Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Words: 1179 Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark Featuring: Clint Barton Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending. Requested by anon “Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.” Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)
“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.
Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.
And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.
Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”
Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.
“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.
“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.
Summary: In order to get the information you need for case, you start to date the owner of an auction house’s daughter. Dean isn’t keen on the idea of you dating anyone else. Words: 8.5k (plus 2.8k smutty coda- smut can be avoided or read alone) Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess, brief Sarah x Reader Warnings: pseudo-infidelity, bi!reader Coda warnings: smutty smutty goodness
Beta: @blacksiren A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
QUESTION: Why was Odin so very willing to overlook the Jotunns invading Asgard, when it was basically an act of war? Why was going to Jotunheim forbidden as one of the seemingly few ironclad rules to never, ever break?
We know that they traveled to other realms, Nornheim and Alfheim are specifically mentioned, we see them very comfortable with using the Bifrost, so it seems like it was just Jotunheim, that’s the only place where they were forbidden to go.
The more I thought about it, the more I wondered. Sure, part of it is that Odin is getting old, he was old enough to be ready to hand off kingship to Thor, he was probably not really all that keen on the idea of going over to Jotunheim and starting another war, even with Asgard so much more powerful than they were. But I don’t think that’s entirely it. The way Jotunheim seems almost cut off from Asgard, in a way that the other realms don’t strike me as, the way Odin is just SO willing to let this invasion into the Vault go, seems to me that Odin just didn’t want to have any entanglements with Jotunheim whatsoever if it could be helped.
Because I think he didn’t want Loki anywhere near that place.
I think he didn’t want Loki getting caught up in exactly what he got caught up in, because Odin didn’t want to lose his son. The first thing Odin says when Loki asks what is he??, Odin’s answer is, “My son.” Fandom often seems to think that Odin’s original (implied/theorized, but not textually confirmed) plan to put Loki on the throne of Jotunheim was still in place, but everything about Odin’s characterization in the movie screams that he wants Loki kept the fuck away from that place. No going there, just let things lie, pay no attention to them, they’re not interesting, don’t go stirring shit up with the Jotunns.
We see that Odin is someone who has a temper, when stuff makes him angry, he tends to bring his fist down pretty hard! So, why not over these Jotunns? Why forbid going to Jotunheim? To me, it makes perfect sense that he didn’t want Loki there because he didn’t want to lose his son through finding out about his biology, just as he ultimately ended up doing. I don’t know that this is smart of him, but I also think… it’s understandable, when you think everything’s going okay, when you think everything is running smoothly, when you think that Thor’s ready to be king because he’ll have Loki ther (as the original script said) you don’t want to rock the boat. You don’t want to lose your child, there just never seems to be the right time to ruin the peace by telling him of his origins, especially when you don’t think they matter.
(Or especially when you have a child like Loki, who does not seem to deal well with news like this. I’m not saying that it was right of them to keep this secret, but given how badly Loki reacted to it, I’d say they were REALLY ON TO SOMETHING when they may have worried, “Well, maybe we shouldn’t tell him, given that he tends to flip the fuck out over stuff…. yeah, it’s probably best to let that one lie for awhile longer.”)
Plot: The Slate family is on a road trip, going from New York City all the way to California. While crossing through Iowa, their RV breaks down and they are forced to stay in a quiet, small town while waiting for repairs. While there, they begin to notice just how…bizarre the townspeople are. As the day turns into night and the town’s dark secrets starts being revealed, the Slate family will have to find a way to survive…until dawn.
Like the original game (which mixed two different horror subgenres together, the slasher and the many-monster flick), the first half of Until Dawn 2 will be dealing with the town, which is revealed to be a Satanic cult trying to summon a thing called “The Beast”.
The twist is that it’s revealed the town was being watched over by a mysterious, government organization (like Marvel’s S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Men in Black) and that their goal was to capture this “Beast” for research purposes.
So it starts out as a town cult movie and then turns into a hybrid of a destroy-the-monster film and a government conspiracy film
(think Children of the Corn / The Wicker Man meets Predator / The Blob)
THE PLAYABLE CHARACTERS ARE:
1) Millie Bobby Brown as Amanda Slate, Ethan and Moira’s middle-school daughter
2) Mads Mikkelsen as Ethan Slate, Amanda’s dad and Moira’s husband
3) Michelle Fairley as Moira Slate, Amanda’s mom and Ethan’s wife
4) Iain De Caestecker as Michael Slate, Amanda’s older brother
5) Candice Patton as Kara Campbell, Michael Slate’s girlfriend
6) Brandon Soo Hoo as Kevin Oh, Ethan and Moira’s adopted son
7) Burn Gorman as Aaron Slate, Ethan’s drug-addicted younger brother and Amanda and Michael’s uncle
8) Dafne Keen as Angela Suarez, Amanda’s best friend from school
9) Martin Sensmeier as Noah Yazzie, an Iowan resident who befriends the Slate family and tries to help them survive until dawn
OTHER MAJOR CHARACTERS:
1) Jenna Coleman as Madame Elizabeth Hoover, the head of the town’s cult and the main antagonist of the first half of the game
2) Giancarlo Esposito as Agent X, the head of the mysterious government organization and the secondary antagonist of the game
3) Mark Boone Junior as the mysterious stranger who explains what’s going on in the town to the Slate family before being killed off by the Beast
Prompt: Hey! I love reading your writing and I was wondering if you could do a jugxreader? Where jughead wants to ask the reader to prom? They’re not together but they like each other☺️ could it be cute and have fluff and stuff
A/N: This is so cute and I need some fluff in my life rn. Plus Prom season is coming up. I’m going use the promposal that My Best Friend received our junior year as inspiration! It feels very Jug! All the characters are going to be in their Junior year as that is how my prom worked. Xx
The one dance every junior in high school thinks about.
Whether they want to go. Who they want to go with. The perfect dress. The car or limo. All that jazz.
You weren’t that keen on the idea.
Thinking that the perfect boy was going to come along with this whole elaborate plan to ask you to prom seemed far fetched and practically unrealistic.
You watched as another promposal happened in the hall. The flowers and huge banter made you roll your eyes. You definitely weren’t one of those girls. Not that you were saying it was wrong to like that stuff. Hell, if a boy did that for you, You’d be all over it too. But it wasn’t going to happen. You doubted anyone was even going to ask you.
Maybe you could just stay home and watch netflix instead. No one would miss you there. Plus dances weren’t your thing.
What you didn’t know is that Riverdale’s resident loner was trying to think of ways to ask you to that dance.
Hey, love!! Could you do a one shot where the reader is Gibbs’ daughter and he finds out, and he isn’t too keen on the idea, just because she’s known but has never told him. But he comes around when she starts doing little things like having dinner ready when he gets home or taking care of his dad if he comes to visit, that sort of thing? Love you & your writing 😘
“She’s…your daughter, Gibbs,” Abby says as Gibbs’ eyes flicker from the DNA test Abby ran without permission to her face and back again.
“Not possible,” Gibbs snickers as a dark smile crosses his face.
“These tests don’t-”
“I buried my daughter, Abs!” he roars, his blood pulsating in his ears.
It was rare that Gibbs ever raised his voice in Abby’s presence, so when he stormed out without apologizing, you stepped around the corner and out of the darkness.
“Did you know?” she asks, her back turned to you as she clicks the DNA results off of the screen.
And your silence told her everything.
He wouldn’t look at you.
He wouldn’t look, and he wouldn’t speak, and when you had asked if you were going to have a presence in the case, he had sent you home.
But you didn’t go home.
You went to his home.
Opening his door as you step through the threshold of a place you figured, one day, you would call home, you make your way for his kitchen as you begin wielding seasonings and meats, dicing vegetables and cutting up fruits.
And 30 minutes later, you place the massive plate of food in the oven with a note taped to the door that read, “Dinner’s in the oven. Enjoy.”
The trend continued.
You would place a refreshing cup of coffee on his desk after coming back from your lunch breaks. You continued to find time to get to his home, cooking him a dinner he could find in his oven night after night after night.
You slowly found that he would grocery shop and stock things for you to cook.
You began picking up his slack in the office, filling out his paperwork or thinking three steps ahead in cases, bringing in suspects before he asked and sitting by his side while he questioned them.
And then, he finally broke the silence.
“Coming over for dinner tonight?” he asks.
Everyone on the team froze and awaited your answer anxiously as you pull your coat on over your arms.
“Got an errand to run first,” you grunt as you sling your purse over your shoulder.
“Oh?” Gibbs asks as he grabs his things and waits for you at the corner to walk you to the elevator.
“Yeah. Gotta stop by the liquor store.”
And as Gibbs furrows his brow lightly, the elevator doors ding as you step in and turn around to take in the sight of your father.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
“You need better bourbon,” you smirk as Gibbs breathlessly chuckles, a light grin gracing his cheeks as he steps into the elevator with you.
“…and a bit more to get through a conversation I want to have with you,” you add as Gibbs stands beside you, the entire team eyeing you from their desks as they strain to listen.
“And that would be…?” Gibbs asks.
“Changing the last name on my credentials.”
It was the first time Gibbs had looked fondly upon you since the news had hit him 10 days ago.
I’m in tears… I’ve gotten so many messages from all of you and it shows me how much everyone cares even if I don’t know you. I may not have family or friends but I have you guys. I took your advice…and convinced my friends to stay alive…at least for 2 more weeks and we have to really try to get better. The one girl actually said she was thinking the same thing as me, and the other girl wasn’t too keen on the idea but she agreed. I just hope we’re doing the right thing… I love all of you. Thanks you so much for being there for me and even my friends in our darkest times.
Synopsis: Nino wants Alya to stop the Ladyblog but she isn’t too
keen on the idea. Maybe with a little Christmas (and Ladybug) magic, everything
will turn out alright. Aged-up Alay/ Nino.
Author’s Note: Oh god. I’m sorry. This is going to suck but not too
badly I hope. I wanted to try something new and since I haven’t written any
Alya/Nino, I thought why not. Anyway, I’m rambling. Happy holidays @stressed-dragon. This is your secret Santa gift! I hope you enjoy and here’s my tag for the blog: @mlsecretsanta
Alya was furious.
She was never furious.
Yet here she was, sitting in a
tank top and panties on her bed, her laptop opened and her pride and joy the
Ladyblog up to accept the newest theory as to Paris’ superheroes’ identities.
She could barely think straight. She’d pulled the site up in hopes that it
would distract her. It didn’t. Closing the screen, she sat it on her desk out
of the way. Standing, she paced her room which only led to an increase in her
frustration. She felt like a caged animal. Her skin crawled and she wanted to
lash out at something, tearing it to bits the longer she paced and thought. An
idea came to mind. Alya reached down to grab a pair of jeans and a sweater,
threw them both on, and left her apartment after grabbing a jacket, scarf, hat
(all made by Marinette of course), and her keys. Outside was freezing which was
appropriate for December right before Christmas. Her breath sneaked out over
the top of her scarf and she set off in the direction of the Dupain-Cheng
It had been ten years. Ten years
since Alya’s family moved from Martinique to Paris. Ten years since she joined
Collège François Dupont. Ten years
since she met Marinette. Ten years since the Ladyblog started.
Ten years since Ladybug and Chat
Alya prided herself as being
their number one fan and the only newswoman to really get the action. Her
videos, while still classified as amateur, were often praised and used to
discuss the attacks after they ended. The blog did well too. She’d hit over a
million members two years ago. The fan art was great. The theories were even
better. She even suspected that the heroes themselves signed in to keep the
fans off of their trails but she didn’t have any clues to the truth or not. She
didn’t want to bother the delicate balance she had with them. One wrong move
could send her over the edge or worse, all of them.
She’d rather not think about it.
She sent a hasty text to
Marinette asking to meet in the park near her bakery. The reply came quick. It
only said “Consider me already there.” Alya cracked a smile for the first time
that day and she turned the phone off to save the battery.
Paris was beautiful in the cold.
Everything was covered in a thin layer of white. Couples bundled up in layers
of clothing, arms wrapped around each other in various forms and fashions,
laughing, kissing, chatting, swarmed around her. She didn’t think there could
ever be so many couples in one area. It almost made her sick.
Alya pulled her jacket closer and
broke from the crowd, crossing the street to end up at the community park. A
couple of kids were playing nearby. They flung snowballs at each other and one
nearly hit her. They called a hasty apology before returning to their game. She
smirked and shook her head; dealing with her siblings had taught her a lot
about patience so the action didn’t bother her as much. The cold did her some
good. It cooled her skin which cooled her temper a bit. It also cleared her
mind. This was so much better than being locked up in her room. She headed off
towards a row of benches on one of the far paths. It was here that she spotted
a bundled up Marinette. Her hair was out of its usual pigtails and was instead
up in a bun which meant she had come from helping her parents in the bakery.
The dark haired girl had an apartment of her own (one, Alya was smug to think,
that she shared with her boyfriend Adrien Agreste) but during the holidays, she
would go to the bakery during the days she was off from her job to help with
the holiday rush. She was wearing a gray and pink thick jacket, a matching pink
scarf and earmuffs, dark jeans, and knee high black boots. She was staring
absently into the distance. Alya smirked playfully and slowly picked up a handful
of snow. She slowly snuck up behind the young woman and—
“Hey!” Marinette screamed as a
pile of snow landed on her head and lap. Some even made it into her jacket.
Alya died. She doubled over laughing, gripping her stomach hard, until a
snowball landed on her head. She glared. Mari stuck out her tongue. The umber
haired girl returned with a snowball of her own and before they could stop it,
a full on snow battle was on between the two of them.
Thirty minutes later, they
collapsed on the bench, panting hard. Alya gave her a gentle shove on the
“Tie,” the half- Asian girl
agreed. They sat silent for a few minutes before Marinette turned to eye her.
“Alya, what’s wrong? Your text sounded like you needed to talk.”
Alya slumped down into the bench
further. The anger she had earlier returned with a vengeance. It was degrading.
She clenched and un-clenched her fists inside the pockets of her jacket as she
said, “It’s… it’s Nino.”
Mari’s face dropped. During high
school, Alya and Nino had been locked in an animal cage by her hero Ladybug.
They’d hit it off. Even shared a small kiss (Mari didn’t learn about that until
long after they’d started dating). They started dating officially their senior
year and stayed strong during college. Now they shared an apartment not far
from Marinette and Adrien. The four of them hung out regularly.
Alya sighed, “Nino… Nino wants me
to stop producing the Ladyblog.” Mari gasped. Alya narrowed her eyes. It
sounded suspiciously faked.
“When did he tell you this? He
knows that’s your life!” The dark skinned girl ran a hand through her hair and
released a grunt.
“Last night. We argued. Big time.
He… he told me to stop making the Ladyblog because of what happened with that
recent akuma attack.”
The akuma, a disgruntled waitress
named the Cafinator, was going around trying to capture innocent people and
drown them in giant cups of coffee. Years of akuma attacks had trained the
citizens of Paris on how to avoid them but one hungry amateur journalist found
herself running towards the danger instead of away. Alya thought her hiding
place was good enough to protect her. She thought she had been out of sight.
She thought she could still get the footage. None of that was true. The
Cafinator had spotted her behind the car and sent her ray flying her way. Alya
couldn’t dodge. She found herself trapped inside a ridiculously large coffee
cup, pounding for help. She remembered how scared she’d been as it was filling
slowly with brown liquid. It was hot and rising higher. Alya swore she would
never forget the sound of the akuma’s laugh as long as she lived. She pounded
on the side as hard as she could and screamed for help, hoping that Ladybug or
Chat Noir would find her and get her out. She could see out as the sides of the
“cup” were clear. The other people who had been capture were nearly completely
covered in the coffee; some only had their heads above water so to speak.
Alya’s stomach twisted.
Suddenly, he was there. Nino. He
ran to her cup, his signature hat flying off, his face twisted in fear. He
pushed on the sides of the cup. He swore he would get her out. She would be
alright. Nino glanced around and jumped on the hood of the car next to her
cage. He tugged at the lid. It was magically sealed so it wouldn’t budge. When
that failed, he jumped down and looked for something else- anything else- to
free her. He found a metal pipe. He grabbed it. Swinging with all his might, he
smacked it hard into the side but to no avail. Each swing got weaker and weaker
until Nino was collapsed on the ground, arms shaking, breathing raggedly. He
looked up. Alya had never seen such a terrified look in her life. She doubted
if even her face looked that way as the liquid made its way to her chin. He
scrambled to the side of the coffee cup, screaming her name.
It was the last thing she heard
The liquid enveloped her. The
pain was excruciating as she tried to hold her breath. Her hair tangled around
her like seaweed or like it too wanted her life to be over.
She wasn’t supposed to go like
She was supposed to be the best
newswoman in the world.
She was supposed to be married.
She was supposed to have children
and help them through life.
She was supposed to be old.
Why were her dreams unfulfilled?
Just when she thought she couldn’t
hold her breath any longer and her chest was going to collapse, a warm,
familiar red light swarm into her vision. Alya found herself falling. Nino
caught her, hugging her close to himself, burying his face in her hair. She was
dazed for a moment. What happened? Oh. That’s right. Miraculous Ladybug. They’d
done it. Ladybug and Chat Noir saved Paris again.
Nino pulled her face up to his.
He was rough with his kiss, his tongue desperately searching for permission to
enter, which she gladly yielded with a gentle sigh. Their tongues danced. The
kiss was hot and desperate and his hands wandered, making sure each part of her
was alright despite knowing that Ladybug’s magic would fix everything. When
they pulled away, their glasses were both skewed, her hair disheveled, and
their faces were flush. Both breathed hard. Alya licked her lips, “Nino….”
He didn’t let her finish. He
grabbed her hand and pulled her with him, walking rapidly back in the direction
of their apartment. He slowed down only long enough to retrieve his hat and her
attempts at protesting fell on deaf ears.
Entering their apartment, Nino
allowed the door to shut before he pushed her up against it, kissing her stupid
again. A surprised squeak escaped her throat before turning into something
guttural, wild. Heat bloomed in her belly and she brought her arms up to wrap
them around his neck. One hand cupped the back of his head. His hands roamed
again. They slid up her outer thigh, causing a shiver to run up her spine,
before they teased the line between her shirt and jeans, sliding up to place
one cold and shaky hand on her stomach, forcing the shirt up even more. Alya
gasped. The cold of his skin woke her from her almost drunken stupor a bit; it
was enough at least for her to stop his hand by gently grabbing his wrist. He
froze in response.
“I’m alright Nino,” she breathed.
Her lips were swollen from the aggressive kissing he’d just lavished upon them
and her wild hair was made even wilder. Nino panted hard. Suddenly, the
adrenaline ran from his system. He nearly collapsed on her, bracing himself up
with an arm on the door, his forehead on hers, worry once more twisted on his
face. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts.
“Alya, I- Jesus I almost lost
“You can’t get rid of me that easily
“This isn’t a joke babe! I almost
lost you. If… if they’d failed….”
“They never fail though.”
Nino crossed his arms. “What
about the Burner two years ago? Or Road Rage three?”
“Simple mistakes and they still
“Not the point. Alya, it’s too
dangerous. This is what? The twenty-third time you’ve been caught by an akuma?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Who keeps count of something
like that?” The mood was certainly gone by now and both of them stood glaring
at each other. A long time ago, Nino would’ve backed down. He was never one for
confrontation but living and loving Alya taught him the finer points of being
brave and standing your ground. Now they stood as equals as their argument
“I do! Especially when my
girlfriend is too bullheaded to realize the amount of trouble she gets in!”
“I’m very aware of what I do or
don’t do! I run the Ladyblog! Of course I fucking know.”
“Then maybe you should stop
running the Ladyblog.” His words dripped in ice and it sent a shiver running up
her spine, widening her eyes for a split second before she returned with,
“Are you insane? That website is
“No, no it isn’t. God damn it.
Can’t you see that it’s going to cost
you your life?”
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve
ever heard. I’m not going to lose my life over it!”
He reached out then and gripped
the tops of her arms. She glared. “Alya, I’m begging you….”
She jerked from his grasp. “And
I’m telling you Nino. I’m not stopping the Ladyblog and that’s that!”
The silence between them was
suddenly suffocating. Alya’s glare melted as soon as Nino’s twisted into
something more. Defeat? Anguish? Disappointment? He squared his shoulders and
reached down to pick up his hat which they had unceremoniously dropped upon
their entry. He placed it back on his head.
“Fine. I’m not hanging around for
the next disaster.” He pushed past her and slammed the door, leaving her
standing there, feeling numb.
Alya didn’t know what to do so
she did the only thing she knew for certain.
She went to update the Ladyblog.
Nino hadn’t come back this
morning and her attempts to reach his cellphone ended in voice messages that
weren’t returned. Frustration welled up in her stomach. The story ended with
her sitting on a snowy park bench complaining about everything that’d
transpired in the last two days. Alya shut her mouth. Marinette, her friend and
confidant, bit her bottom lip, digesting everything she’d just been told. A
dry, cold wind blew into their faces causing both of them to duck a little further
into their scarves until it stopped. She waited for the other young woman to
say something; how odd it was to have their roles reversed since Alya was the
one who gave her advice in the past in terms of Adrien.
Mari turned her eyes away. “Alya…
Nino might be right about this.” Heat rushed into every point on her body.
This. This was not what she needed or wanted to hear. Then it hit her. Why
Marinette didn’t sound shocked, sounded like she knew what was going on. Nino
was with her. He was at their apartment. Alya threw her head back and laughed
and all the blue-haired girl could do was stare as her brow furrowed in worry.
“I get it. Nino told you. He
wants you to talk me out of it.”
“He wants me to give up my life
and now he turns my best friend against me? I’ve hit rock bottom uh?” She stood
before anything else could be said. Marinette called for her friend but there
was no response. As soon as the newswoman was out of sight, Tikki flew up from
her purse, worry in her eyes.
“What now Mari? If this keeps
“Yeah. One or both of them could
get akumatized again.” She reached for her phone and hit speed dial. It took
only the first ring for Mari to hear, “Yes M’lady?”
“Kitty, we have a problem. Meet
me at Dame.”
“Consider me there.” The phone
disconnected and once she was ready, she turned to her kawami.
“Tikki, spots on!”
Alya was cold. She refused to go
home and she’d left her phone completely shut down for the last couple of hours.
It didn’t matter if someone or anyone really was searching for her. She couldn’t
believe that Marinette would have turned on her so easily; but then again, her
and Nino were friends long before her or Adrien for that matter ever even
showed up on the scene so she guessed it made a bit of sense.
Snow was falling softly on the steps
of the Trocadéro
and on the surrounding stone. She felt every bit of it. Yet, there was nothing in
her to move. Everything felt numb and painful and the cold, for once, was not
to blame. She puffed out a frustrated breath which appeared white and misty
before vanishing in little swirling tendrils. This wasn’t her. She knew that, yet,
the feeling still wouldn’t leave. She had never felt so lonely in her whole life.
It was a feeling she never wanted to experience again but as she sat there
staring into space, she wasn’t sure how to rid herself of it in the first
Oh she knew. She just didn’t want
to admit it.
After all, she had several hours
to think about her options and the thinking once again was driving her insane.
Alya stood and started pacing again. Out loud to the empty air she said, “I’ve
got two choices: keep the Ladyblog, lose the love of my life, and possibly my
best friend, or give up a big portion of my life, a relationship with my two
favorite superheroes, and essentially what could be my portfolio for a real
job.” She stopped walking before furiously kicking at the piles of snow around
her. “How is that fair?! I’ve worked my tail off for that blog! I shouldn’t
have to choose between my friends or my passion. I know they’re worried and I
should be more careful from now on but seriously? They should understand! I
can’t just give everything up at the first sign of danger and besides, what
would that say of my faith in Ladybug and Chat Noir if I did? Nothing good
that’s what!” She stopped kicking the snow and stood panting for air for a few
seconds. It burned her throat.
Someone else cleared theirs. Alya
spun to, surprisingly, find Ladybug, wearing a red wrap with white faux fur on
the end and a matching ear warmer, sitting in the spot she’d just left. Her
mouth dropped open. “That was some speech you gave there,” the superheroine
“L-Ladybug! What are you doing
here?” Her smile widened into a smirk and she walked over to the reporter.
“I came because your friend
Marinette contacted me. She told me what happened between you and your
boyfriend and she was afraid that Hawkmoth might try to capture you again.”
Alya flinched. While she didn’t remember her time as Lady Wifi, she had heard
tales from the rest of the class and some news footage showed the rest. It made
her cringe either way. An icy shiver ran up her spine at the thought that maybe
he really would have tried to use her again and make her go after Nino or Mari
and the Miraculouses. She swallowed and
looked up through her lashes.
“Even if Hawkmoth tried to turn
me, I wouldn’t let him. I’m stronger than I was at fourteen.” Ladybug nodded
and placed her hands gently on her shoulders.
“I know. I’ve seen it Alya.
You’ve grown up to be a magnificent and strong young woman but the Ladyblog….”
“Not you too!” Alya jerked out of
her grasp. Her eyes were wet as she backed away from her superhero. “Please.
I’m begging you. Please don’t tell me not to make it! I won’t stop!”
Ladybug’s face paled at her
expression. She knew. She also knew that this wasn’t how this was supposed to
happen and everything went from sounding bad to even worse when the blue-haired
superhero heard the flutter of wings. Her light blue eyes shot up. With dread,
she saw it; the little butterfly shaped demon come to turn her friend once
more. Ladybug didn’t hesitate. She reached for her yo-yo and flung it at the
butterfly, all the while shouting, “Alya, please listen! I wasn’t going to tell
you to stop the blog. I wanted to talk to you about making it safer for you!”
The butterfly dodged. She swore and pulled it back, ready to fling it again. A
fresh akuma was harder to catch; the worn out ones could barely fly let alone
dodge her catches. It got closer to its prey. Ladybug ran forward, pushing Alya
out the way. She let out a grunt as she connected to the ground. The yo-yo flew
again. It missed again.
“Let it take me,” Alya cried. “It
might as well! Nobody wants me to do what I love so what’s the point?” Ladybug
growled and walked over to the girl. She grabbed her by the front of her shirt,
pulled her up, and slapped her across the cheek.
Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it
was the already numb nature she was in. Maybe it was the magic or the strength
that Ladybug had gained over the years but whatever it was, it worked because
Alya blinked and gasped. Ladybug pulled her close. “Would you listen instead of
living in your own little world? Those people who told you to stop the blog
were saying it because they love you and they don’t want to lose you. You have
been selfish and ignorant of the risks. Wake-up and see that.” Alya blinked.
Her heart was pounding and the tears were unstoppable at this point. Ladybug
turned again after pushing the girl away. She fell again this time, landing on
her butt and kicking up some more snow. “No one wants to see the blog end,” she
continued, “but you’re worrying a lot of people. Nino, Marinette, me, Chat,
your parents, your sisters, your classmates, and even your fans. Have you read
the blog comments? Really read them?” She threw her yo-yo again but swore as
the damn thing dodged again. “Please understand that. We all just want to make
sure you’re alright and safe.” The akuma flew past Ladybug. “No! Alya! Move!”
It was too late and too close.
Alya curled in on herself, waiting for the voice and the offer. Suddenly, the
world behind her eyes got darker and she felt arms wrap around her shoulders.
There were shouts. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring in the
chest of a man, wearing a blue shirt with an odd eye shape design that she
would recognize anywhere. She gasped and reached for him. “Nino,” she said
softly. He looked up at her, his face outlined with a glowing purple butterfly
pattern, the skin around his eyes red. His face screwed up as if he was in
pain; she knew he was struggling to reject it and she knew that it was her
fault for his pain. She reached up slowly, stroking his cheek. Over his
shoulder, she saw Chat Noir arrive, breathing hard as he’d come running. Both
heroes reached for their weapons, the yo-yo spinning rapidly at Ladybug’s side
and Chat’s staff out in front of him, both hands gripped around it, both ready
for battle. Alya swallowed.
“Nino,” she soothed, “Nino, can
you hear me? I am so sorry. You were right. I’ve been so selfish and so… so
reckless in my attempts at getting the news. I… I don’t want to stop the
Ladyblog but if it means losing you and Marinette and even Ladybug and Chat
Noir, I will. I love you Nino. Please, fight him. Please. Don’t let him take
Nino grunted, his arms tightening
around her shoulders. “H-H-Headphones,” he stuttered out. “A-a-akuma.” Alya
nodded and reached up, gently removing the things before tossing them to Ladybug.
She caught it and snapped them in half. The butterfly flew out. This time,
despite having failed at turning anyone into a puppet for Hawkmoth, the akuma
came out fluttering, clearly exhausted from even that amount of work to possess
the item. Ladybug caught it. Once it was purified, the world fell silent as the
four of them panted. Nino collapsed down onto Alya. She hugged him while
struggling to stay up.
“Nino,” she whispered. He
breathed hard for a moment. “Nino? Nino? Are you alright?” He shifted before
pushing himself back. A weak smile crossed his face.
“I’m glad. You’re safe. I told
you I’d protect you.”
A soft cry escaped her and she
hugged him around the neck, her tears flowing again. She kissed his forehead,
nose, cheeks, before pressing her forehead to his. “I am so sorry Nino. You
were right. I’ve always been so reckless but I was so blinded because it was
just me. It was me in the line of fire. I was the one making the blog but I
didn’t think about anyone else. I just wanted the story.” He smiled and put a
finger to her lips. She fell silent. Nino rubbed her shoulders reassuringly.
“I’m sorry too. It was wrong for
me to tell you to stop the blog that way.” He rocked back, taking her hands,
pulling her up as he stood. She caught him as he wobbled. “Adrien, Marinette,
and Chat Noir opened my eyes. I won’t lie. I was angry Alya when you said you
wouldn’t stop. But, you’ve put everything into that blog and there are so many
people that look up to you and expect you to be there when the danger hits. You
help so many people. Your videos sometimes give people the warning they need to
get out of the way. You are so beautiful and valuable that the thought of you
getting hurt just- it just destroyed me. I want you to always be safe. Always.”
He smirked this time. “And let’s face it; you wouldn’t be you without being
courageous, stubborn, beautiful, and thoughtful.”
“M’lady, I do believe we should
leave these two lovebirds hmm?”
“Shhhh Chat. You’re going to ruin
the moment.” Alya let out a wet giggle before looking back at the duo who were
smiling at the two of them. Nino rolled his eyes.
“Too late. Moment ruined.”
Ladybug elbowed Chat in the side.
“This is your fault.”
“Buginette, you can’t think to
blame this alley cat for something like that.”
“I can and did.”
“M’lady, you wound me so.”
“Are you two going to keep this
up or can I get back to apologizing to my girlfriend for upsetting her,” Nino
asked. Alya giggled again and hugged him around the waist, leaning her head
into his shoulder. Snow began to fall softly around them. The two heroes looked
appropriately abashed and before anything else could happen, Ladybug handed
back the DJ his broken headphones with a small apology of her own; without her
spell, she just wasn’t able to repair them like normal. Nino brushed it off.
“Don’t worry. I’m just glad everything turned out alright. Now seriously? Can I
get back to my own apology please?”
“Don’t worry about it Nino,” she
said, “You’ve done enough apologizing. I shouldn’t have worried you like that.”
Her eyes crossed to the heroes. “Any of you. I- I won’t stop the blog but I
promise. I’ll be more careful from now on. No more trees or cars for me.”
Ladybug smiled and held out her hands to Chat. He reached into one of the
pockets of his suit, dropping a small silver key on a chain, which she quickly
closed her fingers around. She then proceeded to walk it over to them.
“Alya, Nino’s right. Your blog
helps us a lot. A lot of citizens who follow it know when to get out of the way
of akumas because of you. That’s why, between the five of us, came up with the
idea that we need to help you find that cover.” She smiled and gave the key to
Nino who then proceeded to place it around her neck. Alya blinked confused. “On
behalf of the mayor and the citizens of Paris, we present you with a key to the
“Think of it like a skeleton
key,” Nino explained. “You’ll be able to get into a lot of the buildings in the
city. You can record from a nearby roof
top or inside a building without running the risk of getting caught in any
“You can thank Nino for that.
Once he calmed down yesterday, he came up with the idea with his friend Adrien who
pulled a couple of strings,” Chat cut in.
“Not too many though. The mayor
agreed that you deserved it,” Ladybug added. Alya gasped and covered her mouth.
She had never been so happy in her life. Her boyfriend was back, her heroes
praised her, and even the mayor thought she was worth having something as
valuable as this key. Nino blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Thank-you. Thank all of you.
What would I do without all of you?”
“Everything’s alright now,” Nino
murmured into her temple, placing a gentle kiss there. Two loud rings broke
into the silence of the snow and all four shared a knowing look. Ladybug
saluted the two of them with two fingers.
“That’s our cue to split. Stay
safe you two.” Chat smirked as well and both started to leave but Ladybug
stopped and turned back to them briefly. “Oh, and Marinette says to text her.
She’s been running around looking for you this whole time.”
“If you see Mari,” Nino smirked,
moving to hug Alya from behind, “Tell her she’s alright but a little preoccupied
for the evening. She’ll text in the morning.” Ladybug rolled her eyes.
“Alright but when she chews you
out tomorrow, you better be prepared for it.”
“I don’t know Nino,” Alya teased,
“A Mari tongue lashing? Is it worth it?” He laughed and moved her scarf out of
the way to kiss the exposed skin of her neck.
“As long as you keep saying you
love me, I’m sure I can survive it.” Her heart swelled and she turned to face
him. It pounded hard against her rib cage as she caught him to at last give him
a hot and passionate kiss. Ladybug snuck off to meet Chat. They smirked
knowingly before jumping off the roof to de-transform and walk home, hand in
hand. Alya broke away first.
“I love you Nino. I will always
And the knowledge that he would
always love her made her believe that she would never fall to Hawkmoth (or
herself) ever again.
There ya go! Hope you enjoyed it. I’m working on getting it posted to AO3, FF.net, and DA. Be on the look out for those!
You realized he was protecting you when you were sent on a mission that went terribly wrong. Natasha, Steve, Wanda, yourself, and Bucky had been sent to a recent hideout a group of enhanced criminals had been staying at. There was only three of them, but that meant nothing when the fighting began.
The night before you all boarded the quinjet, you had retreated to your room in Stark tower while everyone else drank and told stories of past adventures. You weren’t exactly keen on the idea of sharing your past, something that Bucky could relate to. Maybe that’s why he was the first to notice that you had slipped off to your room.
“What’s up with you, Barnes?” Natasha asked as she followed him out of the living room and into the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against a counter.
“I don’t feel… good about tomorrow,” he muttered, grimacing as he looked at the floor. If it had been Tony or Clint asking him, he wouldn’t have been so open with his feelings; Natasha was someone he trusted, though, especially since you were her bestfriend.
“Why?” Natasha asked curiously as she grabbed a glass of water. In all honesty, she knew that he was worried about you. She saw how he looked at you whenever you were talking or even just sitting there. His feelings became even more noticeable when he began training with you a few months earlier.
“Steve doesn’t want me in the open,” Bucky grumbled. “Something about the guys we’re after picking up on Y/N and I, which is stupid since there’s noth-”
“You’re not actually gonna say that there’s nothing, are you?” Natasha interrupted with a smirk. Bucky stumbled over his words for a minute before Natasha spoke up again. “You like her, Barnes, it’s pretty noticeable.”
“I love her, Natasha,” he whispered quietly. “That’s why Steve wants me to cover you guys tomorrow like I used to in the forties.”
“He just wants to protect-”
“You think I don’t know that? I want Y/N safe, but I just have this feeling that she’s not going to be.”
“We’ll look out for her,” Natasha promised. “And besides, you’ll have her back.”
So that’s what he told you the next day when you parted ways. His gun was slung across his back as he pulled you aside after stepping out of the quinjet.
“I’m not… I’m not going down there with you guys,” he told you, looking down at you as you crossed your arms and rocked back and forth on your heels.
“Why not?” You quipped, letting out a huff of irritation. Bucky had trouble stifling his smile and low chuckle at your childish behavior. You could snap someone’s neck like a twig, but here you looked like an innocent bystander.
“Steve wants me to cover you guys. Thinks that the criminals will use their abilities on me and, uh, bring out an unwanted guest.”
“Promise you’ll be careful, Bucky,” you murmured with a soft expression that showed you understood Steve’s reasoning.
“As long as you don’t get into any trouble I will be,” he joked. You let out a laugh and went to walk over to Wanda who was calling your name. “Y/N, wait a second.”
Bucky took ahold of your arm and brought you close to him. “What are you doing?” You questioned as he looked into your eyes.
“I just…” He looked over to see Natasha and Steve smiling at him with encouragement. “Don’t make me waste any bullets, alright? I don’t feel like doing the dirty work today.”
“Please, like you do the dirty work any other time,” you laughed as he let go of your arm. Bucky felt his stomach drop at what came out of his mouth and watched as you headed to Wanda. He quickly looked to Steve only to find him shaking his head with a small smile. And then he was left to find a spot to cover you all from.
“Steve, where did Y/N and Natasha go?” Bucky yelled, waiting for Steve to reply on his earpiece.
You had all been taken by surprise when five enhanced men showed up at the hideout. Not only were you outnumbered, but you were open to being controlled by the telepath. Wanda was able to distract him while you, Steve, and Natasha took on the others. Each one had a different ability; super speed, super strength, flying, and fire manipulation.
Before taking on the telepath, Wanda helped to slow the speedster; Steve knocked him out easily with a hit from his shield. Bucky smiled as you cheered Steve on before quickly turning serious and facing the other men. Natasha had placed handcuffs on the speedster before she too got ready.
The super strong one immediately lunged at Steve, the two threw punches and tried to outsmart the other one. Natasha caught the attention of the flying guy; he attempted to pick her up, but she was quick to duck and run for cover. That left you with the fire manipulator.
“Shit, get him off of you, Y/N,” Bucky cursed as the guy shot fire balls at you.
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do?” You snapped back, pulling out your gun as you dodged the fire. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough to move out of the way for one ball and it brushed across your left arm. “Shit!”
“Dammit, Steve, I’m coming down there,” Bucky said as he began to head to the hideout from the top of the hill he was on.
“Stay where you are, Buck,” Steve answered in a strained voice as he put the strong man into a choke hold and watched him slip into unconsciousness. “I’m heading to help her, make sure you have our backs.”
“Steve!” You called out suddenly. Bucky’s eyes widened as he saw you on the ground in the center of a circle of flames. You were holding onto your arm, struggling to stand due to a severe burn you had on your right leg.
Bucky set up his gun, aiming carefully at the man who had engulfed himself in flames. Steve was rushing over to help you, Wanda was no where in sight, and Natasha was running towards the scene with the other man flying above her.
“Steve, I’m taking the shot to take out our flaming friend,” Bucky stated as he placed his finger on the trigger.
“Take him out,” you groaned back, fueling Bucky’s anger towards the man that hurt you. He pulled the trigger, the bullet entering the man’s head. The man was sent to the ground, flames ceasing to exist as soon as he was shot. The flying man stopped in midair, frozen from the shock of watching his friend be killed. You took this opportunity to fire your gun at him, hitting his shoulder which caused him to fall to the ground.
Bucky stumbled to his feet, racing down the hill to get to where Steve and Natasha were helping you off the ground. Once he reached you, he pulled you into his arms, face pressed into your hair as you carefully wrapped your arms around him.
“I thought you didn’t want to do any dirty work?” You joked when you finally pulled away from the hug. Before he could say anything, Wanda emerged from the building with a soft smile on her face.
“Are you okay?” You asked as she walked over to join the group. “What happened to the telepath?”
“I am fine,” she replied, brushing her hair behind her ears. “The telepath is dead.”
Steve gently placed a hand on the small of her back and gave her a sad smile. She gave him one back before turning to face you.
“Did you two kiss yet?” She asked with a wink.
“Wanda!” You exclaimed with an embarrassed expression before turning to Bucky. “She was just kidding, don’t pay any attent-”
You were cut off by Bucky’s lips pressing against yours softly. His rough hand brushed your face as light as a feather before you pulled away.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, looking into your eyes. “That’s what I was trying to say earlier instead of talking about dirty work.”
“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied before kissing him again.
“Can someone get this bullet out of me?” The flying man yelled out after a minute. You and Bucky pulled away, laughing as the man complained about his injury before walking off to the quinjet.