#post reveal established relationship

[galahadwilder]

After a week of insisting to Alya that no, he and Marinette were not going to get together, he's in love with another girl, Adrien is both delighted and mortified to learn that actually, the other girl is Marinette and he's been acting like an ass all week. He falls into being Marinette's boyfriend quickly and easily, with all the gooey idiocy expected from a Lovesquare relationship, but one question keeps eating at him:

What is he going to tell Alya?

After all, he's been telling Alya no for a week. It won't be believable if he just suddenly claims he changed his mind, and he doesn't want her to think that he considers Marinette a second choice or backup option. He needs an explanation that sounds plausible while also not making it clear that he's not settling.

He shuffles through explanations with desperation. Maybe he and Marinette were secret pen pals? Or they knew each other from virtual Mecha Strike events, but only by their gamertags? They've actually been secretly dating for months but had to hide it from his dad? He'd realized he'd fallen out of love with the "girl from his work" and realized he'd actually been in love with Ma--no, she'd never believe that. He was so used to Anime relationships that he'd mistaken respect for love? Maybe, hard stretch, not great.

The next day at school, Alya sees the two of them necking and asks what changed, and Adrien launches into a long, complicated, incomprehensible explanation that he hopes will mollify her while protecting their identities.

This is approximately when Marinette realizes that she forgot to tell him that Alya found out a year ago.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #adrienette #adrinette #identity reveal #post reveal established relationship #original content #crack #post gang of secrets

[sariahsue]

The Five Times They Predicted They Were Going to Get Married and the One Time They (FINALLY) Got Engaged

A few minutes after the reveal, Marinette and Adrien stood in her room and stared at each other. (Marinette realized her mouth was open and quickly shut it.) They'd agreed it was time to let each other in, be friends on both sides of the mask, be a team no matter the clothes they were wearing.

It turned out, they already kind of were.

Marinette knew she should say something, make a joke to ease the tension, or at least smile at him to reassure him that she wasn't freaking out. The problem was, she was freaking out. Adrien Agreste was standing in the middle of her bedroom, pinning her in place with his stare. It was a relief when he started scanning her room, at least until his eyes rested on her screensaver and then widened when he registered when he saw the hearts around his pictures.

She dove in front of the screen, knocking her keyboard onto the floor with a clatter and scattering everything else on her desk, including her framed picture of him. Adrien's photogenic face smiled up at both of them blankly. The real Adrien stared at her, a real smile forming.

"Can I have some paper?" he asked.

"P-paper?" Marinette was still trying to process everything. Why exactly was she hiding her feelings from him? Didn't she want him to know? She felt like her brain was a puzzle that had just been dumped on the floor, all 1,000 pieces scattering everywhere.

"And a pen, if I could?"

"Uh." Marinette looked around. She had those things, right? "Sure."

After staring straight at a cup full of pens for a full 15 seconds, she finally realized that, yes, she did have one he could borrow. She handed it to him, along with a piece of pink lined paper she ripped out of the back of a notebook.

He bent low over her desk as he wrote, blocking her view with his head and his other hand. He paused once, made sure she was watching him with curiosity, and kept going. His strokes were slow and large and deliberate.

"What are you writing?"

"A note for you." He straightened, then folded it into quarters, carefully creasing the edges.

Marinette held her hand out for it, but he tucked it into his pocket.

"I'll let you see it later. I promise."

"You're such a weird cat." It was an automatic response.

He cocked his head to the side and smiled in a very Chat-like way, and the two separate images she had of him shattered and reformed into one in an instant.

"So when can I read it?" she asked.

Adrien smiled, patted his pocket, and didn't answer.

---

A week after the reveal, Ladybug sat on a roof in the cool night air, yearning. She was late for patrol (as usual). Chat Noir was on time and waiting for her (as usual). But this time, she waited, watching him. Moonlight reflected off his shoulders. His hair shone.

And Ladybug's heart was racing. No, no, she wasn't going to tell him her real feelings tonight after all. But she would and soon. After all, she'd have to get over her nerves if she was going to marry him some day.

She would come up with some fantastic way to ask him out, she decided. Something that would sweep him off his feet and show him how much he meant to her. Ladybug blew him a kiss and then swung over.

---

Three weeks after the reveal, Marinette was face-to-face with Adrien, standing in the shambles of her attempt. Alya had called it The Rube Goldberg Machine of Getting a Date, and now all the pieces were strewn around them. Confetti cut into the shapes of flower petals and hearts sat in sad, wet clumps. Strips of paper that should have been arranged neatly into a poem she wrote were scattered by the wind. And the hundred origami cranes that took her forever to make were crumpled and bent. Adrien was in the middle of it with her, looking bewildered.

"What was all this for?"

Marinette crossed her arms and hugged herself, eyes downcast. "I was trying to ask you out."

Adrien laughed, light and happy, like the best thing in the world had just happened unexpectedly, like his umbrella had just closed on her, and she fell in love with him a little harder.

"For real?" he asked. "Because I was planning to ask you out today too!"

"Can I-" they both asked at once.

Adrien beamed, then waved for her to continue.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked.

He leaned in. "Guess what I was just about to say."

Marinette briefly wondered if this was what being married to him would be like, this much fun and excitement, this in sync, every day for the rest of their lives. She wondered right up until his lips touched hers and chased every other thought away.

---

One month after the reveal, Adrien came over for a "meet the parents but as a couple this time" date. Dinner had been amazing, Tom and Sabine were overjoyed for both kids, and when the limo pulled up and signaled the end of the evening, Marinette wished she didn't have to let him go.

He stood in the bakery's open doorway, one hand on the knob, another bringing Marinette's hand up to his lips for a kiss. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, M'Lady."

Her heart pounding, Marinette let him slip out of her grasp and be driven away. She didn't move until the car disappeared around the corner, and when she turned, she was surprised to find her parents still there, smiling at her. She'd forgotten all about them.

"I'm glad you like him," she said very seriously as she walked back toward the stairs. "Because I'm going to marry him someday."

---

One year after the reveal, Marinette went to meet Adrien in the school library. Class had just gotten out for the day, and she knew he would be studying there, and she missed him. And also she needed some help with a history essay. (But mostly she just missed him.)

He was easy to spot in the middle of the room, scrolling slowly through his phone. Marinette slipped toward him and peeked over his shoulder.

Wedding dresses. Adrien was looking at page after page of wedding dresses. Her mind wasn't sure if she should laugh, cry, or just kiss him, so her body decided to let out a high-pitched squeak instead.

Adrien jumped, saw her, and slammed his phone face-down on the table. His gaze refused to find hers, instead landing everywhere else in the room.

Marinette found her voice first. "Wondering what you'll look like all dressed in white?"

A blush started at his hairline and leaked all the way down his face and onto his neck. "N-no, it was just research. For fashion trends! Because Father was thinking about branching out, maybe. He mentioned it. I think. So I thought-"

She gathered her courage and cut him off. "When we get married-"

Adrien's eyes snapped to hers in an instant.

"-I'm designing my own dress, and it'll be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."

Careful not to break eye contact, he stood until their faces were only millimeters apart. "But what if I've already seen the most beautiful thing?"

This time, words failed her completely. She didn't know what to do. Except to kiss him with everything she had, right there in the library.

Marinette started designing that night.

---

Six years after the reveal, Marinette and Adrien were out of high school and starting to feel like real adults. They had adult jobs and responsibilities and were starting to make long-term plans for their futures.

Unfortunately, along with those adult jobs and responsibilities came very little free time for dates, so tonight was a special treat. He'd taken her to an early dinner to a fancy restaurant, then for a private boat ride down the Seine, and now it was twilight and they were walking through the neighborhood they'd grown up in. He was pointing out memorable places from their past (like she would have forgotten where they'd asked each other out or shared their first kiss!), and she was veerrrry suspicious of his reasons for bringing her all around the city. Every time he stopped, her heart jumped to her mouth in anticipation.

They turned a corner down an unfamiliar street, and then he paused.

She gripped his hand tighter.

"You know, I tried to get a carriage ride for this part," he said. "I'm sorry if you're getting tired of all this walking."

It was quieter and more private than any other street that they'd been down so far, but nothing sparked a memory. He probably wouldn't ask her here. "I get to savor the extra time with you if we walk, Chaton."

"Do you know where we are?" He pointed directly above them.

All she could see was open sky. The street was narrow, and so the buildings were close together. No clouds and no stars appeared above them in the small gap.

"What am I looking at?"

"Ha! I knew you wouldn't remember." His expression was smug and soft at the same time. Somehow. "This is where we first met."

This was where she'd crashed into him that first day? Really?

And then it hit her full force. Marinette gasped. This was it. This was it this was it THIS WAS IT!

Adrien reached into his pocket. Tears started prickling the corners of her eyes.

He pulled out a crumpled piece of pink paper.

"Uh." Marinette deflated slightly. "What?"

Adrien had the nerve to chuckle at her reaction. "Do you remember the note I wrote for you right after the reveal?"

"Vaguely." It had been so long ago, but she remembered how the curiosity had plagued her for months. (She'd gone through his stuff only twice to look for it. She was proud of herself for that.) "Didn't I call you a dork or something?"

"Yeah." He handed it to her. "Something."

Marinette unfolded it. On it was one single line.

Will you marry me?

When she looked up, Adrien was already on one knee and holding a ring.

She did start crying then.

"I wanted you to know," he said, "that I was sure about you, even back then."

Marinette was so breathless she wasn't able to choke out the words, so she just nodded furiously and flung her arms around him. Both kneeling, they held each other, until the laughing and the crying subsided, and she wedged her left hand in between them and wiggled her fingers at him.

"Oh, right!" He let her out of a crushing hug only long enough to slip the ring on. It fit like her finger had been its mold. Rubies and emeralds stood in place of a diamond. Unconventional for an engagement ring. It matched their relationship perfectly.

"I was sure about you, even back then too," she said.

Adrien kissed her again.

---

Author’s note: No conflicts. Just croissants.

#adrinette #love square #post reveal established relationship #ml #miraculous ladybug

[freedvmrouge]

By pure, utter coincidence, I was on the Roy Harper/Jason Todd ao3 tag and opened these three (3) fics consecutively. Read them in random order, but then I realized how they could be in the same universe. And as far as I’m aware, all the authors had no collaborative discussion about it. I found it amusing, and it’s yk, the Roy - Jason - Lian family, which I love, so I’m sharing it! 

Makes Three by metukah ⁕ @metukah​

Someone drops a baby off at Jason and Roy's Gotham apartment. What are they supposed to do if not keep her?

Getting Together - 1.1k

(Not) Fake Married by DarbyDoo22 ⁕ @darbydoo22​​

Dick asks Jason to fake marry him to avoid annoying advances at another one of Bruce’s galas, except Jason is apparently already married? Dick doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Established Relationship - 1k

Why not both? by devils_ivy

Jason gets injured on a mission and his family comes to see him. Only, his siblings don't realise that he has another family. Or that he was seeing someone at all.

Secret Relationship - 1.2k

#roy harper #jason todd #lian harper #jayroy #double red #ao3 #fanfic #rec #getting together #established relationship #secret relationship #relationship reveal #i couldn't find devils_ivy's tumblr or other socmed #also lmk if this post is unwelcome and i'll remove it #dc #dc fanfic

[seas-of-silver]

I saw this video about a girl pranking her boyfriend by referring to him as her husband while placing a food order, and he got so freaking happy about it - it immediately made me think of established relationship post-reveal Adrienette and so I sent the vid to @frostedpuffs's discord server and got to talking with her, @skribbz, @lesbitorte, @galahadwilder and @rustyace:

this honestly reads like a buggachat comic, so like... bugga... if you're looking for comic inspo, we humbly offer you our ideas~

#love square calling each other “husband” and “wife” #but they're only dating #established relationship #post reveal #I would love to see this as a buggachat comic ngl #convos in discord #fandom friends #miraculous ladybug #ml #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #ml love square #adrienette #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe

[aalissy]

Pick-up Lines

Welcome to my daily dose of Adrienette fluff haha. That’s alllll this chapter is. Just Adrienette being a cute, flirty couple. It does contain some pretty general s5 spoilers so pls be aware of that before reading! Lemme know what you think!

AO3

Marinette and Adrien were in the cafeteria, enjoying their lunch break together. One of their hands was delicately entangled underneath the table causing Marinette’s heart to race. 

How long had she dreamed of this very thing happening? And now, she got to hold Adrien’s hand anytime she wanted. Could even kiss him whenever she wanted! Honestly, dating him was a literal dream come true. 

Finally, she felt comfortable with both herself and him. Her heart and brain knew that this wasn’t a prank anymore. Adrien truly did love her.

“What’s your favorite way of flirting?” Adrien asked her, chomping on an apple with his other hand.

Marinette blinked, feeling her cheeks pinken. Flirting? Before they were dating, she could barely even manage to stutter two words around him. Flirting would have been nice. 

With a quiet giggle, she dug her teeth into her lower lip before avoiding his gaze. “Well... I don’t know if you could call it flirting exactly but I used to come up with these elaborate plans to confess. Uh, and most of them were centered around, well, y-you.”

Suddenly, Marinette felt vulnerable. Yes, Adrien knew that she had been in love with him for a while but it still felt awkward talking with him about it. Like she should still be protecting this part of her heart as she had done for so long.

Adrien chuckled and she finally managed to peek up at him from beneath her lashes. He was smiling, his emerald eyes glimmering at her playfully. He leaned forward, a smirk on his face that caused her to relax her tensed shoulders. “Ah, yes. My code name was Buttercup, right?”

Her eyes widened with shock. Anxiety and amusement wrestled for dominance inside of her before Marinette shook her head and the feelings away. 

“H-how do you know about Buttercup?”

“A friend told me.” He winked at her. 

An air of smugness surrounded him, almost like he knew something she didn’t. Ugh, she was so going to kill Alya after this. How could her best friend spoil her secret like that?

Feeling embarrassed, Marinette began to move the hand Adrien was holding back to her lap when he grabbed it before she could. 

“I-I’m sorry. Was that too much? I just thought that those plans were really sweet,” he said. A crooked, shy grin was on his face, and suddenly he looked much more like Adrien.

“S-sweet, really?” Marinette stuttered, her face flaming. All at once, she wished she had gained the confidence to actually follow through with her plans. Maybe this could have happened much sooner if she had. 

“Mhm,” he hummed with a nod of his head. “My flirting style is a lot cheesier.”

“Oh really?” she asked playfully. Marinette leaned in, a smile on her face as she rubbed her thumb over Adrien’s. Suddenly, she felt much more confident and at ease. “And what is your flirting style?”

Adrien chuckled, his cheeks looking a lot pinker than they had before. He scratched the back of his neck before saying, “It tends to involve, um, pick-up lines. The punnier the better.”

Marinette threw her head back with a laugh. Oh, that was just adorable.  

Her younger self would have absolutely melted if Adrien ever used a cheesy, awkward pick-up line on her. Who was she kidding? Her current self would melt if he used a pick-up line on her.

“Any examples?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re the butter to my croissant.” Adrien squeezed her hand, a goofy grin on his lips.

Marinette instantly burst into giggles, shaking her head. “No, actually, I think you’ll find that you’re the butter to my cup.”

He got quiet, an even darker flush slowly spreading across his face. 

After a while, she frowned, tilting her head in concern. “Adrien?”

“I thought you said you weren’t good at flirting?!” He practically whined, a pout forming on his lips.

Her mouth dropped open with surprise. “I-I’m not... Adrien that was just a terrible joke I made!”

“Nope. That was adorable. Just like you. How am I meant to function with how cute you are?”

Marinette scoffed feeling giddiness rise up inside of her. Alright, if cheesy jokes got Adrien to flush like that she could definitely play this game. “Well, you better learn to function because I'm not planning on getting any less cute anytime soon," she teased, winking at him mischievously.

Adrien choked, his hand pulling away from her grip as he placed both of them on his heart. “Okay, that’s it. You’ve officially killed me. Yep, I’m dead.”

He flopped down in his chair, closing his eyes as he stuck his tongue out. Goodness, surely he knew just how cute he was?

Playing along, Marinette draped a hand over her forehead. “Oh no! We don’t want that to happen! However can I bring you back to life?”

 He cracked an eye open, peering at her. “I’m not sure. I’ve heard that, um, a kiss of life might help?”

Biting her lip to suppress a smile, Marinette solemnly nodded her head. “Right, of course! I’ve heard that they can solve anything.”

Quickly, she leaned across the table and brushed a kiss on Adrien’s cheek. Her heart practically thundered in her ears at the contact. She loved him so much.

“Oh, that almost did it. M-maybe one more and everything will be all better?”

There was a hopeful look on his face and she gave him a small, knowing smile. Leaning over again, she placed a lingering, long kiss on his other cheek. Pulling back, Marinette giggled at the almost dazed expression Adrien was currently wearing. “Did that work? Are you back to life yet?”

“Yep!” He bobbed his head up and down faster than she had ever seen it. “That worked! But, I may, um, need more of those in the future. J-just to make sure?”

He was such a dork. Giving him a fond look, Marinette took his hand in hers once more. “That sounds like it could be arranged.”

Adrien opened his mouth to say something else when the bell for their next class rang. They both sighed with disappointment, sad that they couldn’t continue their little games.

“Can I walk you to our next class?”

“Of course.” Marinette smiled back at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze. Standing up, they threw away their remaining food before heading to their next class. 

On their way, she quickly made a mental note to continue making cheesy pick-up lines already. She only wished that she had started using them sooner. Her old self would have loved to know she could make Adrien blush with a cute, flirty joke.

#adrinetteapril2023 #adrienetteapril2023 #adrinette #adrienette #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ml fic #fic #fanfic #love square #established relationship #pre reveal post relationship #pre reveal #post relationship #ml s5 spoilers #miraculous spoilers #ml spoilers #mlb spoilers

[bingqiu-fanfics]

Words: 1,274 Summary: Luo Binghe rolls to his back, looking up at their bed’s canopy. “When you invited me to sit in your carriage... that was you?” “Yes,” Shen Qingqiu says warily. “I was fourteen,” Luo Binghe says. “But if Shen Qinqgiu’s body wasn’t your own, how old were you?”

Post-canon Bingqiu discuss Shen Yuan's identity and Luo Binghe's old man fetish rears its ugly head. Short, sweet, and really funny, definitely read if you're looking for a quick laugh

#short #Post-Canon #Fluff #Humor #Established Relationship #Shen Yuan Reveal #Age Difference #SY!POV #Complete #bingqiu #bingqiu fanfiction #bingqiu fic rec #fic rec

[sparklingcubes]

When I first saw the Marichat kiss scene in Elation, I was very shocked. Like, not in a "omg finally they're in love with each other and kissed 😍" kind of way but more like, "holy shit I can't believe the writers just make Marichat, the Platonic side of the LS with capital P, where it consist of Marinette, who are obviously known to be down for Adrien, and Chat Noir, the biggest Ladybug simp ever, kissed lovingly and tenderly as if they have been wanting to do this since forever" kind of way.

#ml spoilers #marichat #ml elation #ml exaltation #maybe bcs I always see Marichat as a platonic comedic side #like how canon show the disaster brunch scene in Weredad #and the practice confession scene in Glaciator 2 #don't get me wrong the balcony scene in Glaciator was great but I love their feralness more in Glaciator 2 #i usually think Marichat as a romantic ship if it's post-reveal established relationship #but you know what #romantic Marichat and platonic Marichat are both good if they have done it well #be it post-reveal or pre-reveal #most ​fanon Marichat has lots of mischaracterization either about Marinette or Chat Noir #i trust canon way more when it comes to their dynamic and the characterizations #cubes talks

[overworkedunderwhelmed]

What's this about a NSFW followup??? 👀👀

Can't talk about one without the other:

The SFW Reveal fic with the 

NSFW follow up

Clocking in at 3300 between both fics already. I've been enabled by a bunch of people on this one. I just need health and time to cooperate.

A tease only for the first fic:

A Little Too Revealing

After Adrien asked so sweetly, Marinette was playing dress up.  

Over the years, she had made dozens of outfits that sat in her closet not being used, because it was still really hard to date as Ladybug--even while she was finally dating her very, sweet partner.

Patrol dates were always nice and all, but Adrien really wanted to take her out on a nice quiet date for a change.  

Which meant somewhere fancy.

Marinette bit her lip. Adrien's spending meant it might be really fancy. It left her all the more indecisive about which dress to wear. 

Not that Adrien was a big help. He just kept gushing about how amazing every single one was.

Inevitably, it had been too quiet for too long already, and the Universe demanded it's due.

Screams outside meant that something started to attack before any decision was made, leaving them both heroes scrambling through Marinette's skylight at the worst possible time.

#adrinette #post-reveal established relationship #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #two part series #WIP ask meme

[zaaaras]

this is pre lovesquare reversal ladynoir

i’ve never seen phineas and ferb

#wtf r we suppsoed to call before the lovesquare reversal #LIKE THERES PRE REVEAL POST REVEAL ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WHAT STAGE ARE WE IN NOW #normally i would call it reverse au. #however it isn’t am au and it’s canon #what world are we in #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml #ml s5 #ml s5 spoilers #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir

[galahadwilder]

The Scars War Leaves Behind

Chapter 2

AO3 is Linked in Bio

~

When he was a boy, Simon had loved comics. Knightowl had been his favorite—he'd related, in a lot of ways, to Sparrow, and he'd been inspired by the Dynamic Duo's insistence on doing the right thing, even in the face of overwhelming odds. Before Hawkmoth, Monarch, reading about the adventures of those superpowered Americans, how evil always lost and problems were always solved and villains always defeated, had been calming, inspiring—until Hawkmoth had terrorized Paris for half a decade without any sign of getting caught.

But before that, he'd read one comic that had been very... different. Darker, full of failure and loss, of broken heroes who sacrificed everything to win, and sometimes the wins weren't even worth it. Violent, bloody, desperate. He probably shouldn't have had his hands on it, not at that age, but he'd been fascinated. Horrified, but fascinated. And there had been some elements that had stuck out to him, that he remembers even to this day.

In the first chapter of the comic, there'd been an old joke about a therapist and a clown. He knows there’s an earlier version of the joke, but the one from the comic is the one he remembers:

A man goes to a therapist about his depression. He tells his therapist that life seems harsh and cruel, that he feels all alone in a threatening world, that what lies ahead is vague and uncertain.

The therapist thinks for a bit, then tells him, "I have an idea for you. The great clown Grimaldi is in town tonight. You should go and see him—that should pick you up!"

The patient bursts into tears. "But Doctor," he sobs, "I am Grimaldi!"

Looking at Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng—at Ladybug—the joke seems a lot less funny. With a lot of his patients, he frequently recommends calming their flashbacks or their panic attacks by imagining their fear as an Akuma and then visualizing themselves as Ladybug or Chat Noir, invincible, unstoppable, powerful enough to take on anything. It helps a lot of them—his whole generation grew up idolizing Ladybug, believing in her, looking up to her as the ultimate hero.

It doesn’t take a genius psychiatrist to recognize that, with this patient, that approach would only trigger her worse. One look in those haunted eyes and he knows, Ladybug is a trigger. Akuma aren’t something easily conquered, not to her—they’re fear and responsibility and pain and panic. Now that he’s looking for it, it’s pretty obvious that her glances around the room at his various superhero pictures and collectibles aren’t grounding her, they’re agitating her. And he’s not entirely sure what to do with that.

So he does the only thing he can.

”Start from the beginning,” he says, leaning forward and steepling his fingers.

Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng takes a deep, steadying breath, pulling her legs onto the chaise and crossing them under herself. “When I was 13,” she says, shrinking into herself, “I was late for my first day of school.”

Hearing that feels like queuing up for the bathroom at the back of an airplane and then suddenly getting hit by a train. It’s such a mundane thing to say, such an average, run-of-the-mill problem, he’d never have expected that to be the start of it. He’d figured it would be something bigger, something momentous, some moment where she’d found a secret cave behind a waterfall or met a wise old mentor who bestowed upon her the magic jewels. Not something as simple, as prosaic, as being late for school.

But if there’s one thing Simon has learned from this work, it’s that it’s the small things that stick in someone’s mind sometimes. And if something like that stuck… it would be because it was part of something very big. And sometimes starting small, starting with the mundane, is how his patients ease themselves into talking about the big, damaging stuff.

The way she tugs on her own fingers, not looking up at him, but staring resolutely at the Ladybug-red carpet—he'll have to do something about that for her visits, that's probably not a good color for her—only reinforces his assumption.

"I lived in my parents’ bakery, back then,” she continues. “It was right across the street from the school, but I was a chronic oversleeper.”

That’s another unexpected detail to file away about Ladybug, then. Not a morning person, probably very tired. More tired than she ever let on to the public. Even without the Akuma to keep her awake some nights.

”I was running across the street, and…" Her voice starts to grow more ragged as she speaks. "This... little old man." Her hands go completely still at the mention of this person. "He dropped his cane and fell, in the middle of the crosswalk. There were cars coming.”

Simon's stomach drops, knocking him back in his chair. The way she's speaking, the way she's moving, something clearly happened to this old man, something she's still dwelling on to this day. He remembers, in the comics he loved, how frequently the superhero would have some kind of tragedy in their backstory, some trauma that drove them. Did Mme. Dupain-Cheng watch this man get hit by a car? He knows full well the kind of effect something that violent would have on a 13-year-old—he's seen the haunted looks in patients who'd had to watch their parents or friends or siblings die, only to be magically brought back again. But this accident would be pre-Ladybug. Pre-cure.

Simon's mind spins, thinking about possibilities. Maybe this man been carrying the magic jewels, the Miraculous, and they'd spilled across the street for anyone to grab. Was that how Ladybug had gotten hers? Was that how Hawkmoth had gotten his?

"I ran back to help him up," she says, and Simon feels the tension in his shoulders release. Not that, then. Not the worst-case. Still, though, something bad happened to this man, something she still hasn't processed.

She brushes a bit of hair out of her face, still staring at the floor. "Apparently, that was the test!" she says—she's laughing, but there's no humor in it. "He purposely fell down in the street, and... whoever stopped to pick him up..."

It's not hard to notice her word choice. Whoever, she said. Implying that she felt like it could've been anyone. Implying two very different statements: I'm not special, and Why did it have to be me?

Then her face softens. "Adrien had a similar test, apparently," she says, and for the first time since she revealed her identity, she finally looks up and meets his eyes. "Master Fu fell down in front of him, too. He had to choose between his own freedom, or helping a stranger."

"Freedom?" That’s a concerning word, especially if this Adrien was the same or similar age to her when it happened.

"His dad..." She stops, starts picking at her fingers again. Her gaze shoots to the left, at the picture of the victorious super team taken less than an hour after Monarch’s arrest. "His... his father..." 

"You don't need to tell me anything you don't want to," Simon tells her, gently.

Marinette swallows, tearing her eyes away from the picture and back to Simon’s sweater. "...Okay."

"Adrien." Circling back to that. Talking about Adrien is the most comfortable, the happiest, he's seen her since she entered his office, and he wants her to be at ease. "This would be... Chat Noir?"

Marinette nods. "I think Fu was testing whether Adrien would use his power selfishly, or whether he'd put others first." She purses her lips. "I... my test was... it was so simple, in comparison. I don't even know what it was for."

Translation: I don’t know why I deserved to be Ladybug over anyone else. He suspects she does know, or at least did at one point, but it’s been buried under so much pain that she can’t retrieve the memory. But he does have a suspicion.

"How close were the cars?" he says.

Marinette blinks, startled. "I, um." She swallows, uncrossing her legs and pressing her feet down into the plush if the carpet. "I don't know."

Simon nods. He wouldn’t expect her to, but he’s willing to bet that there had to be at least some danger. "Maybe this... Master Fu?"

Marinette nods.

"Maybe Master Fu was testing to see if you'd put yourself in danger to save someone else."

As soon as he says it, he can see in her face that it's absolutely the wrong thing to have said. All of the shaky, nervous, extraneous movements suddenly stop; her face turns ashen as her eyes sink further into her head. He knows she's not in his office anymore—she's somewhere far away, somewhere dark and painful, and the hitch in her breath is the only way he can tell she's still alive.

"Mademoiselle?" he ventures, hesitant. He's tripped over a trigger, and he's uncertain as to how to proceed until he knows what it is.

"If—" she begins, then halts. Closes her eyes, tears squeezing out from the corners of her eyes. "If... if I'm the one who's supposed to be in danger..."

Simon's eyes widen as he straightens in his chair. Oh. Oh no. Oh no, he knows where this is going, this was just supposed to be a gentle introduction to—

"He... he k-keeps..." Marinette sobs, before slamming her fist into the couch's armrest, her voice rising to a tear-filled, grief-stricken scream. "S-s-stupid fucking bastard cat won't! Fucking! Stop! Goddamn! Dying!"

@ravnskold @shinyredjacket @bitterblue-city @bugaboooooooooo @steelblaidd @naresar @flightfoot @gentil-minou @mari13606 @trippingovermyfeet @caissa2021 @s-n-arly @dorkwingdad @ineedabettername2124 @fandomthoughts0620 @placeholdernr57@turtle-gem @sadwinistic @onenerdymoth @booksfoodmusic-minion @lady-charinette @backyardbob01 @turandont @mishkamitsukuni @northernbluetongue

#miraculous ladybug #my fic #original content #marinette dupain cheng #the scars war leaves behind #ptsd #grief #therapy fic #original therapist character #master fu #ml origins #adrienette #adrinette #post reveal established relationship #angst

[kasienda]

A Love Square Short Story: Displaced

Thanks to @chocoluckchipz​, @ladyofthenoodle​, and @jennagrinsoverml​ for the beta!! And to Ladyofthenoodle for organizing our little collection. Check out the other works!! They are all so different and I love that!!

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Adrien slipped through the front door to his flat. It was fully dark, and he was exhausted despite the fact that it was barely past nine in the evening. Social gatherings for society’s elite tended to do that.

 He loosened his tie and dropped his suit jacket unceremoniously across the back of the sofa that was already cluttered with unopened boxes, mail, and unfolded laundry.

 He really should have listened to Nino and hired a maid or cleaning person of some sort. But well, he still had a secret to keep, and keeping that secret was more important to him than ever.

 He moved to his bedroom on autopilot without turning on the light, intending to collapse into bed immediately.

 But when he tried to slip into his space, he found it was already occupied. He flipped his phone flashlight on towards the ceiling to light the room in a soft glow.

 In his wife’s place, Ladybug lay sprawled diagonally across the bed, and their beautiful four month old Emma was spreadeagled the other way, taking up far more space than she should be able to given she was a whole 62 cm long.

 As exhausted and slightly put out as he was, he found himself smiling. Everything was worth it when he came home to sights like these. He wanted to take a picture, but there wasn’t enough light. And such a photo shouldn’t exist anyway, to protect his growing family.

 He wanted to join them, but he also didn’t want to wake either of them. If Marinette was transformed she was beyond desperate for a boost of energy. And if she was      sleeping    in the suit, the magical rush hadn’t been enough.

 So instead, he turned off his light, and moved back to the living room, intending to sleep on the couch. He immediately rediscovered the couch was not exactly open and available without half an hour of prerequisite tidying.

 It was times like this where he really regretted they only had the one bed.

 He stood there staring at the cluttered mess, feeling torn when Emma’s sudden piercing cries made the decision for him.

 Ladybug’s breaking sobs sounded through the room only a few seconds behind.

 Adrien swept Emma up into his arms, and her cries diminished, but didn’t quite die out.

 “No, I’ll take her,” Ladybug objected, holding out her arms. He could still make out the tear tracks on her cheeks.

 He shook his head pressing a kiss onto the top edge of Ladybug’s mask while rocking a still crying and flailing Emma in his arms.

 “Let me take her for an hour or two. You get some sleep.”

 The silence spoke for itself. She wanted to accept his offer, but she had lingering anxieties.

 “She’s probably hungry,” she whispered.

 Which was unfortunately something Adrien couldn’t help with as Emma had so far absolutely      refused     to take a bottle. Not that he could blame his daughter for her discerning tastes. He enjoyed Marinette’s breasts as well.

 “When did you last feed her?” He still didn’t relinquish his hold on Emma.

 “19h30 ish. Maybe?”

 “So, she’s probably not hungry yet. She’s just awake. Go back to sleep.”

 Marinette shook her head and instead grabbed his arm.

 “Come cuddle with us? I’ve missed you.”

 “God, I missed you so much!” he echoed, sliding into the bed beside her, passing Emma over. “Going to those dinners without you is ten times as awful.”

 Ladybug, still laying on her back but with her knees bent up toward the ceiling, propped Emma up on her legs.

 Once back in her mother’s arms, Emma cooed happily at them both, her tiny little hands batting at Adrien’s offered finger. When she finally grasped it, she pulled it into her mouth and slobbered all over it.

 He grinned, and then turned to his wife. “You know I love you in red, but you might want to lose the suit.”

 Marinette glanced down, lifting Emma from her lap, to take in her spotted legs. “Oh god! I’m still transformed! I didn’t even realize. What if I had answered the door? Tikki’s gonna kill me.”

 “She won’t. She knows how exhausted you’ve been.”

 It had been difficult for him and Tikki both to watch Marinette burning the candle at both ends when there was only so much they could do to ease the burden.

 He had always thought that kwamis would serve as pretty good baby monitors, but Emma would hardly sleep five minutes outside of Marinette’s arms, so it wasn’t like an intelligent baby monitor would help at all.

 Ladybug vanished in a flash of pink, and Marinette lay in her place. And, to his point, Tikki only smiled down at the trio before darting off, no doubt in search of sweets.

 With a sigh, Marinette rolled over, pressing her back into his chest while bringing Emma in close to nurse.

 Adrien draped his arm over both of them. And in that moment, with his little family in his arms, he was positively delighted that they only had one bed.

#only one bed #miraculous ladybug fan fiction #family feels #ladrien #post reveal #love square #established relationship #pure fluff #which is something I didn't know I could write #my own content #Displaced #Writing collection #only1bed #babies #new parents #cosleeping

[grumpywaterfalls]

Family Matters

Family Matters by cleotheo

Harry Potter

Length: 29,553 (complete)

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Author Summary:

Shortly after Lucius is released from Azkaban, Narcissa is attacked and ends up in hospital. Draco and Hermione return to the country to support his parents, and while Hermione is getting to know her father-in-law she also has to deal with seeing her friends for the first time in years.

#Harry Potter #Draco/Hermione #cleotheo #hp: 25 to 50k #hp: complete #hp: teen #hp: fluff #hp: post hogwarts #hp: anti ron #hp: established relationship #hp: relationship reveal #hp: supportive malfoys

[enchantingjacarandas]

News

Pairing: Bang Chan / Seungmin

Tags: Exposed Relationship, K-pop Idols, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 3,301

Chan had been through a rough day. It seemed anything that could go wrong, was going wrong. He had lost all the progress he made that day working on his latest song. It was caused by the combination of forgetting to save and a blackout. Just his luck. 

He hopped onto the couch in his dorm and exhaled. Looking through his texts he saw a message from his boyfriend Seungmin. “Just a reminder you looked stunning today <3” Chan couldn’t help but smile at the message. Somehow, Seungmin always knew what to say.

As he tapped through his phone he saw a new video from the news youtube channel of KPOP Junkee. Having nothing better to do, he decided to watch it. He stared blankly at the screen. His demeanor started to melt after a few jokes in making a small smile creep onto his face. Then his heart started to race a little when he heard the transition to Stray Kids, as far as he’d known Stray Kids hadn’t done anything of recent that would be newsworthy.

“Normally, I don’t speak on issues till there is an official statement from the company or parties involved, but after how much attention this is gaining online I figured I would have to cover it. Photos have been leaked of Kim Seungmin and Bang Chan looking as if they were kissing. Now you have some people online debunking this, while others are saying the evidence is undeniable. Either way I think we need to respect the idols' privacy.”

Chan felt his blood run cold. He paused the video and sat frozen for a while. He let out an exhausted sigh and scratched his head in frustration. He searched on Twitter for the picture and it wasn’t hard because, of course, they were first on trending. He slightly prayed that it wasn’t him and Seungmin. 

He looked at the pictures he wasn’t even sure when it was taken, yet there was no mistaking it. The photo was sort of blurry, it looked like it had been taken from quite a distance. It was outside and Chan was wearing a colorful outfit while Seungmin had neutral colors. He searched for people debunking it. Hoping that they would have something he could latch onto in his statement.

Just then a ring pulled Chan from his thoughts. It was the door. He looked through the camera to see who was on the other side. It was Seungmin. Chan kept his face hidden down low as he opened the door. He quickly let his boyfriend inside. It was 3racha’s and Hyunjin’s dorm anyways, but Chan didn’t want any more photos to leak, adding to the story. Seungmin's tears had been evident from his red eyes and tear stained cheeks. Seungmin reached out his arm for a hug, but Chan backed away.

Chan surveyed the house and quickly shut down any of the open blinds. He double checked to make sure there was no way to be outside looking into the apartment. After making sure they were safe, Chan finally hugged Seungmin. Seungmin sighed in relief of finally being in his boyfriend’s embrace. He sobbed out as he buried his face in Chan’s neck.

Chan spoke, “Shhhh it’s okay.” He rubbed circles on Seungmin’s back.

“It’s not okay,” Seungmin said out of frustration. He pulled away a bit before hating the cold, wanting to be close to his boyfriend once again. He grabbed Chan and held him closer than before. Tears left behind with the cold.

“They are really blurry, we’ll figure out who posted them.” Chan soothed Seungmin while patting him on the head.

Seungmin’s voice came through muffled as kept his grip. “We were so careful. How did this happen?”

“I’m not sure. If I’m being honest, I don’t even know where the location in the picture is. I’m not sure if I’ve ever even been there.” Chan pulled away trying to remember where the photo could have been taken. 

“I knew this was a risk when we got together.” Tears welled up in Seungmin’s eyes as he sighed. “I guess, I just never actually thought this would happen. I thought we could be like those other couples that never get caught.”

“I know.” Chan needed to be strong. Like a true leader he would assess the situation and make plans. His feelings would have to wait for later. “Did the company call you?”

Seungmin nodded. “Yes, I told them I didn’t think it was me because I don’t remember that day either.”

“Yeah...” Chan bit his bottom lip while furrowing his brow. He wondered where and when this mystery picture was even taken.

Seungmin continued explaining the situation with the company. “They said they would release a statement tomorrow morning, because I told them you were asleep after a long day. They said after they get your statement they’ll say something.”

“Want to head to bed then?” A smile graced Chan’s lips as he spoke. Seungmin knew Chan well. It was hard for Chan to keep up his front. Seungmin made him feel safe and comforted. He allowed himself not to worry. He just wanted to be Seungmin’s boyfriend at that moment. The rest of the world could wait. It didn’t hurt that Chan was also in desperate need of sleep.

Seungmin exasperatedly spoke. “Yes please.” When no movement was made Seungmin gave Chan puppy dog eyes. “You mean together right?” Seungmin had almost fallen asleep when the company called him. At the news his nerves kept him on edge until he saw Chan. Once he was finally in Chan’s arms, his nerves drift away. He wasn’t quite ready for them to jolt him awake again. He hoped with Chan by his side the nerves would stay back and he could rest easy. 

“Of course together. You know I can’t sleep without you.” While dramatized, the statement was closer to the truth than a lie. Technically Chan could sleep without Seungmin, but only if he tired himself, to the point of passing out. He spent most of his nights like that, it was quite routine. However, with Seungmin around he was easily lulled into dream land. His body felt secure with him around.

They had originally wanted to dorm together but worried about raising too many red flags. They always ended up sleeping at different times regardless. Plus, it made sleeping with one another a more special and joyous occasion. At least that was what they told themselves to better cope with the empty nights.   

Chan grabbed Seungmin’s hand as he led him into his room. Seungmin’s eyes panned around, it was a room he had been in many times before. Sometimes he’d wait for Chan to get done working alone here. Other times he’d rush over as soon as he saw Chan was heading home and he’d pretend to sleep. Somehow Chan always seemed to know when he was faking it. Seungmin wondered what his tell was, but more enjoyed Chan catching him by making him laugh. Chan approached the bed as Seungmin watched.

“Channie, you should wash your face.”

Chan playfully pouted. “I don’t want to, I’m tired.”

“Want me to wash it?” Chan simply nodded his head in response with his classic childish smile. Seungmin chuckled at the sight. “How’d I get as lucky to have someone as cute as you for my boyfriend?” Chan beamed at the praise.

“Come on.” Seungmin spoke. Intertwining their hands, Seungmin lightly pulled Chan into the bathroom. Tiredly Chan closed his eyes and followed behind his boyfriend. Seungmin had let out a slight giggle at the childish nature of Chan. 

Seungmin grabbed the basket where Chan kept all his facial skin care. Chan stood in front of the sink while Seungmin sorted out everything he would need for tonight. Chan's eyes grew heavy. Turning to look at his boyfriend Seungmin saw the tired man and sighed. He decided he should just keep the routine simple for the night.

He placed a pink fluffy headband on his boyfriend and wore a matching white one. He had already done his night routine earlier but didn’t want his hair to get in the way. Then he propped himself up on the counter so Chan could look at the mirror or him while he worked. Seungmin was taller this way, thus felt like he could focus more on Chan. He glanced over Chan’s products and grabbed what he needed.

After Seungmin got Chan’s face wet he quickly got a towel to catch the water droplets falling off his face. Getting out Chan’s cleanser Seungmin placed some in his hand and then spread it on Chan’s face. He carefully avoided Chan’s mouth and eyes as he scrubbed around. After he was satisfied he washed off his hands along with Chan's face. Chan gave a little shake, almost looking like a dog who was caught out in the rain. Seungmin giggled as he got out the towel to help remove the excess water. After Chan was dry Seungmin got the next product. He dabbed a cotton pad with some toner and covered Chan’s face with it.

When Chan’s skin care routine was finally done Seungmin put everything away and pushed himself off the counter, back to the floor. He surveyed the room for what else they might need to do before bed. That’s when it caught his eye. He looked back over at Chan who was showing clear signs of tiredness. Seungmin decided he would try to be quick.

“Here’s your toothbrush.” Said Seungmin, while handing it to him. Chan took it with closed eyes, he kept them shut as he brushed his teeth. Seungmin chuckled at his boyfriend’s childish actions. His sleepy face always made him look so tiny. Seungmin secretly loved babying him. Although he tried his best to hide it, for fear of it getting old if it occurred too much.

Sleeping Seungmin had curled up next to Chan on the bed. He snuggled deeper into Chan’s neck. Chan's eyes suddenly shot open as a thought crossed his mind. He placed Seungmin’s arm off of him, he had to check if his theory was correct. Looking at their positions Chan knew there was no way he could get out of bed without waking Seungmin up. That’s what he gets for sleeping next to the wall. He decided to just rip the band-aid off and wake Seungmin up while getting out of bed.

Seungmin groaned. “You know I don’t mind your insomnia, but I was hoping we could get some sleep tonight.” 

”I’m sorry honey.” Chan placed a soothing hand on Seungmin’s arm before pulling away. “I can’t stop thinking about that photo. I don’t remember ever wearing that shirt.” 

Seungmin shook his head in response, pointlessly asking, “Does this have to be now?” Chan ignores him as he heads across the room.

“Seungmin, look at my closet.” Chan flicked on the lights as he opened up his closet door. Seungmin whined at the sudden brightness.

Seungmin stared blankly at the black void of Chan’s clothes. “Okay so…” 

“It couldn’t have been me, all my shirts are black.” Chan said as he gestured towards his clothes. Seungmin wanted to laugh at the absurdity in front of him, but was far too tired and grouchy to do so. It’s not like they always wore their own clothes, they were idols afterall. Seungmin did note that they wouldn’t usually kiss while on the job though. It might be the solution, but it wasn’t worth getting up for in Seungmin’s eyes.

“Channie, that's great, but let’s let morning Chan deal with that. Right now you need to comfort your grumpy boyfriend, who is in your bed.” Seungmin had just been reminded of their situation. He desperately wanted to sleep to forget about everything. Even if the calmness was just in his dreams. When he was almost there his boyfriend had woken him up, taking him away from serenity. It was now up to his boyfriend to fix things.

Chan slid into the bed next to Seungmin. “Oh, and how should I do that?” Seungmin smiled shyly. Chan slowly hovered over him, cadging him so he couldn’t run away.  Seungmin would be lying if he said he wanted to run though. He wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by his boyfriend.

Chan leaned in and pressed his lips on Seungmin's. It was gentle at first but slowly turned more passionate. Their lips were meant for each other, slotting together, like they had done countless times before. They knew one another, and thus were each other’s refuge. Seungmin’s hands started to wander to the bottom of Chan's shirt. One hand slid under while the other wanted the shirt to be gone and slightly pulled at it. 

“Are you sure?” Chan asked.

“I don’t wanna do everything, but we can have some fun. Right?” 

“Of course, anything you want.” Chan gave Seungmin a quick peck before taking off his shirt. Seungmin’s eyes couldn’t leave Chan's chest. It wasn't the first time he was seeing this view, but for a second he worried if it would be the last time. He chased the thought away by leaning up and kissing Chan’s neck.

“Seungmin, be careful, the last thing we need is a mark.” Seungmin soured at the statement. Chan was right, but Seungmin didn’t want to think about that stuff right now. He wanted to pretend everything was normal and that this was just another night. He feared if he didn’t pretend then he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

“Can we pretend this is just like any other night?” Seungmin gave his classic puppy dog eyes.

“Well if that’s the case, then…” Chan pushed Seungmin back onto the bed. Chan’s hand hovered over Seungmin’s buttoned PJ top. “Can I?”

“Yes, I don’t care if you leave marks.” Chan wondered for a second if he should really do it. As he un-buttoned the shirt he recalled that Seungmin didn’t have anything particularly revealing for stage outfits in the chest area. 

Chan smirked as he leaned in, sucking dark marks into Seungmin’s soft skin. Seungmin’s eyes fluttered closed as he focused on the feeling. The warmth on his neck. The ghosting of Chan’s hands around his body. His hands wandered to Chan’s back, he desperately wanted to claw out his feelings. He wanted Chan to know he was doing a good job instead he opted just to press down his palms with his feelings. Chan enjoyed the pressure. Chan added a few more marks before stopping and giving light kisses all around Seungmin’s body.

Chan glanced at Seungmin’s nipple before shaking off the idea. He knew if he ended up going too far he’d be lost in lust and they’d end up doing everything tonight. That wasn't what Seungmin wanted, so it wasn’t something Chan wanted.

Chan placed one last kiss on Seungmin’s neck before coming to a stop. The warmth of Chan’s breath cascaded over him. His mind stilled, this moment with his boyfriend made a peaceful wave of content washed over him. He fell asleep with Chan’s arms still around him. Chan slightly sat up after a bit to check if he was really asleep.

He stared at his sleeping boyfriend, he looked so serene. He began to wonder if he could imprint this moment as a memory. It didn’t feel like the last time they’d be sleeping together, but just in case Chan wanted to take it all in. He didn’t want to forget a single detail of his sleeping boyfriend. However, the longer he studied the more heavy his eyes grew. Eventually sleep crept up on him and he slowly drifted into his dreams.

Even though this was a stressful time, Stray Kids still had to keep up appearances. Besides, if they canceled anything, it would only add to the rumors. They were currently backstage getting ready to perform for a show. The members were getting makeup done, sleeping, or simply keeping to themselves. 

Seungmin peered at Chan across the room. Seungmin had recommended they keep their distance unless behind closed doors. Yet, he wondered how Chan was taking it and what he was doing on his phone. 

After dying in his game once again Chan looked for another app to bring him entertainment. He scrolled through Twitter and read various comments.

“The statement saying they don’t recall anything is just a plain lie. They are just coming up with a lame excuse, but the evidence is obvious.”

“Apparently the hacker who posted the first photo said they are going to release more. Is it bad if I’m excited to see more of them?”

“This whole situation is disgusting. Why does everyone feel like it's okay to out people just because they're famous?” 

In reply another comment followed. “Shut up, don't take the fun out of this. My ship is sailing!!!”

“Do you guys think Chan is seeing some of our comments? Maybe you guys should be more respectful just in case.”

Chan turned his phone off and sighed. This whole situation only seemed to be making their fans into a warzone. Chan wondered if the hacker was the real deal or if they were just someone trying to mess with him and Seungmin. Either way, he just wanted the drama to go away.

Chan smiled when he saw the new K-pop Junkee update. He was excited the truth was finally out. 

“Hello, today we are going to start with the update for the Stray Kids situation I talked about last week. The person posting the photo previously claimed they were a hacker. Stating they got access to the picture and more photos during a blackout at the JYP building. However, after more released photos people started noticing some of the pictures looked similar to something else. Yes. That's right, it turns out the photos had been edited from a Thai BL series. It looks like all the photos were pulled from multiple BLs.

The hacker apologized on social media saying they thought the pictures were real and that’s why they released them. You had some people saying that even if they were real the hacker shouldn’t have done anything for it’s up to the idol to say when they're in a relationship straight or otherwise. People also said that it’s not cool to out idols and everyone deserves to come out when they want. Even if you want idols to be gay or think they might be, wait until they are ready.”

Although this situation had caused much of a disturbance in Chan’s life he felt like he had learned a lot from it. He put more thought into what would happen if one day the truth of his and Seungmin’s relationship came into the public’s eyes. He was glad Stays were at peace with each other once again. He hoped they learned from this situation as well.

Chan leaned over and gave Seungmin a light peck on his cheek before staring into his eyes. Seungmin let out a light giggle. Chan was so in love with everything Seungmin did he was thankful this situation was in the past and now he had Seungmin all to himself again.

Seungmin smiled, “What’s with that look?”

“You’re all mine now.”

Seungmin laughed once again. “When did I ever stop being yours?” Seungmin planted a kiss on Chan’s lips. Chan attempted to chase after the lips that were once on his, before he could capture them Seungmin reclined away lightly pushing him back.

Chan smirked and spoke. “That does it, no more hold back from me.” Chan leaned over, but before he could get too close Seungmin took off running into Chan’s room.

“You’ll have to catch me first.” He shouted as he shut the door trying to find a place to hide.

The apartment was once again filled with their laughter.

➤ Masterlist ❀ Ao3 ❀ Wattpad ❀ Ko-fi

A/N: Finally the last result of the poll is posted. I appreciate you always sticking around. Thank you so much for reading!! <3

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[regulusrules]

We're TRENDINGG for no REASONN just like god DECREEDD, so here are 5 fics that would steal your breath away:

1. My breaths are run by your compass by regulusrules. [T] [20K+] [post-camlann fix-it] [golden age but merlin stabs arthur in his heart first].

Not because it's my fic and it's genuinely so insane you won't believe it, but honestly, it's the best idea I've ever come up with, even better than the widely beloved my heart is readily yours. For me, it's the perfect continuation of their story, and the most unhinged plot twist you could find in a fic.

2. Half of my soul by @clockwrkpendrxgon. [G] [2K] [MCD] [golden age growing old together]

This fic is half of my soul, or what the poets say. It's so much better as an ending than what they've given us. At least this is filled with such golden love it makes you ache. At least this makes sense.

3. from hearth and ashes, we’re reborn by @remuscariad. [G] [5K] [canon era magic reveal].

This fic is so good you'll be on your knees from it. The prose, the characterization, the tropes used... it will linger in your mind and fester there from how beautiful it all is. And the art in it by @onepeppercorn... stunning.

4. Our broken pieces by @aramblingjay. [T] [10K] [canon era established relationship]

You can pry this fic from my cold dead hands. I will never stop recommending it until it gets the fame it deserves. One of the most beautiful fics ever written about them, and genuinely encompasses their characters so perfectly.

5. gentle as an early spring breeze by @prattery. [G] [2.5K] [canon divergence golden age]

They are alive and in love and we're all living in this fic because it's what they righteously deserved. The way their life was written here and the love between them... I swear this author could write anything and I'd kudos it before even reading it.

[For more recs]

#bbc merlin #no we won't ever die #we are #the once and future fandom #merlin #merlin fic recs #merthur #king arthur #regulusrules recs

[aalissy]

Flirting

This was a fun chapter to writeee!! These two are so soft when they’re in a relationship heheh. Lemme know what you think plz <3

AO3

Ladybug hung outside Adrien’s window for a few moments. A small grin formed on her face as she just looked at him for a couple of seconds. His head was pointed down, scribbling away at what she assumed was his homework. He looked so adorable when he was focusing like that.

She still couldn’t believe that they were actually dating. That he loved her as much as she loved him. That she could come over any time that she wanted and greet him with kisses, hugs, and flirty touches.

It was the best.

Tapping lightly on the window, Ladybug watched as Adrien quickly whipped around. His eyes widened before a wide beam stretched across his face. It caused her own smile to grow. 

He pushed off of his desk, racing toward her and swung the window open. “Hi,” he said breathily. He looked adorable with flushed cheeks and a warm grin.

“Hey,” Ladybug whispered back. She swung inside. Only a few inches separated them. Just like every time she got close to him, her heart stuttered in her chest as her cheeks warmed. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to this.

Closing the distance, Ladybug stroked a hand down Adrien’s cheek. His eyes fluttered shut, a happy sigh on his lips as he leaned into her palm. She leaned in, brushing a soft peck against his lips. 

After she pulled back, though, Adrien made a noise of disapproval and connected their lips together again. 

This time, their kiss was much longer this time as they melted into each other. Ladybug dove her hands into his hair, toying with the blonde locks on the nape of his neck. 

They pressed even closer to each other. The heat and electricity between them intensified with each passing second. Ladybug could feel Adrien's heartbeat against her chest, a steady rhythm that matched her own. It was a feeling of pure bliss, a sense of completeness that washed over them both.

Losing herself in the moment, she slowly began to forget about everything else. All of her worries and responsibilities faded into the background. They didn’t seem to matter. At least not whilst she was in Adrien’s arms. This moment was for them and for them only. 

Finally breaking the kiss, they both gasped for air, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien's eyes met Ladybug's, sparkling with a mixture of love, adoration, and a hint of mischief.

"You only just got here and I think you already managed to steal my breath away," he whispered. A large, goofy grin was on his face as he gazed down at her. She giggled softly.

With a fond roll of her eyes, she began tracing circles on his cheek. Softly, she murmured, “You’re such a dork.”

“Your dork.” He corrected, tapping her on the nose. 

With a quick tug on her waist, Adrien pulled her back to him, tilting his head as he connected their lips in another kiss.

It was crazy how much those two words affected her. Adrien was her dork. This was the happiest that Ladybug could ever remember feeling. Cupping his face in her hands, she smiled into their kiss.

Not to be outdone, though, she pulled back. A smirk teased her lips as she asked him, “How are you this perfect?”

“Mmm, I’m not perfect.” He shook his head, tugging her even closer to him. “You’re perfect.”

“No, you’re perfect.”

“No, you’re perfect.”

With a giggle, Ladybug stopped their chain before it could go on for too long. Standing up on her tip-toes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him once more.

After a long moment, Adrien back with a soft chuckle. He brushed a stray strand of hair that had come undone from her pigtails back behind her ear. “We should probably do more than just stand underneath my window the whole day.”

“I don’t know.” She bit her lip with a smile. “I’m pretty good right here.”

“You are?”

“Mhm,” she hummed. “Especially if we get to kiss some more.”

Adrien’s lips parted in surprise as he blinked down at her. That was all she needed to say before his hands were roaming down her back and sides as he pressed his lips to hers. 

Giddiness flooded her as he tilted his head and deepened their kiss. How long had Ladybug dreamed of moments like this? And now she could safely say that the reality was so much better than anything her subconscious imagination could have come up with.

It was Adrien who broke the kiss once more, chuckling as he tugged on her hand. “Come on, let’s go and watch some TV on the couch so we can cuddle.”

Instantly, Ladybug brightened. The pout that had formed on her lips from him leaving her arms disappeared as she nodded her head eagerly. Cuddling would lead to more kisses and more kisses was more good. 

She pulled on his hand this time, leading the way as she tugged him into her lap. With a quiet hum, she ran her fingers through his hair.

“You were right,” she murmured, “This was just as good.”

Adrien simply nodded, sagging bonelessly against her. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning at the sight. It was crazy for her to think that there could ever have been a time that Adrien would have rejected her. Now that they were dating, Ladybug could tell that he loved her every day through both his words and actions. It was lovely.

Snickering quietly to herself, she leaned in even closer. Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear as she whispered, “I thought we were supposed to be watching TV?”

“Hmm?” He blinked blearily. Amusement sparkled in Ladybug’s eyes as she watched him look for the remote only to realize that it was in his hands the whole time. He was so adorable.

Adrien turned on the television before sinking back into her lap, sighing happily. “Can you do that again?” he murmured.

With a sweet giggle, she began toying with his hair again. Ladybug pulled him even closer to her chest, enjoying their cuddle time. Neither of them paid attention to the TV as they relaxed in the comfort of each other’s touch. 

As they sat there, cuddled up together, Ladybug couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. The world outside faded into the background as they found solace in each other's presence. The television played softly in front of them, its sound barely registering in their ears.

They didn't need distractions or external entertainment. They had each other, and that was enough to fill their hearts with joy. Ladybug traced gentle circles on Adrien's back, relishing in the warmth that radiated between them. His head rested against her chest, rising and falling with each steady breath.

Adrien's fingers brushed against her arm, drawing her attention back to the present. He tilted his chin, looking up at her as his eyes filled with affection and a touch of mischief. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. “I love you so much.”

Her gaze softened as she looked down at him. Her eyes brimmed with happy tears as she buried her face in his shoulder. Giving him a tight hug, Ladybug murmured, “I love you too, Adrien. Always have and always will.”

Tilting his chin up to her with the tips of her fingers, she kissed him. It was soft and sweet. She would never get enough of this. If only there could be a way for them to remain in each other’s arms for the rest of time. It would be wonderful. 

Adrien was her everything and she would always fight to keep him safe. No matter what.

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[gojoest]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 — gojo satoru

MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, wc: 3.3k, flashback of how you met (1st part of the fic, past tense used, then we jump back to present, divider used to separate the two timelines. both take place on his birthday btw), suguru makes an appearance (as satoru’s wingman :3), established relationship (you’re married & have a daughter), reader wears a dress, first time face sitting + riding (oral, f! receiving), pet names (baby, my love), he cums in his pants, breeding implied at the end (sort of, to avoid spoilers)

a/n: happy birthday to my biggest mental illness ♡

side note: if the story of how you met sounds familiar to you, please note that it was from one of my talk posts from a while ago & i decided to make use of it : )

what gojo satoru wants — he always gets.

after all, it’s how he made you his as well.

“satoru, you’re staring way too hard at her”, suguru nudged him on the arm.

“think she noticed, too?”, satoru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning slightly red from embarrassment, unsure if it was because he got caught or that it was too obvious he was checking you out.

“very likely. i mean, it’s hard not to notice an annoying pair of blue laser beams persistently invading your space”, suguru mocked. “are you going to talk to her?”

“yes”, satoru firmly replied, without peeling his eyes from you, “i’ll ask her out, i think”

“hey, hey. slow down there”

“nope”, satoru shrugged, almost like a stubborn child disobeying his parent, “i’ve made up my mind — i really want to make her mine”

it was a pure coincidence, or some might say fate, that you ended up in the same restaurant — he was there celebrating his birthday with a small circle of friends while you were present to honor your colleague that had just gotten a promotion at work.

satoru’s eyes relentlessly followed your every move, every gesture, from the moment you walked in and settled on the table next to his. it was rather unusual for him to be this interested in someone simply upon sight, in fact, even desiring to pursue something with someone so immediately. it was always the other way around — women would flock to him because of his looks and peculiar behavior, and of course — his money — but he would turn them down without batting an eye. love and seeking romance were never a priority for him, he did not have time nor any interest in them. but here he was, contradicting himself, being blatantly distracted by your presence while somehow trying to simulate an active conversation with his friends, more than frequently averting his gaze to look at you, his brain busy coming up with a plan to get your number by the end of the night.

it didn’t take him too long to finally make his move. he stood up from his chair and walked over to your table, stopping right behind your seat.

“excuse me”, he leaned in, placing one hand at the edge of the table and the other — at the back of your chair, “hello”, his face mere inches away from yours. taken aback by the way he, a complete stranger, had the guts to get this close to you, you turned to face him with a questioning look.

“i felt like i would regret it for the rest of my life if i didn’t come say hi to you”, he spoke.

truth be told, despite being astounded and a bit put off by his approach, you were slightly intrigued. he was handsome, pretty even — like that one oddly eye-catching cloud in a sky full of thousands that you notice as soon as you look up. the white henley shirt he was wearing made the blue in his eyes pop even more, the v-neck revealing a little bit of his well-crafted chest, just enough to leave you tiny bit wondering about the ridges of his abs beneath.

as much as the scenery up close made your cheeks feel hot, his boldness rubbed you up the wrong way, too much to let it just slide, and you snapped. “is that so? well, now that you’ve said your hi, you can go back to your table and live with no regrets for the rest of your life”, you rolled your eyes skeptically, pushing his hand off the table.

“oh, i am sorry”, he chuckled, brushing his hair back with a hand, “but there are three more things i need to do before leaving, i’m afraid”

you raised an eyebrow, questioning.

“first, let me introduce myself — i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your children”, he smugly said. your eyes widening at the audacity of his declaration that left you at a loss for words. “second, i hope you don’t mind introducing yourself as well — as you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children — it’s only natural that i know your name”, he continued, “and last but not least — i am not leaving until you give me your number so we can make this all work”

wow. this man was really fucked in the head, you were sure of it — who in the right mind would speak such nonsense to someone they just met? “you have to be joking, right?”, you laughed in genuine disbelief.

“no. i am dead serious”, he replied in a heartbeat.

“is this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?”, you narrowed your eyes.

“actually—”, suguru interrupted, placing a hand on satoru’s shoulder as he approached from behind, “no”, he spoke. “believe me when i tell you this — he’s never been this smooth in his entire life. i know he probably came off a bit creepy, considering the boldness of his actions — hell, even i am creeped out because it’s pretty unusual for him to act like this”, he laughed, glancing at satoru to let him know that he got his back on this. “but, what i’m trying to say is — my friend here seems to really like you as i’ve never seen him be so intense and interested in anyone before. he’s also a birthday boy today — so could you at least give him a chance before turning him down so quickly? you can come sit with us before you make up your mind on whether you want to give him your number or not?”

you thought for a second, weighing the options in your mind — he was pretty, although he annoyed you a little bit by being all bossy and arrogant as if you were compelled to belong to him just because he said so. but there was just something about him you couldn’t quite put your finger on that made you question yourself. were you actually drawn to him? you could say “no” and never hear from him again, occasionally pondering over the what-if’s and should-have’s from this night; or you could say “fuck it” and see where this strange encounter goes, and live your life without regrets — as he would say. there — he was already getting under your skin…

“well”, you sighed, “guess i’m down for that”

by the end of the night not only did you give him your number, but also a promise for a date the next day — the first of many to follow after.

“careful, you’ll wake her up”, you whisper, leaning against the doorframe of your 3-year old’s room and watching your husband place a soft peck on your daughter’s forehead.

“can’t help it”, he speaks quietly, “she looks like an angel”, before fixing the blankets around her, making sure she’s tucked in all cozily. “the nanny said she cried for papa while we were gone”, he puts a hand over his mouth to stop his lips from trembling, his eyes filled with nothing but love and tenderness, welling up and flowing from the corners.

“she’s such a daddy’s girl”, you sigh, a soft smile present on your face, “next year we can stay home and invite everyone else over — that way we won’t have to worry about missing her bedtime”.

“yea”, he hums, “let’s do that next year”, giving her one last kiss before turning off the night lamp and tiptoeing to you. “come on”, he puts a hand at the small of your back as you both walk out of the room.

“do you remember”, satoru speaks softly into your ear while walking behind you on your way to your shared bedroom, his front flat against your back, the hand at the small of it now circling around to rest over your navel, while the other — reaches for the handle of your bedroom door to push it open, “the night we first met on my birthday?”, he continues after carefully guiding you inside.

you stop in the middle of the room, his arms still wrapped around you from behind, your hands resting over his and playing with his knuckles.

“how can i not?” you chuckle, tilting your head back to let him rest his chin on your forehead, “that was one hell of a fortune telling you pulled on me back then”

“but i was right, no?”, he brushes his lips on your forehead before leaving a soft peck, “see — you’re all mine now, just like i said”, and then another, ”i made you my girlfriend first”, and another, “then i gave you my last name”, and a fourth one, “and then you gave me a beautiful daughter, made me a father”, before turning you around to face him.

“you partly owe it to suguru though — he eased me into the situation, unlike you”, you reply, humbling him like you always do. your head is nestled on his broad chest as one of his hands caress the back of it. still in his embrace, he slowly walks you towards the bed. sits at the edge of it and straddles you on his lap. his palms finding their way to the plush of your thighs draped over his, caressing them tenderly but needily as his fingertips press and then release against your flesh in quick repetitive motions.

“this is because i asked him to give me a hand in case you cut me off”, he admits, tilting his head to meet your lips, not to kiss but just to keep them brushing against each other as you speak. he loved doing this a lot.

“oh?”, you gasp into his mouth, pretending to be shocked to your core, “you wanted me so much that you of all people, the gojo satoru, had to ask someone else for help?”

“you have no idea. if that hadn’t worked, i would’ve fallen on my hands and knees and begged you to take me”, one of his hands reaching the side of your face, playing his fingers on the strands of your hair covering your cheek before tucking them behind your ear.

“hmm”, you doubt, “is that so?”, nuzzling your nose against his.

“mhmm”, he nods, “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, i thought you knew that by now. it kind of hurts my feelings that you doubt me actually”, he acts offended, pursing his lips and turning his head to the side to face away from you.

“oh my, what have i done now”, you knit your brows and press your cheek against his, pretending to be very, very sorry about what you just said.

“you made the birthday boy sad”, he huffs a silly, somehow obviously forced, pout, “you’ve got to make it up to me somehow”

“i’d do anything to make the birthday boy smile again — just say the word”, you sweetly pamper, patting the top of his head.

“really?”

“really.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

“you promise not to go back on your word?”

“i promise.”

he pulls his cheek away from yours and looks you in the eyes, the blue in his shining with a darker shade of mischief now. and considering the smug smile on his face, you sigh — perhaps you just got yourself played, falling face down into his little trap.

“then”, he points at his own face, “sit on it”

to say you were surprised by his request would be a lie. he’s many times tried coaxing you into doing this in the past but somehow you managed to avoid it, part of you still shying away from it. it’s not like his tongue has never been inside you before. but riding it as if it were his cock seemed way more obscene in your head than anything you two have ever done previously — and you’ve done pretty much a lot.

“well”, you sigh in defeat, seems like the time has finally come, “today’s your lucky day”, you say as you get up from his lap and turn your back — a signal for him to unzip your dress — to which, of course, he immediately complies.

“as it should be”, his crafty fingers work the slider down, slowly peeling the dress off your body and letting it fall on the floor, followed by your lace thong and bra, “it’s my birthday after all”

“the way you always find a way to make things go your way gets on my nerves so much”, you turn around again and push him on the bed and slowly climb on top of him to straddle his chest.

“make a wish before you blow the candle”, you look down at him, your pussy close to his face, the scent of you tickling his nostrils, and he, instinctively almost, takes a deeper breath, rolling his eyes back and hissing with delight.

“freak”, you quickly look away, embarrassed, but he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again, “i want you to look at me as you ride my face”, his voice comes out breathy, “will you do that for the birthday boy?”

you nod into his palms, “you’re insufferable” — “suffocate me then”, he coos through a grin, grabbing your knees to pull you forward until you’re above his face.

“jerk”, you say, but softly, as you lower your cunt on his willing mouth, landing your softness on his face in slow motion, immediately earning a throaty groan from him that shudders through your pussy lips.

satoru breathes deeply in and out with your heat on his mouth, the scent of you hitting his lungs and even below, reaching all the way down to his groin to further nurture his cock already throbbing in his slacks. his hand reaching down to unbuckle them slightly, to give more space for his hard-on to grow freely.

“mowe”, he muffles incoherently into your pussy, grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks to push you against his face, tilting his head up and down, jutting his jaw up and out to meet you.

you whimper at the friction, your clit bumping and rubbing against his nose as his lips are kissing your folds, his tongue slowly poking at your entrance with the tip before darting in — twirling around your walls — and out.

“nghh…s-sa-t-to—”, you barely cry out his name, tugging at his hair, mercilessly pulling him into your heat. as much as you hated to admit it, you loved this position. your embarrassment long gone and forgotten, you ride his face in a haze, your pussy getting wetter against his mouth and your movements — faster and harder each moment.

“heawen on my fongwue”, he groans. if he could speak properly right now, he would probably make the nastiest, dirtiest remarks, shamelessly walk you through every single thing he was feeling as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding on his face. he would probably say something about your boobs, too. how they looked so pretty jiggling ever so slightly from the movement. he can’t speak right now, yes, but he can still get his thoughts reach you through actions — his hands run along your belly, gripping your breasts from below, squeezing and squishing them inside of his palms.

you clutch his hands with yours, “i can’t hold this position for too long”, and force them down on your hips for support. you hear him say something through a loud groan but it’s barely recognizable — most likely just him cursing “fuck” and “baby” from pleasure under your pussy, but also from the ego boost you just gave him — that he can make you weak but at the same time desperate enough to want to continue — despite your hips giving up — not only with his cock but his mouth alone, too.

you let him take over as you chase your high, weighing on his face as his hands grip on your hips, dictating your every move, composing the tune of your hips. his tongue is no more sliding in and out as he makes you grind harder on his face — it stays in, continuously licking your sweet spot clean.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck…”, you curse loudly, reaching your hands to grab the head of the bed and hammer your pussy harder into his face, squeezing every last drop of strength left in your already cramping muscles until you cum, shuddering on his mouth.

“mfff”, he groans throatily into your hole, sucking and slurping your juices. his hips buck in the air, helplessly searching for friction to soothe his aching cock. his half-unbuckled pants are drenched with precum, leaking out from his tip through his boxers and out through the cloth of his pants, visibly staining them.

you can’t see but it’s easy to figure out from the way the bed bounces up and down as his ass meets the mattress after every time his hips fall down. “how cute”, you utter as you try to calm down your breathing, cunt still resting over his face.

his eyes are half closed, rolling back and hiding their blue away. all he needs is a little push, a little rub, you know it. you know it by the way his tongue has stopped moving inside you, by the way his hands have loosened the grip on your flesh, by the way his shortened moans have grown into one long and steady groan coming from the bottom of his throat — his entire brain solely focused on the muscles of his lower body that is searching, almost beggingly, for relief.

you lean your upper body back a little, just enough to make it easier to reach his shaft while still sitting on his face. “since you’re the birthday boy”, you drag your words out as you place your hand on his clothed cock, feeling the wetness that’s emerged from beneath against your palm, “i’ll give you a hand.”

his ass cheeks tense and squeeze as he presses his hips against your touch, ferociously rubbing his clothed cock on the flesh of your open palm. his groans get louder as he bucks his hips under your hand, pushing them up to meet your hand harder and faster each time — just the way he forces his cock into your tight cunt as he nears — until the last three thrusts that he always prolongs in order to properly and completely pump his seed out.

the inside of your hand feels hot against his clothed cock as he seeps himself out, the stickiness of his cum absorbing itself into the material of his pants and emerging through it to reach the skin of your palm.

you lift yourself up a little only to plop your body down next to his. his mouth, cheeks, chin, even his nose, are covered in his spit and your cum, all mixed in.

“shit, baby”, he laughs, breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, overwhelmed by the whole experience, “what the hell did you just do to me”

“do you really need me to verbalize what just happened”

“yes”

“no”, you slap his cheek with the back of your hand, softly, before rolling on your side to rest your head on the left side of his chest, kissing it tenderly. “happy birthday”

“it really is”, he whispers, tracing a heart shape over the skin of your exposed cheek with his fingertip, “with you, it always is”

“did your wish come true by any chance?”, you tilt your head to look at him.

“not yet. but i’ll work on it later tonight. for now, i’ll let you catch your breath”

“wait, wait.”, you raise a brow, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“my love”, he clears his throat, “do you remember how i said, when we first met, that you’d be the mother of my children?”

“yea? am i not?”

“children”, he stresses.

“oh.”, it finally hits you.

“one more to go”

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