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feminaexlux · 3 years ago

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Fall to Me

TBH I realize belatedly after writing this that Truth was fomenting chaos in my soul and it needed to be taken the fuck out with a proverbial shotgun

Anyway here's a fic that was based off of Truth and without knowledge of the rest of S4 so far, just in case nothing makes sense

I also know I promised smangst (smut + angst) but I got tired/lazy and @mintaka14 posted something I felt was eerily similar (or just reminded me I needed to get this done) so I wanted to get this out the door

Read on AO3 here!

Rated M for language I guess?

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Luka was in a precarious situation. He was lying half-naked on Marinette's chaise, with Marinette herself lying half-naked on him. She let out a quiet sleepy giggle when she brushed her thigh against his raging hard-on, still unfortunately trapped under his over-tight jeans. His neck felt sore where she'd bitten him and he figured there'd be a pretty obvious bruise there soon.

His chest was also similarly marked.

He woke up like this. He had woken up when he had needed to sneeze because some hair got all up in his face. He then realized he had a whole-ass person on top of him. And that person was the girl he had been in love with for years. He had gently brushed away her hair and she had hummed out a "Mmmm, Luuuuka," that got him hot-and-bothered and unable to go back to sleep. He kinda didn't want to wake her in fear of this whole precarious situation blowing up in his face.

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This all started a week ago with Dingo, that fucker. Well, sort of. Maybe. Maybe that was all circumstantial. But Dingo had 2 extra tickets to The Bondsmiths and Ding had given them to Luka. Juleka was busy with stuff, his Ma wasn't into this newfangled noise, Ivan wouldn't go without Mylene, Mylene was in Spain on vacation, Rose was "stuff," and if Dingo was involved most of Luka's other friends wouldn't be.

He'd just thrown it out into a group chat "Hey I have an extra ticket anyone want to come?" and Marinette was the one that said "me~!" Luka and Dingo had a tense stare off when Dingo handed over the tickets.

Her? Dingo's sharp brown eyes seemed to say.

Luka stared back coolly. Yes. We're friends.

Dingo fucking smirked. How much longer, eh? Cheers, mate. He gave the tickets to Luka with a smarmy wink.

The night of the showing Luka got stuck being the designated driver. He was used to it. The concert area was indoors and packed. Ding almost got shitfaced and Brielle had to keep him from falling over. At least the sets were fantastic. When the concert was closing at around 02:34 Ding and Brielle were having sloppy disgusting make-outs, making both Luka and Marinette ever so slightly uncomfortable.

That was when it all started getting weird. Weirder.

Brielle came up for air and told Luka that she and Ding would take a cab back, so all Luka would need to do was drop off Marinette. Luka shrugged and did just that, but Marinette invited him up to crash at her place because it was already so late and he looked so tired. He was about to pass on that when Marinette mentioned that her parents were on vacation in China and wouldn't be back for a whole month, just… out of the blue.

Before he could formulate any sort of coherent response she took his hand and pulled him up the stairs to the living room, sat him on the couch, started brewing some chamomile tea for the both of them, and talked about the concert. Marinette smiled at him after handing him a mug and short-circuited his brain again. "That was fun!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed," Luka smiled back, sipping his tea.

She sat down next to him and brushed her hair back over her ear. A shiny black earring seemed to glimmer with the light it caught. "I'm really glad I was able to go with you."

His head was empty except for noticing the light blush she had on her cheeks. She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, and somehow Luka got the sense that she was… expecting something? Oh, a response, duh. "Same. It's always nice to hang out with you."

She smiled, drank the rest of her tea and set it aside. "Luka, can I kiss you?"

… What? Wow, alright he was tired. He thought he heard her ask him if she could kiss him. He was already in the half-asleep pseudo-dream state and probably imagined that whole thing. Goddamn he was such a simp for her. "Heh," he said noncommittally.

Marinette blinked at him. "Is that a… a no?"

"Hmm?"

She scooted closer to him and he took a big gulp of his tea to hide his nervousness. "You… don't want me to kiss you?"

Oh God he heard that correctly. He sputtered and coughed, covering his mouth with a fist. "Wh-what?" He blushed hard.

She blushed as well. "Sorry! I'm sorry. I-I-I thought… um."

Several years ago they had tried to date but she'd always been… unavailable. So they kept hanging out as friends, which was… fine. It was fine. They'd never even gotten to really do anything together as a couple but as friends? It went better.

He wasn't over her. Never tried to convince himself he was. But he also honestly hadn't expected her to want to get back together. So… what changed? She sighed heavily, her complexion calming back down. "Nothing changed. Not really." She looked down toward the floor at her feet and he finally realized he asked that last thought out loud. "I… maybe I guess I did." She looked back up at him. "I've been thinking lately that I just want… to do something for me, for once. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" She trailed off and stared back at the floor.

"I've never stopped wanting to be with you." Oh shit he said it. She looked back up at him and he awkwardly took another swallow of tea and looked away. "Sounds bad. I guess it is," he said eventually.

"But you didn't tell me?"

He met her eyes. "You were happy. You were with Adrien. I can't force my feelings on you."

She took a breath and let it out slowly. "I was, yeah." Her words hung in the air.

Luka hadn't figured out what happened to break up the state of Adrienette, but when he came back from touring with Jagged, Marinette and Adrien were "just friends" again. Luka wasn't sure how long ago the split happened and after 2 or 3 years apart did he even know Marinette anymore?

She had welcomed him back to Paris as a more grown up Marinette, not actually so different than he had remembered her. She had more confidence, less anxiety, a spine of steel. She was in charge of herself and it was so good to see her so sure.

He didn't want to mess that up for her in any way. So they remained friends for 2 more years. And for one reason or another they both kept being single.

He had somehow reintegrated back in her inner circle of friends. Luka saw for himself that Marinette and Adrien had a lot of history in their little in-jokes and double talk, dropping code phrases and making each other laugh at random. Maybe they'd reignite that spark and Luka didn't want to be caught in the resulting blaze. Even if they didn't, underneath it all he worried about being disappointed and left in the dark by Marinette like he'd been all those years ago.

Not that it did anything to change his attraction to her. He was a sucker for girls like her, except there had only ever been the one.

Marinette took his free hand and squeezed it gently. "I was happy, yes. And… I was hoping I could be again. With you?"

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Slowly, Marinette thought, take it slow. She did spring this on him a little suddenly but hey, it felt right, and she had it on relatively good authority that it was time. At this point in her life she knew to trust her gut instinct and friendly advice. Although she felt more okay with this because her head was sliiightly impaired right now.

She also thought that he'd jump on… her, she supposed, given the opportunity - but he was uncharacteristically reserved. Was it uncharacteristic? Maybe not. He'd always been pretty laid back and easy going.

And observant.

Which meant he was thinking and had doubts about them. Well, shit. Okay. She didn't make it easy on them the last time they tried anything like this. Actually, Hawkmoth had made life difficult for her so there hadn't even been an opportunity for a them.

He sighed softly and squeezed her hand back. "I want… this. I do. But there's still something that worries me."

Alright, fuck going slow. "I'm Ladybug. I am now and I was then. That's why I kept disappearing." This was alright, it was kind of an open secret by this point in her superhero career. Her parents knew, her closest friends knew, and Luka was a close friend she wanted even closer, so he should know.

His mouth was slightly open and his eyebrows shot up. "Ah."

"Things are… okay now, aren't they? I'm not needed like I was before."

He smiled a little and his worried expression softened, understanding. "That… does explain a lot of things but that's not the only thing I was worried about."

That surprised Marinette. And actually now she started to worry herself. What other red flags had she given him? Shit. She'd been a basket case in her earlier teens but she'd left behind the Teenage Angst Things and graduated to Adult Things, hadn't she? Fuck.

He chuckled. "It's not --all-- a you thing, this is a me thing," he said.

"Oh please don't give me the 'It's not you it's me' talk when we haven't started anything," Marinette interrupted.

He snorted, putting down his empty tea mug on the table. "Yeah, I still want to give you some context," he continued. "First off, I'm not like Dad, I don't want to be a big rock star with all that baggage. I just wanna play music and do small gigs and have fun. I'm not gonna be rolling in money and I can't give you everything that you'd possibly want."

Marinette blinked. "I… already knew that?"

"Second, if you do want to 'start' things I promise you I'm not just going to let you go again."

Marinette bit back a smile. "Alright. Are we entering some kind of agreement here? Is this a pre-nup?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"We're already getting married?" He laughed.

"Not if you don't want to kiss me!" He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers.

Soft, warm, simple. Real.

She placed her hands on his face and brought him in for another kiss, stopping him from pulling back all the way. "More," she breathed out.

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"More?" Luka thought. It was… an odd ask but okay… He was sort of interested in more as well so why not? Except well, there were a few things clarified but he really meant to talk about things in detail before diving into… her mouth like he just did. Her fingers worked their way through his hair, her nails skimming across his scalp sending shivers down his spine. She gave back as much as she was receiving from him in their make-out and if he had to taste only one thing for the remainder of his life he'd want it to be her: sweet, warming, with notes of chamomile, bourbon, vodka, and rum.

This was getting a little too indulgent but most of him didn't mind. One part of him craved this from her, but… wait, shit. Bourbon? Vodka? Rum? She'd been drinking, dumbass. Shit. "Mm--" He tried to say her name to get her attention, maybe slow them down a bit -- okay, a lot -- but she had just leaned back on the couch and he was pulled down with her still relentlessly kissing him. "Mar--" he tried again, but she took that opportunity to take his bottom lip gently between her teeth. One of her hands went to his hips and she grabbed a belt loop and hooked a finger under his jeans, tugging him closer.

Oh boy.

He broke free from her a little reluctantly. "Hold on," he chuckled nervously after pulling back. "Wait a sec."

Her eyes went wide open and she froze. She pulled back her hands and stuttered out a "W-was that bad? S-Sorry! Oh I'm so--"

He pressed two fingers to her lips to stop the torrent of apologies. Apparently the penchant of apologizing for everything wouldn't change about Marinette even if she'd been drinking. "Marinette, you had a few drinks. I don't… I don't think…" He sighed, sitting back up.

"I only had 3?" Marinette squeaked.

"4. You finished off Brielle's."

"I-I think I'm pretty sober?"

"But you're not sure."

"I'm… sober enough, aren't I?"

"I'm not confident making that call."

"But I… I want this," Marinette said quietly but firmly. "I really want this."

The thought that kept mentally slapping Luka across the face was But will you still want this in the morning? Well. He had to be honest with himself. It was really Will you still want me in the morning?

Her knowing the general trajectory of his life and joking about marriage aside, she hadn't said anything about wanting him. Wanting a "this" and wanting to be happy again, sure. Having him along for the ride, sure. But actually wanting him and all he was? Still unclear.

And even if she said she wanted him, would he believe her? She'd been 14, yes, but she said she wanted to date and… never actually followed through, Ladybug duties aside. He sighed to himself. She hadn't been ready. That wasn't her fault. She couldn't tell him then.

But that time of being left behind didn't magically evaporate with an explanation.

He didn't think he was bitter or resentful but all of that was hitting him full-force now. Not again, his head warned him. Not again. You don't have to deal with that. And yeah, he didn't have to deal with that... Sometimes a heartbreak was worth braving.

He needed some time to think about if this was worth braving.

He felt Marinette shuffling at his side but he didn't give in to the temptation to look. He stared down at his hands, his elbows propped on his knees as he slumped forward.

"Can… Can I hear what you're thinking?" Marinette asked softly. There was a little bit of uncertainty in her voice. He didn't say anything for several heartbeats. "Luka?"

Well, at least she didn't call him Adrien. That was a plus. God that'd been once and it still left an awful taste in his mouth. "You should probably head to bed. We can talk later." Later. There was always later. Except he was tired of later. It'd been better when he didn't have to tell himself he could wait. It'd been better when he hadn't had anything to wait for.

Easier. Not better. He had to give her that.

"No," she said. "I'd like to talk now if that's alright. I'd like to… understand." Right, she was better at standing her ground. She wasn't 14 anymore. He wasn't 16 and naïvely hopeful anymore.

He probably wasn't going to sleep anyway. "I don't know how to trust you."

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Shit. Shit shit shit.

Marinette felt the all too familiar cold panic settling on her shoulders like it always did. Of course he didn't trust her, she wouldn't trust herself fully now with how things played out back then. She was definitely getting a headache.

Fucking Cockmoth. Fucking Guardianship. Fucking… Adr--no, she made her peace with Adrien. They were past that now. Fucking… obligations and wrangling all those threads in her life to hold together. Marinette figured she was done with all that, but…

At the epicenter of all of these problems was her. She had to admit, it wasn't her fault but it became her responsibility to treat those around her as fairly as she could. And she hadn't been fair with Luka.

God, she spent hours staring at pictures of Adrien and drooling over every damn appearance. When she tried to get past the crush the whole universe was conspiring to push her to indulge it instead. And worst yet, she did indulge it while trying to date Luka! This was… she should have seen it coming. Who in their right mind wouldn't be at least a little bit wary of her intense obsession over Adrien in her formative years influencing her now? It defined who she was for a long time.

But she was different now, she grew up. She just needed to show it, right?

Wait. There was something about the way he said what he said. "You don't know how to trust me?" He nodded. "Do… do you at all?"

"Mostly." Okay, so there was still a tiny sliver of a chance? "I trust you with almost everything."

"Except?"

"Except me." He paused for a moment. "And you've been drinking."

But! But I… Yeah. "Okay." Her being slightly impaired did make things a little complicated. And maybe that was the reason why she was being a bit impulsive right now, the alcohol was fast-forwarding her decision making process. Marinette let out a breath she held in. "Will you stay here tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow but relented with a "Yeah."

"Come upstairs with me?"

He raised the other eyebrow as well, looking nervous. "Upstairs? To your room?"

"Yes, I wanted to--" It took a second but it clicked. What she asked didn't sound any less impulsive with how he probably interpreted that. "Oh I'm not going to seduce you or anything I just was thinking it'd be nicer for you if you were using my daybed instead of the couch here but I guess it could sound a little like I'm asking for sex which I'm not. I mean unless you consider making-out se--okay nevermind!" Wow, way to go, Marinette. Her face was burning with embarrassment. "I'll bring down a blanket!"

Okay, she had to admit it, she was definitely more than a little tipsy. She felt lightheaded when she stood up quickly. She tried to hide her disorientation as best she could as she walked away, heading toward the ladder leading up to the hatch. She'd been so focused on seeming not-drunk that she bonked her head at the top climbing up. "Ouch!"

"Are you alright?" Luka asked, and even tipsy Marinette could hear the puzzled amusement in his voice.

"I'm fine," Marinette muttered. She forced open the entry and it slammed open on the other side with a loud thunk. Fuck, she wasn't at all convincing him that she was sober. She slipped off her shoes and sat back down on her chaise/daybed, feeling incredibly embarrassed at herself. This was not at all going the way she hoped. He still felt betrayed at the things that happened when she was an idiot teenager. Should she have known? He never told her!

But he never told her because he never thought they'd get back together. That was obvious in the way he said all the things he said.

He did want to be with her. He did want her. But he'd been so hurt by what happened and… she never knew. No, of course she knew, he was akumatized by it. He'd carried that for so long and let her live her life without her knowing. Damn it, she needed to… she needed to make this right.

How could she make this right?

She was unsurprised as she felt the cool streaks of tears falling down her cheeks. In the morning, they'll talk. Ignoring the fact that it was already morning, she knew they both just needed to put this aside and get some rest for now. She heard shuffling and Luka making his way up the ladder. She quickly wiped her eyes.

"Hey, you doing okay?" He had a clear look of concern on his face, kneeling down in front of her. "Is your head hurting?"

"Oh no, sorry, I just spaced out."

"You hit your head that hard?" Luka asked, sounding even more concerned.

"No, no. I-I was… My head's fine, Luka." She sighed. "Just. Thinking, is all. Sorry, let me get the blanket."

He looked up at her a bit more keenly. "You've been crying." A simple statement.

"Yeah," Marinette said quietly, defeatedly. "But I'm okay." She pasted on a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She started getting up but he caught her attention and spoke with some hesitation.

"I don't need the blanket. I'm probably not going to sleep," he said with a half smile, sitting down on the floor in front of her. "Too much going on here," he tapped against his temple. "I'm guessing the same for you?"

"Yeah again," she said, smiling for real this time. "Can we keep talking?"

"We can. I thought it'd be better if you got some rest but sleep isn't coming for either of us anyway." The lights in her room were muted but she could see the bags forming under his eyes. He passed his hands over his chin, lightly scratching at the stubble coming in.

"I was really kind of… no, not kind of. I was awful when we dated before."

"You weren't awful. You just weren't there. I understand that you had Paris to save," he added quickly when she had furrowed her eyebrows. "But the fact remains that I wasn't able to spend any time with you. Juleka kept telling me to watch out and that you dated me only because Adrien wasn't available to date anymore. I was hoping you'd change your mind and you would want to be with me, but then you were making time for him and your other friends while I was left waiting. I'm a human being, Marinette, not a doormat. You forgot about me. It was miserable and I felt like shit. I almost regretted asking you out at all."

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Ah, fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. There were none of his usual filters. He just spewed all that out there. It was all true but maybe he should've let it go? She was young and dumb, anyone at that age was capable of making stupid-ass mistakes. Luka himself made soooo many of them. It'd been like 5 years since their breakup, maybe he should just get over it already. Marinette was in his arms literal minutes ago and he had to go and get like this. And he made her cry again. Nice one, Couffaine.

This was the worst sort of crying. She went absolutely still with a solemn expression, being oppressively silent while the tears fell from her eyes. He felt his mouth go dry and he swallowed. "I--" he cut himself off.

Marinette nodded her head so slightly Luka almost didn't see the motion. "I didn't make time for you," she agreed, her voice tiny and broken.

He suddenly wanted to make a quip about knowing all about time and giving Second Chances to let them both recover but that would be disingenuous and corny as hell. He wasn't so sure he believed in them much anymore. And maybe the way this played out was better anyway, at the very least he needed to own what he said as he couldn't take back his words.

Marinette broke the silence. "I… I wasn't very happy with myself back then. I did make a lot of bad decisions. I didn't give you… much of anything I guess."

He smiled a little. "I still have that pendant."

"I could have given you more. I could have been doing so much more. And I didn't. I didn't," she repeated, a hitch in her voice.

Fuck. He could meet her halfway at least. "It sounded like you had a lot to deal with. You knew your friends better so it makes a lot of sense that you'd prefer to hang out with them. I was just some guy. The brother of a friend. I wasn't that important in the long run."

"Don't say that," Marinette cringed a little. She wrapped her arms around herself. "You were--are important. I was… I was scared. Of a lot of things. A lot of stupid things." She shivered slightly. "I was a little scared of disappointing you. I was scared that maybe I had used you to… make me feel better about myself. I was scared that you'd never see all of me. I was scared that Hawkmoth would use you against me and your family and Paris if you knew I was Ladybug and it happened anyway without you knowing about me. I was so stupid back then."

He sighed. "Hey, please don't beat yourself up. I didn't want to make you feel like you have to explain what happened in the past. I got too… wrapped up in how I felt back then. We didn't work out and that's just life." It hadn't been their time.

Did he still love her? Sure. But they'd been better off as friends. She even made a point of trying to hang out with him nowadays. She told him everything that was on her mind. She gave him small gifts here and there, made it to all of his gigs, invited him to all of her fashion showings. They saw the movies and concerts they wanted to see together. When she felt lost or sad he was the first one she reached out to.

As… friends?

There was this uncomfortable feeling tugging at the back of his mind. He felt it at the base of his skull, a slow dawning realization. But… he almost didn't want to acknowledge it as it could have been just some phantom hope that she would love him like he sometimes dreamed. It was way too easy to get lost in some fantasy.

Maybe he was just scared himself. Scared of being ghosted again if he picked up this hope and tried to make it real. In a roundabout way he was saying that, at least.

Okay. Time to bite the bullet. He leaned forward and put his hand on her elbow. "I know we're hanging out a lot more now. I'm sincerely enjoying all the times we get to do stuff together. I'm grateful that you're giving me all that." This is it. Just say it out loud. "I'm saying that if we want to be more than friends, I'm scared that you're going to leave me again."

Whew. Was that so bad? Actually yeah it was terrifying.

There was a grimace on Marinette's face. "I… I-I understand," she said weakly. "I understand why you'd be afraid of that. But I don't know how to prove to you that I won't?"

It felt like the world shifted, the same as the first time he ever saw her. That earlier hope was coiling around his heart, making it beat faster. "You won't?"

She kept looking pained. "J-Just so you know I t-totally get it if you wanna stay friends or… or something, but I-I want… I know I messed up and I get pretty crazy sometimes so maybe you don't want anything to do with me after this and it's completely your right to do that--"

"Hold on," Luka interrupted her, half anxious and half this is so Marinette. "I'm not--" She put her fingers to his lips to quiet him.

"B-But I have to ask if you could give me a second chance?"

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Marinette pulled her head back a bit and got annoyed at herself. "Sorry, that wasn't supposed to be a pun. O-On your… history as Viperion."

Great, so not only had she made an ass of herself but she just unintentionally punned at Luka. Marinette intensely disliked when Chat had made those inappropriately annoying puns whenever moments were tense. She seemingly picked up the habit, ugh.

Luka laughed and the tension was cut a bit. Maybe Adrien wasn't so wrong to have joked all the time. Luka took her hand into his and pressed his face against her palm. "Alright, alright," he breathed out. Instantly Marinette's heart started beating faster. "I just wanted you to hear me out. You do hear me, right?"

Marinette nodded. "I hear you." There was a slightly rough and tickling sensation under her finger tips as she was able to feel some of his 5-o'clock-shadow (except what was it now, 4am?). Funny, she didn't notice that so much when she'd been kissing him.

"Then you should know that even though I've been scared, I could never stop hoping you'd warm back up to me." He gently folded her hand in his and smiled up at her. "Do you want to go out to dinner with me? We don't have to get married along the way."

"W-Well, yes to dinner, or maybe breakfast? But I mean," Marinette said, attempting for casual but probably still coming across nervous. "Don't throw that whole marriage idea out yet. I'm still not sure how to… prove things?"

He smiled. "Spend some quality time with me. That's all. It doesn't have to be big."

"Okay, breakfast and dinner. And lunch, too." She wanted to spend all the time she could with him. He wasn't asking for much -- to be honest he never asked for much, and this was something she wanted to give.

Luka smiled, probably thinking she was joking. "Think you can get some rest now?" He asked. "I can head back downstairs--"

"No! No, no, I mean, stay here with me. I-If you want."

"You're not trying to seduce me, are you?" He grinned.

"Well, I can," Marinette grinned back. "Can I?"

He seemed a little surprised by that. "Uh," he blushed.

How cute, he got flustered. Capitalizing on that, Marinette leaned forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders, her forehead against his. "I'd really like to," she whispered.

"How... inebriated are you?"

She sighed. "Do you really think I'd be having a coherent conversation with you if I was drunk?"

"You tell me, Ladybug."

"Luka Couffaine, you are a gentleman but I'm merely... warm and not even buzzed anymore. I would definitely still like to seduce you."

He blinked a few times. "Oh." He paused again, thinking it through. He gave a little laugh. "I'd really like that too."

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red1culous · 4 years ago

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Curved Mirror

Sometimes when it got too much to bear she would take to the beach. She donned her running shoes and ran till she ran out of breath…or sand. More often than not it was sand. And sometimes she cursed her stamina and strength wishing she could for once in her life be the weak one. She wished she was the one being comforted instead of doing the comforting. She ran until her lungs gave way, or her legs did, or she just didn’t need to anymore. This was one of those days.

Coming to an abrupt halt she bends over grasping her knees and greedily sucks in salty air into her lungs.

She is acutely aware of the noises around her. Living as a super spy did that to you. The wind, the waves, the seagulls rasping overhead, the old pier creaking. The cold wind blowing through the tall dried grass causing it to crackle and hiss. She heard it all. But she wasn’t aware of the new sound that presented itself. It blended in with the others that to her ears it sounded like nothing.

As she stands in a filmy sheet of mist she hears it again, slight but distinct. And again. At first she cannot identify it. It was a pounding, crunching sound that came from a part of the beach that she had already passed. She presses her brows together and instinctively reaches for the tiny dagger she had sewn into the waistband of her pants.

“Hey—“

The sound catches the breeze and is carried away on the wind. Like an eery whistle she hears the voice but cannot recognise the words. And through the mist that breaks and fragments she sees a figure trotting up towards her. Tendrils of mist floating about around the dark shadow.

“Hey—“

Again the figure calls out but the roar of the ocean swallows the sound. As it comes into view Natasha sees a woman with a gentle face and a welcoming smile. She is wearing a red cap, red shorts and a coach jacket zipped up to the top with the words LIFEGUARD emblazoned across the front of it. Natasha blinks a few times as if waking from a daze.

“Ma’am are you ok?” the stranger speaks tentatively reaching out to touch Natasha’s upper arm. She stops when Natasha flinches at the movement.

“I’m—“ Natasha stalls, “…what’s with the umbrella?” she continues buying herself some time.

The stranger furrows her brows but her smile grows a little wider. “It’s umm, it’s raining. There’s a storm coming and the beach is closed,” she raises the umbrella and opens it for Natasha to take. Natasha eyes it suspiciously for a moment before meeting the strangers eyes again. “Ma’am you’re soaked…” she adds.

“Please—“ Natasha’s voice comes out hoarse. She takes the umbrella.

“‘Scuse me?” the lifeguard asks.

“Natasha. My name’s Natasha. ‘Ma’am’ makes me sound ancient” she says as she notices that it was indeed raining. The wind was so cold that the raindrops on her face felt like tiny knives. How had she not noticed until now?

“Wanna get out of here?” the question is accompanied with a finger pointing up to an already blackened sky.

To Natasha’s surprise, Y/N, as the lifeguard introduces herself, grabs hold of Natasha’s hand and leads her towards her truck. The wind by this time had started to pick up speed and it pushed back slowing their progress. It felt as if they were trudging through molasses as the wet, powdery sand kept sucking their feet deeper and deeper into its slippery holes. Eventually they do make it into the vehicle and Y/N sighs in relief as she turns the ignition and heater to max.

Rubbing her hands over her arms to generate some heat she reaches behind to the backseat and pulls out a neatly folded towel passing it to Natasha.

“You first” Nat insists.

“Oh no. Don’t worry about me. This is what I train for. I’ll be fine.” She moves the towel closer to Natasha basically shoving the material into her hands.

Nat chuckles at the situation she has gotten herself into. She was being rescued this time. How ironic, she thinks to herself. She takes the towel, an amused smile painted across her lips, and dries the ends of her hair, neck and front with it.

She also takes this opportunity to properly look at her saviour. Y/N is resting a clipboard against the steering wheel marking off checkboxes and scribbling down some notes. The wet hair that pokes out of her cap is stuck to her face and neck and from them fat drops of water drip onto her already soaked through clothes. Natasha feels slightly guilty for causing such a fuss but she was somewhat enjoying the whole damsel in distress act.

“Like what you see?” Y/N asks and the question has Natasha rapidly blinking as she feels heat rise to her cheeks having been caught staring.

“W-what?” she stutters.

“I said, “do you like the sea?”” Y/N chuckles and chucks the clipboard into the backseat removing her cap and combing her hands through wet locks. “I see you running here maybe 3 times every week?”

“Oh…” Natasha smiles back, “yea I guess so.”

Silence fills the void but Natasha doesn’t think it’s at all uncomfortable. In fact, this is the most comfortable she’s felt in a long time.

“Right then…” Y/N breaks the silence, “where’s your car I can drop you off there” she puts the car into reverse before turning to look at Natasha expectantly.

“It’s umm….I didn’t bring a car” she lies.

“Oh ok…umm, where’s home then I’ll give you a ride.”

“It’s umm…in the city” Natasha blushes. She can’t believe she’s acting like this.

“T-that’s a 40 minute drive. You walked here?” she asks incredulous.

“I umm…” she almost comes clean but Y/N cuts her off.

“Hmm don’t worry about it I’ll drive you there” she says smiling as she pulls out onto the road.

“You really don’t have to, Y/N.” Natasha offers really feeling bad this time.

“It’s my pleasure. Plus I live in the city too so it’s not like I’m going out of my way” she says opening a flask of coffee and taking a sip. “Do you want some coffee? It’ll warm you up a little” she adds shaking the canteen gently.

“I don’t know…I’m very particular about my coffee” Natasha laughs. Any other day she would be cringing at how she was behaving with a total stranger.

“Wow I am sending her home and she disrespects the coffee without even tasting it” Y/N fake pouts in response.

“OK give it here” Natasha reaches for the coffee and takes a small sip. “This tastes like piss water…,” she gags, “you know coffee needs to have coffee in it for it to be called coffee, right?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “And the sass! Ok to be fair I woke up late for my shift and didn’t exactly have time to brew proper coffee.” She makes a half air quote with one hand at the last few words.

“How about…we stop at this diner along the way and I get you a proper cup of coffee.” The question comes out sounding more like a command. “I mean, if you want to…it’s umm, the least I can do” she quickly adds.

Y/N doesn’t answer for a beat and it has Natasha cursing herself internally.

What is going on with you!?

“Ok”

“Ok?” Natasha double checks.

“Yup” Y/N smiles stealing a glance at Natasha, “why not.”

Natasha beams as she leans back in her seat peering out the window into the inky darkess of night. She imagines the sky and the sea merging into one another. A flash of lightning strikes and it illuminates the surf breaking onto the beach. What she also sees as she looks out the window is a reflection of herself. She doesn’t recognise it at first. It’s smiling back at her. Genuinely smiling. She’s actually smiling.

You are really smiling!

For the first time in what felt like weeks she let herself smile.

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knickynoo · 4 years ago

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Hi! I really enjoy your analysis (especially the Doc & Marty stuff, but I guess I don´t have to say that anymore) and I´d love to read some of your fics! I write some myself sometimes, but as English is my third language and I´m really unsure about writing fictional texts in it. It may be that one day I´ll actually find something good enough to post it, but it may take a while... Anyway, I´d love to know what, in your opinion, Doc of 1955 was feeling/thinking about Marty?

First of all: That is so cool that you speak three languages.

Second of all: I love your posts and analysis too! If you ever post a fic, I’d definitely want to check it out.

Ok. So. The dynamic between Marty and ‘55 Doc is one of those things I wish we had more information/content on. Because there’s Doc, minding his own business in his huge house, when a teenager suddenly comes into his life, claiming to be his friend and needing his help to get back to his own time. And like, yeah, Doc is obviously suspicious at first, but those feelings seem to go away pretty quickly. It isn’t long at all before we see Doc and Marty acting very comfortable with each other (makes sense for Marty of course, but Doc has just met this kid).

I get the feeling that Doc grew to like Marty and enjoy his company very soon after meeting him. I don’t know that ‘55 Doc is quite as isolated or socially shunned as ‘85 Doc, but I assume that he is to some degree. I can imagine that having somebody come into your life, who makes it clear that you’re his only hope, would impact Doc deeply. He likely felt important and needed, maybe something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Plus, keep in mind that Marty probably didn’t alter his behavior too much for this younger version of his friend. He called him “Doc” from the start, spoke to him with the same enthusiasm, and just generally treated him with the same familiarity that he would “his” Doc. So for as bewildered as Doc might have been in the beginning, I think that it sunk in just how much he meant to this kid, and how much this kid meant to his future self. He could tell that Marty was somebody who understood him, and valued him as a person. Doc then spent a whole week building this connection and friendship that, for all we know, he might have never had with anybody prior. So, to make a long story short... I think once the inital skepticism wore off, Doc was like, “Hmm...friend? Yes. Friend.”

Anyway, that’s why I would love to have more information on the “in-between” moments of that week. While there was a lot of planning involved to prepare for the night at the clock tower, I’m sure there was a decent amount of down time. What did they sit around and talk about? Did they watch tv together? Did Doc give Marty a grand tour of the house, pointing out important family heirlooms or collectibles? Did Marty try to sneak in little facts and stories about his own life here and there, between Doc’s repeated warnings not to inform him of the future? This is where headcanons come in handy, lol.

Thanks for the ask!

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polaristranslations · 3 years ago

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Yotsugi Buddy Episode 5 (FINAL)

The epilogue; or perhaps, the punch line.

After yet another week had passed.

"So? What happened this time? If you're okay with me, I'll hear you out, Araragi-kun."

"Oh, get lost... Hanekawa!?"

My former classmate who had set off a journey wandering overseas after graduating from Naoetsu High School, Hanekawa Tsubasa, was sitting right in front of me—huh!?

What happened to Gahara-san, who's usually in charge of the endings!?

"Hitagi-chan is going on a trip to Kushiro with friends from her dorm this week, so if I may be so presumptuous as to take her place."

"She's going to Hokkaido!? That Hokkaido that I have yet to visit!? With her new friends!?"

Don't do things that will hurt your boyfriend!

Well, I was highly in favor of her expanding her circle of friends... But if she really went and ate crabs there, we might have to have a serious talk about breaking up.

"But, Hanekawa, if you're taking her place... When did you even get back? How long have you been here?"

"I actually got back just now. Since it's summer break, I thought I'd spend some time with Hitagi-chan, but she rejected me. She assigned me to you, Araragi-kun."

It was also a bit of a shock to hear Hanekawa speak as if she had no intention of meeting me... But oh well.

I wouldn't normally be a fan of breaking up the rhythm of our regular interactions, but that didn't mean I wasn't happy to be able to talk with Hanekawa—even if the subject was a tragicomedy about child abuse.

The location was, as usual, the cafeteria on the university campus—it was Hitagi who called me out, so I faithfully rushed over, thinking it was the usual thing... So this was quite the surprise.

Hanekawa Tsubasa, whom I hadn't seen in several months, now had long, straight gray hair. It wasn't braided, but it was close to the length that it had been when I first met her... However, she didn't have bangs, so I guess she just kept growing them out. I didn't know what country she just got back from, but her style, with her sturdy-looking backpack and hat, seemed like she'd just come back from climbing a mountain.

Her golden-brown skin made it seem as if she'd gotten a tan at the beach or something, but was that mismatched impression just how Hanekawa was like, now?

If there was one thing that bore a resemblance to when we first met, it would be that, though she had been wearing contact lenses since the second term of her high school senior year, she had gone back to wearing glasses—it wasn't for the sake of changing her image or her character, but simply that it was more convenient for travel.

Thinking about it, wasn't this the first time I saw Hanekawa Tsubasa in plain clothes? Since she was no longer a high school girl, I suppose it was natural to see her in plain clothes... I hadn't been mentally prepared in the slightest, so even her mountain climbing clothes left me flustered.

I didn't know if I should call it a cameo appearance or a stunt double, but, well, maybe Hanekawa was more suited for the ending than Hitagi was, as far as this case was concerned.

Not just because of the character for "hane".

Although, that's where it all started.

"Ahaha, that's pretty careless of you, Araragi-kun. Anyone with the character for 'hane' is usually good for nothing."

"They're good for something! There's something good for all of them! Don't involve the entire population of people with 'hane' in their name just because of your own self-deprecation! As soon as 'hane' shows up in your name, you're guaranteed to live a long and wealthy life! You score a hundred points in name-based fortune-telling!"

"Araragi-kun, were you always that defensive of a person...? I never said anything about economic conditions or life expectancy, either."

It's not like you get scored in name-based fortune-telling, too, pointed out Hanekawa in a dumbfounded manner—damn, after not seeing her in a while, it was like she was pointing out how dull I'd become.

Name-based fortune-telling, huh.

"You really know everything, don't you."

"I don't know everything, I just know what I know. Also, sorry about this, but we're no longer in high school, so if you don't mind, can you stop calling me 'you [omae]' so brusquely?"[?]

"We're totally not on the same wavelength!"

It was like a failed attempt at a nostalgic handshake—well, I guess such awkwardness is also part of what a reunion tastes like.

"I wouldn't say you've gotten dull. In fact, I'm impressed by how much you've grown. I never thought you'd save a teacher. I'd love to tell Hoshina-sensei all about it."

"Well, I really caused a lot of trouble for that homeroom teacher of mine... Teachers, huh... If I've become a fine person, then what have you... Er, what have you [anata] been up to lately, Hanekawa?"[?]

"I didn't think you'd be this awkward. I'm just kidding, it's fine to keep using 'you [omae]'. Well, I've finally finished the first stage of clearing out the mines around some national borders."

The scale was way too different.

In that case, her mountain climbing clothes today might actually be work clothes, or more specifically, military clothes... In other words, I guess it was my fate to never see Hanekawa in plain clothes.

It made me feel like the adventure that Ononoki-chan and I went on was nothing but a small trifle.

"There's no such thing as too big or too small when it comes to helping people. You're not your sisters, Araragi-kun."

"Now that you've said that, I'm sure even Ononoki-chan can rest in peace."

"D-did Ononoki-chan die!?"

"Well, she was already dead. Well, I'll talk about that later... I have things planned out, you see."

"Surely not. It doesn't seem like you'd plan things out, Araragi-kun."

Well, maybe I hadn’t.

And that was true today as well.

"If you've only finished the first stage, does that mean there are still some mines left?"

"No, they've all been completely cleared out. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back. By finishing the first stage, I mean that I've been freed from my debt."

"Debt? For what?"

"The debt from chartering a fighter jet to take down Ougi-chan the day before our graduation ceremony."

Oh yeah, there was something like that.

I see, so while I'd thought that everything had been finished back then, Hanekawa had been suffering from debt hell ever since... Though it wasn't as bad as my hellish spring break.

Still, I don't know if you could say "as expected", but she repaid her debt quite fast.

What an amazing girl.

"So, from here on out, Hanekawa Tsubasa is free to do whatever she wants... Free to clear out mines of her own volition."

"......"

She was saying something pretty good, but it was kind of scary... When I was back in high school, I never thought I would end up worrying for Hanekawa's future.

"So?"

Hanekawa asked, switching back to the main topic.

"What happened this time? If you're okay with me, I'll hear you out, Araragi-kun."

"There would be no better person to hear me out than you."

It had already been in the news, and since she was the class president that knew everything, I didn't think there was anything I could add. But I told her the full story in chronological order, without cutting anything.

"—Ah, I guess you're not a class president anymore."

"Well, I'm still a president. Of the International Land Mine Removal U-20 Committee."

"That's insane. I never thought that my prediction that you would be a class president for the rest of your life would be fulfilled like this."

"But, I see, hmm. So it was something like that. You sure had a hard time, didn't you, Araragi-kun? But I think I understood most of it."

"You ‘understood most of it’ that easily, huh? The truth about the oddity incident that almost killed me several times."

"Did you really almost die?"

"By my estimate, at least twenty times."

"Don't exaggerate. It's an oddity story, after all. It could end up spreading."

At the very least, it was just once—when I was almost choked to death by my own clothes. At most, I'd say it was two times... With the time when I was locked in a cage.

I wasn't counting the two flights I made with "Unlimited Rulebook", since those were more like gags.

In that sense, perhaps I wasn't involved in that big of an adventure this summer... It didn't turn into anything like a demon-world-like summer vacation that could rival my hellish spring break and my nightmarish Golden Week.

Right.

In the end, this was reality.

"Honestly, maybe it would've been better if it had been you. If you were the one that Associate Professor Iesumi asked for help. If it had been you, you wouldn't have had the 'replacement child' misunderstanding when she first called you into her office, and you would have completely dispelled her suicidal impulses, wouldn't you?"

"Mm. Mmm. If it were up to the current me, I might have just let her die."

"......"

"It might have been impossible for the me of the past, too. The thought of helping an adult might not have even occurred to me... And I don't think I could have remained calm in front of an abusive adult. You remember, right? What I did to the people who raised me. Although I've forgotten... So, Araragi-kun, you're incredible."

Even though she said that, it didn't really feel like I was being praised.

If anything, I felt like a traitor. As if she was asking me how I remained so calm.

"I think all I could've done was call the cops at the very beginning, which would have complicated things further. So, Iesumi-san was right to choose you following Oikura-san's recommendation. Isn't that why Oikura-san told Iesumi-san about you?"

"Oikura would badmouth me to anyone."

Even if her words becoming the catalyst ended up being a good thing... I couldn't say that I had really been very helpful, just like with Oikura's case.

Rather than being helpful, I was completely helpless.

At least, that's how I felt.

"On the other hand, how much do you understand right now, Araragi-kun?"

"I barely understand anything. It's the same as always, just me regretting that there must have been a way to do this better."

In fact, the "past Hanekawa method" of reporting the abuse of the three-year-old daughter as soon as I heard about it wasn't so bad... At the very least, Associate Professor Iesumi would not have to be admitted to a police hospital for malnutrition, in this gluttonous country of Japan.

Her consciousness, which was already hazy on the rooftop, had been completely lost at this point... The doctor's assessment was that not only was she unconscious and in critical condition, it was unbelievable that she was still alive to begin with.

How was she still alive?

That was the one thing even the person herself didn't understand.

I may have managed to save her life, but her life was the only thing I managed to save... Other than that, I hadn't been able to save anything else.

The basic necessities of life—when I thought about how she hadn't been given any of that, and about her life from this point on, it didn't just leave me depressed.

"It's no wonder Shinobu didn't help me at all this time. What I was doing hasn't changed from what I did back then. If there's someone dying, I just can't help but reach out to them."

Shinobu probably had her own excuses... At the very least, it wasn't fair to say that she didn't help "at all". We hadn't made it to the parking lot in time, but once the sun set, it was her time to shine—when it came to the repairing and purification of Room 333, Shinobu had done a great job on all fronts.

"Wasn't Iesumi-san actually seeking help, too? She just couldn't say it like that in front of a child."

"What, is she a tsundere? An adult like her? I may not be a specialist of child abuse, and I may not be a specialist of oddities, but I am a specialist of tsundere. Well, it does make me feel a little better to think that way, even for a moment."

But I wonder.

I had also wanted to die in the past, and it was Hanekawa's words that had kept me alive at that time, which was what troubled me so much. Wasn't it just cruel to admonish a person who was suffering and tell them that "suicide was sinful"?

After being torn to shreds, it was like I was being attacked for wanting to die—wasn't that more sinful?

It was really hard to believe she was seeking help... That person may have just wanted to die.

"Then, if I unravel the mysteries that have been left behind, will that make you feel better, Araragi-kun?"

"Well, a little."

"Then, it might be a bit much, but this humble president would like to be of assistance."

Hanekawa grinned.

So that's why she was here—unabashedly showing up on a university campus that was off-limits to outsiders. Perhaps that was all according to my girlfriend's plan, as she looked forward to going to Kushiro.

But I wasn't going to let her off easy...

"Let's start off with something easy. How about the little bear doll on the roof?"

"Is that something easy?"

"I mean, it's a bear that's the size of a key chain, right? So wouldn't it be reasonable to assume that it was originally attached to a key?"

"A key..."

The only key that appeared in this series of events would be... The key to Room 333, Associate Professor Iesumi's territory... Was this about that key, which I'd finally been able to return to her that day on the roof?

"Non, non."

"A, a Parisienne?"

"There's one more key, isn't there? There was a lock to the second door, as you called it, that could only be opened from the hallway side."

"Ah... The door that Ononoki-chan kicked open."

Aha. While I'd tried to fix the hinges on that door, I hadn't performed a search for the key itself—and even in the subsequent (half-finished) search, I hadn't found it.

"From the fact that it's a teddy bear, isn't there a good chance that it was attached to the nursery key? And then—there's a good chance she threw it onto the roof."

Thanks to Ononoki-chan, my imagination had gone in the direction that it was a memory of Associate Professor Iesumi and her parents that she couldn't easily get rid of, but it could also have been a memory of Associate Professor Iesumi and the Iie-chan doll.

...And she threw it away onto the roof.

Littering towards heaven, not earth.

"Since she didn't find it cute anymore—right? Though, like Ononoki-chan said, you can get the feeling that she didn't throw it away, but failed to completely get rid of it. Considering the damage to that bear, it would've been about a year ago, right?"

"......"

So she felt the same way about the key chain as she did with her "own child"... The key that was detached must have been used without a key chain, like the key to the front door, or else she would not have been able to open and close the nursery door.

In the end, considering that she confined the Iie-chan doll and then left the second door locked, she may have even thrown away the key onto the roof... Perhaps we would have been able to find it under the rubble from Ononoki-chan's destruction.

That worn-out little bear.

In a way, it was also a remnant of affection, like the interior of the nursery.

"Even if it was a state of emergency, I would have felt bad if we turned the bitter memories of her parents into an oddity, but since it was a doll that Associate Professor Iesumi bought herself..."

"If it had been a gift from her parents, I think you would've been in big trouble, and not just in terms of your feelings. It would've been bad if it had been handmade, too—but Ononoki-chan is a professional, so I'm sure she wouldn't make such a misjudgment."

There was once a time where I created an oddity, too—said Hanekawa, lost in her memories.

Was she talking about Black Hanekawa?

No—it must be about Kako.

It was something that happened while I was away, so I didn't know all the details... But, regardless of good or bad, the fact that she created an oddity without even being a specialist made her one hell of a girl.

How long would I be able to drink tea at the same table with her, as she continued to raise her status as president ad infinitum?

"When it comes to Ononoki-chan, I gotta say I think she was making plenty of misjudgments... According to her, 'Ever since I came to live with Araragi Tsukihi, my clumsiness has shown no signs of stopping.'"

"Hm. Then, next is..."

"Can I ask something? It might be a little trivial, but..."

"You're talking about that, right? If it's a trivial matter, then you're asking why the weakness of the clothes and fabric that attacked you and Ononoki-chan was water, right?"

Hanekawa spoke as if she was completely aware.

"But, isn't it obvious if you check the contents of Iesumi-san's letter?"

"Um. No... That wasn't the question I had, but that's fine."

It seemed the definition of "trivial" differed for me and for Hanekawa... I didn't even care about something like that anymore. I'd crudely assumed that all oddities were fundamentally weak to water or something...

"Since they were oddities created by Associate Professor Iesumi, who was raised with 'water' as her 'staple food', the oddities' weakness ended up being water? But if that's the case, I would think they would grow even stronger when being doused with water..."

Like putting dried foods back into water, I guess?

No, when I found her on the rooftop, Associate Professor Iesumi declined the water I offered her... If you suddenly drink water after not eating or drinking, then was it fatal...? But then, what exactly would be the right way to treat such a thing?

"Rather than refeeding syndrome, maybe Iesumi-san just refused to be satisfied with water—"

"Satisfied?"

"Rather than your ski cap and jacket just becoming immobile after getting soaking wet, isn't it more like they drank their fill and fell asleep on a full stomach? Like a baby with a full tummy after being breastfed."

"......"

It wasn't their weakness—it was their staple food.

The feeling of not wanting to be satisfied was something I could understand... If the vampire on a hunger strike, Deathtopia Virtuoso Suicidemaster, were here right now, perhaps she would have something more profound and more significant to talk about here.

"Breasts, huh... Have I unexpectedly become a man that enjoys raising children? It's true that I've always been thinking that men should be more proactive in childcare."

"Araragi-kun, when you say the word 'breasts' so wholeheartedly, it sounds like you mean something else."

"So was that what you meant when you asked, 'Did you really almost die?' When I was in that crisis, it was more like a starving baby clinging onto me, so my life wasn't actually in danger..."

"No, I think that was definitely an attack. Most likely, one made out of self-defense... Still, if it were me, I would have never put back on a jacket and ski cap that almost killed me... How afraid of hypothermia are you? You're way too paranoid."

When she said that, I couldn't say anything in response.

But it really is scary, getting pulled along by "Unlimited Rulebook" without even a seatbelt...

"I would think that, when your clothes attacked you while your focus was on the destroyed father doll, they attacked rather systematically. Otherwise, the professional Ononoki-chan probably would not have had a hard time. It wasn't that opening the closet was the trigger condition, but rather they aimed for the exact moment that Ononoki-chan's hands were full with opening the closet. So, what was the question you wanted to ask, Araragi-kun?"

Hanekawa came down to my level... It was an exchange that reminded me of when she was helping me study.

I really was a baby. Goo goo ga ga.

"Don't say that as if you've resigned yourself to it. What kind of baby are you trying to be?"

"Rather than my question, it's a doubt that Ougi...kun raised. The difference between the quality of the construction and the quality of the drawing for the Iie-chan and father dolls... Because of the imbalance between the balloon-art-like technique and the 'henohenomoheji' scribble, Ougi-kun suspected that two people were involved in the making of the stuffed animal, placing the 'estranged husband' on the chopping block."

Though it was Associate Professor Iesumi who locked up the doll, it was the husband who stabbed the doll in the back with a fruit knife—I had acted with that reasoning as a basis... No, it was more supplementary.

Well, unlike Ougi-chan's deductions, Ougi-kun's deductions were a bit more sloppy—or rather, it was designed to confuse the person he was talking to and cause havoc. So it wouldn't be weird if it wasn't necessarily correct, but still, that raised some concerns regarding the discrepancy between the construction ability and the drawing ability.

From reading the letter, it seemed that both the Iie-chan doll and the father doll were made by Associate Professor Iesumi alone... Could we just say that "Associate Professor Iesumi was good with crafts but had no talent in art"?

"Oh, something that simple... I mean, that really is mysterious. All right, let's think about it together!"

"You've gotten pretty bad at backing me up. Think back to the time where you were such a patient private tutor!"

"Ougi-chan—or rather, Ougi-kun? He didn't know about the existence of the father doll at the time, right? Then it made sense that he thought that way. But if he'd seen the doll on the bed in the next room beforehand, he would surely have thought something like this. 'This girl looks just like her father.'"

"...Aah."

Instead of thinking in terms of the creator being the same... If I thought about it in terms of parent and child resembling each other, then the "henohenomoheji" face being shared was completely natural... Though it was more of a folk belief that girls took after their fathers.

I'd thought that the "henohenomoheji" face was too lacking in either skill or affection for a stuffed doll made to represent one's own child, but if it was actually an imitation of the doll that was the father figure—but, if that was the case, we'd have to figure out why the face of the father doll was a "henohenomoheji".

Was it skill, or was it affection?

That was lacking—

"—I guess it has to be affection."

A forged marriage for the sake of a visa.

It was not a marriage for money or fame, but a marriage for citizenship, a marriage solely on paper—Associate Professor Iesumi, who did it all on her own, probably didn't even know what her spouse looked like.

Unlike the Iie-chan doll, who she at least tried to raise for two years, she didn't even give a name to the father doll.

All she wanted was a family register.

"Even if you can't draw a good picture, you can still draw a bad one—but something like that is just a paradox for people who don't know how to draw... Couldn't she have drawn on the face of her ideal man, or something?"

"She probably didn't even have any ideals. Or wanted to have any."

The letter had said that it was a simulation for the sake of pretending to be married... Of course, I assumed it meant more than that.

Some special reason why she had to do something like that, like emotional attachment or nostalgia—but if it truly was nothing but performing a criminal act, then it was true that there was no need for ideals.

You could even say it was a hindrance.

Although, even in that simulation, she ended up failing—

"I suppose it means that even before she was unable to love her daughter, she didn't even love her husband. To read a bit deeper into it, she may have used her parents as role models... If she thought that the strong bond between her father and mother was the reason for her long years of confinement."

"...For the sake of loving the Iie-chan doll, she chose to 'separate' with the father doll? Although, since it's a doll, you can't really separate from him..."

Unlike the little bear doll, it wasn't big enough to be thrown onto the rooftop, either... For Associate Professor Iesumi, who had grown up in a cage all her life and never known the world "outside her house", it was probably inevitable that Room 333 had become her whole territory.

Her home, which had turned into a hangout for "bad things" like the former Kitashirahebi Shrine—a 3LDK of swirling emotions.

Her saying she was separated from her husband was not a narrative trick found in mystery novels—it was simply the biggest form of separation she could think of, as her knowledge only consisted of that strong bond between parents. She was at an absurd loss.

"Even though she had no choice but to do so, the fact that she destroyed those bonds from within the cage may have determined the rest of Associate Professor Iesumi's life. Maybe she left Switzerland, not because she wanted to get away from her mother, but because she wanted to escape from her sense of guilt."

Even if she was able to realize her great ambition of getting stabbed by her father after five long years... She surely didn't want to make her mother stab her father or even turn into a fugitive.

"...Ah, I see. I should've asked about that first. It's something that I asked Associate Professor Iesumi about on the roof, though I didn't get a clear answer."

A simulation that barely lasted two years, let alone twenty—with it becoming harder to love the Iie-chan doll, her arriving at separation and finally at neglect, let's just say it was another form of a bad ending different from reality. However, if there were differences between the "recreation" and reality—

"Then who was it that stabbed the father doll? As for who stabbed the Iie-chan doll... Was it Associate Professor Iesumi?"

If the doll-making was not a collaborative effort, but hers alone, then did that mean that Ougi-kun's theory about the abuse and the stabbing was way off, and it was actually the same criminal?

It was that conversation with my junior that became the catalyst for my subsequent actions, so the truth or accuracy of the statement wasn't really important anymore, but...

"I think you can just think that it happened normally. What you first assumed, Araragi-kun,"

said Hanekawa.

"In other words, the father doll stabbed the Iie-chan doll in the back, and then the Iie-chan doll stabbed the father doll in the face."

"...That's not normal at all, though?"

Rather than it being what I first assumed, it felt like it was completely at odds with what I assumed... At that point, it wasn't even a recreation of what happened in Switzerland, right?

It was only when I thought that the "estranged husband" was real that I thought that it wasn't Associate Professor Iesumi that stabbed the Iie-chan doll. And there was certainly a time when I thought that the moving Iie-chan doll had stabbed the father doll, but after reading the letter and interpreting that Room 333 was a crime scene recreation, then I would've guessed that it was Associate Professor Iesumi that stabbed the father doll in the face.

The fact that the father doll moved and stabbed the Iie-chan doll... Well, it wasn't impossible. The reason Ononoki-chan destroyed the father doll on the bed was because she'd been wary that the doll would start moving—"just in case".

Thus, it wasn't impossible to assume that the father doll had already "moved", long before that... Rather, it could even be assumed that being stabbed in the face by the fruit knife caused that stuffed doll to "stop moving".

However, if you went even further... If Associate Professor Iesumi stabbed the doll in the face for the sake of the recreation (?), then the Iie-chan doll needed to have already been stabbed in the back.

The order of events was messed up.

Twisted up, like balloon art.

I'd certainly seen the Iie-chan doll stabbed in the back—in other words, I'd seen the fruit knife. At that point, the fruit knife was in the nursery.

As long as Associate Professor Iesumi was already on the roof of the university building, not moving the slightest bit as if locked in a cage, attempting to commit an impractical suicide—she could not have pulled out the fruit knife and stabbed the father doll in the next room.

Was it a remote-controlled trick?

If she used the oddity that controlled cloth, it wouldn't be impossible... But I didn't think at all that my jacket and ski cap, the clothes in the closet or the carpet, and especially the Iie-chan doll were under the control of Associate Professor Iesumi.

The attacks had been extremely primitive.

It was true that, like Hanekawa said, the most suspicious of them all was the Iie-chan doll, who'd displayed a high learning ability... But if so, it would not be an accurate recreation.

Although, if you told me that there was no need for it to be an accurate recreation, then I wouldn't be able to respond... In the first place, it wouldn't have been a recreation starting from the fact that the country was different...

"You don't have to make it so complicated. Let's assume for a moment that it was indeed a recreation. In that case, what would be wrong?"

"...Well."

I wanted to say that trying to argue about what was right or wrong in that situation was already wrong, but that might be being too critical.

"Are you saying that it's actually the letter that was wrong? It was written in the narration, though?"

"Don't act like some clever reader of mystery novels. Also, don't say things as if the victim is always trustworthy."

It was something I wouldn't say, no matter what.

Narration or otherwise, the content of the letter was highly questionable—even if it wasn't groundless, it was a piece of writing meant to ascend to heaven.

From the beginning, heaven and earth had already been reversed.

It had even said something like she didn't really believe that the abused Iie-chan doll was her own child, but it was highly doubtful if Associate Professor Iesumi really, truly didn't believe that.

Though it surely wasn't a disease where she denied everything.

If anything, there were probably days she knew and days she didn't... Of course, even a guy like me had good days and bad days.

Even if the day she wrote the letter happened to be one of her best days out of the whole year, there was no guarantee that those three days she left the doll locked in the cage were at the same level of energy.

"There were probably some translation errors that came from deciphering from four different languages."

"There's no way. Meniko would never mistranslate something."

"Oh, that's some confidence you have in her. You should introduce her to me, that Meniko-san."

"Eh? Ah, all right, well, if the opportunity arises."

"So you're trying to protect her not only from Hitagi-chan, but from me as well... You're way too defensive of the new friend you made in college. It's overprotective."

However, if the crime scene that was recreated was correct, then how did we need to amend the letter's contents?

If the Iie-chan doll escaping from the cage and stabbing the father doll was the correct version of events—

"Then was the one who stabbed the pediatrician father actually Associate Professor Iesumi herself, after being stabbed and escaping from the cage? As legitimate self-defense—"

No.

More correctly—it was revenge.

"—B-but, regardless of a doll doing it to another doll, there's no way a three-year-old without any accountability could kill an adult, right?"

"It would be impossible even as dolls. But she wasn't a three-year-old without any accountability, right?"

She was a twenty-year-old adult.

Declared Hanekawa—and that was right.

In the letter, she had written it as if she'd been a baby for twenty years, but that couldn't be the case... Like how a bound foot can still grow, a person didn't stop growing just because they were raised in a small cage.

As long as they were alive, they would grow.

Just like me.

"But... Hanekawa... Let me just say this one thing..."

I tried to come up with a counterargument as I spoke, but no matter what, I ended up being convinced.

With the words taught to her by her father, she ensnared her father and prayed for him to "kill her" over five years—but what if her ultimate goal was not to simply be stabbed in the back?

What if being stabbed was just a step in the process?

What if her objective was to obtain the knife—it made perfect sense.

And if there was something else that made sense, then the reason her mother fled... It wasn't because she was the culprit that stabbed the father—the only assumption was that she was trying to flee from her daughter's revenge.

She saw her husband killed by her daughter and ran away... She finally gave up on raising her daughter after twenty years of being there for her.

"There's another way to look at the mother's behavior. She's still on the run in order to cover up for the crimes her daughter committed... As long as she herself is on the run as a murderer, she wouldn't arouse any suspicion against her daughter."

"...So there's still love there?"

"A child will grow even without love. Like me."

She spoke rather defiantly.

"After all, whether she was three years old or twenty years old, Iesumi-san at the time could not be held accountable,"

Hanekawa continued.

That's right. Even if it wasn't self-defense, there was no way that case could be judged, whether under Swiss law or Japanese law.

Even if she was a fake teacher who had illegally infiltrated a national university and was a felon who would be imprisoned without probation, she would still be innocent of that one case. After all, who would remain normal after being locked up for twenty years? Even I had given up after just half an hour.

But Associate Professor Iesumi hadn't been given that "normalcy" since the day she was born... It was something she had no choice but to acquire herself, even if she had to lie to do it.

Experiencing the loss of normalcy was something I'd felt countless times... But what would it feel like to never have a sense of normalcy to begin with?

Locked up for twenty years—

"...Anyway, the last thing would be that. The number one mystery."

"Saving the question you want to ask the most for the end... That's a habit you've had since your high school days, Araragi-kun."

"Ah, because I'm a coward. I'm afraid to hear what the answer will be."

"Isn't it because you already know the answer to the question, even before you ask it? But, go ahead. I love it when you ask me questions, Araragi-kun."

"You love... Araragi-kun? If you're going to go that far, I guess I have no choice but to ask my final question."

"I think that joke is going a little too far for our current sense of distance. I'm going to tell Hitagi-chan."

Oof. Gauging our sense of distance was hard.

How does it go between you and Hitagi, Hanekawa-san?

Anyway, now that I've warmed things up with this lighthearted exchange...

"Fundamentally, is it even possible to keep a human being locked up, from when they were a baby, for twenty years—without letting them eat or drink?"

I wasn't a specialist of child abuse, and of course I wasn't a specialist of childcare... Calling myself a man that enjoyed raising children was presumptuous. However, no matter how ignorant I was, I knew that a baby was a living thing that could die from the slightest mistake... A weak existence that could die even if you didn't make any mistakes.

Could that state have been maintained for twenty years?

The fact that her father was a pediatrician wasn't enough for an explanation... Or rather, I could sense from the letter that she was trying to avoid that question by mentioning her father's occupation.

The explanation that the blade did not pierce the heart because it was so thin was almost comical... If she was in such a condition, wouldn't she have simply died from even the slightest amount of blood loss?

It was unclear to what extent Associate Professor Iesumi intentionally or unintentionally embellished that letter... But it could even be a lie that her father was a pediatrician and her mother was a fashion designer for children's clothing. Those occupations seemed to fit too perfectly, as if balloon artists had twisted them into place.

"If you start to doubt that much, you won't be able to trust anything—but at least for that point, I agree with you, Araragi-kun. In Ononoki-chan's words, 'That's the first time you and I have agreed on something.'"

Unlike with Ononoki-chan, that statement might actually be true with Hanekawa... We'd been having a lot of disagreements because of the misunderstanding of distance, so I'd been preparing myself for the possibility that we might not agree even now, but...

"Yeah. I think she turned into an oddity. Iesumi-san herself,"

said Hanekawa, which was a relief... No, the statement itself wasn't exactly something to be relieved over, though.

An oddity.

Just as how the Iie-chan doll became an oddity.

Just as how the father doll, my winter clothes, and Associate Professor Iesumi's clothes and carpet became oddities—and just as how we turned the little bear doll into an eyeball-attached oddity.

If Associate Professor Iesumi herself was turned into an oddity by her parents—then she would be able to stay a baby until she was twenty.

Indeed.

After all, I knew a young girl that was six hundred years old.

I knew a little girl that was twenty-one years old, and a tween girl that had been used for a hundred years—therefore, a twenty-year-old baby wasn't too inconsistent for me.

If she herself was an oddity, it would have been even more strange if oddities didn't continue to form in her territory, Room 333—if they didn't attack the two trespassers like immune cells with self-preservation instincts, I would think that they were actually sabotaging themselves.

It was a natural protection.

That would explain why I, a slowpoke, was able to make it in time—in other words, why Associate Professor didn't die even though she hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a week on the roof of the university.

If she was part oddity.

Then that wouldn't allow her to ascend to heaven.

Because for oddities, there was no heaven or hell.

"Her parents locked her in a cage and used her as a dress-up doll—that's more than enough to meet the conditions for becoming an oddity. I don't know how much of what she said were lies—but at the very least, she herself has no awareness of this one thing. Once she was out of the cage, she wouldn't have had a chance to use her abilities... After all, if she could use her skills freely, she wouldn't have needed to commit any crimes. It was when her crimes came close to being exposed that her defensive instincts began to run wild..."

However... The best example of this was the trespassing that Ononoki-chan and I often did, but weren't crimes basically about skipping due process and cheating to make things easier? It was disheartening to think that Associate Professor Iesumi's blood-soaked efforts were poured into a crime in order to obtain something that should be taken for granted, like human rights.

It wasn't just her parents. The world, the law, ethics, rules—everyone had neglected her.

They'd ganged up on her, and abused her.

Of course, distributing the fault among everybody was just evading responsibility by faking collective responsibility... Not to mention, she probably had people that helped her, too. Of course with regards to her rehabilitation, but her criminal activities would not have succeeded if there had not been someone that showed sympathy to her. However, even someone saying all these sympathetic things like me was probably contributing to the abuse of someone who was trying to make an effort.

Unconsciously.

If you get involved in a different way; if the person was not someone above you; if you were in a bad mood because you fought with a friend; or if you were irritable because you were hungry—you might find yourself saying that she should atone for the crime she committed against her parents, even if she could not be held accountable; or that it was too much to flee the country based on a strange assumption; or that she should have obtained a work visa the proper way even if it took a long time.

Unconsciously.

"Right. Unconsciously. Rather... Yeah, everything was just done unconsciously. Even if she was conscious of the fact that she was her father's murderer and that her mother wasn't really a murderer, I don't think she would admit it... In order to protect the self, she abandoned it—like throwing it away onto the roof. She became so good at lying to herself that she completely fooled herself."

When Hanekawa said it, the words seemed to hold greater weight.

Words as heavy as feathers, from Hanekawa to Hagoromo.

It could be said that she survived by becoming an oddity, but she couldn't be saved from the fact that the source of the passion that turned her into an oddity was her parents' love. The thing that killed her was the thing that kept her alive—so much so that she couldn't even kill herself.

In that case, when I first spoke to her at the lab, she'd seemed like such a solid, decent adult that I couldn't believe she was abusing her daughter—but that was probably because she felt so guilty about her position that she took great pains to make herself seem decent and solid. Wherever I go, it's that same "using misfortune as a springboard" that I hate, huh.

"A cloth oddity—a yokai like the ittan-momen or the shiro-uneri or the nikujuban, perhaps? Maybe the power to manipulate fabric was a talent she inherited from her fashion designer mother. In Scotland, they say that each family has a unique tartan pattern. Well, when I became the sawarineko, it's true that I never had any dreams or nightmares, but it's still troubling that the person herself has no awareness of her oddity nature."

"It's not troubling. It's her only salvation."

Even though she thought she'd finally become human once she escaped from the cage, if she found out that she wasn't—at that point, Associate Professor Iesumi would certainly give up on trying to live.

And I didn't have the confidence that I would be able to stop her then.

"I suppose we've come full circle, and it's time for the specialists to step in... Gaen-san should be able to at least seal away her powers," I said.

That would be best.

I thought I'd successfully been able to break things off with that friendly onee-san, but it seemed my debts continued to increase... Since I no longer had the opportunity to pay off my debts, a ridiculous amount of interest kept piling up.

At this rate, I'd be forced to pay back a huge sum of money after graduating from college. It was little too late to realize that I'd been set up... But since she could wait as long as four years, I guess she really was an adult. Even though she was dressed like that.

A solid adult, huh.

"Speaking of specialists, Araragi-kun, the fact that you paired up with Ononoki-chan from the start this time surprisingly ended up being the best match. Nice badi—if it had been a 'replacement child' or a 'moving doll', it certainly would have been out of Ononoki-chan's area of expertise, but an immortal oddity is right in her strike zone, isn't it?"

That was a pretty fresh point of view.

It may be a bit rough to describe Associate Professor Iesumi as an immortal monster, but considering her track record of "not growing up" and "not dying" over a period of twenty years, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she had eternal youth.

In that case, we had better get it taken care of before Kagenui-san finds out—that violent onmyouji of justice might be the only one who would enact judgment upon Associate Professor Iesumi, for the crime of killing her father.

What in the world could have happened in the past to make her dislike immortal oddities so much...? Would the day I learned about it ever come? Was it related to the curse she received for creating Ononoki-chan?

"By the way, Araragi-kun. Now that we're on the topic of Ononoki-chan, are you going to tell me any time soon? You've managed to smoothly set it aside, but what happened to Ononoki-chan after that?"

Regardless of whether or not the topic of Ononoki-chan was brought up, Hanekawa somewhat forcibly placed the trolley on the rails of the corpse doll... Many things had happened in high school, but there shouldn't have been any direct contact between Hanekawa and Ononoki-chan.

What an admirable class president, worrying about a tween girl she'd never met.

Compared to that, I was good for nothing.

I'd said that I planned things out, but in reality, I just put it off because it was hard to say... Because, as her client, I felt a sense of responsibility for the treatment she received.

"When Ononoki-chan created that eyeball-attached bear doll... That oddity, it seems Gaen-san got angrier at her than I imagined. She scolded her so much that I thought even the expressionless Ononoki-chan would start crying. I said 'more than I imagined', but I can't even begin to imagine it. Gaen-san snapped."

"Th-that Gaen-san!?"

Hanekawa wasn't acquainted with Ononoki-chan, but she was certainly acquainted with Gaen-san, so even she was taken aback—I was finally able to succeed in shocking Hanekawa.

Surprise.

If possible, I would've preferred to shock her with how much I'd grown—but, well, I understood how she felt.

There had been times where that onee-san had gotten mad at me and scolded me before, but she'd never snapped.

"Even though she didn't even yell at me when she saw me with a reference book that had pictures of an older woman that looked like Gaen-san..."

"Learning that fact makes me want to yell at you for it, Araragi-kun, but I don't have the authority to do that right now, so I'll just stay seated and keep listening. So what happened to Ononoki-chan? Don't tell me... She was disposed of?"

Hanekawa half-smiled and said it as a joke, but honestly, it wouldn't have been weird if that had happened—but rather, you could assume that Gaen-san unleashed her fury for the sake of avoiding that "disposal".

If it had been Kagenui-san that found out about it first, then as the "owner", she might have had to dispose of her shikigami... As Ononoki-chan had said, Kagenui-san was responsible for everything about her, including killing her.

If Gaen-san only flipped out as part of an exaggerated performance, then that would certainly be a kindness that was "typical" of her... But her style of using kindness and anger as tools of communication was rather incompatible with me.

But I'm sure that Gaen-san was defending not only Ononoki-chan but also me, so I had to approve of her way of doing things this time... Especially if I had to ask her to ensure that Associate Professor Iesumi was rendered harmless.

Maybe it was about ten billion yen?

The amount of debt I owed to Gaen-san.

It was as if Hanekawa, who had finished repaying her debts, passed me the baton of the debt king... A helpless relay.

"...Then, Ononoki-chan received a scathing lecture, but got off scot-free after that?"

"No way. Naturally, Gaen-san thought that a visible form of punishment was necessary, so for the time being, the problematic eyeball was confiscated from her."

I never thought she'd actually become an eyepatch character... It was way too visible, Gaen-san.

And, that wasn't all.

Rather than the confiscation of her eye, which would surely be returned to her when things calmed down, I would say this was a much bigger "disposal" from my point of view.

"The order was given for her to withdraw from the Araragi household."

"Hmm. Hmmm. Hmmmm?"

"A restraining order was issued against me and Shinobu... And she was told to leave her current assignment immediately. In other words, this is the end of her long freeloading lifestyle."

It would be a lie if I said that I wouldn't miss her.

But she had stayed for longer than I'd expected... She started in February of this year, so about half a year?

It was another clever thing that Gaen-san was able to do. By punishing her, she was able to relieve her of her current duties... Instead of being sent to the penalty box, she was probably on her way to her next job. She probably couldn't keep such a talented shikigami by my side.

By my side, with no problems at all.

"I see... I'm glad she wasn't disposed of, but I wonder if the restraining order meant that Gaen-san realized the danger of keeping Ononoki-chan in the Araragi household, since she's an oddity that's easily influenced by her surroundings."

"She'd have known that all along. Since she's an onee-san that knows everything... Although you're making my house sound like a danger zone."

"But it is a danger zone, the Araragi household. It's full of land mines, and as land mine committee president, it's not something I can leave alone."

Were you actually called the land mine committee president?

As for me, I was optimistic that this meant that the probation period for Shinobu and me was finally over... But the commander's resources and strategy were yet unknown.

Her true intentions surely numbered three, or four... Or even a hundred or two hundred.

"And so, I gave Ononoki-chan a hug goodbye."

"You didn't really hug her, right?"

I didn't.

I didn't even get to say goodbye... Perhaps she inherited the personality of Oshino Meme, who wasn't good with goodbyes, but after explaining the situation, the corpse doll departed from the house, as if she were only taking a break to go and buy some ice cream. It wasn't like I wanted her to leave in a flashier way with "Unlimited Rulebook"—well, I didn't want Ononoki-chan to leave in the first place, flashy or otherwise.

But, it's fine.

It wasn't like we were saying goodbye for good.

In a hundred years, we'll bump into each other somewhere.

"Nevertheless, after being relieved of her duties, on top of losing one of her eyes, I'm sure Ononoki-chan will be tasked with something even tougher than living in the Araragi household... It's pretty rare to get an ending where nobody's happy."

"Too bad. I guess that unraveling the mysteries didn't serve as much of a distraction. But I didn't come back to Japan just to see you all depressed, Araragi-kun."

So, shall I bring you happiness?

Said Hanekawa with a roguish smile.

Like that of a cat.

"What a vicious joke. You can't just go and misunderstand our sense of distance now. Regardless of whether I was influenced by Ononoki-chan, if I were a land mine, I would've exploded. Should I let Hitagi know?"

"It's shocks me to hear that you're taking it as a joke. I'm a specialist in helping you, Araragi-kun, don't you know?"

"A specialist in helping me... What a crazy specialist. You're not my babysitter. Well, if you insist, then all right. I'll take advantage of your generosity and let you help me."

"Have you thought about it? After locking you in the cage, where could that flying blanket have gone?"

"Dunno... If it was just Associate Professor Iesumi that turned into an oddity, and the stuffed doll was just one of her thralls, then I imagine it would run out of time at some point and turn back into a blanket—on the other hand, if it were recreating what happened, then wouldn't it be in Switzerland by now? Like its mother, who came to Japan to escape from her mother."

"Or perhaps, she went to visit Iesumi-san in the police hospital, sleeping as though she were dead—"

"To strangle her?"

"—To drape over her chest like a blanket, as though it were a baby snuggling up against her mother."

"...Hanekawa, that's..."

It was the most untenable hypothesis she'd made today—it was untenable, as a hypothesis, and even as just an idea.

It was almost repulsive.

Who in the world could relate to such a forced and contrived "happily ever after"? If "there are no parents that don't love their children" were words that contained no love, then "parents are everything to children" were also words that contained no love. Even if it's a baby's instinct to cling to the mother—it seemed like a much healthier wrap-up to have the blanket slowly strangle her.

"There's no way. For people like us, who are far from being bedtime stories... Did we ever once see such a happy ending that was so meaningful?"

"That's exactly why it's about time something like this happened. If the simulation doesn't pursue ideals, then reality will only get worse, you know?"

I suppose so.

Associate Professor Iesumi had been thorough in her simulation of the reality she knew, which was why she'd failed in both her marriage and her child-raising. As long as you learn from reality, you can only bring forth reality... It was an endless cycle of reproduction.

Even if it wasn't there, even if she didn't want it, what she needed to have were ideals.

Even if it's run-of-the-mill to aim for the best and end up with the worst—if you don't aim for the best, you won't even reach the next best.

"But, even if you say that, it's too—"

"No, no, I'm being completely serious. I'd like to think that I'm contributing to a world like that. I want the Iie-chan doll to stop the negative cycle of abuse begetting abuse. I want it to be able to clearly say 'no' to this unacceptable reality. Just as Iesumi-san wished."

Despite being given the name for "helping", it's something I was unable to do[?]—said Hanekawa.

"Now, time for a multiple-choice question. Choose the one you think is the correct option, Araragi-kun,"

she said, as though she was recalling being my private tutor in high school.

"Choice A. While Hitagi-chan is away, secretly go on a date with me without any aftermath. Choice B. Go with me to visit Associate Professor Iesumi to check if the blanket is there. Now, which do you think is correct?"

"...I was wondering what you'd give me, but it seems the difficulty of this is C."

I'm saved.

With those two choices, there was no way I could get it wrong.

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《This story series is also on my AO3 acc @ Paoloca》

SUMMARY: The bachelors of Selphia conjure up a plan to decide who truly deserves the beautiful princess' heart...if Frey can only choose one of them, that is.

PAIRINGS: Frey x Vishnal, Frey x Kiel, Frey x Doug, Frey x Arthur, Frey x Dylas, Frey x Leon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please bear these in mind if you are uncomfortable and do NOT report!

NOTE: I have been an avid fan and lover of the Rune Factory series for a looong fooken time now and with RF 5 coming up (who else can't wait?!?!) along with my bursting inspiration, I decided to do something a lil special~ 💖

This story is actually one I wrote--or at least TRIED to write as I didn't finish it--many years ago on my old Wattpad acc (I have a new one now). As such, I'm taking the basic plotline from the original idea I had and simply making it a bit better especially now that I'm older + more mature (pfft yeah sure "mAtUrE" xD).

I sincerely and deeply love ALL of the amazing bachelors on RF 4 and as someone who absolutely ✨A D O R E S✨ reverse harems, I really *personally* don't think that Frey has to choose! And so, here's a naughty + sweet story that'll kinda just delve into my--and I'm sure others'--fantasy ;)

I hope ya lovelies will enjoy this story series and your wonderful support is always very much appreciated! 🥺💕💕 Also, feel free to fangirl/fanboy with me anytime~

P.S. Please forgive mah pathetic ass in advance if I ever portray any of the characters wrong, I promise to do my best!!

"The Princess' Harem"

Part 1: The Game

☆ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE TALENTED ARTIST☆

Summer 1, the dawn of a sweltering season. But most of all...

Beach Day!

Ah, yes, a most wonderful holiday to take a dip in the refreshing water and don the most attractive swimsuits that perfectly hugged one's form! And while it was understandable for the gentlemen to gawk and admire the lovely ladies, it seemed that all the bachelors of Selphia were completely ensnared by one warrior princess in particular...

Frey's tinkly laughter carried in the air as she happily swam around in the lake with the other girls. It was certainly a gorgeous day, yet none could quite rival the turquoise haired beauty's radiant smile.

"Haa... The princess is SO beautiful~" Vishnal sighed dreamily, his violet eyes turning into hearts.

"A goddess among mere mortals!" Kiel piped up cutely.

"You guys are so lame! But, uh... Y-Yeah, I agree, I guess." Doug conceded, face flushing as scarlet as his hair.

"I am a man, after all. Therefore, I must say I agree as well." Arthur cleared his throat, propping his glasses.

"You are all perverts..." Dylas grumbled, though he couldn't help but shyly sneak a peek at Frey.

"My, my~ You're such a bad liar, horsie. Calling us perverts when you, yourself, are one~" Leon chuckled, smirking.

"Who're ya calling horsie?!" Dylas snapped, but couldn't start an argument when all of them heard a splash and saw Frey emerge onto shore.

"Princess!" Vishnal beamed, not wasting a single second as he dashed towards her with a towel much like an excited puppy. "Are you done swimming?"

Frey gratefully took the towel, wiping her drenching body with it. "Yes, I am! And once I change into my clothes, I'm going to be checking the requests."

"You're ever so diligent, Frey. I truly admire that about you." Arthur smiled as he and the rest of the boys approached their beloved girlfriend. Arthur's glasses then flashed as the sun reflected on them, and he quickly grabbed that splendid opportunity for his gaze to drop and hyperfocus on Frey's nearly naked body. He barely managed to suppress it as he almost shamelessly licked his lips, fully taking in and very much appreciating her wet and fit physique.

"Oh, it's nothing! I'm only doing my duties." Frey giggled, embarrassed as her cheeks tinted pink. "But other than that, how come you guys aren't in your swimsuits? It's boiling!" She frowned worriedly.

"Why, is milady that eager to see me in all my glory?" Leon purred, standing in front of her in a flash. His teal eyes sparkled mischievously, as one of his hands reached forward to run his fingers through her long hair. "If you want to see me that badly, I'd rather 'perform' a private show for you tonight~"

Frey became as red as a ruby, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water. She tried to speak, but no words came out as she could only stare up with eyes as wide as dinner plates at an amused Leon who was enjoying this situation far too much.

"Oi, knock it off!" Dylas growled, wrapping a protective arm around Frey as he glared sharply at Leon. "She's gonna go fishing with me after she's done, anyways!"

"WHAT?! No fair, you can't hog her all to yourself! If you guys are going fishing then I'm going, too!" Doug huffed, snatching Frey away from Dylas.

"No way, you dumbass dwarf! You're not invited!"

"Well, I am now, you fucking nag!"

As the two handsome idiots bickered like an old married couple and fought over Frey, she could only release an exasperated sigh. Honestly, she loved them both, but there was really no use trying to talk any sense into them. The best anyone could do was just wait it out until they inevitably get tired.

But as Doug and Dylas were yanking Frey from one side to another like a ragdoll, they suddenly stopped. It seems that everyone else halted, too, and the air blew bitter cold. Frey, oblivious, could only raise a brow before she finally realized--or more like felt--what all the boys were staring at.

She looked down, Doug and Dylas' hands accidentally cupping each one of Frey's breasts. All of the boys were a thousand shades of crimson, and Vishnal even started to have a nosebleed.

"ACK! S-Sorry..!" Doug and Dylas exclaimed in unison, abruptly pulling their hands away as if they were burned.

"O-Oh, uh, it's f-fine..!" Frey stuttered, not being able to meet anyone's gaze. "I-It was just an accident, after all!"

"Are you sure you're alright, Frey?" Kiel asked, holding her hands into his gently as he studied her face in concern. "These lowlifes didn't hurt you, did they?" It was rare for Kiel to be angry let alone badmouthing anyone, but it was clear from his tone how upset he was. Honestly, Doug and Dylas were a little scared...

"Y-Yes, I'm alright!" Frey nodded vigorously, smiling brightly. "Seriously, guys, don't worry about me! I'll see you all later, okay?" She hurriedly gave each one of them a chaste peck on the cheek before making her way back to the castle.

"So..." Leon began, a fake smile plastered on his lips as his eyes held no emotion. "I wonder who the true perverts are now?"

"H-Hey, it was an accident! Besides, it's all this moron's fault!" Dylas retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Doug.

"MY fault?! If you just invited me in the first place, none of this would've happened!" Doug shouted furiously.

"You guys...touched...the princess' b-b-breasts..." Vishnal muttered, totally lost in his own world as he was slowly deteriorating from existence.

"Oh, my..." Arthur let out a heavy exhale. "I'm sure you two already know this, but as soon as Frey is done with her tasks then you both must apologize to her again. Accident or not, it is completely unacceptable for a man to touch a woman without her consent."

"Hey, y'know, I've been wondering..." Kiel cut in. "Do you guys ever think if Frey is just being strung along by us?"

"What do you mean?" Doug frowned.

"Like, didn't we confess to Frey at different times? And at every confession, she rejected all of us. And later on, it was only then we found out that we all shared the same feelings for her."

"So, what's your point?" Dylas pressed.

Kiel sighed, staring pointedly at the taller man. "Don't you find it a bit weird that now, we're all in a relationship with her? I know that being in a polyamorous relationship with Frey was something we all consented on from the very beginning, but why the sudden change of heart?"

"Isn't it obvious? Being in a polyamorous relationship means that Frey likes all of us at the same time, which is fine. Maybe she was just too shy at first to admit it." Leon shrugged.

"That may be true, or...what if she's only with us out of pity?" A wave of realization washed through everyone, and a certain pang of sadness settled in their hearts. "Frey is such a nice person, it's possible she only agreed to be with us since she felt bad for rejecting us. And now, she doesn't know how to break up with us for fear of hurting us even more."

"There's also one other possibility..." Arthur spoke up. "What if she actually likes one of us, but can't exclusively date that person?"

Dead silence. Only the faint sounds of the lake thrashing and birds chirping, before Vishnal was the one who first woke up back to reality.

"So... What are we supposed to do?" He questioned softly. "I feel so terrible... If what you're saying is true, then I don't want to continue on like this. I love Frey, but I can't ever bear the thought of hurting her!"

"How about a game?" Leon suggested.

"Now's really not the time, foxy." Doug rolled his eyes.

"No, no. You've misunderstood." Leon shook his head. "I'm talking about a game to see who Frey truly likes or doesn't like. And that way, we won't have to be hurting her and suffering like this anymore."

"Hmm... An interesting proposition." Arthur hummed thoughtfully. "I don't quite like referring to this as a 'game', but colour me intrigued. What's your idea, then?"

"Alright. So, we each get one whole day to spend with Frey. Completely alone, and no one is allowed to bother anyone else. As long as Frey is okay with it, then we can do whatever we want with her. Going on dates, exploring...you get the idea. Finally, by the end of the week, we'll all ask her how she feels and who she had the most fun with. Her answer will then determine what will happen afterwards."

"Hmph. Okay, that sounds good." Dylas nodded, agreeing for once. "How can we settle who goes first and last, though?"

"I think it would only be fair if we go in the order that Frey met us. So it's Vishnal, me, Doug, Arthur, Dylas, and then Leon." Kiel offered.

"All in favour?" Arthur asked, and everyone collectively voiced out their approval. "Good. It's settled, then. May the best man win!"

"Speaking of, I forgot that the castle is undergoing construction! So please excuse me, I'll have to get going now!" Vishnal grinned, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"Wait... I just visited Ventuswill earlier with Granny Blossom." Doug furrowed his brows before gasping. "That bastard..! He went to go have a headstart with Frey!" He immediately chased after the conniving butler, but not before his shoulder got bumped hard by Dylas.

"If anyone's gonna get a headstart, it's me!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, HORSIE!"

Arthur sighed deeply, rubbing his temples stressfully as Kiel only chuckled sheepishly. Leon simply watched the scene, his fan hiding his smirk.

'There is a saying: Save the best for last~' Leon thought satisfyingly to himself.

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twistedlymad · 4 years ago

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So let’s assume that the MC finally finds a way to back to their world during the ending of the game. Do you think all the characters are going to be sad that the MC is leaving? Especially Grim, Ace, and Deuce?

Hmm, to be honest, I personally think they would be, but at the same time, they knew it had to happen eventually. (P. S, Rant/Angst alert :') )

You see, even though MC/You has no magic powers whatsoever, it truly astonished and surprised everyone when MC/You were able to support and help multiple dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders (depending on who gets overblotted in Chapter 4) to overcome their overblottings AND they manage to survive it as well.

First, we'll talk about dorm leaders, vice dorm leaders and upperclassmen.

We all know overblotting could lead to death, as stated by Crowley and it was proven in the Prologue where we had to fight a giant ink monster with no 'physical body' or 'host'.

So, just imagine, if you were a dorm leader/vice dorm leader and you ended up overblotting. If MC/You weren't there, the chance of you actually dying increased a lot in my opinion.

But, because MC/You was able to stop you your overblotting in time, you had managed to survive. Or to put it in a more simple way, you are still alive thanks to MC/You. (I'm going to start referring MC/You as you, the player or the reader who is reading this from here onwards.) I highly believe that the dorm leaders, vice dorm leaders and upperclassmen look at you in a new light. I also believe that they would have a 'Just because you don' t have powers, doesn't mean you're useless' kind of thought implanted in their minds.

So, what if you went home? At first, they wouldn't have felt any sort of change, after all, their first years at NRC didn't have you right? Of course as time goes by, they'll be devastated, BUT, at the same time they would wish or even want you to stay. Why? Because in my opinion, they have the fear of overblotting again. If you went home, who knows what would happen? Not everyone can be saved twice.

So yeah, I believe the dorm leaders, the vice dorm leaders and upperclassmen would try their best to have you stay at Twisted Wonderland instead of going back home. But if you do end up going home, well, let's just say that their moods will be affected greatly, and because they fear they would overblot again, the chances of them overblotting again would increase because of how much stress they put onto themselves.

Now, let's talk about the first year gang. I am obliged to tell you to prepare yourself as this... is some angsty stuff I guess?

Now, the first years wouldn't feel any changes for the first few days or even weeks. Their friend had to go home, they understood and respected that. They knew that you didn't belong in their world at all! They knew how happy you were when you went home, they saw the smile you had on your face and the tears that flowed out through your eyes when Crowley told you of the news, and they were happy for you as well! Giving you high-fives and hugs, you all celebrated your return to your home.

So, why are they feeling so empty now?

Well, maybe it's because, you had a huge impact in their lives. I mean, almost if not all of the first year gang's time at Night Raven College was spent with you.

All the goofs, the laughter, the jokes, the pranks, the games, the fun. They were all spent with you. They had developed a certain liking or affection towards you. They saw you as a true friend, and they cherished their moments with you.

But, now, whenever they get together or hang out, it wouldn't be the same as you weren't there anymore. You didn't add your two cents whenever one of them cracked a joke or made fun of something.

It just... It just wasn't the same.

I do believe that they will try and get you back, especially Ace, Deuce and Grim. These 3 lovable goofballs were your very first friends at NRC after all, they went through so much with you. From breaking free from contracts, trying to join Magift competitions and trying to reason with their dorm leader to actually helping you in stopping an overblotting dorm leader. Yeah, I'd say they went through everything with you. And they'd do anything to get you back for they missed you oh so dearly.

And even though you had went home, they will try and try without giving up, just to get you back and feel happy again.

If you have read my fic 'It's Time We Go Home', you'd see that the first years would literally GO into your world and try to get you back.

Yes, I believe they're that desperate to get you back. But then again, this is just my opinion :)

Well, this was fun! I didn't expect for me to burst into tears first thing in the morning 😂😂

But I do hope this answers your question Anon! I am terribly sorry for making you read such a long answer and may or may not have tears flowing out of your eyes. Thanks for asking though! I really love these kinds of questions, they really make us anticipate the ending of the game. Even though I wish the game would never end.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #grim #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #anon asks

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 4 years ago

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Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 5

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Prefect Meeting Room]

Marcia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!

Rosa: … Hey, hey, you’re kinda going overboard with the whole surprised reaction, you know? We’re already way past that.

Marcia: Haaaaaa? Don’t treat this like it’s just an everyday occurrence!

Rosa: Huh? But shouldn’t you be happy?

Marcia: Ha?! What’s there to be happy about?! Can’t you sense the situation here?

Rosa: Grr! I can! I totally can! That’s why I thought you’d be ecstatic to have all your problems solved like this! Isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for?! That ‘rich overnight’ type of success story?!

Marcia: YOU IDIOT!

Rosa: ?!?!

Marcia: Stuff like that doesn’t exist in reality! If something is too good to be true, then it definitely is! Don’t just take it for granted that things will work out so easily!

Rosa: E-Eh? What’s with this speech?! Since when did you have such a strong moral code?!

Marcia: It’s just common sense, Rosalia. Money that’s not earned through hard work will just trickle down between your fingers.

Rosa: Th-That was surprisingly cool coming from someone like you… It’s kinda scary seeing you like this.

Marcia: These things aren’t matters to laugh at. If I don’t take them seriously the old man will get disappointed in me.

Rosa: Marcia…

Marcia: That’s why, under no circumstances, can I just throw everything I’ve worked on to get married to this guy!

......

Besides he’s totally not my type, anyway.

Rosa: What’s with these standards all of a sudden?!

Marcia: Sorry~ I just don’t go for guys that look this silly~ I want a super cool looking husband that’s also filthy rich~

Rosa: Haaaaaaa?! Then what was with that speech just now?! Make up your mind already!

Marcia: Hehehe~

Blanche: Goodness gracious. This has gone on for long enough.

June: Tch. Fuckin’ headache.

Diana: …

Cass: U-Um, in that case, you wi-will not take Mister Djinn’s offer, Miss Py-Pyroeis?

Marcia: No way, no way! Hahahahahaha! It sounds super troublesome, you know?

Vita: What a shame. To think that you would willingly discard your golden goose just like this. My expectations were surpassed. Fufufu~

Marcia: … You still sound like you’re looking down on me, heh… In any case! That’s how things stand. So as you can see, I’m gonna have to turn you down. I mean I’m flattered and all that, but our timing just isn’t right~

Rosa: Geh, what’s with that obviously fake line? And turning him down in front of everybody…

Diana: These sort of things should be blunt.

Rosa: I-I guess, but you know…

Djinn: Ah, so that’s how it is?

Blanche: … He’s taking it surprisingly well.

Cass: Se-Seems like he’s an u-understanding person. Ho-How fortunate!

Marcia: Yeah, yeah. So sorry again~

Djinn: …

Marcia: Ah, but don’t look glum! I’m sure you’ll find someone who’s just your type~ Just keep looking! The world’s your oyster!

Djinn: … Hm.

Marcia: …

Djinn: …

Marcia: Um, i-in any case! Since you won’t be fulfilling any wishes, guess you can go back to your lamp now! Ah, don’t worry! Our dorm will take super good care of it and won’t be bothering you or anything.

Djinn: …

Marcia: … Ah? Uh?

Djinn: …

Rosa: … Hey, he’s still here… What’s up with that?

Cass: Ma-Maybe he needs help returning to his lamp?

Marcia: O-Oh! Hahahaha! Why didn’t you say that, man? Don’t be shy to ask for help! Here, here! As your kind master I’ll help you get back in the lamp and-

Djinn: … Actually.

Marcia: Ye-Yeah?! What’s wrong?

Djinn: That won’t be happening.

Marcia: E-Eh?! What do you mean?!

Djinn: Well, getting back there, is kinda, you know…

Marcia: Ye-Yeah?

Djinn: A huge hassle~

Marcia: … Huh?

Djinn: It’s~ sooooo~ lame~

Rosa: Geh! He’s just lounging on the table like it’s a sofa!

Blanche: It’s not as if he was much of a charming figure before, but…

Cass: Hi-His whole personality to-took a sudden shift…

Agatha: … Annoying.

Marcia: La-Lame? I mean, I guess I understand, but still… Didn’t you say the place is great?

Djinn: Ah, that… I was lying.

Marcia: Huh?!

Djinn: Yeah, it’s kinda small and cramped. Not to mention super dark. Can barely see anything in there.

Marcia: A-Ah…

Djinn: And it’s super lonely too~ Playing mancala against yourself is super depressing. Especially since I can barely see the board in the first place.

Rosa: … This guy’s life sounds sadder the more I hear about it.

Djinn: Haaa, I guess you’re right on that part, fluffy hair.

Rosa: Flu-Fluffy hair?!

Agatha: GYAHAHAHAHAHA.

Rosa: Do-Don’t laugh so loudly! It wasn’t even that funny!

Djinn: See~ That’s what I’m talking about! I want somebody to banter with and have fun. I’m super jealous of you guys~ Aaah, to be able to enjoy the world so freely~

Blanche: … He’s deeply misread the situation.

Diana: Mm.

Djinn: That’s why~ I’m looking for a wife~

Cass: He’s ju-just lonely in the end…

Rosa: Hmm, I guess we can’t fault him for this, huh? Alright, Marcia!

Marcia: Huh?

Rosa: Just go with him!

Marcia: HAAAAA?! NO WAY!

Rosa: But I feel super bad for him! Didn’t you just hear how pathetic he is? You’d be doing him a service!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Morgainne! We can’t sa-sacrifice Miss Pyroeis li-like this!

Rosa: Eh? But didn’t you get that weird pitying sensation in your stomach when you heard him talk? Isn’t Marcia going with him the nice thing to do in this situation?

Cass: Um… I-I-I…

Vita: It would certainly solve this little issue~ I for one wish to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials my dear magpie~

Marcia: He-Hey! Don’t marry me off, just yet!

Agatha: Hehehehehehehe… How… nice… you… get… to… be… a… March… bride…

Marcia: Nooooo! Listen to me!

Diana: Agatha. You’re wrong.

Marcia: Diana! You’re coming to my rescue?! I will worship the ground you walk on-

Diana: It’s June a bride should aim for.

Marcia: IS THAT REALLY THE PART YOU SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT?! HAAAAAAAAAA?!

June: STOP YER YAPPIN’, DAMN IT!

Marcia: AAAAAAAAH! YOU MONSTERS! YOU’RE CASTING ME AWAY JUST LIKE THAT?! I’LL HAUNT YOU! I’LL SERIOUSLY HAUNT YOU ALL!

Vita: Oh~ What a delightful concept~ Is it not so, my dear Agatha?

Agatha: Hehehehehehe… seeing… the… chowder’s… agonized… face… would… be… fun… ehehehehehehehe

Marcia: HEARTLESS! ALL OF YOU! ABSOLUTELY HEARTLESS!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!! Please!! Do-Don’t lie on the floor like this!

Marcia: AAAAAH, I DON’T CARE ANYMORE! YOU MONSTERS CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!

Blanche: …. Djinn.

Djinn: Hm?

Blanche: I would like to make a request of you.

Djinn: Ha, didn’t you hear me, bunny? Wish granting ain’t happening here today-

Blanche: No, that is not what I’m referring to.

Djinn: Hm?

Blanche: As you can already see Marcia has no intention of following through with this arrangement. Forcing her against her will would only result in a miserable affair. This is why I believe it would be best for everybody to be done with this and move on. Don’t you agree?

Marcia: Blanche… BLANCHEEEEEEE!

Blanche: Do-Don’t cling to me like this! It is unpleasant!

Marcia: But!! I didn’t think you’d come to my defense like this! You’re an angel! A goddess! I’m eternally grateful to you!! My children will know of your-

Blanche: I understand already! So please, stop this right now!

Marcia: Blancheeeeeeeee!

Rosa: I-I guess Blanche is right after all. Forcing somebody to marry against their will is just…

Marcia: That should be common sense in the first place!! Seriously, why is your head screwed on backwards, Rosalia?!

Rosa: Huuuuuh?! Are you seriously calling me dumb right now, when I’m agreeing with you?!

Marcia: Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you almost sold me out! My only ally here is Blanche!

Cass: We-We’ve truly done something unforgivable…

June: Yer too harsh on yerself, Cass.

Marcia: And you’re not even trying to act compassionate at all!

June: HAAAA? WHAT WAS ‘HAT?

Marcia: Blegh!

June: I’MMA RIP ‘HAT TONGUE OUT RIGHT NOW, YA LIL’-

Blanche: I-In any case, I believe it has been made clear to you why I’m making this request.

Djinn: ................

Blanche: ...................

Djinn: … Gotcha.

Rosa: That was easy! That was way too easy!

Djinn: But… no can do on that one either, bunny.

Rosa: I KNEW IT

Blanche: ... Excuse me?

Djinn: As I told you girlie, sitting in that lamp is mind-numbingly boring and I don’t wanna do it anymore!

Rosa: That’s exactly what a brat would say!!

Agatha: That’s… ironic… coming… from… you… hehehe

Djinn: So given the situation, there is only one solution~

Marcia: Eh, what do you meAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[BOOM, CRASH]

Rosa: Wh-What’s with this wind current?! It’s like we’re sucked in!!

Blanche: It’s from the lamp! Take a good look at it!

[BOOM, CRASH]

Djinn: That’s right, that’s right~ We’re gonna settle this inside the lamp~

Marcia: I DON’T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Rosa: OUCH! HEY! DON”T PULL ON MY HAIR LIKE THAT! WH-WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!

Marcia: THIS IS PAYBACK FOR BEFOREEEEEEE-

Rosa: EEEEEH?! YOU’RE DRAGGING ME DOWN WITH YOU?! HOW MUCH OF A VILLAIN CAN YOU BE?! LE-LET GOOOOOOO-

Cass: Mi-Miss Morgainne!

June: CASS! SHIT!

Blanche: Himalia-senpai, your grip’s too strong!

Diana: ....

Agatha: Let… go… you… dumb… land… animal… Big… Big… Sis… !

Vita: My~ I shudder to think what a wondrous adventure awaits us all~ Fufufu~

Marcia/Rosa: THIS IS THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORST-

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#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanschool #twisute #twist #twisute oc #twist oc #rosalia morgainne #blanche dion #marcia pyroeis #june himalia #diana arrow #cassandra delphinne #agatha voisin #vita dies #wna event #djinn's bride

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ryqoshay · 4 years ago

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Tri-Arame: Little Love Bite

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Words: ~1.4k Rating: T with implied off-screen M activities Time Frame: First year of college? Maybe second? Dunno yet Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: I was actually in the middle of writing a YohaRiko scene, but I opened the wrong file, saw one of the titles I’d planned for TA and ended up writing this for it.

Also, I realize I may not make it all that clear within the scene itself, but the trio is currently living in neighboring dorm rooms. Ayumu’s is in the middle and the three spend the bulk of their time there.

Setsuna opened her eyes and was immediately aware of something being different from when she had closed them. Specifically, it was not as warm on one side of her. Then, movement on that side of the mattress caught her attention.

“Ayumu-san?”

“Oh, sorry, Setsuna-chan” the redhead apologized, turning from where she had just stood up from the bed “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s fi…” The raven-haired girl was interrupted by a yawn. She glanced over at the clock. “I should be getting up anyway so I can get ready for class.” She was about to follow Ayumu when she found herself stopped by an arm draped across her waist.

Yuu murmured something unintelligible from Setsuna’s other side before tightening her embrace. Setsuna looked up at to see a smiling Ayumu failing to hold back a giggle.

“Here, let me help you with her.” Ayumu leaned down and started gently removing Yuu’s arm. “You two are so clingy when you sleep.”

It took a moment before the words registered in Setsuna’s mind. “Two? Both of us?”

Ayumu giggled again. “Yup. It’s quite endearing. There, you should be good now.”

Setsuna shoved down her embarrassment before ducking under the standing girl’s arm and crawling to the side of the bed. “Thank you.” She said standing up and turning toward the other girl. “Ayu…?” She was cut off as fingers alighted upon her cheek to guide her into a kiss.

“Good morning, Setsuna-chan.” Ayumu said with a smile as she pulled away.

“G-Good mo-morning, Ayumu-san…” Setsuna stumbled through her reply. She wasn’t quite used to this new morning routine, but she wasn’t complaining.

“Anything in particular you want for breakfast?”

“I’m sure whatever you make will be fine, as always. Do I have enough time to head downstairs and hop on an elliptical for a bit?”

“I’ll probably be ready in about a half hour, is that enough?”

Setsuna nodded. “That should be fine.” She headed for the door. “See you two in a bit.”

Setsuna walked the few meters down the hall to her own room. Once inside, she removed her sleepwear and folded the garments neatly to wear them again later. Next, she made her way to her dresser to retrieve her workout clothes. However, in doing so, something in the mirror caught her eye.

What the heck?

She stared in disbelief for a few moments, feelings of embarrassment rising. She turned and was about to march back to Ayumu’s room before remembering her state of undress. With even more awkward emotions, she hastily donned a different outfit than she had intended and exited her room.

“Ayumu-san!” Setsuna said as soon as she opened the door.

Ayumu jumped a bit at the unexpected entry but turned away from her food preparations with a smile anyway. “You’re back already?” She inquired.

“What is this?” Setsuna fired back, pulling her collar aside to reveal a purple mark near the base of her neck. “And this?” She pulled farther to show a red one on her clavicle.

“Oh, uhm… looks like a hickey and… a bite mark.” Ayumu replied as pink began to dust her cheeks.

“I know what they are.” Setsuna shook her head in frustration. “But… why?”

“She didn’t leave those.” A voice said from beside the two girls.

“Kyaa!” Ayumu and Setsuna cried in unison, not having expected the other occupant in the room to be awake yet.

Yuu laughed at her girlfriends’ reactions. “Anyway, as I was saying, those are mine, Setsuna-chan. Ayumu’s are a bit lower…” She started to reach out as though to indicate the mentioned location.

“Yuu-chan!” Ayumu protested while Setsuna gently pushed the hand away.

“What? You both tagged me a couple times too.” The green-tipped girl pulled up the hem of her sleepshirt up to prove her point. “This one’s actually a bit tender.” She poked at one and giggled before pulling her shirt back down. “And Ayumu, you will probably find a few as well, though probably not as many as Setsuna-chan.” She grinned. “We may have gone a bit overboard last night… Sorry.” She didn’t look or sound anywhere near apologetic.

Setsuna wished the heat would dissipate from her face as a few scenes replayed in her mind. “Well… uhm… I guess maybe it’s fine since I don’t have a photoshoot today. But…”

“I can help you hide them with makeup if you want.” Ayumu offered.

“Thanks, I think I’ll be fine today if I wear the right outfit. It’s next week I’m worried about…”

“And I can look up how to treat them if you want.” Yuu also offered before leaning in for a closer inspection. “Though I think ones like those should only last a few days.”

“Alright.” Setsuna nodded.

“But I don’t really see the big deal.” Yuu shrugged as she stood back up. “I mean, I get the photoshoot next week, but other than that, why bother hiding them?”

“Because they’re embarrassing.” Ayumu tried to explain.

“They are? I figured they’re like a testament to how much we missed seeing each other while Setsuna was out on tour over the weekend. Anyway, I can feel the ones on my waist, but do I have any on my neck?” She pulled at her collar so the other two could see. “If I remember correctly, there might be one from Setsuna-chan around here.” She circled a general area. “And at least two from Ayumu around here.”

“Yes, they’re all there.” Setsuna confirmed.

Yuu chuckled. “Great. That’s awesome.”

Ayumu blinked. “Awesome? Are you… really not going to hide them, Yuu-chan?”

“I dunno, maybe. I mean everyone already knows we’re dating.”

“Yes, but that’s why they’re embarrassing.”

“Hrm…”

If Setsuna was being honest, she was starting to understand a little bit where Yuu was coming from. Her own initial embarrassment was fading and if the marks healed or could be covered when needed, there were no other major reasons to worry about them, right? So in the meantime, would it be all that wrong to wear them as tiny, temporary trophies of her girlfriends’ feelings for her?

“Alright,” Yuu said after a moment “I won’t run around campus in a swimsuit, showing them off to everyone. I do still see them as mementos of your feelings, but I guess I can just enjoy them as much in private. I think I brought some higher collared shirts with me here, so I’ll look for one of those in a bit. But you know we do have our first game session this weekend and I can’t say I see a reason to hide them from our friends.”

“Ai-chan will probably tease us…” Ayumu sighed.

Yuu chuckled. “Yeah, but Ai-chan likes to tease those close to her. And besides, I’m pretty sure I tease you two more than she does.”

“Yeah, you do…”

“And it’s your fault for being so cute with your reactions.”

As expected, Ayumu pouted adorably which earned a broad smile from Yuu. Setsuna couldn’t help a smile of her own as she watched the same routine play out as it always did.

“So, we’re good then?” Yuu asked. It was something she had been doing more recently since the trio had started dating, apparently not wanting to continue assuming as she had before.

Ayumu nodded.

“Yeah.” Setsuna agreed. “Sorry if I seemed upset with you, Ayumu-san.”

Ayumu shook her head. “It’s alright, I was embarrassed as well; still am a little.”

“Because you left more marks than Setsuna-chan and I combined?” Yuu asked.

“Yuu-chan…”

“Anyway, I’m going to head downstairs now.” Setsuna decided before turning.

“See you in a bit, Setsuna-chan.” Yuu replied. “Ne, Ayumu, want help with breakfast?”

“Hmm…” Ayumu considered. “If we finish too quickly, Setsuna-chan won’t have enough time to get in her morning workout. Why don’t you take dinner tonight?”

“Alright.” Yuu agreed. “Setsuan-chan, mind if I join you instead?”

“Sure,” Setsuna paused by the door “though you may want to wear something different.”

“Right, give me one sec.” Yuu quickly pulled off her pajama top as she searched for a different outfit. “Oops, looks like you two missed a spot.” She pointed to her belly. “Guess you’ll have to make up for that tonight.”

“We can’t add anymore, Yuu-chan.” Ayumu said from where she was resuming her food preparations. “Setsuna-chan has a photoshoot soon.”

“Well then we’ll just have to make up for it after.” Yuu finished dressing and jaunted over.

Setsuna was fairly sure the shorts Yuu was wearing were actually Ayumu’s, but the redhead wasn’t complaining, so there was no need for her to bring it up.

“Maybe. We’ll see.” Setsuna offered a wink and smile as she and Yuu headed into the hallway.

Author’s Note Continued in Followup Post

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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m0etenchandon · 5 years ago

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Inexperienced (Reader x Roger Taylor smut)

Pairing: Female Reader x Roger Taylor (or Ben!Roger, you choose) Summary: You haven´t had the best experience when it comes to sex, if a drunken quickie in a bathroom even counts as experience. When you tell him, Roger wants to show you how good sex can be. Cue fluffy sex Warnings: SMUT (18+!), fluff, inexperienced reader, oral, fingering, blowjobs, protected-sex A/N: This was highly requested, so here it is. Also, it´s really long I don´t know what got into me. Thanks for reading! Feedback appreciated. Wordcount: 6 K woops

Shoutout to @blamerogertaylor for sending me this beautiful picture<3

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The sexual tension laced the air as you walked home from your fifth date with Roger, your fingers intertwined with his. You hadn´t, like your friends kept saying, “put out” yet. Roger was being a gentleman about it, not pushing you further than you were comfortable with, but you could tell it was getting to him. His hugs lingering a little bit longer, his hands wandering closer to your ass. You were lying if you said it didn´t affect you too, the way he would kiss you after each date leaving your knees weak and the air punched out of your lungs.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, Roger asked, tugging at your hand to get your attention. His features looked so soft in the street lights, enhancing his blonde locks. You sent him a soft smile, leaning into his shoulder as you kept on walking.

“It´s nothing, Roger”, you said, looking up at him. “Thank you for walking me home”

“Of course, it´s the least I could do”, he said, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. The action sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“The least you could do? You invited me out and paid for our meal. If anything, I´m the one who owe you”, you said, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“I can think of a few things you could do to re-pay me”, Roger smirked. He leant down to press his lips against your head, but you felt your entire body tense up. You were dreading the day he would bring up the fact that you hadn´t had sex yet. You wanted to of course, the man was sex on legs. But he was this experienced rock star, and it intimidated you to be honest. You weren´t a virgin per se, but your first sexual encounter was a drunken quickie in a bathroom. The guy did not know what he was doing, nothing compared to what you could do to yourself, and it did not feel good at all. It threw you off sex, well at least until you met Roger.

“Shit Y/N, I´m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”, he said, when he saw the expression on your face. Panic flooded his features as he stopped walking and put both his warm hands on your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“It´s fine”, you mumbled, the corners of your mouth barely forming a smile.

“Are you sure?”, Roger asked, letting his fingers dance along your skin. It tickled, making a giggle erupt from your throat. You leant into his touch to get him to stop, placing a kiss on his hand. Really, you couldn´t blame him for getting inpatient.

“Okay, but just for the record, I don´t care if I have to wait until we´re married to have sex. If you don´t want to, then we won´t do it”, he said as he started walking again, effectively pulling you with him.

“Roger, that´s really cute of you”, you giggled, feeling like yourself again at the lift in tension. “But I don´t want to wait until I´m married, it´s just that I´m – uhm- not that experienced, and I know that you are and it kind of intimidates me”

“Hey, I don´t care if you´re a virgin or if you have slept with 100 guys. What matters is that you´re with me now. And besides, having experience just means that I can make it good for you”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his words, pressing your forehead against his arm as you let out a nervous laugh.

“I´m not a virgin, Roger. I just, I don´t know, sex has never felt good and I don´t know what I´m doing wrong”

“I´d be more than willing to help you out, trust me. But, like I said, we´ll wait until you want to”, he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “No rush”

The rest of the walk back to your flat was silent, both of you just enjoying each other´s company. It wasn´t awkward at all actually, you felt completely comfortable in his presence after addressing the elephant in the room.

“Soo, this is me”, you said as you reached your flat. The two of you had gotten here several times now, Roger always insisting of walking you all the way to your door.

“I know”, Roger said, smiling as he placed his hands on your waist. He pulled your closer to his body, leaning down to connect your lips. The action never failed to make the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, but this time was different somehow. He pressed his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth. A moan left your throat as he deepened the kiss, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck. Roger pulled back, his breath suddenly uneven.

“Mmm, more”, you mumbled, pressing your lips against his again. You could feel Roger smirking into the kiss, his hands slowly sliding down your body. Normally, you would stop him, but there was something about the mood in the air. How his body pressed against yours, that pressure on your thigh. You moved your hips against his, earning a moan from the man in front of you. Oh. He was hard already.

You felt blood rush to your face, your lips leaving his as you looked away shyly. You couldn´t stop the giggle that left your mouth, feeling oddly proud. A tingle starting in your lower stomach. You had made Roger Taylor hard from just kissing.

“Sorry about that”, Roger mumbled, a deep red flush covering his cheeks. You hummed, pressing your lips against his again momentarily. He rested his forehead against yours, his erection poking into your thigh. A rush of excitement rushed to rest between your legs, a feeling you had never gotten from a guy before. At least not to this extent. You were turned on, wanting Roger to do something about it. Maybe he actually could make sex feel good for once?

“It´s alright. I´m flattered, Roger”, you said, watching as he flushed even deeper. “Do you want to come in?”

Your own words caught you by surprise as you were never really the one to initiate things. Not that you directly asked him to fuck you, but it was clear that it was your intention none the less. Eager to explore the tingle in your nether regions.

“W-what, really?”, Roger asked, eyeing your expression for any sign of doubt. You smiled, sure that this is exactly what you wanted.

“If you want to”, you said sweetly, looking up at him through your lashes. The sight made Roger almost melt into a puddle, desperately nodding his head. “Good”

“Your apartment is really cute”, Roger said as he walked around. He studied the pictures on the walls. The ones with your friends and family. You had a cork board that held them all, and he smiled when he saw the picture you had taken on your second date. The one of him and you looking out onto the Thames. You had been mortified when he asked a random stranger to take one for you, but now in hindsight you were really glad. It had quickly become your favorite picture on the board.

You walked up to Roger, placing your head against his shoulder and snaking your hands around his waist.

“You kept it?”, he asked, playing with the edge of the polaroid.

“Of course I did”, you giggled, pressing your lips against his shoulder-blade. Roger turned around in your grasp, a grin plastered on his face. “It´s my favorite”

“You´re my favorite”, he muttered, leaning down to kiss you.

“Didn´t know you were such a sap, Roger”, you giggled as he pulled back, causing him to roll his eyes. A blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“I don´t know what´s gotten into me really. You´ve made me weak”

“Hmm, I like it”, you teased, pulling him down onto your lips again. Roger placed his hands on your waist as you slid yours around his neck. The kiss immediately grew heated as he pressed his tongue past your lips. It was like he had this new driving force behind his movements and it made your panties grow damper by the second.

You whimpered into the kiss as you felt Roger´s hard-on brush against your clothed thigh, suddenly feeling way too hot, like you were wearing way too many clothes. He was too. You reached out to start to unbutton Roger´s shirt.

“Wait, are you absolutely sure you want to”, Roger asked, stopping your hands by grasping them in his.

“Do you want to?”

“I asked you first”

“I asked you second”, you said, grinning up at Roger. He squinted his eyes, his features all of a sudden dead serious.

“Y/N..”, he warned. Roger reached up to cup your cheek with one of his hands, looking you deeply into your eyes. It nearly took your breath away. How close he was, how beautiful he was. And he was yours, if you wanted him.

“I really do, Roger. I want you to show me”, you said, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. “Make me feel good”

Roger drew in a harsh breath before sliding his hands down your torso, pulling you closer by your waist. He pressed his lips against yours in an almost feverish way. You deepened the kiss immediately, desperate to explore the dull throb in your panties.

You finished unbuttoning Roger´s shirt as the kiss grew sloppy. You slid your hands up his chest to his shoulders, feeling him shudder under your touch. The shirt fell to the ground as you slid it down his toned arms.

Roger´s lips left yours, following the curve of your jaw before working his way down your neck. He nipped lightly on the skin, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses along the light marks he made. As he reached the spot just under your ear, you arched into his touch. Roger smirked against your skin.

“There it is”, he muttered smugly, sliding his tongue over the spot.

You felt like your skin was on fire under his touch, not knowing what to do with your hands anymore. Deciding on sliding them down his chest, you felt him tense under your touch. He bit down on your neck as you inched closer to his pants. You drew your finger over his soft stomach, down the trail of hair leading way to his hard cock. Suddenly eager to feel him, all of him, you started working on his belt. You fumbled with the buckle, a desperate whine leaving your throat.

Roger hummed, reaching down to help you. He quickly un-did it before focusing his attention on your neck again. You felt hot all over, your blood boiling in anticipation. Roger was too close but not close enough at the same time. You wanted him, and you wanted him right now. Your cunt twitched uncontrollably as he slid his hands under your shirt, your skin tingling under his touch.

“Roger”, you whined, pulling at his jeans. You managed to get them open and started pulling them down his legs. His cock was straining against his boxers as your hand brushed against it, making Roger buck into your touch.

“W-Wait, Y/N. I´m meant to make you feel good”, he said, grabbing your hands as you finished removing his jeans. “Let´s go to your bedroom, okay?”

You bit down on your lip and nodded, pulling him with you towards your room. Roger took it all in once you opened the door. Somehow it represented you perfectly. The colors, the décor, everything screamed Y/N. A dopey smile crept onto his face, making you raise your eyebrows in question.

“What?”, you asked, walking towards the bed located in the middle of the room.

“Your room is so cute, Y/N. Just like you”, Roger said.

You rolled your eyes, feeling warmth creep up to your cheeks. Roger just walked around the room, taking in every little detail, and you were starting to grow impatient.

“Can we get on with it?”, you asked, biting down on your lip as he snapped his head towards you. Roger arched an eyebrow in question, but started making his way over to you nonetheless. He snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you close. You gasped when you felt his erection poke into your lower stomach, a feeling you were sure you would never get tired of.

“Someone´s eager”, he muttered, leaning down to connect your lips in a quick kiss. “But I´m not hard to sway, love”

Roger slid his hands over your hips, down your thighs to play with the hem of your dress.

“For starters, you´re wearing way too much clothes”, he said, tugging at the fabric.

“You should do something about that then”, you teased, turning around and throwing your hair over your shoulder so he had access to the zipper of the dress. Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour as he started pulling it down your back. With each inch of skin that was revealed, Roger pressed a soft kiss to it. Your skin buzzing under his touch.

The dress fell to the floor as he unzipped it all the way to your bum. You stepped out of it and turned around. Roger drew in a harsh breath when he took in your almost naked body for the first time. His eyes raked all over your body. Over your lacy panties that you had put on just in case, and the matching bra to go with it. You didn´t feel exposed like you normally would, you felt empowered. Roger´s eyes were filled with admiration and lust as they met yours, making your heart do a little flip in your chest.

“Bloody hell you´re absolutely breath-taking, Y/N”, Roger said, sliding his hand over your naked waist. “I could stare at you all fucking day”

“You have gone soft on me, Roger”, you giggled, leaning down to press your lips against his. He immediately pulled you close and deepened the kiss. It almost took your breath away, the way he expertly explored your mouth, how his hands dug into your skin with just the right amount of pressure.

“Can I take this off?”, Roger asked as you pulled back, sliding his hands up your back to play with the clasp of your bra. He grinned when you nodded, eagerly trying to get it off you. He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, struggling to unhook it.

“Need any help there?”, you giggled upon hearing the frustrated sigh that left Roger´s mouth.

“No I got it, it´s just fuck why does it have to have three hooks”, he whined, tugging at it with more force until it finally snapped open. “Hah, got it”

“Congratulations”, you said, watching as his eyes fell on your exposed breasts.

“Congratulations to me indeed”, he muttered, sliding his hands over them. He cupped each breast carefully, swiping his thumb over your hardened nipple. Goosebumps formed all over your skin as he swirled the nub around a few times, just enjoying the noises you were making. He hadn´t even touched you properly yet and this was already far better than last time you were intimate with a guy.

“Do you want me to keep going?”, Roger asked, sliding his hands down your stomach.

“Please”, you whined, arching into his touch. “I want you to fuck me”

“I want nothing more, love. But first we have to get you ready for me, okay?”

You nodded, feeling his fingers hook into the waistline of your panties. He pulled on the fabric slightly before letting go. It snapped against your skin, making you let out a surprised moan. The slight sting turning you on more than you would like to admit.

“Lay down for me”, Roger said, gesturing towards the bed. You scooted upwards so your entire body was engulfed by the soft mattress, impatiently waiting for him to join you. Roger knelt between your legs, his fingers hooking into the fabric of your panties again. He looked up at you, arching an eyebrow before slowly pulling them down your legs upon your consent.

He groaned when he saw your heat completely exposed. You felt the cold air hit your wet folds, making you shudder slightly. However, the feeling was quickly replaced by one of lust as Roger reached down to grab onto your thighs. He spread them slowly, plopping down onto his stomach. His head was so close to your heat, his breath hot on your sensitive clit.

“Such a pretty little cunt you´ve got there”, Roger whispered, blowing air onto your heat. “Can I taste you? Hmm? Make you cum?”

“I-I´ve never”, you started but a moan cut you off as Roger pressed his lips to the apex of your thighs. “No one has ever gone down on me”

“Want me to change that? We don´t have to”, he said, looking up at your through his thick lashes. He cocked his head and sent you the softest smile you´ve ever seen, your heart soaring.

“Yes, I want to”, you said firmly.

“Okay but you have to tell me if it´s too much”

You nodded, reaching down to run you finger over his jaw before sliding your hand up to his hair. Roger leant in, still keeping eye contact, and pressed a kiss right next to your folds. He watched your every expression as he tentatively licked a little stripe between them, flattening his tongue when he reached your clit.

It felt euphoric, the pleasure spreading to every nerve of your body. Sure, you had gotten yourself off before, but this was something else. Roger put all his energy into his movements, each flick of his tongue deliberate to bring the most amount of pleasure to your core.

“I-I fuck that feels so good, Roger”, you whined, throwing your head back in pleasure. The familiar coil in your stomach already started tightening. It was embarrassingly fast, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Yeah? You´re already so wet for me, love”, he said between kisses. “`m gonna get you ready for me”

Roger slid one of his hands down your thigh, leaving tingles along its path. He swirled your entrance with one finger, collecting the wetness before slowly pushing it in. A gasp left your mouth as he came to a halt inside, your walls clamping down on his digit. Savoring the delicious feeling.

“My god you´re so tight”, Roger muttered, slowly starting to move his finger. He angled his finger and rubbed it against your front wall in search of your sweet spot.

“Shit don´t stop”, you whined, your hips moving in tandem with his fingers. Roger smirked before leaning down and wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking the nub into his mouth. It was all too much and not enough at the same time, feeling your orgasm creep up on you at an alarming rate.

You yelled out when he brushed against something just inside your entrance, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You could feel Roger hum against your clit with pride as he nudged you towards the edge.

“Found it”, he mumbled, pulling away for a second to place a few kisses to the hood of your clitoris. “Do you think you can take another finger?”

“Y-yes”, you said, biting down on your lip to keep your moans at bay. Roger added his ring-finger along with his middle finger, effortlessly angling them just right. They stretched you out just right, rubbing against your front wall with just the right amount of pressure.

As he latched onto your clit again, you felt yourself inching closer and closer to the edge. You felt like you had to pee, your lower stomach tingling in the most delicious way possible. The orgasms you had yourself was nothing compared to this absolute euphoria that was about to wash over you.

“Shit `m gonna cum, Roger. `m gonna cum, gonna – fuck”, you moaned, tugging at his hair as you grinded down onto his tongue and fingers. Roger sucked even harder on your clit, nudging your g-spot with added pressure, effectively pushing you over the edge. White-hot pleasure shot up your body, throughout every nerve and every fiber of your being. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you back arching off the bed as Roger expertly guided you through it all.

You were heaving for air, your stomach contracting, legs still shaking as you came down. The aftershocks taking over your body, your walls clamping down on Roger´s fingers. It was all too much; the pleasure was too much to handle.

You pushed Roger away from your heat, wincing when he withdrew his fingers.

“`s too much”, you whined, still heavy-breathed.

“Sorry”, Roger said, leaning up to press his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you feel oddly proud of yourself. You smirked into the kiss, pulling him closer to your body.

In a moment of confidence, you pushed him down onto his back and straddled his thigs. Roger´s eyes went wide as you started kissing down his chest, feeling his heart beat against your lips.

“Nope, absolutely not”, he said, grabbing your face to try and pull you away from kissing your way down to his crotch. You pouted.

“Why not? I want to”, you whined, placing your hands on his upper thighs. Roger shuddered at the sudden contact, his cock twitching in desperation. “You seem to want it too”

“I do, fuck I really do, but I´m not going to last if you put that pretty mouth of yours anywhere near my cock”, he said, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. A deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Please”, you begged, placing a kiss just above the waistband of his boxers. “I just want to taste you”

“Bloody hell you will be the absolute death of me, Y/N”, Roger muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration. You shot him your best puppy-dog eyes, sliding your hands closer to his crotch. “Fine, but only for a second”

You smirked and reached up to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free, falling flat against his stomach. The tip was red and leaking from being neglected, making your mouth water. It was pretty, a bit bigger than what you had last time.

Roger caught you staring, your hands still planted on his thighs, not moving.

“Have you ever sucked anyone off?”, he asked, watching you draw in a deep breath and shake your head. It never really got to that point when you lost your virginity, he just pushed it inside and started thrusting.

“Fuck okay, start by wrapping your hand around it”, Roger instructed, cursing under your breath as you did just so. You could feel the blood pump in his veins through the soft skin. His cock was warm in your hand, inviting. “Yeah just like that. Try kissing the tip”

You nodded, leaning down to tentatively press you lips to the slit. His pre-cum coated your lips, tasting his salty excitement. The groan Roger let out told you it felt good, so you slowly kissed just below the head with new-found confidence.

“Bloody hell that feel´s fucking amazing, Y/N”, Roger whined, his hand shooting down to grab onto your hair. Feeling brave, you wrapped your lips around his tip, looking up to eye Roger´s reaction. His eyes went wide, his grip on your hair tightening as he made the prettiest sound you´ve ever heard.

You hummed against his cock, slowly starting to move your hand in tandem with your mouth. You didn´t take him far into your mouth, just the tip, but it was enough for Roger to feel his orgasm build at an alarming rate. He desperately tried to hold back from thrusting up into your mouth, knowing it was something you had to work your way towards.

“Wow wow wooow, that´s enough”, Roger said, desperation laced in his voice as he pulled your moth off of his cock. “You´re going to make me fucking cum if you keep that up”

“Sorry”, you mumbled, but couldn´t hold back the proud grin spreading all over your face.

“It´s nothing to be sorry about, love. I just want to have sex first, if you still want to that is”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I want to?”, you giggled.

“Just checking”, Roger said, pulling you down for a kiss.

“I know, but I really want to. I want you”

“Hmm, good”, he mumbled into your lips, “Do you have any condoms?”

“Yeah”, you said, moving off his body and the bed to walk over to the dresser. You rummaged through your underwear drawer until you found the packet of condoms you kept just in case. Letting out a sigh of relief when you saw they were still in date, you moved to close the drawer. The bottle of lube rolled out, making you stop.

“Lube?”, you asked, turning around to look at Roger.

“Yeah, it´ll make it better”, he smiled, opening his arms for you as you returned to his side. You threw the condom at him, watching as he ripped it open and carefully slid it down his length.

“Do you have a favorite position, Y/N?”, Roger asked, turning his attention to you once again. You shook your head, picking at this skin on your fingers.

“Inexperienced, remember?”

“Right, how about you ride me? That way you can control the pace”, he suggested, reaching out to grab your hands in his. He helped you straddle his waist again, hissing when your heat grazed his sensitive cock.

You reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a decent amount onto his shaft before tossing it aside. Roger tugged at your free hand, making you look up at him. He puckered his lips and arched his eyebrows, making you let out a giggle before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. The kiss was slower this time, more passionate. Both of you drunk off of each other´s presence.

“Ready?”, Roger asked as you pulled away. He reached up cup your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. You smiled into his touch, nodding your head.

Reaching down to line him up with your entrance, you drew in a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto his shaft. Your mouth fell open as you felt the slight burning sensation as he stretched you out. The lube definitely helped, but it was still a tight fit. You closed your eyes as he bottomed you out, steadying your hands on his chest as you focused on your breathing. Trying to work through the burn.

“Are you okay, Y/N? We can stop if it´s too much”, Roger said, concerned lacing his voice as your expression. You tentatively opened one of your eyes, shooting him a smile as you clenched around him.

“Yeah I just need two seconds”, you said.

“Take all the time you need, love”, he said, placing his hands over yours. He wanted you to feel comfortable, but the urge to move was almost too much for him to handle. Your walls were hugging him so perfectly, fitting around him like glove. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten already.

“Okay I´m good”, you muttered as you slowly started moving your hips. You lifted up slowly, sinking down onto his cock. The slight burn quickly disappeared as pleasure took over, his cock rubbing against your g-spot with your every move.

“Fuck you´re so tight, love. Feel so fucking good around my cock”, Roger moaned, moving his hands to grab onto your hips. You could tell he was getting impatient, his hands guiding your movements, hips coming up to meet your thrusts.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening once again as his tip nudged your front wall with each thrust. But you wanted more, needed more. You leant back on Roger´s knees, letting him take control for a while. Which was an opportunity he was not going to pass up.

He had to hold back on not cumming as he watched his cock disappear into your heat, hearing the slick noises of skin against skin. Watching your boobs bounce as you moved. Roger reached a hand down to rub circles over your clit. A bolt of pleasure shot up your body, your thighs starting to shake as you held yourself up.

“R-Roger, I need more”, you whined, placing your hands back on his chest, looking him in the eyes. “I need you to fuck me”

Roger let out an animalistic growl, grabbing your hips harder and flipping you over. He perched himself on his elbows, moving your legs up to wrap around his waist.

A gasp left your mouth as he started thrusting. He went so much deeper this way, his blue eyes focused on yours. It felt so intimate, so hot. So personal. Your orgasm starting to build up once more.

You snaked a hand down your body, fingers coming to rest on your aching clit. Your walls clenching around his cock in pleasure.

“I-Shit I´m gonna cum if you keep doing that”, Roger muttered, his thrust haltering for just a second before he went back to his steady rhythm. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips against yours as he nudged you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you were about to let go, Roger slowed his movements, his head falling into your neck.

“Wh-what, why did you stop?”, you asked frantically, desperate for a release. To feel that wave of absolute euphoria again. Your breath came out of your mouth in short and quick spurts, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I was about to cum”, he moaned, stilling his hips completely. “I want you to finish too”

“No no no, I was so close, Roger. Please start moving again. I need to cum so bad”, you begged, your clit twitching under your touch in utter desperation.

“Shit, sorry”, Roger said, immediately snapping his hips against yours. “That was quick”

“Shut up”, you mumbled, giggling at the proud smirk on Roger´s face. He looked so fucking smug and pleased with himself.

He grabbed one of your legs, propping it up on your shoulder to reach even deeper. He put all his might into his thrusts, desperately holding back his release until you got there too.

You were starting to see starts, your fingers frantically moving over your clit as you felt the knot in your stomach on the verge on unraveling.

“I-I´m gonna, ´m gonna cum, Roger”, you whined, reaching your free hand up to grab onto his forearm. You dug your nails into his skin, closing your eyes.

“Me too, love. Cum for me, need to feel you cum all over my cock”

The desperate tone of Roger´s voice was what you needed to fall over the edge. Your orgasm hit you like a train going a million miles an hour, almost punching all the air out of your lungs. You arched off the bed, screaming Roger´s name, not even caring that your neighbors could hear. All you could focus on was the pleasure that was shooting up your core and Roger´s cock nudging against your g-spot, guiding you through your high.

The feeling of your walls clenching around his cock was enough to push Roger over the edge. His head fell back as it rippled through his body, emptying his load into the condom. He rode out both your orgasms, dragging it out as long as possible.

You winced when Roger pulled out, suddenly feeling way too empty. He removed the condom, tying it off and chucking it towards the bin in the corner of your room. Roger wore the dopiest smile you had even seen as he turned towards you, laying down on his side. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers tickle your temple lightly.

Giggling, you placed your hand over his to stop him. You brought it down to your lips to place a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

“So, how was that?”, Roger asked, a smile still plastered on his face.

“Really good”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm”, you replied, leaning in to press your lips to his. “I mean I´ve only ever had sex once before and it was in a bathroom at a party, so I don´t really have anything to compare it to. But yeah”

“Did he make you cum?”, Roger asked, feeling a wave of jealousy hit him.

“No, he went in dry and lasted like 1 minute. No foreplay what so ever”, you giggled, your heart soaring as his face lifted. You made Roger Taylor jealous.

“Good”

“Why?”, you asked, pretending you didn´t notice his demeanor.

“Because I want to be the only guy who ever makes you cum”, he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You arched your eyebrow, letting out another giggle. Not able to hold back the school-girl-with-a-crush grin that accompanied it.

“That´s bold of you to say on a fifth date”

“A guy can dream, can´t he? Like you said, you´ve made me soft, Y/N”, Roger said, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours.

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When you woke up the next morning, you couldn´t feel Roger´s presence anymore. You patted the bed next to you, but there was nothing but mattress under your hand. You felt your heart sink in your chest. Of course, he had gotten what he wanted. No need to stick around when he finally got into your pants. He was just like every other guy. You fought back your tears as you stood up, determined to not let it get to you.

Putting on an oversized t-shirt, you decided to make yourself a coffee. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw his shoes was still by the door, and suddenly the smell of cooking filled your nostrils. You curiously made your way to the kitchen, surprised to find Roger in just his boxers, whistling away as he stood by the stove.

He seemed to notice your presence because he turned around. His eyes raked over you nearly-naked body before they met yours. You let out a breath you didn´t even know you were holding in.

“What´s wrong, Y/N? You look like you´ve seen a ghost”, Roger said, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

“I thought you left”, you muttered, drifting your gaze towards the floor. Embarrassed that you had doubted him.

“Hey, don´t worry”, he said, quickly crossing the distance and cupping your head in his hands. “I would never leave without telling you. I promise”

“I know, I´m sorry. I´m just insecure”, you mumbled.

Roger gave you a crocked smile, quickly leaning down to press his lips against yours. He poured all his emotions into the kiss, silently telling you how much he cared about you.

“How about you go take a nice warm shower and I´ll have breakfast ready when you´re done, yeah?”

You nodded, pressing one last kiss to his lips before turning around.

“Wait!”, Roger yelled, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. You cocked your head in question, worried about what was wrong.

“What?”

“I just want to kiss you again”, he said, a blush creeping onto his face. You giggled before leaning up to capture his lips with yours. Roger let out a satisfied sigh into the kiss.

“Now can I go?”, you asked, smiling.

“Mhm”, he mumbled, before placing one last kiss on your lips. A shower was just what you needed, suddenly very aware of the soreness between your legs. You smiled at the thought of last night, the butterflies in your stomach going into a frenzy.

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valor-selfships · 4 years ago

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Children of Omen: Prologue Side S

So I followed through on that plot idea I had. I’ll be reblogging this post with a link to it on AO3 and to the full summary, so check the notes for that. Now, on with the story...

SUMMARY: In response to an omen from a trusted advisor that the birth of a child to one of his Capos in December will mark the beginning of the end of his reign, the Boss orders the death of all children fitting that criteria. Unfortunately for Bruno Bucciarati and Risotto Nero, they are both fathers-to-be of children under that umbrella. Unwilling to sacrifice their flesh and blood, they defect from Passione with the rest of their teams, knowing full well the dangers they face, and allying with each other despite their differences in order to protect the innocent lives whose only mistake was being made.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: pregnancy, talk of infanticide, period mention

RATING: T

PROLOGUE SIDE S - RISOTTO NERO AND PROSCIUTTO

Prosciutto likes to think that he doesn't make foolish decisions. But now, sitting on his bathroom floor, staring at a positive pregnancy test? He's really not so sure of that anymore.

Either he is and always has been a fool and just didn't want to accept it, or he has made exactly one (or... well, maybe more than one, but only one that matters in this case) foolish decision in his life, that has led him here. Both possibilities are difficult to accept.

He clenches his jaw so hard he can feel the muscle start to cramp up, but fuck, he really doesn't see that as much of an issue right now compared to what he's facing down right in front of him. This is, by far, the most formidable foe he has faced in his entire life.

Who would have ever thought that it would end up being the child his body is working to protect and grow right now?

Putting his hands over his face, Prosciutto leans back against the cabinet underneath the sink, his breathing heavy and uneven. He doesn't hate the baby, and honestly, that's the worst part about all of this. No, he doesn't hate the little life he's made with the man he's chosen to love. In fact, he's already starting to grow attached to them, and he's certain that as this pregnancy progresses, he's only going to fall more in love with them. That's his baby, for God's sake. Something would be wrong with him if he felt nothing at all, he thinks.

But, again, that's just the problem. Getting pregnant in the first place was a terrible move on his part, and now starting to grow attached to the life that's only barely just begun is turning out to be his next terrible decision.

And to think this whole debacle started with an email, of all things.

Two hours previously, Prosciutto enters the private room of Risotto Nero. It's a room he's become very familiar with over the past year; in this room, they've stood and talked, made out in the closet, and made love on the bed, far more times than either of them care to count. For the time being, though, he's just here to talk with his Capo.

"You called me in?" The blonde asks, slowly making his way over to Risotto. He's hunched over the laptop on the desk in the corner, black-and-red eyes focused. "Is something wrong?"

"... it's a message from the Boss," Risotto says lowly. "And I'm not entirely sure why, but I have a very... disturbing feeling about it."

Prosciutto goes to his side, reads the message in its entirety.

To all Passione Capos,

Greetings, and apologies for the sudden and urgent correspondence, but it has come to my attention that there will soon be a traitor among our ranks.

A source close to me whom I trust dearly has let me know of a message most dire: there is a plan by a group of fanatics to remove me from my status as your Don. According to my source, they are heavily involved in the occult, and believe that the birth of a certain child in this year's month of December, to one of my Capos, will mark the beginning of the end for me.

I believe you understand why this cannot happen. And you may have started to understand what I am ordering you to do.

I know all of you are loyal to me completely. But no chances can be taken. If you, or anyone on your team, is to give birth to a child in this year's month of December, you will be expected to bring the child upon its birth to the location enclosed within this email. At that time, you may either dispose of it yourself, or there will be someone there to dispose of it for you. You are free to do what you wish with the remains once it is over; that is of no concern to anyone. But there cannot be any child left living born to any member of this organization during this year's month of December, unless we wish for the organization itself to crumble into dust.

This must be done for the sake of us all. Needless to say, if it is discovered that any of you do not come forth... you will be seen as working with those who wish to betray me. And traitors do not meet peaceful ends.

I trust you all will do the right thing.

By the end of the message, Prosciutto's face has gone deathly pale. Risotto turns to look at him for just a moment.

"Prosciutto," he says, his voice low and soft. "Is there a chance. Any chance at all?"

Prosciutto swallows heavily, finding his mouth and throat suddenly dry and tight. "My period is three days late," he says quietly. "And I - cannot recall how successful we were the last time I had you pull out of me." To be fair, the couple normally has condoms on hand. But that night, there were a few key differences in their situations: they were both incredibly drunk, and very sexually frustrated, in desperate need of each other's release. God damn everything.

Prosciutto stands. "I am going to go down to the corner store down the road and buy a few of the early detection tests. They tend to be more accurate, anyway. I..." He takes a shuddering breath. "I would like to be alone while I take them, so I'll do that back at my home. As soon as I can, I will let you know the results of the test."

And thus, we return here, to Prosciutto sitting on the cold tile floor of his bathroom. He gives a slow, steady exhale, scrubs his hands over his face one last time, and then stands.

He needs to speak to Risotto, and then they need to talk to Melone. Time is not on their side, and they need to know immediately how far along he is and when he is due to have this baby.

Prosciutto's gut feeling tells him this is not going to end in his favor.

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"Alright, well, if the data I've got from you about your last period is accurate, as well as the information I figured out from the pelvic exam, then you, Prosciutto, are close to eight weeks pregnant."

It's been about an hour since Prosciutto hurriedly told Risotto that he is indeed pregnant, and then proceeded to drag him from his house all the way into his waiting car and then to Melone's residence. Prosciutto is nearly manic, on the verge of breaking down into either hysterical laughter or sobs the whole time (but, by some miracle or the grace of God, managing to do neither).

Risotto has never seen him like this, and does not wish to ever again.

And now here they are.

Upon hearing how far along he is, Prosciutto finds himself far too scattered to do the math himself, so he asks: "Melone, assuming I carry to full term, when is the baby due?"

"Hmm... should actually be sometime around Christmas," Melone replies casually. He doesn't know yet about the letter, so the confusion on his face is evident when Prosciutto stands straight up, his face completely blank.

"Excuse me for a moment," he says, half in a mumble and half in a whisper, before turning on his heel and almost running down the hall.

"Is he okay?" Melone asks Risotto as he, too, gets to his feet, albeit not nearly as dramatically. "I mean, I get that this's pretty shocking, but I've never seen him act like this before. Are you two fighting or something?"

"I'll tell you everything as soon as I can," is all Risotto says before taking off in the same direction as Prosciutto had a few moments earlier.

As it turns out, he doesn't have to look very hard to find Prosciutto. All he really has to do, actually, is listen.

From the other side of the thick bathroom door at the end of the hallway, Risotto can easily hear Prosciutto's heartbroken cries. He's crying. He's so upset, that he's resorted to shedding tears. And the very worst part is...

Risotto isn't sure if there's anything he can do or say right now to ease his lover's inner turmoil.

Even so, he needs to try. Risotto pushes open the bathroom door after knocking a few times. Prosciutto is hunched over the sink, bracing himself against it with the palms of his hands and his arms, his head hung low as he sobs freely. When Risotto steps up beside him and puts a hand between his shoulder blades, Prosciutto looks up a little to look into his eyes.

"What - what have we done, Risotto?" He barely whispers. "What have we done?"

Risotto thinks for a moment on how to answer that, then reaches up to thread his fingers through Prosciutto's soft, silky blonde hair.

"What have we done?" Risotto repeats, as though analyzing the question. "Oh, tesoro, cuore mio, we have done nothing wrong. We have created the most beautiful thing any human could ever dream of: a life. A child. Un nostro bambino." He rests his hand -- so large, warm, and safe -- on Prosciutto's belly after pushing his shirt up just enough so that he can trace circles on his bare, pale, beautiful skin. "Ultimately, the decision on what to do about this is yours. I would never dream of forcing your hand." He pauses for a moment. "Either way, two clear paths lie before us: either we remain loyal to the Boss and Passione by following through on the orders we've been given..." Prosciutto fights back another sob, blinking away more tears before focusing on Risotto again as he continues to speak. "... or we become traitors against the Boss and Passione, and risk our lives and everything we are -- everything we know -- all for the sake of the beautiful little child we've made together."

Prosciutto sniffs, wipes his hand across his face. "Risotto... it isn't you who has forced my hand here." He rests his hand over Risotto's -- the one on his belly -- biting down on his lip before continuing on. "I -- I don't care who the damn order came from. I don't give a shit about what happens to some man whose name and face we don't know and have never seen. I love you, and I love the little piece of you that you gave me, that I gave a piece of myself to, that became the life that depends on me now." Prosciutto swallows heavily. "Fuck the Boss. Fuck Passione. I only want -- I only need -- you, and our child. I will -- I will never sacrifice any child of ours for any reason. I know full well what this means, but we aren't the best assassins and criminals for nothing."

Steeling his resolve, Prosciutto finally lifts his head and straightens up.

"I choose to have this baby with you. And if that means the end of my days of crime forever? Then so be it. It's a small price to pay for a treasure as beautiful and perfect as the one we have made together."

Gently, Risotto turns Prosciutto around to face him fully, then cups his cheek with his free hand. Despite the severity of what they're doing, and the danger that they are no doubt throwing themselves into... he feels no fear, nor dread within him. He only feels an immense and powerful love for the man standing in front of him, no doubt the bravest man he's ever known, if only because of this moment.

A beaming smile stretches across Risotto's face as he leans down to press his forehead gently against Prosciutto's. "In that case, I will stand by you, vita mia. Il mio cuore batte solo per te."

Prosciutto lets out a tiny, soft laugh. "Dammi un bacio, you hopeless romantic."

The two of them kiss, and it's perfect, and passionate, and filled with desire and love and hope for the future. They both know what they've done, what they're doing, and what they're about to do. This is the right thing.

Their journey has only just begun.

#jjba #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #my writing #fic: children of omen #risopro #risotto nero #prosciutto #prosciutto jjba #prosciutto jojo #jojo prosciutto #jjba prosciutto #pregnancy #pregnant #tmpreg #trans mpreg #mpreg

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feminaexlux · 4 years ago

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Marinette’s Luckiest Charm 10: Knit

So much for WIPril. Oh well 🥲

Read on AO3 here!

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While Kagami was putting on a brave face after Adrien left, Marinette hadn't been so sure that Kagami was really as calm as she pretended to be. "Hey Kagami, Luka, maybe we can go to the arcade after this? It's not time to go home yet, right?" Marinette smiled, hoping the suggestion didn't come across as awkwardly as she thought it sounded in her head.

"Sounds good to me," Luka said affably. Thank goodness he was willing to roll with it. Marinette didn't doubt that Luka understood the intention behind Marinette's request.

"I… might enjoy that," Kagami said shyly, a small smile touching her lips. "Thank you. I would have left with Adrien in an hour but… I have more time than that if I request it. I'd like to spend more time with the both of you."

They finished off their floats and took a subway to the arcade, talking about the experience at the archery range. Kagami explained more about archery forms and her past competitions and how she prepared for them, with Luka listening in and absorbing all she said and asking clarifying questions. Marinette wasn't able to keep much of an interest but it was great to see Luka and Kagami interacting like friends as Marinette had always hoped they'd do.

They spent about 2 hours at the arcade before Kagami got a notification that her mother wanted her back home. Marinette and Luka said goodbye as Kagami stepped into Tatsue, and then rode the subway back to the bakery.

"I think Kagami will be fine," Luka said. "I sorta got the sense she was prepared for this."

Marinette sighed. "Yeah, I guess. It probably still sucks for her though."

"It probably does. But if you both want we can keep hanging out and spend more time together. Well," Luka then shrugged sheepishly. "I guess you can do that without me."

"No, it was great to see you two talking with each other. I want you two to be friends!" Marinette beamed up at him. "Thanks for hanging out."

"It's what I'm here for."

"To hang out?"

"To hang out with you," Luka smiled. "But I've taken up enough of your time. I'll head out. See you tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed her.

Marinette waved him off as he went back down to the subway. Marinette's parents welcomed her back and the family ate their dinner together. Marinette finally got back to her room and… something felt off. Her first instinct was to look for the Miracle Box, but it was hidden away under her sewing supplies, only… Only she had recently pulled out the Bee, hadn't she? She was wondering if she needed to find a new bearer for the Bee and had no idea who to give it to. She'd been toying with the idea of handing it off to Juleka before the date, but she had to set it aside to leave on time. Where had she left it?

Had she taken it out?

There was a thunk on her balcony roof. Hmm, she had actually expected him but it still gave her a little trepidation that he'd arrived now. She'd have to search for the Bee later, if she'd even taken it out at all, she must have just misplaced it somewhere like she did everything else! Marinette climbed up her ladder and opened the hatch to the balcony.

Chat Noir was perched on her railing. She hadn't expected him as Chat. "Ch-Chat Noir?"

"Hey." Chat said that so softly Marinette almost didn't hear.

She made her way out onto the balcony proper and leaned on her railing next to him. "Are you alright?" Chat didn't answer except for a shrug. "Kagami said it felt like you two broke up."

He turned to face her, looking surprised. "What do you mean?"

"The way you left today. She said it was the end for you two."

Chat laughed a little bitterly. "Yeah. I guess. And now you know who I am."

"Chat Noir would never give up his Miraculous to someone he didn't trust. And you didn't hand it to me. Kagami wouldn't give up Longg to anyone she didn't trust. It had to be you, Adrien."

"Surprise." He sighed. "I wish I told you earlier."

"You tried, remember?"

"Ugh, sorry. Not that way. In a nicer way," Chat sighed.

"It's… alright. What did you want to talk about, Chat?" Marinette tried to keep the question neutral but she was thinking he'd start talking about Kagami.

"I found my mother."

Marinette reeled back in shock. "Oh, oh my gosh, that's so…" Good? Exciting? Why did it sound like Chat was mourning? Was it bad news?

"My father is keeping her in some… life support thing. In a secret basement. A secret basement I didn't know we had!" Chat growled. "I thought she disappeared and she's been right under our noses, literally, for the past year and a half? How crazy is that? And why? Why would he do this?" Chat Noir slammed a fist against his thigh. "I hate this. I hate all of this. I can't believe he'd lie to me, I can't believe he'd just let me think that my mother was dead. I can't believe he and Nathalie are… some kind of together. I can't believe he put Mom in some suspended animation tube capsule thing in a garden underneath our house!" Chat let out a breath. "I needed Plagg back. I needed something to make sense. So yeah, I think Kagami and I are done. Or whatever. But I can't handle anything right now."

"I'm… so sorry," Marinette said softly. "What can we do?"

"I was gonna ask you that. I don't know, I really don't know. Somehow maybe I find myself wondering if my father is Hawkmoth after all? This seems like such a supervillain set up, you know?"

"But he'd been akumatized before? As the Collector?"

"Yeah, I guess." Chat hung his head in exhaustion. "I don't know anything anymore, Milady."

"Well, no matter what happens, if Gabriel is Hawkmoth or not, we'll find a way to set things right together. We'll figure out how to save your mom. I promise," Marinette said as gently as she could, placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing. He turned toward her to put his head on her shoulder.

Except that wasn't what he did.

He had leaned in to kiss her.

Their lips had barely brushed before she shoved him and leapt away yelling out a "NO!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't--I didn't…" Chat stuttered, clinging to the railing to prevent falling out onto the street after he lost his balance.

Marinette covered her mouth with both hands but gasped out a "Wh-why?"

"I…! I…" Chat gulped and stared down at his hands. He let out a breath and his entire body sagged, drooping down to hang his arms and chin over the railing. "You were the first girl I fell in love with. I saw you being so brave and courageous when you told Hawkmoth that you'd protect Paris. I thought 'there's a girl who has a plan and knows what to do and she isn't afraid of doing the right thing.' Whoever you were behind the mask, that's who I wanted to be with." He lifted his head slightly to look at her. "I still do."

Marinette looked at Chat for a long moment before shaking her head. "I can't do this." She turned around to open her hatch and go back down into her room.

"Wait!" Chat leapt over the railing and grabbed her arm before she dropped down. "Please, wait."

"Chat. Don't touch me."

"Wh… what?"

"I said don't touch me!" Marinette yelled, wrenching her arm from his grip. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself tight. She looked around, anywhere but at Chat, and after a few tense moments she sighed. "What is it, Adrien?" She still wasn't looking at him.

"I'm… just scared. I really am sorry, please you have to believe me. I know this sounds like an excuse but it's the truth. You just… seem to have it together and… I really wanted to… have that too."

In that instant Marinette heard Luka's voice in her head: "Cool story. Still wrong." She laughed softly to herself, tinged with a little bit of bitterness of her own.

Oh no. Luka.

She had to tell him.

"I… know this is going to sound bad, but. I don't know where else to go, Marinette. You're the only one I trust."

Marinette looked up at Chat Noir, her forehead wrinkled with lines of worry and questioning. She searched his eyes and knew he was miserable. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "Okay. You wanna stay here for tonight?"

Not trusting himself to say anything, Chat nodded.

"Okay. Let's go back inside." Marinette silently prayed that she was doing the right thing. She dropped down to her bed, leaving her balcony hatch open so Chat Noir would follow. Marinette went down to her desk and… and there was something that she'd been doing before… looking for…

Well, whatever.

She needed to call Luka anyway. Marinette pulled out her phone and her last screen had been sending a text to Sabrina that it was alright to go in and pick up the group project. Oh, that must have been it, duh.

"Hey, Marinette?"

She flicked her eyes up at Chat Noir only for an instant. She looked back down at her phone and… she didn't feel like she wanted to call right now, so she pulled up Luka's texts and started typing. "Yeah?"

Chat took in a breath and started saying something but bit it back. "Thanks." She heard him sit down on her bed. "Claws in," he said quietly.

Good, it sounded like he was going to stay up on her bed. That was fine, she was hoping to get some more homework done at her desk anyway.

"Are you going to tell Luka?" Adrien asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"You… don't have to. It won't happen again. We can keep it between us."

Luka's voice was in her head again. "You can tell me everything, or nothing if you prefer." She nodded to herself. "I'm not telling him because I have to, Adrien. I'm telling him because I want to. He's important to me."

Adrien was silent for a few heartbeats. "Alright," he said, sounding defeated.

M: Chat Noir is here, he's

M: not doing okay

After a few moments she saw that he was typing back.

M: he tried to kiss me

L: Oh? Is he

L: What???

She was in the middle of typing out "it's okay, I stopped him" when she saw another message pop in.

L: I trust you

L: Hope you're okay

She felt tears falling from the corners of her eyes. Marinette was surprised by that. Maybe she wasn't okay after all.

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HAH take that canon

#fxl fic #lukanette endgame #endgame lukanette #pro lukamari #marinette dupain cheng #kagami tsurugi #luka couffaine #chat noir #adrien agreste #sudden angst >_>

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darknessisafriend · 5 years ago

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Beyond memory Part 2

And here we go! there will be around 5 parts I think ^^

Part 1 here

Warning: explicit self-harm

Joe’s heart missed a beat, he starred at the screen displaying your name, he felt hope rise in his chest, did you remember him? So, with a trembling hand, his thumb unlocked the call, he stayed silent, waiting for you to talk.

“Joe?” he closed his eyes at the sound of your sweet voice, how much he had missed it, you were really calling him.

“Yes...” was the only thing he managed to pronounce; as for you, you could feel the pain in his voice and you felt guilty, responsible for his state. You probably scared the man as much as you were scared of him yesterday.

“Hum...my parents told me you were my emergency contact, and that you were the one who called them...” you started gently, you wished you could see his face as you talked to him right now.

“I did...Why are you calling me?” he couldn’t help but ask, he was confused, it seemed you didn’t recover your memory, so what was the purpose of your call?

“Yeah, sorry...I’m...lost Joe. I can’t remember what happened for the past 2 years...I don’t know what to do...” you admitted looking down at your hands, his heart bled each time you pronounced his name “I was thinking that...maybe you could come at the hospital, to talk and...my parents also told me we were...very close; so, I figured out you might help me to fill in the blanks?” you suggested, feeling unsure if he would accept after what happened...if he was the closest person you had, then maybe, he could help you to remember; or at least tell you about everything that had happened for the past years.

“I will. I can come today if...”

“Oh yeah! That would be perfect, thanks” you replied a bit too excitedly. He didn´t answer, staying silent, he just didn´t know how to interact with you since you had lost your memory “Alright then...see you this afternoon.” you added, you heard hung up, it seemed he wasn’t the talkative type of guy. Joe swallowed down, he didn´t expect you to contact him, and now he felt hope starting to rise in his chest.

He quickly got up, he had to make himself presentable so you would see him in his best light, he wanted to please you. But then he felt the same anxiety he had felt for your first date together. He hopped into the shower, washing his body and his hair, he felt so much determination to get you back now; when he came out of the shower, he passed a hand on the mirror to erase the vapor and looked at his reflection, he needed to trim his beard and show he was taking care of himself, then he combed his hair and tied them nicely into his manbun, a small smile formed on his lips, it reminded him on how much you loved his long hair, to bury your fingers in them as he snuggled against you or when you grabbed them as he made love to you. Then, he put on his jean and a nice brown and blue plaid shirt, you were right when you had said one day that he kinda looked like a lumberjack, he smirked because you had absolutely loved it.

And the time didn´t pass quickly enough for him, he had paced in the living room while waiting the afternoon to come and see you. He was impatient to see your face, until he actually arrived at the door of your room where apprehension started to build inside of him; his heart was beating fast, he stood there, staring at your door, flashes of the moment when you had woken up and had been terrified by him came back to his mind; what if you get scared again when you see him? He didn´t want to scare you again...he took a few deep breaths, he had to try, so he knocked, it was weaker than he wanted to; when he heard your answer, he opened the door, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

You ignored the brief fear you felt as you saw Joe, it was a residue of what you had felt when you had woken up. Although, he was a physically impressive man, you didn´t felt frightened by him anymore, there was something sweet or vulnerable about him, he was throwing you quick glances, you understood he didn’t want to scare you again, you felt ashamed you had reacted this way, but it had been more out of instinct than anything.

“Please, enter! You can sit next to me” you invited him, gesturing to the chair next to your bed, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it wasn´t easy as you were so confused about your past and to be honest you were anxious to know what happened during these two last years.

So, after closing the door, he slowly made his way to chair; you detailed his appearance, he looked good, his shirt highlighted his broad shoulders, you realized he had long hair, tied into a manbun, you liked that on men; his beard didn´t seem as messy as you had thought when you had woken up, it actually looked quite soft to the touch. As he sat down, his eyes met yours, they were of an intense green that you had rarely seen, but they were also full of apprehension.

“Thanks for coming...” you started almost timidly, he was still looking at you, ready to listen to what you had to say “first of all...I wanted to apologize for my reaction the other-”

“No. You don´t have to; nobody thought you would lose your memory” he cut you off with a pained sigh; you nodded and looked down at your hands, slightly nervous about your first question.

“You were my boyfriend, right?” you finally asked, there was a short silence, you heard him swallow down.

“Your husband...we married a few months ago” he answered, you felt your heart shatter at this news, you lifted your head to meet his eyes, you could see how filled with pain they were and you shared that pain, you wished you remembered him and didn´t make the ma-Joe suffer.

“I´m sorry Joe...” you said honestly, shifting in your bed so that your hand could take his, he seemed taken aback by the contact but then his thumb came to stroke your fingers, as if he was also apologizing for not saving you in time. The two of you stayed silent for a bit of time; it was worse than you expected, you were so angry at yourself for not remembering anything.

“How was it?” you finally asked, you were curious to know how was your daily life by his side.

“Hmm?”

“Our relationship?” you clarified, he seemed to think for a bit.

“Well...it´s... we were very close, you helped me to get through tough times and...it was happy.” he answered thinking about what else he could say.

“How did we meet?” you asked then, you wondered if it was something like work or something more original.

“I wasn’t feeling well, I was going through the loss of my mother and I was doing shit with myself, until you found me and you would refuse to leave my side until I smiled and promised to work out on those issues” he chuckled as he explained, remembering how you two met.

“I hope I wasn´t too much of a pain in the ass” you joked, soften by his answer.

“Well maybe at first but I ended up liking it” he replied a nostalgic smile, you chuckled; you could imagine the scene, you sticking to this brooding guy and doing everything you could to make him happy.

“When you´ll come back home I will show you pictures you took of us and I will tell you about them, it could help” he offered looking at you with hope, ‘home’ you wondered what it looked like.

“Sure, I´d love that” you replied with a sweet smile, he was being so nice and patient with you.

“When can you leave the hospital?” he asked his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he wanted to do everything he could to help you.

“Oh, I don´t know they didn´t tell me...”

“Ok, I´m gonna ask them, you will be better at home than here anyway.” he declared, quickly getting up to get an answer from a doctor; you could tell he was really eager to bring you back ‘home’ but you were not so sure about it, you forgot all your life with Joe, this home no matter how much you liked it before was now completely foreign to you, and it also meant you would have to live with Joe, even if he was being nice, you didn´t see yourself living with a stranger, especially if you used to be very intimate with him, it was probably stupid thoughts but what if he wanted intimacy with you while he remained a complete stranger to you? You were pushed out of your thoughts as Joe came back.

“They said that you can leave tomorrow.” he announced trying to hid the excitement in his voice, but you could feel how excited he was; if the doctors had said now, he would probably be carrying you to the car this instant, although it was sweet it only increased how nervous you felt about living in an unfamiliar place.

“Joe, there´s huh...I´m not sure I want to live with you yet...” you confessed truthfully, you wanted to be honest with him, it was heard for you to keep eye contact with him, you knew these words would hurt his feelings.

“What do you mean?” he cut you off frowning, hurt in his voice.

“No, no don´t take it badly!” you quickly clarified, you didn´t want to hurt him more than you already did, shit, you felt so ashamed.

“It´s just that everything is unknown to me right now and I´m gonna live in a home that even though it´s mine won´t feel like it because I have forgotten, and that is already very stressful to me right now and...” you started feeling panic build in your chest.

“So, you want to get used to the place first. And then me.” Joe stated, his tone calm; he put his hands on his hips, looking at you in the eyes to be sure of what you meant.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I hope you understand, or maybe I can go to a hotel and come sometimes ho-”

“No. I get it; it´s fine. I can take a room at a hotel, and you stay in our house, when you´ll get comfortable and change your mind about me, I´ll come back.” he replied on a casual tone, you scanned his face to be sure he was okay with it, and you were surprised to find that he didn´t seem offended, you still felt embarrassed about it though.

“Thanks Joe” you gave him a grateful smile, but fidgeted your fingers with embarrassment. There was an awkward silence after that, as if the connection you had built in a few minutes ago had disappeared.

“Okay, I have to go. I´ll pick you up tomorrow morning.” Declared giving you one last look before leaving, you didn’t have time to answer to him that he had already left, he was probably very busy; you sighed relieved that he was so understanding.

Joe headed back to his car, he felt numb, as if he was still processing the conversation you had; everything felt so strange that he was even questioning it had happened. As he arrived to your home, he tried to replay the whole discussion in his mind, trying to understand. As he unlocked his door, he remembered the face you had when he came back from talking with the doctor, there was something different in your eyes, and as you had spoken, he had realized that you still didn´t trust him that´s why you didn´t want him in the same house.

But why would you not trust him!? He had been nothing but kind to you since you woke up. What has changed? Why weren’t you seeing him like before?

He looked around, your home which was a few days ago full of life, happiness and love was now empty, and grey, he clenched his jaw, maybe that going somewhere else could help him to put things into perspective.

Actually, he wanted to get out of here as fast as possible, he couldn´t bare this place without you. He hurried upstairs, picked up a bag, then went into the bedroom to take some clothes, he didn´t even look at what he took, he just wanted this to be over with. His breathing was getting faster and faster, he could hear his blood pounding in his ears, and it was getting louder and louder.

“Now where´s that fuckin´ pajama!” he cursed, looking around, then he remembered it was in the bed, he opened the sheets to take it, frustrated tears in his eyes; but as he grabbed his pajama, he realized yours was next to his. He froze, his hand was shaking as he seized it, he collapsed on his knees against the bed and buried his face in your clothes, it still had your scent, as if you had just left a few hours ago, why couldn't you remember!?

He wanted his pain to go away, it was too much, he felt like his whole body was going to explode...that´s when these thoughts started to come back and he just couldn´t resist, he had sworn to you he wouldn´t hurt himself again but you didn´t remember so what was the point anyway!? He searched in his pockets for the pocket knife he always carried with him, and when he found it, he opened it, frowning as he looked at the blade, he had resisted its call for so long, but he couldn't anymore, it was all too much.

“Fuck this...” he rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, and cut several areas of his forearm, clenching his fist as he felt the pain spread through his arm, he watched with a morbid fascination his blood starting to come out, drops sliding on his skin, he rejected his head back, it felt so good, so relieving but quickly he felt tears again, rolling down his cheeks, now he had broken his promise and he had lost you forever, what was he going to do? He felt so lonely, since the death of his mother, you had been the only one left who loved him, he hugged tightly your cloth as he violently sobbed...

I´M NOT SORRY

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chonisbestmistake · 5 years ago

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Can you make an angst scenario where Jisoo is heartbroken because she thought the reader was cheating on her.. but the reader actually wasn’t. To make it up, there would be smut.. with dom!reader and sub!jisoo. For details of smut; overstimulation, strap on ( for reader ).. or do however you like! Thank you! Love your work so darn much.. I’m obsessed with you honestly.

I`m late but welp, it took a while, sorry. I`m not a big fan of straps, so you`ll get something different instead:)

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, choking.

Jisoo was always a calm person.

She never screamed, she never threw furniture or plates when she was upset.

She was never a one to provoke or get angry.

She never did any Jennie-type things when being mad.

Jisoo liked to think it through, sitting with a cup of tea or a cold coffee.

She liked to be the most reasonable one. Cold-headed.

She handled things silently, by herself, no matter the issue.

Your relationship was easy at this point, perfect even.

Lisa was always envious seeing how you two were never mad at each other while she had to deal with screaming Jennie at 4 am.

She still didn’t find the right way to approach her upset girl.

And Jisoo?

Jisoo was smart.

And she instantly realized what she had to do when you were being unreasonable, an annoying ass or just acted like a bitch.

She treated you with a complete silence until you realize your mistake and rectify matters.

It was easy - your silent ‘quarrel’ routine. And you got used to it pretty quickly.

She was suddenly being nonverbal? You looked back at your actions and everything was fixed in a minute.

But you didn`t know this side of her had a huge disadvantage.

Until now.

You should have known better and just ask her what her problem was.

But you were too stubborn to submit. Especially if she was being unreasonable?

She has been treating you with silence all-day and you were sick and tired of her little nods and hand waves. What a communication with your girlfriend!

You`ve revised all of your actions, all conversations, events - none of it gave you an answer to what was wrong.

You even asked the girls for help but they were just as clueless as you because Jisoo refused to explain anything to them.

You felt horrible and couldn`t even work to the fullest today.

Each time you heard her voice when she was talking to someone but you - it was breaking your heart.

Yet that was also making you furious.

By the end of the day, you were fed up with her silence and decided to finally give up and ask her what was wrong.

All five of you were watching a movie and you couldn`t help but huff angrily when Jisoo answered Rosie`s question and didn`t even look your way when you addressed her.

When you yanked her off the couch and dragged to your spare room she yelped but obeyed.

Jennie was about to complain at your sudden outburst but stayed silent when you sent her a death glare.

Shutting the door, you slammed Jisoo against the hardwood, enjoying the way her eyes filled with black - a sign that she was ‘falling’ too quickly.

“What was that, Jisoo? Answer me” You husked in her ear and felt her shivering.

“What was what?” She whispered back, looking away and definitely trying not to fall deeper into the subspace. You grinned.

“Oh, are we talking now? Interesting.” You tilted your head to the side, your lips brushing the skin of her neck teasingly. She didn`t answer again.

“Don`t play with me now. What did I do to deserve a treating like that?” A knee between her hips made her breathe in desperately. “Hmm?”

“Really? Ask your friend Daniel, he seems to know everything, doesn`t he?” Her brows furrowed when she looked at you again and you hummed, noticing how her eyes fell to your lips to follow the sound.

“Is it about him really? Is someone jealous I’ve been spending my free time with my best friend?” You cooed teasingly but frowned when a shadow crossed her face.

“Best friend? Yeah, with benefits it seams.” She whispered quietly, but you heard her loud and clear.

“What the hell Jisoo! Are you calling me a cheater now?” You couldn`t believe her. The shock was written all over your face.

She crossed her arms, looking away without a word and confirming your assumption.

“Oh my God, Soo, this is so uncalled for! I would never…You know what, I don`t even want to talk to you now, go-ahead, ignore me all you want.” You stood back, freeing her from your grasp, and turned away.

She gulped, fear rising in her chest as she realized her mistake. She stepped forward and you could swear she wanted to touch your back but stopped halfway through.

“I’m…No! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that! You were just spending too much with him and I don’t know what came over me, but these images of you with him alone made me so angry, I didn’t know what to do. And then Lisa said you two spent a whole day in your room when I was away, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about that…I’m sorry. I thought that maybe I wasn’t enough for you anymore and…” She was stuttering so much and it made your heartache. So you just turned around and looked into her sad eyes, silencing her with your intense gaze.

“You would never not be enough for me, Soo.” Your low voice made her jump slightly. You assumed she was afraid of you leaving her now, so you just stepped forward and kissed her lips passionately, erasing all of her doubts.

“You’re not mad at me?” She asked when you parted, trying to regain her breath.

“Oh, I am so mad, Soo. I was suffering for a whole day for something I didn’t even do. Do you think you’ll get away with it so easily? With just a kiss?” She swallowed nervously, getting lost in your eyes. “Nuh, baby. You’ll gonna get punished and I’ll make sure you learn your little lesson. Are we clear?” You brushed her ear lovingly with your fingers and smiled sweetly, knowing exactly that it was driving her insane - the contrast between your voice, your attitude and the meaning you put into your words.

“Uh…” She hesitated and you waited patiently, arching your eyebrow in question. “Yes, we are.”

“Good.” You brushed her face out of the way and kissed her forehead gently. “Now get on the bed and wait for me.” This sentence was slightly bolder and your low voice made Jisoo obey instantly.

She stripped off her clothes and hurried to climb on the bed, facing the wall. She knew the rules so damn well.

Her bare skin was calling for your attention and you turned away before you could lose control.

You made your way to the wardrobe, pulling out the black silk blindfold and smirking to yourself.

Your touch to her back shocked her a little because she didn`t hear you come close, but the moment her eyes were covered by the black piece of silk, she sighed almost in relief, shivering when your warm breath hit her neck.

“How are we feeling yet?” She hummed, nodding a little and you smirked, warmth spreading in your lower abdomen.

“Use your words, Soo.”

“I`m good.”

She answered in English and you chuckled, your fingertips dancing along her spine.

She always switched between different languages when being in a subspace. Her brain seemed to work on another level at those moments and you absolutely loved it.

“Now lie down and spread your knees for me.” You husked in her ear, brushing your fingers through her hair gently.

She did just that when you pulled back, giving her space to move freely. You sat down for a moment, admiring her incredible body in silence.

Jisoo squirmed beneath you impatiently, lifting her hips up a little. You ignored her, not giving her the slightest touch and removing your clothes instead.

“Y/N?”

“Shh.”

Your palms found her knees, pulling them apart slowly.

“This is your punishment, remember?”

She didn`t answer yet again when you hovered over her neck, giving it a light bite and leaving a trace down her collarbone with your tongue.

“You were silent all day, baby, I need to hear your pretty voice.”

A moan finally escaped her lips when you reached her chest, diving right into teasing her with soft kisses. You paid special attention to her nipples, enjoying little rasps flying from Jisoo`s mouth every once in a while.

Her abdomen was one of the many things you loved about her and you made sure she knew just that when you left a hickey right above her belly button, earning a low growl.

“I was supposed to wear a crop top tomorrow.” You pulled away, making her whine at the loss of the contact.

“Try again.”

She whimpered, squirming.

“Please?”

“That`s better.”

You bit her hipbone and Jisoo pushed her hips apart, even more, making you realize she was literally dripping already.

“Please.”

She used English again and you finally moved your lips lower, enjoying the taste.

Jisoo arched her back, sighing blissfully. She tried to wrap her legs around your head but you pushed her down, pressing her hips to the mattress.

You didn`t fasten the pace of your tongue even when she whined, feeling that your actions weren`t enough anymore to satisfy her needs.

You broke the character when her hand unintentionally flew to her clit, making you frown.

“What was that, Jisoo?” You stopped and looked at her properly. Her hair was in a mess, lips swollen and mouth agape.

You didn`t see her eyes, but she looked desperate and that was exactly what you needed.

“ I`m uh…It hurts. Please, I need you.” She whimpered, her fingers now squeezing the sheets. “Please.”

“And I’ve just started…” You dive into her again, adding two fingers this time and earning a small ‘Yes.’

You teased her for about a minute and then started to build up the pace. Jisoo seemed to forget about the girls in the living room and began using her vocal cords.

You didn`t give it a second thought, enjoying a sound and fastening your movements.

Jisoo seemed to be close to her peak when you suddenly stopped your movements, leaving her only with open-mouthed kisses.“No, no, no…” She huffed angrily but you reminded her who was in charge by slapping her hip slightly.

Her ‘No’s turned into pleadings and you literally felt her throb on your tongue. It gave you a headlight to start your motions and you repeated your work one more time, leaving her on the edge again.

“I`m losing my mind.” She rasped, breathing heavily and you grinned wickedly, feeling your tongue starting to hurt a little.

You moved up, kissing her lips eagerly and swallowing her moan when you entered her with three fingers this time.“Breathe, baby.” You whispered near her ear, instructing her to prepare herself for a final round.

She gulped, filling her lungs with air and you gave her some time to adapt to your quick movements.

You felt her walls tighten around your fingers and you sat up, hovering above her and fastening your thrusts.

Your other palm went up to her throat, your fingertips pressing into the skin of her neck and cutting off the oxygen.

She held her breath for a few seconds when you stretched her deeper, pressing your hips down to help your hand.

Choking was definitely a new thing for both of you but she insisted on spicing thing up and who were you to say no to her when she asked so nicely?

Her back lifted from the mattress and you caught one of her nipples with your lips, sucking and biting gently.

You felt her walls clench and Jisoo came undone, moaning loudly beneath you.

You prolonged her orgasm as much as possible, flicking your wrist and biting her skin.

When she fell down on the sheets, your hand left her throat and you kissed every fingerprint that was glowing bright red on her delicate neck. You removed your other hand, hearing Jisoo breath in and fill her lungs with air again, and lay beside her.

She took off the blindfold and turned to look you in the eyes, not being able to even move her body anymore.

She was breathing heavily and you smiled, seeing your favorite post-sex grin on her face.

“This was the best orgasm in my life.” She husked, her hand flying to her neck unintentionally. She looked surprised at the sound of her voice and you chuckled slightly.

“I sure hope it was. Don`t you dare treat me with your stupid silence anymore.” You kissed her lips passionately, intertwining your fingers.

“I would never.”

#blackpink scenarios #kim jisoo #blackpink x reader #jisoo x reader #blackpink headcanons #kim jisoo x reader

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