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24 HOURS - CHAPTER 2

[Alpha!Reader X Omega!Kiba]

Summary: Having finished your 24 hour cycle with Neji, you were feeling optimistic about this whole drug induced hallucination/trip to the future. Although if yesterday felt a bit like a rollercoaster, today felt like free falling from a plane. GN!Alpha!Reader x Multi

Warnings: Talks of murder, some nudity. Nothing worse than the show, I think.

(Chapter 2 is finally out!! Woohoo!! Enjoy~ @omeganronpa)

Word count: 6.4k

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Unfortunately, the peaceful wake up from yesterday (did it even count as yesterday if it was an alternate timeline?) with the slow opening of eyes and returning to consciousness in a bed with the softest bedsheets you could imagine, didn’t want to make another appearance.

No, with this 24-hour cycle, the tone was set immediately when some kind of gremlin child jumped on you, crushing all the air out of your chest and abruptly rocketing you into consciousness.

You let out a little oof sound as you sat up, bedding falling around you. Automatically, you reached under your pillow for a kunai, but you were glad to find yourself empty handed when the face of a small child swam into clear view.

It took a few moments to realise what was happening, brief memories of cuddling with Neji lingering. The phrase you’d heard too many times decided to ring around your head again.

“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”

‘Yes, thank you, I’ve got it,’ you snapped inside your head, mentally waving the message away.

“Appa! It’s time to wake up!” the little boy on your lap demanded, little arms crossed seriously.

Belatedly, you realised there was a second child, who immediately started bouncing on your legs, clearly unimpressed by your dazed look. They looked about the same age, five or six years old, probably twins.

Your twins, you realised with a terrifying stomach lurch. Wasn’t that a weird thought?

“Oma told us to come get you,” the little girl said proudly, clearly happy with the responsibility or perhaps she just found glee in assaulting people awake. By the massive grin on her face, you had a sneaking suspicion that it was the second one. You also had a sneaking suspicion that the two familiar red markings on each of the twins’ cheeks gave away which one of your omega friends you were going to be spending the next 24-hour cycle with.

“Alright,” you said, trying to gain your bearings. “Go back to oma, I’ll be through in a moment.”

The twins bounced on you a few more times before running out of the room, shouting something to their not-so-mysterious oma and thankfully leaving you alone to gather your thoughts.

Right. You were in the second 24-hour cycle and along with a partner, you appeared to also have twin pups. That put extra pressure on you not to fuck this up.

Putting the pups to the side for a moment for your own sanity, you focused on the issue at hand: had you really hooked up with Kiba? He wouldn’t have been one of the people you expected to show up in this weird hallucination/trip to the future. Then again, neither had Neji.

Although now you were thinking about it, you could see it. He’d definitely been a feral child, but he’d really mellowed out over the past couple of years, from what you’d been able to see anyway. He’d bulked out, chilled out and he had a cute dog. Maybe himbos with dogs were your type and you just didn’t know it yet.

Theorising over your own romantic type completed, you got up before a second wake up call was sent and donned the dressing gown that was draped over the edge of your side of the bed.

The room itself had an incredibly different vibe to the room you’d fallen asleep in. If Neji preferred traditional minimalism and organisation, Kiba clearly preferred chaos. It was absolutely filled with things, kids’ toys, stacks of boxes, an overflowing wash bin and a large crib in the corner of the room.

Your heart jumped as you realised what you were looking at. Was there a baby?! Would you be expected to tend to the baby and take it through with you? Would forgetting the baby be an immediate red flag that you weren’t who you said you were?

No, stop, deep breaths. You didn’t even know if there was a baby in the crib yet because of the blanket covering the side you could see.

Slowly, you approached the crib, fingers crossed that it was empty. Five-year-old twins you could deal with, but an infant would quickly expose your lack of knowledge over parenting. You peeked over the top and were incredibly relieved to see that the crib was both empty and lacking a base, so presumably not currently in use. Thank kami for that.

Bullet dodged, you went to the door, stopping only for a moment to take a look at yourself in the mirror. You looked about the same age as yesterday’s version of you, but where you and Neji appeared interested in pups but waiting for the right moment, you and Kiba clearly didn’t agree with such methods.

“Appa!” a voice shouted from the other room.

Right, you had to go.

You followed the sound of voices and sizzling pans downstairs, but with each step, dread began to grow in your stomach. The number of voices you were hearing sounded like Kiba plus three others. Did you really have three pups? Already?

No, you figured out as you rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. You didn’t have three pups, you had four pups.

The room you had walked into was open plan, with the kitchen, dining table and living room all being visible from where you stood at the bottom of the stairs. The ‘décor’ from the bedroom had been carried through to the rest of the house. There were dog toys and children’s toys mingled into a combined pile from which you couldn’t differentiate which was which, piles of books, even a box of what looked like miscellaneous weapons that appeared to have been placed at the very specific height of ‘the twins can’t reach’.

The boy in the kitchen, perhaps about nine or so, was stirring something on the counter, standing on a little stool so that he could reach. The man beside him was definitely, 100% Kiba, who was tending to a frying pan on the hob.

There was also a girl sitting in the living room, who looked just a tad younger than the boy, head buried in a thick book that she was halfway through. She had a larger than you remembered Akamaru cuddled up on her lap.

And of course, the twins you had met earlier were performing some kind of horrendous duet under the dining room table, a bottle of shampoo and a hairbrush acting as stand in microphones. Despite yours and Kiba’s obvious disregard for contraception, you were at least glad for the foresight not to provide them with real microphones.

You had four pups. Four.

Actually, scratch that, because as Kiba turned towards you, the wolfish grin he was known for on his face, he revealed his massive tummy.

Four and another one on the way… Hence the empty crib, you mind helpfully supplied.

Is this the version of your life where you go crazy from the loneliness and make it your sole goal in life to never be alone ever again?

“Babe,” Kiba grinned at you. He was wearing pyjamas too, like all the kids. At least you fit in. “I didn’t realise you were so wiped out from your mission, you’re normally up way before now!”

Before you could process that and think of a generic reply, Kiba walked towards you in big strides and grabbed your face, slamming his lips against your eagerly.

It was nothing like the comparatively innocent kiss you’d shared with Neji last night, no, this was passionate and fiery, the kind of kiss where no one’s tongue remained where it was supposed to.

The kiss stole all the oxygen from your lungs and all the thoughts from your brain. Kiba was incredibly warm under your touch. In fact, everything was warm. The vibes of the whole house were warm. You decided then and there, with Kiba’s tongue down your throat, that you’d rather had a warm but messy home over your boring, standard issue shinobi flat any day.

When he pulled away, you were left stunned, the only working brain cell you had left was desperately trying to keep you from actively drooling.

“Oma,” the oldest boy interrupted, knocking you back to reality. You looked over and the boy had moved his little stool and was now tending the pan that Kiba had a minute ago. “Breakfast is burning.”

…

You had somehow survived long enough to sit down and eat, even though it had been awkward attempting to find the cutlery draw and challenging to remove the twins (Your twins! How bizarre!) from under the table.

Other than that, though, you had to admire how smoothly Kiba pulled it off. You couldn’t imagine serving four pups breakfast every day was easy, but the twins were happily gobbling up their cereal, the older girl had sandwiches with the crusts cut off and the older boy had the same cooked breakfast that you and Kiba had. (Akamaru had a mix of dog and human food in his bowl which sat at the side of the table, of course.)

It hit you suddenly, amongst the chatter, that you were at a family breakfast. How long had it been since you had one of those?

It hadn’t occurred to you that this 24-hour hallucination/trip to the future could include pups, but in hindsight you should have probably considered it. It wasn’t bad, it was just… more pressure not to screw it up.

Like, you should presumably parent them, but you didn’t really know how. You watched as the twin girl obviously geared up to flick a piece of cereal at her older brother, unsure how to stop it.

“Akemi, eat your cereal, don’t throw it on Minoru,” Kiba said absently, throwing a piece of meat from his plate to Akamaru. Right, the girl twin was called Akemi and the eldest was Minoru. You definitely needed to remember that.

“I wasn’t doing anything!” the girl denied, pointing it at her twin. “It was Kaito! You’re getting us confused.”

“It was not me!” Kaito squawked indignantly. Okay, the male twin was Kaito. You just needed the elder daughter’s name, the one with the book, but she’d brought said book to the table and didn’t seem much interested in joining the conversation. Ah, scratch that, her bookmark had her name on it: Ichika.

So, it was Minoru, Ichika, Akemi and Kaito. Got it.

“I literally watched you, Akemi.”

“Did you though?” she grinned a grin very similar to her oma’s. “Can you prove it?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you little monster,” he ruffled her hair as she giggled. “Eat your cereal before I donate it to Akamaru.”

You also took Kiba’s advice and turned to your own food. It was different than Neji’s cooking, but definitely not bad. It felt hearty, like the kind of food you’d eat on return from a mission. Neji’s food was traditional and much lighter.

As far as which was better, free food was free food. If someone had lovingly cooked you breakfast, you weren’t going to start ranking it against other breakfasts. That would be rude.

It was only after you’d almost cleared your plate that you noticed that Kiba had barely touched his food and seemed to be playing with it more than anything, cutting it up and pushing it around to create the allusion that he was eating.

Kiba ‘I once challenged Naruto to a ramen eating contest, ate twelve bowls and then threw up in a hedge’ Inuzuka wasn’t eating his breakfast. How strange.

Kiba looked up at that moment and noticed you looking at him. He playfully kicked your foot under the table, clearly well practiced in its exact location, and mouthed ‘morning sickness’ at you. You winced in sympathy, figuring that morning sickness this late in the pregnancy was super unfortunate. He did look a little queasy now that you focused on him and his muscular arms, no that wasn’t helpful brain, stop it, but the second Minoru looked up at him, his grin was back in place as though nothing had ever been wrong.

He was hiding that he was feeling unwell from the pups for some reason. Automatically, you thought that he should get scented by his alpha, something which reduces morning sickness for pregnant omegas, only to belatedly realise that you were his alpha and you would have to be the one to scent him. You blushed red and tried to hide your face by taking a long drink from your glass. Yes, technically you had Kiba’s tongue in your mouth not long ago but scenting just felt a lot more… intimate. You started to imagine it for a moment but quickly had to stop lest an awkward problem arise, and you taint the memory of this delightful family breakfast.

“Appa, how did the baby get in oma’s tummy? Did he eat it?” Kaito suddenly asked, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

Just as you were starting to relax.

“Ah, well, you see,” you started, looking to Kiba for help. Like the arsehole he was, he simply snorted and said nothing. You had no idea what you’d told the pups already. They were only five, so they didn’t need details, but did you lie to pups this age about sex? “There’s a special thing that adult couple can do if they love each other very much, and sometimes that ends up in a baby growing.”

Kaito squinted his eyes at you for a moment.

“Adult things? Like alcohol and kissing?”

“Yes!” you agreed immediately, happy to put this behind you as fast as possible. “Exactly like alcohol and kissing, it’s super gross.”

Kiba lost it, cackling at full volume and setting off everyone at the table, even though most of them didn’t get the joke.

“Super gross,” Kiba agreed. “But only if you do it right.”

“Kiba!”

The rest of breakfast thankfully passed quickly and painlessly. You spent most of your time observing Kiba as that was what you were technically here for after all. He was a very attentive oma, you had to admit. He wiped faces, cracked jokes, cut up food and cleaned up spills, all while heavily pregnant and feeling sick. He had matured a lot from the young man you knew, but his personality was still there, shining brightly underneath the responsible actions. Sometimes it burnt brighter than others, like when he got into a rock, paper, scissors fight with Minoru over the last slice of toast and defeat him with tickles instead of rock, paper, scissors, only to give the last piece to Minoru anyway.

It was so nice to have breakfast with a group of people for once, especially people that loved you.

…

After breakfast, everyone had dressed and the pups had taken off to play outside and make the most of the summer weather, although Minoru had needed a little convincing to leave Kiba to do the chores while pregnant, only leaving when you had double pinkie promised to do most of it.

(“It’s summer!” Kiba had said. “We can handle the cleaning, go have some fun!”)

When the backdoor swung shut behind the last pup, Kiba let out a sigh of relief, immediately leaning against the kitchen counter and bringing a hand to rub his face. His whole demeanour changed completely in an instant.

“Are you alright?” you asked, moving over to him. “Still feeling sick?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I can’t wait for this morning sickness thing to fuck off, I can’t believe I’ve had it for like eight months.”

He sent a weak grin that was interrupted by a wince. It hurt to see your friend/mate in pain, so you opened your arms, offering him a hug in the hopes it’d make him feel better. He accepted enthusiastically, and although his bump made things a little difficult, he plastered himself to you as best as he could, nosing at the scent gland on your neck in a way that felt unfamiliar and ticklish, but not unpleasant.

As the nosing got more and more aggressive, you belatedly realised that he needed your scent to calm his nausea and you were just standing there doing nothing. Panicking at the thought of him thinking you were withholding help on purpose, you immediately unleashed a little bit too much of your scent.

Thankfully, Kiba didn’t seem to mind being metaphorically smacked in the face with a wall of your scent. He relaxed against you, still so warm, ridiculously warm in fact. Were all Inuzuka this warm or just Kiba?

“Thanks,” Kiba muttered against you, a powerful purr emitting from his chest as presumably his nausea subsided. “The last three pregnancies were nowhere this bad, but I guess one out of four isn’t bad odds.”

You laughed a little.

“I know some parents who would kill for odds like that, although I don’t know many that make it all the way to four.”

You felt his grin against your neck seconds before his teeth followed. You jumped a little at the affectionate bite.

“It’s annoying trying to hide it too,” Kiba continued after he’d removed his teeth from your flesh. “But Minoru has been so freaked out since he had that sex ed class at school. He’s convinced I’m gonna just drop dead the moment I go into labour, and I don’t want to stress him out more by making him think I’m sick.”

Ah, that was why he’d been hiding it.

“I thought he’d calm down once I explained that Inuzuka are built differently, that we’re safe when we give birth, but he’s still on edge and I think that’s what’s causing his nightmares, too. I just don’t want him to feel responsible for me or worried that my pregnancy is a ticking time bomb that ends in my death, y’know?”

“You really care about them a lot,” you said before your filter could stop you.

Kiba pulled out of your embrace and gave you a weird look. You flushed as you realised what you’d said and rushed to explain yourself. Kiba cut you off with a barking laugh, sounding a little like Akamaru.

“You mean my pups?” he asked playfully. “My pack? I care about them more than anything in this entire world and I’ll kill anyone who ever touches any of you, that’s a promise.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have found his promise of violence so hot, but you definitely did. If he said these sorts of things often, you could understand why you had so many pups now. And you’d spent all evening yesterday cuddling with Neji, so you didn’t even have the ‘lonely’ excuse to justify getting all hot and bothered.

“Ugh,” Kiba groaned, looking around the room and killing the mood immediately. “I know we promised that we’d clean yesterday, but do we have to?”

You snorted despite yourself, something which Kiba too offense to if the growl and the punch on the arm you received was anything to go by.

“Take a look around and you tell me,” you teased him, gesturing to a pile of dog treats that looked like they’d been co opted to play Jenga with.

“Fine,” he huffed. “But I have to keep stocking the birthing nest, so you can handle in here. Bye!”

“Wha-“

He was already gone before you could protest, his laughter echoing down as he darted up the stairs, too nimbly for someone that pregnant.

You shook your head, amused. Oh well, it would probably be good to have some alone time to clean and sort out your thoughts. A lot had happened over the last two hours after all.

…

About an hour and a half of cleaning later, four pairs of human feet and four dog feet came running back into the house, tracking mud over the thankfully not yet cleaned floor.

“Don’t run in the house,” you half-heartedly chastised, figuring that sounded like something a responsible parent would say.

“My idea is better!” Akemi said, ignoring you completely. “Yours is annoying!”

“No! Pillow fights are way better than lame movies! We watch movies all the time!” Kaito argued back.

They both turned to you simultaneously, fisting onto the bottom of your shirt, one standing on each side.

“Appa!” they both demanded. “Tell her/him my idea is better!”

You blinked at both of them, brain stalling, but you were distracted as you caught Ichika wincing at the shouting and covering her ears with her hands. You frowned in concern. You had noticed that she was a quieter pup that preferred books to people; she was probably at the end of her ‘chaos tether’ after an hour in the garden with the screeching twins.

“Alright,” you said, holding up a hand to stop the twins from making their respective cases for the afternoon entertainment. “Let’s keep the noise down a little, okay?”

Kaito opened his mouth to argue, but Kiba, who had just come to the bottom of the stairs interrupted him.

“There will be no pillow fights or movies right now, because you’re all covered in mud, so it’s bath time.”

“Oma!” they whined, letting go of your shirt and running to him instead. “There’s not that much mud! You’re unfair!”

Kiba only laughed at them.

“Right! You two first then, just for that, go upstairs.”

Minoru rolled his eyes at their actions and went into the kitchen and started cutting up some fruit as a snack before his bath. Ichika was sitting on the armchair now, but she still had her hands over her ears and her eyes shut. You could only imagine the noise that would come from bathing the twins, and you weren’t sure she’d appreciate it, even if the noise was muted and coming from upstairs.

“Babe,” the pet name slipped out without your permission but you pointedly ignored your blush and carried on. “Are you okay to handle bathing the twins alone? I think I need to take Ichika out for some quiet time.”

You watched as Kiba’s eyes dart over to her and his face softened.

“Of course, I can handle the twins,” he agreed. “They’ve got nothing on the kind of terror I was at bath time when I was their age, I’ve got this. Come on you two! March! Bathroom!”

“Can Akamaru come?” Kaito asked.

“No, he won’t fit in with both of you little gremlins, unless you’d rather get hosed down in the garden with Akamaru instead? We can do that.”

You quietly approached Ichika as the protests and arguments over having Akamaru join the twins in the bath continued behind you.

“Let’s go outside for a minute, sweetie,” you whispered, offering a hand that she quickly took.

“What if Akamaru just sat on the toilet, then can he come for bath time?”

You led her out the back door, the debate inside fading away as the door shut behind you. The garden was exactly as you’d expected it to be, a big open grass space for the human and canine pups to run around in, a little paddling pool in the corner, dog and children’s play balls littered around, a hose that was definitely part of the reason for the mud, a climbing frame and a casual seating and BBQ area at the very back. As you took in a deep breath of the Konoha summer air, you imagined the days you must spend out here, cooking food, laughing, maybe Kiba or your team and any of their pups would be there too, splashing around in the paddling pool or playing football.

You imagined all the details. The outfits, the food, the jokes, the little table at the back of the seating area that was definitely for alcohol. It was weirdly emotional to imagine being a part of that. Shino and Hinata would definitely come, as would Naruto, Sai and Sakura, you’d have to drag Sasuke of course, but that would be part of the fun. How many pups would you have between you all? If you and Kiba had five, there would probably be at least 8-10 pups in attendance.

It would be fun. But now, that seating area was going to be used for a different purpose. You led Ichika to one of the sofas and sat her down, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You imagined that she was probably somewhere between lonely from the lack of attention today and also overstimulated, so you decided against speaking and instead just held her to your side. It felt strangely natural considering she was basically a stranger to you, but you had instincts on your side. Regardless of your rational mind, your base line instincts knew she was yours and that you had to protect her and make sure she was okay. You were her appa for the next few hours and it was your job to make the hurt all better.

‘Was she even a real child though?’ you thought suddenly. She felt real under your arm, she breathed, she snuggled into you like a real child, she lowered her hands from her ears as she relaxed, just like a real child. But you hadn’t technically made the decisions that would make her yet and maybe you never would.

You pushed those thoughts down with a shake of your head. It didn’t matter because she was real now, the way she fisted her hand in your shirt was real and how she purred as you scratched the back of her neck was real. Even if she ceased to exist tomorrow, her pain and comfort mattered because she mattered, existentialism would help no one.

At that moment, she climbed properly onto your lap and buried her little head into your chest, the tiny pup purrs automatically forcing purrs from you in response. This was your pup, your instincts screamed, comfort her, love her.

You still didn’t speak, wanting to wait for her to do so first, but with this new angle, you could stroke her hair. The weight and warmth of her in your lap soothed your frayed instincts, but it wasn’t enough to calm your negative thoughts.

If you didn’t go for this life, you would never see Ichika again, or Minoru or Kaito or Akemi. They would simply cease to exist at some point tonight. Kiba would be there, and maybe he’d find someone else to give him these pups, but it wouldn’t be the same.

Ha, this 24-hour thing was more emotionally draining than you thought it’d be. It was physically draining too, being a parent of four and a partner to someone heavily pregnant. There would be many occasions, if you chose this life, where one child needed special attention at the expense of spending time with the others, just like now. It would be a massive responsibility having this many pups. Could you handle it? If you chose this life, could you be good enough for these pups, because they deserved nothing but the best parent.

Was the ‘full house’ style family even something you wanted? You thought for a minute, and while the version of you a couple of days ago would have probably shied away from such a thing, you could see it now, after living it for a bit. The laughter and the cuddles were constant and there wasn’t a second where your home wasn’t filled with love.

Ichika pulled away from your chest for a moment and looked up at you.

“Appy?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you read me a story tonight please?” she asked, shyly looking down. “Just me?”

You basically melted at her cuteness.

“Of course,” you agreed, despite knowing nothing about evening plans or bedtime routines. “What sort of story?”

“I like the one with the baker and the ninja solving mysteries together, it’s the yellow book on the tall shelf in my room.”

“Okay,” you agreed easily. You didn’t have to worry about choosing your future just yet, you still had more days to live. That was a problem for future you, present you needed to find that yellow book and also make sure Kiba had survived bath time with the terrible twins.

Unfortunately, you never did get to read her that story.

When the baths were done, watching a movie won the most votes for the late afternoon entertainment, so you had settled down as the time ticked on and the sky grew darker and soon it was almost time for bed.

Everyone was packing up the blankets and snack debris from the film when Kaito asked for a glass of water.

“Sure thing,” Kiba said, bopping him on the nose. “Wait here, I’ll get it.”

The room was quiet for a little while until you heard the faint sound of water droplets hitting the floor.

“Babe, can you make a clone to go and fetch my mum?”

“What?” you asked, baffled. He wanted you to get Tsume? You turned around to see Kiba standing in the Kitchen with suspiciously damp pyjama shorts and a puddle on the ground between his legs.

Your mind stalled as you realised what this meant.

“Seems like the baby finally wants to say hello.”

…

You tried desperately to keep a lid on your panic, but it was quickly boiling over despite your best efforts. Kiba was leading you towards a door in your bedroom that you’d previously assumed to be an ensuite, but it was clearly a nesting room.

His mother had just left with all your pups, overnight bags in hand, to look after them while Kiba gave birth. Poor Minoru had had a fit, demanding to stay with Kiba and crying his little heart out. In the end, Tsume had to carry him out of the door as he screamed for you and his oma. You could tell that it had put Kiba on edge, his instincts sending him mixed signals about what he should be focusing on.

So, you were trying not to upset him more by panicking. But, as he opened the door to the nesting room, you realised that you were absolutely panicking.

The nest was nice, very comfortable looking and stocked with all the supplies that you’d need, but it being nice didn’t stop you feeling like an imposter. Kiba was going to be incredibly vulnerable here and he deserved a real mate, not an imposter.

You tried to calm yourself down by remembering that this technically wasn’t real, and if it ever became real, you would be his real mate with actual helpful knowledge and experience. It didn’t help much because it certainly felt real enough to panic about, no matter what your rational mind decided.

Were you going to have to help him literally deliver the pup, you thought suddenly, heart racing. Kiba had said that Inuzuka pregnancies were different, easier, but how different? How much easier?

You stumbled into the nest after Kiba, just about managing to close the door behind you despite the mess you mind was in.

“Minoru will be fine,” Kiba said suddenly, probably misreading the cause of your panic. “He’s done this twice before and we both know I’ll be okay, and he’s got grandma there with him too.”

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you.

“You’re right,” you said, taking a deep breath and sitting beside him. Kiba needed your support here. It wasn’t about you right now.

“Then let’s get started. I want to meet the little monster that’s been beating me up from the inside for almost a year.”

You snorted, panic abating for a second as the stressful atmosphere broke. Kiba was good at that; he could change the atmosphere of a place with only a sentence.

And then Kiba started stripping, pulling off his top and throwing it off into the corner of the nest before starting on the bottoms. Oh, you should have predicted that he’d want to be naked in his birthing nest.

Strangely tough, comparative to how flustered you’d felt when Neji had pulled his shirt off in front of you, even though you only saw his back, it didn’t feel strange. I mean, you had seen Kiba almost naked a few times already, he had almost no shame after all, but the panic and the fact that this nudity was linked to childbirth killed all sexual attraction. He wasn’t there for sex; he was there to give birth and it was only natural that he be naked while he did it.

When he was completely naked, Kiba curled up on his side, breathing deeply. He needed his mate, and for the moment, that was you.

…

“You’re alright, deep breaths,” you cooed at Kiba, spooning him from behind as he winced in pain. His contractions were getting more intense now. The first few hours had mainly been spent feeding him snacks and playing board games, but things were speeding up now. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m doing this for us, for our family,” Kiba panted, squeezing your hand. “I would do anything for our pack, for you, anything.”

One thing you’d learnt this evening was that Kiba was surprisingly romantic, in his own feral kind of way. You’d also learnt that childbirth was terrifying, but you’d been trying to ignore that fact because it wasn’t helping you focus.

“Anyone who tries to hurt us will be dead,” Kiba promised, a concerning glint in his eyes. “I’ll rip their throat out with my teeth, because I chose you, because my pups are parts of me, no one will hurt them. I won’t allow it!”

You growled appreciatively at his words; they were pulling on all of your possessive instincts.

“You wouldn’t have to, because I’d kill them first.”

“Psh, as if,” Kiba disagreed, flashing his teeth at you. “Me and Akamaru would get there first obvoiusly.”

You decided to let the omega in labour win the debate for the time being. You looked at the clock and saw that it was about 01:30 in the morning. You had no idea when you’d be switching to the next 24-hour cycle because it had happened in your sleep last time. As much as you had enjoyed your day with Kiba, and your various pups, you hoped that you switched soon, before the baby decided it was time to say hello.

You sent a quick mental plea to the mysterious fortune teller, asking that the next partner be a little more chill; you were going to need a serious break after this cycle.

Kiba tugged on your hand, pulling himself and you up into a sitting position.

“You need to give me more attention, I can’t settle,” he said bluntly, staring at you. “You’re being too stiff and don’t think I didn’t notice you still wearing your clothes. Is something wrong?”

Your heart jumped. Of course, you weren’t doing as good a job as his real mate must have done, even though you were technically the same person.

“Sorry, I-“ you struggled to think of an excuse. You picked the first thing you could think of. “I’m just worried about Minoru. I feel like I need to stay clothed so I can run to him at the drop of a hat if I need to.”

Kiba’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and he nodded, he seemed to understand thankfully.

“I get that,” he said, voice surprisingly quiet. “I hated to hear him cry like that and honestly, I was close to letting him stay, but he’s with family, he’s safe and I need to feel you properly. It feels wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised sincerely. “I didn’t realise.”

“You can apologise by taking off shirt at least.”

You chuckled but agreed to take off your shirt. At this point, you were happy to do anything that could make him feel better, to make up for being a cheap knock off of the person he deserved. It didn’t feel awkward and uncomfortable, not with Kiba.

When your top half was bare, you drew him into an embrace. His skin was even warmer than earlier, and softer than you realised now that he was pressed against you properly. Kiba went limp in your arms, nosing at your scent glands and running his hands all over your back. You shivered as his fingers ran over a particularly sensitive bit. The way he traced your body was intimate and you tried to return the favour.

“That’s better,” Kiba sighed, sounding much more relaxed now. He didn’t say anything else for a while, content to nibble and lick at your neck while you held each other. Every now and then he would pull back and steal a kiss from your lips as well.

You traced little patterns and phrases over his skin, and although Kiba made no move to say the phrases out loud, you knew he was focused on them, because he would bite if you said something nice and bite harder if you said something funny or off topic, like he was playfully chastising you for teasing him.

Kiba was fun, you realised suddenly. He was fun. You had laughed all day, in fact, your cheeks hurt from smiling, wasn’t that weird.

Eventually, the patterns and phrases died down as you got lost in your own thoughts and it was over an hour later that Kiba broke the silence.

“They’re getting super close now, the contractions. Maybe two or so minutes apart. We’re nearly there.”

You were going to have to accept the fact that you may very well have to deliver this baby somehow. Maybe you should ask Kiba to run through exactly what you should do, just in case.

“Kiba, I-“ your words cut off as a blinding pain in your head stole your ability to speak.

You pulled away from Kiba as the pain spread, burning behind your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Kiba asked. His voice sounded close, but you couldn’t see him. Water, you needed water.

You crawled in the direction of the stash of water bottles, but you didn’t quite make it, collapsing as your arms gave out supporting your weight.

“Alpha?! Alpha?! What’s wrong?! What’s going on?!” Kiba’s voice was warbled and distorted to your ears, but he sounded distressed. You wanted to reassure him, but your tongue wouldn’t cooperate.

You forced your eyes open and were met with Kiba’s worried face hovering over you and a view of the clock. As the clock ticked to 03:00, everything went black.

Next chapter

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feline-bookish · 2 months

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Pairing: Lillianna Cullen/Carlisle Cullen Warning: Spice, Fluff Posting: Tumblr/AO3 Plot: Carlisle had been gone for 24 hours working overtime at the hospital. Lillianna had missed him.

Get up. Eat breakfast. Get ready for the day. Figure out what to do for the day…When Carlisle is gone to work for longer than anticipated Lillianna is left with nothing to do in the expansive Cullen house. No one is there either. The “kids” are at school and Lillianna is the only one who doesn’t have anything important to do that day.

It’s moments like this where she wishes she were a doctor just so she could go to work with Carlisle. Perhaps when he comes home she can talk to him about med school. More importantly, she can be with him at the hospital while he’s working. Why didn’t she think about this before?

Right, because emergencies aren’t planned. He hadn’t planned on staying at the hospital over time. He just had to stay for said emergency which leaves Lillianna now staying awake late at night waiting for him to come home. She felt entirely alone without him there. While there are now other vampires in the house not one of them is Carlisle. She could engage in a conversation with another vampire in the Cullen house, but she’s far too tired…and introverted.

She just wants Carlisle to come home. She is not in the family room talking to one of the other Cullens. She is in bed. She is comfortable and warm…and lacking her Carlisle. She can’t even sleep when he’s not there. It’s like she’s fully dependent on the rock-hard vampire that she can’t sleep when he isn’t there to hold her.

A few moments later she hears the sound of a door opening. It’s the garage door and she knows that means only one thing: Carlisle is back. She is quick to move to the entrance by the garage, eager to see him. “You’re home early,” she says excitedly.

Carlisle smiles and greets her by pulling her body closer to his and planting his mouth on hers in an eager kiss. Lillianna is surprised but her body melts quickly into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she reciprocates the kiss.

The kiss deepens and continues for a few more seconds before they pull away, both smiling lovingly at each other. The fact that Carlisle isn’t tired is what makes Lilianna more excited. She can see more of him. If he were human he’d be exhausted and wouldn’t be able to spend a lot of waking moments with her.

That is until he remembers that she is human and has been awake for a long time. The tired look on her face with the dark coloring under her eyes suggests so.

“You’re tired, my love,” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling into her neck. “I think you should get some sleep.”

“What about you? I’ve been waiting so long for you!”

“I know, love but you need sleep. I’ll hold you. I’m not going anywhere.”

She looks at him for a few seconds, his hand sliding through her hair playing with the tips as his fingers reach them. Her expression is defiant.

“I know I can’t tell you what to do, but would you please do it for me?” He asks, pleading as he gently tugs her hair.

Finally, she nods and before she can take a step he scoops her up in his arms and carries her down the hall. As he carries her he says, “I didn’t say you could walk.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t tell me what to do?” She retorts.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t make you do anything,” his voice is low and flirtatious, knowing it would make her blush. He gently sets her on the bed once in the bedroom and pulls the covers back, crawling under with her she scoots into his arms.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“And in love,” he adds after her. “Very much so. I missed you.”

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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@luvrsbian Here’s prompt 14 for Billy! Thank you so much for your request!! <3

Waking up in the morning

Prompt 14: “I had a really bad dream. And it seemed so real.”

Waking up without Billy lying in bed next to you has swiftly become such a rare occurrence since the two of you moved in together a few months back. Mainly, that’s because he’s hardly ever awake before you are; the man could sleep for 24 hours straight if you let him. So, it’s eerie to wake up to find the left side of your bed empty, the mattress devoid of the slight Billy-shaped indent he leaves behind on that side when he sleeps, the sheets lacking the warmth they absorb from his skin in the night. Perhaps it’s irrational, but waking up like this, without Billy by your side, causes a jolting feeling of worry to spike in your chest. That worry pulls you out of bed, even though your fatigued body would much rather stay cuddled beneath the cotton sheets.

“Billy,” you call out, your sleepy, hoarse voice echoing throughout the off-white walls of your flat. You’ve always wanted to paint those walls a different colour, maybe a light jade or a soft cornflower blue, but, unfortunately, that would be a breach of your rental agreement. So, instead, you’ve settled for hanging copious amounts of artwork and pictures on the walls using removable sticky strips.

Only now do you register the sound of your Flaming Pie vinyl playing in the other room, which currently serves as Billy’s at-home studio. You smile to yourself as you hear the murmurs of Paul McCartney’s soothing voice seep through the thin walls. Certainly, nothing too horrible or tragic is going on, not if Billy’s listening to such a soft, relaxing album, right?

You exit your room and walk the few short steps over to Billy’s art studio, gently rapping your knuckles on the open wooden doorway to alert him to your presence before crossing over the threshold.

“Billy,” you call out softly, “what’re you up to?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs nonchalantly, though his trembling tone and occasional sniffles betray his true emotions.

“Bill,” you coo as you walk over to him. Once you reach him, you gently nudge his shoulder to encourage him to turn around to face you, and when he complies, your heart breaks at the sight of the fresh tears flowing down his flushed cheeks. “Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask him, your voice soft but cracking with concern and compassion for your distressed lover.

Billy shrugs again as if trying to convince himself that whatever’s upsetting him so much isn’t truly worth all this fuss. Meanwhile, the back of his hand rubs harshly against his already red and irritated nose; it’s a tick that happens often but occurs much more frequently when he’s upset. He exhales shakily before mumbling his reply, “Had a bad dream,” as he uses the long sleeve of his henley to wipe away his tears roughly. The grey cotton fabric is abrasive against his delicate skin, turning it red with an irritated flush that matches the one on his nose.

“Oh, Billy, I’m so sorry,” you respond, the space between your brows pinched up with somber concern and your tone soft, gentle, and coloured with sympathy for your boyfriend. “How long have you been awake?” You ask him before gently kissing each of his red cheeks.

“Woke up at a quarter past three. Tried going back to sleep, but I,” Billy sighs shakily, “I couldn’t get myself calmed back down again.”

At his reply, you can’t help but let out a little sympathetic whine before asking, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Billy frowns as he replies, “You seemed so peaceful, sleeping like you were. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

You scoff at his response, though not unkindly, before telling him, “Billy, you can always wake me up, you know that. I’ve told you that before,” you remind him.

“I know,” he murmurs, sounding much like a kid who’s just been reprimanded by his mum, as his tick kicks up again. You frown at his tone; it hadn’t been your intention to scold him.

“I’m sorry, Billy,” you console him as you wrap him up in a warm hug, careful not to get any paint on you from the brush that he’s holding.

“It’s okay,” he breathes softly, tossing the paintbrush aside so that he can cling onto you the way he’s wanted to all morning.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry for being mean,” you apologize as you nuzzle your face into your boyfriend’s neck, your arms wrapped around his shoulders so you can hold him close.

“You’re not mean, dove,” Billy tuts gently, “Y’just care.”

You chuckle softly at his words as you agree, “Yeah, I do. I care so deeply about you, Billygoat.”

Billy smiles warmly at your silly nickname for him as he rubs one of his big, warm hands soothingly down your back.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” You ask him suddenly, referring to the wretched nightmare that had taken him from your bed this morning.

He shakes his head softly, the hair at the nape of his neck rustling against the collar of his henley as he does so, before replying, “No, it’s silly. It just- it seemed so real.”

“Billy,” you coo comfortingly, “baby, it’s not silly if it's upsetting you like this.”

Billy sighs, gnawing at his bottom lip and rubbing his nose again before softly confessing, “It was my dad,” he sniffles, his emotions getting the best of him, “he- erm- I was little again, and he was- he was hitting me and,” Billy pauses to hiccup, the sorrowful sound making your heart break all over again.

“It’s okay,” you whisper reassuringly as you gently pull him impossibly closer, lowering your arms to wrap around his waist and slipping your hands beneath the fabric of his shirt so that you can rub soothing circles on his back with your fingertips.

“There were all these people there, watching, but- er,” Billy pauses to exhale a quivering breath, trying to calm himself, “none of them were helping me; they were just,” he cuts himself off with a heart-wrenching sob.

“Oh, Billy,” you whisper hoarsely, feeling intense emotions claw at your throat and sting the backs of your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he sobs, letting you know that he won’t be able to finish, that it’s too hard to speak about this.

“No, no, honey. It’s okay. I’m sorry,” you protest, turning the tables on yourself, feeling incredibly guilty for making Billy feel like he had to talk to you about his nightmare when it was still clearly weighing on him so heavily.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat softly, solemnly, as you pull back just slightly to look into his beautiful, sad brown eyes. You cup his warm cheeks in your palms, soothingly caressing the skin there with your thumbs as you rise to your tippy toes so that you can place a gentle, comforting kiss on his forehead.

Evidently, Billy needs the closeness right now because he soon wraps his arms firmly around your waist and pulls you into him, gently crushing your front against his own, whimpering meekly and sniveling as he buries his head in the juncture of your neck.

“You’re okay, angel,” you reassure him as you soothingly sway the two of you from side to side in tandem with the rhythm of Little Willow.

“I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you,” you promise Billy, knowing that he needs that reassurance from you but is too hesitant ever to ask for it directly, even from you, the person who, according to him, he trusts most in the whole world.

The two of you remain like that for quite some time, wrapped up in each other and swaying gently to the music as you whisper much-needed words of comfort and consolation to your lover while he hides his face in the juncture of your neck and cries openly. Once Billy’s mighty sobs have calmed to quiet sniffles once again, you pull away just slightly so that you can look up at him once again. You flash him a warm, reassuring smile as you gently wipe away his shed tears with the soft pads of your fingers.

“I love you,” Billy murmurs as he leans forward to warmly kiss your forehead, doting a couple on your cheeks, too, for good measure. You sigh blissfully as you luxuriate in his affection.

“I love you too, Billy, so much,” you reply before pulling away and gently grabbing his warm hands, intertwining your fingers with his own as you carefully pull him towards the doorway. You chuckle softly at his confused yet still fond and delighted expression before explaining your actions by softly saying, “C’mon, big guy, let’s get you some breakfast.”

He giggles at the silly term of endearment you’ve just used as he follows you to the kitchen. As cliché as it is, Billy would follow you anywhere.

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rahleeyah · 11 months

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Hey Leah! I know I’ve been sending you a lot of asks recently, but I’ve just got one more for now 😂 I just love getting your perspective on things, and I really appreciate you taking the time to read and respond. :)

I’ve seen a little bit of discussion about it since oc 3x21 aired, but I’m still confused about Elliot wearing his wedding ring again and I was wondering if you could maybe explain what you think?

I get that it’s bc he saw Kathy’s ghost and was feeling some type of guilt coming back up, but… I don’t know, the dichotomy of his “I found it in a drawer, relax Liv it’s not that deep” response and then keeping it on through the finale is kinda throwing me.

Putting the ring back on for 3x21 makes some sense, but why is he still wearing it — especially after Liv called it out? Is it not a regression of sorts, given Liv’s “he’s somebody else’s husband,” and how she kinda views it as a big “KEEP OUT” sign? Would she not take one look at it back on his finger and assume he’s back on his grief-trauma disaster whirlwind a la ROTPS?

We ended the seasons on such positive and hopeful notes, so I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here?

This is a really interesting question!!! And one I'm not sure I have an answer for lol

Like. I don't think the show wants us to believe that Elliot continuing to wear his wedding ring was a sign that he's chosen to remain faithful to his marriage; that's at odds with his behavior and stated desires. Like you said it makes sense him putting it on immediately after the hallucination, but why keep it on?

Part of me thinks maybe it's really not that deep, maybe he had it on at first and then everything is happening so quickly he doesn't have time to go home and take it off - Liv tells him she's been awake for 24 hours, she sends everybody else home and they stay at the station and eat and then there's progress on the case, the Ohio stuff happened hella fast. Maybe it's really not that deep, and he kept it on bc they filmed some stuff out of order and it was easier just to keep it on than keep track of when he was supposed to wear it and when he wasn't.

Symbolically perhaps an argument can be made that it's about him making peace with the two halves of his life. He can wear the wedding ring and acknowledge that he cared about Kathy and still love Liv out loud at the same time. Maybe, symbolically, it's bc he's devoted to Liv, and he can't wear her ring but he can wear a ring that communicates to others that he's taken.

Maybe it's that it was comfortable. Maybe it's that it felt familiar. Maybe he's just feeling sentimental.

I don't know! I don't know if maybe they had more plans for it that were cut for time, or an idea they want to expand on next season, or if it was just a continuity thing no one was paying attention to.

And that means it's really fun to play around with

#asks #s.vu #e.o asks

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tarithenurse · 2 years

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Bookish - 1

Fandom: MCU AU Pairing: Loki x fem!reader Content: For series – pining, sugardaddy-arrangement, awkwardness, socioeconomic differences, eventually smut. For this chapter – a hint of awkwardness. A/N: I should be working on other WiPs. Or I should be sleeping my migraine awake but I’ve already slept for 24 hours so I can’t anymore. Logically you get this instead. Let me know what you think, if I should continue it. Ask or reblog for tag.

You had only arched a brow the first time he stepped into your little shop because he was a new (potential) customer. And handsome; tall and lithe with discreetly expensive clothes (a suit and vest, of all things) and long, dark hair swept back.

You were used to collectors stopping by now and then and he had seemed pleased to find a completed works of Don Quixote from 1715. It wasn’t in the greatest shape, but he seemed to derive satisfaction from the fact that it was an unofficial hundred year anniversary edition.

The next time he stopped by, you arched your brow because he didn’t seem to be looking for something in particular, merely browsing. He introduced himself as Loki Laufeyson and you knew you were supposed to recognize the name from Forbes or some other glossy magazine but frankly you were so bad at those sort of things so you decided not to let his economical status colour your behaviour towards him.

Then during the few months after that, he started becoming more forward and over time asking you random questions. Were you the owner of the antiquary bookshop? How long had you worked there? What did you do outside of that job? All sorts of questions that should have made you feel on edge, but for some reason you trusted the raven-haired man, thinking that no harm would come from admitting the truth...among other things that you were forced to have to find new work soon because the owner of the shop wanted to retire – as much as you wanted to, you had no means of buying the little business from him, let alone actually know how to run it.

You came to like the days when he stopped by more than any other days, going so far as to hope for him to make an appearance even before heading into a shift. Loki’s company was pleasant and easy, making you feel like you could be yourself around him and he too seemed to relax as he perused the old books or asked for advice on where to find special editions now that the shop would be closing.

Another month went by and it is the last day the shop is open. You are sitting by the counter with your phone out, frantically scouring the internet for jobs. Have you been too picky? Everywhere seemed to require several more years of experience than what was necessary (or possible) and you have had a hard time convincing yourself to apply even though you know that is the only way to handle those requirements.

You barely register the bell by the door.

“Quiet day?” Loki’s smooth voice interrupts your scrolling.

You put your phone away hurriedly. “Sorry. Yes.”

“No need to apologize, my dear.”

The pet name stirs something and you feel your cheeks heating up. He rummages around the shelves, knowing full well that nothing new has come in since last time because why would it when the shop is closing. He even knows that today is the last day.

“I was...” he hesitates as he comes back into full view from around the corner of a bookcase, “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“I will do my best,” you promise with a smile.

He frowns endearingly. “Well, be careful what you promise before you know what it’s about...it’s an...unconventional request.”

Something about the way he says it makes you hesitate although you can’t deny that your curiosity is piqued. “What?” you ask slowly.

Loki averts his gaze, something he’s never done before, and there’s even a slight blush powdering his pale cheeks. “Perhaps...if I may invite you out for a cup of coffee then I can explain it to you?”

“Coffee?”

“Or lunch! It’s entirely your choice!”

I shouldn’t. “Lunch. Tomorrow at one o’clock?”

“Yes,” he smiles with relief, “I know just the place but let’s meet here and we can walk...I hope that would be agreeable?”

Very. Despite the crazy endeavour you’re embarking on, a part of you is proud that you kept in mind to arrange everything to be public places. I can hear him out and if I can’t accept whatever it is, then that’s that.

Only his last comment before he leaves has you worried: “Oh and...you might want to wear a dress...not jeans at least.”

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lovingpromise · 1 month

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🎲 / carita!

Carlos rolled the dice and got... 🎲24. A Sleepy Kiss !! / still accepting

Sarita couldn’t pinpoint what exactly had stirred her. Perhaps it was the slight dip of the bed… or the soft click of the lamp resting on the nightstand next to Carlos’ side of the bed… Regardless, she cracked her eyes open and squinted, barely making out the familiar silhouette across from her within the low light of the room. His back was to her, his movements slow and gentle as she assumed he tried not to wake her. Though groggy she smiled, shifting ever so slightly to rest her head on her arm as she quietly regarded him.

She assumed that he was tired. The slump of his shoulders and the sigh that escaped his lips were easy tells. Sleep called back to her, but she pushed back the urge, instead sitting up to crawl over to his side. The movement alerted him to her, but before he could apologize or tell her to go back to sleep she leaned against his back and wrapped her arms around his chest, her head falling to rest in the crook of his neck.

She felt herself melt into him, his familiar warmth luring her into a lull. Her eyes fluttered closed. Carlos said something to her that she didn’t register, her mind too foggy from the late night hour. Instead, her senses were more focused on the rumbling of his chest as he spoke, the vibrations of his voice traveling through her hands, up her arms, and sending a tingle down her spine. She shivered.

She felt him turn to face her, effectively breaking the comfortable hold she’d had on him before reaching around her to slip their covers around her shoulders. She pouted, eyes opening a tad as she regarded him in sleepy annoyance. Too tired to form a proper sentence, she managed to let out a testy ❝ Mn, ❞ before pushing it off of her. If she were more coherent, she would have realized how childish she must have looked, but she was tired and it was late… and it wasn’t the blanket she wanted.

Pushing forward she lunged for him, knocking them both off balance and trapping him on his back. She smiled down at him, eyes hooded as she took in the contours of his face. ❝ I’ve missed you, मेरे जान, ❞ she managed to get out, brushing the tip of her nose against his own. They were both busy people, so there were some days… days like this… where they would go much too long without seeing each other. Of course, they called or texted each other when they could… but nothing beat being near him—touching him.

She ran a hand through Carlos’ hair, openly admiring him with a look so intense her more alert self would have flushed in embarrassment. If someone were to shake her awake right then and there and tell her she had been dreaming she would have believed them, because the man before her was a vision.

❝ If you want me… ❞ she kissed his forehead, ❝ ...to go back to sleep… ❞ then his nose, ❝ You will have to make me, ❞ until she reached his lips.

#loyalpromise #Დ ▫ SARITA | answered #Დ ▫ SARITA | ic #मेरे जान = Mere Jaan #which means ‘My Life’ in Hindi.#a sleepy sarita is a frisky sarita apparently

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sadfruittheatre-rp · 6 months

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6 or 8 for the diary meme

Congrats, you get both because I was bored!

06. entry made discussing travel they’ve done or hope to do.

Dear Diary,

I’ve been seeing a lot of commercials for vacation resorts and cruises lately, and I think that would make for a fun family vacation. Certainly better than a cabin in the woods. Even if Maraschi’s horrible parents weren’t there, I don’t think I’d want to do it again. Except maybe the sledding. I did enjoy that quite a lot, but I’m sure there are better places to go for that.

I think the beach looks lovely, though. It’s bright, and open, and all of the most worrisome creatures are in the water, usually well out of the depths where people are swimming. Not that any of that matters to me much, since I can’t swim, but I wouldn’t want something to eat Maraschi! Mom, I’m not terribly worried about, though. She has an aura about her that I think alone would ward off any would-be predators. I almost pity whatever poor shark decides to cross her path.

Or perhaps a cruise would be a better option? I’ve heard good things about the buffets on cruise ships. They’re open 24 hours, you know! Certainly, there’s other entertainment available as well that I would love to experience, but I think I’d want to spend at least one day simply indulging in the decadence of an all-day buffet. Then again, the idea of there being no land in any direction for miles and miles sounds like it would be incredibly suffocating after a while. Though perhaps with enough distractions, it could still be doable…? I will have to ask.

There’s a hastily added addendum at the bottom of the page:

Mom said no, it's too expensive :(

08. entry made featuring their day / night at work.

Under the cut for brevity and also Bragi yelling about gross public bathrooms lmao

Dear Diary,

I have never, EVER in my entire life, been confronted with a scene so utterly, disgustingly grisly, short of... well, a few things. But the things I had to see today, the things I had to SMELL, the things I could FEEL even with gloves on?? I showered until I ran out of hot water, and then for a long time afterwards, and I STILL don’t feel clean. My mind certainly will never feel clean again after this. Thinking about it makes me want to throw up.

You know, I try to maintain my faith in humanity. Most of the time, it’s not hard these days. But when I go to clean a restroom and I see the things I saw today, I seriously have to wonder if maybe Zamasu wasn’t at least a little right. A Zero Mortals Who Don’t Use The Restroom In A Civilized Manner And Then Just Leave It Like That Plan feels like it should be in order. The name is a bit long, certainly, but SOMETHING needs to be done! Don’t these people realize that other people have to clean that mess!? Namely ME?!? I mean, I don’t know if I’d want to actually KILL them, as tempting as that sounds right now, but they should all be put on a planet together and have them share a single restroom or something. Maybe then they’ll learn.

I have seen the worst of humanity in this restroom today, and tomorrow, no one will ever know it happened, since I cleaned it so thoroughly, but I’LL know, and I’ll never be the same, and I hope that the horrible, disgusting culprits are also haunted by the shame of what they’ve done. I hope it keeps them awake at night the way that this experience cleaning it will surely keep me.

I HATE THIS STUPID JOB!!!!

The rest of the page is filled with aimless angry scribbling.

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lakka-arts · 2 years

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Lend me a hand, you say? 👀

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips

Lend Me A Hand is the title of my upcoming modern Gerlion au >:))

It’s something I’m very excited about!! I’ve been working on it for a few months now and it’s quite a monster of a document.

Anyways, here’s now the snippet!!

In a future life, perhaps Dandelion would have been an architect, given how honest to goodness sturdy the pillow (and cushions, blankets, chairs pressed against the side of the bed, and one My Little Pony backpack crammed in there somewhere) fort was holding up.

Perhaps they were extraordinary stiff pillows that could be used as bricks, but they couldn’t be. Dandelion had slept on them before and they had done their job wonderfully. And they’re doing their job perfectly again by not falling on the princess who is slumbering away inside.

Lying on the couch was a difficult thing to do, especially when every single cushion was pulled out. He shivered as a cold draft landed upon him. There’s no more blankets left in the apartment due to the fact that they’re all the structural support for Ciri’s fort. But Dandelion has slept in worse before (and strange how those always belong to those who he slept with worse).

He pulls his knees to his chest and closes his eyes, beginning to feel all of the effects from running constantly back and forth, diving to catch a child, and then the series of mini-heart attacks he’s suffered from watching after Ciri, exhaustion overtaking him. Dandelion threw a glance at the digital clock by the TV, cursing Geralt silently for making him to math in his head as he converts the 24-hour time to 12 intervals. It was 11:38. Goodness.

The thought emerges temporarily that he should charge Geralt for this, but he quickly waves it away. He offered to babysit his kid for a reason.

At that same point, however, Dandelion did come to a realization of why so many people didn’t offer to babysit for her before, despite her angelic appearance.

Right when he’s on the edge of barely drifting, Dandelion is jolted awake again when the doorbell rings, also causing Roach to meow down the hallway. Dandelion sits up, his back complaining loudly about how utterly uncomfortable the bare couch is, but nonetheless he stumbles over to the door.

The first thing that Dandelion is met with is Geralt with bandages wrapped around his neck and a colorful Dora the Explorer band-aid slapped right on his chin that Dandelion had a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly which Wolf placed that on him.

“Oh, you’re still here,” is Geralt’s mumbled response as he stands there in the doorway, which implies some things that Dandelion would rather not think about when it comes to past babysitting experiences that Ciri has gone through. “I can leave if you so desperately desire it,” Dandelion says sarcastically but Geralt’s panicked response nearly makes him want to take it back.

“No, not at all. Unless you want to— I won’t hold it against you for that at all. But I don’t want you to go, not that I want to you here more than what you would like. Am I holding you for more than what you would like?—“

Dandelion can’t tell if he wants to kiss or punch this man. Maybe both. Perhaps he can punch his lips and offer to kiss it better. But given how sturdy Geralt is, he’s certain that it’s his fingers that are going to break first.

“I don’t mind at all. Ciri was a joy to be around,” Dandelion says honestly. As long as you ignore the knives and the dangerous acrobatics the child had gotten into. But bringing that up might prompt Geralt to feather and tar him.

“Most people don’t say that,” Geralt says as he pushes past Dandelion into his apartment, who is desperately holding back the urge to say ‘I’m not like the other girls’ right in Geralt’s face, whom he is certain would not get but it would be funny nonetheless.

“Maybe Ciri likes me more than all of the others,” Dandelion proposes. It’s a silly idea.

“I like you than all of the others,” Geralt says from the hallway closet where he’s taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. Dandelion nearly choked on his spit.

Wow, isn’t that a powerful statement for his lovesick yearning heart? He isn’t too fully sure how much longer his heart can take of this longing, this want for the silver-haired man in front of him.

“Why the fuck are all of the cushions missing?”

Oh. Right.

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Duet Across Stars and Time - FFXIV Write 2023 - Day 24: Duet (Free Day)

Spoilers for Shadowbringers and Endwalker (in-between patches for both as well) | Ao3

Halditar yawned loud, her exhale almost overtaking the gentle plucking on the strings on her lute. What was morning to most was winding down to be evening to her. Since arriving in Novrandt it had thrown her internal clock into chaos, made worse by the return of night and her habits of late. With news of a man slaying sin eaters and calling himself by her title in the Source, she took it upon herself to patrol the Lakelands at night in search of this mystery man. It ripped whatever remained of her sleep schedule to shreds.

She’d spent most of her waking hours at the end of her treks across the woods in the bar beneath the Wandering Stairs. The Crystarium never slept, but she found during these moments before dawn broke, it was at its most quiet. Her voice sailed over the stone and metal paths, softly floating from ear to ear. The only acknowledgement of her song being the occasional sway she’d see in a merchant or passerby as they walked, wrapped within her melody.

“You’re gonna put me to sleep if you keep it up with that song…” Giott yawned from the seat across the table. The dwarf was the only other person Halditar’s had met with sleeping habits, perhaps worse than her own. Often, they were each other’s only company between the hazy hours where few were awake.

“Ale benders finally slowing you down?” Halditar teased the shorter girl.

“You wish. You’re just jealous I can down more than you and still stand straight.” Giott said, as cheeky as ever, a finger tracing the rim of a half-empty cup. The moments of silence stretched on as the roegadyn (or galdjent, in this land) kept playing, her eyes closed and basking in the sound. A question broke it.

“So what’s with those words you sing? Can’t say I’ve ever heard a language like that spoken like that in all my years…” The dwarf’s ever shined with a soft curiosity. “Is that the language of you and the Exarch’s home?”

Halditar chuckled, a soft sound that rolled out easily with the warm, comforting music. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s just a bunch of nonsense I came up with when I was little. There’s not much thought, just feeling.”

That’s only part true, but to explain anymore would complicate things. She wasn’t sure how she could describe this idea, that one day rang through her whole being, clearer than crystal. It felt primordial, tied to her core. Yet it was all her own creation and hers alone, of that she was sure. Unless she taught them, no one would know the song as she did.

“Really? Could have tricked me… I’m not one for ‘poetics,’ but it really is a pretty sound. Kind of short, though.”

“Well, it’s only half done. It’s supposed to be a duet, I think, since I never figured out the other words.” Halditar’s fingers slowed over the strings, leaving more space for silence to fill. The air itself seemed to yearn for something to join the space, though it never would. As if the world knew this was a song cursed to stay incomplete. “But haven’t been able to find the other person who knows the rest. It’s fine though-”

The song’s crawl picked up once more. Though it was certainly missing something if one knew it as Giott did now (though what may be a question with no answer), it did not belie the strength the incomplete verse had. A soothing, soulful melody that conveyed strength and sadness. It would not sound out of place in a tragedy.

“I can feel them, somewhere. I look forward to meeting them. It’s a small world, it’s only a matter of time.” Her fingers slowed a last time. The song faded gracefully through the open air. She set her lute down, exhausting seeping in at the weight of her own peaceful music finally hit her.

“You know, I never believe all that schmancy bard talk. It usually sounds like a lot of bullshit to me. But when it’s you? Well, it’s hard not to believe in it.” Giott said softly and raised her cup to her towards the Warrior of Darkness. “Here’s hoping you find the bastard. When you do, you better come back and share the full song, ya hear?”

“Promise.”

The sun’s beams pierced through the glass, welcoming the day and signaling Halditar needed to sleep. She hummed the song still as she went to her room. It came as natural as breathing.

Amaurot was but a mote of light on the horizon, a sliver of gold on the vast blanket of stars above her. Even this far that felt too close, it was a blemish on the sea of rolling soft grass that waved in the wind, with gentle hills perfect to race and roll over. Somewhere above, the soft babbling of a brook carved its way through the mountain. A bird sang its nightly warble in the branches above her head, a contrast to her own song.

She had morphed and shaped her staff into a lute, but her strumming was minimal. Instead, her fingers took to the polished wood, rapping and knocking against its hollow body to create a rhythm. Her foot crunched against the stones beneath her as a beat. It’s reminiscent of the ticking of a clock, hypnotic in its own way. Most of the melody comes for her voice, strong as it echoed unto verdant plains and up the mountainside.

“Elea!”

She threw her gaze over her shoulder, surprised, but unfaltering in the crafting of her song.

“Themis,” she greeted quietly betwixt lyrics. He looked tired, hair tousled with pale skin flushed a gentle pink. The bottoms of his robes dusted with dirt as a trophy of the long journey he’d taken to reach her. “You’re quite far from home tonight.” She shifted over to make room on the rock for him.

He flustered for a moment, mouth opening and closing, eyes wide as he struggled with words. She couldn’t help but smile. He sometimes seemed caught between boyhood and manhood, still growing into the mighty role he was asked to fill. His moment of shock passed, and he joined her, overlooking the expanse before them.

“I’d say the same to you, but I know you’ve gone much farther.” She felt his gaze move between her face, her instrument, and the small golden pearl that was their city in the distance. “No one knew where you went. We thought you just disappeared. If not for the note you left, I wouldn't have known where to search…”

“I apologize for making you and the others worry.” She said. Though there was an unspoken assurance she would slip away without a word again, as she was wont to do. She couldn’t help it, when the thoughts filled her head to the point of splitting out, and she needed to escape somewhere to let them out, sort them and explore them without the weight of being ‘Azem’ coming. The needless decorum and restrictions were much too stifling for her thoughts, which often went against the grain of her fellows.

“This is where you come to think, then?” His voice was barely a whisper, eyes shining as those blue eyes saw this new angle of the world.

“No, I just found this place while wandering and thought it’d be as fine as any other destination.” Her words were plain for one of her stature. She did not use her words lightly. Her tongue was as much a tool as any other. To dull it with pointless words and muddle her meanings, she could imagine no worse action.

Perhaps that’s why the sounds falling from her tongue felt so refreshing. They were nothing but true, phonetics and morphology dancing with these ideas and feelings that resonated from all about her.

“That’s beautiful music,” her guest seemed to agree, Themis having pulled his eyes from the city to stare at her. She kept her focus on the start above, imagining how different they would be next time this song played. “Is that a new language you’re developing?”

“Hardly.”

“An incantation then?”

“No. It’s something just for us”

He seemed confused now, brow furrowing as her movement stilled. Silence was so loud, the world filling the air with the sound of insect chitters and the wind rustling leaves to make up for her silence. A noble attempt to fill the space in her song, but fruitless.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand… Are you working on this song with someone?”

“That’s the easiest way to explain it.” Elea nodded, fingers taking up the rhythm once more. Melodies danced in her head about what could join the beat, but it wasn’t her song to finish. Her role was already done.

“I had a dream, many nights ago,” her eyes locked onto the space between stars, thinking of the person playing music at the same time as her, blind in the eye of most of the world. That even with a friend, she should still feel a painful loneliness thanks to the stranger she’d never make music with. “A premonition is maybe a more accurate word. But I thought of a song, a duet in which I have half, and another person has the other. So I’ve been writing my half and wondering who it is that might have the other.”

“You mean you’re writing a song with someone you haven’t even asked yet? How are you supposed to finish it?” Themis’ voice was pitched high with shock, confusion only settling heavier on his brow when she shook her head.

“I haven’t even met them yet. I don’t need to think too hard, as it’s not mine to finish. All I can do is play what I have and wonder what the person who will finish it will be like.” She looked down at her hands, soft still despite all her work, magic, such a thoughtless task for her natural talents, and hardly with the time now to spare to curiosities, unless she snuck off. “I think they are someone I would very much like to meet someday. I worry though, I may not have the chance.”

“Elea... Are you truly alright?” Themis stared at her with naught but worry in his voice. “These thoughts and words, they are unlike you…”

She smiled kindly to her younger friend, though it was strained against her teeth. These thoughts were like her, they always were, but it was for that confusion she spoke them less often. Feeling and ideas deep from her core, close to her heart, to expose them. Often met with confusion rather than curiosity, a failure to understand time after time. The constant doubts of her deeper thoughts... She was exhausted long ago by it all and simply stopped sharing, except with her closest confidants. It was easier, if not lonely, to only speak some of her truth instead of all of them. She wondered, often, how long that would last before she cracked under pressure.

“You needn’t worry, sweet boy. Just talking to myself, as usual.” She said and raised a hand to pay his head. Stroking his hair, the boy blushed and went frigid, surprised by such familiar affection. An idea came to mind, something to at least distract him, spare him from worrying over her words. “Why don’t you do me a favor? In the future, keep an ear out for the other part of this song, and find the singer.”

“But how will I recognize part of a song I’ve never heard before?” He asked, struggling to keep up with her.

“You’re a smart one, and I trust in you. I know you will recognize it.” She reassured him. A thousand more questions danced in his eyes, but he asked the one she had hoped to hear most.

“And what should I do, when I find them?”

“Complete the duet... and get to know that person for me. I would like to think that whoever carries the other half of this song, they must be a terribly interesting person. Someone I think you’d like very much, in my stead.” She said it with all her heart, because she knew it would be true. “Won’t you do that for me?”

Themis hesitated, uncertainty and confusion seen in the tug downwards of his lip, the furrow of his brow, but he nodded. His unfaltering trust warmed her heart. “Yes, Elea.”

“Thank you, sweet boy.”

“May I ask something of you, then?” He asked, looking at her guitar. “Play your part of the song until dawn comes, so that way I won’t forget it. To find this 'half' of your duet easier.”

A request she was happy to comply with, singing until it rendered her throat raw upon the first beams of dawn. A melody that begged kindness, and mercy, and freedom from burdens, with words only she could know. She trusted in fate that somewhere, this song continued. It would compete, even if it was only long after she and all she knew was gone.

Elidibus wandered the Lakeland ruins in his stolen skin. It fit well, or at least sufficiently enough to vanquish sin eaters with a single cleave of this mighty axe. Still biding his time, waiting for the right moment to take action. Despite the rising tension, he was ever patient. Impossibly so. It was his duty, after all.

He came across the skins of eaters, aetheric burns and precise cuts along their most vulnerable parts. Dead in an instant, far too quick, too proficient to be the work of Crystarium guards or even skilled mercenaries. This was done by someone that had vanquished every known sin eater beneath the sun.

A voice floated between the purple trees, carried by the wind. Elidibus froze, stuck in space and time as the sound danced about him. Flames from a campfire licked into the air between the trees, silhouetting the figure from whom the music came.

He knew no language or magic that used the words flowing from her mouth, yet it was familiar to him. Familiar in such a way that his chest ached, this body’s heart struggling to pump blood through its veins on his behalf. His skin prickled in excitement, feeling his hair stand on end as if he had just been given an answer he longed to know. But the question was more than an eternity away, as lost as so many things were. This made the pain only amplify.

On instinct, he hummed. Some sound that held no meaning, but it was innate. A gentle melody that could quell any heart. Fitting into the spaces between the shadow’s song. An act the figure did not fail to notice.

“Who’s there?!” Halditar’s swung a torch behind, nouliths darting into the night to search for and disarm any living threat that wandered to close. No magic glow or light of fire was quick enough to catch the figure that melted into shadows. She stared long and hard, trying to catch any signs of anything, but gave up only when her weapons faltered at the very edge of her mental limits.

She recalled her weapons, and lowered her torch, snuffing it out in the dirt as she sat before the fire.

She sang her lonely duet again, only softer this time. Mind pulled to the whisper on the wind that sounded so familiar.

So close, yet so far from being complete.

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Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!

Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?

Flower Language

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.

Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.

However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.

Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.

Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.

Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.

And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.

It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.

You seriously needed better tactics.

It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.

You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.

Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.

"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.

"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.

"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.

A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."

They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.

One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"

They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."

For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.

"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."

Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.

Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.

Business as usual.

Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.

You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.

And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.

You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.

Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.

Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?

His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.

'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'

He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?

Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?

Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.

"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.

Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.

***

"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.

"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.

You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.

"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.

"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"

"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.

Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.

Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.

"Robin?"

"Huh?"

"The mission."

Oh. Right.

***

"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.

Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.

"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.

Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.

"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.

You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.

Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.

"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"

"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.

"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.

Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.

Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.

It was silent for a moment. You had won.

And then the consequences of your actions hit you.

Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.

The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.

"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.

"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.

And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.

"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."

"Alfred prepare the med-bay."

Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.

"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.

"We just have to hope for the best."

***

When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.

Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.

"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."

His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.

There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.

He hadn't even given you a flower yet.

"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."

"That's fiction Wal—"

"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.

"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.

He raised a brow, "What?"

"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"

"What!?"

"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"

"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."

"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.

You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.

"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.

For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.

But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.

'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?

"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.

With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.

When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.

"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"

Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.

Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.

And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.

He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.

He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."

It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.

The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.

Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.

Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.

"We noticed."

Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.5 Sakamaki Kanato [TRACK 3]

Original title: 僕の名前を呼んで

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 5 Sakamaki Kanato

Audio: Here (Huge thank you to @filthyhelplessworld for providing the audio!)

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: Now this is the angst I’ve been waiting for! I have to give Kaji Yuki huge props because he really had to rely on his entire voice range for this CD, haha. I’m not a Kanato stan by any means, but I did feel somewhat bad for him, despite his selfish behavior from earlier. You can really tell he was struggling all along but he doesn’t know how to convey his feelings so he just defaults to throwing anger tantrums instead.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 3: Say My Name

“Haah...School is such a chore. Perhaps I should just burn the whole building to the ground? ...I suppose I’ll just kill some time at the infirmary for no…”

*Rattle*

[00:20] “...!? ...You. ...Hah. I figured you were dead already since I hadn’t seen you in a while. You’ve actually been attending school, it seems. So, are you resting up here? I will excuse myself then. I came here hoping to get some alone time, but since someone is here, that plan has been completely ruined.”

He turns around.

“...Especially since it’s you. ...Well then.”

You stop him.

“Haah...What’s the matter?”

You ask if he’s feeling unwell.

[01:04] “Now why would that matter? It’s none of your business, is it? Please stop meddling with my affairs, it’s highly bothersome.”

You ask if he needs to suck your blood.

“Hahaha…! You would still be willing to offer me your blood after everything?”

You nod.

[01:27] “...While that is rather noble of you, don’t you think that perhaps you’re thinking a little too highly of yourself? If I’m thirsty, I will simply make my way to town. There are plenty of people who can take your role after all. ...Aren’t you the one who said that? ーー Either way, you do not need to worry about me.”

You frown.

“Is that all you had to say? Well then, goodbye.”

Kanato leaves.

[02:06] ( I thought you would return to my side if I continued to push you away like this. Crying, weeping, clinging to my legs. ...All while I remained completely ignorant to just how much your heart was aching. I’m sure that by this point...You had already made your resolve, had you not? )

*TIMESKIP*

[02:50] “The hours of boredom are finally over. Now to head straight home. ...Hm? That back side...It’s her, isn’t it? Hmph. I can tell straight away even when she has her head hanging down. ...Hm. Well, I suppose I shall give her a small chance. I can’t just give her the cold shoulder after all. (1)”

He approaches you.

“Good evening. (2).”

You flinch.

[03:26] “Hah. Why so surprised? Is it strange for me to approach you? That being said, I don’t exactly need anything from you. ...So, you were hunched forward quite a bit while walking, what’s the matter? Did something sad happen? ...Hah. If you insist, I would not mind hearing your story. I’m sure it will help combat my boredom. ...So, what happened?”

You brush him off.

“...! ...I-If you’re alright, I suppose that’s fine too. Heeh…”

You tell him you will head home now.

[04:17] “Yes, please be my guest and be on your merry way. By yourself.”

You walk away.

“Kuh…! ...Hey, wait!”

You come to a halt.

“The infirmary is my resting place, so you better stay away from it in the future!”

You nod.

“Hah...Well get going then! ...What’s the matter?”

You ask if he will be okay by himself.

[05:00] “More than okay. If anything, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders! Please don’t treat me like a child.”

You smile.

“...’I’m glad’ you say? ...Excuse me!?”

You turn around and walk away.

“Kuh…!!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

[05:42] “...Honestly, what is her problem!? I was so kind as to strike up a conversation with her too…! ...Oh well, I wouldn’t mind if things remain this way either, of course. Even if she were gone, I’d be just…!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

“Tsk...Aah, god!!”

*THUD*

[06:13] “Haah, haah...I have no idea where you are or what you are up to right now. You might be having your blood sucked by one of my other brothers for all I know. When I consider that possibility...I’m overcome by intense feelings of anger and despair. Haah...I...I don’t want this...Why won’t things just go my way!? Iーー To me, you’re so veryーー...! (3)”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

“Haah...Haah...Haah…”

*Tick・tock・tick・tock*

[07:19] “ーーUgh! Guess I have no other choice! At this rate, my rage will never be quelled. While I don’t like having to do this, I will bend. It’s frustrating, but...You’re all I have…”

He opens his drawer and pulls out a piece of paper.

*Flip*

*Scribble scribble*

*TIMESKIP*

You are standing out on the balcony.

*Knock*

[08:07] “...Are you still awake?”

You squeak.

“No need to be so surprised. I do come and visit you from time to time, no? Either way, I’m coming in.”

He enters your room.

[08:25] “Haah...I’m surprised to see you’re out on the balcony this late at night. Were you hoping to jump to your death, perhaps? ...That would only cause extra trouble, so please refrain from doing so. Haah...The wind feels chilly. I can’t believe you would come to such a cold place when you’re already feeling unwell. Are you an idiot?”

You remain quiet.

[09:07] “...Why not say something? Like you could ask me what I’m here for? Or say you’re happy to see me!? I’m sure you’ve got plenty to say!”

You start coughing.

“Haah...There you go coughing. That’s why I warned you. You really are hopeless. ...Without me, at least. ...Listen...I didn’t come to say this or anything...Ugh!”

*Flip*

[09:44] “This. Accept it already.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“It’s an invitation to a tea party. ...For just us two.”

[10:01] “Why, you ask…!? Do I have to spell it out for you!? Consider it my way of telling you that you’re once again allowed in my presence. You will obviously attend, no? I was so kind to invite you after all. Not to mention, this might be your once-in-a-lifetime chance to make things good between us.”

You hesitate.

“...What are you doing? Hurry up and accept the invitation! Otherwise I can’t return to my room! I want to rest already! It’s almost morning after all. ...Here!”

*Flip*

You stand there dazed.

[10:51] “...Do you not want it? ...But why!? I’m trying my absolute hardest to compromise! ...Are you perhaps okay with things staying the way they are right now? ...WHY WON’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!? For one, you’re the one who caused this whole ordeal in the first place! I don’t know what your intention was, but you pestered me by going on about ‘dying’ and such!

...In reality, you should be the one apologizing to me. Begging for my mercy. Do you have any idea how I felt coming heーー”

*Rustle*

[11:45] “...!? Hey…? Are you listening? You’ve been acting somewhat off this whole time. You seem awfully pale too...Is something the matter?”

You collapse.

*Thud*

“...!? H-Hey! Are you okay!? HEY!”

Kanato touches your skin.

“Cold as ice…!? Why, all of a sudden…!? How come…!?”

*Cling*

“This bottle...Don’t tell me…”

*Sniff*

[12:24] “Poison…? Did you drink this? Then...You were actually trying to die? But why…? …! Because I told you...you could be easily replaced?”

*Rustle*

“You can’t! Open your eyes!”

*Rustle*

[12:54] “Hang in there! I was obviously lying when I said that! Why don’t you understand!? I-I mean...To me, you’re just soーー!”

You tell him he wouldn’t believe you.

“No! You’re wrong…!! When you said you were dying, I didn’t actually disbelieve you. I justーー!”

You admit to how sad it made you.

[13:16] “Uu…It was never my intention to make you suffer either…! I just…Uu…Hic…I can’t bear the thought of it…Of a world without you…I didn’t want to believe that day would come…! That’s why I turned a blind eye to itーー! Yet…Why…Why did it turn out like this…? Hic…Say?”

*Rustle*

“Open your eyes…Wake up! …Wake up, please…!!”

*Rustle*

[14:00] “I mean…This just can’t be…No...Who…Who gave you permission to do this!?”

You have passed out.

“…Open your eyes…and say my name…Like you always would…Please! ...Uu...No...You won’t let get away with this! I won’t let this happen!! ...UWAAAAAAAAH!!!”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Kanato refers to the ‘carrot and stick’ method here, in which punishment and reward are alternated.

(2) ごきげんよう is a very snobbish/high class way to greet someone. You won’t actually hear it much in modern day Japan, but some characters in anime say it

(3) His sentence is cut off, but it’s heavily implied he wants to say something along the lines of ‘but you mean so much to me’ or ‘I love you so much’.

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Hanging by a Thread: Chapter 3

Rated M: DC canon-typical violence, suggestive threats

Author’s Note: Neither of us are actually American, and DC Fanboy has some gripes with certain American habits. Please feel free to tell us how uncultured we are in the comments, and try and explain yourselves to non-Americans.

Ships: Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (side ship).

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Chapter 2 - Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Dick slumped down on a chair when they returned to the Belfry. He ripped off his domino mask and let out a sigh. “Damn he’s good, then again he was taught by the best.”

“Dick!” Barbara gave him a dirty look. They both looked towards their French guest to see her still lost in thought.

Ladybug transformed back to Marinette, and then slowly walked over to get herself another cup of hot chocolate to cheer herself up. As she operated the multi hot drinks machine in the Belfry, she thought about how incredibly convenient the device was. Barbara and Dick mentioned that unless it was winter, no one else used it for hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate dispensed from the machine, and as she picked up the paper cup, a shadow loomed over her. She was able to make out the silhouette of an imposing figure with demonic pointed ears. She squealed in shock, spilling her hot chocolate on the figure.

Dick rolled off the chair laughing, “Oh, better fly away home Ladybug.” “How long have you been waiting to use that joke?” Barbara said without looking away from the screen.

“Since the moment I met her, Babs,” Dick retorted.

After the initial shock, Marinette was able to see the figure clearly and realised she just spilled hot chocolate on Batman. The Batman. Marinette paled at what she had done, she fumbled around looking for tissues. All the while apologising profusely as she tried to find anything to wipe the Caped Crusader clean from this chocolatey mess. Her mind ran at a mile a minute, thinking of what Batman would do to her for spilling hot chocolate on him. She thought of how Batman would squish her like a bug, or perhaps he would break all of her limbs, and send her on the first flight back to Paris while tied to the cargo hold. Her mind was catastrophizing and going into a full panic as she stumbled around the kitchenette.

Marinette found a damp cloth and began wiping Batman vigorously from head to toe and hoping it would somehow lessen her punishment. She looked up to see that Batman continued to stare at her with his infamous glare. Seeing that her attempts to clean up her mess had no effect, she ran back towards the main room and grabbed Dick, holding him in front of her as a shield.

Batman slowly followed, without saying a word he stomped into the main room and came to a halt right in front of Dick. “Uh, hi.” Dick awkwardly greeted Batman. Marinette shakingly peeked her head out from behind.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, also known as Ladybug.” Batman’s low voice boomed with authority. “What are you doing here in Gotham?”

Marinette yelped and went back to hiding behind Dick. Barbara interjected, “She’s here to investigate a recent use of the Lazarus Pit, mainly the Red Hood. From what we gather the creatures that give her power were also the ones who created the pits.” She explained on Marinette’s behalf.

An uncomfortable silence hung in the room as Batman contemplated her answer. “Fine,” he relented. He turned and walked away.

Marinette released a sigh of relief as she saw Batman leave. Dick took out his phone and began tapping on it, he just had to notify the rest of the Bat Family of what had just transpired. After a few moments he put his phone back in his pocket and walked away, “I’ll get a mop” he yelled back at Marinette and Barbara.

Marinette then slumped on the dining table, hands in her head. Completely embarrassed at how she made a fool of herself in front of one of the world’s greatest heroes. Barbara calmly patted her back in consolation. After she calmed down and got herself another cup of hot chocolate, Marinette decided to head home.

On the way back to the apartment she shared with Zoe, she checked the messages that Zoe sent her during the past couple of days. “Hey, are you okay?” The first one read. “I haven’t seen you in the apartment for a while now,” she said, followed by a message that said “Please don’t be dead, I can’t afford rent by myself.” Marinette sent a quick reply saying, “I’m okay, I’ve just been busy taking care of some things. See you tonight.” she said. When Marinette got home, she logged onto her computer to see a few messages from Alya, asking her of how she found Gotham City. Expressing worry for her friend, especially with the notoriety of Gotham's crime rate.

Marinette typed up "Hi Alya! Gotham is all right, I can take care of myself, you know that."

Alya decided to video call Marinette and her face appeared on screen. "Hey!" Alya waved her hand to her friend.

"Hi" Marinette gave a tired wave back.

"Everything okay?" Asked Alya.

"Fine, just tired from moving into the new place." She explained.

"By the way, could you open up a portal with Kaalki to my room?" asked Alya.

Marinette complied with her friend, as she put on the horse Miraculous and opened a portal. Soon a paper bag dropped from the ceiling and landed on the floor. "I had a feeling you might want something to cheer you up, I went to your parents' patisserie earlier."

Marinette opened up the bag to see several treats from the bakery. She thanked her best friend profusely, and began eating them “How are things back in Paris?” Marinette asked, taking a macaron out of one of the boxes, she smiled as she took a bite out of it. It was almost like she was 13 again, and her dad had given her a box of macarons for the first day of school.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Alya said, winking at her. “So, have you met any of Gotham’s vigilantes yet?” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck. “Well, yeah,” she might as well tell her some of the things that happened. “I accidentally spilled hot chocolate on Batman’s cape,” she confessed. “And you’re still alive?” Alya’s mouth hung open in shock. “Well, he does have a pretty strict ‘no killing’ policy,” Marinette told her. “Okay fair enough, how are you still in one piece?” Alya asked, still somewhat shocked.

“He just kinda glared at me, and I hid behind one of his sidekicks.” Marinette told her, “So, that’s how.” “Ah so you’ve met the sidekicks then,” Alya gave her another knowing smile. “Some of them, Nightwing being one of them.” Marinette told her. “Did you get a good look at his assets?” Alya gave her a wink, and Marinette rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure his assets were spoken for,” Marinette said, and before Alya could say anything more she quickly added “and no, I am not telling you who the lucky person is.” “You’re no fun.” Alya pouted mockingly, but she couldn’t stay angry at her friend. Alya noticed the faraway look in Marinette’s eyes at that moment, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Marinette wondered how best to phrase it, “do you know anything about the Red Hood?” she asked.

Alya’s eyes widened in shock, “You’ve met him? Are you and Zoe living in his territory?”

“No, at least not that I know of, I just…” Marinette assured her, “Do you know anything about him?” “Give me a moment,” Alya said, quickly turning away to search for something on her laptop screen, “must have heard something about the guy…” she muttered. Marinette never really told Alya about her soulmate bond, and she wasn’t about to start now. “Says here he’s a crime lord that operates in Gotham City, that he took over Black Mask’s crime syndicate not too long ago…” Alya told her, “Pretty brutal to those who cross him, by the sound of things.” “Good to know,” Marinette muttered. “Marinette, are you sure you and Zoe are okay?” Alya asked. “We’re fine, just that Ladybug ran into him while working with Batman’s sidekicks.” Marinette told her. “I should have been there, it would have been a fun interview for Ladyblog.” Alya chuckled, and Marinette raised an eyebrow. “I mean, after the fight of course, or maybe I should just stop talking.” “Try pitching the idea to Vicki Vale or Lois Lane, I’m sure they would jump at the chance.” Marinette joked.

"Just you wait until I get my Journalism degree, I'll bother you everyday for a scoop." Alya retorted. The two of them continued to laugh and joke with one another before Marinette went to bed.

The next morning, Marinette was woken by someone gently nudging her awake. “Get dressed dummy, we’re going out.” she heard a voice say. Marinette looked up and blinked a few times before Zoe’s face came into view. “What time is it?” Marinette groaned. “9am,” Zoe told her, “we are going to go out and get some breakfast together.” Marinette groaned in response, but slowly got out of bed. Zoe leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms and smiling. She chuckled slightly at the sight of Marinette’s tousled hair, Marinette smiled slightly in response. “All right, all right, give me some time to get dressed.” she said and Zoe left, closing the door behind her.

The two friends sat down to eat breakfast at a nearby diner, and Zoe began telling Marinette all the ways in which America was very different from France. “First of all, they call the 24 hour clock ‘military time’, I never understood that.” she explained before taking a bite of her pancakes. Americans made pancakes a lot thicker and fluffier compared to crepes, was another thing Marinette noticed. “Oh, no more 2 hour lunch breaks, and as a French person, you will get made fun of for having more time off work than the Americans.” she said.

As the two finished breakfast, Zoe paid the bill and left a tip. Marinette raised an eyebrow at Zoe for paying what was higher than the bill. “Marinette, remember, always tip whenever you go eat at a restaurant or a diner.” She explained.

“Why? Isn’t there a service charge added? Don’t the servers get paid?” Marinette asked.

“Not at all.” Zoe deadpanned.

“What?” Marinette exclaimed in shock, she quickly covered her mouth as eyes turned to face her for her outburst.

Zoe beckoned Marinette to follow her, “Come on, I’ll show you all the hotspots in Gotham City.”

The two walked out onto the street and across several blocks. Zoe stopped as the two reached their destination. She then pointed to an old gothic tower, “That there is the old Wayne Tower, creepy isn’t it? Built in 1888 by Cyrus Pinkey for the Waynes right at the heart of Gotham City. It’s been closed for a few years now, since Wayne Enterprise moved to the New Wayne Tower in the financial district.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in recognition, it was where the Belfry was located. She remembered the gothic tower, but she had no idea it was the old Wayne Tower. She decided it would be best to keep quiet about this revelation.

The two continued sightseeing as they ventured into Robinson Park. “This park is amazing, the biggest park in the heart of Gotham. Also it's very close to Gotham U, I’d love to come here everyday after class to unwind.” Zoe explained. The two calmly walked across the park, enjoying the scenery and stopping by to feed some ducks.

“Anyway I need to get some things on the way back,” the two then walked to a nearby grocery store and bought groceries. Being on a budget, Marinette eyed the price tags frugally, calculating how much it would cost her. Zoe smirked at Marinette, knowing what would come next when the two went to the cash register. Marinette was thrown into a loop as the total amount did not match the price tags. Marinette tried to ask for an explanation from the cashier, but they were not helpful. The cashier only said that it was tax, “Why isn’t tax included in the price tags?” she pleaded to the cashier.

The cashier gave Marinette a light shrug. “That's just the way things are.”

Marinette pulled her pigtails in frustration as to why the final price doesn’t match the price tag. “Ok fine, what's the tax in America?”

Zoe took the chance to intervene and explain it to her friend. “It depends, it varies between states, counties and even cities.”

Marinette banged her head against the counter in frustration. “Why? Why is it so crazy here?”

Zoe and the cashier laughed at Marinette's antics. The cashier asked “You new here?”

Marinette did not lift her head up, “How could you tell?”

The two made their purchase and walked home, Marinette had to do a double take on the loaf of bread she bought. She stopped Zoem and said that they needed to go back to the grocery store for another loaf of bread, because this one had expired. Zoe snatched the loaf from Marinette’s hands and took another look. “Nope it's fine, remember America uses Month/Day/Year here.” Zoe explained. Marinette’s eye twitched as the two walked back to their apartment.

The semester began the following Monday at Gotham University. As a Fashion & Design student, Marinette had long studio classes which usually kept her busy during the day. She would have to spend even longer hours in the studio if she had a project due. When Zoe wasn’t attending lectures, she had a part-time job that kept her busy as well. So Marinette didn’t see much of her by the time she managed to return to their apartment.

Over the course of the next few days, she would go to her classes by day and go out every night to search for her soulmate. However, the Red Hood had proved to be elusive, always alert to the movement of the red thread that tied them together. Marinette found that the thread changed wildly. Some nights she stopped by the Belfry, exhausted and dejected. Barbara had noticed this and decided that she had to know about Jason, it might change her mind or it might not. She deserved to know if she was going to go looking for him every night.

One night when she entered the Belfry, Barbara gestured to Marinette, “Come over and pull up a chair.” Marinette followed and brought a chair to the computer. The two sat side by side, “Mari, you deserve to know more about Jason...the Red Hood.”

Marinette’s eyes widened at the mention of her soulmate, “Please tell me more about him.” she begged.

“Marinette, I’m sorry, we knew more about him but we didn’t tell you.” Barbara apologised.

Marinette was hurt at how they were withholding information about her soulmate from her. “Why?” was all that she was able to say.

Barbara took a deep breath, “Because Jason was the second Robin.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped at this bombshell, her soulmate used to be Robin. It would explain the skills he displayed out in their last encounter. Marinette wondered how tough his life was, how he suffered at the hands of the criminals of Gotham at such a young age. Some of the things he said back at the dockyards were now sounding like they came from experience. “What was he like?” she asked, wanting to know what her soulmate was like before his death.

“Angry, rebellious, Jason always felt like it was him against the world. He was caught trying to steal the wheels off the Batmobile, that's how Batman found him and brought him in.” Barbara explained.

“How did he die?” Marinette asked.

Barbara grew silent at the mention of Jason’s death. “He tried to pursue the Joker, but it was a trap. The Joker caught him, tortured him for god knows how long. I saw his bruises, it-it was as if he was beaten over and over again with a crowbar.” Marinette covered her mouth and her eyes welled with tears as she heard the gruesome details of her soulmate's unfortunate end.

“To make matters worse, he locked Jason in the room with a bomb.” “What about the Red Hood?” she asked. “We...we buried a mannequin in a wig,” Barbara explained, “the real body was taken by the League of Assassins, trying to make up for what happened.”

Marinette stood up and rushed to the guest room, she had heard enough. She could not imagine the pain and suffering her soulmate had been through his entire life.

Jason had been constantly on the move, knowing that his soulmate was out looking for him. He tried to shut off the part of him that wanted to get close. He was honestly surprised the Bat clan hadn't told her every horrific story they had about him. Either they didn't know they were soulmates or she was knowingly walking head first into the lion's mouth. If she didn't find him, then she might stumble upon a group of his men at work, and they might be a lot less forgiving. If he was constantly checking over his shoulder, making sure the girl wasn't close by, things were bound to start slipping through the cracks.

He himself had various safehouses scattered around the city, but he couldn't keep running forever. It was getting ridiculous, he had faced crime lords, assassins and even gone toe-to-toe with Batman multiple times. Yet here he was, running and hiding from a girl who was about a foot shorter than he was. He knew why, of course, he wasn't afraid of her but she should be very afraid of him. He had hoped that she would give up the search, as she drew closer and closer to finding out the truth about what happened to him. But life had never been that easy for Jason, and sooner or later she was going to get too close to the untamed monster beneath. If she got hurt because of him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Not even his old self could forgive that. He would have no trouble protecting her from other criminals, not that she really needed it. However, whatever came crawling out of the pits was something else.

After putting a swift end to some people who were causing trouble in his territory, his mind wandered back to Ladybug. Specifically, the sad look in her eyes when he explained how brutal and unforgiving Gotham could be. He tried not to think about it, because that look made him want to hold her close, and reassure her that everything would be okay. Thoughts of how the idea of her gave him hope all those years ago would come bubbling to the surface. It made him want to protect her, to ensure that this world wouldn’t hurt her the way it hurt him. When she looked at him with those eyes, it made him want to believe that she trusted him to do just that. He shook his head, and told himself that what he was also the very thing she needed protecting from.

Most nights Jason had nightmares about failing to save her. There were even nightmares where she died by his hands. Her blue eyes would become lifeless and vacant, her skin would feel ice cold, and he would end up cradling her limp form in his arms. Batman would just love it if those nightmares came true. It would only prove to him that Jason was nothing more than an unhinged monster he couldn’t cage. It wasn’t as though the Bat had much luck caging the real monsters in Gotham anyhow. Most days, Jason’s skin crawled as he remembered the feeling of the Lazarus pit’s waters. The creatures she was palling around with were the ones who made it. They probably didn’t give a damn about the evil they had inflicted on the world because of it. For all he knew, being around her little fairy friends would make the effects much worse. Still, when he snapped back to reality, he would see the string glowing red, just as it had always done. Occasionally moving and twitching as his soulmate searched high and low for him. Maybe the time had come to have a little talk, soulmate to soulmate...

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14 - A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished. - Words: 1,052

Lokisses Mini-Imagine Series

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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: Mentions of kidnapping and torture, allusions to sexual assault although nothing is bluntly or graphically mentioned.

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't exactly want to go on this mission myself, Loki," You whispered, snuggling into him further under the warm blankets. "But I really have no choice." Loki hummed softly, kissing your forehead.

"Still," He trailed off. "When do you have to get up?"

"Not for another half hour or so."

"Good," Loki replied. He pulled you closer to him, kissing you earnestly. "Give me more time for this," He grinned.

"Silly boy," You replied. However you did not oppose his idea and kissed him back.

2 weeks later you are seriously regretting ever getting out of bed that morning. You were terrified. It had been 2 very long weeks since they'd kidnapped you and you knew it simply wasn't possible that your distress signal had activated in time. Loki would have found you already, you reasoned.

"Well, well, well. Hello there, little girl. Feeling a bit more cooperative today?" Your kidnapper sneered as he walked in the room.

"You will never get any information from me," You replied coolly. He walked up to you, breathing down your neck, caressing your arms.

"Perhaps a little more persuasion? Everyone has their breaking points. Especially a little whore like you." You fought the urge to pull away, knowing it would only make things worse. They'd put handcuffs on you that blocked your abilities so you had no way to escape.

"No," You said firmly. With that the man threw you against the wall.

"Fine. Have it your way. Boys, you know what to do to her."

Hours later you laid on the floor close to unconsciousness. If you weren't found soon you knew you'd die. Giving into the exhaustion you thought that perhaps that would be better. At least Loki and the Avengers would be safe.

"Y/N? Y/N! Wake up! Please!" You heard a voice calling out to you but everything was fuzzy. You couldn't open your eyes or even move to reply. The voice sounded familiar, safe, but you couldn't think straight. "Sh-she's not responding. She's been injured really badly. W-we need to get her to the healers!"

"I've got her, Loki," Another voice said. "She'll be ok. Tony has the best doctors in the world back at the tower waiting."

"Ok, Steve."

When you finally woke up, the first thing you processed was Loki leaning onto the edge of your bed uncomfortably from his chair while holding your hand. The second thing you processed was the immense pain you felt from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You gasped harshly as the wave of pain hit you. Loki woke with a start, eyes widening in surprise when he saw you awake.

"You're awake!" He cried, smiling widely. "I'm so happy! Oh darling! I was so worried for you!" At this point he actually was crying, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

You hadn't said a word yet before the Doctor and a couple nurses came rushing in. Loki watched worriedly as they rushed around running various tests. Finally they decided that, since you lived in the Tower, you could be released as long as someone cared for you 24/7.

"We're almost there," Loki whispered to you as you rode in the elevator. He had taken it upon himself to watch over you since he was officially your boyfriend. Walking you over to the sofa in his room, he made sure you were comfortable before getting out one of your favorite t-shirts of his and a pair of sweatpants. "I thought you might be more comfortable in these," He said, holding them out to you. You took them abit hesitantly but nodded. You stood and started to pull your shirt off but Loki quickly stopped you. "Woah! Not that I don't-I-well-" He stuttered nervously, taken completely off guard at your actions. "Don't you want to change in the bathroom? Have some privacy?" You looked at him oddly but walked to the bathroom to change. Loki quickly dialled Steve on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Steve, what happened to her while they had her?"

"Well it was obvious they beat and starved her. There was probably some other form of torture but we're not sure."

"Alright," Loki sighed.

"What's wrong? Is she ok?" Steve asked worriedly.

"She's fine. I think. Just acting a little odd."

"Well let me know if you need anything."

"I will," Loki said. Once he hung up the phone he sat on the end of the bed to wait for you. When you came out he smiled brightly and held his hands out to you, inviting you over for a hug. You walked over slowly, leaning into his arms but not hugging him back. "What's wrong darling?" Tears started streaming down your face and Loki tried not to panic. "Talk to me, love," He whispered. He went to kiss your forehead but you flinched, pulling away quickly and curling up into ball on the sofa. He ran over to your side, kneeling on the floor. He wanted to reach out for you but he knew better. "Darling? Can I see what's going on?" He asked, reaching out for your head. You nodded slowly, giving him permission to look into your memories.

About 15 minutes later, Loki finally pulled away. "Oh my love," He whispered, crying himself. "I'm so sorry. You should have never had to go through that. I should have found you sooner."

"No!" You yelled, finally speaking up. "Don't-don't blame yourself."

"Well don't blame yourself either," He cautioned. You nodded slowly.

"I'll try." He held his arms open again and this time you immediately hugged him, holding him as close as possible.

"Come on. Let's get some rest." He carried you over to the bed and pulled the blankets over you. He crawled in next to you carefully and you snuggled up to him.

"Thank you, Loki," You whispered, reaching up to kiss him.

"You're ok with this?" You nodded and kissed him desperately.

"I love you, Loki, so much." You pulled him as close as you could and he chuckled.

"I love you too, Y/N," He smiled, kissing you again. "Now go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." You nodded, wrapping yourself around him tightly.

"Alright, Loki. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, my love."

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The Different Group Chats part 1

{Part 1} [Part 2]

Diamonds:

BlueDiamond- Marinette

BrownDiamond- Mireille

GreenDiamond- Marc

Cheng Main Family:

MamaOrso- Sabine

TopChef- Wang

Matriarch- Nuba (Their Grandmother)

Heiress- Lian (Marc’s mother)

Tiāncái- Mei (Mireille’s mother)

Adrinette/Girls GC:

PinkBean- Rose

PurpleBean- Juleka

BossFox-Alya

TrueBeauty-Lila

WhyAmIHere- Alix

LoveBug- Mylene

A group chat AU I thought of this will involve only the Miraculous Ladybug show, with very minor mentions of other shows. Some backstory information I feel are important. Marinette, Marc, and Mireille are cousins in this through their mothers; Sabine, Lian, and Mei. Marinette is Chinese, Italian, and French, Marc is Chinese and French, and Mireille is Chinese, Japanese, and French. This is not Adrinette, I decided to give Lukanette some love!

Diamonds

10:46 am

BlueDiamond: Do you think I could get away with it?

GreenDiamond:????

GreenDiamond: Mar? Get away with what?

BrownDiamond: Depends. Are you doing it by yourself, with us, or are you going to call Bāchan’s right hand?

GreenDiamond: Mir? Wait why would Mar call Fengge?

11:07 am

GreenDiamond: Hey! You two respond already!

BrownDiamond: Calm cousin, calm. Mar is contemplating taking care of Lila Rossi, you know the girl that threatened her in the bathroom.

GreenDiamond: Oh.

GreenDiamond: WAIT!!!1!

GreenDiamond: No fair! She can’t call Fengge I called dibs on ruining Rossi!

BrownDiamond: Mar gets the final decision, after all she is the one being targeted.

BlueDiamond: I am not calling Fengge, I don’t want her dead, I just want to ruin her future. Besides Fengge would call Nonna, and I’d rather not take the chance of us being pulled out of school.

BrownDiamond: Very true, but I doubt Bāchan would pull us out. Lila is only a minor threat and she knows we can definitely handle her. If the snake goes too far however, she will step in.

GreenDiamond: Tru…

BrownDiamond: Stop butchering words or else.

GreenDiamond: Common little cuz be traught.

*BrownDiamond took a Screenshot of chat*

BrownDiamond: I am showing my Kachann.

BlueDiamond: She did warn you.

GreenDiamond: D’: NooOo dont message auntie!!!1!!

BrownDiamond: Already sent.

GreenDiamond: You hate me.

Cheng Main Family

11:38 am

Tiàncái: First, return to your lessons. Second, Marc the penthouse at 4 exact. After reading those texts I’ve decided you need a two hour lesson.

BrownDiamond: Yes Kachann.

BlueDiamond: Sorry Auntie.

GreenDiamond:Understood Auntie.

TopChef: How bad was it?

Tiàncái: Worse than you fake butchering other languages to mess with others.

MamaOrso- My Marinette was not a part of it correct?

Tiàncái- No just our nephew sister.

Heiress- Why am I not surprised, at least he is only doing it with his cousins.

Matriarch- My Diamonds know that they are not allowed to butcher languages like their Great Uncle in front of others. I would not worry too much, my darlings. Now all of you return to work. I have a meeting to attend.

MamaOrso- Yes Māmā

Tiàncái- Understood, have a good meeting.

Heiress- I will see you later Māmā.

TopChef-Talk to you all later my girls.

Diamonds

1:13 pm

BlueDiamond: Juleka and Rose are sitting with me in the back now.

BrownDiamond: Oh?

BlueDiamond: Yes they came up and apologized to me during lunch. They both asked for a chance to earn my trust again.

GreenDiamond: And your decision Mar?

BlueDiamond: I am giving them a second chance, both apologized and explained why they didn’t choose sides. No information about Lila too, she is making big promises. For instance she told Kitty Section she’d introduce them to Jagged Stone.

BrownDiamond:...Isn’t Juleka Jagged’s daughter?

BlueDiamond: Yes.

BrownDiamond: Oh no.

BlueDiamond: What?

GreenDiamond: This is Miss Mendeleiev both of you return to your lessons and put your phones away.

1:28 pm

BrownDiamond: Nice job Marc, next time control your laughter.

BlueDiamond: Really?

2:49 pm

BlueDiamond: Mir go out for ice cream? We can go find André.

BrownDiamond: Well I don’t have to be in the studio today and was only planning to hang out with friends. Can we invite some others?

BlueDiamond: Oh definitely! I’ll ask Rose, Juleka, and Luka!

BrownDiamond: I am just going to invite Aurore and Jean.

BlueDiamond: Hoping to get complimentary cones cousin dearest?

BrownDiamond: Shut up I just like his face.

BlueDiamond: Don’t you lie to me. You have attended every single magical show he has done, and even promoted him once on MAC’s Twitter.

BrownDiamond: Shut up, your one to talk Mar. Who do you have a crush on, Model boy or Guitar boy?

3:10 pm

BrownDiamond: Mar?

BrownDiamond: Did I upset you?

BrownDiamond: Marinette?

BlueDiamond: Sorry

BlueDiamond: No you did not upset me. Lila pointed out I was texting and Bustier started lecturing me on being a good role model.

BrownDiamond: Sorry, my locker in five?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, see you soon.

GreenDiamond: I got my phone back!

GreenDiamond: Unfair! You guys can’t get ice cream while I’m stuck in lessons!

BlueDiamond: [Image.png]

GreenDiamond: Why’d you send me a picture of you and Mir looking around???

BrownDiamond: Trying to find the fucks we give…

GreenDiamond: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ew. Stop.

GreenDiamond:༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ugh.

Private Messaging

Nathaniel and Marc

3:11 pm

LifePartner: Marc can we talk today? It’s about Marinette.

Rainbow: …

Rainbow: I have a two hour lesson starting at four. Meet me on the Pont Des Arts at 6:30.

LifePartner: I’ll be there Rainbow, see you later.

Diamonds

4:20 pm

BrownDiamond: Not.A.Word.

BlueDiamond: Burnt caramel for his eyes, and cotton candy for his unique tricks~ Blackberry for her beautiful hair, and black walnut for her unusual connections.

BrownDiamond: One, perhaps we should be concerned with what André seems to know about us.

BrownDiamond: Two, Blue moon for his hair and eyes, and super madness for his crazy life, Blackberry for her hair and cherry with chips for her secret.

BlueDiamond: Mmm André is a meta I wouldn’t worry his love is ice cream and bringing soulmates together.

BlueDiamond: Luka has confessed to me though, I told him I wasn’t ready.

BrownDiamond: Still stuck on Adrien?

BlueDiamond: No

BlueDiamond: I thought he’d take my side when he said that we were in it together. The moment he didn’t speak up when I was expelled pretty much made that crush, crash.

BlueDiamond: He is sweet but he has been too sheltered, he is trying to treat Lila like she is a tabloid.

BrownDiamond: You are not wrong. So...Luka?

BlueDiamond: Yea, I’m thinking Luka.

Private Messaging

Jagged and Luka

4:24 pm

Luka: Dad how did you get Penny to fall in love with you?

Jagged: I ask myself that every single day kiddo. Every single day.

Luka: I’m screwed.

Jagged: Marinette?

Luka: Marinette.

Jagged: Penny says to just be yourself! My rockstar Mari is a smart girl and her crush on the Agreste boy has slowly disappeared...yes it would be very rock an roll to have her as a daughter-in-law. That’s it Luka! You have to win Marinette’s heart over!

Luka: You’re not helping Dad.

Private Messaging

Penny and Luka

4:47 pm

Penny: Stop asking him Luka.

Penny: Just be yourself, Marinette would never want you to change yourself. Give her a little more time and just be there for her.

Luka: Thanks Penny, how did Dad win you over anyway?

Penny: ...I have a thing for loud sometimes idiotic men.

Luka: Awe, I am never telling him that.

Penny: I’m joking, I’m joking one night he rolled over and was just barely awake. He didn’t know I was awake, he whispered that I was the love of his life and that he wished his mom had a chance to meet me.

Luka: Awe. I’m telling Marinette that.

Penny: Oh, definitely would get you brownie points, she loves sweet love stories.

Adrinette

6:39 pm

Group name changed from Adrinette to Girls GC

Lila Rossi added by BossFox

BossFox changed Lila Rossi to TrueBeauty

BossFox: Hey girls I decided to make this the drama free girls group chat.

PurpleBean: Drama free???

PinkBean: Why not create a new group chat than Alya? Also if this is the girls group chat where is Marinette?

BunnxXx changed name to WhyAmIHere

BossFox: Like I said drama free girls

TrueBeauty: Awe Alya! You added me to a group chat where I don’t have to worry about upsetting Marinette!

TrueBeauty: That’s so sweet!!

WhyAmIHere: Alya this is our get Mari with Sunshine boy gc.

TrueBeauty: Alya you haven’t told them yet?

BossFox: Don’t worry Lila I just wanted you to be here when I did!

BossFox: Girls we are canceling Adrinette.

LoveBug: What? Why?

BossFox: I was telling Lila about all our attempts and how ‘in love’ with Adrien Marinette is. Well Lila pointed out that everything she is doing are red flags for a stalker!

LoveBug: What?! But Marinette would never!

PinkBean: Are you serious?

WhyAmIHere: Oh boy.

TureBeauty: No listen please, I’m not lying!

TrueBeauty: Alya told me everything she has done! She has his entire schedule, pictures of him all over her wall, one he doesn’t even know exist! She has stolen his phone before and is constantly trying to get alone time with him! Not to mention she has planned out their life with two kids and a hamster!

TureBeauty: She is stalking Adrien and convinced you guys to help her!

LoveBug: Oh my gosh

LoveBug: I can’t believe

LoveBuv: All this time Marinette has been

WhyAmIHere: Alright ya-no I’m so done.

WhyAmIHere: First of Marinette HAD a crush on Adrien. One that you blew out of proportion Alya.

BossFox: What?!

BossFox: I did not!

WhyAmIHere: You were constantly trying to force her into telling Adrien when she clearly wasn’t ready, and always dragging us into helping set up ‘dates’

WhyAmIHere: Two Marinette is a fashion designer. Have you seriously never noticed all the pictures are right above when she works on designs? They are a part of her fashion board Alya.

WhyAmIHere: Also the part with the phone, I’m hello? Marinette has always been like that, she does it when she’s half asleep most of the time. But in the end she always returns the person's phone before the end of the day!

WhyAmIHere: Also we have all seen those photos, if Marinette was seriously stalking him don’t you think the pictures would be inappropriate? They are either from magazines or from class outings.

LoveBug: Alix you have to admit it is a little weird that Marinette has gone this far

LoveBug: Lila is a model too and she knows so many famous people. I have no doubt she knows more about stalking than we do.

WhyAmIHere: srs.

TrueBeauty: Alix you have to listen to me! Marinette is sick and she needs help or else she’ll be a danger to Adrien and us!

WhyAmIHere: No. I’m done. Marinette is just a teenager with a CRUSH and you are just blowing it out of proportion.

Alix Kubdel has left Girls GC.

TrueBeauty: Rose Juleka you believe us right?

TrueBeauty: Please Mari really needs help!

PinkBean: No we don’t…

BossFox: WHAT!?

PurpleBean: We don’t believe you. Besides, Marinette barely has a crush on Adrien anymore. I’d ask if you’ve seen her room but she stopped inviting you up Alya.

PinkBean: And she doesn’t like Lila so Lila has never even seen her room.

BossFox: It isn’t like you guys would actually know anything! Just after school today Marinette threatened Lila to stay away from Adrien! And she got physical!

LoveBug: oh gosh! Lila are you okay?

TrueBeauty: Alya! I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: But they need to know Lila especially since they keep siding with her!

PinkBean: Really?

PinkBean: When after school?

TrueBeauty: She attacked me around 4 today!

PurpleBean: oh rlly?

PinkBean: That doesn’t make sense though because Marinette was with us today at four. We left the school together.

TrueBeauty: This is what I was afraid of! Marinette has twisted you two into lying for her! See Alya this is why I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: Don’t worry I’ll handle this girl.

Juleka Couffaine was removed by BossFox.

PinkBean: Alya?! Really?!

Rose Lavillant was removed by BossFox.

BossFox: Alright girls we have to help keep Adrien safe from his Stalker!

LoveBug: I’ll tell Ivan, I’m sure him and the other boys will be more than happy to help!

TrueBeauty: oh I don’t know what I would do without you girls!

Diamonds

8:15 pm

BlueDiamond: Alix just showed up at my house with Calendula Pink Surprise.

GreenDiamond: Oh? Tikki must be in love.

BlueDiamond: She is, hasn't left the plant since I placed it in my room. I’d send a picture but she obviously wouldn’t show up.

BrownDiamond: Pray tell cousin dearest why did she gift you with flowers?

GreenDiamond: Mir is having another Pride and Prejudice movie marathon…

BrownDiamond: It is a gift to the world!

BlueDiamond: Yes yes one of the best books out there we know.

BlueDiamond: She apologized for everything, also, she may know I’m Ladybug.

BrownDiamond: Well duh, Calendula? Ladybugs love those flowers.

BlueDiamond: She told me that she honestly just thought it was a little rivalry between Lila and me. That is until Alya made a group chat purposely excluding me.

GreenDiamond: Really?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, she said it would be their ‘drama free’ group chat. Not the beat part though.

BrownDiamond: Go on, I've got my movie paused.

BlueDiamond: Apparently I am stalking Adrien and they need to protect him from me.

GreenDiamond:...

BrownDiamond:...

BrownDiamond: My god Marc I can hear you from my room, breathe!

BlueDiamond: I thought the penthouse walls were soundproof?

BrownDiamond: They are.

GreenDiamond: cant breathe

BlueDiamond: I’ve done it.

BlueDiamond: I’ve killed our cousin.

BrownDiamond: Sometimes I wished you’d live here with us Mar.

BlueDiamond: I am thinking about it.

BlueDiamond: Mama and Papa have told me before I can, and it’ll be much easier to avoid Alya.

BrownDiamond: [Image.png]

BlueDiamond: oh my gods breathe

BlueDiamond: is that..

BlueDiamond: Is that Nathaniel’s hoodie?

BrownDiamond: he has rolled over and hid his face in his pillow.

BrownDiamond: Should I tickle the information out of him?

BlueDiamond: hmm permission granted

BrownDiamond: [Video]

BlueDiamond: Awe Marc!!

BrownDiamond: I am outraged he has been dating you for so long and never asked our permission!

BlueDiamond: Mireille give Nathaniel a break, besides not many people know that we are cousins

GreenDiamond: Actually he didn’t know until tonight that we are. Also Mar, expect something from him soon, he knew the truth but didn’t know how to apologize to you.

BrownDiamond: So he is the reason you left the penthouse so quick after your lessons!

GreenDiamond: Shut up Mir!

BlueDiamond: Get some sleep you two, I’ll talk over moving to the penthouse with Mama tomorrow.

BrownDiamond: Goodnight Mar

GreenDiamond: Wait really?!

GreenDiamond: Mar!!

GreenDiamond: You torture me so!

BrownDiamond: Go to sleep Marc.

GreenDiamond: Fine I’ll just ambush her tomorrow.

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After Eight -- The Cat Returns fanfic:

So... I had a Ghibli movie marathon recently and remembered my old childhood OTP of Haru and the Baron. Then I read a few fanfics by @catsafarithewriter and landed in another fandom abyss, lol. And that later spawned this au one-shot from a prompt I read. Anyway, this is my first time publishing anything for another fandom so hopefully it’s good. Enjoy! ^_^

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Human AU -- “I need to finish my term paper and you’re the only 24-hour internet cafe open. Help me.”

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The front door of their small flat closed with a soft click as Haru shrugged her backpack higher onto her shoulder and soon hurried down the corridor and out onto the streets with a determined step. To be fair, Hiromi and Tsuge did try their best to accommodate her as she stared helplessly at her computer screen within her bedroom while they giggled and chatted on the sofa. And though Haru managed to continue through her term paper despite the late hour; her concentration quickly began to wane while the tell-tale sounds of snogging managed to reach her ears despite the closed bedroom doors. So, she rather quickly decided to pack up her supplies and laptop, stuff them into her school bag, and exit the flat in an attempt to find somewhere quiet.

Of course, she didn’t really consider the fact that a) it was 10 in the evening on a Friday and b) she would need wifi if she were going to try and continue her paper.

“There has to be somewhere open…” she groaned, having passed another bar filled with her fellow college students enjoying the beginning of their weekend. “Why are there so many bars everywhere?!”

After traversing the streets for a good 20 minutes, all the while debating if she could chance stealing the wifi from a late-night McDonalds, the brunette soon found herself pausing to stare at the building her feet seemed to have led her to. It was a rather quaint building, reminiscent of European cafes with it’s white and green paint and black sunshade. Written beside the glass and wooden doors was a simple plaque with the words The Cat Bureau scrawled across in dark lettering. However, it was the petite sticker smacked boldly on the corner of one of the windows with a drawing of a cat on a laptop reading “free wifi” that nearly made Haru weep tears of joy.

“Oh, thank God; an internet café!” she beamed with delight before hurrying inside.

If she thought the outside was charming, the interior was spectacular. Alongside the windows were various tables with off-set white tablecloths and a small flower vase as a centerpiece, while opposite sat a wrap-around wooden bar complete with stools. The entire room was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the hanging antique light fixtures and Haru couldn’t help but be captured by the small café. “Wow, this place is beautiful…”

“You are too kind Miss,” an accented voice chimed, causing her to swivel to the source.

Standing behind the countertop was a man, perhaps a few years older than Haru herself, offering her a kind smile with a rag in hand. Though Haru was practically half-asleep due to exhaustion and the creeping energy withdrawals her last study-snack tried to prevent, even she couldn’t deny how attractive the man was. Slightly tousled tawny locks and vivid green eyes stared back at her with an intensity that caused her face to take a distinct pink tint. His attire was a bit formal, what with the crimson vest and collared shirt with a bowtie- though his black apron and rolled sleeves didn’t undercut the professional appearance.

“Erm, I’m sorry- were you closing soon? I can leave if you want. It’s just that I saw you had free wifi and I needed a space where I could finish my term paper…”

The man gave a gentle laugh, “no worries Miss, this is a 24-hour café; stay as long as you like. The Bureau doesn’t often receive customers on Friday evenings, what with many preferring venues that serve alcohol.”

Haru grinned, “you’re a life saver. And this place, I’ve never seen such an amazing café before.”

“Thank you, and please sit wherever you like. Make yourself at home. Is there anything you would perhaps like to order?”

Taking a spot at one of the tables near the window, Haru immediately glanced at the menu resting upon the table, looking over the pamphlet for something cheap that would keep her awake. She was rather impressed by the modest selection- ranging from teas and beverages to cakes, sandwiches, and even a few pastries. “I’ll just have a cup of the house blend tea, please.”

The man smiled, “as you wish.”

If the food wasn’t going to bring her back here, the charming waiter certainly was- though as quickly as the thought crossed her mind Haru prayed her internal feelings didn’t make themselves known with the reddening of her face.

Quickly pulling out her laptop and research materials, in an attempt to finish her work and not stare at the handsome waiter, Haru set to work on trying to finish her paper. The quiet atmosphere gave a rather calm and ideal setting, allowing the brunette student’s work to continue at a steady pace. On occasion Haru would steal a glance to the waiter as he set about making her order, humming a gentle tune under his breath before returning to her paper. It was only when the cup and teapot was set gently beside her did Haru startle from her concentration while another plate- this one bearing a slice of angel food cake with whip cream and strawberries found it’s place beside her tea cup.

“Oh! Um, but I didn’t order-“

“On the house,” the man smoothly replied. “Besides, nothing goes better with tea than some angel food cake.”

Haru giggled, saving her work before closing the laptop and setting it aside for the meanwhile. “Thank you very much.” Pour a dash of milk into the cup, she raised it for a tentative sip and blinked in surprise. “Woah, that’s got to be the best tea I’ve ever tasted.”

“You flatter me with your kind words, Miss.”

“Wait, did you make this from scratch?”

The waiter laughed, “indeed I did. That’s my own personal blend, though it tends to be a little different each time so I’m afraid I can’t guarantee the taste.”

“Well, it’s certainly better than the school’s local Starbucks.” Haru complimented, making the man grin. “Did you make the cake as well?”

“Unfortunately, no. While I am no stranger to the kitchen, that particular cake was made by our resident chef Muta. He has a penchant for sweets which has earned quite a following from the locals.”

“I don’t blame them, if the cakes are as good as the tea- I don’t think I’ll be able to go anywhere else.”

This time the man gave a teasing smirk, “and here I thought it was the free wifi drawing in customers.”

Haru laughed, “well, it certainly did help. I’d take a quiet café with wonderful tea over my small flat and a roommate making out with her boyfriend any day.”

“Well, that certainly would cause a bit of a distraction to a working student. If that’s the case, feel free to stay as long as you like Miss.”

“Haru,” she answered back. “My name, it’s Haru.”

He gave her a soft smile that made Haru’s stomach do nervous flips as bright green eyes met her own warm caramel irises. “Humbert von Gikkingen, at your service but please; call me Baron.”

Now it was Haru’s turn to give a small smirk. “So, Baron… this teapot looks like there is enough for another cup or two. Maybe, you would like to share it?”

This time it was Baron’s turn to flush the faintest pink before giving a rather delighted grin and retrieving another cup from behind the counter and taking the seat across from her. “I would be honored. After all, nothing makes a cup of tea better than sharing it with a rather fetching young woman.”

If Haru’s face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now- and judging from the slight mirth dancing in Baron’s eyes, the warmth of her face was easy to spot.

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“I didn’t even know we had a 24-hour internet café near the campus.” Hiromi commented in confusion, “must have been nice since you didn’t come back till after midnight.”

“Hey, I was giving you and Tsuge some space so I could work on my paper.��

Hiromi grinned, “uh huh, then why were you frantically typing this morning in an attempt to finish it? Maybe you got distracted on your little night excursion.”

“Yes, by tea and cake.” Haru answered dryly, trying to keep calm and prevent a tell-tale blush to creep up her face. “Trust me Hiromi, you’ll love the place.”

“Alright Haru, I- hey is this the place?”

The two girls stopped in front of the familiar white and green painted café, same black sunshade up though this time there were a few tables set up outside and a few more customers than the previous night. However, this time, a waitress with white-blonde hair and a pink ribbon around her neck was serving customers outside while inside a tall and thin black-haired man clad in the similar formal attire Baron wore yesterday tend to the waiting patrons. Yet she couldn’t hide the small frown at the lack of Baron’s presence, wondering if perhaps he only covered the evening shift.

It was then did she finally hear Hiromi’s laughter, when the chestnut-haired brunette pointed to a sign on the door. “Haru, you did read the sign before you went in this place last night, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

She merely silently pointed to the hours of operation, which clearly stated that the café was only open from 09:00 AM – 10:00 PM, with it opening later in the morning on Sundays. Haru felt her jaw drop slightly as her face turned cherry red while Hiromi merely laughed louder.

Of course, she did get a slight just desserts when the two friends were seated inside and Haru noticed Baron nearly fly out of the kitchen, hastily tying his black apron before catching her gaze. The black-haired waiter was whispering frantically to him while Baron looked to be offering some polite apology. Though when he caught Haru’s eye he couldn’t help the knowing smile on his face while Haru gave a rather sheepish look as he approached the table to take their order.

“Welcome back, Miss Haru. I hope your paper was a success.”

“Yeah, it really was…. Especially after the extra 2 ½ hours I worked on it last night.” She said with an embarrassed groan. “I am so sorry for butting into your café last night. If I knew you were closed I would have left and-“

“Think nothing of it, you needed somewhere to work and I was happy to help.” Baron replied with a kind, though slightly tired smile from the previous evenings unintentional long shift. “Perhaps… I could suggest another cup of our house blend in the name of bygones?”

Haru gave a shy smile, “yes please.”

“Make it two,” Hiromi added. “And whatever pastry you would recommend.”

“Certainly. I shall return momentarily, ladies.”

As Baron returned to the counter, Hiromi waited perhaps 2.1 seconds before whirling upon Haru with a large grin reminiscent of a satisfied shark. “Do you think he’ll write his number on the napkin for you to take home?”

While Haru didn’t make a point of causing scenes in public places, she couldn’t help flicking a sugar cubes at her friend’s laughing face. Though judging from the laughter dancing in Baron’s vibrant emerald eyes and the tint of pink dusting his cheeks, she wouldn’t be complaining if that was the case.

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