want to imitate.”

Levi

Levi has been acting strangely for weeks, being weirdly sensitive to anything you say and frequently jumping whenever you do anything—including simple things like walking into his room asking if you can play one of his games. Frankly, it’s been getting on your nerves.

So, you finally ask Levi what on Earth his problem is.

“Well... it’s... um... Do you want to see my new body pillow?”

“Out with it, Levi,” you interrupt impatiently as he looks frantically for something else to distract you. “And don’t avoid the topic.” Levi finally looks back at you and lets out a disgruntled sigh.

“...Sorry, it’s just... I couldn’t believe it when I saw... in your browsing history...”

“Wait, wait, you went into my browsing history?”

“I know, I know!” he rambles. “It really wasn’t cool, but I was so mad when I thought you took over my Zaramela stan account, so I had to try confirming it, but... well... I ended up finding your x readers instead...”

“Levi!” you burst, and he turns red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... me! Me! Who simps over me!? Who reads that kind of spicy—” You press your hands to Levi’s mouth, and you can feel your own face is the same temperature as his. A muffled “sorry” is mumbled against your palm. “Um... anyway, I didn’t really want to upset you, and I didn’t really know how to react at first, so...” Levi ducks his head, hiding from you under his long bangs. “Wh-What I mean to say, is, well... I saw something you didn’t want me to see, so, like, if you want I can... show you the fanfics I have saved...” Oh Levi... “Uh, also...” He hesitatingly meets your eyes. “We can... um...” The seconds pile on before Levi breaks down into an incomprehensible mess, and you eventually have to let him off the hook as you suggest playing Love X Chori$$. Though, that isn’t before you give him a tentative kiss on the cheek that sends him smiling for the rest of the day.

Satan

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” Satan says, and you can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding as you put down your drink. Did he find out that you’d accidentally torn the page on one of his books?

“Go on,” you prompt, deciding that it’s your own fault if he gets mad.

“Well, when you showed me that story on your account earlier... I found myself reading through all of the fanfiction you have bookmarked.” You’re glad you put down your drink, because you would have dropped it.

“That’s— Um—”

“Wait, calm down,” Satan quickly urges, making a gesture for you to stay sitting. “I realize I’m in the wrong for reading all of them—”

“All of them?” you choke, your face burning, and he nods.

“They were all good reads, so...” He coughs, a blush sinking into his face, as if remembering something he read. “A-Anyway I wanted to apologize for invading your privacy.” You’re about to wave him off when he stands up, walking towards you as he picks something out of his jacket and hands it to you. It’s a piece of paper, neatly folded up with Satan’s writing on it. “I wrote my own fanfiction,” he explains, his face still pink as you look at the title. “It’s told from my point of view.”

“Cats and You” the title reads, and you find yourself enjoying it as he urges you to read it. It’s adorable and sweet, and at the very end, Satan wrote: “I saw your secrets, so I thought I’d give you mine.”

Asmo

“Awww, you’re so sweet~” You glance up from the fanfiction you’ve been reading, surprised to find Asmo’s head next to yours. “I’ve read that one too, you know; it’s very good. You have good taste.”

“Er... Why have you...?”

“Hm? Why else?” He plops next to you on the couch, leaning close as he does so. “I deserve my own admiration, don’t I? Besides that...” Asmo takes your phone and searches for another fanfiction you haven’t seen before before he hands it back to you. “This one is my absolute fave. You have to read it.”

You nod, slightly hesitant, opening the fanfiction, and you are shortly greeted by one of the lewdest fanfictions you’ve ever seen, making you blush from head to toe. Although... you have to say that a part of you deeply enjoys it.

“I know I’m so beautiful that you might consider me more of an idol than a love interest, hon, but you’re making me jealous,” Asmo whines as you continue despite yourself.

“Er... why’d you recommend it then?” you mumble, eventually meeting his eyes.

“Obviously because I want you to admire me~! But you know the best way to compliment me is always to my face, m’kay? You can fantasize all you want, but in the end, there’s just no substitute for me, is there?”

Beel

“What are you reading?” You throw your D.D.D. in the air out of surprise at the redhead, and both fortunately and unfortunately, the demon catches it before it can fall to the ground. “Beelzebub x Reader... Is this about me?”

You’re tempted to say “no”, but in the end, you can’t bring yourself to lie to the adorable bottomless pit that continually has you checking the fridge.

“Yes,” you say, desperately hoping that he won’t be creeped out.

Of course, that worry was baseless.

“Really? That’s so nice!” he replies with a huge grin before he picks you up into a crushing hug. “So what does ‘x reader’ mean?” You’re not out of the woods yet, it seems.

“Um... It means I’m... romantically interested in you.” You can’t believe these words are coming out of your mouth; to think you’d confess like this!

“Really? Thank you!” he replies happily. “But... if you like me, then why didn’t you tell me?”

For a moment, you stare at him like he’s from a different planet, not quite sure if he realizes the words coming from his mouth before you reconsider this is Beelzebub.

“...Because it’s embarrassing,” you reply, “especially if the other person doesn’t return the sentiment...”

“But I like you too,” he replies, and you almost splutter at the unabashed admission.

“Well... I didn’t know that.”

“Eh? Really? Sorry; I always liked you. I really like your cooking.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s my turn to cook tonight, isn’t it...”

“I’ll help.”

“Just no eating all the ingredients before they’re in the pot again.”

“Promise.”

Belphie

“Belphie, get out of my bed,” you groan, having found the black-haired male passed out on your bed. He really can fall asleep anywhere. Knowing he can’t hear you however, you begin shaking him, trying to wake him up, only to find out he wasn’t asleep as he dragged you into bed with him, covering the both of you with a blanket. “B-Belphie?” He looks mad. That’s not a good sign.

“Hey, we’re close, right?”

You’re keenly aware of the fact that you’re on top of Belphegor, practically straddling his waist. “Yes?”

“I knew it. You don’t feel comfortable around me. That’s annoying.”

“It’s not like that!” you protest. “I just said yes—”

“Then why are you reading fanfic of me?”

“Wh—Belphie!? How did you even...!?”

“Just hurry up and answer the question,” he grumbles, a bit curt.

“Well, um, I... Look, I’m sorry, but I like you, okay?”

“I got that. But why fanfiction? Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“...Isn’t that weird? Like I don’t know if you saw, but there’s kissing and stuff.”

“I saw all of it.” You can feel your face is warm from that comment, although it’s even warmer considering what he’s implying. “So you think it’s weird to actually kiss me. Well, I guess I already saw that coming.”

“No, I meant weird for you,” you quickly backtrack, and Belphie gives you a somewhat confused look. “I mean you don’t have a crush on me.”

“You’re bizarre,” he chuckles. “But I guess I’m satisfied with that. Stay here for a while... Honey.” He smirks teasingly when you hide your face as well as you can at the nickname that appeared in one of the fanfictions you’d read. Damn him!

Diavolo

“Barbatos told me about something interesting the other day,” Diavolo says, standing from his desk. “He’s the one who makes sure the students aren’t looking up anything concerning using R.A.D.’s Wifi.” Well, this is news to you, although you suppose it makes sense.

“Concerning?” you prod. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked up anything like ‘how to destroy the Devildom’...” Diavolo laughs to himself, and you find yourself relaxing at his leisure.

“You’re not here because I’m suspicious of you,” he replies, his eyes glittering with mirth. “I was just surprised to learn how much fanfiction you read about me.”

You almost choke.

“It’s really adorable,” he continues, and you cover your face.

“My lord, I think you’ve teased them enough,” Barbatos intones from the shadows, and Diavolo seemed confused.

“Tease? I’m being perfectly serious... I don’t mean to embarrass you. I actually called you here because I wanted to ask which one was your favorite.”

“Sorry?” The word slips out of your mouth without you meaning it to.

“I’m just curious. I ended up reading all of them one night, so I just had to ask which of them you liked the best.” You hesitate for a very long moment. You know which one is your favorite, but if he’s really read all of them... Was there a right answer to this question?

You eventually cave to his expectant visage, and you decide lying to his face would be a crime, so you tell him which one you like the most.

“I see,” he muses. “Then you may go.” Was that the wrong choice? Was that a test? Your worries build as you uncertainly turn your back, and it is as you turn the corner that you find yourself eavesdropping. “Barbatos, can you make the necessary preparations for tomorrow?”

“I can.”

“I can’t wait to see the surprise on their face.”

Without even realizing it, a stupid grin has crept onto your face and won’t leave as you head back to the House of Lamentation.

Barbatos

“My apologies. It is not my intention to pry; however, I could not help but notice that ‘Barbatos x Reader’ frequently appears in your search history.”

“...just... disregard that,” you mumble, trying to drink your tea without looking as self-conscious as you feel. To think that you would come to deliver a set of documents for the student council, only for Barbatos to know about how you’ve been simping over him for the past several months.

“If that is truly what you would prefer, then I will not speak another word of it.” You almost breathe a sigh of relief. “However,” he continues, and you curse yourself. “I must ask if that’s really what you wish for.” The butler pierces you with those omniscient, chartreuse eyes of his, and you’re not sure whether you should feel intimidated or exhilarated. You’re certainly hesitating—it seems as if the butler is prodding for a reason.

“What do you want me to say, Barbatos?” you eventually ask as you put down your teacup, absentmindedly tracing one finger against the rim of the saucer it sat upon.

“I desire for you to speak your mind; I want to serve you as well as I can.”

“...I feel like you’re teasing me.”

“Only a little bit, I assure you.” You turn to see Barbatos politely smiling. This little shit! “I am genuinely asking if you’d like to share your thoughts with me.”

“And you won’t judge me?”

“I wouldn’t think of it.”

“Well... then, no, I don’t really want you to disregard it, I think. If you have any thoughts on the fact that I’m attracted to you, then...” Barbatos gives a little chuckle. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t judge!”

“Apologies,” he says, even as he refreshes your tea. “If that’s the case, then I will prepare a room for you tonight, and we can discuss in further detail.”

Simeon

“Well, this is... how to put it... awkward?” Simeon says after you exclaim at his mistake. Simeon being... technologically challenged, had somehow logged into your account rather than his own, and now you both sit at the computer looking at one of your saved Simeon x Readers. “I’m sorry; I must have clicked by accident.”

“Can I just die right now?” you groan, covering your face, and Simeon hugs you.

“No, don’t say that,” he tries. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“There’s nothing quite like reading fanfic of your friend.” You nearly said hot friend and only barely refrained.

“I’ve written my fair share of fanfiction,” Simeon says while gently rubbing your back. “And some of it was... clearly in need of more work and consideration. And besides, admiration is the highest compliment.”

“You’ve written fanfic...?” you mumble, and Simeon chuckles.

“Volumes and volumes.”

“Even not safe for work?”

“I have.”

“Wait, back up, what?” The angel scratches his cheek, looking a little awkward as he does so, and you wonder what on Earth his NSFW writing looks like. Maybe like, “And then Adam lay with Eve ‘til dawn, conceiving a child who would come to be named Cain.”

“I’ve written several sex scenes, although most weren’t intended to elicit arousal. As much as I might want to, it’s difficult to write pieces that are capable of producing that kind of reaction.”

“What?” You’re flabbergasted. This is an angel... telling you about wanting to write smut?

“That’s not important,” Simeon says, shaking his head, although you beg to differ. “The important thing right now is that you’re not ashamed of yourself. You know, if you want... we can go on a date?”

“You’re just being nice!” you protest, and Simeon seems confused.

“You think so?” he asks with a tilt of his head before he offers you a charming smile. “Isn’t it a little early to be deciding on something like that?”

Solomon

“Well, this isn’t what I was expecting.”

“What wasn’t what you were expecting?” You pop your head around the library corner to see Solomon rifling through a magic book. At least, you’d thought it was a magic book, right up until you see the title. How did he find that here?

“You have some interesting tastes,” he laughs as he looks up at you, your ears hot with embarrassment. “Curious? It’s a book that lets you see into the hearts of the people you look up in it. Conditionally, of course. I wasn’t expecting to find that said condition in your case wasn’t that cryptic.”

“How much did you...?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teases, and you feel like burning to a crisp about now. “I won’t stop you from reading fanfiction of me, but...” His smile fades. “I must admit that some of them made me feel very lonely. I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone.”

“...Flint?” you suggest, referencing a dating app that was launched not too long ago, but Solomon shakes his head.

“For some reason, those never go very well for me after the first date.” He sighs and shakes his head. “In any case, just remember that I’ll always be here when you want to see another human around.” He gives you a pat on the shoulder, before turning his back to put his book away, only for you to impulsively hug him from behind.

“Thank you, Solomon.”

“...no problem,” he says. “But could you let me go?”

“Er... yeah. Sorry,” you say awkwardly, only for Solomon to turn around and engulf you in a surprisingly sweet hug himself.

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progenycursed · 2 months

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OHHH I LOVE PALE KING AS A CHARACTER AND I LOVE YOUR TAKE ON HIM, I AM EATING GOOD TONIGHT

If it isn't a spoiler for the comic, does he ever realise he was wrong about the vessels? And what do you think was his reasoning for escaping into the dream realm with his palace?

Thank you! I wanted a different take on his character than what I usually see. And I loved the idea of a god that doesn’t act regal because who’s going to stop him? So it’s great to hear people enjoying this hyper deep-in-denial nerd I have created. Now onto the lore dump!

I won’t say when for story reasons, but yes, he does eventually realize he was wrong about the Hollow Knight being mindless.

For the explanation for him being in the dream realm, it wouldn’t be covered in Progeny Cursed so I can let my chronic can’t-shut-the-fuck-up-itis run wild on this one.

As for why he entered his dream realm, it was his backup plan for catastrophic failure. When he realized the Hollow Knight plan wasn’t going to work, he had to come up with another way to keep his people safe. Since fully ascended higher beings can’t enter another's dream realm without them knowing and allowing it, it was his only option.

His plan was to pull all his still living citizens into his dream realm until it safe to bring them back out. But he needed to research how as he didn’t know enough about the dream realm to do such a feat. He needed time and data. His best source of information was from Unn, but even she wasn’t sure how to pull living mortals into a dream. But it was all he had to go on, so he did test after test to learn how best to do it. He learned no one who was even remotely infected could enter his dream. They had to be untouched. And he would need to pull in physical objects as well so the mortals could actually walk on something.

As the infection was getting worse, he began moving citizen to the palace. Those who had already lost their families, homes, towns were offered a safe place in the palace. Anyone willing to was allowed in as well. As being closer to him lowered the chances of them falling to the Radiance. Many in the city, especially the upper class, decided to stay in their homes.

He decided to run a larger trial on how to get people into his dream before committing to the final pull. When he ran the test, something went wrong. Instead of just the few volunteers, everyone along with the palace, was pulled in. Since it wasn’t his plan at that time to pull the entire palace in, some of it was left behind. Along with anyone or thing just outside it.

Worst of all, he pulled himself in. Without an anchor in the physical world, he couldn’t get anyone out, including himself. They were all stuck inside, and no one else could get in. Most, didn’t even know what had happened. Many thinking he had abandoned them. And all he could do was watch them all fall to Radiance from his dream realm.

But I don’t think this was his only backup plan. >:)

Has anyone ever been confused by the lore tablets in King’s Pass? When I first played the game, I thought higher beings was referring to those who had their minds given to them by the Pale Kings blessing. They became higher than animals. Then I learned that higher beings are the gods.

But then that lead to new problems. Any higher being that came from beyond the borders would know that there was a world beyond. They wouldn’t lose their mind outside of Hallownest. And the tablet about ‘only this kingdom could produce ones such as you’ would just be our right wrong. No foreign higher being would read these and believe them.

Then it clicked for me. The only group all these tablets would cover, is the vessels. They are technically higher beings so they could read these tablets. They are the only beings we have seen that can focus soul to heal. They were made within the Kingdom of Hallownest. And Ghost lost their memories beyond the borders, lost part of their mind. These tablets were made for them. And they were all trying to convince them to enter Hallownest.

Now why would the Pale King want vessels to return to Hallownest? How would he know these vessels would specifically come from the Howling Cliffs into King’s Pass? Why would he not want them to hide themselves? It’s almost like, he knew it was going to happen, and he wanted to lead them to something…

Lore Tablets referring to Higher Beings:

Higher beings these words are for you alone-

-(Kings Pass) Your strength marks you amongst us. Focus your soul and you shall achieve feats which other can only dream

->If you made it this far, you can heal by the way

-(Kings Pass) Within our lands do not hide you true form. Let all bask in you majesty, for only this kingdom could produce ones such as you

->Don’t hide your face or form. As this is the place you came from

-(Kings Pass) Beyond this point you enter that land of king and creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to the last and only civilization, the eternal Kingdom. Hallownest.

->Past here, you enter the land of the king that created you. Once you enter, obey the laws

-(Howling Cliffs) These blasted plains stretch never ending. There is no world beyond. Those foolish enough to traverse this void must pay the toll and relinquish the precious mind this kingdom grants

->There is nothing out there, to leave is to lose the mind this land gives you

-(Abyss) Our pure vessel has ascended. Beyond lies only the refuse and regret of its creation. We shall enter that place no longer

->Don’t look what’s past this door.

#progeny cursed #hollow knight #hollow knight comic #pale king #hollow knight pale king #hollow knight pure vessel #lore #answered asks #lore dump #it was so hard not to just spill everything for this one #its for story buid up #a dramatic reveal late #I just need to keep my mouth shut #cant shut the fuck up itis

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Damian had been away from his daughter for just a little under twenty four hours and he was anxious. He didn’t like being away from his daughter, not when she was still so small and tiny and defenseless. And he loved Danny more than anything, and he trusted Danny with his life, but what if something happened? Would the halfa be able to handle it on his own? He wasn’t totally sure he would!

But this was important, he had to tell his family that he would be moving out of the manor or else questions would arise and Damian didn’t particularly want to deal with those questions if he was being totally honest.

So, here he was, sitting amongst his father and siblings eating family dinner just as they did every Sunday evening upon Alfred’s request. Even Todd was here for the ordeal, it was the only time he would willingly come to the manor.

“I am moving out tomorrow morning,” Damian said, breaking the comfortable silence that was their dinner.

“I’m sorry, what?” Bruce asked, looking up from his newspaper to give his youngest son a look of surprise. “What happened to waiting until you completed college?”

“Things change, Father. I am moving out in the morning, my boyfriend will be coming by with my daughter to help me get everything moved,” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin before he stood up. “Now, I must get back. I don’t like leaving them alone for long,” he said, pushing his chair in before he left his family sitting at the table dumbfounded.

As soon as the door shut behind Damian his family exploded.

“He has a boyfriend?” Tim hissed out, looking at his family in shock. “Since when?”

“Not only that but a daughter!?” Dick shrieked. “My baby has a daughter? When did this happen? Why didn’t he tell me he was a father?”

“Something’s gotta be wrong. Maybe that’s a clone of Damian, it’s not the first time Talia has replaced him,” Duke whispered.

“No, that was way too in character for Damian, definitely not a clone,” Jason said, frowning, his brows furrowed.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me,” Dick whimpered, a single tear welled up in his eye as he thought about his baby bat having a daughter and a boyfriend.

“He’s a private person, it makes sense we didn’t know,” Steph reasoned with Cass nodded her head in agreement beside her. “I wonder who the boy is! Or how long he’s been hiding the fact that he has a daughter! Wait– if he has a boyfriend how does that work?”

“Maybe the boyfriend is trans,” Tim said with a shrug, already pulling his tablet out of seemingly nowhere. “But that would mean that he’s been with this guy for at least nine months if they have a child together. Not only that but how old is the daughter? How long has he been hiding this secret double life from us? How long has he been in a relationship? Damian doesn’t seem like a one night stand kind of guy or to just knock someone up on accident. Dick, you’ve had the sex talk with him, right?”

“He’s twenty!” Jason exclaimed. “Of course he knows how sex works! Right?”

“Yeah, I gave him the talk when he started high school,” Dick mumbled, the tear now falling down his cheek. “Why didn’t he tell me he had a daughter? Or a boyfriend? I thought I was his favorite brother?”

“Um guys,” Duke called, now standing beside their father. “I think Bruce is broken,” he said.

And sure enough, there Bruce sat, staring at the wall frozen, not even blinking, the newspaper he had been reading crumbled in his hands.

“Well Gramps, aren’t you excited?” Jason teased, a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m an uncle!” Dick sobbed loudly, slamming his face into the table.

“Jesus Christ Richard get a hold of yourself,” Tim snapped, typing away on his tablet. “We need to figure out who this is and what they’ve done to our brother! What if he’s brainwashed and that’s why he’s suddenly moving out and has a boyfriend and daughter? What if it’s a rogue controlling him?”

“Or maybe he just hasn’t told you guys about a private part of his life?” Barbara said, frowning at the siblings all imploding. “It’s like Jason said, Damian is really private–”

“You knew!” Tim shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Barbara. “You knew this entire time.”

Barbara sighed and set her fork down and rubbed at her temples. “Yes, I know. I didn’t know about the daughter, that’s new. But Damian has been dating this guy for six months now, they knew each other for six months before that too. His boyfriend works in my library,” she said. “And no, I’m not telling you anything about him and if you show up at the library I’m calling the cops. Tim.”

“I got kicked out one time and now I have a life time ban,” Tim mumbled, crossing his arms as he fell back into his seat.

“Let’s just take this at Damian’s pace. He’ll tell us about his family when he’s ready, besides it sounds like you guys will get the chance to meet them tomorrow morning when they come by to help Damian move out.”

It was a shame no one actually listened to Barbara’s idea because really it made the most sense. But these were the Wayne children she was talking to. They didn’t know sense if it was slapped in their face.

Which is why Tim had gone looking and found a certain Danny Fenton who worked at the library as a writing tutor who also happened to work at his favorite coffee shop and had also worked in one of Damian’s art classes just a few semesters back. He had then been able to easily find Danny Fenton’s information at Gotham University and bingo presto chango he found Danny’s house! It seemed that the civilian rented an apartment in the nicer parts of the Bowery, which there weren’t really nicer parts but compared to Crime Alley it wasn’t terrible.

And that was how the siblings found themselves standing under the window of Damian’s boyfriend’s apartment.

“Are we really sure that this is a good idea?” Duke asked, staring up at the window.

“He’s a civilian, what’s he going to do, kill us?” Tim said with a snort before he headed up the stairs to the apartment door. His siblings followed close behind and waited impatiently for the vigilante to pick the lock. They made their way into the apartment and stopped short when they saw the place and looked around.

“That’s a lot of Damian’s art,” Jason said lowly.

“Uh um, uh guys,” Duke said, swallowing slightly. “Do-do you guys see the shadows or is that just my powers messing with me?”

“What shadows?” Dick asked when the living room suddenly got much, much darker, and shadows slithered closer to the siblings.

“What are you doing in my home?” A voice hissed out, the words drawn out and staticky. The siblings immediately put their hands over their ears at the noise. Jason opened an eye and let out a gasp at the monster before them. A being floated in front of them, hair white as snow, long fangs escaped from under his lips, green fluid reminiscent of Lazarus Water dripped from its maw, large claws protruded from its fingertips. It was the thing of nightmares.

“I said what were you doing in my home?” He snarled out once more just as Damian came out of the bedroom sleepily.

“Danny, stop, it’s my idiot siblings,” Damian said with a yawn as he flipped on the light. Suddenly the monster shifted and a human man stood in front of them looking annoyed beyond belief.

Dick didn’t know where to look, at the human that he was pretty sure was actually a monster that was going to eat them, or at Damian who was holding a sleeping baby to his chest.

“It’s four in the morning, who breaks into an apartment at four in the morning?” Danny hissed, glaring at the group of Wayne Siblings.

Damian just let out a sigh. “It is just how our family operates, unfortunately,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to Danny’s lips. “Take Cecilia to bed, please.”

Danny nodded and took the baby from his boyfriend and trudged back to their room. They hadn’t bought the stuff for Cecilia to safely sleep in her own room alone so right now she was sleeping in a bassinet in Danny’s room until they got everything they needed for the baby.

Damian waited until his boyfriend and daughter were gone before he crossed his arms and looked at his siblings. “You could not wait until we came over in the morning to meet her and Danny? You had to break into his home?”

“We were worried,” Dick mumbled, looking chastened already. “You’ve never told us about a boyfriend.”

“Because this family does not know any boundaries! I didn’t want Danny to be stuck dealing with you insane people!” He hissed out, glaring at his siblings. “Have you ever thought about that? That you all are just a little too overbearing and don’t know what it means to give people space? You knew that I was coming tomorrow and yet you still broke into my boyfriend’s home in the middle of the night and scared him enough that he felt the need to use his powers to fight you. Of course, I didn’t tell you about my boyfriend!”

“I’m sorry you felt that way,” Tim said softly. “We didn’t mean to upset you, we were just worried. You seemed very out of character during dinner and we were concerned.”

“I don’t care. You scared my boyfriend and you woke up my daughter. Now leave,” he ordered, pointing at the door. “You can meet Danny and Cecilia in the morning when we go to the manor to collect my things. Until then, get out of here,” he snarled. He watched as one by one the siblings made their way out of his apartment, each one looking thoroughly chastened by the time they walked out of his apartment and left.

Damian let out a sigh and went back to his room, knowing that tomorrow his siblings were going to have far too many questions. He didn’t blame Danny for turning into his ghost form to scare off intruders but damn would his family want answers.

He shut the door to the bedroom and climbed into bed beside his boyfriend after looking over Cecilia and finding her fast asleep.

“Your siblings don’t understand boundaries, do they?” Danny mumbled, pulling Damina closer to him. The human chuckled and maneuvered them around until Danny’s head was resting on his bicep and he was holding the half-ghost close to his chest.

“No, they do not. But they have been chastised and I hope that this means they will understand in the future that they cannot just barge into our home whenever they want answers,” he said with a huff. Danny just chuckled and pressed a kiss to Damian’s cheek.

“They’re lucky I didn’t send them to the nightmare realm,” Danny murmured. “Having CeCe has turned me into an overprotective monster.”

Damian stilled. “What did you just call my daughter?” he demanded venomously. Danny let out a snicker and shook his head.

“Cecilia is just such a big name for such a little girl. I thought CeCe would be a cute little nickname!” Danny insisted.

“You are not going to give my daughter a name as undignified as CeCe, her name is Cecilia,” Damian said, scowling at the halfa.

“How about Lia?” Danny asked, tilting his head back to look at Damian better.

“Why not the name we gave her, Cecilia?” Damian retorted.

“Pick one, do you want me to call her CeCe or Lia,” Danny said simply. Damian let out a sad sigh, burying his face in Danny’s hair.

“Lia, at least it sounds like a real name,” he mumbled, running his fingers through Danny’s hair once more. Danny snickered and kicked his leg over Damian’s waist and held him close.

“I apologize for their behavior,” Damian murmured, holding Danny close. Danny simply laughed and kissed Damian softly.

“Don’t be, you’ve warned me many times now that your siblings have no sense of boundaries. I just wasn’t expecting a bunch of vigilantes to break into my apartment at four in the morning. Now can we get back to sleep?”

Damian chuckled quietly but stayed quiet as his boyfriend fell fast asleep in his arms once more.

Damian sighed as Danny opened a portal for the couple and their daughter to step directly into Damian’s bedroom. From there Danny set Cecilia down on Damian’s bed for her to lay on as they started carrying things through the portal and directly into Danny and his bedroom.

“This is much easier than I ever imagined it would be,” Damian said as Danny carried a stack of clothes from the room to the apartment.

“I know,” Danny said with a grin. “Don’t you love having a ghost for a boyfriend? One who can make portals?”

“I just love having you for a boyfriend,” Damian said softly, pulling Danny close to him and giving him a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Danny said in response, kissing Damian once again just as a knock sounded on the bedroom door and the portal snapped shut. “Reflex, sorry. I’ll reopen it,” he said with a chuckle.

Damian laughed and pulled away from his boyfriend to answer the door to find Dick standing there, hand raised to knock once again.

“Yes?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“We didn’t hear you come in,” he said hesitantly, looking between Danny and Damian.

“Oh, well we have been here for quite some time now. I have most of my things already moved over,” he said, leaning against the door jamb.

“I wanted to apologize, we all do. But they kinda just sent me first,” Dick said, giving his baby brother an awkward smile.

“It’s fine, I just wish that you all would respect my boundaries from here on out,” Damian said quietly. “Danny and I are hoping to give Cecilia a better childhood than the ones either of us had. That means teaching her what boundaries are, even as a baby, she deserves to have boundaries, and as our parents it is up to us to ensure her boundaries are respected.”

“That’s amazing of you, Dami. I’m glad you’re realizing this for yourself. And I’m sorry we did not respect your boundaries the way you wanted us to. We’ll do better in the future.”

Damian smiled. “Grab the others, you all can come in and meet Danny and Cecilia, I’m sure you all have questions, especially after Danny’s display of powers last night.”

Dick gave him a small smile, looking relieved that Damian had forgiven him so easily. He turned and called out for their siblings before he stepped into the room and walked toward Danny. He held out his hand.

“I’m Damian’s oldest brother, Dick. I apologize for our behavior last night. We’ll do our best to be better in the future.”

Danny smiled. “I’m Danny Fenton, it’s nice to meet you. Dami has told me a lot about you,” he said politely.

“All good things, I hope,” he said anxiously. He looked over at Cecilia and looked back at Danny. “I have a lot of questions,” he admitted.

“We’re going to answer them once all your siblings make their way inside. It’ll be easier to explain once than multiple times.”

Dick nodded and soon the rest of their siblings piled into the room.

“Where is Father and Alfred?” Damian asked, looking around curiously.

“Bruce had a meeting this morning, Alfred had to drive him to it,” Tim explained before he introduced himself to his brother’s boyfriend.

“It’s nice to meet all of you,” Danny said with a small smile. “Under much better circumstances this time. I apologize for my behavior last night, I didn’t mean to scare any of you.”

“Could uh could you explain what happened by any chance? Maybe start from the beginning?” Duke asked, looking between Danny and Cecilia, an uneasiness in his eyes.

Danny grinned and picked Cecilia up and handed her to Jason who had taken a seat on the bed beside her. “Here, hold your niece,” he said softly, helping position Jason’s hands around her. He glanced over at his boyfriend with a crinkled nose.

“I see what you mean my star, your family has experienced a lot of death. Is there even anyone in here who hasn’t died at least once?” He asked, glancing over at them only for Duke to raise his hand.

“I haven’t,” he said, blushing slightly.

Danny just snickered and took a seat. “Dami and I met in college. But I doubt that’s the story you’re wanting,” he said with a small smile. “I died when I was fourteen but I died wrong and turned into a half ghost, half human,” he said before his form changed to something similar to the one they had all seen the night before only less terrifying. “Turns out even after being a retired vigilante, I still managed to get mixed up with you guys.”

“You’re that teen hero from Amity Park!” Tim exclaimed. “I’ve heard about you, Phantom, right?”

“Just Danny now, I retired,” he said with a small smile. “Things quieted down in Amity after the ghosts got a council of leaders to keep them in line. Didn’t need me to stop them from destroying my hometown. Now I just want to live a mostly normal life. Which Damian’s mother doesn’t want to happen, I guess,” he said with a laugh.

“Wait–Talia?” Jason asked, looking up from where he had been looking at Cecilia. Cass had moved to sit beside him and look down at her new niece, tickling her chin lightly.

“Yes, Talia thought it would be a lovely idea to gift Danny and me with a baby to celebrate the fact that we are in a relationship,” Damian said with a sigh. “So she made a clone of the two of us and gifted her to me just a week ago. Danny and I are slowly trying to figure out how to be parents and raise her. It has been a learning process for the both of us.”

“Sounds like a Talia thing to do,” Dick said with a snort. Duke chuckled and sat beside Jason on his other side to also coo over the baby.

“Well, there is the story. It is rather condensed but that is the entire explanation. Now, while you three watch over my daughter, will the rest of you help us move everything else over?” He asked as Danny opened another portal and started to grab Damian’s easels from where they sat in a corner.

Tim looked between the portal and the rest of the stuff in the room and nodded. “Got it.”

“If any of you make my sweet little Lia cry, I’ll destroy you,” Danny threatened before he walked through the portal.

“Well, you picked the perfect partner, Damian,” Jason said with a snort. “He’s just as feral as you are.”

Damian just sneered at his brother before he looked at where his boyfriend walked through the portal. “Yes, I love that little buffoon,” he said with a soft sigh before he started to gather more of his things to carry through, Dick and Tim following behind him to do the same.

@dpxdc-familyweek

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christaspirit · 2 years

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Notes: I've seen many people do the fic where Marinette gets kicked off the class trip, but how mean her classmates acted bothered me, so I made them as in character as I could.

This takes place after season 3 if Marinette got Master Fu's tablet instead of Gabriel. Uh... that's all I've got to say.

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Marinette’s entire life changed when Lila joined her class.

Adrien insisted they don’t call Lila out. Gone was her friendship with him, and her crush.

The majority of her class believed Lila about Marinette bullying her. Those friendships were gone.

She lost trust with Mme. Bustier, as Bustier believed Lila’s injuries without any doctors records.

So when the school year was drawing to a close, Marinette’s only friends left in the class were Alya, Nino, Rose, Juleka, and Nathaniel.

Some of her other classmates were picking on her (slamming the door in her face, tripping her), but most of them just stood by passively.

Marinette had noticed Chloe was annoyed with Lila but assumed that was just because Lila was getting more attention than her.

So when Chloe had walked to Marinette’s desk with a thick binder, Marinette was surprised.

Chloe set the binder down on Marinette’s desk.

“What’s this?” Marinette asked.

“It’s…” Chloe muttered. “It’s a record of everything I’ve ever done to you. From the snide comments to wrecking your work and copying you,”

Marinette blinked, and opened the binder. To her surprise, Chloe was telling the truth. Everything Chloe had done to her in the past four years was written in the binder, in Chloe’s handwriting. However, next to each thing was a number. Most of the records of the snide comments had a single euro written out next to them, but some of the meaner things had even more euros, and anything Chloe had wrecked or copied had a number that matched the price of the object.

“What’s with the euros?” Marinette asked.

Chloe winced.

“I…” Chloe started, her voice cracking. “I thought that maybe I should pay you back. Things cost money, and I know that if I ruined your things or copied them, I had wasted your money… so… I’m going to pay you back,”

“Why are you paying me for things you said though?” Marinette asked.

“Because-” Chloe’s voice broke. “Because… well, I know that you’ve done everything for the class for free in the past. I’ve noticed. You made the banner for that race for free, you’ve made all their outfits for free… I felt like someone should pay you, and if they aren’t, then I will. And I’ve made enough mean comments about you that you’ll make a profit off of this,”

Marinette stared at the binder, then up at Chloe.

“Why are you doing this?” Marinette asked.

Chloe looked to the floor.

“I guess…” Chloe muttered. “I was just mean because I was jealous. You’re talented, you have your parents, and you were friends with everyone. Meanwhile, my mom can’t even keep my name straight, cheated on my dad and I have this half-sister I’ve never met, I make Sabrina do everything, and no one likes me… I thought making you miserable would make me feel better, and I guess I got carried away and didn’t realize that it was wrong. But after seeing how the class has treated you, some of whom have known you for years… I realized just how bad I was being. I realized what I put Sabrina through. And then Adrien… he knows the truth, and refuses to do anything! And Mme. Bustier is horrible!”

Chloe was lucky they were the only people in the classroom because the majority of the class would have glared at her.

“Alya doesn’t really like her either,” Marinette said.

“So… yeah,” Chloe said. “Can we… start over? As friends?”

Marinette looked at the binder.

“Sure,” Marinette said.

—

Alya was a bit surprised at Marinette’s sudden friendship with Chloe, but seeing how hard Chloe was trying to change, she muttered a comment about how “only Marinette” would give the girl a second chance.

Chloe moved to the back of the classroom after she apologized. Partially so she wouldn’t accidentally make Sabrina take her notes, and partially to give Marinette company after Marinette had been sent to the back of the classroom.

Marinette and Chloe became close in their hatred for Lila. Chloe helped Marinette with some of her responsibilities as class president (mostly funding, but a bit of planning too). Chloe also did pay Marinette back, encouraged Marinette to stop giving people things for free if they were really expensive to make, and helped Marinette set up a website for commissions (with some help from Sabrina and Alya).

And so, Chloe and Sabrina joined Marinette’s group of friends.

—

As the school year drew to a close, Mme. Bustier had an announcement.

“Alright class,” Mme. Bustier said. “As you all know, next year you’ll be the graduating class. Because of this, you’ll be taking a trip at the end of the year, and will have to fundraise the money. However, it’s been brought to my attention that not everyone will be able to go, as not everyone gets along. So Marinette, I’d like you to sit out the trip,”

Marinette stared at Mme. Bustier in horror.

“Mme. Bustier! You can’t do that!” Alya said, abruptly standing up. “We’re all looking forward to this trip!”

“Alya, do you want to be removed as well?” Mme. Bustier asked.

“You don’t have to remove me,” Alya said. “If you don’t let Marinette go, then I won’t go,”

“Me neither,” Nino said.

Marinette friends all agreed to not go if Marinette didn’t.

The whole class looked back at Marinette.

“Fine,” Marinette said. “But if I’m not allowed to go, then I won’t plan it. I won’t be running for student rep next year. Besides, I only ran this year so Chloe wouldn’t win,”

Chloe slouched a bit at those words, but knew they were true.

“Alright then,” Mme. Bustier said. “But you will finish up as student rep this year?”

Marinette nodded.

“It’s too late for a new representative,” Marinette said.

“Alright,” Bustier said. “Now, onto the lesson,”

—

After class, Marinette’s friends questioned her on why she didn’t argue about being removed from the trip.

“For one,” Marinette said. “I don’t want to go on a trip with Lila. But also, I’m not gonna help fundraise it if I’m not going. And seeing them suffer, and their trip fail in the end will be theraputic for me,”

Her friends extchanged glances.

“Why would they suffer?” Alya asked.

Marinette chuckled.

“Because unless Lila is secretly amazing at planning things,” Marinette said. “Which is doubtful considering she can’t keep her lies straight, the fundraisers will fail. No one in this class knows how to run one. I’ve planned every fundraiser for the past four years, and Chloe always supplied funding for major events,”

Her friends stared at her in shock, then they all smiled.

“Man…” Nino said. “Dudette, that is just petty,”

Marinette smirked.

“Call me Pettynette then,” she said.

“What will we do next year instead?” Rose asked.

Marinette smiled.

“How do you guys feel about a club?” Marinette asked. Her friends exchanged confused glances. “We have enough time to ask the school board to approve a club. Then, we can fundraise all year, and go on a club trip together, even better than any of the graduating class trips,”

All of her friends smirked. They liked this plan.

“Then, at the end of the year, we can go on a trip of our choosing over summer break,” Marinette said. “The club can be invite only, so our classmates can’t join. Of coarse, kids from other classes are allowed to join if we let them, and we’ll all go on a trip together,”

“What should we call this club?” Rose asked.

Marinette thought about it for a moment.

“How about the World Travel Club?” a new voice asked.

Everyone looked over, and saw Aurore and Marc.

“Have you two been listening this whole time?” Chloe asked.

The two nodded.

“We overheard what you were talking about,” Aurore said. “I’d like to join this club. I’ve heard the end of year trips are lame anyway,”

Marc nodded.

“Me too,” Marc said. “And I would like to recommend the name the World Travel Club,”

Marinette and her friends thought about it.

“Sounds great,” Marinette said. “Welcome to the club,”

—

Marinette got the approval she needed. The school board let them know that next year, the World Travel Club would be open.

Meanwhile, the end of year dance was coming up. It was going to be held in the ballroom of Chloe’s hotel, and everyone knew it would be fantastic.

A couple days before the dance, a few of Marinette’s classmates came up to her, asking her to make their outfits.

“Sorry,” Marinette said. “There isn’t enough time. However, next year, I’ll happily make them if you commission me,”

“But you made Rose, Juleka, Alya, Nino, Nathaniel, Marc, Aurore, Sabrina, and Chloe’s,” Mylene pointed out.

“Yes,” Marinette said. “Because they commisioned me a couple months ago, and they paid. You haven’t. So sorry, but I can’t,”

Her classmates were annoyed, but knew that she was right. There wasn’t enough time.

“I could-” Lila started.

“Lila,” Marinette said, staring her dead in the eye. “There is no designer in the world who could make an outfit from scratch, from the design to the final form, in two days,”

Lila shut her mouth.

When the dance rolled around, Marinette and her friends hung out the entire time, along with Kagami and Luka, who Marinette and Juleka had invited respectivally. The two also joined the World Travel Club. Luka would be one of the chaparones, and Kagami was joining the school next year. The group defenitely had the best outfits.

—

Summer came around, and Marinette was more free to focus on her Ladybug roll. Ladybug made the annoncment on live TV that none of the original temporary holders would be returning, as Hawkmoth knew their identities, and it was too dangerous. Secretly, Marinette knew that most of them would stay, but under new identities. But Ladybug didn’t tell Chat that.

Ladybug wasn’t trusting Chat lately. He’d been way to flirty, and sometimes refused to fight the akuma because she turned him down. Many times, he didn’t even show up. And of course, there was the constant badgering about sharing identities, and Ladybug’s desicsion to replace the old heroes. Mostly Queen Bee.

“You should have talked to me before you made that anoucment!” Chat said. “I thought we were partners! A duo! That it was us against the world!”

“Chat, I couldn’t keep the old heroes,” Ladybug argued. Hawkmoth knows who they are. He could exploit that, like he did Chloe!”

“Chloe should keep her miraculous!” Chat said. “That’s why she was akumatized! Because you wouldn’t give it to her!”

“And I admit I should have given it to her during Heart Hunter,” Ladybug said. “But she was being selfish too,”

“Chloe’s gotten better!” Chat said. “She’s much less selfish now!”

“Everyone knows her identity, Chat!” Ladybug said. “That’s why I stopped giving her the miraculous!”

“Ugh!” Chat Noir said. “You should have talked to me before getting rid of the other heroes!”

“Chat!” Ladybug said. “I don’t need to talk to you about that! I’m the guardian! Who does or doesn’t get a miraculous is completly my choice! Which goes for you too!”

Chat stared at her in shock.

“You aren’t seriously thinking of replacing me, are you?” Chat asked.

“You’ve been being childish!” Ladybug said, annoyence in her voice. “We have one. Job. Protect Paris. Yet you neglect your duties to flirt at the worst possible times! There’s a time to goof off, and a time to be a proffesional! While there’s an akuma going around, it’s time to be proffesional!”

“M’lady!” Chat said. “You and I both know that the Black Cat and Ladybug miraculous are soulmates! Why won’t you see that!”

“Because you made it up!” Ladybug shouted. With that, she stormed off.

Chat stayed on the roof.

“Fine…” he muttered. “You’re being silly. We’re destined for each other. But if you refuse to admit that you like me, then…”

Chat left, a plan brewing.

—

A couple of days later, Chat asked Ladybug out on a date during patrol.

“Sorry, Chat,” Ladybug said. “I’ve got plans,”

“No,” Chat said. “This date should be more important!”

“Ugh!” Ladybug said. She left without another word.

Chat smiled.

“She’ll come,” Chat said. “And she’ll come to her senses,”

—

Ladybug didn’t go on the date, and instead went out with her friends as planned. They found Andre the ice cream man, and got ice creams (Most of them oblivious to who their ice creams represented).

However, at the next akuma fight, Ladybug was losing her pacitence with Chat.

Chat was complaining about how Ladybug stood him up, and refused to fight the akuma, leaving Ladybug to face it on her own. She was already suffering second degree burns (“Why does it need to spit fire?” Ladybug had complained).

“Chat! Help me!” Ladybug said.

“No!” Chat said, sitting cross legged on the ground. “You stood me up last night,”

“I told you, I had plans!” Ladybug said.

“If you aren’t gonna apologise, then go get a new holder!” Chat said.

“Chat!” Ladybug yelled. “Fine! I’m sorry or whatever! Just help me!”

“Are you really sorry?” Chat said.

“No,” Ladybug said pointedly, then she did her best to muffle a scream as she got hit again. “But I don’t have time to get another hero! You should be helping!”

Chat still refused.

By the time Ladybug managed to defeat the akuma, she had third degree burns, the entire street was in flames, and most of Paris was finding it difficult to breathe. Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the magical ladybugs raced through the streets, healing all the damage (and most importantly, all the burns people had gotten).

Chat still refused to talk to Ladybug, but she was pretty much through with him.

—

A couple of hours later, a video taken by Aurore had gone viral, and people’s opinion on Chat Noir had gone down greatly.

Aurore had posted the video on both her Instagram and her new blog, and had sent it to Alya to post on the Ladyblog as well, as the Ladyblog was pretty popular. She had gotten stuck during the akuma attack, and had recorded the akuma fight, and most importantly, the argument between Ladybug and Chat Noir.

People were furious with Chat Noir for refusing to help Ladybug, and for possibly sexualy assaulting her. People started thinking back to other fights, and remembered how pushy Chat had been, and how he hadn’t been showing up.

Adrien was confused about the backlash. Why were people mad at Chat? Why weren’t they mad at Ladybug? She was the one that stood him up.

Then Alya posted a video she had taken the previous day. It was when Chat had asked Ladybug out on a date, and she turned him down. People were even more upset with Chat. In fact, there were very few people in Paris who liked Chat.

Marinette however, hadn’t seen either of the videos. She hadn’t left her room since the akuma attack.

A couple hours after Alya posted her video, Alya, Kagami, and Chloe showed up at Marinette’s house. The three were let upstairs, and found Marinette in her room, curled up on her bed, shaking. Kagami immediatly recognized it as a panic attack.

“Marinette,” Kagami said. “What-what’s going on?”

Marinette couldn’t find her voice.

Kagami, Alya, and Chloe all climbed up to her bed, and just comforted her as they waited for the panic attack to subside.

About an hour later, Marinette was finally able to breath normally, and Kagami asked her again.

“I-” Marinette said softly, her voice cracking. “I-”

“You can tell us anything,” Alya said.

Marinette’s hands shook.

“But… this…” Marinette said softly. “This could change everything,”

“Marinette,” Chloe said. “You’ve already changed our lives. What else could you change?”

Marinette couldn’t keep it in anymore, and burst into tears, and spilled. About everything. About being Ladybug.

The girls were shocked that she was Ladybug, and suddenly, it all made sense.

Ladybug had been sexually assaulted by Chat Noir for months. She was now in charge of the miracle box, losing trust in Chat, and had just gotten third degree burns across her entire body. She had lost a large number of her friends to a liar, a liar who claimed to be friends with her.

The three girls comforted Marinette. A couple hours later, Marinette had fallen asleep in Kagami’s lap.

—

A couple of days later, Marinette was finally ready to talk to the girls again. She had spent a lot of time with her parents, and had calmed down enough.

So, she asked what to do with Chat Noir.

“Just take his miraculous,” Kagami said.

Chloe and Alya nodded.

“He needs to go,” Chloe said.

“But what would Paris think?” Marinette asked. “This isn’t like replacing you guys… people expect him!”

“Actually, Paris sorta hates him at the moment,” Alya said. “Me and Aurore uploaded videos of Ladybug and Chat Noir, and Paris knows what’s going on. But if you really want it, I can put a poll up on the Ladyblog,”

Alya didn’t wait for a response.

A poll was soon active on the Ladyblog, and had already gotten 13 votes.

“I feel like you should have a way so that people can express their emotions without getting akumatized,” Kagami said. “Stop an Akuma before it happens,”

“That’s… not a bad idea,” Marinette said.

“Aurore and I can use our blogs to help locate Hawkmoth,” Alya said.

Marinette blinked.

“Wait, since when does Aurore have a blog?” she asked.

“Oh, she made it a couple weeks ago,” Alya said. “She got inspired by me, so made her own blog. Mine focuses more on research and the heroes, while hers is more of a blog to discuss peoples feelings, and a safe place to talk about what’s bothering them. She also uploads videos of the akuma attacks whenever she gets them. Hers would be a good place to start tracking him down, because people often talk about why they were akumatized. She could maybe also have people discuss where they were akumatized, and how long it had been since they got negative,”

“That’s smart,” Chloe said.

“Alright…” Marinette said. “Alya, get back to me with those poll results tomorrow. As for now…”

Marinette walked over to her sewing kit, and pushed in a combo on the spools of thread. It opened, revealing the miracle box. She reached into it, and grabbed out three miraculous.

The fox, the bee, and the dragon.

“I’ll give you guys your miraculous permanetly,” Marinette said. “All you need to do is create new superhero identities. Try to make them different from your old ones. And maybe… get a good camofluage form?”

The three girls flushed. True, all of their miraculous had just gone through a recolor.

“Wait, but your camofluage form is just your miraculous in black,” Chloe pointed out.

Marinette stared at them.

“And it’s also a pair of earrings,” Marinette said. “Earings aren’t often super fancy or anything. Besides, they can change to match my outfit if I really need them too,”

“Oh,” Chloe said. “Good point,”

The three girls put their miraculous on, and the kwamis came out of them.

Alya’s necklace changed to a more orange version of her phone charm.

Chloe’s comb changed to what looked to just be a pretty comb that she could slip into her hair, but was technically a pair of bee wings like the ones on the miraculous in charged form.

Kagami’s chocker changed into a simple black bead with her family name on it, like it was on her ring.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “Now you just need new hero identities!”

—

The next day, Ladybug met with Chat for patrol as usual. However, she knew it would be Chat’s last day.

The results of the poll came in. 99% of the Ladyblog readers wanted Chat gone (there were like, two people who didn’t).

Chat Noir hadn’t seen the poll.

He didn’t know what was coming.

“Hello m’lady,” he said.

Ladybug rolled her eyes.

“Hey Chat?” she said. “Can I check your ring real quick?”

“Why?” Chat asked, frowning.

“The grimoire said something about your ring, so I need to check,” Ladybug fibbed.

“Anything for you m’lady,” Chat said, and gave her his hand.

Ladybug pulled the ring off, and slipped it into her yo-yo.

Chat detransformed into Adrien.

“Of coarse…” Ladybug said, staring at him in discust.

“M’lady!” Adrien said.

“Zip it!” Ladybug said. “You’re done,”

“Paris is gonna hate you for this,” Adrien said.

“Really?” Ladybug said. “99% of the readers on the Ladyblog wanted Chat Noir gone,”

“What about the last 1%?” Adrien asked desperatly, trying to turn the tides in his favor.

Ladybug stared at him.

“Two people,” Ladybug said. “Goodbye, Adrien,”

With that, she left.

—

Marinette felt so much more free after getting rid of Chat Noir.

Infact, her ladybug suit changed. She now had a pair of wings, her hair was up in twin buns, and her outfit was better armored, and included more black.

Then there was the introduction of the new heroes.

First introduced was Chloe, as Beehive. Chloe posted a picture on her Instagram of her with Beehive, doing the peace sign. The picture made it obvious that she was fine with being replaced.

The true intent of the picture was to distance herself from Beehive. Chloe took the selfie with an illusion created by Alya.

Beehive’s outfit had wings, and a fur like substance around her neck and waist. She also had a stinger like skirt and heels.

Next introduced was Kagami, as Wild Dragon.

Her new suit was blue instead of red, and, while she didn’t have wings, she was able to fly.

Alya was the last to be introduce, as Silver Fox.

Her costume was now silver, and her hair was up in a bun. She had a bow in her hair that resembled fox ears, and flaps of fabric in the back of her costume, resembling fox tails.

Paris loved the new heroes.

—

A little before the start of the school year, Chloe introduced everyone to Zoe, her half-sister. It turned out that Zoe had been having problems at her old boarding school. Zoe also wanted to be an actor one day.

Zoe immediatly joined the friend group, and the World Travel Club.

Then school started up again. Aurore found out Mirele wanted to join the World Travel Club, and the club let her join.

Soon it was then time to decide where they would go.

Both the class, and the club.

—

“Alright,” Mme. Bustier said. “Seeing as no one ran against her, Lila is now class president. So class, where do you think we should go at the end of the year?”

The classmates going began spitballing, before finally landing on a weeklong trip to LA.

“Alright,” Mme. Bustier clapped her hands to get the class’ attention. “We’ll be headed to LA. Now rememer, you have to fundraise this trip yourselves. You can get donations from family members, but mostly need to fundraise the trip. You can come up with ideas after school.

It was after school that the World Travel Club met. After talking for 15 minutes, they still couldn’t decide on one place to go.

“Alright, how about this,”Marinette said. “We can go on a tour. We’ll go everywhere we want,”

The club looked around. It wasn’t a bad idea.

“Nice work Prez,” Chloe said.

“You’re president too,” Marinette pointed out.

The two girls had been made presidents of the club. Marinette because it was her idea, and Chloe because she was good with money.

“Anyway,” Marinette said, and she uncapped a dry-erase marker. “We’ll head to Hawaii, LA, Gotham, Miami, and New York,”

Marinette wrote their destinations on the board.

“We can spend two weeks in each place,” Marinette continued. “Leaving us two weeks at the end of break to spend at home. But how much will it cost?”

The club spent the last 45 minutes of the meeting looking up everything they wanted to do. Where they wanted to go, plane ticket costs, passport costs, hotel costs, and the cost to stay at private resteraunts. At the end, their goal price was around 50,000 euros, just to be on the safe side.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “We’ve got a lot of fundraising to do. Meet here tomorrow, and we can discuss different fundraising plans,”

—

Mme. Bustier class had only stayed after school for about ten minutes. They came up with a couple fundraising ideas. Bake sales, car washes, raffles, that kind of thing. They would also earn money from the different school dances.

No one discussed any further for a couple of months.

—

The next day after school, the World Travel Club got back together to plan some of their fundraisers.

“So we’ve got a lot of money to make,” Marinette said. “So we need to get started soon. So what different kinds of fundraisers do you think we could do?”

Bake sales, car washes, raffles, they all knew the normal ones.

“We could always start a go-fund me page,” Chloe said.

The whole club paused.

“That’s a good idea,” Marinette said. “And we could sell different things too. I could make dolls inspired by the heroes,”

“I could give acting lessons!” Zoe piped in.

“I could DJ,” Nino said.

With that, the club got even more ideas. Marinette wrote them all down. She could do commisions just for the trip, Nathaniel and Marc could be commisioned as well, to have people put into their comics. Alya could give blogging lessons. Sabrina agreed to be a tutor. Luka could teach people how to play different instruments. Juleka could do some modeling. Rose could teach people ways to fight negativity.

At the end of the session, the club had come up with lots of ideas.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “We need to get started as soon as possible. What should we start with?”

“It’s not gonna be warm for much longer,” Mirelle pointed out. “Maybe a car wash, and the bake sale could come first,”

“And we could sell cookies at the carwash!” Rose said, clapping her hands together.

“And we could sell water baloons,” Aurore said.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “This Saturday will be pretty hot. Nino, could you bring your DJ stuff and give us music while we work? We could host this at the park!”

“Sure dudette!” Nino said.

The club was in agreement.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “I’ll set up a go-fund me page. Alya, Aurore, you two wouldn’t mind promoting it on your blogs, would you?”

The two girls shook their heads. Then, all the club memebers agreed to promote it on their social media.

When they left, the club members were figuring out how to set up ways to make money.

—

Marinette managed to set the go-fund-me page up within an hour of the meeting ending and sent the link to the members of the club in a big group chat. Within a few minutes, it was on all of their social media, including hers.

To her surprise, the first few donations were large.

A couple thousand was donated by Chloe’s family.

A couple thousand from multiple different celebrities, such as Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, and Audrey (surprisingly, she donated twice).

It was times like these that Marinette forgot she knew so many celebrities.

—

That Saturday, they got set up in the park. Sabrina had gotten them warrants to sell things there, and sure enough, people came.

Marinette had brought with her three dozen dolls. She had Ladybug in both her new and old suit, Beehive, Wild Dragon, Silver Fox, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Queen Bee, Pegasus, Viperion, Ryuko, and one Chat Noir. The dolls were sold for 5 euros a doll.

Marinette had also brought sugar cookies, chocolate chip cookies, macaroons, croissants, and lemonade.

Aurore, Mirelle, and Nathaniel were doing face paint.

The water balloons were a big hit, and all of Marinette’s dolls were sold (except for the Chat Noir one). They ran out of food eventually (despite the massive amount they had), and at the end of the day, they had earned 2,372 euros.

“Why’d you make a Chat Noir doll?” Alya asked as they packed up.

“It was just an experiment,” Marinette said. “The dolls are easy. I only made one Chat Noir though, and as I thought, no one wanted it,”

“What’ll you do with it?” Kagami asked.

Marinette shrugged.

“Leave it in my room,” Marinette said. “With all the other cursed things I’ve made in the past. I have a whole drawer dedicated to it,”

“Woah,” Chloe said.

Marinette chuckled.

—

On Monday, the World Travel Club met up again after school.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “The carwash was a success! This next Saturday will be nice again, so Chloe and I were thinking, what about a pool party at her hotel? There could be a small admission fee, and we could sell treats,”

“So a pool party and a bake sale?” Marc asked.

“Mhm,” Marinette said.

“Sounds sweet!” Nino said, pumping his arms into the air.

“So is there any foods you guys are gonna want to bring?” Marinette asked.

“If we’re doing it at the hotel, I could have my mom make stuff,” Alya said.

“My mom has this amazing cupcake recipe!” Aurore said.

The club went on about different sweets they could bring.

“Alright!” Marinette said. “I can bring in a variety of things as well. I’ve also been working on the dolls, and I’ve been selling them off my Instagram,”

“We’ve had a couple of commisions,” Marc said.

“I’ve got a dozen people for lessons,” Luka said.

The rest of the club went on about their success with lessons.

The club meeting ended early that day, and they went off.

—

Halfway through the week, there was an Akuma attack, and Ladybug needed the cat miraculous.

Adrien was sure Ladybug would come to get him but was horrified when a different hero appeared, using his miraculous.

It was a girl, definitely younger than the others, but not by more than a year. She had medium-length messy blond hair with a green streak, wore what looked to be a black leather jacket, and had black boots with green pawprints. She also had a belt tail, and a hood attached to her jacket.

This new superhero went by the name Kitty Noire.

With her help, the heroes defeated the Akuma.

Ladybug met her in an alleyway after the Akuma was defeated.

“Thank you, Ladybug,” Kitty Noire said, and she removed the ring, detransforming into Zoe.

“Thank you,” Ladybug said. “We definitely needed your help defeating this villain. And though you’d make a great permanent member, having both the Ladybug and the Black Cat miraculous out at the same time is risky,”

“I understand,” Zoe said.

“Whenever I do need you though,” Ladybug said. “I look forward to working with you,”

—

On Saturday, what seemed like half of Paris showed up for the pool party.

The club knew that wasn’t true, but there were more people here than that time the boys threw a party at Adrien’s house.

There were hundreds of people there, including the entire school.

Aurore had brought cupcakes, Alya had brought a variety of muffins, Nathaniel had brought brownies, Mirelle served ice cream, and Marinette had brought a variety of crosspoints, macaroons, and cookies.

Marinette had also brought the dolls again. The single Chat Noir doll wasn’t there, but there were a dozen Kitty Noire dolls.

Kagami was making balloon animals (none of the club members knew she knew how to do that), Nino was playing live music, Nathaniel, Aurore, and Mirele did face paint again, Zoe was performing some skits with Marc, and the group had a bunch of different water toys for the kids.

No one had told people that it was a fundraiser. Chloe had just advertised it as a pool party on her Instagram the previous day. Marinette had told them that the best fundraisers are the ones where people don’t know it’s a fundraiser. Just let people have fun.

The pool party lasted all day. Marinette sold out of dolls again, Kagami ran out of balloons, and they finally ran out of food.

At the end, after everyone left, the club had to clean up. Kagami and Marinette picked up all the balloon pieces that had come from kids accidentally popping the balloon animals, and kids throwing water balloons.

At one point, Marinette tripped, and nearly landed in the pool, but Kagami caught her, and pulled her up, bringing them both a little to close for comfort. Both girls went red.

By the end of the day, they had raised 7,364 euros.

—

By November, the World Travel Club had had 7 fundraisers, from a couple more bake sales and car washes to a haunted house on Halloween.

It was November when Mme. Bustier’s class hosted their first fundraiser.

They had decided on doing a carwash.

They had set up in the school parking lot (after finding it) and played music off of a set of speakers Max had brought.

They only earned 200 euros.

—

“Alright, it’s December,” Marinette said. “Which means we have a prime opportunity. We can do a raffle for gifts, there’s the winter dance, and it’s cold, which means we can sell winter foods,”

“I saw at the winter dance we hand out flyers for the raffle,” Aurore said.

“We could also sell some food!” Rose said.

“Maybe we could sell hot chocolate and candy canes and other stuff under the Eiffel Tower,” Mirelle said.

“Ooo! For the raffle, we could sell some lessons!” Alya said. “Like, I can teach people how to edit videos, Rose can teach some lessons on how to calm yourself down, Luka can teach some more music lessons, that kind of thing,”

“We can also bring in some other items,” Kagami said. “Like the dolls that you’ve been making,”

“Marinette, what if you made some hats and scarves based on the heroes?” Nathaniel said.

“Great idea!” Marinette said.

“We can hold the raffle at the hotel,” Chloe said.

“Thanks, Chlo,” Marinette said. “For the raffle, I could probably bring in some of my designs. What about your personal projects guys?”

It turned out that music lessons were doing great, Rose was a bit overworked with how many people needed help with facing negativity. She and Aurore teamed up and made a Patreon together. Sabrina had a dozen different tutoring gigs with some of the younger kids. Alya had gotten into the swing of things with teaching people how to blog. Nathaniel and Marc were a bit behind on the number of people that wanted to be in their comic. Zoe had gotten quite a few people wanting acting lessons. Nino had lots of gigs every week. Marinette was having great luck with commissions, and the dolls were selling like crazy.

The club’s go-fund-me page was doing okay too. They didn’t get as much as the first few donors, but every euro counted.

—

Every couple of days, a few members of the Club would go to the Eiffel Tower and sell hot chocolate, apple cider, candy canes, and warm popcorn. Each trip only earned them a couple of hundred euros, but they made the trip often.

Meanwhile, the club got stuff ready for their raffle. It wouldn’t just be their school, the raffle was also promoted on their social media.

—

During one Akuma attack, Ladybug realized that the only way to get the akumatized object away from the Akuma was to use the dog miraculous. They couldn’t get close to the object for longer than a second, and couldn’t get far enough to break even if they had managed to grab it.

So Sabrina made her debut as Basset Hound. Her costume had a white top and pants, high black boots, an orange jacket, black gloves, and dog ears that somehow stayed on, the same way Chat Noir’s had, the way Kitty Noire’s did.

The villain was quickly defeated after Baset Hound got close enough to touch the item with her ball, then far enough to summon and break it.

She was only a temporary hero but promised that she would get her miraculous back when she was needed.

Marinette made a new doll.

—

The winter dance was a big deal. However, for some reason the decorations were much cheaper than in years past.

In all honesty, Lila had nearly forgotten to get decorations.

The World Travel Club were all sporting outfits designed by Marinette, outfits they had commissioned her for months ago. They didn’t end up paying the full price though, as Marinette gave a half off discount to her friends.

The club handed out flyers and took alternating turns handling the sweets Marinette had brought.

Much of the school was interested in the raffle the club would have in a few days. Of course, no one in Mme. Bustier’s class had been given a flyer.

It was at this dance that Alya and Nino picked up on all the romantic tension, and the two made bets with Luka on who would get together first, and who would get together last.

Within half an hour of the dance starting, Rose asked Juleka to dance. They were surprised when the music switched to a slow song (Nino had requested it) and were both bright red when the dance was over.

Halfway through the dance, Nathaniel and Marc asked each other to dance at the same time, and both went red with embarrassment. They did trance together for a bit, before excusing themselves.

20 minutes after the Nathaniel/Marc incident, Chloe asked Sabrina to dance. The two danced well together but were both red by the end.

It was only when there were ten minutes left that Kagami and Marinette danced. Neither of them had asked each other, they had just happened to be dancing near each other when a slow song came on and ended up dancing together, though both were bright red the entire song. The two excused themselves at the end and left the dance.

At this point, students were starting to leave. The entire World Travel Club was gone. However, with five minutes left, Mme. Bustier’s class mentioned the raffle for the first time. Over half the students had left, and only a few of the students still there had money and were interested.

At the end, Mme. Bustier’s class made only 200 euros.

—

A few days later, Chloe’s hotel was busy. There were quite a few celebrities waiting for the raffle, along with countless other Parisians.

Most of the club had brought cards for lessons with them, though Nathaniel was also selling a painting, and of course, Marinette had brought a complete set of her little dolls, which had been selling great off her Instagram. She had also brought a couple of original hats and scarves (when asked why she didn’t bring any dresses or something like that, she admitted that they needed to be able to be worn by anyone).

The raffle was a great hit. To no one’s surprise, the stuff Marinette had brought sold the best, with some of her things being a constant back and forth between the celebrities.

The raffle was the club's best fundraiser yet, bringing in 10,378 euros.

—

“Guys, we’ve made over half our goal!” Marinette said.

The club cheered.

“Alright,” Marinette said. “We’ll need to have everything paid for by the start of May, which leaves us with five months to earn 20,000 euros. We can do this!”

The club cheered again.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Chloe asked.

“Let’s take a break for a month,” Marinette said. “Just for January, then we’ll fundraise like crazy again come February, alright?”

The club agreed. It had been a crazy couple of months, they could use a break to focus on other things.

—

“We’ve only made 400 euros,” Lila said to the class. “What’re we doing wrong?”

None of the class had an answer for her.

“We just need a really good fundraiser,” Lila said, thinking out loud. “Any ideas?”

“We’ve always been great with bake sales,” Ivan mentioned.

“A bake sale!” Lila said. “That’s perfect! Let’s have it next Saturday! Everyone, make something and we’ll have the bake sale outside the front of the school!”

“Alright, class,” Mme. Bustier said. “All of you need to bring something,”

—

The bake sale was a disaster.

None of the kids were good at making sweets, which resulted in a lot of burnt food. Only some of the food was edible.

However, thanks to one batch of perfect brownies, they managed to make 300 euros. The class was proud of that.

“I don’t understand,” Lila said at the end. “What did we do wrong? Don’t people want to help kids?”

The class surveyed the remaining food.

“There aren’t any pastries,” Alix realized. “Marinette didn’t bring anything. Actually… I don’t think Alya, Chloe, Rose, Juleka, Sabrina, or Nino brought anything. They didn’t even come,”

“I thought I made it clear that everyone needed to bring something,” Mme. Bustier said. “I’ll be talking to them on Monday,”

—

“Were we supposed to bring something?” Marinette quipped.

Mme. Bustier had been fuming when she came into the classroom and had practically yelled at them, questioning why half her class hadn’t brought in treats for the bake sale.

“You kicked me off this trip,” Marinette said, “And they aren’t coming either. Did we not tell you we weren’t fundraising?”

The class hadn’t realized they hadn’t been to any of the fundraisers the entire year.

“It would be the right thing to do to help fundraise either way,” Mme. Bustier said.

“No,” Marinette said. “I’m not helping to fundraise for a trip that I’m not going on,”

“Marinette, please, you’ve always been the best at fundraising!” Alix said.

“No,” Marinette said. “I’m not helping. Besides, I’m busy,”

Marinette’s tone made it perfectly clear.

She wasn’t going to budge on this. And if she wouldn’t, her friends would either.

—

February rolled around, and the World Travel Club decided to host a dance for Valentine's Day. They used a ballroom at Chloe’s hotel, and Marinette convinced Nadja to publicize the event on TV, all she had to do was babysit Manon for free for a few days.

The admission fee was only a couple of euros, and Marinette’s parents provided the catering. Her parents got to keep half of the income that came from the food.

Nino was in charge of the music. He would alternate between slow dances and fast ones.

The majority of the people that came were adults, but there were some kids that came as well, including some of their classmates.

The World Travel Club hadn’t publicized the dance as a fundraiser, but rather a fun event. People came to have fun, and spend time with their spouses.

At one point during the dance, Marinette noticed her parents were looking out at the dance floor longingly.

“I can take over for a bit,” Marinette said. “You two go dance,”

“Are you sure?” her mom asked.

Marinette sighed, grabbed Kagami’s hand, and dragged Kagami back with her.

“Here,” Marinette said. “Kagami can help,”

Her parents still looked skeptical, but they removed their aprons and went out to the floor to dance. Luckily they’d been wearing nice clothes under their aprons that day.

“Here,” Marinette said, handing her mom’s apron to Kagami. “I brought my own, and my dad’s is huge,”

Kagami seemed hesitant to put on the apron.

“Kagami, do you want to get your dress dirty?” Marinette asked.

Kagami flushed and shook her head. She’d commissioned Marinette for the dress three weeks ago when the club came up with the idea to host a dance. A majority of the club was just reusing outfits, but Kagami had wanted another one. Her mother had also insisted.

Kagami pulled the apron on and tied it back.

“Now what do we do?” Kagami asked.

“Whenever people come back for food, we offer them a tray,” Marinette said. She grabbed some stretchy gloves from under the table. The table was covered in a table cloth to hide all the boxes of extra food underneath. “Occasionally, we’ll have to refill the snacks or people drinks,”

Aurore walked over.

“Wait, I thought your parents were handling the treats,” Aurore said, looking at Marinette.

“They wanted to join the dance,” Marinette said.

“Oh,” Aurore chuckled. “Alright. Can you refill my glass? Sparkling apple cider,”

Marinette located the bottle under the table and poured it flawlessly.

“Thanks,” Aurore said, and she walked away.

“Refills are free,” Marinette said.

“Oh, right,” Kagami said.

The two were in charge of the treats for another half hour. At one point, Lila and Adrien walked back and were confused about why they were there.

“Why are you two handling this?” Lila asked. “You didn’t throw this dance, did you?”

“My parents were catering,” Marinette said, “But I took over for a bit so they could dance,”

Lila and Adrien seemed to accept this, not noticing Marinette didn’t answer the second question. The two left.

A few minutes later, Marinette’s parents came back to take over, and shooed the girls away, insisting they dance.

When another slow song came on, the two girls flushed but started to dance together.

“Hi Marinette,” Alya said.

Marinette and Kagami looked over and saw Alya and Nino dancing together.

“Who’s manning the music?” Kagami asked.

“No one,” Nino said. “I’ve got a couple of slow songs lined up, so I can leave for a bit to dance with my girlfriend,”

Marinette laughed.

“Okay you two,” Marinette said. “You can go now,”

Alya and Nino smirked as they danced away.

The dance ended at 3 in the morning.

The tickets hadn’t cost much, the food hadn’t cost much, but because of the sheer number of people that came, the Club earned 8,903 euros, even after splitting the food money with Marinette’s parents.

—

“Alright guys,” Marinette said. “The dance was super successful,” “We were genuinely surprised,” Chloe said.

“Anyway, we still have 4 months until June,” Marinette said. “We still need to raise about a thousand euros, but we have enough to start placing reservations. Chloe, Alya, Kagami, and I can handle those, but we need to know where you want to go. So…”

Marinette flipped the whiteboard over to the blank side, or what used to be blank. She had written out the five different locations at the very top.

“We’ll write down what we want to do in each location,” Marinette said. “I think the order we should go in should be New York, Gotham City, Miami, LA, and then Hawaii. What do you guys think?”

The club agreed. That order made the most sense, and ending everything with relaxing in Hawaii sounded great.

“Alright,” Marinette said. She gave Chloe a marker as well, though Chloe was confused as Marinette still had hers. “Start talking about everywhere you want to go,”

Chloe figured out quickly why she was there too. There were so many ideas that it was a miracle they got everything down on the board.

After ten minutes of spitballing, the club worked on finalizing everything.

When Marinette and Chloe finally finished organizing everything, they got a question.

“What about permission from the school board?”

Marinette glanced back at Alya.

“Huh?” Marinette asked.

“We need permission from the school board for this trip,” Alya said. “And with the cost of the trip, it’ll take a while to get it,”

Marinette smiled.

“Why do you think I called the club meeting on a Tuesday instead of Monday?” Marinette asked. She pulled up something on her phone and broadcasted it to the screen in the room.

An email with permission.

“When did you get that?” Aurore asked.

“I sent in the request form as soon as we finalized our locations,” Marinette said. “They said they were waiting for proof we could make the money to go first. After the dance, I emailed them again, and they got back to me yesterday after school. The only thing we have left to do is to raise the last thousand euros, get a few chaperones, and book everything,”

The club cheered at its success.

“Anyway, we’ve finalized our schedule,” Marinette said. “And there will still be plenty of free time in case we wind up with other things happening,”

Marinette, Chloe, Kagami, and Alya locked eyes for a split second, then Marinette went back to addressing the club.

“All we need now are a few fundraisers,” Marinette said. “Any ideas?”

“Can we do another bake sale?” Mirelle asked.

“I guess we can later,” Marinette said.

“Wait, a game arcade near my house recently closed because the owners are too old to run it anymore,” Marc said. “Maybe I could convince them to lend it to us for the day?”

“That sounds great Marc!” Marinette said. “Can you text us all as soon as you have info?”

Marc nodded.

“We could do another carwash in May,” Zoe said. “We’ll probably have made all the money we need to, but having a bit extra wouldn’t hurt, especially if it’ll help us get a jump start next year,”

Zoe knew that the majority of the club would be in High School, no, lycée (she kept forgetting the french terms) next year, but Marinette had promised that the club would be for both middle and high school (or collège and lycée). At least, it would be for the school they would all go to, as it was a blend of middle and high school (ugh! Collège and lycée!)

“Good point,” Marinette said. “Anything else?”

The club could only think of more bake sales or raffles. Marinette agreed to the bake sale but said one raffle was enough, even though it had been incredibly successful.

“We’ve been bringing in a lot of money from our personal things,” Marinette pointed out. “Add together the fundraisers, our personal jobs, and the go-fund-me page, and we’ve got less than a thousand euros to make,”

“We all know your dolls are doing the best,” Chloe said, elbowing Marinette.

It was true. Marinette found herself selling thousands of dolls a week, and had employed the help of Kagami, Alya, and Chloe in making them every week, as she couldn’t keep up with the demand herself (it had required a big crash course on how to sew, and she left the girls with the easier dolls to make).

“Regardless, we’ll probably all keep up with these after the summer is done, correct?” Marinette asked.

The entire club nodded.

The person with possibly the second-best business would be Rose. Paris was attacked by Akumas often, and having someone there to help you learn how to move past the negative emotions was fantastic.

Of course, Marinette still hoped to make something so people could express negative emotions freely, as bottling them up made people feel worse. Some of the worst akumas came from people who had bottle up their emotions for too long.

The third best was surprisingly Marc and Nathaniel.

They wrote new chapters in their comic about different akumas often, and with their business started, people started commissioning them to become the Akuma of the chapter.

After the Chat Noir incident, Marc and Nathaniel had written a chapter solely focusing on Ladybug and Chat Noir, and their relationship. At the end of it, there was Ladybug walking away alone, with the ring in her hand, and Chat Noir at the end of a dark alley, not visible.

Sabrina and Luka got fourth and fifth most popular, working with several people a week.

Of course, the entire club had gotten a boost in their social media following, with people following the progress of their trip.

“Alright,” Marinette said. She took a picture of the whiteboard. “That ends today’s meeting. Chloe, Alya, Kagami, and I will meet at my place to place the reservations. Marc, get back to us on the arcade, and we’ll see you guys this Saturday for the bake sale,”

The club meeting ended, and the four girls headed over to Marinette’s place.

“Hey, how’s that… side project coming?” Chloe asked.

Marinette sighed.

“I still can figure out how to make something to block Akumas,” Marinette said. “Alya, any work on tracking Hawkmoth?”

Alya nodded with a smile.

“He’s rich,” Alya said.

The girls stared at her as they arrived in Marinette’s room.

“What?” Kagami asked.

Alya pulled out her phone, and pulled up a map.

“The general radius of where we assume the Akumas come from is right around the richest neighborhood in Paris,” Alya said. “Not only that, but with the amount of times Hawkmoth has akumatized someone in the middle of a school and working day, he’s either someone really poor and has no job, or someone really rich and can afford to slack off. Aurore and I figured out that he’s definitely rich, as the only Akuma to ever be associated with money was Bob, and the guy just wants money. We also figured out that he seems to either work from home, or have no job, as the location never changes,”

“So he’s a rich idiot who never leaves his house and slacks off at work,” Chloe said.

The four girls locked eyes.

“That sounds like Gabriel Agreste,” Kagami said.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Chloe said.

“That was Aurore and my conclusion,” Alya said.

The three looked at Marinette, who swallowed.

“The only contradiction is that Gabriel Agreste has been akumatized,” Marinette said.

“He has?” Chloe asked.

Marinette nodded.

“Last year,” Marinette said. “Me and… Chat, were investigating him. This was when Adrien got pulled from school, right after Volpina,”

“Oh wait, was this about that book of his Adrien lost?” Chloe asked.

Marinette nodded.

“But uh…” Marinette said. “There’s more evidence about him than just what Alya came up with,”

Marinette walked over to her computer and booted it up. Alya noted that the Adrien wallpaper was gone, replaced with her signature and the flowers she always used.

Marinette pulled up multiple pictures from the house.

“One of the Gabriel brand icons is a butterfly,” Marinette said.

The girls leaned in closer, and realized Marinette was right.

“And…” Marinette said. “The book he lost is the miraculous grimoire,”

Kagami, Chloe, and Alya exchanged a glance.

“Gabriel is definitely a suspect,” Alya said. “I’m gonna-”

“Don’t make a post!” Marinette said quickly. “If Hawkmoth finds out, he’ll do everything in his power to try and convince us otherwise. Tikki?”

Tikki flew out of Marinette's purse, holding a cookie.

“Can Hawkmoth akumatize himself?” Marinette asked.

Tikki frowned, and stuffed the rest of her cookie into her mouth.

“I’m not sure,” Tikki said. “I haven’t spoken to Nooroo in so long. But it’s definitely possible,”

“And there’s also Mayura,” Kagami said. “There’s a high chance she knows Hawkmoth’s identity, and could’ve used the miraculous herself,”

Marinette nodded.

“As of right now, Gabriel is our top suspect,” Marinette said.

Alya found the tablet that Marinette had gotten from Master Fu and pulled up the grimoire.

“I think you can probably create something to protect us from negative emotions with sheer will,” Alya said.

Marinette blinked.

“Uh…” Marinette tried to process what she said. “Can we talk about this… after we make reservations?”

Alya laughed.

“Of course girl,” Alya said.

—

Two hours and many confused phone calls later (the girls struggled a bit to place reservations because they were teenagers, but figured out that as long as they promised to have an adult with them at the locations they could place them) the girls had placed all reservations and had most of the plane tickets bought. Now all they needed was the plane tickets for their return flight, and passports needed to be bought.

Marc texted the group chat, saying they had secured the arcade, and it would be available in two weeks.

Marinette reminded everyone to get their passports soon.

The four girls were exhausted.

“Have you had to do this before?” Alya asked Marinette and Chloe.

Chloe shook her head, but Marinette hesitated.

“It was technically Mme. Bustier’s job,” Marinette said. “But that doesn’t mean she didn’t try to push it to me, before I reminded her that, as a minor, I wasn’t able to do it,”

“Goodness,” Alya said, shaking her head. “Yeah, Mme. Bustier sucks. Especailly compared to all my other teachers from past schools. But anyway, back to what I said two hours ago, I think you can make the thing to block Akumas,”

“How?” Marinette asked.

“You have the power of creation,” Alya reminded her. “Just think about what you want to create,”

Marinette sighed.

“Alright, I can try,” Marinette said. “Tikki, spots on,”

She was covered in pink light, and then stood as Ladybug.

Ladybug closed her eyes, and pictured what she needed. She grabbed her yo-yo and opened it. She reached into it, and pulled out a large handful of jewelry.

“Woah,” Kagami said.

Ladybug opened her eyes.

“Spots off,”

Marinette looked at the jewelry she had created from nothing.

“Those look amazing!” Chloe said.

“How many are there?” Alya asked.

Marinette quickly counted them.

“12,” Marinette said. She looked them over. “And they’re all unique,”

“How come?” Kagami asked.

Marinette took a closer look.

“I think they’re for the club,” Marinette said. “They all look like they were hand made by me, but are personalized for each club member. This necklace has an umbrella and an A, this one has a storm cloud and an M, this bracelet has a rose, this ring has a pen and an M-” “We get the picture,” Chloe said. “But why the club?”

Marinette thought about it.

“You guys are my only friends,” Marinette said. “I might be able to make more in the future, but I don’t think they’d be as powerful, because these ones are for my friends,”

The three girls hugged Marinette.

“So when will you give them to the club?” Kagami asked.

“Once we reach our goal,” Marinette said. “It shouldn’t take long. Now, as long as you guys are here, can you help me make some more-” BOOM!

The four looked out the window, nearly snapping their necks.

“Tikki, spots on,”

“Pollen, buzz on,”

“Trixx, let’s pounce,” “Longg, bring the storm,” The four superheroes jumped out the balcony, and hurried toward the akuma, the new jewelry having been slipped into Marinette’s purse.

—

As it turned out, the akuma was ridiculously hard to defeat.

“Ugh, why can’t we knock some sense into this guy?!” Beehive complained, needing to dodge yet again.

“That’s it!” Ladybug said. “You guys keep him busy, I’ll be right back,”

“Keep him busy?!” Wild Dragon said. “That’s what we’ve been doing!”

Ladybug hurriedly flew away, a found Juleka.

Weeks ago, Marinette had drawn up a plan of who she could and couldn’t trust with a miraculous, and which Miraculous they’d be best fit for. Juleka had made that list, with the tiger miraculous. In fact, the who World Travel Club had made the list.

“Juleka!” Ladybug said.

“Ladybug?” Juleka asked softly, turning around.

“I need your help,” Ladybug said, grabbing the tiger miraculous out of her yo-yo.

“Wha-?” “Juleka Couffaine, this is the miraculous of the tiger, which grants the power of exaltation, you will use it for the greater good,” Ladybug said.

Juleka hesitantly picked up the miraculous.

After a couple minutes, Juleka agreed to use the miraculous.

“Roarr! Stripe on!”

—

Ladybug rejoined her tea with a new hero, Purple Tigress.

Purple Tigress was able to punch some sense into the akuma (literally), and the group managed to defeat the akuma.

Juleka returned her miraculous, and Ladybug and her group returned to Marinette’s.

“Time to design a new doll,” Marinette said with a smile.

Her friends laughed.

—

The bake sale had gone well, but they were still just short of their goal.

On that Saturday, they all arrived at the arcade. They had publicized all over Paris, and even on the news, that the arcade would be opening for one last time.

Somehow, Aurore had gotten Taco Bell to sponsor the event. Mirelle had gotten McDonalds to sponsor them as well.

Young kids and adults alike came in, enjoying time on the old machines that were filled with nostalgia for the adults.

Taco Bell and McDonalds were delivering orders for people, and the club brought them to the people who ordered them.

After having the arcade open for 12 hours, they finally closed up. Taco Bell and McDonalds each gave the club a check for 100 euros, and the club members got to work removing the euros from the machines. Then came the long process of counting them.

“49,997, 49,998, 49,999-” Marinette gasped, “50,000!”

The club erupted into cheers, and Chloe quickly counted the remaining with Kagami.

“And we have over 1,000 extras!” Chloe said.

The club erupted into cheers again.

“We did it,” Zoe said in a daze. “We actually did it,”

“And we’re still gonna do more fundraisers,” Marinette said. “They’re fun,”

The club could agree with her on that. Hard and long to set up? Sometimes. But they had been a blast.

“But anyway, guys,” Marinette said. “I have a gift to celebrate reaching our goal,”

Marinette pulled a dozen small boxes out of her purse. They were all hand decorated, and each had a different name on them. Marinette gave everyone their box, and Chloe, Kagami, and Alya feigned intrest, like they didn’t know what was in the box.

“Open them!” Marinette said, opening hers.

Everyone gasped when they opened theirs.

Aurore and Mirelle had beautifu necklaces. Zoe had a pretty ring. Rose had a bracelet, Juleka had an ornate hair pin, Marc and Nathaniel had bracelets, Nino had a stretcy bracelet, Chloe had a stylish choker, Kagami had a bracelet that matched her choker and ring, Alya had pendant necklace, and Marinette had a choker.

“They’re- they’re beautiful!” Rose said. She rushed forward and hugged Marinette. “Thank you thank you thank you!”

Everyone put on the jewelry, swearing to never take it off. They all noticed the small details that fit them.

“How long have you been working on these?” Zoe asked.

“A few weeks,” Marinette said. “I was waiting until we reached our goal to give them to you guys,”

The club chattered excitedly about their new jewelry as they left the arcade.

“Oh, Marc, I never asked,” Marinette said. “How did you convince the old owners to let us borrow the arcade?”

Marc shrugged.

“I offered to watch their hamster,” Marc said.

Marc left, running to catch up with Nathaniel.

—

Mme. Bustier class was a bit worried. They were significantly short on the amount of money they needed to make for their trip.

“I just don’t understand our bad luck,” Kim said. “Why are we struggling this year?”

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Alix said. “Marinette planned all past fundraisers, and Chloe just paid for them with her dad’s money. Without either of them, we’re struggling. And very much doubt Adrien’s dad will pay a hefty price to go on this trip,”

“We just have to fundraiser harder,” Lila said. “Let’s have another bake sale. We’ll tell people we’re fundraising for a school trip. That’ll help, right?”

“But all the food was trash last time,” Kim said.

“We can get store bought stuff and have our parents make it,” Lila said. “And Madam Bustier? Can you bring stuff too?” “Of course,” Mme. Bustier said.

So it was agreed.

—

Marinette, Alya, Kagami, and Chloe finished placing their reservations, a whole 3 months before they were going to leave.

It was agreed upon by the club that, over their break of fundraising, ¼ of the income fro their personal business would go back to funding the club, and the remaining ¾ would be kept for themselves.

Marinette’s dolls were incredibly popular, and she was earning a lot.

Rose was more popular than ever, with akumas attacking more frequently. She had started to live stream sessions.

Luka was finding himself nearly completely booked after school.

Nathaniel and Marc struggled to keep up with commissions, and wound up backed up weeks. They promised their readers that they would do their best, and that the commissions would be drawn, it was just taking a while.

“Goodness, I never thought we’d be so busy,” Marinette said, sketching a commission.

“Espeshily you,” Chloe said. “You’ve got two different commission sites, which include you getting commissions from celebrities, the dolls, being co-president of the World Travel Club, and you’re Ladybug. It’s… honestly a miracle you aren’t dying,”

“Yeah, uh, are you okay girl?” Alya asked.

“A little overworked,” Marinette admitted.

“Marinette? How do your two separate commission sites work?” Kagami asked.

“Oh,” Marinette said. “Technically I only have one, but when people commissioning me finish their meeting, and I show them the sketch, they choose between funding me, or the club. It’s one of the options when they pay. They choose twice. So sometimes, I’ll earn half the money for me personally, and half for the club,”

“That’s cool,” Alya said. “I was wondering what that option meant,”

“Lots of people don’t know the difference,” Marinette admitted. “It defaults on the funding me part,”

The four heard an Akuma in the distance.

“Crud,” Marinette said, looking down at her sketch. “We gotta make this fast, I’m due to meet with this person online in 20 minutes, and I’m not quite done yet,”

The four transformed, and hurried out.

—

“Really? Gigantitan?” Ladybug said, she, Beehive, and Wild Dragon flying around.

The four heroes fought the giant baby for a couple minutes, but quickly realized they couldn’t get very close to the baby without it attempting to grab them.

“I’m sure there’s some really cool complex way to defeat him,” Ladybug said after five minutes. “But we’re in a time crunch. Be right back!”

Ladybug flew away, and it wasn’t hard for the other heroes to distract Gigantitan.

Ladybug located Rose, and after the whole “meet your kwami” thing and miraculous rant, Ladybug and a new pig hero were racing back to the fight.

“Gift!” Pigella said, activating her power.

The false image of baby August eating a lollie-pop distracted the baby long enough for Ladybug to grab and destroy the akumatized object. She fixed Paris, and went to retrieve Pigella’s miraculous.

“You didn’t really need me, did you?” Rose asked, handing the anklet to Ladybug.

“I’m in a time crunch,” Ladybug admitted. “But you did great,”

Ladybug flew off.

The four girls landed in Marinette’s room and their transformations fell. Marinette quickly got to sketching, then asked her friends to leave the room and get treats while she talked to the person.

“Why?” Chloe asked.

“Privacy reasons,” Marinette said sheepishly.

The girls shrugged, and went to get some snacks, closing the trapdoor behind them. Once the meeting was done, Marinette would open it.

—

Five minutes later, Marinette had earned herself 300 euros. The commissioner had been in love with her sketch, and the ideas for the dress.

Marinette leaned back, then opened the trapdoor, and got back to her desk.

“Working on a Pigella doll?” Alya asked as she, Kagami, and Chloe walked in with a plate full of macaroons,”

Marinette spun around and grabbed 5 macaroons, and nodded.

Her friends laughed as Marinette stuffed all five macaroons into her mouth, and got back to sketching the doll pattern.

—

The class held their bake sale at the park.

The food was definitely better this time around, and holding it in the park meant that there were a lot of kids around that saw the sweets, and convinced their parents to get them food.

In the end, the class earned 912 euros. They were incredibly proud.

—

The class only had one more fundraiser, and brought in 500 euros.

The World Travel Club held a couple more, and with the constant funding coming from their side projects, by the time the end of May rolled around, they had earned 7,000 bonus euros.

One day, the class was discussing their plans for their trip to LA.

“I wanna see the golden gate bridge!” Mylene said.

“I wanna jump off the golden gate bridge,” Kim said.

The class laughed at that.

“Oh, did you guys make enough to go to LA?” Marinette asked.

The class turned to her.

“We’ve earned over 2,000!” Lila said. “What have you done all year?”

Alya, Marinette, Kagami, and Chloe exchanged looks, then burst into laughter.

“Only 2,000?” Marinette asked. “Have you even made any reservations?”

“Or purchased tickets?” Alya asked.

“Or passports?” Chloe asked.

“Or gotten permission from the school board?” Kagami said.

The entire class flushed.

“W-we-!” Lila started. “No, but we will soon,”

“When?” Marinette asked. “Break’s in two weeks,”

“You can’t get a trip to LA approved in that time frame,” Alya added.

“And you can’t even afford plane tickets with that amount of money,” Chloe said, horrifying the class. “At best you can afford, like, a themepark. A cheap one,”

Lila struggled to speak.

“W-well… at least we’re going on a trip!” Lila said. “What are you gonna do?”

Marinette and her friends all stood up straight.

“We’re headed to five different locations with the World Travel Club,” Marinette said.

The class gawked at her, then burst out laughing.

“You can’t afford that!” Lila said.

“And I doubt you have permission,” Kim said.

“Actually, we’ve had permission for months,” Marinette said.

“And we’ve earned over 50,000 euros,” Chloe said.

The following silence was deafening.

“Fi-fifty…” Lila muttered.

“…thousand?” Mylene squeaked.

“Mhm,” Marinette nodded. “We’ll be leaving the day after the end of year dance. By the way, Mylene, Ivan, your commissions are done. You can pick them up later,”

Mylene and Ivan nodded, grateful. They had saved up all year to pay for something of Marinette’s to wear to the end of year dance after what happened last year.

Marinette and her friends sat down.

“Our trip is ruined,” Alix muttered.

“Marinette, surely you and your… club can let us join you, right?” Adrien asked. “Let us-”

“No,” Marinette said, pulling out her sketchbook.

“Marinette, please, be the bigger person,” Mme. Bustier said.

“No.” Marinette said, glaring at her teacher. “You have dug your grave, and now you must lie in it. You didn’t fundraise, you didn’t have a goal, and you weren’t prepared. You’ll be lucky to get a school trip,”

“You’re a horrible teacher,” Alya said. “Marinette having to plan field trips last year… that’s your job. You’re also supposed to help fundraise, and you don’t make the victims of bullies apologize! I’m glad we’re graduating, because then we won’t have to see you ever again,”

Mme. Bustier was shocked. All her students had loved her, why would Alya say something like that?

“I regret transferring here,” Kagami said. “I only picked this school because Marinette attends it. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone,”

The class fell silent.

“Well? Are you gonna start class or what?” Chloe complained.

“O- oh! Right. Yes…” Mme. Bustier said.

—

The end of year dance wasn’t bad, but probably because every class in the school had to help set it up.

The next day, the World Travel Club left as planned.

They first stayed in a prestigious hotel in New York City. The club went all around the city, to all of the typical tourist destinations (somehow Marinette got them onto the torch of the Statue of Liberty).

Somehow, the club ran into the Avengers, and after Kagami managed to hit it off with Black Widow, the club got invited up to the Avengers Tower. They got a tour around the tower (taking selfies at every possible moment), then came across Thor.

Thor found the club amusing, and challenged them to try and lift his hammer.

Marinette started to record with her phone, and watched as her fellow club members tried (and failed) to lift the hammer. It was hilarious to watch.

Marinette was last, handing her phone off to Alya. Alya, Chloe, Kagami, and Marinette figured that Marinette would probably surprise everyone. Marinette didn’t even attempt to use two hands at first. She grabbed the handle with one hand, and picked it up effortlessly.

The tower stared at her in shock.

“It’s terribly balanced,” Marinette said.

“That’s what Vision said,” Thor recalled. “But I must take you to Asgard with me!”

“No thanks,” Marinette said.

The entire interaction was caught on video, and Marinette posted it later that night with the caption “I am worthy?!”

By the end of the visit, the club members had gotten the Avengers phone numbers.

The club spent two weeks touring even more places, and watching a couple of Broadway shows.

They then got on their plane headed to Gotham City.

—

Everyone was talking about the club’s trip. Everyone.

Mme. Bustier’s former class was jealous. Their former classmates were touring America! All they had gotten was a lousy two hour trip to some theme park no one could care to remember the name of.

They screamed when they saw all the pictures of the club members hanging out with the Avengers. Some of them cracked their phones when they saw Marinette pick up Thor’s hammer.

And summer was only just starting.

—

Gotham City was a crime haven. The club was a bit nervous, but they had gotten a secure hotel.

I’m their second say in the city, they met the Batfam, who insisted on flaunting meeting them so they wouldn’t be showed up by the Avengers.

So the club got pictures with every member of the Batfam, and even got to sit in the Batmobile.

The third day they met Superman, and all got to be flown around in pairs. Alya and Nino had been first, and picked all the pairs. After Alya and Nino was Rose and Juleka, then Marc and Nathaniel, then Chloe and Sabrina, then Marinette and Kagami, then Aurore and Mirelle, then Zoe and Luka.

There was a lot of blushing.

At the end of the two weeks, the club had met (and gotten pictures with) all the superheroes and villains.

The club got on their next plane.

—

The former class was in horror. The club had met all sorts of heroes, and even villains! Why were they so popular?!

There were multiple akumas, but nothing a little superheroes and horse miraculous couldn’t fix.

—

Miami was the next tour stop. The club spent the first day just touring, and walking around on the boardwalk.

The second day the spent fishing.

All day.

Marinette was having bad luck and couldn’t seem to catch a fish for ages.

When she finally did, it took her 15 minutes to reel it in. It ended up being a 15 pound Jack Crevall.

They hung out at the ocean the third day, and even went surfing.

They spent the fourth day souvenir shopping.

Over the next couple of days, they explored Miami, and went on some cool tours (like an alligator tour).

The club then spent a couple days exploring Disney World, Universal Studios, and grabbing every possible souvenir. Marinette had managed to get them passes so they could skip the long lines.

The entire club got sorted into different hogwarts houses when they went to Universal Studios, and they got wands.

Griffindor consisted of: Nino.

Nino was annoyed he was alone.

Ravenclaw consisted of: Marinette (to no ones surprise), Alya (also to no one’s surprise), Juleka, and Marc.

Slytherin consisted of: Chloe (to absolutely no one’s surprise), Kagami (also to no one’s surprise), Nathaniel (everyone was surprised by that), Aurore, and Zoe.

Hufflepuff consisted of: Sabrina (the club was expecting this), Mirelle, Luka (no one was surprised), and Rose (no one was surprised).

The club was surprised that Slytherin had the most people in it.

Everyone got robes and wands, and they spent the rest of the day getting souvenirs and going on rides.

At the end of the two weeks, and after a lot more shopping, the club got on their next flight.

—

Mme. Bustier class was speechless.

Sure, the club hadn’t met any more superheroes, but they still went to Universal Studios! And Disney World!

The classmates would need to talk to the club members when they got back to school.

—

LA was next.

Chloe had gotten them premiere movie tickets, and they got meet several movie stars. At one point in the week, they even got to go to Hollywood!

The club spent a lot of time shopping while in LA, and everyone ended up meeting their favorite actor.

Zoe got an internship, and wound up getting into a movie.

After the intense weeks were over, with Zoe filming a movie on and off, with the club members being background extras and Chloe playing the roll of the older sister that died at the beginning, the club was excited for their next location.

—

LA.

They went to LA?!

Mme. Bustier’s class was in shock. That was where they wanted to go!

Strangely though, there would be a couple of days of silence on the social meda, then pictures of the club getting souvenirs.

What happened in LA?

—

Hawaii was the most peaceful place on the trip.

Everyone had fun hanging out on the resort, and going scuba diving.

The final two weeks of the trip were the most peaceful.

Well, they would be even more peaceful if Alya and Nino weren’t pushing, trying to get all their ships to get together.

Rose and Juleka were the easiest. They were already super close, and didn’t take much pushing for Rose to finally kiss Juleka and ask her out (Chloe, Alya, and Marinette got a dozen photos).

Nathaniel and Marc were a bit more difficult. Alya and Nino forced them to sit next to eachother at every possible opportunity.

Finally, at the end of the first week, the two kissed (everyone got pictures of that).

Chloe and Sabrina were even harder. Finally, as the two weeks were coming to an end, Alya determined that the only way to get them together was to shut them in the hotel room together.

Four hours later, Chloe and Sabrina had finally kissed.

Luka won the bet (and 50 euros from each Alya and Nino).

By the end of the trip, they still hadn’t gotten Marigami together.

But everyone got on the plane anyway, with tons of souvenirs each from each city they had gone to (though, no one had more stuff than Chloe), and returned home.

—

As soon as Mme. Bustier’s class realized the group was in Hawaii, they thought they were done. Hawaii was much more chill than the other places-

Wait, when did Rose and Juleka become a thing?!

Wait, is that Marc and Nathaniel?!

WAIT, CHLOE AND SABRINA?!

The class waited, but only saw more pictures of scuba diving, Marinette and Kagami fighting sharks at one point, and souvenir shopping.

The class anxiously awaited seeing the club again.

—

The club retrieved their luggage from the baggage claim, and returned to their houses, all intending on sleeping for five days.

However, after only sleeping for a couple hours, Marinette’s phone buzzed. She sleepily opened her texting app.

It was Mylene.

Mylene: Can I talk with you?

Marinette groggily responded.

Marinette: Later

Marinette: Too tired to talk

Marinette shut her phone off, and went back to sleep.

—

Mylene stared at her phone.

“Did you reach Marientte?” her boyfriend asked.

“Yeah…?” Mylene said. “She told me we’d talk later. She’s tired. I guess their flight back landed recently. I’ll contact her later,”

“Oh, yeah,” Ivan said. “Jet lag. They were just in Hawaii,”

Mylene nodded.

“What do you think happened in LA?” Ivan asked. “Their social medias went silent for long stretches of time,”

Mylene scrolled down on the social media.

“My guess,” Mylene said. “They were in LA, near Hollywood, with Zoe, who’s an incredible actress. Maybe she got a roll in a movie and she couldn’t take pictures because of that,”

“Do you think it’s possible for someone her age to get a roll in a movie?” Ivan asked.

Mylene shrugged.

“Emma Watson got the roll of Hermione at 10 or 11,” Mylene pointed out.

“Oh, yeah,” Ivan said.

—

Two days after they got home, Marinette finally was able to walk around. She’d been frustrated with Hawkmoth still sending out Akumas, but that was to be expected.

She finally remembered the text that Mylene had sent.

Marinette: Oh shoot sorry

Marinette: If you want to talk I’ll be at the park

Mylene: I’ll be there!

Mylene: Is it alright if I bring Ivan?

Marinette hesitated. Mylene had been passive, but Ivan had been a cross between passively standing there, and picking on her.

Then again, the worst he had done was shut the door in front of her.

Marinette: Sure

Marinette slipped her phone into her purse, and pulled her hair back into twin braids. She was headed to lycée, she should wear her hair differently for the first time in ages.

Marinette walked out of the bakery, and into the park. She played with the charm on her necklace, the necklace that protected her from negative emotions.

A couple minutes later, Mylene and Ivan showed up.

“Hey,” Marinette said.

“Marinette, you’re hair is so pretty!” Mylene said.

“Thanks,” Marinette said with a smile. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Mylene and Ivan glanced at eachother.

“We’re sorry,” Mylene said. “We shouldn’t have stood by when you were getting picked on,”

“We just really didn’t want to pick a side,” Ivan said.

Marinette stared at the two.

She had noticed that, among her passive classmates, while the others just ignored her getting tripped, Mylene and Ivan had seemed conflicted. Not wanting to take sides made sense for the two.

“It’s alright,” Marinette said. “I knew you guys weren’t trying to be mean,” “And… sorry for closing the door in your face,” Ivan said. “I realized quickly I shouldn’t be doing that,”

Marinette laughed.

“It’s fine,” Marinette said.

“Hey, Marinette,” Mylene started. “The class was talking about letting you on next years class trip, and insisting you help fundraise. Are you going to?”

Marinette cringed.

“So… uh…” Marinette started. “The entire World Travel Club with transferring schools, to an art school,”

“Wait, you are?!” Mylene said, excited. “That’s awesome! What are the different members studying?!”

“Chloe and I are doing fashion,” Marinette started, “Rose, Juleka, Luka, and Nino are studying music. Nathaniel and Kagami, surprisingly, are studying drawing and painting, Marc is studying writing, Alya, Aurore, Sabrina, and Mirelle are studying photography, and Zoe is studying theatre,”

“That’s cool,” Ivan said. “How long have you known you were going there?”

“We sent in the applications in January,” Marinette said. “Over our trip, some of us got internships, and some pretty good opportunities,”

“So Zoe did get into a movie?” Mylene said.

Marinette blinked.

“Who told you that?” she asked.

“No one,” Mylene said. “I took a guess cause you didn’t update your social medias and you guys were in LA,”

Marinette laughed.

“Yeah, Zoe’s in a movie,” Marinette said. “We all are as background characters at the very least,”

“I’m so jealous,” Mylene said.

“There’s still time to apply to our school,” Marinette said. “I can send in a good word and you could get accepted before school starts,”

“You’d do that for us?” Ivan asked.

Marinette nodded.

“You guys apologized without being asked to, and weren’t that mean in the first place,” Marinette said. “And you also respected my wishes and actually paid for me to make your outfits,”

“Thank you!” Mylene said.

“I’ll help you two make a portfolio, and mail it to the school,” Marinette said. “C’mon!”

—

Like Marinette said, Mylene and Ivan were able to get into the art school, even with a short notice. Marinette talked to the other members of the World Travel Club, and they agreed that Mylene and Ivan would be allowed to join the World Travel Club. The two agreed, adding two more members to the ranks.

When school started up, the former members of Mme. Bustier’s class were expecting to see Marinette and all her friends at school. They weren’t quite sure if they would be in the same classes, but they had requested it.

However, when the first day of school ended, they still hadn’t seen Marinette, or any of her friends.

The second day of school, they still didn’t show up. A few of the classmates went to the office, and asked about them.

“Where’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” Lila asked. Adrien stood next to her. His father had forced them to start dating.

The receptionist looked up the name.

“I’m sorry,” the receptionist said. “There isn’t a student at this school by that name,”

Lila and Adrien stared at her in horror.

“What about Chloe Beurgouis?” Adrien asked.

“Alya Cesaire?” Lila said.

“Kagami Tsurgi?” Adrien said.

The receptionist searched up the names.

“None of those names belong to students at this school,” she said.

Lila and Adrien rambled off the names of Marinette’s friends, each one not being a student.

“What about Ivan Bruel?” Lila asked.

Ivan and Mylene hadn’t been to school.

“Not a student here,” the receptionist said.

“What?!” Lila said. “But he’s not even friends with Marinette!”

“You two should head back to lunch,” the receptionist said. “You’re wasting my time,”

Adrien and Lila begrudgingly walked back to lunch, and broke the news.

Marinette and her friends weren’t students here.

The class was speculating why they weren’t students.

“Well, at least they won’t sabotage our fundraisers this year,” Lila said.

The class hesitantly agreed. None of them were that mad at Marinette and her friends. They were upset, yes, but didn’t hold it against her. They held it against themselves.

—

Marinette and her friends thrived at the art school.

Marinette was now able to keep up with the demand for her dolls, and could even work on commissions at school. She was fiding even cooler outfits she could make, and her teachers helped her.

Zoe and Mylene were lucky that, as actors, it was understood why they missed a lot of school. Zoe had to keep working on her movie, and had given in a good word for Mylene, so the two were being flown all over working on their movies.

Now that all of Kitty Section was at the same school, and on the same page, they were thriving, writing more songs, and getting even more gigs. They even got to perform with Jagged Stone, thanks to both him being Luka and Juleka’s dad, and also him knowing Marinette, as she was the lead costumer for the groups.

Nino was thriving, and for once wasn’t yelled at for having headphones in class.

Marc and Nathaniel were getting a lot more of their comic done, and were finally catching up on the backlog of work, as there were some more artists and writers that could help with some of the planning.

For the first time, Kagami was able to draw without judgement, and she considered that in its self a win.

With access to even better cameras than their phones, Alya and Aurore’s blogs were more popular than ever. Aurore and Mirelle won weather girls again, and put their new skills to good use. No one knew why Sabrina was studying photography, but she was great at it.

Chloe finally learned how to sew properly, and helped Marinette tackle her workload (and she finally had some respect from her mother).

—

In the second week of school, the World Travel Club got together. Marinette gave Mylene a pendant, and Ivan a cord bracelet. It was the same as the jewelry all the other club members wore, it would protect them from akumatization.

“So where will we go this year?” Marinette asked.

“We’ve got 10,000 euros already,” Chloe said. “From leftovers from last year, and our personal businesses,”

After discussing it for a while, they decided to go to Japan. It wouldn’t cost as much, and it wouldn’t be as long, but it would still be fun.

—

It was months later when they finally ran into their former classmates.

“Oh! Hey guys!” Lila said. “Did you transfer?”

“Yeah,” Marinette.

“And we don’t feel like talking to you,” Chloe said.

“Why not?” Lila asked.

“Because you’re a liar,” Alya said. “Now leave us alone,”

The club left, leaving Lila and party speechless.

—

No one knew how it happened, but somehow, at some point, Marinette and Kagami started dating. When asked, they refused to tell, but smiled at eachother.

Marinette, Kagami, Alya, and Chloe stared at a map in Marinette’s room.

“So, we really need to figure out if Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth,” Marinette said. “Maybe… Alya? Can you go to the house hidden in camouflage and follow him around?”

Alya nodded.

The four had figured out how to use their powers the way adults could. Kagami had unlimited uses of her wind, water, and lightning powers, Chloe had unlimited venoms, Marinette had unlimited lucky charms, and Alya had unlimited mirages, that could last for as long as she wanted them to.

“When should we do this?” Chloe asked.

“We have Friday off, so go Friday,” Marinette said. “Hawkmoth attacks every day, so it shouldn’t take long,”

—

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

But come it finally did.

Early in the morning, Alya told her family she would be hanging out with Marinette. She did meet Marinette, and the two went to Gabriel’s place.

Marinette had been offered a internship with Gabriel. She wasn’t going to do it, but had agreed to at least hear him out. She picked the day.

Silver Fox slipped in silently, her miraculous letting her walk silently.

Marinette spoke with Gabriel Agreste for only a few minutes, but left annoyed. She turned him down.

Silver Fox continued to follow Gabriel.

At noon, she followed him down to an elevator activated by the portrait. She barely managed to stand on it without getting caught.

“Nooroo, dark wings, rise!”

Silver Fox’s eyes went wide in shock, and she looked to where the Akuma left. Where in the world were they.

Silver Fox got out her flute and texted Marinette, warning her about the oncoming Akuma.

She slinked back and went back down the elevator, using both image and sound illusions to cover he tracks. Luckily, she wasn’t caught.

—

“So we have confirmation,” Marinette said. “Now what do we do?”

Marinette, Alya, Kagami, and Chloe were in Marinette’s room.

“Let’s kidnap Adrien,” Chloe said. “That’ll catch Hawkmoth’s attention,”

“And also paint us as the bad guys,” Marinette pointed out. She fiddled with the charm on her choker.

“What about a sneak attack?” Alya asked. “We can head to Hawkmoth’s lair, and when he comes in we attack,”

“That could work,” Marinette said.

“But he might have an alarm system,” Kagami pointed out. “And when you’ve fought him in the past he over-powered you,”

“Gabriel still as the peacock miraculous and the grimoire,” Marinette muttered. “That’s how he over powered us on heroes day. He used the peacock miraculous,”

“So we should steal them,” Chloe said.

“...yeah,” Marinette said.

“How?” Kagami asked.

Marinette grabbed the miracle box, and pulled out the horse miraculous.

“Portals,” Marinette said. She slipped the glasses on. “Kaalki, Tikki, unify,”

She transformed into Pegabug.

“Voyage,” Pegabug said, aiming at the ground.

A portal opened on the ground, looking down at from the ceiling into Gabriel’s study. He wasn’t in it.

“So far so good,” Chloe muttered.

“Voyage,” Pegabug said, opening another portal to the location of the peacock miraculous and grimoire. She found a short space. The peacock miraculous was leaning on a picture of Emilie Agreste. The grimoire was on a the shelf.

“Hurry up,” Kagami whispered, as Gabriel walked back into the room.

Pegabug quickly grabbed the miraculous and grimoire, and shut both portals.

Pegabug tapped the miraculous, and the kwami flew out.

“Duusu!”

The kwamis flew out and hugged Dussu.

While the kwamis reconnected, Pegabug looked over the miraculous.

“It’s cracked,” she said.

Kagami, Chloe, and Alya looked to see what she meant. It was true. The back of the miraculous was coated in cracks.

“I thought the miraculous couldn’t be damaged,” Alya said.

“They can under extreme conditions,” Pegabug said. “Tikki, Kaalki, divide,”

Marinette put the miraculous onto her desk.

“Master Fu lost the butterfly and peacock miraculous, and the grimoire, when escaping from a sentimonster. He lost them near lava. The Peacock miraculous must’ve cracked from the heat, but eventually the lava hardened,” Marinette let Duusu fly around for a bit.

“I’ll need to fix the miraculous,” Marinette said. She grabbed Master Fu’s tablet, and looked for the instructions on how to do so.

“Goodness…” she muttered.

“What?” Kagami asked, wrapping her arms around Marinette’s shoulders.

“I need molten gold, meteorite dust, and a part of the animal, in this case, probably a peacock feather,” Marinette said.

“I’ll get that for you,” Chloe said. “I’ll have my daddy get it,”

“Thanks, Chlo,” Marinette said.

Chloe pulled out her phone.

“Daddy?” Chloe said. “I want gold, a meteorite, and a peacock feather!”

Chloe listened, then put the phone on mute for a moment.

“Any particular kind of gold?” Chloe asked.

“A kind I can melt?” Marinette said.

Chloe nodded.

“24 carot,” Chloe said. She nodded as she listened. “Thank you daddy!”

She hung up.

“So what do we do until tomorrow?” Alya asked.

“Me and Chloe can work on the dolls,” Marinette said. “I’m nearly out. Kagami, don’t you have that assignment you need to do?”

Kagami nodded.

“Alright, you can do that,” Marinette said. “And Alya, you can work on your blog,”

The four girls got to work.

—

The next day, they were all in Chloe’s hotel, mostly because it had more privacy than Marinette’s room.

Marinette had looked up how to melt gold, while Kagami pounded the meteorite.

Chloe and Alya were on their phones while they waited.

“Alya?” Marinette asked. “Can you go get me a propane torch?”

Alya stared at her, then stood up.

“And Chloe, I need something called… Flux?” Marinette said. “Also, something that looks like this,”

Marinette showed Chloe the picture on her phone.

Chloe called her dad.

—

Several painstaking hours later, Marinette put a drop of the mixture onto the back of the peacock miraculous, and spoke the magic words. The miraculous flew into the air, and glowed brightly. It dropped into her hand. Duusu flew out.

Marinette and her friends smiled.

—

The next week, Hawkmoth attacked in-person.

This was the moment they had been waiting for.

The four found themselves staring Hawkmoth dead on.

The akumatized victim of his choice was Volpina. Obviously.

The fighting though, didn’t take that long.

Hawkmoth obviously wasn’t expecting an increase in strength, and without more help, the four heroes quickly took him down.

Gabriel Agreste was arrested. Nathalie got off scot free somehow, but both she and Adrien had a bad reputation. After the police searched the house, they found Emilie in the basement. Ladybug was able to easily heal her. After finding out what Gabriel was doing, Emilie divorced him, and took Adrien with her to London.

—

It was at the trial that Gabriel spilled the beans on Lila, saying that she had been willingly akumatized several times.

Lila’s reputation was ruined instantly, and she got sent back to Italy, with a million euro fine, and was sent to military school.

Over time, Marinette forgave her friends, but she never went back to school with them.

And MDC became a house hold name when she joined the fashion industry.

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Ibara Saegusa - The Venomous Snake's Intrigue

Event: Kiseki ★ Blitzkrieg Autumn Live

Episode 1:

(Location: Adam’s Private Room)

Ibara: If it isn’t Anzu-san! You’re as beautiful as ever today!

Your skin is absolutely glowing! That must mean you got a good night’s sleep last night!

It must be hard to even just move around, so I hope you aren’t too tired!

Option 1: You’re always in high spirits aren’t you.

(Response A)

Ibara: Ahaha, I’ve been like this since I woke up in the morning! I’ve learned to live a regular lifestyle!

Is it like being in the military, you ask? Well, I’ve certainly been in an environment like that!

Saying “Salute~☆” is also a remnant of those days!

(Response B)

Ibara: Oops? Were you perhaps taken aback?

My deepest apologies! I can hardly stomach making such an important customer feel uncomfortable!

I will make sure this kind of misbehavior never happens again…… Please forgive me!

Option 2: I went to a hot spring.

(Response A)

Ibara: Haha, I see! That beautiful skin is also due to the effects of the hot spring!

Relieve your fatigue and get beautiful skin! I didn’t know there was a secret hot spring nearby!

I can feel the blood of a businessman in my veins! Ahaha♪

(Response B)

Ibara: Hot spring? Ah, now that I think about it you had to change your accommodations last minute, didn’t you!

Yuzuru got involved, huh…… It’s a pity you didn’t get to stay at the hotel we arranged for you!

If you have a chance to come here again then please do stay with us!

Episode 2:

(Location: Adam’s Private Room)

Ibara: By the way, Anzu-san, where are you going this morning?

I couldn’t find Isara-san, so I was wondering if perhaps he was with you?

Ah, I just asked out of curiosity! You don’t have to force yourself to answer♪

Option 1: Then it’s a secret.

(Response A)

Ibara: Ahaha, Anzu-san is so secretive! Mysterious……☆

What’s that? If I tell you about myself then you’ll tell me your secret?

An unexpected exchange condition! You’re quite a “go-getter” Anzu-san! Ahaha♪

(Response B)

Ibara: Hm, I see…… Anzu-san and Isara-san have a secret relationship, and–

Oops, you dropped your tablet! Did I upset you?

That tablet costs quite a bit of money so be careful while handling it!

Option 2: A-Actually……

(Response A)

Ibara: Eh, you two got lost?

If you had contacted me, then I would have rushed to you at the speed of light! Oh, what a shame!

You should know my contact information. Just in case, I’ll give you another business card! (He hands out his business card)

(Response B)

Ibara: Hmmm, actually……? There’s no continuation!

Maybe there’s something deep between the two of you that I can’t fully understand……!?

Ahaha! I’m very sorry, I’ll refrain from my pointless prying for now!

Episode 3:

(Location: Adam’s Autumn Live Stage)

Ibara: Your Excellency~! Where are you, Your Excellency~?

Oh, if it isn’t Anzu-san! Finally, the real Autumn Live show is about to begin!

Let’s be fair today! Or rather, please be gentle! Ahaha☆

Option 1: …… I look forward to working with you.

(Response A)

Ibara: Oh, you turned away!

Hmm~…… Did Yuzuru say something to you?

However, I believe in Anzu-san! I’m not the type to believe in gossip that has no basis in facts……☆

(Response B)

Ibara: Oh? What’s wrong, Anzu-san?

Could it be something to do with me……!? I’m sorry! I deeply apologize!

So please join me in creating a perfect live show!

Option 2: What were you doing?

(Response A)

Ibara: Ah, have you seen His Excellency? He disappeared the moment I took my eyes off him!

Eh, he was looking at the ground over there?

Ahaha, it’s pretty much as I expected! Thank you very much, Anzu-san! Salute~☆

(Response B)

Ibara: Ah, that’s right! Actually, His Excellency has suddenly disappeared again!

I’m sure he’ll be back by the time the show starts!

There is a possibility that his precious costume with be covered in mud, so I must aim to collect him as soon as possible!

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #ibara saegusa #era: !#type: mini talk

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inyri · 1 month

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❛ it would have been better to die. ❜ for the sentence starters! I'd love to read some swtor but if another world speaks to you more then go for it ^^

(This may or may not show up in a future chapter in some form- this version is emphatically a draft and I’m still working out the dynamic between these two, so we’ll call this a character study.)

SWTOR. Nine and Satele.)

“-because of a lie?” Satele raises an eyebrow over the rim of her cup. “Forgive me, but I’d have thought Theron would be used to that.”

“Because you know him so well?” Void, she’s got to get out of here. When she tries to sit up, though, her head throbs ominously where it had slammed against the canyon wall and her nerves hum electric and she sighs, settling back onto the pillow. She could use another kolto syringe or even a few tablets of painkiller but she owes her too much already so she turns to her side instead, face toward the cabin wall. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters, “particularly not with you. Look, I appreciate that you rescued me, but-”

If that registered there’s no sign of it in Satele’s voice, as even and unperturbed as ever. “You would have died there otherwise. The shade stalkers were already swarming when I found you.”

Nine sighs. “Or you’d have killed me. You told me that already.”

“Not once I was reasonably certain you were still you.”

“You ought to have left me.” With her eyes closed the pain quiets. “It would have been better if I’d died. At least with him inside my head he couldn’t hurt anyone else, or if I’d died here alone maybe I’d have dragged him down with me to the hells. Now he’s loose again and-” oh, stars- “we’ve got to warn them. If he tries here what he did on Ziost-” The cup clinks gently against the floor grate, the little crate scraping backward as the Jedi rises to press her hand against her forehead. It was meant to calm her, she thinks, but it reminds her for a moment of the restraining strap in the chair at the Intelligence Tower and she twists away abruptly- or tries to, her body hopelessly tangled in the thin blanket.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ciph-” Satele catches herself neatly; she barely heard the correction- “Commander, and he’s not going to hurt Odessen. Be calm.”

When she rolls onto her back she’s looking down at her and the color’s wrong but oh, her eyes look so much like Theron’s. “You can’t know that.”

“I do. He’s still tethered to you-” (but he said- she interrupts, and Satele raises a hand to quiet her)- “and he will be until he is destroyed or you die. If he wanted to leave you to claim another host or draw more power he’d have done so at the first possible opportunity, which would suggest that he’s incapable of it. So either he truly believes you’re the best option he has, which seems unlikely, or you’re the only option he has. Why did he hurt you?”

“Now you’ve hurt my feelings.”

Force, even her eyeroll’s just like his. “I only meant that you aren’t Force sensitive- or weren’t, though it’s difficult to separate you from how he’s changed you. It breaks a pattern he began a thousand years ago, that he deliberately bred into his heirs, and I cannot imagine it was intentional.” Satele shrugs, settling back down onto the crate. “I suspect he thought he could simply shunt you aside and assume control.”

She carefully unwinds the blanket from around her legs. “More fool he, then.” No one controls her. Never. Never again. “And to answer your question, he thinks that if he keeps hurting me that eventually I’ll give in and let him help. I said no.” Her belly twinges. “Again.”

“And yet you’re still alive. Still you.”

“Yes,” she says quietly. The light’s hurting her head again; she closes her eyes tight against it. “For what little that’s worth.”

“It might be worth everything,” Satele murmurs. “It might be worth the galaxy.”

#inyri writes #dingoat #thanks for the prompt!#swtor fanfiction #cipher nine #satele shan #going a little canon-divergent here but that's what fanfic is for

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eastwindmlk · 4 months

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I'll show you mine if you show me yours... 😁 Speed Dating Chaos?

As you might imagine, this WIP was prompted by the same prompt from last Jilytober. This one. Though what I wrote then was nowhere near chaotic enough. Nor was there actual speed dating involved. But I did write some more here and there.

While it is on the list for this year and I hope to make a little more progress! But under the fold there is a little snippet of what it's turning into.

Back to the WIP tag game

Mariam had outdone herself, the room was filled with beautiful women and James had a hard time believing they were there for him. He wasn’t bad-looking by any standard, but he definitely wasn’t fit enough for most of these women. Hooking a finger into his collar, he gave himself some air and looked at the matchmaker beside him. “Are you sure they’re all here for me?”

His question was met with a disapproving look and a sarcastic reply. “No, I just invited them all here to show you what you can’t have.” She flicked a lock of straight black hair over her shoulder as she surveyed the room. “It does help that they have no idea what to expect other than You’re a young, family-oriented heir to a pharmaceutical empire. And if they have half a brain, which I made sure they did, you have a thing for redheads.”

It wasn’t like he had not noticed the trend before, a range from strawberry blonde to deep auburn. “I can’t help but feel like this is giving the wrong impression,” James commented, only for the answer to be interrupted by a phone call. Her iPad was pressed into his hand while she tucked the phone against her shoulder. “There is something I need to take care of. You stay here, don’t even think about going in without me.” She warned, her eyes flashing dangerously at him. All he could really do was nod and watch Mariam stalk off.

James wasn’t opposed to having another minute to himself, occasionally peering down at the pool of potentials waiting for him. Impatient as he was, it took all but three minutes for him to start pacing. Lingering near the door, wondering if he could peer his head through, just to check how she was going on.

Just as he decided to have a little peek, the door swung open, and a young woman rushed inside. Reeling to a stop right before colliding with him. “Oh bullocks, I’m so sorry I am late.” She started, tossing her trench coat his way. “You must be Duke.” James blinked at her confused, following her eyes gaze to the tablet in his hands. “So, you’re not my matchmaker?” Still nothing. “Goodness me, can you hear me?” His eyes travelled up to meet her, slowly. Taking in the trail of freckles that lead from a rather generous cleavage to the hollow of the throat. Soft copper waves framed her impatient expression.

Stammering for a moment, he managed a shake of his head. “No, sorry I’m not.” He smiled apologetically as if somehow this was all his fault. “I swear my calendar said conference room B.” She muttered to herself, and suddenly James’s eyes lit up. “This is D. I think you’re in the wrong room.” At his words, she marched back to the door and pulled it open, peering at the plaque on the side. “Oh piss it! You’re right! I am so sorry! Well, off I pop.” The woman laughed lightly, the sound like wind chimes.

Before he could do more than raise his hand to wave, she disappeared. Leaving him as startled as she had found him. Staring at the closed door, still smiling to himself when Mariam reappeared.

#jily #jily fic #my wip fic #my wips #omg i got tagged #asked and answered

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ididntseeurbag · 1 year

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turning point

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

genre: (hints of) enemies to lovers, angst (?), fluff if you squint

warnings: none (i think? let me know if you spot anything!)

in which i-land is a program to make both a girl and a boy group and you and heeseung are the trainee ace rivals of hybe who are forced to perform together against the grounders.

a/n: part one of my mini-series! part 2 here | part 3 here <3

it was late at night, and the i-land building residents had decided to go to bed so they had energy to practise for the ground vs i-land battle happening five days later. well, all of them were sleeping but two: heeseung and y/n.

the both of them were in the main practice room, still trying to cooperate and coordinate their moves, for they had to do a mixed stage. they were performing butterfly together, both cursing whoever decided that suddenly making a change in groups and mixing the male and female members was a good idea.

nevertheless, they ended up agreeing to suck it up and try to work as one so the team could get a high score. and there they were, still not matching each other’s energy.

stressed out, y/n stopped dancing and paused the music. “this is clearly still not working out,” she stated. “either we do something about it now or i’m going to bed.”

“what do you think we have been trying to do for the past two hours?” heeseung asked her, then muttered. “or at least i’ve been trying.”

y/n scoffed. “i’m sorry? mind you, i led this practice all afternoon and you always countered my opinions,” she said rather quickly and slightly offended. “i don’t know if you can call that trying, but sure.”

the boy sighed, visibly tired and not wanting to get into a fight again. “look,” he started. “i may not have been of much help-”

“clearly.”

“-but,” he continued after being cut off. “i didn’t do it to go against you, only to try and test things out from a different perspective.”

“well, we tried my and your ideas, and none are working,” y/n said. “maybe we need another point of view that’s not ours.”

heeseung looked at her through the mirror. “i can’t believe i’m saying this, but i agree.”

half an hour after y/n left to find help, she, surprisingly, came back with rain. how she had managed to get to him, heeseung didn’t know, but he was secretly grateful she found him out of every other producer.

they explained the situation to him and he nodded along. “so, basically you don’t know how to dance together without clawing at each other’s throats, huh?” he told them, although not waiting for neither to say anything. “and here i thought they were dating,” he muttered to himself. “talk about enemies to lovers.”

not hearing what he last said, y/n looked at the man and spoke. “do you think you can give us advice to turn this into a good performance?” to which he nodded with a warm smile and told them to show him the whole act.

they did just that, and right after the first chorus ended, rain stopped the music. “i know what’s wrong,” he half shouted. “you’re not close enough, both physically and mentally,” seeing the looks of not understanding the two teens were giving him, he continued. “you have to reach for each other, to feel what the other does and not put a barrier in between, you have to be as close as possible in order to make this credible.”

y/n and heeseung locked eyes and then turned to the producer. even though they thought rain was close to mad for even thinking they could get along, they nodded and thanked him for the advice. the eldest then excused himself and told them to record themselves if they improved so he could see it.

silence fell upon both of them and stayed that way for a bit, until the boy spoke. “i guess we have no chance but to try,” y/n agreed shortly after and pressed record on their tablet before they placed themselves in the initial position of the song.

with rain’s advice in mind, they started to sing and dance. firstly, they were doing nothing to cease the awkwardness, but during the first chorus they got a bit more near each other. unconsciously, they danced and sang closer and closer until there was little room between them.

both heeseung and y/n felt different as they saw they weren’t so separated, and loosened up when they realised that rain’s advice was actually kind of working. they met gazes more often, and fully made physical contact when it was needed in the choreo, instead of awkwardly hovering their hands over the other like earlier.

anyone that watched that last part of the song would’ve thought they had never had trouble with one another and they were inseparable from the day they met. in fact, when rain received the video, he saw a big spark of hope between the duo’s relationship.

the song finished with the ending pose, consisting of holding hands next to their faces and looking into each other’s eyes. it was supposed to be a fast ending, with them just standing like that for five seconds, but none seemed to want to let go. they kept staring at each other, their gazes then lowering to the other’s lips. they unconsciously leaned in and reduced the space between them, slightly closing their eyes-

“ayo,” anna (one of the female trainees and also one of y/n's best friends) and jay barged in through the door, anna shouting the short greeting. “have you seen my-”

y/n and heeseung quickly separated and put distance between them, looking at their friends with awkward smiles. y/n couldn’t believe herself. what was she doing, almost kissing her supposed rival?

“-beanie,” anna continued, realising she had interrupted a moment. “you know what? nevermind, i’ll search for it tomorrow,” she then dragged jay away with her. “let’s go, jay!”

“wha- but-” jay tried to speak just to be shushed by his friend while she pushed him towards the stairs.

after some excruciating silence, y/n took the courage to say something. “i’m... going to sleep, if that’s okay with you?” she didn’t even know why she asked for his approval, she could do whatever she thought best.

“sure, yeah,” the older answered. “i’ll go to bed too, then.”

they both walked to their respective rooms and went to open the door, but simultaneously turned around before twisting the knob.

“so-”

“well-”

“you first,” y/n let him speak.

“tomorrow at eight a.m, breakfast, then practice again?”

y/n was surprised to hear that he wanted to eat breakfast with her instead of being on opposite tables like they did before, but she gave him a barely visible smile and nodded. “eight a.m it is,” she turned and opened the door, looking back at him. “good night, heeseung.”

heeseung stood there after she had already closed the door, smiling to himself when he registered the fact that y/n had called him by his name and not his surname (like she always did until that night). “good night, y/n,” he whispered, still smiling, then went inside his room.

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chezzabellesworld · 5 months

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My conspiracy for this information goes back long long time ago, and I believe it all started on the red carpet at the moment when would really look up to Aaliyah, Aaliyah and Beyoncé were polar opposites. If you wanna think about appearances, Beyoncé was voluptuous and blonde and curvy and light skin, Aaliyah with slender, darker skin and beautiful face., they both carried that superstar essence, I have literally just uploaded a video to one of my TikTok accounts about how I believe Jay-a( jay-Z if you really cared about Allah and wanted to be with her, why would you do a whole tour with R. Kelly? That’s some libra moon shit right there. No loyalties but then woman out with you that tell you that you’re the world. I’m sorry that’s just how I feel. I know many of them .

Aaliyah wasn’t going to take that kind of crap off a man. This woman was a Capricorn, son and Aquarius rising. I won’t even say that she’s a Virgo moon fuck check this before I finish it anyway Beyoncé and Jay-Z go to film the music video drunk in Love in 2013 on the same beach, where Aaliyah filmed her last video rock the boat which she didn’t come back from. She had a pain crash. Apparently she was given a sleeping tablet and wasn’t able to be carried that load it wasn’t strong enough.

Anyway to go back Aaliyah‘s moon sign is in Virgo. This is the important part, horizon sign is an Aquarius, so when you look at the rising sign which is the first house you want to look for the ruling planet of that sign and then that sign planet becomes your ruling planet in your birth chart so hers would be Uranus in modern, and Saturn in traditional has Saturn was in Virgo and how Uranus was in Scorpio, I’m still learning numerology guys so once I get back to you with that I’ll have so much more information but if we want to go into Beyoncé and Jay-Z top I’m happy to.

Both these women had femme fatale qualities don’t get me wrong. They’re both air sign women, and Aaliyah had a lot of earth in her chart a lot a lot and she had that beautiful subtle quality about her. I’m in Beyoncé. She won’t do interviews anymore which I get Beyoncé is not so good with her words wasn’t it Wendy Williams he wants said she talks like a fourth grade or whatever. Yeah, TV wasn’t really full Beyoncé anymore, and now she’s gone into this element of rich with Jay-Z where they team up together and become this power duo and believe me in Hollywood. A lot of these power duos are just like connected for work, and work alone.

So outside they could be having other activity, so when the lounge got caught in the elevator doing that Jay-Z, maybe that’s why Beyoncé stayed so quiet and stood back because because she knew that he humiliation in the background as it was gonna come, and even Matthew knows, use it as another PR stunt don’t be full boy like the whole PR thing because I have only recently and like the last year also that these couples aren’t really couples a lot of the time. A lot of them can’t come out is gay#LoveYourself,SoTheyHaveToGetBeardsABeardIsSomebodyWhoGetsWithUsOppositesex partner and they stay with them to make them present straight, but really like on the side of these people are living a gay existence. A good example from old Hollywood would be Rock Hudson Rock Hudson. Obviously not Israel name, that’s another thing they change your name Hudson in fact got married to his agents, mother or sister or something like that, but it was a happy marriage because they know what they expected. I actually think gay marriage would be like really cool because you’d get treated really well over a star Phil, and yeah I don’t think it’s good for the person who has to hide the sexuality that is wrong. I’m not saying Jay is gay and I’m not saying Beyoncé‘s lesbian although there are rumours about Beyoncé, this is all I’m gonna talk on it for now but just look at it. Look at the trophy on the beach. I’m drunk in love and listen to rock the boat backwards and look up what Beyoncé‘s name means, then look up what Allah’s name means. Much love. Stay safe, XOXO

Mayo also add that Virgo rising Jay-Z, Virgo, son, Beyoncé, Virgo, moon, Aaliyah, Scorpio, Venus,jay z Scorpio, moon, Beyoncé, Scorpio, Uranus, Aaliyah. libra, rising, Beyoncé Libra, Venus Beyoncé, libra, Pluto, Aaliyah and Beyoncé, and Libra moon, Jay-Z. If you know in the astrological community, you will see how this is a bit fucked up.

#aaliyah #astro observations #astro community #astrology #astroblr #astro placements #virgo moon #virgo sun #virgo rising #astrology observations #libra moon #Pluto libra Venus libra

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doyouknowhowtowaltz · 7 months

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I was going through my tablet and found these, I remember making them after you answered an ask I sent you about headconons about what the beast looks like under his shadows. Again, I know he does have a canon design but I find myself unable to draw him. Don’t get me wrong His canon design is perfect for his character and makes a ton of sense but my trypophobia will not allow me to look at it for more then 5 seconds so I have 0 chance of drawing it lmao

I was planning on sending you this or posting it ages ago, I can’t remember why I never got around to it. I think it may have been because I couldn’t figure which pallet I liked more for his color, the black or the white one. What do you think? (:

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These are lovely! The way that fur tapers into wood is very interesting, it very much adds to the strange nature of the Beast as something that's not quite plant or animal but something deeply deeply wild. The way you draw fur is so compelling and shapey, and I love the way it accentuates the shape of the body. Both color palates are lovely with their subtle deer patterning, but the second one is very interesting, the pale coloring would make a lot more sense in snow, and it almost carries a narrative implication he wears the black fur to hunt at night, and when the snow comes down he hunts without it, but that leads me to believe the darkness around his hands and feet is some sort of soot or dirt he intentionally uses to help hide himself during the darkness, and I love a hint of ruthless practicality from the Beast. It makes me wonder if he stains his face in ash or oil too.

And of course how could I not love the fact that Enoch is flirting in frame, and the Beast is indulging it too! Planting a kiss on a ribbon wrapped around his arm like a brace, with eyes turned blue at the edges how sweet!

These are excellent! Thank you so much for sharing them with me!

#submission #otgw #the beast #also how’s your day going?#TOZ's Tags from here:#Over the garden wall #It's been alright.#Golly I love his legs #You really do have an incredible grasp of anatomy. His deer legs look so natural andI just love the shape of them #And his lil hooves #Sweating bullets trying not to think too hard about the body horror implications of fur and bark growing together #Love his tail!

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steve0discusses · 1 year

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S5 Ep 42 Pt 1: It’s All In Your Head

Every week with long covid is like a new batch of symptoms. Last month’s symptom, among other things, was “words no work no good,” and so we just uh...didn’t do an update. I probably needed to chill and nap anyway. Not that I’m fully better yet, today I did laundry and pulled out a blue shirt that I clearly own and bought with my own money--but I have no memory of it. Zilch.

The brain is amazing, that with this brain fog, I can’t remember my blue t-shirt, but I can remember Yugioh. Weird, right? So anyway, thanks for your patience in this weird time of my life, glad to have a blog to write about anime in that is so chill with our very long breaks.

Also, I finally went through my old caps to toss old pictures so that way I can make new stuff, and guess what I just realized?

Kisara is not a dragon!

Seto’s girlfriend isn’t a dragon! She’s just on top of the dragon, I can’t...I just can’t believe this.

Truly a crime that this season, the final ultimate season of Yugioh, is what I’m doing while on Long Covid fruitloops, so I can miss every damn point that this show fires at me. But, at least, I hope it’s funny to read. It is like every single update where I realize I was wrong about the obvious, and don’t worry, it’s gonna happen again in like 4 seconds. My borked brain.

Anyway, Yugi and Co have walked all the way to the palace. Because we’re still on S4 time and space conventions where Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, and San Fransisco are all next to each other. Like Yami fell in the Nile in a fight that was just outside of the city--but I assumed he got pulled way out there. Either way, it’s a kid’s show, never think about geography.

(read more under the cut)

Yugi can conveniently walk through doors now, and after a quick shoutout to his homie Yami, they phase through.

Including Tristan who is...

Well,

APPARENTLY TRISTAN WAS POSSESSED.

Freakin, my brain is a bunch of salad dressing, lmaoooo even last episode I was like “wow Tristan is drawn kinda evil and I don’t really get why” and it was RIGHT THERE. He’s been possessed probably since Bakura grabbed him by the neck right in front of me. I somehow missed this!

And like, I figure, if I try and wait out long covid it may take a whole other year, so like this is just me now. I started this blog as like a competent analysis (ish), and now I get to the end of S5 giving you just an incoherent rorschach. It’s kind of fitting for this show really, everyone has to end up at least a little bit of a mess. Keeps you humble. Even me. I also have to become the mess.

Anyway, speaking of becoming a babbling incoherent mess, we go back to Bakura, who has fully lost his game in Battle Basement of a 7 vs 1 game.

Only in Yugioh would they make a 7 vs 1 game feel evenly sided.

And as I wonder if I’ve already made that joke four months back and have forgotten, they all watch Bakura do a mad dash to screw them over one last time.

And while they stood there and just allowed Bakura to fumble around with the doom rocks made of human souls, from no where, Aknadin stumbles through the door all day drunk like freakin Kramer.

And no, in the show he did not reveal here that he was Seto’s dad, but he does in like 2 minutes so I didn’t really care about where I put it. The big thing is that Aknadin’s gone full-tilt cray and not even he can fully explain his motive anymore.

That’s when they realize Aknadin’s babysitter, Shada, has been punk’d on the bottom of skull tablet basement. Which like, Imagine the day that Shada’s been having. I guess Aknadin just left him at the base of like 10000 human skulls then, hahaha.

I have checked my notes and I decided that 2000 people died in Kul Elna a few months back but eh I don’t feel like changing this cap. Overall, I have no freakin idea how many people lived in this freakin town and they can’t tell us because 4Kids would never allow it.

Which is when Bakura decided to teleport his bean into another bean because this bean is broke.

Which is when we met this guy, a guy we’ve only met for like 4 seconds of the show so far. Hello there, Original Bakura.

Straight up, he wasn’t on screen long enough for me to over-analyze his accent before he was a small mound of dust on the floor.

Ah the death count! Oh damn it, I write these notes on the caps sometimes, expecting I’ll put an actual number there later but lets be real, I just need to publish this episode, so let me open the Google doc...

7,805,847,572

Yeah that’s how many people have died in this kids show so far. We’re right on track. Thanks Bakura, for another death, but no you have not caught up with Dartz. Although I will hand it to him, Dartz didn’t end up killing himself nearly as many times as Bakura has.

Speaking of dying and being dead on a kid’s show, in enters Shada.

So lets go see what Yugi’s up to hm? The four have decided to separate in this Egyptian palace to each find Yami’s name. Mind you...there’s some flaws with this plan.

The flaw being that none of them have graduated high school or know freakin anything about Egypt, other than they hang out with an Ex patriot Egyptian. (2 ex-patriots if you count Yugi’s Grandfather. Although honestly, are you an ex-pat if you are reborn in a kid’s body on the other side of the world? You are, right? You are). But, whether or not Yami can or can’t read Egyptian in Canonical Yugioh, we know that Yugi apparently super can’t when Yami isn’t in his bean.

And Joey just can’t focus for the life of him, which, damn, relatable. But, he did find a room full of women.

He also went to the only room with like lots of water. Real pissed focused mind here, and no the piss plotline will not be resolved.

Tea, still GOAT.

This castle, man. I love the complete disregard for interiors that this animation team has. Like...what even is the purpose of this weird maze room with masssssive stone tiles, Yugioh? Like...what is this even supposed to be? Why are the tiles so SHINY?

Anyway, lets go back to Shada and hear his excuse for what the hell happened last episode.

Which is when Aknadin decided to just start cursing everyone, which he would have done earlier if he wasn’t constantly in a sick bed this season.

This very well might be a yugioh card effect that turns you into a rainbow filter, but it also looks like a complete mess of artistic directions on the screen.

Which like, after that cutesy filter, lets pull our eyes out.

Which is when Yami makes the biggest logical leap known to man.

That’s right! Yami has figured out that this entire time, this entire arc, he’s been sleeping at this RPG table that Bakura’s built in his mom’s basement Yami’s Puzzle Necklace.

In fact, when Yami wakes up to all of this, wearing his normal ass school clothes, and Bakura sitting across from him in his popped collar duster jacket, Bakura says something on the line of “bout time you woke up.”

the fic shippers must have had a FIELD DAY with one.

Anyway, everything is a lie, Bakura is controlling people like puzzle pieces, which not only explains why Aknadin’s motives went a 180, but can lead us to believe that Yami also COULD control everyone else, but just chooses not to. Just like he does in real life.

I think, overall, you just have to go with it. We’re playing D+D, except it’s about your embarrassing past. Like if you made D+D about your middle school experience and you can’t remember your first name.

What a way to die, really. What a weird ass way for Yami to almost die.

Anyway, here’s a link for those new here to read these from the beginning. I have the 2nd part already drafted up, should be up in a few days and not an entire month, haha. Hope your 2023 is looking up!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #Yami Yugi #S5 #ep 42 #Bakura #Yugi Muto #Joey Wheeler #recap #photo recap #tea gardner #tristan taylor #seto kaiba

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SO-12: The Spirit of Harpo Marx

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Alight at the Window (SO-12) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Awwwwww, ya know? Awwwwww ❤️!

Poor Erik is in ⚡🔋no shape🔋⚡ to communicate, but he's doing his best. Maggie has no idea whether he's messing with her on purpose, or what's wrong with him, but she won't let him go. They'll get to him eventually. (I've just finished that part, actually. They've got him! Uh. Sorta. At least he's... safe now? 😅Oh, I can't say that with a straight face.)

This is the last of my queued posts/instalments, and I have no idea where my reading and drawing ability will be when it goes live. If I can't update you on my condition (and the condition of the next six instalments) I'll hafta have the spouse type a note for me. I want to do six more right away, or I might take a two week break, or - if I'm really struggling - it'll be a break of indeterminate length. I hope I'll be okay to just keep going, my Patrons have been so patient this year. Thanks, y'all.

But, either way, there will be a break at some point, because I'll have a while where I can't write or draw and that's going to eat up my backlog. Also, recent updates have done more stupid things to my theme and I think the site needs a redesign - maybe including some radical simplification. I'm just not mobile friendly and I can't make the current format behave. People with better eyesight than me do a lot of reading on their phones.

I have no idea how to build a community and I'm flailing, really, but maybe if I can get the interface more convenient, more people will like me? (I have no idea. Probably they won't.)

Look, though! You've got some extra art to tide you over! And a song!

I'm not in love with how Erik's design looks right now - he looks like a train wreck, but he should look like a train wreck. Nobody is going to fix his hair. I still feel self-conscious about it. He used to be cute. I've got to do a full-body rendering of how he'll clean up, but I don't have time for it now.

However, I did do a page of something trying to get comfortable with his ability to emote in train reck form. I don't have time to finish it, but I think it looks cool so I'm sharing.

This is potentially a way for me to serve you the music without lyric backgrounds that you can't read! It's very labour-intensive, but I was figuring out how to do it and it might get a little easier with practice. Also, my current tablet is struggling with the resolution and I plan to update it by the end of the year - depending on sale prices.

After I saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I found out the original Off-Broadway incarnation had filked music with lyrics by John Cameron Mitchell. 🥹😊I'm calling it! This is something other people sharing my identity do to tell their stories! Filk musicals are an enby thing! We do not give a shit about the music industry's copyrights! I'm performing nonbinary correctly!

So here's the lyrics again, and maybe I'll give you the rest in comic form as my vision and my tools improve.

You Are Found! (based on "We Are Young" by fun.) I need a minute, I… I don’t know if I’m ready yet I’m tryin’ to get my shit together, Maggie, please don’t be upset My family must be looking for me somewhere very near Guess I knew you must be coming but I can’t believe you’re here, and… It’s been forever since I’ve seen your face I know you want to take me home But although it hurts to do this work they need my help for what it’s worth — Oh, gods I’m not sure if I wanna go So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand, You’ll steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down No, I wanna go home I’m just not done I guess that I, I just hoped We could visit and I’d get right back to work But I can’t go yet So I must forget 'Cause I think you’ll hafta steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) The gods have their own plan (na na na na na na) But I’m just one weary man (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away at last (na na na na na na) I have so much to do (na na na na na na) How can I go with you? (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away (na na na na na na) At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand You’ll steal me away at last

See you soon! Ha, I hope!

Late edit: Two week break, folks. No drawing ability yet, so we're stuck with it. I still hope to get you the next six by the end of the year. I'll keep you posted!

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#tin soldier and soldier on #instalment #engagement lounge #music #covers #comic #lyrics

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