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Once a Thief, Always a Thief Summary: Things were starting to look up for Marinette as museum curator. She had a prestigious new exhibit to run, and an ace team to help coordinate it. That is until she crosses paths with the internationally infamous cat burglar, aptly named Chat Noir. She wants to hate him, but this suave and charming thief has his eyes set on more than just her exhibit's priceless Bastet artifact. AU, and the characters are adults. 0000 “Well shit,” Marinette cursed under her breath. She pulled an artifact from the half-assed packing material and suppressed an internal rant. The ass-hat who packaged the artif

*The Viper's Muse (Male!Cruella DeVilxReader): Part 1* ~Author's Note: Howdy howdy!! Glad to see ya'll reading my work :) Enjoy! NEXT PART IS UP!!~ ~Cruella=Cruelle~ “Muse: somebody who is a source of inspiration for an artist, especially for a poet.” At the time it seemed like an honest enough job, one that would require you to just sit there and be inspirational, right? Nothing sketchy or compromising in any way; just a model for an artist. That’s all. You remember repeating those notions to yourself as you drove to the loft of man you had zero clues about. You had been hired to act as his muse—maybe hired wasn

~Author's Note: So this is very belated cause I got major writer's block halfway through that postponed this for weeks. So tada!! Note that this is the LIVE ACTION version, not animated~ ~**IMPORTANT**: I am using J Scott Campbell's "Fawn Girl" as a reference. Please go look it up before reading. Thank you!!~ The moss-covered earth crunches beneath your steps as you move through the enchanted forest, faeries and sprites festooned with fantastic, sparkling feathers and wings flying overhead and singing the day’s beauty. They flit around your twisting antlers and ankles as they gracefully leap flower to flower, sometimes gliding down yo

    "Astrid?" His eyes widened as he saw a furious girl in front of him. The blonde viking stared at you for a long time, long enough for you to feel as though you were a piece of salmon and that the girl in front of you was a very very very hungry dragon that just couldn't wait to take a bite out of you. Astrid could have stared at you for eternity if Hiccup didn't cough to get her attention.    "C-could I talk to you for a moment um, Astrid?" Hiccup asked politely not wanting to make her more angry.    "Fine." Hiccup walked with Astrid till you were a bit far away from them.    "Astrid may I just tell you that you have an awful habit of

Berk has been in war with the island of Hysteria for almost 3 years . Due to Toothless accidentally setting the chief's boat on fire. Stoick was accused of assassination . Thus began the war. Just to settle this meaningless war the two chiefs have agreed on 'something'. And that is to unite they're children in holy matrimony... which is of course 'Marriage' On Berk... "Don't I get a say in any of this? I mean come on dad, MARRIAGE?" Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the future ruler of Berk, has been arguing with his father Stoick the Vast ever since they started this conversation. He had woken up to a beautiful morning, only to be told that he

*The Viper's Pet (Male!Cruella DeVilxReader) Part 1* ~Author's Note: For those of you who are new: STOP! There's an installment before this since this is kinda like a sequel. Link is provided down below!! :)~ ~To others, welcome welcome!! So a little heads up: this first part is gonna be a bit long cause, well, <3Cruelle<3 lol. Everyone enjoy!!~ The next two and a half months as Cruelle De Vil’s muse went by quick enough, and you have begun to genuinely enjoy the relationship of muse and artist—or ‘master’, as he continually refers to himself as. You know you had said you’d adapt to his dry yet sexualize

~Author's Note: Human Scar. That is all. <3 Enjoy!!~ ~Also, animals are considered tribes (i.e. Lion Tribe, Hyena Tribe, etc) and a person's race, though the human versions retain animalistic qualities :)~ The unobscured, merciless African sun beats down upon your bare flesh and yet you’re unfazed as you slink through the burning savannah grass, bone-dagger in hand, and follow the lingering scent of the prey. Your tapered (e/c) eyes flit about you nervously every few seconds—you’re far beyond your tribe’s territory and into another’s, but you were forced to venture farther than ever in search of food. The sc

1943, America – At the Modern Marvels Pavilion You were walking through an exhibition of the army. You were fascinated by the paintings and posters that hung on the wall, meant to persuade people to join the army. You had never seen such a propaganda before. Midgard was much, much different from your home, Asgard. There you weren’t persuaded to join a war. Being a true soldier was an honor. Something that was bestowed only upon the All-father’s greatest and most loyal of warriors. You had come to Earth, as the humans called it, only a year ago. Your mission had seemed simple: retrieve what was lost years ago: the Tesseract

New York, 2015 – Some time after the events of Age of Ultron The sound of hasty footsteps echoed through the street. You could feel the shocks that went through your body each time your feet hit the pavement and the fatigue that slowly nested into your muscles. Your own ragged breathing filled your ears, but you weren’t thinking about quitting. Not even close.    “Stop!” you yelled at the gangster running in front of you. Your team had been following him for several weeks now, but it wasn’t until several hours ago that he had made a move.    The young man turned his head for a short moment, looking at you as