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writersrealmbts · 5 years ago

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Shattered Pieces: As Time Flies

Description: Time is a funny thing, and life makes it fly by faster than you can think with your mate, cubs, and all the other guys.

Warnings: If you haven’t guessed it by now, there’s a lot of stuff that happens and you’ll need to use your own judgement, if it starts to trigger you or something, just stop reading. It’s okay.

Posted: 11/15/19

Tags: hybrid bts, yoongi x reader

So much Angst/some fluff: 5,250 words

A/N: This isn’t my best quality work, but I had a lot to cover and just wanted to get it over with so I could move on. So, yeah. Have this pathetic excuse for a chapter.

“I can’t be confined to bed, I’ve got four kits, a puppy, a mate and four other men that rely on me to a degree they don’t even understand themselves,” You argued with the doctor, but you knew it was futile before you even tried.

“Look, if you want your kittens to make it, you’re going to have to limit your movement to less than three-hundred steps a day. No stairs, no lifting, no bending, if you aren’t walking, you’re sitting.”

Yeah, Yoongi wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

“And you need to limit the stress in your environment.”

You tilted your head. “Four kits, a puppy, a mate, and four other men and you want me…” You started laughing. “To limit the stress in my environment?”

“If you want your kittens to survive, yes.”

You shook your head, not having any other response. “I want my mate.”

“Miss—”

“Let. Him. In.” You gritted out, glaring at them.

The doctor finally nodded, and they backed out.

Yoongi rushed in, quickly coming to your side but hovering just before touching you, as if afraid he’ll hurt you. “What’d they say?”

“I’m okay, and the baby is okay, but I’m on bed-rest, and I need to reduce the stress in my environment.”

“Or?”

“Or we might lose the baby,” You whispered, shuddering.

He quickly pressed in to scent you, obviously distressed as well, but it was comforting to have him by your side. “So…it was just stress?”

You shrugged, tucking your head into his neck for safety.

His hand lightly brushed over your stomach. “I know it’ll drive you crazy, but we’ll figure it out, okay?

You nodded. Then you frowned. “Can you get that doctor back in here?”

“Um…I can try?” He looked at you worriedly.

“Please do. She said something, and I…I’m not sure I heard her right. I was upset and I wanted you.” You fidgeted.

He nodded, and quickly kissed you a few times before heading out to find the doctor.

Hoseok came back with him and the nurse that had been with the doctor.

“Sorry, he’s with another patient right now, I understand you had questions?”

“She said kittens, plural, I was under the understanding that I was carrying one? There were no multiples in the ultrasound,” You said carefully.

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Oh?”

You looked at him expectantly.

Yoongi’s eyes were huge.

“We…saw five when we did an ultrasound upon your arrival, which isn’t unusual for cat hybrids, especially your particular breed,” He said, then looked over Yoongi quickly. “And your mate’s. I thought you knew, that’s why you passed out, you were suffering from deficiencies related to your pregnancy as well as stress.”

Hoseok caught Yoongi before he hit the floor, but he looked pretty stunned as well.

“Five?!”

———

Jin stared. “Five?! You’re going to have quintuplets?”

“Apparently it’s a fairly normal occurrence for mine and yoongi’s breeds of hybrid,” You grumbled, curling up more.

He shook his head. “And Hoseok’s the only other one that knows?”

“Yeah. We haven’t called the others yet. We aren’t sure how to tell them. One was going to be hard enough, but five?”

“And you’re considered a risky pregnancy now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Strict bed rest.”

“Has Yoongi said anything yet?”

“Incoherent babble. Hoseok’s walking him around the block and making him drink a bottle of water before bringing him back. You have excellent timing.” You sighed and fussed at the blankets. “But where’s Jungkook?”

“When we heard you were at the hospital, I came here, he want back to the house.” He looked away, fidgeting.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

He looked back at you, confused.

You shook your head. “This probably didn’t help you much.”

He smiled a bit. “I told you. I’m okay today. I’m not that worried about the future of having five more kits to take care of. It’s just…Jungkook.”

You pointed to the extra pillow and he handed to you so that you could curl up a little more comfortably while looking at him. Waiting for him to continue.

“I went this time because of the interview, but also because I was worried about hurting him. He was crying before I got back to the apartment, after you called. Not when I got there, but I could tell he had been. He’s so strong, but I feel like he gets more fragile with every passing week and I can’t help but worry that I’m the one doing that to him. I tried to push him, to take care of himself, especially when I was having good days. But he always came back to me, and I…I can’t….” He sighed. “If I become the reason he breaks, I think it might kill me.”

You bit your lip, letting the silence stretch because you knew he wasn’t done talking it out.

He looked at the ceiling. “You know, it’s stupid. I snuck out because I really just…I wanted to get drunk and hook up with someone and just be…normal? I get to the damn bar, and all I can hear is Jungkook saying that depressed people shouldn’t drink because alcohol is a depressant and telling me we should go to the arcade instead because gaming doesn’t need alcohol to be fun, so I go there and I’m bored because I don’t have anyone to play the games with. I tried to give him space, and yet he’s still in my head, chirping that I should try eating good food to cheer myself up but it’s past midnight and the arcade is closing and I can’t think of where to go to find good food so instead I go back to the apartment, and sitting on the counter is ramyun and Jungkook loves ramyun and makes it really well. But he’s not there. He’s not there, and I know why, and it’s my fault because I tried to be a good…whatever I am and make sure he took care of himself. But I’m weak. I hated being there without him. I hated it. What’s wrong with me?”

“Um…kind of…sounds like you’re in—”

“Don’t say it!” Jin said, looking scared. “I know where you’re going with that sentence and don’t. Don’t…I can’t be…I…I practically raised him…he’s my brother….”

“At least you’re not actually related?” You pointed out.

He groaned. “Stop. This isn’t happening.”

“What’s not happening?” Hoseok asked, leading Yoongi in, the latter of which walked zombie-like to your side and crawled on to spoon you like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.

“Nothing,” You answered instead. “Has he made sense yet?”

“Well, he muttered something about five mouths being a lot to feed on a journalist’s paycheck, but that’s about it.” Hoseok sat beside Jin, resting an arm around Jin’s shoulders.

Jin leaned into the touch, holding your gaze. “Do you want us to leave you two alone to talk?”

“Nah, I think he’s going to sleep and I couldn’t sleep if I wanted to. Keep me company. Help me figure out what to say to everyone else.”

Hoseok shrugged. “Probably just rip the bandage off. Preferably while they’re sitting so that we don’t have to worry about head injuries.”

You sighed and nodded. “Do I have to do it?”

“Nope. We’ll make Yoongi do it tonight when we go home.”

“Not leaving,” Yoongi growled.

“You don’t have a choice, hyung, no visitors after hours. We’ll be back as soon as we can and she’s getting released in the morning. They just want to keep her under observation for the night. Besides, I think we have to move some things around if she’s not allowed to use the stairs.”

Yoongi cussed under his breath, kissing your nape. “I’m not gonna sleep.”

“You should try to—” You started arguing, but he cut you off.

“I won’t be able to. Not while you’re here.” He growled a little, but it was more upset than grumpy.

You rubbed his arm, sighing softly. “I won’t either, but that’s because this place smells and they’ve scheduled me to have extra medicine and crap in the middle of the night.”

“Hospitals are the worst,” Yoongi grumbled.

“We’ll have to deal with it for the kittens, there’s no way I’m having a home-birth. Not with five. Too risky.”

He shuddered. “Agreed. But I’ve heard there are special birthing clinics nowadays. Maybe we can go to one of those instead?”

“We can look into it,” You agreed.

——

Apparently, Heiran hadn’t released Jin since he stepped foot in the house, but she did once you were settled into the bed in yours and Yoongi’s room, which had been entirely relocated into the empty bedroom next to Misuk’s nursery on the first floor that had previously been used for storage.

All of your cubs were curled up around you that first day you were back, and quite often throughout the weeks and months that followed, no matter where you ended up.

Things were crazy, but the guys had really stepped up, despite their own lives getting busier.

VRM Fashion had started trending like crazy and Yoongi had started helping them for some extra cash since they were always short on photographers. Jin and Jungkook sometimes got roped into modeling for them as well when their male models fell-through.

Jin also had a part-time job at a company, and it wasn’t great but he liked having a job again.

Since it was summer, the kids didn’t really have lessons, but you worked with Jungkook and Hoseok to make sure the kids brains were stimulated from your stuck position. Sitting, laying down, and wishing you could walk more than three hundred steps.

The nursery looked crowded with five cribs, and the boys were already stock-piling diapers.

Yoongi had found and arranged for you to go to a special birthing house for cat-hybrids, just as medically equipped as a hospital with less germs and more specialized knowledge. When you met with them, they didn’t seem at all surprised at you being pregnant with quintuplets, but they took the concerns presented by your doctors in stride before showing you one of the nesting-rooms.

Summer flew by as your stomach inflated to an unreal size and five little bodies kicked at your stomach.

You weren’t even surprised when you went into labor early, getting to the clinic and nesting with the blankets and such that Yoongi remembered to bring from home.

One was stillborn.

But the other four were alive. Two boys. Two girls. The stillborn had been another girl.

You had known it was a risk with having multiples, and with your condition throughout your pregnancy.

“We never thought of names,” You whispered the first morning after, as you and Yoongi carefully held them all after finishing feeding.

He just purred in amusement.

Yerin and Soyoung for the girls, Cheolmin and Hyunseok for the boys.

Hyunseok had a heart defect, and the doctors were worried about his chances.

Jowoon was enamored with their existence, while Heiran was confused, but happy that she could hug you again without your stomach getting in the way.

Jihun was your helper, always willing to hold one, just like he did with Misuk, who was oblivious to this change.

He held your hand tightly while they buried Hyunseok.

“I should be more upset,” You whispered to your therapist one day. They’d forced you back in June to meet with a therapist to try and help reduce your stress levels, and you’d chosen the one Jin recommended. “I know I should. I lost two of my babies. I have five cribs, and three babies. I buried my baby after two weeks with him. But…even though I’m sad, and I wish that he’d made it, I’m also so happy because of my other three, and my cubs. Misuk is talking up a storm and she’s been telling babble stories to the babes and it’s adorable. And Jowoon is such an eager learner, and Heiran’s and Jihun are growing up so well. And the guys, and Yoongi, they’re doing well. Yoongi…he’s more affected by it than me….”

“Don’t compare what you perceive his level of grief to be to your own,” She suggested gently. “Do you feel at peace with Hyunseok’s passing?”

You nodded. “I do. We knew that he could die, and…I think he would have been in more pain than I could bear if he survived infancy. And…my stillborn daughter…I knew it was a risk, and I knew I was lucky that the four were born alive given my condition in early June. The risk is always higher for twin and triplets, how much more so with quintuplets.” You sighed.

“Have you told Yoongi your thoughts on all of this?”

You nodded.

“And how did he react?”

“He listened. He was really quiet. Then he nodded, told me he loved me, kissed me on the forehead and didn’t really say anything else about it.”

“And the other boys? How did they take Hyunseok’s passing?”

You shrugged. “They were upset.”

“Do you feel things aren’t right?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “There are other things that play into it, too. Like Jin and Jungkook. I’m pretty sure Jin is in love with Jungkook, but he’s trying not to be and so he keeps pushing Jungkook away and then pulling him close again and Jungkook’s just worried every time he’s pushed away because he’s oblivious, and then Taehyung is dating someone new and Namjoon doesn’t approve so they’ve been fighting on and off, and….”

“And you’re trying to fix everything again even though you know you can’t?”

You nodded. “It’s been a year since I met all of them, you know, and everything is so drastically different from then.”

“How so?”

“Well, for one thing, I was a little terrified of bunnies because I’d been teaching a school full of them before going to work for them as a tutor and I didn’t have much fur on my tail from it getting abused by said bunnies. They were still reeling from the loss of their brother and his wife. Heiran wasn’t speaking. I was…kind of lost. But I’m not now. I’ve never felt more…fulfilled.”

“Everyone grieves differently. You’ve accepted his death, and that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt, it just means you understand why it hurts. You’re at peace with it, and that’s okay. You need to talk to Yoongi, because I think you need to have clarity on what is going through his head. If he’s not ready to talk about it, don’t push him. As for the others, it’s not your job to fix them. They’ll figure things out eventually, especially if they’re as close as you describe.”

You sighed and nodded.

Taehyung looked up as you walked into the living room later that evening. He was holding Soyoung. “Hey, how was your appointment?”

“Fine, mostly just me sorting my own thoughts.” You went and sat beside him, kissing the top of your babe’s head.

“Are you okay?” He asked, sounding more concerned.

You smiled. “I’m fine. Really. I’m actually more worried about you and Namjoon.”

“Oh, we’re good. He was right. I dumped her.” He shrugged, looking down at Soyoung.

You huffed out a laugh. “Figures.”

“I’m more concerned about Jin. He’s dropped off the face of the earth again. For all of us. He’s not answering calls, he wasn’t at work, and he’s not at the apartment.”

You pulled out your phone and quickly called Jin.

Taehyung looked surprised when it actually rang.

“Hello?”

“Jin? Where are you?” You asked, leaving Taehyung’s side so he couldn’t eavesdrop.

“Carriage house.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a moment. “Didn’t want to face people. Didn’t have anywhere else to go where they wouldn’t look for me.”

“What happened?”

“Got fired. Again.”

You waited, hearing something more in the silence. “And?”

“I got drunk. I slept with someone.”

You bit your cheek.

“It was way worse. It was really bad.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m coming over.”

“Y/n—”

“I’m coming over,” You repeated and then hung up. “Jungkook?”

He hopped in with Jowoon on his shoulders. “Yeah?”

“Come on. I need you to help me with Jin.”

“Hyung? You’ve heard from him?”

“She called him and he answered,” Taehyung said, sounding a little bitter.

“Because I made him promise me he would always answer my calls. Jowoonie, I need to steal Jungkookie.”

“M’kay mumma,” He murmured happily and bounded over to Taehyung, crawling up onto the couch and purring over the baby.

Jungkook followed you. “Where is he? Is he okay? What’s wrong?”

“He got fired again, and…” You turned so that you were facing him. “He was hurting, and he got drunk. He slept with someone and he’s not…he’s not coping.”

Jungkook’s jaw set. “Where is he.”

“Carriage house.”

He pushed past you, ignoring your warnings, staying ahead of you the whole time. He marched into the carriage house room, bursting in and startling Jin, strode over to the elder and tackled him in a hug onto the bed. “Stupid. Stupid bunny. Stupid hyung-y bunny. Need to stop worrying me.”

You watched from a few feet away, suddenly worrying you were intruding.

“You told him?” Jin whispered, looking devastated.

“She can’t help you on her own, hyung. She’s only one person.”

Jin searched your face.

You shook your head. No. You didn’t tell Jungkook that Jin was in love with him.

Jungkook saw the exchange. “Or is there something besides you sleeping with some stranger after getting fired that you want to tell me?”

Jin started shivering.

You went over and covered them both up with blankets. You kissed Jin’s forehead. “Tell him, Jin. Please.”

Jungkook looked between the two of you, and he pulled Jin even closer, starting to look scared. “Hyung. You’re not sick, right? Oh God, please tell me you’re not dying.”

“No, I’m…I’m not ill. I don’t have any life-threatening diseases.” Jin quickly reassured. “It’s…something else.”

“Maybe I should—” You started saying softly but Jin looked up at you desperately, shaking his head.

“Please don’t go.”

You took a deep breath, then nodded.

Jungkook looked confused. “Hyung? What’s wrong?”

“Jungkook…you…you know that I’m….”

Jungkook blinked blankly at him.

“Bi?”

Jungkook nodded, blinking cutely as he did.

Jin seemed lost on how to proceed.

Jungkook was every oblivious. “Of course, hyung. You’ve never hidden it, or maybe I was just always aware of it. Is that what’s bugging you? You know I’m bi, too. We’ve talked about Jimin’s ass in equal measures with his mate’s before.”

“That’s…no…okay, can you let go of me so we can sit up and talk like normal people because this feels weird and I’m already….”

Jungkook frowned. “Nope. Not letting go.”

Jin groaned. “You never make things easy.”

“But you still love me!” Jungkook sang.

Jin was frozen, looked frozen, and stopped playfully pushing Jungkook away.

“Hyung? What’s wrong?”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You knew Jungkook could be hare-brained but this took the cake.

“Yeah, Jungkook. I do. I do and that’s the problem,” Jin finally said, his voice quiet and troubled.

Jungkook looked even more bewildered. “You loving me is a problem? Why?”

“Because I don’t just love you as family, Kookie.” Jin finally extricated himself and curled up, hugging his knees.

You knew he wanted you there in case Jungkook rejected him or freaked out, but you really felt like you were intruding on something delicate.

“But…you love me? You love me but not as family, but that doesn’t make sense because we are family…how can you love me then?”

Jin looked at him in disbelief, then at you, completely lost.

“Jungkook, how do people normally love each other outside of family or friend capacity?” You asked. Penny in the air?

“Well, in a mating capac…ity…” He trailed off, staring at Jin who was back to hiding his face in his knees.

The penny dropped.

His eyes widened and he swallowed. “Oh.”

Jin was trembling, each breath shaking as he waited for a further reaction.

“OH.” Jungkook was putting everything together now, and he looked…startled? Not a good sign.

You clenched a fist, the silence that stretched after killing you a little.

“You…you’re IN love with me…” Jungkook said after a moment.

God, you could just imagine throttling him for taking so long to react in a way that could give Jin some sort of sign.

“How long?”

Jin just shook his head, too upset to form words.

“A few months,” You answered instead.

Jungkook mouthed the words months a couple dozen times, brow furrowed.

It was really quiet after that.

“Get out,” Jin whispered finally, curling in on himself even more. “Please get out.”

Jungkook snapped back, eyes widening again. “Hyung?”

“I get it, Jungkook. It never crossed your mind, now please get out because it hurts, and I tried to make sure it would never come to this, I tried to push it away but I couldn’t and I did something that really fucking hurt and I can’t stand to sit here in silence knowing that you don’t feel the same so get out!” Jin sobbed. “Please. Please go.”

You winced at how broken he sounded. You shouldn’t have interfered.

Jungkook was still staring at Jin. “But—”

Jin got up and rushed to the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

You closed your eyes as the door slammed, sighing. “You should head back to the main house, Jungkook.”

“What? No!” Jungkook looked between you and the bathroom.

“Jungkook, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have gone against his wishes in the first place when I brought you in here, please just go?” You whispered, guilt rushing through you.

Something set in his gaze.

“Hey!” You squawked as he threw you over his shoulder, then out of the room, closing and locking the door.

“Not until I’ve talked with him! Don’t expect us for dinner!” He called through the door.

You stared at it for a while, wondering what to do, but frankly, hadn’t you already interfered enough? Jungkook at least loved Jin as a brother, so he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt Jin. If he did, Jin might go zombie-apocalypse-survivor on his ass and go looking for the real Jungkook.

You left them to it, going to find your mate.

He was laying the last of the babies down in the crib with the other two (a surefire way of getting all three of them to nap soundly for a little longer), but he looked up at you and smiled. “Hey.” Then his nose wrinkled.

You flashed him a smile. “Jin.”

He nodded.

“So…you guys moved the spare cribs out.”

He nodded again, a little more slowly. “I thought it was time. Hobi cried for an hour before he actually helped me take them apart and put them away. But that’s so…him.”

“You’re okay with this?” You asked.

He met your gaze. He looked tired, but his gaze was clear. “Are you not?”

“I’m okay with it. I’m going to be a little sad either way, but at least there’s a little more room this way.” You bent down to scoop Heiran out from under one of the cribs.

She purred, nuzzling up to you before skipping out of the room.

“So, Jin?”

“All I know I can say right now is that he got fired again. I don’t know why yet because he and Jungkook are…talking.”

“About how Jin’s in love with Jungkook?”

“It took a good ten minutes for Jungkook to figure out that’s what was being said, and he was too quiet for another eight minutes. So I imagine he’s now doing a lot of talking while Jin’s still locked away in the bathroom trying to get away from him.”

“Come on, tell me the rest,” He said, closing the nursery door and then guiding you to sit on his lap. “Jin knows you don’t hide anything from me. He’s already told me he’s grateful that even though you do tell me that I don’t mention anything about it.”

You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. “He was upset after getting fired, got drunk and slept with someone and it left a really bad taste in his mouth. I think he feels like he betrayed Jungkook even though he and Jungkook aren’t an item, and I think his partner for the act wasn’t a good one. And I’d just gotten back from my appointment so I didn’t think I could help Jin on my own, and so I grabbed Jungkook because he really is the best at helping Jin, but he caught on to the fact that there was something more to everything that he didn’t know and I…I asked Jin to tell him because it’s been months and it’s hurting both of them. Jungkook doesn’t eat when Jin pushes him away, you know. Not even pumpkin and he loves pumpkin. But Jungkook didn’t get it, so Jin’s panicking because if he tries to back out now it might push Jungkook to understand and if he keeps waiting then Jungkook will probably understand and I finally gave Jungkook the final push to understanding but then he just sat there without saying anything and I just…I wanted to throttle him.”

“And you left them alone together?”

“I wasn’t given much of a choice. Jin told Jungkook to get out, and went and hid in the bathroom and I tried to get Jungkook out as well but instead he picked me up and threw me out and locked the door and I just couldn’t bring myself to try and interfere more.” You groaned in frustration, rubbing your face against his neck.

“Y/n,” He whispered softly, and you just sort of melted into his embrace. “It’s okay. It needed to happen. You’re right, they were both being hurt by it. It’ll be okay. Jungkook wouldn’t purposely hurt Jin.”

You nodded. “Are we okay?”

“Of course,” He answered, purring softly. “Did you think we weren’t?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not really sure of much these days.”

He tilted your chin up and kissed you. “I’ll make sure to remind you how much I love you, then. Every day. I’ve just been tired between work and the kids.”

“And the guys fighting.”

“Like I said, between work and the kids.”

You laughed and he grinned at you.

“But Joon and Taehyung-ah made up earlier, so that’ll help.”

“Mom?” Jihun’s voice carried down the hall.

You kissed Yoongi again and stepped out of the nursery. “Yes, Jihun?”

He bounded over with his notebook and showed you a math problem. “Hoseok-hyung is not a good math teacher.”

You laughed softly, and took the notebook, guiding him back to the school room. “I’ll help you.”

Hoseok was frowning at the math textbook, looking lost. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Apparently you don’t. It’s okay, I do. Scoot, go find Heiran, she still hasn’t done her history lesson,” You instructed, nudging him out of the chair so you could sit with Jihun.

He nodded and went off, still shaking his head.

You settled into teaching Jihun until he seemed to understand what he was doing, then assigned him some problems to work on. Making sure to help him the first couple times, nudging him in the right direction before purring and kissing the top of his head and leaving him to the rest.

Jin was on the couch with an ice-pack on his eye, wrapped in Taehyung’s embrace as the younger glared at Jungkook, who looked exasperated.

“I told you! It was an accident! We’re not fighting!”

“Then why does Jin reek of distress!”

“Maybe—” You cut in sharply, “—because you two are yelling around him and he’s had a bad day.”

Both of their mouths clicked shut while Jin threw you a grateful look.

Yoongi brought in a glass of water and some pills. “Here, Jin-hyung.”

Jin popped the pills, then took the glass and downed half of it. “Thanks. Get me a crowbar?”

“Hmm, better get the car-jack instead,” Yoongi replied, smirking.

“Excellent idea—”

“Hyungie!” Taehyung protested, clinging more tightly to Jin.

Jowoon came running back inside, followed by Namjoon, clutching a bunch of colorful leaves and running straight up to Jin with a grin that took up his whole face.

“How pretty!” Jin gushed after elbowing Tae in the ribs and freeing himself. “Put them on the table and have Uncle Joonie help you find a big book.”

Jowoon nodded. “Uncle Joonie! We got-sta find big book!” He slapped the leaves on the table and ran toward the stairs.

“Jowoon! Your coat and shoes!” Namjoon protested, throwing Jin a betrayed look as he ran after the boy. Jowoon was the fastest three year old you knew and he’d entered a stage of completely boundless energy, so you doubted that Namjoon had had a moment to rest ever since going outside however long ago that happened.

You sat next to Jungkook. “All good?” You asked under your breath.

He nodded. “Mostly. Still a few things to work out, but those will take time.”

“And the black eye?”

“I tried to catch him when he tripped and misjudged the distance,” He answered sheepishly. “I still can’t believe you figured it out before me.”

“I know everything that goes on in this house, it’s only when I leave it for a while that I miss the newest updates on things.” You looked around. “Misuk?”

“With Heiran and Hobi-hyung. She saw a book and cuddles and mewled until Heiran started fighting Hobi-hyung.”

You smiled fondly, but it faded to dread when all of you heard noises coming through the baby monitor.

Taehyung got closer to it, listening carefully. “Not crying.”

Yoongi quickly pulled up the camera monitor. “They’re all still asleep.”

“Thank God,” You breathed, slumping back. You found yourself staring at the leaves. “It’s already fall. How is it already fall?”

“Well, you were pregnant for forever,” Taehyung provided helpfully.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I had them early, thank you very much!”

He just laughed.

Namjoon came back with a big book, following Jowoon who was hopping to move instead of walking. “This kid.”

“Hey, what’s the plan for Thanksgiving?” Jungkook asked perking up.

“Well, I’m assuming you want pumpkin pie.”

He nodded emphatically.

“And obviously we’ll have a turkey, but we’re not having four different types of meat this year. That was way too chaotic. Turkey and ham, any complainers can find food elsewhere. I thought we might want to have soup this year instead. I could do squash soup, or potato soup, but I figure it should be a vegetarian option for you buns, and Hoseok.”

“Oh! Can we have mushroom soup?” Hoseok asked, carrying a sleepy looking Misuk.

Heiran leaped onto the couch and into Jin’s lap, snuggling up to him.

You nodded. “Sure.”

Yoongi pulled you back to your feet and sat down where you had been before pulling you to sit on his lap. “You know what I’m thankful for, right?”

You hummed. “I have a few guesses.”

He grinned and kissed you.

Previous Part. Next Part. Masterpost. Masterlist.

Tagging: @kimmie113080 , @jungshaking, @ephemeral-mindset, @young-yellkie, @alex--awesome--22, @pearylove, @bryvada,

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minhoslut · 4 years ago

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♡ summary: Y/N is a fairy in a world of magic hating humans, who moves into a house with seven young men after being kicked out of her old dorm. She learns about all their secrets while hiding hers for as long as she can. Lots of parties, games, sex and maybe even love.

♡ pairing: ot7 x fem!reader, fem!reader x various idols

♡ chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | ? |

♡ series warnings: alcohol consumption, blood mention, drug use, mxm, fxf, threesome, foursome, orgy, swearing, anxiety, depression, past trauma, past abuse

♡ series genre: fluff, smut, slight angst

♡ series rating: R

♡ word count: 3417

♡ posted on: AO3

♡ chapter five: we like to party

♡ A/N: the smut arrives uwu

After breakfast, you decided to go for a run in the forest to help get rid of some of the excited energy you were bursting with. Wearing a dusty rose sports bra with matching capris leggings , you began stretching in the backyard. It was nice to be so close to nature, it made your magic tingle and the instinct to release your wings was strong. You sighed at the thought, it was so fucked that magical creatures couldn’t just be part of society, usually they just lived a little differently, no harm done. Yeah sometimes they did bad things, but so did humans! They are so jealous and scared of things that are different though. You clicked your tongue and took a few deep breaths before heading into the woods.

The birds were calling to each other in the trees, and everything smelled fresh. When you reached the lake with the waterfall you stopped to take a dip, stripping naked and slipping into the cool water. Diving down to the bottom, you laid across the sand and relaxed in the silence. You had always loved being deep underwater, just sitting or lying down and being surrounded by silence. You didn't like being alone though, so when you were younger you would create a water being to talk to and play with. Silently, you wished that you could share things like this with someone, but humans can't hold their breath as long as fairies can so you'd just be outing yourself.

An idea struck you as you looked up at the surface and realized how deep the lake was, a smile crossing your lips. Standing up, you released your wings into the water and sighed in relief. Flying was a no, but at least they could be unfurled. The silver, blue and gold flecks in your wings sparkled in the water, refracting light all around you. They wouldn't get wrecked in the water, despite what some human tales of fairies said, you weren't a butterfly after all.

You fluttered your wings a little bit, creating a small current in the water. It was so freeing to be able to have your wings out, you closed your eyes and flapped your wings hard, making the water rush around you. Jumping up, you burst from the lake and brought your wings back in before falling back into the water. You swam some laps and explored the depths of the lake for a while until you began to get bored. Pulling yourself up on the shore and shaking yourself dry, you redressed and ran back to the house.

"Hey Y/N!" Taehyung greeted you from the deck where he was stringing some lights up. "Need any help Tae? Can I call you that?" You asked as you joined him, "For sure as long as I can call you N/N!" He said a grin on his face. You laughed and agreed, holding the nails for him while he hammered the lights to the side of the house. "Do you take these down every week or are they new?" You questioned as you handed him another nail. "We had some up but they kinda got broken... So we just got around to replacing them haha." His answer was vague but you didn't push, not like it mattered much anyway.

"Tae come in for lunch- Y/N you're back! You come too~" Jimin said sweetly, poking his head out the back door. Returning the nails to their bin you wiped your hands on your pants and headed inside, taking a seat at the table next to Jungkook. Jin and Namjoon placed plates of steaming dumplings on the table and everyone sat to enjoy their late lunch together.

"After lunch, Kook and Yoongi, can you guys start setting up the music stuff, and Jin, Hobi and I will do drink/food prep, Y/N, you and Tae continue doing outside! Sound good?" Namjoon said as he began clearing dishes from the table now that everyone was done eating. Various words of agreement were exchanged as you all headed to your assigned areas of setup. You collected the nails once again and followed Tae along the side of the house. When the two of you had finished with the lights you moved onto setting up some chairs and a pong table.

You ran inside to grab some cases of beer to keep by the pong table, bumping into Hoseok as you go. "Sorry~" You called sending him a smile as you went, getting a cute dimple smile in return. Cute dimple. "Tae~ Is this the right stuff?" You asked walking up to him as he set up the triangles of cups. "Yeah, just set it underneath for now." He responded, taking a case from you and shoving it under the table. "What next?" You questioned stretching your arms while Taehyung grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check the time.

"Well it's near dinner so let's see if everyone else is finished with their jobs." He suggested, linking his arm with yours and pulling you inside. "Anybody need help finishing up?" You shouted as you grabbed two glasses and filled them with water from the fridge before handing one to Taehyung. A bunch of no's echoed through the house in response to you, so you began pulling burger buns out and cutting them. "Ooh are you gunna make us burgers?" Taehyung asked coming to sit at the bar, leaning his elbows on the table and propping his head in his hands.

"Yes cute boy, I am! I'm excited for the party so I don't want many dishes~" You told him while you prepped the patties and toppings, cutting various vegetables up and placing them on a plate. He laughed at your nickname for him and rose from his seat to help you by setting the table and lighting the barbeque. Once it was hot enough you put the burgers on and turned on some music while they were cooking. "Are you surprised? It’s like bubblegum pop, because I broke all the rules, because I’m going to show you the real me, really really me, I’m a cherry on top yeah~" You sang along to ITZY as you flipped the burgers.

The smell of the barbeque lured the six men to the table when they had finished their tasks. "Damn what smells so fuckin' good?" Jungkook said as he entered, "Y/N made burgers~" Taehyung answered from his seat at the table where he was getting his bun ready. "Y/N remind me to wife you up." Jungkook said as he sat down, you laughed at his comment and shook your head, bringing the now cooked patties into the kitchen. "Let's eat!" You said, a smile set upon your lips.

When everyone had finished eating, Taehyung cleared away the dishes and everyone split off to their own rooms to get ready. You pulled out various options for tonights outfit, and stripped out of your current clothing, sliding into a silky pink robe with fur trim on its sleeves . Dress, skirt, or pants… You scanned through what you had pulled out and sorted them into groups. A knock at the door pulled you away from the piles of fabric, “Come in~” Namjoon opened the door and stepped in. “Hey Y/N, uh, just wanted to give you the lowdown of the party rules of sorts, but if you’re not ready I can wait-”

You interrupted him with a wave of your hand. “I wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted to wait.” You said smiling at him. “Ok, sure, well, the only real rule is don’t take anyone to someone else's bedroom.” Nodding, you turned back to your clothes, “Joon, can I call you that? Should I wear a skirt, dress or pants?” He came and stood beside you, “Uh, dress? And of course you can, we are friends after all.” Hearing him say that made the smile on your lips blossom into a full grin. "Thanks Joon~ I'll see you in a bit."

Now that you had narrowed it down to dresses thanks to Namjoon, you were able to pick your party look. A longsleeved off the shoulder white top with black trim layered underneath a black dress with two zippers down the whole thing and chain straps attached by a hoop . Popping in some silver hoop earrings and brushing our hair, you moved to the mirror. Lip Gloss, brow gel and a simple cat eye wing and you were set. You surveyed yourself in the full body mirror, checking your outfit and unzipping the bottom half of the dress. "Okay sexy, let's get some!"

You bumped into Hoseok first, when you had come down to the second floor. He was wearing a classic white t-shirt tucked into light blue straight leg jeans with a frayed hem, cinched with a black belt and a back crossbody bag with white polka dots across his chest. A simple silver chain hung around his neck and tied everything together. "Hey Hobi! You look really good! Ready to get some chicks?" You ruffled his peachy blonde locks, making Hoseok laugh and shake his head. "May I escort you to the dance hall, princess?" Stifling a laugh, you took his offered arm, "I'll allow it, sir knight."

Jin and Jimin were putting away anything breakable in the living room when you entered with Hoseok. Jin was wearing an oversized white t-shirt tucked into belted black jeans and Jimin was in a wide neck black tee tucked into black skinny jeans with rips at the knee, a black belt and a silver chain with a long silver tooth on it . "Looking good~ You guys know how to lure in people, huh?" You whistled taking them in. Jimin ran a hand through his black hair and Jin blew a kiss your way. "Says you!" Jungkook said as he and Namjoon entered the room.

Jungkook was fixing the pale pink button-up he had over top of a white tee with a black design on it. His jeans were light blue skinnies with rips at the knees, a black belt holding the in place. Namjoon wearing navy blue slacks with a shimmery peach short-sleeved button-up tucked into them, the top button undone. "Knock out after knock out huh, do they put something in your water here?" You joked, "You've obviously been drinking it too Y/N~" Yoongi teased coming to stand by you, dressed in ripped blue jeans, an oversized tan shirt, and a purple and black flannel overtop.

"Well then, let’s get started!" Jin said clapping his hands and heading to the kitchen, "Shots! To kick off the night and welcome Y/N to our home officially!" Hoseok cheered following after Seokjin. The rest of you also joined them and Jin poured out eight tequila shots, everyone prepped their lemon slices and salted their thumbs. "To Y/N!" Namjoon cheered, the same praise echoed by the six others before you all took your shots.

Soon after your celebratory shot, people began to show up to the house, welcomed by the boys who quickly introduced you to them. The music was turned up and the rooms were quickly filled with people, drinking and laughing. There were so many stunning people in the room, you surveyed them as you sipped your drink, pleasantly buzzed by this point. You noticed Jin speaking with a girl on the deck and began making your way over to them.

The girl has wavy long bleach blonde hair and eyes that were somehow round and sharp all at once. She was wearing a black crop tank top, a pair of black cargo pants and a chunky choker with a big silver hoop on it. There were several chains hanging across her pants, as well as some joining the choker on her neck, and a black belt with silver cut-outs was cinching her waist in. It was a simple but sexy ensemble and you were captivated.

"Hi~" You said coming into their conversation, "Hey Y/N! This is Chungha, Chungha, Y/N." Jin introduced the two of you and excused himself to the washroom. "You look amazing tonight, Chungha! I love the vibe." You said in a flirting tone, touching her wrist softly. "Mm, I could say the same to you Y/N. You're their new roomie, right?" Nodding, you twirled your white hair cutely, "Do you come to these often?" You questioned, "Pretty much every weekend haha. I like coming to dance with people." Dance huh? "I love dancing as well! I'm glad people seem to actually dance at their parties~" You chuckled.

"Well then how about we get on the dance floor?" Chungha grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house, holding your body against hers as you danced together. She kept her hands on your waist, swaying with you and grinding your bodies together. Your hands were around her neck and the distance between you was getting smaller by the second. Someone came up behind you and pressed themselves against your back. Turning, Seokjins deep brown eyes locked with yours and you pulled his arm over your shoulder.

The three of you danced together as you moved lithely between them, passion thick in the air between you. Chungha pulled you into her and kissed you hard, her lips soft and warm, tasted like cherries. A second pair of lips connected with your exposed neck causing a soft moan made its way out of your mouth and into the kiss with Chungha. It was obviously Jin who was kissing your neck, you could feel him holding you closer, his cock pressed against your ass.

Chungha pulled out of your dance floor makeout sesh and took your hand in her right and Seokjins hand in her left. She led you both up the stairs to what you assumed to be Jins room, kissing you again when you had all entered the room. "Are you both ok with this?" She asked between kisses. You looked at Seokjin and nodded, "Yes." You both answered truthfully, excitement and arousal tinging your voices.

"Strip for us baby girl~" Chungha said sitting on the bed and pulling Seokjin down beside her, a delicate hand on the bulge in his pants, giving slight pressure to encourage his arousal further. You unzipped your dress slowly, pulling the zipper all the off and shimmying out, tossing it into a corner. Now you were left standing in your top and a black mesh thong with rhinestone straps, you kept your eyes on them both as you crossed your arms and peeled the top off of your body, letting your breasts bounce out.

Your nipples hardened at the coolness of the air, and you plopped yourself into Chunghas lap, "Please warm me up~" You breathed, lips almost touching the shell of her ear. "Patience, baby." She flipped you over and left you lying on the bed, "Touch yourself while you watch us." It was more of a demand than anything, but you complied easily, one hand running across the mesh of your panties and one on your sensitive nipple.

Your eyes followed as Chungha stripped Jin naked and began to stroke his now rock hard cock, making lewd sounds tumble from his lips. "Mm, I know you like being watched big boy, should we give her more of a show?" Chungha released Jin and began to take her own clothes off. You arched your back and fondled your boobs as you stared at Chunghas body, clad in a matching lingerie set. It was leopard print bra and thong with two sets of straps to hold it together and the bra which consisted of two strips of the leopard print fabric, barely holding her in. A big silver hoop sat just above her pelvis connected to the straps, and another on her bra between her breasts .

Seokjin let out an audible "fuck" as Chungha knelt in front of him and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Your eyes never wandered as she slowly engulfed his full length, making him throw his head back and moan deeply. You whined from your spot on the bed, wanting to join in on the fun. Chungha pulled out slowly, letting the head out of her mouth with a wet 'pop.' "Oh? Impatient little slut aren't you~" She purred, still pumping Jins length. releasing it, she stood up and led Jin to the bed, "Lay down Jinnie."

Jin laid on the bed flat and Chungha came up onto the bed to join you both. "Suck his dick, nice and slow for me," She directed you, pushing your head over to his cock, "and Jin, you better make me cum with that smooth-talking mouth of yours." Stripping out of her lingerie, she positioned herself above his mouth. You took his cock in your mouth, tongue flat, and moaned around it as you deepthroated him.

The taste of precum coated your mouth, making you drool even more. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room and Chunghas breathy moans were like an angels chorus, turning you on even more. Your cunt was begging for attention and your fingers rubbing yourself through your panties just wasn't enough. You bobbed on Jins cock and hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off. Licking around the head, you swirled your tongue and cupped his balls as you did so. Chunghas moans got louder, you lifted your eyes and watched as she rode Jins face through her orgasm.

"Y/N you lie down now and get those panties off." Chungha ordered, moving off of Seokjins mouth. You laid down supine near the edge of the bed, with your knees bent and pulled your thong off. Anticipation was radiating throughout the room, Jin hopped off the bed and stood at your feet. Chungha climbed on top of you, laying down on you and hooking her legs on either side. Your breasts were pushed up against hers, making you moan and she started kissing you again.

You felt the head of Jins dick slide across your dripping folds before pushing it between your and Chunghas soaked cunts. The three of you moaned together as Jin picked up his pace fucking between you both and hitting your clits just right. You kissed along Chunghas neck, her skin soft and warm. She, in turn, sucked hickies along your neck and chest, licking at your nipples as her mouth roamed. "Fuck her." Chungha gave the command and Jin followed, his thick girth was thrust into your tight pussy.

Seokjins name tumbled from your lips in a mantra as he fucked your roughly, all while Chungha continued to suck and nip at your skin. Suddenly, Chungah pulled off of you and moved up to hover above your kiss swollen lips. "Can you do two things at once like a good girl?" She cooed, seduction dripping from her tone. You mewled out a yes and licked across her pretty pussy. You inserted two fingers inter her core and pumped while you sucked on her clit, curling your fingers to hit the right spot. Hearing her moan your name encouraged you further as you tried to stay focused with Jin snapping his hips into you roughly.

"I-I'm close." You heard Seokjin say breathlessly, "It's safe cum inside~" You whined, not wanting him to stop, the knot in your stomach getting close to coming undone. He started rubbing your clit and you arched your back, fucking Chungha harder with your fingers. "Let's cum together, now." Chungha purred and just like that you could feel her thighs shaking around you. Jins hot seed filled you up perfectly, and you were brought to your peak as he continued fucking you through his own orgasm.

Jin pulled out slowly, causing you to moan wantonly as his cum leaked out and mixed with your own. Your lips were glistening covered in Chunghas cum, it tasted amazing. "Mm, thanks you two~ Let's get you cleaned up." Chungha said getting off of you and hopping down off the bed. She pulled her clothes back on and left the room, returning with a warm cloth which she used to wipe you down. You saw Seokjin grabbing new boxers and a big t-shirt, which he handed to you once you were wiped clean. You thanked him as he grabbed his own set and slid under the covers, beckoning you to join him, which you did. Chungha blew you both a kiss as she left, and then everything went fuzzy.

#bangtanhq #bts #bts x reader #bts polyamory #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #everything is not what it seems

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a-kookie-with-my-tae · 5 years ago

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Kitten: 하나

Pairing: Jimin x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual smut

Summary: You are a hybrid. You were abandoned on the street when a boy comes across you in a dark alley in your kitten form. Jimin was not in the best place when he found you, but taking care of you seemed to brighten up even his darkest thoughts. You are his saviour, his angel, his calico cat.

Warnings: self hate, self image issues, mentioned verbal abuse, depression, social anxiety, anorexia, overworking, basically chim just being a depresso noodle.

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Jimin's POV

I fiddle with the keys in my fingers as I walk down the sidewalk. They make a satisfying clinking sound as I walk the few blocks home from work. The sidewalk is dark and damp from the previous rain and I stare up at the clouds, placing a hand straight over my eyes as I check if the rain will continue on its torrent.

Finally deciding that I am most likely safe for now, I continue jingling with my house keys. It's a nervous habit I have picked up on. It helps to distract me from.... thoughts.

It's currently 23:51, so not many people are roaming the streets at this time. That's better for me as people don't exactly... connect well with me.

It seems pretty counter productive to be a model that doesn't do well with social interaction, considering I have to talk to my photographers and managers and such. I'm actually known for being quite quiet in the business. I keep my interactions with my crew a minimum while I work.

I don't exactly know how I ended up becoming a model. It's not something I necessarily wanted to do. But he thought I would be good at it. He always said how great I looked on camera and how proud he would be of me.

I shake my head, shaking the thought of him out of my head. I didn't want to go back to the dark place that happens when those thoughts come to my head.

I continue moving forward, face flushing red at the realization that I must've looked like an absolute crazy person to any passerby. I look forward to see my home in the distance, feeling comforted at the thought that I will soon be out of the reach of the public eye.

I didn't use to be like this. Afraid of people, of my thoughts, of their thoughts. I used to love myself, my job, and my life.

Oh, how quickly can things change...

I step out of the bathroom, my sweats hanging low on my hips as I towel my hair. I feel no bother to wear a shirt as it's currently July and I live alone. I step out onto the balcony of my top floor penthouse, looking at the late-night view of the city.

Seoul is honestly breathtaking when there isn't a bunch of people crowding it. One of my favorite things about my job is that I come home so late, so I get to enjoy the peace and tranquility of the city lights.

I take a deep breath of fresh air as I close my eyes. Not long after my stomach rumbles, tired of being neglected. I curl up my fist against the skin there, biting my lip. I haven't eaten all day, not because I haven't had the chance to, but because I didn't want to.

The modelling industry is not an easy business, and with the constant harassment of my fans and coworkers, there is constant pressure on me to maintain a perfect physique. To me, mine is less than par.

It wasn't good enough for him either.

I place my fist on my forehead, trying to beat out the dark thoughts. I sigh as I turn towards the balcony door.

Maybe a protein shake will calm me down...

I open the sliding glass doors and walk through, closing them behind me. I head to the sparse, dark kitchen in search of what I need. Opening the fridge, I find it empty. I let out a frustrated groan as I come to the realization that I have to go to the convenience store to restock.

I quickly put on a white t-shirt and shoes, not bothering to change my bottoms into something more practical. I grab my hooded leather jacket as I slip out the penthouse door and head down the hallway.

I stop as I glance between the elevator and the staircase.

I live on the 30th floor... I shake my head and burst through the stairwell door.

Take the stairs, Jimin. You know you need the exercise. How can you call yourself a model with that body of yours?

His words echo through my head as I rush down the stairs without a rest. I feel the burning of my thigh muscles but that only pushes me to go faster as I control my breathing to go in time with my steps.

I can't believe I'm dating the most unattractive model in the business. Like, how are you so ugly?

I feel the tears form in my eyes at the thought of his voice, his words. I grit my teeth together as the last few sets of stairs come.

Finally they end and I stop, hunching over momentarily against the doorjam as I catch my breath. After I get my breathing under control, I push through the door and into the lobby.

I leave the convenience store with my three plastic bags, throwing my hood up before walking down the sidewalk with my head down. I can already smell the rain and I know that I am not going to make it home before it lets out.

I fasten my pace down the dark sidewalk, trying to spend the least amount of time possible in the rain.

Just as I think this, mother nature lets out her fury on me. I groan in annoyance before running towards the complex. Keeping my head down as low as possible, I use one of my hands to hold my hood in place, the cotton fabric not doing much to shield me from the wet. I stare slightly ahead of my feet as I sprint toward home.

Suddenly, a feeling of uneasiness washes over me, causing me to slow my pace until I reach a complete stop. I turn around, frantically searching my surroundings to find the cause of my discomfort.

After a few minutes I decide to ignore it, trudging back towards the complex. Running is of no use now, as I have been soaked to the absolute bone.

As I walk by a dark alley a noise stops me dead in my tracks.

A meow.

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blxckdamask · 5 years ago

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Trashcan’s Fic Rec

So since it's the end of May, I thought it would be nice to rec some of my favourite fics I've read throughout the month. Most of these are BNHA since that's what I’m into now lmao. I’m doing this instead of writing the 5 fics I have planned and I havent posted in like 3 weeks oops.

Bakudeku Fics:

Izuku and Katsuki, better known to the world as the Wonder Duo: Deku and Kacchan. The married hero couple finally adopted their first child together, a bouncing baby boy. Luckily, they're on paternity leave for one year (thank god), so they can bond with their son as much as possible. They're going to be the best damn daddies and go beyond PLUS ULTRA!

Alternatively titled: The Entire Goddamn School Gives Up On Trying To Understand These Two & Aizawa is Really Tired.

Izuku and Bakugou had a long and complicated history, but most of the school was pretty sure that they understood where the two currently stood as rivals. Then Izuku's dad showed up on campus and everyone's preconceptions were mercilessly thrown out the window. In which Bakugou tries to murder a man, has a soft side and convinces his entire class the twilight zone is real.

Ft. Part 2: Turns out Izuku and Bakugou will work together willingly if given proper motivation. Endeavor showing up for a training exercise apparently qualifies. Aizawa is really tired of these children not asking for help and everyone else is absolutely terrified (and secretly very glad these two don't work together more often).

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Izuku is hospitalized after a nasty fight. Katsuki finally visits.

In which Izuku worries that his and Katsuki’s relationship has become too domestic, and Katsuki proves him right. Not that either of them are complaining.

Todobaku Fics:

Everytime his doorbell rings at 3am, Todoroki knows exactly who is it.

Bakugou brings home a stray box full of kittens for his and Shouto’s one year anniversary.

Shouto’s eyes light up in a way that rivals every star in the galaxy, and the past year falls to pieces. “You’re Katsuki.”

With staggered breath, he replies, “You remember me?”

“Of course I do,” Shouto says, “You’re my boyfriend.”

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Todoroki Shouto gets amnesia and remembers only two things: 1) his name, and 2) that he's dating Bakugou Katsuki.

The only problem is, they broke up a year ago.

“Katsuki, your soulmate is someone who will always be by your side. They will be someone who completes you. Together, you will make an unstoppable force.”

AU where Bakugou and Todoroki are soulmates and Bakugou is in denial.

Shouto is looking at the damn vent like he’s about to make a break for it. “It’s not, um, what it looks-” “It’s exactly what it looks like,” Katsuki cuts across, his voice losing its bite. Shouto flinches, and silence spreads between them like the frost on Shouto’s fingers.

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Shouto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo are tired of their marriage.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not letting you go. I quite like being in my own body.” Todoroki's next breath comes out icy cold, and Katsuki leans as far back as their joint hands will allow.

“Are you fucking hearing yourself?” he sputters, feeling heat crawl up his neck to his ears.

(or: bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament)

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

“What would their relationship have been like, if Bakugou’s pride hadn’t stood in the way? Would they have been friends, or would things have mostly stayed the same? Would Bakugou have been happier, more open and honest about his feelings and wants and needs as a person? Would he have accepted and even appreciated the comfort others offered him, rather than always keeping people at arm’s-length in an effort to maintain an image of independence and strength?

Todoroki didn’t know.

He didn’t know. But he wanted to.

Abruptly, like a bolt of lightning, he realized he actually had the chance to find out.”

(Or: that one where Bakugou has temporary amnesia and Todoroki is tasked with caring for him until his memory returns, but ends up falling in love with the part of Bakugou that Bakugou has always kept hidden away instead.)

“English tea, right?” He asked. The man in front of him stared, unsure of how to interact with the handsome, blonde man. This, of course, annoyed Bakugou. “Speak, moron.” He said harsher. Todoroki continued looking at him. He probably doesn’t speak sign language. He reached towards the left end of the counter and grabbed a paper menu. Searching quickly, Todoroki found the English tea, and pointed to it.

Kacchako Fics:

Her hands found his. She breathed out. Her breath smelled like Listerine, it made Katsuki wrinkle his nose at her.

“I’m pregnant.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened and he stared at her, his mouth opening. “Oh shit. Shit, whoa, okay, wow.” His hands unclasped from hers and traveled down to her stomach. “Ochako, wow.” Not even an hour ago he was convinced his girlfriend was breaking up with him. His mind couldn’t completely wrap around what was happening, but he couldn’t stop looking at his girlfriend in awe. He kissed her forehead, a smacking kiss with a “mwah” sound that had Ochako rolling her eyes and cuddling closer to him. “You’re pregnant.”

“I am.” Ochako agreed, her voice steady and confidant.

Katsuki licked his dry lips. His mind was racing. “Cool.”

Broken down and humiliated after her crushing defeat in the Sports Festival, Uraraka just wants to sleep off her injuries in the infirmary. She didn't expect to get a very loud and very angry roommate for the night.

(A Kacchako one shot that turned into a love story.)

Other Fics:

Five times Hizashi feels like a burden to Shouta and one time he finally snaps with Shouta by his side to pick up the pieces.

Hizashi is all too aware that they’re polar opposites, Shouta being the calm to his storm, the quiet to his loud exuberance. Shouta, who’s at his most content curled up on the couch in their shared living room, or anywhere, really, napping or idly playing with their two cats while Hizashi’s busy going through his ever-growing music library, bothering Shouta for his opinion before adding the songs that have gained his friend’s grudging approval to whatever new playlist that he’s working on.

No matter how hard he tries, he can’t leave him alone and, miraculously, Shouta’s been tolerating him for fifteen years.

He hopes to God that it hasn’t become an obligation.

Morgan doesn’t really know Captain America.

What if Remus and Sirius realised Harry was being abused? What if all Dumbledore’s careful plans were pulled apart by the power he relied on most of all?

After the Triwizard Tournament, a traumatised Harry admits he can't go back to Privet Drive. Sirius and Remus refuse to submit to Dumbledore's plan and take him back to Grimmauld Place with them, where they must learn how to live together, how to care for one another, and how to trust one another. After so long, can they build a family together? Will they even have a chance when a war rages outside their door? And can the prophecy ever be fulfilled?

#fic rec #monthy fic rec #bakudeku #todobaku #kacchako #erasermic #stony #wolfstar #drarry #bnha #mcu #Harry Potter

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strawberrymira · 6 years ago

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Couldn’t Save Him

Warnings: Major character death, death mention, fire, house fire, guilt, yelling, let me know if there’s anything else!

Pairings: Romantic Logince

Description: The house in the mindscape sets on fire, but one person doesn’t make it out

Category: Angst

It was late in the mindscape, very late. Probably somewhere around 4 in the morning- and once again, Roman had forgotten something important. But this time, it was quite literally, a fatal mistake. You see, Roman had been up late writing in his room, but, in his exhausted state, he had forgotten to put out the candle he had been using to light up his work space. And as Roman slammed the door shut out of frustration, since he had no inspiration to write, one of the candles was knocked from his desk and onto the floor. That was 45 minutes ago.

Virgil woke up instantly when the fire alarm started to go off, and he shot out of bed and ran to the end of the hallway at top speed, and immediately ran into Patton’s room and shook him awake. “Patton!!! Patton get up!!”

Patton’s eyes shot open and he looked at Virgil with concern “Kiddo?! what’s wrong- why do I smell smoke?!” Virgil looked terrified as he pulled Patton out of bed “There’s a fire!! we need to go get Roman and Logan!!!” Patton immediately nodded and grabbed Virgil’s arm as he ran to Roman’s room and threw open the door as he ran to his side “Roman!! Roman get up!!”

Roman shot up in bed looking around frantically “What’s wrong?! Is somebody hurt?! what monster must I kill?!” Virgil yanks Roman out of bed and onto his feet “There’s a fire you idiot!!!” Roman gasps and immediately grabs both Virgil and Patton by their wrists and drags them out of the house- he pales when he looks around, then turns to Patton “wait...where’s Logan?!”

Patton gasps and looks around “I thought he would have gotten out by now!!” Roman’s eyes widen and he looks back at Patton “You mean he’s still in the house?!?” Roman doesn’t even think before he bolts back into the house, not caring that the nearly the entire top floor of the house had been engulfed in flames. Roman ran to Logan’s door and pounded on it as hard as he could manage “Logan!!! Logan!!! Are you in there?!?!”

Roman’s eyes went wide as he saw Logan manage to open the door slightly and cry out “Roman!! There’s something blocking the door!! I can’t get out the window either! You need to leave! I’m not worth it!!” Roman felt something shatter inside him as he processed what Logan had said. He had to leave him behind. He had to leave him here to die. ...and Logan was always right, wasn’t he? He was logic.... so, he had to be right.

Roman snapped back to reality when he heard a loud crash and a scream- he looked up to see that the doorway to Logan’s room was completely blocked from the inside Roman hesitated for a few seconds, not wanting to leave his love behind, then thought about what Logan said and ran. He felt shame burning in his chest as he got out of the house into the yard, only to hear cries of happiness from Virgil and Patton.

Patton excitedly runs up to Roman and hugs him tightly “Oh my goodness!! We’re so glad you made it out safe-! ...Wait. ..Where’s Logan?” Roman looks over at Patton and Virgil, shame and guilt evident in his eyes...

“...I couldn’t save him...”

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kingfisherunion · 7 years ago

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I’ve never...

Chapter 5 - 2015, St. Petersburg

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Relationships:

Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky

Otabek Altin/Jean-Jacques Leroy

Otabek Altin & Jean-Jacques Leroy

Characters:

Otabek Altin

Yuri Plisetsky

Jean-Jacques Leroy

Potya | Puma Tiger Scorpion

Additional Tags:

Drinking

Underage Drinking

Past Relationship(s)

Heartbreak

Jealousy

Bisexual Male Character

Drinking Games

Fluff and Angst

Flashbacks

Unrequited Love

DJ Otabek Altin

Pining

Otabek Altin & Yuri Plisetsky Are Best Friends

Protective Otabek Altin

Jean-Jacques Leroy Being an Asshole

Singer Jean-Jacques Leroy

Bisexual Jean-Jacques Leroy

Eventual Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky

Post-Canon

Pre-Canon

Otabek smokes

Depressed Otabek

Pining Otabek Altin

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of the What He Was to Me series

Yuri was really all he had right now. If it weren’t for some… uncomfortable hang-ups he harbored about cohabitation he probably would have tried to room with him to dodge the looming loneliness that came with living a continent away from home.

“I need to smoke,” Otabek huffed, rising warily to his feet. Yuri didn’t move. “Coming?”

Nothing. He leaned precariously over the boy curled up on the rug only to find that he’d fallen asleep, curled tightly around his cat, fingers still combed idly through soft white fur. Taking great care to lift with his legs and making every effort not to disturb Yuri’s slumber, Otabek hoisted his friend onto the bed and tossed the plush blanket overtop him. Potya jumped up with a possessive mrowl and situated himself sleepily on top of his human, leering up at Otabek with daring eyes.

Yeah, I know, he thought bitterly, he’s yours, not mine. I’ve never really gotten the hang of “mine.”

He stepped out into the warm summer night; the air hung heavy and humid around him as he fished a cigarette from the carton in his pocket.

There was no wind. Everything smelled like wet asphalt. Otabek fiddled numbly with his lighter for a few moments before producing a flame. The smoke mingled with the balmy air was sweet, sticky like molasses. He watched his own stress swirl in sinewy strands around his head as he exhaled, felt the tension leave his shoulders and lower back with guilty indulgence. What a joke of an athlete.

I’m the king, J.J.! Just follow me; this is who I am…

Jean had blown it; he’d been pitiful out on the ice at the GPF and he, Otabek, had given it his all. He’d worked twice as hard. He’d landed all his jumps. Somehow, though, he still fell short.

The same had happened at the Four Continents. Back up against Katsuki and with the news that Viktor was returning to the ice, Jean’s nerves were visible – almost tangible. And yet he still made the podium – second to the Ace of Japan and just ahead of Leo de la Iglesia. Otabek had flubbed a few jumps. He missed the podium by half a point.

This past season had only reinforced his desire to cast aside skating altogether and focus on his music.

But he’d only just begun to train here in Russia. Viktor was taking on more students after clinching gold at Nationals and Europeans and Worlds, Otabek was one of the first he approached, impressed with the unconventional beauty of his GPF program.

Viktor was infamous for seeing the beauty in the work of losers. Look at Katsuki.

He couldn’t leave Yura. Not when they were just starting to get to know one another. Not now. He could tell the abrasive, ambitious teen wasn’t rich in the friend department, and neither was he. Not since he’d moved home.

“Bek… Beks… hah… fuck… right… right there… fuck… oh my ffffffffucking god don’t stop…”

He pulled hard on the cigarette and watched the glowing end brighten and crawl in response. The smoke trickled from his nose and hung low over his head – his own personal dark cloud.

Maybe the right thing to do now was to give Yuri some space. He’d panicked. Stacked the shit of his soul on top of the shit of his past all in the course of an hour. He still didn’t know what his best friend was thinking after all of that.

He wouldn’t know until morning.

“Goddamnit,” he growled, crushing the remaining half a cigarette between his fingers and stamping it out on the sidewalk.

He slipped silently into the apartment and sat at the café-style table in the kitchenette. Yuri kept a notepad there patterned with succulents and cats, next to a coffee mug full of assorted pens. Otabek used purple to scrawl out a quick note. He taped it to the back of Yuri’s phone to ensure he’d find it in the morning.

Yura, I’m sorry last night went to shit. I really do care about you. Your friendship is the best thing that happened to me this year, and I’m not ready to give that up. Maybe we should actually talk about what we’re both looking for. Call me when you wake up. I’ll buy you breakfast. ~Beka

The lithe figure curled up on the bed was snoring a delicate little snore, and as Otabek crept over to gather his things Yuri stirred, shifted under the covers. His hair fell in silky tangles over his face. Otabek absent-mindedly smoothed his bangs back, tucking them behind his ears.

“You reek,” Yuri mumbled into his pillow; Otabek jumped, pulling a quick double-take to make sure he hadn’t inadvertently woken him. When he was certain he was getting no indication of consciousness, he leaned over and brushed a quick kiss onto the bit of forehead he’d just uncovered. Then he slid his laptop into his backpack, gingerly gathered up the empty cans, and slipped out once again into the heavy summer air.

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paper-star · 8 years ago

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lost and found

summary: adrien and marinette get drunk together, adrien spills his guts, and marinette quickly realizes that the partner she lost two years ago after the defeat of hawkmoth is right in front of her. oh, boy. aged up AU.

genre: romance, humor, angst, crying children

cross-posted: ao3

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preview:

“Do you remember Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

Marinette felt her brow furrow in a knee-jerk reaction. She almost wanted to laugh. Did she remember Ladybug and Chat Noir? She had lived and breathed Ladybug and Chat Noir. They formed a core part of her soul. But it had been a long, long time since Paris had needed its heroes.

After the defeat of Hawkmoth, Chat Noir had disappeared. And after a few weeks of showing up on rooftop after empty rooftop waiting fruitlessly for her partner to come out from the shadows, Marinette had forced herself to retire Ladybug as well. After a tearful goodbye with Tikki, she’d handed the earrings back to Master Fu and assured him that if evil ever returned to Paris, she'd take them back in a heartbeat.

The depression that had ensued had been unfathomable in its depth. The eighteenth year of Marinette’s life was a black hole that she hardly remembered.

Subconsciously, Marinette raised a hand to one unadorned earlobe. It was only when she saw Adrien look at her curiously, cautiously, that she realized she hadn't responded yet. “Uh—uh-huh,” she said, nodding.

“Well, what if…” Adrien’s eyes fell to his hands, which were folded in his lap, but he appeared to force himself to look back at her once more before continuing to speak. “Mari, what if I told you that I was Chat Noir?”

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng watched with dissatisfaction as her best friend, Alya Cesaire, pulled on her bright orange, down-filled coat. Nino Lahiffe, another longtime friend and Alya’s boyfriend, was doing the same with his decidedly less fussy jacket.

“Do you really have to go?” Marinette whined.

Alya wrinkled her nose. “I know, Mari, I’m sorry! It’s just that I have to get back home to finish this video project. It’s due in three days and I’m so close to being done that I can taste it.”

Nino held a hand up apologetically. “And I have to be—”

“A supportive boyfriend, I know,” Marinette said, waving one hand toward them dismissively as she took a sip out of her drink with the other. She pursed her lips, but then gave them a goofy grin. “Get out of here already.”

“Is it really that bad to be stuck here with me?” came a sheepish voice from beside Marinette.

Nino laughed. “Where’d you pick up those guilt trip skills, Adrien? Your dad?”

Adrien Agreste, the fourth and final member of the inseparable quadrant of friends, sat in the seat beside Marinette’s with his hand in his chin, looking playfully morose.

Marinette turned beet-red. “Oh, Adrien, you know I didn’t mean it like that—I just haven’t seen Alya all week, and she already has to go—”

Adrien placed a reassuring hand on Marinette’s shoulder and threw her a bright smile. “It’s fine, Mari. I’m joking.”

Alya leaned in to give Marinette a hug and air kiss, and then Nino did the same. “I’ll see you in a few days! I’m camping out at Nino’s to finish this project, and then I promise I’m all yours for all of next week after this hell is over.”

“I’m holding you to your word!” Marinette said, before she waved them off.

As Nino and Alya exited the bar, Marinette turned back around and noticed that Adrien’s hand was still on her shoulder. He was absentmindedly chewing on the straw of his drink, apparently totally unaware of the continuing bodily contact.

Marinette marveled; just four years ago, she would have melted on the spot. Adrien Agreste, with his kind heart, brilliant green eyes, stylish mop of blond hair that always seemed to fall the perfect way over his forehead, tall, built body, and impossibly sweet smile, was touching her without a second thought. But now—

Marinette had long since gotten over her teenage crush on Adrien, which she occasionally remembered with embarrassment—not at the fact that she’d liked him, as she’d always found him quite likable, but at how she’d been rendered positively speechless whenever he was around for at least two years. Now that they were twenty and they’d known each other so well for what felt like forever, it seemed laughable that Adrien Agreste, dork and cat-lover extraordinaire, could ever have made her nervous, beautiful and sweet as he might be.

“You okay there?” Marinette said, waving one hand in front of Adrien’s glazed eyes.

Adrien startled, sitting up a little straighter and removing his hand from her shoulder. “Huh?”

“You seemed to zone out for a minute. You have been quiet today,” she added with a frown. “What’s been going on?”

Adrien shook his head quickly, and his lips curled up into a smile. “Nothing. It’s been a long exam period, that’s all.”

Marinette took a sip out of her own drink and grimaced at the amount of alcohol in it. She envisioned the liquid traveling down her throat and burning smoky holes in it along the way. “You sure? I know how you are about hiding things,” she chided.

Adrien, as Alya liked to say, had always had the poor-little-rich-boy thing down to an art form. As a professional model who had never let his popularity get to his head and remained perpetually sweet and hard-working, even as he climbed higher and higher peaks to success, Adrien was revered by all except the person who mattered most to him. Gabriel Agreste, much to Marinette’s confusion, never seemed satisfied with his son’s performance in anything. She wondered if Adrien had spoken with his father today.

“I’m fine,” Adrien reassured her, and he looked pointedly at her glass. “You, on the other hand, need to catch up.”

Marinette frowned down at her drink. “It’s too strong,” she complained. “I’ll be out like a light if I finish this.”

Adrien laughed, and without a word, he slid his glass across the table and took hers.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him, but she picked up his glass and sipped. Something floral, with just a hint of sweetness, seemed to melt over her tongue. She pursed her lips. “Much better,” she admitted. “Thanks.”

Adrien clinked his newly-claimed drink against hers. “Bottoms up, Marinette. Let’s celebrate the end of a spectacularly terrible semester.”

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Even while half-slumped over, disheveled, and reeking of alcohol, Adrien Agreste managed to look relatively glamorous. It made Marinette, who looked like a creature from the underworld when she was that drunk, sick to her stomach. Or maybe that was the liquor.

Exhausted, excited, and probably not full enough of carbohydrates, both of them had outdone themselves at the bar, although Marinette at least knew she’d make it to the next morning alive. She wasn’t so sure about Adrien, whose forehead was hot against her shoulder as he snoozed, snoring softly.

It was like stepping into the taxi had somehow hit Adrien’s “off” switch: one moment, he’d been talking and joking animatedly, convincingly, to Marinette, to the point where she’d wondered if the alcohol had even affected him at all, and the next, he’d been out.

The taxicab pulled up to Adrien’s townhouse, and Marinette turned to gently shake Adrien by the shoulder.

“Adrien.”

“Mmmph.”

“Adrien, come on. You can’t sleep here.”

Adrien lifted his head and looked at Marinette through one bleary eye. “Whudtimeizit?” He peered past her through the taxicab window. “I don’t wanna go in there.”

Marinette frowned. “What do you mean?”

Adrien shrugged, eyes half-lidded and glassy. Even in his intoxicated, barely-there state, his expression was like a parody of someone who was trying very hard to look casual. “I just don’t want to.”

“Adrien… Are you okay?”

Marinette caught the cab driver looking impatiently at them through the rearview mirror, and she bit her lip, thinking quickly. She knew it. He hadn’t been himself all night, but every time she’d tried to approach it, Adrien had masked whatever he was burying with another goofy smile and a stupid pun. But something was very clearly wrong, and she couldn’t just leave him alone in that big house, where she knew he lived all by himself.

Marinette nodded to herself. Right, then. She was going to take care of this.

She turned to the cab driver and gave him the address for her flat. Adrien could sober up there, tell her what was going on, and then spend the night and let her force-feed him a hangover-curing breakfast the next morning, even if it killed him.

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“Here,” Marinette said, pushing a large glass of water into Adrien’s hands. “Drink all of it.”

Adrien stared at the water for a moment before downing it in four loud gulps. “Thank you.”

Marinette sat down beside him on her couch, observing him with a critical eye. He was still glassy-eyed and smelled as though he’d dragged half the bar into her apartment with him, but he was, at the very least, more lucid than he’d been in the cab.

“Adrien.”

Adrien raised his eyebrows and glanced at her sideways.

“What’s going on?” Marinette paused, and then added firmly, “And don’t try to tell me it’s nothing!”

Adrien pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on an indeterminate spot on the wall, before he turned his eyes to her. Marinette was momentarily stunned—she wondered how she managed to be surprised, time after time, at how very green they were.

“Marinette…” He swallowed. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

Marinette felt her heart sink into her stomach. Adrien looked as though he might cry and didn’t sound too far off from it, either. She thought about all the secrets she’d kept over the years from her closest friends, even Alya, and reminded herself that she’d want any one of them to react with acceptance and an open mind if she ever chose to reveal those secrets to them.

“Try me,” she said softly. “You’d be surprised.”

Adrien’s eyes remained trained on her own for five long seconds before he pressed his fist against his mouth. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Do you remember Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

The depression that had ensued had been unfathomable in its depth. The eighteenth year of Marinette’s life was a black hole that she hardly remembered.

There was only silence then, and Marinette could only begin to guess what her expression must have looked like in those few seconds following Adrien’s statement.

Truly, she hadn’t even realized it was possible to feel so much at one time. A string of jumbled words—Wait what did I hear that right he can’t be serious can he—buzzed through her brain as a dim roar, like water rushing to a shore, filled her ears. Simultaneously, a particularly prickly sensation crawled up her body in a wave, until it reached her heart.

“Wh-what?” she whispered.

Adrien let out a shaky, mirthless laugh. “I told you you’d think I was crazy.”

Much to Marinette’s surprise, Adrien didn’t look shocked or hurt at her apparent disbelief. This made the moment more painful, somehow. She scrambled to pull herself together. “No—no, Adrien, I'm just—”

“I know it's a lot to take in,” he interrupted, and he looked at her with such pleading in his eyes that she found herself unable to speak once more. “And I don't have my miraculous anymore, so I don't think I have any way of proving it to you. But...”

Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette saw him absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against his ring finger, and it was as if someone had splashed a bucket of cold water over her head. Blinking rapidly, she started to see him in a totally new light, dizzy with how quickly her brain was suddenly connecting the dots. The same bright green eyes, framed by the same long lashes. Of course.The same perfectly unruly sunkissed hair, just a little more windblown when he was flying from building to building and somersaulting in midair to avoid an akuma attack. All those nights where the mission had ended, and it had been time to detransform and go home, and her partner had been so reluctant to do so, because—

“I don’t wanna go in there.”

Because he’d either had to go home to an empty house, or to Gabriel Agreste, which was almost worse than nothing at all. And then there was the newly added dimension to the understanding that Gabriel was Hawkmoth, a revelation that had shaken Marinette to her core and sent Adrien into a tailspin for the better part of that year. But she could only imagine, knowing what she knew now, how he must have felt in the moment as Chat Noir: triumph, at first, in finally apprehending their years-long enemy, only to find out it was his own father. And then, to see him taken to jail and dragged through the mud, and to bear some of that burden as his son, as well, without being able to tell a soul that he'd been the one to capture him in the first place.

Marinette felt a fresh pang of hurt for him in her heart. Of course of course of course of course—

“Oh, Adrien,” Marinette breathed.

Adrien’s own expression transformed as he registered the sorrow in Marinette’s eyes, in the set of her mouth. His lips parted, and Marinette heard the softest intake of breath. “You believe me.”

Marinette nodded. “I do.”

She did. All this time. All this time, the partner she’d missed and mourned and cursed and cried over had been right here. Everything inside her was on fire.

“Thank you, Marinette,” Adrien said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lowering his head. “You have no idea—”

And surely—surely, he didn’t have a clue that she was—

In the back of her mind, Marinette heard Adrien’s voice shaking, and she tuned back in, alarmed.

“—I thought it’d get easier, you know, with the passage of time—but it’s been two years, and…” Adrien ran his hands through his hair. “I still feel so empty, like I lost a part of my body, or worse—like—”

“Like you don’t have the same soul you did before,” Marinette finished.

Adrien looked up at her, and Marinette bit back a gasp. The glassiness in Adrien’s eyes was now distinctly amplified by unshed tears.

“Yes ,” he whispered. “And the worst part is… Marinette… I abandoned her. Ladybug. After it was all over. I saw…You know. That night, I saw my father, and—I just—I got scared, and I went to M—the person who’d given me the miraculous in the first place, and I gave him my ring and told him—I couldn’t do it anymore, I—” Adrien stopped, and one hand rose to shield his eyes as a stifled sob erupted from his chest. “Sh-she was my best friend. And I left her all alone, with no explanation, and now she’s gone. I miss her. And now I can’t even tell her… It’s all my fault.”

Marinette felt her own hand cover her mouth as she watched Adrien—sweet, joyful Adrien—begin to cry. Swallowing back tears of her own, Marinette scooted closer to him and put an arm around his back and leaned her chin on his shoulder, not knowing what she could possibly say. When—if ever—would be a good time to let him know that she was right here?

Adrien was wrought with sobs now, unable to speak. Marinette had never, in her many years of knowing him, seen him like this—but then again, she thought, it probably wasn't often that he let himself let go this way. She rubbed his back and tugged on his shoulder a bit, and eventually, he moved so that his head was tucked neatly between her chin and her shoulder. She could feel warm tears on her collarbone.

When Adrien had quieted, Marinette moved to sit up, as she’d slid against the back of the couch, but he was dead weight against her. She leaned down to see his face—his eyes were closed. Deep breaths told her that he was asleep.

She studied him. But for the wetness on his face, which Marinette wiped away carefully with the back of her index finger, it was impossible to tell he’d been so grief-stricken just moments before. Her heart was so full that she really thought for a moment that it might burst. Both sheer joy and potent, rending sadness competed to fill the empty space that had been left in Chat’s absence.

Adrien Agreste, Chat Noir—one and the same. Both totally heartbroken, just like her. She wondered how they’d managed to hide from each other so well for so long.

“Chaton,” she tried, softly. Her heart pounded like a bass drum in her ears.

Adrien remained dead asleep. Marinette bit her lip and felt two hot tears slip out of her eyes, down her cheeks, onto her neck, where Adrien’s had been moments prior.

“I’m here,” she breathed. “I’m here.”

Minutes later, Marinette succumbed to her own inebriated exhaustion, and she fell asleep.

---

Marinette awoke when the ache in her neck grew to be too much to bear. She felt dizzy and a little ill, and the buzz in her head told her that she was still somewhat intoxicated. Adrien clung to her, his head on her chest, his own chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his sleep. She was parched.

As gently as she could, Marinette slipped out from underneath him and tiptoed through the dark to get to her kitchen, where she filled and downed two glasses of water. She filled one more and brought it back to the living room, where Adrien, hair mussed and eyes half-lidded with sleep, but awake, nonetheless, sat before her.

Marinette moved to hand him the glass, and then thought better of it. She reached out her free hand. “Come on.”

Adrien blinked at the outstretched hand for a moment, and Marinette, much to her surprise, felt four-year-old nerves revving back to life in the pit of her stomach. Thankfully, before she could stammer out a clumsy explanation, he took her hand, and Marinette led him to her small bedroom in the back of the apartment, turning out the lights as she went.

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“Comfortable?” Marinette said quietly, making her way to the bed.

“Yes. Thank you.” Adrien’s silhouette was unfamiliar in the darkness, and again, Marinette’s stomach churned just a little bit.

“Of course,” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible, and suddenly, she was so nervous that she couldn’t even turn to him. She lay down, facing the ceiling. They were far enough apart that they didn’t touch, but still, Marinette was quite aware of the heat emanating from his body.

Tell him. Why won’t you tell him?

Marinette lay wide awake for who knew how long, pondering the question. It should have been such a simple thing. You know how you said you’re Chat Noir? Well, I’m Ladybug. Surprise!

But the terrifying part wasn’t really telling him, then, was it? It was what came after—the unknown. Would he be relieved and overjoyed and sad for the lost years, as she was? Or overwhelmed at the notion that she’d been there all along? Or—and this was the worst option, and the reaction she feared most—disappointed, perhaps, that it was just her? That would tarnish not just one, but two relationships she’d cherished since she’d been a young teenager. She didn’t know if she could take any more heartbreak.

But she knew she couldn’t keep it to herself. Now that she knew where her partner had been this whole time, he deserved to know the same. He deserved to know that she’d never really held it against him for disappearing, too.

“Adrien—”

“Are you awake?” Adrien whispered, at the same time Marinette had said his name. “Oh. I guess you are.”

He turned onto his side so he could face her. Marinette did the same. She could see the outline of his face—the dip between his brow and his cheekbone, the glint of his eyes—in the dim city light filtering in through the window.

“Wh-what’s up?” she said, and she was glad she had an excuse to whisper, or he’d have heard her voice trembling.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” he said softly. He sounded distinctly more sober now than he had before. “I’ve never told anyone what I told you tonight. It feels like a huge weight is off my chest. And maybe now… Even if I can’t go back and fix things, I can—”

“Adrien.” Marinette clutched at the sheets, the churning in her stomach intensifying.

“Hm?”

“I have something to tell you, too.”

“What is it?”

Marinette knew he could hear the trepidation in her voice from the concern in his.

She took her time, trying to choose her words carefully. “Um… You know… How you told me—that you felt like you’d lost a part of yourself… ever since you gave up being Chat Noir?”

Adrien nodded.

“W-well, me, too. I knew exactly how you felt, Adrien,” Marinette murmured, “because I’ve been living that for the last two years, too. Right there with you.”

There was a long pause. She couldn’t even hear him breathing anymore. In the darkness, Marinette couldn’t read Adrien’s eyes, but she wasn’t sure if she should be comforted or made more nervous by the fact that he didn’t take them off of hers.

“Mon minou,” she whispered, and she blinked away tears. “It’s me. I don’t have my miraculous, either, because I gave them back to Master Fu after… After I gave up on you coming back.”

She knew then that Adrien had to have been holding his breath for quite some time, because she finally heard him let out a shaky exhale. Instinctively, she pulled the covers up so close that they reached her nose.

And then, she felt his hand, skimming along the side of her face, tracing along her cheeks and lips.

“Buginette?” his voice was teetering somewhere between joy and disbelief, not a trace of disappointment to be found.

She let out something that was half a laugh and half a sob, and before she knew it, Adrien had closed the gap between them and thrown an arm around her so that his face was buried in her hair.

“My Lady,” he said, voice low. Marinette suspected he was trying to hold himself together. “Marinette. How? How did I not know?”

Marinette laughed thickly. “I guess we’re really good at hiding our identities, after all. I always thought I was pretty terrible at it.” She paused. “How were you so quick to believe me?”

Adrien pulled back, meeting her eyes. She saw a look of hesitation cross his face for the briefest moment—or maybe that was just the darkness—and then his hand slid down to hers under the covers, where he intertwined their fingers. Marinette felt something spark to life inside of her, deep and low.

“Well, you mentioned Master Fu. No one else could have possibly known about him. But even if you hadn’t, it’s like… You said it, and suddenly, I knew.”

Marinette smiled. “Me, too.”

Adrien smiled back, but then his face fell. “You—you said you gave your miraculous back to Master Fu after you gave up on me coming back. Does that mean you waited for me?”

Marinette bit her lip. She thought about lying. There was no point in him knowing, really, she thought; it’d only cause him fresh heartache that he didn’t need. But it seemed wrong to be dishonest in this particular hour, even if it were for his own good. “Yes.”

“How long?”

“Just a few weeks,” Marinette said, trying to make it sound as nonchalant as possible. But she was sure he could visualize it almost exactly as it had happened: Ladybug landing, night after night, on their usual rooftops, hopeful at first, then worried, spending the nights searching for him, and then beside herself, until she’d given up altogether out of pure exhaustion.

Adrien let out a soft “oh.”

“Please don’t be down on yourself about it,” she added hastily. “It’s not a big deal—and now we know—”

“So that’s why you were so—that whole year. After it was all over. For a really long time, Mari, because of me, you weren’t… You weren’t all there.”

Marinette squeezed his hand, which was still interlocked with hers. “Neither were you.”

And now she knew why. He had lost so much more than his father that year.

A long breath escaped Adrien. “I’m really sorry, Buginette. So sorry.”

“No, really,” Marinette insisted, panicking a little at the anguish in his voice. “Please don’t be sad. It’s okay now, see? We found each other in the end, right? And I was never angry to begin with. I just didn't understand. And now I do.”

Adrien was silent for what felt like an eternity. For some reason, Marinette worried for a moment that he might bolt—but finally, she saw the outline of his shoulders relaxing, and he moved himself closer to her, so that their foreheads touched. Marinette forgot how to breathe.

“I know I never lost you, after all,” he said. “But I’m really glad I found you again.”

Marinette couldn’t speak. She nodded, and Adrien let go of her hand to brush a tear away from her eye before it fell. His fingers remained on her face, his eyes fixed on hers, and she only had a second or two to ponder the expression on his face before he moved, ever so slightly, to press his lips against hers.

---

“You WHAT?” Alya groaned loudly into the phone, and Marinette carefully stepped out of bed, hoping she hadn’t woken Adrien. She wandered into the kitchen and began to gather pans and ingredients to make breakfast as Alya ranted about how she couldn’t believe this was happening in the middle of her finals.

“I swear, Marinette, once this is over, we need to go out and I want every. Juicy. Detail.”

Marinette laughed. “It’s not— okay, well— it’s kind of juicy.”

Alya let out something akin to a scream, and Marinette heard a faint, “Babe, what is it?” in the background.

“Go away! I can’t talk to you right now! I’m busy,” Alya hissed, presumably at Nino.

Marinette giggled as she imagined Nino slinking off sadly to another room. “You really should be nicer to him.”

“Don’t change the subject! What happened? I can’t wait! I’ve decided. I need to know now.”

“Well,” Marinette started, twirling a pan full of oil this way and that to coat it. She wondered where she could begin.

She and Adrien had discussed the night before the extent to which they should reveal their being together to their best friends, but they hadn’t come to a decision. On the one hand, there really wasn’t any need to explain their alter egos as part of the story, but on the other hand, it felt wrong to keep it from them any longer. She held her tongue. Maybe it would be better if they decided to tell Alya and Nino together, she thought. She cracked several eggs into the pan, and they hit the metal with a satisfying sizzle.

Just as Marinette had made the decision to give Alya the abridged version, she felt a pair of warm arms slide around her waist and a chin against her shoulder. Marinette turned around and tried to bite back a laugh as Adrien placed a soft kiss along her jawline.

“Would you look at that,” she said into the phone. “Bad timing. I’ve got to go, Alya.”

“What? You can’t just go now! I need to know!”

“I know, I know. Think you could afford to do dinner tonight? Maybe I can tell you then?”

Alya didn’t answer for several seconds, and then she sighed. “I’m going to work my ass off today, Marinette. Double speed. Because I know this story will be worth it. You’d better not let me down!”

Marinette caught Adrien’s eye. He looked at her quizzically, and she grinned. “I won’t. Promise. Bye!”

Adrien kissed her forehead. “Good morning.”

Marinette put her phone down, and she couldn’t help but beam at him. His hair was mussed in every which direction, eyes bright and wide and alert. He was chewing on his lower lip to bite back a smile. It was adorable.

“Good morning, Chaton.”

“Can I help at all?” he asked, watching her flip the eggs.

“Nope. How are you feeling?”

“Well, I feel like someone threw a boulder at my head last night,” he said, leaning against the counter beside her. “Also, there’s a chance that I’m going to be sick.”

Marinette winced.

“But I think I’m perfectly happy, regardless.” He smiled down at her.

Fireworks exploded in Marinette’s stomach. She had to remind herself to look back down at her pan so the eggs wouldn’t burn.

Adrien’s phone went off then, and he held the screen up to her to show that Nino was calling. Shooting her a grin, he answered and placed it on speakerphone.

“Hey, Nino.”

“Dude, did you make it home last night? I didn’t understand anything you were trying to say in your texts, and Marinette sent me like, four snapchats of you guys in that bar at three in the morning.”

Adrien laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “Not necessarily… But I’m fine.”

There was a pause. “Wait. How are you not super hungover? Why do you sound so happy? Does this have anything to do with why Alya is in her studio freaking out by herself?”

Adrien exchanged glances with Marinette and burst into laughter. “It’s a long story.”

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notes: happy valentine’s day and thank you for reading! this fic came out of nowhere and then quickly snowballed into a monster i couldn't really control. LOTS of crying. much more than i expected, haha. i hope you enjoyed! (ps: do parisians eat eggs for breakfast? i'm not sure that they do. alas.)

#miraculous ladybug #mlfanfic #miraculousdaily #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrinette #ladynoir #fics

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