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Not nearly enough “Sirius Black makes himself at home in Privet Drive because there’s nothing the Dursleys can do to get him to leave” fic out there, and it’s a crying shame.

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Irredeemable my foot

Hi everyone, I decided to write a fic centered on Chloe; is a sugar fic. I always liked her character. And I would like to dedicate this fic to Sienna, aka @catsandfanfic. Happy 14th birthday. Her birthday is March 6th. In my time zone it’s March 6 so hopefully you’re not getting this too early. I hope your birthday is amazing, and I really hope you enjoy this fic; i heard you like Maribat. And @justdyingontheinside gives you a shout out on your special day.

Chloe knew how everyone expected it to go. The blond could admit… She was spoiled, selfish, petty, and insecure, with mommy issues galore.

           But she wasn’t a villain. Yet she could understand why people thought she’d go down like one.

           Nevertheless, for people to think she’d ever willingly work for Hawkmoth; a man who ruthlessly used his power to corrupt the hearts and minds of innocents (like her father, mother, Adrien, Sabrina, and everyone else in Paris) and use them to further his own agenda… was too much.

           The people who believed that was basically saying Chloe was irredeemable; that there was no way she could ever be anything more than what she was. Like she couldn’t grow. Like she couldn’t better herself; like everyone in the world had that ability except for her. She was fourteen-years-old.

           Only fifteen!

           Why was it so easy to write her off?

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Peter: The gods gave me depression because if my ambitions went unchecked I would have bested them all in hand to hand combat by age 13

Thor, local Norse God, dropping Peter off at his psychiatrist: *sweats*

Ladybug: A Young Avenger

Hey Everyone, I got prompt for a civil war ML crossover fic but I was really into Team Iron Man on Ao3 for longest of times and, after endgame, I kind of need some team fluff. So I tweaked the prompt. It’s still team Iron man; just… not the way you’d expect. (Also did anyone know else know that Penny’s last name was Rolling?)

It took Tony Stark all of five minutes to figure out Ladybug’s identity.

“Jarvis, buddy?” Tony called out.

“Yes, sir?”

“What’s up with teenagers and being bug-themed heroes wearing inappropriate costumes?”

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A tv show in the style of The Office and Parks and Rec, but it follows a small town high school marching band

A friend and I came up with a vague concept of it at lunch, but hear me out

-the band director is this disgruntled middle aged dude who just wants to win one season -he pretty much hates his job and is planning to quit, but he’s determined to outlast the drama teacher -his worst rival is the drama teacher. It’s so bad that the band kids and the theater kids won’t even look at each other

-the siblings, Jack and Lyse -Jack is a junior (saxophone player) -he low key secretly wants to play the Clarinet -he’s the saxophone section leader and Can’t Fucking Handle It™ -and he’s so mad because he worked so hard for it, but the people in his section just suck -he would totally try to act like everything is fine, though -“being section leader … It’s great. I love what I do.” *later* “I swear to God if one more freshmen runs into me while marching I’ll put old reeds in their marching shoes.” -Lyse is a sophomore -she was supposed to be a saxophone player like her brother, but she got voluntold to play mellophone because there weren’t enough of them -she doesn’t really care, though, because she just wants to make it through without being noticed -but halfway through the marching season we discover that she actually really wants to be a theater kid -because she’s just trying to survive high school, she kind of gets run over a lot, but she’s secretly really salty and will stand up for herself if you push her enough -“I was best friends with Evan (president of the drama club) until freshmen year when I found out that he was the snake putting hot sauce in my mouth piece. And what better way to get back at snakes then by putting snakes in their back pack? … Jack says that sometimes I over react, and I’m starting to think that maybe he’s right.”

-the percussionists are pretty much elusive emo kids in a weird “inner circle” type thing with favoritism amongst drum majors -except for one named Brent -he’s real name is not Brent, but at this point everybody is to afraid to ask what it actually is or why he’s called Brent -the first time we meet him he blows vape juice in a freshmans face -the freshmen kind of worship him, and can often be seen fanning him and doing his bidding for no reason -he carpools with people and tells who ever is in the back seat that they’re “sitting in his children” -hardly ever even shows up -“I’m a senior, so I just kind of come and go. I’m only staying for them” *looks out at the freshmen all standing to the side staring at him*

-the freshmen do not speak -they can be seen running around doing weird things, but they never talk -one of the running jokes is that one of them will get a talking head, but when they open their mouth to speak they get cut off by an upperclassmen

-the other running joke is that every time someone in color guard hits someone or an instrument, Bret just throws his snare drum (or nearest instrument) at them -several freshmen have been thrown -every time it happens the band director stares into the camera and makes a tally mark on his clipboard -the clipboard is pretty much just tally marks and a note with a reminder to die

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(It’ll be called Band Kids, by the way)

I want to see Diana’s reaction when she realizes the Justice League tried to take Ladybug’s child away from her. Maybe she pledges hers and the Amazon’s alliance to Marinette should they try again?

Our Lady’s Protector

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Diana of Themysicra was not a woman to be trifled with. She was a force of nature, a demigoddess who fought for her people and justice only. When she found out about the current Ladybug miraculous holder and what the Justice League tried to do to her, she was furious. There was nothing in this world that could have stopped her as she marched towards the Justice League’s next meeting, righteous fury in her eyes and a purpose behind her every step.

Bursting into the conference room, the Amazon glared at the two men at the head of the table. Every head turned in her direction to watch the demigoddess as she marched right up to the head of the U-shaped table and slap the Man of Steel.

The sound of flesh violently meting flesh echoed in the room, Clark’s head snapping to the side in his surprise, “Diana what are you-”

Diana cut her off, a dangerous quality to her voice as she pushed the man back into his chair, “How dare you?”

“Diana-” Batman tried interrupt but a single venomous glance in his direction had him sinking back into his sea. 

“What in the world could possibly possess you to attack her?” Diana began, her voice low but echoing in the stillness of the conference room. “How dare you try to claim her child as your own? She raised him, she loved him and you... you didn’t even know of her existence. What in your petty little mind thought you could possibly claim him over her?”

Clark stared up at the furious woman as lightening arced over her arms, the wind picking up as she spoke, “You are fortunate that m’Lady didn’t declare you an enemy, otherwise I would have every right to separate your head from your body.”

“What do you mean Diana,” Batman spoke into the silence, curiosity building up under his skin.

“Ms.Dupain-Cheng, the current holder of the Ladybug Miraculous, is allied and under the protection of Themysicra. She is our Lady, my mother’s successor, and it is my duty to protect her and her kin. If you had harmed a single hair on either of their heads, I would have no choice but to eliminate the threat.” glancing over her shoulder, the demigoddess growled, “Is that clear?”

A curious of “Yes ma’am”s echoed into the air as Diana turned on her heel, electricity sparking under her heels. “Do not attempt to harm Ms.Dupain-Cheng or her son ever again, or war shall be declared.”

A single chair scrapped against the stone floor of the Watchtower and Aqauman’s voice boomed into the silence as he joined Diana in the doorway, “Atlantis shall stand with the Amazon’s and our Lady. Hope that moment never comes.”

Together the two descendets of god’s left the room, spins straight and fury in their postures. 

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When luka finally appears

(Basically him and marinette are friends and he knows about her crush on Adrien)

Luka: does he know you like him?

Mari: no why are you asking?

Luka : do you know whether he likes you or not?

Mari: *laughs so hard that she has tears in her eyes* of course not

Luka: are you sure?

Mari: of course I am have you seen him? He’s adrien agreste!

Luka: ok then. Let’s test it out. He has been watching us for the past 20 minutes and he looks like he’s about to snap. Don’t look! I’m going to kiss your cheek then laugh just go along with it okay? *kisses her cheek then smiles cheekily at a red faced Adrien.*

Mari:…

Luka:….

Luka: yup he likes you

Adrien-just-a-friend-agreste: I’m going to fucking kill him…

Kagami: oh isn’t that your friend marinette with her friend luka? *smirks*

Kagami: they look cute together don’t you think? *smirks wider*

Adrien: very… *grits teeth*

Kagami: *makes a thumbs up gesture towards luka* looks like it’s working *whispers under her breath*

Mari:…….. *is clueless about what the hell is going on*

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Healing Gotham | Part 1

Prologue 

Tim was having an off day. At first he had thought it was due to him surviving off of weeks’ worth of caffeine, but that was not it—not it at all. When Tim had first arrived at Wayne Enterprise, all of its employees were having a rush. Paperwork was thrown around, gather, shredded within seconds of each other. The young co-CEO couldn’t find it in him to care enough until it was lunchtime. An older employee was going around collecting NDA’s from all the new employees—like that wasn’t an everyday experience. Tim had half the brain capacity to contact Bruce for information, and yet he doesn’t do it.

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