#mary even kind of had to hold me up by the waist so i wouldn't dissolve in a puddle on the floor

[thursdaygrl]

To go from being so cautious about this side of themselves to slowly dropping away every layer of anxiety that had plagued them, filling up slowly with exhilaration and a need to make up for every moment that they'd held back... it was thrilling. Edging closer and closer to things they'd fantasised and dreamed of. Their bodies fit together so perfectly like this, soft skin pressed so closely, nipples hardening with the contact, heat growing more intense as they both sought out friction. It could have easily been overwhelming, but Jordan rode the current, embracing a new boldness, a new confidence unleashed as they sought out Marie's want and approval. The look on her face alone would have been enough, the way she stared up at them in awe, pretty brown eyes filled with an affection that made their heart melt and their cunt clench with need. They exhaled, chuckling softly and grinning at her answer. "Yeah?" Their hands shifted down as she removed hers, arching a little into the press of her palms against their breasts and groaning. They caught her hips, holding her steady as they slowed their moments to rock and grind against her, mind flashing between sliding inside her and how this would feel without any layers between them. It'd take a bit of positioning to get the right spot, but the way their bodies moved would allow for it, they could already imagine how it would feel to slide against the wetness of her pussy with their own. They looked down at her through their lashes, eyelids a little heavy as they revelled in all of it. Pretty would have been enough to feed their ego, but she continued and they drew close again, one of their forearms pressing into the bed, bracketing her on one side as their brows rose and their cheeks warmed. They weren't shy by any means, but not quite used to this kind of attention in this form, not in a way they liked as much as this. Marie's touch, her gaze, it came with a deeper kind of affection than just fucking for satiating whatever need they'd built up. She was too good at making them feel almost unsteady with the level of urgency that charged through their body, awakening every inch, making the hairs stand on end when she uttered something as simple as not having done this before. This, meaning... with a body like theirs. With a woman. They hadn't quite thought about it until she'd spoken it aloud. Their brows furrowed and then lifted in surprise, the corner of their mouth following suit before they laughed. God, yeah, if she'd gotten off just like this, with the wicked, drawn out thrust of Jordan's lips against hers and not even a real touch to her needy folds — that kind of smugness wouldn't have washed off of them for weeks. "I think admitting it already has my fucking ego ballooning to new heights..."

They swooped down to her again, lips brushing over hers as they spoke, their hand keeping her hair away from her face as their gaze trailed up to her eyes when they pulled back to stare at her. "If this is your first time getting fucked by a girl, I hope you're not expecting me to let you off with just twice tonight. Might just keep it up till you pass out. And you're not going anywhere after." With that, their mouth sealed over hers again. The rest of the world ceased to exist, as they went back to grinding their hips against hers, hands gripping and tightening at her waist. The layers were starting to feel stifling, so they pulled back, leaning on their legs as they made quick work of their pants. "This, off." They ordered, motioning to her bottoms as they leaned back up, briefs still hanging on their hips as they helped her shed another layer. Admittedly, in this form they felt more demanding, more domineering with the way they gripped the back of her thighs, hands sliding up to cup the back of her knees, gaze trailing over her body possessively. It was too hard to help it, not leaning down to her again, fingers dipping underneath the hem of her panties to just touch her hips, holding onto it as they ground their hips down again, feeling another layer closer to her, that heat pressing right against their own folds. She was so slick it was likely leaving a wet patch on their own underwear and they were pleased with the thought, their kisses growing dirtier, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before their mouth trailed to her neck. They littered her skin with open mouthed kisses, a hand snaking between their bodies too press against her, giving them both something to helplessly hump against in the search for more. God, Jordan needed more of her. They licked a stripe up her skin, lips landing near her ear. "You have no fucking idea how much I like eating your pussy." They spoke softly, pulling away as their hand shifted and turned, teasing her over the fabric of her underwear. Their other hand was focused on keeping her legs spread, trailing up the back of a brown thigh to cup the back of her knee, firm in the way they insisted she stay open so they could tease her clit.

"Think my mouth feels different like this?" They asked, shifting back on the bed as their knees sunk further into the mattress. "That something you wondered about, how soft my mouth would feel? If I ate it the same?" They were lowering already, dropping one hand to ease her underwear aside, as if they couldn't even waste the time to pull it off of her. They groaned the second they leaned in, the heady taste making a shiver run through their whole body. Their dark hair curtained the side of their face, brushing against her thigh. They weren't shy about it, not in either form, but surely she expected nothing less. Their flat tongue slid through her folds, relishing in how her body had reacted to humping against each other, all desperate and aching for each other. Fingers spread her open wider, focus shifting to her swollen clit, moaning as they swirled their tongue around it. Their gaze lifted to look at her as they lifted their mouth, just enough to fill their mouth with saliva and spit down against her cunt lewdly, smirking into it as they dove back in. Their hand slid up between them now, trailing along her stomach and up towards her breast, squeezing as they savoured each lick, mouth and chin beginning to glisten as they dug in shamelessly. It was only natural to them, that instinct to make her come like this first, to apologise for all the bullshit of the night with their head tucked between her legs.

People made promises in the heat of the moment all the time. They talked about love, devotion, and shared futures; then they dressed back up and went on with their lives. Marie had seen people get their heart broken for believing a little too hard on empty vows made at the wrong time. Yet she couldn’t help but trust Jordan's sincere tone, as they assured her they wouldn’t hurt her like that again. It could be because she knew it wasn’t a ploy to get her in bed; it could be because she knew they wouldn’t be willing to give her their word on an oath they didn’t intend on trying to keep; or maybe it was simpler; maybe she was too weak not to believe anything they’d say when they kissed her like they couldn’t handle the idea of not doing it again. Marie’s skin burned under their touch, whining into their mouth as one of their hands pressed her harder against them by grabbing at the dough of her ass, their other palm splayed over her cheek. There was no battle for dominance this time, just Jordan taking over as if they’d been born to have that possessive hold on her; Marie followed along eagerly, gasping as their teeth caught her bottom lip. She tried not to squirm under their touch, not to make a sound at the image painted by their comment, but it was quite a challenge, especially as the visual was too indecent not to have her cunt throbbing at the thought. It was a shame—all the time and opportunities they’d wasted by not being on the same page. Bringing up those missed moments seemed to be something that came especially easily for them, perhaps as a way to remind themselves not to take anything for granted. Then, don’t let me go, Marie considered replying, ‘cause they couldn’t keep making the same mistakes. But she feared it would come out too desperate, too pleading. So, the ballerina said nothing. Instead, those bright, dark eyes focused on theirs as their thumb slipped between her full lips. Marie sucked softly, appreciative of the weight on her tongue, following an order that hadn’t been uttered but that she wanted to excel at nonetheless.

When people thought about ballet, the first thing that came to mind was beauty—the costumes, the music, the perfectly planned staging. But truly, another element was the real centerpiece; fundamentally, it all was about control. Every day, Marie had to focus on dominating her own body, her reactions, and her decisions. Perhaps that was the reason why she found herself deeply inebriated by the freedom that came with Jordan taking the lead so naturally. Right there, she couldn’t worry about anything in the world outside of what happened in their room; she didn’t even remember any of the ideas that kept her up at night; all she could do was follow her impulses when they took off their top, reverent and curious at the same time, because she’d spent too long thinking about Jordan like this, and now she could only confirm that they looked even better in real life—even if Marie’s imagination had never been less than impressive. Her breath stuttered as she took them in; the perfect line of their collarbone and their strong shoulders, the curve of their breasts and those peaked nipples, the dip of their waist—all of them, every inch of exposed skin made her feel dizzy with want. There was no hiding the hunger in her gaze as delicate fingertips traveled over their body, getting familiar with every curve; she didn’t notice their work into getting rid of her bra next, just like she didn’t pay attention to the way she’d been guided carefully until the back of her knees touched the edge of the bed. It made her grin; how quick she responded to their silent invitation, how warm and secure it felt to have them on top of her, she kissed them feverishly, digging her fingers at their hips and moaning into their mouth at the feeling of luscious skin against hers, forcing her to arch her back because the contact was driving her insane. Jordan knew what they were doing, handling and bending her body to their will, earning a surprised gasp from her as her legs wrapped around the back of their thighs, because the sinful friction she received as they grinded against her was completely new. There was no direct contact, but it was more than enough for Marie’s eyes to close with pleasure, her clit swollen against the soaked fabric of her panties, her mind going wild with the perspective to find out what it’d be like to rub her needy cunt against theirs, just like that, but without the too frustrating layers between them. She feared she could come from the idea alone, especially as she lifted her hips in return, rocking up against them with urgency. When Jordan broke their kiss, she couldn’t help but let out a whine in protest, even if the sight of them got her pussy clenching.

A breathless half-laugh escaped her at their question. ‘Cause pretty had to be the understatement of the century. If she had been any less turned on, if there had been any thought remaining in her brain apart from how good it felt to be humping against them, then she might’ve actually been able to find something witty to say. Any other time, she would’ve at least tried to tease them for a question that would inevitably result in praise; in that moment, though, she couldn’t help but nod sincerely, pupils blown, lips parted. “I meant it.” Marie promised. “Think you’ve never looked prettier than right now, actually.” Her hands helped to prove her point, softly escaping their grasp before her warm palms moved up to cup their tits, groping just like she liked, because it was the only reference point she had. At least, until now. The look on her face was filled with filthy appreciation and something more. Something gentler, purer. Gratitude, truly. Because she knew it hadn’t been easy for them to bare their soul for her, to look at their fears right in the face, and to decide to put them aside tonight. “God, you have no idea how hot you are,” she mused. Except, they probably did know. It was hard not to tell the effect they were having on her when she wore her emotions on her sleeve. And because both of them had already been so determinedly, and sometimes painfully, loyal to their honesty policy that night, Marie decided to let them in on another detail about her. One that could explain the nervousness in her gaze that mixed with the thrill and anticipation. “I’ve never done this before.” She dared to move her palms down their body then, exploring and unhurried. “Not just with you, obviously.” She stared up at them once her fingers found the waistline of their pants, her cheeks burning as she sneaked one hand under it. Brown eyes flashed with greediness as she cupped them over their underwear, feeling them wet and heated, but not yet daring to move further, not without them telling her to. “I mean, ever.” She’d wanted to, of course. She thought about it and touched herself, wondering what it would be like. But it was all uncharted territory she was dying to know. “Which means, after all, that it was probably for the best that we waited a bit—because I think I could come just by grinding against you like this, and I know your ego would have been too big to fit inside the room if I’d done that the first time.”

[onhowtobecrazy]

I don’t know why I didn’t post that picture before, probably the shock of it actually happening and the time it took me to take it in… and I don’t know why I’m posting it now, except that it’s been a year, my birthday just passed, and I’m the moppiest ever around that time.

So here they are, our space parents. Thank you to these beautiful people for their incredible work on the show, and for their kindness and care towards their fans, their dedication to those wonderful characters.

[yumihoe]

Housepet

Fandom - Kakeguri.

Pairing - Yandere Yumeko Jabami x Yandere Mary Satome x fem reader.

Summary: As a housepet pet you are required to serve your superiors.

Content warnings- Yandere themes, oral fixation, aged up characters, noncon-rape, Sexual slavery kinda, femdom, abuse of power, the reader gets slapped around/ mentions of the reader getting hurt in the past, degradation, face riding -let me know if I missed anything-mdni.

Word count -1.5k

Your neck was aching, collar heavy around it. The feeling of the leather suffocating, chaffing, and burning like a brand.

A Brand on livestock, A brand on an animal.

You aren't an animal. At least at one point, you hadn't been.

Now you were... what were you?

Yumeko says you're her favorite toy, always so sweet-so kind with her praises, even when she's bringing the belt down on your backside for the tenth time. " Such a good kitty, taking your lashes so well." But mary insist you're a dirty whore, " Why do you insist on babying the little bitch for doing what filthy whores like her are supposed to do"

Even now as Mary wraps another tie around your ankle you can't quite wrap your head around what you are.

Sharp pain from how tight the ties are rings through your wrist and makes you jerk away, earning you a hard slap to the face.

" Hold fucking still waste." Mary hisses. Yumeko jabs lightly at mary with her elbow " Why are you always so mean to her?" Yumeko sighs, rubbing at your thigh. Her voice sounds sincere, caring even but You know all too well that she's only pretending to care, pretending to scold mary for being rough with you.

" The little shit wouldn't have to get tied down if she hadn't had fucking kicked me last time." Mary snaps, yellow eyes glaring at the brunette.

You hadn't meant to kick Mary, but to be fair you had told her that you couldn't handle another orgasm, Yet she persisted, keeping the vibrator on your clit, sneering about how " little shits like you need to serve your purpose." and " If you know whats fucking good for you you'll come again." Your're tenth-or something orgasm had wrecked through your body, sending spasms and jerks- spasms and jerks that had caused your leg to launch out, smacking Mary in her nose.

You had already been punished, of course, mary had made sure to bruise your ass raw, make sure you could sit regularly for weeks, but she still insisted on tying you down before they went on with their regular routine anyways.

Yumeko busies herself unbuttoning her school blouse and stepping out of her skirt

It's not right, twisted how stunning Yumeko's Body is.

Sick people who keep other human beings tied down in empty classrooms shouldn't be allowed to so....beautiful. Sharp collarbone above perfectly round breast that melt into a sharply defined waist. No matter how much you despised Yumeko Jabami you would never be able to call her ugly. And the fact sickened you.

" Aw, you're drooling, am I that pretty kitten," Yumeko giggles, leaning down to smooth your hair back. " Does my good little kitty want something to plug up that sweet little mouth?"

Your stomach tightens knowing exactly what it is she's hinting at. "Open wide for me kitty." Yumeko coos, pushing two of her digits inside your mouth. You know better than to bite down on her fingers, the first and last time you had, mary broke one of yours, and you hadn't been able to bend it correctly for months. So you let the long, slender digits slide past your lips and suck, to avoid punishment.

Mary snorts as she fastens the last tie on your ankle, sitting up. "Ts really fucking gross how you stick your fingers in the little shits mouth like that, how the fuck do you get off on that?" She sneers Yumeko just smiles, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex. "If that little fuckface pukes, I swear to fucking god I'll kill you Yumeko." Mary frowns

" 'Sides, there are better ways to put her mouth to use anyways," she mumbles. Yumeko lets out a boisterous laugh " If you wanted a turn with kitty's mouth, all you needed was to say so." Mary doesn't answer, instead motions for Yumeko to take her fingers out of your mouth, to which Yumeko obliges with a sad whimper, letting her now slimy digits drop from your mouth.

"Now, you'll put that whinny little mouth to good use," Mary smirks, positioning herself to hover over your face. You start up your usual protest, about how you don't want her to ride your face, that you'd rather just eat her out on your stomach to avoid her suffocating you, but your pleading is in vain, Mary lets her legs give out anyway, pushing her cunt directly onto your mouth.

You almost panic at the sudden loss of air, but you know better to try and struggle against her, it only ever results in some form of physical assault. And it's not like you could push her off of you, in your current state. So you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to take a swipe at her folds.

" Aww, you're being so good kitten, you deserve an award." Yumeko sings.

" She's not-Fuck- Not being fucking good, the little fucking shit's just doing what housepets are supposed to do." Mary whimpers out, thighs quivering around your head.

Houspet.

Hearing Her say the word- the title is almost foreign since they often call you anything but. Kitten, Toy, Little shit, but still it's a reminder of what you are now. No longer human, and below any animal. A Housepet. A failed gambler.

It all comes pouring back to you like rain, everything you had been, what you were before.

Master gambler, Highroller extraordinaire. You had been on top of the world, winning game after game and match after match, well on your way to becoming an esteemed member of the student body council. Maybe even president of the student body council until-Until you had lost.

It had all happened so fast, you were so certain- still certain that you should've won that game, that it had been rigged and you deserved a rematch - a recount, anything- yet your cries of foul-play had fallen on death ears. Your status as a high-ranking gambler had been revoked, replaced with that of a disgusting, low-ranking rat.

The transition had been slow, yet persistent. The looks of fear and admiration people once gazed at you with turned to disgust and superiority. Where once people had flocked to be around you they had started to avoid you like the plague.

The last and final declaration of your dehumanization had come in the form of a notice from the student council, a notice stating that if you couldn't repay your debt from losing, you would be demoted to the lowest student ranking at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You had begged, on your knees almost for a second chance, but the president had refused, issuing you a collar.

Yumeko and Mary had cornered you a few days after that, forced you to become their personal little plaything.

"No point in resisting, shitty little housepets like you go missing all the time, no one would look for you." Mary had whispered

Yumeko jerking your thighs further apart pulls you out of your moment of self-realization.

"You're doing so well for Mary kitten, I just can't help but reward you." she beams.

Yumeko's rewards always leave you overstimulated and crying, so you don't feel any relief at the mention of receiving one. Still despite how you tense up, clearly uncomfortable with her rewarding you, Yumeko slots herself between your legs, flicking a vibrator on and pressing it against your clit. The sudden sensation causing your hips to buck up, much to the distaste of Mary.

" Be fucking still" the blonde hisses, " Just fucked up my c-climax."

You don't bother to object or tell mary that Yumeko's the reason you moved so suddenly, you know she won't care either way. "s' fucking close" Mary whimpers grinding down against your tongue harder. Her hips stutter, once, twice, before she's shaking, squirting all over your face. You want to gag, cry out, push her off you, but you know you can't, so you let her ride the rest of her orgasm off on your face, sticky, sweaty thighs clamped around your head.

Mary finishes after what seems like forever, standing up on quivering legs, looking around for her clothes.

" Were gonna be fucking late for our next class, fucking c'mon Yumeko" She sighs.

Yumeko pouts from between your legs, two fingers buried in your swollen cunt. "But I didn't get to finish kittens reward, she's been so good we can't just leave her all pent up like this."

you can almost hear Mary roll her eyes." If I have to fucking drag you outta here by your fucking hair Yume-

"Fine, Fine" Yumeko stands up, cutting her off. She slowly reassembles her uniform, grumbling almost like a child who just had a toy ripped away from her.

"Sides you can come back and finish the little shit off after school" Mary shouts, already halfway out of the door. Yumeko smiles down out you, winking before following her friend into the hall.

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Long after they've left you find yourself sobbing, wishing they had untied you before going back to class.

A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize you're not crying about being tied up because the position you're in is uncomfortable or even because you might have been able to find a way out if they had let you free of the ties.

You're crying because You wished they had let you go before leaving so you could stuff a finger into your aching cunt.

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I really want Yumeko and mary to bully me. 😪

Anyways, as usual, if you enjoyed this don't be afraid to reblog!

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (7)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: none (other than blaise being jealous)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: my workplace is under construction and i'm stressed bc i have to work around all the rubbish and it makes me stay longer when i wanna come home and write 😭 anyways, this is unedited so i'll come back to it after i clock off tonight

(gif cred)

Being friends with you was kind of weird. Draco couldn't really tell you about his day because it consisted of magic nearly the entire time. He’s also at work for almost the entire week, so he wasn't really at home much.

Except for now. Draco finally had twelve days off to spend with his best mates. He had been so caught up with the chaos that surrounded him at work that he wasn't able to plan any sightseeing activities to do with them, so he just let them pick whatever it was they wanted to do.

“I could always ask Y/N what to do,” Blaise suggested. Yes, Draco hadn't forgotten the small fling between you and his best mate. Blaise would go over to your house at least three nights a week while Draco stayed overnight at Santa Marie's. Theo didn't mind being by himself and was grateful that the guest bedroom was farthest from your bedroom window. Draco was also grateful that he chose to go on nights he wasn't home; he didn't need to hear you two throughout the night.

Now that a hatchet was somewhat buried, Draco thought that asking you was a good idea. He nodded his head and headed for the door. Blaise also got up, but the both of them stopped when their hands nearly collided on the door knob. “Oh, did you want to ask her?” Blaise questioned.

“Uh… no you go. She's your…” Draco paused, “You go ahead.” Blaise gave him a weird look before walking out the door and headed to your house. Theo watched the whole thing and waited to start laughing at Draco. He glared at Nott and spat out, “What are you laughing at?”

“What was that?” Theo held his stomach as he caught his breath. “Did you want to talk to her?” Draco didn't appreciate whatever his friend was trying to say. It's just a bloody question. He sat down on the couch and picked up the Daily Prophet from Theo’s hands. He wasn't surprised to find Harry Potter in it, a column about his recent marriage with Weasley’s sister. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten married sooner.

“Do you think it's weird that Blaise is dating a muggle?” Theo asked. His face was neutral, but his tone was suggestive. Draco internalized the question. On one hand, it didn't really disturb him all that much. He was confused as to whether or not you were his girlfriend, but Blaise doesn't really talk about you too much. On another hand, he knew Blaise and even though you annoyed him – or did you? – he always took pity on any girl that mixed with Blaise. Draco didn't know what Blaise would do, but it was enough to get anyone on their knees for him in more ways than one.

“I don’t care who or what he dates,” Draco stated. Theo went to minding his business, until something caught his attention from outside. “Oh Salazar, what is he doing?” Theo’s voice was filled with amusement. Draco turned from his sitting position and saw what was happening.

Blaise was fully making out with you right on your porch. Out where anyone could watch. One of his hands were tangled in your hair while the other one was resting gently on your waist. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders and it looked as if you were on your toes just to reach up to his height. The kiss was slow and sensual.

It was exactly what Draco needed to see. Because from that, he felt nothing at all. Just a gross feeling that he was potentially invading someone's privacy. Sure, they were outside but it still felt weird. Draco wasn't one to enjoy public displays of affection.

“Wow, he’s really milking it out. You reckon he asked her about sight-seeing?” Theo kept observing them from the window. Draco hit his head with the newspaper rolled up. Theo laughed and turned to look at the blond man next to him. “How come you’re not with anyone?”

“With where I work, do you honestly think I have time to find someone?” Draco sassed as he continued reading. Dating was the last thing on his mind. He was too focused on work to even flirt with another woman. Pansy was the last person Draco had ever dated. He was meant to be betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, but Draco declined and started his path to becoming a healer. He also didn't want to be in a marriage knowing he couldn't genuinely love her.

Moving to America, he never found anyone interesting. Ashley was nice but not only was she already married, she was married to a woman. Other women in the department, or hospital as a whole, took an initial liking to Draco, but he figured it was solely due to the fact that he’s a foreign British man with an accent. After a month of women flirting with him, it died down almost completely and everyone treated him as normal which pretty much confirmed it to him. Would Draco like to date someone? Absolutely. But right now, he was perfectly happy being by himself.

Theo knew Draco enough to know when he was fibbing and this wasn't one of those times. He was glad to see Draco be okay with himself after all this time. He remembers the constant need of validation during their days at Hogwarts. And it was because of a certain wizard who Draco was always competing with. Now as for Theo, he had been out of the dating scene for a while and he was nearly desperate to get laid.

He dropped the topic and got up to take a short nap in the guest room. A few moments later, Blaise was knocking on the door. Draco got up to open it and was caught by surprise to see you standing behind Blaise. You looked like you weren't really sure what you were doing there either. “Mate,” Blaise started off, “what if we brought her along with us?”

You blinked at the tall man standing in front of you and then looked at Draco who had the same facial expression. “Who else better to show us around than someone who actually lives here?” Blaise suggested. It made sense; you would know your way around and Draco could save himself the trouble of not only Blaise and Theo being lost, but also Draco also getting lost. He still had a hard time with some of the streets. One-way streets, round-a-bouts, and bike lanes were still new to him. And you once mentioned how Manhattan was worse than the streets here in Buffalo, so how would he deal with that?

You stood unusually quiet. Blaise had only just asked you to tag along with them and before you could even process the question, you were being dragged to Draco’s house. “I don’t know, I don't want to intrude on–”

“Nonsense, you’d be our guide. I highly doubt Draco knows where he’s going,” Blaise assured. He got a stern ‘Hey’ from the blond but ignored it. “What do you say? Come with us?” You looked back and forth from the both of them and settled on Draco, your eyes asking him if he would even want you there. He shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to you.

“Uh, sure. I’d just have to fix my schedule and–” you started before Blaise cut you off, “Great! We leave tomorrow at seven in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and walked inside. Draco stood at the door and was still confused as to what just happened. You started to walk away before Draco asked you, “Should we take my car?” You turned around and thought about it. “If you want.”

Draco preferred it, so he just agreed to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smiled sheepishly and raised your hand to say 'bye’. Tomorrow was surely going to be… something.

—

You were hoping to be able to rest your head on Blaise’s shoulder for the ride to the airport. But here you were, in Draco’s car with the largest cup of coffee that was barely keeping you awake as you drove there. You were glad that Draco had common sense to book two flight tickets for everyone to go there because there was so way in hell you were going to drive six hours to Manhattan and another six back.

Theo, however, was resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder as he snored away during the short ride. Blaise tried to shove him off, but it turned out that the sleepy friend was heavier than he looked. It was funny, really. Draco sat in the passenger seat next to you on his phone trying to read out directions. You insisted you didn't need them, but he said they were more for himself when they come back home.

Once on the plane, you finally got some shut eye. You stayed up all night thinking about what to do for the day. Where to go, what to eat, what to see. And other things kept you up, but that's besides the point. During the security check, you had to hold your laughter. It was hilarious to watch the three men be so confused as to what was going on. They acted like it was their first time in an airport.

The seats you had were nice and surely expensive. Draco insisted that you didn't have to pay him back. Must be nice being rich you thought. Blaise looked at you and poked your nose, “Is someone sleepy?” You glared at him before laying back into your seat, “Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night, I wouldn't be tired.” You didn't know how the man could have this much energy in the morning.

The hour went by quick and you were in Manhattan by ten in the morning. You suggested a local diner that was near the airport which they all agreed to since they didn't know their way around. At the diner, Blaise and Theo had made a dash for the restroom. You laughed at the view of Theo pushing Blaise behind him and Blaise glaring at him as he smacked the back of his head.

“I swear, they’re still childish gits,” Draco groaned. “26 years old and they still don't grow up.” You nudged his arm from across the table. “Leave them be. They’re still young, and so are you. Let loose, we’re in New York City after all. Can’t be brooding the whole time.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the menu that was under the glass on the table.

A waitress came up to your table with a small clipboard and notepad. “Are you two ready to order?” she asked sweetly. “Not yet, we’re waiting on two people to come back,” you answered. “Oh that’s cute, is this a double date?”

Without hesitation, you and Draco stated at the same time, “We’re not together.” The waitress looked between the two of you and just nodded. “I’ll be back, then.” The both of you hadn’t said a word when she left and patiently waited for his friends to come back. Shortly after, they did. Blaise took the spot in the booth next to you and Theo next to Draco.

“Alright, what do you suggest I get?” Blaise asked you. He had his body slightly facing yours and an arm over the top of the seat around you. He hadn't bothered to look on the menu and just focused on your features. “Depends, what do you like?”

“Anything,” he lowered his voice and was close to your ear. The breath tickled your ear which made you giggle. “Okay, we get it. You two are cute. Now keep it down, I’d like to be able to digest this food,” Theo’s nose crinkled as he complained. You still didn't know Theo all that much. This morning, he walked like a zombie and he probably just became fully awake, so to see his best friend making kissy faces at you before his first meal wasn't an ideal way to start the day. Draco chuckled in his seat as he was still figuring out what to order.

“I have to make a quick call,” you announced before pulling out your phone and called one of your employees, “Were you able to open fine on your own? Okay, call me if anything happens. Okay, bye.” The waitress came back and took down the order after she set a pot of coffee for the four of you.

Theo was the first to say something, “So, Y/N is it?” You nodded in response as you took a sip from your mug. “What is it that you do in your free time? Other than Blaise, of course.” He had a smug smile watching as you blushed. Two seconds later, the table shook and Theo groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to you, both Blaise and Draco had kicked Theo in his shins.

“Stupid git,” Draco said under his breath. Theo glared at his friends as he rubbed his legs. You cleared your throat and started to speak before Blaise stopped you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay, he was just joking,” you defended. “No he wasn't,” Draco added. You ignored him and looked at Theo, “What do you want to know?”

He had your full attention and ignored the looks from his friends, “What do you do for a living? What’s your work like?”

“Well, I uhh,” you started, “I own a store downtown. I’m there almost everyday.”

“What kind of store is it?” Theo asked as he leaned over the table closer to you. “What do you sell?”

“Candles,” for the second time that day, you and Draco synchronized. “Yeah, I sell candles and little… knick knacks,” you still hadn't opened up to Draco or Blaise for that matter about your Wiccan activities. So to say that you sold sage bundles, specially made oils and healing crystals would raise questions you weren't ready to answer now.

“Draco, have you ever been to the place? What is it called, by the way?” Theo kept on. Blaise was certainly not kidding when he said that Theo loved to talk. “No, I haven't,” Draco answered. “It’s called Soul Beads, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, that’s the name.” The food was brought on a large tray. Blaise handed your plate to you and you grabbed your fork to dig in. He was eating slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something. “Hey, you okay?” you whispered to him, Draco and Theo having their own conversation. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, love,” Blaise continued eating at a faster pace now. You looked around the men that surrounded you and smiled. Today’s gonna be fun.

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The day went… weird. Blaise tried to have as much fun as possible but something was bothering him. Was it Theo talking his head off the entire time? No, I’m used to that. Was it his legs tired after walking almost all day? No, not that. Was it how even though you held his hands the whole time and gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or lips, you had gone the entire day talking to Draco and shared a couple laughs with him? Absolutely.

Jealousy was always an ugly emotion to Blaise. It annoyed him during his time at Hogwarts, and it annoys him now. The way girls would ask him if he was messing around with other girls and he’d always say the same thing. “How could I when you’re the most beautiful girl in these halls?” They’d all swoon over it. And by the looks of it, you swooned over his every word as well. But the looks you gave him were different from the ones you gave Draco.

From all the letters he had gotten from Draco, Blaise knew how much he hated you. No, loathed. But after the two of you decided to make nice, it was like you had been friends since day one. Draco may have even looked comfortable talking to you. And it bothered Blaise. His time with you may have been short, but today made him realize something.

Blaise is nowhere near being in love, he knew that much. But he knew that he didn't want to be messing around anymore. He wants to have an actual relationship, and right now, he wanted it with you. Blaise was confused by it all. He should be happy that his best friend and a girl he likes gets along. It would make it all that much easier.

But something about the two of you was odd today.

Maybe there was a look that lasted too long. Or a tone that came out differently. Or maybe… no. Blaise knew what it was. He just wants to have that same friendship with you. Blaise still didn't know that much about you. He didn't even know you had your own store until that morning. And to hear that his friend who supposedly hates you even knows not only the name of the store, but what you sell, hit something in him.

So, he was going to change that. Because for the most part, you were pretty interesting. He knew you were a Wiccan and as much as he doesn't really care to know what it was all about – considering he can just do any magic with a flick of a wand – he’d at least know you a little better.

Momentarily, as he was deep in thought, Theo’s annoying voice popped in his head. Hey, at least you know her in a way Malfoy won’t. He mentally cringed at it for a second before he thought Wait. I do. It was a start, not one that someone usually prefers, but it was better than nothing.

You sat beside him on the ride back home and had a smile on your lips while you rested on him. Draco was driving and Theo wanted to raise the volume of the music but his hand was slapped away. “She’s sleeping, idiot.” Draco scolded.

“Merlin, look at this,” Theo looked at Blaise as he pointed to Draco’s face. “Malfoy caring for a muggle? I’ve seen everything now.”

“M-muggle?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. The three Slytherin’s had wide eyes, Blaise cursing Theo with his eyes. “I've heard,” you let out another yawn, “Draco say that before.”

Merlin, how many times have these actually talked? Blaise thought. “I-it’s just slang from London,” he tried to cover up. You nodded your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to sleep.

Once everyone was home, Blaise walked you to your door. “I had fun today, did you?” Blaise gave his most convincing smile, “Yeah, I did.”

You said ‘Good night’ and almost closed the door when he stopped you. “Is it alright that I stay with you tonight?”

“I'm kind of tired, maybe tomorrow–”

“No, not for that,” Blaise chuckled at your insinuation. You looked slightly surprised. And it made sense considering that's almost all he came over for. Nonetheless, you let him into your home. Blaise stayed true to his words and just laid beside you in bed until the two went to sleep.

In his own bedroom, Draco smiled as he thought about the fun day he had. Maybe being friends with you wasn't so bad. He went to his kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed there was one person missing. “Where's Blaise?”

“I think he's staying at Y/N’s,” Theo stated. Inside, Draco felt an unusual pang in his chest. He let it go and went to bed. Hopelessly trying to get out of his head whatever you two were up to.

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[whyyoudothistomecavill]

Don't - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! This is my first time writing fanfiction. Chapter one is an introduction to the kind of relationship the characters have and, in future chapters I will fill in the gaps left in this part.

But first, let's see how this one goes.

Feedback is greatly appreciated.

I took the name from a song written by Jewel. Go and listen to it. Trust me, after the first verse, THAT person will pop in your head. Never fails.

Before we jump in, there's a few people I need to thank:

@littlefreya for helping me with the editing since I don't have a beta yet, for encouraging me knowing what a big deal this is for me, and for all the things you already know. I'll always be in your debt.

@mary-ann84 for making me feel welcome since day one and putting up with me and my annoying questions at any time of day. Girl, you deserve an award for patience.

@radaofrivia for taking the time to read my ramblings and giving me the reassurance I needed. For showing up out of nowhere when I was almost defeated by my lack of tumblr comprehension and explained everything to me with the patience of a kindergarten teacher. Greek god Henry sent you my way, I have no doubt.

There aren't words enough to express how big of an inspiration all of you are to me. To be able to call you my friends, fills my heart with extreme joy and gratitude. So again THANK YOU.

I took the liberty to tag some people, to some I asked for their permission, to others I didn't, so if this bothers you in any way, just message me and I'll fix it, there's absolutely no obligation and I won't be offended.

With that being said, let's get to the point.

Title: Don't

Pairing: Henry x female reader.

Word count: 1682

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and if you squint your eyes you might find a bit of smut.

Summary: Henry and reader are a couple living together for 1 year. Reader have struggled with self esteem issues and insecurities her whole life and when she met Henry, she thought she had left all that in the past, but certain events made her realize that her soul is far from being healed.

Disclaimer: This is an original work of fiction written by me. Please don't post it anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs here are welcomed of course. Thank you.

"Are you ok, darling?"

"Yes, honey"

"Are you sure? You don't seem ok"

"I'm ok, Hen," you smiled, "I'm just tired. I wanna get home, have a shower and then go to bed"

He didn't seem convinced but he didn't ask again. The rest of the ride home was silent, you looked out the window and prayed for the strength to act like everything was normal, while he concentrated on the road and hummed along to the radio.

But you knew better. You knew that this man, the most gorgeous man on earth, the man you called your boyfriend, the man every woman (and a lot of men too), thirsted for, was also the smartest, the most affectionate and that he paid attention to every single thing, especially you. He could notice the smallest change in your demeanor, he could tell when something was wrong and this time was no difference. He was just giving you time to process whatever it was upsetting you before you could talk to him, but in no way was he buying the "just tired" bs. And you knew it.

You entered the house and discarded your shoes and purse. Henry was taking Kal out of the car and into the house when you said "I'm gonna take a shower," and quickly rushed upstairs without waiting for an answer, you needed to be alone so desperately.

You got into the bathroom and took your clothes off without even glancing in the mirror, you didn't want to see anybody, much less yourself.

The hot water was bliss to your sore muscles, too bad it didn't make a difference to the pain in your heart. You rested your forehead into the tiled wall and felt the water gently massaging your back and legs. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the bathroom door being open. Henry was already behind you, his strong hands caressing your back as light as a feather and his mouth on your ear, "may I join you?"

You turned around and looked at him, at those eyes bluer than the sky itself, at those curls that did things to you just by looking at them, and that smile, the most perfect and genuine smile you had ever seen, it was literally impossible not to smile back at him, it was contagious.

He didn't wait for an answer, he lowered himself to put his arms around your waist as you put yours around his neck and kissed you deeply and tenderly. You knew he did that so you wouldn't have to be on your tiptoes to kiss him, he was so damn considerate and perfect it infuriated you sometimes.

So you closed your eyes and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, he sensed the heat in your kiss and grabbing your behind, lifted you up still kissing you, putting your back against the wall. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him and he broke the kiss to look at you, his hair was tousled all over from the water and your hands. His lips were swollen from the kissing and his eyes were dark with lust but also full of love. Oh,so much love.

"What do you want?" He said, "Tell me. What do you need? I'm here, I'm yours".

Something inside of you broke, it was too much. "I want you, Henry. I need you. Now. Inside of me. Please".

He didn't wait for you to ask again, maneuvering you as if you weighed nothing, he made you descend on his length without breaking eye contact, until you were completely full of him. He started to move, slowly and leisurely making you moan and clung to him for dear life.

He didn't know about the battle that was going on inside you. You wanted him to crawl within you and fill the emptiness eating your soul, you wanted to hold him and never let go, you wanted to stop time. Or maybe go back in time, or just disappear. But for the time being you were just grateful for the water running over both of you, not letting Henry notice that your tears were running as well.

Even if you were shattered inside, your body would always succumb to him, there was no point in resisting, and as he kept moving in and out of you, whispering sweet nonsenses in your ear, the orgasm hit you like a thunder lightning crying out his name, his release following moments later triggered by your loud moans.

He held you still between him and the wall while you both recovered your breath, filling your neck with open mouthed kisses.

He lowered you and you held him tightly, putting your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. It always soothed you. You both stayed that way under the shower in silence, until you started to feel the boiling inside you rising again. "I'm gonna get the towels" you said, "I got it" said he and with a swift move of his long arms, he reached for the towels and started drying you, hair first, then your body, slowly, caressing every inch of it and leaving light kisses everywhere his hands would pass.

He was kneeling in front of you, drying your legs and slowly going up, your eyes were fixated on him and his movements, not saying a word. He looked up, saw you staring, and reaching up, caressed your face so softly it made you lean your head in his hand, closing your eyes. It was like time stopped and you were there alone just savoring that moment, keeping it in your memory forever and you couldn't help the single tear rolling down your cheek into his hand...

When you opened your eyes, you saw the look of concern on his face, "What is it baby? What's wrong?"

You needed to make a choice, so you chose the truth. At least the one truth that wouldn't hurt him: "I love you so much".

"And that makes you cry?"

You chuckled a little, "No, I sometimes get overwhelmed by all these feelings, I'm sorry for being so sensitive" you said, wiping your eyes and smiling through tears.

He stood up and crashed your lips with his, taking you by surprise and lifting you up, carrying you like a bride to your bed.

He got in too, cuddling you from behind and you intended to get up to find one of his t-shirts, your go-to pajamas since day one with him, but he stopped you with his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, your back on his chest, your naked bodies molding perfectly together under the sheets.

You clutched his hand in yours, closed your eyes and tried to ease your racing heart.

His voice took you back to reality:

"Look at me, love"

You turned around in his arms just enough to look him in the eyes, and it surprised you to see, his were a little watery too.

"I love you" he whispered. "I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone. You have brought to my life the hope that my tired heart believed was lost. I want to spend every minute of every day with you and when my work keeps us apart, I can't wait to share with you every detail of my day. You know sometimes..." he paused, smiling and looking away, "sometimes I have to tell myself *get it together Cavill! You're a grown man acting like a teenager*, but that's what you do to me" he said looking at you again and caressing your lips with his thumb, "You're my fuel, my reason, you're my last thought when I go to sleep and my first one when I wake up, and I'm so grateful to have you that sometimes I'm scared to think that I don't express it enough for you to actually get a glimpse of how happy you make me. That's why I might seem a little clingy around you... I love you and I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, that I'm always here for you, it doesn't matter if I'm working or doing anything else, you are my priority, ok?"

You were a crying mess by now and watching his red eyes trying so hard not to cry, wasn't helping.

"Ok?" he said again, clearly demanding an answer from you.

But your words wouldn't come out. How? How could you tell him? How on earth was he supposed to imagine that he had chosen the worst possible moment to tell you this?

So again you settled for the truth, the only indisputable truth you could give him, and nodding you took his face in your hands and kissed him, pulling him on top of you.

He engulfed you in his arms and broke the kiss to breathe, you covered his face with light kisses tasting the salt of his tears which only added more sorrow to your battered soul.

"Make love to me," you said against his lips. He looked at you through hooded eyes and went for the spot on your neck he knew drove you crazy.

This was the truth. The fact that when you were together you couldn't tell where each of you ended and the other began. The absolute certainty of loving him with every fiber of your being, knowing you could never love anyone else this much, not even in a thousand lives. You never hid it. It was impossible to...

A few hours later, you were watching him peacefully asleep, his features even more beautiful in the dim morning light. You carefully kissed him and placed your head on his chest, he held you tighter against him and said something that sounded like "I love you". "I love you too" you said, granting him again the truth you couldn't deny.

The unspoken truth however, the one he was about to learn, was that in fact, the one you didn't love... was yourself.

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[maximumninjavoid]

Mining for Unobtanium ch 35

because, umm. I just can't leave it alone.

what the frak is WRONG with me?????

"WHAT???" Oh. Well. That's not at all the response I was expecting. I try the door handle. It gives and I cross the threshold.  He's sitting on a Nepalese loveseat, which on him looks like a chair. He's staring out the open terrace doors, and the view of the Himalayas is superb. I can see the back of his head, the tension in his shoulders, the slightly shaggy hair. I put my bag down, toe off my shoes and pad across the tile. I come up behind him, run my arms down his shoulders to his chest and press my lips to his temple.

" Darling boy. How may I be of assistance? " He doesn't speak. It seems like a while that I just stand there, pressing myself against the back of him. Maybe it's twenty minutes. Maybe it's an hour. Little by little I try to move my arms in an attempt to do something with the rock collection in his trapezius muscles. He reaches up and grabs my wrists. "Don't. Please?" I say nothing. I shift my weight and try to rebalance. I guess he doesn't want to see me? And yet in some way my being there is some kind of a balm.... Watching the play of light on the curtains and the floor tile gives me  some way to mark time, and I remind him that he needs to eat. "I can fix you something, or have something brought up. Either way, I need water. And I really do need the bathroom. When I get back, I'd be more than happy to continue holding you. I will do my best to be the big spoon. But maybe if I drag that day bed over here, you might be more comfortable if you stretched out. You don't have to speak. Or even look at me. But I WILL do my damndest to take care of you." I phoned the desk, ordered food and beverages,went to the bathroom, peed,  splashed water  on my face, tried to unlock my knees, and then set about rearranging the furniture in the lounge of the suite. He didn't move. I snuck a few glances in and he looked a little drawn. Still huge, right, massive.....but the sparkle wasn't there. Now usually, my go to is humor. Always with the jokes. Ganesha was watching over me and wrapped his trunk around my throat and covered my mouth. I said nothing. Fortunately that NDA was still in effect. No one who knew !e would have believed it anyway. Me. Keeping my mouth shut? Surely a sign of the end times. I crossed in front of him and took his hand. I couldn't make him get up, but maybe I could coax him, convince him. He stood, and I kneeled to remove his shoes. The pleats in my sarong stayed put and the sleeveless blouse in the highlighting color accented the weave well. I rose and started removing his shirt. The buttons almost sighed with relief as their work day ended, and I guided him toward the day bed, still not making eye contact. I reached into my Mary Poppins bag and felt around for the almond sandalwood oil. Once the miserable behemoth was laying down, head towards the mountains I hitched up my silks, and straddled his waist. Not putting any weight on him, I warmed the oil in my hands and went to work on his lower back. I kneaded and tried to work out the tension, adding more almond oil as I went. Eventually, I had to pick a side and I knelt to one side and worked as best I could on that side and then moved over to the other side, saying nothing. When he was ready, he'd speak. Or, he wouldn't.

I got out of my blouse, unwrapped the sarong and laid down next to him. Yeah, I kind of had gone bamboo. It was easier. Less to pack, less to travel with, so much less to HAVE. I didn't need much, really and it was nice, not being held prisoner by my things. I laid down next to him and put an arm across that expanse of shoulder and threw a leg over his hip. I was *trying* to be the big spoon. The knock at the door came and I wrapped my self back up enough to be presentable, and took the food inside, thanking them profusely for being so accommodating. I fixed a plate for him and gathered utensils and a napkin and some seasoning, set it down at the other edge of the day bed, and nudged him.

" Come on Hero, you have to eat. Don't want all that hard work to turn into pudding, do you?" I swear, it sounded like he growled. "Oh pre-verbal, are we? You forget I'm a trained clinician. Don't want to use your words? Not a problem. Now, you will eat, or I will start making airplane noises like one does with recalcitrant children, and I am certain you don't want that......". His head lifted, one eyebrow raised. Slowly he lifted himself up on his elbows and began to eat.

"I'm still really cross with you" he said between bites. " I know" I said. "And I am sorry. Acceptance is..." "Goddamit! If you quote page 417 of that effing book.." "You've read it? " He glared at me.

Like I was an idiot or something.

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[katedrakeohd]

Cordonia 1885

[Masterlist]

Previously on Cordonia 1885 - After being rescued from the bloody prison of his hotel room, Drake has been taken to the safe haven of Mary's family home.

But how safe is he really?

Cast of Cordonian characters: Drake Walker, Bastien Lykel and Bloody Mary (OC)

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Series Notes / Warnings :

Major character death, blood, vampirism, graphic descriptions of corpses, angst, swearing, content of a sexual nature, animal death. -

(sorry folks this isn't a romantic comedy)

Word count: 2080

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- Chapter Four -

The stair treads creak under their feet as they go up. The smell of decay is thicker up here, and it makes Drake's eyes water. He was starting to suspect that there was a dead body, or bodies in the house. At the top of the stairs there are four doors, all ajar except for one.

Drake covers his mouth and nose with his bent elbow, muffling his voice.

“M – Mary? Seriously don't you smell that? Is there something or someone dead in this house? You said that your father died, but what happened to your mother?”

Mary doesn't answer at first and just leads Drake to a bedroom at the end of the hall, “Mother and I exchanged letters monthly while I was working for the Beaumonts, but two months ago her letters stopped. She had mentioned an illness, and doctor visits.”

“Were you able to come see her before she..passed?”

“Just once, and she had become so sick that she had taken to her bed to await her end.”

“Is she still here?”

“N..no,” she lied.

Before Drake can respond, Mary grabs him by the elbow and pulls him into her father's room.

The bedroom contains a large wooden bed, wash stand with basin and mirror, and a dresser. In the corner a coat rack is wearing a wool overcoat similar to Drake's. A pair of men's leather shoes sit on the floor at the base of the rack. A bar of shaving soap and a straight razor sit next to the wash basin. Mary lights the candles on the dresser, near the wash stand, as well as one on the windowsill.

Drake sits on the end of the bed and watches her prepare the room. She opens dresser drawers and shows him the contents, “Father was a tall man, but not too tall, and wasn't an overeater. His clothes should fit you.”

Drake looks around the room again, appreciating how neatly it's been kept. Mary takes off Drake's wool coat and hangs it on the rack next to her Father's. When she walks back over to stand in front of him, he notices the smeared dark stains on her undergarments for the first time. But none of the bloody areas were fresh, or spreading, so her clothes weren't hiding any wounds.

He looks down at the blood on his own hands, and clothing. “The blood all over the hotel mattress wasn't yours was it?”

Mary shakes her head slowly and steps over closer to unbutton his shirt. “Definitely not mine.”

Her fingers feel cool against his skin as she slides the shirt down off of his shoulders, letting it fall down his arms and pool around his waist.

“But..but I didn't find any cuts on me either.” He says nervously, as she unbuttons his trousers.

Mary puts her hand on his neck and brushes her thumb across the itchy welt below his ear, making him shiver and his skin pimple with goosebumps.

She leans in and kisses his mouth, continuing to rub gently at the spot on his neck. When he leans forward to kiss her back, she pulls back and then shifts her mouth to his ear, whispering, “I didn't cut you Drake. I bit you.”

Drake recoils at her cool breath on his skin, scrambling backward on the bed, his arms tangling in the sleeves of his shirt as it gets trapped beneath him.

“Y- you bit me? Hard enough to make me bleed!?”

Mary unties the ribbons at the bodice of her undershirt and then slides down the waistband of her underpants, letting her clothes drop to the floor. Drake watches her climb naked onto the bed after him, her eyes looking darker than they did before. But it's not passion he sees, but a hunger of a different kind. The mark on his neck starts to tingle and the itching in his groin flares to life when he sees her lick her lips.

Mary straddles his lap, and traps his forearms by his sides. Drake is shocked at how incredibly strong she is for someone so slightly built. He looks up at her with panic in his eyes as her lips spread into a sharp toothed smile. He sucks in a breath and his mouth drops open.

“Sssh, screaming won't help you one bit. There's nobody to hear you.”

“But..but..Bas..Bastien?” he stammers, twisting his shoulders up off the bed and trying to break free. “What in the hell are you?”

Mary releases his arms and strokes her fingers down the sides of his neck and along the contours of his shoulders and chest, smiling at the way he tries to swallow down his mixture of fear and desire. His eyes travel down her naked body, and he tries to wet his lips though his mouth has gone dry.

Mary tips her head back and laughs, “We're vampires, Drake.”

“You struggled too much the first time I bit your neck and it made me waste so much of your blood. And when I bit you here,” Mary rocks her hips against his groin, causing Drake to gasp at his body’s response. “You liked it so much you wouldn't stay still so I could finish what I started. You have a remarkable tolerance for alcohol, and I was expecting you to be more drunk while I fed from you.”

Drake is speechless as he struggled to understand what he was being told. His attempts to buck her off are halted by the viselike clamp of her thighs. She shakes her head and clucks her tongue to scold him.

“Struggling is just going to bruise your beautiful skin and exhaust you, and I want you to be awake for this.”

“Awake..for w-what?” he protests, as she leans forward and covers his body with hers.

“We want to make you one of us.” she purrs seductively, as she nuzzles his ear.

Laying chest to chest, Mary can feel his heart thumping against his ribs.

“Try to relax, Drake. Pretend we're just lovers cuddling after sex,” she whispers, turning his head to the side to expose his neck.

“I..I can't move. And this hardly feels like cuddling.” Drake whimpers as he feels her tongue touch his skin.

Close your eyes, and try to calm down. The faster your heart beats, the quicker you'll bleed out. I just want another taste of you. You're so damn delicious.

Drake blinks rapidly in surprise when he hears her soothing voice in his head. “How..how do you do that?” he whispers.

It's one of my gifts, now sssh. Just listen to the sound of my voice and relax a little. The hammering of your heart is deafening. Just breathe, and you might even enjoy this.

“Enjoy..wh- ,” but his words are cut off when he feels the pinch of her fangs and the suction of her lips against his skin.

Mmm, so delicious. Just breathe and relax. I want you docile, not dead.

Drake feels an overwhelming dizziness and fatigue numb his senses and limbs. It was like being heavily intoxicated and mildly aroused at the same time. When he tries to open his eyes he can't.

A sensuous moan resonates out of Mary's throat and Drake is transported back to a few hours ago and their romp in the hotel room. As he slips into unconsciousness he recalls mental flashes of soft perfumed skin and impossibly red lips being pressed against him. His heart skips and falters in its rhythm and his last thought is Mary..please stop.

“Mary, stop!” Bastien's voice booms out as his tall figure fills the doorway.

Sitting back, Mary wipes at the trickle of blood running down her chin and glares in Bastien's direction for the interruption. When Bastien takes a menacing lunge forward, meaning to grab for her, Mary leaps from Drake's unconscious body and scrambles over to the other side of the bed.

She makes no move to cover herself as she rushes around the corner and tries to push Bastien back out of the room.

He easily sidestepped her attack and spun around to catch her by the wrist before she can regain her balance and strike again.

���Stop it, you fool!” he warns, “I'm stronger than you and can snap you like a twig.”

Mary snarls at him, and tries to claw at his eyes, but he grabs her arm and forces her down onto the floor on her knees. He tightens his grip on her and crisscrosses her wrists up under her throat to subdue her. “I said stop!”

Mary looks up at him with anger and contempt in her eyes, but stops struggling.

“I want him for myself! Show me how to make him mine.” she wails.

Bastien shakes his head, “No, I told you to get him cleaned up and dressed, not to finish him off.”

Mary sags down onto the floor in defeat and Bastien lets her go. She turns away from his disapproving, piercing gaze and looks over to Drake's prone body on the bed.

Bastien grabs the sleep shirt hanging on the back of the bedroom door and tosses it at her. “Cover yourself for Christ's sake! He's still a mortal man and your nakedness is too much of a distraction. You were a decent chamber maid once, now do what I ask. Go prepare him a bath. I'll pick him out some clothes and then revive him, if it's not too late.”

Mary sighs, getting up from the floor and pulling the oversized sleepwear over her head. It was hardly as elegant as her own frilly undergarments, but at least she wouldn't be performing her chore naked.

“Are you forgetting that I was fired because of my poor housemaid skills?”

“No, you were fired because you were a mistress who couldn't keep her mouth shut.” Bastien snaps back, as he pours water from the pitcher into the wash basin. “Now, go. Before I get more angry.”

She turns to give Bastien a dirty look before she leaves, but his attention is already taken by rummaging through her father's dresser for clothing.

Bastien pulls a simple button down cotton shirt, underpants and a pair of wool trousers, along with a set of braces to hold them up. The clothes were in decent condition despite being of lower quality. He had to remind himself that this was the home of a commoner and not to expect a Noble’s finery. He lays out the clothes on the top of the dresser and then sighs with dismay at the horrible state of Drake's shaggy beard and hair. Both were matted with blood and in desperate need of a trim.

Thankfully there's a razor and soap handy because the poor bastard needs a shave.

Grasping Drake's ankles he drags him down to the end of the bed and removes his trousers.

My goodness, he's hairy everywhere it seems.

Balling up his smelly and worn out trousers into a ball he tosses them to the corner. Cocking his head to the side he smirks with disapproval at the bites Mary had made on the inside of his thigh.

Amateur. If her fangs had torn a bigger hole he would have bled out his whole supply in seconds. No wonder the hotel bed was in such a foul mess when we found him.

She had stupidly left fang Mark’s on his penis too. Poor guy must have been in a state of itchy, firey agony.

With a sigh, Bastien tucks his fingers in the junction of Drake's thigh and groin to test for a pulse. He's pleased to detect a faint throb of life under the skin amid the bloody mess of his pubic hair. Oh good, she didn't totally kill him��yet.

Pulling him upright, he relieves Drake of his shirt, and then repositions him on the bed so that he can give him a shave.

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When Mary returns to tell Bastien that the bath was ready, she's pleased to see Drake with a clean face and a handsome moustache on his lip. His hair has also been dampened and combed into place.

“He's starting to look better,” she grins as she appreciates his nakedness. “Do we have to put clothes back on him?”

Bastien sighs, “Yes, Mary. Is the bath ready and the fire stoked?”

Mary nods.

“Good. Now while I carry him downstairs I want you to bring along his clothes.”

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Simulated wind shot past the two sticks as they traveled through the tube supposedly making up the system of internet travel. Cel had his hand tightly clamped in Maris, after being told what could happen if he let go he was desperately hoping he wouldn't lose his grip. He probably should've been used to this feeling by now considering how many times the duo had been through this tube.

However the feeling never failed to make Cel sick to his stomach.

as soon as the feeling was there it was gone as the duo phased through the internet icon and into their newest desktop. 

Mari quickly looked around, keeping their arm outstretched in front of Cel in a protective fashion. First they checked the monitor, relived to find the user wasn't there they began slowly making their way forward and looking around their new environment.

After a quick scan around for any sort of immediate danger Mari suddenly ran off to open the web browser. Cel hung back, still cautiously looking around the desktop and monitor. As his vision was temporarily blocked by the sudden tab Cel began looking closely at the monitor, trying to look for any sign that the user was returning or that they were still in the room. Noticing a pair of legs ontop of the bed of the cluttered room Cel froze, keeping his eyes on them until Mari came over and grabbed his shoulder.

"AH-" Cel gasped turning towards their potential attacker only to see Mari. Cel sighed in relief before throwing a glare at them "Mari, don't sneak up on me like that-" he pouted gently pushing away their hand before going back to staring at the users legs.

"Sorry" Mari shrugged before following Cel's gaze "Oh! Yeah, Don't worry about them Cel, they're probably just asleep or on their phone" Mari reassured, giving Cel a comforting pat on the back before going back to the tab they had just opened.

That...didn't reassure Cel much, however they were forced to trust Mari since this was the only empty computer they had found after scouring the internet all day. And they still hadn't found the answers they were looking for.

Cel, was looking for.

If Cel was being honest he didn't know what Mari was looking for. They seemed more interested in exploring than achieving a certain goal. which was okay in of itself but the concept confused Cel quite a bit.

As Cel thought about it more he absentmindedly made his way into the tab. Not hearing what Mari had suddenly called out Cel yelped in surprise as the floor suddenly moved out from under his feet. Cel continued to yell until the floor quite literally came back up and hit him in the face. His body quickly following in the rough landing Cel groaned as the sound of someone landing beside him sounded out.

"You okay buddy?" Mari chuckled, they had also been in free fall but as they had been expecting the sudden movement their landing had been more graceful. "Sorry about that, I should've given you more warning" they smiled sticking out their hand for Cel to take.

"What happened?" Cel groaned still laying face first on the floor as they recovered from the wind practically getting knocked out of him.

Mari rubbed the back of their neck nervously "I uh...kinda wanted to show you the new trick I learnt whilst you were talking to those two older sticks-" Mari muttered.

"What new trick?" Cel deadpanned now staring Mari in the face, he looked down at Mari's hand and, after a moment of hesitation, he grabbed onto it.

"Oh it's when you type a certain phrase into the google search bar and it does something!" Mari explained as they pulled Cel to his feet. Cel huffed, smiling slightly in exasperation, oh of course they'd do something like that- "What kind of phrase?" He asked mostly so he wouldn't accidentally type it in himself.

Mari opened their mouth to answer Cels question when the sound of something moving caught their attention. They turned, Looking out of the monitor, desperately hoping that the movement was just a pet of some sort.

They were wrong....they were very very wrong.

Somehow the user had managed to get off the bed and sat down at the monitor without Mari noticing. If they were being honest with themselves it was probably because of the spinning. Without a second thought Mari grabbed Cels hand and booked it towards the WiFi icon.

They didn't make it far before Cel was ripped from Maris grasp.

"AH! MARI!!"

Mari had stopped running as soon as Cels hand was no longer in theirs, turning on the balls of their feet, they quickly whipped out their lasso.

Mari knew they user wouldn't be able to hold onto Cel for long, because they'd have to open something in order to properly contain him. So they waited, also knowing that starting a tug o war with a cursor was not the best idea.

As soon as Cel was dropped in order for the user to open what looked like a one of the painting apps Mari threw the rope at him. Managing to get it tied around Cels waist they pulled. The sudden momentum flung Cel into the air, resulting in Cel letting out a startled yelp, but before he could make it to Mari his flight was cut short by the cursor grabbing one of his legs.

"NO!!" Mari grunted, refusing to let go of the rope still tightly wrapped around Cels waist. They knew this was a losing fight, the cursor was just too strong. However they also knew that Cel now had enough room to actually land a hit on the thing.

Cel looked up at Mari, a pleading look in his eyes, before turning back to the cursor gripping tightly onto one of his legs. Realizing what he had to do he began kicking at it. Desperately attempting to pry the thing off of his leg with his heel.

The mini tug of war continued for a few moments more before the user seemingly gave up and let Cel go.

However the cursor quickly made its way over to Mari, hoping to catch them off guard as they were currently trying to pull Cel towards them. After the rope slackened Mari pulled, flinging Cel towards them faster than they could properly catch them at. That wasn't what they were planning however. As soon as the cursor got close Mari back flipped over it, magically freeing Cel from the lassos hold just before he hit the floor as they did so.

Cel rolled across the space under Mari and the cursor and continued rolling for a few moments before stopping just in front of the WiFi icon.

Mari landed and turned around, throwing the lasso at the cursor. Only just managing to catch it in their rope just before it could reach Cel, they began throwing the cursor into every wall they could find.

The loud bangs and crashes caused by this reminded Cel of what had happened to his game so instead of opening the WiFi portal like Mari was expecting him to, he curled up into a shivering ball.

The user desperately tried to shake their cursor out of the ropes grip but with the force of both Maris strength and momentum it's struggles were all in vain.  

Checking up on Cels progress Mari Noticed that he wasn't making a move. Worry edged its way into Maris mind as they remembered the loud thump they had heard when Cel had hit the floor.

Mari quickly threw the cursor into the wall to their duos far left. Rushing over to the icon and ripping in open before the cursor could make its move Mari dragged Cels still shaking body into the portal with them just before the cursor reached them.

A few seconds later both of them were phasing into another computer.

Mari let out a sigh as they laid there for a few moments before bolting up and frantically looking around.

The computer was dark....the room was dark...

Mari let out another sigh of relief, the user had probably fallen asleep before properly shutting the computer off.

Movement caught the corner of their eye and they turned to see Cel slowly pushing himself into a sitting position.

"Cel are you alright?" Mari asked as they quickly shuffled over to Cels side. 

"I...I'm not sure...." Cel muttered not looking Mari in the eye still laying down on the floor, ether way Mari could still clearly see Cel's tears. "Mari...Mari that was terrifying" Cel sobbed before burying his head into his arms and continuing to quietly sob.

Mari watched on, unsure of what to do, when an idea appeared in their brain. Smiling slightly they shuffled over more and tightly wrapped their arms around Cel. As much as they could whilst Cel was still laying on the floor that is. Cel flinched slightly at the sudden contact and looked up at Mari in bewilderment.

A few moments passed before Mari spoke again "Is this helping?"

Cel let out a watery laugh at that “Hold on...” Cel muttered as he pushed himself into a sitting position before wrapping his arms around Maris mid section and burring his face into Mari’s shoulder. “That’s better” Cel muttered relaxing a little bit as Mari readjusted their arms to securely hold Cel close to them.

The duo stayed like that for a while before Cel slowly began to fall asleep.

Mari looked down and watched on as Cels eyes closed and he relaxed even more into the hug. Sleep was...a weird concept to Mari, it defiantly looked like users needed it. With sticks however it seemed to variate, Cel seemed to need it too with the amount of times he had collapsed during a particularly extraneous adventure, like the one they had just had. Where as Mari didn't seem to need it as much, they just, never felt tired. They had first thought it was because they were a stick but after meeting Cel they weren't so sure that was right. Now they guessed it was just how they were coded.

Shrugging the thought off Mari began gently pulling Cel into a more comfortable position inside their arms. After a few moments Mari had managed to pull Cel onto their lap, arms still gently but firmly wrapped around Cels side as his head laid gently on Maris shoulder. Smiling down at their work Mari began looking up out of the monitor. Making sure to keep a close eye out for any sort of movement.

They would search this laptop for information after Cel woke up. Right now however Cel needed to feel safe and Mari was going to do that.

Even if that meant sitting here for the next five hours.

[sincerelymarinette]

A Recorded Life (32/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1758 Chapter Summary: A few days after the release with Jagged Stone, many things have gone back to normal. Well, kind of. Adrien and Marinette have been having a lot more sleepovers and movie/game nights, but they're just friends, right? Hawkmoth says time for another akuma! Author's Note: i have a love/hate relationship with this one. I really wanted to write another akuma battle but it was really hard for some reason, but I like everything else about the chapter. Also, I want to see Marinette and Adrien play Mario Kart.

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Alya, Nino, and Chloé were ecstatic. On Friday, Master Fu had left Miraculous boxes in their rooms for them. Clearly, he agreed it would be beneficial to have the extra backup against Hawkmoth and his newfound persuasiveness. Marinette knew it was hard for Master Fu to let other Kwamis out in the world, but it would really give Marinette and Adrien a hand.

And they had been helping out! Hawkmoth akumatized a kid over the weekend, and it was the perfect chance to give Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee a chance to get back out there. It's safe to say Hawkmoth wasn't expecting it, and he was probably going to up his game with there being more Miraculous holders against him. The team needed to be prepared.

After a week, Adrien and Marinette have been having as many sleepovers as they can get. Adrien keeps telling his father and Nathalie he has projects with her, and he kept calling or texting to say he was staying the night, it was safer than waiting around for a ride home. For some reason, Nathalie didn't argue it.

"They asked me if I know who Rena Rouge and Carapce are," Adrien said as they raced in Mario Kart.

"What did you say?" Marinette asked. "Ha! Blue shell coming for you!" She cheered.

Adrien groaned when he dropped into fifth place. "I told them I had no clue. They and Chloé just showed up the other day, and we've been making do."

"Good idea," Marinette nodded. "We don't need anyone knowing their identities, us and Chloé are enough," She sighed. "Yes!" She jumped up as the screen showed he crossing the finish line in first place. "Told you I play too much Mario Kart."

With a defeated nod, Adrien laughed as Marinette went on to select the next course. "They also kind of mentioned they don't like how much I've been over here? They think it's weird."

"Well, are you going to stop?" Marinette turned her head to look at him.

"No way, I have to beat you at Mario Kart eventually!" He pushed her shoulder. "I told them I was at Nino's helping him catch up on school work."

Marinette chuckled when she selected Rainbow Road. "And they believed it because they don't like Nino and probably think he isn't good at school."

"Naturally," Adrien said. "God, I'm gonna fall off this map like seventeen times in the first lap. Why, Mari?"

Just as Adrien said that, he drove right off the course. He also drove off the course when he heard a crash. "What a shame! An Akuma attack!" Adrien called out. "Guess we can't finish the race."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "We'll be playing later," She said as the turned off the TV and stood up.

"Tikki."

"Plagg."

The two transformed into their superhero selves and saw a flash of light come from a few blocks away. Ladybug opened her yo-yo to call the others, but Rena Rouge and Carapace were already running towards her and Chat Noir, and Queen Bee was coming from behind. "Good, we all heard the crash," Ladybug announced and tucked her yo-yo back onto her waist. "Has anyone seen anything?"

"Not yet," Rena Rouge responded. "Just heard the Akuma come from that way," She pointed behind her. "And Carapace and I figured this is where we would find you."

Queen Bee furrowed her eyebrows. "What? No, the Akuma came from that way," She pointed in the opposite direction.

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other. "Don't tell me there's two," Chat Noir said. "That's not...normal?" He sighed.

"Okay, I guess we have to split up. Carapace, you come with me. The three of you head towards the one Rena Rouge heard," She directed to the group. "Everyone, stay safe."

Ladybug and Carapace took off in the opposite direction. "Two akumas? Has he done that before?" Carapace asked Ladybug.

"Not to start with. We've had it where they can duplicate, but that doesn't normally happen until after a little while," She replied. "I'm not even sure if they're the same Akuma, or two different people."

Ladybug held her yo-yo up to her ear. "Chat, you guys see anything?" She asked.

"Yeah, over by the school. You?" He replied.

"Not yet," Just as she said that, there was a crash right around the corner. "Now we do."

Chat Noir grunted as he jumped out of the way. "All this Akuma has done is throw cars at us and grunt. He hasn't said anything."

"We're just encountering ours. Stay safe," She said and put the yo-yo back on her waist. She nodded to Carapace, and at the same time they began running towards the Akuma. It looked like Stoneheart, but three times his size and a lot more violent. Stoneheart was years ago, why did Hawkmoth decide to create this one now?

Carapace laughed. "The old man must be running out of ideas," He said.

"Maybe we can beat him the same way we did years ago," Ladybug thought out loud. Just as she was about to call her lucky charm, Carapace yelled and grabbed her arm.

"Shell-ter!" He screamed, and a shield popped up around them. "What the hell is happening?" He asked as they stared at the Akuma.

The Akuma seemed to pixelate, and was shrinking down. The Akuma was now a copy of The Puppeteer, but again, three times the original size. "Manon?" Ladybug called out. She looked so different, but that was what she looked like when she was Akumatized.

"I am not Manon!" The Akuma yelled. "I am Copy. And you will give me your Miraculous!" The Akuma demanded. Though they looked like the Puppeteer, they sounded nothing like Manon. The voice was distorted, switching from really deep to really high, and everything in between.

"Well, this should be...interesting," Ladybug signed and called Chat Noir on her yo-yo. "You figure out what your Akuma can do?"

Chat Noir was breathing heavily. "Oh yeah," He said as he was running. "Yours changing from Akuma to Akuma, too?"

"Yep. Twins, maybe?"

"That, or one is a fake," Chat Noir replied.

"I doubt it," Ladybug said. "He wouldn't want to risk not getting a Miraculous."

With a groan, Chat Noir hung up his baton. "What's she been saying?" Ladybug asked Carapace.

Carapace shrugged. "I think they're trying to persuade you again."

"I won't let that happen. I've got too many other things to worry about and won't be persuaded," Ladybug determined.

"And if it takes over, you now I got your back, dude," Carapace promised.

Ladybug smiled and nodded. "Okay, I have a plan."

As Ladybug explained the plan quickly and quietly to Carapace, Copy was shifting into any Akuma that could break through the forcefield. Nothing was working, but it sure was distracting.

As Copy retreated back to switch Akumas again, the forcefield dropped to start the plan.

"Ah, I see you're finally deciding to join me," Copy, now Silencer with a twist, pointed out. They changed again, now as Lady Wifi, holding up the phone and ready to strike.

Copy started throwing the pause buttons at Ladybug and Carapace, both of them dodging flawlessly. Copy was clearly getting frustrated. "Come on, Marinette," Copy sing-songed. "Where's Adrien? Aren't you worried that since you guys are separated, he could be hurt?" Copy asked. "If you give me your Miraculous, you could go save him now."

Ladybug stopped moving and stared at Copy. "Ladybug! Don't!" Carapace yelled as he stood next to her.

She burst out laughing. "You think I'd fall for that again?" She directed at Copy. "No way! I know the rest of my team is safe, and they're just as strong. Hawkmoth really needs to learn some new tricks."

"Come on," Copy egged on. "Listen to me, your best friend," They continued. "Go ahead and hand it over."

Ladybug didn't move again, but saw Carapace sneak away while Copy was focused on Ladybug. She was staring at Copy, while Copy was slowly getting closer.

Marinette didn't realize how long the back and forth lasted, but it was a while. She continued to lead Copy to believe she almost was going to give up her earrings, but at the last second would back out. She couldn't imagine how annoyed Hawkmoth was, but she knew he wouldn't give up.

Finally, after Copy was almost going to give up, Carapace threw his shield from behind and hit Copy in the head. Copy fell forward, and at the perfect time, Carapace yelled, "Shell-ter!" And captured Ladybug and Copy into a green forcefield.

Copy was nearly losing consciousness, which seemed to make it hard to focus on being Lady Wifi. Copy pixelated again, turning back into what Ladybug guessed was what Copy really looked like. She picked up the piece of paper in Copy's hand.

"Oops," She said when she ripped it in half, and the Akuma flew out. "Well, isn't that lucky! No more evildoing for you, little Akuma."

Ladybug captured the Akuma, and Carapace dropped the forcefield. They high-fived each other, and ran as fast as they could to find the other three heroes and capture the other Akuma. Just as Ladybug and Carapace arrived, they saw their Akuma pixelating just like the other one, and Rena Rouge snapped the paper out of Copy's hand. "Gotcha!" Ladybug yelled as she landed in front of Copy and the other heroes.

"Talk about perfect timing," Rena Rouge said as the purified Akuma flew away.

"Where's Chat?" Ladybug asked, looking around.

Rena Rouge pointed to a building a few rooftops away. "He got hit and went to go recharge, but Queen Bee and I handled the rest of Copy. Speaking of, we should help them get home."

Ladybug nodded. "Yeah, of course. You and Carapace can take care of that, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's no problem," Rena Rouge said and started to walk towards her respectful twin.

Ladybug took off toward the rooftop Chat Nour was on. "Adrien, are you okay?" She said when she saw Chat Noir laying on the roof.

Chat Noir started to sit up. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little hit."

Grabbing his hands, she helped Chat Noir stand up. "You had me worried," Ladybug said as she pulled him into a hug.

When they released, Chat Noir and Ladybug- no, Adrien and Marinette, were staring at each other. With very little thought, they looked at each other, and leaned in to share a kiss.

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Alya Césaire @alyacesaire

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