#thanks for the request ayla

[iridescentxstars]

hello, ayla. can i request a Minho fic? okay so i know it's not on the list. but if possible, royalty!au + forbidden love + “let’s commit some sins.” thank you very much and i hope this gets considered <3

omg i forgot to add the kink afshsajasfh pls (for the previous ask) kink can be oral, ty!

royalty!minho x fem!reader || trope: forbidden love || dialogue: "let's commit some sins" || kinks: oral || wc: 510

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

Minho pulls you into a corner of the castle, kissing you with a smile while you clutch his shirt in your hands. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, your Highness. We might be seen.”

“Then let us not be seen.” He mutters against your lips before pulling away and dragging you down a quiet corridor. You hide your face, knowing that if someone saw you running down the hallway with the prince then they���d report you to the Queen and you’d be thrown out. “I cannot keep my hands off you any longer, my lady.” You’re in the library, the flutter of birds rushing away from the two forbidden lovers echoes around the quiet space.

“What do you intend to do with me?” You giggle, kissing him while Minho lifts you to sit on the table. “Are you wanting me to read for you?”

He rolls his eyes as if you don’t know exactly what he wants, exactly what he’s been wanting ever since he saw you enter the castle. “I intend on doing all the things that a husband and wife would do.”

“Your Highness, it is a sin for a man and woman to lay without being wed.” He gets down on his knees, lifting your dress up and exposing your clothed core.

“Then,” Minho removes the cloth hiding your cunt from his hungry eyes – and mouth. “Let’s commit some sins.” You lean back while Minho pulls you closer to the edge so he can taste the sweet nectar that’s promised between your thighs. A soft gasp leaves your lips, fingers tangle in his hair as your lover’s tongue gives languid licks to help you get used to the feeling.

As Minho devours you, you look up at the ceiling, unseeing of anything that is actually around you because your entire being is focused on the pleasure that is coursing through your veins. You have been told about sex, about how it is and sure, you know the theory of it but you have not been told about how good it can feel. Always informed about how it is a duty one performs for their spouse, cold and detached which is the opposite of what you are feeling. You jolt, gasping for air when Minho’s thumb brushes against your clit, eyes widening and the man looks at you, realising that what he did – you liked.

“You’re exquisite,” Minho brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh while his fingers play you like the piano he once spent hours practising, pulling sounds from your bitten lips that will certainly get you caught. “I can see why men go to war over women because I would fight to live out my days between your legs.”

You are about to respond, to tell him not to be so crude, but you are at a loss for words when two fingers penetrate your core and curl to press against your sweet spot. You’re at his mercy, until the gracious prince decides that he’s had his fill of you – you are simply his supper.

A tasty one at that.

[miharuki]

Hi, could I request luka couffaine x reader fic please?

Reader is Adrien's twin sister, and she likes luka, and luka feels the same way, but the reader is worried about what Gabriel will think and doesn't want to hurt luka :)

Thank you very much ahead of time ♡

Firstly, sorry about my English cousin, secondly I think I'm going to do part 2, the text was long (2000) words

(fluff at the beginning, angst at the end, gabriel and asshole, secrets)

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Once upon a time… A couple, a loving wife who gave up everything for her true love, and her devoted husband who loved her enough to defy reality for her, even if it meant bringing her back to life, and finally waking her from her precious slumber, like a beautiful Sleeping Beauty. Even if it meant making their own children the unhappiest people just for his selfishness, that was Gabriel Agreste, father of Adrien and you, Agreste, twin children born from the same feather but completely different.

Adrien gained total attention from people when he became a model for his father's collections, not only he, but you too. However, you felt lonely in that mansion with no one to talk to, even though you went to school, you felt empty. Why? you wondered.

Until… when your brother introduced him, a friend of his and an ex of one of his friends, Luka Couffaine, a sweet name with a lovely meaning, "luminous." And now you understand why. Since you met him, Luka has proven to be a calm and kind person, always listening and helping others, a light in people's lives when they need it, an admirable person.

"Hello to you too, [Name]!" Luka said as he waved and approached slowly, smiling warmly as you greeted him in return, unaware that someone was watching your interaction. Adrien smiled when he noticed that his sister was opening up more to her friends, and he also noticed how kind Luka was being to his dear sister, making him a friend to Adrien as well.

While for Adrien, it was just a friendly interaction between his friend and his twin sister, someone else saw it as something more: Juleka. Unlike Adrien or anyone else, she noticed the subtle change in her twin brother's attitude, realizing how Luka had started to light up in her presence—not just a friendly kind of happiness. Juleka saw that her brother was looking at you the way he looked at Marinette the first time, a look of love. She was hoping that this time their relationship wouldn't end up like the one with Marinette.

And it didn't. Juleka remembers how her friends began to notice how Luka was acting around you, how he smiled affectionately every time he was with you, or how his eyes took on a dreamy gaze whenever something reminded him of you.

"Luka has a big crush on Adrien's little sister, and it's just so obvious," Ayla commented while chatting with her group of friends, discussing the moment when you and your brother had arrived together on the Liberty boat.

"I bet she won't take long to realize!" Marinette said confidently, giving Luka a thumbs-up as if to say he was doing things right, and indeed he was. It didn't take long for you to develop feelings for the blue-haired musician.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride, maybe relax…" Luka asked while on his bike, making you smile at his kindness, something you had admired about him since you first met. But he seemed especially bright that day. When you sat on his bike, you felt nervous, which was unusual, especially when Luka turned to ask if you were ready.

"Y-yeah!" you stammered, finding it strange that you were stuttering, which quickly turned into embarrassment for stuttering. Your face turned slightly red with embarrassment as you looked at the back of the boy, riding through the tranquil landscapes of Paris.

And before you knew it, you were in a relationship, an almost secret one, if not for the flushed and blushing faces every time you encountered each other. It was always him you looked forward to seeing when leaving school, wanting to stay a little longer instead of going home. The moments you spent in parks and on the streets, watching the sunset together while enjoying each other's company. You memorized every song he composed, especially the ones where he declared his feelings for you. Your relationship was so healthy that it was impossible not to feel envious of your strong connection. It was impossible not to see the true love that both of you seemed to share.

"I knew it! They were meant to be together!" Rose exclaimed as she hugged Juleka, who blushed at her girlfriend's action but was happy to see her brother in the distance, looking so happy with you, [Name] Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister, a friend, and the object of affection for one of their friends.

"If Luka managed to make Adrien's sister fall for him, I think you can make Adrien fall for you too, Marinette," Ayla teased, elbowing her friend who was now stammering and blushing, while everyone laughed at Marinette's attempt to say something without stuttering.

But the perfect romance can never last forever, not even in a fairy tale. In this case, you couldn't stay with your prince charming. Imagine the surprise when you came home after another date with your boyfriend and saw your father standing there on the stairs. Something told you that something was wrong, especially when your father said in a stern and authoritative tone:

"I heard you've been going out a lot…"

"Well, of course! I've been hanging out with my friends…" you said as you approached your father slowly, stopping at the bottom of the stairs and looking at him with closed eyes.

"Especially with your friend Luka Couffaine?" Your heart stopped. He knew? But you had been so careful. No one else knew that you and Luka were dating; everyone just thought you were still friends, but friends who liked each other. That's what they thought, right? You remember that day vividly.

"…I want to be with you, [Name]. You're the only song playing in my heart and in my mind. I can't stop…" Luka said as he held your hand, the other tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. With a flushed face and a racing heart, you wanted to say yes and pull him into a hug, to tell him how much you loved him. But… what would your father think?

"I would like to… but…" A smile appeared on Luka's face before fading as you continued, "…I don't want the media to hound you. I just don't want to burden you… I'd be a weight…"

Luka smiled softly, realizing that you were just trying to protect him, and he found it endearing. He held your hands and gently moved his face to look at you. He smiled and leaned in.

"So, let's keep it a secret!" The confused look on your face disappeared as he continued, bringing his face closer to yours. "We won't let anyone know. If that puts you at ease, we can love each other even if it's in secret. That way, I won't have photographers hounding me, and you won't have to worry about it. So, what do you think?"

With his face close to yours, lips almost touching, you smiled. A secret, yes, it was perfect. That way, no one could question, and you wouldn't have to worry about the true reason – your father. You were happy and laughed in joy, finally sealing your relationship with the blue-haired musician. "I'd love that."

"You'll have more rehearsals from now on, maybe this way you can focus on your career…" Gabriel said as he turned, scrolling through his tablet and checking the news about his children. When he went up to his room, he placed his backpack on the chair and sat on the bed, grabbing his phone and sending a message to his boyfriend, letting him know that they would have more rehearsals, so their time together would be shorter.

"I don't mind as long as I can be with you, even if it's for a short time! ❤️" You smiled at the message and blushed as you lay down, looking at it with love. You felt happy to have someone like Luka as your boyfriend, embracing your phone with affection.

Even with the short time you had, you were happy to skip some rehearsals to be with your Blueberry, always meeting in secret, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company. That was until Lila arrived, not only lying to Kagami but also destroying your relationship. It was one of those moments when Lila left after the confrontation with Kagami following the akumatization that she saw your figure running somewhere. What were you, [Name] Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister and Gabriel Agreste's daughter, doing running randomly?

It was when she realized that something might be going on that she followed you, watching where you were heading. She noticed that you entered a distant park and slipped into a thicket. Crouching down, she peered through the leaves and saw something surprising: you and a blue-haired boy, embracing. You? With a boy? Acting strangely? So, that's what you were running for.

That's what she thought as she grabbed her phone and took a picture without you two noticing, perhaps a way to hit Gabriel in another way. And that way turned out to be the worst. But everything came crashing down when, in the midst of a photoshoot session, during a break, you looked at your phone and saw a message from your brother.

"Luka is leaving, come quickly!!" This message made your heart race. What do you mean Luka is leaving? And so you ran, apologizing to the photographer as you rushed to get to your boyfriend's house as fast as you could, not caring about the confused onlookers.

"Luka!" Your shouts were heard as everyone turned to look at you, running to catch up with the boy. When he turned his head in surprise to see you sprinting toward him, just as he was about to get into the car, he simply gave up and ran towards you. Your friends watched as both of you ran. "Luka!" you yelled as you approached.

"(Name)!" The boy also shouted as he ran and embraced you, both of you breathing heavily from the sprint. Tears streamed down both of your faces, a rare sight.

"Are you really leaving?" you asked as you looked at him. The boy simply placed his hand on your face, wiping away the tears.

"It's for your own good," he said, trying not to cry, but a few tears were falling on his pale face. He sighed sadly.

"Can we meet again?" you asked, holding onto the hand he placed on your face. "I promise we'll meet again… I promise, my love." And so, for the first time, everyone witnessed the love between Luka Couffaine and [Name] Agreste, sealing their promise with a kiss, a moment that all could witness.

"They just did!?…" Marinette exclaimed in shock while smiling with her mouth wide open. Adrien, it could be said, was also surprised by the turn of events. Ayla took the opportunity to snap a photo of the moment, the last moment they could witness as their friends had just declared their love and made it official.

But soon, Adrien noticed a familiar car approaching Jacket Stone's car and their friends. It was his chauffeur's car, which stopped right behind. From there, Nathalie emerged, adjusting her glasses and immediately grabbing her tablet. She walked toward the couple, who were embracing again, and sighed. Nathalie then got the attention of everyone, including Adrien and Luka.

"Nathalie?" Adrien asked in shock as he looked at his father's assistant. What was strange was that she was here when she's usually always by his father's side. This worried him, especially since she could report directly to his father.

"Miss [Name] Agreste! Leaving your rehearsal abruptly and not responding to any of my calls, you two are in trouble!" Nathalie scolded.

And so, when you separated from Luka's embrace and looked at Nathalie, Jacket Stone, seeing the tension escalating, intervened to put his hand on Luka's shoulder and wake him from the situation. Nathalie had already grabbed your hand and was dragging you toward the car, while Jacket was also directing Luka to get in the car. Before getting into the car, Luka saw you smile at him, and he smiled back before entering his own car.

Adrien noticed Nathalie taking out her phone, and she looked at him, saying, "Don't forget to come home at 6:00 PM; your father only allowed you a few more hours." With that, she got into the car, and Adrien could see her sad expression through the window as the car drove away. Jacket watched with the children, observing your girlfriend's car disappear, just as they were about to leave as well.

"Dating?! Who gave you permission to date this boy?" Gabriel said, keeping his hands behind his back. He sighed in disappointment and pinched his nose. "I knew allowing you too much freedom could end up being a distraction, especially this boy, this Luka Couffaine. He was just a distraction!"

"But father, I—"

"But nothing, [Name]! Leaving after your rehearsals to meet with this boy?! Skipping a photoshoot just for this boy?! What do you think you're doing?! Do you really want to ruin our reputation? I think you deserve more than just a week of punishment! Go to your room now!"

Gabriel said as he fiddled with his ring behind his back. You simply accepted it sadly, walking up the stairs and glancing back to see your father looking at his tablet, viewing a photo from one of your meetings with Luka. You wondered who could have done this.

"Nathalie, make sure [Name] doesn't contact her 'friends' anymore. I don't want any more distractions," your father said before you entered your room, no longer hearing anything else, only the familiar tears returning.

"Luka…"

:(

part 2

[commandantexekial]

(Lee walks by Exekial’s office to see Exekial shuffling a bunch of Black Cards, muttering to himself, surrounded by piles upon piles of materials.)

Lee [Entropy]: Commandant? What are you doing?

Exekial: Hm? (Looks up) Oh, hey Lee. I’m counting my funds for Lucia’s new frame.

Lee [Entropy]: Pyroath?

Exekial: Mm.

(Lee enters the office out of curiosity. He cranes his neck over Exekial’s shoulder as Exekial punches some numbers in a calculator.)

Lee [Entropy]: (Frowns) Didn’t we have more black cards? Why do we only have 15k?

Exekial: (Drops a Harmony Accelerator on the ground and frowns at it) I figured that with the accelerated patches, I could try to get Watanabe his weapon. Easily build the funds back and all.

Lee [Entropy]: I see… and did you manage to obtain it?

(Judging by Exekial’s expression, the answer was a resounding no.)

Exekial: (Stoops to pick up the Harmony Accelerator before turning back to take inventory) The only good part about the entire thing was that I scrapped enough together to get Echo a good bow. Now she and Alpha can actually deal some real damage in PPC and War Zone.

Lee [Entropy]: (Crosses his arms) I still can’t believe you replaced me with an Ascendant of all people.

Exekial: (Looks at Lee guiltily) Sorry, Lee. Alpha’s just easier to play, and her leap really takes some of the burden off the powercreep. (Turns back to pile of materials) On the bright side though, I don’t intend to leave you in the dust for too long. I’m gonna get you your Hyperreal frame and Liv her Empyrea frame.

Lee [Entropy]: (Scoffs) A waste of funds, if you ask me. Hyperreal’s already powercrept by Pyroath. (Frowns) And why are you getting Liv’s Empyrea frame? Wouldn’t she get hurt using it?

Exekial: Normally, yes, but remember? We’re outside the bounds of canon when it comes to gameplay. (Taps head) Liv won’t be harmed if she has Empyrea here. Also seeing as she’s the only Fire Amplifier in the game right now, I kinda need her to boost Lucia’s Pyroath capabilities.

Lee [Entropy]: (Wryly) Careful, Commandant, your favoritism is showing.

Exekial: Not at all. And as for Hyperreal, I just think you’re one of the better units to play. Your gameplay’s fun to use, and besides, this is the first time all of you will have the same element. I can’t pass up the thought of having a full Fire Gray Raven team now, can I?

Lee [Entropy]: Now you’re just trying to flatter us.

Exekial: (Shrugs) Flattery or not, it’s the truth. Although, if you’re truly worried about funds, don’t worry. I’m planning on getting your frames from the Selectors.

(Lee doesn’t say anything in response. He picks up one of the Memory Resonance Pick chips and examines it. That’s when he notices the corner filled with skulls. Lots and lots of skulls.)

Lee [Entropy]: Uhhh, Commandant? What is that?

(Exekial turns in the direction Lee is pointing towards. A sheepish expression comes across his face.)

Exekial: Oh, that. Well… (Scratches the back of his neck.) I might’ve tried to attempt Ultimate PPC.

(Lee blinks once. Twice.)

Lee [Entropy]: You what.

(Before Exekial can respond, the door to the lounge opens. Enter Lucia, Ayla, Watanabe, Alpha, and Alisa. All of them are in various beaten up states, with Watanabe having the least amount of scratches.)

Watanabe [Epitaph]: Hm. Well, that was quite a different experience than what I’m used to.

Lucia [Crimson Abyss]: Speak for yourself. Our team barely made the time limit for the last stage. (Begrudgingly jabs a thumb at Alisa.) As much as I hate to admit it, it’s only thanks to her that we managed to beat it at all.

Alisa [Echo]: (With Cecily hovering over her shoulder) I’m glad I can be of service.

Lucia [Crimson Abyss]: Tch.

Ayla [Kaleido]: We weren’t able to make the time limit of the last stage, but Lucia and I still managed to score high enough to get 20 black cards! (Holds the black cards up with a bright smile.)

Lucia [Plume]: (Comes up to Exekial with a solemn expression) Commandant, I request that we never do that ever again.

Exekial: (Rubs the back of his neck sheepishly) Sorry, Lucia. I should’ve known that this week wouldn’t be a good matchup of any of our abilities. But, on the bright side, I got enough skulls to SS your Pyroath frame!

(Lucia brightens at that. Alpha tsks and flicks vital fluid off her katana before sheathing it back into place.)

Lucia [Crimson Abyss]: If our business is done here, I’ll be heading back to my sister now.

Exekial: Alright, Alpha, take care. I’ll see you next week, yeah?

(Alpha only makes a vague gesture as she walks out of the lounge. Everyone watches as the door shuts forcefully behind her.)

Watanabe [Epitaph]: (Wryly) Just as pleasant as the day I first met her.

Exekial: I’m assuming your battles went well, Watanabe?

Watanabe [Epitaph]: (Scratches his chin) Well, it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, but BLACK★ROCK SHOOTER and I did as well as we could’ve hoped, considering our enemy didn’t have reduced Fire resistance.

Lucia [Plume]: Speaking of, where is she?

Watanabe [Epitaph]: (Shrugs) Not sure. She said something about “taking care of business” and disappeared. But I’m sure we’ll still see her around, at least until Lucia gets her new frame.

Lee [Entropy]: Commandant and I were just talking about that, actually.

Watanabe [Epitaph]: Lucia’s new frame?

Lee [Entropy]: Mm.

Ayla [Kaleido]: (Throws her arms around Lucia and nearly throws her off-balance) I can’t believe Lucia’s leaving me to handle the Ice Team all by myself! We’re already missing a Tank and now we’re losing our only Attacker T_T

Lucia [Plume]: (Sweatdrop) I won’t be leaving you all by yourself, Ayla. I’m sure Commandant has a plan so you aren’t left all alone.

Exekial: Indeed. (Taps terminal and brings up the blueprint of Wanshi’s new frame) HQ informed me that Wanshi’s new frame is coming out right before Lucia, but he’ll be in the dorm shop. I’ll have enough saved by then to grab him.

Ayla [Kaleido]: Oh! Well, if you say so, Commandant. (Lets Lucia go) But I’ll be holding you to your word!

Exekial: (Wryly) I wouldn’t expect anything less of you, Ayla.

Watanabe [Epitaph]: (Stretches and checks his pocketwatch) My comrades are probably getting worried about me, so I’ll have to head out for now. (Waves at Exekial) Same time next week?

Exekial: You know it.

Alisa [Echo]: I’ll take my leave as well. Supposedly there’s still another branch of Utopia that hasn’t been crushed yet. (Performs a complicated farewell salute) Until next week, Commandant.

Exekial: (Bewildered) Uh… sure. Until next week.

Ayla [Kaleido]: (Yawns and checks time) The WGAA probably wants me to finish that painting. Guess I’ll have to pull another all-nighter tonight. (Waves cheerily at Exekial) See you soon, Commandant!

(Everyone leaves one by one. Soon, all that’s left in the Gray Raven lounge is Exekial, Lee, and Lucia.)

Lucia [Plume]: Oh yeah, where’s Liv?

Lee [Entropy]: I think she went to the Science Council for something. Not sure what.

Exekial: She’ll be back before we know it. In the meantime though… (Rubs chin, absentmindedly staring at his office door) I need to take inventory of all the materials I still need for Pyroath. We’re running a bit low on Memory Enhancers and EXP Pods…

Lucia [Plume]: (Frowns) Can’t that wait until tomorrow? The bags under your eyes are rather dark, Commandant…

Exekial: Mm, maybe you’re right. It’s not like I have anything else to do while I wait for your banner anyways.

Lee [Entropy]: (Amused) Don’t forget it’ll still be another four months until it finally rolls around.

Exekial: Don’t remind me.

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a/n i'm going insane

[moon-alight]

Hello ♡ I request a fanfic for Seventeen's Jeonghan! I mostly want an idol au fluffy fic. You can decide everything else like the main plot, etc.

Hi! Seventeen is my ult-group and I love Jeonghan so this was so much fun. I hope you like it!

Terrible secret keeper - Seventeen Jeonghan

Synopsis: You are a stylist of Enhypen, ever since the boyband debuted you had dressed them. You became rather close with a man from a different group, and now that you're needed as stylist for Seventeen, you're relationship comes to light.

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, (not so secret) secret relationship, idol au., stylist-reader, annoying jeonghan

Word Count: 1401

Masterlist

You were a bit unsure when you got the news of the switch that was made suddenly. You had been Enhypen's stylist ever since the boys debuted and now suddenly you're supposed to switch to a whole different group with different concepts and different members.

"How is that even possible? I thought we had an agreement." You say, looking at your boss.

"Ayla quit the other day which means Seventeen is one stylist short, you won't stay forever. Just for this comeback." You know by hearing that tone that you can't deny. Soyeon had been a chill boss but she would not let you get away with disobeying.

"Fine, I'll pack my bag and go downstairs." You quickly grab all your stuff and take the elevator to the fifth floor where Seventeen usually gets ready. You enter the make-up room and greet the other stylists and make-up artists.

"You must be y/n." You hum and shake the woman's hand. "I'm Eunu, nice to meet you." She guides you around real quick and explains the new concept to you. You decide to mix together outfits for the hyung-line while Eunu does the same for the Maknae-line.

You unconciously smile when you're forming together the clothes your boyfriend will wear. It was definitely one of the reasons you didn't want to switch to Seventeen. Jeonghan had been your boyfriend for four months but actually, you weren't allowed.

Now you're scared you'll make it too obvious or something. If anyone finds out, you'd probably be fired and you can't lose this job, not when you have so much fun. After a couple of hours, you have made the perfect combinations together with Eunu, now you just need to wait for the members to show up.

"They are all sweethearts." Eunu tells you while you wait, she must've seen how nervous you are. "Every single one of them is just amazing to work with, you won't regret your time here." You hum, continuing to fiddle with your sleeves. You hadn't really met the rest of Seventeen, you weren't even supposed to meet Jeonghan.

*4 months ago*

You are walking through the hallway on the fifth floor, looking for the jacket your co-worker had left behind. It is a very important item for Sunghoon on his next stage with Enhypen. You can't lose it.

"Looking for this?" You stop and turn right to face a man with black messy hair and a white jacket in his hands.

"Yes, thank you." When you're going to grab it, he holds it up where you can't reach.

"Not so fast." The playful tone and the stupid smirk on his face tells you exactly who you're talking to. Yoon Jeonghan. Your co-workers have often complained about him and his childish antics, you can't believe he is the one to find the damn jacket. "You don't look like someone I know so I believe you work for a different group, correct?"

"Yes." You reply, deciding to go along with his little game. It might get you the jacket sooner than when you fight against it.

"And since you were looking for a jacket, I believe you are a stylist."

"Correct again." You sigh, hoping you can get away soon. You're not supposed to talk to other idols, it was a basic rule. You only got to talk to Enhypen. Jeonghan however, doesn't seem bothered and investigates the jacket before smirking.

"Enhypen's stylist."

"How did you--?" He shows you the tag labelled as 'Sunghoon' inside and grins from ear to ear.

"I'm a detective, of course. I played enough mafia to know what I'm talking about."

"Yes, but unfortunately my life isn't a game. I need that jacket and I need it now." You reply, getting annoyed.

"Then you should've been more careful where you'd left it."

"I didn't. My co-worker did." Jeonghan raises an eyebrow as he stares at you, obviously not believing you one bit. "Listen." You breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Enhypen need to perform in 10 minutes, if I don't have that jacket by then, I'll be fired. You want to be the cause of that?" Jeonghan seems to think before clicking his tongue.

"Alright, you seem hopeless enough. I'll give you the jacket if you meet me at the small Chinese restaurant on the corner tonight at seven." You're a bit taken aback by his suggestion.

"What?"

"You heard me. I want something in return for giving you your jacket back and a date with a pretty girl sounds like the perfect thing." Did he just call you pretty? You smile softly, nodding.

"Fine, I'll be there." You agree. Jeonghan hands you back the jacket, you thank him and walk away. Oh, you're in so much trouble.

*Present day*

Let's just say, the date went well. It was followed by a couple others and well... a relationship with the cute devil. The door of the room opens and a bunch of guys walk inside. Eunu smiles at them as she greets all of them.

"By the way, we have a temporary new stylist, guys meet y/n, y/n meet Seventeen." Eunu says excitedly. A man with dark hair and a strong frame shakes your hand. He must be Scoups, the leader.

"Nice to meet you." He says, kindly.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Everyone, take your outfits and put them on quickly." Their manager says, loudly. Your eyes meet Jeonghan's dark ones, a small smirk plastered on his face as he stares at you. You look away first, giving the hyung-line their outfits before taking Jeonghan's one and walking over to him.

"I hope you like it, I'm not familiar with your group yet." You lie, knowing damn well Jeonghan tells you about everything when you're both cuddled up on the couch at home. He takes the outfit, his hand brushing yours. You feel the electric sparks travel through your body and hope no one else sees the obvious tension between you two.

"Thank you, uh..." He looks down at your name-tag on your shirt. "y/n." He says, walking towards the changing rooms. You breathe out, jumping a little when Eunu places a hand on your shoulder.

"Well, I was wrong. They are all sweethearts except for Jeonghan, he's the devil himself. Don't bother with him." You smile softly, knowing damn well you know him better than she does.

When the boys leave the changing rooms, you two make some adjustments to some outfits so they don't bother them while performing. You watch them practice a little before Jeonghan walks up to you.

"Can you adjust the jacket a little so the collar doesn't bother my neck while I dance?" You look up at him and then at the collar but frown.

"It's not in your way--"

"Pretend, baby, pretend." He whispers, leaning close to your ear. He pulls back and winks at you.

"Of course, don't worry." You see the tag in the jacket and decide to adjust that one since it could start bothering him in the long run. Just when you want to start sewing it, he moves. You groan and try to continue but Jeonghan sees this as a game and continues to move every so often, ruining your work.

"Please stop moving."

"I'm not doing anything." He replies while he moves away from you again.

"Jeonghan, come on." You try to continue but he moves his shoulders again, ruining the last bit of patience you still had. "Yoon Jeonghan! Stand still or be annoyed for the entirety of the performance!" You shout while glaring at him. Jeonghan looks down at you with a shiteating grin on his face.

"Oh, but this is way to much fun. You're cute when you're annoyed."

"That's it. You're sleeping on the couch tonight." You reply, throwing the needle and threat on your desk.

"Seriously?" Jeonghan asks. "You know you can't miss my cuddles."

"I'll resist just to teach you a lesson." It's only when you turn around that you see everyone stare at the two of you.

"You two know each other?" Dokyeom asks, pointing between you and Jeonghan.

"Better question, you two are dating?" Seungcheol asks.

"You're a terrible secret keeper." Jeonghan comments to you.

"Me? You're an annoying devil."

"You're the one who's dating the annoying devil." He replies.

"Oh how I miss Enhypen." You mumble to yourself.

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(Rapunzel WHO? Nah, we got hiccup and Freya 🤣🤣😭)

Almost immediately, Freya stared at Hiccup in surprise, not expecting him to agree with her little sister. Ayla made a teasing comment she barely heard, something along the lines of ‘See, I told you! Even your boyfriend agrees!’ Her face grew warm, she could feel it, and she was left without words. "I...I do smell like cinnamon..?"

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The warmth that was ever common when being around him came back when he plainly told her she was on his mind, not being able to stop the fond smile that welcomed itself on her lips. "You know I love you, right?"

"Hm. I would hope not." The newly made notebook which was wrapped in a pure white cloth she had at her hut would prove her point that she, in fact, was very much prepared. Of course, she couldn't tell him it was his gift just yet.

Shaking her head in amusement, Freya heaved another dramatic sigh. "I knew you would say yes...no escaping this for me, I suppose.." Her gaze observed his face, silently predicting what a mini Night Fury would look like on his cheek. "And, yeah, I'm pretty sure she can. She's already done a few other requests from other kids that wanted some sort of dragon too.."

Faking an offended gasp, she softly poked his shoulder. "Another secret? Sheesh, I wonder what it is that it needs to be deemed a Berkian secret.."

She felt good. Jubilant. Exultant. She was faintly smirking to herself as she began to turn around. 'I definitely got him this ti--'

And then, suddenly, Freya was pulled back, everything around her spinning for a quick second before she felt a hand on her waist and —

... Oh.

She had to place her free hand on Hiccup's arm to keep herself balanced from the abrupt action, barely registering that he was kissing her. It took her a few short seconds to actually close her eyes, having to open them again when he seemed to move away too soon. For a split moment, it was as if her lips chased after his until he spoke, her eyes blinking widely in shock.

Freya unknowingly gaped, a warmth making itself present on practically her whole face, even slightly on her neck for the first time, and she was left speechless.

Now, she felt stunned. Astounded. Dumbfounded. Freya Leif was left flabbergasted. And she, quite literally, couldn't speak for a minute. As though in a daze, she only had the capacity to weakly nod, all the while still gaping. He kissed her.

A side of her was giggling like a little girl on the inside, while the other half didn't know what to do. As Hiccup led her outside, she felt like a stone being dragged, or a baby learning how to walk, and she was thankful he was holding her hand or else she probably would've tripped over her own feet. But it also increased her flustered, dumbstruck state as she completely forgot what they were supposed to do.

Being invisibly slapped back into reality, the future Chief's girlfriend hastily shook her head and cleared her throat, although that didn't do anything for the way in which her voice sounded a bit..squeaky. "S-sorry, let's go.." She mentally hit herself when she was done talking, feeling her ears provide the needed warmth against the cold.

Real smooth, Freya.

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Everything was loud. And she couldn't quite tell if it was enjoyable or not at first.

Being the good older sister she is, Freya allowed Ayla to paint her face with the request she, for some reason, desperately wanted to do. The younger Leif finished painting a small Night Fury on Hiccup's cheek rather quickly, sitting on a table in the Great Hall that was specifically meant for the activity she was doing.

Right when she was done with the mini Night Fury, Ayla instructed the Chief's son to 'step away for a couple of minutes', go elsewhere while she 'worked on' Freya, who appeared slightly nervous for what they were about to do. "Look, there's Snotlout over there! Go talk to him until I'm done!" She and a few other girls alongside her giggled quietly among themselves once he left, wasting no time in grabbing little bowls filled with red paint and the yellow flowers scattered across the table.

Snotlout, who was suddenly given the task of keeping Hiccup 'entertained', stood by him a distance away from the group of girls while the rest of the Vikings chatted to their hearts content while also preparing the instruments. "They'll be done before you know it, geez. Ayla's been in here for a while already and she does that face painting thing fast." Snickering to himself, he glanced at his cousin. "Wasn't it only supposed to be the kids doing that anyways?"

After a while and much to his relief, the traffic of other Vikings slowed down for a moment, giving them the opportunity to catch a glimpse of the girls again. Ayla and her friends managed to also completely braid Freya's hair, not leaving it in a half up-half down style anymore as the yellow flowers were precisely placed in the black strands. The area next to her eyes was painted in a shade of red, taking the shape of flowers too. Her shout could be heard across the room: "This is not what I expected!"

Ayla, who's face was decorated with colors of a Sand Wraith, bolted off as the rest of the girls followed, giggling up a storm as everyone was getting in their positions to start the dance. Snotlout took that as his signal for him to leave, at last. He made it a point to mockingly raise his brows in Hiccup's direction, nudging him with his elbow before running off while chuckling in amusement.

Freya swiftly dodged the Vikings that walked in every direction, apologizing when she accidentally bumped into someone. When she finally made it to her boyfriend, she heaved a sigh. "I didn't think they would actually braid my hair and do all of..." She gestured at herself, "..This." Mumbling the last of her response, she looked at her boots. "I look silly, don't I?"

Still smiling, he nodded. "Oh, yes!" He still couldn't believe it, that she felt the same way about him.

"Come on, it'll be fun! It's not like a tattoo, it'll just wash off easily, right?" Curious, he asked, "And what about you? Will you request anything in particular?'

Grinning, he shrugged playfully. "Well, that is confidential, I'm afraid. You may be in a relationship with the next chief, but I'll never reveal tribe secrets!"

Not able to hold the charade any longer, he just said, "You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure. Just, not quite yet."

The dragon rider couldn't help but smile, seeing Freya's reaction to the surprise kiss. She actually even seemed speechless.

So often she liked to surprise him, get him to be stunned, speechless, shocked...he never minded it too much, as it really just reinforced his love for her, but he had to admit, it was fun to give her the same treatment.

He took in her black curls, her wide eyes, and brought a hand to her cheek, trying to hold back a soft chuckle. "You--you okay, there? Freya, you look a little...a little stunned!"

When she didn't speak for some time, he began to grow concerned, a little more so when she finally squeaked a reply. Stopping, he turned to her.

"Was that too much? I mean, what I did back there, in the forge?" He was trying to be romantic, but maybe a little warning would have been better?

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The Great Hall was exactly as he suspected, and he made sure to sit as still as he could while Ayla painted his cheek. The paintbrush tickled a little, but aside from pressing his lips together, he made no other movement.

Moving to straighten back up, he saw Freya's expression, a little hesitant to step away. But, it was just her sister, after all. After thanking Ayla, he gave his girlfriend an encouraging nod and made his way to his cousin. He did turn back a couple times, looking at Freya, until Snotlout blocked his line of sight.

"Yeah, she was fast. She seems to be enjoying it, too." Shrugged lightly, Hiccup replied, "Not necessarily. I wouldn't be surprised if Gobber got his face painted too." Sure enough, the blacksmith was making his way to the table, waiting in line to get his face painted with Grump's colors.

Since Snotlout was blocking Hiccup's view, he didn't see his mentor in line just yet, but knew him that well after spending years working together.

His eyes lit up as he caught a glimpse of his girlfriend, and while she may have been a little flustered by her new appearance, Hiccup was left flustered in a different way.

The yellow petals stood out in stark contrast to her dark hair, and the red paint made her amber eyes pop. He was reminded of that day they were in the woods, when Ayla had filled her sister's hair with flowers, making Freya look almost ethereal in the bright sunlight filtering through the trees.

Ignoring Snotlout's mocking expression and nudge, he made his way back to Freya. As they met halfway, he still had an expression of awe on his face, his green eyes wide, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Shaking his head, he told her, "No, no you don't look silly at all..." Running a hand through his hair, he continued, "You look as beautiful as ever... amazing, really..."

Offering her his hand, he gestured to the side of the Great Hall, where other onlookers stood while the dancing started. "Would you care to join me in observing the Snoggletog dance, as we both agreed previously?"

At her answer, they walked together, finding a spot where they could stand side by side. Hiccup kept his fingers intertwined with hers, and while the dancing was probably entertaining, he had trouble keeping his eyes off of his girlfriend.

Gobber, thinking he'd get his face painted later, really got into the spirit of thing as usual, the bells on his helmet ringing loudly with each movement the older Berkian made.

Rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, he leaned closer to say, "Ayla, as far as I can tell, has almost boundless energy...if you'd allow me to walk you both home afterwards, I'd be more than happy to help you get her home if she starts to nod off."

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could we get a crier’s war proposal fic? I honestly loved the way you wrote both of them in your last CW fic and we def need more of them ^^

Marry me?

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Crier's hand shakes as she feels the small box in her dress pocket. She'd had the ring for months, had it made by a jeweler especially for Ayla. It's a band, as Crier assumed Ayla wouldn't want a ring with a stone that sticks out. She'd snag it on something, she'd break it while sparring, or she'd lose it. And besides, Crier figured that regardless of all of that, the band would fit Ayla's tastes more.

It's gold, complimenting Ayla's brown skin perfectly. Small rubies are lain within the band, wrapping around the entirety of it. On the inside of the band, Crier had the jeweler engrave 'A + C.' She wondered if that had been overkill, but she was cheesy, and she wanted this, this proposal, and hopefully, eventual wedding, to be as representative of their love as possible.

Crier jumps when the bedroom door opens, and she turns from her spot at her desk, near the window, to watch Ayla enter the room. She's glistening with sweat, her curly hair pulled into a bun. A few strands have fallen out, and are stuck to her forehead, her neck. Her cheeks are pink, and her pants are covered in mud stains. She's never looked more beautiful. Though, Crier realizes, she thinks that every time she looks at Ayla.

She smiles as she approaches Crier, one hand on her hip, the other fanning her face.

"Long day?" Crier asks, stomach fluttering at the sight of Ayla's easy grin.

She shrugs, and comes to stand right in front of her. "It was fun, hard work, but fun. So, not too bad," then she bends to plant a sweet kiss on Crier's mouth.

Crier kisses back, then playfully pushes her away with a hand on her chest. "You're all sweaty, Ayla," she whines, but she's smiling.

Ayla barks out a laugh, then in a flash, she's grabbing Crier, one hand scooping up her thigh and the other around her back. She lifts her, and Crier squeals in delight, playfully hitting Ayla's back and arms. Ayla laughs and laughs and laughs, rubbing her sweaty face into Crier's neck, peppering kisses wherever she can reach.

Finally, she sets her down, and they both have to catch their breath. Crier swats her arm, heaving between laughs, "I hate you! You're sick, Ayla!"

Ayla hums, rolling her eyes. "You love me, Crier, you love me," she singsongs, hand rested on her stomach from the cramp her laughter caused.

They both calm down enough for Crier to finally get started on her plan. "Are you too tired, my love? Or would you like to go on a date tonight?"

Ayla's eyes widen, her brows lift in excitement. "A date? How could I ever turn down a date?" she says, resting her hands on Crier's waist.

Crier smiles sweetly at her, "You don't have to say yes, I can tell you worked hard, you're probably tired. We can go on a date any night."

Ayla shoots her a look that says 'yeah, sure,' because when do they ever get a chance to have a date? Between Ayla's training, Crier's studies, and their shared courtly duties, rarely do they have the time to sneak off.

"Crier, darling, light of my life, be serious, please," and Crier rolls her eyes at Ayla's jest, though her heart flutters at the terms of endearment.

"Only if you're sure..." she trails off, and giggles when Ayla nods her head in excitement.

"Let me just bathe first," then Ayla's pecking Crier's cheek and sprinting to the bathroom, clearly eager to get date night started.

Crier grins, and Ayla winks at her before she closes the bathroom door. When she hears the sound of the bath water running, she turns to their shared closet, searching for the perfect dress, especially since Ayla had muddied and crumpled her current one.

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Once they're both ready, they head out, and shoo away the guard that attempts to accompany them. Ayla is in a tight pair of black trousers, with a deep burgundy silk tunic, and Crier in a lilac gown that hugs her form, then flows straight down from her waist. It's detailed with small flowers, the sleeves soft and delicate. Crier had picked it out weeks ago, and when Ayla whistled at her, made her do a spin, and gushed about how gorgeous she was, she couldn't even meet her eye, too shy and nervous.

Crier led them towards the garden, towards the cliff from their fateful first meeting, with a picnic basket in one hand and Ayla's in the other.

Ayla shot her a curious look when she saw where they were going, and Crier just shrugged. Yes, she'd nearly died here, but Ayla had saved her, like she has over and over again since they'd met, simply by loving her, being with her. It wasn't a place Crier associated with any negative feelings, not anymore.

They laid the blanket Ayla had toted out onto the ground, and Crier placed the basket down as Ayla eagerly began to rummage through.

Crier snorted. "Hungry, my love?"

"Ravenous, I haven't eaten since breakfast," she answers, pulling the wrapped sandwiches out, the fruits, the bottle of juice. Though Crier didn't need it, she'd likely snack on a few of the berries she'd packed, enjoying their taste. Mostly, everything was for Ayla. Always for Ayla, her health, her happiness.

Ayla moans around the first bite of her sandwich, her eyes fluttering back. "You're amazing, Crier," she says, like she'd preformed a miracle by placing some meats and lettuce and cheese between two slices of bread.

"I love you," Crier blurts out, unable to not say it a moment longer.

Ayla stops chewing, her eyebrows raising, and a slow smirk tugs at her lips. She finishes her bite and swallows. "Well, I love you too, very much," she says, and Crier nods, she smiles. She knows that, of course, and it's her favorite thing to hear, maybe right after Ayla's laugh.

They eat their meal, they talk about their days, they laugh, they steal kisses, they act sickeningly in love.

When they finish, there's a brief moment of silence. They take in the wind on their face, the sounds of the waves crashing and breaking against the rocks. The sun is warm on their skin, and Crier watches as Ayla tilts her face up, like a flower taking what it needs.

Feeling Crier's gaze on her face, Ayla slowly peels her eyes open, catching Crier's look of wonder before she's turning away, embarrassed she had been caught.

Ayla laughs and moves closer, grabbing Crier's face, kissing her. "What's gotten into you today, huh? You're acting like this is a first date," and though she's teasing, Crier can't help but worry she's ruining the moment.

Crier holds onto her wrists from where her hands are framing her face. "A-Ayla... I didn't... I didn't intend this to just be a date..." she says, biting her lip in anticipation.

Ayla quirks her eyebrow. "Oh? Please do enlighten me, little fox."

She gives a shaky, nervous nod. She stands up, grabs Ayla's hands, and pulls her up, too. She guides them toward the cliff, though not to the edge, as she'd learned that lesson once before. She turns to face her girlfriend, and hopefully, her new fiancee.

"Ayla..." she begins, but trails off.

"You don't have to be nervous around me, Crier, you know that," Ayla urges, looking her deep in the eyes.

"Do... do you remember when you saved me? Right here, you saved my life."

Ayla nods, curious as to where this is going. "Of course I do, how could I forget my lovely little damsel in distress?"

Crier rolls her eyes, playfully, and has to work to fight back her grin. "Yes, well, you're making this less romantic than I had intended."

Ayla laughs, she squeezes her hand. "Okay, okay, baby, I won't joke anymore."

Crier nods, and she tries again. "I.. I-I hope you know that isn't the only time you've saved my life.

Ayla says nothing, she just stares.

"Your love Ayla... I don't deserve it..."

Ayla shakes her head, furiously, cutting her off. "Don't say that, Crier, seriousl-"

Crier shushes her, turning to fully face her now. She puts her hands on Ayla's shoulders. "Let me finish, please?" she pouts, and tentatively, Ayla nods, though she hates when Crier self deprecates.

"Ayla... by all accounts, you should hate me." Again, Ayla shakes her head, but she says nothing. "And somehow, I got lucky enough that you fell in love with me anyway. Your love, Ayla, every day, it saves me. Makes me feel like the luckiest, happiest girl in the world. I'm thankful, so, so, grateful. And I love you, more than anything."

"I love you Crier, so much," and though she isn't typically one for tears, Crier can hear the wavering in her voice.

"I-I want to show you... how much I love you," and then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls the small ring box out.

Ayla's jaw falls open, one hand coming to cover her mouth. "Crier..." she starts, and then Crier backs up and drops to one knee, taking Ayla's hand in her own.

"Ayla, I love you. And you can say no, but I... I hope you'll say yes. I had always intended for us to spend forever together, but I'm asking if you'll spend it with me as wives? Will you, Ayla? Will you marry me?"

She opens the box, the ring on display. Ayla, too stunned for words, just nods her head furiously, and so Crier slides the ring onto her finger, her hands trembling. Tears brim and spill over Ayla's eyes, and before Crier can even stand back up, Ayla's dropping to the ground, throwing her arms around her.

Crier breathes a sigh of relief, nuzzling her face into the crook of Ayla's neck. She plants a kiss there, and mumbles, "I was scared you'd say no, that you'd think it was too soon... or too... serious. Too real."

Ayla huffs a laugh. "How could I ever say no, Crier? I'll marry you right here, right now, if you wanted me to."

It's Crier's turn to laugh. She pulls away from their embrace, frames Ayla's face in her hands, thumbs the tears away, and kisses her. It's soft and sweet, and each time they go to pull away, they can't help but kiss again.

Finally, Crier manages to say, "I do enjoy planning, you know. As ready as I am to marry you, I would like it to be an event."

Ayla nods, she smiles. "Anything you want, Crier. Anything."

Crier brushes her nose against Ayla's, their eyes fluttering back at the gentle gesture.

"I have everything that I want, right here, in my arms."

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Bloody Valentines

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods

Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC

Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, DonnaRoy, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay

Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher

Chapter Five: The Omen (Lilith's POV)

Donna suggested the trip, and Roy insisted on driving us. I invited Bette and Kole, and Donna requested Raven join us. It was the only time we all had off to vacation. We planned on spelunking and walking the beach and doing all sorts of things, but the closer the trip got, the more we all started feeling uneasy. Raven read a book, Bette nibbled on trail mix, Donna messed around with the map, Roy ignored her directions, and Kole slept soundly on my shoulder. Occasionally, I'd lean over and glance at Raven's book or check if Kole was alright, but the car was mostly silent.

Roy stopped in the middle of the road, and everyone looked up. "Injured animal in the road... Hold on," Roy whispered. He rolled the window down partway. "Hey! Do you need-?"

"No, thanks! Can you get around?" a man yelled, and Roy answered back before driving around them. Raven grabbed my wrist.

"Did you feel that?" Raven questioned. I shushed her. Where she came from, those feelings weren't as foreign to normal people. But yeah, I felt it. A full-body cold started in my frontal lobe and penetrated my scalp, trickling down my neck, shoulders, and chest like ice water. Fear. Primal. Final. It was different than regular fear. It was dreadful, helpless, hopeless. That was a fear, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

"Mhm," I mumbled.

Raven and I felt things. Other people's feelings, the feelings of animals, and sometimes places. Empaths. Raven was more in tune with it than I was, but it came at a cost for both of us. She was heavily affected by the emotions of others, and it showed on her face all the time. I could mask it, but she never had to. Donna touched Roy's arm for Roy's comfort. Not hers. I could feel his distress.

He sighed. "Call me superstitious, but I've only seen a dead coyote a few times before, and nothing good ever comes from it... And that coyote isn't gonna make it. Looks like something ate it up," Roy stated. Donna whispered in his ear, and he shook his head.

The car fell silent until we reached Happy Harbor. I woke Kole, and we walked in the dark to our cabin. Raven had a dizzy spell as soon as we walked in, and I reached out to help her, but I felt it too. Bette grabbed me, Kole grabbed Raven, and they sat us down. "Yikes, you guys good?" Bette questioned. Raven and I nodded. The energy there was outrageous. Raven's hand brushed mine, and I saw a flash of Bette covered in blood and screaming. I recoiled. Raven stood up and took a deep breath.

"Let's go make s'mores while it's still early," Raven suggested. Everyone eased up, and we grabbed our jackets and the bag of roasting sticks and walked to the beach. Roy and Donna lagged behind, so we couldn't see them holding hands. We all knew about them, but they were worried about being labeled as an item and messing up their friendship. I didn't have to be an empath to see it wouldn't last.

When we got to the beach, a girl and her three male friends had already started a bonfire, so we shared our s'mores. They were calm and collected, so it helped everyone else relax. Then, a brunette and a redhead with a bowl cut came to the beach with hot dogs, and the brown-haired guy made a pass at me. Bette lied and told him it was a gay beach, but I don't think she had to lie to this one to leave me alone. He looked like the type of guy that was more than willing to take no for an answer and move on. I could feel the grief coming off his body, so I could've let him down without hurting his feelings.

We were at the beach until it got too cold to be outside. Once we returned to the cabin, we divvied up rooms and beds. Three rooms. Three beds. Bette and Kole wanted to stay up and paint each other's nails, so they bunked together. I asked Raven to stay with me, so Roy and Donna wouldn't have to find a way to lie to be together. The worst kept secret in America. Roy took his jacket off, and I glanced at his tattoo. Roy met eyes with me, and I leaned forward. I wanted to get a closer look and get a laugh from him. "Can I help you?" Roy laughed.

"Just getting a look at the details," I replied.

Roy nodded, and everyone got ready to take their showers. First, Roy, then Donna, Raven, Bette, Kole, and finally me. I didn't mind. I climbed into bed with Raven, and she turned to me. "What did you see?" Raven asked.

"You first," I whispered.

"I think Kole is going to kill someone," Raven whispered. I knit my brows.

"I think Bette's gonna kill somebody," I replied, "Maybe we should talk about something else..."

Raven looked at me, and we held eye contact for what felt like forever. "Do you think it'd be the same?" Raven questioned. I took a breath. I knew what she meant. I thought about it before.

She drew my hand to her chest, and I let her touch mine. I could feel the smooth outline of her breast beneath the thin, satin fabric of her lingerie. I passed curiosity and ventured into arousal as my hand slid down her stomach and came into contact with her thigh. Her skin was as icy and silky as it looked. "We should stop," I whispered as I tried to gain control of my senses.

"Do you want to stop?" Raven questioned. I shook my head, and she leaned forward so close that our lips brushed against each other. Our eyes were wide open at first, but her lips were so soft. When she ran her foot against my leg, I shut my eyes and melted into the ecstasy of the moment. And then I felt it. Her arousal interlaced with something else. Something innocent and sweet.

"Are you-? You're a virgin?" I questioned. She nodded. "You want me to take your virginity?"

Raven answered with a tentative kiss, and she pushed me down further into the center of the bed by my shoulders. I pulled her nightgown up underneath the sheets and let my fingers brush against the front of her panties. My middle finger ran up and down against the cotton fabric as she lifted her leg, throwing it over my thigh. We kissed a third time, with confidence, as I hooked my thumb in her waistband. I could hear her breathing in between kisses. Then thunder crackled, and lightning flashed, scaring us apart. We turned, facing opposite sides of the room.

I don't know if Raven slept afterward or if she lay awake. But I know one thing for sure. I still wanted to fuck her. That feeling was mine. Undeniably mine.

[flatbstanley]

Dear Ms. Newbury,

Thank you for honoring your mother’s memory by recognizing the Foxbury Institute’s Women in Business program. Donations to our program enable us to provide internships, mentoring, and other services that help close the gender gap at Simerican businesses.

The following donors have made contributions in support of your mother’s legacy:

The Scott Family

Raj & Geeta Rasoya

Dr. and Mrs. Matthew Baker

Brent and Brant Hecking

Mrs. Vivian Lewis

Taylor Santoro on behalf of Taylor Grace, LLC

A few days earlier…

Justin: What the hell are you doing in our bank account?

Taylor: This is my business account, not our shared one. Remember Ayla Newbury? Her mom passed away, and I’m making a donation to the charity she requested.

Justin: Three hundred simoleons? You’re out of your damn mind!

Taylor: Honey, I’ve already transferred the monthly amount we agreed on into our joint account—more, actually. Besides, if I do it from my business account, I’ll get a nice tax br—

Justin: Look, if you really have to throw money at Foxbury, at least give it to the FACTS missionaries serving there. I was talking to one of the team leaders, and he says they haven’t raised even half their salaries for the year.

Taylor: …We already gave FACTS over seven thousand last year. And besides, I've seen their financials on CharitySleuth. I don’t get why they don't just pay their employees a basic salary.

Justin (sighs in frustration): How many times do I have to tell you? They’re missionaries, not employees, and fundraising your salary is a sign of your total dependence on God…

[A/N: The concept of "we are a multimillion dollar organization but we make our missionaries raise their entire salaries" is indeed a thing in Trad Cath world.]

[starfall-spirit]

A Court of Twisted Wisdom

SJMNGW Prompt: Crossover

Summary: See ACOTW Masterlist

Chapter XV: Another One Lost

Roxanna

A bit late for reading, isn't it, Princess?

"Good evening, Clotho. I was hoping I could have some time down here to research. Perhaps find something to—" I sighed, choking on the last words.

The priestess rested a gnarled hand over mine. Your aunt and brother have requested time here to do the same. Yesterday and the day before. A few of the priestesses have taken it upon themselves to help as well. If Ayla is alive, she will be found.

I swallowed. "Aunt Nesta's scrying was hopeless. They're starting to consider... The Night Court holds the Dread Trove. The harp... Do you think there are other methods to crossing worlds? Would the priestesses know a book with theories, even?"

I'd call that prediction a stretch, if I hadn't seen the type of trouble your family tends to get into. She pulled something from behind her desk. As vast as this place is, the other priestesses and myself know a book out of place. These appeared on one of the new priestess' carts this morning. I haven't had the time to glance at more than a few pages, and they may be stray works of fiction, but if you truly believe your cousin has crossed realms then this may be the set for you. They had to have appeared with good reason, didn't they? The set doesn't belong to the library. You may take it with you if you wish.

"Thank you, Clotho. This means a lot to me."

You're very welcome, Princess.

"You don't have to call me that." I had been pushing that point for years.

Good night, Roxanna.

A spark of hope filled me and it took everything in me not to start reading right then. Snuggled into my bed a few moments later, I looked over the pair of books. They didn't seem to need to be read in a specific order. They were simply an old set that coordinated. Bound in worn brown leather, the books showed only basic map outlines and names above them. Erilea, the first said. Not so much as a pseudonym accompanied the bold-lettered title. Opening the book to hopefully find some sort of table of contents I found only blank pages.

"What use was giving me these?" But the pages began filling themselves, ink colored and black rolling over the pages to show the history of this other world. The pages moved on their own and moving images-a story-many stories played out in the air above me. The stories of gods I'd never heard of and their journeys, passing down gifts and blessings to the fae and mortals of their world. Gods had turned mortal, creating the roots of great family trees. A millennia of history put to paper. Families of Fenharrow, Adarlan, Terrasen. Other chapters spoke of witches and their once-cursed kingdom. Their cruel ancestors who brought an impossible war upon that realm. And I was sucked into their battle.

A wounded soldier fell through me as if I were mist. Still in my thin pajamas, no weapon in hand, no magic in my veins I was a wraith on the battlefield. There to observe. To learn. And just like that I was out of the fray, collapsing to the floor and interrupting what seemed to be a pleasant family meal, a few of those apparent war heroes gathered around a table. The second that fold of space and time opened the group was on it's feet, magic flickering to life. "Um, hi." A screech from the far end of the table met my ears and I was being tackled in a hug before I could even stand. Her scent hit me first. Ayla. She let out a sob, squeezing me tight. "By the Mother, Ayla, we've been worried sick!"

"I know. I've been trying to figure this out. I want to go home more than anything, believe me. But you figured it out. You can take me back."

"I—" I whirled around, looking for the book. "No. No, where's that damn book?"

A well tattooed silver-haired male cleared his throat. "Ayla, care to introduce us to your friend?"

"My cousin, Roxanna." She sniffled, keeping an arm around me. "We're really more like sisters. Rox, this is Rowan, Aelin, Aedion, Lysandra, and Orlon."

I nodded, now finding the names and faces recognizable. "You're the royal family." I stated, eyeing the Galathynius trio. Ayla raised a brow, surprised by my knowledge of the family. "Clotho gave me a set of books. I opened one on Erilea and saw a bunch of history and then was brought here. This is Terrasen, right?"

She nodded. "Those are the wings I saw," Orlon said. "In the dream. On you, Ayla."

The both of us tensed and a wariness filled the prince. "Yes," Ayla bit out, the single word almost venomous. Oh, there was something going on there. "I told you I had them. I told you I don't show them off when I don't know people well. I'm getting to know all of you and you've all be hospitable, but recent events... The only reason Rox has them out is because she can't hide them. Now, if you'll excuse us... Want to go train?" she asked. "Talk about the goings-on back home?" I nodded, yelping as something dull stabbed into my side. A wickedly gleeful laugh burst from my cousin that I could only relate to one thing. Weapons. Her swords, left behind in our world, had appeared in a double sheath at her waist. The other's around us looked a bit uneasy at the sound of that laugh and her giddy clapping when my training gear and blades appeared. She threw me a wink. "First blood wins."

"Gods help us," Rowan muttered. "She's like you, Aelin."

"What gods, Rowan?"

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Orlon

She was a force of nature. And she hadn't shown her cards yesterday. She'd bested me far more easily than I realized. Because moving with her cousin... They were a whirlwind, driving into each other and pulling back just shy of a killing blow, tunneling in with that calm focus to keep their minds set in the fight as they threw out pointers to each other with warning strikes to unguarded body parts with a foot or the flat of their blade. And just like that, when Ayla finally lost her balance by pitching her weight too far her secret was revealed. Those wings, identical to her cousin.

"You're too reliant on them for a half-breed, cousin. Off balance so easily," Roxanna teased.

The sleek, clawed wings snapped open, exposing brutal scarring to the lower membrane. I didn't notice Aedion beside me until he let out a low whistle. "No wonder she was so defensive about them."

Recent events, she'd admitted. Recent events built her walls when it came to those stunning wings. The grimace on her face told me she was well aware of her audience and the exposure was unintentional. Instinctual, to hold her ground in the fight. But she didn't hide them away again, merely sending out a bit of magic to repair her torn shirt, hiding that hint of tattoo I'd gotten a glimpse of. With a jerk of her head she sheathed her blades and gave a hard flap, rising off the ground and throwing a quip I couldn't hear to Roxanna. The second girl smirked, soaring up past her cousin and starting what seemed to be a race. She had those horrid scars too

"What do you think happened to them?"

"She said over dinner Illyrians are backwards in their thinking. I imagine they were two young women targeted somewhere and overpowered. She said her father is a respected general. Speaking as his equivalent, my priority has always been to protect my family. There are a lot of people, citizens and soldiers, who were leveraged over me. Do yourself a favor and stop prying, kid."

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hello!!! may i request second part of "once upon a time there a blue love"? thank you

(i think it would be cute if you included small moments between reader and Felix because they're cousins and I'm curious about how their relationships are and if reader told him about her and luka and their separation yk in episode where he was introduced as Argos. I'm also happy that you wrote moment from season 5 about Luka moving away because i can barely find any Luka x reader that catched up to season 5)

feel free to ignore this request and this suggestion. i just wanted to say that i appreciate your work and that you're doing great writings. take care!!!

I'm replying to these two messages, this one took a lot of work Thank you for liking my content, I worked hard on part 2 (3864 Words ) Again remembering that my English is not the best, it is not my original language ;P

Your requests are an order!

(angst, fluff at the end, Gabriel is still the worst person, Félix already knowing things without you needing to say it, Marinete and Adrien dating, season 5 spoiler)

(Part 1:)

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕻𝖙 2

Once upon a time...

There was an elegant house with noble people They lived rich, rich in black hearts At the top of that mansion, there was a room, a room with a window, a window with a marvelous view, but it belonged to a lifeless room, a room where a person who loved too much was imprisoned, you, Oh, poor girl, she saw from her window everyone else being free, while she stayed and lamented not being good enough for her beloved, who is far away and with whom you can no longer converse, And all because her father is concerned about her status, so concerned that he didn't think twice before imprisoning his daughter, like Rapunzel in her tower.

"—And how is she doing?" Nino asked as he placed his hand on Adrien's shoulder, who was approaching the circle of friends.

—My father still says she's sick, and she doesn't seem to leave her room when I'm around," Adrien said, sighing sadly as he remembered how, after the events and Luka's trip, she was practically "isolated" in her room, which according to her father, claims she's too ill to leave. This raised suspicions among some friends, especially Marinette and Ayla.

"But we haven't seen her in a week!" Rose said, hugging Juleka, causing Adrien to sigh.

"I know, but from what my father told me, she got sick during one of the rehearsals and now needs to rest, especially because he doesn't want me to get sick too."

Now, this seemed even more suspicious to her friends. Marinette looked at her phone, seeing her friend's list of unanswered calls. She then glanced at Adrien, noticing how he seemed a bit down, and approached him. Despite her feelings for him, she placed her hand on his shoulder, making him look at her.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine," Adrien smiled at her, while everyone else agreed, not wanting to make the situation sadder."Have you tried calling her?" Ayla suggested, looking at her friend Marinette, who was frantically using her phone as if trying desperately to get in touch with you."No, my father told me she dropped her phone in one of the fountains while landing, and that's why she got sick"Something is definitely wrong.

Meanwhile, you were locked in your room, unable to leave your eternal "punishment," still not understanding why things were this way. You realized that your father was making you feel lonely again as you looked around the messy room. You got up from the bed and looked under it, spotting a decorated and locked box. Pulling it out, you removed a key that was attached to your necklace, along with another one that Luka had given you in the past. You used the key to unlock the box, and you smiled upon seeing the various items it held—a small Viperion plushie that Luka had won and gifted you during one of your encounters, numerous song lyrics, and a few other objects given by your friends, the ones your father hadn't confiscated.

You realized how much you resembled your past self, feeling empty, lonely, and above all, with no one to talk to or confide in. You closed the box and locked it again, tucking the key inside your shirt as you climbed back onto the bed. You clutched your blouse and felt the other necklace Luka had given you, hearing the door open behind you without even looking back.

"Your father told you that you will return to modeling again, and this time he expects you to comply," Nathalie said as she fiddled with her tablet."By the way, your dinner will be delivered to your room again. I hope you eat this time," Nathalie turned to leave without waiting for your response, closing the door behind her, and you could hear the door being locked. You sighed sadly, then walked over to the window, looking out at the landscape that thankfully hadn't been taken from you. You gazed at the distant Eiffel Tower and the starry night that adorned its background, thinking about how beautiful the night was despite being alone in your locked room. You prayed that Luka was okay.

"I've already talked to Luka about the situation," Juleka said as she joined her group of friends. Marinette, being the great planner she was, was trying everything to make things calmer. "He told me to send his regards to her and that as soon as she can, she should call him."

"I still find this very strange!" Marinette said as she got up from the sofa in her room and started pacing in circles. "I mean, after Luka's sudden departure, a few days later, Adrien says that (name) is sick? There's something wrong here."

"Look, this time I even agree, but it could also be true. Don't you guys remember it rained last week? And do you remember the photo in the magazine that day, right? It's clearly (name) in the rain posing, so obviously, she would get sick!" Ayla said as she tried to ease the situation.

"Yes, true, I saw it!" Rose said while standing beside Juleka, making her nod in agreement too.

"But still!" Marinette said before a hand was placed on her shoulder, making her look back to see her friend Ayla.

"Look, that's enough, Marinette. I think you should put this aside, especially since you have a date with Adrien tomorrow."

"Yes, that's true!" the girls said, making their friend Marinette blush, while she tried to speak but gave up.

Meanwhile, (name) put on her fakest smile as she continued to pose at certain locations. "Yes, perfect! Very good!" the photographer exclaimed as he continued taking photos, with you striking every pose and wearing a cute outfit. Finally, the photo shoot was over. "Break time," he said, and you sat down, your smile fading, returning to your sad expression. You spotted Nathalie approaching with her tablet.

"You're doing well, because of that, you can choose what you'd like to eat," she said, looking at her tablet without leaving your side.

"I-I think... I'd like some (your preferred food) from Dupain-Cheng Bakery, please," you said, looking at the ground before turning to Nathalie.

Nathalie gave you a quizzical look before sighing and going to her driver, who then got into the car. Nathalie returned to your side, looking at her tablet and tapping away. You let out a tired sigh, sitting down, swinging your legs and looking around to try to pass the eternal boring time. In the meantime, you glanced up at the blue sky, watching the birds fly by and catching a glimpse of a red and black blur streaking across the sky, heading somewhere. "Here you go, eat while you still have time," Nathalie said as her bodyguard and driver handed her the Dupain-Cheng Bakery bag containing the food you had requested.

"Thank you..." you said in a low tone, almost like a whisper, looking at the school and smelling the sweet scent of the bakery where your friend lived.

"Tomorrow is the Diamond Ball, so after your session today, we'll take you to the studio to order your dress. Your father wants you to look good," you only nodded, listening to Nathalie go over your schedule.

Since you returned to modeling, your father refused to let you be alone, so you were always accompanied by Nathalie, who, although she seemed fine, you couldn't help but glance at the equipment on her legs, wondering if something had happened to her.

"Come on, show me a look of comfort! A look of longing, as if you were reminiscing about seeing these flowers!" the photographer said as he asked you to hold a bouquet of red roses, sitting on a picnic blanket with flowers all around. "Not like that!" he said, looking at your expression. "Show more emotion! A little happiness! See how beautiful these flowers are!" he pointed at the bouquet. Looking at the bouquet, you saw a blue dragonfly land on a rose, and a faint memory of a garden you went to with Luka came back to your mind, making you miss him. You gave a small smile as you buried your face in the roses, inhaling their sweet and fragrant scent, smiling at the memory of the day he asked you out.

"Yes! Perfect! Very good! Keep going!"

"Would you like any roses? A ribbon or some colorful embellishment?" asked the seamstress as she took your measurements. "No need for color, just white will do. The outfit Mr. Agreste designed only requires adjustments elsewhere," Nathalie replied as she tapped on her tablet. You watched as the seamstress took your measurements to add to the dress. And of course, you were also looking at the shoes, which your father had also designed, but for some reason, he wanted everything to be perfect.

"Welcome, Mrs. Agreste," the guard said as he allowed you and your father to pass. Your gaze remained melancholic, though not enough for anyone to notice that you were sad; it simply showed that you didn't want to be there, which clearly you had no choice in. Sitting on a sofa, you waited and watched everyone there enjoy themselves, not letting on as some tried to talk to you or somehow get your attention. All you did was divert your gaze until you reached the soft white couch.

"You look sad, did something happen?" a voice asked, and you looked to see what appeared to be your brother."Hello to you too, Félix," you said as you closed your eyes and leaned back on the couch."You always know how to identify me no matter what," he said, almost laughing if he didn't see your tired expression. He approached and sat beside you."What happened? You're usually more lively," he said as he looked at you, prompting you to release a tired sigh.

"My father..." Félix sighed with his words, but before he could say anything more, looking at Gabriel in the distance, a voice came to your rescue.

"Hello, (name)!" You opened your eyes, seeing Kagami. You blinked as she sat down on your other side, and you straightened up. It had been a while since you talked to any of your friends."You haven't been to school anymore. I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better now?" You looked away, glancing at Gabriel in the distance, almost choking."Yeah, of course, I was kind of, you know, sick... you know, now I'm better!" You said, not wanting to know what kind of lie Gabriel had told Adrien for him to be able to tell the others like this.

Before Kagami could ask another question or say anything else, you suddenly got up.

"You know, I'm going to grab a drink or something to eat, be right back!" you said as you almost ran away. You didn't want to talk about anything, but what could you say? Tell them that your father didn't approve of relationships and that he had put you on indefinite punishment for lying, running away, and breaking the one rule he gave you? How could you talk about this situation?

Near the food area, you grabbed some sweets to try to occupy your thoughts and emotions. As you looked at the dance floor, you saw your cousin, who resembled your brother, dancing with someone. Not wanting to say anything, you simply ignored it.

You entered the bathroom after eating some sweets and looked in the mirror, observing your well-groomed and elegant figure, your perfectly done hair, and your fancy dress. This wasn't you. The only thing you saw that truly belonged to you was your necklace, which you had hidden under the dress. Pulling it out, you looked lovingly at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the necklace that Luka had given you.

"Luka..." You never stopped loving him, even though your father had locked you in your room. You never stopped missing him. Crouching in the bathroom while looking at your necklace, you caressed it, hoping that someday you would find him again.

"Adrien!" you heard someone shout, looking out of the plane window. You saw Marinette running towards the airplane stairs with Adrien following behind.

Ah yes, it seems you weren't the only one with a forbidden affair. You watched Marinette and Adrien kiss before the bodyguards separated them. A wave of déjà vu came over you when you saw this scene, which felt so familiar. You saw Adrien being dragged onto the plane and placed in his seat, looking out the window while crying.

You averted your gaze and saw the plane starting to move to take off. You lay down, holding your blouse and feeling the necklace underneath it. You prayed and wished that you could find Luka.

"This will be your room," Nathalie showed you the hotel room. You saw that the view was nice, but it wasn't anything special. It was just another room where you would be confined. You leaned on the balcony railing, looking at the horizon and feeling the wind tussle your hair.

"It's only for a few days..." you commented, resigning yourself to the situation, holding the necklace that Luka had given you once again. You sighed with sadness.

"Can I stay in the park for a while, please?" you asked your bodyguard, who was currently looking after you while you posed for photos since Nathalie had fallen ill and couldn't make it. You looked at him, waiting for a response, and he saw the sadness and emptiness in your eyes, so he nodded in sympathy. You smiled weakly as you hugged your bodyguard. "Thank you..." He just patted your head and pointed to a bakery nearby, and you nodded. He would be in the bakery while you stayed in the park.

You watched your bodyguard's back disappear as he entered the bakery, and you smiled as you sat on the park bench, feeling a sense of freedom being away from supervision. However, a sad sigh still hung on your face, as if you were feeling trapped.

"A smile suits you better," you choked when you heard someone speaking, a familiar voice. Looking at the owner of the voice, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Luka..." you said softly in a whisper, getting up from the bench. Your hands trembled. The boy with blue-tipped hair smiled as he approached slowly. He was nervous, hoping it wasn't a dream. He hugged you when he was close enough, burying his head in your neck.

"I missed you so much!" he said as you returned the hug, feeling the tears you had held back for so long, also feeling the boy's tears staining your clothes.

"Luka!"

"You didn't call me anymore, I had no sign from you. I thought something had happened. But then Juleka told me you had gotten sick, but that's not true, is it?" Luka looked at you, asking for confirmation, but all you did was bite your lip and turn your face away. "Why are you hiding, love?" Luka asked as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it.

"I..." You didn't want to talk. You didn't want to burden Luka. He wasn't at fault. You didn't want to speak; all you wanted was to be with him now.

"Please, (name), you can tell me," he said as he hugged you, stroking your hair.

"It was him, wasn't it?" You lifted your gaze to Luka before turning away again.

"I won't force you if you don't want to..."

"Someone told my father about our relationship. He doesn't accept the fact that I'm dating someone who isn't 'famous' or a friend of my father's. He took away all my technology so I couldn't talk to you or our friends. He thinks me leaving was a terrible idea. I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault... it never was..." Luka placed his hands on both your shoulders.

"B-but! It was my fault. I didn't follow my responsibilities; I was careless, and I couldn't talk to you either... It's my fault... I just... my father, he just...!" Suddenly, an irritated expression crossed Luka's face.

"It doesn't matter!" You looked shocked at the boy as he wiped away your tears and put on a gentle smile.

"No matter what your father says or what the media wants, you've made me the happiest boy on the planet, and I've missed you so much since we were apart. You keep being the song that plays in my mind. I don't care if others see; I love you, (name)!" With that, Luka put his hand on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his, and finally kissed you. Not a peck or just any kiss—it was a kiss of love, one that showed how much you both loved each other. Amid that romantic moment, several people stopped to look at both of you.

"(Name) Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister and Gabriel Agreste's daughter, kissing a boy in a public park." That's what people thought as they passed through the park, and some took photos.

"I love you, (name)," Luka said as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you too, Luka..."

"It seems that it wasn't enough," Mrs. Tsurugi commented as she listened to the latest news report that Gabriel was speaking in.

"Your children are being disobedient, unlike my daughter. Yours are out of control," Gabriel groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen, seeing the photo someone had posted. The photo itself wasn't particularly striking, just a girl taking a selfie with you and Luka kissing in the background. Similar photos like this ended up in some local newspapers, especially in the fashion industry, which only added to Gabriel's irritation. As if it wasn't enough to have to punish you, Adrien followed suit, and now just when it seemed like you were behaving, you go and kiss some random boy...

"It's not working... I think I'll have to proceed with the plan," Gabriel said as he looked at another screen, watching the cameras showing you, Adrien, and Kagami lying in white beds in a room that resembled a sanitarium.

"Let's begin..."

"(Name)!" Luka called out, running to you. You looked at him sadly, and he stopped, now concerned, as you turned.

"(Name), my love, what happened?" He placed a hand on your shoulder, seeing your back.

"Let's break up..." The boy's expression was shocked when he looked at you.

"What do you mean, (name)?" He seemed to want it to be a lie, hoping it was a lie. You had met again just a few days ago, and now you wanted to break up. Didn't you love him?

"(Name)?" You pulled away from the boy.

"Let's break up! I don't want to see you anymore!"

"(Name), if you can explain to me what's wrong, I'm sure we can find a way..." he said, trying to hold onto some hope.

"I don't like you, Luka. Why can't you understand that? I don't want this anymore!" You said angrily to the boy, who looked at you with sadness. He tried to reach out to you, but you simply pulled away until another random boy appeared, taking you away, leaving Luka shocked.

"(Name)....?"

Upon waking up, Luka realized it was just a dream. He brought his hand to his face, wiping away the tears, and sighed, feeling his heart calm down. He reached for his phone, checked the time, and saw his wallpaper—a happy photo of both him and you. He smiled, knowing it was just a nightmare, and that as much as it seemed real, it wasn't. You loved each other too much for something like that to happen.

He held onto the necklace you had given him on his birthday and looked at the ring on his finger—a ring that symbolized your relationship.

That is until...

"Bring back Adrien and Kagami!" Luka didn't know what had happened, but suddenly, everyone started getting akumatized. He knew it had something to do with the nightmare he had because his father and the secretary had reported having extremely heavy nightmares and couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Let's go! We need you!" Bunnix said, opening a portal for them to pass through.

"Thank you, Luka," you said as you leaned against him, watching your friends having fun in the pool at your house. You couldn't remember anything, and all Luka remembered was that suddenly, while fighting to break the akumatized rings, there was an explosion in the sky, and then he woke up, noticing you beside him. He wished it wasn't a dream now, and that you could be together.The look Marinette gave him was enough for him to know that you were now by his side, to stay.

"I should be the one thanking you," you looked at him confused, while he chuckled and gently kissed your lips, leaving both of your faces blushing and happy. "I'm lucky to be dating an amazing girl like you, (name)!"

"I love you, (name)!"

"I love you more, Luka!"

Applause came from some friends who were nearby, watching as you kissed again, but this time, it was to confirm something you both already knew— that you loved each other.

It took me 2 days to finish!!! And I finally finished!!!! Amen! I hope you liked it, if you want I can do another part :)

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[acronym-chaos]

hii im not sure if you did this one already (cant find it on your blog), may i please request a mermaid/merman id packs? thank you in advance! it's okay if you denied this ♡

Hi! Thank you kindly for the request!

Here is your ID Pack!

[finclgicls]

big and blue eyes stared at the man. a wildness about them in the anticipation of what was about to happen. while she was capable in her daily work-related ventures, she still did feel inexperienced when it came to james. taking in a sharp breath at his request, ayla lifted her hands to the front of her shirt where she started working on the buttons of her silk blouse, for once thankful for the flowy skirt she had decided to wear that afternoon. while dressing up was not exactly mandated for her position, she started paying more attention to her clothes the moment she noticed she'd peaked the man's interest.

letting the blouse slip from her shoulders, pooling on the table behind her and revealing her lace black bra, ayla looks at james with an innocent expression. "i might need some help with the rest of my clothes, sir," she nearly pleaded, just desperate to feel his hands on her. ＋ @fxcdboys

There was nothing James enjoyed than the power he had over her. Some would say that he was addicted to power. Maybe it was right but one thing was for certain he found himself always craving it and enjoying how he held it in his hands. He stayed silent and watched her as she made her way over to him. The male let his eyes travel down her body. There was no doubt that she was beautiful and attractive. Every man in the company wanted to be with her. But James had a superiority knowing he was the only one who could be with her.

He watched her as she sat down on the desk just as he asked. The male sucked on his lower lip as she was now merely inches away from him. Being this close he made sure to admire every inch of her. From her plump lips to her perky breasts to her firm ass. He could hardly wait to be able to feel and touch every inch of her. Hearing her words, he smirked at her before nodding his head at her. "Why don't you start taking your clothes off. " He said to her as he watched her while placing his hands on her thighs.

[homeformyheart]

breakfast run - mason x f!detective (twc)

day 18 – bakery

author’s note: thank you for requesting these two! i wanted to focus on the significance of the bakery for these two without actually having to write or address what happened in the bakery scene from the book 3 demo. a little spoilery if you haven’t read the demo yet, but i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames​​. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 14+; some fluff word count: 1.7k based on/prompt: day 18 – bakery from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly​​ summary: mason refuses to step into haley’s bakery after that conversation until ria struggles to wake up one morning and he goes on a coffee run for her.

breakfast run

they didn’t have time to address whatever had happened in the bakery that day, or at least, that’s what ria told herself. the increase in trapper activity and the kidnapping case took up every minute of her free time beyond her normal duties and she barely had time to sleep.

it didn’t help that nightmares plagued her. most nights she was still trapped on the operating table, watching murphy’s vampire blood mix with her own. other times she replayed the moment he ripped open the flesh on her wrist, the blood pooling around her as she collapsed. sometimes the trappers had her and she couldn’t get to sanja before they killed her and all she could do was watch in horror as sanja’s blood pooled at her feet.

these moments seemed to playback in her mind like a movie, projecting onto the inside of her eyelids, sometimes imprinting themselves in her vision even after she’d wake up.

until mason started staying over, even when it was clear she was too tired to do anything.

he stayed with her until she fell asleep, holding her close as she tossed and turned. sometimes she’d mumble things and he’d think she was awake, only for her to turn away and continue sleeping. he still left before she woke up, the sheets on his side of the bed cold to the touch.

ria would be lying if she didn’t find the warmth of his body against hers soothing and helpful at keeping the nightmares at bay. but she still wasn’t getting enough sleep and it was starting to compound in noticeable ways.

“you are late,” adam stated, a frown evident on his features.

“bite me,” ria retorted back, glaring at him from behind her sunglasses and taking a big gulp of her coffee.

“we had to conduct the meeting without you,” he said again, the frown lines in his brow growing more furrowed. “detective, if you need help—”

ria turned around promptly, almost bumping into mason, flipping her middle finger as she went. “if you could’ve had the meeting without me, you shouldn’t have scheduled it.”

mason exchanged a silent look with adam before he followed her out, trailing a half step behind her, hands shoved deep in his pockets. she walked briskly to haley’s bakery, crumpling the coffee cup and tossing it in a nearby trash can. she was already itching for another one.

he waited outside the bakery while she ducked in and got her coffee before walking the short distance to the station.

“i’ll see you later to take you home, sweetheart,” he said simply. she paused at the moniker before nodding and disappearing into the station.

this had become an unfortunately familiar routine for the past week. they both brushed off what happened at haley’s and ignored the shift between them as much as they could. but some things were more difficult to ignore than others.

like mason’s half-hearted innuendos. and ria’s less-than-enthusiastic responses. and how he refused to step foot inside haley’s again. it only took two days before the tension inevitably became too uncomfortable and they fell back into their physical comfort zone, ria initiating the distractions so mason didn’t have to. he followed her lead and if he was hesitant about where they stood, he didn’t say anything.

but tonight, ria could barely stay awake.

mason walked her home the same as he did every night for the past week, lingering in the doorway as she walked right in without saying anything. he didn’t necessarily need her permission to enter her home since he would never encroach on her personal space uninvited, so he paused.

“are you coming in or not?” she called from her bedroom.

mason shuffled inside, closing the door quietly behind him and making his way across the room. he leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom, watching as she changed into a large shirt and half-heartedly attempted to pick up some of the clothes strewn about the bed and floor, throwing them halfway across the room towards the hamper.

she let out a tired groan and collapsed on the bed, rubbing her face with her hands. “i would like just one night where i stay asleep,” she muttered, pulling herself up toward her pillows.

“you know, i could help make sure you get a good night’s sleep,” he murmured, the suggestive undertones subdued by the concern on his face.

he would never admit it, but he had noticed the dark circles under her eyes that she tried to hide under concealer and sunglasses, the increase in the amount of coffee she would drink in a day, her lack of energy for combat training, and the lack of her usual snark.

“sorry, i’m way too exhausted,” she said, giving him an unusually apologetic smile that twisted something in mason’s chest.

“do you want me to stay?” mason asked, uncharacteristically soft. he hated this uncertain side of himself that ria seemed to bring out. he was the one who usually didn’t want to stay. but for some reason, he was desperate for her to say yes.

ria yawned and shrugged. “whatever you want, sunshine,” she said, wriggling under the covers and pulling them up to her chin.

mason hesitated for a fraction of a second before climbing in beside her, touching her arm lightly so she could pull away if she wanted, before wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing his chest to her back. it didn’t take long for ria’s steady breathing to indicate she was asleep, much to his surprised relief.

the following morning, she woke up to find his arm loosely wrapped around her, the warmth of his body seeping through hers. ria took a moment to take in the rare softness of his sleeping features, her fingers itching to trace the freckles dotting his face.

ria could get used to this. but her past experience with bobby taught her not to hope. she had become somewhat of an expert in squashing those emotions, enough to almost rival adam, if he were human and without literal centuries of practice.

mason’s eyes opened slowly to find that ria was studying him in a way that made his heart clench. he frowned at the strange feeling as he realized that he had stayed through the night for the first time.

he only did it to make sure she slept through the night and got the rest she needed. at least, that’s what he told himself. and judging by the curious expression that she quickly tried to replace with a bored one, she probably told herself the same thing. the thought that she might think he didn’t care about her made him frown in annoyance.

mason never gave her an explanation. and ria didn’t ask for one. but he kept doing it anyway.

ria wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was nice waking up with mason next to her, getting ready together (sort of), and walking to haley’s for breakfast. he continued to wait outside while she picked up her usual order, which he did every day since that confrontation. whether it was because he felt bad for embarrassing her in front of haley or because he wanted to avoid all the overwhelming smells, she wasn’t sure.

a small part of her hoped it was because he regretted saying what he did and every time they went near the bakery it was a reminder that he (almost) screwed things up between them.

the uncomfortable twinge in mason’s chest seemed to ebb as he and ria fell into their new routine. he watched her sleeping figure from his side of the bed, sunlight starting to stream brightly through the window as he retreated further from her to avoid it. he glanced at her alarm clock, it was already way past the time she usually woke up and he frowned. they were going on an important mission today and she needed to be ready.

ria yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. she could tell from the beaming sunlight that she had overslept and sighed, turning over to face mason only to find the bed empty. ria pursed her lips at the twinge of disappointment in her chest and forced herself to get ready for the day, refusing to go any faster than her usual pace even though she was late enough to piss off both the captain and adam. she grabbed her keys and opened the door to her apartment only to find mason on the other side with coffee and a pastry from haley’s.

she looked at the breakfast in his hand and back up at him, mouth falling open in surprise.

“i can’t have you falling asleep and jeopardizing the mission today,” he said gruffly. he looked up to see her failing to hide a smile behind the cup and his eyes softened. “you seemed like you need it.”

ria silently took the coffee from him and took a long sip, closing her eyes and letting the steam fill her nose. she opened her eyes, noticing that he was studiously avoiding her gaze.

“thank you,” she said softly, a sincerity in her voice that was as rare as it was meaningful.

mason gave her a long, scrutinizing look that softened, just slightly, before nodding and walking toward the stairwell. ria smiled and followed, feeling more rested than ever.

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

Freya really did try not to stare at him too much, especially when he had to come a bit closer to work through her hair, but it was such a good opportunity for her to absentmindedly count his freckles when she'd glance at him. '1, 2, 3....4...there's another one..'

At Hiccup's question, she felt a ghost of a smile form on her lips, "Oh, trust me, she most definitely will get excited. If anything, she'll use that as an excuse to put more braids in your hair, so you might wanna watch out.."

Hoping the warmth on her face wasn't too visible, Freya blinked away her moment of bashfulness when he started to fumble over his words. It provided her some relief to know that she wasn't the only one doing that a lot, and she could only give him a small sheepish smile. "You're getting there, don't worry... But, thank you."

What he was doing was making her heart flutter a lot more, that was something he seemed to be doing right..at least.

Feeling like her braid was lighter than before, she sighed in content before looking at Hiccup with a dramatic stretch of her arms. "Finally! My hair couldn't breathe with those flowers stuck in there.." She wasn't a big fan of putting things into her hair, even if it was Ayla who requested to do something with it, but she made an acception today for the sake of not wanting to hear her complaints.

Slightly rolling her eyes at the mention of a looking glass, Freya turned to stare at him with a raised brow, only to 'throw' the flowers in her hand towards him. It didn't do anything, which was what she expected, as they softly landed right next to him instead. "Okay, fine, you win this one." Shrugging, she glanced at the sun as it was becoming lower with each passing second, "I just thought my hair was too thick to get it out that easily."

Blaze followed Toothless, choosing to plop down in front of his rider with a satisfied grumble. Freya gently scratched his ear, careful not to get the spot where he would end up staying on the ground for a while, before reaching out to delicately pat Toothless. Once Hiccup went to show Ayla what she requested of him, she made herself comfortable with both of the dragons laying by her, already feeling the warmth their scales provided.

Ayla watched with a gaping mouth as he showed her how to perform the move, lightly jumping in her spot as she shouted: "Yeah, that's what I was talking about! That one, right there! Okay, okay, let me do it.." She attempted to copy what he had done, nearly tripping the first time she did, but quickly recovered as she shook herself off, determined to get it right. It took her a couple of tries, but after carefully studying what movements needed to be done, she finally did it. With a gleeful shout, which startled Blaze, she triumphantly held her stick in the air. "Yes! I did it! Did you guys see that!? I did it, I did it, I did it!"

Excitement coursing through her, she bolted towards Hiccup and practically leaped onto him as she wrapped her arms around his waist in a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best!" Ayla's smile was wide, never fading away even as she let go of him and waved her hand at her older sister, "Did you see all of that, Fey?"

Freya couldn't stop the grin that made its way onto her face, quickly standing up as she ran to Ayla, who also began sprinting towards her. Picking up the younger girl in her arms, she spun her around with a delighted beam. "Yes! You did it! I'm so proud of you!" The Leif sisters both giggled, only for Ayla to suddenly begin to drag her closer to Hiccup.

"Group hug!" Ayla reached out her arms and pulled them both closer with her in the middle, still stuck in a fit of laughter as she held onto them both. Freya didn't entirely mind the closeness anymore, the moment being too thrilling for her as she glanced at the future Chief with a blissful smile. For a minute, she felt immensely grateful that he crash landed on that island.

Blaze, who watched it all, grinned at Toothless as he stood and bounded towards the group, nudging them all affectionately.

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The sun was now setting as they flew back to her hut. Ayla, who was somehow half asleep, was sitting in front of her older sister again as they were able to land. Forcing herself not to be distracted by the sunset, Freya poked Ayla's shoulder. "Hey, we're home. You gotta get up now.."

She didn't budge. She was leaning to the side a bit as those words didn't seem to get fully comprehend in her mind. Preventing her from falling, Freya glimpsed at Hiccup, with a pleading expression. "Can you, uh...help me out here..please?" She did what she could as well until Ayla was finally off Blaze, allowing her to dismount him. "Stay out here for a little bit, buddy, okay?"

She beckoned Hiccup forward while opening the door for him, about to thank him for what he was doing, but the sight of her father startled her so much that it caused her to jump in place with a yelp. "Dad! You're...here?" She put a hand over her pounding heart as Ragnar met her surprised gaze from where he sat next to the dining table.

"Yes, this is my home after all--" He paused, seeing the Chief's son carrying his youngest daughter. He was silent for a long couple of seconds, his mouth agaped while he registered what was going on. "...What...are you guys doing..?" He muttered, his voice still loud and gruffy enough for the whole hut to hear.

Freya straightened her back, tapping her legs as she spoke: "Oh, nothing. We were just, uh, hanging out...and...Ayla wanted to practice her fighting techniques with us so...that's what we did. I guess she got a little tired on the way here...heh.."

Ragnar slowly turned a stiff look at Hiccup, his blue eyes narrowing. "She's okay, right?"

His expression faltered, and he slowly nodded, wagging a finger at her. "That's... that's a good point, actually...yeah, I'll have to be careful!" Two braids were enough for now, he had no plans to get any more than that.

Hiccup looked up at her, as his head was lowered, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, well, I uh, I should probably leave it at that, then!" At least she knew he had meant to compliment her, right?

As she 'threw' the flowers at him, he held up a hand to block them, bursting into laughter.

"Nah, it wasn't that bad. It only took so long because I was trying to be gentle... and, they were fairly tangled in there, but it shouldn't be too bad now."

As he watched Ayla try to copy his move, he gave little helpful pointers to help her perfect it. "Step a little bigger...good! Now, really lunge...that's it!" He only had to demonstrate it once more, and she got it.

When she did it perfectly, he grinned proudly, clapping for her. "Well done!!"

Stumbling back slightly as her sudden hug, he regained balance quickly, wrapping his arms around her. "Hey, glad to be of service!"

Hiccup watched as the two sisters embraced each other, his eyes on Freya, a wide grin on his face. His gaze softened, and he was surprised that Ayla started dragging Freya towards him.

He chuckled lightly as he was pulled into a group hug, his eyes landing on Freya's face as he joined in, putting an arm around Ayla and the other around his pretend girlfriend.

Locking eyes with Freya, his smile was just as bright, and he found himself thinking that Ayla should have done this sooner.

Toothless followed Blaze, joining in, standing on his back legs and coming up behind Hiccup, rumbling joyfully.

Hiccup couldn't remember if he ever felt like this before, and he didn't want the happy moment to end.

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They landed softly beside the Leif's Hiccup quickly dismounting.

Nodding at Ayla, he remarked, "Wow, she's uh, she's really out, isn't she?"

As Freya asked for help, he obliged with no hesitation, wrapping an arm around Ayla's back and sliding the other under her knees, scooping her up and lifting her off the sand wraith. Ayla was now snoozing in his arms, her head leaning against his chest. "She's a heavy sleeper, huh?"

Following her inside, he stepped through the doorway sideways, leaving no chance of accidentally bumping Ayla's head or feet on anything. He froze, wide eyed as Ragnar stared back at him.

As Freya explained, Hiccup quickly nodded.

"Yeah, she's just a bit tired. We had a busy day, and you know how excited Ayla gets. She was already asleep by the time we got here, so I figured instead of waking her, we could just...bring her inside, and I'd set her down on her bed so Freya could get her boots off..."

Hiccup wasn't breaking any rules, so why was he feeling so nervous?