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kalfui · 5 months

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been thinking about aroace alastor a lot, in the sense that ofc this is simply canon and i wouldnt even BE thinking about it beyond a simple "woohoo this is fun, let's think about how that might have affected him and his relationships both whilst alive and after his death and fic and art and the usual joy of character analysis" if it weren't for the fact that it seems to be a flipping fight to just. Have that canon be acknowledged, which is taking up so much energy that it's honestly hard for me to enjoy him as much as I wish, considering this rep is supposed to be For people like me

and I think that's so much of my frustration around all of this, which IS mitigated by just finding a few chill people to follow and focusing on that -- but even then most of my "suggested for you" for this show is alastor x [insert any random main character] shipping/sexual content -- is that this is an offering for people to learn something new and delve into experiences that they may not have thought much about and the ones who know what aroace means, and in particular within the realms of how this character is being written within this particular very-sex-heavy universe (so, not so different from real life), by and large decided to just go "nah." people aren't interested in aroace experiences, and it's weird from a "so you just don't like a large part of this character's canon traits then, do you like the actual character, or just the OC you've made up in your head that happens to look like them?" perspective, but mostly for me it's that a lot of the way people talk/write about this it's like aroaceness is something that needs to be Fixed Somehow, and thank Goodness there's a neat little loophole that we can utilise in the form of "well sooooome aroace people do want to have sex and be in a relationship"

so many of the things I can't help but see, block, move on from, and in the ao3 alastor tag (which, it's frankly wild to me that aroace alastor has to be a specific tag, because so much of it ISN'T that, and even then we have to sift) is either just the equivalent of going "lalalala if I don't think about the aroaceness it's not real" or the even more disturbing "now how do we fix this so that the ace character can still fuck somehow." it's really creepy, and very much how people talk about aspec people irl. it's just incredibly poor taste and shows that this community is still so invisible

people really ought to think more about why this is such an important hill for them to die on that they want to Fix aroaceness in one of the only genre-fiction characters to be canonically such, ON a show where every other character enthusiastically enjoys sex and most of them are in established relationships or various slowburns -- why is the character that is not interested the one that is shipped with every other character to such an extreme?

I feel like anyone writing an aroace alastor that mysteriously can be compelled into sex and a romantic relationship needs to give me a 3000 page essay on the history and philosophy of aspec identities with a special section on aroace representation in media

but ultimately it's just a "look. please be kinder. if you look in our sandbox we have barely any toys, why are you coming into this sandbox to take more of them and then rubbing our faces in it and THEN being rude to aspec people when we say it makes many of us uncomfortable to be sidelined like this?"

I keep thinking of that one screenshot that was going around tumblr of the person who wrote straight brokeback mountain fic that everyone was going WTF about. why is it alright to "headcanon" away canon aroaceness (and mock people who point out its canonicity), but it's largely agreed to be in poor taste to do so with other canonically established queer identities?

I get fandom's not activism, but it sure sometimes can be a yardstick for how much I'd trust people to respect me irl, when I cannot enjoy aroace escapism without being talked over/mocked/yelled at AND having aspec theories appropriated without any understanding of what they actually mean or how they apply -- this history and community is a part of my life, and it's like people are just traipsing mud through it with the lack of respect for it (as lucifer would say "you come into MY house bitch???")

(apologies this got long. you don't have to post if you don't want to, I get that it could be inflammatory and don't want to put that on you, I've just been needing to vent. I just feel like I'm going a bit crazy with how nigh-impossible it is to avoid this -- why am I the one who's having to make all that extra effort to enjoy a character written with my community in mind? don't y'all have enough toys???)

Don't apologize, I absolutely love reading how others feel about this situation, and I completely agree.

I think it's sad how people don't want to think about a characters aroaceness and how it affects them and instead just throw that part of them out of the window. I think it's even more interesting since Alastor canonically thinks that he's straight, but hasn't found the right one yet.

"Headcanoning" a canonically aroace character a different sexuality is so.. I don't even have a word it. Many people "headcanon" Alastor a different sexuality, but keep it canon when it's Angel Dust or Vaggie. Personally, I think it stems from aphobia. Just like you mentioned, people feel the need to "fix" aroace characters, like their sexuality is a messed up or broken part of them. It reminds me of when I used to hear teachers talk about how everyone will someday find love, and the ones who don't will have a huge gap in their heart and be empty. It's quite terrifying just how similar it is. The fact that he, as the only confirmed aroace character, is shipped the most, too, is quite saddening.

It's disturbing how they search and search for stuff to use as excuses when they ship aroace characters. "Aroace people can still date," "It's just headcanons," "Alastor is not canonically aro," and so on.

Ao3 scares me, especially with characters like Alastor. You don't even wanna know how many times I've seen people say, "I know Alastor is aroace, but we'll just ignore that" in fics. Most of the time, they even change his character completely, and he's so out of character.

It also kinda disgusts me with the stuff people say about Alastor, I can be scrolling on Tumblr and a post comes up saying how Alastor would fuck the living shit out of you and it's so fucking disturbing and graphic, I guess this is just how it is generally when people talk about fan favorite characters, but when it's an aroace character too, like.. no, he wouldn't do any of that.. It's so weird. This is what people care about, sexualizing. They don't even seem to care how much of a complex character he actually is, but only how he would be during sex, and it's quite disturbing that most of the time he is the victim to these type of comments.

And, with the amount of hate I've gotten from tiktokers in my comment replies saying how either Alastor isn't aro, how he's just fictional and it's not erasing any representation by shipping him, how aroace people can still date, how Viv allowed them to ship him, and even saying that it's okay to ship him because he's a stereotype and bad rep (???) and whatever else they have to say, I quite literally do not care. I'm not gonna be humiliated into silence, I'm not ashamed about the fact I'm trying to keep these crumbs of representation we have left. "Boohoo, you talk too much about Alastor being aroace," and I'll continue, I think that's a lovely and very interesting part about his character, especially from the time period is from, and the fact he's unaware too.

it's kinda sad how a lot of people don't even know that he's aro, I wouldn't either since all the fandom does with him is ship him. There are so many other relationships people could dive into, Husk and Angel Dust, Charlie and Vaggie, Vox and Valentino, and many more, but yet they go for the aroace character.. Also the fact that since the pilot the character he's mostly been shipped with is Angel, a character who makes a lot of sexual remarks towards Alastor which he very obviously feels repulsed and disgusted by, is kinda just.. where's the appeal when he's clearly disgusted? Is that part of it? I'm glad that there is a side of this fandom where people actually love him for his character and not just because he's attractive.

Other than that, I'm very glad the show itself knows how to show he can have meaningful friendships and platonic relationships with people, such as Rosie, and didn't make him an edgelord that hates everyone and doesn't have friends for some random reason.

Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with me, I enjoyed reading through it, and again, I completely agree. I just hope the fandom could realize he's a lovely character and that him being aroace is just a part of him like it is of us.

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camzverse · 1 month

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woohoo an excuse to put them in fun little outfits!!! (excuse freddys outfit i didnt know wtf to do with him. lmao.) anyway this just got me thinking and i feel like theyd kinda celebrate the anniversary of the SB night . ive seen a lot of people have them see it as a negative event but i dont think thatd be the case. i mean that was the thing that brought them all together + freed vanessa i really think theyd think the good outweighs the bad yk!! anygays i yapped smore ab this under the cut if u wanna see that

soo basically i think about a year after SB vanessa wouldve cut her hair shorter (normally i draw her with much longer hair) and dyed it rainbow ofc. shed also wear more fun clothes. brighter colors. i hc that while she was glitchtrapped and wasnt in her work uniform or vanny suit she mostly wore dark colors. and like purples. she just didnt have the energy to wear anything really.. fun. i guess. shed still wear flannels n shit shed just get sillier with it ykwim ?? bc shes really happy now!!! shes happy!! shes coping!!!!! and for gregory i gave him like. nicer hair. for lack of a better adj. not as messy properly combed etc. bc vanessas handling his hair now so he actually has someone who knows wtf theyre doing (vanessa hairstyling PRO realness) as opposed to what he had before which was just a pair of scissors and a dream. so like. basically less messy hair. still messy sometimes but only when it GETS messed up unlike b4 where it was just always messed up. also him wearing a a like button up shirt jacket thang.. i like to think over time he kinda dresses like ness in a way. like wearing button up shirts as jackets and flannelss. i mean its not like hed always wear that but i like to think he would. Cuz yk when ur around someone for long periods of time like that u tend to adopt traits from them.......... doublestar duo save meeeeee. andand ness and greg gave freddy a new body. or went back and fixed his old one ifk. probably the former. maybe repurposed an empty freddy "shell" or whatevz. and they changed his makeup to star shapes Yahoooo!

#also vanessa should have scars too but i forgot them So sorry💔#and ignore that she only has one eye. i got lazy. woopsies #cam.art #fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf security breach #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanessa #gregory fnaf #vanessa fnaf #vanessa a.#glamrock freddy #glam freddy #3 star fam #fnaf sb

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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— 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, scaramouche x gn!reader: (modern!au)

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ (open!) : @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu

“Demons do not stop for the rain. Move.”

That’s what XIAO grumbles to you as the two of you huddle underneath the storefront awning, striped red and white. Outside, raindrops fall from the dark, hazy clouds onto the pavement, the sound of pitter patter-ing filling the silence.

“Are you pretending not to hear me?” Almost instantly, you can feel a pair of piercing golden eyes fix on you.

You protest immediately, whipping around so you can face him more defiantly, “Xiao, you are not making me walk out there by myself and get absolutely soaked.”

The said man hisses, glare intensifying. “There’s only one umbrella, and it’s mine.”

“Then we’ll just have to share it, won’t we?”

Those lilting words earn you a moment of begrudging silence from the man, who simply stands there, seemingly stunned.

After a couple of hesitant seconds, he lets out a lengthy sigh, reaching out with a sturdy arm and pulling you closer to his side. The slight flush on his cheeks is undeniable as his warmth spreads throughout your body.

“Fine, but just this once.” ♥

“Taking a stroll in the middle of a downpour certainly rouses the spirit... but it's best to dry your clothes as soon as possible after the rain stops.”

KAZUHA chuckles light-heartedly at his words, smiling at you warmly.

“We’re bound to get soaked anyway, so why not do it intentionally?”

He extends his hand toward you as the two of you stand at the school entrance, watching the rest of the students file out with umbrellas and raincoats. Clueless you… bringing an umbrella hadn’t even crossed your mind when you looked at the churning clouds just this morning.

Without another second of consideration, you took his hand with gratitude, letting him pull you out under the shelter of the school and out onto the sidewalk with ease. Instantly, you could feel the pelting raindrops soak your clothes, but you couldn’t care less. Kazuha smiled upon seeing your elated mood, taking your hands and twirling you about in a flurry.

“As I thought, spending time with you is worth more than anything else.” ♥

“You want to use my hat as an umbrella? Hmph, the audacity to even make the request…”

SCARAMOUCHE’s scowl is nothing short of intimidating as his hat’s trinkets sways in the warm wind. He glances at you, blinking almost disbelievingly, before speaking again.

“Sometimes, I don’t even know, or want to know, what goes on in that thick head of yours.”

“That’s probably for the better.” You sigh, before sideways glancing at the man. “Besides, you still have to give me an answer.”

“...What?”

“Can I use your hat or not?”

“Of course not! Is that even a question??” His rage creeps its way into his sneer as he glares at you, eyebrows furrowed furiously. “Where is your respect-”

“But Scara… I don’t have an umbrella…”

“And I don’t see how that’s a problem.”

“...If I catch a cold, I won’t be able to help you with the group project-”

“You’re so irritable, you know that?” He snaps, before tugging you by the hand and under his hat’s protection, his hold tight. Scaramouche’s hand is cold, but as he grips your wrist, he can feel the heightened pace of your pulse.

Flinching, he turns away, ears flushed red.

“Let’s… just make this as quick as possible.” ♥

(a/n) tryna dip into more cliches because my writer inspiration is slowly draining just like my sanity woohoo ill try to work on some more event stuff and reqs tmw

listening to my favorite rainy day xiao playlist if any of you konw what im talking abt i love you mwah

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papermatisse · 2 months

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Lost and Found || B.BH

♔ pairing: dionysus!byun baekhyun x f!ariadne!reader

♔ genre: angst, one-shot, fluff

♔ word count: 3.5k

♔ warnings: abandonment, murder

♔ abstract: Love comes with all kinds of sacrifices, and after everything she'd sacrificed for her own hopeful romance, all she really wanted was a lover to live with for the rest of her mortal existence. Though the universe—and for that matter the gods who inhabit it—has a cruel sense of humor.

♔ author's note: I've been thinking of writing a Greek mythology story for all of the exos (ot8 [minus Chen, the nation's husband and father]). I have a few plans already, though this one felt the easiest and quickest to execute cause I really wanted to test out and fix my link/tag issue on here 😔

for context, here's a rough synopsis of the Theseus story: the king of Crete angered Poseidon who cursed the queen into woohooing with the king's bull, thus creating a minotaur named Asterion. mortified by this creation, they banished him into a maze and alienated him as if he were nothing, thus creating the bloodthirsty monster he was. the king's son went to Athens bc they themselves had a minotaur problem, but their minotaur wound up killing him. the king of Crete blamed the king of Athens and after some altercations, it resulted in an annual tradition of sending a select few Athenians to serve as tribute and be eaten by Asterion. one of these tributes was Theseus, son of the king of Athens, and he actually defeated the Athenian minotaur. to help him in defeating Asterion, the Crete king's daughter, Ariadne, gave Theseus yarn so he'd be able to navigate the maze, which helped him in killing Asterion. afterwards, they sailed to Naxos, where he abandoned her. interpretations vary of course, but most involve Dionysus marrying Ariadne afterwards bc he fell in love w her.

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Nestled within the Aegean Sea, lost amongst the plethora of islands which dotted the cerulean expanse of the ocean, lays the idyllic yet ever forlorn island of Naxos. Viridescent fields of crops and greenery encompass the entirety of the island, sloped along the verdant hills which make up its landscape. The only obstruction to its rolling plains was that of its mountain at the very heart of the island, as well as the sandy beaches which encircled it all in a protective ring of golden grains.

Upon first arrival, it had seemed nothing short of picturesque—perhaps even going so far as being the most beautiful sight she'd ever observed in her rather dull and sheltered life thus far. The warmth of the sand which greeted her once she'd hopped off the boat felt like the welcoming embrace of a new start, the fine grains sinking beneath her every step as if accommodating to her new presence. The seas lapped against the shores as if reaching out to her, waving—both metaphorically and literally—like it were greeting an old friend. And the winds which carried with it the strong aroma of sea salt and petrichor encompassed her being in a cool and refreshing embrace, nearly cementing the thought that circulated in her head of what a perfectly quaint and romantic escape Naxos was for her and her lover to settle in and establish their new lives together.

At least that's how it had all felt no more than a day ago. It was astounding how much could change upon settling down to rest after the strenuous voyage to Naxos. A mere daytime nap, meant to simply reinvigorate her, had suddenly turned her whole world upside down, because upon opening her eyes, her lover, with whom she'd risked her entire life in order to save, had all but vanished: him, his boat, and by extension, her heart along with him. She couldn't even see a single speck of him remaining on the horizon, and the thought that he had left her the moment she'd fallen asleep felt ever more disparaging.

Now, she sat along the shore. The sands, cooled with the setting sun, cradled her dejected form. The cacophony of waves crashing against the island served to drown out her cries. And the winds, which had grown significantly weaker as the day waned, brushed against her face as if to gently wipe away her tears. Naxos, with its surreal beauty and tender acceptance, had become no more a prison prompted by her own circumstances just as her accomodations had been on Crete. Exchanging one pitiful excuse of a home for another, though now she was utterly alone.

And all she could do was cry to herself. Cry over her foolishness to have risked everything for a boy she'd fallen for so rashly. Cry over her imminent future and the dread of the unknown which lay in waiting for her. Cry over the abandonment and outright rejection from someone she once believed to be her soulmate.

What a miserable life she led.

What a tragic course of events she followed.

What an absolutely pathetic human being she was.

And how utterly vexing it was that she could not even wallow in her own self-pity by her lonesome for very long.

“(y/n)?”

Her body seemed to register the foreign voice before her mind had, as she slowly turned her tear stricken face towards the newcomer. Though once her eyes met those of the familiar deity, now standing a mere few feet away from her, she quickly turned back to her original position, staring out at the sea. By now, the harsh line of the horizon had become ingrained into her corneas, remaining in her vision even when her eyes were closed, yet she continued to stare forward, hoping to find a stray boat somewhere in the distance. Hoping to see her beloved rushing back to her as if his initial departure was nothing more than an accident. Hoping to fall back into his arms and forget the worries incessantly plaguing her mind.

Though once more, these desires went unanswered, and instead, she was met by this ever so gentle touch skimming carefully over her back.

“(y/n), look at me.”

The demand hadn't held much of an authoritative tone, more so that of an insistent plea, one where she could faintly discern the shreds of desperation laced in between. Yet she remained as is, eyes trained on the ocean, waiting. She thought by ignoring him, he'd leave her alone. Allow her to grieve in peace without his mischief and revelric tendencies. Let her sulk in her misfortune without being reminded of her affiliation with him. Yet he could not even spare her this one luxury.

Instead, in her periphery, she found him crouching onto the sand beside her, seating himself in a way so he could remain attached to her side. The heavy weight of his gaze lingered upon her, even as she attempted to ignore his presence as a whole. Though he seemed none the wiser to her efforts, or perhaps he merely couldn't care less what she thought of him—not that she's out right proclaimed her opinion of said god, but from mere context clues given their history together, she was sure he had a general understanding of where she stands with him.

It had been a few years since she first met Baekhyun. A rather untimely meeting with the god of wine and revelry, one marked by unrequited affections which has since plagued her every waking moment. She had never processed how burdensome it could become to be the apple of one's eye, especially if that particular person was a deity of Baekhyun's caliber, and one she felt nothing towards. And even now as she tends to a broken heart, abandoned on a remote island in the middle of nowhere with no means of escape, she still couldn't conceal the discomfort she felt in Baekhyun's presence, knowing fully well of his affections and how he had been waiting for her answer to his proposal.

Though unlike all the other times he’s randomly materialized before her, usually wreaking of that sickly sweet aroma of wine and teasing her relentlessly until she was pleading for him to leave her be, he sat there calmly and quietly, waiting for her to acknowledge him. It was a peculiar shift in his modus operandi, one that did not go by unnoticed by (y/n), yet even with the silence he granted her, she couldn't bear to speak to him as she usually would.

Humiliation silently lingered in the air even before she could say anything. She didn't know what she'd tell Baekhyun had he pestered her in his usual manner. The last thing on her mind was telling the man who proposed to her—with whom she'd essentially left unanswered—that the man she intended on running away with forever had all but left her stranded on an island to die in solitude. Though somehow, there was a small inkling in her that felt like Baekhyun already knew. And perhaps a smaller, more hopeful part of her believed he was here not to torment her, but rather to check up on her, ensure she was fairing well.

Hesitantly, her eyes strayed from where they'd been zeroed in along the horizon, sparing Baekhyun a small and brief glance.

It was odd. His eyes seemed duller now, a more muted umber tone devoid of that trademark glint he usually dons when running amok. He usually always bore this confident, bordering on cocky, grin that seemed all too pleased with himself and his shenanigans, yet now his lips were naturally downturned, perhaps the first time she's ever seen his mouth in its natural resting position. Even his scent was more subdued, and she was able to pick up the rich undertones of grapes usually concealed by his alcoholic carousing. His gaze was dropped, steadily trained on her hands laying in her lap, and the undivided attention only prompted more discomfort on her part as she fiddled with the fabric of her dress.

She had half a mind to ask him if he was okay, momentarily forgetting her own plight once she saw the shift in demeanor of Baekhyun. Though the silence that encompassed them prompted her own wariness in approaching the subject.

And so they remained as is, the sun now meeting the horizon, igniting the sky into a mural of warm, fiery hues. As the sun continued to set, it dyed the blue depth of the waters into a color akin to wine with its deep and rich crimson shade.

Without realizing it, her mind had begun wandering back to Baekhyun, curious as to why he remained by her side even as she ignored him. And though she didn't know for how long she'd strayed with these thoughts, she did know it was his presence alone that managed to briefly distract her from her current situation.

“Why are you here?” (y/n) asked, voice gravelly from misuse. For a moment, she was met with silence, the ocean serving as white noise to fill the void. But as she dared another glance his way, she saw his somber countenance. It was a foreign expression to be gracing his face, and she found herself intrigued by the furrow of his brow as he remained lost in thought.

“I went to visit you on Crete…” He finally responded, the timbre of his voice lowering with raw solemnity. “I know how you get with the annual tributes, so I wanted to be there for you.”

She shied away at this, never fully processing how Baekhyun's sporadic appearances coincided with certain times. And it was true. Every year as the Athenian tributes arrived on Crete, she distanced herself until after these events were done and over with. Though as she now recollected memories from recent years, she began putting together Baekhyun's arrivals were never truly as spontaneous as she first made them out to be.

He was always there whenever she was at her lowest. She thought it was intentional as a way of tormenting her when she's at rock bottom, but as he continued speaking, a pit of remorse began accumulating within her heart.

“Instead, I was met with… chaos. Carnage. Disorder.” He paused, turning his head in a direction she could only assume was where Crete faced. “Asterion was dead. A tribute had escaped. And the princess had all but disappeared.”

At his final statement, (y/n) stared down in shame. She knew there would be repercussions for her actions, but she thought she'd have been long gone at this point. Too far away to even spare a moment of regret for having abandoned her family and her kingdom. Yet it all came back to bite her. Her brother, cursed and estranged as he was, had been killed. Theseus, her lover who she assisted the entire way through, had been the one to kill him. And she, princess of Crete, had run off in the midst of this mayhem.

“I'm sorry…” (y/n) whispered, voice strained as she fought back tears. “I'm so sorry. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear to see more death. Every single year without fail they'd send these Athenians off to die by my brother's hands. And we'd just have to sit there and watch. Watch as they all lost themselves to the labyrinth. And Asterion would…”

As if having finally broken the floodgates, tears began streaming down her face without fail. The tragic life of her brother, born a monster and treated as such. And even if she had never interacted with him, even as she witnessed his bloodshed year after year, the knowledge of his death being instigated by her own involvement was debilitating enough to ground her back into reality.

The gravity of her predicament began to settle in. Sitting on an island, hopelessly waiting for a guy she had only just met and was ready to run away with forever. The realization that he used her for his own benefit, exploited her blind affections towards him only to then leave her for dead. He had probably already returned to Athens, assumed the role of hero who killed the minotaur of Crete—as well as that of their princess. And she sat there, longing for him for hours at a time, seated beside Dionysus himself. The absurdity of it all was almost laughable, and she'd probably be doing just that if it weren't for the overwhelming humiliation she felt coiled and festering within her.

“I helped him…” She confessed aloud. “I gave him the thread so he wouldn't get lost in the maze. I was the one who helped him defeat Asterion. I was the one who helped him escape. It was all my doing. And he left me here as repayment.”

Before she could continue, Baekhyun had suddenly shifted from his position, arms wrapping around her tightly and dragging her into his embrace. Any other time, she'd probably have swatted at him whilst yelling profanities, all while he laughed in delight at her hostility.

Yet now his touch didn't feel repulsive.

She could feel his warmth fully encompassing her, shielding her from the outside world. His hands clung to her body as if afraid she'd slip away from him at any moment. And now closer to him than ever before, she could smell his true aroma past the wine. An almost woodsy scent, just as warm as he was. Fruits and earth and nature as a whole. Faintly, she could smell the ocean intermingling with his scent.

It was so peculiar the way that distinct saltiness had first felt like a refreshing start to a new life, though shifted into an overwhelming and paralyzing apprehension that infested every aspect of her being. Though now, in Baekhyun's protective arms, it felt comforting. As if he himself dispelled it and this island of any and all of its negativity that consumed her.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the tension from her body had melted away. The sound of his heartbeat coinciding with that of the calm waves was like a melodious harmony that transcended her into a state of utter tranquility. His breathing lulled her away from the worries that tormented her heart, and she finally felt at peace.

“Did you love him?” Baekhyun asked. His tone was more inquisitive than anything else. There were no hidden intentions with his question, and although hesitant to admit it aloud to him, for fear of hurting him, (y/n) felt at ease with telling Baekhyun the truth he sought.

“Yes,” she responded quietly. “But I regret it. I regret it all.”

“Don't.” His grip tightened around her, pressing his forehead against the top of her head. “You shouldn't regret the love you give people. Don't let this foolish boy disparage you from expressing yourself to your fullest potential.”

(y/n) remained quiet, surprised by the turn of the events, though still listening intently to Baekhyun's words.

“I've always held such deep admiration towards you. From the moment I met you till now. I could see the way you loved so genuinely and fully. And I thought it was beautiful. I thought you were beautiful. You shouldn't grieve over an unrequited love. Loss serves as a reminder of the love we once felt, and the remorse we feel further exemplifies that. Your love is something so wonderful. Something I adore greatly.”

As he spoke, his warmth seemed to intensify. Filled with familiarity and security, coaxing her further into his embrace until she buried herself into the crook of his neck. He held her as if she were everything he had ever asked for. His touch was like ambrosia and nectar, the sweetest of prose to ever be professed, a safety like no other.

“I find myself wanting to be inconvenienced by you. I want to have you distracting me by lingering in my thoughts. I want to take time out of my day just to see you. I want to love you, even if you don't love me.”

At this, a sob slipped past her lips, and she clung onto him harder. Away from it all, everything inside her felt tumultuous and heightened. All of the emotions she'd been bottling up for years seemed to overflow in Baekhyun's presence alone. Her heart ached with grief, remorse, hatred, anger, defeat. Yet it also sang like never before, healing itself from years of anguish and torment.

And after the cathartic intervention came to a conclusion, faces marred by dried tears and eyes reddened with strain, a peaceful serenity had settled over the two. By now, the sun had long set. The cool of the night had begun penetrating the warmth of their embrace. The sand beneath them no longer retained the heat of the afternoon sun. The oceans were calm and still. The winds now settled into a gentle breeze. The world was asleep, silent in every regard. The day had ended and (y/n) had made it out alive, no doubt due to Baekhyun's influence.

Panic begin settling in her as he shifted, rising to his feet and pulling her up with him. Though when she met his gaze, loving and sweet and attentive, she began to settle once more. His hands held her own, thumbs softly brushing over her knuckles, all the while maintaining his sight on her face.

“What would you like to do?” He asked. “I can build you a palace here on Naxos, away from the cruelties of the world and the people who inhabit it.” His smile grew wider, bearing that familiar wickedness whenever he was up to no good. “I could overthrow the monarchy of Crete and reinstate you as its sole sovereign, allow you to redeem yourself and your honor, perhaps even reestablish Crete as a just and fair kingdom.” Both options were tempting, neither having any inherent consequences as long as Baekhyun held sway in their components. And she could tell Baekhyun had more to say, but she quickly intercepted before he could propose another offer.

“I want to be with you.” Baekhyun blinked at this, chuckling as if she were telling a joke.

“I will be there. You can't get rid of me that easily.”

“No.” Her hands slipped from his, reaching forth to cup his cheeks and bring him closer. “I choose you, Baekhyun.”

She pressed her lips against his own, soft and delicate. He seemed stunned for a moment, his body moving subconsciously for the first second or two, but once he had fully processed where he was and what was happening, Baekhyun began reciprocating. He kissed back just as earnestly, his hands reaching up to hold onto her wrists as he poured every ounce of his adoration into her. And (y/n) couldn't help but think how perfect it was.

She'd always thought love at first sight was perhaps the most romantic of gestures one could have. The act of finding your soulmate from a single encounter seemed so otherworldly and unmatched. Yet here in this moment with Baekhyun's body pressed against her own as he drew impossibly closer to her, his hands softly wandering in an attempt to map her form into his memory, she found this very moment to be the epitome of what love should be. A gradual fall into love. In a way, she can reminisce on growth and development, reflect on what was not there and how it came to be.

One of his hands had wandered to her hair, gently carding his fingers through the strands, and the other drew patterns on her waist, amorphous shapes that each portrayed his unspoken love for her. She thought back on every encounter she had with him. Every laugh he coaxed out of her even as she tried to hide away from the world. The bittersweet smiles he gave her every time she rejected or delayed his proposal. His neverending determination and devotion, even when facing adversities like herself. And with each revelation, each tender kiss from Baekhyun, her heart seemed to swell with love for him and him alone.

Once more, he was the one to pull away first, perhaps more in control of his long-standing affections than her, yet he didn't draw too far from her. Just far enough for him to look over her countenance with a lovestruck expression of his own. His eyes glistened with this saccharine-like joy, crinkling at the corners with his sweet smile dedicated to her. And she found herself smiling back, an uncontrollable jubilance bubbling in her as she reveled in his affections.

“Come then,” he spoke softly, hands returning back to hers. He brought one up to his lips, pressing one final kiss to her fingers. “Let's go home.”

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itsagrimm · 2 years

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He Who Comes from under the Water

Chapter 2 - A Caring Man

Monster!König x she/her afab reader

CN: patriarchy & sexism, arranged marriage, speaking animals, dead fish, mentions of cannibalism, harassment, ableist speech, woohoo another drowning reference, toxic masculinity village edition

eventuell smut.

Beta-read by the wonderful @queenquazar

Cultural context notes:

I’m basing a lot on central and eastern european fairy tales.

The heron is a figure from an old fairy tale called the heron & the fox.

Masterlist

“What’s it like being married?” the king asked.

“Lot’s of work if you are doing it right.” The old man leaned back and fixed his pipe.

The wooden ceiling above your bed was familiar and simple. Since you were a child, you had woken up to this sight since you could remember. Now, it was the most fascinating thing to stare at.

Cracks, textures, knotholes in the old planks– all of it was better to look at than to face the world outside of your little room.

You closed your eyes. Maybe you could summon back the night, the past days, the… quite a lot of time actually since you last been happy.

A sunray danced over your face.

Saichiki – as your mother had called them, little sun rabbits jumping around and reminding you that it was indeed day no matter how much you tried to pretend otherwise.

You took a deep breath, opened your eyes and got up.

Swinging your legs over the edge of your bed before-

Wet.

You jolted back and peaked over the edge onto the floor.

A puddle of water covered the ground before your sleeping space. A trail of little puddles leading away from the water at your bed and out of the room. Careful not to step into the water again, you got up and traced the trail out of the room, into the empty kitchen and finally out of the door.

Confused, you looked into the garden.

In the middle of the path was a pile of freshly caught, still wriggling fish.

Quickly, you slammed the door.

König, you thought to yourself while sliding down the wood door, plopping on the floor.

You heard yourself choke as the memories as they returned: Your family was gone, your grandfather had promised your hand in marriage to a strange inhuman being from the swamps, you nearly drowned yesterday, and the people from the village you had grown up with, wanted you gone because bad things happened around you. Maybe they were right and you were cursed.

Maybe you were cursed not like in the old tales but as simple as an unlucky charm, drawing the worst lot out for everyone including yourself.

You buried your face in your hands, allowing yourself an honest moment to cry.

A knock on the door made you jolt back up again, jumping away from the door and staring at the tarnished knob

You listened.

Another knock.

“Go away!” you cried, hoping that König or whoever from the village had come to your house, would just leave.

Another knock.

Groaning, you got up and ripped open the door while reaching for the broom next to the door.

“I said go away!” you cried again, ready to swing the broom at whoever harassed you, before stopping in your tracks, the door bouncing slightly against the wall.

A heron stood before your door, next to the pile of fish.

“Huh?”

The bird looked at you before looking back at the pile of fish.

Confused, you raised the broom to shoo away the bird.

“Shoo! Shoo! Go away!”

It danced a few steps back before returning to its spot and looking from you to the fish and back again.

You grimaced, shivering in only your chemise in the early morning breeze.

“Listen, heron, if you want a fish, just take some. They are not mine!” you tried, feeling out of your debts. Why were you even trying to talk to an animal?

Naturally, the bird said nothing.

“Of course,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to the bird, as you turned to close the door.

The bird rattled, as if laughing.

“Girl,” it cackled, and you froze in horror at the sound of the speaking bird, “I’m not eating the fish the king caught you. He tasked me to make sure you eat them. ‘My bride is so light to carry,’ he said. ‘Make her eat some fish,’ he said.”

Horrified, you kept staring at the bird.

“Take the fish!” it cried, “Don’t make me wait on you, girl.”

You blinked in surprise at the slightly annoyed heron.

“R-right. Sorry,” you mumbled before remembering your grandfather’s tales and warning about speaking animals. Bowing slightly to the bird, “Can I get you something in return for looking out for me, master heron?”

Another rattle from the bird.

“You can leave me a chalice out in the garden with some of the fish you are going to cut. It would be much appreciated.”

“Will do.” You bowed again before putting down the broom and quickly grabbing a big bowl to collect the fish.

As you returned to get the fish, you were alone. The heron was gone. Alone in the garden, you picked up the fresh trout and one big carp from the ground, feeling the heavy weight of watching eyes on you.

You kept inside the house as much as you could for the rest of the morning, only leaving to get firewood and water to wash and cook the fish. The thought of having more eyes watching you made your stomach turn. And having to face one of the same villagers who thought you cursed? The thought alone sealed your convictions to keep to yourself. You traced the wooden chopping board before sliding your fingers over the used counter. Home, it was all home, even the slightest dent felt like it belonged there just like you belonged with this house.

You let yourself fall onto one of the chairs, taking a break.

Why did I take the fish?

You could not help but wonder why you had allowed a bird to intimidate you so much before getting up and filling a chalice with a bit of fish for the heron as promised.

Because it spoke and birds don’t speak.

You grimaced to yourself as you placed the chalice onto the windowsill. Better not test your luck with speaking animals.

The fish König got you was fatty, fresh, and delicious.

You could not help feeling slightly grateful for the food. Maybe König was not as bad as you had assumed, and he did not want you any harm.

Maybe-

You froze at the thought of König feeding and fattening you up only to eat you once it fit him. The memory of one of many of your grandfather's tales rose up in your mind, like the pieces of fish rose up in the cooking broth.

“Open up, Wench!”

You flinched under the harsh words as someone knocked against the wooden door.

“Open up!”It was Ivar. Back in the days, he had been a friend to your father. Now, he was the first to terrorize you as the cursed girl.

“What do you want, Ivar?” you called through the closed door while stepping closer, clutching the broom again. It was better to ask before letting the mob leader in. And it was better to be armed with a broom than regretting not to.

“What do you want, wench?” he shouted, “I told you to leave yesterday. Yet, here you are! Nobody wants you here, bitch!”

Bile rose in your throat. It was bitter to discover the people you had grown up with turned against you so easily.

“This is my home, Ivar!”

He snorted dismissively, “This was your grandfather’s home - an honorable man. And you cursed and killed him, just like you killed all the others! I am not waiting for you to kill the rest of the village!”

“I have not killed anyone!” you cried. Fear, sadness, and anger – a lot of anger – tinting your voice.

“Don’t lie to me, witch!” Ivar spat, “You killed them! You killed them all. And now all that is left is you in this once honorable house. Leave or I’ll make you!”

You flinched.

“This is my home,”you whispered before raising your voice, “This is my home, Ivar! I’ll never leave!”

Cold and hot shivers washed over you as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Ha! You are a woman!” Ivar retorted with spite, “Only men can own land. You are so vile that no one even wanted to marry you for your family’s land. You are cursed! Leave before you kill us all!”

Hot tears spilled over your face.

Anger boiled in your stomach. But sadness kept you from shouting back at Ivar, sadness, and betrayal. It was as if Ivar did not need to drag you from your own home to punch all fight out of your body. With shaky hands you gripped the broom, trying to calm your agitated breath.

“Why would anyone marry for land?” a different voice asked.

Your eyes widened in recognition.

König.

“Now, marrying for water that I would understand,” König mused, “but land?”

A confused pause transfused through the wood door to you.

“Are you an idiot?” Ivar finally asked angrily, “Who are you, stranger?”

“König. The question is rather who are you to shout at my fiancé, little man?”

Another powerful pause before Ivar broke with a loud and dismissing, “What? You are lying!”

This was it, you realized, this was your chance of getting rid of Ivar and the villagers.

With a swing, you opened the door, wiping away your tears.

Ivar nearly filled out the door frame, but König easily loomed over Ivar, standing a couple of steps away in the garden. He stared down with an amused smile, cold blue eyes transfixed on the smaller man.

“No, he is not,” you declared while pushing your way past Ivar and stepped close to König, “This is König, my fiancé. Leave us alone, Ivar.”

“As if anyone would marry the cursed girl,” Ivar remarked despairingly.

“A curse?” König peeped curiously while slightly leaning into the space between you and Ivar.

You shifted around uncomfortably. “They say I am cursed because my family died, König.”

He turned his head and eyed you for a moment. You returned his curious gaze, he looked different now – human.

“Intriguing. I’m a truly lucky man.”

“Are you insane?” Ivar gasped.

A quick smile flashed over König’s face.

“Insane?” he asked with a friendly tone that indicated entirely not friendly intentions, while stalking closer to Ivar, “Tell me – Ivar, right? Tell me Ivar, is it smart to harass the girl that you say is so cursed, she brings death to anyone close? Yet, you can’t get enough of yelling at her from as close as possible?”

Another step closer.

“Or, tell me, is it smart to anger the stranger who is willing to marry this cursed girl? Am I not the dead-man-walking then who has nothing to lose according to you?”

He straightened up, towering massively and glaring down at Ivar. You couldn’t pry your eyes from König, large and imposing, silent as a whisper as he unfolded the foolishness of Ivar’s so-called reasoning.

“Or is my fiancé not cursed and you have no reason to be here, making you nothing but a petty man preying on those he can target easily? Uh, Ivar, tell me? What will it be?”

Another quick smile danced over König’s face, dangerous, entirely inhuman.

You shivered.

Ivar, feet still firmly planted, had leaned his shoulders from König, trying to create distance, and in his attempts, shifted around slightly, before looking around and finally, to the ground.

“This is not over, Good day,” Ivar mumbled and stepped away before turning around and walking out of the garden.

You both stayed and watched him trott off until he vanished between the trees and bushes, breathing a slow exhale once out of sight.

“What kind of curse is it?”

You turned your head, facing König.

“I’m sorry?”

“What kind of curse is it?” He repeated, “is it by a witch or by another human or something else? And how does it work?”

“I don’t know?”, you huffed, stepping away and crossing your arms before you defensively while fighting the incoming tears. “I am not cursed. I think. I hope. It’s only what Ivar says to make me leave the village. He wants my family’s fields and my home. It could be nothing but a convenient lie.”

“How disappointing.”

You blinked in surprise. Disappointing?

“You would have preferred me to have a curse, König?”

He shrugged, “I certainly wouldn’t have minded it. How dangerous can a little human curse be after all? And it could be practical to have curses to keep annoying men like Ivar away, don’t you think?”

You considered his words. It’s not like you wanted to believe him, but the thought of keeping anyone away with a curse - real or not - felt more comforting than you would have wanted to admit.

“Maybe,” you conceded, “But I would prefer not to be cursed, or have Ivar show up at my doorstep claiming that I am.”

“Do not worry about Ivar anymore, my bride,” König said before turning to the house. “I smell fish cooking. Is that the fish I got you?”

Your head whipped around. The Soup!

“Oh no, I forgot it!”you cried before running back to the house and to the fire. Quickly, you grabbed a rag before taking the hot iron pod to move it off the hot flames. It smelled fine, not too burned. Yet, the bottom of the pot felt like it had started to burn slightly as you stirred and tasted the meal.

At least one good thing today, you thought to yourself while taking a deep breath.

A little knock on the door made you look up. König standing in the door frame, looking all green and tangled again like you remembered from the pond. Briefly, you wondered how he did that.

“Everything alright?” He asked, peeking into the house, his skin shimmering like water reflecting sunlight before appearing nearly human again.

“Uhm,” you tilted your head and looked away, “It’s fine. It’s all fine.”

He eyed you silently, clearly not believing you before finally mumbling, “Alright, you are as good of a liar as an otter. Don’t worry, my bride, I’ll have the heron watch your house in case Ivar returns.”

“Oh, so that’s how you knew he was here,” you stated dejectedly. Even the bird was watching. Was there any way to escape all this with so many eyes on you?

He grumbled before stalking into the room.

With a shriek you stepped back but he was before you, bowing down to you.

Terrified, you froze in your spot.

“Don’t worry, bride,” he said, “I may not know much about your human customs. But, I know that I am expected to keep you safe. No harm will befall you anymore.”

You stared up at him.

Blue, watery eyes you did not understand. Eyes, so profound. You felt like falling into deep waters. As you stared, it recalled the calming waters of the swamp, the gentle sway of laping rivers. Waters that carried the same oaths and secrets and security you were almost granted the day before as you stared and stared and stared-

He blinked and smiled, his eyes suddenly just blue eyes, the profane dissipating like fog in the bogland.

You gasped for air, suddenly feeling your lungs constricted and your skin going cold and damp.

“I’m glad you want to marry me,” he said and straightened up again, “I worried that I might have scared you yesterday. But you called me your fiance, so you must not fear me.”

He chuckled darkly while drawing your form into a hug.

“Ivar on the other hand, has plenty to fear now after picking a fight with the king of under the water.”

#lucky me has so many of swamp and forest photos from hiking which i'm going to use as art work for this series #könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig smut #könig x oc #könig call of duty #call of duty #grimmwriting #monster!könig

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florydaax · 6 months

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The Sims 3 - Stuff Pack Legacy (Lepacy Extended)

Hey, everyone! I completed the Lepacy Challenge recently, but I love my family so much and I want to keep playing with them. That's why I made this challenge! You can play this after you've completed Lepacy but you can also play this challenge on its own! The challenge is inspired by the nine stuff packs. You don't necessarily need the stuff packs to play this. The different generations are inspired by the themes of the packs. Stuff packs also didn't come with any new gameplay so you're not missing anything if you don't have them! This challenge is inspired by the Lepacy Challenge, where each generation is a different expansion pack, but with this challenge each generation is a different stuff pack! (Rules may be subject to change as I'm still playtesting this challenge) Generation One: High-End Loft

Traits: Computer Whiz, Dislikes Children, Party Animal, Snob, Workaholic Lifetime wish: Living in the Lap of Luxury Career: Business Rules: - Live in a loft - Have only one child - Master the guitar skill - Date your boss - Reach the top of the Business career and complete the aspiration Generation Two: Fast Lane Traits: Daredevil, Flirty, Handy, Rebellious, Vehicle Enthusiast Lifetime wish: The Tinkerer Career: Athletic Rules: - Learn to drive as a teen - Have at least 3 cars - Become best friends with your cars - Fix the Fixer-upper Car - Reach the top of the Athletic career and complete the aspiration Generation Three: Outdoor Living Traits: Artistic, Clumsy, Green Thumb, Loves the Outdoors, Natural Cook Lifetime wish: The Perfect Garden Career: Gardener Rules: - Master the cooking and gardening skills - Throw a BBQ party every week - You can only Try for Baby in a hot tub - Reach the top of the Gardener career and complete the aspiration Generation Four: Town Life Traits: Bookworm, Family-Oriented, Friendly, Mooch, Neat Lifetime wish: Super Popular Career: Education or Politician Rules: - Get a part-time job as a teen - Have 20 friends and 5 enemies - Have at least 4 kids - Get out of the house every day - Reach the top of the career and complete the aspiration Generation Five: Master Suite Traits: Commitment Issues, Flirty, Great Kisser, Heavy Sleeper, Irresistible Lifetime wish: Master Romancer Career: Spa specialist Rules: - (Risky) woohoo with different Sims every week - Accidentally get pregnant - Never get married - Complete the aspiration Generation Six: Katy Perry's Sweet Treats Traits: Childish, Insane, Loser, Natural Born Performer, Party Animal Lifetime wish: Vocal Legend Career: Singer Rules: - Live in Candyfornia (or Candy Land) - Adopt a cat (Kitty Purry) - Only eat sweets (no autumn salad allowed) - Throw a party every Friday - Be disliked by 10 Sims - Reach the top of the Singer career and complete the aspiration Generation Seven: Diesel Traits: Artistic, Diva, Grumpy, Perfectionist, Photographer's Eye Lifetime wish: Fashion Phenomenon or Home Design Hotshot Career: Stylist or Interior designer Rules: - Have triplets (you can use cheats/mods for this) - Master the photography skill - Reach the top of the career and complete the aspiration Generation Eight: 70s, 80s & 90s Traits: Flirty, Hot-Headed, Party Animal, Social Butterfly, Virtuoso Lifetime wish: Golden Tongue, Golden Fingers Career: Band Rules: - Play with the triplets, they all have a different style inspired by the pack - Each heir has to master an instrument - Form a band - Complete the aspiration with your main heir Generation Nine: Movie Traits: Ambitious, Brave, Charismatic, Dramatic, Star Quality Lifetime wish: Superstar Actor Career: Film Rules: - Play in 3 different worlds (western, horror and super hero themed) - Live your Sims' life like it's a movie - Reach the top of the Film career and complete the aspiration

#sims3stuffpacklegacy #sims3legacy #sims3 #thesims3 #sims #thesims #ts3

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devildomditzy · 2 years

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Wish Granted - Mammon x AFAB Bodied Reader (NSFW)

Woohoo! I finally finished this! Happy birthday clown boy I am so in love with you 😭

NSFW!! Minors please do not interact!!

This has plot points, dialogue, and spoilers for chapters about 33-38 I believe!!

Tags/Triggers: Language, Smut, AFAB Body Parts, Fingering, Penetration (If you’d like anything else tagged, please let me know!!!)

This is also my first smut please don’t go hard on me lmao anyway let’s go 🌸 - Happy Birthday Mammon!

“W-What we were wishing for… at that moment?”.

Your body goes numb. Acutely aware of the heat rising to your face, your gaze quickly darts to the floor, then back at the seven faces crowded around you. Tightening the grip you had on the bottom of your shirt, you slowly trail your line of vision across the expressions of your pactmates, willing them not to notice the sweat that has begun to gather lightly on your brow until your eyes meet the one who’s attention you cared about most.

Like clockwork, cerulean orbs with golden flecked irises lock onto yours. Feeling yourself shake a bit at the tension, you bring your hand up to your face to feign a cough. “Your video game cursed us into this time loop, and now you have to grant all of our wishes to break it? So uh, how…how exactly are you going to make that happen, Levi?”, you question, voice a little too high.

“Well, of course with all of your guy’s help!”, exclaims the third eldest, who didn’t seems apologetic enough considering the circumstances. A moment of silence befalls the room before the sound of a laugh comes from the mouth of the demon of greed. “Ya, sure, okay. You have fun with that Levi!”, he chuckles before tucking his arms behind his head, turning to leave the room.

“You guys aren’t gonna help?! You do realize this time loop affects us all, right?”, Levi bewilders. “I do have to agree with Mammon on this one”, Satan piques, crossing his arms and exiting the room, “This is your mess, so it’s up to you to fix it.” In what you can only assume is disbelief, Levi turns to Lucifer, who only nods before agreeing. “Right. Levi, it’s your responsibility. See to it that this day does not repeat again.”

At the sight of deer worry on his face, you place a hand on your friend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry Levi, I’ll help you out!”, you cheer, trying to hide the waver in your voice. Jacket covered arms make their way around you. “MC, you’re an angel!”, he cries, causing you to swallow hard, tongue suddenly feeling too big for your mouth.

Right, an angel… your brain feels fuzzy as your heart quickens at the thought of the inevitable fulfillment of your wish, the thoughts that plagued your mind when you found yourself alone. You curse yourself, knowing your idea, what you wanted at that moment, what you’ve wanted for awhile now, was way less than holy.

You begin with Lucifer, assuming it to be easiest to go to the oldest first, who’s wish should be the most rationale. You didn’t expect it to include the one person in this house you were too nervous to take in right now.

“If only Mammon could become a proper demon, life would be so much easier for me.”

You lightly curse under your breath, dragging your feet behind Levi as you make your way to Mammon’s bedroom. This was the last place you wanted to be right now. The silent embarrassment you feel simmers to the surface as soon as you take in the second born’s face. You can faintly hear Levi and Mammon arguing about something, and if you really focused you bet you could make out what they were saying through the ringing in your ears. You trail your gaze throughout his room.

It’s messy. Of course he’d live like a bachelor. Empty chip bags and dirty clothes litter the floor. You turn your attention to his car, a stark contrast on its platform, shining beautifully as if it was just waxed minutes ago. You shift your view downwards, and can feel your heart lurch when your eyes land on his bed. Flashes of your visions play through your head. You dart your tongue between your lips to allow some form of moisture to reach them, noticing how they were all too chapped, mouth feeling all too dry.

You follow their lead, walking back towards Lucifer to bring him the subject of his wish. Words are exchanged between the three of them, something about honesty and something about properness. It’s too hard to focus, the anxiety creeping up your neck making it near impossible. You see Levi run out of the room only to return with something in his hands. A piece of jewelry? A necklace or… a bangle.

Levi slaps the bracket around his brother’s wrist. Wanting to alleviate your own confusion, you try your hardest to tune back in. “So this bangle forces people to tell the truth!”, cheers Levi.

Oh dear Diavolo.

You don’t pay attention to what happens next in their exchange. You just know you need to keep that bangle far away from yourself.

The three of you make your way back to Mammon’s room. Naturally, you assume his wish is the next to grant. It was probably something to do with grimm, you think. You can’t form a deep thought, too busy being acutely aware of where the bracelet was at now, residing in Levi’s pocket. The idea that he could slip it on your wrist at any moment, forcing the intimate details of your wish out at any time; it was almost too much to bear.

You are suddenly brought back to the present moment at Mammon’s sudden pause. He’s refusing to tell Levi his wish. Why would he…

You begin to question his actions, but cannot complete the thought before Levi slips the bracelet back onto his brother. “Just so you’re aware, that bangle is made so that only the person who puts it on you can take it off.” You feel your body tense at the sentiment that falls out of Levi’s mouth. Your panic attack subsides as you hear Mammon call your name.

“I was thinkin’ about MC! I mean, I saw how MC was cozying up to Satan and Belphie and everyone at the party… bein’ all flirty and stuff. Like, if ya keep showin’ that sweet and happy side of yours in front of everyone like that, they’re all gonna fall for you! That’s why I wish you’d only do that sorta stuff when you’re alone with m…mmhhaohm..”

His words are cut off when he brings his hand to clamp over his mouth.

Your heart jumps to your throat and swells at your crushes’ confession. It’s almost too good to be true. Sure, Mammon’s made passing comments about his affection for you, but only in private, and never like this. You find yourself too stunned to speak.

“D’AAAAH LEVI! Take this damn bangle offa me before I go blurtin’ out even more stuff I shouldn’t!”, Mammon rages at his brother. Your mind continues to buffer as Levi refuses and darts out of the room. When you finally begin to regain some form of consciousness, it’s stolen from you again as a tanned hand wraps around your wrist firmly. “Hey, MC! C’mon you gotta help me! I’m gonna catch Levi and FORCE him to take this thing offa me!”.

You stumble over your own feet trying to match pace with Mammon as he leads you out to the main hallway, continuing his tirade about catching Levi all while pulling at the object fastened around his wrist. It’s kind of funny, you think to yourself. One of the most feared leaders of the Devildom bested by a bracelet. But, you figure this is best left unsaid, for his sake of course.

He seems to read your thoughts with his next sentence. “It’s no use. I can’t get this damn bangle off no matter how hard I try. What am I suppose to do? I can’t take havin’ this thing on me!”

It’s his next blurb that takes you by surprise.

“Like, what if I accidentally let it slip that I love you, huh!?”

You feel your body engulfing itself in what feels to be red-hot flames, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover up the fact it had dropped open in shock. Was this your wish coming true in some round about way? Was this Levi’s doing? It felt too good to be true.

Mammon seems to mirror your shock, quickly averting his eyes towards the floor. The words find their way out of your mouth before you can stop yourself, “How much do you like me exactly?”. You feel a tinge of regret, knowing it wasn’t fair to ask him such a thing while he was under the influence of this magical item, but the giddiness in your stomach wins over your rationality.

“I love you so much it’s crazy! Like, so much that my stomach fills with butterflies and my heart jumps out of my chest!”, he all but word-vomits out, not being able to help it. “I think about you all the time, even when you’re not around! Like, I feel like I’m losin’ my mind!”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. “D’AAAAH this is bad! I keep blurtin’ out every thought that pops into my head!”.

“Every thought huh….”, you trail off. Now that was an idea. If everyone’s wishes needed to be granted tonight, that includes you. Under normal circumstances, there’s no way you’d EVER be able to admit your thoughts out loud, short circuiting every time the images that ran through your mind popped into view. You doubt you could stand to look the avatar of greed in the eyes and admit your…fantasies… aloud to him and still have a single ounce of pride left in you after, even if he did just state his love for you. This was a step further. Scratch that, leaps and bounds forward. But, if you put on that bracelet, you’d have no choice but to fess up, your wants brought to surface in order to break this time loop.

“I cant let any of my brothers hear me talkin’ like this”, his eyes dart around, looking for something. “Come on, MC! We’ll worry about findin’ Levi later.”

Once again his hand finds its way to your wrist, but your quick to slide your own upwards, taking his hand into your own. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear you saw his blush get even darker. You allow him to pull you into the first door he sees, leading you both into one of the house’s many bathrooms.

“…All right, great. No one’s gonna be able to hear me from in here.” His usually demeanor seems to faulted as he shifts his focus on to you. His voice is barely above a whisper. “Now listen’. I’m willin’ to tell ya what it is I wished for…But only you, okay? Because you’re special to me.”

You promise not to laugh as you you watch him fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. You have to stop yourself from reaching a hand out to touch his face, his bashfulness letting on to the severity of his words. You know first hand how hard it is for him to share his feelings.

“So, here’s the thing. What I want is, you know, to h….me”, he mumbles under his breath. “Speak clearly, Mammon”, you encourage him to elaborate. “Ugh…I don’t wanna”, he huffs back in response. Tentatively, you decide to reach a shaky hand out to lift his chin, eyes meeting your gaze.

“All right, fine. What I said is…

I want to hear you say you like me, okay?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. You couldn’t count how many days you’ve waited to hear Mammon say those words to you, how you’ve dreamt of him reciprocating your feelings you haven’t dared to admit. “Ugh… This is so embarrassing. Like, what kind of messed up torture is this anyway…”.

He goes in depth, explaining the train of thought that brought him to his wish. The excitement you feel makes you forget about the agony of admitting your own. Your words burst out of your mouth like fireworks, “I love you too, Mammon!”. Tears brim at your lash line as you throw you arms around him, almost making him lose his balance.

“Yeah, I love you too, like so much that it’s crazy. I don’t care if you’re a human and I’m a demon. None of that matters. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t need anything else.”

His words wash over you like a waterfall. You’re not sure who to thank at this point, but you wish the higher powers that brought you to him profusely in your head.

“Hmm, THATS weird”, a voice rips you out of your trace. Huh, you didn’t expect those higher powers to respond to you. “Yeah, it IS weird. I mean, I’m the Avatar of Greed, ya know? And yet here I am, head over heels on love with MC.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You freeze in place. You know that voice, and right now you could kill it’s owner for listening in on this intimate moment. Levi’s messy blue hair pops up from inside the bathtub. “I meant it’s weird that the charm doesn’t seem to have faded.”

The third born seems indifferent to his brother’s shock as he simply turns to you asking who’s wish you should try granting next. You can’t help but flicker your eyes to the bracelet on Mammon’s wrist. Well, if your wish HAD to be granted, you suppose now would be the best time to admit it.

“Levi, take the bangle off of Mammon”, you command. “What! Why?”, exclaims the otaku, “He’s finally being proper! You know, not a total scumbag!”

You ignore Mammon’s indignant shouts at his brother for the insult and Levi’s protesting, simply stating “I’ll need it to grant my wish.” With that sentiment, both boys shut up, Mammon offering up his wrist for Levi to slip the bracelet off and hand it to you. “I’ll also need this”, you finish, grabbing Mammon’s hand with a devilish smile and leading him back out into the hallway.

“H-Hey! Where are you going! Wait for me!”, calls Levi as he begins to exit the bathroom. Unfortunately for him, he finds himself unable to follow you, pact mark lighting up at your orders. “Go ahead and see if you can grant any of the other wishes without me. We’ll take care of my own.” You throw Mammon a chaste smile, taking in the way that his breathing hitches as you lead the demon back towards his own bedroom.

Now, it was your turn for your breath to hitch, nerves getting the better of you. You’d think just admitting your love for each other would make this part easier, but if anything it made it that much harder.

It’s Mammon who breaks the heavy silence between the two of you, blush still apparent on his face as you both lean against his pool table. “So uh, what’d ya need the bangle for? Cause if it’s to get me to admit more mushy stuff, I ain’t talkin’!”, he jokes, laughing lightly to try to dissipate the mood that had fallen between the two of you.

“A-Actually, I’m gonna need you to put this on me”, you you mutter, looking anywhere but at the demon before you’s face. A questioning look replaced his slight grin. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask why.

“Cause if I put it on, I can take it off right? And then I have a chance to chicken out, you know, not tell you my wish…what I was thinking about when Levi activated the curse.”

“Ah, cmon MC! Whatever yer wish was it can’t be anymore embarrassin’ than mine. And look, it turned out juuuuust fine!”, he flashes that blinding grin at you. The pit (and fire) in your stomach only grows. You give him your shaking wrist and a nod, allowing him to slip the bangle over your wrist.

No going back now…

“All right MC, now the The Great Mammon what ya wished for!”

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The worry inside you bubbles up and threatens to spill over onto the floor. He’s been frozen for a while now, the same expression on his face. The tension in the room is almost palpable, like if you reached out you could grab it. It’s been a full minute of silence from the second born, a rare occasion, since your wish fell from your lips into the air.

Finally, he clears his throat to speak, the brightest red you’ve ever seen beginning to adorn this cheeks, “Y-you want me to t-take you? Ya mean like on a date right? Ha ha, yeah sure MC! W-we can uh, w-we can go anywhere you’d like, just name the place and we’ll-”

“Mammon, that’s not what I meant”, you cut him off, staring at the floor which had suddenly become very interesting ever since your wish had left your mouth.

“D-don’t ya think I know that! J-just gimme a minute!”, he clambers, clearly not expecting the request you laid out in front of him.

Another moment of silence passes as you watch the second born scrunch his eyes shut, breathing deeply. He brings up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, contemplating. “W-we don’t have to! If you don’t want to! Really, it was stupid of me to even suggest it! I-I’m so sorry this is probably so awkward. Let’s go help Levi grant the others wishes first! T-that way we don’t have to do mine until last! A-and the spell will probably break before-”

This time he cuts you off, seemingly coming to a decision in his mind. “MC, quiet down would ya?”, he huffs, setting his glasses down on the pool table. You watch him carefully as he shimmies off his jacket, throwing it haphazardly onto the felt. You take a step back. Was it shock you were feeling? Surprise? Embarrassment?

He opens his eyes and stares daggers into your soul. Something in the mood has shifted, his usual goofy demeanor gone. As he moves toward you, you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine - something he takes notice of with a low chuckle. “So, I was busy worryin’ that you wouldn’t tell me ya liked me, and the whole time you were thinkin’ about this?

He reaches you now, towering over you with his stature. He lifts a hand to your chin, roughly cupping your face to run his thumb over your cheek. “Seems like The Great Mammon’s been on your mind, huh?”, he whispers, almost jeering at you, teasing you. His thumb moves to run across your bottom lip, soft and smooth. You can stop the quiet whimper that leaves your throat, eyes blinking rapidly up at the demon before you.

“That’s a good human.”

You melt into his touch, unable to meet his gaze now. You swallow thickly, trying not to show him how much the little nickname effected you, but it was no use. “Ya like that, don’tcha MC? Bein’ a good little human? Bein’ my good little human.”

You can’t help it now. His name leaves your throat like a plea, “M-Mammon~”.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his face ever closer to yours. “That’s it, say my name.”

He stops his advances right before his lips meet yours, a ghost of uncertainty on his face. You flutter your lashes at him, silently willing him to continue. “Are you sure you want this?”, he asks quietly, almost timid now. Your heart softens at the sight. This. This is one of things that made you fall for him. The side of him he never showed his brothers; The side of him that was reserved only for you.

You bring your own hand up to settle on his own, gently caressing the back. “Mams, of course I want this. And I want this with no one else. There is no one else, it’s just you.” The expression that fills his orbs can only be described as adoration. “My wish,,” you continue “I was thinking about, you know, this because I’m always thinking about you. I’ve been head over heels for you since I got here. I love you, Mammon.”

It’s all he needs to hear. The second born’s eyes light up before he leans in, closing the gap between you. What starts soft and slow quickly becomes a needy mess of teeth and spit, tangled limbs and wanton touches.

He seems to experiment, biting down softly on your bottom lip. Gasping at the subtle pain, he quickly takes the advantage to slip his tongue into his mouth, beginning a fight for dominance. Though it was one you’d let him win, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You finally pull back with a soft moan, much to his annoyance as he chases your lips once more. You place a hand onto his chest, “Mams, as nice as that was, I still need to breathe”, you giggle, as he pops a cocky expression. “Oi, so you’re sayin’ I took yer breath away, huh?”, he smirks.

“Oh God, shut up!”, you laugh, playfully slapping at his grip, your nerves setting back in when you realize the smile he sported has slowly left his face. “Oh right, s-sorry”, you stutter, “You know it’s just a human saying.” His eyes narrow as he pulls you ever closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “You should know better than to mention that name here..”, he trails off, breathing deeply before continuing, “Don’tcha worry, by the time I’m done with ya the only thing you’ll remember how to say is mine.”

He punctuates the thought with a harsh nip to your ear lobe, sharp canines almost breaking skin. “A-ah!”, you can’t help but squeak at the sensation, going to reach a hand up to muffle yourself before he firmly grasps it, pulling it down to your side. “None of that. I wanna hear all the noises ya could possibly make.”

His hands start to move from your shoulders now, softly running up and down the skin of your arms to make their way to your plush hips as his attack on all your senses continues. Feeling bold from his ministrations, you decide to test to waters, teasingly reaching a hand down to grasp his growing length trapped beneath his jeans.

“F-fuck”, he can’t help but groan, taking a sharp intake of breath at the feeling, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “On the bed. Now”, he hisses out, a demand you gladly comply with.

As soon as your back hits the sheets, Mammon is on top of you, hovering with a dangerous look in his eye. In an instant his lips reach yours again in a messy haze of want. His hands slide down from their place by your head to reach your chest. He hesitates only a second before squeezing your breasts beneath his palms, fingers digging into the flesh.

“Do you know just how long I’ve dreamt of seein’ ya like this? Havin’ ya underneath me? Undressin’ ya with my own two hands?”, his tone sultry as he continues feeling you up.

“Well then what are you waiting for? Help me take these off?”, you blink up at him innocently, but your voice was laced with something so much more sinister. The second born goes red at your suggestion, hands moving faster than he can keep up with as he lifts your shirt up over your head and all but tears at your bra.

“A-ah careful! That was expensive!”, you complain, bracing yourself as you hear an inevitable rip in the material due to his rough handling. He’s almost out of breath when he replies a quick “I’ll buy ya another”, too excited to get to the main event.

As soon as the material leaves your form, he latches on, biting and sucking harshly. You can’t help the high pitched sounds that leave your throat as his tongue circles your nipple softly, only to be interrupted by the feeling of sharp fangs clamping down. Bringing a hand up to your other breast, he begins poking and pinching, rolling the nipple between his fingers mercilessly.

“I-it’s too much! Slow down puh-please”, you plead, feeling the familiar sensation begin to bubble in your stomach. Your words fall on deaf ears. Now that he’s heard those pretty noises that you can make, how could you expect him to hold back? Maybe if he were a better man, he thinks to himself, he could be softer, making this a tender moment. But he’s not; He’s one of the Devildom’s Seven Leaders for a reason dammit.

His mouth leaves your chest to once again crash upon your lips, as his hand dips down between your thighs, beginning to rub at the material of your jeans. You almost can’t hold back now either, breaking apart your kiss to speak. “Mams, I need you”, you whine, giving the boy above you your best pout. He laughs, jeering at your display, “Glad to know I’m not the only one here who’s impatient.”

In a flash, he unbuttons your jeans, pulling the denim down along with your panties. As soon as the cold air hits your most private area, you cross your legs, covering up. His face flashes concern. “O-oi, what’s wrong?”, he asks, leaning back to give you space just in case you changed your mind. You simply giggle up at the white haired demon, “It’s not fair that I’m the only one undressed, you know.”

It takes a second before your request hits him, but you know it does when an annoying smirk flashes across his face. “Oh? Didn’t get enough from all my cover shoots did ya? Don’t worry, MC, I’ll give ya juuust what ya want”.

Oh you know what he’s doing. That absolute dick.

Slowly, sloooowly, Mammon reaches his hand under his shirt, slightly lifting up the material to let you peak at his abs. He runs his fingers up and down the muscles before lifting the black shirt up and over his head, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck once freed, lolling it from side to side. His eyes flicker down at you to test your expression, finding you gulping at the sight.

“Ya like whatcha see dontcha, MC?”, he questions with an irritating cockiness, hands reaching his waist now to carefully, agonizingly, undo his leather belt at a snail’s pace. “Mams, p-please!”, you cry out at his little strip tease, “Need you now!”. His face softens with your pleading. “Gah! okay, okay- ya know how cute ya sound when you beg?”, he huffs speeding up his movements.

He strips himself completely, leaving you both bare within each other’s presences. He leans down now, eyes full of appreciation as he begins kissing down your body. Softly, a hand comes down to rub at your mound. He pokes at your clit, rubbing in circles once he hears you begin to cry out. One ring clad finger enters you, then another as he stretches you out, preparing you for what’s to come.

“So wet, so pretty, and’s all for me”, he breaths, “how in the hell did I get so lucky?”. You smile at his admission, leave it to him to be so cute at a time like this. His eyes flash up at you, a beautiful mix of lust and love. He seems almost shy when he asks, “Do ya think you’re ready now?”.

You nod at him with a soft smile, reaching a hand out to caress his cheek. He leans into the affection, expression matching yours. “Right. Just let me know if ya need me to stop.” Your small nod signals the okay as he lines up with your entrance.

He slides in gently, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. The stimulation is dizzying. He’s certainly the biggest you’ve had - as to be expected of a demon - but you’re so over taken by the sensation of him stretching you out, and your wish being granted at the same time. He gives an experimental thrust and he already has you on the brink.

He’s knows it too if your clenching is anything to go by. “Shit- so tight!”, he groans through his teeth, “Keep that up I’m not gonna be able to last.” As he begins to set the pace, your mind goes blank. It’s not long before he has you seeing stars. “M-Mammo.. gonna…”, you manage to choke out, letting him know your limits. “Y-yea, me too,” he huffs, “Go on an cum for me, ya? Cum for me treasure.”

At his command, you fall apart. He chases after you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he finishes inside. “F-fuck, I love ya, MC”, he croaks out before coming down from his high, collapsing on top of you.

It takes a bit for you both to catch your breath, still basking in the afterglow of the moment. He holds you in a vice grip, like he can’t believe what just happened actually happened; Like he’s afraid you’ll leave him at any moment. He lifts his head up to look at you, face flushed and adorably messy.

“So, do ya think the time loop broke? I-I mean we granted your wish?”, He questions. “I dunno, I guess we’d need to go find Levi to see. Wanna go check?”, you ask, studying his beautiful wrecked expression.

He burries his head back into its rightful place in your neck before muttering, “Nah, not yet. Let’s stay like this for awhile. If we don’t repeat today again, I wanna savor this moment while it lasts.”

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Poison

Woohoo!! Day 27 is done <3. And, this chapter was superrr fun for me to write too teehee. I hope you like it :).

AO3

Marinette's fingers trembled as she clutched her side, the wound inflicted by the akuma burning with an unnatural heat. She stumbled, skidding across the tiled streets of Paris as her vision blurred. She lifted her head up, feeling lightheaded by how the buildings and Parisian homes around her seemed to tilt and sway. Her stomach roiled at the sight and she quickly clenched her eyes shut, desperate to get rid of the nausea.

This wasn’t good. In fact, this was very... very bad. She needed to transform. Needed to defeat the akuma using her lucky charm to repair any damage. But right now, with how dizzy she was, Marinette wasn’t certain she’d even be able to move.

Regardless, she pushed herself up onto her knees, gritting her teeth at the movement. She groaned, straining to stand up before she collapsed once again. She pressed her fingers more forcefully against her side. She needed to find a quiet place to transform. Surely being Ladybug would at least somewhat stem the effects of whatever this akuma had done to her. A flash of darkness on a rooftop above her left her squinting.

"Marinette!" Chat’s shout broke through her haze, urgent and filled with worry. He was by her side in an instant, jumping from the rooftop to the street she was curled up on, his gloved hand reaching out to squeeze her shoulder softly. "What happened?"

"I… I got hit," she managed to say, her voice weak. "The akuma… I-I think it has a poisoned blade."

Chat’s eyes widened in horror. He carefully scooped her up into his arms, his heart pounding. "Hang on, Marinette. I'm getting you to safety."

Her eyes shut as she leaned into him. Good. Maybe he’d be able to get her somewhere quiet. If he dropped her off at her room and then left to deal with the akuma, she’d be able to transform. For now, though, Marinette curled up even further into his arms, fighting against the haze of dizziness and nausea as she attempted to slow her racing heartbeat.

With swift, agile movements, Chat carried Marinette to her balcony, laying her down on her lawn chair gently. She cracked her eyes open, giving him a weak grin. “Thank you, kitty,” she managed to mumble out.

“Marinette, you don’t look so good.” He frowned, his brow creased with worry. He gently traced his thumb down her wound, shaking his head. “I’m going to stay here. Ladybug can handle the akuma but I need to make certain you’re alright.”

“No!” she shouted, sitting up and wincing at the pain. “I-I mean I’m fine. Ladybug needs your help. I-I’ll be okay.”

Chat stared down worriedly at her side and she looked down at it for the first time as well. Marinette flinched at how terrible it looked. A green ooze was leaking from her wound, the poison obviously working its way through her system. Her mind raced, trying to think of the fastest way of getting him out of here but it felt like everything was so slow. She could barely string together a coherent sentence in her head.

Sucking in a slow, deep breath, Marinette gathered her thoughts as her eyes slowly closed. She dug her nails into her palm, trying to focus. He needed to leave for her to transform for her to get better.

"Don't worry, purrincess," he said, his voice softer now, though no less determined. "I'm going to find a way to save you."

Marinette's eyes fluttered, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Chat… you... you need to go. You have to stop the akuma."

He brushed a stray hair from her forehead, his eyes so full of concern and worry that it had her heart thumping even faster. "I need to make sure you're safe."

“I will be.” She shook her head. “But Ladybug needs to use her lucky charm for me to be fixed again. You know that.”

She gasped, pressing into her side as she hunched against another wave of intense agony. Chat needed to leave. Now. Otherwise, she was going to be completely useless. But he was still looking at her with a fear so wild that Marinette almost thought he had feelings for her. But that was impossible. He had already rejected her. Multiple times.

“Go! Please!” She waved him off. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be right here when you get back.”

Finally, his anxiety melted away as a grim look of determination and understanding lit up his eyes. Chat gave her a firm nod before extending his baton and leaping away.

With another groan of agony, Marinette pulled out her phone. It was too late. She had to resort to plan B. If she transformed now, she’d be completely useless. With a shaky inhale, she texted her best friend.

Minutes felt like hours until finally, Alya arrived, crashing open her balcony trapdoor. Her eyes widened at the sight of Marinette lying there, pale and weak. Quickly, she rushed over, clutching at her hands. "Marinette!" she cried, rushing to her side. "What happened?"

“N-no time to explain.” She quickly took off her earrings, shoving them into Alya’s hands. “The akuma’s blade i-is poisoned. Y-you need to transform a-and defeat him. Chat will help. I-I trust you.” Alya nodded, her face set in determination. "I'll take care of the akuma. Just keep fighting. You’re strong."

Marinette gave a weak nod, relief flooding her as Alya transformed into Scarabella and used her yo-yo to leap away. The tense minutes stretched on as she fought against the poison's effects. She clung to consciousness, her thoughts filled with worry for her friends.

Slowly, however, she began to feel the effects of the poison lessen. She sighed with relief. Alya must have defeated the akuma. Marinette glanced towards the city, her thoughts turning to Chat Noir. She hoped he was okay, that he hadn't been hurt during the battle, that she hadn’t terrified him too badly. Just then, a familiar figure landed gracefully on her balcony, the moonlight casting a silver glow on his black suit.

"Marinette!" Chat's voice held a mix of relief and concern as he rushed to her side, his eyes scanning her for any signs of distress. "Are you okay? What happened?"

She managed a weak smile, reaching out to take his hand. "I'm okay, mon minou. Thanks to you and Ladybug. You saved me."

His eyes softened as he squeezed her hand back gently. "I was so worried. Seeing you like this..."

"I'm sorry I worried you," Marinette said softly, her gaze meeting his. "But you helped save the day. I don’t think Ladybug could have done it without you."

Chat’s expression shifted to one of determination. "I'll always be here for you, Marinette. No matter what."

She felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest at his words. She knew she could rely on him, just as he could rely on her. They were a team, both in and out of costume.

"Thank you, Chaton," Marinette said, her voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

Chat smiled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Anytime, purrincess. Just don't scare me like that again, okay?"

She chuckled weakly, feeling grateful for the friends and allies she had. As Chat stayed by her side, cuddling close to her with a reassuring and protective embrace, Marinette knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always overcome them together.

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