or it could be that she already knows it's futile

iwantjoshandjenlove  asked:

Hi, my birthday is 1th of February! I would really like everlark! Robin Hood! With p as robin and k as lady Marion! Thank you so much!

Originally posted by an-unconventional-lady

Happiest of birthdays!!! The always delightful @andthisisthewonder has crafted this beautiful story, just for you! We hope you enjoy!

Mobs & Nonbelievers

Rated T

A/N: Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy this story, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Katniss glanced over her shoulder one last time before she turned the corner, and the lone torch went out of sight. The thin candle in her hand cast just enough light to keep her from bumping into the damp stone wall or wandering too close to the cells. There was only darkness behind the bars, but she could hear the labored breathing of the men locked down here. While she doubted they could see her clearly, she yanked the hood of her green cloak down further to cover her face.

The smell of piss and sweat followed her through the narrow corridor. Thick and overpowering, it forced her to breathe through her mouth. She kept her head down, her eyes glued to her feet. She knew conditions in the dungeon were poor, but she had never expected this. While she was sure there were some dangerous criminals down here, murderers and rapists that threatened the safety of the kingdom, she knew there were others guilty of much less serious crimes. Men who had stolen in an attempt to provide for their family or expressed their poor opinion of the king to the wrong person.

Men who refused to live with injustice, who had taken matters into their own hands.

Men who would die for the people they loved.

Men like Peeta.

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Piece Together

–Disclaimer: I don’t even go here–

“Chat Noir…can you promise me something? Please, please let me tell Adrien first. He deserves to know. This is going to ruin his life once the public knows. Let me tell him first. Please… Just let me do that for him… It’s all I can do…”

Ladybug hadn’t told him yet. Not in the three days that had passed since their promise. Adrien fell quiet for those three days in school, as if by speaking he might risk revealing his own terrible secret. Nino noticed, and Marinette too, but he denied all their fears with a gentle laugh and a shake of his head. Those days, he went right home after school. He’d dragged his chair to the window, seated himself there every afternoon with just enough of a view in case she came through the balcony. He did homework. He browsed his phone. He waited. And yet Ladybug never appeared to share what she and…Chat Noir had learned.

Adrien ate his meals alone, and he was thankful for it that his father didn’t schedule a single meal together in that time. Yes, that was good. Because Adrien still hadn’t figured out a single thing to say to him.

Three days, Adrien locked himself away with his thoughts. On the fourth, someone was Akumized.

“You can call me The Splitter!” a child, hardly 11 years old by the looks of it, shouted from the top of a statue in downtown Paris. The boy was clad in a jumpsuit that consumed him head to foot. The left half was solid blue, the right half red, split along a perfect symmetrical partition in the center. A cowlick of curly blond hair eked from under his mask. Round cheeks, freckles, and chestnut eyes peeked from the hole in the center of his mask. Otherwise the boy was covered, and he brandished a glimmering wand that may once have belonged to some magician set. He swung it through the air as if it might hit some invisible enemy.

Adrien had heard the explosions from his house. It took him under five minutes to get across town, but Ladybug was faster. Oh, she was always faster. That usually made his job easier. Ladybug would scope out the offensive, and he’d only need to lend his destructive services to tie her plan together.

This was not one of those days. Ladybug stood on the pavement below, frozen. Her sharp eyes moved across every object on scene as if appraising them. They were blocked in by trees behind them, and an open road hugged the periphery of the park ahead of them. Flowers bloomed at the base of the statue, dipped in a gossamer paint. Whatever power the Akumized child possessed, it frightened Ladybug enough to keep her from acting.

“Chat! There you are—about time. Help me.”

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