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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Christmas Cookie War

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,720 Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Aye! Day 14 of the Christmas fics! Bake some cookies this season! -Thorne

Connor was sneaky. Which was good when it came to his career as an Assassin. On the rare times that she’d actually seen him in action, she was utterly blown away at how such a heavily built person could move with such stillness. She’d watched him take down every soldier in the fort within minutes, and not a single alarm bell had been rung, nor did any soldier see or hear him coming—he was a master hunter, and she was proud that he used his skills for the better. That being said, Connor had a streak of using his skills for the worse.

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She glared at him for what seemed like the millionth time and pointed to the doorway.

“Out with you,” she commanded. “You’re not allowed to put one foot in this kitchen until I tell you to.”

Connor shifted his weight between his feet, standing just outside the entrance to the kitchen. “But (Y/N),” he whined. “The cookies.” His eyes shifted to the tray she was about to put on the rack at the fireplace.

Shaking her head, she denounced, “But nothing, Ratonhnhaké:ton. If everyone else has to wait for the cookies to be made, baked, and cooled, then so do you.”

She narrowed her gaze and shoved the wooden spoon in his face. “If I catch you in here again, I will welt your hands black and blue.”

He met her stare head-on and she could see him internally mulling the pros and cons over before his amber eyes flashed with indignation, and she knew he was taking it as a personal challenge.

Connor conceded and tipped his head down. “As you wish, (Y/N).” He stood back up and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?”

Huffing, she remarked “I know what you’re doing Ratonhnhaké:ton.” She spun on her heel and marched over to the table. “Please take this in the nicest way possible, my beloved,” (Y/N) met his gaze and hissed, “Get lost.”

A growl sounded from his throat, but he turned and stalked off, the door slamming, signaling his exit. With satisfaction, she turned back to the bowl of flour on the first side table, watching as he walked past the window outside, glaring at her; she stuck her tongue out at him. Let the games begin.

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The entire house smelled like one giant, mouthwatering concoction of every dessert ever made, and on more than one occasion, Achilles had drifted in to see what she was making for the Christmas party. Happy knowing that it all smelled wonderful, she’d showed him the trays of cookies and pies, managing to ease his dislike of the giant mess along the table with a promise of cleaning later. He complimented her on the outcomes of each dessert, especially the chocolate chip snickerdoodles she’d made—which also happened to be the cookies that Connor was hellbent on snatching from her.

Achilles wiped his mouth on the handkerchief he carried and nodded his head. “Those are excellent, (Y/N). Sweet, but not overpoweringly so.”

A warmth grew on her cheeks at the praise, because she knew that the old man wasn’t one to give it unless truly deserved—and even then, it was hard to get it out of him.

“Thank you, Achilles.” She murmured, turning her gaze to the crackling fireplace, a tray of apple pies baking to perfection.

“Has Connor come in yet?” he asked, humor in his tone.

(Y/N) tossed a glare over her shoulder. “Oh, he definitely has. Twice.” She scanned the kitchen, craning her neck to see into the dining room—he wasn’t in there. “I’m waiting for him to try again.”

The old man leaned on his cane, umber eyes regarding her with an amusing look. “You think he will?”

She scoffed and flattened the dough with a rolling pin. “I’d bet my last pound he will. The only thing bigger than his heart is his sweet tooth.” She paused and pointed the pin at him. “Mark my words, he’ll die by sugar coma if he doesn’t keel over of old age first.”

Achilles simply snorted and the rapping of his cane against the hardwood floor left her alone in the kitchen.

(Y/N) grabbed one of the cookie cutters and began cutting out the shapes of little men. With a smile, she placed them on the tray and switched them out for the pies that were done. Setting the pies aside, she swiftly turned and looked around, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

She grabbed the wooden spoon and walked to the entrance of the kitchen, sticking her head into the entryway. It was clear, and a quick glance to the hallway showed a spotless center as well—still, it didn’t ease the wariness and she moved back into the kitchen.

“I know you’re in here, Ratonhnhaké:ton.” (Y/N) walked to the dining room. “Let me catch you with a cookie,” she warned. “I’ll break a finger.”

Grabbing the handles of the dining room doors, she swung them shut and with a click, she locked the doors. Only one way in and out. She thought with a smug smile.

Though something felt off, she set the feeling aside and focused on the rest of the desserts, knowing that she had only a couple more hours until the Christmas party—she had to finish early.

As she passed by the clothed table, she paused and scanned the surface, satisfied that nothing had been touched. (Y/N) yanked the cookbook over to her and leaned over, reading over the recipe.

“Now let’s see…what were those treats that Father Timothy wanted?” she ran a finger down the page. “Sugar plums! That was it.” Her eyes drifted around the kitchen. “Do we even have any plums?”

Frowning, she checked the baskets in the corner of the kitchen, standing on her tippytoes as she looked in. She rummaged around a bit, then smiled as she found a bag of them.

“Here we go—” a thump sounded behind her and she whirled around, surveying the kitchen. She ran to the table and examined each tray until she came across the chocolate chip snickerdoodles—one of them was gone.

A growl escaped her, and she ran to the entryway, glancing in both directions. “Where are you!” she yelled. “I know you were in here!” (Y/N) ran through the hall to Achilles’s study, glowering inside.

The old man cocked a salt and pepper brow at her, but said nothing and she turned, sprinting up the stairs to check the bedrooms and galleries. Still, they were empty, and by the time she returned to the kitchen, she was about to tear her hair out. (Y/N) made thirty of those cookies—eight were missing.

“Ratonhnhaké:ton!” she screeched. “When I get my hands on you, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—I’m—ARGH!” Snarling, she slammed her heel into the ground. “I am going to make you a sorry man.”

(Y/N) sat down at the table and put her head in her hands, silently simmering with unbridled rage. Impulsively, she kicked out her legs and upon feeling her foot brush something she went still, suddenly calm.

She placed her hands flat on the table and seethed, “Are you underneath this table?”

A moment of silence passed, then she heard a quiet, “I love you, (Y/N).”

She leaned down and raised the tablecloth, staring into Connor’s wide eyes. The smile she gave him sent shivers up his spine and warning bells in his brain.

“I love you too, Ratonhnhaké:ton,” she said sweetly.

He swallowed thickly. “You—you do?” he questioned warily.

(Y/N) nodded. “I do.” Her face contorted from the kindness he loved to a wrath he’d never seen before nor wanted to see again. “But you have five seconds to run or I’m—”

She didn’t even get to finish her threat and he was scrambling madly from beneath the table, her clambering off the bench after him. She’d never heard Connor scream before, but the howl of terror that left him as he sprinted from the kitchen to the stairs told her he was in a state of pure fear.

“COME BACK HERE!” she fumed.

Connor gave a cry as he stood behind the stair railings, her glowering at him from the top step. “FORGIVE ME (Y/N)!”

If she’d been a cat, she would’ve hissed at him. “I’m gonna forgive you when I kick your butt!” As she set foot on the second floor, he turned on his heel and leaped over the railing to the back door.

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide, and she ran to the railing, staring down at him. “Don’t you dare,” she growled, and he smirked at her before disappearing into the kitchen, returning moments later with the tray of cookies.

“Put. Those. Back.” She demanded and he raised one to his mouth and took a bite.

“You have outdone yourself Otsi’tsa. They taste fantastic.” He replied before shoving the rest of the cookie into his mouth and fumbling behind him for the doorknob.

She glared at him as he pulled the door open and started backwards outside. “You’re a dead man when you come back tonight.”

Connor shrugged. “I have lived off the land all my life.” He met her gaze and retorted, “Who says I cannot do it tonight?”

(Y/N) placed her hands on the railings and leaned over. “Oh beloved, you’re gonna be doing it for a week after this little stunt.”

“We shall see,” he winked.

Sensing that her threats were falling on deaf ears, she stood straight and glared down her nose at him. “Come back tonight then. I dare you.” Connor chuckled and disappeared outside, leaving her to fume.

A silence entered the manor, then she heard from the stairwell, “That was your fault for not checking under the table.” Her face pinched at Achilles’s quip, then a devious idea came across her.

“Achilles, do we have any beet roots?” she asked.

“Probably in the baskets.” He went quiet. “Why?”

His question was hesitant and (Y/N) grinned evilly. “Rule number one of starting a war, Achilles. Don’t leave your gear where the enemy can find it.”

She walked down the stairs and smiled at him. “I think Ratonhnhaké:ton will look absolutely wonderful in pink robes, don’t you agree?” He simply sighed in return.

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ladyanput · 4 years

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Seeing Green Ch.10

Quick warning: there is one threat of suicide in this chapter.

''You'll always be mine, my lady…''

Marinette sat up abruptly in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat as her breathing came out harsh and fast. She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing, her hands tightly gripping the bed sheets.

She forced herself to calm down. Chat- No, Adrien could not get her here. He was in jail, he didn't have his Miraculous anymore, there was no reason to panic. She was with the Waynes, they'd protect her, she'd protect herself. Adrien couldn't hurt her anymore.

Marinette opened her eyes and gazed around the large room Bruce had situated her in. It was the fanciest room she'd ever had the pleasure of staying in, with its massive size and the bathroom being almost as big as the bedroom itself. She never had a bubble bath before, but she'd taken the chance to have a nice, relaxing bath with bubbles nearly overflowing out of the tub, even though the water had stung the rope burns around her wrists.

Marinette gingerly touched her bandaged wrists, then glanced over towards her bedside table, the numbers 3:27 casting a faint green glow from the clock. Maybe some hot chocolate would help calm her down. She slid out of the plush bed and silently made her way through the labyrinth of a mansion until she reached the kitchen.

To her surprise, she found Tim sitting at the table in the center of the room, typing away on his laptop, with dark shadows visible under his eyes. Marinette eyed the coffee mug next to his laptop as she made her way into the kitchen.

"What are you doing up? Aren't you tired?" Mari made her way over to the electric kettle on the counter and quickly flipped it on when she saw it was full of water. Tim glanced up and rose a brow at the sight of the Parisian girl, then gave a wry smile.

"When you get tossed around by a man-child in a leather catsuit, you're not really up for sleeping, especially when your room is right next to Jason's and you hear some rather suggestive noises." He stated dryly, then chuckled at the sight of Marinette's face going beet red from his words. "Why are you up?"

"I… I had a nightmare." She admitted, raiding the cupboards until she found the hot chocolate powder and got to work on her hot chocolate. "I think I'll be having them for a while."

"You probably will, Angel." Damian appeared in the doorway, his hair mussed and wearing only a pair of pyjama pants that had little Robin logos all over them. He made his way over to her and wrapped a supportive arm around her waist, drawing her close. "With what you went through, anyone would."

Marinette snuggled into her boyfriend's warm embrace and found herself with a dopey grin on her face. The nightmare seemed to fade from her mind as she felt Damian kiss her, making her shiver ever so slightly.

“Aren’t you all supposed to be asleep?” Eva stepped in, wearing only a fluffy robe. Marinette chuckled at the sight of the woman’s messy hair and general unkept appearance. “Though, I suppose I should be too.”

“Kinda hard to sleep with hearing a headboard slamming repetitively on the wall.” Tim piped up dryly, shooting the woman a withering glare as she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

“Well, Tim, if you ever wanna join in, I’m more than open to it.” Eva sent him a wink, causing the boy to go red, even his ears. “Hey, sugar cookie, you okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Marinette met the pitiful look in Eva’s eyes and felt her gut clench. She’d have to get used to that look in everyone’s eyes for quite some time. Even Bruce and Dick had been giving her those looks the entire evening, making her feel like crumpling into a mess of tears.. But she wouldn’t do that, not to anyone, she just had to get things back to normal again, she’d have to find a new Chat Noir, get back to Paris, find Hawkmoth, and then she could just move to Gotham and be happy.

If only things were so easy.

“Your parents are already on their way.” Eva’s voice cut through the rapidly messy thoughts and Marinette quickly busied herself with making her hot chocolate, ignoring the raw guilt in her gut that began to hurt. She hadn’t called her parents the entire time she’d been in Gotham, what kind of daughter did that?

They deserved a better daughter. Paris deserved a better Ladybug. Then maybe she would have seen the signs of Chat’s unhinging, maybe she could have prevented it. Now he was sitting in a cell, all alone, and it was all her fault, because she didn’t do anything to save her partner.

She quickly noticed the silence in the room and looked up to see everyone staring at her, as if expecting a response. Marinette quickly put on a bright smile and nodded, picking up her hot chocolate.

“I can’t wait for them to get here! I want to introduce them to everyone, especially Damian. I know they’ll interrogate you, but I’m sure you’ll pass the test.” Mari kissed Damian’s cheek, then quickly headed towards the kitchen door, her heart pounding wildly in her chest now. She felt tears brimming her eyes, which only heightened her frustration as she quickly made her way back to her bedroom. Tikki was awake and waiting for her when she got there. “Oh, sorry Tikki, did I wake you?”

“No, not at all Marinette. How are you feeling?” The kwami flew over to her chosen and smiled when she smelled the sweetness of the hot chocolate. She sat on Marinette’s shoulder as the girl settled in a chair by the window, staring out at the moonlit night. “You seem very calm.”

“Of course, silly, why wouldn’t I be calm? I’m on a fantastic field trip, dating the sweetest guy on Earth, and everyone is happy!” Marinette’s tone was cheerful, but Tikki saw right through it in a snap. She had watched as Alya and Lila accused Marinette of drugging Adrien and setting him up for this entire thing, she’d watched as Caline Bustier had done nothing to try and soothe Marinette, instead she went to try and calm a cry Lila as she kept making outlandish claims. And the kwami had watched as Adrien had been hauled away in cuffs, and once he had awoken he had started screaming about him and Ladybug were soulmates.

Tikki silently wished them all the worst luck in their lives, they didn’t deserve her good graces after all they had done. She was about to say something, but a knock on the door drew Marinette away, leaving the kwami sitting on the windowsill. She watched as her chosen opened the bedroom door and could easily make out the form on Damian, smiling sadly as she saw Marinette fall into his embrace as he opened his arms.

The couple laid on her bed for quite some time, just holding onto each other in comfort. Soon the sun began peeking over the horizon, filling the room with a warm light. Damian ran a hand over his girlfriend's hair as he watched her. He had known the moment he'd seen her in the kitchen that she hadn't slept right and wasn't going to for a while.

"I'm sorry." Marinette's soft voice broke the stiff silence as she laid her head on his chest, listening to his beating heart. "I should have seen it coming. I'm the Guardian of the Miraculous, I should have known."

"Angel, you're not to blame for any of this. You did nothing wrong." He tried to assure her, planting a soft kiss on her forehead as he felt her tremble. "He took advantage of you, of your kindness. He took advantage of your forgiving nature and manipulated you and then kidnapped you. Angel, he never once called you by your name when he was arrested. He kept calling you Ladybug."

Marinette had noticed that too. She hadn't been 'Marinette' or 'princess' once during the entire kidnapping. Chat Noir had become so unhinged, he had only seen Ladybug, he had only seen the mask he had forced upon her. She shivered in disgust at the thought.

"But still, I was his partner, I should have seen this, I should have stopped it." Marinette whimpered, hugging Damian tighter. Damian, seeing her tender, forgiving heart, felt pity for her. She could not shrug this off as easily as he could.

"Nothing could have stopped that. He was sick from the very beginning, no one to teach him right from wrong." Damian slowly sat up, taking her with him. "How about today, we spar before we head to the police station?"

…

The duo was surprised to see the training room was in full swing; walking in just in time to see Evangeline being sent flying towards a pile of mats, landing in them with a heavy thud and a loud groan leaving the woman.

“You need to balance more. You won’t always have your powers as a crutch, Eva.” Kate smiled as she made her way over to the scowling T.A, helping her stand.

“I know, I’ve just never thought I was gonna become a superhero.” Eva snorted, standing and stretching her body, clad in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Her dark hair was up in a messy bun, giving anyone looking the sight of the bruises and bite marks along her skin. Her vividly purple eyes landed on Marinette and she beamed. “Good morning, sugar cookie!”

“Oh… Um, good morning. Are you training too?” Marinette smiled, though she fiddled gently with the zipper of her hoodie, feeling a bit unsure as she saw the entire Wayne family was there. She watched as Dick did chin ups, Bruce beating up a very abused punching bag, and Jason pumping iron. She nervously gulped. “I can do this another time, it’s okay.”

“Hey, I wanna see what you’ve got.” Kate spoke up, stepping onto the exercise mat as Eva took a seat on one of the benches off to the side. “You’ve been a hero for a while, I’m sure you’d want a bit more training, so you won’t always be dependent on your magic, right? Maybe go up against Cass here? Just an easy sparring round, whoever gets pinned first loses.”

Marinette eyed Cass’s body carefully, seeing the strong muscle and amazing power in that sleek body of hers. Wordlessly, Marinette nodded and shrugged off her hoodie, not noticing as Damian tried not to swallow his tongue.

Marinette was no longer that slim, shy fifteen year old she had been when she had first become Ladybug. She had trained herself to become strong, to become the hero Paris deserved. She was still rather short, but she had certainly grown, her sports bra straining ever so slightly against her chest, her arms flexing to show off the strong muscle, and Damian could see the powerful muscle in her thighs, and her abs… Well, they just made Damian feel weak in the knees.

He shook his head, blushing in shame. The girl had just been kidnapped and assaulted yesterday, yet here he was ogling her. He cleared his throat and took a seat beside Jason, ignoring his brother's playful nudge.

Cass and Marinette took their starting stances, then went at each other when Bruce signalled for them to begin.

They both fought hard, many watching as one dodged blows from the other, though it was clear to everyone, even Marinette herself, that Cass was the superior fighter here. Not surprising, as she had been raised to be the ultimate killing machine, just like Damian. But it was Cass who came out on top when she managed to kick Marinette's feet out from under her and pinned her down in seconds. The Waynes clapped and whistled.

"You did quite well against a trained assassin." Damian commented casually as he made his way over and helped Marinette to her feet. "Your center is a bit off, amongst other things. But we can help you train, Angel, get better. Trust me, it will help you."

Marinette grinned and nodded, then felt herself blush as Damian took her hand and walked with her to where most of the equipment was held. The family watched the duo, before exchanging looks.

"They've got it bad." Jason grinned as he saw the looks the two were sending each other when the other wasn't looking. "It's like a couple of lovestruck puppies."

Bruce chuckled softly at the sight of his son coming out of his shell around the French girl. While his son had outgrown that bratty part of him that had come out as a result of becoming an adult far too soon, he was still a recluse with his emotions. But seeing him smile so brilliantly, though it was directed at Marinette, made Bruce feel content.

He couldn't wait for grandchildren.

And one hour of punching a punching bag with Chat Noir's face taped to it, with the poor bag sadly beaten to a messy pulp on the gymnasium floor by everyone in the room, they made their way down into the Bat Cave. The entire group of vigilantes suited up, before turning towards Eva and Marinette, then eyeing the jewelry they wore.

"So those turn you into your superhero selves?" Tim spoke up, skeptically eyeing the necklace dangling from Eva's neck.

"Yes, they allow us Kwami to lend our chosen our powers." Tikki smiled, sitting promptly on Marinette's shoulder. It felt nice not having to be always in a purse or jacket around these people, it felt so freeing. "Marinette is by far my strongest Ladybug yet. She can handle immense power, she's worn several Miraculous at once."

Okay, now it sounded like she was bragging, which she rightfully deserved with all she had put up with.

"And I finally have a kit." Trixx piped up, warmly nuzzling Eva's cheek. Marinette blinked in surprise when Eva and Trixx looked their way, their eyes both the same shades of vivid purple. "And it's all thanks to Marinette that I found her. Alya was a good fox, but her versions of the truth are… Misguided."

Marinette didn't comment, feeling an ache in her heart at the memory of her broken friendship. All of her class was back at the hotel with Miss Bustier, many of them shaken by their experiences in Gotham. It would certainly be a trip to remember for the Parisian group, especially for the likes of Nino.

Nino. Marinette cursed under her breath and turned towards Eva.

"Nino broke up with Alya and apologized to me." Marinette blurted out before she could stop herself. "I want him back as Carapace."

"Are you sure about that Marinette?" Eva crossed her arms and seemed to ponder the outburst carefully. "He didn't protect you or side with you for how many years? Given, he wanted to remain loyal to his girlfriend, but still. I would go rushing back towards anyone who's asked for forgiveness, Marinette. They deserve your anger and mistrust for what a lot for them did to you, especially Nino. You told me you'd known him since you were little kids, remember? He should have known you the best and been there for you."

Marinette was quiet after that, not paying attention to the others listening in on their conversation. After a few minutes, she let out a defeated sigh.

"I'm sorry, I am just… Everything is messy in my head. I just want everything to be normal again." Marinette closed her eyes and rested her head against Eva, who hugged her gently.

"Things won't ever be normal again, sugar cookie, I'm sorry. Maybe we should look into getting you a therapist." That got everyone staring at Eva. "What, surely you guys have someone you can talk about the traumatized shit you guys have been through, right? You don't just go around with this baggage weighing you down and tormenting you."

She was greeted with silence. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

"Jesus fuck, guys, that isn't healthy! That can fucking destroy your mental health!"

"I can contact Black Canary." Batman spoke up, looking uncomfortable under the woman's harsh, judgmental gaze. "I mean, she's a trained therapist, I go to her from time to time because… Because she understands because she's also a hero."

"Finally, someone with some sense." Eva grumbled, before setting her hands on her hips. "Marinette is going to see her, understand? No arguments, no complaints."

No one said a word, until Dick cleared his throat.

"Shall we head to the police station so that Ladybug can give her statements?" Nightwing stated uncomfortably, as Eva transformed into Lady Vixen, resulting in a wolf whistle from Red Hood.

"Yeah, let's go." Marinette transformed, then smiled over at Robin. "Hopefully you can behave yourself there."

"Why should I? I still wanna skin him alive." Robin growled softly, his hand resting on the handle of his sword.

"I'd rather you not commit murder, please?" Ladybug begged softly, giving him a sweet smile. "I have more kisses for you if you behave."

Robin snorted and shook his head, motioning her towards his bike.

"Let's just go, before I turn soft on the guy who kidnapped you and held you against your will." He said dryly.

Ladybug smiled, but when she turned her back to everyone, tears brimmed her eyes.

…

The police station was a flurry of activity, the usual for a city full of supervillains and roaming vigilantes.

Ladybug smiled once Batman pointed out Commissioner Gordon, making her way towards him and shaking his hand.

"Hello Commissioner, it's lovely to meet you. I heard there was an incident of a girl getting kidnapped because it was thought she was me." Ladybug smiled sadly, being led into Gordon's office. "I am sorry for the inconveniences that were caused."

"Adrien Agreste did kidnap a girl, yes, saying she was you. We got her statement and she is staying someplace safe, don't you worry." The commissioner assured her, then crossed his arms, looking thoughtful. "He keeps shouting about he is Chat Noir, miss Ladybug. I don't really know about who you are, but Batman informed me that you are heroes in Paris?"

"Yes, we've been keeping the entire situation in Paris tight lipped due to safety reasons." Ladybug spoke up quickly, her face looking grim. "And I will admit, the entire situation is rather messy."

"Was he Chat Noir, this other hero that he's been ranting about?" Gordon met her gaze. Ladybug didn't say a word, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. He knew exactly why she was there."I see… Would you like to talk to him? I can give you a few minutes, if you'd like."

"I'd appreciate that, thank you." Ladybug smiled sadly. She was here to say goodbye to her partner, and also hopefully to stop any spread of her identity, if he were to go back to Paris. She could only hope.

Gordon guided Ladybug and Lady Vixen into an interrogation room, while Robin, Red Hood, and Batman watched with the commissioner on the other side of the glass.

Adrien was lead in, dark shadows under his eyes, his hair messy and greasy, and a look of distaste crossing his face once he caught sight of Vixen, though it brightened at the sight of Ladybug.

"My lady, you're here! Thank goodness, you finally see reason and you're here to get me out! Then we can go back to Paris, right?" Adrien grinned, not even fazed as he was roughly shoved into the chair across the table from the heroines.

"No, Chat Noir, I'm here because I heard you were terrorizing a poor girl, thinking she was me." Ladybug scowled as she crossed her arms, trying her hardest not to tremble as his eyes, eyes such a vibrant color of green, met hers. "Marinette was in tears when she told me everything."

"Don't be silly, Ladybug, I know you're her. I saw you with your kwami the other night." Adrien soon got a dreamy smile on his face, gazing up at the heroine. "You have such a lovely figure, my lady, you've really worked hard."

It took everything in Ladybug not to spew the bile that rose in her throat, but she held it all down.

"Marinette was feeding my kwami cookies, Adrien. I had to go to that warehouse and help Batman and the others save her from you, remember?" Ladybug snapped, feeling her fury rise in her chest. "You have been acting out a lot over the years, but this takes the cake! You're lucky I managed to get her out of that warehouse while Lady Vixen distracted you!"

Adrien then focused his eyes on the silent fox that was leaning back against the two way mirror. Her fox ears flicked ever so slightly as she caught him staring. She merely grinned, showing off the sharp fangs in her mouth.

"What happened to Rena Rouge?" Adrien glared, crossing his arms and hunching his shoulders. "She's a much better fox."

"You're changing the subject, Adrien. You did horrible things to Marinette, you think you're owed my love, when I've told you time and time again that I love someone else!" Ladybug's voice rose an octave as she grew more furious, but then she took a deep breath and stepped back. He couldn't hurt her. Looking at him, she could clearly see he was delusional, he wasn't worth her guilt, her tears. "I'm done with you, Adrien. You're not worth my time."

It was as if reality had finally struck the Agreste boy. He teared up and got to his feet, though her couldn't move far thanks to being cuffs to the table

"No, my lady, please! I love you so much, we're soulmates! I can't live without you!" Adrien's eyes welled with tears as he struggled to get to her. "Please, Ladybug, please! You're my lady and I'm your loyal knight."

"Let's go, Ladybug. He's not worth this." Vixen set a hand the small of Ladybug's back, carefully guiding her out. But just as they were about to step out, Adrien let out a scream.

"I'll kill myself if I can't be with you, Ladybug!"

That made Ladybug and Lady Vixen freeze. The guilt swamped the former like a tidal wave, guilt and shame rushing over her as she fought back a sob as she looked back at him. This was all her fault, she had hurt him this deeply. She couldn't hurt him anymore, she-

Lady Vixen stormed her way up to Adrien and grabbed him by the throat. She ripped his cuffs from the table and slammed him so hard against the glass, many webs of cracks covered it.

"You do NOT ever fucking say that to anyone ever, you abusive, selfish, manipulative piece of SHIT!" Vixen got right in his face, baring her fangs and hissing, appearing like a feral wild animal. "I should tear out your vocal cords right here and string them up your ass so you can keep talking shit!"

"Vixen!" Batman rushed into the room and pulled the fox off of the teen, sending Adrien sprawled across the floor with bleeding scratch marks at his throat. "That's enough!"

"No, he's not going to manipulate her like that! You don't guilt and scare someone into a relationship, you low life!" Vixen screamed at Adrien as she was dragged out of the room and the precinct.

Once outside, Batman set her down, but grasped her shoulders in a bruising grip.

"You crossed a line. You don't threaten a perp like that, that could cause legal action against you, or worse; make the public see you as an unhinged sociopath." He growled at her, giving her a firm shake. But Vixen was too busy hyperventilating. When she looked up, her pupils had become thin slits and tears brimmed her eyes.

"Doll?" Red Hood stepped forward, a hand reaching out for her. Vixen slapped his hand away and darted off into the night.

"Just let her go." Ladybug spoke up, sadness strong in her tone, though she would later regret that decision. "Just give her some space. Let's go home? Please? I just… I want to forget everything that happened in there."

As the night went on, an orange mist began to spread through the city, emanating from a frantic, hyperventilating heroine.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years

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Forgotten Stories 3: Baby hunter and Daddy vampire (you guessed it, Mortal Instruments)

jace signed softly as he waited at the cafe. He was annoyed something fierce as the former mundane turned vampire Simon had flat out SUMMONED here to the late night dinner, saying that they NEEDED to talk. Jace, who had better things to do, and money to make was understandably vexed and as he sipped on the black crud that this greasy spoon dared to call coffee, he mumbled to himself. "Swear to god, if it's more of my blood he's after.." the shadow hunter grumbled, then set the coffee down and reached once again for the sugar, pouring more into the crud. "How the hell do you not have diabetes?" Came the amused tone of the vampire and jace just rolled his eyes. "you know,. just because you're immortal and can drink anything doesn't mean the rest of us are. i have to make this drinkable SOMEHOW." the blond shot back and then nodded to the seat across from him. "Now you wanna tell me why I'm here instead of doing better things with my time? I'm not giving you more blood..or gum wrappers." jace smirked at that as Simon narrowed his eyes, taking a seat. "ohhh wow, soo witty. I was a rat for a few hours years ago. get over it. and besides, in terms of embarrassing things.. i think you've more then topped me being turned into a rat." Simon said and gave a big smirk. "what ever you think you've found-" Jace started to say, but even as he spoke he was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and then Simon pulled out a tablet, which was already on a certain naughty boys mycam page. Jace's to be exact. "..So did i ever tell you I have a twin brother wh-" "Bull.shit.diaper boy." Simon said and then pressed play on a video.

the video came to life and there was jace, at a playground. it was late at night and he was wearing a trench coat but was smiling into the camera. "Sup my peeps? this is your boy Stinky J and thanks to a generous cash gift from daddy V, yours truly is about to go and take a epic dump in his huggies, and go and play. remember, if you got the money and have a idea, PM me and you can see my cute twink ass doing all sorts of degrading things. don't forget to like and comment." Jace said, dropping the tench coat and revealing that he was only in a paw patrol pull up under the jacket. Turning around and slapping his butt, the blond demon slayer poped a squat and audible grunting could be heard and then with a MASSIVELY loud fart and a sign of relief the the back of the pull up expanded rapidly, puffing out and discoloring as Jace coo'ed in content. "Mannn that feels better.. though whew..y'all should be thankfully you can't smell this!" the blond brat teased, waving a hand and then waddled slowly (clearly making a effort not to let his hot load spill out of the poor pull up) towards the slide. "heh, what do you think folks? time to slip sliding? ..yeah thats what i thought too~" climbing up the ladder it was hard to make out his face from the distance he was at and then the big stinky baby plopped down on his butt (a oh fuck! and gasping heard) and then the big baby was sliding down the slide and-

Grabbing the tablet Jace turned the video off and was beet red, looking down at the table. "...Ok what do you want?" Jace asked. "What i want,for starters, is for you to stop using the money I send you to get stupid pull-ups when i clearly state diapers." Simon said and smirked as Jace looked up at him in confusion, the realization. "Y-Your daddyv!" "Ding ding ding! thats right, you've been a poopie pull up baby brat for a vampire the past three months. i wonder just how much trouble you'll be in when your little clubhouse finds out not only are you a diaper pooping big baby. but a vampires bitch too~" Jace whimpered, it was going to be humiliating enough if anyone else found out about his naughty way to make extra money. add in he was doing it for vamp.. this was NOT going to be good. "L-Look..I already spent the money if you want it back an-" Jace started and Simon cut him off with a sharp laugh. "what makes you think I need your money? I've been the one spoiling you remember dip shit?" Simon snorted. Jace huffed and actually started to pout a little at that. "awww look at it this way..at least I'm not a mundane anymore. that would make what I'm gonna make you do to shut me up even more humiliating for you." Simon added cheerfully. "...should I be worried?" jace asked with a gulp. "terrified." Simon confirmed with a shit eating grin.

half a hour later and there were at a old warehouse that was boarded up on the outside but Simon flew himself and jace in though a window where.. a makeshift nursery was set up among the ruins. "...this is going to suck even more then i thought huh?" jace asked faintly. "well if nothing else, you're more then free to use this for your videos." Simon snickered and then winked. "maybe I'll even be your camera man too." "pretty sure i'ma stop doing the videos after this." jace huffed. "You say that now.." was all Simon would say on the matter, leaving jace even more worried. "now then, who's ready to be put back in a good diaper for a change, not a pull up that'll leak the second you putt too much pressure on it?" Simon asked, going over to by the changing table he had set up in the ruins and grabbing out a stupidly thick and massive diaper that instead of the normal designs one would expect on it.. had diaper fag in baby block letters all over it. "..That has to be a custom job." jace whined and pointed. "No shit Sherlock." Simon chuckled. "Clearly you are the brains of your outfit." "you don't have to be a jerk you know." jace whined, starting to tug his jeans and undies down and Simon laughed again, "really? YOU of all people giving someone hell for being rude?" Jace paused and gave a sheepish smile. "well when you put it like that.., god.. am I even gonna be able to WALK in that thing?" Jace asked, naked from the waist down and shaved bald down there. "Fuck no. but you'll be able to crawl and get on your knees, which is what i want." Simon said and smirked, showing off his fangs. "...I'm gonna be sucking your dick aren't I?" "Awww who's a clever little baby? you are!" "look i uh.. I don't know if-" "oh don't try and tell me you haven't been slurping on Alec's dick like a greedy cock slut for the past year. just about everyone knows you're his cum dumpster." "W-what!? I am not!" jace squeaked and had a full body blush going on as Simon walked over and swatted his cute cheeks, leaving the shadow hunters buns slightly red. "ah ah ah..No lying." "I-I really don't suck Alec off..he uh.." jace's voice trailed off and looking down at the ground, and poking too fingers together, he finished in a tiny voice. "I..I pay him to fuck me.." "oh? don't you think he'd do it if you asked nicely?" "I..uh.. he said he would for free but I uh..asked if i could.." jace trailed off again as Simon started to laugh. "oh my god, your a total bottom bitch! begging to pay for the privilege of getting that cock.. you know i thought you were just shitting yourself in diapers rto buy booze or whatever.. not degrading yourself in public so you can get that dick!" Simon laughed. "Does alec at least give you a cum dumpster discount?" "D-Depends on his mood...c-can i get put the diaper on and suck you off already and get this over with!?" Jace whined and huffed. "...awfully demanding for a diaper shitting butt slut aren't you? you know..i was gonna make you shit yourself before sucking me off.." "...i'm not going to like where this is heading am I?" "Normally i'd say no..but with what a fucking bottom bitch you are you'll likely be creaming your huggies." Simon said.

the alternative to Jace loading his pampers was worse then he had thought, and after getting onto the opened diaper fag diaper, he'd had to watch as Simon gave himself a mild enema. "you know your fucking disgusting right?" jace whined, on the verge of tears as Simon pulled the tub out of his ass and walked over. "right. i'm gonna listen to someone who bounces up and down in shitty diapers for money to get fucked into submission on whats normal and whats not. though don't think i didn't notice all those silver scars on your ass.. does alec just wreak your hole so much you have to heal or need diapies full time?" Simon asked, squatting over Jace's cock and balls now. "Oh my god will you just shut up and do it already so i can suck your stupid dick and get out of here!?" Jace yelled. "alll right, but you know you just ASKED me to shit on you right?" "All of my fucking hate." "love you too." Simon grunted and as jace looked, tears welling up in his eyes, a thick brown log snaked out of Simon's ass and as the tip of it touched Jace's cock, his cock started to go limp and the tears were flowing. "S-Simon please! stop! I do-" he started to sob and simon just smirked. "Shut up diaper baby. it's going in your diaper or down your throat." Simon said and jace just blubbered. the hot shit coiled around his crotch before it broke off and the smell was horrible, making jace hold his nose. "Awww whats wrong, the stinky baby can't take a REAL MAN'S funk?" Simon teased and bore down, pushing out anther thick log and shifting slightly, making sure this would coat the baby fags balls. the third and forth logs didn't go on baby jac'es cock and balls though, it went right into the diaper so it was squish all over the big babies back side and jace had to give up holding his nose as he needed to suck his thumb and close his eyes to keep from just getting up and trying to bolt. "awww, such a sad widdle diaper boy~ don't worry buddy, Daddy Simon is almost done getting your diapie nice and stinky for you, then you can have a cock baba." simon teased. jace just whimpered. finishing up with his smelly load, Simon grabbed jace's boxers and used them to wipe his ass, giving jace a look that dared him to open his mouth to complain then tossed them in a diaper pail and stepped clear of the dumb baby fag. leaning down simon made a face and waved a hand, then grinned to jace. "whew! no more tacos for me! thats rotten huh buddy?" simon teased and the dumb baby just sucked on his thumb and nodded, then whined loudly as the diaper was taped up. helping jace roll onto his tummy and then get up on his hands and knees, Simon then patted and rubbed the back of the loaded diaper, making baby Jace whimper even more but any and all fight was clearly out of the former big shot. "D-Daddy pwease..cock baba." the stupid little diaper wimp whined. "Awww you wanna show daddy how grateful you are he 's letting you see how it feels to wear real man shit huh?" Simon teased. Knowing what the sadistic vampire wanted him to say, jace whined, then nodded. "yesh daddy. pwease wet stinky jace suck your dicky to say fank ku." he whined and despite how much he hated the load in his diaper, hated simon, hated all of this., jace was getting wood. 'whats wrong with me!?'

Simon took a seat far enough away that jace's knees got a little scraped up crawling over, and the crawling he was forced to do only squished the mess around even more but then he was on his knees and looking at Simon's 6 inchs of fuck meat. it wasn't as big as Alec's (hell, Jaces was sure there were horses who weren't as hung as Alec) but the fact that he was going to suck anther mans dick while wearing his shit just had the poor bottom bitch in total sub mode and he leaned forward and planted a big sloppy kiss on the cock head as Simon moaned. Opening his mouth he took the vamp cock in slowly, worried about gagging till the whole thing was in his mouth, going down his touge and he had a nose full of musky pubes. the taste..wasn't so bad as as jace pulled his head back, trailing his touge and making Simon moan he almost, maybe kinda, found himself loving the taste. Pushing back down a little more eagerly the blond bitch started to bob his head up and down the fuck meat with eagerness and Simon reached down and ruffled jace's hair. "Fuck..fuck..good boy Jace. I knew you'd love this.. just a little fucking diaper fag.. Fuck..I'm gonna have you in diapers 24/7..just a total fucking diaper bitch for my amusement." Simon was groaning and jace in his horned up state moaned around the vamp cock. "Fucking knew you'd like that..Not gonna out you to your widdle friends but you're gonna be my little diaper bitch from now on..Mine. and you're not healing your ass next time Alec breeds you either..i want you helplessly shitting yourself while hunting demons." Simon was panting now, regretting the fact that he had edged all day to the thought of what he was going to do to jace and knew he couldn't last too much longer. "Gonna fucking dress you like a toddler and take you to the park in the day. let all the kids see you in your t-thick massive diapers..L-let them spank you.." Simon added and then noticed that jace was reaching back, mushing the mess around in his poofy diaper while worshiping his new daddies cock. "Ha! knew you'd love my shit! Get ready baby boy, time for you first of MANY loads of daddy milk!" jace pulled back and with just the cock head in his mouth, reached around jerked Simon's cock hard. he didn't know why but he felt like he NEEDED to taste full on all of the vampire boys load and wasn't disappointed as Simon's cock erupted all over his touge, filling his taste buds with the taste of real man cum. as the last few ropes of nut juice fired off, causing some to start to leak out of Jace's nose, the stupid big baby came hard in his poopie diaper and collapsed, whimpering and moaning. Simon smirked and after making sure that jace was fully out, turned his attention over to a corner of the room, where a webcam was set up. "well everyone, thanks for watching! hope you all enjoyed seeing me use this shadow slayer as a diaper bitch cum dumpster and don't forget to like the video and comment on other things you wanna see me do to him. this is daddy v signing off." he said. After all, why should Jace be the only one to make a little cash on the side?

the end..for now.

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The Road Trip Series - Chapter 3

AN: so this chapter is super duper late....but better late than never?

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Chapter 3

“Nino really needed some rest, huh?” Marinette looks over her shoulder at Nino and Adrien, who are both curled up against each other and snoring in the back seat of the car.

“Yeah, he’s had some pretty crazy shifts lately. I barely get to see him awake anymore.” Alya laughs somewhat sadly. “He works late and sleeps late, I leave early and end up asleep before he gets in. You know how it is.”

Alya’s tried not to make a big fuss over Nino’s working hours because she knows that he’s doing a job he loves and excels at. But she will admit that it’s difficult for her to not see him as much as she used to. She misses Wednesday Spaghetti Nights on the sofa watching old horror movies with awful special effects and she misses making pancakes at midnight on Breakfast for Dinner Fridays. She misses going on dates and she misses lazy Sundays just hanging out in pyjamas with hot chocolate.

They’ve have talked about it a couple times and Nino hates their reduced time together as much as Alya does. The difference is that he also loves his job, and Alya is not about to try to tear him away from it just because she misses him. Besides, it’s not like she never sees him, it’s just that she sees him less than she’s used to and –

“Alya, you know it’s okay to miss him, right?” Marinette has been watching Alya chew on her lip and furrow her eyebrows for the last couple minutes. She knows exactly what Alya is thinking. “You don’t need to feel bad about it. Your feelings are what they are, you can’t help it.”

At the back of the car Nino stirs slightly, moving so that his head lolls just above Adrien’s shoulder as his hat falls off his head. Alya looks at him fondly in the rear-view mirror and a small smile creeps onto her face.

“Okay then, Miss Relationship Guru,” Alya smirks at Marinette. “How about we talk about your love life instead of my petty issues? A certain someone has totally got it bad for you!” Alya cackles as she watches Marinette’s face turn beet red in embarrassment.

“Nobody has anything bad for me, Al! Don’t make that kind of stuff up.” Marinette squeaks, sinking into her seat. She’s just glad that Adrien is a heavy sleeper and will (thankfully) hear none of this.

“Come on, Mari. I thought he was meant to be the oblivious one here, not you! The boy has been dropping so many hints and you have thus far failed to see every single one!”

Marinette shakes her head vehemently. Alya’s been saying this for years and trying to convince her that Adrien likes her back. Marinette knows he doesn’t. If he did in fact like her, wouldn’t he attempt to ask her out or at least drop some more obvious hints? God knows she’s been so obvious at times that she might as well wave a massive flag saying ‘hey there, just so you know I am a little bit in love with you so would you please love me back?’ in his face. With sparkles. And all-caps writing. In neon colours. Actually, scratch that. Flashing neon colours.

“I’m not oblivious!”

Alya cocks an eyebrow at her. It’s her ‘are-you-freaking-kidding-me-right-now’ look and Marinette has found herself on the receiving end of said look more and more in the last few years.

“Remember the school trip to London?”

“The one where we lost Juleka and Rose for about three hours and later found them in M&M World?”

“Yeah, that one.” Alya laughs.

It had been an eventful trip, they could say that much at least. Aside from the Juleka and Rose thing, there had also been an incident in Harrods where Chloé got into a fistfight with some rich brat over a pair of Valentino pumps that resulted in her eventually being escorted out of the building, screaming that her father would hear about it. On their third day in London, Adrien was stampeded by crazed fans as the class left the Natural History Museum and then on the fourth day, Max and Kim somehow ended up stranded in Piccadilly Circus while the rest of the class was at the National Portrait Gallery. Needless to say, there had been no abroad trips for the class after that.

“It was such a great trip, right? I love London so much, even if we were stuck with all the tourist trap locations.” Marinette smiles.

“Yeah, and the four-hour Eurostar journey wasn’t too bad either.” Alya shoots Marinette a sly glance.

“I mean, you and Nino sure had a blast. You guys were being so mushy I wanted to gag!” Marinette snorts.

“Oh, and you and Adrien weren’t being equally as mushy?” Alya retorts. Marinette flushes.

“We weren’t being mushy, we were never a couple! And the only reason we were sat together is because a certain couple couldn’t bear to be apart for four measly hours and it was a toss-up between me and Chloé!” Marinette pulls a face at Alya and slumps down in her seat.

Alya rolls her eyes. If she remembers correctly, she and Nino had video footage of Marinette and Adrien tangled up together and snoring. Of course, neither of them has ever seen this footage because she’s keeping it a secret until their wedding.

“Believe what you will, Mari, but my boyfriend knows his husband very, very well and, from what we saw, Model Boy’s intentions were a little more than just platonic, if you catch my drift.”

Marinette groans and leans her head against the cool glass of the window. Over the years there were a couple moments in which she’d let herself indulge in the idea that the attraction was mutual. The Eurostar trip was one of them. Adrien had all but dragged Marinette into the seat beside him and immediately began chatting away as if it were no big deal.

One hour into the journey he decides that he has to take as many pictures together as possible with as many stupid faces as possible, claiming that he rarely gets to do things like this and he needs to document it. He almost sounds like Alya. He saves every single one, even, much to Marinette’s horror, the photos in which she looks like a complete and utter idiot. Of course, he looks great in Every. Single. Damn. Photo. (Marinette’s theory to this day is that a life of modelling has made him permanently photogenic and there will never ever be a bad photo taken of him.)

Two hours into the trip, he gets up to go stretch his legs.

“I don’t think you get it, Mari, I’m too tall for these seats. My legs need freedom. We didn’t have, like, a million revolutions and behead the king just for me to endure this kind of oppression!”

“Are you calling me short?” That’s all she could think to say because holy-nickname-Batman he has just called her Mari. This is the first time he has ever in the history of their friendship called her that and Marinette is having a minor breakdown.

“Seriously? That’s your concern?”

“I’ll have you know that I am 5’6” and I am not short.”

“Mari, you’re 5’5”.” Crap, he did it again.

“Shut up, I’m still above average.”

“Only by an inch though.”

“I thought you were going to stretch your legs, you freakishly tall person?”

“Mari, I am a very average height. If you think I’m freakishly tall then you kinda just proved me right.” This marks three times in one conversation. Perhaps you could call it overkill, but Marinette doesn’t care.

With that, he flashes her a grin and saunters (he’s such a model) down the aisle toward the onboard café.

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta Update 1: I’ve changed ur contact name from Alyyyybuggg to Al dente pasta Update 2: there’s a toddler behind me who keeps kicking my seat

From: Al dente pasta To: Mariiiiibuggg Al dente pasta? Really? Is this because of the journalism competition? Because I swear if that is a fucking pun about my year’s supply of pasta prize I will kill you. Was this Adrien’s idea? It was totally his idea. Never mind. You are in the clear. I know you love him but I swear to God I will bake his head into a lasagne.

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta u didn’t let me get to update 3 also leave Adrien alone and don’t bake the love of my life into a lasagne

From: Al dente pasta To: Mariiiiibuggg Ooooh what’s update three?

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta Alya. he cALLED ME MARI

From: Al dente pasta To: Mariiiiibuggg WHAAAAATTTTTT GIIIIIRRRRLLLLLLL

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta wait for it THREE TIMES IN ONE cONverSATION

From: Al dente pasta To: Mariiiiibuggg HOLY SHITTTTTT (babe I love you but your grammar is killing me)

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta I DONT CARE ABOUT GRAMMAR ADRIEN CALLED ME MARI THREE TIMES

From: Ninbro To: Maribro dude I’m trying to nap and all I can hear is alya squealing wtf happened

From: Maribro To: Ninbro adrien called me mari three times in one conversation

From: Ninbro To: Maribro shit dude thrice mari-d congratz anyway tell alya to shut up bc she won’t listen to me goodnight

From: Al dente pasta To: Mariiiiibuggg Did Nino just tell you to tell me to shut up?! I’m gonna kill him.

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta let the boy sleeeep

From: Adrien To: Mari Hey, I’m in the queue at the snack bar. You want anything? It’s kind of a long queue so you have time to decide :)

From: Mari To: Adrien oh, um. Idk, depends on how expensive because I’m kind of broke at the moment.

From: Adrien To: Mari Nah, don’t worry about that. I’m paying :)

From: Mari To: Adrien WHAT? NO!

Marinette stares at her phone. He isn’t responding. She stretches up slightly to scan the carriage and spots Alya and Nino a couple seats ahead. She hazards another glance at her phone but still nothing. Hopefully he’s taken her somewhat panicked caps lock texts as a ‘No thanks, I don’t want anything’. Hopefully.

“Right so you didn’t specify so I grabbed you a hot chocolate and this sweet and salty popcorn. Best of both worlds, right?” Adrien throws the bag of popcorn at Marinette and slides into his seat next to her. He places the hot chocolate down on the folding table in front of her and opens the lid of his coffee, adding two sugars. Marinette stares at him.

“What? I know you’re trying to cut down on the caffeine so I figured hot chocolate was a step in the right direction. Unfortunately, I am nowhere as motivated as you and I have no intention of kicking my caffeine intake.” Adrien takes a sip of his coffee before suddenly wincing. “And there go all of my tastebuds…ouch.”

Marinette opens the lid of her cup and blows some of the steam away. “Thanks,” she smiles. “But seriously, how much did this total? Let me pay you back, seriously.” She leans down and begins rummaging around in her bag. Adrien grabs her hands and pulls them away from her bag, completely stunning her into stillness.

“I said I’d pay, and I paid. It’s no big deal, what are friends for, am I right?” He grins. She watches him intently as he eyes his drink cautiously, attempting another sip while simultaneously looking terrified.

From: Mariiiiibuggg To: Al dente pasta you know that stupid cliché about how you fall in love with someone more and more each day? I don’t think it’s stupid anymore. Alya I’m so totally screwed.

Alya still has the screenshot of that last message. She’s saving that for the wedding too. She elbows Marinette in the ribs lightly, telling her to stop looking like a lovesick chihuahua.

Once again, they’ve hit traffic. Alya takes the opportunity to stretch her arms and roll her neck; driving for extended periods of time is not necessarily her favourite thing to do but she’ll sacrifice comfort to let Nino sleep. She would let Marinette drive except Nino has henceforth banned Marinette from the driver’s seat following the Crash of July 19th (which, in Marinette’s opinion was actually not a crash because I only scratched the car slightly, Nino).

“Kinda busy today, isn’t it?” Marinette yawns. She checks her phone. No new messages. No updates. No alerts. “Weren’t we supposed to be halfway there already?”

“That was the original plan. From what I can tell, we are currently an hour and a half behind schedule.” Alya groans. “You know, I had this entire trip planned down to the minute! And now look at us!”

Marinette nods sympathetically. “I know, Al. On the plus side, at least it’s not – ” Thunder cracks in the darkening skies above before Marinette can finish her sentence. “ – raining.” Alya shoots her an ‘are you serious’ look and lets her head drop against the steering wheel with a loud thud, hitting the car horn in the process.

“Shit!” Alya starts up in surprise as Marinette giggles uncontrollably.

The rain starts out as a light drizzle, the droplets scattering across the glass like constellations as it beats softly against the cool windows of the car. The sky turns from a crystal blue to a pale grey as the rainclouds stretch across, moving slowly and heavily. It remains this way for about fifteen minutes before the rain begins to fall harder. It pelts down aggressively, hitting the window panes and rolling down in streams. The gentle patterns formed earlier on the glass blur together until it becomes difficult to see properly.

Alya runs a hand through her hair and turns the window wipers up to a faster setting. As much as she loves the rain, she’d really rather not drive in it; slippery roads tend to make her nervous.

The traffic gradually begins to move again, although at an agonising pace, which both frustrates and relieves Alya. On one hand, she really wishes they could get the hell out of this nightmarish rut in their journey and just make it to Marseille already but, on the other hand, the sluggish speed means that there won’t be any asshole drivers trying to force her to speed up in the freakish downpour. She supposes that, in some ways, the positive cancels out the negative so she’ll just have to make do and be happy for now.

Adrien stirs slightly in the back seat. He groans slightly as he stretches his arms out (he whacks Nino in the face in the process); he’s starting to believe that he is, in fact, too tall to nap comfortably in such a cramped space.

“Are we there yet?” he mumbles groggily as he rubs his eyes.

“Sorry, cupcake, we’ve hit some more traffic.” Alya’s really not sure why she feels the need to christen Adrien with these ridiculous pet names. It’s just become a Thing she does, despite his being over a foot taller than her. The list has only increased over the years and now includes sunshine, buttercup, sweetie, My Son, kitty-cat, jellybean and, Alya’s personal favourite, Mon Petit Cantaloup. Nino has started to use My Son and buttercup, which makes Alya prouder than it should.

“If it makes you feel better, you managed to nap for almost two hours.” Marinette chirps.

“Yeah, you and your husband, who is supposed to be my boyfriend, looked pretty cosy back there.” Alya snorts. “I’ve got to ask, what is your secret? He doesn’t snuggle with me like that anymore.”

“Nino likes to be the little spoon,” Adrien says sagely. “It makes him feel secure.”

“Too bad you’re like three feet tall, Al.”

“Shut up, Mari! You’re only three inches taller than me!”

“Actually, I’m five inches taller than you.”

“Well, I have a foot on both of you so I win.”

The two girls turn to face him and Adrien is certain that if looks could kill, he would be dead twice over. He grins sheepishly in response and rubs the back of his neck. Thankfully, the traffic starts moving and Alya is forced to turn her attention back to the road. Marinette narrows her eyes at him once more before she too turns to face the road.

Adrien can’t be certain but he swears that there is something in the way she looks at him, even when annoyed at him, that surpasses everything. He’s only really started to notice it recently, but for a fleeting moment he is sure of it. Upon reflection, he decides that he is deluding himself. There’s no way. Marinette is just a really good friend. That’s all.

As she turns back to the front of the car, Marinette gulps slightly. There was something strange about the way Adrien has been looking at her recently. Not strange in a bad way, but strange in a new way. His expression seems softer and there’s something different reflected in his eyes. For a second she thinks – no. In her head, she laughs at herself. She’s just projecting her own feelings onto him, she rationalises. He just sees her as a friend. That’s it.

#the road trip series #adrienette #djwifi #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #adrien x marinette #nino x alya

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coffeeandcas · 7 years

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To continue this? Or? It's gonna be super angsty, like Dean-Winchester-has-an-awful-past angsty. WDYT? Destiel AU, obviously.

“Six dollars? For coffee? Is that a joke?”

The girl, pigtailed and snub-nosed, stares at Dean in utter indignation as he holds out her decaf, sugar-free, no-foam monstrosity. It’s got so much fake caramel syrup in it that it barely even qualifies as coffee at this point and it definitely isn't worth six dollars but hey, he doesn't make the rules. Bored, Dean wiggles the paper cup at her.

“Yuh. Don't like it? There's a Starbucks across the road, go get diabetes there, instead.”

Affronted, the girl huffs and puffs at him while she digs in her purse and Dean dumps the coins in the cash register with an extremely fake, ‘Have a great day!’ before leaning back against the sink and rubbing the back of his neck. Outside the sun is shining but it's chilly and autumnal and red-brown leaves skitter and swirl along the sidewalk, carried by a gentle breeze and stopped in their journey by people’s boots and sneakers. It's warm in the coffee shop and he tugs restlessly at the deep V of his black t-shirt, leaving a smear of wet coffee grains on his collarbone. It's a rare moment when the shop is quiet, and he takes in their few customers listlessly. Two girls sit huddled together on their iPhones, giggling at something, wrapped up in scarves and mittens despite the indoor warmth. An Asian kid, Kevin he thinks his name is, is dozing off in front of his laptop and a pile of textbooks in the corner. A couple sit in silence, both staring out of the window with empty cups in front of them, tension pulling into faint lines at their mouths. And a cute guy with short, military-cut hair and pouty lips talks on his phone loudly, laughing as he talks about some woman named Anna. Dean rolls his eyes. One of his many, many pet peeves is hearing someone yack loudly on their cell phones in public. He turns away, washing his hands under too-hot water and wiping down the bar. He had averted his eyes from the father and son sitting near the door, the kid colouring in a picture energetically and the father ruffling his hair with a fond smile. The boy only looked about eight years old. He swallows bitterly and grits his teeth, muttering to himself. Only two hours left of his shift then Ruby will be here to take over from him and he can head home to catch up on Dr Sexy and maybe hit the gym.

The bell at the door signals someone’s arrival and Dean plasters on his usual fake smile, feeling it melt into a small, more natural one as he sees his customers. He even manages to ignore the flurry of leaves that have blown in with them. These two are regulars, coming in together most days, sometimes twice a day if it's cold and blustery like today. They're both blue-eyed and painfully handsome, and today wearing matching blue scarves; one of them is in a slightly ill-fitting tan trench and the other in a long wool thigh-skimming coat with a black beanie covering a shock of dark hair. They're twins, and the most identical twins Dean has ever seen. They're talking intensely about something as they approach the bar, one of them shaking his head and laughing, and their faces split into identical smiles as they see their barista.

“Dean! Hi!”

“Hello, Dean.”

And Dean’s lips incline just a tiny bit, the closest to a genuine smile he ever manages when it comes to customers. Or to most people, really. He doesn't exactly like these two; they just annoy him less than most people. They're… he has no other word for it. They're both sexy. Nice to look at. Some might say intimidating. They seem to walk with the kind of purpose that evades most people, like they're constantly on some sort of heaven-sent mission, and he's forever watching other customers follow them with their eyes whenever they leave with their coffee cups clutched in their hands.

“Hi.” He wipes his hands and tosses the towel. “The usual?”

“For me, yes. Please.” Tan trench-coat smiles at him, pulling a black leather wallet from his pocket. Black beanie is tapping his teeth wth a manicured fingernail and looking up at the board behind Dean’s head.

“You've got plenty of new drinks. Pumpkin spice season is always my favourite. Is there anything you recommend?”

“No. Are these to go?”

“I'm so glad I asked, thank you for your expertise.” Black beanie grins at him, displaying a row of flashing white teeth, and trench-coat elbows him.

“Jimmy, be nice. And choose your own drink. Yes please, Dean, both to go.”

He knows they're called Cas and Jimmy, and he knows they own Novak & Novak, an art gallery a block away, but he can never work out which twin is which. Normally he has to wait for one to say the other’s name, because firstly it feels rude to ask but secondly, he doesn't really care. They're Cas and Jimmy. Why should it matter to him which one is which?

“Fine, I'll have… a vanilla brûlée latte with foam and extra whip please, Dean-o. And a slice of carrot cake, or whatever that is.”

Jimmy smiles at him again and Dean’s teeth ache from the amount of sugar in the drink the man is requesting. Around Jimmy’s neck is slung a camera, a white and tan Olympus with matching strap, which he has to push aside to find his wallet in his pocket. Cas elbows him before he can pull it out.

“My treat. Your turn tomorrow. And what about you, Dean?” Cas’ smile is more reserved, almost shy, but his blue eyes twinkle as he turns back to the bar. Nonplussed, Dean just stares at him.

“What about me?”

“Can I buy you something? You look like you've had a long day.”

“Oh, gee, thanks pal.” Dean rings up their order, irritably. He hates being told he looks like shit. “Way to make a guy feel good about himself. And no. I don't want a coffee. I get them for free anyway.”

“Oh. Right. I…” Cas has gone pink all the way to the tips of his ears. Jimmy is staring at the floor, a lock of dark hair curling onto his forehead, and he looks like he's got his lips clamped tightly together to suppress a laugh. Or a giggle. Jimmy Novak looks like the type to giggle. “I apologise, Dean. I didn't mean to offend you-”

“Whatever.” He hands Cas his change and turns away. “Your drinks will be ready soon, gimme five.”

“Alright.” One of the twins responds, then Dean is sure he can hear whispering over his shoulder. Or hissing, more like. One twin berating the other about something. Their voices sound so alike he can't tell who's speaking, and he doesn't really give a shit anyway. He's used to being talked about. People have been talking behind his back ever since his thirteenth birthday, he's grown a thick enough skin that it doesn't bother him any more. He doesn't care what they're saying.

He slides Cas’ extra-shot latte across the bar to him, frowning when the other man offers a shy smile. Cas is possibly, maybe, potentially the more attractive of the two, at least in Dean’s eyes. He's got to know the twins a little since they moved to Vancouver last year, after Jimmy almost fell into the coffee shop with an exaggerated gasp about his need for caffeine, and in that time he's noticed a few subtle nuances about the men that make them different. They're so subtle, however, that most of the time he still can't tell them apart at a first glance. Jimmy is the more talkative of the two, and seems the more energetic. Cas is shyer and more studious, and has a few more fine lines at the corners of his eyes than his brother, lines which Dean notices now as he looks at him and immediately feels irritated with himself. Why has he even noticed? Stupid of him. Cas must be at least a decade older than him. Eight years, maybe.

He finishes Jimmy’s drink and hands it over, turning away abruptly before either of them can attempt a conversation with him. He isn't interested. He's tired, crankier than usual, and just wants to be left alone. Honestly, he feels like Shrek half the time, wanting to be left in peace in his own solitary life. But, annoyingly, people do keep insisting on talking to him.

“Well, bye Dean-o.” The nickname grates on him. Jimmy sips his drink thoughtfully then nods, apparently satisfied. “See you tomorrow, I'm sure!”

“I'm already looking forward to it!” Dean matches Jimmy’s cheerful tone with unconcealed sarcasm and both twins bark out identical laughs. Jimmy gives him a two-fingered wave and saunters off, fussing with his camera, while Cas lingers.

“Did you forget something?” Dean asks, blunt as ever, and Cas turns his blue eyes on him, eyes as clear as the ocean and for a split-second Dean is captivated. Then he coughs and looks away awkwardly.

“No. I just wondered… I just thought…”

Cas is tracing a swirl in the rustic oak bar top with a finger and Dean follows its path. Cas has nice hands, objectively. If he were interested in peoples hands, or in Cas, he would say they were nice. Strong. Artistic, if the dents in his knuckles are anything to go by. They look like they would be nice to hold, his fingertips smooth and his palms soft, nails short and well-kept but not groomed like Jimmy’s. Dean would think those things if, you know, he was interested in Cas at all. Which he isn't.

“If maybe you, uh,” Cas falters and stops and Dean has to resist drumming his fingers on the bar. The bell at the door rings again and a small gaggle of teenage girls come in, jostling each other out of their way as they approach, all clutching their phones and with a little too much make-up on for Dean’s tastes. Cas, oddly, goes beet red and seems to think better of whatever he was about to say.

“See you, Dean.”

“Uh, OK, bye…” He scowls, watching Cas walk away to join his brother by the door then they both leave in another flurry of leaves. The hell was that about? “Weirdo,” He mutters under his death then turns to the teenagers with his fake-happy smile plastered on his face.

“What can I get for you guys?”

#Destiel #destiel fic #destiel fanfiction

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kv-r18-fics · 7 years

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This one came from a list of nsfw writing prompt ideas. Actually, a good amount of the sin stories were inspired by some prompts. I'll let you know which ones when they are posted. The list had too many silly ones and some good ones, this was the prompt used....and decided to make them both be mischievous >w>

enjoy the shame title tags, they're the actual file names XD

Tease Sin Sometimes Zack is too stubborn for his own good, Ray decides to get her point across in a unique way.

Dawn broke for another day to begin, both Isaac and Rachel were peacefully sleeping in their bed until the light of the sun peeked through the window. The first to wake was Ray, she was often the first to wake up, while Zack was the heavier sleeper, he could sleep through an earthquake for all they knew.

It was a weekend, and normally it was a time for the two of them to do a small bit of chores to keep their home straightened and tidy. Ray recalled how Zack used to keep his old living space, and she was the one that had to teach him how to live a little neater. Isaac still didn’t want to be bothered about it, but he did offer to be the muscle, or even step in when Ray’s short height couldn’t reach anything. It was going to be another one of those days where those services were needed, he just needed to wake up first.

“Good morning, Zack. It’s time to wake up,” Ray softly beckoned.

No response, he was still out.

She tried a faint nudge, but his will to sleep was iron clad. Scratch an earthquake, Zack could sleep through the damn apocalypse.

Sometimes Zack was too stubborn for his own good, Ray huffed to herself as she tried to nudge a little harder, but the only reaction she got was him rolling over to get more comfortable. Alright, that did it, she was going to get back at Zack for his laziness. Rachel wasn’t sure how though, she knew that to get a message across, she did have to deny him of something, and the last things she denied were things that sated his sugar tooth. Pretty sure it wouldn’t bother him now, maybe something a little more drastic, what else did he crave more than anything.

Touch, that was it. Zack loved getting affection and giving it, even if it was tender or steamy. If Ray was around, he was sure to keep her close to his body, and touch her with everything he had just to feel her warmth. She had to deny him of that, just for a moment.

If Zack was dead to the world, then he probably won’t even notice her mischievous antics. Ray gently pulled back some of the blankets covering Zack, and made sure he was still snoozing by listening to his light snores and heavy breaths. Luckily for her, he was sleeping in only his boxers, and only wrapped his arms so he could ‘take care of the rest later’. Typical Zack, he was like a lazy cat sometimes.

Rachel gently kissed his cheek to start, then softly began to direct her kiss elsewhere, Ray’s aim was to get him to react in his sleep, and not to wake up…yet.

Her supple lips trailed to her love’s neck, his collarbone, his scarred chest, abs, and navel. Ray wasn’t going to stop there, she was going to make damn sure that he was going to get one hell of an awakening. Her fingers gently caressed Zack’s firm muscles, feeling at the combination of natural skin and his burns, then tenderly outlined every scar she grazed, just how Zack liked it. Rachel gently tugged down a little of Isaac’s boxers to free some of his waist, she could see the small trail of stubble that lined from his lower stomach to his waist, possibly the only small bits of body hair he had. Ray let her fingers run against the short stalks of hair to give Zack’s body signals that something was about to happen below the belt, and felt the man flinch slightly under her touch – so far, so good.

Soon, Ray began to tenderly kiss at his hips, taking her sweet time in that area, giving it sweet pecks or even feeling at his skin with just her lips alone.

Now she heard a groan, it wasn’t one that signaled Zack waking up, but rather an aroused groan. Her plan was working, and continued her assault of kisses at his hips. It was only a short matter of time before she heard a soft moan, and her ‘work area’ was getting a little cramped. Rachel saw the obvious hard-on growing in Zack’s boxers, and knew it was something Zack was not going to ignore.

She could let it persist until Isaac finally woke up, or she could up the ante to really get back at him, and, in this rare moment of deviousness, she chose the latter.

Rachel carefully unbuttoned the slit on Zack’s boxers, she had to peek up at him a couple of times to make sure he was still out cold, she noticed a flushed look on his face, but no signs of waking up. She had trapped him in a lewd dream maybe – perfect. She carefully pulled out Zack’s erection from the unbuttoned opening, and felt a swarm of her own desires flood her mind.

She had to shake it off, this was mischievous payback, not entirely for pleasure.

Rachel held onto Zack’s member with a slight snug grip, and proceeded to give him a few tender strokes. She heard Zack mumble a couple words in his sleep as he instinctively spread out his legs. Perhaps he was saying lewd things to her dream self. All the better to keep him distracted. Just simple strokes weren’t going to be it, after all, it was another part of him to kiss too. Ray dipped her head down as she trailed her kisses from the shaft of Zack’s cock and upwards to the head.

Zack’s hips quickly bucked up a little the moment her lips touched that area, he was definitely sensitive there, all the better to play with. One of Rachel’s hands held Zack’s hip firm to prevent him from bucking again, while the other grasped Zack’s length and keep it in place for what she was going to do next. Rachel kissed at it a couple more times before decided to slowly drag her tongue against Zack’s sensitive appendage.

Maybe a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt, Rachel trailed her tongue along the head a little more before allowing herself to slide her mouth over it, giving him a few good hums and suckles to further please his sleeping body.

Payback, not pleasure. She had to keep reminding herself. It was damn hard to hold herself back.

Isaac couldn’t stay asleep anymore, he felt hot and bothered, and it left him with too much discomfort to sleep. Zack opened his eyes to see Ray standing by the doorway, but also blankets bunched by his knees. Something else as well, he had a large, pulsing erection out in the open for the both of them to see. Zack’s face burned as he quickly sat up, both confused and embarrassed.

“W-what the fuck?!”

There had been episodes of ‘morning wood’, but Zack had this feeling that things were very different. Ray appeared too innocent, and she stood by the door like she was going to escape something. Zack may not be the brightest bulb on the tree, but he could sense when something was up.

“…Ray…did you do this?”

She couldn’t lie, but didn’t exactly want to tell the truth either.

“I could’ve, in whatever dream you had,” she replied with a clever grin.

She…wasn’t wrong…he kind of was having one of those dreams, but it didn’t get to the really good bits when the discomfort set in – only some.

“…You did do this…” Zack growled.

“You should’ve woken up, Zack,” Ray spoke, “I got chores to do. I’m sure you have the same as well now.”

“…What are you saying?”

“That I’m out of here, the house needs cleaning,” Ray quickly replied.

That put Zack in a bit of panic. Here he was with an aching boner - obviously Ray’s doing, and she was going to leave him like that.

“What? No fucking way, you can’t leave me like this! You made me like this!” Zack protested, “Seriously, don’t be god damn heartless! What am I supposed to do?”

“Looks like you’ll need to handle it yourself,” Ray spoke in a songful note, “I’ll be back in a few.”

Zack’s face was beet red, this pissed him off so much, but god damn, he craved her touch so damn badly, and his body was aching for more. Sure, he could just simply masturbate to rid one problem, then teach Ray one hell of a lesson, but that would just mean that she had won. He wasn’t going to let her win, how dare she rile him up, then simply leave him both confused and horny.

Oh, Ray was going to get it.

Rachel was able to get a good portion of the housework done, of course, the harder stuff did require Zack’s assistance, but she would settle that for another time tomorrow. She did feel a little bad to leave Isaac in his current state, just a little, maybe he had forgotten that today was their busy day. Then again, he was always forgetful. Waking him up was a chore itself, it was a 50/50 percent chance of him waking up or getting comfortable, well, hopefully this event turned it to 75/25 percent.

She should check up on him though, maybe Zack had relieved himself already. After all, she did drive his body wild with some minor self-indulgence. Rachel made sure to do a couple more last-minute things before returning to their bedroom and face her inevitable consequence.

With a slow turn of the knob, Ray slowly peeked her head in the room, she expected to be grabbed and tossed onto the bed. There had been moments where Zack was overcome by pure lust and would go straight to the point, but Zack was nowhere to be seen.

She assumed that maybe Isaac was in the bathroom, taking care of the problem, which was rare, she probably only seen him play with himself a couple of times, but she was mostly at fault for that. Ray seemed to cast this erotic spell on him when they got in the mood.

The blankets were thrown all over the place, like Zack just tossed them in sexual frustration, that could be a sign he got up to excuse himself, she may as well tidy that up too while he was occupying himself and apologize later. Rachel stepped into the room as she reached down the pick up the blanket, but her instinct told her that maybe the room wasn’t empty after all. Zack had been waiting in ambush the whole time, just on the other side of the door, and swiftly slammed his hand down on it to quickly shut away her chance of escape.

He was dead silent, but he had this familiar look in his eyes, it wasn’t crazed, but it was the look like he wanted to tear someone apart. Ray could swear, she could see his eyes glow through the natural dimness of the room, like a predator that just caught sight of some prey.

“You scared me, I thought you were in the bathroom,” Ray spoke, “…I um…wanted to apologize for earlier…”

Zack was a deathly quiet as he slowly walked up to her, he was bare with an aching hard-on from Ray’s earlier actions, and was going to find some relief for it one way or another.

“It was pretty awful of me to…leave you like that,” Ray rambled.

“Stop talking,” Zack growled, as he inched closer.

Soon, Ray was backed against the bedroom wall, then felt both hands swiftly slam against it to trap her in front of him. Clearly, Zack’s strength was unrestrained because of the adrenaline coursing through him due to his arousal, as he had now left two craters into the dry wall underneath his hands.

“You know how much I hate when you fucking tease me like that Ray…and you know how I get…” Zack growled again, “fuck, looking at you right now makes me want to lose all control.”

Ray could see Zack grit his teeth from frustration, but he was almost drooling the more he gazed at her. He wanted her badly.

The bandages on his arms were also hastily ripped off, maybe he did try and take care of his problem earlier, but couldn’t finish. It’s just not the same. Who knows.

“…I’m here now Zack…and I want to make up for it,” Ray softly spoke.

Without hesitation, Zack quickly dove down to claim her lips, Ray had little time to think as she felt Zack invade her mouth to deepen it and get himself drunk off her taste. Before Ray could recover, Isaac grabbed at the bottom of her shirt and swiftly pulled it up, exposing her supple breasts. Zack had this devilish grin on his face as he towered over her, his other hand quickly grabbed hers and pinned them to the wall - hell, he needed only one to keep them firmly in place.

Rachel was expecting this, after all, her token of apology was going to be tender make-up sex, but she should’ve expected him to be in a lust frenzy as well.

The shirt she wore was one of his, it always turned him on when she wore his clothes, and could even smell the mix of their scents together in the fabric. Zack shuddered as he dove down to sink his teeth into her, he lightly bit onto Ray’s collarbone, then dragged his tongue against it, making damn sure he was staking his claim on her body for all to see. Her breasts were next, he let the bottom of the shirt fall onto him to free his hand and let his fingers play with Ray’s body. Because of this, Rachel couldn’t see him, her arms were pinned to keep her from wanting to slip the clothing off, but she could feel everything Zack was doing to her.

Isaac’s hand played with one of her nipples, while Zack dragged his tongue on the other, he would even pause for a little bit of suckling to increase the sensation for her. Ray whimpered as her body began to warm up, mostly down below, and she squirmed slightly with her legs crossed. Zack quickly brought his knee up to part her legs, he was making damn sure that he was the one in control, not after having to deal with her teasing him and leaving him to his own devices.

“Doesn’t feel good to be fucking hot and bothered, now is it?” Zack said as he pulled back with his devious grin.

“Mmh, I…I said I was going to make it up to you…” Ray whimpered.

“Nah, getting down right away isn’t gonna cut it. Ya’ left me with fucking blue balls, Ray. That shit is more torturous than a god damn electric chair,” Zack replied, “It’s only fair that I return the favor…”

How Zack was capable of making her feel, she could imagine how bad it would be if he kept denying her that amazing pleasure he would give her. No wonder he was mad. She had just done the same thing to him.

“Zack…I won’t do it again…”

“I know you won’t…after I’m done with you,” Zack said with an aroused growl, then leaned to her ear, “I’m gonna make fucking sure that you’ll be the first one to give in. I’ll never stop until you’re screaming my name...got it?”

Rachel had more willpower than Zack, but from how he spoke, it sounded like he was the victor already.

The game was on.

Zack leaned down to claim her lips yet again, but he felt Rachel take the offense by deepening it before he could, so she was going to try and make him crack too. Shit, this was going to be tougher than he thought, he lightly tugged at her bottom lip while his hands made their journey downward. Rachel felt her arms get freed and wrapped an arm around Zack while her other hand ran through his black hair.

Zack’s hand snaked up the lower half of the shirt to caress Rachel’s waist, even gently pick her leg up to make her think he was feeling at her skin. She got goosebumps from Zack’s fingertips grazing her skin, but she didn’t know that Zack did it for other motives. His other hand snaked into her underwear and quickly dove between her legs, this made Rachel squirm as she breathed out a startled gasp.

She mustn’t cave, no matter how good it felt. Ray’s body wanted to give in as her back arched against her will from the strokes of his fingers, she refused to utter any pleas by distrusting her mouth with Zack’s neck, kissing his skin and riling him up further by tracing his scars with her tongue, something she’s never done before.

“Fuck,” Zack groaned under his breath. Clearly, this action was favorable to him.

His member ached unbearably to tell him to end this stubbornness now and just pounce on her, but he needed to give her some sort of payback. Zack had to summon what willpower he had to press on. He growled under his breath as he slipped his fingers out, then grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. If there was one way to make Ray vocal, Zack knew exactly what it was. He licked his lips hungrily as he slid his fingers into Ray’s panties and pulled them off, tossing them across the room without a single thought.

Ray felt Zack part her legs as he got onto his knees, he wasted no time to bring his mouth between her legs and let his tongue have at her. Ray’s taste drove him wild, and he knew Ray caved easily when he pleasured her like this.

No fair, he had her at her weakness, Ray covered her mouth as he let slip muffled moans into her hand. Her first reaction was the grab at Zack’s hair, but he was covered by the shirt she was wearing, she couldn’t see the actions he was performing on her, but she felt it. The inability to see what he was doing seemed to heighten that sensation, which caused her to throw her head back, especially when he found that one sensitive area. With a few hard sucks and the flick of his tongue, he had her trembling, but when he felt the shirt be lifted off his head, he abruptly stopped.

Now she was getting frustrated, she felt like her body was burning from the sexual desire coursing through her, but Zack was denying her the full pleasure. Zack seemed to be enjoying himself, he was internally laughing to himself when he heard her upset moans and huffs, but when Zack dived back down to hear the pleased ones, it did drive him to bring his hand down and lightly play with himself. He wouldn’t call it cracking under the pressure, more like giving himself a little temporary relief to keep going. Isaac was going to win this passionate argument.

Okay, she internally admitted that teasing was not a pleasant experience, it did heighten her sensitivity, but damn did it agitate her to be left hanging when that big finish was just around the corner and the work had to be done all over again. It was an unbearable ache that needed to be relieved, her body burned and throbbed from Zack’s touches, and he was holding onto his word to tease her until she begged for him to stop.

Soon, Zack pulled himself back, he remained silent as he wiped his lips, and stood up to watch Ray try to catch her breath. He swiftly slipped Ray’s shirt off, leaving her just as bare as him, then his hands tenderly caressed her body, from her hips to her breasts, even stopping to take his time with her soft mounds. Ray watched as Isaac approached her open thighs, then felt his hands slide back down, like he was getting into position to make love to her.

Did he crack?

Zack had this tranced look on his face as he ran his fingers up and down Ray’s inner thigh, while his other hand reached to grab at his cock, like he was ready to enter her. At this point, she didn’t care who won, she just wanted to feel Zack inside of her and bring them both to their much-needed end.

That was the whole gist, anyway.

Instead, he lightly pressed his member against her, bringing his hips for a slow and sensual grind, all for her to see. That’s why he took the shirt off. Just watching him this dangerously close against her, but not give her his full heat could make her go insane. Ray bucked her hips upward in frustration, even groaning in the back of her throat, her body was screaming at her to take the man.

“Zack!” she shouts.

Was this it?

He refused to stop, even grasping his length to let the head rub against the most sensitive part of her womanhood.

“Zack, I can’t take it!” she shouts.

He kept going.

“Isaac, please!” Ray pleads, “…you win! I can’t do it anymore…just…please, do it already!”

Zack smirked to himself, he felt sweat trickling down his temple, he was just seconds away from cracking himself, but thank god for that last bit of endurance. He’s won, now he was going to claim his prize.

Or so he thought, the moment he pulled away from her, Rachel quickly leaned up to grab the man, then pushed him onto the bed. Her sudden burst of strength surprised Zack, he may have won the battle, but it seems Ray was winning the war.

Rachel brought herself to the man’s lap, but she faced her back against him, clearly, she was still frustrated with him at going so far with the teasing. There was no time to let him argue as well, Ray hovered her hips over Zack’s and slid herself down onto him, feeling his heat enter her. Ray internally thanked herself for taking the pill during her time with chores, because neither of them had the patience right now to treasure hunt their dresser for condoms.

Isaac uttered a heavy breath as he felt Ray’s body envelop his, he wanted to turn her around, but already she grasped at his legs and began to motion herself on top of him. There were rare moments where Zack had let Ray ride on his hips, but never had he been ridden on out of pure sexual frustration. Sure, it felt great to have Ray going down on him, but he also felt frustrated that Ray wasn’t looking at him, and he couldn’t watch her enjoying his body.

Ray uttered moans here and there, with Zack’s echoing behind her, but she also let out groans of aggravation, like she was desperate to reach her end right now after being denied time and time again. Zack wasn’t going to keep watching her back, he was going to do something about it, he leaned up and snuck his hands around her, letting one hand play with Rachel’s breast, while the other slid to her thighs. Ray was startled at first until Zack’s fingers went at play as he laid a trail of butterfly kisses on her neck, different spots on her body was being pleasured all the while she continued to slide up and down on him.

“Zack…stop…I won’t be able to move,” she whimpered.

His fingers lightly stroked her heat, rendering her legs too weak to continue the pace. Now, it was his turn to regain control, he quickly rolled themselves on the bed, Ray was on her hands and knees with Zack snugly against her body. His fingers continued as they pleased, while his hips began to finish the job for her, and at a quicker speed.

“Zack…”

Sweat was trickling down Isaac’s back as he breathed a soft moan in Rachel’s ear, both of their bodies were throbbing nonstop from their episode of teasing, and the sensation of their climax was within their grasp. Zack removed his fingers for a second to grasp at Ray’s legs and sped up the pace without warning, Rachel buried herself in the sheets as her moans grew longer. The quick friction felt amazing, on top of that, Zack was getting all of her sweet spots, while her body grasped him favorably in return.

Possibly for the first time, the two felt that intoxicating euphoria overtake them, Rachel’s moans grow louder and more frequent, while Zack shouted out his lover’s name. Ray’s body was trembling as she felt Zack pulse inside her, followed by a strange warmth filling her up with each slowing thrust. Her own legs felt incredibly numb from the pleasure that consumed her, she had no strength left to move as she stayed there to catch her breath, and felt her lover eventually dismount her.

They both collapsed onto the bed, both hot and sweaty, but mostly satisfied. Rachel pulled herself up to Zack to kiss at his neck and cheek.

“Mmh, I thought you were mad at me,” Zack mumbled between pants.

“Not anymore…not after that,” Ray replied.

“I’m the one who still be mad though,” Zack huffed.

“I know, and I promise I won’t do it again,” Ray spoke as she leaned to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

Zack didn’t know whether or not to believe her, but he couldn’t stay mad. Lovemaking in general seemed to help vent out both of their frustrations, and damn was it passionate. He brought a hand up to gently cradle Ray’s face as he turned the kiss more tender.

“…I’ll get up from bed next time…” he whispered.

Ray softly smiled with a faint giggle, looks like her point came across after all.

#fanfic sin #what am i doing with my life i'm burning in zackray hell

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Four

After my mother was taken, Granda edged toward madness. He refused to abandon his precious gardens. He continued to tend the herbs and orchard as though the estate had not overnight become both crypt and charnel house, as though the snow drifts, at mid winter, were not now up around our ears.

We were safe enough, I suppose. The people in the surrounding villages left the land alone, fearing either haunts or the taint of the king's disapproval.

That first winter, we grew hungry very quickly. The chickens in the small coop kept our bellies full for a hand's count of weeks, but they diminished steadily. I was still very young and Granda was in a state of black shock or fierce denial; he did not think to remind me not to slaughter the hens and soon we were out of eggs as well as meat.

We slept in the greenhouse beneath looming fronds, watched over by odd specimens of orchid and rose. The great house waited in silence, uninhabitable, mostly burned and become a morgue for those few the king's men had not forcibly enlisted.

Finally our hunger became so great that I braved the building, searching for small treasures to steal and sell. It was a mostly futile task. Very little of any worth had been left behind. Snow had snuck in through broken windows and doors, soaking furniture and ruining the tall damask curtains.

I dragged the ornate rugs through the front door and spread them as best I could about the green house, hoping they would dry clean.

In the scullery I found food in the form of yams and potatoes, smoked meat and canned beets. I also found Her Ladyship's ancient footman, sprawled face down on the packed dirt floor, arms spread like a bird in failed flight. There was no blood; his neck had been neatly broken. The cold had kept the pests away, mostly. But his eyes had run and his mouth gaped wide, white tongue desiccated.

I sat on my heels and watched him for a long time. I do not remember feeling sick or frightened. I do remember wondering if I would find my mother in a similar position, perhaps in an upstairs sewing room. For what use would the king put a delicate, flighty thing like our Rose?

I rifled the footman's pouch and discovered a few missed coins. After a moment of thought I stripped him of his coat and shoes, knowing they would bring a price at a cobbler's, so long as I was circumspect about their origins.

I took the shoes and the coin and as much food as I could bundle into the footman's coat, and left the house. I would not go back, after that, no matter how my Granda insisted. I did not want to find my mother, bones broken, mouth open to the world.

I sold the rugs to a gypsy three towns over, at a short price for their blackened edges. Even so, we inevitably grew hungry again and spring seemed very far away. Granda began to lose his teeth and my hair started to fall out in clumps.

Halfway through winter, the scent of smoke and fear still lingering in my nostrils, I went down the hill to the village called Derby in search of employment.

*****

Shaara relieved the drunken squire of his coin purse. The squire snorted and sighed and rolled over in the hall, but did not bother to wake up and defend his belongings.

Unhurried, Bliss's apprentice leaned against the wall between looming mirrors and carefully counted his treasure: four silver pennies and one slip of paper money. Not a bad find, all in all. And, as the squire was Shaara's fifth tag, the riches were pleasantly piling up.

Shaara pocketed the money, dropped the purse back onto the lad's chest, and walked on. He remembered similar parties from long ago. He remembered the scent of sugar and drink and wine and sex and vomit. In the south, they tried to cover the whole mess with pungent sandalwood incense. In the south, they were very sensitive about their noses, and always terrified of offending their gods.

Shaara grinned. He didn't believe in gods, not he. But if he did, he doubted the almighty spirits would have much interest in the reek of good mortal celebration gone on too long.

Dawn had come and the entire house was sodden or asleep, easy pickings. Shaara was mostly sure the old celebrations across the border had ended in much the same way. He was also mostly sure Bliss would have never sent him off to steal from a Southern host and his guests.

Then again, Shaara thought, pausing to adjust a dangerously crooked mirror, he had been a child then and maybe he just didn't recall clearly.

The door to Lady Alyce's dressing room was tightly locked. Shaara pulled a hammered copper wire from his belt and sprung the latch. He held his breath, said a small prayer to the gods he didn't believe in, then stepped over the threshold.

The room was, happily, empty.

He supposed Her Ladyship's maids had long gone to bed and, if luck were smiling, Bliss would keep Lady Alyce herself well entertained.

Shaara stood in the center of the carpet, exactly where Bliss had stood hours earlier, and turned slowly in place. The wall space was overly populated with chests and hooks and the occasional dress dummy. Fabric hung in swathes from the hooks and over the chests, pooling on the floor.

Shaara supposed it was a typical landed woman's fitting room. He eyed the tangle of jeweled neclacess tossed across the back of Lady Alyce's chair but left them. Bliss had been very explicit. Take only what would not be missed.

A spindled writing desk sat under a narrow window. Shaara crouched in the thin, dawning light and dug through top drawers. Nothing there but carefully flattened sheaves of vellum: correspondence, all personal and in a lady's hand, if Shaara was any judge.

He hesitated and then set the vellum aside.

Beneath the letters he found a small map of the southern coast, nicely drawn, beautiful in pen and ink and vibrant color. Shaara set the map aside as well. Pretty it was, but no merchant would pay good coin for possible treason. Besides, Maurice knew the lands across the border better than any other man living.

"Assuming Bliss doesn't duck out at the last minute," Shaara muttered to the room at large. He ignored the small voice in the back of his head when it whispered that perhaps it would be that much better if she did refuse to cross south.

The writing desk’s final drawer rattled as Shaara tugged it open. Inside it was deep and narrow, and so full of shadow that at first Shaara could not quite make out the details of its contents. He dipped his hand into the depths and discovered that the rattle belonged to a collection of small, smooth, rounded pieces of -

"Shell?" Shaara wondered aloud. He lifted a handful into the light.

Oyster shells, or clams. Buffed seamless and then painted over with small, carefully detailed portraits.

Baffled, Shaara let the first batch slide to the floor and reached into the drawer for more. Surely there were twenty of the delicate things, maybe twice twenty. In groups Shaara pulled them free and laid them out. Female faces, all of them; each young and ranging from ugly as a mule to groin-stirring beauty.

Shaara sat on his knees and spread his hands above the collection, hesitating. He had never seen the like before and he would bet all six of his precious juggling spheres the lovely little things were worth a good chunk of coin.

"Take them, man. For Horrid's sake, take them away."

Shaara jumped and whirled. The fellow standing in the doorway only shook his head.

"How many are there? More than you have time to count. More than I have heart to count. More than one life is worth."

Shaara wished he had convinced Bliss to let him bring his knife after all. But a peasant caught with steel on a landed estate was a dead man and the fellow in the doorway swayed where he stood, belching lightly. So perhaps Shaara was not about to lose a hand for thievery right this moment.

"What are they?"

"Dashed hopes, all of them." The man loped awkwardly into the room and bent to finger a piece of patterned cloth. "Desperation. The hook that bloodies my gills."

The fellow did look a trifle fish faced. Shaara wondered if he would puke on Alyce’s carpet. Then he decided he would rather not wait to find out and began edging toward the door.

"Take them, I said." The man dropped the cloth he had been examining. He pierced Shaara with a bright and surprisingly sober eye. “Good riddance."

Shaara put on his best boyish smile and pretended confusion. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, milord. My mistress -"

"Bliss," the man interrupted. "Needs to see them for her self. And so she would have, if she'd bothered to show her guileful face about this morning as I'd requested."

Shaara darted a glance at the man's ringed hand and swallowed. "Lord Tamner."

"Since the day my father left his blood all over the Geen Hill sward. For king and for title." Tamner sounded pleasant but the sudden appearance of a pistol in his right hand belied his mild expression.

"Wrap them in your cloak and take them to your mistress. Do not let Lady Alyce see you've found her treasure. And get out of my house, the lot of you, heroes of Green Hill be damned."

Shaara unfastened his cloak and began scraping shell onto it with shaking hands. He kept his head down, not daring to peek back over his shoulder, but he could hear Tamner's harsh breathing. He imagined he could feel the eye of the pistol between his shoulder blades. Shaara might not be carrying steel, but a titled lord needed no excuse to murder any soul he wished under his own roof.

For all their apparent delicacy, not a single seashell cracked or chipped as Shaara wrestled them onto velvet and then tied his cloak shut. He turned, slowly.

Tamner's eyelids were drooping but his hand on the pistol remained steady.

"Go," His Lordship said.

Bliss had not raised her apprentice to be a fool. Shaara ran.

"You might have killed her." Maurice rebuked. He shoved at the stable door with one foot. Apparently Tamner kept the hinges less than well oiled. The door swung smoothly, but not without a groan of protest.

"I might have," Bliss replied. "If I thought she'd aught to do with it."

A boy appeared along the row of stalls, torch flaring.

"Where's your master?" Maurice asked, genial. "I've a horse needs readying."

"Up at the big house," the boy said, eyes wide. "But I -"

Bliss knocked the child under the chin with more force than Maurice thought necessary.

"Bollocks, Bliss. You've broken his tooth." Maurice knelt to staunch the flow of blood.

"He'll live to brag." Bliss stomped out the dropped torch before fire could spread. "Hurry up. Pick your nag. A party this large and the stable lads will be thick as nits." She melted away. Maurice could hear the creak of leather above the music of restless and sleeping animals.

Sighing, he propped the unconscious stable boy against mounded hay and felt his way along the stalls. "What made you decide she'd naught to do with it?"

A horse whickered, soft. Bliss said, "Milady knew she had me by the tits, but she didn't know why. She didn't know so much as she pretended. She never said her name."

Maurice had not needed to tack up a mount in near pitch dark since his days as a youthful conscript. His hands remembered what to do. He silently thanked whichever lad had so neatly arranged the horse's tack on a bale outside the stall, stable master correct and perfectly cared for.

The horse herself, for she stank pungently of mare, appeared unconcerned. She rolled her eyes as he cinched her girth but took the bit in her mouth without any fuss.

By the time Bliss reappeared, leading a shaggy pony and nursing a bitten wrist, Maurice had two nicely turned out mounts on his arm.

"Animals," she said, succinct and disgusted. "Shaara's late."

"We'll wait." Maurice shushed his grumbling mare and glanced beyond the stable door at the clearing sky. The sun was beginning to make a solid appearance and soon all of the stable would be up and wanting breakfast.

They could not afford to wait.

"We move on. Shaara will find us," Bliss said, reading his mind. She led her pony forward, tossing a scatter of gold coins across the lap of the unconscious stable boy as she went.

A puny offering, Maurice thought as he followed after. Not nearly enough to make up for the stolen livestock. The lad would be lucky if he managed to hold onto his job, never mind escape a whipping.

Even so, as he urged the mare and the second horse - an excitable, farting bay - under the eves of the building, Maurice dropped his own rain of guilt money in near the door.

They rode steadily, but not quickly. Shaara caught up half way down the hill. Out of breath and shivering, and soaked to the waist, still he smiled as he flung himself into the bay's saddle.

"Raided the kitchen," he reported, sharing out winter sausage and ripe pears.

The lad looked far too pleased with himself. Maurice bit into fruit and considered. "No hounds set on your heels?"

"Won't be." Shaara leaned across withers and passed Bliss the sodden remnants of his fine cloak. "A gift from milord."

Bliss arched dark brows but showed no interest in the dripping bundle. "Pleased to see us go, is he?"

“Very." Shaara fastened his juggler's pouch to a stirrup and relaxed into the saddle, arms crossed. He yawned. "Horses. Planning to travel a fair bit, are we, Bliss?"

Bliss regarded her apprentice. The boy refused to look up but his satisfaction was near palpable. Maurice held his breath.

Bliss turned away. Snow cracked under the pony's hooves, ice turning to slush as the sun rose higher.

"Yes," she admitted at last. "We're planning to travel a fair bit."

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Grilled Chinese Char Siu Chicken Recipe

This Grilled Chinese Char Siu Chicken will remind you of the roast pork you find in Chinatown. The flavor is sweet and smokey, and best of all, there is no artificial coloring in this version. Although I haven’t been to Chinatown in many years, I remember walking by the stores with various roasted meats hanging in the window, including Char Siu Pork with its brilliant red color. Although the beautiful red color is one of the things that makes Char Siu Pork appealing, once I realized it was red food coloring that gave it this distinctive quality, I rarely bought it. Instead, I started making it at home every once in a while; but, somehow it just didn’t seem the same without the red color.

Recently, I came across a recipe in Saveur by Chef Shepherd of the Underbelly restaurant in Houston, Texas. Chef Houston very smartly uses beet powder to color his Char Siu Chicken. I had bought a pack of beet powder from myspicer.com earlier this summer but hadn’t figured out what to use it in. So, I was curious what beet powder would look like in this recipe where it replaces red food coloring.

I’m not sure how beet powder is made, but I imagine it is dehydrated beets that have been pulverized. I took a taste and it tastes just like beets.

The key to this Grilled Chinese Char Siu Chicken recipe is to let the chicken marinate in the char siu sauce for two days. The color is brilliant and the flavors run deep. I made this for my family this past weekend and it was a huge hit. Every last piece was devoured.

Grilled Chinese Char Siu Chicken Recipe

1/4 cup organic brown sugar

1/4 cup raw honey

1/4 cup organic ketchup

1/4 cup gluten-free soy sauce

3 tablespoon beet powder

2 tablespoon rice vinegar

1 tablespoon gluten-free hoisin sauce

1/2 teaspoon Chinese five-spice powder

sea salt and freshly ground black pepper (to taste)

2 1/2 pounds boneless skinless chicken thighs

cooking oil spray

In a large bowl, mix together brown sugar, honey, ketchup, soy sauce, beet powder, vinegar, hoisin sauce, five-spice powder, salt and pepper. Add chicken and toss well, coating all the pieces well; cover and refrigerate for two days to marinate.

Heat grill; spray cooking oil on grates; grill chicken until cooked through, about 10 minutes per side.

Adapted from Saveur

If you like this Grilled Chinese Char Siu Chicken recipe, you might also like:

Grilled Thai Curry Cilantro Garlic Chicken

Grilled Vietnamese Lemongrass Cilantro Chicken

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Make Every Bite Count

Wonton Soup With Homemade Chicken Stock

“Make Every Bite Count” that’s what they tell my husband and me at North York General Hospital and that’s what you get when cancer comes.

My husband has CLL (chronic lymphocytic leukemia), a type of leukemia that is chronic meaning that you live years with it.

He successfully underwent chemotherapy for it about two years ago and we were told it should be about four years until he needed further treatment.

That wasn’t to be and it came back aggressively a few months ago, leaving him feeling pretty bad.

A new treatment was started which is in pill form to be taken daily at home. The pharmacist met with us at the hospital to explain the eight pages of side effects that the pills can cause and to outline specific steps needed to be taken to mitigate some of them. It’s a lot to take in at one time.

Some of the side effects are loss of appetite and fatigue. He already was feeling these before the medication was taken and was rapidly losing weight.

Six cups (1.5 litres) of total liquids have to be consumed daily to help prevent kidney problems.

I was given further dietary information from the hospital registered dietician who gave us clear feeding instructions, which were to make every bite count.

Although we are private people, I would like to share this experience with you. It seems that everyone has been touched by cancer, either personally or from family members and friends.

One of the challenges is dealing with the large amount of information being tossed at you. The treatments being given are very powerful, with powerful side effects. Things we don’t think of can interfere with it. Certain foods are to be avoided and vitamins can also have negative effects on the treatment. Only your medical team has an understanding of all these issues and they are the ones to listen to and to guide you.

The dietician prescribed a high calorie, high protein diet, given in small amounts every two hours, with the very clear warning that this schedule must be followed even if we are out, we can’t fall behind. As someone who takes cooking very seriously (food blogger) on a daily basis these instructions sent my mind into overdrive.

It was recommended that my husband supplements his diet with commercial liquid supplements. We were given samples of the liquid diet supplements and of course I read the ingredients, and seeing them I asked if I could make my own liquid supplements.

The commercial liquid supplements are a very useful tool and include carbohydrates, (several types of sugar including corn syrup) fat, (corn oil), whey proteins and vitamins. This is an easy and functional way to supplement a diet for the patient and at the same time, the medical professionals know that the patient is getting necessary nutrients.

Smoothie Du Jour

I was emailed recipes and chose the smoothie I thought Miguel would like the best. When someone has to force themselves to eat, you try and make it as much to their liking as possible.

With an open mind he did try a sample of the meal supplement we were given and did not like the taste, and did not get much energy from it either. I was told by those who know, that the chocolate one seems to be the best tasting one, but he doesn’t like chocolate, so I was hoping my smoothies would do the trick.

After rounding up the ingredients the next day he tried my smoothie concoction and felt more energetic right after.

It was astonishing to see how quickly he revived every time after eating or drinking. The two hour schedule wasn’t just some theoretical application of optimal feeding I was to follow – I could immediately see how important it is.

Internally his body was undertaking a massive marathon with the targeted treatment trying to interrupt the CLL from wreaking havoc on his body. This takes serious nourishment to help the body heal.

I had to come up with an eating plan. To make it more complicated there were country wide food safety alerts, romaine lettuce and cauliflower had been recalled. Who knows what else would be contaminated?

Pickled Beets

Any patient undergoing cancer treatment is susceptible to infection so extra care has to be taken to try and avoid food borne illnesses. We are advised to not eat cold cuts that haven’t been heated up and cooked, hot dogs have to be thoroughly heated through, no sushi or raw meats, raw milk cheeses, and go to restaurants known for their proper food handling processes (clean). With the raw vegetable scares it would be better to only cook vegetables, and avoid most raw ones.

I figured that the best way to fulfill all these criteria of getting calories, protein, liquids, vitamins all in one food safe package was to make soup.

Snacks became an important part of the program and I had a steady supply of egg salad to be spread on crackers, also hard cheeses would be good with the crackers.

Some of the soups I made were potato leek soup, chicken soup loaded with vegetables and rice or potatoes, and onion soup following the instructions for him to have extra cheese!

I made cheese tortellini soup, keeping good quality cheese tortellini in the freezer to be added to a tomato soup. I have a recipe for an easy tomato soup with cream cheese that I made. In fact I was informed by the dietician to add cream cheese and whipping cream to food.

All the rules we have been taught about eating low fat were thrown out the window.

Meat loafs and meatballs (I make them with minced chicken) were good ways to toss in extra vegetables to be added into the mixture.

Thinking about sources of iron I cooked calves liver, and added spinach where possible to dishes.

Spinach Cheese Quiche

Quiches made a comeback in my house and the easiest way is to make them without a crust. Eggs, milk, and vegetables including diced potatoes make quiches a perfect meal, containing protein, vitamins, fiber and carbohydrates.

Pastas are soft easy to eat.

Fresh baked goods went with afternoon tea. I made apple sauce for a noodle pudding and had some left over. I remembered an old recipe my mother used to make with cooked apples, whipping cream and I think Cointreau or some liqueur. I whipped up some whipping cream and added it to the apple sauce (holding the alcohol).

Apple Sauce Whip

I had to make sure that Miguel stuck to the two hour schedule and encourage him to eat every bite.

The treatment slowly started to work and he started to feel better. I could increase the portions of his meals. The smoothies and soups are a daily fixture. After one month of treatment he has started to get his appetite back.

A second meeting with the hospital dietitian confirmed that the high protein high calorie diet is to continue as he still needs the nourishment.

I think about other people going through this who don’t have obsessive types like me looking after them. We’re both retired and can focus solely on recovery. Most people don’t have this luxury.

I cook most of my foods from scratch so I didn’t have the added burden of learning how to cook. I happily spend my time reading articles about food safety and food fraud, so I mostly follow the food safety guidelines we were given as a matter of course.

For people who don’t cook or have the energy or time to, they can still follow the guidelines with prepared foods, and add whipping cream and cream cheese to the dishes as they heat them up.

What I found astonishing, especially at the beginning when Miguel was started the treatment was how eating just a bit of food made him feel better.

With all the conflicting dietary advice out there I see how we are losing our connection with food as something that gives us pleasure, and most importantly nourishes us. That’s what make every bite count is all about, every bite does count.

I need to make another pot of soup. Winter has settled in and a big storm is supposed to be coming.

Time for some Jewish penicillin, Chicken Soup with Matzah Balls, or maybe Potato Leek, or a Wonton Soup. No worries, they’ll all get made, the kitchen is open.

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