#i’ll close my eyes looking at the constructors standings

[eterniravioli]

my carnal desire for an oscar piastri first win could perhaps outweigh my mclaren haterism just this once

[freeuselandonorris]

💚 magic kiss either Oscar/Carlos or Oscar/Lando

omg ANON i had so little clue of where to start with this i had to panic crowdsource ideas from the gc (thanks guys!). then i decided to really challenge myself and write it as oscar/carlos even though i am not generally a carcar fan... unfortunately i must admit i had an absolute fucking whale of a time writing this lmao tysm for pushing me out of my comfort zone!

Carlos is waiting for him outside the FIA office after the post-race debrief with a face like a slapped arse. Rich, considering Oscar was the one who finished out of the points thanks to Carlos taking his front wing off on lap 32.

“I figured it out,” he says. 

Oscar looks at him askance, scrunching his nose. Behind him, Lando shoves his way past, catching Carlos on the shoulder with a squeeze as he does it. It makes a muscle on Oscar’s jaw twitch for no real reason.

“Remembered how to drive? Congrats.”

Carlos rolls his eyes and falls into step alongside Oscar as he tries to walk away. “No,” he says, insistent. He taps Oscar’s hand for emphasis, and Oscar stares at his forearm. There’s such a thing as having too much body hair. “It is a curse. A magnetism curse.”

“What?” Oscar scoffs. “Come off it. Reckon the FIA will cancel your penalty points if it’s a curse?”

“I am telling you,” Carlos says, but Oscar shakes him free. Magnetism curse. Honest to God, the excuses some people come up with.

-

Two weeks later, when Oscar locks up coming out of the pits on cold tyres and skids across the track straight into a bright red sidepod, he’s forced to admit Carlos may have been right.

He brings it up in the debrief, hesitant. Andrea tells him in no uncertain terms that, if his theory is correct, he needs to sort it out, and soon. Their position in the Constructors’ is under threat with only one car reliably scoring points.

“You know what the cure is, right?” Lando asks afterwards, smacking his gum. He looks unspeakably entertained.

“I’m not doing it,” Oscar says flatly. “I’ll just have to – drive better.”

“Uh huh,” Lando says, smirking. “He’s a goood kisser, you know. Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

Oscar waits until he’s left the room before he kicks the wall.

-

They’re separated by five cars in Austria, and Oscar relaxes all the way until Turn 3, when Alonso brakes hard in front of him and in the resulting concertina, Carlos’ front left tyre connects with his right rear.

Puncture, pit stop, strategy fucked. 

For fuck’s sake.

-

Carlos is in his room when he gets back, sitting on the edge of the futon and flicking through a copy of Autosport Oscar had been reading between the practice sessions. 

“Jesus,” Oscar says, stopping in the doorway. “Did Lando let you in?”

Carlos shrugs, which Oscar takes as a yes. He stands up without preamble, squaring his shoulders like he’s ready for a fight. 

Oscar shuts the door and sighs. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

There’s a bit of awkward jostling as they both try to line themselves up, heads tilting in the same direction and the toe of Carlos’ trainer butting up against his own. Oscar makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, and then Carlos’ hand is on his jaw, carefully angling his head.

His lips are annoyingly soft, as plush as they look. When his lips part and his tongue dips into Oscar’s mouth, he tastes of black coffee, bitter and unfamiliar. His hand – big, though not that big, on the scale of things – slides around to the back of Oscar’s neck, warm and secure. He bites down on Oscar’s bottom lip before he pulls away, tugging the flesh gently. Lando wasn’t wrong, he thinks, dazed.

“Well,” he says, stepping back. Up close, his eyes are so dark Oscar can see tiny reflections of himself in them. “Hopefully that has made the trick.”

“Reckon so,” Oscar says, and tells himself the tingling in his fingers and the throbbing in his chest is the curse leaving his body.

[duchesschameleon]

five (a Delphi Racing fic)

a percy jackson x formula 1 fic

pairing: percy jackson x annabeth chase

rating: t for teen

warnings: alcohol mention

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Percy lets out a shaky breath, foot bouncing on the floor.

One more race. Thats all thats left of this season, all that’s left for him to win a championship. One more race to beat Jason and solidify his place in history.

“Hey,” a voice calls out, pulling Percy out of his head. “You okay there?”

He looks up, sees the familiar face of Annabeth Chase, the head engineer and car designer for Delphi Racing popping into his room.

“I’m good. Just. Last race. Last chance to win this thing for you.”

Annabeth steps further into his driver room, smiles softly at him. “Win it for yourself, Seaweed Brain. Double points finish should wrap up the constructors championship for us. If my math is right, Jupiter Motors needs a 1-2 finish to beat us on that front. And that’s not happening, because I’ve got the best driver on the grid in my car.”

Percy smirks at her, sitting up a little straighter. “Best driver on the grid, huh?”

She rolls her eyes at him, faking exasperation. “I’m not saying it again. Not until you win this race.”

“Got it, Wise Girl. Win from pole and make it a grand slam?”

“Sounds like a good plan. I think that’s the Plan Alpha Grover has for you, if I heard the briefing correctly.”

Percy barks out a laugh, his nerves calmed by Annabeth’s presence, the way they always are.

“Thanks, Annabeth,” he says, standing up and taking her hand. “Guess I have a championship to win now.”

“Anytime, Percy,” she replies, squeezing his hand. “Go win your fifth championship, bring it home.”

——

He brings it home. Wins from pole, fighting off Jason Grace with all he’s got and manages to snag a fastest lap to complete the grand slam he promised Annabeth.

It’s a close race, the gap to Jason never bigger than 10 seconds, and the two swap positions the whole race. It’s a hard fought win, but it’s a win. His fifth world drivers championship in a row and Delphi Racing’s fifth constructors championship in a row.

It’s a new record, and one Percy already wants to beat next year.

“That’s P1 Percy Jackson! You are the world champion, and you sealed the deal with a grand slam!” Grover says through the radio, his excitement palpable.

“Holy shit, holy shit we did it!!” Percy says back to his race engineer. “Thank you so much, everyone! Couldn’t have done it without you, Grover and everyone in the garage!!! Holy shit!!”

“Congrats, Seaweed Brain!! That’s a fifth world championship! I’m so proud of you, everyone here is.” It’s Annabeth’s voice on the radio this time, her smile evident in her excitement.

“Thanks for the amazing car, Wise Girl,” he responds. “Tell me we got the constructors championship too?”

“We got it, you and Will both got on the podium. P3 for Will, he held off Zhang amazingly. I’ll see you on the podium, you’ve got some burnouts to do.”

“It’s a date.”

His radio clicks silent and Percy sticks a hand out of his car and signals to Jason Grace and Will Solace that they’ve been given the go-ahead for burnouts. He gets two thumbs up in response and immediately turns his car while hitting the break. Smoke goes up around him and he giggles, despite being a fully grown man. He giggles because he’s doing burnouts once again as the world champion and it’s the best feeling to have won this way, to have fought the whole season and have an actual competitor this year. He’s got no doubt in his mind Jason will be the one on the top step next year, Jupiter really challenged them and he’s a strong driver.

But not strong enough this year. This year, it’s Percy on top again. Percy who gets to walk out last and stand on that top step of the podium with Annabeth on the constructors podium.

They hear their anthems play, a sense of pride for both of them, and Percy stand straighter than he ever has in his life, still can’t believe he pulled off this Herculean task, but it’s real. It’s real, and his mom is in the crowd, crying happy tears as she holds his sister and leans into Paul, and his dad isn’t far away, eyes also wet with tears. It’s real and Annabeth is right there, just out of reach on her own podium, but looking at him with eyes full of pride and love.

And then it’s time for the champagne.

The anthems end and Percy can see Will putting down his trophy, switching it out for the champagne bottle at his feet that he starts to shake before slamming it on the ground, causing an eruption of champagne to flow out.

Percy grabs his own bottle, aiming the spray at his teammate as he gets doused from all sides, Annabeth joining the fray as well.

Jason’s good naturedly spraying all three members of the Delphi Racing team, his smile not quite reaching his eyes, but Percy knows from the cool down room that Jason had done everything he could, Percy was just better this race. So Jason sprays them, celebrates his P2 finish in the race and championship standings, having just edged out Will over the season.

Percy’s pulled out of his head by a shower of champagne down his back, Annabeth’s laughter right in his ear as she upends her bottle down the back of his race suit.

“Oh it’s on, Chase,” he says, shaking his bottle a little more before dumping it over her head, saturating her blonde curls in champagne.

“Percy!” she squeals, sputtering as the champagne runs down her face. “Oh my god, I’m gonna look crazy for the photos now.”

“You still look fine, you used waterproof makeup earlier,” he reminds her, arms slowly wrapping around her. “Now, I believe you owe me something,” he says, lips turning up into a smirk.

Annabeth rolls her eyes at his dramatic approach, but lets herself be tugged closer to Percy. “You’ve certainly fulfilled your end of the bargain,” she says, reaching to cup Percy’s cheek in her hand.

He can’t even think of anything to say in response, so he just crashes his lips onto hers, fulfilling a promise made at the start of the season.

“Win another championship for me, and the I’ll kiss you on the podium Seaweed Brain,” was the ultimatum Annabeth gave him during the first race weekend, when Percy whined about another season of keeping their relationship under wraps. And win he did.

It’s not their best kiss, Percy pressing hard into Annabeth, gripping her to him as they balance on the podium together, nearly empty bottles of champagne in hand, most of the liquid sprayed on the ground around them or clinging to their clothes.

No, it’s not the late night or early morning kisses shared on the beach, a kiss shared in his driver room before a race, or one behind their motorhome afterwards. It’s not filled with finesse, but it’s special because it’s one that tastes like champagne and winning and not hiding anymore. After six years, Percy can kiss Annabeth in public on purpose and not worry about the repercussions.

“Spray the lovebirds! They need to cool off!” Percy hears Will yell, feels the champagne spraying him. He wraps his arms more securely around Annabeth, poorly attempting to shield her from the onslaught of champagne.

“Took you long enough, Jackson!” Jason yells from the other side, also spraying them.

“Oh come on!” he protests, glaring at Jason over Annabeth’s shpulder. “We had our reasons!”

“Yeah, and yet almost the entire grid knew anyways! Worst kept secret,” Will throws back.

“And yet, you all helped us keep it from anyone outside of the grid. I’d say best kept secret,” Annabeth retorts, raising an eyebrow at her other driver.

“Touché.”

“And now the secrets out,” Percy murmurs to Annabeth, drawing her attention back to him.

“Secrets out,” she confirms, smiling up at him, grey eyes sparkling. “What are you gonna do about it, Jackson?”

He doesn’t respond this time, just drops his champagne bottle to more firmly wrap his arms around Annabeth, hands splayed across her back as he pulls her in again and kisses her. Their lips pressed together, he dips her, arching her back as he smiles against her lips, the happiest he’s ever been.

Percy lets out a breath when he pulls back, this one steady when hours before it had been shaky. He smiles down at Annabeth, presses one more quick kiss to her lips before standing her up straight again.

He’s a five-time world champion. His team are five-time constructors champions. He’s dating the woman he’s had a crush on for longer than he probably realized and got to kiss her on the podium under a champagne shower. He’s got a pretty good life.

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 5.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

A/N: Shout out to my squad @ppersonna, @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @underthejoon for always spitballing ideas with me and reading over what I have written. I’m seriously so lucky to have my girls and my heart is so full with them around <3

Also the beautiful banner is by @xjoonchildx so now we have two gorgeous banners to alternate every other chapter! I’m so happyyyyyy!! Enjoy guys!

It's usually relaxed Sundays at the Yu penthouse like God intended them to be but instead this Sunday was filled with raucous screaming and over dramatic whining which you aren't exactly used to.

"Leena." Jin warns, almost as if he's speaking to a child. 

You watch as your best friend takes the stuffed animal you won at the Fall Festival out of it's cardboard box before chucking it back onto your unmade bed. It's her act of defiance and it warms your heart slightly to know how much she loves you.

"Relax, would you?" Jin asks, wrapping a painting of yours in bubble wrap.

"No." She huffs out as she folds her arms. 

You find yourself smirking as you wrap your arms around her. She stiffens slightly before melting into the hug and rocking you from side to side.

"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!" She chants bitterly as Jin sets the painting against the wall.

"Why don't you tell us about your date with Taehyung?" Jin offers, trying to take her mind off of it.

"No." She replies childishly as she hugs you tighter.

Jin sighs gently as he picks up the contract. It's a thick packet with words and legal jargon you find yourself unable to understand.

"I'm going to go read this in the living room. Leena, come with me." Jin commands and she pouts at you as she pulls away.

"At least he bought her pretty things." She grumbles to your other best friend as she follows him out of your bedroom.

You sit on the edge of your bed, taking in the almost empty room. Your heart feels heavy in this moment. It's been almost six years since you moved into this apartment with Leena. 

This new journey will be the start to something extremely different from your norm. This will be the first time that you won't be seeing your best friend everyday, or when you wake up in the morning. It's jarring and more importantly frightening.

You had already quit your managerial position at the hospital, you've already packed up all of the things deemed "acceptable" for Yoongi's home. It really is a new path for your life.

Your parents loved you so very dearly from when you were quite young. They always knew what to say and what to do, always pushed for you to do the right things quite like them. They worked so hard for you to have a better life than they did when they were young. 

You can only hope to be as good of a parent as they were. 

Telling them you were pregnant was terrifying at first. You expected them to be disappointed with you. But, surprisingly, they were supportive. It was incredibly comforting, because no matter what happens you could count on them.

Looking down at your flat stomach, although you don't look different, you feel different. With a sigh, you close your eyes for a fraction of a second before taking in a deep breath.

Everyone keeps telling you to be strong, to have strength and everything will work out but unfortunately it isn't that easy. 

"Hey Y/N." Jin whispers as he leans against the door frame.

Opening your eyes, you give him a smile to try and tell him you're alright.

"The contract looks good. Namjoon did right by you." He tells you, holding up the packet and a pen.

You hold your hands out and he enters the room.

You can hear Leena's feet stomping down the long hallway as you put the packet on your lap. 

She arrives in the doorway with a martini in hand and you tilt your head to her as she scowls. 

"You can't have sex? Is he serious?" She scoffs.

You give a smirk as you sign the contract, "Seems like it. I asked him if I could have sex with him because he's the father and he sat there and literally told me he doesn't understand why I would have sex if I'm pregnant. He seemed repulsed." 

"I'll punch him in the dick." Leena murmurs into her martini glass.

"Yu Leena." Jin scolds as you set the pen down on your lap. 

"What?! He's a huge fucking dick suck." She says waving him off with her hand.

Both you and Jin snort loudly and he lays his head on your shoulder before hugging you tightly. 

"I'm gonna miss you, princess." He whispers.

"Me too." You mumble as you wrap your arms around his.

"Shouldn't you let the madam buy the child's furniture?" Yoongi hears Maya ask over his shoulder as he scours through the furniture website.

"If her ability to pick out furniture is as bad as her clothing or her shoes, my heir will end up sleeping in a rickety old basket made out of straw and hair." He retorts as she hands him his Irish coffee.

He hears her gentle sigh and he knows it's because somehow, something he said had disappointed her.

"What's wrong, Maya?" He asks as he locks the iPad, throwing it on the other side of the couch to look up at her.

She hums undecidedly before looking down at him as he sips his coffee, "Maybe try to be nice to her. She's going to have a hard time being pregnant in this household with your wife here." 

Her suggestion makes a shiver run up his spine. Just hearing the word pregnant sends him into some deep spiral.

Maya always has been kind hearted. She's always been understanding of others. Even if they don't deserve it.

Like with Sera, Maya will bust her ass to try to make the leech smile even if she gets sneers and snarky remarks in turn. 

She's too pure for this world. Too amazing for this cheap lifestyle.

"I am being nice to her. She gets to move in here." He responds as he sets the coffee cup down on his marble table.

“Min Yoongi.” Maya breathes out above a whisper before closing her eyes.

He watches her brow furrow with shame and he clears his throat uncomfortably before looking around the open gallery of the mansion to try and find any reason for her to leave.

“I didn’t raise you this way. You know that.” The older woman chides as she dusts off some of the priceless paintings that line the walls beside where he sits. 

He lets out a gentle snort as he leans back into the chaise lounge. 

“At least someone raised me, right?” He quips to her as he looks out the bay windows.

The garden seems well tended as of late, after the last fiasco with the uneven hedges he appreciates how much work his new gardeners have put into it.

He begins to wonder what you enjoy, what your hobbies are besides getting pounded in the back of your best friends club. Do you enjoy the finer things? Like yachting or horse racing? Do you even know what they are? Just how sheltered are you?

“What do poor people like? Swap meets?” Yoongi asks as he watches the rose bushes sway in the wind. 

“Yoongi.” Maya whispers dejectedly and he turns his head to her before shrugging. 

“Just asking.” He murmurs as a sparrow lands on the marble bird bath beside the window. 

“Why don’t you just try to get to know her? Ask her things like that without being rude.” Maya replies as she turns to him.

With a grimace, he finishes his coffee before handing the cup to her, “Why do I have to get to know her?”

“Oh my goodness.” Maya mumbles as she leaves the gallery. 

The billionaire watches her leave before slowly turning back to the window to stare aimlessly for a little while longer.

He's always been so jaded, always been so absolutely fucking ruthless because if he didn't protect himself from the outside world who would?

And even if it causes rifts, he just has to be this way. Because you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.

The sounds of construction break him out of his thoughts. The contract must have gone through to Namjoon, if your room was already being renovated. Kira must have called and set up everything like she was supposed to.

It's a good thing she isn't just good for her tight snatch. 

Standing up with a groan, he stretches high up to the ceiling. He can hear and feel his bones popping and groaning to welcome a new day in front of him.

As he steps onto the heated marble flooring of the second floor, he knows he should be getting ready for work yet instead his curiosity begins to eat at him. 

What is your room starting to look like? How about the kids room? 

Walking past his walk-in closet, he can see dust and wood shavings on the floor in the hallway. His first thought is to curse out the constructors and threaten them if even a single wooden shard enters his room. But, before he can even open his mouth the shrill voice of his wife enters his ears.

"MIN YOONGI!" He can feel his brain rattling around in his skull, like a cry for help. He sighs loudly, it's really not a surprise that she can be even louder than the construction right in front of him.

Turning to her, he takes in her half asleep look. Her sleeping mask is stuck to her forehead, her black hair jutting out on all sides as she narrows her big, doll-like eyes at him.

"Some people are trying to sleep!" She screeches from the entrance of her wing in the mansion.

He chuckles to himself at her disheveled state and proceeds into his closet to get ready for work.

It probably won't end at that. And, he is absolutely correct.

Peeling off his sleep shirt, his eyes meet his wife's through the mirror as she storms into the room.

"I need beauty sleep, asshole!" She yells at him and he stares at her for a fraction of a second before clicking his teeth and tilting his head.

"You don't need beauty sleep, I paid for that face, leech." He deadpans.

His body is quick to duck out of the way as she takes the nearest object to the door before lobbing it at his head. 

"Did you do as I told you?" She asks, watching him grab his crisp white work shirt.

He doesn't reply, which in turn makes her repeat the same question louder with a high shrill added to her tone.

She's always been impatient and bratty. Once which was endearing to him is now like nails on a chalkboard.

"Hello?! I'm speaking to you! Answer me, asshole!" She yells as she snaps her fingers in his face.

Pressing his tongue to his cheek, he lets out a gentle snort before taking a deep inhale through his nose.

"When do I ever just do as you tell me to, Sera? When has that ever been a goal of mine?" He asks as he grabs his pinstriped tailored pants to match his shirt.

"What? So you didn't?" She asks, clearly shocked.

"Of course I didn't, what are you? Insane? Stupid? I'm a dick but I'm not heartless." He retorts.

"No! Just heartless to me!" She cries out angrily and he chuckles to himself as he grabs a tie.

"I'm sure you'll survive." He mumbles as he pulls the drawer full of his watches open. He watches them spin on their platforms before picking a black Rolex that would go nicely with his pants.

"The plan was for you to make her say that she's my surrogate! Since I'm so beautiful and so famous, she would be carrying my child instead!" Just hearing her ridiculous plan again makes him almost as uncomfortable as the first time he heard it.

In all honesty, as soon as those words left her mouth he didn't even entertain the idea. It seemed so wholly horrible and so absolutely fucking selfish. But, this is Sera we're talking about.

"That was your plan. You think I would ever force her or anyone to have to go in front of people and say their kid isn't their own? Jesus Christ. You really are a fucking leech." He spits out.

"But! But, she's going to use you for your money! She's going to ruin everything!" She screams above the incessant construction.

The sentence sends something akin to fire flaming throughout his gut.

"Well, leech, it's not like I'm not used to being used for my money. If anything you can teach her first hand what it's like to milk me like a money cow." Her mouth opens slightly, as if she's appalled by the notion.

It's then that his patience snaps like a thin twig beneath weight.

"Do you want to see my dick?" He asks briskly.

"Ew! What? No, of course not!" She yells at him as he gathers his clothes onto one arm.

"Then get the fuck out. I have to get ready for work." She stomps her foot loudly as if in protest but he brushes by her without a word back to his bedroom.

"Fucking money grubbing leech." He whispers to himself as he slams his bedroom door closed behind him.

Thursday nights were appointed for one thing in Min Yoongi's eyes. Poker.

The library which he barely ever entered as well as his wife that couldn't read more than ten words without having a seizure was always occupied on Thursdays. 

Usually, the other five members of his social circle were always present but today he only had the pleasure of four of them.

"I love that Maya deals." Taehyung chuckles as he pulls the pile of poker chips in the middle of the table towards him.

Yoongi snorts gently, clamping the cigar between his teeth tighter as he stacks his chips with one hand.

"Maya, can I please have some more ice?" Namjoon asks softly as he holds up the bucket.

"Oh of course!" She says quickly as she takes the bucket from him.

Taehyung and Jimin watch her leave before slyly smirking to Yoongi as he leans back in his chair with a groan. The way they look at him makes him feel like prey in a baron forest.

"What?" He murmurs as he pulls the cigar from his mouth.

The tips of Taehyung's fingers slide over the green felt table as he lifts his glass of whisky.

"I heard something interesting about you." He replies to his older friend.

Namjoon clears his throat uncomfortably as he crosses his legs beneath the lip of the table. 

"Oh yeah? What's that? Something about my board of trustees?" Yoongi asks with a laugh as he picks up his own glass.

"Not so much." Jimin murmurs as he ashes his cigar.

"Heard you got a girl pregnant." Yoongi chokes on his whisky as he hears Taehyung's smooth voice. His eyes widen and he spins his chair around to dab at his mouth. 

His blood runs cold as the hotel CEO chuckles behind him. It scares the ever living shit out of him and he hates that.

"Where'd you hear that?" He asks gently, his voice audibly shaking as he turns back around.

"A little after I pulled my dick out of Yu Leena's tight ass." Jimin snickers at the admission and Yoongi closes his eyes in defeat.

"You won't say anything, right?" Namjoon asks quietly as he looks over at his best friend.

Hoseok, Yoongi's other best friend since childhood had only recently found out about you and his heir. While he was surprised, he was always loyal to the CEO and Yoongi knew he could count on his silence.

"I definitely won't. I like it when Leena comes over and if I say anything she won't let me take her to France in two weeks." The Kisung Connected CEO sighs in relief at the younger man's admission.

Maya returns with the ice and it gets quiet for a bit, just the gentle sounds of ice clinking against glass and poker chips smacking into each other resound throughout the large library.

"Leena loves her, y'know. She never shuts up about her. I feel like I know her with how much Leena tells me." Taehyung says as he rubs two poker chips together between his fingers.

This peaks his curiosity as he begins to relax into the chair once more.

"What does she say?" Yoongi asks softly and he watches as Maya smirks gently. Her motions are soft and smooth as she deals the cards. 

"About Y/N? That she's really sweet and kind. She works really hard and enjoys simple things like most poor people." Humming inquisitively, he lifts his whisky glass to his lips to ponder that thought.

"Simple things? Like?" Taehyung rolls his eyes at Yoongi's question.

"Yeah. Simple things. She likes to paint and to watch romantic movies. She enjoys cooking and other poor people shit." 

He begins to wonder how well you can paint. If you were any good at it.

"She's really sweet." Namjoon adds and Yoongi grimaces in his direction.

Noticing his grimace, the lawyer shrugs with a smirk.

"Is she the girl that was with Leena on her birthday?" Jimin asks and both Yoongi and Taehyung nod at the same time.

"Oh dude! She's so fucking hot! I can't believe you got to her before me!" Hearing those words roll off of his friend's tongue sets him in an uncomfortable state.

His body leans away from Jimin's as he clutches the cigar tighter between his index and middle finger.

"So she's moving in here?" Jimin asks happily.

"In two days. Yes. We have to go to the doctor and then she'll be in the mansion." 

Hoseok nudges Namjoon as they watch their best friend move uncomfortably. 

Yoongi loosens his tie around his neck, his face and chest begin to feel incredibly hot and flush. He can feel the sweat building on his hairline as he uncuffs his cufflinks. 

"Maya." He whispers as he holds them out over the table. 

Swallowing thickly, he stares down into his glass as the ice clinks against the crystal sides.

"You're lucky she's moving in. Now you'll have constant pussy." Jimin says as he scrolls through Leena's Instagram. 

The concept is completely foreign to Yoongi, "She's pregnant. Why would I fuck her?" 

Namjoon chuckles to himself gently as he looks at his cards, he tosses a few chips into the center of the table before looking pointedly at his best friend.

"Because man, pregnant pussy feels so much better than regular pussy. Plus, she's carrying your baby. That's fucking hot." Yoongi sneers at Jimin, the corner of his upper lip flicking upward at the notion.

"You're a fucking short little weirdo, Park Jimin." Yoongi's sentence comes out just a bit more acidic than he means it to but he doesn't apologize.

If anything the small flames of anger seem to burnish brighter as Jimin chuckles to himself. Park has always been so sure of himself, so absolutely ruthless in getting what he wants. But, you weren't his to have.

"If you aren't going to fuck her right, can I?" He asks as he tosses chips into the middle of the table. 

Yoongi's hand grips into a fist, the edges of the chips he holds make uncomfortable indents into his skin as he focuses on Maya's face to calm himself down.

"Whoa. Jimin." Hoseok mumbles as Jimin laughs.

"Calm down hyung. I'm just playing with you. I'll just ask her out on a date and we'll see where it goes." Yoongi chuckles to himself.

He can't begin to understand why it bothers him so much to hear those words. Maybe it's because you're being treated flippantly or maybe it's because you were his. Or, should be his anyway. You were having his child. Doesn't that make you off limits?

But he was better than this. He was better than letting small, simple things beneath his skin.

"She won't say yes. She's pregnant with my baby." He says as he chucks his chips into the center of the table roughly.

"We'll see. If she does say yes, just know I'll treat your baby mama with a lot of respect...as I rearrange her guts with the head of my cock." Jimin and Taehyung chortle loudly as they knock their shoulders into one another. 

Scoffing gently, he downs the rest of his whisky before wiping the back of his hand over his lips.

It takes all of his restraint to not get out of his chair and punch the shorter man in the face. It takes every single ounce of strength to just stay seated and look as if he's calm while on the inside he's burning bright with red hot rage.

"You watch your fucking mouth, Jimin. She's the mother of my child." He says as he points his finger over the lip of his glass at the younger man.

The laughs die down as they notice just how deadly serious he is. 

"Oh, now you care about her? Seemed like she was going to be just another leech ten minutes ago." Jimin chuckles as he speaks his words and Namjoon's eyes flutter shut in defeat.

"Yeah well, if she was to be a leech. She would be my leech. Not yours. You watch your fucking mouth when you talk about the mother of my baby in this fucking house, do you understand me?" He doesn't even understand where this rage is coming from. He can't begin to process it, but he doesn't miss the smile that creeps onto Maya's face as he defends your honor.

Jimin holds his hands up with a laugh as he clenches his cigar between his teeth. 

"Calm down Yoongi. I'm just fucking with you. I don't want to fuck your poor baby mama, alright?" 

Namjoon sits up fast as Yoongi goes to stand up, "Let's just all relax. Calm down." He tells his best friend as he puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Get out." He says aloud as he brushes Namjoon's hand off his shoulder.

Jimin looks up at Yoongi as Maya gently sets the cards down on the felt table. 

"Oh Yoongi. Come on, I was fucking around." He says half heartedly.

"I'm done for the night. Get the fuck out." He burns his cigar out before opening up the library doors.

Everyone stands and thanks Maya softly before heading out one by one. Yoongi catches Jimin by the shoulder as he leaves last.

His hand clasps roughly around his skin and Jimin cringes at the sharp pain, "You keep her fucking name out of your goddamn mouth. Do you understand me? Don't you dare ever disrespect her in this household again. Or, I'll release those pictures of you at your bachelor party to Dispatch. You keep your dick away from where it doesn't belong in this house."

The threat sends Jimin's eyes widening a fraction before he collects his composure, "I got it. Relax." He says before pulling his shoulder away and patting the older man's arm.

Taking a deep breath, he looks around the library before meeting Maya's gaze as she clears the cards off of the poker table.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that nasty stuff." He apologizes and her nose wrinkles sweetly as she smiles.

"Now that, that is how I raised you." He smirks gently at her praise before pocketing his hands and looking down at the floor.

"Can you order some paint brushes and canvas?" He asks softly.

"Oh of course! For you? You don't paint." Maya asks, her voice is riddled with confusion as she stacks the poker chips back in the oak box.

"No, I don't but Y/N does." He mumbles and Maya smiles widely before nodding. 

"Of course I'll order her some painting materials! That's a great idea, Yoongs!" Seeing her, the woman who has raised him, get so excited about it makes him feel almost drunk off of delight.

But, then he gets brought down to Earth once more as he hears his wife giggle from the kitchen. 

"Thanks, Maya." He mumbles as he sets off to his wing of the mansion. He eyes Hoseok chatting up his wife as they both lean against the bar and he snorts to himself in disbelief. At least someone would be getting laid tonight.

The problem with having a wife that sees other people is just how loud sex can get when you're not involved. 

At one point Yoongi craved to be in Hoseok's position. He was dying to get in between Sera's legs albeit she was annoying and bratty since they were kids. He had a genuinely real crush on her that dissolved into distaste and pure hatred in a matter of moments.

Even across the whole mansion, he can hear her getting fucked like there's no tomorrow and he grimaces while turning to the window as he lays in bed. 

"Music up to ninety percent." He calls out in the room and the volume of the classical piano piece rises quickly to drown out the feral noises of sex from the other wing in the mansion.

Pulling out his phone, he begins to scroll through Instagram before finding Leena's page. There were so many posts with just you and her or you, her and Seokjin. Your smile was pretty. He takes into account that you haven't really smiled around him all that much but he can understand why. 

He can remember your giggle too, when you were in Namjoon's office. It was soft and gentle, like hummingbird wings. The noise instantly made him relax and he can remember how his eyes fluttered shut just upon hearing it.

You weren't a bad person. You weren't trying to trap him-- he could see it on your face when you had lunch. You were genuinely mortified. So fucking frightened. And, even though he doesn't know you, you don't deserve that.

You don't deserve to be terrified of him or anyone. 

He can see in most of these pictures, you're wearing borrowed things. The Chanel, the Balenciaga, the Gucci-- it was all Leenas and none of it was your own. 

How fucking depressing must that be? Did Leena make you wear her clothes or did you ask her to borrow some in order to not feel poor and unworthy around others? 

Sighing gently, he presses his face deeper into the pillow as he continues to scroll.

Maybe he shouldn't treat you like another Sera. But, he doesn't trust a single person. He's learned to lock his heart away in an iron cage after Sera so brutally stepped on him.

He's not sure if he could ever truly open up to someone else that isn't the woman who raised him.

Next Chapter --->

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Le Paon Part 4

(Here’s another part of the Le Paon AU! Tell me what you think and if you want more!)

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 5

Felix didn’t bother hiding his scowl as he marched straight to his father’s office. Sitting in a room with nothing but the monotone voice of underpaid teachers blandly explaining things he’d mastered at the age of five gave him plenty of time to stew about the events of today’s akuma. 

Adrien, smartly, didn’t question his intentions, instead quietly shuffling for the stairs. 

Nathalie, foolishly, stood in front of the door, arching her brow.

“You’re father’s busy right now, Fe-”

“Can it, Sancoeur. I’m not in the mood.” He grit, pushing right past her and ripping the door open.

Gabriel stared down at his computer screen, unblinking, no doubt sketching another design that would look to be inspired from a trash bin. 

Felix curled his hands into fists. The man didn’t so much as glance his way! Did he even care about what happened?

“What was that!” He yelled. 

Gabriel looked at him then, a sharpness in his eyes that made Felix falter for only a moment.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” 

Felix rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Adrien’s out of range so drop it. You nearly killed at least half a dozen people today, me included!”

Gabriel sighed- as if he was the one being outrageous! “I can’t predict where the akumas rampage. If you’re so distressed about it, though, I’ll try to steer them clear of you next time.”

“Forget about the akuma getting to the school!” As annoying as that was. “We almost killed people today!” 

As far as he knew, they probably did kill somebody. “I thought this was supposed to be about the miraculous.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. “It is, but sacrifices must be made, Felix.”

Felix opened his mouth to argue, but Gabriel held up his hand to silence him.

“When we get the Ladybug miraculous, everything will be fixed. In the meantime, Ladybug has her ‘miraculous cure’,” A smirk- unsettling, at that -crossed his lips as he gestured to Felix’s chest, “As you’ve seen today.”

Felix tensed, his hand instinctively coming up to touch the previously healed injury from the fight. “How did you..” 

“I see what my akuma sees. I knew everything that happens during the battle.” Something in his tone sounded sinister to Felix. He couldn’t decide if the statement was a threat or simply new information.

“What about Adrien?” He asked next. His little brother might be a bit more naive, but he wasn’t stupid. They couldn’t keep this a secret from him forever. What happened if he found out first? What would he assume? What would he do? 

“He will know when the time is right.” Gabriel answered, turning back to his screen. “Now go finish your homework before your brother gets suspicious.”

Felix bit back a snarky response, spinning on his heel and leaving as told. He made sure to send Nathalie an overly cold glare on his way out, which she returned with an ever-so-faint smirk. Gosh, he couldn’t stand that woman, acting so high and mighty simply because she worked for Gabriel Agreste when in reality she was only a brainless- and infatuated, apparently -puppet who scrambled after his every word. Disgusting.

He opened his bedroom door, and a flash of black zipped by. Felix blinked, reaching up to rub his eyes. Did the lights just black out for a second? Or was he seeing things now? This better not be a miraculous effect.

“Oh, hey, Fe. Done with Father already?” Adrien asked, taking Felix from his thoughts. 

“I only had a few questions to ask him.” He replied, hanging up his bag and turned slightly, just enough for Adrien not to notice Duusu flying into his vest pocket.

“Huh. I thought you’d take longer than that. You looked pretty mad.” 

Felix shrugged, passing the room to lounge on the couch. 

He rolled his eyes when he caught a glimpse of Adrien’s computer screen. “You’re reading that tabloid?” 

Adrien swiveled around in his wheely-chair, clicking the “minus” button on the Ladyblog. “It’s not a tabloid, Felix. All information on the Ladyblog is fact checked and straight from the heroes.”

Felix scoffed, settling on the couch with his book. As if any reporter would ever be that genuine. People who went into that business were nothing more than talent-less idiots desperate for a scrap of fame. 

“Come on, you don’t want to know about Paris’ heroes?” 

“No.” He knew enough about them already, like the fact that Ladybug’s insecure despite being more than capable of her job, and that she probably hated his guts after what he did that morning.

Adrien sighed and turned back to his computer screen. “Well, I think they’re cool. Sucks that the Le Paon guy turned out to be a jerk.”

Felix sat up at that, nearly dropping his book on the floor. “What did you say?” 

“Oh, you’re interested now?” Adrien retorted, rolling back to show him the computer. 

An image of his alter ego clearly kicking Ladybug in the chest resided on the screen, and Felix winced. Adrien kept scrolling, revealing picture after picture of their fight. Who took these? How did he not notice a random citizen taking his photo?

The horrifying collection ended with a video of Alya Cessaire talking with none other than the citizen he saved from The Constructor’s wrecking ball.

~Yeah, I guess he saved me, but who’s to say he wasn’t the reason I was in danger in the first place?~

Note to self: Maybe we should just let the civilians fend for themselves. Felix thought bitterly, though he knew they had a point. It’s hard to appreciate someone saving you when that someone is also the cause of your peril. 

“I heard he even tricked Ladybug into thinking he was a hero before trying to take her miraculous. How can someone be so cruel?” Adrien said, shaking his head.

“Well, neither of us were there.” Felix found himself saying. “Maybe we don’t have the whole story.”

Like their mother currently laying underneath their mansion in an incurable coma, and the possibility of her being saved if the two miraculous were brought together. 

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. “Fe, he lured her into a false sense of trust for his own personal gain. Only a villain would do something like that.” 

You don’t have to remind me. He mentally groaned. The way Adrien talked made Le Paon sound like some sort of monster. Maybe he was.

“I suppose.”

“Hey, what’s up with you today?” Adrien frowned. “You’re normally the ‘logical’ one here.” 

Felix pulled a small smile. “I’ve been preoccupied is all, adjusting to school life and all of that.”

Adrien hummed. “I guess that makes sense. Anyway, since you’re in a talking mood, what do you think about Chat Noir? He’s pretty awesome isn’t he?” 

Felix tisked, rubbing his side. He remembered the blonde’s staff more than the hero himself. “A good fighter, I’ll give him that, but he’s also reckless. He doesn’t think things through when he attacks.”

Adrien sputtered, obviously trying to find an argument for the statement. 

“I- you -I thought you said you didn’t pay attention to the heroes.” He finally replied with crossed arms. Why did he look so offended?

“I don’t. It’s just an observation.” Felix stated, picking up his book to resume reading. 

“Whatever.” Adrien grumbled, turning back to the computer.

Felix rose a brow, but didn’t bother questioning the shift in mood. Adrien was the one that asked about his opinion. If he didn’t like it, then that was his problem. 

~~~~~~

“Did you guys see the pictures?” Claude asked eagerly, throwing his bag on the desk.

Felix sighed and closed his book. There was no point in trying to read when Claude started one of his stories. 

“The pictures on the Ladyblog?” Allan guessed. 

“Yeah! Credit to the awesome cameraman, of course.” The brunette grinned, straightening with pride.

“Claude, are you sure you should be that close to the fight? Someone almost got crushed yesterday.” Allegra frowned as she sat down next to Allan.

Claude scoffed and waved his hand. “That’s what makes it interesting. Besides, I can’t let Alya down. Who else could get those awesome camera angles?”

“Well, there’s-”

“No one. That’s who.” Claude interrupted, placing his hands on his hips.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Was there a point to this conversation?” 

“Oh, yeah. Did you hear about Le Paon yesterday? What a jerk!”

Felix resisted the urge to face palm. He should have known better than to ask.

“I watched the video, but I didn’t understand what happened. They say the blue guy from yesterday was a villain?” Allan asked. 

“Le Paon and yes, he’s a villain working with Hawkmoth. Rumor has it that Ladybug thought he was a hero at first. Can you believe that? Tricking someone into believing you’re good just to literally kick them down? Even Felix isn’t that heartless!” Claude huffed.

Thank goodness the others were too invested in Claude to see Felix twitch. He couldn’t get a break could he? I mean, he deserved every word, but that didn’t make it any less aggravating. Was everyone going to remind him of his rash decisions this week? 

Allegra hummed, setting her chin on the back of her hand with an amused smile. “Someone more heartless than Felix? That is interesting. Maybe you should make a blog about Le Paon instead.” 

“As if. A blog about Le Paon would never be popular.” Claude replied matter-of-factly.

Allegra narrowed her eyes. “And how would you know?”

“Um, do you see any Le Paon blogs? Have you heard of any?” Claude continued before she could answer. “No. No, you haven’t. Case in point.” 

“Maybe no one’s thought of it yet?” Allan spoke up.

Claude threw him a light-hearted glare. “Don’t side with her.” 

Felix, for once, nodded in agreement. Alya and Claude were bad enough without Allegra and whoever she’d drag along on the scene. It was just more people to save and keep out of trouble, more distractions to keep him from Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“You know what, Claude? You’re on. I accept your challenge.” Allegra decided.

“What?” Felix and Claude asked in unison. Challenge? What challenge? Nobody initiated a challenge!

“I’m gonna make a blog for Le Paon, and you’re gonna sit there and watch the views skyrocket.” She stated, a determined gleam coming to her eyes.

Felix sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. How did he not see this coming? It’s only his luck that these three would inconvenience him in both his civilian and his miraculous life.

“That takes a lot of work, you know. You have to set up the account, find someone for the footage, work out names and contacts. Not to mention listing all of the sources..” He listed off, hoping to dissuade her.

Unfortunately, his words only fanned the flames. 

“Oh, so you’re doubting me too?” She asked, raising a brow.

“I simply-”

“No, I understand.” Allegra cut him off. “You guys don’t think I can make Le Paon a hit because he had a bad first impression.”

“I didn’t say that.” Allan said, somewhat sheepishly.

The blonde smiled, leaning forward to pat him on the head. “I know you didn’t. You’re safe.” 

Allan blew out a sigh of relief and went back to his music. 

“Anyway, I’ll be waiting for an apology when my blog drives Claude’s into the ground.” 

Felix rolled his eyes. So this was really happening. Wonderful. Perhaps Father could persuade some of the akumas to give the reporters a free pass? 

Claude scoffed. “Oh- oh, I see how it is. I was just gonna let you do whatever, but fine. May the best blogger win.” 

Allegra stood, narrowing her eyes with determination. “Don’t worry. I will.”

~~~~~~

Marinette stared down at the screen, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. What’s the nicest way to say “No” to someone?

“I don’t know, Allegra..”

“Come on, Nette, please.” The blonde pleaded. “Alya has a cameraman for her blog, and I need to out-do her.”

“Why me?” Seriously, why did it have to be her? Why not Allan? Or Felix? Or anyone else who didn’t have a miraculous and a crucial responsibility to protect Paris.

“You’re an artist, which means you have an eye for the best angles and such.” Allegra explained.

“I’m not that kind of artist.” Marinette sighed. “What about Nathaniel?”

You know, someone who actually knows a thing or two about angles?

“He’s too scared to run into the action with me. You’re the only one I’ve seen run towards an akuma fight aside from Alya and Claude!” 

Marinette grimaced under Allegra’s puppy-like gaze. There was a reason she ran into those fights! A very important reason that couldn’t be pushed to the side because of something Claude said earlier!

Her eyes flicked to the phone again, looking over the blue and purple-themed blog that had “Birds of a Feather” at the top. Honestly, why would Allegra even want to make a blog about Le Paon? He’s nothing but a manipulative liar who only cares about himself. 

Allegra waited patiently for her reply, though Marinette knew she wasn’t going to back down if her answer was “no”. If anything, she’d either continue to bug her or find another cameraman to get herself killed with.

“I’ll think about it.” She finally relented, ignoring the thump of her purse against her leg. At the very least, she might be able to steer Allegra out of the akuma’s grasp.

Allegra grinned and threw her arms around Marinette. “Thanks a ton! You won’t regret it, promise!” 

Marinette chuckled, hugging Allegra back. Tikki’s lecture was already playing through her mind. “You shouldn’t put yourself in complicated situations like this. You’re responsibility as Ladybug always needs to come first. At worst, you lied to your friend about being able to make time for her.”

In her defense, it’s not like she could just decline. Everyone knows that when Allegra’s mind is set, there’s no changing it. If she wanted Marinette to be her camerawoman, then that’s what was going to happen, whether it took Allegra constantly asking or “conveniently” finding her during akuma fights and throwing her the phone. That could jeopardize her secret identity. So, when you think about it, she had to help Allegra.

At least, that’s what Marinette told herself during the walk home. 

“Marinette, You forgot to do the dishes last night.” Her mother commented as she opened the front door to the bakery.

Marinette winced. “Ah, sorry Maman. I’ll go do them now.”

Sabine gave her a fond smile and nodded. “There’s a bowl of fruit on the dining room table to snack on while you work on your homework afterwards.”

Marinette kissed her on the cheek with a “thanks!” and headed upstairs. She’d start on the dishes as soon as she let Tikki out of her bag in her room. 

Pushing open her trap door, Marinette gently set her bag to the side and climbed the ladder. Tikki flew out of the unzipped top, fixing her with a displeased look as she pulled out her laptop.

“Marinette, you know better than to make promises you can’t keep.” The small, god-like being began, exactly as she had predicted.

“I know, I know, but what was I supposed to do? She wasn’t going to stop asking, and at least this way, I can keep an eye on her.” Marinette said, repeating the argument she’d prepared earlier.

Tikki sighed, zipping over to the plate of cookies on her desk. “But how are you going to manage recording the akumas and fighting them?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I.. I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

She opened her laptop and searched for Allegra’s blog again. Because of her internal freak out during the blonde’s request, she hadn’t been able to read the few posts Allegra made. It was a hope that she would have something useful on the mysterious villain.

How did she have time to make this? Marinette thought as she scrolled through the web page. Didn’t she say the argument took place that morning? “Birds of a Feather” already had a theme, introduction, and several pictures- albeit a bit blurry -from the news reports. Unfortunately, the blog didn’t have any new information for her.

“Marinette, you should do the dishes before you forget.” Tikki advised, munching on her second cookie.

Marinette, knowing she was right, sighed and stood up, leaving the computer on. She could always read through the blog later. Dishes shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes, anyway.

She walked back downstairs and turned on the faucet. While the water filled the sink, the dirty dishes were piled on the counter, and a clean space was made for the freshly washed ones. The purple dishrag twisted easily in her hands, letting the soap bubbles run over her fingers. 

Bells chimed faintly below, and Marinette pictured the customer that might be walking in. Maybe a young woman looking for sweets for her daughter’s bake sale. Or perhaps an esteemed gentlemen in need of a caterer to really sell his newest ideas at a business meeting. It might even be a little kid who’d wandered into the store. 

“I’d like two batches of truffles, please.” 

Marinette stopped short when a familiar voice echoed softly through the vents. 

“Of course! Anything else?” Her mother asked politely.

“No, that’ll be all, thank you.” 

Her dish slipped back into the sink. Was that.. Felix? That couldn’t be him, right? She couldn’t sworn Adrien mentioned his distaste for sweets the other day. 

Marinette swiftly washed and dried her soapy hands. Maman shouldn’t mind a small interruption as long as she finished the dishes at some point.

~~~~~~

Felix grumbled under his breath as he felt the car roll to a stop in front of the bakery. He thought that platter of truffles would last Duusu about a week, but she ate them all in one night! How could something so small eat so much? 

A soft bell chime greeted him as he pushed open the glass door, and the smell of freshly baked croissants prompted him to take a deep breath. 

“Can I help you?” 

A small, Asian woman stood at the cash register, offering him a smile that seemed vaguely familiar. 

“I’d like two batches of truffles, please.” He requested.

She nodded, her short, raven hair bouncing with the notion. It reminded him of two pairs of pigtails, one from a spotted heroine and one from a scatter-brained classmate.

“Of course! Anything else?” 

“No, that’ll be all, thank you.” 

The woman took his credit card for the payment and gave him the receipt. She then crossed the shop to a certain glass case and put his truffles in a bag.

“Felix?” 

Felix spun around, surprised to find bluebell eyes staring at him.

Speaking of scatterbrained classmates.

“Marinette? What are you doing here?” 

“It’s.. uhm.. It’s my parents bakery.” She replied, gesturing to the white words ingrained in the glass of the Cashier’s counter.

D-C Boulangerie Patisserie

D-C. 

Dupain-Cheng.

Felix face palmed. “Ah. Of course.”

Marinette giggled and closed the gap between them, choosing to lean on the counter as she asked, “What brings you here? I thought you didn’t like sweets.”

Felix ran a hand through his hair, mind suddenly blank. Why did he come here again?

A small shift in his pocket reminded him, but he couldn’t tell her about that little secret.

“Adrien likes sweets, and the personal chef took the day off for some family emergency.” A half truth. Both statements were accurate, though neither were the reason for his visit.

“Gotcha. Hope everything’s alright with the chef’s family.” 

He nodded, hiding his surprise by glancing at her mother again. (The relationship between the two explained the similar hair and smile.) To be honest, Felix hadn’t thought much about the chef’s situation. He just knew that they were gone, and it was inconvenient. 

Mrs. Dupain-Cheng picked that moment to approach them, bag in hand.

“You two know each other?” She inquired, an odd sparkle coming to her almond eyes.

“Maman, this is Felix. He just started attending our school last week. Felix, this is Sabine, my mom.” Marinette introduced, gesturing between them as she spoke. 

Felix extended his hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”

Sabine scoffed, taking his hand with both of hers. “Oh no, dear, call me ‘Sabine’. There’s no need to be so formal.”

He returned her soft smile and nodded. It was amazing, honestly. He’d thought Marinette was the only one who could be so warm and inviting, but this entire family screamed “welcome home”. Then again, he supposed she had to learn it somewhere.

“Oh! Marinette, why don’t you show him upstairs? I’m sure he’d love a tour.”

Felix tensed. A tour? Of what? 

“Uh.. sure, but does Felix have time for that?” Marinette asked, sparing him a glance.

The concern was reasonable. Adrien’s schedules were usually packed with lessons and photo shoots and other things Father assumed he needed. Felix, however, had the convenience of being on the business end of the company, meaning he didn’t have to model for their products. It gave him far more free time.

“My schedule is clear for the time being. What are we touring?” 

Duusu could wait for his truffles a little longer. Right now he wanted to indulge on the opportunity to see what exactly made the Dupain-Cheng household so open and relaxing.

Marinette perked up. “Just the house. I mean, you can see the big kitchen too, if you want.”

“I think I’ll save it for later.” He replied, a smirk crossing his lips.

She put a hand to her mouth as she chuckled and spun on her heel. “It’s right up the stairs.”

He followed her up the blue staircase, sliding his hand along the banner as he went. The layout reminded him of an apartment building, with the cracked, wooden floors and old carpet rolled out in the hallway.

Marinette stopped in front of a lone door and easily pushed it open. Felix walked in after her, stepping into another small hallway that led to a decent sized kitchen and family room. 

“This is our place. It’s sort of small, but I like to think of it as ‘cozy’.” Marinette said, stopping at the stairs just inside the house. 

Felix hummed, taking in the environment. A cream colored couch resided on the far left side of the room, with a tv sitting across from it and a small, white coffee table in between. Their kitchen was to the right, mostly counters with a few bar stools to create a useful table when necessary. The many windows shed light on it all, making him wonder how dark it must be at night. 

Next, she brought him up the other set of stairs to a trapdoor. A bit unusual, but Marinette didn’t seem to bat an eye as she threw it open and climbed inside.

The first minutes in the room were spent letting his eyes adjust. If he thought the living room below was bright, then this attic had to be the sun itself. Not to mention everything and anything was all one color: pink. 

“And this is my room.” Marinette announced, walking over to the desk that was tucked between a ladder and the crawl space above.

I can’t imagine it looking any different. Felix thought to himself. Her desk was cluttered with papers and pictures, some of her family, some of her friends, none of him. (Why that bothered Felix, he didn’t know.) Her vanity had a few trinkets on it- a semi-circle shaped box with a notebook inside, a brush, and a round bottle of perfume. A large chaise sat to the right of the room, next to a black, full-length mirror. Lastly, there was a mannequin that stood next to the mirror, wearing an interesting choice of clothing.

“Did you make this?” He found himself asking, feeling the fabric of the pink, fluffed out dress. It’s a design he’d seen yet, and Felix prided himself in memorizing the popular fashions around Paris, Agreste brand included, of course.

“That?” Marinette replied, coming to stand next to him. “It’s just something I’ve been playing with, but yeah, I made it.”

Playing with? The dress was obviously hand-sewn, but in a masterful, refined way. She’d practiced- no, perfected -this craft. The ruffles that started from the waist down were swept over each other like rose petals, soft and delicate. Two butterflies were sewn into the side, almost like ribbons. Each pattern was carefully aligned, spreading black flowers across the pink fabric. Not a single stitch looked to be out of place. This wasn’t something she was “playing with”. This was-

“Amazing.” He muttered. “This is incredible work, Marinette.”

A blush bloomed across her cheeks. “What? No, no- I mean, it’s not even finished yet.”

“Nonsense. This dress is better than most of the atrocities people try to present to my Father.” He insisted.

Her blush deepened, and Felix couldn’t help smiling at it. 

“Do you have any more of these?”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. “More of the dress?”

“More of your designs.” He elaborated, straightening to look at her desk full of papers. “I’m sure Father would love to see them.” 

“Your- the Agreste?- I mean, Monsieur Agreste? He’s gonna- my designs?” She sputtered, putting her arms around her face in an odd, box-like position. 

Felix laughed. “If you don’t mind.”

Marinette whimpered- he hoped out of nervousness. It wouldn’t be a good first impression in her home to make her uncomfortable.

“No- uh- It’s just.. What if he- he doesn’t.. Like it?” She asked, fiddling with her pigtails.

“Impossible.” He scoffed. “This dress alone proves how much raw talent you have, and it’s not even finished. If my Father doesn’t see that, then he might as well close his business right now.” 

Felix put a hand on her shoulder. “Marinette, You are unbelievably brilliant. Don’t cut yourself short.”

A bashful smile spread across her lips, but she nodded. “O-Okay. Let me find some that are finished though!”

His hand slipped off her shoulder as she scrambled off to her closet. He followed, ignoring the strange feeling of disappointment at the loss of touch. 

Clothes were thrown this way and that as she searched through the outfits, deciding which one to give him. A small pile had grown in the corner of the room by the time she finally found a suitable arrangement. Two, to be exact. 

“These are the ones I like best. I have the original sketches for them in a drawer, if you want those too.” She offered, handing him the outfits.

“That would splendid, thank you.” 

Marinette crossed the room again, giving him time to inspect the other creations she’d given him. The first was a white, turtle-necked crop top with a pink jacket and black, ripped up jeans. The other was another dress- this time light blue -that was, in a word, frilly. Nevertheless, the material was just as impressive as the outfit on the mannequin.

“Here are the sketches. If you need anything else..” She trailed off.

Felix took the sketches with a nod. “That’ll do perfectly.”

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Tikki quietly watched Felix and Marinette interact from the safety of Marinette’s bed. He’d never see her up there, and if he did, he would most likely assume she’s a toy. 

Her eyes narrowed when the blonde put a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. Something about him seemed.. Off. She couldn’t put her finger on it. There was a certain feeling about him that made her suspicious. What were his motives? Why was he there?

Marinette seemed happy talking to him, blushing and stuttering from his proposal. It was a sweet thing to do, really. Vouching for the ravenette’s designs would certainly help her career.

...but there was still that feeling!

Tikki huffed, zipping down to hide behind Marinette’s computer. The closer she got to him, the stronger the feeling became. Yes, she’d felt this before. It was unique. But where? Why did it bother her? 

Marinette walked over to her drawers while Felix studied the clothes she’d given him moments before. It gave Tikki the cover she needed to sneak over to the chaise. Sitting so close to the boy now, the feeling seemed to overwhelm her- a sensation rippling through her entire body. It wasn’t unsettling, though. It was.. Familiar.

Duusu.

“Here are the sketches. If you need anything else..” Marinette’s muffled voice trailed off, and Tikki peeked around the chaise just in time to see Felix take some papers from her. 

“That’ll do perfectly.”

Tikki frowned. Why would Felix have Duusu? Didn’t Marinette say he was the boy that taught her painting? He was just a high school student. How did he even find a miraculous? 

A buzzing interrupted them, and Felix pulled out his phone.

“Ah. I’m sorry to say I must be going. Father wants me home for homework and violin lessons.”

“You play violin?” Marinette inquired, clearly awed by the fact.

Felix smiled- a smile much too soft for one of Paris’ most wanted. “I do. It’s another talent he thought I should have.”

“Will you.. Do you think you can play for me some time? If it’s not too much trouble, that is.”

Tikki couldn’t help chuckling at her chosen, always so sweet and thoughtful.

The boy’s smile faded, but he didn’t show any contempt either. He looked more of.. Grieved. 

“I’ll have to think about it.” 

“Of course, I completely understand.” Marinette replied, obviously picking up on his shift in mood as well. “See you tomorrow?”

His expression softened again, and he nodded. “See you tomorrow.”

Tikki followed the blonde out of her room- as he insisted he remembered the way back- and made sure to stay well hidden. Marinette had a habit of letting her out of her bag when she thought no one was around. Maybe this boy did the same for Duusu. 

Sure enough, when Felix stepped out into the hallway, He took one of the truffles he’d purchased and stuffed it in his vest pocket. Someone who wore designer clothing wouldn’t put chocolate in their pockets so casually.

A few seconds later, a small voice piped up. “Mm, these are delicious! So much better than the bland ones your chef made!”

Tikki barely held back a gasp. She’d recognize that energetic voice anywhere.

“Hush, Duusu. Wait until we’re at home to talk, remember?” Felix scolded in a whisper, shooting his vest a disapproving look.

“Of course! I’m sorry.” Duusu apologized.

“It’s fine, just wait till later.” 

Tikki frowned. The character Felix had shown so far was nothing but respectful, solemn, and kind. None of those traits were usually found in a villain. So why would he help Hawkmoth? Why betray Ladybug’s trust and choose to fight for the wrong side?

“Oh, there you are, Tikki! Where did you go?” Marinette asked when she flew back to the room.

“Just checking something.” Tikki answered, going back to her plate of cookies. She didn’t want to tell Marinette about Duusu yet, not until she spoke to the Master. He would know what to do about all of this.

“Oh.. okay.” Her chosen shrugged. “Well, did you see Felix? Did you hear us talking?” 

“I did, and I’m excited for you!” Despite her concerns about Le Paon, the boy was promising a future for Marinette’s dream career. That was something she could support for the time being.

Marinette squealed, falling onto her chaise in a puddle of pure bliss. “I’m excited too, Tikki! He was so sweet and- oh, he liked my designs! He said I was brilliant!” 

“That’s because you are brilliant, Marinette.” Tikki remarked, snuggling her holder’s cheek.

The ravenette giggled, returning the hug by cupping her with her palm. “I hope we get to talk again soon.”

Tikki simply smiled. Marinette deserved to be happy. She didn’t want to ruin that until she knew she had to.

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The silence of the night strengthened Tikki’s resolve to stay as quiet as possible. Marinette mustn't find out about her sneaking out. The Master was adamant that he be kept a secret until they were told otherwise.

So, as her chosen cuddled under the covers and muttered about hamsters and paintings, Tikki flew through the trap door above and headed for Master Fu’s. 

To say she was surprised when she found him already talking to Plagg was an understatement.

“Hello, Tikki. You’re just in time.” Master Fu greeted, gesturing for her to take a seat on the table.

“Hey, Sugar cube. What brings you here so late?” Plagg asked with a grin, causing Tikki to roll her eyes.

“Don’t call me that, and I’m here about Duusu.” 

“Oh, so you figured out Chuckles was Le Paon, too?” He guessed, before putting a whole slice of cheese in his mouth.

Tikki gave him a look. “Who?”

Plagg took a minute to chew, before answering.

“He’s-” Bubbles forced themselves out of Plagg’s mouth before he could finish. 

“He’s my kid’s brother.” He rephrased.

“How did you find out about it, Tikki?” Master Fu interrupted, focusing on the task at hand.

“Felix came to-” Bubbles came of Tikki’s mouth as well.

“Felix came to our house today,” She continued, “And I heard him talking to Duusu on the way out.” 

Master Fu nodded, stroking his chin with a thoughtful expression. “Plagg hasn’t been able to get information about Hawkmoth from Duusu. Have you heard her say anything?”

Tikki shook her head. “I only heard her talking to Felix about the truffles.”

“Should I tell the kid? We’re supposed to be stopping them as soon as possible, right?” Plagg asked.

“True. Neutralizing an enemy would be helpful.” Master Fu began slowly. “However, we still don’t know who Hawkmoth is. If we take Felix’s miraculous, Hawkmoth will know we’re onto him. We need to be careful.”

“So.. what do we do about our chosens?” Tikki dared to ask.

“Keep them in the dark for now. Once we find out Hawkmoth’s identity, they will be able to know everything. Until then, I don’t want things getting out of hand.”

Tikki and Plagg nodded. 

“Now go back to your holders before they get worried.” He instructed, shooing them off.

The kwamis did as they were told, each flying off in different directions, both hoping everything would turn out better than the situation deemed it so.

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H.2.L (maybe outdated)

Chapter 1: Outside

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

abomination... abomination... you. Are. Abomination. ABOMINATION!

"HAX! WAKE UP!" A Papyrus shouted.

A Sans opens his eyes and saw a Papyrus shaking him. The Sans named Hax stops Papyrus from shaking him by putting both his hands on his'

"SUSSY BAKA." 202 replied with a smirk.

"I'm awake! I'm awake! What seems to be a problem 202?" The Sans asked.

The Papyrus named 202 smiles like he's about to make a joke.

"C'mon bro, can't keep up the joke?." 202 asked.

Hax stands up, inhale and exhale.

"STOP SAYING ABOUT AMOGUS!! I'M TIRED OF HEARING IT! MY FRIENDS ON TWITTER SEND ME MEMES, ON DISCORD IT'S FU-"

"Jesus dude, you're so cringe right now. I'm gonna die from you." 202 Said

"Die from me? Got it." Hax said.

Hax's right palm glitches and a desert eagle sticks on the palm. He pointed at 202 but he blocks it away.

"Don't take a joke seriously." 202 said as he knew Hax would pull out his favorite 'animal'.

"Sorry."

"I wake you up because it's currently 3:40 in the afternoon. You sleep long enough, bro." he said

Hax notices 202 is walking away “Hey, where are you going?”

“I got some UNO fight with somebody, not done with them yet.” 202 said.

“Okay uhh... Have fun!” He said.

Once 202 is nowhere to be seen. Hax looks around, the place he is living in is an empty white world with damaged buildings, white fires, glitches, and floating objects. Feels like he is living in a void with damaged things. It's not so bad, right? Hax begins walkings. Walking down a street, he sees a lot of people using consoles, codes, things you use to program to reconstruct damaged and glitched buildings. Most of them are entities, strangers, some maybe humans. Another day in a surreal world.

"Maybe visiting Luciel would help the mood." He thought and teleports to a nearby bar.

"Ah, Luciel's BARing"

He opens the door as he hears a bell on top of the door ring. Many people sit on chairs talking to each other. Hax sits on a bar chair. A female bartender cleaning her glasses looks at Hax. 

"Ay, what whaddup doc Luciel?" He greets the bartender.

"Oh, it's YOU." Luciel greets him back.

"Gee, that's rough, don't you have any better words to say?" Hax asked

"Don't you know it's rude to ruin my bar last week?" She answered his question with another question.

"You know, the one where you got into a fight and damaged my bar?"

"Okay let's not carry that away. I'm sorry alright?" He asked then put his head on the table.

"Well, I guess I can forgive your recklessness. You're a bit... odd today, Hax." She said

"Don't know what you're talking about, doc. It's just another boring day." Hax said

Hax has been sitting there for hours till the sky is starting to look like a sunset. There is no sun, the sky is just starting to become like that. People in the bar begin leaving until there's only Hax and Luciel staying in the bar. Luciel cleans the drinking glasses while Hax is still on the table, still putting his head on the table... Luciel looks at him for a brief moment before finish cleaning a wine glass. After another glass bites the clean, she walks up to Hax.

"Hax?" She asked

Hax answers with a thumbs up.

"How about we look at some stars? Maybe that'll help your mood since you love gazing at them." Luciel said.

He looks up. "Outside?"

Luciel shakes her head "Nuh-uh, outside of this world."

Hax thinks for a moment then gets off the chair.

"Then, I'll wait for you to change." He said and walks out of the bar.

Once he got out and hears the bell rings once again. He looks up and sees that the sky has completely become pitch black, like a void but at least snows are falling, lights are glowing from the houses, streets, and parks and some stars are hovering in the sky. He looks down looking at his hands which have holes in them, he referred to his hands as "Hen hands". He wonders... how is he alive? Can he remember the past? His past life? Who is his family? Sure, 202 is his brother but... how? Who made him? Who's their mother? Or father? He just knows he woke up in someplace and 202 is there.

His thoughts get interrupted when he hears the bell on top of the bar's door ring. Luciel finally comes out of her bar, wearing a black turtleneck shirt, a white lab coat that goes down to her shoes, and long black pants instead of her bartender outfit.

"I don't understand why are you taller than me." He said.

"You got problems with that?" She asked.

"Yes, aren't men supposed to be taller than women?" Hax asked.

"... That is the dumbest question I've ever heard in my life, Hax. No, Not all men are taller than women," Luciel answered his question.

She offers him to hold hands. Hax hesitates but accepts her request. She raises her arm straight and stretches her palm. She creates a portal. The two go into it.

LOCATION: LANDSCAPE - 8:32 PM

Hax and Luciel go out of the portal and has arrived at their destination, a landscape. Hax is shaking relentlessly. She notices and puts her arms on his shoulders.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, haven't get used to the whole portal feeling thing," Hax answered.

Luciel messages Hax's back just to calm him down. Once he stops shaking, she stops messaging.

Hax looks at her. "You know, you don't have to massage me, it's weird."

She pulls Hax's hand to follow her. "In a good way or, a bad way?"

"What if both?" He asked

Luciel turns around and boop his none existence nose. "Then I'll keep comfort you by massaging your back." She smiled.

"Is this your way of comforting a friend?" He asked.

She chuckles and lets out a smirk. "Yes."

After the conversation, they walk, and walk, and walk as they look at the stars in the sky. As a star person, Hax couldn't help but rushed to a bridge to get a clear look at the stars. Once he is on the bridge, he didn’t expect not only to see billions of stars, but also billions of galaxies, cosmics, and universes floating around in a giant dark void.

"Woah..." Hax said in awe.

Luciel walks up to him and places her hand on his shoulder "Woah indeed."

"Where are..." He tried to ask her properly but looking at universes and stars in the sky, he can't say.

"This is the multiverse, my friend. Every star has living things in it."

Hax couldn't believe it. "I know I have visited some AUs but... I've never seen the multiverse or the outside of universes this close and personal. So many stars, galaxies, cosmics, universes... so many beauties. You know, I was expecting you to show me stars outside of our world but this... this is better. Thanks."

"No problem, dude." She said

Luciel pulls out a cigarettes box and a lighter, she took out a cigarette from the box and lights it up with the lighter. Then she vibes with the cigarette in her mouth. Suddenly, Hax takes her cigarette from her mouth and begins smoking. He smirks at her.

Luciel raises an eyebrow. "Don't you think that's a bit rude?"

Hax takes off the cigarette, drops and squashes it removing the flame on the tip of it "You smoke? I don't."

"Unfunny didn't laugh but please, don't waste my cigarettes." She said

Luciel takes out a cigarette and lights up again. They just look at the stars while walking down the bridge.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady~." He sang happily.

"You know Hax, London Bridge Is Falling Down is a dark song..." Luciel said, giving Hax a bit of knowledge of the song.

"How is it dark? It's just a catchy song!" He said, not believing that the song is dark.

"The song is about vikings attacking London in the early 1000's, but that is just a legend. The real message behind the song is actually about a human sacrifice. At the time of the bridge's construction, it is believed that the spirits of the dead are behind the walls of the bridge because constructors think that burying bodies in the foundation of the buildings was a fine way to keep the structure standing. Imagine, starving to death in those walls. Watching those who pass through the bridge without noticing you trying to catch their attention" She explained.

The more Hax thinks about it, the more he gets his mood ruined by Luciel. "Thanks for ruining my mood, Luciel..."

"Let's face it, England has a very dark history." She said.

"You could have stopped me from continuing the song but you decide to bring that sh-t up, thanks a lot I really appreciate it." Hax said in a sacarsm tone.

"Your welcome." She smiled.

"I wonder what happens next..." The skeleton said as he continues to look at it.

They still walking and past the bridge. Another day passed...

Unknowingly, someone is watching them. A skeleton with a half-black, and half-white face. He looks at the multiverse.

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“A Devil’s Love” Chapter 2: Show Me All I Don’t Know

Description: Chloe’s best friend is back, and Lucifer’s charm can’t seem to affect her either. Is she also a miracle child? Or something…more? [Story starts during S2 Ep4, Female Reader Insert]

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AN: Updated March 14, 2020 - Grammar AN: Updated July 14, 2020 - Grammar/Minor changes

Rating: Teen Warning[s]: Swearing

Show Timeline: Season 2 Episode 9

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To say your first couple months back home was a walk in the park would be a big fat lie.

Nothing bad really happened. Well, except when your BFF got in that bad car accident and you swore up and down it had something to do with you, but she pushes you away and says she's fine and can't stand you and Lucifer taking the blame.

Why would Lucifer be taking the blame, you thought. So, you ask him. Like any sane person would do who was overprotective of their friends. If you ended up being wrong about this guy being “good” and “nice”, you had to get him away from Chloe.

But no. He's not bad. Just crazy. What with continuing with his “Devil” shtick and claiming it was one of his “Angel” brothers trying to take what his father, aka “God”, gave him in exchange for a favor.

And you thought you were crazy before, but it wasn't true for you, so why would it be true for him?

Oh, and after that whole fiasco poor Chloe finds out that her real father’s killer has been free all this time. No reprimanding, no worries. Just a cop killer who got to continue his life freely. Turns out the killer was Warden Perry Smith, and he was responsible for many set up kills. You remember the failure you felt when Smith managed to destroy his scent from your hounds. The bastard didn’t get far, though. Maze managed to easily capture him, and from then on became the LAPD’s number one bounty hunter.

But, with all that bad came a lot of good. Not easily, of course. It's hard work trying to find a suitable building in the perfect location for your next veterinarian hospital. You, with the help of your trusty sidekick Alice, managed to find just that though.

Next, while you sorted out the building paperwork and searched for a good construction company, you had to find a place to live. That, thankfully, went much quicker than finding the next “Circle of Life Veterinary Clinic” building.

Chloe kept trying to convince you to move in with her instead of Maze, but you politely declined. You didn't want to be the one who made that badass fighter homeless. Besides, you like having your own space.

And to top all that off, you got your old job back as the Captain of the K9 division of the LAPD. You missed training your dogs & officers, plus having that paycheck, the paycheck from the “COL VC” in New York, and the future paycheck of the next “COL VC” building allowed you to not stress financially.

Currently, you are standing in “COL VC #2” watching the progress come along. You smile as you see how well, and fast, things are going. If this keeps up, you'll be able to open up within the month.

Which means you and Alice need to start hiring people.

You sigh to yourself and rub your forehead, closing your eyes. First things first, you had to find some way to properly thank Lucifer for giving you the name of this construction company.

“They are a fantastic company! Did very fine work in my club. Why not come see for yourself tonight?” Lucifer looked at you like he looked at Alice the first day.

“Not a chance.” You smiled at him and crossed your arms, building up a barrier.

“Oooh, playing hard to get are we?” He licked his lips and looked you up and down, “I like it!”

“Ok. This was obviously a bad idea.” You huffed and started to leave Chloe’s desk.

“Wait, K9!” You stopped and turned back towards him, “I’m sorry, truly.” he looked sincere and placed his right hand over his heart, “Here.” He grabbed the yellow sticky notes and a pen from Chloe’s desk and began to write.

“Just tell the owner that you’re with me.” He handed you the note and smiled, “He'll give you a large discount, I'm sure.”

You looked down at the note and couldn't help the thought of how beautiful Lucifer’s handwriting was, “Thank you, Lucifer.” You looked up at him and smiled, a genuine one this time.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear.” He gave you a genuine smile back, then turned flirtatious again, “Though I would like you to come to my club, so you can see what those constructors are really capable of. It’s so sad their talents will be wasted on an animal clinic.”

“Uh-huh.” You shook your head, still smiling, and walked away.

Your phone’s ringtone knocks you back to the present. The call says it’s Chloe, but when you answer it-

“SOME DADDY KILLER BOY IS GOING TO MAKE ME HOMELESS!” Lucifer’s voice blares through your phone so loud that the workers around turn towards you and you swear your ear is bleeding.

“Sooo, you think the perfect way to stop this ‘Daddy Killer Boy’ is to make me go deaf? Well, you’re doing very well so far.” You bring your phone to your none deaf ear and rub the now deaf one.

“The Detective won’t help me-” you can hear Chloe yelling at him in the background saying to give back her phone. You hear a bit of a scuffle, and can imagine Chloe shaking her head as she gets her phone.

“Sorry about that, Earth. Calling you is the only way I can think of to help Lucifer.” You can tell Chloe is saying that last part to him directly, and can just imagine his eye roll.

“What’s going on?”

“Our new case victim is Dean Cooper.”

“That LA real-estate tycoon guy?”

“Yup. It looks like he died having dinner with his possible killer. The killer looks to have shattered a champagne glass and stuck a shard in Dean's throat.”

“Ouch.”

“Ella’s still at the crime scene trying to piece the glass back together in order to get fingerprints.”

“Oh, Ella.” You smile and shake your head, “What a good little scientist.”

“Agreed, if a bit crazy.” Chloe holds in a laugh, “Well, Mr. Cooper was the one who owned the block that Lucifer’s nightclub is on and it seems like Mr. Eric Cooper, Dean's son, is pretty quick in reclaiming his father’s properties.”

“I see…So I’m guessing he’s suspect numero uno?”

“Yes, but this is why I’m calling you,” Chloe gives an audible stressful sigh, “I just...I can’t seem to keep my mind on this case with the court on Perry Smith right around the corner. Plus, with my mom flying in tonight and Dan being busy with a bomb case-”

“You don’t need to say anymore, Chlo. I’ll take care of this. Just send me the address to the crime scene and I’ll take over.”

“Thank you, Earth.” You can just hear the weight lift off your BFF’s shoulder, “I’ll text you the details right now. I owe you one.”

“This is what friends do for each other, Chloe. You should know that by now.” Before you hang up you can hear Lucifer in the background, “Hurry along, K9! Every minute I get closer to homelessness!”

“Proper thank you, here I come.”

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As you pull up to the crime scene you see the medics carrying away a body bag, aka Dean Cooper. So there will be no need to worry about seeing a dead man, but there is an angry British man heading straight towards you.

“Finally! Does my homelessness mean nothing to you?” Lucifer says, but despite being upset he still opens your car door and helps you out.

“Lucifer you’re, like, a zillionaire or whatever.” You nod your thanks and you both head inside the dead man's house, “I highly doubt you’d let yourself be ‘homeless’ for more than an hour, at most.”

“But this is LUX, K9.” You try to ignore Lucifer’s desperation and come up beside Ella, who was just about to complete the champagne glass puzzle.

“Annnd, that’s how we do it!” Ella manages to place the last piece perfectly, stands up and shoves her fist in front of your face, “Ta’vonlu!”

“A puzzle solver and a Trekkie?” You laugh and smile, “Ella, I’m liking you more and more each day.”

“Woohoo! Fellow Trekkie!” Ella’s hand goes from a fist to the Vulcan greeting and you return it. Lucifer’s eye roll is incredibly loud.

Ella gets back to work on scanning the glass for fingerprints and in the meantime, an officer hands you a folder of all info found about Dean Cooper. As you skim through the words you become disappointed, and impressed. It was amazing that a shark like Cooper had no record whatsoever.

“So, can we go to this baby shark now to arrest him and get my home back?” Lucifer stands in front of you, hands intertwined together in front of him.

“We don’t have any proof with which to arrest Eric.” You look at him as you hand the folder back to the officer.

“He has motive. That's all the proof you need!”

“Actually, you may have more than that!” Ella calls out and you go to her. She points to her laptop screen where it clearly states that Eric Cooper’s fingerprints were on the glass that killed his father.

“There you go! Come on chop chop!” Lucifer pushes you by the small of your back out the door and to your car, “We’ve got a baby shark to arrest!”

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You barley park and shut off the engine before Lucifer is out and heading towards the Cooper building, “Lucifer wait!”

“You know, you drive just as slow as the Detective?” Lucifer stops and waits for you to catch up.

“If by slow you mean ‘following traffic laws’ then yeah.” Lucifer just scoffs, “Look, Lucifer.” he looks at you with a bit of interest, he’s never heard you sound serious before.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, I do,” you lightly touch his arm, “but Chloe has told me how you get sometimes and let me tell you: threatening to tear this guy up or torture him is not going to help you get LUX back, or this case.”

“Very well.” He returns his hand to your lower back and guides you, “I solemnly promise that the man will remain unthreatened and unharmed.”

The sound of a crash and a car alarm blaring causes you both to stop and turn around.

Eric Cooper lays on top of some poor civilian’s car. His body bleeding from almost every pore.

“Not me.” Lucifer holds up his hands in fake surrender.

“Well, shit.”

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You did miss solving cases. Really, you did.

But this one was turning into a real sack of ass.

Eric Cooper was hospitalized for a full twenty-four hours before the hospital allowed his wife, Christi Cooper, to take him home.

A whole twenty-four hours closer to Lucifer's homelessness, and he would not shut up about it.

You and Lucifer arrive at the Cooper house to question Eric and Christi, but all you two got was another real estate shark’s name, Eleanor Bloom. Plus an extra case of nausea for both of you at the sappy love between Eric and Christi.

Eleanor, it turns out, was a real shark. Making sure Eric wasted no time in selling her that property that his father had been sitting on. That property in question was LUX, and even with Lucifer’s charm she was not giving up that land.

Which pissed Lucifer enough to abandon you with this case. Chloe offered to help, but with her father’s killer’s court so close there was no way you were going to burden her even more. You already swore you would solve this case for her, and you meant it.

You follow up on Eleanor's lead, alone, about some shady numbers found in her accountant's books that looked like someone was hiding money. Turns out that money went to some private investigator Dean had hired to investigate someone, but the man wouldn't tell you who. You had a hunch though.

Your hunch had to be put on hold though as one of your officers comes up to you. He says they got a call about an illegal party happening at a building that was supposed to be abandoned by now.

Of course he would.

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You stand before the “supposed to be abandoned” LUX nightclub with an entourage of your officers, and just sigh.

Here we go.

You have your men walk in first with you close behind, and you can hear the music cut off and people booing as soon as they see your men.

“Awww!” You hear Lucifer’s voice clearly over the crowd, “Stormtroopers have arrived, everyone! Don’t worry I’ll deal with the boys in blue.” Lucifer walks towards the officers, “You are the boys in blue, yes? The fun boys in blue aren’t due for another hour.” He chuckles and shows a wad of cash in front of your main guy, Officer Miller.

Miller just gives Lucifer a side smile and looks to his side. Lucifer follows his eye movement and his smile disappears as you walk up.

“K9?”

“I know him, Miller. I got it from here.” You ignore Lucifer and look to your officer.

“You’re sure ma’am?”

“Oh yeah.” Now you look at Lucifer as you pat Miller on the shoulder, “He’s harmless.” You don’t speak again until all the officers have left, “I got to say Lucifer, I’m disappointed.”

You think your eyes might be deceiving you, but Lucifer Morningstar actually looks ashamed. You don't know why, but you actually can’t stand to see him like that.

“I mean,” you throw your hands up and turn around a full 360, “this is the first time I come to your club and you’ve got no music playing, and no one dancing around with no worries?”

You smile at him, cross your arms and raise a brow, “Tisk tisk. I may have to leave a one-star review afterall.”

“Oh ho ho!” Lucifer's light returns in him, “Well, I can’t have that now can I?” He’s smiling ear to ear now, “TURN IT UP!”

The crowd cheers as the music comes back full blast. Everyone resumes their dancing, drinking, laughing, and you can’t help but laugh right along with them.

“K9!” You turn to Lucifer who gives you that beautiful smile, “I didn't know you had it in you!”

“There’s a lot you don't know about me, Lucifer.” You smile back at him.

“Evidently! Come on,” Lucifer grabs your arm and pulls you to the dance floor.

“Oh no, I really shou-”

“Come on, K9!” Lucifer laughs and drags you to the dance floor, “Show me all I don't know!”

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“Oh, now that’s interesting.” Linda watches you and Lucifer dance away together.

“What is?” Mrs. Charlotte Richards, well actually the body of Charlotte Richards that now belongs to the Goddess of all Creation [aka God’s ex-wife and Lucifer’s mother], looks down at the tiny doctor.

“Oh, nothing much.” Linda looks at her and gives a small smile before turning her attention back on you two, “I just thought of something I have to ask a patient of mine about.”

As Linda drinks her martini the Goddess follows her eye line sight and stares at you dancing with her son. Her eye twitches.

“My son was right about you, Doctor.” The Goddess smiles wickedly, “You are incredibly insightful.”

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Summary: Grayson just finished his speaker table and all you could think of was him fucking you right into it. But he wanted to share it with the world first, so you head over to Ethan for your annual movie night. But as soon as Grayson finds out about a specific Snap, the tables turned.

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“Ethan, Y/N! C’mon, you can look now, it’s finished!”, Graysons deep voice was heard from outside, he kept you waiting long enough for it, hasn’t even allowed Ethan to take a look at his new table he built on his own. Ethan just rolled his eyes at his excited brother.  “I’m glad this is over, I thought I had to live with Bob the Builder for forever”, he giggled before standing up. “Now c’mon, don’t let the constructor himself wait.” You kept laughing until you’ve reached your boyfriend which stood proudly in front of a pretty nice table. “Look! I did this myself! I fucking built something with my own hands!” Grayson squeals while jumping up and down. “Babe, take a pic, please. I want to share this awesome piece of furniture. No, I don’t want to, I need to share it!”

He starts to pose like he hasn’t done anything different in his life and you can’t help but admire his features, his broad shoulders and chest, the fucking veins on his arms that made you week by just looking at them, his serious face that you just want to sit on and the thick thighs you love to ride. 

“And done.” You smile while showing him the pictures and help him decide which one to choose for his Instagram. “Oh, wait! Wait! I need to make a Snapchat tour on this, I want everyone to really see it, y’know?” Grayson fishes his phone out of his pants and opens the App, while you and Ethan get out of the room again, kind of annoyed by his behavior.

“He’s just happy, Y/N. Don’t be mad, he’ll show it to you after his community. You know how he is, fans come first”, he sighs, but not as annoyed as you thought he would be. “I know, I just… y’know, I got kinda… aroused when I saw him besides this table”, your cheeks flushed while your eyes scanned the floor to avoid any eye contact with your best friend. Ethan just laughs it off. “You got what? I mean, I built my own wardrobe, does this make me attractive too?” You just rolled your eyes. “E, the wardrobe was from IKEA and had literally ten pieces to screw together. But Gray, he took so much effort in his hands to get all the pieces and…”,”Ew, Y/N stop dripping on the couch. Calm down, Bob the Builder can still fuck you later on. Play one of your games, let him wait and tease him. He’ll be pinning you into your mattress in no matter of time. Now c’mon, put on some nice underwear and we’ll start movie night a bit earlier today!”

You did as he told you, took a shower, even shaved your legs and private parts, put on your best smelling lotion, your favorite pair of mint green lingerie and a pair of cheeky pajamas over it before braiding your hair into two thick braids. You didn’t apply make-up, of course not. It was your house as well, you’ve known the boys over ten years and even before starting to wear make-up at all.

“E, I’m ready! Put Moana on, I’ll prepare the snacks!” You walked in front of Grayson’s and your room, still hearing him rambling about his table. “An then I ordered this piece of wood, but I had to cut it down to the right size and..” You just shook your head before heading down to the kitchen, preparing popcorn and some apples with peanut butter for the health addict Ethan. For yourself, you popped some cookies in the microwave to get them extra soft and the chocolate to melt. “What do you want to drink? Water or anything else?” “Uh, I guess I’ll have some La Croix, do we have any left?” You rolled your eyes, but packed 3 cans of the soda underneath your arms, before trying to grab all the snacks without having to walk twice.

“Okay, here I am, let’s start the legendary Dolan & Y/L/N Disney Movie night!”, you popped down next to Ethan, handing him the La Croix before stretching your legs out on his lap. Soon, the wonderful soundtrack to your favorite movie fills your eyes and when you started your solo on ‘How far I’ll go’, Grayson was still in his room. Even after meeting Maui, Gray wasn’t there. The movie came to an end – of course you cried, like you always did, and Ethan had to comfort you with some cuddles – and you decided to put on the next one. This time, Ethan chose his favorite one, The Jungle Book. Your cookies and the popcorn were long gone, even your water bottle was empty to this point. “E, your turn to get new ones”, you softly kicked him in the stomach while trying to get him grab new snacks. “I can’t watch a movie without snacks, y’know that, bub.” You tried your best to pout, but he just laughed. “Fine, fine. But please don’t do this ever again, you look so funny.”

While Ethan prepared whatever kind of snacks he thought were healthy enough for a movie night, you laid down onto your stomach to check Grayson’s Snapchat. You clicked through his ‘tour’, not really watching any of it since you wanted to see it in real life first. Then, an Instagram notification popped up which made you click on it. ‘graysondolan just went live!’

“… and when I built it, I got to be honest, it kind of hurt my hands. I think I’ll have blisters by tomorrow, but it was so worth it. You should check out my Snapchat for a perfect tour of it. Well, I chose this brown toned wood because I thought it would perfectly match the speakers and I just put some vinyls on top, I know I don’t have enough to fill it all up yet, but…”, you sighed and closed the app as soon as Ethan came back. He started the movie and you kept cuddling into him, letting him scratch your back and massage your scalp. “Imma take a snap of this, maybe he’ll see what he’s missing.” You quickly shot a picture of the TV with the snacks and your tangled legs before captioning it ‘Dolan & Y/L/N Disney time with my best friend!’.

You watched the movie in complete silence, munching on the snacks and trying to forget about your boyfriend upstairs. As soon as the movie comes to an end, you stand up, even angrier than before, and start to clean up the mess you both made. “Alright, E, it’s enough. I don’t want to wait 4 hours for him to get ready. What the hell is he doing up there, masturbating to his fucking table? I can’t believe it. I can’t remember the last time I was so angry at him.” You stomped your feet on the ground, trying not to cry out in frustration. Ethan eyes you silently. “Calm down, Y/N. You’re just horny. I mean, I can totally understand you, even I am kinda pissed, ‘cause I haven’t seen the table yet as well.” He scratches the back of his head, not quite sure what to say, as he eyes your entire body. You wore one of Grayson’s shirts, of course, but had it tied in a knot just above your belly button. Your pants were those kinds of velvety shorts you could find all over the stores, that made your butt look really nice.

Even though he knew you were Grayson’s and he would never make a move on you, you were his best friend for gods sake, but you looked gorgeous and his brother seemed to miss a big thing.

“Let’s make him jealous”, you suggest, starring Ethan dead in the eye. “I already tried to with the snap, but he hasn’t even seen it by now. Maybe if you post one, your fans will show it to Gray and…” ”Y/N, do you listen to what you’re saying? He’s my brother and you’re my best friend. I don’t want to be the reason for a big fight, y’know. I don’t think we should do that. I mean, how the fuck could we make him jealous? I will never kiss you. Not that I wouldn’t like to, but y’know.” He laughed slightly uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head while looking at you. “You could massage my back like you often do, but this time film it and post it on your story. Maybe we’ll scrunch my shirt up so they can get a glimpse of my bra, Ethan, I don’t even know, I have never done something like this. But he pisses me off so much.” “Okay, fine. Just this time, okay? I don’t want anybody to think I’m the one that steals his twin’s girlfriend. Let’s get upstairs and lay down on my bead, I’ll get some stuff for movie number 3.” Of course, you were kinda surprised by his answer but started to run upstairs to switch into a cuter top that fit your shorts, it was a dark blue halter top, made from this velvety fabric and made your boobs look bigger than they usually were, caused by the push up bra you still wore underneath. One last check on your phone still showed that Gray was live on Instagram, huffing you closed the app and went straight to Ethan’s room. He put on the dark red color of his bed light, lit some candles and laid out some chocolate on the bed. “Lay down there, at least I want to look romantic.” He suggested while opening Titanic on Netflix. You were still nervous, haven’t done anything like that with Ethan, but you weren’t uncomfortable with him. You laid down on your stomach between the chocolate and huffed at the feeling of your boobs being squeezed on the matrass. “Hurry, E. This is not comfy at all.” You pushed your top upwards, revealing your back completely until the beginning of your bra. Ethan started to play the movie, sat down on your butt and started to actually massage you. “Relax, Y/N. I won’t fake something like this, if I’m doing it, I’m doing it right”, his warm hands massage something onto your back that smelled beautifully like roses. “Mhh, E, why are you good at this? What have I missed?”, you closed your eyes in satisfaction, trying not to moan out his name. It was difficult to not show any reactions, while those large hands kneaded your back. “I don’t know, maybe because Gray gets injured so much after lifting weights and before he had you, I had to massage his sore muscles”, he smirked as he pressed down onto a point between your shoulder blades. “Oh fuck, Ethan!”, you screamed out, instantly feeling the pain as he pressed onto your muscles. He laughed it off, trying to soothe the muscle while still rubbing gently over it. “Let loose, babygirl”, he mumbled but seemed to regret it directly. You almost moaned again at the nickname that Grayson usually gives you while pounding into you. “I.. Uh.. I mean…”, Ethan stumbles, trying to get off of you. “It’s okay, E. Don’t worry, I guess. Let’s just take the picture so we can lay down and cuddle, yeah?” He nodded, quickly grabbed his phone and filmed a short section of his left hand still massaging your back – your quiet purrs definitely noticeable. But what was most noticeable was the outline of his boner at the end of the video, that he didn’t see while posting it with a ‘wellness day with my bestie’.

Grayson on the other hand of course saw it – after he read so many massages in his live stream about it. He laughed it off in front of the camera, telling them it must be some kind of shadow, but he was fuming. Not only fuming, his body felt like he was on fire. He quickly ended the livestream, before preparing the room for whatever he’ll do to you soon. Without even trying to cool down before the confrontation, he screamed out for both of you while running over to his twin’s room. When he opened the door, he saw both of you cuddling, your head resting on Ethan’s lap, his fingers tangled into your hair and gently massaging your scalp while your nails lightly scratch the top of his thigh. What Grayson didn’t see were the tear stains on your face, the stuffed nose and the worried look on Ethan’s face as he saw his brother bursting in. Titanic was still on, but neither of you watched it really. Ethan was trying to calm you down, you were starring against the wall and Grayson just stood there and took the scene in. “What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening. Here”, he brought out, still fighting not to lose it. Your eyes wander up to meet Grayson’s beautiful face, but you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to feel the pain – and the thought that he chose social media over you. Sure, it was his job, but it was also just a fucking stupid table. You turned around to Ethan, your face buried in the crook of his neck, trying not to start crying again.

“Bro, you should leave her alone”, Ethan mumbles as he rubs your back, trying to comfort you. “Bullshit, that’s my girlfriend that you want to fuck! Why the fuck are you even in your bed instead of the couch in the living room? Why is she wearing THAT. Y/N you’re behaving like a slut, y’know that?” Grayson breaks out, screaming at the both of you as he takes a few large steps before standing right next to the bed. “And you call yourself a brother, wow, Ethan. Nice job. Now, let her go or I’ll get really angry. I said, let her fucking go!”, his fists clenched around nothing, he was really fighting it back, but as soon as you snuggled deeper into Ethan’s chest, silent sobs leaving your lips, he couldn’t hold it anymore. One of his fists swung right into Ethan’s face, bursting his lip and leaving 1you with a horrific scream.

“GRAYSON! What are you thinking you’re doing? You’re acting up.” Just in this moment, Ethan jumped up and directly onto his younger brother, swinging one fist after another. “She was crying because of you, dumbass. She was waiting for you, dressed up like this, but you never checked up on her! I had to calm her down for hours, I don’t want to fuck her, I want to be THERE for her, like you didn’t. She was crying because she wanted you to fuck her. Dude, you’re so stupid”, he stood up, trying to stop his lip from bleeding. Now it was your turn to stand up, grabbing Grayson by the hem of his shirt and dragging him over to your room. “You. Are. Such. A. Psychopath! I don’t know what to say, Gray. First of all, you hurt me. Psychically. Then you hit your own brother? That’s weak. And third, you were streaming for fucking 4 hours, that’s something you’ve never done. You chose them over me, while I was being all dressed up for you”, you threw your top over your head directly into his face, “I even dressed up for you, put on some nice underwear, but all you did was talking to THEM”, your shorts followed soon after. “I would never want to fuck Ethan, you know that. He wouldn’t dare to touch me. But I was about to touch myself as soon as I saw you next to this table, because you looked so fucking hot next to it. I wanted you to destroy me on it. Wanted you to cum all over it. But right now”, you shoved him down onto the sofa in front of the bed, “you’ll have to watch and wait. I’m doing what you couldn’t”, you’re walking up in front of his table, putting your favorite The 1975 vinyl on before laying down onto the bed, admiring your lingerie. You knew mint green was Grayson’s favorite color on your pale skin, he loved the lace on the thong disappearing between your peachy butt cheeks. The little bow at the hem in the back, the only thing that was seen above your ass. The bra was something different, it pushed your breasts to maximum without looking fake.

Your fingers wander on top of the cups, dipping in here and there, but never actually showing off your boobs. You looked your boyfriend dead in the eye while sucking on your thumb, teasing the skin of your stomach with the other hand. “I was so horny for you, babe. As I took those pictures of you, I wanted nothing more than your big hands around my throat and your thick thigh under my pussy. But all I have now are my tiny little fingers because you didn’t want to give me what I needed”, you pouted at him while slipping your hand into your thong, directly playing with your swollen clit. “Oh.” You closed your eyes at the feeling, sucking even harder on your thumb and rubbing fast circles in your panties. “Stop that show, Y/N”, Grayson stood up, eyeing you with dark eyes, the boner in his jeans very prominent. “No-uh, babe. Sit back down, I don’t want you right now, I can make myself feel so go-oooh”, you entered to fingers inside your aching pussy. You don’t want to tease him anymore, you just want to cum over and over again.

“There’s no way I’m just sitting here!” Grayson basically ripped your hand out of your panties, while throwing you over his shoulder. “You wanted me to fuck you on the table?” You nod without any hesitation, totally in for whatever he had up in his kinky mind. “You really want me to come all over it?” “Yes, Daddy. Want to make you feel so, so good.” He hums in agreement before playing you next to the record player, moving it aside before breaking anything. “Well, babygirl. Today’s your lucky day. I’ll come. You won’t because you behaved like a little slut and tried to make me jealous with my own twin brother. Tz, I don’t like to say it but I’m quite disappointed in you”, he shook his head as he watched you all spread out in front of him. Still wearing your lingerie, legs wide open and mouth hang open. Your face was red, still a bit stained by all of the tears you lost today, but he didn’t mind. At the end of the night, you’ll be crying and begging for more.

Grayson didn’t even bother to remove his shirt, he went straight for his belt, pulling it out of his jeans and watching you with a cocky grin before letting the leather slap against your inner thigh. “So, so disappointed”, slap after slap, thighs, stomach and even one on top of your bra. “Gray, please!” You screamed out, not quite sure whether it was because of the pain or the pleasure the pain gave you.

“Please what? Please fuck you? Please eat you out like the nice little girl you were? Do you really think I’m going to reward you? You were a whore, babe. Whores only get to pleasure whoever owns them – and we both know it’s not Ethan who owns you”, he shook his head while watching the leather prints turning darker any second. “I’m all yours, Daddy. Please, love me again! Please, please, please. I’ll be nice.” You looked at him as innocent as you could, you didn’t even want to fight for dominance, as soon as you were in the bedroom, Grayson would never let anyone be the dom.

“Would you just shut up, yeah? Use your dirty mouth to suck me off, would you? Oh, why am I even asking you”, he chuckled to himself while yanking down his pants and literally dragging you off the table. One hand around your throat, the other around your braids, he fed you his aching cock, making you gag on in several times but you had no choice – you actually loved it. Loved the tears burning in your eyes, loved the rough carpet underneath your knees and you loved the hateful gaze Grayson gave you. A grin formed on your lips as you let his dick fall out of your mouth and began spitting on it. “’m not hungry”, you brought out before the grip around your throat was actually so tight that it cut off any air. You both never went this far and it should probably scare you, but you’ve never been that wet in your life. Your juices were leaking through your thong, your scent filled the air.

Grayson held you up against the wall, your toes weren’t even touching the ground and all he touched was your fucking throat. You know you haven’t had much air left in your lungs, but you trusted Grayson. As soon as you saw his worried look for a short glimpse you just nodded it off, giving him a securing smile. He quickly pecked your lips, showing he wasn’t actually that angry and for sure didn’t hate you, before spitting directly onto your face. “You like that, slut? Do you think I’d like you to spit on my cock?” You shook your head no, not knowing what he was about to do. You got dizzy, grasping for air, as Grayson let you sink to the floor. “Now, try again. Better be good this time, princess”, he didn’t give you much time to fill your lungs up with air again, before choking you with his dick once again. You really did your best, trying to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had, but he pulled away too soon for your liking. Then, he threw you back onto the table while ending himself off, spurting his come all over you and his favorite piece of furniture. You tried to catch some of it with your tongue, but most of it landed right onto your stomach. Humming, you scooped it up with your finger before licking it clean. “So delicious, Daddy”, you smiled up at him, but his face was still not relaxed at all.

“Shut up. I don’t know what to do with you. I want to taste this delicious pussy, but I also want to fill it up and watch my cum drip out of you, what do you think?” “Mhh, both, Daddy. Need your tongue first.” Your hands cupped your still clothed tits, not sure if you were allowed to take it off yet. “Don’t want to destroy my favorite set of panties”, he said as he carefully slid it down your legs before spreading them once more. “You smell so good, so delicious, so sweet. But you weren’t a sweet girl today, princess”, he shook his head before giving your clit a single flick with his tongue. It felt like electricity jolted through your entire body, even though Grayson didn’t really do anything. He repeats the almost gentle gesture, moving his tongue back and forth, his nose almost disappearing inside your delicious folds. He loved eating you out, he ate you like it was his last meal, almost drowning in your juices, letting them soak his entire face. Once his tongue hit your desperate hole, you screamed out, ankles behind his head to press him further into you. His nose touched your clit, while his tongue was buried deep inside you, almost slurping up whatever you gave him. He quiets your next scream with his fingers, slipping two of them down your throat, chuckling at you gagging on them. You weren’t about to tell him that you were dangerously close, but of course he knew. He knew your body even better than his own, he had many years to study it and by now, he was perfect at it. All that was left of him were his fingers inside you. You mewled at him, still sucking on those long digits, trying to rub your legs together but he held your thighs wide open for him to see your pussy clenching around nothing. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and watched you with a devilish grin, before massaging your butthole with one of them, slicking it up with your spit and juices before sliding his middle finger directly into it. “Gray!”, you moaned, closing around his finger, not being distracted by the finger in your asshole, you were both into anal, it was nothing new to you, but usually he’d prepare you to what was happening.

You were about to rub your clit again as he began to move his finger, even trying to fit another one in there as well. “Open up for me, baby”, he cooed while dragging your bra down your breasts, playing with your pierced nipples and finally the pink ring of muscles allowed him to slip is ring finger in.

You looked up at his face, not quite sure how god could ever create such an angelic person with such a dirty mind. His jaw was clenched as he watched your asshole taking his fingers so well. His cock was rock hard again, ready to destroy whatever hole was next on his list. “Gray, please. Fuck me, I don’t care where, but I need you somewhere”, you whined as you pressed down on his fingers, lifting your hips against his face. He laughed, poking his tongue against your clit once more, while adding two fingers of his other hand into your aching pussy. “Fuck!” You screamed out once again, literally shaking on this fucking table. But as close as you were, he wouldn’t let you come again, removing both hands and his tongue from your body.

“Feels bad, huh?” He made fun of you, laughed you right in the face while watching his cum stain the table. “This will be hard to clean up, I think you should lick it off the table.” You raised your eyebrows at him, but he just pointed to the mess his cum made next to you. “Lick it off”, he demanded again. You couldn’t do anything but nod while turning around, your ass now facing him, and start to lick his cum off the wood. He grunts in appreciation before grabbing your hips, spitting onto your asshole and sliding his slick cock into it. “Such a good girl, babe, take it all. Fuck, you’re so tight”, his eyes closed while he clenched his jaw. Once he bottomed out, he starts to move, rubbing small circles on your clit to give you what you needed. “Feels good, princess?” “Yes, Daddy, thank you”, you moaned, desperate for an orgasm. “May I come now? Please? I’ve been so, so good to you.”

“Mh, I think you’ve earned it. You can come once this side of the vinyl is finished”, he grinned while still pounding into your tight ass. She lays down, was currently playing and to your luck, you knew that it was the last song. You could come after the next two minutes or so, which gave you another boost of energy. The song was way too slow to fuck you in the right rhythm, Grayson pounded relentlessly into you, not caring which track was on by now. “You’re the death of me, Y/N”, he whispered in your ear as he flipped you around, now disappearing into your pretty little pussy. “I can’t fucking hold it anymore, Gray”, you screamed out, pulling your own hair before holding onto your tits, massaging them and playfully pulling your nipples. “The song’s not over yet”, he taunted while ramming into you, his abs clenched, sweat not dribbling, but rinsing down from his forehead and chest. Your sight got dizzy once again, as he rubs your clit to the last few accords of the melody, making you squirt all over him as soon as the song came to an end. He quickly lifts your hips and opens his mouth for you to come all over him.

“Damn, babe”, he watched in amazement about how much liquid just squirted out of you as soon as he swallowed the load. His tongue collected everything that was left on your pussy, not wasting anything of the good liquid that he would kill for.

“Thank you, Daddy”, your eyes fell shut, sudden tiredness overcoming you as your muscles relaxed. “Now, c’mon, Y/N”, he cooed as he lifted you up bridal style. “Now I’ll take care of my girl, not that you need to run over to Ethan ever again”, he buried his face into your hair while walking over to the bathroom, filling a tub with warm water and letting a bath bomb fall inside.

“About the boner thing..” You giggled, but Grayson gave you a stern look. “I’ll never want to hear about that again!” And once you opened your Snapchat after a long bath, a relaxing back massage and maybe some more cookies, Ethan’s video was long gone, instead there was a picture of him with headphones under his blanket, his face scrunched up in disguise.  

[azookiex3]

A Devil’s Love - Chapter 2

AN: This chapter is during Season 2 Episode 9!

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter 1: All Bad Things, I Promise

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Fanfiction Net

Chapter 2: All I Don't Know

To say your first couple months back home was a walk in the park would be a big fat lie.

Nothing bad really happened. Well, except when your BFF got in that bad car accident and you swore up and down it had something to do with you, but she pushes you away and says she's fine and can't stand you and Lucifer taking the blame.

Why would Lucifer be taking the blame, you thought. So, you ask him. Like any sane person would do who was overprotective of their friends. If you ended up being wrong about this guy being “good” and “nice”, you had to get him away from Chloe.

But no. He's not bad. Just crazy. What with continuing with his “Devil” shtick and claiming it was one of his “Angel” brothers trying to take what his father, aka “God”, gave him in exchange for a favor.

And you thought you were crazy before, but it wasn't true for you, so why would it be true for him?

Oh, and after that whole fiasco poor Chloe finds out that her real father’s killer has been free all this time. No reprimanding, no worries. Just a cop killer who got to continue his life freely. Turned out the killer was Warden Perry Smith, and he was responsible for many set up kills. You remember the failure you felt when Smith managed to destroy his scent from your hounds. The bastard didn’t get far, though. Maze managed to easily capture him, and from then on became the LAPDs number one bounty hunter.

But, with all that bad came a lot of good. Not easily, of course. It's hard work trying to find a suitable building in the perfect location for your next veterinarian hospital. You, with the help of your trusty sidekick Alice Green, managed to find just that though.

Next, while you sorted out the building paperwork and searched for a good construction company, you had to find a place to live. That, thankfully, went much quicker then finding the next “Circle of Life Veterinary Clinic” building.

Chloe kept trying to convince you to move in with her instead of Maze, but you politely decline. You didn't want to be the one who made that badass fighter homeless. Besides, you like having your own space.

And to top all that off, you got your old job back as the Captain of the K9 division of the LAPD. You missed training your dogs & officers, plus having that paycheck, the paycheck from the “CoL VC” in NY, and the future paycheck of the next CoL building allowed you to not stress financially.

Currently, you were standing in “CoL VC #2” watching the progress come along. You smile as you see how well, and fast, things are going. If this keeps up, you'll be able to open up within the month.

Which means you and Alice need to start hiring people.

You sigh to yourself and rub your forehead, closing your eyes. First things first, you had to find someway to properly thank Lucifer for giving you the name of this construction company.

“They are a fantastic company! Did very fine work in my club. Why not come see for yourself tonight?” Lucifer looked at you like he looked at Alice the first day.

“Not a chance.” You smiled at him and crossed your arms, building up a barrier.

“Oooh, playing hard to get are we?” He licked his lips and looked you up and down, “I like it!”

“Ok. This was obviously a bad idea.” You huffed and started to leave Chloe’s desk.

“Wait, K9!” You stopped and turned back towards him, “I’m sorry, truly,” he looked sincere and placed his right hand over his heart, “Here.” He grabbed the yellow sticky notes and a pen from Chloe’s desk and began to write.

“Just tell the owner that you’re with me,” He handed you the note and smiled, “He'll give you a large discount, I'm sure.”

You looked down at the note and couldn't help the thought of how beautiful Lucifer’s handwriting was, “Thank you, Lucifer.” You looked up to him and smiled, a genuine one this time.

“You’re quite welcome, my dear,” He gave you a genuine smile back, then turned flirtatious again, “Though I would like you to come to my club, so you can see what those constructors are really capable of. It’s so sad their talents will be wasted on a animal clinic.”

“Uh-huh.” You shook your head, still smiling, and walked away.

Your phone’s ringtone knocks you back to the present. The call says it’s Chloe, but when you answer it-

“SOME DADDY KILLER BOY IS GOING TO MAKE ME HOMELESS!” Lucifer’s voice blares through your phone so loud that the workers around turn towards you and you swear your ear is bleeding.

“Sooo, you think the perfect way to stop this ‘Daddy Killer Boy’ is to make me go deaf? Well, you’re doing very well so far,” you bring your phone to your none deaf ear and rub the now deaf one.

“The Detective won’t help me-” You can hear Chloe yelling at him in the background saying to give him back her phone. You hear a bit of a scuffle, and can physically imagine Chloe shaking her head as she gets her phone.

“Sorry about that, Earth. Calling you is the only way I can think of to help Lucifer,” You can tell Chloe is saying that last part to him directly, and can just imagine his eye roll.

“What’s going on?”

“Our new case victim is Dean Cooper.”

“That LA real-estate tycoon guy?”

“Yup. It looks like he died having dinner with his possible killer. The killer looks to have shattered a champagne glass and stuck a shard in Dean's throat.”

“Ouch.”

“Ella’s still at the crime scene trying to piece the glass back together in order to get fingerprints.”

“Oh, Ella,” You smile and shake your head, “What a good little scientist.”

“Agree, if a bit crazy,” Chloe holds in a laugh, “Well Mr. Cooper was the one who owned the block that Lucifer’s nightclub is on and it seems like Mr. Eric Cooper, Dean's son, is pretty quick in reclaiming his father’s properties.”

“I see…So I’m guess he’s suspect numero one?”

“Yes, but this is why I’m calling you,” Chloe gives an audible stressful sigh, “I just...I can’t seem to keep my mind on this case with the court on Perry Smith right around the corner. Plus, with my mom flying in tonight and Dan being busy with a bomb case-”

“You don’t need to say anymore, Chlo. I’ll take care of this. Just send me the address to the crime scene and I’ll take over.”

“Thank you, Earth,” You can just hear the weight lift off your BFF’s shoulder, “I’ll text you the details right now. I owe you one.”

“This is what friends do for eachother, Chloe. You should know that by now,” before you hang up you can hear Lucifer in the background, “Hurry along, K9! Every minute I get closer to homelessness!”

“Proper thank you, here I come.”

As you pull up to the crime scene you see the medics carrying away a body bag, aka Dean Cooper. So, there will be no need to worry about seeing a dead man, but there is an angry british man heading straight towards you.

“Finally! Does my homelessness mean nothing to you?” Lucifer says, but despite being upset he still opens your car door and helps you out.

“Lucifer you’re, like, a zillionaire or whatever,” you nod your thanks and you both head inside the dead man's house, “I highly doubt you’d let yourself be ‘homeless’ for more than an hour, at most.”

“But this is LUX, K9.” You try to ignore Lucifer’s desperation and come up besides Ella, who was just about to complete the champagne glass puzzle.

“Annnd, that’s how we do it!” Ella manages to place the last piece perfectly, stands up and shoves her fist in front of your face, “Ta’vonlu!”

“A puzzle solver and a Trekkie?” You laugh and smile, “Ella, I’m liking you more and more each day.”

“Woohoo! Fellow Trekkie!” Ella’s hand goes from a fist to the Vulcan greeting and you return it. The face Lucifer gives the two of you is pure confusion.

Ella gets back to work on scanning the glass for fingerprints, and in the meantime an officer hands you a folder on all info found about Dean Cooper. As you skim through the words you became disappointed, and impressed. It was amazing that a shark like Cooper had no record whatsoever.

“So, can we go to this baby shark now to arrest him and get my home back?” Lucifer stands in front of you, hands intertwined together in front of him.

“We don’t have any proof with which to arrest Eric,” you look to him as you hand the folder back to the officer.

“He has motive. That's all the proof you need!”

“Actually, you may have more than that,” Ella calls out and you go to her. She points to her laptop screen where it clearly states that Eric Coopers fingerprints were on the glass that killed his father.

“There you go! Come on chop chop,” Lucifer pushes you by the small of your back out the door and to your car, “We’ve got a baby shark to arrest!”

You barley park and shut off the engine before Lucifer is out and heading towards the Cooper building, “Lucifer wait!”

“You know, you drive just as slow as the Detective?” Lucifer stops and waits for you to catch up.

“If slow you mean ‘following traffic laws’ then yeah.” Lucifer just scoffs, “Look, Lucifer,” he looks to you with a bit of interest, he’s never heard you sound serious before.

“I understand how you’re feeling right now, I do,” You lightly touch his arm, “But Chloe has told me how you get sometimes and let me tell you: threatening to tear this guy up or torture him is not going to help you get LUX back, or this case.”

“Very well,” he returns his hand to your lower back and guides you, “I solemnly promise that the man will remain unthreatened and unharmed.”

The sound of a crash and a car alarm blaring cause you both to stop and turn around.

Eric Cooper laid on top of some poor civilian’s car. His body bleeding from almost every pore.

“Not me.” Lucifer holds up his hands in fake surrender.

“Well, shit.”

You did miss solving cases. Really, you did.

But this one was turning into a real sack of ass.

Eric Cooper was hospitalized for a full twenty four hours before the hospital allowed his wife, Christi Cooper, to take him home.

A whole twenty four hours closer to Lucifer's homelessness, and he would not shut up about it.

You and Lucifer arrive at the Cooper house to question Eric and Christi, but all you two got was another real estate shark’s name, Eleanor Bloom. Plus an extra case of nausea for both of you at the sappy love between Eric and Christi.

Eleanor, it turns out, was a real shark. Making sure Eric wasted no time in selling her that property that his father had been sitting on. That property in question was LUX, and even with Lucifer’s charm she was not giving up that land.

Which pissed Lucifer enough to abandoned you with this case. Chloe offered to help, but with her father’s killer’s court so close there was no way you were going to burden her even more. You already swore you would solve this case for her, and you meant it.

You follow up on Eleanor's lead, alone, about some shady numbers found in her accountant's books that looked like someone was hiding money. Turns out that money went to some private investigator Dean had hired to investigate someone, but the man wouldn't tell you who. You had a hunch though.

Your hunch had to be put on hold though as one of your officers comes up to you. He says they got a call about an illegal party happening at a building that was supposed to be abandoned by now.

Of course he would.

You stand before the “suppose to be abandoned” LUX nightclub with an entourage of your officers, and just sigh.

Here we go.

You have your men walk in first with you close behind, and you can hear the music cut off and people booing as soon as they see your men.

“Awww,” You hear Lucifer’s voice clearly over the crowd, “Stormtroopers have arrived, everyone! Don’t worry I’ll deal with the boys in blue.” Lucifer walks towards the officers, “You are the boys in blue, yes? The fun boys in blue aren’t due for another hour.” He chuckles and shows a wad of cash in front of your main guy, Officer Miller.

Miller just gives Lucifer a side smile and looks to his side. Lucifer follows his eye movement and his smile disappears as you walk up.

“K9?”

“I know him, Miller. I got it from here.” You ignore Lucifer and look to your officer.

“You’re sure ma’am?”

“Oh yeah,” now you look at Lucifer as you pat Miller on the shoulder, “He’s harmless.” You don’t speak again until all the officers have left, “I got to say Lucifer, I’m disappointed.”

You think your eyes might be deceiving you, but Lucifer Morningstar actually looks ashamed and distraught. You don't know why, but you actually can’t stand to see him like that.

“I mean,” you throw your hands up and turn around a full 360, “This is the first time I come to your club and you’ve got no music playing, and no people dancing around with no worries?”

You smile at him, cross your arms and raise a brow, “Tisk tisk. I may have to leave a one star review afterall.”

“Oh ho ho!” Lucifer's light returns in him, “Well, I can’t have that now can I?” He’s smiling ear to ear now, “TURN IT UP!”

The crowd cheers as the music comes back full blast. Everyone resumes their dancing, drinking, laughing, and you can’t help but to laugh right along with them.

“K9!” You turn to Lucifer who gives you that beautiful smile, “I didn't know you had it in you!”

“There’s a lot you don't know about me, Lucifer,” You smile back at him.

“Evidently! Come on,” Lucifer grabs your arm and pulls you to the dance floor.

“Oh no no no! I don’t-”

“Come on, K9!” Lucifer laughs and drags you to the dance floor, “Show me all I don't know!”

“Oh, now that’s interesting.” Dr. Linda Martin was watching you and Lucifer dance away together.

“What is?” Mrs. Charlotte Richards, well actually the body of Charlotte Richards that now belongs to the Goddess of all Creation [aka God’s ex wife and Lucifer’s mother], looks down at the tiny doctor.

“Oh, nothing much,” Linda looks at her and gives a small smile before turning her attention back on you two, “I just thought of something I have to ask a patient of mine about.”

As Linda drinks her martini the Goddess follows her eye line sight and stares at you dancing with her son. Her eye twitches.

“My son was right about you, Doctor,” the Goddess smiles wickedly, “You are incredibly insightful.”

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THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: DARKNESS AND LIGHT

5. LAN JINGYI

Lan Sizhui? My brain is talking to my head. It is a rare name and its rarity brings out uniqueness. Lan Sizhui, it repeats at the back of my brain. Sizhui. What a beautiful name. Not only just the name but also the one who bears it is beautiful. Look at his jet-black eyes. Though those doe-liked eyes are hidden behind the glasses, they still shine brightly like diamonds in the sky. They depicts strong will-power embeds with gentleness. I don’t really know how to put them into words. The only thing I know is that I am captivated by them.

I direct my eyes from his and look at his whole complexion. Once again, his face is as pretty as a maiden. White flesh complimenting his black pupils and rose pink lips, while his high cheekbones are protruding from the perfect line of his jaws.

“What are you?” I ask that charming little thing who is still smiling at me. His beauty is way too flawless for a mortal.

“My name is Lan Sizhui, mister.” He gently replies.

“Not your name. I ask what kind of creature are you?”

“I am sorry but I don’t really get your question.” His smile wavers, follows by a frown as he is confused by my question. I abruptly regret asking that question as it causes the frown to be up there on his smooth forehead. But what’s past is past. Can’t take it back anyway.

“Are you…human?” I simplify my question to make it easier for him to understand.

His smile returns, this time even bigger. And it makes a giggling sound. Even that tiny sound is so pleasant to hear.

“Of course, I am a human mister. What else can I be?” he replies me with that lovely voice of his.

Good. That annoying frowns are gone. But my question still remains. Is he lying? How can a human be so beautiful? Is it even possible? But that boy doesn’t seem like the kind to lie, my heart tells me so. I eye him from head to toe and confirm what my heart has said. Yes, it’s true. He’s human alright. I can hear his heartbeat pounding. His face has a dusting of red on both cheeks. I trail my eyes further to the area behind his ears, where the side of his necks show the zigzag routes of his blue veins under those white skin. Strangely, those blood vessels aren’t appealing to my thirst at all. Unlike other preys I have hunted. Maybe it has something to do with him not smelling like a human? I don’t know. I have never been in this situation before.

To put it right, I have never encountered many uncanny things like this ever before. Not until this boy appears.

Careful not to expose my identity, I step down the stairs one step at a time just like a human does. Oh gosh, how frustrating it is. I fixate my eyes on him -thankfully I still have my contact lens on- as I descend the stairs. He stares right back at me without fear. I come to a stop in front of him, careful not to get too close. “Oh forgive me for asking such a bizarre question. It's just I have never had any guest before. You are the very first one.”

Of course he is the first. I have put up a barrier with some sort of enchantment that is invisible to every human eyes. No one has ever step past that. The very mansion that I am living is unknown to the whole world.

There used to be a small vacation house of a millionaire up here, but after I killed the man and inherited his money, I called for a reconstruction to turn this small house into a mansion. I had to use lots of compellation that day on the authorities and those constructors to make them agree to this request. Not to mention that after the job was done, I had to compel them again to forget every tiniest details that they had ever been here.

“Oh? I am surprised that no one ever notice a big mansion on such the popular hiking trail.” He looks around the house in admiration.

His words make another question pops up to me, so I ask. “Yeah, no one ever notice it. So, how did you find this place?” I squint my eyes at him like what an interrogator does to a suspect. But that boy just doesn’t fear me at all. He still maintains his smile as he answers.

“I just saw it. I was hiking uphill when I notice something shimmering from the side. I got curious and followed it. Before I knew it, I was off the hiking trail and away from my friends. I wanted to turn back but I just seemed to get disoriented of where I had walked from. It was strange. I have always been good with directions before. So, I picked up my phone to call for help when I noticed it was out of battery. That left me no choice at all but to keep walking forwards. And then, I saw your mansion."

Did the enchantment weaken? I thought to myself. But that was impossible. It won’t just weaken easily. I am deep in thought as the boy continues to explain how he come to my mansion.

“I wasn’t even sure if there were people inside but I tried my luck. Turns out luck is on my side after all.” I look up as he stops talking. Urgh, those smile of his, complains something from within me. Can he just wipe it off? He is making me feeling fidgety inside. I need to make this boy leaves at once or else more indescribable feelings will keep discombobulating me endlessly.

“I will walk you back to your hiking trail.” I say.

He waves both his hands to protest “Oh no, I don’t want to bother you that much. If you could just lend me a phone…”

“I don’t have it.” I cut him off. He looks at me in bewilderment. I bet he is thinking how can a rich man like me don’t own a phone. “I lost it and haven’t had time to buy a new one.”

“Oh, I see.” He nods his head as an understanding.

“Then, I apologize for the bother.” He bows his head at me.

Is he always this deferential? I sigh inaudibly. “Wait here. I’ll go get change.” I walk away before that boy can do anymore bowing that gets my head dizzy. Once I am out of his sight, I use my vampire strides to do everything in fast pace. It takes less than one minute before I am at the stairs again.

“That is quite fast.” His voice shows a tone of surprise.

“Yeah, well. Whatever. Let’s go.” I take the lead with him trailing behind me. We walk out of my mansion and off to the forest.

***

“Ah” the boy behinds me yelp as his foot slip the edge of the cliff. I reach out to hold his arm to keep him from rolling down the steep. As our skins touch, the boy looks at me in shock. I hurry to take away my hand once I get him on his balance but he grasps it back. The warmth radiates from his flesh touching mine catches me by surprise. “Mister, your hand is so cold. Are you alright?”

I snap out of it and retract my hand back. “Fine.” my reply is curt. I expect the boy to recoil in fear at my tone but he doesn’t. He steps in closer and looks at me, eyes filled with worry.

“You can’t be fine with your temperature as cold as that mister. Here.” He fishes something out of his jacket's pocket and hands them to me. “I haven’t worn this gloves yet so basically they’re news. Please put them on.”

“I don’t need them.”

“But you might catch a cold if left unattended mister.” he stubbornly pushing those gloves at me.

Now, I am at my limit. I grab both of his upper arms firmly and lock my eyes with his. “I command you to forget what you have seen and felt just now. Only remember that my hand is not cold and I am alright.” I decide to compel him.

The boy looks back at me with his eyes unblinking and his body standing still. Good. Look like the boy is already under the power of compellation. I am about to let go of his arms and resume walking when I am nonplussed by his response.

“But how can I remember something that is not true? Your hand truly is cold.” he asks me this question with his doe-eyes delineating pure innocence.

I stare at him with my mouth left ajar, unbelieving at the ineffective of my compellation. I have never failed at compelling someone before. Not once. The only word that escapes my mouth is “What?!” 

[ddaddsprompts]

Hi there! You probs have a bajillion prompts, and thanks so much for working so hard on all of them! When ya get the time, how about what it would be like showering with all of the dads? ;) Thanks~

Thank you so much for your prompt! Please beware that some of the scenes hint at sexual acts, but nothing actually NSFW happens. Also, Damien’s scene deals with body image and gender dysphoria, but again, it is only hinted at. Please enjoy!

🥃 There’s dirt and mud in placesit most certainly doesn’t belong. You pluck a branch out of Robert’s hair andthrow it aside. The two of you had been out hunting the Dover Ghost in thewoods, when your foot suddenly didn’t meet solid ground but air, and youtumbled down a small slide into the thicket. You’re not sure how Robert fell,but he accused you of pulling him down with you, which sounds about right butyou’ve learnt not to trust Robert’s words without solid proof. Now you’re bothcovered in dirt and in desperate need of a shower. He parks his truck in frontof his house and immediately makes a beeline for the front door. You hesitateand turn to walk to your own home, but Robert takes your hand and tugs youalong, and that’s that. Robert cocks his head and raises his eyebrow and younod your consent. After kicking open the door and shrugging off his jacket,Robert pushes you into the shower. Without a warning, he turns on the water. “Fuck!”You jerk away from the cold water and glare. “Payback,” Robert says with aferal grin. “That’s my favourite shirt, you dick.” Robert hums, clearly not giving a fuck,and pulls down the zipper of your jeans. “It’s ruined anyway. Stop crying aboutit. I’ll buy you a new one.” He gets to his knees and you decide there are moreimportant things than your shirt right now.

 🍸 The moment Joseph slips through the gapbetween the door and the frame, you throw it closed. Just in time; a secondlater and Christian and Christie would have got you. You sink down against thedoor and look up. The moment Joseph’s eyes meet your own, you’re laughing sohard, you press a hand to your side where it’s starting to hurt. Both of youare covered in batter, sprinkles and chocolate sauce. There even was some flourand butter on Joseph’s chin. Would you step closer, you could probably see thetwins’ fingerprints. “We need a shower,” Joseph declares once he calms downenough to speak. Still giggling, you nod and start to get undressed, but Josephstops you. He pulls you close against him and reaches down to wipe some batterof your face. He sucks his finger into his mouth, making your breath hitch inyour throat. Joseph winks and you decide to take revenge; you lean in and lickalong his neck following a trail of sauce. The next moment, Joseph has youpressed against the wall and his tongue invades your mouth. You groan into thekiss and wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. Somehow, hemanages to get you two into the shower and to turn on the water. Your clothesget soaked, but you don’t care, not when Joseph reaches for your belt and getsto undressing you.

☕ You sniff on the bottle of shampoo in Mat’s shower and laugh. “Babe,you work at a coffee shop, why would you use vanilla-scented shampoo?” Matchuckles and shrugs, then takes off his shirt and haphazardly throws it asideonto the pile of your clothes. “I like the smell.”“Never would have guessed. I have no idea how you do it. If I had to smellcoffee all day, I would never drink any ever again.” Even after the concert,where some drunks had bumped into you and covered you in beer, Mat still smellslike baked goods and coffee beans. By now, you’re half-convinced those smellshad become part of his body odour and he’d never get rid of it. Mat stepscloser and gently crowds you against the shower wall; you bury your face in hisneck and inhale, just to wrinkle your nose in distaste. “You reek of beer.” Matsnorts and turns on the water. “Pot meets kettle, baby. You don’t smell anybetter yourself.” You hear him uncap the shampoo bottle before he starts tomassage the liquid into your hair, occasionally scratching your scalp. “Hey,know what, babe?” Mat pauses and you lean back to look up at him. “What, Y/N?”“Now I’ll smell like you.” He fondly rolls his eyes and pinches your side. Witha noise of protest, you try to move out of his grasp, but he tightens his armsaround you and starts to tickle you.

🌹 After a hard day of gardening work, you’recovered in sweat and dirt, and you can practically hear the shower call yourname. You pull your dirty shirt over your head and aim for the washing basket,missing it by a good mile. Damien chuckles and bends down to retrieve it. “Thereare towels in the cabinet there. Feel free to use my shampoo, dear, and—““You know, if you wanted we could…” You make a gesture and blush. “Share.Shower together. You know?” Damien’s eyes go wide. He blushes and averts hiseyes. “Oh. I wouldn’t want to intrude, showers are a very private and intimatething. Besides, the cabin is barely wide enough for the two of us to fit insidethe cabin and—“ You reach out to take his hand and squeeze it, whichimmediately shuts him up. “Damien,” you softly say. “It was just a suggestion.If you don’t want to, just say so, I won’t be angry or disappointed.” He lacesyour fingers together, his blush deepening. “It’s not…” Damien takes a deepbreath. “I’d love to. But…” He gestures down his body and understanding dawnson you. You pull him close and wrap your arms around his waist. “Dear, Iunderstand. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stand behind you?” He thinksabout it, then nods. You turn around as he undresses and wait until he givesyou the ‘go’ before you join him. You wrap your arms around his waist frombehind and nuzzle his nape. When it becomes time to wash yourself, Damiensurprises you by turning around and taking the soap from your hands.

🎣 “Like it?” You can only nod numbly, still rendered speechless by thesight in front of you. You should have known a constructor like him wouldn’tleave the bathroom as it was when he moved in. The shower isn’t as much a cabinas it is a room in itself, complete with a bench-like construction that wouldallow you to lie comfortably while the water ran down your body. You’re itchingto try it out and tell Brian as much. He laughs and motions you forward. “Goahead, Y/N. There are even different shower heads. One of them feels like a hottub massage.” You nearly groan. A massage is just what you need, your dad bodisn’t getting any younger. You start stripping, aware of Brian’s eyes watchingyour every move. “Hey, Y/N?” You hum to show you’re listening. “Would you mindme joining you?” He sounds unsure, even though there’s no reason to. Tore-assure him, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek, giving him a bright smile. “Ofcourse, Brian! I really want to try out that massage spray while cuddling mybig bear boyfriend.” Brian chuckles and strips, too. You lie down on the benchand wait for him to join you, which Brian does after turning on the water. Hepulls you into his arms and trails kisses down your jaw.

👟 You sink against the tiled wall of the shower cabin with a groan. Yourwhole body hurts; hell, you can even feel muscles you didn’t know existed untilnow and your first meeting with those parts of your body isn’t all thatpositive. “Was that last suicide sprint really necessary?” Craig throws hisshirt into the washing basket, showing off his muscled chest and his abs, whichare glistening with sweat. You try not to stare, but that battle was lostbefore it even began. Bastard fully knows the effect he has on you, too, andpurposely stretches his arms over his head, making his muscles flex. You gulp.While your legs still are pudding and you’re pretty sure they will give insoon, the rest of your body seems to have forgotten how much pain you were injust a second ago. “Bro, it wasn’t that bad. And you did it!” Craig steps intothe cabin with you and slides it shut behind him. The shower is a lot biggerthan the one at your house, but still not meant to accommodate two grown men.Craig’s pressed against you, chest-to-chest, and he leans down to kiss you. “I’llmake it up to you,” he says against your lips. “You earned yourself a reward.”

📖 Just as you started to think Ernest got overhis prank phase, he installed a bucket over the bedroom door and filled it withsome green goo. Which is why you and Hugo are standing in the bathroom, coveredhead to toe in the stuff. You’re glad Hugo hadn’t been wearing his favouriteshirt, the one the Eastern Dragon had signed, or all hell would be loose now. “Wantto share?” You ask and gesture to the shower cabin. “Saves water. I doubt wecan get everything off by ourselves—“ You pluck some of the goo off yourshoulder and blanch. It’s sticky, which makes you think it won’t be washed offeasily. Hugo must have come to the same conclusion, as he nods and gets intothe shower. The cabin is too small for the two of you. Awkwardly, you try toposition yourself in a way that would allow you to turn around, but you end upwith your back against the tiles, Hugo’s leg between your own. He blushes andreaches up to turn on the water. It runs down his head, flattens his long hair againsthis head, making him look even hotter than he normally does. He leans down,probably to kiss you, but you stop him and wipe some goo off his lips beforemeeting them halfway.