#the way rose necklace was already taked..hm

[rosenecklaces]

jasmine-scentedarkness >> rosenecklaces

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write please rafe x wife, happily married. Rafe being away for business trip. Texting and calling wife missing her, sending her flowers while hes away. maybe phone sex. Coming home after a week bearing giftsfor her and kids and then fucks her.

Of course I can!! Enjoy!!

❣︎𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞❣︎

Pairing: dad!husband!rafe x mom!wife!reader

Your children: Cody (3), Morgan (1) and Toby (5 months).

Warnings: smut!, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it up!), Rafe being sweet and loving durning sex

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While Rafe was away, for the Cameron Development, he missed you. Terribly missed you… constant ‘I love you so much’ ‘gonna kiss you sm when I come back’ ‘miss having you on me’ ‘missing u and the kids so bad rn’ ‘can u ft real quick??’ Every day since he left.

But today was the day, he was coming home.

The boys helped you, or rather watched you, make a small welcome home sign for Rafe. The boys added their touches, of their scribbles. It read ‘Welcome home Daddy! We missed you!’ Thankfully your artsy skills showed. And the help of Pinterest of course.

So, when you heard the door open. You quickly whisper “Cody, hold the sign for daddy, quick.” Cody held up the sign with pride. You handed Morgan a box of chocolates for Rafe. You picked up Toby, holding him on your hip. You guided the two boys to the foyer. Where Rafe stood. He smirked and put his bags down ��hey family!”

The boys ran over, completely dropping everything to go get lovings from their father. You laughed at their reactions. You walked over. Kissing Rafe on the cheek “hey, Rafey, how was work??” He sighed with a smile “exhausting, but worth it…”

Rafe picked up both of the boys, he playfully asked “you two behave for momma??.” They both nodded. He smirked “oh really?? So you did behave, hm?” Cody spoke “yes! We be good!” He smiled softly. He kissed both of the boys cheek. He set them back down on the floor. I turn to you, taking Toby out of your arms and holding him with his strong arm. His free hand placed on your hip, his thumb brushing your leggings. He moved his hand to your lower back and pulled you closer. Pecking your lips he moved “god, I’ve missed this…”

…

Once Rafe was settled back in. He had started to hand out his gifts to the boys. Of course you held Toby in your lap as he handed you Toby’s gifts. You smile, it was so sweet that Rafe would do this when he went away.

You looked to Cody and Morgan and spoke “what do you say to daddy for the gifts??” Both of the kids spoke “tank you!” Rafe chuckles, ruffling their hair “you’re welcome, kiddos…”

Rafe looked to you, “you have gifts too, babe…” you smiled “you didn’t have to, Rafe…” “oh but I wanted to, and I did, so here…” he placed a navy box on your lap. “It’s only a small something… you know I have another gift for you, later…”

You playfully rolled his eyes at the stubble innuendo. You open the box. Cody walked over and rested his head in your knee. Cody asked “what momma got?” You smiled at the gift. “Your dad got me a very pretty necklace, bud…” you looked to Rafe “thank you, baby…” he smiled “anything for you… I uh, also called Rose… she’s picking up the kids in an hour…”

…

Now… here you both are… completely naked to each other. Rafe already on top of you and in you.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. He smiled as he sat up, sitting back on his knees. He placed a hand on your lower stomach. “God I’ve missed this… you and I, in our bed… my cock all the way in you… taking all of me so easily… fuck…” you moaned softly.

He slowly started to move in and out. Wanting to take his time, savouring the feeling of you both in this moment. He reached up and held you one hand. Gently squeezing your hand. “God you feel so good…” you moved your other arm around his shoulders. Wanting to be closer. Rafe let you pull him closer. Moving feeling in you, causing him to deeply groan. “Fuuuccckk..” you gasp softly. He kissed your cheek as he picked up the pace ever so slightly.

He looked into your eyes, “missed you, baby…” you looked into his eyes “missed… you too…” he gently pushed his lips into yours. Kissing you hungrily but softly. His tongue soon shoved into your mouth. Your tongues danced, he picked up his pace again. He groaned into the kiss. Causing you to moan into his lips.

He pulled back, his hands moving under your thighs and pushing them up. Your legs lifted into a V shape. Helping him move better and deeper. “Fuck, baby… feel so fucking good… missed this pussy so much…” you moaned.

His lips soon find your chest. Kissing you as he picks up the pace. Your head tilts back into the soft pillows. The wetness and gasps of breath fills the space of your master bedroom.

Rafe puts your one leg over his shoulder as the other flies around his hips. He held your waist as he tilts his head back and groans loudly. His eyes now half-lidded. He looks down at you “you look so good under me, baby, you’re unreal…” “ohhh fuck Rafe!” “That’s it… say my name…”

You gasped, tightening around him. He smirked “fuck, you close? I can feel you… you’re doing so good f’me… can you hold off for a little longer…? Wanna finish with you, baby…” you nod. He moans when he feels your nails drag on his shoulder. It wasn’t hard, but it hit a good nerve in him. Causing him to twitch in you. You moan…

He was close, “fuck, finish with me, yeah?” You nod rapidly “yesss, Rafey!” He moans “go ahead, baby, finish f’me…”

He goes a little harder, his thrusts fast and harder. Causing you to finish around him. That triggers his own release. Coming inside of you. He slowly his movements.

He drops in top of you, he would usually go for another round with you. But being gone for a week wore him out. He rests his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes. His breathing ragged, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He speaks between breaths “you… good?… fuck… missed this..” he pecks you lips as you nod. “Yeah, I’m… okay…”

After that, he picks you up and starts to run a bath. The night wasn’t completely over. He still has to cuddle with you. Make up for the time he was away for business. And after having the most loving sex he just had. Movies and cuddles with his wife and mother of his kids sounded great. Loving her was great.

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[galaxynajma]

How different Isagi ships would react to Isagi’s birthday

For isagi’s birthday I wanna do something silly and write some headcanons on how different some Yoichi ships would do to celebrate his birthday!

This was gonna have more than three ships originally but I didn’t have any ideas for them 😔 and didn’t want them to all feel similar

All of these will be short and hopefully sweet

Bachisagi:

Bachira is overjoyed by the fact that its his favorite person’s birthday today

He has the day planned out already . They’ll go to the park after eating breakfast. Walk around enjoy the scenery and then they enjoy a big picnic with Isagi’s cake ( that Bachira baked himself) for dessert!

there’s only one problem…. How will he wake Isagi up?

Bachira can’t be his normally loud self when waking Isagi up he has to do something special for his birthday!

After 5 minutes of Bachira just standing there staring at Isagi sleeping he finally wakes up on his own

Bachira panics a little and then immediately jumps Isagi . Downing the birthday boy with kisses and hugs

Isagi can’t think of a better way to start his morning than being bombarded by kisses from his happy little bumblebee 

Kaisagi:

Isagi woke up feeling a little refreshed and a little happy with the fact that it’s his birthday

But his mood immediately gets ruined when the first thing he sees when waking up is Kaiser in all his naked glory

" happy birthday Yoichi " Kaiser says in a sinfully tone with a stupid smile on his face

" Oh don’t look so pissed off already you know how much some people would pay to see the Michael Kaiser naked on their birthday? " the only thing Kaiser gets from Isagi as a reply is a side eye . Trying his best to keep his eyes at Kaiser’s face

" whatever. Today is all about you! Which is why I’m gonna take you out to spoil you <3 "Kaiser says with a big smile on his face… god Isagi wants to punch him so bad… with his lips

"Let’s get this over with " Isagi said trying to act more annoyed than he actually is

Isagi would be lying if he said he isn’t a little interested on what Kaiser has planned for them today

" what? Are we not gonna have some fun first " Kaiser teased adding a wink to make it worse

‘God I hate love him so much ‘

Isagi thought as he thrown the nearest pillow at Kaiser’s face

…

True to his word Kaiser does spoil him with going to the mall first thing and immediately going to the luxury brands stores in the mall

Getting shorts that are too short shirts that are too tight

the best part has yet to come

At some point they were in a fancy Japanese restaurant eating dinner when Kaiser suddenly pulled out a small red box from out of nowhere

" here’s your real birthday present Yoichi "

Isagi took the tiny box from Kaiser’s hand and opened it with a skeptical look on his face 

When he opened Isagi let out a little gasp at what the box contains 

Inside was a gold chained necklace with a beautiful blue rose at the end

" now we can match " Kaiser interrupted isagi’s thoughts as he looks at the necklace in awe

" since when were you so cheesy Micha" Isagi said with a smirk as he holds the jewel up to his neck

" oh shut up you clown you’re lucky it’s your birthday "

Isaness:

" are the pancakes up to your liking Yoichi?" Ness asked with his head slightly tilted " it’s the first time I’ve tried this recipe"

" hm what? " Isagi mumbled . He cant focus on anything with the piece of heaven in his mouth that is in the form of sweet warm pancakes 

" I asked if you liked your birthday pancakes " Ness giggled a little after saying that

" oh! They’re great! More than great they’re the best pancakes I’ve ever eaten in my whole life! Thanks Lex " Isagi’s voice still a little mumbled with his mouth full

Ness giggle a little more after hearing that . Happy to hear that his little Yoichi is enjoying his breakfast

" got any ideas of what to do on your birthday Yoichi?"Ness smiled with hearts in his eyes as he watched the love of his life absolutely devour his pancakes with no mercy  

‘ it’s crazy to think that two years ago I wanted to skin him alive ‘ Ness thought as Isagi downed the last of his orange drink

" OH! Well I actually don’t know .. " Isagi replied as he circled his finger around the rim of his cup

Well we can do anything you want today. I’m at your service " Ness said as he grabbed some napkins to wip Isagi’s face with 

" Lex stop " Isagi protested against Ness’s napkin assault on his face while giggling " honestly… you being here is enough already "

" OH" Ness’s eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that response " re- really? "

" Yeah … Alexis you being with me is all that I could ever need . You don’t have to do something luxurious be in my service for my birthday. You’re all that i could ever ask for "

Ness was speechless. He was expecting for Isagi to say he wanted to go to an aquarium or a fancy dinner… not this … oh god he’s almost as red as the strawberries that were on Isagi’s plate

" actually.. " Isagi suddenly said making Ness’s thoughts pause " We could watch My Neighbor Totoro together. That’s what my parents did for me on my birthday

" of- of course! Anything for you Yoichi " Ness exclaimed

" Thanks Lex .. I love you "

" Love you too happy birthday Yoichi "

[naishite]

Praying During a Sin

NSFW Diluc!Christian x Reader!Succubus

Warning !!! religious themes, degradtion, and humiliation, and handjob !!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Mondstadts bachelor, Diluc Ravindger, age 22. He could have any women he desired having owning the infamous Dawn Winery and every women in Mondstadt fawning over him and his status.

Crepus, his late father was a Christian. He was a heavy believer in God – such beliefs passed onto Diluc. However for his brother, Kaeya, not so much. Kaeya didn’t have much care for religion, he didn’t even worship or care about Barbatos.

Even with Diluc’s angelic beliefs, it withered away with his fathers passing – blurring his morality and his connection with God.

He knew he could any women he wanted, so why did he crave such a sin? Summoning a succubus would be a far greater sin than just picking up some random girl on the streets outside Angels Share. But for some reason, the thought of sinning by summoning and having sex with a succubus turned him on. It made him incredibly aroused at just the thought.

So there he was, the stoic face that towered the wine industry, now towering over a pentagram for a taste for the forbidden fruit.

Saying and repeating lines in order to summon such a demon, rose scented candles on each point of the pentagram, it was making the tent in his pants even bigger and making him even more impatient.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust arose from the middle of the circle. A being with horns, wings, and a perky tail with the end shaped as a heart appeared. Within the dust the succubus’s glowing womb tattoo glowed within Diluc’s dark room, the atmosphere thick and heavy with arousal.

“So you wish to have me, hm?” she says looking at Diluc intensely, the eye contact shooting straight to his needy pulsing cock.

“Yes… please”, he says feeling guilty and ashamed for the sin he’s about to commit. Diluc’s cross necklace jingles as he drops to his knees, his erection being too far for him to handle. “Was I this hard before? This pleasure is far too much… Did it get worse when this… succubus… appeared?” he thought to himself finding himself staring at the humanoid demon.

She starts walking towards him, a grin stained onto her face as she walks closer and closer toward the suddenly submissive usually stoic man. She towers in front of him, looking down upon the man watching as he writhes in his own arousement.

She places the heel of her boot on his crotch, elicting a sharp mewl from him. “Augh! Mmm… Oh my god…” he whines, tilting his head back in pleasure. “Don’t use God’s name in vain” she says mockingly, entertained and interested in the morality of why a Christian summoned for a person such as herself.

“So needy already? Poor boy… I’ll take care of you don’t you worry”. Diluc bucks his hips into the heel of her boot, his cock swelling and his blissed out expression is an angelic sight to see.

She giggles and releases the pressure of her boot on his cock making Diluc’s breath hitch and let out a whine from the loss of pleasure.

A flash of anger arises from him, “Why would you do that!”. He clutches his fists in frustration, however the fucked out expression from such little pleasure tells a different story. “I wanna make you cum in an even better way. Did you really wanna cum pathetically in your pants? Actually, knowing you so far, you’d probably want that even more”. Her humiliating words send shockwaves of pleasure straight to his cock, making it throb impossibly even further.

“You’re a secret slut it seems, huh? You’d get off to whatever I say to you. You’re nothing but a common whore”.

She gets down to his level, unbuckling his belt and freeing him from his restraining pants holding his cock down. A slight push to his chest to motion him to lay down and he topples over like an obedient dog. “Virgin much?” she says, toying with the tip of his erection laying down on his abdomen. He lets out a wonton moan, already pathetically pleasure drunk on the pitiful strokes to his cock.

“Good boy…”, she praises while stroking his cock lazily. “Ma’am… Ohh… Please do more. I need more please…” he begs as his thighs shake.

Suddenly, Diluc clasps his hands together as if he’s in a prayer.

“Lord… Please forgive me… hah… for I have s-sinned…!” he chants out while moaning. The succubus laughs, “praying during a sin is pathetic… you’re a slut so don’t bother asking for forgiveness and just accept it”.

“No! I’m not! I’m not slut…!” Diluc cries out.

“If you’re not a slut then why are you moaning and crying like one then, hm?”

His pulse quickened with every lazy stroke making his lips parted with drool starting to come down from the side of his lips.

He let out a strangled moan which arose a small chuckle from the succubus eliciting such pleasure to him.

“That’s it Diluc… Be good for me” she purrs.

A sharp whine pierces through the intoxicating atmosphere of the room as her pace gets faster. “Ngh… Faster faster! Please mistress…!!!” he cries out.

“Don’t order me around slut”, she slaps him hard across the face with her free hand. His cock twitches at the sudden contact which makes him let out a hoarse moan as he cums, his disheveled figure crumbling even further as he cums on her torso and on his thighs.

“That’s it… Good boy Diluc”.

[minato-division03]

ARB Birthday Special: Reiaki Suzubayashi

～ June 14th ～

“Rock bottom will teach you lessons that mountain tops never will.”

Login lines

“Happy birthday to the kind soul that’s getting stronger every day. Yup! That’s right, it’s my birthday! Yeah, yeah, it’s technically not my birthday anymore, but oh well! It’s my birthday week! I sure hope I have a good one!”

"I am officially one year older! So Happy Birthday to the great person I am becoming! I’ll do my best to enjoy this next year to the fullest and laugh like never before!”

Voice Lines

“I’ve been traveling overseas to work on an upcoming film— I know, on my birthday, but! The staff and even some of the talents surprised me with cake and presents on set! I had some issues bringing all the presents back to Minato, but I’m here now and I’m ready to just kick back and chill. I already have a video edited and ready to be posted, I have no clients for today… time to take it easy with some of my favorite people on the planet!”

“I even checked my P.O box and I see a flood of presents from fans. It’s so sweet of them! Kinda overwhelming, but I really appreciate the presents! A lot of them are birthday cards, fan art, or really cute plushies! More to add to the collection!”

"Ohhhh? Well if it isn’t the Queen Card! Oh, thanks! Y’know, it’s nice to hear something nice from you once in a blue moon~ Okay, okay, so? Did you need something? Uh… huh? You? Queen Card? Giving me a present? Wait, no, you didn’t have to— Ah… okay… well thank you! What’d you give me?”

“Oh? What’s this? A glass bloody heart necklace? It’s really intricate… really? An anatomical heart? Gruesome… but it’s really pretty! Wha– you made this?! Is that what you’ve been working on this whole time?! Your Majesty! O-okay, you must’ve spent a lot of time on this, thank you!”

"Miku-chan! What’s up? Oh, a present? I didn’t see that coming, thanks! Ah what the hell… do you see me flaunting my money? I’ll let that comment slide, so I wanna see what you made for me.”

"Let’s see~ Hm? There’s skulls, ghosts, there’s faces of… horror movie characters? What even are these? Oh, bath bombs! Geez, you really went all out on these, huh? Thank you! Can’t wait to try ‘em! By the way, the scents that you chose for some of these guys don’t match ‘em at allll~”

Queen Card Lines:

“I hear it is your birthday week. A happiest of birthdays to you, my dear. Oh, come now, that is no way to treat a friend who’s come to pay you a visit. My, I wonder? I had so been looking forward to bestowing a present on this special occasion~ Oh goodness, no, you must take it.”

“A perfect finishing accessory. Do enjoy your new present to the fullest. I crafted it myself, after all. Silence, this is a gift from your Queen. Accept it, that is an order.”

Miku Lines:

"Happy Birthday… Here you go. I didn’t know what kinda gift to give to someone who makes millions… so I made something myself.”

“They’re bath bombs that I made. They’re all labeled, too. This skull one’s scented as achillea— or the yarrow plant, and this ghost one’s thistle-scented, this Freddie Krueger one is vanilla and star anise, the Jason one is pomegranate and guaiacwood, and the Michael Myers one is rose and agarwood. Oh, shut up!”

[ohtheblissx]

By the time John had mentioned his church thing, Hope had passed out. Anything said after that had fallen on knocked out ears as Hope nestled into him further. It seemed that the adrenaline had finally worn off and with her being in the arms of someone she trusted, Hope had fallen asleep rather fast. That was a good thing though, as tomorrow was going to be a big day for her.

—

As the morning sun rose, so did Hope Thorn. She was never one to linger in bed, especially when she had an event to attend to. It wasn’t until she had gotten out of her shower that she realized that John had left during the night. While one might jump to the conclusion of him chickening out, Hope trusted him implicitly and believed he had a good reason for leaving her by herself in the morning.

So with a nonchalant shrug, Hope would make her way over to her suitcase and pull out a simple yet beautiful yellow sundress. It complimented her features and it was the only somewhat nice clothing she had brought with her. Deeming it as her only option, Hope would change into the dress before checking herself in the mirror. While she wasn’t necessarily trying to impress anyone, she wanted to look presentable. Hope would pick her sandals to go along with the dress, as well as the cross necklace her mother had given her. It was a nice, simple outfit and Hope was happy with it. All she needed to do was fix her hair and she’d be set.

Once she finished everything, Hope was out of the doors and in the driver’s seat of her truck. Pulling out the address Joseph had given her, Hope would put it in her phone before taking off. It was a short drive, but it was beautiful.

Arriving at the church, Hope would park her truck and hop out of it. From the looks of it, there were already people in the holy building. So, Hope would scuttle along until she made it inside of the building. It was a beautiful old church that most certainly had its charm, but as she looked around, she noticed that most people there were wearing what appeared to be uniforms. There were some people there though that didn’t share the same attire and Hope could only assume that they were new like her. Figuring it was best to sit down next to the others that didn’t wear the uniform, Hope would sit down next to an elderly couple.

Hope’s presence did not go unnoticed, especially not from the man who stood front and center. His steely gaze watched the woman make her way around the church until she finally found a spot to sit. The man was rather pleased that Hope actually showed up to the sermon. Joseph would continue on with his sermon, but he kept his little brother John in his peripheral.

Meanwhile, the woman that stood behind Joseph along with the brothers had realized that his attention was elsewhere. As her line of sight followed his, it would lead to Hope Thorn. So this was the woman who had been keeping John from his duties “So that is Deputy Thorn, hm? She is as beautiful as the Father said. She would make the most beautiful angel.” She’d whisper to both John and Jacob.

Too Sweet - @ohtheblissx

It was a day like any other for john, the rise and shine grind of stammering out of bed and into his kitchen to use the blender for his morning brew, bliss oil, jimson weed and coffee all ground together with just a pinch of hazelnut for task before he was soon his bouncing and charismatic self. Once the sun had come up, yes he woke before the sun, he had already been clad in a pair of tight skinny jeans, to avoid baggage during baptism and of course he wanted to make sure he looked his best so he had a relatively nice dress shirt, his vest to feel fancier and of course a shit ton of hair gel to keep that mess back in the water. He knew he had a long day ahead, so he grabbed several thermoses to fill his morning concoction for the go and he was out the door, barely beating the morning light.

Most days reserved for baptism had a lot of thought put into it, showmanship, scripts and it was a spectacle to be seen so he knew he had to be at his best. Unfortunately that meant being cracked out of his mind, tearing up the roads of hope county in his beloved car and making an entire ass of himself to the early rising farmers as he’d passed by. Once he was at his usual baptism spot he’d seen his devout workers already hard at work dumping the bliss into the shallow water and creating a natural barrier to attempt to keep it all maintained. He abhorred Faith for her littering, but this was a necessary evil. Eyeroll.

Black boots hit the morning dew-soaked grass beneath his car door, his eyes squinting at the sun beaming over the mountains even despite having his signature shades on, the bliss had made everything so more vibrant. “brothers, sisters.” He sighed out, he was exhausted much like any addict he didn’t sleep much and that attributed to his foul mood, not that he could take it out on any of his followers without joseph reprimanding him. “make sure after you bless the waters you get rid of those containers, and I mean get rid of. If I so much as see a single barrel on the side of the waters west of the henbane.. there will be hell to pay.” He wanted so badly to spit that out more aggressively than he did, but he knew that sometimes people got butthurt and ran back to run their mouths for brownie points, so he settled with clenching his jaw and gesturing for them to commence.

Him on the other hand, he had an entire roster of people who were willing to be baptized and usually they had a few not so willing participants but— today's schedule was cleared. The only thing that he was dreading was the fact that he was expected to be there upon pickup of every participant of the evenings event.

Which meant he had to sit either passenger inside of the van or spend all day driving himself to each location, so to save on gas and his own peace of mind he went with the van. One visit turned into two, minutes turned into hours and as many fake smiles as he had to muster was enough to drive a normal person insane, but john wasn’t normal and he’d spent the entire trip sipping on bliss and taking it easy. Half of the time he was on his phone scrolling aimlessly and trying not to get a boner, but eventually the time had come. They had picked up the final passenger in the van, and the show was about to begin.

Once they had been at the river and everyone had gotten themselves prepared, it was time for John to make his scene. It was only a few minutes before he was about to walk down to the edge of the water when one of his devout followers came up to him to whisper the news, there was a deputy on their way through town and a birdy had heard they were investigating the happenings at Eden’s Gate. There was almost a glint of excitement that washed over him, the dread of monotony was taking a toll on him and this was the spark that he needed to get his motivation back. What better way to have showmanship if you don’t have new fans? Of course part of him halfway expects it to be a yee yee local cop, but regardless of that he was ready to get the baptism on the go. If he could get the majority out of the way before the arrival of the newest victim deputy, it would be a lot less stressful.

[mc-lukanette]

Have you considered writing a "Truth" fix-it with Marinette admitting her secret to Luka? Maybe he could be a confidant like Marianne was for Fu.

Truth was having a terrible, awful, rotten, very bad day. If he could use his powers on the universe, he would've asked what he did to deserve this kind of treatment.

It started with his girlfriend keeping a secret from him concerning her ditching their dates, then escalated to Jagged Stone - who'd been his idol for years - turning out to be the father who abandoned him, and now he was fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir in Marinette's room after he’d been told by multiple people that Marinette’s supposed “secret” was that she was in love with Adrien, as if he hadn’t already known that and they just wanted to mock him.

His civilian self had never been never someone to presume, but now it's all he could do. Marinette must've ditched him because she didn't really love him, Jagged probably never even felt bad about abandoning him, and despite Adrien never even trying to win Marinette's heart, he was just better than Luka in every way, because the rich model with all the connections Marinette could ever want would always outmatch the "guitar boy" who worked a part-time job, lived on a houseboat, and had parents who either kept secrets from him or flat-out didn't want him.

Had it not been for his akumatization working to drive him towards a goal without interference, he would've cried. He wanted nothing more than to wake up and think the whole thing was just a bad nightmare, with dating Marinette just being brief highlights of it that kept getting shot down with a reminder that he wasn't good enough.

He wanted it all to be over.

Chat Noir was still trying to banter with him, but Truth wasn't having it. While going after Ladybug first wasn't ideal, as she was the smarter out of the two, it was easier to get rid of Chat Noir and deal with the heroes one at a time.

Thus, when Ladybug had run across the room to use her Lucky Charm, Truth acted. He managed to grab Chat Noir and throw him into the chest that Ladybug had been hiding in before, then locked it tight to prevent Chat from escaping. That done, he went after Ladybug, who was stunned but nevertheless prepared to fight. Chat Noir being out of the picture didn't impact her ability to fight, but Truth had Pharo on his side to knock Ladybug around when it was too hard to get a spotlight on her.

Finally, he managed to tackle her, her lying on her back and him pinning her arms down. The chest nearby rattled in protest, but Pharo shined its spotlight on it, preventing it from moving anymore.

Truth watched as Ladybug looked around for a method of escape, but she came up empty. Her eyes widened in the realization that... this was it. This was the end.

"Now," Truth said, clamping down harder on her arms as he leaned down, "tell me the truth!"

Ladybug tried to shut her lips tight, but he could see her struggling, her body shaking as she tried to free her arms to stop herself. It was only a matter of time.

Then, her mouth opened, and out came the words, "I love you, Luka!"

He froze, his fingers twitching in his confusion while he could only stare down at her in shock.

"And I'm so sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I wanted to tell you - I always wanted you to know - but I couldn't, and you deserve so much better than a hero who can't give you the time you deserve!"

A cold realization washed over him in form of a shudder. Those words could've been interpreted in so many ways, but he was the only one who registered their real meaning: that Marinette was Ladybug, her "ditching" had been her needing to fight akuma, her keeping secrets had been out of a desire to protect him, and he—

...He had only caused her more problems by getting akumatized, being no better than all those that had interrupted their dates. She loved him, and he gave into Shadow Moth to go against her.

Ladybug continued rambling, oblivious to his internal crisis, "You're incredible, and I just love you so much. I knew you were special from the day we met, when you called me—"

Truth clamped his hand over her mouth, preventing her from spilling any more secrets. He could feel Shadow Moth's influence in his mind, demanding that he remove his hand, but Truth ignored it, just as he'd been ignoring so many of his commands. The energy from akumatization that once made him feel powerful now made him feel disgusted with himself, guilt swirling in his gut and making him regret everything.

He reached up with his other hand, grabbing at his necklace and tearing it off. Ladybug's brows rose at the crunching of his akumatized object, and the last things he saw were the akuma flying free and Ladybug's expression turning to something...

thoughtful.

—————

Marinette de-transformed in a nearby alleyway and headed down towards the Seine, having not yet processed all of her feelings from that day. She had a little time left, given that Luka had quietly asked to walk back home himself, but she’d gotten no closer to clearing her mind since leaving her house. She was still a jumbled mess of "what if"s and "but maybe"s, and ultimately knew that it was going to be a matter of essentially winging it and just saying everything that she had on her mind.

As she approached the Liberty to wait for Luka, she paused as she noticed another figure already standing there. After all, Jagged Stone wasn't exactly someone you could not notice.

Before she could debate on whether to approach him, Jagged seemed to sense her and glanced over to make eye contact. She stiffened, only able to wave awkwardly and pretend like she didn't know why he'd be there.

"Hey, frockstar," Jagged greeted tiredly, his smile not quite reaching its usual lengths. "What are you doing here?"

"Um..." She walked over, standing next to him and staring in the direction where Luka was going to come from. "I need to talk to my boyfriend."

"Ah." It took a few seconds for the words to actually register with him, at which point Jagged turned to her, mouth agape as he grabbed her shoulders. "My son's your boyfriend?!"

She didn't quite have the energy to feign total surprise at the “son” comment, but she didn't have to. Jagged immediately pulled back without really looking at her, regaining his composure just as quickly as he'd lost it.

"You... wouldn't happen to be able to put in a good word for me, hm?" He grinned sheepishly, jabbing at Marinette with a hopeful elbow. "Haven't exactly figured out what I'm gonna say yet."

She was torn between being upset with him on Luka’s behalf and feigning sympathy because it was not only none of her business, but she was in a similar boat and felt like she had no right to judge.

She went with the latter, smiling weakly and jabbing him back. "That makes two of us." Then, she frowned as her nerves came back. "And... anyway, I don't know if he'll want to keep being my boyfriend after tonight."

For once, Jagged didn't pry or ask questions, the atmosphere probably felt even by him. They just stood there, waiting.

After a few minutes, Luka finally walked into view, staring at the ground and seeming defeated. Marinette felt ill at the sight, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her capris to find a sense of stability.

Should she approach him? Let Jagged go first? Or, maybe that would seem evasive, so—

She felt a pat on her shoulder, looking up at see Jagged urging her forward with his eyes. She wasn't sure if she should be grateful or consider him to be the evasive one, but Luka's akumatization was also mostly because of her and thus it only made sense for her to go first.

She ran the distance to get to him, Luka glancing up at the sound of her footsteps and stopping as she got to him. The usual light in his eyes wasn't there, and she had to force herself to even say a simple, "Um... hi."

"Hey." He hesitated, then rubbed the back of his head. "I'm really sorry, Marinette."

"Huh?"

"I got akumatized, and I was in your room when I woke up." His brows furrowed with uncharacteristic anxiety. "I didn't have to hear the song to know what the notes were. I must've gone after you."

Marinette blinked, having not even thought about him feeling guilty over the whole thing. She shook her head, reassuring, "No no! I mean—you told me to run! You didn't go after me, not really!"

She wasn't technically lying; he never sought her out to her knowledge, and even as Ladybug, she'd always had to chase him.

Luka sighed in relief, though his expression didn't change much. "I'm glad."

He met her gaze again. She yearned for the way he used to look at her like he wanted to get lost in her forever, but his eyes soon darted elsewhere as he noticed Jagged Stone standing not too far away.

Marinette tried not to get discouraged, stepping back into his vision and waving her hands to try and divert his attention. "Ah—don't worry about that! Look—" She paused, needing a moment to breathe, then lowered her hands and shifted to seriousness. "Can we talk? And walk? It's... really important."

She couldn't imagine the conclusions he must've been coming to in his head, partly because he didn't voice any of them. His eyes merely searched hers, seeking nothing in particular.

"Sure, Marinette," he agreed.

She managed a smile, happy that she made it this far at least. She reached out to take his hand, but stopped herself at the last second and simply walked past him, Luka taking one look back at Jagged before following after her.

The walk was tense and quiet, the only sounds coming from the evening ambiance and their footsteps. The uncertainty of it all gave her anxiety, but she'd been sure of that uncertainty since she first decided to talk to him about this.

Because, whatever the future of their relationship was, it would be in his hands.

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As they arrived at her intended destination, Marinette heard Luka briefly stop behind her, perhaps processing where she just took them. It was the Canal Saint-Martin, also known as the place where they'd first agreed to date, and now it was potentially the place where they'd break up as well. Marinette vaguely pondered if that would be for the best, like the memories would just cancel each other out and Luka could forget about it altogether if he wanted to.

Nevertheless, she walked over, glancing at the bridge for reference and sitting in roughly the same place she’d been all that time ago. She then tossed Luka a hopeful look, and he walked over to sit next to her.

Steeling herself up, Marinette took a breath, inhaling until she couldn't take in any more oxygen and then exhaling for just as long. At least a little more emotionally prepared than she was before, she finally spoke up.

"I...I'm sorry, Luka. I'm sorry that I got you akumatized—" She saw that he was about to interject and cut him off. "—and I know you don't blame me, but it doesn't matter—I mean—it does matter, but I'm still sorry anyway, okay? You had a right to be hurt and maybe if I'd explained myself better, then things would’ve been different."

He still seemed to want to argue, but was holding himself back so she could continue, which she appreciated.

"It's not that I didn't trust you. If anything, I—I trust you more than anyone else. You've never betrayed me and I know you'd never tell anyone if I told you my secret. You understand me even when I'm being the disaster that everyone laughs at - everyone but you - and..."

She sighed, pulling out her phone and navigating to her text conversation with him. Mentally wincing, she tapped on the photo of her Adrien wall that Ziggy had sent, then presented it to him. He leaned in to make sure of what it was, then looked back at her, clearly not understanding where she was going but knowing it wasn't her being spiteful or rubbing it in.

She said as much, "You don't assume anything, like when you got sent this dumb picture. I know it was obvious that it was an accident, but you didn’t have to go with it and you did. I wouldn't have blamed you if you got mad, but you didn't. Whenever I'm stammering and being an idiot because I'm scared or nervous, you don't judge me for it or think that whatever comes out is what I actually mean. That's so important to me, Luka, you have no idea."

She settled the phone between them and kept the picture on-screen. Her gaze flickered down to it, silently encouraging him to look at it too, then glanced back up at him.

"How much do you know about fashion?"

He tilted his head, thrown off by the sudden question, but answered anyway, "Only what my sister's ever talked about."

"Do you know why fashion trends die so quickly?" When he shook his head, she explained, "Part of it is the over-exposure. When people hear about what's in at the time, suddenly everyone starts wearing whatever it is, so everywhere you look, you see it, and then people get tired of it."

There was a flicker of understanding in his eyes, Luka looking back-and-forth between her and the phone like he was piecing a puzzle together.

She confirmed it for him, "That's why I have so many. I don't feel that way about him anymore - I don't think I ever did - but I just don't know how to act around him. I hate how the whole idolizing thing took over my life and I already tried everything else, so I figured this might work." She groaned. "And of course it blew up on me and you got sent that without any context. Of course."

He gave a look of concern at the exasperation in her tone, but she tried to ignore it, not wanting his sympathy.

"My point is..." She gestured vaguely at the phone. "I stammer about him, but it's not because I'm in love with him, it's because I've never really been his friend and I don't know how to do it. I'm not dedicated to him and I'm getting better at not doing the stuff I used to."

His eyes flickered again and she wondered if he was thinking about that day on the Liberty where she was late to Kitty Section playing, where she ignored Adrien entirely. Just for emphasis, she tapped her phone and deleted the picture, adding on, "I'm only dedicated to you, Luka. I—"

She shifted in place, hitting the wall behind her feet a few times with her heels to ease off the anxiousness. It was so much easier when she’d been Ladybug, though granted that she was under the influence of Truth's spell at the time. She and Luka were dating, yet she was sure he'd ask her to end it, making putting herself out there all the scarier.

"I..." She met his gaze. "I love you." He gaped at the confession and she continued on, "I love you like I haven't loved anyone else before; definitely not Adrien. It's the kind of love that actually makes me happy, and comfortable, and my life is better with you in it."

She bit her bottom lip, hands curling into fists at the tight feeling in her chest. She turned, placing one hand on the ground as she began to push herself up, her other hand landing on Luka's shoulder to wordlessly insist that he didn't have to stand with her, so his gaze merely followed her as she moved.

"But that's the thing." She took a few steps away, back turned to him as she stared up at the sky. Her stomach twisted itself in knots at the words in her throat, but she nonetheless admitted, "I don't think it's mutual."

Luka's voice took on a sharp, offended tone. "Marinette—"

She spun to face him, cutting him off, "—and I know that you're going to say something sweet and heartfelt about how everyone has a place in your life and then something about how bad notes can still make good songs, but... Luka, you don't understand."

She turned away from him again, this time pacing as she counted off events. "Bullies and liars target me, and sometimes that means going after people I care about. I'm clumsy and a stuttering mess and you wouldn't believe the mistakes I made that I couldn't have even seen coming. It seems like I draw bad luck wherever I go; I mean, your mother is one of the most chaotic people I can think of, so you'd think she'd get akumatized a bunch, but it was only the day I showed up that she did. Even the other boys who only loved me for a little bit either got akumatized over it or became an anxious mess until they found out who they actually liked, and that last one would've at least been really useful to think about if I'd just made the connection back then, but I didn't!" She paused, then met his eyes with a pained expression. "And then there's you."

"What do you mean?"

She stopped in place, not knowing whether to be touched or not by the fact that he either hadn't noticed or was pretending not to. Throwing her arms out, she explained, "Things go bad whenever we hang out! I already mentioned your mom, but then there was the ice rink; even without me getting distracted when all you were trying to do was make me feel better, there was an akuma and you probably got frozen solid by him. When we were hanging out on the Liberty, Adrien just happened to show up on that day with Kagami to turn me into a mess, and then Desperada came to make everything worse."

Marinette couldn't remember when she'd started thinking about such things or feeling guilty for everything that ever happened. There was just a point where it felt like she was always apologizing for something, no matter how small it was, and stuff being her fault became par for the course by then.

"Then, both times you got akumatized, it was because of me—and I know you don't blame me, but I'm always involved! You were ready to leave the TV station, but because I tried to put up a fight, Bob Roth threatened me and that was your last straw. Today was the same thing; you were already upset about what happened with your dad and then it was me who sent you over the edge!" She shut her eyes tight, the memories painful to relive. "You're always putting up with me, Luka. You put up with me crying all over you and even dropped your guitar for it, and then you had to protect me from Miracle Queen's mind control! I'm supposed to protect you!"

He recoiled at the volume of her voice, then furrowed his brows, his eyes darting back and forth as he seemed to process something particular about what she said.

"I'm supposed to make you happy, and I can't. Out of all the people in Paris who should be able to keep you from getting akumatized, it should be me, and all I've done is hurt you. You're the calmest person I've ever known and then I came along and gave you feelings you didn't ask for. Sometimes—" She shook, choking briefly on the words. "Sometimes I wonder if it would've been better for you if you never met me."

Luka's gaze sharpened. He didn't reply, but turned fully to her, pushing himself up as if to approach.

However, she stepped back, his look then flashing to hurt. She took a breath, expression determined as she said with her whole chest, "I'm Ladybug, Luka."

He froze, his body going stiff and his eyes blinking rapidly at either the reveal itself or the way she’d so firmly said it.

"I'm Ladybug," she repeated quietly, this time with an ache in her voice, "and I'm telling you not because I trust you—I mean, I do trust you—but I also believe in you; that you wouldn't sell me out to Shadow Moth even with all the mind control in the world. You've always had my back and supported me even when I didn't deserve it, and I want you to know. It's dangerous and I don't know what'll happen and I'm scared but I want you to know it." She put a hand to her chest. "I'm the one who has to save Paris whenever something happens, and that's why I always had to ditch you. I'm the one who messed up and lost you your identity as Viperion. I'm the new guardian of the miraculouses, and the kwami don't even listen to me; they invaded my privacy and it was one of them that took and sent you that picture."

She realized that her vision was staring to blur and looked skywards, trying to fight back tears.

"I-I'm not a normal girl. I can't be a normal girlfriend, or give you everything you'd want out of a normal relationship. It's my fault that you got akumatized because I just—I wanted you. I wanted to be in a relationship and go on dates with you, but Ladybug isn't supposed to want things. She's supposed to be selfless and only worry about everyone else, but... you made me happy, and I wanted more of that. You were the first person I really felt like I could be myself around without being scolded or lied to and I thought it would be okay..."

She noticed him moving and quickly turned her back to him, at least able to let the tears fall now without him seeing them.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I always think I can handle things but then it goes wrong and I end up hurting people. If I'd just gone home the day of the music festival instead of complaining about Adrien not being around, then none of this would've happened." She sighed in frustration, wiping her eyes clean of tears, and she was so focused on forcing her words out that she didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind her. "I-it's okay if you want to break up, Luka. It wasn't fair that I kept you in the dark, and I understand if you're mad, or you want to date other people, o-or if you don't love me anymore—"

Her voice cut off with a gasp as a pair of arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her against a familiar, warm chest that had an unfamiliarly pounding heartbeat. She tried to look up at him, but his hair was shadowing out his eyes and left only his trembling lips visible. In fact, his whole body was shaking, as if it were winter and no amount of layers could keep him warm.

"L-luka?" she called, confused.

"Stop," he begged quietly, the hug tightening briefly to give her a squeeze. "Please."

"But..." She trailed off, acknowledging the request. She'd never heard his voice just break like that.

"You've already sung your part of our duet, Marinette. Now it's my turn." He paused, taking an unsteady breath before continuing, "I'm glad you told me your secret. I know you're worried about me being in danger, but it makes me happy that you can rely on me now. Music boxes aren't meant to stay shut, and you deserve someone who you can open up to, even if I hate that you have to mute yourself in the first place to keep everyone safe."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say that it was okay and it was just her job, but kept quiet to respect his earlier request.

"My life isn't worse because I met you," he murmured, an unspoken plea in his tone that told her to never think that way again. "I felt things with you that I never have before. My song started out as a flatline, then we met and you made it move. Music isn't exciting if it doesn't change but you did that for me. What you might see as bad notes is my passion for you, and I won't apologize for it or make you apologize for messing up just like every person does. I'd never wanted someone before you, and even if you never wanted to date me, I'm grateful that I got to know you; to fall for you."

Marinette blinked in an attempt to stop oncoming tears, Luka pulling her closer for comfort when she whimpered.

"All that mattered to me is when we were together, just the two of us. That's when your melody plays the clearest and when I get to see you. Those two weeks when we were preparing our music video were some of the best two weeks of my life because I got to see you in your element. I've accepted every break in the tempo because I've heard you, I've heard the Marinette you've wanted to be, and I want to be there for every beat of it." Then, he exhaled, adding with a somber tone, "I can't imagine how much pressure you must be under, or how awful things are and how impossible it must be to sing when you can't even take a breath without something going wrong. I just... I want to help you be happy. I don't care what you, your kwami, or anyone else says; you're allowed to be happy, Marinette, and I'd drop a thousand of my guitars if it meant that you get to play happy notes one more time."

She let out a sob, blushing pink as her hands unconsciously raised to rest on the ones around her waist, Luka sighing in content and nestling further against her.

"So I don't want to break up with you, Marinette. Not at all. I just want to find ways to make it easier on you - on both of us - and if that means finding ways of planning our dates around akuma attacks, or not planning at all and going wherever the rhythm leads, then that's what we'll do."

She tried to keep quiet, but couldn't help voicing, "W-what if... what if it doesn't work? What if I have to bail on you every now and then? People will think—"

"I was never worried about that," he retorted immediately. "I'm a Couffaine. My clothes are ripped, I carry my guitar in the basket on my bike, and I live on a boat. I stopped caring about what people thought a long time ago."

He was unbelievable. Marinette didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both. He just held her there, his heart still beating against her back but now serving as something to calm her.

"The only opinions that matter in our duet are yours and mine," he said. His hold loosened, though hesitating like it was physically painful to release her. He let her go nonetheless and held his hands out in front of her, palms facing the sky. "So what about you, Marinette?"

She stared at his hands, then slowly raised her own to hover over them. She breathed up, then slid her fingers across his palms until their calloused fingertips met, neither making any move to pull away.

"I...I want to make it work," she whispered, leaning back against him. "I want to be with you, Luka. I'm at my best when I'm with you. I just..."

She stopped, knowing that he would have an argument for anything she said. If she apologized for the failed dates that she can never fix, he'd argue that it'd be worse to leave things off a sour note, and that not every good song starts out good. If she tried to suggest other people for him to date or imply that it'd be easier with someone else, he'd say that his guitar plays only for her and he wouldn't change that even if he could.

"...I'm sorry," she said, smiling her first genuine smile of the night. "I won't doubt myself anymore."

Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling too. "Do you feel better?"

"Yeah. Do—do you?"

"Yeah," he replied, voice thick with emotion.

Wanting to see his face, she slowly dropped their hands and turned to face him, silently hoping that she didn't look awful from her earlier tears. However, to her surprise, she noticed that Luka's eyes were watery despite his smile, just like her. Realizing something, she raised a hand to her shoulder, where his face had been hovering over ever since he'd hugged her from behind.

It was wet.

"Oh, Luka..."

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him against her. He returned the gesture, squeezing her lovingly and giving her back a few rubs that she responded to with a happy hum. They held the position, the warmth of the hug completely negating the slight chill of the night air.

Even when they pulled away, it wasn't far nor for long. Marinette wasn't sure which of them initiated it, but one moment they were staring at each other and the next they were kissing. It had been long overdue and she idly thought that it was better than she would've imagined their kiss at the cinema to be.

She breathed in his scent, her fingers blindly reaching up to slide into his hair. She almost felt like crying again, though this time in relief that everything had actually worked out for once and they were kissing without interruption. Even though Luka was more subtle in showing his emotions, she could tell that he felt the same from the way his hand on her back shook, practically vibrating with happiness.

The kiss eventually broke with a soft click, though she kept her hands on him for the sake of stability. They were both breathing a little hard from the emotional toll of the conversation yet not necessarily in a bad way.

And the love in his eyes - the life that she missed so much - was back. She honestly thought she wouldn’t have seen it again and she was tempted to just keep kissing him in relief, part of her aware that he definitely wouldn’t have minded it.

It took her a few tries to get the words out, hesitant to break up their wordless exchanges of love. She knew what revelation was waiting for Luka back at his houseboat - maybe he'd already guessed it - and she wanted to be there for him, so she asked carefully, "Do you... want me to come back to the Liberty with you?"

Eyes half-lidded, he gave her a soft smile and gently squeezed her hand. "Yeah. Do you want to sleep over?"

She nodded. "Mm, I'd like that."

Holding hands, they began making their way back to the Liberty, the ambiance of the night finally coming through to soothe them. Marinette glanced down at their joined hands, then at the wide smile on Luka's face, the latter clearly caused by the former.

She looked ahead at where they were walking, pretending that she hadn't just been admiring him. "We could always go out for breakfast together. That might work out."

"That sounds amazing." Luka feigned a look of thoughtfulness. "Maybe Shadow Moth doesn't like mornings?"

Marinette squeaked mid-giggle. "You'd think that'd be the case from the name, huh?"

He chuckled, covering his mouth with his free hand, and the conversation remained light from there. Any bad feelings from the day had evaporated, leaving only smiles and hope for the future in its place.

Everything was going to be okay. For once, Marinette could truly believe that.

[imthepunchlord]

One thing it would be probably funny to see: how do you think episodes where Adrien is the most salted over would be with Felix? Like, Copycat won't really happen because Felinette with the cat = reverse crush, plus Felix would be annoyed, but understanding of Ladybug in Syren and since Felix friend group would be more close knitted, Glaciator also would be a simple outing. Though, him as a model? Pretty unlikely.

Let's see.... mindful, s4 I have hardly watched anything of, so that's going to be more limited and based on what I hear and I haven't been paying attention to a lot of it. Maybe someone else can fill in those cracks?

Season 1

Dark Cupid, Felix would never confess while there's an active akuma about. It's really the worst time and place. Wtf Adrien were you even thinking?

Copycat, yeah nothing would happen. Unless Theo really does something that rubs Felix wrong, he wouldn't do anything and let LB handle Theo, who at the core just wanted to tell LB that he appreciates and admires her.

If Bubbler did happen, Felix would actually let that party happen, but he'd move it inside the mansion and have the attendees trash it just to irk his uncle/father.

Refleckta, Felix would push Chloe off the bleachers if he's next to Juleka and she's trying to climb over Juleka to get next to him.

Antibug, Felix would be right there with his partner in being skeptical of Chloe's claims about Vanisher.

If Volpina did happen, Felix wouldn't immediately trust Volpina and raise a HIGH brow at her giving them immediate commands like she's the one they should answer to. He'd also be incredulous of Lila's lies to him about being a miraculous holder and showing him a necklace to prove it. So hella sus, and him having no patience for it, Lila now hates him in this version. Felix says bring it on. He's ready to throw hands.

Season 2

Collector, Felix would be asking his uncle/father questions about the book and not let that go. Also if Gabriel pulled him from school as a punishment, Felix would go make that public. And even if Marinette lets her suspicions of Gabriel possibly being HM go, Felix isn't going to let that go. He'll continue to snoop.

Prime Queen, he'd be with Ladybug in shutting down Nadja's effort to get them to admit they're a couple.

Glaciator, it depends if he has a crush on Marinette or not. If so, he'd readily attend even if Gabriel said no. Maybe even as Chat if he can't be seen in public. Glaciator would still happen either way cause a girl said no to the man's ice cream. How sensitive can you be?

Despair Bear, that "friendship" with Chloe would still be over at the end. Felix is long done humoring her.

Syren, Felix threatening to quit on a flooded Paris won't happen. He knows the importance of secrecy and if LB has an edge to help, fine. Side note, because he takes things more seriously, by this point, he already knows about Fu.

Frozer the akuma would happen, but not the double dates and him getting mad at LB.

Queen Wasp, Felix is going to verbally destroy Chloe for nearly causing a train accident.

Malediktator, Felix would join the festivity and Chloe would be long gone.

Season 3

Chameleon, Felix wouldn't let that go, join Marinette in getting back at Lila. He'd aim to destroy her while Marinette just wants her to stop lying.

Weredad, Felix wouldn't lead the mood on by getting Marinette a rose and attending dinner if he was planning on rejecting Marinette. He'd clear up that issue ASAP before Tom could get too carried away.

Desperada, Felix would actually use the Snake well and not spend time trying to flirt or tell his partner who he is. So no Snake Luka.

Gamer 2.0, seeing LB stressed and overworked, he'd help her wrap up this akuma quickly.

Puppeteer 2, he wouldn't pretend to be a statue in front of Marinette at all. If anything, they'd go make fun at the atrocious designs of the akumas together and make fun of Hawk Moth.

Chat Blanc, unlikely to even happen. If he found out Marinette was LB, he wouldn't use that info to go date her right away. He'd go to talk with Fu as she is now compromised with his knowing and between the two, she needs to stay a secret. And if they did date, when Gabriel pulls that bs of "you can't date my son blah blah", they'd just do it anyway cause screw Gabriel. And when they fight and Gabriel pulls that "me or her!", it's going to be Marinette hands down. Felix doesn't even like Gabriel. He finally has a chance to punch Gabriel in the face. And if Gabriel makes him Chat Blanc, he is dead. Deady dead dead.

Ladybug, he'd be on the situation ASAP with all the lies and framing Lila was trying to cause to Marinette. Or if it's at him, he's going to destroy her. Two can play at that game, and unlike Marinette, he's down for pulling dirty tricks too.

Season 4

Lies wouldn't happen as I don't see Felix and Kagami dating. He also defintiely wouldn't go in checking on to see if people feel like becoming an akuma cause wtf Adrien.

Hack-San, he'd be suspicious of Scarabella, but instead of going on the attack, he'd hear what she'd have to say then reach out to LB through his baton to hear if she can back this.

Felix wouldn't be bothered about Ladybug relying on other heroes. And he definitely wouldn't be sitting on the couch, sulking away.

[buckysbbyy]

a proper date.

part 1 | part 2

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: bucky takes you on your proper date, then takes you to bed.

warnings: 18+, smut. first date, kissing, pet names, light teasing, light begging, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, reader is desperate, some dirty talk, kind of sub!reader but eh.

word count: 2.5k

a/n: sorry this took so long! i’ve had writers block for so long. but here it is! hope you enjoy!!

my blog and my fics are only for those who are 18 and older

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Finally, Friday is here.

You haven’t stopped thinking of Bucky since you saw him last. You’ve texted so much since then, but it’s not the same as seeing him, feeling him. The way his hand felt against yours, his warmth as you sat close to him. Even beyond that, you’ve gotten a taste of a little more than that. It’s hard not to think about how his lips felt against yours that night. The way his hands grabbed your hips as you straddled him. What you felt underneath you as you grinded down on his lap..

Ding

The noise arising from your phone pulled you from your thoughts. You look to see that Bucky texted you.

“Good morning, doll. Are we still on for our date tonight? :)”

You smiled as you quickly replied. “Good morning to you too. & yes, of course :)”

“Great. I’ll be there to pick you up at 6 for dinner then. Can’t wait, sweetness”

You roll over in your bed, stretching before getting up and starting your day. Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

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You looked at your phone to check the time: 5:55. You’re more than eager and ready to go. You decide to go for a simple, but elegant look. Your makeup makes your best features look even better, your lowcut black dress hugging you in the right places. The dress ends just below the knees, though the slit at the front exposes your legs. A small gold necklace softly sits just above your collar bones, accenting the outfit perfectly.

You hear a knock on your door just as you finish perfecting your hair in the mirror. Your heart beats heavily in your chest as your open your door to see Bucky holding a beautiful bouquet of white and pink roses. Behind them is his tall, broad figure in a navy button down, crimson tie and dress pants. His bright eyes find yours immediately as you smile at him.

“Hey, doll”. His soft lips are pulled into a sweet smile as he studies the way your eyes have seemed to light up at the sight of him.

“Hey, Bucky.” You’re at a loss for words as you look at him. He looks so handsome, the shirt he’s wearing shows off his toned body and his hair is pushed back slightly. He holds the bouquet out, “These are for you. I hope you like roses”.

You take the flowers and bring them to your nose, “Bucky, I love them, they’re beautiful! They smell lovely, too. Thank you”. You lean forward and give him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Let me put them in a vase and then we can go. Please, come in.”

Bucky enters the apartment as you fill a vase with water. He watches you, admiring your beauty. With your hair falling over your shoulders, you look over to him and give a smile that he returns. You finish filling the vase and place it in the middle of the island, placing the flowers in them. “There. Perfect”.

You turn back to him, “Ready to go?” He smiles at you as you walk towards him. He opens the apartment door for you. “After you, gorgeous”. You thank him as you walk through and lock the door behind you.

-

“Reservation for Barnes”, Bucky says to the hostess. You walk to the table, which is placed close to the center of the room. The other tables are full, light chatter fills the soft-lit room. String lights hang from the ceilings, and white tablecloths cover the tables. Bucky pulls out your chair for you and you take your seat.

“Bucky, it’s beautiful in here”, you say as he pushes in your chair. He finds his seat as he smiles and replies, “Only the best for you”. The waiter sets down the menus and asks for your drinks then. You talk over your salads, getting to know each other a bit more as the evening goes on.

“How long have you been in New York?” Bucky asks before taking a bite of his steak. You finish your bite before replying. “About 6 years now. I moved out of the city after I graduated from NYU”. Bucky half-smiles. “Miss the city any?”

You furrow your eyebrows a bit. “Not much. I grew up in a rural area before moving here. I missed the quiet, honestly. The city is so loud and busy. I do miss how pretty much everything you need is walking distance, though”. Bucky chuckles lightly. “Yes, very convenient. I have a place in Brooklyn, but I’m at the compound a lot. I sleep there a few times a week”. You thought about how your place in between the compound and Bucky’s place. “Good to know”.

-

You finished your meals and Bucky paid; you noted how he left the sever a large tip. You walk arm in arm to his car, where he opens the door for you to get in. Your hand is in his almost the whole ride home.

-

“Thank you for dinner, Bucky. I had a great time”. The two of you are standing outside of your apartment door. You didn’t want the night to end yet. You wanted, no, needed to find a way to get him into your apartment. The night has been perfect, but ever since the night at the compound, you can’t stop thinking of him in a more sinful way.

“The pleasure was all mine, doll”. He brought your hand to his lips, looking you in the eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. You exhaled a little louder than you expected, almost like a silent moan. Bucky smirked as he lowered your hand, his metal hand coming to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. His voice is almost a whisper, your eyes meeting as he brings his face just slightly closer to yours. “You’re so beautiful, y/n”.

Your cheeks heat up at his words and he notices. Your hand slowly finds his flesh one, your fingers in his palm as he squeezes slightly. His eyes dance between yours and your lips. His cologne is dancing in the air around you. Slowly, the two of you inch toward each other, eyes slowly closing as your lips dare to meet. You want to break the tension, crash your lips into his in a needy kiss..

You finally feel Bucky’s soft lips against yours. After wanting and waiting for what feels like so long, you finally feel him again. He’s moving so softly, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll break you. Your lips separate slightly just to close again, moving together in an agonizingly slow dance. You feel his tongue against your lips, and then in your mouth, just enough to graze against your tongue and make the heat in your core dip lower.

You break the kiss slowly, just to look him in the eyes and silently let him know that you need him. “Bucky..” Your eyes are closed again as he kisses your jaw. He speaks softly to you, almost in a mocking tone. “Need me to take care of you, sweetness?”. His flesh hand slips under your dress to cup your mound. A moan falls from your lips at the touch. “Mm.. you’re soaked, doll..” He chuckles slyly. “I’ve hardly even touched you”.

You groan and Bucky almost feels sorry for you, knowing how badly you need him. His hand slips into your purse for your keys and he opens the door, following you inside and shutting it behind him. You’re on him again in a second, hardly letting him turn around before your lips are on his again. You’re not slow like him, no, you’re desperate. Your hands find the back of his head, his arms wrapping around your waist for a moment before they find your thighs, pulling them up to straddle his waist.

He kisses you as he walks to your bedroom, luckily, it’s easy to find in the small apartment. He lays you down on the bed gently as he continues to kiss you with more force, tongue and teeth apparent. He pulls away to look at you; you’re breathing heavily, your face is flushed. He runs his thumb over your lips before sitting up on his knees.

His hands find your shoes, taking them off and gently setting them on the floor. Next is your dress, which you help him get off you while remaining on the mattress. “Perfect.. you’re perfect”. His hands run over your bare thighs before slowly stripping you of your panties. “Oh, y/n, god..” He stares at your bare sex and you squirm, needing anything from him to help relieve the throbbing in your clit. He chuckles down at you, a single finger gliding over your wet lips. “Such a needy thing, hm?”.

You whine, “Bucky, please..”. You watch him undo his tie and toss it on the floor, unbuttoning the couple top buttons of his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. He kisses you once again, his fingers running through your folds, barely touching where you need him to. You moan into his mouth, your hips coming off the bed in a desperate attempt for more. Bucky kisses and sucks your neck, leaving hickeys.

“God, been thinking ‘bout this sweet cunt since I saw you last.. been thinking ‘bout your pretty mouth moaning for me..”. You watch him move down your body, kissing your breasts, your tummy, down to the inside of your thighs. “Been thinking about how you’d taste..”. He spreads your thighs, your cunt on full display for him now.

He presses a soft kiss to the hood of your clit and your groan, your hand finding his hair and trying to push him down, only to be laughed at. “Be still, baby”. He finally gives in to you, his warm tongue gliding through your folds, sending shivers through your body already. He focuses on your clit, licking slowly and sucking, moans spilling out your mouth like a river. He hooks his arms around your thighs and buries his face into you deeper, his tongue moving faster on your clit before moving down to prod your entrance.

His nose bumps your clit as he fucks you with his tongue. The sensation is overwhelmingly good, your fist grabs his hair as your thighs begin to shake softly. He pulls away from you, strings of saliva following his lips. “Gonna cum for me, baby?” He pushes two fingers into you without warning and continues to suck your clit. “Bucky! Oh my god yes ‘m gonna cum, fuck!”.

His thick fingers pump in and out of you as his tongue works your clit, sending you over the edge. Your back arched and your legs shook as you felt the pleasure rising, spreading through your body, eyes squeezed shut as your peak hits. Your body goes limp as you come down, hands releasing Bucky’s hair.

Bucky wipes his mouth before coming up to kiss you, the taste of you in his mouth sending a new wave of arousal through you. He pulls back to look at you, his thumb running across your forehead. “You look so pretty when you cum”. You giggle softly at his statement before you palm his hard cock through his pants. He groans into your mouth as you squeeze him gently. “Take these off.. please”. Bucky smiles and lets out a playful huff. “Such a sweet girl you are”. He kisses your nose before complying, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his shirt first, then his pants.

His boxers are strained from trying to hold his throbbing cock in them. You look at him, hair a mess, face pink, unbuttoned shirt showing off his perfect torso. His chest rises and falls as you look at each other. You sit up, your hands finding his jaw as you kiss him sweetly. You help him shrug off his shirt before reaching your hand into his boxers and grabbing his thick member.

He groans as you handle him, moving your hand slowly as you continue to kiss him. Suddenly he pushes you on your back, removing his boxers completely and stroking himself as he watches you spread your legs for him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, y/n”. He hovers over you once more, lining himself up with you. You feel his tip against your entrance, but he’s not moving. “Bucky, please.. need you so bad..”

“Just needed to hear you say it”. He pushes into you quickly, his cock stretching your tight hole. You both groan at the sensation, his vibranium arm grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head gently. “Fuck, this pussy, baby. So fucking tight ‘n warm”. You moan as he begins to move, lips on yours as he dives deep into you.

His hand comes off your wrists and onto your thighs as he sits up, pushing them back. The new position makes his cock hit you just right, his speed increasing. “Oh my god, Bucky, yes!” He fucks you hard, sweat covering his chest and his mouth open, eyes glued on where the two of you meet. “Gonna make you cum ‘fore I fill this sweet cunt up”. His flesh thumb finds your clit where he rubs side to side, making the familiar pleasure rise in you once more.

You let out chants of curses and his name as he hits your g spot over and over while his thumb works your clit. He can feel you starting to squeeze him, and he knows you’re close. He groans at the sight of you and the feeling of your cunt squeezing him. “Make a mess on this cock baby”. The hand on your thigh squeezes you harder as he tries to hold back for you.

Your second orgasm finally rips through you, even stronger than before. You moan and writhe, finally coming down, only one thing on your mind now. “Wanna feel you fill me up, baby, please please please-”. Bucky leans down and kisses you as he finally fills you up with his cum. You feel his cock twitching in you, the warmth of his seed coating your walls.

He moans as he finishes, kissing your cheeks and lips before pulling out and moving you both on your side, facing each other. “You’re amazing”, he says out of breath. You bring his hand to your cheek, holding his wrist as you snuggle into his hand. “And you’re incredible”. You both laugh softly and he kisses your forehead.

“You don’t have to.. I mean, I know it’s a far drive for you, so.. if you’re tired you can stay the night.. if you want”. He chuckles at your nervousness and pulls you into him. “I’d love to stay with you”. You smile and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth against your skin.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we fall asleep, hm?” You nod as he carries you to the bathroom where you both clean up.

-

You fall asleep in Bucky’s arms that night. You’ve never felt like this for anyone. Normally you’d never ask someone to stay the night after the first date, or even sleep with someone that quickly. But Bucky is different. He feels different.

[honouredsatoru]

JJK Characters x You on a date

notes : I tried including Gojo's love for Digimon since I also grew up watching Digimon and loving the anime with all of my heart, also because Gojo's seiyuu, both Japanese and English versions, voiced for characters in Digimon, so I wanna pay homage to the both of them. other than that, I also included my love for arts and history, something I tried to incorporate into my writing, just to make it like.. lilith's style, ya know?

extra notes : also I wrote megumi for Elli, just because haha.

warnings : slight cussing. not proofread lol. other than that, none. 100% fluff!

characters : gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, itadori yuji.

Gojo Satoru - Arcades, vintage shops, especially collectors, especially Digimon, comic book/manga stores.

[Your name]! [Your name!]! Look, look! It's the Digimon Adventure V-Tamer 01 series! All 9 of them! Let's get in!"

"Ahh hold on. Towu! We're supposed to visit the cat cafe, you promised that you would go with me and take pictures with the cat hairband on! And I'm starving!"

You jokingly scowled at him, tapping your Doc Martens feet on the ground, arms folding.

"Fucking adorable. Let me see if I can tease her more, hah." A smirk soon appeared on this blue-eyed darling of yours.

"Let me get the manga and I promise, I'll go to this cat cafe with you, baby. Hm?"

"Oh alright."

"I love you, sweetheart. I know how much you wanted to go there but the manga. I- ahaaaa"

He started pouting as he kept pointing in the direction of the Digimon manga by the window. You quickly opened your camera, taking pictures of him sulking, emitting a soft giggle that actually made his heart squeezed with joy.

He presses his lips against your forehead, thumb circling your cheek, gently squishing them before opening the door, yanking you into the comic book store with him. You vowed to hide the comic books once he goes on a mission. After all, he made you wait a month before the two of you finally get to go to this cafe you always wanted to visit.

"Baby, I can read what you're thinking. Your face shows it too. Hehe. Watch me hide your panties."

Taking in a few gulps of air to deepen your breath, you opened your eyes, to meet the love of your life's own eyes, snickering at you, his large hands on the crown of your head before ruffling your already messy hair. There is no way you can stay mad at this man, as childish as he is, you know he loves you and deep down? He knows you love him too.

Itadori Yuji - Thrift stores, internet cafes to play online games with you, cinemas.

"Candy! [Your name] love! Don't! Make! Me! Ahhh cover up for me! I am gonna lose! I am gonna-"

He turns around to face you with soft eyes, his eyebrows slightly droopy before looking back at the computer, taking in the seconds in his head to register the fact that he lost in his mission with you in Inferno.

"Awww sorry babe. I mean.. you just started playing CSGO, so tell me, why- again- damn it- you wanna- AH. Damn it! Throw the fucking grenade! I mean why you wanna play this game, you need more practice- FUCK YOU."

Gentle chuckles were heard, emitted from his throat, his soft, peach toned lips landed on your cheek repeatedly as he rubbed soothing circles around your back.

"Breathe, bunny baby. You're so feisty whenever you start having online matches. Breathe. I love you, and I don't want you to get your blood pressure rising because of these dumbos, hm?"

Your lips curl into a faint and appreciative smile, nodding while your eyes are glued to the screen, ignoring the fading laughs and snickers from the people acknowledging your mini rage.

"I love you too. If I win, I'm getting us boba and chicken nuggets. So let me fight them, okie?"

"Yes ma'am!"

Megumi - Museums, art galleries, photo exhibitions, aesthetic cafes.

"Oh Gumi bear, look at that! That is the Raft of Medusa, it was done by Thèodore Géricault, he himself interviewed two survivors from the shipwreck."

He looks over your eyes that shine with excitement and pure happiness.

"Art"

Was what he thought every time he laid his sight onto you. God knows that he falls in love with you every single time he is blessed with your presence. Resting his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, inhaling the scent of mixed berries and wild roses, he swore he heard his heartbeat increasing every two seconds in a span of one minute.

"Oh really? What do you think this painting is all about?"

Glancing at him before returning to the painting, you puffed your cheeks, pressing your lips together with your index finger curled on your chin and your thumb under it.

"Lord, she is so cute whenever she does that. Can I kiss her? Should I? No wait, she's trying to tell me her own interpretation of this painting. To me. Oh wow. I'm gonna kiss her... later. I can't interrupt her." That is all he could think of. You. He is deeply, madly, beautifully in love with you.

"In my opinion, it tells me the ways of how men, or human beings, seek out in order to survive. When we are at the brink of desperation, insanity, happiness, greed, lust, desire, wrath, grief, don't we all do things unimaginable to help us go through the day? They even resolved to cannibalism. I think even I would commit to that if I was in an extremely dire situation."

You looked at him, a wide smile on your face, emitting a soft giggle that entered his right ear and stayed within the chambers of his mind. He closed the spaces between the both of you, sealing his lips onto yours, with the intention of making this very moment last a little longer heavy within his heart.

"Art."

Was what you thought of him.

Nanami Kento - Theatres, historical museums, fine dining restaurants.

You squealed, lightly clapping your hands as you ran to a block of marble, your foot tapping against the floor. He chuckles, hands in his pocket, taking fast strides towards you.

"Namnam! Look look! That's the Parthenon Sculptures! It was founded in hm... Athens, yes! If I am not mistaken, around 438 to 432 BC. These sculptures decorated the insides of the Parthenon, it is a temple located at the fortress of the Athenian Acropolis. It is said that this temple was built to appreciate and worship the Goddess Athena, she was the deity worship in Athens. Also, ah ah! Did you know that the word parthénos means "maiden", "girl" or ‘virgin"? And I-"

You look at him, your magnificent lover wearing a dark brown trench coat, with ecru brown trousers and a black turtleneck tucked in, his neck layered with white gold necklaces. Your hand unconsciously scratches your sideburns, giggling at the side of his stoic expression, eyes piercing yours beneath that yellow-green glasses he constantly has on his chiseled face.

"Oh... I am sorry... I didn't mean to bore you. I was just so excited because you know me! I love anything that is related to ancient greek history and mythology. I can't seem to get enough of it and it is absolut-

"I'm not bored, [your name]. I was just paying attention to every single word that pretty lips of yours uttered. It's magnificent that you knew all of this. It shows just how smart, curious, bright your mind and soul is. And darling?"

"Huh?"

"I am lucky to be blessed with someone like you. With Gojo constantly following me, there is no way I can read the books I bought for myself. However, having you around, breaking the ice with your random history tib bits, I feel like I am reading the pages, savouring each word, alphabet, sentence, thus expanding my quest and love for knowledge."

You looked down. Normally, you're not the type to tear up this easily but seeing how this man, this angel of a man, appreciates the little things you loved and adored, you can't help but let the waterworks out. You lifted your head up to meet his gaze, the tip of your nose slightly stuffy. You grabbed his arms, clinging onto him, the difference of height and size makes it sweet to the eyes of strangers surrounding you both.

"Oh Namnam. Thank you so much. This means the world to me. Shall we... go and see the best of Ramesses the Great? I've loads to tell you!"

Nobara - Shopping malls, ferry rides, beach dates, parks with cherry blossoms.

"Baby... tell me, have you ever seen anything as joyous as the ocean?"

You two stood by the seashore, fingers intertwined, your head resting on her shoulders, the sound of the seas splashing against the rocks and the warmth around your foot, it tingled but it feels good at the same time.

"I don't want this moment to end, [your name]."

"Why is that, pretty one?"

A faint sigh leaves her lips, you feeling her body loosen up.

"I just.. school is sort of stressful so my time spent with you liberates me from the pressure, fatigue, and image of curses embedded in my brain. Walking with you... through this airy womb of skies and clouds, don't you know it makes me happy?"

You leaned closer, pressing a soft peck on her cheeks, earning yourself a pair of scarlet cheeks with a gorgeous smile from the one next to you. You turned yourself to face her, hands on her shoulders, bringing her body closer to yours.

"Whenever and wherever you need me, I will be there. I might not be perfect, but I am gonna do my best to be the one you can always count on."

You pressed a kiss on her left cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss on her right cheek.

"I love you."

A kiss to the lips of the woman whom you shared your entire universe with.

"To the moon and back, I love you, Kugisaki Nobara."

The end.

tags : @tojisveryown @sookyshima @megumifushi @sixeyesgojo @sirthisisa-wendys @sasso-oda @fushigurocockslut @nkogneatho @kotarousgf @noritoshiikamo

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble) 

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst 

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe 

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood 

Word count: 4.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.” 

“Well, expect the unexpected.” 

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.” 

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.” 

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses. 

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses. 

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.” 

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace. 

“You do your research for tonight?” 

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details. 

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...” 

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed. 

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks. 

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions. 

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.” 

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?” 

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.” 

“I know. I know.” 

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches. 

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence. 

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.” 

“You think he hates us?” 

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.” 

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.” 

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.” 

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--” 

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.” 

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence. 

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.” 

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac. 

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece. 

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had  wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips. 

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion. 

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.” 

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.” 

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back. 

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic. 

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?” 

“Of course, your Highness.” 

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.” 

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.” 

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator. 

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand. 

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room. 

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later. 

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report. 

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter. 

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.” 

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after. 

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be. 

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him. 

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight. 

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you. 

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass. 

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped. 

“Anything that I should be concerned about?” 

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?” 

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear. 

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity. 

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening. 

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice. 

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line. 

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating. 

“Oh wait...what’s this?” 

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?” 

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.” 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.” 

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.” 

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.” 

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables. 

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.” 

“Should we be concerned?” 

“No. Seems harmless.” 

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man. 

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place. 

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin. 

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.” 

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said. 

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s. 

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?” 

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line. 

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly. 

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.” 

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--” 

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?” 

“Babydoll’s her codename.” 

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.” 

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably. 

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner. 

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.” 

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.” 

“So they really are strangers?” 

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.” 

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?” 

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did. 

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted. 

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words. 

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown. 

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well. 

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave. 

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed. 

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned. 

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.” 

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down. 

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--” 

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner. 

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.” 

“Be careful what you wish for.” 

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key. 

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.” 

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before. 

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.” 

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!” 

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible 

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room. 

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed. 

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might. 

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--” 

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??” 

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip. 

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other. 

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below. 

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!” 

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!” 

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red. 

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom. 

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out. 

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!” 

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame. 

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered. 

“I’ll be down in a second!!!” 

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!” 

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!” 

“FOX! Now!” 

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side. 

“Thank God,” You sighed. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms. 

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?” 

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself. 

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am.” 

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway. 

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful. 

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?” 

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.” 

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--” 

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.” 

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility. 

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!” 

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.” 

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood. 

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted. 

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so. 

Chan whimpered like a toddler. 

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.” 

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!” 

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle. 

“He’s delirious.” 

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.” 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Wooed

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Cursing; Fluff Notes: I watched a supercut of Marcus Pike’s scenes and uh... Yeah. I’m in love? also i’ve never written for this man before so i’m sorry if this is awful Summary: You hadn’t been on a date since you’d started working for the bureau; truth be told, you’d been nursing a crush on Marcus for the last few months. 

When you told him, he seemed… Horrified. You couldn’t believe you were even having this discussion, but, hell, when you’re on a stakeout with someone, you run out of other things to talk about (even after you’d grilled him for the details of the band that he used to be in). Frankly, it was a wonder that it had taken you that long to reach relationships - the two of you had been in that car for nearly three hours. You’d known that Marcus had been married and divorced once; you hadn’t known about his most recent relationship, before he’d moved to DC, though. And after he’d spilled his guts, it was only fair that you do the same.

To you, it wasn’t that odd. The relationships that you’d been in had mostly started as friendships, and had grown to more. They weren’t whirlwind romances.

“So?” Marcus had asked, frowning, shaking his head. “So… So what you’re describing wasn’t, like… Part of the package,” You shrugged. “They didn’t even try?” “Try what?” You laughed. “You know, taking you out, buying you flowers, introducing you to their friends--” “I usually knew their friends already.” “Flowers?” “Allergic.” “Taking you out.” “I mean, sometimes, sure. That’s par for the course no matter who you’re dating, right?” Marcus leaned back in the driver’s seat, watching you, and you turned to eye the house that you guys had been watching. There had been no change; no car had pulled up, no one had come outside. “You’re allergic to all flowers?” You rolled your eyes. “I haven’t given every single flower in the world an individual whiff to make sure, but pollen makes me sneeze, yeah.” 

The two of you settled into quiet again; Marcus’ focus returned to the house, but you could tell that his mind was still elsewhere. “Okay, tell me something,” He said after a few minutes. “Hm?” “Your last relationship.” “Mhm?” “Started as a friend and… Became more?” “Mhm.” 

“Once that happened, you guys just, what, flipped a switch?” You considered this for a moment, then shrugged. “Things were the way they had been, just with a...Physical component. Why are you so hung up on this?” You added, turning to look at him. 

“Cause, everyone oughta be… I don’t know… Wooed-- at least once.” Your brows rose. “Wooed?” You repeated, amused. “Yes. Wooed,” Marcus doubled down, nodding. 

“When was the last time you were wooed?” “It’s been a while.” “So you’re overdue and projecting,” You decided, turning back to the house. “I am not--! I am not projecting. Would I mind it? Of course not, but I’ve been wooed before. You’ve never had the experience, and that is a shame.” You rolled your eyes as the two of you settled back into an easy quiet. “... I bet you’d like it.” “Hm?” “Being wooed.” “You realize if I had a nickel for every single time you’ve said ‘wooed’ in the last ten minutes, I’d have twenty cents?” You retorted. If you had just a touch less composure, you were pretty sure you’d combust. Your very attractive, very available, very nice-smelling boss was talking about wooing in close-quarters. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him again; you could hardly stand the wide-eyed puppy-like way he’d blinked at you before when you’d told him that your ex-boyfriends had never been particularly romantic. But Marcus just chuckled despite your prickly tone. The sound was cut off by his cell phone ringing. You glanced down at it before turning back to the house. “Pike,” Marcus answered. You waited, listening for a few moments. “Uh huh… Thanks, Wallace.” You glanced over at Pike as he hung up. “Did they get a hit?” You asked. “Yeah, Wallace and Fernandez are tailing him now, so we’re clear,” Pike said, setting his phone aside and starting the car up. “Sweet,” You sat up, refastening your seatbelt. You and Pike chatted idly as he drove back to your apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” You pushed down a yawn as you undid your seatbelt and reached back to grab your jacket from the backseat. “Yeah… Hey.” You stopped at Marcus’ voice, turning to look at him again. And damnit, there were those wide brown eyes again. “Yes?” You asked. “Are you busy tomorrow night?” “No, why?” “Lemme show you what you’ve been missing.” If it were anyone else, you’d be convinced that he was putting you on, and you’d shrug it off and laugh. But there was something just a little too soft, a little too sincere in the way he spoke. “...Pike, you don’t have to do this because you feel bad about my supposed lack of wooing--” “Well, maybe my reason is a little more selfish than that,” He shrugged a shoulder, a bashful smile tugging at his lips, “Whaddaya say? No pressure, either way.” 

You believed Marcus when he said that there was no pressure; he didn’t seem the type to make your life hell if you turned him down. Thing was, you didn’t want to turn him down. “Alright, Pike,” You nodded, adding, “Woo me,” Before getting out of the car. -- You wound up out of the office and tailing the suspect with Wallace for most of the following day, so you didn’t need to worry about keeping a cool head in the office around Pike. That was a relief-- you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so antsy. You hadn’t been on a date since you’d started working for the bureau; truth be told, you’d been nursing a crush on Marcus for the last few months. 

The man was sweet and incredibly considerate. He seemed to take notice of the little things about you - how you took your coffee, when you’d gotten your hair trimmed, the fact that you preferred french toast to pancakes (which he told you was just weird). Your time chatting during the stakeout had only confirmed the feeling you’d had since meeting the man: you wanted to get to know him better. You and Wallace were able to pick up the suspect and bring him in for questioning. By the time you’d filled out your report, it was nearly time for you to leave for the night. You knocked on the half-open door to Marcus’ office, holding up your report. He waved you inside. “Wallace said everything went fine,” He said. “No complaints. Guy’s in holding for now.” “Good.” Marcus took your report, but instead of looking over it like he typically did, he looked up at you. “You still up for later?” He asked. “Mhm.” “You sure?” “Uh-huh.” “Positive?” “You trying to talk me out of it?” “Nope. Just checking.” “Where are we going?” “Oh, no. It’s a surprise,” Marcus chuckled, “But I’ll pick you up at seven?” “Seven,” You nodded. -- Somehow you’d thought you’d be less nervous the closer it got to seven. You couldn’t imagine where Marcus was taking you, and you had spent way too long worrying that what you were going to wear wasn’t going to be nice enough, or would be too nice. You didn’t want to look like you’d tried too hard, or like you hadn’t tried at all.

You’d wound up in one of your favorite dresses, a quilted black leather jacket, and a pair of booties. Depending on what you saw Marcus wearing when he answered the door, you could either ask him to fasten a necklace you were considering (which would dress the outfit up a little more), or leave it. You jumped a little at the sound of your doorbell. You took a deep breath, walking over to the door and opening it. Marcus was standing outside in a plum button down, with a dark tie and a dark blazer. He was not subtle in looking you over, but you didn’t take much note of that. You were too distracted by the bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your brows rose. “First of all, you look beautiful. Second of all, before you worry about sniffling,” He raised a single finger to stop you, “I did some research. These are low-pollen, least likely to cause reactions to people that are allergic: Sunflowers, lilies, roses,” he pointed to one of each. You took in the sight of them, the delicate petals of the white roses and lilies, and the splashes of yellow from the sunflowers, and you felt an odd warmth in your chest - one that you were certain wasn’t the result of an allergic reaction. You reached out, taking them from Marcus and looking down at them. You hesitated, before screwing your face up, taking in two breaths and going, “Ah-- Ah--!” You met Marcus’ eye, quickly adding, “Kidding,” and giving Martcus a wide smile, “They’re beautiful, thank you.” 

Marcus put his hand on his chest, laughing shakily. “Okay, you-- scared the crap out of me, jeez.” “I couldn’t help myself,” You teased, grinning up at him, “And you look gorgeous, too.” “Thank you. Now come on, joker,” He chuckled, taking a step back. You grabbed your purse from where you’d hung it on the coat hook by the door, following Marcus to his car. You reached for the door handle, but heard, “Ah-ah.” You raised a brow, taking a step back as Marcus held the door open for you. “Thank you,” You said. “Of course,” He winked before shutting the door behind you. -- You held the flowers in your lap the entire ride, idly running your fingers over the petals. You really couldn’t understand what Marcus had been fussing about during the stakeout, but you had to admit, you were already feeling… Slightly wooed. Not that you’d tell Marcus that... ...Not that you needed to tell Marcus that, you were pretty sure he could tell. Especially when he parked the car. You were hesitant to put the flowers in the backseat, and he’d chuckled. “They’ll be here when we get back, sweetheart,” He’d teased, “Promise. Go on-- And don’t you dare reach for that door handle.” “Better move fast, I’m pretty quick on the draw.”

“So I’ve seen.” -- Marcus had picked an upscale American Bistro - somewhere neither of you had been before. You’d been a little worried that all you’d have to talk about was work. And work did come up, sure, but it was hardly the only thing that was discussed. The time that you’d spent together on the stakeout had gotten a lot of the awkward first date getting-to-know-you questions out of the way.

-- You found out that there was more to Marcus’ wooing game than a bouquet of flowers and some dinner. After the two of you ate (and he paid, though you’d heavily protested and insisted on paying “next time”; you’d gotten a smile from him that was wider than the Potomac), you went on a walk. Your hands had brushed together a handful of times before Marcus had caught hold of yours. It had been a loose hold at first, giving you a chance to pull your hand away. You’d tightened your grip on Marcus’ hand, and his smile had widened, gentle and generous. -- “Okay, this technically doesn’t count toward the wooing, since you paid,” Marcus argued as the two of you stepped out of an ice cream shop with cups in hand. “Maybe I’m wooing you a little,” You retorted, bumping Marcus’ hip with your own, “Thought we agreed you were past due, too. How’s the blueberry?” “Here,” Marcus held his spoon out to you. You leaned up, taking the offered treat and humming, leaning away and licking your lips. “Good?” “Tasty.” “How’s the cinnamon?” You held your spoon up to Marcus, smiling as he took his time taking a taste. He hummed. “I like blueberry better,” He said honestly. “Figures. Weirdos that prefer pancakes sure do have odd opinions.” “Alright, you’re cute, but you will not get away with insulting pancakes, sweetheart.” “Just saying, I’ve never met a pancake that I’ve liked.” “We should fix that.” “You’re just out to fix every single wrong in my life, huh?” “If you’ll let me.” “I’ve got a wobbly coffee table, you gonna fix that next?” “I’ve got a newspaper in my car that’s a couple of days old, I’m sure we could balance it out.” --

He walked you to your door, too. Dating wasn’t new to you, and what Marcus was doing may’ve been a bunch of… Seemingly little things, but you could feel the difference. “So?” Marcus asked as the two of you neared your front door. You looked up from your bouquet (you were still stunned it hadn’t made you sneeze yet) and raised a brow. “So?” You returned, stopping on your doorstep. “Was I right?” He raised a brow. “...You were not wrong. Wooing is severely underrated… And you’re freaky good at it, dude, I mean-- You should be teaching a course.” Marcus laughed, head ducking bashfully. You smiled, biting your lip a little. “I am glad you enjoyed it. And I appreciated the fact that it wasn’t one-sided,” He peered down at you from under his lashes, stepping a little closer, “Though there is… Typically one more component to wooing.” “Oh? Something you managed to forget or something we just didn’t get to?” 

 “Just didn’t get to,” Marcus backed you up against your door frame, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “And what exactly would that--” You started to tease. You didn’t get to finish asking, which was fine - you kind of already knew the answer, had kinda gotten the hint already, but it kinda didn’t matter. Marcus had been generous all night - with his time, his touches, his smiles, his winks. He was just as generous with kisses. It felt like just a whisper at first - a caress, barely. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes falling closed as Marcus tipped his head to the side, brushing his lips more firmly against yours. You leaned up, chasing the touch, and heard yourself sigh as his lips pressed to yours. You raised a hand from his bouquet, sliding it around the back of his neck. You melted a little as you felt Marcus hum against your lips. You opened your eyes as Marcus leaned away. You licked your lips, tipping your head back against the door frame as Marcus looked down at you with dark, hazy eyes. “Would you, um… Would you like to come inside?” You offered. “Was my wooing that effective, or is this still about your coffee table?” Marcus asked, sliding his hands down your shoulders. “Well, you did leave that old newspaper in the car.” “Oh, I can go grab it,” Marcus offered, taking a step back. “Get back here!” You laughed, gripping him by the collar and drawing him back in for another kiss. 

[ebonyslasher]

Valentine’s Day

Here’s some slashers reacting to their first Valentine’s Day with you!

There some 18+ content under the cut. Please enjoy!

Surprisingly he knows what Valentine's day is, he just never paid attention to it. He didn't like it even love anyone before you came so there was no need.

However, he has you now. So that means.......get something I guess?

He doesn't even know it's coming up until he starts seeing commercials for it

You're not expecting anything from him, you already have a lil somn' somn' planned for him later that day

He doesn't really feel obligated to get you anything. He gets you something just cause.

He comes home with a plastic bag full of chocolates and other candy he stole from the store. Also a nice necklace he got off an old woman he 🔪

You get some bunny style lingerie that will raise those eyebrows

You come into the living room with it on. Michael whips his head right at you and immediately stands up. Eyes wide in disbelief

"Michael...arent you gonna come get me?" You turn around and shake your ass from side to side and then start to coyly run away from him

Oh so you want a chase? He's gonna get that ass.

You don't even get to try out anything new in the bedroom😢 he was digging in them guts so hard that you couldn't breathe half the time

Knows that it's coming up but doesn't say anything about it

Acts nonchalant about it. Even when you try to throw hints out he's just like "Hm okay"

🙄🙄🙄like nigga do you even hear me?

Asa does and he takes mental notes on what you say. He also does some digging in romantic date ideas on the web

He decides to cook you dinner! He also sets up the dining room in for your date too. All while you were out.

You come back and see what he did and you say, “awwweee babe!!!”

He gives you a rare rose that he's preserved for you

You go up to the bathroom afterwards to out on the new lingerie you got while you were out

You come out looking like dessert and he was ready to dig in

He comes up to you breathing a little heavy, touching your boobs with one hand and slowly going down to your hips

"Y/n....I want to fuck you so bad. Get on the bed."

Yessir ❤️😜

You two try out wax play for the first time during that fuck session. It’s definitely a repeat

Just like Jesse to have shit ready, he's already planned out everything. He's too perfect

It's planned to the T, he even has the time frames by each activity lol. It's like those school trip itineraries.

He hides it from you partially because he wants it to be a surprise. But also he doesn't want you clowning him lol it’s all out of love tho

Basically that day starts off with you waking up to breakfast in bed -> sends you shopping -> takes you out to eat-> gives you your present-> goes home to have wild and crazy sex

Speaking of your present, he applied for a birkin bag that he saw you looking at back in New York. The owners already knew him so he was able to get what he wanted pretty fast.

He also knew that you were gonna get some lingerie but he didn't know what type

When he sees you, instant daddy mode. He's very eager to boss you around, starting with ordering you to suck him off

You deepthroat the shit out of him, slobber all down your chin and on the floor. Your eyes were burning from the years running down your face.

He comes in 4 minutes. He couldn’t outlast them dick sucking skills

Definitely knows it's coming up, he can feel it in the air.

He's had to deal with couples renting out the cabin to have sex...to which we all know what happens next

So he doesn't really like Valentine's day. He likes the idea of it though, he’s had a few daydreams here and there about it.

He goes to spy on the couple that pulls up the day before. He sees the "just married" written in red on the back of the car and decides to leave them alone and let them live

Which means he can focus on you! Oh.........wait he needs to focus on you now 😰 . He realizes that he doesn't know what to do

He scrambles to find out a way to celebrate with you. It hits him just as he runs into a tree during his frenzy. He'll do a romantic picnic!

He goes all out for it too. He covers your eyes and leads you there to show you the most beautiful set up you've ever seen

You go back to the cabin and tell him that you have a surprise for him too.

You go and get changed into something your ordered a few weeks ago.

He's surprised and blushing like crazy. He's still new to sex so he does feel a little embarrassed

He does get into it more when you start rubbing and kissing on him.

"You wanna submit to me? Hold on for a minute...I got you something"

He gets on his knees like a good boy and waits for his present. Which is a lingerie set for him to wear too.

The evening is filled with you both trying out some soft bdsm and love making

[daryldaddydixon]

Wooden Roses

Hi guysss! So second fic... I hope you guys like it 😅 it’s inspired by the end of the head canon I wrote just the other day and the necklace that I impulsively bought because of said head canon.. anyways enjoy!

Summary: After finding a rose bush on a hunting trip with Daryl he gets an idea and gives you something you’ll cherish forever.

Warnings: shy Daryl and teeth rotting fluff

This is the necklace I impulse bought that helped inspire this fic... shout out the beautiful soul who I bought it from on Etsy!

Daryl Dixon was never one for sentiment. Growing up with an abusive father and less than sensitive, jackass brother didn’t really make the best environment for one to express emotion. When you first met the redneck he had found you running from a walker as he was driving with Merle, trying to find a safe place from the dead. You saw their truck and followed it screaming and begging to be let on. Lucky for you, Daryl was behind the wheel. He slammed on the breaks and yelled at you to hurry so you immediately hopped in the truck and he drove off once again, leaving the lone walker behind.

He was the only one to really speak to you once you arrived at the quarry. When his brother wasn’t around he would always ask if you needed anything and if you did he’d find a way to get it for you. You were always surprised by how quickly Daryl could switch between the soft, caring man you came to know and the hardass redneck he was around his brother. As much as you hated Merle you were still there for Daryl when he, Rick and the others failed to find him in the city. He came to you that night and just let you hold him. At the time Daryl still wasn’t accustomed to physical touch and affection so he didn’t hug you back but you knew him well enough to know that he still didn’t want you to let go.

By the time you and the group reached the prison you and Daryl were inseparable. You considered the two of you to be best friends, even though you secretly wished for more. Little did you know he wished the same but he would never be able to admit it.

One day Daryl decided to go into the forest to see if he could hunt something for the group to eat and you offered to go with him. He was never able to say no to you so there you were. You followed him through the woods trying your best to mimic his quiet steps so you wouldn’t scare off any potential game. The idea of staying quiet quickly disappeared when you saw a single wild rose bush in a tiny clearing. It’s seemed like a miracle, a sign of hope, that you found such a beautiful specimen in the middle of trees and darkness. You gasped at the sight of it.

“Daryl,” you placed you hand on his shoulder, “look!”

He looked in the direction of your pointing finger and saw the bush, but his focus was on the way his shoulder tingled under your gentle touch.

“Isn’t beautiful?” You ask wandering towards the bush.

“Yeah,” he grunted out. But he wasn’t looking at the bush, as cliche as it was he couldn’t help but look at the happy expression on your face when agreeing with you.

You walked up to the bush and ran your fingers along the blood red petals before remembering why you out in the woods to begin with.

“Sorry, I just got distracted by them,” you laughed, “let’s back to finding that buck.”

“What makes ya so sure we’ll finda buck?” Daryl asked with a smirk in his voice.

“I have faith in you,” your response left him speechless yet again. He never heard that before.

You walked away from the roses, resuming the path you had been on before and Daryl followed. But not before taking one last look at the beautiful plant.

Later that day you arrived back at the prison with a buck in tow, just as you predicted. The group celebrated the big game knowing it would keep them going for a few more days. You had hoped you would see Daryl at diner to enjoy his catch but much to your dismay he was gone. You asked Carol if she knew where he was was and all she knew was that he had disappeared after helping to prep the buck to be cooked. After diner you wandered back to your bunk, sad that you weren’t able to say goodnight to the man you were in love with.

You didn’t see Daryl the next day either. Rick told you that he saw Daryl take off on his bike early in the morning. You began to worry. Why didn’t he tell you? Did he suddenly decide that he didn’t like your company on runs and hunting trips anymore? You spent the day wandering around the prison hoping to catch a glimpse of the redneck but he seemed to have disappeared completely and you began to worry for different reasons. What if walkers got him? Or another group? Those worries were quickly put to rest as you saw Daryl ride up to the gates. You ran out to meet him.

“Daryl! Hey, where have you been?” You asked.

“Out, I just needed some stuff.” He brushed past you and ran to his cell leaving you hurt. Had you done something wrong? You went to bed that night with an aching heart. Maybe Daryl had caught on to your feelings and started to distance himself because he didn’t feel the same. You mind raced at a million thoughts per minute as you slowly drifted into a restless sleep.

Little did you know, in the next cell over, Daryl was working away on a small present for you. After seeing your reaction to rose bush he had been aching to see that huge smile on your face again. But this time he wanted to be the reason behind your glowing smile and hope filled eyes. It took all night but after many hours, and small cuts on his fingers he was done. When the sun started to rise he snuck into your cell and left his present on your pillow next to your head with a note.

A little while later you woke up to a floral scent. Lifting you head from your pillow you saw the most beautiful carving you’d even seen. It was a small rose, the size of a penny, carved out of wood laced on a black leather string. The string had two slip knots to adjust the length. And next to the necklace was a single rose and a gum wrapper with a message.

(Y/N), sorry for not being around. I was making this. I hope you like it. There’s more. Meet me in the court yard.

-D

You practically leapt out of bed after securing the necklace around your neck and raced out of your cell, note and rose in hand. You ran out of the prison doors and saw Daryl sitting on top of one of the tables smoking a cigarette.

“Daryl?” You walked up to him. He turned around and quickly put out the cigarette knowing how you felt about them. He was always conscious not to smoke around you even though you promised you didn’t judge him. You smiled at the gesture.

“Did ya like it?” He asks, not able to look into your eyes. You walk up to the table and stand in front of him, between his legs. Gently grabbing his face, you push his hair away from his eyes and look directly in them.

“Daryl, I love it. It’s so beautiful, how in the world did you even make it?” You question in awe. The look on your face is enough to make Daryl’s heart melt.

“I’d work with wood every now and then back before all this.” He answered plainly. Almost as if anyone could manage to make something so small and intricate with knives and other odd tools around an abandoned prison.

“I love it,” you repeat, “thank you, Daryl. Thank you so much.” You leaned into him and gave him a hug. You smiled as his arms snaked around your smaller form. It took awhile but he was finally comfortable enough with you to hug and even cuddle with you sometimes.

You slightly pulled back so you could look at his face. “The note said there was more?” You asked wondering how there could possibly be more to the already amazing gift he had given you.

“There is,” he gently moved you aside and got up. Placing his hand on your back, he guided you to the grassy area of the yard and gestured at a small mound of exposed dirt. “I went back ta the rose bush ya found and took some trimmings from it so ya could have yer own rose bush right here.” He explained.

You felt tears build up in your eyes and once again you throw yourself at the archer hugging him tighter than ever before. He reciprocated your touch, holding you against him. Daryl could never get sick of your touch even if it sometimes startled him and he was shy to ask for it. You mumbled “thank you” into his ear a million times before pulling back.

When you pulled back you looked into his eyes and saw something you never saw before.

“Daryl?” You asked feeling an odd surge of confidence.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss y-“ you weren’t able to finish your sentence as Daryl pressed his forehead against your own. He was going straight for the kiss, but he got nervous at the last minute. Just as he was about to run away from embarrassment you finished what he started and pressed your lips against his own. The minute your lips touched it was like a nuke went off in both your brains. What started as a soft, tender kiss became slightly heated and you both pulled away when you need to take a breath.

“I care about ya, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“I care about you too, so much,” you replied.

And there you guys stood in each other’s arms for the next few moments sharing tiny kisses and admiring the gifts he had given you.

Yeah. You were in love. And so was he.

[mariustears]

2.5k words of Marius angst + mild Marius x Rosa. The fic is inspired by this post.

Forever

A word so full of lies, that even the best liar couldn't make it believable.

Marius stands in a room. It's dark and empty, at least he assumed it to be. He couldn't remember how he got there. It didn't seem like there were any windows in the room considering that he would probably be seeing some sort of lighting coming from the outside if there were any, even if it was night outside. Was he in a basement perhaps?

He took a few steps forward, then a few more. He couldn't tell where exactly in the room he was, or how big it might be. It was even hard to see the silhouette of his own hand in front of his face.

"-rius!" A voice? It sounded familiar, it sounded like the voice of someone he could only vaguely remember and yet it sounded like he knew it as well as he knew his own voice, a part of him, long forgotten.

"Marius! There you are!" Marius turned around, even if there was someone in the room with him, he couldn't tell. The voice came from all sides but it was as quiet as a whisper.

"I was wondering where you went. Don't just go running off like that, I'll get worried!" The voice got louder but it was still so far that Marius feared he would miss the words if he dared to answer. But even if it was louder, Marius didn't know who it was, it could be his kidnapper for all he knew. How big exactly could this room be if the voice was this quiet, and what did they even mean?

"Look, I found a chrysanthemum in the garden. They're pretty, right? Someday I'd like to own my own flower garden and plant the prettiest flowers!"

Marius remembered. Giann. When he and Giann were children they liked to play in the garden together. Giann loved flowers and liked showing Marius the ones he found especially pretty, sometimes even hoping that Marius could draw them for him. But how did he hear them now? Giann was gone… but then how could he hear his voice so clearly now…?

"Who are you! Don't play tricks on me, show yourself!"

The lights in the room went on but due to Marius' eyes having adjusted to the darkness that previously engulfed the whole room, he was now blinded by the sudden brightness. It took him a few seconds until he could fully open his eyes again but he couldn't believe what he saw after opening them.

Marius was no longer standing in the odd room, he was now standing in the middle of a beautiful garden. It was his parents' garden. He looked around a few times, repeatedly opening and closing his eyes in confusion. This wasn't possible. How-

"Hey, Marius…" Marius turned around towards the voice. It came from a boy sitting on a white bench nearby a giant fountain. It was Giann. He was looking towards the fountain, or more specifically towards the boy who was sitting on the fountain with his feet dangling in the water, Marius. "... remember when I told you that I'd like to own a flower garden in the future and plant all the epiphyllum in the world for mom?"

"Promise me you'll take care of it when I someday won't be able to anymore, okay?"

The boy at the fountain turned his head towards Giann, seemingly not believing what he just heard. "Don't say something like that! You'll take care of it forever! You can't just leave it all in my hands… I don't even know how to take care of flowers..."

Forever. Oh how he wished that their forever would have been just a bit longer…

"Well, maybe you should listen more to what I tell you then! I've explained it to you so many times already!"

Giann stood up and walked towards the fountain, he stopped next to the boy in the fountain with a grin on his face. "Giann…? What are you doing?"

"You just have to water most flowers every once in a while, just like…"

Giann put his hand into the water and…

*splash*

...splashed a generous amount of the water into the boy's face. "...that!" and after finishing his sentence he ran off, deeper into the garden, in hopes that Marius wouldn't be able to catch him, as he knew that the consequences of his actions would be bad if he did end up being caught.

"COME BACK HERE!"

The lights went back off, and once again, Marius was left in complete darkness. What was that? How could he see such a distant memory so vividly even after all those years?

Minutes went by, minutes that felt like hours, minutes that were spent thinking about what he saw. "Forever." It wouldn't leave Marius' mind. It was such a simple thing said by children who did not know that there was no forever for anyone.

Marius had always promised to protect Giann, while Giann had always promised to protect Marius. Forever.

But there was no forever for them. Marius had failed his part of the promise. Marius had failed to protect the one he spent his whole childhood with. The one who always believed in Marius' dream of being an artist. The one who had been there for Marius until the very last moment. And he failed to do something as simple as protecting him.

Marius' legs gave in and he now found himself kneeling on the ground, tears slowly but surely making their way onto his cheeks.

He lost track of time eventually. How long did he spend on the ground? He didn't know.

Marius stood up, his legs had fallen asleep at some point and with no wall being nearly to support him he was struggling to stay up.

Suddenly, the little vision he had was gone again and he could feel something being held in front of his eyes.

"Buh!" The object in front of his eyes was gone again and he was suddenly standing on a busy market street with many vendors having small tables set up with their wares. Someone took his hand to spin him around and the contact made him realise that the object in front of his face must have been two hands holding his eyes closed.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? I'm sorry… I was stuck in traffic for a while…"

He turned around with the hand guiding him and...

...Rosa? But how-

"Hey, is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

You were back? But this couldn't be, both you and Giann were-

"Where have you been? I was worried for you! I… I thought that you were…" Marius finally managed to say something, but his fear and worry had made his words come out louder than he wanted them to be.

Rosa looked back at him, unsure how to respond. "Marius I was just stuck in traffic, I'm sorry that I worried you. I should have messaged you when I had the ability to..."

"No it's fine, I'm sorry I was just a bit lost in my mind and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly, don't worry about it."

It didn't seem like Rosa fully believed what he said, but he couldn't come up with anything better to say.

"Hmm alright... should we check out the market then? Don't tell me you also forgot about the reason we wanted to meet up here!" Rosa laughed, it was that beautiful laugh that Marius had almost forgotten the sound of.

"Of course not! How could I forget!" He took her hand in his, the comfortable warmth of her hand spread over his whole body, until it reached his heart. He missed this, he missed seeing that smile, hearing that laugh and most importantly, he missed her. But why did he miss someone who was only gone from his sight for maybe a day?

Marius and Rosa walked through the Market until they arrived at a specific vendor. They sold jewellery and small handmade trinkets. Their wares weren't of the cheap sort but the quality looked to be quite high too. He saw Rosa stare at a special necklace, it was a golden chain with a golden rose attached to it. The gem in the middle of the rose seemed to be a ruby.

"Oh, Miss! Would you be interested in the necklace? It's quite pretty, don't you think? I made this necklace with the idea of young love in mind. The ruby represents the new found love, while the rose surrounding it represents the strong bond that will hold the love together for as long as you take good care of it."

"Ah, it looks very pretty but I'm sure it's not cheap… especially considering the hard work that you must have put into it!"

As much as she tried to keep her eyes off of the beautiful necklace to look at the vendor, Marius could see that she liked it.

"I'll buy it."

"Marius no, it's fine! You don't have to-"

"It's an apology for earlier. Make sure to take care of it well so our love doesn't wither, okay?"

Rosa turned away from him but it was too late, Marius had already seen the slight pink hint on her cheeks.

"What a wonderful choice! And because you two are so lovely, I'll even give you a discount." The vendor was an elderly man, so it didn't feel fair for Marius to take a discount, especially not considering that he had handmade all of his jewelry.

"There is no need for a discount, I don't mind paying the full price. Your jewelry is high class compared to the necklaces you can buy in stores nowadays, I admire your work." The vendor looked happy to hear the compliments, Marius felt bad that he had to sell his works so low but he knew that it was hard to sell jewelry that didn't have a name associated with it.

Once Marius had paid for the necklace, they both made their way through the rest of the market. They had bought a few things like clothes, vases and other handmade things.

"Stand still for a moment." They were now on a less busy street, the perfect moment for Marius to finally put the necklace on her. He let go of her hand and checked through their bags to check where it was.

"Hm? Is there something wrong?" Rosa stood still with a confused look on her face while Marius grabbed the small box with the necklace from one of the bags.

"Nope, just wait and see." Marius stepped behind her, opened the small box, and gently put it around her neck.

"How does it feel?"

Rosa held the rose shaped piece in her hand before answering, "It's beautiful… thank you."

Marius walked in front of her to see for himself, she was right. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the person wearing it.

"Almost as beautiful as you."

"Marius von Hagen!"

"What? Can't I tell the truth?"

Marius loved moments like these with her. Moments where they could laugh together and where he could see her face slowly getting that nice hint of pink that he found so pretty on her. He wished they would never end, perhaps even that they would last forever.

They continued walking down the street until they could hear a voice screaming for a thief, a man dressed in dark clothes ran past them while an elderly woman tried to follow. "Please help me! He stole my purse!" She screamed towards the two.

"Wait here, I'll catch him!" Marius put his bags down and ran after the man without looking back. The man was quick but he didn't seem to know the area very well. They ended up at a dead end eventually, the man managed to jump over the wall thanks to a dumpster in front of it but he seemed to be tired of their cat and mouse game and dropped the purse before disappearing.

Marius went back to the street where he left Rosa and the woman. He felt bad for just running off without saying goodbye but every second counted and he would see her again once he was back anyway, right?

He was almost back, just one more block before he would be back. But then he stopped in his tracks. Marius could hear sirens and they sounded like they were coming from… no…

Time stood still. Marius felt sick, as if he knew something was wrong. This was for something else right? A lost cat in a tree, or maybe the woman called the police because he took so long? That had to be it. Yes, he was just overreacting.

Marius ran around the block, there were two police cars standing at the street he had left them at. He could see the elderly woman but… where was Rosa? She was surely just behind one of the cars, right?

"Ma'am, so you went to the store on the other side of the street to call the police and then she..." Marius could hear people talking once he came closer but he couldn't make out much of what was said.

"Sir, we can't let you through here." A police officer stopped him. Marius felt dizzy. He could see their bags laying on the ground. Where was she?

"Where… where is Rosa?"

"Rosa?"

"The young woman with brown hair who was waiting here for me with an elderly woman! Where…" Marius could see the elderly woman talking to an officer until she noticed him. She pointed towards Marius and then walked towards him with the officer.

"He is the man who chased the thief for me! He was walking down the street with the nice lady!"

"Where is she-"

"Sir, please calm down. I'll explain everything to you."

Marius was let through by one of the officers and told to follow the officer who was talking to the elderly woman.

"So Ma'am, you've stated that he had followed a thief who had stolen your purse, correct?"

"Yes, he…"

Marius couldn't concentrate. He kept looking towards the bags, towards where she should be standing, waiting. He had gone through this exact scene before. He had lost her once before. This was another memory.

He walked towards the bags, ignoring the officer telling him to wait. There was an alleyway nearby that he hadn't noticed when they walked on the street together.

He took a few steps towards the alleyway. There was something shimmering in the small sun rays that had found their way into the dark alleyway. He walked towards it.

It was the necklace. A golden chain with a rose attached to it and a ruby in the middle. It was ripped apart, possibly broken in a fight.

Forever. He had once again wished for a forever. And once again it was taken from him.

Marius kneeled down to pick up the necklace and when he looked up, he was back in the darkness.

Once again, he couldn't protect the person he promised it to.

Once again, he had failed.

Once again, he had lost someone he loved.

Once again, he was sitting on the ground, the tears now slowly falling onto the rose.

Marius opened his eyes after a few moments, or was it hours? He didn't know.

He was now in his bed, looking at the ceiling. It was a dream, all of it.

A dream that will forever haunt him. A dream that will forever remind him of his failures.

Forever. A promise that will eventually break into tiny pieces, no matter how hard you lie to yourself.

[k-llama-llama]

The Launch

BTS AU: 8th member

Sumi x BTS

Sumi’s launch party.

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“I think I’m going to pass out.” Sumi held a hand to her chest.

“Please don’t.” Changkyun rubbed her back. “The photographers just got inside.”

Sumi took a deep breath. “Do I look stressed? Do I look okay? Because I feel like I look stressed.”

“You look gorgeous.” Changkyun promised. “Now, give me a kiss and get out there.”

Sumi nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and then hurrying out from behind the banner where she’d been hiding.

The launch party had seemed like a good idea at the time, because it was a chance for more exposure for her line. But then the press got involved, and there was a pink carpet that all of the guests were walking down. And the guests she’d picked, like her friends and other idols, were now being chatted up by magazine people and fashion brands.

She’d managed the pink carpet, and been okay as the guests slowly trickled inside after her, but now the press was inside as well, and she knew she had to go take pictures with people.

She watched Changkyun sneak out on the other side of the banner and walk over to where Monsta X was. She wished she could follow him, but instead she headed through the party towards the photo wall.

She was rather proud of the decorations. Everything was done in rose gold and white, and there were glass cases everywhere displaying her jewelry. The snack tables were covered in tiny foods, and there was champagne going around as well.

“Eonnie! You look amazing!” Someone caught her arm.

She spun, finding Tori holding her elbow. “I didn’t realize you were here already. I would’ve come to say hi.”

“I just got here.” Tori promised, before holding up a hand to show off her By Sumi earrings. She wasn’t giving the stuff away, but she’d gifted some to each member of Pandora, just because she could.

“You look beautiful.” Sumi smiled.

“And you do too. Totally showing everyone that this is your night.” Tori grinned.

Sumi looked down at her dress. It had taken her weeks to pick it, but she was sure that she’d made the perfect choice. The body of the dress was a tight, solid navy blue, but it had a sheer overlay that made it look like it was covered in silver stars. The puffed sleeves were made of the sheer material, as was the long train of the skirt. She’d pulled her hair up, showing off her earrings and her necklace.

“You need to go take pictures.” Tori pointed towards the photo wall. “But I’ll see you later.”

Sumi waved goodbye to her, before making her way towards the photographers. The second she stepped close, she was grabbed by both her group manager and her brand manager.

“We’ve got lots of solo pictures.” Her brand manager, a woman in her forties that Sumi had personally hired. “Can we get some of you with your group?”

“I’ve already brought them over.” Her group manager said.

“Long time no see, CEO!” Hoseok shouted as soon as he was within range.

Sumi laughed, turning to face the photographers as they all stood next to her. “I imagine that’s what you’re calling me all the time now.”

“Obviously. Namjoon is leader, and your CEO.” Yoongi stood on her other side, wrapping an arm around her waist and throwing up a peace sign.

There wasn’t much opportunity for chatting as they smiled and posed for the photographers. Sumi was careful not to crush her puff sleeves, also trying to strategically show off her jewelry.

“Can we do some paired shots?” A photographer shouted. “Just Sumi and someone else?”

Despite her urge to tell the photographer off for attempting to tell them what to do, the boys seemed excited about a chance to escape and get snacks.

“See you in a minute, Soo.” Yoongi and Hoseok disappeared.

“Guess that’s my cue.” Jungkook stepped up beside her, loosely wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You’re wearing a jacket.” She noted, leaning her head towards him as she smiled at the camera.

“It’s a fancy day, Noona. I’m just trying to impress.” He smiled. “Why, do you not like it?”

“I like it when you show off your tattoos.” She said simply.

“I want to present a good image for your brand.” He explained. “I combed my hair and everything.”

“And you’re wearing the earrings.” Sumi reached up to tug lightly on his earring. “Now I know I’ll be sold out by tomorrow.”

“You’re going to be sold out anyways.” He promised. “The entire line is amazing.”

“I never thought I’d be turning to you for feedback on accessories.” Sumi laughed. “But, I guess if you can sell out a fabric softener, you can sell out my jewelry line.”

“Sumi will be back for pictures in a few minutes.” Her manager announced, signaling an end to the photo session, at least for the time being.

Jungkook linked his arm with hers, leading her past the walls of photographers and back into the quieter area of the party.

“You look really pretty, by the way.” He smiled at her.

“Thanks.” She grinned. “I’ve been told that I’m killing it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Um, can we talk for a minute?”

“We are talking.”

“But like…just the two of us?” He looked nervous.

Sumi frowned. “I guess. Uh, follow me.”

She led him into the back room of the party, where the gift baskets were sitting on tables and waiting to be distributed. She closed the door behind them, blocking out the noise.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?” She let out a little laugh. “I don’t think you’ve done anything that bad.”

“I need to apologize for what happened.” He insisted. “With YinYin. And with….with us.”

Sumi’s mood sobered instantly. “Today? Seriously, Jungkook. I’ve put it behind me.”

“I know, I know and I’m not going to ruin your day. I just…I need you to know that I’m sorry. That I know I messed up, and that I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I didn’t trust you.”

Sumi twisted the fabric of her skirt. “Well I’ll admit it didn’t feel nice.”

“I just…I love you. And I don’t want anything to be weird, I just want things to go back to normal. And I promise, I trust you.”

Sumi sighed. “I trust you too, Kookie. And I love you. We can put it behind us, but I’m never going to forget that it happened.”

“That’s okay. I just….” He looked down at his hand, before holding it up in the air. It took her a second to realize he was showing her his tattoo. “I got this for a reason. And I don’t regret it. You’re one of the most important people in my life, and I don’t want my stupid decision to come between us.”

“It won’t.” Sumi promised. “But what brought this on?”

He sighed, looking at the ground. “It’s embarrassing.”

That was all it took for Sumi to clue in. “YinYin.”

Jungkook nodded.

Sumi let out a laugh. “What? She wouldn’t sleep with you until you made peace or something? I knew I liked that girl.”

“No.” He frowned. “I wanted her to – never mind. It’s stupid.”

“No no.” Sumi crossed her arms, smirking. “I want the details. Did she threaten to break up with you? Was she refusing to speak Korean until you cooperated? Did she-“

“I wanted us to get couple jewelry and she said she wouldn’t wear it as long as me and you were weird.” Jungkook blurted out.

Sumi blinked.

And then burst into laughter.

“Are you serious?” She exclaimed. “This entire weird conversation is because you wanted matching jewelry with your girlfriend?”

“Don’t make fun.” He protested. “It’s an important…an important milestone in a relationship.”

Sumi was clutching her side as she laughed. “It’s just….oh Kookie, I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“See this…” He pointed at her. “Is why I didn’t want you to know that we were dating.”

Sumi had to sit down on one of the rolling chairs as she struggled to catch her breath. She finally managed to focus enough to speak.

“So…you getting couple rings? Diamond encrusted?” She was genuinely curious, but he could see the mischievous glint in her eye.

“No, we’re not getting rings.” He shook his head. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice.”

“What? Notice what?” Sumi scanned him up and down.

He pointed at his ear. “I’m only wearing one earring.”

Sumi’s mouth dropped open. “You’re using my jewelry as your couple item?”

“It’s just so high quality.” He teased.

She shook her head. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t forgive you. You’re just trying to cause trouble now.” She stood from her chair.

“Aw, Noona!” He grinned, playfully smoothing out her skirt. “Forgive me?”

“Hm, maybe after the party.”