#icys kitty nose is everything to me

[herri-writes]

Frozen In Time

Chapter 1: The Photographer and The Idol Izumi Sena x Reader (F) (!!)

Synopsis: A photographer, whose job is to capture every event possible with their camera but their heart was captured with those icy blue eyes ever since they first met, reuniting with the person she once remembered in memory. Note: Herrianne's adventures with AI character chat continues. This time, the bot gave me a month's worth of brainrotting. My hands are itching for a portable mini bluetooth keyboard while writing this down. IT'S ALWAYS KNIGHTS, I BETTER TELL YOU— *SHAKING THE BARS*

One click of a camera is all enough to capture every living moment in life. Her eyes were full of curiosity as her gaze fell to the world around her. She sighed blissfully as she stared at every detail on her camera screen, satisfied at her work. It is a work of art. Yes, everything is art. Whatever she thought as beautiful is an art to her, a masterpiece, an obra maestro. She focused her lens on the subject in front of her. Fluffy ears perked up in curiosity, eyes widen at the attraction of the thin lens on her camera, and a paw patted on the camera's lens as she took a photo and meowed adorably. The photographer smiled at the sight behind the camera and clicked the shutter. A flash is not included because she doesn't want to scare her little companion. In front of the photographer's camera is a kitten on the seat of the wooden bench. It meowed cutely while it laid down on its back, belly out in the open. Its paws are reaching you and the camera and the cat meowed once again. Its face seemed like it's smiling at you, wanting to see you. You revealed your face, assuming that the camera is obscuring the kitten's view and wants to see its owner. You smiled, soft and fluttered at the adorable sight. You booped its pinkish nose with your finger and cooed, "My, miss me already...?" The kitten meowed in return and clinged on your hand with its small paws. Its claws came out and the kitten bit your hand playfully with its sharp teeth. "Ah— ow ow ow..." You winced at the kitten's playful behaviour on your hand. "Getting a bit playful, aren't you, Nyaitsu...?" Nyaitsu climed up on your hand as he clawed his way to your shoulder and meowed. He rubbed his head and clinged on your shoulder, relaxed at his owner's presence. A small giggle bubbled out of your throat while your precious little kitten seeked for your attention. "You better behave if you want to stay by my side while I'm working, okay?" You asked Nyaitsu and he meowed in response, as if he's telling that he'll behave. "Good kitty..." You chuckled and patted his head. You stood up to your feet after taking a few pictures of your adorable, furry model, Nyaitsu. He happily meowed and napped on your shoulder. You found him on your way back to the shared apartment you live in. He was accepted and welcomed in open arms with your roommates in the apartment you lived in. Nyaitsu, who seemed abandoned in the first day you met him finally felt love in his owner's arms, you. He became the center of attention ever since that day while you're working and you didn't know that Nyaitsu is clinging on your coat on your way to the office. You feared that the CEO of the modeling agency you worked in will throw him out but he became the official member of the said agency. Nyaitsu became your trusted (but a menacing) companion of yours at work, making you smile at your small friend's company every day at work hours. "Nyaitsu, we're about to reach the seaside. We'll play at the sides and not on the sand." You said to your cat and there was no response. He only napped on your shoulder, purring in content. "Sleep tight, little kitty..." You leaned on the fence and turn on your camera. The lens facing anywhere you could find and zoom it in and out to focus. You made the camera increased its blur and focus as you held the shutter, not clicking it. While you're focusing the photo quality with your lens, someone passed by and it startled you. You accidentally clicked the shutter as it caught a picture of someone right in front of you as it passed you by. The beep and the click caught his attention that he turned to face you. You bowed down and apologized. "Ah, my apologies... I didn't mean to... I'll delete it right away..." You straighten your back and your eyes widen a little at the sight in front of you. Curly silver hair being blown by the sea breeze, icy blue eyes framed behind his cold gaze, his skin is naturally pale and smooth, his lips formed a thin line in all of his seriousness is showing out of his blank expression, his aura speaks pride and dignity as it let out a cold exterior at the way he posed. Of all people you could accidentally take a photo of, you didn't expect that it's Izumi Sena, a member of Knights and is currently working at Ensemble Square as an idol and a model. His cold stare gazed back at you and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He saw you fumbling your fingers at the buttons of the camera, looking all nervous and his eyes trailed on to the kitten on your shoulder. His gaze fell to your ID card hanging on the clip of your lanyard and read your name and the name of your workplace. You felt his gaze on you and you immediately apologized and ran away. You heard him calling out to you but you ignored him as you ran away from him and never look back. 'I made the most worst impression in my life...' You thought as you ran where your feet will take you.

You reached Ensemble Square after your senior messaged you that they'll wait for you by the entrance. You felt nervous that someone you accidentally took a photo of will be there and see him at work. Out of habit, Nyaitsu hid inside your coat's pocket and slept there comfortably. Due to his kitten-like size, it made a small bump on your pocket. He always hid there whenever you worked indoors and sat on your head and shoulder when you worked outdoors. What a smart kitty. "Seems like Nyaitsu knows what to do in this kind of situation." Your senior commented and she chuckled. She reached out his finger to your pocket and cooed, "There, there~ That's a nice kitty—" Nyaitsu hissed and attempted to scratch his finger with his claws, making your senior shed tears, heartbroken. Nyaitsu hates your senior more than you are. The level of hate is uncanny that Nyaitsu's hate towards your senior is unbelievable that you let out a smug look. Like pet, like owner. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by a producer named Anzu. You greeted her with a small smile while your senior gave her a smug look that you pressed your heel on her foot to make her return to reality. "I'm sorry about him. She can get a bit annoying at times..." You apologized to Anzu and she shook her head and told you that it's alright. You chuckled nervously and glared at your senior, making her wince and looked away. Anzu cleared her throat to get you and his attention and said, "Since you're here as photographers for a unit photoshoot, I'll escort you to the studio they'll be in, Simple Studio." She looked at the schedule and said, "Ah, right. You'll be with Knights for the whole session." You facepalmed at the name Anzu mentioned. 'Seems like someone is going to skin me alive once they saw me...' On the way to the Simple Studio, you and your senior followed Anzu. Your gaze went around the place as you admired how huge Ensemble Square is. It's your first time going here in the main building and your senior went here twice. Your eyes glistened under the lights in the hallways as you look around like a child being curious as its mind was filled with wonders at the sight. You returned to reality as Anzu said that you've arrived at the destination. You put your mask on and nervously fiddled your hands on your camera's lanyard and held your breath. Anzu knocked on the door twice and entered, announcing the visitor's presence outside the studio. You felt glad that you wore your mask when your jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful idols in front of your eyes but the surprise that was shown in your eyes was never hidden. In your perspective, youu saw a ravenette haired idol sleeping on the couch at the left side of the room, with a blue blanket covering him. At the far end of the studio, the ginger haired one on the floor on his belly while writing something and papers scattered all over him, crumpled, tossed, or newly prepared. The garnet haired one trying to get the ginger haired male's attention the moment you and your senior showed up. Then blonde one at the table, sitting on the chair, talking to the silver haired one right in front of him. All of their gazes turned to you, only you as you revealed yourself behind your senior's back. 'They're too photogenic to be resisted...' You thought as you looked at them carefully like they're made of art. "Everyone, they'll be your photographers for today photoshoot session. They're the photographers from the YMSK Modeling Agency." Anzu said and the blonde haired idol walked closer to you. You jolted when you felt the gaze of a beautiful idol right in front of you. Those violet orbs bore deeply into your soul and you finally recognized who. 'Arashi Narukami of Knights?! Looking at me?!' You thought as you stared back at her and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, little one~" She chuckled along with her greeting and you blinked twice. 'Am I too small for their perspective...?' Suddenly, Nyaitsu crawled out of your pocket and walked towards the silver-haired idol that sat on the chair by the table. You paled that you stuttered out, "N-Nyaitsu...! Come back here...!" Nyaitsu didn't respond as he butted his head on his leg and his tail stood up, telling him to be friends with him. You felt chills on your spine when he picked Nyaitsu up. "My, my, Izumi, it seems like that little kitten is interested in you," Arashi commented and chuckled, "Does this mean it reflects to the owner's feelings?" 'When it's actually the opposite...' You thought and you shook your head. "N-Nya-Nya-Nyaitsu...." You stuttered out his name in fear as you tried to call him but Nyaitsu planted a paw on the idol's face, trying to be friendly as always. The other was stunned at the cat's actions that he cradled the cat on his arms. Nyaitsu meowed and it caught the attention of the other idols in the studio. "Hm, is this an another one of Leo's cats...?" The ravenette yawned out as he asked. "Get him out... We don't want an another D'artagnyan..." "Ahahaha! It seemed like we have a new member of Knights!" The ginger exclaimed and Nyaitsu meowed. He took the cat out of Izumi's arms and raised him up in the air and looked at Nyaitsu. "I think we should name him!" "Leo, please don't keep a cat and name them everytime you saw one..." The garnet haired sighed and Leo chuckled, "Don't worry Suou~ We'll name him... Hmm..." "N-Nyaitsu..." You stuttered out his name as you called him everyone turned their head as you caught their attention. You jolted and spoke again. "H-His name is Nyaitsu..." Nyaitsu meowed as it tried to reach his paws out to you. You walked towards Leo and he gave you your cat. Nyaitsu immediately crawled all the way to your pocket with his whole body and popped his head out to see them. "Awwww..." Arashi sighed. "Your cat is too cute! Can I touch him?" "Ah... sure...?" You said in a questioning tone and fiddled your fingers. She nodded and knelt down to Nyaitsu's level. She reached out her finger to touch him and she booped his nose, making Nyaitsu playfully bit her finger and licked it. You paled when Nyaitsu bit her but she just cooed at how cute Nyaitsu is. Well, Nyaitsu is cute but you couldn't resist when he clinged on your coat and wanted you to bring him with you anytime and anywhere. Anzu informed that the photoshoot will start in ten minutes so you prepared your notes and placed Nyaitsu on the table, away from the camera flash so that he won't be alarmed by the lights. You placed your camera on the table so that it won't be damaged. You trust Nyaitsu on being near your camera so he only played with the leather strap that was clipped on your camera holder. Meanwhile, your senior is preparing the tripod stand for the camera and adjusted her own camera to the neutral settings. Anzu approached her and tell her about the preferences of each idol in the unit and she nodded in agreement as she listened. You jot down your senior's actions for reference and notes and observed her as a junior photographer. "Hm? You're not taking pictures?" Arashi asked you as she looked at your notes. Nyaitsu meowed lowly and slept on your arm that held the pen as you write, which is your dominant hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She said and walked back to the white screen to gather with the other idols. 'Well done, Nyaitsu...' You thought as you looked at the cat on your arm. You continued to write down and observed every idol by the white screen. You observed every pose done by the idol that you sketched it down on your jotter pad. Their poses are flawless, as if they knew what to do in this activity of theirs. You sketched and sketched until you look up to see them posing until your eyes widen in surprise. Your jaw nearly dropped the moment your eyes laid on Izumi and made yourself remember the fact that you had a teensy tiny crush on him when you first saw Knights on one of their lives held at MDM stage at Ensemble Square. Those icy blue eyes and frosty silver hair did something to you to make your heart skip a beat whenever he performed with a smile. Talk about hearts jumping and sprinting a marathon. Nyaitsu probably recognized Izumi the first time he stepped foot into Ensemble Square when he first meowed at him. Arashi does mention that a pet reflects the owner's feelings. She never lied about that. Well, that's also a rumor and a myth according to pet owners that you blushed at the thought of it. You messed up your first encounter with him by the seaside and you want to crawl in a hole and die. Of course, Nyaitsu seemed like he have other plans as the wingcat of the soon-to-be-relationship while he slept. You're really holding the urge to trap him in your bedroom while he slept on your bed the next morning you'll wake up and leave home early before his waking hours. Your mind wandered off to somewhere as your hand wrote scribbles and random notes, along with your observation to your senior taking photos of Knights in solos, pairs, trios, and as a group. You dreamily sighed while admiring the idol you like and held your camera. Nyaitsu's head fell on the table and you didn't notice. He immediately woke up and curled himself to sleep, minding his own business while his owner is being delusional and in love. You followed how your senior held her own camera and focused the lens for the photo quality. You were too focused on following your senior's movements that copied her a little for reference purposes. You saw her click the shutter and you did the same. Your eyes widen when you realized that you took an another photo of Izumi... again in accident. "Again...?" You sighed out, aghast at the results of your work. Though it seemed stolen but the photo made it seem like time stopped, like how you view the world when your gaze fell on him. It's always like this whenever you watched Knights' lives like everything around you is frozen in time. His appearance made your heart stop and reach the point that you're in between life and death. Even if you saw him in the flesh in every Knights' live, you couldn't help but to blush more when you actually met him in person. And you began to admire him from afar ever since that day of the live. You remembered the day when you first entered Knights' live and you are at the second row seat, thanks to your boss' reward for you for doing well in work. "As a reward for doing well in your work, I have a gift for you," Your boss said and slid two tickets on her desk with her fingers. "Two tickets to Knights' live in Ensemble Square's main live stage. You'll be at the second row seats, good for you and your companion to watch their live up close. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Er... Auntie... I'm not interested in watching lives..." "I, too, wasn't interested either." She massaged her forehead and pinched the bridge between her brows. "I wanted to ask my daughter to accompany you for the whole time inside Ensemble Square's stage. She's a fan of Knights but always listened to other units' songs in random except for Knights'." "I can just give it to her and—" The door slammed open and it revealed a woman average in height, messy mullet hair, and a camera on hand, shaking while she held it. She panted for air and his smile widen at the two tickets that laid on the boss' desk. "I heard that Knights' live is in two days. Hey, ma! Got some tickets for me and (Name)?" She asked and exclaimed in the same time. She sighed out and held the tickets and waved it on her hand, waving it and beckoned him closer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the tickets waving her closer and skipped her way to the desk and took hold of the tickets as she squealed like a fangirl. "But, you have to bring someone with you." She and raised her brow, "Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, her." She shifted her gaze to point at you with her eyes and you stepped back, taken aback at what she said. You are about to decline but she is too persistent on bringing you there to Ensemble Square. You shook your head whenever she asked you out to watch Knights' live but she never stopped asking you every chance she got. On the day of the live, she dragged you out of the apartment just as you prepared yourself to look presentable at work but she asked for a one day leave for you and her to watch a live at Ensemble Square, much to your dismay. Just as the two of you sat on the second row seats, right near the center of the stage, she pulled a lightstick from her bag and pressed the button too many times after she turned the switch button. You rolled your eyes and look away. She poked your shoulder with the lightstick and you saw the color glowing out from it. It glowed in a metallic blue color, representing Knights' color motif. You took it from her hand and held it carefully, looking at how the lightstick amazed you that your eyes glinted. As the stage lights went dim, the whole room went dark. You heard footsteps from someone on stage and stood on their positions. A soft guitar tune played and the silhouettes began to dance with the music. Your eyes never left the figures on that very stage and watched them from your seat. "Isn't this Silent Oath...?" You murmured under your breath as you recognized the song. It's the first Knights' song you've listened before you knew Knights. Your heart began to pound as you tried to familiarize who's who according to the silhouettes on the stage. Your gaze remained on one figure, whose movements are as graceful as a ballerina and it piqued your curiosity. It was until the lights shined down on him. The moment the spotlights shined down on Izumi, your eyes glinted with amazement as your heart fluttered. His silver locks and his icy blue eyes made your eyes never took off of him for the whole performance. His soft, graceful movements can be mistaken as a soft gentle breeze from the meadows. You were so sure that when he turned his head to where you were, your eyes locked gazes with him. You blushed hard at the memory and let go of your camera and looked down on your jotter pad, hiding the blush but you ended up sketching Izumi's portrait, making you turn your page and sketch on a new, blank page. Your actions scared Nyaitsu awake that he walked away few small steps away from you and slept there.

You groaned softly and shook your head to clear your thoughts as you observed your senior and jot down the very important details of your senior to report it to your boss, who is your aunt. You let out a long, quiet sigh and continued to observe and write down occasionally. Unbeknownst to you, someone stared at you from the white screen and fell into a trance. His cold gaze softened at the sight. His cold aura changed into warmth, like how the winter became spring until it turned into summer. A light chuckle was heard from the blonde along with the ravenette. They looked at each other with smug looks and hid their smirk behind their fingertips, as if they have a new tea to spill in their own circles. Just as the work came to a halt due to a break, Anzu entered the studio with five bottles of water and five towels on hand. Your senior sat on one of the chairs by the table and looked at the photos to check if it's blurry or has low quality. On the moment Anzu placed the towels and water bottles on the far end of the table, the whole unit came to take their own share and chatted about the whole shoot while your senior chatted at her and ended up having a conversation with the producer. You heard a sigh as someone sat on the chair beside yours. "She acted like Kaoru... It makes me remind on how many times she've hitted on Anzu. Sooooo~ annoying." You jolted a little as you looked on who it is. You quickly closed your notes and held your camera to turn it on to make him not to disturb you and mind their own business. But unfortunately, it didn't go the way you thought so. "Hey." He said and you ignored him. He called you out again but there was no response. "Hey, ms. "who took a picture of me a while ago" photographer, are you deaf or just pretending not to listen to me?" He gave you a cold stare and chilld crawled into your spine. Your hands began to shake as you held the camera and froze on your seat. Your fear made Nyaitsu jump out of his sleep and hissed at Izumi. His tail stood up and his back arched as he hissed at Izumi. He hissed and glared at him as if he's protecting you from danger. "Whahahahaha! Sena, you're scaring her with your glare! Look, you even made her pet hiss at you and shielded her from you like a brave knight!" Leo laughed out and Tsukasa sighed at his senior's words. "N-Nyaitsu... calm down..." You tried to calm Nyaitsu down but he still hissed at Izumi that you apologized. "I'm sorry about Nyaitsu. He's quite jumpy today for some reason." "It's alright. Just teach your cat some manners, will you?" He scoffed as he accepted your apology. Your eye twitched at his words while trying to calm Nyaitsu down. Ritsu sat on the chair by the other side of the table and rested his arms on the table and his head on it as he now sat in front of you. He looked at Nyaitsu as he reached out his hand and calmed him down by a single touch of his fingers on the cat's soft fur. "I guess your presence warned him that he thought of protecting you from danger." Ritsu muttered out and looked at you. His vermilion eyes narrowed and he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "I guess he didn't feel my presence either when I have plans on you." You gulped down as you stared back at him. The way your throat moved as you gulped made his grin widen. "Seems like you know what I meant." His hand continued to entertain Nyaitsu until it fell on to the table and lied down, sleeping. Ritsu stood up from his seat and walked closer to you. Then, he stood beside you and placed his hand on your shoulders and leaned closer to the side of your head. He softly breathed out, his hot breath touching your ears as you shivered at the contact and his grin turn into a smirk. Ritsu chuckled at your reaction as he inched closer to the side of your ear and and blew air to your ear. You jolted and froze as he did. You felt like you couldn't move due to how close he is by distance and how intimate his actions are. He chuckled lowly and inched closer to your neck as he slid his hands on the side of your shoulders and held it firmly. Your reactions made him want to do more as his smirk widen. "Now, what happens when I..." He opened his mouth and breathed out on your neck, forming goosebumps as his breath touched your skin. You felt like you're being pulled away from Ritsu when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making you hit his chest as an arm wrapped around your waist. "Ritsu, you know you'll leave a bad impression if you scare someone like that?" Izumi scolded Ritsu but the other just gave him a smug look in return. Arashi held her laughter that was holding at her throat and covered her mouth but she let out a giggle as a result. "Yeah, yeah, I won't do it again, Secchan~" Ritsu raised his hands in defeat and playfully rolled his eyes. Arashi's soft giggles became audible to her fellow unit members nearby until it became loud and clear as she started to laugh. "My, my, Izumi. Look at yourself. Well done, Ritsu." Tsukasa facepalmed at his seniors and sighed, "You two, would you please cut that out? Break time is over and we're doing an another round for the shoots." "For the first time of the day, Suuchan acted like a leader. Well done, Naru." Ritsu chuckled and went back to the white screen, followed by Arashi who is still giggling at the sight and calmed down as she was called by Tsukasa. Izumi look down at you and apologized, "I want to apologize about Ritsu. Are you alright?" You nodded your head and you felt him letting you go from his hold. You look up to see him and you realized that he held you closer to him, as if he's protecting you away from harm. You held your breath when your eyes looked at his icy blue ones, that are staring back at yours. You look away and apologized for staring, to which he also apologized. He is glad that you looked away when a blush dusted on his cheeks and turn his head to avoid looking at you. Izumi scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat and returned to the white screen, where he saw the other unit members looked at him with a smug face, making him look annoyed by them giving such looks at him. Izumi sighed out and massaged his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb and groaned, "If you have something to say in mind then say it out. Don't waste my time." He crossed his arms as he huffed out. Their smug looks turned into a grin and changed into a smirk. "Secchan, you're blushing." "Izumi, you're in love." "Sena, you gave me inspiration." "Senior Sena, don't deny it—" "Because denial is a river in Egypt." They said altogether as if they had planned it all along, earning a facepalm from Izumi himself and an annoyed sigh. Anzu and your senior held their chuckle as the senior photographer covered her mouth with her hand and the other looking away. "I've heard enough. Back to work."

The photoshoot officially ended for the day the moment you and your senior bade farewell to Knights and exited the studio, you both exhaled out and sighed. It made you feel the urge of sprinting your way out of the building and make a mad dash to the seashore and scream out your feelings to the calm sea. But instead, you groaned in annoyance when your senior, who is your cousin, walked beside you and teased you for being shy towards Ritsu and Arashi, especially Izumi as the two of you walked your way out of Ensemble Square. "Haha, what? You're acting all cute and flustered. Back then, too many guys wanted to date you because of that." She pointed out on how almost every guy in campus back in your high school days swooned at how cute you looked, not to mention, you were known for being beautiful and pretty in their eyes. You flicked her forehead to give her a sense of reality and retorted in response. "I rejected those jerks on the spot because they have other plans in mind and that is to get their hands under my pants." You poked her head and pushed your finger to teach her a lesson for pestering you. "I am well aware on how disgusting their minds are so I rather die than saying yes to them." "Yeah, right. Whatever you say..." She sighed out and you smirked at your victory that you turned your head to avoid your cousin's teasing smirk. She let out a smug look and looked at you with a mischievous grin. "And what about him?" You glared at her and sighed, "I'd rather avoid making eye contact with him." "Yeah..." She paused for a moment and grinned, "Yeah, right... Not when he's walking this way and he's right behind you now..." "Pardon?" You raised your brow as you looked at her. You saw how her eyes only moved to make you look behind of you as she moved her head. You look back to see that Izumi is right behind you, looking at you with the same cold gaze like earlier. You held your breath and turned around to face him, surprising her, Nyaitsu and Izumi for your sudden action. Poor cat jumped out from his nap when he slept in your coat pocket. "Mr. Sena...! D-Do you have something to ask or to tell something to us?" You ask as you stuttered while pointing yourself and your cousin. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering and nervously gulped down when you felt his gaze on you. "Actually, I was going to ask you if it was you who I met by the seaside when I went out for a walk this morning." He bluntly replied and seriously looked at you. You froze when he said it that you began to hesitate on answering. Her smirk widened and teased you as she raised her brow and nudged your side with her elbow. "Oho? So you met him before, huh, (Name)?" You jolted at her question and gave her a side eye glare. Suddenly, Nyaitsu climbed out of your pocket to sit on your shoulder as he napped there. Izumi's eyes widened a little and his blank look turned into a smirk as his words came out of his lips in realization. "It seems that I finally found you, (Name), junior photographer of YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped. For the umpteenth time, you were so glad that you have a mask on right now but not the you this morning because he knows what you look like. You paled at how he knows your name, your status in the modeling agency and its name. Your cousin's jaw dropped too and she is too stunned to speak. 'Please kill me...' You thought as you froze on the spot. 'Well done, Nyaitsu... you revealed me to him and finally knew who I am...' "P-Please to meet you, Mr. Sena..." You said as you wryly smiled behind your mask. In your point of view, you throught that his gaze sharpened and turned into a glare that it seemed like he skinned you alive by looking at you. When in reality, he's just looking at you with his usual gaze. "Ah, er... if you'll excuse us..." You took your cousin's hand and briskly walked away from Izumi and Nyaitsu clinged on your shoulder as you left with her at the corridor. "Wait...! You forgot something..." His words faltered when you disappeared as you turned the corner with your cousin. He looked down at the camera he held in his hands and saw your name engraved at the leather strap of your camera and brushed it with his thumb. You gripped her hand tightly as you walked away when you felt your heart pounding and breathed heavily as you walked out of the building with your cousin. You weren't so sure if you're embarrassed, shy, scared, or something else. It confused you completely to the core. You let go of her hand and ran away from her. "Huh? (Name)?! Wait for me!" Your cousin followed you as you ran. But running is her weakness that she stopped and knelt on the stone floor, heavily panting. You ran and ran to where your legs will take you. You felt tears running out of your eyes and wiped it with the sleeve of your coat. More tears kept falling as you ran. You stopped running when you stood in front of the seashore. You leaned on the fence as you watched the sun setting down to the horizon. You saw how the morning blue sky turned into orange in twilight. The once blue sea turned violet as the sun's reflection on the water dispersed as the waves flowed to the land and back to the sea. You sighed out and held back your tears. You are scared to face anyone else to the point that you wanted to be alone until you've recovered from your fear. You began to shed tears and wept as you hid your face with the sleeves of your coat and sobbed.

At the common room of Starmony Dorm, a unit gathered themselves, occupying every seat there and bombarded questions to someone named Izumi Sena of Knights, who is currently holding a camera and looked at every detail on the camera on his hands while sitting on the couch. "Whoa, Sena, you met her before? No wonder why you kept staring at her." Leo pointed out after he asked Izumi and Arashi added, "It seemed like we found his fated partner." "Too late, Secchan~ It seems like you couldn't deny the fact that you stared at her with a longing gaze." Ritsu teased and smirked. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Tsukasa tried to stop his seniors for teasing Izumi. "Will you three tone that down...?" Izumi somewhat ignored his unitmates' teasing and looked at the camera. He accidentally pressed a button and turned the camera on, letting out a small beep and quick shifting of the lens and it caught everyone's attention. His eyes widen when he pressed a button to show the pictures taken from the present. It first revealed a stolen picture of Izumi while posing at the actual camera and photographer in front of him. He pressed the same button again and revealed an another stolen shot of Izumi close up while walking as he looked at the other side of the street. He was impressed that even though it's an accidental or a stolen shot. The picture's quality amazed him and the fact that this camera is owned by a junior photographer made him more curious about the owner of the camera. He didn't mean to invade someone's privacy with this camera but he needs to know about you. Izumi pressed the button again and showed a few pictures of Nyaitsu lying down on his back while posing for the camera, attempting to look cute in front of the lens. He pressed the button a few more times and saw a picture of you looking away and tried to hide the lens with your hand, followed by you looking at the camera, surprised that you were taken a photo by someone behind the camera, and came next a photo that he thought of keeping it with him. It's a photo of you, looking at something that caught your attention, gazing at something with a longing gaze, your elbow propped on the table and your cheek resting on the palm of your hand while your other arm rested on the table, holding a pen on hand. Judging from the way you held your pen, you twirled it with your fingers when this photo was taken. Leo looked at the camera curiously as Izumi looked at the pictures taken with this camera. He saw how Izumi smiled when he looked at the picture of you on the camera. "Someone is in love~" Leo said as he laid his head on Izumi's lap, turning the silver-haired idol's attention to the ginger. "So, what does she look like? Is she pretty?" "I have a feeling that she seemed beautiful... she wore a mask when she came here..." Arashi sighed as she placed her hand on her cheek and swooned. Ritsu added, "She smells like cherry blossoms and strawberries combined and she smelled like a cat because of her pet." "And Nyaitsu sounded like Knights, right?" Leo sat up on the couch and pointed a fact about your cat. "It does sound like Little John's kittens when we named her kittens after our names." "Well, it does sounded like that..." Tsukasa commented and looked at Izumi, who is still quiet while looking at more pictures that were taken and captured with your camera. "Hm, Izumi? Why do you have a picture of (Name) on your camera?" Someone behind Izumi asked him and he recognized who is it judging from his voice. He turn around to see Kaoru Hakaze, a unit member of UNDEAD, his best friend of the Sanbaka group, known in class 3-A at Yumenosaki Academy, hovering behind Izumi while looking at your camera, the camera that Izumi had on his hand while your picture is in display. "Kaoru, you know her?" Izumi raised his brow at him and Kaoru answered, "She's at the media course two years ago. She graduated along with us back then." "Wait, she's also a third year that time?" Tsukasa asked Kaoru and he nodded. "So she's an upperclassman, huh?" Coincidentally, a picture of you wearing Yumenosaki Academy's signature blue blazer. A flower pin is pinned on your left chest on your blazer and a green necktie is hanging underneath your collar. A wide smile was formed on your face that you laughed happily while trying to smile while you were taken a picture by someone behind the camera. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you smiled while holding a diploma case on one hand while you tried to tucking your hair behind your ear with the other. The way your hair flowed while the wind blew past you was being blown by the gentle spring breeze as the cherry blossom petals fell and being carried away by the wind. The pink cherry blossoms behind you was blurry that the camera is mostly focused on you and you alone. Izumi blushed when he saw the photo and Kaoru let out a smug look. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Izumi let out a distressed sigh and groaned, "Kaoru, since you know who she is, then you flirted at her back then, didn't you?" "Well, now that you've said that..." Kaoru scratched the back of his head and look away, flustered and embarrassed. "I actually hitted up on her when I first saw her at campus. She's really pretty that I've been flirting at her whenever I saw her at the hallways but she always gave me the most scariest glare I've ever seen too many times over in return. The others blinked twice while listening to Kaoru in sync. "If looks could kill, then her glare is way more scarier than yours, Izumi." "Wow! So there's someone who is way more scarier than Sena? I'm impressed! Should we give her a nickname?" Leo exclaimed that everyone's heads turned to face the composer. "Ah~ Senaaaa~ I want to meet her again..." "But she left her camera here..." Arashi pointed at the camera on Izumi's hand but Izumi continued to look at the pictures every time he pressed the button and stopped when something caught his attention. It's a photo of you sleeping. You were hugging a pillow, snuggling it up close while your hair splayed on the lower part of the pillow. You seemed peaceful when you slept that he thought of you as an angel. The way how your eyes closed when you slept made him think He suddenly shook his head and he immediately turned the camera off and placed it on his lap. The blush never left his face and everyone grinned at how pink Izumi seemed right now. "Izumi, it seems like you brought Little Tori's hair to shame." Arashi chuckled at his senior model's blush and Ritsu grinned, "Seems like that she made you blush like this. How cute, Secchan." Izumi facepalmed and sighed again, "Don't you three have anything else other than teasing? Sooooo~ annoying." Everyone laughed at Izumi that he irked and sighed again and left the common room in silence. "Senaaaaa! The next time you kidnap someone, make sure to steal her heart, okay?!" "Shut your mouth, Leo!" He snapped but that made Leo laugh more. Izumi groaned and returned to his shared dorm room in silence. On his way back to his dorm room, he stared out at the window at the hallway on the third floor of the dorm building. He saw the courtyard view at night that he let out a small sigh. He saw the camera on his hand and held it tightly yet firmly. If there is a day that he wanted to see you again, then it'll be by tomorrow or someday soon.

At the same night, in the living room, you told your cousin that you left your camera at Ensemble Square's studio. She paled that she exclaimed, "Huh?! You left your camera at Ensemble Square?!" Your cousin exclaimed and sat on the couch in the living room, exasperated at the news. "That's it! You're going back there with me by tomorrow after we settle the paperwork at the agency." "No! I don't want to go back there unless it's for work purposes!" You shook your head as you hugged the pillow tightly and planted your face on it. She groaned in return and grabbed your cheeks with her hands, forcing you to face her and she glared. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Yes, ma'am." You quickly answered and ran back to your room and locked the door shut after you closed it. 'What have I gotten myself into...?' The next morning at work, you hid behind your desk, editing the pictures to enhance the quality but you made less adjustments until the desired color, tint, tone, and sharpness. Meanwhile your cousin, who is your senior at work, printed her documents as she sipped her coffee. You sat there and tiredly look at the computer screen while clicking the mouse as you listened to Silent Oath for how long on loop. You let out a long sigh until someone knocked on your cubicle, which you considered as a wall to hide yourself while working. You look up to see who's knocking and it's the front desk manager and your boss, who is your aunt during off-duty. "What brings you two here?" You raised your brow and asked your aunt. She answered, "You have a visitor." That's quite unusual. "If it's someone from my former alma mater then shoo them away." You replied and return to face your work. "Actually, it's important and urgent because they really wanted to see you." Your aunt said that you clicked a few times and put the computer screen to sleep and sighed. You pushed the swivel chair backwards to give yourself space to move and stand on your feet. "Fine..." You left your desk and went to the main entrance of the agency building. Just as you left the main office, your cousin looked at your walking figure disappearing as you turned the corner and raised her brow as she looked at her mother and asked her, "You didn't tell her who, didn't you?" "Well, her visitor prefers seeing her in person because he wanted to talk to her alone." She answered and crossed her arms. She looked at her daughter and smirked, "Let's give her some alone time, shall we?" On your way to the lobby, you hummed the song that never left your mind ever since the day started and curiously thought of who your visitor might be. You hoped that it's not an admirer or stalkers who came to see your co-workers. You wished that all of those will stop but that can't be helped when you're at the modeling agency. Of course, you worked at a modeling agency so this happened often. You arrived at the lobby and look around to see who's looking for you but there was none. You sighed in relief. You wouldn't know who'll be at the lobby wanting to see you. You hoped it's not someone from your previous alma mater or someone you met from work. "Nice to meet you, (Name)." Or so you thought... The moment you turn around to see who called you, you saw Izumi Sena, stood there by the counter. His arms are crossed while leaning on the counter on his shoulder. His cold gaze stared into your eyes that you froze. You could feel how cold it is the moment your eyes gazed back at his. You avoided his stare that your eyes trailed on the leather strap on his shoulder. Your name engraved on the leather strap became visible to you that you realized that he came here to return your camera. You held your breath and your hands began to shake in fear. From the other exit to the lobby, your aunt and cousin sneaked behind to the counter listened to your conversation with Izumi in silence. "Why are we here?" Your cousin whispered to her mother and she only shushed her and pointed up, meaning that they'll listen to them for a while. "No greetings? You don't have manners at all, do you?" He asked as his stare became a little sharp and his aura became colder to the point that it reached absolute zero. You gulped down and stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." You fiddled your thumbs and look down to avoid his stare once again and greeted him back. "N-Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sena..." "What is Izumi doing...?!" Arashi whispered out her yells when she wore a disguise and hid behind the newspaper she held. "Secchan is scaring her... Should we help him?" Ritsu yawned as he rested his head on Arashi's shoulder and napped. "It's better to leave him like that." Tsukasa, who seemed done with his seniors' shenanigans just groaned quietly and glanced at Izumi for a moment. You heard him sigh. He held the leather strap and removed the camera off of him. You felt the camera on your hands and held your camera as it landed on your hands. He placed the leather strap on your neck and on your shoulders, making you wearing it. "You left this yesterday at the studio," He said, softly and put a hand on his pocket. "I wanted to tell you that I'm returning your camera but you ran away before I could tell you." You held your breath at what he said. You bowed down from your waist and apologized profusely. "I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to do that! I-I just... er..." He annoyingly sighed, "Look up, will you?" You immediately straighten your back and apologized again. "I'm sorry..." "There's no need to apologize," He said and paused for a moment. "I'm just returning it to you. Nothing more, nothing less." "S-Still... I wanted to apologize for being a bother..." You held your camera tight as you apologized. "I-If you'll excuse me, I have to go." You left the lobby and returned to the office, still scared at the fact that Izumi came all the way here to return the camera to you and you thought that became a bother to him. A sigh was heard at the seats at the lobby. Arashi folded the newspaper in half and in fourths, while glaring at Izumi. "You messed it all up, big time." "Well, what am I supposed to say when she acted like a cornered mouse?" Izumi retorted and crossed his arms again. "I didn't mean to scare her Naru." Ritsu yawned and commented at Izumi, "This is why Izumi Sena, who often went to Florence and return to Japan for work, doesn't get any dating experience or observing a couple there at Italy and ended up scaring a girl who worked at a modeling agency as a photographer." Arashi raised her brow at the ravenette's words and commented, "Says you, who often clinged at your childhood friend and scaring him by biting him on the neck with your fangs. You don't have any dating experience either, Ritsu." Ritsu retorted and snickered, "Also you, Naru. You don't have any dating experience either." "At least I shared it with Mika." Arashi smirked and Ritsu was left speechless. Tsukasa snickered and his two seniors glanced at him and the garnet-haired remained quiet, for he has no dating experience either. The three idols in the lobby just sighed at the fact that they have no dating experience or talk to girls normally other than Anzu. Arashi lit up and a light bulb popped out of her head. "Should we ask Hiyori or Kaoru on how to talk to girls?" Everyone turned their heads on Arashi and nodded. They looked back at Izumi and Tsukasa asked him, "Don't you have an appointment with the boss of the agency today at nine?" Arashi facepalmed and remembered that she and Izumi have an appointment with your boss. "Ah, right..." "That's my cue to leave~" Your aunt whispered to her daughter and sneaked out of the front desk and quickly walked back to her office. "That woman..." She clenched her fist while looking at her mother walking away from the exit of the front desk counter.

You tried to focus on your work but your mind still wandered back to Izumi. You felt like crying right now because you're too scared to face him again. You tried to breathe and calm yourself down but nothing worked. You covered your face with your hands and held your tears. You were about to cry until your phone buzzed and a notification popped up on your lock screen. Bossy Mom: Come here at the office right now. Daughter of Mischief: For what reason>:)))) Bossy Mom: I have something to show you. You took your phone on the table and messaged them. Cat Lover: Why do you need us to come to your office? Don't you have an appointment with someone? Bossy Mom: More like there's two of them. I forgot to tell you two. Daughter of Mischief: I'm here at the door. That better not beASDFGHJKL OMG YOU DID JUST NOT Daughter of Mischief: (NAME) COME HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS You rolled your eyes and left your desk as you strutted your way to the boss' office, your aunt's office. The way your cousin typed in caps made you think that something is interesting and surprising to her but that made your stomach churn when you felt something bad. As you reached the door, you sighed out and knocked on the door. You turned the knob and opened the door, revealing yourself, looking annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion! If there is something you want to tell me, my dear cousin and aunt, please elaborate—" Your words cut off the moment violet and blue eyes stared at you. You froze at the door and slowly closed it, letting out a creak. Just before you could close the door shut, someone from the other side stopped you from doing so by grabbing your hand and dragged you in. They closed the door shut and locked the door from the inside of the room. "What the—" You were thrown by someone from your arm and you hit a soft wall— more like someone's chest and held you in place to maintain your balance. You heard a chuckle and you could recognize who it is. "My, of all things she could bump in to is actually Izumi~" "Naru, will you tone that down?" His arms still holding you and you backed away when you realized who. Your back bumped into someone's chest and hugged you from behind. "Long time no see, Little (Name)~" Arashi cooed and hugged you tight. It's been years since someone called you with that nickname. You realized that it's someone you knew in the past. "Rashi?" You called her in a questioning tone and she hummed. You hugged her back and squealed, "I miss you! I couldn't recognize you because you seem different from before!" "I didn't know you're also an alumnus at Yumenosaki..." She sighed and hugged you tight yet firm. "I called you Little (Name) in the past but I didn't expect that you'll be my upperclassman." "And I didn't expect Rashi will be one of my underclasswomen. You're so tall that I could reach you when I'm on my toes~" You giggled as you cupped her cheeks and squished it. Izumi was aghast at your interaction with Arashi. You seemed different from earlier when you acted all shy and scared towards him but acting all friendly when it comes to Arashi and annoyed towards your cousin, who is your senior at work and your aunt, who is your boss at work. His mouth slightly open agape, flabbergasted. You let go of Arashi but she still held you close as her arms clinged on your waist and asked her, "How did you know that it's me, Rashi?" "I saw a childhood photo of you and your cousin at your boss' desk." She chuckled and answered in response as she pointed at the picture frame on the desk. She squished your cheeks with both hands and smiled. "You look more pretty than the last time I saw you. What a glow up." "Hehe... Rashi~" You giggled and smiled at her, making her smile brighten up like the sun. Izumi recovered from shock and blurted out, "So that girl who we thought that is younger than us is actually her?" Izumi pointed at you and Arashi and your aunt nodded. Arashi answered as she clinged on to you like how you cling on her in the past. "She came to our photoshoot in the past and played with her at the garden remember? She's a young model back then but she stopped playing with us when she moved away." "And now, our little princess is back with us again~!" Arashi squeezed you and nuzzled her cheek on yours. You giggled, feeling overwhelmed at the affection Arashi gave you. "Rashi... quit calling me little... am I that small in your perspective...?" "Too small that I could fit you in my pocket like your little Nyaitsu~" She gave your cheek a big smooch and pulled away. Her lipstick left a mark on your cheek and let go of you. Izumi scoffed and clicked his tongue. "Tch. Would you please stop being touchy towards her? It irks me." Arashi gave him a smug look and smirked, "Jealous? I can give her more kisses than you are, Izumi. Should I give her more for you?" Izumi's eye twitch that he began to fume with anger but never revealed it right in front of you or anyone else in the office but Arashi knew that he is indeed jealous. Your aunt cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention and everyone in her office all turn to face her. "Since everyone is already here, I have an announcement to make." "(Name), you're going to be Knights' photographer for a year. You'll be moved to Ensemble Square for a collaboration project with Knights and YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped at the announcement and Arashi squeezed you and squealed. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Why me? I'm not a professional photographer and I'm just a junior..." "Well, that's because your talents in photography were proven and revealed to someone," She answered and let out a sly smirk. "From someone who returned your camera and told me about it." Your face went pale and shifted your gaze to look at Izumi, who avoided looking at you by facing away from you. Arashi snickered and let out a chuckle. "Actually, not just him." You sighed out, "Rashi..." She chuckled as she swayed while hugging you close. "I'm sorry... I wanted to avoid it but I can't help it..." "(Name), you're no longer a junior anymore," Your aunt said as she softly smiled. "You immersed yourself alongside your senior while she's working and you observed her in every detail. In this level, you could be a professional due to your camera handling skills. A camera can only be tamed by talented hands and yours are born natural because an expert taught you carefully from scratch." "Because of that, you'll be promoted as a senior photographer but you still have less experience in working with an another professional so I guess that this could be a good opportunity for you to work with someone. Not to mention, you have former colleagues who can guide you to the entertainment industry while you're learning step by step." You couldn't say anything at this announcement that your aunt told you. It made you fall silent and nearly faint for holding your breath as you listened. You blinked twice and nodded. Izumi stared at you. His gaze softened as he looked at you. He wanted to act the same as how Arashi did to you but he couldn't. He only stood there and look away, hiding his sadness behind his annoyed expression.

W/N:

I hate him (affectionately). just wait for next year and watch me cringe after i read this.

#written by herri #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #izumi sena x reader #sena izumi x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #izumi sena #sena izumi

[jeusschrist2005]

All The Little Things || Louis Ives

word count: 552

warnings/tags: Fluff (?), allusions to the solicitation of prostitutes, no smut this time ?!?! !!!

Summary: Louis goes out on his own

A/N: I wanted to do something for Valentine’s but soon realized none of my drafts would do. I realized I don’t really write about real love, and I tend to glamorize things that shouldn’t be glamorized for the sake of smut. DISCLAIMER! DO NOT BE LIKE READER! NEVER BE LIKE READER! SHE IS WEAK AND STUPID! Anyway, for a change of pace I wrote up this little blurb moment. Love is everywhere. Keep your heart soft and open to love. Love everything you do. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Louis didn’t like Valentine’s Day. He, like most other singles, found that it was fueled by the wretched hands of capitalism. But it was more than that to him, and to most singles too. Seeing other people so happy with each other — flaunting love as if it was their goal to make lonely people feel even lonelier — was pain-inducing. Louis knew it was only jealousy fueling this hate, and if he had a Valentine he would be having a perfect day, too.

Earlier that morning, Henry had invited Louis to a Valentine's dinner with one of his eccentric “old lady friends”. It would only be the three of them so, like most times, Louis declined for fear of intrusion. Subsequently, he had the apartment to himself. He didn’t want to bring any of his usual scum into the apartment. It wasn't worth the ten minutes of pleasure he’d get out of it; it only ever left him feeling worse, confused on where the line between sexual exploration and perversion lay.

Louis spent much of the day on the couch half-watching late-80s crime movies under a soft woolen blanket made for him by his late great-aunt as a birthday present. It always managed to make him feel better, and it was a plus that the blanket was as cozy as ever. Even still, he felt no better, so around five at night he decided to go somewhere to try and cheer himself up. He decided on a bookstore which he had seen but never actually been inside. There was no greater comfort for Louis than a good story.

The shop was mostly full, which made Louis uncomfortable, but he pushed through and quickly found himself right at home. It was a nice refuge from the icy streets outside, too. In the corner sat a shelf of used classics — all of which he’d read before, some of which twenty-times over for his students. He had grown to hate those stories. He’d squeezed them dry. And yet, he felt a sense of remorse at the thought of his old life and how much happier he was back then — though somehow even lonelier than now, at a bookstore by himself on Valentine’s Day.

Louis picked up a dusty copy of Tuck, Everlasting — one of his favorite children’s novels from when he was a boy. He held it to his nose and inhaled deeply. It smelled like most old books did. The water damage was visible, and the cover was torn at both corners, distorting the author's name a bit.

As he opened to the title page, a tiny slip of paper fell out, about the size of a business card. He stooped down, clutching his hat to his chest, and inspected it. It was a Valentine from one of the packs kids gave out at school. On its front was an image of Hello Kitty holding a conversation heart which said “hug me”. He flipped it around, hoping some stupid little boy didn’t take for granted a sweet note from a classmate. In chicken-scratch writing it read: “To: Whoever finds this. Happy Valentine’s Day. Spread Love.” The “from” line was blank. Louis tucked the card in his breast pocket, not realizing the little smile creeping on his face, and proceeded with the book to check out.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #louis ives #the extra man #paul dano x reader

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Thanks for the tag @clicheantagonist!

This will be my last little bit of the soulmate au I share before being able to post the first chapter on AO3 on Monday.

"You can't keep me prisoner here! I have rights!"

"You forfeited those the moment those marks appeared."

Her glare was full of fire. She'd been backed into a corner and one thing she refused to be was prey.

She clocked Joseph with a left hook and shoved her way past Faith and John, knocking the blonde to the floor. Jacob stepped into her path and blocked her route to the exit.

"Kitten, you gotta relax."

"Fuck you! Let me through."

"Kit -"

She ran at him, ready to fight for her life. To bite and kick and claw and scratch. Her wedges threw her off balance and she couldn't get enough speed.

He grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up off her feet. Her arms and legs flailed as she fought against his hold.

Her arms were out of commission as he had her wrapped in a tight bear hug, but she wasn't giving up, not yet. She slammed her head forward, cracking her forehead against the bridge of his nose.

He was knocked back and his hold on her loosened, enough for her to raise her hand to his face and claw his cheek, blood began to rise to his skin's surface. His hands slipped off of her and she ran for the door.

The chosen stepped forward, rifles in hand, they were ready to take her on.

"Listen to me, child. This is a kindness. We are trying to save you from what's to come!" Joseph called out. "You have your sins, as we all do, but you can atone. Your place is with us. With Jacob."

Her chest heaved, her ears thundered with the sound of blood pumping, her icy blue stare was wild.

Jacob's voice cut through the adrenaline overtaking her, "You can't beat my chosen, Kit. Not without a weapon. You're a survivor. We can all see it. I'm not mad at ya. We just want to protect ya."

"I told you I don't need protecting."

"You will, angel. When the collapse comes to pass, and it will, you'll need us."

She stared at the men in front of her, breathing heavily. Everything inside of her told her to keep fighting, that even if she died it was better than agreeing to whatever the Seeds had planned for her.

"Kitty, please. I know your mind works the same as mine does. Everything is a fight, something you have to win. It's engraned in you to keep going, to survive. But I'm telling you being out there isn't gonna do you any good. Freedom isn't gonna do you any good if you're dead."

She paused, turning her head to look back over her shoulder at him, her eyes still narrowed.

"I know you can see sense. You're a smart woman. I know you're quick to act and I'm sure you have a lot of ideas in your head right now telling you that this is bad news. But I'm your soulmate, never thought I'd get one of those, but here you are and I'm not willing to lose ya."

Her hands clenched into fists and relaxed.

"I know Joseph probably scared ya with all that talk of getting hitched right away. Believe me, I wasn't exactly fond of the idea when I heard it the first time myself. But he's sure of this. Things are gonna start happening, changing real soon and you and me, we gotta be ready for it. I need you."

She could hear the heavy footsteps behind her, approaching her slowly. They echoed through the church.

His hands gripped her shoulders. His head lowering so his lips grazed her ear as he whispered, "We can't fight fate, baby."

Kit closed her eyes, the warmth from his touch flooded into her, heating up her entire body. She felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Damn him. Even if she tried to fight now the adrenaline had left her, he had a hold over her, and she knew it. She could feel it.

"What about my job? My friends?"

"Not gonna matter much soon."

He said it so matter-of-factually it sent a shiver down her spine.

"And my family?"

"You can tell them the good news after it's settled."

"When?"

"When, what?"

"When does Joseph expect us to make this official?"

"Tomorrow."

"God. Really?" She put her head in her hands. The sudden realization she wasn't getting out of this hit her like a ton of bricks.

"We'll get ya the dress, have a proper ceremony, but we gotta do it quick."

She swallowed heavily, still wanting to argue her place in all this.

"Then what?"

"Then the reaping begins."

#wip whenever #fan fiction #fc5 #far cry 5 #soulmate au #jacob seed x female deputy #jacob seed #kit cross

[georgiapeach30513]

Do James and Joshua have a relationship as their dads do or used have? Did Steve have James with him when Joshua moved to Boston with his mom? We read about Aster and Iris meeting Joshua but not James?

So we know that Bucky and Steve have a bit of a strained relationship between each other because of this whole situation. However, Steven and Brooklyn do not. To answer your question, yes, James and Joshua do have a bit of a relationship. Joshua while friends with him, was closer friends to Aster, and made friends with kids his age as well. For age reference Joshua is three years older than James.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Love Him Too Much

Summary:  Joshua meets James 

Pairings:  Steve X Brooklyn

Rating:  cute

Warnings: none, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  800

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Bucky & Brooklyn Masterlist

"Go on,” Steve gives James a little shove on his back, but the little boy looks up at his dad.  “This is Bucky’s son.  You know Uncle Bucky?” James gives a nod.  Those hazel eyes big and wide.

“You know my dad?” James bashfully looks down at the floor and nods.  “Do you know Az and Iris?”

“My Icy,” James comments, finally looking up at the boy.  “My friend.  She has a dog.”

“Yeah, Axel.  He’s came here.”

James looks excited up at Steve, and gives his hand a tug, “Can we come here with Kitty and Icy?”

“Yes, and Axel, and Azzie,” James scrunches up his nose shaking his head.  “If Az has someone to play with she might not throw dirt at you.  Joshua, you want to show James your new room?” with a nod he starts walking, and James follows right along with him up the stairs before Steve plops down on the couch.  “So, how are things with you?”

“Weird.  All of it weird.  Nana found a new friend.  Mr. Harlan Thrombey.  I think they fancy each other.  He came by with Mrs. Drysdale and the twins.  They seem quite fond of Joshua.  He likes them too.  Now wants a dog.  I don’t know if I’m ready for a dog, but a little boy should have a dog, and we have the room.”

“Yeah, they like houses that are far out.  I don’t know if I’ve been to this one,” you cock up an eyebrow looking at him.  “Friends with her first, then Ransom, now mostly his friend.”

“You wanted to see her naked.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sounds like it,” you laugh.  Walking into the kitchen you start to make a tray of tea, but Steve walks in behind you.  “She was one of Bucky’s clients.”

“He got too close.  It was inappropriate for him to see her.”

“She see him naked?”

“What’s the deal with you and being naked?” he laughs at her.  Giving a quick no, “I don’t think so.  I think things are strictly friends with them.”

“And you?”

“She’s married, and I’m dating someone.  And no, we didn’t date.  I thought about it, but she had a lot going on, and didn’t need me.  Besides, have you seen them together?  Those two sick love birds are perfect for one another.  So how’s Buck doing at his dad duties?” you shrug your shoulders, taking a long drink of the tea.  “Brook, he’s trying.”

“Oh, he’s great at being a father.  I’m doing terrible, trying to not let my emotions get involved.  He’s with someone.  I don’t need that, or any man.  Shh,” you shush him, listening at the giggles coming from Joshua’s room.  James is so much younger than Joshie, but he has always been able to entertain people of all ages.  This is no different.  Their giggles fill this older home with life.  It’s something you’ve always wanted before you even had kids.  A child with Bucky, and his best friend was Steve’s child.  It’s peaceful, blissful even.

“It’s just hard to look at him as just a father.”

“He doesn’t have to be just a father for long.  Bucky wants to be apart of his life.  Let him.  At the very least, you’re getting a babysitter, but Bucky he wants all the chances.  Soak up everything.  He wants Joshua.  I tried to get him to go see ma.  I didn’t want to betray your trust, but he never went.  I think Brooklyn was hard for him because, well you.”

“Yeah, well looking into Joshua’s eyes every morning wasn’t easy.  Seeing so many of Bucky’s mannerisms come out of a child he’s never met, that wasn’t easy either.  I know, I could have told him.  I wanted to, and then I got scared because of the time that had passed.  He’s here almost every night, tucks him in bed.  It’s overwhelming, and suffocating sometimes, but Joshua is so happy.  They tell each other stories about Brooklyn, and I could just die.  They’re adorable together.  Act so much alike.”

The two of you continue your conversation.  Stopping just to listen to the boys playing.  Using such an immense imagination.  Growling through their speaking, and the constant giggles.  “They’re besties.”

“Just like a Rogers and Barnes should be,” Steve sighs.

“He’ll com back around, Stevie.  It takes time, he feels betrayed, and you kept his biggest secret.  But I thank you.  Hey what do you know about Johnny Storm?” Steve shakes his head no, leaving you to laugh.  “Stop, I met him at the grocery store.  I was curious if you knew him.”

“Don’t do it.  Just be single.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to do.  Steve?  We need to do this more often.  They seem to like each other.  Miss Kitty, Axel, Az, and Iris too.”

“James’ Iris.”

“Of course.  Imagine that, both our sons named after the same man.  We both love him too much huh?” 

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #da au ask #da au request #dau #joshua barnes #james rogers #steve rogers #steve rogers x brooklyn

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ASK FRIDAY - CREATE A SCENARIO: roommates trope with Kylo

Due to some last minute room swapping and late registering Reader and Kylo end up in the same dorm but they're mad about it and hate each other (cue intense sexual tension)

Dorm room, Snowed in, evening time like 6

The heater/power has just gone out and Kylo knows a few ways to get warm...only if Readers up for it...

been working on this for FOREVER ANON. 

I loved it! 

Crushed

TW: NSFW, dirty talk, dom/sub vibes, exhibitionism, kinda fluff, Kylos not that nice and is an entitled man.

Oh yeah, you fuckin’ slut. 

Yes-Yes-Yes! 

‘M gonna cum all over your fucking tits.

You slapped the wall next to your bed, hard. 

“Can you guys keep it down! It’s 1 in the morning!” 

Muffled voices came through the paper-thin wall, sounding like bodies moving to the floor. Good, you thought, at least he will get rug burn from the shitty carpet, might keep him from fucking everything that moves. 

A hard knock on the wall pulled you from that thought. 

“Go read your fucking Bible! I’m trying to get my dick wet!” 

“Please!” 

“Why don’t you go get fucked!?” 

Some giggled came through next, followed by more muffled whispering. You whined loudly, trying to ignore the sounds of him fucking whatever bimbo your dormmate had in his lair. Shoving your face into your pillow, muffling your tears and wails. 

You turned on your TV, drowning out the final act of his performance. Fingers poised over your keyboard to file another noise complaint with the RA… not like they ever helped you. The last time they intervened they left with a black eye and broken nose, shrugging for you to sort it out yourselves. 

A door slammed shut, you let out a sigh of relief. 

At least he wasn’t a cuddler. 

You climbed out of bed, tip-toeing to your door to take a peek of whatever slut found her way into his room this evening. The special lady was a new cinderella every fucking week, he didn’t even try to know their names. You heard him admit it once in class to his friends, saying he called them all ‘baby’ so he wouldn’t have to learn. 

You peeked out the door, blinking from the harsh fluorescent lighting of your dingy dorm halls. The walls were a screaming white, yellowing from years of shoddy cleaning. You tried to clean your room when you first came to school, but it was too disgusting. 

A non-smoking dorm, ha. Everyone smoked, especially your neighbor. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed creeper?” 

You jumped at his voice, exhaling harshly through your nose. You steeled your features, caught red-handed looking for his latest prey. Crossing your arms defensively, not that there was anything to hide. You were in your ratty pj’s, they were on sale at Old Navy a few years ago and you never threw them away even though they barely fit anymore. 

“If you’re so interested in being a cuck,” he grinned at you, flashing his crooked teeth, “I would love to have you over for an encore, I’m sure you’d love to watch me in action.” 

“Buzz off, Ren.” 

“Ooo, angry tonight,” he smirked, now stepping out of his door frame. You choked a little at his appearance, no shirt on, basketball shorts barely hanging off his hips. Dangerously low, seriously, if he took one wrong move they would be on the floor. His chest was covered in fresh scratch marks, no doubt from his latest victim, a sheen of sweat glistening under the lights. 

Fuck, he was good-looking. 

But he was terrible. 

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, daring you to stare back at him. 

You gulped, caught again. You were better than that, you were just tired from being kept up since ten with his version of ‘love-making’. 

“My eyes are up here cupcake,” he stepped forward. Pushing you back into your doorframe, almost inside your sanctuary. “If you ever decide you want to break your vow of chastity, I’m right next door.” 

“Step away from me, Kylo.” 

He cocked his brow, “I love when you’re mean, come on. Let’s see if kitty has claws.” 

You bared your teeth, fists balling under your underarms, “Not even if you were the last man on Earth.” 

He shrugged, backing away from you. 

“Deal, bitch.” 

You moved to shut your door on him, “Go away.” 

“See you in class, bright and early.” 

------ 

When you imagined leaving for college, it was different. 

Saying goodbye to your parents, packing your car with whatever small valuables you owned. Determined to make a name for yourself all the way across the country, no friends or family, truly on your own. You imagined everything would be different, the dorm would be filled with new and friendly faces. 

RA’s greeting you as you parked outside, giving you a tour and maybe a group lunch with all your floormates. Getting to know each other, maybe even going to some new-student orientation event they planned for the newbies. 

Classes were smooth, acing all your major requirements. Professors were kind and ready to help you at any moment, letting your artistic vision flow through your body every morning with your 8 AM yoga class. 

But no. 

Instead, you registered late. 

Your classes all at the worst times, bright and early. 

Second rate dorm, COED even… smelly dudes between your single bedroom which would be better defined as a broom closet. Burping and fucking on both sides of you while you tried to study. Your major requirement classes were boring and filled with pretentious art students who thought they were the next Picasso. 

Professors didn’t care if you lived or died, only focusing on the bell schedule because they couldn’t control what the freshmen did in their classes. 

Your options for clubs were limited, either join a sport or a cult. 

And worst of all. 

Kylo Ren. 

He was your neighbor, signed up late just like you. You actually arrived at the same time, he pushed you down on your ass in the lobby so he could be checked in first. Calling you a clumsy bitch, only for you both to be handed keys to the same floor. Right next to each other, sharing a flimsy wall. 

On top of that, he was an art major like you. 

And since he registered late, he was in almost every class. 

Even yoga! 

He took your mat the first day, leaving you in tears in the hallway. He apologized afterward, handing it back to you before storming off to be with his beefy upper-class friends. Any moment he could, Ren would humiliate you. Trying to push your buttons, whistling at you when you had to cross the hallway to the showers. Tripping you when you had your hands full, making fun of you for hanging out with your sparse group of friends. 

And when he found out you were annoyed with him making noise, he latched onto it. 

One week he decided to recite the entire Phantom of the Opera, just because you mentioned in class that you loved that play. 

He did every part, even the musical scores, you could’ve sworn he did it with a megaphone on the wall, just to spite you. 

Your parents told you ‘he just likes you, he’s a boy.’ 

No! 

That’s not how people express feelings, at least not healthy people. 

Your alarm clock blared on your nightstand, you didn’t sleep so it didn’t bother you. Letting out a heavy sigh of defeat, Ren ruined another night for you, a night you’d never get back. Of precious, precious sleep that you desperately deserved. 

Slipping on some plum leggings and a sports bra. No one gave a fuck about your outfit in your early morning class, as long as you went with clothes on. You popped on your headphones, trying to drone out the noise of Ren’s music through the wall. He liked to blast some god-awful music every morning. 

Today, it was an old Black Veil Brides album! 

You made it out of the dining hall, snatching a muffin for breakfast. Smiling at some guys you knew, waving at your friend Rose as you stormed off to the gym. The cold chill of Winter biting at your nose, it was too cold to not wear a full outfit. But there was no time, with Ren keeping you up all night and classes back to back, you didn’t have time to fuck around with dressing up. 

Ren ran in after you, laughing with his friends. Big nose all red from the frost, his hair looked frozen to his scalp, probably showered beforehand. You rolled out your mat, trying to stretch while he bragged about the pussy he got last night. Making a big show of your complaining, saying you were desperate to fuck him based on your whining. 

You rolled your eyes when he planted next to you, “Good morning, you ran out in a hurry.” 

“I didn’t want to be late,” you sneered, not giving him the time of day, still stretching your back into child's-pose. 

“How are we supposed to walk together if you run away from me, cupcake?” 

You scoffed, shooting him an icy glare. Despite him grinning at you like the happiest man on Earth, god, you needed to stop giving him a reaction. That would shut him up if you didn’t give him the attention he is clearly lacking from his parental figures. 

“Good morning class,” your teacher greeted you calmly, “I hope you’re all doing well. As you all know, this next week is finals week, I’m offering makeup classes to those of you who need to make up some credit hours. We are also hosting some meditation if you need time to relax between classes.” 

Next to you, Ren leaned towards your mat, setting his hand right behind your back. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was hovering. Ready to devour you like a piece of meat.

“Hey,” he chuckled. 

You stayed quiet, pushing back into his arm so he would move. Ren stayed put, purring in your ear, “Did you sleep well?” 

“Move off my mat, Ren.” 

He smirked down at you, “You seem stressed, do you want me to help by fucking your brains out.” 

You shot off your mat, effectively knocking him onto his back. Laughing loudly in a relatively silent room of students trying to center themselves. He grinned from the floor, hands up in the air in defense, “I’m just offering to help you, Jesus!” 

“Just,” you pointed in his face, hair falling out of your ponytail. Everyone was staring at you, even your instructor. Shocked you were yelling, you barely spoke in class, at the scariest person in your class. 

“Just, leave me alone.” 

------

Ren avoided you for the rest of the week, mostly. 

Still had his nightly fuck-more subdued though, you had on noise-canceling headphones to try and focus on studying. There were still so many classes to get to, and you wouldn’t be finished until the day before Winter break… you were desperate to get this over with. 

You missed your family, the plane ticket itself cost you a whole month of meals. 

Of course, you would do fine in your classes, it was just the motivation to get there. Every morning you glared at Ren when he greeted you in yoga, still standing next to you like a menacing shadow. 

This morning was no different, only you skipped class to study in the library. Bundled up in your winter coat, long black scarf, hair in a lazy braid, and thermal leggings on. The wind had picked up last night, bringing on an ice storm that wasn’t expected until late next week. You walked on treacherous sidewalks, dodging all the other students who were seeking the warmth of the library. 

You settled inside, sprawling your books and laptop on an old desk. Grabbing out a few sketch pads so you could finish up some pieces that were due in a couple hours. Most of your finals in art were ‘unconventional’ which meant the professor wanted to see what you were motivated to work on during the year. 

For yours, you had decided to draw the people you saw on campus. 

Studying their faces, mannerisms, languages while they were in an organic environment. It was a great piece, and one of your professors was very interested in showcasing it in a show. You were proud, it wasn’t large but it was important for you and you wanted it to be perfect before turning it in. 

Your pastels were spread out, fingertips smudged and stained from charcoal, a few lines on your face and brow from forgetting about the streaks. There was this one person you couldn’t finish, it was one of your friends from last week. She was laughing and holding a drink, the expression wide and full of emotion but it was hard for you to capture without her being there. 

But you steeled yourself, you weren’t leaving this spot until you finished her. 

“You smudged that dude's face,” a low voice rumbled behind you. A finger pointing down at the top left corner, “Stop-don’t touch it.” 

You moved to swat the hand away, not wanting some random guy to ruin your piece with their grubby fingers. Recentering yourself, he wasn’t smudged, he was just in the corner so it looked like it wasn’t finished… what did he know, anyway? 

“You didn’t draw me?” 

Now you stopped, why you didn’t recognize the timbre of his voice was ridiculous. 

You let out a long sigh, “Please, don’t touch the canvas, Kylo. It’s not ready, yet.” 

The chair that housed your backpack slid out next to you, your things tossed on the ground carelessly before Ren sat. You scooted away from him, he smelled like he just showered. Judging by his wet hair you were probably right… “What are you doing?” 

He shrugged, fiddling with one of your notebooks. Flipping through pages carelessly, “I don’t know-you weren’t in yoga so.” 

“So,” you gave him a weird look, “You stalked me to the library?” 

“There’s no reason to go to yoga if I can’t bother you,” he flashed a smile, dropping it slightly when he saw you weren’t playing back with him. 

Silence fell over you both, the only noises the heat kicking in around the scuffling of boots and shoes to face the weather again. 

“I like your piece,” he gestured to your work, “For drawing, right?” 

You nodded stiffly, not enjoying his friendly tone. Like he wasn’t your demon neighbor who made it his job to annoy you and had for the past four months of your life. Ren shifted again, now leaning on the table with his cheek resting on his forearm. Looking at you with wide eyes, you never took the time to look at his face. 

He had very large eyes that betrayed his emotions. Swimming with flecks of auburn, gold, and some streaks of green, blinking slowly as he studied your canvas. You looked away from him, trying to ignore the urge to draw them, how his long lashes rivaled your own. How his skin was freckled with beauty marks, creases from frowning lined his forehead and nose. You could even make out his stubble, some pieces he must’ve missed the last time he shaved. 

You went back to drawing, no longer focusing on it. Just trying to understand what was happening, your tormentor was a foot away from you. Breathing calmly like a cat laying in a patch of sun. Hunched over the edge, torso too long to rest like a normally proportioned human being, had he always been this big? 

“Wanna get coffee before class?” 

“Huh?” 

You blinked slowly, not registering that he spoke to you. 

Ren leaned off, letting out a big yawn and scratching the back of his neck. 

Yes, definitely a cat. 

“Do you want to get coffee,” he stared blankly, “Before we head to English?” 

You looked down at your mess, then back up at him. Shaking your head softly, voice quiet as a mouse, “No-thank you.” 

He exhaled harshly, “I’m not gonna burn you with it, it’s just coffee.” 

“No, I’m fine,” you said firmer, “I wanna work on this some more.” 

Ren stayed still, probably trying to think of a way to get you to agree with him. You had known him long enough to know he doesn’t like people disagreeing with him. Didn’t have to be a college graduate to see that the man had issues with control, hence terrorizing you all semester. You didn’t want to offer him an olive branch, because he was just doing it as a joke. Probably, waiting until you were calm around him to do something cruel. 

You went back to drawing, listening to him get up and leave you. Mumbling something under his breath about ‘trying to be nice’ before walking out. You shook off the awkwardness, not willing to break down and let him do something nice for you, just because he didn’t ruin your final piece didn’t mean he wouldn’t do something in the future. 

The day was still young. 

------

Oddly enough, Ren didn’t bother you that evening. 

Not even a door slam! 

You almost thought he was dead, but you saw him in the hallway when you were walking to the bathroom. Wrapped in your robe, caddy in hand, he didn’t whistle or try to touch your ass like he normally did. Just a stale smile before closing himself back in his room. 

Not to waste the precious quiet, you went to work packing your bags for your trip tomorrow. Deciding to do a quick load of laundry, your hall was almost empty, so no one would be down there while you waited. 

Piling up your hamper, you threw your pj's and slippers on. Remembering to grab a blanket and your laptop so you could hang out down there while you waited. 

Your friends back home were all excited to see you, ready to hear all about your time away. The boys you met, friends you made, classes, all that. So excited to get home and see your cat, Gremlin, he was all alone without you. Your mom sent you pictures earlier of him curled in your blankets, saying that he knew you were coming home soon. 

Maybe next Fall you could get an apartment, you didn’t want to leave him for another year. 

A washing machine door slammed shut next to you, causing you to jump from your perch atop your own. Faced with Ren, who was doing his laundry in his pjs, or his version of pjs. Giving you another tight-lipped smile before leaning against the far wall. Yawning loudly before sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. 

You ignored him, turning back to your laptop that was playing a crime documentary. Texting some friends to keep your mind from wandering to Ren and why he was in such a mood. 

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” Ren called from his wall. 

You pretended to not hear him, refocusing on the documentary, there was something very interesting happening and you weren’t about to miss how they found the killer's shoe prints in the mud just because Ren was trying to talk to you. 

Then something was thrown at you, and it smelled awful. 

“Oh-my-god!” 

You shot off the washing machine, throwing down the offending garment. Ren was laughing loudly, “Chill out! It was just an old shirt!” 

“How old was it?!” 

He smiled at you from the ground, propping an elbow on his kneecap. One leg stretched out on the tile, you tried to regain a sense of calm, he was just messing with you again. Just take some deep breaths… in-out-in

“Are you leaving tomorrow, after our final?” 

You let out your deep breath, sitting back on the washer. “Yeah,” you paused your show since mister meanie wanted to have a tea party. “I have to get to the airport right after.” 

He hummed, “Same.” 

The washer beeped loudly, echoing in the otherwise empty room. Ren watched you hop off, fixing your shorts which definitely rode up too much. Trying to not flash him your underwear as you bent to move your clothes to a dryer. You cursed when a sock fell from your pile, great.  

“How come we’ve never fucked?” 

Now all your clothes were on the floor. 

Along with Ren, who was staring at you like you were an art exhibit. 

You dragged your clothes back to the washer. There was no way you were finishing now that they touched the dirty floor, no one cleaned down here and just because it looked clean didn’t mean-

A whistle, “You good over there?” 

“Yup.” 

“Okay,” you heard him stretch, popping his joints as he lifted off the floor. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he closed in. Almost touching you, no escape, “As I was saying, how come you’ve never let me steal your virginity?” 

You scoffed, “I am not a virgin.” 

Ren pressed into you, pushing you against the washer now. Grinding his hips into your own, you squirmed, trying to dispel every fantasy flooding your brain. Every night you spent listening to him through the wall, imagining just once that it was you. If he weren’t such a monster, you would have gladly laid on your back and let him do whatever he wanted. 

“Nothing?” 

You took a deep breath, placing both palms on the top of the washer. Biting your lip as you silently pleaded for him to let you go, but also continue. You could smell his cologne from this close, how it complimented him so well. Mixing in with his dark aura, you wanted nothing more than to spin around and…

Soon you were doing just that, but not on your own violation. 

Ren had his hands grasping your hips, thumbs slipping under the fabric of your t-shirt to caress your soft skin. Lips capturing your own, you froze in his hold. Unsure of what to do, a part of you wanted to scream and smack him, but the other part loved the smell of his toothpaste. 

He relaxed when you relaxed, your lips still awkwardly locked together. Not opening and allowing for more, but not moving away either. You stared at him, startled to see him looking back at you. Pulling back slightly, you watched his face chase yours. Bringing your lips together a few more times, kissing at the seam. 

You felt his tongue flick for entry, trying to pry your mouth open so he could explore. When you didn’t move he finally huffed in annoyance, “I know it’s your first kiss, but you’re supposed to open your mouth.” 

You groaned, bringing both hands to cradle his cheeks. There was no way he was going to make fun of you, he initiated this so. 

Ren made a muffled noise when you pressed your lips back together. Probably of shock and surprise, because, no. This was not your first kiss, not even your fourth or fifth kiss. Working your tongue skillfully into his mouth, you moaned softly at his taste. Just like you imagined… not that you put much stock into this but… it was wonderful. 

Bringing your fingers to the nape of his neck, tugging on his dark brown hair. Just like you always wanted to, whenever he walked past you with it tied in a bun you dreamt of tearing through it. Ren returned your affection in kind, his left hand moving to the small of your back. Fingers dancing under the waistband of your pajama bottoms. 

You heard him swear when he felt the lace underneath, nestled between your cheeks. Ren slid a hand over the globes of your ass, moving his hips in time with his tongue. Tasting every inch of your mouth, even growling in approval when you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. 

Petting and groping each other against the washing machines, the sound of you swapping spit barely heard over the rumble of your clothes. Ren had gotten sick of grinding against your hip bone, pulling away from you for a moment. Shushing your pathetic whimpers, he hooked the hand not cupping your ass behind your left knee. 

Hiking it over his hip, opening your legs up. Allowing him to assault your center with his straining erection, oh you could picture it now. How easy it would be to just let him slip inside you. 

Right here, in the laundry room. 

*Beep* 

You pulled back roughly, barely able to unsuction your lips from Rens' own. A string of spit connecting your kiss-bitten lips, he looked at you with pleading eyes. Grinding himself against you harder, pulling a few soft mewls from your throat. 

“I need to switch my clothes,” you croaked.

He nodded, shakily setting your limb back on the floor and backing away. You watched through your own lust-filled state as he trembled. Walking back to his far wall, a hand cupping his cock through his sweats. Your throat clicked as you took in a much-needed breath, doing what you said you would. 

Setting them in the dryer, all the more aware of his eyes watching your every move. 

Not sparing him a glance when you sat back on the washer. 

Turning on your laptop once again to watch your crime documentary. 

Ignoring the throbbing between your legs, his deep breaths, and your shaking limbs. 

------

The TV’s at the airport all said the same thing, “Record snowfall this winter, right before the holidays! Experts say that we will be lucky to keep power until it passes. Our friends on the west coast are enjoying a white Christmas, while we’re stuck in the North Pole.” 

All flights have been grounded until further notice. 

Stuck. 

You could barely make it back to your dorm without crashing. 

Bursting into tears several times when you realized you wouldn’t be home until it was over. Wouldn't be able to safely leave your dorm room until it passed, leaving you utterly alone. 

You had emailed your RA letting him know your bad luck, he let the staff know you’d be there so they would have food and water running still. 

But other than that, this was your holiday. 

You slipped on the walk up to your room, sobbing loudly in the halls as you clutched your luggage. No going home, no seeing your friends or family, no Christmas dinner, no personal shower, no Gremlin to sleep on your face. 

Collapsing on your bed, curling yourself in the multitude of pillows and blankets that adorned it. The room had shitty heating, the entire building had shitty heating. The entire month of December you’d been freezing, and no amount of personal heaters could fix this kind of cold. 

You drifted off to sleep after crying for a few hours, letting your parents know what was happening. Setting alerts for earlier flights, anything you could do to get home. You were so tired in fact, that you slept through a power outage. Leaving the entire building to shut down, no backup generators. 

And no heat. 

It wasn’t until you felt yourself being lifted that you woke up to the commotion. 

Squirming in the kidnappers' arms, limbs aching from freezing for a time in your bedroom. The window must’ve cracked open because it was much colder than when you arrived. Your attacker didn’t let you go, growling in your ear to be still. 

Dragging you out of the building, towards a car you didn’t notice when you pulled in. With the snow swirling all around, it was a miracle they could see their own vehicle. You were thrown in the front seat, followed by your luggage tossed in the back. You stayed still, every time you moved it hurt, hypothermia. Common in the New England storms if you were foolish enough to be outside… 

You about passed out when the driver's side door opened, Ren climbed in. Looking just as frozen as you, slamming the door shut and mumbling something as he started his car. You could’ve cried when the engine turned, heat blasting between the both of you. 

“Hands,” his teeth chattered, holding his own out. He nodded for you to do the same, grasping your pink fingers between his own and blowing on them. “Power went out,” Ren took a shallow breath, “I was leaving and I saw your car. You were almost frozen to your bed, the window broke.” 

“Th-thank you-u-u.” 

Ren cringed at your fingers, slowly gaining back their normal color. “I tried to grab everything I could, like your backpack and luggage. But we can’t stay there, we’ll fucking freeze.” 

You nodded, tugging your hands away to curl into your chest. Thankful that Ren had enough sense to grab blankets, stuffing them in your lap from the backseat. You thought about grabbing your phone, but you could barely make a fist so it would do you no good. 

���My plane g-g-got ground-d-ed.” 

Ren shivered, nodding sharply, “Mine too, my mom got me a hotel room not far from here to stay until the storm passes. So, I’m taking us there.” 

“Okay.” 

You didn’t say anything else, not wanting to distract him from the treacherous roads. Thank god he had a Jeep, or else you would’ve died. You couldn’t see more than ten feet ahead, less than that when you were on the highway out of the city. 

Ren kept mumbling things like it’s okay, I’m sorry, I know it's cold, whenever you shivered and took in sharp breaths. You must’ve been out for a while, to get this bad. A quick look at the clock in his car said you’d been asleep for three hours, who knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t noticed your car… 

He helped you out, more carried you, towards the check-in desk. Too worried you would pass out in the car if he left you for too long, the front desk lady was quick and sweet. Making sure to send up extra blankets and pillows to your suite. Ren had you walk up with him, so he wouldn’t have to carry you and the luggage on separate trips. 

You clutched his hand like a child, tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. But he was so warm, it’s all you could think about. All you wanted was to be warm, nodding blindly to whatever Ren said to do. 

Plug your phone in, check. 

Let him talk to your mom, check. 

Draw a bath for you, check. 

Climb in the bath with you, double-check. 

It wasn’t until you were defrosted in the clawfoot tub that you realized you were naked with him. 

Rens chest against your back, holding you like his life depended on it. Judging by his shaking, you both were probably suffering from acute hypothermia. You had been silent for so long your voice spooked him a little, “Thank you.” 

He hummed into your hair, which was sitting on top of your head in a messy bun. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded slowly, “Can we go lay down?” 

“Yeah,” Ren hastily got out of the tub, draining it and wrapping you in plush towels. You were still too cold to blush from your nakedness, not how you pictured this going. You imagined you would finally give into him on some drunken party night, barely remembering his reaction to seeing you nude. 

But now he had seen you half-frozen, forced to cradle you back to life. 

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You squinted from your cocoon, greeted by a dimly lit room. 

One spare lamp on a dingy-looking nightstand, well it wasn’t terrible. It was better than your nightstand in your dorm room… where was your dorm room anyway? 

Something vibrated behind you, followed by a heavyweight sprawling against your back. 

You held your breath, you were in a hotel. 

With a stranger. 

“Shit,” you whispered. 

Okay, you could wiggle out of here. You took a moment to study the room, there was the lamp from before, and some curtains on a metal rod in the far corner. If you managed to get out without being detected you could knock out the assailant. 

“You smell so good.” 

More weight settled on you, now you were trapped. This bear was closing in, who knows what happened while you were asleep! All you could remember was falling asleep at your dorm after the upsetting trip to the airport, then being dragged away. 

Your fingers burning when you tried to use them, being shoved in a car… 

Kylo. 

“Kylo?!” 

“Mhm.” 

You threw your arms up, successfully throwing him off you and the covers. Your limbs screaming at the sudden movement, you were still suffering from the cold. Next to you, curled in a ball, totally catlike, was Ren. 

A sleepy smile gracing his lips, hands curled under his cheek, and legs moving towards his chest, Like a child under a blanket. You gasped when you saw he was naked, “Fuck!” 

You were too. 

“What the fuck, Ren!?” 

“Stop yelling,” you watched his hand bat his nose like an animal, “Come back, you were warm.” 

You huffed, flailing off the bed in search of your bags. 

Memories flooding back to you, he took you here after saving your life. 

The bath. 

Ugh, bad time to remember your kiss the night before. 

Ren sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and blinking slowly. You flushed red when you looked between his legs, shit. How does he walk around with that? Is that why he has bad posture? You choked on your spit when he spread his legs out. 

Sprawling completely on the mattress like he wasn’t in a room with a stranger. 

“Snow hasn’t stopped,” Ren yawned, snapping a hand and pointing between his legs, “Come back.” 

“I’m not doing anything until you have clothes on.” 

He rolled his eyes, now looking you up and down. Focusing on your bare tits, swinging around with your erratic movements. You watched him lick his lips, wagging his eyebrows, “Come on, don’t you want to sit back on the bed?”

You shook your head, crouching down to your bag. Trying to not flash him more of your goods, but that didn’t work. Not with him leaning to the side of the bed to make a show of him peeping on you. 

A wolfish grin splitting his face, “You have a nice ass.” 

“Can you stop,” you huffed, tugging on some sweats you found. 

Ren made a pouting noise when you stood, pushing his bottom lip out while you threaded your arms through a t-shirt. You shivered a little-it was still freezing in the room. Probably from the weather, it sounded like it got worse… hopefully this place would keep power. 

You looked back at the bed, Ren was still manspreading. One of his large paws crawling towards his cock, watching you with the same smirk. He let out a soft sigh when he touched himself, eyes momentarily shutting in bliss. 

“Do you have to do that with me here?” 

He cracked an eye open, “Do you have to be that far away?” 

You scoffed, moving to the corner of the room. Shivering since you were near the window, you plopped down in the cheap armchair. Ignoring the sounds of his fist gliding along his cock, you tucked your feet under your body. Humming a tune to ignore the arousal growing between your legs, there was no way you were caving to him. 

What kind of man does that with a complete stranger present!? 

More importantly, why was it turning you on? 

“Come here,” he whistled, you spared a glance at him. Blushing profusely at the sight, his cock was now fully erect. Standing tall and proud, tip flushed almost purple from want. You quickly looked away, trying to swallow down the drool that gathered in your mouth. 

What would happen if you gave in? 

Not like it would hurt you… he looked so delicious. 

“If I come over there, what's gonna happen,” you whispered, determined to stay put.

With a deep breath, the mattress groaned under his weight, probably leaning back to get comfortable. He seemed to love you being there, watching him, or trying not to. Ren made a small non-committal scoff, “Whatever you want to happen, baby.” 

“Don’t call me that, you know my name.” 

“Meow.” 

Your head snapped towards him, met with his grin. “Come on-you really want me to do this by myself?” he waved his cock, fist tight around the base. You rolled your eyes, training your eyes to focus on the least attractive part about him. 

You were coming up empty, all you could stare at was his cock. 

The prominent vein along the underside thrumming in time with his heartbeat. You could practically feel it along your tongue, rigid and stiff. Slowly, you stood from the chair, met with a soft whine from Ren. Eying your hungrily as you sauntered over, you planted a knee in the mattress. 

Between his legs, which were spread obscenely wide, he licked his lips in anticipation. 

“If I help you, are you going to be nicer to me?” 

He nodded, chest taking in sharp breaths. You slowly leaned back on your heels, stripping your top off, despite him seeing you naked earlier. Surprised when he bit his bottom lip, watching you play with your tits, rolling them in the palm of your hand. Just to make him squirm a bit, “I’ll be nicer, whatever you want.” 

“I’m really cold still,” you spoke softly, making sure to lean in close enough to graze his lips with your own before pulling away, “Can you help warm me up?” 

“Yes,” Ren's hands shot out, kneading your flesh a few times. Debating to grasp your tits or the small of your waist, like a kid in a candy store. So many options, but you didn’t want to wait. If you were doing this, it would be about you.

“Eat me out.” 

He stilled, cocking a brow, “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me,” you exhaled on his neck, being sure to drag your kitty claws along his chest. Briefly grazing his nipples, savoring the way he gasped. “Eat me out, if you make me cum, I’ll let you fuck me. Like the desperate slut you are.” 

Ren scowled for a moment, nudging your face from his neck. Eyes dancing across your face before capturing your lips, moaning softly in your mouth, “I can make you cum so hard you’ll never want another man again.” 

You placed a soft kiss, rolling onto your back dramatically. Splaying your legs wide, “If that's true, why do you fuck a different girl every week?” 

He growled at you, actually growled. 

Hands no longer soft in their quest to memorize your skin, instead Ren pinned your legs hard enough for them to pop. Making you squeal from the stretch, “How fast do you think I can make you cum? Hm?” 

Before you could answer, he dove in. 

Lips wrapping around your clit and suckling fast, tongue flicking out every few seconds. You were already bucking up to meet him, but his firm hold kept you flush. While his tongue began to lap thick stripes along the seam of your pussy. Briefly hooking the tip into your entrance, both of you moaning when he tasted your wetness. 

“Shit-Kylo!” 

“Mm,” his voice vibrated against your clit, continuing his assault until you choked on your spit. You buried your fingers in his hair, keeping him in that right spot. “I’m so fucking close,” you cried out, pleading his name over and over and over. 

“You know,” he popped off, smacking his lips that were glistening with your cum, “I’d rather you cum on my cock.” 

“Wait-” 

Ren flipped you onto your chest, yanking your hips into the air. You barely had time to take a breath before he shoved his cock inside you. His breath hitched as he sank to the hilt, you groaned at the stretch. Now this, this you could get used to.

He pulled out slowly, you heard him swear under his breath. Leaving just the tip of his cock inside and ramming his hips into yours. Pulling a loud scream from your lungs, Ren chuckled at that. Pumping his cock at a rough pace, “Shh-you’re going to upset our neighbors.” 

You huffed, cheap shot, angling your hips a little so his cock would rub up against your front wall. Moaning when he picked up the pace, skin slapping skin. Ren leaned over your form, planting a hand on the headboard to keep it from knocking. You weakly lifted your head, clenching at the sight of his knuckles turning white. 

All you could do was sit and take it, revealing in the bliss you’d denied yourself for four months. 

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Ren dropped you both off at the airport two days later. 

You spent three days together, fucking each other's brains out. 

Choking on his cock while he was brushing his teeth, eating you out while you read through your newsfeed. Bouncing on his cock while he fed you breakfast, you didn’t need to change clothes the entire vacation. 

But you wanted to go home and were thankful for the storm ending so you could head home. It was a little awkward, Ren wasn’t very excited about the snow stopping. It felt like he was trying to stall you leaving but reluctantly listened to your desire to fly home. 

“Got everything?” he mumbled, hitching his backpack over his shoulder. The two of you were waiting in the TSA line, about to part ways to head home. You nodded, giving him a tight smile before stepping up on your own. 

Ignoring the feeling of his eyes on the back of your head. 

Both of you stood awkwardly after making it through, “Well-my gates over here,” you pointed behind you. Ren hummed in acknowledgment, kicking at the ground instead of looking at you. 

“Thanks for letting me crash with you,” you tried again, still nothing. 

You groaned, spinning on your heel. Back to being an asshole, you were kicking yourself for thinking he would be nicer. All he wanted was some pussy, and you willingly gave into him when you should’ve remained strong. 

Your parents picked you up back at home, lots of tears and laughs were shared. Thankful that you made it home without freezing, your mom was grateful for your friend who saved your life. She wanted to call him and tell him how much she appreciated it but you shrugged it off, he was just being nice. He wasn’t your boyfriend or anything, you left out the part that he was the neighbor you always complained about. 

Collapsing on your bed felt surreal like you would wake up and be back in the hotel room at any moment. It was odd not sleeping next to him, you had grown accustomed to his clingy arms. Circling you in the middle of the night when he thought you were dead asleep, smelling your hair before tucking you into his naked chest. 

You tossed and turned all night, groaning when you were woken by your siblings to get up the next morning. Barely sleeping a wink, you resolved to take a nap later to try and not spoil your trip back home. 

At breakfast, your mom yelled at you from the kitchen. 

“Hey hon, someone’s calling you!” 

“Just answer it,” you groaned through a mouthful of cereal. Briefly hearing your mother answer in a typical chipper tone, stalling mid-sentence before she yelled again, “It’s someone named Kyle?” 

Shit, you shot to the kitchen. 

Snatching the phone and escaping to the living room where no one was hiding. 

“Kylo?” 

Hey, didn’t think you’d answer.

“How’d you get my number?” 

Took it while you were napping the other day, I knew you wouldn’t give it to me willingly.

You rolled your eyes, “Alright creeper, what’s up?” 

Just wanted to talk or whatever, felt weird not to. 

Silence. 

Are you gonna let me buy you coffee when we are back?

“You were being serious about that?” 

A scoff. 

Yeah-or we could just fuck again if that’s all you want from this. 

“Coffee sounds good.” 

Cool. Cool. 

It’s a date. 

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[bonny-kookoo]

Bunny Boy (JJK x Reader)☁️⚠️🔪(💜)🔞 Part 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Yandere!AU, Stalker!AU, questionable romance, smut, Oneshot

Warnings: (oh boy) Stalking, Obsession, Yandere themes, cute Koo but aggressive, he ready to fight, graphic description of violence, blood, very twisted JK, oblivious! Reader, kinda Stockholm-syndrome Reader?, soft romantic lovemaking, body worship, Dom! Jungkook, Sub! Reader, Handjob (fem. receiving), oral (fem. receiving), protected sex because even with your mind scrambled up in a frying pan we still wrap it before tapping it y’all hear me STDs ain’t cute Susan

Summary: It all started with a hello kitty charm.

A/N:(IMPORTANT) I’d like to note here that I do not condone nor romanticize any of the things depicted in this. This is purely fictional, and only to be seen as a work of art, not as a depiction of real life relationships. For short: if he a creep, kick his balls, don’t kiss. Thank you.

Part 1 || Part 2

The nurse opened the door, and past her dashed the young man in Question, a total opposite of what he looked like the night he'd found you. His clothing was disheveled, eyes and nose red, his hair a mess as he immediately fell onto your chest, crying so hard his shoulders shook, nurse watching him with sympathizing eyes. This didn't make sense. Why did you feel your body tense up at his touch, when he was so upset?

You shuddered as the memory of his eyes, as cold as the night you'd drove your car into the tree to keep yourself from endangering anyone else on your way suddenly pushed itself in front of you. You couldn't understand it.

What did that mean? Had it been a dream?

Why would your brain make up something so dark about Jungkook?

"Angel? Are you okay? God no, you're not, you're in a hospital, I-" He said, and the nurse softly pushed him aside a bit to look at your vitals, reassuring him that you were fine, apart from a broken leg and a few bruises and scratches. As she left you both alone, he sat down at your bedside, hands gently patting your head with still teary eyes. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, and your eyes widened.

Could it really be?

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to you faster. If I'd known something like that was about to happen.." He said, gaze falling to your hand, needle still stuck into the vein on the back of it to give you medication. His heart genuinely hurt at the sight, but he knew this was a small price to pay for your eternal safety next to him, right at his side. He would keep you safe, he just needed to show you what could happen. This had been necessary. It was a white lie.

Yet he could sense something was off about you. He'd thought you'd be more upset about the event, yet there you were, simply staring at him. Maybe you'd hit your head- maybe he'd miscalculated something and-

"Jungkookie.." You asked, voice hoarse, yet absolute music to his ear. He leaned in closer, humming a reply to urge you to continue.

"Did you.. pull me out of the car?" You asked, and his eyes widened a bit, smile faltering a few seconds.

How did you know that?

There was no way you had been awake when he'd arrived, and even if so, you'd hit your head quite hard on your steering wheel- you weren't supposed to remember anything. He really did miscalculate. Sure, maybe you meant it differently, but he knew you like his own self. He knew what you meant, and he felt himself tense a bit as he suddenly looked at you completely differently.

"J..Jungkoo-" You started, and Jungkook suddenly shifted, leaning over your body with his hands on either side of your head, his own dipping down a bit, eyes never leaving yours. They suddenly teared up again.

"You don't listen." He said, and you looked at him questioningly. "I told you again and again it's dangerous to drive, yet you-!" He said, voice raising a bit, before he forced himself to calm down, eyes closing as he deflated, forehead resting just below your collarbone. "I needed to- I needed to show you how dangerous it could be, I just want to keep you safe angel, I just need to know you'll never get hurt-" He said, hands gripping the fabric of the hospital gown you wore, desperate to hold onto something.

You simply stared ahead.

It felt weird, knowing that he had everything to do with your situation. It explained how calm he'd been at the scene, how fast he'd arrived, how he knew where you were immediately without asking.

"Miss?" A male voice said, making Jungkook raise from your body, eyes suddenly getting an angry glint at the young officer stepping into the room. It was as if he was a cat having claimed its human, now getting angry at the prospect of someone else wanting your attention. Yet he hesitantly sat down again, keeping his hands on yours however, as a sign of ownership, maybe.

You couldn't tell what it was, anymore.

"We have questions regarding the accident. It won't take long, since you're partner right here has already answered most questions." The young man said, standing a bit closer to you as you nodded. "We just want you to clarify some things. Mr.Jeon over here said you were on the phone, telling him the breaks weren't working. Correct?" You nodded, feeling Jungkooks thumb circle over your fingers softly. "He also said you willingly drove into the woods to stop the car. Correct?" Again, you confirmed. "Why?" He asked, and you cleared your throat before answering.

"I.. didn't want to put anyone else in danger, officer." You replied, and he nodded, taking notes.

"Okay. Jeon Also stated that he'd found you inside your car, and broke open the door to get you out." He stated, and you swallowed as Jungkooks thumb stopped. "Have you any recollection of that?" He asked, and you blinked once, twice.

Shaking your head.

Jungkook visited you every day.

He sometimes smuggled in junk food and other treats you didn't get inside the hospital to lift your mood, and you didn't knew when it happened.

But you started to fall back into place with him.

It was as if nothing major had happened, seeing him happily munch away on his fries while making sure you didn't stain the crisp hospital sheets, making sure not to leave any evidence of the delicious crime he brought into your room every now and then. He was acting completely normal, just like your Jungkook.

Things began to feel normal.

"You know.." He started, as he opened the packaging of the straw belonging to your strawberry shake he'd bought. "I'm glad you understood." He said, and you nodded. Others may didn't, but you had collected so many thoughts and reasons that his actions seemed.. reasonable in your opinion.

He was right after all, you were someone who didn't believe something would hurt you until it did. You always seemed to need actual evidence to believe in bad things, even as a child. Whenever your mother told you not to run, you did it anyways, just to scrape your knee shortly afterwards.

You never ran away from her hand afterwards.

It seemed to be the same with Jungkook now. "I'll drive you wherever you need to go, okay?" He said, giving you your small plastic cup, that you gladly took from him. You nodded, understanding. His heart swelled.

He knew you'd understand.

The diner was busy, too busy in your opinion.

Ever since getting released from the hospital, Jungkook had agreed on leaving you with your own freedom to go wherever you wanted to; if it was too far however, he insisted that he'd drive you.

You agreed on that.

He was just concerned for your well-being.

“What I’m saying is, not to be rude, but he’s kinda creepy.” Your friend said at the table, munching away on her fries. You looked at her like she was the crazy one, feeling a bit offended at her words. You knew she had a point somewhere, but this was your Jungkookie, he was just a bit more touchy and clingy then others- she just didn’t understand. Maybe she was just still bitter about being dumped by her ex; even though you doubted that, since she’d said before that she was over him. He’d been a douchebag anyways, you’d seen that way before she’d done.

“You don’t know him..” you mumbled, sucking on the straw of your strawberry milkshake until the icy cold drink reached your tongue. She scoffed, before she reached for your hand. You went confused at her touch, suddenly feeling as if you needed to take yours away from her. The feeling got so present that you actually did, slowly distancing yourself as you packed up the leftovers of your fast food dinner with her. “I think I should leave..” you said, until she stopped you by grabbing the hem of your coat. “Please don’t do that-“ you attempted to get her fingers off of the fabric out of instinct.

“I’m worried about you y/n, I feel like he’s not good for you-“ she whined, her face drenched in worry. You knew the words she said were true, but they didn’t hurt any less because of that. Why couldn’t she just let you be happy? He made you happy. He made you feel safe, and comfortable, and loved, why couldn’t she just be glad that you had someone who cared about you? “What if he’s just using you, maybe he just wants se- y/n!” She yelled after you, but you’ve already left the restaurant, tears already knocking behind your eyes to be released. You were so confused. You loved Jungkook. He loved you too.

Right?

It had to be that way. He'd been the first one to make you feel genuinely safe, keeping a hold on you that didn't feel suffocating or controlling- his hands were so gentle to you, that you happily let him lead you wherever he wanted. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, dialing his number. "Jungkookie.. can you pick me up?" You said, and he agreed instantly.

He'd never make you wait.

"Why can we never hang out at your place Jungkookie?" You answered, your upper body laying on his chest, his hand running through your hair like he was petting a cat, loving glint in his eyes wavering a bit.

"It's messy angel, I don't want you between all that junk." He hummed, making you pout. It was cute, yet he feared that once you saw how he typically spending his time away from you, he could scare you away for good. He'd just barely escaped a disaster at the hospital- he couldn't take chances.

"Hm.." You mumbled, leaning your head to the side a bit, hand playing with the silver necklace around his neck. His eyes closed a bit at the view, as his hand ran lower, now caressing your shoulder. He shuddered at the way your fingers brushed over his neck, now growing hyper aware of your position on him. It would be so easy to just.. take you right now. He knew he could overpower you without much effort- but that wasn't what he craved.

He needed you to need him just as much.

"Jungkookie?" You asked, and he hummed a reply. "Why won't you have sex with me?" You asked, making his eyes rip open as wide as the moon.

He had to think for a moment, unknowing how to answer you. Was there a right answer? It wasn't that he didn't want to- he just.. couldn't. Not yet. "I.. don't want you to do something you don't want to, angel." He said lowly, and you suddenly changed position, straddling him with an innocent face. He could feel himself rise in his pants, unable to control it. How could someone blame him? His soulmate was posing on top of him, her center right above his tip, unconsciously putting pressure on his most sensitive parts. How could he not let himself be swept away?

"It's okay, I want to." You said, although nervous. "I.. you know.. Haven't done it before but.." You began to grow shy, spurring his inner demon on even more. "I trust you." You said, and he groaned, holding your hips in his hands to steady you.

He turned you both over, face leaning close to you, lips almost brushing against each other as he spoke. "It may hurt angel." He said, and you simply nodded, accepting that. "You may bleed." He said, and again, you simply nodded, swallowing as you began to chase his lips, growing frustrated with him escaping you by mere inches. "We don't have protection." He said, and this time you deflated. He was right.

Or was he?

You remembered the last birthday party, where your friend had gifted you a lovetoy and condoms as a joke, a present you never used to this day. Your eyes widened. "I do!" You said, and he leaned his head to the side questioningly. "There's uh.. there's a box, right there on top of my dresser. I got it as a present but.. I never had the need to, you know.." You mumbled, and he got up, walking up to the said dresser and taking down the pink still half wrapped box you told him to.

He opened the lid of the box, and after a bit of searching through some crampled up wrapping paper he found what he'd been looking for.

He could work with that.

Simply putting the box down, and pulling his own shirt over his head, he crawled back over you, your gaze ever so shy. "I'll be gentle, angel." He promised before finally kissing you, hungry lips leaving you breathless as he stole away all of your hesitation like a vampire their unknown victims' blood. Yet he was very much human, even if people would probably deny that if they knew what he'd done.

He did it all for you, and he'd do it all again.

His hands roamed, flat palms simply caressing your body as if he was mapping out what you looked like without his eyes, finally able to touch and feel you underneath him, squirming and moving around impatiently like prey trying escape. He was the wolf devouring you like his last meal on earth, tongue opening your lips for him to explore, soft sighs mixing between the sounds of your lips, and the soft moving of fabric as he pulled the sweater you wore over your head, finally getting a view of your body up close and personal; no interference could break his dream apart now, everything very much real and actually happening.

You whined a bit as he brought his hand underneath the shell of your bra, eagerly getting acquainted with the feel of your mounds underneath his hands, as he worked on the hooks on your back, getting rid of the undergarment as fast as he could. He dipped his head down, kissing the velvety skin, biting teasingly as you gasped, making him smile knowingly.

This was more than he'd ever imagined.

His tongue grazed your nipple, making you mewl deliciously as his other hand made work of your shorts, pulling them down together with your already ruined underwear, making him sit back as he finally saw your center exposed for him, his hands pulling your legs apart to watch how the inside of your thighs already glistened with moisture, making him groan out a bit, his own pants suddenly feeling too tight. He quickly got rid of the fabric restricting him, making you try and close your legs at the view of his length standing proudly as he ran his hand over it a few times to release some of the pressure at least. "Keep them nice and open for me, yeah angel?" He mused, voice unrecognizably rough around the edges, making your spine tingle.

His hand cupped your heat, giving you the chance to pick your own pace as he praised you without breaking eye contact. "You look so divine angel, so beautiful.." He hummed, as he felt you rut into his hand so sinfully he couldn't help but snatch a taste as he instead switched his hand for his own mouth, tongue working relentlessly on your nerves while your legs quivered, depending on his hands to keep them in place. The sounds you made were absolute pleasure to his ears and soul, all just for him and him alone.

He would keep it that way.

He felt your walls flutter as his first two fingers entered you, having to push a bit against your thighs to keep you from moving too much at the foreign feeling, yet he couldn't keep himself from smiling as he moved away from you, snatching your first orgasm away from you just inches away from the edge it seemed.

"You're gonna come on my cock and nothing else angel." He growled, opening the foil package to wrap the protection over his length, slowly entering his tip inside you, making your body move away a bit. "shh, we'll go slow yeah?" He promised as he hovered over you like a demon ready to inhale your soul. His kisses painted the side of your neck as he slowly pushed, feeling you tense up at the unfamiliar feeling. "Relax.. it's only gonna hurt if you fight it angel.." He hushed, and your hands reached for his, making his heart swell as he took your smaller ones into his, interlacing your fingers. "Hmhm, that's it angel, let me inside, yeah?" He hummed against your pulse as he'd finally settled inside you, staying there for a moment before carefully backing out. The first few motions hurt and felt weird, yet the more he moved, the more you could feel the infamous pleasure building up.

Gasping a little you chanted his name under your breath, voice so fragile it was barely present as it escaped you, making him pick up his pace a bit, feeling euphoric as the realization hit him head first. This was truly happening, he was finally making you his, he was the first and only one to ever corrupt you and let you drown in sinful pleasures such as this-

You were finally his.

His breathing had calmed down as well as yours, as you came back to earth. His hand paced back and forth over the expanse of your arm, as your thoughts stayed empty for the moment, simply accepting the warmth of his body, before you finally caught onto an actual thought.

"Jungkookie?" You asked sleepily, as he looked at you, wrapped in blankets on his chest. "Why can't I visit your place?" You asked again for the second time that day. He hummed, before he replied.

"There are things you aren't yet ready for angel." He said, for once speaking nothing but the truth. "I fear you'll think of me badly if you knew." He said, and his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he fell deep into thoughts. You shook your head. "Hm?" He asked.

"I love you." You said, and his arms pressed you against him a bit tighter at that. It wasn't the first time you'd said that, but hearing it after being so close together made him feel all fuzzy inside. "I could never hate you, Jungkookie." You mumbled, already falling asleep again. He smiled.

Of course you couldn't.

Because even if you did, it was too late to leave him.

You'd understand.

He knew, because you'd done so in the past as well. This was nothing compared to what he'd done in the past for you, yet it was just as necessary. Looking over the letter you'd received from your parents, his eyes went cold as he took it and placed it into the pocket of his jacket, closing your mailbox, leaving everything else inside. He knew them already, having used past freetime to scout out where they lived, and how they'd treated you during your childhood. The things he'd found out were still making his blood boil.

You were the product of an affair on your mother's side, unwanted, yet born out of pure believe that abortion was against nature. She kept you simply because her husband had forced her to- as a form of punishment for her actions, if you will. She'd treated you just as something alike; a punishment.

Regularly forgetting to pick you up from school or clubs, she was nothing but a complete failure as a mother. Yet you, being the angel you were, still cared deeply for her, enough to accept any half-hearted apology she would throw your way.

It was almost similar to his own upringing, in a way. He had been an unwanted child as well.

Yet his mother had to live through the torture of his own drunk father every day, giving up on protecting him after he'd turned ten years old, leaving him bare to the hands of his intoxicated father, unshielded from the anger or otherwise emotional outbursts of him.

He stopped caring after a while.

Yet when he saw you, so innocent and shy, oblivious to the horrible things going on around you, he felt the need to do a better job his mother had ever done. He needed to protect you from all harm. He couldn't let anything happen to you.

This is why you needed him.

The world around you simply treated you badly because it had the nasty habit of trying to ruin anything that was perfect. And you were absolute perfection, blinding in purity even after his action of deflowering you, sending you to heaven for the blink of a moment just to pull you back down to him again.

Stepping through his door he placed the letter on his kitchen table, adress of them clearly visible.

You'd understand.

You always did.

#bts #bts imagine #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #bts yandere #bts yandere au #yandere jeon jungkook #yandere jungkook #yandere bts

[feminaexlux]

Hot Chocolate

Merry Christmases & Happy New Years & Happy Valentineses, and Happy Super Belated Birthdays to @fenheart87 and @mamanabeille and @motherofwoofers AND @MAL HAH (I’m so bad at this) 😹😿🧡

This was a Christmas exchange for LBSC for @mamanabeille and I hope it’s cute at least if not massively overdue o m g

On AO3 here!

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Marinette wasn't sure how she strung the words together into a coherent enough sentence to convince Luka to take a walk with her on a lightly snowing afternoon, cruising for a little café to find some hot chocolate together. He probably understood most of what she'd been trying to say (or ramble, more likely) since they'd been friends for years.

Actually now that she thought about it, it probably hadn't been coherent at all, but Luka came along anyway because they were friends.

Friends. Close friends? Close enough that she loved his company with his generally good natured chillness and kissing his face with little bises in thanks.

They'd always been comfortable with casual intimacy like that. She always felt so… warm and comfortable with him near. That must have been the reason she was so panicked when she heard from him that he'd be leaving a few days after Christmas to tour with the one and only Jagged Stone as lead guitarist at age 19. It was huge for him, Marinette knew that. But to face that sudden dearth of his presence made her uneasy, to say the least.

It had gotten to the point where she forgot about making a Christmas gift for Adrien. She'd just repurpose one of her many Adrien Birthday gifts, so that wasn't too bad. But she wanted to make something important for Luka. Something that would hopefully show him just how much he meant to Marinette. And maybe it'd be something for him to remember her by.

She had been up all night working on Luka's Present. Well, she'd been up late a couple of nights working on it. She maybe had about 8 hours of sleep in the past 3-4 days.

Kitty Section had wanted to throw one last hurrah for Luka "moving up in the world", and along with it a mini-concert for Christmas and New Year's for their closest friends. Marinette had shown up late to the Liberty and nearly fell overboard crossing the gangplank but Luka had sprinted forward and caught her.

She blamed her unsteadiness for holding onto him the next couple of minutes after that. He kept an arm around her shoulder and they'd been just fine. She was warm. She was comfortable. The GirlSquad™️ that were present gave her looks. Marinette pretended that she didn't notice.

As it turned out the Liberty had run out of coffee. Marinette had rambled on that she preferred hot chocolate anyway and that she'd go out and get some while Kitty Section was just setting up. At least, that had been what she was trying to say, but it turned out she'd said something else that convinced Luka that he'd have to accompany her.

Or maybe it was because she was still a little wobbly. So she held onto his arm on their walk to find some hot chocolate. Luka didn't seem to mind. She slipped on something icy and instinctively threw her arms around him to steady herself. "Oh God I'm so so sorry," she squeaked.

"Are you alright?" He looked concerned but had on a smile. "Hey, let's find somewhere to sit down for a bit."

"Noooo, no I'm okay," she said hurriedly. "I don't wanna make you miss the party."

"They can deal," Luka shrugged.

"But it's for you! It's important!" It was important, wasn't it? Marinette was a little sleep-drunk, but her mind had registered this party as "For Luka" so it was automatically labeled IMPORTANT with big red letters and underlined 3 times.

"You're more important to me," he said quietly.

For some reason, Marinette giggled. "I know," she said, squeezing him tight. "But this is for you so I want everything to go right and have it be spectacular!"

He laughed. "The party is just for close friends, you know that, right?"

"It's for you," Marinette said. She straightened herself up and stepped back, having realized after the fact that she'd been talking to him all this time with her arms around him. "It's… it's for you and you're gonna be… gonna be with Jagged and people will notice you and you'll become a big star, I can… I can feel it!" She'd gotten wobbly again, and she hadn't even noticed that she'd been waving her arms to emphasize her points so hard that she'd lost her footing. She slipped again and landed on her butt. "Oof!"

"Alright, we're finding a place to sit down now," Luka decided. He took her hands and helped her to her feet, wrapping one arm around her shoulder again. "Hold onto me," he said.

Marinette giggled again. "Always," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around him tight. Luka stopped for a heartbeat but pressed on. He found a bench along the Seine that they could rest at for a few minutes. He sat her down first, then stood in front of her with a hand on her shoulder to make sure she was steady.

"Looks like there's a café nearby. Let me get you something warm, alright? I'll be a few minutes."

"Mmkay," she said sleepily.

He chuckled. "Try not to fall asleep out here. Are you cold?"

"No, I'm alright," she yawned. "I'll be awake, promise," she smiled, looking up at him. He did look a tiny bit concerned (a little like he doubted her to be honest) but then jogged off. Marinette let her focus soften and turned her head up to the light snow, the chill helping to keep her awake. She felt a few flakes land on her cheeks and closed her eyes just for a second, the white clouds fading out to black.

The heat from where he had held her had radiated out, leaving her colder than she liked. She wanted him back so she could lean herself against him and feel him near. Ugh, she was soooo close to dozing off. She shook her head and patted her cheeks, dusting off the snow that had started to cover her.

She better keep herself busy. She pulled out her phone and was momentarily confused. She wasn't so sure what made her upset staring at her phone until her brain unfuzzed after a few seconds. Her phone backsplash was of Adrien Agreste and it didn't feel right… She needed to change that. She went into her settings and tried to find a good replacement picture. She did think Adrien was cute and all, but… her tastes had… well, they weren't quite the same anymore. She had barely thought about Adrien until now. That background had just been… there, static, as the scenery for ages.

She found herself being embarrassed scrolling through her photos. Her most recent pictures had been selfies with her friends and pictures of her crafts or baking. Anything more than a year ago had mostly been pictures she stole off the internet of Adrien. He'd definitely grown more handsome over time she had to admit, but it was… kind of cringey just how many pictures she had of him. She started deleting the Adrien pictures that hadn't been taken by her or her friends. It just didn't have the same appeal anymore.

As she kept going further back in time in her photos she saw sketches of the prototype kittycorn masks she had made for Kitty Section. Wow she really needed to update those sketches, and maybe she could ask Luka if he wanted a custom logo? If he did she needed to go back and tweak some of his Christmas presents, but it'd be worth it to see Luka's reaction.

Marinette desperately hoped he'd like what she made for him.

She'd been setting her phone background to the pink and blue lightning bolt of Luka's kittycorn mask when he came back with 2 takeout cups. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Thank you," she smiled up at him. She took the cup that was offered to her, then wedged the cup in between her thighs to take off her gloves to feel the warmth more directly. She picked the cup back up and loved that feeling of the heat suffusing into her hands. She leaned in and smelled the hot chocolate.

He sat down next to her and had taken the lid off of his… she couldn't really smell what it was but he did have whipped cream on top of that drink. He took a sip and got some of that cream on the tip of his nose and on his lips.

Before he was able to wipe it away, and before even Marinette knew what she'd been doing, she reached out and wiped her thumb across his lips and licked off the stolen cream from her finger.

Then, because she still wasn't thinking about it, she did the same with the whipped cream on his nose when he turned to face her, giggling after mentally adding a boop. Ugh, it was that cream that came out of an aerosol can. Too much air, not enough body. "What'd you get?" she asked. She noticed his eyes were pretty wide, and she hadn't fathomed what had surprised him except maybe the drink?

"Uh…" he trailed off, looking a little red. "C-Coffee?"

She leaned against his shoulder and sipped her hot chocolate, feeling it warm her up inside. "This is good," she sighed happily. "Feels really nice."

"Yeah," Luka said absently. "Nice. Did… I didn't ask if you wanted… any whipped cream… I can get…"

"Hmm? I'm okay," she murmured, drinking the rest of her hot chocolate. Plus she really didn't want him to go anywhere. He was warm and it felt like she could sit here with him forever. It'd be nice if they could snuggle together in her bed or something like that. She should ask if she could steal him away for a cozy snow day. That was a grand idea.

"Marinette," Luka started, then just. Stopped. He'd been looking at her, eyebrows furrowed. It was a few seconds during which Marinette turned back to face him, pressing part of her face against his shoulder. He exhaled, then smiled his lopsided smile. "Nah. It's alright." Part of him looked… resigned, maybe?

"I want you… to be as comfortable with me as I am with you," Marinette said sleepily. "I'm… I feel like it's so easy to be with you," she added. "You're so good for me," she sighed, letting her body lean back against the bench. The hot chocolate was working its magic and she felt parts of herself relax.

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She woke up feeling slightly more rested but still overall groggy. Ugh, what happened? Wait. Wait. Oh no, she'd been with Luka and she'd just… she'd just dozed off? Wait, where was she? She sat up and blinked a few times, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was back in her own room?! Her winter gear had been taken off as well as her shoes, but she'd been tucked back into her own bed by her mom by the look of it.

Marinette threw off her blankets and rushed downstairs. Oh God it looked like it was already evening -- did she miss the concert? Ugh, Marinette why did you have to be so lame?! "Maman?! Papa?!"

"Did you rest well, hon?" Sabine asked. "Luka brought you back a few hours ago--"

"HOURS AGO?! Oh no! Oh no oh no," Marinette yelled, pulling at her pigtails. She'd definitely missed the concert. Luka's last concert with Kitty Section!

"He also came back to bring the rest of your things from the Liberty," Tom added. "He stopped by just a minute ago! He can't be far, dear, why don't you see if he's still nearby?" Her dad handed her purse and gloves back to Marinette from where they were sitting near the register.

Marinette was ready to run out when Sabine tossed her a jacket. "And don't forget your shoes!" Sabine added, tossing boots at her daughter as well. Marinette didn't see the calculating smiles her parents exchanged with each other after she hurriedly put her gear on and ran out the Boulangerie.

Her mind was scattered but one thing seemed pretty clear: if it'd been a minute or two and Luka was heading back to the Liberty, Marinette would most likely find him in the subway station waiting for the next train. She didn't know the trains by heart but they came really quickly. She might have already missed him but if there was even the slimmest chance that she could catch him before he left she'd try.

She flew down the steps of the nearby subway entrance going toward the Liberty and saw only a few people milling around, but there was definitely a train pulling into the station right then and Marinette felt the rush of air buffeting her. There was one familiar figure in the distance and she ran toward them, hoping her gut instincts had it right. "Luka!"

Of course, as soon as she was close enough she tripped. She'd overstepped something or other and caught the edge of… something. If it hadn't been Luka she was hoping whatever kind soul she had just launched herself at would stop her from faceplanting. "Whoa!" a voice yelled out. Gloved hands braced her and pushed her back upright. "Marinette?" Yes, yes, yes, thank God, she thought looking back up at Luka, her world finally feeling right.

She promptly burst into tears after the relief faded. "I'm so sorry I missed it!"

Luka smiled, shaking his head slightly as he pulled her in for a hug. "The concert? Doesn't matter to me, I'm glad you got your rest."

Right, the sudden and inevitable betrayal of her body just because she'd stayed up a few nights makiNG PRESENTS OH SHOOT SHE NEEDED TO GET THOSE TO HIM! She snapped her head back to look up at him and slammed her head into his chin instead. "Ouch! Oh I'm so sorry oh no--"

Luka just started laughing after rubbing his chin. "God I'm gonna miss you," he said breathlessly, wiping away tears of his own, though his were caused by laughing too hard. The train next to them closed its doors with a hiss and started moving away. "Ah, whoops," Luka sighed. "I'll catch the next one."

This moment stretched in her mind as her mind raced. When he said he was going to miss her… it just reminded her how horribly she was going to miss him. Why had she been so freaking indecisive all this time? How was she going to deal with the Luka-shaped hole in her heart? How had she not realized that she'd wanted him and needed him until right as he was leaving for another freaking country and what if he was gone for a year or maYBE 10 YEARS or what if he decided he didn't want to come back and found himself someone else and she'd gone ahead and thrown this all away because she'd been too shy and too scared and too freaking stupid to realize she was in lo-- Oh, oh no.

Oh no. Don't freak out now, you saw this coming! Don't let him leave! she yelled at herself. Not yet. Not… yet, anyway.

"Wait! Wait, um, I-I have your presents pack at the packery--back at the bakery! I-I-If it's okay did you want me to get them now?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you already bring one to the Liberty?"

Marinette pressed her lips together in a wan smile. "One's not enough," she said quietly. "There are more. I… wasn't able to carry all of them." HE won't be able to carry all of them, she thought angrily at herself. But there was one that she wanted to give him in person, in private. Now was as good a time as any, if he was willing.

He looked a little worried, but then Luka shrugged. "Sure, I don't have anything else right now. I'll head back with you. Thanks, by the way… You know you didn't have to get me anything."

"How long have you known me?" Marinette sniffed.

His smile broke through again. "Fair enough." They walked back up the stairs back to surface streets and walked to the bakery when the pedestrian light was green. Tom and Sabine looked delighted that Marinette brought Luka back. "Hey again. It's been a while," Luka joked.

"Go on upstairs, we'll bring you some snacks in a little bit!" Sabine said cheerfully. Marinette noticed that there wasn't any room for argument in what her mom said. It'd nearly come across as a command.

"Stay as long as you'd like!" Tom added unnecessarily.

Luka just smiled and nodded politely and followed as Marinette decided she'd best leave right then. They went up the stairs past her parents' bedroom floor and into the main floor. Luka almost went up the Marinette's bedroom ladder behind her but decided against it. "I can wait down here unless you need help getting it down?" he offered.

Marinette wondered why he was getting weird about going into her room now, of all times. "Just come up?" Luka let out what was the tiniest sigh and he relented, going up the ladder. She waited until he was finished climbing. "I didn't get a chance to wrap this up yet, but… I want to make sure it fits properly anyway." She took a long leather jacket off of her mannequin and presented it to Luka. "This is yours. I made this for you. Can you try this on?"

He just stared for a minute. "That looks… pretty damn incredible, Marinette," he said in awe. He took off his current jacket and handed it to Marinette when she offered to take it from him. She pretended she didn't feel just slightly awkward watching his lean form emerge from his bulky outerwear, pretended she didn't notice that his gray shirt underneath fit snug around his chest, pretended that she didn't keep getting drawn to the lines and curves of the muscles he usually kept hidden underneath hoodies.

He put on the jacket she made. Most of it was black leather lined in fleece, but she left the arms and the hood a softer, more pliable fabric so he wouldn't have his arms constrained by the stiff leather. The dark gray fabric of the arms extended out past the wrist to cover the palms and backs of his hands, and had slits for him to put his thumbs through. He pulled the hoodie over and smiled at Marinette. "Feels pretty good," he said.

Marinette moved his arm so it extended out, looking at the pull of the fabric and making sure that it was fitting well. She made some minor adjustments to the way the jacket sat on him, checking the length, checking seams, checking if there were any problems at all before she realized she was probably being weird on him. "Oh! Sorry, I just--just wanted to… um. A-anyway, how is it?"

Luka had just taken her hovering around and fixing things with quiet dignity. "It's great. It's… like I said, incredible. This must have taken a lot of work," he said with clear praise in his voice. "I honestly can't believe you're giving this to me. Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Since you're l-leaving in winter I wanted to make sure… that you're warm." Like you keep me warm. "And comfortable." Like you keep me comfortable. "And it's… it's not obvious but I also have something on the back. Here, you can check it in the mirror," she said, pulling him toward her full length mirror. He faced away from the mirror but checked over his shoulder to look. In the light Luka could tell that she had painted the leather in subtle blue and pink, more stains of color under the light than distinct painted lines. "I wasn't sure if you'd like it but… I put in the lightning bolt from your Kitty Section mask. So that way you even if you're not part of Kitty Section anymore, you can bring them with you? Am I making any sense?"

"I got it," he nodded, still checking out different parts of the jacket. "God, I don't have words for how amazing this is."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Marinette, I love it." He paused suddenly after looking back up at her. He was a little surprised when he saw that she was crying again. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He moved to her and pulled her into another hug.

"I'm just," she sighed, burying her face into his chest. "Seeing that on you. It makes it real that you're going." Luka took in a breath like he'd wanted to say something, but he let it go without saying anything. For a few heartbeats they stood there like that.

They heard Tom shuffling below and the hatch opened. "Hey kids, I brought some crois-- Oh, that looks wonderful, Marinette! That jacket turned out very nice!"

Marinette sighed and pulled away from Luka. "Thanks Papa," she laughed, taking the proffered plate of steaming hot bread.

"Eat them up while they're still warm!" Tom beamed, going back down the ladder and closing the hatch behind him. At least her dad didn't make a comment on how he found her and Luka. Maybe he was saving that for later… ugh.

"Want one?" Marinette giggled. "They are best straight from the oven."

"Sure, I'll take one."

Marinette handed one to Luka and ate one for herself, feeling pretty self-conscious at how awkward it got again. She put the plate of croissants on her computer table. "So um… The other presents for you are just… um. I guess there might be a lot to carry now that I think about it, ha."

"Keep them," Luka said between bites. Keep them? As in he didn't want them? Marinette froze in place. "Here," Luka added belatedly, smiling after he finished his croissant. "Keep them here. I'll be able to pick them up when I come back in the summer." He took a step toward her and leaned in close, placing his fingers against her cheek. Marinette blushed at the contact but she didn't shy away.

He pulled an errant flake of pastry off the corner of her mouth and ate it. "H-hey," Marinette grumbled. Well, it was probably her fault for expecting something… different. "That was mine," she added lamely at the end.

"What, you want it back?" He chuckled. "Dunno how--" She grabbed his lapels and pulled him in to kiss him hard. Then she heard Tom shuffling around again and shoved Luka at the chaise lounge just in time for Tom to open the hatch.

"I brought hot chocolate!" her dad announced with a huge grin, though it faltered a little as he took a slight pause to look back and forth between his daughter and the startled young man on her chaise. The kids were blushing pretty hard and Marinette just knew Tom was formulating some conclusions on what happened.

"Thanks Dad, we're good on snacks for now," Marinette said, trying to emphasize that she did not want anymore interruptions as she took the cups from Tom.

Tom grinned again. "Sabine and I added a little Dupain-Cheng magic in the cocoa, let us know what you think, alright? We'll leave you alone now," Tom winked.

UGH. She handed a cup over to Luka who took it automatically, still staring at her in a slight shock. Oh God maybe he didn't like her like that? "I-I'm sor--" she started.

"Don't," Luka interrupted. "Be sorry. Don't be sorry, I mean." He looked a little panicked and laughed nervously. "I didn't. Think. That you. Were…" he continued, speaking in fragments at a time. "Are you? Was that…"

Marinette sipped her hot chocolate nervously, her cup shaking slightly in her hands, but asked "Are you?" for some reason.

"How long have you known me?" Luka barked out as a laugh. "I've always liked you. Always."

"Me too. Really." Marinette said quietly. "I… it just. I suck at timing, you know?"

"Yeah," he breathed out, nodding.

She pouted. "But since you're leaving… it was something that… it just scared me."

"You know I'm coming back right?" He put his cup of cocoa on the floor. "Especially if you're waiting."

"You-you could meet someone new…?"

Luka furrowed his eyebrows. "I'll let you know if that happens. Is that what you're worried about?"

Marinette sighed. "No, orrrr ummm, sort of but not really. I just… didn't want things to change. And by that I mean I didn't want to… I didn't want to make… make any mistakes. With you." She chugged her hot chocolate, tasting the hints of buttery toffee and cream with a pinch of sea salt, then set her mug aside. "You've let me just hang out, you know? Let me be… me. And I was so afraid I'd screw something up if there was… anything more between us, if anything changed between us."

"But now things are changing anyway?" Luka replied. "Because I'm leaving for a while."

Marinette nodded. "Yeah. So, I thought I'd… well, give you that," she pointed at the jacket, "at least. So a little part of me can go with you."

Luka got back up to his feet and took off the leather jacket. "Then I'll only wear this when I'm away. Right now I'm here," he said. "And you're here. And I've always liked you. If you want me, I'm yours."

"That simple, huh?" Marinette smiled shyly.

"Always been."

Marinette drew herself into his arms and hugged him tight, feeling him wrap his arms around her. "I do. W-want this I mean. You. I really do suck at timing," Marinette sighed.

"Yeah, you do," Luka laughed. "But you've just given me some of the best Christmas presents I've ever gotten." He drew her face up to look at him and smiled. "And something to look forward to when I come back." He leaned in and kissed her.

#fxl fic #lukanette #lukanette endgame #endgame lukanette #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine

[stillbandofbrothersthirsty]

As Far As Friends Go

Chapter 9 (Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8)

****TW: Please beware that this chapter mentions miscarriages and may be triggering.

Emily - March 1944

The world seemed to narrow in around them. The black sky felt heavy, draping them in a blanket of privacy where all time seemed to stop. Nixon looked frozen staring at her.

“What?” Nixon sounded gobsmacked.

She could only imagine what she looked like standing there in front of him. Her hair was down - he rarely saw it down since she was always in uniform. The icy breeze blew wild strands of auburn across her rosy nose and cheeks. Emily had rushed out of the hospital and had spent the entire train ride back crying and doing her best to make sense of her emotions. She hadn’t thought once about checking her compact to fix her complexion or hair as her body brought her back to the base that had become her home.

All that ran through her mind was the vision of John’s hospital bed and the woman who sat beside him. As soon as she had seen that woman turn, her profile punctuated by her bulging stomach, it dawned on Emily that nothing but opportunity lay before her. She was no longer tied to this man. Everything Emily had ever wanted began with her returning to the airborne division of the United States army, so she immediately did just that.

“I’m free,” she repeated. She smiled up at him as tears filled her eyes, giving her a manic look.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t you in Worcestershire?” Emily shook her head as if in awe and Nixon wondered if she had gone mad.

“When I got there he had another woman at his bedside.” A tear ran down her cheek. Nixon stepped forward with an outstretched hand as if to comfort her. Emily quickly wiped the tear away, “no I’m okay, it’s okay.” Nixon stopped just in front of her. His eyebrows wove together in confusion and Emily knew she had to go on, “John was involved with another woman,” Emily swallowed as she felt her face grow red. She couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed that she had been usurped by another woman. “They met in Liverpool when he first docked over two years ago, before Italy. Almost immediately after he left the states actually,” Emily laughed a bitter laugh. “And she’s pregnant, with their second child.”  

Nixon let out a low whistle. This caused Emily to burst into a fit of giggles. She didn’t know why- she wasn’t sure why she was responding this way at all. The entire train ride back to Aldbourne her mind had gone in circles trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the short morning she had spent at the convalescent hospital. The plan she had when she first arrived in England was completely shot to dust. What would her parents think? What would they say? Who cares what they had to say, Emily reminded herself. That was her new mantra. The end of her relationship hadn’t been her doing, she had done everything right. If anyone was at fault now it was John. Now free from guilt, Emily was free to make her future anything she wanted it to be.

Nixon was looking at her as if she was crazy when she finally recovered herself. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” She pressed two fingers against her temple and exhaled.

“Are you?” Nixon’s eyes were wide with bewilderment, “Emily that is.. that is fucked up. And you didn’t know?’’

“No! Didn’t even suspect,” Emily said almost laughing again, “although, a lot does make sense now. I may have accidentally received a few letters meant for her over the past couple years.”

“What did you mean you’re free?” Nixon was nearly a silhouette in the darkness though they were only standing inches away from each other. The gears were turning in Emily’s mind. She wasn’t sure how much she should reveal to him, but at this point did it matter?

His eyes narrowed. “What?” he asked.

“Can we go inside to talk? It’s cold.” Emily shivered for effect.


Nixon took her suitcase and led her inside. By habit, they ended up back by their desks in the intelligence room. Officers filled every other comfortable room in the manor house but even so this work room was where they both felt comfortable.

“Coffee? Tea?” Nixon asked going over to the coffee station.

“Tea sounds lovely,” Emily said.

“You really like that stuff? It tastes like brown water to me.” Nixon disappeared to fill the kettle. When he returned he placed the piping hot pot on a crochet pad and set to preparing Emily’s mug with a strain of herbal tea leaves. It was sweet, Emily thought. He had such a look of concentration for such a simple task. Emily felt too restless to sit down so she leaned against Nixon’s desk as she waited for him to finish.

Eventually, Nixon handed her a well-steeped cup. He leaned against her own desk across from where she stood, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand.

“So what did you mean you’re free?” he asked. So much in Emily’s world had changed in the last twelve hours but Nixon was still his impetuous self.

Emily inhaled deeply, trying to think of how to best explain herself. “What I meant was, I finally feel free without a fiancee. My life, my career here, was on a timer and each day it ticked closer to the buzzer. Now that I’m not engaged I could do anything.”

“Sure, but free is an awfully dramatic word to use.”

Emily shrugged but Nixon didn’t miss her withholding smile. “It’s not like you were trapped, being engaged isn’t a death sentence,” Nixon cocked his head, “well, not complete death.”

“It wasn’t the end of the world, no,” Emily conceded, “but it wasn’t what I really wanted.”

“Then why were you engaged to him in the first place?” 

Emily eyed Nixon wearily. “You can tell me,” he said soothingly, “I promise Em, you can trust me.”

Emily sipped her tea meditatively. Could she trust him? He had teased her over what she had confessed to him in the past.


“Fine, you don’t have to tell me,” Nixon said, “but just know that I regret embarrassing you back then.” Nixon nudged his shoulder, gesturing back in time. “I shouldn’t have teased you about something sensitive, especially in front of Harry.”

Emily flushed hot at the mention of Harry. She had thought of him on the train. Then she had thought of Kitty. The woman she had only briefly seen in a little black and white photo, and a character that seemed further away the more she and Harry spent time together. If Emily had learned anything today it was that not all men were as noble as they seemed. A very deep-set, shameful part of Emily wondered if Harry weren’t as noble as he seemed.

“You have to promise, Lewis. If I tell you anything it stays here, between you and me.”

“Between you and me.”

Emily cleared her throat in preparation and took another sip of tea. “I met John at a Notre Dame social. I liked him enough at first. He was cute, still a boy, but entertaining enough. I was so bored at school and happy to have a distraction. And, I have to admit, I didn’t hate the other girls envy that I was on the arm of a Notre Dame football player.”

Nixon snorted, he couldn’t stand jocks. Emily glared at him. “Continue,” Nixon prompted with a wave of his hand.

“Anyway, things were fun, casual. And we began…” Emily circled her finger in a propelling movement, “ya know.”

“What?”

“We began having relations.”

“You slept together?”



“Yes,” Emily said curtly, “which again was just fun and casual.” She paused, “but then I got pregnant.”

Nixon’s eyes widened. His expression said what everyone’s did; so where’s the baby? A steel hand clenched around Emily’s heart. 



“Obviously, it was a disaster when I found out. I wasn’t married, hadn’t graduated yet, but at least I had a guy on the hook. I didn’t know who was devastated more, me or my parents.” Emily’s gaze was far away now. She was falling away into the land of memory. The only thing anchoring her to the room was the hot mug clutched tightly between her hands. “I felt like my life was over. The best I could hope for was that John would make a decent woman out of me, which he did. He proposed. My parents, my mom, was thrilled and the wedding was rushed ahead. The hope was that we could be married before anyone realized this baby was conceived out of wedlock,” it was Emily’s turn to snort.

“But a few weeks before the big day I began bleeding,” Emily tried to swallow past the rock that had formed in her throat. The sorrow that had overwhelmed her then was edging itself back into her chest. “I lost the baby,” her voice was barely a whisper, it was all she could manage. “my mom thought John would cut and run. He had no reason to be with me anymore. She told me I was spoiled goods. She was terrified no other man would want me. I asked her why did anyone have to know? But in a town like ours, the size of ours, it was unavoidable. Everyone knew about the wedding and suspected the reason. Luckily, John didn’t cut and run. He honored our engagement. The wedding was pushed back but then Pearl Harbor happened, and John enlisted.” Reaching the end of her sad story, Emily finally looked at Nixon. His eyes were darker then she had ever seen them. His mouth was fixed in a taught line across his face. She couldn’t read him at all. He was probably disgusted by her - her recklessness, her lack of backbone and desperation for any man who would take her. “So, now you’re all caught up,” she said quietly.

“Emily,” when he finally spoke his voice was raspy, “I’m so sorry.”

Emily fought against the sobs that were forming in her chest, her throat and eyes. If she let the tears fall they wouldn’t be out of relief like before but tears of utter grief. A grief she didn’t have the energy to touch tonight. She shrugged, “yeah, well, apparently I was just an obligation to John. But that’s fine, he was only meant to be a fun time for me. We weren’t each others forever.”

The corner of Nixon’s mouth turned up, “careful, one may say you’re a romantic Miss Rooney.”

Emily smiled, “maybe one day. Not today, I’ve got a job to do.”

“Come here,” Nixon pulled her into a tight hug and Emily let him. She allowed her body to melt into him and allowed herself to, in that moment, be completely dependent on him. She exhaled her suppressed sadness gratefully into his broad chest. The lump in her throat grew stronger but she fought against it by concentrating on Nixon’s warm embrace, the smell of his aftershave and the roughness of his uniform against her cheek. All was well with the world, she reminded herself. Her future had never seemed more hopeful.

Finally, Nixon released her. “Ya know, George Luz is going to be thrilled to hear you’re single again.”


Emily laughed a true laugh and punched him on the shoulder. “Leave it alone, Lew.”

#band of brothers #hbo band of brothers #fanfiction #as far as friends go #lewis nixon #lewis nixon x oc #original character #harry welsh #george luz #george luz x oc #harry welsh x oc #hbo war

[dapandapod]

Fun and games

1420 words,  Three times Lambert kind of wants to kiss Aiden, and a fourth time where he has to.

I had to, alright? It’s been in my drafts for a while and I want snarky boys kissing. Enjoy <3

On Ao3 here!

Friendship is such a weird thing.

You just pick a human, mutant, pony, goat, bard, whatever, and just hang out with them. Lambert didn’t really pick this friend. The friend in question just showed up one day and kept showing up. Aiden, he calls himself. So that is what Lambert keeps yelling when this cat witcher keeps getting them into troubles.

Turns out it's most of the time.

Not that Lambert minds, trouble is fun in most senses possible. But when they (yet again) find themselves hiding out together in a pond because Aiden couldn’t resist teasing the residential lordling, even Lambert is getting a little cranky.

Not that Lambert stopped him, but that is not the point.

Their noses are right above the surface of the black pond, the moon reflecting it’s pale light. Lambert's hair sticks to his forehead, and the water smells old and murky. Aiden gives him a teasing look, corner of his eyes crinkling with mirth, and Lambert resists the urge to swat at him.

He squints at Aiden, who gives his hair a pointed stare. As if he looks much better. Bastard. 

There are men running around the grounds yet, so Lambert can’t do anything about Aiden’s stupid face. But he wants to.

He feels himself scowl, and if possible Aiden looks even happier.

Prick.

Fine. Lambert moves slowly, getting closer without disturbing the water. There must be vengeance for this. Aidens eyes challenge him, sparkling sparking in the moonlight. Lambert gets so close that there are only inches between them.

Aidens smile fades, and he looks at him intensely. Lambert has no idea why, but his heart is beating hard. Their chins rise above the water, Lambert follows the dripping of water that trails down Aidens skin in the darkness.

 He slowly puts his hands on Aidens shoulders under the water, careful not to create sound. He feels transfixed, he has the strongest urge to just-

He pushes Aiden under the water with a satisfying plop.

 That annoying mop of hair disappears under the surface and Lambert's grin is all teeth.

Vengeance is sweet.

Next thing he knows,cold pond water is pushing into his nose and his mouth. Aidens hands are like claws on his chest, pulling him down with him.

Right, Aiden is a bastard too.

They glare at each other from under the water, still close together. Aiden, ever the physical person, bites his shoulder.

All of a sudden, Lambert feels warm. Burning hot.

Fuck those guards up there, Lambert gotta go or he is going to do somethign very stupid.

He pushes himself out of the water and runs.

 ~

 Lambert is bleeding, rather profusely.

He can see black spots in his vision, eyes flicking about without finding purchase. His fingerstips are tingling, and somewhere from a distance he can hear someone calling his name.

Something is poured into his mouth, he recognizes the taste. Swallow.

Then it is dark for a while.

Next thing he knows, Aidens eyes are in front of his, hands on his cheeks.

“There we go, idiot. I told you, you are not allowed to die. Who says you can’t follow instructions!”

“Stupid kitty.” He moans out and Aiden's laugh puffs against his skin.

He wants to press close, but he feels so, so heavy.

He is content to lie there and be laughed at. It’s fine. He will bite back later. Push Aiden to a troll or something.

 ~

 Snow is the best and the worst.

Going up into the stupid mountain to chase a stupid wyvern eating stupid cows for stupid farmers that pay too little.

They find themselves snowed in after the wyvern is killed, in a barely-there hut abandoned halfway down the mountain. It’s stupid cold, and despite lighting a fire in the fireplace and the snow piling high enough to keep the wind out, it’s bitterly cold.

Aidens feet are like ice against his legs where they lie pressed together, huddled under cloaks and what little clothes they could spare to pile on top.

“Do you have to press them against me?! You are freezing!” Lambert complains.

Aiden huddles closer, pushing his hands under Lamberts tunic, and Lambert hisses.

“That’s the fucking point of cuddling!” Aiden retorts, pushing his icy fingers into Lambert's armpits.

“We are not cuddling!” Lambert protests. “We are trying to keep warm!”

Embarrassment burns through him, because he enjoys the closeness a little too much. The smell of old sweat from the fight, the feeling of another body next to his, his arms wrapped around the other witcher to keep him close.

“Sure.” Aiden says, sounding just a little patronizing, and flattens his fingers against Lambert's skin with a content little sigh.

“Come on. You too. We don't want you to lose any fingers.” He wriggles a little, motioning for Lambert to put his hands in Aidens armpits too.

It’s not weird, Lambert tells himself. It is not weird that his heart is beating and his breath is catching and that his hands are getting clammy as he slowly lowers his hands slowly.

It’s not cuddling. It’s not touching.

It's about warming up.

Nothing else.

Nothing to get worked up about.

Aiden pulls back a little, looking at him, and fuck.

“What are you getting worked up about?” Aiden teases, the bastard.

“I'm not.” Lambert grumbles, trying not to look at him.

At his eyes dancing with mirth, his lips and that stupid smile, as his hands travel. When his hands reach the hem of Aidens tunic, it’s Aidens turn to hiss.

“Fuck that’s cold. Come on.”

“So eager, you absolute weirdo.” Lambert says as his hands follow the line of Aidens body upwards.

Every rise of rib, muscle, scar. He looks at the bob of Aidens throat as he swallows, refusing to look higher.

It is a relief when his hands finally rest in the heat under his arms.

 Lambert presses his eyes closed, fighting with everything he is worth to stay on that line.

 Friends.

 Sleep claims them, through some wonder, and when they wake up and the wind has stopped howling and the fire is burned low, Lambert's head is under Aidens chin, nose pressed against his neck.

 ~

 “I dare you to kiss Aiden.”

Fuck. Yeah fun and games and all, but fuck.

Jaskier looks smug as fuck where he sits in Geralts lap, the witchers face constipated as usual when Jaskier is around.

Nerves, Eskel says, and Lambert is starting to relate.

“Fuck off.” Lambert scoffs and Jaskier shrugs.

“Fine. Truth it is, oh brave man.”

Lambert doesn’t trust this bard. This is going to be bad.

“Then tell us why not.”

Lambert doesn’t look at Aiden. Doesn’t look at anyone except for Jaskier.

There will be vengeance.

“Fucking fine.” Lambert growls, throws out a fist and grabs a hold of Aidens shirt and hauls him close.

Finally their eyes meet.

Aiden looks surprised. And hungry.

Lambert's eyes dart down to those lips that he may or may not have been thinking about in the middle of the night.

“What are you getting worked up about?” Aiden breathes and yeah.

It’s just a dare. Just a kiss.

Lunging forward, kissing the smug right of Aidens face. Their lips collide harshly and Aiden's hand comes up to tangle in his hair. Lambert grunts, and Aiden shifts closer, adjusting the angle so that when he takes a breath, they align perfectly.

Lips dragging together, parting, getting greedy.

Aidens fingers in his hair feels good, his other hand clutching at his thigh. Then he registers a whoop of victory from Jaskier, and ah.

Right. It’s just a kiss.

Lambert goes to pull back, their lips parting with a wet sound, but Aidens hand in his hair grips him tighter.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He growls, and dives right back in.

His tongue is hot and wet as it licks into him. The hand Lambert has fisted in Aidens shirt tightens, pulling him closer, helpless to his own needs.

“Room.” He pants between kisses. “Room.”

He tears himself from Aiden, standing up abruptly, Aidens shirt still in a tight grip.

He points an angry finger at Jaskier, because it is time for vengeance while he still remembers to be mad.

 “You. Truth or dare.” Jaskier looks pleased and amused where he sits, and Geralt looks genuinely worried.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to fucking tell Geralt you love him.”

 Then Lambert turns around to splutters and more constipated witcher noises and drags Aiden behind him up the stairs.

#lambden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #snarky boys #the witcher #hiding from guards #mention of minor injury #huddling for warmth #pining lambert #lambert really is an idiot #and he really wanna kiss aiden #and jaskier is just helping out #truth and dare is such a good game for that isn't it #dapanda writes #geraskier mention #jaskier the bard #geralt of rivia #just a little kissing

[graaythekwami]

Blanc Skies (ML one-shot)

Summary: Little kitty on the rooftop, Not alone For he has his Lady.

(In which Chat Blanc was able to win.)

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Also read on ao3.

Contains a character with possessive and controlling behaviors while akumatized.

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Silver claws swiped forward, breaking the water’s edge as the gleaming fish swam near the surface. Claws hooked into scales, flipping the creature up and out of the water as the rest of them scattered. Another clawed hand snagged the fish out of the air, icy blue eyes watching humorously as it struggled in his grasp.

Chat Blanc let out a purr as he hooked the fish to his belt, pleased with the meal he had caught. It became easier each time, using crumbs and the remains of the last fish to lure more to the surface. And something about fishing, about hunting, felt so natural– and he couldn’t help but preen as he drew out his staff, vaulting across the watery ruins of Paris.

Once the sight had filled him with a bitter sorrow, a pain that had refused to relent. For months he had suffered in this abyss, in this silence, with no escape from the destruction he had created with his own hand. Some days he had shouted and screamed, others he had sobbed and begged, but nothing could change the reality he lived in. He had thought there was no escape, the days blurring, to the point where he was singing just to pretend the echoes belonged to someone else.

And then an angel had graced him with her presence, the one he had thought he had lost returning to his arms.

He used cars and drifting debris as a bridge across Paris, his baton propelling makeshift boats forward. His heart soared at the thought of her, and his eyes locked on the building in the distance. It was one of the few with any part of it above the water, and though it was minimal compared to the one he had collapsed in his burst of anger, but it was enough for who it held– which to him was the entire world.

He leapt up onto the roof of the old hotel, staring out at the empty landscape, a smile flickering onto his face, before climbing down through the roof entrance.

“Princess,” he purred as he slunk down the hallway, but he heard no reply. His heartbeat picked up at this, and he had to fight the akuma within him to keep his anger and fear from spiking. He knew that she had been quiet these last few days, and she most certainly wasn’t gone.

She had tried running twice, and he didn’t understand why– there was nowhere and no one else to go to. He had moved her to somewhere safer though, and she didn’t have the same agility as him to reach the roof (he had Cataclysm-ed the stairs as a precaution). So far this building had proved to be secure, even with most of its levels sunken under water, but he knew they couldn’t stay here forever. 

Soon Paris would run out of salvageable resources for them, and they would need to move on. He didn’t know where they would go or what they would find, but as long as he was by Marinette’s side he could protect her.

“Princess,” he said softly again as he reached the room she had been staying in, nudging the door open. Again, he heard no reply, but he did hear her sharp intake of breath as he slunk into the room. “I brought you some food. I just need to cook it up for you, I know you must be hungry, you haven’t eaten at all today.”

He could vaguely remember what it was like to be hungry. His akuma empowered him in many ways, including having no need for food. He was more than happy to prepare some for his Lady, and he slipped the fish he had caught into a cooler near the door. He hummed to himself, wishing that Marinette would say something back to him– but her being here was enough.

With the fish now safely tucked away he turned his focus towards Marinette. With no electricity the room was dim, but thanks to light streaming in from the window he could see her form quite easily curled up on the bed. Even if it was dark he would still be able to see her with his night vision, which was wonderful. Marinette was here once more, and nothing could keep them apart again.

He strolled up to the bed she laid on, not paying heed to the way she tensed nor the way her heart rate jumped. His ears flicked as he studied her, the way she struggled to keep her ragged breathes smooth and even– Marinette was pretending to be asleep. The sight was so adorable that he couldn’t help but let out another purr, crawling across the hotel bed as he moved closer towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

“I know you’re awake,” he told Marinette, and she let out a small gasp. “I can hear your heart,” his claws hands fell across right where it laid in her chest. “You’re awake, and you’re alive– isn’t that wonderful?”

Her heart still thundered loudly as she tensed, taking in a sharp breath. The scent of salt tickled his nose as he pulled her closer, her back to his chest. She was angry, and she was crying. Chat let out a sigh, but chose to ignore it, burying his nose into her hair, taking in her wonderful scent instead. He thought he would never have this again– but she was right here.

“You’re still upset about the earrings, aren’t you?” He finally asked, and for the first time that day he finally heard her wonderful voice.

“Yes,” she choked out, voice full of bitterness as she struggled against a sob.

He sighed, but it would only be a matter of time before her anger faded. She would forgive him eventually– she always did, after all. He didn’t want to wait, in fact the akuma in him seemed to be urging his anger to spark, but he always managed to calm it down. He had waited alone for months just to see her once again, he could wait just a bit longer for things to become perfect between them.

“I’m sorry,” he told her with complete sincerity. She did love being Ladybug, and he had taken that from her.

But he had no other choice– with the Ladybug earrings there was a means to rid him from the clarity he had gained as Chat Blanc, and her restoration powers could bring back everything... including him.

He let out a growl without thinking, and instantly she tensed in his arms. His guilt tugged at him as he realized her fear was sparking, and he ran his fingers through her hair in hopes of calming her. She had kept trying to put it up in pigtails these last few days, and in the end he had to Cataclysm her hair ties to keep it down. He preferred her hair down– it reminded him of better times.

“It’s better this way,” he told her for what felt like the millionth time. “You showed me that, remember? A wish had it’s price, a risk– and now we don’t have to worry about that.”

He had been so focused on gaining her Miraculous when she had first showed up, and he was sure it was the akuma in him. The last lingering orders of... that man. Of course his mind had set its sights on the wish to restore what had been done, and he had nearly succeeded. His fight with his Lady had been a long one, and it was sheer luck (strange, that it had been granted to him instead of her) that he had been able to claim one of the earrings from her.

Taking the other had been simple once her powers had dispersed.

She had been crying as he had done so, begging for him to stop, calling out for Bunnyx. It was somewhere in his frazzled mind that he had realized she must have been from another time, which made sense. Where else would she have come from? He had admitted that his isolation had driven his mind to its limits, but with his Lady back it had become clearer with every minute, including the realization of what asking for a wish would entail– which she had fervently reminded him as he had put the earrings into his own ears, her last attempt to stop him.

And she had been right, what was the point of making a wish to restore this world when her Miraculous Ladybug could do just that? A wish that would come with a devastating price? It was a power beyond their control... and did he really need the whole world back? A world of danger and selfish people? A world where he had been controlled like a puppet? A world with... that man?

Why did he need the world back when his entire world was in front of him?

Her cry had been painful when he had Cataclysm-ed her earrings, and watching the last fragment of hope in her eyes shatter was terrible. She didn’t seem to understand that everything was going to be okay, that she would be safe with him. She still didn’t understand that, but he would be patient.

“You took Tikki,” Marinette hissed, snapping him from his thoughts. A scowl twitched on his face, a part of him twisting with frustration as she mentioned someone else, someone that did not matter when it came to them– but he released it with a laugh.

“Kwamis don’t die, m’lady,” he said, humming as he played with her hair. “It simply removed the dangers of her powers from this realm, that’s all.”

“Your powers are the dangerous ones,” she spat back.

“Hmm,” he said, but had no reply, because her words were true. His powers were dangerous, as he had used them to attack her– twice. But one had been when Hawk Moth had been whispering in his ear, and the other was when his insanity had a strong hold on him. Now all was well, and his abilities were to be used to protect her now, as they had always been. “When do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry, Chat,” she replied, and his heart fluttered as she said his name.

“You haven’t eaten all day.”

“I’m still not hungry.”

“That’s okay, but you still need to eat. I’ll cook you your dinner in a few minutes, but I just want to lay like this for a little longer,” he pulled her closer, snuggling against her. 

His words were a lie– he wanted to be like this forever. But unlike him she needed the food, and it was his job to watch over her. He wished that she would just melt into his embrace like she had before all this had happened, but instead she tried to move away. He just wrapped his arms around her tighter, waiting until she settled down.

To her their time together had never happened, which was painful, but she was still his same Marinette. He had debated telling her who had once been under the mask, knowing that was who this Mari carried feelings for, but it felt wrong to use that name. Just as wrong as when she called him Chat Noir– because he wasn’t either of them anymore. He was Chat Blanc, a blank slate for his new start– with no responsibilities save for the care of this wonderful woman in front of him.

Though a part of him still melted when she did call him Chat Noir– for it was the only name that had ever been his that hadn’t been given to him by that man.

He preferred not to think about that.

“Leave me alone,” Marinette spat, and this time he couldn’t keep the anger of his akuma back. His grip on her tightened, and he flipped her over so they were facing each other. Her beautiful blue eyes mirrored his with rage, each glowering at the other, but he could see her resolve withering under his slitted glare.

“Marinette,” he said slowly, hands tightly gripping her shoulders. “My love,” his words might have seemed kind if he wasn’t speaking with a hiss. “I don’t think you want to ask that of me. After all, I know plenty of being alone, and I can promise you it is a fate I would never inflict upon you. However, you saying such leaves the impression that you want to leave me alone– again. Would you really do that to your Kitty, My Lady?”

His akuma told him to whisper threats, but even with the anger roaring through him he tucked them away. His Lady was to protect after all, and if something were to happen he knew he wouldn’t get another second chance to protect her.

“Ch-chat–” she stuttered out, and instantly everything softened– his grip, his expression, his anger. His purr rumbled out from his throat as he pulled her back into his embrace, holding her tightly against him. She was here, he wasn’t alone anymore– she was here.

“I love you,” he whispered to her. “I love you so much.”

His eyes snapped open in surprise as he felt her returning his embrace, her fingers running through his white hair. He took in a sharp breath, holding her just a bit closer, and she sighed against him.

“I know you do, Chaton, I know,” she told him softly, all anger gone, and he felt tears stinging his eyes. This wasn’t the first time she had shown him a softness in these last few days since he had destroyed her Miraculous, but still it swept him away every time. And he was sure it wouldn’t be long until this was the only side of her he saw.

“I love you, Marinette,” he told her again, because he was sure she didn’t understand. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You’re the most important person in my life,” she replied gently– as this Marinette from the past would never utter the words ‘love’ to him. “And it hurts so much to know I have lost you.”

“I’m right here.” Why couldn’t she see that? That Noir was just a shadow to the brilliance he was now?

She pulled back, blue eyes staring into each other. Hers were deep, like the ocean– while his were like ice, shattered. He hungrily took in every feature of her face, as if he would forget it if he were to look away. His breath hitched as she ran a hand down the side of his face. It wasn’t affection, as there was only concern in her eyes, but he would take whatever he could get.

“You are there,” she finally concluded. “Deep down I know you’re in there, Chat Noir.”

Perhaps Noir was, but that didn’t matter as long as he stayed hidden away.

He could kiss her right then and there, but he knew that wouldn’t be right. Such a bold step in affection would be too far for the Marinette that didn’t remember their time together. He would have to take the steps to get there slowly, and while the thought of her not remembering hurt, he was excited to go down that path with her once more. He instead settled for a soft kiss on the check, and he purred when she didn’t pull away.

“Do you want some food, love?” He asked.

“...If we can eat outside,” she said after a moment. “I don’t want to be in this room for another minute.”

He beamed. “Of course, just let me get your dinner ready, then we can go up on the roof.”

He didn’t want to move away from her, but still he rolled off of the bed, making his way to the cooler where the fish was waiting. Perhaps when they left Paris he could offer her more than seafood and whatever cans of food he found floating in the water outside. Maybe they could find somewhere where the ground still stood and was covered in lush plants– they could make a garden! Marinette had always loved her potted plants on her balcony!

But for now they would have their dinner on the rooftop, and this time he wouldn’t be alone– for he had his Lady.

#my fics #ml fanfic #chat blanc #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #chat blanc fanfic #chat blanc au #ml angst #angst #the children need hugs #mariblanc #marinette dupain cheng #akumatized chat noir #akumatized adrien

[eccentricpony]

Hi can you do hc of summer troupe after great sardine search w/ reader who loves their ears?

Hi there! I sure can! These ended up being long so I’m splitting them up. First up, Muku + Yuki!

UPDATE: Check out Tenma, Misumi, and Kazunari’s imagines for this request HERE!

·        If Muku was a cinnamon roll (note: he is), then those cat ears added at least 2 layers of icing. He was precious beyond words.

·        Muku was already the softest romantic soul you had ever met, but when he did his tiny kitty mewling on stage, you felt yourself falling in love with your little prince all over again.

·        When he saw you backstage following the premiere performance, his mouth split into a huge grin. He still could not believe that he had someone like you in his life. You were sooo so cute, and sweet, and funny, and he wasn’t even sure if you were real because you were just so perfect and he literally pinched himself one day because he thought he was dreaming but he wasn’t because nothing happened it just really hurt and he did absolutely everything he could to maintain good karma because he really didn’t think he deserved you.

·        Only he did; he treated you like an angel, and you returned all of his sweet, thoughtful gestures in kind.

·        You were totes sympatico, at least that’s what Kazu had said.

·        Muku’s cheeks flushed as he approached, and you closed the space between you and curled your arms around him. Even after a hundred hugs, you were still surprised at the feeling of the wiry, athletic frame beneath you, reminding yourself once again that your shoujo manga loving dreamer had a history as a track star.

·        Pulling back, hands still clasping either side of his upper arms over his furry vest, you looked into his bright eyes, a pale powder blue that stole your breath, especially when they were gleaming as brightly as they were just now. You could not be prouder of this boy for the immense confidence you could see building within him every day, and you could sense that he was pretty pleased with himself, too.

·        You were both speechless for a moment, just drinking in each other’s glee. Shyly, you broke the ice by bringing attention to his costume.

·        “These are soooo so adorable!” you exclaimed, running your fingers over one of Muku’s gray cat ears.

·        He couldn’t feel it, of course, but the physical attention made his breathing shallow.

·        “I know, I want to keep them! Yuki always makes the cutest costumes!”

·        With the mention of the sharp-tongued costume designer, you lifted your finger from an ear for a moment and peered over Muku’s shoulder to ensure that Yuki wasn’t giving you the stink eye for touching his creation. All clear.

·        When you returned your attention to Muku, you noticed a thin wet streak dividing his cheek.

·        “M- Muku, are you crying?” You kept your voice low, quickly wiping the tear from his soft cheek with the backs of your fingers, not wanting to draw attention. You knew how emotional he could get, but you had not yet dismissed the possibility that these weren’t happy tears.

·        “Sorry, I- “ Sniff. “I’m just so happy!”

·        “Aww, my cutie!” you wrapped your arms around him, and he collapsed into your embrace.

·        He had heard that super cool Itaru had cried tears of happiness after the Spring Troupe’s production, so it wasn’t an unmanly thing to do it, right?

·        He glimpsed over your shoulder to where some of his fellow troupe members- no, his friends chattered excitedly about the night’s performance. He was accepted here, he was a valued member of a team, and now with you in his arms he had the fairytale love that he had never thought he deserved.

·        Yuki already knew the cat ears he created for “The Great Sardine Search” were adorable….because he made them, of course!

·        HOWEVER

·        Yuki did not expect you to become as starry-eyed as you did when you saw him wearing them.

·        He knew he made adorable clothes, but he was still coming to terms with the fact that you thought him to be adorable.

·        And ohmygodhewassocute. Those ears integrated into his neatly combed hair perfectly, and he looked just like a little kitty. A testy, super grouchy, spatty little kitty. Yuki was such a cat.

·        “Can I give them a tiny smooch?”

·        ^@#$%^$^@!! You didn’t deserve a response for asking such an outlandish thing. Did you know how many hours it took for Yuki to sew these to perfection? Fine, Taichi helped. A little.

·        “FINE, no tiny smooch.” You reassessed your approach.

·        “Can I pet them a little? Carefully?” Time to pull out all the stops “They’re just so perfect, they look so REAL!”

·        Of course they do; I made them. Mentally denying the swell in pride at your approval, Yuki consented to this with a curt nod.

·        You give him a hella big squeeze, and then stroked one of his floofy little peach ears with a poorly suppressed giggle.

·        Everything about the costume was indeed perfect. You knew how high Yuki’s standards were, and somehow he never failed to exceed them.

·        There were just far too many embarrassing things going on right now and Yuki.exe was experiencing an infinite loading screen.

·        “Careful!” he’d finally hiss, cheeks reddening. He reached up to ensure that the cat ear you touched was intact (he’d have to check for stains later)

·        “Sorry, Yukichi!” you offered dismissively, still transfixed on the soft, angular protrusions from your boyfriend’s head. You met his eyes with a warm smile. You were so proud of how talented he was, and you still couldn’t believe you were able to gain his affection despite his perpetually icy shell. It was a rare occasion, but there were moments (usually over-worked, over-tired moments) when you got a private little snuggly Yuki all to yourself. So you didn’t mind snappy Yuki - he wouldn’t be Yuki without that sass, after all - and you knew that tucked deep into that stony exterior, there was a softer, loving Yuki that you knew was for you and you alone.

·        “You’re the cutest, Yuki. I just love your little nose,” you cooed in a softer tone.

·        “Uh, I’m not wearing a cat nose?” he replied with a huff, ignoring the acceleration of heart palpitations thumping gently in his ears.

·        “I know that, it’s your nose that’s just too cute.

·        The apples of Yuki’s cheeks are now a lovely crimson red that match his scarf in a way that he would appreciate.

·        “Okay, no more touchy,” he said brusquely, but gently removed your hand from the accessory on his head, holding your fingers just a tad longer than necessary. “Do you want me to have to spend all night mending these when we’re supposed to be hanging out?”

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[janeyseymour]

Never Enough

Jane angst: “Why am I never enough?” 

TW: Blood. Just a bloody nose, but blood. 

~2170 Words

Most of the time, Jane felt like a failure. She knew she couldn’t just fix Anne and Kat’s nightmares. She wished she could, but she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t fix the way that Aragon, Anne, Cathy, and herself missed their children. She would do anything in her power to bring their babies back to them, but she knew she couldn’t. She knew she couldn’t help Cleves when she went into her rounds of self-loathing because He said something about her appearances. She could try, but she couldn’t convince her. Logically, she knew all of this. But that didn’t stop her from feeling like she was failing her family. 

The queens had just gotten off stage, and tonight hit all of them particularly hard. It wasn’t going to be an easy night for any of them- Jane knew that much. She would be up half the night talking with Aragon, Anne, and Cathy about the children they had left behind. The other half of the night would be spent checking on Cleves, who would no doubt ignore her problems and tell Jane she was fine, and trying to calm down Anne and Kat from the nightmares they were bound to have. 

Jane wasn’t wrong. As soon as the gang had piled through the door to their home, Cleves ran to her room claiming she was going to get to sleep early. There was no truth to this statement. All of the queens saw right through her. Instead, she would spend most of her night staring at herself in the mirror before she finally would give in to sleep. Anne dragged herself to her room, announcing she was “in need of some beauty sleep”. Aragon and Cathy had wandered into the kitchen to make tea, but not before telling Jane they would be back to discuss a few things with her. Kat had sat down on the couch, motioning for Jane to sit with her. And Jane? Well, Jane wanted to run to her room and cry. She knew she was going to finish this night sobbing, feeling like she failed her family again. But she didn’t. Instead, she went and sat down on the couch next to her dear Kat, who curled into her warmth. 

The two in the kitchen had returned with mugs of tea for themselves and Jane and a mug of hot chocolate for Kat. They had settled in and began to reminisce. Sometime after they had begun talking, Kat had laid her head down in Jane’s lap. Jane, absentmindedly stroking her hair, sent the girl into a deep sleep. It wasn’t until hours later that Jane had looked at the clock and realized just how late it had gotten. 

“It’s two in the morning ladies. I’m calling it a night. Thank you for staying up to talk Catherine. I would say thank you to you Cathy for staying up, but we all know you would still be up regardless.” Aragon’s smile faltered slightly, making Jane feel guilty, but she knew that the other queens needed their sleep, and she had to coax Kat into going to her room. Jane shifted Kat off of her lap as gently as she could before picking up the four, now empty, mugs and dropping them in the sink.

“You should do them tonight,” Jane scolded herself. Tiredness had taken over though, so she walked away and back into their living room, smiling softly as she laid her eyes on Kat sleeping peacefully. 

This had happened before. Jane and Kat would fall asleep watching a television show. The blonde queen would wake up with a sore neck and gently guide the youngest queen to bed. 

Sighing, the third queen quietly walked over to the fifth queen and shook her gently. 

“Kitty dear? It’s time to go to our rooms and get some proper shut eye.” What happened next was something Jane wasn’t expecting. 

“Jane what the hell?” Kat jumped up from the couch. “I was finally getting some peaceful sleep- something I did not think I would be getting tonight, and you just had to wake me!” The pink haired queen stormed up the steps, leaving a stunned Jane alone. The woman took a few deep breaths before trudging up the stairs.

Jane walked by Anna’s room, hesitant to check up on her. God forbid she upset Anna after she upset her Kat. She would be devastated. That’s when Jane heard muffled sobs coming from the red queen’s room. Against her better judgement, she knocked on the door. The quiet crying quickly turned into silence, and before Jane knew what she was doing, she was turning the knob and letting herself into Anna’s room. 

“Jane! Get out of here! I didn’t tell you to come in,” Anna shut the door in her face before muttering, “You can’t fix me Jane. Stop trying.” 

The blonde let her head drop. She really couldn’t do anything right today, could she? She was so close to locking herself into her room when she heard screams coming from down the hall. Anne’s screams. 

The blonde rushed to her room. Whipping the door open, she was met with Anne flailing about in her bed, sweat beading at her forehead. Jane quickly walked over to the second queen, shaking her gently. 

“Anne? Anne, love. It’s Jane. You need to wake up.” This didn’t work, and Anne’s fist collided with her nose. Jane’s nose began to gush blood, but she didn’t have time to react before Anne’s voice rang out through the room.

“Get away from her Henry! Wasn’t it enough beheading me?” Anne screamed in her sleep. “Do NOT touch her!” 

The tired blonde restricted the girl’s limbs before shaking her violently. Anne jolted up from her nightmare, the two queens crashing heads. 

“Anne, honey. You’re in the twenty-first century with all of the queens. You’re safe,” Jane tried to soothe her but to no avail. 

“No- no! You’re wrong! You’re dead!” Anne squeaked out between sobs. Jane wrapped the girl in her arms, instructing her breathing. Slowly, the green queen’s breathing began to level out, and she turned to look at Jane. 

Blood. 

“Oh my God! Jane, Jane y-you’re bleeding!” Anne’s breathing began to quicken again.

“Sweetheart, it’s fine. It’s nothing I can’t fix. But you need to-” But Jane hadn’t been able to see herself. Unbeknownst to her, her nose was still pouring blood. There was blood all down her face at this point, and it was starting to drip down her neck. 

“Jane! Oh my- Oh my God! Jane!” Anne just continued to shriek. A few seconds later, Anne’s door flung open, revealing what looked to be like a very stressed out Kat running to Anne and engulfing her in a hug. 

“Just get out. Haven’t you done enough tonight?” The iciness in Kat’s voice pierced straight through Jane’s heart of stone. 

Jane was stunned to say the least. Kat, her Kat, never spoke to anyone like that. Before the tears that had welled up in her eyes had time to fall, she bolted out of the room whispering her apologies. 

The blonde, and now bloody, queen quietly padded into the bathroom and glanced at herself in the mirror. She understood why Anne had begun to freak out. Blood always reminded her of the past. 

Quickly and quietly getting the blood to stop flowing, she cleaned herself up and got a better look at her nose- it was already bruising. Surely, she was going to have to make a doctor’s appointment just to ensure that nothing was broken. Now that her mind was on her nose, she noticed that it was throbbing. It hurt more than she had realized. 

“Oh dear lord...” Jane muttered to herself. No wonder Anne had flipped out. The queen made her way to her room as quietly as possible and had barely shut the door before she slunk down to the floor and broke down in sobs. 

“Why am I never enough?” She cried, looking up at the sky. “What have I done wrong in this life that I deserve to feel like this?” 

Eventually, she picked herself up, seating herself at the desk she had gotten. Jane wasn’t usually one to write, but she knew she had to get all of her feelings out. Picking up a pen with her shaky hand, she began to write. 

Why am I never, ever good enough? I walked through my last life feeling like I was never good enough, and when I finally did the one thing I’ve ever done right, I had to die. I gave birth to the one legitimate son for Henry, and I wasn’t even able to be there to see him grow. I couldn’t even be a mother to my son. That’s the biggest failure of all. And from what I’ve read, he didn’t even live to see what his life would turn out to be before he joined me among the dead. 

And then why the hell heck was I chosen to be reincarnated? I understand why the rest of them were. Aragon is so outspoken and graceful. She’s teaching all of the young girls and women in our audiences every night to use their voices. Anne is a ball of light, even if she does cause trouble once in a while- but the world needs Anne Boleyn and all of her spunk. Anna is teaching all of our audiences to be unapologetic for being themselves. Kat needs her story told, and she’s the only one who can do it justice. And Cathy is the one who was able to put all of our stories together. I mean, for heaven’s sake, she wrote our dialogue for the show! But me? Why? I was the boring and devoted wife. I did nothing except die. From what I’ve read, in my reign, I never even said one thing that anybody bothered to write down to remember. It’s almost as if- if I wasn’t H- his wife, it’s like I wouldn’t have even existed. 

All of the queens have adapted to this strange modern world we’re living in. Even Aragon has come to understand most things. And I- for the life of me- can’t even turn on the television or the computer without having to ask Katherine for help. Gosh, she probably gets so annoyed that I can’t do anything in this modern world right. Although, I suppose it makes sense right? Since I couldn’t do anything right in my last life either. Funny how that worked out.

Jane laughed bitterly at what she had written. She didn’t even bother to wipe her tears. They flowed freely onto the paper, smudging what she had written. That didn’t stop her from continuing to write.

Jesus Christ Jane. You can’t even write a paper without messing it and smudging everything because you can’t do anything right. 

Tonight was one of the worst shows that we, as a group, have collectively put on. Everybody got hit hard with emotion tonight, making some awkward silences at the parts where we were supposed to get laughs. I barely even got through “Heart of Stone”. I mean what was I meant to do? 

It only got worse as the night went on. Talking with the moms of the group definitely helped at first, but when I called it a night, I saw Catherine’s face drop. She wanted to keep talking, and of course I ended it. Then I didn’t clean the mugs like I should have. I’ll just have to get up early tomorrow to do them I guess. And then Kat happened. And then Anna. She’s never pushed me out of her room. And then Anne. I caused poor Bo to panic because I didn’t think. And gosh- my nose. IT HURTS. 

But what really broke me was Kat. Katherine. I have never seen or heard her so- harsh before. My Kitty. I can’t believe I caused that. As if my waking her up wasn’t enough, she has to handle Anne now while I sit here pathetically writing this note. (*Reminder: rip this to shreds. Burn it. Do not let anyone else see this. They’ll only think I’m more pathetic than they already do.) The way she stormed away. I mean, Kat has gotten upset with me before, but never mad. And when she walked into Anne’s room, the way she asked me “Haven’t you done enough tonight?”. 

I doubt any of the queens know this, but I would quite literally go through everything I did all those years ago to ensure that they were happy, healthy, and safe. I spend every waking minute of this life trying to protect them, and give them everything that they deserve in this world, and yet it still isn’t enough. What am I supposed to do at this point? I’m not even quite sure. 

The woman set down the pen, and read back what she wrote. Pathetic, she thought. 

Jane cried herself to sleep that night.

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[hermionemonica]

Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 12

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <- 11 | 12 | 13 ->

Day 12 — Kwami Swap

“Good evening, Chat Noir,” Ladybug got up to her feet, “Are you ready for patrol?”

“Actually,” he scratched his neck, “can I talk to you about something?”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Is something wrong?”

“No no!” He waved his hands wildly in an attempt to emphasize the “no". “It's just,” he hesitated, “I have a favor to ask.”

“Yes?”

“I had a conversation with my kwami earlier today, and he had some grievances.” Adrien cared for Plagg, he really did, but that did not change that this was probably going to be a very awkward conversation. “Plagg thinks that it is unfair that Tikki gets to spend time with the other kwamis but he cannot meet his friends from the miracle box.”

Ladybug had never really thought about it. But now that she did, she could sympathise with the poor kwami. “So,” her voice was softer, gentler, “does Plagg want to stay with me for a while?”

“Actually, as a matter of fact, he had a better plan.”

“And what is that?”

“A kwami swap.”

“What?”

“I mean,” Chat was clearly nervous, “You and I swap kwamis for a few days. Plagg goes with you, and Tikki comes with me. That way, we won't be inconvenienced in case of an akuma attack.”

That was a pretty smart idea actually. “I’m ready.”

“You are?” He had not expected it to be this easy.

“Yes.” She replied easily. “I know I would be lonely if I were separated from my friends for so long. Besides,” she went on, “I think it will be a good opportunity for us to get accustomed to each other's powers, in case of another Reflekdoll situation.”

“You always think of everything, m' lady,” Chat smirked. “That is why I love you so much.”

She responded with a giggle and a blush. “So, is it okay for you tonight?”

“What?”

“The kwami swap. Is it okay for you tonight?”

“Oh. Yes, yes. Perfectly fine.”

Ladybug looked around. “That chimney,” she pointed at a nearby roof. “You take the right and I'll go left.”

“Aye-aye.”

They swung and vaulted over, and took positions.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“No peeking okay?”

“Your word is my command, m' lady.”

“Detransformation!” They called out together.

Marinette held a little conversation with her kwami on her side of the chimney.

“Will you be okay, Tikki?” Ladybug whispered.

“Don't worry about me!” Tikki reassured her. “You have fun with Plagg!”

“Alright,” she smiled as her kwami hugged her cheek. “See you in a week. And make sure Chat behaves himself.”

“I can totally hear you, by the way.” A voice floated over from the other side of the chimney.

“Haha, sorry.” Marinette stuck out her tongue.

Without looking out from behind the chimney, both of them placed their Miraculous on the side and picked up the other's.

“Transforme moi!”

“Looking good, m' lady!” Mister Bug winked at her as she emerged.

“You don't look so bad either, m' Lord!” Lady Noire teased back.

It was so not fair that she could still make his heart race like that!

“So, patrol?” She suggested.

“Actually,” he took a glance at his yo-yo phone. “I think it's going to be okay tonight. And it's late anyway.”

Lady Noire knew what he was getting late for. To be honest, she wasn't very eager either to cut off on those times. “Alright then,” she announced, “let's call it a night.”

“Thank you m' lady.” Mister Bug did a salute. “Oh, and don't let Plagg give you much trouble!”

“Don't worry, we are going to have a lot of fun!”

“Hey, don't trust that little imp!”

“Don't you badmouth that cute kitty!”

“Fine.” He shrugged. “Tell me after a week.”

 *

 “Good evening Princess!” Mister Bug announced as he swung up onto Marinette's balcony.

“Hello Chat Noir,” Marinette rested her elbows on the railing behind her, “I see you are Mister Bug today, huh?”

“How did you recognize me?” he exclaimed.

“Uh- you know Alya, the ladyblogger, my best friend?” Marinette diverted her gaze in nervousness. “She was the one who told me!”

“Huh, that makes sense.” His shoulders drooped. Did he sound disappointed? “And I was thinking I would give you a nice little surprise.”

Oh, so that was the thing. “Poor boy,” she pouted playfully, “Don’t be sad! You did surprise me! I mean, I have never seen Mister Bug up close!”

“You're right!” His features immediately lightened up, making Marinette feel happy too. “So do you like it?” He spun around and flexed and struck half a dozen poses in front of her. “Don't my abs look great in this suit?”

Not that she had not noticed it already, but now it was kinda difficult to tear her gaze away from there. She knew Chat Noir was pretty ripped, having slept in the same bed as her for quite some time now. But she could not deny that the lighter colours and the spots accentuated his physique much better.

“What is the matter Princess?” Mister Bug stepped forward and leaned down so they stood almost nose to nose. With a nasty smirk, he went on, “Did I put you on the spot with that?” 

No Marinette, get a hold of yourself! You are not attracted to him!

“That's okay,” she put her finger on her nose and gently pushed his face away. Then ruffling his hair a bit, she said with a smirk, “I prefer you in leather anyway.” With that, she marched down the skylight, hoping he would not hear how fast her heart was beating.

Mister Bug stood there, frozen in his spot. He could feel his cheeks were on fire. What did she just say?

He slowly climbed down through the skylight. “Did you just-" 

“-quote Frozen 2 to you?” Marinette hurriedly finished for him. “Yeah.”

“Right, right. That’s exactly what I was going to say.” That was so not what he was going to say.

They both stood in silence six feet apart for a few minutes, until Marinette decided she had had enough. “So, no purrs tonight?” she cooed.

That did seem to work in relieving the tension considerably. “I’m afraid not, my Princess.” He closed his eyes and called for his detransformation. Marinette saw that he was wearing the black cat hoodie and mask. “But I will always be Chat Noir to you.”

You will always be Chat Noir to me.

Marinette felt her knees wobble as icy blue flashed in front of her eyes. Fortunately, Chat was right there to catch her. 

“Hey Mari, are you alright?”

“Yeah, it’s- I’m just a little tired.”

“Let’s go to bed then, okay?” He picked her up in his arms. Marinette loved his smell. She leaned against his chest.

“Hey Chat Noir?”

Chat Noir turned his head to look into her eyes. “Yes?”

Green. Emerald green eyes. Not blue.

“Nothing.”

His brows furrowed up for a moment before his lips broke into a warm smile. “You’re acting off. Let’s get you to bed.”

As they lay side by side on the bed, Marinette lifted herself up on one side, resting her head on her elbow. “So, what’s with the change?”

Chat was lying on his back. “Oh,” he said, “it was just a little thing me and Ladybug came up with.” Suddenly his eyes lit up. “Hey, you haven’t met Tikki, have you?”

She had done more than just met her, but of course Chat didn’t need to know that. “Is that your kwami?”

“Yes!” Chat sat up. “And she is the cutest little thing ever, you have to meet her!”

“Sure, why not.”

“Hey Tikki,” he called out, “are you asleep?”

“Is anything wrong, Mister Bug?” she emerged from the headboard.

“No everything’s fine,” Chat assured her, “I just wanted you to meet my friend.”

Tikki twirled around in the air to face Marinette.

“Marinette, this is Tikki, the kwami of creation.” He made the introductions.

“Hello Marinette.” Tikki smiled at her.

“And Tikki, this is Marinette, and I’m sure you’ll love her because she is also a goddess of creation.”

“Chat!”

“It’s not wrong!” He laughed. Marinette rolled her eyes and turned back to Tikki.

“Nice to meet you, Tikki.” Marinette opened her palm so that Tikki could rest on it. She used her other hand to tickle her belly which made her giggle. “You are cute.”

She turned to look at Chat and just caught a fraction of a second of what she assumed was him staring at her lovingly. He looked away almost as soon as she looked, but from his flustered expression she could guess that she wasn’t wrong. A light pink colour came to her cheeks at the thought.

“It’s late,” Tikki spoke up, “I think we should all get some sleep.”

“You are right, Tikki,” Chat agreed. The little kwami floated over to Chat Noir to hug his nose, before floating back to her (usual) perch on the headboard.

“Come on, Princess,” he spread his arms, “I may not have purrs, but I have cuddly arms!”

“Silly cat,” Marinette giggled, but she was not turning down the invitation.

“You know,” she murmured as she rested her head on his chest, “you look kinda hot wearing those ear-rings.”

“H-hot?” Chat Noir squeaked. “Did you just say hot?”

“Good night kitty-cat!” Marinette buried her chest in the folds of his shirt as she smiled to herself. She loved making her Chat Noir flustered like that.

Her Chat Noir. She liked the sound of that.

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