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well-lets-go-write · 2 years

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I'm gonna write this anyway, but is this something anyone wants?

So I am by no means active on this account , like at all despite the fact that I write a lot, but that's my own issue to work with. But to be blunt I have not been okay, shit hit the fan in a massive way and I'm just looking to vent and deal. In that pursuit I have made a personal record amount of art, in many forms. One way has been writing, and at the moment I've been writing a Labyrinth fanfic. Idk how long it is really, but I'm guessing something like a 3 part/book thing, maybe 10-15 ish chapters, romance, ofc pairing, backstory, noncannon compliant, cannon typical magic. atc. Just some fantasy that feeds the soul, ya know? Idk. Like I said I'm gonna write it anyways, and maybe post it. Anyhow here's a little snippit of what I have written up.

Jareth is young, approx 23-25. He has yet to ascend to the throne.

His father, the current king, pushes for his son to take his place, his mother however has yet to cast her judgment on the matter at all, withdrawn and distant.

Jareth is the middle child of four.

An older sister Woollyn, a true free spirit, her days filled with wild abandon.

An older brother, Wolfarin, one would assume he would be first to the throne, but in his youth, at the height of the largest war the underground had ever seen; he fell in love. Across the seas and over frostbitten mountains he and his men were being housed by an allied kingdom, though one they seldom had contact with, but bordered the lands of Rot.

During the war Wolfarin married the princess he fell in love with, permanently joining their kingdoms, but the King of AshnWood was worn from war, ill from age, and slipping from this realm. Wolfarin became King of AshnWood. The war continued to rage on, now at the new king’s borders.

The two kingdoms were so isolated from the world, on a landmass so grand, but split in two, further separated by oceans and deadly forested mountains. It was doomed to be a loss from the beginning. Wolfarin sent word not long after his wedding, begging his father for asylum for his new found people and budding family. His father sent many men to collect groups of people in secret while the war raged on. But the armies of the land of Rot broke through and pillaged AshnWood faster than any had anticipated. Wolfarin and his wife barely escaped, found shipwrecked ashore the black beaches of the Frost mountains.

Only a couple hundred people were saved in the end. Wolfarin has given up his right the throne can no longer be the aire to the Goblin Kingdom. But if you were to ask Wolfarin,he’d say he wouldn’t have it any other way. The love for his wife and new baby girl never weavering.

Then there is Jareth’s younger sister, Yhtill She mirrors their oldest sister, calm, poised and at times overly quiet. One to always listen before speaking, a mind that never stops moving.

Jareth was only months away from coronation, the last few years a mollycoddled crash course on how to be king. His once lackadaisical life was up-rooted at the peak of innocence and youth.

In the last few years he’s become less alofe, more stern in practice, but he in mentality and maturity was stunted a bit, still holding a boyish charm, mischievous in nature. But he was coming around.

One day Jareth is slacking off on his teachings, hanging out with a lifelong best friend, Gregror, while he does his job of granting wishes. Jareth has always been fascinated with magic and the other worlds, the wishes of humans, and the magic those wishes produce.

Gregror was explaining the best he could about the process of granting wishes, himself still new to this job. Jareth was inthralld, listening intently to everything Gregror had to say. Explaining the delicate balance between worlds, magic and the veins that connect them altogether. The history of their world and its relationship with magic and wishes, the divide of kingdoms and the laws they all abide to.

The two were gathered around a large looking mirror, watching wishes be made, words spoken with nary a second thought; many coming from children. Some so innocent in nature they were granted the moment the words were spoken. But others however needed permission to be granted. The majority of the wishes today were simple and easy, a routine calm day.

Jareth was asking another wave of questions when a wish came in from a human. A young woman, no older than Jareth , resting in her bed, sleepless yet exhausted. Her wish was simple in theory but extremely complicated in practice.

Her wish, “I wish I could be taken somewhere far from here.” A wish full of sadness and sorrow. But a powerful wish, one, like all the others; could not be taken back. The very words that had been spoken rang from the looking mirror with vigor.

Well there ya go. If anyone does end up reading this, like it or not, I hope you'll enjoy it.

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stickynotestoletters · 3 years

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may i ask for some poly relationship w larry & sal x male reader hcs?

Ah! Of course! :) Sorry I've been taking so long school is getting to me cause of finals;-;

Warnings: Noncannon compliant (their parents aren't together, no one dies, etc), NSFW (implied teen NSFW otherwise they're out of highschool), no weird cult stuff but they still ghost hunt, more modernish (?) phones and stuff

Sal x Male Reader x Larry hcs

highschool

I think that Sal and Larry would have gotten together before you got there

Like, I say gotten together but the way they started it was literally best friends that were super hornknee and decided to have sex together

They started then developing romantic feelings for each other though

And although the sex dynamic wasn't perfect (refer to my Sal x reader NSFW fic) it was good and they loved each other

It became an on and off thing until they actually worked it out

they talked about it and decided that it was better that they stay friends until they can sort out their own sexual desires and endeavors

Sal didn't even know he could do both as a switch and verse so he wanted to just re-examine his sexual self

And Larry was okay with that

So they decided to date but just without sex for a while

Then you moved to Nockfell their sophomore year

and god were you cool

Sal was the first one to see you in the hallway

It wasn't love at first sight really

He thought you were cool and he wanted to talk to you

Then that same day he told Larry about you during lunch

"I want to talk to him I just don't know how to approach him"

"Oh, well who is it?"

Ngl Larry was kinda jealous about how flustered Sal was getting at the prospect of a new friend but then Sal pointed at you and Larry was like "Oh, okay, I get it."

So Larry just approaches you

It was kinda to tease Sal about how shy he was being

Also kinda because you looked rad as fuck

So Larry approaches you sitting at a table alone

You were actually quite chill

You were happy since no one was approaching you

You guys hit it off and ended up becoming really good friends!

So for the duration of your sophomore year and the summer of your junior year, you guys were really good pals and hung out a lot

Then Larry started developing feelings first

And he was super confused since he knew he still liked Sal, no doubt about it

So he was just super confused and conflicted because he didn’t want to break up with Sal

So during, about the first half, of all of your junior year he kept this to himself and tried to keep himself from feeling for you

Sal on the other hand already accepted his feelings, he realized it later than Larry

And he read yp on what being polygamous meant

So although there was a lot of confusion at first he figured it's no different from people in love triangles

He realizes it a couple weeks after Larry and decides to bring this up to Larry during winter break

The conversation pretty much just went like Sal explaining polyamory to Larry for an hour

They end up deciding to just wait a bit and try to flirt with you individually

you know,

because they don't remember that you don't know they're attracted to you at this point

So basically you think that they're both trying to cheat on each other for the week they're flirting with you

At the end of that week, you tell them to meet you together

And they don't know any better than to meet you

And then you come to them, don't let them explain, and cry because you don't want two of your best friends to cheat on each other like this even though you like them

And then they realize why you're saying this

So although this was not the time they expected to confess to you they told you what they were trying to do

So you just sat there

With these two idiots

and told them "No guys, cause I was literally having a breakdown about losing my two best friends."

And they confess to you

and everything is emotional and raw and you accept

Your guys' dynamic doesn't change because you’re dating now

The only difference is you guys make out together and show lots more pda

although you always bring up what they did when they were trying to give you hints

"We just really wanted to flirt with you okay??? Is it such a crime to want your crush to fall for you???"

"When you guys don't explain you're looking to expand your relationship, yes. Yes, it is Larry."

"He's kind of right babe-"

"SAL-"

Y'all spend a lot of time communicating with each other on stuff like that now

Your senior year goes without any bumps between all of you and you then graduate

College Dynamic

so you and the gang (except Ash, she moves to the city of course) goes and makes a college house

once you all move in together there it's a new routine

You all agreed and talked about the move together and what it would entail

And then you all finally realized how different it was from a monogamous relationship it was

But you all had your learning curves within the relationship

You find out more about their dynamic as a couple

For example, Larry and Sal never liked to fall asleep without you anymore

They had trouble sleeping without you beforehand and the first time you all slept in the same bed together it was just... so... peaceful

They'll spoon and cuddle without you individually (Sal is always the big spoon with Larry)

but they just love falling asleep next to you

They also refuse to do homework without you there

Even if it's just the simplest this they're just gonna need to have you in the room to finish it

Sal likes to make songs about you guys

He records them and edits some but he never lets you two listen to them

"It's just embarrassing if you two were to listen to it. It's like confessing my love for you guys all over again except I can't hide behind the mask."

So until he decides to release his songs online or plays those at gigs he's never going to let you listen to them

Larry likes to paint you guys

His paintings of you before the "disaster confession" were okay, it just looked like he was making a painting of a friend, except for the occasional rose

But now he paints you and draws you two whenever he can

He finds it funny how flustered you and Sal get whenever he makes suggestive paintings or sketches of you two

One time he painted a whole sex portrait of you and Sal together (A 12 by 28 specifically) hung it upright in front of the door to your rooms and didn't tell anyone

So after you and Sal got home that day you were welcomed with Larry lounging on your bed with the giant picture of you fucking Sal next to him

It was definitely beautiful though, even if it's hard to call your nudes beautiful

"Larry Johnson, this painting, as always, masterful. Beautiful craftsmanship but please-" "-we mean this in the most loving way possible Larry-" "-STOP PAINTING OUR NUDES BABE"

He put it away to be hung up in your apartment for when you all move out

Non-College Life

Once you all finish college you guys move into an apartment outside of Nockfell

The minute after you and Sal leave to get food Larry puts up all his private paintings of you guys

It's funny to him

I imagine you guys moving to a really populated city

Somewhere where it's a good place for people wanting to have creative jobs but still close to Nockfell

Maybe not back to New Jersey but probably not as far as New York or LA

you guys do all the cute stuff you never got to in Nockfell together

It's not like the majority of Nockfell was homophobic, mostly just the people who went to the church

But a lot more of them didn't think that polyamory was possible

So now it's easier

It's not like you never experience any polyphobia anymore but it's easier because you're in a more open-minded place

Sal's favorite thing is to go to concerts now

And pride

He also likes coffee house dates too

Larry gets hit on a lot though whenever you guys go out anywhere though

He finds it funny how jealous you both get

Sometimes if he wants Sal to get really mad he'll play along

But most of the time he shuts it down before it begins

Sal gets hit on a lot at concerts the most though

He gets kind of awkward about it, he's not going to edge them on but he gets uncomfortable enough to just not know how to shut them down

Usually, you and Larry will just appear behind him and whisk him away

Larry likes to use it as teasing leverage for a good rough one that night but you usually make sure he's okay with it before Larry does anything

You get hit on the most casually

Here and there but there aren't really specific places

It just sort of happens

You mostly shut them down alone

But occasionally you'll have to go to Sal and Larry if they're persistent

And they'll be mean too

One of the first times you saw Sal and Larry ever legitimately get that mean was when you got hit on in a club and they both just pulled you behind them and absolutely ripped the person a new one

You guys really like to stay at home if you guys have dates though that way everyone feels included

But when you all do go around together it's always specifically for three people you never tell anyone it's a date for dinner reservations, you always make sure you go on rides everyone wants to go on at amusement parks, and hey if worse comes to worst smoking is a group activity (if you have asthma or any other breathing condition Larry makes you edibles if you really wanna do edibles with them)

Starting jobs there are tough and all but you make it off your feet

Sal ends up booking a lot of gigs and Larry's commission request skyrocket when he moves to the city and makes a blog about his art

You all get an apartment with affordable rent and one that allows Gizmo

I hc that Gizmo is an esp but I don't know if that's real

So regardless you'll still be able to have room for him

Sal proposes to both of you

You guys talked about marriage and decided that it would be easier legally to just not get married through a court

So you guys have a friends wedding and Gizmo is the ring bearer

You guys don't get a fancy venue or anything

You guys all just have a city wedding

NSFW

So, the first time you all decide to hook up it's mostly just very communicative rules beforehand

Sal is more comfortable with being fucked than fucking someone else at most times but "It's not like I never want to stick my dick in you two" as he puts it

He also likes background music on most of the time

It's kinda weird if there isn't just a little bit of music

It isn't really bothersome, you guys keep it below 20 at most times

Sal's also super submissive

He liked it rough, make him cry out for you two

A bit of a pillow prince

Especially enjoys being tied up by you two

gags and blindfolds are on the table

Although whenever he does feel up to fucking you and Larry he'll usually end up having you two ride him because he gets to be such a mess with you two unless he's jealous or upset

Usually, when he's upset he's gonna lift you two up and fuck you against the headboard or wherever you two are if he's impatient enough

One time you were chilling with Larry in your bedroom and he was painting over his easel

Sal burst through the door where it slammed back on itself and closed itself

He then tracks his eyes on you

immediately asks you "Can I please fuck you right now"

and as soon as your safe word and consent comes out of your mouth he's holding you down on the bed and fucking into you so hard you can barely breath

Larry doesn't mind it and just continues painting with you moaning and being so pathetic in the background of his music

He kinda finds it funny because before you all got together and he and Larry would angry fuck it never worked out

Sal was just being a brat most of the time because Larry still wouldn't let him fuck him submissively

Speaking of which, Larry's more comfortable with being dominant, he'll bottom but only if he can still be dominant otherwise forget it

Larry's just a rough fucker anyway

He really likes pushing and holding you two up against walls when he fucks you guys

He likes showing off the muscles he got helping his mom with handy work and stuff like that

The first time he did this was to Sal when you were studying in your guy's room

You said you didn't really wanna participate today so they fucked like they would without you

And so they're talking back and forth, teasing each other

and Larry corners him

And just

lifts him up

It looked like he was just lifting a bag of sugar up

Sal seemed weightless as Larry just rocks into him

It was one of the hottest things you'd seen at the time so you joined them

You do that a couple more times but then it just becomes normal and you decide you need to start finishing all those assignments

Larry does that to you one on one as well without Sal but it happens to Sal a lot more spontaneously

Larry though is kinkier than Sal in some respects

He'll try anything at least once "Lisa didn't raise no bitch-"

He's really into breeding and long fucking sessions though

Like, lowkey he has omegaverse fantasies

Not because of the weird stuff just because a lot of the time..... they have breeding written in

He'll never admit to reading any of it but you know he has at least once

Super into dirty talk

And he's really good at it

He also had a praise kink and a degradation kin

He likes degrading you and you telling him thank you and how good he's treating a filthy little brat like you

"What're my filthy little brats good for other than sucking my dick so well. Taking me so well like the dirty little whores you are?"

"Yes sir-" "-we're made for your big cock-" "-thank you for fucking us like this-"

He especially likes breeding you and having Sal suck you off while he does it, he finds your crying cute

And an added bonus is rewarding Sal after for it

You guys talk about long-term consent and all that and decide that it's a good idea, you all trust and love each other so there isn't a problem

lol this kinda went to shit at the end but I still like it enough! Thanks for the Sally Face request I really like this game and the dynamic between a poly reader hc :)

-Laika

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itsmeevie01 · 2 years

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A Moment in Time: Ch 5

When Marinette finally started to tune back into the world around her, they were upstairs. When she looked around, she realized that it wasn’t late afternoon anymore, but it was early evening. The lights outside the window glowed in the darkness, and a light rain was falling. Shaking her head, Marinette forced herself to focus on what was going on in the small sitting room of the apartment. Jason was still next to her, and Nona Gina was perched on the side of the chair opposite them.Her parents were sitting on the couch, looking at her in concern. “I…. what did I miss?”

WhatHer father’s laugh made the embarrassed teen look up.“Oh, little flower.” The fondness in his voice led to Marinette looking up. He made a face at her that she returned before the two started to laugh. Her mother elbowed him, before smiling at her.

“Welcome back, dear. Don’t worry, there weren’t too many stories making their rounds.” The girl flushed before turning back to her brother. “what did you- “ “Don’t worry, Chrys. I didn’t tell them any of the good stories. I just filled them in. It’s not every day that a strange guy comes in and starts hugging their kid.” She scowled at him before nodding. “ok.” “Marinette, why didn’t you ever tell us about Jason? If we had known…” The siblings cringed. “I… um.” Jason snorted as he glanced at her. “Tom, do you remember how we were talking earlier? Systems weren’t to be trusted.” Marinette nodded, staring at her feet. “I didn’t think you would care, at first. No one else had. Then, I had been here for too long, and I didn’t know how to explain why I didn’t say anything. And then, then Jason…” Understanding flashed over her brother’s face. When she glanced around the room, she saw her parents looking at her, sadness obvious in their eyes. But not disappointment. Good. As she look around the room, her brother’s eye caught her own. Even with 11 years of separation, he was able to read the mischief in her eyes. He smirked at her, and Marinette mirrored his grin. “Marinetta…” Apparently, her grandmother knew what she was thinking as well. “Nona?” although her tone was innocent, it was clear that she knew exactly what her grandmother was thinking. Her father narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t going to do anything!” Jason snorted and bumped her shoulder with his own. “Hey kid, she’s got you there.” the teen huffed as everyone around her laughed again, and finally, the tension broke in the room. As they sat there, her Papa looked over at her, and Marinette froze. “Papa-” “So! Jason! Do you have any stories of little Marinette? What kind of trouble did the little flower get into?” Her Nona light up as she realized what Tom was asking. “Yes! Bambino! Tell us, what trouble did little Marinetta create?” Jason grinned, and Marinette’s eyes widened as she realized what he was going to do. “well, one time, Marinette tried to sneak on a plane.” Her father choked and whipped around to look at her, Maman narrowed her eyes, and Nona cackled. “I’m sorry what?” Ah, her papa was the one to finally respond. “Marinette!” “HAHA! I knew you had it in you, Marinetta!” “Jason! Did you have to tell them?” He smiled at her, “Well, did you expect me to do anything else?” Marinette huffed. “Nona, how do you know Jason?” her brother shot her an evil eye, obviously keyed into what she was doing. “no, no, let's go back.” Her papa broke in before Nona Gina could start explaining. “HOW did you sneak on a plane?” Marinette groaned. Her brother laughed as she turned bright red. “What do you know about airport security?” “in the United States, isn’t pretty standard?” “well…yes. But, not in Gotham.” Marinette snorted while Jason tried to explain the Gotham City airport. “Papa, the Gotham City Airport was shut down 10 years ago. The security protocols there were absolutely horrible. They couldn’t handle normal criminals, not to mention the rouges. I was dared to sneak on the plane. The security is a joke.” The three non-Gothamites gaped. Marinette shrugged at their shock. Finally, her papa shook his head. “Mari…where did you even LEARN this?” “Papa, you have to remember how tame Paris is compared to Gotham. I don’t have the need for many of the skills I picked up while I was a kid. Plus,” here the girl sent her brother a side glare again. “I felt safe here.” “wait, go back. What happened when you tried to sneak on the plane? Did you get caught, Marinetta?” the siblings shared a look. “there was a Joker attack. I knew better than to get in the way. I took advantage of it, got the proof I needed, and left.” “what you needed? For what?” “oh, you know, I had a bet that I needed to win. I got the proof I needed to prove that I got on the Jet and left.” Jason paused suddenly. “wait. Did you say Jet?” Marinette sniggered. She had never told her brother exactly WHOSE plane she had snuck onto. She shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “Yup! Eddie

wanted to see if I could get on Bruce Wayne’s private jet. I figured he wouldn’t miss something if I took something small.” Jason gapped. “holy shit Chrys. “what?” “when he adopted me, Bruce was still holding that grudge.” Both Marinette and here Nona bust out laughing, while her Papa looked horrified. “Marinette…you. You. You stole from Bruce Wayne?” “I mean, no? I don’t think that he owns the jet?” Jason snorted. “oh he does. If it makes you feel better, Chrys, he tried to adopt you. You were just…too good.” The duo traded smiles through the din of the conversation that the five had fallen into. As Jason and Marinette caught up and Gina explained in detail how she met Jason time flew by. Marinette glanced outside, before blinking in surprise before an alarm went off on both Marinette’s and her Maman’s phone. “Oh! It’s time for dinner!” her Maman turned to her. “I know that today has been a lot but are you still willing to help with dinner?” the girl smiled and bounced up from where she was sitting with her brother. “of course!”

The two women moved to the kitchen, moving in a rhythm that spoke to how often they spent time together in the room. As they worked, they quietly worked through what had happened over the last few days. “are you sure that you are alright, Marinette? I know that when you joined us, it was hard on you. I understand if you…if you..” the girl set down the mixing bowl that she had been cleaning to walk across the kitchen and give her mother a hug. “yes, today has been hectic. Our lives are crazy as it is, and they will be until Hawkmoth is defeated. But I love it here. I love you; I love Papa. I love our crazy eclectic family.” By this point, Sabine had wrapped her hands, still covered in flour, around her daughter's waist. She smiled as the girl continued. “I may have grown up on the streets of Gotham, but I became the person I am because the two of you took your time and cared. You and Papa have taken the success of the bakery, and instead of opening another location, you opened your hearts. You may not be my biological mother, but I don’t need you to be.” Her Maman pulled back to look at her, a smile on her face as she looked at the girl who she had claimed as her daughter. “oh, Huā, I, you” the small girl simply hugged her mother tighter. “I don’t need family that I share genetics with. I have all the family I need right here, right now.” “even if now, you know that you could have been adopted by Bruce Wayne?” the girl snorted. “Maman, Bruce Wayne let Jason almost get himself killed. I think I am much better off here in Paris.” Both women laughed at that before her Maman looked at her again. “how do you know that Jason almost died? He told us earlier, but you weren't exactly…” “Oh!” the teen’s face turned bright red. “I kept an eye on Jason. I have an ongoing hack of the GCPD.” Sabine froze before snapping up to gape at her. “YOU WHAT.” The look of shock on her face made the girl giggle. “I figured that if he was getting into trouble I would be able to see what was going on better that way. Of course, there is that other hacker…they keep pushing me out. But it's fine. Whoever they are, they are always a step behind.” “Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” the girl smiled innocently. “I am disappointed in you! If you had asked me, I could have helped!” the two laughed together as they separated and moved back to their respective tasks. Marinette hummed, as she moved from the sink to where she has set up. “They need a new hacker in Gotham. I’ve been hacking whoever it is since I was 8. It’s been back and forth, back and forth. I would love to meet them someday. That hacker, they go by Oracle from what I can tell, has taught me more about hacking than anyone else.” Sabine smiled at her daughter as she rambled on about the hacker. “Marinette does that mean that you were doing this since before you came to live with us?” the girl flushed. “I…yes Maman. When I lived in Gotham, there was a girl who spent almost as much time in the library as I did. Before she got a job there, she would teach me how to do all sorts of crazy stuff on the computer. Once…once she told me that if I knew how to work a computer, how to make it sing, that I would always have a way to support myself. She got a job there, at the library, right before everything happened. I hope she’s doing well. I liked Miss. Barbra.” Her Maman chuckled. “you don’t keep an eye on her?” the teen shrugged. “I don’t remember her last name. I do know that if I ever meet her again, I want to give her the best hug in the world. She was…she was the angel I needed.” Marinette smiled, as she began to plate dinner, her Maman passing her food to add as they worked.

Soon the two women were moving all the food to the table and calling the others to join them. While Sabine directed the three into seats and gathered drinks, Marinette rose to gather the plates needed for the group. Once everyone was sitting, Nona Gina began asking more about the stunts that Marinette had pulled when she was younger. “now, Jason, tell me. What else did my little Marinetta do? There must be more stories where the first came from.” The teen blushed while Jason snorted. “oh, there definitely are Gina. Did you know that she pissed off the bats enough that Robin was scared of her?” all four adults turned to look at the small girl who was hiding in her food and imitating a tomato. “How exactly did she do that?” her papa was looking at Marinette in shock. As far as he knew, his little girl was a friendly little thing who was insanely smart and had a love for gymnastics. “The Bats are just wimps,” the girl started. She smiled to herself, as she thought about the vigilantes that had inspired the code she used as Apate. “We’ve been over this.” Her Nona shook her head. “Marinetta, why was Robin scared of you?” the girl groaned and buried her head in her arms. “I…may have tricked him into thinking I was a magic-user. It was a DARE! How was I supposed to say no?” Jason laughed at her plight. “The kid started loudly calling Robin names and when he came to stop her I beat him in a fight. He thought he was fighting a specter.” The older woman studied Jason with a knowing look that confused Marinette. “it is one of the proudest moments of my childhood.” Here, Jason grimaced. Mariette knew that whatever had gone through his mind was something that she would have to pry out of her brother later. “although it’s always a good day when you can mess with the Bats.” When Jason said that Sabine’s face lit up. “Marinette. I do wish you had mentioned your brother to us. It’s truly a waste that Bruce Wayne got him instead. We would have had so much fun.” When Jason glanced at her, confused, the teen burst out laughing. “Jason don’t worry too much. Maman just likes to scare people.” As she said it, all three of the bakery’s residents worked to keep the knowledge off their faces. (Although Sabine herself was a wonderful person, her family had ties to the Mob in China. Very strong ties. Sabine herself could be considered a one-woman army. She had moved to France to earn a degree in Paris while setting up operations, fallen in love, and never left. Dupain men had a thing for strong women.) “it’s really Nona’s friends that we have to keep an eye on. Now at least she keeps them out of Paris.” The teen held back a small victory cheer, as her brother’s attention was diverted from her mother. The two traded small smiles as he tore into her Nona about not protecting herself, and therefore her family, when she was traveling. As he was wrapping up, Sabine turned to Marinette. “Mari, darling. Are you sure we can’t keep him.” the joke was clear in her voice. As the family laughed, Jason looked between them, confused. “no, Maman. Jason had other things he has to do. He can’t be the new and improved muscle for the bakery.” Her Papa’s offended “hey!” could be heard in the background. “Besides, Jason was the one to teach me to avoid CPS and the GCPD. Everything I know? He knows better. He would be able to escape your clutches before the end of the day.” Sabine made a face at her, and the teen made a face right back. “plus, I bet the only reason Mr. Wayne adopted Jason in the first place was that he did something very stupid..” The older woman huffed from her place across the table. As Jason watched the two, he cleared his throat. “I…am right here? And... Hey, wait! What do you mean something very stupid?!” the rest of them laughed as Jason looked around in offense. Marinette raised an eyebrow. “was I wrong?” “well, no! But-” “Then don’t complain, brother. I know you. No matter how long we’ve been separated.” Tom laughed at her response. “well, I’m glad that we have you as our daughter, Marinette. Even if you could have been the

daughter of the likes of Bruce Wayne. You are the greatest blessing in your Mother’s and my life.” The girl ducked her head as she smiled at her father in return.

“I love you too, Papa.” A/N hey! what do we think? the sibling reunion is almost complete! see ya soon!

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In light of the recent short... nothing is changing! I’m 5,000 words into this fic and I don’t have time for this shit.

I will deal with my any shit from my now definitely noncannon compliant fic because like Jesse and Ashe founding Deadlocke???? How does that work with the transition to Blackwatch??

Please don’t try to explain it to me. I have too much going on for this to be happening right now.

#My Empire of Dirt Verse #McCree #Blizzard please get your shit together and just drop a full novel already this is getting ridiculous #why are you doing this when im trying to write 10000 words of McCree backstory into existence

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A Moment in Time: Ch 6

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At dinner, Gina regaled them with stories of her adventures with Jason. When Tom expressed his surprise at some of the things Jason had tagged along on the Gotamite laughed.

“you do know the only reason Bruce got me was because I was caught stealing the tires off the Batmobile, right?” Marinette choked, snapping to lock eyes with her mother.

“I told you he did something stupid.” The woman laughed in agreement, while Tom studied the young man in front of him.

“who did you say adopted you Bruce Something?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Bruce Wayne. Gotham’s resident billionaire, and the collector of lost children.” Marinette narrowed her eyes.

“This wouldn’t be the same Bruce Wayne that the entirety of the media has decided I’m either dating the son of or am the newest child of, would it?” Jason laughed.

“yup defiantly the same Bruce. To be fair, he’s been on a quiet kick with the adopting thing. We think he’s planning something. And, in my defense, the only reason I knew what was going on was Tim came into my apartment simmering in anger that the press was stalking him again[Jd1] .” He paused, “oh and I went to pick up one of the tabloids so that I could immortalize his shame and was met with your face.” Here he turned to Marinette. “if they hadn’t run that story, I may never have seen you again.” The watery smile that he was met with made him smile. Gina spluttered.

“Bambino! Do you really think I would have let you go without meeting my family! Honestly!” Marinette giggled, while her mother rolled her eyes.

“let’s go back to the Batmobile for a moment. What were you going to do, just leave a note after taking the tires? Write a quick thanks and leave?” Sabine’s humor quickly lightened the atmosphere as everyone laughed.

“no, actually. I was going to leave a red chrysanthemum.” Jason’s response made Marinette break into giggles.

“you were going to leave my sign? Jason!” the rest of the table looked around, clearly lost. Taking pity on them, Marinette went on to explain. “the red chrysanthemum is my favorite flower. It’s also one that we were able to get ahold of easily in Gotham. Jason always called me his Chrysanthemum because it means hope. He called my Chrys when we were with other kids so that I was harder to track. He literally called me his hope for years. It’s also why,” here she looked her grandmother dead in the eye, “they are the symbol for my brand.” The older woman tossed her head back in a laugh.

“Only you, Marinetta. Only you.” Here, her Nona focused her attention to Jason. “although I’m surprised I didn’t put it together sooner. After all, that is Jason’s favorite flower.” The young adult turned red. “he even has it on his keychain.”

The entire family all turned to smile at Jason.

After dinner, Jason and His sister climbed the ladder to the attic. Jason glanced around as his sister closed the trap door. The grey walls were covered with pictures of who he assumed were her friends. There were designs interspersed, and above the desk, a corkboard was filled with designs. A dress form was next to the desk, a grey dress pinned onto it, partially done. A chaise lounge and a collection of bean bags were over in the corner, and there were lights strung along the walls. His sister moved to lean against a ladder that led to a loft.

Now that they weren’t with the others, Jason could see her mask slipping. Tears started to tumble down her cheeks again, and Jason strode over to the small girl. “I gotcha. I’m here.” His sister clutched his jacket and buried her face in his shirt. Jason simply held his sister as she cried once again. Eventually, she looked up at him, her blue eyes still watery.

“Can we go to the balcony? I…” he squeezed her shoulders.“of course. You lead, and I will follow you. Anywhere.” A small smile was sent over his sister’s shoulder at that, and the girl climbed up the ladder. At the top, she fiddled with something in the roof. Then, there was a shift, and a small hatch above her bed flipped open. She lifted herself out of the hatch and gestured for Jason to follow.

When he poked his head out onto the roof, Jason was met with a sea of lights and the city around them. A moment later, he was leaning against the rail, while his sister curled up on the lounge chair. “I’m sorry.” Jason’s head whipped around to look at her, shocked.

“Why are you sorry, sis? You have nothing to be sorry for.” The small girl shook her head, staring out over the city.

“I…I left you though. I should have tried more to get back. I should have-”

“No. hey, kid.” she continued to stare over the city, fear obvious on her face. It hit Jason like a truck, as he studied her. His sister was scared that he would blame her. She was scared that he would leave her. She was resigning herself to taking the blame for a situation that she had no control. “you were FIVE. You couldn’t control what happened. Hell, even when I was older, I wasn’t able to do anything.” Jason pushed off the railing and squatted in front of his sister. “we were given the short end of the of the fucking stick as kids. Our lives are a mess, but in the end…” the small girl shook her head, blue meeting blue as they locked eyes.

“but…Jason. I don’t. I don’t deserve this. I-I’m just me. I just have…I’ve been given chances and opportunities. But I-” Jason reached out and laid a hand over her clenched hands. She looked down in surprise before releasing her hold on her hands.

“you have always been smart, creative, and kind. Life dealt you a shitty hand, and you have blossomed under the care of Tom and Sabine. You are becoming a strong, beautiful, talented young woman.” She narrowed her eyes, objection clear on her face, when Jason shook his head. “don’t think I didn’t notice the designs in your room. Those aren’t amateur.” His sister shook her head.

“but I left you. I left you and you were all alone. And I know that there’s a police report with your death on it! It was later revised, but it was there! for years. And- and- you were hurt. And I know that if you know Nona, then you weren’t safe when you two met. And it’s all my fault because I wasn’t there.”

Guilt hit Jason like a brick, settling in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His sister blamed herself for something that she shouldn’t even know about.

“how did you know about that?” his sister’s hands started to shake, and she gripped her forearms.

“Are you mad?”

“no…sis, I…that file is buried deep in the GCPD database. The only person who can really access it are the bats. Bruce asked them to literally burry that information.”

“I hacked the GCPD years ago. I wanted to know if you got brought in. And then…one day, that…that file came up. It was horrible. I didn’t tell anyone what happened, and when they asked me later…I just told them that you were dead. I didn’t…didn’t explain.” Jason wrapped his sister in a hug and held her tight.

“you hacked the GCPD?” she tensed.“yes. I promise I-”

“that’s fucking badass, kid. I have a friend who hacks, all the time. She would probably love to see what you’ve done.” She glanced up, surprised.

“really?”

“of course.” She smiled and fidgeted happily for a minute. Then, the smile slid off her face, and she stared down at her hands.

“it’ll never happen though.”

“what? Why do you say that?”

“you hate me.” Jason jolted, staring down at his sister.

“what.”

“you hate me.”

“yeah no. I heard ya, kid. I just don’t know where the fuck you are getting this idea from.”

“Jason. You won’t even say my name! downstairs you did, but now…you won’t even say my name.”

“fucking hell kid. I- that’s not- that is not- of course I don’t hate you.” She snorted her disbelief obvious on her face.

“you don’t have to pretend Jason. There’s only the two of us up here. You don’t need to spare my feelings.”

“no, kid. You don’t- That’s not it. I just…you. Your name changed. I didn’t want to…it’s your name, whichever you choose but. I- I don’t want …I don’t want to call you Chrys if you don’t feel comfortable with it anymore. I don’t want to call you Marinette if that’s not who you are. I just-”

“oh” suddenly, Jason was knocked backward, his arms suddenly full of his sister. “I didn’t. I. thank you.” He held her close, and stayed there, knocked back on his ass, his sister in his arms, and the Paris skyline surrounding them.

His sister shifted eventually, turning her blue eyes on him. “I don’t care what you call me. As long as you don’t leave.” Jason smiled, relief flooding his system.

“never. Never again. I promise.” She smiled and leaned against him. the siblings stayed in their hug, blocking out the outside world for just one more minute. Eventually, Jason could hear Sabine call for them down below. Resignedly, he separated himself from his little sister. As they approached the trap door to return to the house, she turned to him and smiled;

“I do like the name Marinette. It’s given me a new start.” Jason smiled at her.

“of course, M. I think it’s a very pretty name too.”

His sister, Marinette, lit up.

A/N hey! how are we? questions? comments? concerns?

we are catching up with my AO3, so updates may not be as long soon. if you've read the companion pieces, do they make sense with the story?

see you soon!

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A Moment in Time: Ch 4

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Jason cradled his little sister. The small girl was trembling. The couple that she had been working behind the counter with were giving him concerned glances, and Gina was fulling staring at him in surprise. He steadied himself, before clutching her even tighter. It had been years, but he would know those eyes anywhere. He glanced down at the small girl and was met with the far too familiar sight the sight of Chrys clinging to him, hiding her face in his clothes while trying to not cry. With hesitant hands, he began to rub her back. She let out a small, involuntary, sob and clung tighter to his jacket.

The woman who had also been working behind the counter was frowning at him. “how the hell do you know my daughter, young man?” Jason hesitated before answering quietly, “we grew up together. Before…before.” Gina’s eyes narrowed as she registered what Jason trying to say.

“But, Jason, Bambino. You said that your little sister was dead.” He glanced down at her again. Sometime during their conversation, the teen had given up and started to actually cry.

“that’s because as far as I was aware, she was dead.” The woman’s sharp eyes narrowed at him across the counter.

“what” Jason tensed before looking down at his little sister and meeting her wide blue eyes.

“Look, do you have somewhere we can talk?” when his sister shot him a dazed, confused glance he smiled down at her before responding in a whisper. “I’ll take care of it, Chrys”

The small woman nodded and led them past the counter and to a door. Once in there, she opened another door and led them over to a stairwell. Gina began climbing while the man stayed down, and supposedly (?) close the bakery. He didn’t just get the new girl, Kiera, back and tell her that they had a family thing and will be back asap.

Jason guided his little sister up the stairs, her small steps clearly proving that she wasn’t aware of what was going on. Her hand clutched his jacket again, before the young adult simply picked the girl up, and carried her up.

The man that followed the rest up gave him an appraising glance at his action. “so young man,” he began, “why don’t you start explaining how you know my daughter.” Jason winced, before looking down at his sister.

“Chrys and I met when we were little. What do you know about her background? I don’t want to talk about things that she doesn’t want you to know.” Gina pursed her lips at his response.

“Jason, it’s ok to tell them anything. Tom and Sabine, they just want what’s best for Marinetta” Jason considered her words and nodded at his mentor while the other woman, Sabine, narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why do you call my daughter Chrys? That has never been a name she has used here.” He snorted at her question before shaking his head.

“It’s short for Chrysanthemum.” A gasp could be heard from where Gina was sitting off to the side. “I called her that when we were younger. When,” here Jason hesitated, before glancing over at Gina. She gave him a small nod, having connected the name to the stories he had told while they had traveled. “when we were on the streets.” The sharp intake of breath that he heard from Sabine and Tom confirmed his suspicions. Whichever agency that brought her over to France hadn’t known or bothered to include her history in her adoption file. “look, the kid is tough, but when she was small, Chrys didn’t know her birth parents. She ended up in an orphanage and ran away from it. Often. By the time she was four, she spent all of her time on the streets. Neither of us knew when her birthday was, but I know that she got snatched by the wrong people when I was gone. I tried to find her, but I didn’t have the resources I do now. By the time I got adopted, and could do more, every source in Gotham listed her as dead.” Tom hesitated, before clearing his throat.

“We didn’t adopt Marinette until she was seven. She was so small when we first met her. But as long as she’s been with us, Marinette has always been scrappy. But…she’s so creative and has always acted so happy.” Here, he glanced sideways at Sabine, “at least, until lately. She’s been really stressed recently and shut us out. But even when she was younger, Marinette never talked about…any of that. All we knew was that she was from a troubled home in the United States, and she needed a new start. When she was first with us, Marinette was really scared. We thought that there was an abusive home in her past. But she never…she never mentioned it.”

Jason frowned at the description of his sister. Yes, the kid had always been creative, and so smart. She hadn’t trusted strangers easily. That was because she had spent time on the streets. Everyone knew that if you spoke to the wrong person, you would go missing. The problem lay in what her adopted parents weren’t saying.

Jason knew the kid too well, and he knew that although she was way too smart brilliant and scrappy, the real danger lay in the scathing sarcasm the small girl had learned to weaponize. She had been one of the snarkiest kids in Gotham when they were little. Although that portion of her personality may have faded, it shouldn’t have disappeared. Something happened to his little sister, and he needed to know what.

“When you adopted her, how, what-”

“She tried to get back to Gotham.” Jason’s head whipped up.“what.”

“When we first adopted her, Marinette tried to run away. We think that’s why she was sent to us. Before, there were files of three other families that tried to adopt her. All three of them had trouble with her trying to run away.” Jason nodded as he processed what the couple were telling him. His sister tried to run away. Tried to come home. She hadn’t forgotten him.

Sabine gave him a sad smile. “Jason, right?” he nodded. “did something happen six years ago? We came to an agreement. To keep Marinette here. We let her watch the news from Gotham. She was always on the Gotham Gazette and watched the news channel there. Something happened, and we can’t figure it out. we can’t find anything that would have stood out from that time, but Marinette shut down. She wouldn’t come out of her room for a week. After, well,” Tom laid his hand onto of Sabine’s. The duo were wearing the same look of concern and confusion.

“she refused to look at anything about Gotham. If we even mentioned the city, she would leave the room.” Jason took a shaky breath. He had hoped that she wouldn’t pay attention to what was going on in the city. He did the math squinting slightly. Fuck.

“six years ago, I was kidnapped by the Joker.” The couple froze, and Gina snapped to look at him. “there was an explosion in Ethiopia, and I was presumed dead.” All three of the people listening to him were staring, wide-eyed. “I spent a year in a coma. One of Bruce’s exes, a very malicious one, ended up taking care of me after. Bruce didn’t know I was alive.” Jason focused on his hands in an effort to keep his composure. “Gina found me after I ran away from Talia, actually. We got separated, and I went back to Gotham.” Gina was staring at him, her eyes narrowed.

“Jason, Bambino. When I found you, we were in the middle of a desert. In the middle east. You were starving.” The look on Gina’s face was full of concern. “you mean to tell me that you were in that state while living with your father's ex?” Jason cringed. He had forgotten that Gina had wanted to hunt down Talia when she had found him.

“Gina, Talia is a bitch. I hated her, Dick hated her, everyone hated her. She wanted one thing, and she was going to kid it. You haven’t met him, but her kid has had to deal with her machinations for his entire life. No, she isn’t a nice person. She sure as hell isn’t a good person. Yes, she saved my life, but she isn’t worth the effort to respond to.” The elder biker narrowed her eyes before nodding.

“fine. But! If you ever change your mind…”

“no! Gina. I am not hunting her down.” The woman nodded. Before the four could continue, Marinette shifted, and reached up to rub her eyes. “I…. what did I miss?”

A/N hey! so...a few notes. Jason and Mari are Bio Siblings. HOWEVER. they are only half-siblings. and because of that, the poor woman who Willis Todd got pregnant gave her up for adoption in hopes to give her kid a life that wasn't hell. was it a slim chance? yes. did it work? eventually. Jason at this time does not know that M is his half-sibling. if she takes a DNA test though...

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itsmeevie01 · 2 years

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A Moment in Time: Chapter 7

MASTERPOST

After dinner and Gina and Jason had reluctantly left for the night, the Dupain-Cheng family sat and talked together a while more before separating to move towards bed. After all, they did have a bakery to open in the morning.

When Marinette was sure that her parents were asleep, she opened her chaise. There, buried under piles of blankets and spare fabric and next to one of her specialized embroidery machines that had been packed away to save space was a black rectangular box with a red chrysanthemum carved into it. Breathing a sigh of relief, the teen pulled out the box and settled her hand on top of it, letting her magic seep into the wood.

A moment later, the box was expanding, opening, and giving her access to the box of the Miraculous of the Chinese Zodiac. Plagg zipped to join her as she studied the jewels in front of her before settling her hand on the Bee Miraculous that she had been puzzling over for weeks.

The Kwamii looked at her before he finally sighed. “kid you know what you need to do. As much as we don’t like it, the girl is a good match for Pollen. Plus, you and the Bug need a rest. Without the Bee, you know that the rest of your team won’t fall into place.” She smiled at the Kwamii before looking down again.

“I know Plagg, but…what if she says no? Lady Tyche and I can only do so much, and I don’t want to open our group to someone who is going to pull an Alya. Ty spent months training her she even let her come to an attack, and she still had the audacity to believe Lila. If she had gotten her hands on the miraculous full-time, it would have been catastrophic. I don’t want to bring someone else into the fold and have them flake. Or worse, betray us.” The miniature cat god nodded at his chosen as she drifted for a moment, thinking about days gone by.

Eventually, she shook herself and smiled at her kwamii. “ok Plagg, Let’s Make Mischief!” As her transformation fell over her, Apate stretched, preparing to wander into the night.

Her luminous blue eyes, catlike and glowing in the night, narrowed as she made the first jump, up to the balcony. Her black boots landed on the balcony, the Parisian night going quiet. As she moved across the rooftops, the animal and natural sounds quieted down, acknowledging the power in her presence.

As she came to a stop near a streetlight, Apate breathed in the crisp night air. A grey cat brushed against her leg, and she smiled down. The small cat purred, before it slipped away, off to explore the rest of the city. Apate looked out over the city and smiled. Down below, someone called out, and she looked down. Nino Lahiffe stood there, looking up at her with a smile. The Vigilante waved down at her friend, and one of the few people who knows about Apate. He smiled up at her, waved a piece of plastic at her, put it down, and strolled down the street.

Apate grinned. Nino was smart. He was the only one who was even close to her identity. Apate had a theory about it but had decided to take the small amount of good luck that had come her way in the form of her friend and not question it. She jumped down and landed in the street. Nino, while smart, was also sneaky. He had laid the CD in the middle of a circle of light. Nino must still be close by. Apate smiled to herself and stepped into the light, giving her old friend a glimpse of her appearance.

The black suit resembled a black track jacket, with the bottom half resembling close-cropped cargo pants. Her boots, while silent, had a heel, giving the petit girl a very well-needed few inches. Her black hair, while long and free-flowing in daily life, was now held back in a French braid. The gauntlets on her forearms glinted silver, and the bracers on her shins reflected the light above. Apate’s hands flexed as she approached, the reinforced gloves flashing as her claws extended. A small smile crawled over the Vigilante’s face as she reattached her baton to her hip and let herself approach the small case holding Nino’s latest mix. Her luminous blue eyes found his shape in the shadows, and she sent him a smile and a wave. Then, her staff was in her hands, and she was rising quickly into the air. As her boots touched the rooftop, she turned towards the tower and took off.

When she landed at the Tower, the cat-like Vigilante settled herself on one of the beams looking out over the night.

Her eyes focused on a figure in the distance and followed it as it made its way closer. When the figure landed next to her, Apate grinned up at Lady Tyche. The Blonde smiled back at her more violent companion. Her braided ponytail shifted in the wind, and the dark mask made the smaller girl roll her eyes. After almost four years, the two were pretty good at reading each other. As Lady Tyche settled next to Apate, the red hero smiled. Her garnet suit shifted in the moonlight. The black reinforced areas along her shins and arms seemed to disappear into the night to the naked eye.

The older miraculous wielder had been apprehensive to let Apate redesign her suit from the bright red that had black spots everywhere. Apparently, it was a “Tikki staple”. When Apate had shown Tyche the simple garnet suit with the black shading on her sides, and the reinforcement on her arms, the hero had changed her tune. That had been three years ago, and since then the girls had grown closer. During that time, they had realized that they must be in the same grade because they had chosen names that mirrored the Greek goddesses they had been learning about.

What Apate later learned was that only her school used that specific curriculum. However, by that point, she and Tyche had long moved past it. Discussion about Lady Tyche’s name had been circulating since the duo had gotten their miraculi. However, since Apate kept to the shadows, not enough people had confirmation that she existed to have a debate, or in many cases, even a confirmed name.

When Apate had found out the box was based on the Chinese zodiac, she had laughed to herself. The irony had been too much. If only they had been in a different section of their mythological studies. But by then, it had been too late to change her name to honor the origin of the box.

That evening, as the two rested near the top of the Eifel tower, the city of Paris glowed beneath them. Over the past few months, these meetings had become more regular. That night, the two had gotten together to once again debate the idea of adding a certain Bee to their ranks. This had been a topic for almost a year and the duo were apprehensive at the thought of adding an unknown this far into their battle.

“What did Tikki say?” When Apate broke their silence, Tyche sent her a small smile. They both knew that Apate was the more anxious of the duo. There was a reason she worked better in the shadows. The idea of adding the Bee, well it was keeping her up at night. She didn’t want to lose more miraculous

“She was all for it. After she heard what Wayzz had said, she agreed with him. Adding another holder and setting up our team is the right move.” The girls exchanged looks. Tyche went on; “she even suggested that if we found someone else, beyond the bee, we should follow instinct. I think she can feel the end approaching.” Apate took a deep breath before nodding.

“Plagg and I have been talking. With our final year in Lycée ending in less than six months, he agreed that we need to try and wrap this up.” Tyche snorted. “the both of us have been feeling like a change is coming. However, it doesn’t seem all bad. Something is coming, and I’m not sure what.”

“I don’t know about you, but I am ready to leave Paris. If I can leave for University, it would be amazing.” Apate nodded in agreement. Both she and Tyche had been stuck in the city for four years. Tyche wrinkled her nose as she looked across the city. “if all three of you can feel the shift, that means the situation is more dire than we realized. We are closer to catching hawkmoth though. Every time we check on a lead, I get excited. But now that we have exhausted all the options, I’m starting to wonder if we will ever take him down.” Tyche turned to Apate her blue eyes watery. “if there is any chance of taking this asshole down and reclaiming our lives I think we have to take it.”

“Does that mean we should go visit Chloé?” Tyche hesitated.

“Actually, I was thinking. I know that we have been careful, for years now, but now we both know that we’re getting closer to the end. Would, would it be ok if we-” understanding settled on Apate’s face. She thought for a moment before nodding.

“well, there isn’t a Guardian to tell us no anymore. Plus, it might be good for us.” Both girls laughed as they stood. “how about this. I have to go get the Bee anyways, so come with me, and we can do the reveal nearby. That way we can be sure it’s in a secluded place.” Tyche nodded as she readied her yoyo.

“which way, Kit-Cat?” Apate laughed and jumped off the tower, letting herself start the trek back to the quaint Bakery that currently was housing miniature gods.

When Apate and Lady Tyche landed on the roof of the Beauréal home, Tyche glanced over at her companion in confusion. The other teen smiled at her and launched herself into the sky once again. As Tyche followed, she realized that they were sticking closer to the ground. Whoever Apate was, she lived nearby. When they landed on a very familiar bakery, the blonde blinked. Apate had settled herself against the chimney, balancing on the ridge. Quickly skirting the roof to settle opposite her partner, Tyche couldn’t help but glance over the cat’s shoulder. If Marinette decided that she wanted to sit outside late at night, they were in trouble.

“Tyche, we are safe here. The roof is at the right height that no one will be able to see us.” Apate’s words soothed the hero, and she studied the girl. Now that they weren’t moving, Tyche could see the slight tremor in her hands. “ready?” they shared a smile, and the girls called out the phrases that so many would never know. “Plagg, Mischief Managed!”

“Tikki, let's land!” as the roof lit up with their detransformations, the girls closed their eyes. When they hear Tikki call an excited “Plagg!” two sets of blue eyes snapped open. Aurore froze for a second, before squealing.

“Marinette! Oh my god!” the two hugged, smiles lighting up their faces before navigating to the balcony that the teen had furnished with enough plants to hide them from late-night pedestrians. For the next half hour, they sat talking. Aurore and Marinette traded stories and put together the events of the past four years. They only stopped when Tikki pointedly reminded them that they still needed to go talk to a certain heiress. Marinette let herself slide into her room before hopping off of her bed and scurrying to the box she had hidden away. When the girl reappeared on the balcony, the long-time partners traded smiles and transformed before taking off across the rooftops towards the Grand Paris Hotel.

When Chloé was woken up, she thought she was dreaming. Standing on the other side of the glass, standing on her balcony, were Lady Tyche and Apate. The shock that ran through the teen’s mind would have frozen many of her classmates, but the blonde had always prided herself on being made of sterner stuff. As she slid her feet into slippers and pulled on a robe, Chloé let her mind run over the last year. Although most Parisians didn’t think that Apate was more than an urban legend, Chloe had run into the vigilante on several occasions. Most of them had been when the smaller girl had swooped in to save her, but as time had gone on, the two had become friendly. However, both the hero and vigilante had no problems calling her out for things she had done wrong. Off the top of her head, she couldn’t think of anything that could have gotten her in trouble with the duo. With a fortifying breath, Chloé opened the doors leading to the balcony. “Lady Tyche, Apate. To, uh, what do I owe the pleasure? I…haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” Lady Tyche smiled at the girl’s concern.

“No, Chloé. You have done nothing wrong. In fact,” here, the Hero turned to the vigilante who was leaning against the railing. “we came because of the exact opposite reason.” Chloé felt some tension release from her shoulders at her idol’s statement. Then, what she had said caught up to her.

“I, um. What did you come here for?” The nerves that could be heard at the end of her question made Apate smile softly.

“do you have somewhere we can talk? There’s an opportunity that you might be interested in.” Chloé nodded quickly and lead the two into her suit before pausing and closing the drapes. Then, she gestured towards what Tyche obviously assumed was a closet. Oh, that sweet summer child. What they entered instead was a room with a desk and a small sitting room. Of course, the heiress had her own office.

“We shouldn’t be bothered in here. Is everything ok? Are,” she hesitated. “are you in legal trouble?” the other girls paused and shared a glance, shocked.

“No!” Lady Tyche’s quick response made the other blonde giggle in relief.

“oh good. Ok. My- my friend has this habit of thinking of the worst scenario first, and I guess I might have picked up on it.” The girl now looked more than slightly sheepish which made the other two laugh with her. Apate held back a complaint. She wasn’t always that bad.

“we may not be in trouble, Chloé, but we did come here for your help.” Apate’s quiet voice brought the rest of the laughter to a stop. “this is an opportunity to do good in the City of Paris. If, of course, you are willing.” Chloé’s eyes widened as she listened to the soft explanation.

“what would you have me do?” she breathed, excitement dancing across her face.

“Join us?” Lady Tyche’s reply had the girl whipping her head around to stare at the hero.

“what? Really? You. You. The protectors of Paris want. Me. To help?” the shock on her features made the hero smile and the vigilante fight back laughs.

“yes, we trust you.” the seriousness in Apate’s voice had her looking back in the quieter girl’s direction. If she kept this up she was going to give herself whiplash. “Chloé Bourgeoise this is the Miraculous of the Bee. Can we trust you?” the girl’s blue eyes were suddenly more intense than Chloé had ever seen them. In Apate’s hand was a small octagonal box that had a glowing yellow carving on it. The Heiress nodded mutely. “can we trust you to protect both the City of Paris and her people. Can we trust you to protect not only your own miraculous but any others you may come in contact with? Even at the cost of your own life?” The heaviness in the vigilante’s voice reminded her why these girls were seen as infallible. It reminded her why they fought day and night to protect their city. And they were asking her to join them. Letting her mind fully catch up with what they were asking of her, Chloé studied the two who were standing in her small study. The girls who were asking her to do more than anyone else ever had.

“yes, Apate. You and Lady Tyche can trust me.” The girl nodded before handing over the small box.

“then welcome to Team Miraculous, Chloé”

A/N

what do we think? chlo has joined the miraculous team! what do you think of that little Nino moment?

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#maribat #ml x dc #a moment in time fic #timari #sibling!jasonette #my writing #amit rewrite #noncannon compliant

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A Moment in Time: Chapter 8

MASTERPOST

Tim’s had a long month. First, the stupid article that started a press storm. He had spent almost three weeks ducking out of the public view. After that, he had to deal with the chaos that came with not being in class for three weeks.

During that first month, Tim had barely looked up. However, two weeks into the chaos, Bruce had gone from supportive and distressed to supportive, distressed, and distant. Around that time, Tim had shown up at Jason’s apartment again, hoping to hide away from the pitying looks from his family. When he had climbed the stairs, the teen had been holding onto hope that his brother would let him crash there for a couple of days. Since he had shown up midday, Tim had assumed that his brother would be at work. So, it hadn’t been a surprise when he had picked his way into an empty apartment. Since Jason had taken over security at WE, the older Robin had reimagined the entire system. However, it had led to him spending more of his time in the office. What had surprised him was the layer of dust.

That discovery had led to Tim darting back to the Manor and sequestering himself in the cave, intent to find out what had happened to his brother. While he ran a search for any of Jason’s preferred forms of SOS calls, Tim pulled out his phone.

Timbo + Todddd

Timbo: Jason?

Todddd: Replacement. Do you need anything?

Timbo: when did you leave town?

Todddd: uh…two, maybe three? Weeks ago?

Todddd: why?

Timbo: showed up to your apartment. Didn’t expect to see you, but there was dust. And rotten fruit.

Todddd: fuck

Todddd: I’m sorry kid. I kind of just up and left. Are you ok?

Timbo: yeah. I think. I just…tired of being smothered.

Todddd: yeah B does that when he gets worried

Todddd: also, my bananas spoiled?

Timbo: Jason what the fuck.

Todddd: what?! I don’t want my apartment smelling like spoiled bananas! I like that apartment!

Todddd: shit replacement. Will you put the bananas in the freezer? I want to make banana bread when I get back.

Timbo: sure. When are you getting back?

Todddd: I think next week. Depends on some shit here

Timbo: where even are you?

Todddd: not in the country

Timbo: what country are you in?

Todddd: Europe

Timbo: that’s not a country, asshat

Todddd: well fuck you too replacement

Timbo: is everything ok?

Todddd: yeah. Just following up on something

Timbo:?

Todddd: it's about Chrys. I'll tell you more once I get back.

Timbo: ok. See you soon. Stay safe.

Todddd: omfg timbo. It's almost like you don’t trust me to stay out of trouble

Tim sighed as he stared down at his phone. He knew that Jason, out of all his brothers, was likely to not only get into trouble, but he was also liable to cause trouble.

Todddd: also im with Gina.

Timbo: fucking hell that's even worse.

Todddd: what are you talking about? Gina is fantastic!

Timbo: yes. However, she would fight anyone. ANYONE. Ive met the woman.

Todddd: i. yeah I cant argue that. But she does to protect the innocent.

Todddd: which is the same thing we do. But she uses different methods.

Timbo: aka biker gangs?

Todddd: yes

Timbo: Badass

A ping from the batcomputer alerted Tim that none of Jason’s usual distress signals were active. He relaxed with the double verification that his brother was as safe as any of them could be in the kind of work that they were in.

When his brother left the chat empty, Tim leaned back in his chair and let his thoughts run free. Even before this whole press debacle had started, he had been scouting apartments. With his family’s reactions, Tim was beginning to think that the only way to truly avoid being smothered would be to move out. Tim signed out and left the cave. He moved up the stairs and closeted himself in his room. The teen pulled his computer out of his work bag and curled up on his bed.

He logged in, and first did a cursory check of his firewalls, before opening a window for his browser. A few keystrokes later Tim was once again looking at the listing for the apartment. It was near the business district and was close enough to the usual place that he ends his patrol before returning to the manor. He hesitated, before pulling out his phone and dialing the number on the screen.

“Hello? Yes. I was reaching out to inquire about the new building downtown? Yes, on Winters Av. Would a tour be available? Yes, I understand. Of course. No, I wouldn’t want to change the Zoning. Yes. Thank you. The name will be Tim Drake. Yes. The same. Tomorrow at 9? That should work. Thank you.”

A smile fought its way onto Tim’s face. The building was new. If he could swing this…this was something he had been thinking of for a long time.

Damian didn’t see anything wrong with Todd being gone. It was quieter around the Manor, and it meant that the 13-year-old was allowed to patrol through Crime Alley by himself. Of course, he wasn’t sure that anyone else had noticed yet. Surprisingly, Damian’s patrol overlapped the most with Todd’s. he still wasn’t sure why, but the current Robin was not interested in investigating. Todd let him do what he wanted and didn’t babysit him like Grayson did.

As the young teen flew over the city, his mind raced. He found this the most relaxing part of his time with his father. At the manor, there was always something going on and there was always someone looking over his shoulder. Here, as he went rooftop to rooftop, arching over this city, the boy was able to finally find some peace. A sound over his earpiece broke Robin from his quiet elation. “Robin, how are you doing? Is everything clear?” Oracle’s voice filtered through, bringing him to relax. Oracle he could handle.

“it’s a regular night, Oracle. A few of the regulars. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“perfect. Finish up and head back, B wants you back before 2 because you have school tomorrow.”

The annoyed “Tch” that came down the line made the redhead laugh from where she sat at the computer.

That evening, as he made his way to his room, having showered and gotten himself ready for the next day, Tim paused by his desk. He had taken the time to compile a file on the girl from a few weeks ago but hadn’t read it yet. For some reason, every time he went to read the file, his stomach dropped. Logically, the only difference was that this girl wasn’t someone to watch or take in. She was just a normal girl with a normal life. she couldn’t have any secrets, right? She was just a person who had run into him for a split second. It wasn’t like he was going to meet her, right?

The teen shook his head and flopped onto his bed. It wasn’t worth it tonight. He could have the moral debate with himself when he was properly rested.

A/N

what do we think? i love writing Tim!

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#maribat #ml x dc #a moment in time fic #timari #sibling!jasonette #my writing #noncannon compliant

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A Moment in Time: Ch 3

Hey! what's this? a new chapter? fantastic!

enjoy!

While Gina dragged Jason through Paris, the kidnappee thought through what he knew about the city. Although Gina Dupain was from the city, they never had the time to stop by while he was traveling with her.

While they were traveling, he had heard the stories of how Roland had charmed her on the banks of the Sein, and how they had gone dancing before her son was born. The stories of the little bakery, of the idyllic life Gina had led before one of her former contacts had threatened her family. The heartbreak that followed was something Gina refused to talk about as a rule.

However, one night after a few too many drinks in Madrid, Jason’s mentor had come undone. The tale that had followed, the heartbreak on both sides of the little family, reminded Jason a little too much of his own family’s tales.

Gina’s stories, though entertaining and educational, did not give one a firm basis to go on in a city. Jason had learned that lesson firsthand and did not wish to relive that week. Really, recon is always the best option when going to a new city. He had learned that after Beijing.

Soon, the duo were standing in the elderly woman’s home. Sitting there in the garage was- “oh Gina you didn’t.” the Biker laughed.

“what, Jason. Did you really think I was going to just leave your bike at the miserable safe house in Shanghai? Please. You know me better than that.” She threw her head back in a laugh at the boy’s stupefied face. “well?” she gestured to a row of hooks by the door, where his familiar keys were hanging.

The chrysanthemum was still hooked onto the key. Jason’s breath caught as he saw the keychain. The leather flower was still shining with the red polish he had used when he had last cleaned it. His hand shook as he stared at the flower. The small piece of his sister that he had carried with him. even in the pit madness.

“Are you going to get your keys or are you going to make this old lady do it for you?” he jumped, rushing to clutch the old key chain once again. The flower. His hand clenched reflexively, running over the smooth, thin petals. He took a deep breath before he turned and looked over his bike.

The bike (K 1600 Grand America esq. think a really badass cruiser, because I say so lmao) sat there, the black sides dark against the concrete of Gina’s garage. He ran his hand over the matte sides and breathed a sigh of happiness at the bike that he and Gina had ordered four years earlier.

A smile broke over his face as Jason turned to Gina breathing “Thank you” She smiled at him before opening her arm in a silent answer in form of a hug.

“now, Bambino, we are going to surprise my son. He has no idea what’s going to hit him.” Jason hesitated, debating if it was worth it for him to argue with her. His goal when coming to Paris, after all, was to find Chrys. His sister was somewhere in the same city as him, and he hadn’t been able to get to her yet. Jason looked down at the short, spry biker who he had learned so much from and pursed his lips. Surely, going with Gina wouldn’t harm anything in the long run, right?

Marinette had gotten off the phone with her lawyers again an hour ago. After the phone call, she had downed the last of her lunchtime coffee, and gone off in search of food. While she had been haunting the kitchen in the small apartment, her mother had gotten ahold of her, and coerced her into manning the register to cover their new hire’s (Kelly? Keira? Kismet? Who knows) break.

Now, she was standing at the counter arguing with one of her regulars. Again. After all, a monster may not NEED to go in coffee, but who was going to stop her?

Mark was, apparently. He kept going on about him being a doctor and it being bad for her health?

Whatever. She was Apate. She had enough bad luck around her anyways that it didn’t really matter what she did.

When she had finally convinced the doctor to sit down and accept that she was well aware how close to an emergency room visit she was, the teen sighed in relief. When the line cleared out, the noirette wandered over to the coffee maker, and dumped the water out. When no one was looking, she took the Red Bull (GIVES YOU WINGZ) and dumped it in. One sleight of hand later, the coffee used for customers had been switched out to Marinette’s preferred, much stronger, brand of coffee. A few minutes later, the teen was cradling her caffeinated monstrosity close to her chest and avoiding the supposed doctor’s evil eye as she rested against the register. In front of her was a textbook, and next to it was a notebook, where Mariette was scribbling her thoughts. She needed to get the homework done now, so she could go out tonight.

Her parents were starting to worry about how much stress she was under, and the 16-year-old was doing her best to convince them that it wasn’t nearly as bad as they thought it was. Her hope was that if she could get them off her back, Marinette would be able to actually start translating the grimoire that she had hidden in her diary box. Realistically, the grimoire needed to be moved to the top of her priority list. With the way Hawkmoth had been acting before the guardian had The problem was that the two bakers were incredibly close to realizing that she was under much more stress than they originally thought.

The ongoing lawsuits, added to her classwork, working at the bakery, her commissions, and the constant hunt to find Paris’ resident supervillain meant that the girl was feeling crushed under her responsibilities. Add to that her parents hovering, and Marinette was very likely to explode soon. The bell rang over the door, and the noirette sighed before putting back on her customer service face.

She had another 30 minutes before she could go upstairs and take a nap.

And there goes her nap.

The smiling face of her grandmother made Marinette smile ruely to herself before she was crushed in the loving arms of Gina Dupain. “Marinetta! Darling! How is my favorite Leetle Fairy?” The girl giggled as she extracted herself from the bone-crushing hug. Every time that Gina appeared, chaos would follow. The last time she had arrived, Marinette had to hide herself away on the rooftops to find some peace and quiet. Even then, it had only been a half-hour at a time.

“Hey Nona, how are you?”

“My Fairy! You look so tired! So dragged down! Tell me, what is going on in that sharp mind of yours?”After extracting herself from her grandmother’s hug, she giggled and turned to make sure her parents were ok with her leaving the counter. After getting the approving nod from her mother who moved to fill her spot, Marinette skipped around to guide her Nona upstairs.

“there’s been lots going on, Nona.” The teen grimaced, “have you seen the news lately?”

The elderly woman laughed before tugging on her granddaughter’s arm to stop the over-excited teen. “before we go and talk, my Fairy, I want you to meet someone. He was just going to put up-” the bell rang again as Gina spoke, and when the duo looked over, Marinette froze.

The smile that had been floating on her face slid off in shock as a face came into view she hadn’t seen in 11 years.

“Jason?”

The room seemed to freeze at Marinette’s question, the crack in her voice pulling her parent’s attention. The man entering the building zeroed in on her, his eyes widening as he looked to where his name had been called. “Chrys.” He breathed her name before striding towards the small girl and pulling her into a tight hug.

The teen clung to him in return, shaking as she was enveloped in her older brother’s arms for the first time in years. “Are- Are you. This isn’t.”

“No, Chrys, this isn’t a dream. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” A sob crawled its way up the teen’s throat as she buried her face in her brother’s shirt. The soft fabric smelled of the familiar smog that covered Gotham. His arms were wrapped around her, and his hands were gripping her arms, anchoring Marinette to him. Her fists gripped the sides of his jacket, clinging to the first person who had claimed her as family. She could feel the tension in his arms as her brother held her. Jason shifted, and his jacket brushed her arms. The soft leather held the same worn feeling that all of the clothes that they’d owned had when they were younger. Back then, Jason had made sure that she was never left behind, never forgotten. Tears were traitorously escaping, and the teen buried herself further into her brother’s shirt.

Marinette could hear the rumble of his voice in his chest, Jason answering a question that she must have missed. A moment later, her brother tensed. Marinette looked up, her eyes meeting her brother’s, widening when she realized that there were tears there. He gave her a small smile, before turning back to the others in the bakery. “Look, do you have somewhere we can talk?”From somewhere outside of their little world, the girl could hear someone responding to his question. When she looked up at him confused, her older brother smiled down at her again. “I’ll take care of it, Chrys.

A/N HAHA! as of right now, Jason is 20 (ish). assuming he lost a year after dying and all of...that, he is now 4 years older than Mari. however, when they were younger, he would have been 5 years older.Tim is 18, and so is Steph, which places them at approximately 13 when they became friends. right around the time Tim would have become Robin, if not shortly after. because I refuse to acknowledge cannon, don't expect most of the usual age consistency to hold here unless I specifically say so.for reference, Mari is 16, and Chlo is 17. HOWEVER, I hc that Lila is older and was held back. the older kid coolness holds big sway with the class. in that sense, she's either a really old 18 or 19. my timeline isn't clear right now, but they're in the last stretch of schooling in my head. i have to go back and check, but that is what I'm running with.for other notable ages: Dick is 26, Bruce is 48, Damian is 13, Kagami is 18, and Max is 16.ok. Max. so. again, a head cannon. he's a kid genius, yeah? cool. run with that. Mari is really smart. she may not act like it, but she skipped like...2 grades? ok cool. so has max. from personal experience, not a lot of teachers can handle the super-smart kids. that means they get paired up a LOT in classes. which means Max has been in the same class with Mari probably since they were 10. YAY. but look, that also means that MAX KNOWS WHAT HER CAFFEINE CONSUMPTION LOOKS LIKE. the only other really smart kid drinking her coffee like it's a shot? yeah. that's going to scare him. he may not be besties with Mari, but they are definitely friends, and they're the type of friends who watch out for the other's bad habits. that means that he knows an intervention is going to happen soon.

the class have kind of...made assholes of themselves. Mari does not give a flying fuck about them, because they proved that they don't care about her at all. of course, there are some exceptions. generally, that'll come down to Max, Nino, Alix (my fave), Adrien, and Chlo. outside of the class, there are more, like the group of Aurore's, and Kagami. but the class...? Marinette wouldn't what happened, as long as they let her do her own thing.

ok, so this was an A/N from AO3. it has some context. have a good week!

TAGLIST:

#maribat #timari #sibling!jasonette #a moment in time fic #amit rewrite #ml x dc #my writing #noncannon compliant

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