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purplecraze · 1 year

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Beauty and the Beast AU 3

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:13 PM

He climbed the gate like he did time before and sneaked in

He took some steps inside and looked around

"Umh...Hello? Its me again! I-Im not here to steal stuff again i swear!! I just umh, have some questions??" He asked as he walked deeper in the house

"Like uh...not to sound rude but did you cursed me? People kinda hate me now. Like, more than the usual haha..."

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:16 PM

Upon entering, he could hear a faint 'you-!' in the distance.

But aside from that, there was no answer.

the place was a complete mess this time around. Not as destructive as that night had sound, but it hadn't miraculously been undone either....

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:18 PM

Yep it was messy...but at this point nara didnt even question it too much. If whoever (or whatever?) lived here passed his time by breaking and fixing stuff, none of hia business.

"Umh...at least may i know if birdy its ok now?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:22 PM

"..........."

One of the candles lit up by itself and the little bird appeared on it.

it looked fine, physically. But it was staying on a distance.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:24 PM

"Hi little one! Looks like you are recovering! ...from whatever you had- sorry, i like birds but i dont know a lot of yknow, fire birds" He awkardly giggled

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:25 PM

the little thing staid where it was, just eying him.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:27 PM

"So umh...Is like a way i can talk to who lives here? I know im being a bit of a pest right now but i got kicked out from the village over some forks so i kinda have some questions hah"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:29 PM

once more, it was quiet for a while.

Then, the bird flew off into one of the hallways, too fast for Narancia to follow.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:30 PM

He tired to follow it, but he gived up after he sprinted somewhere

"Uh ok?? Im gonna umh...Im gonna wait here!"

God he felt so awkard

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:33 PM

it took another long time for the bird to return. at least an hour went by, in complete silence.

But eventually, it returned with 2 pieces of paper: one folded note and one envelope with a seal on it baring the same emblem as the silverware had had.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:35 PM

Usually leaving a boring Narancia alone for a lot was kinda dangerous, but for now he just like?? Fixed some of the stuff in the room??

"I was bored...and i wanted to apologized" he murmured to the bird before opening the note

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:39 PM

the bird perched on his shoulder, but didn't ask for more attention beyond that.

The note was as followed:

'You are not cursed.

5 days from now, merchants will deliver supplies.

Hand them the envelope and go with them.'

there was a small ink spot on the paper at the end of that sentence, as if a pen had been pressed to it for a while.

'I apologize for what you have been through on my account.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:41 PM

"Oh"

It took him a while to read all of that but then got the envelope in his new jacket pocket

"Uh! Thanks sir ghost!! And umh, no need to apologize! Im kinda the one that sneaked in the house in the first place!" He said, cupping his mouth to be heard

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:43 PM

he could hear a timid sigh, but that was all the feedback he was going to get.

The bird got off his shoulder and flew circles in the air for a while.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:45 PM

Nara looked at the bird for a while

"You are really cute yknow? Do you have a name or do i have to keep calling you birdy?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:47 PM

the bird flew towards him but seemed to hesitate for a moment, it then flew in the direction of the dining hall, slow enough for Narancia to follow.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:48 PM

"Ok ok i follow you!" He said, well if he needed to live there for some days then better get used to it

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:49 PM

once more, there was all kinds of delicious food waiting for him. The dining hall was all cleaned up too.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:52 PM

"Uh thanks again??" He murmured

And while yes in the past 2-3 days he ate more than the usual, it still looked all so good. And while he was not feral like the first time, he still happily ate everything that could fit in his stomatch

"So...does mr ghost comes to eat or?" He asked to the bird feeding it a slice of apple

"If merchants come here with the food it means he has to eat right??"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 9:54 PM

the bird shook its head, seeming to understand exactly what he was saying, but not being able to communicate back.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 9:56 PM

He looked at it curious and petted its head

"Its just you two here right? At least i hope you keep eachother company"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:01 PM

it flew towards a cabin and took hold of an empty sheet of paper, then perched down on top of an ink bottle.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:02 PM

He grabbed the bottle and looked at it

"Uh...i cant really write if its what you need" he said, opening it anyway

"Dont tell me that you can write because i cant belive a bird can and i dont" he giggled

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:04 PM

The bird took one of its own feathers, even though it didn't hurt. he dipped it in the ink and indeed started writing.

'No, just one.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:15 PM

"Uh?" Now he was even more curious

Now even the bird writing

"Well must be loney here then..."

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:16 PM

the bird lay the feather pen down again, not replying.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:19 PM

"Ah thinking about i disnt even present myself!" He said

"My name is Narancia Ghirga!"

He then poked his tongue out as he tried to write his name, it was wonky, the letters of different sizes and a bit wobbly

"...Yeah not the best but i never went to school haha"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:22 PM

The bird took the feather up once more and wrote 'The bird doesn't have a name, call it what you like.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:23 PM

"Oh cool- hold on- whats -your- name mr ghost?" He asked squinting his eyes aa he finished eating the apple he shared with the bird

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:25 PM

'Pannacotta Fugo', it wrote in a very neat font.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:25 PM

"Like the cake???" He tried to not laugh, after all he was named after a fruit

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:27 PM

the bird pecked his hand.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:28 PM

"Ok ok sorry!" He murmured

"...can i know why we are talking via magical bird and not face to face?"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:29 PM

it held the feather for a while, probably considering what to write.

'It's a risk I don't want to take.

You're not cursed, but I am.'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:31 PM

"...Yknow, i think a week ago i wolunt belive it but the magic bird messaging and how people freaked out is aready a good proof. Soooo, is bad education asking someone how they got cursed or??"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:33 PM

Yes, it kinda is. And so the bird only wrote 'messing with black magic'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:34 PM

Yeah that sounded like a good way to get cursed

"Uh cool- no i mean, not cool for you of course! But like, cool as magic is cool? I guess?? Nevermind-"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:36 PM

'is there anything that you'd like?'

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:40 PM

"Umh- dunno i was kinda busy...not dying to have hobbies" He laughed

"I guess i just like to chill? Im kinda good with animals and fixing stuff tho? I kinda like birds too pff, your pet is really cute. Oh i kinda used to play the harmonica but i had to sell it for some shoes a couple of years ago and i cant read the notes i kinda learn by trying till i get the song"

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:43 PM

the bird hopped over to a small silver bowl that was on the table. the metal started to bubble and shrink into itself, forming like some kind of clay. it kept doing that for a few minutes, until it had formed itself into a harmonica.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:45 PM

"Woahh!" Nara looked at it

"Thats so cool!!" With a bit of hesitation he grabbed the harmonica, blowing it

"Ah ok sorry that was off-" He giggled awkardly and then tried again, playing some short folk song

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:47 PM

from somewhere within the house, Narancia could hear the same song resound. Only it wasn't the sound of an harmonica. The same melody was played on a piano.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:49 PM

A duet??

He took another breath and keept playing, making sure to not miss any note

"You are really good!" He exclamed when the song was over

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:50 PM

there came no reply, just the bird sitting on the paper.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:51 PM

"You welcome!" He replied a bit sarcastic

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:52 PM

yeah, sorry Nara, he won't allow himself to warm up to you so easily....

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 10:55 PM

Fair

The boy looked around, before thinking that, magic or not, maybe he should at least wash the dishes since he was an unwanted guest

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 10:58 PM

whatever he was doing, Fugo let him do as he pleases. the bird followed him along, though.

the items in the kitchen that had been a mess before had now been fixed..... except for the items that Narancia had attempted to fix. Those were left untouched.

orange-plane-boy — 08/26/2021 11:02 PM

He put the harmonica in his pocket and got in the kitchen,

looked around till he found the soap and then took off his jacket, pulled up his sleeve and started to wash, luckly he didnt made too much of a mess, washing dishes was one of the few job that would hire people like him so he kinda knew how to handle it. Of course he was pretty sure those plates were waaaaay more expensive than the ones from some shitty inn

purplecraze — 08/26/2021 11:07 PM

somehow, holding the plate so tentatively, it felt weird. As if it SHOULD be broken, but it isn't.

Being in complete pristine state, it still looked absolutely miserable.

For someone alone in a castle, plates at a bustling inn must hold far greater value....

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast au

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rot-room · 11 months

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6-23-23

I feel like i am in a bad dream for the last 72 hrs. Im gonna share to document these trying times. Woke up so sick 2-3 nights ago (time does not exist rn). I thought it was usual anxiety/ssri symptoms but turned out to be much worse (food poisoning?) Was up all night on phone with mom. Next day i had shakes/chills/fever and body ache all over. Was too afraid to take my ssri for 2 days.

All of this is happening, and i was also following the news about the submarine, for some reason. Felt like a descent into insanity, me rotting in this room soaked in sweat and heart racing. Honestly, i have felt like that one scene in trainspotting:

Anxiety is unbearable because you start to fear the fear itself. The worst part of my illness aside from the crushing nausea and stomach distress was the fear that came with it. I have severe emetophobia. The worst part of my anxiety is that it never stops. I am constantly afraid. I am afraid of being afraid, i am afraid of losing control. It is a never-ending cycle. The last two nights i fell asleep with my mom on the line. Just to be safe. She yelled at me two days ago and i cried like a child. A sick child. Sobbing and shaking in pain and making it worse for myself and none of the 'grown ups' in my life being gentle with me while i feel like i wounded bird. i called the nurse hotline and she put me thru to a doctor. The nurse seemed like she thought i was dying. I did too, as i originally thought i had serotonin syndrome. The doctor was very nice, she told me i am Not dying, and i can keep taking my meds. I am grateful for the doctor on the phone for being gentle with me, as i was crying while we talked.

I have been playing a moth game to keep me distracted and i love it, nd i have become even more fascinated with caterpillars and moths

woke up last night at 3am having a panic attack. The worst part is, once i start having a panic attack i start to panic about how i am panicking.

My heart was beating so hard and i could anticipate the nausea and tingly face that would come with it but i knew if i kept this cycle up i will die. I can't even say for sure how much of my sickness was sickness and how much was a fear response. It all started to blend together into one big nightmare.

i thought for once, hey i will actually do something productive instead of crumbling apart like a million shards of broken short circuited machinery thats frantically thrashing and quivering and oozing toxic waste.

so i took some deep breaths. the 4-7-8 deep breaths. and miraculously within a few minutes my heart was slowing down. that really is the biggest culprit for me; the racing heart. It is the poisoned root that opens the pandoras box of symptoms. The nausea the shaking the salivating the tingling the hyperventilating. If i can slow the racing heart i can cut off those symptoms before they spiral out of control. And i stopped it. It was hard because i took gravol before and i was in a half-coma state. Trying to calm a panic attack while drowsy is very very scary. But i did it. And i had two other panic attacks today. And i stopped them myself. Now that i was so sick i feel like i stood in the gates of hell and the most comforting thing to tell myself when i am panicking is, "whats the worst that can happen?" Because the worst part of all of it, was the fear. The anxiety spiralling out of control. The sickness was horrible on its own but the fear only exacerbated it. I need to get a hold on it.

this battle with anxiety and panic disorder controls my life. sometimes more than other times. I dont keep many secrets and i am an open book, but nobody in my life except maybe my mother will ever know the extent to which my GAD and panic disorder and emetophobia(and presumably OCD) controls me. I am dying. I am dying at work i am dying when i am with my friends, when i am laughing i am dying when i am sleeping i am dying. Because of my fear and panic. I cannot do it anymore. I need to win. I can do it. I cannot spiral anymore. I am not alive i am surviving. I am more afraid and alert than a caveman hiding from predators millions of years ago. I feel everything constantly. All the pain all the fear i feel it all.

I have seen this photo more in the last three days than i have seen another human, eaten food, got out of bed,

When i look at this, i see a lovecraftian monster. I dont wanna talk about current events but sometimes things happen and i fixate on them when i am already in a dark place and this is one of them. Maybe its because i am so afraid right now, and i cant think of anything more terrifying than being in a tiny tube in the bottom of the ocean that implodes in on itself. The last three days i have been sick and i have not left my bed and i have not eaten and i have been scared to take my meds and i have gone back and forth from my bed and a cold shower. I have panicked so much. Such catastrophe, such fear. It lives inside of me. I dont know if i have anything poetic to say about the sub. I have just been morbidly obsessing over the situation and it felt like something i needed to mention in my memoir of the last fucked up three days. when i think of this transitional, dark time i will think of the sub, and vice versa. Rest in peace Suleman.

I watched Bound (1996) last night on the couch in the dark, it was on cable. I loved this movie so much. It felt like a light in the darkness. I hope one day i can have a girlfriend. I hope girls are real. That sure would be cool.

I hope i can get better. I really, really want to. If i do not stop being afraid i will die. I will die anyway but, the fear will kill me much too soon and very painfully. I cannot live like this forever. And i won't, because I am brave and i have lived to tell everything up until now. I will be okay. I will be okay. I will be okay. I love you, i forgive you, thank you.

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blorbosondeck · 3 years

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fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!!

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up.

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

#lmao please interact with this i spent so much time on it #i had to go onto desktop for this #ill keep adding on to it #my fic recs #fic rec #spn fic rec #deancas fic recs #charlie.txt

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randomoranges · 2 years

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im my own hallmark chanel haha.

onward with more soft xmas aus with mixed song titles :)

I Wish I Had a River [Please Celebrate me Home]

Edward clutches his phone tightly in his hands and tries not to pace too far away from the arrivals gate. The last thing he wants to do is miss the arrival of his boyfriend. Especially considering the fact that he has not physically seen him in nearly two years. He’s been waiting for this moment. Hoping it would come. Nearly had given up on it ever happening.

The pandemic had done nothing to help, really.

See, he’d met Étienne a few years ago, when Étienne had started a second degree at UofA. They’d had a class together. They’d bonded near instantly and the rest had been history, really. Managing the long distance bits had been easy at first, since they knew they’d see each other in a few short weeks. It had been a breeze, when things and travel had been permitted. Then, the pandemic had hit and Étienne had found himself back home, due to a family circumstance and had not been able to return to Edmonton. To return to him.

At first, despite the uncertainty, they’d played it safe and by ear, keeping up with video calls and messages, but as the days turned into weeks and had then turned to months, the weight of the situation had gotten to them as well. The situation in Québec and then Alberta hadn’t helped at all and Edward had found it particularly hard when Étienne hadn’t been able to return for the following term.

He understood why Étienne had chosen to stay back in Montréal, obviously, but – it had been hard.

They’d gone from being able to see each other every week to having to rely on a video call once a week, if lucky, given time zones, different schedules and everything else and however many messages they could exchange in a day. Watching movies together at a distance and having “electronic date nights” weren’t the same when they had turned into the norm and not a silly thing they’d done occasionally over summer breaks. It also hadn’t helped that the quality of their conversations had gone from rich to poor, given the fact that there was not much Étienne could do, due to curfew and the pandemic had done nothing good for either of their mental health.

There had even come a point when Edward had thought of calling it quits, if only because he was tired of not being able to be with his boyfriend. Tired of feeling far and disconnected. Tired of feeling as though no matter what, the situation only kept getting worse. Tired of the idiocy of governments and people. Tired of feeling stuck.

Miraculously, however, every time he’d called Étienne to tell him, he hadn’t been able to. The pros outnumbered the cons, still, somehow and whenever he’d speak with Étienne, he’d remember how much he enjoyed being with him and it would staunch the wound for a little longer, until he’d made it to this point – to December once more.

It isn’t as if the situation with the pandemic is gone, – it’s not better either, but there is some travel that is permitted and so, Étienne has concocted some wild scheme, like he’s known to do. He’s decided to visit him over the holidays – up until his birthday too and even though Edward had been a little bit reticent about the idea at first, he’d eventually warmed up to it. A lot. To the point where he’d made a little countdown calendar and all. Not that he’s told Étienne. Or that he’ll ever show him. But – he misses his boyfriend something fierce and seeing him again – being able to occupy the same space as him has quieted every other worry he has. If others can travel for whatever reason, then his boyfriend can fly over to see him. Sure, it is hypocritical and self-centered, but if the world is going to end, he’s tired of playing it super safe. If this is his one reckless thing, then so be it.

Edward checks his phone again, in case he’s missed a message from his boyfriend, but there’s nothing there. He checks the arrivals screen and the information hasn’t changed. The passengers have gotten off and so, Étienne should be arriving soon. Any minute now.

His heart rate picks up at the thought and he resumes his pacing, unable to stay still.

He’s going to see his boyfriend. He’s going to be able to physically hold his boyfriend. Hug him. Kiss him silly. Hold his hand. He won’t have to deal with dropped calls and stuttered internet connections. He’ll be able to have an actual ongoing conversation with Étienne. Won’t have to worry about time zones. They’ll be able to watch a movie together, while sitting in the same room. Play with Étienne’s hair as he falls asleep against him.

It’s too much. It’s perfect. He needs more time to process. He wants Étienne to be with him right now.

He nearly misses the moment when Étienne steps out, too busy daydreaming about all the things he’ll be able to finally do, but then, from the corner of his eyes, he spots a familiar Santa hat walk towards his way.

His previous excitement is momentarily replaced by panic as Étienne walks closer and he pretends he hasn’t yet noticed him. What if they can’t connect anymore? What if Étienne has grown tired of him? Or him of Étienne? What if they’d been riding the nostalgia wave for too long? What if the spark and connection are gone?

What if this is a big mistake with dire consequences he’ll never be able to forgive himself for?

The miasma of doubt dissipates as quickly as it had installed itself the moment he locks eyes with Étienne and even with the mask on, Edward can see his boyfriend smile beneath it. He stops, a few paces ahead of him, and they both stand before each other, taking the moment in. This is it. It is finally – finally happening. Étienne is here and – it feels like before. The euphoria wipes away all his doubts and worries and Étienne is here. He’s here, right there, before him, his boyfriend is here.

Surprisingly, it’s Edward who takes the first step to close the last of the distance between them, but it’s Étienne who reaches him first, enveloping him in a tight hug that knocks the breath out of him for a moment, but it’s worth it. He’s missed this so much. He’s missed the way Étienne hugs with his whole body, pressed close as he furrows his face in the crook of his neck and breathes.

He’s missed the sound of Étienne’s laughter and that special way he says Édouard! delighted as all else at having him here. Missed the texture of his curls under his fingers and the way Étienne cups his face to look at him. Missed the greens of his eyes and his smile – which he can see peek over his mask.

He never wants to let go – not now anyways and so he leans into his boyfriend, lets Étienne hold him closer still as he twines his hands in the locks of hair that peek out from the Santa hat. He feels, for the first time in one year, nine months and three days a certain weight lift from his shoulders and he takes a second to appreciate it. To be, here, in Étienne’s arms. To reconnect after so long. To feel the jagged puzzle pieces of his soul finally fit and click together.

“It’s so good to see you,” Étienne tells him, voice a little heavy with emotion, still refusing to let go just yet.

Edward doesn’t mind, smiles up at him and grins, “It’s good to see you too – are you – Maisonneuve, are you crying?” He teases, if only to hide the swell of emotion he also feels build inside of him.

Étienne laughs and passes a finger under his glasses to potentially wipe a tear away and Edward blinks back his own. It won’t do to get emotional, even though this, after everything that’s happened, feels finally right.

“If you’re not crying, then I’m not crying,” He answers, before placing a masked kiss to his cheek and spinning him around once for good measure.

Edward clutches on to him and laughs, nearly tripping back on Étienne when his boyfriend settles him down. They share another hug, content to be close, before finally, Edward suggests they get out of the airport and head home. Étienne is content with the plan and links their arms together, as they head out, and Edward realises that even something as simple as Étienne linking his arm with his has been something he’s missed tremendously and had taken for granted.

They chat about trivial things on the way to the truck and as Edward is about to get in, Étienne stops him, tugging on his arm.

“Can I kiss you? Before we head out?” It’s such an innocent request, timid sounding almost, that it makes Edward chuckle and nod.

“Of course – can’t believe I didn’t even think of it.” He can’t believe he got used to not having a kiss from Étienne. Can’t believe he was about ready to drive all the way back home without kissing Étienne when he’d been just thinking about it. When he could do it again.

He pulls off his mask, realising that they’d both kept it on out of habit, and Étienne cups his face with his gloved hands, caressing his cheeks for a moment, savouring the proximity. Edward thrills at the feeling and grins softly up to him.

“Missed you,” He tells Étienne, holding him close, anticipating the kiss.

“Missed you more,” Étienne responds, returning his grin, before finally pressing their lips together.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #au #fic #christmas song bonanza 2k21

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Chapter eleven - Saving Private Chat Noir

A Cat and A Prince Master Page

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My Miraculous Ladybug blog

Author’s Notes: EVEN MORE ANGS- well, this one’s less angst and more action. It’s also more D&D-ish which is fun. Also also i couldn’t resist the name of this chapter, there aren’t really ranks like that in this fic haha

Marinette, Alya and Nino hid in the trees. There was a forest to one side of the battlefield which they had been forbidden to go into whenever they went to the front, as it was supposedly full of traps and assassins. But Marinette did not care. It was either hide in the trees and chance its dangers, or run across the open field and be seen and killed. She felt as though her senses had been heightened as she could hear almost every tiny sound in the fallen rotting leaves, and she could see every tiny flash of movement behind every trunk and branch. A rat had sped across in front of them and she had frozen as if it was a threat but her friends had not even noticed it.

Neither of her friends were happy with this plan, but despite Marinette telling them they could go back, neither of them wanted to let her go alone. Luckily, Nino always carried his mace and shield so he could defend the trio in case they were attacked, and Alya could conjure a weapon for herself if need be. They both worried about Marinette, but they hadn’t seen how much she had improved since being partnered with Chat. And today she was determined to find him and nothing would stand in her way.

So far, nothing had stood in her way, and they were nearing the enemy camp. The low sounds of conversation and a blacksmith hammering could be heard from behind the spiked wooden wall and Marinette could pick up the odd word. They were talking about some prisoners and she took a few steps closer to try to hear more.

“- she came in with this one soldier last night, ‘e looked so beat up. I thought ‘e was dead at first glance. ‘Ealers said ‘e should be. Took a burning rock ta the face! ‘E certainly wasn’ta pretty sight ta see when ‘e was carried in!” Marinette gritted her teeth as she heard laughter and she stepped closer still, being careful to stay in the shadows of the trees.

“Know what she’ll do with ‘im?”

“I s’pose she’ll have a lookit ‘im. See if ‘e’s fixable. Dunno if they’ll put ‘im up for ransom for one o’ ours or if she’ll wanta use ‘im ‘erself. She said summat ‘bout ‘im ‘aving summat special ‘bout ‘im. Some magics. So she’ll keep ‘im for ‘er own uses, is my guess.”

“Say where he is…” Marinette hissed under her breath as she moved a little further round, being careful to keep an eye on the guard at the open gate who was scanning the forest. Alya and Nino had hung back at her request but when she glanced back at them, they were anxiously poised to jump in at the first sign of trouble.

The blacksmith hammering stopped and she heard movement that she assumed came from the people talking. Their laughter set her teeth on edge. “I’m gonna go ‘ave a lookit ‘im now, if you wanta come along. Gotta keep ‘em fed, y’know.”

“Yeah, alright.”

Wondering if she would be able to follow them or not, she listened carefully to the direction of their footsteps. The guard she was watching waved to someone below and two men walked out, one wearing a blacksmith’s apron and the other carrying a box of sorry-looking vegetables. Her eyes lit up as they began walking around the edge of the wall, between it and the forest. She would be able to follow them. Turning to her friends, she quickly motioned for them to follow her with a finger to her lips. They nodded and began carefully padding their way through the sodden leaves.

The men continued walking around the wall and only stopped when they came to the entrance of a very large black tent. Marinette was confused. It seemed to have no protection whatsoever. She turned to Alya who closed her eyes and quickly whispered a spell. When she opened them again she nodded. “Surrounded by protection spells. Be careful.”

Marinette nodded back, placed a hand on a shoulder of each of her friends, then whispered her own spell, causing a bright red light to spring forth from the three of them. Her friends’ eyes widened in surprise but they had no time to ask any questions as she was already on the move. She was no longer sneaking, and instead boldly walked up to the entrance. A spell exploded with a loud bang as she touched the covering, sending a flurry of leaves flying around the tent, but she barely acknowledged it, continuing to step inside with the red light still shining around her form. As she entered the tent, she saw the two men she had followed staring at her in fear, plus a hulking brute in gorilla armour and a tall slight woman in peacock robes who she recognised from her first mission with Chat Noir. Marinette’s eyes widened and then narrowed in indignation. “You!”

The peacock wizard looked shocked as she took in the sight of Ladybug walking into her tent, bold as brass and unharmed. She then looked passed her as Rena Rouge and Carapace, surrounded by the same red light, also stepped through the protection spell unharmed, though both of them flinched at the explosions, then took defensive stances next to Ladybug. The gorilla soldier stormed over, raising his warhammer, and swung for the trio, but both Ladybug’s red light and Carapace’s shield caused it to bounce and it hit the desk beside him, knocking papers and vials everywhere. The wizard threw a spell at Ladybug but it never made its mark and she didn’t move a muscle in response. All she did was glare. The two men she had followed decided this fight was well above their pay grade and fled, receiving no attacks of opportunity from the trio.

Carapace continued to fight off the soldier whilst Rena Rouge conjured a mace of her own and ran towards the wizard. Making sure they were able to hold their own, Marinette turned to look around the tent. There was a cloth hanging, separating this room from the next, and she ran over to it, tearing it aside to see several tall cages packed into the room. Four of them were occupied, and there, in the first one, was his untied long golden hair spilling over his shoulders, his black leather armour and mask which she was momentarily relieved to see was still in place, and his eyes - which were closed and bruised. She rushed over to him in panic. He was hunched over, unable to lie down in the cramped cage, covered in hellish burns and gashes and drenched in blood. She removed one of her gloves, placed her bare hand on his jawline and closed her eyes, sending magical senses inside his body and finding that he should indeed not be alive. She silently thanked the magical being he had bonded with for preventing his death. When she opened her eyes again, his bright green ones were staring back at her, disbelief apparent on his face. She smiled at him but tears spilled out of her eyes and streamed down her face.

The sounds of other soldiers outside drew closer to the tent and Marinette hurriedly ripped open the top of Chat’s leather tunic and firmly placed her bare hand on his chest beneath his collarbone, much to his surprise. The magical bond that was keeping him alive had given her an idea. She closed her eyes once more and, frowning in concentration, she sent her magic into him again, this time for healing rather than assessment. Concentrating hard, she drew on every ounce of energy she had in her, knowing that it would unfortunately leave her friends in the other room vulnerable, and poured it all into him, willing his bones to mend and his muscles, organs and flesh to knit back together. Chat let out a cry of pain and began breathing heavily, his heartbeat fast and visible without his armour to hide it, but the skin she could see was pristine again under the dried blood.

“What… Ladybug, what did you just do?” Marinette collapsed to kneel on the floor of the tent and Chat bolted up to try to catch her through the bars, surprising them both. “You- you healed me? How?”

“No… time to… explain… We… have to get out…”

Chat nodded and stood up, raising his right hand. “If you can move away, do it now.” Marinette dragged herself away from the door of his cage as he held his ringed hand up to it. There was a crackle of black magic and a loud crash as the door was blasted off his cage and slammed into the one opposite, which thankfully had no-one inside it. He then stooped down to pick Marinette up and gave her a little of his own healing magic. It wasn’t much, but she felt she could at least walk now.

Just then, the soldiers from outside entered the tent, taking in the havoc four young enemies had caused with shocked expressions, then lifted their weapons to attack. Carapace had managed to subdue the gorilla soldier before his Ladybug shield had fallen, and raised his turtle shield to the first of the four attackers. Rena Rogue was still battling the peacock wizard who had taken advantage of her vulnerability and was slinging spells at her with surprising speed. Rena couldn’t dodge all of them and became paralysed when one such spell found its mark. Marinette barely had the energy to cry out for her and Chat looked on in horror. He then turned to the two soldiers who were rushing toward them, and with startling speed dodged the first attack and redirected the soldier’s weapon towards their partner, who didn’t have time to react or pull back from being stabbed in the abdomen. He then swung the first attacker round and down, and with a swift movement, snapped their neck. He moved with brutal efficiency, even without his sword, and Marinette felt a strange mixture of both pride and horror, just as one would with a house cat bringing their master a dead rat.

Carapace was being beaten down by the other two soldiers, and Rena Rogue was still paralysed with the peacock wizard looking to escape behind her. Chat picked up the sword sticking out of the stabbed soldier and threw it across the tent. It bounced off a blue light the wizard had hastily thrown up, but it still hit the shield with enough force that she fell back onto the table behind her. Picking up the other sword from the floor, Chat leapt over the bodies, slashing the backs of the soldiers attacking Carapace, and landed with the sword blocking the wizard from leaving. Carapace’s enemies were only minorly wounded by Chat’s attack, but it allowed him to push them back with his shield and regain the offensive against them.

Instead of feeling useless as she watched this fight unfold, and knowing that the spell holding Rena would only drop if the wizard chose to drop it - or died - Marinette decided to find the keys to the three cages with prisoners inside. She thought she had seen them on one of the tables before they had all been knocked over or broken, so she dropped to her knees and began shuffling through papers and ingredients. At one point Carapace had to block an attack directed at her, but he still had the upper hand in this fight, and Chat appeared to be having an angry conversation with the wizard. Marinette continued moving the debris on the ground and eventually found the keys. She groaned as she struggled to her feet, then moved over to the cages and began fiddling with the keys to try to find the correct one for each. The prisoners inside expressed their gratitude as they were released, and the two that had the energy to joined in the fight, whilst the other stayed with Marinette.

Carapace with his two new helpers quickly dispatched the last two soldiers and then suddenly Rena was released from her paralysis. Marinette turned to see Chat was tying up the wizard and admitted to herself that she would not have had the self control, nor the foresight, to even think of taking her as a prisoner. She would have been far too enraged by Chat’s capture to have even considered sparing her life, even despite her healer’s vows. She met Chat’s eyes and they shared a nod before the four of them, the three uncaged prisoners, and the peacock wizard all left the tent and hastily made their way back to the other camp through the forest.

#hcm92literature #fanfic #AU #A Cat and A Prince #Miraculous Ladybug #Ladybug #Chat Noir #Rena Rouge #Carapace #ladynoir #adrinette

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professionaltsundere · 5 years

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Theory time! So with the release of the Chat Blanc trailer and it being midnight, my brain has gone into theory mode and im gonna go mad if i dont post this.

Let’s just say the impossible theory straight out the gate:

Felix is Adrien.

Now why im saying that is (hopefully) below the cut. I dont know how to format tumblr posts.

From the trailer we see Bunnix and Ladybug and just a ruined city, totally flooded and stuff. So we all think Ladybug is gonna have to go back in time and prevent the akuma from getting to Chat Noir in the first place.

This theory suggests that Ladybug and Bunnix weren’t the only two to travel back in time. Chat Blanc did too.

So Ladybug manages to capture the akuma, save the day, launch the cure to reverse any damage that the corrupted butterfly did. Problem: it hasn’t done any damage to this timeline. You may see where I’m going with this.

How it ends is Chat Blanc (probably) being de-evilized (or just detransforming, who knows? we never got an answer for what happens when a copy of the miraculous uses the special move in CopyCat nor Anti-Bug) but something goes wrong. He still has the icy personality, he’s not back to ‘normal’.

He’s also her age, so I guess you don’t age under akumatization because Bunnix was clearly an adult ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m getting off topic, this is a mess. Now Ladybug, and later Marinette, is left with a frigid blonde with a distain for humanity sans her. Bunnix left so unless she gives Alix the miraculous he’s here to stay and even if she did it might not work.

“You need a name.” is the first thing Marinette says to him that isn’t in panic or confusion, because she doesn’t want to know Chat’s real identity or take advantage of this situation. They eventually settle on Felix Blanche, because we’re creative at 12:30am, and Master Fu allows the boy to stay with him as temporary lodgings.

The episode would transition to Felix now as opposed to Chat Blanc, if it didn’t already, and we start on a beautiful morning of Marinette waking up late and rushing to get ready. Sabine calls up to Marinette saying a classmate is here to walk her to school, a boy. Turns out Fu and the school have a hell of a fast turn around for paperwork processing because Felix is joining her class, or at least auditing it right now.

Mari now has a espresso cat body guard, sans the literal cat part, who only listens to her and gives death glares to every other member of the class (tho he does give the iciest to Lila and Adrien, for some reason) and wants to occupy all her time. This does make Marinette uncomfortable so we get a wonderful moment of girls supporting girls and getting her away from Felix.

There are two scenerios I imagine from here:

1) Eventually someone will posit the idea that Felix is a sentimonster, probably Alya, and the class tries to find Ladybug to save Mari.

2) (and this depends on him being able to transform into Chat Blanc) Ladybug meets up with Chat Noir and he notices her... ‘shadow’. She explains the situation in broad strokes and admits to not knowing what to do. Chat Blanc, meanwhile, stays at least a rooftop away from Chat Noir at all times, hissing if he gets to close and always keeping an eye on Ladybug. This version of the events leads to Chat realizing how he relentless pursueing of Ladybug is actually really creepy because he see this alternate version of himself literally stalking her and getting way to close and making him think ‘wait- is this how i make her feel?’ and stuff.

Both of these could probably occur on the same path but we’re talking about a 30~ minute childrens show, it won’t.

The end of the episode, and Felix’s departure, would occur as Felix fades away, his timeline completely ceasing to exist because Chat now knows the way he’s acting is totally wrong and won’t reach that obsession level. It’s a sad ending, but also happy because we’d get promises from either Chat Noir or the rest of the class (probably Chat Noir) to re-evaluate how they were treating Ladybug/Marinette and improve from now on.

Lesson (because childrens show): The future isn’t set in stone. You need to be aware of how you treat people and consider their feelings.

#miraculous ladybug #chat blanc

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cryptidkieren · 5 years

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come around (4/6)

hi guys!! im sorry this took so long to get out, but these chapters are steadily getting longer (over 5000 on this one alone!!) and im working 2 jobs so balancing all that has been fun :)

yesterday was my BIRTHDAY so i cranked out the last 2000 words to get it out asap

hope you like it! 💛💛

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Crowley slept for a week and a half.

Aziraphale barely left his side during the first few days. He was strung as tight as a bow, his anxiety through the roof, as he waited for Heaven or Hell to come after them.

They didn’t, though, thank- someone.

By the time the angel finally calmed down enough to roam the apartment freely, Crowley’s wounds had healed completely. Only a thin white scar was left of the gaping wound on his chest, thankfully, though he knew the demon would be cross. Having gone close to 300 years without another miraculously healed injury would leave him a bit sour now that his streak was broken. Removing scars from their corporations that were healed with divine (or occult, on occasion) powers was difficult, so it was better in the long run to leave them be.

Aziraphale was prepared to deal with his pouting and snark, only because he knew how close Crowley had come to total destruction.

In his weaker moments, Aziraphale wished he had laid waste to Hastur that day in the alley for daring to harm his demon. The guilt would come rushing in, of course, even though he knew it was more than the revolting demon deserved.

He was less guilty about the righteous anger he felt towards the Archangels.

The angel didn’t know when they would come for him after the stunt he pulled with Uriel’s dagger, but he knew it would happen like he knew how he would react.

Aziraphale had chosen his side, after all, and nothing would get in his way of protecting Crowley.

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The day before the Winter Solstice, Crowley finally woke up.

Aziraphale had just returned to the sparse flat after checking in at the book shop, a take out cup of tea steaming in his hand, when saw his companion shuffling out of the bedroom. He nearly dropped the cup when he saw how the demon looked.

Crowley looked like death warmed over, his skin paler than normal from being inside for so long. His hair was a right mess and he was still without a shirt, his dark boxers slung low on his hips. The late afternoon sun streamed through the picture windows of the living room, setting the entire apartment ablaze in warm golden light.

He imagined this was a glimpse of what Crowley was like before he Fell.

“‘Lo, ‘Ziraphale,” he yawned, completely oblivious to Aziraphale’s inner turmoil. The demon lurched towards him suddenly, forcing a very undignified noise out of the angel.

The paper cup was stolen from his hand as Aziraphale blushed hotly, silently cursing his racing heart to Hell and back. Crowley hummed as he sipped on the tea, grimacing comically when he swallowed.

“Ugh, you always make your tea too sweet, angel.” The demon peered at him, his amber eyes still a little foggy with sleep. His cheeks were a bit flushed, faint pillow creases marking one side of his face, good Lord- “Why’re you so red? You alright?”

“It’s cold!” Aziraphale blurted out in a panic as his heart practically beat out of his chest. “Very cold, yes! Wasn’t very prepared, to be honest, those winds could sweep someone off their feet!”

Crowley scrutinized him a moment longer before appearing to accept the explanation, as inane as it was. The angel felt his ears burn as chagrin filled him, pressing a hand to his face before following the demon into the kitchen.

Propped up on the high bar stools at the island counter, Crowley sat hunched over the warm cup, the plastic lid tossed to the side. He looked about ready to fall back to sleep, despite how long he had been out already.

“How are you feeling, Crowley?” Aziraphale asked as he struggled to get onto the next seat at the counter. This happened every time, they were too bloody tall-

The demon snorted as he watched the angel wrestle himself onto the stool. “Loads better, honestly. Though I’m not really digging the new addition, if you know what I mean.” He gestured to the long scar across his chest with a sneer.

“I don’t think it’s terrible,” Aziraphale puffed, slightly out of breath from his battle with the chair. “It’s dashing, I think. Though I suppose you’re pleased that the one on your arm is gone.”

He reached over to touch the area of Crowley’s bicep where the cut had previously been. The skin there was perfect, as if nothing had happened in the first place. Non-miraculously healed injuries that befell them usually disappeared without a trace after a few days, so after taking out the stitches a day later, the demon was right as rain.

Aziraphale suddenly realized he was stroking the area where the injury had occupied and felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He glanced up at the demon, his cheeks flaming, as he stuttered out an apology. Crowley seemed a bit red himself as he bit into his bottom lip and turned his head away.

It was stiflingly quiet between them for a moment, the angel’s awkwardness growing by the second.

“Well!” Aziraphale yelped, a few octaves higher than he would’ve liked. “It’s good you woke up when you did, my dear, since Anathema’s party is tomorrow night!”

“Is it really?” Crowley sounded just like he always did, if a bit choked. The angel felt his heart drop a bit at the clear intent to dismiss what just happened. It was what he wanted, of course, but…

“I can’t believe I let Hastur, of all people, catch me by surprise and send me into a week long coma,” the demon lamented, almost knocking over the tea when he dropped his head into his hand dramatically.

“It was a week and a half, actually,” Aziraphale interrupted softly. He picked up the discarded cup lid to fiddle with, but mostly so he wouldn’t have to look the demon in the eyes. “A very long week and a half, but only just that. It could’ve been much worse.”

Crowley was silent for a short time after that. So when a cool hand covered his own, it forced Aziraphale to look up at his companion. His eyes swam with regret and fondness and- something else the angel couldn’t name.

“I am sorry, Aziraphale, for putting you through that,” the demon said equally softly. “But I’m just as glad that you were there. I don’t think any other angel could’ve scared Hastur so completely.”

Aziraphale smiled at the demon’s grin, patting his hand gently and, after a second of hesitation, dared to leave it there. “I’m glad I was there too, dear. Now, let’s head to the parlour to wrap these presents before tomorrow finds us. I waited for you.”

Crowley’s smile widened as his eyes sparkled with mischief, the sheer beauty of him making the angel lose his breath. Before he knew it, the demon had taken off towards the living room, where the presents had been piled high when the angel had nothing better to do.

Aziraphale found his lost breath and heaved a sigh, following after his demon. Crowley was going to be the death of him, he was sure.

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The following morning was hectic, to say the least. They had both fallen asleep on the living room rug, empty wine glasses knocked over and bits of wrapping paper strewn about. Aziraphale had been so relieved to have his friend back that the exhaustion that had plagued him from the day in the alley caught up, knocking him unconscious for the first time in a few decades after a glass too many. All of the presents had to be piled into the back of the Bentley, completely blocking the rear window, to Aziraphale’s distress.

Crowley had reassured him (“It’ll be fine, angel, I’ve been driving since they invented the car!”) but the angel wasn’t convinced.

They were on the road shortly after, though not before coming to a sort of compromise to keep them both sane during the trip. The music would be a touch louder than Aziraphale liked it, while Crowley drove a few notches slower than he preferred (if only to protect his leather armrests from the angel’s whiteknuckled grip).

Once they left London proper, the scenery flew by. The rolling green hills that usually surrounded the road were covered in powdery snow. It was almost blindingly white in the midmorning sun, making everything feel like a storybook.

It was peaceful, in a way their lives hadn’t been since moving to London all those centuries ago. The complete absence of towering buildings, the smell of the streets, and the ever present aura of so many people in one place was staggering compared to the open, quiet hills of the country.

Aziraphale’s thoughts aimlessly drifted during the ride. Crowley was surprisingly silent, only humming idly along with the long standing Queen tape. Before they knew it, the small sign for Tadfield village was upon them and they were rolling down the ancient cobbled streets.

Jasmine Cottage was as lovely as ever, even in the dead of winter. The expected greenery that surrounded the house was replaced with bare branches and copious amounts of snow. A large evergreen wreath, strung with holly, sprigs of rosemary, and white ribbon, hung on the front door. It sang of home: a warm meal, fire in the hearth, a good conversation deep into the night.

A group of bicycles were haphazardly piled by the front gate. The beginnings of a snowman stood off in the garden, where two heavily clothed figures were pushing the vague approximation of the head. The other two children in the garden were engaged in what looked to be a snowball fight to the death. A scream of laughter was heard as snow was pushed down the back of a coat.

Aziraphale smiled, catching Crowley’s eye across the center console as they pulled up to park. The demon had his own smile, a touch fonder than his own. He always knew Crowley had a soft spot for children, but it was especially tender for this group.

A chorus of “Mr. Crowley! Mr. Zira!” erupted as they clambered out of the Bentley. The two beings were almost tossed into the snow when the Them made impact, their hugs tight enough combined to knock the wind out of them.

“Hello, children!” wheezed Aziraphale, grinning widely through the pain. His hands came up to pat the two heads closest to him, which happened to be Pepper and Wensleydale. He heard Crowley issue a similar greeting to Adam and Brian, who had clung just as tightly to the demon. “Would you mind releasing me? Getting a tad hard to breathe, you see.”

“Actually,” Wensleydale started, causing Pepper to groan next to him. Thankfully, they let go of the angel before the boy got started on his expected commentary. “If you were really asphyxiating, your body would prioritize getting air into your lungs before speaking, so if you can talk you have plenty of air.”

“That’s fascinating, my boy,” Aziraphale tugged the boy’s hat down his forehead, eliciting a giggle. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I find myself struggling for air.”

Pepper snorted. “You’re an angel, Mr. Zira, it’s not like you need to breathe anyway.”

“Well, when you’ve up kept a habit for close to 6,000 years, it’s hard to break.”

“Quite right on that, angel,” Crowley smirked at him, causing the angel to roll his eyes back. “How’s things inside, Adam? Christmas in full swing and whatnot?”

“Oh, don’t call it Christmas, please,” Brian begged. The other children nodded solemnly around him, looking far too haunted. “Anathema will be very cross if you call it Christmas.”

“He’s right, you know,” called the woman in question, startling everyone gathered in the front garden. She smirked at them from her position of leaning against one of the posts by the door, appearing quite pleased with herself. Her long, dark hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, curls spilling about freely, as her sweater-clad shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “Now, come inside before you all freeze to death. Don’t think I didn’t see you shove snow down Pepper’s jacket, Brian.”

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged looks before ushering the children indoors. The presents that had taken over the backseat of the Bentley were miraculously placed under the modest size pine tree in the front room, but who could really tell how they got there?

Anathema and Newton had really outdone themselves, though the angel had nothing to base it against. The cottage was warm and homey, the smell of cooking meat and vegetables mixing pleasantly with the burning fire in the hearth. Boughs of evergreen and vines of ivy braided with red or white ribbon consisted of most of the decorations, though Aziraphale warily eyed the sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway of the living room; he would have to keep himself on his toes not to get caught under it.

“Wow,” remarked Crowley, peering above his glasses at the decorations. His eye seemed to have caught on the mistletoe, too. “Looks great.”

“Oh, Newt actually did most of the decorating,” Anathema called from the kitchen, where the children had followed after shedding their outerwear at the door. Aziraphale knew the demon well enough to know he rolled his eyes at their mess before snapping his fingers, all of the coats hung up and the snow boots neatly lined against the wall. Their own coats were also magically off them and onto the hooks on the walls. Chuckling, the angel led him after the group and into the very messy kitchen.

Bowls were strewn about the counters, spoons abandoned in their own sticky mess, flour dusted almost everything in sight, and there was Newton, standing at the stove with a spatula and a grin for the newcomers. “So glad you two could make it, considering London is so far.”

“Pah,” Crowley scoffed dramatically, prompting a round of giggles from the children and a fond smile from the angel beside him. “Nothing is too far for the Bentley, Newton.”

“Newt, please, Mr. Fell.”

“Then it’s Crowley to you, Newt,” The two shook hands, all very manly like. Aziraphale had to stifle a laugh.

“Well, now that we’ve introduced ourselves again,” Anathema rolled her eyes, though her grin gave her away. “Does anyone want wine?”

Aziraphale and Crowley graciously accepted glasses, while the children were given a stern look from the witch when they asked for the same. They were each given sparkling cider instead, so there were no further complaints.

The small group drank quietly for a moment before Anathema set down her glass.

“Alright then, does anyone want to help me decorate the tree?”

Predictably, the Them jumped at the request, running and shouting their way back to the living room. The sound of something glass shattering echoed back to the adults just as the witch yelled “Don't’ run in the house!” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose under her glasses before pointing a severe finger at her boyfriend.

“We’re not having children any time soon.”

Newt only blinked, squeaking out a small “Yes, dear,” before the woman stormed off after the group of children.

Aziraphale grabbed the forgotten wine glass, watching as Crowley chuckled and turning Newt back to the stove firmly. Before the angel followed after Anathema, he heard his companion ask “How can you operate a stove without it exploding? I thought all machines were your enemy.”

The young man’s reply went unheard, instead drowned out by four pre-teens all loudly talking over each other. Aziraphale paused as he reached the doorway to the parlour, his smile growing as he watched this little group of humans they had claimed.

Anathema, her arms crossed tightly and her expression dark, only had to raise a hand to gain complete silence. A broken picture frame laid at her feet, the shards of glass scattered on the worn wood.

“I don’t want excuses,” she said quietly, since she had all of their attention. “I just want to know who broke it.”

A moment of stillness, the hesitance palpable in the air, before Adam stepped forward.

“I-I did, I’m sorry,” he murmured. He kept his eyes averted from hers, absolutely radiating regret and shame.

Anathema crouched a bit to be on eyelevel with the boy. She caught his gaze by ducking her head, a small smile on her face. “And what have we learned from this?”

“Not to run in the house…?”

“Right!” The witch’s smile widened as she stood back up. All of the children looked confused.

“You’re- You’re not going to yell? That I broke the picture?” Adam asked. His dark eyebrows were knit together, his nose scrunching up.

Anathema just put her hands on her hips. “Of course not. You already know you did something wrong and you apologized for it, so what would yelling accomplish? I’d just hurt my throat and it’s Solstice! No one should be sad today!”

Aziraphale hid his smile behind his glass, twitching his fingers to fix the broken frame. It flew back onto the table it previously occupied, the glass perfectly intact. A beautiful picture of Tonantzin, the Native Mexican goddess, sat in the frame.

The woman glanced back at him, her smile still in place as she nodded in thanks. She turned back to the group, who were inspecting the perfectly fine picture frame. “Do you guys want to set up the candles to burn later? You can make the shape whatever you want, as long as it connects together.”

The children wholeheartedly agreed to the task, immediately getting to work on the pile of long candles on the coffee table.

The angel handed Anathema her glass of wine when she joined him by the doorway. Her smile was bright as they watched the Them argue about what sort of shape they should make.

“They’re quite the handful, eh?” Aziraphale nudged her with a grin of his own.

The woman laughed into her glass. “Yeah, but they’re good kids. They’ve been helping me get this place together on the weekends.”

“I must say, you’re quite good with them,” the angel sipped at his wine, his smile fond as Brian and Adam broke out in a candlestick sword fight. “You’ll make a fantastic mother, should you choose to have any of your own.”

Anathema blushed, her smile growing wider as she looked at him. “Do you think so? Newt and I are young still, but I think I might want kids someday. Especially if they turn out like this lot.” She gestured to the children with her glass. Her eyes, hidden behind her circular glasses, were bright with emotion.

Aziraphale felt his chest tighten as he watched this young woman who he had come to admire and respect. One of his hands came up to lightly rest on her shoulder, bringing her attention back to him. “Of course I do, my dear. You and Newton will make wonderful, if entertaining, parents one day. You don't need a prophecy to tell you that.” He patted her shoulder gently as she hid her grin in her wine.

“My mother would kill me if I didn’t have a binding ceremony first. She’s still a little old fashioned that way.” Anathema giggled, her blush not receding the slightest. “What about you and Crowley, though? How long have you been married?”

Now it was the angel’s turn to flush in embarrassment. “Ah- Well, we’re not actually m-married.”

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh? Are you two just not for it? That’s understandable.”

“W-We’re actually not… Together. Like that. Romantically.”

At that, Anathema’s brows tried to merge with her hairline. “Really? That’s honestly quite- Oh, the invitation must have confused you both, sorry about that. I just assumed-”

“No no, it’s no problem, my dear,” Aziraphale waved off her apology, desperately trying to hide his burning face in his wine glass.

He knew it was over for him when a suspicious look entered Anathema’s eye.

“So… Does he know that you’re obviously in love with him?”

Aziraphale choked on his wine, briefly drawing the attention of the children. They quickly went back to their job when they saw he was alright. The witch hadn’t taken her eyes off him, cataloguing his reaction stoically.

“I-I don’t-”

All she had to do to cut the angel off was lift one of her dark brows, in a move quite reminiscent of Crowley. A moment passed between them, a battle of wills; one that Aziraphale quickly lost with a noisy sigh.

“He… Doesn’t. Feel that way about me, you see.”

Anathema then, to the angel’s surprise, snorted in disbelief. “Are you blind? He so obviously looks at you like you hung the moon, Aziraphale.”

“He really does,” piped in Adam from the couch. The other three nodded vigorously behind him. “That is, if you’re talking about Mr. Crowley. Though I suppose he would be quite put out if another person looked at you like my parents look at each other. I know my dad gets huffy when guys talk to my mom like he does.”

The angel buried his burning face in his hands, the drained wine glass hanging from his fingers. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Crowley’s voice was suddenly right next to him.

“Alright then, what’s going on in here?”

The room was silent, no one was even breathing, before the Them broke out into giggles.

Aziraphale raised his eyes from his hands, looking at the group of humans in confusion. Even Anathema and the freshly washed Newt were chuckling. The only one who wasn’t was Crowley, who looked just as confounded as him.

Crowley. Who was standing next to the angel. Under the living room doorway.

They both seemed to understand at the same moment, tilting their heads back to gaze at the pretty sprig of mistletoe hanging above them. Aziraphale felt his already blushing cheeks positively ignite just as Crowley’s face did the same.

They blinked at each other, a moment of embarrassed hesitation passing between them, before the demon scoffed.

Aziraphale felt gentle fingers on his chin tugging him towards his companion. His own fingers tightened rather involuntarily around the delicate stem of his empty wine glass. This wasn’t how the angel imagined how their first kiss would go-

“Relax, angel,” murmured Crowley, only inches from his face. His wine-laced breath was warm where it hit Aziraphale’s mouth. The angel felt faint, as he was reminded of the similar encounter they had in the former St. Beryl convent, as mortifying as that was. If the demon didn’t do something, he was going to-

A soft pair of lips firmly pressed against his cheek, just beside his mouth. Crowley pulled away with a loud ‘smack!’ which caused the children to start laughing again. The demon looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“Did you lot really think I’d give you a free show?”

The front door opened behind them suddenly, allowing the figures of Shadwell and Madame Tracey in from the cold. The two newcomers hadn’t immediately noticed the gathering, as Shadwell was complaining about something or other in his rough brogue.

When they did notice the group, all staring at the two red faced supernatural beings, Madame Tracey only quirked a smile while her companion looked at them in confusion. “Ay, what’s all this, then? Yer waitin’ for a photo or what?”

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The rest of the evening passed rather comfortably after that. Wine and tea were given to the older couple and presents were passed around. The group of children gathered the most, of course, but everyone got at least one present from their otherworldly friends.

Anathema in particular was delighted by the ancient pagan books Aziraphale had gifted her, swearing to keep them safe and preserved under her care. The talisman Crowley gave her and Newt to protect the cottage against anyone who wished to do them harm was also greeted with equal enthusiasm.

Aziraphale had to nudge the demon with a grin for that one. Crowley only responded with a huff, his cheeks coloring as he muttered about “necessary precautions.”

Dinner was marvelous, though a bit pedestrian by the angel’s usual standards. Newt had turned out to be a very proficient cook, though the amount of compliments he received turned him bashful. The wine flowed as much as the laughter did, smaller pairs or groups having several conversations at once.

They continued to drink, popping open the bottle of champagne that Madame Tracey had brought around sunset. Someone had put on music at some point, soft guitar and piano mixing together to create a cozy atmosphere, though Aziraphale couldn’t tell who did to save his life.

He was comfortably chatting with Anathema and Madame Tracey in the living room when he saw Crowley flapping his arms around in a strange dance with the children. Adam and Pepper were the best at the dance, from what the angel could tell, though Wensleydale and Brian were nowhere near as bad as Crowley.

Aziraphale snorted into his half empty glass. “C-Crowley, dear, what on earth are you doing?”

“It’s called a ‘flosser!’” The demon was grinning widely, his glasses abandoned at some point in the evening, allowing his slitted eyes to sparkle with amusement.

Pepper sniggered as the boys groaned around her. “It’s not ‘flosser,’ Mr. Crowley! It’s ‘flossing!’”

The group on the couch devolved into giggles as Crowley dramatically rolled his eyes, his hips still swinging out of time with his arms and making him look quite foolish. The children continued to perform their strange dance when the demon broke off from the line, tossing himself inelegantly to sit at Aziraphale’s feet. His back was warm and solid against the angel’s shins.

Aziraphale quickly found his glass emptied.

The music on the radio changed just as the Them abandoned their dance in lieu of playing their half finished board game. Crowley, who the angel assumed had fallen asleep since he hadn’t moved in a bit, perked up as a gentle guitar sounded through the machine. He tilted his head back with a wicked grin, essentially planting it in Aziraphale’s lap.

“Want to show them real dancing, angel?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale blinked in surprise, a little woozy from the amount of glasses he had emptied during the visit. “I don’t th-think I’ll be up to a gavotte currently, dear. Think I might’ve had a tad too much.” He wiggled his glass with a smile, making Anathema and Madame Tracey laugh next to him.

Crowley rolled his eyes as he stood, taking the still wiggling glass from the angel’s hands. “That’s not dancing, Aziraphale, no one wants to see that.” It was quickly passed off to one of the women and suddenly the angel was pulled to his feet.

He stumbled a bit on the rug, firm hands holding onto his arms and keeping him upright. Crowley smirked at him as they stood in the middle of the room. “C’mon now, angel, you never let me teach you the waltz in the 17th century! You owe me!”

“I don’t believe there’s enough room for a waltz, Crowley,” Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at the demon, trying to hold in his laughter at the silly excuse. He knew how much Crowley enjoyed dancing, making up crazier and more inappropriate dance trends as the centuries went on just to get a laugh. “Not quite a ballroom in Versailles, I’m afraid.”

“We’ll make due,” the demon nodded decisively, already reaching for the angel’s waist.

Aziraphale suddenly realised how bad of an idea this was.

“Ah- Well- I can’t really dance, you see,” he stuttered out as one of his hands was captured in Crowley’s own. The demon only stared at him blankly, looking unimpressed. Aziraphale held out for a moment, trying to convince him to let it go, before sighing and giving in.

Crowley’s shoulder was firm under his hand, the angel couldn’t help but notice. He tried to hide his warm face by staring at their feet.

The demon spun them in a slow, easy box step, murmuring encouragement as they went. Aziraphale eventually gained confidence after not stepping on his partner’s foot, allowing Crowley to speed up the dance to match the music.

Anathema and Newt joined them after a few minutes, spinning around in circles and laughing instead of actually dancing the waltz. Madame Tracey could be heard trying to convince Shadwell to dance, to no avail. Soon, though, the older woman was led in by Adam, making everyone smile.

The ethereal and occult pair eventually slowed their dance, only rocking in a slow circle in one spot. They had moved quite close together and Aziraphale, in all his tipsy brilliance, had rested his head against Crowley’s shoulder. He was very comfortable, if a bit bony.

“This is nice,” the angel sighed, his eyes closed. He felt more than heard the demon chuckle.

“It is,” he agreed. His voice was softer than normal, a touch deeper. Aziraphale quite liked it. “And we could’ve been doing it this whole time, too.”

Aziraphale hummed. The combination of the alcohol, the slow dance, and Crowley’s warmth was lulling him to sleep, so he chalked up the kiss he felt on his brow to his impending dreams.

“I think it’s time to go, darling,” the demon whispered. They had stopped dancing, standing in the living room wrapped up in each other. The angel hummed again, already half asleep in Crowley’s arms.

He heard a soft laugh as an arm wrapped around his waist, tugging him along. Murmured voices surrounded Aziraphale as he was moved through the cottage, his steps stumbling and clunky.

He woke a bit more when a blast of cold air hit him square in the face. They had gotten outside, his coat somehow on without his input. The full moon above them provided ample light to see, though they didn’t really need it. The snow shined in the light, making everything else seem washed out in comparison. It was quite beautiful, even the half asleep angel could recognize that.

Crowley helped him get into the Bentley, actually lifting his feet into the car when Aziraphale forgot to.

“Honestly, angel, I can’t take you anywhere,” he joked, his breath coming out in little puffs of steam. His skin was white in the moonlight, glowing like the snow that surrounded them. ‘He's quite beautiful, isn't he,’ thought the angel distantly.

The demon started to move back to close the door when Aziraphale reached for him.

“We should stay,” the angel muttered.

“What? Stay? You’re about to pass out.”

“Hmm, no, not stay stay, but get out of the city.”

Crowley was silent, causing Aziraphale to pry his eyes open (when did they close?) to see what was wrong. He was just standing there, the angel’s hand still on his wrist, looking- hopeful? Confused? Oh, he was too tired for subtlety.

“I’m asking you to run away to the country with me, Crowley.” Aziraphale grinned sleepily at him, his eyes already sliding shut again. The angel felt his hand taken off Crowley and tucked gently into his lap. He was drifting off again when he felt something brush against his cheek, almost lovingly, and a sigh.

The door was shut and the driver’s side opened, the engine rumbling to life under them. The cab was immediately filled with heated air, forcing the angel to fall further into sleep.

Before succumbing totally to his dreams, Aziraphale swore he felt fingers lace through his own and another soft sigh from beside him.

The angel was asleep before he knew it.

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i-woke-up-at-4am-for-this · 5 years

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ML reveal based on my dream

This is about Adrien reveals his secret identity to Marinette after his father had captured Tikki at his own house. Due to Adrien taking care of Tikki while Plagg taking care of marinette.

*I hope someone plss turn this into a real fanficcc, im really obsessed with my dream. This is my first time posting something on Tumblr and write stuff.*

Miraculous ladybug.

-There was an akuma attack at a talk show In a studio (adrien, Gabriel and Marinette also attend it) .

- The akuma managed to strike down Chat Noir and Ladybug, but the akuma returned back to its original form, without being defeated by the heroes (inakumatized?).

-Chat noir was at the back of the studio, weak n hurt, and he had detransformed.

-Lady bug was unconscious, and had only a few minutes/secs left before she detransformed.

-Adrien blocked his view from knowing who his milady identity was, and he told plagg to bring her to safety while he takes/keeps tiki safe.

-Gabriel was seen at the back of the studio also, searching for the heroes, yet he doesn't found them.

-Adrien went to his car where Nathalie and gorilla wait for him. (Without his father)

-A few moments later, Tiki woke up at Adrien's bedroom. The kwami was confused, and scared as her holder isn't with her.

-She went outside the bedroom, quietly and consciously so no one can notice her. However, when she saw Adrien at the front door (staring at the gates?), she rushed herself wanting to seek answers from him.

- Suddenly a hand grabbed her.

-Tiki screamed.

-Adrien turned around and saw ladybug's kwami was grabbed by his father. "The kwami that i had seek for a long time is finally in my graps" "Kwami what are you doing at my house? Are you searching for something? Or do you seek help?" At that moment, Gabriel turned to look at his son's face. His expression changed.

- "Fa-father?" Adrien wanting not to believe that his father is- "ADRIEN RUN" Tikki yelled.

-without hesitate, Adrien ran out of his house without looking back. He has to find ladybug. His identity has been revealed.

-Adrien doesn't know where to go, his guts told him to go to Marinette's house (for some odd reason he remembers the address). He knows maybe Marinette can help him contact Alya to warn the other heroes through her ladyblog

- after asking for her parents permission, Adrien rushly stormED into Marinette's room

- "A-adrien, wh-what are you doing he-here?" Marinette leaped out of her bed, her voice was slow as she was tired from the latest battle

- Adrien went into her room, "Marinette, I need your help, you are my only hope" still panting(it's like Star wars lmao) "I need you to contact Alya, it's because of a problem..."

- adrien takes a breathe, his words stammering, " I- I think m-my f-father is Hawkmoth" Marinette was shocked and as she looked deep into his green eyes, she saw disappointment, worried and sorrow

- "Kid, are you for real?!" Out of nowhere Plagg comes out with camembert on his paws.

- Adrien was surprised that his kwami was at the Dupain Cheng's "Plagg? What are you doing here?" he was relieved and happy that his kwami was safe

- "W-wait, Adrien y-you know P-Plagg?" "Oh shoot, my bad" (damnit plagg)

- Adrien knows he needs to tell someone, someone he can trust as now his father knows his secret identity

-"I guess I cannot keep my identity safe any more" he keeps still for a moment before continuing, "I'm chat Noir" (Adrien thinks there's no other way to get out of the situation oh my)

- Cue Marinette was surprised, her heart skipped a beat. All this time her love of her life was her partner all along. She was so happy, but yet again other feelings threw in.

- When she just kept quiet, Adrien continued talking slowly "wait...If Plagg is with you, then that means that you are-"

- Marinette realised the situation and quickly cuts off his words "N-no it's not what you think it is. I-Im sorry if you were expecting someone else behind the mask. Maybe someone that resembles like Kagami or your crush or-"

- She stopped rambling as she realised Adrien was giving her the most heart warming hug ever.

" I'm glad it was you all along Marinette, Milady, My Ladybug, my crush" tears falling down his cheeks. He finally knows how his love of his life looks like. Their everyday Ladybug is really Ladybug 🐞

- they hugged for a couple of minutes, before Plagg interrupt, "I hate to interrupt the lovey dovey moment, but Kid where's Tikki?"

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I'm sorry for lots of grammar error. English is not my first language huhu. This is based on my dream. So if its sucks, I'm sorry. I'm bad at writing. Please reblog 😄

#ml #miraculous Ladybug #ml fic #fanfic #ml fanfic #adrienette #marichat #ladynoir #fanfiction #my writing #first time writing something #sorry the reveal is as short as heck #ml spoilers

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wind0wg0blin · 5 years

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If you aren’t to busy, canI get some fluff in the festival AU w/ wolf? (I miss my boi so muuuuuuuuuuuuuch)

[This isnt by any means fluff and its entirely my fault lol]

You had known Wolf for a while though he had only recentlystarted asking you out on dates. He seemed very, withdrawn even when you werealone together and you couldn’t help but feel disheartened. You wanted for youboth to work and you tried to make him happy though you feared you just weren’tthe one.

So, as you sat in your apartment lazily flipping through amagazine in your kitchen you were a bit surprised by the knock at your door. Therestood wolf asking if you were busy that night. Shaking your head, he took youby your hand grabbing your jacket for you as he led you away, although it feltmore like a drag as you struggled to keep up with his long strides.

You asked him where you were going though, he didn’t answeras he pulled you both onto one of the departing shuttles. Holding you close tohim he kept you steady as the shuttle departed sealing the deal for your impromptudate.

Having a hard time standing still in the shuttle Wolf helpedyou slip on your jacket before hooking his arm around you holding you close tohis side his other hand holding to the rails on the top of the shuttle, farfrom any human’s grasp.

Soon enough you were walking on the planet and suddenly itall became clear to you.

“A Festival?” You said confused glancing at wolf who strodetowards the gates assuming you would follow him.

It was a slow night at the festival as not all the lightswere on giving the normally exciting and party like atmosphere a somber andchilling mood calming you greatly as you walked along with Wolf silentlyobserving all the booths and people around you.

Your heart ached seeing another couple laughing as the humanstruggled to carry all their prizes while the other held a small pink thingtheir smiles making you feel almost jealous.

Sighing a bit too loudly Wolf took notice tapping yourshoulder and motioning down to a hardly noticeable dock leading out over aninky black lake.

You followed after the Yautja as you both wondered away fromthe main area and stepping onto the dark wooden dock. The only light leadingyour way now was that of the moon high over head at this point.

You stared up at it feeling a mix of emotions bubbling inyour chest. You knew you should end it with Wolf but you wanted so, so badlyfor this to work somehow. Looking up at the star vacant sky you frowned noteven able to wish on a star for a miracle at this point.

“Im sorry.”

His deep and rough voice startled you a bit so unused to hearingit. You didn’t look at him as he let out a heavy sigh. You could only assumewhat was to come next.

“You deserve better. I know I’m not right for you, though I dearlywish I could be.”

You could feel the tightness of emotion in your throat asyou tried to subtly wipe at your eyes to stop the tears that were wellingthere.

“Are…Are you crying?” Wolf questioned furrowing his brow atyou as he stepped in front of you. He was so large he blocked the light of themoon becoming nothing more than a silhouette as you shook your head palming at yourcheeks to hide the tracks left behind by the tears.

As he reached for you, you turned and ran vanishing into thechaos of the festival as a sudden influx of people gathered.

Having nowhere else to go and just wanting to be alone for atime you cut in line for the Ferris wheel the operator letting you go on byyourself as you curled up in the carriage trying to calm yourself as you staredout at the dark lake the moons bright reflection rippling on the waves.

You don’t know why you were so upset, you knew it was boundto happen. You had never even gotten him to hold a conversation with you formore than a few minutes so how could you possibly convince yourself it wouldjust miraculously work out.

Wiping your nose on the sleeve of your jacket you didn’t evenregister the sudden rock of the carriage until you saw a figure sitting acrossfrom you.

“Why are you here?” you asked not even looking to him. You didn’tsee how he looked at you’re with concern in his eyes as he hesitated to reachout and comfort you.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine. You don’t have to waste your time with meanymore.” You said choking back a sob at the end of your sentence the thoughtthat he had just been putting up with you the whole time you were togetherbeing too heart breaking for you to hear.

“You’ve never been a waste of time, never will be either. IfI didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t be here.”

You looked over at him as he kneeled before you taking yourface in his hands as he brushed away your tears.

“Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? You’ve been nothingbut cold and distant for weeks and yet.” You were confused and heart broken andthis wasn’t helping.

“I was afraid to get close to you. To get attached. I thoughtI would be able to let you go and let you be happy. “Wolf paused clearly tryingnot to become distressed as the carriage slowed to a stop at the very top ofthe wheel the moons bright white beams illuminating the two of you as you heldeach other each choked up with emotions.

“I know its selfish but seeing you cry made me realize howmuch I wanted to be the one to console you, the one who protected you. The onlyone.” You swallowed hard as you took hi hands in yours holding them in his lap.His vocabulary was limited, the struggled to find the right words evident now.Though his hearts intentions were clear to you though despite his inability toexpress his feelings.

Giving in you sprung forward throwing yourself into his armsas you cried squeezing his shoulders tightly as he hugged you back even tighteralmost crushing you against him. His words were lost to you as fireworkssuddenly boomed over head forcing you both to simply enjoy the sensation ofholding one another in your arms.

As the ride began to move again you sat back as Wolf pressedhis forehead to yours his eyes staring into yours intensely speaking for himover the boom of the light show happening over the lake.

You smiled at him accepting his silent apology as he scoopedyou up setting you in his lap as you both enjoyed the remnants of the light shownoting how the golden colors danced on the rippling waves of the lake.

Wolf held you close to his side as you walked out of the festivalboth of you now smiling warmly at one another.

Maybe next year when the station comes to orbit you two cancome and enjoy your time not have emotional breakthroughs in your relationshipslike some teenagers.

[If you want fluffy version of this just shoot me another ask. yeet]

#wolf predator #predator #predator imagines #yautja imagines #yautja x reader #yautja #yautja boyfriend #yautja headcanons #Im pretty sure I fuck up wolfs name at some point and call him someone else #whoops

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tonystarkbingo · 5 years

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Week 16 Roundup! We have a LOT of awesome stuff this week, due in part to our monthly Discord party! Keep reading to see what our participants created! (A few Endgame spoilers as well, proceed with caution)

Title: Not as Expected Collaborator: Magi_Silverwolf Link: AO3 Square Filled: T1 - Sam Wilson / Falcon Ship: none Rating: Teen Major Tags: major character death, not Team Cap friendly, consequences Summary: For some reason, Sam Wilson didn't expect to be arrested for his crimes. Even if the thought had occurred to him, he expected that the excuse of helping Captain America would be enough to get him out of any trouble. This wasn't what he expected. Word Count: 1205

Title: Late Night at the Stark Residence Collaborator: newnewyorker93 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - dark Ship: Pepperony, Tony & Morgan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Endgame spoilers, fluff, light angst Summary: A snapshot look at one night in the life of the Stark-Potts family during the "Five Years Later" time jump in Endgame, featuring Morgan sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night and lots of soft dad Tony Stark. Word Count: 3500

Title: Can't Stop Us RoboDads - Chapter 7: I'm Always Gonna Be Here For You Collaborators: rebelmeg, summerpipedream Link: AO3 Square Filled for summerpipedream: A1 - image of JARVIS Ship: MIT Bros Rating: Teen Major Tags: MIT era, bot children, fluff, mild angst Summary: JARVIS is born, Afghanistan happens, and Rhodey reminds Tony of what he needs to hear. Word Count: 1639

Title: Indenture Collaborators: 27dragons, tisfan Link: AO3 Square Filled for tisfan: K5 - Kink: Virgin Ship: WinterIron Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, gladiators, master & servant Summary: See the galaxy on a two year work-contract. Well, Tony Stark figures, can’t be worse than home. When he ends up on Sakaar, in the hands of a gladiatorial team, it might be his mechanical skills they’re interested in… or it might be his virginity. Word Count: 14,588

Title: Red Dust Collaborator: HogwartsToAlexandria Link: AO3 Square Filled: S3 - shared trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Teen Major Tags: Supreme family, angst, trauma, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, nightmares Summary: Even as he knows the Snap’s been reversed, that his son is safe and sound in his very own bed and his husband is lying right next to him, Tony can’t seem to make himself let go - every night brings him right back to this one day he’ll never be able to forget, none of them will. Word Count: 803

Title: The Most Powerful (Pillowfight) Collaborator: wakandan_wardog Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - A Battle / Fight / Confrontation Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: not Endgame compliant, team as family, fluff Summary: In which Carol and Tony (aggressively) support each other and then do battle (with pillows) for their honor. Or each other's honor? It's unclear, things got out of control. (James Rhodes loves these idiots way too much.) Word Count: 1905

Title: Enjoy the Ride Collaborator: mortenavida Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free square Ship: Bruce/Clint/Bucky/Steve/Natasha/Tony/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags: Soulmate AU, non-traditional A/B/O Summary: Alphas are born with a smudge of "ink" on them that will, as they age, form into their soulmates name. Betas are free of marks. Omegas are born with symbols that represent their Alpha. Much to Howard's displeasure, Tony Stark was born with not one, but six solid symbols across his skin. Tony grew up being told that Howard had tattooed them on his skin so no one could take advantage of it. It takes a weekend to realize how very, very wrong that was. Word Count: 2294

Title: When You Fall Collaborator: AoifeLaufeyson Link: AO3 Square Filled: S1 - KINK: BDSM Ship: Stony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content, BDSM, bad BDSM etiquette, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending Summary: Steve makes a mistake and he and Tony have a way to go before they recover from it. Characters, relationships, and tags will updated as the story moves along. See end for more spoilery notes. Word Count: 3372

Title: Professional Relationship Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Picture from the comics of Tony Stark and Janet Van Dyne kissing Ship: Tony/Janet Rating: Teen Major Tags: not Steve friendly, conglomeration of Marvel universes, Team Tony Summary: Steve catches up on the latest news from the New Avengers and he doesn't like what he sees. Word Count: 1141

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K3 - Old Team Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: retired Avengers, moodboard Summary: Years after the Avengers retired, handin’ off their mantles to a newer set of young heroes; our favourite OG6 decide t'take a trip. They’ve all moved on since then, have their own families, own homes, are livin’ a happy retirement. But every year on the same date, they all get together an’ take a trip to a new place! What better way t'see the world they all helped save than travel. Everyone is happy an’ nobody dies! :‘V

Title: But(t)… But(t)… But(t)… Collaborator: katling Link: AO3 Square Filled: T5 - identity porn Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: secret identity, not Team Cap friendly, not Steve friendly Summary: No one knows who Iron Man is, other than the bodyguard of the Avengers' main benefactor, Tony Stark. Bucky figures out the secret but not quite in the way you might think. Word Count: 1984

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S3 - royalty Ship: WinterIron Rating: none Major Tags: moodboard Summary: After King Howard an’ Queen Maria’s sudden death, Tony is forced to become King. Obadiah Stane, the Hand of the King tries his best to counsel King Stark an’ keep him safe; yet he seems to have disaster after disaster. After an’ attempt on Tony’s life that was nearly successful, High Knight James Rhodes, the Commander of the Army, sends a letter searchin’ for aide. Knight Bucky is sent to help an’ is placed as the King’s bodyguard. Obadiah continues to try an’ kill the King, but with his new guard, it is harder an’ harder. Decidin’ to get rid of Bucky first, he sets out for his plan. Durin’ the ambush, Bucky discovers that it’s Obie commitin’ treason against the King, but ends up bein’ beaten, losin’ his arm in the process. Thinkin’ Bucky dead, Obie heads back to the kingdom. However, miraculously, Bucky doesn’t die. Rhodey finds him while out on patrol, an’ Obie’s evil schemes are foiled. They apprehend Obie an’ King Stark commands he be killed for his crimes.Bucky survives, an’ Tony builds him an arm. He was always a mechanic, never wanted to be King, but he was also a skilled alchemist. Everyone is amazed. Tony & Bucky live happily ever after. Goodbye 😂

Collaborator: strangemischief Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Shared Trauma Ship: IronStrange Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, grief/mourning Summary: Supreme Family Infinity War moodboard

Title: Some Like it Hot Collaborator: 27dragons Link: AO3 Square Filled: A5 - KINK: wax play Ship: WinterIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: light BSDM, mild sexual content Summary: Bucky doesn’t like the cold, but that’s okay. Tony likes making things hot for him instead. Word Count: 1483

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T4 - De-Aged!Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: art, de-aged Tony Summary: “Aw, look Buck, he still likes you even when he’s small!” “Ya better fix this, Steve.” — In which Bucky is angry that his boyfriend got de-aged an’ Steve makes fun’ve ‘im for it like a good bro 😂

Title: Rest Easy Collaborator: ethereal-lullabies Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - Afterlife - Ascension Ship: IronPanther Rating: Teen Major Tags: Character death, Avengers Endgame pictures used Summary: After a long life together filled with a happy marriage and many children, Tony and T’Challa pass away together in their sleep.

Title: The Pursuit of Pleasure Collaborator: buying_the_space_farm Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - hedonism Ship: FrostIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: pre-IM1, magic Summary: Tony just wants to know who the stranger that he keeps noticing is. Word Count: 1736

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T5 - Arena Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard Summary: AU: Bucky goes missin’ durin’ a mission gone wrong, everyone assumes he’s dead, but Steve looks for him for a year until his higher ups make him stop. Devistated that his brother is actually gone, he goes hard into his work, where he meets Tony Stark, a skilled mechanic & inventor, & fellow agent. They don’t get along well, but they work well together. 5 years later, Steve & Tony get paired up for a mission, they end up gettin’ kidnapped by a strange evil orginization. Taken to a remote place in the desert, where an honest to god colleseum is set up, they’re told they hafta fight for their freedom; that they must defeat their champion. This orginization mostly jus’ wanted them dead, but wanted to give agood show to their followers. They had no doubts that their genetically enhanced champion would win. They’ve experimented on him countless times to make him the best, after all. Dressed up in medieval garb an’ handed swords an’ weaponry, they’re shoved through the gates into the ring. They start to fight, but everythin’ changes when they discover that their champion is actually Bucky.

Title: You Need to Put Those Back Collaborator: singingwithoutwords Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - AU: angels/demons Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Teen Major Tags: supernatural elements Summary: Tony finds a couple spooky silver chalices in a cabin and, like the dumb white boy he is, decides they're his new favorite wineglasses. It goes about how you'd expect, but not nearly as bad as it could have. Word Count: 1917

Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A4 - [Picture] Tony in Captain America uniform, from comics. Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: art Summary: Cap!Tony art

Title: Now and Later Collaborator: MadStarker Square: K1 - Kink - Rushed Sex Rating: Explicit Pairing: Tony Stark / Peter Parker Warnings: First Time, Love Confessions, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Spoilers, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Porn with Feelings, Anal Sex, Armor Kink, Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Barebacking Summary: Tony's so relieved to have Peter back that he just takes him right there on the battlefield behind a pile of junk Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18917116

Title: the dreamland, amber and gold Collaborator: deathsweetqueen Link: AO3 Square Filled: T3 - tony in workshop Ship: ThunderIron Rating: Mature Major Tags: sexual content, Asgardian Tony, Thor AU Summary: “Anthony?” Anthony looks up from the sword he was cleaning painstakingly. “What?” he demands. Thor stands in the doorway to his forge, hip cocked outwards, cape red as blood glinting in the low light, as his large arms fold across his chest, running a thumb over his lower lip. His eyes pass over Anthony’s bare chest, dark beneath his pale eyelashes. Anthony bites back a sigh; he gives the sword a mournful look – it is very unlikely that he will be able to return to his work that night. “I have missed you, my love.” Word Count: 9524

Title: The Great Body Shop Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Link: AO3 Square Filled: T2 - Worst case scenario Ship: Tony & JARVIS, WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Tony angst, JARVIS gets a body Summary: Tony asks Jarvis what he wants for his birthday, and for once Jarvis asks something of Tony that Tony isn't sure he should give. Word Count: 2025

Title: You're Making the Typical Me Break My Typical Rules - Chapter One Collaborator: martianwahtney Link: AO3 Square Filled: R1 - Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier Ship: WinterIronHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fem!Tony, Clint is an asshole, soulmates, no powers AU Summary: Toni Stark knew she and James Barnes were soulmates the moment she saw him. The electric blue lines of the arc reactor seemed to glow against his skin, just like hers did. But she kept her mouth shut and she made him a new arm and even engraved his old soulmarks onto his new metal arm. James Barnes knew he and Toni were soulmates nearly a year after they met. She’d been neck deep in one of her car engines and it was impossible to miss the red star on her arm- his star on her arm. Clint Barton knew he, Toni Stark, and James Barnes were soulmates the second Toni had flipped over her arm to show him a purple arrow that stretched from the crease of her elbow to the palm of her hand. The same arrow he had been born with. Alternatively, where Toni tries until she doesn’t, where James keeps his distance until he doesn’t, and Clint won’t let himself fall until he does. Word Count: 5997

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impivus · 6 years

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very rushed very shit intro comin @ you all but here goes nothing ! i’m felix from the gmt tmz, i use he / him pronouns, and im gonna power nap any minute now because one thing you should know about me is that i’m eternally on the verge of passing out from minimum exertions during the day. this is my pain in the ass eunsu: not even going to sugar coat it - he’s the human personification of a headache dumpster fire all in one beefy package and i really don’t even blame your character if they just . ignore his presence because, me too !

under the cut there’s some information about him if you want to get to know more about him regardless. smash that mf heart if you want to plot.. and i will get to you ? sometime ? its an ambiguous promise but i keep them, discord is also an option so just ask if you’d prefer to plot on there. eun’s about is here but no plots as of yet because life is hard and We Cant all Have Everything

aka im lazy

* ☾ ✧ * º ━━ is that KIM JONGIN walking about ? nope ! that’s just EUN SU CHO. & i’ve been told that they work as a INFORMATION BROKER ! apparently, they are TWENTY FIVE ( 204 ) years old . some people say they are a CISMALE, DEMON ! HE is very CULTIVATED & INTUATIVE but also DECIETFUL & MENACING. i wonder if they are just as odd as the rest of us . ⇢ SYNOPSIS. MBTI TYPE / entp, the debater ZODIAC SIGN / scorpio ENNEAGRAM TYPE / 7w8 KINSEY SCALE / 3 MORAL ALIGNMENT / chaotic evil / neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE / slytherin ⇢ AESTHETICS.

goosebumps raised and feelings of growing dread, the dark corner of a room where light doesn’t reach, silver pocket - watches with dead batteries, the scratch of a record player needle, flares in the sky, bad ideas coming to life, half-assed clapping when it’s required, figures dancing within the shadows & a smile you shouldn’t trust .

⇢ OVERVIEW

literally anybody: when are you free? eun su: im forever imprisoned in my own personal hell so i am never truly "free" but i don't really have plans all next week except for monday

this is eun su, and will y’all believe me if i say he used to be a good egg before he turned into the rotten egg i’m presentin y’all with today ?? i kid u not.. bs free zone. he did once .. have a hort he was born to a cult of witches, his twin brother absorbing all the magic that was meant to be equally distributed between them in his mother’s womb, which pretty much left eunsu as the black sheep of the family. said cult had been living on a small, near enough desolated island for literal decades, entertaining themselves with magic, seeking out knowledge, observing the unassuming populace, and toying with other supernatural creatures who dared cross their paths. unfortunately for eunsu’s family, tragedy struck when one of his aunt’s tried to over throw the high priestess ( his mother ) in their coven. unyielding in her position and untouchable to the magic she was exposed to, her sister went about other ways to break the woman’s spirits, dabbling in black magic predominantly to achieve her goals. eunsu’s brother was, thus, cursed before he was even born with an incurable heart defect that would see him dead before he reached double figures. eunsu’s mother was broken not mourned over how much he missed out as on a child: but she mourned for the fact that he was the only child that harboured any magic in their veins, the only child that could’ve carried on their lineage. queue entrance of eunsu and his Whats the Worst that Could Happen Attitude. being young and naive, thought he could’ve been able to solve it by himself, solve the issues and earn his mother’s lacking affections. eun had heard about dark vessels that could miraculously grant wishes through summonings. though he didn’t have magic in his veins he had a fire in his heart, and after all, demons cared not for who or what they fed from: so long as they appeased their hunger. all it wanted in return was a good, pure soul, and that’s what the demon stole from him before it mended his twin brother’s heart, giving the boy a new lease of life that wasn’t intended for him from the start. pity that eunsu died before he got to the age of twenty, following a quick and hungry fever that overtook his frail body and too soon turned deadly. there was no surprise that, come judgement day, he was turned away at the gates of heaven, in exchange for becoming one of lucifer’s own.

as a result of being eternally cursed with immorality and a tainted soul, he's lived some hundred-odd years and is coping by making the current populace in jeonseoul suffer along with finding purpose in digging out the secrets of his past life, mayhaps trying to find the demon who cursed him.... which could definitely be a wc.. and strengthening his abilities as a demon.

his personality is a bit insufferable; eunsu keeps himself distant and cryptic, because he likes it that way. he's a real weirdo ( if u have ever watched hxh he’s hisoka.. THAT weird ) that's hard to forget: completely mischievous, dramatic, and malicious to boot. some days he's waxing poetic about the futility of having a sense of justice and the next he's using his demonic powers to make some innocent tourist think they're hallucinating as they attempt to walk into a steady flow of traffic.

ultimately life's a game to him and bih.. he’s here to have fun ! he's outlived his actual family and friends ( well, aside from his brother who he barely remembers, prolly be a wc if anyone’s interested ) and he's not looking to get attached to anyone. it would be great to Die because it’s his forever Mood but he also gets furious if anyone tries to actually expel him for real - so he'll simply prod at the world and its people until he gets the reactions he wants.

fair warning: it is a pain to genuinely care about eunsu and not many people will wanna do it. he comes and goes into people's lives as he pleases, stops reaching out once he's bored and only ever grazes the surface of a relationship based on its worth or his curiosities, innocent ppl, cute ppl, etc are just gonna be eaten up by him then dropped.

the people who will be closest to him are doubtlessly other demons ig ? but he also hates y’all too so.. don’t get too friendly like he’s not here to make friends he’s here to be Jeonseoul’s next top Demon. also since he died sumn like 200 years ago it’s possible some wizards / familiars knew of him and his coven, it’d be super interesting for someone to have known cute human eunsu in exchange for chaotic bastard demon eunsu

⇢ MISCELLANEOUS

since he’s a young demon, his horns are small and his wings barely span about two inches above his shoulder bones, he got itty bitty bat wings lbr he’s kinda pissed abt it. there’s tattoos over his scars from clashing with other demons / hunters / angels, but his devil’s mark lining the back of his neck, performed by first demon who took his soul, has never faded away.

he also works as an info broker, which ties in with the fact that he’s a contractual demon ! it's more of a hobby than a job, something he does for kicks and to restock his gambling money and alcohol money, but he offers a helping hand to solo clientele for private cases if need be, just remember to bring your negotiation skills because his manipulation skills are a1.

he's well-versed in witchcraft even if he can’t actually possess the abilities that actual witches can. while hardly the mentoring type, he could be convinced to equip people with his knowledge of latin, spells or dark magic they want if he's interested enough. then again he might decide to screw them over for kicks so ask him for favours with caution.

for someone who carries a ton of spite and secrets, he passes as an easygoing, casual literature major on the daily to disguise his true intentions. find him at the university pretending to be a student and failing miserably at it like edward’s thousand year old ass in twilight

he cheats at the casino with his demonic powers but does it infrequently enough to pass it as luck. play games with him at your own risk. casinos are one of his favourite places but he can really be found anywhere with ease but some other places he frequents are: beaches, libraries, museums, bars, etc !

he'll get on people's nerves, but getting him to care to the degree of hate is another story. living this long has numbed him; people don't surprise him anymore and he doesn't care to spend time thinking about others. the secret to getting him to turn deathly serious is as simple as telling him you can tell that he was once a good person - because the cheesy truth is he was. he just convinces himself that he's given up trying to remember his human life and finds it easier to live like he’s dead.. yknow which he is.

romance makes him queasy, he's a spiteful old bastard and the concept of sweet love rubs him 100% fictional. there's someone he fancied before he was cursed but i'll save you the story: that's a distant dream now.

he might quote romantic works or put some pretty words together but he's fake as Fuck. if he notices someone innocent and unsuspecting crushing on him they are in so much trouble. he'll kiss their hand then twirl them right off a cliff. corruption kink central right here laid ease

as of rn he’s trying to master how to teleport and shadow control but he really is like on level one and he’s got to get up to level 50 to achieve even a fifth of what these other demons can do

edit: i totally forgot to include eunsu’s ‘demonic’ title after he was banished to the perils of hell. it’s ironically just saint, and he goes around using that bc it’s blasphemous and a big ole middle finger to god himself. nobody will know his real name, but if there’s an off chance that they do, that’s a massive threat to eunsu and he’ll get his Snipers on Scene

tl;dr:

#oddintro #. I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE ── / OOC. ❞#so this is. a thing!

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queenlizzyxxxx · 4 years

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QUEEN LIZZYS ASCEND

ITS QUEEN LIZZY BABY!!! I’m QUEEN

LIZZY and my new album LIZZY just dropped!!! xxxx

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE FOR MY NEW ALBUM LIZZY. THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME. I MADE THIS FOR YOU GUYS!!! THANK YOU TO EVERY COLLABORATOR. THANK YOU FOR TRUSTING ME. THIS IS THE BEST ALBUM EVER. I LOVE YOU ALL!!! 💕💓

[1]

Baby, i’m candier than candy

more chrome than chrome

will love you more than your girl

i will bring you home (bring you home)

im more sparkle than sparkle

im lovelier than love

come on baby, i will get you off (get you off)

I'm hard on the outside

But if you give me time

Then I could make time for your love

I'm hard on the outside

But if you see inside, inside, inside [2]

Red and chrome All the broken glass sparkling I guess we're partying [3]

I got Chrome Hearts hangin' from my neck

(I got Chrome Hearts hangin' from my neck)

[4]

That soft pink matter

Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh

Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you [5]

I got my red dress on tonight Dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight

Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style

High heels off, I'm feelin' alive [6]

And a lust for life, and a lust for life And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive Keeps us alive, keeps us alive [7]

You want a real taste At least I'm not a fake

You want a real taste At least I'm not a fake [8]

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh [9]

Baby, i’m candier than candy

more chrome than chrome

will love you more than your girl

i will bring you home (bring you home)

im more sparkle than sparkle

im lovelier than love

come on baby, i will get you off (get you off)

You want a real taste At least I'm not a fake

You want a real taste At least I'm not a fake [10]

Alexis was listening to his favorite Popstar QUEEN LIZZY’s new single „Candy“ as he saw the notification in his inbox.

„MY PRETTIEST ANGEL! YOU’VE BEEN SUCH A LOVELY BOY! YOU EARNED YOUR SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART AND I WANT YOU TO BE THERE AT THE BANQUET BEFORE MY CONCERT TODAY!

XXXX YOUR LIZZY“

„you are now in posession for an exclusive access code to QUEEN LIZZY’s ceremony“

Alexis was rapturing in joy. He closed the doors to his room. After all this time, he could finally be there as well. Be at the ceremony with everyone else. See the things he only heard myths about. Alexis put on his glasses and scanned LIZZY’s gift.

Alexis wanted to see her for real this time. While the livestream was loading he hummed along the refrain of LIZZY’s newest single „Candy“ and joy filled his soul.

When he opened his eyes he instantly felt, that, when standing inside the villa, aura is affirmed absolutely. [1]

In the beginning, there was darkness. But out of the darkness a light emerged. He felt, that it was her - but not yet. Slowly the light emerged and it got brighter when she slowly moved through space. He started to see silhouettes. He started to see colors.

It was the queens’ most baroque fantasies of glamour and stardom. [2]

Light crystalline notes seemed to emerge out of the silence which accompanied the Queens glide. Somehow out of nothingness a choir as perfectly clear cut like colorful marble in the most beautiful patterns emerged.

Alexis saw her gliding along the ground from far away, although he felt like he saw one short glance of her eyes going to his direction.

He glared at the fabric falling down upon her like a thin, ultra light continuous skin—clearly visible. What was especially miraculous was that especially from inside he saw the building move towards a "textile like" definition of architectonic space. [3]

The ornament felt like folded embroidery encapsulated in astonishing ecstasy of colorful marble and indistinguishable textures of golden and platinum figures illuminating the fabric upon they seemed to be appended. Everything seemed like it was flickering. Flickering like a soft but strong candlelight, giving the structure a pulse. All colors seemed enhanced and the details exaggerated which made it even more dazzling in Alexis’s eyes.

In the midst, his queen.

Adjacent to her path there were two banquets, with shining pearl-white layers of fabric. Filled with all the plenty of things.

She seemed to be absorbing the banquet, while Alexis now knew.

These heavens do not proclaim the glory of God. [4]

But the heavens of his Queen.

QUEEN LIZZY.

He listened closely and let these heavenly halls enter his heart while he witnessed her, slowly vanishing the chamber. She seemed to have ingested everything she needed for todays concert, as she ascended into another chamber. For the next chamber, Alexis knew, he was not worthy enough yet. He could only imagine the things that lied beyond these magnificent gates.

Alexis knew, that he needed to see her again tomorrow. And now he finally had the access code to the banquet, so he knew it was possible to see her whole ceremony, to really get to know her. And maybe. Maybe he will see her on stage someday. The magnificent stage next to the Seine, seemingly born from one of Bosch’s paintings seemed to set everything around into a dreamlike state of exuberance. Leaving even the most polished buildings around it appear to be rusted.

United with all his fellow Angels, Standing in front of Notre Dame. See his QUEEN LIZZY face Notre Dame, while he, Alexis faces his LIZZY.

And perhaps, he longed. Perhaps one day. One day i might meet her in reality.

„THIS STREAM HAS ENDED! WITNESS QUEEN LIZZY AGAIN TOMORROW!“

Somber but ecstatic, Alexis takes off his glasses and puts on his favorite music, while

leaving his flat for an evening stroll at the Seine.

Queen Lizzy is

breathless

at the bacchanal

bewitched, senses

submerged, her image

mirrored, her mind

magicked, her emotions

modulated

magnified

unmoderated and maybe

immodest, herself

multiplied [1]

Music sprays an anaesthetic cloud over things and drug used to spare us the terror of the real. [1] It is these traits that enable it to go anywhere, to go everywhere, into site and psyche alike, to appear ever fascinating yet ever harmless even as it plies its undermining subterfuges and sly deceits [2]. Forces come and go, from and in all directions. [3]

Where do we want to go? [4]

Remember: Icarus flew away, toward the sun. [5] One sees the burning heat of the sun scorch the wings of the wretched young man, as the blazing fire smokes, and one can almost hear the crackling of the burning feathers, while death can be seen sculpted on the face of Icarus, and on that of Daedalus his emotion and sharp pain. [6]

Historically, thousands of subjects have done so, suffering, killing themselves, dressing, perfuming themselves, writing as if they were Werther. [7]

The baroque dramatist clings fervently to the world. [8]

We are expecting a move toward a falling in sync with the architecture of the Baroque, but on different levels of abstraction. [9]

Contemporary time, however, can sustain these baroque illusions. [10]

Today, Maximum is the ultimate ornament, the most self righteous crime, the contemporary Baroque. [11]

the whole building is the decoration. [12]

And Delicate bronze allegorical figures adorn the case. [13] We have seen roofs made of copper, glass, and gold, and elegantly decorated with ceilings gilded or coffered in gold, and picked out with sculpted crowns and flowers, and even statues. [14]

We are in excess. [15]

And excess produces virtuality. [16]

By the early twenty first century, our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism; in short, we are cyborgs. The cyborg is our ontology. [17]

Whereas the musical call rises from noise to meaning while avoiding both.

Vibrating softness and the hammer’s hardness. [18]

Life is excess. [19]

This surplus of absence, the place of nothing, when exaggerated threatens all meaning with indifference. [20]

But the lights have to go on again. [21]Exactly, In indifference, the excess becomes manifest. [22]

A modern ritual, a modern Bacchanalia, escalation, excess. [23]

So here we go. [24] This is Queen Lizzy.

If you want sex, why not go get it? [25]

If dolphins go extinct, why worry? [26]

If we’re all going to drown, why not jump from the highest heights and feel the rush of adrenaline? We’ll learn diving eventually. And

The point turns into a baroque pearl. [27]

flashes of inspiration

fascinations

colours, glitter

decadences

balls: exuberances

festivals and

congregations, close

communions

travel at the speed of sound, lightspeed

communication

instantaneous pools of

commonality

the vibe and exultation, the

euphoria

the sharpwit razor of precision, the

ingeniousness

the shared experience

the climactic joy, the

sacred orgasm of

life [28]

When will we stop apologizing for being romantic? Why not now? Here and now? Right now. We populate the desert with singing trees and unruly blackbirds. We leave the cynical laughter behind and no longer hesitate to be naive. The cliché is not kitsch, it is simply beautiful. [29]

Let's follow the hedonism creed, kick the whole world off, get out of work, go to bed, and join together with your "great Louis XIV" to shake this hypocritical world into a bright sky. [30]

Ah, bless the very “false windows,” so valued as decoration and so useless in a building of artificial light and ventilation! [31]

This possible world is not real, or not yet, but it exists nonetheless: it is an expressed that exists only in its expression — the face, or an equivalent of the face. [32]

Then, we built churches in excess for a common belief in an artificial persona. God.

Tomorrow, we will build in excess because it represents living in a world where the power lies within the plenty. The plenty is excess and she give birth to it by giving it a face in physical space. From nihilism, hedonism emerges and they will dance together in euphoria like Dionysus did with his followers.

She will acquire the plethora and give the acceleration a purpose.

It is time to stop holding on to flag poles standing in the current.

We should start to accept the drowning, to then be fulfilled by the current teaching us how to swim.

Excess is accepting. Excess is giving the power a face.

She says: Come, live with me. Watch me exist.

Because,

we are part of it: we are

a part

of everything, every

thing

is part of us

we are the gods

we are the universe

we are the energy

we are the code

we are the probability

we are the failure and the hope and the despair

we are the triumph

of existence

and that is what she is: she

Queen Lizzy [33]

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[2 ]Lady Gaga + Blackpink, Sour Candy

[3] Lorde, Dynamite

[4] The Weeknd, Escape from LA

[5] Frank Ocean, Pink Matter

[6] Lana del Rey, Summertime Sadness

[7] Lana del Rey, Lust for Life

[8] Lady Gaga + Blackpink, Sour Candy

[9] Lana del Rey, Summertime Sadness

[10] Lady Gaga + Blackpink, Sour Candy

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[6] Vasari, The Lives of the Artists

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[25] Spuybroek, The Sympathy of Things

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[27] Buehlmann Hovestadt, Symbolizing Existence

[28] Buehlmann Hovestadt, Quantum City

[29] Camille de Toledo, in: Goodbye Tristesse, 2005

[30] Louis XIV Show

[31] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[32] Deleuze Guattari, What Is Philosophy

[33] Buehlmann Hovestadt, Quantum City

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