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wandasgf · 2 months

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WUNDAGORE. 18+. mdni.

pairing: villain!wanda maximoff + avenger!reader

summary: wanda gets rid of that pesky memory block of yours

warnings: angst, emotional and mental manipulation, mentions of murder, pet names, reader is overwhelmed and confused, one (1) mommy, allusion to smut at the end

wc: 1.6k~

a/n: кошечка (koshechka) = kitty

The wind that blows past is frigid and the rocks underneath your hands are sharp-edged and cold as you stare up at the Scarlet Witch or whatever the hell Wanda was calling herself these days from your place on the ground. You’re tempted to try and kick her feet out from under her where she’s standing above you, catch her off guard and send her tumbling down the cliff, but you don’t. You just glare up at her, knowing that even if you managed to catch her off guard, she would never fall that easily. She would rise up like the most beautiful archdemon you’ve ever seen and deal whatever damage you’d dealt to her tenfold. To anyone who might be watching, lurking in the shadows but not daring to interrupt either of you, the look in your eyes is one of pure hatred, disgust in its purest form that mirrors the look in Wanda’s eyes. But you both know it’s not true, that the hatred disguises something much worse. Something you’d never admit even in the emptiest of places, something Wanda would only ever admit in your dreams. Something that would destroy you both if you’re not careful.

“You’re disgusting.” You spit, icy and cold. “Destroying those universes like it’s nothing, like they’re nothing.” You finally get your bearings back, standing up and clenching your fists at your side, trying your best not to just hit her, punch her, shove her down, anything. “All for what? So you can get back a man who tried to kill you?” Jealousy. “A man who wanted to destroy the universe and start over to create the perfect humanity? You know, the more I think about it, the more I think maybe the two of you really are meant for each other.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Wanda hisses, and you think she might push you down again, but instead she pulls you closer to her by your collar. You can feel her warm breath against your skin and you have to repress a shiver. “You think that you know everything about everyone, don’t you? You think I’m doing this for that man? You think any of this is for him?” She laughs like you’ve just said the most absurd thing she’s ever heard. “You really are stupid, aren’t you?” It’s almost comical to her that you really think that, that you’re so god damn blind that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. She knows why you can’t see it, of course, but she hadn’t always realized how susceptible you were. You can’t see that she’s been trying to find another universe, any other universe where you don’t hate her anymore, where she didn’t fuck everything up and the Avengers didn’t take you away from her.

She knows she should stop talking, she knows she should shut her mouth before she makes things worse, but she can’t stop herself. She knows how to play the role of the villain to a T now, and if the only way she gets to be close to you again is to make you cry then so be it. “You think you’re better than me because you kill people in the name of the Avengers instead of your own?” She laughs, her grip on your shirt tightening. “I have some news for you, little hero, you’re certainly no better than I am. What is it that keeps you there, anyway? You know you don’t belong there.” It’s a low blow, but she knows how true it is even if you no longer do, “Is it the Russian? Do you stay so you can see the look of approval in her eyes whenever you kill someone for her?” Jealousy. “But you’d do it even if she didn’t ask. I’d say you and I are rather the same, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck you!” The smirk that curls on her lips makes you nauseous and you push her away from you. You know that she let you, loosened her grip on your shirt so you could feel like you’re even half as strong as she is, but you don’t care. “I think that I know everything? What about you! Acting like you know anything about me besides what my blood looks like on your hands.” Your hands are shaking both because of the look Wanda gives you and because you’re upset that she would ever bring up Natasha. Upset at the possibility that this encounter would taint your relationship with the Russian redhead, that Wanda’s words would burn at the back of your mind like acid. Because it’s not true, what she said is not true. You don’t like killing those people, you don’t like seeing their blood on your hands or seeing the light drain from their eyes. You don’t like it. You don’t.

Wanda doesn’t have to look into your mind to know what you’re thinking, it’s written all over your face. She knows she hit a sore spot with that comment. “I don’t know anything about you?” She tilts her head, taking a step towards you as you take one away from her. “You always talk,” another step forward, “like you know,” and another, “what you’re saying” and then another, you try to take another step backward, but your back hits the jagged wall of the cave, “but you don’t, do you?” Wanda hadn’t been this close to you since she had nearly torn your heart out of your chest and it was making you dizzy. Had she always smelled this familiar and good? You’re very purposefully avoiding eye contact, not wanting to see the satisfaction in her eyes at having cornered you. Suddenly you feel Wanda’s hand gripping your face and forcing you to look at her, “No, you don’t. I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

Wanda’s eyes glow red for just a minute and you feel like there’s a fog in your brain being lifted before your memories crash down on you like a tidal wave. Wanda’s eyes go back to their regular green color and her hand moves to cup your cheek, her darkened fingertips tapping against your skin. She gives you a second, knows this is going to be a lot for you. She did just unlock over 5 years of forcefully forgotten memories after all. She wasn’t going to do this, it will result in everything the Avengers have at their disposal being thrown at her for taking away their leverage over her, but they shouldn’t have let you come alone and she was growing rather tired of hearing you hurl insults at her and seeing the way you beamed up at Natasha whenever she caught the two of you together. This was poor planning on the Avengers’ part, that’s all.

Suddenly you feel nauseous, every memory you’ve ever had with Wanda hitting you with full force. You feel like you’ve just gotten a metal bat to the gut and then again to your head. You don’t know what to think. Was this real? Did Wanda plant those in your head? No, that didn’t seem right. This would certainly explain the way certain Avengers acted around you and the way you felt when Wanda was near. You were explaining that away as anxiety, nervousness over being so close to someone to dangerous and vile. You lean into the warmth of Wanda’s touch before you can even think about stopping yourself. She can see the way your mind is racing, how your pupils are blown as you try to piece everything together. Eventually, you look up at her with those doe eyes you used to use on her and she almost tears up. “Wanda?” There you are.

“Hi, кошечка. You must be so confused, huh? I know it’s a lot, but I promise things will be better now.” Your head spins at her words and her tone, that tone… everything is too much and not enough all at once. Too much information, but at the same time not enough. Why didn’t you remember any of that before? Why were you ever trying to hurt Wanda? Why was she hurting you back? Was she hurting you back? Why had she been doing all of those horrible things? Your Wanda would never do those things. Except, well, this was your Wanda, so surely that makes it excusable, right? But if she was your Wanda, why weren’t you with her? Wanda taps against your cheek to catch your attention again, noticing how unfocused your eyes are as you spiral in your own mind. “Those Avengers were so mean to take you away from me like they did, trying to turn you against me.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand. Why would they do that? I thought they were supposed to be nice, why would they take me from you? Why would… why?” You’re slowly putting the pieces together while trying to cope with the fact that for the past two years you’ve been treating your… your Wanda like an enemy. Your tough exterior is cracking and crumbling as each second goes by, no longer being kept back by the mental barrier you didn’t even know was there. “Oh, my sweet girl, because they’re not nice. They’ve been keeping you like a caged animal, using you like a weapon and tricking you into trusting them.” Wanda’s voice soothes you if only slightly, but the thought of being used like that has you so angry and overwhelmed with all the emotions clashing in your head that you can’t help but let out a quiet whimper, tears forming in your eyes. Wanda coos, bringing you closer and holding you against her chest. She strokes your hair, humming softly before she speaks again, “It’s okay, mommy’s got you. I’ll make it all better, don’t worry.”

#alice's fics !#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch smut

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heathtrash · 1 year

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tww fans, help me recover from top surgery!!

okay i am freaking oUT bc surgery is in a few hours but i thought of a cute way you might want to support me - by reading/commenting on my fics? comments are my favourite thing to get so i will LOVE reading them while i'm in that very common post-op depression time

hicsqueak

A Clock With No Hands - it's epic, it's angsty, it's action-packed, it's domestic?? pippa pentangle is a horse girl?? if you love confinement slowburn angst this is the one for you. you can read up to the end of chapter 10 if you don't like unfinished things because it has a nice natural pause there. my first ever fanfiction i ever started. i don't know what else to say about it. it's my child i'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places - pippa is engaged! TO A MAN. hecate is furious about being invited? it's the daily update fic that i devoted my full life to for the month of october! i'm told it was exciting to read as it was updating but still remains a very "i'll just read one more chapter" fic. it really does go places

Theft of a Heart (I know this much is true) - go back to the 80s for this dive into teen hisqueak! it's kind of a prequel to a clock with no hands. if you want to see how morgana orchestrates pippa and hecate becoming friends, then this is the fic for you

Blow, Northerne Wynd - rapunzel au!!! hecate's confinement re-imagined as the rapunzel story. pippa is a gallant knight who visits her. technically this doesn't have an ending but i left it in a pretty good place!!!

there’s something about kittens - tiny little one-shot about pippa and hecate taking care of the kittens that the cackle's students will receive

To ready one's heart (hicsqueak Valentine's Day drabble sequence) - i mean, who doesn't love fake dating at a charity auction?

Going Once, Going Twice - (summary-style) non-magical au where hecate is an archaeologist bidding on an important item for her research. a rival from her past, pippa, bids against her. they have to meet up to resolve matters and. well, it's a christmas romcom.

Other ways of keeping warm - hicsqueak at a christmas market. SUCH fluff.

Taking the Initiative - after a workshop from pippa, hecate gets really into dungeon mastering a D&D game for a small group of students. this was never finished but maybe it doesn't have to be?

Raspberry and White Chocolate - very short university au where hecate is a lecturer and pippa is a PhD student. one of the first fics i ever wrote!

hackle

A Witch in Paris (Yours, Hecate) - hecate is staying in paris for research, and her only means of communication with the headmistress she pines after is by letter. if you've never read hackle before, this is a soft introduction! it's actually a remix fic so i can't take all the credit (originally was a series of letters by @emiline-northeto)

A Rather Distinguished Guest - edwardian au where hecate is on her way to a guest-house where she is the housekeeper, and finds herself sharing a carriage with a very interesting stranger. it's historical cottagecore!

A minute before midnight - hackle love confession at midnight on new year's! it's soft

Hush Little Kitty - only very tiny amount of hackle, but the fic is mainly about hecate looking for morgana. if you love cats and soft hecate then here!!

Only Happy When It Rains - super random magical grunge band au, no idea what i was thinking

mumbroom

A Nanny’s Intuition - hecate goes BACK IN TIME to pose as a nanny and protect baby mildred hubble in julie's flat from a magical attack. obviously she'll have no problems at all keep her feelings in check. what could go wrong???

Merry Christmas, Darling (mumbroom ficlets) - THREE one-shot fics showing how julie and hecate get closer over the years at Christmas, from beginning to date, to engagement and marriage

The Best Cure is Company - hecate is sick, julie helps her recover. established relationship that just gets cuter

misc/collections

A Taste of Honey - one of my most beloved fics??? HONEYBROOM. jennifer honey (yes, matilda miss honey) comes to teach at cackle's as a supply teacher. hecate is about to be in for a Lot. this goes deeper than expected

Fly Me To The Moon (Fill My Heart With Song) - starabella! a year after the betrayal, dimity checks up on arabella by taking a date to her jazz gig. starabella never gets enough love

Something Strong About Her - starbroom, where hecate treats dimity to a lovely day out

The Star of My Sky - starbroom, where hecate has a proposal for dimity and her collapsible broomstick. hecate teases dimity relentlessly. if you're wanting a laugh, THIS.

a dance to remember - pippa/hecate/julie, lots of soft care for hecate at ostara. chill lil cottage one-shot

The Cat Omnibus (multiship Valentine's Day drabble collection) - maybe you really like cats. there's a cat in EVERY drabble. some beloved rarepairs

only three sentences to confess my love (Tumblr Ask Box fics) - askbox three-sentence fics. they're gay

A Selection of Chocolates (April 2020 drabble collection) - so i bought a discounted 65p easter egg, and wrote a multiship collection. i've no idea

The Witching Hour: A Celebration of Hallowe'en (TWW October Drabble Challenge 2019) - random hallowe'en/autumn drabbles

Only This Moment (march 2020 drabble collection) - another multiship drabble collection, for my sins

other fandoms

home is where you kiss me - imodna try to make a home together and perhaps there is a little cONFESSION? some mild threat

creepy creeps with eerie eyes - imodna decorate zhudanna's house for hallowe'en. it's silly and cute and i wrote most of it right after the first episode of campaign 3 aired because i was immediately obsessed with imogen and laudna, like a gay

The Importance of Being Subtle - vex and keyleth go on an adventure and there's a sneaky little love confession. if the tag "sapphics on a broomstick" doesn't draw you in, i don't know what will

As Long As You're Here - downton abbey, mary/baxter sickfic. mary is sick and baxter has been left behind in quarantine with her

Just a touch more - downton abbey, mary/baxter. baxter is dressing mary in preparation for a hunt. it takes a turn for the gay

To the Hilt - flemson in an olympics au. joanne davidson and kate fleming fence. it's very uhhh gay word. even if you don't know the ship, you might enjoy the ladies with swords.

Two First Kisses - flemson university au? kate thinks she's straight and goes to the LGBTsoc meet. there's no way she'll fall for jo, right???? it's also 2006 because i'm nostalgic for my own university days. tbh this might as well be original fiction, the ship is barely relevant

Holding Back the Years - doubt, sister aloysius/sister james. is sister aloysius ready for the cOnFeSsIoN sister james is about to give her? lesbian nuns idk

to seduce a stranger (maryisa valentine's day drabble sequence) - maryisa from his dark materials! marisa coulter has to lead mary malone on, but how far will it take her?

anyway thank you so much if you decide to read or re-read anything! i might have some LAMPBROOM (constance hardbroom/lynne lamplighter) in the works but i’ve been so brain empty these past few days. if i have a braincell in recovery i’ll try to edit and post the chapters i have. obviously if that’s not your ship i’ve written plenty of other fics 🫡

#heathtrash writes #the worst witch #tww #hicsqueak #hackle #mumbroom #starabella #starbroom

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thatgordongirl · 2 years

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Thoughts on Ghosts Season 4 - Part 1

Mary, Thomas, and Julian

Disclaimer: There will be spoilers! If you haven’t watched season 4 already, @patcaps has it on his google drive on his blog. Also, before I get into it all, I want to say it was an absolute blast waiting with all of you, making content and keeping the show alive. I hope we get to have just as much fun with the podcast and future seasons, this fandom has a lot of heart that a lot of others have lost overtime. I think it’s because it comes from people don’t just love Ghosts, but the actors, their previous shows, the history, and the positivity brought to every second of every episode.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, Ghosts. I think it’ll be best if every character is addressed individually as to go fully in-depth with each development and storyline. But talking about the season itself, I have to say there is something different about it compared to other seasons. I think it’s to set the stage for Alison’s rising tension in her marriage and with the Ghosts, maybe it was preparing for Mary, either way, it’s storyline was a lot tense and melancholic, which you would expect from a show about dead people.

It instilled a fear that I had forgotten purely because I thought they wouldn’t cross that line. They let a ghost pass on. I had considered it likely at some point, but I thought they’d do it together. Suddenly there’s grief and now there’s a worry about who’s next. It immerses you in the show whilst also building up tension and anxiety. If anything, I thought Robin would have passed on before Mary, maybe even Julian if he found closure. The show won’t be the same without her.

Anyways, I don’t want to make this too long.

Mary

She will be missed dearly and I was actually sobbing when she left. I kept waiting for it to be a fake-out, for her to come back and say the basket was only four potatoes high and Alison did it wrong. But she didn’t. She didn’t come back and it affected everyone. Thomas was had a selfless moment for her, Captain nearly cried and comforted Julian. Robin showed his own way of coping for those he’d lost, those he’d probably lose, and how his belief in the stars made it a little better.

They all showed different ways of grieving for Mary. Captain kept moving and working, trying to distract himself. Fanny denied it and forgot momentarily, maybe he’d mind trying to protect herself from it. Kitty cried, Pat tried to make a comfortable lie. Robin deflected, Julian got angry. They are all different and equally fair ways of grieving. The show captured how everyone deals with things differently.

Mary finding her voice and talking about her trial was the closure she needed. She told her story, she loved and she lost and she lived. And she’s gone. And it’s going to be hard, as silly as it may sound, to watch the show the same way. Because I think we’ll grieve a little bit too. But Katy Wix did a terrific job showcasing someone silenced learning to speak up and be her true self in the face of scrutiny.

Thomas

I have to say, I’m impressed by his development throughout this season. It’s not exactly what I expected/hoped, but it’s the build up to more. His moment with Kitty in episode 1 where he tells her she doesn’t have to pretend to like his poetry felt like such a genuine line without him trying to garner sympathy, he really doesn’t want her to pretend. He does it for himself so much already. That being said, I also think it outlines another important relationship of his, with Captain.

Realistically, they shouldn’t get along at all, and they don’t most of the time, but they have similarities I feel they bond over. They both exhibit logical thinking and question Robin’s story, they share similar views on Julian. The Thomas and Pat interactions are very interesting and for a second I swore Pat was treating him like his son. Keeping him in the room and saying he was putting his foot down, Pat acts like a very insistent babysitter who lets you stay up if you’ll kelp him work the microwave.

The best revelation that we kinda already knew but wasn’t addressed was Thomas making everything about himself. He doesn’t know he’s doing it, he’s just spent so much time obsessing over his work he thinks it’s the only way to operate. And when he realises he’s doing it, he doesn’t deny or defend, he immediately rights his wrong. He makes sure it’s about Mary, even cutting off writing a eulogy, the thing he obsesses over, and puts her above himself.

Julian

I just want to say before anything, Julian saying Maggie during a time of vulnerability and telling a rare story is very telling. It’s one of the only stories he’s told that hasn’t involved one of his sexual conquests, even if it’s still not really part of his personal life since it’s still in relation to work. Julian feels more guilty about people than he lets on, we know he feels bad about his daughter, but he loved his wife at some point. At least I hope he did.

Though he doesn’t entirely grasp being virtuous because he wants people to see it and that’s the only reason he does it. Captain did have a point when he said that there is a heart somewhere in Julian. Playing chess with Robin with the big board was hilarious. His way of grieving being anger made so much because of the way he reacts to being insulted. He gets defensive, and yells. Finally, his relationship with Alison is either that drunk uncle who comes around every twenty five years, or more fatherly. When they were scheming together I swear it was a father and a daughter.

#bbc ghosts #mary bbc ghosts #pat butcher #the captain #julian fawcett #thomas thorne #robin bbc ghosts #katy wix #analysis #ghosts season 4 #bbc ghosts spoilers

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skye-huntress · 1 year

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RWBY Volume 9 Reaction

Episode 8: “Tea Amidst Terrible Trouble”

I made the decision to stay up and now I have a feeling sleep will allude me for some time

And we’re running

Ruby tells Little to leave or else they will die, too. And there it is! Now we are getting to the real heart of the real issue! Ruby believes it is her choices and leadership that get people killed. So she is shunning everyone

The thumbnail already tipped me off, but it makes sense that RWBY’s most charismatic villain return for this. And not just him, all the people in Ruby’s life who have died.

Neo wasn’t content with just killing Ruby, she wanted to unmake her. But that’s just how vengeance goes. It seems she somehow figured out Ruby’s deepest, darkest thoughts when her friends couldn’t and is using that to wear the last of her will down

It’s been a while since we’ve seen the farmboy. I’ve always had complicated feelings about him so I can’t say I miss having him around

There’s the Cat, and they shoot lasers apparently!

Oh no, bad kitty, bad! Great, now I owe Jaune an apology

So the Cat’s been looking for a host in order to leave the Ever After and go to Remnant. They must have tried to do that with Alyx and Lewis but at least one of them must have wised up and intervened.

Little followed Ruby all the way to Neo’s to help her, and the one thing Ruby was afraid of happening again, happened.

WBYJ finally arrive, too late, because Ruby no longer wants to be Ruby anymore and so she gave herself to the Tree. This part I knew was going to happen this episode

As for Neo, that’s the trouble with revenge, it’s all consuming but there is never any satisfaction in the end. It’s just a way of not dealing with your own pain and emptiness. Now Neo has nothing.

Well, that brings a new meaning to showing your true colours.

So we have two episodes left. Ruby has been taken by the tree to ascend. The Cat has possessed Neo in order to escape to Remnant, the door to which is at the tree. WBYJ need to get to the tree ASAP but without a guide they have no idea how. Well, actually they do know one way.

First off, a thought just occurred to me. I’ve been wondering what the purpose was behind a creature that could allegedly consume Afterans and prevent them from ascending. My thought, what if the Jabberwalker was hunting the Cat all along? The Cat is straying from its assigned role and the Ever After responded by sending the Walker after it

Devoid of any other options, WBYJ do have the option of using the same method as Ruby to get to the tree, though that is obviously a huge gamble. Perhaps there was a purpose to what the Herbalist was doing. They needed to have a clear sense of identity in order to make sure that when they ascend the tree won’t change them in an undesirable way. That at least works for WBY, since they’ve already been prepped for it, but how would Jaune fare?

What becomes of Ruby is the big question. She doesn’t want to be Ruby Rose anymore, but and I’ve said this before, I don’t think there is really anything wrong with her. It’s just a matter of the way she chooses to think. She’s had the deaths of others weighing on her and it’s not like any of them are around to convince her that their deaths weren’t her fault. It was enough of a miracle that one of her dead friends came back the first time but Ruby never talked about what happened that night when she was too slow to stop what happened with Penny.

That said, Little isn’t like the others Ruby lost. They are an Afteran and when they break, they ascend. Exactly what is happening with Ruby right now. And Little still has a purpose to fulfil, to help Ruby Rose find her way home.

If this show is heading in the direction I think it will, if Ruby’s character arc goes where I expect, then when she gets back, the first order of business will be to save Neo. After all, that’s what a Huntress is, the first priority is always to protect and save lives.

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby9 spoilers

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fanfic-chan · 2 years

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Day 2: Drawn On

Ler!Kageyama/Lee!Hinata

"Oi! Will you hold still already boke?! You're gonna make me mess up!"

Kageyama snapped, scowling as the little redhead, for the fifth time in just the span if a few minutes, once again twitched away from him with a giggle, almost causing him to completely ruin the jagged cat whisker he was currently attempting to paint on his face.

"I'm sohohorry! It's just- It tihihihickles!!" Hinata whined in response, trying his absolute hardest to stay totally still so Kageyama could continue painting his face, but not really doing a very good job of it.

"Yeah well, you're the one who asked me to do this, so if you don't want your face looking like it was painted by a toddler, I suggest you stop squirming around so much." Kageyama said, eyes narrowing as he took hold of his friend's chin so he could finally finish the little details around the eyes like the instruction guide told him to do without accidentally poking his eye out.

Boy would Suga be mad if that happened...

He honestly wasn't even sure why he'd agreed to do this in the first place, or why Hinata had come to him of all people. He knew next to nothing about facepaint, and Halloween hadn't really been something he'd celebrated much after his grandfather passed and Miwa moved away. Without anyone to go with, it had always seemed kinda pointless.

So he was more than a little surprised when he'd agreed to help Hinata out with his costume. Apparently, he was planning on taking Natsu out that night to go trick or treating, and he wanted to surprise her by coming home from school dressed as a cat, much similar to the kitty costume she had picked out for herself apparently.

In any case, he had pretty much committed himself to the task now, so he might as well do a decent job of it... If only he could get the little shrimp to sit still dang it!

"...Alright that's it! Hinata, I swear if you move again, I'm gonna tickle you for real after we're done, so you better not move another muscle until I say so, got it?!" He warned when Hinata's squirming picked up again.

"B-Buhuhut Kageyamaaaa-"

"No buts! Now sit still! I'm almost done."

True to his word, it didn't take Kageyama long at all to finish, and his warning seemed to do the trick for the most part, as Hinata didn't move again aside from the occasional twitch or tremble.

"There, done... You can breathe now idiot." He said, poking the redhead in the stomach to make him exhale when he noticed how he was holding his breath. Hinata let out an indignant squeak at this, but otherwise didn't complain as he picked up the little hand-held mirror to examine his friend's handiwork with.

"Wah not bad Kageyama! I kinda expected it to suck!" Hinata blurted in surprise, looking up at the other boy with a beaming grin.

"Yeah yeah whatever, it wasn't that big of a- Wait.. What did you mean by that you little pipsqueak?!" Kageyama growled out as his mind finally seemed to catch up with the, albeit unintentionally, backhanded compliment. Hinata seemed to pick up on his own poor wording as well in that same moment, and in an instant he was up and running, with Kageyama hot on his heels.

Eventually, after Kageyama had finally caught up and exacted his tickly revenge on him, Hinata ended up inviting him along to go trick or treating with him and Natsu, and though he was loathe to admit it, after that night, Kageyama was beginning to think that maybe Halloween wasn't so silly after all...

#tickletober 2022 #sfw #sfw tickling #haikyuu tickling #ler!kageyama #lee!hinata

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 years

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Court of Darkness: The Spray Bottle

Random CoD inspired list based off my cats. Currently, I am trying to train them to not jump on counters by spraying them with a water bottle to try and stop bad habits. That made me think…if the MC were to do the same thing with the CoD consorts, what bad/annoying behavior would the MC spray them for and what would the reactions be?

Guy:

*Sprays Guy in the face*

Guy: Tsk. What was THAT for?

MC: You need to tell me what you’re feeling!

Guy: *Glares* I did!

MC: Grunts don’t count.

Guy: *Scowls*

MC: Scowls don’t count either. Words! Actual words! *Sprays with bottle again*

Jasper:

MC: Stop smirking so smugly! You don’t know everything you arrogant man! *Sprays bottle at Jasper* Sigh. Now you look even more smug, damn it.

Toa:

MC: OK, please know I hate doing this, because I know there are lots of expectations for you by everyone in your life, but…

*Sprays bottle at Toa*

MC: Stop being so strict when teaching me! It’s super nerve-wracking!

*Toa stares, shocked at MC*

MC: I’m sorry, that was harsh.

Toa: Compared to how my family and tutors raised me, it wasn’t.

MC: *Heart shatters* Oh God, now I’m really sorry. *Digs in pocket and shoves something in Toa’s mouth* Here, eat this caramel!

Toa: OOMPH!

Knight:

MC: *Sprays Knight with bottle* Stop belittling yourself! You’re such a loyal, true friend, worthy of praise and love!

Knight: Oy. Belittle. Did you have to use that word?

MC: Um, oops, sorry! *Sprays water on herself* Forgive me?

Knight: Well…*Grumbles* I suppose. Wanna go see kitties at the pier?

MC: Yay! Yes please! *Holds Knight’s hand as they walk together. Knight grumbles to himself but is secretly pleased*

Fenn:

MC: Fenn, remember the conversations we’ve had about personal space? About not invading it if I don’t want you to?

Fenn: Of course Treasure!

MC: You’re sitting in my lap.

Fenn: So I am! *Nods emphatically and purrs*

MC: *Sprays bottle directly in face*

Fenn: Oooooooh. Do it again!

Lynt and Tino:

MC: OK Lynt, I have class. You need to get up and get your head out of my lap.

*Lynt continues to sleep*

MC: Tino, can you give me a hand here?

Tino: Oh my MC! It looks like Prince Lynt still needs his sleep! Oh stars, Prince Lynt please wake up!

*Lynt continues to sleep*

Tino: I’m so sorry! You might miss class!

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Lynt* Wake up! You can’t sleep through EVERYTHING!

Lynt: Hmmmm? So sleepy.

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Tino* And stop enabling him! He’s a grown man for goodness sakes!

Roy:

*Takes a gigantic garden hose and drenches water all over Roy*

MC: Stop acting like a B-rated Avari tool! The real you is sweet, passionate, and SO *increases water pressure* MUCH *increases water pressure to max* BETTER than prince perfect you strawberry-pink lemonade haired idiot! Be yourself!

*Roy stands, eyes wide open, water dripping off his clothes*

MC: Also, sometimes you need to express what you’re actually feeling/thinking, you know, like I just did? You kinda suck at doing that unless forced.

MC: Ummm, need a towel to dry off? *Roy continues to stare. Clothes cling to his skin* Actually, never mind. You look perfect as is. *My god he’s gorgeous* Stay wet please. Bye! *MC runs away*

Grayson:

MC: Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: Don’t thank me. I did nothing of consequence.

MC: *Sprays Grayson between the eyes* Stop putting yourself down! You are brave, and one of the most considerate and genuine people I know, magic or no magic. *Aims bottle at Grayson* I will keep this up until you actually believe it yourself, good sir.

Grayson: I am not worth the trouble.

MC: *Sprays bottle again* What did I tell you Grayson? I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I’m going to ask Sherry to join me in my spray bottle efforts.

Grayson: Please don’t.

MC: OK. We’re going to try this again. *Breathes deeply and aim bottle directly at Grayson* Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: *Says nothing for a few seconds, then sighs* You’re welcome.

Rio:

Rio is the walking embodiment of a loyal, energetic puppy. Such a good boy! It’s hard to imagine him being legitimately bad or having bad habits. However…

Rio: *Eating three meals worth of food in the mess hall*

MC: Hey Rio. RIIIIIIOOOOO. Hellllloooooo. *waves hand in front of his face. Rio remains oblivious*

MC: Sigh. *Sprays water on side of Rio’s face* RIO!

Rio: Oh. Hey Sunbeam! *Licks water from his face* Thanks, I was pretty thirsty! But next time, could ya give it to me in a glass?

MC: Rio, that wasn’t why I—

Rio: *Looks at MC with puppy eyes*

MC: Um, never mind.

Lance:

MC: Hey Lance. How’re you doing?

Lance: *Says nothing, stares at MC*

MC: Lance. Laaaaaaannnnnccceeee.

Lance: *Still says nothing*

MC: *Sprays him directly in the eyes*

Lance: Oi there! Why’d you do that?

MC: You are one of the kindest people I know. But you’re soooo awkward and broody. I mean, you talk more to animals than to people.

Lance: Well, at least animals don’t spray water in my face!

Bonus - Sherry!

Sherry: MC! I’ve heard you’ve been spraying everyone with water! What about me? Spray me!

MC: Aw, but I have no reason to! You’re the perfect friend!

Sherry: *Gives MC biggest hug. Then sprays MC in the face* Got you, hehe!

MC: I’m SO going to get you! *Runs outside chasing Sherry with spray bottle*

CODA:

Sherry and MC are running outside, ducking behind benches and bushes, trying to spray one another with water. Suddenly, they hear a low chuckle.

“Ah, so you are here. And Sherry. Very good.” Suddenly, a spray of water hits MC, drenching her.

“You said I shouldn’t be a tool. But, you said nothing about using a tool.” Roy chuckles as he holds a garden hose. His clothes are still dripping wet.

“Hey! Sherry, come help me!”

“Looks like it’s time for me to go MC! Have fun you two!” Sherry leaves, and winks at her brother, laughing.

Roy walks to the MC, a twinkle in his eye. “So, you also told me I should be more open with how I feel.” He puts an arm around her her shoulder. “Let’s go back to my chambers. If you will allow it, I’ll be quite transparent there.”

“I’d…like that.” She holds his hand. He looks down at her, a smile on his face. He wraps her in a hug.

“Thank you Heartspell. For being honest with me. For showing me how to be honest as well.”

If there are other consorts y’all want a CODA for (i.e., your fav consort), make a request in the notes section and I’ll do my best to add it!

#court of darkness #all things otome #love 365 #headcanon #spray bottle #guy avari #toa qelsum #roy invidia #fenn luxure #rio voleri

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cold-heart-warm-writings · 1 year

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I Just Finished Reading Pride and Prejudice for the First Time and the Numbers Just So Happen to be 7 and 7, So I’m Assigning Each Host Member As a Member of the Bennet Family

Mrs. Bennet: Tamaki - Ya’ll this woman is wild and is known for her silliness and rollercoaster of emotions and behavior. She is quite silly and even though the family all lowkey makes fun of her, they bend a LOT to her every whim and to appease her. So Tamaki… you are deemed the matron of the family. If you need more explanation, you can @me with this one.

Mr. Bennet: Kyoya - The man canNOT be bothered by the silliness of his wife, but still vaguely supports her and looks after her. And that’s how Kyoya is for Tamaki. He looks after him, and even when Tamaki gets on his nerves, they still look after each other. I know the whole “mommy and daddy” thing is reversed here (as Tamaki claims HE’S the daddy… ha), but Kyoya is NOT Mrs. Bennet.

Jane: HONEY - OKAY LOOK HEAR ME OUT!!! When you see who I have as Lizzie, it’ll make sense. ALSO PLEASE DON’T @ ME FOR ANOTHER MANGA REFERENCE, THE ANIME NEEDS MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR MORE CHARACTERS OKAY AND HONEY WAS JIPPED IN THAT DEPARTMENT! Anyways, in the anime and the manga, Honey is seen as cute and lovely, well liked by everyone, and he generally gives most people the benefit of the doubt and also likes most people (similar to Jane). He hides his own true feelings very closely though. SPOILERS - when he meets the girl he ends up with, he toys around with her a bit, and she almost gives up. LIKE JANE AND BINGLEY! Not really that Jane toys around with Bingely, just that he thinks she is impartial to him because she keeps her own true feelings and heart so well guarded.

Elizabeth: HARUHI - Am I pairing the two main heroines up, absolutely, but they FIT! They are both headstrong, forward thinkers, very practical, do not put up with assholes, HAVE BOTH BEEN HARASSED BY OLD WOMEN WHO THINK THEY KNOW BEST FOR THEIR GRANDSON/NEPHEW, are caretakers for their family, etc. Also, like how Lizzie and Jane are close, Haruhi and Honey seem to have a special understanding and they look out for each other. Haruhi sometimes confides in Honey what she can’t to the others. Also, even though she and Kyoya are not as close as Lizzie and her father, Haruhi and her actual father ARE very close, and Kyoya does have a special fondness for Haruhi, and he does look after her in his own way. It *works*.

Mary: Mori lmao - look, this girl is silent, prone to embarrassing herself and making philosophical proclamations - sometimes embarrassing herself BECAUSE of those proclamations (lmao think Mori in that Chika’s Down with Honey declaration or whatever the ep is called where Mori is sooo sure that Honey will throw the match… and then he doesnt XD), and she’s very, very smart just kind of… awkward. And ya’ll, I know we love our silent king Mori, but I bet he’s silent because whenever he opens his mouth, he’s awkward as fuck. I adore him, and I adore Mary. They’re just a couple of weirdos judging you from the corner.

Lydia: Hikaru - It just so happens that Lydia and Kitty are close in age and likeness, like Hikaru and Kaoru being twins. But beyond that, Lydia is the more wild. She’s more taken by passion and outbursts, like Hikaru is with wanting all of Haruhi’s affections and not liking to share. They can both be charming, crave attention and to be seen apart from their siblings, and are major flirts. This all being said, Hikaru does go on through the trials and tribulations of ~character development~, while Lydia stays wild, but I think they both could share some crazy stories.

Kitty: Kaoru - Kitty, as described at the end of the book (spoilers if you haven’t read Pride and Prejudice… it’s old though so…), she stays a lot with her older sisters and is able to become a bit more tamed. Like in the manga (yes, once again, please read it so we can all chat :( ), Kaoru spends some time away from Hikaru so that they can grow separately. Even in the Halloween episode, Haruhi states that Kaoru is kinder and a bit more gentle on his own versus Hikaru who only gets worse. Like with Kitty on her own, she is able to be guided to being more “sensible” ~ thus ~ Kaoru.

#THOUGHTS ANYONE?!?! ya'll I had so much fun with this #I finished the last four hours today during my 8 hour drive and I drove faster so I could make it home and write this all out I was so excit #excited #ohshc #ohshc headcanons #ouran #ouran high school host club #tamaki suoh #kyoya #kyoya ootori #mitskuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #haruhi fujioka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #pride and prejudice

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zootplayz · 3 months

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The Trouble With Gnomes

When we left it was Gnome Fest. Wait I mean Harvest Fest. At the time my game was broked and I couldn't actually cook a grand meal so it was technically Gnome Fest for me. Eventually, I did fix the game by finding the non-updated mod and returned Harvest Fest back to normal. But due to the Pancakes disaster with the gnomes I did actually create a Gnome Fest holiday. Therefore, BEHOLD, the origins of the gnomey holiday!

We are now the Gnomes! Since the girls eliminated the gnome opposition they decided to cart the look of the gnomes to prove their dominance.

Everyone at the family get-together knew who the true gnomes of the day were and respected the girls' new position.

However, there were others not so impressed by the girls' new self-confidence.

Graham, my second-generation Fox heir and founder of the Super Sim challenge clan had to show the Pancakes exactly who was in charge in this world. Of course he went after the main perpetrator, Theresa.

I can't even be mad. Graham's got to be at least 200 years old and this is the first time he's attacked one of my other legacies.

He has every right to look as proud of himself as he does. He is the dominant sim in this world. Though I wonder if he wasn't bought off by the gnomes themselves. Bridget got off relatively easy after the gnome night (after all she was just an innocent bystander - dancing in the carnage doesn't mean anything!) So she was further able to pursue her romantic life.

Darling must have awakened something in her because, in a relatively short time, she wanted to make things with Darling official.

Considering how long she was with that other girl and nothing rolled it must be fate. Of course, I immediately moved Darling into the home so she could start aging and they immediately got extra frisky.

All the townie families in my game have a pet because I needed more pets to work on at the Fox clinic. In Darling's case she had an adorable kitty named Kira.

Who I naturally totally love as I do Darling's new makeover.

With Darling joining the house some major things happened. I could no longer stand the sight of that eyesore of a house I built and got the girls a much better home off the gallery. So if you're looking at the backgrounds of these pics and thinking I don't recognize this place, that's why. Now that I think about it, I was initially going to give this house back to a Disney Princess but considering these sims are the only ones to officially live here I think I'll let their family stay here. It'll make more sense for when I get to Tiana claiming her family hasn't accomplished anything. - ramble over Anyway since Bridget has herself an official significant other now it's time to officially cut Andrea loose.

Listen chica this relationship wasn't going anywhere, Bridge just wasn't feeling it. Go enjoy story progression.

Yeesh, someone does not take rejection well. Good thing you got out of that relationship Bridge. Don't let her insanity get to you.

You have the amazing Darling who has some big news for you now that you're officially all theirs.

Seriously, they rolled to marry Bridget almost immediately after Bridget cooled things off with Andrea.

I do love these two together so much. My favorite couple in my legacies at the moment. I find the unflirty sims are the most romantic and devoted once they find the right person.

So when I got control of Darling and saw that chief of mischief aspiration I had to change it. It just did not fit her personality, I felt, so I chose nerd brain. It just screamed Darling to me.

Though the handiness skill definitely needs some serious work.

That's gotta hurt. Darling is an absolute coffee fiend. If there's none in the pot you better be sure they're brewing some up.

However, a contributing factor could be the silly girlfriend's love of snow.

He's missing something... I know! Pancakes! And her insistence everyone else enjoy it as much as her.

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#bobpancakes #bridget #gen01 #gen1 #legacy #pancakes #sims4 #sims4legacy #thesims #thesims4

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unschoolhome · 10 months

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Dear Z

Our whole relationship has been a study in imperfection.

I wanted you. With every fiber of my being, I wanted you; I knew you were there; I had to get to you. The determination with which I pursued your conception was surely inherited by you; you show us daily.

Yours was a quiet pregnancy, very little morning sickness. I dealt with acute anxiety. I thought everyday I would lose you. I was grieving the child I had lost. I was afraid to celebrate, to share your existence. In the car, my tongue felt stoppered. I didn’t talk to you, I sometimes forgot you were there while I cared for your brothers. You were stoic, quiet. I thought often, this child is strong.

No one took pictures of me. I took a few of myself.

When you were born, I promised to show you all the beautiful things, that the dark part was over now and the joy would begin. You came forward in a rush of fluid and tears and time racing up to the present moment.

While I was a recovering mess, you slept. You ate like a fierce champion. Nursing never lasted longer than 20 minutes. You grew. I cried and wore you close to my heart, kissed your face and tried to learn your face. You liked for me to palm your face but hated to hold hands (that remains true).

When it was us together, it was lovely. Quiet and nice. We learned to sign together, our own little language, our own world. I took you to Pilates. We had long chats at lunchtime. Our communication was constant. I was lonely and bored sometimes. It was hard juggling three kids in the evenings and mornings, when I couldn’t quite get the two rhythms to match up together. I was content and joyful and in awe of you most times. We took a dance class together. At 19 months, you were the most advanced child, even among older kids. You started gymnastics and didn’t want to go upside down, but you followed directions and did the skills better than all the other kids, again even the ones older than you.

You asked me things like “Let's play a kitty cat game.”

There was this time at the bank. We had to wait a long time. You had leaked through your diaper and I had no spare clothes, so we stopped at Ross and picked up a new outfit. So we had this long wait, but we had just gone shopping and were both happy to be out of the car and together and we just cuddled and played in the waiting area. This woman sat near us. I was grateful for adult company; I was so friendly then, Z. Anyone who made eye contact could be a pleasant person to pass a little time with. She herself was a mother of seven, all grown now. We chatted and she watched us and she said, “That is a very loved little baby.” Oh yes. Very loved.

I tried to start a play group for you many times. It never worked. We were in the car for 2 hours or more everyday, driving your brothers to school. We loved going to the zoo in the mornings, each pushing our strollers, but to get there took more time than we spent there. You went to all your brothers’ baseball practices, eating dinner on the bleachers, wearing your cap and learning to bat. You were very happy; I felt like it wasn’t enough. I wanted less car time and more friend time for us both.

I loved your voice. Your hands, telling me things. Your smile. The clothes you picked out. Your independence and your strength. I was so proud of you, my daughter.

When the pandemic hit, I was already low. I didn’t have a social support network, I didn’t have a handle on this parent-of-three thing, and I didn’t have my body in the way that I needed it - I was not yet two years postpartum and had not been able to dance or go back to Pilates consistently or even leave the house for more than a few minutes by myself.

We thought it would be for two weeks. I stayed up late into the night, making Montessori 3-part cards by hand. We had no computer, no printer. I was suddenly responsible for X and Y’s education, we were cut off from everyone, and dad was in full panic.

I set you to the side.

It was impossible to balance everything I wanted to balance. I could not parent or teach or move or breathe the way I wanted to. I was surviving, Z. I didn’t know how to do any of it. I was trying to hold up all these things, and gain the knowledge and skills I needed to move forward, while I was in such pain.

Every time I sat down, you sat in my lap. Your place. When I think of the number of times I gently removed you (to cook, clean, help Daddy, escape my own panic, focus on X and Y), it breaks my heart.

It will always break my heart.

You started hitting. And crying. You were confused. I couldn’t help you regulate the way you needed. (I couldn’t help myself.) I am a task-oriented griever; I had to keep moving; stillness was intolerable; you wanted me to be your furniture. I had to feed people and clean everything and assimilate into a new life.

I’m sorry, Z. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you were kicked out of my lap by a pandemic. I’m sorry I didn’t handle it better. If I knew then what I know now, I would make different choices.

But I did the best I could at the time. Please believe me that I did my best.

You were up at 6am sometimes and we went for a bike ride as the sun came up, when everyone else was sleeping. You learned to read. You got interested in things and we explored them. We read books and progressed in ASL and did math. Your relationships with your brothers and dad changed and grew. You celebrated birthdays and went to stuffed animal parties and did online music classes.

We started going to parks and the beach. You loved it. We tried Tinkergarten and I was nervous about covid the whole time but you made your first friend. After years of chasing after your brothers, someone chased after you and said, “Want to play?” I will never forget that moment, Z.

You told me (at all of 4 years and 1 month old) that you were ready for kindergarten. We played kindergarten all summer. I was Mrs Bear and you were a bear and we brought teddy bears to school and learned about bears and did the calendar and circle time and all the kindergarten things. After 3 months, you were done with that. You tagged along to playgroup and hated it; you hadn’t clicked with anyone and being around so many new people was exhausting.

Tinkergarten had gotten boring; you started a new sports class and loved it. Sports are your thing. In the summer, you made your second and third friends in our playgroup. You are still friends a year later; they are your best friends.

You are a really good friend.

You are five now. You play with lots of friends in playgroup and sports class, all different ages. I see you working out the rules of the older kids’ games and struggling to fit in at times. It’s not always easy being the little sister. I see you nurturing younger ones and guiding anyone who needs help. You are fierce and tough and strong, and I wonder if you are because you have to be or if nothing could have kept you from becoming this person that you are. You love sports and animals, detective mysteries and problem-solving, reading and bike riding, pretend play and anything that Daddy is up to. You love being in charge and helping others. You hate to be controlled or left out. You talk a lot.

You’re not easy. I don’t want you to be. I love you exactly as you are.

I’m still healing, Z. I’m still finding my balance. I’m trying to tell myself that I don’t need to be perfect to be there for you, but it is hard to believe that. I want to do my best for you.

Here are some ways I can do my best:

1. Go to bed at 10, 10:30 so I can wake up before you. I can have my time and then be ready to play when you get up.

2. Hold boundaries with you. My inconsistency leads to a lot of unnecessary struggles between us.

3. Be ready to play with you at the end of Quiet Rest Time. Like #1, this is about me resting when I am supposed to so I can be present for you.

4. Rest, dance, write, think, etc when I am supposed to so that I can be present for you.

5. Throw out the “shoulds” and “supposed tos” - you never fit them anyway. If I’m present with you, I will know the next right thing.

6. Prioritize you. Let our conflicts improve me - what do I need? How and when do I get it?

7. Let go of the idea that you are or ever were perfect. You’re just you, and circumstances will not change that. You can’t be ruined because you were never perfect.

8. Let go of past mistakes. I did do my best, and I could have done a lot worse. If I’m present, I can heal past mistakes.

9. Release a perfection requirement for myself. My behavior and choices will not eliminate all suffering. Not possible. I am a real person with real needs that are unique and undeniable. The better I see those needs, the better I enjoy my life and relationships.

10. Start again each day. Each hour. It is a privilege to have this time. Do not squander it with regrets or expectations. Be here now for the unfolding of this mystery. Follow the tao instead of attempting to control and judge everything.

It’s not too late.

I’m not perfect, Z. But I love you. And I love myself. I’m seeing that those two things are inextricably linked. When I do the work for myself, I do it for both of us. I want to know you and love you for our whole lives. The struggle and the softness.

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miracutrashcan · 1 year

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Blood Tainted Chapter 1

When Gabriel stumbles upon a hidden section about the Butterfly Miraculous within the Miraculous Grimoire, he learns of a way to infuse his Akuma with the powers what he believes to be myths and legends. Little does he know that those myths and legends are true, and with such power comes with sacrifice. Those imbued with the power of these magically enhanced Akumas, also suffer from the weaknesses the creatures possess.

With a blatant disregard of the risks that such a power holds, he performs the ritual by sacrificing some of his own blood to feed the Akuma.

His next villain will possess the power of the Vampire, hunger and all.

Little did Gabriel know that not all magic can be fixed with a Miraculous Cure... and that eventually his actions will have serious and permanent consequences. ===================

Ignores the events of S3 finale and beyond except that Master Fu does pass the box onto Ladybug.

AO3 Link || Chapter 1 (HERE) || Chapter 2 (Unwritten) || Chapter 3 (Unwritten)

Despite Halloween not being a major holiday in France, Ladybug noticed a certain trend among the recent villains she and Chat Noir faced off against since the start of October. Inspiration taken from those classic fantasy monsters and things of legend. A werewolf last week, a demon a few days later, and a dragon just a few days ago. A significant deviation from the normal super powered humans that most of Akuma victims fall under. Unfortunately, Ladybug couldn’t tell if this was a blessing or a curse in disguise as she dodged another attack from an innocent civilian. She wasn’t quite sure what prompted today’s Akuma victim to fall prey to Hawk Moth’s corrupted butterflies… what she did know is that mass mind control was one of the Akuma’s powers. “Why did it have to be mind control.” Ladybug grumbled as she jumped out of the way of another civilian.

“Purr-hapse it’s because no one wanted to listen to them?” Chat Noir offered, using his baton to sweep the civilians away from them. He hated fighting against villains who could use mind control, knowing that most times he would fall prey to their powers. He had absolute faith in Ladybug to break him free of the villain’s control or if she was unable to then the Miraculous Cure would fix him right up. Unfortunately, there is no aid for the disgusting feeling that came after being mind controlled. The feeling of being invaded, a loss of control, the guilt of being turned against those who you swore to protect. Chat Noir shook his head, he needed to stay extra focused. He had to pay extra attention to Ladybug, to ensure that she never fell under the Akuma’s influence. If she were to go down… he didn’t want to think about the consequences. “I want to know where he found so many victims at this hour! I thought people were supposed to be eating dinner right now. Like we should be.” He mumbled the last part, knowing that their dinner was currently growing cold back at their shared apartment. “Eight years of this and Hawk Ass still doesn’t respect dinner time.”

“Relax kitty cat, we can stop by our spot after this. I’m sure that Darel will make a feast for us in exchange for a couple of stories. To answer your other question, the Akuma probably started building their army at the grocery store. There are always people there.” Ladybug spun her yo-yo around to create a shield as she glanced around the battlefield. Things were looking bad as more and more civilians appear with each passing moment. It was becoming painfully clear how the Akuma tried to defeat them… swarm them with civilians. “Any clue on how the Akuma gets them under their influence?” She jumped away from another attack, just to find herself stumble into Chat Noir’s back. Ladybug swung her head around looking for any spot to give them any sort of leverage. “Kwamis. We need a plan. There are too many of them and we can’t hurt them.” This was yet another reason why she hated Akumas with mind control. Civilians get dragged into the fight with no magical protection and she knew that she had to hold her strength back to avoid hurting them. Making an already difficult fight that much harder.

“No idea bugaboo. The only idea I have right now is to throw our paws into the air and see where that takes us.” Chat Noir glanced at the feathered wings on his back and the insect wings on her’s. This was one of those rare times where they needed to retreat and get their bearings. The situation was growing worse by the second and they had no idea where the Akumatized villain was, let alone where the Akuma was hiding.

“Got it.” Ladybug nodded her head as she tensed up her shoulder muscles ready to fly away on her partner’s signal. They only had one shot of getting a clean getaway, the surprise of their wings being functional only worked once a fight after all. While she knew that her yo-yo is technically a faster escape on a moment’s notice, it was also vulnerable to getting intercepted by the enemy.

“Leaving so soon? What a shame, especially after my thralls worked so hard to make you feel welcomed.” A new voice spoke up drawing the attention of the two surrounded heroes. The mind-controlled civilians moved to create a pathway for the Akuma to walk towards the two heroes. He was dressed in a black suit, with a blood red trench coat. His fingernails were painted black and sharpened to a point. His canine teeth and ears sharpened to a point, though the most striking change was his eyes. They were pure red, a stark contrast to the otherwise pale face. A smirk was on his face looking at the two heroes. “My name is Vladheart. Now, would you be so kind to come over here and hand over your Miraculous? I’m quite famished and you two smell… delightful.”

“Using defenseless civilians to tire us out is a low-“ Ladybug snapped back, locking eyes with Vladheart. The moment she did, she felt like someone was reaching out to her mind, searching for a way in. Her skin crawled at the feeling and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. With no experience protecting herself against mental attacks, Ladybug had little defense against Vladheart’s powers. She found it harder to concentrate on things that weren’t Vladheart. Her raging thoughts were starting to slow down as the world started to disappear around her. A haze formed over her mind as the only feelings she had was this overwhelming need to serve Vladheart. Sometime during this, she stopped spinning her yo-yo as the weapon fell to the ground with a quiet thunk. Her eyes glazed over as she stood there awaiting her master’s next order.

“Come over here Ladybug.” Vladheart beckoned her to his side with two fingers, the smirk on his face never wavering. He could feel his powers reaching out to her mind and cementing his control over the spotted heroine. Once he had her Miraculous in hand, getting Chat Noir’s ring should be trivial. After all, everyone knew that Chat Noir would do anything to protect his partner. Which meant that he should be completely defenseless against her attacking him… especially if she was in civilian form. “Hawk Moth wants your Miraculous and I want a snack.”

“Yes Master Vladheart.” Ladybug replied in a monotone voice letting go of her yo-yo string and taking a step towards Vladheart.

“Ladybug??” Chat Noir cried out in surprise as he felt her leave his side, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. He knew that he needed to snap Ladybug out of whatever spell Vladheart had her under. He knew that he couldn’t cast the Miraculous Cure to dispel the magic controlling everyone’s minds, only she could. His eyes narrowed, getting his partner back to her senses was of utmost importance. Though he was already thinking of a backup plan if he couldn’t snap her out of it. Scarabella was one Voyage away, and while he would hate to ruin her vacation, the future of Paris was at stake. A small chuckle escaped his lips at the pun.

Shaking his head, he knew that this was not the time to get distracted. He knew from personal experience that the longer he was under an Akuma’s spell, the harder it was for him to break free. Using a combination of his baton and wings to push away the latest round of civilians trying to pin him down. He spun around and ran after Ladybug, as soon as she was within reach he tightly grabbed onto her shoulder, stopping her from walking any closer to Vladheart. He had to use more force than he usually did to keep her from moving, to the point he knew his claws were digging into her shoulder. He felt bad being so aggressive with Ladybug, but this was no time for games, he had to use any trick he remembered to snap her out of this. Placing the baton back on his back, he used his other hand to force Ladybug to turn around and face him. “Come on LB, you are stronger than him. Snap out of this.” He told her, digging his claws ever so deeper into her shoulders. “I’m sorry if this is hurting you, but I need you to wake up.” His eyes focused on her glazed over ones, mainly to avoid falling under the same spell controlling his partner.

“You are delaying the inevitable Chat Noir. She’s my thrall now, isn’t that right Ladybug? Come over here and give me your Miraculous.” Vladheart licked his lips in anticipation, his fangs fully extended and on display for both heroes to see. “When Hawk Moth offered me the power to show people Vampires are real, I wasn’t expecting to get the full package. Bloodlust is a worthwhile trade if it means I get to show those who mocked me the truth.”

Ladybug knew that she needed to obey her master’s orders without a second thought. Though a firm grip on her shoulder was making it difficult to carry out her master’s latest order. A building pain in her shoulders kept on distracting her from her task to hand over her Miraculous to her Master. Her instincts were yelling at her to get away from the source of pain. Eyes narrowed in irritation as she looked to who was not only stopping her from going to Vladheart’s side but also causing her so much pain. Seeing those neon green eyes lifted a bit of the fog from her mind. She could partially understand what this cute blond-haired cat man was saying. ‘Snap out of this’. The pain grew in her shoulders as it was becoming harder to focus on her master’s command and not on the source of this pain. ‘Wake up.’ The boy said again, his words a welcome distraction from the pain. She blinked a few times trying to understand the meaning behind what he was saying. What the cat boy was saying, the words Chat Noir coming to the forefront of her mind.

Chat Noir was that his name? A wave of pain shot through her head.

Chat Noir, no that definitely is his name. The fog clouding her mind continued to fade away.

Chat Noir, her partner! A stronger wave of pain shot through her head, though she would not falter.

Focusing on his face, Ladybug fought back the last slivers of fog covering her mind as she started to come back to her senses. She shook her head out of reflex, she could already feel a massive migraine forming. “Kitty?” Confusion was evident in her voice as she gently held the side of her head. “What happened?”

“That should be impossible! She should be mine! No one could call me a delusional if I had Paris’ shining heroine under my complete control!” Vladheart screeched in anger. “Bring them both to me my thralls! I will personally ensure to make them both mine!” The horde of mind-controlled civilians doubled their efforts to restrain the heroic duo. “I. Will. Prove. Them. All. Wrong!”

“Good to see you back.” A snicker came from Chat Noir’s lips as he snatched up her yo-yo from the ground. Using his wings he pushed a few civilians away from them and placed Ladybug’s yo-yo into her hands, before picking her up bridal style. “The only person I’m loyal to is milady right here.” He shot a wink at Ladybug, knowing making eye contact with Vladheard was dangerous. He bent his knees before jumping into the air using his wings to fly them away from the Akuma and his thrall below. His focus was to get them to safety and make sure Ladybug was alright.

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He could only keep them airborne for a few minutes and he could feel himself grow tired, he glanced around for a secluded rooftop to land on. Once he found one he slowly lowered them to the rooftop and gently helped Ladybug stand up. “How are you feeling Buginette?” He tucked his wings behind his back to give her more space if she wanted it.

“Ugh. I don’t know how to describe how I’m feeling.” Ladybug mumbled; her fingers wrapped tightly around her yo-yo not looking at him yet. “I feel dirty, like I need ten showers and even then, I’m not sure if I’ll feel clean.” She continued, deciding to focus on the distant skyline rather than her partner’s face. This was one of the first times she’s fallen under an Akuma’s control, so the entire experience was new to her. Well… minus the aching shoulder, which she wasn’t sure where that came from. She didn’t remember landing badly tonight, maybe it happened while she was under Vladheart’s control. “Oh, and my shoulders aching.”

Chat Noir placed his hands on Ladybug’s shoulders and gently squeezed them in an attempt to comfort Ladybug. “I know what you mean, you feel violated. Dirty that someone was able to get inside your head and make you do things you didn’t want to.” He spoke with experience, his gaze focused solely on her; he knows exactly what she is describing. The moments after waking up from whatever twisted world the Akuma villain put him in. Reality comes crashing in with fear and guilt right behind. His mind conjuring the worse possible outcomes to fill the blank in his memories, Ladybug’s reassurance after the fight helped quite his worst fears. “It will pass with time. The only good news is you didn’t get very far, and I haven’t seen anyone recording the fight.” He knew that Ladybug was Paris’ shining star, and if people learned that she fell under the Akuma’s spell… well, he didn’t want to think about how much faith Paris would lose in her. He was already known to be the one prone to getting enslaved by Akumas, so he didn’t care if the news got another clip of him being controlled. He would do anything to make sure Ladybug stayed safe, he had full faith that she would save him after all. “Ah, the shoulders were my doing…. Sorry. I thought that pain might help you wake up from whatever he did to you. Anything else?”

“Confused mainly… I remember telling him off for using such cowardly tactics and then nothing.” Hearing that Chat Noir was the source of her aching shoulders, Ladybug’s lips formed a little o. “Don’t apologize, the pain did help snap me out of it.” Ladybug reassured him, looking up to her partner in concern in her eyes and a reassuring smile on her lips. She knew that getting injured during Akuma fights was part of the superhero package. She raised an eyebrow when he mentioned that she didn’t get very far. “What did I do?” Unease filled her body as she gripped her yo-yo tighter, at least she still had her Miraculous which brought some comfort.

Chat Noir glanced back to where they came from, it seemed like no one was following them. “Not much, you tried to walk over to Vladheart’s side and hand over your Miraculous. Though I stopped you before got too close to him.” He explained, seeing a rooftop entrance they could hide behind and rest. He gestured to her to follow him as he walked to the backside of the entrance and sat down, hidden from the view of others. Ladybug followed right behind him, taking a seat next to him. “You did call Vladheart master though. Seems like we have a vampire situation.”

“Vampires? Great… at least they fit in with the theme of most of the other Akumas we’ve fought this month.” Ladybug groaned, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “Can we go back to fighting Akumas like Mr. Pigeon again? I know how to deal with those kinds of Akuma without having to do outside research.”

“While I purr-sonally wouldn’t mind going back to the easier fights, un-fur-tonately we need to defeat Sir Bites-a-lot first. The last thing we need is for the entirety of Paris to have a snack paw-blom and the blood bank goes empty. It would be claw-ful if we risked our necks like usual just to find everyone wants to take a bite out of them instead.” Chat Noir smiled at her; he could see the tension in her frame hopefully his jokes could get her to loosen up a bit. He scooted closer to her and extended one of his wings, wrapping the golden and red feathers around her shoulder blade. This was one of the times he wished his wings were larger so he could wrap her up in the soft feathers.

A quiet groan came from Ladybug’s lips as she listened to his consistent stream of puns. His puns were so bad, but she couldn’t keep the small smile from coming onto her lips. “Put a stake in it. The vampire puns were sooo bad kitty.” She knew that despite verbally denying her appreciation of his puns. Listening to him joke around and throw puns helped her calm down and keep a level head during tense moments. Feeling his feathers brush against her suit didn’t hurt either.

Hearing Ladybug pun caused Chat Noir to sit up straighter, careful not to hit her with his wing in excitement as his ears and twin tails perking up in response. “Milady you punned!” Pure joy radiated from him as the biggest grin came onto his lips.

Realizing what she did, Ladybug covered her face in embarrassment. “It was an accident!” This was why she never replied to his jokes with puns. She knew that the moment that he learned that she enjoyed his puns that she would hear no end to it. “This doesn’t mean you can double the puns at home kitty!”

Chat Noir’s grin grew in intensity as he watched Ladybug’s reaction, a giggle escaped his lips moments later. “I knew it was only a matter of time be-fur you joined me in the joys of puns!” He gently poked her in the side to try and get her to lower her hands.

The poking worked as Ladybug took her right and playfully swatted the offended claws away from her side. “Chat!” She giggled as she attempted to keep away from his pokes, though her feeble attempts only spurred him to increase the intensity of his attacks. “Chat! Chat! Chat! Stop it!” She now needed both hands to keep his poking fingers away from her vulnerable side. Unfortunately for her, he was faster at poking her side then she was to swat his hands away. Her giggles grew in volume with each successful hit he got in. “Okay, okay, okay! I admit defeat! I did pun now stop it!”

With a smug look on his face relishing his small victory, Chat Noir pulled his hands back. He tilted his head to the side with concern on his face. “Feline better milady?” He knew that the best way to deal with the uncomfortable feelings of being mind-controlled was to spend some time with Ladybug either inside or outside the costume. It was his way to remind himself what normal feels like. It helped him separate his feelings that were the result of the Akuma’s influence and his personal feelings.

Ladybug nodded her head in agreement. She still felt disgusting and in need of several long showers after this fight, though not nearly as intense as when he snapped her out of it. “I am, thanks kitty.” Though that made her wonder, was this the same tactic he used to cope with the feelings of being under an Akuma’s control? She could recall all the times he insisted on a dual ‘patrol’ after those types of attacks before they found out who was behind the masks. Though when they were together for patrols it was less ‘patrolling for danger’ and more ‘playing tag across the rooftops and hanging out like normal teenagers’. “Is this why you always want to do a dual patrol after those types of attacks before the reveal?”

“Yeah… It helped me remember what were my feelings versus what the Akuma made me feel.” Chat Noir explained, looking Ladybug in the eyes a soft smile on his lips. “It meant a lot to me that you were willing to drop whatever civilian plans you had those nights to help me sort out my thoughts.” He placed his hand on the rooftop, recalling the days where it was difficult to contact her if there was no danger.

“We are partners now and forever regardless of the masks and magic. Don’t you ever forget that Chat Noir. Like you told me before, it’s you and me against the world.” Ladybug noticed Chat Noir’s hand on the rooftop, and she placed her own on top of his. Slowly working her fingers to fit in between his. “If you ever need me, I’ll come running at a moment’s notice. Even if I must move heaven and hell to do so.”

Hearing a reminder of how much Ladybug cared for him brought with it a renewed sense of energy. The exhaustion from flying them to this rooftop is now gone. He wrapped his fingers as best as he could around hers. “Always.” Chat Noir nodded his head in agreement, speaking of them against the world… they still had a very dangerous Akuma on the loose. “We need a plan to deal with Vladheart and not fall prey to his mind control. Any ideas?”

There was the million-dollar question, how to take down an Akuma they couldn’t focus on. “It was his eyes, once I looked into them, I was a gonner. Though…” Ladybug trailed off, her eyebrows narrowed in thought. She knew that snapping out of Vladheart’s influence was easier once she recognized Chat Noir was holding onto her. “You made coming back to my senses so much easier. Being able to focus on you, on our bond helped me fight through his control.” She fiddled with the ribbon in her hair, trying to find a way to keep Chat Noir close by her side mid fight.

“So, if we stick close together, we might be able to snap each other out of his control if we mess up and make eye contact?” Chat Noir took his free hand and placed it to his chin in thought. “I could see that working, but the only time we fight back-to-back is whenever we are pinned and on our back feet.” He pointed out a hard frown on his face. “I don’t think that is a good way to start a fight.”

“Right.” Ladybug nodded her head in agreement, he made a good point. Her fighting style was so different from his, so if they needed to stick together one of them would be at a serious disadvantage. She suffered from being too close to the enemy, he suffered from being too far away from the enemy. If only there was a way for them to be close to one another without impacting their ability to fight… She continued to fiddle with her hair ribbons for a few moments trying to find a solution. Her eyes widened as an idea came to the forefront of her mind, this was by far her dumbest plan that didn’t involve a Lucky Charm. However, this was the only plan that she had now. “This might be a stretch and blow up in our faces, but I think I have an idea. Take one of your belts off.” She instructed him, wiggling her hand free of his grasp and using both hands to get the ribbon out of her hair, mindful of his wing still wrapped around her shoulder.

“Alright?” Confusion was evident on Chat Noir’s face as he glanced down to his stomach and started to fiddle with his belt tails. He retracted his wing to give them both more space to fiddle with their costumes. After fighting with Ladybug for eight years, he normally felt like he had a good idea of what Ladybug was planning before she explained it. This time she had him stumped, it was rare but not unheard of that she needed one of his belts as part of her plan. Once he got the first tail off, he placed it on the rooftop and turned his attention to the remaining belt. He fiddled around with the positioning for a few moments before finding a way to have it rest naturally around his waist. “In the mood to see a blast from the past?” He chuckled, picking up the discarded belt and offered it to Ladybug. It felt weird to only have one tail now, but he knew he would get over it in a few minutes. “So, what’s the plan?”

“Well… we’ve worn our current costumes for about a year now kitty. So, everything feels normal, right? Which means we should be more aware of any changes to what we are wearing? Let me see your right hand and spread your fingers apart.” Ladybug explained with a single red and green ribbon in her hand. Chat Noir complied without question offering his right hand to her. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his Miraculous. “I can’t speak for you, but I know I’m hyper aware of anything that’s near my ears and to a lesser degree my neck. So… if we wear something that comes from the other’s suit near our Miraculous it might help us stay grounded.” She explained wrapping the ribbon around his finger, tying it in place with a neat little bow right above where his Miraculous sat.

Chat Noir hummed in thought, until Ladybug mentioned it, he never thought about which hand he gave to others. For his friends and those he trusted, he would give them his right hand but to everyone else he would give them his left hand. “I see where you are coming from. I can’t remember the last time I’ve given a stranger my right hand…” He flexed his fingers to ensure that the ribbon stayed in place. “Alright scoot over here LB, let me know if this is too tight.” Ladybug scooted over to Chat Noir with her back turned to him to give him easier access to her head. Despite the rough looking texture, he knew that the belt had the right level of flexibility. Placing the center of the belt around her forehead he ran it behind her ears and tied it at the bottom of her head. He shut his eyes focusing on the image of bobby pins, his fingers wrapped around the section that he wore around his waist. “Fabrication.” He whispered and felt the material shift in his hand. Opening his eyes, he saw that he had a small pile of bobby pins in his hand and the useless section of tail was gone. He carefully pinned the belt into Ladybug’s hair ensuring that he didn’t accidentally poke her with his claws. “Okay that should stay.”

Ladybug swung her head around to see how well Chat Noir’s handywork stayed in place. Satisfied that the improvised headband was going nowhere she stood up. “I want to try this from a safe distance away from Vladheart, so we have time to retreat if it doesn’t work. I’m just worried about time. The longer we let him build his army, the harder getting his Akuma will be.”

“I think this is one of those times we have to take a blind leap of faith and trust in our bond as partners.” Chat Noir reassured her, pushing himself up into a standing position and offering his hand out to her.

Taking the offered hand, Ladybug pulled herself up, her eyes falling upon her partner’s face for a moment before she nodded in agreement. “Right. Believe in ourselves and believe in each other.” Her gaze shifted to the Parisian skyline knowing that it was time to take down the vampire once and for all. “Know anything about vampires that might help us out?”

Chat Noir shook his head sadly,“ not much, just what is written in fiction. Never occurred to me to ask your mother about the magical world during our training sessions. Stake through the heart to kill them, can’t be in sunlight, can only feed on blood, and we know our friend can control others through direct eye contact.”

“I can’t blame you kitten; I didn’t think to ask her either. In hindsight I should have after the dragon Akuma showed up. After three back-to-back magical inspired Akumas screams ‘Hawkass is following a pattern’.” She sighed; things were easier when she was under the impression that the only magic in the world was Miraculous. “Do you think that Hawk Moth found out about the Magical Dimension and that’s why he’s focusing on sending Akuma inspired by magical creatures?”

“I don’t know Bug. I don’t want to think about what he would do if he knew about the Magical Dimension. So, I’m going to pretend that this is the result of being October and that means tourists and exchange students have monsters and magic on their minds. Well… until proven otherwise.” He only knew a little bit about the Magical Dimension, mainly from the stories that Sabine told him during training or from the few times Sabine took them over there. Those trips were mainly to gather reagents or to meet people the former Black Cat holder deemed important to his or Ladybug’s future. He wanted to learn more about this other world but knew that he would have to wait until Hawk Moth was defeated. Time moves differently between the two worlds, and it was too risky to be over there while Hawk Moth could strike at moment’s notice.

“Good idea, I’m stealing it.” Ladybug knew that the idea of Hawk Moth knowing of the Magical Dimension was a serious threat. However, that was a problem for future Ladybug. Present Ladybug needed to focus on defeating Vladheart, capturing the Akuma, not hurting any of the enthralled civilians, making sure she didn’t get enthralled again, AND somehow avoid getting bitten. “For Kwamis sake, I need a vacation after this.” Ladybug grumbled rolling her shoulders and spreading her ladybug wings. “Ready to go kitty?”

“Always.”

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Why Does My Cat Lick Me?

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Why Does My Cat Lick Me?

One of the best assets a cat has is her tongue. The tongue of a cat is covered with “papillae,” which look like curved spines, that she will use for grooming. She will actually spend over 30% of her daily time keeping herself clean. So if cats feel the need to clean themselves this thoroughly with their tongues, you might be asking yourself why would they want to lick you too.

Common Reasons Why Your Cat Would Lick You

Although cats can’t say what they have in their minds, cat behavior specialists, as well as veterinarians and researchers have considered a number of reasons why a cat might choose to lick you from time to time. So let’s go over the most common ones:

Marking their “territory”

Licking is just one of the many different behaviors a cat might use to claim a territory or something she thinks she owns. Other behaviors include spraying, which is the most obnoxious, scratching, and even cheek rubbing.

When this is the case, the cat will use licking as a way of showing other cats that you belong to her and everyone else should stay away.

To show affection

Most cats use licking not only for grooming purposes, but also as a way of showing you affection. Your cat might try to create a social bon with you, other cats, or even pets, when she starts licking playfully. A big part of this behavior is usually learned while the cat is still a kitty, when her mother would lick her to show her affection and love. Many cats will remember this as they grow up, and when they get really attached to their human owner, they might try to lick them as a way of showing the same feelings.

To check out a taste

Although it might sound silly, your cat might also try to lick you because they think your skin has a nice taste. Your cat might taste something you got into contact with or spilled on the skin, which left residues. Your cat might also get the salty taste of your skin when it is hot outside and you sweat.

What’s really interesting though, is that although the tongue of a cat is made for grooming as well, she has a very muted sense of taste when compared to humans. Also interesting is the fact that cats are the only known mammals that can’t taste sweets at all.

To actually groom you

This behavior comes very naturally to creatures like cats, although they might not realize that you don’t need to get clean using the tongue. As I said before, the mother cat will often groom her kittens as a way of showing them how this action should be done, as well as creating a bond or showing them affection.

Some certified feline behaviorists and training consultants also talk about a group of cats living together that set an “allo-groomer”, which is basically a cat that grooms and licks all of the other cats in her group.

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This means that your cat licking you might just be because she tries to fulfill the role of “allo-groomer”, considering you a member of her group and cleaning you.

To get your attention

Cats might also lick you as a way of getting your attention. Regardless of whether she wants you to pay attention to her, feed her, or pet her, she might try to get your attention by licking you.

This is when she will use licking just like she’d use meowing at you, pawing at you, or other behaviors that would show her need for attention.

To cope with stress or anxiety

Another reason for a cat licking you might be that she is either stressed or anxious. There are some occasions in which excessive grooming or licking could point to a medical problem, most of the time a cat will lick you or even herself as a way of coping with anxiety and stress.

This is especially true if your cat starts licking you after a big change in her life or environment, like moving into a new house. Most of the time, there is no reason to worry about this type of behavior, unless you notice the cat grooming herself so intensely that she starts to develop bald spots or the skin becomes raw. Otherwise, it might be time to talk to a vet and figure out a course of treatment as soon as possible.

Why do I experience pain when the cat licks me?

Along with asking why is their cat licking them, a lot of people also ask about why it hurts when cats lick them. The answer to this question is pretty simple:

As I said above, the tongue of a cat is filled with papillae, which are little spines. And these papillae aren’t as soft as you might think. They are actually made from keratin, the same substance that can be found in human fingernails. Cats are self-grooming, which makes that the tongue should be strong enough to get saliva down her skin, but also detangle the fur and remove any oils and dirt.

This is why, when a cat will lick you, she will rub these spines repeatedly against your skin, which might hurt a little. This is why some people actually compare the tongue of a cat with sandpaper.

How to make my cat stop licking me?

Keep in mind that your cat grooming or licking you is nothing out of the ordinary, as long as this isn’t excessive. Even so, at some point, this rough lick might become pretty annoying and you might want them to stop.

The best thing you can do to stop this is to redirect their attention to something else. When you need to distract them from licking you, if you have a cat that likes to be petted, just start petting it. YOu might also try to divert her attention with the help of a toy or some other fun activity. If nothing works, then you can just walk away and come back when the cat has stopped.

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Okay, so you know “Justice League meets Batman’s kids, who they’d previously been unaware existed” AUs?

So picture that.....but this time, instead of them just having no knowledge of any of these other Gotham vigilantes at all....the Batkids all migrate to various cities as they get older and become known as their protectors - Dick in Bludhaven, Tim in San Francisco, Cass in Hong Kong, etc....

Meaning they’re all established figures, the Justice League are aware of them as solo local heroes who stick to their cities and so they just don’t interact with them much if at all, or else some are members of team lineups but are particularly vague about their histories or life outside of the team’s adventures....

So the big reveal isn’t that they become aware of all these other Gotham vigilantes all at once....its that some big conflict or whatever requires a huge team up of all available heroes, and in the aftermath, they figure out that like.....despite being known as solo heroes who work alone or loners outside of their team settings, 80% of these heroes all not only seem to already know each other, they seem to be related.

And so naturally they all turn to Batman, who has profiles on every known hero and they thus figure had researched these individuals too and just never mentioned this little detail, and they’re like, “Did you know about this?”

And then Nightwing turns to him too, arms crossed and is like, “Yeah Dad, did you know about this?”

And the infamous Red Hood is all: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never met any of these people before in my life. Lives? Whatever.”

And then Red Robin moodily grates out “I have no siblings.” Since he’s nursing a grudge since Dick and Jason broke into his apartment the night before and replaced all his custom Red Robin gear with Darkwing Duck merchandise and his vengeance will be swift and also totally disproportionate because things escalate quickly in this family, that’s true in every universe.

Cass meanwhile has deftly skewered Jason’s lie by walking over to him and brazenly patting down the man with many many guns with no fear whatsoever. He squawks and futilely attempts to bat her hands away as she riffles through his many pockets, but he doesn’t seem shocked, just annoyed. Eventually, she pulls away and triumphantly reveals a box of Hello Kitty themed band-aids.

“So these are yours then? Just for you?” Black Bat asks smugly. Red Hood squints at the box.

“What the fuck? How long have those been in my jacket? Why are those in my jacket? Did you freaking plant them in my jacket just on the offchance you could at some point in the distant future use them at my expense?”

Black Bat frowns, puzzled. “Yes?”

“Oh come on, Dead Hood,” Spoiler says with an exaggerated toss of her head meant to convey she’s rolling her eyes beneath her own mask. She skips her way across the room to Black Bat and then drapes herself languidly all over the smaller woman. Who in turn doesn’t so much as twitch beneath the sudden added mass as Spoiler holds out her hand towards the box of band-aids.

“One please. I have a boo-boo,” she says with easy familiarity straight into the intimidating cowl of Black Bat. Only then does she deign to finish her train of thought with Red Hood.

“I mean seriously, are you saying you don’t have potential blackmail set-ups, pre-rigged releases of incriminating material, and a random assortment of traps, pratfalls and mortifying scenarios in place for the express purpose of being able to humiliate any and all of your siblings at any given moment, without any need for additional prep time?”

“Is this true, Little Wing?” Nightwing whirls on the larger Red Hood with a faux-scandalized gasp. The founder and leader of the Titans, formerly the Teen Titans, renowned for his stratagems and calm competence when directing squads of supers in the heat of battle while he keeps pace with nothing more than naturally acquired acrobatics and a utility belt that apparently uses the same technology as Wonder Woman’s invisible jet....now appears to be....staggering with the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, moaning about how he felt....faint?

What is happening right now, several dozen superheroes want to know. Is this a drill? Are they supposed to be checking for signs of a mental ambush from undetected psychic saboteurs? Did they all hit their heads at the exact same time and are now experiencing some kind of shared mass concussion?

Look, that wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to ever happen on the Watchtower.

“Have I failed you so utterly?” The veteran child hero bemoans with a dramatic twirl - that when contrasted with his stern demeanor of a mere ten minutes ago - makes the fears of telepathic infiltration seem less paranoia and more....concerningly probable. “Did you learn nothing from me? Did you learn nothing from B?”

He stops and jabs a finger up at the sky. “Quick, everyone! What is the very first rule of Living While Batty?”

As if by rote, over a half a dozen voices chime in from all over the room, causing various heroes to jump. Spooked by yet more and more vigilantes joining in some kind of mass recitation like they and they alone have some kind of clue what the hell is going on and everyone else just hadn’t been invited to the party. Which is just rude, honestly. Nobody likes feeling like they weren’t invited to the party. Not even superheroes.

“If you’re not going to bother preparing for every possible contingency and at least six impossible ones, you might as well just stay in bed.”

Even the Red Hood joins in the Illuminati chant or Cub Scout pledge or demonic ritual or whatever the fuck that just was, though his slumped and exasperated posture gives away every hint of sulkiness his headgear otherwise would have kept safely hidden. He’s surprisingly more...expressive, than most who’d only known of him by reputation had expected him to be. The day continues to yield surprises.

“Of fucking course I do,” he growls out, snatching the box from Black Bat. She doesn’t even fight to hold onto it, just lets it go with a knowing smirk. “I wasn’t surprised by the idea of it, I was just surprised she bothered with such a weak effort. Like yeah whatever, actually those could be mine. I use those all the time at home. So what?”

He aggressively yanks one of the band-aids out of the box, fumbles with the peel-off strips with one hand and he roughly rolls up the sleeve of his jacket with the other. Then just slaps it on his forearm and raises said appendage high, showing it off this way and that. “See?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Signal drawls from the other side of the room, nodding his head approvingly. “Totally convincing. Nice job walking that one back, you really showed them.”

Red Hood’s head snaps in his direction with ominous intent. “Watch it, Day-Glo.”

Signal just snorts.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna take constructive criticism on my name and costume from a dude who’s spent the last several years calling himself Red HOOD while running around in a freaking HELMET.”

“Its not meant to be literal, you fucking pedant.”

“So wait, its not literally a helmet? Huh, does it at least protect your head literally, or just like...symbolically? Like if Bane were to clock you across the head, would your concussion just be a metaphor? What’s the treatment protocol for a metaphorical concussion? Fluids, bedrest and a philosophical prescription of two chapters of Chicken Soup for the Soul as needed?”

“Laugh it up, KC and the Sunshine Band,” Red Hood bats back. “You just got yourself disinvited from Thursday night’s poker game.”

Signal just grins and folds his arms over his chest cockily. “Please. You’ve been looking for an excuse to ban me for weeks, cuz you know until you can prove I’m using my ghost vision to cheat, you can’t actually bring suit against me for it in Family Court.”

“That, and also Family Court isn’t a real thing, you toddler. Stop validating Wing-a-ding-ding’s obsession with Shitty TV Nostalgia and just call it that thing where Oracle traps us all in a room until we settle our latest fight without anyone getting stabbed.”

“Yeah, but like, say that five times fast,” Spoiler pipes up. “Its just not practical. Family Court’s way easier.”

“Says the one who’s not even in our fucking family.”

“And yet I grace you all with my sublime presence anyway,” she blows a kiss at him, beatifically unbothered. “You’re welcome.”

The Red Hood scoffs and rounds on his heel, zeroing in on Batwoman in the far corner.

“Hey Auntie B, my siblings are all dead to me and I just helped stop an alien invasion so I deserve nice things like a fun Saturday night. Can you get me into Dad’s fundraiser so I can crash it? He won’t put me back on the list until I promise not to bring any C-4 with me and I won’t promise not to bring any C-4 because he should just trust me that I won’t when I say I’m not gonna and he won’t trust me that I won’t until I admit I shouldn’t have brought any to that sting last month where three tiny little yachts blew up through barely any fault of my own, and I’m just not gonna do that ever because I have convictions and I feel I shouldn’t have to be punished for that. Y’know?”

Batwoman blinks at him. “Kid, I’m not gonna lie to you. You’re my nephew and I love you, but I stopped listening three seconds into all that.”

“Ugh, fine. Can you help me crash Dad’s event tonight so I can teach him a lesson about why he should just trust me not to make a scene so I don’t have to always make a scene to make a point.”

“Tempting as you make that sound,” she says wryly, “I have a strict policy for dealing with you lot and your......everything. I only worry about tolerating one of you at a time, and there’s seven of you, and seven days in the week. You each get your own. You know perfectly well its Robin’s day today. You get me on Tuesday, just like always.”

“Auntie B, we’re not like other families, are we?” Red Robin’s delivery is sarcastically childish and his question clearly rhetorical. Most of his attention is fixated on whatever it is he’s doing with his wrist-mounted computer.

“No sweetie, we’re all severely fucked in the head and a little bit too comfortable with that.”

“Just checking. Oh hey, Hood, I just emailed you a patch for the hole in your firewall I exploited when replacing all my shit using your accounts just now.”

“You did what?”

“Used your accounts to pay to replace all my stuff that you fucked with last night?” Red Robin says slowly. “Did you not realize that I’ve been sticking within ten feet of you for the past five minutes just so I could clone your devices and do all that while BB and Spoiler kept you distracted? I gotta say, bro, I feel like that’s on you then.”

Red Hood swivels his helmeted head in the direction of the aforementioned two. Black Bat waves. Spoiler shoots him an utterly unrepentant thumbs up.

“You’d side with your ex over me? That’s what its come to?”

“My only allegiance is to chaos,” Spoiler says brightly. Black Bat shrugs.

“Plus he bribes better.”

“Hateful,” Red Hood points at Black Bat, moving on to level the same finger at Spoiler, who curtsies in acknowledgment: “Hateful-er.”

Then the finger rounds the bases to aim judgmentally at Red Robin. “Hateful-est. And that was all Nightwing’s idea anyway, not mine.”

“Oh, I assumed as much,” he says casually. “Your idea of a prank tends to have more of a Carrie vibe. Or be a literal literary reenactment.”

“Its called an homage, 4chan.”

“Whatever, plagiarist. And anyway, I couldn’t go after ‘Wing for payback on this one. He used an Immunity card. If you didn’t want me getting back at you, you should have used one too."

Red Hood looms aggressively. Red Robin ignores willfully. Round and round they go. Superheroes who can survive excessive G-Forces are getting dizzy just watching them have a largely motionless stand-off. That shouldn’t be how that works, but whatever. All the most infamously reclusive and isolated heroes in all hero-dom are apparently part of the same one big reclusive and isolated family of fucked up weirdos and they’re all officially bonkers. Nothing makes sense anymore. Reality broke. Try another stall.

“Okay, but see, in order to have an Immunity card, I would have to participate in one of you losers’ stupid Immunity challenges,” the Red Hood drags out with exaggerated patience. “And I’m just not going to do that, on account of those all being fucking stupid. You see the problem there?”

Red Robin just shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You can have principles or you can have an Immunity card. You can’t have both.”

Meanwhile, on another side of....the same room.....look, its like, an octagonal room, probably. It has a lot of sides. Robin fends off questions from an aggrieved looking Superboy.

“You never told me you had a bajillion brothers and sisters!”

“Yes but I never said I didn’t either.”

Superboy rolls his eyes. “Oh yeah, so I should just assume everyone I meet has a bajillion secret brothers and sisters?”

“Well clearly it would have worked out in your favor in this instance if you had, now wouldn’t it?”

“Assuming of course that you can trust what has been said or implied here today and I am actually related to any of those numbskulls. Which I am not actually admitting to,” Robin tacks on hastily.

Superboy eyes him dubiously. “You joined in the same creepy chant all the others did and then got super self-conscious and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Which uh. I did.”

“First off, your interpretation of body language is abyssmal. I do not get self-conscious,” Robin says with a delivery that probably could have benefited from being a little less self-conscious. “And second....that proves nothing. I guessed what they were going to say.”

“Word for word,” Superboy says super-skeptically.

“I’m very good at guessing things. You know this.”

“Okay. Guess how much I believe you right now then.”

Robin glares and folds his arms grumpily across his chest.

“And what was that anyway? Was that like....you guys’ family motto or something like that?”

“Oh no,” Spoiler pipes up. “That’s much shorter.”

Superboy balks at that. “Wait, you guys actually have one of those for real?”

“Yup,” Steph says, counting out the words with her fingers. “He who laughs last....probably works for the Joker. So tranq him just to be safe. See? Only sixteen words. The first rule of Living While Batty is way longer, and what we said was just the abridged version. You should hear the original, before Black Bat put her foot down and refused to memorize it unless sizable edits were made.”

Superboy hovers between her and Robin now, both in mid-air and on the verge of taking Spoiler’s words as an invitation to hear just that. A low growl arises from Robin’s direction.

“Must you?” He asks the older vigilante, with a most put upon expression.

She looks at him pityingly. “Do you actually need me to answer that? Like, we’ve met, right? Hi, I’m Spoiler.”

“Wait, so Robin said that I just never specifically asked him if he had a bajillion brothers and sisters, and that’s why he didn’t tell me, so that means he wouldn’t have just lied and there’s not some code of secrecy that flat out forbids telling other people stuff, right?” Superboy realizes excitedly.

“Yes, excellent direction. Go on,” Spoiler says, steepling her fingers. Robin buries his face in the palm of one hand.

“Soooo, what other stuff could you tell me about Robin’s super top secret family that I wouldn’t think to ask about but that he would tell me about if I knew what questions to ask?”

She claps once, lightly but with emphasis. “Well done. You’ve passed the first barrier. Untold secrets await you behind just a few more.”

“I’ll get you for this,” Robin vows calmly. She waves a hand at him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it before January 1st, remember? You’ve promised retribution like ten times already this year and those don’t roll over, y’know. Rules are rules.”

“Enough!” Thunders a voice then, from the front of the room. Well one of the fronts anyway. Like sides, it has a lot of them, but this is the one where Batman’s standing. All eyes snap to him. Which is kinda just what eyes do when Batman says stuff like that. Its like his superpower, except he doesn’t actually have superpowers, which is what makes it scary. But where the snapping of the eyes (directional) is usually followed by Batman saying something else besides just “hey look at me,” here he pauses in the wake of his own call to attention’s waning reverberations. Uncharacteristically silent.

Not that, y’know, he’s normally Mr. Talkity Talk, but usually his silences feel like he has the words to fill them, he’s just withholding them. This though, this feels more like he doesn’t have any words at all. And he’s as confused by it as any of them, and most everyone else is confused by Batman being confused, and its this whole trickle down economy of confusion and its wrecking havoc on the value of the golden silence standard.

Of course, not everyone present is rendered spellbound with confusion.

“C’mon B,” Nightwing cajoles, leaning forward and practically radiating delight. “I think you know what you have to do now. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its not likely to come around again.”

Red Hood snickers beneath his helmet and chimes in. “Yeah Pops, go ahead. You do this and you’ll actually have my respect for a whole twenty four hours. No, wait. Sixteen. No! Eight. Yeah, eight. Still a good deal.”

“Carpe diem, B,” Red Robin grins, leaning back as if to enjoy the show.

“Hey! Infringe on my trademark one more time, dude,” Signal throws a faux-glare at the former. Red Robin just quirks an eyebrow.

“And what, you’ll start saying Yum every time you eat a burger? Oh no. I’m hoist by my own petard.”

Signal flips him off with a grin and then redirects his attention back to Batman. “Yeah seriously though B, you kinda gotta do it now. Because if you don’t do it, then you’ll forever be the guy who didn’t do it, and you don’t want to be that guy, do you?”

“Yeah you really don’t want to be that guy,” Spoiler shouts out. “Nobody likes that guy. He’s the worst.”

“Do it, do it,” Black Bat starts chanting beside her, steadily picking up speed and volume. Several others start joining in. Even Robin appears to be slightly anticipatory, albeit trying very hard to hide it.

Batman sighs, and somehow everyone manages to hear it. Stills. Waits for....something? Nobody but them seems to have any clue what, but the air is thick and heavy with portentiousness. Something is about to happen, and all most of the heroes present could say for sure is it was something they never would have in a million years seen coming.

Finally, Batman straightens with the resigned air of a man about to have oh so many regrets. He crosses his arms, shakes his head, and in an absolute deadpan monotone, says:

“You are awful children. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing your father.”

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 5,863 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Oral sex, Fingering, Unprotected sex, A little angsty by accident Summary: Aaron retires from the BAU when the new baby is born, but a year later the lack of structure, sleep, and time for himself means changes to his body he's not very proud of. When the thought of having another child is brought up, how will he and his wife work through his insecurities to make the perfectly imperfect, happy family? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Honey, I have to get going—do you need me to drop Jack off at school, or are you good?” Professor Hotchner slides her foot into a flesh-toned pump, leaning against the kitchen table for support and stealing a grape from Jack’s fruit salad. He narrows his eyes, then sticks out his tongue, and she does the same. “Do you want me to starve, Jackrabbit?”

“You won’t starve. Get your own grapes.” So full of sass, that one. Seven is such a fun age. She decides to blame the mixture of Aaron’s genes and Haley’s, and she pulls out her phone to send Haley a quick text.

Your son is a menace in the morning.

Haley: Gets that from his dad.

Aaron enters the kitchen, holding their one year old daughter Mia, and he sticks her in her highchair, puts her breakfast in front of her, and leans toward his wife.

“I’m good, I’ll take him,” he says, and kisses her lips. “Mia and I will take big brother Jack to school, won’t we?” Mia is obsessed with Jack—her first word was Jack, or rather, Ack, which was super cute—so she giggles happily, and her mother can’t help but smile. Their little family is absolutely perfect.

She leans in for another kiss from Aaron, and then another, and then maybe one more...

“You’re getting distracted,” Jack says, and she looks over at him with a raised eyebrow, then back to Aaron. He shrugs.

“It was on one of his vocabulary sheets.” Figures.

“Well, maybe I find my boys distracting. Let me give you kisses and we’ll find out!” She launches herself at him, kissing his head and his cheeks, and he laughs, and she knows she’s going to be late for work, but she can’t pass up moments like these, she just can’t.

She gives him a hug and tells him to have a good day, then she kisses Mia, and then she puts her arms around Aaron’s neck and kisses him goodbye. Before she pulls away, something comes over her—the warmth of this perfect morning, the overwhelming love for both of their sassy, silly kids, or maybe the fact that they’ve been too busy for sex lately and she’s constantly horny for him—and she looks up at him and whispers, “we should have another baby.”

Aaron grins immediately.

“Yeah we should.” They kiss a few more times, quickly, smiling against each other's lips, and he pats her hip because he knows she has to go. “We’ll talk more later, but yes. I want to. I love you.” He takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, and she sighs, grabs her bags, and heads out the door. Work is work; as the youngest professor in the English department, her schedule is jam packed with classes, lectures, morning office hours, but despite all that, it seems that Aaron is having the more difficult day.

They both love that he was able to retire from the BAU early to be a stay at home dad when Mia was born—he does consult for them occasionally, but has no official title, doesn’t have to travel—and he’s amazing at it, but she knows her baby can be a handful even on a good day. The texts she’s been getting all morning only solidify that knowledge.

Aaron: FYI - Mia hates bananas this week.

Aaron: What do they put in this applesauce, crack? She’s tearing around here like a bat out of hell.

Aaron: Okay, she’s your child, I officially renounce her. I put on The White Album and she started crying.

Maybe she prefers Abbey Road?

Aaron: No. Unlike her mother, she has taste.

You wound me, Hotchner.

She works through lunch, grading papers on The Call of the Wild, but when Aaron’s name lights up the display on her phone, she puts her pen down and smiles, puts it on speaker.

She’s sorry she did, because Mia is wailing in the background, and it’s very clearly her, I’m exhausted, asshole, leave me alone, cry, which makes her wonder why she’s not taking a nap. She knows she resists Aaron sometimes, doesn’t want him to leave her alone in her room, which is so sweet and also so, so annoying.

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you having a little trouble over there?” He takes a deep breath and sighs.

“She won’t go down, baby, even if I sit in the rocking chair beside her. It’s been twenty minutes.” Wow. He put up with it longer than she would have.

“Put her in her crib with Stuffy Bear and just let her cry; I know you hate that, but she’ll give up eventually.” He groans softly.

“I can’t; I feel so bad.”

She smiles. Her warm-hearted man.

“She does this because she knows you’ll give in and do whatever she wants. I promise you, she’ll be happier for it; she sounds miserable.”

“I don’t know…” he says, and she can tell he’s not going to do it. She picks up her pen and skims the paper she abandoned.

“Are you tired?” She doesn't wait for an answer, because she knows he is: Jack had a bad dream last night and woke them both up, and Aaron went to lay with him until he fell asleep because he knew she had an early morning. It was almost time for her alarm when he made it back to bed. “If you want to try to nap, she’s going to have to nap. Do it for her, yourself, me, a combination of the three of us. She won’t be mad at you; she won’t even remember.”

“What if I give her abandonment issues?” he presses, and she closes her eyes for a moment.

“Aaron, I love you so much. You’re such a great dad, and our kids are lucky to have you. But you have to loosen the reins just a little, especially if… if we are going to have another baby.” The thought makes her smile, and she can tell he’s smiling down the line, too.

“Right. Loosen the reins. Just put her in her crib,” she can hear that he does that, “and give her Stuffy Bear, and let her cry.” He blows out a breath, and she can hear the door click shut behind him as he leaves her room. She’s proud of him, but she also knows he’s going to sit in front of the video monitor and watch to make sure she falls asleep, and that he’ll probably work on laundry after that and not actually take a nap of his own.

He insists he’s doing fine when she brings it up, but the way he sacks out like a corpse when they get into bed doesn’t exactly have her convinced.

“I love you, and miss you,” he says when it’s slightly quieter, though she can faintly hear the cries through the monitor. “It made me really happy this morning when you said we should have another baby. We make perfect babies, have you noticed?” She hides her grin behind her hand, because if anyone walked by her office they’d think she’s insane with how widely she’s smiling.

“I have noticed, but since we only have the one and I can’t take any credit for Jack, I figured we should probably make another. Maybe the same way we made Mia…” They’re both convinced it was a weekend when Jack was at Haley’s and the two of them went to town on each other, true marathon sex where they only stopped for food and water and she coaxed him to hardness so many times she felt like a damn sex goddess.

“Hmm. I remember that with fondness, and would love to do that again. You know Haley said she’d take Mia on one of Jack’s weekends if we ever needed her to.”

Her life is pretty damn perfect, with her gorgeous, caring husband, and her two awesome kiddos, and a job she loves, but the most unexpectedly sweet part is that Haley is so comfortable with her, and that she and Aaron were able to get past the ugliness of their divorce to eventually become friends again. It’s not something they take for granted.

“Maybe we should take her up on it this weekend,” she says, trying to sound a little sultry. “We’ve both been so busy; it’s been a while since you pet my kitty.” For some reason, this particular phrase makes Aaron blush and get insanely horny, and she’s hoping to tease him so much the rest of the week that their weekend is one neither of them ever forget, so she’s pulling out the big guns.

“It’s been far too long, and I’m sorry. I can’t wait, baby. I’ll call her here in a few; I know you have to get to your next lecture.” She looks down at her watch, and it is about time to clean up and head over. She sighs happily down the line.

“Okay, I love and miss you; try to take a power nap. I promise, she’ll be fine.”

“I will.” He won’t. “Talk to you soon.” When she gets home, Aaron has dinner ready; she told him to hold off, that she’d help when she got there, but he has always been an overachiever.

Mia is already in her high-chair, waiting patiently for once in her little life; she kisses her forehead, breathes in her sweet baby smell, and then makes her way to her husband.

“Looks good, honey,” she says as he sets the table, and she leans up for a kiss, but when she presses her hand to his stomach like she always does, he pulls back a little. “Is everything okay? Did you have a bad afternoon?”

“No, it wasn’t bad after the nap fiasco,” he responds, but he sounds distracted. Maybe he was asked to look at a case, or something, and that’s still on his mind? She leans against his shoulder, puts a hand on his back and attempts to push up his t-shirt, to skim her hand up along his spine, which always comforts him, but again, he shifts away from her touch. She sighs and steps back.

“You're going to give me a complex, Aaron. If I did something to upset you, please tell me so I can apologize and try to make it better.” He turns to look at her face, and his formerly tense jaw softens a little; he presses his lips to hers, just a peck.

“No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.” He smiles softly, and she’s sure he is tired, but this seems like something more.

“You’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? You know I’m here for you.”

“Of course I would, and of course I do. I love you,” he breathes against her mouth, and then he goes in for a longer kiss and she gets, as Jack said earlier, a little distracted. When the kiss breaks, she sighs happily.

“I love you. Missed those lips,” she murmurs, and then she runs a hand over his hair. “If the kids wake up again tonight, I’ll get them. You need to rest.” He shakes his head.

“You have another full day tomorrow,” he counters, and it’s so sweet that he keeps up with the schedule she has posted on the fridge, but still. She puts her hand on her hip.

“And you don’t? It’s my turn. Let me help.” He looks like he wants to argue, but she gives him the glare he knows means she will talk about this all night if he doesn’t agree; she’s not the sponsor of the university’s debate team for nothing, and even his prosecutorial ways have nothing on her.

“Okay,” he sighs, and she smiles and kisses him and then goes to get Jack and make sure he’s cleaned up for dinner.

That night when the two of them are getting ready for bed, she’s surprised as hell when he stops her from pulling one of his t-shirts—her typical sleepwear—over her head. She sets it down, arches her brow, and he guides her back onto the bed with a grin and puts his hands on her hips.

“What’s happening right now?” she asks, because before Mia, sure, Aaron would treat her to all manner of orgasm-inducing behavior at random, and she would do the same, but since Mia—especially in the last six months or so—their sexual encounters have been few and far between. It’s no one’s fault, and they’re both very clearly still attracted to each other; it’s just one of those things that falls by the wayside when you have a new baby and a hectic life and you don’t get enough sleep.

Needless to say, she is a little confused by this turn of events.

“I’m attempting to worship my gorgeous fucking wife,” he murmurs, and he leans up and kisses her stomach, licks a long line up from her belly button. Her breath hitches. “Gonna put another little baby in here—but it’s always beautiful.” He slowly moves his lips higher, over her ribcage, and holds her there. “You’re perfect, you know?”

“Aaron.” Her fingers come up to sweep through his hair; her heart aches with love and tenderness. He moves up, presses open-mouthed kisses to each of her breasts, then covers them with his hands and squeezes. She’s a panting, dripping mess, and more than anything she wants to strip him naked, pull him closer, get him inside her.

“I love you just as you are; I want you just as you are. Always have, always will.” He smooths his hands up over her throat, and brings her mouth to his for a deep, soulful kiss. She hadn’t even realized she’s been feeling repressed, but his touch tonight makes her feel so beautiful and special… It's incredible how close she is from only that.

“Make love to me,” she whispers, and he kisses her again, but then he slides back down her body.

“Want to taste you,” he says instead, and he gets his hands on her hips again and his mouth on her pussy, looks up at her while he licks and sucks like he’s gone without for ages—which he has, she figures, but it’s blowing her mind, her fingers scratching at the sheets, her neck arched. He massages her hips as his tongue works, as he grinds against the bed, and she comes with a whimper, because her body is so overwhelmed by how good she feels that she can’t even properly vocalize it.

Aaron comes up, just a little, rests his head on her stomach, and she smooths her hands over his hair and his shoulders, since that’s all she can reach.

“Come up and let me touch you—or you can come inside me.” She will happily take either option, but he just kisses her belly and shakes his head.

“No, I’m good. Just really tired.” She frowns, can’t recall a time in her life when they didn’t both get off during sex; he catches her expression and runs his hands up her body. “Really, I’m okay. I just wanted to do that before I passed out.” He smiles, and she doesn’t like it, but he climbs off of her and goes to the bathroom, and she pulls on the t-shirt and crawls into bed. Two days later, she’s sitting in her office grading tests when she hears a knock at the door. She looks up, and it’s Aaron, of course, looking so gorgeous in a black polo and jeans.

“Hey, what are you doing here? Where’s Mia?” she asks with a smile. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“She’s with her Aunt Penelope for a few hours.”

“Why? Is everything okay?” Penelope is at work, she knows, because she texted her earlier about something unrelated and she’d mentioned that she and Spencer were having coffee and that he said hello.

“Everything‘s fine,” he assures her, and he enters the room fully, closes the door behind him… and locks it. “Can’t your husband come visit you during your super secret not-really-office-hours?” She raises an eyebrow, both at his question and the fact that he locked the door. What exactly is he planning to do, she wonders?

“You can, but you don’t. I guess I’m just surprised.”

“Well today I decided to. I missed you so much.” He walks around her desk and leans over her for a couple of kisses. “Have you missed me?” She rolls her eyes, smiles.

“Of course I missed you. I miss you every second I’m away from you.” She reaches out, wants to hug him, pull him closer, but he takes a step back and crooks his finger, encouraging her to follow him.

He’s being really weird, but he’s also being really hot. She decides to play along.

She stands, walks over to him, and he carefully clears a spot on her desk, knows she has a system and doesn’t like a mess; when she’s within reach, he puts his hands on her waist and lifts her up onto it, her ass where a stack of tests had just been. Fuck.

“I want to get this dress off of you,” he says, voice low, and he takes her face in his hands and kisses her, rough and deep. “Can I take it off, baby? Can I make you come?”

Everything is happening so fast her head is spinning—it’s not like him to just show up at her office, to try to have sex with her there, especially when their dry spell has been, up until recently, like the damn Sahara.

He must sense her confusion, her apprehension, because he kisses slowly along the side of her throat, down the v-neck of her dress, making her eyelids flutter.

“The door’s locked, and no one even knows we’re in here. Can I take it off?” She pants, thinks about this for a second, but then he slides a hand over her thigh, pushing her skirt up, and she gets a little distracted. She nods, and he kisses her hard and unties the sash of her wrap dress, pushes it off her shoulders. She’s glad she wore a matching set of bra and panties, because this is like prime fantasy material and she wants to try to remember every detail.

He kisses her mouth, soft and sweet, then tugs the straps of her bra down her shoulders, pulls the cups down so her breasts fall out of them. She moans, a little startled, and he dips his head to mouth at her nipples, rests one hand on her lower back and one on her stomach—probably because she looks like she’s about to slide off the desk and onto the floor like a blob of jelly. She knows that’s how she feels.

When he’s gotten her thoroughly worked up, almost trembling with the need for more, he pushes her panties aside and presses a finger into her, and she whimpers, wraps her hand around his neck for support when he starts to pump it deeply inside.

“What has gotten into you?” she breathes, and her hips chase the pleasure he brings; the hand on her back moves to her ass, squeezes it.

“I love you and I want you. I want to make you happy, I want you to feel good.”

“Me—me too,” she gasps as he moves faster, staring right into his eyes. “I love you, want you. Want to make you happy, feel good.” She cards her fingers through his hair and stretches for a desperate, eager kiss. “I want you so badly, baby, please.”

“I’m right here. You have me,” he murmurs, but that’s not what she means and he has to know it. Just in case he doesn’t, though, she makes herself loud and clear; relationships are all about communication, after all.

“I want you to put your cock in my pussy, I want you to come in me. I want you to fucking ruin me, Aaron, I want you to shove your dick in me and keep shoving.” She sounds unhinged, but she can’t stop.

He adds a second finger—not what she wants—and roughly gropes her breast—it feels so good, but it’s not what she wants. Why won’t he give her what she wants?

“Shh, just come on my hand, it’s okay. I’ll fuck you later, in our bed, baby,” he promises. “Just come now, okay? Right here, right now for me.”

She does, because even if he’s being unnecessarily aggravating, it’s still Aaron. She’s desperate for him, always has been, always will be. She comes loud and high and she clutches him tightly and he kisses her and coos words of love and affection into her ear. She gets cleaned up, and they go for lunch, and they can’t take their eyes off each other.

Something’s very wrong, and she can’t quite put her finger on it.

That evening when she gets home, Aaron is feeling guilty. She’s not sure why, but he’s executing all of his patented guilty trademark behaviors: he offers her a glass of wine, runs her a bath, rubs her feet, even though he’s been the one home with the baby all day. She’s tempted to ask if he’s cheating on her, as a joke, but that’s never funny, especially when she knows he’s being shifty and weird about something.

When they’re laying in bed, he sets down his book and looks over at her.

“I meant to tell you, Haley isn’t able to take Mia tomorrow. Maybe the weekend after, we can have our special alone time.” She won’t say she’s not disappointed, but she doesn’t want to inconvenience Haley, when she’s already being so great. She smiles softly, covers his hand with hers.

“That’s okay. It was short notice, anyway. I’ll still enjoy my weekend, with you and Mia.” He smiles too, but it doesn’t quite touch his eyes.

The kids sleep through the night, but she doesn’t. On Friday, she picks Jack up from school and takes him to Haley’s, who sends him to wash up so she can make him a snack. When he’s gone, she smiles warmly and invites her into the kitchen for coffee; she takes a cup, and they make pleasant small talk like they always do.

“Are you sure you don’t want to bring Mia over?” Haley asks after a few minutes. It sounds like she’s double checking. “It’s really no trouble.” She frowns, sets her cup down.

“I thought you weren’t able to watch Mia this weekend. I thought… I thought that’s what Aaron said. I must have misunderstood him.” That’s the only logical conclusion, because Aaron wouldn’t lie to her. He wouldn’t.

“He was being a little weird on the phone the other day. He asked me if I would watch her, and I said yes. He told me about your plans,” she says with raised eyebrows, “and then I told him, you know. That he better treat you right, because you just had a baby not that long ago and you might be a little self-conscious about jumping back into the sack like that; not that you should be, because you look amazing.” She racks her brain for the first time he started acting strangely, pulling away from her, and it would have been after his conversation with Haley. She asks, just to confirm.

“Is that when he got weird?”

“Actually yeah. He changed his mind, said you might not need me to watch her after all, but I told him the offer stood. He was pretty quick to get off the phone after that.” She would sip her coffee, but she’s pretty sure her hands are shaking. Why would he lie about that?

“You know, I should go. I’m sure Aaron’s pulling his hair out with her, she’s been a devil today. Tell Jack I love him and I’ll talk to him tonight, will you?”

“Of course. If you change your mind about Mia, just let me know,” Haley says, and she gets into her car with tears stinging her eyes.

When she gets home, Aaron is playing with Mia on the living room floor. He looks up at her with a smile that abruptly falls when he takes in her facial expression.

“What’s wrong?” She composes herself, takes a deep breath. They vowed a long time ago not to argue in front of Jack or Mia. She tries to sound conversational.

“You lied to me. You said Haley couldn’t take Mia this weekend.” He swallows and looks properly guilty. She’s not sure how he was able to lie to her in the first place; he’s never been any good at it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I just didn’t know how to say it.” She looks up, shakes her head, wills her eyes not to water while she’s trying to have this conversation.

“You didn’t know how to say what? What is it that’s made you distance yourself from me?” She recalls him physically pulling away, then doing a complete 180 and initiating sex, but never penetrative sex, never letting her touch him or return the favor in any way. “Haley told me about your conversation. So do you think I’m unhappy with my body, or are you unhappy with my body?” He has the nerve to look confused, gets Mia set up with some toys she can play with safely on her own and stands up, comes close to her. She’s not sure she even wants his touch right now, which is saying something; when she’s unhappy, that’s usually all she wants.

“Neither of those things. I swear to god. I love you and I love your body; you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful for me, you always have been.” He’s looking down at her so seriously, and she wants so badly to believe him, but how could she, when faced with the evidence?

“Okay. If it’s neither of those things…” Her voice is small when she says the one option that hurts her most. “Did you change your mind? Do you not want to have another baby with me?” He sighs, deflates, and she takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“No, listen to me. It’s not that I don’t want that; I want that more than anything, but it will… further complicate, things...” He trails off, and she tries to follow what he’s saying. “The problem isn’t you in any way. It’s me.” She huffs, squeezes her eyes briefly shut.

“You? How can it be you, when you’ve been the only man to catch my eye for years? From the moment you set foot on my campus looking for your bad guy, I’ve been attracted to you, aroused by you, wrapped around your finger. You’re so perfect for me: perfect husband, perfect dad, perfect lover. My best friend. Never a day has gone by where I haven’t wanted you.” He wets his lips, sighs.

“Surely you’ve noticed that since I quit my job and started staying home with Mia, I… I don’t look the same. I’ve… let myself go.” His brows are deeply furrowed, and he’s clearly struggling with this; she reaches for him, no longer angry—at least for the time being—puts a hand on his arm.

“I’ve noticed that you don’t quite look the same. Doesn’t mean you’ve ‘let yourself go,’ or that I’m not still attracted to you; you just have a dad bod now instead of an ‘FBI guy who punches people for a living’ bod.” Her other hand hovers, then comes to rest on his stomach, and she smiles. “I’m actually really into the way you look now. I’ve been fantasizing about it for ages. I wish I’d known you were feeling self-conscious.”

“I’m not used to feeling… self-conscious, vulnerable,” he breathes, but he presses into her touch, so she considers that a good thing. “I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I get that baby, I do, but this is me. I would have done anything I could to make you feel better. You didn’t have to hide it from me. You didn’t have to lie. We could have talked about it.” She moves the hand on his arm to his face, guides him down for a loving kiss. “We’re equally to blame, because I know you haven’t been getting good sleep, and I know you barely have time for yourself, and I didn’t step in; but you never let me help. If roles were reversed, and it was me staying home with Mia, you would never expect me to do all the cooking and cleaning and homework and bath time without your help. So you need to let me help, Aaron, please.” She looks up at him, eyes warm and sincere, and he nods, bends to press a kiss to her lips.

“I’m sorry. I still don’t feel great about… myself, but maybe I could. If I let you help. If I took some time for me.” She nods and wraps her arms around him—finally—for a hug.

“I love you so much. Just like this. Big, cuddly papa bear, taking care of our babies, making our home a safe and happy place for them. How could I not love the body that brings me so much happiness? That makes me excited to get in my car and come home at the end of every day?”

They kiss some more, deep, healing kisses and soft, sweet kisses, but she doesn’t get distracted by them. She’s very focused, caresses him and brushes loving fingertips over his chest and arms and sides. But speaking of distractions…

“Were you doing all those sexy things to try to distract me from wanting you to get all up on me?” she asks, pulling back, and at least he has the decency to flush.

“Kind of? I figured if it was sex you wanted, you’d be happy to get off however it happened; it was great for me too, don’t get me wrong, I just didn’t really want to be touched, feeling the way I felt.” She frowns, rests her head against his chest and holds him tighter.

“That makes me sad. What I wanted was an intimate moment with my husband, and while yes, what you did for me was great, because you’re super hot and very capable,” she says, leaning back in his embrace with a soft smile, “it’s not what I’ve been wanting. I want you all naked and sweaty and heavy on top of me, going to pound town.” He presses his lips together and raises his eyebrows.

“Pound town? What are you, twelve?” She grins, shoves his chest, and he laughs.

“I’m surrounded by college kids all day, please forgive me. I think it got my message across though.” She touches his cheek, looks up into his eyes, and sighs. “Can we take Mia over to Haley’s and give it a shot? I’ll do anything to make you feel happy and comfortable, any position that makes you feel better—though what I’d really like most, if you’ll trust me, is to suck your dick, and then hop on your dick, and then later when we’re ready to go again, we do the pound town thing and make another goddamn baby.”

She’s so serious, and he looks so serious, and then he kisses her and says yes and they pack up their kid and take her to his ex-wife’s so they can get it on, which sounds so much crazier than it actually is. She gets him out of his clothes, doesn’t move slow or spend lots of time focusing on what he thinks are flaws; instead, she proves how desirable he is by practically tearing his pants off and pushing him against the bed and swallowing around his dick just so she can hear all those delicious moans she’s been missing.

After that, she rides him hard, kisses him harder, plants her hands on his chest and stomach and moans and groans against his mouth. “So fucking hot, seriously so fucking hot, Aaron—if I saw you across the room today I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing, I would still pursue you, I’d make you blush like I did back then. I’d be so forward because I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about how good this would feel.”

She’s rocking his world, no doubt about that; it’s written all over his face, in the hardness of his hands on her hips as she grinds down on his cock, in the way his chest is heaving despite not actually doing any of the work at all. He comes first, and then rubs her clit while she continues to fuck him until she finds her own orgasm; she scratches her nails down his stomach, and he leans up and grabs her face for a rough, perfect kiss.

They take a break, cuddling and kissing and enjoying the feel of bare skin, comfy bed, soft lips. Aaron touches her cheek, tells her how much he loves and appreciates her.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been keeping this inside, and not being truthful. It’s hard, when you’re as perfect as the day I met you, and I’m…” She presses a finger to his lips, shushes him, kisses him.

“You’re as perfect as the day I met you, too. More perfect, even, because every day since then you’ve chosen me, and our family. I could not ask for a better man. Simply could not, Aaron. And if you want me to come home early so you can go to the park to run, or to the gym, then that’s what I'll do, but if you look like you do right now, forever, I’ll be happy with that too. Whatever makes you happy.”

They snuggle and kiss and talk and laugh, and then laughing becomes sex in that way everything becomes sex when you’re genuinely obsessed with the person in your bed.

He gets her on her back, kisses all over, teases her—“mmm, rubbing your kitty, baby, how does it feel?”—and then puts her legs over his shoulders, plants his hands, and fucks, taking every ounce of his pent-up frustration out on her, and it’s incredible.

“Yes, Aaron, yes, baby, oh, god.” Her head is thrown back, and she’s torn between laughing, because she’s been wanting this for months and it’s exactly as awesome as she’d dreamed it would be, and crying, because she fucking loves him, so much it puts a lump in her throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, speeds up, sweaty and gorgeous and smiling. “You’re going to come with me—not just for me, but with me, so my come gets deep inside, so it works and we get another perfect baby who never lets us fucking sleep.” She nods frantically, presses her hips against his, and it’s not simultaneous, but it’s a near damn thing, when they both come groaning each other’s names. A little less than a year later, they have Mason. Aaron is at home in his dad bod, Mia doesn’t cry at naptime, Jack is still a menace in the mornings, and their perfect little family got a little more perfect. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul

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Just Another Class Trip :)

Part 1

No, no ignore the smily face i assure you it means nothing foreboding, nothing foreboding at all.

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“It’s suspicious,” Marinette glares as they leave customs.

“What would that be, Mari?” Chloe yawns, not bothering to dedicate her limited remaining brain power apparently.

“Lila,” She whispers back, “She’s been so quiet all the way here,”

“What about how she weaseled her way into first class?” Chloe yawns again, sleep mask resting on her head.

“Or tried to steal your bag,” Kagami says with venom, her having saved Marinette from that disaster.

“Accused you of giving her the wrong flight time,” Adrien adds, somehow being full awake even after their long flight.

“Slipped metal into your pocket so security would go off,” Chloe downright glares at Adrien, but would never admit to the bags under her eyes.

“Came by and woke you up every time you fell asleep,” Kagami looks at her pointedly, shadows under her eyes being her only give away.

“Too quite,” Marinette whispers, the list going largely ignored as they approach the security scan.

“Just relax Mari,” Adrien pats her shoulder, not enough to break her concentration, “Lila will be so distracted by being in Gotham she won't have time for you,”

Adrien was wrong.

Of course he was wrong.

This is Lila they're talking about.

“Oh Marinette!” Lila all but yells as Marinette is placing her bag in a tray, “I’m so glad you didn’t go through with it,”

Marinette cringes, the security guards all looking her way as Lila dances off. She just sighs as she is escorted away by the airport security, to the protest of her friends and not much else.

“No sir I am not holding any firearms or weapons,” Marinette answers as monotone as possible, the security guard didn’t deserve her ire not matter how tiresome this was getting.

“We interview the source,” Oh no “Apparently you were discussing terrorist activities,”

“I was not sir, Lila must be mistaken,” Yep big mistake, I’m sure that's all it is , “I’m simply here for a class trip,”

“You’re wearing a bulletproof vest,”

Yeah probably should have left that one at home

“My parents are protective, they know how dangerous Gotham can be,” They were not fans of the horror stories Aunt Selina used to tell her from this city, “They insisted I have it as protection,”

While they most certainly wanted her to be safe the vest was more her idea. It was also more for enabling trouble than avoiding it. At least she was trying to be safe about secret crime fighting.

“Makes sense,” He sighs from across the table, checking through some paperwork, “You’re seventeen, here on a class trip right?”

“Yes sir,”

“Well if you’re here on a Wayne funded trip they probably did and extensive background check,” He pauses for a minute looking deep in thought, “Alright then, you can go,”

That seems kind of lax

“Are you sure?”

“We literally have super villains walking through here every other day,” True that, “You’re holding no weapons and have been endorsed by the Wayne's that's better than most people that have been in here,”

“Well if you’re sure,” Marinette stands awkwardly walking to the door as he waves her off, “Is there anything I need to sign, or…”

“Unless I want to fill out extra paperwork, no,” He seems so tired, Marinette wished she could get back at Lila for making his job harder.

“Have a good day then!” She smiles brightly, getting a small one in return.

She leaves, the security guards handing back her bag, fortunately not mentioning the miracle box or her Kwamis. She smiles brightly, even with Lila trying to ruin her trip she could still enjoy her time here in Gotham- and her phone buzzes with an Akuma alert.

With a sigh, Marinette ducks into the nearest bathroom, locking a stall behind her.

“Kaalki,” The Kwami zips out of her bag, “Tikki, Combine,”

With a flash of light followed by another she appears in Paris dropping Kaalki’s transformation.

She looks over the city, some Akuma attacking the Eiffel tower. At least they didn't seem to be the brainwashing type, she didn’t have Chat Noir there to help with crowd control.

With a flip she jumps, planning to kick the Akuma on the way down. They dodge and she lands in front of them instead.

“Well, well if it isn’t the bug,” The Akuma, in a horrible patch work costume mocks, a purple mask appearing over their face, “Hand over your miraculous!”

How about you come and make me Hawkmoth? I promise to stick that cane up your ass

Oh how she wishes she could say just that, but it wouldn't be very Ladybug of her. Why did the younger her have to have a stick up her butt?

“Not today Hawkmoth,” She says instead, making sure to put the practiced amount of enthusiasm into it, “Or any other day for that matter,”

“How are you going to save Paris without your little kitty cat?”

How are you going to beat me with that terrible fashion sense

Besides Chat Noir deserved a break. At least she hoped he was taking a break, he couldn’t tell because of secret identity reasons. It wasn't like she had any right to stop him, she was having a vacation in Gotham right now, and she was out all the time for work. She could manage without Chat for a while, he deserved that much.

“I will do whatever it takes to protect the people of Paris,” Ladybug remembers to answer the question.

“Hand over your miraculous now!” The Akuma lunges at her

I should have chosen a different persona

She dodges the beam of light that can’t mean anything good. Jumping back to get some distance.

Chat Noir had the right idea

She bites back the cutting remark on the tip of her tongue. Instead throw out her yo to wrap around their arm. The Akuma pulls it forward, sending her through the air. She leans into it swinging around to get a better vantage point, studying the monologuing Akuma below.

Maybe I can for Starling

She has created Starling as a vigilante identity to use in Gotham, if the class was ever in trouble. No not if, when . With a sigh she summons her lucky charm getting a table tennis paddle.

Although I’m only meant to use that identity as a disguise to protect the class

The only thing that stood out was the Akuma's hand, she'd have to gather more information before striking.

Maybe Starling can have a word or two with Lila, that could be fun

She drops down in front of the Akuma. They seemed to like monologuing, maybe all she had to do was probe a little bit.

“Why would you want to side with Hawkmoth?”

“This is my family's greatest heirloom it has been passed from generation to generation for centuries, some fool broke it and I was crushed having disappointed all my ancestors!” The Akuma holds up a broach type jewel, “But Hawkmoth- Hawkmoth brought it back and now my greatest and dearest treasure will forever be-”

Ladybug smacks it to the ground, crushing it underfoot.

The Akuma looks at her shocked, letting out a long drawn out gasp. Marinette does not meet their eye as she catches the Akuma. She throws the paddle she used to smack it out of their hand into the air to cast the cure.

I must be really jet lagged, I’m usually at least a little more creative than that, but it worked

She pretends not to see the reporters coming in for interviews, seeing the victim and their broach in one piece. She makes a speedy exit, needing to transport back to Gotham before the class get too ancy.

“I’m sorry the rented bus left a long time ago,” The attendant informed her, looking sorry for the dishevelled teen.

Marinette groaned, so much for running around the airport for thirty minutes with a dead phone. Thanking the attendant she sulks off to collect her bag instead, she’d have to figure another way to the hotel.

She spends another hour hunting down her bag. Chasing after leads of people who might have mistook it. Checking again with Airport security, who again pulled her aside for having a suspicious missing bag. Luckily the security guard before defended her, she brought him a coffee and two for herself.

“Maybe someone will return it?” Tikki whispers, her and Kaalki hidden in the folds of her scarf.

“It’s fine Tikki,” Marinette sighs, halfway through her first cup in under a minute, “I have replicas of all of them anyway, I’ll just grab some samples from the MDC fashion show,”

She’d have to stop by later, the outfits should have been transported last week along with most of her recent catalogue. The only problem was all the other necessities she lost. But that wasn’t a problem, she carried the miracle box in her backpack and that's all that really matters.

“And some of my… special outfits when we go back home,”

She had altered her current outfit to transform into her vigilante disguise. Her scarf pulled up and could be turned inside out into a mask. Her skirt could be transformed into a cape and hood combo. A zip down the middle of the skirt to split it for the cape and a zip up hood that lay flat along her skirt. She simply turned it inside out and wore it around her shoulders. Combined with a bullet proof vest it wasn't half bad, her belt full of weapons could always be hid under her skirt which was a big plus.

She sighs waiting for a taxi in the cold Gotham air, hating it more than most. Although she supposed superhuman strength was a fair exchange for extra cold fingers. Marinette fought to stay awake, she had also been holding Kaalki for so long she was starting to develop the ability to sleep standing up and would doze off randomly. Certainly helpful at times, but not right now.

“Hello,” Marinette is startled out of her drowsiness.

She looks at the hesitant young man before her, looking just as tired as she is.

“Hello?”

“Is something the matter?” Something sparks at the back of her mind, a feeling she often gets from Chloe whenever she is helpful.

Do I look that bad?

“Just a mix up with transportation,” She smiles, he clearly knows it’s fake.

“Do you need a ride?”

“No I’m-” She sighs, what could go wrong getting in the car of a random person in Gotham, “Yes, I do thank you,”

“Over here, I’m Tim by the way” He stifles a yawn, leading her towards a limousine, the door being opened by a driver.

“Marinette, here,” She hands over the extra coffee, “You look like you need it just as much as me,”

Tim looks at her like a god sent, taking the coffee as they reach the limo.

“Good call Alfred,” Tim whispers to the driver, slipping into the car.

“Hello miss, I am Alfred Pennyworth,” She shakes his hand, something stronger fires at the back of her mind, a true holder perhaps? But Chloe was a true holder right?

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” She smiles, trying to assess what miraculous would suit him.

“Best get inside Miss Dupain-Cheng,” She climbs inside at Alfred's behest, “Gotham is awfully cold for a Lady,”

She gets the feeling that is not chivalry.

“Where to Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Alfred asks, already in the driver's seat.

“Wayne hotel please,” She pulls her backpack onto her lap, still regarding Alfred suspiciously.

“Traveling alone?” Tim asks absentmindedly, still nursing his coffee cup.

“I’m here with my class, they left without-” No that's no good , “I got held up they went ahead,”

“Class… staying at the Wayne hotel…” Tim mumbles to himself.

“I believe what Master Tim is trying to ask is if you are part of the Martha Wayne foundation trip,” Alfred informs from the front seat.

“Yeah that,” Tim takes another scalding gulp of coffee.

“Yes I sent in the submission, I’m still surprised we got it,” Marinette had been thrilled at a trip to Gotham, it is where her Aunt Selina lives after all.

“You seem very responsibility Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Alfred complements, “Almost as if you could shoulder the weight of Paris,”

“I didn’t say where I was from,” Marinette tenses getting more than a little unsettled, he seemed to know something more.

“Not to worry, I have close connections with the Wayne's and was aware this years class was from Paris is all,”

“I see,” Marinette nods along, the possible meaning behind the comment still being concerning.

“We forgot your bags!!!” Tim suddenly yells, jumping up and making Marinette jump, they both curse in sync as they spill coffee on themselves.

“It’s alright!” luckily the coffee landed on her black tights, so no noticeable stains, “My bags were stolen,”

“Oh…” Tim relaxes back, “Wait… that's not alright at all!”

“It’s fine, I already have a plan to get some spare clothes and I just need to run to the store,”

“Right… to the Wayne hotel was it?” Marinette nods and Tim starts tapping away at his phone.

She fishes out some wet wipes from her bag, passing them to Tim, who looks confused until she points out the growing coffee stain. With a smile and a few more taps at the phone he takes them off her.

“Left behind and bags stolen, doesn't sound like your Lucky day,” Alfred presses, and he needs to stop, it could be chance, surely its just chance.

“I guess not,”

You don’t know the half of it.

“Well I hope the rest of your day is much better,” Tim bids as they pull up to the hotel.

“Thank you, and thank you so much for the ride,” Alfred opens the door for her to get out.

“Not a problem,” She waves them off, watching them disappear down the street.

They’re nice, probably wont ever get to see them again, thats a shame

“Dick! Holy fuck!” Tim kicks down the door of his brothers room, “I just met the nicest girl who's had the shittest day on earth,”

“First of all welcome back, how was your trip?” Dick greets hanging from the ceiling as Tim takes his desk chair, “Second, what are you talking about?”

“Met a girl at the Airport who didn’t have a ride, she gave me coffee,”

“That's enough to buy your loyalty,” Dick grins, Tim flips him off.

“Listen, she's part of that Martha Wayne Foundation trip and her class left her at the Airport!”

“What?!” Dick drops from the ceiling onto his bed, “Thats so dangerous, especially in Gotham,”

“Right?! She even had her luggage stolen!” Tim pushes the chair over to Dick, “And she was still so nice, even after an eight hour flight!”

“You said she was part of the Wayne foundation trip?” Dick asks, getting a nod from Tim, “Yeah, we are definitely seeing her again,”

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years

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fuck I still haven't done the rewrite of the Mutant Town AU that I specifically came off hiatus to write, like the Plant Witch Sam and Pharaoh Tucker posts were written to prep this au and I just got wildly distracted so uhhhh

yeah the concept is in the link but the gist is that the people and town becoming mutated by constant ectoplasmic contamination, we all know and love this concept right but I'm gonna expand on it

this is a direct result of the portal being opened, but they aren't getting infected from the portal, the issue is that creating a permanent opening into the ghost zone has weakened the veil between their worlds and Amity Park and the Ghost Zone sort of slip in and out of each other constantly

and because ectoplasm responds strongly to emotions (poltergeists being made from atmospheric emotions for example) it all tends to converge very heavily at the school full of hormonal teenagers

so Casper High becomes its own god damn cryptid, the teachers get so jaded about opening the door to a classroom and finding just a whole ass ghost zone on the other side that they just put a sign on the door telling kids to go to a different room, lockers swap contents with other lockers so kids have started putting their names on the inside so they know who's stuff they've just found

this also means the kids get super affected, like super affected, literally, they all get ghost powers, some are just physical mutations, some are just super abilities, or a general increase in natural ability, like a member of the track team getting super speed

it takes a while for Danny and co. to figure this out, Sam and Tucker should have been warning signs as they've spent the most time around ghosts and the ghost zone, but that's why the Witch Sam and Pharaoh Tucker posts are important

they have powers, but they thought they came exclusively from outside sources, they had no idea that their abilities were also strengthened and influenced by being highly contaminated by ectoplasm, which is why when one day Mikey sneezes and green acid shoots out of his nose and melts his desk, everyone is a little bit startled

the teachers have long since started using ghost detectors after the time Paulina spent a whole week overshadowed by Kitty, so Mikey gets a check over and other than the usual atmospheric reading Lancer gets nothing especially strong from him

there have been concerns about the gradually increasing ectoplasmic content in the air messing with ghost detector results, the devices have to be recalibrated constantly, so Lancer asks the one and only son of the local ghost hunters in the room if he has some other way to check

Danny's parents make him keep a few protective items in his schoolbag, so he tries some gear on him to see if anything comes flying out, but nothing does, Danny isn't too surprised seeing as he couldn't sense a ghost in the room anyway, but it definitely makes things a little concerning

even if it were a repeat of the Spectra incident and he wasn't being overshadowed, the Fenton's tech would have still gotten rid of whatever was causing this if it were an external influence

Mikey is sent home for the day and his parents are told to keep an eye on him

and then the next week, Star drops a pen off her desk and a strand of her hair whips out to grab it, she's also checked for ghost influence and sent home

a few weeks after that it happens again, a kid on the basketball team makes a leap to the net and stays in the air, they have to call in the cheerleaders to climb on top of each other to reach him and pull him down

Danny has been trying to figure out what's happening from the first moment with Mikey, and his parents have also been getting calls from worried parents who want to know if they can fix whatever's happening to their kids

over the next couple of months, every kid in the school has some kind of ability or mutation, Dash heals whoever he touches, which he discovers after punching Nathan in the face and curing his acne, Paulina turns invisible, which freaks her out at first until she realises it's great for eavesdropping, Wes can conjure fire (because I desperately needed him to have a polarising ability to Danny), Kwan becomes empathic and can feel and influence people's emotions

Valerie also had an early mutation that she didn't know about, when Technus gave her a new suit, her body pretty much just absorbed it as a part of her, Technus had not intended this to happen, and was pretty peeved about it, Valerie found out that she had stolen control over the suit when Technus had a big rant about it during a fight, and she put the pieces together once other kids started developing abilities

this whole thing causes a ton of chaos as kids are struggling to control what they can do, so Danny has to step in and help them out, he often has to run off to change into Phantom in order to protect everyone from an ability that's gone haywire, he ends up pretty much running ghost power training courses after school to help them control themselves

he's also gotten stuck in situations where he's had to step in and help someone without having the time to change forms, meaning he has to make up a cover story about having developed his own powers way before everyone else since he's been living on top of a portal for years, he only tells people about his ice powers

Jazz has always had a tendency to be able to reign in her emotions and keep a cool head, (the only ones who can really push her buttons are Danny and sometimes her parents, at school around other kids who look up to her she's often very in control) meaning she doesn't draw ectoplasm to herself all that much, and though Danny uses the excuse of having lived on top of a ghost portal to explain why he's already so familiar with using his power, it's actually not even remotely true, because the Fentons use specialised air purifiers to keep the atmospheric ectoplasm at a manageable level, the Fenton house ironically has the least atmospheric contamination compared to the rest of the town, that's how Maddie and Jack have had limited mutation to themselves (though they aren't wholly free, they've mostly just gotten physically stronger and tougher)

so even though Jazz develops her power a little earlier than everyone else's, it's not that far ahead, and she actually doesn't even realise she already has one until half the school has developed theirs

Jazz has the power to slow time in a little bubble around herself, she'd been using it without realising while studying, having gotten through hours of work in half that time, she always thought it was just her losing track of time or she was just getting faster at reading, she also spends a lot of time counselling other students and trying to help them sort out their problems, and they'd often comment that they felt like they'd been talking for so much longer than they had, again she just chalked it up to losing track of time

a lot of students had wondered why Danny developed a power early and Jazz hadn't, until someone walked in on Jazz helping a girl through a panic attack in the bathroom, and found them both talking extremely fast, a lot of her friends realised in hindsight that she'd been doing that unwittingly for quite a while, nobody had noticed because she always talked to people privately, so nobody outside her little time bubble had seen it happen

Sam and Tucker come clean about their abilities too, but they also don't give the full rundown, still keeping some things close to the chest to avoid standing out from everyone else

then there's the teachers

adults typically have a better time regulating emotions than teenagers, meaning much like Jazz they aren't drawing as much ectoplasm toward themselves, but this doesn't exempt them from developing something after a while, especially with the heightened stress of managing a school full of volatile super kids

Mr Lancer discovers that he can create shields, after an incident where he jumps in front of some students to protect them from another power gone awry

Tetslaff ends up with a sonic ability, able to project her voice like a megaphone (yes this is a Coach Boomer from Sky High reference don't @ me), Principal Ishiyama develops a physical mutation, growing to twice her size, she likes that she can tower over the students while delivering speeches, but she doesn't like having to stoop through doors all the time, she has the one to her office resized, along with her chair and desk

so as you can imagine, the town ends up erupting into chaos, a lot of kids very much misuse their abilities, Danny does his best as Phantom to teach people to be responsible, but sometimes he has to resort to literally kicking their asses to get them to straighten up

but for the most part, a ton of kids were already looking up to him, and are generally pretty happy to follow his example, especially the more popular kids, it's generally considered not very cool to get your ass kicked by Phantom, so weirdly enough a lot of kids get peer pressured into not causing any real damage or injury with their powers

this doesn't mean they don't absolutely misuse them, they're just more subtle about it

until a ghost shows up, a lot of the kids are more than happy to let loose to protect themselves and their friends, and Phantom for the most part is happy to let them, with some supervision of course, he still has to make sure nobody gets too hurt (including the ghosts)

the entire debacle makes Danny's life simultaneously a whole lot easier AND so much more fucking stressful

#lula's aus #mutant town au #danny phantom #you have no idea how hard it was to find the links to the other posts #tumblr's search system was fucking me around so much

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