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I used to think Delaware was a steel production company but this post changed my views

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

enha fic recs

heeseung

the brother’s best friend trope by @taeghi

we’re dating! (not really) by @jayflrt

one more time by @heesplanet

jay

[03:18pm] by @itsthe-neo-zone

not what it seems by @restlessmaknae

winter stargazing, with you by @t5u

the hates everyone except you trope by @taeghi

popsicle by @neonheeseung

jake

to all my firsts with you by @jayflrt

wish you back by @amakumos

how to fake date your best friend by @jakesimfromstatefarm

happenstance by @emeraldenha

how to cross the line by @restlessmaknae

sunghoon

losing game by @jaeyunverse

sunoo

jungwon

i’ll see you in jeju by @cloudninescenes

lost cause by @yeongwonie

niki

An incel gamer who calls himself a nice guy, decapitated a 17 year old girl “who wouldn’t give him a chance” after she went on a date with another guy.

In Zack Snyder’s Justice League (2021), Barry Allen breaks a Window by merely touching it. This is because Windows no longer supports Flash.

Master-List of My Stuff!

Here’s a complete collection of my works, and it will be updated as time goes on. Enjoy!

Your Wish is my Command:

A ‘What if Lila won?’ story, where Lila wins against Ladybug and Chat Noir, steals their miraculous and wishes for the life of her dreams. But you should always be careful what you wish for …..

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Snippets:

Alternate Umbrella Scene

Headcanons

Fashionista and Revelation: Profiles

The Jewels of Paris:

A HBIC au, starring Hbic Marinette, Nathaniel and Chloe as the Blue, Red and Yellow Diamonds, part of the Jewels, a system of protectors at Francois DuPont. The Jewels were disbanded a few years ago, but what happens when a lying fox tries to destroy them?

OC Profiles: Jade, Eliza, Lucien, Miele, Carter, Marina

The Hierarchy

The Jewels: the Diamonds, the Gems and the Pearls

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

heye every one.

How To Trick A Billionaire Who Just So Happens To Be Batman

Chapter One

AO3 masterlist

Next

pairing: marinette dupain-cheng/damian wayne, marinette dupain-cheng & damian wayne

warnings: mentions of neglect

Damian was truly, devastatingly alone.

He always was, in a way. He had never had someone who cared for him, only what he could offer. But now, in Paris, he was truly alone.

After the coup, where Deathstroke killed his grandfather, Damian fled. He knew that he didn't like the lifestyle he was living. He also knew that in the confusion, it would be the perfect time to escape. Unfortunately, Damian didn't have anywhere to go.

It took him a while, but soon enough he got to Paris, France, a big city with even more people. The perfect place to hide in plain sight.

He staggered his way to a park, starving and exhausted. He slumped against a tree and immediately fell into a deep sleep, feeling safer than he had his entire life despite being out in the open.

He woke up hours later, possibly the next day, to a young girl, looking to be around his age, shaking him.

"Hello? Monsieur, monsieur, please wake up!" Remembering what he had done, Damian shot up, bonking heads with the girl.

"Ow!" they both shouted, rubbing their foreheads. The girl, however, quickly recovered.

"You're awake! I was starting to think you were dead!" He glared at her, to which she slightly shrunk back, but didn't stop talking. "Are you okay?"

His glare turned to a confused stare. "What?" Now the girl looked concerned.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt or anything, are you? My parents own the bakery across the street, I can go get them!" She stood up to leave, but stopped when he grabbed her wrist. She turned back to him, tilting her head. He quickly let go.

"I'm not hurt. Tt," he said, looking away with a faint blush. She was cute. "Just surprised is all."

"Surprised at what? Me asking if you were okay?" When he didn't respond, that was answer enough. "That's ridiculous! Everyone needs someone to care about their wellbeing!" She stood again, this time hauling the boy up with her, much to his surprise. "You know what? You're coming with me! I don't know how you ended up here but it's obvious your home sucks!" She started to drag him to her house before he came to his senses and stopped.

"No," he said simply, trying to back away. Unfortunately for him, the girl had an iron grip and he didn't want to hurt the first person to care about him.

She turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "You seem to think I'm giving you a choice." At his obvious surprise, she rolled her eyes. "Look, you were sleeping in the middle of a park. You're obviously hungry and by how dirty you are, I'm assuming that you don't have anywhere to stay. Am I wrong?" At his silence, she continued. "I'm not going to force you to stay with me and my family, I am giving you the option. But right now, we are going there to get you some food. Are you okay with that?"

He searched her eyes and demeanor, looking for any sign that she was deceiving him. He looked for a long time, but could find none, something that confused him. Everyone always wanted something from him.

"What do you want from me?" he asked bluntly, taking in the surprised look on her face. It quickly turned into another smile.

"I just want for you to be happy and healthy." He reeled back in shock, staring at her wide-eyed.

"But why?" At her confused look, he elaborated. "Why care? Why offer me your home? It doesn't make any sense. You just met me; you don't even know my name. For all you know I could be planning to kill you all." She looked at him blankly, and then deadpanned.

"If you were going to hurt me, you would have already." She was going to say more, but Damian interrupted.

"But I could be deceiving you!" he stressed, gesturing vaguely. She looked unimpressed.

"Well for one, if you were you just told me your plans." He sputtered as she ignored him and continued. "For another, I've always been good at reading people's true intentions. I can tell that you're not." He simply stared at her before slowly nodding, seeing her face light up.

"So you'll come?" Another nod. "Awesome! My parents would be more than happy to let you stay, I just know it!" She began dragging him again before suddenly stopping, almost causing Damian to run into her.

"Hey! What was that—" When she turned, he stopped talking, mesmerized by the light hitting her at just the right angle to make her seem as if she was glowing.

"I'm Marinette! Marinette Dupain-Cheng! It's nice to meet you!" Shaking himself, he gave a tiny, genuine smile.

"My name is Damian. The pleasure is all mine." She nodded, smiling growing impossibly wider, before once again dragging him to her house.

She's an angel, he thought, watching as she laughed and looked back at him with a breathtaking smile. She has to be.

Walking into Tom & Sabine's Boulangerie Patisserie was nothing short of nerve-wracking for Damian, something he had never experienced before. He wanted—needed—Marinette's parents to like him. He didn't know or understand why, but he has always been taught to trust his gut. So that's what he did.

The bell above his head rang as he and Marinette crossed the threshold. The woman behind the counter, who Damian could only assume was Marinette's mother, looked up with a grin, her smile only growing upon seeing her daughter and him. Marinette bounced over to her mother while Damian cautiously walked closer, keeping an eye on everything around him. Unknown to him, Sabine noticed this.

"Maman, this is Damian! I met him in the park," she exclaimed, purposely leaving out how she found him, conscious of the various customers in the bakery. Sabine, of course, noticed this and motioned her back.

"Let's talk in the back, don't you agree? I can still watch the front, but we can have a private conversation." Marinette beamed and bounded to the back, dragging Damian with one hand and her mother with the other. Once they got out of earshot, Marinette made sure to speak before Damian could open his mouth.

"Maman, he has nowhere to go. He's starving and has no one who cares for him. Please, can he stay with us? He's nice and only wants the best." Damian saw it best to interject here.

"If it's a burden, then I can simply find somewhere else to stay. I'm sure I can—" Before he could finish, Sabine stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"Nonsense. You can stay here. If Marinette here likes you then you must be a good person." Damian looked around nervously, trying not to fidget under Sabine's scrutiny.

"Are you sure, madame? I mean, you don't even know me. I wouldn't want to cause trouble." He looked down, preparing himself for the inevitable rejection, when Sabine spoke.

"Now none of that. Just call me Sabine. Marinette's got good intuition. If she believes someone is trustworthy, they almost always are. Besides," she waits until the boy looks her in the eye before she speaks, "bad people don't care. If you were a bad person, you wouldn't care about causing trouble." He saw the sincerity in her eyes.

"Then thank you, Mme Sabine. My name is Damian." He stuck his hand out for her to shake, in which she grabbed it and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened and resisted the urge to flip her over his head and stab her. He recognized it as an action used to show love or affection, but he had never given nor received one before. He had a feeling he would have to get used to it. Eventually, she released him and he let out the breath he was holding. Sabine narrowed her eyes, but smiled and turned to her daughter.

"Marinette, why don't you take Damian upstairs and make you two some lunch? Your father and I will be up soon, okay? In the meantime, why don't you take a shower? Marinette can show you where everything is." Marinette nodded excitedly.

"Of course!" She paused, looking Damian up and down with a critical eye, making said boy uncomfortable. Soon enough, she looked back into his eyes. "You look about the same size as Nino, so I think I have some clothes you can wear." She smiled as Damian frowned.

"Who's Nino?" he asked. Marinette facepalmed.

"He's one of my classmates. His birthday just recently passed and the first outfit I made for him didn't suit him so I made another." She looked him up and down again as he squirmed. "Actually, it would suit you really well!" She then turned to her mother. "Maman—" Her mother chuckled.

"Yes, we'll go clothes shopping tomorrow." She opened her mouth but her mother kept going. "And yes, we'll go to the fabric store so you can make your own clothes for him." Marinette beamed and gestured for Damian to follow her. Her smile shone like the moon, lighting up his dark world without hurting him in the slightest. It made him smile.

He had a feeling that meeting Marinette would be the best thing to ever happen in his life.

@solangelo252

"L'Oréal blond knows."

x MARVEL CROSSOVER x

Marinette knew that Tom Dupain wasn’t her biological father. Nonetheless, she loved him and he loved her. He married her mother when she was two and have been inseparable ever since.

On the other side, her biological father was a prick.

He first came to visit her after she developed a … rather interesting set of abilities. She was five when that happened. Her mother had somehow contacted him and, even though he doubted it, he came.

It is safe to say that he was beyond shocked when he saw that Marinette was his spitting image, not counting the blue eyes. She had a mischievous smile and sharp eyes, carrying herself like royalty, worthy of the title of the daughter of the god of mischief.

That day, Loki found out he had a demigoddess daughter.

While he was reluctant at first, the little girl grew on him. He visited at least twice a month, mainly to help her control her powers but also to let her know that he actually cared about her, to ensure that he wasn’t with her like his father was with him. No other Asgardian knew about Marinette and he would like to keep it that way. There was no need for his brother of father to swoop in and ruin everything.

As the years passed their bond became unbreakable. Marinette still thought that Loki was a prick and an idiot at times but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Life was boring anyway, why not sprinkle it with a little bit of mischief?

When she became Ladybug, he knew. He called out Tikki as soon as he stepped in her room and her parents were out of hearing range.

“Tikki, you can come out. You should know better by now.”

Marinette was dumbfounded when the goddess came out from behind some books, with a pout and with her arms crossed.

“I knew it. Trixx did say that you came to Midgard and Marinette looks like a miniature female version of yourself.”

“I’m actually surprised the guardian gave her the Ladybug miraculous. I would’ve guessed she would have been a better fox.”

“She is a very good match for me too. Her soul is a creative one, but yes, she would be a perfect fox.”

“Um… Can I get in the loop too?”

The two gods turned to her. Marinette had her arms crossed, tapping her foot on the floor. Loki gave her a sheepish smile.

“I am a God, Marigold, I do know the other gods too.”

The day passed talking with the two deities about all sorts of things, Tikki especially scolding him for the New York disaster, Marinette joining her. It happened before she was born so even if he changed it was still a horrible thing

“Look, daddy issues are a pain to deal with. I was very angry.”

“Dad, it’s no excuse to be an asshole.”

“I know.” Loki rolled his eyes then grinned. “But what’s this I’m hearing about from Tikki about a boy?”

Marinette flushed, glaring at the offender, now munching on a cookie, her eyes sparkling with laughter. She was shaking her head and vigorously gesturing with her hands.

“Nope. I’m not talking with you about this and, Odin forbid, if I see you around him I’ll cut your macaron supply.”

Loki only raised his hands in surrender, laughing heartedly. He wouldn’t dare cross his daughter, so he swore, between tears of laughter, that he would keep his distance.

“But if he breaks your heart I’ll throw him in Jotunheim.”

                                                         …

A few years later, when Lila came around he knew. There was no mistaking the dimming of the fire in her soul. He could see that she didn’t want to talk about it by the way she was dodging the subject so he had to take the matter in his own hands.

He shapeshifted into a horsefly and flew after her when she went to school. It took a lot of his power to hide from Marinette’s sight but if was worth it. Now he knew why she started closing in on herself.

Loki could admire a good lie. After all he was the god of trickery, lies and deceit. But this girl spouting off the worst lies he ever heard. Not only were they ridiculous, they were also completely devoid of any drop of truth. That was the base of any good lie, and she was lacking it entirely. What confused him more what that some of her classmates believed her. Only a handful others didn’t seem to believe her, one of which was a blond boy that looked at the leech, glued to his hand, with disgust. By his aura Loki assumed he was the holder of the Black Cat.

He confronted Marinette when she came back from school. Some of the lies were concerning, they were hurting his daughter and he couldn’t let it fly. He assumed the harpy was set on Marinette because she wouldn’t buy her lies. That was not surprising, she could see even though his best lies.

“I know, Marigold.”

Marinette knew what he meant. She inhaled deeply and looked around.

“Can we go somewhere else, outside of Paris?”

The furrowed his brows, getting more concerned by the second. He couldn’t read her in that moment. He could read most people like an open book, but that was his daughter. She knew how to hide things from him.

“Yes. Tell your parents, we don’t want to concern them.”

After she told her parents that she would go with Loki on a short trip, he opened a portal to a high rooftop over a city. She could feel the darkness of it, potent and corrupting. She figured that was why her father would bring her there, no one would notice them. As soon as the portal closed, she broke down. She hugged him, crying into his chest.

“I’m so tired, dad. The responsibility of Ladybug, Lila and her lies, half of my class turned against me, Hawkmoth just sending out akuma after akuma, it’s just so much.”

He let her cry, hugging her closely and patting her head. Even after all these years he didn’t know how to properly comfort his daughter but it was something he actively was working for.

“But I assume you still don’t want me to help?”

“The Avengers or The Justice League would notice if you do something. I managed to keep them away, for the time being, but I doubt they would hesitate coming if they heard that you came into a highschool, knives flying after a teenage girl or if you burnt down half of Paris searching for Hawkmoth.”

She sighed, sitting on the edge of roof.

“I can handle it, I think. It’s hard but I can manage it. I have Chat Noir and the others, we will succeed.”

“You know that I will always be by your side if you need me, right?”

“Of course, dad.” She hugged him once more, not letting go for some time.

When she calmed down, she asked him to get them to Paris.

“Dad, where was that? I’ve never felt a more malicious feeling to a place in my entire life.”

“Gotham City. That place holds a centuries long curse.”

Marinette nodded then hugged her father one more time before he left. She then went on her balcony, sketchbook and laptop in her hands. The afternoon sun was providing perfect lighting for sketching. She set aside the sketchbook for the moment, opening the laptop. She heard about Gotham from Alya when she was gushing about the vigilantes. She wasn’t especially interested about them so she listened politely but forgot everything the next day.

Gotham was dubbed the Crime Capital, which was not surprising. The maliciousness surrounding the city was overwhelming, even if she was there for only a few minutes short of an hour. She could only imagine what that could do to the locals. A meeting with Fu after her patrol that night was mandatory.

Apparently he knew about the situation in Gotham. An old friend kept him updated. He confessed that he wanted to talk with her about it but decided to tell her when she was prepared. Fighting that kind of corruption would be hard and it would take years. They decided to put a pin in it and deal with it after they defeated Hawkmoth. Marinette did NOT need this on her plate now.

                                                          …

Things got a little complicated when Wonder Woman decided to drop by. It was night, just a few hours after an akuma attack. Ladybug had to patrol on her own, Chat Noir was held back in his civilian life. She caught Ladybug on the Eiffel Tower, just when she was finishing her round.

“Ladybug.”

“Wonder Woman. I wasn’t aware that you would be coming by.”

“I apologize, but this is important. Your presence is required at a summit between The Avengers and The Justice League. Some discussions will be about the situation in Paris and as the city is in your jurisdiction, you are invited to attend.”

Marinette felt like she didn’t tell the whole truth but agreed, under the condition to bring Chat Noir too. They were a team.

Loki wanted to come along but Marinette shot the idea down quickly. The was a chance that Thor would notice and everything would go south very quickly. She didn’t need an international incident on her hands. The others didn’t trust Loki but they were civil with each other after the brothers made amends and he helped them a couple of times. Still, she didn’t think they would appreciate Marinette bringing an unauthorized guest.

                                                           …

A few weeks later they were in a secret base in the Alps. After she got the coordinates of the location she used the horse miraculous to get there. They were fairly early, only a few members of both teams being present. Batman with his team, Thor, Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Winter Soldier and Green Arrow.

Batman was the first one to greet her, soon after she closed the portal.

“Tikki, Kaalki, divide.”

The horse kwami landed in her hand, where a sugar cube was waiting for her. She then nestled on top of her head. She slid the glasses there too, for easy access, just in case.

“Ladybug, glad you could come.” Batman greeted her cordially. She shook his outstretched hand.

“Of course. After all, I was said this was concerning us.”

Before Batman could say anything, a man dressed in black, with a blue bird symbol on his chest jumped in front of her, grinning like a child.

“I can’t believe it, you are a real magical girl!”

Ladybug took a step back, blinking, a little shocked by the grown man’s reaction.

“Tt. Nightwing, be professional.”

“Yeah Wingman, you’re going to scare the little Pixie.”

“Ignore them, they are idiots.” Said one of them, coming beside her. She identified him as Red Robin, one of Batman’s… Associates? It felt wrong to call him a sidekick. That would be Robin.

“Red Robin. The idiots there are Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin.”

“Pleasure meeting you.” She smiled to them warmly. Robin narrowed his eyes, looking at her head.

“What is that?” He asked, taking a step closer to take a better look. Kaalki flew in his face, indignated.

“I’m a goddess, you oaf.” Robin took a step back, hands on his katana, shocked by the little goddesses reaction. She narrowed her eyes, suddenly tamer. “Are you famous?” Robin was sputtering, clearly not prepared for the change in her demeanor.

Red Hood burst out laughing.

“Fucking hell, his face. I’ve never been more grateful for the camera in my helmet.”

“Kwami don’t show up on camera, but his face definitely will.” Chat Noir pointed out. He went beside Ladybug, up until then scanning the compound. “I’m Chat Noir, the fabulous purr-tner of Ladybug, at your service.” He made a mock bow, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Ladybug, Red Robin, Red Hood and Robin groaned.

“Not ANOTHER ONE!”

“Tt. I can’t handle two of them. I’ll inevitably going to break the no killing rule.”

“Um, what’s going on?” Ladybug turned to Red Robin, who was grimacing.

“Nightwing.” He said, giving her a pitying look.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that claw-ful.” Retorted Nightwing. Chat Noir lit up like a Christmas tree.

“My lady, see. I was sure I was feline a fellow paw-nner nearby.”

“Kill me.” Ladybug and Red Robin said at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed.

As more heroes were arriving, Ladybug introduced herself to each of them. She tensed a bit when Thor came beaming at her.

“Ah! I haven’t seen the miraculous for centuries! I am not really that familiar with the Chinese Miracle Box but I did encounter a wielder of Trixx.”

She smiled tightly listening to his encounter with Fylja. She knows from her father about her, a trickster just like him, who managed to seduce Thor and steal Mjolnir and hide it. Thor decided to omit that detail. He liked the young hero but something seemed oddly familiar about her.

When Aquaman came, he looked very uncomfortable with his proximity to Chat Noir. He was cordial but kept his distance after finishing introductions. Chat Noir did tell her once that Plagg said that he was the one who sank Atlantis. It was a real story, apparently.

Ladybug preferred the company of Red Robin. They had a lot of things in common, from mutual interests to similar experiences as heroes. He asked a lot of questions without being invasive or trying to find out things about her civilian life and actually seemed interested about her answers. She actually blushed when Nightwing called them cute. She could see with the corner of her eyes how Chat Noir was wiggling his eyebrows but swooped up the other boys when they started teasing them.

“Everyone is here. Only the official members of the Justice League and the Avengers are allowed, as well as Ladybug and Chat Noir. The rest will stay here.” Wonder Woman announced, leaving the rest of the young heroes pouting and protesting.

Ladybug turned to Red Robin and gave him a wave.

“See you after.”

“Definitely.” He grinned, making her blush.

Chat Noir came beside her, smiling knowingly.

“At least you’re not a stuttering mess this time.”

“Shut up you alley cat, that was four years ago.”

“So you do like him.” He smiled even wider. Ladybug blushed furiously, punching him in the ribs. He only giggled.

“Nightwing and Red Hood owe me 50 dollars.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

All the heroes were seated at a circular table, everyone having an assigned seat. Even Ladybug and Chat Noir, their symbols gleaming brand new on the backs of the black chairs.

“The summit begins. We are now gathered here to discuss the Paris situation.” Superman began, opening a slide on the projector.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. It became obvious that they called the summit just for this. They were trying to take control. She clenched her fists, but didn’t say anything. She hoped this wasn’t what it looked like. She put her hand on Chat Noir’s shoulder when he looked like he wanted to say something. She squeezed twice. ’ I got this.’

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, it’s been four and a half years since Hawkmoth has been active and so far we haven’t seen much progress. The akumas seem to become more powerful and aggressive and the damage to Paris greater each time. We think you might be over your heads.”

“What we are trying to say,” Batman stood up, glaring at Superman for his lack of tact, “is that the situation is becoming increasingly difficult and we feel the need to intervene. We know that you are young, let us help you.”

“You are kids, we can tell. We thought that because of the nature of the miraculous you will be able to neutralize the threat in due time, seeing as it’s the same type of magic.” Added Captain America.

“We trusted that you could handle it, as you said, but some of us already have doubts.” Iron Man said, crossing his arms.

“Your miraculous might not be enough this time. But that’s ok. We want this to end as much as you do.” Professor Banner added, looking at them like he was explaining to children why they couldn’t cross the street when the traffic light was red.

Most of the heroes didn’t notice the way the two young heroes narrowed their eyes, faces darkening, but some, mostly those who knew the power of the miraculous, did. Aquaman was uneasy, a sense of foreboding dawning over him, Wonder Woman looked like she didn’t know what her peers were going to say. She stood still, but tense, like preparing for an attack. She knew they were somewhat right, but that wasn’t the way to help them. Green Lantern was leaning in his seat like he wanted it to eat him. Thor looked around the table, damning every one of them present. They were going to get them killed. Black Widow was glaring at Banner, knowing what his words did to the Parisians by their increasing straining to say nothing and stay in place. Batman was following them carefully. Something about the two of them screamed danger.

Then Superman dropped the bomb.

“So, effective immediately, we take jurisdiction of the city of…”

He was cut off by a sudden boom reverberating through the room. All heroes jumped in a battle stance. When there was no threat in sight, they looked at Ladybug, who had made a dent in the table with her fist. Her eyes were entirely blue. But it was not her usual color, it was an icy blue, that could freeze the fires of hell. Thor held his breath. They looked exactly like frost giant eyes. And familiar ones.

“How. Dare. You.”

She didn’t yell but the heroes could feel the ice in their veins.

“For four years we’ve been tirelessly fighting an emotional prying bastard, while controlling our own to the point where it seems that we have none, handling our civilian lives at the same time, trying to minimize the destruction of Paris even though we new the cure with bring everything back to normal, tending to our citizens after they’ve been akumatized, ensuring they would get therapy and support, even stopping minor crimes around the city and you have the balls to say that we are in over our heads?! We may be but we are handling it way better than any of you do! You are not one to speak, Superman. Metropolis gets trashed every other week with you’re messy fights, and there is no cure. You obviously have no regard of the destruction or the victims most of the time. The rest of you are mostly the same. But there is no one getting in your way saying that you’re doing a horrible job and trying to replace you. And if there is, gods forbid, you just send them to prison or in a mental asylum. You have NO right to criticize our ways when yours are statistically worse!”

Both the Justice League and the Avengers were silent and wide eyed. Thor was the first to recover. Her eyes went back to normal after she finished but there was no mistake. The girl wasn’t human.

“Who are you?” He pointed his hammer at Ladybug. She rolled her eyes.

“Put that down, you’re not intimidating anyone.”

“Those were frost giant eyes. Answer me or perish.”

“Dad would not appreciate the perish part, you know.”

The Avengers and the Leaguers were now exchanging confused looks. What were they supposed to do? What was that about? After exchanging glances, they remained silent, watching the exchange curiously.

“What are you talking about?” Thor retorted, now gripping Mjolnir tighter.

“I guess this is as a bad time as any but… Hello uncle.”

It wasn’t ideal but she couldn’t have both the Justice League and the Avengers trying to arrest her. She took the yo-yo from her hip and slid it open. She scrolled through her contacts and tapped the one named ‘The God of Bullshit’. After a few beeps, during which the heroes were recovering from their stupor, Loki’s face appeared on the screen.

“Daughter dearest. What’s the matter, are the others bothering you?” He said in a sarcastic sweet voice. She rolled her eyes then pointed the screen towards Thor.

“L'Oréal blond knows.”

After a few seconds Loki starts laughing like a maniac.

“This is the best way they could’ve found out. This is PERFECT.”

Thor walks in wide strides to an unimpressed Ladybug and takes the yo-yo from her hand.

“I have a niece and you didn’t TELL ME!”

“Of course not. You pieces of shit are not worthy of the presence of my daughter. I don’t know why she even agreed to come to the meeting. She is doing a wonderful job in Paris and does not need any interference. Beware, brother, if you upset her I’ll come for your heads. I have to go now, see you soon, daughter.”

Ladybug closed her yo-yo and looked around the room.

“I don’t care what you decided. Paris is my city. You don’t come barging just because you think you can do a better job. And yes, I’m the daughter of Loki but that doesn’t mean that I have bad intentions. I’m a hero as much as you are. Now, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Ladybug.” Wonder Woman was the first to respond. Even if she was a daughter of Loki, the young hero earned her respect. She stood her ground against them and made her point crystal clear.

The rest of the heroes agree, though some reluctantly.

“Now, I agreed to come here mainly because I wanted to say that I have a strong lead. Hawkmoth may soon fall.”

After some other arguments with some of the reluctant heroes and a few protests that were quickly shot down by Ladybug and her supporters, the heroes dispersed. She and Chat Noir were between the last ones to leave, having a shushed conversation while the others left.

“We will discuss it back in Paris. But yes, it’s true.”

“So you’re a half goddess?”

“Demigoddess, but yes.”

“That is awesome.”

When they entered the hall, they saw it was almost empty. She was disappointed that maybe Red Robin left until he was in front of her. He gripped her shoulders and looked in her eyes.

“I think I’m in love with you. That was the greatest hero smack down in history.”

She was a blushing mess by the time the other boys and Batman came around. They were all snickering, even Batman and Robin.

“How did you…”

“Father turned his com on when he saw that you looked like you were ready to kill someone.”

“B, you are not allowed to adopt her under any circumstances, do you understand me? We do not need another sister.”

“Yeah Bats, don’t ruin your only chance at grandkids.”

Now Red Robin was blushing too.

“So… You don’t care about the Loki thing?”

“We noticed that he toned down a few years ago. We didn’t know why. Now it makes sense.”

“Yeah, trust me, you’re not the only one with a villainous parent 'round here.” Red Rood pointed, putting his elbow on Robin’s shoulder. The latter looked like he wanted to rip it off.

“And you are clearly taking your job seriously. Even father respects your efforts.”

“I didn’t intend to make you feel like you are not good enough. We wanted to help you, but it got out of hand. I apologize.”

“Apology accepted. I understand where you’re coming from, but trust me. This is coming to an end. Soon.”

When the Bats were going to the zeta tubes and Ladybug was merging the horse miraculous with her own, Red Robin stayed behind. He handed her a phone.

“It’s a non traceable phone. Of you ever want to talk, my number is programmed in there. I really enjoyed our conversation”

She took the phone, smiling brightly.

“I did too. Thank you.”

She pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back, kissing her on the cheek then running to the zeta tubes. Her cheeks were as red as her suit. She touched the place where he kissed her, smiling like an idiot.

“Aww, I’m going to die of fluff. I ship it.”

“Shut up.” She grumbled but still smiling.

                                                           …

A few months later Hawkmoth’s reign of terror came to an end. It was messy and heartbreaking but they were finally free. Adrien was exonerated by both the Justice League and the Avengers when accusations started to appear in the media. Not wanting to live with the Graham de Vanily’s, Adrien was taken in by Selina Kyle a.k.a Catwoman. It was quite fitting.

They have revealed their identities during the battle when they had to recharge and barely found one place to detransform. When they had the Butterfly and Peacock miraculous secured and Gabriel and Nathalie in police custody, they swung to the Eiffel Tower and collapsed there on each other, crying their hearts out for the first time in five years. Loki got there at some point but he kept his distance, understanding that it was their time. That was how they were found by the Justice League and the Avengers. Huddled together on the railing, not talking, with Loki next to them, smiling serenely. Thor almost had a heart attack. When she noticed that Red Robin came too, she ran to him and kissed him like the world almost ended, which almost actually did.

Fu passed guardianship to Marinette not long after, deeming her ready.

After everything was solved in Paris and the trials of Gabriel, Nathalie and Lila, for her aiding Hawkmoth, were done, Marinette began her first mission as Guardian. Cleanse Gotham.

Soon, a new vigilante, with a black fox theme, swung through Gotham with the Bats and Tim Drake appeared in public with his new girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

When I first saw what the prompt for today was I had no idea what to write. I didn’t want to do the class trip to New York so I took my favorite character, Loki obviously, and brainstormed. This came out. I don’t know if this has been done before but I love biodad!Loki.

So this is approximately 4326 words (I added and edited things on here so I don’t know for sure) which is a new record. I did enjoy writing this. Maybe I will do something biodad!Loki again in the future, it’s fun to write.

And as a sidenote, Marinette can lift Mjolnir.

@timari-month-event​

its Monday

loki: thor u absolute ho

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

Asgardian men wear full body armour, and will not be seen without a full body armour or a fully covering clothing set when they’re in public or receiving guests at home.

With the manner in which Asgardian men insist on covering their bodies (except maybe arms), one could say that Asgardian men never show their ankles as well. Like Victorian era ladies. It’s scandalous for an honourable Asgardian man to be seen in public in less than 4 layers of clothing, or with his legs or feet showing. Arm exposure is kind of allowed but frowned upon. It’s wholly not allowed in times of official ceremonies or celebrations.

They may only show their hands. So that any interested party may asses how capable they are before approaching them.

Well-groomed hands = good boi.

Asgardian women, on the other hand, can expose skin, no issue.

But men? *LE GASP*

Notice how Thor usually covers his arms when in Asgard. But on Midgard he exposes them fully. Like a ho.

Loki always covers up, like a man of high breeding. He even wears gloves sometimes.

On Midgard (say post Avengers AU? I like everyone alive tyvm), Loki is horrified to see that men expose their bodies so much. He almost goes into shock.

Thor takes him out to shop, as he’s now touted as the expert in all things Midgardian. Loki criticises all these shops Thor frequents for the scraps that he calls clothes. No wonder he looks like homeless man in his Midgardian garb.

SUCH TRAVESTY!

Loki asks them (shops) about bespoke tailoring and they refuse. THEY REFUSE? HOW DARE!

Loki is not happy. He curses these shops and their ancestors to Helheim and comes home without a single item bought. They had things in his size, but not in his taste. An enormous mistake.

All through the way back home Thor can be heard uttering long-suffering sighs, as if he’s holier than Loki.

No, Thor is one of those utterly shameless people who love to show off their bodies. He kept the tendency to show off at bare minimum in Asgard, owing to the social norms, but on Midgard, he has completely lost himself to this blatant mockery of their culture. What a ho ho ho.

Loki never forgets to slut shame Thor when he so unashamedly exposes his feet in the Avengers tower or when he’s receiving guests, wearing that godforsaken footwear called flip-flops!

BY THE NORNS!

Thor tries to defend himself. Tries…

Thor: I’m on Midgard! I can wear what I want! Show more skin, be more comfortable, sweet Valhalla!

Loki: You no good hussy! I’m telling mother!

Thor: I’m not even showing my whole feet!

Loki: No one will agree to court you in Asgard! They’d have to get you a bride from Muspelheim maybe.

Thor: As if you received any visitations from anyone! Your dance card was nearly empty last time we had a celebration!

Loki: It was out of choice! I was spying on a group of diplomats!

Thor: How come I didn’t know?

Loki: Because you’re not good at subterfuge, you oaf!

Thor: You’re just covering up for bad performance at receiving courtship!

Loki: Even if I am, you’re still a hussy! Showing off your feet and arms as if it’s not a bother to other.

Thor: It is NOT!

Loki: My eyes burn from the sight of your ungainly limbs! What is next? Uncovering your chest? Thighs? The whole sickening body of yours!

Thor: Meanwhile you keep sweating under all that armour or ten layers of leather.

Loki: I DON’T SWEAT!

[AN INTENSE SCUFFLE HAPPENS, WHERE NEARLY ALL THE FURNITURE OF THE COMMON ROOM IS DESTROYED, WHILE THE OTHER AVENGERS JUST WATCH, DUMBFOUNDED]

[NOT TONY STARK, THOUGH, HE’S SITTING IN A CORNER, NURSING A DRINK AND CURSING HIMSELF FOR ALLOWING THESE WEIRDOS IN THE TOWER]

(This is what comes out of my brain when I have to work on academic papers and can’t work on my fanfictions. Hence, I’m going to make everyone suffer with me by posting this nonsense. Some of you have already seen a rough version of this. Poor Souls.)

Tagging everyone and their mom:

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