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Fukuzawa Yukichi is your exam supervisor, and must determine, if you are a good cuddler

Self-Aware! Fukuzawa Yukichi x GN! Reader

Description: You knew, that "Cuddle Night with Dazai" won't be a secret for too long. You didn't expect, that Fukuzawa will be the first one, who spoke about it

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Warning: OOC. English is my second language. Fluffy. Multiple cuddle sessions.

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You looked at the small stack of papers with an owlish expression. The words "Cuddler Exam" were written in bold letters on the top of the first paper sheet.

You looked up at Fukuzawa. The president of Armed Detective Agency (rebranded as "Private Investigation Bureau" in this world), as always, looked calm and serious. Like.he didn't just give you that stack of papers.

"What." your question sounded flat, but it was a question. Fukuzawa leaned forward, towering over you. He tapped his fingers against the first paper sheet.

"Dazai told everyone about your cuddle session. I decided to use it as an opportunity to hold a "Cuddler Exam" for you." Fukuzawa managed to keep a straight face and serious voice. And you didn't learn anything new. You weren't surprised, that Fukuzawa knew about "Cuddles with Dazai". If Dazai had a megaphone, he would yell into it, to be sure, that everyone knew about cuddles. But, why hold an "exam", what will "exam" even be, and why Fukuzawa decided to do it in a first place.

"I don't follow." you shake your head. Fukuzawa, without batting an eye, took the first list from the stack. You saw, that on the second paper, were scrabbled more text.

"I want to determine, if you have requirements on being a good cuddler. Cuddlers in ADA should be professionals." explained Fukuzawa. "I will be your supervisor. After you finish all tasks, I will proclaim my verdict on your cuddling skills."

You can't help, but ask.

"Um... How many cuddlers before me have taken that exam?" You can't imagine anyone from BSD Cast doing it. Well... Maybe, if you will be an exam supervisor...

Fukuzawa shook his head.

"No one. You will be the first one to take it. And your results will determine the future requirements for a passing score."

How? Just how in the world Fukuzawa can say something like that in a straight face?

"And if I fail? Or refuse?" The whole idea was strange, but you can't help, but be curious.

"It will mean, that all cuddling sessions will be strictly held in your room. After exam, you will have an opportunity to cuddle with others in different places." Fukuzawa quickly reassured you.

You had a nagging feeling, that Fukuzawa just wanted to cuddle, but tried to keep it cool, and, instead of asking for them straight, created an entire exam.

Well, why not amuse him?

"I will do it."

Fukuzawa's stoic expression changed. Now he was smiling at you.

"Good. I will judge you fairly. You will find all tasks on the papers I gave you. Do your best, kitten."

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"Task № 1. Cuddles on the workplace. Requirements: exam supervisor should be able to do their paperwork, while enjoying cuddles."

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You sat on Fukuzawa's lap. You were facing him, his legs were between yours. Your face was pressed against Fukuzawa's left shoulder, and your arms were around his chest.

In his right hand, he was holding a pen, doing paperwork.

Fukuzawa's left arm pressed you firmer against his body. His fingers were running up and down your back. You heard, how Fukuzawa sighs, quickly nuzzling your hair.

Fukuzawa didn't say a word, continue doing his paperwork.

You fight an urge to give Fukuzawa a few kisses. The point of that... "exam task", was to let Fukuzawa do his paperwork. And kisses will make the task impossible.

The door in Fukuzawa's office opened. Someone walked into the room.

"Sir, I have brought reports you asked for." You didn't need to turn your head to look at Kunikida, to guess, what emotion he had on his face. A poor hidden jealousy under the mask of indifference.

Fukuzawa's voice rocked his chest.

"Good, you can leave them here."

Kunikida's steps sounded closer. He put documents on Fukuzawa's table. A minute passed, and Fukuzawa put his hand on your head.

"Do you need something else, Kunikida? I am in a middle of exam."

"No, it's nothing." Kunikida mumbled and left the office, closing the door behind him.

"It was on purpose, right?" asked you, looking up at Fukuzawa. He pressed you firmer against his chest.

"Hush. You are in the middle of an exam."

You can imagine a slight smirk on Fukuzawa's face. It was on purpose.

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"Task № 2. Appropriate cuddle outfit. Find an outfit for an ultimate cuddle session."

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You made a mistake by choosing a cat kugurumi.

It was soft, warm and cute. Great for cuddles.

At first, Fukuzawa was quietly staring at you. At kitten face on the kugurumi's hood. At white "belly", at tabby "fur".

Then you were pressed against Fukuzawa's chest. He was cradling you in his arms. With one hand he was playing with your hair, with the second hand he was rubbing your tummy.

You felt like a cat, that was caught by an affectionate cat lover.

"Passed this one with a flying colors." Fukuzawa carefully pinched your cheeks.

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"Final task. Just... cuddle with me. Please."

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It was dark in your room.

And you were cuddling with Fukuzawa.

Fukuzawa was a big spoon. A very affectionate big spoon.

He was hugging you with both hands. You nuzzle Fukuzawa's chest. You felt safe.

A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head. Fukuzawa's fingers ticked your cheek. Warm breath tucked your ear, followed by a small kiss.

"You know, that you could just ask for cuddles..." whispered you, leaning towards Fukuzawa's palm. He chuckled, kissing you on a forehead.

"I still got what I want, so, it's a winning situation." Fukuzawa's hold loose for a moment. But, after he put covers above you two, he immediately hugged you again.

The warmth, the darkness, the safeness.

You looked up, and left a few kisses on Fukuzawa's chin. His fingers ran through your hair. Fukuzawa hugged you closer.

"Put your arms around my neck." Fukuzawa's voice was barely a whisper. You did as he asked.

His fingers danced up and down your arms. Fukuzawa placed a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Go to sleep, [Y/N]. My cuddly kitten." you raised an eyebrow, waiting for Fukuzawa to say something more. He rolled his eyes. "My exam passing Cuddler Kitten."

You giggled, closed your eyes and snuggled up to Fukuzawa. He sighed, nuzzling your hair. He whispered.

"Dazai is not the only one. I also love you."

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by-seven · 1 year

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Pretty please I was thinking Xavier Thorpe x Reader sort of based off ‘You Belong With Me’ By Taylor Swift and it’s basically just Xavier’s best friend pinning to him their entire lives and has to suffer in the side lines of him and Bianca’s relationship while their friendship slowly dies only to be reignited after Xay and Bianca break up and maybe ‘prom’ could be the Rave’N dance?

think i know it's with me (oneshot)

resp : this trope be hitting like a brick. idk if i can write it as good as it's supposed to feel but here's my take on it!!

word count: 3, 169 (what the actual fuck)

angst, fluff, Bianca is only mentioned

(i forgot about the prom thing oh my god)

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

"Oh please, it wasn't even that bad. Your humor's not that great, Principal Weems could probably make me laugh faster than you ever could." you say in between bites of the pizza you were sharing with Xavier in the quad.

"I don't know, man. Principal Weems can't do the griddy as good as I can." he supplied, trying to sound present but you know from the slight scrunch of his eyebrows that he's thinking of something else.

Xavier Thorpe has been your friend ever since you were both still in your diapers. You could say best friend and it wouldn't be wrong but he'd probably disagree and call you his glorified armrest (given the fact that he could very easily rest his arm on the top of your head) to annoy you.

Right as you were about to do another dig at his (not-really-dry) sense of humor, his phone started ringing.

You rolled your eyes and looked away after Xavier gave you a look that spelled out i'm sorry i have to take this call and also help me i think i'm fucked.

He was right, he was incredibly fucked. That one annoying ringtone has served as an omen of an impending argument with his oh so perfect siren goddess girlfriend, Bianca Barclay.

Looking back at him and finding him still looking at you, you raise your brows in question, "Go ahead, Xavier. Answer the call of the hell-bringer."

Breathing in and doing a heavy sigh, Xavier answered the call. The phone wasn't even on speaker but Bianca's voice sounded like it came out of a megaphone.

"That was way out of line, Xavier! You may be my boyfriend but it doesn't give you the right to make fun of my appearance."

"Bianca, I literally only said that your eyes looked like that one Miley Cyrus meme. It's not that deep." You had to hold in a laugh as you heard the incredibly shallow reason that sparked the argument.

"But if it made you feel bad, then I'm sorry. I..." you turn to him with a look of confusion, after all why is he apologizing when he did nothing wrong? But Xavier just met your gaze and then looked away. "I apologize."

"This is the second time this week that you've made me feel bad, Xavier."

Getting frustrated you stand up and fix your uniform, getting ready to leave your best friend to talk with Bianca. Xavier notices, looks up at you and grabs you by the wrist. He mouths, 'please stay.'

Taken back by the sudden touch of his hand on yours, you froze where you stood.

"I know, I'm really sorry. Let's meet at the Weathervane tomorrow? Grab some coffee and talk about it."

You harshly forced your hand out of his and walk away, heading to your room. Upon reaching the doors to the dormitories, you hear footsteps behind you. Turning around, you were faced with Xavier.

Panting and standing right in front of you closely (too fucking close), he opens his mouth to speak. Before he could, though, you turned back around and made your way up the stairs.

"Hey, hey." He calls after you but you just continued to go up the stairs.

He calls your name and grabs your hand, and that made you stop. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong is you forgetting about our plans for tomorrow, Xavier. We were gonna celebrate my debate win, remember?" You wince, realizing how bad your words sound. They sound so desperate, so trivial.

"I promise I'll make it up to you. I just.. I really need to fix this stuff with Bianca."

You hummed in response, but nodded anyway. After all, you didn't have the right to be mad.

Xavier lets you go, sensing that you need some time alone to process your emotions. You make your way to your room, thankful that Yoko wasn't there to witness the emotions you let out.

The friend can't compete with the lover after all.

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I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do

The day after, Xavier got back from the Weathervane exhausted. The remnants of his date making their presence known with the way he speaks during your phone call.

Not wanting to tire him further, you settled for a Spotify session instead. You two take turns showing each other songs that the other might like and adding them to a collab playlist. It's become a habit of yours to sketch while on Spotify sessions with Xavier, so along with the music came the faint scratching of your pencil on paper.

You had to listen with your headphones though, as Yoko was also doing something on her side of the room and you don't want to disturb her.

"Okay, okay but listen to this one by Matt Maltese." You say as you changed the song from Fallen Star by The NBHD to Everyone Adores You.

Everybody thinks of you when they sleep at night

When I say 'everybody', I'm actually referring to me

As you hum along, a faint echo of the song plays from the room in front of yours. Across your window, Xavier was listening along.

"That was another good one. I have one that I think you'll like up next but don't look at the queue."

"Hmm? Okay, if you say so."

The song you played comes to an end and a song by Cigarettes After Sex starts to play. Your sketching stopped, seemingly in sync with the increase of your heartbeat.

Opera House was playing as you placed you pencil down and closed you eyes.

"So, do you like it or...?" Xavier asks after the obnoxious loss of your rambling.

He calls your name out again, and you notice how it sounds so different coming from him. How it sounded so divine, like it was a sound made just for him to speak.

"Ah, um. Yeah, I love it, actually. I didn't know you listened to Cigarettes After Sex?" you ask, trying to fill in the silence on your part.

"I've just started listening to them. Noticed you liked them a lot so I decided to give them a try."

You hum in response, unable to focus as you process the lyrics of the song.

I was meant to love you and always keep you in my life I was meant to love you, I knew I loved you at first sight

Did he listen to the lyrics before? Or did he just send you this because he liked the way it sounds? So many questions popping up, one after another. You snapped out of it when you heard him calling your name again.

"Bianca's calling me.." He says reluctantly, waiting for your reply.

"Oh, okay. Um, it's fine. It's getting late anyway. Have a good talk. Good night, Xavier."

"Thanks for tonight. Bye." The end-tone plays momentarily. You take off your headphones and tidy up your table.

"Are you sure you two are not dating?" "HOLY FUCK!" "Cause like, that's definitely not just-friends behavior." Yoko blurted out of nowhere, startling you.

"NO! No, definitely not. He's dating Bianca." You say as you make your way to your bed.

"Oh, shame. You two would've made a better couple."

We would've. We could've. But I just didn't have the guts to tell him how I feel.

"Hmm." You hummed in reply. "Good night, Yoko."

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Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy?

"Anyways, I just feel like Miss Thornhill's too stressed about the RaveN. She's been dropping things a lot during class right?" You say as you kick the poor lonesome pebble you found on the pavement along with you as you walk on the campus paths.

"Dude, I got startled when she dropped that pot with the black dahlia. Heard she was taking good care of it too." Xavier replies, to which you chuckled because to say he was startled is an understatement.

"Startled? You literally kissed the table when it happened, that's what you get for dozing off."

"The table was lucky that day then."

"Oh please, you think too highly of yourself."

"The truth is the truth."

"And all you've been saying are lies. Anyway, we're here. Let's sit down before we miss it!" You say as you approach the bench facing away from the main building. The sky was clear and there were no obstructions blocking your view of it. You both sat on the bench and looked up, waiting for the meteor shower.

You take your earphones and plug it in your phone. You look to your side and see Xavier holding out his hand, asking for the other earbud.

"Oh my fucking god. The Xavier Thorpe asking to share earphones with a girl that's not his girlfriend? I can imagine Sinclair's face if she finds out. And Bianca's too." You exclaim jokingly as you hand him an earbud.

"Everyone knows we're close friends, so it doesn't really matter."

friends. doesn't really matter.

"Oh, yeah." You hope you didn't sound disappointed. " Of course."

You put your playlist on shuffle and look up at the sky as Affection by Cigarettes After Sex plays.

It's affection always, You're gonna see it someday My attention's on you Even if it's not what you need

I think of you, I want you too, I'd fall for you

The universe is cruel, you concluded. Why would this song play, out of all the songs in your playlist, right now? At this very moment, when you're alone with your best friend whom you've liked for years now. it's like a forceful confession brewed by the universe.

"Look! It's so pretty." You exclaim, pointing to the first glimmer of light from the sky.

"I know, it really is pretty."

You look at Xavier, finding him not looking up at the sky but at you. He quickly looks up though, but you still caught the way his eyes lingered just a bit too long on yours.

Maybe the universe isn't that cruel after all.

"By the way..." "Hmm?" "I know I promised you that we'd go to the RaveN together this year, but.."

And there it is, but. You didn't have to guess to know why.

"Bianca wanted to be my date for this year. I hope you understand."

You look away, trying to make the sting from your eyes go away. It was expected, how could you be so dumb to even think that he'd go with you?

"Yeah, it's fine. I figured you'd go with her. Have fun at the party then." You looked back at him after wiping your eyes, hoping that the tears weren't obvious.

"Tha- wait. What do you mean 'have fun at the party'? Your'e not going?" He asks, his face and voice laced with confusion (and disappointment, but maybe you'd imagined it).

"No, I'd look so miserable going alone. Plus, I have to finish my book." You give him a smile, hoping that it looks genuine.

"Are you sure? I can ask Ajax to take you-"

"God no, Enid would claw my eyes out." You laugh, but it sounded dry. "I promise, it's fine."

"Nothing I can do to change your mind? I can ask Bianca if I can go with you."

"No, Xavier. You have to go with her, she's your girlfriend after all. I'm just your friend, you should go together."

You tried not to take notice of the way your own words stung. (And how it seems to have hurt Xavier too, the way his brow scrunched when you said just friends was not exactly subtle)

"Oh, okay. Yeah, you're probably right." He sighs and looks up at the sky. You look up too.

"Fuck, clouds covered our view."

"We should probably get inside, it's 3am. And it's starting to drizzle." You say, standing up. The drizzle was staring to get heavier and your clothes were getting wet. you were pretty sure you were gonna get a cold.

You noticed Xavier taking off his coat and before you could protest, he's already put it over your head to shield you form the rain.

"But what about you?" You ask him, worried.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He assured you. You then made your way back to the dormitories.

Xavier insisted on dropping you off right at your door, so that's what he ended up doing.

"Thanks for the botched meteor shower observation, idiot. And thanks for letting me borrow your coat."

"Wow, some actual kind words from you? The world must be in trouble." He says sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up Thorpe. You should get going now, we have a 7am period tomorrow."

"Oh fuck you're right! Bye."

"Night." You say as he turns to leave. You close the door gently, so as not to wake Yoko.

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And you've got a smile That can light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while Since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

"Hey, you okay?" You ask Xavier. You're getting worried, he' s been in a sour mood all day. Not even bothering to talk to you, or to anyone at all. You knew it had something to do with Bianca, as you heard them screaming at each other in his room.

"Yeah, 'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Like, really sure?"

"Damn it, I said I'm fine okay?! Why can't you understand that? You're getting so annoying, it's so infuriating. Why can't you understand that not everyone wants your sunshine personality all the time? You are so irritating."

Frozen in your seat, you look at him with wide eyes. Xavier has never lashed out on anyone, especially at you. So this caught you by surprise.

You didn't even notice you were crying until he looked at you. His face was a mixture of shock and disbelief (you hope it was aimed at himself).

He says your name, but it didn't sound nice anymore. It sounded like a bad omen, like a dark cloud that promises a storm and you were a girl with a body made of paper.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"I didn't mean to annoy you. I'm sorry, I'll leave." You say, frantically walking to your own room. You were walking too fast, your eyes blurred by your tears that you tripped on the stairs. You had a cut on your forehead, but the physical pain couldn't combat the pain you felt inside you.

As you curled up in your bed, missing your classes for the rest of the day, you hoped that Xavier would show up at your door. Knowing him, he'd probably apologize a thousand times.

You waited hours, the mid-afternoon light fading into the bluish glow that 6pm brings but Xavier still hasn't knocked.

Maybe you never really knew him after all.

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You were looking at the sky from the rooftop of the academy, watching the sunset paint the sky with different shades of love.

Purple. Blue. Red. Orange. Pink

You feel the presence of another coming up from behind you, making you turn around and whip your arm out as a defense mechanism.

Xavier catches your hand, lowers it but never letting you go. His hold loosening but his touch never leaving.

You look at him properly, his eyes heavy with tiredness. It's been a week after he lashed out on you. A week of no contact. A week of pure torture. Within a week, the cut on your forehead has now turned from red to a dark brown. The cut on your heart hasn't healed as fast the the one on your forehead.

"Let go." You ask him but he doesn't budge.

"Xavier, let go. Please." And then he did. Your arms now hung uselessly beside your body, and you hate the way they crave the warmth of his hands.

He says your name, it feels like a trigger as been pulled and the gun was pointed at your chest.

"Please-"

"I heard about what happened. If you're here to blame me for your breakup with Bianca, then leave. She's already done that, I don't need you to repeat the shit she said."

"Listen, I'm sorry. Yes, we broke up but this is not about that."

"Then what is this about?"

"Us. About me and you. I'm sorry I said all those hurtful things to you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I wouldn't dare to hurt you. I was just so stressed, with Bianca and the truth."

"What do you mean, Xavier? Stop speaking in riddles."

"Bianca. I think she used her abilities on me. I saw her siren song one of her friends to do what she wants and I realized that what if she did it to me? It all makes sense, when I'm with her it's like my body is on autopilot. Like, I can't control the things I do. But when I'm with you it's like I'm myself, you know? I was so fucking confused, but now I see the truth."

You couldn't speak. Couldn't even utter a single word. To say you were speechless is an understatement.

Xavier steps closer to you, the tips of your shoes touching. He holds your arm with one hand gently and tips your head up to meet his gaze with the other.

"It's you. It's always been you. Whenever I wanted to draw or paint, I'd find myself making portraits of you. I started listening to the songs you liked. I turn around when I hear your name. God, it was so fucking obvious. It's you."

His hand slides down from your arm to your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I think I know where I belong, now." He says, smiling. The most genuine smile you've even seen him give. And as you stare into his eyes, they seemed to pull you in.

You never learned how to swim but you wouldn't mind drowning in his eyes. You never liked to drink but you wouldn't mind getting intoxicated by his presence.

Xavier Thorpe, the man you've pined for. The man you've watched from the sidelines. The man you love, now finally yours.

You stared at his eyes, then at his lips. Before you could move, his lips meet yours and it's like an explosion of colors and all things nice. You bring your hands up to his hair, burying your fingers in the softness of them.

Breathless and lovesick, you break away from him and smile. Blissfully, you say:

"Think I know it's with me."

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #reader insert #wednesday tv series #what the fuck i strayed away from my plotline #this doesn't make sense but i've already written it

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dickgraysonwayne · 1 month

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Figured Out

Ao3

Summary: Being Batman’s most trusted is not all it’s cracked up to be. Young Justice cartoon verse, season 1

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 4: Batman’s Most Trusted | Trauma Reveal | Reverse Robins

“Hey, Rob? Will you come see this?”

Wally’s voice sounds hesitant. Which usually means something extra bad is going down.

Dick makes a beeline past M’gann and Artemis on the couch, dodging Superboy right beside them. “Sorry!” He chants. “Sorry! Just gotta get to th—oh.”

Oh, man. This sure is extra bad.

Wally’s staring at the wall mounted TV, looking grim. It’s playing a news story, live from Gotham. Police cars surround City Hall, armored trucks stretched out at every direction. A group of men, armed to the teeth, stand at the entrance of City Hall, one of whom has stepped forward with a megaphone. Batman stands near the steps, arms up, staring coolly at the barrel of the gun aimed in his direction.

Scrolling text across the bottom of the screen proclaims: CITY HALL TAKEN HOSTAGE, BOMB FOUND IN UPPER FLOORS

The leader of the hostage takers raises his megaphone to his lips. “Batman,” He booms out. “You have the code we want. If you do not give it to us in a three hours’ time, then we blow up the building, and everyone in it.”

He taps the side of his head, where a gray metal box is infused to his temple. “And don’t think of lying to me. I can read your thoughts.”

“Here,” A piece of paper is placed in his hands. “This is a code. I need to keep it safe. Keep it on you and don’t lose sight of it, no matter what.”

Oh. Oh shit.

Dick turns instantly. “Where’s Kaldur?” He asks. “We should—I mean, I should…I should go. I need to help him. Batman, that is. I need to go help—”

“I’m here,” Kaldur says, running into the room. He’s already suited up. “Just saw the news. I’m going to go talk to Red Tornado, get this to the Justice League. If needed, we’re ready to provide backup, but Superman alone could help out…”

“And I thought I was fast,” Wally comments. Everyone ignores him.

Dick shakes his head. That’s a non starter. “Kaldur,” He says. “The League’s out on a space mission. Batman told me this morning.”

“Why?” He stares down at the paper in his hands. “What is this?”

“Aw, damn,” Wally mutters. M’gann covers her mouth with her hand.

“So, what does that mean?” Artemis asks, looking between them. “Does that mean we go in and handle this?”

“We gotta,” Dick says, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “I mean. I gotta. You guys don’t have to—”

“Don’t be stupid, Rob.” Wally says. Superboy nods in assent. “Of course we’re coming. It’s our job.” Wally looks at Kaldur, inclining his head. “Right?”

Kaldur hesitates. “I…” He says, conflicted. “I think we should. However, I need to make sure that we’re prepared, I don’t want anyone getting hurt on my watch.”

“C’mon Kaldur,” Dick pleads. “This is why we’re here, right? Sidekicks are around for when superheroes are doing something else, right? So let’s sidekick and…kick sides.”

Kaldur wants to go in too. Dick sees it in his eyes.

“I’ll probably go in anyway,” He warns. “Because, you know. Gotham business and all.”

This gets Kaldur. “Fine,” He sighs. “You’re right. We’re here to cover for anything the Justice League can’t handle. This very much falls in our purview.”

Dick nods. “Thanks, guys,” He says. “But. I mean. There’s kind of an extra element to this.”

“Just keep it,” Confused, he hides it in his pocket. “I’m trusting you to keep this safe. Do the right thing.”

“What do you mean?” M’gann asks. “Because it’s Batman?”

“I mean,” Dick says. “Sure. But there’s something else too. I’ll explain on the way, but we gotta go. We gotta go now.”

“So,” Artemis says, eyes locked on the world below the bio-ship. “You have what those guys are after, huh?”

“Yeah,” Dick says. His fingers clench inside his gloves. “At least, I think so? Batman gave it to me this morning. All casual-like too. I didn’t think it was something like this…he just handed me a piece of paper and told me to keep it safe. Why he didn’t put it in the cave instead, I have no idea—anyway. I’m literally the only person who had this info so I think I’m needed there right now.”

Wally gives a low whistle. “Well, damn,” He says, shaking his head. “Classic Batman, huh? His secrets have secrets.”

“Wally!” M’gann hisses, but Dick can only chuckle without humor.

“He’s not wrong,” Dick says, shrugging. “Everything’s need to know with him. Even if it’s something I need to know. Especially if it’s that.”

“He trusts you,” Superboy says, simple, direct. “He wouldn’t have given you that information if he didn’t.”

“Still,” Artemis says, hesitant. “Kind of a dick move. Sorry, Robin.”

Wally and Dick exchange quick, amused glances. “No arguments here,” Dick says. He frowns. “But, like. You guys know Batman. He always has a plan. He must’ve known he was gonna come handle this after I left to come here. So why did he give me this? What was his play here?”

Kaldur steps in here, ever analytical. “It is possible,” he begins. “That he gave it to you so you would return now. And he would have a plan that he needs you to complete.”

Well. That does sound like Bruce. “You think he’d warn me beforehand,” Dick muses. “Or not. I mean, look who I’m talking about right? Keeping me in the dark is probably part of whatever grand plan he has in mind.”

“If that’s the case,” M’gann says. “Then we should trust his process. Right?”

“Sure,” Dick says. He pictures the gun in his mind, pointed at Bruce’s head. He looks down at the ship. “Let’s go faster.”

The land the bio-ship in the park a couple blocks behind City Hall.

“Right,” Kaldur says. “Gather up, everyone,” He gestures at them all to huddle up. “Our goal is to get Robin to Batman. It’s us against a group of men with advanced weapons capability. We don’t have a lot of information about these guys, so be cautious. We might run into a surprise or two.”

“One of our missions? It’s guaranteed,” Artemis mutters

“Too right,” Wally mutters back.

“Shut up,” She says, rolling her eyes.

“Anyway,” Kaldur puts a pointed emphasis on the word. “Here’s our plan of attack. Artemis and Superboy are the first prong of attack: you guys need to draw fire and attention away from the doors to City Hall. Artemis, park yourself at a distance and fight ranged. Superboy…” He points at him. “Cause chaos.”

“Smash!” Wally says, enthused.

“Oh my god,” Artemis groans.

“Once you two draw some fire,” Kaldur continues. “M’gann, help us get in unnoticed. Then you and I will be prong 2, and we’ll engage anyone else inside the building.”

M’gann gives him a quick salute. “You got it!”

“And finally,” Kaldur turns to Dick and Wally. “Kid Flash. Grab Robin, and try to locate Batman as fast as possible. If needed, you can draw the fire of anyone else around him. That way, Robin’s path is free and clear. If you need backup,” He taps his forehead. “Let us know.”

Wally also salutes, but there’s a…less sincere quality to it. “I can do fast,” He says.

Kaldur turns to Dick. “Robin,” He says. “Link up with Batman. He’ll probably let you know how to proceed. If he can’t…use your own intuition. It’s better than you think. And be careful about that leader, his potential ‘mind-reading’ may be an issue.”

Dick nods. “Right,” He says. “Okay.”

“When are we going in?” Wally complains.

Kaldur gives him a look. “Soon,” He says. “The moment Artemis and Superboy are situated and get started, we move.”

“They’re taking forever,” Wally sighs. “Aren’t we on a time limit?”

“They know,” M’gann steps in, ever patient. “They’ll get it done. Just wait and see.”

Wally sighs again. “You ready to roll, Rob?” He asked turning to Dick.

Dick tries to give him a ready-to-roll smile. “Of course,” He says, stomach in knots.

It’s not like he hasn’t saved Bruce before: he has. It’s not even like he’s gone in on his own to save Bruce: he’s done that too. Hell, he’s doing it with a team now. It’s so much better than it was before.

But.

Bruce giving him the code nags at something inside his head. Why would he do that, and why wouldn’t he explain what it was? He can’t figure it out, can’t tell if this is the right thing to do, if this is what Bruce has been telling him without saying it out loud…

Sometimes, Dick thinks he can read Bruce better than anyone in the world. Other times…other times, he knows Bruce is inherently unreadable.

Wally must notice. “Hey,” He says, elbowing him lightly. “Dude. You good?”

Dick swallows. “Yeah,” He says. “Just, you know. Feeling the ‘over’ in the whelmed right now.”

“Rob,” Wally says, but before he can continue, they hear a commotion up near City Hall.

“Get ready!” Kaldur says, and Dick tenses instantly. “They’ve started!”

Kaldur holds an arm out, and they wait for his signal. “Okay…” He says. “They’re drawing them out. More have emerged…okay, now. Go!”

Dick runs, feeling more than seeing Wally hold himself back to keep pace with him. He follows the path Kaldur has chosen, ducking behind cars and items and people, before slipping to a side door and shutting it.

The GCPD quietly let them go through without comment.

“Alright,” Kaldur says, breathless. “Kid Flash. Can you run a quick check through-”

They’re interrupted by a shout, and Dick hears the pounding of footsteps coming in their direction. “Never mind,” Kaldur says, adopting a fighting stance. “Grab Robin and run. We’ll take care of this group here.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Wally says, instantly grabbing Dick into a carry.

“Hey,” Dick says, a little embarrassed that Wally can carry him so easily. “What—”

“Hang on,” Wally says, and Dick slams his eyes shut before he’s hit with a burst of speed, and he can barely breathe. He hates this, he hates this so much, how can Wally stand feeling like this all the time…

Wally stops, and Dick almost passes out from the suddenness of it. “So I checked the building,” He whispers. “Twice over. There’s a group of guys guarding one particular door. We’re just around the corner from it. So that’s either the bomb, or Batman, or both. I’m gonna get you in there, okay? I’ll distract the guards and you can run in. Ready?”

Dick nods. “Ready,” He echoes.

“Okay,” Wally says. “Three, two, one.”

He zips forward, disappearing around the corner. “Hey, fellas,” Dick hears. “You know where to go for a building permit round here?”

“Get back!” A voice yells.

“It was just a question,” Wally huffs. “But fine. Got to go!”

“Get him!” He hears yelled back, followed by thundering footsteps.

He waits for them to subside, then peers around the corner. Only one guard is left outside the door.

Dick smiles to himself. Easy work.

He sidles up to the side, takes a breath, then pulls out a batarang. He lines it up, then tosses it. It makes a sound on the wall opposite, and the guard whirls around to look.

Dick moves, running up and grabbing a couple more batarangs from his belt. He flips onto the man’s back, delivering a kick to the face, then tossing the batarangs to knock him to the ground, unconscious.

He runs to the door, pulling out his lock pick and making quick work of it. He takes another breath, pushing it open slowly.

Don’t think his name, he tells himself sternly, remembering the leader’s mind reading. Think of him as Batman. Just Batman.

Behind the door is what is clearly some sort of large meeting space, largely empty except for Batman, who is chained to a chair in the middle of the room.

Dick gives a quick glance around the room and, seeing nothing, darts forward. “Batman,” He hisses, grabbing his lock pick again. “You okay?”

Batman looks up. “Robin,” He says, voice tight. “You—”

“Well,” A voice booms from a darkened corner of the room. “Look who we have here.”

Dick whirls around, grabs his batarangs from his belt. He prepares to toss them, and then freezes in place.

The leader’s gun is out, and pointed in the direction of B—Batman’s head. The gray box on his temple shines in the dim light.

His lips tighten. “Whoa,” He says, slowly putting his weapons back in his belt. “Okay. Let’s calm down here.”

The man raises his eyebrows. “I’m calm,” He says. “Now. Are you here for a specific purpose, or do we need to do something about this?”

Help, Dick thinks, trying to reach the rest of the team. “That depends,” He says. He glances at Batman (think Batman think Batman think Batman). “What exactly do you want here?”

“I made that pretty clear,” The man says. The safety clicks off. “I’m looking for a particular code. Since you’re Batman’s little sidekick, I’m assuming you have it?”

Dick keeps his eyes on Batman. “What is it for?” He asks. Batman doesn’t move a muscle.

The man raises an eyebrow. “The bomb, of course,” He says airily. “It’s experimental. Very powerful. It’s on a countdown at the moment. The code gives whoever inputs it control over when it explodes. So…” The gun light rests against the exposed part of Batman’s cheek. “Do you have it?”

Dick grits his teeth. He can’t give them the code. With this many people at stake, and an apparently accidental bomb? He can’t do it.

But…

He glances at Batman again. He can’t let him get hurt, either. But between Batman and a big block of Gotham? He knows what he should choose. He also knows what Batman what have him choose too.

“Ten seconds,” The man says, flat in tone. He starts a countdown. “Ten,”

Dick stares at Batman so hard his vision starts to blur. What do I do? He thinks frantically.

“Nine,”

Batman isn’t making eye contact with him. Give me something, Batman. He thinks, and then What if there’s something wrong with him? How was he caught just like that?

“If you tell him anything, Batman, he’s paying for it. Eight,”

Batman had given him the code. So he must have known something like this would happen. Which would also mean he needed something from him.

“Ah, so you do have it. Seven,”

Shit. Mind reader.

But what could it be? Did he want Dick to stay away from this completely with the codes? Is that why he gave them to him, why he didn’t tell him anything?

“Six,”

That didn’t make sense though. If he wanted Dick to stay away, he would’ve said so. Why did he tell him nothing? This means he needed to be here, right?

“Five,”

But if he’s needed here…what does Batman want him to do? Does he give them the code? And why would Batman want him to do that?

“You’re thinking quite hard there, sidekick. You don’t have much time left. Four,”

“Three,”

He’s out of time. He needs to make a choice, now. Batman stays silent and still.

“Two,” The man’s finger drifts towards the trigger.

Use your own intuition. It’s better than you think.

“O—”

“Stop.”

Dick’s voice is cracked, determined. “Fine,” He says, praying he’s making the right move. “Fine. I’ll give you the code. I have it right here.”

“Oh?” The man says. He keeps the gun trained on Batman. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Dick feels around in his pocket, pulling out the piece of paper. He unfolds it, then reads out the string of numbers. “39. 62. 40. 27. 14.” He pauses, then reads the final string. “84.”

Finally, finally, the man puts down the gun. He taps the side of his head “You’re telling the truth. I could hear it. Excellent,” He says. “Thank you most kindly.” He speaks into an earpiece. “You got that, fellas?”

Dick runs towards Batman. The man lets him do it. “Seems like your trust in the kid was misplaced, Batman.” The man says. “You’ll both be blown sky-high soon.”

Dick’s hands shake around the lock pick. “Sorry,” He chants, working to free Batman. “Sorry.”

He thinks he did the right thing. He thinks so. But he’s getting nothing from Batman, and the ominous feeling in his stomach grows…

The chains fall off, and Batman pounces.

He leaps, grabbing the gun from the man’s hand and tossing it away. “Robin!” He snaps. “Secure the gun!”

The man laughs. “It’s too late, Batman,” The man says. “We have the code. You can’t do anything about…”

He pauses, frowning. “What…”

Batman reaches a hand out, ripping the device from the man’s head. He screams, dropping to the floor. “No more of this,” He says. “You’re not reading anyone’s thoughts any longer.”

“Batman!” Dick runs up to him, gun tucked in his belt. “The code. He’s—”

“Nothing will happen,” Batm—Bruce says, whirling around to make his way out the room. “The code you have is a kill switch. The bombs are disarmed. All we need to do is clean up the scene now.”

Dick’s head spins. “What…”

“Get your team,” Bruce demands. “Reconvene and return with them. I’ll see you at the Batcave this evening for the debrief.”

He sweeps out of the room without another word.

Dick breathes in deeply one, twice. Then, only shaking a little, follows Bruce out of the room.

“What was that?” Dick demands.

He paces the floor in the Cave, running a hand through his hair. “Bruce? What was that?”

“You did well,” Bruce comments, stepping out of the Batmobile. “Your friends, too. You all handled yourselves exactly as you should.”

Dick gives a disbelieving laugh. “Okay. Thanks. Can you tell me what all that was? What happened?”

Bruce hooks his fingers under the cowl and removes it in one quick motion. “Simply put,” He says. “I’d been following this group’s activities for a while. And their experimentation with mind reading. And their attempts to get their hands on the bomb. So, I got there first, and got the kill switch.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dick asks. He peels off his domino mask. “I really should’ve known—”

“You couldn’t know,” Bruce says. He starts to make his way towards the Batcomputer. “Because of the mind reader. I needed to set this up so he thought he would win, so that he would reveal himself and use the kill switch on his own. And to do that, you had to believe what was happening at face value.”

Dick follows him. “Why?” He asks. “Because he would read my mind and find out?”

“Precisely,” Bruce says. He takes a seat in front of the computer, completely unbothered. “So, I gave you the code without explanation. I sent you on your way. I made sure Red Tornado turned the televisions on to Gotham News. I needed you to come in, ready to help, thinking you had the codes they needed. Therefore, when your mind would be read, they’d thing they would have exactly what they needed.”

“But wouldn’t they read your mind too?” Dick demands. “And know you were planning this?”

“Not if I keep the plan away from my surface thoughts,” Bruce says. He begins to type. “You’re not well versed in this yet. However, it requires concentration. So I needed someone else there who could handle the part with the code, and I’d take care of the rest.”

Dick collapses in the chair next to him. “So,” He says. “You were banking on me showing up there and knowing to give them the code? What if I hadn’t?”

Bruce nods. He still doesn’t look at him. “You would,” He says simply. “Because you would think it through and approach the answer logically. Which you did. I trusted you to do this, and as you can see, I was correct.”

Dick just sits there, mind whirring. He shouldn’t be upset about this (Bruce trusts him) and yet.

Yet…

“You always do this,” Dick says, frustrated. “Over and over again. When you tested my team. When you made us think we were in danger. When you,” And here he feels a phantom pain, somewhere deep in his tooth. “The owls,” He mutters to himself.

Here, Bruce’s typing pauses. “What?” He asks

Dick shakes his head. The pain subsides. “I—it’s nothing. You did it for a reason. But…” He crosses his arms. “I…I don’t want to be kept in the dark. We’re partners.”

Bruce gives him a weird look. “Yes,” He says. “That’s why I trusted you with this. Nobody else could’ve done it.”

Dick looks down at his lap. “I…I guess so,” He says.

“Good,” Bruce’s typing resumes. “Go get some rest. We’re heading out again later tonight.”

Dick hops off the chair, heading towards the exit. The sounds of typing follow him all the way to the door.

Trust, He thinks, trying his best to believe it. Trust.

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scalemodelarbysreplica · 6 months

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i attended a protest in support of palestine today. for two hours, more than 150 students chanted slogans and gave speeches. my school denied us megaphones on account of "disrupting classes" but we screamed loud enough to not need them. we were heckled but our chants drowned them out. people spoke about how the war on gaza has affected them and their families. we turned heads. we gained momentum. we got people's attention.

a protest may not be viable for everyone, but you can still raise your voice. you can still demand a ceasefire. you can still uplift palestinian voices. take any action you're able to take. let it be known that the majority stands against genocide.

#free palestine

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 32 - Enemy of My Enemy

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Alix yawned as she headed up the steps of school. She paused near the entrance and saw a large crowd around Lila. She rolled her eyes and headed for the lockers when Adrien pulled her aside.

“What the hell? Isn’t it a little early to be playing hideaway from your babysitter?” Alix asked.

“It’s not just Kagami. Marinette too. She’s been trying to talk to me. Her and Kagami got into an argument, and I slipped away. What do I do?”

“You know, this may be a dick move, but fuck it. Just ditch. Do this and Kagami will eventually get in trouble.”

“I can’t do that! I wanted to come to school. If I start that, Gabriel will take me out of school.”

Alix grimaced. “Well, have you tried talking to Kagami?”

“How can I? I try, but she always shoots me down. Says that there’s no point in discussing our non-negotiable future. You hear that? Non-negotiable! I can’t do this. I don’t want to be near her. I don’t want to be near any of them. Even thinking that I will need to when the bell rings is scaring me.”

Alix sighed and sat beside Adrien. “What about the other two? Have you tried talking to them?”

“I don’t want to. I barely want to be in the same room as them. At least Lila seems to have lost interest in me since the concert a week ago, but seeing her gain new listeners to her stories scares me. What is she saying? What is she telling everyone? Is it about me? I want to know, but I can’t stomach being near her to find out.”

Alix hummed as she looked over as Rose and Juleka entered the locker room. “Oy, Rose, a question.”

Rose trotted over. “What’s up?”

“You listen to Lila’s stories, yeah? What has she been saying recently and is it about Adrien?”

“Oh, of course, I do! She has such lovely stories, but there haven’t been any about Adrien recently.”

“Then what has everyone listening to her?” Adrien asked.

“Huh? Oh! She just shared a big secret. Her and Bloody Bug are lovers! Can you believe it?”

Adrien’s face twisted with confusion while Alix’s face twisted in disgust.

“I know! I couldn’t believe it either. I-,” Rose started.

“Attention, losers! Gather now for an announcement!” Chloe’s voice boomed.

“What the fuck does she want?” Alix asked.

“I dunno. Let’s go see,” Juleka remarked.

Alix shrugged and got up. She grabbed Adrien and dragged him alone as they stepped into the courtyard. She tried to peer around everyone, but they blocked her path. She grumbled and jumped onto a nearby bench to see Chloe standing with another girl with blonde hair dressed in biker chic clothes.

Chloe glanced around before she held up her megaphone again. “Now that everyone is here, allow me to introduce my sister, Zoe!”

Murmurs tore through the crowd as they looked at Chloe and Zoe. Alix tilted her head as Zoe looked out with wide, deer-in-headlight eyes. Zoe gave a nervous smile and waved to everyone.

“Woah, I didn’t know Chloe had a sister,” Adrien commented.

Alix raised a brow and jumped down. “You’ve been friends with Chloe for how long and you didn’t know this?”

“No. It had always been her and the mayor, especially since, well, you know.”

“Adrien!” Kagami roared.

Adrien flinched and Alix jumped between him and Kagami, who stormed towards them.

“Where were you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Back off, Kagami. Adrien has been hiding from you for a reason!” Alix yelled.

“I’m sure he has, because of you.”

“Me? You’d blame this on me when you can’t see past your own faults. Or, should I say, the faults of your mother and his father.”

“I don’t expect an in-bred mongrel mut to understand how normal people function. Now, move aside before I have to put you where you belong.”

“Not on your life. Adrien doesn’t belong to you, and so long as I’m here, you’ll never have him.”

Kagami snarled and delivered a swift punch across Alix’s jaw, then to her gut. Everyone erupted into shrieks and shouting as Alix doubled over in pain. Alix looked up as Alya ran in, tackled Kagami to the floor, and held Kagami in a wrestler’s hold.

“Don’t you start, bitch. Adrien doesn’t belong to you or anyone. You’re just as bad as Marinette, thinking your messed up obsession is love!” Alya howled.

Alix gasped at Alya’s words. Alix dwelled on them a moment longer when Kagami wrestled free of Alya’s grip and threw Alya onto the bench.

“Stay out of this, mut. You have no part in this, so crawl back to your stalker friend that hurt my fiancé.”

Alya shook her head and stood. “All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing, and I sure as hell am not going to do nothing.”

“Then you-!” Kagami started.

“Zoe! What are you-?” Chloe yelled out.

Kagami turned as Zoe swept out Kagami’s legs from under her. Kagami hit the ground with a thud that was followed by Zoe stomping Kagami’s gut.

“Get her!” Alix yelled.

Alix and Alya lunged and held down Kagami’s arms and legs while Zoe turned and fell onto Kagami’s stomach, winding Kagami.

“Off me now or you’ll regret it!” Kagami roared.

“What is going on here?” Mr. Damocles yelled.

Everyone except Zoe looked up at Mr. Damocles. Alix nudged Zoe and motioned over to Mr. Damocles.

“You four, my office, now!” Mr. Damocles ordered.

Zoe looked at Alix with a raised brow.

Alix released Kagami and motioned for Zoe to follow. Zoe stood, jumped on Kagami’s stomach, and trotted after Alya and Alix. Chloe and Adrien ran out and looked up at Mr. Damocles.

“Leave Zoe alone! She’s my sister, and the Bourgeois don’t pay the principal visits for anything!” Chloe yelled.

“I’m sorry, Chloe, but she attacked someone. Punishment needs to-,” Mr. Damocles started.

“Please, don’t punish them. And… and if you do, punish me too!” Adrien yelled.

“Young man, I hardly see-.”

“They were fighting for me.”

Mr. Damocles sighed and motioned for Adrien to follow. They stepped into the principal’s office and took a step when Kagami joined them.

“Now, what happened?” Mr. Damocles asked.

“These-!” Kagami started.

“Not from you. Adrien.”

Adrien nodded. “I have a request. Can Kagami, Lila, and Marinette be moved to a different homeroom class? And can Kagami’s schedule be changed so she’s not with me every minute of the day?”

“I fail to see why that is connected.”

“Because I don’t want to be near them. I told Alix as much. I’m scared to be near them, and it stresses me out that I don’t want to be here, and I want to be here. And Alix stood up for me, then Alya, and, well, I don’t know why Zoe joined, but she was there.”

Alix watched Zoe’s blank stare break whenever her name was said before she fell back into it.

“Please, can you do something?”

“I… I don’t know, Adrien. I understand you’re distressed, but-,” Mr. Damocles attempted.

Chloe burst into the room with her phone pulled out. “You will do something, or I’ll give Daddy a call and we’ll see how long you keep your job.”

“N-now, Miss Bourgeois, there’s no need to bother the good mayor.”

Chloe held up her phone and pulled up the mayor’s number. “You will do something, or you’ll lose your job. Your choice.”

Mr. Damocles sighed. “Alright, very well. Adrien, I’ll have the schedules adjusted. As for you four. I-.”

“You’ll give them a slap on the wrist, but Kagami gets expelled,” Chloe butted in.

“Miss Bourgeois, I can’t-!”

Chloe hit the call button as the mayor’s number was dialed.

Mr. Damocles gulped. “Very well. Alix, Alya, and Zoe, you’ll be suspended for today only. Kagami, I’m sorry, but you’re expelled.”

Chloe smiled and ended the call.

“What? How is any of this fair? Those girls are getting between me and my fiancé.”

“You honestly think Adrikins is your fiancé? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.”

“I don’t think he is, I know he is. His father and my mother have made the arrangements already and it is done. Neither of our futures are negotiable at this point, and the sooner he accepts that, the better off he’ll be. And you, someone of our stature, should be aware of how our society functions.”

“Maybe, but I think it’s time for a change. The only way we’ll get that is if we do something, and I will do something. Adrikins is not your fiancé. He is free to be with who he wants, and I will do everything in my power to keep him away from you.”

“Me too,” Alix added.

“Ditto,” Alya said.

Chloe nudged Zoe, who was startled before she jumped up.

“You’ll regret this. You all will,” Kagami warned.

Kagami shot them all a final look before she left. Alix sighed and stood.

“Alright, we’ll see you all tomorrow, yeah?”

Mr. Damocles nodded.

“Hey, do you two think you could keep Zoe company since you three are suspended together? A little warning, she doesn’t speak a lick of French,” Chloe explained.

“Well, what does she speak?” Alya asked.

“English.”

Alya and Alix exchanged glances, then shrugged. They headed out with Zoe. They glanced around before they turned to Zoe.

“So, Zoe, what brings you here?” Alya asked in English.

Zoe’s eyes widened as she jumped forward. “You speak English? Fucking finally! You have no idea how fucking awful it is being surrounded by people that won’t speak in English. And then they look at you like you’re the problem. Like, fuck, it’s not my choice to be here surrounded by assholes. Uh, no offense.”

“I like this one. She’s spicy,” Alix remarked.

“Really? I like you too. You remind me of the guys and girls back home. Not the theater ones, but the bros,” Zoe commented.

“You’re a theater girl?” Alya asked.

“Oh, yes! I love theater. I hope to be an actress one day. Better than my dad that gave up on his dreams and my bitch-ass mom who runs some stupid fashion magazine. Honestly, I don’t see why she bothered bringing me here if she’s only going to be here for a short time.”

“Why exactly are you here?” Alix asked.

“Because my stupid mom is covering some stupid fashion thing for some big name here in Paris. Auclair? Alarie? Arnaud? I don’t know. I just know it starts with an ‘A,’ is French, and pompous sounding.”

Alya snorted. “You mean, ‘Agreste.’”

“I don’t fucking know. Maybe, but I couldn’t care. I mean, she could have left me back in New York, but no! She had to drag me here with her. I don’t see why. I hate her. At least Dad I can tolerate, but she’s so insufferable. Then there’s Chloe, who’s fine. At least she is making an attempt to care. Unlike that stupid mayor.”

“Well, here’s hoping you can tolerate your time here.”

Zoe glanced back at Alix. “Will we get to hang out more?”

“Sure. I like you, which is saying a lot.”

Zoe smiled, turned, and winked. “Then I should. Anyway, I’m going to head back to the hotel. Catch you girls later!”

Alya and Alix watched Zoe leave before they continued their walk.

“Hey, Alya, I want to ask you something,” Alix said, switching back to French.

“What’s up?”

“Why did you help back there?”

“Because I have an inkling about what happened that day with Heart’s Design and Volpina. Even if you won’t tell me everything, I can put enough together.”

Alix tensed up. “You know?”

“You don’t deny it?”

“You’re dodging my question.”

“And you’re dodging mine.”

“I asked first.”

Alya snorted. “Alright. Yes.”

“How did you figure it all out?”

“Oh, you know. I’ve been watching you since you first took to the skies. I wouldn’t have jumped to the two of you being linked, but the more I saw you both, the more of a connection was made.”

“You aren’t going to reveal it, are you?”

“I want to. I mean, this is what my blog was made for. If I did, I would be famous. It could open so many doors for me. The possibilities would be endless.”

“But.”

Alya sighed. “But Nino had convinced me otherwise. I probably wouldn’t have listened if it were anyone else, but it was him. But, at the same time, I understood myself as I once stood beside you. It was brief, but I still did.”

“Are you upset over that?”

“A little. I think you were a little harsh, but I can understand it. I was fooled by my best friend. Or rather, someone who I thought was my best friend. I continued to believe her lies until Adrien opened my eyes, then you. So, thank you.”

“You should be thanking Adrien. It was his word that convinced you, not mine. You disregarded me, remember.”

“Yours, yes. But not hers. I listened to hers. And you are her, so I did listen in the end. It just took a moment. Though I do have to ask, will you tell me what happened now?”

“I’m sorry, Alya, but that really is for Adrien to share. Out of respect for him, I won’t.”

“It was that bad, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Alya bowed her head. “I never thought Marinette so… whatever to commit whatever happened. Not saying I know what it is, but if you don’t dare speak it, then I have an idea. I mean, Lila I could believe. But Marinette? I knew she was… well, I thought it was love, but it was just obsession. I wonder how much that obsession mingled with other desires.”

“Speaking of Marinette, she wants to meet with her. Would you know why?”

“I would. She wants to ask her for a second chance. She believes she’s owed one and that the prior akumatizations were just mistakes.”

Alix snorted. “Then she’ll have to enjoy disappointment.”

“And, what about me? Do I get a second chance?”

“I’ll speak with Chat Noir about it. But, far as I see it, you should.”

“Really? You think so?”

“I think I can speak for a lot of people as we are starting to see the flaws in Marinette. Your first Akuma was forgiven as you become more after that. It was when you were manipulated that you were benched. It was also that blind loyalty that kept you benched. But I don’t see that now. Granted, if what you’re doing is some elaborate ploy to trick me, you’re going to hell of a lot of extra hoops just to keep up the charade.”

Alya giggled. “You got me. I’m here exposing Marinette, painting her as a villain, all just to get your trust before we reveal it was all a trick. Round of applause.”

“I appreciate the joke, but I am serious, Alya. We don’t know what’s around the corner, and we cannot afford to put our trust in people blindly. I need to know that we can trust you to do the right thing always. And I know you and I have never seen eye-to-eye, so you must understand why I’m hesitant. Especially since you know.”

“Yeah, I had a feeling that was part of it. I admit, I didn’t like who you were. But I don’t see that person anymore.”

Alix stopped. “What? How? I mean, I’m still that person.”

“I mean, yeah, you’re still loud, angry, volatile, and abrasive, but you also feel… mellowed out. I’ve seen you smile more, bask in the company of your friends, hell even the fact that you have friends at all. You’re even turning some heads. The Alix I knew wouldn’t have done any of that, but this Alix does. And this Alix I think I could stomach. If she wants me around.”

“You know, I feel I should be insulted, but you’re right. I’m not who I was in the past, and I’m glad for it. And, thank you, for judging me as I am now. And I think the me in the now would like to try and be friends with you. I would rather allies over enemies now.”

Alya smiled and offered a hand to Alix. Alix took it as Alya pulled Alix into a hug.

“Thank you for everything, Bug.”

“Thank you too, Bee.”

Alya and Alix patted each other’s backs, then stepped away.

“I’ll catch you later, Alya. I’m going home to work on a little project,” Alix said.

“Likewise. I’ll text you later?”

Alix smiled. “I look forward to it.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Later, girl!”

“Later!”

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Guitar Fingers (Part 2)

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Part One

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, mentions of drinking & marijuana, illusions to masturbation, unprotected penetrative sex, fingering (fem. rec), mild impact play, oral sex (male rec), slight degradation, idk, etc etc

Your alarm sounds off way too soon the next morning, and it blares into the room bearing the unsolicited gift of regret.

Both in the form of a pounding head— that’s it, you’re never drinking again…

and in the form of memories; Jake smirking, “If you think I couldn’t ruin your whole life with these…” His raspy, gentle drawl channeling Danny as the voice of reason, “You work for us, that’s always a bad idea.” Lastly, the one that leaves you most disappointed in yourself, but also sends a delicious shiver up your spine, “Come on pussycat, purr for me.”

He was right, it had been a bad idea, not to mention horrifyingly unprofessional on your part. Now you’ve potentially ruined your career and jeopardized the best job you’ve ever had. Worse, you loved it. Every damn minute of it. Worse still, it won’t leave you alone, it plays out over and over in your mind until you finally give in and slip your hand beneath the sheets.

Showered and half rehydrated, you head down to the buses, anxiety kicking up into a state of near panic when you spot him helping road crew load cases into the cargo hold.

This habit of his has always made you a little soft hearted for him. He still climbs right down into the trenches like he did when they were teenagers piling their gear into the back of a minivan.

He tilts his head to the side and watches you with a questioning expression when he catches you heading toward the other bus, but you pretend not to notice, until…

“Hey,” he calls out, much like he had last night in the hallway.

You turn to find him jogging over. “What’re you doing?”

“I dunno.” You shrug, cheeks burning furiously. “Thought I’d hole up in that one for the day.” You jerk your thumb in the direction of the crew charter.

He reaches out and smooths the hair out of your face in the wind. Not uncommon or out of line, any one of them would have done it. “You always ride with us. Let’s not do this, okay?”

“Honestly,” you lie, “I just have a massive hangover and you Kiszkas were born with megaphones for mouths so-“

He cuts you off, “It never happened.”

“What?” You can’t help but give him a slow once over, he looks positively sinful with the wind whipping through his hair.

If he notices, he doesn’t let on. “It never happened.” He repeats, leaning in closer so as not to be overheard “If that’s the way you want it. So we had a few too many and I gave it to you with these,” he ripples his fingers, rings clicking together like wind chimes, “until you begged me not to stop. There are worse things.”

“Jake!” You hiss, eyes darting around to gauge if anyone might have been privy to his casual filth.

He throws his head back in laughter, relishing the scandal he doesn’t seem to agree this is. “Calm down, pussycat. What’s done is done. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Starting back to his abandoned task at the bus he walks backwards, eyes trained gleefully on the flustered look painted across your features.

“Don’t let your brother hear you call me that.” You order before he gets too far away.

Offering a smug salute, he finally turns and claps the roadie he’s assisting on the back before bending to grab up another case.

“Where are we again tonight, pussycat?” Josh asks, as you work quickly to repair a tiny rip in the seam of his jumpsuit.

“Who the hell knows.” You sound as annoyed as you feel. The needle you’re whipping around in haste bites deeply into your finger. “Shit! You and Sammy just had to rough house around right before the show?”

“Brothers,” he grins down at you, spreading his legs a little, giving you a better angle to stitch the tear near his upper inseam. “Gotta strike while the iron’s hot.”

“Yeah, well, there’s no time to go at this with my sewing machine, so don’t blame me when your dick falls out on stage.”

He pretends to be dazzled. “That’s it, darling, make me a legend.”

Jake appears out of nowhere, as he so often does, and saunters past, side-eyeing the scene. “On your knees for him right out here in the open, love? How very groupie-like of you.”

“Zip it, Jacob,” Josh shuts his twin down and grabs your hand to help you up. “Pussycat over here is about to help me go down in Rock n’ Roll history.” he moves his hips around suggestively and then scurries off.

Jake looks incredulous, “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, probably not.”

He nods and adjusts the jacket you put the finishing touches on just today, somehow working around the bumps and jostles of the road. “I love this, by the way. Do I look cool?”

There’s another thing he does that melts your heart…every now and then, you get a tiny glimpse of the boy he once was, the boy who dreamed of being a rockstar. Do I look cool?

“Don’t tell the others I said this,” you conspire, adjusting his collar. “But you look the coolest of all, guitar fingers.”

Did you do that purposely? Did you call him that just to let him know that you’re thinking about it? Was that a sly, yet still deniable, invitation? Maybe. Probably. Yes.

He sees it for what it is, because of course he does, and his lips are suddenly dangerously close to your ear. To anyone else, it might look like he’s just aiming to be heard over the roaring crowd that awaits, but you know better. “Thank you. I love a good ego boost from a pretty girl. It’s good for my soul…and even better for my cock.”

Stunned, you don't see it coming when he gently grabs your chin and directs your line of sight downward to the obvious hard-on making itself known in his skin tight pants. “See pussycat,” he traces his nose along your jaw until his lips are once again ghosting over your ear, “You aren’t the only one who can purr.”

It’s totally out of your control when your breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you can’t seem to grab hold of it.

“Interesting,” his lips quirk up in triumph as he soaks in your reaction for a moment before he strolls off, calm as you please, to claim the Gibson that will hide the evidence of your little encounter from the fans.

“How though, Josh? Seriously.” Sammy is trying his best to work his hair into a french braid while he grills his brother about, yet another, forgotten lyrics mishap. “I mean, how many times have we played Safari? Ought to be muscle memory by now.”

Ignoring his baby brother completely, Josh looks into his Kaleidoscope and turns it slowly. It was a birthday gift from you last year and since then, it has traveled the world with him. Jake had received two fat Cuban cigars that you may or may not have illegally acquired.

“This thing is far out.” he sounds beyond pleased. “Ya never get the same thing twice.”

“Far out?” you laugh. “I swear, Josh, you’re a time traveler.”

Jake plucks at his acoustic lazily, the hum of the highway his background singer as the buses make their way to yet another hotel. “No, he’s just high…and strange.”

“And a little drunk.” Josh piles on, twisting the toy still pressed close to his eye. “But I’m bringing back the classics…” his free hand sweeps out as if he’s describing a grand plan. “Far out, groovy- turn on, tune in, and drop out- et cetera.”

“How about you get one of those bumper stickers,” Sam quips. “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides for free.”

Josh finally sits the Kaleidoscope aside, only for Danny to snatch it up. “Way ahead of you, little brother. I would’ve ordered you one, too, but I figured that would be cruel since you wouldn’t know what to do with the ass.”

Sammy’s ‘baby of the family’ aesthetic is triggered, “Oh, and you would?”

“Not in front of our girl, Samuel.” Josh grins over at you, winking platonically. “Although, I have to ask, pussycat, was there a small part of you saddened by the absence of a wardrobe malfunction tonight?”

“Thank god for small favors.” you joke back. “I think I’d rather go blind than see any of your dicks.”

Three of them make theatrical noises of feigned hurt and outrage, but one, well…that one remains quiet and strums a soft tune with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Hey,” Danny tosses the scope at Sammy, who has been bitching for a turn with it. “We should have a movie night. Couple blunts, order some room service, make fun of Sam.”

“Fuck off, bro.” Sammy settles on the floor at your feet, wordlessly commissioning you to complete the braid he’s given up on. You begin twisting his shining locks around your fingers and into each other, after giving his shoulder a loving pat to assure him you’re on his side.

Josh is busy typing a lengthy text on the phone he “never uses”, but he nods in agreement. Sam needn’t say anything, he’s always down and everybody knows it.

Jake stands and glances out one of the windows, as if he’ll be able to recognize the surroundings and guesstimate how close you are to your lodging for the night. “Yeah, sorry Daniel, but I’m wiped. Gonna make good use of the bed before we’re back to bunks.”

His eyes find yours, and ‘Gonna make good use of the bed’ bounces around in your head divinely.

You, too, decline the invitation, claiming to still be mildly suffering from your long gone hangover.

Its stupid, and you know it. You should change your mind and do the thing logic is screaming for. You should enjoy movie night and eat overpriced room service while passing around blunts, but when Jake’s eyes lock in on yours once again, you know exactly where you’ll be spending your night. It’s hopeless.

He texts that he’ll be at your door in a half an hour, but 15 minutes later, as you’re stepping out of the shower, a knock startles you. Its two quick raps, quiet, like only one knuckle has been used, casual, very…Jake, somehow.

Perfect! Yanking on the complimentary terry cloth robe, you run your hand across the mirror to clear the fog, and inspect your appearance. No time for even a quick swipe of lipgloss, you unclip your hair, shake it out, and hurry to the door.

With your fingers wrapped around the handle, you take a deep, centering breath, will the butterflies battling about in your stomach to calm the hell down, and then pull the door open. You find him standing on the other side, thumbs jammed in his pockets.

“Jake Kiszka arrives early? This is groundbreaking.”

“Actually, I’m late. I’d planned on being here ten minutes ago,” his eyes travel slowly down your body and then back up to meet yours. “you just didn’t know it.”

You lean against the doorframe and cross your arms, leaving him to stand outside awkwardly, although he doesn’t look awkward in the least. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t want you to get too in your head about it, I know how you are. Plus,” he reaches out and runs a fingertip over your makeup free cheek, “this is when you’re prettiest.”

“Don’t you think it should’ve been my decision on how I chose to primp or not primp?” You challenge, still standing in the doorway.

He squeezes by and then turns, pulling you into the room by the belt of your robe so the door can swing shut. “Did you decline our dear Daniel’s invitation to argue with me, or to fuck me?”

His body presses yours against the wall. You allow it, welcome it, and wrap your arms around his neck. “I don’t know, Jake…why’d you decline?”

“To argue with you, of course.” his mouth is hovering so close to your neck, each breath fans out warm and humid over your sensitive skin.

His hand slips between the two of you and up your inner thigh. “Jake…” you protest weakly, though you can’t imagine why.

“Shut up.” He smiles, dropping a soft kiss upon your cheekbone. “I don’t think there’s anywhere else in the world that you’d rather have my hand. It belongs between your pretty thighs.”

You choose to ignore that, rather than admit he’s never been more right in his entire life.

“You know we’ve got the whole room all to ourselves,” you point out, pulling his mouth closer until his tongue flutters along your throat. His fingers rest just inches shy of where you want them most. “Do you have a thing for walls, Jakey?”

He sinks his teeth into you, but it’s over way too quickly, “Maybe. Or maybe I just have a thing for pressing you up against them, pussycat. You look so pretty and helpless.”

“Helpless?” you push him back without warning and slide down to your knees, eyes on his all the while. “We’ll see who’s helpless.”

A shaky sound slips out of him when you curl your fingers around his belt buckle to pull him closer and then begin working to tear it open. The only sound in the room is his deep, hitching breaths and the metal clinking together.

When his belt and fly lay open, you're met with the sight of his bare cock, hard and stuffed sideways into those damned pants of his. A fresh pair donned after his shower at the venue, but tight as a second skin all the same. “Your little comment about me being on my knees in front of your brother earlier, were you jealous?”

He bites down hard on his bottom lip, then releases it instantly. “No. I just like to watch your cheeks turn pink.”

“Liar.” you beam lazily up at him, “Do you like to have your pretty cock sucked, Jake? Would you like it if I did it right now? Just slipped it into my warm, wet mouth and swallowed you down until–”

Without warning, he’s got you by the shoulders, yanking you up off the floor and snapping your body around. It all happens so fast, you’re still trying to make sense of it as he leads you over to the little couch positioned across from a flimsy coffee table that he kicks out of the way.

“Listen closely, pussycat.” he growls into your ear from behind. “I know I’m brand new to you, so I won’t punish you, but you’d be wise to pay attention. You don’t run this show, I do. At all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” you nod quickly as the pulse between your thighs thrums into manic gear.

His tone softens, but only slightly. “If you want to stop, say so, and I will. Stop. That’s all you have to say, baby. Understand?”

Mmm, there’s that ‘baby’ from last night that makes your pulse thready. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he demands, grip sinking into your hair.

“Yes, I understand.” you breathe, reaching down to circle your clit, you only need a second’s worth of relief.

“Hands off.” he snaps softly against the shell of your ear. “That cunt is mine tonight and I don’t recall giving you permission to touch it.”

Fuck!

Your hand falls away and he skates a few soft kisses over your shoulder in reward, after he yanks down your robe. “That’s a good kitty. Now spread your legs and have a seat.”

He guides you closer to the couch and lowers you down until you’re straddling the arm of it. You wish it were his thigh instead, you also wish you could see his beautiful face.

The robe is gently pulled off of you completely, as he murmurs pretty things, and then there is his large, warm palm, gripping the nape of your neck, lowering you down until your breasts are pressed into the upholstery.

A soft sound of content sighs out of him. “Didn’t get a good look at it last night, you’re fucking gorgeous. Look at you, with your little pink cunt dripping all over the arm of a couch that doesn’t even belong to you…” he teases, stroking his hand up and down your spine. “What will we tell the others if we have to foot the cleaning bill?”

“Jake, please.” you whine, writhing under his touch, you can still feel what he did to you last night, and you want it again, badly.

“Quiet.” a soft smack on your ass pulls a wail out of your chest as if he’s struck you with a whip. “Oh, listen to my sweet little pussycat whine.” he sounds taunting in the sexiest way, and then that same hand shoves you down. “Ride it.”

“What? No, I need you.” You sound shamelessly needy and you can’t find the will to care.

Another swat lands against your flesh, harder this time “I said ride it.”

Your hips begin a tentative roll, and then immediately pick up speed when you feel the friction, warm and soothing, against your swollen clit.

“There’s that well behaved little kitten I remember.” you can hear the genuine pride hidden away in his tone and it chokes a blissful moan out of you. “Good girl,” his hands sweep up and down your thighs. “Did you make your pretty pussy cum this morning thinking about my fingers fucking you last night?”

Your hands have sought to grip the couch for stability so you can ride it harder, faster. “Yes,” you sound like a whore, needy and desperate. So? He doesn’t seem to care, why should you?

He strokes at your hair as if you really are his pet, his kitten. “In the shower again?”

“No,” you shake your head with a tiny whimper from a particularly nice grind. “I was in bed.”

His palm circles from the back of your neck to your throat, and then your back is pressed against his chest, his layered necklaces biting into your skin with a dull pinch you relish.

Your hips still, waiting for what’s coming next but his fingers sink into your hip, a silent order to move, that you heed without question.

“In bed?” His quiet taunt rasps into your ear like sex on a slow breeze. “That was thoughtless, you make such a mess. Some poor housekeeper had to change those sheets. I bet she knew exactly what you’d been up to.”

“I don’t care.” You’re panting tiny gasps of breath, fucking yourself faster and faster still, on the arm of the couch as he holds you against his overheated body. “I couldn��t stop thinking about you. I needed to cum.”

You feel his cock twitch in his splayed open pants, “Sounds like you need to cum right now, too, pussycat. Do you? Does my pretty girl need it?”

“Bad.” You nod frantically, reaching back to touch him wherever your hands happen to land.

He shoves you down with such delicious force your eyes roll back in your head as you thrust against the couch beneath you just once before, unexpectedly, his fingers slide into you from behind.

“Fuck, Jake…” you cry out, much too loudly for a hotel, and press back to meet his hand.

He leans down over you and kisses the small of your back, “You’re so fucking hot and wet, you feel like a silky soft oven made just for me.”

You fuck yourself down onto the arm below you and back into his touch. “Just for you, Jake. Fuck…”

His palm swats into your ass again and then takes rough hold of it “Are you gonna keep my fingers warm with this pretty cunt until you cum?”

“Yes, Yes…” you can’t think straight beyond the orgasm you’re chasing.

“Yeah?” he tilts the word up at the end, lilting, as if he expected any other answer. “Then what are you gonna warm up for me?”

“Is your cock cold?” the question stutters out of you with each pump of his fingers that match the movement of your hips.

“Little chilly, pussycat. You wanna make it all better?”

The thought of warming his cock for him tips you right straight over the edge. Your fingernails dig into the fabric and rake violently down it. “Yes, yes, please. Don’t stop…I’m so close, Jake. Please…”

He tucks his fingers downward and rubs deep circles into that elusive place that makes you see stars, and that’s the end of you. Your orgasm rains over you like a storm, each wave of pleasure a sudden downpour that washes over you, bathing you in Jake Jake Jake. He groans softly as you squeeze and spill around him, and it sounds like gentle thunder, each time your eyes flutter and the light blinks, it is lazy lightning. The monsoon he has bestowed upon you slowly clears, but you wish you could live in the eye of the hurricane forever.

Before the clouds have fully parted, he’s pulling you up and lifting you away from the couch and onto the bed. He drops you down and holds his hand up. It drips with you and he looks more self-satisfied than you’ve ever seen him.

“Look at this,” he shakes his head, “It’s everywhere.” His tongue, cotton candy pink and distracting, makes an appearance and curls along his palm, before he actually shakes off the excess, sending droplets of your release raining around the room haphazardly.

You pull yourself into a sitting position and begin hungrily yanking at his pants, fighting to get your hands on his cock. “Are these pants fucking painted on?” you complain, exasperated and annoyed. “I want it. Fuck, I want it.”

He takes pity and hitches the waist up and then tugs them down swiftly until his cock springs free. It slaps against the softest part of his little belly and saliva pools on your tongue at the sight. It's thick, and gorgeous, and every single thing you’ve ever imagined it to be, and then some.

Instinctively, you’re off the bed and down on your knees as your mouth closes the space between the two of you. You shove his pants down the rest of the way, as the flat of your tongue laps over the glistening tip. He steps forward, an invitation to swallow him…you take it, and without flourish or show, you close your lips around him and suck his length down into your throat as deeply as you can, never mind the gagging and the tears already threatening to breach.

“That’s a good girl,” he hums, sounding undoubtedly shakier than he would like. He thumb strokes over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that have now spilled. “Maybe I should’ve let you paint your pretty face, would’ve been nice to watch you ruin your mascara.”

Your cheeks hollow as you slowly pull up to suckle at the head of his cock and he doubles over, both hands braced at the crown of your head. “Fuck, pussycat, do that again.”

Once more, you vacuum around him and then baby the plush tip of his beautiful cock, your reward is a low, rumbling groan of what might be mistaken for agony if you didn’t know better.

“Alright.” he pants, taking you firmly by the hair. “Hold still. Be a good girl and keep that cock nice and warm for me, kitten.”

Gazing up at him through your lashes, you do as you’re told, reveling in the way his pretty dick pulses and jerks against your tongue, and basking in the sight of his flushed, sweaty face…lips swollen and parted into a near snarl, that still somehow looks gentle, as he tries to keep it together.

“Your mouth feels so sweet, baby.” he offers the smallest of smiles. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod around him, and a whimper gasps out of him as your lips and tongue slide around with the gesture.

“Fingers inside yourself for me.” Once again, he pets at your hair as though you are his beloved.

Without thought, you give him what he’s asked for and moan around him. You hadn’t realized how empty you felt until you were full.

“Don’t you have the tightest, softest cunt, pussycat?” his tone is tender and coaxing. Again, you nod around him, earning a sweet little hiss through his perfect teeth this time around. “Yeah, you do.” he agrees, collecting himself. “I wanna be inside it. Wanna fill you up. Wanna fuck you.”

You ripple your tongue along the bottom of his cock and bat your lashes in response, and he wastes no time. Before proper thought can register, you are straddled over the arm of the couch again with his cock lined up and circling your slick entrance.

“Thought you said you were gonna make good use of the bed?” You tease, perhaps unwisely.

“Shut up.” he snaps, but there isn’t an ounce of malice in his words. “I want you to grind that needy clit right here…” his palm smacks down against the couch, “while I fuck you stupid…and I want my name when you cum, understood? My name…”

“You’re name,” you whine, writhing around, clay in his hands waiting to be molded by his display of dominance. “Yes, Jake…your name, I promise, just…please.”

He buries himself inside you at the same moment ‘please’ is slipping past your lips, and the sudden, heavenly fullness causes the word to cry out of you, a near scream.

The warmth of his chest rests against your back for a stretch while he fights to find his control. A series of nonsensical curses escape him on loop, which in turn cause you to mewl and tense up around him, creating a vicious circle.

“Stop,” his hand cracks hard against your outer thigh. “Relax or I’m gonna cum…you’re so fucking tight.”

In response, you begin rocking your clit against the upholstery, just as he asked you to, which sends your slick walls gliding up and down his length. Never before have you ever experienced anything even close to this. He is so thick, and perfectly tailored to your body, as if you designed his cock yourself, so hard, so hot…warming you from the inside.

“That’s it, kitten, keep going…take what you need. Fuck yourself on me.” He sounds strained and deprived, as if he’s been waiting years.

It’s way too fast, you shouldn’t be balancing on the edge this quickly, but here you are, and he feels it.

“So soon, baby?” his grip finds your hair, creating a delightful sting. “A whore for my cock already…I love it.”

“Jake…” you continue fucking yourself back against him, but you can’t manage to say more than that.

“I know, pussycat, me too…” his grip loosens in your tangled locks as his opposite hand runs ticklish lines down your spine. “Cum for me, love…I need it.”

You’d ask where Dom Jacob has run off to if you weren’t so drunk off the fact that you’ve managed to dismantle him so.

It hits you again, just as hard…a second storm raging violently through your body, it’s energy spilling into the room as you cry out and scream his name as though he is miles too far to hear you.

With a feral growl, he groans out your name, and a question. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum…fuck, fuck! Where do you want me?”

“Inside…please…” you beg, clawing away at the piece of furniture beneath you as your orgasm rips you apart.

He falls against you, teeth catching at the curve of your neck as he moans and shakes out your name, cumming hard, spilling warmth inside you in a way that feels so right you wish you could keep it there forever.

You lie there, limp and spent against the arm of the couch as he finds his breath, lips peppering soft kisses along your shoulder all the while.

After a stretch of comfortable quiet, he breaks the silence with a whispered, “Can I stay tonight?”

You reach around blindly, and cup his cheek in response. If he hadn't asked, you certainly would have.

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“A prank gone to far.”

Part 2

“You small, tiny, way shorter then your best friend Toad, plumber!-“ Toad lowered the megaphone and dropped the voice “heh- uh hey Mario..” he waved. Mario shot up to see that the Bowser he punched was the wooden cut-out from the Princess’ training course. He turned see two ropes that attached from Bowser’s arms to behind the doors, revealing- “Peach?!” Mario cried, Peach let go of the ropes and walking out looked to Toad “I think we took it too far..” Peach winced. Mario stared confused before remembering- “Luigi!” He turned back around to the bridge and held Luigis head up “Lu?..” Asked Mario gently poking him, his face turning more annoyed than worried “are-are you?-“ Luigi then opened his eyes and winked at him, before licking his hand away “Right!” Mario shouted angrily “Thats it! What is your problem today?!” “Just showing Toad and the Princess that you care so much!” Luigi snickered “And.... April fools!” He whispered in his ear before booping his nose, Mario jumped back then looked to Toad and Peach, mischief and guilt present in their eyes, then back to Luigi “so.. this WHOLE day, you were just- because it was-“ Luigi gave a cruel smirk before Mario turned back to face Peach and Toad “I don’t blame you two for a second!” Mario said a bit harsher than he intended “but you!” He said pulling Luigi’s face closer to his “everyone says that your, too sweet, don’t have a mean bone in your body but I see right through you! I see the evil in your eyes! You cruel thing! You-you-“ Luigi just smiled in response “who meee?” He said with puppy dog eyes “YOU- are lucky I can never stay mad at you.” Mario let out a sigh of relief and pointed to his chest “feel my heart! Feel it!” He grabbed Luigi’s hand and pressed it to his chest, Mario’s heart going a million miles an hour. “That’s how much you scared me!” Luigi gave a toothy grin “awww Mario, you DO care!” Luigi giggled “don’t push your luck!” Mario scolded before smiling and pulling Luigi into a hug. “New rule! No more pranks with Bowser! Please my heart can’t take it!” “Okay okay..” Luigi smiled as he kissed Mario’s forehead as an apology “oooooh next year I am SO getting you back for this!” Luigi smiled and hugged back “Ok-ok maybe I went I little too far” Luigi snickered, Mario looked at him with wide but mischievous eyes “Ya’ Think?! -The end.

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quotablefanfiction · 2 years

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Izuku mumbles something, chin to his chest, and Hitoshi squints. Everyone knows squinting increases your hearing capabilities.

Shinsou is a font of logic at 3 AM (chp. 1)

i gave the voices in my head a megaphone by hannahbal (AO3) Boku no Hero Academia – General – Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi/Todoroki Shouto #Alternate Universe #Confident Midoriya Izuku #Chaotic Midoriya Izuku #Class 1-A Friendship #Shinsou Hitoshi is in Class 1-A #Not Bakugou Friendly #Crack Treated Seriously #Minor Violence #Angst and Humor #not really romance just heavily implied for the future #Eraserhead Needs a Raise #Shinsou Hitoshi needs a nap #Todoroki Shouto needs some Chill #Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit #Endeavor’s Bad Parenting #Hitoshi POV #mild pining

…and they started singing Megan Thee Stallion.

(Hitoshi, like any good friend, brainwashes Izuku’s anxiety away for a day so he can know some peace. The problem? Izuku has no fear of god or consequences.

Izuku also has no goddamn filter.)

#fanfiction #quote #Boku no Hero Academia #Shinsou Hitoshi #i gave the voices in my head a megaphone #hannahbal

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stargazer-balladeer · 2 years

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“Make way for Prince Jamil” [Twisted Wonderland]

- Jamil Viper x GN! Reader

Notes: Inspired by me answering an ask. Also, apologies if this is kinda messy and all over the place qwq Hope ya’ll still like this!

Warning: Few curse words

Song: Prince Ali - Aladdin

He knew when he saw the parade of animals that consisted of elephants, monkeys, peacocks and even performers amongst the variety of animals that he would regret the moment where he told Kalim about his crush on you…

“It’s time to impress your crush, Jamil!” Kalim cheered, seemingly more excited than the said-man who was still staring at the parade in disbelief. He knew that the oldest Al-Asim was extra, but isn’t this a bit too much?! “K-Kalim! Why’s there a whole parade here?! I thought I told you to not meddle in my affairs?!” Jamil practically screeched at Kalim who flinched at the tone of his vice housewarden before his bright smile returned, making Jamil groan seeing it making its great return. “I wanted to help you duh! It’s what friends do, right?” Kalim innocently said, not seeing any issue with his rather extravagant idea. Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself before he lost his composure.

“Yes, this is what friends do. But not to this extent! Why do we even need a whole parade to impress them?! It’s not like it’s their first time visiting and it’s certainly no special occasion to make excuses for this kind of attraction!” Jamil explained, clapping his hands together while staring deeply in the ruby eyes of Kalim. The young heir blinks before nodding slowly. “Hmm… I guess it would look suspicious…” Jamil heaved a sigh of relief hearing that but maybe it was a bit too soon because the next moment he’s choking on air. “Let’s just say this is for a party!” This utterly, blubbering fool-!

Jamil wearily smiles as he shifts uncomfortably on top of the elephant where Kalim used to stand during their trip to the oasis. He’s not used to being up there without Kalim, who gave him a thumbs up and promptly left him using the excuse that he needed to entertain the guests - i.e: scarabia students, first year ‘one-brain-cell’ group, and more importantly, you. He gritted his teeth in frustration and embarrassment. Why did he have to suffer like this? Who the hell did he pissed off in his previous life to deserve this treatment? Why did his mouth have to betray him and slip the one thing he didn’t want Kalim to know-

He sat up straight when he suddenly heard Kalim’s voice in a megaphone, making him raise a brow. Was this part of this so-called plan? Wait what was even the plan- “Make way for Prince Jamil!” One blink. Two blinks. Three blinks. Yep it’s screeching in the head time. He could feel his face heating up at what Kalim said, feeling all eyes on him now. Ahh too bad Kalim took away his hoodie or else he would’ve pulled the strings so hard to cover his face. He was dressed in one of Kalim’s garments, one given to him unexpectedly by Kalim who forced him to wear it.

“Say hey, it's Prince Jamil!” Kalim’s voice screamed in the megaphone once more, making Jamil wince before gulping when he heard people start yelling out ‘hey’. Honestly, he couldn’t bear to look straight in your directions or else he’ll burst from embarrassment. Ugh whyy- He could feel the elephant moving now, making him hold onto the golden pole that’s holding the cover over him to stabilize himself. When’s this nightmare ending-

“Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar!” Kalim’s voice sang in the megaphone but Jamil noticed he sounds considerably louder than earlier, peeking over the edge in front of him, he could see Kalim dancing already with the animals. Jamil sighed, putting a palm on his forehead. Of course Kalim would do this. “Hey you, let us through it's a brand-new star. Oh, come be the first on your block to meet his eye~!” Jamil folded his arms in front of him, letting his index finger tap on his arm on beat. Even though he despises Kalim for his servanthood and his own naivety, he gotta admit that Kalim can hold a tune. “Make way, here he comes! Ring bells, bang the drums - You're gonna love this guy!”

“Prince Jamil, fabulous he, Jamil Viper!” Jamil jumped back when confetti started to appear out of nowhere around him, but he couldn't help but crack a smile. As much as this is embarrassing, it is kinda fun. “Show some respect, boy, genuflect, down on one knee.” Jamil could see Kalim doing some flips here and there. It looks like he was enjoying himself. Jamil kinda wants to join him instead of sitting there looking pretty. “Now, try your best to stay calm! Brush up your Friday salaam - Then come and meet his spectacular coterie!”

Unable to help himself, he glances at your direction which is a bad mistake since he locks eyes with yours making him flustered and quickly glancing away. But wait, what was that glimmer in your eyes when he locked eyes with you? “Prince Jamil, mighty is he, Jamil Viper! Strong as ten regular men, definitely!” Jamil rolled his eyes at the exaggeration of Kalim. He knew that Kalim was referring to that one memory of them together where Jamil managed to make Kalim believe he can lift 10 men, of course that was before the whole servant fiasco. “He's faced the galloping hordes - A hundred bad guys with swords, Who sent those goons to their lords? Why, Prince Jamil!”

Rolling his eyes once more at Kalim, he decided that’s enough fun for the young heir. It’s time for his turn to shine! He heard many gasps as Jamil suddenly jumped from the elephant and landed near Kalim, who was as shocked as them but promptly recovered by laughing out loud. “Can’t have you having all the fun now.” Jamil smirked as he started to dance with the rhythm, letting himself get lost to the music. Kalim laughed at what his right-hand man said but said nothing as he continued singing. By now, Jamil has tuned it out as he is now focused on dancing. Maybe he wanted to focus so that he won’t mess up - so that he won’t look bad in your eyes.

Jamil’s eyes snapped at Kalim who pointed in your direction, the direction of one of the balconies of the Scarabia dorm. He glared at Kalim in return, mentally telling him ‘don’t do anything rash’. Kalim only smiled and Jamil knew he’s in it for real now. “Prince Jamil, handsome is he, Jamil Viper! That physique! How can I speak? Weak at my knees! - ow!” Jamil slapped Kalim’s head when he heard what he sang. If earlier he wanted to bury himself, now he just wanted the sun to burn on him! “So get on out in that square - Adjust your veil and prepare! To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Jamil, oops.” Kalim let out a giggle, winking at him, making Jamil confused but the confusion was gone as soon as he felt his feet leave the ground.

The magic carpet managed to catch him off-guard and snag the unsuspecting ‘prince’. Jamil could feel himself flying upwards, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them. To his horror, he was right in front of your face now! He stared dumbfoundedly at you, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of the water as you giggled at him. Even as Kalim continued to sing in the background, Jamil couldn’t hear him clearly now, getting lost in your eyes. He snapped out of it when you touched his face. Seeing your mischief-filled smile and your mirthful eyes, he knew you were about to tease him. “Greetings Prince Jamil~”

He lets out a sigh, might as well go along with the roleplay now that he’s in this situation, before smiling back at you. “Greetings (princess/prince). Would a jewel like you go on a small adventure with me?”

He swore he could hear Kalim cheering for him in the background as he helps you on the magic carpet, letting out a small smile for Kalim and mentally thanking him, maybe Kalim’s ideas aren’t so bad every time.

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ebonysficcollection · 11 months

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i gave the voices in my head a megaphone by hannahbal

Burn Your Wings by oWhiteKiwiBird

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p96822 · 5 months

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It had been a week since Sam came to Paris, and she was now trying to save the park trees that were going to be cut down by the end of the month for a building that sells free air. Sam would not let any harm occur naturally, even on another side of the planet.

Besides Chloe, Sabrina, and Lila, Alya and her other classmates decide to help Sam to make petitions to give to the Mayor of Paris so he can stop the tree from being cut down.

Everything was going well on the petition, and they had over 2000 signatures to save the park trees from being cut down. She was at the park with the petition in hand before this happened to her.

"Daddy, there she is. She tries to stop you from building Fresh Air; she needs to be stopped." Chole pointed at Sam.

"Thank you, Pumpkin; I'll take it from here," Andre told her as he went over to the goth. "My daughter told me that you're trying to make a petition to stop the trees being cut down for the new Project Oxygen building."

"That's right, and I want to give you these petitions so you can't cut down these trees for a building, especially one completely useless." So Sam gave him the papers. However, the Mayor tore the papers in half. "Hey!" Sam yelled.

"I'm sorry, miss, but this petition cannot stop the building of Project Oxygen. These people have jobs to do, families to feed, and homes to pay for. This petition means nothing against the various companies and forces that already have things underway."

"You can't do this!" Sam yelled at the Mayor.

"I have, and you will not stop Project Oxygen from happening, not now or ever." The Mayor said as he left, while Chloe gave a smug grin at Sam before following her father.

Sam felt angry that idiot of a mayor ruined her hard work. She growled at the Mayor as he worked away. She wanted revenge on him.

Even here, the government keeps trying to get in my way! She thought angrily.

The goth girl then grabbed a megaphone that she bought a few days ago from her backpack and started to yell, "Stop Project Oxygen," repeatedly.

The Mayor saw this and decided to call Roger Raincomprix to get her to stop her protesting against Project Oxygen.

Roger came to the park and grabbed Sam by the wrist.

"Hey, let me go!" Sam yelled at the cop,

"I'm sorry young lady; you have to vacate the premises. You're not allowed to protest Project Oxygen on the Mayor's orders," Roger told her.

"I can say whatever I want," Sam retorted

"You can't say it here, miss," Roger said and took Sam out of the park.

"I'm only going to give you a warning. Don't protest, or I'll have to drive you back home. Do you understand?"

This made Sam even angrier than ever because all the hard work that everyone did was gone, and she was unable to protest about it. Instead, she grips the megaphone tightly.

Hawkmoth's Lair

The darkroom lit up with light as the window shaped like a butterfly opened up. The butterflies flew away when the light hit them. The villains Mayura and Hawkmoth felt the negative emotions of Sam and were ready to Akumatized Sam.

"Well, what do we have here? Is someone new? And hating how authority abuses its power?" Hawk Moth asks." This is the perfect chance to strike Mayura."

"Yes, Hawkmoth, we will win and have the Miraculous of the Cat and the Ladybug," Mayura added.

A butterfly flew onto Hawkmoth's hand, and Mayura plucked a feather off her fan. Both of the villains cover the butterfly and feather with their other hand then the feather and butterfly turn dark black.

"Fly away from my little Akuma and evilize that nature-loving girl," Hawkmoth demanded.

"And Flutter away my Amok and enhance those emotions," Mayura said.

As Sam growled, gripping her megaphone tighter, she didn't notice the purple butterfly or blue feather flying into her device. Instead, within seconds she heard voices in her head as her eyes darkened.

"Greetings, Ragtash! We are Hawkmoth and Mayura. I understand you want to protect the environment. You can make the environment protect itself with your words! Go forth and defend nature, and if you want to go the extra mile, I can assure the protection of the trees. First, you have to get me Ladybug's and Chat Noir's miraculous." Hawkmoth wickedly smiled as he spoke.

"And take this amok. Let your anger and rage make it grow as you command. Your Treantrance," Marius continued with a sly smile.

"They've to listen now with this now they have to listen to me," Sam began to transform into Ragtash and the creation of the Sentimonster.

Amity Park museum

Danny went back to the Egypt exhibit. But, first, he had to find out why Hotep-Ra was after Marinette, something she might know.

"Danny, shouldn't we head back to the group?" Marinette asked.

"In a little bit Marinette, I have to find out why that ghost was after you so that it won't happen again," Danny answered.

"R-Really?" Marinette asked nervously.

"Yeah... and this was the exhibit he popped back to life in, so maybe there's a clue here." He explained as he took out his phone and took pictures of both the sarcophagus and some tablets.

It made Marinette worried that Danny might find out that she is Ladybug, so she had to think of something to get Danny off that trail. Then an idea came to her.

"Paulina said there was going to be a dance this Friday. So are you going to the dance, Danny?" Marinette asked, trying to get Danny from finding out she was Ladybug.

Danny pulled away and started thinking.

"Well, since the last time I went to a dance, Paulina asked me to go with her, and she only did that so she could spit Sam for calling her shallow and had no problem turning her back on me," Danny explained.

"That's just awful, and she shouldn't have done that. You're such a nice guy, and you shouldn't be treated that way. You deserve someone who wants to go with you." Marinette said.

"I can't believe I still had a crush on her after that whole thing. I'm never getting back in those months of my life," Danny said.

"How long did took you to get over Paulina?" Marinette asked him.

"Well, it took about three or four months to get over her, and it was really hard to get over her, mostly because she was that hot," Danny told Marinette.

"I can understand that because I'm trying to get over someone too, and it's too hard." Marinette thought about her crush on Adrien.

"Was that person nice, Marinette? Or was he just a jerk," Danny asked, wanting to know if the person that Marinette was trying to get over.

"No, Adrien is the nicest guy you'll ever meet. The only reason why I was trying to get over him was that he liked someone else over me. I don't know who, but it's clear who he's at least not in love with." Marinette explained.

Marinette's face lowered, and it took on a more heartbroken look when she felt a hand on hers, making her look up and see it was Danny doing the deed.

"Well, if this Adrien can't see how fun, nice, and pretty you are... it's his loss. Maybe give him till College to figure that out?" He suggests playfully.

Hearing that, Marinette smiled warmly.

"Thank you..."

Danny looked around and nodded contently.

"So... I'm all done. And speaking of that dance... do you... wanna... umm..." He started before turning as red as Ladybug's suit.

"Do I what?" Marinette asks.

"Well, since we're living under the same roof for now... wanna... be my date?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'll go with you to the dance," Marinette answered.

Danny gave Marinette a big smile that made her blush red, then her suit.

came and told the two that it was time to head back to school.

A few hours later

It was now three-thirty, and school let out. So Danny and Marinette headed home.

As the two made it to Fenton Works, Marinette remembered that Danny had pictures of the sarcophagus and the tablets. So, Marinette had to find a way to get rid of those photos. So Danny didn't learn her secret.

Okay... what do I do? Marinette thought.

"You okay?" Danny asks, noticing how quiet she is.

Marinette gasped upon realizing how she was saying nothing.

"I'm fine. Really..." She said.

Danny didn't look like he believed her but shrugged.

As they got into Fenton Works, Marinette went into her room and tried to think about how they could get those photos.

Okay... how do I get those photos? I could just go in while he's asleep...

But unfortunately, her thoughts were interrupted by the cat alarm she had started meowing.

"Oh no, not an Akuma, not now..." Marinette said before a thought came to her. "Wait... how am I gonna handle an Akuma on the other side of the world?"

As she asked herself, Tikki flew out of her bag once it was clear it was safe to come out. "Calm down, Marinette. We have to Horse Miraculous to get to Paris..." Her Kwamii reminded her.

"You're right, Tikki!" Marinette said, forgetting that she asked to take the horse with her if Paris was in danger while she was gone.

Now she has to think of a way to get out of the house and transform into Ladybug. So Marinette got out of her room and tried to sneak out quietly before passing Danny's room.

"Danny, be right back..." Marinette said in a whisper tone.

"Marinette!" Tikki said to her partner.

"Oh right, sorry," Marinette snapped out of it.

As she left and when to the front door, Danny's Ghost Sense went off.

"Again?" Danny asks as he looks around to see what ghost triggered his Ghost Sense.

When he opened his door, he saw Marinette going down the hallway, then she went downstairs and to the front door, leaving the house.

Where is she going? He thought.

Quietly, he left his room and followed her, knowing how bad it might look if she spotted him.

"I'm not following her because I like her; I'm only following her because I want to protect her from any other ghost from attacking her. Yeah, that's right, even though she's really pretty and nice." Danny tried to convince himself he wasn't doing anything wrong.

As he used his intangibility and invisibility to follow the French girl, Danny noticed something flying out of her purse as the streets were empty. He saw a small red bug thing following her.

What the heck? He thought.

So far as he saw that the bug-like thing wasn't dangerous to Marinette because it wasn't attacking her or anything, but what it was doing with her and why she wasn't bothered was what he was more curious about.

As Marinette hid in the alleyway, she opened the box that held the horse Miraculous. A small ball of light circled Marinette before dimming down and revealing it as a small horse-like being. It causes Danny's ghost sense to go off again.

"Wait, are those ghosts with Marinette?" Danny asked himself.

"Tikki, Kaalki! Dual Metamorphosis!" Marinette said as two lights enveloped Marinette. After the light dimmed down, her suit was red with black spots. The front of the suit was white with a white horseshoe over her chest. Most of her upper arm and sides are dark brown, while the rest of her forearms and hands are white with dark brown. Her legs were white, with the soles of her feet being dark brown. She had two red ribbons that tied her hair into a ponytail.

Danny was amazed at what he saw.

Sam is now akumazited and Marinette is heading back to Paris to save the day. What is Danny going to do? Well you going to find out next time.

Also a big thanks to BeConFuzzy and NeoMarks for helping with this story. You to are great!

#danny phantom #dannette #danny fenton x marinette #ladybug x danny phantom #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #dannyxmarinette #Secret identity revealed

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