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Spy General Wintersolider context warnings, nothing too extreme. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 2 3765 words Fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Steve hadn't meant to spy on you and Barnes. Not exactly, anyway.

When Steve blinks urgently at Natasha, he finds very little comfort in the aghast expression she’s wearing.

Y/N, however, looks smug, more than angry.

“I installed that mirror, assholes.” she says, “This is my house- do you really think you can get away with watchin’ me through the walls without me clockin’ on?”

“It wasn’t you we were watching” Natasha says calmly, “It was-”

“I know” the other woman agrees, taking a drink.

Bucky tilts his head up, realising they’re admitting to spying on him.

Steve feels himself flush even redder than he had the night before.

“Listen, Buck we didn’t mean-

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

He is worried though. He’s very worried.

“We where just-”

“Worried” Y/N finishes on his behalf, “We know.”

“How-“

She rolls her eyes at Natasha.

“Your motives are hardly complex” she replies, “You-” she nods at Steve, “Have been fussing over him” she looks at Bucky, “since long before HYDRA, I’d bet— and you-” she focuses back on the woman, “-are just loyal enough to get roped into that concern.”

The red head blinks, and Steve realises that he’s gawking.

“I’m fine” Bucky inserts then, speaking properly for the first time since the subject has been changed, “I’m.. I’m workin’ on some stuff, but you- you don’t need to get wound up ‘about it. I’m a grown man, I’m fine”

“You were acting strange-” Natasha states bluntly, “- Someone noticed, told us to check in”

“Someone noticed-” Y/N says, “-and they told Steve to check in, as a friend, y’know, the way that you sometimes come and check in on me, when I’ve been on a hard job and someone gets antsy”

Steve feels his brow furrow at that. How long exactly had these two known each other?

“We were concerned that-”

“We know what you were concerned about” she says, rolling her eyes at Natasha, “Do you really think we don’t have somethin’ worked out for that kinda’ situation?”

Steve finds himself swallowing as he looks over at Bucky again.

He’s wearing a tight lipped smiles that he knows means he’s uncomfortable. His eyes are lowered to the plate in front of him, but before he can speak to offer some kind of support, he watches him look up, at Y/N.

“…doll, thinks it’s.. it’s unlikely, anyway” he says, “she, uh— she says it’s…”

“Almost completely impossible for anything short of repeated exposure to proven stimuli to trigger that kind of a total sub-nuero relay inversion when it’s been this long since you’ve last had a wipe.”

“In english, please.” Natasha says dryly.

This time, the roll of Y/N’s eyes isn’t playful. It’s exasperated.

“Because it’s been so long since anyones fiddled around in his head, it would take a whole new, professionally orchestrated set up to get him anywhere close to what you’re talkin’ about.”

Bucky’s leg is shaking now. Steve watches it bouncing on the stool for a moment;

Y/N catches it too, and reaches out under the counter with her foot, brushing it against his calf.

He stills himself at the contact, exhaling shakily as Natasha hums curiously.

“So we don’t have anything to watch out for?”

“I wouldn’t say that” Y/N counters, “You’ve pissed me off, for a start”

“But Winter Solider wise-”

“Bucky is fine.” She says decisively, “But, that doesn’t mean we don’t have a plan in place, in case anything changes on that front.”

“And that means…”

“That means” Y/N hisses impatiently, “That you don’t need to worry about anybodies state of mind, other than mine, because as usual, the Starks have taken care of everything else, and all my brother meant when he asked Rodgers to check in on his friend, was that he might actually want to consider asking if he was doin’ okay, not that he should grab you and spend the next twenty minu-”

“-Doll…”

Bucky’s interruption silences her instantly. She inhales sharply, before sitting back in her seat, irritation flaring, but then, when she looks across, and see’s the way that Barnes is watching her, with nothing but genuine adoration behind his eyes, it evaporates like smoke, leaving her looking as composed as ever in her seat.

“We shouldn’t have watched after you came in” Natasha concedes, looking genuinely remorseful, “I’m sorry”

“Me too, Y/N— Both, Both of you, I- I’m sorry”

Bucky shakes his head.

“You shouldn’t have watched at all” Y/N says, ignoring Steve completely, “Sestra, vy dolzhny verit', chto u nas vse vyyasneno. Yesli by byl shans, chto kto-nibud' mozhet postradat', my by uzhe ispravili eto.” Sister, you have to trust that we have things figured out. If there was a chance that anyone was going to get hurt, we'd have fixed it by now.

Steve’s jaw hangs slack as he hears russian pouring easily from the woman’s lips.

“YA doveryayu tebe.” Natasha replies, “i, yesli vy skazhete, chto vse v poryadke, ya ne budu sporit’.

I trust you, and, if you say everything is okay, then I won't argue.

“Vse v poryadke.”

Everything is okay.

Y/N’s answer has an air of finality too it. Even though he has no idea what she’s actually said.

“So” Natasha says, tone incredibly light, “How long as you two been a thing?”

Steve almost chokes on air at that.

Bucky chuckles quietly beside him, whilst Y/N goes back to eating.

He can barely keep up with the atmospheric shift. It’s so strange that only a few minutes ago the women were close to an argument, where as now, they might as well be best friends.

How, did they meet, again?

He has no idea, he realises, he’d always assumed that Y/N, was a package deal that came with Tony, he’d never given any thought to how she might know anyone else, even the night before, when Romanoff had said that she’d known the woman for a long time, he’d never actually thought about it.

“He’s doin’ that face again” Y/N observes, using her fork to point at Steve, “He really should stop workin’ so hard over breakfast”

Bucky laughs almost silently, as Steve blinks himself back to the moment.

“That’s not an answer” Natasha says.

“I know” Y/N agrees cheerily, “You’re not supposed to know there is a ‘thing’ anyway. Don’t see why I should confirm or deny”

“Confirm” the other woman repeats, with a chuckle of her own, “You spent the whole night curled up together like lap cats-”

“I’ve spent more than one night curled with you, like a lap cat.” Y/N says, “Wanna talk about any things that we might have had going on?”

Steve chokes on a bite of pancake that he doesn’t remember taking.

Natasha shakes her head, taking a drink from Y/N’s mug.

They both catch her throwing a wink at Bucky, who just grins, bashful and sweet down at his own food, as he starts to pick at it again.

“Beregi yeye, Barns.” The red-head says calmly, “

Take good care of her, Barnes.

“YA budu. YA klyanus’.”

I will, I swear.

His reply is calm, it’s composed and that, is what makes Steve tilt his head.

It’s so odd, hearing the Russian words without the fear that laced them before.

Natasha just nods, satisfied, and Y/N, goes back to eating.

Steve thinks he should apologise, again. He feels like he should, like he’s misjudged the whole situation, like, he’s betrayed Bucky and totally under-estimated Y/N.

“I…” he begins, anxiously shifting, “I’m really, I’m really sorry”

To his surprise, it’s Barnes that answers.

“We know, Stevie, it’s alright, just… just, ask me next time… it’s like doll said— if you’re… if you’re worried, you can just talk to me”

“I know” He’s quick to agree, “I know, Buck- I’m sorry-”

“You’ve already apologised” Y/N reminds him cooly, “It’s alright, just don’t let me catch you at it again— last thing we need is you turnin’ into a peepin’ tom. Although Tony would love that-”

“Oh, god” Bucky mutters, “Don’t tell your brother bout it, darlin’, he’ll never let them live it down”

Her face is a light. Steve notices then, for the first time, how beautiful she is. With no make up, hair tied back, genuinely grinning, with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Maybe that’s exactly why I should tell him, huh?” she teases, “might take the heat off you for a bit-”

“Steve watchin’ ya’ through a mirror is hardly comparable to anythin’ I’ve-”

“I don’t think he’d compare” she says, “he’d probably just take the excuse to be an asshole to someone else for a couple of weeks”

“He’s not an asshole” Bucky counters dryly, “Darlin’, I think he’s been-”

“Your judgement is skewed” Y/N cuts in, eating again, “You wouldn’t say a bad word about him regardless”

Barnes doesn’t argue, he just shrugs, smiling a little as he goes back to picking at the meal before him.

“So, does he know?” Natasha asks, brow quirked, “Bout this ‘not a thing’ you’ve got goin’ on?”

Steve blinks, unsure of why she’s pressing the issue.

“Does that matter?” Y/N counters, like she’s genuinely interested in the other woman’s answer, “He’s my brother, it’s my relationship, surely it’s my business-”

“Your brother has a bad temper” Nat answers calmly, “I’d like to know if we need to be ready for-”

“Awww, Red” Y/N inserts, grinning, “are ya’ sayin’ that I don’t have a bad temper?”

Steve is gobsmacked, absorbed in the exchange and almost as fascinated by the way that Bucky is ignoring it completely;

“No” Natasha says, “I’m saying that if there is some kind of fight, then I’m with you-”

“’til the end of the line, right?” Y/N finishes, clear teasing in her tone.

Steve opens his mouth to object to the jab, but Bucky is laughing before he gets chance;

“You’re bein’ a jackass, doll” he chuckles, “she’s tryin’ to be nice”

“I’m a Stark” the woman says calmly, “some might say that jackass is a genetic trait”

When he rolls his eyes, Steve realises that he’s gawking; He hasn’t seen Barnes talking this much since… well, since the forties, really.

“Whatever” Y/N snorts, attention back on Natasha, “I love you too, Nat, you don’t have to declare sides on a war that isn’t ever goin’ to start”

“But-”

“Even if it did” she continues, “I trust you, I know you’ve got my back, alright?”

Natasha looks like she wants to say something more, but, eventually, after a strained look at Steve, she just nods, picking at her pancakes.

“You all worry way too much” Y/N declares after a moment, taking a sip from her coffee, “I swear it’s a wonder you haven’t gone grey”

“He tried to kill-” Natasha begins,

The other woman cuts her off with a pointed glare. Steve finds himself blinking at the look, and the way it’s worked at silencing the spy so quickly.

“Three years ago” she says, seemingly calm, “my brother came up with the mark 58 suit…”

The trio blink at her a little blankly. Even Bucky looks confused.

“You wouldn’t remember” Y/N allows, “It was red, like the others, gold like the others— brilliant like the others”

Steve opens his mouth to question her train of thought, but quickly decides against it, when he notes how she’s clearly not finished speaking.

“But” she says, taking a drink of her coffee, “It was the first model to have auto-aiming energy conducers.”

Nobody responds, so she shrugs.

“It wasn’t actually that big of a deal, since his previous models had all had the same long range damage capability, and JARVIS used to be pretty good at setting targets up, but it was time saving, y’know? It meant that if he wanted to take down a jet he didn’t even have to be able to see the thing, just scan for it, lock on, and boom, no amount of evasive manoeuvres or counter attacks would make any difference-“

“What does that have to do with-” Natasha tries to cut in

“-He was on mark, what? back when ya’ll had that fight?” Y/N continues, ignoring the woman’s attempt, “102? 103? I mean, I think we’re on 121 now.”

“Y/N” the red head insists, “What does that-”

“Even forgetting about all the significant upgrades he’s made over the years…” she drawls, locking eyes with her friend, “he definitely had the ability to take out military grade weaponry- even moving missiles with the push of a button- without even having to stop and lock on himself.”

She looks at Steve, and then, at Bucky.

“If he wanted to kill anybody they’d be dead” she finishes, gaze back on Natasha, “it was a glorified fist-fight, Red, and considerin’ the video he’d just seen, I’d say a brawl was the least you could expect.”

The mention of the video as brief as it was, has had an instant effect on Bucky. He’s stiff now. Eyes firmly on his plate even though his cutlery is discarded, hands both hidden on his lap beneath the counter.

Natasha looks contrite. Everything Y/N is saying makes total sense, she supposes, there was never another way Tony was going to react- and he didn’t actually hurt either of the men that are sitting around the table with them.

“Have you seen it?” Steve asks suddenly, eyes meeting Y/N’s again—

His question shocks everyone, including him. He hadn’t meant to speak, or at least, he hadn’t meant to ask that, not with Bucky sitting at his side.

“More times than you.”

Her answer surprises him even more.

Natasha watches with the same look of fascination that she’d worn the night before as Y/N takes another bite of her breakfast;

“Y/N, I-”

Her head shakes before Steve can even finish his sentence.

“It doesn’t matter” she says firmly, “I knew way before I it, it was never a shock for me like it was Tony-”

“You knew before?” Natasha asks, curiosity spiking

“That my dad didn’t die in a random car accident on the one night he decided to transport his top-secret super serum across country without any security?” she mocks, “Yeah, Nat, I figured that one out all on my own.”

Her brown eyes roll in her head, and Steve notices how she’s deliberately not looking at anyone, anymore;

“How long had you known for?” the red-head presses, tone more careful, now.

“A while” Y/N replies, “I knew I was right when Peg wouldn’t let me and Tony get an autopsy, she said it was because he was probably drunk, didn’t want to ruin his legacy, or something’… Tony bought it but-” she shrugs, “-I was younger, I didn’t have a company to take over, guess I had more time to dwell on things”

“But you would’ve been 12 years old back then-” Nat says, “You’re saying you’ve known since then-”

“-It wasn’t an accident-” Y/N cuts in, “I didn’t figure out the details right away, and it took me awhile to dig around enough to find that tape-”

“So you knew before we did?” the red haired woman continues “that Barnes-”

“No” Y/N replies quickly, “Not exactly.”

Her eyes flicker to Bucky, she offers him a calm smile, and then, she looks back at her friend, altering her expression to something a little more forgiving.

“I knew that something had happened— That it hadn’t been a crash— and when I got older, I figured that HYDRA had probably been involved, that was enough for a while, when we were workin’ y’know?” she stops to see that the woman is following her, “when I had some more time, I… I found the footage, and then when I’d managed to decode it all, including the audio… I heard him saying ‘Sargent Barnes’—”

“Please” Bucky gulps, looking desperately at his lover, “Please don’t-”

Don’t talk about this, right now, he thinks, please, I can’t handle it.

Whatever words Y/N was about to say die in her throat. Her entire face softens as she gives the man a nod.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway” she tells Natasha, realising that she’d gotten a little caught up, “I know what happened now— Tony knows enough, and everything-”

“You know what happened” Natasha repeats, “and Tony knows… enough?”

Steve raises his brow when he catches the implication behind the woman’s words, but Bucky’s breathing is noticeably shallow, now, so he daren’t push any further.

“Yes.” Y/N says firmly, suddenly standing, “That’s exactly what I said.”

There’s a beat of silence, and he finds himself expecting Natasha to challenge Y/N further. He’s never seen her back down before- he’s formulating a way of getting Bucky to follow him out of the room, should the women start some kind of argument, he’s been warned about Y/N’s temper, after all, but, to his surprise, the red-head just…nods.

“yesli ty tak govorish’”If you say so, she says, attention returning to her food-

“Da, Nat … Obeshchayu, vse v poryadke, prosto … slozhno”

I do, Nat… I promise, everything's fine, it's just… complicated.

Y/N’s words are emphasised by the way she comes to stand, pacing around until she’s by Bucky’s side.

He doesn’t move to look at her. He’s fallen back into silence, now, and Steve finds himself watching him with poorly disguised concern.

“Do you want to come for a walk with me?” Y/N asks, tone calm and unassuming.

Almost instantly, the man nods. Eyes aimed at the floor as he gets off his stool in one swift movement;

“C’mon then” she says, taking his hand in her own— “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Wait!-” Steve exclaims, reaching out to grab the other man’s shoulder, “-Buck are you-”

The second his fingers makes contact with Bucky’s shirt, the man flinches away, jolting back and almost stumbling into the wall.

It’s Y/N that stops him, by adjusting her position instantly, correcting her footing and shifting so that she’s in front of him.

Steve looks horrified. Bucky’s face has morphed into something so terror-stricken that he feels absurdly guilty for the way he’s tried to touch him without permission.

Both men blurt out a ‘Sorry’ at exactly the same time, and Y/N can’t help but roll her eyes, despite the way that Bucky’s apology is one that’s clearly motivated by some kind of fear induced reflex.

She squeezes his palm, and offers him a calm smile as he tries to calm himself down.

Nobodies coming to hurt you, he thinks, It’s just Steve— He’s not going to hurt you—

“-Buck, I- I didn’t mean to-“ Steve tries to explain, “-I just wanted to apologise, again…”

He looks so intensely embarrassed, that even she can’t help but take pity on him, even though he’s not her first priority at the moment.

Bucky’s fingers are clinging to hers, now. She can feel his pulse hammering through his palm.

“I think you’ve covered that base” Natasha inserts, from where she’s watching the interaction unfold, “We won’t do it again”

“No” Y/N agrees, smiling, “You won’t.”

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romanticvampiric · 4 months

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ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 07

ㅤCW: Bodyshaming, scorpions and mention of vomit / Bodyshaming, escorpiones y mención de vomito.

English ver.

Romantic: ( Aah, but what a boring day. )

( I‘m a little hungry, but I don’t understand. I supposedly had lunch a while ago. )

( Maybe I’ll buy something after the next class, or before? ...I’ll try not to spend my money impulsively. )

For now... there must be something I can do. I’m tired of sitting here doing absolutely nothing.

( Now that I think about it, I should continue my research regarding the Sakamaki. I can’t deny that those guys are terrifying, after all, they are not human. )

( But who else would do the dirty work? I highly doubt anyone else would suspect them of being vampires within the Institution. )

( Could they be accomplices? ...This whole situation makes me feel so insecure, so uncomfortable. )

Ayato: Haa? Are you still sitting here, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( It’s Ayato-kun... Again. )

Oh, well... Yes, something like that.

If I’m being honest with you, I’m surprised you actually noticed.

Ayato: How can you not? You’ve been sitting there for hours.

What? Are you afraid that others will start to notice how tiny you are?

Romantic: ——!

( He didn’t say that...! )

Ayato: Heh. What’s happening? Don’t worry, Chibimushi. Everyone here already notices it perfectly.

Is your height affecting you? Haha!

Romantic: ...It’s not funny. Also, I already told you to stop calling me that.

Ayato: But I don’t even remember your real name. This one suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?

I would say it even goes with your personality. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ...!

( Ugh... He’s just trying to provoke me. I’m not going to give him the luxury of responding now. )

( I’m not even that small! )

...Whatever.

Ayato-kun, do you know if the cafeteria is still open? I... I want to eat something before the next class.

Ayato: Bah. The cafeteria has been closed for a few hours, Chibimushi. You should have gone there sooner if you were that hungry, you know?

Romantic: ( Haa, I thought so... )

Ayato: But when it opens, I can bring you something delicious if you want, what were you planning to eat?

Romantic: No need, Ayato-kun, thank you. I wasn’t that hungry either, so I’ll stay here.

Ayato: Come on. I’ll spoil you a little, how about I bring you something sweet? Ore-sama is quite a gentleman after all!

Romantic: ( Huh? )

Ayato: They opened a sweets store very close to the school recently, Kanato showed it to me one day.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Well... I’m aware of how much Kanato-kun loves sweets. But surprises me that he would want to share the store with Ayato-kun. )

( Most likely he didn’t actually do it... It’s even allowed to leave the school during class time—?)

Ayato: Now, is there something you want exactly? Although, I guess anything would be good for a Chibimushi like you.

Tell me, what you think?

Romantic: ...Okay, I’ll accept your invitation, but... I'm not sure what to choose.

Ayato: Oh, that’s simple. You just have to think of something that you like too much. Come on, choose now!

Romantic: ( All this situation is so strange. Ayato-kun acted too kind... The sweets, the store... )

( Is this «kind act» to ask me for something in return? Blood, perhaps? )

❁ㅤAyato stands up from his seat and stares at Romantic as he stands in the classroom with his arms crossed.

Romantic: Well...

Ayato: So! What do you want, Chibimushi? Sweets? Ice cream? Cake? Chocolates? Name it and it will be yours.

You better not reject me this time!

Romantic: ...Maybe I would like some cake, I really like tres leches, I haven't had it in a while.

❁ㅤHe laughed without hesitation and leaned towards the boy again, smiling at him while shaking his black hair until it looked like a bird’s nest.

Ayato: You really are unique, aren’t you?

Romantic: S-stop already!

Ayato: Hahaha! I’ll go get the cake you want, so don’t go anywhere else without my permission, okay? I’ll be right back.

Romantic: Please, don’t let other people see you!

Haa... this boy is going to get me expelled one day...

❁ㅤWith that, the vampire looked up, turned around and walked towards the classroom hallway in search of the small gift, his salmon eyes completely stunned by his strange behavior.

Romantic: ( I’m not going to distrust Ayato-kun, I don’t like him, but... I do know him. )

( Maybe... he just wanted to do it. But nobody gets that kind of thing out of nowhere, right? )

I wonder what he has in mind.

—25 minutes later.—

❁ㅤAfter a while, the door opened and Ayato re-entered the room; he is now standing in front of Romantic while he is holding behind his back what appears to be a white box labeled: «The Sweet Aroma».

Ayato: Well, well! Here it is.

Romantic: Wow! I can see?

Ayato: Of course, watch carefully.

❁ㅤA small smile from ear to ear appeared on his face as soon as he spoke, offering his companion the large box of cake that he had agreed to buy, while he showed his fangs on the outside.

Romantic: Wow!

Hee-hee! ♪ The box is quite big for a cake…

Ayato: Oh, you’d be surprised how big this cake is, Chibimushi.

Come on, take a look.

Romantic: Really? Well, I wouldn’t want to eat it alone, wouldn’t you like a slice, Ayato-kun?

Really, I don’t mind sharing it with you.

Ayato: Che, why would I do it? I gave it to you. Therefore, it’s natural that you, as the receiver, eat it up.

I was kind enough to bring it to you, so hurry up and open it!

Romantic: ( Ayato-kun... He doesn’t want some cake? But he loves food, and making me angry... )

( What should I do? I’m starting to think this is suspicious, and if possible, I would like to avoid having to eat something weird... )

( This was already planned... Wasn’t it? )

I...

Ayato: Ah, come on! I’m telling you to open it now!

Romantic: I’m on it, be patient, please.

( I have to act now. Do whatever, but do it now.... Otherwise Ayato-kun is going to get tired of waiting... )

Ayato: Shut up. It’s your fault for taking forever.

Romantic: Let me open it, okay? Let’s see how it is...

Ayato:...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh my God, it can’t be true... )

Aah...! No—!

( T-they are... they are scorpions! There are scorpions in the cake! )

Ayato: Hehe, it seems like you liked it a lot. You jumped with excitement.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: What’s wrong, Chibimushi? You’re shaking...

Romantic: Ayato-kun! Did you—?!

Ayato: Yes, it was me.

For a moment I thought about just bringing you the cake, but there’s nothing better than a complement, right? Enjoy it.

Romantic: ...!

( I knew it. Ayato-kun couldn’t be that kind. I really was a real fool... )

Ayato: Hehe! You have no choice when you are like this.

Come on, eat one of those. They’ll probably be delicious too, right?

Romantic: W-what?

Ayato: What you heard.

Don’t be shy, Chibimushi. Go on, take advantage of the fact that you are the only one who will have it, take a huge bite.

Or... are you too afraid to eat one of these? Don’t tell me they scare you.

Romantic: ( That smile... How did he know? )

❁ㅤThe young man struggled, trying to remove the various scorpions from his sight. He knew that he didn’t have many options available to him, but still...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

N-no, Ayato-kun! I can’t do it!

Ayato: Oh, of course you can. Just trust me...

Romantic: No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... you’ll like it, believe me.

Come on, close your eyes and open wide.

Romantic: ( I don’t want to look...! I feel like I could die right now from the disgust... No! )

Ayato: Here it comes... yum! ...Delicious, hehe.

Romantic: Nh—!

Ayato: Wow, Chibimushi, you’re really making a mess, huh?!

H-hey! Don’t you dare throwing up. Open your eyes, pay attention to what you’re doing.

Romantic: ( ... )

( Huh? )

( ...Wait, these aren’t scorpions. )

( These are... )

Candy...?

Ayato: That’s right. Why so upset? You haven’t even swallowed it yet. I can give you worse to eat, so consider yourself lucky.

That face of yours... you’re totally hopeless, I almost feel sorry for you. Haha!

Romantic: Ugh...! Ayato-kun...! I can’t believe it!

I thought they were real...! I—!

Ayato: Hahaha! How could you believe something like that? You really are an idiot, Chibimushi! Haha!

Romantic: ( In the end... he was just making fun of me, again. But this time... Ayato-kun crossed the line. )

( I can't believe I let myself be fooled, I never learn! )

Ayato: Ah, hehe... my stomach hurts. I shouldn’t have laughed so much...

Here, take this, nerd.

❁ㅤThe redhead extended a small white handkerchief from one of his pants pockets and handed it to the minor with a certain mocking tone.

Romantic: ...Thank you.

❁ㅤHe sighed, taking the piece of paper to wipe his mouth. He had made a total mess on his face.

Ayato: That’s the Chibimushi I know.

Alright! This is making me hungry, so let’s change plans, okay? Let’s finish that cake you and I together.

Make sure you enjoy every bite, so put that face away. Whether you like it or not, it’s a gift for you.

Romantic: ...Okay, I promise to be grateful.

( I don’t know what to think... )

—Monologue.—

Ayato-kun and I didn’t have cutlery during free class, so we ate the entire cake using our hands. Making sure not to throw anything on the floor.

To be honest, I had a lot of leftovers on my «plate». I didn’t have much of an appetite back then, so I just gave it all to him.

Not because he wasn’t delicious or because I wanted to ignore the detail. However, the presence of a scorpion, even if it is made of candy or even as an ornament, seems very unpleasant to me.

I had to eat at least five of them, and I imagined their legs moving when I bit into them, or worse, their stingers stuck in my tongue as I chewed.

In the end, it seems that Ayato-kun liked the cake he bought more than I did.

ーー END OF DARK 07ーー

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You may be wondering why this is on my main blog and not on @lovebatty... Well, I was editing this post and then realized that this was the wrong blog 😭 funny story.

But it doesn't matter, hopefully it won't happen to me again. As you can see, we saw more of Ayato's cruel behavior on this point of the story❕ This chapter gives me chills, because I really DON'T like scorpions❕❕ So I feel bad for Romi, he doesn't deserve this.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Versión en Español.

Romantic: ( Aah, pero que día tan aburrido. )

( Tengo un poco de hambre, pero no lo entiendo. Se supone que ya había almorzado desde hace rato. )

( Quizá vaya a comprar algo después de la siguiente clase, ¿o antes? ...Intentaré no gastar mi dinero impulsivamente. )

Por ahora... debe haber algo que pueda hacer. Ya me cansé de estar aquí sentado sin hacer absolutamente nada.

( Ahora que lo pienso, debería continuar con mi investigación respecto a los Sakamaki. No puedo negar que esos tipos son aterradores, después de todo, no son humanos. )

( Pero quién más haría el trabajo sucio. Dudo mucho que alguien más sospeche que ellos son vampiros dentro de la Institución. )

( ¿Podrían ser cómplices? ...Toda esta situación me hace sentir tan inseguro, tan incómodo. )

Ayato: ¿Haa? ¿Todavía sigues aquí sentado, Chibimushi?

Romantic: ( Es Ayato-kun... Otra vez. )

Oh, pues... Sí, algo así.

Sí te soy honesto, me sorprende que lo notarás.

Ayato: ¿Cómo no hacerlo? Has estado sentado allí durante horas.

¿Qué? ¿Tienes miedo de que los demás comiencen a notar lo diminuto que eres?

Romantic: ¡——!

( ¡Él no dijo eso...! )

Ayato: Je. ¿Qué pasa? No te angusties, Chibimushi. Todos aquí ya lo notamos perfectamente.

¿Tu altura te está afectando? ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ...No es gracioso. Además, ya te he dicho que dejes de llamarme de esa forma.

Ayato: Pero si ni siquiera me acuerdo de tu verdadero nombre.

Ese te queda bastante bien, ¿no? Diría que hasta va con tu personalidad. Chi-bi-mu-shi.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Ugh... Él tan sólo busca provocarme. No pienso darle el lujo de responder ahora. )

( ¡Ni siquiera soy tan pequeño! )

...Como sea.

...Ayato-kun, ¿sabes si la cafetería todavía está abierta? Yo... quiero comer algo antes de la próxima clase.

Ayato: Bah. La cafetería lleva cerrada unas horas, Chibimushi. Deberías haber ido allí antes si tanta hambre tenías, ¿sabes?

Romantic: ( Haa, lo suponía... )

Ayato: Pero cuando abra, puedo traerte algo delicioso si quieres, ¿qué pensabas comer?

Romantic: No es necesario, Ayato-kun, gracias. Yo tampoco tenía tanta hambre, así que me quedaré aquí.

Ayato: Vamos. Te consentiré un poco, te traeré algo dulce, ¿de acuerdo? ¡Ore-sama es todo un caballero después de todo!

Romantic: ( ¿Eh? )

Ayato: Recientemente abrieron una tienda de dulces muy cerca de la escuela, Kanato me la mostró un día.

Romantic: ( Kanato-kun? )

( Bueno... soy consciente de lo mucho que a Kanato-kun le encantan los dulces. Pero me sorprendería que quisiera compartir la tienda con Ayato-kun. )

( Lo más probable es que en realidad no lo haya hecho... ¿Está siquiera permitido salir de la escuela durante el horario de clases—?)

Ayato: Ahora, ¿hay algo que deseas exactamente? Aunque, supongo que cualquier cosa le vendría bien a un Chibimushi como tú.

Dime, ¿te animas?

Romantic: ...Está bien, aceptaré tu invitación, pero... no estoy seguro de qué elegir.

Ayato: Oh, eso es sencillo. Sólo debes pensar en algo que te guste demasiado, ¡vamos, elige ya!

Romantic: ( Toda esta situación es tan extraña. Ayato-kun actuó muy amable... Los dulces, la tienda... )

( ¿Es este acto amable para pedirme algo a cambio? ¿Sangre, tal vez? )

❁ㅤAyato se levanta de su asiento y mira fijamente a Romantic mientras está de pie en el salón de clases con los brazos cruzados.

Romantic: Pues...

Ayato: ¡Entonces! ¿Qué quieres, Chibimushi? ¿Dulces? ¿Helado? ¿Pastel? ¿Chocolates? Nómbralo y será tuyo.

¡Será mejor que no me rechaces esta vez!

Romantic: ...Quizás me gustaría un poco de pastel, me gusta mucho el de tres leches, hace tiempo que no lo he tenido.

❁ㅤSe rió sin dudarlo y se inclinó nuevamente hacia el chico, sonriéndole al mismo tiempo que le sacudía su cabello negro hasta dejarlo como un nido de pájaros.

Ayato: Realmente eres único, ¿no?

Romantic: ¡P-para ya!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! Iré a buscar el pastel que quieres, así que no vayas a ningún otro lado sin mi permiso, ¿vale? Ya vuelvo.

Romantic: ¡Por favor, no dejes que otras personas te vean! ¡Ve con mucho cuidado!

Haa... este chico va a hacer que me expulsen algún día...

❁ㅤDicho esto, el vampiro miró hacia arriba, se dio la vuelta y caminó hacia el pasillo del salón de clases en busca del pequeño regalo, el ojos asalmonados totalmente atónito ante su extraño comportamiento.

Romantic: ( No voy a desconfiar de Ayato-kun, no me agrada, pero… sí lo conozco. )

( Tal vez... sólo se sentía cómo tal. Pero nadie saca ese tipo de cosas de la nada, ¿verdad? )

Me pregunto qué tiene en mente.

—25 minutos después.—

❁ㅤDespués de un rato, la puerta se abrió y Ayato volvió a entrar a la habitación; está vez parado frente a Romantic mientras que iba sosteniendo detrás de su espalda lo que parecía ser una caja blanca con la etiqueta: «El Dulce Aroma».

Ayato: ¡Bien, bien! Aquí lo tienes.

Romantic: ¡Vaya! ¿Puedo verlo?

Ayato: Por supuesto, observa con atención.

❁ㅤUna pequeña sonrisa de oreja a oreja se le formuló en el rostro apenas le habló, ofreciéndole a su acompañante la gran caja de pastel que se había comprometido a comprar, mientras que mostraba los colmillos de fuera.

Romantic: ¡Guau!

¡Je-je! ♪ La caja es bastante grande para un pastel…

Ayato: Oh, te sorprendería lo grande que es este pastel, Chibimushi.

Vamos, echa un vistazo.

Romantic: ¿En serio? Bueno, no me gustaría comerlo solo, ¿no te gustaría una rebanada, Ayato-kun?

De verdad, no me molesta el compartirlo.

Ayato: Che, ¿por qué iba a hacerlo? Te lo dí a ti. Por lo tanto, es natural que tú, como receptor, te lo comas.

¡Vamos, tuve la amabilidad de traértelo, así que date prisa y ábrelo!

Romantic: ( ¿Ayato-kun... no quiere pastel? Pero él ama la comida, y molestarme. )

( ¿Qué debería hacer? Empiezo a creer que esto es sospechoso, y si es posible, me gustaría evitar tener que comer algo perjudicial para mí. )

( Esto ya estaba planeado...¿no es así? )

Romantic: Yo...

Ayato: ¡Ah, vamos! ¡Te estoy diciendo que lo abras ya!

Romantic: Ya voy, se paciente, por favor.

( Tengo que actuar ahora. Haz lo que sea, pero hazlo ahora... De lo contrario, Ayato-kun se cansará de esperar... )

Ayato: Cállate. Es tu culpa por tardar una eternidad.

Romantic: Déjame abrirlo, ¿de acuerdo? Veamos qué tal está...

Ayato: ...

Romantic: ...

...

( ...Oh Dios mío, no puede ser verdad... )

¡Aah! ¡No—!

( ¡S-son... son escorpiones! ¡Hay escorpiones en el pastel! )

Ayato: Jeje, parece que te gustó mucho. Saltaste de la emoción.

Romantic: ...

Ayato: ¿Qué ocurre, Chibimushi? Estás temblando...

Romantic: ¡Ayato-kun! ¡¿Acaso tú—?!

Ayato: Sí, fui yo.

Por un momento pensé en traerte sólo el pastel, pero no hay nada mejor que un complemento, ¿no es así? Disfrútalo.

Romantic: ¡...!

( Lo sabía. Ayato-kun no podría ser tan amable. Realmente fui un verdadero estúpido... )

Ayato: ¡Jeje! No tienes remedio cuando estás así.

Vamos, cómete uno de esos escorpiones. Seguramente estarán deliciosos también, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¿Q-qué?

Ayato: Lo que oíste.

No seas tímido, Chibimushi. Anda, aprovecha que eres el único que lo tendrá, dale un mordisco enorme.

¿O tienes demasiado miedo para comer uno de éstos? No me digas que te asustan.

Romantic: ( Esa sonrisa... ¿Cómo lo supo? )

❁ㅤEl joven luchó, tratando de quitar a los distintos escorpiones de su vista. Sabía que no tenía muchas opciones a su disposición, pero aún así...

Romantic: Ayato-kun...

¡N-no, Ayato-kun! ¡No puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Oh, claro que puedes. Sólo confía en mí...

Romantic: ¡No, no, no!

Ayato: Shh... te va a gustar, créeme.

Anda, cierra los ojos y abre grande.

Romantic: ( ¡No quiero mirar...! ¡Siento que podría morirme en este preciso instante del asco que siento...! )

Ayato: Ahí viene... ¡ñam! ...Delicioso, jeje.

Romantic: ¡Nh—!

Ayato: Vaya, Chibimushi, realmente estás haciendo un desastre, ¡¿eh?!

¡O-oye! No te atrevas a vomitar. Abre los ojos, fíjate muy bien en lo que haces.

Romantic: ( ... )

( ¿Eh? )

¿Caramelos...?

( ...Espera, estos no son escorpiones. )

( Estos son... )

Ayato: Así es. ¿Por qué tan disgustado? Ni siquiera te lo has tragado todavía. Puedo darte algo peor de comer, así que considérate afortunado.

Esa cara tuya... estás totalmente desesperado, casi siento pena por ti. ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ¡Ugh...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

¡No puedo creerlo! ¡Creí que eran de verdad! ¡Yo—!

Ayato: ¡Jajaja! ¿Cómo pudiste creer algo así? ¡Realmente eres idiota, Chibimushi! ¡Jaja!

Romantic: ( Al final... sólo estaba burlándose de mí, otra vez. Pero está vez... Ayato-kun cruzó la línea. Me siento... )

( No puedo creer que me deje engañar, ¡yo nunca aprendo! )

Ayato: Ah, jeje... me duele el estómago. No debí haberme reído tanto...

Toma, nerd.

❁ㅤEl bermejo extendió un pequeño pañuelo blanco de uno de los bolsillos de su pantalón y se lo entregó al menor con cierto tono burlón.

Romantic: ...Gracias.

❁ㅤSuspiró, tomando el pedazo de papel para limpiarse la boca. Había hecho un total desorden.

Ayato: Ese es el Chibimushi que conozco.

¡Bien! Esto me está dando hambre, así que cambiemos de planes, ¿vale? Terminemos ese pastel tú y yo juntos.

Asegúrate de disfrutar cada bocado, así que quita esa cara. Te guste o no, es un regalo para ti.

Romantic: ...De acuerdo, lo prometo.

( No sé qué pensar... )

—Monólogo.—

Ayato-kun y yo no teníamos cubiertos durante la clase libre, así que nos comimos todo el pastel usando nuestras manos. Asegurándonos de no tirar nada al piso.

Para ser honesto, yo tenía muchas sobras en mi «plato». No tenía bastante apetito en ese entonces, así que simplemente se lo di todo a él.

No porque no estuviera delicioso o porque quisiera despreciar el detalle. Sin embargo, la presencia de un escorpión, aunque sea de caramelo o incluso como adorno, me parece muy desagradable.

Tuve que comerme al menos cinco de ellos, y me imaginé sus piernas moviéndose cuando los mordí, o peor aún, sus aguijones clavados en mi lengua mientras masticaba.

Al final, parece que a Ayato-kun le gustó más el pastel que compró que a mí.

ーー FIN DEL DARK 07 ーー

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Quizás se esten preguntando por qué esto está en mi blog principal y no en @lovebatty... Bueno, es que estaba editando esta publicación y luego me di cuenta de que este era el blog equivocado 😭 qué gracioso.

Pero no importa, ojalá no me vuelva a pasar. Como puedes ver, vimos más comportamiento cruel de Ayato en este punto de la historia❕ Este capítulo me da escalofríos, porque realmente NO me gustan los alacranes / escorpiones❕❕ Pobre Romi, él no merecía.ㅤ(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Si les gusto, consideren darle a esta publicación un fav, rebloguear y, por qué no, incluso seguirme❕ Como siempre, muchas gracias por leer. Qué tengan un maravilloso día.

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Well that’s new

Pairing: vampire! Eddie munson x reader, demogorgon hybrid! Steve harrington x reader, mindflayer! Billy hargrove x reader

Mentions: cursing, cuteness, biting

Part of the monster house series which I’ll be making a master list for soon

You were in the middle of embalming a body when your assistant ran in saying there was a very shaken up man on the phone for you. You were quick to give your clipboard to go he assistant besides rushing towards your office slamming your door closed so your assistant couldn’t hear anything.

“Baby why are you calling me at work? Is everything okay? Is someone hurt?“ you heard what sounded like loud squeaking from the other line followed by some clatter and then Billy’s loud cursing. “Steve? Steve? What was that?” You were panicking at that point stomach tied up in knots as you thought about the worst case scenarios but you were snapped out of it by Steve saying “please come home” before the line went dead.

You were frantically gathering all of your stuff when your assistant knocked lightly on the door causing you to jump. “Are you okay?” She asks softly still clutching her clipboard “I’m fine I just need to get home, family emergency” before she could ask more on the issue you were already out the door and racing down the road heart racing.

When you get home you run inside as fast as you can “BOYS!” You shout out only to hear muffled squeaking followed by Steve and Billy cursing and what sound like them struggling with someone or something.

You rushed towards the garage where the source of the noise was coming room swinging open the bedroom door only to see Billy holding a writhing pillow case and an out of breath Steve but no sign of Eddie anywhere. “Are you okay?! What happened?! Where’s Eddie?!?” You quickly checked the two men over only finding small scratches and tiny bite marks.

“We have no clue” Steve mumbles beginning to scratch at the seam of his face/mouth like he usually does when he’s anxious “Eddie said he was just gonna practice his guitar in the garage since according to him it has better acoustics then we heard a loud crash, but when we went to see what had happened Eddie was no where to be found only this stinky little bat” Billy held up the writhing pillow case that was now squeaking quite loudly

You let out a soft sigh and gently take the pillow case from Billy’s grip figuring the poor little bat must be scared shitless. You gently open the top of the pillow case only to be met with a familiar pair of big brown eyes. “Eddie? You murmur with confusion only to be met with a pitiful squeak and a little nod.

“Oh you poor thing” you coo softly gently lifting Eddie from his pillowcase prison. “That’s Eddie?” Steve asks as you tuck Eddie into the front of your shirt to stop his shaking “kinda like him like this” Billy mumbles as Steve reaches out to pet Eddie’s comically large ears earning him a few happy squeaks

Once everything had settled down you all made your way back to the house deciding to sit on the couch and set Eddie on the table so he was facing all of you. “So Ed’s you don’t know what happened?” Eddie squeaks then shook his head no before flopping down in defeat his ears drooping. You clutched your heart at how cute Eddie was even if the situation was strange “aweeeee” you coo scooping up Eddie so you can smoosh your cheek against his fluffy one.

The next few days were….weird to put it lightly. Bat Eddie was more of a menace than regular Eddie was. He would squeak up a storm when he wanted something and if no one answered his squeaks and taps of his little claws he’d resort to light biting followed by more squeaking only louder. He also found evil joy in shitting where ever the hell he pleased which always seemed to be Billy’s workout equipment much to the man’s anger and annoyance. He also loved sitting on you or Steve’s head and tangling himself up in yours hair like it was his own personal nest.

Eddie had been a bat for about 2 weeks when it finally happened. You were holding him in your lap scratching behind his ears like he likes when suddenly there was a huge puff of smoke that blinded you and sent you into a coughing fit while you tried to fan it away. When most of it finally dispersed the first thing you noticed was the heavy weight on your lap followed by Eddie’s wild brunette hair coming into view. “Didja miss me sweetheart” Eddie chuckled pressing kisses all over your face and neck “mmm of course I did Ed’s but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t gonna miss bat you” Eddie gasped dramatically clutching his heart falling off your lap like he had been shot giving you a view of his very naked self.

“Ed’s go get dressed” you giggles only to receive another dramatic gasp from the man now on the floor “and now you don’t like to see me naked anymore?!?” God how you wound me” you rolled your eyes before the both of you made eye contact bursting out laughing.

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The Walls Come Crumbling Down

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader

Warnings: Very slight mention of smut.

Technically part three of The Sun & The Moon series but can be read alone as well.

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It had been a few months since Steven and Marc had told you the complicated - and somewhat concerning - situation that was their lives. You have since established yourself as a primary presence in both of their lives in different capacities and the you had since decided to find a place that was both of yours.

‘Marc, it’s alright. Tell her,’ Steven gently encouraged as Marc observed you from across the room, the sway of your hips as you hummed along to a random song was simply hypnotic.

You were so lost in the process of attempting to unpack the kitchen that you didn’t hear him approach, you were determined not to have to order-in another night.

“Y/N,” you heard in Marc’s distinct deep voice from behind as a hand made gentle contact with your hip. It was a strangely intimate action from how he usually was with you.

You turn around to find his dark eyes surveying you and you can’t quite make out the look that they are currently conveying, “Are you okay?” You ask the concern evident in your voice.

“Yeah, of course,” he insisted “It’s just…that….,” he takes a deep breath before diving in “I’m sorry…for being so cold to you,” he paused.

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s okay…,” you insist knowing that this was difficult for him to do. He’s had to build up these walls to protect himself and now they were coming down.

“No, it’s not…” he paused to take a breath “you don’t deserve it.”

“Thank you.”

‘Marc, it’s alright,’ Steven assured him.

“You asked me before what you meant to me,” he paused and looked to the floor as he took a breath “you mean a lot to me.”

“Marc.”

“Steven and I have discussed it and,” he paused and he noticed you were now leaning against the counter and you were clearly deep in thought “I want to be with you too,” your eyes have now met his “it’s completely up to you…you won’t be cheating.” This drew a slight smirk from you as the pink rose to your cheeks.

It was now your turn to take action as you crossed the small distance between you and his eyes never leave yours as your eyes scan his lips giving him permission. He cups your face with one hand and pulls you as your lips meet. The kiss is filled with passion and promise and takes your breath away.

He spent that night showing you exactly how different he was compared to Steven. While Steven was sweet and tender and had a tendency touch you as if you were made of porcelain and may shatter at any moment. Marc’s touch was full of passion and need and he held and kissed you as if you would vanish if he let you go.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him as you run your hands through in his messy curls that are damp from exertion as he peppers your neck with kisses before laying beside you and pulling you close.

You spent the weekend with Marc, and getting to know who he truly was since he had finally opened up to you. You have had a major soft spot for him since the first time he had fronted in your presence and expressed his concern about the third alter. It was easy to fall in love once you were both on the same page.

You let out a sigh as you rolled over to hit the snooze on your phone. All you wanted was ten more minuets as you sink into the embrace of the man curled up around you.

“Miss me, dove?” Steven whispers as he tries to pull you even closer as he nuzzles your neck and buries his face in your hair.

“Always,” you mumble back as you roll over so that you are nose-to-nose. You may have fallen quickly in love with Marc, but Steven completed you. He was the breath of fresh air your life had so desperately needed and he always treated you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

You both let out an irritated rumble when the alarm once again sounded and this time you had to get up to start your day. At least you had a shower to look forward to.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #the sun & the moon #moon knight #moon knight fan fiction #mcu fanfic

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Another New Step - Chapter 1 - The Aftermath Series

MK's been feeling...weird lately. At first thinking it was a normal illness. But further changes make him and the other's realize that something very weird was happening.

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: General Audiences Relationships: MK&SunWukong, MK&Macaque, MK&Pigsy, MK&Tang Warnings/Additional Tags: Everyone’s going to be here at one point or another, Things are changing, MK is changing, Obligatory ‘changing into a monkey’ story, You knew this was coming.

It started with, what MK thought was, a sore throat. But a weird sort of sore throat. One that only popped up when he was on Flower Fruit Mountain. Not only making his throat feel itchy, but had a sort of pressure to it. As if something was trying to crawl its way out. At first believing that maybe he suddenly developed an allergy, either from the plants growing from the mountains or from the animals that lived there. After all, the mentioned items couldn’t be found anywhere in the city he called home. Until he narrowed down further when the itchy, strained feeling occurred.

The first time he really noticed this strange situation was when he and Monkey King were getting ready to train. Before trading blows, Wukong insisted that they stretch.

“We don’t get that option when we’re in a fight.” MK pointed out the first time he’d been instructed to do so.

“True. But taking the option now can prevent getting hurt while training. Meaning you’re in better shape when you need to fight.” Was the simple reply.

As the time passed, the small, white furred monkeys had started to outline the training grounds that had been selected for that day. Watching on curiously as their king and his chosen successor trained, preparing the younger for future problems. At least, the older members did. Any monkey counted as an adult would stay while the children would be called away from one of their parents when blows were about to be exchanged. To make sure the smaller monkeys were safe and away from the training, just in case it became too intense. The adults sound out chirps to gain their child’s attention to call them away.

It was something that MK had first ignored. Merely asking Monkey King what all that meant before leaving it be. Until the teen realized that, at some point, he had to hold himself back from making a noise. To reply back to the calls that weren't even directed at him. It was strange, really bizarre, to the point where he brought it up to his mentor. In a strange, not very helpful roundabout way.

“So, hey, Monkey King, random question.” MK tried to make his voice sound as casual as possible. Blocking an attack before returning his own.

“Sure bud, what’s up?”

“Remember when I asked what the monkey’s were doing when we finished our warmups?”

“The chirps, yeah, what about it?”

“Have you heard of anyone, like, say a human, try and reply to them?”

“To the chirps? From a human? Uh, no, not that I’m aware of. Why do you ask?”

“Ah, no reason! Just curious.”

Wukong frowned, seeing through the lie easily. Knowing what that strained smile on MK’s face meant. But he didn’t push the topic. “Alright, if you say so.”

While the conversation fell away, that didn’t mean Wukong let the matter fully settle. Curious as to what the issue possibly was, the golden monkey started to pay closer to his successor. Namely during the time that MK had originally brought up this question. Trying to appear as casual as possible, Wukong kept his eyes on the teen. Nothing seemed out of place when they started out. MK not even caring or paying attention to the white furred monkeys that were surrounding them.

Then the familiar chirps sounded and Wukong saw an immediate change in his successor. MK suddenly went straight, eye dilating as they scanned the crowd, mouth opening slightly. Only for the teen to pull back quickly. Eagerness turned to confusion as a hand reached up to rub his neck. Mouth closing quickly and eyes now darted down to stare at the ground.

“Kid, you okay?” Wukong called out. Worried about the sudden change in emotions and actions.

MK looked up at that, hand dropping. “Oh, yeah! Sorry, I think I’m coming down with something, throat hurts a little.”

Wukong frowned, walking over to place a hand on MK’s forehead. Who stilled, feeling the foreign hand. “Mmm…you’re not warm, so you don’t have a fever.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m sure it’s just a small cold.”

“Have you been feeling back for awhile?”

“No…I actually only feel ‘bad’ when I’m up here. I kind of thought it was allergies, but I don’t feel that bad, and…”

“And?” Wukong raised his brows, waiting for MK to continue.

“...I only feel it when we’re stretching. When the chirps sound.”

“Wait, what?”

“I know, it’s weird! But something just feels off when I hear the sound. Like…”

“It’s okay bud, you can tell me.”

“Like I want to reply back. B-But I know that’s strange! I mean, you even said it yourself, humans can’t respond back. So I just figured I was sick…or something.” MK finished weakly, looking away and griping the staff closer.

Wukong, on his part, was curious. “Have you tried?”

“To do what?”

“To respond back. I just watched you now. You seemed like you were going to, but pulled back, why?”

“...Because I figured it would be weird.”

“Kid, look around. You’re being trained by the Monkey King, while wielding a magical staff after saving the world so many times and fighting so many demons. I think you’re past feeling ‘weird’ about any of this.”

“But humans don’t do this-”

“They don’t fight demons either! MK, you can’t compare yourself to everyone else. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to everyone to do so. Besides, you might feel better if you try it.”

“...I guess.”

“Wanna give it a go then?”

MK faltered slightly at that. “What?”

“As your mentor, I’m allowed to fill the role as…” Wukong quickly cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous, “Look at it this way, chirps are loud and unique. If you’re able to respond, then we’ll have a good way to locate each other. A ‘just in case’ kind of thing. So, let’s try it out.”

“...Okay.” MK gave a sharp nod, looking determined.

Wukong smirked before clearing his throat. The sound that escaped him was sharp and loud, echoing over the mountain range. MK actually jumped at the volume. Too shocked to reply. The two shared a small laugh, allowing the teen to relax and nod that he was ready again.

Another loud, sharp chirp sounded, once more echoing over the mountain. Prepared this time for the sound, MK replied. Startling both himself and Wukong with the rather weak noise. Sounding more choked than the sharp sound that the golden monkey had offered. MK even coughed after attempting, rubbing his throat.

“T-That felt so weird!”

Wukong couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, for your first try that wasn’t too bad.”

“I almost choked!”

“Ah, you’ll be fine. You’re just not used to doing it. Come on, one more time.” Wukong gave his call, loud and strong. MK replied, this time not as painful, but still not as strong.

It continued this way for a while. Each time MK’s cry becomes stronger and stronger with each attempt. Soon it all turned into a competition to see who could be louder. While Wukong clearly kept winning, that didn’t mean MK gave up that easily. Even going as far as, in an attempt to throw his mentor off, to try and tackle Wukong down. Not prepared for this but having good reflexes to grab MK’s wrists, both falling back.

The training turned to one more of ‘play’. The staff resting to the side, both parties trying to successfully pin the other to the ground. No words were said, instead only small noises and chirps were exchanged. Both giving smirks to the other. No attacks were given. Merely a movement of pounces and attempts to grab, soon moving away from the training grounds and into the surrounding trees. The white furred monkeys followed close to keep an eye on the other two.

It all ended when the two reached a small clearing. MK pouncing forward, grabbing around Wukong’s middle, the two rolling to a stop. Unfortunately with the golden monkey on top, pinning the teen’s wrists down and smirking down in triumph.

“Nice try kid.”

“Oh come on! I was close though, wasn’t I?”

“Ah, sure, we’ll go with that.”

“Monkey King!”

The golden monkey’s laughter echoed through the mountain this time.

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A wide yawn allowed MK to catch something strange one morning. In the mirror, the teen raised his upper lip, mouth open, showing his enlarged canines on the top row. Brows furrowed, wondering when this would have happened. He was pretty sure they were ‘normal’ size the night before. But now, they've grown at least a quarter inch and super sharp. Enough so that when MK ran a finger over it, he pulled back quickly feeling a familiar sting. Watching for a second as blood pooled up.

MK let out a hiss of pain, running the finger under water while his other hand searched for his first aids. Wrapping the finger up quickly before focusing back on his teeth. The gums for these teeth were inflamed and sore, looking red in the mirror. His lower gums, namely where the newly enlarged canines touched, held indents where the teeth touched.

“Weird…” MK softly commented. But he wasn’t able to think long of it before the alarm went off. “Oh no, I’m gonna be late!”

The day at work was difficult. There were the normal issues of so many orders, angry customers, and Pigsy shouting at him. But the thing that bothered MK the most was the pain from his mouth. It was a consistent pulse, one that would sometimes grow, sometimes turning to a sharp stab. Either from the inflamed gums or from when the canines would bite down into his lower gums.

By the end of it all, MK was in pain and close to either crying or snapping.

“Kid, what’s up with you today?” Pigsy asked as he watched MK rub his upper gums.

“My teeth… They grew over night or something, they just hurt. It’s been bothering me all day.” MK replied.

“Here, let me see.” The chef leaned over the counter, eyes narrowing on the discussed problem. “Geez, that looks painful.”

“It is! I don’t know what to do…”

“Why not go to talk to Monkey King.” Tang’s voice suddenly sounded, pulling attention to him.

“Um…why?” MK asked.

“Because you’re experiencing something that younger animals do. You’re getting your ‘adult teeth’, one that resembles closely to that of monkeys now that I’m looking at it. Now, I can’t speak on Pigsy’s part, I don’t teething items. If this is something Monkey King experiences a lot, as you said he has a lot of younger monkeys up on the mountain, he might have something to help you.”

“...It’s weird to say this, but Tang has a point.” Pigsy commented, ignoring Tang’s cry of ‘Hey!’ in reply. “First this ‘chirps’, now monkey teeth? Something weird is going on and, if it’s monkey related, it all points back to Monkey King. Go talk to him.”

So, MK headed out, back to Flower Fruit Mountain. Keeping a hand on his cheeks in an attempt to create some sort of comfort from the pain that continued. It was not Wukong that greeted MK first, but a few of the white furred monkeys. Ones that MK recognized as the adults from the large group.

“Oh, hello, what are you all doing out here?” MK asked softly, uncaring as they climbed into his shoulders. He wasn’t really happy, however, when smaller fingers pulled his upper lip up, showing his gum. “Ow, hey, what-”

MK wasn’t able to finish before those on his shoulders made small noises. All directed to those still in the trees, who turned and rushed up to where Wukong was living. The teen was overly confused by this all, but didn’t comment. Instead, he merely continued his way up. His hands used to ease the pain were replaced with two monkeys nuzzling against his cheeks.

“MK!” The teen looked up hearing his name being shouted. Wukong was clearly not ready for MK to visit. The golden monkey’s normal outfit was replaced with sweats, mainly yellow with blue and red lines going along the sides of the arm and legs. In his arms were a number of ice packs. Ones that MK had seen before, using them after getting a nasty bruise during training.

“Hi Monkey King.” The teen barely had time to reply before a tail was tucked under his chin, forcing his face from side to side as Wukong looked him over.

“They said you were hurt, what happened? Did a demon get the best of you? I’m not seeing anything, but they made it sound urgent-” All stilled when one of the shoulder monkeys interrupted, making a few noises that caused Wukong to relax slightly. The tail dropped, only for MK to wince as, once more, his upper lip was pulled up, this time by the golden monkey. “Oh, we need the other kind of ice bags… Come on in, kid. Let’s get you settled.”

MK didn’t argue as he was led further into the cave and into the small hut Wukong called home. Instantly pushed down onto the comfortable couch as the golden monkey headed towards the kitchen. The teen heard movement, the freeze door being opened and closed, items being collected, before Wukong appeared once more. Holding more than just ice bags this time. A glass of ice, a packet of something that had the words ‘teething biscuit’ written on the side, pain medication, and a towel.

The teen said nothing as he watched Wukong set everything down, eventually settling down next to MK on the couch before turning on the tv. Mindless shows appeared on the screen, MK not even sure what they were watching. But didn’t focus too much on that when Wukong held out the ice pack. It was softer than others the teen had used before. Larger and shaped more of a pillow than normal packs, but it seemed to stretch and never break.

“Bite down on it kid, it’ll help.” Wukong said.

He did. MK winced as he bit down, the soft cold material reached the inflamed gums. The shock wore away as the teen finally felt relief as the pain was slowly numbed. Shoulder sagging as he leaned back into the couch, eyes closing as he bit down harder. Only opening them again when, after a few minutes had passed, Wukong shook the teen’s shoulder. Holding out the glass of ice, which had melted partially, and some medicine.

“When did you get your chompers?” Wukong asked, trying to sound casual as he watched MK down the medicine.

“This morning. I was fine last night and this morning was the first time I really looked at them. They’ve been bothering me all day, Tang saying I should come see you when I told him and Pigsy about this.”

“Good call made on his part. It honestly looks like you’re past the worst of it. Now it’s just time for your mouth to get used to them.” Wukong passed back over the ice pack, MK taking it to bite down happily. The golden monkey didn’t argue when the teen leaned against him. “Take it easy kid, you’re okay… You’re gonna be okay.”

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MK felt like he was going insane. His skin itched and burned, the lightest touch making his shiver. The front of his hands and bottom of his feet were constantly sweating, seeming inflamed, as if MK was having some kind of allergic reaction to something. Walking became painful with MK not wanting to carry or touch anything. It had even become difficult to sit down due to a constant pain coming from his tailbone.

Exhaustion grew with each night he was unable to sleep. Training had to stop while the golden monkey attempted to help. But Wukong, just like the rest of MK’s family, had no idea what the issue was. Relief only seemed to come when Macaque allowed the teen to rest within the shadow realm the black furred monkey controlled. But MK couldn’t stay in for too long without gaining some negative repercussions nor could Macaque keep the portal just opened for a long period of time as well.

As it stood, everyone was at a loss as to what MK needed. Which MK could only respond with a shrug and pained noises. Just as confused as they were.

It was one evening, as the day of working at the shop fell away and the sky was an inky dark, MK collapsed on his bed. Not bothering to change into his sleepwear. The most he was able to do was kick off his shoes, shifting himself properly onto the bed so nothing was hanging off, and curling onto his side. Whether it was because he wasn’t in as much pain this evening or the fact that the numerous sleepless nights were finally catching up to him, MK felt himself drifting off. He didn’t fight back as he allowed himself to sink into the darkness.

When he woke the next morning, MK was happy to feel well rested. For the first time in so many weeks. Yawning widely, he sat up and stretched, rubbing his eyes as he padded his way over to this bathroom. Noting that the only pain he felt still came from his tailbone. But even now, it wasn’t that bad as it had been.

Flicking on the light, MK looked towards the mirror…and let out a shriek of fear. Something loud and inhuman that escaped the teen. Wide eyes staring back at him as his heart hammered furiously in his chest. It slowly dawned on him that the creature staring back at him through the mirror was himself.

Overnight, everything about MK's appearance had changed. Large ears poked out from the messy hair. Cheeks and chin seemed to round out, nose changing to more of a ‘monkey’ appearance. Eyes became rounder, a bit wider as well, with yellow markings creating a mask around his eyes. Fur poked out from beneath his shirk causing MK to look down to find a majority of himself covered in black fur, with his chest with shorter, tan color fuzz. Back of his hand held some black fur, with the biggest change being small claws and pads on his palms and fingertips. Removing his socks showed the same outcome his hands had achieved.

“What…is happening?” MK whispered weakly, eyes darting up from the mirror and back down to his hands and feet. Mind racing with confusion and fear. Not wanting to deal with this alone, MK left the bathroom and raced downstairs. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn’t open yet. Meaning it was just Pigsy and Tang to greet him when he entered.

Both panicked upon seeing the changed teen. Tang out of his stool before Pigsy could even think, hands carefully placed on MK’s shoulders. There were few words exchanged, all of it amounting to no one having the slightest idea what had happened. MK was brought over to the stool, happily taking the offered bowl of noodles and began eating. Partially listening as the adults talked.

“Do we take him to a doctor?” Tang asked worriedly.

“What are they going to do? Say the same thing we’ve said, that it’s just a strange thing?”

“Maybe another form of puberty?”

“More of a strange form of puberty, if that’s even the case…”

“You’re angry. What’s on your mind Pigsy?”

“It’s all monkey related. The chirps, the teeth, and now all of this? If anyone’s going to have an idea what’s happening, it’s gonna be Monkey King. We need him here to talk to us.”

“What, do you think he did this deliberately?”

“I doubt it. But this is just too weird that he couldn’t be involved. We need to talk to him.”

“I could go to him,” MK offered, sounding tired, “I’m not sure if he’d like to come to the city.”

“I don’t really care what the Great Sage would or wouldn’t like to do,” Pigsy rolled his eyes, “I’m more worried about the fact you look dead on your feet still. That and how you now look like a monkey demon right now, which might draw some bad attention.”

MK didn’t argue as Pigsy pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, instead going back to his bowl. Watching as the chef walked around to the front of the store and flicking the outside light off and flipping the sign on the door to ‘CLOSED’. The chef didn’t give a verbal reply at MK’s confused look, merely ruffling the kid’s hair before saying, “You’d better be up Monkey King, we have a bit of an issue.”

MK winced, suddenly hearing Wukong’s reply from the other side as if he had the phone pressed to his ear, “What? If it’s a demon, I think the kid-”

“It’s about the kid.”

“What’s wrong with MK? Is he hurt?”

“More of he’s drastically changed, physically. Woke up looking a lot more like a monkey than when he went to bed.”

“...Am I supposed to know what that means?”

“I need you to get your furry butt down here to the shop and look the kid over. I need someone to explain to me what’s happening to him.”

“Okay, I’ll-” Wukong cut himself off, another voice sounding muffled was heard, “We’ll be over soon.”

“Make it quick.” Pigsy jumped when a loud ripping was sounded followed by a ‘thump’. Looking over to an embarrassed MK. “Quicker, because MK just dropped a tail.”

“...WHAT!?”

Tang let out a yelp as the nearby shadows suddenly shifted, two forms emerging before becoming solid. Wukong and Macaque were now standing in the middle of the closed shop. Golden eyes quickly found MK and the Monkey King crossed the room just as fast. Macaque seemed content to stay away, instead turning to Pigsy.

“So, what questions are you wanting to shout at us?” The Shadow Warrior asked.

“I want an explanation for MK!” Pigsy shouted, “Look at him, this isn’t normal!”

“Nothing that has happened since he grabbed that staff has been ‘normal’.”

“But this?”

Macaque shrugged his shoulders before Wukong took over. “It…could be a side effect. With sharing my powers with MK. But I really don’t have a way to confirm this. First human getting them and all that.”

“Is there a way to fix this then?” Pigsy asked.

MK looked up feeling Wukong tense, eyes widening in worry seeing how upset the golden monkey suddenly was. “Fix this? This isn’t an illness-”

“You can’t be serious, the kid looks ridiculous! How are we supposed to deal with this?”

“MK’s training will just entail how to ‘deal with this’. It’ll be fine.”

“And are you going to ask MK what he wants to do? You’re putting a lot of words in his mouth, this sounds like something you want. Not him.”

“Pigsy-” MK attempted to speak, but a hand on his shoulder cut him off.

“What does that mean?” Wukong said with a dangerous undertone.

Pigsy huffed and crossed his arms. “It just seems like you’re putting the kid into a situation he didn’t agree to, again.”

That caused the Monkey King to falter, looking back to MK before facing forward again. “I didn’t plan this. This…This wasn’t intentional, this wasn’t like some ‘plan’ of mine. I didn’t mean to make this happen!”

MK stood at that, standing between the two, looking frantic. “Wait, just wait. Pigsy, I don’t blame Monkey King for this.”

“Kid-”

“Just listen! I don’t blame Monkey King, I don’t blame anyone for this. I…I think this was supposed to happen.”

“What?” The remainder of the party called out with different levels of confusion.

“I didn’t tell anyone, but when I got my powers the first time, before LBD, my canines started growing. Nothing like this and I thought I was going crazy, because it wasn’t that dramatic of a shift. When Lady Bone Demon attacked the first time and my powers were blocked…my teeth shrank. So, I think this was supposed to happen.”

“...Doesn’t make it any less worrisome.” Pigsy commented.

“Well, we need to push past that,” Macaque commented, “What needs to happen now is training. A different kind of training. You can’t gain control over a tail overnight.”

As if to prove the point further, MK let out a yelp when, as he took a step back towards his stool, toppled to the ground. His newly acquired tail wrapped around one of his legs. Wukong let out a low sigh before nodding.

“This is going to be interesting.”

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #s-creations #part of a series #also on ao3

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star--nymph · 1 year

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In regards to Dolly, was she just found? Did Artemis procure her by some unholy means or more just pure happenstance end up discovering her and then go, yes, mine, mine now, love this abomination against human existence, takin’ her home naming her Dolly and giving her all the things because how can he not when she’s that adorable. But also like is there a plan for her beyond grow and become what you wish, as I end up thinking, if she doesn’t have a focus like Artemis, will she not just become the greater danger if/when Kass puts a bullet in his head. Or is she like a hidden sleeper that if one could look beyond the lens of vengeance for a hot minute one might see that Artemis? Likely not the worlds worst possibly enemy to have for as absolutely wretched he is. If I’m interpreting Dolly’s bio correctly.

(tw- implied child abuse--and no not by Artemis)

Ho, okay so. To explain how Artemis got her means I have to explain Dolly’s entire thing in full, so sit back because this is going to get into some world building and cosmic nonsense.

(Side note: I love how every time someone asks about how Artemis got Dolly, it’s ‘WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO’ and ‘DID HE STEAL HER’ to which the short answer is no, this is very much a ‘I have fucked my self into a situation I can not fuck my self out of’)

So Eua’s creation and its many Elder Gods are shrouded in mystery. What’s known is at some point many eons ago, the elder gods that had physical manifestations had some kind of battle with each other and it reformed the planet. Some elder gods vanished, some supposedly went to sleep, and some dissolved and became one with the planet. The battles or perhaps the bodies themselves left behind pockets of scars, deep tainted holes that corrupting the land and creatures near it, becoming deadly to most other beings. Somehow, humanity sprung out of all this and built their world off what could be the very remains of their gods. Cities built on what could be giant chairs, expose hands, only temples, skulls, and arms. Humanity having to constantly fight and form their world against strange giant beasts that jump from endless festering holes, eventually uniting under one flag to battle against them. This is the climate that society on all fronts was based on with Eua. There are gods, there is some semblance of magic or power left over from them, and there are monsters that will kill you if you wander too close to these uninhabitable lands, if nature doesn’t kill you first. Hell, it’s why the military split into two fractions: the human fraction and the beast fraction (and yes being aside to the beast fraction is considered the worse of the two).

As a result of all this, religion is a funny thing on Eua. There’s not really a question of ‘is there a god’ because the answer is ‘yeah look out your damn window, I’m pretty sure your Vespa is parked in one’. The questions are more ‘why are the gods asleep’, ‘are they still alive?’ ‘Can they hear us?’ ‘Do they care?’. There’s also the concept of the abstracts of cosmic gods, one that they CANT see but know exist in theory, or the concept of death on Eua, in which most people believe that most souls turn into stars and some souls get stuck on the earth for one reason or another ghosts—and that evil souls rot in an empty abyss until they are rendered down to nothing by sheer weight of oblivion. I want to describe all this because I don’t want anyone to get the idea that religion on Eua is a bad thing or that its an atheist society. There are very much religion, the study of the gods, the respect and belief in the land itself, and they are varied and nuanced just like our world.

And THEN we get to underground cults. Now these guys are the little freaks who want to start playing with shit they shouldn’t. They want to name gods, contact them, harness their powers, even wake them up (which is insane because we’re talking beings that are anywhere from giant leviathans to FORMLESS CONCEPTS BEYOND HUMAN PALE). Some of this can be harmless, the equivalent of like using an oujia board and telling your friends that Jesus just spoke to your and he says buy more nfts. But then there’s the people that hide in what they believe are centers of powers deep underground and out of the sight of society—and some are depicted to the study and deep reflection of their chose god. But others go too far and start using any means to contact them.

(You're probably wondering where Artemis falls in between all this and the answer is none because Artemis doesn't ask for worship of a god, he's specifically demands worship of him. His platform is fuck the gods, I'm hotter and so are you.)

With that I can touch upon one specific cult known as the Cult of the Butterfly. Situated in a cave network and it’s temple carved into solid rock, the Cult of the Butterfly is dedicated to a creator entity known by several names: The Cosmic Weaver, The Reality God and the Butterfly. The Butterfly is a being believed to exist on a higher plane, weaving into reality both time and different worlds. It is one of many creators of gods, but it’s realm is that of sewing all universes into one big tapestry, never meeting but endlessly connected through the same threads and a singular hand. Occasionally, The Butterfly will take a physical form of a butterfly which wings encompass every color and light and fly through its realities. It's believed catching a glimpse of it in it's physical form will give you a glimpse of the scope of the cosmos (why you would want that is anyone's guess, though).

Reasonable, I suppose, that this cult exists except it's main desire isn't to simply worship or by chance see The Butterfly. Members of the cult want to specifically awaken the Butterfly, turn its gaze upon them, and capture it--and they believe the best course of action is to make it listen to them. But listen requires loudness, it requires being so loud the universe can not ignore you. It requires loud, painful, agonizing screeching the likes of which not a single being can simply turn away from.

You see where I'm going with this.

It's here that Artemis, chasing his own pursuit on how to unlock godhood, that he's introduced to the Cult of the Butterfly and the Red Priestress--otherwise known as Phoebe Evans. Call it his own holy pilgrimage, he had gained access through another cult he had been studying with and was allowed to look through their archives under Phoebe supervision. Now the thing is about Phoebe, without giving too much away, is she that she's her own brand of awful. A spoiled brat whose endless drive for ego and power drove her from being just a high school mean girl into a full blown tyrant of her own cult. Where Artemis is a bottomless pit of hatred, Phoebe is overflowing fountain of egomania.

Turns out, they were into that. So, ya know, they fucked. I mean they didn't like each other but were they turned on? Yes, absolutely. Sometimes you find someone you utterly loud and also want to bang. It happens. Then Artemis went on his way, found exactly what he was looking for, and erupted out of a literal hole as the new stunning god of this forsaken world and Phoebe was pissed.

Not because she liked him or anything but because he did the impossible and he did it because he was already a freak of nature. He found a way to be somehow already the most powerful thing in the world and then jump the shark from humanity into actual godhood. That was supposed to be Pheobe. That should be Pheobe. And now she's finding out that she can't because she's normal human and to be human means you can't cross that fucking line?

No, absolutely not there is a way.

Then Phoebe finds out she's pregnent and she's figures out, alright. So she can't become God, but what's second best to God? How about the Mother of God.

So here's the thing. I have not exactly figure out the next part of this or how she did it. All I know is that Phoebe does manage through a heighten dream state to meet on the same plan as The Butterfly, grab it, and eat it--allowing it to find its home in the fetus inside her. Nine months later, a child with cosmic eyes is born unto it and Phoebe...is not happy. Because besides the whole eye deal, this child is normal. Just a random newborn baby. Boring, useless, weak. This is not what she was looking for. She wanted to be the Mother to user in The Butterfly's wisdom to the world, not spend her time changing diapers, waiting for it to wake the hell up in this infant's skull and realize its divinity. If you haven't notice, Phoebe, as ambitious as she is, isn't exactly patient. So she returns to the original plan; trying to wake The Butterfly up, just now in a new form.

Phoebe is not kind to her new child/new god. She doesn't have to be. If she's a real god, then she can withstand what she does next. If she isn't, then she can start all over.

Three months later, Artemis--back on the surface and just turn his own crime gang into a full-blown culure--gets word that Phoebe gave birth. Considering he was told that cult doesn't get many visitors and there were exactly many men in it, well...Like I said, Artemis fucked himself into a situation he could not fuck himself out of, so he might as well go check.

Cut to him arriving to a blood covered temple and finding his child bound to an alter by chains. Now I won't say exactly what happened with Phoebe or the Cult of the Butterfly after that but lets just say after that day, they weren't operating anymore. Artemis unchained Dolly, fell in love with at first sight, and decided that if she's going to look like a little doll, she might as well be called that--besides, one of his mother's favorite songs she used to sing to him was Hello, Dolly. He likes to think she would have liked the name. Dolly responded by blinking and her cosmic eyes changed to his violet. And that was that.

And so was the story of how Artemis came to find Dolly. Completely was not his fault for once but he must say, it was the best and only good thing he's ever done.

As for what Dolly is, well. She both a natural thing and abomination. It's a very odd thing to be both a human child (because for all intents and purposes, Dolly is human) and also be cosmic god. She is hopelessly in between mortality and immortality--all knowing and still learning. For Dolly, it's like her brain is a giant book but she does not have the reading level to understand what's in front of her. One day she will, and her powers are going slowly everyday, but at the same time, she is a very normal eight year old girl with a very normal eight year old body. If she pushes too hard, her the god part of her might start to awaken and break out of her, return to where it's supposed to be. Like, by virture of what the Butterfly was, it was never supposed to be IN a timeline. Being IN a timeline now means instead of there being a SINGLE VERSION OF ITSELF there are now SEVERAL VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES ACROSS TIMELINES AND WORLDS. AND THESE VERSIONS CAN NOT MEET OR EXISTENCE WILL RIPE APART.

Dolly is THAT. She's not the end all, be all but she's sure up there as far as concepts go and now she's an eight year old girl who is both extremely old and extremely new at the same time and all she wants to do is draw pictures her and her father holding hands.

And for the record Artemis is aware and he loves her. He doesn't want anything from her except to love her. The fact that Dolly is an actual literal god and he's technically running a grift was incidental and would be kind of funny if he wasn't violently aware that one day Dolly will be on her own and lose her less shard of humanity and any awareness she has of him along with it.

As for what he has planned for her. Just for her to grow up. Dolly wasn't in the plans and the plans were just to destroy the world. She comes along and he decides 'well, why not destroy the world, remake it, and then give it to her after I'm done?' It'll be like baby's first planet. Trial run for when she goes out and starts being literal god.

My plans for Dolly? I don't know. I mean part of me does know but it would be kind of a spoiler for her development. I have a storyline as Dolly gets older but that's so far in the future right now. Dolly could be a danger as she grows or she could turn out to be a benevolent or just uninterested. The problem I think for everyone else outside of Artemis, like Kassandra and Blaine, is that despite seeing the powerset Dolly has, it's hard not see her as just a little girl--and that she might not turn out to be anything more than that. She's just little kid with, yes, a bad father but there's a chance she won't end up like him. There's a chance she could change. Right now, I think when Kassandra looks at Dolly she's just...sad. Sad because she knows what she has to do and maybe she doesn't want to make another little girl an orphan. It's not that she unaware of the threat Dolly could be, it's just that she has hope that maybe that won't be the case. Cause the alternative is hurting a small child for a possibility and Kass won't do that.

And Blaine. Well, Blaine has his own reasons to be sad over Dolly and starts with he wishes he had known about her sooner.

Either way, it's good that Artemis is an actual good father who doesn't use Dolly. Maybe treating her like just a precious little girl is the best thing you could do a little god.

Although, I will add Dolly is as lonely as you might think she is--and maybe Artemis holds onto her a little tighter for that reason too.

(side note: given Dolly's power of being able to jump through realities that DON'T involve, it does give her room to exist in any canon. Funky, huh?)

(additional side note: Dolly has a phobia of butterflies, specifically red butterflies. I wonder why)

ANYWOO. THAT WAS A LOT. UM. SORRY. I hope that answered your questions? If you or anyone else has more, feel free. I am clearly an endless book with this story.

#deity oc- dolly #deity oc- artemis #deity oc- kassandra rosales #deity oc- blaine storms #tw- child abuse #or at least implied child abuse #Deity Worldbuilding #When I said Eua was an 'alternate Earth' that was really an understatement #Eua is a fucking weird planet #I haven't touched or figured out how fucking human society works it makes me cry just thinking about it #writing #Godkiller//Deity

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thesillykittyworld · 1 year

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What's a ghost to do?

s/m/n- stuffied moon name

Moon plushie- https://www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&ai=DChcSEwj97YrFnN39AhWnyJQJHRG3DiYYABADGgJ5bQ&sig=AOD64_39bwGnLWokGddgGkVfl12_1vpiHg&adurl&ctype=5&ved=2ahUKEwiI5f7EnN39AhU31skDHQFvDeIQvhd6BAgBEGc

What I was listening to while writing this: https://youtu.be/gxL_pZxeyg0

You were soooo bored.

I mean, what’s a kid to do in a big house like this?

The black walls were pretty sure, and the gold frames on the painting were nice, as well, but surprisingly, there weren't any ghosts in this house—other than yourself, of course.

As soon as you properly died, you became attached to this house, a house you'd never seen before, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t leave.

So again, what’s a ghost kid like you to do?

A constant thought you had during your time at the strangely cool house; a thought that was interrupted by the sound of jangling keys.

"Okay gang, here’s our new home!" Wolf announced, his arms turned toward the group, displaying the house.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me" Snake muttered as he face palmed with his tail.

"Um. Wolf. What the heck is this?" Piranha stated with genuine confusion.

"Okay, don’t panic, people! We may have just gotten the wrong address." Tranuala announced while clacking on her computer before coming to a conclusion, "Yeah no, they scammed us." She groaned while turning her computer around to the group to see what their new warehouse was supposed to look like.

"Yeahh, that don't look nothing like that," Piranha conveniently pointed out.

"I’m going back to the car." Snake turned to return to the car, but was grabbed by Shark.

"C'mon, Mr. Grumpy Pants, it can’t be as bad on the inside; have faith!" Shark cheered while marching to the front door.

As Shark opened the front door, everyone in the group grimaced.

"Yeah, it is that bad," Snake affirmed, still in Shark’s arm.

Who were these people?

Animals?

Whatever.

Everything in this house is so weird and frightening; now there are new people in YOUR house >:(

You crept behind the red and black-patterned armchair as you tried to figure out if these people were a threat without being seen.

"Well, ain’t this a fixer-upper?" Wolf verified this by swiping his finger on the dust-covered stairs.

"Yeah, as Wolf said, it's a fixer-upper, so we can fix her up." Shark asserted, trying to take the optimistic route in their new situation.

"I guess this is alright. I’m gonna go check the place out!" Tranuala cheering while running up the stairs.

"Yeah, me too!" Piranha beamed, following right after her.

Okay, so they didn’t seem so bad.

Everyone went to search around the house except the wolf.

Oh no. What if he’s on to you?

Wait, can wolves sense ghosts?

Even if he does, he doesn’t seem bad, right?

You went to look at him from a different angle when you accidentally knocked over a small stool.

With the speed he turned to the area of the noise, he might not be able to see ghosts, but he could definitely hear them.

Or maybe you’re just a really noisy kid.

"Hello" Wolf spoke cautiously to you.

You turned your head to see if someone was behind you, because surely he couldn’t be talking to you.

"I’m talking to you, kid. Come out from over there." Wolf stood by the chair in front of the knocked-over stool.

You did the exact opposite—you ran through a nearby wall. Don’t blame yourself; you don’t know who this guy is!

"Fine, I’ll just nap here until you come out. I've got all day, kid; I’m not going anywhere." Wolf nuzzled himself in a chair across from the wall you went through.

That resulted in you pouting to yourself—why won’t these people just leave?

For added courage, you took your moon plushie to confront Mr. Wolf.

You floated in front of Wolf until you were face to face with him, which made Wolf bolt back in his chair.

"Hey, hey, hey, no need to get that close!" Wolf said while straightening his clothes and running his fingers through his fur.

"Oh sorry." You spoke quietly while hiding behind your stuffed moon.

Whether you are a noisy kid or not, all of that went out the window when talking to this tall wolf.

"Whose that, hmm?" He was pointing to the moon in your arms.

You jerked your plushie away from him out of protectiveness, scared he was going to take it from you.

He crouched to your eye level and said, "Relax; I’m not gonna take it from you. I just wanna know its name."

"It’s s/m/n." You mumbled into your moon’s plush body.

"I don’t know why you were so against telling me; that’s a nice name."

Wolf’s smile felt very parental; it made you relax a bit and float more towards the ground.

"Thank you!" You giggled.

"So how’d you get here before us?"

"Oh, I spawned here, and I can’t leave." You commented as you looked down sadly.

"And what do you mean by that?"

You looked to see if he was joking; was it not obvious that you were a ghost? Though, you only saw hesitation on his face.

"Can't you see I'm a ghost?"You snickered while looking at your ghostly body.

Well, you kinda thought he was the ghost with the way his face paled at your "confession."

And you didn’t even get to say anything as he ran away.

You thought adults were supposed to have better manners than that.

How rude.

Part 2 Coming Soon !!! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

#agere #agere the bad guys #agere mr wolf #agere fandom #caregiver!mr. wolf #agere fic #ghostkin #nonhuman

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the-heaminator · 2 years

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Ask and ye shall receive ✨ polyship prompt okay. listen. AusHun x England.

I know I know but it can work. I think England would bring something new and exciting into their relationship while still being calm and experienced enough to fit into their pre existing relationship.

I’m not sure what exactly the prompt could be, maybe some Arthur being a little insecure about the situation when they just decided to give this whole thing a try cause AusHun have been together since forever and hes like the new guy here in this huge house that is his home now.. maybe them just talking things out over a piece of cake in the afternoon, the time where Arthur used to have his tea all by himself 🥺

Okay sorry I’m rambling, do with this as you please! Or don’t! Idk but I think you might like this polyship :)

MY DEAR BITCH RAMBLE ALL YOU FUCKING WANT BECAUSE I LOVE THIS.

Ie England has a mental breakdown because hes not used to being able to have nice things. And it's just too soft, diabetes warning.

shouldn't be treating me likee this, Erzebet is so kind and loving towards me, she tries to teach me how to cook and listens while Irambleabout books and whatnot, but why, why as she doing this, what am I bringing to the table that these two dont already have, Roderich is such an interesting man, he is prissy and uptight but he clearly tries, he puts up with me stealing his wife from him, he generally seems interested in listening to what I have it say, he puts up with me being around this house so much why, why ,WHY.

It had been quite some time since the old married couple of Europe decided to accept a new person into their relationship, in itself it wasn't that strange, they had done this a lot over the centuries that they had been together, Prussia, Spain, Portugal, but this was different, those were all diplomatic marriages turned personal, this started personally, with a very interesting night out and the successive dates cemented Arthur as one of a set of three.

But that didn't mean all the paranoia and fear of rejection that Arthur here has been impartial to since forfuckingever went anywhere, infact it actually got worse, you see, when a person is used to being betrayed whenever anything even remotely decent happened to them, they tend to grow suspicious about being in good circumstances, suspicion can every easily turn to paranoia as time wore on and nothing went ass up. Paranoia usually turns into either fear or anger; and Arthur couldn't muster anger against two people who had been so nice to him, even as he thought the two were planning some sort of great betrayal because that is just how shit works in his head.

No comment on whether he needs therapy or not everyone already knows the answer to that.

So it turned into yellow cowardice, as much as he hated retreating with his tail between his legs it was always better then anger, everyone had told him this, his anger was. Useless and made them dislike him more, and he did not wish to inconvenience Austria and Hungary more than he already had.

Being the absolute master of subtlety that he was rumoured to be, he started to be a bit more formal with the two, more than he already was in the first place, flinching a bit too much when one of them even brushed their hand on him than should be normal, there were a lot more closed doors and angry mutterings too.

He also started to speak less and less, claiming up when either of the two spoke to him, at first both Austria and Hungary thought it was a bad sign, maybe he didn't want to be a part of this anymore, but Hungary picked up him looking at the two longingly when he thought no one was watching, but averted his eyes immediately, he seemed to forget what he was talking about sometimes too when looking at the two in their odd nation form of married bliss.

"Arthur? Come sit down with us!" Hungary said cheerfully, trying to get Arthur to talk, said guy flinched as she rested her hand on his shoulder, she could tell he wanted to lean into it, so bad, but he seemed to be physically restraining himself from doing so.

He reluctantly allowed himself to be led to the kitchen table, which Austria was already stood at, icing a cake, not that it was any special occasion, he just wanted cake, which seemed to be a theme with him, no wonder he was tubby, but Arthur had to admit those desserts were fucking divine.

Finishing the final touches on the cake and patting his frosting smeared hands on that one incredibly crusty apron that he is sure would be at least 30 years old, not like he himself was any better, the current jumper he was wearing was a good 4 decades old but it was clearly in better condition than that apron.

Anyhow.

The two sat him down opposite them, Austria looked far too good for his own good, even as his glasses were dusted with flour and icing sugar, and it stuck around in his black hair in a way that made him look like a bespectacled snow speckled raven with eyes made of amethyst.

Get your fucking head out of the clouds jesus.

Hungary, that perfect woman was no better for him, at least that's what he believed, she was wearing a very...how would you say this, homely outfit, still in her night dress with her hair standing up everywhere but still looking more human than Arthur ever could, and very pretty too with her soft expressions over her sharp facial structure, her bare and unshaven legs let out under her night dress for all to see, but she was here for business, he could tell by the way she seemed to be searching him. How he knew how to read her facial expressions was beyond him.

I should probably mention that it's like 10 in the morning, Austria just wants cake ok.

They're probably just going to kick me to the curb. Its what I deserve anyways.

"Arthur, what's wrong?" It was Roderich oddly.

He may have been a master of deceit and lies but he couldn't mask the quick expression of shock at being treated like a decent human being quickly enough for the other two to not pick up on it.

Looking like stone, with that unreadable face that not even France had learned how to decipher just yet,

"Nothing is wrong, what would make you think that."

"The fact that you are answering as so, but seriously what is wrong, you've been avoiding us both for some time?"

Hungary chimed in saying "and I know it's not because you're being you in general, so tell us?"

FUCK HOW DO I EXPLAIN I'M A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.

While Erzebet was looking at him and trying to decipher what the fuck was going on in that fucked up head of his, Roderich was cutting the cake, and putting them carefully in bowls for the three, completely disregarding the fact that it was 10 in the morning.

The largest piece was given to Arthur, something about him being too thin was probably the reason why the two seemed so adamant at making him eat so much, as if he deserved more than just what he needed.

(Once again no comment on the man needing therapy, we already know.)

Picking at his slice while trying to find words to describe him being a worthless piece of shit that doesn't deserve love without being just that blunt.

Both shared a worried look, they already had an inkling of what he was thinking, mainly because Hungary managed to ask around when they first started to date about his behaviour and habit around people who cared for him.

And apparently he was not good at all with dealing with any form of affection, believing that he either didn't deserve it or he was receiving it out of pity.

And when I say ask around I mean she asked Matt, who may have spent a bit too king phycoanalysing his family members when bored out of his ass.

When sharing this with Roderich, he found out that he had thought something along the same lines, being in on all of Europe's gossip and being in the exclusive class if the great powers did have its perks.

"I feel like an intruder between you two."

Arthur looked so vulnerable like this, keeping his eyes firmly trained at the table and forcefully keeping his hands from shaking under the table, even as he had a face as cold and hard as marble, the words were uttered softly and slowly, unsure.

"Oh Arthur, why would you feel like that?" Hungary inquired, looking not pitying but more concerned than anything else.

What how don't they get it?

"I, well, um...you two have been together since how long? Centuries. I just got here," breathing out slowly he continued "And you two are both far too nice to me."

There was a tense moment of silence in which the two conformed their theories and Arthur felt like he was about to shit his pants, fuck why are they silent, did I say something wrong?

"Dear, it is normal to feel a bit strange innate relationship when you've only just started in one, and I doubt you've had that much experience yourself in other relationships either, but why do you feel like we're too nice to you, we're only really doing the bare minimum."

Choking slightly, Arthur objected "The bare minimum is just about tolerating me, this is far more than the bare minimum, you put up with me more than you should, listen to me ramble about whatever and whatnot, don't question me talking to thin air, you try to teach me how to cook and even let me sleep in your bed!" Now panicky "That is far more than the mere minimum."

After a few moments where Arthur tried to regain his composure after that little outburst, he was suddenly hugged from two sides, tensing up instinctively as he did so, but the two didn't let go, and eventually Arthur let himself get swept into the soft embrace. He could smell the vanilla and various smells of baking from Roderich and that apron of his, he could smell the rose scented soap that Hungary used every morning without fail.

This was, this was nice.

"Arthur you should never have to think that were accommodating you out of pity or any of that sort. We love you, both of us, and don't tell your silly little self that we don't." Roderich continued, now sounding a bit like a 5 year old "Now eat your cake you asshole."

Feeling decently lighter after those dreadful thoughts were put to rest, he did indeed eat the cake, and as expected it was really fucking good, and he had a hankering for more before remembering it was now 11 in the morning, and they hadn't had breakfast other than cake.

Smiling fondly Hungary cleaned a bit of cake off both Arthur and Roderich, "Stupid boys."

#ask answered #The heam writes #Arthur has some problems he should probably get looked out #Aushun+england #Hm yes written in a car the spelling is very shitty #Polyship requests

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risukadarlin · 2 years

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[yuugen romantica] saikouchou vol. 7: zakuro - track four

4; the other end of his gaze

masterpost

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[00:05] Isn’t it lovely when the town is this lively?

And the lanterns are going to look great at night.

Oi, stop ogling like that!

You already stand out in that mask and that outfit!

The rest of the crowd will already be waiting at the shrine.

Listen.

We’re walking to the shrine. That’s all.

If you pull any funny business, I’ll kill you, okay?

I’m worried too…

But this masked bastard sounded so confident when he said he’d lead the parade.

And, honestly, there isn’t anyone else we can ask.

We don’t have much choice but to trust him.

Huh?

Oi!

That bastard!

Where’s he gone?!

This is so sweet! It’s delicious!

It’s like eating a cloud!

It melts the second I put it in my mouth.

AH!!!

THAT BASTARD!

Stop eating candy floss!

You haven’t even paid! Have some shame!

But it’s so yummy.

Do you want some?

No I don’t!

Where did you leave your common sense?!

I’m only allowed out of that box for a few days a year.

I don’t know much about the outside world.

So you’ve been living under a rock AND a box lid.

Anyway, I’ll pay for this.

You better behav—

Huh?!

He disappeared again?!

Hey, miss.

Look what I found over there.

I thought it might suit you.

If you snap it like this, it starts glowing!

Stop taking things from people's stores without paying!!

Ah!

You look brilliant in the light too!

And stop flirting with people’s wives!!!

What’s wrong with you?

You’re so lively!

I’m not lively!

Especially because you’re stealing my powers!

I’m pissed off!

READ THE ROOM!

Oi…

Considering the situation, I’ll give you some leeway.

But I won’t forgive this!

She’s MY wife!

If you flirt with her or hold her hand, I’ll burn you until you’re ash.

I wasn’t trying to flirt with her…

But okay!

Ha!

I’m not sure I believe you.

I can’t let my guard down…

Oi, keep close to me.

If not, I’ll start carrying you around.

I don’t care if people start staring at us right now!

I do not want that man laying a hand on you!

Yes, that’s right!

You got a problem?!

Who cares if I’m jealous?!

I’m in love with you.

As if I’d let other men touch you.

If you get it, let’s hurry up and make our way to the shrine.

If I have to deal with anything else…

Ah! What’s this?

Can I get one if I pick out a lucky ticket?

I said, stop wandering off on your own!!!

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[03:13] I can’t believe this many people want to see the festival line.

Where do all these humans even come from?

Just looking at them is tiring me out.

The rest is that mask bastard’s fault.

Even just getting him here was a pain in the arse.

Is he seriously gonna be able to lead the parade?

That bastard…

I wish he’d be a bit kinder about sucking my energy.

I feel dizzy…

Yes…

That sounds better.

No one can see us from here.

I’m going to borrow your body for a sec.

God, how pathetic.

I can’t even move if I’m not possessing my wife.

Huh?

Why are you so happy about it?

Huh?!

Tsk.

That’s so embarrassing.

If you want me to rely on you that badly, then I will!

I don’t usually do this when I’m possessing you so you won’t be used to it.

I’m pretty heavy when I lean on you, right?

I thought so.

But I’m not gonna let go of you now.

Doesn’t it make you happy when I rely on you?

I’m super tired.

Support your husband.

Ah, don’t take it that seriously.

I was just joking.

I don’t wanna squash you or anything.

As long as I can hug you like this, I’ll be fine.

Yeah, this is enough for me.

I can feel my power coming back.

And it’s strangely relaxing.

I’m such a loser.

All I need is to cuddle you and I’m happy again.

Well…

It isn’t bad.

Oh, here they are.

The parade’s going past.

Oh, would you look at that?

He’s leading the line perfectly.

Now I think about it, he’s been doing it for years now.

As a mask.

At this rate, we won’t have to worry about anything.

Huh?

Did you see someone?

Where? Across the street?

Ah!

It’s the old lady from the wagashi store!

She came to watch too.

Look at her, all dressed up.

Huh?

Why did he stop?

If the leader isn’t moving, the rest can’t go anywhere.

Oi, why isn’t he moving?

That idiot!

Shit!

I guess we don’t have much choice.

Let me borrow your body for a second.

Yes, there’s fine.

Just grab any leaf you can.

I’ll transform it for you.

Just hold it like that.

I’m going to touch your hand.

It’s done!

Now, throw that at him!

It’s fine, it’s just a leaf.

That was a really good throw!

Everyone looks perfectly panicked!

Now everyone will think the line stopped because some drunkard threw a glass bottle.

That’s how it looks from the outside, at least.

You should hide for a bit.

It’d be annoying if they found out it was you.

But that mask bastard…

What’s he looking at?

No way… Is he…?

Looking at…?

The old lady?!

#Yuugen Romantica #yuuroma #yuroma #yuugen romantica saikoucho #drama cd #Drama CD translation #yuugen romantica zakuro #rejet

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress.

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George.

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction.

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out.

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good.

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still.

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal.

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully.

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire.

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation.

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it.

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip.

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it.

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events.

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked.

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned.

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you.

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it.

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer.

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about.

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him.

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening.

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you.

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this?

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off.

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought.

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench.

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice.

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you.

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him.

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated.

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body.

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested.

“Just tell me.”

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best.

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second.

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath.

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock.

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior.

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen.

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.”

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you.

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face.

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin.

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You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away.

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you.

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in.

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear.

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans.

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs.

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms.

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting.

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart.

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you.

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own.

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now.

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot.

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder.

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time.

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you.

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit.

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple.

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you.

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him.

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss.

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off.

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body.

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust.

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself.

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours.

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down.

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor.

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it.

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp.

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.”

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head.

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning.

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you.

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him.

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly.

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get.

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on.

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in.

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars.

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity.

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body.

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time.

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm.

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough.

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust.

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse.

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in.

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear.

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin.

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode.

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt.

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present.

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you.

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place.

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink.

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence.

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you.

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose.

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom.

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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vanderlustwords · 3 years

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What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***

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Chloe's Lament Part 2

Next part of Chloe's Lament. Chloe begins to learn of the changes to reality from her Wish.

She will not be happy about this.

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When Chloe woke up, the first thing that struck her was the loud banging sounds from somewhere below her.

The second thing was pain.

“I have a headache!” She called out, laying an arm over her sleep mask-covered eyes. Her butler would hear her and respond accordingly, of course. He always did.

“And get them to stop that racket down there!” She flopped on her bed with a huff, waiting for the help to return with aid.

Really, the things she dealt with!

Normally, her butler would arrive immediately, with painkillers and fruit-infused water being presented to her within a minute.

But to her growing frustration, that minute came and passed.

Then two.

Three…

Not that Chloe was counting.

Eventually, it had been five minutes and there was still no word from the man. And to make matters worse, that damn banging from below was only getting louder and increasing her suffering.

“Ugh! Do I have to do everything myself?!”

She ripped off the sleep mask, only to wince at the level of brightness in the room. She was on the top floor with the best visibility but the windows were supposed to be tinted and covered to prevent this very thing!

Once her vision cleared, several things should have stood out as odd.

But the first thing to attract her notice was the sleep mask she had just removed—some cheapo dime-store brand. She tossed the rag away with a shriek.

“Is this a prank?!” She demanded. “That is not my personalized diamond-studded satin custom made facial mask! Jean? Jean!”

There was a ruckus from below. The sound of something being dropped. Footsteps—loud and fast and getting closer. Then the opening of a door.

“Precious! Is everything okay?”

She sneered at the sound of her father’s voice.

“No! My sleep mask was stolen, it’s too bright, my head is KILLING me and no one is getting me anything to help!”

He looked confused at that. “Are you out of Efferalgan in your bathroom cabinet?”

She gave him a look. Why would she have to get up and go to the bathroom for some painkillers when there should be someone to hand them to her?

He gave her a strange look in response. Like he was confused his daughter would expect someone to do something as simple as bringing her painkillers and water.

And water.

Preferably cherry-infused.

Was that really so much to ask? Or even require asking?

“Just…hang on a moment.” He said and left her her bathroom.

Finally.

With nothing to do but wait, she glanced around, noting that…this was not her room.

Not the one she knew, anyway.

The light that had blinded her before was from a central window overlooking the room that so obtrusively settled on her bed. In addition, there was a skylight placed above a nook set behind her bed, which brought more light into the room.

She vaguely recognized the room. Well, by its floor plan, at least. The layout and decor threw her off though. The furniture and items were clearly cheaper than her usual high end designer brands. But she saw aspects that were suited to her tastes. Minute indications of her own touch in the assortment of objects around her. Yellow and white as the themes. Black cushions and aesthetic.

It was…decent. But so beneath her it was embarrassing! These were cheap models! Practically plastic! The bedsheets were…ugh…cotton of all things! The lamps were dim! She was missing her boudoir! And her shoes! And her jewelry! She didn’t even want to imagine the nightmare that was her closet—it was practically a hole in the wall! There was no way it would fit everything!

“Here you are, dear!” Her father said, returning from her bathroom with a glass of water and a pill in hand.

She fought the grimace.

Was this tap water?

Gross!

By his expectant look, he clearly meant for her to drink it.

With her continuing headache and no better option for fast relief, Chloe reluctantly took the proffered items. She was unable to help the slightest grimace before she downed them both.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll be getting back to setting up for the morning rush. Come downstairs to the bakery when you’re ready.” He looked almost relieved to be leaving.

Chloe barely took notice now that she had what she needed. Instead, she took to contemplating her situation and her new surroundings.

All the furniture aside, this room looked familiar. Not really well known, because Chloe was sure she had never been in such a place before. But…like she had seen it somewhere…TV maybe?

And her Daddykins was here. That meant…wherever she was, it was apparently expected for her to be here.

But where was here?

The last thing she remembered was…

She closed her eyes, straining to think past the pain.

That’s right! Hawk Moth’s offer! The Bee! She was Miracle Queen! And she had just won! She had Ladybug beaten…

Her fists clenched.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng…

It hit her.

This was just like her room!

She had only seen it a couple of times. Once for sure when Sabrina had snuck into her room per Chloe‘s instructions for blackmail material. She happened to glimpse a picture of the room here or there from other people’s phones of times that they had spent in this room—that she had really cared. It was a small and dingy room that had nothing on her glamorous abode at the hotel, which of course, was superior in every way.

She was vaguely reminded of that one show that Marinette hadn’t stopped talking about which had also apparently shown Marinette‘s room, but Chloe honestly hadn’t been bothered enough to watch it, so she didn’t have that to go on. But with what she did know, it was a safe bet to assume that this was some knockoff of Marinette‘s room.

So why was Chloe here? Why was her dad downstairs?

She… she had made the Wish, hadn’t she?

…

What…is this it?

She turned up her nose at the environment around her, completely unimpressed.

Was this dinky little room with its weird setup and tacky decor what the Wish gave her? Why would she be in any copy of Dupain-Cheng’s room layout anyway?

The Wish should have changed reality, that much was clear. There was no way she would be caught dead in Dupain-Cheng’s room otherwise—much less sleeping there like it was her own room!

…unless…it was her room?

Was it?

She had found some aspects of the room to her taste, but did that mean this was hers?

It would explain why she was there. And why her Daddy had come up. He had mentioned her bathroom earlier, then had gone through the nearby door to get a tablet and water from what she could only assume was the bathroom he had spoken of.

…he had mentioned a bakery.

Eyes wide, she stumbled out of bed and to the window. Sure enough, the school was just across the way. And there was a sign out front.

“Bourgeois Bakery”

Chloe stared.

Suddenly, it clicked. The banging from downstairs. Her Daddy talking about a ‘morning rush’. And to come down to the…

…no way!

This place was a bakery! Her Daddy was operating a bakery!

And given her location, it was the same bakery that Marinette’s parents owned originally!

This…

…wait…

…did this mean she was supposed to be Marinette?

She threw her pillow in a fury.

Stupid Wish! This wasn’t at all what she wanted!

You would think all-powerful Wish-granting artifacts would do it right!

“Where are those kwamis?!” She demanded, jumping out of the bed and looking around for anywhere she would keep such important jewels. “I’m going to give them a piece of my mind!”

She had a boudoir along with the various jewelry pieces kept there ranging among a variety of gold and diamonds—all fakes, much to her disappointment. And not a single Miraculous among them.

She slammed the final drawer in with a curse.

Nothing!

If she had the Miraculous, shouldn’t they still be with her? Do they just disappear after being used?

Ugh! Those things really were useless! Utterly useless!

It was when she stood back to full height that she noticed the monthly calendar. There were the standard holidays, but also a weekly appointment every Friday evening with some ‘Bridgette’. What was that? A spa day?

She shot a glance to her reflection in the mirror and grimaced. She definitely needed one. She could just feel all the oils on her skin!

But more to the point, there was one day circled on the calendar.

‘Start of School’

She grabbed her phone—an older, obsolete model with a glittery but fake casing—and checked the date.

That…

That was today.

It was the first day of school. A…

She checked the date again, and sure enough, it was a year ago!

Had the Wish taken her back in time?

She froze, realization hitting her.

This was the first day of school. The same day as the first akuma attack.

And when Ladybug first appeared.

That meant…she was sent back in time to the day Marinette would become Ladybug.

It was a year in the past. She wasn’t at the hotel. Her room was in a bakery. Her father was working as a baker. She was Marinette now.

That meant…

She giggled, feeling a giddiness rise within her.

Today was the day she becomes Ladybug!

It looks like the Wish did something right, after all!

Chloe grinned, spinning away from the mirror and to her closet.

She had to get ready! She had to prepare the perfect outfit! Something for the day she becomes a hero!

No. THE hero!

She knew how the Ladybug worked. Hell, she knew the akumas to come. With her prior knowledge and skills, she would know how to use the yoyo and how to use the Lucky Charm better than the old Ladybug ever did! She’d have every akuma in the bag!

Hell, maybe she could force the Ladybug kwami to tell her where the Guardian is so she can get the other Miraculous, too! That way, she could have both the Ladybug AND the Bee again.

And her Adrikens would be her partner! To support her! To stay by her side! Just as it should be!

She paused, something niggling at the back of her brain. There was something she was forgetting.

A glance around the room as she wondered

Of course, the full extent of the change and just what that meant didn’t really hit her until she went downstairs and actually saw her father.

The poor man was in the middle of retrieving a pan lined with croissants from the unbearably hot oven, his hair contained in…fishnet? Latex? Whatever the cafeteria cooks wore when she had no choice but to eat from the school’s lunchroom.

Gross! He looked like a lunch lady!

He didn’t seem to notice her, too busy dancing around the kitchen and checking over the…whatever pastries those were and just looking proud of himself.

Daddykins, no. You’re better than this! How could you be reduced to such a state?

He seemed to notice her staring. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, looking concerned.

“Er…yeah.” She replied. She wasn’t, really, but she couldn’t tell him that. He could try to have her stay home and how would she get to see the fruits of her labors from there?

“Ah good!” He said cheerfully. “It is the first day of the new school year, and you certainly want to…” He hesitated, “…start off on the right foot.”

A pause. He looked at her expectantly, but she had no idea what he was getting at.

He shook his head and turned away for a moment to grab a box before coming back and presenting it to her.

Clearly he wanted her to take it, so she sighed and took hold of the box. A peek inside revealed a number of macarons.

For her? Now this was what she was talking about!

“Oh, Daddykins! You shouldn’t have!”

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “I figured it would be a great way to start off the new year by sharing them with your classmates.”

Ugh. Seriously? All happy feelings vanished in an instant and she shot him a petulant look.

“Why should I have to share?” She demanded.

He hesitated.

She glared, tapping her foot in a clear indication of wanting an answer. Or preferably for him to just say they were all hers.

“It’s a new year and a new start.” Andre said, smiling nervously. “Maybe it’s time to just let bygones be bygones?“

It was a stupid question and she sure let him know it. She stared at him flatly, causing him to wilt.

Andre sighed.

“I know you don’t like her, but…” he hesitated. “Please, just try to get along?”

She blinked.

“Her?”

Wait.

Wait…

It suddenly struck her.

If she was Dupain-Cheng now…

That meant Marinette was in her shoes!

She grinned.

Marinette would be her bully! She’d be the rich bitch daughter of the Mayor and loathed by Paris while Chloe would be—

The one everyone rallied around.

The one Adrikens adored.

The one chosen as Ladybug!

She would have it all!

Part of her hoped the other girl would know about the previous reality…just so she could shove it in her face!

“Just take it slow,” he continued, unaware of her true thoughts. “And then you can report about it to Bridgette at your counseling session on Friday.”

Wait—counseling?

Seeing her expression, he held up his hands in a gesture of peace.

“I know you don’t like it, but it was part of the agreement. You need to make a better impression this year, sweetie.”

“What?”

“She’s the daughter of the Mayor. I’m not sure we can take another…” He trailed off before shaking his head and looking at her imploringly. “You understand, right?”

Oh.

She got it!

“Of course, Daddykins!”

Clearly Dupain-Cheng was abusing her influence, just as she thought!

She had to hand it to the girl…a part of her hadn’t been quite convinced that she would go quite that far. But that just proof that Marinette Dupain-Cheng wasn’t so perfect and that even she would be the same as Chloe once in her position!

Chloe knew she would have to bear with the mistreatment for now. No matter how much it would grate her. It would suck to have to have to accept it for any period of time.

Still, it would be worth it! It just meant even more ammunition to use against her once Chloe was Ladybug!

She didn’t even notice the look of concern he gave her or his weak goodbye as she left the bakery with the box in hand. She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. Particularly her plans.

And what plans they were!

So what if Maribrat had Chloe’s wealth? It wasn’t like she knew the first thing about status or being a symbol. No, Ladybug did that for her and she didn’t even use it right! Not like Chloe would.

She smirked to herself, imagining the future.

Well, as soon as she got the Miraculous, taking the pigtailed down a peg would be the first thing on her list. Maybe a dip in the Seine? Or ‘accidentally’ getting her hit by an akuma or two?

Why limit it to her personally? If Ladybug spoke out against the mayor, who would vote for him? From what she remembered of Marinette’s dad, that oaf had no business being in politics anyway! Then there was the hotel, which would no doubt be a mess with him in charge anyway.

And best of all, she thought with glee, with a word from Paris’s favorite hero, Dupain-Cheng could be implicated as an ally of Hawk Moth.

Who wouldn’t believe it? If Marinette was in Chloe’s place, that meant she had to be a brat despised by Paris. Everyone would likely jump at the excuse to run her out of the city!

It was slightly disappointing that the former Ladybug wouldn’t know why the new Ladybug was so against her or that she had even been replaced, but she didn’t deserve answers anyway.

For once, Chloe was getting everything she wanted. It was like the Universe itself was on her side! Chloe would be the hero with all the Miraculous and status just as she’d always deserved. And everyone would automatically see it and love her while they would already recognize Marinette as the selfish bitch Chloe always knew she was!

It was a win/win for Chloe and all her fans—which was the best kind of win for Chloe.

Sure, it meant she would have to suffer the loss of her basic comforts like a butler, the latest in fashion and accessories, and easy immediate access to a luxury spa for now…but it would be worth it in the long run.

…maybe not the luxury spa. She would kill for the hotel’s oils and masseuse. But she would just have to deal with, ugh, scheduling with a four star locale in the meantime.

It’s for the greatest good, she reminded herself, looking mournfully at her chipped nails.

And besides, she didn’t have to suffer for long.

Today was the first day of school, which signified the first appearance of Ladybug! This was the day she achieved her destiny! Once she became Ladybug, she would be back on top!

So what if her dad was a baker instead of a hotel owner this go around? Who said it had to stay that way? Just as she could use her position to defame the Dupain-Chengs and ruin Marinette, she could endorse the bakery for free publicity. Do special promotions and deals for money. Or even better! She could make the city pay her for her work!

After all, how much was her Miracle Cure worth, really? How much would the city be willing to pay for her to fix the damage caused by akuma fights? It was only what she was owed; the least they could do is compensate her for her time.

Really, it was Marinette’s own fault for not taking advantage while she could. She could’ve been an idol or the city’s star. She could have used the Miraculous to create an army. Hell, Hawk Moth should have been nothing against her! And instead, she just…wasted her potential. On things like loose zoo animals or out of control helicopters, no less!

Chloe wouldn’t make the same mistakes.

And now that Chloe was set to be the city’s hero…

Even if Marinette was rich (for now), it would be nothing compared to what Chloe would have. She would be Paris’s hero! The BEST hero! And unlike that has-been, she at least would use Ladybug’s power and status right!

She didn’t need to be the daughter of the Mayor! Her Mother was still THE Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. Adrien Agreste was still her best friend. She was still Chloe Bourgeois, the best thing to happen to Paris! And now as Ladybug, she would still be back on top and ruling Paris in no time!

And it would all start once she got to school.

“Get out of my way!” She exclaimed, shoving some old fart taking his sweet time walking, sending him to the ground and out of her way.

Move aside, peons!

Her destiny awaits!

Back at the intersection, Chloe never noticed the way the elderly gentleman cast her a judging stare from his position on the ground. Or his muttering.

“No, definitely not.”

“Are you okay?” Came a voice.

“Ah, yes!” He replied, accepting the offered hand and taking stock of the girl it belonged to. She was young. In college, likely. “Thank you, young lady!”

“Of course!” She smiled, handing him back his cane. “Do you need help getting home from here? That looked like quite a fall.”

“But don’t you have somewhere to be?” He asked.

“Just school, but I can spare a few minutes if you need…?”

“There is no need for that.” He shook his head. “I will be fine, thank you for your concern.”

Yes, he decided with a smile as he watched her go, this one will do.

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Ugh, walking. Who invented such a thing? She couldn’t wait until she had a personal limo again. This was so not good for her!

Chloe continued plotting as she walked, magnanimously choosing to consider this as part of the reason for revenge instead of its own thing.

And speaking of revenge! Let’s see…

She scrunched her face, trying to remember the events of the first day of school.

There had been that fight with Marinette over her seat. ‘My seat now’, she realized with glee. ‘Which means I’ll be back next to Adrikens!’

Where she should be.

And if she and Dupain-Cheng were now supposed to be switched, that meant ‘the horrible bully Marinette’ would be picking on ‘poor sweet little Chloe’.

She couldn’t wait!

‘Let’s see how you handle being in my shoes, Dupain-Cheng!’

She giggled to herself, ignoring the weirded out looks she was getting from some passing students.

Or the way the other students in general seemed to give her a wide berth.

As they should for the real Queen Bee of this school!

She was already imagining how this was going to go. And with the classroom only a few feet ahead, her vindication was already so close she could taste it!

Except when she finally arrived at the class, it was immediately clear that something wasn’t right.

Dupain-Cheng was there as expected. With her same kiddie pigtails and her pink and grey ensemble with polka-dots—what kind of designer was she anyway?

What wasn’t expected, however, was that Cesaire was already was there as well.

Originally, Cesaire defended Dupain-Cheng and they became friends. If things played out the same, shouldn’t Cesaire be coming in late? Or standing up to Dupain-Cheng here? If anything, they already seemed to be friends.

Unless Cesaire was Dupain-Cheng’s tool like Sabrina had been for her?

It made sense that this new reality would swap more around, she reasoned.

Except…

Chloe frowned. Now that she was actually close enough to the classroom, she could see the classmates gathered into a sort of half circle around Dupain-Cheng and her follower. And as she reached the doorway, she could more clearly hear what they were saying.

“—at the Le Grand Paris.” Marinette said, gesturing to Alya with a smile.

“Wow!”

“So cool!”

“That’s awesome! So you’ve just been staying at the hotel until you can get settled in?”

Alya nodded, smiling. “Yeah. At least for a little while until we could get our own apartment. Mr. Dupain-Cheng was really accommodating. Luckily, we didn’t need it for long before Mom found something. She didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity, but it’s just really amazing that he was willing to offer us room and board just to have Mom as part of his staff!”

Chloe raised a nose in disgust.

Who ever heard of such a thing?! What hotel made any profit letting people stay for free?

“We met when I was cleaning rooms and she offered to help!” Marinette explained brightly.

Chloe nearly gagged.

Cleaned?

Marinette…actually cleaned the hotel?

Why do something that gross?

That’s what the help was for! And Sabrina.

Speaking of, where was she?

Chloe glanced around, but Sabrina was nowhere to be seen amongst the classmates.

Maybe the Wish had done more than switch her with Dupain-Cheng? Maybe Cesaire and Sabrina had been switched as well? So that meant Sabrina should be the new transfer, right?

No wait, that didn’t add up. She had just walked in on Cesaire being introduced.

Sabrina was probably just her best friend, then.

She nodded.

That was good enough, she supposed. At least if she couldn’t have her necessities from the hotel, she still had Sabrina to take care of the more mundane tasks for her.

Unaware of her thoughts, Marinette had continued talking to the others unhindered.

“—said she would be coming to Francios Dupont, and I knew I had to introduce her. She’s new, so be nice.” She instructed, giving a stare to Kim in particular. “Kim.”

The taller boy raised his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll give her a week before any challenges.”

Alya raised an eyebrow. “Challenges? Dare I ask?”

Everyone groaned.

“No dares.” Nino begged, covering his face with his hat. “Please. Kim is bad enough every year. I still can’t look at the hotel without remembering what happened last time…”

“Yeah, your dumb dare got us banned from the hotel’s pool for a month!” Alix said, pointing at Kim, who shrugged helplessly.

“Speaking of the hotel!” Marinette cut in, pulling out her tablet. “I convinced my dad to let us do this year’s work study at the hotel.” She tapped her tablet. “I have a little bit of influence over what they’ll choose as assignments, so we can try to come up with roles everyone will like.”

“Hey yeah! That sounds awesome!”

The classmates crowded the desk, chatting excitedly.

“So where will everyone go?”

“Maybe Kim and Max in security? Or Alix and Max in security, so Kim could work the pool area.”

“As a lifeguard?” Kim asked cheerfully. “I’ve done some training, after all.”

Marinette sent him a wry look and pretended to be thinking it over. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe as a pool cleaner?”

Kim pouted. “No fair, Mari!”

“Hey, it would do you some good to learn the cleaning process for the pools you use so much.” Mylene said, half jokingly and half pointedly, making Kim lower his head and groan.

Marinette giggled a little. “Well at any rate, I’ve set up a list of all the different jobs at the hotel so people can mark their top preferences. Between all the options, everyone is bound to find something that’ll suit them best.”

She sent Adrien a knowing look. “And of course Adrien will be in the kitchen.”

Adrien beamed at that.

Not that Chloe noticed.

“Kitchen?!” Chloe squawked. “You’re going to make my Adrikens work in a dirty old kitchen?!”

She had known Marinette would be bad, but how dare she punish Adrikens like that? She could just see it now! Her poor Adrikens, forced to slave away in a room meant for servants like…like he was a servant! Where he could get covered in grime and burn his precious skin!

Everyone frowned at her, as if she was the one being ridiculous!

The boy in question raised his hand.

“But I want to—”

“That is a flagrant abuse of power!” Chloe shouted, slamming a hand on the desk. “She’s making Adrikens work like a maid! What if his father hears about this?!”

Adrien wilted in on himself.

“The kitchen isn’t dirty or old.” Marinette said, sounding annoyingly calm with a terseness in her tone that Chloe had heard some service workers use when dealing with particularly difficult customers—though why they used it with her was beyond her. It was as if Marinette was acting like she the reasonable one dealing with an unreasonable customer or something. “They just finished the remodeling three months ago, we clean it regularly, and all of our utensils and equipment are taken good care of.”

“That’s not the point!” Chloe shouted. “How could you use my Adrikens in such a way? Gabriel Agreste would never approve when he hears about this!”

Because he would be hearing about this! Chloe would make sure of it!

“I could just explain to Mr. Agreste that this would be for good publicity.” Marinette suggested. “I’m sure he would allow it.”

She knew it! There were really no lows she wouldn’t go to!

“You’re really pushing this! And you call yourself Adrikens’ friend!” Chloe pointed at Marinette accusingly. “Just because your Daddy’s the Mayor doesn’t mean you can treat people like they’re lesser than you!”

Marinette frowned, looking uncertain as her gaze flickered between the others.

Hah! Even in Chloe’s position, Marinette still wavered easily and she couldn’t hide her insecurities to save her life. It was why she always gave in in the end! Anyone would roll over someone showing such an obvious weakness!

Hell, she may not even need to wait to see her taken down. This was a perfect opportunity to lead everyone in rising up against her tyranny.

After a few seconds, she turned back to face Chloe, no doubt to attack her for challenging her and show her true colors—

“Chloe, are you okay?”

Huh?

“My Dad just runs the Hotel. He isn’t the Mayor.”

What?!

“My Mom is. You met her at your…” She hesitated, sending the others a glance before lowering her voice, “…meeting, remember?”

She had to bite her tongue regarding the ridiculousness of Dupain-Cheng’s mother being the Mayor. Was that woman even a French citizen?

But it was the other part of Marinette’s statement that concerned her. What meeting? What was she even getting at? Why was she trying to be quiet about it.

Nevermind! She’d worry about that later!

“It doesn’t matter!” Chloe shouted, forcing Marinette to back away. “The fact is that you can’t just throw your weight around to get your way and treat people however you like! And I’m not the only one who feels that way!” She exclaimed, turning to the classmates in expectation.

…only to get a number of blank or confused stares in response.

“Um, what are you even talking about?” Alya asked incredulously.

What?

“Yeah, dude! Marinette doesn’t treat anyone that way.” Nino added.

What?

“The only one who pulls that sort of thing is you.” Said Nathaniel bitingly.

Since when does that loser talk?

And also, what?!

“And aren’t you supposed to be leaving Marinette alone?” Alix asked, giving Chloe a pointed look.

What even was that about?

“I thought that was the agreement.” Mylene said quietly.

Seriously?! Was everyone on her side?

They were supposed to be silent! Or judging the Mayor’s brat! That’s what they did with Chloe! Instead, they were jumping to her defense!

“Are you serious?” She demanded. “Like she doesn’t abuse her power and authority to push people around!”

“Of course not!” Marinette insisted. And then to Chloe’s rage, seemed to draw herself up even more, actually looking confident and self assured in a way Chloe herself had never felt in her place. “As the daughter of the mayor, I have to set a good example.”

Ex…

Example?

What even was that?

Unaware of Chloe’s short-circuiting, she continued. “And Chloe, I wouldn’t force anyone to do a role that they don’t want. That’s why I brought the list here for the class to review first.” She gestured to her tablet. “That way everyone has a chance to pick what roles they want and we can avoid the ones no one wants to do. How is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t, admittedly. But Marinette wasn’t supposed to be the one doing it! That was the problem!

“And who put you in charge?!” Chloe demanded of Marinette. “Why are you deciding where we’ll do the work study? What, are you using the Class Rep position to flaunt your family’s hotel?”

It would make sense. Chloe had been the Class Rep for years originally. If Marinette was her…

Marinette just gave her a strange look.

“No. I’m not Class Rep, remember?”

Chloe balked.

“What?”

“Chloe, did you hit your head?” Marinette asked, sounding worried. She held a hand out in offering. “Do you need to go to the Nurse’s Office?”

Chloe jerked away from the girl’s outreached hand. Why would Dupain-Cheng still be acting…nice?

Clearly she must still be pretending!

“Nevermind that! If you aren’t the Class Rep, then who is?”

“Your benevolent dictator is here!” Came a voice. A familiar voice. The last one Chloe expected.

“Hey, Class Rep.” Marinette said, giving Chloe a pointed look while waving to the person behind her.

Chloe turned slowly. She had to force herself to move. The strain made it feel like her bones were creaking.

Behind her, Sabrina stood tall with a tablet in hand and looking…surprisingly well for a new reality as a lackey of someone other than Chloe. She almost didn’t recognize her.

Chloe stood straight, expecting the standard greeting.

To her shock, Sabrina didn’t even look at her, instead moving past her to…

“Wow, Marinette! Nice jacket!” Sabrina said first thing in greeting as she moved over to the other girl in interest.

Marinette blushed at the praise. “Thanks! My dad got me some new fabric and I was inspired to try this style!” She gave a wink. “Now this is just a test run to see how it works out.”

“It certainly looks comfortable.” Sabrina said in awe.

Were…were they ignoring her?

“I have some of the material left.” Marinette said. “I could make you your own for your birthday if you want?”

Oh gag! Why would anyone want Marinette’s tacky creations instead of the latest in season creation?

And there was Sabrina looking like that was something to be excited about!

Oh no! Without Chloe to guide her, she had lost any sense of fashion! No matter how much fuller her hair was or how she no longer looked like a strong wind could blow her away!

Clearly, her life was a tragedy without Chloe!

“And I checked like you asked.” Marinette continued, unaware of Chloe’s glare. “My Dad said we could do the work study at his hotel.”

“Thank you!” Sabrina cheered. “That’ll be one less thing to worry about.”

“Yeah, we were talking about that when you came in.” Marinette explained.

Chloe glared pointedly at the girl over the way she was blatantly ignoring that they had been in the middle of Chloe calling her out! Seriously, what was the point of getting to tell people off for their flaws if they were going to ignore you and pretend it never happened! Really! You can’t just ignore the truth like that!

“We were discussing what positions everyone wanted.” Mylene said. “Even if we can’t get the exact ones we’d like, there’ll at least be options.”

“Juleka and I can clean the ball room!” Rose exclaimed. “It will give us a chance to check the acoustics of the room. We’ve been wondering about the effects and what to expect if our band ever plays in such an area.“

Nino looked intrigued at that. “Hey, that does sound like a good idea. Maybe sign me up for that as well?” He asked, turning to Marinette before mumbling to himself about the echo effect on his beats.

Marinette gave him a nod before turning back to Rose. “I heard you guys just started, didn’t you?“

Rose nodded, beaming. “It’s so much fun!”

Marinette smiled and marked it down on her list. “Then I’ll suggest that for you.”

She paused for a moment, hesitating in clear unwillingness to continue before giving a strained smile.

“And Chloe...”

“How about trash cleanup?” Alix snarked, giving the girl a dark look.

“Excuse you?!” Chloe shouted in outrage. “Do you know who my daddy is?!”

The looks she was given were completely unimpressed.

“A baker?”

“And not even a good one.”

"Hey, his croissants are all right."

Chloe blanched, remembering that her father wasn’t the mayor in this world.

He wasn’t even rich.

He was just a baker now. A simple ordinary not even very good baker who was barely keeping his head above water trying to maintain his business and manage his teenage daughter.

And that made Chloe…

Nothing.

Her go to tactic now had no power.

But…but Sabrina! She realized in a flash that her minion was apparently the Class Rep! She could have her back her!

But when she spun around to look, the girl had actually just abandoned her and the gathering altogether to sit next to Mylene of all people! Mylene! And they were just…chatting! Since when did those two spend time together! And why wasn’t Sabrina there for her?!

“Chloe!” Came the only voice worth listening to.

Oh, Adrikens! Of course you would always be there for her!

She spun to him in expectation. Because of course her Adrikens would be on her side! Her savior! Her only ally against such cruel tyranny—

But he didn’t look happy. Or in any way amicable to her. “Don’t forget!” He whispered sharply to her. “You’re still on probation! You can’t start another commotion before the first class of the school year has even started!”

Chloe blinked.

Pro…

Probation?

…

Her?!

“How am I on—?!”

It was impossible! She had never had a criminal record! She’d never even committed a crime! Or anything that warranted getting in trouble over!

Regardless of what Ladybug said, since she clearly had it out for her.

“Just leave Marinette alone.” Adrien whispered, turning her away from the rest of the group and…her. “Please.”

She didn’t want to. There were so many questions and so many things she wanted to demand right now. She was very well inclined to make demands regardless, because she didn’t know what was going on and she needed answers.

But it was her Adrikens asking.

And she didn’t have much chance to say anything else as Bustier had chosen that time to arrive.

“Welcome back, everyone!” The woman greeted cheerfully. Her arrival cut off all other discussion as the students made their way to their desks. “I hope everyone had a good break and that we’re all ready to start the new year.”

A chorus of affirmations followed as everyone took their seats.

Everyone except Chloe, who was glancing around the room in confusion.

None of this was right.

She had expected to fight with Marinette over her seat to get to sit behind Adrien, but he was sitting at the back next to Nathaniel. And Marinette was sitting in the mid row on the other side from him, pulling Alya to sit next to her. But if she wasn’t sitting behind Adrien, what was even the point of challenging her for her seat?

…where even was Chloe’s seat?

She would have sad next to Sabrina, but that traitor hadn’t moved from her spot next to Mylene and left no room for Chloe! And nobody else was calling Chloe over—so if someone else had taken Sabrina’s place as her best friend, she had no way of even knowing who it was!

“Chloe,” Bustier called to her, ever so gently. “Your seat is up at the front, remember? As we discussed the last time we met.” She gestured to the bench at the front.

It was across the one Chloe had sat at previously, being the front desk closest to the door. And to her frustration, there was no one sitting with her! How else was she supposed to get her assignments copied? And wasn’t that the seat that loser, Nino, had been put in because he got in trouble? Chloe wasn’t in trouble though!

Adrien’s words about probation hit her, making her wince.

…was she?

She wanted to ask. She wanted to stomp her foot and demand the answers she deserved.

But Bustier was staring at her expectantly. And she could hear some giggles and snickering from behind her the longer she waited. She glanced back to Adrikens, but…he wasn’t even looking at her! He was conversing with Nathaniel over something on his sketchbook!

How could a sketchbook be more important than his best friend?!

With little other choice, Chloe slid into the front desk, blushing furiously in humiliation and trying to ignore everyone behind her.

It didn’t matter.

None of them mattered!

None of this would matter once she got the Miraculous and put Dupain-Cheng in her place! Then everyone would know SHE was the Queen Bee!

She was sure of it!

#ml fic #chloe's lament #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #kwami swap #plagg #be careful what you wish for #chloe is not careful #chloe is a horrible person #miracle queen

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