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I had an idea silly but wanted to share. Reader gets a call from Roanie's school for the first time because she felt sick and said she wanted her mom. It is the first time that the reader is called at school and she feels bursting with love and drops everything to save her daughter. When Eddie gets home he can only feel even more in love with his girls (and a little jealous 🥺
thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader, 2k words (roan calls you mom and your name)
You're sitting bored in your office when the phone rings. Thankful for any saviour, you immediately drop the pen you'd been clicking and bring the receiver to your cheek. 
"Hi, L/N speaking." 
"Hi, Miss L/N, this is Dana Montgomery, the receptionist at Hawkins Elementary. We have a sick Roan Munson here, and Nurse Paula thinks it would be best if she was collected and taken home." 
"Is she alright?" you ask, holding the receiver to your cheek with your shoulder as you stand. 
The receptionist sighs sympathetically. "She chucked up in class, I'm afraid." 
You assure the receptionist that you'll be there soon and gather your things in a rush, though you pause before you leave, perplexed. While you're more than okay with being called for Roan, the elementary school usually call you only if they can't get in touch with Eddie, and as far as you know he's safe and sound at work and completely contactable. 
You grab the phone and dial in the mechanics number, uncertain. It takes a while to pick up. 
"Hi, Hawki-" 
"Hey, Wayne. Is Eddie around?" 
"He's right here next to me, you wanna talk to him?" 
"Please. Thank you." 
There's a transference, a sound like fingers over the receiver, and then, "Hi, what's wrong?" 
Very in character. "Did Roan's school call?" You barely pause between your question and the explanation, not wanting him to worry unnecessarily. "They called me asking to pick her up, said she threw up." 
"They didn't call me. I'll go grab her-" 
"No, I'll get her, I was just wondering," you say, familiar enough by now to make demands. He doesn't take any offence. 
"Alright, babe. Call me if you need me. See you soon?" 
His voice sounds sweet down the line. A mixture of things, the most important to you being the total trust and confidence. He doesn't think for a second you can't deal with this. 
"Alright. Love you, handsome." 
"I love you. Tell my girl I said the same." 
You hang up without anymore goodbyes and quickly nip into your boss' office to plea family emergency. She's not pleased but not angry, and so you send her your biggest, most award-winning smile and are out of the building and behind the wheel of your car in minutes. 
Your stomach aches in worry on the drive, for Roan and for yourself, because while you've picked her up from daycare when she was a little younger when Eddie couldn't make it, you've never been the first point of contact, and you haven't ever picked her up since she started elementary school. You barely know where it is, you don't know where to park, and it takes you five minutes too long to locate the main entrance. 
The receptionist looks like she's expecting you. "Roan's mom?" she asks. 
Your heart does a front flip. You can't help smiling, even worried as you are. "Yeah, that's me." 
She calls the nurse and tells you to take a seat if you need one. You stay standing, hands clutching the ends of your coat. You've undergone the craziest transformation, in being Roan's stepmom (though you don't call yourself her stepmom, you just say mom, following her lead) It's a peculiar thing to suddenly love someone like this, and to be ramped with worry every time she's sick. You and Eddie had spoken about it once. 
Why do I feel so terrified when she scrapes her knees? Is that normal? you'd asked. 
It's normal. It fades a little, after time. He'd found your hand in the sheets and squeezed it. I mean, I've had time to get used to it. When she was a baby, I pretty much lost my mind every day thinking she'd die. It was awful. 
It is awful, you'd said. When does it go away? 
It doesn't, really… Do you mind? 
Of course you didn't mind, and you don't now. You'll undergo the anxiety that comes with loving her if it means you get to love her — it's a no-brainer. 
Roan appears down the hall in her change of clothes, shepherded by the nurse's hand behind her small shoulders. There's a bag hanging from the nurse's other hand that very likely contains the clothes Roan had puked on. 
"Hey, baby," you say, enthusing your tone with as much love and affection as you can, because Roan looks like the saddest little girl in the world right now. 
The instantaneous change in her expression when she looks up reaffirms everything you'd thought. If getting to love her comes with stomach churning worry every now and then, you can take it. Her smile lights up the room, and she takes a series of quick but wobbly steps until she's close enough to swing up into your chest. 
She smells sick, but she's soft and small as ever in your arms. You get one arm under her butt and the other behind her back as she wraps her arms and thighs around you like a clinger, as she usually does when you get home from work. 
"What happened, princess?" you ask softly. 
She hadn't been crying when she appeared. She doesn't look far from it now, big brown eyes shiny with unshed tears. Her eyelashes are stuck together in triangles, evidence that she'd been crying at one point. You rub her shoulders. "Say, huh? You're not feeling well?" 
"Roan hasn't thrown up since the first time in class, so I haven't administered any anti-nausea or anything," the nurse says. 
You look up from Roan's heartbreaking face and offer your hand for the bag of her dirty clothes. "Thank you so much for taking care of her." 
The nurse smiles. "That's my job. Bye, Roan. Feel better soon, okay?" 
"Bye miss Paula," Roan says quietly. 
You love her. She's an angel. And you're allowed to say that because you've seen buckets of tantrums at this point. She's an angel regardless. 
You thank the receptionist and hike Roan up higher on your chest. She's at the age where you can still get away with carrying her, though your office job doesn't exactly supply you with the muscles necessary for it, and your arms are sore by the time you get to the car. 
She's weirdly quiet when compared to her usual self but from what you know when she gets sick and overwhelmed, this is normal for her.
You get her in her car seat, and surprise her when you climb into the back and close the door. 
"Mom?" she asks, perplexed. 
Every time she calls you mom, you're unreasonably happy. Sometimes she calls you by your first name, and you wouldn't rush her into anything but you have hope that one day you'll be just mom. If you aren't, that's okay. But you still hope. 
"What, baby?" you ask, reaching for the wet wipes stuffed in the chair in front of her. "How are you feeling, mm? Still sick?" 
"I feel okay." 
You smile and start to wipe down her face carefully with a wet wipe. Her nose is runny, and her eyes are sticky from tears. 
"I'm glad…" You drop your hand into her lap. "Dad says to tell you he loves you, and he'll see you soon."
"I asked for mom." 
You smile at her, and you can't resist chucking her under the chin gently. "You did?" 
"They always call dad, but I wanted you to come." 
"I'll always come. Whenever you want me to, I'll be there for anything, Roanie, I mean it. Even if it's something small or something really big." 
Tears burn behind your eyes. You don't cry, fighting the knot in your throat and mirroring Roan's smile. She looks so reassured, her little pout pulling into a smile just like Eddie's. 
You're excited to marry Eddie because he's Eddie. He's yours, your love, your baby. He's a juxtaposition if they ever made one, loud and brash and irrational, sweet and gentle and the best dad in the world. You love him for his heart, and his callused hands, and his amazingly trim waist. But honestly, sometimes, you think you could love him for making Roan alone. That one thing, this one gift, it's something you'll be grateful for and impressed by for the rest of your life. 
You get to be his, and you get to be Roan's mom. It's the greatest double win in history. 
He finds you exactly where he's expecting, in your work clothes lying on the couch with his sick Roanie curled up smack dab on top of you. Your hand pets a slow rhythm through her hair, which you've freed from her bunches. You've been raking your hands through it long enough to detangle every knot, her curls dark and silky, if a little damp. 
Eddie gets home a little later than usual with a restocked kiddie pharmacy and lots of soup. He marvels at the soup stereotype, and he knows from experience that soup genuinely cures at least 40% of any sickness. The one you make from scratch probably cures upwards of 60%, but he's lazy and he's bad at making soup, so he blows some cash at Bradley's and hopes it'll do the same trick. 
"Hey," he says, leaning over the couch to kiss your head. You smile in greeting.
He skirts around entirely and kneels in front of Roan, tilting his head to the side in mirror. "Hi, babe." 
"Hi, daddy," she croaks. 
He pouts at her dramatically. "How are you feeling? Bad?" 
"She's scorching," you murmur, concerned. 
"I feel okay but I threw up in the art room and I had to change into my Dolly Dotty t-shirt at school."
He raises his eyebrows to show he's listening. "Oh, no."
He presses the back of his hand to her head carefully. Roan is hot, and her forehead is damp with perspiration. 
"I'll get it," you say, "we'll swap." 
"D'you know where the thermometer is?" he asks you, murmuring too as he brushes hair back from Roan's face. She smiles at him. Eddie finds it hard to smile back. It's obvious she's at the beginning of a flu.
This is not going to be easy. 
"No," Roan moans as soon as you start to move, hands clutching your sides, "no, stay." 
Eddie sees both your delight at being wanted and your sheepishness. He knows you try not to overstep, because he's her dad, he's always going to be her dad, and he's known and loved her for a lot longer than you have. But you should know by now it doesn't matter. Roan loving you makes him love you more, and vice versa.
"It's fine," he says, putting on airs like it is not fine, drama seeping into every line of every word, "whatever, right? She's mommy's girl now, I get it." 
You fluster visibly, tamping down a smile. 
Roan hums her agreement and hides her face in your chest. "Yeah, I'm mommy's," she says. 
"Roan, you're breaking your old man's heart here." 
"Sorry, daddy." 
He kisses her ear where it's poking through her hair. "It's okay. I understand." He leans in to whisper. "I don't understand. Me and you are gonna fight as soon as you're better, and I'm gonna win. Get ready, bub." 
She gives a weak giggle. "You're silly." 
"I'm silly?" he asks, dad tone firmly in place, all giddy excitement and sweetness as he presses his lips to her cheek. "You better watch it, Roan, or I'm calling Uncle Wayne. You think he'd let you talk to me like that?" 
She shrugs her shoulders. 
You laugh and pat her back, clearly delighted at his misfortune. "Don't worry, princess, I'm on your side. Dad always loses against me." 
"That's not fair," Eddie argues, "you're a cheater." 
And you do cheat. Little arguments are almost always turned in your favour. You do this annoying (extremely loving) thing where you get your hands on his cheeks and stroke the skin under his eye with your thumb that makes him feel fifteen again, the rush of a new crush, and you soften your eyes and lean in and explain your half of the argument again in a tone that knows it's winning. He hates it. (He would die if you never did it again.) 
"How dare you," you murmur, pulling Roan's head into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closed in content. 
"How dare I," he says dryly. 
He looks down at both of his girls and can't believe how lucky he is, how this all turned out. He wishes he could go back and tell a younger him that he doesn't have to worry — that late nights spent panicked and afraid he'd be alone forever are entirely wasted. Roan's leg drifts down your hip and lands wonky on the couch. Your hands rub mildly at the length of her back. 
"I'm gonna make dinner, okay?" he asks.
You and Roan both hum. 
He burns with envy, he's not too proud to say. "There better be room for me after." 
You laugh under your breath. "Whatever you want, baby. Now shush, we're sleeping." 
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aingealcethlenn · 2 years
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Chapter 3
The elevator chimed, and Clint stepped out into the main room of the Avengers’ tower. The others had already arrived and were sitting on the various sofas and chairs around the center of the room. He could hear Tony throwing a fit, complaining about something, and arguing with the others.
"If nothing was taken or destroyed, I don't see what the issue is, Stark," Bucky stated.
"Because I don't like knowing someone was going through my shit, Barnes, that's what!"
"What's going on?" Clint asked as he approached the group.
"Someone managed to get into the tower last night," Steve told him.
"Shit," Clint said softly. "Any idea who it was?"
"They left this," Natasha slid a piece of paper across the table toward him.
"Damn it," he said under his breath, looking at the same symbol he had seen in the photographs.
"Have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class, Barton?" Tony questioned, seeing Clint's expression.
Looking up and seeing everyone staring at him, Clint placed the file he held on the table. "Um, well," he began, taking a few of the pictures out and spreading them out. "It's the same symbol that was left at every S.H.I.E.L.D. location that's been hit," he explained.
"Do you have any idea what it means?" Sam asked.
Clint leaned back in the chair he had taken a seat in, running a hand over his face. "Yeah," he began, "Unfortunately, I do."
The team sat in silence for a few minutes, expecting Clint to continue, but he never did. "Well? What does it mean?" Tony pressed.
Barton looked at each person in turn, taking in their expressions. "It's-"
Before he could tell them anything, the lights flickered and went out. The room was plunged into darkness, save for the dim glow of the cityscape below filtering in through the window wall, though it wasn’t enough to make out anything of importance. They all stared at one another, not quite sure of what had happened.
"Fuck," Clint muttered under his breath.
"What's going on, Tony?" Steve asked.
"I don't know, Rogers," he replied. “But maybe Barton could give us some insight?”
"Well, well, well," a voice spoke from the shadows. "Am I disturbing your little party here? My apologies, I guess my invitation got lost."
Most of the team stood quickly, taking up a stance ready to fight. Barton, on the other hand, remained in his seat. He knew where this was headed.
"Who are you?" Steve called out.
"Depends who you ask. Some will say I’m an angel, sweet as can be. Others? They say I’m a devil," the intruder responded. "I've been called a misfit, a schemer," the stranger laughed a little. "I've even been called a traitor," she snarled.
"Who are you?" Steve repeated.
"Why don't we find out together?" the voice responded, still hiding.
"Or you could just tell us," Tony quipped. "Save us all a lot of time."
"Oh, I don't mind wasting time," came the response, though it sounded as if they had moved.
Everyone went quiet for a moment, looking around the darkness to try to figure out where the intruder had gone. After a minute or two, the sound of footsteps moving against metal drew everyone's attention to one particular spot.
"Why does it always have to be a game?!" Clint called out. He could hear the person walking on the walkway above where the team stood. "Just tell us what you want. I know who you're looking for, and I promise you won't find a damn thing in the files you've taken."
"Oh, Hawky. I don't need the files for that. My client, on the other hand, will have a field day with some of the stuff I found," she answered.
"Clint?" Steve looked at the archer, "Is there something you'd like to tell us?"
Clint looked at everyone through the pitch black, knowing they were all staring back at him. He couldn't read their facial expressions, but he could tell they were waiting patiently for an answer. Before he could give one, though, the lights flickered back on and revealed the stranger standing on the platform overhead.
She was dressed in black, with gold accents, a quiver of arrows on her back. She had already lowered her hood; her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
"I know you," Bucky spoke up. "You're the Dark Angel."
Steve turned to look at Bucky. "Who?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.
"She's known as the Dark Angel, at least to Hydra. She's an angel of death."
"Come again?" Tony looked at Bucky in disbelief.
"An angel of death? Arguably the best assassin around. Never misses a shot, never leaves a target alive," Bucky continued, ignoring the shocked looks on the faces of everyone else in the room.
Tony was speechless, unable to form a coherent sentence. "How… How do you…"
"We worked together on certain... jobs," he explained before Tony could finish his thought.
"Good," she finally spoke again, "Now, you all know me, and I, of course, know you. So what do you say we-"
"No," Clint cut her off, "No games. I'm done with the damn games." Finally standing from the chair, Clint walked forward and stood in front of the team, looking up at the woman. "You owe me an explanation."
"I don't owe you shit," she snapped in reply.
"You break into S.H.I.E.L.D. locations, leaving that damn symbol in the debris. Then you hack into Stark's security just to leave another damn note behind. Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she asked.
"If it was obvious, I wouldn't be wanting to hear it from you," Clint growled out.
"Fine," she shrugged. "Stark's security? Was just a fun challenge. Proved to myself I could do it, though, huh?" she chuckled. "As for the little ‘notes’ I left behind? I knew you'd see them. I gave you a chance, Hawk. Before anything happened, I gave you a chance. But you couldn't be bothered. So, now I do it my way," she explained.
"What is she talking about, Barton?" Tony demanded. "Who the hell is she?"
"She's his sister," Nat answered before Clint could try to skate around it again.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that right," Tony started. "You wanna run that by me again, please?"
"Nat's right," Clint admitted, nodding in the woman's direction. "She's my sister. And that symbol she left behind everywhere is one we made a long time ago when we were kids. A way for the two of us to communicate, let the other know we were alright without speaking… and eventually without even seeing each other," he explained. "The circle? It's a halo for her. The whole angel bit is one she had long before she went rogue. The arrow is for me."
Harper watched the team as they looked at Clint in disbelief. "But why would she leave it at each location?" Sam asked.
"She was telling me it was her doing the damage. We aren't exactly on the best of terms," Barton admitted.
"What does she mean that she gave you a chance?" Steve questioned.
Clint sighed, "She stopped at my house before she ever hit the headquarters in D.C.”
Harper couldn't help the smile that crept across her face. "You know," she spoke up, "I just came to say hello, knowing you all would be here. But watching you turn on my dear baby brother? Is so much better."
Steve stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he glared up at the woman in front of him. "No one is turning on anyone."
"No offense, Cap, but you don't seem very intimidating," the woman stated. "I mean, you play frisbee, that's it. And your archer there can't even hit me. What makes you think any of the rest of you would even stand a chance?" She smirked at the team, clearly enjoying herself.
"What do you want, Harper Lee?" Clint asked. "Just tell me what the hell you want so we can be done with this," his tone almost begging.
"What do I want? Well, see, I already got all I needed from S.H.I.E.L.D.. So now? Now, I want to go visit some family that I haven't seen in quite a while, baby brother." She looked down at Clint with a smile.
"You don't even know where they are, Harley," Clint replied coldly.
"Of course I do. I know everything, brother," she grinned again. "I really should be going, though. Got lots of things to do, places to be." She laughed as the lights flicked, causing the room to go dark yet again. "See you later, Hawk!"
When the lights came back on moments later, she was gone. The team stood in silence for several minutes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. "You have some explaining to do, Barton," Tony finally spoke up.
"Yeah," Clint mumbled in agreement. "I guess I do." He took a seat in one of the chairs, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
The team sat around in silence for a while, deciding the best way to approach the situation at hand. As usual, Tony was the first to break it. "Alright, I'll say it. What the hell, Barton?"
"Look, I know," Clint replied. "I'm sorry, alright?"
"Why didn't you tell us you had a sister?" Steve asked.
"Didn't seem relevant, I guess," he shrugged. "It's not like we’re close. Until Harley showed up at my house, I hadn't spoken to her in years. Like I said, we're not exactly on the best of terms," he explained.
"Why not?" Thor questioned.
"Harper Lee... Harley and I fell out when we were younger. We had different paths we wanted to take. She's resented me ever since," Clint answered.
"There has to be more to it than that, Barton. She's your sister," Bruce stated.
Clint sighed and said, "She got jealous... when we were teenagers. Our mentor chose me over her, and she hated him for it. But she never forgave me for going along with his choice," he explained.
The team listened intently to his explanation, but Steve was the one who spoke next. "You two were kids, and he made a choice, not you. So, why would she be upset about that?" he questioned.
"Because she was better. And we all knew it."
"Better how?" Natasha asked.
"From the get-go, there wasn't a shot Harley couldn't make. It wasn't just archery either, give her any weapon, and she could wield it like a pro." He paused for a moment before continuing, "But she was fed up with the life we had. She wanted something more, something better. So, Harley got her G.E.D. and joined the Army for a short stint." Clint sighed heavily but continued with his story. "At one point, I thought she was dead. Learned that was a load of shit when Nat and I stumbled on her working with Hydra almost fifteen years ago."
"So she decided to join Hydra to get back at you, for shit that happened when you were kids? That doesn't exactly make sense, Barton," Tony shook his head. 
"Nothing she does makes sense, Stark. It's always a game to her. If it made sense, it wouldn't be Harley," Clint rolled his eyes.
"She doesn't work for Hydra, Stark," Bucky spoke up.
"What do you mean? You're the one that said you two worked together," Tony turned to him.
Bucky nodded, "Yeah, we did."
"Then how can she not work for Hydra?" He questioned.
"The Dark Angel is a freelance assassin. She'd work for S.H.I.E.L.D. if they paid her enough," Bucky explained. "They would hire her for certain jobs, but she isn't solely Hydra."
"Why not?" Tony questioned.
"Because she has no interest in staying in one place. Like she used to say, 'an angel of death goes where they are needed,'" Bucky answered with a shrug.
"So she just wants to kill people?" Steve asked.
Bucky sighed. "Not just anybody. She only takes jobs that she agrees with."
"Look, this isn't helping a damn thing!" Clint exclaimed. "What my sister has done before has nothing to do with right now."
Tony let out an annoyed huff. "Fine. So what do we do about it then? What is her plan? Do you happen to have any insight on that, at least?"
"If I knew what she was planning, I would have stopped her, Stark," Clint bit back, annoyed. "All I know is what Nat discovered," he added, nodding in Natasha's direction.
"And that is?" Bruce asked.
"The agent files that she took all have some connection to Clint's ex-wife, Laura. She was an agent with S.H.I.E.L.D. several years ago and worked on a few projects. But she retired when she and Clint got married," she explained.
"Do you think she's looking for something to do with her?" Steve asked.
"Yeah. But what, I don’t know," Clint sighed.
"What projects did your wife work on that would be of any interest to your sister?" Tony inquired.
"Ex-wife,” Clint clarified before shrugging, “And I don't know. We never talked about work stuff."
"You don't think she'd actually try to find Laura, do you?" Natasha asked.
"There's no way she could. I don't have her information saved anywhere, and S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have her information anywhere either. For her safety and the kids." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration yet again.
"Maybe, but there's no telling how long your sister has been planning this. Especially since we don't know what she is planning," Bucky pointed out.
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this was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning and it shook me so hard I had to make it
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Turning down the akuma pt. 1
*feel free to add*
So, I've been seeing a lot of miraculous salt about Lila and class turning against Marinette lately and I've thought: wouldn't it be hilarious to see Hawkmoth try to akumatize Marinette and fail miserably?
I know it looks like it has nothing to do with this salt, but hear me out:
Marinette, like any other day, comes to school, just a little earlier than usual (to everyone's surprise), only to see her whole class looking at her with anger and accusing her of something terrible she did to their friend Li(e)la.
Which we (and Marinette) know is yet another Lila's lie.
They tell her how they cannot believe she could do something like this to their beloved classmate and how they can't have her as a class president anymore. Matter of fact, they don't even want to be friends with her anymore.
'Cause who in their right mind would want to be friends with a bully, am i right?
And well, Mari is pissed.
She just came to school! She came here to learn something new and fascinating about geometry and how interesting it is to watch some liquid change colors after adding some other as compelling substance to it.
Please, note her sarcasm.
And what she gets in return is some false accusations without any proof, may i add, and her, who she thought were real and trustworthy, friends to turn their backs against her and call her a bully. She just stepped into a classroom and drama already starts. Seriously, give her a break.
So she just stands in front of her whole class, raging in anger, pretty much trying to contain all the things and profanities she could say, that would only make the situation worse and she knows it.
Plus, it would still change nothing, 'cause her classmates are, from what she can see, blinded by Li(e)la.
And then, just like that, they all see a black butterfly flying towards Marinette and sinking into her purse, which then turns black.
They freeze and watch in horror how a purple, illuminating aureole forms around Marinette's kind and warm eyes turning them stone and cold.
Looks, like they know who is next Hawkmoth's victim...
Imagine their shock when they hear her say "No."
And now let's imagine how it was when Hawkie said his speech and all. 'Cause i like deatails, okay.
So i guess it was something like this:
"Ah, welcome, my Queen, it's a pleasure to finally meet you... I know how it feels to be betrayed by people who you thought knew you well enough not to make accusations like that. And that's why i grant you a power to get your sweet revenge on them. The only thing i want in return are Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculouses. So what do you say?"
And, as you probably figured out, she said no.
(The priceless look on Hawkmoth's face. I can't even- )
And from there it would only get better. I mean, imagine the conversation he and Marinette would have, while her class and ms. Bustier, who have arrived at some point, would only hear Marinette's answers, that would be totally out of context.
"Wha- Why?" Hawkmoth asks in a tone, like a kid, whom someone took his favorite toy from or said it's bad to play in mud.
And Marinette replies in a monotone tone, with a bored look on her face "Bitch, it's not the first time i hear this bullshit. I guess i just got used to it. You can't do anything about it, nor can i, so i just let it be. If they want to be on Lila's side and be fed with her lies, then that's what they gonna get, but when they'll come crying to me, I'm not even gonna move a finger to help them."
"Woah, that's kinda cold..."
She smiled a little and let me just tell you her class felt chills running down their spines. It was the scariest thing they've ever seen - Mari with a cold, crooked smirk playing on her lips. It was the first time they thought that their Marinette, their everyday Ladybug, could actually not be as innocent as she looks and that she has a dark side they've never seen before (and they don't really want to) "Aren't you suppose to be the evil one?" she teased him.
And then maybe he smiled a little to himself, maybe he was offended, who knows? "I see... Care to share the whole situation?" He just acts as some kind of her friend and they were on some coffe in a random café, gossiping. Actually he was genuinely curious and the whole situation amused him.
And that's how Marinette starts to rant about all Li(e)la's lies, explaining why each one of them is not true. She pretty much exposes her in front of her whole class, unaware of all the looks her classmates send Li(e)la when they start to notice holes in her lies and realize that Marinette was, in fact, right from the start.
Like, picture this:
"She once told them, she saved Jagged Stone's cat! A cat! He has never ever had a cat! Even better, he is allergic to cats, which he reaveled in an interview, so if they had done some research they would find out it's a fucking lie!"
That's when Alya send Li(e)la a quick glance. Marinette was right. Alya even watched this interview. Now she feels stupid.
"She told everyone she is a model. Then why she's not in any magazine, huh? Or in the internet? When i typed Lila Rossi i got nothing. Yet everyone believes her!"
She's right, Juleka thought. She has never seen her in any magazine Li(e)la claimed to had done a photoshoot for.
"Lila claims to be such good friends with the one and only Laydybug." that's when Marinette laughed and rolled her eyes, but as quick as it happened she turned into this cold version of herself "That's the biggest bullshit i have ever heard. Ladybug has never even said anything about her. She knows Lila only because she saved her from your akumas. Matter of fact, Lila hates Ladybug. I've caught her tearing a picture of LB and saying bad things about her and how much she hates the superheroine."
This time Li(e)la definitely felt eyes on her. Yet she still tried to act like she knows nothing and is innocent. But in her head she cursed Marinette; Li(e)la knew she was screwed.
And that's just a few of many lies Marinette exposed this day.
She also said how Li(e)la harrased Adrien and his personal space. She said how she had seen Li(e)la taking some book from Adrien's bag and later lied about being Volpina. Which was the moment Hawkmoth furrowed his eyebrows. Could it be her who stole his book... Gabriel was not happy with the news. He didn't like how Miss Rossi treated his son. He swore to himself he's going to talk with the principal (aka the only time he acted like a real father). He actually pitied Marinette and what has she gone through.
"I'm sorry to hear it... Marinette." he hesitantly says. Was he actually nice to a person he was trying to akumatize? But he could feel what was she going through, he saw all those things, all those moments and the stress and many responsibilities she had. He definitely did not want to go through what she was going right now.
Marinette smiled a little "Thanks... Hawkmoth."
Hawkmoth sighed. Looks like today there won't be any akuma.
And just like that they were all watching a white butterfly flying away from Marinette's purse and then through the window.
Marinette woke up from her trance and was greeted with a silence from her whole class. The last thing she remembered were the accusations she heard about herself and how all her friends turned against her.
So, her eyes turned cold, something her class wished to never see again, and sat in the back of the class.
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enternalempires · 3 years
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Intruder in the Batcave
This is a Maribat fic, no ship yet (leaning towards it being Jasonette) but here’s part 1! Hope you guys enjoy! Also I am technologically inept, I can’t figure out how to make a link to my Ao3 but if you want to check it out, my username is the same!
Tim was on a coffee high.
Usually this wouldn’t be an issue, he was a coffee addict and he had no shame in that fact even when it made him behave like a drunken— albeit genius— zombie. At seventeen and CEO of Wayne Enterprises he had a lot of work to get done, meaning long hours and even longer headaches.
So he was doing things to keep himself entertained past the freedom of no work that often coincided with being bored.
Such as hacking into the Manor’s cameras and snooping on his family.
Jason, unsurprisingly, was stuffing his face with an unimaginable amount of junk food in their living room while watching Dick and Cass spar— Stephanie laughing and throwing things at them from the side while Babs just trash-talked them with a rather sassy amount of sarcasm.
Damian was sharpening his favorite katana and the rest of his sharp ‘stabby stabs’ as Jay liked to call them— and was scowling that signature scowl as if he knew that he was being watched.
Tim smirked at the glare thrown towards the camera. That little gremlin definitely knew and couldn’t do a damn thing.
Unless, of course, he tried to stab him again.
Alfred was somewhere being, well, Alfred.
Tim, for all his intellect, stopped questioning how the butler and pseudo-grandfather seemed to know anything about everything and before that thing even happened— and seemed to teleport to places randomly, moving quicker than the teenager thought possible sometimes.
But that was just Alfred.
He was the scariest of them all, even though no one said it outloud.
Flipping through the cameras, it takes his brain a split second to back-track to what he saw— or who he saw talking to Bruce in the Batcave. Tim went back to it instantly, turning the volume of his computer up as he tried to process what was happening.
“—you can’t make decisions like this, regardless of what you believe.” His father said, only making his curiosity grow (so of course he did the reasonable thing and sent a live footage link to his sibling’s phones). “This is not your territory, this is not your city, and these are not your people to control.”
“Control?” The girl standing opposite of Bruce, probably no more than five-feet tall and looking no younger than fifteen, hissed with a thick French accent. She had deep blue hair and blue eyes from what he could tell, and she was wearing a red mask with black polka dots and a suit to match. “I don’t want to control anyone, I want to keep them safe! And frankly, Mr. Wayne, you’re nothing but dull if you think that my stance on this matter is unimportant. If you go against me on this, you won’t like what happens.”
Tim watched with wide eyes as this girl— this tiny, young girl who had what looked like a yoyo for a weapon— stood in front of his rather intimidating father and said this without flinching.
He briefly looked at his siblings through the cameras. All of them, even Damian, were watching in shocked silence and bated breaths.
They didn’t know who she was either.
“Are you threatening me, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?” Bruce’s eyes hardened into that familiar Batglare that could send shivers up the cruelest of men’s spines but only made the bluenette smile— which was, admittedly, more terrifying than he would like to admit.
“Leaders don’t threaten people, Mr. Wayne,” She responded. “They only uphold what is right for the safety of their people and follow through no matter the consequences. So, tell me, are you willing to become part of the burden that is placed on my shoulders or will you stay out of my way?”
“You can’t bard my family and our associates from a whole country because you’re scared.”
“You’re right, I am scared.” The girl sighed out, crossing her arms. “But not of you, and not of your family. I am scared for this world and what would become of it if Hawkmoth got in control of one of you. The Kents agreed, the Queens and the other heroes in his and the cities around him agreed. Why can’t you just understand the severity of this?”
Kents. Queens. Heroes.
She, undoubtedly, knew a lot of very dangerous information.
But Hawkmoth? Who was that?
Tim pulled up a search and quickly cross referenced with France, finding a sight called the Ladyblogger and a bunch of news clippings showcasing the notorious Butterfly Terrorist of Paris. He shared that to his sibling’s phones, too.
She was the leader of what the reporter, a young woman named Alya Cesiare, liked to call the Miraculous Team— a bunch of heroes (that typically was just a duo) that fought with the powers of magic jewels that the Hawkie dude wanted?
But no one knew who they were but there was this Marinette Dupain-Cheng in one of the reporter’s videos. That is what his father called her. Cool, cool. She’s a fashion designer but also a superhero.
And, basically, she’s best friends with the chick trying to find out her identity?
But her partner was basically a leather clad furry?
And they’re fighting a magical terrorist named Hawkmoth who deals with neither hawks or moths?
What self-respecting villain names himself that?
“I understand well enough,” His father said, shoulder’s squaring as he met the young woman’s eyes. Abort mission. Abort mission. Don’t make the yoyo-chick angry. “I understand that you are a child meant to be saving the world—”
“Don’t patronize me,” Dupain-Cheng— Ladybug— growled. Tim swore he could feel the power behind her glare from where he was sitting. “I took the mantle of being Ladybug when I was thirteen years old and I became sole-guardian of the Miraculous this year alone. One wrong move and billions can be wiped from existence. I am not savior of Paris, I am not savior of France, I am not savior of the people. I am the savior of life as we know it. I have seen the world drowned and the moon cracked in half in the sky and I have fixed it all alone so that it wouldn’t be our future, so don’t sit there and look down at me because I am a child. Because I am meant to be saving the world. I have saved the world, Mr. Wayne, and I am allowed to tell you what to do to keep it safe.”
Bruce was silent, steely eyes ever leaving the young heroine’s frame and Tim could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. Was his father going to argue more like the stubborn man he is? Adopt her like he did all the too burdened children he came across? Introduce her to them all so he could know what the hell was going on?
“My family will stay out of your way,” He finally said, giving in. “Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I want to be regularly informed about the situation and if there is any way that my partners and I can help.”
“The more anyone knows, the more dangerous it gets,” Ladybug told him. “I appreciate the offer but I won’t be accepting it anytime soon.”
Bruce nods and fixes something on his suit before his and Marinette’s attention get moved to Alfred who comes strolling over to them as if seeing a magical ladybug-themed superhero arguing with Batman was an average, everyday thing.
Alfred’s seen weirder, Tim decides. Alfred has definitely seen weirder.
“Will you be paying me another visit to discuss the restrictions?” His father asks, causing the bluenette to nod her head slightly. “When?”
“My class is on a field trip to WE tomorrow, we won the overseas trip and month’s stay for Gotham Academy so I’ll be here awhile to refine the understanding you seem to lack,” Ladybug just carries on as if she didn’t just poke his ego with a sharp stick. “We can discuss it during the lunch break, if I can slip away from everyone. I’ll bring Chat, too.”
Chat? Right, the leather furry! Her partner that destroys things.
Maybe having so much coffee wasn’t a good thing.
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My thoughts on Chameleon (Overanalysis... kinda)
Before starting let me remember you that: 
Overanalyze: to analyse (something) in too much detail.
So don’t expect this to be super realistic ok? This is gonna be absurdlyyyyyy long and I tend to blow things out of proportion a lot I’m just saying
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So let’s start with the less important and more boring stuff (Actually I’m analysing scenes in order of appearance, but there’s not really much to say about the beginning aside from “Lila is a bitch lol”) 
ok so,
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guys,
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GUYS
Idk if you all have realised that from all the students in the class, they chose to use Sabrina to be serving Lila, which is kinda weird. If you pay attention, it makes sense for all the other people around her to be there (Mylène and Rose love helpinh people, Juleka is always hanging out with Rose, Max is the nerdy type so he probably loves learning about the bs Lila is making up and since Kim isn’t exactly smart he’s fascinated with Lila’s lies too) but SABRINA?!?! That girl is always following Chloé everywhere, one of these two things has to be happening here:
1. Sabrina had an argument with Chloé? I’m sure Chloé wouldn’t let her hang out with other people so easily (She doesn’t have anyone else to be with if Sabrina hangs out with other people)
2. Since Adrien is nowhere to be seen in this scene either I’m assuming both Chloé and he don’t have lunch at school, which makes sense, they’re the rich kids™ . This means this is the only time of the day when Sabrina can spend time with her other classmates, and she’s using it to serve another person, that’s kinda sad.
I think it’s more likely to be the 2nd one, but anyways this could be foreshadowing that we’re not going to see Sabrina with Chloé that much anymore? (Miraculous can be VERY subtle with foreshadowings) 
Honestly, even if Sabrina is the character I like the least, I can’t say I’m not going to be mad if she stops going after Chloé to go after Lila. On the positive side this implies that Chloé would be forced to look for new friends, and obviously she’d go to Adrien, and do you know who Adrien hangs out with???? Yeah you’re right Marinette, Alya and Nino!! Does this mean Chloé could be part of the main squad in the future? :o I mean they already have to deal with her in superhero mode
Ok let’s continue;
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This isn’t really important but lmao I can’t believe Lila has been 5 mins inside the school and she already knows about Mari’s crush, this girl is so obvious
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(FJASHFJDFJHJKFHJSDK HER FACE IM SORRY) 
“I only tell people what they want to hear”
When I heard this line the first time I found it interesting, I wonder if it has to do with Lila’s backstory (If she even has one), or if she has come to the point she believes her lies are true, since she never seems to admit she’s “lying”... This is also what compulsive liars tend to say, but I think we all already knew that she is one lmao
Anyway, shortly after that, Lila switches to this pose:
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(Chloé’s picture is from Season 2, Malediktator)
And as you can see, this pose is Chloé’s pose (Like seriously I can’t be the only one who instantly thought of Chloé when she did that pose). In my opinion this small gesture is trying to tell us that she’s the new rival, kind of like a substitute for Chloé who is now supposedly redeemed, we don’t have to fear Chloé anymore Lila is the new villain in the school and she’s much much worse. (jfhasjkfdhk I just realised right after this scene Marinette says something like “I thought Chloé was evil but Lila really takes the whole cake!” so I guess I was right lol)
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Nothing important, just wanted to mention that she looks like hawkmoth when he says “*Akumatized person name*, I aM hAwKmOtH”,,, I guess that’s intriguing
Ok so after this we have an angry marinette and then a short scene with adrien and lila which I don’t really care about, tho in that specific part, her voice in the english dub sounds so annoying (”sO I hEaRd YoU pLaY pIaNOoOOoOo”)
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Then the episode cuts back to Marinette in the bathroom stall, she’s angry so the akuma comes closer.
I know it’s painfully obvious, but, now we know that akumas fly directly into the miraculous! For some reason I always assumed that if she or adrien were to be akumatized the akuma would fly into Mari’s purse or Adrien’s bag.
Why does this matter? Well, this confirms that Adrien getting akumatized would be much worse than Ladybug getting akumatized, because if Chat was akumatized no one would be able to destroy the miraculous to take the akuma out of it, but if Ladybug was akumatized Chat could use cataclysm and after that and Mari could purify the akuma and everything would be ok again
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YOU CAN GRAB AKUMAS WITH YOUR HANDS 
This might seem silly but this implies that you can fight akumas lol,,, seriously tho I wonder if you can kill akumas or something by crushing them into the wall or stepping on them. This also proves that akumas can’t get into living objects which is great I guess, we don’t want to slice people just to purify an akuma.
Another thing that I have to mention is that she put the akuma in her earring, in. her. EARRINGS. Like at this point I’m sure this is foreshadowing that she’ll get a miraculous, I don’t know how but come on
The first time she got akumatized the akuma landed into a fake fox miraculous
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(Season 1, Volpina)
The second time she got akumatized the akuma got in her bracalet (Turtle miraculous? Anyone?)
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And now it’s her earrings
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Like I don’t know what this girl is planning but I’m 99.99% sure she’ll get her hands on a real miraculous, and it’s gonna be real dangerous if she does. Maybe she gets to steal the Ladybug miraculous? Maybe the Cat one?
(I’m gonna talk about the leak now so skip the next few lines if you don’t want to know) 
Imagine that Volpina gets the Ladybug miraculous and tries to get the cat miraculous by herself without Hawkmoth’s help, Chat being confused asf goes to see Master fu (supposing he finally learns about him), he gives him a miraculous, like he usually does when marinette comes,and Adrien chooses the mouse miraculous. Obviously he gives it to her good fRIEND Marinette.
TALKING ABOUT THE LEAK IS OVER
Dude I love Lila but why does she have to be so evil dammit 
ok let’s proceed
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lmao this screenshot
“Hawkmoth, I am Lila.”
THIS IS SO COOL BECAUSE at this point Lila thinks she’s in control but she’s really not, I’m 100% sure she’ll end up being used by Hawkmoth and then “thrown away”, Hawkmoth  has the powers after all. Yet by not even letting him start talking she’s showing that she thinks she’s superior and that she’s the real villain, she doesn’t even realise that without Papillon she isn’t anything. Can’t wait to see how their relationship evolves or if she’ll really get betrayed by Hawky AAAAAAAAA
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This is not relevant but, honey... What friendship? You (Adrien, not Lila) have ignored him for a whole season.
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THIS. SCENE.
I’m dying because I KNOW this scene means something but I can’t figure it out, doesn’t Lila hate BOTH Ladybug and Chat Noir? Doesn’t she hate all superheroes?? And still, even if she doesn’t, why would she take Chat Noir’s balloons??? WHAT DOES THIS REPRESENT? Maybe there’s nothing behind it?? I don’t know man
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After that Lila throws Adrien (herself) once again from the Eiffel Tower, she knows that Adrien is important for Ladybug, she took the CN’s balloons before, dammit does she know their identities?????? It doesn’t look like it but perhaps she’s the only smart parisian who figured out their identites (I mean, the fact that Adrien and Marinette are the only ones who know she’s lying makes them suspects right?? I feel like I’m reaching with this tbh)
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Lila once again with her superiority attitude and going against Hawkmoth plans, lots of villains do this so it isn’t surprising but still. Interesting how she is convinced she is in control, I’m curious if this “bad attitude” with Papillon will grow bigger and bigger in the rest of the season... I mean, akumatized people always have a little bit of respect for Hawkmoth
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Our boy Nino out here having an existential crisis over losing his cap lol
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Oh BOY we’re going to see much more from Lila in this season. With her and Mayura season 3 is going to get dangerous asf for Mari and Chat. Again, I’m really excited to see what she’s planning, I’m really excited to see what everyone is planning tbh
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And lastly, we have this small conversation between Marinette and Adri. I know that what Adrien said caused a lot of backlash but in my opinion it makes sense. 
At first I thought he said so because it’s unecessary to cause more drama and the class wouldn’t believe her anyway, so what’s really the point? But then I realised he was saying so because of Lila’s probable response, she gets really angry when she gets caught and she wouldn’t even want to admit she was lying even if it were obvious that she was. As Chat Noir, his job is to make people not upset so there’s less akumas, specially Lila since she’s proven that she’s a tough enemy. Also, he’s right about not making the bad guy suffer, it never works so that’s another thing.
ON THE OTHER HAND, I’m convinced that sharing this secret will help them bond, I can see them ranting about Lila’s lies or Adrien comforting Mari when Lila gets her on her nerves. This is not the best way to make evolve the love square but I’m all here for it, even if Lila’s lies are not the best thing to bond over, it’s their little secret.
Maybe when everyone is hanging out around Lila these two will keep company to each other uwu (And probably Chloé, Alya and Nino will end up joining them as soon as Lila mentions the other heroes)
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oh hi there hawky
SO I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this, I’m sure I’ve missed lots of things (Although I skipped some stuff because they’re everywhere on Tumblr already) So please add the interesting stuffs you’ve seen on the episode!! Also feel free to debunk all of what I said!! That’s cool too! Don’t worry I’m not an expert on Miraculous and it’s better not to spread “false” theories
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powerdragonmoon · 7 years
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I want to know your Paon! Nathaneäl and Bee! Chloe Headcannons please! I just saw that you had a hand in Kara's beautiful PaonBee kiss. Also, I'd love to see Chloenath drabbles or anything too. I'll try to comment on your stories ASAP!!
FIRST OF ALL!, **pets head** thank you for initially requesting the great @karawek in the first place with that Paon!Nathanael and Bee!Chloe ask, because look at what beautifulness it gave us all!!! ^__^ i seriously never really entertained the idea of Le Paon!Nath but look how dapper and smooth he looks!?!?! amazing
And I’m so happy you’re asking about our headcannons… my overall ship name for the this ChloNath hatessquare is Buzzkill so that’s the name of the fic… I’m about half way through a first chapter for it but I’ll share some of the notes I got going on!! I’ll tag you once i post the first chapter!
Cracks knuckles… so if you’re interested this is  a-not-so-brief summary of our headcannons thus far … you can read them (there are some spoilers for the fic I’m writing) but if you want to wait for a fic THAT’LL TAKE ME FOREVER TO WRITE or get a head start on everything… it’s your choice :D also if you have any ideas or thoughts send them to me and we can edit this for sure: 
Buzzkill - A Summary 
This is an aged up AU, kids arein final year of school
Over the years, Hawkmoth hasbeen fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir… to similar lack of success as we’ve seenof him so far
Desperate, Hawkmoth decides thathe needs to change up his strategy maybe??? and looks to enlist in getting somehelp in dealing with LB and CN
He starts to look at possiblepeople that could take on the peacock miraculous – someone weak andcontrollable, that he can manipulate to help him, because of cause he’ll needthe miraculous back once he has his wife back
Looks through his mostsuccessful akumas
Volpina- his obvious firstchoice, she hates Ladybug, thereforewould probably be very motivated in his mission. However one fear in giving herthe peacock miraculous, that worries Hawkmoth, is that she would must likelybecome overly attached to the power, and Hawkmoth needs someone he can control,Lila is too unpredictable and unstable.
Dark Blade – almost successful,but as a politician, public figure, and adult, would probably be difficult tocontrol
Lady Wifi – super OP, but tooattached to Ladybug. 
Puppetteer – nah, a kid?Probably wouldn’t make the best henchmen
The Bubbler – no, can’t standthat kid -___- probably wouldn’t take instruction well either… toorebellious  
Mr. Pigeon – just no. That guywas weird
etc, etc, etc… he goes throughlots of past victims… no one seems right for the situation and also needssomeone who can wield the peacock miraculous, so they need to have that certainje ne sais quoi? a creative mind and big heart. 
Suddenly Hawkmoth senses thenegative feelings of someone in the city 
It’s Nathanael … poor boy is having a bad day/week/life
He’s pretty sure his old crush,Marinette, is in love with Adrien Agreste, how can he compete with that?!!? 
His life is not going how heenvisions it in his comics and art. In his comics, he’s a hero, he wins theaffections of Marinette, and he stands up to bullies. But in real life he’s shyand introverted, can barely make it through class without sleeping. AND CHLOEIS A BULLY, mean.
Gets rejection letters for artschools he applied to … this is like the last straw, poor boy 
SAD. MY TOMATO SON IS SAD ANDNEEDS A HUG
EVILLUSTRATOR, Hawkmoth senseshis negative feelings and is reminded of Evillustrator… sigh… such a promisingakuma, the ability to draw up anything?? an artist only limited by hisimagination?? Could make for an interesting Le Paon…
Not only that, but this boy isvery “weak”, someone that Hawkmoth can easily control and manipulate, and evenbetter he can promise him the chance for power and even then if he must, hecan threaten him via blackmail, what better motivation is there than doingsomething in order to keep a loved one safe (Marinette) 
Enter Le Paon!Nathanael Villian 
His mission from Hawky: to capture the Ladybug and Chat Noirmiraculouses… Hawkmoth will send out an akuma to distract them, Le Paon will goin for the kill
Basically do as Hawky says, or bad things will happen
Nath is super bummed, but with the miraculous and power, Nathanael slowly gains confidence inhimself, he is re-given the power to bring to life what he draws like when hewas Evillustrator, but now with a magical peacock quill… he hates to admit it, cause he hates Hawkmoth and everything, but he’s enjoying being Le Paon (apart from the whole evil henchman thing)
He starts to question what Hawky’s plans are with the miraculous… he doesn’t know how powerful they are together (Hawk obviously kept the godlike powers tidbit to himself) but Nathanael starts to get intrigued… questions he’s kwami about it 
Meanwhile…
Queen Bee!Chloe’s Hero Origin
Chloe finds Bee Comb amongsther mother’s old things (DUN, DUN, DUN!!!!) ????
Wants to join Ladybug and ChatNoir team! SUPER PUMPED, this is like her dream come true!!! LADYBUG IS GOING TO BE HER BEST FRIEND FOR REALS NOW
But every time she goes out tofight an akuma, she runs into some peacock a**hole (huhuhu) who is planning onattacking Ladybug and Chat Noir during akuma attacks 
She foils his plan every time,cause she’s awesome
But gets more and morefrustrated though that she can’t manage to meet Ladybug because she’s too busy kickingpeacock boy’s a** 
Also struggling with being ahero that’s going unnoticed, and being a good person, her kwami appreciates hersassiness, but scolds her quite a bit for her “stingy” behaviour
So she tries being a better person as both Chloe and Queen Bee, but hold habits die hard
Also I now present to you TheHATESQUARE – (PLS send help, these ship names are just… well, they’re not good guys! >___
Nathchlo (Nathanael//Chloe)
Chloe bullies and makes fun ofNathanael (kinda like how a preschooler pulls the pigtails of the girl helikes, but grown up), Nathanael does not appreciate the treatment, but afterbeing akumatized (the first time), just tries to stay out of Chloe’s way
However, as he gainsconfidence, over time he starts to stand up for himself and others… and Chloeis like “Uhhh, what now?” **internally** “he’s kinda cute’ *___* wait??! what?!?!
In her civilian form… Chloetries to be nicer… it’s hard. But she starts to become more guilty about all theakumas and hurt she has caused, all the trouble she’s cause Paris, when she always thought of herself as Paris’ Princess, and all the work she’s made for Ladybug
Nathbee (Nathanael//Queen Bee)
Nathanael hates Queen Bee, but in order to hide his identity as LePaon, he tries not to make it obvious… also out of costume he’s not able tofight her, he’s at a disadvantage… but damn if she doesn’t look good in hercostume…
Beon (Queen Bee//Le Paon) OMGPLS I DON’T DO WELL MAKING SHIP NAMES… but uhhhhh, this is the ship we’re allhere for **insert Jason Mamoa gif of him folding out chair to take a seat***
HATE FIGHT HATE FIGHT **angry makeout** HATE, FIGHT (this is theirrelationship in a nutshell)
They fight, they bicker, they border line flirt while trying topunch each other’s face 
This is also kind of an exploration of their characters…Chloe,usually the bully is now face to face with a super villain and it scares herthat she sees a bit of herself in this peacock creep… she tries to get him to see that what he’s doing is wrong… why would he want to hurt Ladybug?? be a hero, not Hawkmoth’s pawn!
Le Paon on the other hand, doesn’t see himself as a Hawky’s henchman… over time he realizes that Hawky isn’t even a threat to him… he’s basically just in it now to keep his miraculous, to keep his powers… because for him, he’s a hero…. who’s to say when he gets the ladybug and chat miraculous that he’ll actually give them to Hawkmoth?? and hey maybe he can add a bright shiny comb to his growing collection… 
Paochlo (Le Paon//Chloe) … actually no, it’s Cholaon (pronounced Cologne cause for some reason I think that’s the funniest thing ever!)
Le Paon HATES CHLOE and is notafraid to show it
Chloe HATES LE PAON and isdefinitely not afraid to show it
This is like the inversebizzaro version of Marichat
Hope you like it!! Pls send me any thoughts/ideas!!! I’m only half way through ch 1 so changes can easily be made… or other writers can soooo go ahead with whatever awesome idea they have!! 
EDIT: We got a first chapter now!! :D posted here on tumblr and also on ao3
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mama-ghostie-61542 · 3 years
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A Thousand Lifetimes
Rated M++ for language and themes
If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE
Sorry for the OOC bits.
Chapter 2
Supper was finished and cleaned up with little in the way of words spoken after that. The evening saw me curling up in my bed with a coffee and the second chapter.
Jooheon PoV--
As soon as we were given our holiday leave, we were talking where we were all going to go. I had saved my days off for three months to have an entire week away. Just the same as I had saved as much as I could to be able to afford that first class ticket. Bryn had sent me half of the money, so that helped. As I packed, I called Bryn, just to verify the time I should get there.
The flight itself was really uneventful...unless you count the attendant openly flirting with me. That guy openly offered things that, umm, weren't on the menu, let's say. Now, don't get me wrong, I love flying first class, and I am used to having underwear thrown at me by western audiences, but getting an invitation to join 'The Mile High Club' by a dude, was a little much for me.
'Would be too much for me too'.
By the time the plane landed in L.A., I was thoroughly embarrassed, and a little pissed off. Then there was a two hour layover until my flight to Chicago. That flight was a lot better than the one from Seoul to L.A. No one bothered me. I was just the Asian guy in first class.
After grabbing my bag from baggage claim, I started to walk down to the pick up and drop off, where she said she would meet me. Bryn told me she has an awful time getting through security checkpoints. The machines pick up the studs on her implants. That was an interesting conversation, I learned my big sister had lost all her teeth due to a strange combination of factors. But, she had gotten it all squared away and everything had healed up a while ago.
'She has implants? Hmm.'
As I turned the corner, I heard a soft whistle followed by Bryn shouting.
"Jooheon! Over here, Lil Man."
'Little? He is at least half a foot taller than you!'
I turned towards the yell, and saw her. The buzz cut threw me for a second. "You cut it all off again," I remarked as I noticed her shoulder length hair was much shorter than our last video chat.
"Yep. Long hair is for men and babies, not ladies. Neither man nor bitch should be able to grab a handful and use it against me," she quipped as she ran her hand over the short, spunky, spikes on her pate. "Got your bag," she asked.
Long hair is for men and babies, huh.
I nodded.
"Cool. My truck is this way," she said as she tilted her head to the side. "Let's blow this pop stand."
"What," I asked, laughing as I followed.
"Let's blow this popsicle stand.'
Turning around and walking backwards, she said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
'See. I do know some idioms.'
Imagine my surprise when what she simply called 'my truck' was a tiny little Chevy Equinox.
As we stowed my bags in the back seat, I said, "Bryn, this isn't a truck."
"Is to me," she replied as we got into the front and buckled our safety belts. When she started up the engine, the cabin was filled with a haunted music. Then she said, as we backed out of the parking spot, "We gotta stop for gas before we hit the interstate, so, I suggest you visit the men's room before we leave. We still have a four hour drive ahead of us."
As she put it in drive, I replied with, "Are you insinuating I can't control myself?"
"No," she said, matter-of-factly. "I am straight telling you that you have a bladder the size of a walnut and you are riding with a fucking camel."
I laughed, 'I agree. That woman can make an eight hour drive with a bottle of pop and never once need to pee. There will still be soda in her bottle, too. She's a fuckin camel.'
As we pulled away from the gas station, and onto the interstate, She commented on my shirt. "That is a nice color on you, by the way."
"Thanks. I like red."
"I know. Just never had you pegged as a guy who actually looked good in maroon."
I looked down at my shirt. "It's red," I replied.
"No, Dear, it's maroon."
"Agree to disagree. How many times have I told you to just call me 'Honey'?"
"It weirds me out to call my little brother "Honey'. That's a word meant for a significant other. The closest you will EVER get is Dear. Ah! I know! Wanda," she laughed.
"Absolutely not," I laughed, "but I can see your point," I said, as I looked out the window for a minute, "How is Clark taking it?"
'Who is this Clark, guy?'
"Your visit? We got in a screaming match. It all boils down to the fact you are a guy."
"Wow," I replied then shook my head. Clark was one of those super insecure guys who saw everyone as a threat. "So it didn't and doesn't matter that the mere idea of being anything other than an adopted brother makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with a blunt object."
"Nope," she replied. "You're a dude, and dude's only think about getting 'stuff' from girls."
'Ok, so she is safe with Honey. Good to know.'
I gagged and covered my mouth, "Icky. Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit," I said then shuddered.
"Hey," she chuckled. "No pukin' in my truck," she quipped as she smacked my arm.
"Are you allowed to have gay friends?"
"He doesn't like them either. He would be completely happy if I had no friends at all."
"That is what I call possessive."
"That is what I call fucked up," she replied. "Getting a little sick of the double standards. He can have all the friends he wants, but I have lost most of mine, thanks to him."
"Well, you can't lose me. You are stuck with me now."
"Good to know."
"You know I love you, Sissie," I squealed as I laid over onto the console.
"Yeah, I know. Sadly," she replied and then smiled at me before focusing on the road.
After a few miles, I asked, "So he cost you your friends?"
Sighing, she replied, "Yeah. The only ones left are Lynn and Shayne. He tried to get rid of them, but Shayne threw a fit."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Shayne told him to shut up before he knocked him out. I mean, we have been friends for 33 years and nothing has ever happened. EVER. And I like Lynn."
"Lynn?"
"Shayne's wife. She is awesome!"
"So, do I get to meet the family this week?"
"Nope," she replied. "Ian, Allen, and Jason all have wives that don't like Ma...or me, much. And Los lives in Texas with his wife and their boys, so I don't get to see him much anyways. Costs a ton to board the boys for a visit"
"Los," I asked. I had heard her refer to him, but didn't really know much, other than he was the only biological brother. "I thought he couldn't have kids?"
"Carlos. Most of the family calls him Junior. Juan Carlos Jr. And he can, she can't. The boys are their pitties."
"Wow. What was his mom smoking," I asked.
Bryn smiled, "Don't know, but I wish she would have shared."
"Why?"
"My full name."
"What is it," I asked, mentally preparing myself for the answer.
"Bryn Markham is just the name I write under. Bryanna Ellyen Velvet Colline Brusher nee Loveland, legally. I go by either Annie or Bry, depending on who it is. My parents STILL call me by my full name," She replied, her embarrassment pinking her cheeks slightly.
I grabbed the pad and pen from beside my bed and wrote down the name quickly.
"Oh my god," I laughed.
"Could have been worse, though. If I had been a boy, my dad wanted to name me either Benjamin Abraham or Joshua Earl."
I couldn't help the snort that came out, right before I broke and laughed. I was laughing so hard I was starting to tear up a bit.
"Yeah. Haha. Laugh it up," She said as she rolled the window down a few centimeters and grabbed an ash cup from the rear cup holder. Then, Bryn grabbed the tin of smokes out of the console and lit one up.
"Hold up. You smoke?"
That explains the smell, sometimes.
"Not anymore. Used to, but I found this mix when I quit. I smoked because of my temper, and this mix helps. It's better than looking at the world through two panes of glass and chicken mesh cause I lost it and gave some dumbass what they really deserved."
I looked at her confused.
"A high five...in the face," she said as she glanced at me, "with a chair," Bryn deadpanned as she watched the road.
I snickered a little before I said, "Really?"
"Yeah. More than just a pretty face, little brother," She laughed as she playfully slapped her cheek.
As we settled in to the drive, I realized how much she looked like the girl in Kihyun's dreams. Granted, I could just be seeing what I wanted to see.
They both need someone awesome.
Bryn PoV--
We made it to the house in a little over 3 hours. As usual, Clarkie was pissed. This time cause I actually went and picked up my brother. I guess, he thought if he raised enough of a stink, I would do what he wanted. But, I had a bad habit of never staying in his happy little shell. Mostly because it felt like a cage and I hate to be hemmed in.
He has always said that I need safety and security, but his idea of it is a cage, fences to box me in. My idea was more like a safe place to bed down after a run with the moon, and the freedom to run and stretch out; to sprawl all out and wait for nightfall.
But, Hawkie, has always known its a nice place to land. But that's the way our connection worked, neither one of us had to say much, we just did and it all fit.
I couldn't help but think how wrong this Clark guy was. A spirited filly like that needed plenty of room to run, to roam, or she got stifled. She was right, my idea of security was always just having a good place to land.
As we walked inside, I said, "Look guys, Uncle Jooheon is here."
All three of my kids suddenly insisted on 'Uncle Joey' being his new name; even though I had been coaching them for weeks as to how to pronounce it the right way.
Grimacing, I said, "Sorry, Bud. It appears you have been graced with a new name. In the old ways, a new name is given at the time of adoption. So it looks like it's official. Welcome to the family."
"Hey. I don't mind. There are worse things to be called. Joey works," He chuckled as he shook his head, "At least it's close. I am honored to officially be part of the family."
"Don't get too comfy. Ma picks out middle names at random. So if you ever hear 'Joe' followed by some random Western name, just go with it. And if she whips out the right pronunciation and a random middle name, you are entirely on your own."
"If it's Ma, I would probably answer to it, just to keep her happy," He quipped back.
"It's better that way. She used to call Jamen, the ex, Lynn."
He let loose a belly laugh that had me laughing.
"Seriously," he asked as he wiped his eyes.
"Oh, Yeah. He used to get soo mad."
I laughed at Bryn and Honey and how they acted. Then, I thought about trying that name out in the morning.
As I laid there, curled up and ready to sleep, I felt her. She brushed my hair out of my eyes and whispered softly against my forehead, "You sleep, my love. I'll keep watch."
I fell asleep to her whispering something to me, soft and slow, in a language I couldn't understand. I knew it was no lullaby. It felt more like a blessing, like a prayer. I felt more at peace in that moment than I had for weeks. That night, the nightmares did not haunt me.
The next morning, as we all got around for the day, I took the chance.
"Hey, Joey."
All of the guys stopped.
Honey turned to me, "What did you call me."
"Story said she coached her kids for weeks. They all had it right, but, the minute you walked in the door it was 'Joey'."
"Really," He said as he looked kind of confused. "Joey?" He just snickered and smiled. "Babies. What can ya do," he laughed.
"If what she wrote is true, in her culture, when a person is adopted, they are given a new name. 'Joey' happens to be yours. Not to mention that 'Honey' weirds her out."
The expression on his face dropped. Confusion colored his face for a moment, then the look of understanding followed, "Ahh. Smaller and close to the original so the kids can learn it. Also, so the adults understand that with the small nickname, everything is ok, but the full version, pronounced right, means 'Shut up and listen'. Got it."
"Did you miss the adopted part? She knows!"
At almost two in the afternoon here, I heard her whisper, 'I'm off to bed.' as I felt her presence close to me. Next, came the burn on my cheek, followed by her soft, 'Goodnight, Love.'
Since I was finishing up my lunch, I decided to reach for her. 'Rest well, my queen. You have more than earned it today,' I said as I brushed her hair away from her face. She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I almost couldn't wait for the day when I could physically hold her again.
A/N--Still in hell.
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ok but it would be hilarious
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Uijeongbu🍸33 🏥 Doctor 👨‍⚕️ 1950
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gripping the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror: so many idiots have masters degrees. i CAN be next. i CAN.
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