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luckyluan · 3 months

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THE DETECTIVES, Con.'t

MARCH 8, 2024 - 11:15PM

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” Payton said. “I love my job. I love you. I can’t choose, Sawyer. Please don’t make me.”

“I’m not. I’m just tired of always hearing about this. You talk to my pops more than you talk to me. You’re always asking sly questions to see if I know anything about this damn trident. I promise if I ever find it—if it ever ends up in my hands. I’m going to destroy it. For good.” Sawyer said.

Payton turned over onto his right side to face his husband. Sawyer did not move. He lay at a forty-five-degree angle with two overstuffed pillows jammed under his back. He cupped the back of his head with one hand and the other was tucked squarely under the waistline of his sweatpants.

“It’s my job, Sawyer. You talk about the farm all the time and I always want to hear about what’s going on up here!” Payton shot back.

“I make sure you wanna hear it before I start talking. You just launch into these crazy stories about who had the thing when and how they got it and where it could be now. I’m so maxed out on this, babe.” Sawyer confessed.

“So, you can talk about your work, but I can’t talk about mine?” Payton aimed at him.

Payton sat up on his elbow and glared at Sawyer who clenched his jaw so tightly Payton thought he might lose some teeth.

“You know what, babe? Talk all you want.” Sawyer said. “I just don’t give a damn to pretend to listen anymore. You only come up here to get intel on my pops without talking to him even though you shadow him at work. And if it’s not that, we’re talking about your partner Jardin. I’m beginning to think you like him or something...”

Payton said nothing.

“This is the part where you say I'm tripping.” Sawyer goaded.

“No. I’m not dignifying that with a response. I didn’t take seven marriage vows from a talking eagle in front of eighty-five of our family and friends to respond to that. That’s too far.” Payton admonished.

Payton dropped back onto his pillow and put his back to Sawyer. He listened as his husband groaned in his dark, velvety twang.

“Oh, so, now I’m tripping. It’s me. I’m the problem, right? You ain’t do shit wrong?” Sawyer spat.

“You know what, man, I think you just want to argue with me. Yeah, I think you want to argue with me because you don’t want to say what’s really on your mind. You’re not mad at me because of my work. You’re not mad that I ask you about your dad. No, you’re mad because I didn’t want to be a housewife.”

Payton cleared his throat.

“You’re mad because I didn’t want to be Mr. St. James—the stay-at-home husband with no plans, no future, and no identity!” He finished.

“What’s wrong with staying home all day, baby? Especially in our big ass house--”

“--A big ass house that’s a stone’s throw away from your pops, you mean?”

“Who gives a fuck about that? My pops loves you! He probably loves you more than he loves me ‘cause you don’t fuck up as much as I do. You always have his ear. You always have something to talk about with him. You don’t disappoint him like I do.” Sawyer croaked.

Silence blossomed between them. Payton held his breath as Sawyer covered his face. Sawyer rarely cried. He was proficient in expressing anger, resentment, adoration, and even jealousy, but sadness was not a regular mask he wore.

“Sawyer...” Payton whispered.

“Don’t, Pay. Just don’t.” Sawyer mumbled.

Payton sat up and pressed his nimble back into the supple brown leather of the oversized headboard before pulling Sawyer into his arms. Payton squeezed on his husband’s torso with his chin resting on the crown of his head.

“I had no idea you felt that way, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m not trying to take your place. Your dad tolerates me, at best. He loves you. He talks about you all day—of how proud he is that you’ve taken over St. James Mythic Rescue and how he can’t wait to see what you do with the family business. Sawyer, you are not a disappointment to him. You are his pride. His legacy. His greatest achievement and he’s told me as much; and I love hearing it.”

Sawyer buried his face in the tuft of hair at Payton’s chest and dissolved into roiling sobs.

“I love you, Sawyer Denali Kyle St. James. I love you with my abnormal soul. No magic. No job. No nothing can change that. I’m sorry about going on about work and not realizing how it affected you. I’ll do better, baby. I will.”

“I love you, Pay.”

I love you too, baby.”

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nancyqueerler · 2 years

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This is part two to the prompt I was sent! Part one is here.

Max felt that her world, although drastically changed, was beginning to capture light where the shadows were longest. Things were brighter and thicker with Nancy's perfume and Robin's syrup mornings. Like they alone were tearing down the blackout curtains of Max's life and replacing them with sheer ones.

She had never thought she would feel this way. Even with Lucas, Eleven, and everyone else, she had felt like there would always be a gaping hole in her life, and that was a home. A place to rest that wasn't cold, without drunken anger clinging to wallpaper. Somewhere she could breathe, let her lungs expand, and not wish for the ground to cave in and swallow her whole.

And, somehow, she had found it. Or it had found her. A place that had not anger, but love logged up in the walls. And she could breathe, and she would wake up without a weight in her heart.

The daylight often left her lightheaded with glee. All day long, with Nancy and Robin's banter (far too flirtatious to not sprout mischievous suspicions within Max) and the sweet caress of adoration that leaked for each other.

Nighttime was different, though. It was too dark, filled with white noise that buzzed so near Max's ears. It took weeks of Robin and Nancy sleeping in the same room, on air mattresses, before Max could bear that skin-biting, ear-scraping silence.

Nightmares were always there. Even in the day, but were often blocked out by the outside. Vecna, and what he had shown and put her through. At night, her mind was like stone dipped in tar.

Tar.

She was drowning in tar in this one. Hands shooting out from the black, clinging to nothing. Her throat was clogged, and her lungs were filling up. Vecna had a claw digging into her ankle, dragging her further down the pit.

She kicked and tried to scream, failing. Everything was dark and all-consuming, pressing against her body like a Grim Reaper's embrace. Max drew her hands to her stomach and held tight, and she knew then that her heart had reached its last beat.

It is time you joined me, Maxine.

Her body lurched up, a pair of arms slipping off her chest. A sound came from her throat, and her weak limbs reached for air. Each thrash sent a pulsing, muscle-tearing ache up her nerves.

I'm dead, aren't I?

"Max!" Eleven's voice brought her back, then a pair of arms. She wrapped her arms around Max's chest, hoping to ease the girl's breathing patterns. Max's hands bit into Eleven's forearms, still jerking her shoulders to escape her embrace.

The pop of a door, followed by the scurrying of slippers.

Only Nancy wears slippers.

"Am I really alive?" Max whimpered out, holding on tighter to Eleven. Two different hands fell on her shoulders.

"Yes, you are, Max." Two kisses to her scalp, then one to her shoulder.

Robin, Nancy, and Eleven. They're here. They're real.

"He's won't ever get you again, you hear me?" said Robin, her firm hand holding onto the back of Max's neck. A thumb rubbed circles just below her earlobe.

"We're here. We'll always be here," said Nancy, firm and love-drenched.

"I'll kill him again if I have to," said Eleven, and Max found her heart still beating, still patched up with gold.

Bit on the shorter side, but here it is! Very much love the idea of Max living with Nancy and Robin after getting out of the hospital.

#ronance #max mayfield #heron's writing

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pink-apollo · 2 years

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I feel horrible and my stomach hurts like hell. Figured now would be a good time to write some fluff for my boi max. Deserves all the love in the world🥺💕 go little rockstar🥺🥺

Survivor reader showing Max affection | Headcanons | dbd |

🖤The only thing Max was ever introduced to was abuse as well as humiliation for the way that he looked growing up. The years of anger building up and making him shut down so he didn't have to feel, only hatred to get him by. He didn't know what unconditional love was until you stumbled into this harsh realm

🖤He was curious of you as you were of him. He would sneak his way close to were he could see the firelight light your face as you sat there among the other survivors. How it illuminated you made him question what he was feeling. He was a monster. He isn't supposed to feel but yet here he is captivated by you and how you simply...exist.

🖤He was nervous when he saw you approaching him, which would cause max to hide further in the shadows, away from you so you didn't have to look at him. Although you were rather stubborn and would sit by the line of where light and darkness met, careful of the barrier between the both of you. Proper food to give to him as a gift.

🖤To say he was confused was an understatement. You're a survivor, supposed to be afraid of him and run away. Not being him food and keep him company.

🖤However max enjoyed the time spent together. He loved how your kindness shined through the dark and engulfed him. Not afraid to look at him and smile and not cry in fear. ''Twas a nice change in interaction.

🖤When it came to contact he was...startled. Yes he was bigger than you and stronger,however in the back of his mind the constant reminding of abuse seemed to still linger. Flinching when you reached your hand out to him.

🖤When he looked up he saw the hurt in your eyes and looked back down. He knew you wouldn't hit him, but he couldn't help but to feel a little vulnerable around you and feel unsure of himself.

🖤He felt your hand being placed on top of his and pulled onto your lap as you gently leaned on him. It was a comfortable silence, one he was very grateful for and wished it would last forever.

🖤Of course this would be a process for the both of you, small steps to earn one another’s trust and to form a bond that could never be broken. To see how he felt that particular day and take it from there. Some days all he wanted was to hold hands and others full on cuddle sessions

🖤The first time you properly kissed him, cupping his face with your warm hands, made him shiver and just about cry. So gentle. So pure. So....alive.

🖤To say he was adorable and all you wanted as you peppered him in kisses made him feel for once in his life loved. No need to hide away in fear, no need to have a wall built up, just loved

#Hillbilly x reader headcanons #Max Thompson jr x reader #Dbd #dead by daylight #headcanon #hillbilly dbd #Hillbilly x reader

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

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firerose · 3 years

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10 or 12 for the ask?

for @befuddled-calico-whump This is my Christmas whump present for you ! Hope you like it <3

@fictionalnormalcy, @drakaina-amore64

Whump request: Left for dead

Warning: Torture aftermath, Major Character Death, Hurt no Comfort

Summary: Adrien thinks about his loved ones as he dies and realizes what especially two of them mean to him.

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The dying, their thoughts and melodies

Pain. That was all Adrien felt, maybe all he had ever known. “ What‘s wrong Kitty? Don‘t you wanna play anymore?“, His tormenter mused, her voice sounding far away in his ringing ears. He could see her dance in front of him through a blurry vision. A brown-haired woman dressed in a light purple skirt and darker blouse. Her green eyes glowed with excitement as she twisted the knife in her hands. The knife was full of his blood. “ Oh come on Kitty tell me more of your dumb jokes. I find them quite amusing you know.“, She joked but he knew that the only thing she enjoyed was his suffering. Oh, how he wanted her to shut up. His body ached with cuts and bruises, chains cut into his skin. He felt weak, longing for rest that he could only get through her leaving him alone. She only grinned darkly, as she indeed loved seeing him at her mercy. It sparked anger in him, gave him a last bit of strength. He lifted his head, not caring about how the deep wound in his chest protested when he sat up straight. He glared at her and spat to her feet with blood that he was losing anyway. Hopefully, this was enough to finally make her leave, to make her realize that he would never be obedient to her games of madness. Unfortunately, she did not seem impressed. A sigh was the only reaction he got, the dark smile on her face not even faltering. Then she kneeled next to him, her cold fingers touching his cheek. He hated this closeness, hated that he had a pretty good view of the silver ring on her ring finger. No. Not her ring. His. The source of his power that she had stripped from him. The only connection to his Kwami, one of his best friends that she forced to watch his torture from the shadows. “Oh Adrien if you behave this way towards your Lady it‘s no wonder that she doesn‘t want you!“, She said voice soft but her words burned like poison. She rose again looking at him the way a cat would look at its prey. Would she leave now? In his delirium, he suddenly felt joy, like silence was the only thing that could cure his pain. “ Well, I guess if you aren‘t willing to entertain me anymore I might as well leave. Say hello to Ladybug for me when she finds you alright? If you are still alive by then!“, She joked. Then she left with a loud laugh. The laugh of a villain, a psychopath, a sadist. It hurt in his throbbing head. So much that he did not hear the door slam shut. Only a few seconds later he regretted his wish for silence. With her, in the room, it had been easy to distract himself from his condition. He had been almost able to tell himself that it was not so bad after all. Now that he was alone he couldn‘t ignore the dizziness, his ragged breath and most of all his heart that made his body hurt with every weak pound. Was this really what dying felt like?

If so he did not like it. He leaned against the stone wall, his body immediately losing all strength. He knew that he would never get up again. Tears blurred his vision, tears of regret and bitterness. He did not want to go like this. In the dark alone, isolated as he had been in life. He hadn‘t even said goodbye to his loved ones. Alix

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Plagg Marinette and…….. and Ladybug. Their faces flashed through his mind with each of their names. The last two hurt the most. Marinette his adorable kind, slightly clumsy best friend that had always been there for him when he needed her advice. He still hadn‘t figured out what exactly he felt for her. Every time he spend a night with her as Chat noir, playing video games, eating cookies or just talking to her, it always made him feel safe and warm. Until now he had thought that it was just gratefulness to be her friend. But as he lay here dying, as he realized that he would never see her again he felt something he was not sure friends felt for each other. It was heartbreak. His heart was squizzed, broke into a million little pieces each one stinging in his chest. He hoped she would not be too upset about his fate. He hoped that she would be okay without him just like Ladybug would be. The sudden thought hurt. “It‘s no wonder that she does not want you!“ He heard his tormentor say as if she was standing in front of him again. She was a liar He knew that and yet he couldn‘t help but think that she had been telling the truth this time. That was the reason he was here in the first place wasn‘t it? The wish to prove himself to his Lady, the planned defeat Lila on his own so she would see that he wasn‘t useless. Turns out he had been after all. Hot tears burned on his cheek as he watched his blood run over his chest. Every second it became harder to stay awake. His eyes were heavy. She will find me, she will save me. He tried to tell himself over and over again. He wanted to believe, hope for Ladybug, his partner, the girl he loved. She was his best friend, a determent strong person, the person he had wanted to become one day. He had to stay just a bit longer and if it was just to thank her. He did not want to die alone. All alone without his Lady. A melody came to his feverish mind. A song his mother had once sung for him whenever he was upset. Little Kitty on a roof His Lady had begged him to never sing this again. It scared her, it had scared him after she told him the reason why. But this situation was different. He was wearing white. He was not all-powerful. And he was not insane. He was fine besides the fact that he was endlessly bleeding. All alone without His whisper stuck in his throat. Pain and pressure forbad any air to reach his lungs, his heart was barely beating. No…..no he had to finish, he would feel better if he finished. All alone without his Sounds reached his ears. Fast steps? Voices talking? Did the door just get pushed open? He couldn‘t see. Black spots danced in front of his eyes. his “CHAT!“. Lady That was when Adrien Agreste died. He did not see Ladybug and four other heroes running towards him in hopes that he might be still alive. He did not hear Ladybugs panicked cries as she collapsed over his corpse. He wasn‘t there to answer queen bees horrified questions as to why he was here instead of Chat noir either. Lila did it for him. Walking into the room, cat ears crowning her head, a black mask fitting the tight leather suit with pants that was covering a simple purple shirt. Adrien didn‘t hear her offer. She needed the Ladybug Mircolous to bring him back. She demanded all other miraculous and Ladybugs guardianship too. If Adrien had believed that his Lady did not care for him her scream would have convinced him otherwise. It was a loud, sorrowful scream that echoed through the room. A sound of anger, grief and madness. For Rena rouge and Viperion, it was a sign to hold her back. They held her back as she tried to attack and embraced her as she threw himself over his body again. They wanted to break down as well but for now, they had to be there for her. After all only they knew that Ladybug had just lost two of her loves at once. For queen bee and Carapace, it was a sign to strike. To avenge their superhero partner, their close

friend. Lila would pay or maybe she wouldn‘t. Adrien never knew. He was not with them anymore. He was somewhere else embracing his mother.

#Whump request #no.10 #left for dead #miracolous ladybug #chat blanc #ladynoir #marichat #adrienette #major character death #torture #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng

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hettiesworld · 3 years

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Name of fic: Knowing Me, Knowing You

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC (Tao/Maya)

Plot summary: Taking place after the movie, the gang (except Roque and Pooch) go to China and they meet Tao (who is a friend of Aisha’s) in Tianjin, which is her hometown. She tries to help them with defeating Max once and for all but she cannot leave Tianjin...

Warnings: Foul language, moderate violence, mentions of sex trafficking and abuse, sexual themes and smut.

Used quote from the movie: “Liking the angle of the dangle?”

Author’s note: This is part of my ABBA song masterlist. It is inspired by the song Knowing Me, Knowing You by ABBA (of course) and the faceclaim for Tao/Maya is Pom Klementieff (who plays Mantis in the MCU). Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The gang (consisting of Clay, Jensen, Cougar and Aisha) were in an empty bar after helping Pooch get to the hospital, in time for the birth of his newborn son.

“4 glasses of your finest whisky please.” Clay asked the bartender, leaning into Aisha and wrapping his arm around her.

The bartender nodded.

“Make that 5 glasses, Zhou. Xièxiè (thank you).” A female voice was heard from the counter.

The clicking of some heels added rhythm to the soft music that played onward without pause. Her eyes scanned the room with determination in search of someone when her eyes met Jensen, she smiled.

They all looked at her as she put the 5 glasses on a tray and go over to their table. She placed the glasses, one-by-one, and of course, the last one to get their drink was Jensen.

She then took her whisky, sitting down in their seating area.

“Can we know the name of the lovely lady who has decided to join us for a drink?” Clay smiled at her. “Tao...” Aisha beamed at her. “Aisha...” The woman smiled back at Aisha.

“You know her?” Clay questioned his ‘girlfriend’.

Aisha smiled at him and sipped her whisky before explained, “Gentlemen, this is Maya.”

Jensen had to look twice, maybe clean his ‘Harry Potter’ glasses inbetween looking twice.

“This is Maya?” He asked. “Yep.” “What, the Chinese agent?” “Former agent.” Tao interrupted him. “Aren’t you the one with those cool knife skills?” Jensen asked her again. “Sword skills. Kind of like ‘Kill Bill’. Or samurai ninjas. Your choice.” Tao replied.

Cougar gave his respect to Tao, tipping his hat at her. She smiled back at him.

“So you know about Max?” Clay inquired Tao, tilting his head.

“Yeah. He killed my father who was part of a sex trafficking syndicate here in Tianjin. I was supposed to be part of it but I went against him, helping the children involved, escape the place.”

Tao was a beautiful Middle-Eastern woman, but only on the outside. She was highly practiced at seduction. With her looks and high cheek bones it was all too simple. Nothing so pretty could possibly harm you, right?

Well, she was a former Chinese agent. What do you think?

Tao watched as it seeped up through the joints in the floorboards and snakes out from dark corners and crevices. The blackness formed from some primeval hatred, and the collective despair of all those it’s taken before, closes in on the group, bleeding into their shadows cast by their own candlelight.

It felt as if her lungs were slowly filling with water, as if there was just less space in them for the air. Inflating them felt like pushing up a lead weight on her chest.

Why couldn't she breathe? Why was it so hard?

“Jensen... I can’t leave.” Tao gulped.

Jensen came up to her, not that close so she doesn’t kick him where the sun don’t shine, but close enough so only them two can talk to each other.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I can’t leave Tianjin. I don’t know why but I can feel it in my chest and in my soul that I can’t leave. I can’t help you any further.” She mumbled.

“Okay, okay... calm down Maya. Just sit down and breath in and out... slowly.” Jensen carefully touched her shoulders and slowly helped her sit down on a nearby box.

Fortunately, she did not hit him or hurt him badly, out of self-defence.

But later on, Jensen was hit really badly by Max’s new bodyguard. Maya, even though she couldn’t leave Tianjin, left her hometown, and came to the US of A to heal Jensen.

He was currently in a supermarket, just like the last time. He was injured in the arm, but it was the same one as last time.

“I’m here. Where is he hurt?” Tao came up to where Jensen was lying and Cougar, Aisha and Clay was surrounding him. She had a first aid kit strapped to her waist.

“His right arm. Again.” Aisha faltered.

“What do you mean again, Aisha? Did you hurt him the last time?” Tao remarked.

“By accident!” Aisha replied.

Tao sighed as she takes out a doggy squeaky toy and passed it to Jensen. “Bite on this. This might hurt.”

A lot of blood was coming out of a hole. Tao put a lot of pressure on the wound. She put a dressing on his wound to clot and seal the wound. She checked Jensen’s heartbeat and breathing. It was quite high.

She elevated the wound above the heart to slow the breathing.

“It is a good job the bullet didn’t go all the way into your body Jensen. I’ll just be putting a pressure bandage on you for now. We will have to get you into a hospital for that wound though.” Tao explained. “Thank you for coming, Maya. I know you’re not supposed to leave Tianjin but I appreciate you helping me.” Jensen replied.

She sighed.

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to but you guys need my help with Max and I wasn’t going to let my situation, no matter how bad it is, get in the way of that.” Tao stated.

Jensen took the toy out of his mouth and smiled at her.

Tao’s hotel room contained a small double bed, neatly made, two straight-backed chairs, a washstand, a bureau--without any mirror--and a small table. There were no drapery curtains at the dormer windows, no pictures on the wall.

Just then, a knock on the door.

Tao opened the door to see Jensen, outside of her door.

“Hi.” “Jensen. What are you doing outside my hotel room?” “I just... wanted to thank you Maya --”

Tao crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“Jensen. Call me Tao. Maya is just Aisha’s little nickname for me.”

“Got it.”

A heavy silence settled over them, thicker then the uneasy tension in the atmosphere.

He's not usually the kind of guy Tao fantasise about. For starters, he's blonde and she’d always liked brunettes. She lusted after green eyed men with a handle on the world of business. Until she met Jensen.

“Tao...” Jensen hesitated, trying to say her name in his head over and over again. “I... I... I --” “Yes Jensen?” “Fine, I’ll come out with it. I like you. I really, really like you.”

Tao smiled and pulled his shirt so he could move closer to her. She then moved themselves so her back is towards the door. She turned so she could close and lock the door.

She strolled over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and rubbing over his chest. She placed sweet kisses upon his neck, for every time she placed them there she knew she’d adored him for all time. She was on her tippy-toes.

“Tao...?”

She kept rubbing his chest, eventually putting her hands near his hips, moving his shirt up and over his head. She threw his shirt over to one of the straight-back chairs.

“Jensen. I like you too. Very, very much. And I want to show you how much I do like you...Pull your shorts down. I want to see the ‘dangle’ that Aisha has been telling me about.”

Jensen gave no time of pulling his shorts down.

Tao was on her knees. “Naughty, naughty. Not wearing any underwear...” She smirked at him.

“Liking the angle of the dangle?” Jensen chuckled.

Tao smirked once more and stood up to meet Jensen’s gaze.

“Of course I am.” Her body was pressed against his. His naked body against hers.

“Can you... erm...” Jensen trailed off as he looked down at his naked body.

“I guess it’s not fair with you being the only one naked...” Tao beamed.

She wrapped her hands over his member and pumping it up and down. She then licked his head and swirling her tongue around and on it, making him groan and moan.

“Fuck Tao...” He praised.

As she kept going, her milky breasts spilled out of her top. He looked at her with a soft smile, commenting on her breasts and how looking up to see them was surprising.

Tao had the breasts of a French actress, rather than anything North American television has to offer.

He pulled her, once again, to meet his gaze. Jensen ran his hands down her front, over her body that changed by the day.

He pushed her onto the back wall. Tao arched her back as he kissed all over her body, pushing her skirt down, so she was completely naked as well.

“Let me guess... Wearing underwear in the night-time is annoying for you. I get it.” Jensen smirked at her this time.

“I guess so. I didn’t know you can be so...dominant.”

“Well, you don’t know a lot about me. That’s about to change.”

@jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @donutloverxo @chrisheavans @navybrat817 @pegasusdragontiger @katiew1973 @averyrogers83

#jake jensen #masterlist #nbarnes #chris evans #jake jensen x oc

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boomboxfic · 2 years

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Just a drabble ;)

Just a little bit of drabble - @loganstonegibbskinney sent me the best gif set that eventually set off this drabble - which will defintely get expanded. My focus is primarily on getting “Unintended” out, but I couldn’t resist posting a taste of this one. GIf sets inspiring this fic are from the movie “Law of Desire.”

Ben moved to Mike’s side of the table to look over the statement Mike had been analyzing. Mike tensed up a little as Ben entered his personal space, as he was wont to do with anyone. As Ben scanned the document in Mike’s hand, the detective took in the sight. Incredibly blue eyes under those crooked reading glasses that Mike found adorable.

That shook Mike. Adorable? BEN STONE?!?

To his credit, Mike never let on his sudden internal surprise. Mike always suspected he was bi. Certainly, there was no shortage of men making passes at him. Max would often laugh at Mike’s magnetic charm, and Mike had to admit - he was curious to see how the other side did it. Maybe on a night out, he’d take a chance. No shortage of takers.

But Ben was different. He never indicated that he was attracted to anyone (well, except maybe Shambala Green - Lord knows what was going on there) and now Mike was stuck with these sudden feelings and no way to presently deal with it. Unless -

The detective chanced a glance at Ben once more, as the prosecutor smiled to himself, seemingly pleased at how the document helped to strongly support their case. He turned to look at Mike, to say something with that sweet grin on his face and Mike couldn’t stop himself.

Mike impulsively pressed into Ben, kissing him abruptly, his tongue passing though surprised lips. The attorney froze in his arms, incredibly shocked at the detective’s actions. When Mike realized that Ben was not kissing back, he separated and backed off immediately. Mike felt confused, but more embarrassed, wondering if he could blend into the shadows.

Ben was the first to speak to break the silence, saying hoarsely, “Uh, what was that, Mike?“

“Um,” Mike crinkled his brow, “I don’t know - I - um, Jesus -“ he started to pace, figuring he should settle for basic honesty, “I suddenly just wanted to kiss you.”

Mike was a little worried. He had just kissed the EADA, who he was working with on a freaking case, and would probably now get him reassigned. Fuck.

“Your kissing technique could use some work,” the prosecutor replied casually, surprising Mike.

“I- what?”

“You just shoved your tongue down my throat like you were trying to plug up a tub,” Ben chuckled lightly, putting the detective at ease.

Mike figured he should be offended, but Ben had a point. He couldn’t deny, though, that this conversation was very odd - it was not one he imagined having with Ben, ever.

Then again, he never expected to kiss Ben Stone.

He glanced up, surprised to see that Ben had closed the distance between them, still giving Mike the requisite amount of space, sensing that Mike was navigating some uncharted territory, being uncharacteristically shy.

Mike couldn’t help but blush, “I swear I’m usually a lot better - impulse made me maybe a bit too, uh, impulsive.” He shook his head, “I’m not even doing words right.”

“Would you like to try again?”

“I, uh -“ Mike’s mouth went try, struggling again to find words.

Ben smiled, calming Mike right down again. “I could show you?”

Mike looked from Ben’s lips to his eyes. “Could you?”

#stogan #stogan drabble #ben stone/mike logan #inspired by: law of desire

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marquisoforder · 3 years

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Safe and Sound

It's storming outside and Rafe has doubts about his daddy's safety.

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@khaleesiofalicante Hi, I hope you like this! Thanks for organizing the #malecmonth

The storm is loud enough to shake the window panes and keep Magnus from falling asleep. The rain had started in the early evening, just a light pitter patter of water drops that continued to grow into a massive storm over a few hours’ time. Lightening flashed and thunder crashed, making it all the harder to fall asleep even though it was well past midnight and Magnus had tucked the boys into bed hours ago. Maybe falling asleep would have been easier if Alexander was here, but the Shadowhunter had left on a mission in the early hours of the day and had not returned yet. If Magnus didn’t have firsthand experience of what a great warrior his Alexander was, he would have been worried. But he knew Alec and Jace together was an unstoppable combination that warranted no unnecessary fretting over.

But knowing that didn’t make the falling asleep any easier.

As he sat on his bed, propped against some pillows with a book he was unable to focus on, he detected movement near the doorway to their room from the corner of his eyes. Someone was silently lurking in the shadows just out of his vicinity.

“Papa!”

A flash of lightening lit up the dark corridor for a second and Magnus saw the little boy come running toward him and before the loud crash of thunder rang out, Rafe had jumped on to the bed and slipped under the covers with Magnus, his eyes squeezed shut as he held on to Magnus’s arm for dear life.

“Papa? Is daddy not going to come home tonight?” Rafe sounded desolate and terrified as he put his arms around Magnus’s neck and held him tighter. Magnus felt his heart contract at the desperation in the little boy’s voice.

“Of course he is coming back, Rafe. He’s just a little late today.” Magnus assured, stroking his son’s back in a soothing manner.

“No he’s not! They never do!”

Magnus was stunned into silence at the strong conviction in Rafe’s voice. Somewhere in the back of his mind he figured out that this was about something much more than Alec. This definitely had something to do with Buenos Aires. But now was not the right time to ask him about it, the storm had startled him and Alec’s absence only worked to make it harder.

“How about we give your daddy a call? Hmm?” Magnus smiled reassuringly, and reached for his phone as Rafe watched with the intensity of a startled deer. “So he can tell you why he’s late.”

Magnus dialed Alec’s number and put the phone on speaker. After a few suspenseful moments of ringing the call went straight to voicemail and Magnus had to grudgingly watch his baby’s face cloud over with unbridled worry and fear for his father.

“He is not coming back,” Rafe sighed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Nobody ever comes back when they go out to fight in the storms at night. They didn’t come back!” His voice held an edge of pain of losing someone close and loved. A tone Magnus was all too familiar with.

“Listen Rafe, a long time ago, your daddy and I got separated from each other and I was taken to a far far away place,” Magnus spoke gently. “And I thought I’d never see him again. That he won’t come for me. I was scared and lonely and worried for your daddy, just like you are now. Do you know what happened?”

Rafe stared at him with his adorable attentiveness but shook his head slowly.

“He found me,” Magnus smiled. “It didn’t matter to him how far away I was, it didn’t bother him then, it doesn’t bother him now. No matter where he is, daddy would always come for you, me and Blueberry. Do you understand Rafe?” His smile widened when the little boy nodded gravely. “Daddy is always going to come back for us. Because he loves us.”

“He loves me?”

“Yes he does, my baby. And I do too.” Magnus assured. “I love you more than anything in the world.”

The little boy grew silent as he always tended to do when Magnus and Alec told him they loved him. They had figured the child needed some time to adjust to his new family and they were ready to give him all the time and space he needed to come to terms and accept their love.

As they held each other in the safety of the room with the storm still raging outside with vigor, Magnus heard the door to the loft being opened without much noise. Rafe’s keen ears seemed to pick it up too as he perked up in Magnus’s hold. Magnus grinned and stood up, still carrying the little Shadowhunter boy in his arms, he walked over to the entryway, where they caught a glimpse of a tall silhouette silently closing the door behind him, not bothering to turn the lights on.

Magnus snapped his fingers and the lights came alive, temporarily blinding Alec Lightwood, leaning against the wall trying to remove his mud soaked boots.

“Jesus Christ!” The Shadowhunter yelped.

“Nope, just me and our son.” Magnus grinned. “Though I do possess the ability to turn water into wine.”

Alec shook his head but a low chuckle escaped his lips as he strode towards Magnus and Rafe. He was soaking wet and water dripped on to the carpet from his clothes and hair.

“What is this little guy doing awake this late?”

“Oh we were just having a little heart to heart,” Magus smiled and kissed the top of Rafe’s head. “Some of us were worried that a certain Shadowhunter was not coming home tonight.”

Rafe blushed and hid his face in the crook of Magnus’s neck again but Magnus could feel the smile against his skin.

“Of course I’m coming home!” Alec assured with his signature sincerity. He was honest and open with everyone. But he was also gentle when it came to Rafe and Max. “I’d much rather spend my time with my boys than stay at the institute, or anywhere else. I love you too much to leave you even for just one night”

Rafe looked back up and gazed at Alec for a long moment, before looking back at Magnus who winked playfully at the serious little boy. He kept looking back and forth between them, as if in his mind he was coming to terms with something big.

“I love you.” He said with the devastating simplicity and honesty of little children. “All of you; Papa and daddy and Max. More than anything else in the world.”

His words mirrored what Magnus had said earlier and Magnus felt tears gathering in the back of his eyes. He looked at Alec who seemed to be stunned into silence by this sweet honest declaration of love. After a few seconds of absorbing it, Alec moved closer and kissed Rafe on top of his head before putting his arms around both Rafe and Magnus.

“We love you too little Rafael.” He whispered softly. “More than anything else in the world.”

They held each other in a tight and close bundle. Outside, the storm dwindled and hushed.

#malec month #malec #magnus bane #rafael lightwood bane #Alec Lightwood #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #reposted from ao3

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night-fallz · 3 years

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It's getting better . . . right?

A small dive into how Damian’s life at school is.

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Ao3 // Wattpad

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I'm confused (Part 2)

As Damian stepped onto the school grounds, he couldn’t help but feel a small amount of relief.

It was like school was the only place where nothing changed. Everyone treated him the same way they’ve always treated him before.

Even though Damian chose to listen to his heart, he still struggled to accept the fact that people cared for him.

The school was the only place of normalcy he had left.

Suddenly, Damian felt someone push him against a brick wall, driving him down on his knees.

He embraced the pain that he was feeling.

You wanted this.

You deserve this.

His face was forced upwards, causing his eyes to meet his tormentors.

Damian immediately noticed the face of the guy who pushed him.

Max Thornwell.

The guy was Damian’s age, 15 years old, yet he towered over Damian with a few inches.

The guy was adequate-looking. There was nothing special about him, blonde hair, brown eyes, and lean-ish build. But, the guy walked with the confidence of Superman. Like he ruled the school and no one could take the throne away from him.

Damian hated him but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to make the situation worse.

If he did, he would get in trouble again. And his father would send him the disappointed look that made Damian feel worthless. Then someone would make a comment about how he isn’t fit to be Robin anymore.

Damian needed to be Robin.

The feeling of freedom he felt when he put on the costume made him smile with glee.

If Damian believed in Greek mythology, Robin would be the string of his life. Take Robin away from him and he would be gone. Like a turtle retreating in his shell.

Without Robin, Damian would be a nobody with a family of somebodies.

He would be the shadow that no one notices. The one that everyone forgets. They would only realize he was there when they needed something. Or when they had a comment to make that’ll chip away the small amount of confidence he had left.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Wayne.” Max’s voice snarled, “Don’t tell me that you’re a pussy as well.” A cruel smirk settled in the blonde’s face as he heard the laughter of his peers echoing around him.

He kicked Damian in the stomach, causing the boy to wheeze in pain in front of the unexpected attack.

The laughter only got louder.

Tears began to form in his eyes but he refused to let them fall.

He would not cry in front of them.

Max leaned in, whispering in Damian’s ear so only he could hear what the boy was saying. “Don’t you think it’s sad that no one is defending you? Never forget the fact that no one likes you. The fact that one loves you.” he roughly shoved Damian’s shoulder, “Remember your place.”

Damian gritted his teeth. His body ached all over and it was like the headache he got a week ago came back.

He forced himself to reach for his backpack, only for someone to grab it right before his hand could even touch it.

His green eyes met cold blue ones.

Michelle Chuxtre.

Damian didn’t know much about her. But he heard many people comment about how “hot” or how “fine” she is. He guessed that she was one of those popular kids, meaning that she was probably there to have her fun at tormenting Damian.

As Damian stared at her, he understood how people could call her pretty. Her features would fit the beauty standard— blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a slim figure- but the mocking smirk she wore on her face made Damian feel uneasy.

It didn’t help that her eyes seemed to glint maliciously as she studied him.

She quickly glanced at the dirty backpack she was holding and her smirk only grew wider. “What are you hiding here?” she sarcastically asked, unzipping his backpack.

Damian winced, seeing all of his supplies fall on the ground.

She looked pleased with his reaction, stepping towards him, her shoe landing on one of his notebooks. “You understand why I had to do that right?” her voice was sympathetic as if she was actually sorry for her actions. “I just had to make sure you weren’t going to bomb the school or anything.”

Damian understood the implications of her sentence. She made it obvious enough so that the people around him understood it too.

Once Michelle left, the people around him soon followed. Their entertainment was done for the morning.

Even though Damian admitted that he was relieved at the fact that everything at school stayed the same, he couldn’t help but want to let a few tears fall.

You wanted this, he reminded himself, this is your fault.

As Damian struggled to get up, he noticed someone holding their hand out to him. He studied that hand for a few seconds before realizing that she wanted to help him up.

It’s probably a trick, his head supplied, she’ll probably push you back down.

Damian assumed that his head was right, so he accepted her hand wanting to get everything over with so that he could get to his classes. The girl pulled him up, kneeling and picking up the dropped objects from the ground.

He looked at her with confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

His voice faltered, “But why?”

She froze and turned to him.

It was the first time that Damian saw her face properly. She was new. The girl was no doubt Filipino. She had the trademark dark brown hair that glowed in the sun. Though, he could see that she had blonde highlights as well. Her eyes were the same as her hair. At first glance, you would believe that they were black yet in the sun, they were a beautiful golden color. She also had the same tone of skin as him.

Judging by the uniform she was wearing, she was going to be attending school with him. Meaning that they would be the only two people that weren’t white in the building.

“Because you needed help.” the girl firmly said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he winced in pain as he tried to walk, “I’m used to it.”

I asked for it.

“That’s not something you should get used to,” she firmly said, handing him the dirty backpack.

“Thank you.” He muttered softly.

“You’re welcome.” The dark-haired girl gave him a bright smile, “I’m Auda. Auda Arison.”

He returned it with a hesitant smile, “I’m Damian.” he repeated her gesture. “Damian Wayne.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Damian.” she looked around, realizing that there wasn’t another person in sight. “Since there’s no one else here, can you show me where the office is?”

Damian only nodded, walking forward as he gestured for the Filipino to follow him.

As they walked in, eyes seemed to follow them. Damian ignored them, used to people watching and silently critiquing his every move.

His eyes glanced at the girl walking beside him and she seemed deep in thought. She probably wasn’t aware of the eyes watching her.

They walked to the office in comfortable silence.

“Thank you”. she said when they arrived at the front.

“You’re welcome.” With those final words, he walked away, not bothering to give the girl a second glance.

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Lunch was Damian’s least favorite part of the school day. He had no friends, so he had no one to sit with

And there was always a chance that someone would accidentally spill their food and beverage over him.

Damian wondered how his family would react if they found out what the kids in the school were doing.

Would they care?

Damian likes to think so.

But, his brain told him, they probably don’t.

Why can’t you just shut up for once? His heart complained.

Because you guys are acting stupid. It insisted. They don’t care. And they don’t!

Yes, they do!

No, they don’t.

Yes, they do!

No-

Yes!

His brain sighed, They only act as they care. It’s probably another scheme for them to humiliate and hurt you.

You’re wrong. His heart argued.

I hope so. His head resigned, I really do.

Damian’s back slumped against the wall, unable to focus on the book he was reading.

Did he make the wrong choice when he gave his brothers a chance?

Hopefully not.

He liked hanging out with them. He liked how they included him in things. And he liked how they don’t only talk to each other, so he could get insulted.

Damian felt someone grab the book from his hand.

What the-

Laughter echoed around the room as he felt water drip into his shirt. He shot up from his chair, trying to figure out what just happened.

His eyes analyzed the room. The librarian was gone and a crowd of 6 people was crowding him.

He notices that Max was holding his book, flipping through the pages before throwing it to one of his friends.

“Are you planning on bombing the school or something?” Max taunted him.

Damian rolled his eyes, “No. That book was just in Arabic” he couldn’t help but spit it out.

Max only smirked, “So the little terrorist finally started to talk.”

Damian tried not to flinch.

No fights. He reminded himself. Father will take Robin away.

Damian took a step back, hoping that Max would see it as him giving up.

It worked.

The boy’s face stretched into a victorious grin. “For a Wayne, you sure are pathetic.”

Someone held Damian’s arms so that he couldn’t run as Max walked slowly forward.

Like a predator stalking his prey.

Damian didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just break away from his peer’s grip. But if he stayed, he would be left at Max’s mercy.

He scared Damian in a way that no villain ever could.

When Damian fought a criminal, he usually knew what the outcome would be. He would either live or he would die.

And he was fine with that.

But socializing?

It wasn’t his territory.

Damian was created to be a perfect clone of Batman. He was raised to be a warrior. He was raised to fight.

To kill.

Damian didn’t know how to interact with people properly. He only somewhat understands social cues when it comes to manipulation. But when he opens his mouth, he would have no filter.

And why should he?

That’s how he was raised.

And he was trying so hard to change.

In galas, he could put on the act that people wanted to see.

He would be Damian Wayne, the adorable, intelligent, charming, heartthrob son of Bruce Wayne.

He would play it nice, entertain the ones older than him with his vibrant eyes and appealing smiles. Ignoring how they seemed to eye his skin with distaste.

He would pretend that he didn’t hear whispers of how he would be the perfect Wayne if it wasn’t for his skin color.

He would pretend that it didn’t hurt because they didn’t say it right to his face.

But at school?

People didn’t try to hide what they thought of it.

They acted like everything they did to him was justified.

It didn’t help that Damian never tried to fit in with them. He distanced himself, speaking coldly to anyone that approached him.

The students began to dislike him pretty quickly. In their eyes, Damian should’ve felt lucky that they had even given him a chance.

In Damian’s eyes, they were racist. It wasn't that hard to tell. Everyone at the school was white— teachers, students, janitors— you name it. And from how they treated Damian on his first few days, they also had a white-savior mentality.

Growing up, Damian was taught the stereotypes people had regarding their race.

It wasn’t pretty.

Damian remembered staying up late in the small space he called home, wondering how people could assume such horrible things towards a group of people because of another man’s crime.

It wasn’t fair.

But even at his young age, Damian knew that nothing in life was fair.

And he accepted that.

So Damian stayed, pretending that he couldn’t break out of his peer’s grip. Max’s brown eyes met him maliciously.

He held his hand out and someone handed him Damian’s book.

“How much do you like this book?”

Damian refused to answer.

“Answer me, brat.”

“That book does not hold any value to me.” Damian spat out.

“I don’t believe you.”

Couldn’t he just get it over with?

Max glared at Damian, unsatisfied with his reaction. He threw the book on the ground as he stormed out, his goons quickly following.

Damian let out a sigh of relief as soon as they were out of sight. He picked up his book, inspecting it carefully.

He needed to make sure that the book was unharmed. It was the one thing that his mom had given him before she quickly tossed Damian away like trash.

Stupid. He scolded himself, you should’ve known better than to bring a prized possession to school.

The bell rang and he quickly hid the book in his backpack, not noticing how a girl pocketed her phone with narrowed eyes.

—

Damian would like to say that no one else bothered him for the rest of the day. But that would be a lie.

His lockers were filled with more sickening messages and everywhere he went, glares and whispers seemed to follow him.

He just wanted to go home.

He wanted to be Robin.

No, he needed to be Robin.

He just wanted to get away from the school.

He didn’t think that he bothered anyone today. All he did was defend himself against Max.

Was that so bad?

Everything we do seems to be bad. His heart couldn't help but whisper.

His brain didn’t argue.

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hostess-of-horror · 3 years

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Bride of the Wolfhound

The sequel to "Bride of the Lagomorph"!

[M.B. is my Cadetsona OC, Shelley is my Sam and Max fanchild OC, and M.J. belongs to @sleepy-heads-blog. Content Includes: Profanity and Blood/Gore]

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Max: "Hey kids, do you know where your father went?"

[Across from the living room are John, Geek, M.J., Shelley, and M.B., all sitting together and watching T.V. On the television screen is an old 80's horror film, where a gory scene is playing. The actress screams in agony as she is brutally slaughtered by a masked serial killer and her blood goes everywhere.]

Geek: "I dunno."

John: "Haven't seen him either."

Max: "Lumpy, have you seen Sam?"

M.B.: "Hmm... well, last time I saw him, he went outside. Don't know what he was doing after that though."

[Confused, Max turns around to go outside. M.B. watches him leave. The rest of the group continues watching the horror film. After when the serial killer is done murdering, M.B. shifts and gets up from her seat.]

M.B.: "I'll be right back, guys."

[Meanwhile, Max is now in their backyard, which is a lot bigger than you would think, and looks around for Sam.]

Max: *thinking to himself* "Where is Sam, and why would he go outside? He couldn't have gone far. He wouldn't have left for a case without me, so.... where could he be?"

[As he walked, Max began to sense a strange feeling. Either it was that week-old Glazed McGuffin he ate on the floor, or the backyard was so much larger than he thought. The more he ventured through, the deeper and more vast everything became.]

Max: *muttering* "What the hell?"

[Max stops to look around. His surroundings have become otherworldly now; an unknown land that was once his and Sam's neighborhood. What was once a neighborhood is now a giant forest with dead, gnarled trees that shakes and groans along the chilling wind. Max looks back. His house is nowhere to be found. Just a never-ending path into the shadows. His eyebrows furrow with concern, he rubs his eyes vigorously. He opened his eyes again. Nothing changes.]

Max: "How...? Where am I....? Sam! Sam, where are you?! Where'd ya go?!"

[No response. Nothing but the wind amongst the dead silence of the forest.]

Max: "Ah!" *snaps his fingers* "This has got to be Lumpy's doing! She's the one who would pull off something like this." *looks around and grins* "Okay, Lumpy! Very funny! Ooooooh, I'm so scared~ How can I, a small, adorable, marketable bunny, ever escape this spooky forest? Oh, boo-hoo!"

[Suddenly, a high-pitched scream far off in the distance. Max is alerted and, immediately, he runs towards the scream.]

Max: *thinking to himself* "That scream! It can't be Sam... it's too high-pitched. Wait.... oh God, please don't be.... no, no, no...!" *shouting* "Geek?! M.J.?! Kids?!"

[Panicked, Max continues on running deeper into the forest. Soon, he finally comes into a dead end.]

Max: "Oh... f*ck..!"

[Spread apart and displayed on a massive, dead tree is M.B., or rather what is left of her. Blood is spilled across the tree, entrails scattered all over the branches and on the ground. Her face is stuck on a horrified expression, her once bright eyes now dull and glassy. Max moves even closer towards her corpse.]

Max: "Aw, sh*t!" *stomps his foot angerly* "Come on! I called dibs on her! No fair!"

[Max lets out an annoyed sigh and places his hands on his hips. If M.B. is dead... then what is happening around him? Shaking his head, he turns to head back. Suddenly, Max is grabbed by the neck and is lifted up in the air. There in front of Max is none other than Sam, growling like a demon from Hell. Fresh red blood glistens on his sharp teeth and drips down onto his disheveled white shirt. His eyes burned with a ferocious hunger, glowing green in the darkness.]

Max: "Sam?! Where have you been? And what the hell did you do to Lumpy?! You know I wanted to tear her to pieces!"

[With a snarl, Sam drops Max and tackles him on the ground, his claws digging into the dirt. His breathing gives Max goosebumps, sending chills down his spine. Sam had crawled over him like a starving wolf. He licks his teeth, savoring M.B.'s blood, and reaches down behind his back.]

Max: "Woah, Sam, where was this side of you? How come I've never seen you like-"

[Max's heart plunges into his stomach when Sam reveals what was behind his back. In his hand is a syringe needle with glowing green fluid inside it. Max screams in terror.]

Max: "Sam?! NO! No, no, no! What are you doing?!" *struggling* "Lemme go! Let me go!"

[Sam then wraps Max into a tight grip with his one arm. Max struggles to free himself, but to no avail. His breathing becomes harsher as he panics and stares at the syringe.]

Sam: "Shhhhh shhh shhhhh.... Hush now..."

[Sam kisses Max's forehead, making him whimper in fear.]

Sam: "One little prick is all it will take, my love."

Max: "N-no, please!"

[Sam tightens his embrace even harder. Max weakens, scared and exhausted.]

Sam: *aiming the syringe at Max* "Surrender, my Bride, to my unyielding and undying love..."

[Sam then sticks the syringe into his chest. Max screams, in hopes of numbing the pain or in hopes of something - anything - to happen. His cries of terror fills the air as he cringes, writhing in Sam's grip. His eyes are closed - he doesn't want to be in this nightmare anymore.]

M.B.: "Max! Max!"

[Max opens his eyes. He stops screaming. Looking around, Max is back in the backyard and in the neighborhood. There is his house, where the rest of the family is outside watching them. Sam, who is all dressed in his normal suit and hat and with no blood whatsoever. Then there is M.B., alive and well, hovering over Max. Max looks down at his chest - no syringe, only Sam's finger poking his chest.]

M.B.: "Holy sh*t, dude, I didn't expect you to freak out so much!"

Max: *realization hits* "Oh, God DAMN IT!"

[Both M.B. and Sam burst out laughing.]

Sam: *laughing* "Gotcha!"

Max: *pointing at M.B.* "I f*cking knew it! I knew it was all an illusion!"

Sam: "That is for all those pranks you pulled every Halloween season."

M.B.: "When Sam told me that he was planning on getting revenge, I just had to help him. I can't resist a good old revenge prank, especially one that scares people!"

Max: *growling*

Sam: "Now, now, little buddy, I know you want to tear out the kid's internal organs, but who will be there to help us then?"

Max: *crosses his arms* "...Fine."

M.B.: "My powers have gotten so much stronger than before! Guess it must be the Halloween season. Gives me so much inspiration!"

Sam: "You said it. I'm really impressed, kid. You know, you never cease to surprise me."

M.B.: "Awww, thanks Sam!"

Max: "Yeah, yeah, Lumpy's got some cool magic tricks, blah, blah, blah!"

Geek: "Can someone please tell us what's going on? I am throughly confused."

Sam: "Oh, just some old fashioned pranks, nothing to be worried about."

[Max leaps out of Sam's arm and stares down at M.B. He then goes inside the house.]

Sam: "Aw, come on, little buddy! You're not mad at us for the syringe thing, are you?"

Max: "No. It's that you cheated! M.B. shouldn't have helped you! I didn't get some illusionary powers to do my pranks. It's just not fair!"

[Sam rolls his eyes, giving Max a soft chuckle. Sam and M.B. follow Max, and everyone goes inside the house.]

M.B.: "Hmmm... 'Bride of the Lagomorph' or 'Bride of the Wolfhound'... I can't tell which one is better."

M.J.: "You must have scared Papa pretty good, and that's a bit of an understatement."

M.B.: "I try. Sorry for dipping on you guys during the movie, by the way."

Geek: "Oh, it's fine. The movie was actually kinda cheesy."

John: "Yeah, and there was a plot twist too. Turns out the father was the killer."

M.B.: "Shut up! Are you serious?"

Geek: "We're not joking. Apparently the masked serial killer was the main girl's father. It doesn't make any sense at all! We all thought it was the neighbor, but nope! It was the father who had no real reason whatsoever to be the villain, other than to preach some bullsh*t about how young people do nothing but drink, have sex, and do drugs."

M.B.: "Okay, to be fair, he is in an 80's horror movie. The teenagers are and will be stupid. Just saying."

[As the rest of the family head off into the living room, Sam and Max are left alone. Max is still looking upset. He sighs wearily.]

Sam: "Max?"

Max: "God, Sam... I can't believe I'm gonna say this,, but you truly scared me.

Sam: "Heh. That was the goal."

Max: "Mark my words, I will come back with a vengeance. Not just you, but Lumpy too."

Sam: "Okay, but no murder. We can't afford to have another death file in our establishment. Plus, you did use Geek's Size-o-shooter as your prank, so I figured..."

Max: "Yeah, but I didn't have a whole damn fantasy world to create out of thin air. I didn't ask Geek for help. I may be a psychotic lagomorph with homicidal tendencies, but I play fair. Got it?"

Sam: "Alright, alright.... do you want me to make it up to you?"

[Max looks up at Sam. His eyes are beginning to droop, slowly closing, aching for sleep.]

Max: *raises his arms up* "Take me to bed, will ya?"

Sam: "Wow, that's awfully tame of you, little buddy."

Max: "I would have you allow me to tie you up as I eat the last Glazed McGuffin while pummeling you with a crochet mallet, but I'm really tired."

Sam: "Maybe next time, then."

[Sam picks up Max with ease, allowing him to rest inside his arms.]

Sam: "Heh... you know, I think you would look amazing in a dramatic, white gown. You know, to fit the damsel in distress role."

Max: "Why wait? After all, you did capture me."

Sam: "I sure did, little buddy. Now that you're mine..."

[Sam adjusts himself so that he is carrying Max bridal style. He stands tall with a sweet smile across his face. Max giggles.]

Max: *making a dramatic pose* "Oh! I have been abducted by an incredibly handsome monster! What are you going to do?"

Sam: "I am going to love you for all eternity."

Max: "Then take me away!" *pretends to faint in Sam's arms*

Sam: "As you wish, my bride."

[Sam carries Max into their bedroom for the night, terribly exhausted from their shenanigans. They both snuggle up together with smiles on their faces as sleep begins to set in.]

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idontblushsrry · 4 years

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If you’re taking requests could you do Pynk!Yoongi x reader with the prompts “oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.” and if you could combine this one with “did that person just take a picture of us?” Too that would great 💕 And I just wanted to let you know that you are a really underrated writer (and a fantastic one at that ) that I wish more people knew about 💕🥺

Awww Thank you so much! This really made my day like you have no idea lol

“oh, remember when you used to wear that all the time? Good times.” + “did that person just take a picture of us?”||M.YJ

(edited the words some for sake of flow in terms of story telling and what not)

Word Count:1290

Warnings: Sex toy(remote cotrol vibrator), slight dom/sub dynamics (if u squint really hard) , kinda just typed this up, cumming in pants, semi-public sex, slight voyeurism i think that’s all

A/N: This went in a completely different direction than what I was kind of intending tbh but I’m happy with how it turned out. This takes place in the same universe as Pynk btw. Enjoy reader being a simp for Yoonji yall

Min Yoonji is a menace to society you’ve decided. Sure she was an ACTUAL menace to society what with her business dealing in organized crime in the underworld and the shadows that came with it. Yes she is a menace to society but in this moment her inconveniencing you was more of a pressing issue than whatever the fuck random topic she was going on about to distract you from the buzzing in your pussy. Sure, you did ask for this but you know how they say hindsight is 20/20?

When you first met her Yoonji was so sweet. You never imagined that the pretty girl in the cafe you frequented would be capable of such...terror?Destruction? A pulse from the toy inside you as it shifts to a higher setting.

Ah, that’s right torture would be more fitting here.

Here she is, your lovely girlfriend looking at you with a calculated innocence. The silence of her unanswered question hanging in the air. Fuck, she wants an answer.

“U-um what… what was that?”

“I said, remember you used to wear stockings all the time? Good times.”

Now that takes you back.

When you first saw her she seemed so unbothered. As if no matter anyone else’s issues, time would halt for her while she finished her drink and croissant. She moved with an ease that should’ve made you think immediately of how different your statuses must've been. Instead it made you want to get closer to her; to approach her and ask how she made as mundane an action as swiping on her phone put the grace of the most talented ballet dancers to shame. Everything she did was measured as if she knew at every instant exactly how long her actions would take.

It drew you in more than you cared to realize. As embarrassing as it is, her grace was one of the reasons you wanted to know her better. The moment her time was interrupted (and your spell broken) by a phone call on her end, you felt decidedly disappointed but not heartbroken.

It wasn’t until she returned the week after that on the same day that you decided to invest in yourself to make yourself confident enough to even breathe near her. And after that second encounter with her you and your friend went to the store where you would purchase your first pair of stockings.

“Ah yeah the s-stock...ings.” you managed to whimper out. At this point you began trembling and although she hadn't asked for any further elaboration you were near your peak and not really thinking rationally. Just trying to throw out whatever would make you cum faster. “Y...You know I only wore those for you.”

A silence that occurs alongside a quirk of Yoonji’s eyebrow followed by the vibrations of the vibrator slowing to a dreadful stop. “Oh really, what do you mean princess?”

You curse Yoonji mentally and your earlier self for manifesting this albeit later and at an unwanted time. Still, Yoonji wants an answer and she’ll delay your orgasm until she gets it. “Well I- I thought you were so pretty but out of my league.” you pause hoping that would satisfy her but the silence lets you know that she wants you to continue even without looking at her or any verbal confirmation. “S-so I thought that maybe if I wear stockings then she’ll think I’m classy like her and wanna go o- on a date with me.”

When she doesn’t respond you look up from the table you'd been death gripping to see she’s staring at you with this look of adoration. It’s a bit pitying as though she finds your past self’s train of thought hilariously stupid (which admittedly… it kind of was based on what your relationship is), but overall so...loving. When Yoonji looks at you like you could do no wrong you truly feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Moments like these make you feel like you’re worthy of Yoonji’s time. Not that she’s ever made you feel inferior but that she’s a busy woman who’s important, beautiful, wealthy, and confident and out of all the people in the world she chooses to be here with you. She enjoys your company more than anyone else in the world and that alone makes you feel better than anything that’s ever been told to you

“Come here my love.” She scoots her chair back and pats her lap and honestly all she had to do was say my love and you were hers. You briefly wonder if she’s aware of how much you’re wrapped around her finger before remembering that you’re the same person who begged her to stick a remote control vibrator inside of you.

You walk over to her and rest your knees on either side of her body, it’s a little cramped in the small chair, but you manage. She cups your ass with her long fingers and turns the vibrator back on.

Your legs shake immediately at the stimulation and your head falls to her neck as she massages circles into your ass.

You hump the air, trying to get some friction, but Yoonji’s in no rush to aid you by moving her thigh upwards some. Despite this, electricity shoots through your toes and up your spine and you grip your fingers into Yoonji’s hair. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“There’s no one here, cum for me.”

“But-”

“I said,” she retorts, turning up the vibrator to the max setting allowed “Cum for me princess.”. She sticks her hands down your pants and squeezes, now unhindered by your jeans. You abandon all pretenses of modesty and cum for her right there in your fucking pants. You came with a shout and a wild bucking of your hips to which she responds by lowering the intensity on the toy and pressing delicate kisses to your neck while whispering gentle and soothing words into your ear.

You cum and it’s like all good sense returns to you as soon as you feel how soaked your panties are. “Yoonji, why’d you let me do that? Now I’m gonna have to walk around like a penguin for the rest of our date.” you pout and in that moment Yoonji thinks you couldn’t look anymore perfect. Carefully laid edges starting to come undone with the sweat, pouty, lipgloss rubbed off but somehow still managing to shine so beautifully in the sun. It’s almost laughable how quickly you revert to being bratty after getting your way.

“I can always buy you new ones.” she offers pragmatically.

“But baby”, you bury your head into her neck, “I liked-” -click- you freeze, feeling a multitude of emotions but mortification does a good job encapsulating the way you feel. You frantically assess the situation around you looking for any one person to blame. “D-did someone just take a picture of us?”

The way Yoonji moves is surprisingly unbothered and you look up to see her phone camera pointed at your face. Well, that solves that. She takes a picture of your confusion before wrapping her blazer around your waist and directing her personal waitstaff to escort you to the bathroom and provide you with a fresh change of clothes.

You depart with a quick peck on the lips and promise to be right back. She waves and smiles at you until you’re forced to turn around to be led into her manor.

She turns around searching the endless expanse of the view from her balcony as though she’s already pinpointed her target, something- no someone, she grimaces before growling out, “Now then, who the hell is trying to intrude on my time with my girlfriend”.

#yoonji x reader #yoonji smut #yoonji fic #min yoonji imagines #yoonji imagines #black reader #x black reader #asks are open rn so feel free to request #they'll be closing soon #ask #request #anon request #idontblushsrry

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chocoluckchipz · 4 years

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The Other You - 2

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His body heavy, eyes drooping closed, Adrien released his transformation and flopped on his bed face down. Who in the world thought that him running a fashion empire after spending all day teaching the principles of physics to teenagers was a good idea? Add in Chat Noir’s obligatory patrols, and you've got yourself a sleep-deprived, confused, and stressed disaster of a man. Yet, despite his exhaustion, Adrien’s lips stretched in a smile as soon as his head collided with a pillow.

“I’m so tempted to just sleep,” he whispered into the silence of his bedroom. “There’s always morning for changing clothes and grooming.”

“Do whatever you want,” Plagg puffed. “But I need disinfection. Seriously, you two need to get a room and preferably a kwami-free one. I didn’t sign up for this uncivilized, touchy-feely stuff. Can’t you just reveal identities and free me from being an involuntary participant in your grossly romantic endeavours?”

“If it were up to me, I would've done that a long time ago,” Adrien murmured. His shoes and clothes already on the floor, he crawled under the comforter, yawning. “But, you know just as well as I do that it isn't up to me, and Ladybug might actually be right about it being dangerous.”

“Hawkmoth hasn’t been active for years,” Plagg whined, finishing wiping himself with a sanitizing towelette and immediately heading straight for his stash of Camembert. “He’s probably dead already. Why do you still need to keep these masks on?”

“Hawkmoth not being active for a while isn’t proof that we’ll never see him again,” Adrien replied, wrapping himself around his pillow. “What if he’s just waiting for us to put our guard down to strike?”

“He isn’t that smart.”

“I wouldn’t say so,” Adrien yawned again. “The man kept us on our toes for a decade. But even if, presumably, he’s out for good, this isn't the time to start a relationship still.”

“Why not?”

“Plagg, please,” Adrien mumbled, his eyes closed as he snuggled the pillow closer. “You know as well as I do that Ladybug is going through a rough period right now. Her job now demands all of her time and attention thanks to that jerk-boss that ditched them. Her relationship with her roommate—her best friend may I add—seems to worsen every time I hear about it. And have you even seen her? She’s lost weight and looks pale and tired all the time.” Adrien paused, opening his eyes. His chest tightened as he looked into the darkness of his bedroom. “Right now, Ladybug needs a friend who’ll support her, not another relationship to work on. And since I can’t help her with her civilian life, I’d be damned if I added to her problems.”

Adrien rolled over and pulled his comforter over his head. Ladybug needed a friend right now, not a boyfriend, and he loved her too much to add a romantic relationship to her already nearly unbearable pile. So until she got her promotion, he’d support her as a friend and would remain close for whenever she needed him. Once she reached her goal, though, that would change because then, Ladybug would actually have time and strength for a relationship with him. Otherwise, Adrien was afraid he was risking ruining everything before it even started. He’d already waited for her for years, he could certainly wait a little longer.

“Whatever you say, lover boy,” Plagg murmured and started to settle in his little bed, turning and twisting until he found the perfect position. “Goodnight, kid.”

“Goodnight, Plagg,” Adrien replied, his thoughts racing back to his Lady and the effortless friendship they’d developed that tiptoed dangerously on the border of romance. It would come eventually. Adrien knew that, and when it did, he'd make his Lady the happiest girl in all of France. He'd never take her for granted. He'd always—

“Wipe that dopey smile off your face,” Plagg suddenly grumbled. “It’s creepy to grin like an idiot in the dark.”

“How do you even see what I am doing from your wastebasket all the way over there?”

“I don’t need to see it. I can feel it. Now, stop it and go to bed. You have tons of work tomorrow and just a few hours left to sleep.”

“Don’t remind me.” Adrien groaned, flopping on his back. “I should’ve sold my shares and been done with it.”

“Then why did you listen to that dude from your work? You should try it, Adrien,” Plagg mocked. “See for yourself before deciding on what to do: continue teaching or follow in your father’s footsteps. Nonsense, I tell you. You should’ve sold and invested in Camembert production, something useful for once.”

“Max isn't a dude,” Adrien chuckled. “He's a friend, and he has a point. I've spent my life hating the fashion industry only because of my father and his crazy obsession with his work. Maybe—”

“He kicked you out of the house because you followed your passion instead of whatever he wanted you to do.”

“He didn’t kick me out. I left.”

“Doesn’t matter. The point is, this fashion nonsense ruined your life. Why would you want to ‘try it out’?”

“My life isn’t ruined. And I think it’s smart to make sure I really do hate heading a fashion empire instead of simply projecting my failed relationship with my father on the whole industry.”

“A load of BS if you ask me.”

“What’s the big deal, anyway? It’s just for a few months. If I don’t like it by the end of the summer, I’m selling.”

“It’s May now—”

“Almost June.”

“Still May, meaning that there are more than a few months until the end of the summer. And good luck enjoying each and every one of them with Marinette around. She gave you quite a welcome today, didn’t she?”

Adrien froze, all sleep vanishing at once, events of the past that changed his life forever flashing in front of his eyes.

***

On the day of their high school graduation, Marinette confessed. She blushed and stuttered and was absolutely adorable, expressing in the most beautiful and sincere of ways just how much he meant to her. When she finished speaking, with a trembling, hopeful smile on her lips, she raised her eyes, full of fear and anxiety, to look at him, but stunned, Adrien couldn't reply for the longest time.

He loved Marinette. He truly did, but only as a dear, close friend. He hated to reject her feelings, but even if Adrien wanted to give Marinette his heart, he couldn't. It had belonged to Ladybug ever since the day they’d met.

Speechless, all Adrien was able to do was look back at Marinette with eyes full of regret and apology. She didn’t need words to understand his answer. Whispering something he didn’t quite catch, Marinette escaped before Adrien could do as little as to say how sorry he was.

He’d never forgiven himself for breaking her heart, and if only he had been more careful, Adrien was certain they would’ve gotten through that incident without losing their friendship. Unfortunately, Adrien wasn’t so lucky. A few days later, he learned that Marinette had been pre-approved for an internship at his father's company. He lost his sleep over it because, living his whole life in the shadow of Gabriel Agreste, Adrien knew quite well what working for his father entailed and what it did to people as nice as Marinette. Sure, from the sidelines, being an employee at the hottest fashion house around seemed glamorous and exciting. In reality, there were only two options: you either allow this work to squash you and have a nervous breakdown before your first year was up, or you become just like his father—a cold, emotionless, heartless workaholic. There were no in-betweens or exceptions as far as Adrien was aware.

He couldn't let any of those happen to Marinette. Not when he wouldn’t be there to protect her. Not when, following a massive argument with his father over his plans for the future less than a week ago, Adrien was about to walk out of there himself. As of that moment, Adrien was supposed to move out of his childhood home by the end of the month if he wanted to pursue his dream of becoming a teacher. Otherwise, he’d have to cater to his father’s every whim indefinitely. The choice was clear, and seeing as he was escaping that hell of a company himself, Adrien couldn't silently stand on the sidelines and watch Marinette try to get on board. Not when, unlike him, she didn't know the reality of working for his father. Sadly enough, considering the timing, Adrien doubted that based on his words alone, Marinette would ditch her lifelong dream of working for Gabriel in favour of any other fashion houses that were sure to welcome her with open arms as soon as they saw her portfolio.

That's why he'd done it. That's why Adrien stole her file from his father's office.

He only wanted to protect her. He never meant any harm. He planned to sneak her portfolio to a few of his acquaintances in the other fashion houses that would be a much better fit for Marinette than his father's company ever could.

Perhaps, he could've chosen a better way to go about that, but at that moment, this was all that Adrien could come up with. Better timing also would’ve been nice. With his rejection of her confession, the moment to mess around with Marinette’s passions was as wrong as could be. Still, Adrien was confident his plan would work. The next day, he had a photoshoot for a fashion house that was on top of his list of better options for Marinette, so he stashed a copy of her portfolio in his bag and didn’t think twice about it.

Big mistake.

An hour before he was supposed to leave for the said photoshoot, Alya and Nino dragged him out of the house, picked up Marinette on their way and headed to their favourite cafe for some celebration he couldn’t even remember now. Despite the slight awkwardness between Marinette and him, their hang out turned out to be quite enjoyable. So pleasant, in fact, that Adrien let his guard down and made the second biggest mistake of his life—he’d allowed Alya to rummage around in his bag for mints while he visited the men's room before departing for his photoshoot.

Huge… colossal mistake.

Adrien stopped short of reaching the table on his way back. His friends stared at him in shock; his gaze focused on Marinette.

“Is this the reason no one could find my application when I called them three days ago?” She whispered, looking him straight in the eyes as she clutched her portfolio in her hands. “And the day after that? And yesterday? Today as well? They couldn’t find my portfolio because you took it?”

His body and mind paralyzed, Adrien stood frozen in place. He hadn't expected Marinette to find out. He hadn't the slightest idea of what to do or say.

Hastily, Marinette gathered her things and headed for the door only to halt her steps in front of him a moment later.

“Why?” she asked, her voice trembling. “I can understand and accept you not returning my feelings; no one can control their heart. But this?” Her voice cracked as tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her face. “Why would you be so cruel? What did I do to you to deserve this?”

Stunned, Adrien helplessly watched Marinette for a few moments, his dumbfounded silence only fueling her already rushed assumption about the situation. When his speech had returned, he’d scrambled to explain.

“You can’t work for my father.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Oh. And why?”

“It’s a bad idea. You don’t know what working for him can do to you. Marinette, I’ve been there. I’ve seen things… terrible things that happen to people because they can’t handle the workload and demands. I don’t want you there. I don’t want you—”

Marinette raised her hand and spat, “Stop it. I don’t care what you’ve seen there. Those people aren't me. This is not yourdecision to make, Adrien. It’s my life. My decisions. And if it would be a mistake, I want to be the one making it!”

“But—”

“Save it. I thought we were friends, but I guess I was wrong. Friends support each other, not—” She swallowed, looking away, and quietly added, “If my feelings are so much of an inconvenience to you that you didn’t even want me working at your father’s company, you should’ve said so. I would have stayed away on my own. You didn’t have to do this.”

With those words, she walked away. Alya and Nino followed.

“I can’t believe you,” Alya had snarled. Nino kept looking down as he followed his girlfriend.

They’d kicked him out of their private chat room that same day. Adrien's multiple calls, emails and texts over the next few weeks to the three had gone unanswered. His hope for a chance to explain had been slowly dying, and in the end, it was Chloe—the only friend who remained by his side—who’d convinced him to give up. His heart was breaking, but Chloe was likely right; if none of his friends had responded by then, they’d probably blocked him. Adrien had some pride left, and he wasn’t going to impose himself on anyone in person if they wouldn't speak to him over the phone. There was only so much he could do trying to fix that mess; and he’d done more than enough. By the end of the month, Adrien moved out of the mansion, changed his contacts, and tried to start a new life, leaving everyone behind.

With his move, his relationship with his father had taken a sharp turn for the worse, the two of them becoming as good as strangers. Thankfully, Adrien had enough work and savings to support himself. Soon, he’d found new friends in university, and life seemed to be regaining at least some sense of normalcy. He regretted neither leaving his father nor trying to stop Marinette from entering Gabriel. Quite the opposite, Adrien would've never forgiven himself if he hadn't tried to save her from the claws of the monster called Gabriel Agreste.

Years passed. Adrien graduated and began working as a physics teacher at a local high school, ending his modelling career as soon as he’d signed his teaching contract.

He never heard much from Gabriel until the day his lawyer called from a hospital. A few murmured words of apology from his father in his final moments couldn’t fix anything, but in his heart, Adrien still mourned. He still cared because no matter how estranged they'd grown, Gabriel was still his father and there had been times when Adrien had been happy with him. He wished it could've been different. He wished they could've had a better relationship, but it was a little too late to change anything when his father was taking his final breaths. A failure on both sides. Adrien mourned that as well.

***

Adrien shifted in his bed. He had never asked to inherit anything. He didn’t need this company. It ruined a good part of his life, and for that, he hated it. Being cut off by his former friends, he didn’t know Marinette had been working there, sending all of his sacrifices to hell. But, boy, was he right. That gorgeous woman that snuck into his father’s office today—yes, he had to admit she was gorgeous; Marinette was always pretty but she had bloomed into a beautiful woman—was so exhausted that her beauty was barely visible. A thick layer of exhaustion glazed over her stunning blue eyes; her flawless skin looked pale; the sagging curve of her pink lips did absolutely nothing to accentuate her loveliness. The deep frown line in the middle of her forehead might have been there because of meeting him, but still, Adrien’s heart tightened. Working for his father hadn’t been merciful to Marinette.

Just as he’d predicted.

The worst part of all, however, was that Marinette seemed to not see it herself, fighting for a company that, without a strong leader, was quickly going under. Didn’t she have anyone in her life to care enough for her to shake her out of that trance? Didn’t she—

A thought popped into his head so unexpected and crazy, his eyes widened. It was rather insane, but perhaps fate was giving him a chance to redeem himself?

Whatever wrong he’d done before, his intentions were always pure: to help Marinette. She used to be his friend. He cared for her. Surely fate or destiny or whatever cosmic force that controlled his luck saw that and thought it unfair for Adrien to be condemned for what he hadn’t done. He wasn’t a backstabber; he was a loyal friend.

So, perhaps if he was the bigger person and helped Marinette now, she’d see his noble objective and would have to admit that he wasn’t as horrible of a person as she probably thought him to be. Perhaps she’d even apologize. He was older now, more mature. Surely, he could come up with better plans for how to improve Marinette's life, help her succeed, and prove the purity of his intentions and sincerity of his character.

He did also kind of owe her for breaking her heart. Maybe this was a chance to atone for that as well.

Adrien shook his head and rolled over in his bed. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t care for someone who tossed him aside without even letting him explain. He shouldn’t help anyone who wouldn’t even listen to him or give him the benefit of the doubt.

He had been her friend. She had claimed to be in love with him. Why then was a simple mistake big enough for her to dismiss years of friendship and kick him out of her life? Why should he even think about doing anything nice for such a person, even if only to prove himself right?

Because she helped you just a few hours ago despite hating you.

Adrien groaned. Damn conscience! He still shouldn’t! She did it for the sake of her job, not because she cared for him.

She still helped you when you needed help. She isn’t a lost cause yet. There's still good in her.

Adrien pressed his lips together. He wouldn’t! Not after the way she treated him.

Weren’t you the one to deliver the first blow, though?

Adrien sat up, running his hands through his hair. Why was he such a pushover? Why couldn’t he be more like his father when it came to things like these? Why was he already thinking of the ways he could help Marinette?

Because you aren’t your father, and you still care.

“Okay, fine. I’ll help her.” He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “Just leave me alone. I need to sleep.”

Settling back into his bed, Adrien closed his eyes and hoped for a few peaceful hours of slumber. Instead, his head buzzed with ideas crazy enough to make him chuckle one moment and bemoan his existence the next. By the time the morning rolled in, there were only two things that Adrien was certain of:

First, Gabriel would have to go. His father had built that company on his employees’ tears and suffering. It wasn’t worth saving, even if Adrien thought he figured out how to do that. It might be a petty, personal revenge move, but Adrien couldn’t find it in himself to care. It would be the right thing to do. Most of its employees had already handed in their resignation letters, anyway.

Second, there was only one way for Marinette to make it in this industry now: find a position in a different company. With her talent, it shouldn't be a problem. He just had to play his cards right and find her a company that would appreciate her more than his father ever did—showing her in the process what a grave mistake she made all those years back when she had cast him aside so cruelly.

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#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #marichat #adrienette #enemies to lovers #angst with a happy end #the other you #myart #my art

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hanatsuki-esperanza · 3 years

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Knot(ted) - Inktober Day 4

Three days after having yards and yards of magical hair cut from her head, the missing princess locks herself in her room. Two days after being reunited with her parents King Frederic and Queen Arianna, Princess Rapunzel, First in Line for the Throne of Corona refuses to let anyone into her room. One day after the ball in her honor, a certain brunette can be heard crying from behind closed doors.

She refuses to let the servants in to bring her food or see to her. She refuses to open the door, only asking them (because she is Rapunzel, and she is polite if nothing else) to leave her alone. She refuses to even see her father and mother when they come to her with worried voices and stressed eyes. She refuses them all, hiding behind the barrier of a door she has never had before (because when the only thing that separated your room from the tower was a flimsy cloth sheet, privacy is an unknown thing).

So out of options, they call for the one who found her, Flynn Rider, or as he is becoming better known as, Eugene Fitzherbert. The thief, pardoned by the king and queen, for he brought them their long-lost child. The former criminal that their daughter listens to. The man who their daughter claims to love.

Eugene had been wandering the castle, enjoying being able to do so without being arrested, and when the servant found him. She had begun to explain the situation in a rushed tone, and when she had looked up, she had found a Eugene-shaped hole where the man had been. He had heard "the princess has locked herself in her room," and that was all he needed.

"Alright, it's not a show here, shoo, shoo," he waves away the servants that are fretting in the princess's hallway, "I'm sure you have work to do, begone." They don't leave, but they do have the decency to look embarrassed. He raps lightly on the doorframe, letting Rapunzel know he's here, "you alright in there, Punzle?" There's a long, drawn out silence, before he catches the faintest pattering of bare feet on stone floors.

"...Eugene?" Her voice is a relief to everyone outside.

"Yeah, it's me, Blo-Brunnie." He almost calls her 'Blondie,' averting at the last second. "You alright in there?"

"...yes." Alright, definitely a lie, based on her behavior and how her voice quivers, but at least she's not telling him to go. He'll take the victories where he can.

"Can I come in?"

"...yes," everyone sighs, relaxing, "but only you." Ah, there's the catch. A grimace crosses his face, and he glances over to where the King and Queen are watching. Despite being pardoned and welcomed into the castle by them, there's always that nagging in the back of his mind that worries how they'll react when their only child favors a complete stranger over them.

But they seem more relieved that Rapunzel is acting a bit more like herself than about any favoritism, so that's good.

"Alright, Brunnie, I can't come in if the door is locked." Of course, he could just pick the lock, but that would be rather rude to her. (Because locks are a novelty to her and she turns them whenever possible, just for the sake of being able to do so. It's gotten quite a few people locked in or out of where they needed to be).

She eeps, adorably, and the sound of the lock turning accompanies her feet as she retreats. The handle gives under his hand and he enters her room.

Her room could fit the whole of the tower within it, but at the moment, all the windows have their curtains drawn, drowning the room in darkness. He knows where everything is (and having sharp eyes definitely helps), so spotting the pile of blankets that she's hiding under is simple. Frowning, he locks the door behind him, making sure she can hear the bolt sliding.

He'd stay by her side for every moment of the day if he could, because she has been having nightmares every night since being freed, been jumping at hooded shadows that look like the witch who was going to lock her away, been bright and positive, but terrified under it all. He'd run his hands through her short brown hair, a reminder that the glowing, golden locks that chained her were gone, it had saved him, saved her, she was free, he was here, Max was here, Pascal was here, her parents were waiting for her. But then her parents had reminded him of impropriety, and last night had been the first night she had spent on her own. He's proud of her, for making it through it, but by God, it had strung his nerves tighter than a clothesline.

Pascal is perched on the blanket pile, making those odd cooing sounds of his, like of dove, patting the pile of blankets.

"Hey Pascal," the lizard looks up at him, scuttling onto his outstretched palm and settling on his shoulders. "I'm right here, Rapunzel." He crosses his legs, sitting in front of the blanket pile.

"Eugene..." The blanket pile shifts, and he can see the forest greens of her eyes peering up at him.

"Hey, Rapunzel..." He smiles at her, not dazzlingly, just the kind of grin he gave her when she saved him, open and honest. "What's wrong?" She mumbles something he can't hear, "didn't quite catch that, can you repeat that?"

"...something's wrong with my hair..."

"Like what? It didn't turn blonde again overnight, did it?" He says it jokingly, but for all he knows, that actually happened. Hey, he doesn't know what formerly magical hair can do! She's a silent pile of blankets, and his stomach drops, "wait, it did turn blonde again?!"

"No..."

"No?" Leaning back, he rests his weight on his palms, looking up at the ceiling high above, "don't scare me like that, Brunnie." Silence, then, "then what is it?"

"I don't know!" She wails, bursting from the blanket pile, "Eugene, something's wrong with my hair!!" The man does a once over of her head, not seeing anything unusual about it.

"I don't see anything wrong, Raps." Okay, so he can't see everything perfectly in the dark, but her hair is still pretty dark, so probably brown, not light blonde, and definitely the same jagged locks as before. In fact, it's probably more jagged, because wow, that is the worse bedhead he's ever seen.

"Eugene, how can you not see! Look at it! It's cursed!" She all but shoves her head into his face, not at all gentle, and he barely avoids getting his nose bashed.

"OW! Raps!"

"Sorry, Eugene, but..." oh no, she sounds like she's going to cry, "I don't know what's going on with it..." breath released in a whoosh, he wraps his arms around her, hug grounding both of them, and some nerve that had been sitting at the back of his neck releases because he had missed being next to her, God dammit. She wraps her arms around

"Can we come over here, open a window, so I can see better, please?" She nods against his collarbone, and he navigates them to one of the velvet curtains that alone costs more than any item he's held in his life (except the crown, but that's different), carefully pulling them open with a freed hand.

Oh, she had been crying. Eugene can see where the tears had trailed down her cheeks, and he can feel his emotional heart twisting at the mere thought of her crying in here, alone except for Pascal, while people she didn't know wanted to see her. Why hadn't the maid come and gotten him sooner? "Alright, Brunnie, let's see this hair of yours."

Yep, this is officially the worst bedhead he's ever had the honor of seeing, but aside from that, everything looks exactly the same as it did last night. Same jagged edges, same earthen brown strands, same tiny strand behind her ears, everything is as it should be. He can't find anything that would make Rapunzel believe her hair is cursed.

"What happened this morning?" Maybe that'll help him figure things out.

"Well..." Pascal has abandoned his shoulder for her shaking, cupped hands, "I woke up this morning with the sun..."

"Alright." That sounds normal enough, especially for a sunflower like her.

"And the birds were chirping outside..."

"Go on."

"But then, I went to brush my hair like I normally do..."

"Okay."

"And it hurt!"

"It...hurt."

"Eugene, the brush bit my hair and wouldn't let go! I pulled and pulled, but it only hurt more!"

"..." It...can't be that simple, can it?

"I finally got it to let go, but then I looked in the mirror, and...it cursed my hair!!"

"Blon...Rapunzel."

"What?" Aw, she looks like she's going to start crying again.

"When you had..." he mimes the yards of light-as-air strands that she previously had, "all of that...you...brushed...it get knotted, right?" She tilts her head at him, confusion breaking through the tears.

"Hair can get knotted?"

One of the perks of Rapunzle's hair being magical is that it never knotted or got dirty. I mean, look at it! Drags on the ground, on dirt, in grass, in river water, does it look messed up or disgusting? No! Her brushing it was just a habit that Mother Gothel installed in her. But because it had never gotten knotted before...she didn't know how to handle it when it did happen.

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#Inktober #inktober 2021 #tangled #Disney #writing #a thousand and one words #eugene fitzherbert #Rapunzel #hair problems #come back to later #hanatsuki esperanza

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interstellarflare · 4 years

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Welcome Home Soldier || Alex

~PART ONE~

(Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, gore.

Summary: After destroying Barkov’s chemical factory in Georgia, and in the aftermath of Alex’s death, you return home for some much needed R&R. But after a surprise visit from Price, you are called back to the line of duty with the delivery of some shocking news.

Author’s Note: There might possibly be a part two? I’m unsure as of yet. I know where I want this series to go, and I have multiple parts planned, but I’m not sure if I should write them. Let me know what you guys think, and a tag list is open. If you want to be added just comment. Enjoy!

The afternoon sky in Washington D.C. was a vibrant violet, fading into pastel shades of blue, pink, yellow and orange over the horizon.

“You’re gonna be home for an entire month!” My nephew, Max exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly as we made our way home from the park. I laughed softly, nodding my head as a kind smile graced my lips. “You bet! That means you get to come over whenever you want” I mused happily, chuckling as Max wrapped his small arms around my middle, cheering ecstatically as we turned onto my street.

“We are going to have so much fun...” Max began, taking my much larger hand in his smaller one “we can stay up every single night, and make hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and...Oh! We could go to the museum, and...” my mind began to wander, as Max continued to list all of the various things he wished to do. A week. Had it really been a week, since Alex was killed in Georgia? Laswell, after hearing my plea for some R&R, allowed me to return home. There was no doubt that Alex’s sacrifice weighed heavily on everyone. I could still feel Price’s arms wrapped around my torso, holding me back as Barkov’s factory burned.

The memory caused me to feel sick to my stomach, my heart breaking as I realised I would never see that bastard again. A faint hollow smile formed on my lips as I remembered our first meeting. Alex and I had despised each other.

I had been in Urzikstan a few days prior to Alex’s arrival. Having been with Price upon rescuing Farah and Hadir from a Russian chemical lab, Farah welcomed me with open arms. She explained to me that she considered me as one of her own, a very close friend. Even going as far as to call me her sister in front of her brother, which he wasn’t too pleased about.

Farah, Hadir and I stood around a small table as several of Farah’s troops hauled Alex into the room. Forced to sit down opposite both Farah and myself, an annoyed expression forming on his face. ‘What is your message from Captain Price?’ Farah asked blankly, stepping forward out of the shadows towards him with her arms folded over her chest. For a brief moment, Alex’s eyes met mine. They skimmed over my military uniform, my vest, clearly displaying the American flag front and centre. ‘Commander Karim...’ he spoke somewhat awkwardly, trying to keep a level head ‘call me Alex’. ‘I’m listening Alex’.

His eyes met mine again, before motioning to the other soldiers in the room. ‘This is classified...’ he spoke lowly, whilst Farah motioned for her team to leave the room. I remained, much to his annoyance and confusion, but he didn’t say a word. The two of them began to talk, about the stolen Russian gas, which was now likely in Al-Qatala’s hands. Price had briefed me on most this, so I didn’t bother listening to much of what was said. ‘We would never use these poisons...’ Farah retorted sharply, whilst Alex breathed heavily ‘Then help us track it before-’

‘Before they what? Take it to Europe? Or America?’ she continued, releasing a breathless laugh. Alex remained silent for a moment, listening to Farah as she spoke, but before she could go on, the door behind us opened. I turned to watch as Hadir walked past, standing beside his sister. ‘Commander, it’s time to go...’ he informed, his presence only adding more pressure to the situation. I remained silent as they conversed, introductions and so-forth, while they filled Alex in on our plan to attack the airfield. ‘What do you think, Y/n?’ Karim asked, casually turning her head to meet my shadowed form. All eyes were on me now, including Hadir and Alex. I shrugged, pushing off from the wall and joining them at the table, ‘I think Price chose well...’ I drawled, meeting Alex’s gaze ‘I’ll let him know we received our newest recruit in one piece-’

‘Hang on a second, you know Captain Price?’ Alex spoke bewilderedly, his eyes widening in shock. I nodded as Farah and Hadir laughed to themselves, ‘We’re more like family, actually...’ I spoke quickly ‘but yes. I do’. ‘Then why the hell did he send me here and not just tell you?’ He snapped, his surprised tone suddenly changing to malice. My eyes narrowed as I stood tall, folding my arms over my chest, ‘Because we needed you here...’ I responded lowly, watching cautiously as Alex held his ground ‘we need all the help we can get around here’.

I felt myself smiling in amusement. Alex and I hadn’t really started to get along until we became trapped together in the tunnels below the Wolf’s compound. He had pulled me aside afterward, awkwardly expressing how worried he was when we had become separated.

I was brought out of my memory when Max suddenly tugged on the sleeve of my jacket. “Aunty Y/n, who is that man standing outside your house?” he asked quietly, leaning into my side shyly. With a confused expression, I turned my gaze towards my front door. Sure enough, parked in front of my house was a black sedan, with a very familiar figure leaning against its side. I mumbled a few curses under my breath, sighing heavily as I held Max’s hand tightly. “You couldn’t give me one goddamn week to myself?” I called out sarcastically, approaching the front of my house with an annoyed expression.

Price laughed lowly, folding his arms over his chest as he pushed off the sedan. “I know, and I want you to know that I am sorry for turning up out of the blue...” he began, stopping before me with a solemn expression “but this couldn’t wait. I thought it would be best if I told you in person rather than over the phone”. I nodded my head slowly, biting my lip awkwardly as my mind raced with possible outcomes. If Price was here now, then it had to be serious.

Another tug at my jacket sleeve, and I realised my nephew was still present. I cleared my throat awkwardly, wrapping my arm around Max’s frame with an uneasy smile. “Price, this is my nephew, Max...” I introduced, looking between the two with a small cough “max, this is John Price, a work friend of mine”. Immediately, Max’s expression brightened, his attitude completely changing and becoming more vibrant. His eyes sparkled, though he remained silent. I looked back towards Price, motioning with my head for him to follow. “Come on, we’re having spaghetti with little hit dogs for dinner, Max’s favourite” I teased, unable to help the amused laugh that escaped my lips as Price shook his head, smirking at my mocking tone.

“Spaghetti and little hot dogs!” Max shouted excitedly, “Why didn’t you tell me!?”. “Because it was a surprise!” I responded, turning back to face Price with a small roll of my eyes. As we all stepped inside the house, I couldn’t help but focus on the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After a late dinner, because Max kept pestering Price to tell him about how we came to work together, my nephew eventually went to bed. Surprisingly, Price was exceptionally good with kids. Then again, he had dealt with more difficult things than a child. As I descended the staircase, I could hear Price chuckling from the kitchen. He remained at the island bench, drinking a bottle of beer as I entered the room. “Your nephew is quite adorable” he laughed, taking a small swig from his drink before him as I stood opposite him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard the word ‘adorable’ come from you in the long time since I’ve known you” I spoke mockingly, to which Price snorted in amusement. “Fuck off...” he grumbled with a mocking pout, “Max is going to be a great man when he grows up”. I nodded with a low hum, leaning on my elbows with a small sigh. “So...what did you want to talk to me about?” I asked hesitantly, my tired eyes meeting his own as I waited for his response. This time, Price downed what remained of his beer, clearing his throat before releasing a long sigh. “We received intel from some operatives in Georgia, something I’m not sure I even quite believe” he spoke lowly, clasping his hands together on the bench before him. I sighed in mild annoyance, rolling my eyes. “Price...” I spoke sharply “please, just tell me what is going on”.

His silence caused the uneasiness in my stomach to increase. Then again, it had been steadily growing since Price arrived. With a huff, Price’s eyes met my own. “Alex is alive”.

I choked, gasping slightly as my eyes widened in shock. Alex was alive? I felt my heart stop, my chest suddenly filling with a mixture of emotions; bewilderment, happiness, shock, sadness...

“How?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “The factory it...it exploded. He-he died-” “That’s what we all thought...” Price mused quietly, shaking his head slowly “but as far as we know, he’s gone AWOL. He’s been charged with desertion-”

“Desertion!? Why?” I exclaimed, feeling the familiar sting of tears welling within my eyes. Sensing my distress. Price stood from his seat on the opposite side of the bench, making his way over to my form. With a simple gesture, Price wrapped his arms around my frame, pulling me into his side as he held me close. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry, whether to be happy or sad. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear...” Price spoke calmly, comfortingly running his hands up and down my arms “but I need you to come back. We have a situation unfolding in Verdansk . Al-Qatala is under new leadership, and causing a hell of a lot of trouble”. Pulling away from Price’s embrace, I sighed heavily and ran a stressed hand through my hair. I turned my gaze toward the clock on the wall, checking the time with a small sigh.

9:30pm.

“Okay, well...I’ll have to call Max’s dad and, get him home before we leave”. Price nodded his head as I continued “You make yourself at home while I talk to Max, and get everything organised. Wordlessly, Price made his way over to the living room and sat down, while I began to make my way upstairs to prepare for the oncoming onslaught of the massive guilt-trip awaiting in my nephew’s room.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #alex #alex x reader #alex imagine #call of duty #echo 3-1 #echo 3-1 x reader

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (1/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did... helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

I've been thinkin about this for a lil bit, and then I met Saad who encouraged my dadgene desires and well, here we are. Also shoutout to @finnoky for an ADORABLE baby Varian design that I'm imagining in this scenario lol. Be warned there's brief child abuse, only like 2 sentences of it though. And while there will be angst in this fic that's likely gonna be the only outright abuse.

I'll be honest I have an idea for an overarching plot but this may just end up being a bunch of baby Varian dad Eugene oneshots. Whatever I'm feeling. We'll see.

Eugene grumbled, muttering to himself as he walked through the streets of Corona. That’s not to say that he didn’t enjoy it here, quiiiiite the opposite. Life with Rapunzel in the castle was a dream. In the past six months Eugene hasn’t needed nor wanted anything but only Rapunzel’s happiness. If she was happy, so was he. Unfortunately, that was something he had in common with Cassandra. It was the only thing they seemed to have in common, because he refused to relate himself to that ice queen any further.

The reason why he was muttering was because he had misplaced his favorite brush (though he suspected Cassandra stole it to mess with him), and hey, Eugene, since you’re going into town, can you run a few errands for me? Don’t worry it won’t take you long, just a few dozen shops to visit while me and Rapunzel have a nice relaxing day.

Cassandra totally stole it just to get him to do her chores. Total jerk move.

He’d managed to get most of the things on her list, the only thing left was food for the animals. Apples for Max, mostly. The horse was like a chainsaw, ripping through apples like an axe through wood. It was terrifying and intriguing at the same time.

Thankfully, Cassandra supplied him with the funds and a cart in order to buy all of this stuff.

“Two crates of apples, please.” Eugene mumbled, not looking directly at the seller, as he was deep in thought, mostly cursing Cassandra. The woman, short with wild red hair, easily hauled the apples into his cart without a word. He paid her, eyes trained on the cart, when he saw it.

The crate rumbled, apples moving ever so slightly. He was a seasoned thief, he knew what that meant.

In any other situation, Eugene probably wouldn’t have cared. It was likely only a few apples. But he was cranky, and he didn’t want to be here, and also had he really gotten that sloppy? He used to be Flynn Rider, now thieves were stealing from right under his nose! It was a matter of pride, more than anything else.

“Oi!” He called. He couldn’t see the thief, but he heard the telltale squeak of a guilty ruffian, and the pattering of footsteps.

“Watch my stuff?” He asked, and before he could get an answer, he bolted after the thief. His boots thundered against the pavement, following the sound of the footsteps. They were faint, whoever this thief was must be light on their feet and damn good at going unnoticed. He weaved through the crowd, unable to catch a proper glimpse. All Eugene could see was that the figure was small, or maybe they were crouching? And they were damn fast. Eugene nearly tripped over himself on multiple occasions trying to follow them. He was getting rusty. If Cassandra was here she’d laugh her ass off.

They turned into a narrow alleyway, and Eugene followed shortly after.

The walls were tall and imposing, casting a shadow on the otherwise sunny day. This part of the capital was on the poorer side, with rundown houses and boarded windows. He hasn’t been in here in a while, now that he lived in the castle. But he’d used this general area as a hideout in his youth. He knew this road was a deadend.

“Got you,” he muttered, stalking down the road. “And just who do you think you are, stealing from… me?”

His voice trailed off, and he stared at the scene in shock.

Standing before him was a child. An incredibly tiny, incredibly scared child.

The small boy backed up in fear, practically huddled in the corner. His gangly limbs trembled like a leaf in the wind. His wide blue eyes were misting with crocodile tears, a few dripping onto his tattered clothes. He reached up to brush his hair out of his face, revealing a single shock of blue hair amongst the jet black.

Eugene took a step forward, and the boy took a step back. He whimpered. The ex-convict held up his arms in surrender. “It’s ok,” He breathed, slowly kneeling down. The child regarded him with terror and a hint of intrigue. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” He picked up the apple, brushing the dirt off. It’s red sheen caught the kid’s attention. With how small the child was, he must be malnourished. Eugene’s hand opened, and the fruit slowly rolled back over to the boy. He eyed it before snatching it up and holding it close. He looked over at Eugene, an unspoken question glinting in his eyes. Eugene nodded, and the boy dug into the apple like a feral racoon. Juice spilled onto the dusty ground as he ate.

“Woah!” Eugene chuckled. “Slow down before you choke!” The little boy giggled.

That seemed to do the trick, as the fear slowly trickled from his eyes, being replaced with a childish joy. Eugene offered him a small smile, and he got a buck-toothed grin back.

“What’s your name, kid?”

The small child wiped his mouth with a tattered sleeve. “I’m Varian,” He said.

“Nice to meet you, Varian. How old are you?”

“I’m four and a half!”

Eugene raised an eyebrow, his smile dropping down to a concerned frown. Four and a half!? That was way too young to be by himself in the streets. He and Lance didn’t leave the orphanage until they were 12! Even that was too young! And before they left, they were definitely fed more than this. The boy was a stick! Why was he out here, left to the streets to survive or die? What pushed this child to steal to survive?

He cleared his throat. If he hadn’t, he probably would have started to cry. “It’s nice to meet you, Varian. Where... where’s your parents?”

Varian shrugged, digging his bare feet into the dirt. He was completely oblivious to Eugene’s mounting concern. “Dunno. Momma told me to wait here.”

Oh thank god, he just got separated from his mom. “When was that?” If it wasn’t too long ago, maybe his mom was among the crowd?

Varian hummed, deep in thought. “Uhh... the big lantern party.”

Never mind.

Eugene blinked, trying to comprehend. “The… the lantern festival. The one that was 6 months ago. That one?” Varian nodded. Eugene fell silent, completely shell-shocked by that revelation. Taking the silence as an invitation, Varian toddled over to Eugene.

“Sorry for taking an apple, I was just really hungry…” His r’s were slightly slurred, sounding more like a w. It was painfully cute. What kind of monster would ever abandon such a cute child? Big blue eyes gazed up at Eugene. “Are you mad?” he asked.

“Mad? Why would I be mad?”

Varian frowned, fear refilling his eyes. “Momma didn’t like it when I took the apples... I was just so hungry, and she had a buncha em in a big box, but she yelled at me.” His lips wobbled, lost in the memory.

Eugene grabbed his shoulders gently. “Hey hey,” he coaxed. “You shouldn’t take without asking, but if you’re hungry, all you gotta do is ask, ok?” He bit his lip. A small part of him really wanted to believe that he’d just gotten separated from his mom, that whoever he was, he was looking for Varian, but realistically… This poor kid was in the same boat as him. Thrown out into the world and told to get used to being alone.

What should he do? He can’t exactly take Varian back to the castle, can he?

...Can he?

No, he was still new to living in the castle. Maybe if he and Rapunzel were engaged, he could have gotten away with it. But Rapunzel wasn’t ready for marriage, so there was no doubt she wasn’t ready for this, either. Even if every atom in his body screamed to not let another child fall through the cracks like he did.

He sighed. “Varian,” the little boy looked up at him. “I….” how was he supposed to tell Varian? “Can I take you somewhere safe?”

Varian cocked his head, confused.

“You… you can’t stay here on the street, you need to be cared for, fed properly.” He added the last part to entice the kid. It did the trick, as Varian nodded.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“N… no, but I can visit?” That soothed the screaming in his mind. He held out a hand for Varian to take.

Varian pondered his offer. “Do you promise?”

“Sure kid, I promise.”

A tiny hand slipped into his. Eugene couldn’t help but marvel at the size difference.

The two entered back into the crowded streets of Corona, and it was like a switch had flipped. Instead of only speaking a few words when asked, Varian babbled happily about anything and everything he could, from why he thought the sky was blue to a raccoon he saw the other day. He was a little chatterbox, even with his cheeks stuffed with the rest of the apple. Eugene wiped up the spare juice that fell from his lips, earning him a giggle. Even the people around them cooed at how adorable he was. How adorable they were together, as a family. It pained Eugene how nice that sounded.

At some point Eugene had lifted Varian onto his shoulders, letting him see everything Corona had to offer. The excited kicks to the face were worth it.

“I was listenin’ in on one of the schools, through the window,” Varian babbled. “Did you know the clouds are made of water? They’re made of puddles! After it rains, the puddles disappear back into the sky and then come back down again!”

“Oh really?”

“Yea! The mol...molecools…” The word was stuck on his tongue. The fact that he even knew the word was impressive, what else did the kid pick up? Orphanages don’t have the best education, he knew that first hand, all that intelligence would die there…

No, stop it Eugene. You cannot take him to the castle. Even if he is adorable, and smart, and just like him…

Suddenly, he felt violent smacks to the top of his head. Varian was bouncing up and down, practically screaming in excitement.

“Momma!” He yelled, squirming off of Eugene’s shoulders before he had the ability to process what just happened.

Eugene chased after him, bumping through the shoulders of passersby, until he finally spotted Varian tugging at the pant legs of the apple seller. Varian mentioned his mom had a lot of apples… oh no.

He raced up to the stand. His cart had, thankfully, been left untouched.

“Momma, Momma, Momma, I missed you!” Varian sang. “I waited for a while, but you never came back, and I had to take food, but I know you don’t like that, I just was suuupeer hungry…” He continued his excited babbling, completely unaware of the mounting dread Eugene felt.

The woman looked down on Varian, eyes narrowing. She seemed agitated, almost furious and even… disgusted. Eugene’s heart fractured and fell deep into the pits of his stomach.

Oh no. Please, no.

Those fractures lit on fire when she saw the woman kick Varian away. The small child slid into the street with a cry, and the woman turned back up to staring into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

As if she hadn’t just kicked her son.

Eugene moved to intervene, when little Varian, undeterred, waddled back up to his mother’s side. “I’m sorry, momma,” he mumbled. For what, Eugene had no idea. The man paid the child no mind. He didn’t even blink.

“Momma?” Varian tried again. “Momma, I’m sorry I made daddy go bye bye. Can we go home?”

Eugene’s fire was extinguished almost instantly, frost curling inside of him, up his throat. He was speechless.

So was Varian’s mother. She continued to ignore her son. Varian’s lip wobbled, and a single tear fell onto the dusty path. That was followed by more, and soon Varian was letting out hiccupping sobs.

That snapped Eugene into action. He walked up to the stand, acting completely nonchalant. He didn’t thank the woman for watching his cart, he’d never forgive a mother who abandoned her son. Wordlessly, he pushed the cart forward, scooping Varian up as he moved. Varian made no effort to fight back or protest, he simply curled into the man’s arms and cried.

“I’m so sorry,” Eugene whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss into inky black hair. Varian gripped onto Eugene ever so tighter.

To hell with what Rapunzel or Cassandra, or anyone else said. He would not let the same fate that befell him repeat.

Varian had a home, starting today.

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