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hello I am back on my bullshit. Bc I just got an ad for booty shorts that say Daddy

But anywho. Just please imagine (I’ll draw it eventually) boris wearing these black booty shorts with white lettering that says Daddy. And then a fucking pale, pastel pink, crop top sweater that barely covers his pecs that says baby girl in a deep magenta. Also. Thigh high socks, with crocs. (And they’re like lime green or something obnoxious)

Boris in questionable fashion is my headcanon.

[mochinek0]

Looking Back (Part 2)

Lila looked around the reunion, annoyed. Adrien wasn't anywhere to be seen. The people she had control over weren't either. Lila smiled, spotting Marinette.

'Time to ruin her day. It'll be just like old times.'

"Marinette!" Lila smiled, walking up to her, "You can call me Mrs. Agreste. Adrien and I got married, after all."

"Congratulations!" Mari smiled.

Lila tried to keep the shock off of her face.

'Where are the tears? Where is the screaming?'

"We should go." A man walked up to Marinette spoke, "The kids are asleep, already."

'Kids? Marinette knows this guy? He's hotter than Adrien! How could she know him or his kids?'

"Already?" Marinette asked, "Oh, I guess it is late."

"Kids?" Lila asked, trying to keep the conversation going, "You.....have kids?"

"Oh, this is my husband." Marinette answered, "We got married seven years ago. We have a five year old and a two year old."

Before she could find out more, her husband pulled her towards the exit.

"Bye Mari!" her friends shouted, "Bye, Damian!"

Mari just waved and kept walking.

'I will not be ignored!'

"Bye Marinette!" Lila cried out, "I can't believe you're still so rude to me. You couldn't even say bye?"

Marinette stopped, turned and smiled, "Sorry, Lola. Bye."

'Lola?'

Lila seethed in anger. She had always thought of Marinette as her enemy, but it seemed she was just some distant memory to her.

Marinette's friend group continue to laugh after she had walked out of the reunion.

"I can't believe she called her that!" Ivan laughed.

"I wish I had recorded it." giggled Rose.

Lila stomped away, humiliated. She rushed outside of the venue and called Alya.

'She always answers! She's hopeless without me!'

Lila didn't expect Alya to be with the others.

"Oh it's you! Miss 'Popularity' herself!" Alya smugly replied.

"Excuse me?" Lila asked, "Alya this isn't like you."

"Oh, it's not?" she questioned, "Maybe I should drink more often then."

'She drunk. So she's useless. Wait! Maybe, I can use this to my advantage!'

"Alya, Marinette was so mean-" she began.

"All of Marinette's friends are successful!" Alya shouted, "Why do we all suck?"

'Huh?'

"Yeah!" Kim shouted, "We've listened to you since junior high! We trusted you! I have a gut and stuck as a PE teacher! Odine is at the Olympics!"

"Nino listened but he only hangs out with Adrien! After we broke up, he just got.....better!" Alya sneered, "He's a DJ who travels all over and I'm stuck running errand for other people at Tvi. I'm not even a reporter!"

"Why does Adrien saying you're un-fuckable?" Alix questioned.

"Excuse me?" Lila gasped.

Nathaniel scoffed, "He said he never dated you and he never would. Mr. Model was crying how he missed out on marrying Marinette and how you're not even his type!"

"Kitty Section listened to Marinette and they're famous!" Alix continued to rant. "Max works for her husband's company and he makes millions. It's like a millionaire club with them."

"Why are Marinette and her friends amazing people and all the people that listened to you miserable?" Alya sneered.

"Yeah!" the rest cried out.

Lila scoffed and hung up the phone. She tried to make the best of it and talk with other people, but she could see people pointing at her out of the corner of her eye. She pretended not to see them giggling and whispering at each other. She quickly made a break for the bathroom to collect herself. She hid in one of the stalls and took a deep breath. No one could know they got to her. They probably heard her call herself Mrs. Agreste.

'Stupid! I should have whispered it to her.'

"Who knew Marinette was such a savage!" she heard a girl say, as the door opened.

'Seriously?'

"She's matured so much!" Lila heard another voice speak.

"I know." the first voice answered, "I'm so happy for her. She went through so much shit with Chloe."

"Hey, did you believe about her being a bully?" the other voice questioned.

"Bullying Rossi?" they scoffed, "Hell no! Lila is a whiny bitch. She acted like she was four."

The second person laughed, "And those fake 'Pity Me' tears."

They both laughed.

"But Marinette callign her Lola-" they continued to laugh.

"Lila Rossi really is the Loud Obnoxious Lying Anti-Christ." one giggled.

"Juleka told me it use to be worse." the other continued.

"How?" they replied.

"Before she was 'LOLA', they would call her the 'STB: Stupid Thoughtless Bitch'." the girl answered.

Lila heard the other person snort.

"Then, they had to teach her safe sex before Wayne, so Mari started calling her an STD cuz she was like an infection that was hard to get rid of." the same girl continued.

"Wait?" one girl spoke, "Why did they have to teach her? She must have known by then."

Lila heard a giggle, "Apparently her and Wayne were eye fucking each other so badly when Mari started working at WE. You know she's the Wayne family's personal designer, right? Jagged Stone introduced them."

"Oh yeah. Didn't she make his Eiffel tower sunglasses when she was 13?" the other questioned.

"Yep. She did those and then worked on his album covers." one declared, "Not to mention the outfits he wore on stage, but seriously imagine undressing your future husband before even being with him."

"I can certainly see the perks." they replied.

"Anyways, the tension was so bad that Kitty Section went to Bruce's office to say he would likely get a grandchild soon, if his son didn't man up an d ask her out." one recalled, "They said it was like being one snap away from them going at it like animals at the office. Damian walked in and told them to stay out of his life and slammed the door. Bruce shouted he'd love grandkids and the next day Wayne asked her out."

"Damn." the other laughed, "From Ice Prince to Simp for Paris' Sweetheart?"

"Better than being known as Paris' Trashy Whore." the other scoffed, "Did you hear Rossi was trying to claim to be married to Adrien?"

"Shut up!" the other yelled, "She did not!"

"Yep." the other stated, "Hard to believe when Agreste was eye fucking Mrs. Wayne til Lola's Pack took him to the bar."

"Guess she's not such a frined now, huh?" the second girl called out.

"Let's go before Lola shows up." the first one declared, "She's bound to skulk in some bathroom 'til her group shows up and saves her from embarassment."

Lila heard the door open and close. She hadn't moved a muscle from whn they started talking. It wasn't until she blinked that she realized she was crying.

'That's why she didn't care.'

Marinette had always been the winner. No one had believed her. The few people that did were slowly turning against her. They were too drunk and were now blaming her for making their lives miserable. By tomorrow, they probably would have forgotten they said that.

Alya was constantly complainign about Nino's success now. Kim had lost to Odine too may times after their break up that he started to compulsively eat. He had lost his swimmer's body and had a giant gut. He'd poke it and complain about his life. His dating life wasn't that much better. He was constantly telling people 'He wasn't always like this. How he was ruined.'

Neither she nor Adrien modeled anymore. He worked for Gabriel and was plain miserable. He constantly complained about being watched and how he felt like he as under a microscope.

On the other hand, she would bring up about being a model and the date wouldn't end well. They would usually huff and tell her to pay for herself. Lila had finally shouted on one of her dates and questioned why. They replied they would only be wasting money on a salad or for her to throw up in the bathroom later. She stopped bringing it up after that.

Lila looked around. She was still in the toilet stall. Marinette was married with kids. Marinette was wealthy and married wealthy as well. Marinette had friends; she was famous and doing what she wanted.

She was still trying to find a guy to seduce to let her be a housewife and have access to an unrestricted credit card. Lila couldn't stop the sob that escaped her mouth. She had threatened Marinette in the bathroom and the bathroom is exactly where her dreams were shattered. No 'Prince Charming' was ever coming for her. She had chosen the wrong path in life and was now stuck on it. Her friends were just as friendly as she was. Everyone in her life was just as two-faced as she was and she hated it.

[reomikagekin]

Hey!!! If you write familial bond type of stuff I'd like to request one with reader, Till and ivan (separate)! Reader finds little Till crying for his mom and takes him in. they find ivan softly crying after being punished for trying to escape and take him in!

Of course!!

Little Till

The first time you met Till, he was curled up in a corner of the street, knees drawn to his chest, face buried in his arms. His tiny shoulders shook with every muffled sob, his small body trembling from fear rather than the evening cold.

You crouched beside him, heart aching at the sight. “Hey, little guy… are you lost?”

A pair of wide, tear-filled eyes peeked up at you. Till sniffled, rubbing at his face with the sleeve of his too-thin shirt. He didn’t answer, just hiccupped softly.

Your voice softened. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“…Mama,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. His lip quivered, and fresh tears welled up.

You knew that look. The hopeless, desperate kind. The kind that said she's not coming back, is she?

Something inside you clenched.

"Come on," you said gently, holding out a hand. "You shouldn't be out here alone. Let’s get you somewhere warm, okay?"

For a moment, Till hesitated. But then, slowly, his small fingers curled around yours. His grip was weak, hesitant, but he didn’t pull away.

—

Taking care of Till wasn’t easy.

He was skittish, like a stray kitten afraid of being kicked. The first few days, he barely spoke. He flinched at loud noises, curled into himself when he felt overwhelmed.

But you noticed the way his fingers twitched whenever he saw paper and pencils.

So, one day, you placed a small sketchbook in front of him. “You like drawing, don’t you?”

Till hesitated, staring at the blank pages like they were something sacred. Then, slowly, he picked up the pencil.

The first thing he drew was a woman’s face. His mother, probably. His strokes were careful, precise, filled with the quiet longing of a child who just wanted to go home.

You didn’t say anything. You just sat beside him, watching as he lost himself in the lines and shapes. And for the first time since you’d found him, Till looked… calm.

Safe.

That night, as you tucked him in, he finally spoke.

“…Thank you,” he murmured, voice barely audible against the blanket.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

"Anytime, kid.”

---

Little ivan

You heard him before you saw him.

A quiet, shaky breath. The sound of someone trying their hardest not to cry.

You turned the corner and found Ivan sitting on the cold floor, arms wrapped around his knees. His usual composed mask had cracked, and though his face was turned away, you could see the faint shimmer of tears trailing down his cheek.

Your heart sank. You knew what had happened. The fresh bruises, the way he was curled in on himself— it was obvious. He had tried to escape. Again.

“…You’re hurt,” you said softly, stepping closer.

Ivan stiffened immediately. In an instant, the vulnerability vanished, replaced by a stiff, forced smile as he turned toward you. “Oh? Did you come all the way here just to see me cry?” His voice was light, teasing— but you weren’t fooled.

You sighed, sitting beside him. "No. I just figured you'd rather not be alone right now."

He didn’t reply. Just looked down at his hands, fingers twisting together. The silence stretched between you.

Then, in a small voice, he asked, “Do you think it’s stupid?”

You frowned. “Think what’s stupid?”

“Trying.” He let out a breathy, bitter laugh. “No one ever makes it out, right? But I keep trying. I keep thinking that maybe this time, it’ll be different. That maybe I’ll be different.” He shook his head, voice dropping. “But I never am.”

You watched him carefully. Then, without a word, you reached over and gently took his hand. His fingers twitched in surprise, but he didn’t pull away.

“…It’s not stupid,” you murmured. “Wanting to be free isn’t stupid.”

Ivan didn’t say anything. But his grip tightened ever so slightly.

For a while, you just sat there in silence. Eventually, his breathing evened out, the tension in his shoulders easing.

“Thanks,” he muttered after a long pause. His voice was quiet. Sincere.

You gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Anytime.”

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[cllightning81]

Winners [MV1]

Summary : Max decides that it's finally time to put rumours to rest and share your relationship with the world.

Pairing : Max Verstappen x Ice Skater!reader, Reader x OC

Word Count : 0.8k

Faceclaims : Isabella Flores and Ivan Desyatov

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Max was jealous to start off with there was a connection between you and your partner -Luca- but that was just something that he learned to deal with over time. He started to understand that you put your life in Luca’s hands every time you stepped out onto that ice. If Luca dropped you wrong or if you fell wrong, that could be everything over for you, and he learned to accept that.

Everyone had warned you about not falling in love with your partner, and that was never exactly a problem. You tried it once, but the connection wasn’t a dating connection. It was a trust connection. 

Finally, your competitions and Max’s races finally lined up - Miami - it allowed you to visit a race, and Max visited one of your competitions. Luca decided to join you because there was nothing better to do. 

Walking into the paddock laughing with Luca, Max passed you with a couple of members of the Red Bull team. He reached his hand out, and you took it. He pulled you forward with a smile. His arms wrapped around your neck to hold you close. One hand sliding down your back and into the pocket of your jeans 

“What are you doing, Max?” You whispered, looking up at him. 

“I think it’s about time we share all of our relationship with the world and not just the part we were planning on” Max replied, and you looked up at him, eyes wide. 

“You want to go public more than just dating?” You asked as he took a step back 

“Yeah, I left a little surprise in your back pocket. GP and Rupert are waiting for you in the garage. They’ll get you both sorted” Max walked away, and you turned back to Luca and started walking. Your hand reaches into your back pocket to see what Max had left in there. Your engagement ring.

Max had proposed a few months ago, but everything about your relationship was private. Only people close to you knew about it. 

“You’re doing that today?” Luca exclaimed, hand resting on your lower back as he led you into the Red Bull garage. Slipping the ring onto your left ring finger, you nodded 

“Max decided it was time, and if he’s ready, then we’re doing it because I’ve been ready for months” You smiled. GP greeted you with a hug as the SKY TV and F1TV cameras panned into the garage. Luca and yourself showing up on the TV with your names written in the bottom of the screen as Rupert handed you both a pair of headphones connected to the radios that also block out the noise for when the race starts. 

Luca’s hand stayed protectively on your lower back until Max came back into the garage. Max wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your head with a smile 

“I need to go get ready. I’ll see you before I get into the car” Max explained

“Luca make sure she’s safe” Luca nodded

“Obviously, wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her” Max hummed in response to Luca and walked away to his driver's room. Luca and yourself walked over to the VIP corner bit they had and sat down. 

It felt like forever until Max kissed you before getting in the car watching the race in person was terrifying. Max made his way up the grid from P9 to P1, also setting the fastest lap. His trainer walked over after the race 

“I’ll take you down to the podium Y/N. Luca, you coming?” He asked as you got up 

“Made a promise I’d keep her safe so I’m coming” Luca laughed. Luca’s hand rested on your waist you kinda leaned into him as Rupert led you both down to the podium. Surprisingly, even while being in the public, eye crowds were the worst thing you’d ever come across. 

Standing at the front of the barrier, when Max got out of his car, he jumped into the arms of his team before moving along to greet you. His hands rested on your jaw as he leaned forward and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss before he pulled back 

“You did so great love” You smiled, holding his hand 

“I’m so glad you’ve finally been able to come to a race” He smiled 

“You get weighed and that trophy so we can celebrate later” You pushed him away as he laughed turning to the podium before you knew it the Dutch anthem was playing through the speakers the team cheering for Max and Checo during the Austrian anthem. Walking back to the garage, cameras were now focused on you and Luca after your helmet kiss with Max. 

Getting into the garage, Max pulled you into a sweaty champagne covered kiss one with true meaning this time. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his rested around your waist, pulling you closer to him 

“Looks like we’re both winners here” He pulled away, referring back to you and Luca winning your competition the other day. Winning felt great, but nothing would ever feel better than being able to be in public with Max sharing how much you truly love him with the world. 

Yourusername

yourusername Just a couple of winners this week. I love you so much, Max, and I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you. Luca, I have the most respect for you being able to deal with us over the last week.

There's nothing more I want in this world than to continue skating and spending the rest of my life with you and start creating our future even with Luca as our adopted son.

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maxverstappen1 : I love you so much, Schat. We're gonna be a power couple winning all these competitions with our adopted son nearby

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A/N : I might write a part two if anyone's interested in it. My only problem is that I know nothing about ice skating and only had this idea from the movie I was watching. But if it's requested, I'll do it.

[blingblong55]

...Ready for it? -Vladimir Makarov NSFW

Based on a request:

The lack of Makarov content here is killing me, I was wondering on a enemies to friends with benifits type thing with Makarov (he would be in a absolute denial that he even develop feelings for someone especially if it's his own enemy) --- F!Reader, dark romance, enemies to friends with benefits, smut, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, some fluff, knife!play, blood!play, MDNI ----

A/N: dear anon, its okay to love villains...they are hot either ways

Sworn enemies, forever to wish death upon the other. Unsuspecting eyes and hearts. Your gun, blazing as it hits his plate, "Fucking bitch," he calls out. You chuckle and shoot at him again, better luck next time, you wish to say. One goal: to dominate the underworld of evil. This is what life was like between you and him. Konni Group and the enemy, Kasper Team. Turn the light on and it's the same kind of killer on both sides, commanded by two fucking masterminds. The devil whispered his wishes to Vladimir, whilst Satan herself moaned the desires into your ear. Hate, absolute fucking hate is what you and he had for each other. 

He did some bad things in his life and fucking around with the mistress of evil you had become was the worst thing he did. A dagger, the same one that carved your name, is now in his hands as he makes his dogs sniff out your hideout. You teased him with every glance, you can never catch me, is all your eyes gave out. And oh boy was he after you like a hound. At every corner, his eyes looked for the silhouette of you. The curves and that evil grin you gave him. Lips he wanted to hear him beg for their life. 

It was June when you visited Poland for some hacker you sought after. That hacker belonged to him. In a world of evil, you always need some shit nerd to do your job. He sat on the desk, waited and waited until you walked in. Posing as the hacker was one thing but to have you in that room, alone was another. Dangerous, your glare on him said. "So, are you in?" You asked the 'hacker' but the one who turns to answer holds a gun. "Ask again, doll," he chuckles deeply and you shake your head. "Un-fucking-believable." Once he was in front of you, his hand went to your waist, "what's the matter? Don't want to dance with the devil?" His gaze teased yours this time. 

"Don't you fucking start, Vladimir-" and in that instant, he began the game of cat and mouse by kissing your lips to keep you quiet. Once he pulled away, he laughed knowing that for the first time, he kept your pretty mouth shut. "Now listen to me, you may think you are a step or four ahead of me but doll, you are playing with the wrong darkness," his hands grip your face now. "What do you want?" you bite. "The missiles and the codes for the safe houses," he responds. You try and look away but his grip is stronger. "Don't you fucking look away from me!" he barks. Then he feels it, the gun pressed to his crotch. 

"Don't you know you are playing with dangerous game here?" the gun pressed harder to him. "You think you can scare me? Darling a girl like you is a mere speed bump for me," his face and yours closer. "A dog like you is another bag of bones for me," your finger closer to the trigger. "They are here," one of his men informs. That stupid fucking task force. "Ivan, entertain them for me," he commands. From a distance, guns and screams can be heard. "Can't fight them off yourself?" you tease him. "Darling I would, but you are one messy girl who needs to be taken care of first."

"Let's make a deal, you give me 141's files and I give you three missiles." you write the demise. "Add a code to it and we have a deal. and what's with you and those men?" You nod in agreement, your gun back to its safe place. "Let's just say they are playing in the wrong backyard." He then nods and hands you a piece of paper, "Why don't we end them together, maybe then you'll be my only headache." You grin, "I want to be your migraine," your lips close to his and before he even dares to lean in, you walk away. "I expect those files, Makarov." You place your mask on and your men escort you. "Better stick to your end," he calls out. 

Once back at your headquarters, you look at the piece of paper he handed you. "Let's call a truce for now. Let the games begin." A smirk on you. 141, codes and missiles, a game for demons to play with. Days pass the truce is set. He walks into your base, then he greets you. "R/N," his hand holding yours as he kisses it. "Never took you for the gentleman type," you comment. "You're in for a treat, doll," he walks past you like he knows the base. "Office, no?" You nod and walk alongside him. No one to bother you for hours as he and you talked about ways to end all targets and focus on who was more evil. 

Curtains closed as you and him created poison for all mutual enemies. Maps, plans and bullets are all that are displayed on a desk. "Be smart, don't play just because you want to. If you need them to be killed, take the first target," he places a bullet down on the map, "here...and once you do, all else will be easy to kill," he instructs. "Then make sure Chimera is isolated and bring some of KorTac, that should keep them entertained," you draw the names with a red pen. "We make a good team, R/N," he smiles. "Focus," you say and look at him. 

Near night, his men drove you and him to a hotel, to not stay there for a warm rest but to look for potential hideouts for the upcoming war. As he and you constructed what was known as Operation Cleanstreak, he observed you in a different light. You and him, both under tension when his hand slides to your waist. "Don't. Do. That." your voice was stern. "C'mon, we both need it, and I sure want it," his lips brushed your neck. "Be a good girl and kiss me, yes?" You back away and chuckle, "Horny so soon, tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head and cup his face. "Listen to me here, I am not going to get caught fucking you," and just before you were going to tease him, he gives you puppy eyes that gaze from your lips to your hot fucking stare. "Fuck it," he whispers and kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping into yours. He needed a taste of your poison, kill him with it because he would be addicted by the end. 

He pulls away, catching his breath and before he looks away, he finds that his addiction to the kiss spreads like a disease because in an instant, he gets pulled back and you kiss him. "Thought you were a gentleman?" you say between kisses. "Oh, you are in deep," he pushes you to the bed, his blade close to your jeans. "Be a good girl and let all know tonight I claim this pussy," his blade cuts your clothes open and he gets down, kissing your inner thighs and nibbling on them. Some of your blood drips out, he looks at you, "Ooh, did my princess get cut?" he gives you a playful pout and licks the blood off. A groan from his lips falls out when he tastes it. "Sweet divine," he whispers and sucks on the cut. Your blood still dripping out as he spells his name with it on your chest and when it doesn't all fit how he wants, he cuts your shirt open and spells it all out. "Look at that," he undoes your bra and slaps your tits a few times before sucking on them and groaning. His mark belongs to you. Suits your pretty body either way. 

Without warning, he licks his fingers and as he once more cuts another fabric of your body, he sticks his fingers into your cunt. "Already wet?" he teases and slaps your pussy, mercy out of the bed this night. "Fucking slut, aren't you?" he continues to slap your cunt and watch as you moan and whimper. "Take it," he growls and soon, gets on his knees and begins to eat you out. His tongue feels so heavenly on your cunt. The noises that filled the room, all moans, groans and the wetness of your cunt, were to be heard by two evil lovers. His gaze was either on your or your gorgeous tits. Often his eyes would flutter from how amazing your cunt tastes. 

He gets up and fingers you as he kisses your neck and lips. Never did he think he'd be fucking the girl who gave him reasons to be even more dangerous. When you began to rub your clit, he slapped you and went to grab a rope to tie you to the bed. Only he can please you. You mewl as he made you more and more sensitive and once he knew your cunt was ready for him, his fat and girthy cock slips inside of you. You cry out, tears running down your soft face. "I know, I know but you can take it," his thrusts were slow and gentle, getting you used to his size. Your cunt clenching around him, making it an even better sensation as he fucks himself into you. 

"Fuck...oh...just like that," he caresses your tits and groans. When he knew you were well used to him, his hands flew to your hips and began to go faster. Your back arching, he can see his bulge on your tummy, his thumb pressing on it, making you moan more. "Oh you like that?" he smiles and does it again. A knot inside of you, building that sweet orgasm. Your face flushed as he can't seem to stop claiming your pussy with his fast cock. "Vlad-...fuck-i...n-ngh..." You were now more than drunk on him. His fingers rub on your sensitive clit and then he feels it as he hears you cry and moan. Your juices coating his dick. "Oh princess," he moans. 

He can't hold on any longer, his cum writing what no other man could claim again. Your tight pussy milking him, his cum filling you to the brim as he leans in and kisses you, his thrust slow before he pulls out. Rough hands cup your face, "Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispers and kisses you, waiting for an answer. "Loved it," you say between kisses and he grins. You whine when he stops touching you completely, he gets dressed, "Good night, R/N," he closes the door as he leaves. 

Months after that night, he sees you again. It was a one-night stand, no, this meant something to him. Every night for all those months, he would send you files of Task Force 141, in the bag with each file, he made sure to send a disarmed grenade with your name and a flower attached to it. His own hands wrote your name, over and over again. He swore it was to make sure you never forget what you let him do to you but deep down in a sick way was to thank you for letting him have you. And as you met him again in that lonely office at your base, he acted cold. 

You acted cold too, but it was to guard yourself from him. His gaze noticed that hidden in that room were all the grenades that held your name. His heart flutters and a smile creeps to his face. He did it, wrapped his arms around you and when you slapped him, he chuckled. "Do it again," he whispers. So you did, you kept slapping him until he kissed you. Not believing himself, he did it again, kissed you over and over, love is for the weak and now, he is weak. "Don't leave again," you whisper as he rests his forehead against yours. "Think you'll be seeing more of me, my love," his voice soft for the first time in his life. You smile and he kisses your forehead, his strong hands bring you close to his chest. His chin is on your head as you bury your face in his chest. Comfort and love were found in that office that night, grenades and flowers were kept in that office too. 

A/N: Not my fault the devs made him hot...

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[literatureloverx]

what are your thoughts on fyodor and after care? 🤔

Oh, I have some VERY specific headcanons about this one. ❤️ But firstly, I took it upon myself to write a full scenario on this one too.

This will be more of a continuation of another post of mine, THE FIRST NIGHT.

Enjoy.

Mdni, ideal type! fem!reader, yandere behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, misogyny(?), strong n*fw implications and descriptions, fluff, not proof-read.

Aftercare with Fyodor

Just after his call to Ivan, your eyes started to flutter shut. You could barely keep them open, and the sight was both amusing and intoxicating for him.

Oh, how he loved this moment.

For someone who rarely lives in the moment, this one felt like a fresh breeze. His own eyes half-lidded, he gently brushed your sticky hair away from your forehead and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Don't fall asleep..."

"Mhhh..."

A soft hum in response made him chuckle.

A few moments later, the sound of Ivan preparing your bath drifted through the door separating the bedchamber from the bathroom. Ivan must've used the second door, ensuring your full privacy.

As intended.

He gazes at your nearly perfectly marked skin, his cold fingers tracing soft patterns on it. Feeling weak himself, he reaches for the carafe on the nightstand and fills a glass to drink. As his gaze returns to you, he can't help but smile fondly.

You're asleep, looking flushed, with the golden light of the candles illuminating the shared kingsize bed.

His gaze roams over your face, your messy hair, flushed cheeks, your body, and your neck, marked with his bites and hickeys—evidence of your shared intimacy. He hums softly, gently tracing his thumb over your soft cheeks.

He continues to trace the shapes of his marks on your skin before pulling you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight, and whispering in a low, shaky voice,

"My darling..."

You lie there motionless, sleeping like a princess from a fairytale. He watches you for a while, a slight, possessive smile dancing on his lips as he lets his eyes roam over your body, the marks he's left on your skin, claiming you again and again.

He gently runs his fingers through your hair, letting them ghost over the soft skin of your face, gradually losing himself in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

You huff in your sleep, the bedsheets soaked with your shared liquid once more.

He sighs at the sight and sound, a shudder of desire running through his body, though he's exhausted and cannot go at it, again.

While the sexual intimacy is new to him, it feels almost too familiar and natural with you. He doesn't believe he will ever deny this pleasure again, enraptured by the way you look after their shared moments. He's obsessed with how you called out his name, how intoxicated yet overwhelmed you appeared.

It was clear to him that your pleasure was crucial to his own.

He gently runs his fingers over the dampness on the sheets, letting out an amused huff as he pulls you a bit closer, nuzzling his face against yours in a soft, intimate gesture.

You nuzzle against him in your sleep.

He can't help but let out a soft, fond chuckle at your innocent gesture in such a wrecked state. He runs his fingers through your hair and lets his lips ghost over your forehead before whispering against your skin,

"You're so adorable, мышка..."

After about half an hour, you open your eyes.

He's gently watching you, still holding you close, his arms wrapped around you. His eyes meet yours the moment you open them.

The corners of his lips quirk up into a small, fond smile as he gently runs his fingers through your hair, tracing your skin.

"Welcome back, dear..."

You let out a soft sigh. "I think I'm pretty much the thing people call 'sore' now... We can't have sex for a week, I'm afraid."

The way you cite amusing facts from seemingly other people's experiences is utterly adorable to him.

He huffs out a soft laugh, amused that you're still able to speak in coherent sentences despite the state you were just in. A small, fond smile plays on his lips as he caresses your hair, his touch careful and tender.

"Yes... I'm aware of that, love. My apologies." He lets out a low chuckle.

"You might have to suffer through a week of celibacy because of me."

"Celibacy?" you pout. "I can't accept that now, can I? I still want to kiss you."

He huffs out another soft laugh at the sight of your pout, and the corners of his lips quirk up into an amused smile.

"Darling, you're in no condition for kissing, or walking for that matter."

You nod. "We can still kiss, my love..."

He gently hums, his purple eyes watching you as he gives the idea serious thought. His fingers continue to run through your hair, and he huffs out another low chuckle. Amusement dances in his eyes as he speaks,

"A kiss, hm?"

He tilts your face up slightly, gazing into your eyes as he whispers in a low, slightly teasing voice, "Just a single kiss, love?"

"I would give you as many kisses as you want."

"Oh, really now?"

He raises an eyebrow, amused, the corners of his lips twisting into a small, fond smirk. He lets his thumb gently run over your lower lip before whispering again, his voice low and teasing, "How about five kisses, then?"

"500 instead?" you reply cutely.

An amused huff escapes his lips, taken aback by your cutesy, adorable demand. A wider smirk plays around his lips now.

"Fifty hundred, now?"

He hums in contemplation as his fingers absently play with your hair, the smirk remaining on his lips as he says,

"Hm, a bit selfish now, are we?"

You groan softly.

"I'm afraid you owe me a bathtub full of bubbles and my husband inside it. I will give you kisses there."

He huffs out another amused laugh, his lips stretching into a smirk as he whispers in a lower, slightly seductive voice,

"A bathtub full of bubbles, hm? And all of my attention and affection focused on you?"

"One could say that..." you respond innocently.

A low, amused hum rumbles in his chest, and desire flickers in his eyes as he suddenly rolls you onto your back, now towering over you. His fingers gently caress your face as he whispers, his eyes never leaving yours,

"So demanding..."

"Am I bothering you?" you ask, with a gentle expression.

He chuckles at your question and the tone in which you ask it. Trapping you with his body, he gently runs his thumb over your skin, leaning in closer, his lips only a few centimeters away from yours. He whispers in a dark, seductive voice,

"Oh, love, my darling one, you're not bothering me at all. Quite the opposite.

I don't mind pampering you a bit, not at all."

You kiss him softly.

He smiles softly, his expression uncharacteristically gentle, showing the aftereffects of your shared intimacy.

"Our bathtub is prepared, моя любовь."

You smile softly, your fingers caressing his hair away from his deep, violet eyes, now even more captivating.

"Uhm... I... I can walk, l'm sure."

Oh, he knows you can't. But he's eager to see you try.

"Of course, love."

He moves away from your body, stabilizing himself as his head seems to spin a little, given his anemic and fragile state.

To your surprise, he's not bothered to stand there fully naked and vulnerable, giving you strength to face your own vulnerable state.

You gently sit up, feeling a mild ache in your stomach and groin. It's bearable but not comfortable. You slowly and carefully stand, trying not to worry him, even though it's almost impossible to hide anything from him.

The ache is manageable, but your wobbly legs give way, and you fall back onto the bed, sitting up.

That hurt.

"B-baby..." your eyes well up, not from the ache but from discomfort. "I-it's not as comfortable as l imagined..."

Concern immediately takes over as he looks at you, his arm still wrapped around you, supporting you.

It was expected, yet he can't help the pang of guilt at your discomfort. Those new feelings might as well bother his health, at this point.

"It's from earlier, my love. The soreness from earlier."

You hug him, seeking comfort. And you continue to hug him. "Can you help me walk?"

He gently hums in affirmation, wrapping his arms around you more tightly, his hands placed on the back of your legs.

"Of course... up we go. Careful, now..."

He lifts you gently, pressing your body against his, and slowly exits the bedroom with you in his arms, heading towards the bathroom and carefully placing you into the bathtub.

"Thank you, my love." You smile softly.

He responds with a gentle hum and a warm smile, his eyes once more studying your face, taking in the blissful, slightly dazed expression.

"It's no problem at all, darling. Just relax now. The warm water should help with the soreness."

"And you're coming in too, right?" you ask.

He gives you a cheeky smirk and huffs out a small, amused laugh, climbing in.

"Well, naturally, my love. How else am I supposed to properly help you relax, hm?"

You giggle, making space for him so you can sit on his lap.

He huffs out a small chuckle and settles comfortably, stretching his legs properly in the tub to accommodate you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his chest. A pleased, content hum escapes his lips as he looks down at you, his chin resting on your head.

“Mhhhh~” you relax against his chest. “How long will our honeymoon be, my love? I know you can’t truly relax and quit working.”

He lets out a small sigh, almost frustrated by the question. His hands gently run over your arm as he holds you close. A soft hum escapes his lips in contemplation before he replies, his voice low and deep.

“Honestly, my dear… I’m not sure. I have a lot on my plate at the moment, and I don’t know when I’ll have time for a full-on vacation.”

Well, actually, he knows. And he knows that you know too. But you’re so considerate and soft to not dwell on it further.

“I see…” you say softly. “It’s alright, my love. I’ll study cooking when you’re not home to make you wonderful dishes.”

He hums in acknowledgment at your words and gently cups your face with one hand, a smile playing around his lips as he lifts your head to make you look at him.

“That does sound very good, darling. You know, I’m quite looking forward to having you prepare meals for me…”

You smile softly.

He returns the smile and gently pulls you closer against his chest again, burying his face in your hair and letting out an appreciative hum, his hands gently running over your skin as he holds you close.

“My perfect little housewife.”

“Also... I wanted to ask you if you could buy me some acrylic paint and brushes?” you ask softly.

He quirks an eyebrow in mild surprise at your question, a slightly amused, curious hum escaping his lips. He gently lifts his head to look at you again.

“Acrylic paint and brushes, hm? Whatever are you going to do with those, my love?”

“I would like to paint when you’re not here... I can’t just cook and read all day, right? I need to do something else sometimes,” you say, then your eyes widen. “My love, I could cut new roses every month from our garden, right?”

He huffs out a small laugh and lifts a hand to gently pat your head, his eyes roaming your face, taking in your wide-eyed yet innocent, sweet expression. A fond, affectionate smile stretches his lips apart.

“I don’t mind, love. You may buy as many painting supplies as you like.” His hand gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues, his smile never wavering. “And yes, you may cut roses from our garden if you like, darling.”

You kiss his cheek. “Thank you…! Can I also go shopping with my friends?”

A slight hum of contemplation escapes his lips as he ponders your question. There’s a hint of something akin to possessiveness in his eyes, and his hands suddenly tighten their grip on you.

“Shopping with your friends... are you going to see Nikolai, by any chance?”

“Nikolai? I don’t believe so... I haven’t seen him since our engagement ceremony.”

He nods in acknowledgment, his eyes never leaving your face as he studies your expression closely. His gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips. There is something almost menacing about the way his eyes glimmer as he holds you against him, his grip still firmly locked on you.

“Good. You may go shopping with your other friends.”

You tilt your head.

“Don’t tell me... you’re not jealous, right?”

He lets out another chuckle, his gaze once more roaming over your face, and there’s an amused, dark undertone in his voice when he replies, his eyes never once leaving yours.

“Of course I’m not, darling. Why ever would you think I am?”

He knows that you know, but it is almost a childish impulse on his part that he cannot seem to grasp. It is frustrating and meaningless. But it is there.

“Because of Nikolai?”

He hums slightly again, still holding you close against his chest. He suddenly lets out a cold, low chuckle, and his eyes lock with yours again as he replies, his voice dropping a notch.

“And why, my darling, would Nikolai of all people make me jealous?”

“Because he is a man?”

He lets out a sound that could be called a growl in response to your question, his hands gripping you more tightly now, the almost possessive manner not going unnoticed by you as he speaks.

“I trust you, my love, don’t I?”

A gentle yet sharp edge to his thick Russian accent cannot go unnoticed. Oh, how you love his edging, manipulative way of delivery.

“You do, as I trust you,” you say softly, kissing his hand, resting on your chest.

He hums, pleased, and the grip of his hands relaxes as his eyes roam over your face. There is a slight hint of affection in his gaze as you kiss his hand, and he gently tucks another strand of hair behind your ear, his hand then gently cupping your cheek.

“Such a sweet and loyal little darling I have…”

You hum cutely, resting against his chest with closed eyes.

He hums in an almost satisfied, content manner, tightening his grip around you now. His hands once more secure you in his lap, against his chest. He can’t help but breath in your scent, the faint smell of shampoo and the natural scent of your own skin.

“And you’re all mine. For me alone.”

“I’m all yours, my love.”

“All mine, darling,” he mumbles against your skin, his lips gently brushing over your neck as he breathes his words into your skin. His arms pull you even closer, as if trying to merge with you, make you one.

“I’m very happy that we’re living here... it’s so beautiful.”

One of his hands slowly runs through your hair, gently stroking the long, soft strands. He sighs in agreement, his lips still gently roaming your neck, leaving a wet trail over your skin as he murmurs against you.

“Indeed, it’s quite scenic, isn’t it?” He hums again before suddenly sinking his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, leaving a possessive mark. “And so peaceful and quiet, as well…”

You look at him cutely, innocently.

“I’m still wondering how you managed to capture my taste so well? I believe I only talked about a huge land, a mansion with a private library, and a lake. But how could you find the exact estate I had always dreamt of?” you ask with a loving, affectionate gaze.

His eyes study your expression after your question, almost intently, and a hint of a smirk plays around his lips. After a few seconds of contemplative silence, he sighs heavily, his gaze never leaving your face as he speaks, his fingers gently playing with a strand of your hair.

“Let’s just say I have my ways, my love.” He leans down to your ear, his voice dropping a notch, growing slightly menacing once more, as he mumbles to you in a low whisper. “After all, I will do anything to please you, darling.”

Your jaw drops with realisation.

“Did you... hack my phone? Or even my... Pinterest account?”

He lets out a slight chuckle as your jaw drops, and he gently lifts your chin with his hand, running his thumb over your plush lower lip. When you mention the possible invasion of your privacy, his smirk only widens, and his dark voice drops even lower, a definite hint of menace in it as he speaks to you in a low whisper, still gently caressing your lip with his thumb.

“That would only be one of the many, many possibilities, my love.”

You giggle loudly, kissing him.

“That is such a beautiful way to invade my privacy.”

He accepts your kiss and hums slightly against your lips when you call it a beautiful invasion of your privacy. When he pulls back, there’s a satisfied smirk on his lips and he gently cups your face with his hands, his fingers brushing over your cheeks as he speaks, one eyebrow elegantly quirked up.

“You seem quite unbothered by the thought of being spied on, my love.”

“Why would I? I have nothing to hide from you. I’m all yours and you’re welcome to spy on me anytime you wish.”

“That is good. You belong to me, and I want to have access to every little part of you. After all, no one is allowed to touch you but me.”

“I love you.”

He hums in response to your words, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbles his reply, his lips still lingering on your skin as he speaks, his voice low and deep, yet soft.

“I love you too, my darling.”

His eyes show the ignited dark flame deep inside his very soul, the meaning behind it an enigma. His voice dripping with intensity, he continues speaking with an almost chilling voice.

“More than anything.”

He pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression softening. His fingers continue to gently caress your cheeks, his touch tender as he keeps you close.

He then closes his eyes, relishing your caresses like a cat being petted, a slight, satisfied hum escaping his lips as he lets out a deep sigh. He stays like this for a moment, eyes closed and basking in your touch, before he speaks again, his voice more than a low murmur.

"You're spoiling me now, my love."

“I will do so until the day I die.”

He is quiet for a second.

He huffs out a quiet chuckle and suddenly opens his eyes again, a smug, slight smirk playing around his lips as he gazes down at you. His hands gently, tenderly caress your cheeks as he lets out a deep hum, his voice dropping several notches as he speaks to you, a hint of possessiveness seeping back into it.

You're quite the naive little darling sometimes, aren’t you?

“My love..."

Fyodor leaned down to your ear, gently tugging at your earlobe with his teeth as he murmured,

"…I will never let you die."

You’re an intelligent person, indeed. Intelligent enough to see beyond the surface of his words, intelligent enough to see his true self behind his cold and calculating demeanour.

But even you didn't realize that he was speaking literally, this time. Maybe because you’re in such a rush of positive emotions, so that you’re blinded by them? Who knows.

You knew of his immortality through his ability, Crime and Punishment, but also understood your own mortality. Yet, he would indeed find a way to ensure you lived as long as he did. You smiled, unaware of the full meaning behind his words.

"My love is immortal too, so l will always be by your side."

His eyes held a strange, twisted humor as he listened to you, fully aware of your ignorance to his true intentions.

He found your naivety endearing and his plans even more so. His hands gently cupped your face again as he murmured with a hint of sinister amusement,

"Yes, darling, you will. You will remain at my side forever."

You smiled and kissed him softly once more.

He hummed against your lips, deepening the kiss as his teeth grazed your lower lip. For a while, only the soft smacking of your lips was heard. He broke the kiss and pulled back, his eyes fixed on you as his deep voice lowered.

"It seems I'm becoming quite addicted to you, my dear."

"I'm sure not nearly as addicted as I am."

A quiet, amused chuckle escaped him as you called yourself addicted to him.

His eyes roamed over your face with a hint of something almost sinister, his voice dropping to a low, cocky murmur.

"Such devotion, such loyalty..."

He leaned down, letting his lips brush over the skin of your neck, his breath hot against you as he murmured, makes me want to own every single part of you."

"You own me, my love. Body and soul."

You glanced around, admiring the expansive land from the grand window.

The blue hour cast a beautiful light over the vast garden, and the sea shimmered below the estate.

He followed your gaze to the window, tightening his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. His voice, mixed with contentment, resonated deeply.

"That's right. And I will claim every last corner of you. Every last inch."

"The weeping willows look so beautiful by our private lake... you saw them on my Pinterest board, didn't you? I'm sure I never talked about my love for them."

He observed the landscape, a dark glint in his eyes as he looked back at you, his amused smirk returning.

"Indeed, it seems I did catch every little detail from your board, my love. Nothing escaped me, darling."

"You even included the swans!"

He chuckled again, pleased that his attention to detail was appreciated.

His arms tightened around you as he spoke, his deep voice full of pride.

"Of course I did, my love. All those little details you cherish, every single one of them, I want you to have. I will make sure, darling, that you want for nothing and have everything your heart desires."

Your eyes are filled with deepest adoration. Your eyes are speaking of an immortal love, as you’re unable to speak about anything.

You need some time to be able to form proper sentences again.

"I wonder... you told me there's another part of our land. Does that mean we have horses too?"

He grinned widely, the dark gleam in his eyes intensifying as he heard you mention horses. He pulled you closer, his arms like steel around you, his voice dripping with smugness.

"You're quite observant, my love. Indeed, we do."

Your jaw dropped, and you hugged him tightly with affection.

"I can't believe it... we have horses?!"

His smirk widened at your reaction.

Your innocent surprise was endearing.

He laughed softly, caressing your back as he replied, his deep voice full of possessiveness. "You're making me nearly forget how innocent, naive, and utterly adorable you are, my love. But yes, we have horses."

"I don't believe I can bear it if you make me love you even more..." you whispered, your eyes brimming with tears as he fulfilled your childhood dreams.

He gently lifted your chin, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with devotion, possessiveness, and a wicked, amused satisfaction. His arm stayed firm around you as he murmured, "And yet, here you are, falling for me even more with every passing second, my love."

You hugged him tightly, placing numerous kisses on his face.

He chuckled quietly, enjoying your affection. His arms held you tight as he let himself be showered with kisses.

"You're being quite the affectionate little darling now, my love."

"You're making me so happy... how could I not?"

He tightened his embrace, his voice dripping with satisfaction and posses-sion. "And I will keep making you happy, my love. I want to keep you in this state, making you cling to me, making you love me more every time I give you what you desire."

"Our future children will love living here too, I'm sure."

His gaze took on a sinister quality as he imagined your future children running around the estate, living a life of luxury and comfort. He smirked, his voice dripping with smugness and possessiveness. "And our little heirs will grow up healthy, happy, and spoiled."

You looked at him cutely. "Don't you think... that since we have such a beautiful home, shouldn't we make as many children as possible?"

He studied your face, his smirk widening into an amused smile as he looked at you.

"We’ll see about that, my dear.”

“I’ll do my best to to be a good mother..”

Your soft muttering while gazing out of the window snaps him out of his own thought process. You were just so…ethereal.

Motherhood would fit you perfectly.

His eyes roam over your body, gazing intently on your stomach.

You, full with his child.

His own.

Just like you. Something, that utterly belongs to him.

A picture perfect family, the way god intended it to be.

He hummed in agreement, not missing the opportunity to tease you, his soft and adorable wife.

"You really are just made to be mine, aren't you? Mine to pleasure, to own..”

He whispers.

“…and to breed."

You’re shouting with a cute pout, your cheeks flushed.

“F-Fyodor!”

He laughed softly, your cuteness fueling his possessive streak. A smirk spread across his lips as he responded, his voice a deep, possessive murmur.

You’re his indeed.

In any possible, imaginable way.

[octuscle]

New Job

It had been a long day. It was already almost dark when Markus made his way from the insurance company he served as a management consultant to the hotel on this warm July evening. The Frankfurt train station district, which he had to cross to get there, began to glow in predominantly red neon light. Drug addicts, prostitutes, night owls and pimps mingled in the streets. At the corner in front of the entrance to a brothel, the doorman approached Markus. "Hello stud, you look like you could use a distraction. We have the wettest and horniest pussies in town!" Markus declined with a smile. Not at all, because it was a hard day and he just wanted to go to bed. He had the best argument of all to be left alone here. With that, he could keep pimps and hookers alike off his back. "Sorry, not interested. I'm gay." The bouncer looked Markus deep in the eyes and grabbed his crotch. "That's even better. I'm about to have a break. Feel like some sex with a real man, tie boy?" Markus looked at the fellow. Damn, this guy was sexy as hell. Short-shaven hair, the tight-fitting undershirt accentuated his well-toned figure and showed off the tattoos excellently. And grabbing the crotch of the perfectly fitting 501 made the bulge even bigger. The same thing happened with the bulge in Mark's navy blue virgin wool suit. "How much is this going to cost me?" he asked. The bouncer shook Markus' hand. "Ivan, pleasantly. Now you are my friend. I don't take money from friends." At that moment a guy who could be Ivan's brother came out the door, gave Ivan a fistbump and lit a cigarette. He eyed Markus and said if the stud would like to ride some of the horniest mares in town. Ivan laughed and said that the tie boy was his friend. He grabbed Markus by the tie and pulled him into the entrance of the brothel.

The way past the hookers, who showed breasts and pussies in the aisles, was the purest gauntlet for Markus. Ivan pulled him behind him up a narrow stairwell and then into a small room on the second floor. Two beds, a clothes rail, a TV on the wall. Nothing more. But Markus had no eyes for that anymore. The idea that he, as an excellently educated, highly paid management consultant, would have sex with a chav in this shabby brothel made him infinitely horny. And Ivan didn't seem to need to get going either. The two of them tore off their clothes, their tongues deep in the other man's throat. With Ivan this was easier than with Markus, but Ivan was strong and so jacket, shirt and undershirt soon lay in shreds on the floor. Ivan drove his tongue down Markus' neck, sucked Markus' nipples while he loosened the belt and opened the suit pants, freed Markus' boner from his boxer briefs and sucked greedily on the boner. Markus began to moan in ecstasy and thrust his cock into Ivan's face again and again. And Ivan was a professional. When Markus already thought he was going to cum at any moment, Ivan pulled his head back (not without running the tip of his tongue down the entire length of Markus' cock), turned Markus' body, threw him on the bed and fucked him as hard as Markus had never been fucked before. Damn, who was he kidding. Markus was fucked so hard every day. Unless he was fucking other fellows. His 120 euro haircut became a cheap buzz cut. His body became slimmer, wirier and more muscular. Tattoos adorned his chest, arms and six-pack. And with every thrust of Ivan's cock into his ass, he forgot more about his white-collar life. And more memories of a life in the red light district formed in his mind.

Fuuuuuuuck! Ivan shot his load in Markus' ass. Markus didn't need much more to cum himself. Ivan pulled his cock out of Markus' ass, turned Markus on his back and at that moment Markus shot his load into his own face and on his own chest. Ivan fell exhausted onto the bed and the two sweaty and cum-smeared bodies lay tightly entwined on the crusty sheets.

It was a warm summer night and the streets of Frankfurt's red light district were crowded. Full of sensationalist tourists, but also full of johns. Ivan and Marek were standing in front of the brothel smoking a cigarette. Ivan was addressing potential customers for the hookers. Marek had a different strategy. He made eye contact with other men. When they held eye contact, Marek wordlessly grabbed his crotch. Big words were not his thing. But his language was clear. If the man followed his example and also grabbed his crotch, Marek would just say "I'll fuck you for 100." He did not negotiate on the street. When his victim nodded, Marek just turned around and walked past his colleagues into Ivan's and his room. The rest usually followed on its own.

Pic of the recruitement found @platon65

[trnsfrmtn111]

Ivan was fucked.

A man in his late-20's, he had decided to take a solo trip to Manila not as one of those tourists, but to investigate an odd phenomenon. In the more impoverished and working class neighborhoods, there was a strange rumor of a particular (and illegal) liquid which could help someone gain a sort of "macho" energy. He'd only found out about it when an anonymous tipper who later went missing sent him an odd video recording. It was of a group of Filipino men, all muscular and topless, drinking some sort of purplish liquid from a small glass, before simultaneously flexing and grunting.

And it was apparently making the rounds in his city.

After a long-haul flight, he navigated the busy roads and tight alleyways before finding himself at the location of the video. It was a dingy corner near the river. There was barely any people around, except for a group of men. They looked similar to the ones in the video.

Trying to get a closer peek to gather some evidence, he inched closer with his phone camera, pretending to just be another lost tourist. But just one small thing.

He accidentally left his flash on.

The moment the flash went off, all the men's heads turned to his direction. "Oy! He wants da liquid!" One of the guys blurted out, chuckling silently as the others quickly tackled him to the ground.

"You ah, you want our secret? Putangina mo, katulad ka lang ng huli. Gusto mo kaming ilantad!" The guy with the towel around his neck shouted as the others continued pinning him to the ground, their sweaty bodies causing Ivan's nose to scrunch up.

The guy in the red, their leader, quickly pocketed the liquid he was searching for. In its place, he brought out a smaller vial. It was a strange greenish hue. Taking the cap off, the man smiled and laughed. "Inumin mo." He said in a stern voice.

Ivan tried fighting the men off, but it was no use. When the man in red forced his mouth open, he could do nothing but allow the warm liquid to slide down his gullet as the men around him undressed him. It was time.

Immediately, Ivan felt everything shift and change. It started with his legs, as they ballooned with muscle with his calves thickening. Then his torso bulked up too, his pecs turning into mountains and his abs pushing out. His cock pushed against his underwear, becoming a solid 8 inches.

His arms rippled and grew, while he felt his neck and face shift. His lips became fuller, his nose wider, as his once long locks of blonde hair fell off and became replaced with a buzzcut. His once pasty white skin eventually darkened into a beautiful bronze, as he started to smell his own sweat. He felt awful.

Then came the mental changes.

While his physical form changing caused him great distress, the pain rummaging through his brain became unbearable as he cried out. "S-stop it p-please....Ayaw ko ng g-ganito!" He screamed as his tongue became rewired to just speak Filipino. He felt memories of his old education in Australia cease to be, as they became replaced with newer, harsher memories. He remembered having to drop out early, earning himself a local job in one of the bars as a dancer, before turning to construction work. His intelligence plummeted, while he felt something stir in his pants. Before long, he cummed his old life away, to be replaced with a newer one.

...

It has been a couple of weeks since then. Ivan's disappearance back home was all but overlooked. But in the streets of Manila, there was a new man, Ligaya.

A stocky and well-built man in his late-40's, he worked in the local construction yard with a few of his buddies. Quite a fool himself, he was often made the laughingstock of his "barkada", as they went around drinking and occasionally fucking each other.

And for Ligaya, the latter half of that sentence was all but true.

"Name: Ligaya Age: 49 Location: Tondo, Manila Description: maliboggggg. luking for seks."

As for the mystery of the "macho" liquid, it remains safe, becoming a well guarded secret among many in the area. Unless of course, you want to come looking for it 😈.

[kasagia]

❄️️Warm my heart pt. 8 (end)❄️️

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/ The Darkling x fem! heartrender! reader Summary: Winter Fiesta at Christmas? Great idea. After all, there is no better opportunity to end the drama that has been going on between you and the general than at a huge ball thrown by Lantsov. Word Count: 3,6k Taglist:@aoi-targaryen @budugu @flostvs1508 @chelseyyouraverageluigi ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova’s Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ ~•♤♤♤•~ Part 7 ~•♤♤♤•~

You liked Christmas, but the winter fete that preceded it was a terrible event.

Especially since this year you weren't leaving to visit your brother right away, and in the next few hours you were going to find out whether the man you gave your heart to was really an immortal, power-hungry monster who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

In hindsight, you would probably prefer to endure the snark and rudeness of your grandparents and your siblings.

You took a shaky breath as you walked out of the Little Palace. At the exit, you met Fedyor and Ivan, who reconciled after Ivan promised to meet his family. The bastard knew it would be impossible this year, so he agreed, but as long as Fedyor is happy about it, then you are too.

Fedor's worse half separates from you as they reach the great hall of the king's palace.

You and Fedyor blend in with the crowd of other Grisha. You manage to grab a glass of champagne and sip it while watching the people around you. You unconsciously look at Alina, which Fedyor immediately notices.

"Are you waiting for the big show?" he asks, referring to the little show of power Alina and Aleksander were about to do.

Luckily, you missed out on being a circus monkey at the party this year (you suspect Aleksander didn't want to anger you more), so all you had to do was try to get through the last few hours as pain-free as possible.

"I can't wait." you say sarcastically, grabbing something sweet from the snack table. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice your friend smirking. "What is it? What did you do?"

"I? Nothing at all," he lies, leaning on the table and grabbing something to eat.

"I know you too well for you to lie to me. I've seen this conspiratorial smile more than once. What's going on?" you ask, looking at him carefully and expectantly.

Before you can push him further to speak, Genya joins you, saving the man from your further investigation. She shows you some Inferni tricks. When you look away, they both exchange knowing glances, and Fedyor silently thanks her for saving him.

"You look pretty." Genya comments, turning to you as the three of you eat the sweets. Take advantage of the opportunity while you can. In the Little Palace, you rarely ate anything other than those nasty herrings. "I like your earrings. Moonstone, right?"

"David made them for me. Initially, they were supposed to be… something else, but he had enough material to make me earrings as well."

"Yes, he is very talented. And what was most of it he spent on making?" she asks curiously as you three walk to a more distant part of the room where there are much fewer people.

"A ring."

"A ring? I don't see any on your finger."

"It wasn't supposed to be for me. Christmas gift." you explain vaguely.

The ring was supposed to be for Aleksander... no proposal or anything else. He recently lost his ring, so you asked David to make him a new one, practically the same as his old one but with a piece of moonstone inside.

"Oh, I see. You know, David told me that the moonstone has… a very special meaning," she says teasingly.

"Really? And how often do the two of you talk like that?" you ask just as teasingly, and she blushes too.

You both laugh, and only now do you notice that Fedyor has also disappeared somewhere, leaving you and Genya alone.

"May I ask who that special gift is?"

"I... I haven't decided yet." you tell her what is actually true.

This evening was to decide everything. That evening, Aleksander was to put his plan into action. If he really decided to use Alina in his plans... you had a backup plan ready. Which you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

You notice Aleksander as soon as he enters the room.

And you are speechless at the sight of him.

At the sight of his black kefta embroidered with red threads.

He gives you a short, meaningful look and goes to greet the royal family. You turn immediately towards Genya with a questioning look, and she simply shrugs.

"He wanted a matching kefta." she explains, but she frowns at your growing excitement. "But I want you to be careful. He's… a powerful man. Even if you tamed him a little."

You are going to deny her words, defend him, and say that he is not as bad as everyone makes him out to be, but you are speechless for the second time when soon after Alina enters the room in a black kefta with gold embroidery.

You shake your head, laughing bitterly.

"Apparently not." you say, staring at Alin with envy. The bitter bile of jealousy and hurt wells up inside you as you try to focus on your anger rather than the tears welling up in your eyes.

Genya stares at her as surprised as you, searching for someone in the crowd.

"I don't understand… after all…"

"Don't worry, I understand." you say firmly and coldly, making the redhead shiver. You ignore her, staring at Alina as she approaches Aleksander from behind, surprising him when she smiles sweetly at him. "And I'm not going to be part of this fucking threesome."

You leave Genya alone before she can say anything. You don't stay for the Alina and General show. You just walk out, pushing your way through the crowd and finding the back exit where the fewest guards are patrolling. All you wanted was to disappear into the shadows.

Aleksander looked for you frantically after Alina approached him. But he doesn't see you anywhere. You left Genya alone, and he wasn't able to spot you in the crowd.

He did his little show with the Sun Summoner and left her with her friends. He moved quickly towards the exit, catching Genya's gaze. The woman immediately followed him. They both left the room and went into the corridor, where Fedyor was already waiting for them.

"What happened there?" he asks them furiously. "Who gave her that damn kefta? That wasn't the plan."

"Um… David saw Baghra leaving the Grand Palace."

Aleksander frowns in anger at Fedyor's words. He clenches his fists and takes a few breaths to calm himself down. His mother always had to destroy everything that was good. He should've predicted it.

"And where is she now?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Baghra?" Fedyor asks hesitantly as Genya gently moves towards him.

"Y/N!!" they both tremble when they hear him shouting. Shadows circle him, giving him an even more ominous look. He sighs when he sees the fear in their eyes, and with a wave of his hand, everything returns to normal. “I meant Y/N.” he says more calmly, slightly embarrassed by his sudden outburst.

"We do not know. David followed her, but she vanished from his sight."

"Vanished?" Fedyor nods. Aleksander immediately thinks of his mother. Only she and he knew the exact location of the hidden corridors in the Grand and Little Palace. She had to take you. Convince you finally that he is a monster. "I want our men at every exit gate around the castle, at every exit and entrance, and at the sewers that lead from here. As soon as you see her, you are to capture her and alert the rest."

"Baghra or Y/N?"

"Both!" he says angrily, walking towards the exit of the palace. "And you two are to guard the Sun Summoner. I don't want her to disappear too."

He doesn't go far before Ivan catches up with him with the news that there was an attack on Alina. He freezes in his steps. It cannot be split.

He can either look for you or protect the Sun Summoner.

And the choice is simple for him.

You kept your hand pressed tightly to your mouth to keep from making any sound as you walked down the hall of the Grand Palace. Tears flowed freely from your eyes, somehow making their way through your hand and into your mouth so you could taste the saltiness of your defeat.

He chose Alina. Actually, both of you, but what difference did it make? You made it clear to him that you wouldn't be just another pushover in his life, just another face among many others. You wanted everything or nothing. Nothing half-hearted, no half-truths, and no being THE OTHER WOMEN.

As you walk and cry, you don't notice something suddenly moving in the shadows, and listening to the heartbeat of someone who might be hiding in a secret passageway in the hall is the last thing on your mind right now.

That's how someone grabs you tightly by the arm in an aching hug and drags you along with them to the hidden exit of the castle. You struggle and freeze, both shocked and irritated, as you see who caught you.

"Baghra? What the hell do you want?" you ask irritably, not wanting her to see you like this. You pull your hand from her grip and wipe the remaining tears from your face.

"I'm helping you, child. Do you think Aleksander won't send people after you who will lead you back to him like some pet?"

"I don't need your help." you growl, backing away from her in anger.

"You think so? So c'mon. Go, run away by yourself. I am sure he will find you. Maybe he will even put a collar on you too. You, Alina and Aleksander will have so much fun together."

You stand still, listening to her words like poison. You shake your head and turn to face her, watching her smirk with spite.

"You know what? I'm not surprised that he... that he thinks what he's doing is right. If he told me even a little bit of the truth about himself, then I know how you treated him. How you shaped him. So don't be surprised that your son became what he became when all you showed him was how to take advantage of other people and how to not care about anyone but his own goals and needs. Maybe if you hadn't run away from all those who are supposedly not worthy of your attention and hadn't taught him the same things, he would have turned out completely differently. Maybe if you saw him as something more than a creator of the fold, a Black Heretic, everything would be different. And don't worry. I can handle everything perfectly on my own."

You leave her in the secret corridor and don't look back as you return to the main halls of the Grand Palace.

Aleksander was furious. No one saw you, no one could find you. He ran out of the Little Palace and headed straight for the stables. You had to sneak out somehow. He hoped that maybe he would ride his horse around the area and find you.

He doesn't wait for the horseboy. He approaches his horse and saddles it quickly and expertly. He has his foot in the stirrup when he hears movement near the entrance.

"Are you going somewhere?" you ask, leaning against the entrance with your arms crossed.

He freezes, blinking a few times, making sure you're not some sort of vision, ghost, or other creature tormenting him. When he realises you're standing there in your body, he jumps off his horse and runs towards you. He hugs you to his chest and buries his nose in your hair. He lets out a shaky breath, inhaling your scent.

"Saints, where have you been?" he asks, not letting you move away from him. He needs to feel you close.

"On the way. Far from here. I turned back when I heard that there was an attack on Alina. Did anything happen to anyone?" you ask worriedly, moving away from him. He doesn't let you go far, just enough to look at him.

"I… I don't know." he admits, embarrassed, and you frown, looking at him in disbelief.

"How don't you know?"

"I left. I left Ivan, Fedyor, and Zoya in charge. I… I had to find you."

His confession makes your heart melt, and you bite your lips, holding back the sudden urge to kiss him. Your brain gets back on track as you start to think again about how your friends and other Grisha handle another attack on Sun Summoner.

"We have to come back to them." you tell him as you somehow manage to get out of his grasp and turn towards the exit.

"Wait... please." he says this and quickly overtakes you, blocking your only escape route. You stare into his dark eyes for a moment before shifting your gaze to his horse, which is watching the two of you closely. He doesn't let you take your eyes off him for long. He gently grabs your chin and forces you to meet his pleading gaze. "Talk to me."

"About what? We have nothing to talk about." you say, glaring at him defiantly.

Common sense screams at you to run away from him. He wasn't just the red flag; he was the whole red carpet. But how can you leave him when those dark eyes look at you so pleadingly, when he clings to you like to the anchor, like to the only thing that holds him sane?

"If that were true, you'd be on your way, far away. I know you could get through all those people I put on guard, even me. If we didn't have anything to talk about, I… I wouldn't be looking for you like a mad man, leaving the Little Palace in such a situation without my supervision. You know that."

"Why are you wearing a kefta with red embroidery? Why did Alina replace her blue one with a black one? You can't have a cake and eat it at the same time, Aleksander. I want... I want to be the only one for you... as you are the only one for me, even though this shouldn't happen. Even though I know what you did, but... I can't help seeing you as... as someone more than my general or the Darkling. I... please, just don't prove me I am that naive to love you."

You lift your head to look at him just as he leans down to capture your lips with his.

You stand there in shock for a moment, but you respond to his kiss with equal parts fervour, passion, and need. He wraps one hand around your waist, and the other gently cups your cheek, tilting your head to a different side to give him better access to your mouth. You moan into the kiss, grabbing the lapels of his kefta and pulling him even closer to you.

The thought occurs to you that he looks good in red.

His cold fingertips tease the hot skin of your neck as he begins to undo the buttons on your kefta. A shiver runs through you as you break away from him, realising that you two still have a few more things to explain before you can finally let yourself lose yourself in him.

"Wait, wait." he listens to you and immediately pulls away from you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He licks his lips and is about to ask you a question when you interrupt him. "Nothing happened. You didn't do anything wrong; I just need to know. What about Alina? And the fold?"

"She means nothing to me. She is nothing compared to you. She is just a means to an end, and I… might have changed my plans a little bit."

"What do you mean?" you ask, crossing your arms. He sighs and looks at you for a long time before answering.

"I'm not known for making noble decisions. But know that everything I do—everything I wanted to do—I did for Grisha's sake. And I admit... these were not good for everyone. I wanted to seduce Alina. Make her trust me, make her rely only on me, and take advantage of her. But then I promoted you. I needed help with the papers—someone who wouldn't question my authority and for whom Grisha's well-being was as important as mine. And you ruined all my plans after the first day when you argued with me about sending our people through the fold. I... for the first time in hundreds of years, I had someone who wasn't afraid to say what she thought. Someone who respected my opinion even if she didn't agree with it. I felt that… that I didn't have to be this monster around you, that I didn't have to keep up my image. That I don't have to be a Darkling for you to respect me. And I know I'm far from being a good man, but with you... with you, I remember what I was like before all this happened, before this whole thing with the fold. What I was fighting for. What I believed in. I thought that that man died a long time ago, but with you, I am... I can be just my old self. The one I really missed. The only one of many of my... well, version of myself that I didn't play or create for survival purposes. I live with you. Not just keep fighting to survive for the better times. So please believe me that when I say I love you, I say it from the deepest truth, from the remnants of my heart that I still have after the centuries I have lived. The remnants that you picked up and brought back to life, my little almighty heartrender. You don't have to want me back. I don't suspect you will… just please don't leave. Don't leave me again alone in my darkness."

And what can you say? What can you do other than go up to him and kiss him like you've never kissed anyone else? You don't know who is more surprised—you, him, or that damned horse neighing in the background, ruining your perfect moment. But you don't care. You kiss your shadow summoner and try to convince him that, from now on, he will never be alone. At least as long as you breathe.

"I have something for you," you say later that night as you lie in his arms in his bed.

After your little make-out session, you returned to the Little Palace and took care of everything. Baghra was gone, Alina was safe (with Mal returning after Aleksander had abandoned his search for the deer), and everyone in the palace had somehow survived another attack.

"I don't need anything except for you to stop squirming so much," he murmurs into your neck, tightening his grip on you as you try to reach for your kefta, which is discarded on the floor next to the bed.

"Aleksander!” you squeal, laughing when he touches the sensitive spot on your waist, making you tickle. "Don't you dare." you say, seeing his malicious look. "I'm serious. Tickle me, and I'll fly out the door, not caring who sees me naked."

"I'll remember that." he huffs, offended, and buries his face in your neck. His beard tickles your skin, and even more tickles your sensitive skin, where he left a few hickeys on it.

You somehow manage to reach into your kefta and take out a canvas pouch. You place it on Alexander's chest, smiling excitedly as he pulls away from you gently and takes the item, examining it in his hands.

"What is it?"

"Your Christmas' gift. Open it."

He doesn't question your order. He pulls you towards him so that you're sitting between his legs and leaning against his chest. He hugs you, holding you close to him and resting his chin on your head as he opens his pouch and selects a ring. You feel him hold his breath, and his heart speeds up.

"Don't worry; I'm not proposing to you. I'm not crazy enough to do it so quickly. Besides, I'm quite a traditionalist when it comes to this. I'll wait for my ring. I just know you lost yours somewhere and… I thought it would be a nice gift."

"Is this a moonstone?" you nod at his question.

"Do you like it?"

He doesn't answer. He places a kiss on your head and hands you the ring. He sticks out his left hand, obviously wanting you to put it on his finger.

You do it with trembling hands. It looks good on his finger. And the possessive thought crosses your mind that he is truly yours now.

"I have nothing for you, milaya. You'll have to wait before I pick up your gift from David and Genya." you turn around in his arms with a smile.

"I already have my gift. You let me warm your heart. That's all I wanted." he gives you that charming smile and kisses you. You smile against his lips, feeling his arms around you again as he pins you to the mattress to shower you with kisses again, hickeys and all his attention, whispering against your skin with every kiss how much he loves you and needs you.

And in the morning, you find a beautiful black kefta with red embroidery and a ring that matches the one you gave him. And as you hear his heartbeat against yours, you decide it's the best Christmas you've ever had.

[todarknessitfalls]

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[mochinek0]

Looking Back (Part 1)

Adrien couldn't help but look at Marinette across the room. The only thing that bothered him so much was that she was there with her husband, Damian Wayne. He saw the smile he missed; saw her laughing with friends. He could see how close she was to him, every time she turned and looked at him to continue the story.

"How did you meet your husband, Marinette?"

"Yeah he doesn't look familiar."

"Did he go to school with us; I feel like I would have remembered him."

"Uncle Jagged took me on tour when I graduated, half way through the year, and I met Damian during one of the stops." Marinette answered.

Adrien looked away and noticed his friends were uncomfortable. Some people, those closest to Mari, stopped listening to Lila. Kitty Section had launched to stardom with their amazing clothes, lyrics and Jagged Stones backing. The others…..'Did I do the right thing?' was running across their minds.

"Hey, let's get out of here for a bit." Kim spoke, "I need a drink.

"Alya nodded, "It's….unnerving, right now."

"I don't know." Nino declared.

"It'll only be for an hour." Kim sighed, "There's a place to drink a block away. We can walk over and back."

"We can take my car." Adrien smiled, "I'll probably only have one drink."

Outnumbered, Nino groaned, "I'll drive us back."

After a quick round up, they left to a near by bar.

"This isn't how I expected this reunion to go!" Alya whined, "I thought Marinette would be miserable and we would be telling her, 'You should have be nicer to Lila'. Why is her life; her friends' life, better than ours?"

"Odine broke up with me two months after she found out that I had pulled a prank on Marinette when we were twelve." Kim sighed, "She never got over it. She said I was heartless and a monster to do that to a girl. She said she would be terrified of having daughters with me. I wasn't even thinking that far ahead."

"Looks like you are now." Nathaniel stated.

"I- She was the first girl to confess to me and our dates weren't horrible!" Kim retorted.

Alix chuckled, "Thought that was Marinette."

The former swimmer growled, "Shut up! It's not my fault that girls only want some slim-fit guy!"

"Mylene and Ivan are married." Nino pointed out, "Neither of them are 'slim-fit'."

"That's right!" Alya shouted, "You're blaming us, but guys only want model types. Where's the love for curvy girls, huh? Show me thicc love, dammit!"

"I don't know." Kim spoke, "Where did it go, Nino?"

The DJ rolled his eyes, "It was a mutual break up. We had conflicting schedules and barely had time to talk to each other. It was a ten minute talk at most and then class or sleep. Even now, most dates I've had have been coffee because I'm tired after a gig."

Nino realized his best friend had been quiet so far. He was sure he would have defended himself when his long-time ex brought up models. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted five shot glasses.

"Hey, Dude, are you okay?" Nino questioned, "You ususally don't drink this much."

Adrien turned to Nino and pouted, "I should have married Marinette."

The model didn't expect the table to erupt in laughter.

"Nice one, Dude." Nino smiled, "I understand you want to be included."

"I'm serious!" Adrien whined.

"Dude, if you really feel that way, you only have yourself to blame." his best friend stated.

"Huh?" Adrien replied, confused.

"You were the blindest idiot, as a teen." Alix cackled.

Alya rolled her eyes, "Mari was head over heels for you. It's why she bullied Lila, duh."

Adrien tried to shake off the alcohol, "Bullied Lila?"

Alya took another sip, "You know because you and Lila were dating."

"I would never date that Bitch!" the model shouted.

Everyone froze and looked at him.

"What?" Kim questioned.

"I never dated Lila." the Agreste heir snarled, "I would have never-She's not my type. Fuck, I would never date a model, period. I have always hated modeling; both Chloe and Mari knew that. I did it to get my father's attention."

Everyone looked at each other as the web of lies began to untangle in front of them. After all these years, the thread had begun to snap.

"You all thought Mari was bullying Lila because she liked me?" Adrien continued to rant, "You forget she helped me get with Kagami. Kagami even told me she tried to get us back together. Hell, 'Gami had a crush on her, but ended up with Felix instead. She still says that if Mari suddenly wanted to get together, she'd drop Felix."

No one knew what to say. Everything they thought they knew, that kept them as friends was slowly coming undone. They had been 'Team Lila' for the longest time and now….what were they? Adrien never dated Lila. Adrien said he would never date her. He believed Marinette wouldn’t bully Lila simply because Lila had feelings for him because Marinette helped him get a girlfriend. If that was all true, why did Lila say they dated? Why did she say Marinette bullied her? As if a distant echo, they recalled Marinette calling their friend a liar. Had Lila really lied to them all this time?

Kim let out a loud belch, "Like we believe that." his speech slurring.

"You're saying I'm lying?" Adrien questioned.

Mr. 'Just A Friend' had feelings for her?" Kim answered, "Yeah, right."

"Mr. what?" Adrien asked.

"It's your catchphrase." the former swimmer laughed, "I'm sure you all remember. 'Who, Marinette? No! She's just a friend. She's a good friend. She's a great friend. You'll like her once you get to know her and be friends with her. She's an amazing friend'."

Alix yawned, getting bored of the dying party, "You had 'FRIENDZONE' tattooed on your forehead."

Alya relaxed. She had been so close to believeing that she had betrayed the wrong person, but Adrien having feelings for Marinette was laughable at this point.

"Marinette obviously got tired of hearing how much of a 'friend' she was to you." Alya declared, "The shit I had to listen to when we were friends! How 'dreamy' you looked. The names of you imaginary kids! You two gettign a hamster."

"She found someone better." Alix shrugged, "He's taller and looks strong as hell. The only things you share in common are green eyes and wealthy families."

"Gold digging, Bitch." Alya snarled.

"I thought that, too." Alix admitted, "From what Juleka tells me, Marinette makes more than Adrien alone on her fashion commissions. That's without using her muscle hubby or his family name. Rose said that not even Luka compares. Kitty Section went with them to the Caribbean and …muscles and scars. Said Mari couldn't keep her eyes of him and they barely saw her after that."

"Demon God." muttered Nathaniel.

"Demon God?" questioned Nino.

"His brothers call him 'Demon Spawn', but he's chiseled like the sexy Lucifer marble statues that the church said no to." Nathaniel groaned, "I should have taken my chance, too."

Nino glanced at Adrien and saw him tearing up.

'Shit.'

"Okay, I think we get the idea." the DJ stated, trying to change the subject.

"Alya's right. We tried to get them together so many times, but he always thought they were 'friendly outings' even though eveyone had a date." Kim continued.

Nathaniel took another shot, "Imagine getting kissed by the most popular girl at school and thinking she was 'just being nice'."

"Lila?" Alya replied, "I thought-"

"Lila was popular in class, only." Nathaniel answered, "Marinette was popular all over school. The true 'Queen' of the school."

Adrien quickly stood up, scraping his chair against the floor, and rushed out. Nino quickly rushed out after him.

"What's his problem?" Kim asked.

Alya's eyes trailed after Nino's back before she took another drink and turned back to the group.

Nino quickly spotted Adrien's car. He slowly approached it and found him sobbing in the passenger's seat.

'At least he didn't think he could drive.'

Nino walked around and sat in the driver's side. He simply patted his friend's back.

"Did-Is what Kim said true?" Adrien asked.

Nino unintentionally paused his hand's movements, trying to decide what would be best.

"Nino!" Adrien shouted, "You're my best friend! Is what-"

"Yes." he answered.

He could feel the weight of Adrien's gaze on him.

"We did try setting you up with Marinette." Nino spoke, calmly, "Everyone in the school could see she liked you. I don’t know when she stopped; we truly believed that she was mean to Lila because Lila was with you."

"Not in a million years." Adrien replied.

"You sure?" Nino asked, looking at his friend.

"Not even if it brought my mother back." Adrien growled, "I can't stand her."

Nino started the car as Adrien sunk into his seat. They drove in silence, but he faintly heard the model's sniffles. He knew Adrien might not possibly remember the night and he didn't want to say anything that was too damaging. It was a conversation for another time…if there ever was.

Adrien thanked Nino as they got out of the car and he took the keys form him, "She looked happy tonight, didn't she? Her smiles were always the brightest."

Nino watched as tears fell down his friend's cheeks. Adrien quickly turned and went inside. Nino sighed and took out his phone.

"Yo, Max. I need a ride." he spoke, "Got a minute to spare?"

[skzkiof]

can u write a fic of ivantill navigating their feelings after the kiss if they were both saved by the rebels

Till was annoyed. He was also feeling a lot of other things, undoubtedly, but annoyance was at the top of the list because why wouldn't they just let him see Ivan already?

"Can you please stop pacing?"

He paused mid-step and glanced over at Mizi.

"I just found out one of my friends who I honestly thought was dead has actually been alive this whole time and my other friend is currently being operated on after nearly giving his life to save me. Sorry if I'm a little antsy."

Mizi gave a small smile, undeterred by his bluntness as usual. Or what used to be usual. Till wasn't so sure what had or hadn't changed.

"He'll be okay, I promise." Even as she said it, her eyes were drawn to the closed door. They couldn't even hear anything through the thick metal. "You heard them; the wound was pretty minor. Just grazed his side."

Till pressed his lips into a thin line, hands curled into fists at his sides.

"Why did he do that?" he asked, barely louder than a whisper. Mizi stood up and crossed the hall, drawing him into a hug. He used to dream about this - having her undivided attention - but now it did little to ease the terrible pain in his chest.

Sniffing once, he hugged her tight. She didn't say anything, even as began to cry into her shoulder.

-

It was nearly two hours before the door opened and one of the healers - Mizi had introduced them but honestly Till couldn't remember her name; he had been kind of traumatized at the time, okay? - stepped out.

Till tried very hard not to focus on the blood staining the front of her shirt. "He's stable," she said.

"Okay, great." Till didn't even wait before trying to push past her; she didn't budge. "Come on! I just want to see him."

She smiled politely. "I didn't say you couldn't. Just try and be quiet, okay? He might be doze in and out, don't try to force him to stay awake."

Till pursed his lips. "I know," he grumbled. Mizi joined his side.

"Thank you," she said. With a shared nod, the healer left. Inside the room was the other healer; he quietly set a rag on Ivan's forehead before also leaving the room.

"He still has a slight fever," he explained. "If he asks, you can refresh the rag." He pointed to a bucket on the table with what Till could only hope was clean water.

Once he was gone, Till walked over to the bed and sat down. Mizi sat on the other side of the bed. Ivan hadn't stirred since they walked in.

He looked bad - terrible, even. His skin was even paler than usual, there was a bit of crusted blood still at the corner of his mouth, dark circles under his eyes.

But he was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"I'll just stay until he wakes up," Mizi said quietly, staring at him. "I just want to make sure he's okay."

Till had almost forgotten he wasn't the only one who had been wounded by what happened. He suddenly felt a little guilty.

"You don't have to leave," he said instead.

She smiled over at him; there was something about the look in her eyes that made Till feel exposed. He didn't like the feeling. "I think you two need to talk."

He didn't argue, even if the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk about what had happened. Any of it.

-

Ivan woke up about ten minutes later; he was groggy, as expected, voice hoarse and scratchy.

"Here." Till moved without even thinking, grabbing a cup he had noticed on the table a little earlier.

Ivan was too weak to even hold it. Till adapted quickly; he held the cup to his lips and tilted it back a little. Once Ivan was done, he set it aside again.

"So," he licked his lips. "I guess this isn't heaven, huh?"

Mizi laughed softly. "Not even close. But you're safe here, at least."

He sighed, groaning a little as he tried to sit up. Till moved quickly, gently grabbing his arm to help him. He wasn't even sure if he should be moving yet but he wasn't about to fight him; that just seemed like asking for even more trouble.

"I really expected to die up there," he said once he was settled, the rag fallen at his side. Till grabbed it, plopping it in the bucket for now.

Mizi pressed her lips together. "I think I'm going to go see if they have anything that'll be easy enough on your stomach," she said, gently touching Ivan's shoulder as she stood.

"I'm not hungry," he replied automatically.

She clicked her tongue. "Too bad; you need to eat to recover."

Without waiting for a reply, she swept around the bed and paused just long enough to squeeze Till's shoulder once before leaving the room.

The silence was almost suffocating.

"You weren't really choking me," Till blurted.

Ivan side-eyed him. "Of course not," he said slowly. "Did you really think I would?"

Till opened his mouth, closed it. "I'm not really sure of anything anymore," he admitted quietly.

"It was just a ploy," Ivan continued, looking away. "I don't know. I just needed them to believe it."

It was silent again for a few beats. Till stared at his hands.

"You could've killed me," he said eventually. "I didn't care."

He chanced a look; Ivan was still staring ahead at nothing, his mouth a tight line. "I would've never let that happen," he said and for a moment Till wasn't sure what he meant until - "I would've done anything to ensure your safety."

And that was the crux of it, huh?

Till thought of Ivan's hands around his throat, surprisingly gentle. He thought about his mouth. His lips. He had kissed Till like he was searching for something. Like he needed something.

"You kissed me," he said. It felt weird, finally saying the words.

Ivan snorted, shaking his head minutely. "I did." He side-eyed Till again. "I know it was selfish of me. I know."

"But if you could do it over again, would you still kiss me?"

Till wasn't even sure what had motivated him to ask. Ivan smiled; it was almost sad. "Probably."

He nodded. He wasn't upset. He wasn't even sure if he had been upset, in the moment, not for longer than a second. Mostly he had been confused.

But now that he had time to think on it, he wasn't so confused anymore.

"I never knew," he mused quietly. "I mean." He looked up, suddenly a little angry. "You never told me. You should've told me."

All that time he had been chasing after Mizi and a part of him had always known it was never going to happen. She had loved - she still did - love Sua.

Time wasted. He had never even considered...

"There was no reason to burden you with my own feelings," Ivan said evenly. "I'm selfish, maybe, but I didn't want to make things even more complicated for you."

Till breathed out through his nose. "You really think you were doing that for my sake?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice level. "You think you had the right to decide what was best for me?"

Ivan stared back at him, eyes as dark as ever. "I don't understand."

"You kept it from me," Till continued, pressing a hand to his chest, "because you were scared to say it. You were scared of how I would respond."

Ivan let out a humorless laugh. "We both know how you would've responded, Till." He sighed. "This is a pointless argument to have."

He still wasn't getting it. "No," he said, leaning closer. "We don't know how I would've responded because you never gave me the chance."

"Just like you gave the same chance to Mizi?" he shot back.

Till pressed his lips together. "That is not the same and you know it. Sua loved her back. It was different. I - " He paused, biting the inside of his cheek.

Suddenly the fight was drained out of him. Ivan eyed him warily.

"You what?" he asked, looking cautious and almost nervous. Till had never seen that expression on his face. He always looked so in control of everything. It was nice to be reminded he was really just human like the rest of them.

Till swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I think I could've liked you, Ivan. If only I had known."

Ivan stared at him like he wasn't really seeing him. "No," he said, too fast. He looked more scared, here, than he had up on that stage.

"Didn't factor that into your little plan, huh?" he asked; without asking, he pulled the rag out of the water and wrung it before leaning forward to gently scrub away the dried blood on his chin. "I don't think I ever really liked her, not in the way I thought I did."

Ivan was silent, his jaw clenched.

"I was just - I needed something. An escape. A dream. She was nice to me. Pretty..." Till sat back. "I think I just really wanted someone to care about me."

Ivan glanced at him briefly before looking away again.

"But this whole time I was blind to see I had that," Till felt his eyes burning. "Maybe you weren't as obvious about it, maybe you had your own way of showing it, but... that doesn't matter." He tossed the rag aside and reached for his hand; Ivan stiffened as he grabbed it but didn't pull away. "I would like to have a second chance."

Ivan stared at their hands. "You don't owe me this," he said, voice still carefully even.

"I'm not offering anything because I feel like endowed to you," he squeezed his hand, hard. "You know me well enough to know I wouldn't do that. Now stop fighting me on this and look at me."

Ivan lifted his head.

"Thank you, Ivan," he said, staring into his eyes - dark, yes, but warm, comforting and familiar - "for caring about me, even when I couldn't see it."

Ivan opened his mouth, closed it. He squeezed his hand back. If Till didn't know better, he would even say he was blushing a little.

Maybe he would always have a bit of regret for not really seeing Ivan earlier. Maybe Ivan would apologize many more times for kissing him without permission. Maybe he would try to apologize for hurting Till, even if he didn't. Not really. All the pain he had felt - the real pain - was cured the moment he had known he would be okay. Maybe they would still struggle a lot, have bad and good days, but maybe that was okay.

[namelessprayers]

in a scalding heatwave of 1980s arizona, sua slaved away behind a counter of a dreary diner somewhere out in the middle of who knows where. she minimally swept the tiled the floors and unenthusiastically took cheques from equally unenthused customers, likely driving from nowhere to nowhere on long and wide dirt roads.

eventually, the hue of the sand and the sun would meld together in their eyes; thus, the point of the dingy little pit stop which sua was condemned to work at. it was made just a bit more unbearable by the high temperature on this specifically irksome dayshift she regretted accepting.

"pink hair with blue end's yours." luka said.

for being their manager, he wasn't particularly invested in ever actually doing things. he only ever served the pair of brown haired siblings who came in few and far enough times for sua to not remember their names. another weird thing about luka was the fact that he largely identified people by their haircut and colour. "ivan's still entertaining the red haired one, so, you better get on that."

"right." sua responded dryly, propping her broom back in its designated corner. she stopped herself from letting out a huff of frustration, instead resigned to plaster on a forced smile and comply to luka's orders. "it would be my pleasure."

======

so it turns out that pink hair is a weirdo, despite all things considered, like the fact that they're in the middle of nowhere and by that logic everyone is already pretty weird. somehow, she manages to be weirder.

okay, so maybe there isn't anything wrong with being weird, or wrong with the pink haired girl. still. she's strange, and the way she keeps staring at sua is off putting to say the least.

then again, a lot of people stare at sua. luka says she should lighten up and take it as a compliment, while ivan often laughs over it by telling sua that it's not every day you meet someone like her. though she brushes the words off, she still mulls about the connotations of what ivan insinuates, even if he mostly spouts pointless information.

he can be pretty observant, him and luka both, even if it's uncanny and unnerving in sua's opinion; she supposes it's helpful if there's merit to the observations, and there might be in this situation, as pink hair is earnestly eyeing sua with big bright eyes that might as well be cleaving into her soul.

no, pink hair is definitely weirder than the standard of their clientele.

several times after ordering a singular strawberry milkshake, she calls sua back to get another straw since she chewed on hers too hard or to get a new napkin because she shredded the old one into shreds.

it only feels right when she hangs around for all the rest of sua's shift, to the point that sua can't help glaring in the direction of pink hair as she folds up her apron to leave. when she finishes depositing the necessary things in the storage room, she exits to be greeted by ivan, who's smiling with a tad too much glee as he always does when till is going to be on the next shift within the next hour.

"what do you want?" flatly asks sua, direct as she always is so that she can leave faster and hopefully escape the oppressing heat of the poorly aired diner sooner. like always, ivan grins in the face of sua's bluntness with an edge of irritating amusement. she clenches her jaw, stifling an annoyed sigh but not her frown.

"when did you get a girlfriend?"

"a girlfriend?" echoes sua, both incredulous and skeptical, as well as awed at either the notion or ivan's sheer gall. "i don't have a girlfriend."

"really?" says ivan, tilting his head in a way that flashes his snaggletooth out the corner of his smile. it's smug, like he knows something sua doesn't. immediately, she wonders how much she needs to bribe ivan with so he doesn't go blabbing to luka about her supposed girlfriend. "then what's the pink haired girl at the counter doing waiting around for you?"

"did she say that, or are you just assuming?" sua replies defensively, but also more confidently than she feels, as both answers to her question are going to prove to be a problem.

"she said she's here to pick you up," continues ivan, ignorant to the dilemma it sparks in sua, "did you schedule a hang out and forget or something?" his brows crease ever so slightly as his gaze seems to narrow in on where sua bites the inside of her cheek. "were you planning on brushing her off? because that's kind of a douchey thing to do. honestly, sua, i didn't take you for that kind of person."

"i'm not." she barely manages to grit out in a flimsy rebuttal. "plus, isn't till the one who never shows up on time to- like -everything?"

"yeah," answers ivan with ease and a certain wistfulness in his expression, "but he's allowed to do that." since she's pretty sure the disgust shows on her face, sua walks past ivan and chooses not to dignify his unwavering affliction towards till with a response.

======

the scene has a filmy overlay to it, as though it was put in the oven and hasn't come out, roasting and cooking steadily.

sua chalks up her discomfort to the heat and ties up her hair for good measure, cursing the fact that she hasn't yet gotten around to cutting it. of course, the insane climate isn't the craziest thing sua's got to tend to at the moment, as the pink haired girl was and is still being insistent in... well, in being an interesting sort of nuisance.

"you're saying you've been looking for a long time across parallel dimensions. specifically, looking for me." surmises sua in the most saccharine tone she can muster. then, with an air of added wonderment, "for me?"

"uh huh. who else?" asks pink hair, genuinely pondering in the question that sua doesn't get; it should be more like literally anyone else but her. somehow, pink hair doesn't seem to agree. "in every universe, no matter the circumstance, i meet you and you change my life. that's just the way it is sua, i don't know how else to explain."

"wait, how do you know my name?" says sua, managing to wrap her thoughts around approximately half of what impossible narrative this stranger is giving to her.

"the alternate dimension travel, obviously." comes the immediate statement which sua only gives a disbelieving a stare to. pink hair raises her free hand and drink with wide disarming eyes. "i'm not lying. i really have been looking, and for a very long time. see, in every universe, we've already met and there's no room for me. i'm just an extra. the entire scheme of existence doesn't really have a place for me to be. so, i thought, maybe if i found a sua without a mizi, there'd be an empty space that i could fill."

"a mizi." mulls sua aloud. "so that's your name." she affirms, more to herself than to the other, but mizi gets the memo and flushes bright red anyways.

"shoot, i did kind of forget to introduce myself, didn't i? well, no time like the present to do it. i'm mizi." she amends, extending a hand sheepishly for sua to shake. the miracle is that their fingers and palms don't feel all that sweaty when they touch. if anything, sua supposes it seems kind of right. a correction of her life.

"i'm sua. but you already knew that."

======

bizarre as their first meeting was, sua is glad for it. mizi doesn't mention much upon the subject of why she had to traverse such lengths just to find sua, but it doesn't matter so much, now that they have each other and can stay that way for as long as existence allows.

instead, mizi likes to go over the many universes and ways they fell in love. they're officially girlfriends now, although ivan and everyone else is under the impression that sua had just been keeping a secret girlfriend from them for the last five years of working at their quaint diner in the middle of nowhere.

which is to say that everyone else are idiots, but sua doesn't mind when she finishes shifts and locks up to be greeted by mizi's sincere smiles and bubbly laughter. sua doesn't know if mizi was lying about the parallel dimensions and hopping through realities where they were always together, but she thinks there's truth to it, even if it was a largely fabricated thing to get sua's attention.

then again, she doesn't think mizi's capable of being anything but honest. it's one of the things she loves most about her; the ability to be realistically optimistic, against all odds.

======

"how do you deal with it, being here where no one is anybody and we're all nobodies? isn't it... sad? don't you wish you were in any other universe since you've seen them all?"

"i can deal with it because of you. i don't feel like a nobody with you; and if we were actually somebodies in other timelines or worlds, i don't think i need much in this universe. maybe, this is just a respite, and maybe that's enough. yeah, it's sad, but it's not lonely. there's no other place i'd rather be than right here next to you."

sua thinks they might be cosmically intwined, or something like that.

[kissorkill16]

Friends: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: They can still be friends...right?

Maritza was the first one out the door as soon as the bell rang.

She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. That school was filled with too many people, people she hated.

She didn't know why, but she hated everyone so much right now.

Maybe it was because of Trinity...

Yeah...

Definitely because of Trinity.

It was because of her that she was in such a shitty mood. That girl had the nerve to call her a traitor, and she only did what she did to save her brother, but even he was against her.

Oh well. Whatever happened to him was Trinity's fault, not Maritza's.

Just then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Enzo. He gave her an awkward smile, but Maritza just turned back around.

"I thought you were busy with Trinity. You said I was old enough to walk myself home, remember?", she said. Enzo didn't look at her, he just looked at the ground as they continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"I just meant that I wasn't walking you home today.", said Enzo, "But I changed my mind. I'm scared you might get kidnapped again."

Maritza looked at her brother, almost surprised. "But what about Trinity?", she asked. "I thought you were in love with her."

Enzo shrugged, still not looking at her. "I thought so too, but after what happened to you, after she called you a traitor when you didn't have a choice, after she locked Nicky in the basement,...I don't think I like Trinity as much as I did before."

He reached a hand to her and held it in his.

"I don't care that you went against the group, you did it to protect me from the cult.", he said. "I love you, Maritza. I love how brave you were despite wanting nothing to do with any of this."

A moment of silence passed by, and Enzo just held his sister's hand. Then out of nowhere, Maritza wrapped her arms around Enzo.

"I love you too, you big doofus.", she said.

Enzo smiled warmly and wrapped his arms around Maritza.

Just then, someone else came up behind them. They turned around to see Ivan, and he looked absolutely terrible. His eyes were red and puffy and his hair was a mess.

"Oh, hi.", he said. "I'll just go around you guys.", but before he could walk around them, Maritza called out to him.

"Nerd, wait!", she said. Ivan slowly turned around to look at her. "Hm?"

"Look, Ivan. Even if we're not the Inventor's Club anymore, we can still be friends.", she said. "Does that sound good to you?"

Ivan shrugged and looked at the ground, then he looked back at Maritza. "Can I still build stuff?", he asked. Maritza laughed and shrugged as she nodded. "Yes, you can still build stuff."

Then he charged to the two kids and wrapped his arms tightly around them.

"I love being friends!"

The kids continued to walk home together, and as they turned another corner, they ran into someone else.

Delroy.

"Sorry, man.", said Enzo.

"It's fine, dude.", said Delroy. "Can I talk to you guys about something?"

They all turned their attention to him.

"Look, I know I was never part of your club, but I enjoyed spending time with you guys. I may not be as smart as any of you, but I liked helping out in the lab. Sadly, there's not really an Inventor's Club anymore."

Ivan stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. "Delroy, while there isn't a club anymore, we're still friends. We don't need Trinity anymore, and we don't need to solve any more mysteries. We can just be friends and hang out."

Delroy looked at the group, then he smiled. "I guess you're right."

Ivan took Delroy's hand and gently pulled him, "Do you maybe want to hang out? We can go to Enzo and Maritza's house and watch a movie or something."

"Sure, I ain't got nothing better to do."

They continued to walk down the street, but as they did, Enzo couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

"Do you guys think we should invite Nicky?", asked Enzo. The group looked at him.

"Nicky?", asked Ivan, "But you know his state right now. I doubt he even wants to talk to us, let alone watch a movie with us."

"I know, but it's just...I miss him, okay?"

Enzo stopped walking as he was in front of Nicky's house. "He's been through so much, and none of us were there for him to help him out. I want to make it up to him, maybe he's...somewhat back to normal enough for him to form coherent sentences. Maybe he'll be stable enough to hang out."

The group looked at Enzo, then at each other. Maritza sighed and squeezed her brother's hand, "Just don't say anything he might take the wrong way, okay?", she said.

Enzo nodded.

They all walked to the front porch of the Roth house, Enzo rang the doorbell, and Mr. Roth opened the door.

And for some reason, the kids could hear Mrs. Roth crying from the other room. But they tried not to pay to much attention to it.

"Hey, kids.", said Mr. Roth.

"Hi, Mr. Roth.", said Enzo. "We were just wondering if Nicky is okay to come over to my house."

Mr. Roth looked down at the floor. It was silent for a moment.

"Sorry, kids. Nicky isn't here right now, and I'm afraid he won't be coming home for a while now.", he said. The kids looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?", asked Ivan, sounding worried.

Mr. Roth still looked at the ground, but he said it anyway.

"Nicky's in the hospital."

[marvelmusing]

Keep Your Judgement is another masterpiece in the making, and it’s helping me immensely with the stages of my grief 🥲

This tho, I saw and thought…. What if years after marriage, IAL Aleksander has had many conversations about the Reader’s world, including what men of that world wore. For an anniversary, he has Fabrikators create what he understood to be the approximation of said fashion and, voila… i mean, he meant well and all 😅☺️

I’m so in love with every piece of bts content we get, seeing the actors just chilling or messing around while in costume is one of my favourite things

anyways, here’s a little something for you...

New Wardrobe

Featuring IAL!Aleksander x Reader

-

For a solid five seconds you stare at your husband, not quite comprehending what you are seeing. Whatever words had been half out of your mouth are now forgotten as you stand at the threshold of the former war room after wandering through your bedroom in search of him.

Once your body settles on a reaction, you find yourself pressing your palm to your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Are- are those sunglasses?” you ask.

Aleksander turns to look at you from where he’s seated at his desk, a pair of shaded glasses perched on his nose as he flashes you a wide smile. At that, you can’t help but turn away to laugh.

With every day you spend living in Ravka, everything here becomes more and more real to you. What was once fantasy is now your normality. But seeing the Darkling wearing sunglasses - indoors - is too amusing and absurd for you to remember that he is also your husband.

A hand against the door frame steadies your folded body as you bend over with your laughter. Every time you push back the amusement, you turn to look at Aleksander, only to continue laughing.

Only when you see him pouting, pushing his chair back to leave, do you manage to somewhat stop yourself.

“No Sasha, love, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” you tell him. Moving quickly towards him, you wrap your arms around his middle as you press your forehead against his back. “I promise. You just surprised me, that’s all.”

“Surprised you?” he repeats drily.

“I wasn’t expecting it.” After a small pause, you ask tentatively, “Why are you wearing them inside?”

“I heard you coming and just wanted to show you them.”

“What if I was actually Ivan?” you ask teasingly, imagining the heartrenders face attempting to remain neutral at the sight of Aleksander wearing sunglasses - a previously unheard of accessory in Ravka.

“Ivan would knock on the door, not walk through our bedroom.”

Aleksander pulls the glasses away from his eyes as he turns to face you, finding a fond expression on your face though the amusement still sparkles in your eyes as he places them down on his desk.

Then your gaze falls down to the rest of his outfit. He’s wearing his summer kefta, a lighter fabric than the thick wool of its winter counterpart, and his thin black tunic. The cut of the neckline for both of these articles of clothing is quite low cut, something you particularly enjoy.

But today you spot something underneath, black fabric with a rounded neckline, almost like a t-shirt. Frowning, you look at the rest of him.

“Are you wearing sweatpants?”

He looks away almost sheepishly, brows pulling together slightly in resignation, as if he knows his answer will give you even more entertainment than the sunglasses.

“Perhaps.”

Instead of laughing, you suppress the twitch at the corner of your mouth and slowly slide your hands under the lapels of his kefta, slipping it from his shoulders. He tilts his head aside, watching you as his kefta is draped over the back of his chair by your careful hands.

Unclasping the hidden hooks of his tunic, you reveal the full ensemble he has created. Black t-shirt and black sweatpants. The smile on your face widens, which makes Aleksander sigh as he narrows his eyes at you in warning.

“Still surprised?” he teases, but a pretty pink is dusting its way over his cheekbones.

Seeing Aleksander wearing clothing that had once been so ordinary for you, instead of ornate keftas of silk and wool, sends a thrill through you.

He looks just as handsome as ever and you can’t stop yourself from imagining him in your old world, a charming stranger that you run into one sunny day in a park. Perhaps that’s how you meet in some other reality.

Standing on tiptoe, you place the sunglasses back on his face, smile softening as you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Very surprised.”

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𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 & 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pt: One Two | Prince Phillip III x Fem!Reader | Request

WC: 1021

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The team was working in the café, tending to their usual duties. You were on waitress duty and were doing rounds of the café, giving out the plate to the corresponding table. After taking and giving out orders, you returned to the kitchen to give the new orders to Tyler and Koda and receive the prepared ones from Ivan. "Here you go, princess." You smiled at him as he placed the tray on your hands. One of the other new employees turned to you and asked, "Hey, how come Ivan calls you princess, are the two of you dating or something?" As the girl was new, she wasn't aware of the fact you were dating the Prince of Zandar. You shook your head at the new hire. "No, I'm dating someone else, but I'm not actually sure why he calls me princess, really." She just said, 'Okay!' and shrugged it off before walking off to fulfil her chores. As rush hour ended and there were fewer orders to complete, you went up to Ivan. "Hey Ivan, how come you call me princess? You never explained why." You asked curiously. "Ah, yes, I remember why I gave you that name."

~*~*~*~*~

(a year ago)

Ivan had just broken out of Fury's chest, and the team was now gathered around him. Phillip had suddenly appeared and was now standing in the large group with you and the rest of the rangers. As Ivan kneeled and glanced up at the prince, he couldn't help but observe how Phillip looked at you. Ivan also couldn't help but notice how Phillip tried to be close to you at almost all times. From this observation, he assumed that the two of you were already dating. It made sense for him, Phillip stared at you with a lovesick expression, so to assume the two of you were together wasn't nonsensical. When Phillip returned back to Zandar and Ivan and began working at the café alongside you all, he began to call you Princess on a regular basis. You hadn't really noticed it, usually not hearing when he said it, and the others just chalked it up to him being old-fashioned and insistent on chivalry.

~*~*~*~*~

(9 months ago)

After a week or so of you and Phillip dating, you decided it was time to tell the rest of the rangers about the two of you.

You and Phillip had only known each other for about three months, but from the second Phillip first saw you, he adored you. He found you to be absolutely gorgeous and so perfect. As arrogant as he was the first time he visited the museum, he tried to soften his attitude for you. He knew what he was doing wouldn't make him look like a very appealing person to you. You seemed so sweet, and he wanted to get to know you better. However, he knew that he couldn't act like that and expect you to be fond of him. So when Phillip had the conversation with Koda and changed his attitude, you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly attracted to the charming prince. Whenever he visited the museum to donate some money towards the exhibits, he'd always make a point to try to hang out with you as much as he could. The more you hung out, the more your crush on him developed. On one of the days you were hanging out, you were sharing a peaceful moment together. After sharing a laugh, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You stared off at something in front of you, a soft smile adorned upon your lips. He was infatuated with you, thoroughly examining your features whilst you were distracted. From the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring. You turned your head to face him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes curious. The two of you held eye contact, and before you realised what he was doing, he slowly leaned forward. His eyes flickered down to your lips as he leaned in even closer to your face. His hand gently raised, and he softly placed it on your cheek. Your cheeks were a bright red, in shock about what was happening. He tilted up your head and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes were blown wide, cheeks hot. You were certain that if anyone were to touch them, they'd get some sort of burn. Becoming used to the feeling of his lips against yours, your eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments, which felt like forever, he gently pulled back. You both sat in silence for a few seconds. "(Y/N), I'm so sorry, I-" You cut him off by pulling him into another kiss. "It's okay, Phillip. I've been waiting for that since we first became friends."

That had been a week ago, and the two of you had now been dating in secret for a week. You had both now decided to tell the team. "Hey, uh, guys. Me and Phillip are kinda dating." Ivan seemed confused by this declaration, and everyone else just nodded, unsurprised. Ivan walked away to give out an order before you could continue. "Yeah, we know, Phillip has been coming into the museum every day with your lip gloss smeared all over his lips." Tyler said. "And I saw you two kissing at the park not that long ago, gross guys." Remarked Shelby, causing you to turn a shade of bright pink at being caught in such a moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Ivan was not aware of the fact that the two of you weren't dating already. Which is the exact reason that he had seemed so confused, why declare something that's already been acknowledged and said? It didn't make much sense to him, but he decided against questioning your reasoning.

~*~*~*~*~

"You see, milady, I've always called you princess because of that. I believed that you were already the prince's girlfriend when I had first met both of you. I didn't have much time to correct myself as you had begun dating not long afterwards."

Ohhhhh. Right, that makes a lot more sense now.

(A/N) Sorry if this is a bit sucky but yeah, enjoy!