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domwrites · 2 months ago

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Caelus hated this job. With a capital H.

Serving the elite expensive food that he could only dream of eating once a year every day. Being at their beck and call for the pettiest requests. Bowing and belittling himself for a high payment as they dismiss your service for saying you are rude. "Your eyes disturb the calm atmosphere!" "Don't wear lipstick it makes you look like a sex worker!" "You held your tablecloth too high!" "This spoon is too round!"

It was annoying. Such spoiled little high class people here. And they all pissed them off. Sure there was the nice owlin family that came by once. Tipped him handsomly. But other than that, nothing. Only the rich who throw their gold away as if its made out of water.

But today was his last day dealing with these assholes. A white tiger tabaxi and a young human walked in and were sat down. He was assigned to serve the two.

The older tabaxi seemed less interested in looking like he deserves to be here, and more into observing the other people who were dining here. The human does fit the bill of the type of people who dine here. "Falina, if you order something, make sure you eat it all." "Why?! They should know exactly my tastes! Mother would ask for them to make the exact amount down to the number of peas!" The human yelled.

A bratty child. No, a bratty teenager who has been shovelfed everything in life. "How can I help you two today?" Put up with it. This is the last customers he has to waiter for today.

"Herring, please. Falina have you decided yet?" The tabaxi looked over to the teen. "Braised rabbit. Make sure it has been highly decoraterd and posed nicely." Unless you want an undesd hare folk to get on a table, not happening. "Certainly, ma'am." He forced a smile and placed for them two rose washing bowls.

"One more thing, sir." The tabaxi spoke up again. "Yes?" Good gods what, did he want the finest wine? "That lady over there has dropped her ring. She has treated you poorly today, yes?" He knew. This man knew something that he wasn't there to see.

The 'lady' was more like a proper rude woman. Trying to give him flack for opening a bottle of whisky that was one year too aged. "Perhaps. But I take no slight in my customer's behavior." Yes he does. He wished that her pompous dress got caught in a door and tear. And then for once, the tabaxi leaned forward, covering his face away from the teen and whispering in Caelus's ear.

"She will not miss it. Take the ring for me and I will tip you handsomly." His posture was relaxed, smug even. He resumed sitting back up as he moved to wash his hands in the bowl. Caelus was caught off guard and he couldn't hide his surprise. He was about to say something but then it hit him.

That woman can afford another ring. Maybe 10 more of the same type and make. Plus he could use a little tip to buy a nice cloak for himself. "I will take your orders to the kitchen staff, sir."

"Hm. Call me Ivan. You will figure out why soon."

The waiter went to the kitchen and handed the order off to the cooks, with one of them simply nodding. Then there was the matter of the ring. At this point the lone woman was already drunk. Her senses will not be that good. So he went by there and started his usual talk. "My good lady, you'll have to leave quite soon. You have already paid your bill and there are-"

"Sit." She hiccuped.

Even if he hated how stupid her blue face was, he sat down to not get fired or cause a scene. Or reprimanded by his boss. "A man like you shouldn't work to serve everyone. You should become my private butler." She raised her glass slowly in the air, watching the ice swirl in it. Gods she needs to drink some water. But the ring is right there below here feet. An idea rose in his head.

"Ma'm, one of my speciatlies, if I can become a butler of yours, is shoe shining. Would you like me to demonstrate?" He produced a hankerchief from his breastpocket. She was definetely looking at him in more than just a polite manner. He could use that as an advantage.

So Caelus got down to his knees right in front of her, making sure that his eyes were downward, and his neck on show just enough to make her fawn. His pants were tight enough that it showed his butt's curves, but enough to be a modest tease that only drunk bastards would pick up on. The waiter brought her heels up with one hand, feigning interest in seeing what needs to be polished, and with his other, snatch the ring that landed on the floor.

He had no idea to shine shoes. So he made it seem like he did with a distraction. "Goodness, madam, you must hold your reputation! I believe this isn't the time to stare at one's neck." Caelus wiped off a speck of dust with a finger, slowly and sensually. He felt hot under his collar, trying to distract this woman like this. This patron smirked and sipped on the last bit of her drink. "I always know where I go. This is not a matter, Caelus. You will be paid with a large sum once you join the House of Ignim."

Who cares? He doesn't even know of them.

"As much as I would like to join, I have my duties serving more than just one person." Caelus took his napkin and wiped the front of the already clean shoe, placing it in between in his shirt while he placed the ring in his back pocket. Getting up, he took the cup out of her hands and gave a slight smirk.

He knew she was probably fawning over something but he didn't care. Returned the dish to the busboy and noticed both of his orders just got finished. Perfect.

Caelus grabbed the two plates and walked over to Ivan and this teen. "Your orders, precisely as you have requested them." He placed them down before sneakily sliding the ring he stole onto the table.

The tabaxi raised an eye and took the ring off the table quickly. "Excellent. You make for a promising collector." He squinted at Ivan, confused. "Excuse me?"

"I have been here multiple times. I see how you feign politeness to these patrons but you really want them to steal their cakes, rather than these rich folks having their cakes and eating it too." Ivan had whispered, keeping his voice down as he began eating. It seemed like this child didn't care about the conversation. She was just inspecting every bit of it.

He is analyzing Cold Front's mentality bit by bit. His upbringing as he sank his fangs into the fish, his change into a man while he drank his wine, his attitude towards the rich and so on. It was a shock, but also so exciting compared to these prideful fools eating here. He dropped his fanciful accent he was made to use while serving to speak to Ivan truthfully. "You better talk some sense, what's your point in this 'sation, Ivan?"

The tabaxi nonchalantly patted his mouth with a cloth. As if he didn't just identified Caelus for who he truly is.

A man who depises the rich so much that he would take from them.

"This should cover the cost of the ring, Caelus." He placed a heavy but small coinpurse on the waiter's hand. "More opportunities like this will come if you would like to hear more. Not tonight tho, I must return my daughter to her mother and handle some business."

There is more?

If the starting point is as heavy as the coinbag in his hand, then imagine how much he could get from more than just a ring.

Caelus licked his lips and gave a wide smile. "Oh partner I'm gonna meet ya tomorrow then."

He got up from the table, not even caring anymore. There was a large party in the center of the room, laughing and hooting and hollering. Caelus grabbed the champagne glass from the edge of the table and drank it right then and there. "How unruly of you! I should-" "Gonna complain, bud? I don't care, go ahead, I quit this show. Also your darlin' wife is cheatin on ya."

The now unemployed man took his vest off and threw it on the table, in the middle of all the stale food. He walked out of the fine establishment with a wicked smile. It would have been hot, sexy, and wild as he unbuttoned his shirt a bit. If only he wasn't blinded by the sun.

He'll have to do something about that later.

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reinarandraw · 2 years ago

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“Sam is here for you, Boss,” Fang called from the manager office’s door.

OFMD Rare Pair Week 2023 @ofmdrarepairweek

Day 01: Coffee Shops / Roommates / Confessions [art & 1.5k oneshot]

You can read a quick oneshot for this fill on [AO3] or you can read it under the cut

“Sam is here for you, Boss,” Fang called from the manager office’s door.

Izzy looks up from Queen Anne’s Coffee daily cash book on his laptop and takes a deep sigh. For four weeks on every Wednesday around 4-5 PM, a man dressed in nice suits always visits their coffee shop and makes the same order. A medium size cup of hot black coffee. He’s polite, charming, and always leaves a big tip.

Sam only wants Izzy to brew his coffee.

Four weeks ago Izzy was forced to cover the afternoon shift because Ivan needed to go A&E due to food poisoning. Around 5 PM, a man dressed in an immaculate suit entered the slightly crowded coffee house. Although he was accompanied by a tall bald man who seemed to be his assistant or bodyguard, his presence stole everyone’s attention. He walked with the confidence of a man who was used to living in the spotlight. He smiled at Izzy when it was his turn to order.

“Hello, one black coffee please,” the man said with a low rumbling voice that managed to shake his core.

Izzy didn’t believe in love at first sight, but maybe it was possible for someone to fall deep for someone’s voice.

Izzy learned the man’s name is Sam and he also learned that Sam was very peculiar with his coffee.

“God damn, this is the best coffee I’ve had since I arrived in London,” Sam told him with a big smile. He sounded American. “You, sir, are a genius. Can you tell me how you brew this?”

Since there was no line, Izzy humored the man and answered his question. By the end of his explanation, Sam was so happy with him, he left a tip in the tip jar.

“What the fuck? That’s enough to buy another cup!” Izzy pointed out.

“For your excellent coffee and your excellent impromptu tutoring,” Sam told him. “Until we meet again,” he said with a wink.

That wink almost gave him a heart attack.

Sam’s next visit was during Fang’s shift. Because Sam asked Fang so nicely for Izzy, Fang did his best to drag Izzy out from his little office. The next one was during Ivan’s shift and Ivan immediately came to find him without being asked by Sam.

And now is Sam’s fourth visit.

“Boss, your crush is waiting,” Fang teases him.

“I don’t have a fucking crush!” Izzy denies as he walks out from his office. He does have a crush on Sam, but no one needs to know.

“You should ask for his number,” Fang suggests while following Izzy.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Izzy dismisses him. “I’m not a fucking teenager.”

“Why not? He seems to be around our age,” Fang argues.

“He’s a customer.”

“Then why were you two flirting with each other all the time?”

Izzy’s steps come to a halt. He turns around to face Fang. “What?”

“You chatted with him even after you gave him his coffee,” Fang explains. “You hate small talk.”

“It’s not small talk. He asked me about coffee!” Izzy insists.

“Sure.” Fang nods his head even though he has a mischievous smile on his face. “Just ask for his number, Boss. It’s been five months since your divorce with Ed.”

Izzy grumbles. He doesn’t like to think about his ex-husband Ed. Thankfully, their divorce wasn’t that messy because he could prove Edward was cheating on him with Stede fucking Bonnet. Edward was also happy to give the ownership of Queen Anne’s Coffee to Izzy since he claimed he was bored of managing it. Edward lived and worked with Bonnet in Gentleman Dining now, off with his fancy rich boyfriend. Good fucking riddance.

“Just ask, Boss,” Fang says, “the worst he can do is saying no. I’m pretty sure Sam likes you as well.”

The thought of someone like Sam liking him makes his heart soar. “You think so?”

“Me and Ivan think so,” Fang says.

The coffee shop is a bit crowded at this hour, yet Izzy finds his eyes falling on sam. It’s hard to ignore the man since his double breasted suit looks too expensive for the neighborhood. His easy going smile greets him, making his ridiculously good looking face shine even more. Izzy tells his heart to stop beating too fast.

“Welcome to Queen Anne’s Coffee,” Izzy greets him as he puts on his apron.

“Hi, Izzy,” Sam answers, “one black coffee as usual, please.”

Izzy immediately moves to the coffee machine and starts to make Sam’s coffee. He’s acutely aware of Sam’s eyes on him. He doesn’t understand why Sam’s gaze makes his hands tremble.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Sam says to him.

“Fuck, yeah. Sorry,” Izzy mumbles.

“Is something wrong?” Sam asks, voice fills with concert that compels him to tell this man his woe.

Fuck, fuck. How should he approach this? It’s been too long since he asked someone out. Can he just ask for someone’s number out of the blue?

“Izzy?” Sam asks again when Izzy seemingly has stopped working. Izzy looks up and stares directly at Sam’s eyes. “Can I ask for your number?”

Sam is still smiling at him, but his eyes look a bit confused. “My number?”

Shit. Did Ivan and Fang misread the whole situation? Fuck! “Yes. Your number,” Izzy confirms. Fuck, he hopes this won’t be too embarrassing.

Sam leans to the counter. The confusion is gone, replaced by amusement. Izzy doesn’t know if this was better or worse. “You want my number?”

“For fuck’s sake, if you don’t want to give it just say it!” Izzy cut the chase, face starting to get warmer. “No need to be a dick, you twat.”

Surprisingly, Sam breaks into laughter. “Oh my god, this is the best day of my life. No one has ever called me a twat right to my face.”

Izzy frowns. What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you,” Sam explains. “You caught me off guard with your question. People don't just go to me and ask for my phone number. They usually go to my assistant first."

Izzy stares at him dumbfounded. Is this a rich people thing?

"Do you have a napkin so I can write down my number?" Sam asks.

After he gives the napkin, Izzy continues to prepare Sam's coffee while the other man jots down his number. At the end, they swap the coffee with Sam's phone number written in a neat big number.

"That's my number while I'm in London," Sam tells him. "Do me a favor and don't give that to anyone. There are only four other people who know that number."

Ah, so this must be his personal number. Izzy feels honored to get this number. "How long are you going to stay in London?"

"For another month at least," Sam replies. "But I just closed a big deal so I'm sure I'm going to go back and forth between New York and London pretty often for a year."

That sounds promising. Another reason why Izzy was reluctant to make a move was because he wasn't sure how long Sam would be here.

"If I don't immediately reply to your message, it doesn't mean I'm not interested," Sam tells him. "I'm probably busy. Having clients all over the world also means I have virtual meetings at odd hours so I have a weird work schedule. But rest assured, I'll reply as soon as I have the chance. I promise. I really like to get to know you better, Izzy."

Izzy wants to say more but a new customer has entered the coffee shop.

"That's my cue to leave," Sam says. "I'll be waiting for your text."

With Sam's gone, Izzy goes back to his office to continue his work. It's close to seven when he's finally done with administrative work so takes a break by browsing through the newsite. It's good to keep updated with the recent news. Who knows what fucked up shit the British government is brewing right now.

His eyes catch a newly published article about how a big American holding company would start their business here in the UK. The article includes the photo of smiling people whom Izzy mostly doesn’t recognize except for one person.

Sam was there in the photo.

Izzy already feels his brain is short circuiting when he sees Sam. His mind makes a mental somersault when the article said that Sam is none other than Samuel Bellamy, the founder and chairman of Bellamy Group, a multinational corporate group from America.

His mind is completely blown when he googles Samuel Bellamy, he’s not aware of Fang knocking on his door.

“Boss, I’ve been calling your name but you don’t say anything,” Fang says. “Are you ok?”

Izzy turns to Fang. With a look of horror, he says, “I just asked the phone number of the sixth richest man in the world.”

Izzy doesn’t know whether he should be thrilled or horrified by this revelation.

#ofmdrarepair23 #bellhands #sam bellamy #izzy hands #I wrote this instead of Last Voyage sorry #I'm going to write what my brain wants me to write #i love this pairing your honor

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booksrbetterthanpeople · 2 years ago

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Muppets Movie and Muppets Most Wanted quotes

Félix: Enough! Just because I have a terrifying name and an evil English accent, does not preclude the fact that, in my heart, I am a Akuma, not an Ikuma! Looks like it's I who will have the last laugh!

Gabriel: What does that mean?

Félix: It's an idiom, you idiot, because you cannot laugh! Ha ha! *Pushes Gabriel off the roof and he lands on the ground with a thud* Oopsie. *Laughs maniacally* Now that's a maniacal laugh for you!

—

Ismael: Welcome to this week's edition of "Everything Stinks"! *the others pull him offscreen with a hooked cane, Vaudeville style*

—

*When the lights turn back on, Alya and Nino are caught making out*

Adrien: Ahem. *The couple stop kissing and turn to see everyone staring at them*

Nino: Oh! *He and Alya start doing vocal warmups to cover up their act* La la la la la la la...

Alya: Mee mee mee mee mee...

—

Adrien: What? You kidnapped Jack Black? That's illegal!

Cosette: But Adrien, what's more illegal: briefly inconveniencing Jack Black, or destroying the Akumas?

Adrien: Kidnapping Jack Black, Cosette!

—

Austin A: I always dreamed we'd be back here.

Austin B: Dreams? Those were nightmares!

—

Ivan: How come you didn't use me in the montage? I thought my story was pretty interesting.

*Flashback to Ivan who’s asleep in a hammock. The others look awkward for a moment before Adrien wakes him up*

Adrien: Ivan?

Ivan: Huh?

Adrien: You wanna get back together?

Ivan: Okay.

*End Flashback*

Ivan: Heh heh. Classic.

—

(Louis) Blonde kid from Zombizou: Sorry, Kurtzberg. But you've been replaced... Permanently!

Nathaniel: Oh, yeah?

Louis: Yeah!

Nathaniel: I don't think so, blondie!

Louis: Who are you calling 'blondie', red?

Nathaniel: Oh, look! A paint and sip!

Louis: *Looks away* Where?

Nathaniel: HIYA! *Knocks out Louis* There's only room for one artist in this show. And that's me!

—

Marc: Hello.

Ismael: Hello.

Simon: Hello.

Jean: Mee-Meep. *sees an ax in his own hands, freaks out a bit while getting rid of it to grab a hairdryer* Mee-Meep.

Simon/Marc/Ismael/Jean: Hello~

Gabriel: *Tied to a barber’s chair* Oh, God! It’s a barber shop quartet!

—

Ismael: *singing* An Albino.

Marc: *singing* A Mosquito.

Jean: *singing* Mee-mee-mee-mo.

—

Ismael: *after punching Adrien* That's my trigger word, too!

Denise: Ismael, we talked about this on Tuesday.

Ismael: Tuesday's another one of my TRIGGER WORDS! *punches Marc*

Denise: I DON'T THINK SO! *punches Ismael*

*It soon leads to a full on brawl between the classmates*

—

Chloé’s Receptionist: Miss Bourgeois?

Chloé: *as she's eating a doughnut* What? Can't you see that I'm busy?

—

Austin A: Now, this contract is 100 percent iron-clad, with one minor exception: if the Akumas can raise the $10 million it would cost to buy the building before this contract expires, then they get their studio back.

Austin Q: You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were reciting some sort of an important plot point.

Austin A: Well, I hope so; otherwise I just bored the audience half to death.

Austin B: You mean half the audience is still alive?

*The Austins laugh*

Austin A: It's nice doing business with you.

Austin T: Yes, sir. Come on.

Austin B: Good-bye.

—

Aurore: Kim, what are you doing here?

Kim: ...Acting... Naturaaaal.

—

Felix: My name will go down as the greatest thief of all time!

Lili: You mean our names, right?

Felix: Of course. My name first, then spacebar, spacebar, spacebar... your name.

—

Kim: I knew.

Adrien: … Kim knew?… You mean all this time I've been trapped in a Russian Gulag, no one, not one single person from the Akumas, except Kim, noticed I'd been replaced by an evil criminal mastermind?

Alya: It sounds worse than it was...

Max: No, it's as bad as it sounds.

—

Aurore: Just do what I do. Imagine the audience naked.

Mireille: Wha?…*Goes out on stage* Uh… Haha. You are all naked!… Uh… Well, sorta.

—

Nathaniel: Nathaniel Kurtzberg. *holds up a sketchbook* Artist.

Louis: Louis Secousse. *holds up a bigger sketchbook* Better Artist.

Nathaniel: This is my travel sketchbook. *holds up a larger sketchbook* Here's my real sketchbook.

Louis: You must have been looking at the wrong sketchbook. *opens up his coat and his shirt, revealing an enormous sketchbook underneath*

*Looking defeated, Nathaniel leaves and then comes back wheeling in a massive sketchbook*

Nathaniel: You were saying?

—

Dominic: International Tour Manager. *presents his business card*

Kim: "Dominic Bad Guy"?

Dominic Badguy: “Bad-gee". It's French.

Akumas: Ooh!/That makes sense/We’re French, we should know this.

—

Max: TWO Adriens?... Well, that explains a lot.

Cosette: I knew no one could have a cold for that long.

Zoé: Or have that cheesy an accent, okay.

—

Cosette: *holds up a photo of Felix* Check this out! *covers the hair* Aah?

Jean: Oh, look, it's Adrien!

Cosette: *uncovers the hair* Ha!

Jean: *shrieks* What did you do with Adrien?!

—

Kim/Nino: *after they discover “Adrien's” true identity, they scream in horror* We gotta get outta here!

*But as they attempt to leave, Felix is right in front of them*

Felix: Not so fast...

Kim: Where's Adrien?!

Nino: Wh-wh-what do you want?

Felix: You have spun your last record, DJ.

*He prepares to attack them karate style. But then Ivan drops down on Felix from above*

Ivan: Gotcha!

Nino: Ivan! Good shot!

Ivan: Thank you.

—

Austin A: Do you guys think that Duparc’s been acting a little weird lately?

Austin T: That's ridiculous! He's never been so caring and devoted to me!

Austin A: Yeah, that's what we are saying!

—

Louis: They didn't!

Nathaniel: No they didn't!

Louis: There's no way they did a crime!

Nathaniel: They couldn't, they're too stupid!

Louis: They're not criminal masterminds!

Nathaniel: They may not know who did it, but we know they didn't do it!

Nathaniel/Louis: So we know who didn't do it, we know who didn't do it!

Louis: They're incapable of being culpable!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ao3fic #the muppets #incorrect quote #mlb incorrect quotes

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greensaplinggrace · 4 years ago

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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)

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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.

He loves nature. He loves the forest.

Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.

Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.

The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.

He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.

The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.

He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.

Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.

How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.

Has his bedroom attached to the war room.

Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.

Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.

His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.

This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”

There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?

His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵

Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.

The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.

He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.

His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”

Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.

That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.

“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.

Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.

His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.

That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭

“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?

Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.

The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.

“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.

That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj

Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.

How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.

His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.

Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.

“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.

His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.

His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.

“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”

The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.

His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.

“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”

When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.

The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-

The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.

He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!

Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.

The Darkling lying: honestly

“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.

The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.

“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.

This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.

“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS

That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.

“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.

This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.

His shadows react to his emotions.

“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.

Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.

He gets so jealous of Mal.

Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.

When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.

His jokes are absolutely terrible.

GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.

How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.

That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.

Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.

The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.

This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.

Long haired Aleksander rights!

Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.

The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.

Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.

He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.

The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.

He always has to make a grand entrance.

This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.

“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.

Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.

Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™

Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.

“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-

This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.

He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.

He had an entire cult dedicated to him.

“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”

Save a Villain. Murder the King.

Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.

Theater Nerd™

He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕

The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!

He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.

Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.

Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!

Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.

He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.

I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨

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acreativeme · 4 years ago

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They Say I Do

Ivan Ortiz x Reader

Y/N grinned as she walked with Hana and Kenny, who were arguing about who was going to be her person-of-honor. She didn’t know who to choose, because they were both her best friends and had been since she joined the team. She had been a part of the intelligence branch of the undercover unit, which is where she met her fiancé, before getting transferred.

She jumped in front of them with a laugh, walking backwards, “Ladies! Ladies! You are both pretty!” She waved her hands, playful trying to calm them. “I can’t pick from the two of you, so I’d like for you both to be my persons-of-honor.”

They shared a wide grin, only to tackle Y/N into a group hug. “Yes, we will be your persons-of-honor!”

Kenny pushed Hana, shouting, “Dibs on Bachelorette party!”

She shoved him back, “We have to plan it together!”

Y/N shook her head as she laughed. “I am just going to walk away from this argument and let you both handle it.” She pushed her way into their office, ready to get started.

Jess and an unknown man were talking at the head of the table. The unknown man was facing away from Y/N, so she wasn’t able to get a good look at him but he invoked a familiar feeling in her gut.

Jess looked over the man’s shoulder, noticing Y/N standing behind them. “Y/N, I would like you to meet Ivan. He is going to be working with us while Clinton is away on assignment.”

She gasped, feeling mild betrayal. “You didn’t tell me that you were being transferred.” She dropped her bag to run to him.

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I wanted to surprise you, love.”

Jess looked between them. “Is something going on between you two?”

Y/N blushed, pulling away from Ivan. “Ivan and I are engaged, sir. We’ve been together since his military days.”

Jess nodded, “Is there going to be any issues with you both working together?”

The couple looked between each other and shook their heads no. “We will be keeping things professional, sir.” Ivan stated, moving away from Y/N to keep a professional distance.

Y/N nodded, becoming serious. “You won’t have to worry, Jess.”

He nodded, moving away from the couple.

6 months later…

Y/N sat at her vanity, trying to cover the bruise forming on her cheek. Just my luck that I would get beat up three days before my wedding. She thought as she tried to hold back tears. She hadn’t meant to get her ass handed to her, but the unsub was so much bigger than she is. And she couldn’t help being the first to encounter him. Ivan had been right behind him, so she hadn’t been beaten too badly.

Hana walked up behind her, warmth on her face. “I don’t think that anyone will notice the bruise, especially with your veil and the amount of concealer you’ve applied.” She tried to joke in hopes of making her friend smile.

Y/N sighed, trying to hold back tears. “Do you think I should postpone the wedding until the bruise goes away?”

Hana gasped, forcing to turn towards her. “Don’t be silly, Y/N. You are a kickass federal agent and your bruises show everyone how strong you are.”

Y/N nodded, letting Hana’s words sink in. “You are right.” She stands up, grabbing her veil from the stand next to her vanity. She held it out of Hana to take. “Will you help me with this?”

Hana smiled, silently taking it from her. She gently tucked into Y/N hair, adjusting it so that it fell nicely around her face. Hana stepped back to admire her friend, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so beautiful.” her voice cracked.

“Aww, Hana.” Y/N wrapped her arms around her, pulling her for a tight hug.

And that is how Kenny found them. “I can’t believe that you are having a hugging fest without me.” He pouted, faking a look of betrayal.

The girls laughed, pulling away just enough to squeeze him into a group hug. The threesome (not a sexual threesome you pervs!) held each other and laughed for several seconds before pulling away.

“I think that it is time to get the show on the road and get married.” Y/N declared, confidence swelling in her chest.

Kenny held out his arm, ready to walk her down the aisle. “I’m ready whenever you are, Y/N.” Over the last 6 months, Y/N had made the decision to have him walk her down the aisle because her parents refused to attend the wedding.

Hana picked up the brides flower arrangement and passed it over to Y/N. “Can’t forget these!”

Y/N smiled, taking the flowers. Nothing was said after that. Hana walked ahead of her, head held high with a big grin. Kenny squeezed her arm, wanting to show her how happy he is.

The music changed as Hana made it to the end of the aisle, causing Y/N’s breath to catch in her throat. Kenny had to keep her from running down the aisle to Ivan, who was tearing up at the sight of her. After Kenny passed her to Ivan, things went quickly. Both Ivan and Y/N would agree that it felt like they were the only two in the room.

After the pastor finished and they kissed, Ivan swept Y/N off her feet and almost ran down the aisle. Y/N laughed loudly as they passed all of their guests.

He set her down just outside the chapel, “I can’t believe that we are finally married, Mrs. Ortiz.” He grinned down at her, cupping her face.

“It’s about time, Mr. Ortiz.” She smirked, pressing herself to him.

With a wide grin, Ivan leaned down and kissed her...

#sweetswriting #requested #FBI Most Wanted #fbi most wanted imagine #fbi most wanted one shots #ivan ortiz #ivan ortiz imagines #marriage #imagines #one shots

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dandelionflower · 5 years ago

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She hikes alone

Marinette skipped to her friends, tapping Adrien on the shoulder before hugging him tight.

“Hey, Princess,” he gave her a smile that melted her heart, “we were just talking about things we could do on our free day.”

He gestured to the class, who were all deep in a debate over ice cream place or pizza parlor.

“I was thinking we could go to a park; a new friend of mine has a couple of places we could check out. I think it would be really good as a lazy activity to get rid of jet lag, or in Kim’s case, excess energy.”

“Sounds really nice!” He smiled and began to open his mouth to tell them; he had become Marinette’s representative to the class, when Lila stood up.

“Hey guys! What if, since today doesn’t have anything planned, we went to a park and hung out?”

“That’s a genius idea, Lila!”

“I could play frisbee!”

“I’d enjoy observing the local flora.”

That’s genius Lila. You’re so smart. Marinette growled under her breath, Lila obviously overheard her talking with Adrien and took credit for her idea.

“I actually know some parks we could go to, from when I visited with Jagged Stone a few months back. We could go to one of those, if you want?”

“That sounds great Lila!” Adrien cut in before Marinette could protest. “Let’s go now!”

“Don’t worry,” he whispered to her as the class cheered and stood up, “I’ll make sure we go to a nice park.”

That’s not what I’m worried about. Marinette thought as she watched Lila attach herself to Adrien’s arm.

She followed at a fair distance from the class; not by choice, her friends just seemed to speed up whenever she tried to walk near them.

“Marinette!” Grace tapped on her shoulder, a broad grin on her face. She was wearing the headband. “Where did you decide on going?”

“A park.”

“That’s great! Which one are you going to? Because if you haven’t decided, I have a ton of great places for you to go...” she plucked some pamphlets from her back pocket and displayed one. “I think this one would suit your needs best.”

“Thanks, Grace, but...” Marinette spared a glance at the pack of students, led by Lila and Adrien. “I think it’s already been decided.”

Grace’s expression soured. “Okay, but keep ahold of that pamphlet, will you? You might end up finding time to go.”

“I hope I do.” She waved Grace a quick goodbye and dashed back to her friends, who were already going through the door.

—

They hopped on a bus and Marinette smirked as Lila worried her lip, eyes darting towards every sign that could possibly lead her to a park.

As fun as that was, Marinette quickly got bored and began perusing the pamphlet Grace handed to her.

Quarry Stone Park

Known for its towering pillars of black stone, it is rumored that Quarry Stone Park was where the brick for the famed Culpa Manor was mined.

While the parks naming is rather obvious, it also contains many hidden paths, leading to waterfalls, gem-filled caves, and even the ocean.

A popular landmark of the park is Quarry Ledge, which overlooks the ocean. The natural black spires and stark white sands make for an amazing view.

That’s where we should be going, Marinette mused, not wherever Lila’s going to take us.

“Here we are!” Lila sang. “The best park in the whole town.”

Sure... Marinette glanced at the rotting wooden sign, the crumbling letters reading, Wooded Glade Park.

The class ran in, Alix already tossing a frisbee for Kim to catch. Adrien fell back and greeted Marinette with a silent smile and had just grabbed her hand when everyone fell silent and stared at the open field surrounded by borderline rotting trees.

“Uhh, Lila?” Ivan asked, shielding Mylene’s eyes from the mistreated plants. “Are you sure this is he place? It looks a little run down.”

“Definitely!” Lila protested, and though her back was facing Marinette, she could almost see the false tears welling up in her eyes. “I- I don’t know what happened; it used to be so beautiful... I’m so sorry everyone.”

“What if we helped you clean it up?” Rose offered. “Got rid of any trash and planted some flowers!”

“Yeah!” The class cheered, voicing their agreement.

“You- you would all do that for me?”

“Of course!”

“I can’t believe this! I... thank you!”

Mylene pulled Ivan’s hand from her eyes and glared at the offending trees. “Babe? I need a lift.”

Ivan picked her up and placed her onto his shoulders.

“Alright everybody!” She shouted, voice abnormally loud. “I need someone to carry heavy stuff, a couple people for trash and, Marinette! Can you organize our efforts?”

She smiled and was about to pull out her notebook, when Lila opened her mouth, which had proven to be a tragedy in itself.

“I don’t know guys, remember how late Marinette came in? She didn’t even get to have breakfast, we don’t want to tire her out what with the jet lag and all. I can just organize, you know I was an organizer to a famous charity.”

“That’s a great idea, Lila! I’ll help!” Adrien leaned over to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “Don’t worry, I can keep her out of trouble while you just relax and walk down one of the trails, it’s a win-win.”

But I want to walk the trails with you...

She smiled, gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked to the closest trail as fast as she could so Adrien couldn’t see the tears collecting in her eyes.

She loved how selfless Adrien was, she did. It was just... he never seemed to choose her.

She stood there for a moment and allowed herself to cry. This was supposed to be a fun trip where she could hang out with her boyfriend and friends as they all explored her favorite place in the world.

Marinette finally looked up and observed the signs marking the different paths she could take.

Daisy Walkway.

Riverside.

Quarry Stone Path.

Quarry Stone?

Marinette pulled out her pamphlet and compared the names.

Maybe I will get to see Quarry Stone after all.

—

It was a fair hike to Quarry Stone, but it was so worth it.

The trees were lush and green, every bench and table were in perfect condition, people were everywhere, and interspersed across the field were dozens of giant black pillars of rock.

Marinette gave a glance to the other trails.

Waterfalls, meadows, beachside.... there were so many choices.

“Excuse me, sir?” She touched the arm of a nearby elderly man, who was exiting one of the trails. “I was wondering, do you know these trails well? Could you maybe recommend one to me?”

“Never been to Quarry Stone, have you dear?” He gave her a friendly smile.

“No.”

“Well, when I was young and adventurous, I would go on the Nymph’s River path. On a sunny day like this, it’s sure to be a magical sight.”

“It’s cloudy, you old coot!”

A frail old woman in a worn pink dress stumbled from the same path.

“What?” The man put on a thick pair of spectacles and squinted at the sky. “So it is.”

“I’m Henry’s wife, Meredith, and what’s your name, sweetie?”

“I’m Marinette. It’s nice to meet you.” She grinned at the familiar banter that reminded her of her parents.

“Likewise, dear.” A bony hand grasped her own. “Now, what’s a little thing like you doing out here all alone?”

“Um, my class, we’re here on a field trip and we had… a disagreement on what to do.”

“Ah, and they let you do your thing but it’s not as fun alone, is it?”

“No, not really.”

“I’ve got just the place for you dear. Henry, what about...” she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“You’re a genius, Mere. Kiddo, just go down that path,” he pointed her to the forest, “and I promise it will be a sight worth seeing.”

“Okay, thank you both so much!” She waved to the couple as she headed down the path, memorizing their faces in case they encounter one another again.

—

It truly was a sight worth seeing, as promised.

When Marinette finally broke out of the dark greens in the surrounding the trail, she was met by the most soothing sight she’d ever laid eyes on.

She was standing on a large ledge carved out of the hill; metal posts and railings were surrounding the platform. Nothing noteworthy.

But the sight it was there to show was unimaginably perfect. The sand was a pure white, which would have been blinding if it wasn’t for the clouds covering the sun. The stone spires that decorated the entire forest were dotting the beach in all their splendor, rising proudly and casting barely noticeable shadows across the sand and the pale, rolling waves.

She leaned on the railing; taking in the soothing spectacle. It was almost like she was falling asleep, her consciousness drifting until she had no other thought but the muted colors in front of her...

“Meow?”

Marinette screamed and leapt away from the sound, pushing her back against the railing and gripping it with both hands likes she was on a crashing elevator.

A black cat with startling blue eyes stared at her, tilting its head in a quizzical motion.

“Mrrrrrr.” Was its only reaction to her panic.

“He- hello?”

It stared at her waved hand, like it was the most interesting thing it had seen.

She held it out tentatively, in an open gesture, leaving enough space for it to leave.

It stared at it for a moment longer before tentatively leaning forwards to place its head in her palm. It purred as she scritched its chin.

“What’s your name, kitty?” She mused. “Garfield? Like the Culpa that started the mansion?”

It leaned its head into her pinky in a silent gesture to go on.

“Harriet? Darrian? Abigail?”

No cigar.

“What about Culpa?”

The cat purred and nuzzled her hand with a vigor.

“Culpa it is.” She brought her other hand to pet at the newly-christened Culpa’s ear.

Culpa mewled with a satisfaction that seemed... almost human on the face of the pitch cat.

—

The rest

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cl0wnmama · 3 years ago

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Something magical

(Warning, this chapter is an joke, this is a joke between me and owl, basically Cesar and Maximilian are super gay for each other )

(Also chapters will probably take longer and I apologize for that)

Cesar's POV-

I'm excited, my very attractive friend, Maximilian has asked me to join him for lunch, I just couldn't refuse!

As soon as he asked my answer was already at the tip of my tongue!

I was already get ready, touching up my hair

We aren't going to the mansion because I decided he was coming over here! I've been their so many times already, it's only fair

I hear footsteps and an voice

"Oh hello sir, welcome to the doll house, are you here for someone?" My sister, Alice says

"Is Cesar here?" MAXI- *cough* Maximilian says

As soon as I hear him, I just wanna to jump out of my room and surprise him but I cannot, not yet at least

"Yes he is! You must be Maximilian, I'm Alice, his little sister, here lemme get you seated" my sister says as she lead him to the table, she's probably going to make him tea, typical motherly Alice

At least she has him distracted, that means I can surprise him, I'll lower myself from my strings!

As soon as I got everything planned in my head I set it into action

I summoned my strings, and put them into position, making sure it'll lift me down slowly, then I practiced, it was perfect

I then called them

"Alice can you come here? Bring Maximilian along will you"

I hear Alice walking, whispering things, I couldn't hear them disappointingly

I see them, I see Alive mouth turn into a '0' shape as she sees me

And Maximilian, he was glazing at me, blushing slightly

"I wanted to show you an trick I was working on!"

"Wait Cesar-"

I ready my trick, I felt so elegant

"CESAR, YOUR STRINGS!" Alice screamed

I was confused until I heard it

*Snap*

Oh no

I fell, it was a long way down so I guess I'll be turn to saw dust

Then I felt arms catch me, it was Maximilian

"My dear! You must be more careful, I truly thought I lost you for good!" Shouted Maximilian

"I can promise you, I'm already dead, I can't die twice, maybe who knows also I've done this before, this was merely an accident" I protest but Maximilian just chuckled at me

"Ok, I believe you, but let's just go sit down and try not get hurt hm?" He says as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear

"O-ok" my face was redder that Ivan's eyes

Alice was look was us, her hand covering her mouth, probably hiding an massive smile

"I'll leave you two alone hehe!" Alice then runs off

After that happened, I showed him the doll house, he was amazed, as we got to my room, I opened a bottle of wine, and poured us each a glass, this wine was gifted to me by Peter, said to be strong

I gave him his glass, as I say down next to him, and sipped mine immediately, enjoying the smooth flavor but then it hit me

Damn what is in this, I feel drunk already!

Maximilian didn't drink his yet, but he looked over at me

"Hi~" I slurred out

"Hello Cesar"

"Have I ever thought you how attractive I think you are?"

"No,tell me"

"I've always had a thing for curly hair, that's one, two you have a nice face to look at I wish I could see more of it, three you're so nice to me you even don't brag about riches to me because you know it upsets me and that's hot in it's own"

Maximilian face turn from gold to Rudy red, he was liking the attention a little, I could tell

"R-really? Well it's respectful to obey f-friends wishes yes?-" he tugging at his collar

"MmM yea, can I wish something?" I asked as I get closer to him

"Yes of course! What would you like?"

"I want a kiss, on the lips preferably" I then scooted closer, now we are inches away from each other's faces

He was frozen in place, he didn't know what to do, cute

"UhhhH UMm okay sure-"

That was all I needed, I gently placed my lips on his, closing my eyes and tilting my head a little, wrapping my arms around his neck for support

He then kissed me back, it felt like an dream, something only within my own consciousness but it's not.. it's real

We stayed like this, air isn't temporary for us so we could stay like this forever if we wanted but I pulled away

Opening my eyes to look at him

"Goodnight" I say and then vomit uncontrollably and pass out.

As soon as I woke up,

//Minutes pass//

I woke up, feeling my head hurt, oh shoot where's Maximilian!? I looked left and right

I have to apologize for my behavior

As I got up, I saw something on my dresser, an note, I opened it

Dear Cesar,

I don't think you remember much from the night before but, I enjoy our 'date' even with a few minor errors here and there I wouldn't give anything to change the outcome, it was something magical, our night out inspired me to make a new play, once you visit, I can show you but for now, I hope to see you again

I̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ y̶o̶u̶

Sincerely, Maximilian D.

I smile, hugging the letter, he was right, it was something magical

(Hope you guys like this monstrosity, it was nice writing something romantic than hurt- LMAO)

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canyouhearthelight · 4 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 140

And here we have the last chapter of the Food Festival! This is one part I was pretty excited to write - The Closing Costume Party. I wouldn’t have been able to get this one squared away without @baelpenrose and @charlylimph-blog... Both of you caught a few things I didn’t that kept it from making sense from a reader perspective. So thank you both, very much.

I growled softly to myself as I twisted my arms behind my back to pull on my costume. Normally, I was more than flexible enough, but the amount of leverage I needed right now just wasn’t happening unless I was willing to seriously dislocate something. Dropping my hands, I frowned as I jiggled my arms a little to work feeling back into my elbows.

“You really should have fitted this sooner than now,” Conor laughed against the back of my head as he pulled the laces tight on the blood-red corset. Getting one made while laying low and avoiding Hannah had been a nightmare, but it was going to be worth it. I just knew it.

“You just wanted to see me try this entire costume on sooner,” I joked as I felt everything fit snugly - but not too tightly - into place.

Maverick flicked a lock of my hair over my shoulder and positioned it just-so. “It’s not his fault that you couldn’t fit this over your scrubs and have it work for tonight.”

“Who wants to see a corset over scrubs?” I scrunched my nose at the thought while smoothing my sleeves and adjusting my collar. “So far so good?” I asked, slightly louder.

As a credit to their maturity regarding the matter, both men looked me over earnestly before glancing at each other. Conor finally broke the silence. “Aren’t the slits in the skirt a bit… high?” Maverick whispered in his ear, and an expression of utter comprehension glowed on his face. “Oh! That’s… Love, that’s clever.”

I grinned hard enough to cramp my jaw. “Thank you.” Despite how daring the outfit looked, there was exactly zero chance of any wardrobe malfunctions more serious than a hole in my stockings - a near-indestructible nude bodysuit under everything made sure of that.

“Your turn, now,” Maverick insisted, eliciting a groan from Conor, who he had turned toward while brandishing eyeliner.

“Isn’t it bad enough I let the two of you do this?” He gestured at his hair, which was styled within an inch of his life and would sustain an EF4 tornado with minimal loss of glitter.

“Nope,” I popped, still smiling as I sat down to put on my boots. Parvati and Hannah had envisioned tonight to be a sort of return-to-our-roots in a very feral, primitive way, complete with costumes. “We’ve been imagining since before we could cook,” Hannah had pointed out. Between that and the multiple hints that I wasn’t capable of costuming myself, I had gone a bit more over the top than I had originally planned. Hence the corset, the boots, Conor’s hair… although the leather pants the guys were wearing had been decidedly Maverick’s idea and I resisted the need to fall at his feet in gratitude.

Once we were finally costumed, we managed to arrive just-fashionably late to the last hurrah of the Festival. I don’t know who gaped harder - us at the party, or the people who managed to recognize me when they saw me leading the men in. Parvati’s incredible, winding mural was noticeably weathered and patchy, giving the overall atmosphere a post-apocalyptic feel. The only noticeable lighting came from the braziers, and deep, almost subsonic music thumped in my chest, driving my adrenaline just high enough to overwhelm my anxiety.

My nose led us over to the first stall of the night, the smell of charring meat fitting the tone. Per a previous discussion around our costumes, I did not reach for anything but instead Conor took my portion and fed it to me - his idea, this time, though Maverick had readily agreed. It was just enough to set off a few murmurs before I heard a familiar laugh cut through the air.

“Councillor Reid!” Jokul’s voice crowed, turning our heads his direction. Warmly, he clasped my hands when offered, trembling with the laughter he was trying to suppress. “This is an unexpected but pleasant surprise.”

I took a moment to take in his fur trousers and tunic, with rough metal covering vital areas. “The dirt is a nice touch,” I offered, squeezing his hands in greeting. “And Ivan! Well done, sir!”

Ivan rubbed the freshly-buzzed back of his head and grinned. “He actually already had the furs, I just made the armored parts.”

“I meant all of it,” I admonished softly, waving at his work throughout the event.

“Antique, yeah?” Conor asked, gesturing to the furs both of them were wearing.

To his credit, Jokul scoffed. “Absolutely not. Quality synthetic.”

“Don’t let Hannah find out.”

A silver brow arched high enough to impress even Tyche. “Who do you think I commissioned?”

“Clever boy.” I winked at Ivan, eliciting a grin.

In response, Ivan did a runway-twirl, his fur kilt flaring just slightly. “What do you think, Councillor? Can I pull it off?”

With the cheekiest grin my soul could ever manifest, I stared him down. “I think I am the wrong person to ask that.” Even in the dim light, I could see Jokul’s face turn bright red.

“I smell goat,” Maverick interrupted, entirely off topic and completely unabashed.

Ivan’s nose twitched. “Oh, you’re right!” Sniff, sniff. “And it’s on a spit! Let’s find it before it’s gone!”

With that, he snagged Jokul’s wrist and dragged him less like he was an easily two-hundred pound man and more like he was a kite. When I snickered, my former enemy leaned over and murmured “I like the chains, very nice touch.”

I shook the wrist that connected to Conor’s belt and whispered conspiratorially. “Your idea, really. You were so convinced I was leading the entire Ark like this…”

He had the decency to snort. “Seeing it in reality, I was a complete idiot. But it’s quite poetic, and I like it.”

“Poetic?” I asked as I tried to keep pace in the six-inch heels I had elected to wear.

“Are they chaining you down, or are you leading them by their gonads? Or, perhaps, are they saving you from yourself?” He gave a very pointed look at the delicate chains going from the shackles on my wrists to the links attached just above Maverick’s and Conor’s hips.

“Saving me, definitely.” My confession was unashamed and completely sober, the result of the primal music and smells surrounding me.

“Gods agree, someone needs to.”

I didn’t have time to argue before we arrived at the source of the enticing smell - a Jamaican barbecue vendor, who had oxtails, saltfish, and…

“Grilled goat!” Ivan crowed triumphantly. As he started handing out portions from the dancing, grinning vendor, he raised an eyebrow when he noticed that the portion he tried to hand to me was intercepted by Maverick first, and then fed to me rather than feeding myself.

“Not my idea,” I managed around an insanely delicious bite. “Swear.”

“Kink tomato,” he insisted, holding up his hands.

Conor almost choked laughing. “Not our kink either, mate. Just set dressing for the Queen over here.” Taking another bite, he winked at me.

“Ah, Conor’s idea then,” Jokul nodded sagely before erupting in the closest thing to a girlish squeal I could imagine coming from him. “Miss Harper, we’ve been looking for you!”

Shit, I thought to myself. I hadn’t thought of what Charly would say when I discussed this idea with Conor and Maverick, and I was just realizing it was a monumental oversight. Plastering a smile on my face, I turned in the direction Jokul had shouted -

Only to be confronted with what looked like a fox with antlers, a rakish Anansi, the Queen of the Dead, a blind healer, and… a walking shrine? I wasn’t sure what exactly Arthur was dressed as, but I could clearly identify a shabby tweed suit, his sword, a tome that I hoped was faux-moldy, breastplate, shin guards, along with various tchotchkes that looked like they came from high-schoolers and were a bit too beat up to be faked.

“Arthur, what are you?” I asked. Where anyone else would find it rude, I knew my bluntness would be either appreciated or ignored entirely.

“The Ghost of Classes Past.” He swept into a near-Shakespearen bow, gesturing at the bits and bobs that adorned him. “Humans protect, and we mourn those we could not to ensure they live on in memory.” The thump of the music did not change, but his costume gave it a sepulchral tone, like a dying heartbeat.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, the antlered fox bounced familiarly before looking at the Queen of the Dead. “You did a fantastic job on their costumes! They look amazing!” Her antlers were, of course, somehow illuminated from below, but damn me if I could figure out how.

Despite the fact that I knew damned well that Tyche wanted to erupt into laughter at the suggestion, she managed to, quite impressively, tamp it down to a savage smile of silver fangs and blood-red lips. Flapping a hand at myself, Conor, and Maverick, she gave her bell-like fake-laugh, fully in character. “Oh, I had nothing to do with this. Darling Sophia and her merry toys conceived it all on their own. This is the first time I’ve even seen it, darling.” She turned to me, tipping her chin down in respect. “Well done, dearest sister.” Tyche was on peak display, with kohl lining her glowing grey eyes, a black bodysuit covering her from collar to feet, fitted vest and cardigan vest, all partnered with a skirt that could be ten inches thick or ten miles of ribbon - who knew with all the darting and layers? Not me, but I was surely impressed with what looked like ten miles of black feathers flowing from her waist to her hips.

“Why, thank you, Your Majesty.” I swept my leg back in a daring curtsy, forcing Conor and Maverick to smother their laughter at Jokul and Ivan’s faces.

“Ma’am! Ma’am ma’am ma’am!” Charly demanded as she pulled me upright. “You blushed at the concept of kink night, and here I find you leading your men around by their hips!”

I tossed my hair and winked at Jokul. “They aren’t being led, they are saving me from myself.” To Charly’s credit, I did look one deep breath from embarrassment - a black dress with red trim, sliced from floor to ribs and collar to navel, over what appeared to be just fishnet stockings and cavalier boots. The only thing, visibly, retaining any sort of deceny was the corset sealing me in the dress. To go with it, I sported chunky, silver cuffs chained to both Maverick and Conor. Ducking in, I whispered, “I probably will have to be cut out of this bodysuit, no worries on me flashing anyone.”

“Ooooo… well played, madam, well played,” she cheered, twirling me around, forcing both men to pivot with me, laughing, before giving me a very concerned look. “How fucking tall are those?” This was clearly directed at my heels, which she was staring at like a shark presented with a steak.

“Six,” I admitted. “But I did pointe ballet for a little while, so… This isn’t that bad.”

Maverick ducked into the center of the circle we formed. “They’re a full size too big to allow for swelling and she has the toe boxes lined with impact foam.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to wear these things?” I asked with a glare that had him standing ramrod straight and barely restraining a laugh.

Tyche, to her credit, patted my shoulder. “While sitting. Or, if you have to stand, with a platform in the toe.”

“No shit,” I hissed, setting the mummified healer doubling over in laughter. “But I’ve done enough damage to my feet, thank you, so… there may be foot braces involved.” One of which was currently digging in just in front of my heel, which I made a mental note to pass on to the development team.

A thick, French accent set me shaking my head when it came from the very-not-French looking mummy. “Well played, Sophia. The sling and calf brace design I saw recently get approved by medical?”

I groaned as I realized that of course this was Antoine. Life and Death, forever partnered. “Yesssss,” I hissed. “Grey created the design.” I unzipped one boot down far enough to roll it below my knee, exposing braces above and below the kneecap before running further down. “The weight is distributed throughout the leg, before terminating across the front and back of the arch of the foot, to even out the pressure.”

I could almost see numbers whirling beneath the six-foot-plus candy-pink bowler hat. “That… sounds like it might actually be comfortable,” Coffey intoned. I couldn’t help but grin at the tilt of his hat and the feather arching behind him.

“More comfy than actual heels, yes,” I admitted before deflecting attention as far from me as possible. Which, considering how much weight was normally put on the ball of the foot in heels like this, wasn’t a lie…. “But we aren’t here for this! We’re here for food!”

Cheers erupted, and we set off dragging each other to what bits we had discovered. The theme of the night was firmly set around protein, grilled if possible, with wicks of smoke dancing through the flickering light along with the thump of the music. Some were spicy, others unexpectedly sweet. As I laughed, and ate, and sweated, and danced, I could freely admit that there was exactly zero percent chance that I would have imagined this in my wildest dreams. And even better? I could enjoy every second, every smell, every beat of the music. I made a point to wink at each camera I could spot, to the point that, first Tyche, and then everyone else felt the need to comically push down my thumbs-up and cover my face.

Clearly, Parvati and Hannah, who I hadn’t seen all night, were monitoring what they would later discover to be a flying pass on their final exam.

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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.shower sex - vladimir.

hi, my lovely babies heheheheh (deja vú much?)

PLEASE UNDERSTAND i don’t hate ethan adiojsdohfojv jkjk

i just enjoy putting him and ivan on comical situations khjk

1.405 words. enjoy!

Eloise was rolling around on Vladimir's bed. Ever since he found out the moon didn't affect him anymore, the vampire was keen on going out every day to take care of the garden.

Eloise was used to finding him first thing at night as he was the first to wake up, so even if she were happy for him, it'd take her some time to get adjusted to the changes. She gave up on reading. Instead, Eloise went in for a shower. Since the boys had a shower while she did not (bummer), she got into their bathroom. Ivan was in his room with a Gameboy she gave him. Raphael was in the library, and Aaron was probably eating prey somewhere ever since last week, the other two, well, everybody knew the drill.

Clothes long forgotten, Eloise found herself relaxing under the warm water. Vladimir sometimes made mean comments on how much she liked to "boil herself clean" instead of bathing in actual lukewarm water. The girl smiled, using his shampoo to wash her hair and scrubbing herself. She stood under the water a little more and turned off the shower to get the soap, but the doorknob turning startled her for a second before she relaxed. It was him. She knew before he even opened the door. His knowing smirk was the first thing she zeroed her eyes in.

"My, my. You are a sight for sore eyes, but what are you doing in here? Want any of the others to walk in?" He chuckled at her eye roll, loosening his tie and undoing his waistcoat.

"What are you doing?" She asked, watching him locking the door.

"I might as well join you, right? If you are not comfortable, it is fine." His expression relaxed when she opened her arms. He let his hair down, coming closer to her. She undid the buttons on his pants, then his white shirt.

Instead of kissing him, however, she kneeled, wet hair and fringe making Vladimir sigh. That was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen. His cock throbbed above her mouth. One of her hands grabbed him, pumping slowly and carefully.

"Let me show you how much I missed you."

Her mouth kissed the underside, just how it made him shiver. Her other hand gripping his ass for leverage made a blush creep upon him. She was so bold compared to other women he had, yet so careful.

Her pretty lips engulfed the head, tongue lapping once at the leaky tip. She jerked him slowly, finding every corner he loved so much with her tongue.

His breath quickened as her hand caressed his ass slowly, now slurping on him. Her eyes never left him. Eloise whimpered to answer his sounds full of approval. Her glistening body shivered with the now cold bathroom, but it added to the feeling when her warm mouth left him only to bring him back.

His tip touched her throat once, twice, and then once more. Vladimir felt as if seeing stars, a bubbling tension on his stomach the more they kept eye contact. He grabbed a fistful of his girlfriend's hair without pulling it to signal her to stop, or he was going to cum on the spot. She eagerly shot up, knees a little red.

His hands ran along her slippery hips, sighing in content. "You are stunning, love. Looks almost good to eat." He smiled when Eloise rolled her eyes at him.

"So good that I might." His left hand turned the shower on, right clutching the base of Eloise's neck and biting without care. She moaned, bucking her hips against him. Vladimir sucked in a breath, rutting back harshly. She chuckled. His chugs were knocking her breath away, pleasure filling her mind and making her body limp against him.

"You're so rough," the mewl didn't go unnoticed by him, but he was too focused on lapping up at the wound he made, watching it close little by little until the white dots he knew and loved covered his trace, a little red still. His fingers slithered between their bodies, rubbing short circles on the bud. She sighed, resting her head against the tiles and turning the shower off. His fingers prodded at her entrance after a few nice rubs.

He pushed in, stopping knuckles deep and then coming back. Eloise's head spun, dizzy from the contact with him. His thumb toyed with her clit, and his hands pushed in and out. His mouth smothered her with kisses along her neck.

"Vladimir, please-" a harsh slap on her ass made her yelp. He stopped his strokes, grabbing her chin a little roughly.

"Did I say you could talk?" His hot breath fanned across her neck, making her shiver. She shook her head. "That is more like it, my love. Now, where were we?" His rhythm resumed, eyes gleaming with mischief when she opened her mouth to say many things, but none of them could come out until she mustered the courage to speak.

"Um, sir." She called weakly.

"Yes, love?"

"Can I touch you?" He huffed, kissing her lips roughly and guiding her hand to his stomach.

"I suppose you have been nothing but good to me."

Her hand shot straight to his dick, rubbing it with a trembling fist. His head rolled back, and he sucked in a breath. Her hand on his length was shaky, but that added to the pleasure when she didn't control the strength and jerked him harshly. He whimpered, thrusting into her hand, and straining his ears to her pussy squelching around his finger. She was starting to waver around him so bad that he could swear he was the one almost cumming.

"Come on, my love. Do it around me." That was all it took for her to cry out, head rolling back to give Vlad more room to suck red blotches on her already bruised neck. His fingers staggered when her walls squeezed them, her juices flowing around his hand.

All of a sudden, but all by Eloise's hands, his tip prodded her entrance, making her legs tremble. She screwed her eyes shut, sinking as best she could. He bit her neck harshly.

"You are truly eager." He grumbled, "but I will do as you wish today."

Her legs were trembling, eyes sending a message to move, but he didn't like his authority challenged.

"What is it?" He asked, chuckling when she grabbed his shoulders. "Want me to move?"

"God, yes! Yes, please."

"I think you can handle a bit of work."

Her eyes pleaded, but she couldn't wait and sunk on him, holding herself on his shoulders for dear life. The whines she let in the air made him chuckle.

"Are you done?" His smile widened when she sunk to the hilt, thrusting into her. "You just cannot stay quiet, can you?"

His pace picked up. His hand pulled Eloise's leg up to get a better angle, gripping her ass as she moaned on him, wet bodies gliding together.

"I am not going to last as much. We cannot take too long." He husked, snapping his hips roughly and trying to resist the urge to stay there for a few hours.

"Make me cum again. I don't care."

"That is just pathetic, don't you agree?"

"Hmmm, yes, more." He chuckled darkly, then moaned when he focused on how drenched his cock was.

"You are doing a great job, love. I feel like I won't pull out."

"Please don't. Don't." Her cries made his cock throb. He was reaching his end.

"Eloise-"

He stopped when she let a short, very desperate, and small cry, locking up and stilling. His pace picked up to chase his high, a loud groan piercing her ears when he buried himself to the hilt and ground against her, riding their highs.

"God, Eloise..!"

She had her mouth open, two lonely tears dripping down her cheeks.

"I love you, Vladimir."

"I love you too."

"Open the motherfucking door or die! I'm peeing on myself over here!"

"Geez, Ethan. Just go to the other bathroom. So noisy..." Ivan murmured, making Eloise laugh. She slapped a hand on her mouth, but Vladimir just turned the shower on and started to wash her with soap, an easy smile on his face.

"Pest? What are you doing in the- oh."

Ivan's laughter almost covered his running to the other bathroom.

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salthaven · 6 years ago

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Stupid and in Love: Origins, Part Two

Chapter Two: Origins, Part Two

Nino’s first day of school was okay. He supposes that it could have gone better. On one hand, it sucks that Miss Bustier forced him to sit in the front. But on the other hand, he gets to sit closer to Nette, so that’s rad.

Plus, he sits alone. So he can chill out and not worry about getting in a desk partner’s space.

He kind of wishes he had the nerve to ask Nette to sit with him. But she seems happy beside that new girl...Alya, yeah? Yeah. She seems chill. He’s glad Nette made a friend, she needs them.

The rest of the day went as usual, you know? He got told off for trying to listen to music when class started, he got distracted by seeing Nette for a minute (just a minute, he swears), and, oh yeah, his classmate turned into a supervillain and started rampaging all over Paris.

Fun times, fun times.

Okay, no, this is a fever dream or something, right? Nino imagined yesterday, right?

Wrong.

It’s all over the news. Every news channel talks about Stoneheart’s rampage from yesterday, covers Ladybug and Chat Noir’s superhero debut, and then panics over the sudden appearance of stone monsters that are as still as statues.

Nino passes one of them, frozen in place. It’s bizarre. It’s unreal.

Nino slips through the entrance, then pauses. Turning around, he sees Marinette, who stares at a stone monster with...guilt? Or maybe it’s fear.

Either way, Nino finds himself walking over to her, slowly moving his hands to tug down his headphones.

“Nette!” Nino calls out, and she jumps, eyes darting away from the monster.

“Hey, Nino,” she says, smiling awkwardly. “How are you?”

He shrugs. “Doing as well as I can. It’s surreal, isn’t it?”

“More like awesome!” Alya shouts as she races up to the two. She waves her phone frantically. “Guys, I got the best footage of Ladybug yesterday! She was so cool!”

“Really?” Marinette asks, and the word seems strangled. “But look at all of these Stonehearts. Don’t you think she should have stopped this?”

Alya brushes off Marinette’s concerns. “Don’t worry, girl, I bet Ladybug will have this fixed before we notice! She’s epic, I’m telling you. I think I’m going to make a blog about her- I could call it the Ladyblog! That has a nice ring, don’t you think?”

Nino watches how Marinette shrinks in on herself, shrugging. “I, I don’t know. What about Chat Noir? He seems to have a hang of the whole hero thing, maybe you should base the blog on him?”

Alya shrugs. “I can’t come up with a good name for a Chat Noir themed blog, but good idea!”

“So you’re like a, uh, Lois Lane?” Nino asks. “Reporting on the heroes, fangirling on the side?”

Alya shrugs, a smirk growing. “Hey, if it means Chat Noir wants to sweep me off my feet, he can go right ahead.”

Nino snorts and holds open the door to the school. The girls pass him, and then he says, “So, see a hero for one day and fall for him?”

“What can I say? I love superheroes.” Alya pockets her phone as she shoves open the locker room’s door. “And if I can’t be a hero, I might as well report on them, you know?”

“But if you could be a hero, would you?” Marinette asks. Nino blinks, surprised by the urgent tone in Marinette’s voice. Is she...is she okay?

‘She’s just stressed,’ Nino reasons with himself. ‘She needs to focus on something, get her mind off of the frozen Stonehearts.’

“Of course!” Alya doesn’t hesitate, grinning. “I’d be thrilled to fight beside Ladybug and Chat Noir! Imagine that.”

Marinette tugs on one of her pigtails, a nervous habit of hers that Nino has caught onto. “What about being Ladybug?”

Alya snorts. “Yeah, right. Like I could replace her.”

Marinette frowns. “I’m sure you could. She didn’t do that great yesterday.”

Nino pauses, then sets his textbook back in his locker. Turning to Marinette, he asks, “Nette, why don’t you like Ladybug?”

“Huh?” She seems startled by the question, and Nino flushes.

“You just, well, you keep talking about how bad Ladybug was, and that she messed up...do you not like her?”

Marinette waves her arm frantically, shaking her head. “No! No, I just meant that, uh, she’s just getting so much praise and Chat isn’t but she doesn’t seem to know what she’s doing and I-”

“Girl,” Alya says calmly, patting Marinette’s shoulder, “it’ll be fine. I know it’s scary, but you need to relax. Ladybug is new, but she’ll figure it out. She’s smart.” Alya winks. “I’ve seen her up close, the girl is clever.”

Marinette slumps. “If you say so.” She shuts her locker and turns to Nino. “You have everything you need?”

Nino grabs his textbook, then nods. “Yeah! Let’s go.”

The walk to class is a bit quiet, but Alya rambles on about how Ladybug’s crazy plan to defeat Stoneheart yesterday. Nino can tell that Alya is trying to help Marinette calm down, but Marinette just seems defeated.

He hopes that Ladybug and Chat Noir will fix everything, and soon. He hates seeing Nette look so down.

Stepping into the classroom, Nino is surprised to see a new student. The boy looks, well, he looks annoyed, throwing out a piece of gum as he scolds Chloé.

“Seriously, you can’t put gum on someone’s seat just because they upset you!” He admonishes. Chloé, for her part, just rolls her eyes.

“Of course I can, Adrikins. Listen, you haven’t been here before, but you’ll understand. She’s awful!”

“I doubt anyone deserves that, Chloé,” ‘Adrikins’ responds.

“Oh what’s she doing now?” Alya asks, glaring at Chloé.

The blond boy turns to face her, eyes wide. “Are you Marinette?”

Marinette clears her throat, eyes inquisitive as she steps forward. “I’m Marinette.”

He smiles awkwardly. “Your seat might be a little...sticky. I tried to remove most of the gum, but I’m not sure if I was able to get all of it.” He huffs, side-eyeing Chloé. “I wouldn’t have had to worry about it if someone had just restrained themselves.”

��Chloé scoffs. “Puh-lease. Adrien, she’s horrible. She deserves it.”

“Oh, I’m horrible?” Marinette asks, and it’s like a fuse has been lit within her. Suddenly, she’s glaring at Chloé with a venom Nino has never seen in the sweet and timid girl. “Because, last I checked, I’m not the girl who goes around bullying everyone in this class, and kicking kids out of their seats because their precious ‘Adrikins’ is going to sit in the spot in front of them!”

Nino blinks, surprised that Marinette yelled at Chloé. It was kind of hot, he’s not going to lie.

Chloé laughs, sitting down in Nette’s old seat. “Oh no, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do, Dupain-Cheng? It’s not like you’ve ever done anything before.”

Marinette inhales deeply, summoning her courage. Then she speaks calmly. “Move.”

“What?”

“Get out of my seat. Move.”

“Puh-lease. It’s my seat, fair and square!” She smirks. “So you can just shut up and go back to your new seat.”

Marinette scowls, opening her mouth...and then shuts it. Suddenly, the fight goes out of the bluenette. She backs up, looking down. “I…” the bell rings before Marinette can finish her sentence. She sighs and slips into her seat.

Nino glares at Chloé before sitting in his spot. Adrien awkwardly sits beside him.

“I’m sorry,” Adrien says, and Nino can tell that the blond is sincere. “Chloé and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, I didn’t know she was like...this. She’s been my only friend my whole life.”

Nino cringes. “That’s rough, bro.”

He shrugs. “I tried to talk to her, but I’m not sure how much Chloé cares. Is she always like this?” He looks afraid of the answer, fidgeting with a silver ring on his finger.

“Yeah, man, Chloé is the worst.”

Adrien sighs. “I never knew. Wow, I stink at making friends.”

“Hey, I’ll be your friend!” Nino smiles, patting Adrien on the back. “So now you have a better record. And I bet Nette and Alya will want to be your friends, after seeing how you scolded Chloé. That was epic, man!”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Adrien smiles. “I’m glad. Marinette didn’t deserve that.”

He’s right. She didn’t. She doesn’t deserve any of Chloé’s comments or insults. Nobody does.

Maybe it’s time that Nino starts standing up for himself, too. Like Nette did, even if it was just for a moment…

The door slams open as Miss Bustier calls Ivan’s name, pulling Nino out of his thoughts. Stoneheart stands in the doorway, growling.

“Chloooooé,” he drawls out. “Mylèèèèèène.” He walks towards the two girls, grabbing them and stalking out. Nino is vaguely aware of screaming, of footsteps pounding as his classmates race away in fear. He watches Adrien as he darts off, muttering something about hiding, stares at Alya as she pulls out her phone, as she says something about how she needs to record the fight, sees how Marinette darts after the girl with wide eyes and frantic words falling out of her mouth, carrying Alya’s bag with her.

He jumps up, chasing after Marinette. He can’t let her get hurt!

He can’t find her. He can’t find her, and she’s going to get hurt and-

Nino watches as an old man trips and falls over. He rushes over and helps.

“Are you okay, du- sir?” Nino asks. The man nods, smiling slightly.

“Yes. Thank you, young man. Are you alright?”

“Huh?”

“You seemed to be worried,” the man says, resting on his cane. “Is something the matter?”

“My friend, Nette,” Nino finds himself saying. “She raced after our friend Alya, and I’m worried Nette will get hurt. I can’t really tell Alya to stop, I just met her, but Nette is one of my first friends and I don’t, I can’t let anything happen to her.” Words. They make sense, right?

The old man smiles knowingly. “She’s special to you, isn’t she?”

Nino nods, unsure of what to say.

The man hums. “Perhaps you should head back to your school. Maybe you will figure out what to do there, yes?”

Nino shrugs. “I, maybe?”

“Lockers are a good area to hide, if the monster comes by,” the man advises, and then hobbles off. Then he pauses, and says, “Take good care of your friends, okay? I’m counting on you, Nino.”

Determination fills him. “I will, du- sir!” He turns to head back to school, then freezes. Turning around, he starts, “Wait, how did you know my-”

The man is gone.

Nino shakes it off. Maybe he told the man? But he doesn’t remember mentioning his name. Does it matter?

Nino heads to the locker room, trying to come up with a plan. Alright, so he lost track of Marinette, there’s a bunch of Stonehearts all over Paris, and he’s supposed to protect Marinette...how?

Opening his locker, Nino finds an oddly shaped box. Confused, he opens it.

A turtle shaped thing flies out, and eyes him with a somewhat downcast expression.

“You must be Nino,” the turtle greets. “Very well. I am Wayzz, your Kwami. We must act quickly, to help out Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Suddenly, Nino has a way to protect Nette...and all of Paris, too.

This’ll be interesting.

#Stupid and in Love #ninette #nino you're already in love slow down let the story catch up #give nino more showtime i love him

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Chapter 9

Y/N’s Outfit:

Y/N POV

Shawn pulled up to the restaurant's valet.

The workers opened my side of the door and held it open. I got my clutch and smiled at the worker holding the Jeeps door. I got out and walked towards Shawn side of the Jeep.

Shawn handed the keys to the chauffeur, we then walked into the restaurant. The man that collects the coats comes to get mine, but Shawn speaks up.

"I'll take her coat, thanks sir." Shawn says smiling at the worker.

"Of course, sir!" The worker said kindly.

Shawn grabs the upper part of my coat and I slightly blush as he does.

"Thank you." I whisper not being able to get my voice to rise.

"No problem, beautiful." He says giving me a warm smile.

Shawn and I walked to the front.

"Reservations for Y/N L/N." I said to the lady in the front.

"Perfect! Your the last two in your party!" The lady said. "He'll lead you to the rest of your table!"

Another worker lead us to our table where everyone was waiting for us.

"Wait so everyone is already here?" Shawn whispered.

"I'm guessing?" I said.

"Oh god! I'm nervous! Do they know I'm coming?" Shawn said regarding my family.

"No they don't!" I giggled knowing that, that'll make him more nervous.

"Oh god Y/N!" Shawn said nervously.

"You'll be fine I promise!" I said squeezing his shoulder in reassurance.

He smiled locking his eyes with me.

"This way!" The worker said opening a door, leading us to seatings arrangements in an outdoorsy large room.

There was round tables everywhere! With white tablecloths, large candles in the middle of the table, and beautiful garden-like flower centerpieces. There was chandeliers hanging from the glass see through roofs.

"It's beautiful!" I gasped in awe.

I saw The Dream Team and my family sitting down in the tables. Three tables were set up in one in order to fit us all.

Everyone turned around and saw Shawn and I.

My parents and brothers faces were in shock, from Shawn's presence, I couldn't help but blush.

We walked towards them and I introduced Shawn. First we go over to my parents.

"Mom, dad this is Shawn!" I said to them. "He wanted to meet you guys." I say.

"Shawn this is my mother and father, Patrick and Melissa!" I said introducing them.

My parents stood up.

"Hi, Hello! I'm Shawn!" Shawn said cutely, shaking their hands.

"Good afternoon, Shawn! Nice to meet you!" My mom said shooting him, her million dollar smile.

"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Y/L/N!" Shawn said with his toothy smile.

"Shawn! Finally nice to meet you!" My dad said.

"Thank you sir! Nice to meet you too!" Shawn said.

"Guys sit! We'll talk more later. We don't want to disturb the other parties!" My mother said to Shawn and I.

Shawn and I sat down together.

Shawn and I waved to the Dream Team. They all waved back.

Dylan and Garrett were sitting to my left, and Shawn to my right.

I turned to Garrett and Dylan, and saw them staring at us intensively.

"Dylan! Garrett! I want you to meet Shawn!" I said hugging them in my seat.

"Hey sis!" They both say.

"This is Shawn! As you know he'll be the artist I'm go on tour with!" I say to them.

My parents and The Dream Team Members we're listening to our conversation.

"Nice to finally meet you guys!" Shawn said shaking their hands.

"Yes! Nice to finally meet you too! After hearing about you all the time from this one, for years!!" Garrett said laughing.

Shawn chuckled.

"I'm Dylan! I love your grind and hard work man!" Dylan said.

"Thank you! You're great too!" Shawn said based on his acting game.

Shawn started talking to the Dream Team Members.

"Just so you know we're not messing up your hair because we're in a fancy restaurant!!" Garrett whisper-yelled to me.

I glared at him.

"Well we should come to more fancy restaurants then!" I said putting the cloth on top of my thighs.

Dylan laughed.

"Hey where's Mason??" I asked my mom.

"He was too excited to see you, that he ended sleeping from being so tired of being energized!" Melissa said lying to Y/N.

Her children got the acting skills from her great lying skills. Her children never knew when she lied.

"Aww!" I said sadly.

A waiter then came and starting taking our orders.

I looked through the menus and ordered a pasta.

Everyone ordered their foods and the waiter went to give our order to the cooks.

"So Shawn! How did you find out about Y/N?" My dad said making conversation with Shawn.

"Well my team and I were looking for someone to open up my concerts on tour! What Y/N doesn't know is that Aaliyah, my sister was the one that told me about her! She told me that Y/N did covers of my songs and that she was a fan! So my team and I checked her covers, and we instantly loved her and her voice!" Shawn exclaimed.

"So you're telling me that your whole team and family know about me!" I said to Shawn.

"Well yeah! When you meet them you'll see that they really like you, so you don't have to be nervous!" Shawn said.

I decided not to make a scandal in front of my parents because they'll probably scold me later.

"We'll talk about this later!" I whispered to Shawn.

"I would totally roll my eyes at you right now but your parents and brothers are here!" Shawn whispered making sure no one heard.

We both chuckled.

A group of waiters came and gave us all our food and drinks.

I took my phone out of my clutch and started video taping on Snapchat and on my Instagram Story.

We're here having a celebration dinner because I'm going on tour with Shawn Mendes! *Shawn comes onto the screen smiling* *Turned the camera* *Shows Family, Dream Team, and Food*

I posted the story onto my platforms.

We all dug into the food and had a great time talking and getting to know each other!

"Foods on me!" Shawn suddenly says.

"What? No!!" I said with food in my mouth.

"Shawn! No! Don't worry about it!" My mom said.

"No really! I would love to pay! It's no big deal!" Shawn said looking at my mom.

"No shawn! Don't worry about it!" My mom said to him.

"Really it's ok! Plus Y/N paid for The Harry Potter wands!!" Shawn said looking at me.

"Shawn! They're wands from Walmart! Not a whole dinner!" I said.

"If you really don't want me to pay, I won't." Shawn said reassuringly.

"Thank you!" I said smiling at Shawn.

"That's a really nice offer man! Thanks!" Dylan said.

"Yeah! Except Y/N being her stubborn self didn't let you be the kind man you are!" Garrett said.

I turned to Garrett and glared at him.

"Garrett just didn't want to pay for his food!" Tessa said laughing, making the whole table erupt in laughter.

The waiter came, "Is everything good?"

"Yes! Thank you! Can we get the most expensive champagne you guys have?" My father asked.

"On your way, sir! And here's a treat! The waiter said giving me a plate of dessert.

"Oh this is cute!" I say.

"It is!" Bethany said looking over to my plate.

I giggled.

"Time for a toast!" Froy asked my dad regarding the champagne.

"Yes son!" My dad said.

The waiter came back with the finest champagne in the restaurant.

"I'll bring you all champagne glasses!" The waiter said walking away.

My father opened up the bottle and the cork flew across the room. We got glared at from the other parties.

"Patrick!" My mother scolded at my dad.

We all laughed in the table except my parents.

My dad lifted up his arm, in a way of apologizing for the ruckus.

The waiter came and started passing out the champagne glasses to everyone. My dad passed the bottle to everyone at the table and we all served champagne.

The waiter left and my father started the toast.

He stood up getting. ready. He made eye contact with me and I smiled.

Jazzy started vlogging the toasts for The Dream Team YouTube channel.

"Y/N oh Y/N!" My father sighed. "I just want to start off by saying that you have grown up to be a beautiful young lady. You have always cared about others, you put others before yourself. For example your fans! You care and love for them! All you want is for them to be happy and make their dreams come true! Now it's your time to make your dreams come true! And you are. I am so proud of you Y/N, I could never ask for a better you! You are my little girl, my babygirl and I love you!" My dad said raising up his glass.

I smiled and thanked him.

"Y/N you are the most perfect daughter any mother could ask for! You are always so kind and sweet hearted. Everytime I ask you for a favor you gladly accept. I am so proud of the daughter I have raised and seen grown. I'm so excited to see what is in store for your life! Everyone in this table will miss you when you're out accomplishing your dreams! I'm glad that you'll be with Shawn and not another artist because I can tell Shawn is a great guy and he'll take care of you!" My mom said raising her glass.

We all clapped and looked at who was next.

"Y/N you have been such an amazing friend. You are honestly the most selfless person I've met. I totally agree with Patrick that you always put others ahead of you. And you did that with Emilio and I. You made sure that Emilio and I didn't hold any grudges towards Jake. You helped us become the bigger person by talking with Jake instead of stirring the pot on social media for everyone to see! I want to thank you and I'll miss you when you're on tour with Shawn, I'll even miss you bossing me around the house!" Ivan said.

I smiled and turned to Emilio.

"You are my best friend! We have always had a great time together! I'll miss you when you're on tour! But I know that you are going to have the time of your life with Shawn. You'll be traveling the world and singing, you're favorites. Te quiero mucho Y/N! (I love you Y/N)!" Emilio said.

It was now Tessa turn.

"Y/N my best friend! You're gonna leave me!! I'll miss you so so much! I know that you're gonna be living your dreams though, and that's all that matters! You better call me, text me, FaceTime me every day. Or else I will! I'm glad that you're gonna be with Shawn! I can already tell that you guys are gonna be great friends! I can't wait to see you perform in stadiums. Love you Y/N/N!" Tessa said raising her glass.

"Y/N I'm gonna miss you!! All the girls are. I'm gonna miss our girl talks and getting ready together! I'm gonna miss making videos together! Now who's gonna make the boys hurry up when we're running late! Just you in general brings a light in all of our lives. I love you girly. Just remember always be you and you're a role model to everyone!" Bethany said raising her glass.

It was now Jazzy's turn.

"Y/N I'm going to miss you so much! You have always been there for me and I have always been there for you! Us girls have formed a powerful connection. We can always talk to each other and trust each other and I'm gonna miss that. You're the life of the party and you always see the good in people! That's what I love about you! I'll miss you hunny!" She said blowing me a kiss.

"Oh these next two will be long ones!" I huffed looking at my older brothers.

The table laughed, agreeing. Dylan stands up first, glass in his hand.

"Hey lil sis! I'm so happy to see how far you've come. It makes me sad AND happy to see you grown up. We may be only five years apart in age, but we were always close. I'm happy your going on with your dream. Like I always said dream big baby sis, and you did. I'm so proud to call you my baby sister. It really feels like just yesterday, that me and Garrett were staring down at you in your crib." He gets choked up for a minute looking down. "We'll miss you so much, you better call!" He points at me and I giggle. "Anyway congratulates baby sis! I love you so much!" He hugs me and I start to lightly cry.

I was surprised to see Dylan shed some tears.

Next Garrett stands up. He gets a cheeky smile on and starts as I roll my eyes at him.

"Hmmmm y/n what can I say that Dylan already hasn't said? I want you to know that I'm always going to be here for you! I love you baby sis! You honestly are the best person in the world! I agree with every little thing everyone has said in their toasts. I'm so proud of you and I'm thrilled that you're following your dreams. I always knew you were capable of everything and anything! I love you Y/N! And I can't believe I'm tearing up, Dylan and I made a pact that the only times you would see us cry is when you were born and when you would get married! As you can see we broke that pact already, and I'm sure we'll break it again in the far future!" Garrett said wiping his tears as he sat down.

I turned around and saw that Shawn wasn't in his seat. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"He went to the restroom." Jazzy said smiling.

"Oh ok! Let's finish off the toast without him then!" I said sadly.

"CHEERS!" We all said and clicked our glasses together.

We all sipped our champagne.

Shawn came back and sat with us.

The waiter came and asked if we were good.

"Actually can we have the check?" My mom said.

"Dinner's all paid for!" The waiter smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"Hey?" Shawn said putting his hand on my shoulder.

I turned around looking at Shawn.

"I wanted to pay for you guys! I want to get along with you guys and create a great relationship! Y/N is a great person and I want to get to know you all! I hope you guys are ok with me paying!" Shawn explained to my family.

"Shawn! Thank you so much! But it's the last time you'll pay! I'm letting this slide." My mom said.

"Thank you Ms. Y/L/N!" Shawn smiled.

"Call me Melissa please!" My mom said.

"Oh so that's where you were when apparently you were in the "bathroom"?" I say giggling.

Shawn nodded, giving me his hand.

I giggled and we all stood up, getting out of the restaurant.

The valet pulled up with all of our whips.

"Bye guys! Thank you so much for everything! I love you guys so so much!!" I said to family.

"We love you too baby!" My dad said.

We all hugged and Shawn and I went onto his Jeep.

Shawn started driving out of the parking lot.

"You didn't have to pay!" I said to Shawn.

"I wanted to though! And I want your family to like me!" Shawn said going into the freeway.

"Thank you though! For the kind gesture! You're so sweet!" I said kissing his cheek.

He smiled and his cheeks turned into a rose color.

3rd Person POV

Shawn wanted to kiss Y/N so bad! He wanted to feel her soft plump lips in his. He wanted to feel her kiss against his. Every minute that he spends with Y/N he finds something more to like about her!

While Shawn and Y/N were in the Jeep driving to The Dream Team House, Y/N's family and The Dream Team Members we're speeding to get to the house before them.

Team10 was in the Dream Teams House, they were planning a little get together to celebrate Y/N.

They invited every social media star that Y/N was friends with!

The Dream Team Members and Y/N's family sped to the house to get there before Y/N and Shawn.

Shawn knew about the plan though, so he drove slow on purpose.

Jazzy planned this whole get together, but since she was at the dinner she asked Cloutgang and Team10 if they wanted to plan the get together.

Unfortunately they both said yes, and they obviously can't be in the same room. So Jazzy told them to choose a number, and whoever was the closest to Jazzy's number got to plan the get together and be in the get together.

Team10 was closer to Jazzy's number, and unfortunately Cloutgang didn't get to go to the get together.

That's what Y/N hated! Both of them were her friends and she hated when she had a party or an event she had to decide who to invite! Cloutgang or Team10?

Everyone was in The Dream Teams House waiting for Y/N to arrive with Shawn.

Once Y/N's family and the members arrived they went inside and got ready to hide.

They turned off all the lights from the inside and outside of the house.

Y/N POV

Shawn pulled up to the house.

"Why is it so dark?? We always leave the lights from outside on!" I said looking around. You could hardly see anything, it was so dark.

"I don't know that's weird!" Shawn lied getting out of the Jeep.

He walked to Y/N's side and opened the door.

"Here let me hold you! What if there's an intruder?!" Shawn said lying. He didn't want Y/N to see the cars so he held her close to him.

He put her face against his chest, so that she wouldn't see the cars.

"Ok?" I said.

"Here were almost to the door!" Shawn said walking towards the doors.

He opened the doors without Y/N noticing and took her to the backyard, where everyone was hiding.

All the cameras were getting ready to capture Y/N's reaction.

Y/N and Shawn walked out to the backyard and everyone was recording them.

"Look!" Shawn whispered to me. I opened my eyes and moved my face away from Shawn's chest.

"CONGRATULATIONS!!!" Everyone yelled.

I gasped and bent down on the floor from shock. My hands covered my mouth.

I saw all my friends!

My mom, dad, Dylan, Garrett, Mason, The Dream Team, Team10, Logan Paul,The Supernatural Cast, Why Don't We, The Ace Family, The Dolan Twins, James Charles, Shane Dawson and his squad, Lele Pons and Juanpa.

"OH MY GOD! You guys are amazing!" I screeched.

Shawn and I were on top of the backyard stairs and everyone was down in the grass.

"I ship it!" James yelled screaming your ship name.

I blushed and giggled.

I walked down the stairs with Shawn next to me.

I started hugging everyone and greeting them.

"Y/N!!" Mason said jumping on me.

"Hey Mas! I missed you in the dinner! Mommy told me you were sleeping!!" I said.

"Haha! Me and Mommy tricked you! I was helping with the party!" Mason said.

"Really! You're such a helper bubba!" I said combining our noses.

"Yeah!! Erika and Jakey we're taking care of me!" Mason said pointing to Erika.

I let Mason down and greeted Erika.

"Congratulations Y/N!" Erika said engulfing me in a hug.

"Thank you Rick!" I said hugging her.

"So... You finally met lover boy!!" Erika said elbowing my ribs, looking at Shawn.

"Yeah I finally met him!" I blushed.

"Aww! I can't wait until you finally date!!" Erika laughed.

"Oh stop!" I laughed.

"You look so pretty all dressed up!!" Erika said touching the ruffles of my dress.

"Thank you!" I said hugging her.

"Hey I'll talk to you later okay?! I'm gonna go greet everyone else" I said.

"Of course! I'll hang with this cutie!" Erika said carrying Mason.

I giggled and walked away.

"You guys!!!" I said hugging Alex Calvert. My lover in Supernatural.

"We missed you!" Misha said hugging me.

"I missed you guys too!" I said hugging Jensen and then Jared.

"How's everything? We've missed our little girl!" Jensen said side hugging me.

"Everything's great! I've missed you guys though!" I said.

"We've missed you too!" Jared said chuckling.

"We should go matching for the 13th season premiere!" Alex said.

"Yes! We should!" I said.

I talked a bit more with The Supernatural Cast, until I went to greet everyone else.

"Gray!! Eeeteeweetee!! I said teasing them.

"Y/N!" Grayson said smiling like an idiot, hugging me.

"Gray!" I said.

"I feel so small compared to you!" I said.

"You are small! Even with your heels on!" Ethan said.

I slapped his shoulder.

"Owww!" Ethan said massaging the part I hit.

"Oh god! I didn't miss your extraness!" I said rolling my eyes, Grayson laughed.

"I have to deal with it everyday!" Grayson huffed.

"Heyy!" Ethan said.

I giggled and hugged Ethan, yet again I felt small in their muscular, toned bodies.

"Sister Y/N!" James said.

"James!" I said hugging him.

"Y/N!" James said.

I giggled.

"You look so good! Sister Slays!!" James exclaimed.

"James you already know!!" I said laughing.

Grayson and Ethan laughed.

"I'm gonna go say hi to everyone else alright! Love you guys!" I say to them.

"Corbyn! Daniel! Jonah! Zach! Jack!" I yelled and they turned around.

They all engulfed me into a huge hug.

"Why Don't we have a group hug!!" Corbyn said cheekily.

We all laughed.

"How are you guys!?" I asked.

"We're good!" Daniel said.

"I love the album!" I fangirled.

"You're so adorable!" Jonah said pulling me into a hug.

"I know right! It's so great!" Jack said out of nowhere, sarcastically.

I giggled.

"You guys deserve it!" I say.

"You deserve it too! You're going on tour with SHAWN MENDES!" Zach said.

"I know! When we have a concert in L.A. y'all better come!" I said looking at them all.

"We wouldn't miss it in the world!" Daniel said sweetly.

"Well I would love to talk to you guys more, but I have to greet everyone else!! Love you boys!" I say.

"Heyy! We're a man band!!" Zach said all deep.

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Elle! Austin! Catherine!" I say to the ace family.

"Y/N!!" Elle said butchering your name.

"Elle" I say bending down carrying her.

She started playing with my hair, I giggled.

"Y/N!" Austin's said hugging me.

"McBroom!" I say hugging him with Elle in my arms.

"You look beautiful!" Catherine said hugging me.

"Thank you! How's the little McBroom!" I say touching her belly through her dress.

"She's there!" Catherine said.

"Aaww!" I say feeling the baby kick.

"She likes you!" Austin said.

I laughed and looked at Elle.

"Have you seen Mason? You should go pay with him!" I say to Elle.

"No no, bebe! No boys!" Austin said in a baby voice to Elle.

Catherine giggled, and Elle glared at him.

I laughed.

"Well loved seeing you guys again I'm have to greet a few more people!" I say kissing Elle and putting her down.

"Bye Y/L/N!" Austin said.

"Bye McBroom!" I say and giggle.

"Lele! Juanpa!" I say walking up to them.

"Y/N!" Juanpa says in his Spanish accent.

I hugged him and then Lele.

"You look bomb af girl!" Lele said.

I laughed, "Thanks!"

"Congrats!" Juanpa says.

"Thank you!" I say.

"I know! It's so crazy how you were a fan of his and now your going on tour with him!" Lele says.

"You we're destined to be!" Juanpa says in his thick Spanish accent.

"Oh please! I wish!" I say.

"Oooo!" Lele says.

I laugh and went with Shane and his friends.

"Shane!" I say.

"Y/N!" Shane says sitting up from his chair.

I hugged him.

"The first time I don't see you in your Merch!!" I say excitedly.

"I know I made him shop!" Ryland said.

Shane rolled his eyes and snorted.

I laughed and hugged Morgan, Andrew, Garrett, and Ryland.

"You look so pretty!" Morgan gushed.

"Thank you! You look great!" I say to Morgan.

I talked to them a few more minutes.

I then walked towards Team10 and Logan.

"Loggyy!" I say hugging Logan from behind.

"My shortie!!" Logan said lifting me up.

"Logan!!" I screeched.

He laughed at put me down.

I tippy toed and ruffled his perfect curly hair.

"Hey!!" Logan said laughing.

I giggled and I felt someone carrying me in their arms.

I turned around and saw some brown locks, and immediately noticed it was Anthony.

"Trujillo!! Put me down!" I yelled.

"Yes Ma'am!" Anthony said chuckling.

"Tony!! Why are you so tall!" I say hugging him.

"I'm from Ohio baby!" He said.

I rolled me eyes.

"Hey Chad!" I say hugging him.

"Hi Y/N!" He said pulling away from the hug.

"How are you? I'm so happy for you!" He said.

"Thank you, Chad!" I say.

"Of course!" He says.

I hugged Justin.

"Hey Justin!" I say in the hug.

"Hey Y/N/N!" He says.

I giggled.

"Where's Jake??" I say looking around.

I then felt some strong arms around my stomach, pulling me up.

"JAKKEE!!" I yelled.

"Yyy/NNn!" He said dragging my name.

I felt his hot breath in my neck. It sent chills down my body.

"What do you Ohio boys have?? Always carrying me??!" I say looking at Anthony and Logan.

"We just like annoying our little girl!!" Jake says putting me down.

I turn around hugging Jake.

"I'm not little!!" I grunted.

"Yes you are!" Logan said.

"No!!! You're just giants!!" I say.

Anthony laughed.

"May everyone sit down!" Garrett said through a microphone, Dylan by his side.

Everyone sat down in the chairs accompanied by tables.

I sat down next to Shawn. In our table it was some of the Dream Team Members.

"Once everyone settled down Garrett started talking.

"Ok so Y/N we made a slide show! Because we love you and mostly because we want to embarrass you in front of everyone!!" Garrett said.

I glared at him.

"This is for you little sis!" Dylan said playing the video.

He trails off then motions to a video on the back wall starts to play. He sits down.

"Oh no......" I blush and face palm myself as a video of all my embarrassing baby moments come up with Garrett and Dylan's voice in the background:

"Y/N was the most cutest baby of all time! I mean look at her!" Garrett gushed in the video.

Everyone awwed, as I covered my face.

"This was a couple of months after y/n was born. She seriously was a really cute baby!" Dylan's voice says. Then comes Garrett's.......

"Yeah sis what happened?" "Ow!" We hear a slap sound.

"Would you stop that's our sister!"

"It was actually true for this one. The snuggle was real, she much like Mason, loved to snuggle anyone that would snuggle her." I laugh at how they fight even when nobody's watching and how true that statement was.

"I remember watching you in the hospital cribs! I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful sister in the world!" Dylan said. I could hear him tearing up through the video.

Then the next few pictures were about Dylan and Garrett talking about the onesies.

"All the adorable onesies and shirts we got her........" came Dylan's voice. We all awww at some of them.

"We also fought over who was the better brother remember?" Came Garrett's voice.

"Don't remind me!" Came our Mother's voice in the far off background making us all laugh.

"I remember taking these cute cliche photos!" Garrett said.

"Mom started making us dress like this! With Thing 1 Thing 2 shirts!" came Garrett's voice.

"Then we had to add Y/N and Mason as Thing 3 and 4!" Dylan said.

Everyone one in the crowd laughed.

Next two pictures had me blushing like crazy. I mean Shawn is sitting right next to me watching this!!

"Her costumes over the years.....""she liked the chicken one more though." Me and mom laughed.

Everyone in the crowd erupted in laughter.

"You look adorable!" Shawn whispered to me.

I blushed and thanked him.

"Yeah! Only because we decided to tell her that her costume was a pony killer!" Garrett says in the background.

"She did love her pony's." Dylan says.

"She was Audrey Hepburn one time. I remember telling her that she was the cutest little Audrey Hepburn." Garrett says and we all laugh.

"The she was also Cinderella one time. OH MY GOSH! The cutest one she was ever in!" Dylan says.

"No I liked the red riding hood one the most!" Garrett starts a fight. We all laugh as we hear that they are fighting again as I roll my eyes.

"Ok ok! Let's agree to disagree that the ghost one was pretty creative!" Garrett says.

"Yeah we both dressed her up that year and mom just gave us a death look." Dylan says and me and mom giggle.

"Always the little freaking diva of the family. She got mad at Dylan one time at the park because he wouldn't push her." Comes Garrett's voice and I roll my eyes.

This next one also had me blushing. "My first kiss" as the boys like to call it, but in reality it really wasn't a kiss it was a peck. Plus it was me and my best friend. I don't count it because I was a little girl! It was a meaningless peck.

"Yeah, we as brothers were not happy about this one..........." both their voices come on the speakers. We all laugh even I do. Shawn chuckles at their statement.

"I'd be the same." Shawn says chuckling. I slap his arm playfully.

"We told her no kisses to boys that were not us or dad, That day we kept trying to keep her away from the kid, that later was one of her best friends. AKA JOSH FRECKEN HUTCHERSON!" Then the screen started to rise and josh walks out. I screamed the run over to him giving him a hug.

"Josh! I've missed you so much Bestie!!!" He hugs me back.

"Oh my, you've changed girl!" He says looking me over.

"Yeah, well when you don't see someone for almost a year and only talk over text that's what happens." We laugh and then we walk back over to the table.

"Oh hang on I brought Jen. Let me go get her!" He says running over to table they were in.

I look at my brothers. I then hug them and kiss there cheeks and they chuckle.

"I guess you liked our gift then?" They both ask me just as I sit down next to Shawn again.

"How can I not! You brought my best friend all the way back from the hunger games set just for me!! You knew I was needing to talk to him and you guys listened to me!! I love you guys!!" I say hugging on them one more time.

"Any time sissy." They hug me back then Josh walks out.

"Hey y/n/n this is Jen and Jen this is y/n" we shake hands.

"Hey Joshie this is Shawn, Shawn this is my lifelong best friend Josh." They shake hands.

The night goes on for a bit longer.

My brothers stand from their chairs. Dylan is the first to approach me.

"Hey sis." He says hugging me as he messes up my hair and kisses my temple. Garrett does the same.

Then I hear Mason and look up to see him running over to me, I kneel down and catch him in my arms then stand with him on my hip.

"SISSY!!! CAN I STAY WITH YOU TONIGHT?!" He asks while somewhat jumping in my arms.

"Sure, buddy, but again you have to ask mum and dad." I poke his nose then let him down.

"Okay SISSY!" I ruffle his hair right before he runs off to our parents.

Mason then runs back up to me jumping into my arms.

"SISSY! MOMMY SAID YES!!!" He hugs me close.

"Hey, buddy look over my shoulder." He does and his eyes grow wide.

"You're Shawn Mendes!!" He gets over excited.

"Why yes I am! Hi!" Shawn does a little wave and Mason automatically does his grabby hands.

"He wants you Shawn." Shawn reaches out for Mason with a smile on his face and immediately goes over to Shawn who starts to play around with him.

"Hi buddy! How are you?" He tickles his stomach as Mason laughs.

"Good! Sissy can we keep him?" Me and Shawn laugh.

"Sure buddy, but that's up to him?" I look over at Shawn.

"Why would I ever say no to you little guy!" He says tickling him again and he laughs.

"Can I call you big brother shawn?" He asks hugging him.

"Sure buddy! I'd love that!" Shawn says hugging him back. Then he lets him go and Mason runs off to play with Tydus (Mini Jake Paul) and Elle.

Then I see Dylan pat Shawn on the shoulders.

"Hey, bud can me and Garrett have a word with you?" Shawn looks at them as they both have a arm sling around him.

"Sure?" Shawn happily states.

I roll my eyes as Garrett slowly pushes me out of the way.

"AWAY SISTER!!" I giggle at my weird brothers.

"I want him back in one piece!!" I yelled.

"No promises!" Dylan says.

I walk over to Tessa, Jazzy, Bethany, and Erika. They handed me a drink and we just chat girl stuff.

Shawn's POV

Dylan and Garrett lead me over to the house and Dylan pats me on the back.

"Now we won't hurt you..." He trails off and Garrett Finishes wow they do finish eachothers sentences. Y/N said they did that, but I didn't actually think they did.

"But we will if you ever and I mean ever hurt her." He stops and Dylan starts back up.

"We don't wanna go all protective brothers on your ass, but we will if it comes to it. You also better take care of her on tour." Dylan makes a straight face and I gulp.

I wasn't scared of what they were saying because I agreed 100%, but of how they were saying it.

They both burst out laughing.

"Calm down we won't kill you!" Her brothers say while laughing. I chuckle.

"But really please take care of her she's the only princess we have in the family. We protect her with our lives." They both say with a somewhat serious face.

"Oh believe me I will. Everyone on my tour gets a lot of protection with security! I promise." They look at me somewhat shocked.

"Good! We want her to be safe!" They say.

"I also have a little sister that I see as the princess of my family. Just like you guys I'd do anything for her so I understand where you guys are coming from!" We then get drinks and we laugh.

Throughout the night I hear her laugh and look over. She throws her head back while laughing and smiles at something Josh or Jennifer says.

Right now she was talking with Jake, Logan, and their friends.

She look absolutely beautiful!

Ivan and I were talking.

"Excuse me for a moment." I put my drink down on the table and walk over to her. I hug her from behind and she jumps.

"Oh hi!! You scared me!" She smiles looking back at me giggling. I laugh

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you." I chuckle in wrapping my arms from her waist.

I then saw Jake and Logan staring at me.

"Hey man!" Jake says to me.

"Hey! How's it been!" I say.

"It's been great!" Jake says.

I then greet Logan.

"Shawn! My man!" Logan said taking him in a brohug.

"Wait is this the first time you've guys reconnected since Vine?" Y/N asked.

I nodded.

"That's crazy!" Y/N says.

"It seems like just yesterday we were fooling around in a hotel!" Logan says.

"Yeah! Congrats on all your success!" Jake says.

"Thanks man! Yours too!" Shawn says kindly.

A man starts to bring food out.

"Oh god! I'm so full!" Y/N says looking at the food.

"When has that ever stopped you from eating??" Anthony says.

We all laugh.

Shawn and I sit down at a table and Mason automatically runs to us.

"Big brother Shawn! Can I sit with you!!" Mason asked jumping up and down with pleading eyes.

We both laugh.

"Of course Mason! You don't have to ask!" Shawn said picking Mason up and sitting him in the chair next to him.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter, love, and great memories.

Shawn got to reconnect with old vine friends, meet my friends.

Shawn got close with my family!

Everything was perfect!

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #Shawn Mendes book #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn peter raul mendes #y/n #shawn mendes x y/n

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The many, many feelings Laxus has had for one mr Justine

And a very specific one he has for one future mr Justine-Dreyar

This one’s for @fuckyeahfraxus !! Thanks for the request !!

The request was : ’ x moments Laxus realized he’s fallen in love with Freed’. I think a lot is really Freed-feeling centered still, in art and fanfic, like- Freed thinking about Laxus, admiring or swooning over him (and lets not talk about how predictable/stereotyp-y most smut fics still are lmao…) so I think it would be nice to have Laxus’ feelings in the center and how he realized? Freed’s genuine smile, Freed working out, Freed fighting, Freed’s angry eyebrows (LMFAO!), just stuff like that you know?? Whatever comes to mind djefgrrh

(I strayed a bit from this whoopsie)

Curiousity

Laxus would really like to know what sort of backwards kind of logic brought Bickslow to the conclusion that it was a-okay to bring a child, a literal tiny human being, with them on an almost S-class mission. If they didn’t have to take a wretched piece of moving metal also known as a train to get to their destination, he probably would’ve noticed earlier. But alas, that was not the case and now he’s babysitting a toddler while Bickslow is taking a leak. What a fucking dick.

Eyeing the kid in front of him, Laxus really doesn’t know what to make of him. He’s tiny, has blue doe eyes and cheeks still chubby with baby fat. Upon his lap, he’s balancing a leatherbound book that’s nearly bigger than the boy himself. Unlike all the other children at the guild, he doesn’t fawn over Laxus or demands him to fight him. He seems completely indifferent. Sitting there, reading his book as though he’s the poster child of a perfectly well-behaved child.

Awkwardly coughing, Laxus tries to initiate some sort of conversation. He’s clearly the older one in this situation and so, he reasons, he should do the mature thing, like make conversations and stuff. Admittedly, he’s got no clue what adults are supposed to do but he supposes that talking to the kid might be a good start. “What’s your magic?”

Ah damn it, he should’ve asked his name first. How do people normally make small talks? Raising one eyebrow, the boy looks up from his book to give Laxus a flat stare. After some eyecontact that lasted too long for Laxus’ comfort, the boy returns his attention to the pages of his book and settles upon the answer : “Sometimes I write things. Also, my name is Freed Justine, what might yours be?”

Once again there’s an awkward and stilted pause, mainly because Laxus is trying to figure out whether the kid is messing with him or not. Deciding to dismiss his inner doubts, Laxus blurts out. “Dreyar. Laxus. Dreyar’s the last name. I am Laxus Dreyar.” Yeah, totally nailed that. Even his deadbeat father has probably been blessed with more social graces than Laxus himself.

Luckily enough for whatever’s left of his reputation (probably close to nothing), Bickslow returns and ruffles Freed’s hair while talking to him. “Ya still remember the plan kiddo?” he asks jovially, getting a curt nod in return. “Look cute, score a nice room through the power of pity for”, he morphs his face into a sad and forlorn expression, “a poor orphan child.” Within an instant, he has regained his neutral expression and tucks his book under his arm.

“I will probably make some amendments in the plan”, Freed continues casually as though he and Bickslow aren’t planning to swindle someone. “Do whatever you feel is needed, I just want to sleep on a comfy bed tonight”, Bickslow shrugs before waving the kid off.

Once he’s out of sight, Laxus turns to Bickslow and hisses : “Why are you corrupting children?” To which Bickslow vehemently shakes his head. “You’ve got it completely wrong man, if anything, he’s corrupting me!” At Laxus’ flat and disbelieving look, Bickslow sticks out his tongue. “Fine, don’t believe me then. But the first time Freed and I teamed up, he suggested something along these lines and it worked well. We don’t do anything really bad, just sometimes things that are a bit questionable.”

“Whatever.” He leaves it at that and the two of them continue the mission.

The mission, as it turns out, is a little bit more complicated than expected. He doesn’t know where the extra band of rogues suddenly came from, but he does know that they’re too widely spread to take care of in one go and he has no idea where the fuck Bickslow is. While he’s trying to push the enemy back, something in the air shimmers to life.

Purple runes surround them all and for a moment Laxus thinks that the rune knights have arrived. But then he notices that these runes are different. They pulse as though they’re alive and they smell of purpose, gleam with power. Once the sky is fully covered in purple writing, enemies start dropping one by one.

Confused, Laxus looks around and spots Freed, who puts his pen back in his pocket. “Everyone above the age of fourteen will lose consciousness for a period of three hours.” With a toothy grin, he turns to Laxus. “Sometimes I write things.”

Talk about an understatement. Without waiting for Laxus, Freed skips through the streets and along sleeping bodies until he stumbles unto Bickslow a few streets further. “If you guys get rid of those”, he gestures to the bodies, “we can relax at the hotel. I found something nice.”

After he and Bickslow have thrown the slew of bandits into jail, they follow Freed to a hotel that looks far to nice for a bunch of children. “I’d appreciate it if you guys just shut up and follow along.” With that, he raps his knuckles on the door and right before the door opens, his stature changes. Chin raised, back straight, eyes cold and mouth twisted in a bratty sneer.

“Oh young sir, you’ve returned”, the owner of the inn almost grovels in front of Freed, who inspects his wrist. “Nearly a minute. My father will hear about it.” From his angle, Laxus can clearly see that he’s not wearing a watch and he surpresses a laugh as the kid breezes past the man with the air of a fourty year old noble with too much money on his hands.

Within a day of meeting him, Laxus knows that Freed Justine is a complete and utter charlatan, witty and has very ambiguous moral values.

Thankfulness

Sooner or later they would be caught, there was no surprise there. They had all discussed it already, but reality still comes like a slap to the face sometimes. Sometimes quite literally, because Makarov hadn’t hesitated to give his grandson a good old smack around the ears after he found out that he and the raijinshuu had been sneaking S-class missions behind back.

“Laxus Dreyar, what were you thinking? What kind of example are you setting for the younger children in this guild? Don’t you think it might have any effects on them if the master’s grandson goes around stealing S-class missions? Boy, you should-”

“He didn’t”, Freed smoothly cuts in and Makarov turns to the other boy. Laxus wishes he had just shut his mouth. Adults don’t react well to younger kids talking back, but Freed doesn’t seem to learn that. Or he doesn’t care about it. Nervously letting his eyes dart between the two, he decides that he’s grabbing his team and running as soon as he sees Makarov’s stance change in a way he doesn’t like. He’s trained for that sort of stuff.

“Might I speak to you in the privacy of your study?” Freed calmly asks and his poised demeanour seems to work like some sort of damper on his grandfather’s anger. Gesturing for Freed to follow the two of them disappear into the room. Naturally, Laxus plasters himself to the door to figure out what’s going on after sending the others home.

Peaking through the keyhole and thanks to his enhanced senses, he has a pretty great view on the situation. “I stole them and most of the time Laxus didn’t even know they were S-class missions. As you know, I am quite crafty with a pen.” Makarov takes a deep breath. “Why?”

For a prolonged moment they stare at each other, a stern man and a stern boy. The boy gives in. “They take a long time to complete”, Freed whispers, gaze directed at his feet that don’t reach the ground from the chair he’s sitting on. Realisation doesn’t dawn on Makarov’s face until Freed meekly adds : “The longer the missions, the less time Laxus has to spend at his home, where Ivan lives.”

The sentence clearly hits Makarov and he looks older than ever. “My boy, situations so grave should not be your responsibility.” Freed shrugs. “You asked me to take care of your grandson. To the best of my capacities, I am. For some reason, Ivan seems to be untouchable by the law, so I’ll have to find another way. I regret infringing upon your practical rules, but I do not regret following my ethical ones.”

After a deep sigh, Makarov reaches over, presumably to pat Freed’s head, but the boy has already flinched back before that can happen. Seeing the surprise on Makarov’s face, Freed quickly spits out : “You just hit your grandson, I’m not taking any chances.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Only to me?” Makarov shakes his head. “No, what I did to my grandson was out of line as well, I will be speaking to him later.”

“Good.”

With curious eyes Makarov looks at Freed, who stares back with an impressively blank face. It seems as though the old man has a whole lot to say, but he settles on the words : “You’re a good strategist”, before patting Freed on the head. The boy doesn’t flinch at all and gives him a half-tilted smirk in return. “Here.” Makarov shoves a paper in Freed’s hands. “S-Class, long and something I know you guys can take. I’ll scan the S-Class missions as they come in and give you the safer ones. I hope this is enough of a compromise for you. Now get lost, brat.” With a laugh and a wave, Freed moves out of the office, but by then, Laxus has already removed himself from there, not wanting to get caught.

Fondness

There’s three of them now and even worse, they’ve officially become a team. Evergreen’s the newest, spunkiest addition to a team that seems composed out of… good people with a lot of bad ideas. A whole lot of bad ideas, but they’re usually contained by Freed being a responsible captain at fourteen years old.

Today though, he has decided to give in to the demands of the other members of the raijinshuu and Laxus has been roped into it as well. “Icecream icecream !” Bickslow and his babies yell and Evergreen is stomping her platform heeled shoes on time with his yelling and in a softer tone, she also chants : “Icecream icecream !” Freed, who looks like he wants to shove his head in the nearest fountain, weakly chants along as well. The heath is clearly getting to him, as he misses the beat that the other two are sustaining. “Ice…cream ?” Slowly he claps his hands together, looks at Laxus in confusion and Laxus snorts. “Yeah cap, you’re doing great”, he says fondly and Freed pumps his fist into the air. “Woohoo”, he mumbles half-heartedly, but still smiling.

Worry

Evergreen has abandoned her heels and is currently dragging herself through the streets on bare feet. Bickslow’s mask has gotten lost too and although Freed’s hair is miraculously as pristine as ever, the bags under his eyes give away how tired he is. Laxus himself feels like he’s been run over by a train. All in all, it’s their normal state after a mission.

On their way to Laxus’ house (because the three gremlins have sort of invaded it), they happen to run into Ivan and Laxus braces himself for an upcoming shitstorm. Next to him, Freed lets his eyes dart between Ivan and Laxus and cocks his head in a questioning way. “I don’t want to deal with him right now”, he mumbles and Freed nods. “Okay.”

He doesn’t really get what Freed means with ‘okay’ until Ivan turns to Laxus, opens his mouth and Freed steps in front of him. “Do you have any business with my team?”

For the first time in his life, Laxus sees Ivan looking absolutely gobsmacked, until the expression morphs into one of complete and utter rage. “Who do you think you are?” he shrieks and Freed offers him a hand, which Ivan completely ignores. “Freed Justine, captain of this team. My team and I will be gone again tomorrow, so I suggest you voice your complains right now.”

Although Ivan tries to address his son, Freed has a way of redirecting his attention to him, by being perfectly polite but also very down to earth. Not a single second does he give him an opening to talk. The whole ordeal has been going on for nearly an hour, before Ivan gives Freed a hard shove before stomping off.

“Well, there you go. After we’re back from our next mission-” Bickslow and Evergreen whine at that and Freed winks at them. “Don’t worry, Laxus is going to work the hardest. The S-Class tournament is coming up. Anyway, after all that, your dad will have calmed down.”

It’s true, but that doesn’t mean that Ivan will forget the interaction.

Fear

Laxus isn’t unfamiliar with Freed’s dark écriture. Up until this moment, he thought that it was nothing but an extension of normal runes. As the sky turns dark and the wind picks up, he starts to doubt it.

He doesn’t know what had shaken Freed up enough, to make him lose control like this. The village they should’ve been saving, has been completely eradicated and Freed still hasn’t calmed down. His right eye is pulsing and glowing, teeth gnashing and his gaze settles on Laxus. He knows he’s the next target and it makes his legs feel jittery.

But there’s no way in hell he’s gonna put the weight of his death on his best friend’s shoulders. He’s tired beyond belief, but as lightning crackles across his skin, he grins. “Let’s go.”

Respect

Although he’s soaked to the bone, Laxus refuses to climb down from the roof to go inside. Shelter is not that far away, but he’s not feeling like searching for it. He’s fine where he is, bathing in the light of the storm.

A little noise from behind him alerts him of another human being and turning around, he finds Freed. No real surprise there, but Laxus does wonder why the other always seems to pick up on his need for isolation with just the tiniest hint of human contact.

Wordlessly Freed sits down next to him, a black umbrella opened above both of their heads. “Hand me that thing before you get electrocuted”, Laxus says and Freed passes it to him, alongside a thermos filled with warm tea. It’s comfortable there, two soaked men pressed together on a rooftop.

After a while, Freed retracts his head from Laxus’ shoulder (although he didn’t notice the other man placing it there, he does notice the regretful absence of it) and stares him deep in the eyes. “Laxus, I’ve got something to say to you.” Unwillingly, Laxus tenses. He’s twenty-one, but that phrase still makes him uncomfortable.

Of course Freed notices and he spares him a smile. “No need to get worked up. It’s not a declaration that will have any effects, but I’d like to get that weight off my chest anyway. It’s getting a bit bothersome.”

Patiently Laxus waits while Freed takes a few sips from his tea before he confesses. “I am in love with you.” Plain and simple. Should Laxus have been the one stating that, it would’ve been a tumultuous blurting of words, but Freed manages to give even a short statement as that a refined edge. “Oh.” He doesn’t really know what to say to that, doesn’t know what the appropriate reaction is.

Meanwhile, Freed is watching him with growing amusement. “I already told you, you needn’t worry. Do you take me for a fool?” Dutifully, Laxus shakes his head. “Are you in love with me?” A whole lot slower, Laxus shakes his head again. Freed is a wonderful friend, but Laxus isn’t really attracted to him. He does not know what that feels like either. “Well then the problem’s solved isn’t it? We just continue our lives. I just wanted to tell you, that’s all. I’m simply relaying a message, there are no responsibilities tied to it on your part. Thank you for hearing me out.”

“No problem.” Fiddling with his fingers, Laxus looks over at Freed, who has decided to lay down on the roof. He doesn’t look sad at all, in fact, Laxus would describe the expression on his face as content. Freed’s always been a rationalist, so he had probably foreseen this outcome. There’s something admireable about that, throwing your feelings out in the open like that, knowing they’re not going to be returned.

Irritation

“No.” They’re standing right in front of each other, chest to chest and about ready to commence a fistfight. “Are you stupid?” Freed continues, voice icy until he lays eyes on Bickslow, who’s nervously bouncing his leg as he watches their argument go down. Evergreen walks into the room right at that moment and within a second, she already looks uncomfortable. Freed’s eyes soften then and he tugs Laxus with him to another room to tell him in a hushed tone that his idea to become guild master is stupid. It’s annoying.

Surprise

Lately, all three of his friends have been out of it and it’s the sort of opportunity Laxus has been waiting for. He’s been trying to convince them to help him with becoming guildmaster and honestly, he’s been met with more resistance than he’d expected. But it’s alright, as Bickslow has already given in and Evergreen is about to. Yesterday, she’d had a crying fit over something or other. He vaguely knows what it was about, but he can’t bring himself to really care. It’s all whatever.

The only person who needs a little bit of help, is currently ringing the doorbell. Freed comes in, looking troubled and drops down unto the couch. Laxus takes a seat beside him and waits. “I worry about Bicks and Ever”, he says softly, running his hand through his hair. “They have a bit of…”, he pauses, bites his lip for a bit and continues. “Trouble fitting in.” There it is. An opening.

He offers Freed an arm and the other man leans onto him as Laxus traps him in a half-hug. “I’ve noticed”, he answers, copying Freed’s tone. “Why do you think I suggested something like this? Fairy Tail is supposed to be a place for all, isn’t it? Then why not for you guys? You don’t deserve that.”

He pauses to let the words sink in and can nearly hear the cogs in Freed’s head turning. “You know”, Freed speaks up, “I’ve always thought you were a lot like your grandfather.”

With a lot of effort, Laxus is able to keep the annoyance out of his voice as he says : “Oh really? We’re both strong, is that it?”

“I won’t deny that, but I meant it otherwise.” With a little smile, Freed taps Laxus’ chest. “Heart. You’re both very kind.” Then he gives a short laugh and moves back. Gone is the softness and familiarity and Laxus is once again met with very, very cold eyes. “You’re also both bad liars. Don’t try to butter me up, don’t pretend you care.”

With curt movements, Freed moves from the couch and after dusting his coat off, he turns to Laxus. “I will help you”, he says, which comes as a surprise. “I have my own reasons. Don’t back out now that you’ve got a team to help you. You’re opening the door to hell, but I’m the one shutting it behind us. There’s no going back now.”

Guilt

Well that….sure happened. Laxus is currently being exiled and he doesn’t feel sad about it. Or happy. Or anything at all really, because his head is still reeling from everything that they did. Everything he had started, everything he had pushed his friends into. Evergreen and Bickslow are complaining quite loudly and Laxus honestly wants to apologise. He doesn’t yet, because he’d like to apologise for everything he had done and he has the feeling that right now, he is overlooking a lot, because he’s a shortsighted and arrogant fool. Freed doesn’t say anything at all. He has the grace to let Laxus leave with a little bit of dignity and the resolve to be better.

Happiness

The situation is less than ideal, but one way or another, Laxus has found some time here and there to talk to his friends. This way, he comes to know that Freed was eligible for the trials, which is awesome, and that he had thrown his first fight, which was a bit less awesome, but Laxus understands his reasoning.

Nevertheless, Freed and the others look happy and him being there doesn’t seem to infringe on it, to the contrary, his presence seems to lighten their mood even more. After Bickslow had revealed Freed’s … less than majestic plan (and had received a swift kick to his ankles in retaliation), the both of them blabber on about the daily life at the guild. They’re cheerful and he feels content.

Of course, everything goes to shit after that.

Normalcy/Hope

Seven years is a long fucking time and how everyone is coping with this, Laxus doesn’t know. After profusely apologising to everyone that matters to him, he’d been forgiven. Evergreen had dragged him to go shopping with her and he also had to promise her to help her improve her fighting techniques without telling anyone, Bickslow demanded a stack of handpainted dolls (why he asked that is beyond Laxus because he is admittedly, a shitty artist) and Freed had very politely asked if he could shout at Laxus for a little bit. After he had been given permission, he had released a storm of words that had been kept inside for a very long time. It had been a bit overdue, but alas.

Right now, Laxus is staring at the nightsky and wondering. Romeo is big, the old men are even older and everything is not exactly as it was. “Hey.” Freed sits down next to him and places his head on Laxus’ shoulder. Apparently he finds it a comfortable place to be and Laxus would be lying if he said that he didn’t like it. “I’m not sure what to make of everything”, he confesses and Freed hums in return. “Me neither, but we’ll make something out of it.” He covers Laxus’ hand with his own and Laxus turns his hand to give Freed’s a squeeze. “We will”, he agrees quietly and lays his head on top of Freed’s.

Freed-om

Laxus Dreyar would really like to throttle the person who came up with the ungodly idea to have a team share one bedroom. Even worse, they have a day off and no one has left the room. It’s the closest thing to hell on earth.

Somehow, Gajeel has gotten his hands on a guitar and while he’s performing the most awful song Laxus has had the displeasure of hearing, Mira is joyfully clapping the rhythm along while Juvia has plastered herself to the window, mournfully looking outside while muttering nonsense. He doesn’t know what Jellal and Cana are off to, although he can pretty much guess Cana’s whereabouts.

Somebody save him from infinite boredom and irritation, please.

As though he heard Laxus’ thoughts, Freed materialises in a swirl of shimmering purple runes. “Good day sir, how would you feel about accompanying me to the market? There are spices I want to try using.”

Without hesitation, Laxus grabs Freed by the shoulders and yanks him close. Staring the other man in the eyes, he sighs. “Freed, you are an outright godsend and I hope you know it. Let’s ditch this place.”

They spend a nice afternoon at Crocus’ market and Freed shows his uglier sides when it comes to haggling (it’s vicious and scary to watch). He’s not particularly more active than he was in the room, but the company is nicer and if he’s silent with Freed, it’s just comfortable. There’s no need to fill up the silence.

Restricted

The clothes are uncomfortable, the gaggle of girls around him is uncomfortable, the exceedingly high and unattainable expectations of old geezers are also uncomfortable. If anything, Laxus would love to crawl under a rock and live his life like a caveman.

While he’s busy wondering about his cavemanlife to forgot his current unwanted ballroomlife, Freed asks him to dance and Laxus brushes him off as though he’s one of the pesky girls clinging to his arms. He catches sight of the quick flash of hurt in Freed’s eyes before the man apologises and moves away. Ah shit. Ah fuck. That was not his intention.

He doesn’t get to Freed until very late in the evening, when everyone’s blackout drunk. “I’m sorry I should’ve known better than to ask”, Freed says and Laxus doesn’t know how he should put the fact that he does not want to dance in front of all these people in polite words. It’s not Freed that he minds. Instead of saying anything useful at all, he awkwardly keeps sipping his champagne for the rest of the night. Freed does the same. They stand right beside each other, but refuse to properly look at the other.

Protectiveness

When Laxus wanders upon the scene, he was busy thinking about how cute Freed looked with his hair up in a ponytail. Fights were about the last thing on his minde, but like hell Laxus is gonna let this bastard fuck with his family. For once, he has found his way back to the restaurant, only to find out that it has been eradicated. His friends are banged up and his uncle is in mortal danger. Fuck that.

Fuck the consequences even more. Where do people like this keep appearing from? He doesn’t have a lot of time to wonder about it, because he needs to save whomever he can save. The last thing he vaguely remembers, is Freed screaming his name.

After waking up, time passes in a haze of 'I’ve got to save them, I’ve got to save them, I’ve got to sa-“

Eventually, he does it, somehow and wakes up with his friends by his side. When looking at them, he can’t recall why on earth he ever thought this set of people was in any way, shape or form replaceable. On most days, he’s bit bothered by how big his body is, seeing as it makes him seem more oafish than he actually is. Today he’s happy with it, because he can gather those three precious people in his arms all at once. They’re important to him and he wants them to know.

Melancholy

Fairy Tail disbanded. On top of that, when faced with the decision which guild they should join now, Freed had suggested Blue Pegasus and why oh why did he even agree to that.

Laxus despises it and he wonders how Freed can stand being here. Knowing the sadistic streak the man has, combined with the will to always throw down if challenged to a fight, it’s surprising how easily he blends with the Blue Pegasus style of life. He smiles easily and quite prettily too, dresses more casual and at the same time sharper and he looks good in it. He’s popular too and it shows in his guild ranking. Who doesn’t want to accept a drink from a handsome young man, who speaks as though genuine flattery is his native tongue.

Because they’ve been friends for so long, Laxus is able to discern when Freed is being a scheming liar. Lately, he hasn’t seen any of it. Of course, there’s been the little white lies he tells for his job, but beside that…nothing. The lack of misschievous creativity is a bit concerning.

"Are you alright?”, he dares to ask Freed one night and when the man looks confused, Laxus fumbles a bit. “You haven’t committed any crimes lately”, he mutters and Freed barks out a surprised laugh. “What sort of life do you think I lead?” he huffs out between his laughter and Laxus can feel his face getting redder. “One filled with tax fraud?”

“Tax fraud is actually a crime I refrain from, since I have the money to pay sufficient taxes. But now that you say it, I do have a tendency to balance on the edge of the law.”

“ ’S true, but you’re trying to distract me. You’ve got something stewing in your head, fess up.”

Gone is the jovial laughter, replaced by a particular brand of melancholy that Freed gets caught in when he thinks no one’s looking. “If you insist. I have mainly been wondering when you were going to share the fact that you’re still dying with the group. It seems like a piece of information that we’d like to know.”

Oh. Truth to be told, he himself was still trying to ignore that, even though his body likes to remind him on a daily basis. “Sorry”, Freed says after a prolonged silence, “that was unfair of me. You probably don’t like to be reminded of that either. It’s just…” He lets out a frustrated sigh and looks at Laxus with eyes that are weary and drained. “I’m tired. I want everything to be alright. Sure, I want to go on missions with you guys for as long as we can, but right now, I feel like I can’t breath. Like life is trying to choke us all.”

It’s then that Laxus realises why exactly Freed, battle-ready, witty Freed, had chosen to settle for Blue Pegasus of all guilds. What kind of reassurance could he possibly give with a body that is shutting down that very moment? Not a lot. Still, Laxus tries. “Don’t mourn me while I’m still alive, jackass”, he fake-grumbles and bumps Freed’s shoulder. “Don’t give in captain, that’s not your way of doing things. You’re capable and cunning enough to get through this.”

All in all, his attempt at being inspirational is laughable at best, but Freed takes his words to heart anyway. “You’re right. I won’t fail you.” Before Freed can stalk off after that statement, Laxus catches his arm. Freed turns around like a deer in headlights and Laxus catches the glimpses of sadness in his eyes. “This is not a personal mission that I’m assigning to you. I don’t want to you to run yourself into the ground looking for a solution that might not exist. I’m just saying that if anyone could save me, it’d be you.” Freed eyes widen and Laxus lets go of his arm, awkwardly scratching his neck instead. “Let’s make the best of what we got right now.”

Contentment

Their time at Blue Pegasus is the start of rediscovering each other. Before, the time they had to spare had been limited but right now, they’ve got enough space to fill with other little activities.

First on the list are the things he already knew, but is appreciating all over again. Freed working out or sparring with him is a blessing to be honest. Beside the fact that Freed can keep up with him, both because he’s a skilled mage and knows how Laxus ticks, Freed is also a joy to watch. There’s something about his lean, muscle-packed frame that makes Laxus blood go hot. The other man is a refined package of brute strength and Freed is aware of it, if his smirk is anything to go by.

Whenever Laxus manages to make Freed smile, a genuine tilted little thing that always seems to incline towards a smirk, he feels his heart doing things that should not be humanly possible. Romantic attraction has always been a bit of a foreign concept to him, because he couldn’t fathom why people would decide to become a thing with people they didn’t or barely knew. He still cannot imagine how people trust anyone but the people closest to them with feelings that big. Undivided trust is a big factor as to why Laxus feels himself getting drawn to Freed.

As one philosopher by the honourful name of Bickslow once said : “Smart people invent their own kind of stupid.” That phrase is definitely the case with Freed, who’s a bit too competitive for his own good. Does the man realise that it’s ridiculous to do things people told him not to do, because he simply can’t stand people telling him he’s unable to do it? Knowing him, definitely yes. Does it stop him from being a spiteful moron? Definitely not. The telltale sign of impending stupidity, aka Freed raising his eyebrows in an angry but challenging manner is there and if Laxus wasn’t incredibly charmed by it, he might’ve rolled his eyes at the reoccuring situation.

To be honest, Laxus isn’t sure what he’s supposed to think when Freed crawls upon Blue Pegasus’ podium, guitar in hand. He does get unwarranted flashbacks to Gajeel’s performances and when he looks at the rest of the raijinshuu, he notices that they too are undergoing that same brand of psychological torture. To snap them out of it, he asks them a question. “Is Freed drunk?”

“Definitely”, Bickslow laughs and Evergreen rolls her eyes. “Jenny said that there was no way that he could drink Hibiki under the table and our dearest captain saw it as a personal challenge. He won, but then Jenny fake-cried because she said that none of us ever perform and then he cried because he wanted to do his best. Now he’s on the stage and he’ll have to suffer the consequences of his own actions.”

“Not that there are going to be a lot, because Freed’s a good musician.” Evergreen hums in agreement, but Laxus 'ehs’ a bit at that. “No offense, but I’ve seen him 'singing’ his breakfast songs and I wouldn’t describe them as good.”

“Just watch and listen, loverboy”, Bickslow grins and nods at Freed, who’s waving at the audience. Luckily for him, it’s after closing time so there are no real costumers, but these are still the people he has to see on a daily basis. Tapping the mic, he draws everyone’s attention. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and gentlethem too.” After that, Freed spends a whole minute looking at the microphone, probably contemplating whether that was grammatically correct or not.

“Today I’m going to do my best!” he says raises his fist above his head. The guild follows his lead, whooping and cheering along. Nearly missing the stool on his first try, Freed manages to climb on top of it and strums the guitarstrings. When he redirects his gaze towards the audience, their eyes meet and Freed smirks before he opens his mouth and starts to sing. His normal speaking voice is already nice and deep, but holy shit, Laxus was not prepared to hear it in a singing content. His heartbeat picks up while his knees go weak and attraction to this man comes so, so easy.

Despair/Hope

Alvarez comes and breaks through their barrier, nearly killing the people closest to him. Later, Laxus learns that Freed almost died twice in a span of maybe an hour. He hates it and he hates how hopeless the situation looks. What can you do against someone who lays magic to waste?

You let them save your life. Laxus was right when he said that Freed would be to one to liberate him from his ailment and he still has to execute the plan, but Freed is right here, right now and they both give in to desperate passion for a little bit. He has one hand on the small of Freed’s back, pressing their bodies against each other as Freed does the same, pulling him closer with a too tight grasp on his shirt. If they could get any closer to each other, they probably would. They kiss and liquid fire spread throughout Laxus’ body and if he had the time, he’d properly worship this exquisite man like he deserved to be. But right now he doesn’t, so kisses Freed hello and goodbye and hopes this first kiss isn’t their last. Pulling away, his grip on Freed’s back still lingers on so does the firm grip Freed has on his shirt.

The world is once again going to shit, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. They are going to be alright. They have to.

Love

All is on the road to well. One doesn’t immediately recover after a war across continents, but damn it, they’re trying. They have something together and no fucking thing will be allowed to infringe upon their happiness again. So Freed and Laxus go on dates, although it doesn’t differ much from the trips they used to take as friends. Importantly, they differ where it matters. They differ in the gazes, the kisses, the hand-holding and declarations of love. What they have differs from before because of new or rekindled feelings and the effort they both put into their relationship.

Laxus loves Freed, it’s as simple or complicated as that. He adores him from head to toe and he’s adored right back. There’s ups and downs, but most importantly, there’s them.

Devotion

They’ve been together for two and a half years now and everyone who’s picked up on their relation is subtly, but not so subtly wondering when they’re going to get married. To make matters worse, they only seem to prod him about it and not his actually smooth and suave other half. (It’s unreal how good Freed is at flirting and making Laxus feel like molten jelly).

They’re right, he supposes, they have been dating for a while. It’s only natural for them to get married.

With that thought in mind, he’s sitting in a fancy restaurant, dressed to the nines. Of course, his beloved partner is there as well. Unbeknownst to him, Laxus has a little box with a ring in it and a preplanned speech that he’s still not happy about. He’s so nervous he feels like he’s about to puke and Freed has definitely picked up on it. “Darling (ughhh he’ll never tell anyone but he loves sweet nicknames. Sue him), you’re not looking quite well. Let’s ditch this place and go for a walk.” More than eager, Laxus leaves his chair and follows Freed outside.

During their walk home, Freed suddenly stops, looks him dead in the eyes and flatly says : “No.” Before Laxus can ask what he’s saying no to, Freed points at the pocket with the ring in it and repeats the word. “No. I don’t want to get married.” Once he sees Laxus panicking, he rushes to explain himself. “Love, I am completely and utterly in love with you and I don’t think there’s any force on earth that could change that. The only thing I want, is you wanting me.”

Seeing that he still hasn’t brought his point across, Freed continues. “How do I put this? Right now, you want to get married for the sake of getting married. You don’t really want it, you’re being pressured. I don’t need fancy dinners or nice rings. All I want is for you to look at me and consciouscly decide that you’d like nothing more than spend the rest of your life with me. Ask me again then, but bury you wedding plans for now.”

He feels guilty for feeling relieved, but Freed laughs and kisses his worries away.

One night, the raijinshuu and him arrive back in Magnolia very late in the evening. It’s summer, so it’s still warm outside and a festival is taking place. Music resounds through the streets and people are laughing, dancing and singing full of joy. Next to him, Freed throws down his backpack and gets rid off his coat before extending his hand to Laxus. “Dance with me?” he asks and Laxus takes his hand and lets himself be led across the square.

Both of them are tired and dirty, but nevertheless Freed shines with mirth and the soft gentleness he mostly reserves for Laxus. As they switch leads and Laxus twirls Freed around and draws him back in, their chests bump together and they slow down as the music does the same. He has no eyes for anyone but the wonder in his arms and looking at the man, who’s staring back with the same intimate warmth, he knows why people promise each other everlasting devotion.

“Hey Freed, marry me”, he breathes and Freed smiles. It’s less than elegant, but they can do simple.

“Yes.”

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Longest Night (8)

The day started out sucky to begin with. Her crush ousted to the class and Adrien. Lila taking pride in exacting her revenge. But by the time patrol was over, a young man was dead, and Ladybug's identity was at risk. Lila was the least of her concerns. Good thing Adrien was taking it all like a champ.

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Warning: This chapter is a bit of a recap of chapter six, but in the perspective of those watching the stream. Same amount of public humiliation.

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“Please excuse me for interrupting whatever pointless drivel you were consumed with. My name is Salo. I’m not an akuma, but you’ll soon wish I was. I have succeeded where all the others have failed.” She stepped back to show Ladybug and Chat Noir, bound and gagged.

Gabriel was the first to react, his eyes wide with horror as he blindly stumbled towards the TV. Everyone else had similar reactions and levels of horror.

“I have captured the so called heroes of Paris. In ten minutes, I will be revealing their identities on ‘make ladybug suffer dot com.’ Be sure to tune in, you won’t want to miss it.” Her mouth quirked up in a malicious smile, and the picture fuzzed out again.

“I need to get to a computer—“ Gabriel panicked.

But Max was already on it, plugging Markov into the screen. Soon, a website came up. A black background, with red text. But the majority of it was filled with various video streams. All the same room, in different angles, but the main large video showed Ladybug and Chat Noir from the side, still bound. Chat’s face had tears streaming down it.

Sabine turned up the volume. Yes, she should have been focused on finding her daughter, but at that moment a very harrowing feeling settled on the room.

Somehow, these events weren’t a consequence.

“You hear that? One minute until I reveal your name to the whole world. I’ll let you have that minute to escape. Go ahead, go.”

They were both fighting, frantic to get free. It was like watching a wild animal caught in a trap.

“Time’s up! Aw, you two do want to have fun! You stayed!”

Furious, Ladybug spit at the woman. “You won’t get away with this!”

“Oh, but I already have.” Salo tapped her on the nose. “You see, the Ladyblog really is an amazing resource! Every video of you two ever shot was on there. Theories and facts, all the information we needed was on there. I studied it carefully. All you had to do was show up for an akuma, and we took care of the rest. Though, I should probably thank that hulk, since he did the hard part for us. Seems like you’re not so lucky after all.”

Alya felt sick.

“Then let’s begin…Let’s start with Mr. Noir, shall we? Your ring, sir!” She reached for it.

“Cataclysm!” He shouted. “Oh you think you’re so smug. But you see, there’s more than one way to skin a cat.” She snapped her fingers, and the large man standing by touched Chat’s hand with a metal pole. The metal rusted and turned to dust. Chat’s hand was useless once again.

The assembled watched as she took hold of the ring. A few words were exchanged, in what sounded like begging from Chat. Then there was a flash of green light.

“Oh god…” Gabriel whispered, falling to his knees. “Adrien…”

Salo leaned on his bad shoulder, making him cry out in pain. “Well well well. A famous model and a superhero! How intriguing! Adrien Agreste…I bet your father would pay a pretty penny to have you home safe and sound, don’t you think?” She dragged her fingers over his cheek.

What was left of Gabriel’s heart broke. Seeing his son like that, in so much pain. He cried out as the woman leaned on his arm. His shoulder looked misshapen and limp.

Salo scoffed. “What a baby.” She smacked his face, then she stood and walked over to Ladybug. “Your turn, missy.”

Ladybug didn’t go down without a fight, thrashing and kicking, anything she could do to fight. But with strong headlock, she didn’t get the chance, and in a moment, there was a flash of pink.

Sabine started crying before her brain fully processed what she was seeing. “…Marinette?”

Gabriel covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh no…no no no…”

“And who the heck are you?” Salo snorted. “We lucked out with Mr. Whiskers, but who knew Ladybug was just a nobody?” She leaned in closer. “Oh wait, I recognize you…yeah, you’re a friend of the Ladyblogger, in some of her videos. Mmmm….Marinette, right? Yeah. How sad! You’d think the person most dedicated to finding out Ladybug’s identity would have seen her sitting in front of her! You must either be too pathetic in your real life, or totally unimportant to the Ladyblogger.”

Alya was frozen to the spot, much like everyone else, but she trembled in every limb. Half sorrow, half rage.

Marinette looked up at the woman. “Alright, you’ve taken our Miraculous, and now everyone knows who we are. Can we go now?”

Salo slapped her cheek and sent her sprawling on the floor. “Didn’t you hear me? You’re never getting out of here. You’ll never see daylight again. I intend to keep you here and torture you over and over. One day, you won’t even know your own name anymore, but you’ll beg me for death!”

“We have to call the police.” Tom said, “Or the army! Or—or—!” He didn’t know what to do. No one did. For so long, everyone was reliant on Ladybug and Chat Noir to save the day.

Who was supposed to save them?

Gabriel didn’t move. He couldn’t bare to miss a detail.

“Let’s see, first thing first is to get you into uniform.”

Marinette was freed from her bindings and forced to her feet. She rubbed her wrists and looked around.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.” Said Salo. “Now strip.”

She took off her shoes, purse and jacket.

Salo crouched and picked up her purse. “Let’s see, just as I thought…18 missed calls? My my someone is worried about their baby.” Then she dropped the phone and smashed it under her heel. “Not to worry. We’ll let mommy know how much fun you’re having.”

Sabine sobbed.

She then went over to Adrien and frisked him, finding his phone. “2 missed calls. Hmm, I wonder who’s more loved?” She smashed his phone as well. The remnants of both were collected and tossed in a bucket of water, just to make sure all the circuitry was fried.

“I tried to track her, earlier…but she was transformed and her phone was gone, and—and...”

Tom hushed her gently.

Salo gestured Marinette onward.

She then took off her shirt and pants, standing alone, trembling in her underwear.

“Well?” Said Salo. “The rest of it too.”

So Marinette unhooked her bra and shimmied out of her panties, standing completely naked in front of all of Paris.

The boys in the room tried to look away from the screen, but they also didn’t want to miss any key details.

“Oh what a gentleman!” They heard the woman laugh. “But I know where you really want to look. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Adrien whispered out, “…I’m sorry.”

“Did I say you could talk, pussy cat?…Aw, he already knows how to behave so well. This will be so fun!”

The girls winced as Marinette was drenched with a bucket of water, crying out in shock.

Adrien was forced to his feet, his arm hanging limply at his side.

“That looks dislocated,” said Kim, trying to be helpful.

“He might need some help, Ladybug. So why don’t you help him.” Salo shoved her forward, as she tripped into his chest.

Marinette stood there awkwardly for a moment, her shoulders hunched.

“Tick tock, you two.”

She slowly helped him undress, as he hissed and winced with each movement. As she got lower, there was snickering and wolf whistles from their captors.

Then they were both naked, in front of Paris.

“Wow, the suit really holds everything in, doesn’t it, Adrien?” Salo laughed, looking between his legs.

He didn’t even look like he cared about it. He just held his arm, his face scrunched up in pain.

“Here,” Salo spoke, dropping a folded cloth into Marinette’s hands. “Your uniform.”

It was just a short hospital gown, but at least it was something.

Salo gave another one to Marinette for Adrien, and she helped him dress, awkwardly having to reach around to tie the strings in the back.

When she was done, she cupped his cheek, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by the group.

Salo grabbed Marinette’s arm and yanked her back. “Alright, that’s enough. I’ve got some new jewelry for you, since I took your old ones.”

“Where did you put our miraculous? What did you do with them?”

Salo smiled, “Oh, you didn’t notice? Why, they’re right here.”

She walked off screen, and the camera didn’t move, only continued to show Marinette’s furious expression. “I don’t worry showing you this. Because there’s no way you’ll be able get them. But I’d love to see you try.”

Salo picked something up from the table next to the safe, and came towards Marinette. “Alright bug, I’d stay still unless you want to get pinched.”

She clamped on two wrist restraints, and then one to her neck, all connected with chains.

Then she did the same with Adrien, even clamping his bad arm.

“Now aren’t you two just precious? All gussied up for your first day of camp! Smile for the camera! Let your parents know how much fun you’re having!”

The camera swung in close to them, capturing their expressions of absolute humiliation and horror.

“I said, smile!” They both winced in pain, but morphed it into a pained smile.

“Alright, now let’s take you to your bunks. We have a really nice set up for our new campers. You’ll just love it!”

Then the video went black. A message appeared, saying, “The next stream will be tomorrow morning at 6am. It would be best watch on an empty stomach.”

Alya was shaking with rage. At herself, at her classmates, at this ‘Salo’ woman, but not at Marinette or Adrien.

Never at them.

She swiveled her head around, looking for a target to unleash her fury on, and she found it in a very pale Lila. “You liar!” She screamed as she leapt. Alya tackled Lila to the floor, her fists flying without hesitation.

She only got a few licks in before Ivan and Kim grabbed her by the arms and yanked her to her feet. “We trusted you! I trusted you!”

Lila held her bleeding nose, desperate to not be made a villain. “Alya please…I know you’re upset. Everyone is…but that’s no reason to be mad at me.”

“Shut up! Shut up! You’re a liar! Just like Marinette said! I never should have believed you! Ladybug would never—My Ladybug would never take unsolicited photos! She’d never lie about this!” She was bawling her eyes out, and Kim and Ivan were the only things keeping her from collapsing on the floor. “You said you knew! You knew who Ladybug was! That you were best friends with her!”

“I thought I was!” Lila teared up, “she said she was someone else, most likely to protect me!”

“Stop lying!” Alya screamed. “Marinette hated you! And the only other person Marinette ever hated, was Hawkmoth! She doesn’t even hate Chloe! Now, because of you, she’s suffering! Adrien’s suffering! Ladybug and Chat Noir—it’s over! And it’s all your fault!”

“I had nothing to do with this!” Lila stated vehemently.

“Why should I believe you?” Alya snarled. “Why should any of us believe you?”

Lila balled up her fists. “Because—Because all I wanted was to discredit her! Like she was trying to do to me!”

Nino wrapped his arm around Alya’s shoulders, prompting Kim and Ivan to let go. He asked, “so how much of that photo story was a lie?”

Lila exhaled, her nostrils flaring. “All of it, okay? Marinette knew that I was lying, and kept trying to get everyone else to notice. But I warned her to knock it off. But she wouldn’t. She just kept on antagonizing me. All I wanted was to make friends and tell people what they wanted to hear, but she wouldn’t let me!”

Alix crossed her arms and spat, “Are you seriously trying to blame Marinette for this? Man, we all should have listened to her.”

While this argument was going on, Gabriel remained frozen in place, staring at the screen with tears in his eyes. A thousand thoughts rolled through his head, ideas, revelations, plans, too many things to parse at once.

“Sir?” Asked Nathalie, crouching by his side and touching his arm.

She grounded him slightly, as he took in the room around him. Tom was embracing his wife as she wailed. He didn’t blame her at all.

The children were fighting, pointing fingers and blaming each other.

Chaos.

His brooch burned on his chest at all the unbearably hot rage. Not just from the room, but Paris in general. The city was on fire with righteous anger, sadness, and hopelessness.

His fingers curled into fists, his resolve strengthening. He thrived in chaos. Not just as Hawkmoth, but as Gabriel as well. The man who built a fashion empire on his own. A man who didn’t allow himself to crumble in the face of grief.

He didn’t then, and he wouldn’t now.

Of course, his first priority was to save Adrien, but the consequences of what just occurred were not lost on him. After all, he had a secret identity of his own. If he wanted to save the children, he had to keep himself safe.

“That’s enough.” He spoke just loud enough to catch their attention, but not enough to shout.

“Oh Mr. Agreste, you understand don’t you? After all, I only wanted to do what was best for Adrien.”

He met Lila’s eyes, his own cold and steely. “You lied to my face. I refuse to be involved in petty high school squabbles. I have real, visceral problems to deal with, and you will gain no sympathy from me for your fabricated delusions. I suggest you leave.”

“But—“

“Now. And in case it wasn’t clear, I rescind that invitation into my home.”

Now, faced with real, true defeat, Lila had no choice but to save face and walk, sniveling with her crocodile tears all the while. No one gave her a second glance.

With that problem out of the way, Gabriel collected himself a little more. “Mr. Dupain, Mrs. Cheng.”

Tom and Sabine looked at him, faces drained of hope.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities have been compromised. We are no longer safe in this house. I suggest you stay with me until further notice, since I have extensive security measures. Miss Cesaire, and Mr. Lahiffe, that goes for you too. Since a simple glance over social media would reveal how close you are to them.”

“What do you mean, we’re no longer safe?”

“Our children are heroes, and heroes have plenty of enemies, as we can see with this woman.” He gestured to the TV. “No doubt, they would be after us for revenge soon enough. If we want to save Marinette and Adrien, we have to stay safe while we figure out how to do that.”

“Yes, of course!” Sabine collected herself, wiping her eyes. “I’m so glad you thought of that! I—I can barely process what I just saw.”

“I can assure you, I am still in shock too.” He swallowed hard, looking to the classmates. “Who’s the fastest runner here?”

Both Alix and Kim raised their hands.

“Perfect, go together.” He took a key out of his wallet, and handed it to Kim. “The passcode for the gate is ’7539’. There’s a shed in the back side of the lot. In the cupboard, there’s a roll of duct tape hanging on a nail. The spare key to the kitchen door is behind it. I want you to go inside, and into my office. Next to my computer, there’s a short table with a keyhole. This is the manual key. Switch it to on, and it will activate the self defense system, effectively barricading all windows. The sooner we get the system on, the sooner we prevent anyone coming inside.”

“What about you, Mr. Agreste?”

“I have an override code. We’ll be fine. Now go, and don’t let anyone in the house!”

“Yes sir!” They both shouted, before running out of the room.

“You two,” Gabriel pointed at Alya and Nino. “Go through Marinette’s belongings as quickly as you can. Anything that can be used as blackmail or has sentimental value needs to get packed up. Same thing for you, Mrs. Cheng, Mr. Dupain. Anything that could be used as leverage against them needs to come with us to the house. Any documents, computers, phones, family albums, any information about you.”

The students gathered got to work, helping them pack up most of their belongings. They’d have to make a few trips, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Nino set Marinette’s computer tower on the floor at the base of the stairs. “Her monitor is too big, but this should be fine.”

Alya set down the duffle bag. “I have her sketchbooks, old diaries, and plenty of clothes for her to wear when we rescue her. I also emptied her filing cabinet. I don’t know what all was in there, but I’d rather not leave her social security card out.”

Gorilla took the items downstairs.

“Alright, thank you all for your hard work,” Gabriel said to the assembled students. “But I think it’s in everyone’s best interest if you all go home. If any reporters approach you to get more information about either of them, be vague. Pretend that you don’t them for your own safety.”

The students all looked at each other, feeling hesitant.

Gabriel’s voice was demanding and firm, “The temptation to do something on your own to help will be strong, but please, leave this to us now. Understand?”

There was a murmuring of voices before they trickled out the door, one by one.

Then Alya and Nino, Tom and Sabine, Gabriel, Nathalie, and the Gorilla remained.

“You two should go home and pack up your bags. Brief your parents on what’s happening. If they need to, they can call me.” He held a hand out, asking for their phones, which he entered his number into. “Go together, and do not separate. My bodyguard will pick you up once you are ready. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

He nodded once, and looked to Tom and Sabine. “There’s not much else we can do tonight. Let’s go.”

They loaded up what they could in the car, and then put the house on lock down. Then they were off.

Sabine sat in the middle, sandwiched between her husband and Gabriel, with an overnight bag of her most bare essentials on her lap.. “I—I can’t thank you enough, for watching out for us like this.”

“You’re worrying about enough right now, Mrs. Cheng. You don’t need to worry about yourself too.”

“Sabine. Please just call me Sabine.”

“And call me Tom. If your son is…is Chat Noir. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future.”

Gabriel cracked a minute smile. “Tom, Sabine, I agree. Though I wish we could come to this…friendship in a different way.”

Sabine raised a hand to wipe at her cheeks, but Gabriel held out a handkerchief for her to use instead. “I just can’t believe…the last few years, my Marinette…she’s been saving the city. With Adrien. They…they just took down that drug lord the other night! That must be why she had that cut on her cheek!”

“And why this woman is involved now.” Finished Gabriel.

“So what are we going to do?” Asked Tom. “We know nothing about these people.”

“No, not yet we don’t. But they’re broadcasting plenty to the public. They will make a mistake. And as much as we think of Adrien and Marinette as children, they are superheroes. Ladybug comes up with solutions in every situation. They aren’t completely helpless.”

“But…without the Miraculous…” Sabine nearly whispered.

Gabriel was trying to be optimistic for their sake, but he really had nothing to say to that. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to keep from crying.

It was more than likely that he’d never see his son again. And if by some miracle he did, Adrien would never be the same.

They arrived at the mansion, a crowd of reporters in front of the gate. They parted at the sight of the car, allowing them to pull in.

“Damn it, the paparazzi never rests. I suggest you cover your faces, to hide the fact that you’re staying with me.”

The car pulled up to the gate, and Gabriel stepped out to enter the code, being followed by his bodyguard.

“M. Agreste, did you have knowledge that your son is Chat Noir?”

“Do you have any more information about Ladybug’s identity?”

“Have you been in contact with her parents?”

“What are you going to do to save your son?”

Gabriel was usually very good about ignoring the press. Or sometimes just giving vague enough answers to satisfy, but he had no patience for it today. “I didn’t know that Adrien was Chat Noir. I’m dealing with a lot right now, and I would like you all to leave. Please just leave…”

The reporters mostly backed off, standing back to give him some room. He entered the override code, opening the gate just enough for the car to go through. He drove in himself, his bodyguard keeping everyone back outside the gate.

Reporters continued to shout questions as Sabine and Tom got out of the car, keeping their faces forward and away from any cameras.

Finally inside, the voices of the reporters were muted. Gabriel glanced out the window, his eyes narrowed in anger. “We’ll have to go back for your other items later, once things calm down.”

Nathalie gestured them upstairs. “I will show you to the guest room. You can make yourselves at home.”

Gabriel watched them go, and then went to his office.

—

Hawkmoth emerged in the large room, butterflies fluttering all around at his presence. The akuma that had been rampaging around the city was now sullenly flapping around in his cane. He had called it back that minute he heard Adrien was missing, fearing that his akuma had been the cause.

But now he was looking for a new target, with a new goal in mind.

There was so much anger and grief in Paris. So much that it was overwhelming. Nausea was building every minute he was transformed.

He couldn’t pinpoint Adrien or Marinette. Their suffering must have been in the waves, but it was like looking for a grain of sand on the beach.

“Nooroo, dark wings fall.”

“Master?” Nooroo asked, reappearing.

“It’s no use. It’s like listening for someone’s shout in a crowd of thousands. I have to have an idea of where to feel from.”

Nooroo stayed silent as Gabriel fell to his knees, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “All I wanted…was my family. To keep Adrien safe! But now I—“ His words were cut off with a sob as he leaned forward and rested his head on the ground.

Hawkmoth struck fear into the hearts of Parisians. He created akuma that could grind the city to a halt.

But this woman…she had succeeded where he had failed, and done it so effortlessly.

And he didn’t even care about the Miraculous anymore.

Now it was personal. He would wreak his own revenge in time.

He just needed a clue.

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