#SO THEN MOTH CAN PURR AND HUG ME CLOSE

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Mi estrella (Valentino x reader)

synopsis: Valentino and you have a fight. Nothing unusual about that. Only this time the resolution is a bit different and definitely more up his alley.

warnings: my 9 year unpracticed spanish lol, Valentino being a teasing son of a b should be a warning on his own, smut, p in v sex, orgasm denial, forced orgasms, dumbification (if you squint), afab reader

word count: 2.2k

taglist:@velvette-creations

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A/N: Thank you to my beautiful tumblr friends for encouraging me to write this! This is for y´all. And also thank you @zaldritzosrose for helping me by bouncing ideas. Love you guys!💜

Dividers by @saradika

Mi estrella = my star

Mi amor = my love

Tesoro = (my) treasure

“Oh, go fuck yourself, Val!” You scream, flipping him off as you storm out of the studio.

The large doors fall closed behind you and you are immediately met with a wall of rain. Cursing under your breath, you press yourself against the wall to stay under the little awning and light a cigarette. Your hands are shaking still from the boiling emotions that had been unloading between Valentino and you seconds ago. Of course, the moth demon couldn´t even give you the moment of rest it took to smoke that much needed cigarette.

A few deep drags in, you feel his breath billow over the side of your neck and a hand sneak under your chin to lay on the opposite cheek. Meanwhile, two others lay on your lower back, to pull you closer to him. You can´t help but to stumble closer, but instead of giving in to him like usually, you turn your head away from Valentino even more. He should be the one struggling with having to apologize for once.

“You can hug me as close as you want. I´m still mad at you, Val.” I say in a sharp tone.

There is a small break, the silence filled with a low, confident chuckle from Valentino and the sight of pink smoke wafting around you.

“That´s fine, mi estrella. I know you still love me.” He purrs in that teasing tone, leaning in even closer. “I know you can´t resist my touch.”

You suck on your teeth and bite your tongue in response. He wasn´t wrong. No one´s touch had ever made you feel as good as his did and even though he knew that, giving in now would be equal to letting him win just another fight.

“Come on… You can't possibly pretend to be mad for much longer.” Valentino´s voice is sweet and thick as honey, which makes it hard to not at least turn around any longer. “There we go. I know you can't resist me for long.”

“Oh yeah? Are you sure about that?” You tease back with an equally provoking smile and arched eyebrows.

“Oh yes. In fact, I bet you can't hold out for five minutes after I start kissing you.” Valentino smirks and gently taps your chin to make you look up just a bit more, thus bringing your lips only inches apart.

The challenge certainly catches your interest.

“Hm, let's make this more interesting. I bet I can make it without a single touch from you until we leave the studio.” You raise the stakes.

“Oh oh, you are so confident, lovebug. Alright. I'm up for the challenge.” Valentino lets go of your face, takes a deep breath and smirks. “But if you fail… my hands have free reign to roam wherever they please.”

“You say that as if they don´t already do that day and night.” You shoot back. “Alright, I accept the stakes.” You throw the filter between your fingers onto the streets and with a perhaps too confident sway of the hips the two of you head back inside.

It was easy enough to stay away from him in the beginning, as you were both focused on work, but the hours dragged by more than anything. Hours in which you watched Val´s lips wrapped around the cigarette holder in his hands, giving directions in that deep voice that could melt ice cubes in seconds. And after only that short time your confidence begins to waver, wondering if you could really hold out without his touch under these conditions.

Watching the actors perform, ignited a burn in your body. A longing for Val to treat you like the actors were treating each other in the scene. The way they go at each other in such a primal way, with such intensity, made you yearn to receive the same treatment and hearing Valentino´s voice direct them to act in such a way made it only harder to resist.

However, you are able to take a deep breath and pull through until Valentino begins to play unfair.

He began to accentuate every little thing that made you go wild. And after an especially intense scene, when he blows a heart shaped cloud your way…

You are overcome by your shallow breath and a wildly beating heart.

“Well well well, that didn't take very long now, did it love?” His cerise eyes shine with the knowledge of how easily he had won.

“Only because you were playing unfair…” You grumble under your breath as your nails rake over his chest.

He turns his head and leans close as if to kiss you at that but stops at the last moment. “How needy are you for my touch?”

“So much… Need you more than anything right now.” From behind him you nuzzle your face in his neck to show him your need in the most desperate kisses. “Can we go somewhere else now?”

Valentino laughs at your desperation, purring at the attention you lay on him. One of his hands takes yours to lead you onto his lap. You looked stunning as your lips quivered and chest heaved.

“Only if you ask nicely. Tell me what I want to hear, tesoro.”

You sigh, but can't resist the seductive, low rumble of Valentino’s voice. “You were right. I can't go without your touch. Please, Big V. Please take me upstairs and fucking help me put out the fire you ignited in my veins.”

“Such a good girl.” He leaned forward and put the tips of two fingers to your lips and immediately you know what to do.

With an accelerating heartbeat and burning cheeks, your tongue begins to swirl around the long digits. A muffled whimper escapes your lips, when you feel Val rub the fingers along the wet muscle, pressing down on it ever so slightly.

All too soon he pulls his fingers back out with a wet pop, gently taking your chin between them. “I think you earned yourself a reward.”

A tingling feeling of giddiness runs through your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet.

Pushing you along behind Valentino, who leads the way to the lounge area above the studio, with fast steps. You don't even realize the way the actors and crew are looking at you. All your focus is on him.

The heavy door hasn't even fallen close when Valentino sweeps you up in his arms and sits the two of you down on one of the large sofas, with you comfortably straddling his lap.

The upper pair of his arms each hold either your chin in a controlling grip or a cigarette between his fingers, while the lower ones rest on your hips, to guide them into a steady rhythm when you start to grind against him. The motions your own body produces are far to desperate and have you whining like a puppy, yet you haven´t got enough restraint left to control it yourself. Seeing it brought a dark chuckle from Valentinos lungs. Your hands wander restlessly up and down his slender body, pawing at his belt.

“My my, you really must have missed me. How long has it been, huh? One hour? Two?” The demon playfully taunts, pulling your face closer by the chin and letting his long tongue caress the shell of your ear.

The question only earns him an impatient whimper from you. “Please, mi amor. No more teasing. I already admitted you were right.”

“And yet it sounds better and better every time you say it. Let me hear it again…” The demand rumbles in your ear in a velvety voice, at the same time he stops your hips from moving even the slightest bit.

“You were right. I need your touch. It feels like I´m literally burning up with need right now.” Your eyebrows furrow and the words get broken up by a sob. That look he gave you already told you that you wouldn´t come for another while, but my, was hope a nice thing.

“See? Doesn´t that sound good? And doesn´t it feel even better to be able to admit to your deepest need?” Val closes some of the distance between your faces. With the widest grin on his lips. “Why don´t you say it one more time, hm?”

“You were right, Val. You were right. You were right, I love your touch and I need it more than anything.” Tears begin to prick in your eyes, however before they can slip down your burning cheeks, they get swept away by a wet tongue.

Without a warning Valentino pulls your face down to bridge the last few inches, to connect your lips for the first time after what feels like forever. With a sigh of relief your hands move up, to run through the soft fur around his neck, which in turn made Val slip his tongue into your mouth.

The long muscle traces over your own tongue and teeth, before you entangle them in a dance that very much perfectly mirrors the passion and neediness between the two of you. And with your colliding lips keeping you just calm enough, you finally manage to open the heart shaped belt buckle, pulling your lovers white dress pants down just far enough to free his cock. Equally hasty your panties get pulled to the side and you sink down on his hardness. Val revels in the moan that leaves your lungs upon it, growling as the sweet, hot, tightness that is your cunt wraps around his length.

“P-please, mi amor. Please, let me come… Can´t take anymore.” There is a thick cloud of pink smoke not only filling the room, but also your brain. Since he had bottomed out in you, Valentino had brought you to the edge countless times and filled you with the thick ropes of his seed half as often. Your begging has become more of a mindless babble at this point and your needy hole aches for relief. Relief that you have spent the past, you don´t even know how long, begging for.

“Awww, baby.” The taunting coo reaches your ear, though you barely understand the words meaning anymore. “Where has your mind gone, huh? Have I fucked you stupid already? And you haven´t even come once yet…”

“Please… Need it. Need to come.” You sputter, weakly fucking yourself on your lover’s cock.

In truth your legs had wanted to give out about the same time that your brain did, but Val had refused to help you and so there was nothing left to do but to follow the one coherent thought left and continue to slide up and down the hard, twitching length.

“Not yet, baby. I know you can keep going longer. I know I can fuck your brain out just a bit more.” The smug smile on his face practically backs to be wiped off, but you have no mind for it. You have to concentrate on getting yourself close to another orgasm that would never come.

Despite the way your legs give out underneath you and your wet eyes are barely staying open on their own, you get yourself up to that cliff again. Even daring to look over the edge as Valentino warns you not to come, but when he pinches your clit, it is over.

Your legs give out and you plop down in Valentino´s lap, mouth open in a weak, high pitched squeak, as the painful release washes over you, shaking your entire body along with it. Once you feel a bit more stable again, you place little kisses to Valentino´s neck again. This time to apologize for having disobeyed his orders.

“´m sorry, Val. I´m so so sorry. Just couldn´t take it anymore. Was too much.” You mumble against his lavender skin.

But all the frantically murmured apologies in the world couldn´t save you from your punishment.

“That´s okay, mi estrella.” The moth demon reassures you eerily calmly, one of his hands tracing soothing circles into your back. “You really needed that orgasm really bad, huh? And you couldn´t think right anymore…”

You nod along with what he is saying, having been so far gone before that the release couldn´t entirely bring back your mind.

“Hm, sadly you still disobeyed me and you know what that means. I´ll have to punish you.” Before you can even think about protesting or begging for mercy, Valentinos four arms hold you close to his lean body as he shifts the two of you until your back is on the red cushions and he leans over you. “Since you wanted to come so badly that you even disregard my words, now you won´t stop coming until I say so.” He grins, wiping away some of the tears and the sweat that were sticking to your skin.

Your back arches and you cry out when Val first starts to slowly thrust into you all over again, but you are also smarter than to try to protest. So all that´s left to do now is to mentally ready yourself as much as possible for however extensively he thought you needed to be punished.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 94 Castle Keep Your Secrets

Omg I'm so close to being done with book 2

Murdle Avent Day 15

Captain Slate dreams of heading to the moon to escape the holiday season!

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

After a night’s sleep in the entrance like normal people, Logico and Tino are ready to climb all the way up to where Viscount Eminence rests. A single red light illuminates the path as the others lag behind, except for Dr. Crimson.

CRIMSON: HELLO… LOGICO: [scream] What the fuck? Where did you come from? Did Radical turn into you?? CRIMSON: No… I didn’t LIKE that she was HERE. I want to be here INSTEAD…

She wraps herself around Logico creepily. Gico shudders and tries to get upstairs as fast as he can.

There’s a bloodcurdling scream!!!! They all turn around to see Lady Violet.

VIOLET: It wasn’t me!

She points to a human body. The detectives sigh in relief. Logico drags the body with him as they enter Eminence’s room.

EMINENCE: Who has entered… WHOEVER HAS ENTERED… I WILL… 

He flies up to get a better look.

EMINENCE: EH?? Curse you Deductive Logico, I thought you were somebody important! LOGICO: Lovely. Anyway, I’m here to confront you about- IRRATINO: Wait, Logico, listen!

There’s weak scraping coming from the entrance to the dungeon, which is right next to Eminence’s bed for some reason.

LOGICO: Oh, you’ve GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! We don’t need any more distractions.

Irratino casually barges in there to see Scar 2 again, who looks even worse than it did before! It lets out a draconic screech of pain when it sees Irratino again.

EMINENCE: Aha. So you’ve found my pet. I should set it out to guard my bedroom so people will stop barging in! IRRATINO: Eminence! This isn’t just some bog monster! This is a real person affected by nuclear poisoning. It could be somebody we know. EMINENCE: …Eh.

While Irratino tends to the ailing citizen, Logico gets a good look at Eminence’s room. Satin curtains, a cozy fireplace, and pink fuzzy comforters, combined with a gothic cobweb aesthetic, seems fitting for a stuffed vampire. Many plaques deck the walls, each an award for being the oldest person on record, at 274 as of today. But Logico remembers Elder Ash and what Patriarch Porpoise said, and wonders if that’s accurate.

Dr. Crimson and Lady Violet are huddled together.

CRIMSON: What the FUCK is Irratino doing… VIOLET: I don’t know… I don’t know why I’m here! I wanted to kill the night-eater once and for all, and then I just got too scared… I feel so sick, I already threw up today, and I’ve felt horrible for weeks! I want this to end… [sobbing] I don’t want to be here anymore…

Crimson puts a metal arm around the moth.

Scar 2 has a brain in a jar for food, but can’t manage to open the jar. Irratino shoves that aside, since it probably shouldn’t be eating that anyway. He gently puts his hand on its head, and the protrusions on its back twitch and thrash. The miserable creature flops down and closes its eyes, covered in brand-new deep but bloodless wounds.

Irratino cries, knowing that this wretched thing used to be a real person with a life and a family. It looks so badly like it’s going to die soon, and whatever this affliction is does not look like something that can be cured. So he hugs onto it, no matter how gross it is. Scar 2 opens its eye and looks at him, then closes it again and purrs. 

Logico solves the murder, the rather obvious Eminence. Irratino storms out, stained with goop and tears.

IRRATINO: Killing a fair maiden?! Clear night-eater behavior.

Eminence tucks with nervousness, then remembers what he is. He flies up to the ceiling, playing with the light to make him look much larger than he actually is.

EMINENCE: You dare accuse me?!

Logico stands, ready to fight, but the mini-vampire leaps out the window and disappears.

The end! 

Graywalker #4, first and second phase

Will the agony end?

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Help Less, Less Help: Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

synopsis: Drken isn't sure why he's tangled up with you. It isn't his way; it's not like him. But after he's lost the things and people he used to love, rock bottom with you doesn't seem so bad.

wc: 752

tw: smut, angst

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Come over. I want to see you.

Draken's hands cradle the phone as if the message dashed across the lock screen is an exclusive invite to the Met Gala. He can already feel the adrenaline spiking in his veins, the dopamine flushing into his brain, and his other head taking over.

Give me ten minutes.

Desite the blinds covering theDespite windows, Draken knows it's dark outside. It's what he would call "after hours" for the world. No one is on the road at this time. No one is up watching TV... or watching for him. No, he's all by himself on the outside like the janitor after all the employees have gone home.

The shop is closed to everyone but him.

"The shop" is a crude way to think about the world, especially when that world leads straight to your door past midnight. The moths flicker about, batting at the only light that's on... waiting for him. Only him.

Draken raises his fist to knock, but you sense him before he can complete his task. "Hey," you purr, dressed in a simple robe with little ladybugs decorating the satin. "Right on time."

"When am I not?" Draken teases, angling his way inside and looking about the living room that never changes. The couch is the same dark, dingy denim blue he loves running his hands over. Feeling the rough texture of the sofa only enhanced the feeling of your smooth skin under his fingertips; it's a ritual he can't pass up.

Your eyes follow him as he creeps over to the furniture piece and sits on it like he owned it. A smirk pulls at your lips, and Draken jerks his chin at you.

"Your boyfriend gone for the weekend?"

"Yeah," you muse, looking at the ceiling and sighing as you lock the door. "All... fucking... weekend."

"That's rough."

"Don't lie," you quip, running your hands over the back of the couch as you pass by Draken. It takes everything in him not to reach out and swipe at your ass. "You love it when he's gone."

"I do," he admits, tucking a stray black hair behind his ear with the same hand he would have used to smack your ass. "You get loud as shit."

"I do not." You slap his arm, but Draken reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer for a feverish kiss.

"Wanna bet?"

Draken's sensible. At least, that's what he wants to think while fucking another man's girlfriend. You were there, available, cute, and willing. Emma was gone. Mikey was gone. All his friends... gone.

But you're here. And you want him.

Draken knows that sex is a cheap form of love; you're not even in love with him. He knows this deep down. But this false sense of security carries him past the lonely nights and the faceless dreams that haunt him. This fragile sense of security makes him feel like he's not missing out on so much life.

Your plush walls hug his cock so tightly, and it's one leap from reality into the mental state that is fantasy. And in his fantasy, he's been like this for years on end, just holding on to your body and holding you tight while being so intimate, so close. So real.

The kisses you give him are enough to fill the void. When he makes you cum, your voice crying out his name fills his empty heart with something he can't abandon. He cums too, and thoughts unravel before his very eyes. The release feeds his delusion, but Draken doesn't care. He's addicted to the feeling of being wanted, being loved... being home. When you hold him tight and whisper, "Don't let me go," he can't help but stay and kiss your forehead and the top of your scalp with care.

It's wrong. It's not fair. It's not right. When Draken ponders his circumstances when he's clear-headed, nothing about it makes sense. It's all a temporary solution for a permanent problem.

But... if he were to succumb to his darkness, he would feel helpless. It's a feeling he's never forgotten, and one he never wants to feel again.

"Stay with me," you hum, snuggling into his chest. And in Draken's fantasy, you're honest. You want him to stay forever, and you're willing to let your lackadaisical boyfriend go for him. For forever.

It's a fairy tale. But it's Draken's fairytale that keeps him from truly seeing the darkness of the world and inside of himself.

[doopdevil]

I hope you don't mind writing something about Curt again, because I've got an idea. Headcannons for lizard man! How do you think he acts with an overly affectionate s/o (they respect the fact that he's busy sometimes so they only do it when they can) doesn't care if he's a lizard man, They'll kiss him, pet him, whatever the heck he's comfortable as long as they can touch him (affectionately) S/o is and will (going to) run their hands all over his scales, (this includes his tail) also I fully believe his tail wags like a puppy, no I do not take criticism. :)

-love your writing!!

curt connors x g.n.!reader | overly affectionate s/o hcs

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warnings: n/a

pairings: curt connors x g.n.!reader

word count: 374

summary: it didn’t matter whether he was a lizard or human. you were going to shower him in love like a moth to a flame.

a/n: thank you for the lovely request anon! i hope these suffice <3 also requests are closing in a couple of days are so, so send in any while you can! also big thank u to the op of this gif i love u

before curt had become a lizard; he had grown used to his s/o’s affections!

although it was a bit daunting at first, he grew to appreciate how loving you could be. whenever he could he’d return the favor, but a part of him really enjoyed being doted on (especially after a stressful day.)

like after coming home sometimes he’ll just crash into bed with you

when he became a lizard tho? he was fully prepared for you to become distant and break up with him. to curt that was inevitable, and he was afraid no one could love him in that state.

then boom. s/o proves him wrong!

like he’ll just walk in as a lizard expecting you to start screaming but then you lunge at him with what may be the tightest hug he’s ever received.

if lizards could blush he’d be red 😳

somehow now that he’s a lizard, his s/o’s affections have increased ten-fold

and curt would be lying if he said he didn’t revel in it either

imagine a large lizard man’s heart fluttering at being pecked on the cheek. that’s curt.

lots of him carrying you around, piggy back rides, bridal style, you name it he’s got u

as i’ve mentioned in previous hcs, this man purrs! straight up will start vibrating while you pet him.

when he’s the lizard he really tries to seem all intimidating, but the only one that doesn’t work with is his s/o

“Stop petting me like that. I’m not a dog.”

“Then why is your tail wagging?”

when you two haven’t seen each other in a while he really misses your affections :(

he always sleeps well in his lizard form if he’s cuddling you

speaking of sleep, sometimes his s/o will pet him to sleep and to him it’s literally heaven

before he can protest he can’t stop himself from nuzzling into your hand

he will also let you use him as a bed. like you can just lie down on him and he’ll refuse to move after that. all he does is hold you like a teddy bear <3

isn’t as affectionate with you as the lizard, bc he’s afraid of hurting you

but eventually he’ll grow comfortable with showing you love in that form, always trying to be as gentle as possible.

[graaythekwami]

The Little Things - ML One-Shot

(Spoilers for the season 4 episode Hack-San)

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"Out for a solo patrol, Chat Noir?"

Chat Noir jumped slightly, not quite use to hearing an unfamiliar voice up here on the rooftops, and turned. The figure was standing on a chimney a ways from him, the reds of her costume matching the setting sun.

"Scarabella?" Chat Noir said, looking at the temporary Ladybug heroine he had met the other day. His surprise quickly gave way to worry, eyes widening slightly. "Did something happen to Ladybug? Is there an akuma out right now? Is–"

Scarabella held up her hands, but didn't come closer. "No no no, everything is okay– I just wanted to talk to you, that's all, and Ladybug said you often did some patrols in the evening..."

He gave a tight smile, shoulders relaxing slightly. "Not really a patrol, not like what me and M'Lady do when we patrol. It's just... to get some fresh air, I suppose."

He was slightly startled when he turned and found Scarabella walking towards him, as he hadn't heard her steps. She had some papers in her hands, and an uncertain smile on her face. She paused a little ways away from him.

"Is it okay if we talk for a bit?" Scarabella asked. "I don't have a lot of time, and then I can leave you to your... 'patrol'."

"What's up?" Chat Noir asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. His feelings on Scarabella were... mixed. She was an ally and she had spirit, but he would be lying if he said there was no bitterness when he thought about her. About what she knew and why she was there.

"I... I wanted to just show you this," Scarabella said, holding up the papers in her hand, before carefully setting it down on the roof near him, before retreating back slightly. "I had to edit out a few 'tips' for identity reasons, and Ladybug doesn't know I'm showing this to you, but considering my sudden appearance I figured maybe it would help if you saw it."

Chat glanced at the papers, then back at the spare heroine. "I don't want to go behind Ladybug's back."

Scarabella blinked, then let out a small laugh. "Oh, no, no, it's not like it's something I can't show you. It's just the list of tips she gave me of how to be Ladybug while she was gone."

"Okay?"

Scarabella smiled. "Read them, would you? Please?"

Chat Noir looked at the papers, before carefully picking them up and unfolding them. Sure enough he found a list of 'tips', each one carefully numbered off. His eyes scanned down the list, noting a few numbers were missing, which must have been the editing she had been referring to.

Chat Noir's eyes jumped back up to the top, and began reading. He could tell right away that it was indeed written by his Lady, and he could almost hear her voice as he read.

Tip 1 - Keep the earrings in at all times, they are easy to misplace. DO NOT TAKE THEM OFF.

Tip 2 - Always have sweets for Tikki on hand.

Tip 3 - Not just for recharging if an akuma appears, make sure you have something she can snack on if she's hungry.

Tip 4 - No. Seriously. Holders know no fury like a kwami starved.

Chat Noir snickered, knowing fully well what she meant. His interactions with Tikki had been limited, and she had been a very sweet kwami. Ladybug told pretty much the same story... except for the times she didn't have cookies or macarons on hand for her kwami. It turned out the little Ladybug kwami was just as passionate about her sweets as Plagg was with his cheese.

Tip 11 - Tell Chat Noir what's going on right away if an akuma shows up. Since I wasn't able to talk my way into staying in Paris like I thought I didn't get time to tell him I was leaving.

Tip 12 - If you see Chat Noir patrolling at night don't worry, it doesn't mean there's an akuma or somewhere you need to take my place. My Kitty is a free spirit and Paris is our city.

Tip 13 - Leave out croissants for him if he happens to come by where you are on patrol.

Tip 14 - The chocolate covered ones are his favorite. Chat loves anything with passion fruit too.

Tip 15 - Chat Noir likes any kind of sweets, actually, but try to get him his favorites if you can.

There was a small smile on his face as he read, eyes carefully looking over each word, warmth in his heart. The tips soon drifted back towards things regarding the Miraculous, a good dozen involving Lucky Charms and explaining how the yoyo worked.

Tip 25 - Lucky Charms might be bigger than you think! Be prepared to leapt out of the way in case a piano comes crashing down instead of a pencil.

Tip 26 - Don't ask Tikki to explain Lucky Charms. She'll be vague and she'll do it on purpose.

Tip 27 - Don't try to force a Lucky Charm to work. It's just kind of instinctual? I don't know how to describe it.

Tip 28 - Ask Chat Noir for help if the Lucky Charm is too confusing. He's been Misterbug before and has helped me defeat villains with countless Lucky Charms.

Tip 29 - Just ask Chat Noir if you have any questions, he's a professional.

Tip 30 - Don't ask him so many questions though that you stress him out! Akuma fights are hard enough and with him being the most experienced he'll have enough to worry about without a bunch of questions.

Tip 31 - Just follow Kitty's lead, he knows what to do.

Tip 32 - Chat Noir has good instincts and enhanced senses, listen to him.

Tip 33 - When Chat Noir makes a joke try to laugh, even if you think it's not funny. It makes him happy. :)

"My jokes are always funny, My Lady!" Chat Noir exclaimed in protest, though there was a smile on his face.

Tip 34 - Make sure Chat Noir is happy.

Tip 35 - Don't make fun of his purring, he's self conscious about it even though it's adorable. (He embraces everything cat except for the purring, I don't know why.)

Tip 36 - Purring doesn't always mean he's happy! Cats can purr when they're hurt! If he takes a hit and you hear him purr then you got to defeat the akuma as quickly as possible! Sooner you can cast the Miraculous Ladybugs the sooner Chat Noir isn't hurting!

Tip 37 - Don't let Chat Noir take any hits for you.

Tip 38 - Seriously. He does that way too much and I don't like watching it. Stupid self-sacrificing cat. Make sure he stays safe.

Tip 39 - Or else.

"These aren't even tips at this point!" He said, holding back a laugh.

"She does that a lot," Scarabella said with a fond smile. "With 675 'tips' a good chunk of them are ramblings."

"Six hundred and what-?" Chat said, quickly flicking through the papers and towards the end. Sure enough the very last one stared back up at him, the same number as Scarabella had promised.

Tip 675 - When you say "Miraculous Ladybug" don't forget to throw the Lucky Charm.

He flicked back a few more pages, eyes scanning the various notes that had been left. Many were just like he had expected when Scarabella had first told him what the list was: advice on what to do with different types of akumas, how the timer worked, tips for finding the akumatized object, and what to say to a victim after they were freed from Shadow Moth's control.

But then there were others, small little mentions of him and things he hadn't even realized his Lady knew or noticed, things he didn't know people cared about.

Tip 142 - If Chat Noir is dismissive with how his day has gone crack a few jokes. He tries to cover up when he's had a bad day and this is the best way to lift his spirits.

Tip 143 - Chat Noir loves hugs. Quick hugs, tight hugs, long hugs, he adores them.

Tip 144 - Chat likes to be scratched under the chin and behind his faux ears. It makes him purr, but don't mention the purring (see tip 36).

Tip 145 - Chat Noir is a cuddler.

Tip 146 - Ignore all the last few tips. Respect Chat Noir's personal space.

Tip 147 - But don't be distant either, support him! Fist bumps, pats on the back, you know, be friendly.

Tip 148 - You better be nice to my Kitty. I'll be watching all akuma coverage.

Tip 149 - No booping Chat Noir on the nose. That's our thing.

Tip 150 - No bonking him with the yoyo, carrying him in your arms, or using the nicknames 'chaton' or 'kitty', again those are our things, not yours.

Tip 151 - You can use the nicknames 'Chat' or 'CN'.

Tip 152 - He may kiss your hand. Chat Noir is a gentleman, don't let the costume fool you.

"M'lady..." Chat Noir said softly.

Tip 355 - Let Chat Noir handle the media, he's a pro at that.

Tip 356 - Don't leave him alone to deal with all the reporters though, that's a lot of pressure.

Tip 357 - Chat's ears and tail can tell you a lot about how he's feeling. I've read a lot of cat behavior articles and it's helped me a lot.

"Hey!" Chat Noir protested, even though his Lady wasn't here to see it.

Tip 598 - If anyone makes any comment about Chat Noir being dangerous or being a sidekick, you don't hold back.

Tip 599 - If it's a reporter that makes this comment give me their name and who they work for so I can make sure they never get an interview from the heroes again.

Tip 600 - Send Chat Noir a cat meme on the yoyo to cheer him up if anyone does say anything about him.

"I need to go," Scarabella said softly. "Feel free to keep those, I... I just wanted you to know that she was thinking about you. You mean a lot to her, Kittycat."

Chat Noir looked up at Scarabella, vision blurring slightly, but a smile was on his face. "I don't think 'Kittycat' was on the list of approved nicknames, Scar."

Scarabella scowled. "Well I can tell you that one isn't on my list of approved nicknames either."

Chat Noir grinned. "I'm sure it will grow on you."

"Purrhaps," Scarabella said, before giving a salute and a smile. She then tossed her yoyo, swinging away. Chat Noir watched her for a moment, before looking back down at the list he had been given.

He smiled, holding the papers close to his chest as he laid down on the roof, letting out a happy sigh.

[chaosangel767]

Moonlight Promises

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Comte x Reader 

Prompt: Dancing with each other while no one is around

Type: Fluff 

Warning: spoilers of Comte’s real name 

WC: 600

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A sigh falls from your lips as you look over the balcony of the mansion, glancing at the moonlight shining amongst the flowers of the garden below. You can see the faint outline of a lunar moth, fluttering amongst the flowers and in the distance the outline of Paris. 

Like every night you rest your head against a column, enjoying the quiet air of Paris. Your brain reflects how you got to this point, how much you have adjusted to life in the 19th Century. Modern life feels like a dream as you look down at the gardens. 

"Ma Cherie?" Arms wrap tight around your waist as your lover hugs you, his warmth enveloping your back. His chin rests on your shoulder and you turn to capture his lips. 

"What are you thinking about?" Breaking the kiss he looks at you worriedly.

"How much I love it here, I am so happy I followed you that day." You admit softly, heat enveloping your cheeks. Comtes fingers trail along your stomach as he rubs comforting circles along it. A hum leaves his throat, kisses pepper your cheek. 

"I am so glad you decided to stay. As long as you are happy, I love having you by my side. Tell me Ma Cherie, is there anything you desire?" Hos voice a soothing purr in your ear you shake your head. 

"As long as I have you, I don't care where we are." You kiss his lips again, snuggling closer to him as a quick breeze causes goosebumps to rise along your arms. 

Music fills the silence of the night, Mozart's piano catching the wind. Comte steps away from you and you turn. He extends his hand and bows. 

"May I have this dance?" You smile at the twinkle in his golden eyes before you take his hand. Following his lead the two of you dance, your night dress spinning around you. Pulling you slightly closer than normally acceptable, you catch whiffs of Comtes cologne and you relax in his arms. Resting your head on his shoulders, pure happiness fills your heart as you see the faint skyline of Paris in the distance. 

The two of you dance for as long as Mozart plays, you aren't even sure if it is two songs or more, the composer not taking a break between the tunes. The music fades though, leaving the night once again silently, and the dance ends. Spinning you around, you turn back to Comte, your brain short circuiting when you turn. 

Down on one knee, Comte is holding a beautiful ring, it catches the light and your eyes fill with tears before he can even speak. 

“Ever since I met you at the Louvre, I knew I wanted you by my side. Mc, will you marry me?" The breath leaves your lungs as the tears fill your eyes. As one slips down your cheek you reach for him. 

"Abel- yes" your heart has never felt so full as you pull him close to you, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. The chill of metal slides along your finger as he hands you the engagement ring. His fingers slip to your face to cup your cheeks and his fingers wipe the tears from your eyes. 

"You truly have made me the happiest man in the world. Mc, please stay with me" Comte whispers, his forehead resting against yours, you swear you can hear both your hearts racing in the now calm night.

" I promise, I will never leave your side" you whisper back, your lips sealing the promise under the moonlight. 

[holylulusworld]

Bloody lips - Eternity

Summary: He turned you months ago. Now you are out for blood...

Pairing: Vamp!Dean x Vamp!Reader

Characters: Werewolf!Sam Winchester, Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, vampire Dean, bloodthirst, implied characters death, blood, blood-drinking, dark!fic, implied smut, murder (they are vampires after all)

Kinktober Special: Horror/Angst - Blood drinking

A/N: This is the sequel to Bloody lips and a cross-over with my Werewolf!Sam story ‘Sharp teeth’. For more read the second part of sharp teeth coming tomorrow.

<< Part 1

Kinktober 2020

Dean’s POV

Eternity. I smile at the word leaving my girls' lips. 

The moment she drank from her now-dead husband she was doomed to be mine – for eternity. 

My former self, the hunter, and loyal brother would be ashamed of what I became but after months with my mate, my partner in crime – I can’t find it in me to care.

“What about him?” Y/N whispers, body pressed close to mine. She always seeks my closeness since I turned her. It’s the bond we formed months ago drawing her to me like a moth to the flame.

“Or the girl in the corner,” my girl purrs. “She watched what’s mine the whole night.” There is an edge in my girl’s voice, and I know, she wants to feast on the girl.

“She came with three guys and two girls, baby girl. If we kill her, they will look for her. We agreed to not rock the boat too much,” Y/N nods, still, I can see the disappointment in her eyes. “We can mark her and get that little bitch later.”

My girl smirks, a dark look in her beautiful eyes. “I want her later, Dean,” I can tell, my cock just got harder at her words. “Can we make her scream, baby?” My girl coos, batting her eyelashes. Y/N is a wild beast, dangerous and strong but sometimes, she likes to play the innocent girl.

“We can, sweetheart. Now let’s find an easier prey for tonight and later, we will get the girl for staring at me,” I push her against the wall, roughly claiming her lips. I kiss her hard, drawing blood as I sink my teeth into the lower lip. “We will…”

Bloody runs down my girl’s lips and I follow the crimson droplets with my greedy eyes. We feasted tonight on the guy who dared to ogle my girl. It was my time to choose the victim and I choose him.

We killed him fast. Unlike other vampires, we don’t play with our food. I can’t hide we become playful now and then, toy with someone who pissed us off but most of the time, we do it fast, precise, almost painless.

“He tasted like a loser,” Y/N whines. “I want to taste someone sweeter,” She has a devilish grin on her lips and I know, she has something evil in mind when she looks up at me like an angel with bloody lips. “I want her…”

“We talked about it, Y/N. She’s got a son and,” my girl pouts, hands cupping my face she looks up at me, pleadingly. “Don’t you love me, Dean?” God, that woman can make me do the evilest things only by batting her eyelashes. “Please, baby.”

“I guess we will visit Lisa tonight, babycakes. Now be good and let’s have a shower,” I press my lips to hers, licking the blood off her soft pillows. “I can still smell him on you. He touched what’s mine.”

“You showed him I’m yours when you fucked me in front of his dying body,” my girl grins, revealing bloody teeth. “I think he got stiff when you filled me up so good.”

“You’re so bad for me,” she hums melodically, looks up at me as if I’m the sun and I can see a flashback play in front of my eyes. Y/N holding my hand, giving me that warm smile she used to wear, now it’s cold and I need to shrug the memory off.

I’m the bad guy in this story after all…

She runs. Oh-what a festival of fear, screams, and pleas Lisa offers to my girl. She hides in her bedroom, the room I used to fuck her in. I can hear her breathing and smell the urine run down her legs.

“Not sexy Lis,” I sing-song before I kick the door open. “Don’t worry, we will take care of Ben,” oh, you should see the fear in her eyes at my words. 

“I will have so much fun with you tonight,” Y/N pushes my ex-girlfriend on the bed, and I snatch her wrists to pin her hands above her head. My girl enjoys every moment of Lisa’s defeat before she leans over her latest victims’ body to lick the tears off her face.

“Relax, Lisa. You will taste so much better when you are scared. Y/N will make it fast,” I look at my girl who reveals her beautiful teeth to Lisa, “right babycakes?”

“Let me have my fun, Dean,” Y/N scolds and my heart aches. My creation, the new Y/N is mad at me and I don’t like it one bit. “You promised I can play with her for a bit longer than usual,” I sigh deeply but agree in the end. “I wanna see the light in her eyes fade.”

My girl's bloodthirst should scare me. Not even I are that cruel to toy with my prey but Y/N, she likes to scare her victims before she feasts on them.

“Please…I got a son,” a slap silences Lisa’s pleas and I scold my girl to not waste her blood.

“You stole Dean from me! I should've had your life, not you! You owe me a life!” Y/N screams, suddenly retreating from the bed. Her eyes turn normal again and I can see the struggle all over her face.

A new-born vampire is still connected to its past, which means flashbacks and memories will make the killing harder. At least for me.

“Y/N, calm,” I let go of Lisa to calm my girl, but she slaps my hands away, shaking her head furiously. “Y/N, sweetheart.”

“Y…you made me like this,” tears run down my girl’s cheeks when I reach out for her once again. “I had a life, a husband.” The struggle gets worse and I need to bite my wrist to feed Y/N with my blood. It calms her to taste me, so I let her drink from me instead of Lisa.

“I know, and I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I whispers, running my hand over her back to soothe Y/N. “We will go home, okay. We just need to finish…” the door to the bedroom bursts open and I see someone I never thought I’ll meet again.

“SAM?” something is off with my brother. His scent is so strong it makes my nose scrunch up and his eyes, fuck his eyes are glowing like mine. “Leave or you’ll be next.”

Sam puffs his chest when I shove Y/N behind my back. “I’m warning you, Sammy. I can’t be saved. I drank from Y/N,” Sam’s eyes sparkle when he steps closer to me. He looks at me, expectantly, before his large hand wraps around my throat to slam me into the wall.

Fuck, I struggle against Sam’s inhuman strength and just now I see his glowing eyes and sharp teeth. 

“We need to be fast. The neighbors called the cops, Dean. Let’s clean this mess,” Sam snarls in my direction before he looks at my girl. “You don’t have to kill people, Dean. Not only you changed, but I did also, whilst I had to hunt on my own. I got bitten months ago, I’m an alpha now, a werewolf,” I laugh at Sam’s words, giving my baby brother a dirty grin.

“I guess this means we are a family of monsters now,” a howl escapes my brothers’ lips as I wrap my hand around his wrist. “Let’s end this here and now. She can’t tell anyone what she saw,” I want to fulfill my promise to my girl, but she shakes her head.

Y/N crawls onto the bed. Unlike minutes ago, she softly coos something into Lisa’s ear before she bends Lisa’s mind to her will.

“You had a nightmare, Lisa. You never met anyone called Dean Winchester. There was no vampire in your room nor a werewolf. The reason you peed your pants is that you drank too much. Now be good and sleep,” I smirk at my girl’s powers. She learned so much in such a short amount of time.

“Back to business, Dean. I got to be somewhere else,” I nod, looking up at my monstrous brother. “I think I found my mate and need to get her, Dean. Will you help me?”

“Let’s get your girl, bitch,” I grin, watching my girl hug Sam from behind. “We need to make sure my brother can fuck too.”

“Romantic as always brother,” Y/N snickers at my brother’s words before she pats his back. “Let’s get my girl, jerk…”

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[thiswasinevitableid]

Can you do 60 for indruck, NSFW? Thank you so much! Love your work!

Here it is! I set it in the same world as this sternclay fill. Credit to @bellafarallones for playing in this space on discord. Apollo is from my Super hero AU

“All I’m sayin is it seems mighty unfair to me that one fella gets a handler-assistant type deal and the rest of us don’t.” Duck crosses his arms as Ned fiddles with the pen on his desk.

“You’re not wrong, dear boy, but Apollo was in high demand from the higher ups-”

“Because he’s a shallow dipshit with a mean streak who’ll be good for ratings?”

“Precisely. He demanded in his contract that we allow his twin to continue his work as his photographer and assistant. He has over a million followers on Instagram, so those photos will be a boost to the show. Just try to get along for the camera’s?”

“His brother ain’t even on camera.” Duck mutters.

“I meant with Apollo.”

Duck shrugs, defeated, “sure thing, Ned.”

As he walks back to the main house, he mulls over the fact that the twin (Indrid, he thinks that’s the guys name) bugs him more than Apollo does. Apollo is vain, mean, and selfish, but at least that gets him things, even makes sense for the kind of show they’re on. Indrid gains nothing by helping him out here. Except protection from the bully, which Duck finds to be the worst kind of cowardice. Hopefully Vincent, this season’s bachelor, will see through the “influencer” and send him packing ASAP.

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Four weeks in, and this is exactly what Duck was worried about. Not only is Indrid hovering around his brother like a nervous moth (excet when cameras are near, at which point he ducks out of frame), he’s doing fucking nothing to reign him in.

A few frontrunners are starting to emerge, and with that claws are coming out. Barclay, a chef and all around nice guy, is the target of choice. Nico and Josh both took bites out of him this morning. But Apollo sunk his teeth in like a dog on a fox, calling him, among other things, a pathetic, six-foot puppy dog who no man would ever want. The cook left noticeably teary eyed. Duck was about to block the cameras from following when Joseph beat him to it. Which is weird, because he thought Joe couldn’t stand Barclay. Apollo flounces off, but Duck corners Indrid where he’s been stoically watching his brother be a raging asshole.

“What the fuck man?”

‘Wrong twin.” Indrid says flatly, indicating his silver hair, tied back in a half-bun. His dark roots are showing and his eyebrows are black, unlike Apollo’s immaculate blonde dye job and bleached brows.

“Nope, right one. You’re his handler, cant’ you fuckin intervene when he’s doin’ shit like that? Or are you just here to let him hurt whoever he feels like?”

Indrid fixes him with a bitter smile, “If there were a way to make my brother be kind or, indeed, see others as people, don’t you think I’d have found it and used it everyday since?”

“I-”

“You people have no idea how much I’m already doing. I kept him from going after you yesterday by reminding him he looks ugly when he yells on camera. And if nothing else console yourself with the fact you all have only to deal with him for a few months. Some of us have endured twenty-eight years of it.”

With that, he turns and stalks from the room. As he leaves, Duck can’t shake the thought that his black denim jacket and worn jeans fit him better than Apollo’s designer ones ever could.

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Indrid understands why there’s so much alcohol on set, but he can’t partake (too bitter) and it makes Apollo even harder to handle than usual. Which is why Indrid is out on the grounds at ten p.m, intending to hide from his brother until dawn.

At six weeks in, fan favorites are getting more established and Indrid, needing to predict Apollo’s mood in order to do his job, is keeping a close eye on them. His twin is well-liked for being snarky and hot, though he suspects the large number of contestants means there have been limited chances for his unpleasant side to be showcased. Joseph is another, because of course he is, movie-star handsome with an interesting past. Barclay is beloved for the very things that the other contestants torment him for. And Duck? Duck is quickly becoming the one people think Vincent will choose.

Indrid thinks they’re right. He’s charming in an understated way, funny, and while Apollo needles him for his “dad bod,” Indrid and Vincent have both noticed the muscles in his arms. Who gives a damn about flat abs? Indrid would much rather have something soft to rest his head on while those green eyes look lovingly down at him. His crush on Duck is useless, persistent, and must be hidden from Apollo at all costs.

His foot catches something solid and he tumbles over the obstacle to land ass-first on the lawn.

“Ow.” He glares at the object. The object turns out to be Duck Newton, who's obviously drunk as he sits up.

“Sorry man, thought no one’d come out here. Oh it’s you, it's, uh, fuck, fuck c'mon” he snaps his fingers as he searches his thoughts, “It's cute Apollo!”

“Indrid.” Surely Duck didn’t mean to use that adjective. Right?

“No, I’m Duck?”

He snickers, “No, I meant I’m Indrid.”

“Ohhh, right. You're Indrid. I'm Duck. That's the big dipper” He points at the sky. Indrid follows the line and grins, delighted.”

“It is!”

“Uhhuh. C'mere, can show you more.” Duck pats the spot beside him and lays back. Indrid scoots closer and reclines as well, making appreciative sounds each time Duck shows him a constellation.

As they’re studying the sky, the other man whispers, “Can I tell you a secret? I, I think Joe’n Barclay are into each other now."

“The way they look at each other is not exactly subtle.”

‘“Heh, yeah.” he links his hands across his belly, “I think they're in love. You ever been in love?”

“No.” He sighs, not wanting to dwell on that pile of baggage, “You?”

“Nope. And, uh, don’t, don’t tell anyone but I don't think I am with Vincent. Maybe I could be? Does that make me a bad person? He's nice, think he likes me a lot but, I, I dunno.”

“Not being in love with someone doesn’t make you a bad person. No more than loving someone does.”

Indrid is hard to surprise; years of getting out ahead of his brother and father taught him how to see things coming. But nothing could prepare him for Duck rolling to hide his face against Indrid’s chest. Not knowing what else to do, he pats his back, notices a woodsy scent tingling his nose.

“You smell good.” He winces; that was too creepy, now Duck will pull the comforting bulk of his body away.

“Thanks. I bought a bunch of cologne when I realized I was actually going to be a contestant. News clothes too. Thought it would give me an edge but...I dunno, can't compete with a guy like your brother.”

“Join the club.” Indrid reaches up to toy with a lock of Duck’s black hair, expecting Duck to bat him away. Instead, he sighs and turns his head to give Indrid better access.

“You could compete with ‘im. You're cuter. Nicer too.”

“Oh. Ah. Thank you.”

Duck’s fidgets with the mothman pin on Indrid’s jacket, “You wanna cuddle?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No one cuddles with me. And we ain’t allowed to cuddle Vincent yet.” He looks up, lips pouting just enough to be charming.

Indrid let’s a purr enter his voice, “That’s a shame. I’m happy to cuddle.”

Duck rolls more of his body onto Indrid, resolutely nestling his head under his chin and tangling their legs together. His hands stay on Indrid’s chest and shoulders, though he’s now drunkenly petting Indrid’s collarbone, making him shiver. He expends four months worth of daring in a second, wrapping his arms around the curves of Duck’s torso. When Duck’s fingers brush skin instead of shirt, Indrid whimpers, then bites his lip and prays it went unnoticed.

“You don’t get cuddled much either, do you?” Duck murmurs thoughtfully.

“No.”

“Damn shame, you’re real good at it. Can cuddle me any time.”

Indrid “mmhmms” knowing the promise is like the stars; bright and comforting in the darkness, but ultimately beyond his reach.

Three day later, he drops his guard; Apollo’s been on his good behavior since Vincent’s been spending more time with him. You’d think Indrid would learn by now that all his venom has to go somewhere.

He’s huddled down in the rec room trying not to cry; it’s pathetic enough that he let such childish insults get to him, but to cry over them would confirm everything his brother said.

“Indrid? You, uh, you okay?” Duck’s reflection in the darkened T.V approaches his own.

“I'm fine.” It’s the same inflection he’s used hundreds of times, but Duck sits down on the couch all the same.

“Do you, uh, need a hug?’

“No.” He replies a hair too quickly.

“Do you want one?”

“......Badly.”

Duck opens his arms and Indrid shifts on the cushions, doing his best to curl his long limbs so they’ll fit in his embrace. The shorter man notices, concern flashing on his face.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay. You, uh, wanna hear the most exciting news of the day?” He waits for Indrid to nod, “there was a cougar sightin’ in the foothills near here!”

“That is both very exciting and alarming.”

“Doubt it’d go after folks, they try to steer clear of people. We don’t have ‘em back home, but you learn what to do when you’re also learnin how to deal with bears.”

“How does one deal with a bear? Other than buying them a drink.”

Duck snorts, relaxes further into the couch, “Depends on how soon you see ‘em…”

They emerge two hours later, and Indrid is so engrossed in their conversation about hiking incidents that he runs smack into a camera man. While he’s apologizing profusely, Duck guffaws, steadies him, and leads him off in search of somewhere to watch the sunset.

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“Oooh, ooh, look, sea lions!” Indrid points to the distant wharf.

“Good eye. Man, those fuckers are big. Glad none of ‘em were in the water when we did that fuckin cliff dive.”

“I for one would pay good money to see my brother chased by a sea lion.”

Duck chuckles, pops the tab on his WhiteClaw. They’re having dinner on the beach, a gourmet spread meant to encourage them to show off their pallets. Indrid took Barclay’s recommendation and ordered the whole, grilled snapper, which he assumed he’d be eating alone; Vincent’s attention has been on Duck ever since he went swimming this morning. Duck seems to be enjoying it, but come dinner time he demurred (“gotta let some of the other fellas have a chance”) and brought his basket of fried oysters over to join Indrid on the sand.

“Speakin of your brother, kinda surprised he didn't make any digs at this whole, uh, situation.” Duck gestures to the torso Indrid is currently aching to lick droplets of saltwater from. To subdue the craving, he licks salt from his fingers before replying.

“I, ah, the last time he tried to, I reminded him of all the pictures I have of him eating. He hates to be seen eating. Most of the time.” He tilts his head towards his twin, who’s chowing down next to Vincent without a care for the cameras. Indrid sets his hand on the warm sand, “I’ve been trying to, well, reign him in as you suggested. Or at least make him think twice about his choices.”

(Indrid omits the part where he’s most likely to risk it if Duck is the one with the target on his back).

Duck sets his hand down beside Indrid’s, brushes sand from the side of it with a calloused thumb, “Mighty good of you. But, uh, think I mighta read things wrong that day. You gotta handle him how you think best. Just, uh, just promise me you won’t sacrifice your own well-bein’ for my sake, or anyone else’s. We’re all grown-ass men; we can handle it.”

“I promise.” He lies.

The other man leans back on his hands, green eyes drifting across the waves. Indrid would gladly sit in silence the rest of the night, it’s so easy to be comfortable in the lull when it’s Duck filling the space beside him.

Eventually, the ranger murmurs, “It’s so fuckin breathtaking. The ocean, I mean. Maybe if you live on a coast you get used to it but man, it is somethin;.”

“More so than the forest?”

Duck smiles, “It’s like apples and oranges. Monongahela got its own charms; you’d have a blast takin pictures and drawin there, believe me. If, uh, if Apollo and I both make it to the final four, uh, maybe we could take a few hours durin’ my hometown visit and I could show you my favorite spot.

Indrid imagines the two of them beneath the trees, walking hand in hand.

“I’d like that.”

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“You know you’re just a distraction, right?”

Indrid doesn’t look at his brother, just flips the page in his book, “I doubt that. You’ve said, often, that I’m too off-putting to be interesting.”

“Not when there’s competition for someone superior; Duck knows he might not win. You’re his back-up if he doesn’t, and a way to kill time until the end. Once Vincent sends him home, which he most definitely will, he’ll keep you around until something better comes along.”

“Don’t act like you know him.” Indrid hisses, looking up just in time to see something scurrying behind the triumph on Apollo’s face: fear.

So, his brother has a new weakness. He’ll tuck that away for later; this is shaping up to be an unpleasant conversation, but not one requiring quite that degree of weapon.

“You should thank me. If I weren’t so captivating, Vincent would spend all his time with Duck. Then you’d be without any attention at all. Even Duck’s taste isn’t that abysmal.” He grins his several thousand dollar smile, “he and Vincent are probably laughing about it right now.”

Indrid stands, crosses the tiny room, “Shut up, Apollo.”

Then he slams the door. There’s a yelp, followed by “you hit my nose, you pathetic excuse for a man, ow, open this door this instant I’m not done with you!”

He flicks the lock and sits back on the bed. There’s a tin of sensory putty on his nightstand and he opens it, playing with it between his fingers. Duck brought it for him after a museum date with Vincent. The image of him not only thinking of Indrid when he saw something, but then buying it for him just to see him smile makes him want to grin and hide his face in a pillow like a teenager who just got asked to prom.

But maybe this date is going differently.

Indrid squeezes the putty, repeats the mantra he’s had since he was a child, “Apollo always lies. Apollo always lies.”

Eventually, he’s calm enough to work on some tattoo commissions, is coloring away when there’s a knock on the door. A secret knock Duck invented as a goof. Throwing open the door reveals the shorter man wearing a suit jacket and an exhausted expression. Indrid gestures to the bed, shuts and locks the door as Duck slumps on the mattress and sets his head in his hands.

“Whelp, that was a shit-show.”

“What happened?” Indrid sits cross-legged beside him.

“Vincent went in for a kiss and I, uh, I turned him down. I mean, he took it well because he’s a sweet guy but I, I feel like shit.”

“There’s no shame in not wanting to kiss just yet.”

“That ain’t the problem. I, I wanna kiss someone on this set, but it ain’t him. Indrid” he looks up, green eyes watery, “Indrid, I think I’m fallin in love with you.”

“Oh. I, are you sure-”

“The whole night, and I mean the whole fuckin night, I was thinkin about you. Thought how nice the trip to the botanical gardens would be with you there to point out color combos and get excited about butterflies. Wanted to hold your hand over dinner. Fuck, when they brought out the dessert menu all I could think was how fun it’d be to order one of each thing to surprise you so you’d do that thing you do with your hands when you’re real excited.” Duck turns, sets his hands on Indrid’s shoulders, “‘Drid, if you don’t want this, I’ll back off but-��

Indrid cuts him off with a kiss, let’s strong arms pull him down to the bed and presses as close to Duck as he can, as if any space between them might be a way for the universe to push them apart.

“Than fuck” Duck pants, cupping his face, “wait, fuck, what do we do now? I can’t string poor Vincent on.”

“We’ll get them to let you out of your contract. It can’t be that hard, right?”

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“Absolutely not” Ned shakes his head, “dropping out of the show is out of the question.”

“But that ain’t fair to any of us. Can we at least tell Vincent the truth?”

“No, it needs to look as if he naturally decided not to choose you. If not, we could be accused of manipulating results; the last time that happened, the ratings tanked for that season and the next. And my predecessor was fired.”

Duck looks at Indrid, “Guess I’ll just...pull back? That way Vincent won’t have a reason to choose me and’ll let me go soon.”

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“Droppin out is outta the question, huh?” Duck mutters to Indrid as they watch Barclay and Joseph walk off holding hands, the host eagerly asking them questions as they go.

“I suppose he didn’t drop so much as sprint.” Indrid glances at the rose in Duck’s hand, “congratulations on making the final...well, final three now.”

“Thanks? Guess Apollo’s pretty happy about it too.”

“Yes, but his ego needs no stroking.” Indrid smiles, “maybe this means you’ll get to show me the woods?”

“I hope so. Huh. What are they gonna do with the rest of us when it’s not our turn for the hometown visit?”

The answer turns out to be: drag everyone to each hometown. Because they no longer have Joe’s trip to do, Ned decided they needed more scenes of the contestants exploring where their competitors came from.

Kepler is first, and tonight is the night Duck’s been dreading. His romantic, home-town date that everyone expects to end with at least some kissing. He manages to make it through dinner, even enjoys showing Vincent the down-town he spent years roaming. But as they start down the river walk for a romantic stroll, his heart is trying to smash its way out of his ribs.

“It’s alright, you know.” Vincent stops, guiding Duck to face him, “the fact you want to be with Indrid.”

“I, uh, fuck, I, I don’t not know, uh, fuck-” he closes his eyes, “how’d you know?”

“I’m more observant than I get credit for.” Vincent brushes his cheek, “I’ve had a hunch for weeks now, but I kept you around because I liked having you here, even if I suspected it wasn’t going to end with us together. I’m very fond of you, Duck. You deserve someone who makes you happy. I promise I’ll send you home this next rose ceremony”

“Christ” Duck chuckles, “you’re a hell of a guy too, Vince. I hope whoever you pick treats you right. I, uh, can I, should we…?”

Vincent plants a chaste kiss on his cheek, then smiles, “go get him.”

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“Any twos?”

“No. Go fish.”

Apollo grumbles as he takes another card. Given Duck and Vincent are on their date, neither he nor Indrid is having a good night. Before Indrid can make his ask, his twin says, “How do you get people to like you?”

“Why do you care? You’ve made it this far, so obviously Vincent likes you a great deal”

“I don’t just mean him. I, I mean, I want him to like me. To want me. But I suspect he’d like me better if other people did.”

Indrid idly taps his cards, “I suggest you stop acting like our father.”

“I’m nothing like him!” Apollo squawks.

“Oh, but you are. Everything he taught us you still hold as true; you’re just the newest version of men like him. Self-absorbed. Cruel. Shallow. I’m amazed you’ve gotten this far with Vincent, given that the age difference means you’d be caring for him in his old age.”

“I, I can care for him. I will!”

“Apollo, I wouldn’t trust you to care for a potted plant.” He sets his cards down.

“At least I’m not a-”

“Ambitionless deviant who has to ride his brother’s coattails to survive?”

“Wha--how-”

“Like I said; you’re just like him. Down to your insults.” Indrid stands, “I’m going to bed. I suggest you do the same.”

His brother remains speechless--a rare state for him--as he closes the door and heads for his room. He doubts Duck will do anything on the date (hell, the two of them have only been able to steal some kisses now and then), but the whole charade has him feeling low.

There are far more cameras in the rented house than there were a few hours ago. Which means the rest of the crew is back. Does that also mean…

“Hey, sugar. I was just lookin for you.”

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Duck’s glad his door is open, because otherwise Indrid would have smashed it to pieces dragging them both through it. He’d only gotten out the barest explanation before the taller man was kissing his face and tugging at his clothes, purring “mine” over and over again.

“Yep, all yours.” He shuts the door as Indrid mouths at his neck, “which also means you’re all mine.” He yanks Indrid’s black sweater up and over his head, sends the matching t-shirt after it a moment later. Indrid whines, fumbling with Duck’s dress shirt, and he gets an idea.

“Uh uh, only good boys who show me why they deserve it get to feel me up.”

Indrid groans into his shoulder, fisting the fabric of his jacket “What constitutes good behavior in this instance?”

“One sec, don’t go nowhere.” He starts to step past him, pauses to grips his chin and pull him into another kiss, “and no peekin.”

As he digs through his bag for the strap on he brought just in case, he keeps an eye on Indrid to be sure he’s following the directions. The taller man’s fingers twitch, but his head stays still. God, Duck is going to memorize the shape of each of the tattoos decorating his skin with his mouth.

“You did real good.” He slips around Indrid once more, resting his back on the wall. Indrid notices the new bulge in his pants and thuds to his knees.

“May I?”

“You better.”

Indrid undoes the button of his fly. Then he looks at Duck over the rim of his glasses as he takes the zipper between his teeth and pulls it down. When the black silicone of the strap breaks free, Indrid cocks his head as if unsure of his options. Duck doesn’t really have a plan--he just wants to be with him, to make him feel good and show him just what weeks of pent-up desire have done to him--but he’s starting to regret that choice.

Indrid flicks hair from his face and wraps his lips around the head of the cock experimentally. He hums, sucking on it a moment, then pulls back blushing, “This is going to sound strange but, ah, I, I really like that. It’s such a lovely texture on my tongue, it’s, it’s almost soothing to suck.”

“Guess you better keep suckin it then, huh?” Duck runs the fingers of his right hand through Indrid’s hair.

“Is that really alright? It can’t feel like much on your end.”

“Don’t mean it ain’t fun to watch. But, uh” he touches the edge of Indrid’s red glasses, “it okay if I take these off?”

Indrid nods and Duck slides them free, tucks them into his breast pocket for safekeeping as Indrid draws the cock into his mouth again. He focuses on the head at first, humming and moaning as it bumps his cheek. Then Duck sees him swallow and relax the muscles of his jaw as he presses closer. Little puffs of breath tickle Duck’s skin as Indrid gets most of the cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing and head bobbing as he sucks. Hungry noises burlbe up his throat, and the more he lets himself go the messier he becomes, spit coating his lips and eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

“Okay, I lied.”

Brown eyes shoot him a disbelieving look.

“This ain’t fun. This is one of the hottest fuckin things I’ve ever seen.”

Indrid wiggles happily on his knees, left hand dropping to rubs his own cock through his jeans.

“Needy little thing, gotta have somethin down your throat and around your dick at the same time.”

“MMMhhmmm” Indrid purrs, the picture of filthy perfection.

“If, if you swallow the whole thing, I’ll let you finger-fuck me.”

Both hands fly to his thighs with an excited moan. Indrid’s brow crinkles with determination as he slowly, carefully brings his lips to the base of the toy. Duck groans out “good boy” and shoves his pants down, Indrid helping to drag them to his ankles. Indrid keeps his left hand on Duck’s hip while the right hovers below his folds. Duck takes it, the toy making the angle a bit awkward, and guides it against him.

“Start with one.”

Indrid nods, moans reverently as he obeys. Duck curses, looks down to find Indrid watching him attentively. Duck is going to wreck him. Then he’s going to cuddle him to sleep and wonder at the fact he got this lucky.

“You’re doin’ great, sugar. Promise I’ll tell you if you need to adjustOH, ohyeah” he lets his head rest against the chipped white of the door, “that’s the spot. Fuck it, add one more, Ahfuck, yeah, those artists fingers are fuckin perfect for this.”

Another purr and then a sharp, choked noise. Duck looks down, realizing he rolled his hips without meaning to. Before he can apologize, Indrid grips his thigh and shakes his head.

“You like that?”

“Mmhhmmm” Indrid traces a heart on his belly.

“You’ll pull off you need to?”

“Mhmmmm.” Indrid curls his fingers as his stretched lips manage to grin.

“Fuck!” Duck giggles, “okay, if my darlin wants his face fucked, that’s what he’ll get.” He keeps a hand on Indrid’s shoulder as he lets loose, grunts and curses mingling with the increasingly wet moans of his cock claiming Indrid’s throat. Soon he’s out of words, too busy with the sight of himself forcing Indrid’s lips apart as he tightens around his fingers. Handjobs are a toss-up for him most days; sometimes they work, other times he can’t cum from them at all. It turns out what makes it very easy to do so is-

“‘Drid, fuck, fuck, sugar, yeah, right there, rightthererightthere ohfuckyeah.” He cums, jerking his hips hard enough to punch a new, high sound from Indrid’s throat. The other man pulls off, rests his cheek on Duck’s belly with shuddery, satisfied sighs.

“Y’know” Duck unbuttons his shirt from the bottom up so Indrid can more easily nuzzle the skin there, “I had this whole plan where I was gonna fuck you with this and then ride your face to cum.”

“I’m not opposed.” Indrid grins, bouncing a bit.

“Yeah, but I’ve only got one in me tonight. So” He tosses the shirt away, pulls off the harness as Indrid nibbles his hips, “if you wanna cum, you’re gonna have to do all the work.”

An edge enters his smile, “I can manage that.”

Duck hits the floor with a whump, Indrid trapping him on his back and climbing atop him, all the while kissing him with abandon.

“May I fuck you?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Condom?”

“Dop kit, bathroom, aw come back.”

“Patience, sweetheart” Indrid blows him a kiss, returns a few moments later doing an inelegant dance to kick his jeans and boxers away, “got one!”

“Good, now get back down here before I-AHfuck!” Indrid is on him and in him so fast it knocks his breath away.

“Before what? You’re not going anywhere, you’re mine, alllllll mine.” He drags kisses across Duck’s cheek, then bites his chapped lip as he looks down at him, “right?”

“You know it, nnng, fuck, that’s it sugar, be a good boy and cum for me. Fuck, darlin, wanted this so bad.” He locks his fingers into silver hair to keep Indrid in kissing distance as the other man whimpers, thrusts shallow and rabbity.

“Want you too, so much, I’ll be worth it, I swear, I’ll be good, I’ll, I’ll make you so happy.”

Duck rests their foreheads together, “You already do.”

There’s a high, gasping moan, almost like a chirp, and Indrid rides out his orgasm in drawn-out rolls of his hips. Then he collapses, laughing, on Duck’s chest.

“I, I’m sorry, I just never thought I’d get this. Someone wanting me. Choosing me.”

“I mean, I went on a T.V show to find love, so I know a little somethin about that fear. But I also know findin you is better than anythin I ever imagined.”

“Likewise.” Indrid nestles closer, one hand reaching out to hold Duck’s where it’s flopped on the rug.

“...You realize this means there’s a fifty-fifty chance your brother will win.”

Indrid shrugs, lifts his head to smile at Duck, “I leave that to Vincent. I already got my prize.”

[miraculous786]

The Protector’s End

Masterlist

"The paparazzi are going to have a field day with this."

Dick turned to who had spoken, only to see Tim holding a camera out to capture what was in front of him. There, only a few metres opposite them both, were three teens, all with their eyes closed as an indication of their slumber.

They were on a wide wooden bench, and were positioned in such a way that had Marinette laying across both Damian and Felix's laps as they also leaned on one another by the shoulders.

Tim clicked a quick photo. His older brother watched as he began to type something out on his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Making a Tweet."

"Wait, really?" he asked. "I don't think Baby Bird would want us to out his relationship like that."

Jason snorted from behind them. "What relationship? As far as they're aware, theirs is completely platonic."

"...Seriously? But, but they cuddle all day! There's no way they could be that oblivious."

"Oh, they are."

The siblings all tilted their heads down to Adrien, who had dryly commented the words. His features had an expression that could best be described as done with the world.

"Hey, squirt. How's it going?"

"Great!" the model enthused. "Aunt Selina and Bruce are talking about some French partnership, and so I decided to come here instead."

Dick gained a nervous look. "Oh, really? Geez, that sounds boring. So boring, in fact, that there is no need to wonder which French company they're gonna expose after partnering up with them!"

"Way to be subtle, Dickiebird," Jason muttered. "It's not as if he's gonna believ-"

"Yeah, you're right - I never liked business stuff in the first place either. Anyway, I'm gonna go call Kagami and see if she wants to hang out. Later, guys!"

"Later!" the oldest there bid. "And make sure to be home by six!"

"Okay!"

They all watched him stroll out of sight, before turning to face each other. Dick groaned, "Ugh, I hate Gabriel Agreste..."

"That makes two of us."

Marinette's eyes glimmered in amusement as she watched the boys rush to act like they weren't startled by her presence. Behind her, Damian and Felix were stood with blank looks.

"I know what you're planning~" she recited in a sing-song tone.

"W-What? As if you do, Pixie! It, it was supposed to be a secret!"

"Well..." the baker drawled, hand poised at her chin. "I want in."

Jason blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. I want in to smash Gabriel Agreste to the ground for hurting Adrien."

"Mari, are you sure?" Dick quizzed, then elaborated, "Cause what we're going to do will probably hurt Adrien a lot. I don't want him to blame you for anything."

"Listen, guys," she began to explain. "We're doing what's best for him. I mean, if I was living under the same roof as a terrorist, I would want to get out of there as fast as possible. Wouldn't you?"

There was a chorus of nods.

"Besides...me and Adrien have already talked about suing Gabriel for child neglect, but couldn't get around to it. He was deadset on it, trust me. I'm sure if he learnt that we're exposing him just like he planned to before, he wouldn't be mad."

"Yeah, but...outing his own father as Hawk Moth too? Surely the backlash would hurt him a lot, right?"

Marinette scoffed. "Backlash? Please, as if there'll be anyone left to hurt my Kitty after me and a few other vigilantes have dealt with them."

"Great minds think alike, Pixie-Pop," Jason piped up with a grin.

Damian rolled his eyes at the joke, yet blushed when Felix give him a silent, knowing look.

"Oh, Tim, I forgot to tell you something! I've started making the suit that you commissioned a few days ago."

She was met with silence.

"Tim?"

He didn't lose his wide eyes or shocked face. He only mumbled something beneath his breath.

"What?"

"Adrien's meeting up with someone..." he repeated again at a quiet pitch.

"Yeah..." Dick agreed, confused. "And...?"

"Adrien's meeting up with a girl..."

There was a moment without anyone speaking.

"What?"

"Timbers, call Bruce to be quick signing those adoption papers, now!"

"Guys, nO-"

They ignored Marinette's protests, and instead sped off with their phones out, leaving her to sigh in frustration. However, the two chuckles and arms that wrapped around her waist and shoulders made her squeak and blush, annoyance completely forgotten.

~*~*~

"Adrien, stoooooopp..." Marinette whined.

The blond's only response was to hug her tighter, and increase the volume of his purrs. They could be heard all around them, and soon became the only noise in the room.

"You deserve some rest after that fight, Bug."

"No," she denied with a pout. "I want to celebrate with everyone else."

Adrien let out a sigh. He closed his eyes and rumbled again, yet this time let the purrs out in strong waves that made his friend's eyelids relax. She weakly attempted to push him back, but he simply chuckled and placed her hand to the side.

"I hate you," she mumbled, just before drifting off into slumber.

"I love you too~"

He grinned as he watched her breathing settle, then glanced to the door leading out. With a smile, he settled a few soft blankets over her form - which she cuddled into contentedly - and made his way to the exit.

"Is she sleeping?"

"Yup."

"...I assumed that you were bluffing about having a method of getting her to rest."

"Nope. The purrs work every time."

Damian rose a brow, choosing to nod instead of questioning his judgement. "Her class is estimated to come within the next few minutes. I suggest we make our way down now."

The teen reached out to hold Felix's hand, as he sauntered to the elevator at the end of the hallway. They were currently in the Mayor's hotel, thanks to the wealth and money of Bruce Wayne himself.

"Hey...can I ask you guys a question?" Adrien asked, just as he pressed the button leading to the ground floor.

Two heads nodded at him to carry on.

"Your nicknames are 'Star' and 'Moon', right?" he started, not noticing them flush slightly. "Why isn't Marinette called something like 'Sun' or 'Sunshine'?"

Felix's lips twitched up. "Marinette herself went against the idea because of you, Adrien. She told us that she viewed you as the Sun, and that no one could compare."

The elevator dinged, breaking him out of his thoughts as metal doors slid open. The sight in front of him made him groan.

Dozens of reporters were crowded about the hotel lobby, microphones out and notepads drawn. Cameras were pointed at not only them but the entrance of the place, where a group of classmates suddenly entered.

Alya, who had been the first to come in, made eye contact with the couple ahead. She watched in confusion as people swarmed about them both, though particularly around the one with black hair.

Felix held an arm out, that soon became intertwined with Damian's.

"Ready to avenge, my Star?"

Damian's mouth twisted into a small grin. "Anything for you and our Angel, my Moon."

The crowd went wild.

~*~*~

And we’ve reached the end! :D Thank you to @freshbark for creating the request that started this all!

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

so i kinda really frightened myself in the dark again and seeing tsundere mothman is back... made me think of a scenario...

imagine getting scared of the dark one night, and there are loud sounds or just strange background noises (could be extremely windy or the rain is making off-putting sounds, i'd say thunder but that's too easy </3) and you cling onto Foul Legacy of all things. maybe his shadow scared you at first but once you know that it's him, you just quietly sneak up to him and hold him close, burying your face onto that fluffy moth fuzz~ even if he's acting all grumpy and seems to be "annoyed" that you're even clinging onto him for comfort and practically refusing to let go, the thought of him being soft and trying to comfort you while you're scared one night... my heaartt...

oh dear, i hope you're feeling better anon!!! i'm giving you a big ol' hug through the screen <33

i like to think that Foul Legacy is a little bit nocturnal- he can sleep at night, but he doesn't have to, as long as he makes up those hours during the day. so when you jolt at the howling wind and the pitch-black of the night, there's no one in the room with you, and you hastily bury yourself underneath your blankets, shivering. he comes to check on you, as he often does, thinking you're asleep, and you nearly jump out of your skin when you happen to peek at his monstrous shadow stretching across the floor. but quickly you realize it's just him- it's just your grumpy moth friend- and leap into his arms, hugging his waist. he almost goes to remove you until he realizes that you're shaking, and his hiss of annoyance turns into a soft whine of concern

Legacy carefully gathers you into his arms, allowing you to lean your head against his fluffy lilac fur and gently running his claws up and down your back. if you weren't so exhausted and frazzled you might question why he's being so sweet, when he usually can't stand you, but right now all you know is that he's warm and soft and comforting, and you snuggle into his grip. he takes you back over to your bed, but you're nearly asleep in his arms, his quiet purrs muffling the sound of the wind outside. so he sits on the bed with you leaning against his chest, patting your head and letting out soft croons whenever you shift. the top of your head is pressed against his throat, the rumbles of his purrs relaxing your tense muscles, and deep in the throes of sleep, you hum in satisfaction, stress bleeding out of your body as you exhale. Foul Legacy trills quietly when he sees your sleepy smile, nestling down for his own nap as he holds you close

of course, the next morning you wake up alone again, but there's the distinct memory of someone warm and soft cradling you through the night, purring and purring until your fears dissolved into mist

[psychocat666]

Peter's mistake

Mpreg

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!TW! DRUNK SEX

This was a mistake... God this was a huge mistake, Peter was crying on his bathroom with a positive pregnancy test in hand, it was rare for guys to get pregnant, but apparently the universe hated Peter and wanted to see him suffer for some reason!

We need to start from the beginning for this to make more sense. Peter was pregnant with Tony Stark's child... You know, Peter's mentor and father figure! Peter knew he shouldn't have gone to the party Tony invited him, he knew it would be better if he stayed home, but he went to it, that was a huge mistake. Honestly the beginning was great, he drank a bit even though he wasn't 21 yet, but Tony allowed, so he drank and talked to some avengers, they asked him about college and life. It was all great he got a bit drunk, but it was very fun, and he really felt like he was a part of the team, and then it happened.

Tony walked to Peter putting an arm around Peter's shoulder, and Peter couldn't help but blush at that he had a crush on his mentor after all. The man let out a chuckle, and it was very clear that Tony was drunk making Steve roll his eyes.

“Hey Petey!” the older man chuckled nuzzling his nose on Peter's neck, the young man blushes more at that looking at his mentor.

“Tony you should sleep” Peter had worry on his voice, Tony groans rolling his eyes “Lets go” He said guiding his mentor to the elevator, people said their goodbyes to Peter as the elevator door closed, Tony chuckled nibbling at Peter's neck, the boy squeaks in surprise looking at Tony with wide eyes, the man just smirked.

“I know you like it baby” Tony purrs out, Peter felt himself getting hard, shit! He had to deny the man, he wasn't on the right state of mind.

“Mr Stark, s-sir we can't” he let out a moan as the man kissed down his neck, Peter's leg trembled at that... Maybe... Maybe Tony would mind it would be just one time right? He thought as the elevator doors opened. Tony instantly grabbed Peters hard dick through his pants and Peter let's out a loud moan as the man groped him “oh! Yes! Oh! Mr stark more” Peter moans out as the older took him to the master bedroom.

“Good boy Peter” Tony groans in Peter's ear as he laid the boy down on the bed, Peter just let it happen, if this was his chance to get with Tony at least once he would take it, he opened his legs as Tony took off his pants “Fuck Peter such a good boy” Tony rubs Peter thighs, making the young man moan.

“Please, oh, please fuck me! I want you inside” Peter whines, Tony chuckles grabbing the lube on the bedside table and pouring it in his fingers, making the boy open his legs wider.

“Fuck I always wanted to fuck your tight little hole” Tony groans putting a finger in his mentee, slowly fingering the boy.

“More!! I can take it Tony I finger myself open all the Time” Peter let out, all he wanted was the man's heavy dick in him, he dreamed of it, so often it hurt. Tony moans at Peter's words adding two extra fingers in the boy's needy hole.

“Tell me what you think of when you finger yourself?” Tony said slowly getting his fingers in and out.

“I think of you fucking me sir” Peter let's out looking at the man's eyes, tony smirked and kissed Peter, it was messy and passionate, both man were grabbing each other as the kissed, Tony separated their lips making Peter let out a needy whine, Tony chuckles at that and slowly took off his pants making Peter bite his lower lip in anticipation, Peter moans at the sight of the other man's dick, it was as big as tabloids described it to be (not that Peter read those...). “Put it in please!!” Peter groans looking into the eyes of the man he loved.

“Okay sweetie” Tony winked at Peter and got inside the boy slowly, and Peter moaned loudly this was a dream came true... Tony felt so good inside him, he felt so full as the older's man cock got in him “Baby you are so tight” The older man groans into Peter ear, he didn't move for a bit letting Peter get used to the dick inside him, but soon Tony started moving slowly and Peter whined.

“Yes sir! Please go faster!” Peter lets out, Tony chuckled and kissed Peter's lips softly moving faster, Peter held onto Tony's back and scratched it making the man moans loudly, oh, that would definitely leave a mark. Tony went fast, soon he also started sucking on his lover's neck and Peter moans loudly wishing his super healing didn't work anymore, so he would have this marks longer.

After minutes Peter felt his orgasm coming, he moans looking up at Tony, he had put his own marks at the older man not only the scratches but also a few hickeys down his neck “Sir I'm going to cum” Peter moans loudly Tony chuckled.

“Yeah baby, let's come together” Tony groans into Peter's ear, and the boy came all over Tony's chest, Peter soon felt Tony filling him up and all he could do was smile, everything was great and it always would be great

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“Peter we need to forget this happened” yeah... It wasn't fucking great, they had just woken up, and they were already discussing, Tony using the dumb argument that Peter was too young and that it would be better of the boy found someone his age, Peter should have said how he felt but no he just started crying, like an idiot he just cried and ran away , he wondered how it would have been if he actually told how he felt... If he has actually talked instead of screaming at the man, maybe things would have turned out better.

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Now Peter was on the cold bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test in hand, tears running down his face... He hasn't talked to Tony since that day, what would the man think if Peter came up after five weeks saying he was pregnant? Would Tony hate him more?! The thoughts filled his head as he cried more... he had to tell Tony he couldn't just hide it from the man this was actually really serious. Peter took a deep breath and got up, he had to get ready to see Tony.

An hour later Peter was at the elevator up to Tony's penthouse, Tony was quick to let him in so the man really wanted to see him, Peter felt a smile on his face maybe Tony liked him. Peter walked in, and he was about to call out to Tony when he felt strong arms hug him.

“Peter!” The man smiled wide, and Peter couldn't help but smile back “I... I am sorry I didn't call you or try to text you” the man seemed genuinely upset about it and Peter cut him off.

“I also didn't talk to you...” Peter took a deep breath he had to tell Tony, he was nervous, but he had to tell Tony “Tony... I need to tell you something” Peter never called the man by his first name, so Tony instantly knew whatever this was it was very serious.

“Yes? What do you want to tell me?” the man asked looking at Peter, the young man took another deep breath.

“... I... I am pregnant” Peter said looking down, he felt his eyes getting hot as tears started forming, he then felt Tony's hand on his cheek Tony had a look of shock on his face, but as the man opened his moth to speak Peter started speaking again “I don't regret what we did! I liked it, I always wanted to do it... And I like you!” he said sobbing and hid nose started to run, god he felt so ugly crying like that in front of Tony “But I know you don't like me back... I know you regret it” he hiccups trembling a bit as he felt the world collapse around him, but then he felt Tony hug him tightly.

“Peter I don't regret it either...” the man said softly “I like you so much Peter, but I didn't want you to feel forced to stay with me after what we did...” Tony kissed Peter's forehead softly making the boy smile “I'm sorry for what I said that day... And about the pregnancy you should be the one deciding what to do” Tony murmured, Peter looked into Tony's eyes and smiled.

“If I'm with you... I want to keep them” Peter smiled and Tony chuckled kissing Peter's lips softly.

“Then it's decided, but we are not naming them after a character you like” Peter laughs softly at that, this wasn't a mistake after all.

[bugaboosandbees]

Justice Over All Part 1

Okay. Here is the Ladybug-episode-divergence Princess Justice fic that I promised!

I’m still a bit sick, but I wanted to get something out before the end of the weekend. I eventually decided to just split this monster into parts. It should be two or three parts long, depending on what people want to see. 

As per usual, if you’d like to be tagged, shoot me a note/message/ask! 

Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Marinette

“Princess Justice, I am Scarlet Moth.”

No, no, no, NO! This couldn’t be happening. She could feel him seeping into her mind like a puddle of oil, turning her already turbulent emotions up to 11 until she wanted to scream and cry and shout and punch something all at the same time. 

“--nette! Marinette!”

She dimly realized that she’d sunk to her knees, hands were clamped tightly over her ears. She felt a light pressure on her shoulders and forced her eyes open, trying her best to shove Hawkmoth’s voice to the back of her mind. Adrien. Because of course it was him kneeling before her, hands on her shoulders and emerald eyes looking so concerned.

“Marinette, don’t listen to him! You can fight it. You’re the strongest person that I know. Please, Marinette!” He looked close to tears.

She tried her best to focus on him, to calm down, assure herself that there was some way to fix this -- to prove that she hadn’t… And then she saw Lila over his shoulder, smirking victoriously and the rage and sadness broke through the walls she’d tried to build in her mind. Not yet -- she frantically scrambled to get her earrings off -- she couldn’t let them --

She pressed them into Adrien’s hand and shoved him away from her as the darkness overtook her vision.

“Yes, Scarlet Moth.”

Adrien

No! Adrien pressed himself up against the lockers behind him as the bubbling red cloud swept over Marinette’s hunched form. When it cleared, his friend was gone -- in her place stood an imposing lady in red. Her pigtails had grown longer and darker and moved through the air like pools of negative space. She was blindfolded with fabric as red as blood and held a wickedly sharp sword in one hand and a set of scales in the other. Her head tilted in his direction and something that almost passed for a smile twisted her lips.

“Thank you for trying Adrien, but I am Princess Justice now, and I will have my vengeance.” The armored heels of her boots clicked across the locker room floor as she followed the other akumas out, no doubt starting to hunt for Lila who had slipped out of the room sometime after she had succumbed to Hawkmoth’s control.

For a second he couldn’t move, couldn’t think. He was going to have to fight Marinette. He wasn’t sure if he could -- and there was another army of akumas and how was he --

“Adrien!”

He sharply shook his head and looked forward. Chloe and Alya were looking at him with concern.

“Come on,” Chloe said. “We should get to my hotel. Ladybug will be looking for me and it will be safer for you guys there too. Sabrina ran ahead to tell Daddy what’s going on so he won’t be stupid and get akumatized again like last time.”

“I… err…” He couldn’t go with her -- his Lady would need him. His Princess already needed him. “I should get home. Father worries if I’m not safe during attacks and I don’t have my phone, so I can’t tell him I’ll be somewhere else.” Did that sound good enough?

Chloe looked at him doubtfully, but before she could speak again, Alya cut in.

“Right before she was akumatized, Marinette gave you something. Why would she do that?”

Adrien suddenly took notice of his right hand, still wrapped into a fist around something that was pressing uncomfortably into his palm. He loosened his fingers to reveal a pair of very familiar earrings, and his heart stopped.

A bright light emanated from the earrings in his palm and all three teens covered their eyes. When it dimmed, Tikki was floating in the air above his palm, looking absolutely distraught. She immediately flew towards him and hugged his neck as best as she could with her small arms, without seeming to notice the two other girls in the room, eyes blown wide as the recognized what was obviously a Ladybug-themed kwami that had appeared out of Marinette’s earrings.  

Their shock was only exacerbated when a dark shape flew out of Adrien’s jacket towards Tikki as if yanked by a magnet, wrapping small arms around her and starting to purr.

Adrien closed his eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again, staring determinedly at Chloe and Alya, both of whom he had never actually seen at a loss for words. If the situation had been less grim, it might have been funny.

“You can’t tell anyone,” he said with all the seriousness he could muster even as he raised a hand to comfort the two kwamis curled up in the crook of his neck. He couldn’t process right now. He’d think about everything that had occurred in the last two minutes later, but if he tried to think about it now, he’d shut down and he couldn’t do that. He looked down at Plagg wrapping himself around Tikki as if physically trying to hold her together.

“Plagg?” he questioned softly. His normally caustic kwami looked at him with sad green eyes that already knew what he was going to say. “I think we need to find the Guardian.”

Alya

Marinette was Ladybug. Ever since a kwami -- Ladybug’s kwami -- had materialized out of her best friend’s earrings, Alya felt as though her world had been turned on its head. Everything suddenly made absolutely no sense, and yet more sense than it ever had before. Of course, Ladybug wouldn’t choose someone she hardly knew to wield a miraculous. That would be too unpredictable a situation and Ladybug, above all else, was a strategist. It explained how Marinette had been able to get her an interview with Ladybug, and how she always seemed to disappear when an akuma attacked. It explained -- no.

“Lila’s a liar! I saw Ladybug call her out!”

“A good journalist always checks her sources.”

“It was Lila! Lila framed me!”

“Don’t jump to conclusions.”

Alya saw red. She dug her nails into her palms, focusing on the dull pain as she counted backward from ten. No. She had already failed Marinette -- her best friend, her hero -- once. She wouldn’t fail her again by getting akumatized. She looked up at Adrien. He looked just as shaken as she felt.

“You two need to hide,” he eventually said. “I need to go and find the Guardian -- tell him what happened and -- I don’t know. Hopefully, he’ll know what to do.”

Alya bristled at the thought of being sidelined when her best friend was hurt and when it was partially her fault -- but before she could speak, Chloe scoffed and cut in.

“Please, Adrikins. There’s an actual army of akumas loose in the city. You’re going to need all the backup you can get to even reach the guardian. I’m coming with you, and I guess Cesiare can too.” Alya saw a strange, determined glint in the blonde’s eyes. Huh. Perhaps being Queen Bee had been good for her.

“But --”

“No.” This time it was Alya’s turn. “Even if it’s supposed to be a secret, it doesn’t matter at this point. If we don’t fix this, Hawkmoth wins. You need all the help you can get.”

Adrien glanced down at the Plagg and received a hesitant nod. He took a deep breath. “Alright, let’s go.”

Chloe

Dupain-Cheng was Ladybug. Scarlet Moth was back, he’d unleashed another army of akumas, and Ladybug was one of them. Hell if Chloe knew how to unpack all of that at the moment. Fortunately, growing up as the daughter of Audrey Bourgeois had taught her to compartmentalize. That was good. It looked like Adrien -- Chat Noir -- and Cesiare were having trouble right now.  She could have an existential crisis about bullying the idol that had trusted her with superpowers later.

“Alright. Now, where is this Guardian? We need to come up with a plan to get to wherever he is without getting hit or captured by any akumas. We don’t know exactly who has been akumatized yet, but we should probably assume that everyone we don’t run into in person is an active akuma. We’ll have to get there as civilians, but that could work to our advantage -- we’ll be less of a target.” The steadiness in her voice surprised her. It appeared to surprise Adrien and Cesaire as well. Cesaire looked a bit sour that Chloe had said something before she had, but Adrien appeared happy that someone else was willing to take charge.

Adrien softly grabbed Tikki and Plagg and deposited them in his hair, mussing it around them to hide them. “I don’t know where the guardian is, so you’re going to have to guide us.”

“Alright, kid.” She heard Plagg say. “Let’s go.”

The three teens moved cautiously toward the locker room door. Just before they reached it, it slammed open from the outside. Chloe quickly positioned herself in front of Adrien, noting with pleasure that Cesaire had done the same. It appeared that the Ladyblogger wasn’t totally incompetent. Admittedly, she wasn’t sure what they could do against and akuma, but they could at least hopefully provide enough of a distraction that Adrien could get away.

“Dudes! Zombizou, Princess Fragrance, and Reflecta bused into the classroom and everyone got akumatized?! What happened?” The newcomer looked around. “Where’s Lila? And Marinette?”

The tension drained from her form -- it was just Lahiffe.

Cesaire relaxed out of her own fighting stance and gave her boyfriend a long look. “A lot happened. We’ll fill you in on the way.”

The “way” turned out to be a winding path through at least two arrondissements, ending at a movie theatre of all places. They’d stuck to small alleys as much as possible, moving as quietly as possible to avoid the scarlet akumas they occasionally saw nearby and overhead. Chloe wasn’t the only one who had let out a quiet curse when the group had seen Dark Cupid flying above them. She remembered how Dark Cupid had almost caused Hawkmoth’s victory on Heroes’ Day. Even if they made it to the Guardian, they’d have to be careful.

It came as no surprise that the movie theatre that the kwamis had led them to was deserted. In unspoken agreement, the group moved as far from the glass front doors as possible once inside. They couldn’t chance a passing akuma seeing them.

“Master? Master?” Adrien whisper-hissed as loudly as he dared into the empty lobby. When a familiar Hawaiian shirt moved out from behind the central kiosk, he nearly fainted from relief.

For her part, Chloe was less than impressed. The so-called “Guardian of the Miraculous” was four-foot-nothing, looked like a strong wind would blow him over, and had the most atrocious fashion sense she’d ever seen outside an akuma. This impression was not improved when the old man fixed Adrien with a disapproving glare.

“Adrien, you know well that the miraculous are supposed to be kept secret. What is the meaning of this?”

Chloe could see the way he deflated, all too similar to the way he did when scolded by his asshole-emotionally-manipulative father. Oh hell no, no on her watch.

“Excuse me, Monsieur Guardian,” She cut across the old man before he could continue to badger Adrien. “He didn’t exactly have much of a choice. Have you looked outside lately? Thanks to a more startling than usual display of complete incompetence by several adults and what I can only assume is another Heroes’ Day-esque scheme of Hawkmoth’s, Ladybug has been akuamtized. We were there when it happened, and with an entire army of akumas loose in the city, we sure as hell weren’t going to let Paris’ only hope walk here alone.” Her arms were crossed over her chest and she leveled her very best Audrey Bourgeois glare at the small man.

He blanched, and Chloe used the opportunity to edge a bit more protectively in front of Adrien.

“Ladybug? Akumatized?” His frown grew deeper, and Chloe’s anger spiked again.

“If you’re going to try to blame her for this, don’t even fucking bother. I’ve literally never seen anyone with a more valid reason to be akumatized. She was framed, discredited, and expelled from school in the span of about five minutes. In case it escaped your notice, she’s fucking fifteen. She’s allowed to have feelings.” She was aware of Adrien, as well as Cesaire and Lahiffe openly gaping at her back. She was a bit surprised at her vehement defense of Dupain-Cheng… Marinette, herself. She didn’t quite know how she felt about everything yet, but she figured that if the girl she’d bullied for years could trust her with literal superpowers on a repeat basis, she could defend her against a man that she could already tell had a severe holier-than-thou complex.

“Now,” she continued, “are you going to help us fix this mess, or are you going to continue blaming two people who’ve done nothing to cause it?”

Adrien

Ever since he’d seen Tikki emerge from Marinette’s earrings, he’d been in shock. His Lady was his Princess, and he’d failed both sides of her. She’d been akumatized because he’d been too naive to see that Lila’s lies were hurting the most important person in his life. He… he wasn’t sure that he could fight her. He hadn’t expected Chloe to step up and take charge so effectively, but he’d been more relieved than he’d like to admit that he could stand back, listen to Plagg’s quiet, reassuring murmurs in his ear, and try to forget that because of his own negligence he’d have to fight his Lady. Maybe it was cowardly, but he just couldn’t -- When Master Fu looked at him with such disapproval, he could feel his breath start to come faster and faster. Oh God, he’d failed. He was a terrible excuse for a Black Cat, and Master Fu was going to take his miraculous back --

The almost panic-attack was cut off by a sharp pressure on his arm. He looked down to see Plagg staring up at him with concern and shook himself out of whatever state he’d been in, just in time to hear Chloe’s impassioned defense of his Lady.

No sooner than she had finished speaking, Plagg cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself. “She’s right, you know. You may be the Guardian, but don’t forget that you never finished your formal training.” The Black Cat kwami spoke with an unusually cold and serious tone. “I shouldn’t need to remind you that you’re not infallible. I will not let another set of chosen be destroyed because you refused to believe that someone could know better than you. Bring my chosen the miracle box.”

Master Fu opened and closed his mouth several times, unsure of how to respond. He looked to a turtle kwami who had emerged to perch on his shoulder, but the kwami merely averted their eyes. Deflating, Master Fu turned around and pulled the box out from a compartment underneath the kiosk. As he opened it and presented it to Adrien, Plagg cut in once more.

“And, so help me, if anything happens to Tikki’s bug because of this…” He let the sentence hang, staring at Fu in a way that made Adrien want to step back.  

Master Fu paled but looked at Adrien. “Adrien Agreste,” his voice shook only slightly. “Your mission to protect Paris has never been more dire. You must choose allies that you can trust to fight beside you. After the battle is done, you must return the miraculous for safekeeping.”

He stared at the box laid out before him -- unimaginable power glinting up at him in the form of seemingly innocuous jewelry. Was this how Ladybug -- Marinette -- felt every time she had to find allies for them? He’d once envied her the Guardian’s secrets, but standing here before the box, he took it all back. What if he chose wrong? He didn’t know who any of the other heroes were besides Luka and Kagami and --

“I --” he paused, voice cracking. “I don’t know who the other heroes are, Master. What if I choose wrong --”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alya and Nino step up beside him, matching gentle smiles on their faces.

“Rena Rouge and Carapace reporting for duty.” They said together.

Adrien felt himself melt in relief. He gently lifted the fox miraculous out of the box and placed it in Alya’s hands. She fastened it around her neck as Master Fu handed the bracelet that had been around his wrist to Nino.

Adrien grabbed the Bee comb and looked back and Chloe, who was staring at her feet.

“I can’t.” She whispered.

Alya bristled. “After all this, you don’t want to help her?”

Chloe looked up to reveal eyes glistening with tears. “You all saw Dark Cupid out there! Hawkmoth knows that I’m Queen Bee. If I come, I’ll be more of a liability than a help.”

Adrien looked down at the comb in his hand. She was right, but then who --?

Master Fu cleared his throat. “If I may make a suggestion,” he said tentatively. “Miss. Bourgeois is correct that it is too risky for her to again become the Bee. However, if my memory serves me, there is another hero that can no longer wield her miraculous for the same reason. Judging by her earlier behavior, I believe that Miss. Bourgeois would be an excellent match for Longg, while the girl who was Ruukyo would suit Pollen quite well.”

Chloe looked shocked, but Adrien grinned widely, grabbing the Dragon choker and handing it to Chloe. As soon as her hands touched it, a brilliant light burst from it, and a dragonlike kwami -- Longg -- appeared. He stared at Chloe appraisingly for a moment and grinned approvingly.

“Yes,” he said, practically purring, “This one suits me quite nicely. A leader wise enough to know when it is practical to step back. I will enjoy guiding you to greatness, fledgling.”

Adrien turned back to the miraculous box as Chloe properly met her kwami while Alya and Nino got re-acquainted with theirs. He grabbed the Bee’s comb and the Snake’s bracelet from the box before closing it, a new wellspring of confidence running through him.

He had a team of people he trusted at his back. They would succeed. They had to.

Alya

Alya never thought she’d see the day that she’d feel reassured by the presence of Chloe Bourgeois, but in light of everything else that had happened in the past half an hour, she supposed it might be the least strange thing that had happened that day. She was impressed by how the other girl had handled the Guardian (boy if she hadn’t wanted to give him a piece of her mind as well) and she certainly didn’t expect Chloe to turn down being Queen Bee. When she heard the blonde’s reasoning, she was even more surprised.

While the Guardian suggested a bit of a miraculous swap, she leaned towards Nino, grabbing his hand gently to draw his attention away from Wayzz.

“Yeah, babe?”

She looked into his eyes. “We can’t make the same mistake that we made on Heroes’ Day, Nino. If one of us gets hit, the other needs to stay focused on the mission, okay?” For a moment, it looked like he was going to argue, but she cut him off. “Please, Nino. I -- I already messed up so bad. I need to know that even if I’m out of commission, you’ll protect her. Okay?”

The fight left him, and he sobered. “Alright Al. I promise.”

Grateful that she had secured his promise, she turned her attention back to the room. Chloe was quietly talking with a small red dragon kwami, and Adrien had the Bee comb and another miraculous she didn’t recognize in his hands.

“Alright,” he spoke. She was grateful that it looked like he’d gotten some of his confidence back. They’d all been pretty shaken to see Marinette akumatized, but she was his partner, and he’d taken it the worst of them all. “I need the three of you to find Marinette. Figure out where she is, and keep her distracted. I’m going to go get some more help.” He paused. “Be careful. She might not have her earrings right now, but she’s still Ladybug. She’s the best of all of us -- this won’t be easy.”

“You can count on us,” said Chloe. Alya and Nino nodded, and Adrien flashed them a grin.

“Plagg, claws out!” he was out the door of the movie theatre in a flash of green light.

Alya looked to her right at Nino and to her left at Chloe. An unspoken understanding passed between the three teens. “Let’s go,” she said.

“Wayzz, shell on!”

“Trixx, let’s pounce!”

“Longg, bring the storm!”

[2manyfandoms2count]

#MarichatMay Day 7

Another submission because the procrastination is strong in this one *points to self*. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy this piece!

(And again thanks @marichatmay!)

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Day 7: Disguise

“You know the Agreste superhero ball is tonight, right?” 

Chat Noir was lying on Marinette’s sofa, completely relaxed as his favourite civilian paced around the room, flicking through the pages of her notebook.

“Thanks, Sherlock.” She shot him a dark glare.

That cat would be the death of her. How weak had she been, accepting his invitation as his date? She’d worked all week to plant the foundations of a lie that would have justified her absence with her friends. On Monday, she had started to cough. On Tuesday, she’d pretended to sniffle all day. Wednesday she’d maintained her act, complete with a non-faked tiredness from working on her Ladybug dress overnight. The coup de grâce came on Friday: she had used Tikki’s powers to fake a small fever. The Kwami had disapproved at first, but had changed her mind when she had seen how stressed her carrier was at the prospect of juggling between Marinette and her Miraculous persona all night. Was it wrong to want to be just Ladybug for an evening?

That night, though, Chat had paid her a little visit, having heard through the “cat-vine” that she hadn’t been “feeline” well. Except that instead of finding her feverish and buried under a pile of covers, she’d been running around fixing up a characteristically red and black, Ancient Egyptian-style dress. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe Ladybug is exploiting you for a disguise she doesn’t even need!!” He’d started dialling her on his baton, but Marinette had interrupted him.

“She’s not exploiting me, I’m very happy to be working on this dress,” she huffed. “And I promised my parents I’d spend the evening with them.”

“Oh but please, come tomorrow! Be my date? I purr-omise it will be fun!” He used the kitty eyes move she had trouble resisting with Manon, except his were much more enticing. She felt oddly drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. In that if she got too close, it wouldn’t end well.

“I’m not a super hero though, I’d need a disguise. And I don’t have time to make myself one.”

“Just take Ladybug’s. She won’t mind.” He shrugged.

“Yes, she will. She announced on TV that she would be wearing one of my creations. If she doesn’t, she won’t be in Gabriel Agreste’s good graces anymore.” She sat down on the floor and adjusted the dress’ hem. “She declined his offer to be dressed by him, you know.”

The mysterious designer had reached out during one of her patrols, offering her a tailored creation that would leave the “tout Paris” gaping. As much as she’d been dying to see him work, something had felt off. She didn’t know if it was that day’s biais of Mr Agreste, who’d once again refused to let Adrien join their crew for yet another activity, but as much as she admired the artist’s work, all she had seen was a man who prevented his son from leading a normal life. Besides, as she knew all too well, tailoring meant measurements, which could let out too much information regarding her real identity. She couldn’t afford the risk of Hawkmoth getting his hands on her physical specifications. 

“Why do you want me to go so badly anyway?” She asked the cat-boy. He was busy playing with a ball of yarn that was lying on the floor. 

“I don’t want to spend the night alone.” He lost interest in his toy, and his eyes glazed over as he looked into nothingness. A sort of fatigue seemed to have washed over him.

Marinette’s heart softened. He looked so sad she wanted to hug him. “You know you’re never alone, Chat. You’ve got Ladybug.”

“You’re nicer though, purr-incess” He looked at her, a small smile forming on his lips. “I like spending time with you, it’s... refreshing, being able to breathe for a bit, and have a proper chat with an actual human being. Ladybug’s always running around, I wish she’d slow down sometimes, you know?”

She thought about all the times she’d left Chat Noir hanging after akumatisations or even on patrols. So the reason why he was constantly trying to get her to go see a movie with him, or eat an ice cream, or just hang out, was actually to get her to relax? And to not be alone? She closed her eyes, thinking about how dense she’d been to his feelings. Of course Chat felt alone. She also did. It came with the job. 

It hadn’t been her intention to hurt him though. Most of the time there was a valid excuse as to why she had to bug-ger off (he rolled her eyes at the realisation that she was being contaminated by Chat’s puns). Like imminent detransformation. 

“Fine, then. I’ll go.” She had sighed, cursing her good heart and his persuasion skills. 

“Really?” His eyes had lit up, and he’d started dancing around the room, sing-songing his thanks. He’d dragged her along, hugging her tightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll bring your disguise. You can count on me!”

And she’d believed him. Because if Ladybug could always count on him, then so could Marinette.

But she wasn’t Ladybug.

“Oh come on, cheer up! It’s not like it’s a complete cat-astrophe. I still don’t understand why you won’t wear my disguise. Banana-noir has saved Paris at least a couple of times.” He smirked, eyeing the bright yellow suit that was hanging on Marinette’s mezzanine. “I even got it signed specially for you!”

Marinette glanced at the “stay peachy!” scribbled on the costume and sighed. 

“It’s one of the most important fashion events of the year. I’m representing my brand. I can’t go as a fruit!”

“Not a fruit: bananas are actually berries, you know.” Chat grinned.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

“How about Marino? He was a stylish character.” Chat asked absentmindedly.

She felt heat rise to her cheeks. She hadn’t interacted with Chat Noir that day in her civilian attire. Had he been there? At Adrien’s party? “What... How do you know about Marino?”

Chat’s cheeks burned up, and had the girl looked up she would had noticed the sheer panic in his eyes. “Um... At the end of the fight, I went inside the Agreste’s mansion to check if everything was okay. I... I saw you hiding behind a seat.” He breathed, trying to calm his tachycardic heart. “Strong disguise, but I’d recognise those pretty eyes of yours anywhere.” 

She almost snorted.  

“Thanks, but I’m afraid Marino won’t be making an appearance today.” 

“Everybody’s loss I guess.” He laughed awkwardly. That had been a close one. “Oh I know! Why don’t I go and get you the mouse Miraculous? You can pretend you copied the design. Or just own the fact that you ARE Multimouse. Bugaboo already made it clear she wouldn’t give it to you again because I know who you are, but I mean technically Paris doesn’t know.”

She thought about it. She doubted Master Fu would be willing to give out a Miraculous as a disguise even if it was for her, but she guessed there’d be no harm in trying. And she could actually whip up something like Multimouse’s costume in the short amount of time that separated her from the ball. She’d have to be careful about it, but there was a good chance she could make the double identity work. She could just make an appearance as Ladybug at the beginning of the night, “leave” and come back as Marinette. 

“That’s actually a good idea.”

“Ah see, I’m not just a purr-etty face!” Chat smiled. He leapt up and  made his way to the trapdoor.

“I’ll be late though, I wasn’t lying yesterday when I said I promised my parents a family night.”

“I’ll be waiting!” He kissed her hand, as he usually did Ladybug’s. “Can’t wait to see your designs. You know I’m your number one fan.” He winked.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks kitty.”

Later, as she was finishing her Multimouse outfit, she heard a knock. The trapdoor opened and she saw a black hand throw a small box on her bed. Before she could react she saw Chat Noir jump to a nearby roof, and disappear into the sunset.

She climbed to her bed and picked up the box. A note was stuck on it, reading:

I don’t want to bother you during Ladybug’s fitting/family night, but here is the promised disguise. Thank you for being the Souris to my Chat. Can’t wait to see you later, it’s going to be paw-some! xxx Your number 1 fan

She pocketed the box, and put the note away in a drawer, with Adrien’s poem. She had to take care of her Chaton, he was too purr-ecious to lose. But she’d need to find a way to stop using his puns all the time though. Because that simply wouldn’t do. 

[crazyrandomfucker]

Marichat May Day 22: Kiss

Summary:

As spring comes and the cat lazes around a certain bakers' daughter, magic and romance will spur when less expected.

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After some months of continuous autum and winter-themed akuma attacks, Chat Noir can happily say that he's very glad that spring would be comingin a motnh and a half, specially since Hawk Moth has been laying low for quite some time. Since Ladybug and Lordbug become quite more active as spring comes, they decided to handle the patrols by themselves to get rid of the extra energy that they end up with. Because of that, the cats now have some more free time and spend it visiting different people across Paris, visiting people in the hospitals and simply lazying around prepared to take any akuma that appears, but without doing the patrols. While Kitty prefers to laze around Arc de Triomphe where she can secretly spy Marin designing outdoors, Chat Noir prefers to laze around the bakery, usually getting in Marinette's alcony to talk with her and help her with anything he can do.

After several days of being visited by Chat noir, Marinette started to prepare by herself little snacks they could eat while they talk. At the same time, Chat Noir began to consider to bring some gifts from time to time as a thanks for the company. Knowing that Marinette liked to tend on her flower pots, Chat went out of his way and bought her a pot and the seedlings of pink and white dahlias for Marinette to grow, thinking that maybe they culd see them blooming in summer together. When both of them put into practice their ideas, they thanked the other's appreciation and attention happily. Chat Noir was delighted with Marinette's snacks and Marinette couldn't wait to see what fllowers would bloom from the pot that Chat had bought for her.

Slowly but surely, Chat's visits became longer and longer as the feelings of the teens deepened and deepened, to the point that Chat Noir and MArinette knew completely that hey loved the other with their whole heart, but given that none of them wanted to ruin their friendship in fear of a rejection after confessing, they did nothing and simply suffered in silence as they grew fonder for eachother.It didn't help that apparently Kitty Noire and Marin had become a couple nor that they were lowkey pressuring their respective twin to get some courage and confess. Both Marinette and Chat were at a loss of words whenever they actually tried confessing and they became very flustered about it, so they tried to avoid awkward situations.

However, when spring actually started, something changed inside of them. their longing for each other began to get less and less bearable as their approaches for the other grew more and more daring, even if ti was at baby steps. Finally, one day finally happened. Marinette was tending her flowers as usual, with two cups of tea and some cookies for her to enjoy with Chat Noir. This time thought, Chat Noir failed to do his usual perfect landing in Marinette's handrail as he slipped on said handrail and fall on top of Marinette, both falling to the floor and getting wet with the remaining water from Marinette's watering can. When they opened their eyes, their faces were just some milimeters apart from the other's.

Chat Noir audiably gulped as Marinette bit her lip, both trying to resist their urge to step up and kiss the other senseless. Blushing and nervous, Chat Noir tried to get up and check if he had somehow hurt Marinette, but as he was moving his feet to stand up, he slipped again and fall on Marinette again. This time thought, there was no separation between their faces. they were innocently and accidentally kissing and, even if they enjoyed it, they wer both too nervous to realize that the other liked it and got quickly seprated. Both blushing and in a sort of mixed state between euphoria and embarrassement, they sat down without looking directly at the other, thinking on what could they sy about what just happened. But as htey tried to say something to the other at the same time, both of them began to sneeze, Chat Noir sneezing incontrollably. Worried about the other, they got inside and dried themselves with towels.

After drying himself, Chat Noir kept sneezing without any signs of stopping and Marinette realized that he had tangled on his hair a pigeon feather. She giggled as she removed the feather, remembering about his feathery allergy and his usual combats again Mr. Pigeon. Marinette's sweet voice giggling was enough to melt Chat Noir, tearing apart his rationality and making him forget completely that he was going to apollogize for falling twice on Marinette and accidentally kissing her in the process. At the same time, his star-strucked expression made Marinette tenderly smile as she fondly got lost on his facial features, also forgetting about whatever she was going to say.

After that day, Chat Noir was careful when landing and no longer tried to land on the handrail, instead, he opted for landing right next to Marinette. Even if his usal visits didn't stopped, He and MArinette felt like they were moths apart from one another instead of days. They longed for the other whenever they weren't near; and when they were, they felt nervous and shy around eachother. Thus, they kept spiraling and spiraling around eachother, making their poor kwamis and respective twins go absolutely crazy with all their nonsense and fear of rejection.

As sprig went on, They kept growing closer and closer physically, but emotionally they were lost in a maze of love, fear, puns and teasing. It was quite normal to see Chat Noir relaxing on Mari's lap while she was petting him, making him purr happily and melt into a puddle of goo. It was also usual to see them with no space in between, playing videogames together or simply relaxing in Marinette's balcony while drinking some tea and snacking. In just a blink, their spring days passed by as their feelings grew to the infinite and beyond, cuddling, petting, having sleepovers, purring, playing games and simply being around eachother, making harder and harder to either spend time together or spend it without the other.

However, just as spring faded and summer took over, Chat's gift bloomed splendorus and beautiful in frnt of the eyes of the teens, who were casually drinking a refreshing cold juice to beat the unbearable warmth of summer when the flowers decided to bloom in their full apogee, leaving Marinette and Chat Noir marveled by the beauty. With just a single look, Marinette recognized perfectly the flowers as dahlias and hugged Chat Noir happily, who blushed as he internally celebrated his good choice in flowers.

"Do you know what this flowers means?" asks Marinette suddenly with her phone on her hand.

"Of course, I asked the florist about their meaning in flower language" says Chat proudly. "White dahlias represent purity and innocence, just like you Princess. Meanwhile, pink dahlias represent kindnes and grace, and who is more graceful and kind than you? I can't think of anyone besides Ladybug perhaps, but I think you're tied".

"Is that so?" says Marinette smiling happily with a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "I'm happy for the flowers Chat thank you a lot".

"I'm glad you liked them. It seems that my eye and the expert opinion of the florsit hit the bullseye this time" says Chat Noir smirking proudly.

"Pffft, for sure Chat Noir. Still, thank you for thinking about such flowers when you thought of me, I loved all the compliments" says Marinette confidently as she gathers some courage, stands on her toes and gives Chat a kiss on the lips. "I specially loved the second meaning of the pink dahlias".

Ah- I- Uh- Second meaning?" says Chat dumbfounded as Marinette giggles and heads inside to tell her parents about the flowers.

Chat Noir opens the interactive screen of his baton and searches over the internet what is the meaning of pink dahlias. Minutes later, he finds out that, even if they doo represet kindness and grace, pink dahlias are commonly recommended as the perfect flower to gift for your loved ones that's used to say that the reciever of the flower is someone irreplaceable in the heart of the one giving the flowers. Chat Noir blushes as he begins to overthink about what Marinette thought of that, worrying all over nothing as he forgets the fact that she wilingly kissed him after discovering the meaning of pink dahlias. Luckily, Plagg manages to somehow bring up that memory into Adrien's brain and he suddenly stops fretting all over the place. Seconds later, he darts inside the building to go for Marinette. However, Marin finds him first and pushes him into his room, closing the door behind him.

"So, did you finally realized?" asks Marin standing in front of the door, blocking it.

"I- Uh- Wat?" asks Chat Noir confused.

"Marinette feelings. Did you FINALLY realized what your sister and I have been trying to tell you for three months almost?" asks Marin, emphazising the finally a lot.

"Yes, I did. Thank you for worrying and for bearing with my stupid ass" says Chat a bit nervous, desperate to find Marinette and answe to the chaste kiss she gave him minutes ago. "Can I o to talk with Marinette now? Pretty please?"

"I should make you wait three months to see what it felt for us the spectators of your so dorky romance, but it's fine, I'll let you pass" says Marin stepping aside. "But you may want to avoid kissing her right away, your sister and mine are talking right now in the living room. In front of my parents. In front of your soon to be in-laws".

"Gee, thanks for the pressure Marin, I definitely need more of it!" says Chat Noir sarcastically.

"Consider it revenge for making us wait" says Marin with a wink.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm stupid. I know" says Chat crossing the door. "I'll buy you chili pepper pots as an apollogy. Wish me luck for now thought".

Chat Noir went downstairs and found Marinette tlking with Kitty Noire in the living room just as Marin had told him. After mentally thanking Marin for easing his search, Chat Noir stepped in, greeted Tom and Sabine and look into Marinette eyes. She looked at him and a shadow of blush appeared on her cheeks while a big grin appeared in her lips. Kitty instantly knew who was behind her and turned to her brother with a big full smirk on her lips and a knowing look on her eyes. Chat Noir politely asked Marinette to talk for a bit in private an Marinette slowly stood up and went with him, not being in any hurry and killing Chat's patience in the process. Once they are inside Marinette's bedroom, Chat Noir puts his hand on the wall, trapping Marinette between the wal and his body like he had seen countless times in anime.

"Marinette. I love you" says Chat Noir. Simple but precise, even if the ball of nerves on his stomach wanted to make him cry and shout nonsense.

"Finally. I was waiting for those words" says Marinette as she puts her hands around Chat's neck ad gets closer to him.

"This time thought, Chat Noir doesn't let's her take the initiative and pushes himself forward, kissing Marinette clumsily and slowly, making him feel more embarrassed and awkward than anything.

"That was cute Chat, but maybe you shouldn't rush it so much" says Marinette booping his nose.

"Sorry, it's my first time kissing someone conciously and voluntarily" says Chat rubbing the back of his head. "Would you- Would you like to help me practice?"

"Yes" says Marinette as she stands on her toes and kisses him.

Chat Noir lowers his back to meetwith Marinette in a more comfortable possition for her, holding her back with his arm as they slightly bend over it as they kissed. This time, while the kiss was still a bit clumsy because Chat was trying to adjust himself to it, it felt more sweet and loveable than embarrassing or awkward. They pulled apart to get some ir, but as soon as they had recovered their breath, they kissed again, now kissin eachother with more confidence and no fear, adjsting perfectly to the other as if they had been kissing their whole life. This time, all thoughts of embarrassement were instantly rplaced y passion, longing an nothing more than raw and pure love.

After kisssing a lot for quite some time, Marinette and Chat Noir felt ecstasic and over the moon, sitting next to eachother on Marinette's lounge chair. They looked at eachother as if nothing else existed in the world, forgetting about everything else other than themselves. Because of that, they didn't notice how they spent an entire hour simply looking into eachother. But since there were no interruptions, the silence naturally broke when Marinette decided to talk.

"I'm happy that you gave me those flowers Chat, but I'm more happy that I gathered up courage and kissed you" says Marinette as they held hands.

"Me too" agrees Chat noir. "I would never had the galls to step up and confess if you hadn't kissed me first".

"I wouldn't have if you didn't bought me those dahlias" says Marinette. "It was the second message that gave me thelittle push to kiss you".

"I've never been happier of not knowing something" says Chat Noir.

"I think that the florist did know about it and gave them to you to help you a bit" says Marinette giggling.

"Well, it seems that I'll have to visit that florist and give him a big tip next time I buy you something" says Chat Noir. "Do you think that buyig him a car would be too much?" says jokingly.

"Oh no, of course not, you shuld add a house in there" says Marinette sassily as she smiles happily.

"True, nothing is enough to thanks him for helping me to confess my undying love for you" says Chat, now being fully dramatic as he sports his usual smirk on his face.

"Maybe I should bake him a cake too" proposes Marinette having fun.

"Sure! Maybe I could convince Ladybug, Lordbug and my sister to go to his shop and promote it all across Paris" says Chat Noir.

"Definitely! They will accept instantly!" says Marinette now giggling.

They continued proposing wild and crazy ideas on how to thanks the misterious match-maker florist, having fun ad laughing as they enjoyed some time together, this time without any feelings hidden or faceades between them. Not much later, they were called for dinner and they announced their relationship to the family, with less surprised people that they expected...

[40ozalctears]

the sweetest kindest little ringing remind or ashtin or spooked rabbit keeper sweetest, spiteful my vices ahh!her luv damn. why!

The cause of harm is the greed and not the farm that you arm your weakest prodigal son, in the wake of a maybe fatal frigid Hellscape frozen over the hold over Queen majesty - when all they want is the monarch taxes back - like do u rly think the easy dirty easy money like stealing, type super  funny, honey its sweeter than the milk and soft as the spin the scar tissue hard. Trust me, the watching who hold hate close to the knowledge of the madgods jewelry is stinking of lunacy, from the quiet kind boy behind the monarch stark cast of Godlike endless hatred rage - take it from the prophesied leader of spirits who know prophesy fulfilled when he listens to to the whistling of ancestor spirits. Shh. Pawned so many rings that belonged to wrong ruler and song girl bringer of here. I am  crystal clear that I am the Belle the Gaelic attempt to keep it super sly and secret. Keep the sharp teeth wolf boys feel. You use the hints and kinks in the story is so old to known to young unsung but done as done prophesy is - stuck in a state archdruidic sickening states of being wasted on the loss my rightful throne and every hidden secret locked in the labyringth in Gothic leviathan cathedral bearing my Gaelic, as the eventually overthrown Roman blew in the gail winds of fading traditon, until no one listened - French, drenched in gas so the most certain ancients know that the young stuck between wolf with teeth perfectly shining, glistening like misshappen young Bellovaci younger holy boys who were just always in a feral state as this, to purr and meow and give the serpent hiss in the name of making your place certain beneath more primal - I relinquish the dirt that just sits in the sink, until I relinquish link to like the hoops in the ear that would claime me the the arch-druid so sickly addicted to every little drink that is as ichor of death, to be anything but self assured in the word of the lycan simply lurking. Stuck between sprint, torn denim, more wolf than man, more Perfectly evil than pleasantly Godly like the most ready to know the foam that forms when see see her have their beloved dark black long hair sheared like wheat and chaff before the wind - like the sick should fall to the bloodied slice of the sickle - for less obvious matters, let the frigid whisper of winter being fickle, just enought to tickle the just to depravity. As such, the little who felt the eyes of boy who circled the edge of town as if he could not exist if not considerign the sting of monarch moth never more than a state eternal failing - the bread of a war machine God called Heaven, and stole my lost profit lost cost of certain life - being stuck in the state of eternal decay, which I studied and loved until I travelled under and dug, and built a man made moat just so you and your favorite things that makes you a sweet thing, and I would let your eye widen as the Sun dies again, for how many nights we d did not fight against sleep, as if it was impossible to not see the glow of the her slow in the bright of the certain doom and the looming harvest of farthest mens beliefs- understanding them from the wise who came far from the East, and so when I fed on what I studied to be the understanding of the love of another that was as fulfilling as shared cute snack that feels like return of the hero, but no great war - just what she stored I locked in impossible chance of ever being forgotten in the permafrost frigid acceptance that my ribs form a page that is nothing short of permafrost accounting for the Godliness of Loss - so for all the simple beauty and the cutie doe with the fawn eyes who I saw forever in a way, sleepîng on a hateful yawn, and as soon as she wakes, blinks, yawns, I steal her from the fate of never escaping the state of eternal maze - by which I named my first son already the Scarecrow Prince who will only  know keeping away crows, and those who know the harbingers of death, if you trust the call of keeping death then you invite again the flow of euphoric state of moon blasting through, like it baptizes you new under the last name you gave as you noticed her lose the tame, like a newly free thing who was only knew cage - I suppose many act as they should as if they ever only knew rage - for all labyrinth trap and reasons of setting traps for the unwanted seasons, so in the sickest of seeping Spring I know one ring keeps me sharpening teeth, and assured that the meek not sheep for the weak of the word, but the deared dark-eyed soul  that I saw tending to to contraption that was asked to keep us in safety, and just as the sweetest of sickly sweet thing that makes all lycan boy, between and here and there was a maiden, one of iron, one which was so tired, that it tired me, even in my infinite gift of plan to hatch the love of my own twisted roots of oak until I am choked by the end of my joke that is just make the sweet doe eyed in the man made moat I spit this as quick as a slit I would made, but it would take little more me to riddle a liittlle harmless threat, with the debt of what is owed to the protector of Queen of all that I have seen more goes than majesty, tragedy that it had to be you, and I saw her look away, but I think she was keen of a certain sense to know I was such a penniless who could spend endless words for you learn that it takes as such, that you get as much as you give, and even to keep her breath steady - you not  take your never ending, butterfly wing, malfunctioning thats most fear but she hears vibrated like like quiet of the hum and summer nights - and so for me take the claws, fix both red stained glass eyes, wide as severed - ways to explain that it painful to say that given what I have scribbled in the hieromanic of trance, and I cannot sing and and dance like I do not having to call for the Fall of Man, just every plan of man, no matter well maid, always led themselves, naked shivering, exactly to the step of my trap, which I simply set to wet my taste that in my heart the start of the most bright exploding morning flail - the believe that mourning any distance bright candle simply doused by the petty candle lick, quick-witted way the light of your life might just decide one day, in its trickery, sickening mastery of things more man than a boy who finds join the acceptance as wolf more always in between, hurting and dirty for never truly becoming, but since in absolutely delightful beauty quiet she floats on the wooden boat, Singing in tongues what might be the meaning of death in  ending of sum - in that if speaking trying to make sense of the sounds is beyond the bond of human to the satisfaction with simple humanity, not having grasped the the roots and found how to shoot start out of the sky on  a night  so loud from the crowd of surrounding pounding drums, of those fat-bellied fascists, who heard word you of your solitary goddess too honest to ever say she just believes without being knowing as so many, too-knowing will claim until they slain the in the name of the lie - I remember the Ilai, Eli, of course...a a lie, I have thought the less real lamb that stood as she stands, as he landed on the peak of Golgotha, the Aramaic was perhaps soft on the dying son confused by the plan of the Eternal, that when the nails jailed themself to a cage of childish rage, in his purity, in his fury, the absolute terrifying baring of teeth, from a thing more than a man who we only know as the Italian son of a man who weaponized the need, of knowing the idea of the Son, asking the father for a taste of Honey, as burned to death due to fault lines in the times conflict, the Son would consider, despite the nights in wild, where I was the child and babe possessed, nearly the Lord of Death - given mastery over connection to Father, God, the peak of throne - just as the wildest time I ever came close to perhaps becoming too full in my how MUCH my teeth bled as I felt them become blades, that only most alone lycanthrope knows that in a statone of alone, given nothing but instinct, and the nonsense worthless broken porcelain that looked so wrong in it raped poor, sad fatal estate, as the rate increased and the feast my own consuming of stars in the sky forgetting the name of the Hatred of the idea of my meek littlle priestess - seeped in my need of simply believing in Queen, should the Kind pawn and not think for a again, at least inn a state of knowing it staying put in insanity, instead of grasping at the fact, so beautfiul but tear-filled years and years of waiting, Hating the need for blood spilled -  sip on sour cloud break int raped time I believe I must drink the blood to avoid the or, some prophesy that is as misplaced as a poisoned chalice, or even living in a palace, as I lived in what i make an intricate safet confusing little maze of a cluttered and dimly lit clean as can home fit for as modest and as the innocent stern deity who submisses to no dismmissing of her strength in the way the drenches the weak in the their defeat - became as haunting, piercingly loud, as if thhe crowd of the rage of a forget tradition of boys lost in the most deep of Belgic, someone some-where look like the Sun King withought the messes of lost den dwellers wishing for one gem laden gauntlet of a boy so Shining finally given the palace where he stood like the final piece to the puzzle, but any failed watch maker who understands the importance of the love and  acceptance of failure - to sit in silence as loud as the sound the once-dead no piercengly quiet -only tickicking the old heiroom , alone in the darkest little steel  box of lock between myself and what seemed to be the reason i even kept any thing dirty, having a penchant for ugly, as it is easier to hug, with unwarranted terrible pain, that if I should given a shame all the was of the certainly nervous and tall nothing but simple boy, who kept strange so deranged and misunderstood, the closest I ever became to command I then claimed over how we become the beast we studied, the most, so le loup garou je troube q c maps mal nous tous les jeune honnes, donner in the grace of the silliest stiill alive-ancients, I remember waking to up the nothing but fear, clearly awake, before I considered that the stuck between stations of dashing and springting with tongue out more in between than ever, and severed from reality like nape of the rapist of health, who deserved exactly how painful it is to attempt to take the breason of breath of a deathly sweet little thing, that I had no quarrel, with so many inner-wars possessing my core, this came as 2 and 2 would naturally come to one who lives for another but must act out of of absolute focus on the swarm of locust, of channeling the hate the state of still convinced of weak willed humanity always grasping back to the need to such greedy with our grasping little human disease name our most useless scraping of kness, simply to not exist as mist with a debt to death, that will never be paid until in your maiden, somehow still, as sweet and, as opened like the intricate lock, who only ever talked so soft, though never stern as if to teach those who do not know how made the young boys go when laid bare to the fair skin little thing, and the presence of something listening, lurking and working on the moat, so he has a place to return, that I earn the trust, as my mane because the the River Styx by which the depth of how trim ourself fur and how soft we pur, keeps a little thing like, what seemed at first to be weak little sheep, who watched as i watched, weeks on weeks. i think think of the God Army who drew blade in the name of those who came most like there before - brought about the strength in the week after week, until walked tilted in the way of a wolf, though alone, mostly likely believed a sort or auditory glitch cast by the shadows and  tossed at me like a joke of a bone, simply to give me the idea of home, that I would her here still quietly, but so softly as sweetly - something I wanted to ask but was terrified to even utter to to no one for nothing in silence, she awoke the new sense of 6 all together as one, and for all the boy so scared of the swinging like moon in the sky, when i was convinceded of something tied to things not allowed to those who do not have the raising of dead, all i think id like to just try to return from..if not the grave than the furthest forgotten part of the den, where this story and meaning began as it ends - just a way to say i know exactly why you know what i knew, and i hope against hope i do not lose sight of the memory of you - because although forever boy  -with vices and plain as a night with just white rice and help help of her so harmless little smirk and a wink, that made the pendulum brain that swung like i as hells  bells were insane - as in not quite normal, as normal we love - it all seemed so normal until we were visited by boys, who saw the goddess of seasons in this simple quiet absolutely shierking riot of so many ways she would love, to  tell you all the the words she knows you think of them too much and so when, just when become so accepting of the power your hatred of having to wait - to just wait until the gates by which you always would return her staring, although as if, withouut casting you a spell of  smile, you stop and and look at pacific clearly piercing blue - that for all of her tears that welled up as after 20 nights in defiance of any sort of defeat - as is if being apart,though as he deep how the frozen hold outside the jail of you eternally lost, but kept in sigh chest - where i see the mathers failig and erring to say, I know you began as seeming to sculpted from diamond, though second, the wolf second  sum, more loud and addicted to pride than the smaller though, equally capable man, who just because he can run on all fours as his foretold type apocalypse fate, was as interesting fate fatal as the final pale horse her death - and I do not remember exactly when I began to notice, the boat floathing alone, or when my bright as sprayed over faint barely dim stupid quiet was not chrome or calling me home, by my allowing for all - the absolute Belgic Prophecy joke, that began simply as stupid, but in presence of the spooked little rodent type queen - switched names - without asking why, I suppose that in the attempty of knowing how we know how, and by no means do i say this this with hope ,to achieve the same cheating way of reaching such perfect connection life, than finding your reason to not be Hateful of God when god has been failing idea, of the might of the male, that the simple fact at the bottom of all - is that the Fall of Man is silly little becoming the return, of when I think i will deserve to stop trying be either incredibly far, either evil little devil grasping at the need being weak and pink like,a pig, or in the face of death - the forgetting of breath, i do believe i must rememer the name, the message more than sent in house how many ways, as studied as any believer in science, by wise as the misunderstood men in the dresses from east - so in the incredibl terrible rage, terrifying reminder, she is just theperfect little strength of the flood of all time, for the perfect cute thought little whimsical nonsense word spoken in tongues, simply because she said so manu in barely audible cute litttle whisper lispy magical lilt - i do not think i am of the acceptance of born to die,just as in the dying light of the night Moon gave the light on things in tht nearly blackened painting canopy brush - each as deep as the piercing I made - that was not necessary, but perhaps as if if to stay, i will remain close to the hope digging and searching all the rocks and the mud, until I return to just where I was, until I stand to reason that was a man without her seeming reason for me to defend my hatred of each season, but the love the way they all die so quickly as if they know exactly when I am becoming physically ill by not a shift in understanding of her. i think it was ashtin - like the dust dust to eternal rusting of my loss of self into choked back fears until years of years of studying the defense against against anything bent againt I would feel the power of endless power in the little bit of lovely blood, that once again reminded where I began that bit of a dream, that seems a bit too dramatic of anything more than panicking dream. But my word, the rodent she named Oliver, soft and attaching to words like they are herds she saves with  a simple different way slaying their understanding on plain until the unheard know her death when her breath is missed is harshest in the breach iof the rift in the stone dark endless wall how her breath clears the fog, and sends the echoes back home in whisper just a little lisp, little kiss on my lips, a sly wink with an entirely unexpected opening of entrance to entire  too much to look without being to have your jaw slacked wide - as if the little unexpected so quick little joke, make slit the unknown threat and simple bet her slight bit of doubt in my weakness, i suppose she might have had - and although i do not low i crept as the wind  often does, to bring about clouds when the blue is too much of lie for sky to accept - the debt of your once hated seething refusal of death, allowed again to renew simply by the news of the dreams of the queen who was, ash- ashtin. spooked rabbits are just needing one, as so ti goes...the cutest little feets. keeping me in state of accepting my defeat and knowing the tirump of eternal here and there insanity that had me consuming a star, one by one until the undoing on sun was brought about  queen without the way of making thos who crossed the way with evil kept in its sway, had my pulsing blood, as fucked as the hellish dark of black matter noahs boat couldnt hold - despite being ebnt by the old joke - the grace of god - how one man leading the other keeping the Fall as evil menacing as it kept gluttonous fiendish fucking tearing apart all the planes as if to grow greater in danger to the consatnt and terrifying state of new danger of a  maybe hades boy who ddi too much grasping at pinkish shell to let myslf be reduced the feral final story, horror to some but silly little clever story, that had me eating guts and close to none,a dn then I might the final sum, and we only spoked in like poetic guessing, and, and riddle spun in the funniest little nonsense tongus and you could lose all sense and sight of self -  i think i saw a glimpse of her tasteful, when I cried so long into them moat, that if she left for how I protected her and her little, then just as I took gathered all then found all colorful shades of Easter hues, I thought how she would look up look from some written words - that I know she I loved had never heard - and every time she looked from from the blue, i learned something from the eyes in the books and words i never knew - just to put me where I need to be, to clear pulsing pride from bloodshot, sclera  slit like tip of ice - just as if to say - wolf - what was it! Doggy! DOG BOY!  To catch up to me in my stupid race, and give me exactly the bitter taste of how much she knew in calm and little lil just barely out the pink ishupon which quit the pyre lit - as when I took at the happy easter colors, and I CURSED her named, and named her killer of every color - now that moat is turning black, and the sky shows all the suns so much at once, that at the zenith of the apex boy - little predator muttering all nice sweet letters, because in the frantic end of choice - you not much of choice in - when you you your eyes and count to ten youll wake up up not  stuck in questions asked, so many times that the night  is just the final break day, where eternal empress who claims her seat - only kept around by the spare and rotten, which the boy who always knew, that he hated any end, but not than he seethed at the types of you, who always approached the little lamb, with no regard for how she lead the herds, or which she spent the pitch black birds, with little lick of lips and tonguepoked as if to say, I dont to scary you - its just the way I bite! To make you wonder, and faint and make you beg for me to say that I am not dead, in the native tongue of keeping me tracked by not enough breath to explain - stupid lungs cannot keep up with brain! and so just as I felt the clear the moat around the little steel trap cottage,which in intense dreary clarity pain, I remember how shed always up though the softest sweet soft cooked rye break eyes, which I would break with woodlant carcass, dead, but this type sweetness reminder of her would keep the memory so fucked a blur, that when I needed the guidance of the hiding empress, Ash- Ashtin. I remember her important on the fidget little wind up nature - of the small ones but must be scare, and when i was so close to something more - I do not care for the letters  and their and tried young symbols, I forget how just, a more recently learned cast in iron, attempt self to make the pariah undertood - by way of building the knee sout of rotten would - I do not think or remember or cared cared - to ever do more than simply stare -or imply what youd so quick succinct, without the fear or  drink at the brink too many silly drinks to death, I remember how the static how she just threw all havoc in side my head, and I do not think how it was crackling snow on snow, unlike other other little question that I knew to do, was I given the absolutely never allowed chance - for the lady priestess who herself who so clean of pride - that she took the form of something so  weak in stature - but if was was real ash or rabbit, spooky rodent or wahtevr oh no dew! im so close to new water on the grass - she would say something  something equal  smart - and in this i knew i shaped my heart in form which i recall our elbows linked, and in this, the sotry clinked, like chainmail just so perfectly made, that when i closed my eyes ans the ring of pearl blue simply slain - by knowing that the death of pain,would be cutting the story short, just who had long forgotten why he kept me weight alone - under earth and across the darkest emerald thicket where in the almost dark drk of calm cool breeze - it almost seemed that something she jagged knife told me so many times in a way defeated, there are so many you times you rhyme your want with rotten meat - each time so produ to drop your pittace at my feet - id notice things id though she keep to herselp, like ifif she heard a sound that sort of clicked, she used all her little rabbit nervous, and look at the place that sound had surfaced, shed dart her eye look up and down, i swear to god the became possesed ttha little - as if this tiny little secret might have been some unknown weakness of myself, and sense ofsilly self alone, or how she hated to admit - as if she only felt my  tense and nonsense wit, and how id  spit and drool some nonsense shit, when perk and smack my mouth,and when shed calm and look all normal, shed twist her eyes so deeply wide and locked the a perfect socket into mine, like the human little shaky princess off the greenest ever dark shadow shade - that robot intensity was if her closest thing to shame, as if she knew when  returned the secret little glen, she hated when i knew she cared  - as if she knew the stupid end, and hated the love and silly nickname as though she did not think the the first name fit, and we spoked and we went on and in the game of just the longest song, which always began with us just screeching cute littl sounds, until, shed begin with A, as if to see how w eboth felt to do, with eah little letter we knew so well,and I remember an ANNOYINGLY loud, and I liked to do things just know with how id b so glad to know want cares, for me to be sory of follow hey very little cutey challenge, so i held her given named above her head - as if to bring her to my secret little home - and anoint with strangest deepest love warming feeling - until corner her with feelings -until were both so dumb kid squealing, I corner her with her given name , as she was the one cutie types, no matter silly im am, ur the dumber piece of stinky dumb dog pudding slung so poorly, like its barely even taut at all - that the only time we were said such cute little things, that rhyme together, are so dreamy perfect, as im not sure if we even rhymed at all, but in night as our giggles turned to cackling tearfilled calls, we would end just other begins, just as simple sum as dipped in depth as deepest why crying over the dimming sun is oh nopers! as shed often say. id hear here do her beauty cutie thing where shed say, the type pitter patter nopey nopers, until l my hopes are all in where I hope she keeps the darkenest wait, so quickly lit with razor wit, that right before i sleep for the firostin so long again - she finally has me brawling crying out for the light of lights to not go out, that a final word shared just before accept hoh nopers dannnnnngit! Dange gangly nooonopers! as she just liked to she how silly she could sound, but when wanted to bring just edge of life, and making the queen the jewel of the dirtdog simple, the priestess of the brightest secret light, who ended each and every night, with final thing if to jsut a silly tired thing, and I rememebr one really faded in to greatest chipped old fade- in the love of the little fidgety way, that on the dirst in central little metal room - enthused by how it felt like such a lovely tomb while drifted in and out of sleep, everytime id come back to awake, shed be staring directly in eye my eye, or even wake me up with her fucking Hey! Fuck you! type ofpicking at my skin blackhead whitehead or little red think she could pick, as if me not knowing  thats shes afraid that i dont know,,that even though the little snarky rude type silly teacher preacher joker stoker of the loving flame - she thinks mentioning lame is stupid all bark mr neutered bad dog! lil piece of crap.  n then, feigning sincerity in sweetest way possible her eyes roop and he strts talkin all  sorry andloopy  , and says super very slow, i know for a fact shes spitting on my eyes oh my loird this absolutely silly evilly queen of jokes, fuck stoked the fire so i know my f;ace, and im just as i tryin to mutter - wh..are you..spraying your nasty stupid spit  on my f-f-face.I know exactly how but why id even why this stupid little chunky  chimp do do anything just on a silly whim - to prove chance, that although a very loud annoying little yappy annoying dog, and based on this i would  and must always let her win. even when shed really make me start to cry  because i thought about how she would either disappear or either disappear of or be gonetoo long 2 diappear - or just be ok withou withou the fear-  gone too long and just because intilledwith fear until she calls me stupid just all day long, sometimes sall ur silly things get to me way deeper than they ever should - just because i feel my knees creaking like crutches with twoodworm and the rotten wood - but when the sweetest little knows im a bit too sh turns from stupid annoying silly thing, worth all the waunt gather in the form of my simple fear of the obvious big unspoke thing if we were either prepared or knowing that the beauiful haunting song, of hows omething would be lost, if we simply lived all boring quiet, because in teh certainy of her going i umumumum. I dinnot say YOu are..STOOpidn, i sad you....are souping! souping out! and i stop and i realize exactly why I go....oh...yeah? and i start laughing... and gasping and  hey ashtin. for all the metaphor. what do i have to do do for spooked rabbit self to pitter pitter patter. I suppose I know what’s been the matter

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Raven, Koriand'r/Garfield Logan, Jinx/Victor Stone Characters: Robin (DCU), Raven (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Garfield Logan, Jinx (DCU), Victor Stone, Kitten Walker Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Bad Decisions, Secret Relationship, Team as Family Series: Part 1 of RobRae Week 2019 Summary:

There was a plan, though stupid, and it didn't work.

Prompt #1 "I worry about you" for RobRae Week 2019!

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My first entry to RobRae Week 2019! You can read it on either AO3, FF.net or under the cut!

FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13254786/1/The-Brilliant-Plan AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18384164

"You know, I worry about you."

Robin had landed his last roundhouse kick on the training bag when his friend Raven spoke the words. She had been silent for more of the training, sitting cross-legged on the floor watching him train. He scooped up the towel that was on the floor and pressed it against his sweating face.

"I'm sorry?"

"I worry about you," Raven continued rolling on to her back and tilting her head back to look at him. "You train so hard all the time and have no fun."

Robin cocked an eyebrow looking at his friend who had decided to stay behind when the rest had decided to go to the mall. Robin was glad because Cyborg had been yelling at Beast Boy for losing one of his pieces of technology. Robin did not know which but he really did not care. Initially, she had planned to check out the new bookstore that had come to Jump City but at the last moment changed her mind. She had been sitting there watching him since.

"I have fun," Robin answered bending over and grabbing his gym bag, fishing around for his sports bottle. Raven gave a purr, and Robin turned to face her with a raised eyebrow sucking down the delicious gaterade.

"Something wrong, Rae?"

"Just enjoying the view."

At that, the other eyebrow went up.

"You've never been quite this expressive before," Robin commented walking over to his gear, hooking up his belt, and tapping on his arm pad.

"Well, the others are gone, and I feel more comfortable," Raven said, her amethyst eyes watching him. She rolled on to her belly and propped her chin on her hands.

"I think I'm more worried about you, Raven," Robin said going back to his gym bag and picking it up. "Have you had a chance to meditate?"

"Don't wanna. I like this emotion I am feeling." Raven said with a grin.

"And which one is that?"

"Lust."

Robin froze, his mind trying to calculate what was being said to him and the implications of the words.

"I'm going to go take a shower, Rae, you might want to go meditate. We had a deal."

"What deal? I like you, and you like me. I think we should talk more about it."

Robin walked out of the room to take his shower.

Robin had started the shower to fill the room with a cloud of steam then went to shave before getting in. His mind was busy running through all the possibilities that had been put out there. Since today, Raven had gone from being quiet and sarcastic to talkative and quite forward with her thoughts. It was actually the fact that she did not know about the deal that told him what he needed to know.

Grabbing his towel and wrapping it around him, he made his way to the shower that was running and pulled back the curtain. He froze for a second trying to figure out his next move, but the gentle nudge in the back of his mind made him relax. Standing in the shower, under the hot stream, Raven stood, every gray curve out for him to see. She looked over her shoulder at him with a sexy smile.

"Found this empty shower. Wanna share?"

Robin sighed.

"Who are you?"

Raven frowned. "I'm Raven. Can't you see?"

She gestured to her naked body which Robin tried his best not to look.

"You aren't Raven."

The girl in the shower frowned and folded her arms across her chest. "if you don't want me then just say so. Maybe I've misread all the signals but who the hell do you think I am? If I'm not Raven, who is?"

"Me."

The voice came from the right of the room, and the two turned to see the dark leotard form of the exact girl in the shower. The naked girl in the shower paled and fell back against the stream.

"I'm glad you got my message, Rae," Robin said stepping to the side so Raven could peer in at the naked girl cowering in the corner, the water pounding on her. "this happened."

"I see," Raven answered leaning over casually and turning the water to cold. "I see you kept it in your pants."

"Hey! I think I was really quick in spotting the impostor."

Raven stared at the girl who was not shivering in the bitter cold stream of water.

"How did you figure it out?"

"The ring," Robin said pointing to it. "After Cyborg was yelling that Beast Boy lost it, I recognized the missing holographic ring. Not to mention she didn't know about the deal."

"Oh."

"Deal?" the girl squeaked in the torrent of icy water.

"Yeah," Raven grinned like a predator. "Robin and I have been engaged for four months. Promised not to sleep with each other until after we are married."

"Engaged?!" the girl squeaked in shock and horror. Raven turned the water colder silencing her.

"Who do you think is under the disguise? Jinx?" Robin asked enjoying the game that Raven had started.

"Nah, she's in Cy's room waiting till he comes home. The girl is not as sneaky as she thinks she is." Raven said shaking her head.

"I know," Robin groaned. "Starfire can't be quiet worth a damn. She tripped over her own feet trying to get to Beast Boy's room last night. The whole tower knows they are a couple by now."

"Well, we're not innocent. We haven't told them about us." Raven said putting her head on Robin's shoulder. "We might want to tell them we know and what our secret is. We are a team."

"P...pppp…..please….I'm…. I'm cold."

The two broke out of their conversation to look at the naked doppelganger who was still shivering in the cold shower. Raven put her hand out, and the girl reluctantly tugged the ring off. The image of Raven evaporated to show the wet, blond hair and dark eyes that were filled with a mixture of hurt and embarrassment.

"Kitten?" Robin said surprised.

"Hi," she answered.

"Leave," Raven ordered pushing on Robin's shoulder. He did not question his fiance but strode out the door hearing Cyborg coming down the hall.

Raven turned off the shower, and the girl slumped to the floor. Raven draped a towel over her shoulder which Kitten hugged.

"So, it's true," Raven said softly. "I heard from Fang in one of our battles."

"It's not my fault that I fall for things I can't have," Kitten whispered softly, looking imploringly in Raven's eyes.

"I wanted to hate him, I wanted to hate you. I wanted to make Fang jealous but even when he was playing nice to save the city or when he was willing to come to rescue me from Kwiz Kid-"

"Which you set up."

"-Yeah, he was still willing to. I never had someone go that far for me. I...I thought I could use you to get close and let him know who I really was. I even started a clothing line with the help of my dad. Moth resistant clothing brand. I wanted to show him I was different. I just needed something to hold over his head so he would listen to me."

"Stupid plan."

"I know."

They were silent for a few moments before Kitten let out a ragged sigh.

"I'm sorry, Raven."

"You're fine, dear. I understand."

Raven went to her locker and pulled out sweat pants and a shirt and gave it to the girl who was drying off. Through the entire conversation, Raven had been watching her emotions and felt only genuine feelings. As much as she wanted to smite the daughter of Killer Moth for even thinking she could steal Robin, it did not feel right.

Dressed, the two walked out of the community showers and found Robin standing guard while Beast Boy was arguing with him.

"Listen! My shower is broken, and I need to take one. Cyborg threw me in the pond!"

"You asked for it," Cy said. "I told you not to try and foist that girl on me."

They all stopped when they saw Raven and Kitten.

"Ummm...what is she doing here?" Starfire growled from down the hall.

"She came to visit Robin and I," Raven said evenly. "Kitten had some...uh...business ideas to discuss."

The room was silent for a moment before Beast Boy crossed arms and looked directly at the two birds.

"Okay, I know you guys are together but really? A threesome with Kitten?"

Robin's jaw dropped open in surprise while Raven's eyes turned dark in anger. They had no chance to say anything because Cyborg looked shocked.

"You're dating! And you didn't feel like telling your best friends that you two were a couple. I'm hurt, just hurt."

Starfire was nodding her head vigorously in agreement.

"Hey, Cy," Raven said calmly. "Better take a sandwich to your bedroom. Jinx's been in there for a little while and is probably hungry."

Cyborg froze, looked between the eyes that fell on him and grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, good idea."

"I thought so," Raven glared, and the tin man hurried away.

"And Star," Robin called to the Tamaranian. "Try using less fluffy slippers when sneaking around. It'll keep you from tripping yourself."

The Princess' face exploded into a sea of color, and she quickly retreated.

Robin looked to find Kitten sitting on the ground laughing to the point that she could not breathe.

"This...this cheered me up."

Once Kitten had left, after begging one hug from Robin, the two birds found themselves on the community couch. Raven had snuggled in under his arm as he was channel surfing. Since the secret was out, she had no issue showing the affection she had learned to express. Robin kissed the woman he loved on her forehead sending the wordless message of his love to her. She teleported one of her books to her hand and snuggled in to read while he watched a movie.

"You...you watching Killer Martians VS Giant Dinos?"

Robin looked to the doorway from the quarters and saw Cyborg standing there sheepishly and the pink feline eyes of Jinx peering around to look at him.

"Yep."

"Mind if we join?"

"It's your house as much as mind, Cy," Robin smiled in Jinx's direction.

The pinkette hopped on Cy's lap and pulled a lap blanket over her as the rather violent movie began. Within a few minutes, Starfire and Beast Boy showed up holding hands and silently nodded to Robin as they curled up in the center between Raven and Jinx.

As the movie played and the sun began to set, Robin looked at his team and the new dynamic that had been created. At this moment, he could feel the old Titans fading and a new era starting. The little things that Starfire and Beast Boy did and the loving glances Jinx and Cyborg shared.

There was a lot to talk about. Jinx's status the most since she never really said if she was going to be an honorary Titan or not. It could be a sticky situation, and Robin did not know if she could fit in their world.

"I ordered pizza," Jinx said dropping her hot pink phone with sequins into her lap. "It'll be here in 20."

Maybe she could fit after all. That could wait till tomorrow. They had a movie to watch.