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msjr0119 · 4 years ago

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Hey everyone! Sorry for another long hiatus, I’m still alive- even if I look like a zombie every morning 🙈😂. I have really bad baby brain at the moment so if there’s some grammatical errors, please ignore them. They will be rectified before posting.

⚠️Please do not read if you are under 18⚠️

A/N1: Whilst I’ve been on hiatus I have been editing a few things of mine, so have decided to do a Sneak Peek/ WIP. There will be warnings for each specific series.

A/N2: @callmeellabella / @plumeriavibes sent me a few requests to do over a year ago- they are completed and I hope to post this week. Technically here in the UK we are still in lockdown - so they will still be apt, Ella 😂

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Cordonian Wags

⚠️ Warnings - Possible adultery? 🤷‍♀️

“Miss Brooks, please.” Standing up slowly, her legs felt like jelly. Following the sonographer into the room, she laid on the bed before slowly raising her top which revealed a small neat bump. The image that all the paparazzi had been so desperate to capture.

“Before we begin, are there any questions that you’d like to ask?” The woman calmly asked as she prepared to begin the scan.

“Every baby is a miracle, right?”

“Yes, of course they are. There’s no need to be worried. Everything will be fine.” Obviously the health of the baby was a priority- but in her situation there were other queries that were lingering throughout her mind.

“Your baby is going to be either a footballer or a gymnast. Look at its legs, it’s such a wriggle bum.” For the first time since entering the room, she slowly turned her head and viewed her baby for the first time. “The baby’s heartbeat is fine... you have a very active and healthy baby. I have no concerns. How many copies of the photo would you like?” Answering one, she ran her finger over the black and white shot. Just you and I, little one.

“Can I ask one question?”

“Of course!”

“With these scans... I may sound stupid, which I have been recently in the last few months. My question... it’s ridiculous. I already deep down know the answer but can you tell certain things such as the baby’s race? Grandparents DNA?” The medical professional sat down close to her, holding her hand that was shaking as she spoke those words.

“Unfortunately not.... is there....”

“Let me rephrase my question... is there anyway that you can tell who the father is?”

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A Proposal

There are two WIP for this series. A one shot based on Bertrand as well as a sneak peek for the upcoming chapter. If you don’t read the series, the one shot can be read as a stand alone.

⚠️Warnings: Swearing, nudity, possible ‘affair’.

One shot

Regretting his idiotic split second decision, Bertrand was now locked out of his room. Wearing a skimpy towel that barely just covered up his manhood. Due to the alcohol consumption- his brain was barely functioning as he began to ‘walk’ along the corridor. Rounding the corner, he spotted two familiar faces- then stumbled knocking down a painting off of the wall.

“Your highness! Ri Ri... good evening.” Both sets of eyes widened, mainly for two reasons. The first one being, witnessing Bertrand in this state. The second reason- would the Duke remember seeing them together. Alone. Did he see Liam lock his lips onto Riley’s? They would sure find out in the morning, once the group reformed.

“I wonder where everybody else is? Where’s the staff in this place?” Bertrand muttered to himself as he entered the elevator. Reaching the ground floor, the drunk duke strolled out not having a care in the world.

“Sir? You cannot walk around like that. Please return to your room immediately!”

“I’m locked out!” Wafting his arms in the air- the towel soon disappeared. Creating jaws in the reception to drop to the floor in sync. “What? Have you never seen a naked man before?”

“Sir... please....” The young receptionist pleaded.

“If I hear you say ‘Sir’ one more time, I will get the prince to lock you up in his dungeon.... I AM A FUCKING DUKE YOU IMBECILE!” To avoid more of a commotion, the receptionist handed Bertrand a sign to hold against his private parts. Out of order. To cover his buttocks up- she handed him another sign; No exit.

Chapter 2

Riley headed down to the hotel lobby, mainly needing to grab some breakfast to sober up. Still feeling slightly drunk, she had debated whether or not to eat or do the hair of the dog.

“Blossom! There you are!” Jumping out of her skin to begin with- she was relieved when Maxwell was on his own.

“Here I am...” Where should I have been? Did I miss a memo?

“I was so worried about you.”

“You were?”

“Yes. We’ve lost Liam. Then I came to find you and couldn’t see you anywhere. Bertrand- well I found him naked on the bathroom floor. With two... forget about Bertrand. Where have you been? You smell manly. Have you ran out of that black opium already?”

“Well I was in my room all night. The jet lag must have knocked me unconscious...” Lying, she didn’t want to admit that she had a blissful night with the prince. “What do you mean I smell manly?” Having a discreet sniff of herself, she couldn’t smell anything.

“You smell of aftershave. It’s similar to what Drake and Liam wear. Are you sure that you was alone?” Shit.

“Erm, I fell over on the way down here. A man who works here helped me. He must have been wearing the same aftershave. There’s not only people in Cordonia who wear it Max! Although I did bump into Daniel at some point. It could have been him? I was on my own, all night. Believe me.” Please believe me.

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The American Adventure

Warnings: Swearing

“Riley?” The line cut off.

It wasn’t her, that’s why she hung up. How useless is Glen? We are looking for Leo. Unless Leo has a secret that he’s keeping from us all.

“Hey, Li. Wrong number. Fuck it, forget about Leo. If we can’t track him down we will just go to New York without him. As Bastien said, you need to have a bachelor party before the shit show of a social season begins.” Liam didn’t require Drake to remind him of what his future held for him. The lack of freedom and choices he could have made him wish at times that he wasn’t now the next in line.

“Glen was sure that was the correct number.” Liam glared at his head guard, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Unless Leo’s turned into some obnoxious Yankee bitch- then no it’s the wrong number. I’ll just go and pack a bag and come back with you. Give me five minutes.” Waiting for Drake to be out of view, Glen gulped before defending himself to his monarch.

“That was the number that you provided me with your highness- and I confirmed it. Somebody else must have that number now. Not, Riley.”

“Glen, once we get back to the palace- do another thorougher search on Lindsey and Riley Brooks.” Liam whispered.

“But, your highness... you’ve been trying to do this for over a decade now. Myself and Bastien - we tried....”

“Glen, don’t question my actions. Please. I am pleading with you to do this one more time. Bastien always avoided doing this for myself. For Drake. I don’t know why? But it seemed like he knew something but kept it from the both of us. If we can’t find them, then I’ll accept defeat.”

“Yes Sir, what about Prince Leo?”

“Leave Leo to me, I already know where he is. He’s closer to us than you all think.”

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The Unexpected Roommate

Just a short sneak peek for this one. Don’t want to give too much away.

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Leo x Olivia, Liam x ?

⚠️Warnings: Swearing, pranks, alcohol mention, end of a relationship.

Once she had packed all of her belongings, she looked around the apartment- feeling slightly sentimental. Leaving the keys on the table, she didn’t want to keep them. Instead, she wanted to close this chapter of her life- being Drake Walker’s roommate.

“Shit! The cupcakes!” Racing over to the oven- she had completely forgotten about her goodbye gesture that was now impersonating a charcoaled sausage. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Emptying the cupboards, food items were now scattered everywhere until she stumbled across a basic Victoria sponge cake. That’ll do.

~ ~ ~

Drake and Leo returned to the apartment- slightly later than the two of them had anticipated. Whilst they sat in the bar, Drake thought back to Riley’s words. Regretting denying that she could be correct, he had hoped that she would have reconsidered about staying with Olivia. He needed to apologise, talk openly to her- before he lost her for good.

“It’s ‘oh so quiet’... awww she’s made us a cake with a message on it, Drake.”

Au reviour, Dickheads...Ri xo

“She’s a fucking scruff! Have you seen all of the burnt cupcakes? The washing up pile? Food everywhere! She’s fucked off and not cleaned up after herself!”

“Drake, calm down. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack. How the two of you lived together and not killed each other is beyond me. Let’s tuck in.” Drake shook his head as he watched Leo dive in like a starved caveman. Staring vacantly at the scene surrounding them, he had no idea where to begin to clean up after Riley.

“This is disgusting! It tastes weird... just try a bit, buddy. I think my taste buds are playing tricks with me.” Taking one glance at the cake, Drake rolled his eyes back after inhaling the aroma of the sponge cake.

“It tastes weird because it’s not what you’d usually top a cake or dessert with. How stupid could you be eating something before smelling it?”

“It looked soooo scrumptious. When you’ve been drinking, you’re starving. What is it then Mr Clever clogs?” Leo sarcastically said.

“You use it with a razor!”

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Unnamed one shot

I decided to do a one shot based on my labour of my little girl. It was short in comparison to most labours- but so much happened. Looking back now, I find it slightly hilarious.

⚠️Warnings: Alcohol mention, labour.

Ten minutes later- Savannah knocked on the door. Wearing her pajamas, Ugg boots and a parka coat- Riley knew it was cold outside, it was December after all. But she believed that Savannah would have come fully dressed as she had taken a long time to arrive when she lives on the next road. As she entered the house- she witnessed her brother pouring whiskey into his cup of tea. Shaking. Panicking. Wondering how the labour was going to go. Would he be a good birth partner again? Would it all go to plan?

“Great minds, bro.” As she said this, a can of Strongbow magically appeared from her coat pocket. Bitches I’m the one in labour, why are you both drinking alcohol?

“Can you one of you just get me some pain relief please? It’s in the top drawer...” Savannah looked at Drake with a perplexed expression, wondering what Riley meant with her words. Lucky Drake knew what his girlfriend was referring to. He didn’t agree with her choice. But also wouldn’t want her to turn into ‘she hulk’ if he refused to give her it.

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flowerpowell · 5 years ago

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Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART FIFTEEN

A/N: So... Dani and Liam kinda took over this chapter but I hope it’s okay. I promise it is getting somewhere! Also, sorry for the delay in posting, I had a hard time with writing anything. Also x2, this chapter may suck because I think I forgot how to write in English. Pardonne-moi.

Rating: PG

Word count: 2256

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“Hey, can you please pass the charger?”

Dani looked up from her bed and wordlessly threw the charger at her sister.

“Thanks.”

“Are you going to call Drake?” She asked but already knew the answer. It had been a few weeks since Riley moved out from Drake’s cabin and moved into Dani’s hotel room. She said she talked with Drake but decided it was better for them to stay separate. She still visited him when it was his turn with Bartie.

“Nah, I’m just looking at furniture for my restaurant.”

“Riley...”

“Please, Dani, stop. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ri, it’s been weeks. You’ve seen the lab results, Drake didn’t do anything wrong, he was tricked!”

“I know. And this is why I shouldn’t be with him.”

“That makes no sense.” Dani shook her head.

Riley swallowed hard before blurting out, “we both will be safer that way.”

Dani turned to her and sat down on the bed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean... It’s better for us if we’re not together.”

“But--”

“I tried to love my parents but they didn’t care about me. I loved my grandma and she left me. I... liked Drake and he got drugged. I just... I need to accept the fact that I should be alone.”

“This is nonsense! Riley, people--”

“Dani, please. I made my decision. I just wish Drake would hate me already. It’d be easier for us.” She said quietly. Drake tried to talk to her, call her but she wouldn’t answer back. She expected him to give up but he never did. Never... until this week. It was Thursday and he hadn’t called for the whole week. Riley wasn’t sure if what she felt was a relief or a hearbreak.

Dani shook her head. She loved her sister but couldn’t understand her. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t fix her sister’s relationship. She had to do it herself.

Dani had been meeting up with Liam for the past few weeks, trying to figure out the way to bring Drake and Riley together but nothing seemed to work. Nothing because Riley was too stubborn.

She looked at her phone and read a message from Liam.

“You’re smiling like an idiot. Is it Liam?” Riley asked and Dani looked at her sister innocently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I need to go though. And I might pick up some coffee to wake me up,” she added.

“What’s up with you and coffee? You always hated it!”

“I never hated it, it just always made me feel like I was having a heart attack. But I’ve been so tired recently that coffee is the only thing that keeps me awake.”

“Man, you must be pretty stressed,” Riley murmured and went back to scrolling.

“Yeah, well, my sister is now living with me because she had an argument with her husband, my brother-in-law was drugged and my father is sending me to law school. I guess I am pretty stressed,” she answered and her eyes widened in horror. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound so passive aggressive. I’m just really tired.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t know about the law school. Why did you agree? You hate law!”

“Do you remember the last time I tried to disagree with father? This is why.”

“Dani... Maybe you should talk to him. And stop caring so much about everything. It only makes you sick!”

“Someone has to care,” Dani replied and. Riley sighed.

“You know... Not everything that’s weighing you down is yours to carry.”

Dani looked at her, surprised, but Riley was already focused on her phone. She shook her head and left the room.

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“I talked to Drake, he’s ready to give up,” Liam told Dani as they were drinking coffee. “He’s tired of not knowing why Riley is acting the way she is acting.”

“I know, I’d be pretty frustrated too. But he can’t give up. Riley... is a mess. She has many issues she needs to figure out but I’m sure she’ll finally realize she wants to be with Drake.”

Liam sighed, “I just hope it won’t be too late.”

He took empty mugs and put them back on the drawer. Dani walked up to Liam’s desk and looked at his laptop.

“Is that the footage from Savannah and Betrand’s disappearance?” she asked and chucked when Liam raised an eyebrow. “Riley told me everything.”

“Yes. The first one is what our police found and the second one was lost but Madeleine’s detective found it and she gave it to us.”

“Madeleine, huh. And it’s not fake?” Dani asked as she watched the two videos carefully.

“Nope. The footage is legit. No editing, no photoshop, no--”

“NAILS!”

“No nails?” Liam asked. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“No! I mean, look!” Dani took Liam’s hand and paused the video. “The first footage, they go in. Look at her nails,” she zoomed in a little. “Perfect manicure. Love the color though. I wish my father let me wear dark polish too.”

“Okay, manicure. What about it?”

“Look at the second video, the one taken an hour later. She has pretty much no polish on! Either her nails grow extremely fast or she chipped it or...”

“Or?”

“Or the video was taken much later. Like, about three, four weeks later. Which would kinda explain why both of them look a bit stiff.”

Liam swallowed hard as he felt dizzy. He sat down and looked at Dani. “How did you even notice that?”

“I work in a bank, remember? Noticing the details is a part of my job. Plus, I’m kinda obsessed with dark manicure.”

“You’re wonderful, you know that?” Liam asked before realized he said it out loud. Dani blushed.

“Yes, well, umm, so that means... they were kept somewhere. And are alive. Or at least were so the video could have been taken.”

“Seems like it,” Dani nodded.

“And if you say her manicure was around a month old, it’s the time between us finding out they are gone and Drake’s outburst at Madeleine in the court.”

Dani’s face lit up. “That’d make perfect sense, she recorded the video so Drake would stop suspecting they’re still in Karlington!”

“I need to call Drake.”

“And I’ll call Riley!”

A whole thirty minutes later, Drake was watching the footage with his fists clenched and anger written all over his face. Riley was seated in the other corner of the room, comparing pictures of Savannah’s hand that Liam quickly printed.

“I hate them. I HATE THEM!” Drake hit the table, spilling the tea from his mug. “I’m gonna make them pay for what they did to my sister. THIS BI--”

“Drake!” Liam raised his voice. “Please. I know you’re angry but--”

“Angry? Just angry? I am furious and I’m going to show this little spoiled brat what--”

“Drake! She can’t know we know or everything will get lost,” Liam explained and Drake sat down, breathing heavily. “We need more evidence. Her manicure is not really gonna be enough,” Dani added, offering him a fresh cup of tea.

“So what, I’m supposed to sit and do nothing?”

“Not nothing, just acting as if everything is normal so we can gather more evidence.”

“I can’t do that, my sister might still be alive and she’s in danger!”

“Oh my gosh, Drake, just sit your ass down and stop making a bigger mess!” Riley yelled, stunning everyone.

“Why are you so mad? What do you want from me?!” Drake asked, raising his voice Dani flinched.

“A divorce,” she answered, quietly this time.

“Great then, because that’s exactly what I want too. Who needs a wife who doesn’t even care about her husband being drugged. Liam, divorce us now.”

Liam’s eyes widened and he looked at Dani who only shook her head ‘no’.

“I-I can’t can’t,” he said and Dani showed him a thumb up.

“What do you mean you can’t? You said you’d annul our marriage!” Riley inquired.

Liam looked at Dani again, panicking, and Dani started showing him some strange gestures. He shook his head to let her know he didn’t understand but Riley noticed that and looked at her sister as well. Dani quickly stopped gesturing and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to be admiring it.

“Because... a new law has just been introduced!” Liam lied and nodded his head as if to make it more believeable. Riley narrowed her eyes.

“New law? About divorce?” Drake asked, confused.

“Yes, new divorce law. It says that the couple has to be married for at least a year before annuling their marriage. Sorry guys, my hands were tied.”

“Aren’t you the King?” Riley asked.

“Umm, yes but... but...”

“The referendum!” Dani cut in. “Liam couldn’t do much, the nobles voted him out!”

“Exactly!” Liam nodded.

Drake looked puzzled and Riley was looking between Liam and Dani.

“Right,” she said. “Anyway, I gotta go. Let me know if you find out something!”

“The in-depth analysis of the footage should be tomorrow,” Liam told her and she nodded in understanding before leaving.

“Well, I should be going too,” Drake said and started heading out.

“She still cares a lot about you, you know,” Dani said and Drake turned to her. He looked conflicted.

“It doesn’t matter now, does it?”

“You two will be fine, I know it. Just give her time, please,” she asked and Drake nodded slowly, before exiting the office.

“That was close,” Liam whispered after a few minutes of silence.

“Too close. But good thinking with the new law!”

“Good thinking with the referendum! We make a good team, don’t we?” he smiled softly at her and she retured the gesture. He felt his heart skipping a beat a little.

Stop it. It’s not gonna happen, stop hoping for it like an idiot.

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“Are you sure you really can’t go?” Riley asked her sister for the tenth time that day.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I feel too sick,” Dani rasped. She was lying in her bed, feeling miserable.

“And this is not just an excuse so I’ll be there with Drake?” Riley raised an eyerbow.

“Liam will be there as well. I wanted to come, I promise. I just feel terrible.”

“Well... Okay. Feel better soon, then,” Riley hugged her sister and headed out, leaving Dani alone.

Dani groaned as she buried her face in the pillow. She was lying for a few hours, mindlessly watching funny videos of dogs online when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” she answered, assuming it was either Riley or her parents.

“Hi.”

She sat straight immediately after hearing his voice. Seeing Liam there, in her hotel room, while being in her pajamas, was the last thing she expected to happen that day.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to cover herself with the comforter. Despite the fact that Liam had seen her naked before, she still felt weird about him seeing her like that.

“Riley told me you are sick so... I wanted to check on you,” he smiled at her sheepishly. “I also brought soup that my mom used to make for me and it always made me feel better.”

“Thank you, that’s so... thoughtful,” she smiled at him, trying to swallow a giant lump that was formed in her throat. There was a King in her hotel room. A King who just brought her a soup because she felt sick. And she was in her pajamas that had little Mickey mouse faces all over it.

While Dani was internally panicking, Liam took out the jar with the soup and heated it a little in the microwave.

“Be careful, it’s hot,” he warned her as she took the jar from his hands. He sat down next to her when she was eating the soup and filled her with everything he found out after the analysis. It felt almost strange. Nice but... strange. It felt cozy. It felt home. It felt dangerously good and Dani was scared.

At some point, Dani finished the soup and lay down for a bit and Liam joined her. They were lying on her bed together, on two different sides on her small bed, both silently looking at the ceiling, their index fingers intertwined.

No words were exchanged but the silence still felt good. And if only they could hear each other’s thoughts, they’d be surprised at how similar there were.

I know I’m not perfect, I know I made a lot of mistakes but please, let me stay in Cordonia with him. Let something happen so I can stay here with him. Give me a sign, anything. I can’t imagine not being here.

I’m so ungrateful, I know. I know I shouldn’t be asking for this but please. Please, make something happen so that she stays here. Anything so that we could be together. I know I probably don’t deserve this but I’ll do everything to make her happy. I can’t imagine being without her.

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talpup · 5 years ago

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Erase the Shadow: 8

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of sex, violence, and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22027552/chapters/54222625

Sorry about the quality of this chapter. I’m not in the headspace to edit it properly. But with the day that I’ve had I just want feel some bit of accomplishment. Again, I'm sorry about breaking my first rule and responding to a hate message. We all have those chew you up and spit you out kind of days and that's what today was for me.

Please forgive me if this chapter is a bit all over the place. It’s more of a highlight reel for the following two years. I just really want to get to the good stuff and nothing really important was scheduled to happen during this time so I didn’t want to spend too much time on it. Hope you all enjoy.

8.1

It was late June and the first weekend Hizashi had been able to visit Teris in three weeks.

“I missed you, Ris.” Hizashi murmured, holding her hips, guiding her up to meet him with his every thrust.

“Zashi.” Teris moaned beneath him.

“I missed you so much, Baby.” He angled his thrust to hit her sweet spot, loving the song she sung as she came apart for him.

His pierced cock dragged along her tight, soft, wet walls driving her to further heights.

“Zashi. Please. Please. I need--” She cut herself off with a moan, nails raking down his chest.

“Tell me what you need, Baby. Tell me that your sweet pussy was made just for me. That I alone can make you feel this good.”

“Za—ah!” Teris’ orgasm made her entire body lock up.

Hizashi grunted and sped his tempo, chasing his own release before she had even come down from her high.

Teris’ walls clamped down and fluttered around him, spurring him on, even as it made his hips stagger.

“You’re. So. Fucking. Good.” He said, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Cum for me, Zashi.” Teris panted, still breathless and unfocused from her orgasm. “Come on, Sunshine. Fill me up.”

They had snuggled and showered after, returning to bed happy and spent after another round. Getting dirty while getting clean, as Hizashi liked to put it.

Teris wore Hizashi's cheesy tourist shirt. Their shirt, he called it. He really was a romantic, she thought snuggling up against him.

Granted it was that cutesy, Rom Com kind of romance that she often found cringe worthy; but it was sweet and enduring. And something you will never be able to emulate, she thought spirits dampening. He’ll tire of your sardonic nature soon enough.

So, she thought. Sad as that will be, we’re happy now.

Your humor and temperament are better suited to Shouta. Stop that! She scolded herself. You’re with Hizashi. Quit trying to ruin. You’re the one who keeps thinking about his best friend, she thought back at herself. You’re the one who thought how you also missed Shouta every time Hizashi said how much he missed you.

“G’night, Baby.” Hizashi mumbled half asleep, his arms and legs already loosening around her as he drifted off.

It took Teris a good while longer to fall asleep. When she finally did she was immediately greeted by the man she loved but could not touch.

“Shouta!” Teris rushed toward him, the blank dreamscape taking on that of a park.

Shouta spun around. Though his expression remained the same, his eyes brightened and with it the sky above them.

Then he remembered that Hizashi was spending the weekend with her and his lips thinned, jaw setting. Heavy clouds formed in the distance, quickly darkening and rolling in.

Teris slowed her steps, eyes flicking to the horizon where distant thunder rumbled. “Shouta? What is it? What’s the matter? Raven?”

The weather had always been tied to Shouta’s emotions. It was what had made learning to read her stoic companion so easy when they were children.

Shouta shook his head, trying to bury his hurt and jealousy.

It wasn’t as if the Teris in the real world was purposefully breaking his heart. She didn’t know what kind of relationship and love they shared. Nor did the Teris in here remember anything about the waking world. She didn’t know that she was probably asleep in Hizashi's arms.

The thought had lightning striking in the distance. The dreamscape's ground trembled beneath their feet at the resounding clap of thunder.

“Shou?” Teris reached for him, her hand hovering over his arm.

Shouta saw the concern in her eyes and scolded himself. He was being foolish. Selfish. There was nothing Teris could do about the screwed up way of things. So why was he making his Love worry about something she couldn’t control and wasn’t even aware of.

The mess of it all rankled him, and another flash of lightning and clash of thunder overwhelmed their senses.

No. Shouta told himself, gritting his teeth. This wasn’t the time to think about all that. This time with her was limited. Precious. It wasn’t something to be sullied, or wasted by whatever was going on out in the waking world.

He swallowed, forcing everything else down and away but this moment.

Slowly the skies began to clear.

“It’s nothing. Sorry.” He apologized, looking at her hovering hand.

He wanted nothing more than to take her hand and pull her into his arms.

A rumble of thunder sounded from the fading storm.

“Aizawa Shouta. What did I tell you about hiding things from me?”

Shouta’s lips twitched upward.

“Not to.” He answered simply.

“So?” She prompted.

Shouta slid his hands into his pockets least he make a futile attempt to touch her. His eyes panned the area taking in the cat cafe across the street.

Teris could create pretty much any scene she wanted. And, though she couldn’t populate the space with humans, she could create animals.

He tilted his head to the building. “Cat cafe? Didn’t we do that last time?”

“You’re trying to change the subject.”

“Is it working?”

“Shou.”

“I’m fine, Kitten. Better than fine.” He assured, finishing the thought with a silent, now that I’m here with you.

Teris raised a dubious eyebrow.

Shouta stepped to her and uttered softly. “I’d never lie to you, Ris. You know that.”

That was true. Shouta had never once lied to her. He occasionally used what he called logical ruses to surprise her, but he had never once lied.

Satisfied, Teris turned and walked toward the cafe. “Our visit there was cut short last time.”

“I remember.” Shouta said, following.

How could he forget? The Void had visited mid-way through the night last time.

“And I wasn’t complaining.”

She looked back at him and gave a smiling scoff. “You? Complain about visiting cats. Never would've crossed my mind.”

His heart lightened at her teasing smile.

“So, how’s your new group of student's doing? Expelled anyone yet?” She asked, once they were situated among the cats.

They didn’t necessarily have to be in the cafe to be surrounded by cats. She had once swarmed a park with them. Something she should do again, she thought. Just so see that look of awe on Shouta's face again.

But keeping things the way she somehow knew them to be out in the real world made her feel real. And feeling real was something she often struggled with.

“Only the one’s that didn’t show any promise.” He said, looking down at her caressing hand as she pet the cat in his lap.

His fingers stroked through the cats fur near enough to hers that they brushed through her hand without touching.

“Shouta.”

Damn it. Why was he so melancholy tonight? He was ruining their time together by focusing on the everything that was wrong instead of reveling in this too short time with her.

“That’s it. Get up.” Teris said, pushing to her feet.

“What?” Shouta looked up at her, nudging the cat off his lap.

A thin ribbon of fabric appeared in her hand.

Shouta felt a thrill as the fabric was dangled in front of his face.

He knew what was coming and often pretended he didn’t like it, but in truth he loved it. That was until the pain of it all grew to be too much.

He readily grabbed the tail end of the fabric and let her help pull him up.

Suddenly they were in a park gazebo. Instruments hovered in the air, playing soft music by unseen hands.

“Something a bit more atmospheric, if you will, Raven.” She said releasing the fabric he held and producing another.

Shouta smiled softly down at her.

The sun dimmed, fading away. Night took over. The midnight sky filled with countless stars. Unlike in the real world, a full moon hung above.

“You’re beautiful.” Shouta murmured.

“Easy to say when I’m the only girl here.” She teased.

“Still doesn’t change the facts.” He said, wrapping the fabric around her waist.

He felt her drape her own piece of material over the back of his neck and closed his eyes, imagining it was her touching him.

Gripping the ends of his material, he tugged her closer and began to sway.

The music was slow and soothing.

As they danced his mind wandered to the time he had spent with her in the real world during the end of school year break. He wondered if she would be coming to stay for a time during summer vacation. Just the thought of getting to see her in person again. Of speaking with her, smelling her. The thought of getting to touch her again, even if it was just in passing, made him shiver with excitement.

“Shou?”

His eyes focused, thoughts fading.

He blushed, embarrassed at having not heard her question. “Sorry.”

Why was it that he felt as if he had been caught thinking about another woman? They were the same person. The only difference between them was that neither Teris remembered what went on in the others world.

“Just tell me you’re feeling better.” She murmured.

“I love you.” Shouta said, staring down at her beautiful face.

If only the real world Teris looked at him like that. If only…

“I wish I could touch you.” He said, eyebrows pulling together as he struggled to control his emotions.

“Shou.” She tried to pull him closer but he just passed through her.

He stepped away with a shake of his head, swallowing roughly. Damn Hizashi. This was all his fault. Things might’ve been difficult before, but they were manageable. Now, knowing his Love was with another man. That she was happy with that other man. And that that man was his best friend…

“I’m sorry. I’m just not good company tonight.”

What was he saying? Was he really that sour and stupid? He had waited twenty-nine nights to see her.

Teris grabbed the end of the fabric he still held and pull it roughly. “I don’t care what kind of mood you’re in. You’re the only company I ever want. And I’m not just saying that cause you’re the only person around.”

Shouta gave a short, dry chuckle at her final statement. “That’s only cause you don’t know what you’re missing.”

She stepped to him, winding the fabric around her hand as she did so. “You’re wrong, Raven. It’s because I know exactly what I have.”

She stopped in front of him, her other hand lifted to hover over his cheek.

Shouta's head tilted into to her hand, longing for contact.

“I love you, Shouta. I want nothing more than for you to find me in the waking world so we can finally touch. Please, Raven. Don’t stop looking for me.”

Shouta squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.

“Promise me.”

Shouta took in a measured breath and opened his eyes. “I promise you this, Kitten. Once we are together, I will never stop touching you.”

8.2

It was the end of another school year and despite the Hero Commission’s threats, they still hadn’t voted to put an end to private instruction of the hero course.

“So do you think they’re ever going to do it? Or is it something they’ll just continue to hold over private instructors heads?” Nemuri asked, returning after served herself another drink.

“They’ll do it.” Teris said, tilting her head away from Hizashi’s finger.

Shouta nodded in agreement. Those in hidden power didn’t have enough control over private instructors or their students. It was only a matter of time before private instruction of the hero course came to an end.

“It’s only a matter of time.” Teris went on echoing Shouta’s thoughts.

Hizashi blew at her ear and Teris turned, grabbing his pointing finger.

“Stop it.”

“You told me to stop touching you. I’m not touching you.” Hizashi grinned mischievously.

“What are you, five?” Teris questioned, her amusement ruining her ire filled look.

“We often wonder.” Nemuri commented, sitting on the couch.

Her eyes blue eyes panned over to Shouta who sat on the opposite side of the sofa from her. The poor man had become rather interested in the drink in his hands. And who could blame him? Hizashi had been all over Teris all night, his constant hanging on her worsening the more intoxicated he got.

To her friends credit, Teris tolerated and handled Hizashi well enough. After being together for a little over a year, it was to be expected. But Hizashi was difficult to manage in the best of times and now that he had a few drinks in him he was getting unruly.

That was partially Nemuri's fault. She had added more alcohol to Hizashi’s mixed drink than usual.

“Zashi.” Teris scolded, once again taking his hand when it wiggled no more than a centimeter away from her breast.

“What?” Hizashi questioned with overly loud innocence. “I’m not touching.” He rested his head on her shoulder and turn his face into her neck. “I’m being a good boy.”

Teris pressed her lips together, glancing at Shouta.

Though most wouldn’t know it, he was clearly uncomfortable. And that fact only heightened her own discomfort.

“You’ve had enough.” Teris said taking his drink from his hand and pouring it into her own cup.

Nemuri grimaced. Would her friend notice the excess liquor?

“Aw, Baby! I just told you I was being a good boy. You’re suppose to say that you’ll reward me later.” Hizashi slipped his hand between her legs, gliding it up to her core.

Teris yelped. Her legs squeezed against his hand, her own hand grabbing his wrist.

“Zashi. Stop.” She hissed.

“Tell me how you’re gonna reward me for being good, Ris Wren.”

“You’re far from being good.” Teris said, pulling his hand away.

“Ooo!” Hizashi grinned.

He leaned closer to her, his alcohol scented breath hitting her face.

“Then tell me how you’re gonna discipline me for being bad. You gonna tie me up and spank me like I do you?” He asked, he hand climbing up her side.

Shouta shot out of his seat and mumbled something about needing another drink as he walked toward the kitchen.

Teris grabbed Hizashi's hand before it reached her breast. “No. But if you don’t behave I’m gonna break something.”

“Oh yeah, Baby!” Hizashi exclaimed. “I got just the thing in mind. What d’ya say we go see out how strong Kayama’s bed is?”

Shouta who had just served himself a shot, downed it and served another. He downed that one too before severing a double and slowly returning to his seat.

When he got drunk, he apparently blacked out. At least the video’s his friends had shown him of the things he did that he didn’t remember ever doing proved that to be the case.

Right now blacking out and not remembering any of this sounded like a great idea.

8.3

The end of semester exams had gone well. As had the first day of training camp. Shouta was rather pleased with the growth of his students. Not that he would tell them that. As second years they would be taking their provisional license exams soon, and he didn’t want them to get cocky.

Thinking he’d get some reviews done before he turned in, Shouta exited the staff bathroom in a t-shirt and sweat pants. His hair, still wet from his shower, soaked the shoulders of his shirt and dripped to the floor as he made the short trek to his assigned bedroom.

He paused in the hall, thinking he heard a noise from Hizashi's room which was beside his. But when it didn’t happen again he shrugged it off and entered his room.

Flicking on the desk lamp, Shouta sank in the the chair with a sigh. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but these reviews wouldn’t do themselves.

Opening up his laptop, he logged in, and scooted the chair forward. He had just pulled his notes closer when...

Was that a groan?

Shouta tensed and remained still, listening. His eyes darted over to his capture weapon that hung on the bedpost with his utility belt.

“Zashi...”

Shouta’s eyes widened. That was Teris’ voice. It had come from…

There was another groan. This time Shouta was able to clearly identify it as Hizashi's.

“That’s it, Baby. Tell me what you’re doing now.” Hizashi's voice commanded, sounding through the obviously thin walls.

The air left Shouta lungs in a sharp exhale. Were they having phone sex? This was wrong. He shouldn’t be hearing this. His eyes frantically scanned his desk. He always carried a set of headphones in his laptop bag. He should get them.

“Zashi, I’m...”

The fan on his laptop sped up, the soft noise drowning out Teris’ response.

Shouta scowled at the device. Now he wouldn’t know what she was doing. Before he knew what he was doing, his finger held down the power button, shutting the laptop off. The fan went silent.

“Come on Ris Wren. I miss you, Baby. You agreed to try this for me.”

Shouta felt a wave of relief. Apparently Teris wasn’t into it. Good, he thought.

“I—I’m dipping my hand lower.” Teris’ voice said.

“Down that beautiful stomach of yours.” Hizashi led.

“Um hum.”

“And what are you doing now, Baby?”

“I’m touching myself.”

“And who are you thinking about while you touch yourself?”

“You.”

“Tell me, Ris. Tell me what you’re doing and who you’re thinking about.”

“I’m touching myself, thinking about you.” Teris’ voice said.

Shouta's eyes closed, imagining those words had been said to him.

“Where are you touching yourself, Baby?”

“You know where.”

“Come on, Wren. Tell me. Talk dirty. Get filthy for me,”

Shouta frowned, eyebrows pulling together in angry annoyance. Hizashi was clearly directing her to do something she clearly was uncomfortable with.

“Tell me, Baby. Tell me where you’re touching yourself.”

“I’m touching my pussy.”

Shouta's breath hitched.

“Yeah? Above or under your panties?”

“Above.”

“And are they wet?”

“Yes.”

Shouta bit his lip. Fuck. He really should get his headphones. But even as he had that thought, he leaned back in his chair.

“I’m so wet, Zashi. My panties are soaked.”

Hizashi groaned, and Shouta had to stifle a groan of his own.

“What do those pretty panties look like, Wren?”

“They’re black stain with white cat paws on them.” Teris answered.

“Hum.”

Hizashi might not have sounded overly turned on by the thought, but the image had Shouta's cock twitching in his sweat pants. His Kitten was wearing cat theme underwear. It was as if she had done so especially for him.

“Oh, Baby. I wish I could lick at those panties and taste you.” Hizashi said.

Shouta's mouth pooled with saliva, imaging what Teris tasted like. He always thought that she would taste similar to how she smelled. A bit like honey but not cloyingly so.

“I wish it was your hands touching me.” Teris said.

And Shouta thought the same. He would give anything to touch her. To feel and taste her, as she squirmed beneath him, moaning his name.

“I do too, Baby. Why don’t you take your panties off for me.”

“Zashi...”

Again Shouta heard a hint of doubt in her voice, but he was too far gone. He silently urged Teris to do as Hizashi said and take off the cute cat paw underwear he imagined she worn just for him.

“Come on, Ris Wren. It’s just us, Baby. You think I would let anyone else hear you like this? I’m alone in this room, out in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by bugs.”

Teris heard the shudder in her boyfriend’s voice and chuckled. “My poor, Sunshine.”

“I’m not kidding, Babe. There was this Mothra sized moth flying around in the teachers bathroom.”

Shouta smiled at her laugh. She had the most beautiful laugh.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that big, Zashi.”

“What I’m saying is, I need this, Babe. I know you’re shy about talkin’ dirty but once you get into it, Ris, you’re the best.”

“Well you would know. With the mouth you have on you.” She quipped.

“You want my mouth on you? Is that what said? Tell me, Sweetheart. Tell me where you want my mouth.”

“I want your mouth on mine.” She said. “I would open my lips to you and meet your tongue with mine. Mmm. I love the way it feels when your body’s pressed against mine. Pinning me to the bed.”

“I’d suck on your tongue, and roll those pretty peaked nipples as I move on to your neck. I love your neck, Baby. You got so many spots on there that do it for you. I’d mark every one of them up and claim you.”

She was about to tell him no marking, but it didn’t matter this time.

“Are you touching yourself, Wren?”

“Yes.” Came her breathy reply.

“What do you want?” Hizashi asked.

“I want your cock.” Teris answered.

Eyes closed, Shouta's head fell back against the chair. His hand moved to palm the growing bulge in his sweat pants.

“What would you do to my cock, Pretty One?”

“I’d take it out of your pants.”

Shouta’s fingers hooked into the waistband of boxer briefs and sweat pants, pulling them both down. His jaw tightened, fighting back a hiss as his aching dick sprung free and bobbed in the open air.

“A cock that big and fine shouldn’t be hidden away.” She teasingly scolded. “It should be worshiped.

Shouta bit back a groan, his hips rolling upward.

“Can you wrap your hand around that big dick of yours and pretend it’s mine? That I’m the one slowly pumping your cock and dipping my thumb along the slit to smear your pre-cum.”

8.4

The news that came with the end of the school year was maddening and heartbreaking for Teris and her students. Not only had the Hero Commission voted to stop private instruction of the hero course; they had added the amendment that any student studying under a private instructor would have to enroll in a ‘proper’ school and start the program from the beginning.

Sad as it was for her first and second year students, who should have been looking forward to starting their second and third year once the new school year began. It was really heart wrenching for her third year students who should have been graduating.

The number of phone calls she had gotten from friends, who were also private instructors, had only added to her sense of anger and sorrowful bitterness. Many of her friends planned to give up teaching. Several others planned to give of hero-ing all together.

It felt as if an irrevocable rift had been made by this decision. And Teris was sure that there would be a rise in vigilantism.

With bile in her throat, Teris had admonished her students to obey the Commission’s laws and regulations, and to enroll in a schools hero course if they still desired to become pros. She had even offered to write letters of recommendation. Though with the way things were going, she wasn’t entirely certain if that would be of benefit anywhere other than UA.

UA. Thankfully Principle Nedzu had taken her call and offered her the recently open position of Strategics Instructor. It seemed that their previous Instructor had died in his sleep shortly after the news that turned her life upside down broke.

Though healthy and fairly young, there didn’t appear to be any signs of foul play, and so there was no investigation into the mans death.

It felt weird, filling the position of a man who had died so suddenly, but Hizashi and Nemuri assured Teris that there was nothing wrong with it.

UA would have to find someone to fill the position so why shouldn’t it be you, they reasoned.

“Babe!”

Teris looked up from taping another box.

She had been so focused on tying up the loose ends of her cases and introducing her more agreeable CI’s to other underground heroes that she hadn’t taken the time to pack. And now Shouta, Nemuri, and Tensei would be here any moment to help her and Hizashi load up her belongings and see them safely to his place.

She stared at her boyfriend. It boggled her mind to think that they had been together for two years. That Hizashi had put up with and was still interested in her. And that they would now be living together. Working together.

A frown tugged at her lips. Would they be able to make it work? They had always complained that they never saw enough of each other. But after two years of weekend and school break visits, would moving in and working together be too much? Were they moving too fast? Making a mistake?

“Babe?” Hizashi called again, waving a hand in front of her face.

Teris blinked. Her worried thoughts dispersed.

“Sorry. I just...”

“Got caught up in the hotness that is your smokin’ boyfriend.” Hizashi played.

“Sure.” Teris huffed with a smile. “That’s it.”

Hizashi pulled her to her feet. “Give us a kiss, Love.”

“Zashi, I--”

“We’ll get to it, Babe. I’m paying Shou and Tensei in food and drink. Trust me, they’ll stick around till we got you packed up.”

Stepping closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “If you say so.”

“Hey. None of that now. We came to work.” Tensei’s voice said from the door.

“Aw. They’re cute, Iida. Let them be.” Nemuri cooed.

“They’re moving in together. They can do all that stuff later.” Tensei said.

“Where’s Aizawa?” Hizashi questioned, reluctantly letting Teris go.

“Were else? Downstairs charming some cat he saw.” Nemuri rolled her eyes.

“The tabby or orange and white one?” Teris wondered in interest.

“What is it about you and Shouta with felines? I swear you two were made for each other.”

Hizashi frowned at Nemuri's comment.

Shouta entered with a frown of his own. He had only heard the tail end of Nemuri's last sentence and thought she had been talking about Hizashi and Teris.

His tired eyes panned the living space. “You’re not ready.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Teris apologized.

“No worries.” Tensei said, stepping forward. “We’ll help you.”

“It’s what we’re here for.” Nemuri chimed in.

With the added help they made short work of packing. With all but a few dishes and the small catch-all closet left, the guys began hauling boxes out while Nemuri finished packing the kitchen stuff.

Shouta entered the apartment to pick up another load when he noticed Teris struggling to reach an item on the top shelf.

“Need help?” He asked stepping over to her.

“It’s just—been pushed—back.” Teris said, stretching to her tiptoes.

Her fingertips brushed the box but only succeeded in pushing it further back. Sighing, she stood back and scowled up at the shelf.

“Ready to admit defeat?” Shouta asked.

Amused as he was, he stared at her with his usual deadpanned expression.

“Never. But, I am willing to admit I could use some help.”

Shouta smirked and stepped to the closet. “Stand aside, shorty.”

“Shorty!” Teris complained, watching him easily reach up to the top shelf.

Shouta wrapped his hand around what felt like a shoe box and pulled it down.

A small plushie fell to the ground, landing next to his feet.

Teris’ eyes widened.

She rushed to grab the stuffed toy but Shouta bent down apologizing.

“Sorry.” He said, squatting. “It must’ve been on top--”

Shouta blinked at the face of the little stuffed person.

It was him. Well, Eraserhead.

It disappeared, Teris snatching it up and pressing it to her chest.

Shouta's eyes lifted to her.

“It—it was a gift from Nemuri.” Teris explained, her face beet red.

Barely able to breath, all Shouta could do was stare.

She had a small plushie of him-- of Eraserhead. Did she have one of Present Mic too? Why would Nemuri get her such a thing? Where would Nemuri get her such a thing?

“I had it made.” Nemuri said, as if reading his thoughts. She turned to Teris. “What was it doing up there? It sat on your desk for literally years. Did you hide it when you and Yamada started dating? Think that he would rightfully be jealous?”

“Nemuri!” Teris squeaked.

“Jealous of what?” Hizashi asked, entering with Tensei on his heels.

Teris gave her friend a pleading look.

“Her vibrator.” Nemuri lied easily.

Tensei choked on his drink of water.

Teris’ face felt so hot it could probably fry an egg.

“Why would I be jealous of her vibrator? I’m her vibrator. Aren’t I, Babe.” Hizashi stuck out his tongue and vibrated it at her favorite frequency.

“I’m getting some air.” Tensei announced doing an about face.

“Hey, Shou! Quit slacking off and come help me with this big box of books.” Hizashi called.

Teris gulped when Shouta didn’t move right away.

Slowly, Shouta pushed the shoe box closer to her and got to his feet.

Teris exhaled in relief.

Lifting the lid of the shoe box, she hurriedly put the Eraserhead plushie in it and taped it shut.

Yes. Teris’ pet name for Shouta is Raven. I have this scene of how the name came to be but doubt it’ll ever fit into the story. Anyway, in the shared dream Shouta says that he’d never lie to her; but Teris still thinks he hasn’t found her out in the real world. Curious, isn’t it.

Another curiosity, the Strategics Instructor’s sudden death. Teris sure was lucky that a position opened up for her.

And who here wonders why Nemuri added excess alcohol to Hizashi's drink only to feel bad for Shouta when she knows drunk Hizashi gets handsy? Or why she got Teris an Eraserhead plushie and made sure that Shouta was aware Teris had kept it on her desk?

Lastly, who would've thought Shouta was such a naughty boy? Listening in on Hizashi and Teris, and taking care of himself.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a VERY special thank you to those who have left comments. They really mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship. This fic was my personal guilty pleasure, and without them never be getting posted.

#bnha #aizawa shouta #hizashi yamada #yandere hizashi #nemuri kayama #my hero academia #fanfic

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crimsintea · 5 years ago

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WS: Heartstrings I.

A/N: Hey guys, yes I'm back! I changed my @ from thextrasuga to crimsintea and I am doing lots of editing with my WS series. Heres the Edited version of Heartstrings 2019!

PS: I update my IG faster so follow me @ crimsintea.

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x OC.

Words: 1, 429

Genre: Romance. Supernatural.

Type: Wolf AU.

Status: Completed.

Chapters: One | Next

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Hyeri

Snow covered ground and the sounds of animals.

"You have definitely done it this time Nam Hye Ri! You idiot.." The girl muttered to herself as she rubbed her gloved hands over the white fur coat that hung around her body.

Three days prior to the current day, the girl's father had told her to stop burying herself behind books and to go out and have fun. But instead, she had asked if she could stay at their cabin deep within the forest. Her father of course agreed, but then she begged him to let her travel alone with no guards.

She had enjoyed the snow for the past two days after arriving to her family's cabin. But earlier during the current day, she had decided to venture past the from gates that surrounded her family's cabin.

So now, here she was. Lost, alone, and very hungry.

"Ugh! Which way did I come from?" She muttered to herself as she glanced around. "Maybe I came from north.." She muttered as she glanced upwards where the hill steepened and lead to who knows where.

She was probably miles away from the cabin. And what was worse was that she hardly been to the cabin during most parts of her life or explored the hills that she was currently roaming around on.

The chance of her being found before she was frozen to a popsicle or mauled to death by some animal, was a high chance and she knew that. But she was lost and had no choice but to continue forward.

"Please let it be this way.." She muttered just as she reached the top but just as her foot moved to to step down, she went tumbling down the hill.

~~~~~🐺~~~~~

Chanyeol

"Race you guys to the north borderline!" Tao shouted and then Suho nodded. "One." Suho started the countdown and all twelve boys got ready to run. "Two." Suho teased, taking a while longer to get their excitement more high than it already was. "Go!" Suho shouted and all of them took off in a sprint to the borderline.

Chanyeol ran past Kyungsoo and Sehun as they got closer to the borders but then skidded to a stop as he saw Lay gasp, and they all made a sharp turn left, following their pack's doctor. Less than a moment later, Chanyeol stopped and stared as they all were gathered around something.

"Move out of the way! We have to get her to the pack house!" Lay shouted to the others and they quickly broke apart. When they did Chanyeol noticed a pale looking girl in his friend's arms. Her scent was driving him towards Lay and he stopped when the two reached each other.

Chanyeol felt the pull towards her and he couldn't help but quickly check her over. Her forehead had a scratch close to her right temple and it had dried up blood. He than glanced at her wrist and hand that wasn't covered by her fur coat and noticed there were miner scratches.

"Chanyeol, please move!" Lay hurriedly said but Chanyeol growled at his friend. To be more exact, his wolf pushed forward and growled. "I'll take her. Our cabin is closer than the pack house, just don't fall behind." Chanyeol growled at him and took her from his friend and into his own arms.

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Hyeri

"That was my own, you stupid kid!" Someone shouted. "You weren't eating it!" Someone else shouted back. "Hey! I found that red color pencil I have been searching for!" Someone shouted and Hyeri heard faint movement.

"Oh, hey! I think Sleeping Beauty is waking up!" A gentle voice shouted and then all at once there was feet running against the floor..

Wooden.. Just like the cabin.. Oh great.. Instead of being eaten or frozen to death, I have been taken and they will keep me forever and- She was thinking to herself when someone spoke up from somewhere beside her.

"She's so pretty!" The voice that sounded like the one who spoke of the color pencil, shouted but was shushed by the others. "Should we wake Chanyeol?" Someone asked but someone scoffed.

"Don't bother, that jerk doesn't even come to check on her! He probably wants to get rid of her quickly!" The person muttered. And for a strange reason, the name and knowing that the 'Chanyeol' guy wanted to 'get rid of' her made Hyeri feel hurt and unwanted.

"Wah~ Even when her face scrunches she is so cute!" Someone said. Hyeri took this moment to slowly open her eyes, only to wish that she hadn't. When her vision had cleared up she saw a bunch of boys staring down at her.

Her thought than ran miles per second, thinking they were all handsome, while and she probably looked like a mess. What even happened! I know that I fell.. She gasped as she remembered what had happened and tried to sit up.

"Don't get up too fast, you broke a few ribs when you fell." So that's who the gentle voice belonged to. He smiled and I just blinked. He was handsome, his hair was colored black, his eyes were brown, and he had the deepest dimples.

"Hello!" Hyeri's eyes shot to her left where a guy kept smiling. He sounded like Color Pencil guy. "Don't worry, you're safe and in our cabin out here in the forest." He tells Hyeri and her eyes went wide.

The guy beside him, who had blond hair, rolled his eyes and shoved Color Pencil guy away by his face. "That didn't sound creepy at all!" The guy muttered and then smiled at me. "Ignore Tao, he's weird." He tells me just before backing away and started arguing with Color Pencil guy as they left the room.

Dimple guy sighed and signaled his friends to back up, which they quickly did and Hyeri slowly sat up. Hyeri stayed quiet as she looked at the group and took their features in. In the end, her mind had come to the conclusion that she was safe with these boys..

"Hey!" Color Pencil guy ran in with a plate of food in his hands. "Chanyeol cooked!" He shouted as if it was the biggest news. "He was in MY kitchen?! He could have burned the house down!" A short guy with cute big eyes shouted then rushed out of the room. Color Pencil guy peeked out the door and chuckled then looked back to the others and came to sit beside Hyeri.

"I'm Tao! Here, brought you food. Hyung said it already cooled off, so I grabbed the plate before he could tell me to wait for the others!" Tao said with a smile..

No one whom I didn't know had ever treated me like this, unless appa paid them.. Hyeri thought to herself and couldn't help the blush that painted her cheeks.

"Thank you.." She muttered and Tae nodded. "Tao, look after her while we grab our food, we'll send Kyungsoo to give you your food." Dimples tells him and he nodded ecstatically.

~~~~~🐺~~~~~

Chanyeol

"She's so quiet." Chanyeol heard Chen say to the others. "I wonder how long she was out there.. How could we have not sensed her on our territory?" Kai questioned as they entered and started grabbing their plates.

Chanyeol sat at the table in silence and glared at them as they carried on in getting their lunch. "Stop glaring." Kyungsoo told him Chanyeol turned his glare towards him.

"Chanyeol, stop." Kyungsoo tells his friend then set his fork down and sighed. "You didn't want to take care of her until she woke, so don't get angry at us for trying to help your mate." Kyungsoo tells Chanyeol, who growled at him.

"Kyungsoo," Suho spoke up as he walked over to the table and held a plate out. "Can you take this to Tao, he gave his first plate to the girl.." Suho asked and Kyungsoo nodded as he lifted his own plate.

"And can you just help him in the infirmary room?" Kyungsoo nodded again and left as Suho took his place followed by the others.

"Stop being that way... Not everyone is like the person who should not be named. She looks like a nice girl." Luhan said then shoved a spoon full of fried rice into his mouth.

"Yeah, unlike the person who should not be named, she is more quiet and has a calm vibe. I like her." Kris stated as he grabbed a glass cup and filled it with water then left the room.

#exo #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic #chanyeol #chanyeol fanfic #exo park chanyeol #exo chanyeol #chanyeol smut #wolf au #chanyeol wolf #wolf chanyeol #wsh #ws:h #ws: heartstrings

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theartofbeinganerd · 7 years ago

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Okay, yes, I know this is about a hundred years late, but I have been Busy, so here it finally is, Chapter Five.

Also, check out this amazing edit @ughfitz made for this fic for my birthday!!

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Moving about her bedroom while she gathered her clothes and got dressed for the day, Jemma’s head was already fully focused on work, and the new project that they’d be starting in the lab that day. Mentally going over the schedule that she’d drawn up for the next couple of weeks once more, the very last thing that she was paying attention to was her shirt as she pulled it on and began doing up the buttons.

But, she stopped abruptly, all thoughts of the lab disappearing, when she had to struggle to get the two sides of the shirt to meet over her midsection.

For a moment, she gazed blankly down her body at the stretched material, but then she blinked and glanced up to catch her reflection in her nearby mirror, turning so that she was in profile. And, sure enough, there it was, right there in front of her.

Jemma’s stomach now had a little, barely there curve to it.

Her breath catching slightly in her throat, she stared at her reflection wordlessly and slowly lifted a hand to press against it, her fingertips lightly trailing over the skin. She was a biologist, of course, and she’d also seen the ultrasound herself, so she knew, logically, that there was a fetus growing inside of her.

But, to see the physical evidence of her body shifting and changing, making room for the baby that she and Fitz had created to grow inside of her…it struck her absolutely breathless.

Then, just as abruptly as the realization and subsequent amazement at the discovery of her baby bump had hit her, the joy of it came crashing down around her when it occurred to her that she couldn’t just call for Fitz to come into the room with her, she couldn’t show him her new little bump, and she couldn’t take his hand in hers and press it against belly as they shared this moment with each other.

In the mirror, she could see the smiling melting off of her face before she sharply turned away from it and stepped over to her closet to pick a different shirt, one that wouldn’t put her stomach on display quite so much.

Of course, Jemma had known ever since that first positive pregnancy test just how difficult it was going to be without Fitz physically there with her throughout the pregnancy, but it was only now that she was truly beginning to feel it – and she was still just at the beginning of her second trimester.

However, she didn’t have time to wallow in it, so she swallowed back the sudden wave of loneliness and tugged a looser shirt over her head. On her way out of her bedroom, she darted one last look in the mirror to make sure that her tiny bump wasn’t visible, then grabbed her phone off of her dresser.

As she stepped out into the hall and toward the living room, she distracted herself by checking her messages, and grimaced at the realization that she’d missed several more calls from her mother. Tucking the phone into the pocket of her jeans, she finally came to the resolution that she’d call her mother today, and just tell her about the pregnancy already.

Upon entering the living room a moment later, Jemma found Daisy sprawled on the couch, watching the morning news and eating a bowl of what was no doubt sugary cereal. “Hey!” she greeted around a mouthful of it, milk dribbling down her chin as she offered her a guilty little grin.

Rolling her eyes fondly at her friend, Jemma handed her a napkin from the little pile on their coffee table and replied, “Good morning, Daisy.” For a moment, she considered telling her about the baby bump, but it simply didn’t feel right – and, well, she wasn’t even sure that she was excited to share the news with anyone anymore.

So, when Daisy asked after a moment, “So, how goes the tiny-person-growing?”, Jemma simply ignored the opportunity.

Instead, she told her, “I’m actually craving ice cream right about now. Do we still have some Ben & Jerry’s?”

“We should – if you haven’t eaten it all,” Daisy teased, adding after a moment, “but man, I wished I’d known that you’d be craving it; I’d so rather have had ice cream for breakfast.”

With another little roll of her eyes and heading to the kitchen, Jemma called over her shoulder, “Finish your cereal, and maybe I’ll grab an extra spoon!”

And, without missing a beat, Daisy shot back, “Yes Mom!”

Later that day, while Jemma was on her break, she stepped out onto the little patio behind the lab and into the late summer heat, perching at a picnic table and finally dialing her mother’s number. As it began to ring, she anxiously tapped her fingertips on her knee, attempting to find the right way to tell her mother that now she wasn’t just getting married to a man that she’d been romantically involved with for twenty-four hours, but she was also carrying his child.

And, well, much like it had all day long while she’d been going over and over possible ways to word the confession, she came up completely empty.

But, then she was suddenly out of time, as the call was picked up, and her mother answered, “Hello?”

“Hi, Mum,” Jemma greeted, crossing one leg over the other, only to uncross them just a moment later.

There was a pause, then her mother said, “Now, who is this? Because it couldn’t possibly be my daughter – she’s far too busy to talk to her poor old mum.”

Giving a little roll of her eyes at her mother’s theatrics, she told her, “Mum, I’m sorry, I’ve just been rather busy lately.”

“Yes, I know,” her mother assured her, seemingly finished teasing Jemma, “you are planning a wedding, after all.”

A bit surprised at the words, Jemma’s eyebrows rose on her forehead and she sucked in a short breath. Amazingly, she’d all-but forgotten about having to plan the wedding in the wake of finding out that she was pregnant; of course she remembered that she was going to marry Fitz, but the how had easily slipped her mind as she focused instead on doctor’s appointments and reading up on pregnancy and child-rearing.

“Oh, well, yes,” Jemma responded, making a bit of a face as she tilted her head back and forth, trying to figure out how to ease the fact that she hadn’t been planning a wedding because she was instead planning for a baby in a handful of months into the conversation. “About that –”

“Have you and Fitz talked at all about venues?” her mother asked, not giving Jemma an opportunity to reply before she went on, “You know you have to reserve them well in advance – are you still planning to have the wedding as soon as Fitz comes home?”

“Ah, yes, I suppose so. We…we haven’t really talked about venues though, no.”

She could hear the frown in her mother’s voice as she questioned, “Well, have you begun picking out the wedding party? Or looked at any dresses? You must at least have an idea of the style you’d like. Oh, perhaps I’ll take a trip out there when you do end up going dress shopping; I always imagined being there, you know.”

“Um, sure, that’d be great, Mum,” Jemma replied, lifting a hand to her forehead and briefly closing her eyes. “I…well, I’m probably going to ask my friend Daisy to be my maid of honor, but…no, we haven’t… I’ve just been busy, Mum, and with Fitz at the Space Station…”

“Yes, I know, but goodness dear, where has your head been lately?” her mother asked, concern and confusion both obvious in her voice. “You were so excited about the wedding when you first told us about it.” She paused, then seemed to have the sudden impression that it was all due to Jemma having second thoughts about getting married, as she started consolingly, “You know sweetheart, sometimes we make these snap decisions, but once we have the time to give them some thought, we realize that we aren’t so sure and it doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Startled, Jemma tried to interrupt, “Mum, no,” but her mother seemed to be on a roll, continuing right on as though she hadn’t said anything.

“Perhaps it was your friendship with Fitz that clouded your mind; you two used to be so close, and you may have just wanted to feel that closeness again somehow. I mean, he was going off to space, and a marriage would be a good way to keep him close –”

“Oh my god, Mum!” Jemma groaned, unable to believe that this was happening. Finally, when she couldn’t take it any longer, she interrupted loudly, “Mum! Stop – I’m pregnant!”

It worked, of course. Perhaps a little too well.

Her mother stopped talking immediately, going completely silent on the other line. Jemma waited and waited, giving her some time to digest the news, but when a full two minutes had gone by, she prompted with a little wince, “…Mum?”

There was another beat of silence, then her mother whispered, “Oh my…” She took a breath, then tried again, “Jemma, darling, are you sure?”

Jemma arched an eyebrow and glanced down at her stomach, absently cupping her new bump with her free hand. “Yes, I’m quite sure. I’ve had an ultrasound – I can send you a copy of that, if you’d like.”

Going silent again for another beat, her mother then questioned lowly, worriedly, “Is that why you’re not focusing on the wedding?” Then, her voice dropped even lower, to a whisper once more, as she asked, “How did Fitz take it?”

For a moment, Jemma didn’t understand quite why her mother’s voice had taken on the tone that it had, almost as though…

Oh.

“Mum, oh my god!” Jemma cried, her eyes growing wide as she hastily shook her head, even though her mother couldn’t see it. “I haven’t – the baby is Fitz’s!”

At that, her mother breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Oh good, that’s…I’m glad. I didn’t mean to imply – but he’s been gone a couple of months now, you know, so I assumed –” She cut herself off, then asked quickly, “Wait a moment, how pregnant are you, Jemma?”

Squeezing her eyes closed and biting her lip, she hastened to explain, “Well, I’m thirteen weeks, and I know – I know – that I should’ve told you and Dad sooner, but I couldn’t quite figure out the right way to do it, so…I’m sorry.” She let out a long breath then, waiting for her mother’s reply.

It took a moment, but then she said, “Oh, don’t apologize sweetheart, I understand. I’m just glad that you told me now.” She let out a soft, amazed little breath, adding, “My goodness, a baby. It’s wonderful, dear, congratulations.”

“Thank you, Mum,” Jemma murmured, letting out a quiet breath of relief. “You…you can tell Dad, if you’d like, but…well, I think I should be the one to tell the rest of the family, if that’s alright?” Then, she could put it off a bit longer before she started getting calls from concerned aunts and uncles and cousins, all wondering what she was thinking.

“Well of course, Jemma. Though, you should expect a call from your father any day now, then.”

“I know,” Jemma assured her with a laugh. She threw a quick glance at her watch then, and told her mother, “Mum, I’ve got to get back to work in a few minutes, but…I’ll talk to you soon, alright?”

“You’d better,” her mother replied, and though the stern tone of her voice was mostly teasing, Jemma knew that she was serious.

“I will,” Jemma promised, adding, “Love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, darling – and send me that ultrasound photo soon!”

With another little laugh, Jemma repeated, “I will,” then hung up the phone, standing from the picnic table and sliding her phone back into her pocket. As she began to head back into the building, she felt a measure of relief, and thought to herself that that hadn’t been so bad. And, she was definitely glad that her mother knew now; if she ever had any questions or advice or simply needed to talk, it was good to know that she could just ring her mother.

Now, the only thing left to do was tell the rest of her family.

…Perhaps she’d just send out an email.

That night, Daisy had gone out with a few of her friends from work, which left Jemma in the flat by herself; they’d asked her to come along, of course, but not only was she tired from well, just being pregnant in general, but she was also expecting a call from Fitz.

So, she was perched on their couch with her laptop on her lap and yet another half-empty carton of ice cream in hand when Fitz’s face filled her screen, right on time. “Hi,” she greeted warmly around the spoonful of chocolate chip cookie dough.

“Oh come on now, that’s not fair – you can’t eat ice cream in front of me!” Fitz complained, making a face at her and folding his arms over his chest.

Raising her eyebrows challengingly, Jemma then took a large bite of the ice cream pointedly, waiting until she’d swallowed to shoot back, “Why? It’s because of you that I’m craving this stuff; all I’ve wanted for weeks is sugar. I actually stopped on my way home from work today to buy cupcakes from a bakery – and then I ate them all!”

Fitz grinned unrepentantly at the story, replying teasingly, “Don’t sound so upset about it; you’re living the dream, Jem.”

Narrowing her eyes, she questioned curiously, “So, what do you miss more, then: junk food or me?”

He made a show of thinking it over, tapping his chin with his index finger and humming loudly in consideration, “Hmmm,” but when she cried out his name around a laugh, another grin slipped through and he replied, “You, of course. And you know that means I really love you, because I sure do love junk food.” He paused, then asked, “So, how was your day?”

“Well, I finally told my mum about the baby,” she admitted.

Fitz raised his eyebrows in surprise, asking, “Yeah? How did that go?”

Jemma almost told him that her mother’s first thought was that she was pregnant with another man’s child, but then thought better of it and simply replied, “Pretty well; better than I expected, actually, once she got over the shock.”

“That’s good,” he commented, nodding and smiling supportively. “I know you’ve wanted to tell her for awhile now.”

“Yes,” Jemma agreed with a little smile of her own. “I’m really glad that I did.” Just as she was about to move on and tell him about how things had gone at work, she remembered that morning, and felt the same flutter of excitement that she had at the first realization. Even though it wouldn’t be perfect or exactly how she’d imagined it, she knew then that she wanted to share it with him, so she told him, “I’ve got to show you something.”

“Sure,” he agreed easily.

She placed her laptop and the carton of ice cream on the coffee table, then stood, briefly readjusting the screen so that he could still see her. Then, she grasped the hem of her t-shirt in her hands.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” Fitz started, his eyes growing wide as he shot a worried glance over his shoulder, “I’m not alone, Jemma.”

Rolling her eyes fiercely, she didn’t bother to respond verbally and instead just lifted her shirt until her stomach had been exposed, turning to the side.

He was quiet for a lengthy moment, and his expression hadn’t changed even slightly, so she finally had to prompt, “Fitz? Do…do you see it?” And then, just in case he didn’t, she lifted her free hand to stroke over the little bump with her palm, then traced the shape of it with her fingertips.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, a reverence in his tone that had a delicate little shudder rolling down her spine. Though his eyes were still wide, she could see now that he was gazing at her stomach with something like awe, as though he couldn’t quite wrap that brilliant mind of his around what he was seeing.

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” she murmured, tearing her gaze from Fitz’s face to look down at the bump herself, thinking of their baby growing right there inside of her, just beneath her fingers.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I…I dunno why, but…it’s really hitting me right now that you’re…you’re having my baby.” Then he gave a short, breathy little laugh and shook his head. “Holy shit, Jemma Simmons is having my baby.”

Giving a laugh of her own, Jemma dropped her shirt back into place and retook her seat, tugging the laptop back onto her lap. “Yes, I am – who would’ve thought?”

Fitz scoffed at that. “Oh, just about everyone we went to school with; no one believed us when we said that we weren’t together.”

“Well, perhaps that was because you were apparently always gazing at me like some lovesick puppy. And don’t even bother to deny it – I’ve been looking back at our old pictures, and it’s so obvious now.” Giving a little shake of her head at herself, she added, “I can’t quite believe how blind I was to it back then.”

He grimaced a bit, and she could tell even through the camera that he was flushing with embarrassment. “Ah, alright, guilty as charged. But, y’know, in your defense, you weren’t supposed to see it, so.”

Jemma pursed her lips at that, then said decisively, “Well, I’m just glad that I see it now.” For a moment, she thought back to Fitz’s love confession, which truthfully felt as though it had happened ages ago now even though it’d just been a handful of months. The memory had warmth filling her and her heart feeling as though it was too full to be contained within her chest any longer. But, it also reminded her of their engagement, and her mother asking about their wedding plans earlier. “You know, we should probably get started on making decisions for the wedding soon.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Fitz said, his eyebrows rising, and it was clear that it had slipped in his mind too with the baby taking up the majority of their thoughts. “Well…what do we decide first, then?”

She mulled it over for a moment, then gave an embarrassed little laugh and admitted, “We should probably choose a date before we make any other decisions, shouldn’t we?”

He grimaced slightly, chuckling as he agreed, “Yeah, probably.” He was quiet a moment, then told her, “I know we talked about getting married as soon as I got back, but what with the baby now…I’ll leave it up to you if you wanna have the wedding before or after they’re born.”

Jemma gave it a moment of thought, but it wasn’t long before she replied, “I have to admit, it does seem more practical to have the wedding after; things before will be a little hectic, no doubt.”

“Alright,” he agreed easily. “Any ideas, then?”

“My due date is February 5th,” she reminded him absently as she picked up her phone from where it had been lying on the couch beside her, pulling up her calendar on it and scrolling through the months to February of the following year. “We should leave a bit of time between the birth and the wedding, and Saturdays are always better for weddings, so…” Stopping on March, she scanned the days available, then offered, “Alright, how does March 10th sound?”

“Like the perfect day to marry you,” Fitz answered, his voice soft.

Jemma glanced up from her phone to meet his warm, loving gaze, and felt her stomach swoop with absolute love and adoration for him. “Yes, it does,” she agreed in a slightly breathless murmur. “So…it’s a date, then.”

“It’s a date.”

And to herself, Jemma couldn’t help but think, March tenth…that’s the day that I’m going to marry best friend, and it had her heart beating just a little bit quicker in her chest.

#shayna writes #fsfic #fitzsimmons #these stars will guide us home #astronaut au #chapter five #pregnancy fic #i can't even believe i haven't updated this in over two weeks #yikes #but in my defense #Life

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adrinette-forever · 7 years ago

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Fact-checking for Dummies (Superhero Edition)

{Ao3 Link}

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

Summary: Ladybug discovers the true identity of HawkMoth: none other than her school crush, Adrien Agreste.

Chapter 4

When the school day finally started, Adrien could still feel Marinette’s burning gaze on the back of his neck. He did his best to ignore it as Mme Bustier gave the day’s lesson, instead focusing on the finer points of his “Confess True Love to Marinette” masterplan.

So far, the plan:

Arrive on her balcony, suited up as Chat Noir and injured somehow (so she couldn’t turn him down), and then at some point, gaze deeply into her perfect blue eyes and say, “Marinette. Ladybug. My name is Adrien Agreste, and I’m in love with you.”

Scratch that. Too dramatic. It could freak her out.

The plan v2:

Wait for the next akuma to arrive, “happen” to transform near Marinette and have her catch him in the act. During the battle, wink and flirt as if he didn’t know. After the battle, find Marinette, give her the smolder, gaze deeply into her perfect, perfect blue eyes and say, “Marinette. Ladybug. My name is Adrien Agreste, and I’m in love with you.”

Not that either. Too close to the original, and also it didn’t make sense. Why pretend not to notice only to confess immediately after the battle?

Something was still off.

Adrien turned the plan through his head, scrunching his face as he thought. The realization hit him like a large wheel of Camembert. He had the words wrong.

The plan v2.1:

The same, except, “Marinette. Ladybug. My name is Adrien Agreste, and I’m paw-sitively in love with you.”

A grin broke his face. Purr-fect. Adrien sat up straighter in his chair, feeling like he had control over the situation for the first time in 12 hours.

“If there aren’t any questions, it’s time to split you all into your pairs,” Mme Bustier was saying as Adrien mentally returned to the classroom.

Adrien glanced at Nino, who grinned and gave a thumbs up.

“But before you start teaming up with your friends,” she went on, “I want to do something a little different this time. First and third row, turn around. You’ll be paired with the person sitting behind you.”

Collective groans went up around the classroom. Adrien came very close to dying, because he didn’t have to look to know who sat behind him.

Chloe shot to her feet. “Madame Bustier! This is ri-dic-u-lous ! Absolutely ridiculous! We aren’t children anymore; surely we can pick our own pairs!”

Adrien felt a surge of hope. If Chloe pulled out the do-you-know-who-my-father -is card, he might be saved. He’d even pair with Chloe if he had to. Anything was better than Marinette, because he wouldn’t last a single moment without making an idiot out of himself. He hadn’t even had time to practice in the mirror!

But Mme Bustier only gave her a gentle yet somehow victorious smile. “I’ve already spoken to your father about this, Chloe. It’s good to work with other students to practice your people skills and make new friends.”

Chloe growled, but sat down and turned around to glare at poor Mylene, as if it were somehow her fault. And that was that. Adrien's one chance at happiness, gone.

Beside him, Nino spun around to grin up at Alya. He either didn’t notice or chose to ignore Adrien’s pleading kitten eyes.

“I’ll give you the rest of the class period to start on your project,” Mme Bustier announced. Her purse was already slung over her shoulder, no doubt eager to take mid-morning coffee break. “You’re free to stay here at the desks, or leave the classroom and work on the project elsewhere.”

With a wave of farewell, Mme Bustier left. Some students were packing up their things too, planning to take Mme Bustier up on her offer to study somewhere else.

Adrien still hadn’t turned around.

Maybe he could fake sick? Fake dead?

“Adrien?” Marinette’s voice said behind him, her voice suspiciously sweet. The classroom was almost empty, but a few pairs had stayed behind to work side by side at the desks.

Swallowing, Adrien slowly spun in his seat to face her. She wore that confident, knowing Ladybug smile, with a intense I’ve got you now look that was locked on him--as if there was nothing else in the room but him, and her. Prey, and predator.

How had he not really noticed her before? He’d seen her turn this exact glare on Chloe all the time, unflinchingly standing up to injustice just as she did in the suit.

He briefly imagined her pushing him against the wall with that look before kissing him silly. Even sitting down, his knees went weak and he had to swallow to find his voice.

“Wow, Marinette. I’m so happy we’re paired together. I mean, I love youuuuuur work, your classwork, you know, so I know you’ll be a great partner… in crime,” he added impulsively, winking and shooting a finger gun at her.

Her eyes narrowed.

“I mean, not in crime! We’re not criminals. I’m not a criminal, that’s for sure.”

One eyebrow arched in a clear challenge: oh really?

But out loud, she said, “Why don’t we go to the library to work on the project?”

“Maybe the park instead?” Adrien offered. “For some fresh air?”

His voice sounded very small, and he almost couldn’t believe he had dared challenge this wonderful and talented human being. But the library was too obvious. There’d be too many students there, too many witnesses for what he had to confess.

“Fine. Let’s go and settle this.”

Adrien swallowed, wishing he could take it back. Maybe he’d be a bit safer with a few witnesses, after all.

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#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml fanfiction #ml fanfics #ml fanfic #adrinette #adrienette #ladynoir #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Ladybug #Chat Noir

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tales-of-a-fallen-star · 7 years ago

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 1

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Drama Pairings: Ignis Scientia/ Original Female Character Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Cassidy Eira Notitia Words: 2676 Read it on AO3 here

(A/N): GUYS, I FINALLY MADE IT! I’ve finally written down the first chapter of this story (only took me about 5 weeks, lol.) For real though, I’m so glad that I was finally able to put this, somewhat to my liking, into words and that I can finally share Cassidy’s journey with you. I can only hope that you will love her just as much as I do.

Finally I want to thank @ffxvhoe not only for editing and reading this chapter, but also for giving me the last push of motivation to finally put this into words by creating this awesome moodboard for Cassidy and also for inspiring me with all her amazing writing. I also want to thank all the other amazingly talented writers in this fandom who inspire me on a daily basis, @atarostarling, @ka-za-ri , @alicemoonwonderland and @antiloquist, just to name a few. Anyway, enough talk, let’s get started!

The sun was just about to rise when Ignis left their hotel room at Galdin Quay. He played with the thought of waking up his companions but decided against it. Instead, he took a little stroll down the beach so he could have some time for himself and appreciate the beautiful landscape around him to its fullest.

As he walked over the wooden bridge, which lead to the parking lot where they left the Regalia, he stretched his arms ever so slightly. He let his gaze wander over the ocean beside him, the last few glowing barrel fish slowly floating around in it. He inhaled the sea breeze and closed his eyes for a moment to listen carefully to the sounds around him.There was the sound of the waves closing in on the shore, the wind blowing over the sea and the land, the calls of a few sea gulls flying not too far away.

Ignis walked down the beach and watched the sun rise in the sky, painting it in hues of pinks and yellows. A brief glance at his wristwatch told Ignis that it was time to return to the room. On his way back he made a quick stop at the little shop beside the parking lot to retrieve the morning newspaper. The calm and peaceful morning took a drastic turn as he read the headline.

“INSOMNIA FALLS”

Ignis’s eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at all the other newspapers but they all said the same. His mind began to race. How could this be? How did this happen? The questions raced through his mind with lightning speed. To stop himself from making any premature assumptions he began to read the article, but it did nothing to soothe his mind. He couldn’t help the tears that began to well up his eyes nor could he control the slight shaking of his hands.

In a matter of moments everything and everyone Ignis knew seemed to have perished. His home city, his King, his uncle, all the remaining family he had, his…

Ignis closed his eyes at the thought, causing the tears in his eyes to silently roll down his face. It took him some time to calm down again, to regain his composure. He had to deliver the dreadful news to Noctis and the others, a task that did not come easily to him, but he had no other choice. With slow and careful steps he made his way back to the resort, the stewards at the entrance greeting him with a cheerful “Welcome to Galdin Quay!” He was barely clear-headed enough to return their gesture with a brief nod of his head.

With a heavy heart Ignis stood in front of the door to their room. In his mind he went through all the possible things he could say, how he could explain to Noctis that his father is no longer among them and that the Empire betrayed them, all of them - the entire kingdom. Ignis collected himself once more before opening the door. His gaze immediately turned in Noctis’s direction, who by the looks of it had just woken up.

“What’s that look for?” the young prince enquired casually and Ignis just dropped his head a bit and averted his gaze. Ignis thought it best to just get it out as soon as possible.

“It’s in all the papers.” He mumbled while handing the newspaper in his hand over to Gladio.

“What is?” Noctis asked, curiosity as well as a hint of panic lacing his voice at Ignis’s tone.

Prompto leaned over Gladio’s shoulder to look at the newspaper.

“Insomnia…falls?”

“What? This your idea of a joke?” the young prince snapped.

“I need you to calm down so I can explain-” Ignis began but Noctis approached him quickly, the rage clearly visible on his face.

“I’m as calm as I’m gonna get!”

“There was an attack. The imperial army has taken the Crown City,” Ignis stated trying to hide the sorrow that creeped up into his tone. He couldn’t even look into Noctis’s eyes.

“As treaty room tempers flared, blasts lit the night sky. When the smoke about the Citadel had cleared, the King was found…dead,” Gladio began to read aloud. “The floor of the treaty room was covered with the corpses of the King’s most trusted advisers and counsellors, along with most of their families who attended the signing ceremony.”

“No, wait, hold on-“ Noctis began to stammer but Ignis interfered.

“We had no way of knowing.”

“What? Knowing what?”

“That the signing was last night, that Insomnia-” Ignis began to say but this time Noctis was the one to interrupt him.

“But the wedding - Altissia!”

“I know ! That was the plan, yet the reports of the invasion are all the same. How could every headline in the kingdom be wrong?” Ignis lowered his gaze to the floor once more, desperately trying to hold back his tears so as to not break in front of his friends. He wanted to cling to the hope that all of this was a ruse but his mind was too rational to let that happen.

For a moment none of them said a word. They all needed to comprehend the shocking news. But then realisation sank into Prompto’s mind.

“Wait… the counsellors and their families? Does that mean that Cassidy…?” Prompto began but as he saw the sorrow in Ignis’s posture; how he clenched his fists and how his face contorted into a deep frown. The blonde did not dare to finish that sentence.

“I… don’t know. I tried to call her but to no avail.” Ignis tried to state it as neutrally as he could but his unspoken thoughts hang in the room and their weight dragged all of them down further. Noctis looked at his advisor and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest for snapping at Ignis earlier. The young prince put a hand on Ignis’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, earning him a sad smile.

“What else do we know?” Gladio enquired but all Ignis could respond with was a slight shake of his head.

“Well, then we can’t be sure until we see it with our own eyes,” Gladio stated matter-of-factly, though in truth he wanted - he needed - the confirmation that all of this was false. If the King truly was dead then so was Gladio’s father, Clarus Amicitia, the King’s Shield.

“Then that means we’re going back to Insomnia?” Prompto asked carefully.

“Might not be safe for us there,” Ignis chided.

Prompto was quick to retort: “Might not be safe for us here!” and even Ignis couldn’t deny that argument. They all - especially Noctis - contemplated the thought of going back. They needed to know if what the article was saying really was true, but was it worth the risk of being ambushed by imperial troops?

The silence in the room grew heavier and heavier until Gladio was the one to finally break it. “Turn back?” he asked Noctis, who’d pulled himself out of his chair, determination set on his face.

“Yeah,” He answered before walking out of the room.

——- EIGHT MONTHS BEFORE THE FALL ——-

The feeling of having solid ground beneath her feet again was pure bliss. After being trapped on that ferry for far too long, and the ghastly, nauseating sea sickness which established itself in the pit of her stomach only a few minutes after they took off, Cassidy welcomed the wooden docks of Galdin Quay with open arms. She almost wanted to fall down to her knees and kiss the ground, but her composure and better judgement put a quick end to that train of thought. Instead she thanked Leviathan, the goddess of the sea, that she did not decide to let loose a devastating storm while the ferry crossed the sea between Accordo and Lucis, which had probably spared Cassidy from throwing up over the rail.

“Next time I’ll just swim from Altissia to Galdin Quay…” she thought. At least then she could enjoy a bit more of the sea. Cassidy actually quite loved it, especially the breathtaking view it offered.

It was early evening now and the sun was already drawing closer to the horizon, sheathing the land and the ocean around Cassidy in a golden hue. In front of her she saw the warm lights of the Galdin Quay resort and its famous restaurant, the Mother of Pearl, which was widely known for its exquisite cuisine, even back in Altissia. Cassidy admired the architectural structures of the building, considering she never saw something like it before as she was only used to the grand, ornamented buildings of the narrow streets of Altissia. Of course Altissia was an absolutely beautiful and stunning city, only a fool would say otherwise, but after living there for a bit more than sixteen years of her life Cassidy couldn’t help but appreciate the change of scenery.

Once all the luggage of the passengers has been loaded onto the dock, a steward of the resort approached Cassidy. He asked if Cassidy wanted to check in now, and if she needed any help with her luggage. Cassidy gratefully accepted his assistance and gave him a generous tip when they arrived at her room. Now, finally alone, she let out a relieved sigh as she fell onto the soft bed and felt the silky sheets underneath her fingers. Convinced that the hardest and most unpleasant part of her journey was behind her, Cassidy grew excited for her car drive the next morning that would take her to Insomnia. Home.

Could she really call it home, though? Of course, Cassidy was born in the Crown City of Lucis but she could hardly remember a thing about it - not even the street she used to live on. All she could remember from her life in Lucis was her childhood bedroom in the Notitia Manor. Its black and white marble walls with the swirling, golden inlays. The white, wooden floor. Her queen-sized four-poster bed with the crystal-clear skylight right above it, which let in the morning sun in just the right angle to wake her up with the rising sun. She remembered how, on occasion, her father would come into her room when she was still asleep to wake her up. “Good morning, little princess,” he would say before gently scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around the room until their laughter echoed through the entire room and the hallway outside.

Other than that, Cassidy only remembered living in Altissia together with her nanny, Athena. Oh Athena, how much it hurt Cassidy to leave her behind to go to Insomnia. Athena was the one who’d taught Cassidy everything; her manners and how to behave properly, how to bake myriads of pastries and sweets. Athena even taught Cassidy how to fight and defend herself. The kind-hearted woman always tried to teach Cassidy how to wield a variety of weapons, but Cassidy had a an affinity for bows, twin swords, and daggers. Athena lectured the young Cassidy on sharpen one’s instinct all the time and how instinct is one of the key components when it comes to fighting enemies with unknown weaknesses.

“You need to stay alert at all times. Analyse the enemy’s movements and find their weak spots. Trust me, Cassidy, your instincts and your wit will always be far more crucial to winning a battle than anything else. Technique and strength alone won’t save you in combat.” Athena could be strict, but she always treated Cassidy as if she were her own daughter, and Cassidy always thought of her like a mother.

A sudden pang went through Cassidy’s heart. Her mother, another thing she had no memories of, only pictures and photographs. Cassidy’s mother, Elaine Anima Notitia, was a former member of the Crownsguard and died when Cassidy was only 3 years old. It was during an attack on a small village in Cleigne, lead by the Empire. At least that’s all her father ever wanted to say.

Tears started to well up in her eyes. She wished she could remember her face not only from pictures, she wished she could remember the sound of her voice. Before she started crying, she swallowed the sadness spreading in her chest up to her throat, as she collected herself and hopped off her bed to take a shower and to rest until the next morning. She knew it did not do any good to dwell in the past, and it was not like she was alone in the world. After all she would see her father again tomorrow, after all these years, and she looked forward to it.

When Cassidy left her room the next morning and walked to the reception, a man already waited for her there. In his hand he held a sign which had her middle name, ‘Eira’, written on it and Cassidy knew it must’ve been one of her father’s drivers. When it came to safety and security measures her father became a bit paranoid, hence why they used her middle name as a ‘code’. In her father’s defence, his position put a big target on his back as well as on the people closest to him, which included his daughter. After all, he was Darius Parvulus Notitia, the High Counsellor of King Regis’s council. Her father was - besides the King himself of course - one of the most powerful men in Lucis, and thus a likely target for the Empire. She assumed after he lost her mother he didn’t want to risk losing his daughter as well. This probably was also the reason why he sent Cassidy to Altissia.

The driver greeted her with a curt bow and asked if he should take her luggage to the car and she thanked him for his assistance. One of the stewards of the resort helped the driver as well and all that was left for Cassidy to carry was her own purse. She remained a bit at the reception and looked around, trying to remember this place as best as she could. The atmosphere was quite enchanting after all. She wished she could stay a bit longer, maybe take a quick stroll down the beach or a short dip into the ocean. Cassidy let out a sigh and promised herself to come back here one day and discover all the hidden gems of this place.

As she left the resort and walked down the bridge towards the parking lot she took out her phone and started typing a quick message to her father that she would soon be on her way to Insomnia. When she walked down the staircase to the parking lot, completely engrossed by her phone, she collided with someone else. A flush of embarrassment spread across her cheeks.

“Oh, Astrals, I’m so sorry. I didn’t pay any attention to my surroundings,” She exclaimed as she looked up into the stranger’s face. She met his gaze and took in a sharp breath as she studied his features. His face was framed by wine-coloured locks, giving his amber eyes a nice contrast, and a slight smirk spread across his lips.

“No need to worry, my dear. I’m just as much to blame as you are,” He professed as he tipped his hat to her and shot her a very charismatic smile. Cassidy couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around this man. His low but charming voice and his intense gaze made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

“N-no, it’s fine. Again, my apologies, but I…should be going now. A good day to you, Sir,” She stammered out before giving the man a quick curtsy and almost running towards the car where her father’s driver waited for her.

The man looked after her, his charming smile from before turning into an evil grin as he watched the young woman leave the parking lot in the safety of her car.

“And to you, Miss Notitia…” he muttered before letting out a deep chuckle.

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