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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Minor spoilers for Xiao’s and Diluc’s backstory.

Yes, more xiao content. Oh and Diluc. Diluc is there too. I wonder who my favourite child is? Honestly, it’s probably Childe. Every time I write “child” I end up misspelling it to “childe”. It’s consumed me. But yes anon I love the opposites attract trope. It’s so nice having person A be this cute cinnamon roll and person B is the ew don’t touch me go away I hate you, just mwah 💕

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ]

Diluc HCs

[ Comfort HCs ] [ Relationship HCs ] [ Being Fathers HCs ] [ Jealously HCs ] [ Unrequited Love HCs ] [ String of Fate [Soulmate] ] [ Fainting ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao and Diluc: Opposites Attract HCs

Xiao

It occurs to Xiao one day that despite being alive for centuries, he doesn’t know a lot of people. Xiao has only known Rex Lapis and his fellow adepti and only just recently introduced this life to others such as Verr and Ming. It never bothered him and still doesn’t, he prefers his life to be peaceful and in solitude since it’s safer that way, but when you crash into his life with all your unrestrained energy. He’s a bit of a loss for words. The only other person he knows that acts similar is Guizhong, but it’s still a bit of a troubling memory but either then that, he’s never interacted with someone so...open with their feelings. Though he supposes that Hu Tao was somewhat similar but in a different way. Unlike the craziness and exasperated actions that Hu Tao brought, your presence was a breath of fresh air and sometimes he found himself caught up in your antics.

When Xiao thinks about it, if he were to ever find love he suspected he would prefer someone who was calm and independent. He wasn’t the most affectionate so he wouldn’t want a partner that relied on that and he liked the peace and quiet the inn provided. That was until he saved you one day and you felt it was your absolute responsibility to return the favour, even though he told you many times that you really did not need to. If you wanted to return the favour you could leave him alone. Simple as that. Which didn’t work and in hindsight he was glad you were so stubborn to hang around until you managed to find out his favourite food was almond tofu.

The moment that set in stone Xiao’s love for you is when he told you his past. When he was named Atalus. How he had been possessed and forced to kill against his will. How he devoured dreams and lived in agony before he was saved by Rex Lapis. He was scared that you would fear and leave him, only for you to slowly lace your hands with his and wept for his own misfortune. He’s never had someone cry for him and he realized that he never wanted to see you upset like this again.

At first your larger than life personality put him off a bit, how could someone run through life as if nothing was wrong? What would happen if you finally faced loss? Wouldn’t that make things worse? It wasn’t until he spent more time with you that he saw your point of view, that while he couldn’t adopt the same idea, he respected it and began to appreciate it. It was nice having some sort of solace in his day even if it was just for a few minutes. Something to get his mind of the darker things while you start chatting about this really nice old lady with a domain sized teapot.

Though, there was a bit of a downside to this. Since you bared your heart on your sleeve, perhaps in Mondstadt it would seem normal but here in Liyue, everyone hid behind some kind of mask so people found you a bit naïve and would try and hassle you. It always sent Xiao into a worried state when you left the inn to go out on your next adventure. Verr likes to compare him to a cat waiting for it’s owner at the door, but as soon as they return he acts so moody as if he wasn’t waiting at the balcony trying to see if he could see your clothing peak over the hill. He has no idea how she comes up with these ridiculous ideas.

Another “downside” Xiao discovers is that you have mini bursts of affection. You describe it as a those anemo slimes that pop when you shoot them, morbid as that description is, you’re not wrong. Your bursts of affection always manage to startle and embarrass Xiao, especially when he was with others. He wasn’t going to tell you to change yourself, never will he do that, but when you clasp his hands and tell him with all your love and shining eyes that he’s “doing such a good job” and “you’re so proud of him”. He wants to melt because wow, he never noticed how much he values your praise and how it sends his heart flying. But he can’t because Childe and Zhongli are right there.

Zhongli smiles pleasantly while Childe looses his absolute shit, which causes Xiao to kick his spear at Childe because he refuses to let go of your hands and hisses at him. Even when you try and scold him it doesn’t last long because this has become a weekly occurrence. Only now Xiao will give you a quick kiss before he goes off to gut Childe while you and Zhongli wave pleasantly and talk about how the weather is faring. Everyone that isn’t a native to Liyue think’s you’re all insane as they hear Childe’s screams as Xiao attempts first degree murder.

It interesting to see you both interact to outsiders. Xiao has his piercing yellow eyes and reserved demeanor while you’re this sweet and bright person. Before Xiao met you, people could never get a good look at the mysterious man that stays in the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn. But now if they came at the right time, they could spot a soft smiled man in green listening to a very animated talk with someone else, using their hands with a dramatic flair. That is until the man notices them trying to eavesdrop and the softness in his eyes drops and goes to irritation as he glares at them, curling a hand around his partner’s waist, and he let’s off a warning growl. His partner never seems bothered, only turning around to give a small wave in greeting, smiling as if the dangerous aura radiating behind them didn’t exist, before giving the man a small kiss as they go back to their conversation.

While you live a larger than life way, you also enjoy the small moments with Xiao. Xiao prefers to spend his time sitting above the inn and overlooking Liyue which you enjoy too. Resting near each other as you watch the sun go down is calming and takes the stress of life away. But sometimes you just want to bring Xiao out and have some fun.

Which ends up with you dragging him off to the pond near the Wangshuu inn, you wanted to catch frogs for whatever reason. Weren’t you both a bit too old to be playing with frogs? But he stands by and watch's you chase around the poor animals, tracking mud all over your clothing and skin, he can’t help but let a small smile slip. It isn’t until you end up falling into the pond after slipping that he’s on alert mode that he runs over worried.

Only for you to pop up and start bursting out into laughter. Xiao is stunned for a few moment as he watches you laugh at your own mistake, mud scrapped all over your face and clothes, the fact that you’re still in the pond with a frog on your head. He can’t help but feel his face fall as his mouth twitches into a smile as he chuckles along with you. He reaches over to try and scrub the dirt off your face but it only ends up smearing it more but you appreciate the effort. He carefully lifts you up as he carries you back to the inn. He thinks back to when you both first met, how he spent so much time worrying over his life as an adeptis and you as a human, but now those thoughts have been flung out of his mind. He wants to take your approach, that why worry over the little details of the future when you can enjoy the bigger moments you have now.

Diluc

On days that Diluc works as the bartender for Angel Share, if you come at just the right time when the sun was still high in the sky, you might be able to catch the ever distant man smiling and engaged with a conversation with one specific patron. Of course, this silly “rumour” was made up by the ladies of Mondstadt with too much free time on their hands but given Diluc’s reputation and demeanor it did make some travelers curious. Only for them to write it off as this special patron to be a green bard or cunning captain. One that Diluc surely did not crack a smile at. In fact it seemed to be the opposite. But the tavern isn’t so bad, there’s this nice individual that will listen to all your sorrows with kind eyes and a gentle heart.

As soon as the last customer leaves and Diluc locks the door, does he let his shoulder drop and he breathes a sigh of relief. Before turning and walking to you as he let’s himself relax in your embrace. He listens as you re-tell on the woes of a jewelry saleswoman from Liyue to how Venti is still getting ID checked at the Cat’s Tail as he basks in your warmth. He’s glad that this is what’s troubling the people of Mondstadt and not anything incredibly dangerous relating to the Fatui or the Abyss Order. He asks if you’re doing alright to which you grin and nod that everything was perfect, before placing a small kiss on your forehead and he leads you out back and into the night and ready to return home.

Kaeya finds a lot of enjoyment going to up to you and discussing his “concerns” about Diluc. It always leads to you fretting over his health and if he was working too hard and he should take a break. Diluc is whipped and cannot say no to you so he always begrudgingly let’s you lead him away as Kaeya smiles and waves him off. It’s gotten to the point that no matter what Diluc is in the middle of, unless it’s of the upmost importance, if he catches Kaeya anywhere near you he’s swooping in and leading you away.

Diluc has always been straight to the point, non-nonsense idle talk, but when you drag him away to simply lie down at Starsnatch Cliff just because you were worried about him, he can’t help but feel his heart warm. Watching you blow on dandelions and enjoy the peaceful winds of Mondstadt does he let his hectic life standstill.

When Diluc first met you, it was during his three year long journey to discover the truth of his father and the Delusions. You had saved him during his escape from a Fatui stronghold and explained you were apart of a third-party observer from the North. A vast underground intelligence network that approved of his actions and wanted him to join. Diluc, still deep in his anger and untrustworthy state of anyone, declined the offer but you still hanged around him. He didn’t understand why, and frankly did not want you anywhere near him, but you did save him. Something you very much liked to bring up, even after returning to Mondstadt. He couldn’t necessarily push you away and despite leaving the Knights of Favonius, he still maintained the same chivalry that all knights had.

From then on it had just been the two of you, him looking for the next Fatui base while you travelled with him as an “observer” despite helping him and being overly chatty. Asking where the next destination is like you’re some sort of overeager kid. At first, he really disliked your presence. A lot. In his mind you were a second Kaeya and after the events of what had happened, he might have been far colder to you than he should have been. He thought you were hiding behind the same kind of mask Kaeya did and that you were secretly some Fatui agent sent to kill him. But that never seemed to deter you, even making fun of the idea that the Fatui would seriously try and send an agent to con him rather than try and kill him outright with all the information he had on them.

You both had your clashes when it came to certain things, especially when it came to taking breaks and sightseeing. He felt that you were way too relaxed for something so important and you felt he was way to uptight and needed to stop running through life. But overtime, he found that he actually somewhat enjoyed your personality and quirks. While you could kick a Fatui’s guard head off if you tried hard enough, you would also drag him to feed the ducks by a pond. He had come to learn that you and Kaeya were different, you didn’t wear a mask and bared your heart to the world. He thought you were a bit foolish for doing that since you can never really trust anyone but you instead offered that not everyone was a bad person, that if he spent every waking moment trying to backstab someone would that really be a life worth living?

It’s during the lantern festival in Liyue does he really come to understand his goals in life. Writing down wishes for the new year to send off in paper lanterns is when he acknowledges his shortcomings and finally agrees to join the underground intelligence network. You offer him a bright grin as you cheer that he finally finally got off his stubborn self and you’re now officially partners in not-really-but-still-technically crime. For the first time since Diluc started his journey, he gives a small smile and let’s himself relax as he watched the golden lanterns fly through the sky beside you.

When he decides it’s time to return to Mondstadt and take up his position as Diluc Ragnvindr, he tries to not so subtly ask if you would want to join him. He knows that you still have ties to that secret organization and you probably have your own agenda but Diluc has gotten used to your bubbly personality, he doesn’t want to live without you. But his worries are quickly squashed when you tease him for a bit but slip your hand in his and ask where the next destination is.

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Gripping my writing hand, I went overboard and ran with it. I really want to write pre-hcs of how you met Xiao and a continuation of young Diluc and you. But I must finish my inbox. Also my joke of Xiao beating things into submission started all the way back to my first Xiao HCs of friendship. I did not know this lol. I just think it’s funny to imagine xiao doing it. I’m about to high five my past self.

By the way, should I break up my hcs more? I feel like they are actual paragraphs and that might be annoying to read.

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leejeongz · 4 years ago

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fluffy a-z JAY (enhypen)

requested: yes, by anon

a/n: as if i didn’t have a phat crush on him before </3 jay tunnel vision shall continue until the end of time. thanks for requesting!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

he’s very “selective” about his pda, an arm around your waist or your shoulder is enough for him and when he wants to be cute, a bop on your nose. when in private, he’s pretty much the same. he respects your personal space and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. when he’s “asleep” next to you though his arms MAY fall around you and start to hug you superrrr loosely :)). it’s not that he doesn’t like physical affection, he’s all for it, but he’s not sure if you are if you're not the one intitiating it. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post)

most of his affection is shown through endearing smiles and words of affirmation. he’s constantly staring at you with loving eyes, thinking of how he never wants the moment to end. he doesn’t say things when he doesn’t mean them, everything that comes out of his mouth is honest and sincere, when he tells you that he loves you, or that he’s proud of you, or that he’s happy to be yours, he really means it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

jay would literally start a conversation with anyone, he just happened to start a conversation with you one day, and you both realised pretty quickly that this wasn’t just going to be a one off chat. you were laughing and joking the whole time, and it became a regular thing whenever you saw each other since your schedules often lead you both to the same place at the same time.

i think he would be such a supportive best friend :(. one who knows you better than you know yourself, one who takes the time to learn every little thing about you, one who is literally like a brother to you. jay likes to teach you things, he likes to help you when you ask or when he can see you struggling. he is someone that you can rely on and someone that will listen and help you without judging you.

you become part of his friendship group since you get along with them all so well. he likes it that way as he can spend more time with you rather than having to disappoint one to be with another.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort their partner?)

he’s so concerned whenever he sees you upset or anxious :( he just wants to let you know that it’s okay to feel that way and that he’s here to protect you, but he doesn’t want you to feel suffocated by him when you’re clearly not feeling too good.

if he saw you crying, he’d be firstly asking what’s making you upset, asking “why, why, why?” in a cute tone with a little pout on his face. he’d have you in his arms too, holding your head closer to him so that you can cry onto his sounder or onto his shirt. his main aim is just to let you know that he’s there and that he’s all yours in that moment. after you’ve told him what was making you feel so upset, he’d either try to make a joke of the situation if it’s not that serious, or he’d help you come up with a realistic solution to your problem. he’d probably let out a lot of sympathy noises too, little “hmms” and “awws” because he wants you to know that he’s listening and hopefully you feel comforted by that.

if your ever feeling anxious, jay just wants you to know that he understands. he’s willing to help you in any way he possibly can (within reason) and helps you to push yourself whenever you’re feeling confident enough to do so without taking things too far. he always tells you how proud he is of you and how you’re doing so great. he wouldn’t laugh at you or try to make you feel silly for your anxieties and worries, however bizarre and foreign they may be to him, he actively tries to understand and sometimes researches more, not forgetting to tell you that you’re not alone.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How about kids? Marriage? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i mean, we all know he’s good at cooking! he likes to show off his culinary skills for you whenever he can and would rather have a home cooked meal over a takeaway too. he also likes the house to be clean and tidy, but whoever makes the mess should clean it of course, and he’s not afraid to complain when you leave a room with it looking like a pigsty.

settling down is a very very big thing for jay. he won’t think about it lightly. the relationship has to be special, he knows when the right time to settle down is and which person is the right person, he won’t rush into it with just anyone.

i don’t think he’d care for marriage to be honest. as long as he knows that you love him and that you know that he loves you, that’s all the matters, you don’t need a certificate or a ceremony for that. in the future, jay probably wants to have kids, just 1, maybe 2, but it’s not so important that he’d break off the relationship if you didn’t want to have kids.

E = Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

he really wants it to be equal. he doesn’t want to feel like either of you have more power than/over the other. you don’t have to act in accordance with anything that he says and his doesn’t have to act in accordance with what you say, you may be in a relationship but you’re still two separate people and should be seen as that. so, for that reason, he doesn’t want a dominant/submissive (passive (?)) relationship with you in everyday life, he just wants you both to feel like you are your own people.

F = Feelings (How did the confession go down?)

he would get SO nervous whenever he thought about confessing to you, his hands would get all sweaty and clammy and he’d go completely silent. but, saying that, he is also rather excited to confess, because that’s one step closer to being yours <3. if it didn’t come out by accident, i.e him just spewing out “because i like you” after you asked him why he teased you, i think he’d do it in a rather meaningful way. just the two of you, alone, (so that you can kiss him if you want to hehe), maybe even buy you a small little gift and hands it to you while telling you how much you mean to him.

G = Giggle (What makes him laugh?)

when you compliment him. oh gosh this boy goes all blush and giggly when you compliment him, especially when you’re in the dating phase.

when you give someone a deserved shouting at. watching you stand up for yourself makes him overwhelmed with pride, but he can’t help but laugh at the person you’re giving the grief to, just because of how tiny and small you’re making them look.

when you wear his clothes for the first time. of course, you look cute, but the mismatch of items really makes him laugh, he just has to let it out while engulfing you in a hug.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

aww jay is definitely a back hugger. coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and waddling around aimlessly with your back pressed against his chest. sometimes he says nothing at all, he just appreciates you and your complaints of how he’s distracted you. other times, he just asks about your day, general small talk really, before walking to bed with you to cuddle and chat some more.

less frequently, he’ll give in and hug you normally, resting his chin on your shoulder and smiling, wondering why he doesn’t do it more often. as he pulls away, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and tells you that he loves you, or that he’s missed you while he’s been working.

I = Instant (Do they believe in love at first sight?)

claims that he doesn’t because he thinks it’s shallow to base your feelings off of just someone’s appearance. he’s a little confused as to how you can fall in love with someone just by seeing their face, not even talking to them ?

actually, he does believe in it, he just needed to experience it to know. the aura and vibes that you give off attracts him to you in that moment. he feels a connection without even having to talk to you, he just knows that there is something there.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

he kind of loves it when he sees that people are interested in you. like yeah you’re hot, but you’re also all his, and he’s gonna show them hehe. he’d be all over your like a rash, kissing you delicately so that you don’t get suspicious or feel uncomfortable, or resting his hand on your lower back to let everyone know that they can’t have you.

if he sees you talking to a guy, he’s not gonna get pressed about it. he’s not going to ask you millions of questions about what you were talking about and who he is or whatnot, he actually loves seeing you smile from across the room and he doesn’t care who it is that is making you smile so yeah.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

shoulder ❗️ kisses ❗️ when he’s spooning you while you’re sleeping. when he senses someone is interested in you in public he’ll just stand behind you and kiss your shoulder. god he’s so cute without even realising BYE. (taken from my enhypen as boyfriends post). he also likes to kiss your hand, prince charming, eat your heart out.

he likes to initiate kisses, all of them. he smiles as he leans in, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth making his smile more radiant. he starts with a few tiny little pecks, reaching for your head whether you’re sitting or standing. the kiss naturally deepens and his body language mimics yours. when you kiss, you truly become one. kisses like this are heated, but don’t happen all that often.

L = Love Confession (How fast do they say the L-word?)

saying the L word is a very big deal to him, he really has to be in love, and he has to have been in love for a while before he can say it.

honestly, before he actually said it, he’d been thinking about it for days. every time he looked at you, he wanted to say it. you were talking to him, but he wasn’t concentrating on what you were saying, even if he really did look like it. you finished your sentence and almost immediately after you did so, jay said it, those three words. he was so content that he’d said it too, a small smile appearing on his face which grew bigger the more he thought about it.

M = Memory (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

the time you bought matching rings for you and him! he remembers you dropping off the small gift bag at his door a few days after you’d been shopping with your friends. he opened it up to find a black ring with a moon shape carved of it, and a picture of your hand wearing the matching ring. he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t cry, scurrying back to his room to put it on straight away. he’d constantly be fidgeting with it, spinning it around his finger and thinking about you as he does so. when you two were together, he’d bring up the rings a lot, he would never be able to get over how cute they were, but he’d always be a little bummed out that you were too shy to give it to him in person.

N = No (What's their pet peeve?)

dirtiness. leaving a mess anywhere. just clean it up if you can, stop relying on him to always pick things up when you leave them lying around. he can sometimes tolerate it, but it builds up to the point where he has to complain about it because it’s getting too much.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their significant other?)

green. sage green particularly.

everything with you is so natural and fresh. you were such a new character when you came into his life, you were and still are like no one that he’s ever met before. he felt he could trust you and be himself around you instantly. you bring him comfort even though you’re someone that he’s never seen before.

P = Petnams (What pet names do they call their other half?)

baby, babygirl/babyboy, honey, sweetheart, prince/princess all that good stuff.

his favourite name to call you, though, is darling. especially when you two are alone, he thinks “darling” is so much more classy, intimate and loving, which perfectly describes your relationship.

he also calls you beautiful a lot (because that’s what u are hehe). that’s more so for when he’s asking you a question, though, especially when he’s buying something for you. “do you want this, beautiful?” ahh he’s so cute :(

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he doesn’t have to remember, he just knows. knowing things about you is like knowing things about himself, he’s always ready and prepared for you to quiz him on anything because there’s no way that he can be wrong about it. even the stuff that you mention just briefly, he knows it. he’s also a very good judge of character, i think, so some things you don’t even have to tell him, he just knows.

oh and he LOVES to tell other people too. you’re his favourite topic of conversation, he could talk about you for hours and never run out of positive things to say.

R = Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

he doesn’t really care about the rain, he would just get on with his day as usual if he could. but not everyone wants to go out when it’s pouring down and he appreciates that so,,, did someone say karaoke??? he’s gonna be belting out high notes and rapping like his life depends on it. even if you’re not the usual type to join in, something about his energy makes you wanna get up and dance.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

you're his pride and joy, he’s going to do everything in his power to protect you. he believes that you can protect yourself, of course he does, and he doesn’t want to hurt you more than the thing he’s protecting you from, but he’s ready to intervene when he senses that things aren’t going as they should be.

if he can tell that you’re getting uncomfortable by someone’s presence, he’ll confront them and ask them to give you some space. he can get a little loud and aggressive with it when necessary too because no one should be made to feel like that.

it’s quite clear that jay isn’t the controlling type of boyfriend and so you don’t have to be worried about him being possessive. although he’d appreciate it if you told him where you’re going, just for his own peace of mind that should something happen to you, he at least knows where to find you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

okay so i see jay as the type of guy who cares more for memories than materialistic things, so that would definitely be reflected in the gifts he gives too. would probably book a vacation for the pair of you, or a spa day for you or something along those lines for your birthday or big anniversaries. also for your birthday, he likes to write you handwritten letters every year, detailing how grateful he is to have you by his side and how proud he is of the person you are today. saying all that though, for 100 days together, he did buy you a giant teddy which he noticed you kept propped up on your desk chair. he even named it for you too :((.

dates with jay are really chill and relaxed during the day. they mostly consist of shopping or watching a movie at home and are very much “at your own pace”. he likes that you can both just be yourselves, especially when you are only in that dating phase, as he feels he can get to know you better. he loves to please you too!! he’d rather do something that you enjoy, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy the activity himself, because he gets to see you smile <33. more intense dates usually come in the form of dinner dates, where you dress up and have a sit down meal somewhere. he puts in a heck of a lot of effort into these, he’ll be planning and arranging things for days before because he really wants to impress you (which of course, he does). he brushes up on his knowledge of the food that is on the menu and on the correct etiquette for the date because that’s really important to him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he loves to game. he has games on his phone, on his pc, on the tv, just about everything he owns, he can game on. so sometimes you get ignored if he’s gaming :(. he’d LOVE LOVE LOVE if you joined in, or if you asked questions or what not, but when he’s in the zone, he’s there for a good while and you just cannot seem to get him out of it. (call jungwon to turn his game off if necessary ❗️he’s experienced and willing)

V = Vulnerability (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t want to tell you things too soon. he doesn’t want you to use them against him and hurt him just as he’s starting to fall for you. but he understands that the only way that things can develop is by telling you more and more about himself. i think you’d have to start it off, telling him some of the things that have shaped you into the person you are today, before he starts listing off the hardships that he’s had to endure in order to get to where he is now.

by the time you’re in a relationship, he trusts you completely. you know things about each other that no one else, not even the people closest to you, know.

W = Why (Why do they love their partner?)

you make him feel wanted, like he has a purpose, a role to play. when he feels like giving up, you’re there to help him back onto his feet. you give him a reason to do everything he wants to do and more. you appreciate him in ways that no one else has ever done, made him feel things that no one has ever made him feel, you’re someone he’s never had in his life before, and he loves you for it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

boyfriend jay gives you the best massages, out of the blue. when he sees you sat at his gaming chair, his hands immediately come to massage your shoulders. when you lie with your feet on his lap while sitting on the couch, he starts massaging them gently while you watch tv. just as you got done working out, he’s be there with a nice ice cold bath already run and some spa music playing in the background while he rubs your thighs and calves. he knows he’s good at them and puts his skill to good use whenever he can :D.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, but other people love in a relationship?)

engaging in constant pda. just yuck, he wants his own space and he doesn’t understand how you can’t want yours either. he wants to eat and drink without you latched onto his arm, and he wants to be able to stand in line without needing to hug you or vice versa. it’s not that he doesn’t want to show off your relationship, he just doesn’t think that PDA necessary all the time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

sleeping with his eyes open lmao. kinda creepy but you know he can’t help it, he doesn’t even know that he’s doing it so 🤷🏻‍♀️.

to conclude, jay, this is an official proposal pls be our bestie/boyf

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #jay enhypen fluff #jay park #park jeongseong #jay #jay park fluff #jay park imagines

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hispipsqueak · 4 years ago

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Happy New Year

Bakugo x F! Pregnant Reader Fluff

Summary:

You and Bakugo have been keeping a secret, and plan to reveal it at your New Year’s Party.

A/N: Here’s some sweet fluff to end the year. I have a soft spot for Dad!Bakugo and had to write something adorable for him. I hope you enjoy it and your new year is full of happiness and love! Also, I had to look up so much stuff about pregnancy. I hope no one finds my search history :P

TW: Pregnancy. mild cursing. Otherwise, super mega fluffy!

“Why do they have to come over?!” Bakugo grumbled for the thirtieth time.

You looked up from the pan you were currently scrubbing.

“Katsuki...they’re our friends! Plus, we are going to announce the big news.” You looked down at your small baby bump.

You and Bakugo had found out you were going to be parents nearly 5 months ago and you both were extremely excited. You had waited to tell everyone until it was deemed safe by your doctor and with the new year approaching, you figured it would be easy to gather everyone you loved to spill the news.

Of course, Bakugo was going to make it difficult though.

You knew he was just as excited as you about the addition to your little family, but whereas you were open about discussing all your fears, thoughts, and anxieties, Bakugo was a little more closed off and channeled the extra stress into other things.

You went back to washing the dishes and felt your husband’s biceps wrap around your body, his hands softly resting on your belly. He nuzzled into your neck.

“We could just send a text and stay in together. Watch the fireworks from the balcony, relax. Plus, are you sure you want those loud idiots stressing you and the baby out?” He murmured into your ear.

You giggled and swatted him with the dish rag.

“I literally live with a walking explosion and you’re worried our friends are too loud? I mean sure, maybe Present Mic, but I doubt he doesn’t already have plans.” You trailed off, before he spun you around and lifted you up, bridal style.

“That’s enough, off to bed with you mama. You’re too snappy tonight and clearly not thinking straight.” He chuckled as you squealed into his chest.

“‘Tsuki, you’re so annoying!” You laughed as he gently tossed you into bed.

He crawled on top of you, pressing your body into the soft mattress and mountains of pillows you insisted on sleeping with.

“I may be annoying, but I’m also the father of this little brat inside you.” He muttered, vermillion eyes shining. You smiled up at him.

He had grown up a lot since your UA days. While he still had his hot-headed moments, he was playful and more considerate of your feelings and you knew he was going to be an amazing father. He even changed his screensaver on his phone to your sonogram, though he would never admit it.

“We’re gonna have fun, babe. It’s gonna be a good night with all our friends and we can finally be open about the baby. Plus, it’d be nice for our kid to meet all their aunts and uncles.” You grinned, thinking of how your friends would react to this.

Katsuki groaned, rolling over. “Kiri is gonna fucking cry, I know it.”

You laughed and curled up next Bakugo.

“Yeah...probably.”

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New Year’s Eve was finally here. You had been busy preparing everything for the party tonight and your heart fluttered at the idea of sharing your big news with everyone. Bakugo had to finish up some last minute stuff at the agency so he was going to be home right before the party began. You were pulling another tray of baked sweets out of the oven when your phone chirped.

You glanced over to see another message from your group chat with the girls.

Mina: Can’t wait to see you Y/N, I MISS YOU

Momo: Are you sure you don’t need us to bring anything? We don’t want to be bad guests.

Ochaco: We can also help set up if you need us to!

Y/N: I’m totally fine. Katsuki arranged for food to be delivered and Sero and Kirishima are picking up all the drinks for tonight. Just bring yourselves!

Y/N: Also yes, before you ask, I am making cookies.

Mina: HECK YES! :)

They started arranging transportation plans and you clicked your phone off, to focus on transferring the cookies onto a cooling tray. Once that was settled, you jogged upstairs to get dressed. Luckily, you weren’t really showing yet so your friends wouldn’t immediately know when you greeted them, but you still wanted to wear something loose and flowy.

You settled on a deep red dress that cinched right under your chest and opened in an A-line skirt. You rifled through your jewelry box until you found the necklace Katsuki had given you for your birthday. It was a large black teardrop shaped diamond on a simple thin silver chain. You reached behind your back to clasp the necklace and felt a warm hand enclose yours.

“I didn’t even hear you come in.” You smiled looking at your husband in the mirror. He finished attaching your necklace and met your eyes.

“I just got here. The food’s here too, so everything’s done. I just need to get dressed.” He said, twirling you around so you were facing him. He rubbed your tiny bump. “How’s the brat been today?”

“Surprisingly chill. Though the baby did require a couple pints of ice cream for breakfast.” You laughed.

“Uh-huh...blame it on the baby.” He chuckled and gave you a kiss on your forehead. You could smell the scent of his body wash, a spicy cinnamon musk combined with his natural caramel scent. He must have showered at the agency and you buried your face in his chest, enveloping yourself in him.

“Stop sniffing me like a dog, crazy woman.” He flicked you on the head and you pouted. He crouched down so he could kiss your belly.

“I’m sorry your mama is nuts.” He laughed before pressing his lips to your stomach.

You smiled. Though you were excited to tell your friends about the news, you kind of loved having this little secret just between you two. These moments, with just you, Bakugo, and the baby, were magical and felt so...pure. Untainted from anything.

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“We’re HERE!” Mina’s voice echoed through your entryway. She was dressed in a gold sparkly jumpsuit and her aura just screamed “Happy New Year”. She was followed by Momo, dressed in a sparkly green dress and Tsu, who wore yellow sundress. Soon the door opened again and Ochaco was ushered in by Deku. You grinned at her blushing face. Her and Deku had finally admitted their feelings for each other after years of pining and they were adorable together. She had on a cute pink knee-length dress that matched Deku’s tie, which contrasted nicely against the dark teal suit he wore.

The rest of your friends piled in slowly afterwards, with Sero and Kirishima carrying cases of booze. You had made sure to stock your house with plenty of non-alcoholic drinks as well but you knew the rest of your friends planned to party hard, since it was rare to all get together.

Once everyone made it in, and Iida stopped arm chopping at Denki for some unknown broken social rule, Kirishima raised his beer.

“Can we just toast to Y/N and Bakubro, for hosting this party? It feels like a million years since I’ve seen you guys.”

You giggled and looked at your husband. He rolled his eyes and looked at you nodding. You turned back to the group.

“Actually, we invited you here because of something else…” You looked down at your belly, and heard gasps.

“ARE YOU…?”

“You’re…?”

“Wait what…?”

Bakugo looked exasperated with the suspense.

“We’re having a baby, idiots.”

A loud cheer erupted from your friends and immediately you were swarmed by the girls, asking a million questions. The guys were clapping Bakugo on the back and as expected Kirishima was already tearing up.

“So manly bro. You’re gonna be the manliest dad!” He sobbed while squeezing Bakugo in a tight hug. Sero and Denki snickered watching this.

“Get off of me idiot. I’m not the pregnant one.” Bakugo growled trying to pry the redhead off him. Kirishima turned to you and started hugging you tightly.

“I’m so proud of you guys!”

“You’re proud of them for —”

A ribbon of tape wrapped itself around Kaminari’s mouth before he could finish his sentence. You threw a grateful look toward Sero, who grinned over his beer.

The rest of the night turned into an impromptu baby shower, with everyone fawning over you two. You were asked a zillion questions, everyone offered to babysit, and even Todoroki offered his quirk if you ever needed pain relief (which Bakugo immediately shot down).

“I can take care of my own wife, IcyHot Bastard.” He grunted through his teeth. You smacked Bakugo upside the head before apologizing to Todoroki. You placed your hand back to rest on your belly and felt a small flutter.

“Holy shit...babe!” You’re mouth dropped. Immediately, the room went quiet and Bakugo rushed to your side.

“What, what’s wrong??!” He placed his hand on your stomach and his eyes widened.

“The baby...the baby’s kicking.” You smiled, eyes pricking with tears. The two of you looked at each other and you could see tears threatening to spill from your husband’s eyes. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, seeming to forget where he was.

“I love you, I love you both so goddamn much” He whispered to you, before kissing you again.

“Bro, you’re gonna make her have twins!” Kaminari yelled out, before being smacked in the head by both Mina and Kirishima. You giggled and pulled your husband close to you, before he blasted his friend out of the house.

“Guys, it’s almost midnight!” Momo said looking at her watch. “Ten…”

“Nine…”

“Eight…”

You looked around at all your cheering friends.

“Seven…”

“Six…”

You looked at your husband, who gave you a soft smile back.

“Five…”

“Four…”

You looked down at your baby bump.

“Three...two...one.”

“Happy New Year!”

#mha fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #tw pregnancy #dad!bakugou #weebnation #dynamight

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tvdstelenaforever · 5 years ago

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Till UnDead Do Us Part

TVD Kai Parker imagine | Who is She? Part 3

Theme: Fluff, smut, death, car accident, torture (18+)

Other: Y/N pronoun is she/her and is a human, then newly turned vampire

Plot: Kai and Y/N fall into some danger in New Orleans which test their relationship and finally come to realise what they truly want.

Word Count: 7.8k

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this third and final installment. I really enjoyed writing this mini fanfic series. If you have any requests, then send them over! :)

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Klaus was livid. He didn’t know how Bonnie could mistakenly send Y/N to a prison world. Y/N had forgiven Bonnie as she knew it was an accident but Klaus not so much.

“Klaus, she said she was sorry. It’s not a big deal, I’m fine and I’m out now” Y/N exclaimed. Elijah could sense Klaus getting agitated so he tried to diffuse the potential angry outburst. “Niklaus, Y/N is safe now. She’s living with us so she’ll be in safe hands again” It seemed to work until Klaus caught sight of Y/N and Kai in a hug.

“I thought it was understood that you two would stay away from each other. I don’t want you to get Y/N into any danger” Klaus said in Kai’s face. This angered Y/N who was about to rip one into Klaus.

“I don’t understand why all of you can date whoever you want without being told not to. I’m sick of people being horrible to Kai. I’m in love with him and none of you are going to stop us being together”. Suddenly Klaus could see it clear as day. He recognized that aura and took a step back.

With gritted teeth, Klaus allowed them to stay together. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea but he could now tell that they were indeed serious about their love. Kai was stoic, not showing his true feelings but it was just to guard his emotions. The thought of being away from Y/N made his heart ache.

“Fine, but that means he’s going to have to move to New Orleans as I’m not letting you back in Mystic Falls. I’ll be keeping an eye on you miss”. Y/N turned to Kai, pleading with her eyes. Luckily he didn’t need any convincing.

“I’ll be glad to leave this hellhole” Kai retorted sarcastically. The idea of living somewhere else was quite thrilling to him, especially as he wouldn’t be known and judged. However, knowing the Mikaelson family there'd be a lot of drama.

It turned out that when both Y/N and Kai were in the prison world, Stefan had to make the dreaded call to Klaus. They all spent hours upon hours trying to figure out how to bring Y/N back so Bonnie was worked to the bone researching through grimoirs and contacting other witches. On the Mikaelson’s side, Rebekah contacted the witches in the Quarter to help alleviate Bonnie’s workload.

Finally there was hope when Bonnie found a passage in one of her Gram’s grimoirs. Rebekah gave it the once over and was impressed to see such an intricate and rare artifact. One of Rebekah’s contacts looked over the spell and confirmed that it was the right one.

It was time to leave so Y/N said her goodbyes to the Mystic Falls gang and left hand in hand with Kai, followed by her family. The trip back to New Orleans started off awkwardly and continued being quiet. It was going to take a few days to get back, so hopefully no arguments would ensue. Y/N kept glancing over at Kai for reassurance but he kept his gaze ahead. Probably lost in his own thoughts. She squeezed his hand and leaned into him.

Kai was just trying to keep to himself to avoid any conflict, he didn’t want an argument to start. Normally he would be his witty carefree self but for Y/N’s sake he’d be good. He just wanted to be curled up with her by a fireplace, just mindlessly relaxing. Kai’s aimless thoughts suddenly made their way to his and Y/N’s night of passion. She made him feel seen and heard, but especially loved. It was a feeling he never had before and it was out of this world.

He never expected to fall in love, especially with someone who reciprocated those feelings. Kai glanced over at Y/N, a single tear falling from his cheek. Through the rear view mirror, Elijah witnessed the emotional moment. In that instance Elijah felt compassion for the young heretic. Before, he noticed the reckless behaviour and sharp tongue. Sure he was still like that but to less of an extent. It was certainly an improvement, a hugely welcomed one at that. What truly mattered to Elijah though was Y/N’s happiness.

A few more hours passed and Y/N fell asleep whilst everyone else just kept silent. Kai didn’t mind, he was just staring out the window. Elijah was busy concentrating on the road ahead, so Klaus and Rebekah eventually starting chatting idly together. It wasn’t long before Y/N awoke from an aching shoulder. She rubbed it, letting out a slight sigh.

Y/N felt strong hands massaging her right shoulder, the pressure being just right. She closed her eyes, trying to relax. It was so effective that Y/N nearly fell asleep again. However, before she could there was a sudden scream from Rebekah. “Elijah, watch out!” Kai only realised the seriousness of the situation a little too late. He was quick enough to react though as he shielded Y/N from the sudden impact.

A bright light shone through the entirety of the car, illuminating everyone’s shocked expressions before the car was severely pounded into by the four thousand kilogram truck going the wrong way. The car flipped over several times before finally coming to a halt in the middle of the highway. Everyone would have scratches and bruises only to heal immediately, whereas Y/N’s fragile state was apparent.

In the silence of the aftermath, Y/N could hear ringing in her ears and feel her pulse throbbing heavily. She was bleeding from her scalp, blood dripping down her forehead. She was still in Kai’s embrace, her breath hitching. She was slowly loosing consciousness but not completely. Kai knew what he had to do, it was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t loose her.

He dug into his wrist with his fangs, drawing blood. With one swift motion he made Y/N drink from it. At first she objected but with enough force from Kai she gave in. Once she took enough Kai pulled his arm away. Everyone was still trapped due to the car being on it’s side. The smashed windows left debris scattered across the road, the sight quite shocking to witness. Luckily for the vampires nobody was actually around due to it being past midnight midweek. The truck that collided with them wasn’t in view as it had continued to skid down the highway and consequently falling into a ravine.

Kai used his powers to allow them all to make their way out of the car unscathed. Unfortunately Y/N had gotten a concussion due to the impact, regardless of Kai’s protective embrace but it was worse than it seemed. It was more than likely she was suffering from a brain hemorrhage.

They now found themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere, half way to New Orleans. Y/N was laying on the ground in Kai’s arms, slowly falling into unconsciousness. Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah were standing around them, worried about Y/N’s life. “We need to give her our blood before she...” Rebekah trailed off, not wanting to admit the possible outcome. “She’ll be fine” Kai replied sternly, wanting to be left in peace with Y/N.

“How can you be so calm?” Rebekah shouted back, who was getting visibly riled up. Blue and purple veins appeared from under her eyes. Before the situation could escalate even further, Klaus interjected. “Enough! Let me give her my blood, move out Kai” As he made his way to Y/N, Kai used his powers to make both him and Y/N disappear. The trio were left in bewilderment which was then followed by anger. “Typical Kai!” Klaus spat. Elijah tried to reason with his siblings.

“Niklaus, Rebekah, we can’t act in haste. I’m sure Kai is handling it. If not, then he will meet his demise when we catch up to him” he reassured calmly. If it weren’t for Elijah, Klaus would be on a manhunt. Not a quiet one at that. The three of them decided to leave the scene and find their way back to their home through any means possible.

***

Kai used his invisibility powers to hide them from the others. He had obviously overheard them speaking about getting revenge on him if Y/N died. Luckily for him that wouldn’t be an issue. However, as quick as he was listening to Y/N’s siblings go mad, she was slipping away under him. Kai heard her breath slow and he checked her pulse, squeezing her wrist. “Hey, Y/N?” he asked as he nudged her. No response. “Come on, wake up princess” Kai pleaded as he hugged her tightly.

Kai was sitting down in the same place an hour later, still waiting for his love to wake up. He knew she’d make it, he gave her enough of his blood. She was officially dead so if it didn’t work Kai would go on an angry rampage. Before he could become riled up, he felt Y/N shift in his lap. Suddenly he heard a loud gasp emanate from Y/N as she awoke.

Y/N checked her surroundings, clearly confused. “Where am I? Kai?” she asked absentmindedly. Kai sighed in relief and brought Y/N in for a soft kiss. After pulling away, Y/N needed some answers. “Why does my head hurt? Wait, didn’t we, were’t we in a...” she trailed off as she started remembering the past chain of events. With wide eyes Y/N stood up and ran her left hand through her hair. When she inspected her hand she saw some blood and caught eyes with Kai. It immediately dawned on her what was happening.

First it was the crash, followed by drinking Kai’s blood, then she felt herself fall out of consciousness. The time between then and awakening from her slumber was actually her being dead to becoming part of the undead. She shook her head, not wanting this to be real. “Hey, babe, it’s okay. I’m here for you sweetheart. I’ll help you get through this. I know it seems hard to wrap your mind around but it’ll soon be okay” he reassured. Kai knew that they had to get her to human blood before she died for good.

“But, I don’t want to be a vampire” Y/N said sadly. Those words made Kai feel a little defeated. He saw this as their opportunity to be together forever. “Where’s Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah? Are they okay? Surely they’re okay!” Y/N asked impatiently. “Yes, they’re fine” he replied coolly, not caring about them.

“Then where are they?” Y/N said with her hands on her hips. Kai knew right then that he had to be careful what he said, he didn’t want her to retaliate against him. “They left for New Orleans after I made us invisible to them. I wanted us to be in peace before you awoke. They offered to give you their blood to save you, but I had already beaten them to it. I got annoyed because I said you’d be fine and they got mad at me for it”. The declaration was very Kai of him, Y/N thought.

She thought better than to shout at him because she knew he meant well. She appreciated the gesture but would have loved to see her siblings as she awoke. She sighed loudly before grabbing Kai’s hand to pull him in for a hug. She needed his touch, shivering from the cold. Kai let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he relaxed into the embrace.

As they pulled away from each other, Kai and Y/N started trekking along the highway, hoping to catch a ride. Not long into their walk, a dark grey saloon car slowed to a halt near them. The window slid down slowly, revealing a young man in his twenties in the driver’s side. Next to him sat a young lady who wasn’t recognizable in the dim light.

“We really need a ride, our car broke down and got towed” Kai said with a smile. The driver and his passenger agreed so Kai opened the door for Y/N to slide in. He then closed the door behind him. He took Y/N into his arms to keep her warm since she was still shivering.

The journey started off quietly as the driver didn’t really engage in conversation. He only asked where the two of them were headed and agreed to take them all the way there. Y/N was starting to get worse as her body started shaking. Kai’s facial expression changed in an instant, becoming worried for Y/N. “We need to get you some human blood asap!” he whispered in her ear. Y/N hesitated before nodding in response.

They were finally nearing New Orleans after a couple of hours, Y/N still shivering but thankfully not becoming critical. She looked Kai in the eyes, silently letting him know that she needed blood. “How long will we be until we get there?” Kai asked the driver, hoping the answer was good. “In twenty” he said matter of fact. That was good, Kai thought. “We need to get dropped off at the hospital instead” he demanded. A nod was given in response through the rear view mirror.

Finally the hospital was in sight. They couldn’t wait any longer so Kai got the car to pull over. Kai lifted Y/N into his arms, running vampire speed to the hospital doors. She sat outside whilst she waited for Kai to get her a blood bag. When he reappeared, he ripped it open and handed it to her. At first she chocked on the blood but soon got accustomed to the metallic taste. The feeling of it trickling down her throat suddenly felt good as she squeezed the bag in a firm grip in her fist.

Y/N let the bag drop from her hand and licked her lips to get rid of the excess blood staining her mouth. Kai was eagerly awaiting her response. “So, was it good?” Instead of giving a positive reply Y/N bowed down her head, feeling ashamed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Kai asked worriedly, wrapping his arms around her. “I don’t want to be a vampire! This wasn’t meant to happen. I can’t Kai, I just cant!” Y/N blurted out, tears prickling her eyes.

“I don’t know what to tell you sweetheart. It’ll get better though, I promise. I’m here for you, I always will be my love” he tried to reassure. “I understand why you turned me, but I wish you asked me before forcing me to drink your blood. What if I was happy to die as a human? I love you, I do, but I wish I had the option” Y/N cried. “Just take me home”.

Kai was stunned at hearing Y/N’s true feelings. He assumed she was just hurting but deep down he felt as if she really meant it and not just due to the immediate shock. Without saying a word to each other, the pair headed off in the direction of the Abattoir.

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Y/N stood before her home, hesitating to enter. She really wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone, let alone her family. She just needed to be left in peace. Tears were threatening to fall but she forced them away. With a small intake of breath, she pushed open the door and marched through not waiting for Kai.

Y/N’s eyes made contact with the entrance gates, spotting Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah at the far end of the living room gathered by the coral sofa looking in the opposite direction. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before storming in, keeping her eyes on the right hand staircase.

Upon hearing the gate clatter, Klaus spun around to see the potential intruder. His eyes widened at the sight of Y/N. He was so relieved to see her but at the same time was anxious to hear what had happened with her. Elijah and Rebekah’s eyes followed suit. Rebekah stood up from her seat, ready to pull Y/N into a much needed embrace. She couldn’t believe her eyes. However, Y/N ignored them as she marched all the way to the bottom of the right staircase. Before Klaus could say a word, Y/N beat him to it. “Don’t talk to me” she yelled as her feet clomped against the steps, walking in the direction of her bedroom.

The three siblings exchanged a look, brows furrowed in confusion. Before they could discuss the matter, Kai walked through nonchalantly. “Where did she go?” he called after Y/N. Elijah gave his siblings a confirmation look, in reference to his previous statement about not needing to get revenge on Kai for Y/N’s life if she survived.

“Look who’s decided to crash the party” Rebekah snapped sarcastically, more to herself than anyone else. All of them followed Y/N, running vampire speed to the main upstairs hallway. Y/N flung open her bedroom door, not looking behind her as she walked through. With one swift motion of her hand she slammed the door shut. With wide eyes, Kai and the Mikaelson’s exchanged a confused expression. Was this what it really looked like? They all thought to themselves.

“What the hell...” Kai whispered to himself. As he took a step forward, Klaus grabbed him by the collar. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kai didn’t like being manhandled so he shook himself free and punched Klaus in the face. Klaus’s face filled with rage but Elijah quickly held him back. “Niklaus, calm down. Let him go to her”

He was still shaking but obliged. Klaus huffed off, with Rebekah in tow. “Kai, thank you” Elijah whispered to the heretic before joining his siblings. Kai was glad he had someone on his side outside of Y/N. On the other side of the door, Y/N was slouched on the floor by the window, leaning against her bed. The door creaked open slowly and shut quietly. She didn’t know who it was but she sighed in exasperation.

Kai spots Y/N sitting with her arms wrapped around her bent knees rocking back and forth, sobbing. Without hesitation he goes to sit down next to her, opening his arms for her. Y/N doesn’t budge, unwilling to face the world. They sit together like this for a while, not wanting to move. Eventually Y/N breaks away from Kai’s arms to look at his face.

“What am I?” Y/N breaks the silence. This took Kai aback but he had to face the reality. To him it seemed obvious, she must be a witch vampire hybrid like himself. But this theory was to be tested. He couldn’t be sure. Maybe it wasn’t Y/N but just the wind. The fact that she questioned it must have been her. Kai’s head was starting to spin. He needed to feed.

“We need to sustain ourselves” Kai blurted, pulling Y/N’s hand as he dragged her out the room. He was feeling rather peckish and knew Y/N had to feed as well. “What? Where are we going?” Y/N asked, perplexed. Ignoring her, Kai continued walking. They managed to walk out of the Abattoir without being noticed and blended into the crowd.

It was a busy afternoon with the bustling street parties and bands playing jovial jazz music. Kai found the perfect alleyway to catch their pray. Nobody was walking through and Kai was getting fidgety. Randomly, he grabbed Y/N’s face and kissed her roughly. Y/N pulled away, confused and angry. “What is wrong with you Kai? Stop trying to be reckless”. Instead of replying, Kai turned to face the person who’s footsteps he could hear walking down the cobble street. In vampire speed, he grabbed their neck and dove in. Fangs ripping into flesh and blood cascading down his throat, Kai let out a moan.

Y/N looked on in horror, not recognizing her love. Kai spun around and flashed a blood stained grin in her direction, motioning for her to come over. Y/N didn’t like seeing this side of him at all. When she wouldn’t budge, Kai huffed and used his magic to will her over. “Ugh, Kai!” Y/N yelled. Without hesitation Kai leaned in for another rough kiss. This time, Y/N relaxed into it. The taste of this human’s blood on her tongue made her feel fuzzy.

The blood craze was making her not see sense and so Y/N went to sink her own teeth into the poor human’s exposed neck. Seeing Y/N like this lit up Kai’s whole demeanor. He was finally seeing her accepting this part of herself. Unknowingly this was going to be the catalyst for Y/N’s heretic acceptance.

He grinned as she gave him a devilish smirk. When Y/N was satisfied from her feed she dropped the body which landed with a thud on the cold concrete. After discarding the body, the two of them decided to go back home.

Upon entering, the three siblings plus Kol were all gathered in the main hall in deep conversation. Y/N screeched with happiness when she laid eyes upon her beloved brother. They all turned to the sound of her voice. Kol’s eyes lit up when he saw her. She ran into his open arms, beaming happily.

“You’ve perked up” Elijah smiled. “I feel so much better. All I needed was some sustenance” Y/N replied, exchanging a knowing smile with Kai. “We really need to address the elephant in the room” Klaus stated, staring at Y/N. For a split second Kai thought it was going to be about him, but was eager to get this conversation delved into. They all needed to know what Y/N was, especially for her sake and safety.

Y/N shifted on her feet, feeling uncomfortable at the sudden spotlight moment. “Kai, you’re a heretic. You should know if she’s like you” Kol interjected. “But, how could I be a heretic? I was never a witch” Y/N offered. The sudden realisation hit everyone, Y/N was likely a witch before she died. Nobody, not even Y/N knew about her old life.

“We need to take her to the witches” Klaus knew that it was the best way to figure this out. Klaus and Y/N left for the cemetery with Rebekah and Kai tagging along. When they arrived at the gates a large gust of wind brewed, making the girl’s hair swish in the air. It was as if the witches were expecting them. Following their way through the maze-like layout of tombstones, the group hurried along. They wanted to leave as soon as possible. The witches didn’t like vampires hanging around there, especially the Mikaelson’s.

Arriving at the covered grave where the witch ancestors were located, Klaus coughed to get any witches attention, living or dead. Sometimes the live witches would be here attending to their own business. A young woman with long luscious mahogany hair walked out and greeted them with a cold smile. She seemed to know the Mikaelson’s very well but wasn’t too pleased about their acquaintance.

“Sophie, a pleasure” Elijah said as he took the woman’s hand in his to plop down a kiss. Kai had no idea who she was and didn’t care. He needed answers. Likewise, Sophie didn’t recognize the young man with jet black hair and deep blue eyes. “Oh, this is Kai Parker. Kai, this is Sophie Deveraux” Elijah introduced the pair to each other.

Something seemed to register in Sophie’s mind as the name rang a bell. “Parker, huh? The name is familiar but I can’t place it unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately, I don’t know” she smirked. Kai wanted to sucker punch the woman but at the same time thought she was funny. He rushed the thought away, not wanting to become distracted at the task at hand.

“We’re here because we have a situation regarding our honorable sister Y/N” Klaus started. “She just recently turned vampire but we witnessed a magic outburst. She flung her hand and slammed the door shut with such force it was most definitely magic. We don’t know if she was a witch before she died” Klaus finished.

Sophie pondered the question, taking time to digest the information. After a minute in thought Sophie grabbed Y/N’s temples and squeezed tightly. All of a sudden Y/N burst out into a banshee like scream at the intensity of the pain. She let go of her head and went back into the temple grave. When she returned she had some really vital information.

“I’ve consulted with my ancestors and we can confirm that she was indeed a witch before she died” as the news processed in Y/N’s mind, her eyes widened. She shook her head. Kai grabbed her hand and squeezed. Sophie continued “What’s really surprising is which family she belongs to”. Klaus’s ears perked at the sudden revelation. “Do go on” he demanded.

“Are you acquainted with the Bennett witches?” Sophie asked. The air seemed to feel thicker as everyone was shocked into silence. “In order for Y/N to be a heretic she would have needed the blood of one” Sophie relayed. Everyone but Sophie turned to Kai. Sophie raised her eyebrows. “Y/N’s a heretic because of Kai since she drank his blood to save her from dying in that car crash” Rebekah told Sophie.

“That would be the reason she’s a hybrid. That’s a powerful creature to be, she needs to watch her back” Turning to Y/N, Sophie directed this at her. “You’ll have a target on your back like Klaus when people find out, be wise who you surround yourself with”. The ominous message sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. That annoyed Kai and he yanked Y/N’s hand to escape this dark place.

“Great! We left Mystic Falls to move to a more dangerous city. This is just perfect Y/N!” he sighed angrily. “Don’t you want to talk about what I am?” Y/N replied shyly. They stopped in their tracks and Kai looked at Y/N properly. A tear fell down his cheek as he finally digested the question. “I’m sorry if you hate me even more because of this but I had to do what I needed to in order to save your life. You’re everything to me and if that means you want to leave me because of this, then by all means...” Y/N shut him up with a tender kiss.

“I’m more shocked to know I’m related to Bonnie” Y/N laughed against Kai’s lips. He scoffed lightheartedly, laughing afterwards. “I’m sure she’d be thrilled” he replied. The pair decided to go back to the Abattoir to get some much needed rest.

***

Soon word was spreading across the city among the supernatural of the existence of a new vampire witch hybrid with as much power as Klaus Mikaelson, maybe if not more. Most people were keen on staying as far away from the heretic as possible to avoid danger or death. However, one individual in particular had a plan he needed to execute.

The power he’d have with such a being was priceless. First he had to find a way to steal the young heretic from the prying eyes of the Mikaelson’s. After long hours of plotting, the young man had the perfect idea. He would implement it the following morning.

Light jazz music was playing in the street and Y/N smiled at Kai in their bed. “Morning Princess” he cooed. She kissed his cheek before getting up and finding some black jeans and a black peplum top. She then chucked on some black laced boots. “Damn, you look hot” Kai smirked. Y/N laughed joyously. He loved her laugh, it was infectious.

“Let’s go outside and join the party” Y/N winked. Kai just couldn’t resist so they left hand in hand. Once they reached the street they made their way through the bustling crowd. For an instant they let go of each others hand which was a massive mistake. Y/N tried finding Kai in the sea of people but failed.

On the left hand side of the street, the hunter followed Y/N’s movements. He had his target in sight. Perfect, he thought. He inserted himself in the crowd as he kept tabs on Y/N. As she stepped aside into a small alleyway, his eyes lit up. How easy was she making this for him? He laughed to himself. As he made his way into the alleyway, Y/N wasn’t facing him. Using his right arm to grab Y/N from behind and using his left hand to inject her with some sleeping agent, she fell limp in the strangers arms.

Y/N groaned as she regained consciousness. She tried to move her hands but was stuck. Looking down she saw that she was tied with duct tape to this uncomfortable wooden chair. She didn’t even know how she got here in this dark and dingy empty warehouse. It smelt damp and pungent. Y/N tried to understand her bearings. She had never been here before, she could be far out of the city for all she knew.

A clatter erupted from somewhere close by which caught Y/N’s attention. She could hear so well with her newly acquired powers and it was a little overwhelming. She wasn’t used to it yet. Finally a shadowy figure came into view from Y/N’s left. Only when the person came into close proximity that Y/N could take in his appearance.

The youthful captor had dark red hair, emerald green eyes and was wearing a navy blue leather jacket with a black shirt and slacks. For shoes he wore some black Oxford’s. His features were almost clown like and he was smirking smugly. Y/N felt an unsettling feeling in her stomach, something felt very ominous about this man.

“What am I doing here? Who are you and what do you want?” Y/N asked nervously. “So many questions dear, don’t worry I’ll answer them all in good time” he laughed. Y/N felt her skin crawl as she shivered. First he grabbed some plants which looked exactly like vervain. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realised what was about to happen. Y/N shuffled in her seat as she tried to move but to no avail. The hunter smiled sadistically as he slapped the bunch of vervain onto Y/N’s exposed arm. She screamed as it torched her skin with a burning sensation.

“So to answer one of your questions, my name is Nolan. Who I really am doesn’t matter” The next mode of pain was Nolan’s fist smacking the side of Y/N’s face. Blood trickled down her nose and her cheek stung from the forceful impact. She squinted for some relief. “What do I want, you ask? Well, I want your powers. Then you’re as good as dead” Nolan shrugged nonchalantly.

“But how did you find me? How do you know what I am?” Y/N asked. “You don’t think witches talk, Y/N Bennett?” Nolan laughed manically. Y/N shivered at his coldness. Of course, the witches were blabber mouths Y/N thought. Being part of the supernatural came with an element of danger no matter how safe you tried to be. The sound of the name escaping his lips made Y/N feel uncomfortable. She may be a descendant of the Bennett witches but she wasn’t a Bennett. She was a Mikaelson. Figuratively and legally, since Y/N changed her surname to Mikaelson when she joined her family.

Nolan was enjoying playing with his pray, like cat and mouse. He enjoyed using the vervain on Y/N, so he grabbed two lots of it in both hands and started caressing her arms from the top all the way to the tips of her fingers. An echoing of screams filled the warehouse.

Whilst Y/N was enduring her ordeal, Kai on the other hand was searching for her. Once he lost her in the crowd he made his way back to the Abattoir since he couldn’t locate her alone. When he arrived he spotted Rebekah and got her to help him. “I need you to help me with a locator spell. We already have something of Y/N’s in her room. We need to act promptly” Kai asked impatiently. With Y/N’s hair and Kai’s blood with the map of New Orleans, they began the spell.

Y/N’s location appeared from the blood smudges, highlighting an old abandoned warehouse just outside of the French Quarter. “Why the hell would she be there of all places?” Kai huffed. “She must have been abducted” Rebekah came to the sudden realisation. “Thanks, I’m going to rescue her alone. If I need backup I’ll call” and with that Kai stormed off.

The journey didn’t take long but time was of the essence. Kai cloaked himself to become invisible as he checked out the perimeter. In the interior, Nolan was continuing his handiwork. As Kai entered the building he could hear Y/N’s screams. It pained him to hear her suffer so atrociously.

Kai undid his invisibility cloaking and mistakenly bumped into the wall, consequently letting something clink to the ground with a small ricochet. Nolan snapped his head to the sound of the commotion and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the intruder.

“Hmm, who do we have here?” he hummed. Y/N was limp in her seat as she was worn out from the vervain burning. Kai used his vampire speed to reach Y/N but Nolan tried pushing Kai to no avail. He was just stronger than him. Kai started chanting a spell to help loosen her tied hands.

“There’s two of you?” he said with clear surprise. “If only I had known!” he exclaimed, delighted. Before he could continue his spiel, Kai squeezed his right hand into a fist with magic so he could strangle the maniac as tightly as possible, crushing his windpipe. He then fell to the ground, the life dissipating from his eyes. With a satisfied hum, Kai ran to Y/N. He undid her bound hands and feet from the wooden chair.

Her under eyes were purple and black from being punched several times. Vervain marks were covering her arms like tattoo sleeves and Y/N was slouched forwards, head touching her chest. She groaned as Kai lifted her up in his arms. She had no energy left.

Kai carried Y/N back home and placed her in her bed, pulling the covers over her. He decided to let Y/N rest until she felt good enough to talk with everyone.

Hours passed and Y/N eventually woke up. She called for Kai and he entered the room. “Can you lie down with me?” She asked with a small smile. Of course Kai would oblige, he wanted to smother her with affection. After a few minutes of silence, Kai asked Y/N about her captor. “Honey, do you know who did this to you?” He said motioning to her already healed arms.

“He was just a power hungry psycho that’s all. All I know is that he was called Nolan. No surname given, he was just a complete stranger. I know he was a vampire and wanted to use me to become a heretic himself. I guess torture was just part of the fun” Y/N scoffed, still upset by the ordeal.

The next few days consisted of Y/N relaxing in bed, sleeping, reading and snuggling with her love. Kai looked at Y/N briefly, admiring her soft features. Y/N wore a frown, deep in thought. “Are you alright?” He asked softly. “Oh sorry, yeah I’m okay. I was just thinking that since becoming part of the supernatural, I’m not so sure I really like it that much” Kai could sympathize with Y/N and he suddenly had the perfect idea.

“Babe, let me show you how good it really is” Kai replied with a sexy smirk.

He hovered over her and placed soft kisses on her neck, trailing down her stomach all the way to the hem of her jeans. He peered up at Y/N, smirking at what he was about to do.

First he pulled down her jeans and threw them to the floor. Then he did the same with her lacy underwear. Y/N bit her lower lip from being exposed. “I’m going to relish everything I’m about to do to you” Kai hummed. Before she had time to respond, Kai dove straight into Y/N’s sweet spot. He used his fingers to rub circles on her clit whilst his tongue swirled at her core.

Y/N gripped the bedsheets into her fists as Kai worked his magic. She couldn’t help but jerk her hips at the rhythm of which Kai pleasured her. A moan escaped Y/N’s lips, completely intoxicated. Kai pulled away, needing to see her face. Satisfied, he then decided to plunge two fingers into her and quickly pump in and out. Soft whimpers filled the room as Kai increased the speed.

Kai could tell Y/N was nearing her orgasm so he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them seductively, eyes boring into Y/N’s. She groaned out, missing his touch. It wasn’t long before Y/N felt her clit being stimulated again but Kai wasn’t physically doing anything. She raised her eyebrows when she figured out what he was doing.

Kai laughed at her realisation and slid off the bed. He undid his belt and yanked down his pants but kept on his boxers. As he glanced at Y/N arching her back in response to his magical fingering, he bit his lower lip. Her arousal was turning him on.

After a few seconds of admiring Y/N, Kai jumped on the bed. He caressed her leg and pushed her legs further apart. Replacing magic with flesh, Kai curled his fingers inside Y/N one more time. “That feels so good” She said breathlessly. Kai was getting increasingly aroused so he switched places with her and got her to grind on him, facing forwards so he could see her face.

Y/N started slow and gripped Kai’s arms. She dipped her head back as Kai was breathing heavily. He tried to stifle his moans but Y/N moved faster and with a little more force which resulted in Kai groaning out. His sounds were turning Y/N on so much that she moaned loudly against his lips. Kai gripped her ass and helped her movements. Y/N could feel him getting harder under his boxers and decided that she was going to pleasure him in return. She hadn’t really returned the favour so this time he was about to be treated.

She slid down his boxers and threw them away. First she sat on top of him to grind against him again as a warm up. The skin to skin contact caused a moan to escape both their lips due to the sensitivity. Once she was happy with her efforts, Y/N switched to using her hands.

Kai was shaking under her touch and bucked up his hips, totally immersed in his arousal. Before he could get nearer to his orgasm Y/N let go and Kai groaned in response. He grabbed Y/N’s waist and got her to grind against him again. “Can I fuck you?” Kai pleaded, the tensions starting to well up. Y/N shook her head as she kept her pace steady. Once she was satisfied, Y/N got up and this time used her mouth to pleasure him. Kai took some of her hair in his hands as she worked her own magic. As the pressure started to build Kai felt as if he was going to release. “Babe I’m about to...” He trailed off as Y/N went faster. She kept her hands firmly placed on his hips to keep him from moving around and pull out of her mouth. He moaned out as he came, the excess liquid dribbling down her chin. “Oh wow Y/N, I didn’t expect that. Mmm” Kai cooed.

Before Y/N could do anything, Kai flipped her over so he could hover over her. He pressed his body to hers and kissed Y/N deeply. His fingers found her clit again and moved frantically so he could hear her moan. Without any warning Kai lined up with her entrance and pushed into her. Moans intertwined between kisses and with intense panting, the tensions started building between their legs. Y/N rolled her eyes to the back of her head as her orgasm was nearing and Kai was focused on making Y/N feel good. Y/N screamed out as Kai pushed deeper and eventually they moaned in unison as they came together. Kai pressed his forehead to Y/N’s as he was still inside her. “I’m irrevocably in love with you Y/N” She smiled, then bringing him in for a soft kiss. “I love you too Kai Parker”.

“I want to be with you forever” Y/N eventually whispered in Kai’s ear, getting fed up with the constant danger. The memory of them in the prison world made Y/N feel emotional, missing their time in each others’ presence without other people. Kai gave her a knowing look, reciprocating the feeling. The constant danger since returning from the prison world gave them both the realisation that all they wanted was each other alone.

***

After some encouragement from Kai, Y/N built up enough courage to talk with her family about their wish. It was actually just a goodbye because they weren’t going to be told no. Y/N just didn’t know how they would take it, especially Rebekah. She paced around her room before trudging down the steps and gathered all her siblings in the living room. Kai soon followed and took his place next to Y/N, taking her hand in his. He nodded at her and she began.

“So I’ve gathered you all here because we have something we need to tell you. You may not like this at all, but we’ve made up our minds. We wouldn’t do this on a whim, and we’ve thought long and hard about this decision” Y/N started. She could see their confused expressions turn to somewhat of worry. “I don’t like where this is headed, Y/N” Rebekah said sternly. Y/N smiled sympathetically. “I know”. Kai squeezed her hand. “We’re going to ask Bonnie to send us back. It’s where we feel we belong. I don’t know if it’ll be reversible or not, so this is your time to say goodbye” Y/N finished. Rebekah had tears falling down her face, feeling the harsh reality of her words.

Everyone else just stood there shell shocked. Elijah’s eyebrows furrowed and Kol just stared at Y/N in disbelief. Klaus wanted to respond but was speechless. Then all the siblings exchanged a look, eventually coming to an unspoken agreement. Klaus was the one to break the silence. “Y/N, you do realise you’ll probably never see us again. The prison world is quite complex and we may not be able to visit you or for you to come back to this plane. We love you Y/N, and...” He trailed off, afraid to say what he was about to. “This goodbye is hard. You mean everything to us and we’ve been there for you since the beginning of your new life, and it hurts” He said, finally admitting his vulnerability that he usually never did. This stunned Y/N and tears fell from her eyes, blurring her vision. Klaus then went to hug her, squeezing tightly. This was the final goodbye and they knew it. Y/N was going to cherish this moment forever.

Then it was Elijah’s turn. His eyes were teary but he didn’t say anything as he brought Y/N in for a last embrace. As he pulled away Kol took his place. “I’m going to miss you sport” He smiled sadly after placing a kiss on her forehead. Rebekah’s goodbye was the hardest. She immediately bought Y/N in for a hug, lingering for the longest moment. Y/N started crying uncontrollably, feeling guilty. As much as she loved her family to the ends of the earth, Kai was her world. She would sacrifice everything for him, over and over again.

Klaus came back after disappearing for a while, and handed Y/N a folded photograph. “Look at this whenever you miss us. In your heart you know we’re with you sweetheart”. Then he emerged with a necklace. It had the Mikaelson crest on it and little crystals encrusted in the design. It was beautiful, Y/N thought. “Thank you brother, I love it”. Klaus unclasped it and put it around her neck before clasping it back together. It fit perfectly above her collarbone as the crystals shone in the light. She hugged him again, inhaling his scent to remember him by.

“We leave soon to Mystic Falls. I spoke with Bonnie and she’s expecting us later. I love you each tremendously, always and forever” Y/N said to them for the last time. Y/N and Kai took everything they needed and magically transported themselves to Mystic Falls. As they arrived in Mystic Falls, Y/N sobbed into Kai’s chest.

***

Y/N and Kai met Bonnie at the local park. It was a spot out of the way of prying eyes. “Bonnie!” Y/N exclaimed, delighted to see her. She waved back, smiling. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you” Bonnie squeezed Y/N. “I don’t know if you found out the news regarding us yet. New Orleans witches don’t know how to keep their mouths shut. I wouldn’t be surprised if it got to you here in Mystic Falls”. Bonnie looked confused and shrugged. “Oh, well I don’t know how you’re going to take this news then...” Bonnie awaited in anticipation. “So... I’m actually part of the Bennett bloodline”

Bonnie was definitely taken aback. She didn’t know if she was joking but if she was genuine then it was a pleasant surprise. She always liked Y/N. Instead of saying anything, she pulled Y/N in for a warm embrace. Y/N was relieved for such a nice response. She felt accepted by yet another familial relation. “You should definitely look into our connection Bonnie” Y/N offered. Bonnie nodded.

“So what brings you both here then?” She asked. “I hope you can do us a favor. We’ve decided to live forever in Kai’s old prison world”. Bonnie chocked, not believing her ears. “You what?” Bonnie did not expect this at all, it seemed quite irrational. “Do you realise what you’re asking of me?” Y/N smiled, nodding. It looked as if Bonnie was about to cry but she suppressed it well.

“Are you sure about this? It’ll be permanent” Bonnie warned. Both Y/N and Kai looked each other in the eyes and smiled, knowing this was what they truly desired. “Yes” they both replied in unison.

“Then your wish is my command�� Bonnie smiled sadly as she sent them both back to the prison world.

***

Epilogue:

Kai and Y/N were gardening, a newly found pastime the both of them enjoyed. Their magic helped them grow anything they wanted, and Y/N loved turning their back yard into a flower heaven. Tulips, lavender, poppies, lilies, and daisies filled it all. It looked like an expanding flower forest. Kai chucked some soil at Y/N and they both laughed, Y/N falling into Kai’s embrace and making out in the dirt.

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Uneasy Lies the Head - Dark Lord/OC - CAOS - Chapter 2

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Chapter 2 - A Spoonful of Cyanide Helps the Medicine go Down

Nothing helped strengthen family bonds like good ol fashioned murder. So when her Auntie Hilda asked for help lacing her almond cookies with cyanide, Samara hopped to it. Most people would expect Zelda of being the family member to lean towards murder, and they weren’t wrong. Many people overlooked cheery Hilda, expecting her to sooner burst into tears rather than take a violent course of action. How wrong those poor souls were. Aunt Hilda’s advantage was that people underestimated her and didn’t expect much from her.

So when Aunt Hilda brought her guest into the parlour, Samara made sure to stick to the shadows that always welcomed her, to watch.

Will you walk into my parlour said the spider to the fly. The poem passed quickly through Samara’s thoughts and she held back a snicker. It felt like watching the poem come to life as she watched their guest and Hilda sit. The plate of cookies sat so unassumingly between the two and Samara was practically vibrating in anticipation. Hearing about how this jealous woman had tried to bully her Aunt Zelda made the oncoming revenge that much sweeter. Watching Sister Jackson bring the innocent looking cookie to her lips, Samara felt unholy glee mounting within her and then a royal sense of satisfaction as the cookie crumbled into her mouth.

She could sense the shadows around her becoming affected by her mood. They twisted and twirled around her, wishing to partake in what she was. Samara gathered power to calm the shadows and bring them back to peace. She used them to slip into the kitchen and whispered to them as she always did.

Ever since she could remember the shadows had always been an entity to her. Yes, as witches they often used shadows to do their bidding; however with Samara it was like the shadows were a creature all of their own. When she had still lived with her mother Samara had often used the shadows as a way of hiding from the quick-to-anger woman. They were actually the reason she had ended up with the Spellman’s.

She remembered how the shadows had been quick to wrap her up when her mother had struck her one time too many. They’d made everything dark and quiet, but she could still sense the penny copper and the slick warmth of blood as they did what they wanted to the evil woman. She remembered the way they teleported her through themselves, it was like sliding through clouds with ice nipping her toes and sun warming her cheeks. When she’d been able to blink her eyes and see, she’d been in a cozy parlour with two women staring at her open-mouthed.

From then on she’d been Samara Spellman. Zelda and Hilda took a child materializing in a cloud of shadows quite well. Once the little girl had given information on who her mother was and they’d found the woman dead, Zelda, Hilda and Edward had easily taken her into their fold. So at the tender age of 4, she’d become a Spellman and the family had accepted all of her little quirks.

Edward out of the 3 siblings, had been a bit more cautious with or of her than the others. Internally he was bothered that he found a mere 4 year old to be cautious of. But, he could sense something strange about her. Setting aside the fact that oftentimes the girls visage would seem smothered by shadows; which he and his sisters learned were not just effects of the light, but seemed to react to the toddler like a creature all of their own. Not only did the shadows seem to warp her with physical darkness, there seemed to be some type of darkness that clung to and surrounded her aura. The reason Edward Spellman had accepted the estranged toddler in so easily, was contributed to when her quicksilver eyes had met his. In that moment, he felt like he could see all. He could see the darkness that lingered in her soul, the pain she had endured, the hope of her future with them, the loneliness, the gentleness and the sheer intelligence she’d stand to gain. What little he could sense of her aura and power, Edward knew that Samara would grow into a fearsome Witch that would one day do great things with the darkness that clung to her. So she became a part of the Spellman family and the rest was history.

“Sweetheart? Help me take out the trash please!” Aunt Hilda’s voice broke her from her reminiscing. Samara laughed to herself at her Auntie’s choice of words.

Samara took herself into the parlour where their undearly departed guest wait. She looked at the woman dispassionately and praised her Aunt for a job well done.

“Did she have a hint of what was happening?” Samara’s voice still held some of the unholy glee that filled her before Sister Jackson ate the cookie. Hilda looked up in slight confusion from where she was beginning to dispose of the rest of the sweets.

“Weren’t you in the corner the whole time, darling? I could’ve sworn that’s where you were when I brought her in.” Hilda mumbled the end to herself. Samara felt herself tense slightly as she normally did whenever she had to explain something about her Shadows.

“I was in the beginning. But They started to get unsettled so We went into the kitchen so I could calm them down. I didn’t want Them ruining the fun.” Samara’s voice was soft as she busied herself with getting ready to grab the dead woman to drag her to the cemetery.

“Ahh, I see. Well, I’m sorry you had to miss the fun. Now, let me get these in the bin and we’ll start digging, yes?” Aunt Hilda had always accepted any of Samara’s quirks in stride and Samara was always grateful for it. Sabrina was always uncomfortable when Samara mentioned her Shadows. Ambrose and Aunt Zelda were on the accepting but cautious side. They understood that the Shadows were a part of Samara but they’d rather not hear any tales of what they’d done or could do. Samara was easy to oblige.

She didn’t wait for her Aunt to return from cleaning up their afternoon activity. Samara grabbed the dead body by the arms and with gentle coaxing to her Shadows, they helped her lug the woman outside. She had just settled the woman next to where her resting spot would be when Aunt Hilda joined her outside. Her Aunt brought with her two shovels. With a quick smile towards one another, they began to dig. Samara felt irritation rise as her black hair kept falling over her shoulder and getting in her face. By the time she’d made the decision to pull it up, 6 feet of dirt had already been moved and they were rolling the body into the emptiness.

Samara and her Aunt chatted idly while they replaced the removed dirt. Zelda’s wedding the next day was a frequent topic. They spoke of how Hilda was going to help her prepare tonight and what to expect of the next day. By the time they finished replacing the soil, they were both covered in smears of dirt and grim. They parted to their separate rooms to freshen up, or in Aunt Hilda’s case, to get ready to leave.

“Alright, there’s some pasta in the pantry and juice in the fridge, and sweets on the counter. Non-poisoned sweets I mean. And I’ll just be at the Academy if you need anything. Oh, I feel awful leaving, my love. You just got here and here I am, leaving you all on your own.” Aunt Hilda was fretting. Samara giggled at her Aunt’s antics.

“I’m not a child Auntie. I’m sure I’ll be able to manage. Besides, Sabrina will be here with me tonight. And I’ll see you first thing tomorrow. I want to see Auntie Z before she walks down the aisle.” Samara wrapped her Aunt Hilda up in a tight hug and wished her luck on helping Aunt Zelda prepare. Aunt Hilda departed with a kiss to the forehead. Silence descended the house. Samara sighed heavily and leaned against the kitchen counter. She gazed out the window as the sun began to set. Phlox sat at her side and took in his surroundings. Samara perked up as an idea crossed her mind.

“Let’s go look and see what Aunt Hilda has in her garden before it gets too dark, Phlox.” Samara leaned down to pat her familiar on his head before walking outside. The air was cool but she didn’t plan on staying out too long to need her coat. Phlox bounded ahead of her and disappeared into the foliage. Samara shook her head with a laugh and strided over to the garden. She felt her Shadows brush her legs as they darted from under the flower bushes in the dying light. Amusement tingled her as she pursued the lovely collection of flowers, herbs and nature her Aunt tended to.

A beautiful purple Crocus caught her eye as she’d been fawning over the Belladonna. She was leaning down to inhale it’s delicate scent when some Edelweiss floated before her. Samara caught them and looked at the flock of them to her right. She was curious as to how they’d managed to float towards her but chucked it up to her Shadows being mischievous. She gathered the loose ones into her hand and headed back inside. She called to Phlox to let him know where she’d gone but the fox familiar remained outside, probably chasing some poor rodent or another.

Samara decided to spend her time waiting for her cousin to come home, by using her newfound Edelweiss and brewing some anti-nausea potions. She gathered all her supplies and set to work. As she quickly got lost in the flow of her favourite pastime, time flew by. Before she knew it, just as she was bottling up her brew, Sabrina was gliding through the door. Samara smiled at her white-haird cousin. And wasn’t that something to get used to. 16 years of her cousin being blonde and all of a sudden over one evening, her hair is white as bone. Samara quite liked the new look. As well as the bold red lipstick she religiously applied now too. Samara liked to contribute the red lipstick to being something she wore off onto her cousin, seeing as she had been wearing dark red lipstick for as long as she’d started wearing makeup.

“‘Mara! I forgot you were coming in today! I’m so glad you’re home.” Sabrina rounded the counter to embrace Samara. With a ladle in one hand and a sealed bottle in the other, Samara wrapped her arms around her cousin and squeezed. Samara had been close to her little cousin as they grew up, no matter the 5 year age gap. They’d formed a friendship outside of the familial one they shared as cousins. They’d been thick as thieves growing up and had given their family plenty of headaches. They’d become less in tune with one another since Samara had left Greendale, but the love and safety they’d shared with one another still remained.

“I’m glad to be here too ‘Brina. How’ve you been?” Samara pulled away from Sabrina and set her instruments down and began to clean up her mess. Sabrina sat down across the counter and filled her in on what had been happening.

“So I found out that my dad created a manifesto. He was trying to modernize the Church and have the Coven become more progessive! He went on about how it’s not only okay for Witches to be with Mortals, but it’s encouraged! How Mortals and Witches share a home and destiny. How women should be revered as matriarchs. And so much more! I presented it to the Anti-Pope before Father Blackwood could present his manifesto.” Sabrina’s eyes lit up as she talked about her father’s ideals. Samara felt herself warm as she learned of her uncle’s thoughts. However, any warm feelings she might have felt were purged as Sabrina spoke of Blackwood.

“Blackwood’s manifesto. What manifesto? What did it contain?” Samara’s voice could not conceal her loathing towards the man. Sabrina’s face fell into a frustrated frown.

“He’s created a society, called the Judas Society. It’s named after his son and made up of only Warlocks. He wants to throw the Coven into the Old Ages and traditionalize it. His manifesto is full of Witches subjugating themselves to the Warlocks. How Mortals are disgusting and we shouldn’t interact with them. How Warlocks should rule over the Mortals. Ridiculous, vile thoughts.” Sabrina spat out Blackwood’s terms. Samara’s face held disgust as she heard her cousin’s words. Satan help her before she ever bowed before a man like Faustus Blackwood. Samara could see her Shadows swirl on the walls around them as they reacted to her mood. She was quick to calm herself so they wouldn’t off put Sabrina.

“Well, if the Anti-Pope has a lick of sense, he’ll pick your father’s manifesto. Heaven, he might even get rid of Blackwood.” Samara grinned at her last statement. Both girls knew it wouldn’t happen but who could blame them for hoping.

The two young women began catching up on what they’d missed in the other's life. Sabrina had had many life changing experiences within the time they’d last mirror-scryed. Samara was content to hear all the changes. Her cousin told her about her Mortal and Witch friends. Samara was happy that she had both and to hear that Sabrina had a new crush. Nicholas Scratch sounded like a good Warlock for Sabrina.

“What about you Samara? Anything interesting happen in your life lately?” Sabrina prodded at her cousin. Samara had a smile gracing her lips.

“Nothing interesting really happens in Vain, Sabrina. It’s pretty much the same day in and day out. I go out and collect ingredients for my brews and craft. I make my potions and such. Sell them to who needs it. And that’s it. I might get the occasional curious mortal trying to snoop about but Phlox takes care of them.” Samara kept her boring proceedings short and to the point. There really was nothing extraordinary that happened in her life since she’d moved to Vain. She was sure that there was enough extraordinary things were happening in the Spellman household and hoped it’d stick to the rest of them and spare her.

“Seriously? That sounds pretty boring ‘Mara. You don’t have anything else to pass the time? Nothing even like a guy to occupy your time?” Sabrina tried to sound sly with her questioning of Samara’s lovelife; or rather non existent one. Samara hadn’t dated while she’d lived with the Spellmans. And that hadn’t changed once she’d moved either. She’d tried, don’t get her wrong. She’d met plenty of handsome Warlocks, especially during her time at the Academy. But anytime she’d been approached she’d been overwhelmed at her brain screaming at her wrong, don’t touch, run away, not safe. The red alert sirens and lights going off in her head had been more than enough to deter her from interacting intimately with any potential lovers. While she did occasionally get struck with envy when seeing couples act so lovingly towards one another, Samara believed that when the time was right, she’d find her partner.

“You know as well as I do Sabrina that there hasn’t been and isn’t anyone. Enough about me, tell me about your Nicholas Scratch!” Samara commandeered the conversation onto a topic she was more comfortable about; which was anything other than her lovelife. Sabrina happily ran along with this topic and hearts filled her eyes as she began telling Samara about Nick. As Samara listened to her cousin ramble on about her Warlock, her mind began to wander. She felt angry that she wasn’t here to constantly support her cousin through the many changes that had happened over the past months. She wanted to be here with her family more than anything, but her fear and hatred of what caused her to leave Greendale prevailed.

Samara remembered what it was like before she left. How happy and content the family was to all be together under one roof. While Ambrose might have been in exile and under house-arrest, he still treated his family like gold. Samara had been young and excited about the rest of her life; all the untapped possibilities. She’d been overjoyed to start her studies at the Academy of Unseen Arts. She’d already shown an affinity to brewing and herbology under her Aunt Hilda.

Her first few months there had been a whirlwind. Meeting new Witches and Warlocks had been exciting. While Samara had excelled in herbalism and ritual magic, she had struggled in sacred geometry. Lucky for her the High Priest Father Blackwood, Dean of the school, had offered his own help to her studies and what she struggled in. Her Aunt Zelda had been ecstatic for Samara and considered what fortune it’d bring to the family that the High Priest was helping a member of the Spellmans. Samara had thought nothing of it and continued on with her studies and private tutoring with the High Priest.

It was during her second year that her world tilted on its axis. Samara had continued to go to Father Blackwood’s office to study. It had simply become routine for her to. While she no longer required help with her sacred geometry, she’d often prod the High Priest for his thoughts on topics she was studying. She’d never thought it odd that out of every student in the school, she was the only one he’d offered tutoring to or let lounge in his office. She thought nothing of it until the night after her 17th birthday.

She’d had her journals for herbalism laid on the table before her; her mind racing a mile a minute as she crafted ideas and theories for her next lecture. She didn’t take notice of the way the High Priest had sat in the chair at her side. She listened with half an ear as he praised her for her thought and dedication to her studies and Church. She hummed her answers as she continued with her work. He went on about how she’d become one of the strongest Witches the Academy had ever seen; he could sense it in the darkness and power that surrounded her he’d said. She half ignored his ramblings, that is until he’d placed his hand atop her thigh. She’d frozen and pinched the quill in her fingers.

He’d gone on about how wrong it was for a Witch her age and beauty to be without companionship. How he’d be more than willing to oblige her. As he said this his hand had started to creep higher. If Samara had thought the feelings of wrong, run away were strong before when she was merely approached by an interested party; they were nothing compared to what was flooded with at that moment. Fear and betrayal had solidified her spine, her stomach and heart had dropped through her shoes. It felt like she was starting to float outside of her body, like she was watching a movie of this happen to her. She started to fear for the worst. Just when she thought everything was going to escalate, her body’s emotions were choked out by a hellfire rage. She felt this all-encompassing fury snuff out her other feelings, like an entity of itself. She could see her Shadows write along every surface they could, ready to act. Then nothing.

She couldn’t remember anything past that. The next thing she remembers is being at home, explaining to her Aunties that she was no longer physically attending the Academy. That had been the one and only blow out her and her Aunties had ever had. They’d been ready to force her to go back before she’d collapsed on the ground in hysterics. To the present neither woman knew what caused her to leave the Academy. They figured it had something to do with the High Priest, but any questions they asked were either brushed off or blatantly ignored.

Samara had excelled in her studies at home and finished them much earlier than had been planned. She had hoped that leaving the Academy would be enough for her to heal and avoid the High Priest. But she didn’t take into account the many gatherings they’d have at the Desiccated Church and his need to be there. It was soon after she’d finished her studies that she’d announced to her family that she’d be completing an apprenticeship with a Potion Master towards the South. They’d been devastated to see her go, but were content in the knowledge that she’d be following something she’d love. Her family expected her to return to Greendale once her apprenticeship was complete, but were saddened at her decision to completely leave Greendale and it’s Witch Community and to move to Vain, Colorado. Luckily for them, magic had made the separation much easier, scrying, astral projection and much more helped with the distance.

“‘Mara. ‘Mara. Samara!” Sabrina’s voice ripped Samara from her dark memories. Samara felt her Shadows gathering around her as she forcefully reminded herself to release her white-knuckled grip from the arms of her chair. Sabrina was leaned forward, concerned and wary glances being cast towards her and her Shadows.

“I’m fine. Sorry! Got lost in my head. It seems to be a common thing since I’ve arrived.” Samara grumped, taking a deep breath and relaxing back into her seat. She noticed that Phlox had settled himself on her lap and was chittering softly. She smiled softly and stroked his head. She sent out pulses of calm to her Shadows and watched as they receded and stilled.

“It’s been a long day, especially since you’ve travelled so far. Why do we head up to bed?” Sabrina soothed, standing and extending her hand towards Samara. Samara blinked at the limb for a moment before grasping it. She gathered Phlox up with her other arm and allowed herself to be corralled towards her room.

“Sorry we couldn’t talk longer. Hopefully we can more tomorrow. It really has been a long day.” Samara’s voice was a mixture of sorrow and hope. She grinned as Sabrina gave a squeeze to her hand as they reached her room.

“It’s okay ‘Mara. It’s good to have you home. Goodnight”

“Night, ‘Brina.” She gave her cousin a parting smile and hand squeeze before disappearing behind her bedroom door. Samara set Phlox down, who quickly scurried to the bed and began to nest. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed her temples and blew out a deep sigh. She was just starting to contemplate if it was worth the effort to rummage around in her bag to find a headache relief potion or not when she was distracted by a loud thump down the hall.

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LadyNoir July day 20: Trust/Protector. Thanks @lovesquare-squad :)

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Nothing changed. Their lips met and nothing changed.

At first.

When Ladybug's lips met Chat Noir's, she still felt numb and empty. Kissing him was nice, but she wished she was kissing him because he wanted her to kiss him, not as some sort of dying wish type scenario. Then he reached a hand up to stroke his thumb over her cheek, mindful of his claws as he wiped away her tears and started kissing her back. She pulled back and let out a shuddering breath, her forehead resting against his. He sat up and pulled her against his chest, kissing the top of her head.

"Thank you, My Lady."

"Lovebug," she whispered into his chest. She wasn't sure why she cared what he called her.

"Thank you, My Love?"

She laughed. "But I'm not your love," she said. "That's what got us in this mess. My love wasn't enough, so now I'm not your love."

"I was selfish," he said. "I was confused. I was scared. A scaredy cat, you might say. But My Lady..." He pulled back to look her in the eye. "I was wrong."

He waited for her to realize on her own. She had just said the thing about Dark Cupid, after all.

"You... you're not crying," she said. "Did it wear off? Or did..."

"I love you, My Lady," he said, brushing her hair back and grinning. "And you love me."

"You're free," she said. He wasn't incapacitated anymore. There could be a fight, they might have a chance! She didn't realize that the kiss had brought back some of her rational mind until much later. "We can't let him get our miraculous. I told him I wouldn't give mine up. He still wants me to get yours... I can feel him, but I don't know how much he can tell what I'm doing right now."

"If we release your akuma, will you be able to-"

"You can halt that line of questioning," Hawkmoth said, appearing at the top of the stairs. "I'll admit, I did not know that True Love's Kiss would work on those controlled by an akuma outside of Dark Cupid's love-related curse. But no matter. Lovebug, take your partner's miraculous."

She shook her head. "No. I told you from the start, I don't want to do that."

"You only mentioned yours, not his," he said. "If you don't take his power..."

She refused to cry out in pain as a jolt went through her, but she couldn't help flinching, curling in on herself.

"Stop!" Chat yelled, knowing words were worthless. He grabbed his baton and held it up, ready to strike.

"I have prepared for this day," Hawkmoth said, his aura of calm never wavering. "I will defeat you. I know how you move, how you think. I know that while she's in pain-" He nodded at Lovebug as she curled farther in on herself, a hand over her mouth to muffle a whimper. "You will be distracted."

Chat Noir charged at Hawkmoth, done with letting him monologue. He swung towards Hawkmoth's head, shifting his stance so he could strike out at his knees and try to knock him down. Instead, Hawkmoth blocked the baton with his cane and lashed out to kick away Chat's attempt to sweep his legs. They were evenly matched.

Chat and Hawkmoth fought as Lovebug fell to her knees, hand muffling cries as well as whimpers now. The pain steadily increased, and she knew with each passing second how much worse it would be a second later. She wondered if calling Lucky Charm would work while akumatized. But even if she got something useful, there was no way they could defeat Hawkmoth, take his miraculous, get out of the locked basement, and call the authorities in under five minutes. She would have to wait. Lovebug looked at the yoyo clutched in her hand, wondering how they were going to get out of this mess.

And then the pieces started to fit together.

"Leave him alone!" she screamed, her volume mostly to appease the pain. She leaned heavily on a wooden chair, pushing herself to her feet.

"Give me your miraculous," Hawkmoth called over his shoulder as he continued to fight Chat. "And I'll at least give him a rest."

Lovebug flung her yoyo at Hawkmoth's back. If she could overpower Chat, a miraculous holder, with sadness, then it should work on Hawkmoth.

Or would have, had his lightning reflexes not allowed him to duck, the weapon soaring harmlessly past his shoulder. He pivoted and used the momentum to try and hit Chat Noir with his cane.

"That's enough of that," Hawkmoth said. He held out one hand, the other still using the cane to deflect Chat's attacks. A purple butterfly emerged from Ladybug's left pigtail ribbon and flew to Hawkmoth's hand. He backed up from his fight and popped the top of his cane open, tucking the butterfly inside before resuming his attacks.

Ladybug felt the extra power pulled from her, like all the water in her body evaporating out her skin at once. She was brought to her knees again as she regained her hold on the situation. She was surprised for the second time in her life that she remembered what had happened.

Apparently if the akuma is recalled and not purified, your memories stay, she realized.

"Let's end this, Kitty," Ladybug said. "Lucky Charm!"

Hawkmoth grinned, raised his staff and said, "Fly Away!"

A key fell in Ladybug's hand and Hawkmoth, once again, vanished.

"Now we know how he keeps doing that," Chat said, walking over and putting his head down on Ladybug's shoulder. "You okay, Bug? It looked like you were in a lot of pain."

She nodded and clipped her yoyo to her waist so she would have a free hand to run into Chat's hair.

"Where do you think he went?" she asked.

"Anywhere but here, apparently."

"Where is 'here'?"

They looked around the basement. It was mostly empty except for a dining room table and chairs, a row of boxes along one wall, and a washer and dryer.

"You didn't know where you were going when you took us here?" Chat asked. Then he turned his head to look up at her. "Wait, do you remember?"

"I remember everything. Of tonight, anyway." She broke eye contact to stare at the key in her hand. "He gave me directions, I didn't know where I was going or why until we got here."

"We keep getting closer," Chat said, an arm coming around her waist in a loose hold. "Even after the mess I made of everything tonight, we almost had him."

"It was my mess," Ladybug said. "I didn't want to be patient. I didn't listen to what you had to say. I let myself-"

Her earrings beeped, startling them both.

Ladybug sighed and held up the key she strongly suspected belonged to the basement door. "We should both go home, get some rest, and meet up tomorrow."

"I'm going to stay and look around a bit," Chat said. "Hawkmoth must have some connection to this place if he had you bring me here, right?"

"Or he saw a house whose occupants are on summer vacation."

"Worth a look though, right?"

Ladybug gave a small smile. "Let me know what you find tomorrow at patrol?"

He nodded. Ladybug climbed the stairs and unlocked the door, peeking into the hall before looking back at her partner to wave goodbye.

"Ladybug?" Chat climbed the stairs until he was on the one below her.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you again? For real this time? No akumatization or magical overwhelming emotions between us?"

She nodded, and he thought the shy look on his brave Lady's face might just possibly kill him.

He kissed her. No tears this time, but both of them still quite a mess. Her lips were soft and she let him put an arm around her waist again, her fingertips making small circles on his scalp again.

"No matter what else," Chat said when he pulled away, "know that I love you."

"I love you, Kitty."

She kissed his nose and left.

Chat started his investigation with the washer and dryer, both empty and unplugged. He quickly checked the table and chairs for anything of interest and found nothing. The boxes were a little more interesting.

"Mom?"

Pictures of Emilie Agreste stared up at him from the first box.

Chat ran upstairs and looked around the rest of the house. He ran down familiar halls, past familiar doorways, and up to a familiar bedroom. In the closet, behind a loose baseboard was an envelope written with his mother’s handwriting.

This was his mother's childhood home.

Adrien knew who Hawkmoth was.

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greenparispavement · 8 years ago

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Marichat Week: Baton

Marinette paced incessantly, nervous and agitated. The reason for her near panic was shining innocentlyin her hand: a silver cylinder with a green pawprint caught the sunlight every time she made the circuit of her balcony.

Tikki hovered back, just as nervous and ansty.

‘So you’re telling me that he can transform back, but his kwami will be effected, and he now has no way of contacting me?’ Marinette asked. Tikki nodded, her forehead creased.

Marinette sat down on the deckchair in exasperated resignation. ‘That cat is going to be the death of me, someday,’ she sighed. Tikki just nodded sagely behind her.

=0=

‘Plagg; Plagg, calm down!’ Adrien was yelling into his cavernous room at exactly the same moment. The black kwami, of course, did no such thing.

‘I will never be able to show my face in public again,’ he wailed, floating around the room at an odd angle that made him look like a zombie and gave off the maximum aura of despondence. ‘The other kwami will repudiate me! They will strike me off the power list! I’ll never go to a quantac party again! And Tikki! Tikki will want a divorce!’

‘Plagg, I’m sure it’s not so bad as all that,’ Adrien tried, attempting to sooth the little black cat. ‘It’s only a tail, I’m sure once I get the baton back-’

‘Only a tail!’ Plagg squeaked indignantly, first puffing up in rage and then throwing himself in a desperate swoon over the back of the couch. ‘How would you like it if you lost your tail! Oh, the shame and ignominy, and having such an insensitive, unfeeling chosen!’

‘Plagg, it’s not like it’s lost,’ Adrien tried to reason. ‘We know exactly where it is. We couldn’t very well leave Marinette on that burning roof, could we? She needed a way down and we needed to get going. As soon as I can, we’ll tranform and go get it back. She’ll still have it right? It won’t have disappeared?’

‘No,’ Plagg answered sulkily. ‘She’ll have it.’

‘There, you see? No need to worry. As soon as I can get away I’ll transform, go to Mari’s, we get the baton back and everything will be back as it was! Come have some Camembert. Natalie ordered a special batch, fresh from the region, and-’

‘But she’ll know!’ Plagg wailed, startling Adrien, who had to admit that the kwami looked a little lopsided without his tail. ‘She’ll see, and that is already shame enough! No, this is the end, my long and valiant life ends, and therefore I!’ He floated to the dust bin. ‘This is where I live now.’

‘That’s where you usually live,’ Adrien replied, voice flat. However, he couldn’t deny that he was worried; Plagg had never refused Camembert.

Adrien looked at the clock. He didn’t have any more extra-curriculars today, and Natalie should let him be. But it was still early, only half past five, and it was not unknown for his father or his secretary to pop in unannounced to make sure he was doing his homework.

Well, desperate measures. He grabbed the bin and ran to bathroom, opening the shower and locking the door behind him. No one would begrudge him showering, surely.

‘I don’t want to,’ Plagg pouted as soon as Adrien peered down at him over the basket’s rim.

‘You never do, but the sooner we do this, the sooner I get the baton back, then problem solved.’

Plagg glared back fiercely, ‘She’ll see,’ he hissed.

‘Who’s she?! Marinette will only see me, so you don’t have to worry! I didn’t know you liked her that much!’

His kwami’s flat glare did not alter. ‘You are the most oblivious child I’ve ever met. Your father is making a hack-up job of all this. And to think, I usually choose street kids. They’re all whip-smart. But no, not this time! Serves me right for trying to choose a life of luxury!’

Adrien pouted at him, rather hurt. ‘Plagg, transforme-moi,’ he said in a monotone. He felt the magic wash over him, blinked as the light faded and then glanced at the mirror out of habit to make sure everything was ok.

And slapped a hand on his face to stifle the scream that reflexively tried to escape the moment he caught sight of himself.

He was wearing a furry loin cloth. Furry boots. Furry wrist warmers. A lion’s head over his own with the mane as a cloak. His mask was tan.

That was the sum total of everything he was wearing. Adrien had to resist the urge to cover his chest like a bashful virgin (which he was, thank you very much!). He swore he could hear Plagg snickering at him at the back of his mind; something along the lines of ‘if you make me suffer, you must suffer too’.

‘Ok,’ he said, taking deep breathes and trying not to loose his cool. He was Chat Noir, he could do this. Chat … leon? Oh lord help him, he didn’t even fit his own name anymore. But it was ok, it was ok; he just had to go to Marinette, retreave the baton- Marinette! Marinette his cute classmate, his class president, would see him half naked. In furry speedoes.

Plagg was going to get cheddar for a week.

‘Ok, let’s just do this and forget it ever happened,’ he told himself, throwing himself out of the window and promptly plummetting to the ground. Right, no baton. He was going to have to climb a wall to hop roofs, but first, he had to walk.

This was going to be so humiliating.

=0=

When Chat Noir - er, Chat Jaune? Chat … Leon? - landed on the roof behind her balcony, panting and winded, Marinette first jumped, then stared.

And stared and stared.

Who the heck gave him permission to go around dressed like that - not dressed like that - looking incredibly hot with his heaving chest and exposed musculature and oh dear gods were those pecks? Was that a six pack?!

‘Give me a moment, I can explain,’ he panted, going more and more pink the more she stared. Marinette tried to look away, she honestly did, but what business did he have being so gorgeous?! ‘This is my kwami’s idea of a joke. I mean, the object of power. I have. It didn’t like that I lost a piece of the magic. The baton. Thing. And so changed my clothes. Costume. Armour. So now I don’t have any. Armour I mean. Well, clothes too. And ….’

By this point, Chat was crimson in the face, Marinette was purple, and they were both looking at each other uncertainly. Tikki, who’d dived into her purse, gave a tiny giggle, and Marinette coughed to try to cover it up; it broke the deadlock staring contest between them, and Marinette pivoted to look at the wall.

‘Ok it is!’ she said in a squeaky voice. ‘You’re great! Oh I mean gorgeous- I mean!’ Oh, kill her now. She buried her face in her hands. What? What? How dare Chat Noir make her stutter! She only stuttered for Adrien Agreste!

Chat Noir - Jaune? Leon? - meanwhile seemed to be having some sort of epiphany.

‘You stutter when you’re embarrased!’ he said, as if he’d just discovered a new energy source that would save humanity. Marinette moaned mournfully. She hoped now, more than ever, that he would never discover her real identity. She couldn’t ever live with his ego if he discovered he could render her speechless just by going topless. Well, bottomless, too, one could argue. And those furry panties were really hiding nothing from the imagination and why was his skin shining like he’d oiled it?!

‘Well, Princess,’ he said, all traces of embarrassment gone - she knew it - ‘I am sorry for causing distress with my … appearance. I would appreciate if you could, perhaps, return my baton, and I will be on my way.’

Marinette hazarded a peak at him when his tone was not as teasing as she thought it would be. He was standing tall, his arms folded over his bare chest (she did not feel disappointed about that!). A dusting of pink on his cheeks was still visible, but his blush had certainly receded. He looked serious, all business. Marinette had hardly ever seen him without a silly grin on his face. The change, abrupt as it was, managed to worm a sense of worry out from between the mortification (and her suddenly raging libido, which she was not admitting to, no sir).

‘Are you ok?’ she asked, retrieving the baton from her pocket and gladly handing it back. He took it without changing expression.

‘I have caused you distress. My Kwami no doubt thought it was a good joke on me, to make me walk around Paris like this. But he- it, er, didn’t think of you. I’m making you uncomfortable I’m sorry.’

Marinette softened considerably in a place in her heart she did not like to admit existed (it did not, in fact, exist, no sir). Chat … Chat was a gentleman at heart, he’d always been. Seeing her uncomfortable must have really caused him to worry. And Chat had never lied to her - this was his Kwami’s idea of a joke, apparently. It wasn’t his fault.

(Sure, he had no business being that hot, but it wasn’t like he could help it. Shut up, inner-Marinette, we do not want to see his other baton, thank you!)

She’d just about seen everything else, anyway.

Oh dear gods she’d not just thought that!

‘Oh, it’s ok! I was just surprised!’ she squeaked, thoroughly ashamed at her train of thought. (Choo-choo! All aboard the express to sin-city– shut up)

‘I will take my leave,’ he said, bowing down, and Marinette had to bite her lip at the view it gave her of rippling skin and muscle. His face, though, was still so uncomfortable and almost ashamed. She couldn’t let him go like that.

‘Wait!’ she said. Chat, who’d already started to turn, twisted back towards her, just on time for her to catch him off guard. She dropped a light, feathery kiss on his cheek, then retreated back quickly when her hands threatened to linger on that warm, soft hard skin of his shoulder and torso. Silk on steel left a burn mark on her palms, and she rubbed them together to rub the impression out. ‘Thank you. For saving me,’ she said. She hadn’t needed it, but he hadn’t known, and had still handicapped himself in order to save her life. There hadn’t been any way to give him his baton in battle, not when they’d been separated, and he’d been taken over by the akuma before she could rejoin him. But he’d still done it, and then suffered a humiliating trip across Paris from wherever he lived, in a furry pair of panties, just for her.

The place that did not exist in her chest fluttered savagely. Marinette fiddled with her hair, then squeaked a goodbye and hopped into the open skylight, pulling it shut behind her.

She ignored Tikki’s boisterous laughter as she tumbled out of the purse in favour of holding her flaming face in her hands. Oh, dear Kwami gods. She was in trouble.

=0=

Adrien hopped home in a daze. A part of his mind was glad the baton was back, because that made the trip both safer from curious, prying eyes (and cameras) and faster. He was home in five minutes tops and walked right into the still running water without thinking of his clothes. Plagg shrieked as the transformation dropped off, but Adrien didn’t even give it a thought.

His hand, instinctively, had come up to protect his cheek. Water wasn’t going to wash off the feel of warm, soft lips, thank you very much. So he took off his clothes - one-handed - and showered - one-handed - and put his pyjama on and went to bed - one-handed. He only removed his palm from his cheek when Natalie came in to wish him goodnight, and asked if he had a toothache.

He stared at the ceiling of his room, cradling his cheek again. Plagg, who he’d been ignoring since they returned both as a form of retribution and also because he did not seem to have the brain capacity for anything but holding his cheek, finally landed on his chest, demanding attention.

‘Marinette likes me,’ he muttered to the expectant kwami. It had been the only thing rattling through his brain as he staggered around his room, doing things on autopilot. His classmate’s strange behaviour throughout the months they’d known each other had always bothered him - a bit like a fly buzzing around the room. It didn’t hurt you, exactly, but it did really tick you off. And finally, he had an answer, a solution, and it seemed so obvious now that he couldn’t understand how he’d not seen it before.

‘Oh, you noticed,’ Plagg replied. Smug little bastard.

‘You did that on purpose,’ he frowned at the kwami. ‘That wasn’t nice, putting her on the spot like that.’

‘You’re assuming she knows it’s you under the mask.’

‘She likes Chat Noir too,’ Adrien corrected him. Then, looking at the ceiling again and smiling a bit like a goofball, he said, ‘She likes me.’

‘Humph. And you say I never do anything for you,’ the Kwami said, curling up and and going to sleep on Adrien’s chest. But not even the tiny cat-god’s purring could soothe Adrien tonight; not when his heart was beating so fast.

Marinette liked him. Sure, he was sure a very large part of his heart belonged to Ladybug but … Marinette liked him. A girl he knew, who knew him, who went to class with him every day and saw him goof off and be good in class and nerdy in physicis and get his arse handed to him in fencing and… she was amazing too. Smart, creative, so good as class pres, generous. Pretty. Very, very pretty.

Oh wow. Oh, ok, oh wow. He also, apparently, had a crush on Mari. Who liked him. All of him. Heck, she’d called him gorgeous.

Adrien squeaked and buried his face in his hands turning over and curling up. He ignored Plagg’s grumbling as the Kwami settled against his chest again. He ignored the fact that his purring sounded smug.

Marinette liked him. He liked Marinette. Adrien suddenly realised that he’d unwitting stepped into his fist school romance, just like in all those anime he’d watched.

It was a long time before he went to sleep, his heart beating fast and a smile on his face that made his cheeks hurt in the morning.

Maybe Marinette would come to watch a movie with him?

Plagg, the smug bastard, just flicked his newly-reacquired tail in satisfaction, privately hoping Tikki had enjoyed the show as much as he had.

=0=

#marichat week #joint effort #drabble collab #baton #maricat #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agrest #chat noir #miraculou ladybug #ladybug #drabble #fanfic

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taikoturtle · 8 years ago

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Mini Trimberly fic

Dedicated to @gay-ass-sideblog who gave me the tumblr prompt “telling the rest of the rangers they’re together”. I couldn’t start writing until after work and I had a million ideas for this (initially more humorous I don’t know what happened??) but I hope you enjoy it. :)

Read it on AO3

Rated M? Some allusions to sex, a little bit of violence, but nothing too crazy.

More under the cut

“Trini, we should really–”

The rest of Kimberly’s words catch in her throat as the shorter girl’s mouth presses against her neck in a series of feverish kisses, each one shooting waves of heat through her body and melting her from the inside out.

Kimberly’s breath exhales in shaky, drawn out bursts as if she was actually in control of the relentless desire boiling to the surface, but she knows it’s a damn lie and just a couple more minutes is all it would take to hurl her past the point of no return.

They shouldn’t be doing this – especially not here of all places.

Kimberly can feel the cool tile of the girl’s bathroom wall at school rubbing against her back – a stark contrast to the raging inferno of her skin – as Trini closes whatever miniscule gap that remained between their bodies by leaning in with all her weight. Her heart hammers away in her chest with such force that she’s almost certain Trini can feel it too.

She feels a hand snake under her shirt and palm at her stomach. Trini’s hands are the perfect mixture of soft and gentle, yet firmly demanding and her touch instantly short-circuits Kimberly’s senses. A quiet moan escapes her lips, surprising her enough into a vaguely lucid state long enough to string words together.

“I’m… missing AP biology… r-right now.”

Trini pauses and laughs – an actual genuine laugh – relenting in her onslaught for a brief moment to address her concerns.

“This ain’t enough bio for you, princess?”

Her breath is hot against her skin and Kimberly shudders involuntarily as a small smile tugs at her lips. “God, you’re so lame.”

“Whatever, you know you like it.”

In a flash, Trini’s lips are back on her neck, her teeth biting down just hard enough to elicit another moan, much louder than before, as Kimberly throws her head back against the wall because she's definitely loving this.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she’s far beyond the point of self-control, so she figures fuck it, who even needs bio these days? It’s not like missing one class will be the end of the world.

So she squeezes Trini tighter, drawing her in closer than anyone has ever been before, closer to her heart than she’d ever admit out loud, and lets herself get lost in the moment.

Kimberly doesn’t know when it started.

Sure, she can pinpoint the exact moment when she thought holy shit this girl is hot – it was while they were doing just a routine training, because goddamn the vivid image of Trini in a low-cut tanktop with glistening skin – but the gradual developing feelings over time? Hell no.

Was it their first one-on-one at their favorite coffee shop?

Or was it when she pulled Trini down into the ravine for the first time? Her eyes wide all at once with fear, shock, and rage as if shouting I can’t believe you just fucking tricked me.

Could it have been when they were being pushed back into the pit against Goldar, hope seemingly lost and their lives all but forfeit?

No, she doesn’t know when it started but what she does know now is that she’s falling hard for this pint-sized, feisty ranger and she really couldn’t care less.

About a month after Rita Repulsa’s failed attack on Angel Grove, they were fighting off another terrible villain claiming to be all-powerful and beyond their mortal comprehension. With a name like Lord Zedd? Yeah right, whatever.

Regardless, he gave them a good run for their money, what with a large zord to match their own and immense strength in his own right, but more importantly he essentially served as the catalyst to Kimberly’s emotional epiphany.

Trini’s zord had been struck hard by an oversized monster, courtesy of Lord Zedd, and launched into a hill before catching fire. She struggled to crawl out of the cockpit amidst the burning flames and though she seemed to be holding up just fine, the moment she stood up on the snout of her sabertooth tiger her legs gave way and her body collapsed like a rag doll.

All the way up in the sky, Kimberly sensed Trini’s energy slowly beginning to fade, and when she laid eyes on her crumpled figure, something in her utterly snapped.

Screaming with fury, she unleashed a maelstrom of rockets and lasers - any and every firepower at her disposal she just let the monster have it. The Ptera zord rained down destruction on the oversized beast, and though the others followed suit with their own range of weaponry, nothing rivaled the unbridled rage coursing through Kimberly’s veins.

When the dust settled and the monster was vanquished, Kimberly piloted her zord over to be the first one over to Trini. Leaping down from her own machine midair, she landed roughly in a somersaulting roll before skidding to a stop by the yellow ranger.

She yanked off Trini’s helmet to give her more space to breathe, revealing a scratched up, battered face, and it took all of Kimberly’s willpower not to scream and break down into a sobbing mess.

“Trini. Trini! Don’t you dare do this to me!”

She pulled the smaller girl into her arms and cradled her tenderly before it suddenly hit her like a tidal wave. Flashes of memories, snippets of their time together brief as it may have been, but it all came together and inundated her senses with unbearable emotions until she was one step away from the edge of oblivion. Kimberly cared for her on such a deep level that she felt like a blindsided fool for not knowing how she couldn’t recognize it before.

This moment of loss, this level of absence, the absolute void that was threatening to form in her heart and swallow her whole - it all pointed to one glaring conclusion that seemed so painfully obvious in retrospect.

Pulling off her own helmet, Kimberly pressed her forehead to Trini’s and felt warm tears trickle down her cheeks.

“You dummy. Don’t leave me. You can’t leave me - please. ”

The rest of the zords started to catch up to their location and through the cacophony of grinding metal and roaring flames licking up around their surroundings, Kimberly could only focus on the rough cough that reverberated through Trini’s body like a miracle.

“W-who you callin’ a dummy?”

Kimberly didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry, and instead managed an ugly combination of the two resulting in an unceremonious choked snorting sound. It was ugly and on any other day she’d loathe for anyone to hear it, but all that mattered was that Trini was safe in her arms and very much alive.

Trini’s arms wrapped loosely around Kimberly for support in more ways than one and she whispered weakly for just her to hear.

“I’ll never leave you.”

The bond between the two shifted that day. Kimberly hated herself for not realizing how she felt sooner, how it took Trini nearly dying again for her to see it so crystal clear, but somewhere along the journey of becoming rangers together and fighting off evil, she developed feelings for this feisty yellow ranger and now she can't imagine her life without Trini in it.

“We’re going to have to tell the others.”

Kimberly munches on a donut thoughtfully as Trini’s words cut through the mellow drone of ambient noise in their favorite coffee shop.

“I mean, c’mon, you know they’ll find out eventually. Especially Zack. The dude is insane and can probably hear us talking about him right now through weird telepathy or some shit. Plus what if this affects our morphing abilities?”

Trini takes a bite of her own donut covered with a healthy layer of sugar, and though her words always poke fun at their black ranger comrade, Kimberly knows it’s always just a front – Trini and Zack are nearly inseparable. They’re the dynamic duo of mayhem to the point where if Trini isn’t with Kimberly, then they know she’s with Zack.

It’s a ‘bromance’ made in heaven, according to Zack who enjoys exclaiming this fact out loud as they train against putties, to which Trini merely rolls her eyes with exasperation in response, but when she turns away and thinks nobody is watching, a small grin overtakes her features. It’s a minute gesture that never escapes Kimberly and reminds her that becoming the power rangers meant welcoming a new formed family.

No matter how rough things may get, they know they would always have each other.

With their powers constantly keeping them finely in tune with one another though, Trini does make a valid point that any secrets could possibly begin to disrupt their synchronicity.

Shrugging nonchalantly, Kimberly keeps her gaze averted to her half-eaten donut rather than look the other girl in the eyes.

“We’ll tell them. Eventually.”

The clatter of cups and chatting customers fills the gap of silence that follows, and when Trini doesn’t respond, Kimberly glances up and her heart sinks. Trini’s shoulders are slumped, her eyes low and crestfallen, and her overall aura likens to that of a deflating balloon.

Kimberly can practically feel Trini’s disappointment as her own, radiating out in a near tangible fashion, as if it’s reaching out and touching her soul through their power ranger connection, and suddenly her heart feels suffocated and heavy like an anchor cast out at sea.

She reaches out and takes Trini’s free hand in her own, lacing their fingers together in a comfortable, intimate grip as if they were made for each other, and gives her a reassuring squeeze.

I’m not ashamed of you, I swear.

These words flash through Kimberly’s mind and as Trini looks up and into her eyes, the pain in her chest diminishes somewhat.

She knows telepathy isn’t a thing, or at least she really hopes it isn’t considering all of the things that have run through her mind when they’re alone together, but she can’t seem to find the right words to say to put Trini at ease.

Truth be told, Kimberly doesn’t know why they haven’t told the rest of the group. It’s always boiled down to ‘this just isn’t the best time’ or something along those lines, but honestly when is it ever a good time?

There’s no fear as to whether the group would accept it, seeing as how they seemed fine when Trini made her nondescript declaration at the campfire some odd months ago, so that reason for hesitation is out of the picture.

Nobody seemed romantically interested in anybody else within the group, as far as she could tell anyways, so no toes would be stepped on and no feelings would be hurt. Another reason for hesitation scratched off.

So that settles it.

“We can say something by the end of the week. That sound okay to you?”

Kimberly proposes a sort of pseudo-ultimatum, one that if it fails to follow through wouldn’t spell the end of the world, but would still mean a great deal to Trini.

Nodding with renewed vigor and higher spirits, Trini cocks her head to the side and smiles gratefully.

“Sounds perfect.”

“Where are Trini and Kimberly? They were supposed to be here by now!”

Jason paces around the cliff top above the ravine, dust kicking up in his wake as he checks his watch every couple of minutes as if it would help the two girls magically appear out of thin air.

“W-well they have been acting awfully strange this past week. Perhaps they are in the middle of an argument? Maybe some personal issues have arisen?” Billy proposes, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the absent rangers.

“Personal or not, we have training to keep up with,” Jason retorts, annoyance dripping in his words, “and we have to stick by it or we’re going to get our butts kicked if we start getting lazy.”

A light breeze blows through the air, rustling the plants and adding to the dust kicking up from Jason’s impatience. Nobody could blame him though. The bright overhead sun, coupled with relatively clear skies spells the perfect day for outdoor activities. Biking, hiking, sports, pretty much anything would be better than being cooped up in an underground alien facility yet here they are, ready to put in their time.

“Dude, let’s just start without them. I’m sure they’ll catch up later,” says Zack before diving down into the water below.

Billy shrugs his shoulders in agreement. “We shouldn’t be held back from our training just because the girls are late. I do believe we should begin and they’ll get here when they get here.”

Grumbling because it’s definitely not okay for members of their team to just go rogue, Jason finally acquiesces and figures he has no other choice but to go along with the members who are actually present.

“Fine, you’re right. We’ll get started on our own, but if they’re not here in a half hour then I’m going to go looking for them. They could just be slacking off but what if there’s a problem? What if they ran into trouble? What if--“

His voice trails off and images of Rita flashes through his mind and he thinks of the terrible things that almost came to pass. He thinks of his team who he led recklessly into danger, of his team who was willing to die with him to defend the world, of his team member who actually did die to selflessly protect everyone.

A hand rests on his shoulder and Jason looks up into Billy’s twinkling eyes, his infectiously optimistic smile lifting a weight off his shoulders that he barely knew was there.

“Jason, I’m sure they’re fine. Can we go train now? I really need to be home in two hours or my mom is going to have some very stern words with me.”

Chuckling softly Jason nods. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The pair dive into the deep ravine like it’s second nature and swim through to the power rangers headquarters. They navigate through the winding underground rock paths and though in the very beginning it seemed cavernous and infinitely maze-like, now it just feels like home.

With their eyes adjusted to the darker light of the tunnels, the pair spot Zack doing push-ups on the ground outside of the entrance to the training room. Upon hearing their arrival, he shoots up and claps his hands together eagerly.

“Took you long enough! Okay so I was thinking that maybe after our typical hand-to-hand combat we can take the zords out for a spin, do a little group training, maybe do some cool tricks and—“

“Last time you took a zord out for a ‘spin’ you almost crashed it on us.” Billy says very manner-of-factly, his eyes contorted in a curious frown.

“Okay, that was like, one time and that was so long ago! We pilot our zords all the time now, why can’t we do something more awesome?”

Continuing to walk towards the makeshift training room, Jason rubs his forehead and sighs.

“No Zack, we’ve gone over this before.” He pauses momentarily before they finally leap down into the training room, or ‘glorified cave’ as Zack once called it, and continues on.

“No tricks, no stunts, no joyrides, no—oh my God!”

Zack's head whips into the direction of Jason's line of sight and he instantly falls to the ground, cackling like an elated child, because he sees exactly what stopped Jason in his tracks mere seconds after the exclamation. Kimberly had been leaning up against one of the larger rock formations, but with Jason’s yelp she had practically shoved the other girl away in panicked surprise.

Sprawled out on the ground like a kicked puppy, Trini scoops up her shirt and quickly shoves it over her head in an attempt to make herself somewhat decent as Kimberly scrambles to put her pants back on. Wiping her mouth unabashedly, Trini smirks at her girlfriend.

“Looks like we didn’t have to say anything to them after all.”

The remark garners her a light slap on the back of her head as Kimberly’s face completely flush from embarrassment shoots her a look of indignation, but Trini thinks the boys’ expressions are totally worth it.

“In-in here? Why. How. Wh-what? What you were you doing?!"

Jason’s shrill voice echoes through the training room before Billy chimes in.

“Well I think they were having se-“

“THANK YOU BILLY.”

#trimberly #power rangers 2017 #trini #power rangers movie #kimberly hart #gay-ass-sideblog #myfanfic

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