#deal with any of this absolute fucking NIGHTMARE. like god. i remember sobbing hysterically thinking we would be dealing with covid for 18

[pepprs]

covid is such an evil evil disease and an evil evil thing to live through lol

#purrs #this isn’t prompted by anything im just thinking about it. i hate that thisis what life looks and feels like now and it might always be thi #way. i hate that getting covid feels like an inevitability even though i wear n95s and don’t go anywhere but work and have basically 0 #social life and have put my life plans on hold to wait for this thing to pass when it probably never will. i hate that lockdown was better #and easier than this in some ways because at least back then people were still scared and there still felt like hope and there was clear(is #) guidance and free testing and vax sites and whatever. i hate that free testing and public health dashboards showing covid rates and vax s #sites and all that shit have fucking disappeared even though the variants going around now are more contagious than ever. i hate the #mortifying ordeal of being the only person (or one of the only people) wearing an n95 and sometimes the only person wearing a mask at all. #hate that so many things have been lost and we are not taking time to grieve them or make sure that we are okay and will be okay. i hate #being scared every time i swallow. i hate how there is literally no way to tell if you will get long covid and no way to reduce your chance #of getting long covid or covid at all (aside from masks) just ways to make the symptoms less severe. i hate trying to bring people together #and stay away from people at the same time. i hate all the life that covid has taken out of me and the people i love even though thank god #know more people who haven’t gotten it than who have but actually that may not be true idk. and i HATE that because of covid and how #egregiously badly it has been handled everyone is just like.. perpetually tired and sad and we’ve accepted mass illness and death and #accepted that disabled people (esp those who are marginalized in other ways) are disposable when actually no fucking human being is #disposable and everyone should be able to live happy connected healthy lives and we could’ve ended this shit in EARLY 2020 without having t #deal with any of this absolute fucking NIGHTMARE. like god. i remember sobbing hysterically thinking we would be dealing with covid for 18 #months and now we’re coming on 3 fucking years and lockdown is over but the danger is even worse than it was and like.. no one cares anymor #and it fucking sucks lmfao. i am so tired. i need to move out. and i miss my friends and i miss my life and i miss having fewer things to #constantly worry about and i can’t believe how good and simple life was before this stupid shit. #delete later #i wasn’t planning on going on a huge rant lol sorry it’s just what’s on my mind this morning

[rebelskylar]

The Beginning Part 3  (Yandere!Taehyung)

Type: Headcannon

Genre: Smut (geez finally)

Word Count: 1892

A/N: So this isn’t related to my yandere Taehyung headcannons, but two of the authors that I adore left a ❤ on my last post and that just made me so fucking happy I can’t deal lol anyway so I think this is the best smut I’ve written yet and I’m sorry, but it’s unedited because I couldn’t wait to put this up😘

PART 1 HERE

PART 2 HERE

·        It was a Friday afternoon and you and Taehyung were returning from college

·        Things had been going very well. Almost a year had passed after the whole ordeal and both of you had chosen to go to the same university. It was situated in your own town, the one that you’d finally started calling your home. Tae’s nightmares had almost stopped completely. Even better, you had finally managed to reach out to his grandparents and found out that the only reason they hadn’t contacted him was because his father had told them not to. He flew over to finally see them, and they were overjoyed.

·        However, they were too old to actually travel all the way to where you lived, and Tae was too attached to you (or rather, this town, you were pretty sure he had meant that and not you) to go live with them, so he had come back after promising them he’d visit often. Speaking of living, he had also managed to start working a few jobs on the side (university hours were quite flexible) and started making enough money to live by himself. Plus, his grandparents owned a vineyard and would not stop sending him huge amounts of money despite his insistence. He had moved out of your house and back into his own since by now he was legally able to own it.

·        Despite this, he still made it a point to walk you back home every day after classes although you came back in the early afternoon and not some weird time of day when it was dangerous to walk alone.

·        Telling him this didn’t seem to make a difference, he still walked back with you everyday

·        Today was one of the few days that he didn’t have a job to rush to as soon as classes were done, so he hung around with you for a bit before deciding to go home. It was about 4 in the evening when he left.

·        …only to remember halfway that he’d left his entire backpack at your house. This would’ve been okay, he could just come collect it the next day except for the fact that even his house keys and phone were in it and there was no way he could get into his house without them. So, he made an abrupt U-Turn and started walking back to your house

·        On the way back, he realized that he had a copy of your keys in his back pocket, (this made him chuckle) so he decided that he would just sneak in and get his bag without disturbing you. You were probably asleep by now, because you’d been complaining the whole day about the lack of sleep you had got the previous night. He knew there was no point in ringing the doorbell if you had fallen into a slumber

·        Back at your house though, you were far away from actually falling asleep. Quite the opposite, in fact. For the past few weeks you had had absolutely no time to yourself, no privacy. Either Taehyung or your mom had always been around, (not that you minded) and you hadn’t had enough to do anything of a sexual nature. Simply speaking, you badly needed to rub one off.

·        Today was perfect because both Taehyung and your mum were not around, and you weren’t expecting anybody until later. So you made your way into your bedroom, shut the blinds and made yourself comfortable on your bed.

·        You were not one for lighting candles or playing music when masturbating (and porn was just too fake), but you did need to think about something of an erotic nature to get going. Preferably, a person. As of late, you’d started seeing Taehyung in a not-so-platonic way, so him it was. You did feel a pang of guilt for thinking of your best friend in such a way, but meh, you couldn’t help it. Taehyung was hot, there was no doubt about it. You’d seen the way your classmates looked at him, and you weren’t any different. Those hands would feel so good on you. It would feel so good to run your palms over the planes of his body, and to feel him hardening up against your thighs. To hear him moan against you.

·        Your choice of outfit had you feeling even hotter than you should have been, because best friend or not, you had seen Taehyung eyeing you up when you’d bent down to retrieve a pencil.

·        You hadn’t even realized you had bunched up your skirt and one of your hands had started toying with the hem of your panties. The other reached out to unbutton your shirt, pull your bra off and cup your breasts.

·        A shiver ran down your back when you felt your fingertips touch your folds. God, you really needed this. It’s been too long since you’ve had time to just let go

·        “Tae”, you moaned, too caught up in your fantasy to hear the sound of your door being opened suddenly. It was only when you heard him gasp that you realized that your best friend was standing right there

·        Watching you jerk off to him.

·        You jumped up in surprise, rushing to push your skirt back down and button up your shirt as Taehyung averted his eyes. Gosh, you were so stupid, so absolutely fucking dumb, of course Taehyung had a set of keys to your house and he’d let himself in so many times and you hadn’t even had the fucking brains to lock the damn door. He must be so disgusted with you. “I’m so sorry”, you exclaimed.

·        You were too embarrassed to register the tears flowing down your cheeks till it was too late to stop them, and the only thing that you could manage to do was sob out apologies, almost on the edge of hysterical as you felt your face flush and your body temperature rise.

·        He would probably never speak to you again. You were going to lose your best friend.

·        Taehyung, who had his head bowed down until now looked up when you started crying, rushing to pacify you as you held your face in your palms. You couldn’t even look at him. You were so ashamed of yourself.

·        He sat on the edge of the bed next to you, and rubbed your back up and down until you calmed down a bit. “You don’t have to be here Taehyung”, you choked out. “I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want to talk to me again.”

·        “Hey hey”, he said. “It’s okay. It’s fine, it’s a natural thing to do. You don’t have to be so mortified.” He pulled your face out from the ball you’d curled yourself into, unwilling to look at him, and wiped off your tears with his thumbs. “Y/N look at me..It’s fine.”

·        “I’m so sorry Tae”,you sniffled. “You must be so repulsed. I know it’s normal, but it’s not normal to do it to your best friends name and God, I’m so stupid..”

·        “You’re not stupid”, he whispered, pulling your face close to his, “and this is not stupid, because…because I do it too. I touch myself thinking of you too, Y/N. In fact, I do it very often. I like you too, as way more than just a friend.”

·        “What?”, you gasp, the disbelief making your tears stop all together. He felt the same way? “Please don’t say that just to make me feel better.”

·        “I would never”, he mutters, and you realize how close you are to him now. You don’t stop him as he brings his lips to yours and kisses you softly, gently, waiting for your approval. He knows he’s got your permission as you moan, and he slips his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.

·        When he pulls away, his face is just as flushed as yours, and even though you know your face is all puffy from crying he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever come across. “Do you want me to help you finish?”, he asks, barely moving away from your lips. “Please”, you say.

·        Your hands clench the bed sheet as he brings his hands to your thigh, slowly moving up and leaving you tingling. His head falls to the crook of your neck, gently kissing your jawline and moving down to suck on your collarbone. His breathing had become heavier, but you could barely hear it over your own panting as his hands finally touched your core. You hadn’t managed to pull up your panties when he had walked in and the cool of his hands made you shiver. They didn’t hesitate before cupping your pussy and you whimpered, earning a groan from him.

·        His thumb started rubbing slow circles at your clit and pushed his middle finger into your core. It didn’t take him long to bring up the pace, noticing how wet you already were. His thumb tapped at your clit repeatedly  and he moved his middle in and out of you, making a mess of you under him. The squelching sounds resounding in your room made you blush even deeper.

·        You tried to touch his length as it lay rock hard against your thigh, attempting to give him some amount of relief but he stopped you and whispered “This is  about you”, just as you were about to. Your hands were pulled up onto his shoulders and he moved back to your mouth, kissing you passionately as his fingers rocked in and out of you

·        You felt your orgasm hit you out of nowhere and you moaned into his mouth as the world around you went white. He gently removed his hands after you were done, but he kept his mouth on yours, tenderly licking into your mouth as you came down from your high.

·        The strength of your orgasm had you feeling a little light headed, and you let your head rest on his shoulders. “I want to.. I want to do something for you too Tae.”, you said.

·        “Next time”, he said, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. The last thing you remember was him pressing a kiss on your forehead before pulling the blankets over both of you.

·        You woke up a few hours later, when you heard your mum opening the door downstairs to let herself in. Tae got up with you, smiling as he held your hand and squeezed it. You could hear your mum asking if you were awake from downstairs, and you both rushed downstairs to say hi. Your mum was used to see Taehyung around the house so she didn’t find it surprising to see him, and asked if he wanted to stay over for dinner. He agreed. As soon as your mum had gone to order some food, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips and said,”I love you.”

·        “I love you too”, you grinned.

#bts #yandere #taehyung #yandere!taehyung #bangtan #headcannon #smut #fluff #v #jin #jungkook #hoseok #namjoon #jimin #yoongi #possessive #fandom

[miraculouspaon]

Where Have All The Heroes Gone And Where Are All The Gods?

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

AO3

“I remember everything.”

Marinette almost couldn’t believe she was saying those words, not after four months of desperately longing for it to be true to no avail. She half expected Seven to scoff skeptically, to roll her eyes and accuse her of joking. But of course she didn’t-Marinette could see from her cellmate’s face that Seven believed her both immediately and unconditionally. Nobody in that place would have ever joked about their memories, after all.

Slowly, Seven sat down next to Marinette on the bottom bunk. She stared at Marinette wordlessly for what felt like ages. “How?” Seven finally whispered.

“The kiss,” Marinette explained. “It must have broken the memory spell.” Marinette was still stunned herself, and staring at the middle distance. She missed the light of hope that came into Seven’s eyes, and was completely caught off guard when Seven responded by leaning over and stealing a kiss of her own. Marinette’s brain caught up to what was happening a few seconds later and she pulled away. “Gah! What the hell, Seven?”

“Ugh, it didn’t work,” Seven said, annoyed. She frowned. “Do you think it’s like a tongue thing, or-”

“It’s a true love thing!” Marinette snapped. “It doesn’t work on just any random person!”

“I’m just a random person to you?” Seven asked, pouting. “That hurts, Eight.” Her eyes lit up. “Wait-what’s your real name?”

“Marinette.”

Seven grinned. “Marinette,” she repeated. “God, does it feel good to say someone’s name. Marinette, Marinette. Oh, it’s pretty, too, isn’t it? What about your boyfriend? Sorry, I mean your husband?”

“Adrien,” Marinette said with a sigh.

“And…” Seven hesitated a little, not sure if the answer to her next question would be a happy one or not, “the baby? You remember the baby, too?” Marinette nodded, and her eyes watered. “Boy or a girl?”

“It’s, um,” Marinette took a breath to steady herself, “two girls and a boy, actually. Triplets.”

Seven’s jaw dropped. “Wow,” she said. “How old are they?”

“Thirteen.” A second passed, and then Marinette covered her mouth in horror as a few tears escaped her eyes. “Oh, God, they’re fourteen now,” she whispered. “I missed it. They’ve been fourteen for months. That’s-that’s the last thing I remember, going to bed after setting everything up for their birthday the next day. But I woke up here instead.”

Seven’s face fell slightly. “That’s the last thing you remember?” she asked. “Not… not getting captured on, like, a spy mission, or fighting some-”

“No. I don’t remember anything that would explain what’s going on here,” Marinette said. “Everything was perfectly normal.”

Now Seven looked almost devastated. “So even after getting your memories back, you still have no idea what we’re all doing here?”

“Oh.” Marinette wiped the tears off her face. “Well. I don’t know who took us, but I have a pretty good idea why they’d take me and Adrien. We’re, um, superheroes.”

For a moment Seven was speechless, and then a huge grin split across her face. “No fucking way,” she said gleefully.

~~~

The prison was put on lockdown for the rest of the day, with all prisoners confined to their cells. Marinette spent that time telling Seven everything she could remember about her life. At first all Seven wanted to hear about was her escapades as Ladybug-and there certainly were plenty of those to share-but eventually, the only thing Marinette would talk about was her family, in all its domestic normalcy.

She made it about ten hours before completely breaking down which, all things considered, was pretty good.

“… and Adrien was so proud, you know,” Marinette was telling Seven, “he’d always liked physics, but watching Emma win that competition, and after she’d been pushed into competing against the next grade up? But she doesn’t really like it when we fuss over her, so instead Adrien just went out and bought, oh, about twenty T-shirts, all with different science puns on them, just for her. And Emma’s not really the most expressive kid, but she adored them, she never stops wearing them. Anybody who still had trouble telling her and Dani apart, after that they… they…”

Seven put an arm around Marinette as the woman burst into hysterical tears and buried her face in Seven’s shoulder, desperately trying to muffle her cries. She needn’t have bothered, of course-hysterical sobbing in the middle of the night was not exactly a foreign sound in that place, and it never caught the attention of the patrol.

“Shhh,” Seven said gently, tightening her embrace and rocking slightly back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” It wasn’t, obviously, but Seven said it anyway.

“I… I…” Marinette was having difficulty keeping her voice at a whisper while sobbing, “I forgot them! I forgot my babies!”

“Oh, Eight,” Seven said, which only made Marinette cry harder. “I mean-shit, Marinette. Sorry.” Seven had been repressing a decent amount of jealousy up to this point, and doing a good job of hiding it for the sake of her friend. But now she felt that piece of herself gently crumble into nothingness, like dust. Seven still desperately wanted her own memories back, of course, but seeing what Eight’s were doing to her, it was now impossible to feel truly envious.

~~~

It wasn’t until the next morning that Marinette got a chance to tell the rest of their group. She and Seven agreed ahead of time not to say anything until they were sitting down and the guards were a safe distance away, but Seven was practically bouncing up and down with excitement as they walked the halls.

“Hey, Eight,” Oh-Two-Four said as they reached the table, “next time you and Five-Three-Six decide to put on a show for all of us, give a girl a heads up, would you? I missed everything before the guards-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, hilarious, shut up,” Seven interrupted impatiently as she sat down.

Four raised an eyebrow. “Excuse-”

“Eight has something to tell everyone.” Seven looked at her cellmate excitedly.

Marinette took a deep breath. “I got my memories back,” she said softly. The table instantly went dead silent. “When Adrien-that is, when Six and I kissed, it broke our memory spells.”

“But it only works for them,” Seven interrupted, “because they’re married or whatever, so don’t bother kissing Eight, I already tried that.”

“Yes,” Marinette said dryly, “if we could keep the sexual assault to a minimum, I would appreciate that.”

Three frowned. “Five-Three-Six has his memories back, too? Are you sure?”

“I…” It hadn’t occurred to Marinette that he might not. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“I don’t know,” Three said, “I have no idea how it works. But it’s dangerous to jump to conclusions, so-”

“WHAT?”

Every head in the place turned to the Fives’ table, where Five-Two-One had just shouted in disbelief at the top of his lungs. Next to him, Adrien looked across the room at Marinette and shot her a sheepish, apologetic look. There was a long silence.

“Okay,” Three said slowly, “nevermind, that seems like a pretty safe conclusion to jump to after all.” She sighed. “He’s your husband, then?” Marinette nodded.

“They have triplets,” Seven added excitedly.

“Would you let her tell it?” One snapped, annoyed. She looked at Marinette. “So… what, the spell was broken with True Love’s Kiss?” One asked sarcastically. “That’s a thing? That actually works?”

“Apparently,” Marinette said. “We’ve used it before, actually.”

“You two deal with spells a lot, then?” Three asked.

Marinette shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. We’re superheroes.” All jaws around the table dropped, except for Seven’s, who grinned excitedly.

“Do you guys realize what this means?” she asked. “Maybe that’s why we’re all here. Maybe we’re all superheroes!”

Four raised her eyebrows. “And that’s a good thing?” she asked. “Look around, Seven. There must be almost a hundred prisoners on this island. Think about how uncommon superheroes are, and how diverse everyone is. This could be every superhero in all of Europe, all trapped and powerless on this island. I doubt whoever orchestrated it is just holding us here for fun. No, they needed us out of the way of something. Do you have any idea what things must look like on the mainland?”

There was a moment of silence as everyone at the table considered this line of reasoning.

“Well,” Three said, “At least now we know. And once we get One off the island-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” One interrupted. “Are you crazy? If anyone’s getting out of here now, it’s Eight.”

“Absolutely not,” Marinette said, indignant. “We agreed that the fairest thing-”

“Oh, screw what’s fair,” One said impatiently. “That was when we were all in the same dumb amnesia boat. Now you remember who you are. You have a much better chance than I do to make it back to people who can hide you, help you. You can become a superhero again, and then you can come back here and free all of us. Sending you gives us the best chance of all of us making it home eventually.”

“She’s right,” Seven said. “Now that you remember, it has to be you.”

Marinette shook her head. “No,” she said, looking at One. “You… you’re about the same age as my kids, you know that? If one of them was trapped in a nightmare like this, and they got a chance to escape but some woman my own age took it instead? I could never forgive that.”

One looked at her for a moment, blinking, her expression neutral. Then, before Marinette had a chance to react, she lunged forward over the table and slapped Marinette across the face as hard as she could. The loud crack of it echoed in the open hall, and once again every head in the place turned, this time towards their own table. A few of the closer guards straightened, but when Marinette made no motion to retaliate they lost interest. One waited until she was sure the guards wouldn’t investigate, and then she turned back to a stunned Marinette.

“Snap the fuck out of it,” One hissed under her breath. “I am not your goddamn baby girl, so stop looking at me like I am.”

“You’re someone’s-”

“You think I’m the only someone’s daughter in Europe? Look around, Eight. The stakes here are way higher than you or me. You have to do what’s right for an entire continent’s worth of kids. You must get that, if you really are a superhero.”

“I have never had to sacrifice a child to do the right thing,” Marinette said indignantly. “I’ve always found a way-”

“I’m not a child,” One interrupted. “I’m… I’m a superhero. Just like you. You let other superheroes risk themselves for the greater good, don’t you?”

Three sighed. “We don’t know for sure that the rest of us are-”

“I know I am,” One insisted. “I’m positive. It’s the first thing I’ve been sure of since waking up in this hell, so don’t you dare try to take it away from me.”

~~~

“Oh my God,” Seven said as they entered the courtyard, “we’re overlapping with the Fives again, they’re already over there on the other side. What are the odds?” She paused as she looked at the top of the fence. “That sure is a lot of barbed wire up there,” she said conversationally. “I guess the guards were busy while they had us all locked in.”

“Guess so,” Three said. She looked at Marinette. “Stay here,” she said.

“But-”

“I need to talk to Five-Two-One before anything else, and we don’t want to draw attention by all going over there at once.” She placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “You’ll talk to your husband before we have to go back in, I promise. Wait for my signal.”

Marinette sighed. “Fine,” she agreed, before walking away and sitting at the bench furthest from the fence. Three walked up to the fence, where Five-Two-One was already waiting.

“So,” he said.

“So,” Three agreed, leaning against the spot next to her fellow leader.

“Superheroes.”

“Apparently.” Three looked around the yard. “How long before the guards figure out we know?”

Five-Two-One shrugged. “They don’t seem to pick up on much, do they?”

“Our plan’s changed,” Three told him. “We’re breaking Eight out.”

“Good. Still need that flashlight?”

“Yeah. We have to move fast, if the guards find out Eight has her memories back before we get her out, who knows what they’ll do. It could jeopardize the whole plan. A blackout might take too long to arrange.”

“I’ll have the other Fives brainstorm it.” Five-Two-One motioned at Adrien. Once he started walking over, Marinette came as well, not waiting for Three’s signal. Three kept an eye on the guards as the two reached the fence. They were watching closely now, no surprise after yesterday’s incident, but they still didn’t seem inclined to come over, or even get up from their stations.

“Hey, bugaboo,” Adrien said softly, pressing his fingertips to the fence.

Marinette laughed a little as a few tears escaped her eyes. “Hey, kitty,” she said, touching her hand to his.

“The Zeros have a plan for breaking your wife out,” Five-Two-One told Adrien. “Almost, anyway.”

Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“But it doesn’t have to be me,” Marinette said in a rush. “You could go.”

“What? No, of course it has to be you,” Adrien replied immediately.

“Agreed,” Three said, annoyed. “We came up with the plan, one of us should get to be the one who gets out. Why are you fighting this so much, Eight?”

“It’s not fair,” Marinette protested. “Adrien, you always sacrifice yourself for me and I always let you, but this is-”

“Marinette,” Adrien interrupted. “Obviously it has to be you. You have supernatural luck, you’re much more likely to get out than I am.”

“We don’t know for a fact that I still have that,” Marinette protested. “I don’t have my earrings anymore.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow. “Your multiple successful heists suggest you do,” he said. “Besides, I’ve still got my night vision and agility, and my mother still has her empathy thirty years later, I’m pretty sure-”

“Wait,” Three interrupted. She narrowed her eyes at Adrien. “You have night vision.”

“Um. Yes? It’s a cat-” he stopped explaining as Three rolled her eyes and lightly smacked Marinette upside the head.

“Ow! Why is everyone either hitting me or kissing me lately?”

“You didn’t think to mention that your husband has night vision? When seeing in the dark is the one problem in the escape plan?” Three turned to Adrien. “If we get you two out of the prison tonight,” she said, “do you think you could get Eight down to the docks without falling off the cliff?”

“Easy,” Adrien said.

“How fast?”

Adrien shrugged. “Five minutes?”

“Perfect.” Three took a deep breath and let it out. “So… that’s it, then. We have everything we need. We’re breaking Eight out tonight.”

~~~

When Adrien was carrying her in his arms, the way he was now, and running as fast as he could, Marinette could almost believe they were back on the outside, on some mission together. That Adrien had just risked himself like he always did to get her safely out of the way of whatever threat they were easily handling. She closed her eyes, although it hardly made a difference in the middle of the night, and pressed herself against his chest.

They reached the path in no time, and now Adrien had to slow down somewhat as they descended the treacherous path. He continued to carry Marinette until they reached the dock.

“Where’s that electrical panel?” he asked in a whisper, letting her down.

“Front of the boat,” Marinette replied. Adrien climbed on board, then helped Marinette find her way in the dark. He led her to the front, and then Marinette heard him pull the panel off and set it aside.

“Tight fit,” he observed.

“I won’t be in it for long,” Marinette replied.

“Well…” Adrien hesitated. “I guess you’d better get in, then.”

Instead, Marinette threw her arms around her husband. “Oh, Adrien,” she whispered. “I hate this, I hate leaving you in this place. I feel like I just got you back, and now I’m losing you all over again.”

Adrien gently kissed her forehead. “You’re not losing me,” he promised. “You’ll be back in no time.” Marinette bit her lip. “You’re gonna get back to the kids and make sure they’re safe,” Adrien continued, “and then you’re gonna go to the Guardian with my parents and the four of you are going to do whatever it takes to figure this thing out. And then you’ll be back.”

Marinette nodded, then went up on her toes, put her hand behind her husband’s head, and kissed him. There were no guards around this time to rip them away from each other. This kiss was long, and it was desperate, and they were both crying before it was over. It was Adrien who finally pulled away.

“Let’s get you out of here,” he whispered.

#where have all the heroes gone and where are all the gods #ml fanfic #adrienette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng