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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years

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Hi, first of all ur work is amazing and awesome, especially the Kiri fics they make me feel so warm inside :)) ANYWAYS I have a drabble idea: Katsuki with a flirty male reader from 1-B that likes to tease him and make him flustered and fired up as much as possible (kinda like Monoma but not as aggressive) and finally Katsuki decides that it’s reader’s turn to get all flustered and blushing and all that hehe :)

AH I absolutely LOVE this idea! Sorry it took me so long to get to it babes, but I hope you enjoy it :3 <3 Bakugou Katsuki X Flirty Male!Reader

“You think /you’re/ tired? I heard class A had to go through ten times the beasts we did yesterday, /and/ they didn’t get to camp until five.” TetsuTetsu huffed, rolling his eyes as he continued to rub at his sore biceps- falling behind as the class walked to their first official day of training. “They’re probably still struggling to work as an actual unit, how disappointing,” Monoma drawled, flinching as Kendo raised a hand at him in warning- her gaze cutting back to you with an apologetic smile, but you shrugged her off. “I’m just saying, if they were half as good as everyone assumes they are, then we wouldn’t have had to make dinner for everyone /alone/ yesterday. A bunch of unimpressive slackers, the fame is definitely getting to them.” “Oh give it a rest, Monoma! I swear if I have to keep listening to your incessant whining i’m going to roundhouse you so hard you slip into an alternate dimension,” You teased, though the sharpness of your tone, and the look you fixed the other boy with managed to reduce him to nothing more than some bitter grumbling, as you jogged ahead to follow directly behind Vlad-Sensei.

“Young Y/N is right! No use in comparing yourself to a separately tiered class, what you all should be doing is preparing yourselves for a day full of grueling training!” Vlad called out to the class behind him, as they came to their final stop. Looking out across the vast fields of the camp, where class 1A was already deep in training. All of them spread out to various areas of the site, some farther out than others, you assumed due to the volatile nature of their quirks. Some out of site all together, given the specificity needed to train their quirks. “The Wild Wild Pussycats have strict regimens for you all to follow, and I as well have critiques for you all regarding your fighting style, and quirk application. Check in with them across the field first, and regroup back to me so we can begin!” “Yes Sensei!” You all chanted back, before hurrying off across the field to do as you were told. Though once you caught sight of- and really, it was more his blood curdling death screams that you noticed first, music to your ears honestly- unruly blonde spikes off in the distance, you reasoned you had at least a few minutes to spare. Giving your classmates time to get their schedules and regimes before you could swoop in for yours last minute. The heat from Bakugou’s blasts was intense- your hair blowing back each time the other boy extended his palms to the sky, screamed, and released an explosion. The air felt thick, the scent of sweaty flesh, and deep, rich caramel wafting against your face, heady, and thick, with each blast. It was intoxicating. The closer you got, the more your cheeks flushed- though it had nothing to do with the heat anymore. Up close, or as close as you could get without being blown back entirely, that is- the more handsome Bakugou became. Pinched, angry expression and all. His front fringe of hair hanging low on his forehead, dripping sweat down onto his cheeks, and then onto the exposed upper half of his chest, bared due to his low rising tank top. When was Bakugou not absolutely breathtaking, you wondered idly, as you reached into your backpack for a bottle of water, and whistled loudly between blasts to catch the blonde's attention. Though the glare he fixed you with as your eyes met almost, almost deterred you from closing the distance between you both, it didn’t quite reach the innermost parts of your brain, meant for rational thought. “What the hell do you want!? Can’t you see i’m busy? Take your ass back to your class, extra!” Bakugou shouted, gaze falling to the bottle of water in your hand, before he focused back in on his task, baring his teeth in pain as the boiling water engulfed his hands. But you were too close now, it was too risky, and before you could think to back away on your own, Bakugou was crowding up against you. Spinning around on his heels and blasting in the opposite direction, back to you now. Shoving you backwards so hard with his own body you fell to the ground. Hissing as you landed on a particularly sharp rock. “See what you did?! I could’ve accidentally taken someone else out because of you! Fucking...gimme that,” Bakugou growled, shaking his hands of the smoke from his blast, before bending down to snatch the chilled bottle of water from your hand with one of his- his other reaching down to take hold of the front of your shirt, and tug you back up to stand next to him. “Always in my way!” Bakugou hissed, before throwing his head back and chugging down the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. Wiping at his mouth roughly, he turned to you slightly, noting the mischievous smile on your face, and the dirt on your shorts. “Tch...what?” He asked, knowing he was walking himself right into a trap. “Just admiring the view,” You sing-songed, skirting around his sudden extended fist easily, and dancing around the boy to get a good look at his training clothes. “It’s not everyday I get to see UA’s own Bakugou Katsuki in the midst of an intense training session. All sweaty, and bulking- muscles just….grr,” You laughed, holding your hands up in front of your face as you growled and made pawing motions at the other boy- bursting into a fit of laughter ass he reeled back, blush high on his cheeks, fingers twitching with the urge to blas your fucking face off. “You’re an insufferable piece of!-” “What I can’t seem to wrap my head around, is how you have such a big chest, such defined shoulders, and such a teeny, tiny waist,” You sighed, cutting Bakugou off with your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side curiously as you scanned him up and down. “Your tits are bigger than most of the girls in your class, ya know,” You added, as if an afterthought, waving a hand passively at the thought, though you couldn’t help but grin as Bakugou charged you- dragging you up by the front of your shirt again, and pinning you to the barrel of boiling water. One hand holding your head down near the bubbling surface, and one right next to your ear, sparking with unlit nitroglycerin. “I. Don’t. Have. Tits. You. Shitty. Extra.” Each word was laced with venom, husky and full of rage right next to your ear, and god. Was it fucked up you were kind of turned on? Probably. About as fucked up as it was to be genuinely attracted to Bakugou in the first place, you supposed. Oh well. Not much to be done about it now. “Say that to the mounds pressing up against my back right now, babe,” You teased, turning your head to face Bakugou, your noses barely brushing as you leaned in as best you could, given the hand in your hair- mouth curling into a knowing smirk as Bakugou’s face twisted back and forth- confusion, rage, annoyance, misunderstanding...want. “I’m sure your teacher would be thrilled to see you over here keeping one of my students from his training, instead of focusing on your own abilities,” Someone sighed from your right, and both you and Bakugou’s head whipped up to see Aizawa leaning against a tree, staring at the both of you with the most bored expression you could imagine someone having. “Tried to get the loser away from me, but he’s as persistent as the rest of his annoying class,” Bakugou huffed, letting you go, but not before pushing you in the direction of his teacher roughly- crackling his knuckles out in front of himself, and shaking his hands out. Prepared to continue his training. Though thoughts of your stupid face, so close to his- scent of your shampoo, and minty breath still searing his nose made him a trillion times more annoyed then he’d already been. The color of your eyes stuck with him the most though. So clear. So shiny. Full of authority, of mirth, and something so...gut wrenchingly /cute/, he couldn’t stand it. “Sorry, EraserHead. Didn’t mean to disturb your student. Was just being friendly is all,” You assured the older Hero, hands up in surrender as you walked alongside side him, and back to regroup with your class- smiling smugly to yourself when you noticed the barest hint of a smirk on Eraserheads face, just before he turned away and skulked off to whatever dark, cozy corner he had been observing his students from.

Training felt like it had lasted forever, and then some. The following days were no easier. Your bodies were pushed to their limits, and then thrown off the metaphorical cliff afterwards. Every day, class A and B were sore, tired, irritable. But even then, once lunch, and dinner came around, it offered you all a chance to get to know one another more intimately. You talked, and mingled with class 1A- flirting with Todoroki for fun, and picking Midoriya’s brain about his hero notebook- unaware of the red eyes following your every move amongst the classmates. Your flirting with Bakugou was at an all time high- given you could usually spare a handful of minutes each day teasing the young man, whether it be with words during training, lingering touches, or brushes of hands, and legs during dinner, or with outright winks, and kisses blown to the blonde as you all departed to your cabins for the night. It infuriated Bakugou to no end. Your presence. The way he acted out against you...his mother would suggest he needed an attitude adjustment, and that he should allow the fun part of camp to take precedent over his ultimate number one hero goal. As if he’d ever. But still, her frustrated words of encouragement never ceased to ease up as the days went by, and you became bolder with your flirting. Bakugou felt on edge constantly, like someone was going to crack a whip at him at any moment. Say something about it, say something about /him/, but no one ever did. Probably because they were scared. His only saving grace, he supposed. Being intimidating. Though he didn’t intimidate /you/, which was the part he hated the most. ...He’d just have to switch up his tactics, then. His mother would be proud. God, he hated that. After a particularly grueling day of training, everyone was running on fumes, more or less, as they shuffled around the outdoor kitchen, prepping dinner lazily. Monoma picking stupid fights with whoever he came across first, as though he were too tired to even do that. You’d been chatting quietly to Mina and Jirou about some of your favorite albums, when a whistle from across the counters had all three of you lifting your heads. Curiosity piqued to the fullest extent, as your gaze landed on Bakugou- pointing at you with a hard expression, before gesturing to the spot next to him at the cutting board station. His eyes downcast again before you could even register what was going on, before hurrying to head over before whatever demon that had possessed Bakugou, decided to get the fuck out of such a toxic human host. Beaming, you came to stand at Bakugou’s side, arms brushing against each other as you glanced down at the finely minced veggies the boy was working on. “You rang?” Brows raised in question, you ducked your head to try and catch the boy’s eyes again- stopping dead in your tracks as he grabbed a hold of your wrist tightly, and slid a knife between your fingers. Tugging you impossibly closer to his side, and reaching an arm around you to grab a stray carrot. Boxing you into the bench, and maneuvering your fingers carefully as he began to force you to chop the carrot below. His front was flush with your back, and suddenly you couldn’t breath. Breath hitched in your throat, flush high on your cheeks, as Bakugou bent down, face right next to yours, as he forced you to chop, knife always skirting a little /too/ close to your fingertips, but fuck it all if you weren’t willing to lose them for this encounter to continue. “All this time and you haven’t even learned to chop properly. Make yourself more useful, you shitty extra,” He grunted, right into your ear. A sharp shock of arousal shooting down your spine as he spoke, looking away suddenly as Bakugou turned to try and meet your gaze. “Eh? What’s the problem, extra? Cat got your fucking tongue?’ He teased, harshly, though his grasp on your hands lessened, and fuck you were gonna pass out if you didn’t start breathing soon. “Oh,” He huffed suddenly, snickering under his breath, as he crowded you in up against the bench entirely, completely flush with your back, before his lips ghosted the shelf of your ear, and he whispered “-probably because of my big tits, huh? Tch.” And then he was gone. Gone from your back, gone from the shell of your ear, gone from giving you a religious fucking experience, and thankfully gone from nearly making you jizz your jeans in front of the entireety of class A and B. Your hands shook where they now held the knife solo, and you glanced over your shoulder- watching Bakugou stuff his hands in his pockets, arch his shoulders, and stalk off to the cabins. Though not before you also caught the sharp, devilish smirk that twisted up on his face. What a fucking DICK. But a dick who was handsome as fuck, and knew exactly what he was doing. “Alright, Bakugou, you wanna play, big boy?” You whispered to yourself, voice shaky as you continued chopping vegetables. “I’ll bite. Show you how it’s done...right after I pass out, Jesus fucking Chri-”

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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I’m Yours, You’re Mine | 1

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Smut, future angst

Summary: You’ve always wished to take a more dominant role in bed, but Chan just wasn’t having it. So when you see an opportunity to do just that with Felix, you can’t help yourself. But you soon come to regret your drunken decision for a reason other than that you’d cheated on your boyfriend with his own bestfriend.

A/N: I’ll be posting this series in tiny increments like this. mad strats

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!reader, kinda-public sex, reader makes felix jerk himself off in a bar lmao

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Part 2

Music blares out all around you and the bar's strobe lights flash on the inside of your eyelids as you swing your head back to down the shot in your hand, shaking your head in distaste as the liquor burns down your throat and shifting around in Felix's lap. You stop moving completely however when you feel something hard pressing against your ass.

Your immediate instinct is to get off his lap, and you move to do just that when his hands spring forward and grab onto your hips, pinning you down to his thighs.

“Please, stop moving, noona.” He grunts, his low tone vibrating through your body as he grabs onto your hips for dear life. He sounded so helpless and panicked and you're instantly filled with the urge to hear more, to hear him really beg.

Experimentally, you lean back against him, molding your back to his chest and plopping your ass snuggly between his thighs and against his crotch, shivering when he groans and his grip on you turns deathly-tight. "Please…"

The gruff plea is delicious to your ears, and you feel your panties stick to your lips at the sound of it. You move against him again, this time to alleviate some of your own need rather than to make him suffer, but he still does anyway, burying his face in your shoulder and moaning lowly so only you can hear. “Noona…”

Electricity runs through your body, setting your nerves alight and kicking your mind into overdrive as the boy beneath ever-so-subtly starts grinding his dick into your ass. You know it’s wrong. You have a boyfriend--his own best friend--but you’re drunk and all your better instincts are shut off, and all you that your foggy mind is capable of thinking about right now is how to make the boy sound even more desperate.

“Let's dance." Mark slurs loudly, rudely jolting the both of you out of your trance, and you almost curse Mark out loud for making Felix stop.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Minho joins in, too loudly for your taste, and you hear the rest of your group hum their agreement. Chan’s bleary eyes settle on you and he smiles lazily, reaching out to you to join him, but you gently decline his offer.

"I'm not in the mood, babe. I'm gonna hang back here with Lixie.” You turn to Felix, making sure to drive your ass into his dick as you do so. “That is if you don’t mind keeping me company?"

This is the moment of truth. If he’s not into this too, he’ll go with Chan. He should. It’s the right thing to do, but you really wish he won’t. You’re not ready to let this moment go yet.

"Of course not." Felix squeaks, shaking his head vigorously and you can't help the smile that spreads across your lips at his quick answer. Chan hangs back for a second, flitting his eyes between you and the red-faced Felix before he shrugs and follows the others to the dance floor.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn towards Felix, once again rubbing against his crotch and eliciting a whimper from him, which you respond to scoldingly, "I'm your hyung's girlfriend, silly boy."

“It’s not what you think. ” Felix defends himself in an unusually high-pitched voice for him. “It’s not about you, I swear.”

You know he’s lying. You've seen the way he looks at you before--the looks Chan was blind to because he would never even think to suspect that his best friend, his little brother practically, is lusting after his girlfriend. You had ignored it, not really caring for the boy's little crush. But right now, with how needy and vulnerable he's being, you suddenly want to eat him alive.

“It’s not?” You ask, and he shakes his head, face once again hidden in the fabric of your top. That wouldn’t do. Getting off of his lap, you cup his chin and pull his face up so he will look at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He answers in a small voice, cowering slightly under your scrutinizing gaze and you let him stew in his panic for a minute before smoothening your expression over. "This is all a big misunderstanding then."

His shocked eyes snap to yours, hardly believing that you fell for his obvious lie but relieved about it nonetheless. "Yes, yes it is."

"I understand." You say sympathetically, letting him think he’s off the hook for a second, before adding, "But others might not. Especially Channie."

The panic is back on his face full-force and you have to actively hold back the massive grin that wants to spread across your face. "Please don't tell him."

"I won't, but he could come right now and see you. You need to fix it." You explain, watching how his eyes search yours frantically like you hold the secret to his salvation. “How?”

“Touch yourself.” You state simply, and he jerks back, sputtering, “W-what?”

You roll your eyes and mime a handjob with your hand. "Jerk off."

His face looks like it’s about to melt off from the mortification, obviously taken aback at your vulgar words and gesture.

“Yes, noona.” He finally breathes out, making to get up but you roughly push him back down. “No. Right here, dummy.”

He gapes at you, "In front of everyone?" In front of… you?”

“If you do it fast and quietly enough, no one will know." You shrug and he shakes his head violently. “Noona, I can’t---”

“Do you want Chan to see?" You cut him off sharply, annoyed that he's not being as obedient as you had hoped he would. "Do you want him to know how his best friend is a horny little pervert?”

He pales at that, “No. I don’t.”

“Do it then.” You stare at him coldly and he gulps and nods, his hands shaking as he reaches down to undo his pants, but you quickly slap them away. "You can't take your dick out in public, you pervert.”

“But you said--” He cuts himself off with a whine as you grab his hand and press it against the bulge in his pants. “Do it over your pants."

Swallowing back the last of his protests, he nods. "Yes, noona."

You can’t believe he's actually doing it, the poor boy clumsily pawing at his hard dick through his pants at your behest, barely letting out little moans and gasps as he pleasures himself, but they’re enough to set you completely on fire. You fight the urge to slip your own hand down your pants and rub one off to the gorgeous boy at your mercy, but you can’t. You need to stay composed.

“Does it feel good?” You can’t help but ask and Felix looks at you with panic, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I--what--”

Of course he can’t reply to that. He can’t openly admit that this is turning him on. He’s loyal to Chan and you’re Chan’s girlfriend. Still, you can’t help but press on, "Are you imagining it's me touching you?"

"No!" He squeaks out as you grip his thigh tightly. "Of course. You wouldn't wanna do anything to betray your hyung."

"I don't.” He agrees, voice choked off as he runs his palm over the length of his dick that was now clearly imprinted in his pants.

“Good boy.” You purr, taking note of how he would react. When he shudders at the praise, you gain more confidence, pulling his thigh towards you and spreading his legs further apart. He whines even louder at that, his hips bucking up into his hand. "You'd never really want me to touch you. You're a good, loyal boy."

"I'm a good boy." He agrees as he humps his hand.

God, you've only ever dreamt of something like this in your fantasies. All the boys you've been with before have never let you do this to them or to even talk to them like that, and you find that you like it even more than you thought you would.

"Yes, you are.” You coo, delighted, but your smile falls as you notice someone heading your way. Cold dread sweeps over your body as reality washes over you, sobering you up from the booze and the sex. “Felix, stop! Chan is coming.”

He straightens up immediately, eyes flitting through the crowd of people until they land on Chan’s approaching form.

“No. So close” He breathes out, his hips rutting desperately into his hand, trying to cum before Chan arrives. He’s so close, you can tell, but he’s not quite there yet, and you know he’s not gonna make it so you grab his hand and pin it down next to him on the seat as Chan approaches.

“No!” Felix wails, collapsing into your side.

"Woah! Felix, are you okay?" Chan rushes the last few steps over, stumbling a little from how drunk he is.

"He’s okay.” You rush to say, keeping Chan at bay so he wouldn’t come too close. “He just needs some water."

“Oh, okay. I'll go get him some.”

"Thanks, babe." You reply gratefully, and when Chan is far enough away, you brush Felix off you, sharply telling him to get himself together. He gets whiplash from your sudden cold attitude.

"Noona?" He asks hesitantly, and you snap at him. "You almost got us caught, you idiot!"

He pouts, his eyes getting watery. "I'm sorry, noona. I'll do better next time."

"Next time?” You ask in disbelief, “There will be no next time. In fact, this never happened."

"But it did--" He glares at you.

"Shut your mouth. Chan is back." You hiss quietly then turn to your boyfriend with a tight smile. "Thanks, babe."

You grab the water from him and open it before handing it to Felix. “Drink up, lixie."

He doesn’t move, staring you down angrily, and for a split second you’re terrified he’ll reveal everything to Chan right then and there. But then he breaks eye contact, grabbing the bottle from your hand and gulping down mouthfuls of it.

“Is Felix okay?” Chan asks, unsure, and you turn to him with the biggest smile you can muster. “Yeah, he’s just fine. How about we go for that dance you wanted earlier?”

“But I just danced.” Chan whines as you stand up and link your arms with him, dragging him away from the table.

“Without me so it doesn’t count.” You giggle and kiss his cheeks and he relents.

You throw one last glance back at Felix and you feel your heart skip a beat at the dark look on his face. This was certainly far from over.

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A/N: next chapter is hopefully lixie in a kitty maid outfit uwu feedback keeps me going and makes me upload faster :))))

#felix smut #stray kids smut #sub!felix #sub!idol #dom!reader #yandere!au

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Mafia! Kim Taehyung- Defensive

Hello There!

ANON ASKS! (I know you weren’t on anon but I’m not sure if you wanted your name out there though, but you know who you are!!!!)

Could I please request a Taehyung smut with 25, 59, and 61 in the Mafia AU? Could it also have some angst? If not that's okay!

You most certainly can, my friend!

I went overboard with the angst, my bad boo. Lowkey forgot what I was doing lol. I didn’t touch much on the mafia part but only implied it, my bad.

25- What. Did. They. Say to you? I won’t ask again.

59- I didn’t know you liked playing Cat and Mouse.

61- Normal? Baby we’re the farthest from it.

Y’all, I’m in a shitty mood, grr. Like, I’m just ugh...I don’t know if my mood is reflective of my writing right now but I’m sorry in advance. Hopefully I can make it up somehow.

Leggo!

...

Fuck! Okay Y/N whatever you do, don’t tell him what happened today. A misunderstanding led to some random guy ‘accidentally’ spilling his drink on you.

You beelined for the bedroom, rushing to yank off your sweater. You tried to gather yourself before you ran into Taehyung. If he found out that someone had thrown rum in your face today, they wouldn’t live to see the next day.

Fate however was not on your side.

“Baby?” you heard as you shut the bedroom door. “Is that you?”

Fuck, if you didn’t answer quick enough...you’d probably have a gun to your face. You always had to make your presence known around Taehyung and his friends, y’know for protective reasons. In his line of work, you couldn’t afford to surprise him.

“Yeah it’s me!!” you replied quickly. You threw your jacket in the hamper, only to realize the spirits had soaked through to your shirt.

Taehyung walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He smiled upon seeing you. “Damn babe, I’m glad your here.” he began. “The day I fucking had-...why is your shirt wet?”

“Oh...um...” you tried to find an excuse as he walked up.

‘Why do you smell like you were at a bar? You don’t drink.” (a/n....BUT AUTHOR-CHAN DOOOOEEESS...)

You looked away from him, too scared to even talk. “Y/N...” he said lowly. “Did something happen?”

“Y-yes.” you looked down.

“...You gonna tell me?” his dominant side had made an appearance.

“It was just a misunderstan-”

“Bullshit.”

“No I swear-”

“What. Did. They. Do to you. I won’t ask again.” he said warningly.

“...Some guy threw his drink on me and my friend because they turned him down.” you told the truth. You glanced up at Taehyung who was red. There was hell in his eyes and you could tell your comment had pissed him off.

“Your friend with you?”

“No, they dropped me off.” you replied.

“Where were you?”

“We were at the plaza.”

“Who was the guy?” he asked slowly.

“The bartender.” you couldn’t lie, you wouldn’t dare. You had lied to him one time...out of sheer fear for another assholes life. The guy was barely recognizable after Tae was done with him.

“All I need to know.” Taehyung had marched over to his closet and began rummaging through it.

“Taehyung no! It’s no big deal!” you tried to stop him.

“Some dick HARRASED you and it’s no big deal?!”

“It’s not worth scaring him!”

“Baby...I’m not gonna scare him. I’m gonna mangle him so bad no one will recognize his face for the rest of his pathetic life!” he yanked down a shirt. “Better yet I should have been with you!” he glowered.

“Taehyung, you know that’s a bad idea!” it was your turn to snap. When the most feared guy in town was your boyfriend, people treated you different...you didn’t wanna be stared at in the grocery store just because of someone else’s line of work. You two hadn’t even gone public.

Taehyung turned towards you, dropping the shirt in his hands. “Bad idea?”

“A very bad idea!” you repeated yourself. “You’ll kill him!”

“That’s the point!” he rebutted. “Y/N, what’s the matter with you?”

“I just don’t want you to waste your breath dealing with some asshole.” you tried to explain. “Tae, I’m telling you it’s not worth it!”

“Do you even know what you’re covered in?” he crossed his arms.

Your silence told him everything.

“How the fuck am I gonna protect if you never let me defend you?” Taehyung glowered. “Some dickface spilled some shit on you and you don’t even know what it is and you want me to sit here and do nothing about it?!”

“Tae, you can’t solve all my problems with your fists!”

“Yes, the fuck I can. But I can’t if people don’t know I’m your man.” he glowered. “It’s almost like...you’re ashamed of me.”

“Tae, baby!” you breathed. You urgently held the sides of his face. “You know that’s not true. I’m hurt you even jumped to that conclusion.”

Taehyung didn’t look at you, nor did he speak.

“How am I supposed to go about my day when people would be scared to even bump into me. I don’t want you to drop everything just to scare someone. You have way more important things to do that abandon your duties to take care of my problems...but” you stepped back. “you think I’m ashamed of you.” you sighed. “Tae...look at me.” you sniffed. “Please.”

Now it was his turn to look at you. “No, no baby don’t cry please.” he took you into his arms. “Don’t do that, don’t cry.” he shushed you. “I know you’re not ashamed of me...I just hate that I can’t defend you.” he sighed. “I wanna be there with you but with the guys and all this...it feels like I can’t.” he pressed his forehead against yours.

You felt bad. You didn’t want it to come to this.

“Tae...I’m-”

“No...don’t apologize.” he shushed you.

“I have to.” you mumbled. “I’m not ashamed of you...”

“I know. I’m sorry.” he said into your hair. “I shouldn’t have said that, baby.” he continued. “I just wanna be there with you...I didn’t realize work had been getting in the way. ”

“I ain’t say all that.” you mumbled.

“Its I didn’t, babe. Grammar, my dear.” he laughed as you looked up at him. “And you didn’t have to.”

“You a teacher? No, then shut up.” you said grumpily.

“Ahh there’s my smart mouth.” he caught you by a surprise with a kiss. It just then dawned on you that he was still wearing a towel. It didn’t seem to phase him though.

“Could you be normal for once?” you giggled, returning his affections anyways.

“ Normal? Baby we’re the farthest from it. “

He gingerly held the back of your head and he moved his lips against yours. All the tension from earlier seemed to melt off. Your body was pulled against his, closing any free space between you two.

“Does baby forgive me?” he pulled away and trailed his fingers down your side.

“Your horny ass!” you groaned, stepping away from him. “Away with you!”

“Get back here.” he lightly commanded, you could tell he was teasing.

“So you can get your mangy paws on me? Don’t think so.” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“ I didn’t know you liked playing Cat and Mouse. “ he smirked. “Get your ass back here.” he towered over you as he crossed the room. “Don’t make me repeat myself, babe.”

“Hm..what are ya gonna do?” you looked him up and down.

In a swift movement, he ripped off his towel revealing all his glory.

“Wanna ask me that again?” he bit his lip as he stepped towards you.

“What’s gonna happen if I do?” you raised an eyebrow. With a giggle, Taehyung stood right in front of you. He raised his hand and rested his palm at the base of your throat. (...choke me zaddy)

“You don’t wanna know, darling” he bit his lip. He walked backwards towards his bed and sat down, taking you into his lap.

He moved his hands from your throat to the side of your face. It was then you realized he was completely naked still. It didn’t seem to bother him. All you could do was laugh as you were practically thrown onto the bed.

“Take it off.” he began kissing down your neck, yanking at the hem of your shirt. You allowed him to strip you of your shirt. “Take these off next.” He fumbled with the button of your jeans. In no time, your shirt and pants were thrown on the floor. “Damn girl, you’re so fine.”

He began kissing down your chest, hovering his lips over the slope of your breasts. He ghosted over your stomach.

“You know this proves that all of our problems can be solved by sex, right?” you raised an eyebrow. You propped yourself on your elbow to get a good look at him.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” he laughed.

Taehyung hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and swiftly yanked them off with reckless abandon.

“Of course you don’t.” you groaned. Tae laughed, crawling back up to hover his lips over yours.

‘We aren’t done talking about this.” he said, slightly teasing your entrance with his length. “But for now, I’ll let it go.”

(I might, keyword MIGHT make an additional part to this, I just have to see how my internet is looking in the next few days.)

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I’ll Handle This (10)

In Which Marinette Says the Thing

I was the most excited about this chapter and had most of it written already. :)

Also, I bumped up the rating a bit because there’s extremely mild nudity in this chapter.

(Ao3 | FF.net)

—

She looked fierce. Nails done, a cute, white skirt (that she hadn’t spilled her breakfast on!) and a red and white polka dot blouse. She was cute, she was hot, and she was ready to nab her man!

Said man walked into class wearing...

Oh boy.

A leather jacket, with no shirt underneath, a kilt, and knee high combat boots. There was not a single person that didn’t stare at him.

“Sup nerds?”

Nino entered with him, slightly chuckling, like he had heard a very funny inside joke.

Marinette gawked at him. “Adrien...”

“Aww! Pooh Bear! Look at how cute you are!”

Marinette’s initial horror in his appearance turned into excitement. He called her cute!

“Adrien, do we have to have this dress code talk again?” Miss Bustier sighed.

It turned out he did have a shirt on under the jacket. A black button-up. He untucked the flaps, and buttoned them, unevenly, to cover his sweet sweet bod. “Better?”

Miss Bustier shook her head, but urged him to sit down.

“Soooo,” Alya asked, with a wiggling eyebrow. “Are you wearing that kilt...properly?”

He grabbed the hem, squeezing his knees together to shuffle shyly. “You wanna see?”

Marinette burst into color. “Adrien!”

He laughed, “oh, I’m just kidding. I’m wearing boxers under this.”

“Alright everyone, get in your seats, it’s time to start!”

—

Marinette tried to do her very best to stay calm. But the very idea that a confession to Adrien would be happening today kept her distracted.

She stared at him, watching as he scrawled notes...in Chinese? He really was an overachiever!

The day passed in a crawl, Marinette fretting every minute.

Then the lunch bell rang, and students began to pack up for break.

“Adrien?” She blurted, her hands shaking.

He turned and looked at her, grinning, and lowering his sunglasses to flash her half-lidded eyes. “You rang?”

“Um...can we talk together? Er, go somewhere together to talk? I have something I want to tell you.”

His grin turned into a full tooth smile. “Of course! Where to?”

“Um...mom’s got stuff for sandwiches, if you want to come over.”

“Sounds wonderful!” He packed up his bag, and then held out his hand for her.

He wanted to hold her hand! Ah!

Nervously smiling, she put her hand in his, and let him lead her from the room.

At the risk of having a horribly awkward lunch, she took the lead, and led him upstairs to the slowly emptying third floor.

“What’s up here?”

“I...can’t wait anymore. If this makes things weird, you could probably catch up with Nino or the guys...”

He very gently touched her cheek. “I told you I wanted to have lunch with you, and I will. So say whatever you have to say.” He took his sunglasses off and put them on his head.

Marinette took a huge breath. “Now, I just need to know...who is the real you? Are you...is this who you are, and you were suppressing the rebellious, chaotic side? Or are you putting on a show?”

He blinked at her, eyes wide. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean...I support whoever you are. I want you to feel free to be you, and celebrate what makes you special, but...” she tucked some hair behind her ear, a nervous motion. “I just miss the boy I fell in love with.”

“Marinette...”

“I love you no matter what, though! I promise! I just...your kindness, your shy sweetness and honesty really captivated me. That day when you gave me your umbrella, and you went out of your way to apologize for the misunderstanding. You didn’t have to. I was the one that jumped to conclusions, but you wanted to make friends and get on the right foot with me. Your laughter, your smile...I was a goner.” She hugged the strap of her purse. “So this new version of you has been jarring, but...if I’ve been reading your signs right...?”

He pulled her into a hug. “Oh Marinette. Sweet, kind, thoughtful Marinette. You’ve figured me out. This is all an act. Except my attitude towards you. I feel the same.”

“You...love me?”

“Yes. More than I can express.”

She raised her head, tilting her chin and slowly closing her eyes.

The gag kiss during truth or dare was one thing, but Adrien would kill Plagg if he kissed Marinette in earnest like this.

Instead, he pressed a finger to her lips and smiled at her confused look. “Not yet. The timing isn’t right. If I could give you the world, I would. In fact, anything else, I’ll give it to you. You have my heart, and that will be yours as long as you want it. But I don’t think you want a relationship right now.”

“I’m confused...” Marinette said, her lips trembling.

“I want to protect you from my father and Lila. If I make you my girlfriend, they will try to hurt you to get to me. I’d hate to ask you to wait for me, since you’ve finally gotten the courage up to confess...but would you wait?”

Marinette reached up to hold his face, letting her thumb pass reverently over his cheek. How had she gotten so lucky to fall for a man so thoughtful? So loving?

“Adrien, I’d wait a hundred years to be with you. It’ll be our secret for now.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted more from the conversation-“

“Just knowing my feelings are returned are enough. Thank you.”

He took her hand again. “You still want to feed me sandwiches? Do I still deserve it?”

“Of course you do...My Prince.”

Plagg almost retched, but he schooled his face into an adoring grin before he faced her again. “That’s adorable!”

“You like it?”

“I love it!” It was just cheesy enough for Adrien.

“Then that’ll be your nickname...in secret. No one else will know.”

“I think you’ll come to find that our little secret will be so much more fun between us.”

—

After lunch, Plagg and Marinette returned to school. They stopped holding hands as they approached the building, but they stood close and bumped each other coyly.

The behavior didn’t go unnoticed by Alya or Lila. But Alya was the only one to confront them.

“You two seem close,” she asked, twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, we just had a very funny lunch together.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep. Some great inside jokes. You had to be there.” Plagg sent a wink at Marinette and she seemed to swoon on the spot.

Plagg let her go back to her seat, ignoring the whispering from the girls behind him.

They thought he couldn’t hear them. He could.

Nino bumped his elbow. “Everything cool dude?”

“Absolutely. I’ll tell you later.”

—

Later came after school, of course. The second Plagg and Nino were away from school property, Plagg blurted out, “I’m a genius. I got Marinette to confess her undying love for Adrien. Boo-yah!”

“What?!” Nino shrieked. “Dude! She’s been trying to get that out for months! How on earth—no, wait. I know the answer.”

“Confidence.”

“And obvious flirting.” Nino scoffed. “Adrien always threw out the line, ‘you’re such a good friend’ in front of her. It was like wearing a big sign that said, ‘I will reject you!’”

“I’m right here, you know,” Adrien said, poking his head out of Plagg’s jacket. “And to my defense, I was trying to be faithful to—“

Plagg covered his mouth before he could accidentally reveal Marinette as Ladybug. “No excuses, lover boy!”

Thankfully, Adrien seemed to realize the mistake he almost made and nodded. “Fine, fine. I appreciate that you didn’t kiss her...again. So now what? Have we fulfilled that part of the contract yet?”

“Not quite.” He held up the ring. A paw print with three pads faintly shone on the surface. “Once a condition is met, you’ll hear the ring give its telltale beep and a pad will disappear. Once the paw print completely vanishes...well, you’ll be back in your own body anyway.”

“So...what do I need to do? She already confessed to me.”

This was a conversation better had without Nino involved. Of course he was a bro, and would be helpful for things. But Ladybug’s identity should still remain a secret.

“Nino...” Plagg began, with a drawl. “How much do you know about the birds and the bees?”

Nino sputtered. “HA! BYE!” And he made an about face and hurried towards home.

“Wait Nino!” Called Adrien.

“We’ll meet up with you later!” Plagg sang after.

Adrien looked to his body. “Please tell me you don’t have to...get up to some nasty stuff with my lady. Sure, it’s my body, but you’re like a bazillion years old and I was rather hoping to wait until marriage—“

“Calm down, Romeo. No, there’s not any hanky panky involved. I just needed to get Nino to leave without saying, ‘hey leave’. If he’s going to be suspicious, I need him on a whole other wavelength.”

“Okay, so if there’s no horizontal tango happening, then what are we doing?”

Plagg slipped the ring off his finger. “You need to spend time with her. Tell her or don’t. Just spend time with her outside of school and akumas and get to know her better. For an alibi, tell her that you haven’t been feeling well and you need to be in proximity of the Miracle Box. Then have her send her earrings to me so things stay even.”

“Will she go for that?”

“Probably. You know her better than I do.”

“What about the ring? Don’t you need to wear it because we’re switched?”

“Nah. It should be alright for a little while. It should stay with my body though.”

“Okay...I guess...I’ll go see Marinette.”

“Have fun!” Plagg wiggled his fingers in a farewell and started walking to where Nino had disappeared.

Nervous as all get out, Adrien fled to the bakery, trying to figure out what he was going to tell Marinette.

When was it appropriate to come clean? How long should he wait? Should he blab at all?

Soon, he was hovering above her trap door, and peering inside. Marinette sat at her desk, music playing as she worked on homework. Her head bobbed to some tunes.

“Okay, she thinks you’re Plagg. So she’ll welcome you in and listen to what you tell her. And if she finds out you’re Adrien, then she loves Adrien and everything will be fine. Right? Right!” He psyched himself up.

Using his poorly practiced phasing powers, he entered her room and came to float by her desk. “Hiya pigtails!” He chirped, in the typical Plagg style.

She jerked, before turning to him. Her eyes landed on the ring and widened with surprise. “Why do you have that?! Is Chat okay?! What’s wrong?!” She stood, and nearly knocked over her chair.

Even Tikki looked surprised.

“Everything is fine!” He rushed to rectify. Then he remembered Plagg’s crafted lie. “Mostly. I haven’t been feeling very good, so I think I need to be closer to the Miracle Box for a little bit. I brought the ring for you, if you would send Tikki to Chat for a little while. That way he’s covered in case there’s an Akuma attack.”

Luckily, she bought his dirty fib and started to remove her earrings. “Oh, well if you aren’t feeling well, that means Chat won’t be in top form. We can’t have that! Of course we can trade!” She took the earrings off and handed them to Tikki, before putting on the ring.

Adrien felt a tingle down his spine as the black metal turned rose gold on her dainty finger.

“Is he at home?” Asked Tikki.

“No, come with me, I’ll tell you.” And he escorted her up to the balcony.

“Did Plagg put you up to this?” She asked, once outside. “This seems like one of his hair brained schemes.”

“I mean...he came up with the excuse...but I thought Marinette’s confession today would fulfill one of the conditions of the contract, but it didn’t. Plagg said I should just spend time with her.”

Thankfully, Tikki was the nice one. She patted his paws. “I’m sure you miss her too. I won’t say anything. But I will be having a word with Plagg about this whole thing. He should know that body swaps don’t always work!”

“Don’t tell me that! I’m struggling as it is!”

“Sorry!” She giggled. “Why don’t you go on in. Be prepared though. She’s been all sighs since ‘Adrien’ returned her feelings today.”

If he could blush, he would have. “Oh boy...”

“Where am I going?”

“Oh, Plagg is staying with Nino now. He left home. And uhhh...Nino knows. About me, not Marinette.”

She scoffed. “That rascal.”

“Thanks for understanding, Tikki.”

“I’m understanding with you, because you’re the victim of a manipulative, chaotic creature of destruction and havoc.”

“He can be a bit of a turd.”

“What am I doing? You could be spending time with the love of your life! Now, go on!” Tikki pushed him towards the door before flitting off to Nino’s.

Suddenly faced with seeing Marinette again, and continuing to lie to her face, he sheepishly returned to her room.

She had ducked out for the moment, and he found himself alone.

Alone, but surrounded by dozens of pictures of himself.

Knowing about her crush put these photos in a different context, for sure.

“Just a fan” she said. She was a big fat liar too!

“Adorable, isn’t he?” Her voice grabbed him while he was off guard.

“Uhhh...I guess? For a human?”

She giggled, and set down the plate of cheese danishes onto her desk. “That’s Adrien. He’s kind of my boyfriend. It’s not official yet, but he loves me.” She smiled widely. “He told me just today.”

“‘Kind of’ your boyfriend? You’re okay with that?”

“He can’t date right now because of his father. But he asked me to wait for him. I’d wait a thousand years for him.”

His heart hammered in his chest. “What about three years? What if he can’t date until he’s 18?”

“That’s fine.” She said nonchalantly. “We can still hang out. We can focus on school and drama doesn’t have to come between us...”

“And if someone else available comes along?”

Marinette couldn’t know the real reason he was asking that question. She just fondly patted his head. “Sorry Plagg. I know you care a lot about Chat, but Adrien...Adrien means the world to me. I love Chat too, but in a different way. And he’s not available, not to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Chat will always just be my partner. Can only be my partner. We couldn’t date if I wanted too. It would be too difficult.” She sat back at her desk and sighed. “It would hurt too much.”

Adrien was struck speechless. How was he even supposed to respond to that? Was that an admission that she actually did have some feelings for Chat Noir?

It didn’t matter. Not now. “I didn’t mean to put you on the offensive. I was just...curious, is all. I’m happy you’ve found someone who loves you.”

She smiled at him then, scooping him out of the air and scratching his cheek with her finger. “Thanks Plagg. I hope I didn’t come off as snooty. I know you care about Chat. But he can fight his own battles.”

Her words made him feel like garbage. She had no idea, of course. Because up until the body swap, Adrien’s battles were not being fought. They were purposefully not being fought, because he was too chicken shit to upset anyone.

“Yeah...he’s brave alright...” he muttered.

Marinette settled down at her desk and continued on her homework.

What was a boy to do? He sat on the desk, and helped himself to the cheese danishes.

They were almost worth the trip over here by themselves.

“Enjoying yourself?” Marinette asked, eyebrow quirked.

At that, Adrien realized with thinly veiled horror that he had been moaning.

Eek.

“These are the most delicious things I’ve ever had!” Or maybe it was because Plagg had only fed him Camembert until now. Sure, Plagg’s taste buds were attuned to the foul stuff, but after a while, the same foods over and over get old.

Marinette just smiled at him fondly and continued with her work.

Would it be odd to look at her? Would she notice? He certainly found it hard to look away. He couldn’t stare at her during school. Not as Plagg, and not as Adrien from now on.

She tapped her pencil against her perfectly kissable lips, scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes as she studied the page. It was adorable, but more so, it was the same face she made as Ladybug, when she was trying to solve her Lucky Charm.

Was it hindsight? Or if he saw Marinette making that face, would he have realized it?

Would he have cared enough to look at her?

Of course he would! He argued with himself. Marinette was always special, and her being Ladybug only elevated her in his mind. It was a match that made sense. Of course she was Ladybug. No one else could be so…wonderful.

But faced with her, and not knowing what to say or how to begin to explain the truth, he had to ask himself the tell tale question:

Did he like Marinette now because she was Ladybug? Or did he always like her, and was only in denial?

He begged it was the second. It had to be.

Her qualities were the same. There was nothing about Marinette that made him recoil or actively deny her identity.

Scratch that, Marinette was ridiculously clumsy.

But besides that, they were the same.

“Thinking about something tough over there?” Marinette asked.

“Huh? Oh. Uh...yeah. You know how it is.” Like that made any sense.

“Right. Like I could understand the problems of a Kwami.” She teased. “If you need to talk, I’m all ears.”

Soon. Soon he’d explain everything. But right now, he was just too nervous and scared of her wrath. “Thanks Marinette. I appreciate it. But I don’t want to distract you from your homework.”

She shrugged a little, not wanting to pry, before going back to work.

Adrien and Marinette shared the cheese danishes, and occasionally talked as she worked. When she got severely stuck, he would throw her a few hints.

Then she stretched, finished. “Oh thank goodness! I’m so tired, and I could use a lazy evening.”

“Marinette! Dinner time!”

“Well, after dinner, I’d like a lazy evening.” She scratched Adrien’s head. “Let’s just hope there’s no Akuma attack.”

“Fingers crossed!”

“You’ll be fine up here alone?”

“Of course. Have fun with your parents.”

“Oh,” she wilted. “Should I tell them about Adrien?”

“Why not?”

“I’m just scared that my nosy parents will ask a hundred questions. And we’re not even official.”

“Maybe by mentioning it now, when it becomes official, it won’t be much of a shock.”

“And maybe we can avoid another disaster like when my dad got akumatized. You’re right.” She couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, I’ll tell you how it goes!” And she went downstairs.

Adrien sat on her desk, scanning the walls and taking in all of his pictures. She really loved him, didn’t she?

And how long had that gone on, and he never noticed?

Was it okay to snoop? Of course morally and ethically, no, it wasn’t. But he was technically her sort of boyfriend. It couldn’t hurt.

Right?

So he snooped. Just a precursory glance through her belongings. It was all very innocent.

Until he found the pink half-circle book. Her diary.

Maybe it was the influence of Plagg’s magic in him. Or this whole experience was turning him into a rascal.

But he opened the book and started to read.

The entries were pretty innocent too. Day to day things, balancing life as a superhero and a student. She mentioned him a few times. Using phrases like, ‘golden hair’, ‘handsome face’, ‘emerald eyes’, and ‘abundant kindness’. She wrote about the times they interacted. From him catching her when she tripped, to the glances they shared. Just the smallest interactions between them, she cherished.

It almost made his heart hurt with how moved he was.

And then there was an entry whose content made him feel a different sort of pain. She recounted a day he had not experienced. Her encounter with his akuma, Chat Blanc.

He read the pages, soaking up every heart breaking moment. All the cruel things he had said to her that he would have never known. Why hadn’t she said anything? Was it too painful? Or did…

Did she think he didn’t need to know?

The diary slammed shut as he was finishing the entry, and a very angry and embarrassed Marinette stood over him, glaring. “Little snoop.”

“Yeah yeah, cats and curiosity and all that. So sue me.”

She took the book away and put it in a box with a lid. “Remind me never to leave you alone in my room ever again.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.”

She walked away, heading to her dresser. “Are you like this with Chat, too?”

“Oh, I’m much worse. You have no idea.”

She laughed at him, and took her pajamas out of her drawers.

Then without warning, she took off her pants.

And Adrien’s mouth went dry. He watched as she slipped on her pajama pants, and then took off her shirt, and even her bra, before putting on a loose t-shirt.

He was not going to get that image out of his head for a long, long time.

She turned to him and started talking like nothing had happened. “So what do you want to do? I’m all done with homework, and so as long as there’s no Akuma attack, I can do whatever I want. What do you and Chat usually do?”

Adrien didn’t know how to tell her he didn’t really have free time. Plagg just looked up cheese blogs on his phone, or watched a movie while Adrien worked on homework.

“You pick. I’ll just watch if you want to play video games or design.”

“I’m actually kind of tired. I might just watch videos in bed.”

“Sounds fun! Can I join?”

“Sure! Whatever you want, Plagg.” Marinette climbed her ladder up to her loft and settled against her pillows. She pulled a fuzzy blanket around her legs and sighed in content. “Just what the doctor ordered!”

Adrien hesitated a moment, trying to decide where to sit. Her shoulder? Her stomach?

But Marinette took the choice away and patted her chest, just above her heart.

Eagerly, he settled, curling his tail around his body, and absorbing her body heat. She scratched between his ears and made him purr almost instantly.

This was heaven. When he got his body back, he’d lay his head here. Hopefully, she’d scratch his scalp just the same.

The videos played on her phone, just memes. Every time she chuckled, her chest would rumble with the noise, and fill him with joy.

He could hear her heart beating. The heart she had opened for him just today. A heart that he lived in.

And then her phone started flashing with a red light. And akuma alert!

“Uh oh!” Marinette clicked on the alert, checking out the details. “It’s a sentimonster! Come on Plagg, we can’t leave Misterbug out to dry!”

As she scaled the ladder to her balcony, he panicked. How was this going to work? Was she going to notice once they transformed? Would he be able to hear her thoughts like he could when Plagg transformed?

Would he look through her eyes?

She raised the hand with the ring on it. “Alright! Plagg, Claws out!”

Nothing happened.

“Um...Plagg, Claws out?”

“Oh.” Adrien gasped, “oh no.”

“Oh no what? Are you broken? Do I need to fix you?”

“No! I mean—sort of, but you already did your part! I’m just...”

“Plagg, what’s going on?”

He sighed, screwing up his lips and unintentionally showing his fangs. “Um...I’m not...I’m not actually Plagg.”

She stared at him, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing. “Then...who are you?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“No guarantees!”

“Well, okay.” He gulped. “I’m...Adrien?”

She blinked. “Adrien? Like...no. No no no not like Adrien Agreste, my new supposed boyfriend?!”

“That’s me! Hi P-Pooh Bear?”

“What?!” She shrieked. “How?! When?! What—“ she snatched him out of the air with firm hands. “HAVE YOU BEEN ADRIEN THIS WHOLE TIME?”

“I mean, I’ve been Adrien my whole life,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“No, no don’t joke with me right now.” She sniffed. “How long have you been like this?”

“Um...about two weeks now. Since that day he came to school in a crop top.”

Marinette shut her eyes tight, a few tears slipping past her cheeks. “That long...”

“Marinette?”

“So it was all a lie? Plagg’s just—messing with us? With me? You don’t really—“ she squeezed her eyes shut and started crying in earnest.

“No! No Marinette! Of course I love you! I’ve always loved you, you know that! The second I learned you were Ladybug, everything made sense! I was so happy and I told Plagg he had to win you over. Please Marinette, this was never supposed to be malicious.” He nuzzled against her fingers, offering up a purr. “I promise.”

With her free hand, she wiped her face. “Alright, well suppose I believe you. What happened? Why are you like this?”

“I made a deal with the devil. Plagg, specifically. He said he was tired of me complaining all the time. So he said he could solve all my problems if I just agreed to it. Then I woke up in his body.”

“What problems?”

“Well...my unrequited love for you, for one.”

She blushed.

“My relationship with my father for two, and the third is Lila’s harassment.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Marinette sighed. “That’s why he was doing all those things...”

“You mean dressing like a moron and messing with Lila?”

“Yes. And flirting with me.”

“To be honest,” he scratched the back of his head. “I would have flirted with you earlier if I had known you were Ladybug. I liked you before, I was just trying to pretend I didn’t, because I wanted to be loyal to...well, you.”

She held him softly in her hands. “We’ve made a mess of things, haven’t we?”

“It was for our own good. Secret identities and all that.”

“You almost sound like you just repeat that to yourself, but you don’t believe it.”

“I had to repeat it to myself,” he urged. “Every day. Because I so desperately wanted to be with you, to spend time with you out of the suit. I was so lonely and I thought, if there was one person I could trust with my identity, it had to be you. But I wanted to honor your wishes. I just hoped to wear you down, eventually.”

She passed her thumb over his cheek and whiskers. “I had been thinking about it, ever since I became the guardian. I wanted to keep you safe, but if something happened to Plagg and you couldn’t transform, no one would know. I’m not upset with you, Kitty. Though I wish this reveal had happened a little more...mutually.” Suddenly, her eyes widened. “What are we doing?! We have a sentimonster!”

“Aw let him fight on his own! He deserves some sort of punishment for this and I have yet to come up with a good one.”

She chuckled. “Alright, fine. We’ll give him a few minutes and see how things are going.”

“You’re taking this better than I expected.”

“I’m in shock.” She chuckled, a little hysterical. “It took me so much courage to confess…and it wasn’t even to your face. That would happen to me.”

He floated out of her hand and nuzzled her face. “All that matters is that I know. We can’t be together quite yet, but the second I get my body back, I plan to make you mine.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely, Bugbear.”

She kissed between his ears. “Okay, My Prince. I look forward to it.”

The ring on her finger beeped, and a paw pad faded out.

“What was that?”

Adrien sighed with relief. “The condition has been met.”

“Condition?”

Just then, a swath of Ladybugs rushed over the city, righting whatever the Sentimonster had ruined.

“Well, looks like he didn’t need our help after all.”

Marinette laughed slightly. “They have been doing this a long time. It probably only took them this long to get it because of travel time.”

Adrien nodded. “So, just to clarify, you aren’t mad at me?”

“Of course not! It sounds like Plagg tricked you. Though I am mad at you for reading my diary…and watching me change!”

“In my defense, I was not warned you were going to change.”

“Still you could have turned around!” She blushed.

“Sorry, Bugaboo, I guess I was just a little star struck.”

She bopped him on the nose. “Now don’t try to flatter me to get out of being caught.”

A yoyo wrapped around the chimney above their heads, and Misterbug made his appearance. His very jarring, ancient appearance. He wore black leggings with a red loincloth around his waist. His shirt was cropped and had billowing sleeves. The mask was just a cloth that tied around his lower face.

“Well well well, I figured if you weren’t on the battle field, you were busy having a lover’s quarrel.” He smirked, the smile only creasing his eyes.

Marinette looked to Plagg. “Dearest Sunshine, do you mind terribly if I abuse your body?”

“Be my guest.”

Marinette wound up a punch and socked Plagg right in the shoulder.

“Ow! Hey, that actually hurt.”

“I hope you, you monster! How could you hurt my poor, sweet, innocent Adrien!?” She cuddled him close to her cheek.

Plagg scoffed. “Puh-lease. There is nothing innocent about that boy. Spots off.”

The pink light faded, and Adrien’s body remained. It was almost hard to look at him, even though she knew it wasn’t really Adrien.

“Oh, now she gets all shy~!” Plagg taunted. “I should have retransformed when I landed. Maybe she wouldn’t have punched me!”

“You deserved it.” Tikki said, flatly.

“Yeah, whatever. So? How’d it go?”

Marinette held out the ring. “It beeped?”

“Excellent!” He took it off her finger. “Two to go!” He slipped the ring on and took off the earrings. “Now I just have to focus on Gabriel and Lila. I think Gabe’s getting ready to crack. Lila though, I might have to push a little harder.”

“Thank you for the warning,” Marinette added. “It makes me feel better that I might not have to put up with her for much longer. So I can take a little damage.”

Adrien frowned. “Can’t I stay with Marinette a while longer?”

Plagg huffed. “I mean you could…but then you couldn’t see the absolute chaos that I planned.”

Adrien winced. “Ugh, fine. I’ll go with you.” He turned to Marinette, pressing a kiss on her cheek. “Bye Bugaboo. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay Kitty. I love you!”

Adrien’s heart nearly burst with love. “I love you too!”

“Gross.” Plagg gagged. “Alright, time to go! Adrien, Claws Out!”

—

Chat Plagg Noir returned to the Lahiffe residence, and swung in through Nino’s window.

Nino for his part, was nearly dancing in panic.

“You good, my man?”

Nino shook his head frantically. “There’s a policeman here for you! I tried to stall as long as I could, and said you were asleep and a heavy sleeper! But I think he’s about to burst down my door!”

“A policeman? What for?”

“I don’t know! He just said he had to talk to you!”

“Claws in.” Plagg walked over to the door, and exited, pensively watching the uniformed man in the living room.

“Did you have a nice nap?” The man asked, arms crossed.

“I did, until I was shaken awake. Is there a problem officer?”

“Adrien Agreste, you are under arrest.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfiction #I'll handle this #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #adrien and plagg #body swap #identity reveal

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tired0artist · 3 years

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not enough (part five) the end

>part one< >part two<

>part three< >part four<

paring: female!V x Johnny Silverhand

warnings: domestic shit, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, misunderstanding, Johnny loves his girl, and she loves him, jealousy

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Warmth surrounded V’s body as she slept peacefully. Her body completely surrounded by another one, arms around her waist tight yet gentle as if they were holding the most precious thing in the world.

The blissful moment was stopped by loud cries just outside of the bedroom door.

V sighed and snuggled her head in the pillow, mumbling.

“Johnny... your cat wants to come in...”

Johnny groaned and hid his face in V’s hair, while saying in a deep morning voice.

“Yesterday he was yours, when he scratched me and snuggled with you...”

“But you made me take him in”

“You searched the whole city for food to give him”

V kicked him under the covers “Just get up and let him in before he scratches the door”

“You go” Johnny said stubbornly.

“Johnny” she whined.

The man sighed “Okay but what do I get in return?”

“The love of your life, being veryyyy happy” V said, with a smile.

Johnny pinched her side, making her jump a bit “Low blow princess”

“Okay fine. I will wear that skirt you got me...”

“Hmmm... something extra to it?”

V opened her tired eyed and looked at the smirking bastard “I will let you fuck me in it. Will that cut it, for you?”

Johnny grinned and kissed her sweetly, before getting up to let the cat in.

The merc rolled her eyes and snuggled deeper in the sheets, hoping to get another hour of sleep. Nibbles jumped into the bed and squeezed his way under the cover to snuggle into V’s chest.

She opened her eyes and smiled at the little thing.

“Hey, there baby” she cooed as the cat purred as he fell back asleep.

Johnny snorted as he got back in the bed and wrapped his arms around her once again.

“Now it’s ‘hey there baby’ and few moments ago he suddenly was my cat”

V smiled and turned a bit to kiss him on his cheek “Did I mention that I love your grumpy ass?”

“Yeah, you did. Especially in my leather pants” Johnny said with a smirk.

V shook her head and put her head back on the pillow, enjoying the warmth that Johnny provided along with Nibbles.

Two hours later V woke up in the bed alone. Both her man and her cat gone.

She stretched and made her way sleepily to the kitchen, already smiling at Johnny’s voice.

“Off of the counter buddy or she’ll nag both of us”

V silently came around the corner where she saw Johnny making coffee. His long hair pulled in a messy bun, wearing his black pyjama pants and red t-shirt.

Slowly she made her way to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, tucking her head under his arm to look up at him, saying.

“Busted”

He laughed and pointed at the cat “He doesn’t listen, not my fault”

V looked at the cat who simply meowed at her and walked closer to paw at her. She turned a bit to look at his food bowl.

“Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“Why does our cat have a bowl full of cereal?”

Johnny looked at the food bowl in question simply shrugging “We’re out of cat food. Figured that he wouldn’t mind”

V looked up at the love of her life and bursted out laughing.

“What?” he asked in confusion “Food is food, V”

She kissed his cheek with a shake of her head “Oh you’re lucky that I love you, you gonk”

With that she pulled away and picked up their cat, putting him on the ground. Then she made her way to their fridge to make breakfast.

“After you drink your coffee you need to go out and buy him food. Our cat can’t survive on cereal, especially since we’re going out tonight”

Johnny grumbled under his breath as he drinked his black coffee while making a cup of latte for V.

“What was that Robert?” she asked, trying to act strictly.

He glared at her and said “Oh nothing, Violette”

“Dick”

“Cunt”

Meow.

They looked down at their cat who was staring at his owners.

Both lovers started laughing as Johnny said.

“Well said buddy”

V smiled at them, her chest full of warmth.

It was evening as V stood in front of the bar, cursing under her breath as she tried to pull her red leather skirt a bit down.

Whistling caught her attention and as she raised her head up she saw smirking Judy and Panam walking towards her.

“Not. A. Word—“

“Damn you look like a rockstar” Judy said with a mischievous smirk.

“Or rather a rockstar’s chick” Panam corrected with a grin.

V glared at them, her cheeks dusted with a bit of a blush. She was wearing a short red leather skirt, black and red SAMURAI t-shirt from that 2020 tour, fishnets and combat boots. Her black hair was left unchanged and a bit messy and her usually purple painted lips were now dark red.

“Fuck off”

The girls laughed and looked at each other asking.

“Johnny?”

V nodded still blushing “Johnny...”

They laughed again as V crossed her arms with a pout. It was no secret that she preferred wearing pants some turtle neck and a jacket. But Johnny, always insisted on her wearing something more ‘sexy’ from time to time.

Even when he was inside her head, he would nag her about only wearing one thing.

“Okay, if the comedian squad would like to join me. It would be fucking great”

Soon V and the girls were sitting in a large booth, drinking their drinks.

“—and Saul even agreed with me! It’s still so weird leading the family with him...”

V smiled saying “Well I’m not surprised he agreed it was a pretty good plan, Panam. Also I get the feeling, Rogue started nagging me to take over as a fixer and the owner of Afterli—“

“Holy shit, V! You never told us that!” Judy said in shock as she shared a look with Panam.

“I didn’t?” V asked out loud with a frown.

“Em no? The fuck V! That’s big!” Panam said, but as she saw V looking away she frowned asking “Aren’t you happy?”

V shuffled in her seat “I don’t know... I mean. I want to say yes and all, but Johnny and I... we still haven’t decided on what we want to do”

“You should follow your gut, V. It served you well so far” said Judy while taking a drink of her fruit and tequila drink.

“I agree. I mean that’s what I do with Saul all this time. And look I’m doing fucking great” added Panam while waving to a waitress to bring her another beer.

V smiled and nodded “Yeah. Yeah maybe you’re right”

The girls smiled at her just as V felt someone’s hand touch her hip. She turned, her hand already moving to punch whoever touched her, only for it to be stopped by a familiar metal arm.

Johnny grinned and brought her fist closer to his lips to kiss it, saying “I love the way you greet me sweetheart”

V rolled her eyes and looked behind her boyfriend where Kerry, Danny and Nancy stood. She smiled at the group saying.

“Hi!”

Johnny was quickly pushed away by the group as they all hugged and greeted the young merc, along with her friends.

“So you sure you don’t want to play with us?” Nancy asked with a grin.

“No, no, no I’m not good with the guitar or singing—“

“Bullshit. V has some talent, heard her humming few times and sing while drunk. She’s good” Judy said with a smile as V blushed.

“Huh I think that I only heard you humm once, when I was in the coma... but it’s a bit fussy” Johnny said with a frown.

Kerry grinned “Someone’s hidding their talent, honey?”

V’s face was ok fire as she crossed her arms “No. I’m good at breaking arms so if you wanna continue?”

The group quickly scattered with only Johnny left as he laughed and kissed her, slowly but deeply. As he pulled away he whispered “You’ll have to sing to me someday, sweetheart”

With that he walked away while calling over his shoulder “Love your ass in this skirt by the way!”

V rolled her eyes and turned back to her friends, ordering a drink as the girls laughed at her flustered expression.

During the night, the SAMURAI was playing in the bar. V smiled as she saw Johnny enjoying being back on the stage once again, along with his friends. He and Kerry worked everything out during the time that Johnny was back. Now SAMURAI was playing at least once a month in some bars, V was always there. Sometimes alone and sometimes with her friends.

Johnny always asked for her to find a place to sit where he could see her. He said that he felt better knowing that she was right there in the line of his sight. So tonight he definitely saw two guys come over to their booth.

“Hey there, beautiful” one of them said, leaning closer to V.

“Fuck off” she said rolling her eyes.

“Oh come on, pretty girl” the other one said.

Panam looked ready to stand up, but V signaled her to stay seated as she herself stood up to the two far taller men. One of them noticed her t-shirt and said.

“Oh you like SAMURAI? Well it’s your lucky day, beautiful. Cause we know the whole band” said the first one, with a grin.

The music was loud enough that both men didn’t hear both Judy and Panam snort, trying to stifle their laughter.

V raised her brow, deep inside kinda pitying the guys for how unluckily they chose the lie.

“Yeah! We’re even going to the after party with them! Back at Eurodyne’s apartment!” said the other guy.

She smiled wickedly and said in a dumbest tone she could manage “Oh really! Oh I looooove Kerry! He’s the best!”

The girls were almost shaking with laughter as V played her part.

“So eh.. you coming?” the guy asked as his friend smiled.

“Yeah sure, let’s go outside” V said with a smirk.

To no surprise. Once the guys grabbed V’s arms in a not so friendly manner and led her outside, into an alleyway.

“Now shut up. You’re going to with us”

V snorted “Yeah that’s a good one”

With that V pushed them away, kicking the closest guy in his knee, causing to snap back. Then she turned and punched the other and bigger guy, but he managed to duck. V picked up a pipe from the ground and hit the guy on the ground who was probably looking for his gun. As she did that, the other guy grabbed her around the waist.

“Fucking bitch! You’re coming with me!”

“Fuck off!” she screamed, hitting him on the nose with the back of her head.

The guy let go of her and she turned to pick up her pipe, when a gun shoot was heard.

V flinched as a body behind her fell on the ground with a loud thud. She looked up to see Johnny standing in the alleyway, his gun in his hand.

“Johnny—“ she started just as he shot the guy on the ground, who was unconscious right between the eyes.

Then he was walking towards her, his expression unreadable. When she was in the arm’s reach, he pulled her closer and hugged tightly.

She rubbed his back as he was trembling slightly. He would say that it was from the cold, but V knew what triggered him.

“Hey... hey I’m okay. No one’s taking me”

After a moment Johnny pulled away and touched her cheek saying “Don’t you ever do something like this again”

V bit her lip and nodded “Okay, okay I’m sorry. I just knew that they wouldn’t leave us alone and didn’t want to make a fuss in the bar”

“I don’t care about that. Just watching them grab you like that and take out of the bar—“

“Shh... I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t think, okay? I’m right here” V said, feeling bad that she cause Johnny to in a way, relive his trauma.

They stood there for a while just holding each other, before V pulled him back inside the bar. On their way there Johnny kicked one of the corpses.

“Fucking dogs”

V only rubbed his back and kissed his cheek. Once inside she and Johnny joined their friends at the booth.

No one seemed too worried, probably knowing that V could handle herself. Especially since Johnny went out to look for her.

Kerry smiled at them warmly and asked about what happened. V told him about the guys and he simply shook his head with a snort.

“So I’m guessing they weren’t your chooms?” V asked with a smirk, trying to lighten up the mood.

Kerry laughed and shook his head “Nah, maybe there’s some other Eurodyne in the town”

V laughed and looked up at Johnny who was still stiffly holding her hand, squeezing it every once in a while. As if he was making sure that she was right there with him. She pinched his side, bringing his eyes to hers as she said.

“Relax, I’m fine. We’re fine”

He nodded and kissed her hair, whispering “I love you”

“And I you” V whispered with a smile.

The rest of the night the band and V’s friends spent drinking at the bar. The odd bunch of people were all surprisingly getting along.

Nancy was really interested in Panam and her clan, already asking the nomad if she could maybe do an article on them. Danny and Judy seemed to only talk about the braindances and new technologies on the market. While Kerry, Johnny and V were talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

But the topic mostly surrounded Johnny and how he was when Kerry first met him.

“—and there was Johnny. Jumping out of the window of some new chick and running to my car, screaming for me to drive”

V snorted and Johnny shrugged his shoulders, his hand still holding his girlfriend’s hand.

“She never told me that she had a husband”

Kerry snorted “And you didn’t ask. You’re lucky the guy didn’t shoot your balls off”

V laughed and looked up at the man beside her.

“You really were impossible”

Johnny looked down at her and smirked “Sweetheart you had me inside your brain. It shouldn’t be a revelation for you”

“True” V said with a grin.

“Okay chooms, it’s time to start the party” said Johnny as he waved the waitress over, ordering a shit ton of alcohol.

It was around four in the morning, as the women all went to have a smoke in front of the bar, leaving Johnny and Kerry all alone.

“You’re not drunk” said Kerry, as he took a sip of his drink.

Johnny shrugged “I’m tipsy and someone needs to take us to our apartment. Seeing how V was barely walking, means that it’ll be me”

Kerry smiled at his friend saying “You changed, Johnny. And not because someone made you. You changed on your own. Never thought that I would live long enough to see it”

Johnny looked down at his own drink, saying “I honestly felt tempted to drink some more tonight. I didn’t want to remember how I got home and wake up with my head about to explode...”

“But?” Kerry asked, already knowing what his friend will say.

“But then I remembered V. And the thought of going home with her, drunk off of my ass in this fucked up city. Stopped being appealing” Johnny said, as his fists clenched “You know that when Alt was taken... I was both drunk and high. I couldn’t protect her and she paid the price for my stupidity. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, if V suffered because I choose ‘fun’ over her”

Kerry put down his drink and reached across the table to put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder “Johnny. What happened to Alt, will never happen to V okay? She’s the best mercenary in this city, has every fixer here backing her up and Johnny fucking Silverhand is by her side at all times. So she’s safer than most people are”

Johnny smiled and nodded, but the weight didn’t exactly leave his shoulders. Before he could thank Kerry, Judy came up to them.

“V’s calling you”

Immediately Johnny was on his feet, grabbing her and his jackets and leaving the bar. There he saw Panam, Danny and Nancy crouching next to sobbing V.

He kneeled in front to her asking “V? Hey, what’s going on sweetheart?”

V’s head snapped up right away as she jumped and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying.

“Johnny!! I thought that you left...”

Her words confused him as he said “V, I was inside with Kerry. You went out to smoke remember?”

She shook her head mumbling “I only smoke so that you would come out and talk to me...”

Johnny was a silent for a few seconds, before smiling at her “You could just ask, I would come along”

V mumbled something drunkenly and gripped his jacket harder, not letting go as tears were still streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Johnny sighed and looked up at Nancy who seemed to be the most sober “Call us a cab, will ya? I’ll take her home, she needs to sleep it off”

“Yeah I thought so.. I already called. It should be here any minute”

“Thanks”

The women nodded and headed back inside the bar with a short goodbye.

Johnny picked up V as she started calming down a bit, exhaustion taking a toll on her.

The ride home was mostly peaceful as V fell asleep on his chest in the cab. He then carried her up to their new apartment and put her in their bed.

After dressing her into her favourite pyjamas, wiping off her makeup and checking all the windows and doors, Johnny laid down with her.

The move of the mattress woke her up a bit, as she mumbled “Johnny?”

He hugged her closely and kissed her head, whispering “I’m right here, go back to sleep”

She snuggled into him and once again fell asleep, with his following soon after.

Next morning was tough for V as she groaned and pulled her pillow over her head.

“Rough morning, sweetheart?” Johnny asked with a smirk from where he was leaning against the door frame.

V raised the pillow a big and glared at him “Don’t you know it, bastard”

He laughed and went to sit by her side, rubbing her back slightly “If you’re gonna puke. I would rather you do it in the bathroom and not in our bed”

She flipped him off saying “You can bite my ass!”

And to no one’s surprise.

He did just that.

V jumped and threw her pillow at him “The fuck Johnny?!”

Johnny laughed and watched as she was rubbing her ass cheek.

“I did what you suggested, sweetheart”

She glared “Dick”

“Cunt” he said still smirking.

They stared at each other for a while, before Johnny finally stood up saying “I’ll go make you some breakfast, you have painkillers on the nightstand”

“Thanks” she mumbled already moving to get some.

By late noon V was feeling a bit better and finally got out of the bed. She was cleaning the kitchen a bit, when Johnny came in the kitchen handing her, her jacket.

“Get ready, we’re going out”

V took the jacket asking “Where?”

“You’ll see. I want to talk to you about something. So move your ass, so we can delta out of here” he said while going to sit in the living area.

Feeling confused as hell, V made her way to their bedroom and got dressed. She was just pulling her hair into a messy bun, as she walked out.

“Ready?” Johnny asked, getting up from their red leather couch.

“Yeah but—“

“No questions. Now let’s go” he said, taking her hand and walking out of the apartment.

Around 20 minutes later they pulled up at the familiar hotel. V got out and looked at Johnny in confusion.

“Pistis Sophia” she stated.

Johnny nodded and reached out to take her hand, leading them to the familiar balcony near the also familiar room.

Once there, he let go of her hand and leaned against the railing. Looking at the sun reflecting in the water.

“You know... I think that’s the place where I realised that I love you” he said, still admiring the view.

V smiled and also leaned on the railing, their arms touching “Mine was at your supposed grave, when you asked for a second chance... you smiled at me a bit awkwardly as if half thinking that I would tell you to piss off”

Johnny smiled, reaching over to take V’s hand in his metal one.

“So I fell first huh? That’s new”

V laughed saying “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m not exactly sure when I started loving you, I just know when I realised that I had these feelings”

They stayed silent for a little while, just looking at the sea as they hands stayed joined.

“Rogue offered to pass down the Afterlife to me. Along with being a fixer” V suddenly said, not wanting to hold it inside any longer.

Johnny looked at her with a small smile “I know”

V furrowed her brows asking “You know?”

“Yeah. She actually asked for my opinion on this”

“And what did you say?”

“That there’s no one else who could do it as good as you. Also told her to get out of her ass and ask you herself” Johnny said with a grin.

V laughed a bit, before asking “Do you really think that I should do it?”

“The question is, sweetheart. Do you want to do it?”

She looked down saying “I don’t know... we still didn’t exactly figure out what we want to do next and—“

“V” said Johnny as he touched her chin, making her look in the eyes “I want you to do what you want to do. Don’t look at me, just follow your heart”

V smiled and took his hand “I love you, Johnny. And I want to take Rogue’s offer, but I want you to be happy as well”

“I lived my life V. I did what I wanted, acted how I wanted and worked where I wanted. Now it’s time for you to do the same”

“But what do you want?” she asked, feeling unsure of the whole thing.

Johnny smiled and kissed her hair “I just want you. Our small apartment. Our ugly cat and to just wake up with you in my arms”

V smiled asking “So what? The great Johnny Silverhand going to retirement?”

He shrugged “Why not. I could do some merc work every now and then, if we’ll be tight on the money. Help you out at Afterlife and still play once a month with Kerry and the girls. But yeah, retirement sounds nice”

“Are you sure though? I don’t want you holding back because of me, Johnny”

“I’m sure, sweetheart. I just want to be with you” Johnny said, kissing V gently and slowly as the sun shined on them.

When they pulled away Johnny grinned at her saying “And to prove that, I want to ask you something”

V watched as he pulled away and pulled out something from his pocket. Then he opened his palm to show her two silver rings. She gasped and looked into his dark eyes.

“I know that, I didn’t propose to you first but who really gives a shit about sentimental crap like that. So, Violette Bakker. Would you like to marry me, right here in this dirty hotel?” he asked with a smirk, but his eyes were shining with warmth and love.

V teared up a bit, but still grinned saying “Well, Robert John Linden. I would love to marry you, even on the junkyard where they dumbed me”

He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her passionately, few tears escaping from V’s eyes.

When they pulled away, V took the bigger ring and tried to slit it on Johnny’s left hand. But the metal fingers weren’t exactly made for wearing rings.

“Oh... didn’t really think about that” Johnny said, frowning slightly.

V pulled the ring away and instead reached for Johnny’s dog tags. She pulled them off of his neck.

“What are you—?” Johnny started, but cut himself off as he watched V getting his ring on the chain, where it joined the tags.

She smiled at him and put them back on his neck, before doing the same thing to her own dog tags and ring.

“Now we can wear them the same way” she said with a sweet smile.

Johnny touched the ring that was hanging around his neck and smiled too, saying.

“I love you”

V also touched her own ring, saying “I love you too”

The pair stood there looking at each other, in the place that really started what they had now. Some might say that it was just an old dirty hotel. A place that didn’t hold any meaning.

But to Johnny and V?

That place meant everything to the start of their story and to the very end of it.

•the end•

•thank you for reading and following me! I have an rock fan V au on my mind so tell me if you would like to see me write about it.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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❛ NO WITHOUT YOU ❜

First part: Don't cross the line.

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.8k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @sonsofeorl

Masterlist.

You were happy playing that tug-of-war through the years, feeling loved, appreciated and wanted. Feeling as if you were at home whenever he managed to hug you secretly, separated from the rest, imagining that you were completely alone in the world; with no worries, no fears, no unhappiness. Just you two enjoying the closeness, your skins, your scents getting mixed, your breathings dancing with the other. Just you two, alone. But he had to make it real. To push you out from your bubble, from your comfort zone. And now you're fucked, more than ever. Maybe you're acting like a coward, after days without stepping on the clubhouse, hiding yourself from him. Avoiding and declining his calls, not texting him back. Not opening the door when he comes to your house, even if he sits to wait for you for hours. You could never have thought that loving someone could be this painful. It feels like you're drowning, like when a wave swallows you and makes you roll towards the bottom. And no matter how many efforts you use to swim to the surface, because the wave pushes you down again, when you think that you are reaching it.

Pouring some tequila inside the small shot, you drink it by one gulp, feeling the burning sensation hurting your throat. Cleaning your mouth with the back of your left hand, you have a smoke from the cigar, with your eyes fixed on the horizon. The night has fallen down, covering the desert with his darkness but slightly illuminating it by the moon shine and all the stars spread across the sky. That would be the perfect night to die for love, if it weren't for the door that gets opened and closed in almost three seconds. With your legs curled against your chest and your chin resting over them, you have another drag waiting for your tío to step out to the small garden. He has seen you acting weirdly lately, but he didn't ask. And he didn't ask anything either, when you told him that you were going to stay at his house for some days. But finding you like that changes everything. Taking off the jacket of his suit and rolling up the sleeves by his arms, the mexican sits by your side, serving himself a shot. You rest your cheek over your knees, you watch him drink it in silence.

“It's okay if you don't want to talk with your father, mija, but talk to me, sí?” Marcus pulls away a tuft of hair, behind your ear.

“I'm in love, tío”. You mumble with your lips trembling about to cry again.

“Oh, mi niña”. He says hugging you with a fleeting smile appearing on his lips, in the meantime that his arms surround your body. “And why are you sad, ah? Being in love it's something amazing”.

“Being in love is a fucking shit”. You spit full of rage, with some tears touring your cheeks.

“Why do you say that? Is it not reciprocated? That man has to be fucking crazy to not fall in love with you, mija”.

“He does, tío. He does with all his heart”. You shake your head, pulling yourself away from his arms to look at him. “But… my father would never accept it”.

“Why?”

“Because… he is a Mayan. A brother. Part of the family”.

“Tell me it's not Ang—”.

“Shit, no”. You chuckle cleaning your cry from your face.

“Don't misunderstand me, he's a good man, but… I can't imagine you together”. He replies then with a soft laugh between his teeth. “So, are you going to tell me who is the lucky one?”

You doubt. You know he's not going to judge you, but you're not sure how he is going to react. Having a long, long smoke, until it drags your throat, you let it go through your nose.

“Tranq”. You just answer in a whisper.

Marcus leans back his head some inches, assimilating what you have said. The name you have given him. He's trying to remember some moments of you two together. Ephemeral caresses, some dearly and furtive smiles, pet-names in random occasions. He is starting to spin the situations, in a silence that makes you feel uncomfortable.

“Tío, say something…”

“You just…” He tries to speak, rubbing his chin with one of his hands. “How I didn't notice it before? Since when it's happening?”

“Since we met, six years ago”.

“Damn, mija! Six years? You two have been carrying this shit for six years? Hiding it from your father?” Marcus is really surprised, but you are not because of his reaction. “But, what is the matter? Why aren't you two together?”

“Do you think that my fa—?”

“Your father only wants happiness for you, mija. If he loves you, he will understand it. We don't choose who we fall in love with, or of who not”. He tries to make you understand, gently caressing the back of your head and your hair. “You should go to the clubhouse. Talk with them. Take charge of your life, mija. And stop hiding what you feel for what people could think. Even if it's your father who you are worried for”.

“I… drank six shots, tío”.

“I can take you”. Shrugging his shoulders, he stands up over his feet offering you a hand. “Take a shower, change that… horrible pajama and get ready. I'll be waiting for you here”.

Pursing your lips, you nod getting up from the grass, shaking your clothes before coming inside the house right to your room. You try to be quick, and the cold water covering your body is very helpful. Wearing black jeans, a crop top and a pair of sneakers, grabbing your phone and the keys of the house. Drying your hair again with a towel, you go out of the dorm looking for Marcus. You're literally shaking when you put the seat belt around you, facing the fact that you are really to end with your pain. That you are going to tell your father that you are in love and that he has to accept it, as your tío said. And when the black SUV reaches the front yard, you feel that you're about to die, seeing the older men sitting there and sharing some beers. Taza, Riz, Tranq and your father are staring at the car, watching you step out of it accompanied by Marcus.

Bishop is about to get up to greet you, but your raised hand towards him stops his moves, sitting down again confused and intrigued. Rubbing your face with both hands until your skin burns a little, you try to organize the words inside your head. But as much as you think about it, it only gets worse. Licking your lips, you first focus on your father.

“Dad… I love you and I respect you more than anyone, but I have to do something that you may not like it”.

Turning some inches towards Tranq, you bow your head for a second trying to breathe before looking for his eyes.

“These days have been a fucking shit without you. I'm sorry for not calling or texting you back. For not opening my door when you came. For avoiding you at all cost. For acting like a… fucking coward. But the truth is that I can't live without you. I don't wanna live without you. Not anymore. I love you. I've been doing it since six years ago”. In your speechless you can see how your father hits Tranq's chest, tangling his fingers in the green rosary, spitting some beer on the floor. If there's a level over being ‘fucking surprised’, your father is there. Totally maddened in silence, turning his face from you to his brother, once and again.

“It was you, cabrón?” He asks with both eyes opened too much.

“Bishop, list—”. Hank is about to defend himself, when your father throws himself to the floor, kneeling and his hands tangled in a huge fist.

“¡Por el amor de Dios, gracias!” (For God's sake, thank you).

Maybe it's the effect of the six shots you drank, but you're as lost as the crew is.

“Shit… All these years thinking you were with Angel… Oh, fuck!” He yells to the air, getting up and hardly breathing with a hand on his chest. “Oh, shit, mi vida. For a second I thought you came to tell me that you're pregnant or something like that. Fuck! I was on the edge of a heart attack”.

“See? I told you”. Your tío whispers into your ear.

“Oh, man…” Your father is laughing, starting to scare you because of his excitement, until he turns around to face Tranq showing him a serious gesture. “Because you haven't gotten her pregnant, right?”

“Bishop, I haven't touch her in sex years”. He just replies, getting up from his chair and leaving away the beer.

“But, do you love her or what?”

“Yes. Of course, I do”.

“Why yo—”.

“Dad, it's okay. We just… I think we need to talk”. You mumble, keeping your hands inside the pockets of your jacket, making a gesture with your neck towards Hank to follow you.

Biting your lower lip by a side, you start to walk right to the clubhouse. The most difficult part is done, and you can't stop thinking how stupid you have been. Setting him apart just for a paranoia. Just because your father might have retaliated against him. Coming inside, you wait for Tranq to close the door.

“I'm so so—”.

You can't finish the sentence when he takes two big steps closer, holding your face into his arms to crash your lips with his. You're about to falter, feeling the tears of relief filling your closed eyes. His tongue tastes much better when it finds yours, walking backwards through the hallway to the dorms. You need it. So he does. You can't wait for much more, blinded looking for the doorknob to turn it and open the room. His hands on your ass urged you to jump onto him, surrounding his waist with both legs.

“Fuck, mi vida…” He whispers lying down on his bed. “I don't give a shit about the distance, if you have to leave again”.

His voice breaks between short kisses, going down to your neck and his hands pawing your body over the clothes.

“I'm not leaving”. You gasp softly, taking off the leather kutte to throw it somewhere on the floor.

“What?” All his moves stop dead, pulling himself away for a second to look at you.

“I came because… I have a job offer in the hospital of Santo Padre. A permanent one”.

“You're not… leaving to New York again?” Simply shaking your head, you smile gentle, intertwining a hand in his necklace to push him closer.

“I wanna stay with you”.

“Of course you're staying with me, mi amor”.

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violetsoju · 3 years

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destiny彡★

iwaoi · fluff? · 3.5k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Iwaizumi-san, just this once, please? We’ll treat you to that shop that serves the amazing agedashi tofu you love. You’re the only one we can count on now.”

Iwaizumi peered at his fellow colleagues. It was rare for them to have such a desperate look plastered on their faces. The look where they would literally pluck the moon if you asked them to.

“As long as I get the job done?” he questioned, amused by their reactions.

“Yes!! As long as we get to mark this case as closed, unlimited refill of agedashi tofu at your service!”

Iwaizumi tilted his head at the thought of that agedashi tofu he couldn’t forget. Closing a case and having agedashi tofu? Sounded like a win-win situation for him.

“Yeah, whatever. Remember to keep your words. Now hand me the case file.” he shrugged, extending his hand out to grab the file.

“You’re the best Iwaizumi-san! We’re counting on you!”

What’s the big deal of this case anyway, Iwaizumi thought. There wasn’t a case where he couldn’t close throughout his career as a professional dog trainer.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi let out a heavy, long sigh. Clearly this was not what he signed up for. It had been 2 hours, but they were still at square one.

“No wonder they agreed on an unlimited refill of agedashi tofu so easily.” he muttered.

“Eh, Iwa-chan? What did you say? Let’s take a break, shall we? I’m in need for some iced coffee now. Hachi looks like she needs a break too.”

Looking up to see a mop of golden fur sprawled across the brunette boy, he heaved another long sigh. “Just half an hour. Get back here after half an hour.”

Man, this isn’t going as how he wanted it to be.

“Hachi has been here for two full programs but we just can’t seem to get her moving. We can’t even get her to sit. That’s how serious it is. It’s not like she has behaviour problems, but she’s just too engrossed in her own little world. Her owner has started to question us on her lack of progress, and we’re questioning ourselves and Hachi too. Only if Hachi could answer her owner about her progress on behalf of us.

“So we’re planning to take her back, tell her owner that we really tried our best but it seems that Hachi is beyond our means, and express our regret. Could you do that for us, Iwaizumi-san?”

What his colleagues didn’t tell him that how headstrong Hachi’s owner was.

“Please, Iwaizumi-kun. I know she’s quite a handful to handle, but I just don’t have the time to train her myself. Could you stick with her until she completes her training successfully, please? She’ll get through it one day! I promise!” Hachi’s owner pleaded with a look Iwaizumi couldn’t possibly reject.

Most importantly, no one told Iwaizumi of where Hachi learnt her mischievous antics from.

And boy, having two balls of mischief to handle required more than two hands.

The first encounter with the master of mischief was undoubtedly, a mess.

Iwaizumi was on an evening stroll in the park with Hachi as promised with her owner, when a scream suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere.

“HACHIIIIII OMG THERE YOU ARE!! MOM WAS NOT AT HOME AND NEITHER WERE YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED AND WAS READY TO CALL THE POLICE BUT THANK THE HEAVENS YOU’RE HERE!

“AND YOU! WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU WITH MY HACHI? MOVE IT! GIMME THE LEASH. HOW DARE YOU WALK ALONG WITH MY HACHI.”

Iwaizumi swore that if there was no one around them he would smack the shit out of the brunette in front of him. “Hold up, who are you? I wasn’t informed that Hachi had another owner,”

The brunette waved him away dismissively. “Oh shush. Get on your way and give me back my dog, would you? Oh Hachi, are you alright? Were you scared walking with a stranger? Don’t worry, Tooru is here now……” he said, while continuing to babytalk Hachi, ruffling her fur and ignoring Iwaizumi completely.

Iwaizumi had enough. This was not how he planned to wind down for the day.

He tugged on Hachi’s leash and continued walking, leaving the brunette stumbling on his steps. “As a professional dog trainer, I am not allowed to leave my client with a person I do not know, or whose identity was not informed of beforehand. So if you may, please leave my client and I alone as we carry on with our lovely evening stroll, Have a nice day.”

“If she isn’t my dog, how would I know her name?”

“How do I know? Maybe you looked at her collar. Maybe you mistook her for another dog.”

“Nonsense? It’s obvious Hachi knows who I am. Look at her! She’s so happy to see me.”

“She’s a golden retriever. They’re friendly and warm up to everyone.”

“Well, you got a point there. But- Hey! That’s not the main point!”

The both of them bickered their way back to Hachi’s house, where the misunderstanding was cleared by Hachi’s owner, aka the brunette’s mother.

“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, Iwaizumi-kun. I should’ve let you know about Tooru if I knew that he was coming back today,” the older woman sighed. “You little brat, why didn’t you inform me that you were coming home today? I could’ve picked up some unagi from the store just now,” she said, smacking the back of the brunette’s head as he yelped.

“Call me Oikawa.”

“Iwaizumi.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the sessions progressed, Iwaizumi got to know both Oikawa and Hachi better, which helped with the development. They were currently halfway through the program, much to Iwaizumi’s surprise. Even his colleagues were stunned by the steady progress made.

“You know, maybe it’s because Oikawa’s with Hachi during the program this round. Going through the program together with someone they’re close to really makes a difference as compared to completing it alone,” one of Iwaizumi’s colleague commented when they dropped by for an observation during one of the sessions. “See how Hachi’s eyes light up at the sight of him? Man, he should’ve been here from the first program. That would save us all the trouble.”

They were right. Hachi indeed seemed more enthusiastic with the brunette around. And definitely more cooperative.

They were like two peas in a pod: The unlimited amount of energy they emit, the glint of mischief in their eyes, the blinding shine they radiate, the puppy look they give to get away with something, the way they whine and laze around when they were tired. No wonder people say the dogs do resemble their owners.

“Well, hopefully he’ll be here until the end of the program. I do hear that models frequently fly around for shoots if they’re top in demand. He looks really familiar though, has he been on major ads before?”

Iwaizumi glanced at the two across the lawn. Oikawa was exhilarated as Hachi placed her paw in his palm for a handshake, showering her with treats. Iwaizumi groaned, burying his face into his palms. How many times has he told Oikawa not to overfeed Hachi with treats?

“No idea. And I don’t want to know either.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi wasn’t much of a coffee drinker. In fact, he preferred tea over coffee. So why was he on his fourth cup of iced coffee within a week?

“By the way, why did you name her Hachi? Don’t tell me you got the idea from watching Hachiko. She’s not even a Shiba Inu,” Iwaizumi asked, sipping on his iced coffee.

They were currently chilling at the terrace of a pet-friendly café after their session for the day. It had become a routine for them to grab coffee together after their sessions. Not that Iwaizumi was complaining.

“Duh, of course I know she isn’t a Shiba Inu,” Oikawa rolled his eyes. “I named her Hachi because if you turn the figure eight sideways, it represents the infinity sign. I wanted her to have endless possibilities, as well as an abundance of blessings in her life, and that our love towards her would be eternal, whatever it may be,”

Oikawa leaned to the side against his palms, looking far ahead. “Remember when you asked me why I got a golden retriever instead of a chihuahua because you thought chihuahuas reflected my sassiness? Well, that’s because we didn’t have a choice. She came to us first.

“We found her in a box by the roadside on the way home one winter. She was just a small blob of golden fur, trembling from the cold piercing weather, but still breathing. Seeing her fight with all her might to get through the freezing night reminded me of how I should persevere with what I love, although I’m not blessed with inborn talent for it. So, I want her to be blessed with nothing but good things from the day the bond between us was forged.

“Maybe it’s because I kinda see myself in her too, that’s why,” Oikawa’s fingers running gently through the golden sea of fur. “That glimmer of hope she showed me still serves as a constant reminder that as long as I keep on going, I’ll reach the end of the rainbow one day. Nothing is impossible, don’t you think?”

Iwaizumi was taken aback. For a moment his mind went blank, and all he could see was how Oikawa radiated with a soft warm glow, so warm it created a weird fuzzy feeling in his heart. He had always viewed Oikawa as someone simple-minded and carefree. Never would he thought that he would one day find Oikawa to be charming. Maybe his heart had started to bloom for Oikawa little by little without him realising it.

But would he let Oikawa know this new feeling he had? Absolutely not.

“Wow, Oikawa. I never expected you to be so eloquent in such a meaningful and deep topic,”

“So mean, Iwa-chan! What do you take me for? A dumb blonde?”

“Except you’re not blonde. You’re brunette,”

“Iwa-chan!!!”

“…But yeah, you take after a golden retriever more than a chihuahua now,”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Iwaizumi tugged on his rolled-up sleeves unconsciously as he watched the scene unfold before him. It was his first time at a shoot, so the way the production crew scurried around with all sorts of equipment was new to him. Hachi seemed to be calmer than he was, sitting next to him unfazed.

He wasn’t sure if it was his nervousness or the lack of oxygen due to the number of people in such a small space that made him start to sweat. What exactly was he nervous for anyway? And why in the world did he choose to wear a dress shirt instead of a casual t-shirt? “It’s not like you’re gonna the one in front of the camera, you idiot.” he muttered to himself.

He would be relaxing with a cup of tea in hand while reading a book in his living room on his day off if it wasn’t for Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan! My manager just called me and said that the client wants Hachi to model with me for the new promotional ad! Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? Do you think she’ll be able to pull it off? I mean, I believe she will, but I just wanted your reassurance and-”

“One question at a time, Oikawa. I only have one mouth to answer per question.”

“Anyway, as Hachi’s professional and personal trainer, I was wondering if you could come by to my shoot to oversee the process with Hachi? I know that we don’t have any sessions scheduled on the day, but I would really appreciate it if you could be on set just in case anything happens midway. Also, as a source of support for me, maybe?”

It’s all for Hachi, nothing else, Iwaizumi repeatedly told himself. He hadn’t realised a figure walking towards him as he was absorbed in his mantra.

“Iwa-chan! You made it!”

Iwaizumi had seen angels in real life before. Well, anime angel character cosplayers count, right? Or during Halloween you could probably spot at least 5 girls dressing up as angels in Shibuya. Nothing particularly new, he would say.

The person standing before him wasn’t dressed in any fancy angel costume, but Iwaizumi swore that he saw luminous wings arching off his back, and a halo glow softly above his head. The comfort and cosiness radiated felt so much like home, and if he could, Iwaizumi wished to bask in this strangely familiar and soothing warmth, where he felt safe and snug in.

“Earth to Iwa? Hello?” Oikawa waved his hand in front of Iwaizumi’s face. “Why are you burning up red all of a sudden? Do you want me to get you a bottle of cold water?”

Iwaizumi rubbed his neck bashfully, hoping that the warm flush that was spreading to the tip of his ears would somehow manage to cease. “No, it’s fine. Maybe because it’s a little humid in here.”

“But it’s fully air-conditioned in here though? Anyway, thanks for being with Hachi while I was getting ready. I’ll take it from here! Allow me to show you how a top model works.”

Iwaizumi couldn’t quite remember what happened afterwards. Everything seemed to zoom by in a flash throughout the whole shoot.

The next thing he knew was the three of them back in Oikawa’s place, chilling in the living room.

“Kya, nothing beats a fresh shower and ice cream after a long shoot! Oh, and enjoying the perfectly timed sunset out there! Isn’t this just wonderful, Iwa-chan?”

“Shouldn’t you prepare your stomach for dinner at this time? Also, who eats ice cream right out of the tub? I thought models have diets to follow by.” Iwaizumi sipped on his cup of camomile tea he miraculously found in Oikawa’s pantry.

Oikawa waved his hand dismissively at Iwaizumi’s remarks. “You’re no fun, Iwa-chan. The best way to eat ice cream is eating it straight from the tub! Don’t tell me you haven’t tried this before. Also, this is just for starters. Dinner is the main course.”

“If ice cream is the appetizer, what about dessert? Milkshakes?”

“Hey, that’s actually a great idea!” Oikawa’s eyes sparkled. “We could make avocado milkshakes later, I still have some avocado left in the fridge. Or we could try that new place that serves pastries and milkshakes down the street. I heard they’re pet-friendly too, so Hachi can come along too! Sounds like a plan!”

Sometimes Iwaizumi questioned himself how he could get along with an alien like Oikawa, who was clearly from a different planet.

As both of their places were nearby, Iwaizumi found himself hanging out at Oikawa’s place more often, and the latter at his place too. Despite the difference in their personalities, they became closer over the sessions. Not on the instructor-client relationship level, but on a more intimate level. It may sound unprofessional, having the line between work and personal life blurred, but neither of them made the move to set it back in place.

It was as if they forgot the eyes around them, from Iwaizumi’s colleagues and Oikawa’s agency. Will you both still continue seeing each other like this after the program ends, they would ask. Even the both of them were unsure of the answer. Or maybe they were afraid to let out the true answer hidden deep in their hearts; their innermost feelings too vulnerable to be revealed. They became too comfortable in each other’s presence. A sudden halt in this newfound bliss would lead them both hanging by a thread, ready to snap if the loose ends were not tied well together.

There was no turning back.

“Say, Oikawa. I was wondering, remember back when you said you were not blessed with inborn talent for modelling, what do you mean by that? From what I saw today, you were pretty good at your job. The shoot ended on a high note, didn’t it?” Although Iwaizumi forgot most of what happened earlier on, he still remembered how the photographer and production team sang praises about Oikawa throughout the shoot.

Oikawa’s eyes widened at the unexpected praise. “You think so? That’s a really nice thing to hear from you, Iwa-chan. You should shower me with more praises rather than shooting me with your snappy remarks. The more you say nice things, the lovelier you become. Same with growing plants.”

“Don’t change the topic and answer my question.”

Oikawa chuckled at Iwaizumi’s response. He looked at the tub of ice cream in his hands and was lost in thought for a moment. Iwaizumi had never seen Oikawa in such a manner. The twinkle in his eyes became clouded, his usual glow dimmed as though rain from the dark clouds casted in his eyes poured over it. He hated to see this version of him.

“I know it may sound ridiculous and absurd because it seems like I have everything in my hands, but that’s not necessary the case. Yes, I may be blessed with good looks that secures me a spot in the fashion and entertainment industry, but how far can I go with just that?

“I was offered opportunities in the acting and idol field before. I gave them a shot, but I found myself coming back to modelling eventually. But with my looks, I would often score jobs that were just limited to a specific category: being pretty. Not that I disliked it, but I didn’t want to be just a pretty boy. I want to expand my horizons, to try different genres and types. Because I believe I’m more than that.

“That’s why I stayed abroad for most of the time previously. I was fortunate enough to sign with a couple of international agencies and worked wherever opportunities led me to. The modelling scene is different from here, and I’ve grown a lot over the years and experience too. It was difficult at first, being in foreign lands, with different languages and work cultures, being jobless due to lack of experience and having no connections in the beginning stages. Heck, there was once where I was so close to being broke and wanting to give it all up. I even stepped on my pride to beg agencies and clients to accept me.

“But hey, here I am now. Climbing to the top was no easy feat, but I made it, and it’s all worth it. I’m sure you know what I mean. Runway, commercial, fitness, high fashion, I’ve done them all. I was able to fulfil my dreams and desires,” The dark clouds that were once looming around Oikawa cleared up, with a rainbow emerging to bring out the sparkle and glow that had been undeservingly hidden, which Iwaizumi loved.

“Many often ask why I decided to take on this path when I could have a smoother and secure path in the entertainment industry back here. I was more suited in the entertainment industry compared modelling, or I was born with a face to be on screen, they would say. I guess this worthless pride of mine got the better of me, and I don’t regret one bit.”

Oikawa turned to face Iwaizumi who had turned dead quiet after his long explanation. “An unexpectedly interesting and deep story, isn’t it? Come on, don’t be so serious. Were you expecting something more light-hearted? Or some over dramatic life-threatening story?”

It took a few seconds for Iwaizumi to regain back his composure. “You’re always a box of surprises, Oikawa.”

“And that’s what you love about me, don’t you?” Oikawa playfully winked at Iwaizumi, which was returned with Iwaizumi’s eyes rolled up to the celling.

Oikawa kept the now melted pool of ice cream back in the refrigerator and filled a glass of water to drink. “Anyway, I think I’ll be stationed back here for a while. I haven’t been back home for quite some time now, and it feels nice to be back again.”

“Are you sure you’re not staying back because you don’t have to worry about meals thanks to your mom?” Iwaizumi said, rubbing Hachi’s belly as she flipped over to enjoy the massage.

“Excuse you, I believe I can cook better than you. All these years of experience made me a fine man in all aspects, if you were unaware,”

“Besides, I think I found another reason to stay back longer this round.” Oikawa plopped down beside Iwaizumi, joining in Hachi’s belly rub session.

“And that is? To spend more time with Hachi?”

Oikawa looked up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. He could look into them all day if he could.

“That’s one reason, but there’s another.”

“What’s that then?”

“Not telling you.”

“Are you serious, Oikawa.”

“Think, Iwa-chan, think! It’s no fun if I tell you everything, right?”

If Hachi and Oikawa were destined to meet, then she would be the reason for Oikawa and Iwaizumi to be destined to cross paths. A destiny in a destiny.

#haikyuu #iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa #oikawa toru #iwaoi #iwaoi fluff #haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #hq #hq imagines #can someone pls tell me what genre is this

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asphodelsandpomegranates · 4 years

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In Your World (Randall Boggs x Reader)

Tagging @creeperchild because I know how much they love Randall. <3. Same AU series as ‘Where Did You Come From?’ and ‘Fear Factor’.��

You landed with a thud onto a hard floor and let out a yell of pain.

“Shit!” you hissed. Your shoulder was throbbing a little from the fall. Sitting up, you rubbed your arm and looked up. In front of you, was the most bizarre image you'd ever seen. You were sitting in a large room like a factory floor of some sort but you were looking into your neighbour's daughter's room. Like some sort of weird portrait.

How was this possible?

Something weird and fluffy fell on your shoulder, making you flinch and recoil. Looking up, you saw a...creature?...and standing over you. He was covered from head to toe in pink fur with two horns growing from his head. He had a long tail that ended with spikes at the end.

He smiled at you. “Hi. Welcome to Monsters Inc.” he said.

You stared at him and then looked round. There were dozens of creatures around you, all shapes and sizes and colours. Some of them were watching you apprehensively whilst others were curious.

Wait...Monsters Inc.? Didn't Randall say he worked there? Um, here?

You wanted to curl in on yourself. Or maybe it was a dream. That's it, it was a dream. You were still in bed with Randall right beside you, both huddled under your thick duvet. Or maybe the floor would swallow you up and—

—that's when you heard it the whispers.

“Is that a human?”

“An adult by the look of it.”

“Do you think we should near it—?”

“Are you crazy? We'll be dead in minutes! Or thoroughly contaminated!”

“Well, Horace touched her and he looks fine.”

“Yeah for now!”

“Maybe adults are different. Kids maybe, but adults—.”

“Don't be an idiot. Sullivan and Wazowski told us humans aren't contagious.”

“Are you all right, miss?”

You looked up at the fluffy monster, you assumed to be Horace. He was still smiling at you.

“Where am I?” you asked.

“Monstropolis. I think you've accidentally entered our world.” His face suddenly changed into one of concern. “You're looking a little peaky. Maybe the shock of ending up somewhere new.” He turned around and looked towards a weird looking creature that that had many eyes.

“Hey, Waxford! Go tell the big bosses. They'll have to know about this.”

Waxford nodded, making all of his eyes bob and scuttled off out of the room. Horace helped you up and guided you over to one of the desks. You sat down, keeping a wary eye between the monsters around you and the door that led back to your world.

Randall, where are you?

“Here ya go, sweets.” said a new voice.

You looked up to find a thin, pink creature with one of eye and snakes for hair. She hovered near you, holding out a mug of what looked to be tea

“Thank you.” you replied, taking the mug of hot tea into your hands.

“Gotta say.” said Horace, standing beside the female monster. “You're the first adult human I've never seen.”

You didn't know how to respond. You weren't too sure how you would. You just sipped on your tea, wincing a little over how sweet it was.

Suddenly, there was a short piercing alarm and the whole factory floor went dark. You watched as inside of your neighbour's child's bedroom disappeared showing the back wall of the room.

You sprang to your feet and hurried to the door. You took hold of the handle, closed the door and opened it.

Nothing. No inside of a bedroom or a closet full of clothes. No way of getting back. Of getting back to Randall.

“Shit!” you snapped, kicking the door grip and immediately regretting it.

“What's going on?” called Horace.

“Power's gone out.” called a voice.

“Damn it.”

“Um, Horace?”

Everyone looked round saw Waxford hurrying back over.

“Sullivan and Wazowski want to see the human in the office.”

“I'll take her.” said the female. “C'mon, sweetie. You'll get to meet the big boys. Gent, leave that door here. And let us know when that light comes back on.”

Looking up at the weird door mechanism where the red light had once been on, you felt your heart break. Randall was bound to notice that you were gone for longer than you'd imagined and would get upset.

Reluctantly, you followed two monsters out of the factory floor as monsters hurried to and fro, trying to fix whatever the situation was.

I'm Celia, by the way.” the female monsters said as you both followed Horace through the halls. “And what's yours?”

“Um, (Y/N).”

“Well, nice to meet you.” smiled Celia. “And don't worry. You're not the only human who had entered our world.”

“Really?” you asked, innocently. You remembered how much Randall had told you about his world and what had happened for him to end up in your world. You didn't want to give yourself away yet. You could not find yourself digging yourself deeper into this rabbit hole.

“Oh, yes. Mind you it was a little different back then. But we've come a long way since then.”

“In what way?”

“Well, instead of using children's screams for energy, we just use their laughter. My fiancée found that out with his friend when a child came into our world.”

As you walked along the corridors and up the stairs, you saw some of the monsters looking at you and backing away slightly. You guessed some of them were still not used to the fact that humans weren't 'contagious'. You remembered proving Randall wrong when you had dragged him from your balcony to your couch when you first met him.

God, was he okay? Would there be another way of him to get back to you? Or you to him?

You hoped to whoever that the power would come back on and you would get home and back to Randall before it was too late.

***************

Soon enough, you arrived at the office where Celia was immediately swept up into the arms of a small Cyclops creature with green skin. Behind a desk sat a large furry beast, larger than Horace but this one had blue fur with purple spots.

“Googly bear, um! Mike, Sully, this is (Y/N). From the human world.”

“Hi!” greeted the big blue monster who you guessed to be Sully.

“Hi!”

“Sorry about the power. Fingers thinks it may have been a wire trip of some kind. They'll fix it soon.”

“You.” said the giant eyeball you guessed was Mike. “Look very relaxed for someone who had just seen a bunch of monsters.”

“I've seen bigger and badder believe you me. You'd be surprised.”

“Wow.” Sully breathed.

“Listen, I don't mean to sound rude but how long is this going to take. I need to get back home.”

“I understand, (Y/N). You have someone at home, you care for, don't you?”

You nodded. “I need to get home or he'll worry about me. All I was doing was checking up on my neighbour's apartment, making sure everything was okay for her and her daughter and...I came here. It's all been a misunderstanding and a complete accident.”

“It's all right.” Sully comforted. “It'll be all okay. I know what's it like. We've all been there.”

You gave Sully a sort a reassuring smile.

“Who was your monster?” Mike piped up.

You stared at him, wide eyed. “What?”

“Who was your monster growing up?”

“I...I don't remember. ”you said. Your heart began to slow down from racing so much. You almost thought Mike had figured out somehow about Randall.

Suddenly, there was a flickering of lights and...

“Power's back on.” Horace smiled. “That's good. Quicker than I though.”

“Thank goodness.” you muttered “Well, this was fun. But I need to get home.”

“Right, let's get you down to the Scare Floor.” Sully said, rubbing his paws together.

“Great.” you said.

Leaving the office, you headed out with Horace beside you and Sully, Mike and Celia behind you.

“Is there any need for the bodyguard sch-tick?”

“We just need to make sure that nothing else goes wrong.” Sully reassured.

You sighed, getting really irritated.

Your thoughts were interrupted as a small monster with large sharp teeth, hurrying over to you.

“Mr. Sullivan! Mr. Sullivan!”

“What is it?”

“We need to call the authorities.” the monsters panted.

“What the heck is going on?”

“It's Randall Boggs. Somehow, he's come back.”

You felt like your stomach had dropped out of you. Like the air had just escaped from your lungs. Your mind just lost itself of all thought and common sense because you blurted out! “Where is he?”

You could feel all eyes on you at this, but you really didn't care.

“Where is he?” you pressed, making the monster quiver.

“By the Scare Floor—.” he started and just as those four words left his mouth, you bolted down the corridors and down the stairs. The others called after you but you couldn't care less about them. You needed to get back to Randall and let him know you were okay.

Jumping the last two steps and dodging the monsters huddling in the hallway, you sprinted down to the Scare Floor.

There!

At the opening, two or three monsters had Randall in some kind of lock and Randall was struggling against them.

“RANDALL!” you screamed as you ran towards him.

The chameleon like monster froze and looked over at you, running.

“(Y/N)!” he sprang out from the hold and slithered over to you. Meeting you in the middle, he scooped you into his arms whilst his others paws softly slipped into your hair.

“Randall, thank fuck.” you gasped. “How did you know I was here?”

“I had a hunch.” he whispered. “Shit, (Y/N), you had me worried.”

“Sorry, baby.” you rumbled. “I didn't think I'd end up here.”

“Are you all right?” he asked, drawing back a little to look you in the eyes.

“A little shaken. But I'm better for seeing you. Now, we can go home.”

His eyes flickered away from you to what was behind you. “I doubt that for a little while.”

Furrowing your brow in confusion, you looked round to see a whole throng of monsters surrounding you and Randall. Sully and Mike moved to the front, both of them did not look pleased to see their ex-colleague.

You stepped in front of Randall, looking defiantly at them.

“(Y/N), step away from him.” Sully warned. “He's a criminal.”

“No. Not in my world, he isn't.” you spat. “So, we can go. You promised me that.”

“And you didn't tell us that you were harbouring a criminal.”

“Let us go home, now.”

“Call the authorities, Celia—.”

“No.” barked Sully.” Don't.”

“Sully, what are you—?”

“We did promised to bring you back home to the one you care for. And since Randall is the one you 'care' for. So, go home and live your life happily with him.”

“I will.” you said, taking hold of Randall's scaly paw. You pulled your lizard boyfriend over to the factory floor where the right door was still waiting, the red light blaring.

Without a glance back to your monsters audience, you re-entered the human world.

*************

A week later...

You were lying in bed snuggling under the thin blankets when you heard a knock on your door.

“Mmm.” you grunted, stirring a little from your sleep. The knock came again. Becoming more awake, you sat up in bed and noticed Randall standing at your closet door, he was holding something and looking bewildered.

“Randall? What's wrong?”

He turned to look at you. In one of his palms, he held a letter.

“What's going on, hun?”

Randall still didn't reply. He looked terrified. His gaze fell on the letter in his hand.

“Randall, you're scaring me. What's going on?”

Still Randall didn't reply. Instead, he opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. His large green eyes scanned the letter, the look of terror and changing into one of surprise and then relief.

“Randall?”

The lizard like creature moved over to the bed and settled down in front of you. He handed you the letter.

Taking it, you cast your gaze on the words before you.

Monstropolis Supreme Court

Subject of Letter: A Case of Pardon.

You looked up at Randall who was still in a case of shock.

After reading the letter, you looked back at him, a smile creeping up on your face.

And you jumped on him! Squealing in happiness!

“Oh, Randall.” you cooed. “I'm so happy for you.”

“Yeah. I can't believe it.” he said, snuggling into you.

“Hey...ya hear that?”

He smiled up at you. “Sure do.”

…

...

“The winds of change.”

#Monsters Inc.#monsters inc #Monsters University #Pixar Monsters Inc.#randall boggs #randall boggs x reader #randall boggs imagine #Steve Buscemi #steve buscemi x reader #steve buscemi imagine

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Dimension Jumping pt. 1

The Fellowship of the Ring x Reader

But a lot of the stories are about the reader falling into Middle Earth…. what about the other way around? If you wanted to do all the characters, you could do a point after they left Rivendell, before they split up?

Like for example, after Gandalf ‘dies’, and it could be something sweet and cute or whatnot where the reader helps them grieve a bit, give them a bit of a rest before continuing on their journey?

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Weekends have always been your favorite time of the week.

No responsibilities, sleeping in, more time, freedom, the list goes on and on.

Your weekends are usually spent idly doing things you enjoy, like sleeping, and lot’s of stress free activities.

Not this weekend though, for when you got home after a grocery run, you were met with quite the surprise.

A total of 8… people? lay strewn about in your living room seemingly unconscious. They are dressed in odd clothes, holding medieval looking weapons, and they look rather raggedy and dirty. Four of them are extremely small, and if it weren’t for their older looking faces, you would’ve thought them to be children. There’s also a handsome blond with pointy ears, a short red headed, bearded… man, and two semi-regular looking tall dudes.

Your groceries fall from your arms and land on your carpeted floor, but you barely pay that any mind since you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the pile of people in the middle of your damn living room.

Your floofy white dog Penny is sniffing around them, but she doesn’t seem to be alarmed nor agitated by their presence, so that’s good at least. She’s an excellent judge of character after all. Eventually she settles down next to the tall guy with dark brown hair, and though you don’t like that she’s next to these strangers, you allow it.

The sound of your things falling to the ground seems to rouse them, and you watch as the man wearing dark clothing with dark hair opens his eyes and groans quietly. At first his eyes scan around the room, then they fall upon you.

He sits up slowly, still eyeing you as he glances down at his small child-looking friends. A look of relief passes his expression before he looks at you once more, saying nothing while the rest of his merry band of crazies begin to sit up.

This is supposed to be your fucking day off, and this shit happens? A bunch of renaissance weirdos laying in your house, making your clean carpet dirty.

“You know what, no.” You state loudly, successfully startling the dark haired man, “This is my weekend off, and I am not dealing with this. Whatever this is."

You turn on your heel and begin picking up your groceries, though you remain vigilant incase one of them intends to try something.

Once you’ve gathered all your discarded things you stand again and look behind you, seeing that most of them are on their feet and looking at you and your home as if you’re some alien in a structure unknown to them. You quickly look forward again and go to your kitchen, placing everything on your counters while you try to decide how the hell you’re going to deal with this.

You look over your counter at the still staring people and ask slowly, "Does… anyone want a snack?”

Two of the small blonde men perk up when you say ‘snack’, so you take that as a yes and begin preparing apples, celery, and peanut butter for everyone to eat.

By the time you’re done cutting up the apples you’ve only got two left, but you just sigh and bring out a tray with the snack and place it on the coffee table.

The two blond… boys? run over to it immediately, but are halted by a sharp “No.” from the brown-haired guy.

Said brown-haired guy is looking at you distrustfully, and you feel your blood begin to boil with his distrust (even though HE is in YOU home).

“Okay dude, I get you don’t know me or whatever but you guys literally broke into my house, so if anyone is supposed to be cautious here it’s me. M. E. Me. I’m offering your… children…? Adult babies? Boys? Food, and damnit if they want it then they’re gonna eat it.” Your little outburst gets you several shocked looks, but you’re so FUCKING tired, you’ve just got no energy to deal with this.

“We 'broke into your house’?” He repeats slowly, “I have no recollection of our relocation to your… house, and I’ve never seen someone of your caliber, nor a place so… odd, before. So forgive me if I am skeptical of our suspiciously willing host.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm, and it successfully ruffles your self control.

“Now you listen here Mr. Broody, I’m not about to get sass in my own home. By god if Penny didn’t seem to love you so much I would vaporize you where you stand!” Big talk for such a small person, yes, but you stand by your statement.

Only you don’t get the reaction you were expecting, because suddenly everyone looks horrified.

“You can do that?” One of the small blond boys(?) gasps, scooting closer to his look-alike.

The guy you were mouthing off to grabs the hilt of his -is that a fucking sword?!- weapon and steps in front of the small guys. The tall blond dude, other actual human, and short ginger haired man do the same, and suddenly you feel a lot less satisfied.

“Woah there fellas, It’s a figure of speech!” You say quickly, raising your hands in a surrender motion.

Penny senses your sudden distress, so she bounds over to you and presses her nose against your knee in a way meant to gather your attention. You glance down at her and visibly relax before looking back up at the still tense men in front of you.

“Tough crowd…” You reach down slowly and pat Penny’s head, watching as their eyes follow your movements. “Okay, look. I’m not going to like, poison you or whatever you’re afraid of. How about we start with introductions, hm?"

The same guy from before nods his head slowly (it seems he’s the leader here) and tells you a little hesitantly, "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. A Ranger, also known as Strider by most."

What in the ever loving hell did he just say?

You can’t even stop the laughter from bellowing out of you, because this is just so god damn ridiculous and completely baffling. You grasp your stomach and double over with laughter while everyone else just watches silently and confusedly.

Eventually your laughter begins to subside when your sides start to hurt, so you stand up a bit straighter and wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, "Ahaha, ah… wow that’s good. But really though, I’m not looking for stage names bud, I’m being serious here.”

This 'Aragorn’ doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do. “Stage names? No, I believe you are misunderstanding.”

The smile on your face drops and you suddenly don’t find it as funny either. “So… your name is actually Aragorn then?” Well, maybe not all of them have weird names, “Right, then what about the rest of you?"

The other guy who looks like an actual human speaks up next, "I am Boromir, son of Denethor and Captain of Gondor.” Oh heck.

Blondie comes up next, “I am Legolas from the woodland realm.”

Shortie #1, “Gimli Son of Gloin."

The small dark haired man child comes forward, "I am Frodo Baggins, and these are my friends Samwise Gamgee, Peregrin Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck."

"What the-” you pause and cover Penny’s ears, “Fuck is all of this?"

It seems your actions amuse the taller dudes because their stand-offish demeanors diminish as they seem to deem you harmless (I mean who covers their dogs ears when cursing? Clearly you’re pathetic).

"I’m afraid I don’t know what to tell you.” Mr. Aragorn states.

“Well, start with where you come from, maybe?”

They all share a look before 'Legolas’ states, “We come from Middle Earth and have just traveled through the Mines of Moria."

You literally don’t know what any of that means.

"Well, alright. Right now, I can tell you that you’re on Regular Earth and in my living room.” You don’t mean to be so sarcastic, but both the functional and rational parts of your brain are failing you big time, “Do you know how you got here?"

You get 8 respective no’s, and while you expected that, it’s no less frustrating. "Shoulda seen that one coming, I guess."

The Gimli character looks you up and down and asks in his gruff voice, "And what about you, you’ve not told us who you are."

"Oh, right, my bad. I’m Y/N, and this cutie,” you reach down and pick up Penny’s front paws from the ground and wave them at the group, “Is Penny. She is the softest, sweetest, and cutest doggo you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Disrespect her and there will be consequences."

You stand back up and pat Penny’s head, watching as they all nod their understanding and appear rather nervous suddenly.

"That was also a joke.”

Most of them relax.

You tap your foot a few times and seem to think over your options, looking away from them and out the window.

Clearly there is something very wrong going on here, so you can’t just throw them out, but at the same time you don’t have enough energy to deal with this today. And there’s the very real possibility that they could be psychos. But there’s also the fact that they seem to be a little worse for wear, some of them have puffy eyes, and is that blood? Their disheveled and tired appearances tug at your heart strings, and you find yourself wanting to help them.

“Okay, against my better judgement I have decided that I’m going to welcome the lot of you into my house until we can figure out what the hell is going on here.” This seems to surprise Aragorn and his two tall besties. “I don’t know why… but something is telling me that I should help you out, so I guess that’s what I’m going to do.”

Two of the small blond ones smile brightly, but you haven’t finished yet.

“But!” Their smiles drop and everyone seems rather serious again, “If any of you try anything funny or start any trouble, I will kick all of you out. I don’t know any of you, and you all have weapons. So if I’m gonna let you stay then you’re going to have to behave.”

“Miss Y/N, you do not have to-” Aragorn begins, but you put up your hand and shake your head.

“It’s fine. Just please don’t break anything, and if Penny wants head pats you had better give them to her."

It seems your rules are fair enough, because you get 8 more head nods.

The two small people attack the snack you made finally, and you find that you can’t help but to laugh a bit.

A thought then strikes you, "Oh!"

Everything pauses and every looks at you again, more alert, but you just roll your eyes at how on edge they are.

"I was just going to say that I have two bathrooms is anyone wants to wash up.”

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tsukaramachi · 4 years

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Valentine Dilemma (Yuuto x reader)

Ah the month of love or loneliness, February. The time where partners celebrate their love, the time when it’s the best chance to convey hidden feelings, and also the worst time to be alone. But for a young boy named Yuuto, it’s one of the most stressful things in his life. Not because he has to plan how to confess his feelings, but the dread that someone else might do it before him. After going online to look for inspiration on how to make the month special for (Y/N), he came across a thread that focused on valentines from the past.

One person expressed their sorrow about them planning too much to the point that their surprise ended in vain when they found the person of their affection being confessed to by another. Sadly accepting the other person’s feelings and leaving the poster to spend a sad night alone. Another had planned too little and had been outdone by another with a more grand display of love. Someone else even ranted about how their love letter ended up in the wrong locker and having to deal with an awkward misunderstanding.

After spending a night filling his head with horrific and sad stories of unrequited love, the white haired boy’s head filled up with a thousand responsibilities on how his surprise could end up a failure.

A sigh left the boy’s lips as he twirled the light pink mechanical pencil in between his fingers. A clean sheet of paper in front of him, it mocked him with it’s blank state. Wanting to make a very special surprise for you, Yuuto had to leave right after school and sacrifice his time with you to come up for an idea for Valentine’s day. He had many ideas on what he could do, but the reason why he didn’t jot any of them down is due to the fear of them ending up a disaster.

First, he came up with the idea of making you homemade chocolates. He thought it would be nice to decorate a big heart with different designs with the words “Will you be mine?” but the idea seemed too cliche. The idea had also made him flush a deep red for how embarrassing the idea was. So, he scrapped it and thought up of another. A date with just the both of you at the movies, it’s a casual idea and he thought it would be a good way to just be able to sit next to you. But the only available movies in theaters were…not really romantic. They’re anything but romantic and he wasn’t so sure on inviting you to a movie about a talking blue hedgehog.

Making an album full of photos containing you was a good idea at first, but he realized that he had none of himself to pair with yours. He had only taken photos of you during school on his digital camera or phone, but only of you. He never took any of himself because he isn’t the most handsome guy. Also, whenever you would want to take a photo with him, the closeness of the both of you would make him blush and love around. Ruining the photo and him cropping himself out of it. He would never delete them though. You’re very photogenic and whatever picture he took of you came out amazing, but if he was in it… it would become blurred or it the camera had caught him making a weird face. While he would love another album full of your smiles, he knew that you wouldn’t really want an album full of just you without any friends or family.

Bringing you to a nice dinner was another, but he wasn’t sure on what restaurant to go to. Taking you to the local lookout to see the stars with you under the night sky was a close one. But when he had checked the weather forecast for the 14th, it was going to be too cloudy. Whatever idea he came up with, every single one of them had a flaw. So, he came up with a plan. Not wanting you to suspect him of anything. Yuuto decided to help out with the school’s Valentine’s day event to figure out the best gift for you.

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Walking into school, you sigh at the sight of the various red, pink, and white decorations that cover the halls. It’s your senior year and you’re still single. Hanging your head down low, you trudge across the floor. Where ever you look, students are carrying balloons, roses, stuffed animals, and even one kid is carrying around a giant poster with a blowed up picture of some girl.

As you go over to your locker, a small red card with the words “Happy Valentine’s day!” is scribbled across it, but you’re unfazed by it for how all the other lockers around you have the exact same card or something similar taped to their lockers. The same thing happens every year and you know this because it’s your senior year in high school. You experienced the same thing every Valentine’s Day and you even used to help out the student council by making some. cards for students.

Taking the piece of paper, you open it up to find it containing a valentines pun. It’s not really special so you toss it into your locker and you notice how empty it is. A gasp comes from your right, shifting your eyes to the right, a girl that looks to be younger than you has her hands up to her mouth.

A pile of cards is stacked inside her locker and a couple fall out from how unstable the stack it. A small pang of pain hits your heart as you envy her. Not because she got a lot of cards-well yes that’s one of the reasons, but also because of how she also received cards from her friends. As she closes her locker, you can see that it’s decorated with small post-it notes with cute small messages signed from her friends.

“Happy Valentine’s Day stinky >:)” and “You’re my butter half” with a drawing of a stick of butter cut in two are just a couple of the things you see on her locker. You find it sweet that her friends did that for her and it doesn’t mean that you don’t have friends. You just know that they’re lazy about doing stuff for the holiday, but it would’ve been nice to at least have a greeting from them. But you didn’t prepare anything special either so you can’t really complain.

You take your notebooks out for your classes for the day. When you close your locker, you turn to leave but you abruptly bump your head into a pink mass. Taking a step back, you rub your forehead to soothe the sore area. The thing, animal, or whoever it is waves their hands frantically. Trying to figure out whoever is in front of you. You take a step back to fully see who it is since they’re taller than you.

“Ha?” You furrow your brows at the thing before you. Someone dressed up in a pink bear suit holding heart shaped balloons.

The person tenses up and gives you a robotic wave. They seem nervous.

You wave back to them and excuse yourself as you awkwardly walk around them to go to your first class. While you focus on making your way through the obstacles of couples standing annoyingly in the middle of the hallway, the pink mascot watches you leave their vision.

Throughout the rest of the day, something strange keeps happening to you. Where ever you go, you would find that same pink bear. When you went to your first period. It was there to help with someone confessing their love by holding up a sign as a guy gave his crush a bouquet of roses. In your second period, it was handing out valentine’s day cards from anonymous senders addressed to their valentine’s. During your free period, you would find it peeking behind the corner and you could clearly see it. Everyone could, but some people would run up to it asking for its assistance in summing up the courage to confess to their special someone. While you were walking to your next class orto the bathroom, you could see it being dragged around the school. But every single time, it would always be looking at you.

When lunch came, you found out that that the bear was actually something the student council came up with. A mascot for the holiday to help promote events and students to express their feelings. Anyone could send in a request to ask for help from the pink friend. Some teachers who are married even had its help in sending gifts to their partners on the other side of the campus or to the office. You think I it’s a cute idea, but you’re more curious about who would take up such a role.

Running around the school in a big pink suit must be exhausting and it seems like only the same person is wearing the suit. Maybe one of the more athletic kids are doing it? They would be better suited to do such a thing, but you’re just guessing. It’s not one of the janitors since you could clearly see them going around the school fixing up decorations and brushing away excess confetti and trash littering the hallways. The members in the student council are certainly not it because they’re too busy doing the requests and there’s not that much for them. You do have hunch though as to whom it might be. You haven’t seen any of your close friends and you know that o e of them has a crush on one of the SC members. So you have a feeling that they might’ve offered their help. Which is nice of them, but it left you alone during lunch since your other friends seem to be missing as well.

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As everyone rushes to get home, you put away your things in your locker. While the day had been hectic, it was interesting to see the different surprises everyone did. Though you just wished that someone would’ve at least greeted you. Some teachers did, but they don’t count in your book.

Slamming your locker shut, you’re about to head out to leave but you once again find the pink mascot peeking over a corner while facing your direction. But instead of ducking out of view from you, they signal you to come closer. Feeling bored, you do so and walk over to it. They offer you their hand or paw, you aren’t sure since it looks just like a big mitten but you take it. As you’re led away, you’re taken to small random destinations throughout the school. The first spot is your homeroom. No one is inside, but on your desk is a small pink rabbit plush with a red ribbon tied around its neck.

The person in the costume walks over to it and hands it to you. You take it and give it a small squeeze. Its soft plush fur rubs against your cheek and it’s pleasant to the touch. You admire how cute and huggable it is, but the bear offers you their paw again. Now with a small stuffed animal in your other hand, you take their paw again to be led to another place.

In the cafeteria you found a big heart shaped sign with sweet messages from your friends. Near the girl’s bathroom, you found a gift basket with face masks, shampoos, scented candles, and other toiletries for you to use. In the hallway in front of your locker, a bouquet of pink, red, and white roses and carnations laid waiting for you. Everywhere you went, something was waiting for you and with every gift. You’re surprised everytime with something different. Cards, more stuffed animals, keychains, chocolates, and other gifts were scattered around the school waiting for you.

In the areas that had more people, they would actually not touch the gifts because a member from the student council would watch over it until you and the bear arrived. At one point there were too many gifts so the person in the suit had to bring over a red wagon so your arms would be free from the various gifts you received.

The last place you were lead to was the roof, which made you really surprised since no one is really allowed on the roof except staff and the janitors when they need to throw back down stray volleyballs and baseballs for the sports teams.

While you’re carefully lead to the side of the building facing the open free area in the middle of your school, the bear faces towards you. They take off the head of the costume, and you can’t really tell who it is. Panting heavily from exhaustion with fogged up goggles, a white surgical mask, and messy white hair in all directions. You try to hold in your laughter as the person struggles to take off the equipment. Their hair bad gotten tangled to their goggles and you had to help free them, but they would try and still you for some reason.

You persist in trying to take if off of them while they stutter over how sweaty they are and how you’ll feel icky after touching their hair. But you do it anyway. As you take off the surgical mask, you can see their lips had gotten a dry. Telling them to wait a moment, you take out a chap stick you got in one of the gifts that you received and put it over their lips. You smile as you hear them nervously stutter out a small “Thank you” When you take off their goggles, you can see the red ruby eyes you love so much.

White strands of hair cling to Yuuto’s face as you help wipe off the sweat that accumulated underneath his bangs all the while as a deep blush scatters across his cheeks.

“Ah I’m so sorry (Y/N)…” Yuuto says, you brush a strand of his hear behind his ear as you wipe the side of his cheek with a clean napkin, “I didn’t expect that to happen and I was going to take off all that stuff before hand before bringing you up here but uhm, I forgot to do it earlier…”

“What’re you apologizing for? I don’t mind helping you at all especially since you’ve been running around school all day. Also,” you pinch his cheek slightly, “You need to rely on others more! You’re crazy for not taking any breaks! I even saw you help the janitors clean up that huge chocolate cake that someone dropped in the hallway!”

“B-But they needed my help…and I couldn’t take a break!”

You quick a brow at his statement, “Hm and why is that?”

With a small sigh, Yuuto takes off the mittens covering his hands. Taking a hold of yours into his, “I-I wanted to make this day special for you, but I couldn’t come up with the right surprise for you…so I asked the student council if they could help me with any ideas and they proposed that I should be the helper mascot on Valentines day to get some inspiration. I got carried away though and no one else could do it so…”

“You got stuck in helping out all day?”

He let’s out a small nervous laugh, “Yeah…but you know. You mean so much to me and…” his hold tightens a bit, “And I have so much love for you but there’s not enough ways that I can express just how much you’re always on my mind. So I ordered a bunch of gifts for you and your friends helped me out too! Each place we visited, are places I have found memories of you (Y/N).”

You feel a bit confused, “But we went went through the whole school.”

“Ah haha… that’s because I got carried away. Every time I see you, hear your voice, and feel your touch is special to me. That’s why I took you all around the school and I even got extra gifts for you for all the people that I helped…but I want you to know that, I love you (Y/N)! You always cloud up my thoughts and I can never stop thinking about you and I-”

Before Yuuto finishes his sentence, you plant a kiss on his lips. It was quick, but it was enough to leave the boy left in awe and you smile.

“I’m thankful that you think of me that way, but next time don’t overwork yourself okay?”

“O-Okay, I promise!”

Yuuto engulfs you into a hug and you almost stumble over. You laugh as you feel him nuzzle his face into your neck, but you’re startled by the sound of cheering from down below. Looking towards the opening area, you can see other people cheering and your friends int he center giving you a thumbs up. You can see that a bunch of them have their phones out. They recorded the whole thing…

You can feel your cheeks heat up as you hide your face into Yuuto’s shoulder from the crowd. You feel embarrassed that that the whole exchange was recorded, but you’re also happy that someone would go this far for you.

#yandere #yandere male #male yandere #writing #reader insert #x reader #my writing #oc #yuuto latham #my art

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Give Your Wife a Dog

A lil ficlet for @kiwi--bot featuring our Destiny oc’s being soft together.

Summary: In which Trojan gives Lilith a puppy and thinks back on old traditions of giving your loved one a puppy could lead to so much more and how much of a simp in love with her he is.

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Fandom: Destiny 2

Relationship: Lilith Daemon (Oc)/Trojan-13 (Oc)

Warnings: SFW, no warnings to apply!

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Not wanting to be a Guardian was where they had bonded.

When they had first met, Trojan had been freshly rebooted. He knew a few things would always be the same. He always found his way back to the Crucible, back to Shaxx’s side to help him officiate for rookies and keep people on their toes. He would always find a fondness in lost ghosts without their guardian to have. He would always kindly find ways to tell Zavala that he would not be participating in the Guardian duties.

But that last time had thrown him for a loop. All the same, except Shaxx had grasped his shoulder firmly and guided the exo titan to the side. “Trojan, my friend. Always a pleasure to see you ready to fight! But...I have a better task for you for now.” Shaxx had spoken with kindness, his voice dropping to a softer tone, and Trojan knew it was going to be a task he would take with pride.

Lilith.

~Rest under the cut~

Even her name sent embers down his back. Warming him deep within his circuitry. Her Light was the brightest he’d ever witnessed, her solar energy humming throughout her glowing tattoos and eyes. The way she bared her teeth in a sneer and staked her authority around her as if she didn’t realize she was so much smaller than those around her. A pitbull in a world of mastiffs. Yet, if anyone was the dog here, it was Trojan. Nothing but a pup under her heel or under her steely gaze of golden light.

She was an awoken warlock trained directly under the hand of Ikora. Trojan didn’t know her full story, only that Shaxx had guided him to her in a way of companionship. Lilith had been a Guardian during the wars when she was needed, but she did other things Trojan wasn’t familiar with. Gathering intel and data on all wildlife, foliage, flora, and creatures habiting all the planets they were to visit. She’s the one who wrote everything down, found weaknesses, how plants could be useful, all uploaded into the database everyone used.

Shaxx had explained he worried for her. She kept to herself, even on her planetary visits. She was a hard fighter, but on her last visit, she’d gotten tangled up with an unidentified entity and her ghost had been the one concerned enough to bring it up that maybe she needed a second just to watch her back.

Trojan had taken to his mission dutifully. At first it had been for Shaxx, but then he’d been with Lilith and watched her in action. Anytime he offered his assistance or so much as took one step ahead of her, Lilith would huff and snap at him and grumble her way through it. Trojan couldn’t help but like her attitude- but a lone wolf? Lone wolves in a world like theirs never made it out alive.

And her light? He planned to bask in it for a long, long time.

Snooks, his own ghost, always complained to him that he was wasting his time. Snooks would roll his eye dramatically, enough to make his entire body twirl with the effort, whenever Trojan would sigh longingly and merely say that he would befriend her. She just was shy!

All the way up until he got to see her compete in the crucible himself. To where the first time he’d won against her through a hair alone, she’d pushed her white curls from her face, her eyes dangerously narrowed across the dropship and warned him he would not get so lucky next time.

That night he had spent in bed, hugging his own pillow and rolling like a teenage girl with Snooks groaning at his lovey dovey antics.

It took years of companionship and rivalry, of misunderstandings before Lilith had been the one to snap at him. Trojan had never seen her show so much emotion as he looked down at her. She was so small, reaching just beneath his chest and her hands moving frantically as she spoke. “What ARE we?! You claim me as friend- you speak of me as friend, a-and then?! Then you try and hold my hand?! Are you trying to embarrass me in front of my mentor? Do you take me for a fool?!”

Each word had made her light burn brighter, to the point Trojan thought her hair would become filled with the fire within her heart. She questions him calling her a friend, calling her his closest friend. Lost in translation, as he had learned. But he will never forget her face when he dropped to his knees to be at her height, seeing golden tears slipping down her cheeks as he so gingerly took her lavender hand within his ones of metal. Murmuring so softly that he had never meant to hurt her, that he would walk off the ends of the world for her, that he had wanted her as more than just a fuck buddy. More than a companion.

Trojan is lucky to have her in his life, he thinks now when he wakes up to see her arms encircling his waist and her face tucked into his shoulder with her hair sprawled around them. He is lucky, he thinks, to wake up in her warmth and bask in her light. Her own ghost, Kaiden, takes quite a liking to Snooks in turn, but Snooks is ever the brat and always scoffs his direction. But Trojan likes to think that even his own ghost could appreciate the light they both provided.

But, recently, Trojan’s been wondering how he might surprise her.

She’d always talked about her interest in war beasts. When she’d get to speaking about her work- the one topic he used to only be able to get her to talk lengths on- about how war beasts were one of the hardest to research since the Cabal completely modified their behaviors. How she’d need a pup in order to be able to study them further and see how they actually were and what wasn’t just trained behavior through a handler.

Well. By the Light, Trojan was going to get her a damn war beast.

And he does. Going out to the EDZ and arranging with Devrim for what it is exactly he’s looking for. Devrim gives him a look up and down, a smirk playing on his lips when he asks if he’s doing it for someone in particular. Trojan only smiles, his inner circuitry fluttering when he speaks. “Yes. Is for girlfriend, Lilith. Want to see her smile.”

And that’s how he acquires a war beast pup. It’s maybe only as big as a bulldog, its harsh razored scales not acquired yet with only smooth red skin. Its claws haven’t even grown in, only practically huge paws on its smaller body with its sharp teeth looking too big for its mouth. It doesn’t snarl or growl, instead it gets rather excited to be picked up. Its entire body wiggling with its stubby tail.

Hiding it is the hardest part. Especially when he wants to surprise her.

When he goes to her quarters, using the key he had been given, he calls for her only to be called back to to let him know where she was. He travels her plant filled home, past the vast bookcases and framed items as he makes his way to her studying room. Lilith is sat there at her desk, an arched window overlooking the city and the Traveler. Her curly hair is pulled up into a messy bun atop her head, white curls framing her face and her armor exchanged for comfortable at home clothing. She must not have changed from this morning, going straight to work judging by her state.

A strap of her black tanktop slides off one of her tattooed shoulders, his optics following down to the flex of her bicep when she reaches to grab a different colored pencil. One of her legs is bouncing, covered by gray sweatpants that are thin enough for him to see the dull golden pulse of her ribbon tattoos going up her legs.

She’s always a sight, even from behind. Her solar energy fills the room with warmth as the plants in the room reach for her as if her light was enough to fuel them. Trojan thinks he might relate to them in that way as well.

Kaiden happily hovers around her head, peeking over her shoulder and remarking about colorations. When Lilith groans, he croons back at her and presses his round body against her cheek. “Awww, are you cranky? It’s probably because you haven’t seen Trojan all day, huh?”

“I am cranky because you are being insufferable.” Lilith huffs back, despite raising her manicured hand to gently cup around his body to press Kaiden softly to her cheek in her own way of hugging him back.

Trojan’s insides become fluttery at the sight of her so open with herself. No leathers, no knives, no malice from her lips despite her own words. Her relaxed posture and surrounded by the plant life and books she loved so dearly. Trojan could sigh at the very sight of her. He would kill for her, he would die for her, he would throw himself at her feet if it would make her happy.

He thinks he loves her.

With that thought in mind, he clears his throat, rapping his knuckles on the wall and watching her pointed ears perk right up with a soft jingle to her piercings. She turns in her chair to see him, but Kaiden beats her to the punch as he happily twirls about the air and starts swirling around Trojan’s head. “Oh, loverboy!!!!~ We have missed you SO much! Isn’t that right, Lilith? Go on, tell the big guy! Go on!”

The look Lilith gives her poor ghost is one that could kill. But, regardless, she stands to greet him and Trojan does his best not to feel disappointed when she adjusts her top to not expose so much of herself. “Hi, little one,” She speaks so softly towards him, her low voice sending his circuitry running high and the nodes on his cheeks flashing as a flustered emotion warms his heart. “Snooks sent me the message that you have something for me?”

Curse his ghost.

“Ah! Yes. Was meant to be surprise.” It’s said pointedly at his ghost with a glare, but Snooks just happily hums, looking about the room and not even turning to face his Guardian. However, Trojan clears his throat, stepping towards Lilith until they’re a short distance away.

From there, he takes her hand within his own, lifting it to his mouth plate to press it fondly there. It never ceases to amaze him when she flushes violet, a huff falling from her full lips in that little embarrassed way she got. Trojan is very well aware now if he were to do this in public that she would flip him over her shoulder and slam him to the ground. But, can you really blame him for not exactly hating it in the slightest?

Before she can ask, he holds out his hand to transmat the flower he had stored. One from Earth when he was visiting Devrim. A beautiful red camellia gently tucked into her messy bun after being shown to her. She’s smart, he knows this, and he knows one of the many languages she knows is flowers. Just seeing her turn violet again all the way to her now perked up ears makes his entire body warmed when all she can do is huff in a flustered manner up at him. “If you do not stop being sappy, I shall be forced to throw you to the ground again.”

“Speak as if threat. Would like to see again, if willing.” Trojan grins back, making his stance more open for if she so wished. He knows it’s an empty threat, simply just Lilith being unused to this attention. He is unsure who harmed her to make her so skittish in this way, but he swears to both the Traveler and by his own honor, that he would make her smile and laugh openly with him.

One day.

“Flower is not surprise. Have other for you, little phoenix. You will like more.” Trojan clears his throat after a moment, soon guiding her to her own living room where said war beast pup was in its kennel. It makes a happy noise upon seeing Trojan, much like a trill as its entire stubby body wags.

Lilith’s eyes light up and her hands go over her mouth in such a genuine reaction that warms his heart. “I. ..where did you...?” Her voice is so soft as she drops to her knees to the kennel. She looks nervous as she offers her hand to the bars. The war beast pup happily sniffs at it noisily before its entire body wags again, pawing at the door as Lilith turns her head back and up to look at Trojan with such a soft facial expression.

He thinks he loves her, he thinks again.

“Friend helped. Lilith say pups hard to find. I find.” Trojan speaks in a proud tone, watching her head turn back to the pup who makes a soft growling noise when she unhooks the lock cautiously. It happily launches at her, pressing its face into her belly and clambering with its huge paws to get into her lap.

Hearing her laugh so genuinely makes Trojan cover his mouth to stop from saying anything that might make her never make that sound again. Able to see her grin to show off her sharp canines and dimples, her eyes narrowing as she scratches at the softly scaled belly of the pup who wiggles in her lap happily.

When the Earth was habited by humans alone, back in their past of past lives, there was an old saying of giving your loved one a dog.

Trojan can’t help but wonder if a war beast pup suited as a good substitute as he watches Lilith come out of her shell a little to roll onto the floor and onto her back to mimic the pup and smile at it with soft croons from her lips as it wags its entire body at her.

He knows he loves her, he thinks one final time with a smile.

#Lilith x Trojan-13 #Lilith (Oc)#Trojan-13 (Oc)#Destiny #Destiny 2 #Destiny ocs #princess writing

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fuwafuwamedb · 4 years

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Cursed G Pt 28 (Hakuno, Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Siduri)

Previous Part: 1 - HakuPOV / GilPOV, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27

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There was light streaming down on her.

Hakuno could feel the warmth of the light, the feeling of a light breeze drifting in from the window. She could hear the soft sounds of the wind brushing against tree branches and leaves, leaving her to stretch light and grimace.

She must have left the window open last night when she’d gone to bed.

It wasn’t the wisest decision to make, since her home was a one-story building with open access to the windows and screens that wouldn’t be terribly difficult to push aside to gain entrance. She’d listened to many of her friends get after her about them being open sometimes, but she’d thought she was getting better about the windows.

Shifting slightly, Hakuno grimaced.

She was in a robe.

There was definitely a belt around her waist, the upper part of the robes faltering slightly as she shifted and tried to get herself to go upright. That was a tall order though; and, as she was quickly finding, she had no desire to ruin the opportunity to take another nap.

Surely she had something to do today.

A soft yawn met her person before she felt a tail brush against her neck.

“G,” Hakuno cooed, rolling over and petting that soft tail.

A large, very wet tongue met her cheek in response.

Hakuno opened her eyes to a set of golden eyes, staring at her as a tail flicked back and forth on the one before her. She could see a couple other heads rise, staring in her direction as she tried to process what she was seeing.

It was nothing.

It must have been just a wild dream.

Long hours of studying alongside taking care of Gilgamesh and learning magic…

Hakuno felt herself freeze.

A large lion was in front of her, moving in closer to her as she lay there in the strange place. There were three more that were moving in, flopping against her side. She could almost painfully feel the sheets tightening as their bodies tugged at the sheets. She was becoming pinned down, unable to even free her other arm as the first lion leaned in to continue licking her.

Her hair was no doubt slimy. Her eyes closed as she felt an overwhelming need to wipe at her face.

Another few laps of that tongue…

Hakuno could feel herself tensing worse, her stomach churning as she tried her best not to panic. These were large, very man-eating beasts. They were the kid that, from what she could remember, were very likely ones who chased after those who ran.

Did they work by dinosaur logic?

Well, the visual movement thing wasn’t the case.

Hakuno looked up at the cat, listening to its loud and very pleased purr filling the air. A heavy paw pressed to her chest, the beast beginning to settle in painfully half atop her.

More of that licking began, a series of small grunts and mewls from the beast leaving her to tremble softly.

“She’s normally not one to be scared,” a voice called out.

The beasts shifted at the sound of Gilgamesh, leaving her to glance in his direction.

He was wrapped in only a fabric around his waist, a golden necklace gleaming from his chest and his chest and abs out in the open. The sun seemed to almost glisten on him, creating a halo effect with that golden hair of his. The sharp angles of his jaw looked almost sharper than a knife in the fading light.

“You slept for days,” he complained softly.

“Gil…”

He waited, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearby wall.

“…Gil, can you…” She eyed the lions nearby, hesitating. Being too loud or to sudden could spook the beasts. If she wasn’t careful, there was a good chance she could-

The king clicked his tongue, patting one of his legs.

The collection above her migrated, tails flicking here and there as she felt each presence around her move from the bed one by one. They hopped to the floor, leaving the large bed to lift a bit higher with each loss.

And then, with them off the bed, the king lowered himself to their level, stroking manes and patting heads softly.

“You have done well in looking after her, haven’t you? You have earned much in this time,” he told them all. “We shall have to see about your rewards later.”

His lips pressed to one’s head, earning a loud slight tussle between that one and another.

“Leave,” he demanded, motioning at the door.

They went, willingly.

“You’ve er… you’ve trained them well.”

“You misunderstand, Hakuno.” Gilgamesh glanced over at her, shaking his head. “They’re not trained. They are as feral as any that you would find still roaming over the lands outside of Uruk. My people are quite accustomed to their presence. You’ll find yourself settling in with them soon enough.”

She didn’t think so.

That sounded like a good way to end up getting hurt.

Her arms felt weak as she pushed against the bed, making sitting up a process. Her stomach still hurt, as did a good portion of her person.

“What are you doing?”

“Where are we?” she asked of him, looking around more at the room. There was something wrong with this room, with the way he was dressed. She could feel her mind already noting various objects that very much didn’t belong in the modern bedroom. The golden interior and items were leaving that odd trickle of tension building.

“You,” Gilgamesh told her, moving over to her side and pulling the sheets up her person a bit. “You are in Uruk.”

That she could see.

It was very obvious that she was in Uruk.

What she wanted to know was how was she in Uruk?

Gilgamesh hadn’t been able to create a portal to get himself to Uruk without her help. They had both put forth a good amount of power to get a portal big enough for one open, and that had required that they both continue to push energy into the portal to keep it open.

How had he managed, alone, to open a pathway to Uruk and drag her through?

Why had he dragged her through?

Her gaze was fixed on his expression, her heart hammering faster and faster as she tried to think about what had happened. Her mind was drawing a very fast and very hard blank on how things had gotten to this point. The man before her was simply fixing the pillows a bit, wiping at a bit of lion saliva on her face.

“…What happened?”

There was no point in avoiding the question.

A soft chuckle escaped him.

“You had agreed to come with me, if you recall.”

“I did. I was supposed to marry you in front of my friends before that happened though. We had agreed to wait to come here and I had a series of classes to get to for the week.”

She remembered getting up on Monday…

She’d had a nice moment with Gilgamesh that morning…

Why was her mind so fuzzy about this?

“Does your head hurt?”

Hakuno waved off the question lightly, finding the man stealing her hand away and holding it to the bed as he invaded her space. That bemused expression was back, his eyes drifting over her face.

“I can call for an apsu if there is something wrong.”

“Gil,” Hakuno looked at him, prepared to argue.

This wasn’t what they had planned at all.

There were things she hadn’t been ready to surrender yet. She didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to anyone. There were people to see one last time and things to do one last time. Hell, she hadn’t had the chance to go to any of her favorite stores one last time.

But…

There was that single fact that Gilgamesh was looking at her like that that made her hold back her complaints. The way his face held that serious expression, his brows furrowed and his gaze searching hers. There was the way that he held her hand, his leaning in close almost feeling like he was assuring himself more that she was alive and well than anything else.

He had offered to call an apsu…

She really couldn’t remember what those were, but it sounded like something like a hospital.

The man in front of her was worried, as worried as he’d been, if not moreso, than when she had used too much magic.

“I’m alright,” she relented.

“Something is wrong.”

Something was wrong, but she was here now and saying goodbye would have been hard. It would be difficult to go back to her time without there being all kinds of trouble. She didn’t even want to think of the kind of magic finding the precise time she’d disappeared from her own time would be.

So she shook her head a little, settling for pressing against the king and closing her eyes again.

He stiffened, his arms clearly open as he had to process what she was doing. She could feel the moment he relaxed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.

“Ishtar attacked you,” Gilgamesh murmured. “It seems she was more cowardly than I had suspected, attacking you in your bathrooms.”

She could remember a little more.

She’d been leaving the two fools by the counter to go use the restroom real quick. Her stomach had been a little awkward feeling.

It still felt out of sorts, but…

“How long did I sleep exactly?”

“Just a day.”

Hakuno pulled back, “you said it’d been days!”

“I did.” He snickered. “And you failed to react. You disappoint me, Hakuno. Was I not that believable?”

“I could have slept for weeks!”

Gilgamesh pinched at her cheeks, growling a bit. “If you dare to do such a thing, I’ll let the lions and the lionesses climb on you and use you for a pillow. You don’t get to slumber away and suffer without my permission.”

Ah, yes. His permission.

She’d remember that the next time that Ishtar decided to try something on her again.

Speaking of…

Hakuno looked around at the room again, pushing the king’s hands off her cheeks.

“…Are we actually safe from Ishtar here?”

“She cannot come into the palace. I had the magicians and the apsu work together to craft a divine barrier around the entirety of the palace and inner gates of Uruk. Although it is not… perfect, it is an effective means to keep the woman from entering.”

So they would be safe and sound then.

“You read about my Uruk,” he prompted, moving to stand on his feet once more. He held out his hand. “Come with me a moment.”

Her hand slid into his, that grip tight as he let her lean against him and walk awkwardly for the first time in a while. Her left foot was tingling, probably fast asleep from one of those lions sleeping on it. Her knees wobbled threateningly as she moved to the window with him, looking out towards…

Gold.

There was a river that cut through the land off in the distance, glistening in the afternoon light. It cut harshly at a point in her view, slithering off into the horizon. Before it though, stood a wall that rose high into the air.

Small movements below showed signs of the people. She could see large fabrics and countless golden buildings standing proudly against the lands close to them. Trees with great green branches hung here and there, dotting the city in nature.

“This is the view to the smithies and the citizens who work occupations that make less,” he told her.

“It doesn’t look like a slum.”

“It is not a slum, it is merely the area that makes the least and the forges that have bought land to work in.” He smirked, looking out at it. “They are still useful and make their living. They just are satisfied with other things besides wealth.”

She doubted that all of them were that way, but…

The view was nice.

She could see a procession moving off to the side, their banners waving softly in the wind.

“What’s that?”

“A wedding ceremony, actually,” the man at her side replied. “It’s not typical for there to be that much fanfare. It must be one of my upper class citizens.”

“Should we go look?”

The man snorted. “You are barely standing.”

She was standing though.

“Much of your practices were going to be a mystery to me. I feel like putting you through the same. You will have to wait until your own ceremony for learning what is required.”

Hakuno found him leaning her against the wall a bit, adjusting the robes she wore a moment before he took her hand once more.

“In the meantime, there is someone you should meet properly.”

“Gil, I can barely walk!”

“And yet you were so eager to go see that wedding a moment ago,” the man threw her a look as he pulled open the doors of the room, leading her into the hallway.

“Gil-“

“SIDURI! ENKIDU!”

Hakuno moved closer to the man, noting a few people popping their heads out of rooms nearby. A low murmur was forming, bringing out more people to glance their way from around doors and the end of the halls.

“SIDURI!”

“Gil! Let me meet your mother later,” she pleaded softly, noting the people watching her with mounting interest. She really wanted to just go back into their room. Maybe leave the lions near the door for a while.

The man glanced over his shoulder at her.

“Please,” Hakuno repeated again, “let me meet your mother, Siduri, later.”

The look on his face was almost mockingly amused, those eyes glinting a second before his laughter rang out, echoing in the hallway. She could feel her cheeks burning as the sound of footsteps came running in their direction.

“My king!” A figure in green came hurrying into the hall, her veil dropping a bit as she caught up to them. “Did I hear you calling for me?”

“It would seem that Hakuno was under the foolish assumption that I was calling for my mother just now,” Gilgamesh told her, still chuckling as he forced her to press up against him. “You will have to teach her well about exactly who my mother is.”

“Oh… Well, she is from another time, isn’t she?” Siduri offered, angelic as could be. She already liked this woman a lot more, finding the woman smiling gently. “I would have assumed that someone random that you are calling was someone close to you as well.”

“A-are you two close?”

The man was laughing harder at her. She needed to shut up.

Siduri waved her hands, “I am Gilgamesh’s attendant, remember?”

Right!

“You were in the gateway that we made before!”

The woman sighed in relief, nodding. “That would be me. Once again, it is a pleasure to meet you, although I much prefer this manner of meeting. Being in person with someone is far better than your paths and magic.”

Hakuno nodded.

“My king?” Siduri turned to him once again, “you did call for me, didn’t you?”

“I wanted to have you meet Hakuno in person and speak about Uruk.”

“Perhaps over food?” Siduri gave another smile her way. “We could help you dress, bathe, and get a proper meal in you before returning you to bed.”

That didn’t sound half bad-

“The meal is fine. I rather doubt that Hakuno will need to uselessly change before her baths and we can take the meal in one of my gardens.”

Siduri went to speak, but there was movement.

A flash of green was speeding towards them, all but leaping into the air in a flurry of white and green before Hakuno found herself scooped into a pair of arms.

“ENKIDU!”

“Hakuno! You’re finally awake!” The being held her up in the air, laughing a little. “I was wondering if we needed to call back the apsu to check on you again!”

“E-Enkidu,” Siduri tugged at the being’s sleeve, “Please put her Grace down. She’s barely awakened.”

She was on her feet once more before Gilgamesh moved to haul her over his shoulder.

“Since you’re here, Enkidu, then we don’t have to wait. We’re going to eat in one of the gardens and Siduri is going to inform the kitchens to bring something.”

“Perfect, I’ll join.”

“You just ate!” Siduri complained.

“I am a hungry being,” Enkidu told her, patting their chest. “I have barely eaten anything.”

Between the laugh and from what she had seen of the being’s appetite, Hakuno could only shake her head.

She felt for Siduri. She really did.

“We’ll be in the upper gardens,” Gilgamesh told the woman, carrying her off with Enkidu at his side.

“Careful, hold her under the armpits or cradled,” Enkidu warned him. “Her stomach and belly are probably weaker than normal.”

“Fine, fine.”

She pursed her lips a bit at the two as Gilgamesh held her by the armpits.

This was not how to hold someone.

#drabble #drabbles

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therealmadblonde · 4 years

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October 20

I stopped by Graymalk’s place last night, per her invitation, and the mistress actually set down a plate of victuals for me on the back step. I realized then that Jill was far younger than I’d thought, now she wasn’t wearing her Crazy clothes and had her hair down loose rather than tied back and hidden under a bandana. And she was a good cook. I can’t remember when I’d eaten so well.

Afterwards, Graymalk and I headed for the manse. It was an exceptionally clear night, and there were stars all over the sky.

“It just occurred to me that you’re a bird-watcher,” I said.

“Of course.”

“Have you seen an albino raven anywhere about?”

“As a matter of fact, I have, here and there, for several weeks now. Why?”

“It’s occurred to me that it might be the vicar’s companion. Just a matter of proximity and a guess, really.”

“I’ll watch for it now, of course.”

Someone with a crossbow passed us at a distance, moving in the other direction. We stood still, let him go by.

“Was that him?” she asked.

“Just a member of the midnight congregation,” I said. “Not the man himself. Scent’s wrong. I’ll remember this one, though.”

Streaks of high cirrus fluoresced above us from the stars they framed, and a gust of wind stirred my fur.

“I hunted rats and ate out of dustbins and saw my kittens killed and was hung by my tail and abused by wicked urchins,” Graymalk said suddenly, “before the mistress found me. She was an orphan who’d lived on the streets. Her life had been even worse.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I’ve seen some bad times myself.”

“If the way is opened, things should change.”

“For the better?”

“Maybe. On the other paw, if it isn’t opened, things may change, too.”

“For the better?”

“Damned if I know, Snuff. Does anybody really care about a hungry cat, except for a few friends?”

“Maybe that’s all anybody ever has, no matter how the big show is run.”

“Still…”

“Yes?”

“Hard times do really bring out the revolutionary in a person, don’t they?”

“I’ll give you that. Also, sometimes, the cynicism.”

“Like you?”

“I suppose. The more things change…”

“So that’s the manse,” she said suddenly, pausing to regard the big structure which had just come into view, a few lights visible within. “I’ve never been over this way before.”

“No really unusual external features,” I said, “and no — uh — dogs about. Let’s go down and look around.”

We did, making a circuit of the place, peering in windows, placing the Great Detective— one must give him credit for dedication to a role, as he was still in skirts— in the front parlor, reading, below a portrait of the Queen. His only lapse, if one might call it that, involved an occasional puff on a great calabash pipe which he rested between times in a rack on a table to his right. His companion lingered about the kitchen, preparing some small repast. There were many darkened rooms about the place. Off of the kitchen, we noted the head of a stairway leading downward.

“That’s where I should be coming up,” she said. “When I reach the top I’ll pass through the kitchen, if he’s gone by then, and explore the farther side of the house first. If he isn’t, I’ll go down the long hall on the near side and investigate all of its darkened chambers.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” I said.

We let ourselves down to ground level and rounded the corner to the basement window.

“’Luck,” I told her as she entered.

I went back to the window and watched the kitchen. The man was in no hurry to leave, nibbling as he apparently waited for water to boil, taking out a willow-pattern plate and bowl from a cupboard, nibbling some more, hunting out utensils from a drawer, turning up from another cupboard one of those white cups with the gold rim and gold flower inside that everybody has, taking another nibble…Finally, I saw Graymalk at the head of the stair. How long she had been there — unmoving, watching — I was uncertain. When his back was turned she slipped into the near hall. As I had no vantage on that area, I made a few circuits of the house to pass the time.

“Checking out our new neighbor, Snuff?” came a voice from a tree to the east.

“It never hurts to be thorough,” I replied. “What about you, Nightwind?”

“The same. But she’s not a player. We’re almost sure of it.”

“Oh? You’ve met?”

“Yes. She visited the masters yesterday. They feel she’s harmless.”

“Glad to know that someone is.”

“Unlike the vicar, eh?”

“You’ve been talking to Quicklime.”

“Yes.”

“I thought you at odds. I heard you’d dropped him in the river.”

“A misunderstanding,” he said. “We’ve smoothed it over since.”

“What did you give him for the vicar?”

“Needle’s nightly feeding route,” he said. “Maybe he plans to ambush him and eat him.” Nightwind made a chuckling sound, something halfway between hoot and gasp. “That would be amusing.”

“Not to Needle.” He chuckled again.

“That’s true, isn’t it? I can almost hear him crying, ‘This is not funny!’ Then gulp, and we’d all have the last laugh.”

“I’ve never eaten a bat,” I said.

“They’re not bad. A little salty, though. Say, since I’ve run into you maybe we can do a little business — nothing major, but we take whatever’s there, eh?”

“Usually,” I said. “What’ve you got?”

“After I heard about the vicar I went looking around his place. Met his companion —”

“A big white raven,” I said. “I’ve seen it.”

“Hm. Well, I decided on the direct approach. I flew up and introduced myself. Her name’s Tekela, and she seemed behind on the Game and trying to catch up. Didn’t have much to trade, but all she wanted was a list of the players and their companions. She’d get it from someone else if she didn’t get it from me, I figured, and I might as well get whatever she had for it. First, though, she did know that you’re one of us, and your bird- eating friend. She told me she’d seen you a few nights back, with another big dog, dragging a body toward the river. That was the missing officer, wasn’t it?”

“I won’t deny it.”

“Did you or Jack kill him?”

“No. But the body turned up too near home for comfort.”

“And you were just getting rid of it?”

“Would you want the thing in your front yard?”

“Certainly not. But what I’m curious about is your friend. Tekela recognized you as she swooped by, but not the other dog. So she followed it when you parted. She said that it went to Larry Talbot’s place.”

“So?”

“We’ve been puzzled whether or not he’s a player. One argument against the assumption was that he hadn’t a companion. Now — ”

“What was Tekela doing way in the hell out in that field that night?” I asked.

“Presumably, she was patrolling the area in general, as we all do.”

“‘Presumably’?” I said. “Her master was involved in that man’s death, and she went looking for the body after I’d moved it and found it. She was keeping an eye on it to see whether whoever’d put it there would be back to do any more with it.”

He was silent, and he shrank a little within his feathers. Then, “That’s what I was going to trade you for the story on Larry’s companion,” he said. “But do you know how he died? She did tell me that.”

Just then I saw it. I’d a vision of the officer, drugged, knocked out, or tied up upon the altar as the vicar blessed an edged instrument.

“Ceremonial killing,” I said, “at one of his midnight services. It was early in the cycle for one. But that’s what happened. Then he left the remains at our place for a bit of misdirection.”

“He needed it early for the extra power, because he’d gotten off to a late start. All right. I’ll give you something else for Talbot.”

“Concerning what?”

“The Good Doctor.”

“Done. I haven’t heard anything about him for a while. The dog is a stray from town. Name’s Lucky. I give him some of my food when he’s around and he does favors for me. He hangs around Talbot’s place, too, because Talbot saves scraps for him. He’s too big for anyone to want to feed on a regular basis, though, which is why he hasn’t a real home. You might even spot him in the woods or fields some night, hunting rabbits.”

“Oh,” Nightwind said, rotating his head ninety degrees to stare at the manse. “That spoils one of Morris’s new theories. You’re a calculator, aren’t you?”

“My, Quicklime was chatty.”

“It just came out in passing,” he said. “If Talbot were indeed a player, and with the vicar now in the Game…well, things would be moved around interestingly, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“So we’re both checking the place out.”

“True,” I said. “I don’t know that Talbot’s not a player. But if he is, Lucky’s not his companion.”

“Interesting. Have you — or Lucky — seen any other candidates about his place?”

“No. He seems to prefer plants to animals.”

“Can a plant be a companion?”

“I don’t know. They’re alive, but kind of limited in what they can do. I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Well, this will all shake down in a few days, I’m sure. In ample time for the work to be done and the world — Should I say ‘redeemed’ or ‘preserved’?”

“Let us say ‘messed with,’ either way.” He closed his left eye and opened it again. “And the Good Doctor?” I prompted.

“Ah, yes,” he replied. “He was the other one Tekela knew about. But I was intrigued when she insisted that there are three people living out there, not two.”

“Oh?”

“So I flew out to investigate, during another of those nasty storms that always seem in progress in the area. And she was right. There was a big fellow lurching about the place— drunk perhaps. Biggest man I’ve ever seen. He was only about for a little while, during the height of the storm. Then he lay down on that fancy bed in the basement, and the Good Doctor covered him up, entirely, with a sheet. He didn’t stir again.”

“Strange. Bubo have anything to say about this?”

“Bah! You ought to send Graymalk after him, if I don’t get him first. Rats aren’t as salty as bats. Tougher, though. He’s worthless for information. Won’t trade for anything. Either he’s stupid, ignorant, or just closemouthed.”

“I don’t think he’s stupid.”

“Then I’m not sure he knows where his best interests lie. Either way, he’s not much use to the rest of us.”

“I’ll have to corner him sometime.”

“Don’t eat the tail. They’re no good.” He chuckled again. “If you find out more about Talbot or this place, let’s talk again. Plants…hm?”

He spread his wings and swooped away to the south. I watched him vanish into the night. Formidable.

I circled the manse again, checking at a few windows. Then I heard the back door open. I was near the front at the time, and I rushed around, concealing myself behind a tree.

“Good kitty,” said the Great Detective, in a well-controlled falsetto, “come visit us again sometime.”

Graymalk was deposited on the back steps and the door was closed. I cleared my throat, but she sat there for a time grooming herself before wandering off in the other direction. Suddenly, she was beside me.

“Are you all right?” I asked her.

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s walk.”

I headed southward.

“She has a good memory, that old lady,” Gray finally said.

“In what respect?”

“Her servant spotted me, on a sudden return to the kitchen, and she heard me call out. She came back and called me by name. She was very nice. Even gave me a saucer of milk, which I felt obliged to drink. Who’d’ve thought anyone would look at a cat well enough to recognize her later — not to mention remembering her name?”

“Maybe she likes cats. Must have, if she wanted to feed you.”

“In that case, you’d think she’d have one of her own. But she doesn’t. There were no signs.”

“Just has a good eye and a good memory then, I guess.” We crossed the road, kept going.

“I guess so,” she said. “So, I got to look around pretty well before they found me.”

“And…?”

“There’s a windowless room with a wide door and a niche in its far wall — which is of stone, by the way. That old place has been through a lot of changes. Anyway, the niche seemed about right to have held an altar at one time. There were even a few small crosses chiseled into the stone, and a bit of Latin — I think it was.”

“Good,” I said, “in one way.”

“What’s the other way?”

“Nightwind knows about it. He came by while you were inside, and we talked. The white raven, by the way, is named Tekela.”

“Oh, he knows her?”

“…And you were right about the vicar. It was a ceremonial killing — dues for getting into the Game late.”

“Sounds as if you had a long talk.”

“We did. I’d better fill you in.”

“Any special reason we’re heading this way?”

“Yes. That’s part of it.”

We continued to the south and a bit to the west as I told her the things I’d learned. The air grew moist as we went and the sky dark as a blot in that particular area about which heaven’s artillery flickered and boomed.

“So you want to peer in the Good Doctor’s windows again?”

“In a word, yes.”

“Cats aren’t real fond of getting wet,” she observed, after the soft weather got harder.

“Dogs aren’t crazy about it either,” I said. Then, “Whoever wins, it’ll still rain.”

She made the closest sound I’d ever heard her manage to a laugh — a little rhythmic, musical thing.

“That’s true,” she said a little later, “I’m sure. How many times in a century does the Full Moon rise on Halloween — three, four?”

“It varies,” I responded. “It’s more interesting to ask, on how many of those occasions do the appropriate people assemble to try for an opening or hold for a closing?”

“I couldn’t guess. This is your first, of course.”

“No,” I said, and I did not elaborate, knowing what I had just given away. We walked on through the drizzle toward the place of brightnesses, keeping to the road as there were fewer wet things to brush up against there.

As we drew nearer, I saw that the front door of the farmhouse stood open, light spilling out through its rectangle. And someone was moving upon the roadway, headed toward us. Another discharge from the storm clouds gave the building a thorny corona of light, and outlined briefly in its glare I saw that a very big man was moving toward us at an ungainly but extremely rapid pace. He was dressed in ill-fitting garments, and my single glimpse of his face showed it as somehow misshapen, lopsided. He halted before us, swaying, turning his head from side to side. Fascinated, I stared. The rain had washed all scents from the air, until we achieved this proximity. Now, though, I could smell him and he grew even stranger to me, for it was the sick, sweet scent of death that informed his person, reached outward from it. His movements were not aggressive, and he regarded us with something akin to a child’s simple curiosity.

A tall figure suddenly appeared at the farmhouse door, looking outward into the night, laboratory coat flapping in the wind.

The giant figure before me leaned forward, staring into my face. Slowly, unthreateningly, he extended his right hand toward me and touched me on the head.

“Good — dog,” he said in a harsh, cracked voice, “good — dog,” as he patted me.

Then he turned his attention to Graymalk, and moving with a speed that belied his earlier gesture, he snatched her up from the ground and held her to his breast.

“Kit-ty,” he said then. “Pret-ty kit-ty.”

Clumsily, he moved to stroke her with his other hand, rain streaming down his face now, dripping from his garments.

“Pret-ty — “

“Snuff!” Graymalk wailed. “He’s hurting me! Too tight! His grip’s too tight!” I began barking immediately, hoping to distract him into relaxing his grip.

“Hello!” came a call from the man at the farmhouse. “Come back! You must come back now!” I kept barking, and the man dashed outside, rushing in our direction.

“He’s let up a little, but I still can’t get free!” Graymalk told me.

Apparently confused, the huge man turned to the approaching figure, and back again. It appeared to be the Good Doctor headed our way. I kept up the barking, since it seemed to have worked.

When the Good Doctor came up beside the giant he placed a hand upon his arm. “Raining cats and dogs, I see,” he said.

I stopped barking as the giant turned his head and stared at him, doubtless at a loss for words in the face of such a sallying of wit.

“The doggy wants you to put the kitty down,” he told him. “The kitty wants to get down, too. Put her down and come back with me now. It’s a bad night to be outside — with all this rain.”

“Bad — night,” the big man responded.

“Yes. So put the kitty down and come with me.”

“Bad — rain,” rejoined the other.

“Indeed. Cat. Down. Now. Come. Now. With me.”

“Cat — kitty — down,” said the big fellow, and he leaned forward and deposited Graymalk gently on the road. His eyes met mine as he rose, and he added, “Good — dog.”

“I’m sure,” said the Good Doctor, taking hold of his arm with both hands now and turning him back toward the farmhouse.

“Let’s get out of here,” Graymalk said, and we did.

#10-20-20 #a night in the lonesome October #roger zelazny #full moon Halloween

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crazyrandomfucker · 5 years

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Adrien Augreste: Tropical Island

"You're going to what!?" she screamed.

"We're going on holidays to the Agreste's island and we want to take you all with us" explained Adrien.

"Dude, your dad has an island?" asked Nino.

"Technically it's our mother's island, he bought it for her" said Adrienne.

"Man, that's so awesome. We're going to a private island" said Alen daydreaming.

"We've already been there" said Chloe and Cleón at unison.

"People, focus" said Alya. "Why have we only heard about it now sunshines?"

"Because since mom and uncle... You know... Since then, father hasn't let anyone set a feet on the island" explained the blond model.

"But after a lot of begging, he sold the island to us!" said Adrienne excited.

"Gurl, you're telling me that you own an island?" said Nina.

"More like half of it, Adrien has the other half" she explained.

"Well then, when are we going?" said Marin.

"Frankly, we could fly there tomorrow, but probably you'll need time to prepare, so we decided to go next week" said Adrien.

"Most importantly, is there going to be a responsible adult?" asked Mari.

"Girl, you're an adult and a responsible one" teased Alya. "Thought our kwamis have like a few millenias".

"I'd never count Plagg as a responsible adult" said Adrien. "But yes, there will be the staff and our bodyguards to keep an eye on us".

"What a shame, guess we'll have to behave then" joked Nina.

"We still can surprise our boys with some nice tropical views" said Alya with a wink.

"One day of us you're going to kill us" said Nino deadpanned.

"Oh, but wouldn't it be a very pleasurable death?" teased Alya, making Nino blush.

"I'm feeling like a ninth wheel right now" said Cleón.

"Oh but you shouldn't, your boyfriend is invited to come too and so is your girlfriend Chlo" said Adrienne with a hint of mischief on her voice.

"Yeah, wouldn't it be nice? Taking your Sabrina and Sebastian to the beach, stargazing while cuddling, ..." said Adrien with a Chesire grin.

"Okay, we get it! We will invite them but please stop with the teasing!" said a very flustered Chloe.

Everybody burst into laughs, it was very recently that the bees had discovered their secret crush in their life long friends, but everything had gone smooth for them since Raincomprix twins seemed to feel more than simple friendship and admiration for them. So now, the miraculous gang used to tease them a lot, specially because Sabrina and Sebastian had become temporarily the users of the Dog's miraculous back when Hawk Moth and Monarch were still on a rampage. Even with all the teasing, the heroes couldn't help it but to feel happy for them. The bees had surely been throught a lot and become rotten because of it, but they had made the effort to change themselves and improve their behaviour towards others, so everyone knew that they deserved that bit of happiness.

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A week later, Adrien and Adrienne were saying goodbye to their father before they entered the limousine. Their bodyguards/chofers drove them to the Dupain-Cheng bakery to pick up Mar and Mari. While they were going to the airport Adrienne and Marinette were discussing something in a very low voice while the boys, who prefered to ignore what their girlfriends were planning, talked about all the things they could do in the beach, like surfing, snorkeling or paddle surf.

Some moments later, the cats and the bugs were in the airport waiting for their friends. Tue bees arrived moments later with their couples in a helicopter. Sabrina thanked Adrien and Adrienne for the invitation and Sebastian implied a thanks in a weird head gesture. Then, Nina and Alya arrived with their hands pretty empty, but minutes later Nino and Alen appeared carrying a lot of luggage and excusing themselves for being late explaining that some ladies left them to find a parking slot and carry all the luggage. Marin and Adrien laughed at that and helped them to carry some of the bags while Adrienne took the lead and guided them to the private jet.

After some remarks to the cats money and some teasing to the bugs for getting such catches, everybody entered to the plane and made themselves comfy in their seats. The flight wasn't particulary special and nothing happened, but most of them used their very comfortable seats to take a good nap (*cough cough* Mari). They had to make a couple of stops to make sure the plane had enough fuel, so the whole thing dured about 12 hours, but none of them was bored for a single minute. The plane landed around six pm and the group was greeted by the beautyful sight of crystaline water, white sand and a very lovely blue sky. There was a gentle breeze that brought the smell of seawater and palm trees, making the young adults feel as if they we're in the paradise.

They arrived to the summer house that was built there and everybody let their things at the reception, since they still had to organize themselves, make plans and last, but certainly not least, they had to decide how and where would they sleep. It had just recently came to them that they didn't know how were they going to be divided to sleep or if it would even be a necessity for them to divide. But the cats looked at eachother with a particulary mischievous Chesire-like grin.

"It's a pity isn't it brother?" said Adrienne after faking a phone call.

"It certainly is sister, what are we possibly going to do?" agreed Adrien grinning.

"What happens?" asked Marinette suspicious.

"Ah princess, you see there is a problem with the rooms" said Adrien dramatically.

"What happens with the rooms?" asked Marin already predicting the outcome.

"There only are six rooms unoccupied by the staff. What are we going to do?" said Adrienne.

Everybody looked at each other, flustering as they understood exactly what the models were implying. Marin, however was a bit calm about everything. "We all know what you two are trying to say and I'm pretty sure how we're going to organize the rooms, so how about we get ourselves installed in the rooms and then we meet here" he said.

"As expected of my Lord, so cool, calm and collected" joked Adrien.

"I think it's a great idea sweetheart" said Adrien. Suddenly she grinned. "Ah, but please be careful, all the rooms are insonoritzated and if you fall or get hurt we couldn't hear you even if you were screamingat the top of your lungs" everybody, including Marin, instantly blushed, getting the message.

They split up and were guided to their respective rooms by the staff, who couldn't help but all smile at the sight of the happy group. Adrien, with a very Chat like demaneour, offered to carry some of Marinette's luggage, flexing to prove his point just like he had done all those years ago when Devillustrator had attacked. Mari giggled, amused by her silly cat, and booped his nose, reminding him that she was strong enough to carry her bags and had spare strength to carry him too. Adrien smiled lovestruck by his amazing girlfriend. He really loved teasing her and seeing her blush, stutter or mumble, but he couldn't helpto fall more in love with her each time she returned his teasing or made a move on him.

They entered their room and discovered that, aside from being huge and well equiped, they had a couple sized bed and two normal beds, so the option to share a bed orsleep separatedly was purely for them to make. Flustered, the young model and his designer began to unpack their things and place their clothes in the two separate closets. Marinette sended a text to her parents to reassure that they had arrived safe and sound just in case Marin hadn't already done it.

After gathering again, the miraculous gang (plus the Raincomprix) went to explore the island. It wasn't really big, just around 12 hectares, but there was a small lake in the center of the island, so it wasn't that much of land. They observed the sunset in the beach, watching the sun dissapear as if it was engulfed by the sea. Then, they returned to the summer house and had dinner before returning to their respective rooms.

Honestly speaking, Adrien would never even think of doing to Mari anything she didn't wanted him to do, the whooe tuing about the rooms was just a bit of teasing, but he had tor ecognise that, despite how tired he was, he wouldn't mind to stay awake for a bit if it meant snuggling with his lady and kissing her. But that would only happened if she ever asked for it, so Adrien simply sighed and changed to his pajama while Mari changed in the bathroom. It has to be said, that because of the weather and the constat corporal heat produced by his body, his pajama consisted only of his pijama shorts, which he feared that would scare Mari or misunderstand it for him wanting to do something.

Unbeknownst to him, Marinette was regretting hearing to Alya as she was undressing her self before putting on her pajama, which coincidentally was a pair of lime green loose pajama pants with black paw prints and a very big black jumper with an acid green paw print on the front and two cat ears on the hoodie. She was sure Adrien would be uncomfortable with it and she was going to kill Alya for it, but then she went out of the bathroom and saw Adrien's bare back, with all the muscles he had gained over the years of superheroing, and her face turned crimson red.

"A-Adrien? Are you g-going to sleep l-l-like that?" said Marinette nervous.

"I'm sorry princess, but this cat is too hot to put on a shirt" said Adrien half teasingly.

Marinette suddenly felt less sorry for him and gained some confidence. "Is that so kitty? Why don't you turn around with your eyes closed?" asked Mari.

He did as she said and grinned. "Like what you see Bugaboo?"

"Oh totally~" said Mari. "Why don't you see mine and see if you like it?" said as sue put on the hoodie.

"But m'Lady everything you wea-" begun Adrien but stopped when he saw her, immediately blushing.

"Like what you see Hot Stuff?" teased Mari as she scratched under his chin, melting him into pleasure.

"A lot" said Adrien with a dreamy voice as he couldn't take his eyes of her.

"Good, because this bug is sleepy and will soon cover in the bed sheets, so enjoy whioe you can~"

"Wait Mari" said Adrien snapping out of his dreams. "I'll take one of the mini beds, so take the biggest bed".

"No way, this is your summer house and you won't sleep on a worst bed than me" replied the designer.

"Then how about we take turns for it? You sleep there today, I'll do it tomorrow" said Adrien.

"Hmm... Okay, just for today because I'm too tired to discuss about it" said Mari and she slipped into the bed and fell asleep almost instantly, ingoring how Adrien smiled as he couldn't take his gaze off her.

The next morning, Adrien woke up exactly as he had fallen asleep just four hours ago: laying on his left side (which he could no longer feel) and facing Marinette. He hadn't slept much due to the high temperatures, but he was able to at least dream all night long with a possible future in which he could sleep all night long with Mari, hugging her and waking up with her (preferably with her kiss, but she would probably sleep far more than he). When he woke up, Mari had kicked off the blanket and she was spreading her arms and legs on the bed, her hair was a mess and it was going out of her hoodie, but Adrien thought how cute she was with that adorable face and that messy hair of her.

She woke up and, still half asleep, stared at Adrien for a long time, until she finally acknowledged his presence (and his shirtlessness) and blushed as she rushed to fix her hair, giving him a sheepy and shy smile. Adrien laughed at that and went to her bed to hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek, making her blush turn from a light pink to a crimson red. She gently punched him and told him to dress up to go and meet the others.

Surprisingly thought, they were the first to woke up, which made the super duo burst into laugh and then blush as they realized why could have their friends done last night to make them sleep more than Marinette, which made them blush once again and feel embarrassed. However, Nino came later complaining about how Alya kicks and punches in her sleep as he caressed his leftside and his left cheek. The bees and their lovers came few minutes later, not precisely in a lovey-dovey mood, but acting quite shy. Then Adrienne came and begged Marinette to go to help her waking Marin. Once Marin came, Nina appeared with a somewhat annoyed expression and Alen followed her asking for forgiveness. Apparently, Alen hugs in his sleep and he doesn't precisely let's go which, as Nina said, it was sweet but also claustrophobic.

Once Alya woke up and appologised to Nino, the gang went to have breakfast and then to prepare themselves for the day. The girls decided to go to the beach to sunbath and the boys decided to go fishing at the lake, making a competition to see who was the one to catch the biggest fish. Hours later, after not having caught even a single fish, they decided to put on the swimsuit and go to the beach with the girls. When they got to the beach Nino, Alen, Marin and Adrien were speechless. None of them could take their eyes off their beautyful girlfriends or stop blushing because of their bikinis and the girls surely knew, since all of them suddenly grinned.

Adrien went and occupied the chair next to Mari. Her bikini was ligh pink with white polka dots and it certainly brought up her skin tone. She looked sassier than usual due to her sunglasses and also the mischievous green she had since Adrien appeared. When he sat down, Marinette turned her head and looked at Adrien for a short time, inspecting her swimming trunks and his blue Hawaiian shirt.

"Looking good Hot Stuff" said Marinette teasingly.

"Thanks, y-you too" said Adrien a bit nervous.

"Do you like my looks?" said the designer as she smiled smugly.

"Q-Quite a lot" answered the model.

"Good Kitten" said Marinette and scratched him under his chin.

"Crap, this woman is going to be the death of me" thought Adrien as he gulped and blushed.

"You have it bad kid" whispered Plagg from inside Adrien's shirt.

"Shut up" replied Adrien blushing.

"Well then minou, will my brave knight swim for a bit with his lady?" said Mari as she put down her sunglasses and stood up.

"It will be my honor Princess" said Adrien bowing.

"Let's race then kitty-cat, the winner can give a single order to the loser" said Mari winking as she began to run.

"Oh it's on Maribug" said Adrien as he chased her.

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Adrienette Drabble Twenty-Eight: Shock

To be entirely fair, Gabriel would have finished the project earlier if he hadn’t been distracted by his concern over how Adrien was fairing at the party. Even after he’d received a text assuring him that Adrien was having a great time, Gabriel couldn’t seem to focus. There were just too many things that could go wrong. He’d almost asked Nathalie for his Miraculous back so that he could have Nooroo fly back and forth keeping tabs on Adrien.

“You’re still not done?” Nathalie blinked blearily at him from the atelier door a little after one in the morning. She wrapped the kimono-like dressing gown Emilie had bought her more tightly as she came over to stand next to him at his podium and rest her chin on his shoulder. “You’re sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”

“I’m almost finished. Go back to sleep.” Gabriel turned to press a fleeting kiss to the side of her head. “What are you doing up?”

“I had my phone on in case Adrien or you needed anything. Victor texted me a few minutes ago to let me know that he and Adrien were on their way home, and the text alert woke me up.”

“Go back to sleep,” Gabriel repeated softly. “I’ll finish up in a minute and be in shortly after I see that Adrien makes it home all right.”

“Very well. You know where to find me should you need anything.” Nathalie kissed her fiancé on the cheek and headed back to bed.

Ten minutes later, Gabriel was just shutting down his computer for the night when he heard the front door open.

“Adrien?” He caught his son halfway up the stairs.

“D-Dad. I didn’t think you’d actually still be up. I was just going to wake you,” Adrien explained, descending back into the foyer.

“Why? Is something wrong?” Gabriel fiddled with his glasses as he strode across the room to inspect his son. “How was the rest of the party?”

“Fine.” Adrien shrugged, blank-faced. “A bit of a rollercoaster. After I texted you, I was talking with a girl in my class, Alix, and that went pretty well. I was actually thinking of inviting her over to try out the skatepark in the basement, if that’s okay.”

“Alix…Chronogirl? The pink-haired skater girl?” Gabriel confirmed.

“Uh…yeah.” Adrien nodded, trying not to linger too much over his father being more familiar with his classmates’ names when they had been akumatized than their given names.

“I don’t see that being a problem.” Gabriel agreed easily. “Please discuss a time with Alix and clear it with Nathalie. What happened after that?”

Adrien winced. “Some jock guy was being a jerk. There was a misunderstanding about one of my ex-girlfriends who he has a thing for. It’s not a big deal, so you don’t need to hire a hitman or anything. It was just kind of upsetting. Then I ran into…” Adrien cleared his throat.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Gabriel guessed.

“Er…not yet.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “Then why are you blushing?”

“Uh…I’m not. It’s probably just the lighting,” Adrien lied. “Your eyes are tired from looking at your screen all night.”

Gabriel crossed his arms. “Is there another girl now?”

Adrien schooled his facial features into a nonresponsive mask. “No. No, there is not. Do you remember Luka Couffaine? Blue hair, my classmate Juleka’s older brother, I used to take guitar lessons from him until you found out and forbade it?” Adrien forced a smile.

“Silence. Yes?” Gabriel frowned. “You ran into him?”

“And got swept off his feet,” Plagg snickered.

“Plagg!” Adrien yelped. “That is not what happened!”

“The kid was feeling dizzy, and Prince Charming helped him outside so he could get some air. Then he sat with him and got him some water and snacks, and they talked and had a bonding moment over opera and classical music—apparently Prince Charming has a thing for Ravel—and then they danced, if you can call that dancing,” Plagg cackled, darting about so that Adrien couldn’t catch him.

“Plagg, if you say another word, I am never feeding you again!” Adrien threatened.

With a gleeful chuckle, Plagg landed and curled up on Gabriel’s shoulder.

Gabriel stared at his son in concern. “What actually happened?”

Adrien blushed. He hadn’t intended to do more than mention Luka in passing. The whole “yes, I would kiss a boy, but you don’t have to worry about me dating them” thing was still extremely new, and Adrien really didn’t want to push his luck with this yet.

“So…some of the things that that jock guy that I mentioned before said to me were pretty hurtful and upsetting. They kind of triggered a panic attack, and I ran into Luka literally, and it turns out he knows someone who has panic attacks, so he’s really good at talking people through them. He took me outside and helped me sit down and loosened my tie for me and sat with me and got me something to drink and something to eat, and he talked to me, and he was really kind and really considerate, and he said so many nice things to me. Like, genuinely nice things. He wasn’t just sucking up and trying to get in good with me because I have money. He wasn’t being fake, and he wasn’t just trying to get into my pants. I’ve dealt with all of those kinds of people before, and Luka wasn’t like that. He was just being himself, and I was kind of just being myself, and now we might be friends.”

Gabriel pursed his lips and cleared his throat. “So…he didn’t…try to kiss you or anything?”

Plagg let out a sharp laugh. “Other way around.”

Gabriel and Adrien both went wide-eyed.

“That is a lie!” Adrien squeaked. “Why would you even say that?!”

Plagg held up his paws in surrender. “I must have been mistaken. I thought I saw you making eyes at him and leaning in.”

“You were mistaken,” Adrien grumpily assured, making a mental note to donate all the Camembert in his fridge to charity and replace it with cheap grocery store slices. “Making out with anyone—boy or girl—in public was expressly against the rules. I would never do something like that.”

“I thought you told Luka that it only counted if someone got it on camera,” Plagg hummed. “Or did I misunderstand the way that you winked at him too?”

Adrien’s face went white, and he buried it in his hands. “Why are you doing this to me?” he groaned. “Have I not had a bad enough night that you feel that you have to make it worse?!”

“I’m doing this because you’re in shock, and, pretty soon, the shock is going to wear off and you’re going to have another meltdown,” Plagg snorted.

Gabriel glanced back and forth between the kwami and his son.

“I think it might be helpful for your father to have the whole story straight,” Plagg explained.

“How is me flirting with another guy relevant?!” Adrien shrieked, glaring at his kwami.

As soon as the words left his lips and truly registered to Adrien, he clapped a hand over his mouth.

Gabriel grimaced in sympathy. “…Did Monsieur Couffaine flirt back?”

Adrien nodded, ears turning scarlet. He lowered his hand. “He said I was cute. That I was funny and interesting and someone he’d like to get to know. It wasn’t anything serious. We were just play-flirting. Nothing happened. It was just for fun.”

“I see.” Not for the first time, Gabriel did not see, but he wasn’t about to ask for an explanation because it was apparent that they were on a very sensitive subject and that something had happened with Marinette and that Plagg was positive that Adrien was going to be having an episode any time now. “And…you two danced?”

Adrien nodded.

“…Like those pictures of you dancing with Monsieur Lahiffe at the karaoke bar the other night?” Gabriel mentally winced at the thought of his son dancing so intimately with another man, a man that Gabriel did not know well, that Gabriel did not trust to act in his son’s best interests.

“A little like that,” Plagg answered on Adrien’s behalf. “A little more intimately, I think. They were both really into it.”

“Plagg, are you trying to get me akumatized out of sheer mortification?” Adrien groaned. “It didn’t mean anything. I was just having fun dancing with a friend who happens to be a guy, and we both think the other is attractive, but nothing is actually going to happen because I don’t sleep with guys, and he’s dating Marinette. Let’s talk about that instead please.”

Gabriel nearly fell over. “Miss Dupain-Cheng is seeing someone?”

“Apparently she’s been dating Luka for two weeks now,” Adrien sighed.

��When did she tell you?” Gabriel demanded. “Why didn’t you mention this before?”

“I found out about an hour and a half ago from Luka while we were dancing. He thought I knew. I didn’t. Now I do. It kind of sucked because this really nice, attractive guy has been paying attention to me and making me feel good about myself for the past hour, and then he goes and says that he’s dating my girlfriend, but he’s so freaking wonderful that how the heck can I even be mad at him?” Adrien rattled off. “He obviously doesn’t know about Marinette and me from the way he was acting, so, apparently, I’m not the only one she has communication issues with.”

“What happened after you found out?” Gabriel prompted carefully, not needing his Miraculous to sense that Plagg was indeed correct and that another meltdown would be coming on presently.

“I made my excuses and calmly walked away to find somewhere I could be alone.” Adrien shrugged, all of his earlier animation draining out of him. “Then someone went to go get Marinette because they were afraid I was going to throw myself over the side of the ship and drown.”

Gabriel flinched. “Was…this concern unfounded?”

Adrien bit his lip. “Yes and no. The Seine is filthy. I know because I’ve been thrown into it on several different occasions, and I would never voluntarily jump in without good reason. If I were going to drown myself, I’d do it at the Bois de Boulogne.”

Gabriel’s heart sank as he realized, “You’ve thought about this.”

Adrien averted his gaze. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you I needed a therapist. …So…tonight, I was in a pretty bad place, and it’s probably for the best that Plagg got Marinette for me to talk to.”

“What did she say?” Gabriel didn’t really want to know. He genuinely liked Marinette, but it was difficult to keep liking her when she kept putting his son’s heart through the shredder.

Adrien shrugged again, slumping against the banister. “A lot of things. We talked for a long time about a lot of things that we should have spread over the years. It was all stuff that we needed to talk about at some point. Some of it really helped. Some of it made me feel worse than ever. We screamed at each other and then kind of made up, but then we yelled at each other some more and then sort of reconciled again. I think we both had some really good points, but we both spouted a lot of utter stupidity too.”

Adrien looked up at his father, not bothering to wipe away the tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. “I still love her madly, but tonight made me think that maybe I shouldn’t worship her so much. Yeah, she’s brilliant, and she works actual miracles, but she also makes mistakes and does really stupid stuff. Tonight, I thought, ‘God, she’s dumb. Like how does someone screw something up this badly?’ But then I kind of felt better because…I’m not the only screwup.” He scuffed thoughtfully at the marble floor with the toe of his dress shoe.

Gabriel tentatively rested a supportive hand on Adrien’s shoulder.

Adrien took a deep breath and continued, “I realized that she’s not unshakeable. She’s not infallible. She’s really messed up too; she just did a good job of covering it up. She doesn’t know what she’s doing all the time, and she doesn’t get it right every time either. Maybe…” He licked his lips nervously. “…she’s not so much better than I am after all. I think that’s…good…because that means she’s not as out of my league as I thought. She’s not unattainable…but…that’s bad because we’re stuck in this mess, and maybe she doesn’t know how to fix it either. I always count on her to make everything right again after I break something, but…maybe she can’t. Maybe I have to fix it myself, and that’s…scary. But I’m rambling. Am I making any sense?”

Adrien looked up searchingly at Gabriel for guidance.

Gabriel stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his son, pulling Adrien in tight. “You’re making a lot of sense. It sounds like it was good that you two talked, even if it was upsetting.”

Adrien crumpled into his father’s embrace, trembling as the tears started to come faster and more urgently. “She doesn’t love me.”

“You don’t know that,” Gabriel soothed as best as he could. He always felt so under water when it came to dealing with emotions. “Miss Dupain-Cheng cares about you a great deal; even I can tell…. Did she tell you that she doesn’t love you?”

Adrien nodded into Gabriel’s shoulder. “She said that she loves me as a friend but that she doesn’t think she knows what it means to love someone romantically the way that I love her. Before…she told me that she loved me, but today she said that she didn’t mean the same thing that I’d meant when I’d told her I loved her. I thought things were going to be okay because we were both on the same page with how we felt about one another, but… How can she not know what it means to love someone romantically? She sounded sincere, but…do you think she was just saying that to let me down gently because she’d changed her mind?”

Internally, Gabriel cursed. What did one say in situations like this? The guidebooks had not expressly dealt with these circumstances, and Gabriel was not confident in his ability to adapt advice for other situations to fit his own extemporaneously.

Gabriel was on his own.

“I think…it’s not very common for people your age to love as maturely as you do, Adrien.” Gabriel made his best attempt. “Honestly, when you told me you were in love a little over a month ago, I was shocked to hear you describe true love as taking care of sick children together and picking out shades of paint for a house and dealing with morning sickness. I don’t think most people your age really consider the quotidian minutia of sharing a life with someone when they say the word ‘love’. I think, at your age, ‘love’ means the euphoria of physical attraction and physical affection coupled with an emotional fondness. I am sure there are some exceptions, like yourself, but I would be willing to believe that Miss Dupain-Cheng was telling the truth when she said that she hadn’t meant the same things you did when you told one another that you loved each other.”

Gabriel bit his lip as he hesitantly added, “I’m sorry. I don’t know if that makes things better or worse.”

“It’s okay,” Adrien sniffled. “It hurts, but…at least she wasn’t lying to me…ostensibly.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Gabriel offered.

Adrien shrugged weakly. “I don’t even know. I’m so tired. I don’t… Everything’s still a blur. It’s all running together.”

“Do you want to go to sleep?” Gabriel tried. “Do you need me to sit up with you?”

Adrien shook his head. “I don’t know what I want. It’s all… Dad, I think I lost her.”

Gabriel was tempted to tell his son not to give up, but he was afraid of giving Adrien false hope. “Why do you say that?”

“Because she doesn’t love me,” Adrien mumbled hollowly. “She didn’t promise me a relationship after she gets her thoughts and feelings straight. She told me not to wait for her, and it sounds like she’s not waiting for me. It’s like all the bonds that were keeping us together have been broken. And now she’s dating Luka, and she’s going to fall in love with him.”

Gabriel squeezed Adrien tighter. “I could…I’m not sure. There has to be something nefarious I could do to keep them apart with as much money as I have. I could bribe someone or have someone dig up something on his mother or—”

“—Dad?” Adrien sighed, pulling back to look up into Gabriel’s eyes. “Thanks, but don’t. Luka’s a good guy. He doesn’t deserve to have anything bad happen to him just because he stepped on some rich brat’s toes. I wish I could hate him and blame him for everything, but I can’t. I like him…and I want Marinette to be happy, even if I kind of hate her right now. If Luka takes care of her half as well as he took care of me, I’m glad that she has someone like that in her life. I’m just…kind of wrecked over the fact that it isn’t me.”

Gabriel deflated. “…That’s very mature of you.”

Adrien shrugged. “I’ve thrown enough jealous, petulant fits over the years that I’ve picked up on the fact that nothing good ever comes of them. I don’t know if resignation to misery is necessarily any better, but I’m too tired to fight this right now.”

Gabriel frowned sympathetically. “There’s nothing I can do to make this better, is there?”

Adrien shook his head, stepping back out of his father’s hold. “No. I think things are just going to suck for a long time…. I’m going to jump in the shower and head to bed. I’m probably not getting out of bed tomorrow. We’ll see about Monday, but I’m not optimistic. I’ll go to my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, though.”

“Shouldn’t we see if we can’t get you in sooner?” Gabriel wondered. “You seem fairly…lucid, I suppose, right now, but…this calm feels untenable.”

Adrien shook his head. “I need some time to process things before I can talk about them. I don’t really want to deal with people right now.” To accentuate his point, Adrien pulled out his phone and held it out to his father. “Could you take this? I turned it off because Nino’s kind of blowing it up. I don’t want to talk to him.”

Gabriel pocketed the phone. “Did Monsieur Lahiffe do something wrong in particular, or are you just avoiding people in general?”

“I don’t want to talk to anyone…but, yeah, I’m kind of upset with Nino. I’m trying not to be, but…he knew about Luka and didn’t tell me,” Adrien grumbled, kicking at the floor. “Apparently, they were trying to decide who was going to do it and how they wanted to do it, but…I mean, a best friend tells you stuff like that right away, right? I know he probably thought he was doing the right thing by waiting, but…” He shook his head. “I’ve decided that I’m mad at him. If he shows up here tomorrow, I’m not home. I’ll talk to him again on Wednesday. Maybe.”

“All right,” Gabriel easily agreed. “I’ll let the others know he’s blacklisted. Is there anything else?”

Adrien bit his lip and twisted his ring nervously around his finger. “I actually have a pretty big favor to ask.”

“Of course,” Gabriel assured. “What is it?”

Adrien slid the Miraculous off of his finger and held it out to his father. “I need you to hold onto this for me.”

Gabriel’s eyes went wide, and he took a step back, shaking his head.

Adrien took a step forward. “I’m not giving it to you. It’s still mine. I just need you to hold onto the physical vessel for now. I’m in pretty bad shape. I can feel my composure cracking, and I don’t see how I can avoid being akumatized this time. When that happens, I can’t be wearing the ring. I need you to keep Plagg safe for me. Please, Dad.” Fresh tears welled up and spilled down Adrien’s cheeks. “I would never be able to forgive myself if Papillon got his hands on Plagg. I need you to protect him until Ladybug can get here, okay?”

Gabriel pulled Adrien back into his chest and squeezed hard. He was too choked up himself to say a word. He held Adrien for a long time before pulling back and tentatively accepting the ring.

“Don’t worry about Plagg. I won’t let anything happen to him…to either of you,” Gabriel swore. “You just worry about yourself for now. Go to sleep, Adrien. Come and get me if you need anything during the night. Or send Plagg or use the landline in your room to call me. If you need anything at all, all right?”

Adrien nodded, clapping his father on the arm. “Thanks, Dad.” He turned and slowly trudged up the stairs. He paused at the top. “And thank you for letting me go to the party. Yeah, parts of it really sucked, but I had a lot of fun too. I was glad I got to go, so thanks for trusting me.”

Gabriel nodded, voice stuck in his throat. He wished the whole party had gone better. He watched Adrien disappear into his room and then looked down at the ring in his palm.

“Funny,” Gabriel whispered, slipping it onto his finger. “I worked so long and fought so hard for this. Now, I don’t want it.”

“Life is ironic,” Plagg snorted.

“You should go with Adrien,” Gabriel urged.

Plagg shook his head. “Give him a moment of privacy. I’ll go in there in a sec to make sure he doesn’t space out and accidentally drown in the shower, but, for now, let’s give him a few minutes alone.”

Gabriel sighed, looking up in concern at Adrien’s door. “…Anything else I should know about what happened tonight?”

“He told you the important parts. I was concerned he was going to leave out the bits with Luka because you’re a little squeamish when it comes to romance between two guys,” Plagg mumbled.

“Is that why you bullied him into talking about it?” Gabriel wondered.

Plagg nodded. “I doubt there will ever be a relationship for you to worry about, but the kid really is drawn to that Luka guy. Maybe not right now, but eventually the kid might try to get closer to him. They’d make good friends, and Luka might prove to be a role model or confidant. I think it would be good for the kid to have Luka in his life, so I wanted you to know that there were feelings involved so you didn’t do or say anything to mess that up.”

“You could have explained it to me yourself later. You didn’t have to make Adrien talk to me about it when he obviously didn’t want to,” Gabriel scolded.

Plagg shook his head slowly. “Adrien needed to know that he could talk to you about guys he’s attracted to. He needed to know that you really meant it when you said you’d love him anyway if he were interested in other men. He’s in the middle of a crisis, and he needed to know that you had his back no matter what, especially when he’d just been let down by his close friends. He needed that conversation, even if he didn’t want to have it.”

Gabriel reflected silently for a moment. “…Well played, Plagg.”

“I get it right sometimes.” Plagg shrugged. “You got it right today.”

“I tried,” Gabriel snorted self-depreciatingly. “I don’t know that I was much help, and I still feel like it’s too little too late, but…he seems to appreciate that I’m trying.”

“He does,” Plagg assured. “He’s like a puppy. He forgives easily, and any kind of affection at all makes him ecstatic. He’s not hard to love…and you’re doing a lot better. I’m proud of you, Gabriel.”

Gabriel sighed. “Thank you, Plagg…. Will you go check on him now?”

“On it. I’ll keep you posted,” Plagg informed, flying up and through the bedroom door.

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