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sei-hoe · 3 years

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manager pt. 5

hello all! as always thank you for your love on this story. i hope you like this new chapter! leave me a comment, i love reading your thirsty thoughts! also i recently remembered that shiratorizawa is a dorm school lol, so from now on i will write it as such oopsie. also!! i got all official and made a banner for this series, im so official!

Fem Reader X Tendou Satori & Fem Reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

CW: blowjob, angst, jealous themes, manipulative reader, language, implied sex, spit kink

WC: 2.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Clingy. That was the word you would use to describe Tendou as of late. During school he was walking with you in the hallways, during practice he was standing next to you, after practice he was walking you to your room. It wasn’t necessarily annoying, just strange. His change in behavior was sudden and unprompted, at least in your mind.

You had been the Shiratorizawa volleyball club manager for about a month now and your outlook had changed drastically. What used to feel awkward was now second nature. You used to flinch at what now was commonplace. Being “used” wasn’t what it used to be. Now it was something you looked forward to at the end of practice and you had actually become...dare you say it...friends with these guys. Friends with extreme benefits that is.

But still, Tendou was different. You’d catch him staring at you in a way that was different from the other guys. You’d catch him staring as Ushijima would carry you out of the gym on his back and straight to the locker room. He’d have a look that you used to not be able to identify in his eyes, you knew now it was jealousy. It was the same look that you’d found on Ushijima’s face about a month ago.

From Tendou’s perspective, it seemed as though Ushijima was hogging you, whisking you away after practice day in and day out. You would always walk out of the locker room with wet hair and another one of Ushijima’s shirts on. It was infuriating and just wasn’t fair. Tendou had barely been able to talk to you recently, hence his rather clingy behavior. But you were in heaven. You were in Ushijima’s presence daily and were able to care for him how he deserved. However, he had made it very clear that you were not his girlfriend as he didn’t have the time for such a commitment. Another price you were willing to pay.

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Another grueling practice ended a little bit later than usual, you noted the dark sky through the windows towards the top of the gym walls. You were working on a bit of homework when the final whistle was blown signifying the official end of practice. You stood up and began packing up your bag as the team approached the bench for a meeting. Tendou was the first to arrive by the bench, coming up behind you for a hug, wrapping his arms around your upper stomach and resting his chin on your head. His chest felt hot and sweaty against your back, instantly raising your body temperature. You giggled, knowing exactly which sweaty athlete this was. You and Tendou had become quite close, despite spending less time with him sexually, at least, during the last month. It seemed as though you were never really alone anymore and Tendou was always around you. It was nice, he had become a great friend to you. The two of you were always flirting back and forth and unlike Ushijima, it seemed as though Tendou really cared about you, both emotionally and physically. He always made sure you came before him and that you were alright after one of your umm...managerial obligations, whereas Ushijima didn’t care if you came at all. Long story short, you always enjoyed the time you spent with Tendou.

A few words were said per the usual by the captain and practice was dismissed. Tendou, still holding onto you from behind, moved his hand further down to your lower stomach, began rubbing gently, and craned his neck down to whisper in your ear, “ya wanna get outta here?”. You could hear the smirk behind his words as his hot breath blew against your ear.

“Mhm”, you murmured eagerly, missing your time with Tendou.

“Good”, he hummed in response, “because there’s something I’d like to give ya,” He accentuated his dirty talk by moving his hand even lower, “right here.” To say you had butterflies was an understatement. It was crazy what a couple of words could reduce you to, but here you were.

You walked back over to the bench to pick up your bag, but was intercepted by Ushijima who had a proposition.

“Come back with me to my room”, he offered, stepping close enough to make you crane your neck up. You looked behind you at Tendou, he was laughing with Semi, unaware that you were about to ruin his night. It’s not that you didn’t want to fuck Tendou, you did, very much actually. That’s just how whipped you are for Ushijima.

“But I already told Tendou that I’d-”, you started.

“Go make up some excuse and then wait for me outside of the locker room.” he interrupted while he started for the gym doors. Ushijima was hardly in the mood to share you tonight, or ever really. You watched him leave while standing and staring, awkwardly contemplating what to say to Tendou. You mustered up the courage to walk over to him, smiling and saying goodnight to Semi as you passed him on his way out.

“Hey, umm, I just remembered that I’ve got a ton of homework that’s due tomorrow and I just think I should probably-”

“What did Ushijima just say to you?” he caught you off guard with his question, although you should have been expecting it.

“Nothing, I just have a lot of homework.” you quickly replied.

Tendou rolled his eyes, “Come on, we’re closer than that, you don’t have to lie to me.” His hands were placed on his hips in an annoyed fashion.

You remained silent, thinking of anything you could say to ease the tension.

“Ok, I’ll say something then. Are you dating Ushijima or something?”

You shook your head.

“Ok...so then last I checked you were still the team manager, would that be correct? Meaning you’re not just Ushijima’s to play with? Cuz there are other guys on the team that are stressed out too, if that’s what we’re even calling it anymore.”

You blushed at this choice of words. “You don’t understand, I-” you started again.

“I think I do understand actually. And just so you know, he’s never going to give you what you want. You think you’re the first girl to fall for him?” He scoffed. “I mean, fuck,” he ran his taped up fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “It just gets old, ya know?” Tendou looked so hurt and angry. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly and turned on his heel to leave. You reached to grab his arm before he could slip out of your grasp.

“Wait, Tendou...please.” you whispered into his sleeve, despite being the only two left in the vast gymnasium. “I don’t want things to be like this either. You,” you paused to collect your thoughts. “You’re my friend and I love all the time that we get to spend together. I always have the best time with you. But I can’t help liking Ushijima. So please don’t be mad at me,” you prayed into his arm, still gripping at his sleeve.

He finally turned around to face you, taking a deep inhale, he looked down into your wide, pleading eyes while exhaling through his nose.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” he looked away from you.

“Look at you, how?” You prodded, widening your eyes and moving closer to him.

“You know exactly how.” he smirked, bringing his hands to rest at your sides, lightly rubbing his thumbs in soothing circular motions. Beginning at the bottom of his abdomen you begin running your hands up his stomach, to his chest, shoulders, and finally around his neck. Standing on your tippy toes you pull him down to your level.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you breathed in his ear.

“Please,” he replied, his hands making their way down to your ass.

“You’re the one that I think about. It’s your hands that I imagine are touching me when I’m touching myself. You always make me feel so good, Tendou.”

“Ughh why are you doing this to me?” He whined, tipping his head back. It was then that you noticed the prominent tent in his pants, poking you in the stomach.

You’d never seen Tendou so flustered in the short time that you’d known him. He was usually the one making you flustered, not the other way around. It was a nice change of pace. It was also refreshing to know you had a kind of power over him, the kind to make him lose his mind.

“You sure you can’t bail on him?” He asked, hope gleaming in his red eyes. It made you pause to think about your options, a wicked idea popped into your head.

“Come wait with me?” you began pulling his arm towards the gym doors. He looked confused, but followed you anyway. Maybe you needed to give Ushijima a little push, it’s only a bonus that you get to makeout with Tendou too.

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The concrete bricks felt cold against the backs of your legs as Tendou shoved you against the locker room corridor hallway, the entrance to the room just around the corner. One of his hands cradled the back of your head, protecting it from the hard brick while the other pressed bruises into your waist. His chapped lips scraped against yours in a heated kiss, tongues fighting for dominance, his eventually winning as you whined into his mouth. He broke the kiss to stroke his own ego, his hands trailing down your sides to play with the waistband of your shorts.

“So you really think about my hands touching you when you play with that cute little cunt?”

“Please Tendou”, you moaned in response.

“I think you’ve had enough attention for today, fucking teasing me for the last fifteen minutes. Hell, the last couple weeks actually. You fucking rile me up just to go fuck some other dude. You like being a little slut? Hmm?”

You were at a loss for words. As much as his words were turning you on, you knew there was some truth behind them. He was onto your antics and done with them.

“You think I don’t know why we’re making out right by the locker rooms? Are you trying to make Ushijima feel like he’s missing out or something? Being all cute with me to show him how good of a girlfriend you’d be? Well fuck that shit. Get on your knees slut.”

He removed his hand from your waistband and brought them to your shoulders guiding you down to your knees. You couldn’t even rest on your calves, you had to stand up as tall as you could on your knees to be eye level with the imprint in his shorts.

“Fuck, it doesn’t take much, does it?” He scoffed as he pulled his shorts down to reveal his hard, heavy cock.

“Aw you didn’t think we’d take it this far, didja? Better make this quick if you don’t want your boyfriend to catch us!” Tendou tilted his head to the side, a smirk plastered on his face while he caressed the top of your head.

You opened your mouth to lap up the precum on his tip, swirling your tongue along the soft skin on the head of his cock.

“Nah, I don’t feel like being teased anymore today.” Tendou spoke as he readjusted his grip on your head, scooting you back until you were trapped between the painted brick wall and his body. You didn’t have a moment to adjust before his cock was plugging up your throat, making you gag around him. The pace started brutally, shoving in and out of your mouth. It was all you could do to keep up, running your tongue against the engorged vein on the underside of his cock. He never eased up until you tapped his thigh signifying you had enough.

“Too much?” he condescended. You looked back up at him with watery eyes, swallowing as many breaths as you could before it all started over again.

“This would have been much nicer for both of us if you hadn’t ditched me, I would’ve made you feel so good, baby.” He paused to take in your appearance, you looked so pretty like this. Your hair was a mess, eyes watery, lips so fucking swollen, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, your chest heaving, and he had a great view down your shirt. Is this what his captain got to see everyday? The thought filled him with rage. If he had known he’d come to feel this way about you, he would’ve just asked you out, not asked you to be the manager. Ushijima wouldn’t have ever noticed you had it not been for him! Fuck, that’s annoying.

“Ya ready for a little more?”

You smiled at him through bated breaths, nodding your head. Things hadn’t gone exactly to plan, but you were still having a good time. You opened your mouth, closed your eyes, and stuck out your tongue, ready for whatever he had to give you. Tendou bent down into a squat until his mouth hovered just above yours. You felt something warm and sticky hit your tongue, you opened your eyes only to find a thin line of spit connecting Tendou’s lips with the liquid pooling in your mouth. Did he just spit in your mouth? Before you could say anything he was back on his feet, cock in his hand, rolling it in the spit laying on your tongue. He inched his way back into your throat, watching your eyes water with every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck you’re gonnna make me cum if you keep looking at me like that.” He continued thrusting, your throat convulsing around his cock.

“You’re gonna leave here with a tummy full of cum, ok sweetie?” His breaths and thrusts were becoming stuttered, he was close.

“You’re gonna fuck Ushijima with my cum swirling around in your stomach.” He whimpered, talking himself into an orgasm. With his hips giving one final thrust, you felt the back of your throat flood with cum. Tendou held his hips flush to your mouth for a few seconds, emptying himself completely into your stomach. He hissed as he pulled your head off of his now oversensitive cock.

“Lemme see.” he sighed. You stuck out your tongue, displaying your empty mouth to him.

“Mmm good girl.” He offered you his hand to help you up off of your knees. He tucked himself back into his pants as the locker room door creaked open.

“That’s my queue!” Tendou pulled you in for one final kiss, moaning as the taste of his cum hit his tongue. And with that, he shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders and took off walking down the hallway.

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You walked face first into a warm chest when you rounded the corner leading to the locker room door, looking for Ushijima. Looks like you had found him. His hair was still damp from the shower, his body was warm and humid through his clothes.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked.

“Yea-” you cleared your throat. “Yeah!” That’s better. Your voice was horse and your throat was sore.

Ushijima noted your appearance. Your hair was messy and your makeup was smudged. Your lips were bright red and your chin was glistening. He took your hand in his to begin the quiet walk to his dorm room. He heard footsteps in the opposite direction, only to turn around to see Tendou walking away from the two of you, a slight pep in his step and unknownst to Ushijima a smug look on his face.

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hizashis-lil-bunbun · 3 years

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BNHA Valentine’s Day Headcanons!

Happy first day of February! Some of my Discord friends and I were brainstorming how different My Hero characters would celebrate Valentine’s Day. So let’s give ‘em a whirl! All characters are adults or aged up to be 18+ in these scenarios.

Big thanks to @varnienne, @emmappelle, @sweet-darling91, @donica95, and @katsontherun for letting me bounce ideas off of them. 💖

⚠️MOSTLY FLUFF BUT THERE IS SOME NSFW AHEAD!⚠️

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

SFW

Gotta start with my blonde bby. And the best way I can describe his ideal Valentine’s is BIG and LOUD!

He’s never been one shy away from telling you how he feels, but he’s especially talkative on V-Day. Going on and on about how lucky he is, how much he loves you, etc.

It’s love songs all day, baby! From blasting modern pop songs while he makes breakfast to sweet, old-fashioned tunes that he makes you slow dance with him to in the living room. He’s a true romantic (and a surprisingly good dancer to boot).

And he might even (re: definitely will) serenade you. The man is a musician after all! In fact, don’t be surprised if Hizashi wrote a song just for you.

As far as gifts go, Hizashi goes all out. He’s a hero and a celebrity, with the salaries to match. So you can expect a few big ticket items. Plus, he’s a good listener. If you ever mentioned something you needed/wanted/expressed interest in, chances are it will arrive wrapped up in red and pink paper on the day.

“Hey little listener! Remember how ya said you might wanna try painting? No? Well I turned the spare room into a studio for ya anyways! Maybe you can make me something to hang up at the station, yeah?”

But just because his gifts are expensive and flashy, that doesn’t mean he devalues your own. Hizashi will blubber and gush over anything you give him, from lavish luxuries to a something as simple as a homemade card. Loudly I might add. Make sure to have earplugs handy.

Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of having a radio star as your partner is that he’ll most likely have to work on Valentine’s Day. It’s even worse if he had teach that day as well. So don’t count on any fancy dinners until after the 14th.

But if you tune into his station on the day (and you will), there will be at least three or four songs dedicated to “his favorite little listener.”

NSFW

Even if he can’t be with you on the actual night, he’s definitely going to make up for lost time. Mood music, candlelight, the whole nine yards. He wants to romance you. To make you feel as good as you make him feel everyday.

Oral and overstimulation are the name of the game, and Hizashi is a giver through and through. He’s happy as a clam once he’s got his face buried between your legs, making you cum for the umpteenth time that night. Seriously, does he ever come up for air?

Praise is also a big thing for him. It flows from his mouth like the sweetest wine. And with his quirk, every whispered word and groan against your body feels just as intoxicating. Good vibrations indeed.

He also loves it when you’re vocal. No love song can compete with the way you cry and moan under his touch. He’ll make you sing for him all night long and into the morning hours.

“Damn, baby. I love you so damn much. Love the way you look cumming on my tongue. Think you can do it again?”

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

Okay. This boy adores Valentine’s Day! Like it’s his favorite holiday.

And how can he not? Everything in the stores is red! He can stock up on red merchandise for the rest of the year in the span of a week. And believe me, he does.

This means his partner should expect a lot of the cliché gifts on the big day: teddy bears, heart-shaped boxes, and red roses to name a few. Oh, and he’s definitely got a stockpile of cheesy, punny Valentine cards centered around his and his friend’s hero personas.

His favorite is the one that says “I think you’re a Red Riot! Be my Valentine?” But maybe that’s partially because it came from you.

Kirishima doesn’t just shower you with crimson trinkets; he buys treats for everyone! Especially his closest friends. To him, Valentine’s is all about showing the people he loves most just how much he cares. And it’s honestly adorable to see him practically bouncing off the walls in excitement when he finds a little red treasure for this year’s celebration.

“Babe! Look at that red shark plushie. It looks just like me! So manly!”

*proceeds to buy seven of them: one for him, one for you, and one for everyone in the Bakusquad + Tetsutetsu*

But at the end of the day, once all the chocolates and stuffed animals have been given away, he’ll make sure you know there’s no one he loves more than you. He spends the final hours alone with you, eating a home cooked meal and cuddling on the couch. Times like these are his favorite, just being to hold you close and appreciate your presence in his life.

Fair warning though. You’ll probably end up watching some some cheesy romcom, cuz he loves those too.

NSFW

Of course, the red theme continues in the bedroom: red rose petals, red sheets, even a set of red lingerie he bought just for the occasion. Which he proceeds to rip apart minutes after you’ve gotten them on. Hope they weren’t too expensive.

Kirishima tries to be gentle with you, he really does. Savoring your pleasure and letting your orgasms crest and fall naturally. He wants to see you cooing and boneless by the end of the night.

But sometimes he underestimates his own strength and gets a little rougher than expected. Maybe he gives too sharp of a love bite, or squeezes your hips a little too hard. But it’s all done out of passionate love, so you don’t mind too much.

You might actually prefer it if he gets a little rougher.

However, if you wanna get kinky, there is one thing Kiri’s always down for: pulling you over his knee for a good, old-fashioned spanking. His quirk is perfect for it, hardening the palm of his hand just before it smacks down on the soft flesh. It’s like he has a set of built-in paddles. Trust me, if you let him get into a good rhythm, by the end of the night your ass will match the Valentine’s decor perfectly.

“Not pushing you too hard am I, beautiful? I know I can be unbreakable sometimes, but I never want to break you. I love you too much to do that.”

Mirio Togata

SFW

TBH, before he met you, Mirio was a bit of a player (which is kinda canon). Like “has a different date every year” player.

And can you blame him? He’s a total heartbreaker with that (le)million dollar smile and those baby blue eyes. He got so much Valentine’s chocolate from girls in high school, it was sickening! But with you, things are different.

For starters, he’s not so big on material gifts. Giving or receiving.

“How could I want anything more when I’ve got my sunshine right here?”

No, this sweet himbo is all about making memories with his partner! Sharing experiences and spending as much quality time together as possible.

So he plans everything days, sometimes weeks, in advance. Budgeting his time and money to squeeze as much love into a single day as humanly possible.

The moment you wake up on February 14th, he hits the ground running. Quite literally! He’s practically doing laps around your bedroom in his excitement to get the day started.

Valentine’s Day with Mirio turns out to be a marathon of couple activities. Bike riding to a local café for breakfast. Sight-seeing in Tokyo followed by ice cream in the afternoon. He even manages to sniff out a carnival for you to go to in the evening, letting you run amok on the rides and games. And yes, he definitely spends too much money trying to win you one of those giant stuffed animals.

By the end of the day, you’re thoroughly spent and just want to snuggle up next to him. And maybe have a late night snack of chocolate. Mirio is more than happy to indulge you, even offering to carry you home. Anything to be close to his precious sunshine.

NSFW

Despite your sleepiness and aching feet, Mirio insists he has one last surprise to give you. So he asks you to lay face-down on the bed and wait for him. Naked of course.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he straddles your tailbone with his thighs and squirts something slippery onto your back. You yelp at the cold sensation and that earns a laugh from Mirio. He tells you it’s massage oil. One specifically designed to relieve muscle tension.

It’s like he knew you’d be sore after his day of non-stop adventuring. Almost like he planned it... What a smooth criminal.

It makes sense though. Maybe it’s because his quirk requires him to pass through things, but physical touch is his primary love language. Nothing grounds him quite like having you in his arms, worshiping every inch of your body.

He works you over, kneading at the muscles in your back, hips, and legs with steady pressure and prescision. He even rubs your feet, making the earlier pains melt away into bliss.

You’re almost too sleepy and relaxed to realize one of his hands is creeping up your body until it’s too late. Next thing you know, he’s curling his fingers into you, amplifying the pleasure of the massage in a new way. Like I said, Mirio’s a smooth criminal when he wants to be.

“Feeling good, sunshine? Yeah, I’ll bet you are. You always look so cute like this... just makes me want to kiss you all over. Maybe I will! But I think you’re still a little tense right... here.”

#hizashi yamada #kirishima eijirou #mirio togata #bnha headcanons #valentines #present mic #red riot #lemillion #bnha smut #mha headcanons #mha smut

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peppermint2d · 3 years

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Love your hcs!!!! Can I get some for Murdoc? <3

Of course! Thank you so much for your ask, you literally made our day we've been freaking out since we got it! These headcanons are a little all over the place, but we hope you like them ♥ If you liked this, please send us an ask!

tw: Murdoc

Assorted Murdoc Headcanons

is a midnight snacker and likes to snack especially after sex

will cook an actual meal at 1 a.m.

an actual meal meaning kraft mac and cheese

he loves driving but has terrible road rage

but most of the time he doesn't have a license because of his DUIs

because he can't drive, you have to drive him around, and he is the WORST BACKSEAT DRIVER

he yells nonstop

"Take the left"

"Google says to go straight"

"Who is smarter me or google?"

he puts his shoes up on the dash and leaves dirt there

he is always late everywhere "it's fashionable, love"

he blasts music too, so loud you can't hear the GPS, so loud he broke the speakers

he will talk about how he is better than what is playing unless it's David Bowie

he sings along loud too

if the music isn't making you deaf, then he is

he loves to fuck with the buttons in the car, always moving the windows up and down and adjusting his seat

sometimes you gotta put him in the backseat with the child lock on so he will stop moving the windows and opening the doors while you're driving

he also tries to GRAB THE WHEEL WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING

one time you had to use a dog collar to leash him to the backseat so he won't climb into the front and TOUCH THE STEERING WHEEL

he doesn't mind the collar because he's a kinky bastard

"babe make the collar tighter babe"

"Murdoc shut up I'm literally trying to drive"

he sticks his head out of the window like a dog

if the other cars are bad drivers he will stick his head out and yell at them and you gotta drag him back in like cyborg noodle in stylo

he cracks dad jokes and they are really bad

"Wanna grab lunch? Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm Murdoc!"

cue the sound of everyone groaning cuz it's the third time he's said that joke today

We thought long and hard about what his ice cream order would be and we decided on:

a waffle cone since he likes to use his tongue 🥵

fruity flavours like rainbow sherbet, cotton candy, and definitely piña colada

he tops it all off with whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry

He does the thing where he ties the stem of the cherry to really show off what his tongue does 😏

Ficlet

"Murdoc, this is a bad idea... You don't even like chocolate!" You really didn't think that bringing your boyfriend to an ice cream shop would become this intense.

"Love, bad idea is my middle name." He licked his lips and turned to the cashier. "I want to do the banana split challenge."

The cashier was in shock. The Banana split challenge has never been successfully completed. Many have tried and many were fools. "Are you sure you want to try it, sir? You only get five minutes..."

"No, Murdoc, this is insane. We have to go meet the band after this for dinner. This will spoil your appetite!" You tugged on his arm, trying to break the determined stare he was giving the challenge advert.

"Garçon," he said with a bad french accent and too much flair, "bring me the banana!"

All the other patrons were looking at you two now. Whispers filling the air. "Not the challenge..." "He has so much still to live for..." "Another gone too soon..." "What is a banana..."

You took the table for two by the window since Murdoc wanted "the pedestrians to know of my greatness!" You ate your scoop while he waited for the server to prepare the dish, trying to avoid the gazes of those looking at you and your green man.

"Now, let's talk strategy." Murdoc reached out his hand in a gimme motion. Usually, that hand gesture meant that he had a new lyric to write down and that he needed your purse notebook, however this time, he started to sketch his enemy. "I say I eat the banana first. Give the ice cream time to melt so that I won't spend so long trying to break off pieces, yeah?"

"I mean, I guess, but wouldn't liquid ice cream take up more room in your stomach than solid?" You pointed out.

"Love, if the ice cream is solid, I'll have a brain freeze!"

"That only happens to people with brains, you should be fine."

"You wound me."

When the banana float arrived, it was monstrous. Even though Murdoc may act like a child, they used adult sized portions.

The whole thing may as well be bigger than your head. You stared wide-eyed as they placed it down on the table with an audible thud. Murdoc, however, only seemed to grow even more excited. “You’re really doing this?” you looked at him with the last bit of hope that maybe he’d just give up.

“I am.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Oh shut up.” You listened as the employee who brought out the ice cream quickly explained the rules of the little competition one last time. 5 minutes. Finish the ice cream. Then finally, they set the timer.

Murdoc wasted no time, immediately working through the ice cream. It was, quite a sight, you thought. Like a little kid presented with dessert, eating as fast as they could. It was actually very amusing. Kinda gross, but still amusing. He tried his best to go along with his plan, moving the ice cream around to eat the banana first. It seemed though, that he did not account for how fast he could eat the banana. “It’s still so frozen.” he pouted as he tried to scoop off bits of ice cream, breaking the scoops up in what you assumed to be an attempt to melt it faster.

“It’s ice cream, Mudz. I don’t know what you expected.”

“Ha ha.” he rolled his eyes at you, then turning back to the huge bowl in front of him he committed to just eating the incredibly cold, and still not liquid, ice cream.

He ate all that a lot faster than you expected him to. You could only imagine the brain freeze, or how cold that would feel on your teeth. Murdoc seemed unfazed though. He powered through. And you weren’t sure if it was a surprise to you or not, he finished on time. You were shocked he ate all that in so little time but the more you thought about it, was it really that surprising? This is Murdoc we’re talking about here. When the timer went off, the employees came out to cheer for him, and the other patrons as well. Apparently, no one had ever done that before. Murdoc however, had pushed the large bowl away from him and had his head laying face down on the table.

“Mudz? You alright?”

“Brain freeze.” he groaned back at you, but he still didn’t lift his head.

“Oh you poor thing. You’ll live.” you rolled your eyes at him, but he still didn’t move. “Come on, you beat your challenge, we gotta go now.” you stood up and walked around the table to his side, nudging him slightly.

“Noooo it’s so bad, love, you have no idea.”

“Babe, I’ve had brain freeze before.”

“Not like this.”

You rolled your eyes at him again, not that it did much as he was barely looking at you. “You did this to yourself.”

“I’m dying.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I am.” You stared down at him, and after a moment, decided it was enough of his whining. “Ok, we’re going now, let’s go.” You pulled him up by his shoulders, then dragged him up the rest of the way. The whole time he complained and whined. He really was a child. The whining continued as you dragged him out of the shop, out to the parking lot and into the car. Constant mumbling of “brain freeze” and “love it hurts so bad” had you wanting to laugh at him if it weren’t for the fact that you were the one putting up with him. Even in the car, his whining continued.

“Murdoc you’ve been whining about your damn brain freeze longer than that stupid challenge even lasted.”

“Cuz it hurts.”

“Well, what do you want me to do? I told you not to eat all that.”

“Alright, mom.”

“Ugh” His whining continued on and on for what seemed like forever to you. You blocked it out after a while. Then suddenly, he just stopped. “Hey babe,” he said, and you looked over at him to see him staring at you with a shit-eating grin. Well, that was a change in mood.

“Yeah?” you asked him, almost cautiously.

“I won that challenge.” Oh. That’s where he was going.

You sighed, “Yeah, you did.”

“Told you I could.”

“Mhm.”

“I think that calls for celebration. And also, an apology from you love. For doubting me.” You looked at him again to see him wiggling his eyebrows, one of those signature Murdoc smirks on his face.

“You’re gross.”

#i love you anon #ask #murdoc niccals #murdoc #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz fandom

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verymuchimmortalcat · 3 years

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Maribat March Day 4: Internet Friends

ao3

@maribatmarch-2k21

Marinette looked up from her phone as she heard a notification go off on her laptop. She had just finished posting the pictures from the photo shoot for her first official line. After years of making items for mainly Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, she had released her first line under the pseudonym of MDC at the age of 17, a year after Hawkmoth’s defeat. One message from Arrow Girl, it was a message from Cissie, which given that she had just released a new line wasn’t that surprising it just meant that Cissie had stayed up past midnight again. It should be around 3 am for her right now. Opening the message, she laughs.

Arrow Girl: HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW MDC LINE, M????????

ITS SOOO PRETTY

WHO AM I KIDDING YOU LIVE IN PARIS AND WANNA BE A DESIGNER YOU’VE DEFINITELY SEEN IT ALREADY

So, yeah Cissie didn’t know she was MDC and sue her, Marinette found it funny how Cissie ranted about her designs to her. It’s not like Cissie didn’t laugh when Marinette obsessed over the costumes on TV and the people wearing them.

Designs&Coffee: Ya, I did

Which one’s your favourite piece?

Arrow Girl: The second one

It’s a master piece

Designs&Coffee: I love that one the most too!!!!!

That was true, the only thing Cissie didn’t know was that she designed that piece.

“Marinette, Adrien’s here,” her mother called suddenly.

“Coming Maman,” she replied.

Designs&Coffee: I’ve got to go, my mom’s calling

Talk later. You should sleep.

Arrow Girl: Says the girl with Coffee in her username

Bye.

Closing her laptop, Marinette headed downstairs, grabbing the Black Cat miraculous on her way. Adrien visited from London once a month but he had left behind his miraculous saying that he’d rather put it all behind with everything his father did. But both him and Plagg missed each other so Plagg came along on their monthly visits. Marinette still wore her earrings and Tikki went with her everywhere but she was more of a pocket best friend at this point then a pocket goddess who gave her the ability to become a superhero. Both Cat Noir and Ladybug had retired after Hawkmoth, they dealt with a miraculous threat and if another arose, they’d be there to help, but for right now the two of them were focusing on their goals and dreams outside superheroing. That was actually how she had ended up talking to Cissie, some random person had started questioning young heroes retiring online, and Cissie and Marinette had both jumped to the defence and they had just continued talking. That had been about six months ago. Now, they spoke almost every day.

Marinette hugged Adrien as soon as she saw him, calling out a bye to her parents she dragged him out of the bakery and they headed to the park. They had a few hours to catch up before they had to meet Alya and Nino.

.oOo.

A week or so later, Cissie was stuck in the makeup chair when she heard the notification that she had set for M’s messages go off.

Designs&Coffee: DID YOU KNOW THERE’S A NEW CISSIE KING-JONES MOVIE COMING OUT IN A FEW MONTHS.

IM SO FREAKING EXCITED

Arrow Girl: I could tell.

Designs&Coffee: I feel like you should be more excited.

ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING ACTRESSESS WHO SHARES A NAME WITH YOU IS STARRING IN A MOVIE

Sometimes, Cissie wondered how M didn’t figure it out. Her username was Arrow girl, she knew her first name was Cissie and M knew that she was working in the movie industry. But then M treated her like a normal human being and not like those other fans and Cissie really didn’t want that to change that at first, she knew now that she would not treat her differently but Cissie had no idea how to go about telling her that I’m the actress you fangirl about.

However, before she could reply to M she was called so they could start shooting. Telling her that she had to go, she’d talk later and that she should take her own advice about sleep, she rushes out onto set.

.oOo.

A few months later, Cissie’s agent gets her an audition for a period drama set in the 1800s when women walked around with corsets and large skirts and Cissie for some reason agreed to audition. So, she auditioned and got the part. The first week on set was just them going over the beginning measurements for the costumes and other things like that. When she asked the director, who was going to be designing the costumes, he said that it was a rather high-profile designer who would be arriving in L.A. next week. That confused Cissie, this movie wasn’t that much of a big deal that they got a high-profile designer. She decided to ask the assistant director who seemed to be a boy around her age, so maybe seventeen or eighteen, who seemed to be always wearing a cap and headphones.

She went ahead and introduced herself to him, holding out her hand and saying, “Hi! I’m Cissie King-Jones.”

He laughed and shook her hand, “I know dudette, you’re the star in the movie. I’m Nino Lahiffe.”

He had an accent she thought was French but she wasn’t quite sure. “I was wondering about the designer, the director said it was a high-profile designer and that they would be arriving next week-“

“And then he asked you to talk to me?” he asked with a smile.

“No? Should he have?”

He chuckled, “The designer is one of my best friends, we’ve been friends since we were about five. She wanted to work on something different and when I suggested this she agreed immediately. Honestly, I think she only agreed because you’re on this movie but who knows with her.”

“Well then, I look forward to meeting her.”

.oOo.

Marinette had arrived in L.A. the day before and was now headed to set with Nino. She was nearly shaking with excitement; she was going to meet the Cissie King-Jones. Nino was laughing at her excitement, “you’re being mean,” she said.

“And you’re acting like a little child, when all of us know when you actually meet her, you’ll be too busy in your designing mode to actually say anything to her, so I took the liberty to do so for you.”

“You did what?” she screeched, earning weird looks from people around them.

“I told her that her being in the movie was probably the actual reason you agreed to work on it. Which is undeniably the truth. Feel free to thank me later.”

“I’m never going to thank you. She probably thinks I’m some crazy fan now.”

“You need to stop catastrophising, Mari. It’ll all be fine in the end.”

“Why am I friends with you?”

“We’ve been friends for too long and now you no longer know how to survive without me.”

She snorted at that, “keep telling yourself that, Nino. Keep telling yourself that.”

.oOo.

Cissie was talking to one of the other members in the cast, when she saw Nino walk in with a petite girl, with shoulder length black hair and blue eyes, who was carrying a few sketch books and a bag that looked really heavy to be carried by someone that small.

When the makeup artist told her she was done, Cissie headed in the direction of Nino and who was probably the designer. Joining the two of them, she held her hand out to the designer, “you must be the designer, I’m Cissie King-Jones.”

“Hi, it’s wonderful to meet you. I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Cissie definitely didn’t know that name, her confusion must’ve been clear on her face because Marinette laughed, “I don’t go by that in the fashion industry, I’m MDC.”

Cissie took a bit to process that bit of information, she was meeting one of her favourite designers ever who was apparently a fan of hers. She was in heaven, she had to be.

“I love your work. Your new line was breath taking. I loved the second piece the most, the colours and design were amazing,” she blurted out, before she could think clearly.

Marinette just laughed, a clear sounding laugh, and said, “Thank you, I’m really glad to hear that. The second piece on the line happens to be my favourite too. And I think your work is amazing too.”

Cissie smiled, “Thank you.”

And then they proceeded to talk while Marinette showed her the designs and ideas she had.

.oOo.

Marinette and Nino returned to the hotel late in the evening and were hanging out in his room.

“I told you that you need to stop catastrophising and everything turned out fine.”

“Why yes, thank you Nino,” she drawled sarcastically.

“I thought you were never going to thank me?”

“Sarcasm, my dear friend. Sarcasm.”

“So, you were being sarcastic when you said you would never thank me ‘cause it sure didn’t sound like it.”

Throwing a pillow at his face and calling out a Good night Marinette ran to her room. She opened her laptop to check if she had missed any messages. There were 10 messages from Arrow Girl. Opening their chat Marinette wondered what Cissie had sent. What she saw left her feeling shocked and incredibly stupid. In hindsight it was extremely obvious but then again she didn’t know Adrien was Cat Noir until he detransformed in front of her.

Arrow Girl: M!!!!!!!!!!!

I MET MDC TODAY AND MADE A COMPLETE FOOL OF MYSELF

SHE’S DOING THE COSTUMES IN THE NEW MOVIE IM DOING

AND LIKE HER FRIEND TOLD ME YESTERDAY THAT SHE LIKES MY WORK

AND THAT WAS PROBABLY WHY SHE HAD AGREED TO WORK ON THIS PROJECT

AND THEN I GO UP TO HER AND INTRODUCE MYSELF AND SHE INTRODUCES HERSELF WITH HER REAL NAME AND I MUSTVE HAD A BLANK EXPRESSION CUZ THEN SHE SAID I GO BY MDC

AND THEN I BLANKED OUT

AND IF THAT WASN’T BAD ENOUGH I BLURTED OUT I LOVE YOUR WORK YOUR NEW LINE WAS BREATH TAKING AND I LOVED THE SECOND PIECE THE MOST AND THAT THE COLOURS AND DESIGNS WERE AMAZING

AND THEN SHE WAS SO SWEET AND NICE TO ME AND THANKED ME AND SAID THE SECOND PIECE WAS HER FAVOURITE TOO AND THAT SHE THOUGHT MY WORK WAS AMAZING

M!!!!!!! ANSWER ME PLEASE IM DYING OF HUMILIATION.

She thought about her reply for about a minute and the sent it off.

Designs&Coffee: I’m sure she didn’t think you were awkward.

She was probably concentrating more on the fact that she was talking to CISSIE KING-JONES

Her response was instantaneous.

Arrow Girl: How can you be so sure?

Also how did you finally figure out that I’m that Cissie

Designs&Coffee: I’m so sure because I’m that M

As in the M in MDC. Also how I figured you were that Cissie

Hi again! I’m Marinette. I’m 17 and sorta run a fashion empire

Arrow Girl: Cissie King-Jones. I’m seventeen too and currently an actress.

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, she was worried that this might’ve ended badly

Arrow Girl: Wanna actually hang out tomorrow?

Designs&Coffee: sure!

.oOo.

Cissie woke up two mornings later to nearly a hundred notifications on her phone. About twenty of the notifications were from news channels, which was strange she was supposed to get those only when her name was mentioned in an article and 20 articles in a day were strange. There were another fifty from Bart, which happened occasionally. Ten each from Cassie and Marinette. And a few messages each from Tim, Kon, Greta and Anita.

Checking the news articles first because they would probably give some insight on the dozens of messages, she saw that someone had seen her out with Marinette yesterday and taken a photo which the tabloids had eaten up like starved wolves.

Bart had clearly lost patience fast, his messages were getting more and more pleading as she scrolled through all fifty. Laughing she told him that she had just woken up and would answer all his questions, and she and Marinette weren’t together it was just a misunderstanding, like the one Tim deals with all the time. Kon, Anita and Greta used to the several articles that came with Tim had picked out articles that had the most ridiculous theories and had sent it to her. Cassie had done the same along with several other questions. Choosing to answer Cassie first, she calls Cassie and spends nearly an hour talking to her even though it took Cissie only five minutes to explain the whole tabloid mess. Tim had sent a message saying “welcome to the world where if you’re seen outside your house with someone, everyone is going to believe you’re in a relationship.” Cissie just responded with a laughing face emoji.

Marinette had apologised for her friends’ behaviour, strange as that was. Saying that if she gets e-mails from Adrien Agreste, Luka Couffaine, Alya Césaire or Kagami Tsurugi it would be best to ignore them. They were just over protective and annoying. Cissie pointedly ignored how Marinette had casually brought up four very prominent people in the world. Apparently Marinette’s friends not used to the whole invasiveness of paparazzi had decided to deliver Cissie a shovel talk over e-mail before Marinette could clear up the confusion with her friends. She had also added that they were supposed to apologise and to please tell her if they didn’t.

And that was when she remembered her own friends’ highly similar behaviour and sent a text in the Young Justice group chat that she’d use them as moving target practice if they decide to induct her into their group with threats, and then sent another message to Tim to stop whatever extensive background check he was doing. She groaned as she got a smiley face in reply. Then the notification she had set for Marinette went off.

Designs&Coffee: I’ve been meaning to ask you about why you had all the points you had for young heroes retiring???? so, uh, why did you?

Groaning she flopped back onto the bed, this was going to be one hell of a day.

So my thoughts on how it would go ahead:

Marinette and Cissie meet up to talk about her text but Cissie doesn't really tell her about Arrowette. She changes the topic, after all Marinette was also ready with several points on the same topic. Maybe they eventually tell each other maybe they don't, i don't exactly know.

Marinette's friends calm down pretty soon after, Alya takes some more time but eventually calms down too.

When Cissie says, 'Marinette had casually brought up four very prominent people in the world', Its because at this point Adrien's run as a model still hasn't died out with it being only a year after Hawkmoth's defeat. Kagami is a world famous fencer, Luka joins Jagged Stone on tour and becomes pretty famous too and Alya listened to Marinette, (It ends up being Marinette and Adrien after the reveal who get through to her), she ends up making a name for herself in the year after Hawmoth's defeat, though her work still focuses around heroes/vigilantes which is why Cissie knows her, she's not really that prominent outside France.

Sometime after Cissie finishes talking to Cassie and sees Marinette's text Bart shows up demanding answers. They don't actually know it's Marinette, as in they don't know her name. Marinette Dupain-Cheng isn't really well known, MDC is, and no one knows who MDC is. Tim would probably do a facial recognition scan find out who she is and continue on with his extensive background check and probably figures out she's MDC somewhere along the way. Traya asks about Marinette the next time she sees Cissie

#maribatmarch2021 #ml x dc #maribat #but not really #none of the batfam are actually there #tim's mentioned tho #my writing

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solara-bean · 3 years

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How I feel about all ( most ) of the BOZ cast

Heron: Lightning puppy. Very cute. Deserved better

Electra: Love her. Deserved better.

Alexia: Woah. I want her to be the cool friend in my group

Zeus: trash whore. disgusting. unseasoned. waste of space. didn't pay child support. almost didn't watch the show cuz his name's in the title. glad he's dead.

Hera: I wanna like you so bad but you're too extra. And quit calling Electra a whore!!!

Apollo: Very pretty. Would paint him.

Aphrodite: Also very pretty. Looks like she gives good hugs.

Artemis: Moon queen. Would also like her to be the cool friend in my group. Really want to see more of her.

Dionysus: Are you always drunk??? A little bit off but he's got the spirit.

Hermes: Sweet fast boy. Would steal his rainbow cloak. very pretty.

Ares: I feel like I shouldn't like you as much as I do but you're parents are shitty so it's ok

Kofi: Love him. big brother energy

Evios: Sketchy but I like him

Poseidon: His ocean is top priority. I can respect that. has more braincells than zeus but that's not much

The people who harassed Heron and Electra: Fuck you!

Seraphim's dad, uncle and cousins: Fuck you especially!!

Ariana: Bless you. Deserved better.

Seraphim's Chimera: Very cute. fluffy. good boi. really wanna pet him. sad that he died. hope he gets reunited with Seraphim

Seraphim: Hot demon man. Very sexy.A litte too violent tho. Deserved better. Needs love. Marry me 💍?

Hades: OMG!! Yes! The king has arrived fashionably late. Has all the braincells out of the big three and refuses to share. Adopt me please.

#blood of zeus #boz

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hiatus-for-forever · 4 years

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Can you do a mirio x reader oneshot where mirio is a single dad and he doesnt want to tell his s/o but the s/o find outs in someway and is supportive.

Summary: ^

Quirk: You can make bubbles when you make a circle from your hands. A layer of bubble solution forms and you can blow it into bubbles. You can control its size. If you create many then you have to moisturize your hands cuz they get dry

A/N: sorry sorry sorry for this being late I admit I slacked off for like two days

Warnings/Genre: Fluff, cursing, angst if you squint

WC: 2,396

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You and Mirio had been going out for almost half a year now and though it hadn’t been very long you felt as though he were the one for you. You trusted him enough to give him the keys to your apartment, but he had never stayed the night or made spontaneous visits. You never visited his apartment too; he never gave you a key and when you suggested to go to his place, he would make excuses. They were usually because ‘the place is a mess’ or ‘there are hero plans that are classified’.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t a hero; your quirk had never been strong enough and you didn’t like the intense training, so you took up law in college. You eventually met Mirio while running late to school. In true hero fashion, he saved you from a guy you pulled you to an alleyway. What he didn’t expect is for you to punch the guy in the face as soon as he tried to unbutton you and disarm him by twisting his wrist and making him drop the knife. Mirio was amazed as he had to hold you back from kicking the guy’s head in when you pushed him to the ground.

When he asked how you learned to fight you told him that it was clear the guy’s an amateur. You chuckled saying how weak he was, it was probably one of his first times trying to assault someone. You liked his cheery attitude; he was happily talking to you as you fixed your clothes. Most of it was small talk, him complimenting your skills then asking where you were headed. It was at that time you realized you were late. You quickly sped off with the promise to see him again soon.

The next time you saw him was when someone else was in danger. Before you could jump in, he did and you were left tending to the scarred high-school student. You and he talked after the whole fiasco and jokingly called out the situation that brought you two together. You and he agreed to hang out outside of danger on his free time.

So you did, you went to the park with him and walked around. You talked about yourselves and you got to know him better. After that hangout, you went on others. He knew what you did, your hobbies and stuff you liked, and you knew his too. He was one of the most thoughtful people you’ve met, he constantly helped you through hard times like when you were stressed for finals. You never really noticed but he rarely asked for help. He put most of his attention to you and would brush off the fact he never bothered you about himself. You grew to like him, as a friend and maybe more.

Until one day, your view on him changed completely. You were on one of your hangouts and he got a call. He excused himself and stood to the side as you ordered takeout desserts for him. When he came back his face was contorted to show more of a gloomy expression. He was visibly down and when you got the desserts you brought him to a bench asked him to sit.

He came clean about everything, well, all but one thing. He told you he had a girlfriend he never mentioned and their relationship has been rough for years. It started becoming rocky a year before he met you and admitted to seeing you more that he saw his girlfriend as he was happier and more relaxed around you. You apologized profusely but he told you it wasn’t your fault. He then went on about how his girlfriend got mad at him spending too much time with you and being controlling and that he dumped him in the phone call he just had. What he didn’t tell you was that they had a child on accident and she left the child with him. This would add stress to his life and it was another factor for his breakdown.

During his rant you realized something, he deserved better, and you honestly wanted to be that for him. You came to term with your romantic feelings for him but as much as you wanted him to love you back, you didn’t want to just be some rebound.

After he calmed down he confessed that he loved you and you made him feel more wanted then his girlfriend did. He asked that you accept his feelings but you had to do a double-take. You said that you loved him too but thought that if a relationship would form, it should happen later. You told him you didn’t want to be a rebound and he agreed to wait until he was over his girlfriend to date you.

With that settled, thing went back to normal- well, almost. You noticed he always had something on his mind, always checking up on something every once and a while on his phone. You assumed it was just newfound responsibilities that his ex left with him and didn’t mind it. You did notice he was always redirecting the conversation when it came to going to his place. You never asked before to visit before as you didn’t know if you were close enough but now that he’s single and confessed to you thought it wouldn’t be a problem.

Which brought you to today, it was spring and Mirio was out doing hero things. He promised to spend time with you tonight after a quick shower at his place but you had better plans. You bought a snacks and wanted to wait for him at his place for a spontaneous surprise. Even if you couldn’t get in, it was time to get closer to him and finally see where he lives. You planned to wait in front of his door if it was locked and just surprise him there.

What you didn’t expect was there to be a girl storming out of where you believed was his apartment. She was yelling at her phone about something and you couldn’t help but overhear, “…that child is running circles around me! Seriously, he would not take a rest! That troublesome quirk of his is something I refuse to deal with any longer. I quit! … No I won’t fucking wait for the other one to arrive, I bet she won’t even take a fucking step into that mess” She yelled and hung up. You couldn’t hear as Mirio was on the other line, pleading for her not to leave the child unattended until he could call for another babysitter. As soon as the girl hang up, he rushed home from his office, forcing his sidekick to take over watching the area.

The furious girl stormed passed you and stopped as she turned around and shoved keys to your chest, “Are you the other babysitter? Good fucking luck with that child.” She grumbled while getting into the elevator, leaving you shocked. What were you supposed to do? Leave a child to run around and ruin his parents’ apartment? You checked the number and was surprised when you recognized the number. It was Mirio’s. You remember him bringing his building and number up in two different conversations one time and you were pretty sure this was it.

You walked to the respective door, unlocking it and cautiously walking in. As soon as the door closed a child popped up from the floor. You jumped in surprise as they walked to you and eyed you suspiciously. The blue eyes and blonde hair looked strangely familiar. It then dawned upon you that this boy was a carbon copy of your boyfriend. Was this his child? Was he the reason you were never invited here? Is this why he acted how he did? The thoughts swirled though you mind but was cut off by a teasing voice.

“Are you another one of those mommy replacements my dad keeps forcing here? My mom sucked and left and every other one of you did too. I’ve never seen you before though so maybe you’re new. Guess I’ll just run you out now to make this easier” he huffed and swallowed in a breath before disappearing into the floor. You took a moment to process his words and figured out that his ex was the one who left the child. The boy looked around four or five and he had his quirk already, which he was surprisingly good at using.

He popped up from behind a couch and sat with his arms crossed. “What? Aren’t you gonna chase me?” He questioned. You realized you should contain the child before he could be any more trouble.

“I won’t” you said, crossing your own arms, “Don’t you fall down to the people below’s house when you do that?”

“Nah, I learned how to stop quick enough before I get there” he shrugged, “Now come get me before I break stuff you’ll get blamed for”

“You won’t” you said boldly

“Won’t I?” he threatened

“You won’t, because if you do, all the broken stuff and the stress of others will affect your dad. He pays for this stuff and the caretakers and you running them out just costs more money”

“All he ever does is make money, he doesn’t even spend time with me”

Poor kid, you thought and gave him a sympathetic expression. You sat beside him and pulled him to you as you wrapped an arm around him. “Did you ever tell him that?”

“Huh?”

“D’you ever tell him that you wanted to spend time with him?”

“No but he’s my dad, shouldn’t he already know?” he asked

“True, maybe I should talk to him about that” you said and rubbed his arm, he looked up at you

“You will?” he smiled

“Sure” you said and returned it. You moved away and put your index and thumb together to make a circle. “Wanna play a game?” you asked excitedly.

He nodded quickly with stars in his eyes, “For every five bubbles you pop, you get a cookie”

He agreed and got ready. You blew air through the hole you made and many small bubbles came out. He clapped them one by one, even standing up and reaching for the ones that flew up You stopped blowing and just watched him enjoying himself. He giggled and jumped around, popping bubbles left and right. He fell to the couch and laughed.

“How many’d you get?” you ask and he shrugged, “I wasn’t counting” he replied.

“Well then,” you pulled a box of cookies out of the plastic bag “you get all of them”

“Yay!” he said and grabbed the box. Sitting down, he opened it and pulled a cookie out, then took a big bite. You giggled at his cuteness and wiped some crumbs away with your thumb. He really looked like his dad. To think Mirio wouldn’t tell you about this. Then again, it was very hard to talk about this thing so you understood. You smiled to yourself at the thought of raising this little troublemaker with him. The thought of starting a family with him crossed your mind once or twice but seeing what could actually be warmed your heart. Sure he wasn’t your biological son, or your son for that matter but if he saw you like a mother figure, you could act like one for him. You would spend loads of time with this kid if you could.

“You know, you could be my new replacement mommy if you wanted. You’re way better than the other ones” he gasped, “Maybe you could be my real mommy!”

You choked on your spit. You started coughing as he tried to pat your back. He was mature for his age but his thoughts could seem premature as well

“Do you not want to be?” he looked at you with sad eyes.

Your eyes widened in worry, “No! No, no, no, no, of course I want to be!” you reassured him

“Then do it!” the smile came back to his face

“I would but, you should ask your dad first” you said.

Right on cue the door slammed open to reveal your boyfriend. He looked a mess, still in his hero outfit but he looked drained, like he had been running. His eyes met yours and he saw you sitting with his son. He gasped as you ran over to him. He panicked as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around a corner to his dining area.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about him but if I had a chance with you I thought it would scare you away and I know it’s kind of a bad thing to do but I thought you would understand if I told you later in the relationship but if you don’t wanna be with me anymore I understand and-“

You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a loving kiss, “It’s okay. I’m not leaving you. I like him and I would happily raise him with you if you want that too” you said softly and smiled. He seemed to have calmed down as he held your hands. You pressed your lips to his once more and he held you close. It was as if you were assuring him that you won’t leave him for anything.

You pulled away and looked into his eyes. He sent you a smile that you swore you’ve seen just a few minutes prior. It came to you that his son had that very same smile and it made you more excited to go back and spend more time with him. Just then you heard his voice.

“Eww what are you two doing!?”

#mirio #togata #togata mirio #mirio togata #LeMillion #mirio x reader #togata x reader #togata mirio x reader #mirio togata x reader #lemillion x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines

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shrouded-dreams · 3 years

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Xue Yang, is that you?

So right off the bat I had a weird dream that involved Xue Yang but was set kind of in the real world.

Guess we could say this is:

#Xue Yang Modern AU

Anyway so as is the norm with dream world logic many things change up and don't make sense also I forgot some stuff too cuz I never fully remember them afterwards.

But getting right into it.

Idk what is my job or anything but I was supposed to capture a dangerous criminal who was planning to kill some people. My sister and my cousin were working with me and we had to help whoever he was trying to kill too. So I find the criminal and I'm like

And it was.

Xue Yang was in a building that basically was my house but at the time it wasn't supposed to be my house it was just a building that he was hiding in and my sister, my cousin, and I were supposed to catch him.

We were also supposed to rescue the people he wanted to exterminate. In this case, the Chang sect was replaced by the Wen Remnants. And they were supposed to represent many people but like turned out to just be four. And it was supposed to be Wen Qing, Granny, Uncle Four and A-Yuan. Of course they didn't look anything like them but they represented them I guess...

So somehow I found Xue Yang's hiding spot which was basically just a room in the building. And there's a gap here because I can't remember exactly what happened but the next thing I know is outside of the room there's a long corridor with plastic seats like in a waiting room and my sister, my cousin and I were forced to sit there. We, for some reason, had the airfryer with us. And when he told us to move I asked if we could take it with us cuz we literally just put chicken in it to cook. So he obliged and I picked up the airfryer from where it was and moved it next to me onto a plastic chair.

So while Xue Yang was doing...whatever Xue Yang was doing, we were trying to come up with a plan to rescue the Wen Remnants. So we decided that I would distract Xue Yang and my sister and cousin would go get them.

Of course this plan was doomed to fail. Somehow Xue Yang actually decided he liked me well enough so he was like 'Ah I'll spare you but the rest of them...'

I ended up begging him to let me take my family away while hugging the air fryer, and I said I wouldn't try to stop him just let me have them. Apparently he really did find me amusing or whatever so he agreed.

I am rushing now to get my family out and to come up with a plan that would save the Wen Remnants from him. I somehow got ahead of Xue Yang and managed to make it to the room where the Wen Remnants were. My sister and cousin were there and they were holding onto A-Yuan but looking sad. I was there panicking like hurry help me get them up and we'll make our escape with them. The three who were supposed to be Wen Qing, Granny, and Uncle Four were lying on the big bed in the middle of the room and they were looking really weak.

I went to try and get Granny up and was telling them come on I'm here to help, we don't have much time, lets go.... and she's shaking her head. Then she showed me her wrist and I was horrified. The other two had the same wounds. There was no blood in the dream but it was fairly obvious what it was. Apparently when my sister and cousin warned them about Xue Yang they gave in to their fate and instead of waiting for him to kill them they slit their wrists and were basically dying. They told me to leave them that it was too late for them and I could tell it really was. Xue Yang would come there and find them dead when he arrived. I was distraught cuz I couldn't save them.

A-Yuan was crying and I told my family what Xue Yang agreed to and so we tried to sneak him out as if he was my sister's kid.

So by now the building turned back into looking sorta like my house and we rushed down the corridor and went into my grandmother's room and locked the door. By this time Xue Yang realised that the kid we took wasn't ours and he was really pissed so he decided he was going to burn down the building to get all of us in one shot. He started taking cloth and covering the edges of the door, just shoving it into all the gaps.

Idk why but in dream logic it was supposed to keep the smoke in the room and have us breathe it in and die. In reality sealing up the space would probably really serve to not let smoke in but this is dream world so who knows how that works.

Anyway so idk how he got there but my brother was somehow in the room with us now as if he was always there. Like we didn't think this strange or anything.

I was panicking and like I didn't want to burn to death so I found the keys to the burglar-proofing and unlocked it and opened the window which is actually big enough for us to jump out of. The room however is an upstairs room so we couldn't jump out just like that. I was panicking again and telling them let's see if we can get to the steps on the side of the house and climb down. That would be really dangerous cuz there wouldn't really be anything to hold on to. My brother is telling me to use the middle staircase. I am arguing with him because, what middle staircase? We have one at the front of the house and one at the back but none in the middle.

The dream decided to conveniently provide a staircase that apparently extended out from the middle of the house and we just had to get to it and run down. My brother is there like I told you so.

So we're out of the house and have to try and get somewhere safe. We also have to contact A-Yuan's parents. A-Yuan btw has now become a girl but dream logic made it so that in fact, we always collected a baby girl so there was no change and none of us were questioning the fact that we had a whole different child with us.

I called a number that was supposedly A-Yuan's mother's number and talked to her for a few minutes. His mother turns out to be my past Shakespeare lecturer. Except that lecturer died in real life and in the dream I'm thinking wait isn't this lady dead? And dream logic smoothly compensated by making it that I was talking to A-Yuan's father instead, who had a British accent. But my real consciousness is also questioning this because in real life her best friend (another lecturer of mine) is British but he's not her husband. So the dream made him her husband anyway and a woman's voice came over the phone and she was supposed to be his idk what gf or wife or something.

They're both questioning me and I'm giving them what details I can. We apparently wanted to keep A-Yuan who was very attached to my sister since she was the one holding her when we got away. I think they were letting us keep her but they really grilled us on how we were treating her etc.

I finally hung up the phone and we had to decide where to go from there.

I was finally holding baby girl A-Yuan who was a bit fussy because she was more attached to my sister and I was a bit upset by that because it was me who helped them all get away but my sister was free to hold the baby who then got attached to her.

Then some random woman appeared and was in true dream logic fashion apparently supposed to be with us as a group and she's supposed to be familiar to me but I was already waking up so my mind was questioning everything. She tried to take A-Yuan but A-Yuan really didn't want to go to her and rather stayed with me. Because the baby was upset however I passed her over to my sister because even though I was glad she rather stay with me than the lady I knew she would be more comfortable with my sister. She had gone through an ordeal and I didn't want to stress the poor baby out more.

The lady was berating us for something after that and I remember pointing out that there was a police station just up the hill and a police car was right there. I was almost fully awake by this point and the last thing I remember is that we had decided we were safe or something.

I have no idea what happened to Xue Yang, at some point he just became irrelevant.

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Woke up like huh.

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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Always

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II & Reader]

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I was reminded of a music video that captivated me when I was younger. This dude named Paolo Nutini made a song called Candy and the video followed a wedding from party to the couples night. So I got inspired to do this fluffy angsty thing.

“And welcome to the floor, Mr. and Mrs. Abdul-Mateen!!”

Your loved ones explode in cheers and applause as you and Yahya enter hand in hand into the hall. Spotlights find you both, making you shield your eyes but your giddiness could not be quelled by anything at that moment. You feel Yahya’s hand squeeze yours tighter, and you see him smiling wide down at you.

The crowd is still raucous but all other sounds mute as you see his lips move to say, “You ready, baby?”

Your cheeks ache with happiness as he takes you by your waist and lands a smooch on you that nearly knocks you off your feet. He even had the nerve to get sloppy with tongue which you knew was all for show because sloppy is not a part of his vocabulary.

“Alright bride and groom, come over to the table of honor so we can get toasts started!” Your cousin you hired as emcee instructs over the intercom to break up the PDA.

Yahya pulls away, wiping his mouth and faking embarrassment as he leads you by the hand to your throne at the head of the main table.

Seeing the smiling faces of your whole family fills your heart as you take your seats. Feeling your eyes well up, you pull the folded napkin off your plate to carefully blot the tears away.

Yahya lays an arm across your shoulders whispering in your ear, “You alright?”

You nod wordlessly, patting his leg for confirmation.

“Aww, aren’t they the cutest couple everyone! We haven’t even gotten to the speeches yet and you’re bawling. Girl don’t mess up my beat on you!” Your cousin had also helped with your makeup last minute when the artist arrived an hour and 17 minutes late (you kept count).

You wave your napkin at her to continue as Yahya popped the champagne bottle chilled in front of you, causing yet another whoop from your families. Yahya fist pumps as he pours it expertly into yours and his glasses. Your cousin continues the evening with a musical selection and eventually toasts.

Both sides of your families seemed to have their fair share of comedians.

“It’s about time someone made an honest man out of him! And the fact he doesn’t mind that you’re cuter than him, sends me!” his sister guffaws with the crowd at this crack.

Yahya just shrugs, holding you close next to him.

“It’s true!” You say under your breath.

“You may be cuter, but I still beat you in fashion, hands down,” he retorts.

You sit up and point to yourself. “My titties are SITTING. This hair? LAID. My dress? EXPENSIVE and DESIGNER.”

Yahya rolls his eyes. “See what you did? Talk. While my fit speaks for itself.”

You pick up your champagne glass and level it right under his nose. “Negro, I have half a mind to toss this drink in your face.”

Yahya grabs his glass, wrapping his arm through yours to take a drink while tipping the bottom of yours toward your mouth.

“And that concludes our toasts! To the happy couple!”

You peer at him as he winks at you, taking a slow sip. Eventually you both take a bow and are ushered over to take pictures in the garden area as the DJ spins and the buffet is opened.

The mid afternoon sun was gorgeous against the lush greenery of the environment.

“You still want to take pictures with me? Since I can’t dress worth a damn,” you say in a pitiful tone.

Yahya waves at the photographer. “What’re you talking about?”

You kiss your teeth. “How quickly you forget. Can’t wait to celebrate our anniversary with that memory of yours.”

The photographer greets you both. “Congrats guys. You both look splendid and beautiful and so in love, I could just add you to my Netflix list.”

“Thank you. Where do you want us?” Yahya asks.

The photographer points toward an archway that looks like heaven’s light is misting through it. As you both walk hand in hand up to it, you put on the funk extra hard.

“Now don’t forget to smile real big for me guys. Really revel in the love!”

Yahya and you both smile for some traditional shots, your impatience ticking up with each click of the shutter. The photographer directs you to look at each other and Yahya wraps his arms around your waist as you wrap your around his neck.

“Perfect guys, even got the ring glowing,” the photographer says.

Yahya looks at you with mischievous eyes and an expression like he is holding back a laugh.

You roll your eyes. “Nothing’s funny.”

“You are.”

“It’s not supposed to be. How you gonna tell me I’m ugly on the biggest day of my life?”

“Did I ever say you ugly? In fact I remember confirming that you are cute.”

“And then swiftly saying I dress badly. What bride wants to hear that?”

His fingers run up and down your spine as he sways from side to side, leading you into his rhythm.

“You know what? I gotta say it cuz it’s only right. I am sorry.” Yahya says genuinely.

You sigh deeply. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I called you cute…”

“YAHYA!” You yelp, pulling his ear and making him wince.

“Aww, that’s cute guys. Playful, I like it!” The photographer naively encourages you.

“Ow ow! Ok ok, listen, stop!” Yahya begs until you let go of his lobe. Yahya massages his abused ear and continues.

“I mean I shouldn’t say you’re cute because you’re not. You are...so fine.”

“Oh...shut up.” You say in annoyance.

Yahya holds you closer, gaze lingering on your face. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

“Whatever,” you say in a less aggressive tone.

“And although I would compliment a woman’s mind before their body, yours keeps me distracted from being able to form cohesive thought, and I do apologize for my ways.”

You naturally rub the back of his head, growing softer in his arms. “...Don’t apologize for that.”

Yahya shakes his head, moaning an old spiritual groan. “Noooo ma’am, I must. I am a gentleman at most times, but you bring out a side I can’t shake that is otherwise. And I only say what I said about your clothes because you look best with them off of you.”

You snicker and push away as Yahya laughs out loud at your shyness.

“Come on back here. You done started something, if you’re not in front of me, our photographer is gonna capture a big moment we can’t show our family in the album.”

You feel exactly what he means, holding his face in your hands as you shake your head. “You dirty bastard.”

“That’s your fault, don’t blame me!”

You pull him in for a kiss, becoming intoxicated with his spirit. The things that annoy you can be the same things that pull you out of a funk and you love that about him. His smile, his humor, his sex appeal without even trying and it was all for you until death do you part.

“Gorgeous! Incredible! Steamy!” The photographer cheers, snapping you out of the intimate trance you were under, but Yahya could barely stop himself.

“Save it for later baby,” you tell him in a husky tone, biting your lip over your over naughtiness.

You wipe your lipstick off his lips as he says, “I love you, sweetheart. Always.”

“I love you. Always,” you parrot back.

By the time you both are back in the hall, the part is jumping as your family and friends had their fill of food and drink, stepping to the choreography of the Wobble. The DJ cut the song prematurely to announce the cutting of the cake as Yahya grabbed the knife to cut a sliver and guide it to your mouth. You took a humble bite as the crowd applauds while you cut him a piece. Yahya’s smile lights up as you hold out his piece before shoving it into his lips and nose. The attendees gasp and laugh as the photographer captures the moment of cake being smashed on Yahya’s perfect grin. He is stunned but recovers gracefully, licking some cake off his lips. You clap for him, reaching for a napkin to help clean him but suddenly your body is pulled into his as he plants a kiss on you, making sure to transfer some cake onto you, generating even more laughter from your guests.

You couldn’t help but laugh into him as he dramatically moves his face around yours, bumping your nose with his and parting to see his masterpiece. You both laugh out loud, until finally cleaning your fun away and making it to the dance floor for your first dance.

You can’t keep your eyes off of each other as your song As by Stevie Wonder came on over the speakers. The floating nature of the opening verse makes you feel even more like you’re in a dream. Yahya can’t keep his mouth still, singing along with the lyrics and holding you closer than his own skin. When the chorus picks up, Yahya leads your two step, spinning you around to show you off, hands reaching a little lower than you would usually want in front of family but you didn’t care at all. You made sure to get your solo dance in front of him, shaking your titties and throwing ass on your husband without shame.

Eventually your families joined the dance floor, surrounding you both with congratulations. As the night wore on, it was time to head off for the evening. You both were sent off with well wishes as the DJ continues to spin. Your ride waited outside as you waved and ran to the backseat to be driven to your hotel.

The quiet of the car was odd coming straight out of the party. Your ears rang a little bit and you finally felt the effects of walking around in heels for hours, kicking them off.

Yahya looks over at your feet, pulling your leg up on his lap to rub your feet. “You tired?”

You lean back taking a deep breath. “A little. You?”

Yahya shrugs. “I could stay up a little longer.” He smirks at you in a sneaky way that tells you everything you need to know.

You chuckle, patting his arm. “I know baby, we will. Ooh, just keep rubbing like that.”

“That feels good?” Yahya asks, get right at the soft pad under your toes.

“Ohhh, yes!” You moan, sinking into your seat with pleasure.

“Excuse me! Sex in the cab is prohibited. Please refrain. And congratulations,” the driver says.

You and Yahya share a glance before chuckling at the driver’s mistake. “We got you sir, don’t worry about it. Just can’t keep my hands off my wife.” Yahya responds, taking your other foot onto his lap.

Arriving at the room of your hotel was an obstacle course. The dress and veil is a dead giveaway for strangers to take the time to yell congrats at you both. A wave of relief wash over you as Yahya begins to insert the key and opens the door for you. You start to walk in but he blocks you.

“What? I have to pee, come on,” you hop on your bare feet, whining.

Yahya tosses your shoes inside before looking at you like a disappointed parent.

“You just wanna ruin tradition, huh? As a man I have to carry my lady over the threshold.”

“This isn’t our house or something! It’s just the hotel, carry me later. I have to go, please!”

“Aight, come on.” Yahya bends to scoop you up making you yelp in surprise.

“Dammit, you’re gonna make me pee more!” You squeeze your legs tight and his head tighter as he walks you in.

“I love my baby, pee and all!” he sets you down but you practically jump out of his arms to the bathroom. Hiking up your dress, you plant down and release gratefully. A box sits on the counter across from you with a ribbon on it that intrigues you. Finishing, you get up to open the top to see a frisky negligee and thong set.

You shake your head, picking up the barely there clothing and smiling to yourself over what Yahya must’ve looked like having this picked out ahead of time. Feeling for the zipper on your dress, you get ready to change.

“Baby! The alcohol is getting cold, hurry up! HA!” Yahya laughs in glee, twisting the corkscrew in to work it open. With a pop, he got the glasses filled with some wine.

You open the bathroom door and see him shirtless, pouring the drinks. The room is dead quiet except for the glug of the liquid and you get caught up in his physique. It’s not the first time, but you feel renewed any time you see him from behind. The sculpt of each isolated muscle that embedded his back down to the dips above the waist of his pants barely hanging onto his hips. Although the glasses weigh practically nothing, his arms flexed as if he was keeping the world rotating on its axis.

When he turns to see you, his body tenses, mouth half hanging open. He stumbles to set down the wine as his eyes refuse to leave your direction. You feel so many hormones rushing through your body, it's hard to concentrate on what’s to happen next. It feels like pins are dancing across your skin as excitement works its effects on you, a primal need for him to touch you whilst keeping your distance.

“You look…” Yahya’s voice trails off.

“I can dress now, huh? But you picked it out, so points to you,” you say cooly as you walk over to the waiting glass of wine, bringing it up to your lips as you watch him watch you.

“It’s the best of both worlds: that color on you is spectacular but leaves nothing to the imagination.” Yahya paws at the lace that cups your breast, not quite touching you. You feel your body pull toward him under his light touch, wanting more but you refuse yourself. Looking over at the bed you see the rose petals scattered across the duvet.

“Aww, you decorated?” You walk over to pick up a petal, feeling it’s softness under your fingertips. His hands snake across your stomach, pulling you backwards a bit so that you feel his desire.

Your breath hitches in your throat, resting your hands over his while your hips back into him.

“That’s not the only thing I want on this bed.” Yahya growls into your ear, palming your breast roughly as you feel your body bend over for him.

You’re breathing hard as your body pulsates under his touch, naturally seeking the release he so wants to provide.

“Wait, move a second.” You override your senses to push away from under him, crawling across the bed to sit on the other end. The curtains on the windows still show the city lights in the distance for you to stare into.

“Something wrong?” He asks.

You feel yourself cooling as you get your thoughts together. “The city is gorgeous, ain’t it...Yahya?”

“Yeah it’s nice but what’s on your mind?” Yahya asks, crawling over the bed behind you.

You shrug. “It’s just crazy after all this planning, it’s done. This is it: married life.” You look over your shoulder at him and smirk.

“Well this isn’t all of it yet,” he says, kissing your shoulder, up to your neck. You hold his head, leaning into his lips as his hands reach your waist to pull you back onto the bed.

He pulls your negligee over your head as you lay back, enjoying his mouth grazing every inch of skin, feeling the pull of your underwear as he works his lips down your belly.

“You love me?” You ask breathlessly as your legs lift for him to finish undressing you completely. He looks over your fully exposed form with hunger, running his hands over your thighs.

“I love you, more than you know.”

You reach for the button of pants, helping him take off the unnecessary clothes. As he crawls up to meet between you, you feel your body tense up again.

“I got you.” Yahya says softly, kissing your breasts again.

You claw the width of his back as you feel him tease against you. Your legs wrap around him.

“God, I love you so much, baby.” You moan under him, bringing his face to yours, taking him into you for the first time as man and wife.

“You still taste sweet,” you observe from the remnants of cake he ate earlier.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have reminded me about that. I’m gonna get you back for real now.”

You gleefully accept your fate as Yahya pushes your body's pleasure to its edge. You become one in a new way that shakes you up as he washes away every doubt and worry with each stroke. You tasted his ecstasy on your tongue and you welcomed it warmly. You both had never said I love you so much in one night as you had then, taking in each other's devotion completely, climaxing quicker than you ever had. If this was married life, you could get used to it.

The next morning, the sun bathes you both in a soft glow, waking you. You see the half drank wine on the table across from you and the discarded clothing littering the floor. Yahya’s arms pins you to the bed as you feel the urge to pee. Grabbing his wrist, you hear him groan.

“Don’t you dare leave me in this bed alone.” Yahya says sleepily, pulling you in tighter.

You look back at him amused. “But I have to pee.”

“Again? Damn. I’m starting to think you're just trying to run away from me.”

You turn over to look at him, eyes closed with a dramatic frown. You smack his face playfully.

“Hey. Runaway bride is before the vows. It’s too late for me to do that now.”

He peeks one eye open at you. “You damn right. You my woman now, hitched! Got it?”

“And you my man, you hear me Yahya Abdul-Mateen II?” You say, getting up to scurry to the toilet.

“That’s right Mrs. Abdul-Mateen! Madly in love! Head over heels...like how I had your heels over your head last night...”

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whatisthiscontentyouspeakof · 4 years

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The One Where They Know (Rough)

Chapter One: Can’t The First Day of School Every End Well?

Marinette left her house that morning with a full box of Macaroons and the hope that this year wouldn’t be as bad nor as Chloé filled as the year before. Then she just missed the light to cross the school, dashing her hopes of making it to school early. Then she helped an older man across the street, which she was happy to do since she didn’t want him being hit by a car, but she ended up dumping her box of Macaroons all over the ground. On the plus side some of them made it through the fall. She offered the older man one before running towards the school, determined not to be late on the first day of school.

She bolted up the stairs of the building to get to her classroom just in time to see Mrs. Bustier asking Nino Lahiffe, a boy who’d she had shared classed with since before she even knew the name Chloé Bourgeois.

A well manicured hand smacked down on her desk. Speak of the devil, good bye to a relaxing quatrième. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Chloé said, emphasizing each part of her name.

“Ugh, here we go again.” Marinette couldn’t help but say as she slumped her shoulders. God, it was bad enough that she had to deal with Chloé all the time as Ladybug but she couldn’t have just one year without the entitled bratty blond.

“That’s my seat.” Chloé said, sounding just as bratty as she did every other year.

Marinette was too tired to deal with this bull. Even so she tried to reason with the blond. “But Chloé, this has always been my seat.”

“Not anymore,” Chloé’s minions, she meant Sabrina, said sledding onto the bench beside her. “New school, new year, new seats.”

“So why don’t you just go and sit beside that new girl over there,” Chloé said, pointing to were a dark-skinned girl was sitting, the same spot Chloé and Sabrina usually sat.

“But-“ Marinette started to say, trying to pull together enough energy to protest.

“Listen,” Chloé said, speaking over her. “Adrien is arriving today, and since that’s” she pointed to the spot in front of Marinette, “going to be his seat, this is going to be my my seat. Got it.”

“Who’s Adrien?” she couldn’t help but ask. The only Adrien she knew was her Adrien, and no way he’d be friends with someone like Chloé.

The didn’t seem like the right thing to say as Chloe burst out laughing, Sabrina just half a second behind her.

“Can you believe she doesn’t know who Adrien is,” Chloe said to Sabrina. She turned back to Marinette. “What rock have you been living under?

“He’s only a famous model,” Sabina said, adding her two cents to the conversations.

“And I am his best friend.” Chloe said, putting a hand to her chest. “He adores me.”

Was anyone even sure this Adrien guy even existed, Marinette couldn’t help but wonder to herself. She didn’t know anyone who’d be friends with Chloe, not even Sabrina, since she was more of a lackey then anything.

“Go on, more!” Chloe ordered.

“Hey!” The new girl was not standing behind Chloe. “Who elected you queen of seats?”

“Oh, look Sabrina,” Chloe said in a mocking tone as she leaned against Marinette’s desk. She then got up in the girls face. “We got a little do-gooder in the class this year. What are you going to super newbie, shoot beams at me with your glasses.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” the girl said before reaching down and grabbing Marinette’s arm. “Come on.”

Marinette tried to keep up with the confident girl, grabbing her macaroons and bag. Unfortunately in the scramble to get her stuff she forgot about the step between the two seat levels and, in classic Marinette fashion, face planted. Marinette started apologizing under her breath out of habit, picking up the macaroons that had fallen as Chloe and Sabrina laughed in the background.

“Alright, has every found a seat?” Mrs. Bustier asked. Sometimes Marinette wished her teacher would help out instead of just sitting back and watching, but then again, most the staff here wouldn’t dare say a thing against Chloe since her dad is the mayor.

Marinette just looked how at her macaroon box which was now essentially empty of any eatable cookies from the two falls. So much for having a treat to share with her classmates.

“Chillax girl, no biggie,” the new girl said to her.

“I so wish I could handle Chloe the way you do,” Marinette said. A part of her felt like she recognized the girl sitting beside her. Maybe she’d seen her at the bakery.

“You mean the way Majestia does it. She says ‘all that is necessarily for the triumph of evil is that good people to do nothing’.” The girl said. She spun Marinette around to point to Chloe. “Well that girl over there is evil and we are the good people, we can’t let her get away with it. Do you think Ladybug or Chat Noir let anyone get away with acting like that?”

Yes. Not that Marinette could say that. Akuma’s seemed so much easier to face then Chloe, even when she wasn’t sleep deprived. At least Akuma victims weren’t in control of their actions.

“Well that’s easier said then done.” Marinette said instead. “She likes to make my life miserable.”

“That’s cuz you let her girl, you just need more confidence.” The new girl said.

Marinette couldn’t help but smile. Chat Noir had said the same thing, and if this girl was giving her the same kind of advice that her partner did, then she was someone that Marinette wanted to get to know. She reached down and pulled out the only macaroon left that wasn’t destroyed. She broke it in half and reached one out to the girl. “Marinette.”

“Alya,” the new girl said, taking the macaroon half.

Marinette’s eyes widened. “As in the Ladyblogger!” she said finally realizing why the girl had seemed familiar. “I knew I recognized your face but my parents own a bakery and I just thought I must of seen you during one of my shifts.”

Alya covered her mouth her hand so she didn’t spew out any cookie remnants as she spoke. “I think you may be one of the first people who’ve recognized me outside of an Akuma attack.” she said.

“I think you may have to get used to it,” Marinette said, remembering how many views she’d seen on the page visit counter the last time she’d looked. “You’re blog has really hit a spike in views this past week. saw one comment say you’re the only news source out there that doesn't overshadow Ladybug and Chat Noirs achieves with political BS. I doubt I’m going to be the last person to recognize you.”

“Oh girl, your too nice. I’m still a far way off from being internet famous.” Alya said, a slight blush covering her cheeks. She was obvious proud of her blog, even if she didn’t seem to realize how close she was going to her blog being a household name, at least in Paris.

“For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Ms. Bustier,” The red headed teacher continued from at the front of the classroom. “I’ll be your teacher this year.”

Marinette stop listening as Ms. Bustier went through the stuff she said every year, instead focusing on getting her stuff sorted out on her desk, even though she knew they probably wouldn’t be doing much actually work today. Ms. Bustier wasn’t the type of teacher to just jump into things, like Ms. Mendeleiev.

“Now some things are going to be a bit different this year compared to last year.” Ms. Bustier said and Marinette decided to pay attention again, just in case it was important. “Now as I’m sure you’re all aware, just before the end of last year a super villain, Hawkmoth appeared. Now, we as a school, didn’t have much planned for how to deal with the situation or how we could help, but over the summer a few of us got together and brained stormed. Starting at the beginning of every class of the day, I’m going to run you through a short meditation before each one of us is going to say something nice about another classmate. Now I know that some of you are new to the class and don’t know anyone yet do today I just want everyone to say something they want to accomplish this year. That way each and every one of you have something to look forward to.”

Not the worse idea all things considered, Marinette thought. Though a part of her thought they’d run less of chance of being Akumatized if the teachers did something about Chloe and her behaviour. But who knows, maybe the meditation was just a start, maybe the staff would try a new approach with Chloe this year.

After they went through their meditations, which had involved a lot of giggling at first before the class settled down for the last minute. Marinette hoped that, after awhile, they’d be able to settle down quickly and have everyone take mediation serious. There hadn’t been a lot of youth Akumas but school had also been out for a majority of the time Hawkmoth had been around, but school was open again and that meant bullies had all their targets in one place. If her fellow kids learned how to calm down and keep a cool head, maybe she wouldn’t have to worry about fighting any of her classmates.

Ms.Bustier clapped her hands together. “Now that we’ve all found our centres and are calm, why don’t we go through and each say what we want to accomplish this year. Chloe, why don’t you start?”

Chloe, who had just started to file her nails, sighed. “I guess. Obvious my goal for the year is to have a sit down with Ladybug since she’s the best and I’m obviously the best.”

“What about you Ivan?” Ms. Bustier asked.

Ivan kind of glowered, muttering something under his breath about being more social outside of school.

“That’s great Ivan. What about you Alya? Is there anything as a new student that you want to accomplish?” Ms. Bustier asked.

“Not really. School’s school, you know.” Alya said with a shrug. “I’d love to have an interview with Ladybug for my blog however. That would be so awesome.”

“Look at that, you and Chloe both have a goal involving Ladybug. Maybe the two of you could sit down and see if you have anything else in common. Maybe you’ll end up becoming friends.” Ms. Bustier suggested.

“Doubt it,” both Alya and Chloe scoffed.

Ms. Bustier frowned but moved on. “Juleka, what do you want to accomplish this year?”

Much like Ivan, most of what Jukela said wasn’t heard by the rest of the class because of her mumbling but Marinette heard something about curses, photos and modelling.

“That’s great Juleka, maybe you can also see about speaking up more in class,” Ms. Bustier offered, most likely haven’t had heard anything the goth had said. “What about you Marinette?”

Marinette smiled at her teacher. “I think I just want to get as good of a grade in science as I did last year.” she said. “And focus more on my designing in my spare time, maybe even sell some things.”

“I’m sure you’ll be able accomplish that,” Ms. Bustier said. “Mylène, what about you?”

“I’d love to do more environmental volunteer work,” Mylène said.

“That’s amazing Mylène, I’m sure you’ll make a great impact on Paris,” Ms. Bustier said smiling. “Max, what do you want to accomplish?”

“I plan on taking back my title of top of the year,” Max said, pushing his glasses up. Marinette just shrugged, he was welcomed to the title, no way was she going to have enough time to try and get that title again this year, nor did she need that kind of stress in her life on top of saving Paris on a weekly basis.

“Well if previous years are anything to go by, I’m sure you’ll be able to reclaim your title.” Ms. Bustier said. “Alix, what about you?”

“I so plan on winning this years Rollerblade Marathon,” Alix said. “No one’s going to get in my way this year. Not with all the practice I’ve been putting in.”

“I’m sure you’ll succeed.” Ms. Bustier said. “Nathaniel what about you?”

Nathaniel shrunk under the attention, but his voice was clear when he spoke. “I’ve, ah, been working on doing some sketches for a comic. I’d love to find a writer to work with.”

“Maybe if you get a writer to work with, you’d be able to publish your work in the school news paper,” Ms. Bustier suggested. “Nino, what about you?”

Nino shrugged. “i don’t know. Work on my music, maybe make some short films. Enter a competition or two.”

“That sounds like great fun,” Ms. Bustier said. “Rose, what about you?”

“Oh there’s so much I want to do but if I have to pick just one….” Rose said. “I think I’d agree with Mylène, I want to do more volunteer work and help out the people of Paris and others less fortunate.”

“Maybe you and Mylène can do some environmental work together, maybe even put together a club for all the other kids at school who want to help out Paris.” Ms. Bustier said. “Kim, what do you want to do?”

“There’s some vacancies on the swim team this year, and since I am going to make the team, I’d like to get gold at Nationals,” Kim said confidently.

“Well you’ve always been good at sports so I’m sure you’ll make the team.” Ms. Bustier agreed. “And finally, Sabrina, what do you want to accomplish this year.”

Sabrina smiled up at the teacher. “I’m obviously going to help Chloe reach her goal of having a sit down with Ladybug. Maybe once she sees how awesome Chloe is she’ll make Chloe a hero as well.”

“Not likely,” Alya muttered.

“Tell me about it,” Marinette agreed.

“Well…that’s great Sabrina. Though maybe you should think of a goal that’s more personal, that doesn’t involve anyone else,” Ms. Bustier suggested. “Now onto the lesson. This year the school has provided iPads for each of you to use. Starting tomorrow you’ll each be given an iPad to use for class before giving it back to me at the end of the day so I can charge it for the next day. Until then we’re going to continue doing this old school. If everyone could come up and get a textbook from the front we can start.”

The bell rang, signalling the end to their class.

“Those of you who have PE, Mr. D’Argencourt is expecting you at the stadium.” Ms. Bustier said. “The rest of you can head over to the library.”

“KIIIMMMM!” A yell interrupted Ms. Bustier. Marinette glanced back to see Ivan preparing to deck Kim who looked was looking back at him with a smug grin, as if his reaction was what Kim had been going for.

“Ivan!” Ms. Bustier called out to him sharply. “What is going on?”

“It’s Kim,” Ivan said, as it explained anything, before forcing on Kim again as he brought his fist back to punch the athlete. “You’re do gonna get it.”

“Ivan!” Ms. Bustier said, once again stopping him from punching Kim. “Go to the principles office!”

Ivan grumbled in anger but didn’t protest. He crunched up the piece of paper he’d been holding in his hand and stocked out of the room.

Marinette watched him go, hoping he’d cool off by the time he got to the principles office. She really didn’t need an Akuma on her first day of school, especially not one of her classmates. Normally she would try and go after him but she had promised her parents she’d try not to be so late all the time, and she at least wanted to keep true to that for a bit before being a superhero destroyed her time management skills. Anyways, Ivan was really a big softy under all the exterior. She was sure he’d stop be angry before Hawkmoth could try and Akumatize him.

Since there really wasn’t anything for them to work on in the library quite yet, Marinette allowed Alya to gush about her favourite superheroes, both from comics (Majestia) and from real life (toss up between Ladybug and Wonder Woman). She had even shown Marinette some footage she had edited out from Akuma battles, of Ladybug and Chat Noir throwing jokes at each other. She was waiting to collect more so she could make a video just of them and all the silly names they call each other.

BOOM!

The group shook violently enough to throw Marinette and Alya from the seats they were sitting and onto the floor.

What were the chances that came from something other then an Akuma? And if it were an Akuma, that it wasn’t Ivan.

Alya got up to her feet before Marinette, grabbing her arm with a ‘Come on’ and dragging her towards the screen that displayed the schools security cameras. A bunch of concern students were already crowding around them, trying to get visual on the Akuma so they could know if they were safe or not.

The one camera showed a stone Akuma standing in a crater just outside the school steps.

“KIIIMMM!” The Akuma, who sounded just like Ivan, yelled.

“Isn’t that the kid from class?” Alya asked her, sounding excited.

“Ivan, yeah.” Marinette said, trying to think of a way to get somewhere safe to transform.

“This is the first time I’ve actually been in the same building as someone who’d been Akumatized. I got to go follow him! My first chance of filming an Akuma, essentially from the beginning.” Alya, in her excitement, didn’t wait for Marinette to say anything, instead rushing out of the library.

Marinette just sighed, surely coming to the realization that her new friend may give her a heart attack, or at least a few grey hairs. She didn’t go after her though, instead heading out to find somewhere to transform, making a note to herself to keep an eye out for the blogger so she didn’t get in trouble.

Marinette slipped into her homeroom, which was empty and had window access, always a bonus, and opened up her purse. Tikki flew up to face level.

“Ready to go Tikki?” Marinette asked. Her Kwami let out a cute ‘uh-huh’, and Marinette smiled. “Alright then, Tikki, spots on!”

Marinette leaned her head back feeling her transformation taking over. She had found it weird in the beginning that the magic that overtook her as she transformed, also made her do a stereotypical Magical Girl transformation, but now she had come to accept it, just relaxing and allowing the magic to flow through her. At least her little transformation dance didn’t seem to be visible to anyone, nor did it seem to take anytime since the same thing that was happening when she called for the transformation, was still happening when she transformed as if no one had moved.

The pink light faded leaving Marinette in her same old Ladybug outfit. Not that it really mattered right now but, during an Akuma dry spell, Marinette had decided that she didn’t overly care for her hero outfit. After she let something slip to Chat, who’d mention that Plagg had told him that he could change his outfit, he just needed to visualize it, she had been wanting to design something a little less basic and childish. Of course, she just needed to find the time and inspiration to do just that. Oh well, until then, her original Ladybug outfit would work just fine, after all, you can’t go wrong with classics.

Ladybug swung away from the school, keeping an ear out for both her partner and for this Akuma. At least she knew Ivan was after Kim, who’d be at the stadium today, so she at least knew what way to head.

“Milady!” Chat Noirs voice called out to her. Ladybug landed on a rooftop before turning and looking for her partner. She found him a few roof tops away; one baton ride later and he joined her on the roof. “So much for a first day of school. How many do you think are going to close down?”

“Defiantly Collège Françoise Dupont,” Ladybug said. “The Akuma originale there. It’s a student who’s going after another student who is currently at Parc des Princes. The this news blogger who apparently just started there so she’s been sharing footage of the entire thing.”

“The Ladyblogger?” Chat Noir asked. Ladybug nodded, looking a little surprised. “I may of obsessively research anything to do with us. Her content is good, though it’d be better if she wasn’t trying to figure out our identities. Should we look at the footage to see where they are?”

Ladybug just looked as him. “I’m pretty sure a giant stone being is going to be hard to miss.” she said dryly.

Chat Noir just smiled at her. “Bet I could find him before you.”

Ladybug just smirked at him before tossing her yo-yo and flying through the air.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” She could hear Chat Noir yelling behind her. She just laughed.

It took another three swings through the air, and Chat Noir catching up with her, before either of them could hear the stone Akuma walking. Surprisingly he was almost to the stadium. Apparently being made of stone hadn’t slowed Ivan down at all. Ladybug was about ready to swing down and distract the akuma when a few police cars pulled up.

“Great,” Chat Noir said sarcastically. Akuma battles always went better when law enforcement didn’t get involved. Sure, some police officers, like Sabrina’s dad, were helpful and tried to stay out of the way as soon as the two got on the scene but others had quickly decided that they knew better then the young heroes and the two of them often had to waste time trying to get a majority of them to safety.

Chat Noir made a more to head down to ground level but Ladybug held an arm out. “Let’s just wait a moment. See if we can figure anything out while the police distract him.”

Chat Noir nodded, resting against his baton as Ladybug crouched down to get a better view.

“Akuma, I order you to stand down! If you do not then my officers will be forced to shoot!” Lieutenant Léon Roux yelled through a megaphone as if that would actually do anything. Ladybug and Chat Noir met each others gazes and rolled their eyes.

The stone Akuma just continued to head towards the stadium, not even pausing to give the police the time of day.

“Ready!” Lieutenant Roux yelled. “FIRE!”

The police officers around him started to open fire on the Akuma much to the annoyance of Ladybug and Chat Noir. The two of them weren’t worried about the Akuma. They had quickly figured out that when an Akuma ignored the police, it generally meant that they didn’t view them as a threat, that nothing they could do could harm them.

Sure enough the stone Akuma just seemed more annoyed then anything as a yellow light encased him causing him to double, if not triple, in size. Well that was interesting. Ladybug really hoped that the rumours the other police officers, the ones who let the two heroes actually do their job, had told her, were true. That Lieutenant Roux was moving out of Paris to another department within France and that an officer was being promoted. Especially if it was office Raincomprix like a majority of rumours said.

“We’ll have to try and avoid hitting the akuma directly,” Ladybug said aloud even though her partner had probably realized this himself. They had learned early on that communication was key in this line of work. “Any idea where the Akuma is?”

“Not yet milady.” Chat Noir said. He looked at the surrounding area. “News on scene.”

Ladybug looked around and sure enough, she could see not just Alya, who was crouched behind one of the police cars filming, but Nadja with her camera crew just across the street. The two of them would have to make sure when the engaged the Akuma that they didn’t end up putting any civilians in danger.

“Come on,” Ladybug said to Chat Noir as the Akuma was nearing the entrance. The two of them stealthily made their way to the top of the stadium and then down to the field below.

“Do you see the students?” Ladybug asked. Even if her partner couldn’t, he had way better hearing and lets face it, kids sucked at keeping quiet. At least they had realized the Akuma was heading their way and had hid.

“Ladybug!” A voice called out to her. She turned and saw Rose who had popped up from behind one of the chairs. Slowly she saw Max, Alix, Nino, Kim, Jean, Aurore, Mirellie, Allegra, Claude poke their heads up from behind seats. Well that was easy.

“An Akuma is about two seconds away from busting in here,” Chat Noir said.

“Everyone head towards the change rooms and take the emergency exit out. Chat Noir and I will take care of the Akuma,” Ladybug ordered. Her fellow students were quick to escape, having seen enough Akuma battles on the news to known things ended up going the best when people listened to the local heroes. The last kid ran down the tunnel where the change rooms were right as the Akuma burst through the stadium doors.

“KIIIMMM!” He yelled. “So who’s the wuss now?!”

The Akuma looked around to see only her and Chat Noir standing there. “Where’s KIIMMM!” he demanded.

“Not here. Sorry. Maybe try again tomorrow.” Chat Noir said, his tone light.

That seemed to anger the stone being, who swatted at Chat Noir. The two heroes jumped apart to avoid the giant stone fist.

“Ivan, do you really think squishing Kim is going to make anything better?” Ladybug asked, trying to see if she could spot the Akuma. She had an idea but wanted to see if she was right before calling for her Lucky Charm.

“I’m not Ivan anymore. I’m Stoneheart.” The Akuma yelled, smacking his hand down to try and flatten her. She dived to the side and rolled back to her feet.

Stoneheart headed towards the tunnel he’d seen a student run through when he had first came in.

“Chat Noir! I know where the akuma is!” Ladybug yelled pointing to the tunnel. Chat Noir got what she meant.

“Cataclysm!” He yelled rushing the tunnel. He ran his hadn't along the tunnel entrance, causing it to collapse. If Stoneheart wanted to get through, he’d have to bulldoze his way through and that would take time. Chat Noir propelled himself into the air, landing beside her. “What’s the plan?”

“Every time Stoneheart has gone to smack us or the police he’s being using his left hand.” Ladybug explained.

“You think he’s holding the Akumatized object in his right hand.” Chat Noir finished.

“Yep. So all we need to do is get him to open it. Lucky Charm!”

She flung her yoyo up into the air. As if flew back down to her so did a red and black wetsuit.

“It is a lovely day to go swimming but I don’t believe that now is the time,” Chat Noir said.

Why couldn’t she ever get a Lucky Charm that made sense. She knew it was part of being a ladybug holder to figure things out and be creative but her life would be so much easier if her Lucky Charms were straight to the point.

Ladybug glanced around trying to see how she could make this work. She needed Stoneheart to open his fist. The wetsuit had closed off hands and feet. A hose was by her feet and Alya had snuck in behind Stoneheart and had crouched down right by where the hose tap was. Ladybug smiled as she looked at her partner.

She wrapped the neck of the wetsuit around the hose so that it was secure and leak proof. She spun her yoyo around Chat Noirs legs, just above his ankles where his ‘boots’ ended. “Don’t resist, just trust me, okay?”

“Always miiiiiilaaaady!” Chat Noir yelled, his normal nickname for her get starched out as she pulled on her yoyo, yanking his feel from under him and swinging him through the air and right in Stonehearts fist.

For the first time Ladybug realized that, with how big Stonehearts hands were, he wouldn’t be able to take their miraculous’ even if he had gotten them in a position to do so. With a wide smile she jumped through the air. “Catch me if you can!” she taunted.

The orders of getting them beat out over Stonehearts need to protect his akumatized object, just like she had planned. With a grunt Stoneheart trapped her in his other fist, a black crumpled piece of paper, that was vaguely rock shaped, falling to the ground.

“And now, Alya the tap!” Thank her lucky stars that Alya instantly knew what she meant, rushing to the hose tap. The hose started filling up the wetsuit, expanding it. Within seconds the suit was so big it forced Stonehearts hand open, releasing her.

Ladybug quickly dashed towards the akumatized object on the ground and stomped on it releasing the Akuma butterfly. She went to take her yoyo out and catch it to purify it only to hear a shout behind her.

“Aim!” She heard Lieutenant Roux say. She turned and saw a handful of police officers in the doorway aiming their guns at Stoneheart, who she knew was seconds away from transforming back into Ivan.

“Wait!” She yelled jumping in the way.

“Little missy, we’ve had enough of your little games. It’s time we dealt with these Akumas ourselves.” Lieutenant Roux said. He turned back to the officers that had followed him in. “Get ready boys.”

“We already got the Akuma!” Ladybug said firmly. As if to confirm it she saw a yellow light behind her and could hear Chat Noir yelp as he dropped to the ground now that Stoneheart was a normal human size. “If you had fired, you would have hit an innocent child.”

“Innocent my ass. Paris is sick of being terrorized! Sick of these monsters. They should be charged as terrorists!” Lieutenant Roux said. A few of his officers looked like they agreed but a couple looked uncomfortable.

“Be careful,” Chat Noir said, coming to stand by her side, “or you might be Hawkmoths next victim if you get any more worked up.”

Lieutenant Roux just growled at him.

“Meouch,” Chat Noir said, unfazed.

“Do you really think Paris will stand by your view point?” Alya called out to the officer, her phone still up.

Lieutenant Roux glared at her. “Hand over your phone right this instant young lady!” he ordered. “It’s evidence of terrorism.”

“Go ahead,” Alya said, unfazed much like Chat Noir had been. “It’s been live streaming to my blog this entire time so if you really want the video you can just go there.”

Lieutenant Roux was close to turning completely red with anger but before he could do anything his phone rang. He looked at his phone before paling and heading towards the exit, signalling for his officers to follow him.

Ladybug turned to Alya. “Be careful and keep an eye out. If he does get akumatized he may go after you.” she warned Alya before beeping filled the air.

“We need to go,” Chat Noir said. The two waved goodbye before heading up over the stadium wall, with Ladybug grabbing the wetsuit on the way, and to a nearby roof.

Chat Noir smiled at her. The two of them reached hands out with a ‘Pound it’ that was quickly becoming common for them. Ladybug reached down to grab the wetsuit and throw it into the air when a thought hit her, causing her to gasp in horror.

“Milady are you okay?” Chat Noir asked.

“The Akuma.” She whispered. “I didn’t catch the Akuma.”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #fanfiction #The One Where They Know #ml fanfiction #fanfic #ml fanfic #story #marinette #adrien #alya #nino #known idenities #identify reveal #dc universe exists here #not maribat #not daminette #batfamily may appear #First Chapter

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lilithmulciber · 3 years

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Lilith Mulciber Intro

BASICS

★ BIRTH DATE / 27 February, 1960 ★ BLOOD STATUS / Pureblood ★ PRONOUNS & IDENTITY / she/her; cisfemale ★ FACECLAIM / Bahar Sahin

ACADEMICS & ROOMING

★ PRIMARY SCHOOL / Cambridge Academy, 1978 ★ ACADEMIC PURSUITS / Spellcasting degree, Charms cohort ★ HOUSE & YEAR / Slytherin, 2nd year ★ ROOMING ARRANGEMENT / The Wimbourne House, Hemlock Room

EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES

★ Duelling Club ★ Junior Witches’ League

POINTS OF INTEREST

★ Lilith Deirdre Mulciber came early in February of 1960. Her premature birth would be the only time Lilith would be in a rush for the rest of her life. The Mulcibers were just recently married themselves, after Mrs. Mulciber’s recent release from Azkaban. Elias Mulciber took her underneath his helpful wing and promised her a life she’d desired all of hers. Lilith and her mother were always adorned in the latest fashions and jewels, were granted large bedrooms in a huge manor, and had every necessity at their very fingertips. It’s as though Elias spoiled them as a means of protection, to keep them occupied, to stop Mrs. Mulciber from ever doing anything again that could disrupt this lifestyle. It was no secret her past was murky, but she’d also given birth in prison, granting Lilith an older sister. Her mother was always open with her tales of prison, because she always defended her reason for being there, which Lilith believed, despite being shocked at the news of an older sister.

★ Late August, Lilith was seduced down Knockturn Alley by a calming voice. It led her to Borgin and Burke’s. There she spoke with Mr. Burke, who knew of the mission she was on, and handed over a helpful portkey. Within seconds, she was being whisked away somewhere far off and magical. The beaches were sandy when she arrived, the ocean so blue. But the palace she stood in, that gold palace she would never forget. It felt too true to be paradise and that’s when Voldemort reveal himself to her, greeting Lilith for the first time. He sought ought greatness and loyalty and offered her a mission. She was mystified by his presence, and blindly agreed. Soon after, Lilith was given her mark. Lilith’s father works closely with the Dark Lord and had he known about this, would have objectified. He wanted to be the sole provider for his family. Lilith has yet to tell him.

★ It came down to one exam grade, between Lilith and Hogwarts. She had the money to attend, but she had never exactly had the grades, even coming from somewhere as prestigious as Cambridge. They decided to accept, upon Lilith making a bleak promise that she would study harder because she wanted to further her education. Learning was something she wanted to enjoy, because nobody had control over it, except -- it seemed her brain did. Lilith suffers from undiagnosed dyslexic, causing some things to come to her slower. It’s frustrated her endlessly for years, witnessing how easy school came to her classmates and friends. But that only made her put her head down and buckle down more.

TRAITS

✓ dedicated; methodical; forthright ✗ complaintive; irascible; uncharitable

OKAY OTHER THINGSSS. this is going to be the, yes the, mulciber. so watch out y’all, the gang’s back together. come at me snape + avery. this is me shouting out! if there are any past mulciber plots you’d like to keep, come hmu and we can work that out in a jiff.

she IS a death eater!! the mission she underwent to prove her loyalty is still a secret rn, until it comes out on the dash one day. whenever that is, it’s a surprise cuz idk when that would be.

does struggle with school, but takes it VERY seriously if anyone wants to be a tutor or study buddy for the subjects she’s in. her classes are listed here on her about page!!

i know this isn’t my first time playing a real life death eater, but it feels like it is, so i’m super nervous!! so hang tight with me as as i get a hang of things with her <3

participates in duelling club to brush up on her spell work, always, and her non verbals. and in JWL because mulciber is all about forming bonds with ppl! so jwl people, get at me, too. lilith is the most uncharitable person ever and is probably dragging her feet and rolling her eyes big time about these new changes in club. It’s Not Right™.

is a pisces sun; aries moon; & sagittarius rising so i’m sorry in advance basically

can b a cruel prankster so if she has pulled this on you or you wanna plot for the future hmu

& that’s all i can think of rn so hmu for connections. friendships, enemies, everrryythaaang

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takingcourage · 5 years

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Spilling Guts

Pairing: Thomas x MC

Word Count: 3,500

Summary: Allison invites Thomas and Luz to take part in an autumn tradition with Kira.

Note: Apologies for the awful title. I blame Luz.

Also, this may read as a little bit AU since it was written prior to today’s chapter. I hope you enjoy! 😊

The worst part about fifth-floor apartment life was the climb. On most days, the stairs left Allison mildly winded. During grocery hauls, even the luxury of the elevator didn’t make up for the extended time required to carry bags of canned goods or gallons of milk.

It was much, much worse when her cargo happened to be four giant pumpkins.

Lumbering out of the tiny elevator, Allison balanced a pumpkin on each hip. Their weight seemed even heavier with the sight of the hallway still looming ahead. Holding back her grimace, she readjusted her hold and walked purposefully toward their apartment.

She couldn’t say for sure what had compelled her to purchase so many pumpkins. In years past, she and Kira had been content with just a pair. Maybe it was because the grocery store had marked them down to two for the price of one. Maybe it was because there had been three that were too perfect to choose between.

Or maybe, she contemplated, kicking their front door open the rest of the way. Maybe you had ulterior motives.

“Did you ask them yet?”

Kira’s question came before she’d even passed over the threshold. Casting an inquiring look at her daughter, Allison continued toward the kitchen table. She deposited the pumpkins with their fellows, then shook out her arms out to release the tension. With a showy sigh, she turned to face her daughter.

“While I was carrying pumpkins? I may be an incredible multitasker, but even I am not that talented.”

Kira considered her over the canned vegetables she was arranging on the bottom shelf of their little pantry. “You should do it now.”

“Excuse me, kiddo! Since when do you tell me what I should do?”

The side of Kira’s lip quirked up with a smile. “Please?”

Even if Allison hadn’t planned to send the invitation, the look on her daughter’s face would have been enough to change her mind. “Well, I suppose,” she paused to brush the part of her child’s hair back into a straight line. “But only because you asked nicely.”

That is such a lie, Allison admitted to herself as she fished the phone out of her back pocket. Angling to hide her smile, she started tapping out the requested message:

Hey, Thomas. Are you and Luz free this afternoon?

His response came seconds later:

Our schedule is clear. 🙂 What did you have in mind?

Some good old-fashioned pumpkin carving. We hit the jackpot buying groceries today.

Luz will be thrilled. What time?

As soon as you’re free. Kira’s pretty eager to get started.

We’ll be there within the hour.

I’ll put some cider on.

I’ll bring some rum?

Perfect. 👍

“They’re coming?”

“They are,” Allison responded, slipping the phone back into her jeans.

Having finished with the groceries, Kira was seated at the table with a dark orange marker in hand. Her eyes narrowed to a squint as she placed a meticulous trio of dots on the thick, ribbed skin of her chosen pumpkin.

“I thought those markers were for homework, not pumpkin art.”

Kira’s gaze remained on the fruit before her, though she eventually offered a response. “I’ve got to get the pattern right before I start making the holes. If I don’t, I might mess it up!”

“Speaking of,” Allison began, leaning down to retrieve a saucepan from the oven drawer. “You should probably go over to Levi’s before Thomas and Kira get here.”

“Oh yeah!” Despite her initial fervor, the rest of Kira’s response was more subdued.“I’ll go in just a minute. I want to finish this asterism first.”

Shaking her head, Allison turned back to the stove.

By the time Kira darted into the hallway, she’d brought the cider to a low simmer. It was just the store-bought stuff, but Allison had a perfect track record of turning even that into something spectacular. Eyeing the mixture, she popped up the lid and tossed in another length of orange peel. Her nose wrinkled pleasantly at the steamy array of spice that drifted into her nostrils.

At least some part of their home felt festive. Almost imperceptibly, her thoughts shifted to the memories of the tiny apartment they had left months before.

In the years they’d lived there, the two of them had compensated for the lack of trees outside their window by taking frequent trips to the park at the end of the street. Every October, Kira would scour the ground for perfect leaves and the two of them would spend an entire afternoon stringing them up with a skein of yarn. Their results were haphazard, but Alison felt a pang of longing for the simplicity of those hours.

Briefly, she’d entertained the idea of continuing that tradition in their new home. More than ever before, she needed quality time with Kira. But she also knew how tacky it would look to the outside world. Nostalgia or no, she didn’t think her ex would find the practice very charming, and she sure wasn’t going to give him anything to use against her.

In Goldcliffe, pumpkins would have to do.

A knock on the door startled her before her musings could become too somber.

Kira stood in the opening, balancing a heavy toolbag between both hands.

“He gave you the whole thing?” Allison confirmed with surprise.

“Yep.” Kira sauntered in, dropping the full bag next to the seat she’d been occupying at the table.

“Even after you told him what you were planning to use the screwdrivers for?”

“Yeah. He wants to see the pumpkin when I’m done with it though.” She sat down nonchalantly and resumed her stippling. “And he said they’ve been through worse.”

“Did you ask him what kind of seeds he wants?”

“He wants it to be a surprise.”

“Can do.”

A rap at the door attracted their attention. Pumpkin momentarily forgotten, Kira leapt through the kitchen and toward the peep hole to get a glimpse of their visitors. Shaking her head, Allison lingered back and checked to see that the cider was still gently bubbling.

Luz entered first, her energy radiating throughout the room like an electric charge. “Hi, Kira! Hey, Kira’s mom. Do you have knives to carve the pumpkins with? I asked dad if we could bring some, but he didn’t know where ours were cuz it’s been a long time since we --”

Thomas stepped into view, smiling through the lines of weariness etched into his brow. “I couldn’t find them anywhere in our kitchen.”

“I said he should bring our knife block from home,” Luz announced. “But he said you’d probably have some.”

"We’ve got it covered,” Allison assured, tiptoeing forward to close the door. When she turned back toward the kitchen, Thomas had taken her place in front of the stove. The promised bottle of rum was sitting behind him on the counter. Feeling that the kitchen was suddenly very crowded, she slipped her fingers into her back pocket.

“I told her you would.” Thomas sidestepped, casting a look in the girl’s direction before his attention fell to Allison. “Hello, by the way.” Still standing before her, his arms opened to invite the embrace that she’d been hoping for. “Sorry for barging in like that.”

Held against the warmth and security of his chest, she found it very difficult to complain about anything, least of all the nature of their arrival. She removed the hand from her pocket and pulled it tight around his waist. “No need to apologize. I’m glad you’re here.”

For the first time all week, the gnawing in her stomach receded. As she listened to the sturdy tempo of his heart, she could almost feel her own pulse return to normal.

“You’ll make it through this, Allison,” he promised, squeezing her shoulders just a bit tighter.

She melted against him, sighing into the wool of his sweater. The fibers tickled her skin as she pressed her face to his chest. You’ll make it. His words lodged in her mind, echoing back the phrase she’d been telling herself ever since Guy had reentered their lives.

“I know.”

The answer was as much for his benefit as her own. With a final exhale, she lowered her arms and released the hug. His warmth faded as he stepped back, but all she noticed was a sudden burst of pain.

“Ah!” she gasped, reaching for the offended hair to soothe the tension. Thomas’s fingers were already there, working gently to remove the strand from the zipper of his pullover.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t think...I should have -- is your head okay?”

Self-consciously, she tugged down the hand that she’d been using to rub the sting from her scalp. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Soledad’s hair was always...I’m not used to...” He trailed off, cheeks turning pink with embarrassment.

Allison checked to see that the girls were out of earshot. “If you’d like to get used to it, I’d be happy to help you practice.”

The shy smile that accompanied his blush was quickly becoming one of her favorite sights. Shifting back onto his heels, Thomas narrowed his silver-grey eyes in consideration. “I think I’d like that.”

“Then I’ll have a clause added to that agreement we’ve been talking about,” she joked, combing her fingers through her hair to ensure that everything had been set right. “Shall we see what mischief our daughters are getting up to?”

Thomas cast a wary glance into the living room, but his brow eased on seeing the two girls at the window.

“We’ve been watching a nest in the tree beneath our building,” Allison explained as they walked. “Kira noticed it as soon as the leaves started falling. I think it’s a little late in the year to see anything, but she’s been keeping an eye on it.”

Noticing their movements, the girls sprang back from the windowsill. “Pumpkin time?”

“As soon as you’re ready.”

“I’m almost finished marking mine,” Kira informed as she gestured Luz toward their selection.

“Wow...” the other girl began, eyes widening at the array. “I want the warty one!”

“Luz,” Thomas reprimanded softly.

Allison’s grin widened as she exchanged a glance with her daughter. “We thought you might.”

“I picked it especially for you!” Kira remarked helpfully.

“And the other two?”

She felt her cheeks color at Thomas’s question. “I didn’t know if we’d want to do our own or not. The girls can always carve seconds if we don’t.”

“Dad, carve a cyclops! And a cat to go with my super-creepy witch monster. And some bats. Spiders too.” Luz plopped into the chair closest to the warty pumpkin and grabbed it by the stem for a rotating inspection.

“A cyclops-spider-cat-bat? That’s a pretty tall order, Lulu.”

“Fine. Just a bat and spiders then.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, taking the seat beside her. “We should probably make a plan before we start cutting.” With a glance to the other end of the table, Thomas reached over to pocket the pair of small, dull knives.

Kira looked up from her dotting. “It’s easier if you draw it first. Here! Take a marker.”

Reluctantly, Luz accepted the pack of writing implements. “I’m gonna draw the ugliest face I can think of.”

Eyes rolling skyward, Allison predicted the girls’ thoughts the moment before the pair of them collapsed into giggles.

“Draw August!” The words were hardly recognizable through Kira’s laughter. With a quick look toward her mother, she realized that their conversation had been overheard.

Allison only raised a brow in reprimand. “Does anyone want cider?” she asked as their laughter subsided. “I need to go preheat the oven anyway.”

“I’d love some. But I can come with you,” Thomas capped his marker and pushed back in his chair.

“Where’d the knives go? I’m ready to start cutting.”

Allison glanced at her daughter, then back at Thomas. An understanding passed between them, and he moved to Kira’s side.

With a smile, she went to the cupboard. Allison filled two mugs with cider and a splash of rum, then punched the series of buttons required to turn on the oven.

Mugs in hand, she was caught for a moment as she turned from the stove. Watching the three figures in front of her, she couldn’t help noticing how full -- how complete -- their table seemed in that moment. It had never felt empty before, yet the difference she sensed was alarming. Fingers tightening around the circumference of one mug, she allowed herself to mull over the scene before her.

Luz was still in the process of drawing her hideous witch -- a witch that Allison could only hope bore no resemblance to August or any of his relations.

Having passed Kira a knife, Thomas remained beside the girl’s chair to hold the pumpkin steady. Giving her plenty of space, he stood ready to assist if she hit any snags in the cutting process. Allison watched as Kira completed the cut and pulled the top of the pumpkin away. Her chest inflated with pride at the accomplishment written over her daughter’s features.

The girl passed the stem and knife to Thomas and eagerly studied the orange mass she’d uncovered. Luz looked with her, rising to her knees so that she could get a better view.

“Pumpkin guts,” she drew out, poking a finger into the slimy contents of the fruit.

“They feel gross,” Kira offered, pulling a face in disgust.

“They feel awesome! Like alien brains.”

“I don’t like them. Mom always lets me scoop ‘em out with a big spoon.”

Eyes sparkling, Luz rose from her seat and crossed over to Kira’s pumpkin. “Want me to do it for you?”

“Sure.” Kira backed away, allowing Luz to take over.

The girl approached the task with enthusiasm, pulling out the stringy mess with both hands. An orange glob missed the mixing bowl and fell onto the seat of the chair beneath her.

Thomas reached for it without hesitation, flicking the substance back where it belonged.

Venturing to the table, Allison held out his mug.

“Thanks. I’ll try to keep this mess off your floors.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can clean it up later.”

Luz tossed another handful into the bowl. “It looks like puke.”

Thomas furrowed his brow. “Luz...”

Allison's eyes widened as she sipped from the rim of her mug. The cider was perfect. Taking a seat, she began separating the pumpkin seeds from the slime.

An hour later, all of the seeds had been carefully seasoned and arranged in single layers across her trio of baking sheets. The pumpkins themselves had been carved with various degrees of success.

“Guess what this one is...” Kira prompted, tracing a finger along the series of holes she’d bored with Levi’s screwdrivers.

“It’s not Orion.” Thomas played along good-naturedly, squinting as if focusing his vision would help him to decipher the constellation before him.

“Nope!”

“And it’s not either of the dippers. Do you know what it is, Lulu?”

Luz gave a disinterested nod, tapping the single, pointed tooth her witch monster possessed. “It’s technically Cassiopeia. It’s just a big W though.”

From her place in the kitchen, Allison tried not to smirk at her daughter’s very loud sigh.

“Do you know what each of the stars are called?” Thomas inquired, ignoring his daughter’s remark.

Kira rattled the list with impressive speed. “But you can also just call them Epsilon Cassiopeiae, Delta Cassiopeiae, Gamma Cassiopeiae, Beta Cassi--”

Luz sprang up from her chair, pumpkins wobbling at the jerky movement against the table. “We should go check out that new coding thing you got. It would be more fun than naming stars.” At her father’s withering look, she added a quick, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Kira beamed. “I’m just really happy with how my pumpkin turned out.” She took a final look at her masterpiece before the two girls scurried off down the hall.

“Guy again?” Thomas asked knowingly.

“He won’t stop buying her things.” With a sigh, Allison closed the oven door and motioned toward the couch. “We may as well sit where it’s comfortable.”

Thomas followed her lead, settling down on the end to allow her plenty of space to sit beside him. With a rueful smile, she shifted closer. “On the one hand, she deserves a lot more than I can give her, but...”

“Not when it comes from him.”

“No, and especially not now. She deserves better than a dad who’s only around when it’s to make himself look good. She...” At a loss for words, Allison’s couldn’t shake everything she’d seen that afternoon. It was getting pretty difficult to deny that the kind of father she wanted her daughter to have had an awful lot in common with the man sitting next to her.

Absently, she fiddled with the case of her phone. Thomas laid a hand on her knee, and she met his gaze.

“We’ll win this, Allison. He’s not going to take her away.” In the fading daylight, she could just make out the determined set of his jaw.

“He can’t. I’d disembowel him first.”

“Like Luz did to those pumpkins?”

She gave a halfhearted laugh. “Exactly like that. Kira is my life.”

“I’m sorry for bringing up the trial. I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.”

“You’re fine. It’s not like I ever stop thinking about it, really. But tonight has been the closest I’ve come in quite a while.”

Allison edged closer and Thomas extended an arm to wrap around her shoulder. She leaned into the crook of his body, face softening with contentment when she felt the faint prick of his stubble grazing her ear.

For long minutes, they sat in silence. She wasn’t sure if he felt it too, but his presence was enough to lift her weary spirits.

Finally, he stirred beside her. Allison squeezed his hand in response. “Yes?”

“Can I take you on a real date when all of this is behind us?”

“Just one?” she challenged, tracing circles on his knee with a fingertip.

“I’d love for it to lead to more. But we should start with one.”

Smiling, she pulled back to see his face. “I’ll look forward to it. Or them. I--”

Beep, beep, beep, beep

“You were saying?”

“I’d better check those seeds. Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

She turned off the oven and withdrew the trays from each rack, setting them on the stovetop to cool. Tossing off the oven mitt, she hurried back to the couch.

He emitted a low chuckle as she burrowed next to him again.

Only once she’d returned to her earlier place did she speak. “I think I was going to say how grateful I am to have you with me. You’re one of the only things keeping me sane right now.”

“First of all,” he prefaced, sliding his arm to a more comfortable position. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” He paused for a moment, and she heard the intake of breath before he continued. “Second, I care about you a lot, Allison. More than I’ve cared about anyone in a long time. I can’t say anything more than--”

“Shh,” she chided, interlocking their fingers and pressing an insistent thumb to his palm. “I know. Thanks for being with me.”

“I’m here for as long as you want me.” Her heart skipped at the feeling of his lips on her temple. The kiss was gentle and unhurried, but it was enough to blur her vision with unshed tears.

“That may be a dangerous offer to make.”

“Moooooommmmm!”

Though their touch had been innocent, they sprang apart at the bellowing from down the hallway. Both girls tumbled into view.

“Mom, we’re hungry. Can we eat soon?”

“You mean you want something more than pumpkin seeds for dinner?”

“Uh, probably,” Luz said with audible skepticism.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Thomas offered, rising to his feet.

“Please don’t feel like you have to. You’re welcome to stay for dinner. I can’t promise anything gourmet, but we’d love to have you.” You did promise as long as I wanted you, she recalled, eyes drifting to Thomas. The nape of her neck prickled with the possible implications.

Did he know how very long she was likely to want him?

His thoughts seemed to travel a similar vein. “We’ll stay. Do you mind if I have some food delivered? It’s the least I can do.” At Allison’s nod, Thomas retrieved his phone.

“Call that place with the bowls made out of bread! We can have cheesy soup.”

“I don’t think they deliver. We’ll have to go there another time. But we could do pizza?”

Allison fell back to the couch as the three began discussing toppings. Listening to their chatter, it was easy to convince herself that all could be right in her world again.

Soon, the worries of life would all come rushing back. But for tonight, she would enjoy the peace for just a little bit longer.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #mother of the year #thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc #luz mendez

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Peachtober | Day 14: Overgrown

Black!Reader x Monster Woo

Summary: Monster Woo is a simple man who sells flowers for a living and you are an Instagram photographer. Your models’ faces are better known than you yourself, but Woo wants to see what’s behind the camera.

Genre: Fluff

Moodboard and reaction requests open! Mstrlst in bio!

During a sunny Spring Day, a new shipment of flowers come in at 꽃벌 (play on words of flower and bee). It is the largest one since it is the start of the season. Valentine's Day is long gone, and White Day was a hit. All of the red and white roses being 70% of the seasonal inventory and now going back to its regular 40% since roses would sell no matter what season or occasion.

Youngwoo rolled up his burgundy sleeves to help the part time worker carry large sacks of fertilizer and dirt into the back while she balanced seedlings and vases under her arms and even atop her coily buzzcut.

“Naveah, once you’re done bringing in all the pots, can you start organizing them please?” He asked.

“Sure, Big Daddy.” She replied.

The tall man sighed, “I told you to stop calling me that.”

Naveah just smiled in response and continued to carry the rest of the product until the truck was empty. Then she began sorting pots by height and material while Woo worked on answering calls and writing down some new clients and jobs they were wanted for. A few weddings, a birthday, two divorce parties. One he turned down because they were planning on burning flowers, and he could never imagine putting his beautiful gifts through that.

A young woman about 20 or older came in dressed in purple slacks, heels to match, and a white shirt. Her typha colored hand reaching into her purse for her phone to check if she was at the right location.

She entered the store and Woo told the woman on the phone, “One second.”

“Hello.”

“Hello, I am Y/N and I run a photography blog. I was wondering if you would be interested in hiring me to take pictures of your flowers for advertising. I have experience with both still life and live models.” She said, setting her card down on the desk.

Woo picked it up and read the Hangul and the English translation. She was a photographer for sure.

“Why does your name seem so familiar?”

She gave a smile, “A few of my models have walked during Seoul Fashion Week this past bit cuz they saw my photos.”

He smiled, “Ah, right. It seems like with a face like yours, you would be the one in front of the camera.”

Y/N began to blush, “Oh, um. Thank you.”

The two just stared at each other and smiled for a moment before she spoke up.

“Well, I should get going. You have a phone call to get back to.”

Woo nodded, “Oh, right. Yes. It was nice meeting you and I will be in contact.”

The woman left and the florist finished the call, thankful they hadn't hung up. Y/N...jeez she was beautiful.

The sound of a glass vase breaking snapped the tall man out of his daze. He sighed and called out the worker's name before heading over to get the broom to hand to her.

After work, Woo locked up and said farewell to his worker before taking a taxi home. Before going to bed, he looked up the Instagram page that was on the card Y/N gave him.

She was really good. Like, it was so much better than he had expected. Pictures of flowers in vases and people and so many beautiful faces. A lot of her stuff was currently flower based. It seemed she didn’t delete the stuff from her early days either. The camera quality had gome up so much too. Woo couldn’t help but like one of them that made him think of a tattoo. Wait, no.

It was from 4 years ago! She was going to think he was a creep! No, no. Y/N wouldn’t do that, right? It was just a possible employer checking out an employee’s past work to see if it would affect his current business. He made up his mind. Woo would hire the beautiful black girl to work for his company. All of his current photos were taken by him and Naveah, so they weren’t that great. If they could up the photo quality of the inventory, then they would sell more.

The large man soon fell asleep thinking about what floral arrangements he would make for each tier. Each one was linked with a color, so he could make it monochrome. Or maybe most of that color. Y/N looked really cute in purple. Hair like an allium.

The next day at the shop, Youngwoo called her while setting up the flowers he would use for this week’s specialty arrangement.

“Hello, this is Photobomb Productions, Y/N speaking.” She said in English and then repeated it in Korean.

Woo smiled, “Hello. This is Youngwoo from 꽃벌. I would like to take you up on your offer of becoming our floral photographer. I have been meaning to take some new pics for some summer deals.”

He could hear her squaling out of excitement in the background and then she cleared her throat and talked professionally, “That is great to hear. What day or time would the photographic subjects be ready for me to photograph?”

“Today is Friday, so I will be busy all weekend. I can get them done by either Tuesday or Wednesday since I already have sketches. All I have to do it put them together.”

“Perfecto! How does Tuesday at 2pm sound?” Y/N asked.

Woo looked at his schedule, “I have a delivery at 1:30 in the afternoon, but I will probably have my worker handle that one.”

“I see. Alright, well, I will see you then. Do not hesitate to call me if we have to move it to Wednesday. Have a nice day.”

“You too.” Woo replied and the woman hung up.

“Who was that, Big Daddy?” his worker asked, carrying in a box of seeds to set up in the seed bin near the front.

He rolled his eyes, “That woman who came in yesterday. A photographer. She’s gonna take photos for us from now on. I’m gonna be up late drafting up a contract and then we’ve gotta--” The tattooed florist sighed. “I shouldn’t bore you with technicalities. Let’s get these arrangements done.”

“Let me bring over the vases.” The short haired woman said.

Woo looked at the workbench, “Neveah, where are the Calla Lilies?” he asked after her.

“We had two weddings that wanted them, so we are getting an emergency shipment in, but not until tomorrow.” She replied, making sure the seed packets fell flat before adding more on.

He nodded, “Right. Right. Um…” then he remembered the thought he had last night and went to a sky blue bucket and picked out a bulbous purple flower with a long stem. “We’ll use these today instead.”

And so for the next few minutes before the sign was flipped, the two made matching arrangements. Neveah had always wanted to do more now that her probation was up. Woo’s shop was known for flowers and arrangements, served weddings of all types and even funerals. The most important thing about it was who it employed, however. Former convicts and people who were needed someplace to work while on probation.

Youngwoo believed that everyone deserved a second chance and that humans could change, which is why he hired who he did.

“Ah, it didn’t come out as well as yours.” Neveah said as hers had a bit of a bend in the long stem and just seemed overall more messy than the one her boss made.

“Don’t worry about it. This is only the third one you’ve ever made, so I think you did really well. In fact, yours will go on the box instead of mine so people will see it first.” The man set hers onto the white wooden box in the window and placed his next to it.

Dark pink roses and sunflowers graced the top of the white vase with solid aster placed in here and there. The allium rested above each one like a proud head. They would stay in the front for the week and then they would be dead and turned into compost for a nearby flower nursery.

The woman smiled and then it was time to flip the sign. Business didn’t pick up until around lunch which was the usual thing. People buying either a single flower or a dozen on the way to a date. When Neveah left for the day, Yieun clocked in and hugged Woo having started this business together before she tried and failed to become an idol.

“Is the car filled up yet? Remember, I have to drop off some stuff for a business meeting and a 16th birthday today.” She said.

“It’s all packed up and ready to go. Feel free to double check, but it had been pretty quiet today.” He replied. “Ah, are there business cards still inside?”

Tuesday came, and Woo was nervous to see her again. They had talked over the phone for the past couple of days to finalize things. Y/N was really kind but he could tell how much her work meant to her. It was a small business that she was ultimately running on her own and often didn’t get paid for her time because people hardly ever took the arts seriously. Photography was no exception.

People thought it was just sitting in good lighting, point and click, which it wasn’t.

Woo had three different arrangements made for each color level. White, green, purple, and yellow. Each added the amount of flower types and the default price was a clear glass vase. A custom vase color/type would cost $3 extra. The second and third were in custom vases and set up in the workshop.

It was extra clean for today and there were no arrangements to be made. Mondays through Wednesdays were the slowest of the slow most of the time. That meant today was perfect for Y/N to come in.

She arrived right on time in a yellow long sleeve top tucked into a rainbow skirt and white and rainbow shoes. Rainbow accessories too, but carrying a duffle bag of work stuff.

Yieun was out on her current delivery, so Woo fixed his brows and hair before greeting her with a poliot bow.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you doing today? Have you eaten?” He asked.

“I am doing well, and yes I have. I went to a taco place. It was good, but the sauce stained the jacket I was wearing.” The woman sighed, tying her hair back before she set up everything.

It wasn’t the most glamorous thing, but Woo asked if he could watch. She said as long as he stayed behind the camera, it was ok. However, the man wasn’t watching the flowers, but instead watched how she worked. The way she bent over to get a better angle from her tripod and set up the lights.

She seemed so delicate, like she herself was a rose petal in need of much care. However, they way she pursed her lips seemed to go perfectly like thorns. The man knew she wasn’t thinking about him. Her eyes were on the flowers, but at the same time, Y/N was all he could think about for the past week.

Sometimes his imagination would try to run away with the idea of her, but that wasn’t fair to her. He barely knew her last name.

The shy and strong Woo was enchanted by the photographer. Ah, he wanted to say something to her. To ask her out, but she was so professional. This was just work for her, and he didn’t want to get in the way of her job. Still, wasn’t it worth a chance to at least get a proper answer instead of wondering “What if?”

“No, no.”

“Um, Youngwoo? Can you help raise this up a bit more?” She reached her brown hand towards the top of the light.

As the taller man helped her, he decided to just go for it, “Hey, um, Y/N. Feel free to say no, but I was um. I was wondering if you would possibly maybe want to go on a sort of kind of date with me?”

“Oh, um, sure. Right there is good.”

Woo tightened the stand, and she began taking pictures again.

“What kind of place were you thinking?” She asked. “Y’know, for our date? Dinner and a movie?”

“I’d like to take you on a picnic. I know it’s sort of cliche, but Han River is really nice and there’s usually some nice busking that goes on there.” He said was her felt his heart beat outside of his chest, “I am leaving the shop to Yieun and a part timer this weekend. We can do it then.”

Y/N smiled up at him as she stood on the other side of the arrangement, “Sounds like a plan, Youngwoo. I shall wear a dress.”

“You can wear anything you want. I’m sure you’ll look great.” The man answered earnestly.

A surprised smile before Yieun called for him. Woo said he’d be right back and went to go talk to his co-worker about what had to be done. It wasn’t much. Just a bit of organizing here and there and sweeping. Simple things that took a while.

“By the way~” She whispered. “Did you ask her out? Niveah said she’s all you talk about.”

“I did.” He replied, playing coy.

“And? Did she say yes?”

A smile broke out on his face, “She did.”

Yieun put her hands up for a high five and asked for details one their hands met in celebration.

The following days, Woo kept sending his friend photos for potential outfits. She kept telling him to ditch the dress shirts because he looked awkward in them. It was just a casual thing, so he went with some gray sneakers, khakis, and a black and white striped top. Because of the pollen forecast, he opted out of contacts and just wore his glasses. The most expensive thing he wore was his gold watch from a birthday.

He had decided on a simple picnic instead of the ferry for dinner. Maybe if things went well, but he didn't wanna look too far ahead. He knew of a spot away from the main busy area where a few weeping willows provided the perfect shade.

“Youngwoo-ssi!” Her familiar voice called.

The man was breathless as could be as Y/N walked towards him, her copper skin covered in a blue and white dress that allowed for her arm to be bare except for a gold and white bracelet. Simple makeup other than a pink matte lip that accented her smile.

They bowed and greeted each other.

“You look...amazing.” He couldn’t help but stared.

“Thank you. You look great, too. I think this is my first time seeing you without an apron on.” She replied.

Woo smiled in response, “Thank you. I have a super special spot for us. A friend told me about it.”

She smiled, “Sounds great.”

“Have you had any other clients lately?” He asked.

“Oh my gosh, so I had this really sweet woman come in yesterday with her pregnant wife so that we can do the pregnancy announcement pictures and stuff. This is fine. I had it set up and such for that because she made an appointment.”

The tall man smiled, “Oh, that is really nice.”

“However, she went into labor in the middle of me taking the photos.”

“She what?”

“Right?

Woo asked, “Did she not know she was going to give birth?”

Y/N shrugged dramatically, “I guess not, but luckily, my next door neighbor is in her last year of training to become a nurse. She helped to deliver the baby in my bathtub.” She laughed. “I spent most of the day cleaning it.”

Both of them laughed at the whole story. That’s what it was like to have an at home studio as a photographer.

“Ah, here it is.”

Behind the leaves of a willow tree, there was a perfect little alcove where a red gingham blanket was spread out and food was separated between the two in the form of sandwiches. Conversation flowed smoothly as the overgrown tree provided shade for the couple that fate decided to put together. They talked about work and of family.

Kim Youngwoo blushed when she complimented him on being a good person, taking in people society had rejected because of a series of bad mistakes.

He told her about how he just wanted to help people like him, how the U.S. basically deported him back to Korea because of--

“I don’t care what you did, Youngwoo.” Y/N said honestly. “You’re obviously not the same person you were back then, or at least you are doing much better. Besides, that isn’t the person I’m starting fall for.”

“Who are you starting to fall for?” Woo asked, hoping his heart was beating for all the right reasons.

She bit her lip and then looked up at him after hesitating to say the truth, “You.”

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The Duke of the Bay: Part 7

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Story Warnings: Guns, threats, alcohol, homosexual slang used pejoratively and positively, internalized homophobia, ask me to add any if need be

Chapter Warnings: cigarettes, drinking excessively

Chapter Word Count: 3457

Summary: Patton O’Hearty was a great detective. Most people didn’t take him for one at first glance, especially when he dressed casual. He was abnormally chipper; he thought everything was the cat’s pajamas. He had a smile for everyone he met. He was always tipping his hat at the dames and gents when he walked the streets of the Bay Area.

The only person he could never catch was the leader of the planted mob in Emeryville, nicknamed The Duke. The Duke was good at hiding his dealings and joints well, and he rarely had a snitch in his ranks. The few who tried, well, somehow they disappeared before they could give the police any substantial information. He was well hidden, but popular among the residents of the town. People talked boldly of his rambunctious parties, never revealing the locations though. He was hard to catch, to say the least.

So what happens, when instead, the detective is the one that’s caught?

Virgil didn’t want to leave the group behind at Logan’s house, but he knew he had to. It was the safest option. It was more important at that moment for the three of them to have their talks on how to move forward. The less he knew, the better. Even if it hurt to be so far away from his…from Logan.

Now that he had a moment to himself, walking among the warehouses at nighttime, he was finally free to think about the night before. Had it only been less than a day since he knew he’d have to betray his family?

He knew when he took up the job tailing Logan that he was in over his head. He wasn’t expecting that to be how he paid his debts. He made a point not to get too involved in family affairs- it was too much risky work-but he owed some money to his cousin after losing a game of poker.

Best loss in his life, and he didn’t say so often.

As he paced the streets, waiting for Mr. Doris, he remembered with vivid pleasure the events of the evening before. When he finally got Logan to crack and kiss him in a way he had never been kissed.

Man, Pat and Alice were sure in for it. Lord knows how Logan was able to keep his cool for this long. Virge had gotten the sense that Alice had figured something was amiss, though. Dame in her situation, it made sense for her to be perceptive. Virgil briefly thought of what it would look like- a small girl pinning tall Logan to the wall demanding to know if he let his hair down.

He sighed, watching his breath leave his mouth in a gray mist akin to cigarette smoke. The world wasn’t ready for people like them. He knew that. Part of the reason he stayed on the low was for that reason. If the world was going to hate him, let them hate him for good reasons. Let it hate him for his failures, for his crimes, for the pain he caused people. He wished that the world wouldn’t hate him for finally being comfortable with the idea of falling in love.

He had considered moving to Harlem. Now that was a scene. There were stories he’d heard of women on the arms of other women freely. There were men in dresses and women in slacks. There were women who were as burly as men and men as puny as gals. There was music, freedom, a community and safe haven. He had saved up nearly enough to go east to that scene when he had been relocated to help his cousin get a foothold in the west.

He felt bummed out for so long, but he felt glad that he got Logan out of the whole ordeal.

Scenes of the night before flooded his mind’s eye. Hot skin pressed up against each other. Tightness and heat and primal instinct and sweat and all things he was familiar with, but none of it had felt...like that. Like the grip of a cuddle afterwards. The warmth of a person’s hand twirling his hair. The soft urge to plant kisses on Logan’s face afterwards to care for him. The whispered laughter in between afterglow kisses.

A part of him wanted to take Logan there. Logan, in a place like Harlem? It’d be worth it just for the surprise on his prude, puckered face.

He took out a cigarette to shift his focus from the forbidden thoughts once he heard the footsteps. He inhaled the smoke with ease when he caught the silver flash of a scar with a face forming behind it from the shadows.

“Hello, Virgil. How was your day?” Smooth of voice as ever. Slick like fine whiskey, and every bit of a snake’s hypnotic charm in those eyes.

Virgil ignored that. He took a drag from his cigarette to give himself time to form an answer. Finally, he curtly replied, “Same old. Detective Dolt is still on that blessed routine of his. Swear, the guy never steps a foot outta line.”

“Right,” the word drew out. Mr. Doris squinted at him. The man who had taken Virgil’s place in the family business always glared at him with suspicion. Now, without knowing it, he had good reason to.

“You?” Virgil asked, trying to hold back a cough. He had to keep it cool. He held out his pack to the scarred man, a peace offering from his earlier brusque behavior that morning.

Mr. Doris waved it off. He turned his nose up to examine his shoulder, evidently finding some invisible lint. “I had other matters to attend to, I haven’t been able to find my target. Was he with yours?”

Ashes from his cigarette sprinkled slowly to the ground. “Nope, though doesn’t mean he didn’t call or something.”

“I see. Was there a girl there?” Mr. Doris inquired, his tone too innocent for his normally vicious demeanor.

“What, that broad you were supposed to toss into a river?” Virgil tried to shove out the image of Alice’s eyes-too old for her young face.

Mr. Doris growled, “Don’t play games with me, punk,” Virgil tensed at the word, “I am not as easy to forget as the boss, and I need a good reason to give a good lickin’ to someone.”

“Well, I’m afraid that isn’t possible, boys.” The Duke stated. Neither of them had heard him approach.

“Boss, good to see you as always,” Virgil greeted coolly. He took another drag of his cigarette. The smoke soothed his nerves from the inquisition from his ‘coworker’ .

“Virge, how often do I need to tell you not to be so formal with me? We’re family, after all.” The Duke’s smile was akin to a stray cat finding fresh steak. So, perfectly normal. For him.

“Right, sorry cuz,” Virgil rolled his eyes. It wasn’t like they were close enough to be brothers.

The Duke looked between the men suspiciously. “What aren’t you boys telling me?”

“Doris lost the broad and the cop, in the same day.” Virgil confessed quickly, all too aware of his companions low hiss in his direction

“Yes, I know that already, what else?” the man whined, petulance coloring his tone.

Virgil’s eyes tightened. He got the strange feeling that his cousin knew more than he was letting on. Still, he played his part with ease. “She wasn’t with Smith, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“Oh really? Strange, she wasn’t with my dear detective either,” his cousin mused, twirling his mustache.

Mr. Doris’ back straightened. Virgil sensed that there was more to the situation than what was being led on. He catalogued that reaction to build off of later. Something about Patton was causing...something of a rift, between them. It wasn’t like Virgil cared, Doris had it coming for some time.

“Well, maybe they got her in a safe house or like, ya know, with another cop?” Virgil suggested. He wanted to get them off of the young lady’s trail.

“No, the captain said he had to suspend detective Smith. They’re onto him. There’s no way they’d bring another man in on this.” Mr. Doris was still bothered. Alice was his mark, so of course he was willing to do anything to get her back.

The Duke looked at Virgil. “Unless, of course, one of us were lying.”

Mr. Doris lifted his eyebrow. Sure, he wasn’t completely sure how loyal Virgil was, but it wouldn’t be like him to get involved enough to cause any harm. Once again, Mr. Doris toyed with the thought of having a tail put on Virgil as well.

Virgil felt stones fall in his stomach. Sweat started to build on his brows. He threw his cigarette down to the ground to put it out. “Or, maybe they have a friend. Maybe they left her at one of their houses.”

“You just said Logan was at his house earlier.” Mr. Doris stepped closer. His eyes were in slits, it was hard to see even the whites of his eyes, making him look even more like a snake.

Mr. Doris had the sudden suspicion that maybe he underestimated the reclusive man, after all.

“I-” Virgil cleared his throat, “I know that. I just meant that maybe we don’t know enough to assume.”

“Right,” his cousin surmised. He looked Virgil up and down, as if looking for something. Virgil tried to appear as calm as he could. Whatever the Duke was looking for, he seemed satisfied.

Virgil let out a breath quietly when Mr. Doris had the attention of the boss. That was close, he thought to himself.

“Mr. Doris, darling, I need you to find her. You have three days. Have Virgil help, and I’ll have Roman let me know if he hears anything about her.” The Duke seemed satisfied with that conclusion, then he added to Virgil, “Take advantage of Mr. Smith being suspended. Find out what you can. Double your watch hours. Only report in if there’s any important development.

“I’m bored, let’s go down to the Lion’s Den for some refreshments.” The Duke clapped his palms together, signaling the end of the business portion of their meeting.

Virgil’s nod was curt. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still, he refused to let it take control as he agreed to join the gentleman for drinks at their speakeasy nearby.

The joint was in full swing when they arrived, fashionably late. The men and women who were outcasts, dennigans, drunks, and harlots all danced around as if there wasn’t a care in the world. The dresses were skin tight, and Virgil caught the glitter of cufflinks-obviously from some notable men in their local government. A few of them he had remembered meeting in a dark alley for a kiss or two.

The men made their way to a back table just behind the stage. Where they could still hear the music, but didn’t have to be bothered with the usual social engagements. It was dark, it was secluded, it was perfect for gentlemen like them.

The waiter that came up to them was nervous. Seemed like he didn’t have much experience directly interacting with the boss. He swallowed, trying not to stutter, and looked a little too green in the face. He took their orders bravely, then scurried away. Virgil pitied the poor boy.

Virgil made sure to be careful with the giggle water, he couldn’t afford to have loose lips. He made sure to take sips while his companions loosened up.

Soon afterwards, Mr. Doris left them to go home, claiming he needed some shut eye before beginning his search the next day. He looked a little too pointedly at Virgil as he said so.

The Duke poured himself some more bourbon, giggling. Now was Virgil’s chance to ask for some information.

“So, cousin, tell me about this ‘dear detective’. What makes him so dear if he’s the enemy?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” the drunk man hedged. He took down the entire glass of the fiery liquid painlessly.

Virgil grabbed the bottle to pour more for him. He kept his voice casual, and even spared a fake grin to give off the illusion of camaraderie. He patted his cousin’s shoulder. “Come on, it’s me. I’m only curious.”

“Well,” the Duke drew out. He creased his eyebrows in drunken deliberation. “I think I want to shoot him, then the next I want to kiss him, and somewhere….somewhere in between he makes me soft.

Virgil, you ever think about quitting this lifestyle?”

Virgil’s eyes hardened but he forced his short laughter, “No, we live like Kings.”

Remus pouted, holding out his glass for more. Virgil poured while he talked. “I think I wanna…” he took his drink, “I think I wanna fuck a cop.”

Virgil snickered. He knew the feeling all too well. “Well, good luck with that. You’re on every wanted list from here to Sacramento.”

His cousin’s laughter bellowed through the space. “Yes, only as the Duke. Never as Remus…”

Virgil instinctively looked over his shoulder. “Don’t say that name here. Do you want to get caught?”

The Duke, Remus, lifted his arms up and shouted, “I’m Remus! Remus damn d-” the rest of his words were muffled from Virgil’s hand.

It was a long night for them both. Quickly did the bottle run dry. Quickly did another one come. Virgil and Remus spent the night drinking more than talking, mostly due to Remus slurring so bad he was incomprehensible. Though most of his coherent speech was addled with talks about his feelings for Patton, the ‘dear detective’, and the shipment that had come in the night before.

“Virge, do you know what I got for us?” Remus stage whispered in his ear. His mustache tickled Virgil’s earlobe, causing him to shiver.

“Yeah, boss,” Virgil gulped. “I know about last night at the docks.”

“Good,” Remus took a large swig of his drink, “Let’s hope I get to kill the Irish bastard. Here’s to a good business!”

Virgil toasted, and took another sip of his drink. Remus became even more incomprehensible, to the point Virgil decided he was cutting him off. He took his cousin home, then collapsed in his own bed where he slept fitfully-with dreams of a teenage girl drenched in her own blood.

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“Dammit, Logan! What the hell were you thinking?” Patton bellowed. He didn’t seem to care that Alice was in the room with them.

His eyes were wild with a fury that Logan had never seen before. His hair, once in small curls was now wildly untamed. Logan felt the words slam him hard, but he took a small comfort in knowing that it was the Duke that had upset Patton.

The man before him wasn’t this partner. This wasn’t the gentle, giant, Irishman who always had a smile to give. This wasn’t that smooth-talking detective that handled each case with compassion. This wasn't the man who earned the tip of a hat and a gaze of a gal.

This was a man who had gone mad with the chase.

Logan had to do something, but he didn’t know what. He felt at a loss for words. He just let Patton beat into him more with every phrase. His best friend, his partner, was finally losing it.

“You just jeopardized our case! You had an informant. Not only an informant, the very gangster who was hired to tail you for a month. What the hell?!” Patton’s fists were clenched. Logan wondered if he was gonna take a swing. He wouldn't have put it past the man, at this point.

Logan put his hands out, a gesture of peace. “Patton,” he kept his voice even, “We need to think rationally. We have a-”

“Rationally? Ya think the God damn Duke is rational? He’s a madman, Logan! And I have half a mind to think that you’re in kahoots with him!” Patton’s voice was hysterical, and his usually tame Irish accent was in full force. It was a miracle he wasn't spewing heavy profanities left and right.

Patton’s heart was pounding, no doubt his blood pressure was through the rood. His mind was swirling with angry, dark thoughts he had never considered before. He wanted to punch Logan. He wanted to cry. He wanted to be left alone to crumble. He felt like his very skin was melting underneath the wrath that was striking his soul. He ignored the concerned looks Alice was throwing his way from the couch.

“Patton, please, I-” Logan tried to beg.

Logan clenched his fists too. He didn’t want to fight Patton, but the man needed some sense knocked into him. The air in the living room was thick with the heat of anger. Logan’s heart was breaking for his friend, and in the back of his mind he wondered if Mr. Doris had been right about the Duke and his raging partner. He wondered if maybe the Duke got his hooks deeper than a cat and mouse game.

“No, Logan!” Patton was red in the face, he looked like he was about to burst into flames. “You made an impulsive, stupid, awful decision and-”

“At least I’m not the one turning into a madman!” Logan yelled back. He grabbed Patton by his shoulders. “Damn it, Patton! Don’t you get it? You’re playing right into his hand. He wants you riled up so you can’t think straight!”

Patton sucked in a breath, but Logan continued. “You think I haven’t noticed a change in you? Patton, you’ve been barely sleeping. You’re crazy if you think that I’m the one not thinking straight!”

Logan suddenly embraced Patton. Both of them were sweaty from the day, but neither of them cared. He felt Patton nearly collapse in his arms, and soon he felt his best friend sobbing into his shoulder. The pressure released from his lungs. In his arms was a tired, beaten, angry man.

“I’m sorry Logan. You’re right I’m not...I’m not keeping my cool.” Patton pulled away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. He wiped his face down.

He felt embarrassed, and looked next to him to see Alice giving him a watery smile. His mind was starting to clear. He remembered that his first duty was to the people, and right now he had to take care of a young dame that made her way quickly into his heart.

They stood in silence, the air around them dissipated of tension. Soon, they were both being embraced by the small frame of Alice. Something about the moment felt right. Logan closed his eyes. They all took in a deep breath. Together.

Alice broke the hug to embrace just Patton. She whispered something in his ear, “You’re allowed to be mad. Hell, we’ve all got a bit of crazy.” They both giggled, which was a wonderful sound of chimes and bells.

Logan brushed off his shirt reflexively. “Now, I believe talk of the next step can wait. We all need rest. Especially you, Patton.”

Alice and Logan bid their farewells to Patton, and soon Alice retired to her new room. The lights were put out. Once some time had passed, Logan retreated to the basement of his manor that he had made his art room.

The smell of linseed oil filled his nostrils. He turned on the lights, and set up his paints and easel. His fingers ached, and so did his back, but he needed the mind numbing feeling of color being placed on canvas. He needed to create. He sat at his stool, and summoned a vision in his mind’s eye of what he wanted to paint.

He took his palette knife and made himself a beautiful green. He dipped his brush, and started spreading his brush along the canvas. He felt his shoulders relax from making the scenery. Greens and blues made their way into the scene, with spots of black and gray. Logan bit his lip as he focused on the finer details.

He ruminated over the events of the past twenty-four hours. He had made a lover, of sorts. He rescued a young girl from a mob boss. He found out his captain was most likely part of a conspiracy to poison the force, resulting in his suspension. His partner finally snapped. He had a sixteen year old girl temporarily living in his house that had been empty for so long.

He dipped the point of his fine brush into the white, and carefully laid his details out onto the waves that had formed on his canvas. He was so focused on his scene, that he hadn’t heard the door open, or the sound of small feet making their way down the steps.

Luckily his brush wasn’t on the painting when he jumped from Alice’s voice saying in his ear, “So it’s you that’s filled this house with art.”

His heart pounded in his chest from the surprise, and his cheeks reddened from the embarrassment of having his secret caught. He watched Alice slowly walk around the room, taking in the different scenes he had painted before.

“Logan, these are beautiful.” she whispered. “If I had money, I’d buy them.”

“I, well, um…” Logan stuttered. He was tired, after all. Plus having this young girl comment on his paintings felt oddly relieving. He took a deep breath to gather his words. “I have been painting since I was a child.”

Alice threw him one of her dazzling smiles. “I can tell. Why aren’t you asleep? After ushering me and Patton to rest?”

“I was too wound up.” Logan answered. “Why aren’t you asleep, after I ushered you to rest?”

Alice shrugged, though Logan noticed that she was tense. “I’ve just been thinking.”

“Would you like to talk about it over tea?” Logan offered suddenly. He wanted nothing in that moment but to soothe any fears she had. Plus, he was painfully aware of his own weariness.

Alice followed him up the stairs, non-verbally giving her answer. The two talked over their tea in the kitchen, only keeping discussion light, getting to learn more about each other. Unspoken was the fear of what tomorrow would bring them. Unspoken, but still so loud, was the intuitive feeling of what was to come.

Alice avoided his gaze through their conversation, and pushed away the thought that this would be her last night on earth. They were the police. They knew what they were doing. Surely, Patton and Logan would figure everything out?

Eventually they were both done with their tea, and decided to go to sleep. Logan settled into his bed, too tired to think about how the day had stretched on for forever, and instead focused on the hope that he’d wake up to a new day.

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