You know what is (to me) the funniest part about the fem!Percy-is-Pallas AU (that I still need to name)? It is that by the time Triton figures it out, Pallas has already rekindled her relationship with Athena, and they are days away from being in a war with Kronos.
There is no time for him to go into overprotective Dad mode and hide her somewhere safe and he hates it.
(And Poseidon is hitting himself because the winter solstice after Pallas returned the lightning bolt Hades mentions that he is surprised that Little Pallas wasn’t hidden away in the Depths of the Sea by Triton or her grandparents—Hades definitely knew from the minute he saw her that she was a reincarnation, but the only person who a) recognized her and b) took action is Athena (Dionysus, from the gifts Athena gives Pallas knows she’s important but not that she’s a reincarnation…or maybe he does but thinks she’s some old Greek hero that Athena favored)
I love imagining a future version of PJO where all the Big Three kids grow to become even more threatening than their godly parents - like eldritch abomination levels of intimidation
Imagine a Percy Jackson who’s the lord of the Under-sea, all the things that lurk and crawl along the seafloor. With long, stringy hair that drips perpetually with dark, brackish water, and eyes that are less a comforting sea-green and more the sickly glare of an anglerfish’s lure. With teeth filed into points and skin paler than paper, webbed with black, sickly-looking veins
Imagine a Nico Di Angelo who’s the Keeper of the Dead, resembling a corpse more than a human, skin tinged with the blue of an asphyxiated body, eyes bloodshot, pupils blacker than midnight. Hair matted and stringy and mussed about his shoulders, frame scrawny as a scarecrow, body frail with malnutrition and yet carrying unmistakable power. And at his feet pool his faithful shadows like pet dogs, dark eyes blinking amidst the pooling black, tendrils of darkness reaching out like pseudopodia
Imagine a Thalia Grace who’s the Daughter of the Sky, with eyes like a thunderstorm, dark and foreboding, lightning crackling against her skin as she moves, hair streaked with white and blue and gray and all the shades of a storm-cloud about to blow. The bracelet of Aegis about her wrist, less like a piece of jewellery and more like a shackle keeping her in place. Her skin dark and buzzing with static electricity, stinking of ozone and petrichor
Titanomachy Zeus: How are we going to save Poseidon? We can't launch a full scale attack yet!
Aidoneus (Titanomachy Hades), who has been counting the minutes since he's been with his brother (despite not knowing how to count) and is quickly going insane:
and in the end, it legit does save Posie. Like in my plans for that wip Aidoneus gets there seconds before Poseidon was about to get executed.
Hades and Poseidon in my AU/s need to get a shirt that says 'An older deity loves me and all I got was this shirt and worse trauma than if they hated me'
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It's The Apex Predator by @robindrake93
When Percy becomes out of control, the Olympians chain their monster up in the basement of the Big House. Nico is having none of that.
The Sea Calls Me Home by Asteria_Thalassari
Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Monsters. Although Percy Jackson was born mortal, the power inside of him was never meant to stay dormant. After all, children of the sea aren't meant to be restrained.
Or: In which Percy was born a little less humane, and when nobody else will, Poseidon is there to help
Are you SURE the son of Neptune wasn't raised by wolves? by @izzymrdb
I like to joke about Feral Jason because he was raised by wolves vs Feral Percy because he likes to eat raw fish and has shark teeth, and my friend pointed out that Feral Percy at the wolfhouse would be hilarious and now I'm here.
AKA
Lupa deals with Feral! Percy when Juno drops him off at the wolfhouse
I like to imagine that like, ten years down the line from 'No time to live, no time to die' Danny and Jazz take off on a sibling bonding trip to go see a concert or something, then Danny gets talked to by one of those sidewalk interviewers while he's there.
Interviewer: So, what brings you here specifically?
Danny: Sibling trip! Me and my sister haven't had the chance to catch up in forever. But the kids are with my husbands this week, so we're taking the time to actually DO something together. She's off getting snacks at the moment.
Interviewer: Aw, so you're close?
Danny: Yeah, we're pretty close. Kind of a side effect of having to run away from home at fifteen and seventeen, because a family friend sexually assaulted me and got me pregnant, then our parents went off the deep end and tried to kill and dissect me. Jazz kinda took issue, so we moved to Gotham for a safer environment. Now she's considered the best child psychologist in the city, and has weekly lunch meet-ups with Harley Quinn and Pam Isley, so I think she made it work. Plus, now I'm a professional boxer and I'm married to Jason Todd-Wayne and Wesley Weston, so I think I made it work too. Though I think I'm technically still a missing person case in Illinois.
Interviewer: Wh- What
Danny: Aw hey, I see Jazz with the snacks! Did you have any other questions, Orr?
Interviewer: N- no, that's about it.
*Danny walks away to go find Jazz.*
Interviewer: Chat, what the fuck? Wha- Who the fuck was that guy?
*Video goes fucking viral.*
Amity Parkers, watching this a month later: FENTON IS ALIVE???
Can someone please recommend fics where Dick talks about Jason as his "Baby brother" and people always think he's a kid or something, but then they meet him and just blue screen, because this is a 6'0 dude, decked out in guns as though he's a Christmas tree and they're his ornaments, (bonus points if he threatens to shoot anyone making a move on Dick), and built like a fridge standing next to the superhero version of a flexible sunshine.
Please, I'm begging you, I need these fics for my 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.
Also, on that note, if anyone has any fics where Bruce talks about all his kids as his "Babies" and then introduces them to the JL and pretty much the same thing happens, only Bruce adds the whole "I birthed them all" thing (whether it's as a joke or he's actually a cryptid, I don't care).
Summary: After years of relentless battles, Marinette finds herself adrift and weary in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat. By a twist of fate, she ends up in a new city, leaving behind the tangible reminders of her trauma in pursuit of a genuine fresh start. University life brings new friendships and, unexpectedly, sweeps her into a whirlwind romance with someone who understands all too well the scars left by a childhood of being forged into a weapon. Through newfound honesty and boundaries rarely granted to them before, the former child heroes slowly begin to heal; together.
Chapter 7/?
Marinette hummed a soothing melody to herself as she waited for the elevator to arrive at her floor. Nerves buzzing under her skin from how her date had ended. Not buzzing in a bad way, no, the compatibility date had gone far better than she had hoped, seeing as her expectations were to walk out of the blind date with a new friend, not to walk out with an actual date, but she was left buzzing with energy nonetheless. She was still slightly flushed from testing their physical compatibility, her mind replaying the moment as she stepped out of the elevator and fumbled with her keys, flicking through the clicking metal for the one that would unlock her apartment door.
She hadn’t expected to like Damian as much as she does, but, well, to say that Marinette wouldn’t mind a repeat of their parting moments would be a blatant lie. It was strange to be looking forward to something as simple as a date again. Especially with someone who didn’t start as a friend, but she was excited to see where this spark with Damian would go, which unfortunately left Marinette a ball of anxious energy. Positive as the feelings are, she still felt the need to do something.
Stepping into the apartment, Marinett is met with the familiar scent of Pomeline’s lavender candles wafting through the air. Something familiar and grounding, welcoming her home as she takes a steadying breath.
Walking further into the apartment, Marinette is surprised to find none of her roommates up and about. She had sort of expected to be interrogated, if not by Olive, the resident psych major, then at least by Maps, who is not only the one who set up this blind date, but also the nosiest of her roommates. Plus, there was also the fact that Damian is a good friend of all three of her roomates, meaning that this was prime time to be interigated, or maybe Marinette was way too used to Alya’s brand of chaos, Marintte couldn’t help but think with a fond roll of her eyes as she locked the door behind herself, and slipped of her shoes.
Padding past the living area, Marinette stopped by her bedroom to grab a change of clothing before heading to the bathroom to shower. Making a pile on the counter of her wet clothing and Damian’s similarly rain-soaked jacket. She’d have to handle the laundry before going to bed, but preferably, after her shower. Right now, she could really use the warmth of a hot shower to chase away the chill that has settled in her bones. Setting the water just the way she liked it, Marinette was quick to step under the shower spray once the steam had started to rise. Breathing out a calming breath, Marinette forced her anxiety-tense muscles to relax. Letting the ritualistic pattern of washing away that day’s dirt, conditioning her hair, letting it sit, and rinsing it out. The familiar movements helped to calm some of the buzzing under her skin, but even as she stepped out of the shower and began drying off, the feeling of needing to do something still buzzed under her skin in a restless sort of way.
Marinette scrunched out the excess water in her hair before wrapping it up in a towel and patting herself dry with a fluffy towel. She quickly dressed herself in fluffy pajama pants and a warm top, hoping to preserve as much of the warmth from her shower as she could. Taking down her wrapped hair, Marinette ruffled her towel through the strands gently a handful of times before letting her hair rest on the towel around her neck.
With a tired sigh, she gathered her damp clothes, Damian’s jacket, and the wet towels into her arms and made her way to the laundry nook. She set about loading them, grateful for the clear, step-by-step structure that doing laundry offered. Sorting out the items that needed extra protection, like Damian’s jacket, her sweater dress, and her undergarments, she slipped each into its own mesh laundry bag, carefully zipping them closed to prevent snags or stretching. The towels, sturdy as they are, were left free to tumble in the drum. Only once everything was properly arranged did she add detergent and softener with practiced precision and set the cycle in motion, following each rule like a lifeline that had been offered in the middle of a storm.
Having properly taken care of the wet clothing, Marinette padded quietly toward the kitchen, only to pause in the doorway at the sight that met her eyes.
Pomeline stood by the stove, her sharp profile illuminated by the soft under-cabinet lights as she poured steaming water into a pair of ceramic mugs. A teapot steamed gently next to a bowl of freshly made strawberry oatmeal, the pink-red fruit bright against the creamy oats. Marinette blinked, genuinely surprised. Of all her roommates, she hadn’t expected Pomeline to be the one waiting for her tonight.
“Pomeline?” Marinette asked, arching a brow as she stepped into the kitchen. “I thought for sure it’d be Maps or Olive lying in wait to interrogate me about my date.”
Pomeline didn’t look up immediately, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Maps and Olive drew the short end of the straw. So, you’re stuck with me.” She finally turned, offering Marinette a mug. “Coincidentally, I made enough tea for two.”
Marinette smiled, accepting the mug and sliding into a seat at the kitchen table, content to be interrogated as it followed what she had expected to happen upon arriving home. Plus, with Pomeline’s dry humor, this interrogation was sure to be interesting if nothing else.
Pomeline sat across from her, stirring her own tea. Her gaze was cool but not unkind, a spark of curiosity in her eyes. “So. Did anyone get hurt?”
Marinette blinked, startled by the bluntness, but laughed softly. “No, Pomeline. No one got hurt. No fights, no drama.”
“Did either of you end up hating the other?” Pomeline pressed, tone casual but intent.
Marinette shook her head, unable to hide her amusement as she answered, “Actually, we got along really well.” She said, feeling the flush of her cheeks, and hoping that it wasn’t too noticeable.
If Pomeline noticed her blush, she didn’t mention it. In fact, Pomeline seemed satisfied with what she saw, nodding once. “Good. That’s all I wanted to know.” She pushed the bowl of strawberry oatmeal across the table toward Marinette. “Eat. You’ve had a long day, and you will have an even longer morning once the other two can get a hold of you.”
Marinette huffed in amusement, bidding her roommate goodnight as Pomeline collected her own mug and slipped out of the kitchen, leaving Marinette with her tea, a warm bowl of oatmeal, and a faint smile lingering on her lips.
Left alone in the soft kitchen light, Marinette ate her oatmeal in slow, thoughtful bites, savoring the burst of strawberry against the creamy oats. She sipped at her tea, feeling the warmth settle into her bones, and once her bowl was empty, she rinsed it and her mug, washing the bowl with soap, leaving it in the drying rack while her mug was left on the counter for later use.
Padded back to the laundry nook, Marinette listened for the familiar click that signaled the washer’s end. She transferred the clean, damp clothes to the dryer, shaking out each piece and tucking delicate items into the mesh bags again. When she started the dryer, she set a mental timer and returned to the kitchen, filling the kettle once more and preparing a second cup of tea, the actions so ingrained she hardly thought about them.
With her cup warming her hands, Marinette set about gathering ingredients. Pulling out flour, butter, salt, and water to make the dough. Measuring and sifting the flour. Dicing the butter into cubes. Tossing them together into a crumbly mixture with a pinch of salt and a splash of icy water, that she mixed together until it combined into something that resembled a shaggy dough. Marinette then gently pressed it into a rectangle before wrapping it in cling film and placing it in the fridge to chill while she cleaned up.
By the time she was done cleaning, the dough was ready to be pulled out. Dusting the counters with flour, Marinette worked quickly, folding the dough over itself, rolling it out, folding it, rolling it, until the dough began to warm and needed to be wrapped back up and placed back into the fridge.
Putting the dough back, Marinette pulled out the apples and lemons for the filling before closing the fridge door and moving to the spice cabinet, pulling out the cinnamon and sugar. With everything gathered, Marinette began peeling and coring the apples, dicing them into small cubes in smooth, practiced chops. Tossing the apple bits, sugar, and cinnamon into a pot, Marinette halved and squeezed the lemon juice into the mix and left that to simmer. Washing her hands and the work space once more before dusting the area in flour again. The dough folding process was repeated until it was smooth and streaked with butter.
Once the apple compote was finished and cooled, Marinette pulled out the chilled dough and rolled it out for a final time, cutting perfect rounds of pastry dough that she then filled with the apple compote. Brushing the edges with egg wash, folding the circles shut and sealing them with a fork, crimping the edges, and arranging them on a tray.
Once the last of the pastries were filled, Marinette covered the trays with cling film and slid them into the fridge, planning to bake them fresh in the morning. The rhythm of the kitchen soothed her, each step familiar and easy, hands moving with the confidence of a long habit.
The dryer beeped just as Marinette finished cleaning up the kitchen, leaving her to unload and fold warm, clean clothing. Sorting her clothes from the towels and Damian’s jacket. She put everything away in its correct spot, leaving Damian’s jacket folded neatly on her desk as a reminder to give it back when she next saw him.
With everything in its place, Marinette poured the last of her tea and gave the kitchen one final glance, the scent of apples lingering in the air as she headed to bed, already looking forward to the morning.
Sleep came quickly, exhaustion and anticipation mingling in her dreams. It felt like no time had passed at all when Marinette was abruptly roused by the unmistakable sensation of someone, or something, perched almost on top of her. Groggy and confused, she blinked her eyes open to find Maps, knees tucked up and chin propped on Marinette’s blanket-covered hip, peering at her with the intense focus of a cat demanding breakfast.
“Maps?” Marinette croaked, voice rough with sleep. “What are you doing?”
Maps, unrepentant, grinned down at her. "Morning! I need details. All the details. You promised, remember? What did you do, what did he say, how did it go? How long did it last?"
Marinette groaned, squinting at the clock. "Why are you waking me up for this? Couldn't you have asked last night instead of sitting on me like a needy cat?"
Maps pouted theatrically but didn’t budge. "Mel banned us from interrogating you last night. But it’s morning now, so it’s fair game!"
At that moment, Olive appeared in the doorway, a steaming mug in her hands. She offered Marinette the cup with a sympathetic smile. "Hot chocolate. And sorry, I tried to contain Maps, but clearly my powers are limited."
Marinette accepted the mug, her lips quirking in amusement. "You’re not really sorry, are you? Now you get to ask your questions too."
Olive only shrugged, hiding a smile behind her own mug, eyes bright with curiosity.
Rolling her eyes, Marinette slipped out from under Maps’ weight, slipping on a robe and pocketing her phone before she padded to the kitchen, pulling her robe tighter around her. Setting the oven to heat, Marinette hopped onto the counter next to the stove, taking a sip of her hot chocolate drink.
"Alright, you gremlins," Marinette said, shooting Olive and Maps a wry look over the rim of her mug, "Start asking your questions before I cut you off, and I won’t answer anything more."
Maps, of course, was first to dive into asking questions, or reasking in her case, since she had woken Marinette up with these questions. "How did it go? What did you do? How long did it last?" She rattled off once more, barely pausing between questions, eyes wide with anticipation.
Marinette huffed a tired laugh, taking a sip of her drink to buy herself some time before answering. “It went well once we switched to a Parisian dating structure.”
Maps furrowed her brows, clearly thrown off by the unexpected answer. “What does that even mean? What’s a Parisian dating structure? Is that like, an itinerary or…?”
Marinette couldn’t help but laugh, the sound lighter now that she was surrounded by her friends and the familiar comfort of morning routines. “It means that all expectations of romance were cut from the date. The first date is more of a compatibility interview than anything else. It allows for both parties to ask the nosy, invasive questions that might cause problems later on, and if one of the parties thinks they wouldn’t work as a couple, the date can end before anyone gets hurt.” Marinette explains. “It removes the risk of akumatization later on in most cases.”
Maps blinked, then grinned. "So you interrogated each other the whole date? That actually sounds kind of fun.”
“Definitely something Damian would enjoy." Olive agreed, sipping at her hot chocolate, eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what was the result of your interrogation?"
Marinette opened her mouth to answer when the oven beeped, giving her the perfect excused to close her mouth, offering her roommates a slight smile as she jumped off the counter and went over to the fridge, pulling out the trays of chilled pastries, the dough firm and cold beneath her fingers. As she uncovered the trays, Olive and Maps edged closer, clearly not deterred by the short interruption but also curious as to what Marinette had made. Marinette grabbed the small bowl of egg wash from the fridge, dipping her pastry brush and methodically painting each pastry until they gleamed with a golden sheen.
“You’re not getting out of answering- but what are those?” Maps inquired curiously as Marinette put the trays in the oven.
“Chausson aux pommes.” Marinette answered, setting the timer on her phone before turning her attention back to her roommates. “Apple turnovers.” She translated with amusement.
Olive’s eyes widened with delight. “You made homemade apple turnovers? Marinette, you’re spoiling us.”
Maps immediately leaned against the counter, nose twitching as the scent of baking pastry began to fill the kitchen. “I knew there was a reason I liked living with you,” she said, only half-joking.
Marinette rolled her eyes, but affection warmed her smile. “If you want anything freshly baked in the future, then I expect my answers to be respected. One question at a time, no shouting over each other. And your time is up when the timer is.”
Maps and Olive shared a look.
“Deal.” A third voice answered before either roommate could.
“Good morning, Pomeline.” Marinette greeted with a slight raise of her mug and an amused smile.
Maps crossed her arms, already bristling with frustration. “Wait, wait, Pomeline doesn’t get to set the terms! She already got to interrogate Marinette last night. She can’t just waltz in and call the shots now!”
Pomeline fixed Maps with a flat look, unamused. “First of all, I did not ‘interrogate’ Marinette. I merely ensured that her date went well enough that introducing her to our friend group later wouldn’t be a disaster. There’s a difference.”
She set her mug down with a soft clink and arched an eyebrow at Maps. “Second, you know very well that food rights, especially the distribution of fresh treats, are a collective decision. You can’t just leave me out because you’re feeling impatient.”
Olive snorted into her mug, clearly entertained, while Marinette hid a smile behind her cup. Maps looked mutinous, but couldn’t quite argue with Pomeline’s logic.
Just then, Marinette’s phone buzzed loudly on the countertop, cutting through their bickering. Maps whipped around. “Wait! That’s the timer already? I didn’t even get to ask any questions!”
Marinette rolled her eyes and picked up her phone, thumb swiping over the screen. “It’s a text message, Maps. The timer hasn’t even gone off yet.”
She glanced at the message, blinked, then read it again. Pink crept up her cheeks, warming her ears. Olive, ever observant, grinned. “Was that Damian? Did the date really go that well?”
Marinette ducked her head, pretending to fuss with her mug. “Yes, it’s Damian. He’s just checking in with a good morning text, nothing more.” She says while sending a text back.
Pomeline raised a brow, her voice dry. “That’s considerate.”
Olive leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re blushing, Marinette. So, is this a one-sided thing, or should we expect another date in your future? We need to know if we should get invested or not.”
Marinette sighed, tapping her mug, knowing that it was futile not to answer, as her roommates could quite literally just text Damian themselves since he was their friend first. "Yes, we will see each other again. He asked last night, and I said yes."
Maps let out a whoop, pumping her fist in victory. "Knew it! Knew you two would hit it off!"
Olive, ever the calm counterbalance to Maps' exuberance, smiled warmly and nudged Marinette’s shoulder. "I’m glad. You look happy, Marinette. It's nice to see."
Marinette’s blush only deepened, but she couldn’t hide her smile. "I am. It was good, different. I had never done a compatibility date before, so it was a little intense sometimes, but in a good way."
Pomeline, arms folded and expression unreadable, gave a short nod of approval. "Damian’s intensity is part of his charm, if you can handle it. You’re one of the few people I thought would be able to match him beat-for-beat.” The ‘and it looks like I was right,’ was left unsaid but not unheard.
Maps, never one to let a moment sit, leaned across the counter, her eyes wide and eager. "So, what did you actually do? Did you two just sit there and swap life stories, or was there, you know, actual chemistry?"
Marinette laughed, the last of her embarrassment melting away in the face of Maps’ relentless curiosity. "We talked a lot, actually. We talked about family, future, boundaries, and weird pet peeves, what we want out of life, and yes, I suppose there was chemistry. Enough that we lost track of time until it started to rain.”
Maps groaned dramatically. "Ugh, you two are so mature. When did we all get so grown up?" She pressed both palms to her cheeks, only half-joking, while Olive snickered behind her mug.
"So, what happened after the rain?" Olive prompted, eyes glinting as she leaned against the counter. "Did you two just run for cover or...?"
Marinette offered a small smile, warmth in her eyes as she remembered. "We ducked under one of those covered structures- with the benches?” She tries to explain, making a house shape with her arms.
“A gazebo.” Pomeline supplied.
“Sure.” Marinette assumed Pomeline was correct and continued. “We stayed there long enough to get our bearings, he gave me his jacket to borrow, and then we headed back into the rain so he could walk me back.”
Olive let out a low whistle. “Dramatic and chivalrous.”
Marinette shook her head, but her grin was soft. “It was sweet. He didn’t say much on the walk, but he made sure I didn’t step in any puddles. And when we got to my building, he asked if we could see each other again.”
Before anyone could tease her further, the timer on Marinette’s phone finally went off, its cheerful chime breaking the moment. She hopped off the counter and headed straight for the oven, slipping on her mitts. With practiced care, Marinette pulled out the trays of golden, flaky apple turnovers. The smell of warm pastry and cinnamon-sweet apples filled the air, making everyone in the kitchen go noticeably quiet for a few seconds.
Maps let out a dramatic sigh, unable to contain herself. "Honestly, I did such a good job matching you two up. If it weren’t for me, this whole adorable love story wouldn’t even exist!"
Pomeline, still leaning against the counter, deadpanned, "Marinette and Damian are literally the only successful blind date you’ve ever set up for anyone in our friend group."
Maps just grinned, undeterred. "Hey, I stand by my record. Quality over quantity!"
Olive laughed, reaching for a pastry but waiting for Marinette’s nod. "Well, here’s to the one pairing that worked out, and to Marinette’s baking."
Marinette sighed, cheeks pink but eyes bright, as she placed the trays on the table. Surrounded by the laughter of her friends and the scent of fresh pastry.
the opportunity to create (to save and to raise) | mommynette by mistake | pt2
pt 1 here
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Once Jason was clean and changed, he left the bathroom with caution, one step at a time.
May was sitting by the window on the loveseat, phone in hand while scrolling mindlessly.
"You done?" she asked him, not even lifting her eyes. Jason nodded, quietly running in the direction of the bed and jumping on it. "Good. Let's lay some basic rules down, then," she lowered her phone to look at him. "Jason, right?" she asked. He nodded again, getting under the blankets by Damian's side. "Words, kid. I need you to answer me," she demanded.
"Y-yes, ma'am," he stuttered. Marinette's cold facade melted slightly.
"Just call me aunt. 'Ma'am' makes me feel old," she waved her wrist. "Whenever you are with me or about me, call me 'aunt' or 'auntie'. Teach the little one too. It's not for fun, it's for protection," she warned him. "You are under my protection, but don't push your luck. Got it?"
"Yes, m- auntie," Jason corrected himself, and Marinette smiled for the first time.
"Good," she changed her stance to support her upper body on her elbows against her thighs. "First rule: we speak french in this house, so go to the library and learn some yourself. Both of you start school next week, and we live in fucking Paris," she instructed, no room for argument. "Do you know any other languages?"
"I speak english, and Damian speaks mostly arabic," Jason tried his best with his broken french. At least the kid was trying.
"Okay, we'll see what we can do, but focus on french first. I'll find you a linguistics teacher for your mother tongues once you're settled in school. You're learning mandarin too once the year is over. Non-negotiable. Any questions?"
"Why mandarin?" Jason lifted a shy hand. He reminded Marinette of Nino, for some reason.
"Because it's my mother tongue too. I'll try my best to catch up with you in english and Arabic, and you try to keep up with french and Mandarin. It's a deal?" she offered a white flag, and Jason nodded.
"Yes, aunt..."
"Second rule: you stay in school. Your lives are mine now, so whatever I say is the law. If I say to go to school, you go to school; if I say to go to the east, you don't go west. Got it?"
"Yes, aunt," Jason answered, polite. Marinette sighed, getting up. She left the room for a couple of minutes before coming back with a bowl of steaming soup.
"Third rule," she started, handing the bowl and a spoon to Jason, "I need you to tell me everything. Allergies, bullying, trouble learning or school. I took both of you in, so you are my responsibility."
"But, I don't want to make you mad," Jason mumbled quietly. Marinette lifted his face by holding his cheeks.
"Whenever you want something, or if something happens, I need you to tell me. I do many things everyday, and some days you won't see me around for even a minute. If something happens I need you to stop me and tell me," she told him, pressing gently his face until Jason's lips turned into a little pout.
She could see tears forming on the corners of Jason's little bobba eyes.
"When they got mad, they- they- " Jason stuttered, and Marinette finally understood. She let go of the boy's face and put away the bowl of soup before pulling Jason into a hug, feeling the kid's body shake against hers.
"Shh... It's over. You're here now. They can't hurt you anymore. I won't let it happen," she assured him, caressing the boy's hair.
Jason fell asleep after crying out in Marinette's arms, and she sighed remembering the panic on the boy's face when he saw her undress Damian to change his clothes. Sometimes she forgot that trauma wore different masks in other people.
Leaving the room quietly, Marinette pulled her phone out and started typing.
Some people were messing with the wrong person and would learn the hard way, even if it meant using a few different approaches, just like in the past.
It wasn't hard work, but troublesome, like getting rid of flies.
Too many flies.
Do not take Marinette wrong, she knew she wasn't on the right side of the law, but could you blame someone who had been cast aside for years, with their humanity reduced to saving people who were never actually grateful and putting their life on the line without knowing if it would ever end?
With Gabriel's death, the fall of the Agreste name and the rewritting of the memories of the people of Paris, Marinette wanted nothing to do with those hypocrites.
Especially with the Miraculous.
Those God-forsaken jewels that brought nothing but pain into Marinette's life.
She was 12.
A child.
Tikki never taught her properly.
Fu never taught her properly.
Not even the Order of the Miraculous taught her anything actually useful.
She had Fei for a brief moment, but it didn't last.
She had other things to do, people to get along with.
She had no time to guide Marinette, to be by her side when she needed most.
And then Marinette Dupain-Cheng died.
A bloody death, because there was no way Mari would leave a corpse to be buried.
She went with the flames.
With the fire that extinguished the Notre Dame.
It was beautiful, to say the least.
The sentimonster and the peacock miraculous did their job as they should, the fire was so strong that bones were barely recovered, and the fake story was put in place flawlessly.
Teenager dies during accidental fire in the Notre Dame.
What a view.
A bunch of hypocrites.
There were very few people paying respects when they found out. She laughed from the rooftop where she was sat, watching from afar.
Funny enough, her parents' marriage didn't last much after her death.
Sabine moved back to China, and Tom closed the bakery to the public.
The mourning period was harder than it seemed for outsiders.
Once Marinette was confident enough, she started with the rings.
A fighter at first, relying on the abilities she gained while fighting villains, and going up the ladder.
Marinette worked as a ring fighter, then a leader. She went up to working in security, managing schedules, breaking up fights and keeping things under control.
She was a great micro-manager when it came to events with lots of people. Her bosses liked it.
And then she took them down.
Challenge after challenge, she climbed up to the higher ups, to the real people who gave orders.
Funny enough, she met Felix again.
Not as a leader, but as a sponsor.
He told her that protection details from underground groups were way better equipped and capable than common, daily worker ones.
She couldn't agree more.
Fight after fight, day after day, Marinette built her our small circle, and then she escalated.
She took positions, dethroned people, and rose through the ranks.
Many of her underlying's didn't know where she came from, apart from a small, select group.
Took Marinette years of hard work, scheming, planning and a few accidental deaths for her to stand where she was - at the very top.
Damian and Jason would be a great addition to her circle. People for her to train to take over when she finally get bored.
She already had plans for them, but first she had to bulk them up. Jason was skinny as she was when she was a kid, and Damian may have malnutrition by the way he was holding himself.
Talia really didn't give much thought about to where leave them for her to find, but it was okay.
Marinette would make it work.
And work she did.
Days turned into weeks, and months.
After a year, Jason finally looked like a proper teenager, his growing spur expected to happen at any moment.
And Damian?
A little genius.
The kid could do calculations and plan things Marinette took days to put together. Once he put his mind on something, he would do it.
Marinette started teaching both on basic business planning, strategies to survive in a world that wasn't pleasant to those who came from the lower classes.
She taught them the basics in life and survival.
To cook, to manage money, and to dip when they couldn't win a fight.
At the age of 9 Damian could take care of the assets of her smaller rings alone, the accounting squeaking clean when she came in to check.
Jason, on the other hand, wasn't much into business, but he liked the action.
He followed May everywhere, like a shadow.
She trained them in close combat and with a preferred weapon.
Damian liked swords, she gave him her favorite katana.
Jason preferred guns, so she gave him a pair of pistols, but also a pair of backhanded short knifes.
Both learned to fight with weapons and fists.
She couldn't always be around.
When she learned that one of Jason's fighting tutors was abusing the kid while threatening Damian, she showed them why no one dared to cross her way, and what meant to be under the Boss's protection.
The tutor lost a hand and an eye, and his manhood.
Marinette made sure to remind the people who worked for her why she was in command.
Jason never came back home with blue marks again after training. He was untouchable.
She was proud.
Not because he was becoming more and more skilled, but because he no longer feared standing up for himself, and for Damian.
Oh, Damian.
If Jason was Marinette's shadow, Damian was his.
The kid had little stars in his eyes and curiosity to brave the world, despite being stubborn as a mule.
As time passed and they grew up, Mari noticed that there was way more for them to learn.
Especially outside of the underworld.
"I am taking both of you to Gotham. Time to meet Damian's father," she told them, sitting the kids down on her couch.
Jason was a full head taller than Marinette at this point, 18 and jacked after his growth spur and a little too many fights at the rings.
He was second best, only after Marinette.
Damian often said he wanted to be just as good one day.
"I don't want to," Jason stood up, frowning, before turning around to look at Damian, "But Damian should."
"But I don't want to leave you," the kid argued, looking between the adults. May sighed, running a hand through her mullet-cut hair.
"It's just for some time, I promise. So you can learn new things from him," Mari reasoned. Jason didn't buy it, but he knew they had to send Damian away. There weren't many things Mari could hide from him.
"If you get to steal the batmobile, we'll get you back," Jason teased. Damian's eyes twinkled.
"I get to steal the batmobile?!" he squealed. Marinette chuckled while Jason shook his head, amused by his little brother's antics.
"Oh my God, Jason! Don't give him ideas!" Marinette warned him, to no avail. Damian was already telling them about how he would steal the batmobile to go out and prove that he was better than Jason at it.
The tension in Marinette's shoulders lessened once she noticed that Jason was trying to get Damian to go.
At least the kid would be safe.
Later that night, she asked Jason why he himself didn't want to go, but was so insistent on Damian going.
"Because Bruce's his dad. Not mine. He was never mine, to begin with,' it broken May's heart, but she chose to accept it.
Being taken in wasn't always easy.
Jason never told her how he ended up in the League, but she knew it had something to do with Talia.
He was too old to be untrained, but too young to be taken in through the initiations. He was somewhat a middle ground option.
He was someone strategically valuable.
"We'll take him to Gotham and then talk about how to procced," she told him.
Liar.
Jason knew her.
She was going to leave him too.
But one thing he knew well, and she knew too, was that Jason Todd wasn't someone easy to put down once he stood up.
So, even if he didn't stay by her side, he wouldn't go to Bruce's side either.
He was going to follow his own path.
He would be great.
And then stand shoulder on shoulder by her side.
All those years being protected would be paid back.
Adrien froze as soon as he heard shouting coming from the classroom. He took a deep breath and halted as the voices became clearer.
"God, Marinette, you're such a bitch!"
"You need to stop obsessing over Adrien!"
"He's allowed to date whoever he wants!"
"You need to leave him and Lila alone!"
"You're so fucking pathetic!"
"I can't believe you interrupted their date!"
"Stop stalking him and ruining everything!"
"He's allowed to be happy without you!"
'What?'
Adrien slammed open the door to see everyone glaring at Mari, and her just sitting in her seat. She didn't even seemed fazed by all the yelling that had been happening.
'How often are they yelling at her that she isn't even fazed by it? What happened to all of us being friends?'
"I would like to know how Marinette is stalking me and why no one thought to mention it to me?" Adrien demanded.
Alya turned to Marinette with a smile, like they had won something.
"It's okay." Nino said, putting his hand on his shoulder, "Lila told us everything."
"I can't believe you had to deal with that!" scoffed Alya, "Lila was so uncomfortable that her mom took her to Italy to visit family. She says she'll be back in two weeks."
"I asked about Marinette, not Lila." Adrien stated, confusing everyone.
"She's ruining your dates with Lila, on purpose!" cried out Rose.
"I'm not dating Lila!" the model shouted, "Not even if my father forced me too!"
The class looked at him as if he had just sprouted another head. They looked around at each other, but their focus went back to him.
"What?" he asked.
"But…Lila said-" whispered Mylene, unable to continue her sentence.
The silence of the room was interrupted as Marinette's giggles broke through.
"Why are you laughing?" Nino shouted.
"She…what?" Marinette questioned, smiling at them, "Or is Adrien doing it?"
"You're enjoying this!" Alya scowled.
"I told you, but you wouldn't listen." She sang.
"What is going on?" Adrien demanded.
"I'm sooooooo obsessed with you so I'm bullying Lila because we belong together and you will eventually love me." Marinette cooed.
Adrien spun around to the class, "Better question, what is wrong with you guys?"
"But she is!" cried Alya.
"No, I'm not." Marinette smiled, as her phone chimed, "Bye."
Alya stepped in front of her as she tried to leave, "No; we're gonna talk about this!"
"I talk. You never listen." Marinette stated, shoving her to the side, "Now, it's my turn to ignore you."
"So who is lying?" Ivan pressed.
Adrien growled out, "Lila is!" rushing after Marinette.
'Fuck! I need to apologize! Is this what she has been dealing with this whole time? I can't believe they think I would date her!'
Adrien froze on the steps, the class right behind him, as they watched Marinette kiss a guy on a motorcycle. Adrien felt himself tense up as he took in the guy's olive skin and black hair.
'How old is he? He has so many muscles! That shirt is a gift from God to show us what's under it.'
"I…..I don't think Adrien is her type." he heard someone speak.
"Neither do I." the model replied, moving towards them.
'Where can I find me one of those?'
As he reached them, the guy turned and glared him down.
'Uh, or maybe not.'
"Did you have a question?" Damian demanded.
Adrien quickly turned to face only Mari, "Where can I find a guy like him……but not so much of my father in the face?"
Marinette broke into a giggle fit, while her boyfriend looked at him confused.
"He doesn't like your glare, Habibi." Marinette explained, "His dad is strict with him."
"Physical?" He asked.
"No!" Adrien expressed, quickly.
Something told him that if the answer was yes, he'd be an orphan.
"Just…..has my life….structured." the model explained, attempting to ease the new guy.
Mari's boyfriend stared at him for a few moments and sighed, "I recommend Kon."
"Oooh!" Marinette smiled, "I agree. Adrien reminds me too much of Jon."
"Kon?" Adrien asked.
"Konner." Damian declared, "A relative of an…..acquaintance."
Mari smiled, "He's his best friend's older brother."
"And he looks like this?" the model asked, gesturing to Damian.
Marinette bit her lip to keep from laughing again, as she took out her phone and brought up a picture of them at a picnic. Adrien looked at the picture and saw how happy Marinette looked with her boyfriend.
"This one!" She said, zooming in on one of the guys in the background.
Adrien felt his cheeks flush as he stared at a guy with blue eyes laughing. He was wearing a leather jacket and a Superman shirt underneath.
"Sign me up!" Adrien said, trying to take the phone out of her hands.
"I'l let him know." Damian smirked, "Who knows, he might even visit soon."
Adrien froze, trying to figure out what he would say to him. He was too busy with his thoughts to see Mari get on the back of the bike.
"Bye, Adrien!" she shouted, as they drove off.
'Fuck! I could have asked her what he liked!'
"Dude, what was his name?"
"Yeah! How do they know each other?"
"How long have they been dating?"
"How old is he?"
"Give us the details!"
"Oh, I didn't ask." Adrien admitted, "I just asked Mari how I could get a guy like him and they recommended me someone they know."
"A guy?" Nathaniel asked.
"Yeah. He looked……..beef cakey? Hunk-able? " Adrien shrugged, "I think that was the word, right Nino?"
Everyone quickly turned to Nino. It was written all over their faces on how he could keep such a secret from them.
"A gym bro?" Nino questioned, cautiously.
"So, you like muscular guys?" Alix smirked, elbowing Kim, "If so, Himbo, but he didn't look dense. Ripped? Jacked?"
Adrien smiled, happily, "I don't know yet, but I liked what I saw when they showed me his picture and I'm willing to try!"
"What did he look like?" Alya asked.
"Uh…..if Marinette and Luka had a baby, but was a badass!" he announced.
"That's no help, whatsoever." sighed Nino.
He shrugged, "Makes sense to me."
"I'm confused." Rose admitted.
Adrien looked at her, confused as well.
"Why would Lila lie to us about dating you? Why would she tell us that Marinette came to sit with you, on your date, even after you told her to leave? She said that Marinette was following you to the movies and to your picnic spot and -" Rose was sniffling.
Adrien took a step towards her, "Lila lied to you all. I have no feelings for her, at all. If I spend time with her, outside of school, it's because it's for a photoshoot and my father asked her to be there. I have asked him to find a new model because I know that Lila likes me. I've rejected her over and over again."
"Lila didn't lie about Marinette stalking you!" Alya cried out.
Adrien looked at Alya as if she was speaking a different language, "Did you see the guy she just left with?"
Adrien lifted up his shirt to reveal a flat stomach.
"God painted that shirt on him!" the model shouted, "Hell, that God was ready to attack me for getting close to Mari! His abs summoned me to him! I would have left me for him, too!"
"Lila was very detailed about the dates, Dude." Nino winced.
"I dated Kagami, which Marinette helped me with. She even helped me plan some of those dates. Kagami said she even tried to help her work out why it didn't work so we could get back together." Adrien confided, "That doesn't sound like jealousy or obsession to me. Kagami calls Marinette her best friend and I happen to know that Mari goes to visit her and Felix, once a month."
"She said you reserved a resturant and took her-" Alix began.
"Anything I want to purchase has to go through Natalie. I have to explain how it's useful to me and why I want it." Adrien interrupted, "I'm lucky I'm not writing an essay. There's no way I could reserve a resturant and everything I eat is through a diet and portioned. It's why I go home for lunch."
The class looked at each other and he could see the doubt growing.
"What about the park?" asked Mylene.
"It sounds like a nice idea for a date, but I'm allergic to feathers and birds would likely try to get close to the food." the model confessed, "I did have a picnic in my backyard with Mari once. We played video games. It was after Kagami broke up with me and she was trying to make me feel better."
"Hah!" Alya shouted, "She was trying to get you to like her! It was a date!"
"Marinette kicked my ass at UMS3, constantly!" He shouted, "She told me to get better! She's reigning champ with Max! Kagami called her and she answered the phone. She destroyed me with one hand! If anything I got a crush on her, just from that!"
"You watched Solitude with Lila!" Alya snapped, "She said the director knows her, personally! You told her she was as great as the lead actress!"
Adrien turned to Alya and snarled, "Call that Bitch and tell her she is dead to me! She'll be fired by the end of the day from Gabriel, just for that comment."
Adrien pulled out his phone and called Natalie, "Send the car. Father and I need to have a talk. Immediately."
"Wait!" Alya panicked, "Why-"
"Learn how to use Google, Miss Reporter." He replied, "I know the directors, the lead actress, the costume designers; I know everything about that film. There are only two people I have watched that with. My father and Marinette, because she tried to help me escape to see that film in theaters. I only watch the first ten minutes with her before fans realized I was there and she had to help me escape again. Father had a copy at home. That bitch is nowhere as great as the lead actress and now she never will be."
The car pulled up and before it could even stop, he entered it and slammed the door. The class had never seen Adrien that angry.
Nino looked down at his phone and gasped.
"What?" Asked Nathaniel.
"Lila is fucked and she was definelty lying about the movie." Nino answered, "I guess we owe Adrien and Marinette more than one apology, especially her."
Alya grabbed his phone out of his hand and looked over the movie. The lead actress was Adrien's mother. His aunt was her stunt double. The Mayor helped direct the movie, along with Kagami's mother. Style Queen and Gabriel designed the clothes.
'That bitch is nowhere as great as the lead actress and now she never will be.'
"Alya?" questioned Nino, as he slipped his phone out of her grasp.
Alya opened her phone and selected Lila's name. She pressed call and put it on speaker.
"Alya!" Lila cooed, "Today isn't a great day and-"
"Today was interesting here as well." Alya interrupted.
"Alya, I need to-"Lila tried again.
"We all watched as Adrien eye-fucked Marinette's biker boyfriend. He asked them to set him up with a guy and he has a date planned with him already. He literally called her boyfriend a God and wanted to lick his abs. Also, Adrien said he would never date you, even if Gabriel forced him to. Oh, and before I forget, Adrien called you a Bitch. See you in two weeks, you liar!" Alya snarled into the phone and hung up.
Alya trembled as she fought against her sobs. She looked in the direction Marinette had ridden off into and wondered at what point she stopped believeing her. At what point had she started disregarding her best friend's words as nonsense. When had Lila's words become so much more important ad believable. When had Marinette stopped being her best friend and become Kagami's? How had she not noticed Marinette's taste for guys change so much?
"It's Friday so we have to wait until Monday to apologize to Marinette and Adrien." Max spoke up, "We can apologize about all assumptions we listened to and learn more about them."
"Assumptions?" Alya laughed, "We listened to Lila and never questioned anything she said! We became mindless zombies to her words! She said not to talk with Adrien and we never did! We could have asked and-we yelled at her so many times. She said it herself: 'I talked; you never listened.' ." as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Nathaniel sighed, "I don’t know if Marinette's friendship is something we can get back at this point. Alya's right. We listened to Lila and didn’t listen to Marinette's side of the story. When we did, we still believed Lila and called her a liar."
"She did seem happy to see us all confused." Alix admitted, "She reminded me of Chloe, at that moment. She was waiting for everything to fall apart and be blindsided. "
"No." Juleka whispered, "She wasn't like Chloe. She was worse and we made her that way. Marinette was our friend and we bullied her."
The class remained silent as the truth hit them hard. They had bullied Marinette and now she wasn't the same person they remembered. They knew nothing about her and wasn't sure if she would let them back in. They all looked at each other, understanding they all needed to let today's information sink in and walked away.
So, the JL summons the Ghost King, yadda yadda, you know the drill, and he comes in full regalia. Inhuman appearance, Crown of Fire floating in top of his glowing white hair, runes flickering around, cape made of stars, the whole deal.
Only there's also a child in his hands. Or, well, not in his hands exactly — a feral gremlin with black voids for eyes is crawling around the Ghost King like he's a particularly climbable tree, as the King is trying to catch it and hold it in one place. He is very unsuccessful at it.
The whole thing is accompanied by stunned silence from the JL around, loud and excited staticky screeching from the child that looks no bigger than a toddler, and the King's incoherent cries of exasperation.
Batman clears his throat. Both the child and the King freeze, looking at him like deer in headlights: just two pairs of wide open, very cryptid eyes staring at him. Constantine jumps in, trying to formally greet the royalty despite the chaos. But as soon as he is talking, the child resumes their daring escapade across King's figure, climbing down his leg with impressive speed and biting on King's toes. Their teeth are way too sharp, mouth way too big, and the King is very obviously stifling a scream of pain before he finally snatches the child, holds them out in his hands and glares at them.
Constantine trails off because it looks like no one is listening either way — the King and the Kid are having a staring contest.
"Behave," says the King, shaking the child a little. The little gremlin giggles, then turns their head 180°, like an owl, and greets the people around.
"Great, okay, you were saying?" The King, seemingly satisfied by that, turns to JL, still holding the kid in his outstretched hands. The child squirms and sprouts a few very uncoordinated tentacles that try wrapping themselves around King's hands and drip toxic green goo on the floor. The King is unfazed.
The JL promptly decides to act the same — except Batman, who is very clearly more focused on the kid now — and explains the situation. Hey, we need a hand, there's an alien invasion/sentient robot revolution/wild plant attack/any other apocalypse event that involves a lot of targets! Do you mind?
The Ghost King looks at them, looks at the kid, then at them again. Then he sighs, weary and tired, mutters a few quiet words to the ceiling like he's praying or cursing his entire life.
And then, he turns the child so they face the general direction of the threat. "Look, sweet cheeks, do you see the shiny spaceships/evil vines?" He asks, "Can you be a dear and help Daddy out with them, pretty please?"
The kid looks contemplative, frowning, "How?.."
The King grins, and, yeah, that's totally his child because the uncanny teeth look exactly the same.
"Eat them," he says, and fucking yeets the toddler at the threat, to their delighted laughter.
The JL are now on varying levels of concerned and confused, but the King just dusts his hands like it's nothing and smiles nicely at them all.
"Zoomies, am'I'right? Don't worry, she'll spit them out later if you want the bodies," he assures, while the child absolutely demolishes the enemy in the background.
I'm very inspired by the scenes where Danny is Mr. Freeze's assistant, so I made a sketch with the design.
Maybe I'll paint it again.
So, Danny has found a good part-time job, and he really likes this man with a tragic backstory and ICE.
But the GIW keeps track of news about anything that looks like ghosts. Even if his ectoplasmic signature can get lost in Gotham, his appearance is really a problem.
So he asks Sam and Tucker for help, and their grins should really have alerted him.
Sam chooses winter fairy because "fairy is cool, you can borrow my book on medieval mythology to make sure." Tucker is working on the technological aspects. So.
(let's be honest, the main reason is that Ellie recently started watching Winx. They're sure she's going to fucking love it.)
Wings mask the ability to fly. The warm clothes are thick enough to fit inside a special fabric that holds back most of the ghost core's energy signature. The half mask hides the green glow of the eyes. Among other things, the colors are far from the usual black and white, so as not to be associated with an old suit.
Simply put, this costume is a monstrous combination of technology and magic. According to Sam and Tucker, how well Danny's ass stands out is just a nice bonus.
It works, and Danny looks like a perfectly ordinary meta-henchman of Mr. Freeze. Now it would be really nice if literally all the fucking Batman kids would stop staring at his ass.
(optional: Strangely enough, in THIS transformation of a magical girl, literally all the inhabitants of Amity recognize him. Apparently, the blocking of ecto in the mask was overdone? Now everyone at home knows that he's a supervillain's henchman, lol)
(Mr. Lancer lets out a very long, drawn-out sigh)
(besides, I've never been able to choose between dead on main, dead tired or dead serious)
Peter’s academic record was not exactly impressive.
Okay, it was a total shit show. He barely even shows up anymore, not seeing much point. Marwood high school didn’t exactly have a stellar reputation for producing high achieving students and Peter didn’t care about getting good grades anyway.
His plan was always to get a third shitty job as soon as possible so that he could pay off some of May’s medical debts.
He didn’t even really understand how the letter arrived in the first place, inviting him to an interview at Midtown School of Science and Technology. All he knew was that his engineering teacher gave him some test and he answered the questions. Mr Ackle said he answered some ‘impossible question’ from Tony Stark’s research into the arc reactor but Peter was sure he was lying until about a week ago.
The interview itself didn’t feel like it went particularly well. The only part that was good was the tests where he was surprised by how simple the content was. He must have done better than he thought though, because the acceptance letter came through a week later.
And sure, he could have said yes, but the school wanted a minimum of 95% attendance and Peter just couldn’t commit to that between his jobs and May needing him.
So he declined.
And maybe he wouldn’t have, if he’d have known. Maybe if someone had told him that Tony Stark would somehow hear about his test scores, he would’ve thought twice about making himself stand out.
Because sure, a genius in Midtown was something Tony Stark might be interested in.
But a genius who declined their full ride scholarship? A genius with shoddy attendance and an extensive behaviour record?
Peter really shouldn’t have been shocked when Stark showed up at his house.
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