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Warning: Riding monster form! Sukuna on his throne, fingering, virginity loss, lots of cum
Sukuna honestly wonders if you can take him in his monster form. Like, really wonders.
He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was done with Yujis body and his true form would appear, monstrous and large. So he wondered, could a cute human like you, handle him? Or perhaps the better question is, could you handle being fucked by him? Yes, the question lingered in his mind ever since he laid eyes on you through Yuji's body.
So when the time came, and Sukuna ate the last finger, he knew he would have to put the question to the test. The transition was swift and unsettling—a violent surge of power that reshaped megumi's body into Sukuna's true, towering form. Needless to say, you were, well, shocked. The world around you warped, the reality bending as he whisked you away to his domain, a realm where shadows clung to ancient stones and the air thrummed with untamed power.
Despite the overwhelming force of his presence, fear didn't take hold of you as one might expect. Instead, a mix of awe and apprehension filled your chest as you were suddenly pulled into the heart of his shrine where a throne lay in the middle. Sukuna, now fully his ten-foot-tall self, seated you on his lap with an ease that belied his monstrous size. One of his four large hands cupped your chin, gently but firmly tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The sheer intensity of his four eyes could have frozen a lesser soul, but you, no, you only trembled slightly—not from fear, but curiosity?
The fact that you didn't flinch or cower seemed to both surprise and intrigue him. His grin widened, sharp and dangerous, as if your bravery added an unexpected flavor to a game he thought he had mastered.
"Interesting," he murmured, the word rumbling through his chest and into your ears. His movements were deliberate as his hands reached out, the air tense. Each gesture was measured, almost reverent, as he carefully began to peel away the layers of your clothing.
You don't even know what going on until you have been stripped completely, all the way down to your bra and underwear. You watch with wide eyes as he parts his robe and pulls out...
Holy shit.
Your heart drops and your brain goes blank. To call Sukuna's dick huge would be like calling the ocean a puddle; it's an understatement of epic proportions. An average 6 inches? try 11. There's no way that could possibly fit in you. Your hand couldn't even fit around it alone.
"I don't… what are you doing? What, I don't…" you babble, utterly overwhelmed and flustered by his sheer size. You thickly gulp when you see his fat angry red tip twitch and you move your hips away to retreat, but one of Sukunas strong hands keeps you secured on his leg. Sukuna chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that only adds to your confusion and embarrassment. His amusement at your reaction is evident, making you feel even smaller in his grasp.
"What, you scared?" He coos mockingly, hooking a thick finger under the hem of your panties and pulling the thin fabric down your legs. "But look, you are already so wet."
You hated how much he was right, but you couldn't deny the pool of arousal at the base of your underwear. Slowly, Sukuna slides one of his long finger inside your wet cunt, your pussy instantly squeezing at the foreign intrusion. Jesus, his singular finger is almost as big as an average dildo. You whine when he curls his middle finger to his palm; hitting places you could only dream of hitting yourself. Two trembling hands grab onto Sukunas robes to keep yourself steady as you grind your hips on his hand; desperately trying to get more out of the pleasure.
"Don't worry, I'll get you ready before the real thing."
Your about to say something when Sukuna pushes the back of your head forward until his lips capture yours. His tongue, unusually large and powerful, invades your mouth with aggressive fervor, leaving you breathless and unable to resist. You whine against his mouth and from the pleasure, his palm rubbing nicely against your clit. You can faintly hear the sloshing noises down your sex from Sukunas ceaseless fingering. It was warm, everything was warm; your face, your tummy, Sukuna’s hands, and wet mouth on you. Your legs were trembling and you couldn't think so much as breathe. But just when you are about to fall off the edge, Sukuna pulls away and stops all ministrations from your body.
Fat hot tears clouded your sight and started to spill down your flushed red face from the pleasure that had been snatched away from you. “No no no no please I-i-i’ll be good please dont s-stop.” You attempted to grab Sukunas hand and pull it back to you but he quickly swatted it away.
"Didnt I tell you? Im preparing you for the real thing."
Sukuna grasps either end of your hips with two of his four arms, lifting you just above his lap. You find yourself straddling him, but he keeps you hovering over him, so your entrance is aligned with his tip.
"Wait woah wait wait-"
It's too late. You let out a choked scream at the feeling of his thick hard member forcefully spreading your tight insides, and oh my god you have never felt so fucking full in your life right now. You squirm and writhe against his hold, desperately trying to get away from the massive length penetrating you. Fat hot tears stream down your face as he lowers you onto him. Sukuna grits his teeth, maybe he underestimated how small your hole would be, you are only halfway down his dick and he cant seem to lower you any farther. Furthermore, Sukuna gravely underestimated how tight, warm, and gummy your walls, like molten honey solidifying into a vice, trapping him in a relentless, clinging embrace.
“Shit your tight, loosen up a bit would ya?” He tries to push you down even more but his tip is already smooshed against your cervix. The pressure on your cervix and the stretch of your walls around his dick knocks the wind out of you, and Sukuna groans at the way your pussy tightens in an attempt to push out the foreign intrusion.
Sukuna’s about to pull you out to thrust into you again, when he notices a trickle of blood from your pussy drip down his balls, the realization of what it meant making him grin.
“Shit your actually a fucking virgin aren’t you.”
Your too lost in the pain and slight foreign pleasure to register the question, and he takes the silence as a yes.
“Good.”
You let out a scream when he pulls out and thrusts back into you. The sudden thrust makes your eyes roll back from the dull painful pleasure coursing through your veins. To be fair a part of Sukuna told him to go slow, to be kinder on you since you were just a small weak human. But from the way your hot sticky walls sucked him in, and how you looked at him, Jesus, how you looked at him, like he was your god, made him lose control.
Your drooling now, as his lifts you up and down his dick like a fucking sex toy. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he slams you down on his length. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. Waves of overwhelming sensations surged through your body, filling you completely and sending waves of euphoria cascading through every nerve, making you shudder with an intense, almost blissful delight.
"Shit, feel better than I expected." Sukuna grunts. "Gonna have to do this every day, all the time."
And suddenly—you feel it. What you’ve heard about from friends or seen in porn.
Its like all your bodies energy centers are activating at once and your left utterly helpless to the feeling of tingling ecstasy wrapping your brain and stomach.
You dont know how to tell him that something is happening, not when the pleasure is too immense your barley breathing full breaths. But Sukuna understands the words you tried to desperately to communicate.
“Do it slut. Cum. I’ll fill you up, and if it spills ill fuck it back into you.”
As of on command, the knot in your stomach bursts, and you are thrown toward a euphoric grave.
“Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~” He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Theres so much of his cum that is rolls back down the base of his cock and on his balls.
"Fuck, you did good, so good."
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Stalker!Exhusband!Simon Riley and grocery shopping
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Simon Riley stood frozen in the cereal aisle, he glanced at his suspiciously empty shopping cart, all it held was a jar of peanut butter and a few cans of tomato sauce.
His body was facing towards the isle, but his mind was elsewhere. He took a sharp breath as he adjusted the black surgical mask over his mouth, licking his dry lips underneath
There was a moment when he turned, his rigid hands grasping the handlebar of the shopping cart, the wheels squeaking as he progressed.
Then
His eyes locked onto his pretty ex-wife's profile as she browsed the bread selection. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with his racing heart, and the mundane chatter of the grocery store's patrons faded into the background.
He'd been tracking her movements for weeks, always careful to keep a safe distance, and now here he was, watching her shop for bread in the local grocery store. The irony wasn't lost on him —he'd faced down enemy fire and survived in the harshest environments, but the thought of facing her, of talking to her— of her even knowing that he was there
That filled his fucking gut with anxiety
As he watched, she reached out and picked up a loaf of whole wheat bread, examining it with a critical eye.
Simon's gaze followed the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, and the soft fall of her hair, which was tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked different, yet still achingly familiar. The way she bit her lip in concentration, the gentle furrow between her brows – it all came flooding back, memories he'd tried to keep at bay
Simon's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his mind racing with questions. What was she doing here? Was she alone?
Alone. God how he wished she was.. maybe he can whisk her away into the employee bathroom and—
Fuck.. she moved
Simon took a deep breath, running a hand over his face. He knew he should leave, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the sight of her.
As she moved to the dairy section, Simon followed, his eyes never leaving her as he navigated the aisles behind her. He trailed behind her, his senses on high alert, his training kicking in as he kept a safe distance.
When she stopped to examine the milk selection, Simon paused a few aisles away, his eyes fixed on the back of her head. The sound of the store's background noise receded further, replaced by the soft rustle of her clothes and the creak of the shopping cart's wheels.
God she was so beautiful— so fucking gorgeous, just like the day they got divorced.. or the day after.. or the day after that
As she made her way to the produce section, Simon followed, his movements automatic, his heart pounding in his chest. He was drawn to her like a magnet, unable to look away from the woman who had once been his everything.
He watched as she shifted, watched as she reached out for some apples— then he watched as her hand stopped mid air. Something was wrong, he felt a chill go down his spine
“Simon?” shit.
Simons eyes frantically looked away, fuck— fuck he wasn’t the type to get caught- fuck fuck fuck
He abandoned that cart as he fled the isle, so embarrassing, running away like a school girl.
He fled out the grocery store, the dinging of the automatic doors making the air go through his lungs. He got caught
Now what?

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Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau
Word Count: 2.4k words
Summary: Inspired by the song Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappel Roan.
Emily is a bartender and she sees JJ on a date with a guy that is clearly not going well. Emily being Emily, she suggests that her and JJ leave the bar and she can help redeem her Friday night.
Warnings: swearing, alluding to smut, not actual smut (sorry whores), alcohol, Emily in a red tank top lmaooo. I think that’s it?
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“Do you wanna dance?” JJ asked over the pulsing music in the bar. The room was dark, with red lighting flickering along with the beat.
The man she’d come with was sitting next to her, nursing his beer. “Oh no, no. I’m not a dancer,” he said, shaking his head.
JJ couldn’t hold back the eye roll. She instantly knew this date was over. She was looking for fun, and this guy was the complete opposite. She’d been trying to get a glimpse of his personality all night, but he was giving her nothing.
The guy awkwardly sipped his beer. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom!” JJ raised her eyebrows, giving him a small nod, truly not caring what he did at this point. “Don’t spike my drink!” he attempted to joke, but it fell flat. JJ stared at him, unable to force any sort of reaction. He quickly took that as his sign to leave.
“I think you’re in need of this, sweetheart,” a shot glass filled with clear liquid appeared in front of JJ’s face, spilling slightly as the bartender placed it down.
The brunette woman who worked behind the bar placed a second shot glass down beside JJ’s. “And I’ll have one with you because I need it after having to sit here and watch that train wreck all night,” she said, pouring her shot with precision.
JJ lifted her shot, clinking it with the bartender’s, throwing it back with ease. The liquid warmed her insides, and she let out a light groan, her shoulders shivering slightly when the alcohol hit her stomach. JJ couldn’t help but smile at the woman, who took her shot without a single reaction to the warm liquor. “Didn’t think bartenders were allowed to drink on the job?” JJ leaned her chin on her propped-up arm, watching the other woman move around behind the bar.
“Not technically, but you needed rescuing,” she said, taking the empty shot glasses and tossing them into the sink. She effortlessly removed her waist apron and threw it into a basket under the bar. “I’m clocking off now. If you need me to whisk you away, I’d be more than happy to.”
JJ admired the woman’s confidence. The way she carried herself made JJ intrigued to get to know her. “I don’t even know your name, and you want me to leave with you?” A smirk flashed across JJ’s mouth, excitement rushing through her. The woman was the complete opposite of the man she’d arrived with.
JJ watched as the brunette woman hauled herself up onto the bar, sitting directly next to her. She leaned down, her mouth close to JJ’s ear. “It’s Emily. Now you know. Are we getting out of here?” She hopped off the bar, landing on her feet beside JJ.
JJ got up and grabbed her purse. “Should I wait for the guy? At least tell him I’m leaving?”
Emily laughed and grabbed JJ’s hand. “Sweetheart, let’s not waste any more of this night on a shitty first date. Especially with that guy.” She led JJ away from the bar, toward the exit.
JJ couldn’t help the giddiness that flowed through her as she gripped the woman’s hand and followed her out of the bar.
JJ’s chest thumped once they got outside, and she was finally able to get a proper look at the woman in the brightness of the streetlights. She was beautiful. Her pale skin contrasted against her dark brown, almost black hair. The woman wore boots, black jeans, and a red tank top, making her skin glow in a way JJ couldn’t quite grasp.
“Now usually I tell people to never waste their Friday night on a first date, but that’s too late. So what do you wanna do? How’re we gonna redeem your Friday?” Emily asked, motioning to the street and taking her eyes away from JJ for a second. “Club?”
“Yes,” JJ felt as though she would’ve blindly followed this woman wherever she wanted. There was something about the bold move she made that hooked JJ instantly.
“So is this technically our first date?” Emily looked over at the woman next to her as they walked down the street. She chuckled at her question, thankful the vibe between them wasn’t something she’d made up in her head.
“If you want it to be, it can be,” Emily replied with a slightly raised eyebrow, waiting to see what JJ would say. Emily almost melted when JJ smiled, her nose scrunching slightly in the center of her face.
“I might as well have one successful date tonight, even if this is the craziest start to a date I’ve ever had.” JJ knew it was slightly insane to be going off with this woman, but she felt safe enough. Emily had saved her from her train wreck of a date, so she thought she might as well make the most of it.
Emily chuckled to herself, noticing that JJ was already having a much better time than at the bar. She had been watching her most of her shift, and it was rough. JJ was trying to talk to him, but he must’ve been a bit shy. Regardless, Emily felt compelled to help the woman.
“So, what’s JJ short for?” Emily asked, looking at JJ as they continued to weave through the busy street together.
“Oh, uh, Jennifer. My last name also starts with J, so people just call me JJ.”
JJ halted when Emily came to a stop. “Jennifer? What a girl-next-door kind of name. How adorable,” she said, guiding JJ into a doorway leading down to what she assumed was a nightclub. The music was thumping and getting louder with each step they took.
Emily casually grabbed JJ’s hand, slightly taking her off guard, but she held on regardless.
“Hi Penelope! Care to do me a solid and let me and my new girl in?” Emily leaned over the desk, giving the girl at the computer a small smile.
The girl looked away from her computer, crossing her arms. “Emily, that cute smile isn’t going to work on me, but a few shots the next time I’m in your bar might?” Emily laughed and leaned over the desk, giving the woman a quick kiss on the cheek. “Deal! Thanks, Pen!”
Emily pulled JJ along. “Oh, and this is Jennifer!” she yelled quickly before they both pushed through the doors.
“Pays to know people, sweetheart.” JJ let out a small laugh, loving this woman’s personality. She was everything her other date wasn’t.
They made their way, hand in hand, toward the bar. The club was packed, every inch of the floor covered in bodies, dancing and having fun. Despite that, Emily held on tightly to JJ’s hand as they made it through the sea of people.
“What would you like to drink?” JJ shivered slightly when Emily’s arm landed softly on her lower back. Her breath warmed her ear as she spoke.
“Shots? I’ll have whatever you have,” she replied, her mouth just as close to Emily’s ear as hers previously was. JJ watched her as she motioned to the bartender, ordering their drinks for them.
The bartender poured two shots for the women before serving another customer.
“Do we not have to pay for them?” JJ yelled over the loud music, struggling to even hear her own voice. She grabbed her shot, following Emily’s lead and throwing it back quickly.
“Connections, Jennifer. What’d I tell you?” She winked at JJ, making the blonde’s stomach flip.
“Now how many women have you brought here on a first date?” JJ playfully asked.
“Not as many as you’d think.” Emily’s eyes traveled past JJ’s shoulders, checking out the dance floor. “Shall we go dance?”
JJ’s face lit up, making Emily smile. “Yes, yes! Let’s go!” JJ instantly turned to guide them to the dance floor. She let go of Emily’s hand after placing it on her hip so they wouldn’t lose each other.
When they hit the dance floor, JJ’s body was already moving along with the music. Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off her. She was infatuated.
When they finally found an opening in the crowd, JJ spun around, her body moving in sync with the beat of the music.
Instantly, it was as if there was an invisible pull between the two women. Their bodies got closer with each loud thump of the song. The closer they got, the temperature between them rose.
Anyone looking at them wouldn’t believe they’d only just met. Their bodies swayed to the music like it was muscle memory.
The beat of the song dropped a few octaves, making the bass heavy in a way that vibrated through their chests. JJ casually laced her fingers into Emily’s so both their hands were connected.
Emily’s heart skipped a beat when their faces became so close, their noses almost touching. She guided JJ’s hands to rest around her neck while her own hands snaked around her waist.
All the chaos around them suddenly drowned out and blended into the music. The only thing JJ was focused on was Emily. Her fingers moved into the brunette’s hair as she pulled her lips against her own.
Emily immediately kissed back, pulling JJ impossibly closer by her hips. It started off soft at first, but the connection they felt was hard to deny. Their lips parted, the kiss deepening with each passing second.
JJ pulled away, letting out a deep breath, their noses still touching, her hand still tangled in Emily’s hair. “Wanna find somewhere to sit?” she whispered against Emily’s ear, leaving a soft kiss on it as she spoke.
Despite the warm temperature of the club, Emily shivered in response to the kiss JJ pressed on her ear. “Let’s go.” She grabbed JJ’s hand and led her to a quieter corner of the club. She saw a vacant seat in the corner, but there was only room for one. Emily sat down and, without a word, pulled JJ to sit on her lap.
JJ laughed, immediately wrapping her arms around Emily's neck and leaning down to capture her lips.
One of Emily's arms snaked around JJ's waist, pulling her body closer. Her other hand rested softly on JJ's neck, holding her still as she kissed her back.
Their lips moved together perfectly, despite having just met that night. The shared kisses between them made both women equally excited.
JJ let out a moan that vibrated against Emily's lips. Their movements became more urgent, more desperate. Both women tried to get closer to the other, but there wasn't a single inch left between them.
Emily held JJ's waist against her, hands roaming her body, trying to feel her curves and commit them to memory, not wanting to forget a single thing.
"Wanna get out of here?" Emily breathed out, momentarily pulling away from her. JJ nodded, both hands tangling into Emily's hair, slightly pulling her head back so her face was tilted up towards her.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," JJ mumbled, kissing Emily again. She wanted to get out of the club, but she couldn't keep her hands off the brunette.
Minutes passed, the kiss a complete display of desperation.
When they finally separated their swollen lips, their breathing was noticeably uneven. "Let's go," JJ slipped off Emily's lap, pulling her up by her hands.
Emily couldn't help but smile as she looked JJ up and down. Her mind was racing with all the possibilities of how the night would continue. "Lead the way, sweetheart."
The two women left the club and walked down the street hand in hand.
"So, has this night been better than you thought it was going to be?" Emily asked, snaking her arm around JJ's waist as they walked.
JJ couldn't help but smile at the shivers she felt when the other woman held her firmly around her hips. "Oh, so much better. Seriously, thank you for such a fun night," she smiled up at Emily, stopping in the middle of the footpath.
"I mean, it doesn't have to end now, you know," JJ stated, feeling herself fold slightly inward, her confidence disappearing momentarily, worried about what the other woman would say.
Emily's eyebrow raised, chuckling slightly at JJ's sudden coyness. "Jennifer, darling, are you insinuating that I sleep with people on the first date?" she teased, now having both arms around JJ's waist.
JJ's cheeks deepened to a light shade of pink. "No, not insinuating, kind of hoping?" Her head lolled to the side, her face scrunching in embarrassment. "You did say never waste a Friday night on a first date, so I'm really trying not to waste it."
Emily's hand lifted to rest on the side of JJ's face. "You're so fucking adorable," she whispered, pressing her lips to JJ's.
She could tell how nervous JJ was, but when she parted her lips, deepening the kiss, she could physically feel the other woman relax. "Let's go."
They ended up at JJ's apartment, Emily following her inside and taking it all in.
She didn't expect her night to end this way, but she also didn't want the night to end anytime soon.
JJ watched as Emily looked around the apartment. The brunette woman sat down on her couch, smiling when she realized JJ was watching her.
"Your apartment is so cozy," Emily said, tucking her legs up on the couch and hugging her knees. "I could sit on this couch for hours and watch movies."
JJ made her way to the couch and dropped down next to her. "Are you saying you want to skip the sex and put a movie on?" she questioned, teasing Emily.
Emily laughed, shaking her head. "I mean, I don't see why we can't do both?" She smirked, her legs dropping as she pulled JJ onto her lap in one swift movement.
JJ laughed loudly as she straddled Emily's lap. "You're something else, aren't you?" She wrapped her arms around Emily's neck, her fingers tangling in her hair.
Emily's hands traveled along JJ's body, feeling every curve. "I'm so glad that guy didn't have what it took to be with a girl like you."
JJ let out a breathy laugh, hungrily kissing Emily's lips. She felt eternally grateful that she didn't get stuck with her original date because Emily was exactly the type of person she wanted to be spending her Friday night with.
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⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 04 Chapter 04 | tu eres todo⌟
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"Please! Please, take me to my children!" A wail screeched into your ears.
Following the sound, you found yourself standing behind a veiled, black-haired, woman kneeling next to the riverbed, the white dress on her body flayed out around her form.
You took a step forward, worry etched into your face as you watched her continue to cry, "Are you okay? Do you need help?" Your words seemingly never reached her ears because the closer you got, the louder they grew.
"My children! Where are my children!?"
You were close enough that you were able to see that the woman was drenched in water; the droplets clinging tightly to her noiret locks, making them seem stringy as the white dress stuck onto her frame like a second skin.
Before your hand could touch her shoulder, she swiveled around, her mouth falling open at an unnatural angle, with blood flowing from her eyes.
Taking a step back and turning around, you prepared yourself to run away, fear coursing through your veins, but in a blink of an eye, the veiled woman stood before you, head bowed.
"My children?" her voice was hoarse, body swaying side to side. "Do you have my children?" With that, she lunged towards you, hands grasping your neckᅳ
You woke up in a cold sweat, your hands snapping up towards your neck.
A dream, you thought. It was just a dream.
Dropping your hand, you let out a tired sigh, your mind unable to get rid of the sound of the wailing woman from your dream.
Looking over at the clock sitting on your bedside table, your eyes stare indifferently at the time: 6 in the morning. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, you decided to get up and officially start your day, even if it was a bit earlier than usual.
After going through your morning rituals of cleaning up your sleeping area, getting dressed, and saying your prayers, you were ready to go. Tying your cloak around your neck, hood drawn, you made your way towards the Casa Madrigal.
There were only a few people scattered around by the time you arrived in town, most already beginning their work for the day. Just as you were about to cross the path, a familiar build was seen in your peripheral vision.
"Luisa!" You called, watching as the buff girl carried several donkeys on her shoulders as if they weighed nothing. Turning at the sound of her name, Luisa sent you a smile as she dropped the animals into their pen.
"Good morning, ____," the brunette smiled, dusting off her hands as she shut the gate before any of the donkeys could escape. "I haven't seen you in a while. Where've you been?"
A sheepish chuckle left you at her truthful statement: you haven't been to see the Madrigals in nearly two weeks. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to go off the grid. I've just been so overwhelmed with work."
Luisa nodded her head in understanding. "I get it, no need to explain yourself," she told you, giving you a pat on the shoulder. "Just don't work yourself too hard; take time to relax once in a while, alright?"
"Okay, I'll try not to overwork myself." If anyone knew how strenuous it was to keep up with the ever-growing tasks in Encanto, it's Luisa.
"Well, since I'm done here, you want to head over with me? I'm sure Mirabel is up."
You nodded your head, and with that, the two of you were off towards the large and magical home of the Madrigals.
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After arriving with Luisa, you were immediately whisked away by Casita before you could even begin your search for your best friend; the house being excited about your return.
The first thing Casita did was drop you off at your old room, opening the closet, showcasing numerous outfits inside. You knew you didn't have the best fashion sense, but you couldn't help but feel wounded that a house practically called you out on it.
Though instead of denying her, you went ahead and humored the house by picking out an outfit.
Now, dressed in a long burgundy skirt matched with a white off-the-shoulder Campesina shirt, you left your old room with your first objective in mind: to find Mirabel.
You were well on your way towards her room, only to run into Pepa. The energetic redhead practically ran you over as she gave you a bone-crushing hug, leaving you speechless as she both coddled and berated you for your absence.
After finally escaping her clutches, she asked you to do the impossible task whilst she helped set breakfast up: find Antonio and bring him down to eat.
You couldn't find it within yourself to say no to the woman unless you wanted to get rained on, so you agreed to do so.
And that was how you found yourself currently scouring through the large jungle that made up the youngest Madrigal's room.
"Toño~" you sang as you pushed green trees, searching for the little boy. "Come on, come out, wherever you are."
The jungle you trudged through was filled with animals and insects, surrounding you in a symphony of various hums, chirps, and buzzes.
Just as you were about to backtrack your steps to the treetop/treehouse, the faint sound of a twig snapping rang out from a bush to the left of you.
Gotcha.
Smiling, you began to talk out loud. "Now, who might that be?"
Giggles were heard from behind the bush as you made a show of looking under leaves and sticks. "I wonder where this mysterious person is." The closer you got to the bushes, the more uncontrollable to giggles got.
"I wonder if they're under..." Your fingers held on to the edge of one of the gigantic leaves, "...Here!" And with that, you yanked back the leaf only to reveal Antonio.
"You found me!" the dark-skinned 7-year-old boy shouted, jumping up from his crouched position, raising both arms into the air.
Smiling, you bent down to ruffle up his hair, "Good morning, Toño."
"Good morning, ____," he replied, fixing his long-sleeved, yellow and light orange striped shirt.
After helping fix his red scarf, you stood back up. "Alright, you little alborotador, let's hurry up and get to breakfast before Camilo eats up all of the arepas." And with that, the two of you traveled through his and out of his room towards the dining room.
"Good morning, everyone," you said, the aroma of delicious food wafting through the air as everyone ate their fill.
Everyone replied back with smiles of their own, some even with a chuckle as they watched you enter, with Antonio swinging your hand back and forth whilst singing a happy tune. You couldn't help the warmth that filled your chest as you watched the little boy; unable to keep yourself from reaching down to pinch his cheeks.
"Camilo!" Alma's voice brought out of your affectionate gesture, "Why are you messing with ____? You were supposed to have been here earlier to help set the table."
You were confused by her words. "Camiloᅳ?" Your question trailed off as your eyes landed on Antonio, sitting by his father, feeding one of his toucans a piece of fruit.
The little boy was quick to look over at the sound of your name, eyes sparkling in happiness, "Good morning, ____! I came straight down to breakfast on time, remembering how you told me that big boys must be responsible!"
You were speechless, your eyes bouncing back and forth from Antonio holding your hand and from Antonio sitting at the table.
"Camilo," the warning tone came from Alma as she watched the confusion continue to grow on your face.
The once smiling child could only pout before letting out a "Fine, abuelita, I'll stop," before shapeshifting into the bane of your existence; the hand growing from a small childs' to that of young adults that easily engulfed your own.
"Good morning, ____. It was nice of you to seek me out and bring me to breakfast~" Camilo sang, his half-lidded, green eyes sparkling in mischief as he watched your once confused face turn into one of horror.
Dropping Camilo's hand as if you had touched fire, you quickly headed over to the table, plopping yourself down next to a giggling Mirabel before vigorously wiping your hand on your skirt.
"Camilo, why do you always play tricks on ____?" Pepa asked, watching as you pouted at your plate of food.
"I can't help it, mamá. She's the only one that falls for it," the boy laughed as he set himself across from you, stuffing an arepa into his mouth.
Your face heated up at the auburnet's words; he didn't lie at all. Just last week, he was able to dupe you, coming to your house as Bruno and convincing you that he had a prophecy of your future filled with nothing but bad luck if you saw your reflection.
It was so bad that you had your face covered in a veil to avoid seeing yourself in anything that would reflect your face.
"Still doesn't mean it's funny," you grumbled as you stuffed a strawberry into your mouth.
Camilo's grin grew into a smirk as he leaned his arm on the table, propping his chin in the palm of his hand. "Yet here you are, continuing to fall for it. That's pretty hilarious if I do say so myself."
You opened your mouth to respond, your eyes narrowing on his form, only to be cut off by Alma.
"Family, before we begin this day, I must remind you all not to take our miracles for granted and to work to the best of your abilities," the elderly woman said, her back straight as she looked back at the diverse family in front of her. "The second thing I would like to say is to our pseudo-family member, ____."
You blinked owlishly at her, uncertain of what caused this.
"I would just like to say that I, as well as many of us here, have noticed your absence from family breakfast and dinner."
You felt your shoulders hunch up in shame, staring down at your plate.
"And for that, I am sorry." Your eyes quickly snapped up to the matriarchy's form only to see a soft smile on her face. "If I'd known you were so stressed I would not have pushed so many appointments on you, cariño. So from this day on, you will have no more than five a day. This will not only give you enough time to recuperate but also time for yourself."
How did she know that I was overwhelmed from all the appointments, you thought to yourself. I never told anyone butᅳ
Your thought is immediately cut off, your eyes moving over to Luisa only to find her already smiling at you with a wink, throwing up an okay sign.
Shoulders falling, you turn back to Alma, a bright smile on your face. "Thank you, Doña Alma."
Light chuckles left Alma's lips at your words, "No need to thank me, cariño. Your health comes before anything else. So, please be sure to come to me if anything becomes too much. This goes not only for ____, but the rest of you as well," she finished, turning towards the rest of her family. "Now, with that out of the way, let's make today a profitable day. La Familia Madrigal!"
"La Familia Madrigal!" Everyone, including yourself, said it in the chorus before finishing up breakfast and leaving to start on your job for the day.

A/N: Hello, everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter; I'm slowly but surely am introducing Y/N's gift (though you know it from the description) in a way that just doesn't dump it on you in the first chapter.
This also allows me to build on how she got it as well as her parents and bisabuela (i didn't forget them, I got a plan for the angst muwahahah).
Also, thank you for being patient. It wasn't easy going to my aunt's funeral and I'm happy that you all understood and didn't rush me to update, so hope the Camilo interaction suffixed. See you all next time~
p.S - Did y'all peep who the first part of the chapter was on??? I made it pretty easy to guess tho, hahah.
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Dance with the Devil upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the forest, there lived a talented young dancer named Amelia. She possessed a grace and elegance that enchanted all who watched her glide across the stage. With every flick of her wrist and twirl of her body, Amelia transported her audience into a world of enchantment and wonder.
However, Amelia harbored a secret desire that consumed her thoughts day and night. She longed to dance with the devil, to experience a dance so thrilling and forbidden that it would leave an indelible mark on her soul. Although she knew that such a dance could lead to her ruin, she was unable to resist the allure of the unknown.
One moonlit night, as Amelia lay sleepless in her bed, pondering her forbidden desire, a figure materialized at the foot of her bed. It was a tall, dark man, dressed entirely in black. His piercing eyes seemed to reflect the darkness of the night, and his voice carried a hypnotic charm.
"I have heard the whispers of your heart, Amelia," he whispered, his voice like silk. "I can grant you your deepest desire. A dance with the devil."
Amelia shivered, torn between the fear of the unknown and the insatiable curiosity that consumed her. With a trembling voice, she asked, "What would be the price for such a dance?"
The devil smiled, revealing a row of glistening, sharp teeth. "Fear not, dear Amelia. I am but a collector of souls. If you dance with me and bring me joy, I shall grant you fame and fortune beyond your wildest dreams. But should you falter, your soul shall be mine forever."
Amelia's heart pounded in her chest as she weighed the consequences of her decision. Remembering the exhilaration she felt on stage and the yearning that consumed her, she made up her mind.
"I accept your offer," she said, her voice resolute.
As soon as the words left her lips, the devil seized her hand and whisked her away to an enchanted ballroom, bathed in an eerie crimson light. The air crackled with supernatural energy, and the sound of haunting music filled the room. Amelia and the devil moved as one, their bodies entwined in a beautiful, terrifying harmony.
With each step, Amelia felt her soul being pulled deeper into the abyss. The devil's eyes glowed with delight as he reveled in Amelia's talent, her emotions pouring out through her dance. She could feel herself losing control, becoming one with the darkness that consumed her.
As the dance reached its climax, Amelia's heart raced, and her body trembled with a mix of fear and exhilaration. In that moment, she understood the true price of dancing with the devil. The fame and fortune she had been promised were nothing compared to the emptiness she felt inside.
With her last ounce of strength, Amelia broke free from the devil's grasp and collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. As she looked up, she saw the devil's disappointed gaze before he vanished into thin air, leaving her alone in the empty ballroom.
Amelia's heart felt heavy as she realized the mistake she had made. The pursuit of forbidden desires had cost her more than she could ever imagine. From that day forward, she vowed to use her talent to bring joy and inspiration to others, to dance with purity and love instead of temptation.
And so, Amelia's name lived on as a cautionary tale, a reminder to never succumb to the allure of darkness. For even the most beautiful dances can become tainted when one decides to Dance with the Devil.
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Vervain and Wolfsbane - Vamp AU
Description: Running from tragedy, Jacaerys and Alyra accept a job at Hightower Manor. The home is filled with shadows, riddles, and the strangely beautiful members of the Hightower family. With secrets weighing heavily on their shoulders, and rumors clouding the air, they fight not only to keep their sanity, but their secrets from being thrust into the cold, pale moonlight.
Aemond didn’t understand why his mother wished to hire a human governess. If Daeron was in such desperate need for an education, then surely a vampiric governess would be a more prudent choice. Especially for a fledgling as spirited as his youngest brother.
The bodies of his previous governesses had been quietly removed from the manor’s grounds and buried. Letters written in their own hands sent to their families explaining they had found a wealthy husband and left with him to start a new life. The charade was never ending, and Aemond simply didn’t understand his mother’s decision to continue it.
Then he saw her, the newest governess. He had watched from his window, ears trained to hear the words she spoke before they were whisked away by the howling wind.
She was a young woman from a small sun soaked city, a fair distance from Oldtown. Her correspondence came with glowing letters of recommendation and proof of her time spent studying education and medicine. Each letter praised her kindness and patience, proclaiming her the perfect governess for any child under the sun.
Pity for her, Daeron was unable to even be in the sun.
If Aemond used his enhanced speed to join his mother at the door before she opened it to greet the governess, then that was his own prerogative. There were no rules against using it in the house, and it did not mean he was intrigued by this new arrival.
She ducked out of the carriage, her hood falling back as she observed the manor with an air of polite interest. With golden hair and honey colored eyes, she glowed amidst the shadows and mist, a single shard of sunlight cutting through the gloom.
She introduced herself as Alyra Hawthorne with a radiant smile and an apology for the frigidity of her hands, citing the long trek made in the middle of the night as the culprit.
He hadn’t even noticed that her hands were chilled, too enraptured by the thrum of her pulse, the sweet scent that wafted off her. Jasmine, something uniquely human that tugged at his senses, fine-tuning them to her every movement, and a third scent, one he didn’t quite recognize.
“A pleasure to meet you Lady Hawthorne, I do hope you will find our home to your liking.” He said, taking her hand in his and pressing to his lips.
Her face tinted beautifully, and he had the urge to steal her away right then and there.
“Thank you, Lord…?” Her eyes gave away no hint of disgust or curiosity over his eyepatch, her smile staying firmly pleasant.
“Aemond, Aemond Hightower, your charge is my younger brother.” He said, keeping her hand within his grasp until his mother cleared her throat pointedly.
“Alyra, please, follow me to your room, then I will take you to meet Daeron.” His mother said, stepping between them gracefully.
“What about Jacaerys? He is still getting our luggage from the carriage.” Alyra said, worry creasing her brow.
Jacaerys? Who was this Jacaerys? He wondered, a sense of possessiveness prickling at his mind as he felt his fangs poke at his gums, longing to slide into place and tear out the throat of whoever this Jacaerys was.
“Ah, yes, my apologies. It has been so long since the manor has had a proper groundskeeper, I had almost forgotten he was arriving today as well.” His mother said, giving Alyra an apologetic smile.
Their last groundskeeper had been attacked and drained by a drunken Aegon, a year ago.
“Alyra, some help perhaps?” A male voice called from the half-opened doors.
This was Jacaerys. The third scent was clear now, pungently male, reeking of attachment.
Alyra hurried to the door and took her bag from the brown-haired stranger. “Apologies, Jace, I was speaking with our employer.”
It took all Aemond had to walk calmly over to her and gently take her bag.
Their hands brushed against each other as she looked up at him in surprise. “Oh, Lord Hightower, thank you.”
“It is my pleasure.” He assured her.
His mother clapped her hands together, and the sound echoed off the stone walls of the entryway. “Now, to your rooms.”
Alyra was unpacking her things when a knock came at her door. “Come in.” She called.
“Are you all unpacked?” Jacaerys asked, shutting the door quietly behind him.
“Nearly finished, am I correct in assuming you have finished your unpacking, and your tour of the grounds?”
He nodded and glanced around the room before he stepped closer. “I saw something odd in the garden.”
“Odd? How so?”
“There was a woman, with hair like moonlight, she was darting between the trees, and when I asked Sir Cole, the caretaker, about her, he acted as if he had not seen her.”
Alyra finished folding her last pair of stockings and tucked them in the drawer before closing it quickly. “Perhaps it is the new environment, making you see things.”
Jacaerys rubbed the back of his neck. “Perhaps.”
She patted his shoulder. “Get some rest, cousin, I must meet my newest charge.”
Lady Alicent had asked her to meet her in the foyer, and Alyra made her way down the winding staircase, admiring the art that lined the walls. Portraits, landscapes, and tapestries all beautifully crafted, and in pristine condition.
“Lady Alyra.” Lady Alicent said, a small brown-haired boy with large dark-brown eyes looked up at her from behind his mother’s skirts. “This is Daeron.”
Alyra knelt down and held her hand out to Daeron. “Good evening, Daeron, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
Daeron took her hand and held it shyly. “Good evening, Lady Alyra.”
“You may call me Alyra.” She said, smiling brightly at him. “After all, we are to be good friends, yes?”
Daeron nodded and hid his face in his mother’s skirts once more.
“He is quite shy around strangers, I apologize.”
Alyra shook her head, standing back up. “No need to apologize, it is only natural for him to be wary.”
Alicent leaned forward ever so slightly and lowered her voice. “And his affliction that I mentioned in the letter, there will be no issue, I trust?”
Lady Alicent’s letter had detailed Daeron’s strange reaction to the sun, it burned his skin quite fiercely, prompting the family to live a nocturnal lifestyle. At first, Alyra had found it odd, but the pay was beyond generous, and Lady Alicent had agreed to hire Jacaerys as well, so she was more than willing to make the sacrifice of time spent in the sun.
“Not at all, I have always been more of a night owl myself, so I should have no problem adjusting.”
“Hear that sweetling? No need to fret.” Lady Alicent said to Daeron, carding her fingers through his hair.
Daeron nodded, then tugged at his mother’s skirts and whispered something in her ear when she bent down.
She smiled politely at Alyra. “You must excuse us, Daeron is positively famished, and he does not like to eat in front of strangers.”
Alyra nodded and waved goodbye to Daeron as they walked away. It was not the worst first impression she’d had with a charge, nor was it the best. Daeron was clearly a shy child who would need time to warm up to her, something Alyra had no issue with. As she had told the Lady Alicent, most children were that way with strangers.
Helaena was crouched on the ground whispering to a firefly when she heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the gravel.
“Pardon the intrusion, my lady.” A male voice, low and steady with a pleasant warmth to it, filled her ears.
She stood and turned, releasing the firefly and watching it flutter off into the night. “Yes?”
“I merely wished to introduce myself. Lord Jacaerys Hawthorne, I will be the manor’s groundskeeper.”
“A lord and a groundskeeper?” Helaena asked, examining the tall, broad-shouldered man before her.
His face tinted pink. “My family held a small title, but my sister Alyra and I are the only ones left. We have not been able to live the lifestyle of our ancestors, unfortunately.”
“I did not mean to offend, I was merely curious, my apologies.” She said softly, brushing the dirt from her gown.
“May I have your name?” He asked, his eyes a curious shade of brown in the moonlight almost rimmed with silver, they were beautiful, and she found herself ensnared by his gaze.
“Helaena Hightower, Lady Helaena, if you wish.” She said, not even flinching when he took her hand in his, pressing it to his lips, the warmth of his skin like a bonfire against the icy chill of her own.
“A pleasure, Lady Helaena, if I might be so bold? I was quite sure the moon could never be outshone, but your radiance surely turns her green with envy.”
Helaena felt a rapid flutter in her chest like those of a butterfly’s wings, and she couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “I thank you; your kind words are most welcome this night.”
His brow furrowed in concern, and she was struck by the ease in which she could read his face. “Is something troubling you, my lady?”
“I have spent a great deal of time cultivating a sanctuary for my insect friends, and now I fear it will be destroyed.” She explained, motioning to the surrounding garden.
“Ah, well, if you wished, I could attempt to section out a portion of the garden for your personal use?”
“Would you?” She asked, still entangled within his gaze even as it swept over the section she guarded.
“Of course, the beauty in gardening is that it allows for freedom and variety within one place. It would be cruel of me to deprive anyone of the manor from enjoying such natural pursuits.” He said, rolling up his sleeves and surveying the grounds.
Helaena’s eyes were drawn to the prominent veins of his forearm, the steady heartbeat that pumped that sanguine substance throughout Jacaerys’ strong form. It almost startled her, how quickly her fangs slid into place, how desperately she wanted to sink them into Jacaerys’ muscled forearms and drink her fill.
“Lady Helaena?” Jacaerys’ voice pulled her back from within the recesses of her mind.
“Yes?” She was careful to hide her fangs until they retracted.
“Do you wish for me to escort you inside? You seem unwell.” Again, his brow was furrowed, concern sprawled across his face.
“Yes, please, I am quite famished.” She took his offered arm, and listened intently as he told her of his journey here, the thrum of his pulse fading as she found herself laughing along to his stories.
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What if Hiccup died?
This is my first post- i know it may not be the best , but enjoy
Word count: 1109
He watched as the limp body of his best friend plumped fast towards the sea. He had to rescue him, but he knew he couldn’t. Hearing Grimmel’s shouts as he took off the light fury’s metal head piece, shaking her head lightly, her pupils slowly took almond shape as she became aware of her situation narrowing once more; her eyes settled on her mate’s body. He had made a decision, as he saw the panic in her eyes, he trusted her even if she didn’t, looking her,
“Save him”
He had let go of her neck, she looked at him in shock, her head turned back to her mate, flying at him as fast as she could, reaching him in time. And crashing on the cliff, pieces of the Earth disturbed due to the impact, his eyes soften,a small smile was plastered on his face, at the slight of his best friend safety. The screams of Grimmel brought him back to reality, both of them fighting in mid air, Grimmel clawed at his suit, ripping off parts of his chest plate along with his wings, letting it falling into the sea below, Hiccup in turned push him off, making him lose his grasp of the dragon suit. Only being able to grab onto Hiccup’s prosthetic leg, trying to make his way back up to Hiccup.
Hiccup could see the water coming closer and closer, he knew what that meant, and this time no one would save him, and he accepted it. Looking one last time up at the cliff, he saw Astrid getting off Stormfly, tears collected up at the corners of his eyes. The woman he loved with all of his heart was up there, and yet he was down here. Memories flooded in his head, the first time they had met, the pity that was evident in her eyes that had slowly turned into love for him. To the time when he had given her his betrothal necklace back to her, and the declaration of love that he had for her along the kiss that in suited afterwards. To the playful time Astrid had poke, at the spring that would release his fin, after the defeat of Drago Bludvist. He remembered it all, all the memories that they had made together, his tears flowed his face only to be picked up the wind and be whisked away. Closing his eyes, with a sad smile plastered on his face. He accepted his fate,
Feeling the familiar gush of water wrapping around him, as his lungs had began to hurt for air, yet he felt so tired, too tried to do anything else but open his eyes slightly, only to see the world around in a blur, and hearing the faintest call,
“HICCUP!”
The voice sounded so familiar and yet so foreign to him,before being surrounded by comforting black.
𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻𖢻
Stormfly had landing them next to Cloudjumper, getting off and giving her dragon a small pat, she turned her head to the slight infront of her, toothles was laying down with one of Grimmel’s needles laying a few feet away. His mate, the light fury, standing guard over him, still wary of the humans, taking a look around expecting to see the messy auburn hair boy, make his way to the nightfury, except she didn’t. Panic had ensue her, a million thoughts ran through her head as she ran over to see if maybe toothless was covering him up with his wings, keeping him safe from whatever they had fought.
“TOOTHLESS! TOOTHLESS!” She shouted,
The dragon stirred lightly at the call of his name, and yet his wings didn’t hide Hiccup, panic arose in her once more,
“Toothless, Toothless , Where’s Hiccup?” She asked, panic evident in her voice.
That question alerted Toothless, fully aware of where he was, he slowly looked around and yet he couldn’t spot his best friend.Rising to his feet, he looked at Astrid whose eyes widened in fear, ‘I don’t know’.
He looked at his mate for answers, letting out a soft warble, ‘ Where’s Hiccup? ‘
Her eyes widened with guilt, looking down unable to look at him in the eye, before walking over to the cliff side, both of them followed her. Seeing a falling Hiccup, rapidly making his way down into the sea, Toothless didn’t hesitate for a sec, simply jumping off the cliff side, Astrid had done the same, calling out for Stormfly with a whistle, while falling.
Astrid had grabbed onto Toothless, trying to catch him time, her eyes blurred with tears, as she saw him crash into the water, in an last attempt, she pushed off Toothless, reaching her hand out,
“HICCUP!”
She had to get him out, she had to, she couldn’t lose him,Stormfly had grabbed her feet, stoping her mere feet above the water. Feeling familiar sting in her eyes, she closed them, closing her hand tightly, hearing the water splash for a second time, gave her hope,
“Please, find him Toothless” she pleaded softly,
Mounting onto her dragon once more, she could see, a large black spot emerging from the sea, Toothless had emerged pull out a limp Hiccup.
They landed on the beach nearby, quickly dismounting her dragon, and the reality of it all finally hit her, the man she loved with all her heart was laying limp just mere feet away, and her body wouldn’t, didn’t want move, no matter how hard she tried to tell her legs to move they wouldn’t, Toothless was trying to wake him up with his snout, just the like the first time Hiccup had fallen unconscious after the fight with the Red death. Licking him with slobber, knowing how it annoyed Hiccup, but he would always allow it, and yet he didn’t stirred.
Her legs seemed to have finally listen her, making her way to Hiccup’s body, kneeling down, pulling his limp body onto her lap, and using one of her hand to cup his face, she felt her throat close up, as a single tear rolled down her face,
“Oh Hiccup, please” she pleaded,droplets of tears landing on Hiccup’s face, her soft weeps unable to the wake the man.
Cupping the back of his head with her hands and bringing their foreheads together,
“Please, open you’re eyes Hiccup”
Closing her eyes, hoping, praying to the gods that by some miracle he’d opened his eyes, and she’d be able to see his dark forest green eyes once more; but he didn’t.
#Httyd#hiccup and toothless#hiccup and astrid#hiccstrid#What if Hiccup died in the last film#I don’t know what else to put
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One Dance
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x Alice
Type: NSFW
Tags: biting, vampirism, rough sex, edging, marking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration
WC:1548
One Year. If you had told me 1 year ago today that I would be writing publically and people would actually read them I would have called you crazy. What started out as a drunken dare turned into ine of my favorite hobbies. For my one year anniversary I decided to rewrite my first public peice and show how much Ive grown. If you are curious you can read the original post here (please note it is cringey and was my first peice back after a 7 year writing break). Thank you for all your support and Love. ❤❤
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Purposely slipping your shawl off your shoulder under the King's glare sends adrenaline running through you. You can feel him watching from across the ballroom, the weight of his gaze sends delighted shivers through your veins. You know he is watching your every move as you greet the Black Army officers and you pretend not to notice. Sensing him moving to you, you slip your shawl back in place and start to wander to another set of friends. The game of Cat and Mouse has begun.
“Alice, dance with me?" Sirius appears in front of you with a warm smile, offering his hand.
"Alices first dance belongs to me" The possessive words flicker in your mind from the last time you were at a ball. Seeing your King nowhere to be found, you take Sirius's hand with a grin and a curtsey. You are excited to dance in your new dress, the gaze still heavily following your every move.
"It would be my pleasure" You spin in the Queen's arms, laughing as the dance comes to an end. Sensing his presence you turn away, a smirk gracing your face as you are whisked into dance after dance with the other officers. He never makes a move to stop you, but his gaze never leaves you and you feel frustrated. You wanted him to sweep you off your feet, to show everyone who you belonged to, but he never does. He lets you dance, just watching from the balcony of the venue, overlooking the event.
You end up stepping outside for air, the gaze finally leaving as you exit the venue. Wanting to feel the air on your skin, you let your shawl slip off your shoulders. The cool air soothes the heat on your skin. You let yourself get lost in the gardens, the night air and scent of flowers overwhelming your senses. Your eye fly open and a gasp falls from your lips when arms wrap around you, the face going straight for your neck
“There you are, Enjoying yourself?" The husky voice sends pleasure spiraling to your core and you subconsciously tilt your head to grant him access to your neck.
"It's been so nice to see everyone, though I am disappointed you never offered me a dance." You sigh, intertwining your fingers through his around your waist and he sucks a harsh bite to your neck before responding.
"You were too busy dancing with every…other…officer…there" he growls, displeasure and jealousy drip from his words, a harsh mark being left between words. You can feel the marks blossoming on your skin. The cool night air helps soothe the marks, but it can't quelch the pleasure rolling through your body.
"I wanted to dance and you weren't asking me" You turn your face and finally catch his lips, a hot and passionate kiss searing your lips. You try to use the kiss as leverage to escape his grasp, but Lancelot thwarts your plan. Hands hold yours, as you are backed into a stone wall of the garden, the stone biting your exposed shoulders and his other hand hooks around your leg, pulling it up flush to his hip, taking the hint you hook your leg there.
"Keep your hands up there" he commands, letting your hands go, and you comply, resting them on your head, curious to see what the King does next.
"This dress-" He growls in your ear as his hands hastily pull it down to cup your breasts.
"I thought you- ahhh loved this dress" Your sentence dies as he tugs on your nipples, the pain laced-pleasure flooding your nerves.
"I told you this dress was to only be worn when I was with you" he growls, continuing his assault on your nipples, the leg holding you up trembling under the pleasure.
"You were with me, you just -ahh" pouting up at him your sentence is cut off by him roughly tilting your chin up to claim your mouth, pinching your nipple. Your leg buckles and Lancelot is quick to catch you, pinning you between him and the wall, the rough stones scraping your shoulders and back.
Voices cut across the garden, a couple of drunk officers making their way through the bushes. Lancelot growls, using his body and cape to help shield you from view. You timidly bring your hands down around his neck, holding them behind him as he dominates your mouth.
His hand brushes across your core, his mouth muffling your cries of his name.
"If only the Black Army could see you now, how weak I am making you feel." He growls against your lips, his fingers tease your clit and you whisper his name. The coil in your stomach is pulling tighter and tighter, but before you can cum, his fingers still against your clit. You try to grind against him, but his hips pin yours to the wall, waiting until you calm down before his fingers start strumming your clit again, drawing you quickly to the edge.The voices fade and his lips trail down your neck, you can feel the deep marks bloom across your skin. Gasps fall from your lips uncontained, and a smug smirk graces the King's face as he watches your face, twisting in frustration as he edges you over and over again.
"King Lancelot-" you whimper, wanting to cum already, you've lost track of time and how many times he's edged you.
"Beg me Alice," "He commands husky vace as you try to find the words you have a one track mind, every nerve you have is screaming
"Please King Lancelot, please let me cum" you feel the tears prick your eyes from overstimulation as you rock against his hand, searching for that last push.
"More"
"Please. my King, I'll do anything you want. Please just let me cum" you beg, whimpering at the predatory gaze the King fixes you with.
"Anything?" A rare smirk on his lips, as you nod helplessly under him. Every nerve is screaming for release, and you feel like putty under his gaze.
"As you wish" he growls, his fingers slipping past your entrance with a renewed vigor, stretching you out as he finally lets you come. Your head hits the wall, as the pleasure floods your body, dulling the pain for you.
"Who owns your heart?" The question is growled as he pushes you through your orgasm and you repeat his name over and over. The only thing on your brain as he continues stretching you through your orgasm and straight into a second one, making sure you're ready for his length. You faintly hear the unbuckling of his belt before you are carried over to a bench, and he has you kneel on it, your bare ass in the air. You shiver as the cool night air hits you, yelping when his hand collides with your ass, feeling his length tease your slit.
"What would the officers think? Their dear Alice taking my cock like this, like the needy slut you are." He growls, not waiting for an answer before sheathing his length, your body clenching deliciously around him. Setting an almost beastly pace, his arm holds you against his chest, burying his face in your neck.
"You are perfect, so perfect and all mine" he growls, wach word being accented by a deep thrust. Pushing you further into the bench to get a deeper angle. Your head rests on your arms as you feel another orgasm building deep in your core.
"Lance-" you try to warn him, but he can feel the way you are clenching around him.
"Cum for me" he commands, his fangs sinking into your neck, triggering more waves of pleasure. Your eyes roll and your vision goes black as you squeeze him, his own orgasm follows yours as he presses into you to spill his seed.
"Such a good girl, Alice" he murmurs, resting still inside you. He kisses your bite, helping it heal before pulling out and tucking himself back in his pants. He helps you look decent, sitting with you while you calm down enough. To passerbys you are just a couple sitting under the moonlight. His hands caress your thighs, using a hint of magic to ease some of the pain. You snuggle up to him, admiring his profile in the moonlight.
"Do you want to go dance?" He finally asks, helping you stand up. You give him a smile and a shy nod, your legs slowly getting used to walking again. He takes you up to one of the balconies of the venue, where the music's still playing and offers you his arm.
Sweeping you up in his arms, you notice the flicker of magic as he holds you close. Your feet leave the ground and he dances with you, not putting any pressure on your body and you can't help giggling. His crimson eyes gaze lovingly at you, continuing to ease some of the pain from your legs. By the time the dance ends, you are able to stand by his side normally.
"Come, we should say our goodbyes." Lance offers you his arm and you nod, tilting your head at his smirk.
"Now if you show your shoulders, everyone will know who you belong to."
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whiskey buisness - john shelby x reader (part 5 of ?)
gif by my literal angel @michaelgreys who keeps blessing us like holy fuck
a/n: all i can say is that this is the hottest one yet. as always, my girl @stxdyblr-2k did an amazing job so i hope you all enjoy :) and i'm still working on requests, tysm for all of them!!
love, abi xxx
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tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland
prompt: john just can't help himself when he sees you with someone else.
warnings: nsfw!!! smut, fluff, angst, light praise kink, john fucking adores you and spends a good amount of time with his head between your legs (yes i know!!!!!)
John had spotted you from across the London nightclub, his table tucked into the balcony area, perfectly positioned to survey the entire club. It'd been over a month since he laid eyes on you last. Sometimes, he wondered if it was possible for you to only get more beautiful every time he saw you. He wasn't surprised, as he'd been warned of your presence by Tommy, but he was unable to stop himself from staring at you, hair neatly styled, scarlet velvet dress clinging to every curve, red lipstick emphasizing your lips, a light haze of pink pressed into your cheekbones, lash-line expertly darkened with kohl. You were dancing with one of Isaiah's friends; the young man was tall and muscular -- a blinder foot soldier, John concluded, draining his glass of whiskey, flagging the waiter down for another.
The young lad was smiling down at you. John took a swig from his drink bitterly, the man obviously head over heels, his eyes bright, excitedly glancing from your lips to your figure. John could feel himself cringe; the younger man had all the subtlety and strategy of a malnourished dog. Then again, who could blame the lad? You were an absolute vision, twirling and giggling, off your face on something Michael had brought. John couldn't help but watch, wishing it was him who had caught your attention tonight, wanting to feel your breath fan across his neck, pulling away while you giggled at his blushing arousal; him whisking you to dark corners to steal a moment of quiet.
He'd tried to get over you but he couldn't. He'd been travelling a lot lately, business in Liverpool, Edinburgh and Belfast; yet in every woman who smiled at him, he found himself searching for you in their eyes, their smiles, their laugh. They were all gorgeous, but his heart simply wasn't in it.
Tonight had started off alright, normal Peaky activity. They'd seized the club only a few hours ago, gaining vital territory in London, bagging their place in the opiate trade and a successful business prospect in one fell swoop. By all accounts, John should’ve been happy, but he'd been too lost in his own mind lately to properly take in the consequences of those sleepless nights with the accounting books, all the hours practicing shooting and boxing, all the endless driving, the meetings, the lingering stench of death which clung to his family. Try as he might, he couldn't enjoy himself. His night got worse the second he spotted you; a yearning for you suddenly flooding his veins. It was easy to get on with life when you were hundreds of miles from him, but when you were a flight of stairs away? He knew the club had countless dark passages to hide away with you, multiple cloak rooms with thick brick walls to take you against: he had to stop his mind running wild. He couldn't. That had to be the last time. You were in his past, you had to stay there. But as he watched you dance with the blinder, he could feel the familiar burn of jealousy swell deep within him. The lad was far too close to you for his comfort, practically grazing his hips to yours. John roughly rubbed his jaw at the sight, silently seething to himself in the shadows.
Thomas studied his brother's body language, taking a slow drag of his cigarette, not understanding the fuss around you. Sure, you were pretty enough; you were bright, apparently funny, but you had never caught his attention really. He observed how John's eyes followed your every move, every sway of your hips closely watched as he held his breath, losing himself to you. He was glad he'd prompted Michael to invite you; this was the most attentive he'd seen John in a month. It was no coincidence that he'd dragged you away from Birmingham, from the watching eyes of the city locals, the wagging tongues in the assembly lines, far from Ada. Michael had admitted to Thomas that it was easy to persuade you, promising you a lift in his new car and a night out as Ada had plans with a gentleman. A night of dancing with your favourite lads and an all expenses paid trip to London? You couldn't resist.
John's jaw had tensed and squared, the man murmuring something against your neck causing you to giggle and grasp his collar. Thomas could tell his brother was practically bristling with jealousy. If looks could kill, the young man clinging to your hips would be long dead from the glare unleashed on him by the tallest Shelby brother.
"You gonna sit there useless or are you gonna fucking do something about it, eh?" Tommy inquired, nudging him with his shoulder.
"I can't."
"No one will know." Thomas pointed out, raising a brow, "The Blinders will say fuck all if they see owt. They keep quiet when it's about us Shelby brothers, yeah?"
John glanced at him, eyes slightly widened, confusion furrowing his brows. "You've changed your fuckin' tune."
"Sometimes, it's good to have secrets. What Ada doesn't know about the events of tonight won't hurt her."
"We don't do secrets. We're meant to trust each other." John objected. "We're a family."
"Nothing will change, John. I'll fix it for you, yeah? You've had a rough few weeks, you should reward yourself."
"She's not a fuckin’ prize, Tom."
"Keep talking that shit and people will get the wrong idea, think you love the woman or sommet." Thomas shrugged, taking a sip of his drink, while John's cheeks flared, his eyes flinching to the floor. He smirks to himself. "You going to go get your lass, then?"
John replied wordlessly, standing and downing the rest of his drink, pulling on his suit jacket, straightening his collar. "I'll catch you later, Tom."
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The lad was nice, his name had long disappeared into the fog of liquor and Tokyo. He was someone's cousin, but he was polite; charming, almost. Most importantly, he wasn't related to your best friend. Not quite a Casanova type like John, but you two were a good match, everyone thought so. You'd seen him a few times now over the past week. He wasn't much of a talker, but he was a good dancer, and sweet after a few pints.
The band started playing a slower song, Isaiah dancing chest to chest with a beautiful girl across from you. You felt your partner place his fingers on the small of your back, his fingers inching lower, pulling you in closer before the two of you were interrupted by a dark figure looming over you.
"Can I cut in, mate?" A strong Birmingham accent sliced through the air, voice low and polite enough, but with a tone that was laced with venom. "Or are you gonna be a dick about it?"
The lad glanced nervously between you two, moving his hands away from you, embarrassed to be caught by his boss in this state, John staring him down. You slowly pulled away from him, turning to face John.
"Or you could ask me to dance yourself, John?"
John silently glared back at you, his mouth tensed into a thin line. He looked momentarily embarrassed, his attention switching back to your dance partner, the rest of lads silently watching, breaths baited, ready to jump in on the action if the moment required it.
"I'm heading off mate, reckon she's a cocktease." Your partner comments, attempting to diffuse the tension, stepping away, not wanting a fight or to piss off his boss. His path was quickly blocked by another blinder. You shot him an apologetic look and took the large hand John was offering you.
"Or, she's just not interested in you," John quipped, smirking, locking his fingers through yours. "You gonna go get your coat while I finish up with your best mate?"
"Thought we were dancing?"
"You can dance as much as you like in the suite, yeah? Proper gramophone. You coming?"
"You just want me on my own."
"Just tired of the distractions." He told you pointedly, skimming his glare over the group of men, standing with baited breath, preparing for it to kick off.
You rolled your eyes but squeezed his hands, slowly heading to the cloakroom, chatting with the attendant as you watched John confront the lad, keeping your distance. His arms were clutching the lad's lapels, snarling in his face before pushing him back. Michael watched from a few steps away, smoking absentmindedly, spine pressed to a pillar, leaving his cousin to sort out whatever offense he believed the man had caused.
You bundled yourself up in your thin coat, a gift from one of the girls you hung around with as she had recently married a blinder and was being spoiled rotten. The coat's flimsy material was going to be useless against the London night. At least you could count on John to keep you warm on the walk back to the hotel. You headed towards the side door, John's hand quickly finding your lower back protectively as he fell into step beside you. He opened the heavy wooden doors for you, the cold air an instant relief from the heat of the nightclub. You turned back as the door closed, catching a glimpse of the boys closing in on the lad, their eyes gleaming with a violent hunger for action.
"He'll be alright. Daft prick just getting put in his place." John said flatly. He seemed bored but watched you anxiously, begging you with his eyes to drop the subject.
"Is the hotel close by?" You asked casually, as the frigid air swirled around your calves, instantly causing you to shiver.
"I'll get us a cab, love, can't have you in those heels trekking halfway across London town." He stepped fearlessly into the road, unbothered about any potential danger or just forgetful from the whiskey. Quickly, a dark cab pulled up to the cobblestone pavement and John helped you in, taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders before climbing in after you.
As the engine started and the car made its way through London's dimly lit streets to Camden, John's hand found its way to your thigh. You glanced at him, his eyes looking away but his thumb angled against his teeth. He was nervous, having not touched you in a month. You crossed your legs, angling them towards him, his hand shifting higher up your thighs, taking a deep sigh of relief. Your hands found his chin in the gloom of the back of the car, only the occasional bright lights from a nightlife hub or the demure lights of a residential illuminating his face, the angles changing as the cab drove on. It was too much. You'd been needing this for the past month, needing him. Your hands laced around the back of his head and you pressed your lips to his for a brief moment, allowing John to pull you deeper into the kiss. It awoke something familiar inside you, something comforting. Kissing John erased all your homesickness. Christ, you had to stop thinking like this.
"You've not been about for a bit, sweetheart. I know we said never again, but I was hoping you'd come by," John muttered, forehead pressed to yours, breath mingling with yours as he spoke.
"I almost did. The amount of times I nearly visited your office.. I just couldn't do that to you or Ada. Besides, last I heard, you were on tour." You admitted, keeping your voice down to save the cab driver the embarrassment. John caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, tracing the corner of your mouth, prompting a grin from you.
"Last place on earth I'd expected to see you next, it's been hectic my end," He sighed. His eyes were outlined with deep purple smudges of exhaustion, yet he was still devastatingly beautiful even after all the sleepless nights. "It's been too long."
"Not my fault you've been hiding yourself away. You should've called."
"Blame Tommy for that. His solution seems to be sending me on business trips. Trying to make me too tired to handle you." A nervous lick of his lips revealed John’s response to the suggestion that he call you. He wanted to say he would ring next time, but there couldn't be a next time.
"You can barely handle me on a good day, Mr. Shelby."
"Can't blame me. You seen yourself? On the brink as soon as I see you, lass." He teased, earning a gentle shove to the shoulder as you quickly pressed a kiss underneath his chin. You wanted to bring up Thomas' threat, but you bit your tongue, nudging his shin with the toe of your heel in the back of the cab. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your wrists lightly. "Behave yourself in front of the nice cabbie, sweetheart."
You soften at his touch, unable to resist reaching to interlock your fingers, squeezing his hands in yours affectionately. The spirits your table had been bringing you all night definitely boosted your confidence, any hesitancy due to potential rejection drowned out. John pressed his lips to your knuckles in response. He seemed different tonight, far more protective and serious than usual. He was so quiet it was strange, usually yapping your ear off, desperate for you to react, treating him to a giggle, a middle finger or a cutting response. You'd also never witnessed him spark off due to someone's interaction with you. Finn had mentioned a week or so back that John had a shouting match with Thomas and in the moment, your name got thrown up in the conversation, resulting in John taking a swing at his big brother out of frustration. It was confusing. He was willing to start fights over you, punch his brother, yet when you two were alone he was uncomfortably quiet, studying you, lost in his thoughts. His silence only made your body long for him, his fingers tracing patterns in your inner thigh. You let out a small whimper into the crook of his neck, as he instinctively pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
The car pulled up outside the hotel, your pulse racing, the anticipation already threatening to make you give in completely to his wishes tonight. You waited as he turned up his collar against the rain, clambering out of the car to open your door, creatively arranging the coat to hover just above both your heads protecting you from the miserable weather. Although John had referred to the building as a hotel, you could instantly tell the manor was some aristocrat's third or fourth home, obviously being rented out or gifted to business partners for trips. It was an imposing grey stone building, exquisitely carved, although not a country estate, the house was just as large. Was John used to this? It hit you all of a sudden that you'd never set foot inside John's home. You'd heard from Ada that it was overrun with hoards of screaming children. She often joked with the children at the Shelby Institute that if they hung around long enough at John's, he'd assume they were one of his offspring. You'd only ever fucked him in a guest bed. The shame made your stomach churn.
You needed to remind yourself of this when your late night thoughts ran rampant. John could say what he liked, but he'd never actually allow you to get overly personal with him. Whatever confusing mess was winding around your skull regarding him was useless; it was best not to think about it. You went to him every time, yet he would've picked another lass tonight, it was just that you were there. He probably had a string of gorgeous women, older, more accomplished, more experienced, more elegant. He could tell you he missed you, but you could never take for granted that he told you this for any other reason than as a prelude to get you in bed with him. You were his gorgeous mess, but only for the night. It was best to remind yourself to care less than he did. It was the easiest solution in the long term; this way, the downfall would be less brutal.
"You alright, love?" He asked suddenly, breaking your train of thought.
"Sorry, I was thinking about work."
He lived around his brothers for long enough, he could smell bullshit. He decided to let it go. It was best to not push it tonight. Just keep it light hearted, easy, like it was always meant to be.
"If your boss keeps being a prick, you tell Ada. She'll sort him out."
"Don't I know it? He can barely open the door before she starts on about workplace ethics." You joked, earning a small smile instead of his usual bright chuckle. "John, what are we doing here?"
"Well I'm about to take you upstairs and sort you out, yeah? You gonna let me look after you?" He asked, stopping you in your tracks by turning you into him, grabbing your wrist.
"You know that isn't what I meant."
"I know. But can we leave it tonight? Can we just have fun?" He questioned, lips ghosting over yours, fixing you with an intense stare.
"It's fun anymore." Your voice cracked, the liquor in your system making it impossible to control your tone or your facial expressions. "It's fucking with my head, John."
"It's just.. fucking difficult. It's fucking difficult because of who we are." He replied firmly but dropped his makeshift coat shelter around your shoulders, freeing his hands to grab your face pulling it to his, the alcohol making him far needier than he usually appeared. "You, my beautiful Y/N, are a fucking losing game. It's not as easy for me, I can't just dance with a woman and get a leg over-"
"I never said you couldn't."
"I know, I.." He gestured vaguely, lifting one of his hands off your cheeks, and you can feel your head nodding in understanding. "You know, I thought I was going to manage it this time. That I wouldn't be a total fuck up, but then you and that lad-"
"Catch you getting jealous over me."
"Fuck off." He let go of you for a split second but you reeled him back in, resting your palms on the chest of his shirt, the soaked material sticking to his skin. You'd struck a nerve. You decided to push him further.
"I don't know what you're trying to do, Mr. Shelby, disappearing across the country for weeks then coming back and telling me you want me all to yourself?" You played with his collar, tugging his face to yours before pulling back at the last possible second, causing him to let out a frustrated groan, hands itching to feel you underneath them.
"Don't fucking wind me up," He snapped, the intensity between you rekindled momentarily.
"It's worked wonders in the past," You replied, barely able to finish your sentence before his mouth was on yours, his fingers tangling into your hair, kissing you properly. Although you'd kissed so many times prior, this one felt so genuine, as though unleashed from its restraints deep within John. You'd never kissed anyone in the rain before in the middle of the night, and it felt magical. You were shivering but hot all over, burning for John to do something, anything. You could feel his cock through his dress pants, hard against you, prompting you to moan into his mouth.
"Fuck’s sake, Y/N," John grunted into your ear, his hands grabbing at your arse. "You're fuckin’ killing me here. I need you, yeah?"
"Tell me how badly." You responded coyly, linking your arms around his neck, ignoring the late night drizzle.
"I'd rather show you. M’gonna take care of you tonight, make up for the month I've been gone."
"Who's saying I've not been taking care of myself?'
He bit his lip in frustration, trying to stop his mind running wild with the image of you in bed, fingers between your thighs, breasts moving as you arched your back, hips lifting off the mattress, moaning as you called his name -- his jaw clenched. "I know what you're doing. You coming up before you catch a chill?"
You shifted your weight away from him, as if considering your options. He knew your answer; you both knew in a few minutes you'd be upstairs practically tearing his shirt off, needing his skin against yours, begging for him. John pulled away from you, dragging you up the winding path to the front door of the manor, opening the door for you, arm wrapping around your waist. His lips met yours, then your collarbones and neck, prompting a breathy giggle and whine as you wound yourself back around him, craving the contact. The manor was plunged in darkness, staff somewhere in the gloom. Your arrival had definitely been noted, but as with everyone who worked for the Shelbys, they just left you to it. It was easier to not get involved, to keep their heads down and not mention the midnight trysts the brothers got up to.
John knew his path, he'd stayed here before. Even in the dark you could tell the house was decorated to spare no expense, the gaudy paintings and sculptures casting strange shadows. He led you up the grand flight of stairs, then another.
"Worse than Thomas' estate, this place." You murmured quietly, unsure of other guests within earshot.
"I could never live like this. I'd never see my brood again. Getting them ready for bed would be one hell of a nightmare." He whispered back, halting your stride by pulling your hips to his, unable to wait any longer.
"John, what if we get caught?" You asked, pressing your hand against his chest with your palm flat.
"Never bothered you before. Thought you liked the fact that anyone could just walk in and see what a pretty little mess you’ve made for me."
You couldn’t help yourself from pressing an affectionate kiss to his mouth, letting him lay you down and pin you to the stairs, the luxuriously thick carpets scraping into your flesh. He cursed under his breath at the sight of you underneath him, pushing your dress up your thighs, lifting your legs to wrap around his neck, pressing a kiss to your flimsy underwear, glancing up to drink you in. The most beautiful woman in his city, begging for him, figure swamped by his coat, rain soaked and shivering, his mouth between her thighs. He ran his tongue slowly across your clothed core, your pleading moans music to his ears, loving how your thighs tightened around his neck. His tongue traced circles over your clit and labia, the friction generated by the lace of your panties pushing you further, your hands knotting into his hair, spine arching against his mouth.
"No one been looking after you while I was gone. eh?" He asked, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, tugging your panties to the side. "What about your dancing pal?"
"Fuck’s sake, I barely know him, John." You snapped back, teetering on the edge between lust and frustration from his relentless teasing.
"Keep it that way. You don't need ‘im, lass, not while I'm about." He replies before lapping at your slit, interpreting your moans as approval as your head slumped back and you released a low groan. "Y/N, watch me, yeah?"
You pull yourself weakly upwards, propping yourself up in your elbows to be able to look down the staircase at John between your legs in the dark. The view was thrilling, moonlight shining in through the rain on the window, illuminating his face, hair messy and tongue flickering across your clit while he stared up at you, his eyes darkened with lust. You couldn't help but pant, knowing you'd be returning to this moment alone at night, when it was your fingers instead of John's tongue pushing you towards the edge.
"So fuckin' wet and ready for me, aren’t you?" He crooned, sliding his fingers into you, sucking at your clit between flicks of his tongue.
You couldn’t find the words to respond, whimpers leaving your mouth instead, your hips lifting beneath his palms, chest heaving.
"Go on, use your words, clever lass."
"John, fuck.. don't stop," You manage to string together, thoughts too muddled by alcohol and arousal to play hard to get any longer.
"I won't ‘til you cum in my mouth. Need to taste you again, beautiful."
Your head jerked back suddenly as John curled his fingers inside you, pushing up against the spot that made you lose your mind, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, all he could hear except from his blood rushing in his head. Your desperate cries for relief caused his cock to strain against his dress pants, fighting the urge to sort himself out, needing to finish you off. John needed to prove that he could fuck you better than anyone else. He knew he was pushing you to the edge, but he wasn't going to deny you your orgasm. He wanted to make a point with this. His fingers worked faster, his mouth hungry for you, lips moving against your core at a harsh pace.
You groaned loudly, hips bucking involuntarily just to be forced back against the carpet of the staircase. Your breaths grew heavier, warning him how close you were to your peak. John refused to let up, pushing you closer every second, lips latched to your core firmly, lapping up the wetness he'd produced.
"I want to watch you finish." He commanded, you completely at his will now that you'd lost control, lifting your head upwards with the little strength you had left to be able to stare down at his dilated blue eyes. "Good girl. You gonna show me how good I make you feel? You gonna cum for me, doll?"
You couldn't respond, unable to keep your eyes from rolling backwards as you felt yourself suddenly release, John’s name escaping from between your lips, legs shuddering around his neck. He let you ride it out on his tongue, tasting you desperately, watching your expression slowly relax.
Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, unwrapping your legs from his neck. He grabbed your wrist, not letting you retrieve your panties, stuffing them into his trouser pocket. He returned his attention to tracing your slit with the index finger and thumb of his other hand, as he pressed a long kiss to your lips.
"I love how you taste," He murmured against your lips, causing you to flush slightly. John noticed, pressing kisses to your jawbone. "Don't get shy on me now. I've barely started with you. Not even got you to the suite and you've already cum."
He looked so proud of himself, it suddenly clicked for you. He was trying to prove himself to you, for some unknown reason. You know he was protective and quite obviously jealous tonight, but you couldn't believe that John Shelby felt the need to prove that he knew what he was doing, as though you weren't aware. You weren't trekking to his office for mediocre sex. Tonight he let you finish first, no teasing, no denial, no fucking about. Just putting his ability fully on show, so when your mind went drifting it'd go back to him, not some young lad who barely knew what he was doing. His cocky attitude and smug acceptance of his sexual prowess would've been off-putting if it was anyone else, but John, but with his bright smile and constant humour, pulled it off. It was enticing, making your core pool with wetness when he crossed your mind.
"A month is far too long, Mr. Shelby."
"I know, you're practically drooling over me." He teased. He seems a lot more himself than before. He’d been too caught up in his head, too focused on getting you off to enjoy the flirting and teasing. John loved how light-hearted he could be with you. Despite the mess you were both in, it was making you laugh or roll your eyes that soothed his mind. Honestly, if it was just sex he'd have cut you off instantly; he wouldn't have even gone there out of loyalty to Ada. Admittedly, it was your company and presence that had him absolutely on his knees for you, the way he felt understood, less alone in his brother's bullshit, less trapped by his criminal career because you understood. You always had a cutting line, a bright smile just for him, an eye roll at his brothers' daft plans, a choice curse word for Thomas. He didn't even want to consider what would happen after the night ended. He stood, pressing another kiss to your lips as he helped you to your feet, fixing his coat which hung off your shoulders.
"You ready for rounds two through to six?"
"John, you know you won't get through three with me."
"You’re right, you're just too pretty when you’re riding my cock." He teased, the vulgar material of his jibe earning him a joking shove before you curl into his side, letting him escort you up the stairs to the nearest bedroom. He quickly shut the door behind you, scooping you up in his arms, causing you to let out a laugh as he practically tossed you onto the king sized bed, eyes shining with adoration as he looked down at you grinning back up at him.
“You’re something else, John Shelby.”
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Strangers
Patron-voted fic of my D&D beeflings! Read the previous comic and the first comic for this series for context!
On AO3

Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
The zinging cadence of his hammer hitting a new blade usually tempers his fraught emotions and lessens their intensity. The rhythm and beat usually calms him, the heat of the furnace and the steady drip of sweat as well. Except his heart thunders on and his breathing remains irregular and his eyes sting—not from stray embers or errant drops of perspiration—and his agitation grows.
It grows so powerfully that he miscalculates and swings his hammer much too harshly, breaking the blade he was trying to fashion which frustrates him further and he throws down his tools with a clatter, pressing the gloved heels of his hands to his brow.
Lazlo.
Tuhka releases a trembling breath.
Barely a day had passed since he had regurgitated all of the regret and agony of his childhood friend’s death right into said friend’s face before gracelessly fleeing, the bitter taste of tears still on his tongue and Lazlo’s look of resounding disbelief haunting him even here in the safety of his forge.
It wasn’t fair.
Why must he have been forced to carry the burden of grief and guilt for so many years? All those moments of remembrance, thinking of a friend—the only one he ever had— ripped away from the world much too soon, endless nights of pain and suffering, wishing he’d been taken instead...and for what? Lazlo was alive. Had been for perhaps as long as Tuhka had grieved his loss.
How much hatred—or worse, indifference—must Lazlo have harboured to fail in seeking Tuhka out...to reassure him, to reunite with him, to talk with him. They had been family.
Tuhka wrenches off his gloves and tosses them to the side, stalking towards the entrance of his smithy for some air, unable to concentrate anymore on his craft. His hands shake when he grasps the wrought iron gate.
A sound distracts him for a moment, one that carries over on the salty evening breeze that cools the sweat of his brow. Gravel crushed underfoot. It’s gone in an instant and even with his sharp hearing, Tuhka strains to listen for something further, ears swivelling in the hopes to catch it.
It doesn’t take too much investigation to track down the source of the sound once he decides to; a dark figure perched somewhat dejectedly on a boulder that offsets a scenic cliffside path Tuhka often takes to clear his head.
“You didn’t waste your grief, if that’s what you’re bothered about,” the figure says.
Tuhka’s breath leaves him in a rush as he’s met with a familiar blue gaze. He feels pulled forward by some invisible thread and settles himself on the far edge of the same boulder, leaving a bit of distance between them.
Lazlo sighs, drops his head into his hands. “When you left that day and never came back, I...believed you’d abandoned me, that you’d made good on your promise—”
“That was a child’s threat, I never meant to—” Tuhka began, needing to explain despite the betrayal he felt, still very fresh, that had upended years of mourning.
The other tiefling shook his head, dropping his hands away from his face and letting them fall to his lap. “I made a terrible decision, I paid for it,” the spectral left hand twitches and Tuhka notices it properly for the first time, heart squeezing despite everything and mind filling with more questions, “and I...went away for a long time. I didn’t think to look for you...I thought you despised me.”
He releases a mirthless laugh. “I don’t think I would’ve found you anyway. I’d have been looking for someone...quite different.”
Tuhka swallows hard. “I’ve...probably grown a bit since you last saw me.”
This startles a small, but real, laugh out of Lazlo, even if it does sound a little wet.
After a pause, Tuhka gathers strength from the stars and attempts to keep his voice steady. “That day...I went back for you. I did. I wasn’t going to, I was about to start a new life away from those bloody mines and I was so angry with you that I hoped you would stew in them forever...but then I remembered you wanted to get out just as desperately as I did and we swore to do it together so I went back to fetch you.”
Tuhka didn’t dare raise his eyes to Lazlo’s face, staring intently at his own hands grasping his knees even though the image was beginning to waver and blur.
“It was snowing and freezing and I walked through it without stopping, thinking that I would see you soon and whisk us away to a better place, until I saw the smoke from over the hill and I knew you’d gone ahead with our plan without me,” Tuhka let out a shuddering breath, “they said you got crushed in the tunnel along with that bastard foreman. Don’t remember much of what happened after that...just that I’d gone to fetch you and came back empty-handed.”
Tears flowed freely, despite previously believing he had run out of tears to shed. From the corner of his eye he noticed Lazlo wipe his face with a pure, white square of cloth.
“Told you the truth though…” Tuhka continued, after a none-too-discreet sniff, “mourned you like a piece of me had died. Couldn’t think of much else for a good few years,” He runs a forearm over his face roughly and finally turns to Lazlo, raw and exposed, “I would’ve looked for you in a heartbeat if I’d known you were alive. I would’ve.”
Lazlo lets out a sound like an animal in pain, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks that he no longer tries to wipe away. “I didn’t know...I didn’t know— I mucked up my plan and ending up losing everything, I— I was trapped for years without knowing how much time passed, I was...I was isolated from the outside in a way you won’t be able to understand but you must believe me, I never wanted to lose you—”
That final crack in Lazlo’s voice is what forces Tuhka to move closer and wrap an arm around his shoulders, mumbling soothing words until the sobs that wrack Lazlo’s frame subside. It reminds him of when he was younger—and much smaller—when Lazlo would do the same for him after a tumble, a run in with the awful foreman, or when overcome with a sadness he couldn’t understand, much less explain. Lazlo would have been there to comfort him, always.
As if hearing his thoughts, Lazlo lets out a tremulous sigh. “...Tables have turned, hm?”
Tuhka makes a tentatively amused sound in response. There is a whirlwind of emotion to wade through, but he can take this moment just to experience how real and solid Lazlo is. That he’s back.
“A right pair of bellends we turned out to be,” he ends up saying.
“Quite.” Lazlo sniffs, but there’s a small, albeit watery, smile on his lips as he straightens out of Tuhka’s one-armed embrace, and Tuhka tries not to let the empty feeling that remains affect him too much.
Something that has been niggling in the back of Tuhka’s mind takes on more force and the reason finally dawns on him.
“You sound different.”
Lazlo finishes wiping his face with a fresh, white handkerchief and makes a noise, muffled by the fabric.
“Yes, ah...I trained out the accent I used to have and replaced it with a new one.”
Tuhka blinks. “What’s wrong with your old accent? That’s the accent I have! I got it from you!”
“I needed to, ah...move in higher circles of society and I couldn’t very well sound like a common miner, could I?”
Tuhka opens his mouth to argue, a nostalgia for their juvenile arguments filling him in a split second, but Lazlo interrupts, “You know, we don’t have to speak Common if you’d prefer.”
They fall back on Infernal so naturally that Tuhka has to swallow a lump in his throat and keep the waver out of his voice. He never thought he would have this again. He’s a little rusty and out of practice but that doesn’t seem to matter in the moment—it’s like they’re back in the mines, speaking their language out of earshot of the foreman, making plans for the future in a world that was all dreams.
Tuhka tells Lazlo how he adopted Ooria (and not the other way round as she claimed to recall) and how she had helped him find his true self. He tells him about his work, his smithy and how he made a home on this cliff by the ocean. He doesn’t talk about the painful things, like crying himself to sleep every night for years from missing him, or the search for his adoptive mother who was now lost.
Lazlo talks about— what Tuhka suspects is— superficial milestones, his expertise in identifying gemstones, the places he’s visited and the night skies he has lain under and commemorated on his skin. Tuhka notices the glittering constellations peeking out of Lazlo’s clothes and his heart thumps, wanting to ask what made them special enough to wear permanently but he stops himself...still feeling like a stranger. There’s an undercurrent of darkness in Lazlo’s vague statements, of secrets untold, and Tuhka is slightly surprised by a keen disappointment that bubbles within him at not being trusted with them.
There’s a lull in conversation, an impending finality that Tuhka does not appreciate. He refuses to remain a stranger as well, which prompts him to realise that he hasn’t even properly introduced himself yet.
Feeling bold, he holds a hand out in the human way. “Tuhka Turunen.”
Lazlo’s gaze lands on the proffered hand and then flickers up to Tuhka’s face, seeming to weigh his options. He breathes out a laugh and leans forward, ignoring the hand to press his forehead slowly but firmly against Tuhka’s in customary tiefling fashion. An echo of the greeting they shared when they first met as children.
“Lazarus Astrophel,” whispers the tiefling formerly known as Lazlo.
Tuhka smiles. “Nice to meet you, Lazarus.”
They part and Lazlo—Lazarus—clears his throat, “My close acquaintances sometimes call me Laz. You may do so, after all we’re—” a beat of hesitation, “—old friends.”
His vibrant blue eyes are on Tuhka, almost as if expecting him to disagree. Tuhka doesn’t.
“Laz,” he says, smiling, “lot less likely to get mixed up with that.”
The sea breeze sighs around them, ruffling hair and clothing. Tuhka watches as Lazarus gets to his feet.
“It’s late. I should be going.”
Panic flickers through Tuhka. “You’re leaving?”
“I have business in town for a day or two, I’m staying at an inn there...The King’s Cushion?”
Tuhka nods, recognising the name. He gets to his feet as well, unintentionally towering over Lazarus.
“Stars...I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.” Lazarus grimaces.
“You’re welcome to visit,” Tuhka blurts out, trying to keep any semblance of desperation out of his voice and getting the impression that he failed, “you wanted to commission something, we can talk about that whenever you like.”
After a moment of confusion, Lazarus’ expression clears. “Ah, right, yes, that was what got us into this mess in the first place, wasn’t it? Yes,” he smiles, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
This time when he leaves, it’s with a lot less anger than moments after their first confrontation only days ago, and with a promise to come back. They had once shared everything, even their deepest desires. Now, after fifteen years apart, they’ve become completely different people—the fact that Lazarus came here, willing to talk, making promises to return even if there’s a chance he may not keep them...it’s a start. And that will have to be enough for now.
Tuhka sits back down once Lazarus has vanished from sight down the path and gazes up at the same stars he had begged night after night to return his best friend to him.
He thanks them for listening.
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Hi I love your fics and maribat. Tall Girl (Netflix) reminds me a lot about Timari. So maybe to something with that. (With Mari thinking that Tim's confessions were all jokes and wanting Ardien who was roped into dating lila and it's the class making fun of mari.)
Oh goodness, this took ages and I both apologize and hope it's what you were looking for! 24 pages and over ten thousand words! For reference, that's 20% of my first multi-part Maribat piece!
Average
In a world where everyone is looking for extraordinary, how do you survive when you’re just average?
I’ve spent my whole life mulling over the thought, trying to find a way to be extraordinary, trying to find a way to be noticed, and constantly failing.
It wasn’t like it was from a lack of effort, I really did give my all to everything I tried, it was just, there was always someone better.
Specifically, one insufferable bitch named Lila Rossi.
Now I know what you’re thinking, ‘Marinette, it’s not fair to call Lila a bitch just because she was better than you,’ and if it were a normal rivalry, I could agree with you. But you simply don’t know Lila Rossi.
Lila has been a thorn in my side since we met on the soccer field at just ten years old. I accidentally bumped into her sending us both tumbling to the ground and she took that personally. Slapping my hand away, she bawled the worst fake tears I had seen in my ten short years until the coach benched me. Can you imagine the embarrassment of being benched in elementary school soccer?
Ever since that day, anytime we were placed together it always ended in disaster, especially for me.
Now, as much as I would love to on about how awful the sausage-haired brat is, I’m sure that’s not what you came here for. So let me break it down for you. If you are looking for your typical girl meets boy, they fall in love and live happily after, you should scroll now. It’s only fair to warn you. After all, I don’t want you to be disappointed when we reach the ending. I’ll give you a second.
Still here?
Well, hold on tight. Because the story I am about to tell you isn’t much to just anyone, but it’s everything to me and my average life.
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It all started on a Tuesday in August when he arrived.
Adrien Agreste.
“Class, I want you to welcome our exchange student, Adrien Agreste! He’s here all the way from Paris, France, and will be finishing the year with us. Adrien, why don’t you tell the class something about yourself?”
I couldn’t even focus on the words that escaped from his precious lips. His voice was so silky, like softened butter on one of Papa’s fresh muffins. Everything about him screamed perfect from his thoughtfully placed hair to his shining green eyes. He was simply-
“-Earth to Mari! You could at least try to hide your drool.”
My eyes snapped shut as I took a deep breath.
“Tim, I am not drooling. And you know I hate it when you whisper in my ear! It tickles!”
Tim rolled his eyes as he sat backward, his eyes narrowing to where Adrien stood in the front of the room, a pristine white smile earning giggles from every female in the class.
“I don’t like him. Something seems off about him. He’s too-too-”
“Perfect?” I chuckled to myself as the heat rose to Tim’s cheeks, his eyebrows settling into their usual aggravated pose. “I don’t know what has your panties in such a twist Wayne, but shouldn’t we try to get to know him first? I think he seems nice.”
Tim huffed under his breath, his cheeks filling with air. It was hard for me to contain my giggles as he mumbled to himself, his pout deepening.
Tim Drake-Wayne. He is my absolute, undeniable, unshakeable best friend. We met back when my parents decided to drag me halfway across the world for a change of pace. I was in the fifth grade when a young irritable boy with a coffee addiction wandered into the bakery alone, demanding a double shot of espresso to deal with the day.
After several visits, we became closer and closer until we were inseparable. Tim’s been through a lot. He was emotionally abused by his parents, forced to mature too quickly. We had just entered the eighth grade when those same parents died and he was adopted by the town’s billionaire, Bruce Wayne. I was sure I would never see him again, but after much convincing (bugging), Bruce decided public school was best for Tim so that he wouldn’t be isolated again.
I adore Tim with my whole heart, really, but there is one thing he does that I absolutely despise.
“After school today, let me take you to the new coffee shop that just opened! It’ll be just like a date.” His wink only strengthened my urge to knock him flat.
“First of all, quit joking about my lack of a love life. I don’t need a pity date from you. Second, how do you switch so easily from grueling to jokes? Don’t you get whiplash or something?”
It’s a daily occurrence. I mention someone I like or that someone is cute and immediately Tim jokes about how it would just be easier if I dated him instead. It’s the only thing he does that has ever truly gotten on my nerves.
My gaze returned to the front of the classroom where Adrien had settled into his new seat. Even the back of his head had every hair perfectly placed. How did he even begin to manage that? I wasn’t sure how long I had stared, but before I knew it the bell had sounded and I was whisked away by Tim before I could even say hi.
The same pattern repeated itself every day for weeks.
Every time I would work up the courage to say something to him, Tim drug me away as fast as he could manage. Although, I can’t place the entire blame on Tim. There was one other factor, one factor worse than Tim.
Lila Rossi.
As student body president, she vowed that it was her duty to show Adrien around the school and around town. I spent every night scrolling through dozens of snapchats and instagram stories filled with her hanging off of his arm.
Even if I could escape Tim’s grasps, there was no way she would let me get in a ten-foot radius of him.
At least, that was what I thought. There was one time during the day that Adrien had a moment to himself. Fifth period when the music room was abandoned and most took off for their internships or club activities.
I discovered him by accident, truly. My club had let out early for the day and while most people would take off to head home or to one of Gotham’s more popular afternoon hangouts, I wanted to wait for Tim.
It was never my plan to corner him, but as I flung open the music room’s door without a second thought, my eyes met startled green and my heart dropped to my stomach.
“I’m so sorry! Usually, the music room is empty right now and I thought I could find some peace, and I didn’t know you were in here and oh my god I’m such a dork.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth before I could spiral any further, his widening eyes sending my heart deeper. This was it. I finally had a chance to introduce myself and I wasted it. If there was any way I could just slink away, crawl into a six-foot hole, and simply wither away in misery, I would take it without hesitation.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll just head out no-” I could feel the heat rising to my face as the most precious sound I ever had the pleasure of experiencing erupted from him. His laugh could literally cure cancer, I was sure of it.
“No, no, you’re fine! Marinette, right?” He knew my name? Adrien Agreste, the most perfect man in the world, no, in the universe, knew who I was?
I could barely find the strength to nod, the heat in my cheeks becoming unbearable. He offered a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck in such a gentle and shy manner. It was too effective. There was no way I wasn’t going to pass out before Tim got out of his AV club.
“I’m sorry, I also didn’t realize that anyone used this room besides me. I’ve spent the past few weeks in here while everyone was in their clubs.”
“You didn’t want to join anything?” Was my voice always this high? I couldn’t remember. To be honest, I was still in a daze from his precious laugh.
“It wasn’t that! It’s just, there’s nothing here that really interests me. I prefer classical things, like the piano and musicals and French theater. Nothing that interests normal kids our age.”
French theater? I knew some from the days I spent with my Grandfather in Paris. He was a sucker for classical things as well.
“I don’t think that those are weird interests. I mean, I prefer to design as my hobby, but I’ve spent quite a few hours watching French musicals with my papy. I am very knowledgable if I do say so myself.”
Adrien’s smile was blinding as he slid over on the piano bench, offering the spot beside him. My heart had finally returned to normal, but just one small motion had sent it into a flurry as it desperately tried to escape my chest.
“Let’s make a bet Marinette.” I found myself nodding before he even finished his sentence, his infectious smile starting to pull a smile of my own. “If you can guess the song and musical, you can ask for anything you want from me.”
“And if I get it wrong?” I was so sure the air was thinner beside him, the glint in his eyes drawing my breath away.
“Then I can ask you for anything I want, deal?” I hesitated for a moment, unable to comprehend that he would even want anything from me to begin with, but seconds later my head began to move, my breathing scarce.
I closed my eyes as his fingers hit the first notes, a beautiful melody following. The song was so familiar, so simple, but it was so hard to focus with him so close by. All too soon, the echoes of the final note rang through the room until a deafening silence settled atop of it.
“So, any guesses?”
I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, a name settling in the forefront of my mind.
“It’s definitely Sur Deux Notes, but for some reason, I can’t remember the musical”
My eyes flickered open as I resisted the urge to jolt backward. His face was mere centimeters away, everything about him urging me to lean forward, to give in.
“A true tragedy Miss Marinette,” a finger popped up to bop my nose before he slid off the bench, offering his hand to help me stand. “You got it half right! It’s from the musical Les Chansons d'Amour. Which means-”
His pauce was dramatic as I stood, his grip on my hand loose.
“I win! Therefore, I get to ask you for anything correct? That was the deal?” His smirk was so playful, it almost felt dangerous. “So, Ma Dame, what are your plans this weekend?”
“Nothing!” That was definitely too quick, do I look desperate? Honestly, if it meant staring at that smile for a second more, I found myself caring less and less.
“Then, how about I help you refresh your musical knowledge? I believe I can get ahold of a copy of the original Les Chansons d’Amour by Saturday.”
This was a date, right? I wasn’t dreaming, the red throbbing spot on my arm pretty much guaranteed it. Somewhere along the line, I must have nodded, and as he gently released my hand turning to grab his bag, all the warmth left with him. Already, I found myself longing for his touch again.
“I hate to ask, but can you meet me at Wayne Manor? I’m sure Mounseir Bruce would allow me to borrow a car, but I am not quite comfortable asking him for something like that.”
“Sure-” I felt the gears turning in my head until the final one clicked into place. “I’m sorry, did you say Wayne Manor? As in Bruce Thomas Wayne? Gotham’s Favorite Billionaire?”
“Ah yes,” his hand moved to the back of his neck, a sheepish smile replacing his confident one from moments before. “It’s a bit embarrassing, but he was the only one my father would let me stay with. I couldn’t even apply for housing because he already had it set up. Does that make you feel awkward?”
“Oh no, of course not! I’m well acquainted with the Waynes! In fact, there is one that I forgot I was supposed to meet today. Can I give you my number really quick?”
As I handed him his phone and we bid goodbye, I couldn’t even begin to relish in the high I was feeling. No. The only thing I could focus on was how to murder one little Wayne boy.
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“Marinette, c’mon! It’s not that serious. So what if I didn’t tell you that Adrien was staying here?”
I tapped my pencil against my forehead, trying to ignore the pestering fly beside me.
The minute I had stepped out of the music room a couple of days before, I encountered two of the biggest thorns in my life. Tim paling at the sight of my rage and one insufferable bitch wearing the ugliest scowl. He ran from me then, he ignored my texts and calls, and I’m assuming once Adrien mentioned our date to Bruce, he decided there was no more avoiding it.
“Besides, he sounds pretty cheap if he’s making you meet him at Bruce’s house. Watching musicals? Like with your grandfather? Is he ancient or something?”
I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain the silence. There were so many things I wanted to say to him at the moment, but seeing him squirm was the best revenge. Tim loved silence unless it was purposely directed at him. His brothers taught me that years ago.
The bell sounded through the room and I quickly darted out before he could attempt another backhanded apology.
These were the days that I missed my Paris friends. Besides Tim, I was utterly alone. I mean, I technically could hang out with Tim’s siblings, but then I’d still have to see him. There was one person that lived outside the Wayne household, yet I wasn’t sure if I was ready to cross that line yet.
I walked home alone again.
Realistically speaking, I needed to at least work up the patience to face him before Saturday. It was almost a guarantee that he would be there. It wasn’t like he would go out on the weekends. But with only two days just seemed too soon.
I had barely walked into the bakery when my mother excitedly waved me down the landline in hand.
“Marinette! A boy from your school is on the line!”
I raised an eyebrow as I accepted the phone, waving her off. There was only one boy that knew the landline number and that was Tim, but if he were on the phone, she would’ve said so.
“Hello?”
The silence was deafening. For a moment, I was sure they had hung up and was about to follow suit when a soft voice sent chills down my spine.
“Marinette? It’s Adrien. I hope I’m not bothering you.”
My breath caught in my throat. Did he ask Tim for my number? But he has my cell? It didn’t matter how he got it or why he was using it, I just needed to respond.
“No-” I cleared my throat trying to find my real voice because it certainly wasn’t how I just spoke. “No, it’s not a bother at all.”
“Great, so, I heard from Lila that there was a homecoming dance coming up. I haven’t been to one before, but I was wondering if I could go with you?”
“Of course I would love-” My heart sank before I could finish my sentence. Laughter cut me off, two distinct laughs that I could pick out from anywhere. “Don’t you ever get tired Lila!”
“Oh my god, you were so excited huh? Pretty pathetic that you think he would fall for you after one conversation Mari dear.”
I didn’t even know how to respond. She wasn’t wrong. We shared one song and haven’t even gone on one date yet, why would I even believe this for one moment?
“Yo Mari, what’s good xinh đẹp?” I felt my hand rising to massage my temples before I could even find the strength to respond.
“Kim, were you trying to call her beautiful, or do you just suck that much at your grandmother’s native language?”
Muffled arguing continued for a few minutes, a few too many for me to question why I still hadn’t hung up. There was a concerning shriek before silence followed.
“I’m surprised you’re still here dumbinette, do you like being degraded by me?” Her laughter sounded like nails on a chalkboard and I could feel the tightness in my chest rising to my throat. “I just wanted to call to make one thing clear. Stay away from Adrien Agreste. I set my sights on him the minute he walked through those doors back in August and I don’t want you to think for even a second in that pitiful brain of yours that you even have a chance, okay?”
I wanted to argue, I wanted to rub it in her face that I had a date this Saturday, one I didn’t have to force upon him like she had the past few weeks. But the tightness had settled, crushing my windpipes. My hand inched down from my temple to my eyes where they were met with a warm wet tear.
“Mmkay, that was all babe! See you at school, hugs and kisses! Mwah!”
The phone stayed pressed to my ear for too long, the dial tone mocking my existence.
It was just two more days till my date, but I felt less confident as the days passed. A single thought passed through my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. No matter how I felt, I couldn’t cave in and call Tim. Yeah, that’s right, I was still mad at him. But was I really?
I was so sure that I was pissed beyond belief when I had to hear from Adrien that he was staying with him, but that wasn’t something that was completely out of my mind. Tim had done worse things than withhold information about someone I thought was cute.
Slowly, I lowered the phone, my fingers absentmindedly dialing his number, pausing as my finger lingered over call.
No, not tonight. I cleared out the screen before dropping it on the bakery counter, waving off my mother’s concerned look. Nobody could ruin the fact that I had a date on Saturday. Not even my own self-destructive tendencies. Adrien asked me out. He asked me out. That was a fact and no matter what Lila or Tim thought or did, it couldn’t shake that undeniable fact.
There were two days. Plenty of enough time to finish the dress I had been fiddling with the past two weeks. I will show up to this date with my head held high and my hopes higher
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“Oh! Marinette what a fun surprise! You look beautiful!”
I inhaled sharply, ignoring the urge to smack the grin right off of Tim’s face.
“Timothy. Is Adrien home?” His smile faltered for a moment as he stepped out of the way, inviting me inside.
“Is this your new project? You were working on it for so long. It looks stunning!” He stumbled over his meaningless compliments as he led me to the entertainment room, my silence too much for him to bear.
“You don’t have to escort me, Timothy. I have been here a million and one times.”
I reached past Tim to open the doors, ignoring the fact that he refused to move. There was a strong temptation to just slam the door a little harder so that it would reach his nose, but a set of startling green eyes eased the feeling.
“Marinette! Oh mon Dieu, Tim was supposed to let me know when the doorbell rang so that I could greet you. I’m so sorry, I swear I really am a proper gentleman.”
“It’s okay Adrien! Really! I should’ve texted you that I arrived. I’m just so used to letting myself in.”
His smile was full of relief as it sent my heart into a flurry. Was it really possible to sit close to this man without combusting?
“Please, join me! I just figured out how to set everything up.”
Adrien motioned to the seat beside him and as I slid into the couch, I was fully aware of his arm resting behind my head. It felt nearly impossible to focus on the movie in this position. As he pressed play, my eyes glanced between him and the screen, unsure which was more deserving of my attention.
“So my friends, what are we watching?” Adrien’s arm flinched, his elbow knocking the back of my head as we both jumped from the couch.
“Tim, what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t a fan of French musicals?”
Adrien was putting it nicely, something I could admire him for since my thoughts were definitely straying to a much more violent response. Tim took a handful of popcorn, shoving it into his mouth as he slipped into the spot I had been sitting moments before.
“I usually don’t, but I figured I should get to know you both a little better and your culture of course. Don’t mind me, you won’t hear another peep.” He mockingly zipped his lips closed, his sickeningly sweet smile not quite reaching his devilish eyes.
Adrien glanced at me as if he were unsure to argue or not. I suppose he decided it wasn’t quite was worth it as he moved to sit back down, his smile shaky.
With as much might as I could muster, I shimmied in between the two guys, putting as much distance between Tim and me as I could. I felt his glare burning holes into the side of my head, but there was no way I was going to let him ruin my perfect first date with the perfect guy.
Adrien restarted the movie and for exactly five minutes, Tim kept his promise.
“Can we at least turn on the subtitles? My french is a little rusty.”
I gritted my teeth as Adrien nodded, the screen changing to fit in the white words.
“God that’s tiny, is there any way to make them larger?”
“Uhm, I’m not very sure? It took a while to figure out the controls.” A fist shot past my face, spreading in wait. Adrien looked wary as he placed the remote into Tim’s outstretched hand.
“This should do.” What was once manageable small words were now purple and taking up a third of the screen. I could feel Adrien tense up beside me, but he refused to argue.
We continued on like this for the duration of the movie. Tim would find something new to complain about making our date feel less and less romantic and more like amicable divorcees taking their child out.
“Wow, what a beautiful movie!” Tim dabbed at nonexistent tears, his smile irritating me half to death. “What’s next guys?”
“I, uhm, actually have to head back. After all, I told Maman I wouldn’t be out late.”
“Let me walk you home!” The silence was deafening as both boys traded glances with one another, daring the other to speak again.
“Enough Tim! This was my date tonight with Adrien, not you! Quit acting like some jealous boyfriend!” Both sets of eyes turned toward me, one set glowing, the other dull.
Tim closed his slack jaw before he gathered his trash, mumbling under his breath as he left.
I took a minute, watching the door to ensure he wouldn’t turn back with some dumb retort like he always did, but instead, it remained shut. I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, urging me forward.
“I’ll walk you home Marinette.” I managed a nod as I let Adrien lead me out of the room and out of the manor.
We walked in silence for a while, his gentle touch both calming and warm in the cool October air.
“Marinette, I’m sorry. That wasn’t exactly how I planned for our first date to go. I’m not sure what was up with Tim.”
My laugh was curt as I slowed my pace, the bakery coming into view far too quickly.
“Tim is just lonely. I know that, yet I’ve been ignoring him some time for petty reasons. He just,” I paused, steps away from the windows to avoid any unwanted audiences, “he just can take the jokes too far sometimes and I can’t handle that.”
Adrien nodded as if he sort of understood what I meant, his eyes glancing to the building beside us.
“Is this your house? Do you live above the bakery?”
“Uh, yeah. There’s an apartment above with a side entrance. So I suppose, this would be my stop.” His chuckle echoed as he moved his hand from my back to brushing against my own hanging hand.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t how I imagined it would go, but can I at least end it how I planned?”
My heart was certainly ready to burst as he gently turned me until our noses were mere centimeters apart. He seemed to be waiting, his lips parted ever so slightly. This was my chance, and yet I was too mesmerized by how close he was. Could I at least nod?
Perhaps I did. The confirmation he waited for set him in motion as he closed to the slight distance between us. His lips were warm and soft and I felt as if I could melt into the sidewalk, as happy as could be.
It almost felt life ending when he finally pulled back, his smile sending my head spinning.
“I’ll see you Monday, Marinette. Goodnight.” He lifted my hand, placing a small peck against my knuckles before releasing it, turning to leave me dumbfounded in front of my own house. My eyes trailed after him, only allowing me to step toward my own home once he was just out of sight.
There was literally nothing that could ruin the high that I was on during that very moment. If only I had known what was waiting for me as I turned the knob.
“Welcome home hunny! Look who decided to stop by to see you!”
The color drained from my face as the snarky smile set off every alarm in my mind.
“Long time, no see Dupain-Cheng. I thought the first thing you would do when I got here was come and see me, but I guess that was too much to hope for now wasn’t it.”
“Chloe, you know you’ve been busy, so why are you acting like it’s all my fault?”
Her heavy, dramatic sigh reminded me exactly why I hadn’t reached out. Chloe is one my best friends besides Tim, but she can be a bit much sometimes. Imagine being so average that even when you stand next to a pillar, you make the pillar look more outstanding. Got that picture? Now imagine little old average me standing next to a three times Miss Junior World Wide pageant winner.
See? A bit much for my mental health to hang out in public with her.
“C’mon now, you know that’s not the only thing stopping you from calling. Your mother told me you had a date tonight. You finally give that Wayne boy a chance?”
I rolled my eyes as I slid into the chair across from her, the weight of the night finally hitting.
“You and I both know he’s just messing with me, mocking me if you will.” Chloe shared a look with my mother, both sighing. I knew what they were thinking, but they didn’t know Tim. He was always like that, always will be. “Besides, there was a transfer student. From Paris to be exact.”
I knew I had captured her attention as she leaned forward, her fingers intertwining before resting on the table.
“Maybe you know him. From what I gathered, he and his family are Paris elites. Adrien Agreste-”
“Mhmm, girl, drop him now.”
I paused as I waited to see if she would elaborate, but instead, she just sat back in her chair as if already bored with the conversation.
“Why should I? He’s so handsome and so sweet and we both share similarities. He’s so perfect Chloe.”
“Yeah, no.” She glanced over her pristine nails as if looking for a crack in the polish to punish. “He is a daddy’s boy and you are not his father’s type. His father will insist he marry someone that would be good for business and I’m sorry but you’re not that Marinette.”
“Marriage?” I could feel myself burning red at the implication. “We only went on one date, Chloe!”
“And it should stay that way. Trust me, he and his family are nothing but trouble for you. You should ask out Tim instead.”
“Are you done?” Chloe sighed before nodding, letting her hand fall to hit the table with an exaggerated smack. “I know that he is out of my league. Trust me, for someone so perfect like him, he needs perfect to match. In fact, I was planning on calling you soon anyway, but since you’re here..”
I trailed off, waiting for her to draw her own conclusion.
“Marinette, nobody is perfect. Stop putting him on a pedestal before you hurt yourself.”
If I weren’t mistaken, I would almost think she was concerned for me, but that just wasn’t Chloe’s style.
“So can you do it or not?”
Her sigh was long and drawn out, ending in a slight nod.
“Let’s get to it. We have a lot of work to do before Monday rolls around.”
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You know, I had always wondered how Lila felt walking into school every day knowing that every set of eyes was pinned to her.
Now I knew.
It was revolting. How could she walk so confidently knowing that everyone was gaping at her, certainly waiting for her to mess up? At least, that’s how it felt as people didn’t even bother to hide their broken necks as I whisked past them.
It would be a lie if I didn’t disclose that I practically dove into the safety of my homeroom before I fell into a full-blown panic attack.
“Marinette?” I stiffened as I peaked up at the boy standing in front of my desk. It had been two whole days and Tim hadn’t even messaged me, yet here he was, his mouth hanging as low as everyone else’s. “Are you wearing make-up?”
I nodded as he slipped into his usual seat, his expression shifting from surprise to one of suspicion.
“This has Chloe’s handiwork all over it. Did she stop your house or something this morning?”
“She’s staying for the next couple of weeks to avoid that shady hotel on fifth that her mom booked for her.”
Tim nodded with understanding, but not another word was spoken. It almost felt like a dagger to my heart. Where was the Tim I knew with the backhanded compliments and joke dates? Surely if a makeover couldn’t get a reaction from him, what was I expecting from Adrien?
I let out a sigh as I fell forward, my forehead resting on the cool desk. Where was Adrien anyways? He was always ten minutes early for every class. This was so unlike him.
“Oh my god! There you are Mariboo!” A shiver traveled down my spine jolting me up in my seat. There was only one person with an annoying shrill in their voice that could outmatch Chloe’s.
“Lila? You’re not even in this class. What do you want?”
Her laugh felt like listening to a cat using the blackboard as its new scratching post. I couldn’t help but flinch as she placed a perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder.
“You’re so mean Mariboo! I was coming to make sure that we were still on for lunch today! Adrikins had a photoshoot this morning but he wanted to invite all of us to eat with him on his break!”
Her enthusiasm was sickening.
“But Lila, you don’t like me-”
“Don’t like you? Babe! What is with you today? If my boyfriend asks me to bring you to lunch then that’s all I need to confirm our sisterhood.” Boyfriend. Boyfriend. I couldn’t be bothered to hide my shock as Lila’s fake smile shifted to show her more sinister and true smirk. “Yeah, Boyfriend. We went to dinner last night and he asked me there! So romantic huh? Anyways, I trust I’ll see you later then huh? Okay then! Hugs and Kisses, byee!!”
My eyes narrowed as they shifted to where Tim sat beside me, feigning ignorant to the interaction. Was this his retaliation for what I had blurted out on Saturday? I only called it how I saw it and it was Tim’s fault for pushing me that far! He was being childish at this point.
“Do you think she’s lying about Adrien asking her out?” The silence was deafening as Tim slowly lowered his forehead to the desk, his eyes shut tightly as if trying to imagine he was anywhere else than right beside me. Regardless, I tried to continue. “It has to be a lie, right? I mean Adrien said he liked me, not her! We even kissed.”
Tim’s body stiffened beside me. Of course, that would get a rise out of him, he was always overprotective about those kinds of things. Alas, my excitement was dulled as he returned to his relaxed state once more, his silence continued.
Whatever. I don’t need Tim. I can figure this out for myself. All I had to do was wait till lunch.
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“Oh my! You actually came! How exciting.” Lila’s smile was dripping with false elation, a hint of thrill dancing in her eyes as if she couldn’t wait for the drama to unfold in front of her. “Aidrikins, look who it is!”
Adrien wouldn’t even meet my eyes, his arm dangling lifelessly from Lila’s shoulders. If I had to guess, he wanted to be anywhere else at that moment. The thought leaked its way into a small smile.
“Why don’t you take a seat Mariboo? I have someone who wanted to talk to you. Someone who loved your little-” she paused, her nose scrunching up as she searched for the right word,”-transformation?”
I didn’t even have time to question her before I was thrown off balance, an arm forcing me into the chair at the table.
“‘Sup girl? You’re looking fine today.” Instant dread flooded my soul as I was squeezed into a damp t-shirt that I could only assume was sweat-drenched. “You don’t mind if I slide in beside you eh?”
“Kim-Get. Your. Arm. Off. Me. Now.”
“Woah, woah, c’mon little lady. Don’t be like that! You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you Marinette.”
Lila’s smile was infuriating as she watched as Kim pushed me into the open seat, his arm heavy on my shoulders.
“What is the meaning of this Lila?” Her eyes feigned innocence as she cocked her head to the side, her fingers tapping the table.
“Whatever do you mean Marinette? I’m just trying to help you get over your heart break now that Adrikins has chosen me to be his girlfriend. You know the old saying; ‘the best way to get over one is to get under another’.”
I could barely stand to let her finish before I pushed Kim away, taking off ducking so that he couldn’t reach out again. Why did I think for even a second that this would turn out okay? Did I expect Adrien to wrap me up in his warm arms and tell me she was just a joke? How stupid of me.
“Marinette?” I slowed down long enough to catch Tim’s worried gaze, the strength in my legs finally giving out as I slumped to the ground. “Marinette! What happened?”
I tried to speak, but I couldn’t seem to find my voice. I reached up absentmindely to where the warmth in my cheeks sat, recoiling at the dampness I found. Had I started crying? When did that happen?
“Here, take this.” I didn’t even bother to look up as the weight of Tim’s jacket slipped over my shoulders. He gently helped me to my feet, pulling me toward the door that led to the courtyard, a bench in view. “Can you make it to our spot?”
My voice still seemed to fail me, a nod was all I could manage. It was enough for Tim who seemed to understand. The moment the back of my knees hit the cool wood, I buckled. Tim crouched in front of me, reaching out hesitantly to brush some of the leftover tears lingering on my cheek.
“Is this because of Adrien?” The air left my lungs, my body going rigid. “This is what I was worried about Mari. He seems perfect, but the jerk was torn between you or popularity. Anyone who can’t see the right choice there isn’t deserving of you.”
“Torn between me and popularity?” My voice was hoarse, it sounded unfamiliar.
“Yeah. He had the audacity to ask for my advice as to whether or not it was worth it to date you or have friends. Can you believe that? As if Lila’s little group will still want him after his newness has worn off.”
“And what did you tell him?” Tim stiffened as he shifted his eyes away from mine. “Tim, what was your advice to him?”
“He told me to drop you because you only saw your old life in me and that you weren’t as invested in this as I was.” My body felt as stiff as Tim’s looked as we both glanced to where he stood, breathless and red, his own eyes tinging pink as if he were holding back tears himself.
“Stop.” Tim’s voice was a whisper, his hand retracting from where it had been resting on my cheek. Adrien took a step forward, holding his head higher as he looked down on the two of us.
“He told me that you always had short-lived crushes and that you longed for your old life often. So much so that when I showed up, you were more fascinated by what I could offer over who I was.”
“That’s not what I said-”
“It’s exactly what you told me! So imagine my surprise when she showed up at lunch today looking like I had pulled the rug out from under her feet. Marinette, this isn’t what I meant to happen. I like you, alot. And if you like me too, I’d want to give this a shot, truly.”
My brain felt as if it were short-circuiting. Tim had done many things in the past to thwart my crushes but he’d never put me in a situation that would hurt me. Never. Yet, when my eyes met Adrien’s, something sincere stirred, pulling at my heart.
“Tim?” His eyes shifted to mine, tears brimming at the edge threatening to spill at any moment. Was this really the face of a selfish man sabotaging me? “I want to hear it from you, Tim. What was your advice to Adrien?”
“Marinette, I already told you-” Adrien fell silent at the sight of my palm, urging him to stop. It wasn’t a lack of trust in him, it was the fact that I felt too much trust for Tim. I just knew he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, he-
“That’s more or less what I told him,” he was barely audible but I heard every word clearly as they pierced my chest. “But Marinette, I couldn’t watch him string you along anymore. You don’t know the conversations he has at night with Lila, you don’t know-”
I couldn’t imagine the face I was making right now. I couldn’t even begin to fathom a face to make in the first place. Nothing out of Tim’s mouth was making sense. Adrien was telling the truth? Tim really said that about me?
“Marinette, please listen-” my hand moved before I could think, smacking Tim’s as it attempted to rest itself back on my cheek.
“Tim.” He seemed to understand as he stood, taking a step back from where I sat. “Tim, just,-I-”
I didn’t even know what to say. Why did it hurt so bad? What was this gut-wrenching feeling? It wasn’t like this was the first time Tim had sabotaged a crush. But wasn’t it the first that he had gone this far? The first he had said such awful things to me? Right?
“I think you should leave Wayne.” There was a tense moment where the air stood still and the two boys in front of me stared each other down, daring the other to speak again. It was Tim who would inevitably give in, stepping back toward the school building without a glance back. And for some reason, that hurt most of all.
His face, what face was he making right now as he walked away? It’s the only thing I can think about, it’s monopolizing my thoughts. Tim, Tim, Tim-
“Hey, hey, don’t cry. It’s okay.” Adrien pulled me forward until I was pressed into his chest, the dampness of my cheeks finally hitting. When did the tears start? Why did they start? “Marinette, I don’t know what Tim has said about me, but I really do have feelings for you. I never once faltered when it came to that. Is there any way you could give me a second chance?”
His heart was pounding. Was he nervous? I could hear the words coming out of his mouth, but I couldn’t process the meaning behind them. Was he asking me out?
“A second chance? Aren’t you dating Lila?”
“I am, but I’m not. I-I don’t care for her as I do you. It was just that Tim told me you weren’t interested and she has been asking me for weeks now. I’m sorry. I know this doesn’t look good on my part, but I swear Marinette. If you tell me right now that you will accept my request, then I’ll leave her. It’s you that I want Marinette. So what do you say?”
“I-I don’t know what to say. I mean, Adrien it was one date. Are you sure you want to throw away your relationship on one date?”
Adrien pulled back, his eyes shining as elegantly as the first time I saw them.
“I’m sure Marinette. I would be willing to bet anything on you.” Hesitantly, he reached forward, wiping the tear stains from my face, his hand remaining on my cheek. “May I?”
I couldn’t process just what he was asking, my mind still boggled with thoughts of Tim retreating. I could feel my face being pulled forward ever so slowly, his nose nearly tickling my own. Was this okay? Was it okay to allow him to steal yet another kiss? Was Tim right? Did I truly care about Adrien or was he just another crush? He paused, his lips mere centimeters from mine.
“Is this okay Marinette?”
No, Tim was wrong. Adrien was wonderful and caring and I actually liked him. This was something I decided for myself regardless of Tim’s opinions. It was my turn to close the distance between us. His lips were soft and delicate, almost hesitant as he returned the kiss. As he pulled away, my head felt dazed. It was different from the melting sensation I had felt before. This one was gentle, like a promise sealed between the two of us. It was comforting.
"Come with me Saturday,” my voice felt foreign as it slipped out of my mouth, unsure of where this surge of courage came from. “My friend has a fashion show and while it’s not the most exciting thing in the world, I’m sure it would be much better with you there.”
“If it’s with you, I’m sure it will be a blast. I’d love to come, Marinette.”
There was a pause as I registered his words in my head.
“So, like a date..right?”
Adrien’s laugh bellowed through the courtyard as he stood, offering his hand to help me stand as well.
“Exactly like a date.” He pulled my hand forward until his lips brushed over my knuckles, his warmth lingering even after he released his grip. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to take care of a certain someone before I can officially call you mine.”
Adrien offered a small wave before turning to jog back inside.
I remained standing, my eyes following his retreating figure. He left through the same door that Tim had, reminding me once again, that I also had someone I should take care of. But was that the case? Tim never explained himself, just upped and left after Adrien suggested he should.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t trust Adrien and what he said, it just felt wrong to watch Tim leave me, to leave my side without a word.
Maybe we both just needed some space. After all, I had no idea what I would do, what I would say if I saw him right now. I would just wait until after Saturday, after my date, after a perfect night out.
Yeah, that would be the best time.
I reached into my pocket, my fingers already dialing before my phone was even in view.
“What do you want Dupain-Cheng? Aren’t you still in class?”
“Well, hello to you too Chloe. I’m doing fine thanks for asking.” There was a deep sigh that resonated through my phone as if she was deciding if I were worth her time. Supposing I was, she clicked her tongue waiting for me to continue. “Adrien agreed to come with me to that show you’re walking in on Saturday.”
“And why would he do that?”
“I would like to assume it’s because he likes me and wants to spend time with me, but that’s just a guess. Who knows for sure?”
Chloe tsked and the line went dead before I could even say another word. I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. At least the one thing I could count on was for Chloe to remain constant.
Never mind anything else that occurred, the only thing I had to concentrate on was my date. Forget Tim, forget Lila. I had a perfect date on Saturday and that was the only thing that mattered.
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“So, enjoying your backstage luxury? Honestly, you’re drooling as if you haven’t eaten in days looking at all these up-and-coming designers.”
I unconsciously wiped the drool that had seeped at the corner of my mouth as I turned in circles taking in the landscape. It wasn’t much. A bunch of thrown-together counter space and curtain dividers, but the hope and exhaustion on everyone’s face as their hard work finally came to light was what made it so fascinating for me..
“I can’t help it, Chloe. I know I told Adrien that it wouldn’t be that exciting, but to be honest, it’s so gratifying watching them. Maybe I’ll take my hobby seriously and find myself here one day. You’ll wear my designs, right Chloe?”
“Mm, you’ll have to prove to me that your designs are worth my time.” She stuck out her tongue, her eyes taunting me to retaliate. “Besides, I know this is all just a deflection Dupain-Cheng. You’re avoiding the original question I asked when you first got here.”
My body stiffened slightly as I shifted my gaze to a nearby model having their make-up fixed. Anywhere but Chloe was a good place to look seeing as the burning sensation in my skull indicated that she was most likely throwing her killer glare in my direction.
“I told you, Chloe, he said he would meet me here and he just hasn’t texted me yet.”
“That sounds like a load of bullshit to me, but whateves.” It was odd that he hadn’t called me or even shot a single text. We were supposed to meet up an hour ago but after thirty minutes of waiting and three missed calls from Chloe, I decided I would wait inside for him to contact me. “The show will be starting soon so you should try and find a decent seat. Maybe lover boy can find the guts to show up before I walk.”
I nodded before edging my way to the curtain separating the audience from the models. Peeking through, my eyes scanned for a certain blonde but alas, he still wasn’t here. I excused myself to the nearest row with two seats left, placing my purse and jacket into the empty one in hopes Adrien would fill it soon.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as the announcer jumped on stage, his enthusiastic voice failing to capture my full attention. When Chloe would ask me later if I liked the show, I couldn’t even begin to tell her what she modeled. My thoughts were elsewhere, wondering just why he never even read a single text.
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I got my answer just hours after returning from Chloe’s show. In reality, I hadn’t moved from my bed, not particularly sad, just mentally exhausted. It was only after I had finally decided to brush it off as a dead battery or some freak accident, I received a text from someone I never imagined.
“Hey xinh đẹp, I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from, but I just couldn’t let this slide.”
Kim had attached a video, nearly a minute long. My heart jumped as I saw the screen frozen on Adrien’s face surrounded by dozens of people, Lila hanging right off of his arm. Was this why he was late? Did he go to break up with Lila? It would explain why he couldn’t answer me.
With a shaky breath, I pressed play, my heart threatening to drop at any moment.
“The fuck is this?”
“Tim?” His name almost sounded foreign in my mouth. What was Tim doing at Lila’s party?
“Leave it be Wayne.”
“Yeah Timmyboo, just leave it be.” Lila giggled as she brought Adrien’s face to hers, leaving small sloppy kisses all over his face. It almost made me sick to my stomach. That looked nothing close to breaking up.
“You told her that you were leaving this bitch! You lied to Marinette.”
“Oh c’mon Tim. Marinette’s nice and all, but her crush on me was overbearing and what was it going to give me in return? Huh?”
“She would’ve given you the world if you asked! How can you not realize that? When Marinette loves someone, she does it with her whole heart. If I had your chance, you bet your life I would never waste it like this!”
Tim… was serious. All those times, he was serious. I can’t believe I thought it was a joke when Tim was constantly pouring his heart out to me.
“Like she would ever give you a chance Wayne. Not after you made it so easy for me to get her to hate you. I’ll let her know eventually, but in reality, she has nothing. Especially compared to Lila. It’s like father always said, relationships are only good for what they can offer yo-”
Adrien never got to finish his sentence as Tim’s fist connected with his face. I could hear Kim let out a string of cusses as the video cut out. There was nothing I could do as I stared at my phone, still processing what I had seen, what I had heard. I stared until the screen blackened and all that was left was my own shocked expression.
For some reason, it didn’t hurt that bad hearing Adrien’s words. Somewhere deep inside of me must have realized that fascination with someone from where I grew up way outshined the actual connection I had made up.
“Tim,” He tried to protect me. It wasn’t just some jealous ulterior motive; Tim just didn’t want to see me hurt. And speaking of Tim, “my God, I have to find Tim!”
I pushed off my bed, racing down the stairs and out the front of the bakery. Maman glanced sideways at me as I zipped past, but she did nothing to stop me, a seemingly knowing smile plastered on her face. I’m sure I’ll deal with her teasing later, but that wasn’t the important thing at the moment.
No, the only thing that mattered was finding-
“Marinette?” My feet planted themselves, my arms involuntarily shooting out to balance myself. Before I had even turned, my heart was already jumping in my throat. “Marinette, where are you going?”
I couldn’t stop myself as I stumbled forward, my steps clumsy as I made my way to where he stood.
“Marinette? I-oof” I threw myself into Tim, my arms tightening around him in fear that if I let go, he would somehow slip away from me. He hesitated for a moment before I felt his own arms wrap themselves around me.
We stood there as seconds passed, neither speaking, just simply holding on for dear life.
“I love you.” His heart raced, reacting to my words much the same as my own. “I’m sorry for everything Tim. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize you never once were joking about your feelings for me. I’m sorry that I let a stupid boy come between me and my best friend. But most of all, I’m sorry that I never had the courage to say it sooner. I love you, Tim.”
All too quickly he pulled back, his hand rushing to his face in an attempt to cover the spreading red.
“You-ou-you-you can’t just spring that on me! I didn’t have any time to prepare. And you took away my big moment! You have no idea the demons that I literally fought to finally work up the courage to come confess! Marinette!”
I felt the giggle bubbling up as Tim attempted to compose himself, the blush ever-burning as it moved to brush against his neck.
“I guess I should add that to my apology speech too huh?”
“Yes! You should! I want a formal apology later for ruining something that I have been planning for since we were kids.”
“And what about now?” Tim cocked his head as I took a small step forward in an attempt to close the space between us. “If that’s what you want for later, what do you want for now?”
I could practically see the wheels turning in Tim’s head as he tentatively reached out, grasping my face as lightly as he could with both hands. Time seemed to stop as he pulled me forward, his breath quick and uneven, much like my racing heart.
“I want to kiss the woman I love, but only if she wants me to.”
“What a coincidence, I also was thinking that I would love to kiss the man in front of me.”
We both moved forward, our lips and teeth colliding at the same time.
“Ow!” Tim released one hand as he covered his mouth. There was a moment of silence before we both erupted, our laughter mingling as it filled the night air. “Somehow, that felt exactly like us.”
I could only nod as my laughter faded out, an ear-splitting smile taking its place.
“It’s okay though because now we can try again any time.”
Tim smiled as he leaned forward once more. “Good, because I would love to try again right now.”
His lips were soft and his kiss was gentle and described in a single word; perfect. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against my own, his heart practically jumping through his shirt.
“Is this real?”
“It is.”
I shared his sentiment. It didn’t feel real that after all this time, after everything that had happened, we had finally found our way back to each other.
I’m sorry if this wasn’t the happy ending you were waiting for. After all, I did warn you that it wasn’t your typical girl meets boy.
In the end, I never quite figured out my question; how do you survive in an extraordinary world when you’re only average? After everything, I still don’t have anything definite, but I suspect that it becomes infinitely easier when you fall in love with your best friend.
As I met Tim’s eyes in our last moments alone that night, the only thought occupying my mind was that never again would I ever let him go.
I found the person that makes my average life extraordinary and he’s always been right by my side.
“Never leave Tim, okay?” I could feel the warmth from his smile before it even appeared.
“You’re only stuck with me for the rest of your life and any time after that.”
I reached forward, intertwining our fingers, relishing in the perfect fit. This was everything I had been searching for and now it was quite literally in my grasps.
This, well this was only the beginning of our story, but that’s a tale for another time, right?
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Tempverse: Episode 2: Camping Time!
Here is episode 2, which I had to cut down cause going past 5k is starting to drive me insane! Also my finger has been locking up.
Pyrrha Nikos was a lot of things, she was a champion, a S Grade Fighter, someone who always thought about doing the right thing. Someone who believed her destiny would be to save as many as she could, even if it were to cost her life. She was many things, and one thing that many forgot or didn’t realize, was that chiefly among everything else she was still a young woman. Another thing very few knew was that she was an actor, a person who could put on a front when pressured by others and who could mask how she really felt. And finally something that no one knew, because of the former reasons, was that she was a Grade A pervert. Though really, could you blame the young woman? As previously stated she WAS a young woman, one who was currently blossoming into her full youth, one who had urges and desires. One who was currently in a field filled with health… strong… robust young individuals who were practically spewing out sexual pheromones.
In fact, she had been invited to no less than 4 orgies in her past! So yes she was a bit of a pervert, often having wild fantasies about her competition together, or them alone, or other women and men it really didn’t matter to her. But one thing she was, something that oftentimes got her called a stiff, was someone who was devoted to the idea of destiny and love. Despite her… growing lust, she was strong willed so much so that she really never saw the point in participating in sexually charged campaigns. So despite the invitations she declined, albeit a small part of her HAD regretted that decision a few times. Though when ‘accidents’ happened and said competitors ended up in quite the pickle, well she was most grateful to have stuck to her guns.
Still to sate her urges she fantasized, which wasn’t too difficult when shower rooms were all unisex. Despite her attempts to keep her eyes low she HAD seen quite a few individuals in their bare and well… she may have had some seriously twisted thoughts. Like that one time, her old classmate and rival Arslan was actually the sweetest of girls! Pyrrha wasn’t sure if she was like her or not, hiding her devious desires, or was simply naive enough to not care… but there had been times where Pyrrha had thought about her rival being pinned. The very thought of various men and women taking their turns with the gorgeous dark skinned muscular fighter had seen her through SEVERAL heated nights.
So yes… Pyrrha Nikos was in fact a pervert… one who may or may not have had several metal piercings at various peculiar places… ones that she made SURE to keep hidden. She was fine with being called prudish, fine with no one knowing her secrets or her desires. It was easier that way, easier to be seen as abstinent, clean, pure. So she made a vow to herself, never to display herself in public, to hide her dirty little secrets taking them to the grave. She’d always been good at it, she never thought it would change.
Yet, as she rested beneath the cold droplets of a running shower head, she found herself unable to concentrate. Her thoughts laying back to the night before, the soft husky moans reverberating from within arms reach, or… or her own lack of inhibitions. She could still feel the sensation of her fingers running through her soft soaking pussy, her digits roaming across the plump lips squeezing and grinding against her needy flesh. Her new friends lusty moans still filled her ears, the wild scent of… of Jaune’s seed still clung to her nose. Every breath was filled with a deep murky aroma. Everytime she closed her eyes she could still envision the bag shifting as they… as they… as they plunged themselves into one another.
She could only imagine, only DREAM about what was happening beneath those sheets, what they were doing to one another. Pyrrha was an observant woman, always keeping an eye out for competition… always watching for an opportunity to imagine. And… while others had ‘chosen’ to mock Jaune in his surprisingly adorable onesie… in her perverse and twisted little thoughts had chosen to take a peak downstairs. Oh how easy it was to see, she was surprised at the lack of attention his lower region had received, perhaps the only other person to notice was the woman who had struck first?
As thoughts of the night before continued to flutter through her thoughts, her hands began to slowly descend down her tight finely fit stomach. Fingers, sliding between the curvature and creases of her abs roaming lower beneath her pelvis and finding themselves sinking between her drenched lips.
Yet as her hands began to seep into her flesh, her thoughts fell back to their conversation. Her eyes shut tightly as she bit her lip, everything coming back to her as clear as day.
The young Nikos had never been so far away from home, even in her old school she was still within walking distance of her family house. Even as she closed her eyes to try to lul herself into a comfortable rest she found herself unable to. She wondered, as her heart paced quickly within her breasts, if her new friends, oh a word she’d so adored to use, were already fast asleep. Perhaps they were not? Mayhaps she would be able to start a brief conversation with them. And yet, as she willed herself to fumble around, she heard them speak. Their voices but a soft whisper, almost drowned out by the snoring in the distance.
The young woman’s heart began to race, the sound of the two laying just within arms reach whisked its way towards her. “I don’t belong here…” She stilled, her thoughts running rampant at what Jaune meant. He was approved, he must have belonged here, right? “I… I faked my transcripts.” Quickly her hands wrapped around her lips forcing down the gasp that nearly escaped. She… she shouldn’t be hearing this! But… he DIDN’T belong here! Her heart began to crack, she’d just made a friend, and now she would have to part. She WOULD tell the Headmaster, even… even if she destroyed their new friendship she couldn’t let him get hurt, couldn’t let him hurt anyone else. She knew… knew that… there was a selfish part of her that didn’t want to.
Despite her reservations, they continued to talk, her thoughts in shambles as they came upon May’s response. She heard them shift around, nearly drowning out May’s soft, “I’ll protect you.” Pyrrha wondered, was that what friends did? Did a good friend still let something dangerous happen to their new companions? She didn’t know, she’d never been close to anyone before… but… but… then they got to the conversation about her. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, hadn’t meant to… but now she found herself completely enraptured by their muted musings. “She’s really pretty…” “She’s apparently famous…” “Doesn’t matter…” “She just wants friends…”
She bit upon her lips, fighting back the choking sobs that were sure to follow. Her heart swelled and body trembled. She’d never had anyone talk about her that way, they… their voices were genuinely concerned. They wanted to be around her, they really didn’t know who she was, yet they wanted to be with her. She heard the Schnee’s name brought up, but mostly in jest, though she too had noticed the lustful glances that the young Heiress had passed her way. Despite herself, despite the previous thoughts of turning Jaune in… she decided that maybe it would be okay to be a bit selfish this time around?
Then something she wasn’t EVEN sure wasn't part of one of her fantasies happened.
Even as Pyrrha’s legs trembled beneath her, her painted breath washed out by the hot flooding water above her and her toes curling into the hard tile floor, she found the events of last night to be too outrageous. Her fingers curled within her quivering hole, grasping at the soft edge of her lips and plunging deeper into her depths. Squelch her ears were surrounded by the soft sound of liquid and air passing between her fingers and her pussy. Her soft vulva folded beneath her tight white knuckles as she squeezed around her digits. Her tongue whisked around her free hand, flicking between her fingers as she squeezed upon the strong pink muscle.
She could only imagine what they were doing, and oh how it delighted her! Just the thought of May’s small short stacked body being penetrated by that ridiculous monster between Jaune’s legs set her off! Oh Brothers’ she wished she could have seen it, just… oh just watching them mate would have been so very delightful~ Would her little stomach bulge as his member punched into her? Would those huge, delicious wobbly tits jiggle and bounce with every thrust? She felt something shake inside of her while she pushed her head against the hot tile bracing herself for what was to come.
“Oh gods oh gods!” She couldn’t stop herself any further, pinning her head against the tile, her ass wiggled expectantly. Her mind was cracking, turning hazy as she continued to think about what she’d experienced yesterday. She’d seen so many, seen a ton of things, but never that close, or! Or that BIG, THAT HUGE! Jaune’s massive cock hidden and tucked away, May’s massive bouncing soft breasts hidden away by her thick jacket. How either of them moved was beyond her, but she couldn’t get the image out of her mind! She wanted to touch them! To suck on them, to feel both of them!
Her eyes shut tight as she imagined herself, pinned between both Jaune and May, her face buried between May’s massive breasts rubbing herself back and forth as her fingers squeezed into those plump swells. She imagined Jaune behind her, his massive GIANT FUCKING COCK, Piercing her insides pushing all the way into her depths burying himself into her. She couldn’t stop herself as her fingers grew faster and faster. Her body quaked as her nails curved into her soaked pussy.
She wanted something else, something bigger, harder, something to fill her with thick hot seed! She wanted Jaune to bury into her, to breed her and pin her! Despite her lustful experiences in the past, she’d NEVER felt the desire to be bred. To have someone pump all their baby batter inside of her oven. She’d never wanted to motorboat someone so badly before, to bury her face into a woman’s breasts, to suck and pinch them as much as she wanted now! Her body was on the edge, her womb quivered in hope and anticipation. She knew it was something more, something far deeper than a physical attraction. They had treated her differently, had ignored her status that… that had turned her on far more than it should have! And… and they both had a scent to them, an intoxicating aroma that she oh gods! Just thinking about the smell coming off of their bodies that morning! It was still trapped in her nose, her thoughts befuddled as she was getting to the edge. “DICK DICK COCK! TITS BREASTS MILKBAGS! BREED ME BREED ME BREED ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME! COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK DICK DICK DICK! CUM CUM CUM CUM! INSIDE INSIDE INSIDE!” SHE WANTED SO BAD! SO BAD! “SUCK IT! SUCK DICK! SWALLOW! DRINK!” She tried as she might to stifle those last words, thanking the brothers she was alone.
Her lips sucked on her plunged digits as she tried to muffle her coming orgasm. With a silent scream she fell to her knees. Her core tightening inside, no one would notice the sticky clear fluids being washed away by the falling faucet water. Her chest heaved as she let her mind clear of the thoughts of last night. “How are those two doing?”
By the time Jaune had woken, May and Pyrrha had already gone off, obviously starting their day. Fighting back the residual grogginess he began to shift, slowly sitting up. Slowly he began to clench his hand into a grip and then release it, repeating it a few times to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming. After a few cycles, he felt his blood warm inside his body at the realization and dawning of what had happened last night. He could still feel May’s body pressed against his, the phantom warmth of their embracing forms floated within his thoughts. “So it wasn’t a dream…”
While he wanted to relish in satisfaction, the sound of a bell chiming above stripped him from his thoughts. “Right… I have a lot to do today.” Though as he stared down, the sticky feeling between his thighs was still ever present, he knew the first thing he would have to do was take a shower…
Thankfully it didn’t take too long to shower, and it had been a rather uneventful affair, well minus a few of the stares he’d been getting as he made his way over. Perhaps it was because of his close proximity to Pyrrha? Or maybe they’d caught notice of his and May’s little endeavors last night? He wasn’t really sure… and honestly he had more important things to think about, like surviving today. He couldn’t shake the feeling of how out of his depths he was. Everywhere he looked he was met with confident grins, robust bodies, people who KNEW they had this… people who knew they belonged here.
While he, Jaune Arc, truly didn’t belong here, he wasn’t stupid… well okay he probably wasn’t what one would call street smart, it was kind of hard to be with how much time he spent in bed. But! But, he’d been given the best education that his parents could afford, and thankfully that was quite a bit! He’d also had his sisters help him out from time to time, they’d all been such wonderful supporters. Also being bedridden had given him a lot of free time! So he’d read, and no not just comics though he really did enjoy those, no he’d gone out of his way on reading about the outside. Reading about Grimm, reading about how to survive, not once had he ever given up hope on being a huntsman. So even though he’d honestly felt like he’d never get the chance, he’d still sworn to try.
So yeah he wasn’t stupid, he knew oh how he absolutely knew that au… that Headmistress Glynda and Headmaster Ozpin knew his transcripts were fake. Which made it all the more shocking when they’d accepted him in. His parents hadn’t taken it well at first, but they’d relented when he talked it out with them. His family had their reservations about him coming to Beacon, so they did their best to try to get him ready in the short amount of time that they’d had left. He knew that none of them expected him to pass, they were banking on him flunking out during initiation. He knew… or at least he felt that Un… that Headmaster Ozpin was just humoring him. He knew that of course but… but he had to take the chance!
And yet, he knew how right they were, how he didn’t even believe in himself. You know, if he was being honest with himself right now, he’d say he was scared. Because he was he was honestly doing everything in his power to keep from shaking. He was terrified, terrified that he was putting his life on the line for something that he had no right of doing. He didn’t belong here, he was just some kid whose head had been filled with fantasy after fantasy. From the stories of his parents, to his older sister. He’d always wanted to see the world, wanted to experience what was behind his walls. So… even with how terrified he was, even ignoring the terrible shakes running through his body, he decided not just then but long ago. That no matter what, he’d do what he had to do. And, even has he knew that he could be facing his death at any moment, he decided that dying while doing something he wanted to do was far better than not doing anything at all.
Besides it wasn’t all that bad, he’d actually gotten to make friends! Him! Jaune Arc, quite possibly the most socially inept person in existence! Heck it wasn’t even just Pyrrha or May, there was that gi- “Jaune!”
At the call of his voice he was suddenly pulled from his thoughts. His head snapped to his right, as his gaze fell upon a small girl within a redhood. “Jaune!” She called out once again, a smile spread across his face. Yeah, this wasn’t all that bad.
“Hey Ruby.”
“Jaune! Jaune! It’s good to see you!”
How could he not feel better as he watched one of his new friends practically bounce on over to him, though the girl tagging along behind her seemed far less amused. “So sis, this is the boyfriend you were talking about.” He felt his cheeks flash hot for a moment, though only for a moment as he realized the sisterly tone coming from the girl. And as someone who had to endure CONSTANT teasing from seven sisters, he’d grown a resistance to it.
Ruby however, seemed to still lack that natural but very important defense. “What?! NO!” The young hooded girl floundered around trying to think of an excuse without also insulting her new friend at the same time. “I’m not looking for anyone! Evenifhewasreallyniceandhelpedmeout!”
There was a moment of silence between the three of them, however only for a moment as both Jaune and Yang began to burst out in a cacophonic laughter. “Oh Rubes, never change.”
And just like a kicked puppy, the young girl eyed her sister and pouted. Something that was giving Jaune serious deja vu vibes from his own little sisters. He wondered if it was just a universal sister thing or if perhaps he just didn’t have enough data. “That was mean Yang!”
The elder sister pulled the younger into a tight hug rubbing her face against her, “Oh Rubes, it's fine! So.” Jaune blinked as she brought her attention towards him, “No bunny pajamas today?” This time, however, he felt his face grow a small tinge of red as he scratched the back of his head.
“Uhm haha, no not right now at least. Though they’re honestly really comfortable.”
“And stylish too.”
Ah, thank goodness he’d had all that sister training or he may have thought that was a real compliment. He wasn’t exactly the best at picking out sarcasm, but that definitely was one. “I mean, I like them enough, and they were a gift from one of my little sisters.”
That had the unexpected effect of pulling the grin off her face and bringing her to a more serious look. It was like she was pondering something for a moment before she started talking, “Family gifts ARE important.” The blonde woman began to gently rub her hands through Ruby’s hair, running her fingers through the dark locks and pulling her close. “Okay, you got me there then.”
Jaune smiled at the small victory. “Oh uhm, I’m Jaune, Jaune Arc.” Reaching out his hand for a shake, which the girl replicated though she may have squeezed a bit too tight as he had to fight back a yelp.
“Yang, Yang Xiao Long, Ruby’s big sister.” When she released his hand he felt it pulse, “She has a seriously strong grip!” “So you on your way to get your gear then?”
“Yeah, it's almost time I think, and I don’t wanna be late.” “I’d rather be there early, otherwise I’m going to fret all day.”
Finally Ruby chimed back in, “Then we can all go together!” The excitable girl hopped around the taller blondes with a bright smile on her face. He couldn’t help but feel a bit of a confidence boost after witnessing Ruby’s own confidence. She must believe that she had this in the bag, and if someone as young as her could do it? Then well he could at the very least try, even if he failed at the end of the day he could say he at least made an attempt. And honestly, that's all he could ever ask of himself at this point.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” He could at the very least give it his all. And who knows, maybe things will turn out better than he’d expected.
May found that she was practically floating! Even the little part of her that screamed and chided her for last night’s acts was quashed down by how overall delighted she was. She’d done it! She’d practically confessed to her long time crush, and they’d almost gone all the way. It had been an absolutely fantastic experience, one that she could only HOPE would get outdone when they finally DID have their first time together. And as she all but glided across the Beacon grounds, she found herself still soaking in the memories of his touch. She could practically still feel his body around hers, his big round cock sliding between her plump thighs, or his hands grasping onto her bare bottom. Or oh how could she forget, the feeling his hot white seed soaking in her panties, foaming around the curves of her pussy.
Just the thought of it sent shivers running up her spine and making her core clench in joy. Though, and as much as she wanted to keep on with the memory, she had things to do. So, she’d left her friend behind that morning, wanting to let him get as much sleep as he could before they HAD to get up. She knew things were going to be rough for him, there was no way that whatever training his parents had given him was going to be enough. She highly doubted he’d had any official training either, so she would make due on her promise. She would protect him, and watch out for him. But first thing first she needed to get herself in the mood.
She’d spent a lot of time cleaning out her gear, her sniper though on the simpler side of things required a lot of attention and maintenance. Something she went through on a daily basis to make sure that it was still functioning properly. She would much rather be over prepared rather than not prepared, if things went bad after all. This of course meant that she was the first one in the locker rooms. It also meant that she was there when other people started to come in. She heard a few passing remarks about her getting close to Pyrrha, or how she had gotten along with the scraggly looking blonde, but she ignored them. Thankfully, and perhaps part of the reason WHY she put so much attention into her maintenance was because of how it let her wash out her normal shyness.
She was able to ignore the dreadful thoughts of dealing with others, of having to face other people. It let her simply concentrate on something that wouldn’t judge her, or talk about her behind her back. She could just put her all into making sure that the very thing keeping her alive was working. And that was something she could get behind, something she truly enjoyed. So she ignored the conversations going on around her, and gratefully so. Though, there was one conversation she found herself almost completely unable to ignore. Thankfully she’d finished her preparations by that point.
“So Pyrrha, have you thought about whose team you would want to be on.”
“I’m not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may.”
“Uhm, excuse me?”
Okay, that was enough familiar voices to grab her attention, though as she finally snapped out of her own little world she realized how very few people were in the locker room now. As far as she could see it was only herself, the Schnee, Jaune, Pyrrha, and two girls off in the distance. “Oh, it's a good thing I finished.” She wouldn’t want to be late after all.
Though, she felt a chill run down her spine as she began to watch the rather painful event in front of her unfold.
“What do you want?” She flinched, if looks could kill she was sure that the Schnee would be charged with murder.
Poor Jaune didn’t seem to notice though, “I’m sorry I was just wondering if you two could move please? My stu-”
“How dare you! Do you not know who this is?!” Oh she wasn’t going to let him finish. She wasn’t sure she should join in, but… Jaune would have done it for her. Letting out a sigh she walked up to the group. Though by this point the Schnee had begun to make Pyrrha quite uncomfortable if the pained expression she had on her face was anything to go by.
“And do you think you deserve to be on the same team as her?!”
“I uhm…”
“He… he didn’t… say anything about that though?” May despite her normal meekness decided to chime in. This of course had the unwanted but expected effect of earning her the Schnee’s wrath.
“And WHO are you?” Oh jeez, how could a girl just a bit smaller than her be so frightening? It was like dealing with an angry chihuahua.
Though, thankfully before May had to respond, Pyrrha decided to comment. “Ms. Schnee, that’s enough.” May was quite surprised at Pyrrha’s hardened voice as she gazed down upon the little Snow White. “I believe that you’ve been rude enough as it was, Jaune here wasn’t even asking to be on a team.” She turned her attention to Jaune, “But I would be delighted to be.”
May smiled as Pyrrha gave Jaune a reassuring grin, the young boy’s face turning a deep crimson as he sputtered out a few nonsensical words.
“Now that's most un…”
“I believe he was simply asking us if we could move. Isn’t that right Jaune?”
“Yes please, you’re uh, in front of my locker.”
The Schnee blinked as she turned towards the number in Jaune’s hand, and then the locker behind her. Thankfully she had enough and stayed silently shortly after, huffing as she decided to take her leave.
Frankly Jaune had no idea what to do in this situation, it had been awkward enough with the girl who’d already probably didn’t like him, just kind of threatening him. “Well… that was interesting.”
Pyrrha simply smiled his way, something that caught both May and Jaune’s attention as they felt a small warm feeling churn inside of them. “I hope neither of you are bothered by any of what she said.”
“None here.” Jaune shook his head, he didn’t really get famous people.
“That’s the same for me.” May found herself stating what she felt was obvious. Despite her shyness, she liked to be upfront about things.
A warm cozy feeling fell upon the trio, only to be interrupted by the other two students still in the room. “THAT WAS AWESOME!” Ruby’s sudden appearance between the three caused the trio to suddenly jump back in surprise. The young redhead turned her attention towards Pyrrha, a gleam in her eye that Pyrrha had seen all too often, however what came next wasn’t exactly what she expected. “The way you shut her down! Ms Snooty never saw it coming!” This officially caught Pyrrha off guard, maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Well now, I see why you weren’t instantly smitten by my adorable little sister lover boy.”
Jaune nearly jumped out of his pants as Yang suddenly appeared by his side, her arm resting on his shoulder, “You’ve got these two beauties fighting over! Heck one of them’s even a champion!”
Pyrrha couldn’t help but flinch at being called champion, even if this woman, she didn’t know their names, said it only in jest towards Jaune. For now she’d let it slide, though she did take note of the way Jaune’s demeanor flattened. Regardless, now wasn’t the time for that, they would all need to be at their utmost best if they wished to survive.
“Well uuuuh! We should get going!”
The younger girl, Ruby she believed her name was, decided to break the awkwardness.
Pyrrha nodded, “I agree.” The sooner she got her partner, the better things would turn out. And hopefully, peering over to Jaune and May, she would end up on a team with these two splendid individuals.
Jaune wasn’t ready for this! He’d already been prepared for what was to come, but actually standing on a launchpad without any real plan other than “Use your Aura.” was not something that he felt comfortable with.
“Today will be the day that you decide not only your partners, but your teams.”
“Oh man!”
“I knew it!”
Jaune’s face scrunched as he heard two different voices in the background. One he recognized as Ruby, and the other he didn’t.
He couldn’t really argue with Ruby’s dismay, finding their partners in the middle of a forest was going to be awfully troublesome, it didn’t help that it was simply adding more pressure onto him, something he REALLY didn’t need right now.
“Oh gods I hope I don’t hurl.”
That had been another thing he’d been worried about when his elder sister had informed him that they’d be flying over the valley.
“The first person you make contact with will be your new partner.”
“Oh that's… that doesn’t seem like a good way to build partnerships!”
“As for teams?”
Ozpin took a sip of his ‘coffee’. Of course Jaune knew it wasn’t actually coffee, if he had to guess it was either tea or hot chocolate. The man couldn’t handle anything bitter on his tongue. He had a serious sweet tooth about it.
“Well, that’s a secret.”
Even in this rather unfortunate situation, Jaune found the time to roll his eyes.
“Now then, Professor Goodwitch?”
Jaune’s attention fell upon the disciplinarian and vice headmistress of Beacon Academy. Probably the only real reason he’d actually made it in. Even as he took the time to scan her cold demeanor, he couldn’t help but smile. As scary as she was when she was stern and in her working mood, he’d always see her as nothing more than his loving aunt.
“You will be launched one at a time into the Emerald Forest.”
This he knew, “And when you touch down you will make an attempt to route with your fellow students. The first individuals you make eye contact with will become your partner.” He caught note of the s at the end of individuals, and that confused him slightly. Had she miss-spoken?
“From there, you have 48 hours to survive.”
He blinked, this was different from what Rua had told him it would be! But… survival? He could make do with that! Surviving off the land was probably the ONLY thing he was good at.
One nasally redhead decided to speak up, “What? What does that have to do with being a huntsman!?”
He was dutifully ignored.
“We have provided all of you with a starter pack.”
“Oh, that's what this is!”
He heard Yang call out this time.
“In it you will find various items, such as rope, a flint and steel, and most importantly a flare. If ever you feel that you are unable to continue you and your teammates must decide on withdrawing. Do note, there ARE Grimm in the forest. You will have to learn to balance your survival instincts as well as your combat. Being a Huntsman will often leave you in situations where you are low on supplies, or have to forage to survive. This will be a good deciding factor on if any of you actually have what it means.”
And with that she fell silent, pushing up her glasses as she took her place behind Ozpin.
“Well then, any questions?”
Jaune didn’t say anything, for the first time since he got here, he was feeling confident… except there was one thing he wanted to ask. Raising his hand he was also ignored.
“Good, I wish you the best of luck.”
He couldn’t help but frown, catching the smile on Ozpin’s face as he was suddenly shot into the air, “I HAD A QUESTION!”
Glynda watched as her nephew was suddenly launched into the air, having not noticed that several other students had already been sent off before him, “You know, Dana’s probably going to hear about that.”
“Oh… hmm…”
Ozpin frowned, that wasn’t good.
“Well… he should be fine, he always did enjoy reading survival guides.”
Glynda simply shook her head and sighed, this was going to be a very long initiation. And, while she was supposed to be impartial, she did hope her nephew ended up on a good team.
“So… has everyone already placed their bets onto the betting pool yet?”
Glynda frowned, “You know how I feel about betting…”
“Well?”
“Ugh… yes.”
“And?”
“Oobleck believes that at least a few students will get frisky during the initiation. He stated that Winchester is definitely going to try something.”
She glowered at the thought, “I don’t blame him… god I hope no woman ends up on his team.”
“Agreed.”
“Peach thinks that Lie, Valkyrie, and Sustrai will be up to some form of mischief and hanky panky.”
“Mmhmm.”
“And I believe that Zedong and Arc will push their relationship a little further.”
“Oh come now, that’s an easy bet. We all could practically hear them last night.” He took a sip of his drink once more, “I’m betting that Nikos snaps, you can smell the repression on the girl a mile away, your nephew is in danger.”
“I swear, he’s just like his mom…”
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The Fox Wedding - Embrace the marriage (Kita)

Summary: You are to marry the fox spirit Kita Shinsuke after you accidentally agreed to become his wife by signing the deed to your new home. A contract is a contract, he says, but is there more to this marriage than you know? Will you be whisked away by one of the foxy twins instead, or have to marry Kita after all? Can you be with a creature that only seems tender on the surface, or will you try to run even if it might cost you your life? Choose your route carefully, you never know what these foxes are up to!
Characters: Kitsune!Kita Shinsuke x afab!Reader
Rating: Explicit Warnings for this chapter: Yandere, Kidnapping, Forced/Unhealthy Relationship, Rough Handling, Mention of bite marks, Mention of Non-Con, Pregnancy, Mention of (not human) blood, Monsters, Mention of burns, Verbal threats

“Don’t you remember?”
He asked you this again on that one gloomy night as you rearranged your kimono. You had gotten good at putting it on, not because you wanted to learn how to do it, but because it was the only thing that made you feel better about yourself. The way Shinsuke owned you was painful, stinging, and tear-inducing, and you felt better not having to see the countless bite marks of possession he put on you. Thus, you learned how to do it. Better you than a maid, or worse, Shinsuke himself.
“I don’t.”
Your answer was always the same. How long had it been that you two were wed on that sun-filled, rainy day? A month? Three? Half a year? Yet, he never stopped with his riddles, and this question was the only one that arose every once in a while. Your heart ached with the desire to go home, leave this godforsaken country to be where you belonged - where you never should have left. But of course, it wasn’t that easy.
“I see,” he whispered, and from the moon shining in through the open windows in your shared bedroom, you could see him nod his head thoughtfully while his eyes focused on your stomach. “You were still so small back then. The smallest human I had ever met.”
His soft smile was lost on you as you shook your head, unbelieving of his words. Shinsuke didn’t like unnecessary talks. He’d rather have a quiet morning than one filled with small talk you learned. And when he spoke, it was hard to accept what he said. Nothing good ever came from him saying your name. No affectionate string of words sounded like he meant it when he said it in the usual indifferent tone. An ‘I love you’ was quick to change into ‘Mind your manners’, and often he ignored your wishes in favor of fulfilling some kind of clan duties.
Perhaps, the only moment you managed to catch him off-guard was when a doctor - or something close to that just less human than you liked - announced your pregnancy, but you had been too shocked to be able to react to the sincere smile on his face and the tight hug he gave you despite the news being more of a tragedy to you. It wasn’t the child’s fault, even you knew that, but from day one, you felt responsible for it yet devoid of the feeling that you could love the kid like a normal mother would.
With your hand falling to the little bump on your stomach, you were glad it was still decent enough to not be immediately visible. Yet, as long as you were aware of the growing life inside you, the more you felt the dread of having to take care of yourself for its sake. There were worse wounds that Shinsuke could inflict on you, and unfortunately, you wouldn’t even put it past the clan to follow his lead rather than step in and stop him. It still made your blood freeze to think back to when you saw the real him for the first time. No, not him. The monster he was.
It was hard to forget the ashen creature that brought fresh meat for the village. You always thought foxes were small, playful yet wild animals, but that didn’t seem to apply to fox spirits. These images kept flashing before your eyes as you stroked your belly reassuringly, the baby inside of you not yet in need of comfort, but you sure were.
Fox spirits were tall as bears, and every one of them deadlier than a pack of wolves. It was bewildering to learn that Shinsuke wasn’t even fully grown yet, only six of nine possible tails emerging from his back once he turned into that beast. You could have sworn with his fox form being as tall as you were, he’d be at least grown out, and it unnerved you to imagine what he’d look like once he was.
Even if he allowed you to pat his fur, nudged you into the affection despite smearing deer blood all over you, it was no less reassuring to know what he really looked like even if he acted like that. You had seen him snap a deer’s neck in two cleanly with his maw. You had heard him growl. And none of this made you any less afraid of your own husband, the father of your child.
Involuntarily, Shinsuke had made you become what previously had been your worst nightmare. You were a healthy woman, so it was only a question of time until his forced intimacy would produce the child everyone around you was looking forward to. Except you, but how could you possibly be when this wasn’t what you wanted at all?
Even so, you realized the child was just another innocent soul in a much more complicated scheme of his ‘love’. One you still not understood even though he was so insistent that it existed. Nevertheless, you couldn’t let yourself be punished and endanger the little one, always seeing these huge, beastly creatures in your inner eye whenever you thought about running or misbehaving. However, you also couldn’t stop yourself from flinching when he reached over to caress your stomach, unable to forgive and, even more so, forget what all he had done to you.
Tearing you out of your life, your world even, force you into this relationship and himself on you, was small compared to the ‘lessons’ and ‘training’ he made you go through to become more fitting for your role as his wife. Your maltreated body was only one evidence of his ‘care’ and ‘love’ that he so generously had sworn to you before your wedding. There was no ‘happiness’ in sight even after being married for so long. If he thought that child made you happy, he had been wrong.
Answers. Answers would have made you happy - or at least, made this more endurable.
“Back then, you were scared too.”
His palm clasped around your hand tightly as he began to circle it over the baby bump. He acknowledged your flinching, your fear. Though even if he noticed, he only ever did so in his favor, dismissing it to do whatever he pleased or continuing to force you into obeying his will. Shinsuke always looked serious and talked with logic, you wouldn’t have believed the slyness in all of his doings even though it dawned on you that it was one of the foxes’ main traits.
“Back when?” you mumbled, wanting to pull out your hand but getting stuck in his grasp, sighing inwardly as you gave up on fighting him. Not when he was so close to the child. You didn’t want to risk upsetting him.
“Twenty years? Thirty? Time--” Interrupting himself, Shinsuke let out a thoughtful hum, clearing his throat before he resumed speaking.” Time is tough to calculate when you live for so long. Day is day, night is night. Sometimes it snows, and sometimes it rains, and all the other days are mostly the same. Only now, you are here with me, and that makes me happier than anything else.”
This time, it was on you to ponder, wondering about the time frame. There was no reason to get upset about the fact Shinsuke didn’t seem to know your current age, nor how long it really had been. The message ’a long time ago’ was received by you either way. What you couldn’t rack your brain around was that there wasn’t an instance you could remember meeting Shinsuke before, especially since you hadn’t been to Japan when you were as young as he made it seem-
“Oh,” you whispered. Oh, you had been to Japan before as a child, with your family to visit friends that resided in this beautiful country. But you had forgotten all about it, how old had you been? Four? Maybe five? Now you remembered that the reason for your first trip as a teenager had been to see the country you had been to before but could barely remember since you were just a toddler back then.
Finally sitting up from his futon, Shinsuke moved over to sit next to you, his right arm snaking around your waist while his left hand remained on your belly. “Do you remember it now?” he cooed softly, leaving a kiss on your cheek as he waited for an answer patiently.
“There was a fox…” you mumbled, straining yourself to remember what happened so long in the past. “I think it was wounded.”
“Continue,” Shinsuke instructed gently, bringing his lips to your temple before brushing back your hair to continue down your neck, leaving pecks of affection behind wherever they wandered.
“It was wounded, and I… I--”
“You gave me your rice ball,” he finished for you as you struggled with your words.
“That was… you?” you slowly but surely pieced it together, and he nodded, pulling you closer to him and burying his face in the crook of your neck. His embrace was tight but less formal than any other touch he laid on you so far. A wave of honest emotions seemed to overcome him as you remembered, a voice of relief leaving him as your shared past revealed itself to you.
“But… But--”
So many questions rushed into your head before you could even utter one of them. How much of what happened was coincidental? Was everything planned? Staged? Arranged? Your thoughts must have shown in your gaze, and though he only looked up for a split second, you were sure he noticed it as he chuckled a few times.
“The truth is, back then, I wanted to kill you. I came back for you every day, and you were always playing in the garden, but your parents were always around watching you.”
Shinsuke sat up straight, instead now pulling you to lean on him and petting your hair. Your instinct detected hostility in his words, yet, your body told you to stay put and not allure him of the fear that crept up in you. You now remembered the silver fox you had met as a little kid, and though the memories were spare and rare, to think you could have died by his maw back then made a cold shudder run down your spine.
“I didn’t want the humans to find out my clan was in that forest - now, this forest - I knew it would mean that I caused them to have to leave or hunters would come. However, when you did tell--”
“No one believed me…” This time you finished his sentence instead, and Shinsuke nodded.
“I couldn’t rest, so I came back day after day, until suddenly… you were gone.”
“Yeah, we flew back home after two weeks,” you mumbled, explaining it to him despite realizing you wished you had kept it a secret. He simply didn’t deserve knowing even a little bit more than necessary.
“Exactly.”
Gently rubbing your back, Shinsuke kissed your hair, his grip on you unbudging, but there was no notion and no feeling of yours that stayed hidden long from him. “Later I found out that the owner of that house - your family’s friends, I reckon? - were aware of us, and their ancestors were granted land from us to build their house in exchange for keeping this village and residents hidden. It’s passed down as a family secret.”
“And then…” For the first time, you sat up, and Shinsuke let you go without a moment of hesitation. Slowly, but surely everything made sense, even if those answers were less relieving than you had hoped. “I bought their house when they became too old to live there. Was that- Was that all planned?”
With your brows furrowing, you looked at his face, and Shinsuke closed his eyes for a moment thoughtfully, humming in contemplation. “Was it? Who knows. Once I learned the truth, I decided you shall be my bride.”
What a dissatisfying answer, you thought, and your expression faltered, body turning away in displeasure. For the first time since you were married, you heard him make a deep sigh, the shuffling of fabric behind you as Shinsuke inched closer, having recognized your defensive stance as telling him you weren’t all too happy with his story.
“If we say fate brought us together, then destiny arranged everything. But I rather think that it was meant to be. You coming back to me is because we are meant for each other, [Name].”
“I don’t agree,” you muttered, feeling defeated. All this time, you had wondered how and why this all happened to you, but in the end, it really had just been Shinsuke’s doing. Part of you felt more betrayed, but the other half wasn’t actually feeling impressed by the knowledge. Disappointed, but not surprised, as a friend of yours always liked to say. “Then why the contract? Why set me up like this?”
“What do you think? Do you think you would have married me otherwise? Do you not despise me? Think that I am a monster? I think that’s what you called me before.”
The level of self-awareness was nothing you would have expected from him. Instinctively you would have liked to argue against him, but at the same time, his words depicted your feelings quite well. “Maybe I wouldn’t have thought that if you had--”
“[Name], please.” There it was again, the patronizing tone in his voice that had been the end to many of your conversations before. His arms wrapped around you from behind, lips landing at the back of your head as he mumbled into your hair. “I waited for you all this time, and know my feelings. There was simply no need for a year-long courtship and proving what I felt.”
“I could have needed it. Are my feelings that unimportant to you?”
Gripping his arms tightly, you dug your fingers in as best as you could. You had enough. Enough of his will being absolute and everything centering around him. All this misery just because he decided on marrying you long, long ago on his own. For the first time, you managed to pull out of his hold by your own strength, twirling around quicker than him being able to capture you again and complain.
“You are a monster! I don’t care about your feelings either since you can’t seem to respect mine! I never wanted any of this!”
Gesturing loosely to him and your stomach, you made room for your anger, even getting up to stand your ground properly. You half expected him to follow, but Shinsuke kept sitting comfortable, merely lowering his eyes and shaking his head. “Calm down, [Name]. You’ll wake the whole village with your voice.”
“What if?! As if they didn’t know how I truly feel! As if they didn’t just turn a blind eye on this situation for your sake!”
“Arranged marriages are very common here--”
“But not arranged by the groom himself! And even so, you still forced me into this, I couldn’t even refuse! You… You beast! You monster! You’re the absolute worst being I ever met, and I hate you! I hate you so much!”
Finally, Shinsuke looked up again, his gaze calm and collected as always. It was the last straw that even now, he did not budge from his views, and you decided to do something you had tried to avoid ever since becoming pregnant. Turning on your heel, you marched towards the door, gripping into the depression of the sliding door to open it. As luck would have it, these kinds of doors didn’t have locks. Thus someone usually watched over you, never leaving you alone, but weirdly enough, it didn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled and tore on it, demanding quietly that it would move out of your way.
“[Name] stop. It’s not good for the baby to get so upset,” Shinsuke called after you, and you just knew he was standing up as he spoke, causing more pressure to fall onto your shoulders. You’d run away. No matter the cost, you wouldn’t stay here. Feeling the door heat up, you jumped away from it, shocked, looking at your fingers while eerie, small flames sparked up at the spot you just touched. By now, you were a little too familiar with foxfire and what it felt like, and yet, angry as you were, it only made you spin around to face him, not expecting to have his face right up in yours the moment you turned.
“I said, stop.”
“Then I won’t listen,” you hissed back at him, rubbing your fingers carefully as they trembled in fear. Never before had resisting him done you anything good, but you reached a point of no return.
“Let’s go back to bed,” Shinsuke instructed again, his patience wearing noticeably thin as you were unbudging. “You go to bed. I am going home.”
Taking a deep breath, he stared you down with those sharp, shining eyes of his, a glare that usually made your knees buckle in fear. You never had given him such a hard time before, normally yielding before it got this far. In some way, it was thrilling, in another, nerve-wracking.
“I’ll say it only once more,” Shinsuke warned, reaching for your wrist that you pulled away before he could reach it, slapping his hand away in the process.
“Or what?” you spat at him, as disgusted as you could. This would end here, you decided. All of it: The fake marriage, your submissiveness, the way you played along and embraced your role as his wife until now. The child too, if you got out of this house, this village, and his clutches.
“You saw the beast before.” Shinsuke spoke his words calm and slow, but his voice lowered dangerously as he kept up his glare unbudgingly. It was just his way of not losing his temper despite you being aware that he wasn’t going to be gentle from this point onwards. There was a never before heard tremble in his voice as he spoke again, the sentence making every inch of you freeze in fear.
Perhaps, you had needed that. One last attempt of being deviant. How else would you have learned that this place might not make you happy, but at least it was the only place that would keep you safe. Safe of Kita Shinsuke’s true nature, the one completely insane from his love for you. How else would you have known that calm waters were the deepest of them all? Deep enough to let you drown in them if you did anything to disturb them?
Maybe, being his wife wasn’t the worst there was.
“But you haven’t seen the monster yet.”
The worst was Shinsuke himself.

a/n: Thank you for reading Kita’s route of this story, I hope you enjoyed it! I noticed last chapter that it didn’t seem as enjoyable than the Prologues, I still hope that you will move forward to explore the other routes and enjoy this experience ^-^ Let me know what you thought, that would make me very happy ♥

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Seven
Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he’s not Reader’s sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2684
Warnings: ANGST, bad language words
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your love and support for this series! Everyone who has liked or reblogged this week after week means the world to me!
A/N 2: I split their date into 2 parts because I wanted to give perspective from both sides. Enjoy Bucky’s POV first!
DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.
An anxiousness bubbled up inside Bucky as he and (Y/N) stepped out of her office building and onto the crowded Manhattan sidewalk. It was five o’clock, meaning every other yuppie in New York was trying to get somewhere as well. Walking shoulder to shoulder with her felt like a feat in itself. Everyone around them seemed to be heading in the opposite direction, and they were fighting against the current like a pair of spawning salmon swimming upstream.
With his size and stature, most passers-by gave Bucky a wide berth. But with (Y/N), they didn’t. They jostled her like a small boat caught at sea during a storm; they gave her no mind in their rudeness. She fought to stay astride him as businessmen shouldered past her like a runningback fighting to make it to the endzone.
A feeling of protectiveness washed over him. Longing to whisk (Y/N) away from her place on the dirty cement increased with every step. The defensive surge fizzing right below the surface wanted him to tuck her into his side and glower at anyone who dreamed of coming close.
Bucky couldn’t, of course. He had to play it as if they’d only met a few days ago, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he grasped her empty hand and led her through the swarm of fellow New Yorkers.
(Y/N)’s hand was warm inside his, and the very thought of him touching her made his pulse quicken. The reaction wasn’t unpleasant. Though, it fuzzily reminded him of his teenage years. He was nearly one hundred years old! He shouldn’t be acting like a lovesick fool.
But here he was- swooning over a girl like he was fifteen again.
Bucky felt a yanking on his arm as (Y/N) pulled him from the stream of rushing bodies. Unmoving, at the edge of the rush, he found it was easier to breathe again. The fretfulness bled away once they were standing still.
He peered around, questioning why they’d stopped. Wedged between two high-rise buildings was a squat cafe. The shop’s window front beamed onto the footpath like the mecca it was, calling bystanders in from the street. Above the green striped awning over the entrance spelled out Deja Brew in colorful, blocky letters. Bucky chuckled at the play on words.
Towing the door open, (Y/N) tugged him in further.
Stepping inside the brightly lit coffee shop, Bucky was blanketed by the overpowering scent of fresh coffee grounds. It was potent, hanging thick in the air. Taking a deep breath in, he was transported back to a rickety kitchen and a second-hand table, where he and Steve would take their morning coffee and breakfast. The smell reminded him of simpler times. Times before all the trouble Hydra had caused. He let go of a nostalgic sigh.
“Right?” (Y/N) asked, standing at his side. He’d nearly forgotten she was there. “I love it here. It always feels like coming home.”
Bucky grinned down at (Y/N), understanding how she felt. The exposed brick walls, the tidy, destressed floors, and the primary colors being strewn about the space gave him a sense of sentimentality.
“I come in here several times a week,” she explained. “Not just because it’s convenient, but it reminds me of growing up.”
Bucky nodded in agreement, taking in the warm atmosphere of the quaint shop. “I get that.”
The pair strolled up to the counter and, presumably, the barista taking orders. Without looking in their direction, the young man in an apron spoke in a monotone, “Welcome to Deja Brew. What can I get started for you?”
A smile slowly crawled across (Y/N)’s lips. “Hey, Bryson. Didn’t know you were working tonight?”
Bryson’s head whipped up so fast; Bucky thought it might detach from his shoulders. His cheeks dimpled, and the corners of his striking green eyes crinkled into a bright smile. “Hey, beautiful!” Bryson beamed. “I’m doing a double--covering for Kari. I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
“You know me,” (Y/N) said with a tinkling laugh. “Just can’t stay away.” Bryson replied with his own laughter.
A flare of jealousy twisted unexpectedly in Bucky’s gut. Was (Y/N) flirting?
Bucky supposed he could consider Bryson classically handsome. He was taller than Bucky with short, sandy brown hair and broad shoulders. His muscular frame filled out the black polo shirt he wore, but he wasn’t overly bulky- like he played baseball in college. There was a smattering of light freckles over his high cheekbones and straight nose. And eyelashes to rival Steve’s.
Was this his competition?
Bucky grumbled to himself and gritted his teeth as he watched the two giggle over some inside joke. There was an envious gnawing behind his ribcage as Bryson leaned onto his elbows over the countertop, inching closer to (Y/N). That was his girl!
Without warning, like a shaken soda bottle, his voice exploded from his mouth, dripping annoyance, “I’ll take a medium Americano, a chocolate croissant, and whatever the lady is having.”
Shocked back into the present by Bucky’s gruff words, Bryson shot upright. His startled green eyes shifted from (Y/N) to Bucky and back again. Bucky could barely contain his eye-roll as the other man feigned busyness after being caught slacking. It was apparent Bryson only had eyes for (Y/N), or he would have noticed she wasn’t alone, despite Bucky standing mere centimeters away from her.
Possessiveness tingled at Bucky’s fingertips, and the compulsion to wrap his arm around (Y/N)’s waist was strong. He wanted so badly to reach out and pull her close. Show this punk who she belonged to.
Regardless of his feelings, though, Bucky had no claim over (Y/N). He’d known her as Bucky for a scant three days. He imagined she’d known Bryson a lot longer. He couldn’t profess his desire to be hers in such a short time, no matter the urgency. It would come off as weird and controlling.
So, he resolved to bite the inside of his cheek and grin and bear it. He could bide his time, right? He’d waited seventy years. What’s another seventy more?
Bucky cringed internally at the thought of waiting.
“(Y/N), you know this guy?” Bryson inquired, acting as if he’d finally grown a pair, with a bite to his words.
Bucky’s pulse fluttered as (Y/N) turned to face him, a smile on her lips and something sparkling in her eyes. “I do,” she said. “He’s my date.” She grinned bigger with a cute scrunch to her nose as she said date.
Bryson’s eyes widened in alarm, then quickly narrowed in suspicion as he observed the flowers (Y/N) held. Bucky wondered, momentarily, if he was the first guy (Y/N) had ever brought into the shop. Was Bryson just as jealous as he was?
It wasn’t until he saw the almost imperceivable head tilt to get (Y/N) to step away from Bucky’s side did he realize what Bryson’s genuine concern was about.
(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in confusion as she took a stride to her right.
In a hushed whisper, Bryson asked, “You know who he is, right?” Bucky’s super-hearing picked up every word.
(Y/N) unsuccessfully tried to blink away her uncertainty, causing her eyebrows to pinch together further. “Who exactly is he, Bryson?” (Y/N) pondered, an edge of irritation leaking into her speech. She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing her sweater tighter around her body.
Bucky could hear it in her voice. (Y/N) knew precisely what Bryson had meant and was trying to draw it out of him.
“You know,” Bryson said, not even trying to whisper anymore. “He’s that guy.”
(Y/N) cocked her head to the side a fraction. “You mean the guy who the US government exonerated for any and all crimes he may have committed as The Winter Soldier? You mean that guy?” (Y/N) deadpanned, uncrossing her arms. Bryson stared at her blankly.
“What about the guy who got drafted into a war unwillingly?” (Y/N) continued. “Or the one captured by the enemy and experimented on against his will?” Her hands curled into fists as the tension in her body rose. Bryson’s eye contact suddenly became very jumpy, unable to focus on her now and for a good reason.
“How about the guy who fell from a train- survived- and had his arm barbarically amputated?”
Bucky watched (Y/N)’s hands tighten further, blanching her knuckles of any color. He shuffled forward, ready to jump in if need be. Although, she was doing a good job holding her own.
“Don’t forget about that one guy who was tortured and abused, brainwashed, and forced to commit unspeakable atrocities for over seventy years, all in the name of a cult,” (Y/N) stated, pressing her palms flat against the countertop and ducking her head, trying to catch Bryson’s eye. His face flushed visibly in embarrassment.
“In case you aren’t caught up on your current events, Bryson, that guy’s name is Bucky Barnes,” (Y/N) spit sardonically.
Bryson raised his eyes at this, and the look on his face darkened. “Regardless of whether he was brainwashed or not, he’s an Avenger,” Bryson sneered, his gaze sliding to Bucky. “And that makes him dangerous.”
What the hell was this guy’s problem? Bucky wondered, wanting to wipe the smirk off his smug face.
(Y/N) let out a humorless huff of a laugh. Her lips spread into a thin line. “No more dangerous than the possibility of being struck by lightning or getting hit by a subway train.”
Bucky chuckled inwardly as Bryson flexed his jaw in frustration. (Y/N) was really getting to him.
Bryson’s expression morphed into something more sinister. “I mean, are you really going to take the word of some ‘expert’ from a third-world country that he won’t turn into a murder-bot again?” The air-quotes in his tone punctuated the contempt he undeniably felt.
Anger blossomed in Bucky’s chest at the degrading mention of the Princess of Wakanda. He owed everything to Shuri. If it weren’t for her, he definitely wouldn’t be in New York right now but on the run again. Shuri saved his life.
Bucky took a step toward the counter, intending to do something, anything to shut this jackass up. Instead, (Y/N) placed a calming hand to his sternum, stopping him from doing anything rash. The look of disdain on Bryson’s face amplified the longer (Y/N)’s touch lingered on his body, and that was equally as satisfying as causing this prick bodily harm.
“While your concern is unwarranted,” (Y/N) assured, “it’s also unwanted. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
She gazed up into Bucky’s blue eyes fondly; a charming smile curled at her lips. “Besides, I don’t think he’d hurt a fly now.”
“It’s your funeral,” Bryson mumbled under his breath. (Y/N) didn’t catch it, or she paid it no mind.
The affection Bucky felt for (Y/N) at that moment swelled exponentially. He was in love with her, he realized. It was no longer just a crush.
No one, other than Steve, had ever championed for him as openly or as forcefully as she had just then. The adoration accumulating in his heart felt like it would erupt at any minute. She made him want to believe in love again. She made him think he might be worthy of that love someday.
He’d have to find a way to earn it, somehow.
Staring into her beautiful face and seeing compassion and empathy made him want to press his lips to hers. He still couldn’t believe she’d found him on accident. It was all so serendipitous.
There was one crucial roadblock obstructing his path to happiness, though. One he couldn’t possibly ignore for much longer without consequences— figuring out how to tell (Y/N) he and James were the same. But how?
Until then, he’d enjoy the ride.
“Hey, Bryson,” (Y/N) vocalized, her timbre a saccharine sweet. “I’ll take a medium iced mocha with extra whip and a white chocolate raspberry scone as well.” She winked at Bucky.
A scoff came from low in the pastry case causing Bucky and (Y/N) to titter in laughter.
“Wow. That was-” Bucky started, trying to find the words to explain how her coming to his defense made him feel.
(Y/N)’s pupils dilated, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Oh, my God!” she said in a near panic. “I’m so sorry!”
Bucky smiled at her warmly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He brushed a stray hair from her cheek delicately, his fingers dallying along the soft skin. The palm of his hand settled just below her ear, on the side of her neck. His thumb bobbed up and down with every clench and unclenching of her jaw.
“You must be so sick of hearing the same argument over and over again. People deciding your guilt or innocence based on first glances,” (Y/N) murmured, finally dropping her hand from his chest.
Bucky wondered if she could feel the pounding of his heart through all the layers of clothes he was wearing. “It’s nice to have a cheerleader, for once,” he answered honestly.
The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll always be in your corner, Bucky.”
His stomach dipped at her words’ implications. He whole-heartedly believed she would. “Thank you.”
(Y/N) shrugged in response. Over her bouncing shoulder, Bucky caught a glimpse of Bryson scowling at the two of them from his spot at the espresso machine. Bile churned in his belly. Bryson was turning into a nuisance, like a mosquito at a summer barbeque.
Bucky brought the hand at (Y/N)’s neck down to her upper arm and rubbed it gently. “Why don’t you find us a seat. I’ll finish up here,” he said, giving her a lopsided grin. She returned the gesture and nodded her head in acquiescence, sweeping past him.
Bucky followed her movements through the coffeehouse as she picked a cushioned bistro set positioned near the front windows. The waning light of the day cascaded through the clear glass, highlighting her delicate, feminine features. She was breathtaking.
Turning to face the dreadful barista, the grin on Bucky’s lips faded into a frown.
Bryson set their order down roughly on the register counter and proceeded to punch in the items on the touchscreen. He remained silent, mulishly waiting for payment. The death glare he wore seemed to be permanently etched into his features now.
Bucky could tell he was seething; the vein in his forehead throbbed with every beat of his pulse. Instead of engaging, though, Bucky smirked and slid a twenty-dollar bill toward the other man.
Bryson angrily scooped up the money. He bent his head closer to Bucky, gnashing his teeth. “If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will burn you to the ground,” he taunted, reaching into the till for change and tossing it on the counter.
Bucky’s expression never faltered. His exterior remained composed, cool as a cucumber. Inside, he raged like a bull seeing the color red. He wanted nothing more than to mop the floor with this asshole’s face. Alternatively, he gathered the littered change and dumped it all into the tip jar sitting beside the register. He stared Bryson dead in the face, a ghost of a smile still clinging to his mouth. “And if I ever hear of you treating (Y/N) with the blatant disrespect you showed her today…” Bucky paused, his voice calm and controlled. He leaned forward, pushing in closer to Bryson’s ear. “They’ll never find your body.”
The joy he felt coursing through his body as Bryson’s eyes stretched to the size of saucers and his Adam’s apple wobbled as he gulped in fear was indescribable.
Bucky gathered their drinks and pastries, pivoting towards the table where (Y/N) sat. He shouted over his shoulder as he walked away, “Have a good day, Bryson!”
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Mosquito Huntress (Chocobros x f!Reader
I hate mosquitos, you hate mosquitos, we all hate mosquitos. This drabble is dedicated to the hundreds of mosquitos that died on my Korean dorm room wall at the hand of my left Adidas sandal :3.
Noct’s was inspired by true events.
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↞Noctis↠
It was the most horrendous sound. A sickeningly high pitched buzzing that vibrated among your ears at a rapid frequency. It pierced the veil of your dream and forcefully drop kicked you back into the waking world with a start. Just as you regained consciousness an electric clap in the darkness caused you to jolt, almost kicking the sleeping bag off your form. A shadow blocked out the dim moonlight that filtered through the ceiling of the tent.
Noctis’ eyes glowed like sapphires and shown with such an iridescence that meant he had just conjured up magic. Indeed, the clasped hands that were held a few inches above your head emitted a faint blue hue.
“Noct, what are you doing?” You drawled, the close proximity of the light within his palms to your face caused your eyes to squint in irritation.
“I got it.” He whispered victoriously, blinking a couple times in anticipation of your reaction.
“Got what?” You asked just as a large yawn engulfed you.
“The mosquito.” He grinned, shuffling to the door to the tent. He unzipped the zipper just enough for him to wiggle his hand outside, discarding the evil bug. Before you could speak up, Gladiolus’ violent snore ripped through the silence of the night from the far side of the tent. Prompto sleep-kicked the man in the stomach, offering a brief moment of tranquility before the disturbance would inevitably make a comeback.
“Did it die a painful death?” Your voice was devoid of sympathy and the seriousness on your face made Noctis chuckle as he sat cross legged next to you.
“I zapped it before it could land on your face. It died a quick death, sadly.” He stated in a hushed tone, gently brushing flyaway hairs from your forehead.
“What a shame. Still, well done.” You praised, reaching up to give his cheek a few lazy pats. He leaned into your touch, so much so that your drowsy limb flopped down onto the ground.
“What were you dreaming about?” He inquired softly. He was uncharacteristically chatty at this time of night for a boy who needed at least two naps daily.
“I was being serenaded by a beautiful man.” You grumbled. You were still peeved you were abruptly whisked away from the gentle, moonlit guitar strums and the man’s ethereal voice.
“As beautiful as in real life?” Noctis mused his lips curling into a smug smile. Your eyebrows knit in confusion.
“The man from my dream is real?” Your fatigued features contorted as your half asleep brain actually contemplated being able to manifest dreams into reality.
Noctis scooted so close to you that his leg was bushing against your side. He leaned down and stopped when his face was centimeters from your own, whips of his hair feathering your cheeks.
“He’s right here.” Noct stated lowly, his tone as smooth as the sea that resided within his eyes. Their serene waves were beginning to lull you to sleep.
“No he's not. Ignis is on the other side of the tent.” You replied cheekily, now unable to keep your eyelids from falling. Before Noctis could respond you tugged on the fabric of his tee shirt and dragged him back down into the sleeping bag. You may have been exhausted but you always had enough energy to tease your prince.
↞Prompto↠
It was hot. Painfully hot. The kind of hot that once the humid air left a wet kiss on your exposed skin it clung to your form and every surface in the sun-exposed living room. The heat was slowly sizzling you alive and you were beginning to feel like a shrimp in a hot pot. A blonde shrimp was nestled atop of you, pressing your clammy body further into the plush sofa. His gentle puffs of steamy breath seared your neck and his limbs encircled you, involuntarily incubating you. The electric chattering of the fan and the low hum of the unattended television masked the otherwise curdled silence of the room.
Slowly rising from your slumber just as the sun was rising in the morning sky, you became fully aware of just how sweltering you were. And no matter how much you loved cuddling with your sunshine, he needed to get off of you otherwise you would dissolve into a pool of sweat. Wiggling around under him, you groaned when he clasped onto you tighter, burying his face further into the crook of your neck. You gave an exasperated sigh and now felt even stickier than before. You began to push him off once more, this time a bit more forcefully, when you saw it. The unwanted visitor stood out against the pale skin of his back like Gladiolus at your high school dances.
So you did the only thing you could do to ensure it wouldn’t escape. You smacked his back. Hard . The clap of skin on skin resounded through the apartment and caused a few pigeons to anxiously fly off their perch outside of the windowsill. The rapid flapping of wings was immediately followed by Prompto’s squirrel like squeak.
“WHAT’S WRONG?” His voice ascended to octaves that seemed impossible to reach. He was now very awake, disoriented, and in pain. He shot up to straddle you, sinking back onto your hips and reaching up to clutch the point of impact. There was a deep red mark already blossoming on his shoulder blade. Your eyes held pity until you saw the tiny daemon dust the skin of his upper arm.
“PROMPTO ITS ON YOUR ARM!” Your manic tone only skyrocketed Prompto’s anxiety. He recoiled when you leaned over to deliver another powerful hit. The poor boy was trying to grasp if he was still asleep and experiencing a nightmare.
“WHAT ARE WE AFRAID OF AND WHY DO YOU KEEP TRYING TO HIT ME?” He exclaimed on the verge of tears.
“MOSQUITO!” You rapidly pointed to just below the sleeve of his tank top, the dark spot illuminated by the warm bands of sunlight. Prompto let out a sound resembling a duck being squeezed.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME SOONER?” His limbs were in a jelly-like frenzy as they slapped every exposed surface on his body. In the fray, it had strategically darted away from the hurricane of body parts but made its appearance once again when the storm had calmed.
“IT’S ON YOU NOW!” Prompto wailed, causing your eyes to grow wide.
“WELL THEN GET IT OFF ITS GOING TO SUCK MY BLOOD!”
“I DON'T WANT TO HIT YOU.” He whined, shifting apprehensively in his seat. He brought his hand inches from where the mosquito rested on your clavicle but hesitated before the glistening skin.
“I HIT YOU BEFORE ITS OKAY, IT EVENS OUT!” You encouraged, scooching closer to him so your knees touched. You craned your neck to give him a larger area to work with.
Reluctantly, Prompto’s palm came into contact with your collarbone a little too gently. You shot him an amused smirk.
“That was weak.” You said. He rolled his eye and when he removed his hand, the mosquito had been vanquished. You both exhaled a steamy sigh of relief.
Suddenly there was a brisk knocking at your door. After exchanging wide eyes, Prompto padded to the entryway. Before opening it, he discarded the carcass into the trash bin and gave his hands a few thorough wipes against his sweatpants.
A very tiny, unamused woman was standing in the hall. A lit cigarette hung lax from her right hand while the other rested on her hip. He blinked a couple times, unsure of what to say.
“Do I need to call the police or is yelling ‘It’s okay, hit me’ a kink of yall’s?” She said as more of a statement than a question, her voice gravelly. When she exhaled, a large puff of smoke blew into Prompto’s now reddened face. He tried to dodge it unsuccessfully and coughed before explaining.
“Uh, no, to both. We’re fine. We were just-” Prompto started, struggling to battle the creeping mortification brought on by the woman’s assumption. She abruptly held up her hand, cigarette dangerously close to Prompto’s mussed bangs, and turned to walk back to her apartment.
“I don’t need a detailed description of what you like to do in bed. Just keep it down.” She imparted, her voice cracking like and unpaved road, leaving Prompto a sputtering mess.
A week later, the whole floor of the apartment complex was convinced you and Prompto had an affinity for bug and bug killer role play. It would take you several months to live this down.
↞Ignis↠
“Darling come to bed.” Ignis’ command was more of a sweet invite than an instruction as he was far too drained for anything else. It had been a longer day than usual at the Citadel and all poor Ignis wanted to do was feel the sweet embrace of sleep.
“No.” You retorted stubbornly, not wavering from your defensive post next to the bookshelf. There was no way you would be able to go to bed with that thing watching you, waiting until the vulnerability of sleep overtook you so it could feast upon your blood.
“Please.” He pleaded, his level tone turning into a slight whine by the end. This was the seventeenth time he had asked you. Yes, Ignis was keeping count.
“No, not until it tastes my blade.” You spat, eyes narrowing as you tried to focus in on the tiny intruder’s location.
“You are unarmed my dear.” Ignis’ lips curled into a smile. He discarded his book on his lap and resigned to watching your antics. If he couldn’t stop you, he might as well enjoy the scene before him.
“My hands are my blade.” Your statement was quickly drowned out by a yelp as the mosquito fluttered off the wall. Your body contorted in ways Ignis never knew it could to avoid any possible contact with the creature as it floated a little too close for your liking.
Ignis snorted at your response, lightly biting his bottom lip to swallow a chuckle. You looked more focused on killing this spec of dust than you did hunting a coeurl. No matter how silly the situation was, the glint of determination in your eye and over exaggerated reactions had Ignis regarding you with adoration. He adjusted his position against the headboard, satin sheets pooling softly downward to reveal his bare chest. His hair was still damp and mussed from his shower and thin frames laid low on the bridge of his nose. If you weren’t so preoccupied by the mosquito you surely would have been more than distracted by his appearance.
You circled the room and randomly hit any surface that harbored any substance that vaguely resembled a mosquito. When you accidentally slapped your thigh instead of the side of the wardrobe Ingis’ melodic laugh broke the tense air. You shot him a glare that could melt ice and stuck out your tongue.
Just as he was going to coerce with you once again, the small creature buzzed just under the rim of his glasses. He silently followed the bug with his eyes until it landed on the nightstand next to the bed.
“It’s over here.” Ignis gave you the tip, gesturing to the tiny dot resting on the mahogany.
“Smack it!” You screeched, excitement flooding your veins at the proposition of a peaceful night’s sleep.
“No.” Ignis said smoothly. He was always one to push your buttons. Even though he could end this ridiculous hunt with a single swipe of his palm, he felt teasing was a much more entertaining option. You gasped at his betrayal.
“You’re the one who wants it dead, not me.” Ignis responded innocently, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Come on, the minute its dead I’ll come to bed.” You pouted, attempting to bribe him with cuteness. Ignis shook his head and pursed his lips. It took everything in him not to start laughing again.
“But I’m so comfortable.” He dragged out each syllable, flopping down and spreading out so he took up the entire surface of the bed. His eyes resembled the greenery of rolling hills against the horizon as they regarded you from under his eyelashes. They almost made you forget about the task at hand. Letting out an annoyed whine, you turned your attention once again to your prey.
You thanked your crownsguard training for the lightness of your feet as they padded silently against the wood floorboards until you were within smacking distance. The moment your hand met the nightstand with a satisfying crack, a triumphant smile spread across your face. There was no way it could have survived that hit.
“I take that as a fresh kill?” Ignis questioned and propped himself up on his elbow.
“Yes, add another to my kill count.” You turned towards him, still beaming, and held up your palm to show him the bounty of your hunt. You playfully shoved your hand near his face, giggling when he struggled to push you away. He laughed, grimacing when it got a little too close to his cheek.
“Lovely, darling. Now go wash your hand and let's go to bed.”
↞Gladiolus↠
The air conditioning revved to life with three crisp clicks once your sweaty fingers tiredly turned the dial to the max setting. Your corner of the vast training room was now gradually flooding with a frosty breeze that prickled your clammy skin with delightful icicles. A satisfied sigh left your parted lips, thankful to be relieved from the stickiness of hand to hand combat. Your butt was practically glued to the bench as you let the polar vortex cool you down. The grunts of other training Crownsguard members and the slams of bodies hitting the padded mats were muffled by the pulsing in your ears as you gingerly patted the sweat from your neck and face with a towel. A few paces from you Prompto laid sprawled out on the floor, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
“Don’t get moody, Prompto. She manages to overpower me half the time too.” Gladiolus nudged the deflated blonde with the toe of his boot and flashed you a cheeky grin.
“I know, I know. But the only one I’m ever able to take down besides the new trainees is Noct.” Prompto sighed dramatically.
“Well, that’s not a challenge at all.” Gladiolus snorted and passed you a water bottle, the condensation feeling lovely against your clammy palms.
“He might be easy, but he cheats by warping.” You added, rising from your seat to stand directly in front of the air con. The rush of cool wind felt heavenly on your back.
“Exactly.” There was no emotion in Prompto’s voice. He turned his head agonizingly slowly to look at you, gaze empty. You choked on your mouthful of water at his melodrama.
After taking a few generous swigs from his own water bottle, Gladiolus sauntered over towards you. Rather than standing next to you, like you expected, he grabbed your arms and moved to stand behind you. The action stole the euphoria of the synthetic wind and you whined in protest. He stretched his arms out on your shoulders and rested his chin atop your head.
“Well lately the only one who’s been kicking my ass is Iris. Besides the Marshall, of course.” You coughed as you wiped the droplets of water from your chin with the back of your hand. A giggle bubbled from your chest when you felt Gladiolus tense.
“Oh yeah, she’s getting good. It took her even less time to take the big guy down last week.” Prompto chuckled, vitality slowly flooding back into his system. Gladiolus visibly shuddered and released you from his hold to walk back over to the mat.
“She’s getting too good.” He mumbled as he rolled his shoulders.
“You wanna fight her next time instead of me, Prom?” You suggested jokingly. Gladiolus snickered, making Prompto faintly kick in Gladio’s general direction.
“No thank you. I’ll stick to the 15 year olds and Noctis.” He huffed as he pulled himself off the ground. His movements were like a piece of tape being tugged off of the floor painstakingly slowly. Once Prompto had vacated the training space, Gladiolus threw you a playful grin. He got into a fighting stance, his knees bent and arms angled for combat.
“Ready for our spar, baby?”
"Wait." You stated, attention on the corner of the air conditioner. Gladiolus squinted in the direction of your gaze.
"I will NOT train with this uninvited guest watching me." You declared, slowly rounding the corner of the machine. Prompto let out a quiet huh while Gladiolus shook his head.
“She really hates mosquitoes, doesn’t she?” Prompto asked rhetorically, fanning the sweat from his face with his hands. Gladiolus smiled fondly when you untied your shoe and attempted to use it as a killing device.
"Mhm. Honestly, I think her determination is pretty adorable." Gladiolus responded, not taking his eyes off you.
"Gladdy-" You whined when your target flew too high for your hands to reach. “I need your help.”
You beckoned him over with haste and he padded over with an amused glint in his eyes.
"Give me a boost, it's too high for me to reach." You tapped his shoulders and gestured for him to get down.
“What do I get in return?” He asked rather innocently. Your eyebrows shot up, expecting something more suggestive.
“I’ll treat you and Prompto to ramen when we’re done here.” You proposed, holding the shoe at eye level.
“Hell yeah!” Prompto cheered from the towel rack.
“Done.” Gladio hummed in excitement and knelt down so you could climb onto his shoulders. Gladio maneuvered you as close to the metal box as he could without ramming your knees into the side. You smacked the top hard with the sole of your shoe and turned it over for inspection.
“Hah! Die, bitch.” You roared happily, pressing a triumphant kiss to the top of his head. He squeezed your thighs in return and lowered you to the ground.
“My little mosquito hunter.” He cooed, smushing your cheeks together. “Now come on, let’s get this spar over with so I can get some free ramen.”
"Fine, but if I win Prompto has to fight Iris next week." You smirked.
“Sounds like a deal.” He agreed, winking at you as he got into position.
“This isn’t consensual!” Prompto’s protests were quickly forgotten in the throws of combat.
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Use All of Me (P.15 -- final)
Title: Use All Of Me (Part Fifteen, Final) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,591 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Note: I had a lot of extra things I wanted to add in (not mentioning the two other ways I considered taking the fic) but they were fleeting and not conducive to the plot. Just day to day things and I didn’t want to drag it out more than it needed to be. I am satisfied with this and I hope you guys are too.
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Steve shook his head, scrolling through his phone across the table from you. His dinner was barely touched he was so engrossed in what he was reading. He must have felt you staring because he looked up, making eye contact with you.
You swallowed and asked now that you had his attention, “What is making you so upset?”
Reluctantly, Steve told you, “Gossip columns. About us. About you.”
“Well, I don’t know about that because I don’t have my phone… or internet access at that.” Steve’s face was stoic at your remark and you shrugged, unable to mask your scorn “You’re the one who put my face out there. Can’t blame people for being concerned about one of their stars.”
“You forced my hand,” Steve told you in a low voice. “Did you not?”
You took another bite of your food, knowing you were toeing a line.
Steve put his phone down, scooting his chair closer to yours, invading your space. “Did you not?” he repeated with more force.
“I did,” you whispered.
His fingers ghosted along the side of your face. “Like I told you… you don’t think about the repercussions of your actions. You were acting unstable. Nothing like yourself. I had to do it to bring you back. I had to do it to keep you safe.”
He was so insistent in his chivalry about whisking you back home, keeping you barred inside. You blocked out what he was saying about you, like he was blaming you for reacting perfectly normally to being kept in a cage. You wanted to move onto something else.
“Did you pay that person… who turned me in?”
“Yes.”
“Are Yua and Natalie back at their jobs?”
“Yes.”
You proposed honestly, “How can I be sure? That you’re telling me the truth? When I cannot even check on them myself?”
“You don’t trust me?” Steve’s eyes were hard, challenging you.
What a loaded question.
“I don’t see any reason why you would lie to me about it,” you lied yourself in response.
Steve looked tickled by your response, but you also sensed displeasure in his tone. “Y/N… I have enough money and power to ruin them if I wanted to. And I wouldn’t keep it a secret from you because there would be a damn good reason I would have done so. And I would want you to know what lesson you were supposed to learn. So, darling, trust me when I tell you that they are okay. I listened to what you requested. I can be reasonable when you behave.” He leaned back, eyes searching your face. He let out a small sigh seeing the meek expression on your face, “Over time you’ll get your phone back... your friends coming around to visit again.”
He was waiting expectantly for you to answer, to say anything.
“I understand.”
Steve’s hand was warm, grasping yours. “You did good, doll face…” he praised gently. “You came back to me. You brought the babies back. I am desperate to see you mothering our children… swelling with more of them.” He reached over, picking up an envelope on top of the stack of papers near him. He held it up to you and said, “And I intend to make good on my word about making it official.”
Steve handed it to you and you took it from him gingerly. Unfolding the papers inside, you looked down at the paper, seeing it was a marriage application.
Confused, you asked, “You… you don’t even want to have a ceremony?”
“Do you want a ceremony?” Steve asked seriously.
“Yes,” you breathed. If you were going to get married, you wanted to at least celebrate it. Have something to look forward to if you were going to be legally bound to him.
“Hmm.” Steve looked contemplative. “I didn’t think you would be interested in that.” He paused, chewing on the thought. He blew a small raspberry, reaching for his phone. “Well, maybe it is a good thing I did float the idea.” He began to hand the phone to you but paused, cocking his head slightly. “Now… I’m gonna let you look at this because Wanda was able to find some beautiful maternity gowns. Tell me what you think of them. Don’t search anything else. Understand?” You nodded and he handed you his phone and you stared down at it, shocked to see wedding gowns.
Being pregnant was not something you had considered for the ceremony. Or particularly wanted for your wedding day photos.
“Do we have to move so quickly?”
“Yes,” Steve responded curtly.
“Why?”
“Because I want it to all be settled before the babies get here.”
The only reason he would want that… he had to have an angle. There must be something that he wanted.
“Can I—”
“Small ceremony, Y/N,” Steve cut you off, as if he knew exactly what you were going to ask. And you could not fathom how he could just read you like a book. It unnerved you. He was observant and it was detrimental to you. “I already have the list and the venue was set.”
“The v-venue?”
He threw you a smirk, “I was banking on you wanting a ceremony.”
So that is what Tony had been talking about.
<><><>
Your hands ran over the gown. The beaded sheer top above your bustline glittered in the light. You were a little chilly with your bare arms, but you barely noticed above your nerves. Surprisingly, you had been left alone in the room serving as the bridal suite. Not that you could make a run for it anyway in this dress and with your stomach. You snorted at the thought of you running down the street; it did calm you down a little.
Yet, you still wished your friends had been able to attend but it was ‘family’ only as Steve had said. And that family meant the team.
The door opened, drawing your attention.
Wanda was standing there, and she stopped, seeing you done up.
“You look lovely,” she said gently, a sincere smile on her face.
You returned her smile, giving a quick nod. You found yourself more often than not, cradling your stomach, and here you were again. You grimaced when one of the twins gave a particularly hard kick and Wanda noticed.
She was at your side immediately, “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” you breathed, nodding. “Would be terrible to have the babies at 28 weeks… far too early.”
“Not uncommon though.” Wanda still sounded unsure.
You waved her off. “I’m fine. Really. They’re just kicking and moving around.”
Wanda relaxed a little and said, “Alright, if you’re sure. Well, they’re ready. Are you?”
Shakily, you told her, “Yes. Yes, of course.”
The room was bright, draped in shades of sky blues. White petals were scattered along the aisle down to where Steve was standing. You breath caught at the sight of him, causing you to hesitate in your stride. Steve looked handsome, so very handsome. Somehow you made it to the end of the aisle, coming to stand in front of him. You hardly could contain the smile that came to you, unable to block out the happiness you felt coming off of him in waves. He looked so sure, so satisfied as he took your hand in his.
His words were sweet, loving. You tried to breathe easy as he slipped the ring on your finger, noticing the hungry look on his eyes. When you were told to kiss, Steve guided you, his lips dominating yours.
Signing away on the marriage certificate, you noticed his lips twitch watching you. He was elated. He was getting exactly what he wanted… you. Forever.
The night would have gone smoothly if you had not felt another hard kick from the babies. It felt different. It was not a normal kick.
Your fork clattered to your plate over your dinner at the bridal table. Your hand came to your stomach, your face twinged in pain.
Steve’s laugh faltered, his attention drawn from Bucky next to him.
“Y/N?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious. Bucky was leaning forward, sharing Steve’s look of concern.
Trying to play it off, you nodded with difficulty. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Another kick hit and you grimaced, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth. “Okay, maybe I’m not.”
Steve was standing and staring down at you in worry. The rest of the team had noticed and were hanging in suspension as they realized there was something wrong.
“I’ll get the car,” Steve declared. “Tony, Bucky, can you help her outside? I’m getting the car.”
Without waiting for them to answer, Steve was already halfway to the door, his stride quick.
Tony and Bucky were there, hands holding you as they helped you stand. You whimpered, your belly tight, soreness swirling in your hips and lower back. You had had period cramps before but this was something else entirely.
You felt wet and looked down at your legs. Your dress was soaked in a stream and you let out a strangled noise. Your water was broken and panic began to set in.
“Oh, boy, yeah,” Tony said sounding like he was trying to keep himself calm since he noticed it as well as him and Bucky helped you walk towards the door.
“I’m not ready,” you begged, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. “I’m not ready!”
“I don’t think you’ve got much of a say in the matter,” Tony told you, trying to make a joke. He gave a small laugh, but you could tell he was nervous. You cried out and he quickly held to you as your knees threatened to buckle underneath you. “Oh, shit. Okay. Keep steady, sweetheart.”
“I can’t!” you snapped at him.
Tony closed his mouth.
Bucky grunted as your legs quivered and you leaned into him as you reached the door. They helped you down the stairs as carefully as they could as you heard tires squeal to a stop at the curb. Steve had been speeding from the parking garage.
Steve got halfway out of the car, but Bucky said, “We got it. Don’t worry.”
They helped you get into the front seat of the car and you gripped the sides of the chair, closing your eyes as another contraction rumbled through you. You heard Bucky get into the backseat of the car and slam the door closed.
Steve took off quickly, promising you he would get you to the hospital as quickly as possible. He was doing well hiding his anxiousness, channeling it into assuring you and telling you it was going to be okay.
<><><>
“It was the goddamn stress!” Steve grated furiously. “She should have stayed home! She shouldn’t have run off! Why was she so stupid?”
He was pacing angrily in one of the waiting rooms down the hallway. Y/N had given birth to both of the babies, far prematurely. They had both been whisked away to the NICU without Y/N and Steve both given much time to see them, let alone hold them. They were reassured they would be able to visit once the babies were set up safely. It did not sit well with Steve. Y/N was exhausted and was having trouble staying awake, so he had left the room when he was sure she was alright. She needed rest.
But now that he was out of the height of the situation, anger began swirling at the risk she had been put at along with the babies.
The team had shown up, still dressed in their wedding attire.
No one argued with Steve. He might very well have a valid point about it and saying anything to the contrary was not going to calm him down.
Steve ground his teeth, hands coming to his hips in frustration.
“They said the babies are alright though?” Natasha finally spoke.
Steve looked over at her and shrugged, “I think. I don’t know. They said they needed to be put on oxygen. That doesn’t sound good to me.”
“It’s probably precautionary, Steve,” Pepper offered gently.
Finding an empty chair, Steve sat down in it heavily, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes swept around the room, taking everyone in. He could see the unquiet in their expressions, their worry for him. He was supposed to be the one keeping everyone levelheaded; that was his job. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a moment. He just needed a moment to compose himself and be strong for everyone else.
When he opened them again, he said, “It better be. It’s gotta be.”
<><><>
Steve was there when your eyes fluttered open. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light in the room, even though it was dimmed. You focused in on the sheets and your gown. And then you felt the remnants of pain in your lower half, even though it was dull now.
It all hit you at once and you tried to sit up too quickly. You gasped in pain and Steve was halfway out of his chair.
“You’re fine,” he said in a rush, his hands coming to your arms. His eyes were swimming with worry. “Don’t get up, Y/N. You need to rest.”
Breathing erratically, you looked at him in alarm. “T-the babies?”
“They’re in the NICU,” Steve assured you quickly. “One is breathing on her own, the other is on tubes. But they think that he will be able to breath on his own soon.”
You stared at him and demanded, “You’ve seen them?”
“Yes. You did too. Briefly.”
That came back to you too. You had seen them. You had been awake for everything. But the exhaustion had taken over.
“But… you saw them? Without me?” you asked weakly.
“Yeah,” Steve admitted, slowly sitting back down in his chair. “I haven’t held them, but I’ve seen them. Through the window.” His hands rubbed your arms affectionately. “Y/N, doll face, really. You need to lie back. You lost a lot of blood.” That’s when you noticed the IV and everything attached to you. “They treated you and replaced but you’re still going to be weak.”
You did as he asked, lying back on the plethora of pillows behind you. He physically relaxed at you reclined, but he was still leaning towards you, ever watchful.
His tone was sympathetic, “I don’t like you sick. I don’t like worrying about you. I’m supposed to protect you.” His thumb traced across your lips, concern swimming in his eyes now. “I hope though you’ll take something from this… that you’ll think twice about being reckless. I don’t want our future children being put through this, Y/N. I don’t want you being put through this. I want you to be secure, relaxed… safe under my watch.”
Steve’s other hand came to rest on your stomach and you felt a sense of foreboding flooding in. His closed mouth smile conveyed confidence, his hand gently caressing. “Despite all of that stress though… you pulled through. You are special, Y/N. I can’t wait to watch you swell again.” He was sincere, gaze intense, and his fingers holding you close. “You are the most important thing to me. I’ll make sure next time goes more smoothly for you. I’ll be there every step of the way next time.”
He leaned in close now, his lips brushing against your ear, “You’re all in my custody now. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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