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⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - AFRAID

ᯓᡣ𐭩 paring ─ ୨୧ ─ dark!boyfriend!rafe cameron ⋆ reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ─ ୨୧ ─ in which Rafe hatches a plan to ensure you stay by his side, by making you dependent on him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings ─ ୨୧ ─ explicit language noncon/dubcon, smut, rafe drugs reader, substance abuse, toxic relationship, emotional abuse, baby trapping/forced pregnancy, possessiveness, controlling behaviors, threats of violence, loss of virginity, corruption, breeding kink, dirty talk (like a lot), abandonment issues, manipulation, rough sex, hairpulling, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, powerplay, choking, semi public sex, car sex, creampie (please dni if your sensitive to these topics your mental health should come first)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc ─ ୨୧ ─ 8,960

⋆˚✿˖° a/n ─ ୨୧ ─ is there a plot not really, it may seem long but 80% of this is smut. this is unrelated but i think his season 1 & 2 rafe hair were elite to me but I just hate buzz cuts on everyone so my opinion doesn't matter here. The ‘Lila’ is now edited I use it as a placeholder (because for some reason I hate putting y/n while writing) before I replace it with y/n but of course my dumbass forgot to do that when I published this.

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(༝༚༝༚ lana del rey)

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Rafe sits across from you at your usual table in the country club, his jaw clenching rhythmically as he watches you flip through the college applications. His fingers drum against the polished wooden table, creating a nervous pattern that matches his increasing anxiety. The sight of all those prestigious university names makes his stomach turn - Harvard, Yale, Princeton - each one threatening to take you further away from Outer Banks, from him. He barely touches his plate of steak, too preoccupied with the growing unease in his chest.

"Why the fuck are you even looking at schools that far?" He snaps suddenly, his voice carrying a sharp edge as he reaches across to snatch one of your fries, popping it into his mouth with more force than necessary. His blue eyes darken with barely contained irritation, especially when he catches Topper's wave from across the room. He returns it with a curt nod, his attention immediately returning to you. "You know there's perfectly good schools right here in North Carolina. UNC's got a decent program."

You glance up from your binder, your eyes meeting Rafe's intense blue ones. You set down your fork carefully on your half-eaten Caesar salad, a soft sigh escaping your lips. The sunlight streaming through the country club's windows catches on your hair, creating a halo effect around your skin. "Baby, we've talked about this," you say gently, "These schools have amazing programs for what I want to study. And it's not like I'm making any decisions yet - I'm just looking at options."

The afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows catches on his rings as he reaches up to run a hand through his disheveled hair, a telltale sign of his growing agitation. The country club bustles around them with the usual crowd of Kooks - women in tennis whites gossiping over martinis, men in polo shirts discussing their latest yacht purchases. But Rafe's focus remains fixed on those damned college applications, his jaw working overtime as he grinds his teeth.

The cocaine from earlier isn't helping his paranoia, making his thoughts race faster than he can process them. The idea of you leaving, of losing control over this one good thing in his life, sends a fresh wave of anxiety through his system. His free hand unconsciously reaches up to rub at his chest, a nervous tick he's developed. The country club suddenly feels too small, too confined, and he can feel his breathing getting slightly erratic. "Just... just put those away for now," he demands, trying to maintain his composure despite the rising panic in his chest. "We're supposed to be having lunch, not planning your fucking escape route."

You reach across the table with your free hand, your fingers brushing against his chest where he's rubbing anxiously. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something sharper - probably remnants of whatever he'd been doing before lunch - fills your nostrils as you lean closer. "Rafe, you're spiraling again," you observe quietly, mindful of the other diners around them. Your eyes flick briefly to Topper and his mother as they pass, offering a polite smile before returning your attention to your increasingly agitated boyfriend. "And you know that's not fair. I'm not trying to escape anything, especially not you."

"Besides," he continues, his tone taking on that manipulative edge he's so good at, "You really want to leave all this behind? The island, the parties, me?" He leans forward, lowering his voice to that dangerous whisper he uses when he's trying to get his way. "You know I can't follow you out there. I've got responsibilities here, the family business..." His hand shoots out to grab your wrist, not painfully, but firmly enough to make his point. "And what about us? You're going to throw away what we have for some fancy degree you could get right here?"

The weight of his intense stare makes you shift in your seat, your sundress rustling against the plush cushions. You can see the telltale signs of his growing panic - the clenched jaw, the rapid breathing, the way his fingers keep twitching against the table. Part of you wants to close the binder, to give in like you usually do when he gets like this. But another part, the part that's been dreaming about life beyond the island since you were little, keeps your hand steady on the applications. "What about a compromise?" you suggest, your voice taking on that soothing tone you learned to use when he's on edge. "What if I apply to both - some schools here in North Carolina and some out of state? That way we have options to discuss later?"

Your free hand moves from his chest to his face, your thumb gently stroking along his clenched jaw. You can feel the tension there, the way he's grinding his teeth. The chatter of the country club fades into background noise as you focus solely on him, knowing how quickly his mood can shift when he feels cornered. "And hey," you add, your voice dropping to a whisper as you lean even closer, your lips quirking into a small smile, "No matter where I end up going, you know you're the only one I want, right? These other Kook boys could never compare to my Rafe Cameron."

The familiar weight of the promise ring he gave you three months ago sits heavy on your finger, catching the light as you move. You learned over your time together that sometimes Rafe needs this - needs to be reminded that he's your choice, that you're his. Even if the possessiveness sometimes scares you, even if his mood swings leave you walking on eggshells, you can't deny the way your heart still races when he looks at you like he is now - like you're something precious he's terrified of losing. "Can we at least look through them together? You might see something you like too."

Rafe lets go of your wrist his hand shooting out to slam your binder shut with enough force to make nearby diners jump. "Don't fucking patronize me," he growls, his voice low and threatening despite their public setting. The gentle stroke of your thumb against his jaw only heightens his agitation, like a match to gasoline. "You think I don't see what this is?" He leans forward, invading your space across the table, his blue eyes wild with a mixture of possessiveness and barely contained rage. "First it's just 'looking at options,' then suddenly you're gone, probably fucking some ivy league asshole who doesn't know you like I do." His breathing becomes more erratic, the hand on his chest pressing harder as anxiety mingles with his growing anger. The familiar scent of your perfume - usually calming - now seems to mock him with its potential absence.

"You're trying to leave me, just like everyone else. Just like my mom, just like Sarah..." His voice cracks slightly on his sister's name before hardening again. "Well, I won't fucking let you."

You tense at the sudden shift in Rafe's demeanor, your heart rate picking up as you watch him slam your binder shut. The warmth drains from your eyes, replaced by a flicker of fear you try desperately to hide. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as he invades your space, his paranoia rolling off him in waves. You’ve seen him like this before, but never quite this intense, never quite this threatening in such a public place.

"Rafe, please," you whisper, your voice trembling slightly as you glance around at the other diners who are now openly staring at them. Your sundress suddenly feels too thin, too exposed under his wild-eyed gaze. You can smell the mixture of his cologne and sweat, and see the way his pupils are dilated - clear signs he's high again. "You're making a scene. Can we please just discuss this somewhere private?" 

A laugh escapes his throat at your suggestion of talking, the sound drawing more concerned glances from nearby tables. "Discuss? There's nothing to fucking discuss." His voice takes on that manipulative tone he knows works so well, mixing threat with vulnerability. "You belong here, with me. Do you think any of those places are gonna love you like I do? Understand you like I do?" His eyes flick to the promise ring on your finger, a visible reminder of his claim on you. "Or maybe that's what you want - to get away from the crazy boyfriend, right? Is that what this is about?"

The cocaine-fueled paranoia reaches a crescendo as he suddenly stands, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He towers over you, his presence intimidating despite the public setting. "You're not going anywhere," he declares, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leans down close to your ear. "And if you try, I'll make sure every single one of those fancy schools loses your application. Don't test me, baby." His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, a twisted mixture of threat and affection that's purely him. "Now get your shit. We're leaving." His hand moves to grip your upper arm, ready to pull you up from your chair, his entire body vibrating with barely contained violence and possessive need.

The promise ring feels like it's burning on your finger as tears start to well up in your eyes. "I'm not trying to leave you," you plead, your voice barely above a whisper. I'm not trying to leave you, I love you, Rafe. You know I do. But you're hurting me right now." You can feel your body starting to shake, whether from fear or adrenaline, you're not sure anymore.

You let him pull you to your feet, knowing resistance will only make things worse. Your college applications lay forgotten on the table as you stumble slightly, your legs weak from the sudden movement. "Okay," you concede, your voice small and defeated. "Okay, we can go. Just... please calm down. Please." Your free hand comes up to rest on his chest again, feeling his racing heartbeat under your palm. "Let's go to your family's place and talk about this properly. Just you and me, baby. Like we always do."

Rafe feels you trembling beneath his grip, and something in your tear-filled eyes pierces through his cocaine-addled rage. His breathing is still erratic, but the feel of your hand against his racing heart starts to ground him. The familiar scent of your perfume begins to cut through the paranoid haze, reminding him of lazy mornings in his bed, of your soft sighs against his neck. His grip on your arm loosens slightly, though he doesn't let go completely.

"Fuck," he mutters, running his free hand through his disheveled hair as reality starts seeping back in. The stares of the other country club patrons finally register, and he can feel his father's disapproval even in his absence. His jaw clenches and unclenches as he struggles to regain control. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Let's go home." His voice is still rough, but the dangerous edge has dulled somewhat. He reaches past you to grab your binder, shoving it under his arm - he's not leaving it here for you to come back to later.

The walk to his truck is tense, his hand moving from your arm to the small of your back - still possessive, but less aggressive. The cocaine is making him jittery, his thoughts racing between paranoia and guilt. Once you're inside his truck, he slams his palms against the steering wheel, making you jump. "I just..." he starts, his voice cracking slightly. "I can't lose you too, baby. I can't." His blue eyes, when they meet yours, are still wild but now tinged with desperation rather than rage. "Everyone leaves. Everyone always fucking leaves."

He reaches across the center console to pull you closer, burying his face in your neck. His breathing is still uneven, but slower now as he inhales your scent. "Stay," he whispers against your skin, his voice taking on that vulnerable quality that only you get to hear. "Just... stay with me. Please." His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. It's the closest thing to an apology you’re likely to get from him, this moment of raw vulnerability between the storms of his temper.

Rafe paces anxiously across Topper's home gym, his footsteps echoing against the polished hardwood floors as sweat drips down his bare chest from their workout session. The late afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the expensive exercise equipment. His muscles are tense not just from lifting weights, but from the constant anxiety gnawing at his insides about your potential departure. The cocaine from earlier is still coursing through his system, making his thoughts race faster than he can process them.

"I'm telling you guys, she's fucking leaving me," he complains, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair as he continues his relentless pacing. The familiar panic starts rising in his chest again, making him rub at it absently. "All these fucking college applications... Harvard, Yale, Princeton. She's planning her escape and I can't... I can't fucking let that happen." His blue eyes are wild as they dart between Kelce and Topper, sprawled across the leather bench press seats, watching their friend's mounting distress.

Kelce exchanges a knowing look with Topper before speaking up, his voice careful as he watches Rafe's increasingly agitated movements. "Man, you need to chill. Maybe if you weren't so fucking intense about it-" Rafe's sharp laugh cuts him off, the sound bouncing off the mirrored walls. "Intense? You think I'm being intense?" Rafe's voice rises as he spins to face them, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "My girl's trying to leave the fucking state, and you're telling me to chill?"

"Well," Topper drawls, wiping his face with a monogrammed towel, "you could always do what my cousin did when his girlfriend tried to leave for college." He pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk playing on his lips. "Got her knocked up. Can't exactly go to Yale with a baby on the way, can you?" He's clearly joking, but something in Rafe's expression shifts, his eyes taking on that dangerous gleam that appears when he's formulating a plan.

"That's..." Rafe stops pacing, his mind racing with possibilities. His jaw clenches rhythmically as he processes the idea. "That's fucking perfect." He starts pacing again, but this time with purpose, his movements predatory rather than anxious. "She'd have to stay. She'd be tied to me forever." His voice takes on that obsessive quality that appears when he's fixating on something. "No more fucking college applications, no more threats of leaving. She'd be mine, completely mine."

"Dude," Kelce sits up straighter, realizing Rafe's actually considering it. "I don't think that's what Topper meant-" But Rafe's already lost in his world, his cocaine-fueled paranoia latching onto this new solution like a lifeline. "She's still a virgin too," he continues, more to himself than his friends, his rings catching the light as he gestures animatedly. "Waiting for the 'right moment' or some shit. Well, guess that moment's coming sooner than she thought."

"No, no, this could work," Rafe continues, his voice taking on that edge that suggests he's spiraling into one of his episodes. "Her parents are traditional as fuck, they'd make her keep it. And Ward's always going on about wanting grandkids to carry on the Cameron name..." He's fully pacing now, his movements jerky and aggressive as the plan solidifies in his mind. "She's been hinting about wanting to do it soon anyway. Valentine's Day is coming up..."

The gym falls silent except for the sound of Rafe's footsteps and heavy breathing. Neither Kelce nor Topper dare speak, knowing from experience that trying to talk Rafe down when he's like this - especially when he's high - is pointless and potentially dangerous. They watch as their friend works himself into a frenzy, plotting the permanent capture of his girlfriend with the same intense focus he applies to everything he wants to possess.

"It's perfect," Rafe finally declares, stopping his pacing to face his friends. His chest heaves with excited breaths, sweat making his skin shine in the fading sunlight. "She'll never leave me then. She'll have to stay here, raise our kid, be the perfect fucking family." 

The thought of you, permanently his, unable to leave him, sends a rush of possessive pleasure through his system. "You guys didn't hear any of this," he suddenly stops, fixing both Kelce and Topper with a threatening stare. "Not a fucking word to anyone, got it?" His voice carries that dangerous edge that reminds them why people are scared of him, why even other Kooks think twice before crossing him.

"Jesus Christ, Rafe," Topper mutters, running a hand through his hair as he watches his friend's descent into this new obsession. "This is fucked up, even for you." But he knows that look in Rafe's eyes. Once Rafe sets his mind to something, especially when he's high, there's no talking him out of it. The gym feels smaller suddenly, charged with the energy of Rafe's newfound determination.

Rafe stands at the door of the l/n estate, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure in his tailored black suit. His blue eyes are slightly dilated from the line of cocaine he did in his truck to calm his nerves, but he's made sure to eye drop and cologne himself thoroughly. The velvet box containing the surprise he has planned for later weighs heavy in his pocket as he shifts anxiously, his rings catching the light as he reaches up to adjust his tie.

When Paul opens the door, Rafe immediately straightens his posture, forcing his most charming smile - the one he uses when he needs to impress. "Good evening, Mr. L/N," he greets, his voice steady despite the cocaine making his heart race. The older man's scrutinizing gaze reminds him uncomfortably of his own father's disapproving stares. The foyer behind Paul gleams with old money - crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and family portraits that speak of generations of Kook legacy.

"Rafe," Paul acknowledges with a slight nod, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the young man's appearance. There's something about Ward Cameron's son that has always set him on edge, though he can't quite put his finger on what. Maybe it's the occasional wild look in his eyes or the way his daughter seems to walk on eggshells around him sometimes. "Y/N is still getting ready. Come in." He steps aside, allowing Rafe into the pristine foyer.

The sound of Rafe's expensive dress shoes echoes against the marble as he enters, his hands sliding into his pockets to hide their slight tremor - partly from the drugs, partly from anticipation of what he has planned for tonight. The house smells of old money and fresh flowers, much like his own family's estate, but somehow more sterile, fitting for a plastic surgeon's home. His fingers brush against the small packet of powder in his pocket, next to the ring box - just enough to keep him steady through dinner.

"I trust you'll have her home at a reasonable hour," Paul's voice cuts through Rafe's thoughts, making him turn to face the older man. "Of course, sir," Rafe responds, that practiced smile still in place even as his jaw clenches slightly. "We just have reservations at Le Rivage, then maybe a walk on the beach." What he doesn't mention is the rest of his plans for the evening - the champagne waiting in his truck, the blankets he's laid out at his secret spot on the beach, the pills dissolved in one of the champagne glasses that will make sure everything goes according to plan.

The sound of heels on marble draws both men's attention to the grand staircase, and Rafe's breath catches in his throat. You descend like something out of a dream, your skin glowing against the deep red of your dress making his hands itch with the need to touch you. His blue eyes darken as they track your movement, his mind already racing ahead to later in the evening, to all the ways he plans to claim you completely.

"You look fucking perfect," he breathes out when you reach the bottom of the stairs, catching himself too late to censor his language in front of your father. But he can't help it - the cocaine making him more impulsive than usual, and the sight of you making his blood run hot. He steps forward to meet you, one hand reaching out to brush against your waist, proprietary and possessive even under your father's watchful gaze. The scent of your perfume mingles with the lingering chemical taste in the back of his throat, making him dizzy with want and anticipation.

Tonight's the night, he thinks, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as Paul insists on taking pictures. Tonight you become his completely, permanently. No more college applications, no more threats of leaving. The thought makes him pull you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Ready for your Valentine's surprise, baby?" His voice carries that dangerous edge that anyone else would recognize as a warning, but he knows his sweet, innocent Y/N won't catch it. Not until it's too late.

Rafe helps you into his truck, his hand lingering possessively on your lower back as you climb in. The interior smells of expensive leather and his cologne, mixed with something chemical that makes you wrinkle your nose slightly. He slides into the driver's seat, his movements are precise despite the cocaine coursing through his system. The engine purrs to life, and he immediately reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers as he pulls away from your family's estate.

"You really do look fucking incredible tonight," he murmurs, his blue eyes flickering between you and the road. His thumb traces circles on your palm, a gesture that would seem sweet if not for the slight tremor in his hand. "That dress is driving me crazy." His rings catch the streetlights as you drive through Figure 8, passing other massive estates and perfectly manicured lawns.

"Thank you, baby," You respond softly, your free hand smoothing down the red fabric of your dress. "You clean up pretty nice yourself." You glance at him, admiring how the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp jawline. "So, are you going to tell me where we're going for dinner? You've been so secretive about tonight."

Rafe's grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly. "It's a surprise, remember?" His voice carries that edge of control he can never quite hide. "But first..." He reaches behind your seat with his free hand, pulling out a small gift bag. "I got you something to wear at dinner." Inside is a delicate diamond necklace, the stones catching the light like tiny stars.

"Oh, Rafe," You breathe, reaching for the necklace. "It's beautiful. You didn't have to-" You are cut off by his laugh, that sharp sound that always makes your stomach flip. "Of course I did. Only the best for my girl." He pulls into a secluded spot overlooking the water, putting the truck in park. "Here, let me put it on you."

His hands are slightly unsteady as he fastens the necklace around your throat, his breath hot against your neck. "Perfect," he whispers, his fingers trailing down your spine. "Just like you'll be after tonight." There's something in his voice that makes you shiver, though you can't quite place why. "What do you mean?" you ask, turning to face him.

Rafe's eyes are darker now, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. "Just that I've got big plans for us, baby." His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "Tonight's gonna change everything." He leans in closer, his other hand sliding up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course I do," You whisper, even as something in your gut tells you something's off. You can feel his heart racing where your bodies are pressed together and you can smell something sharp and chemical on his breath beneath the mint. "Rafe, are you okay? You seem...different tonight."

"Never better," he responds, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Just excited to give you all your surprises." His hand moves higher up your thigh, possessive and demanding. "Now, how about we have a little drink before dinner? To celebrate Valentine's Day?" He reaches behind the seat again, pulling out an expensive bottle of champagne and two glasses.

Rafe pours the champagne with calculated precision, his hands steadier now as he hands you your specially prepared glass. The moonlight filtering through the truck's windows catches the diamond necklace at your throat, reminding him of how perfectly it marks you as his. His blue eyes track your every movement as you accept the glass, noting how the red fabric of your dress has ridden up slightly from your position.

"To us," he proposes, raising his glass with that dangerous smile playing at his lips. The cocaine makes everything feel more intense - the way your perfume fills the confined space of his truck, the soft sound of your breathing, the sight of your lips touching the rim of the glass. He watches intently as you take a sip, something predatory flickering in his eyes. "And to all the surprises tonight has in store."

"Mmm, this is really good," You comment, taking another sip. You don’t notice how Rafe barely touches his glass, too focused on watching your drink. "But shouldn't we head to dinner? We don't want to lose our reservation." You move to check the time on your phone, but Rafe's hand shoots out to stop you, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with practiced possessiveness.

"We've got time," he assures you, his voice dropping lower as he leans closer. His free hand comes up to trace the line of the necklace, fingers ghosting over your collarbone. "Besides, I want to enjoy this moment. Just you and me." He can feel your pulse racing under his fingers where they press against your wrist. "Finish your drink, baby. Then we can talk about dinner."

He watches as you obediently take another sip, then another. "You know what I love about you, Y/N?" His voice is rough now, heavy with want and something darker. "How fucking perfect you are. How innocent." His fingers trace patterns on your inner thigh, making you shiver. "How you trust me completely."

"Rafe," you breathe, and he notices your words are slightly slurred now. Your eyes are starting to look unfocused as you blink slowly at him. "I feel... strange." The champagne glass slips from your fingers, but he catches it smoothly, setting it aside. His heart is racing with a mixture of cocaine-fueled excitement and dark anticipation.

"Shh, baby," he soothes, pulling you closer as you start to sway slightly. "I've got you. Always got you." His lips brush against your neck, just above the diamond necklace. "And after tonight, you'll always be mine. No more college applications, no more threats of leaving." His voice takes on that possessive edge that would normally frighten you, but the drugs in your system are making everything feel distant and hazy.

"What did you..." you try to ask, your head falling back against the seat as your limbs grow heavy. Rafe's hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek as he watches the drugs take effect. The moonlight casts shadows across his face, making his expression look almost demonic as he smiles down at you.

"Just making sure tonight goes exactly as planned," he whispers, his other hand already reaching for the blankets he has stashed behind the seats. "Don't fight it, baby. Just let go. Let me take care of everything." His lips crash against yours, swallowing any protest you might have made as the drugs pull you deeper under their influence.

Rafe watches with dark satisfaction as your movements become increasingly sluggish, your normally bright eyes growing heavy-lidded and unfocused. He shifts in his seat, reaching to recline both of your seats back to create more space in the truck's cabin. The moonlight streaming through the windows casts ethereal shadows across your skin as he positions your body how he wants.

"Rafe..." you mumble, your voice thick and confused as he spreads the blankets beneath you. "What's happening? I feel so..." Your word trails off as he captures your lips in another possessive kiss, his hands already working at the zipper of your red dress.

"Just relax, baby," he whispers against your mouth, cocaine making his movements more aggressive than usual. "Let me take care of you." His fingers trace the newly exposed skin of your back, savoring how you shiver under his touch despite your drugged state. "You look so fucking perfect like this. So helpless. So mine."

Rafe's hands slide possessively over your body as he peels the red dress from your drugged form, revealing the black underwear underneath. His blue eyes darken with predatory hunger as he drinks in the sight of you laid out beneath him in his truck, the diamond necklace glinting at your throat like a collar. The softness of your skin, the way your chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, the little whimpers that escape your lips as you try to fight through the fog in your mind.

"Shh, baby," he soothes, his voice rough with desire as his hands roam over your exposed flesh. "Just let it happen. You know you want this." His fingers trace the edge of your lacy bra, teasing your hardened nipples through the delicate fabric. "Been waiting so fucking long for this moment. To make you completely mine."

"Rafe, please," You slurred, weakly trying to push at his chest. "Something's wrong... I can't..." Your protests are cut off by his mouth crashing against yours, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as his hand slides between your thighs. He groans when he feels how wet you are through your panties, his cock straining against his suit pants.

"Look how ready you are for me," he rubs circles against your clit through the lace. "Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind's trying to fight it." He pulls back to admire his handiwork - your lips swollen from his kisses, your pupils blown wide from the drugs, your chest heaving as you struggle to focus. "Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Gonna put my baby in you tonight."

Rafe’s fingers hook into your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs as you weakly try to squeeze your thighs together. The moonlight catches on the wetness between your legs, making him groan. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he breathes, his fingers spreading you open. "All perfect and untouched. Not for long though." 

Rafe's fingers work methodically between your thighs, spreading your wetness as he watches your face contort with unwilling pleasure. His other hand pins your wrists above your head, his rings cold against your feverish skin. The truck's windows are starting to fog up from your heavy breathing, creating a private cocoon around you.

"That's it, baby," he growls, sliding two fingers into you, feeling how tight you are around them. "Gonna stretch you out nice and slow before I fuck a baby into you." His cock throbs painfully in his pants as he watches you arch beneath him, the drugs making you more responsive even as you try to resist.

"No... Rafe... please," You whimper, your head thrashing weakly against the leather seat. But your body betrays you, hips rocking against his skilled fingers as he finds that spot inside you that makes you see stars. The diamond necklace glints at your throat as you gasp, reminding him of his ownership.

"Look at you, taking my fingers so well," he praises darkly, adding a third finger to stretch you further. "Can't wait to feel this tight little cunt around my cock." His thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles that make your whole body tremble. "Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Make sure my cum stays deep inside you until it takes."

The way your walls clench around his fingers, the little sounds you make as he works your body, the perfect arch of your back as you fight between pleasure and resistance. He leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, biting down just hard enough to make you cry out.

"Please," you beg, though whether you're begging him to stop or continue, even you don’t know anymore. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending singing from his touch as the drugs make everything feel more intense. "Rafe... I can't..."

"Yes, you can," he demands, curling his fingers inside you as his thumb speeds up on your clit. "Come on my fingers like a good girl. Show me how much you want my cock." His blue eyes are wild with possession as he watches you fall apart beneath him, knowing that after tonight, you’ll never be able to leave him. 

Rafe’s fingers work relentlessly between your thighs. His free hand moves from your wrists to grip your throat, right above the diamond necklace, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my fingers."

Your body betrays you even as your mind tries to resist, waves of unwilling pleasure building under his skilled touch. The drugs make everything feel heightened - the stretch of his fingers inside you, the pressure of his thumb on your clit, the heat of his breath against your neck. Your legs start to tremble as you approach your peak.

"That's it, baby," He watches your face contort with pleasure and confusion. His cock strains painfully against his suit pants, demanding attention. But he forces himself to wait, to savor this moment of taking your innocence piece by piece. "Give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel."

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the truck's cabin, mixing with the wet sounds of his fingers working between your legs. Rafe's eyes are dark with possession as he watches you fight against the inevitable, knowing that each moment brings him closer to his ultimate goal. The moonlight catches on the sweat beading on your skin, making you glow ethereally.

"I... I can't..." You whimper, your back arching off the seat as pleasure builds to an unbearable level. The drugs make everything feel like too much and not enough all at once. "Rafe, please..." Your fingers clutch desperately at his shoulders. "You can, and you will," he commands, his voice taking on that dangerous edge that brooks no argument. His fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes you see stars while his thumb circles your clit with practiced precision. "Come for me now. Let me feel it."

Rafe watches with dark satisfaction as your body trembles beneath him, your back arching off the leather seat as pleasure builds. His fingers work relentlessly inside your pussy, stretching and preparing you for what's to come. The way your walls clench around his digits, the little gasps and moans you can't hold back, the perfect arch of your spine as you fight between resistance and ecstasy.

"That's my good girl," his free hand moving from your throat to grip your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Watch me while you come. Want to see those pretty eyes when I make you fall apart." His thumb continues its relentless assault on your clit as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes your whole body shake.

Your eyes flutter open, glazed with drugs and unwilling pleasure. The moonlight catches the tears gathering in your lashes as you stare up at him, unable to look away from his intense blue gaze. Your lips part in a silent scream as the pressure builds to an unbearable level, your body tightening around his fingers.

"Please," Her hands clutch desperately at his shoulders, leaving crescent marks through his expensive shirt. "Rafe, I can't... it's too much..."

"Yes, you can," he demands, his voice rough with desire and dominance. "Come for me now, baby. Show me how good I make you feel." His fingers speed up inside you, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the truck's cabin. "Let go. Let me see you fall apart before I fuck you properly."

The combination of his skilled fingers, the drugs in your system, and his commanding voice finally pushes you over the edge. Your whole body goes rigid as pleasure crashes through you, walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers as you come with a broken cry of his name. 

"Beautiful," he breathes, working you through the aftershocks as you tremble beneath him. "But we're not done yet, baby. Not even close." His free hand moves to his belt, the sound of the buckle loud in the confined space. "Now it's time for the main event. Time to make you completely mine."

Rafe takes his time unbuckling his belt, the metallic sound echoing in the confined space of his truck. His blue eyes never leave your face as he watches you come down from your high, your body still trembling with aftershocks. Your chest heaves with each breath, the glisten of sweat on your skin, the slight quiver of your thighs as they remain spread for him.

"Look at you," he grunts, finally freeing his throbbing cock from his pants. "All fucked out from just my fingers, and we haven't even gotten to the best part yet." His hand wraps around his length, stroking slowly as he positions himself between your legs. The head of his cock brushes against your sensitive folds, making you whimper. "Been waiting so fucking long for this moment."

"Rafe," You slur, your drugged mind struggling to focus as you feel his size pressing against your entrance. "Wait... I'm not ready..." Your weak protests only serve to fuel his desire, his grip tightening on your hip as he holds you in place. The diamond necklace at your throat catches the moonlight as you try to shift away.

"You're more than ready, baby," he counters, using his free hand to spread your wetness along his length. "Your body's begging for it. Been begging for it all night." He leans down, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss as he starts to push inside your entrance. The stretch is intense, making you gasp against his mouth. "Gonna make you take every fucking inch."

His cock inches forward slowly, savoring the way your walls resist his invasion. The truck's windows are completely fogged now, creating a private world for just the two of you. Rafe's breathing grows heavier as he feels your tight heat enveloping him, his control starting to slip. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. "Taking my cock so well, just like I knew you would."

Tears stream down your cheeks as he stretches you open, the mixture of pain and drugged pleasure making your head spin. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. "Almost there, baby," he pants against your neck, his hips still pushing forward relentlessly. "Just a little more and you'll have all of me." His free hand slides between them to rub your clit, knowing the added stimulation will help your body accept him. "Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with my cum, make sure it takes. Make sure you can never leave me."

Rafe's hips finally meet yours as he bottoms out inside you, a groan of satisfaction rumbling deep in his chest. Your walls flutter around his length as you adjust to being completely filled for the first time. The truck's cabin is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the leather seats creaking beneath them with each subtle movement.

"There we go," he pants against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. His hands grip your hips possessively as he holds himself still, savoring the moment. "Been dreaming about this for so fucking long, baby. About claiming you completely." You whimper beneath him, your mind is hazy from the drugs as your body struggles to accommodate his size. Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, your fingers clutch weakly at his shoulders as you feel him throb inside you.

"Please," you manage to gasp, though your drugged state makes it hard to form coherent thoughts. "It's too much... I can't..." Your protests are cut off by his mouth capturing yours in a demanding kiss, his tongue invading your mouth just as his cock has invaded your body.

"Yes, you can," his hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. "And you will. Gonna fuck a baby into you tonight, make sure you can never leave me." His movements gradually become deeper, and more purposeful, as he establishes a rhythm. "Watch me while I do it. Want to see those pretty eyes when I breed you." One hand slides from your hip to grip your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he fucks into you. "That's it," he praises darkly as your body starts to respond despite your protests. "Take it like a good girl. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock."

Rafe's movements become more intense, his hips snapping against yours with increasing force as he chases his release. The truck rocks with your movements, his hands grip your hips bruisingly tight as he pounds into you, watching with dark satisfaction as pleasure and pain war across your drugged features.

"Fuck, you feel perfect," he groans, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat just above the diamond necklace. "So fucking tight around my cock. Like you were made for this." His thumb traces your bottom lip as he continues his relentless pace. "Made to take my cum, to carry my baby."

Your head thrashes weakly against the leather seat, your body overwhelmed by the mix of drugs and unwilling pleasure. Your walls clench around him involuntarily as another orgasm builds, making him grunt with satisfaction. "That's it, baby," he praises darkly. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Show me how much your body wants this." His free hand moves between them to rub your clit, determined to make you come around his cock. "Gonna fill you up so good," he pants, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he nears his release. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until it takes. Make sure everyone knows you belong to me." His fingers speed up on your clit as he feels your walls starting to flutter. "Come for me now, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk my cock."

Rafe's grip tightens on your hips as he feels his release building, his thrusts becoming more desperate and erratic. "That's it, baby," feeling your walls clench around him as another orgasm builds in your drugged body. "Come on my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want my cum." Your back arches off the seat as pleasure crashes through you against your will, your walls squeezing his length rhythmically. The sight of you coming undone beneath him finally pushes Rafe over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into your pussy. "Fuck," he pants against your neck, grinding his hips to ensure his cum stays deep inside. "All mine now."

He collapses on top of you for a moment, both of you catching your breath in the steamy confines of his truck. The diamond necklace glints at your throat as he finally pulls out, watching with dark satisfaction as his release drips from your used pussy. "No more college applications, no more threats of leaving. You're stuck with me now, baby." Without a word, he starts fixing his clothes, already planning your next encounter in his mind. 

"Let's get you home, baby," he says, his voice rough as he helps you dress on shaky legs. "Don't want your daddy getting suspicious." His hand rests possessively on your thigh as he starts the truck, knowing that after tonight, everything has changed. The drive back is silent except for your occasional whimpers, the drugs still making your head fuzzy as she processes what just happened.

A week later,  

Rafe lounges against his truck at the Boneyard, The beach is relatively empty at this hour, just a few surfers catching the last waves of the day. His blue eyes track your movement, noting how pale you look, and how your usual confident stride seems shakier. A smirk plays at his lips, though he keeps his expression carefully neutral.

"Hey baby," he calls out, pushing off the truck to meet you. His hands immediately find your waist, pulling you close as he studies your face. "You sounded weird on the phone. Everything okay?" The concern in his voice is perfectly crafted, masking the satisfaction he feels as he takes in your distressed state.

Your hands tremble as you pull away from his embrace, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. "Rafe, I... I need to tell you something." Your voice cracks slightly as you speak, tears already gathering in your eyes. "I went to the doctor today..."

"What's wrong?" Rafe steps closer, his hand coming up to cup your face with practiced gentleness. Inside, his heart races with anticipation, but his expression remains one of innocent concern. "You've been sick all week. Did they figure out what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper, the words carried away by the ocean breeze. Your eyes search his face desperately for any sign of recognition, any hint that he remembers your Valentine's night. "But I don't... I can't remember... The last thing I clearly remember is having champagne in your truck..."

Rafe's eyes widen in perfectly feigned shock, his hand dropping from your face as he takes a step back. "You're... what?" He runs a hand through his hair, the picture of a young man receiving unexpected news. "But we've never... I mean, I thought you wanted to wait?" His voice carries just the right amount of confusion and disbelief.

"That's just it," Your voice rises slightly, panic evident in your tone. "I don't remember! Valentine's Day is just... fuzzy. But the doctor said I'm about a week along, and you're the only one I've been with..." you trail off, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

Rafe pulls you into his arms, hiding his triumphant smile in your hair. "Shh, it's okay," he soothes, one hand moving to rest possessively over your still-flat stomach. "We'll figure this out together. I'm here for you, baby. Always." His voice drops lower, taking on that dangerous edge you're too distraught to notice. "Guess those college applications won't be necessary anymore, huh?"

His hand tightens possessively around your waist as you tremble against him, his other hand still resting on your stomach where his child is growing. The setting sun casts long shadows across the beach, the sound of waves providing a backdrop to your quiet sobs. His blue eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he feels you collapse further into his embrace, exactly where he wants you.

"What am I going to tell my parents?" You whisper against his chest, your voice breaking. "My dad... he's going to kill me. And all my college plans..." You pull back slightly to look up at him, mascara running down your cheeks. "Rafe, I can't remember anything from that night. How did this happen?"

Rafe's jaw clenches as he maintains his facade of confusion and concern. "Hey, look at me," he demands softly, tilting your chin up with his fingers. "Your parents love you. And my family... well, Ward's always talking about wanting grandkids." His thumb wipes away your tears as he studies your face. "Maybe this is a good thing, you know? You and me, starting our own family."

"But I had plans," you protest weakly, your hands clutching at his shirt. "Harvard, Yale... I was supposed to get out of Outer Banks..." You don’t even notice how his grip tightens painfully at your words or the flash of possessive anger in his eyes.

"Fuck those plans," he growls, before quickly softening his tone. "I mean, things change, right? Sometimes for the better." His hand slides up to cup your face, forcing you to maintain eye contact. "You've got me now. Got us. Isn't that better than some fancy college where you don't know anyone?" He’s super hyper-focused on every detail - the way you unconsciously lean into his touch, how your body fits perfectly against his, the slight swell of your breasts that's already becoming noticeable. His other hand remains possessively on your stomach, imagining how it will grow with his child.

"I'm scared," You admit, your voice small against the sound of crashing waves. "Everything's happening so fast, and I can't remember... that night is just blank, Rafe. Doesn't that bother you?" You search his face for any sign of recognition, any hint of guilt.

But Rafe's expression remains carefully crafted a mixture of concern and determination. "What bothers me is seeing you upset," he lies smoothly, pulling you closer. "We'll figure this out together, okay? You and me and our baby. "No more talk about leaving, though. You belong here, with me. Got it?"

"We should tell our parents soon," he says, his voice carrying that edge of control he can never quite hide. "Get everything out in the open. But first, promise me something, baby. Promise me you'll stop looking at those college applications."

Your eyes widen with fresh tears as you stare up at him. "But Rafe, I can't just give up everything I've worked for..." Your voice trails off as his grip tightens slightly on your chin, his blue eyes darkening with barely contained possession.

"Those dreams were for the old Y/N," he states firmly, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "The one who didn't have a family to think about. Things are different now." His other hand presses harder against your stomach, a reminder of what's growing inside of you. "You've got bigger responsibilities. To me. To our baby."

The waves crash against the shore behind them as silence stretches between them. Rafe can feel your pulse racing beneath his fingers where they rest against your throat and can see the moment you start to break under the weight of reality. His plan is working perfectly - soon you’ll be completely his, tied to him forever through your child.

"I... I need time to think," You finally whisper, trying to step back from his embrace. But Rafe's grip remains firm, keeping you close as the last rays of sunlight disappear behind the horizon. His expression shifts into something darker, more possessive.

"No more thinking," One of his hands slid up to tangle in your hair. "No more plans that don't include me. You're mine now, Y/N. The sooner you accept that, the better." His voice carries a threat wrapped in velvet as he stares down at you. "Or should we talk about how convenient it is that you can't remember Valentine's Day?"

Rafe's threat hangs heavy in the air as your face drains of color. His fingers tighten in your hair, cocaine making his movements more aggressive than usual. The darkened beach feels suddenly oppressive as he towers over your trembling form.

"What... what do you mean?" You whisper, your voice is small and frightened as you search his face. The familiar warmth in his blue eyes has been replaced by something cold and calculating that makes your stomach turn.

"You really want to know what happened that night?" he asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. His hand slides from your stomach to your hip possessively. "Want me to tell you exactly how I made sure you'd never leave me? How I watched you drink that champagne, knowing what was in it?"

You try to pull away, but his grip is iron-tight as realization dawns on your face. "No," she breathes, shaking her head in denial. "You wouldn't... you couldn't..." But the predatory smile spreading across his face tells you everything you need to know.

"I did," he confirms, pulling you closer until your faces are inches apart. "And now you're carrying my baby. No more college applications. No more dreams of leaving. You're mine forever now, baby." His thumb brushes away a tear from your cheek with mock tenderness. "And if you ever think about telling anyone... well, who's going to believe the girl who can't remember her own Valentine's Day?"

The waves crash behind them as your world crumbles around you. You can feel the weight of the promise ring on your finger - once a symbol of love, now feeling more like a shackle. Rafe watches you process everything with dark satisfaction, knowing he's won completely.

"Why?" you finally manage to ask through your tears, your voice breaking on the single word. The hand in your hair tightens as Rafe's expression turns almost tender, though his eyes remain cold.

"Because you're mine," he states simply as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "And I take care of what's mine. You'll see, baby. This is better than any fancy college could ever be." His hand moves to rest on your stomach again, possessive and threatening all at once. "Our little family, together forever in Outer Banks. Just like it should be."

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𝜗𝜚 Cupid Walks Right.

Spencer Reid x BAU!reader

Summary: You've been hiding your attraction to your coworker for a long time, until a few pictures of him kissing a celebrity in a pool unleash emotions you can't control.

Words: 1,6k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!reader. mentions of crime and arms. spoilers for s1 e18 ("somebody's watching"). hurt+comfort. two idiots in love. lots of jealousy. fluff. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: The reader is simply me every time I watch that episode but with a lot more drama to make it interesting.

One bullet after another hit the paper meters away from you, with each shot more accurate than the previous one. You had lost count of how many cartridges you had already spent because your mind was full of thoughts that only the sound of the shots echoing in the shooting room managed to silence and give you back a little control of the situation.

Memories of one of the last cases still lingered in your mind, and you couldn't understand why. It hadn't even been something relevant enough to stick in your mind that much, it was just a crazy stalker obsessed with a celebrity and more of the same old same old in terms of creating a profile. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, and it had ended well, with a happy ending that included Spencer kissing the victim he was supposed to be protecting.

That was the crux of the issue, the root of your problem.

You saw some photos that captured the moment in vivid detail and wanted to run out and throw up in the nearest trash can. You held back to avoid answering embarrassing questions, blaming your bad feelings on the last thing you ate and insisting that you were just satisfying your curiosity. But as they say, curiosity always kills the cat.

Maybe it was because it was unprofessional and unnecessary, maybe you were in a bad mood and needed to relax, maybe you were upset that the guy with the germ problem had shared saliva with a stranger, maybe you didn't like Lila Archer because of her performances, or maybe you just wanted to be in her shoes and have him kiss you like that. And for heaven's sake, maybe you've had a few inappropriate dreams about it lately.

You were just about to fire again to get the thoughts out of your mind when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, ready to defend yourself with the gun in your hand.

“Wait, wait, it's me. I'm sorry.” Spencer raised his arms in a sign of peace and took a few steps back. “Just me.”

“What are you doing here? You scared me.” You lowered the gun and placed it on the table, trying to sound less abrupt. “I thought everyone had gone home.”

He approached you again, checking the open shells and the pile of bullets on the ground. He was quite surprised to see how many times you had hit the target with perfect shots, and how you still seemed intent on continuing, even though it was almost two in the morning. It wasn't practice, because you didn't need it, it was something else, and you seemed quite angry about it.

“I spent the hour going through some papers and saw the light on in here. I thought I'd come and have a look.” He explained, trying to follow your gaze, which seemed to elude his. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, perfect.”

You started gathering your things and cleaning up the space you'd been using, planning to leave as soon as possible because of his presence. It had been weeks since you'd been alone with him because you'd managed to avoid seeing him as best you could. You'd even managed to convince Hotch that it was time for him to pair you up with someone else during the cases to experiment. You didn't even know why he'd listened to you, but it had been a great relief.

“You're leaving already?” Spencer asked, and you just nodded. “Can I take you home?”

Usually he drove you home, because your car was still at the mechanic and you refused to buy a new one. You always used the minutes you spent together to talk about something other than cases, they were moments of relaxation that you both appreciated. The big difference was that now you couldn't afford that luxury without feeling strange.

“Don't worry, I'll call a taxi.” You grabbed your jacket from a nearby locker. “I'm fine.” You added, with the intention of heading for the door until he stopped you by the wrist.

“Is everything okay...between us?” He asked as you looked up to meet his eyes. “Are you mad at me?”

“I'm sorry, what?” You said, feigning confusion. You always knew it was only a matter of time before he figured something was off with you. After all, he worked in profiling.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked again, in a lower voice, sounding a little more vulnerable than he'd intended. That instantly made you feel bad, you didn't want to hurt him with your confusion.

“No.”

He let out a sigh at your automatic response. His shoulders slumped a bit, and he felt a wave of relief for a few seconds. But then he looked into your eyes for a moment and hesitated, biting his lower lip.

“So...why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, sounding a little shy and with a hint of apprehension in his voice. “Or not looking at me at all.”

“I'm not doing anything.” You make excuses.

He got the chills when he heard your voice, which came across as cold and distant.

“You're giving me that look.”

You gave a little frown and folded your arms, as if to say you didn't agree.

“What look?"

“You look at me like I've done something wrong, like you're disappointed or angry...I think both. You barely look me in the eye, you walk away every time I want to talk to you, you don't sit near me on the jet or want to work with me anymore. And you've been like this for a week.” He paused for a second, remembering when your strange behavior started. “Ever since the L.A. case.”

The room was suddenly filled with silence and a palpable tension. You had been foolish to think Spencer wouldn't notice your remoteness, given his perceptive nature. But you didn't have a choice. You didn't want to appear jealous when you didn't even have feelings for him, you were just ovulating or something like that.

“Is it because...because of Lila? I heard Morgan say some things, and you haven't treated me the same since.” His wavering voice sounded more and more confident, as if he still had to convince himself of his point of view. “I want to know what you think, please.”

You could only curse Derek for exposing you like that. He was the only one who knew about your strange attraction to Reid because he had caught you looking at him several times and you had confessed it to him once in a bar after several drinks and a ridiculous game of cross questions. Since that night, the jokes and suggestions about making out with Spencer under a tree had begun.

But a beautiful actress did it before you, in her pool, with lots of pictures to prove it.

“I'm not one to tell you what to do, but I think your actions were unprofessional and most of all risky.” You spoke after a few seconds, clearing your throat and trying to contain the burning you felt. “It could have ended badly.”

Come on, you would have done the same thing. You often thought about what it would be like to kiss him in the middle of an investigation, especially when he kept giving important details. So you were a little hypocritical.

“I'm only saying that because I care about you.” You added, noticing how confused he looked.

“I know, I care about you too.” He replied calmly, taking a step toward you to touch your arm. “This has been bothering you?”

You froze at his warm touch and the implications you thought he was making about you, nodding as if hypnotized. Had he realized that you had been jealous all along? That you wanted to go back so he could kiss you and not her? That you wanted him to put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you deeply until you were breathless?

“I think I understand, but don't worry about me. I won't do anything dangerous anymore.”

Oh, he hadn't noticed.

Spencer really thought that you were just concerned about his safety because he was your friend and your partner on cases, that you were just frustrated that you weren't there to back him up in case things went wrong. It didn't even occur to him that it was something much deeper and more heated than that.

“So, all good?” He gave you a small smile that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Sure.” You lied, with a strange lump in your throat at the guarded words. “I just didn't know you liked blondes.” You added in a fake teasing tone.

Despite your clearly suspicious tone, Spencer laughed sheepishly. “Actually, I like your hair color.”

A strange bubbling sensation reached your stomach and made you smile.

“Mine?” You asked, lowering your gaze to the floor.

“Yes, it's like it's perfect for you.” He carefully brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, causing the feeling in your stomach to identify itself as butterflies fluttering nonstop.

“You're telling me because I have a gun?” You tried to change the subject with a nervous laugh. “I'm not a celebrity, after all.”

“You don't have to be one to be as pretty as you are. But you could be if you wanted to, and...” He started to talk about statistics and a bunch of data you didn't even know, but strangely enough you didn't listen to him this time because you were stuck on the first sentence.

Spencer really thought you were pretty.

It was only then that you realized something had changed. The only successful shot had been Cupid's arrow to your heart.

Because, damn it, you were totally in love with that man.

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ᯓ★ Miraculous Ladybug Social Media AU

ᯓ★ Summary : A bunch of one-shots on Marinette as MDC and her friends/connections, that lead to Lila's downfall. Includes the Akuma class going to gotham, Luka, Kagami and Felix going to Collège Françoise Dupont, a tiny bit of Adrien salt at the beginning and Felinette!!!. OR An smau where Marinette launches her brand and gets super famous. Lila, obviously, attempts to make things worse for her but it simply bites her in the face.

ᯓ★ Genre : Fluff, Comedy? (as comedic as i can get), a tiny bit of angst, friends to lovers

ᯓ★ Pairings : Marinette x Felix

ᯓ★ Start : January 11, 2025

ᯓ★ A/N : Guys a decent amount of the characters might seem ooc (out of character) but thats cause i'm not an avid watched of the show.... Everyone is aged up to 18/19 and is in their last year of high school (pretend the age matches lol). I have no idea what update schedules will look like but i hope this ends up around 20 "chapters"

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ᯓ★ Profile 1 : Private Accounts ᯓ★ Profile 2 : Not So Private Accounts

★ 1 Rich Girl Privileges

★ 2 Accept My Love

★ 3 Scream In The Halls

★ 4 Apologise? ( WC : 784 )

★ 5 Karma

★ 6 Little Fashion Minions

★ 7 Dress In A Bathtub

★ 8 Womp Womp ( WC : 650 )

★ 9 Cute

★ 10 Crying

★ 11 Creative ( WC : 655 )

★ 12 Adrien ( WC : 831 )

★ 13 Tainted By A Male

★ 14 A Date ?

★ 15 Breaking News...

★ 16 Touch Grass...

★ 17 Only You Do ( WC : 912 )...

★ 18 TBA...

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[kijimha]

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ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

BSD...

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@jewel-kings-madness (Ace)

@myname-isntlolita (Elise)

@vitas3xualis (Ougai Mori)

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@doajouno (Decay Of Angels AU Jouno)

@tatsuhikoshibusawa (Tatsuhiko Shibusawa)

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BSD (Stormbringer)...

@the-flags-pianoman (Pianoman)

@the-flags-lippmann (Lippmann)

@the-flags-iceman (Iceman)

@the-flags-albatross (Albatross)

@the-flags-doc (Doc)

@iwaitforthestorm (Paul Verlaine)

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JJBA...

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Ace Attorney...

@firstclassattorney (Kristoph Gavin)

@mattengardedude (Matt Engarde)

@ask-mr-wellington (Richard Wellington)

@holy-mothers-servant (Nahyuta Sahdmadhi)

@i-really-lovemywife (Ron DeLite)

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Danganronpa...

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@lilultimateartist (Jataro Kemuri)

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Homicipher...

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[littlemissmentallyunstable]

HEYYYYYYY LILAAA

IM OKAYYYY DWWW ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 HOW ARE YOUUUUUU

when you have to say it’s fine when it’s the opposite of fine.

[adaobiiii]

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─────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 8 Womp Womp

The studio was bathed in soft golden light from the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the racks of clothing and scattered sketches. Chloe was sprawled on the sofa bed, out cold, her perfectly styled hair slightly ruffled as she snored softly.  

Marinette sat cross-legged on a pink beanbag, her sketchpad open on her lap, but her pencil idle. Felix was perched on the armrest of the couch, looking every bit like he belonged in a high-fashion photoshoot even when he wasn’t posing for one.  

Plagg, the mischievous black cat, had draped himself dramatically over Felix’s shoulder, purring loudly as Felix absently scratched behind his ears.  

“Honestly, she got knocked out the second she sat down,” Marinette said, nodding toward Chloe. “I knew the shoot would tire her out, but this is impressive.”  

Felix smirked, his gray eyes glinting with amusement. “You’d think she walked a marathon instead of standing around in couture. Typical Chloe.”

“I mean,” Marinette added, a grin spreading across her face, “she insisted on the whole poofy wedding dress thing. Must’ve been a pain to put on.”

Felix chuckled, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. “And even more of a pain to take off, I’m sure. Drama queen to the end.”

They both chuckled, the sound light and easy.  

“I’d take a picture, but she’d never forgive me,” Marinette teased, leaning back against her beanbag.

“Oh, I already did.” Felix held up his phone, the screen showing a perfectly framed shot of Chloe under the blankets mid-snore. The corners of his mouth tugged upward in a smug grin.

“Felix!” Marinette gasped, torn between horror and laughter. 

“She’d do the same to me,” Felix said with a shrug, tucking his phone away. “Consider it insurance.” 

Marinette groaned, shaking her head, though she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

The laughter settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by Plagg’s contented purring.

“So,” Marinette started, doodling aimlessly on the edge of her sketchpad. “What do you think Adrien’s deal is? He’s been... different. Apologizing, actually making eye contact when I talk to him. It’s weird.”

Felix’s expression darkened, the easy amusement fading into something sharper. “Honestly? I don’t trust it.”

Marinette blinked, caught off guard. “You don’t trust Adrien?”

“Not when it comes to you,” Felix replied, his voice low but pointed. “This is the same person who told you to ‘take the high road’ with Lila. Forgive and forget, right? Meanwhile, he sat back and let her run her mouth about you.”

Marinette frowned, her pencil stilling. “That’s... not entirely fair. Adrien isn’t—”

Felix cut her off with a raised hand. “I’m not saying he’s a villain. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to forgive anyone until you’re ready. He doesn’t get to decide when things are okay.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Marinette studied him, her heart doing that annoying fluttery thing she wasn’t ready to examine.

“I’m not in a rush to forgive anyone,” she said softly, a small smile playing at her lips. “You don’t have to worry about me, Felix.” 

Felix’s shoulders relaxed slightly, though his gaze remained steady. “Someone needs to.”

Marinette felt her cheeks heat at the way he said it, like it wasn’t just a casual remark. She looked down at her sketchpad, doodling again to give herself something to do. 

Plagg let out a loud meow, nuzzling against Felix’s cheek, breaking the tension. 

“I think your cat likes me more than he likes you,” Felix said, raising a brow. 

“Traitor,” Marinette muttered at Plagg, who only purred louder.

“Smart cat,” Felix said smugly, scratching Plagg behind the ears.

Marinette rolled her eyes, but the smile tugging at her lips was genuine. “You’re annoying.” 

“You like it,” Felix countered smoothly, his smirk softening into something warmer before he turned his attention back to Plagg.

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A/N : The reason Chloe posts any photos of her friends without worrying is cause she doesn't allow anyone from school follow her private account (unless they're marinette and felix approved) I wanna believe the 100ish people on her private account are her random rich friends from other countries + relatives she actually gets along with.

[adaobiiii]

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──────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 4 Apologise?

Marinette and Kagami sifted through the bakery kitchen, the warm scent of pastries filling the air as they assembled a tray of snacks for the group. Marinette reached for a basket of chocolate croissants while Kagami picked out a plate of mini fruit tarts.  

“Do you think Luka will like these?” Kagami asked, holding up a strawberry tart.  

Marinette gave a distracted nod. “Probably. He isn’t that picky.” She paused, adjusting a stray strand of hair that had fallen loose. “How’s your first day so far?”  

Kagami tilted her head, considering the question. “Interesting. Mendeleiev seems to be quite strict, and then Luka got us both lost trying to find your class after lunch started.”  

Marinette chuckled. “At least you made it here eventually. I can’t count the amount of times I got lost on my first day. And my classmates didn’t let me hear the end of it.”  

Kagami smirked. “You mean Chloe didn’t let you hear the end of it.”  

“Exactly,” Marinette said with a grin, but her smile faltered as her thoughts drifted back to earlier. Adrien’s text still gnawed at her mind.  

“I take it that’s not the only thing on your mind,” Kagami said, easily reading her friend’s mood.  

Marinette sighed, setting the croissants on the tray. “Adrien texted me an apology during class, but it made no sense. Something about regretting telling me not to cause trouble for Lila, but he didn’t explain why. And then there’s…” She gestured vaguely at the bakery door, where the sound of Chloe and Luka’s bickering drifted in from the lounge.  

“Lila?” Kagami guessed.  

“Lila,” Marinette confirmed.  

That morning, Lila had been in rare form, making up tales in Mme. Bustier’s class about being Ladybug’s muse and the secret behind her success. To make matters worse, she’d accused Marinette of bribing Felix to be mean to her, taking advantage of his absence, an absurd lie that had still managed to turn heads.  

“Adrien’s probably trying to smooth things over,” Kagami said, grabbing a tray of éclairs. “But the way he tiptoes around Lila is getting old.”  

Marinette frowned. “It’s just frustrating. He knows better than anyone what she’s like.”  

The bell above the bakery door chimed, drawing their attention. Marinette peeked out through the swinging kitchen door as Felix stepped inside, his polished appearance a stark contrast to the cozy warmth of the bakery.  

Felix, who had missed the morning classes to meet with investors, adjusted his tie as he scanned the room. His sharp green eyes softened slightly when they landed on Marinette, who waved him over.  

“Right on time,” Kagami muttered under her breath, following Marinette into the lounge with the snacks.  

Chloe perked up from her spot on the couch. “Finally! You can rescue me from teaching him how to use his new phone. I’ve explained it three times, and it’s like talking to a brick wall.”  

Luka chuckled, brushing a hand through his teal hair. “I’m learning, slowly but surely. Besides, this is less about the phone and more about Chloe enjoying bossing me around.”  

Felix smirked as he took a seat in the armchair closest to Marinette. “If you’re struggling with a phone, Couffaine, I would hate to think of how you handle more complex technology.”  

“Don’t let him fool you,” Chloe interjected, arms crossed. “He’s being difficult on purpose.”  

Marinette placed the tray of snacks on the coffee table, brushing crumbs off her hands. “Okay, enough about the phone. We need to eat before we’re thrown back into chaos.”  

Felix turned his attention to Marinette. “Speaking of chaos, how bad was Rossi this morning?”  

Chloe snorted. “Same old story, she’s besties with Ladybug, the secret behind her genius, blah, blah, blah. And Marinette’s apparently bribing you to be mean to her now. That one was a real masterpiece.”  

Felix raised an eyebrow. “Does anyone actually believe that?”  

“Some do,” Kagami said with a shrug. “Adrien was acting weird about it too. He texted Marinette some vague apology but didn’t bother explaining himself.”  

Felix’s expression darkened slightly, his gaze settling on Marinette. “And you’re just letting it go?”  

Marinette sighed, pulling out her phone and showing them the text Adrien had sent her.

Luka arched an eyebrow. “Subtle.”  

“I don’t know what I could do without starting a full-blown war,” Marinette said, leaning back in her seat. “At least the people who matter know the truth, right?”  

Felix nodded. “Exactly. Lila’s lies won’t hold up for long if we have anything to do about it." A mischievous grin played at his lips. "Those who believe her are irrelevant anyway.”  

Chloe clapped her hands, breaking the tension. “Enough about Lila! Let’s eat before Luka gets too distracted by his phone and forgets to feed himself.”

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[adaobiiii]

────── Behind The Runway ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

──────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ Profile 1 : Private Accounts

Marinette Dupain-Cheng ( Nettie🎀🎀) @ dti_fanatic : Marinette's private account. Only has a bunch of followers cause she befriends a lot of people. She uses the account to destress and post about her amazing dress to impress outfits. Has a lot of pictures of her and her friends at her parents bakery.

Chloé Bourgeois ( Cleo De Nile ) @ Queen_Bee : Chloe's private account. She has a minor obsession with Cleo De Nile from monster high. She uses this account to rant about her annoying classmates and shows whoever will listen evidence of Marinette and Felix's relationship. She acts incredibly down bad for Kagami as a side job.

Felix Graham De Vanily ( Felix Fathom ) @ Felix : Felix's private account. Only used his father's last name cause it was easier to type. Only follows both of Marinette, Chloe, Kagami, Luka and his mom. His posts consist of either encouraging his friends delusions and bad habits or random pictures of Marinette.

Kagami Tsurgi ( Kagami Tsurgi ) @ Ryukoko : Kagami's account. Luka and Chloe peer pressured her into making it. Like's having a place to talk to her friends (still doesn't understand the concept of memes) Wonders why Chloe continuously calls her babe even though they aren't together. A model under MDS.Designs.

Luka Couffaine (The Music Whisperer(Real!!)) @ LukaCouffaine : Luka's account. Posts photos from his concerts and random activities here. Keeps saying he'll make an official account but never does. Has dropped his phone in the Siene more times than Lila has lied about being friends with ladybug.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

YOURE SO SO SO WELCOMEEE 🥰🥰 THANK YOU SOOO MUCHHHH YOURE SO KINDDDD OMGGOAHH

LOVE YOU TOOOOO

HAPPY CHRISTMAS @lila-77

you were my secret santa!! so I wrote you a little fic which I’ve attached here

I know we don’t really know each other that well, so I wasn’t sure what you liked so I wrote you an anonymous ask about your favourite tig ship… hopefully you like this fic and I hope to get to know you better soon!!

I hope you have a wonderful day!! 💖💖💖💖💖

[adaobiiii]

────── Behind The Runway ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

───────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 14 A Date?

Marinette was laying in her bed, face pressed deep into her pillow. She was fighting the urge to stay there all day and do nothing. She had to design her dress for the upcoming showcase, but she had no idea where to start. While Adrien’s idea of basing it off her favorite fashion game was genius, she didn’t even want to set the game up in the first place.

Rolling onto her stomach, she stared at the ceiling. Adrien. It had been a little over a month since they’d spoken at the Café Procope. She smiled at the thought—he had truly meant it when he said he’d do anything to earn her trust again.

The very next day, he had shown up at her house, and they talked—really talked—about everything. They practiced setting boundaries, ensuring people like Lila couldn’t manipulate him again. At school, he had even moved to the back of the classroom, where Marinette and her friends sat. Whatever he had said to Felix in the following days must have been effective, because the two blondes were now surprisingly amicable.

Now, a month had passed. Adrien, somehow, had figured out she was MDC within two weeks—not that she minded—and had fully integrated into her little group of friends: herself, Chloé, Kagami, Luka, Adrien, and Felix.

Felix.

She didn’t want to admit it, especially after denying Chloé’s relentless claims about her ‘Felinette’ agenda, but she definitely had feelings for him.

She wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe when he first transferred to their classroom and immediately called Lila out on her lies. Maybe it was the way he always, subtly but surely, positioned himself between her and any potential trouble. Or maybe—

Maybe it was because he was currently standing in her doorway, silently judging her while eating a chocolate croissant.

Marinette sat up immediately, rubbing her eyes. “Why are you…?” she trailed off as he stepped into her room and perched himself on the edge of her bed.

“I’m here to make sure you don’t forget basic human necessities while working on your dress,” he replied smoothly, offering her the other half of his croissant.

She took it without hesitation. “I don’t even know where to start,” she mumbled between bites.

Felix nodded as if he had already predicted this. “I had a feeling,” he mused, rummaging through his bag before pulling out a vintage Canon camera and setting it beside her. “Which is why I brought this.”

Marinette raised a brow. “And how exactly is this supposed to help me, Feli?”

“We’re going out,” he stated simply. “You’re going to take as many photos as you can until something inspires you.”

Marinette blinked, then slowly smiled as ideas began to take shape in her mind. “I like where this is going. Thanks, Feli.”

Felix turned his head away slightly, but not before she caught the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. His fingers idly toyed with a loose thread on his sleeve. “So… it’s a date, then?” he murmured, almost too casually.

Marinette’s brain stalled. “A—A date?” She snapped her head towards him, but he was already rising to his feet, making his way to the kitchen.

“I’m making pancakes. Get ready.” His voice was maddeningly indifferent, but he kept his face turned away as he left the room.

--- 1 Hour Time Skip ---

Paris was breathtaking in the late afternoon.

The sun bathed the streets in golden hues, and the faint chill of early spring lingered in the air. Marinette adjusted the camera strap around her neck as she stood on a cobblestone bridge overlooking the Seine. She exhaled, pressing the shutter button as she captured the gentle ripples in the water.

“This was a good idea,” she admitted, glancing at Felix beside her.

“I’m aware,” he said simply, sipping his coffee.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. They had spent the last hour wandering through the city, stopping at whatever caught Marinette’s attention. Felix had been content to follow along, carrying her coat when she got warm and handing her a fresh roll of film when she ran out.

At one point, she stopped in front of a boutique with an elaborate stained-glass window. The way the sunlight streamed through it, casting colorful reflections onto the sidewalk, made her breath hitch. She lifted the camera, snapping a shot before turning to Felix. “What do you think?”

He examined the display before meeting her gaze. “It suits you.”

Marinette tilted her head. “The window?”

“No.” He held her gaze, unblinking. “The light.”

Her stomach flipped.

She quickly busied herself with adjusting the focus on her camera. “You’re being weirdly poetic today,” she muttered, willing her heart to stop hammering in her chest.

Felix merely hummed, glancing down at her with an almost knowing expression. “We should keep moving. You’re not done yet.”

They continued their walk, winding through narrow streets and bustling squares. Marinette took pictures of intricate iron balconies, the way the afternoon light hit the rooftops, and the soft, warm glow of vintage street lamps beginning to flicker to life. Each shot felt more purposeful, more inspired.

At some point, Felix took the camera from her hands. “You need to be in at least one of these,” he remarked, adjusting the settings with practiced ease before pointing the lens at her.

Marinette instinctively raised a hand to protest, but he only smirked. “Just one.”

She sighed dramatically but relented, leaning against the railing of a bridge. Felix took the picture, then checked the preview with an approving nod before handing the camera back.

She peeked at the screen, her lips parting slightly. He had captured her at just the right moment—the golden light framing her face, her hair tousled slightly by the breeze. It looked… beautiful.

“See?” he said, eyes scanning her reaction. “Told you the light suits you.”

She looked up at him then, properly looked at him. And for the first time, she let herself acknowledge the way her heart ached—how much it always seemed to ache around him.

The realization settled over her like the setting sun. Maybe Chloé had been onto something after all.

Felix cleared his throat and checked his watch. “It’s getting late. We should get you home before Chloé starts sending threats.”

Marinette laughed, nudging his arm playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

As they walked back, camera in hand, she knew one thing for sure—this was definitely a date.

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A / N : Yea soooo Adrien is good nowww (If you didn't get it there has been like a months time-skip since the last chapter) He was super straight forward when switching to marinette's side too so the group likes him <3. In this au Sabrina is also on marinette's side BUT like i mentioned in the story she's training for police stuff in Nyc so her appearance may come later :D

[adaobiiii]

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────────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ✧˚.⋆ 12 Adrien

Marinette had been waiting at Café Procope for about fifteen minutes. Her friends were seated somewhere close enough to ensure she’d be safe, but far enough to avoid eavesdropping.

She had arrived early—shocker—and now found herself fidgeting with the tablecloth as she waited. Is this even worth it? What if he doesn’t come? What if this is a set-up? She was so lost in thought that she didn’t notice someone sit across from her.

“Marinette?” a voice called hesitantly.

She didn’t react until a warm hand gently covered hers. The unexpected touch snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked up.

Blonde hair. Green eyes. For a split second, relief washed over her. Then she noticed—his hair was a shade too light, his eyes the wrong hue of green.

Her heart sank.

This wasn’t Felix.

Marinette immediately pulled her hand back, placing it in her lap. “Adrien,” she greeted coolly before waving a waitress over. She wasn’t about to do this on an empty stomach.

She ordered a strawberry tart and red fruit tea. Adrien asked for an assortment of macarons and hot chocolate.

Silence settled between them, thick and awkward. When their orders finally arrived, Marinette picked up her spoon, ready to eat—until Adrien spoke.

“I’m sorry, Marinette.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his gaze fixed on the drink in front of him.

She set her spoon down with a soft clink. “Sorry for what, Adrien?”

He tensed. The way she said his name—so detached, so distant—was a stark contrast to the warmth she used to show him.

“For everything,” he admitted. “For telling you to take the high road. For not standing up for you when I knew Lila was lying. For being a spineless coward.”

Marinette stayed silent. She knew Adrien hadn’t been raised to handle confrontation—his father had never taught him how. But that didn’t mean she could forgive him so easily.

She chose her next words carefully. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t expected that.

The truth was, he had only recently realized just how much damage Lila had caused. He had caught her searching through Marinette’s bag one afternoon, mumbling under her breath about ruining the designer’s sketchbook when she didn’t find what she was looking for.

Adrien wasn’t stupid. Everyone in class knew how much designing meant to Marinette. The thought of Lila deliberately sabotaging her future made his stomach twist.

And he had done nothing to stop it.

He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“I know you won’t forgive me right away,” he said, voice heavy with guilt. “Even I wouldn’t. But I’ll change. I’ll earn your trust properly—if you’ll let me.”

For so long, he had convinced himself that staying neutral was the right thing to do. That if he ignored the problem, it would disappear. But Marinette wasn’t a problem—she was a person. And he had left her to suffer alone.

Marinette sighed, watching him. The dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged—he had already been punishing himself.

Felix's words from earlier on not forgiving anyone till she was ready rung through her head. She took a slow sip of her tea, gathering her thoughts. He hadn’t been the worst of them. He hadn’t actively participated in Lila’s games—he had just looked away, lost in his own little bubble.

That didn’t excuse him, but… she was tired.

“I forgive you, Adrien.”

His breath caught. “W-what?”

She didn’t look at him as she picked up her fork and took a bite of her tart. Her phone pinged beside her plate—a text from Chloé.

Adrien stared, still processing her words.

“You weren’t the worst of them,” she said simply. “And besides, I’d like to believe you didn’t know any better.”

She had spent too long being angry. Too long carrying the weight of other people’s choices. Holding onto resentment wouldn’t change the past, and frankly, she didn’t want to carry that burden anymore.

Letting go wasn’t for Adrien. It was for herself.

“You’ve punished yourself enough anyway,” she added, nodding slightly toward him.

Adrien looked down at his hands, then back at her. He hadn’t realized just how much the guilt had been weighing on him until now. Her forgiveness didn’t erase it, but it loosened the grip it had around his chest.

Marinette stood, smoothing out her skirt. Adrien quickly moved to stand too, his food barely touched.

“Relax,” she said with a small smile. “You said you’d earn my trust, remember?”

He swallowed hard and nodded.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” She placed her half of the bill on the table before turning to leave.

Adrien watched her go, slumping back into his seat.

For the first time in days, he let out a deep, shaky breath. Tears pricked at his eyes. She had forgiven him—of course he still had a long way to go but she forgave him. She was too kind for her own good. 

The boy wiped the tears off his face before nibbling on one of his macaroons.

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ওঃ Marinette Dupain-Chang

Lucky Girl (x Felix) [ ☆ ꩜ ]

Delicious (x Felix) [ ☆ ꩜ ♡ ]

Leading Her On (x Adrien) [ ☾ ꩜] Starting Over (x Adrien) [ ☆ ꩜ ]

Behind The Runway [ ☆ ☾ ♡ ❀ ]

Sons of Ra [ ❀ ꩜ ☆ ]

Gaming Saturday (xPlatonic Chloe, Lila) [ ☆ ꩜ ]

TBA...

ওঃ Adrien Agreste

Leading Her On (x Marinette) [ ☾ ꩜] Starting Over (x Marinette) [ ☆ ꩜ ]

Almost Midnight (x Reader) [ ☾ ☆ ꩜ ]

Sons of Ra [ ❀ ꩜ ☆ ]

Gentle!reader x Adrien [ ☆ ✧ ]

Chaotic!reader x Adrien [ ☆ ✧ ]

ওঃ Felix Fathom

Lucky Girl (x Marinette) [ ☆ ꩜ ]

Delicious (x Marinette) [ ☆ ꩜ ♡ ]

Behind The Runway [ ☆ ☾ ♡ ❀ ]

Sons of Ra [ ❀ ꩜ ☆ ]

TBA…

ওঃ Luke Couffaine

Black!reader x Luka [ ☆ ✧ ]

ওঃ Other Characters

Gaming Saturday (xPlatonic Marinette, Chloe, Lila) [ ☆ ꩜ ]