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This is so rude how dare you tell me to sleep when that’s exactly what I want to do but can’t do at the moment
#I’m at work bro I WISH I could sleep#Also I’m just absolutely fucking exhausted today. Like no energy whatsoever#I’ve almost fallen asleep at my desk multiple times. I’m so tired please let me rest#I want to go back to bed 😭#Getting into the office going ‘I’m so tired rn’ and then tumblr slapping me with this is just. RUDE#Shima speaks
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Untethered
2. The Scent of Smoke on the Breeze
Three and a half years before present day
Sora flopped onto the futon in her apartment, letting out a long, exasperated breath. Another concert opener, another meet and greet afterward with her small but loyal fanbase… and another night alone in this tiny apartment. Sure, she had a roof over her head and food in the fridge, she had a record label, she had a CD on the market and another in the works, she could get gigs… but everything seemed stalled out. She could still only afford this tiny place, she still had never put on a solo show… she was pretty sure she had met every one of her fans in the city she lived in multiple times. And it wasn't for lack of trying - she was working her illusory tail off! But she still came back exhausted to this tiny place. She still couldn’t squeeze real medical transition into the budget either… she just had to rely on her illusions and her voice. But she could still see the real shape of her body, her real face…
"I'm living as myself…" she murmured to the ceiling. "I'm officially an idol… Is this really it? Is this all I can muster? But…" She rolled over and buried her head in her pillow. "Even with my illusions, doesn't becoming more famous put me at a higher risk for someone from Laterano recognizing me? My agency can't protect me from that… Aughhh!” She rolled onto her back again, staring at the ceiling with a knot in her throat. “What am I supposed to do…?”
As if in answer, there was a knock at her door. She raised an eyebrow; it was almost one in the morning after the concert finally wrapped up. Who would be knocking now…? She got out of bed and crept over to the door, wary in case it was someone sketchy, and looked through the peephole… but there was no one there.
Someone pulling a prank? she thought. She cracked the door open and didn't immediately see anyone… until her gaze drifted downward.
“‘Sup,” the sunglass-wearing penguin at her doorstep greeted.
Even in Sora’s tired state, she didn’t need much time to recognize who was standing before her. “You’re… Emperor? The music producer?”
“I know,” he replied. “Mind if I come in?”
“O-oh, sure!” She stepped aside. “Sorry there’s not much space to sit…” Emperor shrugged and sat across from the futon. She blinked, wondering if she had actually just fallen asleep and was drifting into dreams right now. “S-so… What brings you here? Er, I-I don’t mean to sound rude or anything!”
“Easy, kid,” he said as she took a seat across from him. “I’m doin’ some scouting, y’see. Traveling around, hitting up concerts, trying to get the drop on new talent before anybody else does. Even just among MSR, competition’s fuckin’ steep. Things’ve been getting stale just focusing on my own music and the peeps that cross my desk on their own.”
“You’re kidding…” Sora breathed, her heart racing. “You’re saying you were at the concert tonight?”
“Sure was,” he said with a nod. “Now, realest possible talk: I don’t know shit when it comes to the idol scene. Is your music good, is it derivative? Fucked if I know. But what I do know is the other acts from tonight are already spoken for, I thought your set was pretty tight, and I know some other producers who actually know what they’re talking about. And I wouldn’t mind having one a’ them owe me a favor for bringing them a juicy new piece of talent.”
He offered her a flipper and continued: “I ain’t gonna make a promise that ain’t mine to keep, but I can offer this much: ride over to Lungmen with me, and I’ll make some introductions. From there, it’s up to you, but I’ll comp you a room in the meantime. Gotta be worth taking a chance to break from all this, right?”
Even though Sora wasn’t the one speaking, she still felt like she needed to catch her breath. This was almost a dream scenario, and Emperor had just… waltzed in and presented it like it was nothing. “Mister Emperor-”
“Please, just Emperor is fine. Or Big E, I’ve been called that before.”
“Eheh… Okay, Emperor. Are… are you really sure? You’re willing to take a chance on me?”
“You don’t get anywhere in life not taking chances. I don’t look for peeps who are already perfect - I look for potential. You got that in spades. So yeah, I’m sure.”
Sora’s face grew into a smile, and she almost worried her halo was glowing bright enough to be seen under her Lupo facade. She took his flipper in her hand.
***
The rest, one might say, was history. Her Yanese was a little rusty, but Sora met with one of Emperor’s fellow producers, gave her an impromptu performance, and seemed to catch her attention. This one had an odd methodology; since Sora already had a foothold in the industry, even if it wasn’t an especially stable one, she had her put on a few guerrilla performances in various points in Lungmen, low tech and not widely advertised, just to gauge her ability to sing, dance and command an audience on her own. And while Sora was nervous about performing this way… her producer seemed quite happy with the results. She was able to draw in interested onlookers each time, and a handful of them even recognized Sora’s music.
So after a few of those, the producer bought Sora’s contract from her old agency, shredded it, and signed her on for a brand new one with Monster Siren Records.
Sora exited the MSR headquarters with a skip in her step. It was hard to believe, but she was finally starting to make it. Broken out of the little leagues and into the real arena. And the first thing her agent had done after starting arrangements for her first album to be re-released was to schedule a true debut concert. Not having her just be the opening act for the person people really wanted to see - no, a concert just for her. But this was only the door finally opening; she had to keep pushing herself if she was going to walk through it and keep going.
But as she made her way back towards her apartment… something seemed off. A strange tingle on the back of her neck, as though she was being watched. She chanced a look behind her, but the streets were fairly busy; if someone was following her specifically for some reason, she couldn’t pick them out of the crowd. But the path ahead to get back home was less populated… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to linger in the crowd a little, grab a drink perhaps? Hopefully, if she really was being tailed, she could lose her follower in the crowd. And if she was just being paranoid, well… better safe than sorry.
She got an iced tea from a street stall and made herself as inconspicuous as she could, taking a moment to scan over the crowd. She didn’t see anyone who looked shady exactly, couldn’t see anyone looking right at her… but it was hard to pick anybody out of the crowd.
Finishing off her drink, she sighed to herself and stood. Nothing for it. She wasn’t far from home now, she would make it back just fine. She adjusted her jacket, pulled up the collar, and set off again.
“It is you, isn’t it?” a voice asked from behind her. Sora winced - so much for sneaking away. She considered quickening her pace, but her follower hurriedly caught up and got ahead of her, cutting her off. Cutting off her escape.
“Sora, right? I almost didn’t think it was you at first - I saw you when you were crossing the street a little way back - and I had to be sure… I saw you at a couple of your street concerts, do you remember? I shook your hand last time!”
This guy sure liked the sound of his own voice. “Maybe, I’ve shaken a lot of hands these past few days…”
“Ah, I just knew from the first time I heard you, there was something there…” He wasn’t really listening to her at all, was she? Just talking at her. “And now we bump into each other in the street, in a city this big? It’s fate!”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘bumping into each other,’” Sora murmured. She took a step back, but he matched step with her. He wasn’t right in her face, but if she had to run, would she be able to get enough distance…?
“Eh, minor detail! The point is, we’re together now, right where we were meant to be… You’re new to Lungmen anyway, right? You’d need a guide, a bodyguard maybe… I can picture it now~”
Sora took another nervous step back, but someone else stepped up from behind her, positioning their tall, strong frame between her and the stalker. Dark hair trailed a few inches past their shoulders, intercut with a little bit of red, and a fluffy Lupo tail hung still and controlled behind them. A still-sheathed katana rested in one hand, a second still at their belt.
“You’re done,” the figure said. Sora’s eyes widened a little bit more in interest. Her voice… Was she trans, too?
“The hell are you?” the guy asked, hand hovering worryingly near his pocket. “You trying to lure her somewhere?!”
“Look, I don’t want to make a mess here,” she calmly replied. “‘Specially not in front of her. Just get lost.”
“Sora, I don’t like the look of this guy-”
“She’s a girl, jerk!” Sora shot back. The Lupo’s tail flipped up in response to that, but she didn’t show any other reaction.
“Whatever! She’s dangerous!” The stalker pulled a knife. “Go on, draw that sword! I can take you! Watch, Sora, I’m up to the job of protecting you!”
“I don’t need to draw steel to deal with trash like you,” she dryly taunted, followed by what sounded like a Siracusan insult.
“All right, asshole!” He gripped his knife and rushed forward, but the Lupo didn’t flinch. As he drew closer, she gripped her sheathed sword and jabbed her attacker in the stomach, doubling him over immediately. She closed the distance, following up with an elbow to the ribs, and bringing up the butt of her sword to smash him in the chin. And if that weren’t enough, a tingle of electricity rippled through the air as she unleashed some sort of arts. Utterly stunned, the attacker flopped backwards onto the ground.
The Lupo straightened, and the utterly defeated stalker rose to his hands and knees shakily before scrambling away in fear. She gave him one last crack on the back with her sword as she went, just for good measure. Her hand moved to her pocket and pulled out a cigarette, but she seemed to think twice about lighting it up here, and she put it back. She turned very slightly back toward Sora but almost seemed… reluctant to look right at her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Sora offered her a smile. “I am now. Thank you… Can I ask your name?”
“Oh, it’s…”
“Oh there you are, Texas!” another voice greeted. Sora turned and tried not to flinch as a red-haired Sankta strolled past with a smile, but seemingly no recognition. “You ran off on me!”
“Sorry,” the Lupo replied. She turned to Sora. She was beautiful… “Y-yeah, it’s Texas. And this is Exusiai, they’re a friend and coworker of mine.”
They? Sora noted. Another Sankta who wasn’t cis…? Just who were these two?
“Hey…” Exusiai started, looking at Sora with a curious flicker of the halo, “isn’t this…?”
“I wasn’t going to bring that up…” Texas grumbled. “I just got done chasing off an obsessive fan, she doesn’t need me fangirling over her next…”
Sora giggled and took a step closer. “Don’t worry, you’re not like him. I can tell… So you’re a fan, too?”
Her tail flipped back and forth a little. “Yeah, I am. I almost didn’t believe it was really you at first when I saw you from a distance… I’m just glad I was able to get over here in time.”
“Me too…” Sora replied with a warm smile. This girl, Texas… she could just roll up like that, bring down that stalker like it was nothing, and the idea of boasting about it or even making the slightest move that could come off as overbearing seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind. She just saved a life and seemed to have no desire for any kind of repayment, or even praise. And she really was so pretty… Sora could feel her heart racing.
“Oh! So, um, if you’re a fan, how about an exclusive bit of early info?” Texas’s ear twitched in interest. “I actually just switched talent agencies recently, been doing a few low-key shows to get my foot in the door here in Lungmen…”
“I heard rumors about that,” Texas said. “So it was true… Damn, can’t believe I missed those.”
“Oh, they’re nothing compared to what comes next! I’m actually doing a re-debut concert next month!”
Texas’s eyebrows raised. “Really?” She turned to Exusiai. “You think the boss would forward me the money for that? I mean, I’m still paying him off for… everything.”
“Oh, that won’t do!” Sora said. She reached into her bag for a little something her producer had given her earlier that evening. Finding what she was looking for, she handed them to Texas with a grin. Texas’s tail thrashed behind her as she realized what she was looking at.
“Front row seats?” She looked at Sora in disbelief. “Are you serious…?”
“Least I could do!” Sora was beaming, hopefully only metaphorically. “My manager gave me those to give to friends, but I don’t really know many other people in Lungmen yet… Can’t think of anyone who deserves them more!”
Texas turned to Exusiai hopefully. “You’re in, right?”
“Of course!” they replied with a cheery grin. “I’ll admit, miss Sora, I hadn’t listened to your music before I met Tex here, but I’m not gonna say no to a live show! She talks all the time about listening to your music on the way here.”
“Exu…” Texas murmured.
“Oh? Did you come here from far away?” Sora didn’t exactly want to end the conversation just yet… and it seemed like Texas didn’t really want that, either.
“A bit,” she admitted. “Siracusa. I… left home in a hurry, let’s leave it at that. Didn’t get to bring much, but I had some of your music on my phone. Not sure I would have made it all the way to Lungmen without that…”
“And she barely made it here as it stands,” Exusiai chimed in.
“Really…?” Sora asked, feeling her heart speed up even more. “It was the same for me…”
“Right!” Texas replied, showing a bit of excitement now. “Where The Road Ends, right?”
“That’s right! A song about following a voice away from a home that doesn’t feel like home anymore… I had to leave in a hurry, too. And I was given the courage to do it by an idol I like, too!” God, she was blushing so much. These two… Texas especially, she could barely take her eyes off of the tall, strong Lupo. Quickly re-gathering herself, she decided to push it just a little bit further: “Well keep an ear out; when I perform that song at the concert… this time, it’s for you~”
Texas’s tail thrashed again, her eyes wide. “I’ll be ready!” Was this flirting? Was it even a good idea to try and flirt? Idols weren’t supposed to do that… yet Sora couldn’t think of much else.
“Hate to break this up,” Exusiai said, a hand on their hip, “but I know me and Tex have to report back, and I’m sure you wanna get home too… do you need us to walk you home?”
“O-oh, no, that’s okay!” Sora replied. As nice as it would be… she didn’t really need to push her luck here. The professional part of her brain realized that if she was seen walking around with these two armed strangers, it might cause PR problems. Plus, would that come off as desperate…? “My place is just around the corner, I’ll be okay.”
“Mm,” Texas murmured. Sora could tell she was worried, but she didn’t try to argue. “Just… stay safe, okay? Call Penguin Logistics if you need anything, one of us will come running.”
“Okay!” Penguin Logistics… Wasn’t that one of Emperor’s side businesses? She tucked that information away for later as she and Texas regretfully parted ways, and she headed back on the path home.
Only when she walked away did her heart finally begin to calm, but the warmth was still there. Who was that girl, really…? And idly, she wondered if she should cook up another illusion appearance for walking around town, to avoid being recognized. She wasn’t that well known yet, but if things went well, she would only get more famous, and encounters like that would be more of a risk… Cautus, perhaps?
#arknights#arknights fic#my wrting#sora (arknights)#emperor (arknights)#texas (arknights)#Exusiai (ArKnights)
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The Other You - 14
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“You’re on a roll, Marinette,” Adrien said, signing on the lines she’d indicated. “Five more completed outfits in a week. At this rate, you’ll be done way ahead of the due date.”
“Quite possibly,” she replied with a smile. “These are a few of the easier pieces, though. Others will take more time.”
“How many do you have left?”
“I think ten complete outfits and a few accessories. But we still have a month before the show, and with Felix by my side, I’m certain we’ll be done in three weeks max.”
“That’s amazing. Congratulations.”
“Largely thanks to you.” Marinette smiled at him again, picking up one of two small boxes she’d brought in with her. “Speaking of which—I wanted to thank you for that. It’s not much but I hope you’ll enjoy them.”
Adrien’s eyes widened as Marinette put the box into his hands. A present? From her to him? He could hardly believe it despite how far their relationship had come since he had apologized a few weeks ago. It wasn’t perfect. Far from it. But Marinette stopped avoiding him, and they could even hold a friendly, if short, conversation whenever they met. A present, however, was something beyond any of Adrien’s expectations. He raised the lid and almost gasped, a head-spinning aroma filling the space around him.
“You still like them, don’t you?” Marinette asked, watching his reaction. “Felix said you do, so direct all of your complaints to him.”
“I love eclairs.” Adrien grinned. “Thank you so much.”
“Thank you,” Marinette said, putting a second box on his desk. “Can you also give this to Felix? I got busy finalizing the outfits and forgot to give it to him before he left.”
“Will do.” Adrien peeked into Felix’s box. Macarons. Yum.
“Thank you.” Marinette gathered her papers in a folder and clutched it to her chest. “I’ll be going then. Have a good evening, Adrien.”
“Have a good evening, Marinette.”
The moment the door closed behind her, Adrien dropped into his chair and grinned.
“She’s so pretty,” Duusu flew out of his hiding place. “You two would make such a beautiful couple.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Plagg yelled from his basket. “She hates our boy. He has no chance.”
“She didn’t seem to hate him just now,” Duusu defended. “Tell him, Nooroo. You felt it, didn’t you? She was happy to be here with him.”
“She was,” Nooroo said, munching on a cut of red silk. “But she also was hesitant and cautious. A little scared. Mostly happy, though.”
“Quit it, guys,” Adrien interrupted. “She’s happy because she’s on track with her work. Hesitant, cautious and scared because it takes a while to restore trust with a history as complicated as ours. That’s it. There is nothing more. There could be nothing more. I don’t think I’ve reached a ’friend’ tier yet, much less anything higher. And it’s not like I’m trying for anything above friendship either. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a ton of work to deal with before we can leave.”
Leaning over his desk, Adrien got back to the paperwork he was reviewing before Marinette came. With a mischievous grin, he reached into one of the boxes and popped an eclair straight into his mouth. They baked them together the previous night, but Marinette didn’t tell Chat that it was a present for her boss. Should he tease her about that?
“I bet five wheels of Camembert you want there to be something more.” Plagg plopped in front of him, a piece of his stinking cheese in his paws.
Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. “Wha—Plagg. No. You know I love Ladybug.”
“Yeah, and that’s why you had this sad, longing look on your face when you said, ‘there is nothing more’.”
“No, I didn’t,” Adrien protested. “Marinette’s just a friend.”
Plagg quirked an eyebrow. “A friend you spend most of your day with—as Felix by day and as Chat Noir by night. There’s barely any time left when you aren’t with her.”
“That’s just how things worked out for now. Nothing I can do about it.”
“Nothing you would do,” Plagg challenged. “Because you’re enjoying your time with your ‘just a friend’ way too much to change anything.”
Adrien leaned back into his chair. Of course, he enjoyed his time with Marinette. He wouldn’t even bother to deny that because there was absolutely nothing wrong or weird about it. Marinette fed him delicious, homemade food daily, their dinners always filled with laughter and warmth. After years of surviving on prepackaged, frozen cuisine and local take-out, Adrien more than appreciated that. Since ‘Felix’ showed up, Marinette had stopped taking work home, which allowed them time to challenge each other in video games or watch an occasional movie after dinner. Adrien hadn’t done either of those in years. Not with a friend, at least.
Why should he change anything about their situation? Why would he? Marinette was wonderful and fun and absolutely amazing. So much that Adrien found himself dreading having to go home on multiple occasions already. She was warmth and light. She accepted him just the way he was, bad jokes and untimely puns, his dorkiness and love for anime. Being with her, he could be himself, spare revealing his civilian name, of course. Marinette felt like the home Adrien never had. There were even a few nights he’d accidentally fallen asleep on her couch, so cozy and comfortable he felt at Marinette’s. The first time that happened, Chat had forced himself up and away as soon as he woke up in the middle of the night, covered by a blanket. In all of the following cases though, Chat was having trouble doing so before the light of the rising sun peeked above the horizon. He reasoned that as long as he left before Marinette was up, it was all good.
There was one thing Adrien would definitely change, though. If he could.
‘Felix’.
A shiver ran across Adrien’s skin at the slightest memory because, unfortunately enough, he was able to remember everything that was happening during his ‘akuma’ times. Even now, Adrien could recall that overwhelming, insatiable desire to help and please Marinette coursing through his veins upon akumatization. Completely overpowered by it, ‘Felix’ could hardly control his actions. Yes, he helped with making outfits, courtesy of the real Felix being a great professional. However, it didn’t stop there.
‘Felix’ constantly flirted with and complimented Marinette. For the sole purpose of giving her a confidence boost, of course. He chatted nonstop about everything and anything so she wouldn’t feel lonely. He cracked jokes and punned to brighten her mood and make her smile. He did everything she could potentially want. And Adrien meant everything. Lunchtime was approaching? ‘Felix’ was setting the table and delivering the food he knew Marinette liked plus a surprise item from the cafeteria just in time for her break. Her cell phone chimed? He was holding it out to her a second later. She had to leave the room? He was opening the door. Marinette mentioned she was thirsty or even looked like she could use a drink? ‘Felix’ was already holding at least three different bottles he’d just bought from the vending machine down the hallway for her to choose from. Marinette needed to stand up, he was right there offering her a hand. Marinette needed to use the washroom… Yup, he opened the door for her, walked her down the hallway and had the sense to ask how it went and if she was feeling better.
And he did all of it with that serious, mostly emotionless face his cousin always wore around anyone other than his family.
Banging his head on the desk, Adrien groaned. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. The whole situation was humiliating and mortifying for both of them. He even debated giving up on this crazy idea of his after the initial trial run, but in the end, Adrien couldn’t bring himself to do so. Marinette needed him, and he wouldn’t be the man he thought himself to be if he couldn’t bear some humiliation in order to help a friend in need. Thankfully, after establishing some boundaries which ‘Felix’ had a really hard time respecting, Marinette seemed to have gradually gotten used to ‘Felix’s’ wacky ways. Or at least she had told Chat Noir so, who was sure to ask her as often as possible about what she thought of her new assistant and if he needed his butt kicked.
His phone chimed, bringing Adrien out of his mental ordeal.
Nino: Hey. I know our lunch didn’t go that well last time, but would you like to grab another one? I want to try that apology one more time.
Adrien let out a puff of air, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Nino never had been one to give up easily on anything he really cared about. After having had some time to cool down himself, Adrien’s initial anger and resentment subsided, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to give up on Nino either. Especially not after his former best friend put aside his pride and reached out first.
Adrien: Sure. You do owe me a meal since I paid for the last one.
Nino: How does Saturday sound? Around noon? The same place?
Adrien: It’s a date.
“You haven’t had enough?” Plagg snarked from Adrien’s shoulder.
“Quite the opposite,” Adrien replied, relaxing in his seat. “I’ve had enough. I’ve been angry and resentful for years and I’m tired of that. I’ll meet with Nino again and if everything works out, I’ll get a friend. If not, closure doesn’t sound half bad. In any case, anything would be better than continuing the way I’ve been going up until now. Don’t you think so?”
Plagg grumbled.
“It’s a wise decision,” Nooroo spoke up. “Though I must admit I hope you can make it work. You feel lonely rather often, Master. Some friends will do you good.”
“He’s got me,” Plagg huffed. “Who else could he need?”
“Social interaction is an essential part of human existence, Plagg,” Nooroo replied. “And from what I’ve seen so far, Adrien would greatly benefit from having human friends in addition to kwamis.”
“Oh, you mean like Marinette?” Plagg snickered, glancing at Adrien. “She’s a really great friend to you, Adrien, isn’t she?”
“Not yet,” Adrien responded absentmindedly, returning to his paperwork once again.
In the last few weeks, the kwamis had taken a liking to discussing his personal life and choices, with Plagg inevitably being the one to criticize his every move. At first, Adrien had fought back, trying to justify himself. However, as time passed, he realized that it was futile and gave up, learning to ignore them instead. Adrien figured they’d lose interest eventually, and the less he played along, the faster that would happen. “We’re more in ‘not enemies anymore’ territory.”
“But you do want her to be your friend again, don’t you?”
“I already consider her a friend. It’s only a matter of her accepting Adrien-me as one at this point.”
“So why don’t you do anything to help that happen?” Plagg asked, floating right in front of Adrien’s face. “You’re going to lunch with Nino to rekindle your friendship. Ask Marinette to lunch as well. I’m sure it’ll help her to warm up to you faster.”
“I’m already spending lunches with Marinette every day.”
“As ‘Felix,’ which is unfair if you ask me.”
Adrien put his papers away and looked at Plagg. “How so?”
The kwami started to pace in a circle in midair with a smug grin on his face. “Well, by spending almost all of your day around her as Chat Noir and Felix, you’ve had a chance to get to know Marinette better. As a result, you want to be friends with her again. She, on the other hand, thinks she’s spending her time with three different people, Adrien receiving the least of her attention. How in the world is she going to decide if she wants to be friends with you if she has no opportunity to get to know you? It’s not like you’re going to reveal your identities to her, are you?”
Adrien hummed. Plagg had a point. He had been rediscovering this new, more mature, but just as fun as ever Marinette all this time. Still as brave and fearless. Kind, compassionate and fun. Creative and beautiful. He already considered her his friend again. For her, though, Adrien had barely moved from “enemy” to “can tolerate him” territory. At least that was what Adrien had gathered from the way Marinette behaved around him and what little she let slip around Chat. Perhaps Plagg had a good idea for once, and Adrien needed to spend more time with Marinette as himself if he wanted her to give him a real chance.
“And what do you propose I do?”
“I already told you,” Plagg groaned. “Ask her out to lunch. Easy.”
“Yes! Ask her to lunch, Master,” Duusuu added. “It’ll be so romantic.”
Adrien frowned. “Good point. I should make sure she knows it’s a friendly lunch and not a date, or she’ll never accept. Maybe I should make it work-related? Then she'd be more likely to agree, right?”
“Absolutely.” Plagg grinned. “But that means ‘Felix’ would need to leave before lunch that day, wouldn’t he?”
Adrien narrowed his eyes at the kwami. “You’re doing this only so you can de-akumatize me, aren’t you?”
Plagg’s grin widened before he dramatically gasped. “How could you think that about me? Really, Adrien? After everything we’ve been through?”
Adrien quirked an eyebrow.
“Nooooo.” Plagg faked disappointment. “Do you really think I enjoy tickling you to the point of forcing you to escape the office to make me pay for it?”
Adrien glared. “Marinette thinks ‘Felix’ has some kind of health issue thanks to you.”
“You told me yourself to do ‘whatever it takes’ to get you out of that room, didn’t you?” Plagg responded with a look of utmost innocence on his face. “And is this what I get for my hard work? Do you even realize how hard it is to get you away from her? You should be thanking me, not complaining.”
“Don’t count on it.” Adrien sighed, turning his attention back to his papers. “Okay. I’ll ask her to lunch. Now, leave me alone. I have work to do.”
“As you wish,” Plagg grinned and flew away.
Adrien tried to work, struggling to concentrate for some time. Asking Marinette to lunch as Adrien was probably not a good idea, but Plagg was right. If he wanted to make any progress in his goal of renewing their friendship, he had to do something as Adrien as well. Lunch sounded easy and innocent enough.
***
The aroma alone was making him dizzy. Gosh, he wondered if that rent fee was a smart choice after all because one of these days he was sure Marinette was going to kill him with the deliciousness of her food. That or he’d get addicted and become her slave for a meal a day. He couldn’t let her know, though. After all, he was Chat Noir, the hero of Paris and the coolest cat in the city. He forced himself to forgo the ode to her food he’d prepared and simply ask her instead, “What smells so good, Princess?”
“Navarin D’Agneau,” Marinette replied with a smile. “Would you mind cutting the bread, Chat? I can’t leave this pot alone.”
“Of course.”
“Wash your paws first.”
“Do I look like I have a death wish to touch your food with dirty hands?” Chat chuckled and dodged Marinette’s attempt to smack his shoulder. He stuck his tongue at her. “Missed me. Better luck next time.”
“Real mature of you, Chat.” Marinette laughed. “What are you, five?”
“No. But I’m eternally young.”
“I can see that. Before you get to that bread, can you pass me that ladle?”
“Your wish is my command.” He bowed and, after carefully washing his hands, passed her the utensil.
“Dork.” Marinette giggled as she ladled their meal into bowls. “Finish the bread and we’re ready to go.”
“Right. Already on it.”
How they fell into this easy routine, he didn’t know, but their dinners slowly morphed into them preparing the meal together instead of Marinette cooking for him. Not that Chat was helping much, but it felt good not to be useless in the kitchen. It also meant he could head over straight after work, instead of waiting for nine o’clock. He could always claim he had come early to help.
Their conversations had evolved as well as they discussed their days and cracked jokes like a pair of old friends. ‘Felix’ and his antics were a constant in their discussions. However, today it was a different man that Marinette was talking about.
“My boss asked me to lunch,” she said as they were nearly finished with their meal. “I couldn’t say no because he used the work excuse, but I don’t really know how I feel about it.”
Chat swallowed his food. “Why? I thought you didn’t hate the guy anymore?”
Marinette pursed her lips. “No. I wouldn’t say I hate him. He apologized and we talked and cleared all the misunderstandings, so I guess we’re good in that respect.”
“I feel like there’s a ‘but’.”
She hummed. “There is. Even with everything resolved, I don’t think I’m ready to jump back into friendship territory with him yet, but I feel like this is where he wants to be already.”
Chat’s shoulders slumped. Plagg was right. Marinette didn’t see Adrien as a potential friend yet. Perhaps he’d rushed with the whole lunch thing.
“You should’ve just told him that,” he murmured, focusing back on his bowl. “I’m sure he would’ve understood.”
“He’s my boss, Chat. And he’s been helping me with my collection even though it isn’t essential to Gabriel’s success during Fashion Week. I can’t refuse him something as simple as lunch.”
“But you shouldn’t have to force yourself to have lunch with someone you aren’t comfortable with, even if he is your boss,” Chat said, already thinking of how he could cancel on Marinette without making her suspect a thing or making her uncomfortable. “Tell him you’re busy. He used work to invite you, so use work to refuse the invitation.”
She took a few moments to reply, but when she did there was a smile on her lips. “Nah. I’ll go. He’s been trying really hard to atone for his mistakes, so maybe I should also try to make up for mine. Getting lunch together sounds easy enough and seems like a good opportunity to see if we could be friends again one day.”
He stilled. “Are you sure?”
Marinette nodded. “Positive. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like he’s going to fire me or anything.”
Chat grinned. “I’m sure he won’t. You’re way too pretty and talented to be fired. Not to mention an amazing cook. Bring him some pastries and he’ll be putty in your hands forever.”
Marinette giggled. “You’re such a professional flatterer, Chat. I bet you can give Felix a run for his money in that department.”
“I’m sure I can. What do I get if I win?”
“What do you want?”
“Another chance to kick your ass in UMS.”
There was a glint in Marinette’s eyes as her lips stretched wide in a grin. “You don’t have to win a prize for that. You’re so on, Chat Noir.”
“Prepare to be vanquished, Princess. I’ve been practicing.”
“Dream on. You’re going down. Loser washes the dishes.”
“Best of five wins.”
“I’m turning the console on.”
“I’m cleaning the table.”
“Let the battle begin!”
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Two victories, three lost games, and one session of washing the dishes later, Chat Noir lingered at Marinette’s place as long as he could. He would’ve stayed for another hour or two, but he only had so many excuses to use. Around midnight, Marinette shoved him out the window, claiming she had to wake up early the next day.
“You still have your patrol to do, don’t you? Go. Don’t make Ladybug wait,” she ordered.
The truth was, Ladybug was the last person Chat Noir wanted to see right now. Don’t get him wrong—he still loved her. He just couldn’t look her in the eyes, knowing that he was keeping secrets from her. It was more than Chat could handle at the moment. Revealing said secrets was out of the question as well because that was sure to bring up conversations he wasn’t ready for. Not to mention Ladybug, as the Guardian, would want Nooroo and Duusu back in the Miracle Box and Chat couldn’t let that happen yet. Marinette’s show was scheduled for the end of August. She needed ‘Felix’ in the meanwhile. This time frame would also give Chat time to prepare for an inevitable reveal of his and Hawkmoth’s identities. Until then, though, Chat Noir was doing his best to avoid his partner because lying to her was something he couldn’t do, and keeping secrets from her was something he wished he didn’t have to do.
After racing as fast as he could through his patrol route—so as not to meet his partner—Chat Noir headed home, thoughts of Marinette and their impending lunch on his mind. He had to do his best for her to feel comfortable and safe around him. He couldn’t scare her away now, not after Marinette’s friendship had somehow migrated to the top of his priorities. He had no idea how that happened or even why, but if Adrien could make it a reality, he’d be damned if he didn’t give it his best effort.
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NK (New Kid)
Pairings: Bang Chan x reader, Jimin x reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst Romance
Words: 2217
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a/n: wow, I haven’t posted in, like, a million years. I hope you like this update.
-Admin Sam
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Prologue, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6
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Warnings: not sure if this qualifies, but, there is mention of anxiety and panic attacks in this chapter. There was a small mention in the last chapter and I should have posted a warning there as well. I also need to state that everyone who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks have different experiences. Each person’s experience is their own. I used myself as a reference. I suffer from emotional outbursts that leave me numb afterwards, and then I am emotionally exhausted, but it’s better than the overwhelming panic I feel. This is from personal experience, and yes, I am receiving medical help for it.
I don't claim to know everything about them, but I know myself, if that makes sense. If this kind of thing bothers you, please don’t read this.
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Chapter 5
You woke up to your phone ringing for the billionth time. You could have sworn you turned on ‘do not disturb’ earlier before you passed out, which meant that whoever was calling had been calling multiple times. You reached under your pillow, sliding to answer.
“Hello?” You laid the phone on top of your face, snuggling into your blanket once more.
“Y/N! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU ALL DAY!” It was Chan. And he sounded frantic. You opened your eyes, checking the time on your phone and noticed that it was only about 3 in the evening. You also noticed the missed calls and piles of text messages and social media notifications.
You placed the phone back to your ear, sitting up. “What’s wrong?” You were worried. Chan had never shouted at you before, and with all those missed notifications, you were feeling your anxiety rising, causing you to tremble.
“I’m coming to pick you up. I want you to put on a hoodie; grab a cap and face mask, too, and meet me at the spot. Shit, actually, stay in your room, I will come and get you, okay?”
“What? Chan, what the heck is going on?” you asked, but you followed the instructions, putting him on speaker phone and quickly getting dressed. Chan never came to your dorm, and the fact that he was, scared you.
“I’ll explain when I see you. Just stay on the line. I’m almost there, okay?” You felt like you wanted to cry, because Chan sounded frantic and you really didn’t know what was going on.
“Chan,” you whimpered, wiping a tear that fell down.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I promise. I just don’t want to tell you anything over the phone. I’m almost at your door.” You threw open your door, looking down the hall and finding Chan. He was dressed in all black, his hood up and mask on his face. He had a couple bodyguards with him, too. Now you were really scared.
“Why do you have bodyguards?” you asked as he came into your room and shut your door. The bodyguards stayed posted outside, and you could feel your heart racing.
“Come on, pack a bag. You’re gonna stay with me for a few days,” he said, rushing past you and grabbing your duffel bags. He started throwing your clothes and underwear into the bags haphazardly, rushing around. “Grab your phone charger, get your school stuff. Come on Y/N, we need to hurry.”
You were so confused. You didn’t know what was happening. Why did you need to stay with him for a few days? Why was he running around your room franticly? Why were there bodyguards outside? Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. There were tears clouding your eyes and you stumbled a bit into your desk chair.
“Chan, what’s going on?” you asked. He stopped when he saw the beginnings of a panic attack.
“Hey, hey,” he muttered softly, enveloping you in a hug. “Breathe. I promise I’ll tell you, but I need you to breathe first.” You nodded, clinging tight to Chan. You breathed in the scent he carried around himself – a mix of his cologne and his bodywash and shampoo. Just as you had calmed down, there was a knock at the door, signaling for you to hurry.
“Okay, I’m going to give you the simple version, and I need you to stay calm , okay? Just stop me if you need a second,” you nodded in understanding, wanting him to hurry and tell you what the heck was going on.
“Okay, so short version is, when you were leaving BigHit and Jungkook was carrying you out, someone was hiding and took a picture, but they also followed you to the college. And before you ask, no they did not capture your face. They don’t know what you look like, they just know that you go to college here. So, until this dies down, you’re going to come stay with me.”
You didn’t know what to say. You should have been more careful, even if you think you’re safe, you should always be careful.
“Do they know that I’m NK?”
“No, but there are people who are taking guesses. Some say it’s you and some say it’s just a random girl who is in college. Bang PD is taking action against the pictures, and JYP is trying to take action silently. If people knew that JYP was taking action, it would just lead to further rumors and questions, so he’s trying to be quiet about it.” Chan grabbed your mask and put it on your face for you. He pulled a cap onto your head and pulled the hood up over it. “I know you need more time to process, but we gotta go. There are a lot of people waiting at the gates. We’re gonna go the back way and Mimi will pick us up there.”
“This is too much, Chan,” you muttered as you grabbed your backpack, double checking to make sure you had everything.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, bub. You didn’t do anything,” you ran your hand through his hair, petting his head for a second, before grabbing a duffel bag and putting your hand in his. “Let’s go.”
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Luckily, there was no struggle getting to Mimi, and you were quickly on your way to Chan’s dorm. You handed your phone to him and asked him to check your notifications. You were too scared to even look at them.
“Okay, so you need to call Jungkook today sometime. He’s blown up your phone with worry. I already told him I picked you up, so it’s calmed down a little, but you still need to call him. Jackson is at my dorm waiting for you, so you don’t have to call him. JYP is also at the dorm. He wants to talk with you about everything-“
“Am I in trouble?” you asked, laying your head on Chan’s shoulder and wrapping your arms around his one arm. He maneuvered you, placing your legs on his lap and his arm around your shoulder to where you were cuddled to his side and hugging his body instead of his arm. He was trying his best to comfort you.
“I don’t think so, no. I think JYP is going to tell you that you should have been more careful, but I don’t think you’re in trouble.” He answered honestly. This was another thing you loved about Chan. He comforted you, but he never lied to you and tried to make things seem better than they were. He was optimistic when he needed to be, never pessimistic, but just honest. It was refreshing.
“I was just so tired, Chan. I wasn’t paying attention.” You started tearing up again. With the fact that you were on the verge of a panic attack in the dorm, you knew that just being hugged and comforted wouldn’t help. You needed the outburst of the emotion welling up inside so that the panic would fade away.
“Go ahead, you can cry, Y/N.” Chan held you as you let the dam break and by the time you arrived to the dorms, you were feeling much better. You didn’t feel happy. You felt slightly numb, but you knew that the numbness would pass after a while. The numbness was better than the overwhelming emotion that had built up; the emotional exhaustion was better.
After the bodyguards were sure that you weren’t followed or being watched, Chan helped you carry your bags up to the dorm. You were so lost in your head and numb to your surroundings that you didn’t even notice that you were in the dorm. You didn’t notice that you were being hugged by someone until Jackson whispered in your ear that it was going to be okay.
“Y/n,” someone called your name from the living room.
“Hello,” you greeted JYP robotically with a small bow. He gave you a sympathetic smile, understanding.
“Have you started seeing that doctor I told you about,” he asked as he stood, giving you a look that made you feel like you’d done something wrong.
“No, sir, I haven’t yet. I forgot to even look into it. I’m sorry,” you bowed again.
“It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll get you an appointment set up.”
“But-“
“You had your chance to set the appointment yourself. You waited too long and I know it’s getting worse,” he said with that ‘You know I’m right, so don’t argue’ look on his face.
“Yes, sir,” you bow again. He sighs heavily, motioning for you to sit on the couch.
“I need you to tell me what happened.”
You explain what happened, keeping your eyes focused on the coffee table in front of you, not looking up once.
“We had been working on the song until, like, 5 something. I was so tired and I hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. So I went into my ���shut down, bed now’ mode and I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. Jungkook helped me down to the van – I had almost fallen over completely in the elevator. He offered to carry me, and if it weren’t for that, I would have fallen asleep in the elevator and would have been dead to the world for a few hours. When I made it to the van, I went to sleep on the floor of it, and that was it. Mimi dropped me off at the campus, I went to my room and went straight to sleep. I’m so sorry for not paying attention,” you sighed, closing your eyes, and trying not to cry in front of the boss man.
“You’re not in trouble, but, because of this, I would like to move you to a private dorm that isn’t on campus. You’re already one of my artists, you have a manager who can drive you to the campus when you need to be there. You already spend most of your time either here or at the company. It won’t be much of a difference for you, except you’ll be safer. You’ll be a couple of floors away from Chan if you need any help. I think this would be the best course of action for now.”
You had a feeling that he would say this. When you had first signed the contract, he tried to convince you to move to a private dorm, but you were already paying to stay on campus. It would be a waste of money if you moved.
As you opened your mouth to argue, he held his hand up. “I’m not asking. I’ve already taken care of everything. Your new dorm will be ready in a week. You’ll be spending this week going to classes and packing everything up. Mimi will be with you at all times except during your classes. I’m also assigning you an extra manager, but she’ll be more of a guard than an actual manager. Mimi might be fierce, but she isn’t fierce enough that extra backup wouldn’t be helpful.”
You opened your mouth to argue again, but he kept going. “You don’t have to pay for anything. It will be taken care of, Y/N. I would also prefer if you stayed with Jackson until your room is ready, but I know you’ll be here with Chan, anyway.” At that, he gave you a knowing look.
You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted, a blush marking your face at what was being insinuated. “Where are the rest of the boys?” you asked.
JYP gave you an infuriating smile – a smile you wanted to wipe off of his face but knew it would be extremely rude to do so. He knew he won by the change in topic, but he only won because you didn’t get a chance to say anything earlier. Despite everything, you were happy that he was trying to make sure you were safe. Having a bodyguard posted outside your door on campus would be like a huge blinking sign that said, “THIS IS NK, SHE LIVES HERE IN THIS ROOM.” You understood why he was making you move and understood why you were getting an extra manager; you respected his decision. He was only trying to help. Plus, he was paying your bills right now anyway.
“They’re at practice,” Chan answered from his seat at the kitchen table. You sat up so quickly, you felt slightly dizzy.
“Did I make you miss practice?” you asked, worried. Chan deserved better than a friend who was a constant distraction.
“No, JYP did,” he answered, smiling at his boss.
“Chan is going back to practice in an hour,” JYP rolled his eyes with affection, smiling kindly. “Jackson is going to stay with you for now. I should get back to the company and see if we can get things sorted with all of those reporters posted outside the university.”
He stood to leave, everyone standing as well to walk him out the door. He told you he’d keep in touch and keep you updated on the details and you were grateful.
It had been such a long day already and you were ready to go back to sleep.
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Protection Squad - Two
2/15
A kind woman offers you a place of work at the animal shelter she owns and one of the animals seems to take a strong liking to you. You thought Suga was just like any other cat you happened to meet in therapy. You realise how wrong you were when he reveals his true self to you in order to do everything he can to prevent anything hurting you ever again.
Pairing- Reader (Y/N) x Suga [or is it… :)) ]
Genre - Shapeshifter!BTS & magic AU
Warning- multiple possible triggers; Mental disorders talked about and portrayed (depression, anxiety , suicidal thoughts and acts) abuse . near death . plus possibly more . If you are uncertain if you can read, privately message me about what you wish to avoid and I'll tell you if the story contains it.
Protection Squad Masterlist
Shelter Layout
Despite having enjoyed yourself at the session, you told your mum off for booking you an appointment and refused to return. You thought about Hobi and the silver-haired cat a few times over the next couple of days but a walk to the shops allowed you to meet other cats wandering the pathways and visits to the local park introduced dogs on walks with their owners into your life so you soon stopped thinking about the animals.
It wasn't until two weeks later when you were sat on a blanket in a new park you had recently found, reading a book did the shelter animals come back to mind, well, lap.
You jolted as a dog pounced on your crossed legs and made himself comfortable as his tail wagged excitedly. You looked down to see a familiar animal looking up at you expectantly. You looked around, looking for his owner but found no-one around, it was after all midevening and most people would be eating dinner. "Where's your owner, buddy?" You asked softly before placing down your book, careful not to lose your place, to find the tag on his collar. "Wait, Hobi?" You gasped once you read the name. He barked once and moved around as if he was dancing with joy that you finally said his name and recognised him. "What're you doing here?" Once again, you looked around but still, no-one showed. "I guess I should get you back to the shelter, it's pretty close, right?" He barked. "I'll take that as a yes." Hobi jumped from your lap when you started to move and watched as you packed your book and water bottle back into your bag. You watched in amusement as Hobi moved off the blanket and gripped one side in his mouth, eyes lifting to meet you. With an entertained smile, you picked up the other end and he instantly plodded over to you. You giggled and accepted the side, folding the blanket in half. You turned it, allowing Hobi to take the side and once again bring it to you. Once it was small enough, you put it in your bag and Hobi picked up your backpack in his mouth gently. "You know that's mine right?" He made a noise at you before turning and walking away. You followed and soon you were walking alongside the dog.
It took just under twenty minutes to walk to the shelter and the whole way, Hobi carried your bag in his mouth earning strangers you passed by to compliment you on your incredibly well behaved and trained pup. You were too awkward to tell them that he wasn't actually yours and this was only the second time you had met him.
Upon entering the shelter, Hobi walked straight to the open section at the unmanned reception desk. Hesitantly, you followed him, especially as he looked back over his shoulder at you and waited for you to make the move after him. He lead you past the therapy room to a staircase that lead to an apartment that had the door wide open.
"Hobi!" The same receptionist as before exclaimed seeing the dog waltzing in from where she stood in the long hallway. "Where did you get to this time?" Slowly, her head lifted and she took in your figure stood awkwardly in the doorway, not sure what to do with yourself. "Oh, Y/N." She greeted with a surprised yet welcoming smile. "What brings you here?"
"Uh, Hobi was at the park, I thought I should bring him back." You explained and her smile widened.
"Ah, I see! Thank you!" She gave Hobi a knowing look before pretending to be upset with him. "What have I told you about walking off like that, Hobi?" He backed up and ducked his head, as if ashamed. "Nevermind, what's done is done, give Y/N her bag back and go join your brothers in the dining room, tell them we have a guest." She gave Hobi another almost secretive look before he put down the bag and ran off further down the hallway. You could see a set of stairs at the end of the hall and realised that there was another storey to the apartment. You were surprised you didn't notice that from the outside.
Suddenly, a small, pale creature with massively oversized ears came barrelling out of the room Hobi disappeared into and headed your way at full speed. You jostled at the sight and the woman noticed.
"V!" She hissed and the creature skidded to a stop and looked up. "What do you think you're doing? Is that any way to treat a guest?" The creature whimpered backwards, lowering its head. "Be kind to Y/N, you don't want to scare off a new friend, do you?" For a second, you could've sworn the little animal shook his head as if he understood human speech clearly. You rubbed your eyes and put it down to the previous night's slumber being more damaged than you initially thought. "Would you mind if V approached you?" You looked up realising the woman was then addressing you. "He won't hurt you. He is just very sociable and excited when it comes to meeting new people."
"Uh..." You looked down at the animal that was looking up at you with big, round, pleading eyes. "O-Okay." You agreed. V jumped forward making you flinch but he quickly calmed and walked carefully over to you. He sniffed around your ankles, circling you once before sitting directly in front of you. Once again, he looked up at you with big, round eye but this time, he was waiting for something else. "Does...does he want to be petted?" You asked, glancing up at the woman for only a second before returning your gaze to the animal. V's fluffy tail thumped the floor and you realised he was much like a dog, even if you weren't certain if he actually was one.
"He does love both attention and affection." She laughed softly. You nodded and slowly crouched down to cautiously pet the animal's head. His eyes closed and he titled into your touch, shuffling closer to nuzzle your leg while your hand moved to his side.
"He's cute." You commented, earning V to jump up onto your knees and press his front paws on your chest to nuzzle your jaw affectionately. You giggled. "What kind of animal is he? He acts like a dog but...he's not, is he?" You looked at the woman who shook her head, that same warm smile still lifting her features.
"He's a Fennec Fox." You hummed in acknowledgement while looking back to the fox that had decided to nestle his head into your hoodie pocket.
"I've never met a Fennec Fox before."
"They're classed as exotic pets." You nodded slowly, taking in her words. "Oh I just realised, I've never told you who I am!" She laughed and you looked up at her, realising she was right. "My name is Molly, I own and run the shelter."
"Oh!" You held V carefully to make sure he didn't fall as you stood up. "I wasn't aware you own it."
"For years." You tilted your head slightly, Molly surely couldn't be that old based on her physical features but maybe she was just one of those women blessed with eternally young skin. "You have a calming touch," she noted, motioning down to V who had managed to crawl into your pocket finally, his head just poking out enough to be seen while remaining far enough inside that he could rest on the material and shut his eyes without falling. "He's never calmed so quickly on a new person, let alone fallen asleep on someone just before dinner time."
"He's probably just really tired." You reasoned. "And my hoodie lining is really soft and warm. I doubt it's anything to do with me."
"Hm, I disagree." She giggled. You could only smile. "Well it seems as if V has no intention of letting you leave our home anytime soon so how do you feel about staying for dinner?"
"Uh..."
"There's plenty of food and we love having guests, Suga already likes you and he's the hardest to please."
"Suga?"
"Oh, the Birman that didn't leave your side during the session." It took you a minute to understand what exactly she was talking about but then you remembered the silver-haired cat that followed you around the room lazily when you got up to greet another animal or grab a toy for one of them. Birman was the cat's breed you realised and you let your lips turn up into a smile.
"I liked him, he made me feel special." You confessed.
"You must be indeed, Suga has never acted like that with anyone but me and that even took me weeks to build such a bond with him." She laughed. "You certainly are special, Y/N, I knew it from the moment I first met you." You blushed but found yourself unable to form a response so looked down shyly. "Anyway, dinner?"
"I'm a fussy eater."
"I made a range, I'm sure there will be something to your tastes." You looked hesitant so Molly offered you a comforting smile. "I know you have anxieties, Y/N and you have trouble with new circumstances but you will not overcome your problems if you don't face them." When you didn't respond for a few seconds as you were busy mentally weighing up the pros and cons of staying, Molly took a few steps closer to reach out and place her hand on your lower arm. "I'll go into the dining room and if you decide to join us, just come on in, I'll set up a space for you."
You watched Molly disappear into the room down the hall and you almost turned and left, your hands already reaching into your pocket to remove V but then for some reason, an image of a fluffy silver cat popped into your mind and you shut the door. Your feet took you through the apartment and next thing you knew you were stood just inside of the dining room. For some reason, your eyes landed straight on the cat from your memories. He looked over and instantly jumped down from his space on the windowsill to saunter over and weave between your ankles, rubbing against you affectionately. A smile lifted your lips and you crouched to stroke him. The second you were low enough, he hissed at your jumper and the next second, V was scampering out from your pocket and across the room. "Ah, be nice, Suga." You scolded automatically. Suga looked up at you, what looked like a hint of betrayal flashing in his eyes before walking tot he table. He sat next to one of the many empty chairs and it was only then that you noticed that two young men were sat up at the table with Molly. "Oh." You flushed noticing their eyes on you.
"Come sit, Y/N, I think Suga has picked a seat for you." Molly giggled. You nodded and shuffled over to sit on the chair Suga was tucked against. He curled up around your feet on the floor under the table out of sight. "These are two of my tenants." Molly introduced, motioning to the males who both smiled warmly at you. "Jimin and Jungkook." You only smiled at them, unable to try and form words of greeting. They didn't seem bothered and simply looked over at the doorway, almost in perfect sync. Curiously, you looked over too to find a large dog entering the room.
"You're late, Monie." Molly scolded. Monie looked at Molly instead of staring at you and trudged over to nuzzle her in apology. "Monie is a wolfdog." She stated and you took in the animal before you. You could certainly see wolf features but had never heard of the breed. "Sometimes they're called hybrids but wolfdog is the most commonly used term."
"I used to love wolves." You commented offhandedly and Molly smiled. "I still think they're beautiful." You added as an afterthought while watching Monie walk around the table out of the sight. You heard excited barking and tilted your head, not having expected the sound from such a rough looking dog.
"That was Hobi," Molly announced as if reading your mind. Your features relaxed and you smiled lightly.
"Where's Little Prince?" Jungkook questioned with a grin.
"In his hidey hole, didn't you see?" Jimin replied with a giggle. You noticed his hand moving around his lap and he would glance down now and then but you didn't question it. You only hoped he wasn't doing anything inappropriate at the dinner table.
"Oh." Jungkook jumped up and rushed tot he corner to crouch down. You didn't see what he was doing but heard him whispering before he returned upright and turned, a creature you easily recognised in his hands. "Meet our new friend, Little Prince." He cooed and you could've sworn the hedgehog glared but quickly little, dark eyes turned on you and they sparkled in the light.
"Are all these animals yours?" You asked, in awe at the variety of pets Molly kept.
"Well, I look after them, I don't own them," Molly answered easily, reaching her hands out across the table. Jungkook carefully handed over Little Prince who Molly cradled affectionately on her lap. "They all came to me at times of need and I instantly grew attached and vowed to protect them." You nodded in understanding and looked over when you saw something pale pop up from Jimin's lap. It was a pair of big ears with playful eyes in between. Relief washed through your body when you realised that Jimin had been petted V and not something else.
"I think there needs to be more people in the world like you." The words left your lips without you realising but you didn't take them back. You genuinely believed your words.
"Do you look after any animals?" Jimin enquired and you shook your head.
"I live with my parents and they're not really animal people. I've wanted to adopt a cat for years but they've never let me." You pouted and for some reason, the two boys opposite you grinned. Molly reached over from her space to your left, a chair left in between you thanks to Suga.
"You're always welcome to come to the shelter and play with Suga." She offered kindly.
"Really?" Your face lit up. "Can I really?"
"Of course." A bark echoed through the room and she laughed softly. "And Hobi too of course."
"Of course." You beamed and looked down towards Suga but he was still tucked out of sight. "Thank you, I'd really love that."
"Do you have a job?" Jimin asked. You looked up and shook your head. "Noona, what about Y/N take that position?" He suggested looking over at the older woman. You followed his attention curiously, wondering what he was talking about.
"I was thinking the same thing little Jiminie." Molly smiled, eyes still on you. You felt odd under her gaze as if she was seeing deep within you and revealing anything about your person and past to herself. But strangely enough, it wasn't entirely uncomfortable just, odd. "Would you like to work for me, Y/n?" Your eyes bulged and the three laughed at your reaction.
"Are you serious?" She nodded. "You don't even know me. I have no experience. I don't know if I'd be any good here. What if the other animals don't like me?"
"Suga likes you." Jungkook giggled. "Everyone here will love you, Y/N."
"I'll pay you well above minimum wage and benefits can be discussed," Molly said, leaning her chin on her palm as her elbow pressed against the table top. "What kind of benefits would you be looking for? What do I need to offer you to get you to accept the job, Y/N?"
"I-I...none." You licked your lips and glanced across at the two males, finding V's eyes still glued to you as if he was waiting for something. Your attention turned back to Molly. "I don't need any benefits, spending time here would be enough for me."
"Are you accepting the job?" Jimin sounded a little too excited considering he had just met you but you found his joy contagious. A smile lifted your lips as you nodded. Jimin and Jungkook both grinned at you and you felt Suga's tail wrap around your ankle.
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chapter 5 (plagiarizing is bad)
That Night
Rose peeked over the edge of the crow’s nest. Captain James was still there, grinning up at her, eating an apple. “You know, this is a really good apple, are you sure you don’t want one?” Rose did want one, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. She glared at him. “I’m not hungry.” She said defiantly. “Suit yourself!” She sat back down and let out a frustrated sigh, how could she get food without giving up her position? She decided to wait, he had to fall asleep eventually.
Later
Rose Whitlock looked down. Yes! He was asleep, she could finally sneak down and get some food and water. She stealthily climbed down, landing on the deck like a cat. She crept down the stairs to the galley. She saw a loaf of bread on the counter. Perfect! She reached toward it. Without warning a hand grabbed her wrist. Someone spun her around to face him. Of course. “You know, for someone so stubborn, you lack subtlety. You’re very predictable.” James said. Rose attempted to stop on his foot, but he danced out of the way, keeping a hold on her wrist. He tsked, “You should learn when you are caught. Why don’t we talk in my cabin?” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” “You don’t have a choice,” He said, all merriment gone, “We are running out of time.” He pulled her up onto the deck, and across to his cabin. He shut the door behind them. “Sit down. We need to talk.” Rose sat down and eyed him warily. “What do you want with me?” He sighed, and leaned against his desk, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you, I just didn’t know how else to deal with you. You already know the truth about Pan. Don’t try to lie to
me about that, I heard Pan telling his fairy to search for you, and that he didn’t care if she hurt you. Which means you found out; how did you find out? Rose took a deep breath, no point lying now, “I saw him kill Chief, a six-year-old lost boy. It was my fault. Peter found out that he was growing up, because I said he was growing out of his clothes. He stabbed him… it… it’s my fault.” She broke down in tears. Letting out the sobs she had been holding in for so long. James’s face softened, “Hey, no, don’t blame that on yourself. It’s not your fault, you didn’t know that he was a monster, you had no way of knowing, he’s devious. Trust me, I know.” Rose looked at him, wiping tears from her face, stifling sobs, “What?” “I was a lost boy, when I was seven, I came to the island, Peter was kind to me. I was an orphan on the streets, Peter invited me to live with him. Adventures, a warm home, mermaids, friends, it sounded like a paradise, so, naturally I went with him. “I lived the life of a lost boy until I was 8, another boy, Tiger, was also growing.” I was hunting in the forest with Tiger. We separated so we could sneak up on a rabbit. I was hiding near the hole, so I could grab it when it ran. Tiger’s job was to scare it, so it would run towards me. But when Tiger ran out, an arrow hit him in the throat. Then, Peter landed in front of him, the rabbit ran past me, but I didn’t care. “Peter killed him, and he was going to kill me next, but since Tiger and I weren’t supposed to be hunting together that day, he thought I was on the other side of the island, so I didn’t die. I ran and hid. Throughout the years, I’ve collected other lost boys. We’ve made a crew.” Rose was stunned, “What about the boys you make walk the plank, there’s no excuse for that.” “Ah, but there is, have you noticed that we always have them walk the plank in the same spot? Near Skull Rock is a portal back to earth. We send the boys home. Those who wish to stay, because they feel they have no life back on earth anymore, join our crew. Our mission is to stop Pan.” Rose was stunned, but the story made sense. Why the only one they ever seemed to want to kill was Peter, why they only kidnapped lost boys, and didn’t kill them in battle. “How can I know you’re telling the truth?” She asked. “There’s no way to prove my words short term. You’ll just have to trust me. Now, here’s the real question: Do you want to go home, or do you want to sail with us?” Rose took a deep breath, “Can I think about it? Please?”
James smiled gently, “Of course, you’ve had a long day, we have a spare cabin, would you like to sleep there?” “Yes, please, but first, can I eat?” “Oh, yes, of course, where are my manners! I’m afraid Cook is asleep, so we can’t get you anything particularly fancy, but I’m sure I can find something, wait here. Drink this while I’m gone.” He unhooked a canteen from his belt and handed it to her. “I want that to be gone before I come back, you haven’t had much to drink in the past two days, have you? Thought not, drink all of the water in there.” He then left the cabin. Rose unscrewed the cap from the canteen. She sniffed the contents, smelled normal. She poured a drop onto her tongue. Heavenly! After two days without water, it felt as though she was drinking from a mountain spring, despite the water being room temperature, with a metallic taste. She drank the entire canteen in no time. She was just drinking the last few drops when the pirate captain came back with a basket full of food. “Hey, are you feeling better? I hope so. I brought food.” He started setting cheese, bread, apples, grapes, and some dried meat on his desk. He placed some of each on a tin plate and handed it to Rose Whitlock. Rose ate it all, she didn’t care about the toughness of the meat, or the staleness of the bread. That’s what hunger will do to you. It will make the saddest meal in the world taste like a king’s feast. James laughed, “Wow, you really wanted that, huh?” Rose rolled her eyes, and wiped her lips, “Give me a break, I haven’t eaten in two days.” “We have plenty would you like some more?” James asked, as he sat down at his desk, across from Rose. Rose remembered her manners, “Yes, thank you.” He filled her plate again, but instead of walking over and handing it to her, he set it on his desk. “I don’t bite, I promise. Come sit with me, we can eat together.” Rose scooted her seat away from the wall till it was at the desk. She then started eating more slowly. Taking her time to savor every bite, and observe her meal companion, who was filling a plate of his own. His dark hair was wavy, and a few locks had fallen out of his ponytail. He had various scars, on his face and hands. He wore a brown leather coat that was long, along
with a white shirt, and black pants. He had been wearing a brown leather hat, but he had taken it off. He had multiple scars on his arms. He noticed her staring and glanced at his arm. “Oh, Pan absolutely hates me, and wants to punish me for escaping, so every time we meet, he tries to cut off my hands. He thinks it would be a fitting punishment.” “That’s horrible. I’m still trying to process what I saw yesterday. Until then, I thought Peter was a good person.” “We all thought that. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” He said, furrowing his brow. “Maybe you should get some rest, are you all done eating? Rose wiped her mouth, “Yes, thank you. But why are you being kind to me?” He smiled, “Why wouldn’t I be, you’re just as lost and confused as I once was, I wish that I had a kind and friendly face when it happened to me.” They walked out of the captain’s cabin, and onto the deck. A large swell rocked the boat as they walked out. Causing Rose to stumble. James caught her. “You just can’t help falling all over me, can you?” Rose pulled away uncomfortably. James laughed, “Sorry, couldn’t help making a joke. But to be serious, I’ll always catch you when you fall. Since you seem to do that a lot.” “I’m tired, where is my cabin?” She asked quickly. James led her to a door behind the helm. “These are your quarters. Try to rest.” “Thank you.” He left, shutting the door. Rose looked around the tiny room. There was barely enough room to stretch her arms across the space. There was a small bed that took half of the room. She suddenly felt so tired. It had been a very long two days. Her head pounded from the chloroform, and she needed some rest. She lay down and almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
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Confession - Guanlin Au
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genre: fluff member: lai guanlin word count: 1177 requested: yup side notes: I’ll be posting Annoyed tomorrow! Sorry for the long wait guys ;(
You yawned as you made your way down the familiar hallway that led to your locker, you had to face it, you were never going to be ready for Monday's at all.
Tests tests and tests were all that clouded your mind nowadays.
You groaned as you reached your locker, hitting your head multiple times against the cold metal.
A chuckle emitted from Guanlin's lips as he made his way towards your pitiful figure. " Tired? " he asked as he handed you cup of your favorite beverage, hot chocolate.
Your eyes brightened up immediately as you wrapped your cold hands around the warm paper cup.
Immediately you took a sip and all the fatigue seemed to fade away as the sweet flavor of the chocolate had taken over your mouth
Guanlin could swear that that was the cutest thing he'd ever seen but in his life time
And that's even after he'd seen Jihoon do his random aegyo daily
“Let's go shortie " he laughed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder leading you to class
you cheeks were flushed a bright red but you tried to convince yourself it was from the cold winter air.
Guanlin had dropped you off at your class and you watched as his figure died off as he ran to his class
" So I'm guessing you're that red because the love of your life got you that? " your best friend said as he gestured towards the still steaming cup that sat on your desk.
" Shut up Jaehwan I am not in love with him! " you yelled as you avoided eye contact
" It's because of how cold it is outside! " you tried to reason
" Of course, because we're totally outside right now and you're totally not in love " he said as he scoffed
" I'm not in love! " you almost screeched at him
" Sure you're not ( y/n ) " he singsonged as he made his way to sit next to you
Math was the most boring subject and you just happened to have it first period
if the teacher said another word about quadratic formulas you swore you'd throw yourself out the window
you placed your head into your arms as you sighed quietly you just wanted to go to next period to see Guanlin
as soon as he crossed your mind you could feel your eyes automatically make their way back to the cup of hot chocolate
the giddy feeling of butterflies in your stomach was back and you couldn't help but squeal quietly to yourself.
of course with the occasional questioning glance shot at you by Jaehwan
" What's wrong with you all the sudden? " he asked as he raised one of his eyebrows
" nothing! Really nothing.. WHEW is it hot in here or is it just me " you replied a little too quickly as you could already feel your face heating up.
" Yup it sure is, just as hot as Guanlin looked this morning" he replied.
oh how you wanted to smack the smirk off of Jaehwan's face
he knew he was right and boy did he use it against you at the fullest potential
" whatever " you huffed in response as you sulked in annoyance
you were on your way home that day when you really had taken the time to thoroughly examine your feelings for Guanlin
there was no way to deny the way your heart beat sped up around him, the way that you could feel your cheeks heating up and tinting a dark shade of red if he got a little too close to you, the way that whenever he smiled you could feel your day brighten up a bit too
and you could've sworn that Guanlin's smile could've rivaled the sun
you knew that never in a million years would he ever like you back
especially not when had his own fan club and girls basically following him to every class of his , risking to be late to their own
if you were to be honest, you could see those girls glare daggers into you as they whined over the fact that they should've been the ones that Guanlin had his arm around.
you never knew why but you took pride in the fact that it was you he was like this around
you stood at your front door fiddling with the keys uselessly as your mind went blank on which was the house key
" am I really this messed up over him KSJSJS " you yelled as you plopped down into a squat
eventually you had gotten the door open
throwing all your belongings on the couch you had preceded to throw yourself onto the ground too
the useless rolling around had somehow become a way for you to cope with the overwhelming pour of emotions you felt for the boy.
a small ping had come from your phone as a sign that you had received a message
" please don't be from Guanlin " you begged
and oh boy was it from it from him, as if you weren't already messed up enough from earlier that day
' come to school early tomorrow and wait for me by your locker, it's something important. ' his text had read
what could've possibly been that important?
you know the way that you start to think of useless scenarios where your crush would confess?
well that's all that your mind could possibly think of right now
you groaned as you remembered that he probably just needed to copy your notes from yesterday when he had fallen asleep in class
" I'm not that important anyways why am I getting my hopes up " you sighed as you took a seat in front of your desk
it was 8:30 the next morning and you were already standing next to your locker yawning more than you had ever before
why so early you ask? All because you didn't want to be the tiniest bit late to disappoint Guanlin
opening your locker you hadn't expected to find a steaming cup of hot chocolate sitting there waiting for you
but the cups appearance was different today
it had a bright yellow sticky note on it that read " (y/n) I've liked you since the minute I saw you, be my girlfriend? "
" You can't say no after the tea that a little birdy spilled to me yesterday " Guanlin said as he came out from what seemed like nowhere
you sighed immediately knowing who he was talking about
" I'm gonna kill jaehwan if that's the last thing I do " you groaned
you heard a chuckle as a familiar pair of arms wrapped around you, only, this time without a friendly intention
but a newly arisen romantic one
you didn't think yelling " yes " was necessary anymore as you buried your face a little more into his chest, taking in the scent of the familiar cologne
the familiar cologne that you loved a little too much, the familiar pair of arms that you loved a little too much
all wrapped up in one boy, that you just happened to love a little too much
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