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This fic was inspired by @justcourttee - A Brother’s Love. I loved her fic and I couldn’t stop thinking….what if this happened?
Jason sighed, rereading the text he had gotten again from Gina.
Nona: Jay, I am unable to get to Paris in the time I wished. My son and his wife are having problems with my Little Fairy. They claim her to be a bully and a brute, but I know this is not my Little Fairy. I am her guardian now and my plan was to bring her with me. Go in my stead and take her to Gotham. She told me she has a date with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. Break the news to her gently.
Gina had traveled with him for awhile and was always there for him when he got in a fight with Bruce. They could disappear on the road and travel, forget their worries. Gina had told him about her granddaughter, her ‘Little Fairy’, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an inspiring fashion designer, who was also her class’ president. She had designed for Jagged Stone and won a contest from Gabriel Agreste. She even had the opportunity to be mentored by Style Queen, herself, in New York, and turned it down. Gina had told him so many things about Marinette, he felt as if she was his little sister. When Gina told him that Pixie was getting bullied again and no one would help or see her side of things, he had gotten upset. Even her boyfriend had told her to make peace with the bully and to let it go. She had never asked him for a favor before and he didn’t want to let her down.
Jason had taken the first flight to Paris to bring his little sister home to Gotham. He watched as she left the bakery and pressed the button to head to the park when her phone rang.
“Adrien? Yeah, I’m just heading-Oh. Ye-Yeah, I can meet you there instead. Sure. Bye.” Marinette spoke and quickly took off in another direction.
'Sounds like a change of plans.’
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I will write smut and think it's the pinnacle of all my works, forget about it, remember I wrote it, then cringe and put it in a hidden folder on ao3 where it will never again see the light of day
I feel like such a dumbass rn.
I come up with an AU in my head and make myself cry ffs. How dare my brain do that, it's not allowed.
IT'S NOT EVEN SUPER SAD, IT'S JUST ONE TRAGIC EVENT
:'(
(I mean, one extra tragic event)
My brain just went on a tangent and ended with this.
It started out as 'Zoro's first daughter is definitely named Kuina', then 'Imagine if she almost died falling down stairs, that'd be sad' then fucking 'she dies falling down stairs because I have to torture my favourite anime character'.
Help.
Why tf did I laugh???😭😭😭
Call the police.
Kai : stuck in an evil dimension that only opens every I don't remember how many thousands of years ✨️
Lloyd : repeated panic attacks after the 17 seasons of trauma caught him up ✨️
Arin : looks more and more like Morro, this close to fall in the dark side ✨️
Jay : amnesic and forced to be an agent at the pseudo Matrix ✨️
What a great start for this season 😀
guilt? or righteousness?
betrayal? or regret?
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It would be simpler if conviction burned away everything else. But it doesn’t make consequences disappear; it just straightens your spine when you force yourself to look at them.
— Leslie Jamison, Splinters: Another Kind of Love Story (Little Brown and Company, February 20, 2024)
Do you regret the late nights out? The ache in your chest that you can’t place anymore but know is there from the constant nagging at that one hour of the day? Do you remember the day that they left clearly? Or does the warm escape of the whisky whisk you away? Is it all a faint memory? Or is it like a car wreck? Something you won’t ever forget?
Did you love her or the idea of loving her?