#How do you get the president to listen? Why not threaten her daughter.
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Lover. Fighter. - A Concept
Everybody says there's two kinds of hearts
Where one loves and one goes to war
I know, it's not easy or that simplified, no
But you and I are on each others side
I know, it's not easy or that simplified, no
But don't you know that I'd lay down my life
I will be your Lover. Fighter. Harder. Higher.
Lover. Fighter.
I wanna fight for Lover. Fighter. Under fire
Lover. Fighter.
I wanna fight for love
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Word Count: 1879
Concept: After being released into the world on the anniversary of Markus’ Hart Plaza march, the RK900 model is sent to Detroit PD. Said to be deviant proof, many want to test that theory... But there are more pressing matters, threats to lives in D.C. due to the ever increasing number of protests lead Nines to his first real test. And she doesn’t like him much, either...
Warnings: Mentions of violence and death threats.
A/N: This is only a prologue to the above ‘concept’ I have some more info for you in the tags though! 😊 Had to post this for the anniversary! It’s been in my drafts since May 9th 2022... 😅
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In the just over 18 months since Markus’ march on Hart Plaza, plenty had already changed in the world. That was just in the immediate circle of the movement and their allies within Detroit Police Department. Connor hadn’t given up his role as a detective, and nowadays he had almost as many rights as his human counterparts – give or take a few, Markus and co. were in Washington D.C. seemingly every other weekend negotiating something or other.
Cyberlife had turned into something more of an android repair shop and upgrade centre. Those who chose to remain with their human families certainly needed such things – and those who didn’t could still drop by. Even with Jericho also open to welcome and service all commers. And – like it or not – certain androids still needed to return to Cyberlife for such tuning. Connor being a prime example – though these days he hardly ever went unaccompanied. And, Kamski was more or less back in the driver’s seat, so… it was unlikely anything untoward was going down.
With one notable exception. Nines.
The RK-900 model was released exactly a year after Markus’ revolution – that was no coincidence. Cyberlife had been working on an android that was impossible to turn Deviant for a long while. They weren’t just going to lock him away.
No, instead Nines (as he was now affectionately dubbed) was shipped out to the central precinct of the DPD to be the very last machine. Even if he was the first of his kind. The most advanced model cyberlife had ever created – and at least as far as the foreseeable future was concerned, the last model to ever be released.
He may not have been a prototype – but he was damn near as cold and efficient as Cyberlife had wanted Connor to be. And also eerily looked like him, which had caused many to steer clear for Nines’ first few months on the job.
Though, considering for some insane reason he’d been paired up with Gavin Reed, it was fairly understandable why anyone would want to steer clear. Try as Gavin might to protest it, no one budged and try as he might to insult his partner into giving up, Nines was unflappable. But, had a sense of sarcasm where it was never quite easy to tell if he was joking or just plain being mean. (When he was talking to Gavin it was nearly always the latter).
Markus and Connor – what with the power they had to deviate android models as prototypes - had always talked of doing something about it. Regarding testing if Cyberlife’s “incorruptible” android really was all that. But Ilyana – Jericho’s sole Human ‘member’, for relation purposes – was always adamant that if Nines were to turn, it would have to be on his own terms; his own realisation, just as it had been for them.
She had been the one to first call him “Nines” instead of his model number, and he’d duly adopted it. If he could show any form of affection and emotion, it was usually to her. Which is how this sudden change in plans had really come about.
Paige Carlin, CSI, was one of the people who had taken a long while to warm to the new presence in the precinct. She liked androids well enough, but… considering her situationship with Connor it was never going to be easy getting used to someone who looked almost identical. As she stepped into the office this morning however, having just about got used to his presence, she found Nines standing at his desk with a box – packing.
She raised an eyebrow, stuffing her hands into her pockets. This was unexpected, and sudden, he’d not said anything about moving.
Glancing to Connor and Hank, she found herself none the wiser, they were both working at their desks seemingly unbothered (though, Connor would probably like being the only android in Central again.)
She approached Nines slowly, not to seem nosy but only appropriately curious.
“Where are you off to!?”
He looked up, gave a slight nod to acknowledge her – his version of Good Morning she supposed, and then went right back to packing. “I’ve been reassigned.”
Paige almost couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in shock, “T- To a new precinct?! Where are you going? We’ve only just got used to you being here and integrated, and they’re making you leave?! That doesn’t seem fair!” Although, she could assume with almost 99% positivity that Gavin probably had something to do with it – despise Androids as he still did. Paige had issues of her own with Nines’ partner. Ex-Partner. Even though the android seemed pretty unbothered by this change of plans, Paige couldn’t help but glare into Gavin’s back.
“We’re all gonna miss you! Especially Gavin but I’m sure he’ll get over it - after 2 weeks of uncontrollable crying.”
She was impressed with herself, less than five minutes in the office and already able to get digs in at her least favourite co-worker? Must have been a new record. The man in question turned around and shot her a look. Needless to say, she wasn’t his favourite person either.
This time Nines stood still, giving her his full attention, to address her question properly. Which she appreciated, even though his blue eyes were still unnerving. Did CyberLife really have to make them THAT blue!?
She thanked God sometimes that he at least didn’t have the same voice they’d given Connor. There was the same kind of tone, same rhythm, but it was a little deeper – and he pronounced words and letters ‘properly’- The ‘t’s and ‘g’s, in particular, were never dropped.
“I’m going to D.C.”
Paige stalled for a second - well, she hadn’t been expecting that. “Washington!? Wow. What!?”
Nines nodded, looked like he was about to hesitate telling her something and then decided to say it anyway, “More specifically, the White House.”
“The- the White House!?” She spluttered, eyes wide, before collecting herself. Actually, that seemed very logical. “Well, yeah, I… I guess with all you can do that makes sense! Security?”
He blinked once, straightening to his towering full height; “In a way.”
That was Nines’ way of politely asking her to drop the questions before he started telling her everything was classified. Paige merely nodded, understanding. “I guess they… didn’t really build you for…” She waved her hands at the station floor, “this! A lot of wasted potential in your design just being here!” That was true. Connor had been built for police work, for all intents and purposes, Nines had been built for war.
Speaking of her favourite android, from the other side of the precinct Connor couldn’t help but look up, a little hurt.
Paige didn’t even need to see him to know this had occurred and pointed back at him, “I knew you were gonna take offence to that!”
Connor looked from her to Nines and back, head tilted, “I didn’t even say anything!”
She looked back at him with a wink, “Babe, I know you!” Before turning back to Nines with a smile, “Congrats boy, you’re going places! You’ll have to remember your friends back in DPD central precinct when you’re up in the lofty heights of DC political society!”
What ghost of a smile emote she presumed CyberLife had coded him with for ‘happiness’, Nines gave her in return, “I’m sure I’ll be back visiting – it’s not like Detroit isn’t a political centre itself these days.” The ‘what with’ was left unsaid, but in unison they both managed:
“Markus.”
Before Paige nodded again, “Makes sense! You’ll have to let us know every time you’re in town! Does Ilyana know, she’ll be upset for sure!”
Nines – as Paige predicted – managed to make his smile a little more genuine at the mention of said woman. It almost reached his eyes. “Yes. I was discussing things with her recently, in fact she is where this comes from.”
Paige’s eyebrows raised again, this time she leaned forward onto his desk, “From Il- no, I changed my mind I shouldn’t be concerned if she’s upset! I should be blaming her!” She took a breath, and chuckled, “I’m kidding, this will be great for you! I hope you enjoy it!”
If he even knew what that meant. Still, Nines responded as expected. “I’ll do my best.”
There were a few seconds silence that followed, but the intent stare that Paige was giving him told Nines all he needed to know. Exactly what she was asking when she wasn’t even asking it. Nines could read her like a book.
“I can’t tell you what I’m doing there, Ms. Carlin - it’s classified!”
There was the word she expected, but it disappointed her all the same. Couldn’t he make an exception for the group of people here he might be able to call friends? Ilyana would probably know – but getting anything out of her would be just as hard, Paige would reckon.
Connor quirked an eyebrow, still listening into the conversation. Eyes flicking to his computer. Classified? Yeah right - he could have that file cracked in two seconds and Nines probably knew it. Paige would likely know the information she was after before he even got the chance to leave the building.
Still, as far as Nines was concerned it would remain classified if he hadn’t told her.
Truth was it wasn’t just any normal type of security Nines would be heading to the White House for – and it wasn’t really government work either.
With Androids gaining their own rights there were obviously a lot of people who, having previously had problems with Androids when they were viewed as ‘machines’, had even more problems with them now. Anti-Android protests and groups sparked up across the country and whenever they were on the news, they were a great point of contention. Usually this was the point that Nines would hear Hank and Paige swear most and turn off the news so as not to get so mad they’d put their fists through the screen.
On the other side of things there were the pro-android groups; those supporting the android movement, who felt like the government weren’t doing enough, even when they were working in collaboration with Markus.
Mostly the protesting was non-violent but, that didn’t mean they all were. And, during all of this the president had received a number of death threats. Warren wasn’t so concerned about herself – she had the best of the best in the secret service guarding her.
What she was worried about was the number of credible threats against her daughter’s life. In the hope that they could sway her decisions one way or another. Having offhandedly mentioned this to Ilyana one day on a visit, Markus’ young, quick thinking, human relations partner had the perfect solution. The most advanced model CyberLife had ever created? Virtually indestructible? Not a deviant? (In fact, Nines was programmed to patch any potential source of deviancy – hence unconvertable.). Paige was right, his talents fit him in the DPD fine, but they were wasted.
A few weeks and negotiations later Nines found himself assigned to be the personal bodyguard to one Ms. Rie Warren.
And he believed he was looking forward to it.
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Thank you for reading! Happy Anniversary DBH! 💙
#Nines 💙#Not a real concept... more the prologue of it...#The concept is as follows: She's President Warren's daughter and like her Mom she's a social media influencer / vlogger type#And cuz of everything kicking off with Markus' stunts in Detroit tensions are high between pro and anti android groups alike#How do you get the president to listen? Why not threaten her daughter.#Soooo CyberLife goes ahead and sends its RK900 to protect her.#Because imagine the most advanced piece of technology in the world having to look after a <25yo influencer who does NOT want him around#That'll go down well with everyone involved!!!#The vibes will be like... the stoic one is soft for one person only // dislike to lovers (don't really think it's enemies but... whatever.)#and also a Bodyguard AU because I do what I want.#No I'm not doing this with Markus and Connor that's... too complicated.#[But they are all interconnected because whhhhy not!]#I know y'all aren't listening but on the off chance you arreeeee... lemmie know ya thoughts on the play list!#RK900#Detroit Become Human
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I need some high end Winchester approved demon repellent Salt for Class/Parents that end in death/jail 😂
My mental health is okay 👍 I just want ANGSTY DEAD DEMON REPELLENT SEASALT FICS
Please 🥺
Oh I may have some more ideas in the works 👀
I will tell you about this high salt one to keep you salted and hopefully quench that thirst.
Marinette is getting tired of how things are going in school and how things are starting to get at home. Her parents are getting on her for causing problems at school because they are "very busy with the shop" and they are pressuring her more and more to be the "perfect daughter you were before." She's just straight up exhausted. She's tired of having to be the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect friend.
Her aunt, Sabine's sister Bridgette, and her new husband, Felix move to Paris and when they invite Marinette over to their new house (they invited the Tom and Sabine but apparently they were too busy preparing for an upcoming catering gig and just couldn't spare any time but they would take a rain check.) Marinette certainly wasn't expecting her aunt to be living in a mansion!
Bridgette and Felix are rich, but both worked for their fortune and stability. During the tour and the dinner that followed Marinette finally broke down and told her aunt and her new uncle everything that was going on. She didn't mean to but when Uncle Felix asked how she liked school and how being the Class President was, she just snapped. She told them how she felt pressured by her parents but at the same time felt neglected, she told them the whole Lila situation had just gotten worse and how she was basically forced to remain as the Class President by her teacher and peers. She told them that she was cracking and she felt like there was no way to stop it.
Both are shocked and feel heartbroken at the speed their niece broke down and brought herself together again because of Hawkmoth which was a whole other can of worms they had questions about. Bridgette is mad at her sister for not listening to her daughter and just caring about her image and her and her husband's shop. And Felix is pissed that the school continued to do nothing.
"I didn't have perfect attendance last week and Maman and Papa threatened to take the door to my room, but when I tried to explain why my attendance wasn't the best they didn't listen! They sent me up to room without dinner!" Marinette cried and Bridgette saw red. One thing Bridgette and Sabine's mama had always taught them, was to never be stingy when it came to food.
Felix couldn't believe they would threaten to take their teenage daughter's door away, her privacy!
They ask her what she wants, not what others want or what she thinks is realistic, what she wants. And she tells them she had been wanting to transfer schools since her past few attempts to change classes never went through or well with her teacher and her parents, because what she wanted was "too much trouble" and why couldn't she "be the bigger person."
She tells them, in all honesty, that she had thought about running away at times because she didn't think her parents wanted her unless she was perfect. Bridgette had looked at Felix when her niece said that and she knew he understood the look in her eye that they would do anything to make sure Marinette didn't run away.
She tells them she just wanted a break from her responsibilities, from having to always be the bigger person, the idol, the hero. After that she falls asleep and Bridgette wasted no time taking her to a guest room and tucking her in.
Her and Felix are discussing everything they heard and they decide they want to become Marinette’s legal guardians. It would be a bumpy road but no kid deserved to feel like they had the weight of the world on their shoulders. It's while they're doing this that an akuma attacks and both are surprised when this floating red thing comes down with earrings and explains that their niece, their TEENAGE niece is the hero of Paris. But the thing looks so heartbroken when she says Marinette needs help that Bridgette doesn't even hesitate to take the earrings.
That night a new Ladybug was seen.
After that night things get set in motion. Bridgette and Felix talk to Marinette about her being Ladybug and everything else and that they want to help her. She almost breaks down again.
It starts small, with Marinette moving things she has bought with her own money to her aunt and uncle's house. Her parents don't even notice.
Then Bridgette and Felix help her transfer schools. When she needed her parents signatures on some documents she recorded them signing the papers, she also recorded them complaining how she was bothering them.
She transfers schools without her parents noticing and with her class thinking she's sick or just ditching.
She's almost fully moved in with her aunt and uncle when Bridgette has to do something that hurts but needs to be done. She starts getting things in order so her and Felix can adopt Marinette.
When Marinette is too tired or they feel like she needs a break, Bridgette assumes the role of Ladybug.
It's only after Mlle Bustier calls Sabine to ask if Marinette is sick that Sabine and Tom notice she hasn't been home for a maybe at least a week. When they go up to her room they see things are missing. It's when Sabine calls her sister to find her "reckless irresponsible daughter" that Bridgette tells them that her and Felix want to adopt Marinette and that they all need to come together and talk.
Sabine and Tom are baffled. They go for dinner at Bridgette's place, Marinette isn't there, Bridgette and Felix told her she should go out with her new friends. Who would have guessed she transferred to Luka's school?
Tom and Sabine react badly to Bridgette and Felix going behind their backs and helping Marinette "run from her problems." But Bridgette and Felix do not take it and they tell them they are helping Marinette get out of unhealthy environments. They talk about adopting Marinette and that it would just take Sabine and Tom signing the papers but both aren't having it.
Felix said they were more than prepared to take them to court if that's what they wanted. But he hints that is something they definitely don't want.
They don't listen. They get outted in court as being neglectful, and not paying their daughter for all the work she did in their shop, and other things they did not expect. Especially since they told Nadja about the case and gave her permission to report about it since they are well known people in Paris. Public opinions of them takes a dive. Bridgette and Felix become Marinette’s new legal guardians.
The class get mad that Marinette abandoned them and when they see her out with her new friends they become livid. It was an accident but they do end up injuring Marinette which gets a lot of them in big trouble. They also end up being sued by the cafe they decided to confront Marinette in due to vandalism that happened in the accident.
Adrien keeps trying to get Marinette to talk to him, any version of him, and basically starts to stalk her to the point Bridgette and Felix ask her if she wants a restraining order against him because they have caught him on their security camera following Marinette home, standing outside their gates waiting for her, they also see Chat Noir doing this too.
Gabriel is pissed and tries to persuade them not to do it as it would ruin his and his son's image but they aren't budging.
Adrien does get the ring taken away.
He also gets a restraining order against him! :D
Bridgette and Felix decided to take legal action against Marinette's former school due to their treatment of her and the way they handle bullies and akumas.
M Damocles and Mlle Bustier face legal charges.
As does on Lila Rossi who's actions come to light but she does not go down without a fight and ends up revealing she was working with HM. She does go to jail for working with a terrorist and other charges.
Nathalie dies due to all the stress going on and because of her use of the Peacock Miraculous. She "disappears" which launches an investigation on Gabriel himself.
More stuff happens but this is getting very long XD working title of this is "Little Ladybird Fly Home"
#ml salt fic#ml class salt#tom and sabine salt#adrien agreste salt#lila rossi salt#goggles answers#goggles answer#goggles ask
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Omg can I please get a hannibal x a shy girl reader ? Like he’s really possessive of her and she doesn’t know how to handle it but she likes him so they date??
Sorry this took so long, anon. I’ve been bouncing ideas around and this one in particular, I believe, fits your request. Y/n feels out of place among Hannibal’s fancy friends and it becomes even more obvious when he abandons her at a party.
Trigger warnings: social anxiety, sexual harassment, overstimulation
You and Hannibal had an agreement about large gatherings. He could only bring you to a party if you had a week's notice and at least three uninterrupted hours of gaming time prior to the event.
For this event, you needed a solid six.
One of the major Maryland universities was awarding a lucrative research grant to a student of clinical psychology, and every influential name in the industry was expected to be there. As a recent college grad with a bachelor's in business you didn't know what to do with, you couldn't imagine a less welcoming environment if you tried. You couldn't fit into their world and more importantly, you didn't want to. But the thought of being noticeably different in any situation was twice as terrifying. So you spent the whole week repeating your mantra; blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.
But Hannibal had different plans for you.
Halfway through the week, just when you'd pushed the party out of your mind, Hannibal presented you with a gift.
"What's the occasion?" You asked. You hoped that if you pretended not to know, it would just magically go away.
"I brought you something to wear on Friday." Hannibal answered, hanging the garment bag up on the bureau. "You know I'll take any excuse to dress you up."
He unzipped the bag and placed a black silk dress into your arms. "Try it on so I have time to get it altered if it needs it."
The material was cool to the touch and outlined your figure so perfectly, you felt even a little naked. Hannibal, of course, loved this. You were his own personal Venus de Milo. His goddess and his muse.
“Yes, that will do nicely.” He observed, looking at you hungrily.
“Seems a little short for a such a sophisticated event, doesn’t it?” You raised an eyebrow. The answer was yes and he knew it. He was very deliberate in everything he did. “I don’t want to come off the wrong way.”
“And what way would that be, darling?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your figure.
“I mean--” You searched for the right words. “It’s a gathering of the Mid-Atlantic’s most esteemed academics, I feel like, in a dress like this, I might be seen as, well, a...”
“A prostitute?” Hannibal finished, choosing a much nicer word than you would have.
You looked down. “Yeah. It just doesn’t seem all that appropriate.”
Hannibal approached you and lifted your chin slightly to look into his eyes. “Many Christian denominations believe that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, yet she was Christ’s right-hand woman. She was first to see him crucified and first to witness his resurrection.”
“Dr. Lecter,” You smirked. “I never would have taken you for a religious man.”
“Goodness, no.” He shook his head. “But any reputable academic is expected to be familiar with biblical literature and its many contradictions and impossibilities.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You are my divine feminine, Miss [L/N].” Hannibal said in a low whisper. “And I want everyone to see it. If they see a common whore, it would only be a reflection of their own jealousy.”
Hannibal's rationalization almost made you forget about your fear of being noticed. Almost. It all came rushing back when you arrived at the event. Not one person your age was in attendance. The women wore long, flowing evening gowns that reached the floor. The length of your skirt alone guaranteed that all eyes were on you. In a simple black silk dress, you looked the very model of high society. Silk was a sign of luxury, and Hannibal wanted everyone to know that you were a woman of means. His woman, to be precise. That was why he brought you to these functions in the first place. To put you in a dress short enough for any wandering eyes so see the smattering of love bites running up your inner thighs. He wanted everyone in his field to know that you were completely and entirely his.
You realized too late that this was all his little exercise in showing you off.
Everyone seemed to know him. He only knew a handful of people by name, and you didn't know anyone.
"And who is this delightful young woman?" A woman with a light southern twang in her voice asked, looking at you as if you were a caged animal on display.
"I wasn't aware you had a daughter, Dr. Lecter." The young man beside her laughed. "Or is she your side piece?"
Your eyes scanned the room for the nearest exit. It would be unbecoming to make a scene, so you plotted a way to slip out quietly.
“Darling, meet Dr. Charlotte Ramset and her TA, David.” Hannibal introduced, notably ignoring the young man. “Dr. Ramset, this is my intended, [F/N] [L/N].”
"I didn't realize she was also a ventriloquist!" The lady, presumably Dr. Ramset, joked. You'd heard that one a million times. She looked at you. "Tell me about yourself, sweetie. What are you studying?"
The lady was old enough to be your grandmother and reeked of too much perfume.
"I graduated last year." You said, quietly. "With a BA in business."
"See, there's a good woman." David added. "Only speaks when spoken to. They don't make ’em like you anymore, baby."
Hannibal tightened his grip on your hand. "On the contrary, David. See, Miss [L/N] is quite a bit like myself. She only dignifies those she deems worthy with a response. There's nothing wrong with being selective."
The lady laughed at David's expense and smiled at you. "Good for you."
You smiled back just a little, not ready to bring your guard down yet. "I've had to deal with more than enough. It's best not to engage."
"Oh, I know, I know." The lady said, shaking her head. "That's how it is for us educated gals. Always having to put up with pigs. See, I went to college in the sixties, so I can tell you some real stories."
This was a new experience. Talking to Hannibal's friends and having them listen to you was something you never considered possible. Now, you were one of the educated gals. You were just about to strike up a conversation with this woman, when the man next to her decided someone desperately needed to play devil’s advocate.
“I find that sexist, actually.” He cut in. “Not all men are pigs.”
The silence following his comment was deafening and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Whatever progress Hannibal and Dr. Ramset made breaking down your defenses was completely reversed and you were ready to retreat.
Dr. Ramset took a long sip of wine and adjusted her shawl. “David, none of us said anything about men, you drew that conclusion yourself.”
“I mean, look at you.” David gestured to your dress. You knew exactly where this was going and you wished you could just disappear. “You’re basically asking for it.”
Dr. Ramset glared at him. “David, that’s enough.”
“I’m just stating facts.” David crossed his arms. “If you dress like a slut, what do you expect?”
Dr. Ramset and Hannibal seemed to have an entire conversation through prolonged eye contact before one of them broke the silence.
"Charlotte, I hate to have to excuse myself so soon, but the president of the university is expecting me." Hannibal said, dropping your hand. Your heart hit the floor when you realized that he would be throwing you to the wolves.
"Of course, Dr. Lecter." She nodded. "Duty calls."
"I trust you'll keep an eye on my beloved [F/N] in my absence?" His voice hardened. The severity in his tone frightened you.
Dr. Ramset didn't seem disturbed or even surprised in the slightest by his gently threatening demand. "Of course."
"Thank you. And [F/N]?" He said, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. "I won't be going far. Please, try to have fun."
You tried not to look affronted, but you were going to have a long talk with Hannibal when you got home.
"I'm just saying what everyone is thinking." David continued, his inability to take a hint positively astounding. "Why don't you respect yourself enough to cover up, [F/N]? You have a boyfriend!"
Your eyes scrolled across the room looking for any sign of Hannibal, but he was gone. Dr. Ramset finished her wine and stared at her TA with the resigned disgust of a death row jailer.
"Any other thoughts?" She said, snatching a fresh glass of wine. You looked at her with a clear expression of discomfort.
"Come on, do you see any other woman in the room dressed so provocatively?" David's voice broke mid-sentence. "No. Because they're educated enough to know that real men don't care about their bodies."
The hotel clerk approached the group. "Mr. Hosmer, there's a call for you."
David narrowed his eyes. "Uh, what?"
"Someone is on the phone asking for you." The clerk repeated. "Says it's an emergency."
David shrugged. "Fine."
Just when you thought you would be rid of him, at least for a moment, he planted his hands on your hips in attempt to "get by" you. His touch was like that of an insect crawling across your skin; unexpected, filthy and leaving you squeamish.
"I'm so sorry about that." Dr. Ramset's words echoed in your ears, but you didn't really hear them. You were too focused on grounding yourself to process what she was saying.
“Dr. Ramset?” You said, quietly. “Which one is the president of the university?”
She glanced at a tall woman in a dark blue suit, surrounded by equally important looking businesspeople. You followed her eyes. “That’s Dr. Mary Hosmer.”
Your ounce of righteous fury was squelched in two seconds when the reality of having to talk to someone, especially someone of stature, set in. You looked sheepishly back at Dr. Ramset.
“Could you please ask her where Hannibal went?” You whispered. “I’d really like him to take me home now.”
Her face turned sympathetic. “Of course, [F/N]. Stay right there.”
You nodded. “Thank you.”
Dr. Ramset crossed the floor and politely greeted the president. You took a few slow, calculated steps closer, just to get in earshot.
“Pardon me, but, have you seen Dr. Hannibal Lecter?” Dr. Ramset said, casually.
“I wasn’t aware Hannibal had even arrived yet.” The president answered. “I haven’t seen him.”
Your eyes widened. You fought the urge to freeze, but you had to move back before Dr. Ramset knew you’d been eavesdropping. You heard everything you needed and rushed back to where she’d left you.
“Dr. Hosmer said he stepped out.” She told you upon her return. “He should be back soon.”
You tried not to show that you knew she was lying. “...oh.”
“Would you like me to stay with you until he comes back?”
You knew you were completely on your own. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had an inkling that it had to do with the president and David sharing a last name. All you knew for certain was that you couldn’t trust anybody.
“Don’t bother.” You shook your head. You took off for the door, but Dr. Ramset grabbed your wrist.
“I’m sorry, [F/N].” Her voice dropped to a low whisper. She didn’t look mad, but afraid. “But Dr. Lecter told me to stay with you. Please. Don’t make this harder for me.”
You recalled how seriously threatening Hannibal’s request was. She wasn’t answering to the president of the university. She was answering to Hannibal. You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved.
“Right.” You conceded, stepping back in. “I’m sorry.”
The actual award ceremony was much longer than it needed to be, and it dragged on even longer knowing there was no reason for you to be there. Other than that, you awkwardly followed Dr. Ramset around the party like a lost puppy the whole time. You were back to your original plan: blend in, be quiet and make it through the night.
Just when you thought the party would never end, someone tapped you on the arm. You turned around, hoping with every fiber of your being that it was Hannibal, but it wasn’t. A tall woman in a dark blue suit stared back at you.
“I’m sorry to bother you, miss.” She said, apologetically. “But have you seen my son? I saw him talking to you and Dr. Charlotte earlier, perhaps he told you where he was going?”
You’d pushed that man completely out of your mind. You shook your head. “He left to take a phone call and I haven’t seen him since.”
A hand found your shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Hosmer, but I believe I saw the boy on his phone out in the lobby.”
“Dr. Lecter!” The president’s eyes widened. “How nice of you to finally join us.”
“...Yes, I believe he left right after making unwarranted comments towards my intended here.” Hannibal ran his hand down your arm lovingly.
“Well, boys will be boys.” The president chuckled. “Maybe you should teach your girlfriend not to wear such revealing clothes.”
Hannibal smiled and pulled you in protectively. “Whatever the case, I hope you find him very soon.”
Her phone chimed in her back pocket. “Oh, that’s him right now.”
“Wonderful.” Hannibal said. “[F/N] and I will be taking our leave.”
He hurried you towards the door, his hand tight around yours. A blood-curdling scream came from behind you. You looked back for just a moment and found the president hollering in pain and falling to her knees.
“Let’s go, darling.” Hannibal tugged at your arm. “They don’t deserve your presence.”
“Hannibal, I swear.” You said, once you were in the safety of the car. “If you killed every man who looked at me like a piece of meat, sooner or later, there won’t be any men left.”
Hannibal smirked and reached for his seatbelt. “Wonderful.”
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A Failed Betrothal /Betrothal AU: Take Two
So here is the second part of the betrothal AU that I decided to name "A Failed Betrothal. This takes place before Part 1 which in hindsight should have been done first. Part 2 got too long so I cut it and started Part 3. I have no idea and nothing planned on how long this will go. Hope you enjoy ❤.
[Masterlist]
(Part 1)
PART 2
Marinette also wasn't having a good day or a good week.
Lila Rossi had been up to her usual tricks. You know, spewing lies from her mouth. How she met these awesome celebrities during this trip and they worship the ground she walks on for her amazing and humbling help. There were stories of these charities, trips and galas that she had been to or was invited to. She has problems with her wrists and can't do simple stuff like carry her own bag or do her homework. She has tinnitus in her ears so she needs to sit in the front where the only seat available would be next to Adrien.
And for the finale.
The desert after feeding the class a banquet of lies.
"Mari...nette..has been bullying me, she...told..me not to tell anyone..*sobs*..that she would kill me if I did.."
Lila dramatically gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Turning on the waterworks for a more dramatic effect. They all ate it up, jumping on the ‘let’s hate Marinette, a bad person’ train.
"She is going to kill me now and I am so scared." That snake managed to snuck an evil smirk past her glaring, oblivious classmates.
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Marinette, at this point of her life, had frankly given up caring for them due to the class's lack of brain cells and Agreste's spineless 'High Road' Approach.
For Kwami's sake, she went through a brutal torture that was training in some jungle temple in Asia before Sabine Cheng, former mercenary/assassin, kidnapped her (Little Marinette took a risk. She ran away and followed her around until Sabine begrudgingly accepted that she was now the 6- year-old girl's mother because screw it, Tom said he wanted children.) to raise/train as her own while she settled down with a baker whose mother may or may not have ties with the Mafia and other illegal activities.
(Mother-daughter bonding days became much more fun once she had Guardianship of the Miraculous. Sabine was ,at first, furious at Master Fu for dumping everything on the girl and losing his memories before swearing to help protect the jewels. Adopted or not, Marinette is her daughter and no one should let a child, even one with training, fight a war. A good thing to come out of her reveal was that her mother was a great tiger to have as back-up. But now, her training regime had become harder and challenging.)
The point was that Lila Rossi would be dead and body missing since that first time she threatened Marinette in the bathroom. The Italian was in perfect health despite what she claims otherwise, because Marinette didn’t want to be the person she was raised to be and also she didn’t want to disappoint Tikki, she was fond of the little red kwami. But sometimes, she just wanted to give into the urge to kill.
She had met and dealt with unsavory characters of all types and she can safely say that Lila Rossi was a manipulator that thrives on attention and like a parasite, latches herself onto the fame of others. None of the unsavory people she had met get under her skin like Rossi had.
Marinette had enough self-preservation to drop the nice girl act and sometimes let the dragon underneath to surface. She stopped doing last-minute favors and giving away free stuff which Lila uses to her full advantage to further destroy her relationships with her ‘friends’. It was better than sticking her neck out for classmates that were no longer worth her time. Attempts to expose Lila had backfired due to the denial they are in, believing the liar to be a sweet, nice girl living the high life.
Adrien with his rose-tinted glasses firmly stuck to his eyes was not happy at all with her decision. That may also have to do where she suggested he shove his advice after he tried to reason her to take the high road for defending herself for the umpteenth time. She felt like the biggest idiot to ever have a crush on him. Every time, Rossi blames Marinette for a problem, he would shoot disappointed looks in her direction.
Alya being Lila's biggest guard dog tore into Marinette for her newfound 'bad' behaviour. The rest of Lila's supporters backed her up with "How could you do that to Lila","I can't believe you changed." Nearly all her so-call friends had turned their backs and lost all common sense to the Italian's manipulations.
(Alya was supposed to be her best friend, aren’t you supposed to listen to your ‘bestie’ over a complete stranger)
The designer took it all with a bored expression on her face, used to the lecturing which was a waste of time because her behavior isn't going to change, no matter what, Lie-la will keep up the act of being the bully's (*cough*Marinette*cough*) victim.
Her heart that cracks the tiniest bit at the accusations. A small part of her, she admits, is hurt that they think so low of her.Was she really that worthless to them? All those times and efforts helping them out on last-minute favors and giving them free treats. Were they not enough to earn their friendship? Their trust or at the very least, a benefit of doubt?
The only ones who didn’t join the berating to 'correct' the raven-haired girl’s attitude were Chloe (who had proven herself to have changed after the miracle queen incident and Lila stole the spotlight and Sabrina. There were a lot of apologizes, gifts and ‘making up to do’) Alix (she came to her senses when the supposed bullying started) and Nathaniel (Lila blatantly claimed to be the artist for the Ladybug comic to his face).
“Girl, Marinette, are you even listening to me?”Alya demanded.
“Maybe. Did you say anything that doesn’t have to do with Lila or how I did her wrong or how I am no longer the person you knew?”
Marinette knew that being sarcastic would backfire but nothing she does or says will change what they think of her. One word from Lila and they will turn back on her. As much as she hates to admit it, Lila’s threat has fallen through and she was alone. Mostly.
She still had Chloe, Nathaniel, Alix, Luka and Kagami as friends. The trust-worthy and loyal kind.
“Girl,” Alya says in a disappointed tone, shaking her head,“when I look at you, I don’t see that girl who stood up to Chloe the bully-”, Chloe snorted, she had changed but they were too blind and prejudiced against her to notice her efforts, “-Picking on Lila, threatening and harassing her. This isn’t you and you know it. Just get over your jealousy on Lila being close to Adrien and apologize to her.”
If Alya had talked to her in the past 12 months other than demanding things that took away her time or anything relating to Lila, she would know that her infatuation had turned into annoyance.
Marinette sighed, too tired of this routine, tired of trying to knock heads so the brain cells can work again. Apologizing would mean that Lila had won. She was petty and stubborn enough to allow that to happen. Lila said she will take the class and Adrien. Fine, she can have them but Marinette Dupain-Cheng will not admit defeat. Bigger men had fallen to the ravenette for lesser offences. A year has passed since the expulsion and the class still hasn't regained common senses, so they can deal with the consequences after the inevitable downfall of Lila and Marinette will be there to see them lay in the grave they dug.
Steeling herself for the pain that will come with the execution of her plan,
“What if I don’t. I won’t apologize to her because I have not done anything to her or even interacted with her. If I apologize, it would be insincere and a lie. And I hate liars.” The former assassin said evenly.
“Lila is not a liar. I don’t know why you are like this.” Alya said, frustrated.
Marinette knew there would be a small chance of an akuma with Gabriel Agreste having an important meeting to attend on this day that would last for the next hour. This was the small window of opportunity to start the plan and also further confirm the identity of Hawkmoth. Killing two birds with one stone.
“Alya, this has always been me, you just never took the time to get to really know the real me.”, she replied, the last part with an icy tone.
“Well-... I- ..You-, fine, then if you can’t say those simple three words, we can’t be friends. I clearly don’t know what a selfish bitch you are. God, I can’t believe I wanted to be best friends with you. You are now replaced by Lila because unlike you, she is genuinely nice and selfless.” Alya declared. The rest of Lila’s supporters murmured in agreement.
Phase 1, complete. Lure the Lie-la into a false sense of security by making her think she won.
Marinette tried not to show how hurt she was, to be replaced by the scheming bitch. But at the same time she felt relieved, she no longer had to walk on eggshells in fear of losing the friendships of people she used to care about. It felt final as she maintained her stoic expression, hoping they didn't notice the glassy sheen her eyes had.
“Then, it is official. We are no longer friends.”
They haven’t been friends for a long time.
Mme. Bustier finally walked into the classroom to start the afternoon classes, signalling the end of the conversation. After class, Marinette resolves to inform them that she was resigning as class president which she was sure the class will be glad for. She was right.
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Ladybug was, as the Americans say, pissed at Hawkmoth which was nothing new. He had sent out another akuma just as Marinette was back home and trying to relax after the stressful day. The akuma was not any of her ex-friends which she wasn’t sure to be thankful for or not.
Louise Martin was a boy about Luka’s age and mad at his friends who had blamed their fifth loss-in-a-row on him despite the fact that it was his skills that were getting them any progress. They were playing one of those recently released 5V5 skills and strategy battle games. (League of Legends or Mobile Legends. Take your pick, I am going with the latter)
He was akumatized into Hayakuma as proof of Hawkmoth’s lack of creativity. Hayakuma was a bleached out version of Louise’s chosen hero avatar, Hayabusa whose outfit was basically what the media portrays ninjas to look like with some samurai aspects.
Unfortunately, he also had the hero’s ultimate special powers which were making four shadow copies of himself and being able to switch positions with them. Thanks to Rattlesnake’s Second Chance, they know that he can only make a switch once every two minute. Hayakuma also wields a sword, showing off his skills.
Just lovely.
Hydra and Ladybug were the only ones able to counter his attacks with Hydra’s sword and Ladybug’s summoned one. (Let’s go with that headcanon(?)/trope that she can summon weapons for plot convenience and the others can too but just don’t have enough practise yet.)
The others managed to dodge and shield themselves from Hayakuma’s really sharp sword.
The shadows themselves were annoying as they would distract or hinder the miraculous users by grabbing them by their shadows and making them unable to move. Until Bunnix had the brilliant idea of shadow boxing which gave the heroes gain more even ground.
With how strong and handful the akuma was, it was code ‘all hands on deck’. Ladybug, Stinger, Rattlesnake, Hydra, Bunnix, Trickster. Well, nearly every hand. Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ was busy with the bakery. Chat Noir was nowhere to be seen or very late which had been the norm for the last year ever since Ladybug wanted to form a new miraculous team consisting of permanent heroes.
(He didn’t show up for the first few months because the first permanent member was Ladybug’s mother who did not like his attitude towards her daughter. He ran away with his tail between his legs once he found out how she was related to Ladybug. His face when he realized it, was something Marinette will cherish forever)
At least when Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ was around, he would not dare act out of line. When she is gone however, he is back to his old ways.
After saving one of Louise’s teammates from Hayakuma’s sword, they gathered the rest of the team and hid them someplace safe. Using Trickster’s illusions to trick all the shadows and the original to one place, the heroes were going to surround and ambush them and get the akumatized item. The plan would have been a success if it weren’t for Chat Noir hugging Ladybug from behind, making her miss her cue.
“Hey~ Bugaboo~ Did you miss me~? Your Chaton~?”
Thwack! Smack!
Chat Noir was on the rooftop, groaning pitifully in pain. Especially his crotch area. Ladybug glared at him and looked to the ambush point to see the illusions had disappeared and everyone else gone from their hiding place.
She sighed and turned on the comms, (Thank you, kwamis)
“Sting, did you venomed the akuma?”
“No, he escaped before I could. What happened, LB?”
“A certain cat got me delayed. What’s the status update?”
“Hydra is holding him off and Bunnix found that an umbrella is a good substitute for a sword. The rest of us are keeping track of the shadows. They split up but none of them are getting near where we hid the targets.”
“Where are you? I will meet you later with back-up.”
“Near Notre Dame and tell Mama Tigress I said hi.”
“Tell her yourself.”
She looked down at Chat No-, no he is not worthy of being a hero anymore with the amount of times he had derailed and hijacked the plans to defeat the akumas just so he can ‘earn’ Ladybug’s heart.
She looked down at Adrien Agreste, who was sitting and sulking like a child that was unfairly punished. (Once she got over her crush and started looking at the right things that she managed to piece together her ‘partner’s’ identity by accident. Tikki’s confirmation sealed the deal.)
“Chat Noir, this partnership of ours,” she said, gesturing to the two of them, “ is going to change tonight. Meet me at the ‘spot’ at 11 sharp. Now, go home.”
He left with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes at her words. She felt a little bad about the subtle manipulation but with the way things were now, it can’t go on. He was hindering more than helping and the people of Paris that weren’t shipping ‘Ladynoir’ saw that.
As she jumped towards Notre Dame, she called the bakery with her yoyo.
“Mama, are you free now? I need a little help with the akuma and can you bring the horse miraculous.”
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Chat Noir waited excitedly at what they both dubbed at their ‘spot’, in the good old days when it was just the two of them. Maybe Ladybug was finally open to the idea of dating. Or maybe she must have seen what a great hero he is and was going to get rid of the team. Or realized that having her mother on her team was a bad idea. Parents are the worst and they both can be two rebellious teenagers in love. Like Romeo and Juliet. So romantic~.
He was so deep in his daydream that he didn’t hear his lady land.
“Chat Noir.” Startled, he nearly fell off the roof. No, don’t make a fool of yourself in front of Ladybug.
“Yes, Bugaboo.” Hoping she didn’t know that he was very distracted. His attention will always be hers 100%.
“Don’t call me Bugaboo. Tikki wants to talk to Plagg about Kwami stuff. So you go over and hide behind that chimney. Then, we can talk about why I told you to be here.” Adrien frowned and then smiled. His lady must be very embarrassed about her mistake that must be why she is taking her time. He tried listening to what they were saying but the kwamis were talking in their special Guardian Language. Was it him or did Tikki’s voice sound more like his lady’s voice?
Whizz!
Adrien was tied up with Ladybug’s yoyo. “M’Lady? Bugaboo!? LADYBUG! WHAT IS GOING ON?!! PLAGG-”
Ladybug cut in, “Adrien Agreste, you have been slack in your hero duty and choosing your own feelings over supporting your partner, me, the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous and current Grand Guardian, in the efforts to defeat the enemy of Paris, Hawkmoth. Due to those reasons, you are no longer worthy to be the Holder of the Black Cat Miraculous” in one swift motion, she took the ring off his finger, “As such you are hereby revoked of Plagg’s Ring.”
“NO, YOU CAN’T. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I LOVE YOU AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME BACK. WE ARE SOULMATES, WE ARE MEANT TO BE-”
Adrien went slack at Lady Tigress’s pinch on his pressure point.
“I don’t what you ever saw in the boy.”
“I don’t know either. I think I dodged a bullet here. Can you carry him back to his home? I think I have dealt with enough of him tonight.” Ladybug muttered, as she erased Adrien’s memories of being Chat Noir.
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#maridami#maribat#damian x marinette#mlb x dc#Betrothal AU: Take 2#A Failed Betrothal#sorry. No Damian this chapter#there is salt#Alya salt#Adrien Salt#Lila salt#class salt#I don't know if it is mild or not#Marinette is an assassin
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Only (a salty) human
Marinette is gonna be OOC
“As long as you and I both know the truth, does it really matter?”
Yes, Marinette decided. Yes, it matters very much.
Marinette took hold of Adrien’s hand, blushing furiously as she did so, and pulled him into a private corner.
Marinette: Adrien, I don’t want to humiliate Lila, but her lies are hurting people. They’re hurting our friends, they’re hurting me. Hell, she’s even lying about Ladybug. Do you honestly think Ladybug would like that.
Yeah, Adrien saw firsthand how much Ladybug hated liars.
Adrien: but people lie all the time. And how is she hurting everyone?
Marinette: seriously? Adrien, she shoved me to the back of the class just to sidle up to you. Do you know what it’s like? I let Chloe bully me out of my seat before and I’m not going to let Miss Liar do it again.
Adrien: well, I could sit next to you, if you want.
While Marinette felt thrilled by this, his pacifying nature was also kind of infuriating.
Marinette: you don’t get it, do you? Your silent method may seem all high and above at first, but it’s not. I didn’t protest because everyone kept pressuring me to ignore the fact that they just changed seats without my consent. Is that what being your everyday Ladybug means? Staying silent when you know something is wrong? Because that seems really messed up. The real Ladybug would never have allowed wrongs to go by without speaking up.
And another thing, why do you seem to care so much about Lila being akumatized? I was almost akumatized this afternoon. And once the truth is known, Rose will probably be akumatized. This whole Lila situation will end with someone being akumatized no matter which direction we choose to take. What matters is how we deal with it.
Adrien: you were almost akumatized.
Marinette: yes; when Lila threatened me. She’s not looking to make friends, Adrien. She’s a bully, like Chloé, only sneakier.
Marinette took a deep breath. “And I don’t care if you disagree or not, but I am done letting bullies tell me what to do. I am done with that, even if everyone turns against me, at least I won’t have the guilt of watering the lying tree.”
With another firm breath, Marinette stomped out.
Originally she wanted to call out Lila for the ear comment but thinking through it, Lila could have said it was a slip of the tongue. She needed stronger proof.
Taking out her phone, Marinette made a call.
A few minutes later, Marinette walked up to the group. “Hey Lila, can you tell us again about how you got your tinnitus?”
Raising an eyebrow and suspecting Marinette was looking for loopholes in her story, Lila nonetheless obliged her with the story of Jagged’s pet kitten.
A sound of choking penetrated the air. “Kitten? Is she kidding me? What Jagged fan would believe I ever owned a kitten? I’m allergic to fur!”
Everyone recognized that British accent. Lila paled.
Everyone looked around only to see Marinette taking her phone out of her pocket, revealing Jagged’s face on her phone.
Marinette: but isn’t there more? Didn’t you tell us, Lila, that Jagged wrote a song about you?
Jagged: Why the hell would I write a song about a minor? Please tell me you didn’t believe her, Marinette.
Marinette: at first I did. But then I realized she was nothing but a liar.
Jagged: don’t worry, I’ll sic my lawyers on her. Especially if there are people who believe her.
As Jagged ended the connection to call for Penny, Marinette kept her focus on Lila.
The class stared round at Lila. “So you don’t know Jagged.”
Before Lila could react, Marinette spoke. She knew the dangers of Lila’s acting.
“So if you don’t know Jagged, then why did you rearrange our seating? And since I doubt your medical disabilities are real, why did you have our classmates buy your rather expensive lunch set?”
Recalling how Lila had taken their money, the others now steered clear. Any feelings of pity were now less likely.
Lila screamed, “how dare you?”
Marinette: how dare I? What was it you called the class? Stupid? And since I was smarter than they were, I had better play along or you would turn them against me, as you so easily proved during lunch?
More guilty looks.
Marinette: in fact now that I think about it, if you are so concernéd about who is lying? Why don’t we just ask your mother if you were really in Achu? If she agrees that you were there for months instead of skipping school, then I won’t argue and I’ll even apologize. What do you say Lila? As class president, I even have her number for emergencies. Shall we call her?
Lila paled even further. With rage? With fear? “Don’t you dare! ...she’s very busy with work.”
Marinette: no mother would ever think work was more important than her daughter. And she pressed the button.
Everyone held their breath. The confrontation had drawn such a large crowd that Lila couldn’t run away anymore. She was surrounded.
The call was answered. “Hello.”
Marinette: hello, is this Lila Rossi’s mother?
Mrs Rossi: yes. Is something wrong?
Marinette: oh it’s nothing serious. We are just missing the official documents for Lila’s school leave. We understand that it is a noble cause for helping Prince Ali organize his charities, but rules are rules.
Mrs Rossi: I’m sorry, but what charities?
Everyone stared either at the phone or Lila.
As Marinette recounted what Lila told the class, there was a long silence.
Mrs Rossi: Lila told me that the school had been shut down for months because of the akumas.
Marinette: yes, school does get cancelled because of akumas, but since they are stopped within the day, classes resume the next day.
Mrs Rossi: thank you for telling me this. I think it’s time I went down to the school and had a chat with your Teachers.
Lila: mama, don’t listen to her! She’s been akumatized.
Marinette: if I’m akumatized then why are you even here?
Lila: I’m being held captive.
Student: um, you’re just sitting on the bench.
Anyway, Lila is exposed. The akuma was actually gone. Let’s just say Adrien listened to Marinette and kept watch. Sensing the akuma, Plagg pointed it out and Adrien caught it before transforming to use cataclysm. He doesn’t like killing butterflies but the dangers of this butterfly cannot be ignored.
Lila was expelled the very same day she returned to school. The class apologized to Marinette, who felt weird after being so salty. Adrien apologized as well for not thinking things through.
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The Boy Who Is Afraid Of Everything.
The time is 2:12am. The Electricity is basically all-black-out all through the neighbourhood, and the rain is threatening to fall again. I have deemed it fit to turn in for the night after watching Seven straight episodes of “The Oval” by the award winning director TYLER PERRY. The show is about so many complicated relationships, But the ones that caught my attention must be The newly Elected President(Hunter), His wife (Victoria)and their kids.. They are one very weird persons altogether, POTUS, is a serial-cheater, First Lady is a narcissist, their daughter (Gayle)is a spoilt brat that thinks the world revolves around her. And then their son (Jason)is a pervert, this young man walks naked around the White House, seduces and Jack off in front of anyone and anywhere, it gets even worse, you know why??.. At some point, he graduated into being a serial killer too. I was tempted to keep up with the series. However I have work to do in the morning so I Off the TV and close my eyes in the familiar darkness. But sleep doesn’t come no matter how hard I try.
It is now 3:30am, and I can hear the silence loud and clear. I open my eyes to the darkness, and I recognise the feeling in the pit of my stomach -
fear. It feels like there is a plunger inside my body sucking me into myself; slow enough to feel like torture, yet fast enough to leave me breathless. It is that strange feeling that has stayed with me for so long it now feels like an annoying guest; it never leaves, intensifying itself in moments like this.
No matter how familiar it gets, darkness terrifies me, and sleeping in darkness has always been a struggle for me. Actually, sleeping has always been a struggle for me.
When I was a little boy, unlike children my age, I would wet the bed whenever I fell asleep, and despite all the efforts of my family, it seemed that I just could not control my bladder. I was the only child out of my parents’s five children who experienced this struggle, and it frustrated them and everyone else around me. Because we could not afford to put me in diapers every night, my mother would lay down at least two Mackintosh waterproof sheets on my bed every night, and my morning routine included mopping up urine-stained covers and washing off the mess. Sleepovers at my sister’s that lives out of town (Akure) were a hassle for me because everyone knew me as the cousin who wet the bed, and it was really hard to have a good time when you could feel everyone judging you in their Nickelodeon-inspired pyjamas.
My parents did all sort of encouraging things to the point of asking me to pee in a just used ashes so I won’t bed wet.(at the time, it was a superstition that they believed worked for people). Whenever the night approached, I would become anxious because I knew what was coming, and I could not stop it from happening. I tried so hard to stop bedwetting: I prayed, cried, and even squeezed my legs together before sleeping – nothing worked. I started to dread falling asleep because it meant I would wake up once again to the disappointed faces of my family, but I also dreaded staying awake because it meant I would have to face the darkness while the rest of the world slept on. Fear became my jealous companion, and here I am, 16 years after my last bedwetting episode, still keeping her company.
The time is 5am, and I am jolted from my thoughts by a sudden sound in the distance. This sound could have been anything: a door banging shut many compounds away, an object falling from a height, a gunshot, anything. My heart starts to pound, beads of sweat take their place on my forehead, and sweet saliva rushes to my mouth. I sit up in bed, eyes wide as saucers, listening hard for any other sounds that may follow. I tell myself that this is a dramatic reaction to a simple sound, but I cannot help myself; this is what it means to feel fear and, unfortunately, this feeling is painfully familiar.
For so many nights in October 2020, that’s almost 3 years ago now, I’ll be up all night surfing the internet (Twitter most especially) bearing witness to the ordeal that fell on the youths of my country. What started as peaceful nationwide protests to call for an end to police brutality in Nigeria had resulted in more police brutality and nationwide insecurity. The police force was shooting anybody they believed to be a nuisance, and citizens were revolting by burning buses and the properties of government officials. During that period, I became a nervous wreck, always hypervigilant to any sign or sound of danger. I would ask my friends to stay on the phone with me until I fell asleep because I was too scared to close my eyes amidst the constant gunshots and explosions. Now, I try to convince myself that the sound I just heard outside my window is nothing like October 2020, and there is nothing to be afraid of, but of course, that does not make the fear go away. So, I lie here in a pool of my sweat, knowing what is coming next.
I can feel an anxiety attack coming, and I brace myself for it. My body curls into a tight ball, my fingers grip the sheet, and my toes start to wiggle frantically. The first sob tears through my body like a riptide; I let out a short scream into my pillow as my breathing gets hard. I continue screaming into the pillow until my voice cracks, and I have no scream left in me. The tears are flowing freely now as my knuckles grow weak and my toes start to feel like plastic. I lie in that position, willing myself to get up, and after a few minutes, I reach for my phone and unlock it. The brightness lights up my tear-streaked face as I hurriedly open Apple Music and select one of my favourite songs. It is Raise a sound by Nosa, and as I eagerly put the earphones into my ears, I lie down with a soft sigh and sing along in my head. “Unto the one upon the throne, We raise a sound, we raise a sound, For he is the God, and God alone”🎼
I am doing alright. I am on a new beautiful space
The time is 10:15am, and I am now sitting by a window in the third coach of the metro train to Lagos. I made it to the train station on time, but I am starting to think I shouldn’t have because the air is humid, and there is not enough room for my long legs. My mouth is filling up fast with sweet saliva, and my stomach feels like a knot. Once again, the plunger has taken its place inside me, and it is hard to enjoy the view, so I plug in my laptop and let my fingers speak into the blank pages of my Google Docs. The train moves slower than Nigeria’s development, but my fingers are typing as if to make up for this. I did not realise that I had so many words to describe fear, even the one I am feeling at the moment.
It is my third time taking the train and it does not get better with time. I remember talking to someone very close to me before my first ride to deal with my fear. I had told him that I am terrified of travelling by any means, even one as calming as the train. I did not have any experience that should make me scared of a train or any means of transport; still, I was scared. I am always scared. I imagined all the things that could go wrong and was convinced that I would be in one of those freak accidents you never really believe. I didn’t want to die in a freak accident, I told that Heck, I didn’t even want to survive one! After listening to me ramble on, he’d smiled calmly and asked: “Israel, have you considered the possibility that you are afraid of death?”
He encouraged me to take the trip and have all the fun I could because life is too short to let my fears stop me from living. He went on to tell me that death is inevitable, and the only way to beat it is to live fully until it takes me away. I took his advice, got on that train, and surprisingly, there was no freaking accident! I even took pictures during the trip and listened to Nosa sing about how wonderful God is. Now, on my third trip, even though I feel the fear in my stomach, I know that just like with my first trip, I’ll be alright.
I think my friend was close enough to the truth. I am not afraid of death; I am afraid of life. Life is random, unpredictable, meaningless and meaningful at the same time. Accepting this reality is terrifying. To live means that I must deal with whatever life throws at me, and I am nothing like Prince Charming; I cannot twirl my way into the unknown. To live is to surrender entirely into the arms of the universe, hoping she’ll be kind to me. It is to deal with my traumas and admit that I need help sometimes. To live is to cheat death every day, all the time wondering, “Is this even worth it?”
In response to my fear of living, I have decided to live as fully, loudly, and unapologetically as I can. Sounds crazy, right? It’s like being claustrophobic and deciding to live in a treehouse. But what if the treehouse was the most beautiful place you ever saw and often made you happy? Would it be worth it then? I have realised that the fear may never really go away, but life itself is beautiful and often makes me happy, so I will feel the fear and live anyway. I will take many more train rides and flights and boat trips. I’ll fall in love, out of love, and let my body be possessed by lust one too many times. I’ll tell bad jokes, flash the peace sign in photographs, and do yoga when the sky turns golden.
Most importantly, I’ll write about living every chance I get and let other people see the world through my eyes. When the fear comes, and it will come, I’ll remind myself that the universe is on my side. I’ll hug my heart and go to the people who will hug my soul. When I have to, I will scream till my throat aches, and when I have to, I’ll cry till my eyes burn.
I have learnt that this thing called fear is a terrible thing, and if you let it, it will steal your life on your watch. It is the “devil” they told us about in children’s church, who came to steal, kill, and destroy; the one who requires a long fork when dining at his table. Some people say that fear is good, but I think that fear is fear. It is neither good nor bad; it is just an emotion. However, what we do with this emotion is what matters and is entirely up to us. Rather than let fear tell me how to live, I have decided to let my fear remind me that I am alive! Life is for the living, and so is fear. If I’m afraid, then I’m alive.
Three weeks have passed since my train ride, and on this day, I am ignoring the fear I feel in my stomach that this essay is not worth a read. I am a better person than I was at the beginning of this piece; I’m still afraid of many things, but as you can see, I’m doing them anyway. I am completing this essay, not knowing who or what it’s for, but hoping against my fear that somebody out there needs to read it. When I am finished with it, I will go back to watching The Oval – I think The Secret Service have got loads on their plates with this new administration.
And when the sun comes up tomorrow, and I wake up to a new day, no matter how terrified I am, still, I will live.
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A Mother’s Love - A Timeless Side Piece
A/N: Happy Mother’s Day! Here’s a little side piece featuring our favorite mom, Grace! ❤️
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Grace stared at the picture that the shaggy man had handed to her outside the Southlife Hotel. It unsettled her. Was this her Reggie or was that man who handed it to her truly just delusional? She didn’t know. She wanted to believe that this was all a misunderstanding but something ate at her. Was she putting you at risk by being with him? All these close calls and times where you could’ve gotten hurt synced up with the knowledge of the president coming to Dallas. You had never been in any danger before and in the span of a week your life had been threatened multiple times. Grace needed to know that this was all just coincidence.
Taking a car to the D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co. building she snuck inside with the spare key Reginald had given her. Entering his office, she looked around through the papers and desk drawers but found nothing. Maybe she was letting this all go to her head. But then out of the corner of her eye she saw a light coming from...behind the bookcase? Curious, she walked over and started to pull the bookcase trying to access what was behind it. The case moved with ease and opened like it was a door. When it was wide enough Grace peeked her head in and her eyes went wide. There was a secret room back here. Carefully she stepped inside and slowly looked around. There were tons of blueprints and notes hung up on bulletin boards all around the room. What was this stuff?
As she approached the table in the center of the room Grace noticed a thick file folder laying on top of it. Opening the folder, She found a flurry of images all relating to the president before finding a printout of a map showing the route the motorcade was supposed to take tomorrow. Her heart raced and her voice wavered as she said,
“Oh, my God.”
She continued to look at the map in shock until she heard a voice ask,
“What are you doing in here?”
Her head shot up and looked over towards the entrance. There stood Reginald looking on with a blank expression, his hands in his pockets and he quietly waited for a response.
“Not sure what I could say that would overwrite the obvious.” Grace responds nervously
Reginald nods his head and leans against the frame of the entrance. His eyes still on Grace as he follows up,
“Fair enough. New question, then. Why are you doing it?”
IF she was going to get an answers it was going to have to be now.
“Are you involved in somethin' nefarious?” Grace asks
Reginald stands up straight again as he slowly starts to walk over to Grace.
“Quite often. Did you have something more specific in mind?” He questions back
Grace backed up a little bit to put some space between her and Reginald. She felt crazy in this moment, like she was torn in two. This was her Reggie, he would never hurt anyone but these pictures she found made her feel otherwise. Not knowing how to explain herself Grace rambles,
“That- that shaggy man at the consulate, the one who chased after us with the boy.”
“Calls himself Diego.” Reginald states
“Yes, that's the one. He...he thinks that you want to harm the president.”
“I see. You take the word of lunatics these days?” Reginald inquires
Grace felt backed into a corner. She needed to lighten things because she didn’t know what she could trust at this point. If she could just get some positive reassurance, that’s all she’d need.
“Not over yours, but these...these photographs, they're all about the president's visit tomorrow, aren't they?” Grace questioned
“You know there are aspects of my work I cannot discuss. You've always respected that line.” Reginald comments
“I don't need to know the details, Reggie. I just need to know that you're not involved in what I'm afraid you might be.” Grace states
Reginald takes a step forward and asks,
“What are you really afraid of, my dear?”
Grace wasn’t born yesterday. She knew what he was implying. He was implying that she was afraid of him, and in a small way she was. Grace started to realize all the things she didn’t know. All the secret meetings behind closed doors and the late nights in his office. She barely knew anything but the surface of who this man was. Grace looked at him with sadness and confusion in her eyes,
“There's so much about you I don't understand.”
“I could say the same about you.” Reginald replies with a smirk
Grace can feel herself shake as she takes a step towards him. Her heart felt like it was being torn in two given all that had happened in these very few moments. She still loved him but loving him felt much harder with ever roundabout dismissive answer he gave her. Practically begging him for a straight answer. Grace says,
“I want to share my life with you, Reggie, but I need to know you're a good man. I need to know you would never hurt the president.”
“As I said, there are elements in my life that I can't discuss with you. Someday, I hope to share it all with you. Until then, I'm asking you to trust me.”
Tears built in her eyes. This wasn’t going to work. She wanted to know that no harm would be done to an innocent person and he could not give her that answer. He gave her no answer at all. If he could not guarantee the safety of the president how could he ever guarantee the safety of you.
“I can't wait that long. I'm sorry.” Grace states as she starts to walk away
“Grace. Wait.” Reginald calls out
Grace stops in place and turns on her heels to face him. Before he can say anymore she answers,
“No Reggie. If you can’t tell me that you’re not going to harm the president with your work how do I know one day your work won’t cause us harm?”
“I would never let that happen.” Reginald states firmly
“How can I believe that when you won’t tell me what’s going on? It’s not even my safety that I’m worried about. It’s the safety of my daughter. She has been put in harms way enough and I refuse to have her come close to harm ever again.” Grace exclaims
“She’ll be safe if we all stay together. Please just calm down.”
Calm down? She couldn’t calm down if the safety of her child was on the line. A child who Reginald took in and help to raise. Yes, you were an adult the whole time but the three of you made a family. Grace though Reginald had seen you as his daughter but he couldn’t even give a straight answer about protecting you.
“Reggie, It is my duty as a mother to protect my child and if you’re involved in something that can end up hurting her then I don’t want any part in it.” Grace angrily retorts
Reginald looked at her, taken aback. He had never seen her so angry before. Actually, he had never seen her angry at all. Grace silently looked at him before attempting to turn away. Trying to keep her there, Reginald blurts,
“There’s things about her that she’s not telling you, Grace.”
Grace turned back again and narrowed her eyes at him. Her tone sharper as she remarked,
“Well, everyone has secrets Reggie. You would know that.”
“She needs to be around me, someone who can handle her.” Reginald harshly explains
Grace couldn’t believe what she was hearing. He was talking about you as if you were a pet to be trained or like some kind of lab rat. You were a person not some kind of object to be used. Disgust coursed through her veins.
“Handle her? My daughter is not some animal Reggie!” Grace yelled “She doesn’t need to be handled she needs to be loved and protected from the dangers of this world.”
“Grace, please just listen to me, (Y/N) is more than just your daughter!” Reginald exclaims
“You’re right! She’s my world!” Grace yelled back “Y’know, I always wondered why she was so abrasive and sarcastic with you and now I see why. She saw your true colors when I couldn’t.”
“You cannot just take her away from me!” Reginald shouts
“I can and I will.” Grace firmly replies “Now, I’m going back to the house to take my things and my daughter as far away from you as possible.”
Finally turning around, Grace storms out of the room and out of the building towards her car.
“Grace!” Reginald called behind her
There was no response. She had left and it became clear in that moment to Reggie that a mother’s love would always trump that of a lover’s trust.
#five#number five#the umbrella academy five#Umbrella Academy#The Umbrella Academy#tua#tua fic#tua fanfic#tua five#tua five hargreeves#five hargreeves
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Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)
Okay; first off. I hated this. I had a massive case of writer’s block while doing it and lost inspiration near the end.
Oh Lady Luck (How I miss you so!)
Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school, everyone knew it. They got to go on the most amazing trips, win contest after contest, competition after competition, met all sorts of celebrities, frequently got to meet Ladybug, through the best dances and school plays, and always seemed to have a pep in their step. Anything any of the students went after they always managed to get. Everyone knew Bustier’s class was the luckiest in school. Then one day that changed dramatically.
“You’ve changed,” Alya accused Marinette after the class voted her out as Class president. “You become a bully.”
Alix snorted, “More like a jealous bitch.”
There were nods from the other students in class. Lila smiled at Marinette; happy that her promise to ruin the girl was coming true.
“You’re always so mean to Lila,” Rose added. “It’s not nice.”
“You’re worse than Chloe now,” Kim glared.
Juleka frowned, “We miss the old Marinette.”
“You should’ve chilled out like I told you to, dudette,” Nino said with a shake of his head, clearly disappointed.
“We can’t be your friends anymore,” Alya crossed her arms.
Marinette had listen to them quietly as they relayed reason after reason why they were ending their friendships with her; all to do with Lila. She didn’t bother to look at Adrien. He had warned her what was going to happen; Nino had told him. There had also been a group text apparently. Adrien made it clear he stood with Marinette. Even more so, when he chose to sit with her in the back of the class, a fierce glare on his face at the other students.
The bluenette placed down her pencil, closed her sketchbook and said, “Fine. Then we’re not friends anymore.”
“That’s counts double for me,” Adrien hissed. “Lose my number. In fact, don’t bother; I’ll just change it. That goes for every last one of you. I’ll be informing my Father and Nathalie that only Chloe and Marinette are on my visitors list.”
The class blinked in shock. Not expecting that reaction from the blond boy who was usually so amicable and nice.
Chloe watched with amused eyes. She had been sentenced to the back of the room not long after Marinette. “We’ve never been friends but consider all extra little perks you’ve gotten used to: dead and over with.”
That was it. None of the other students knew what to say or do. They hadn’t gotten the reaction they expected. Marinette didn’t seem to care. Adrien seemed ready to set them on fire. Chloe looked rather pleased at the idea of seeing them burn. Most shrugged it off; figuring at least two of the three (Marinette and Adrien) would come crawling back in no time.
They didn’t.
Things started to change for the students in Bustier’s class the next day.
Lila woke up in the morning to an email confirming that she would no longer being a model or any type of employee for the Gabriel Agreste brand. Or as Nathalie put it when the sausage hair girl called her, “We will no longer be needing your services, Miss Rossi. Do not contact us again.” Click.
That was when Lila realized her plan of using Gabriel to get Adrien under her thumb had went up in flames. She hoped that Adrien wasn’t informed so that maybe she could still use his father as a threat against the boy.
When she go to class, the blond model sent her a vicious smirk. Lila paled. She knew without a doubt that Adrien didn’t just know Lila was fired, he was the one got her fired.
Nino woke up to the news that the gig he was due to play, his big break, had replaced him. It would’ve been huge for his career.
Oh well, he thought, back to DJ-ing for birthday parties.
Alya accidently dropped her phone in the toilet; ruining hundreds of videos and pictures for the Ladyblog.
Alix took a dive while skating; broke her ankle and the watch her dad gave her.
Max broke his glasses.
Kim got food poisoning.
Ivan’s dad ran over his drum set while parking in the garage.
Rose tried to call Prince Ali and found out he changed his number.
Nathaniel spilled coffee all over his Ladybug comic strips. Marc had been pissed.
Juleka’s mom accidently put bleach in with a load of her laundry; it ruined everything.
By the time they had all got to class, all the students were in a terrible mood. However, when Marinette walked in with a box full of delicious smelling breakfast pastries; they perked up. The bluenette always seemed to know when they needed a pick me up. And there was nothing like a treat from the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.
Marinette didn’t acknowledge any of their presences. She walked straight to the back of the classroom, sat in her seat between Chloe and Adrien. “Morning!” She beamed at her friends. “I brought treats for the three of us.”
“Awesome!” Adrien smiled, quickly opening the box and snagging a chocolate croissant. “Delicous, Thank you” He said. Or least they thought he said that. His mouth was full and it was mostly garbled.
Chloe rolled her eyes. She grabbed a mixed berries and cream cheese pastry, “Perfect way to start the day. Thank you, Marinette.”
Marinette took out her favorite: a berry and jasmine scone. Then she promptly through the box away; making clear that she hadn’t brought any for anyone else. “Anything for my friends.”
“We’ll do lunch at Le Grand Paris,” Chloe said. “On me of course. The chef there is to die for.”
The other students visibly wilted. Alya in particular who loved going to Le Grand Paris as her mother was the head chef.
It all went downhill from there.
Over the next week things went from bad to worse for the students.
Bustier told the class their trip the Presidential office was cancelled due to an unexpected flooding incident. The plan had been for the class to tour the office and have amazing picnic on the beach afterwards
Lila’s mother, who had been busy nearly 24/7, officially went on vacation, meaning she plenty of time to spend with her daughter. Her daughter was panicked when her mother inquired about visiting her school.
Alya discovered that the hits to her site had started to declined dramatically. She didn’t have time to worry about that as her internship with a local new studio had been cancelled; something about realizing Alya didn’t have enough experience. So her summer plans were cancelled.
Nino’s Dj equipment sparked or shorted out or something but nothing would work anymore. He had cancel the rest of his gigs until he could buy new ones.
Kim lost a swim match against Ondine.
Markov got a virus and broke down causing Max to break down in tears.
Nathaniel lost the expensive sketch pencil he won in a contest.
Alix’s grandmother brought her a new dresses; frilly monstrosities that Alix’s forced her to wear to school for the entire week.
Rose, Ivan, and Juleka were heartbroken when Luka announced he was going Solo.
It didn’t help anyone’s mood that every day Marinette, Chloe, and Adrien walked into class with big smiles on their faces and pleasantly discussed their amazing plans.
On Wednesday, Adrien invited Marinette and Chloe to come with him to meet the Prime Minister.
Apparently, Adrien’s dad had called in favors so the three would tour Palais Bourbon, where the French Parliament meets.
“He said I could invite all my friends!” Adrien smiled.
Marinette had been shocked at this. Until Adrien explained that his aunt had threatened to reveal to the world Gabriel Agreste’s neglectful behavior, his tendency break child labor laws, and his need to isolate Adrien. Thanks to his aunt, Adrien had a much free-er schedule and Gabriel had been in therapy for weeks. “I’ll bring food from the bakery. We can have a picnic!”
“Beach day!” Chloe cheered.
No one else so much as smiled at the news. Even more so when pictures surfaced on Friday of Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Ondine, Marc, Mireille, and Aurore with various members of Parliament; including the prime minister.
Thursday, Chloe loudly invited Marinette and Adrien to an event for her mother, “It’s a fashion show! It’s tonight. Adrien can relax behind the scenes, while Mari and me model on the run way. Mama’s lost a few models so I told her I could recommend a few friends.”
“I’m modeling!” Marinette paled so much, her friends were sure she’d pass out.
“I get to do nothing!” Adrien grinned.
Pictures of Chloe and Marinette modeling exploded across the internet; multiple fashion websites and online magazines deeming the girls’ Style Queen’s secret weapon and modeling next big thing.
Most of the guys in class shrugged it off. But a few of the girls turned greened with envy; Lila in particular.
On Friday, Marinette invited Adrien and Chloe to meet her uncle and her cousin, “He’s back in town on Saturday and he wants to meet all my friends.”
No one else in class paid too much to that. Who cared about Marinette’s uncle? Or her cousin? They were probably just as stuck-up and nasty as she was.
Then on Saturday, picture of the same group who went to Parliament, plus Luka, with Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale started trending on the internet. Jagged Stone posted a tweet about how awesome his honorary niece was, with a picture of him and Marinette. Clara posted a pic with her favorite little cousin, Marinette.
Alya couldn’t believe her eyes and immediately started texting Marinette for the deets. She received a text back saying; new number; who dis?
Nino flat-out called Adrien only hear that the number had been disconnected.
The rest of the class faced the same issue.
And then one by one, they each remembered that they weren’t friends with any of the tree Ostracized students anymore.
Monday, Alya found out that BugOut, a competing Ladybug blog, had been officially endorsed by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Something that hadn’t happened with the Ladyblog.
Max lost the science fair. For the first time. He had to go see the school guidance counselor.
Kim got kicked off the team for his poor grade.
Lila’s finally called the school to schedule an appointment. Lila was Akumatized within the five minutes.
Alix’s grandma brought her more clothes; some which were tacky sweaters with cats all over them
Nathaniel misplaced his new sketch book, with his redone Ladybug comic strips. He never found it. Marc wasn’t happy.
Nino got a call to dj a huge event only to have to decline as he hadn’t bought new equipment yet.
It was Adrien that brought in breakfast for the other two; Mcdonalds. Much to the Chloe and Marinette’s dismay, but they didn’t say anything as the boy was clearly happy about being allowed to eat it for the first time.
Marinette unwrapped her sausage Mcgriddle, wondering who she hurt in a past life, “Jagged is doing a private concert. You two want to come?”
Adrien nodded, his mouth full of fried hash brown and bacon. “Count me in,” They think he said.
Chloe held the egg mcmuffin in her hand like it was physically hurting her to do so, “I’m in,” she said. “And I’m bringing breakfast tomorrow.”
The class was dismayed at missing at meeting Jagged Stone again.
“Are you going to invite us?” Alya asked with a huff.
Marinette didn’t even look in her direction, “Sorry Uncle Jagged said I can only invite my friends.”
Ouch.
Over the course of the next few months, things continued to fall apart for the class. They tried planning one of their usual amazing dances, only for everything to crash and burn. Then they remembered that Marinette planned everything, and before her, Chloe.
The class never made enough money fundraising so nearly all planned class trips were canceled.
They had to deal with seeing pictures of Marinette, Adrien, and Chloe and all their friends meeting all sorts of celebrities.
Ladybug disowned the Ladyblog; causing Alya to burst into tears.
No matter what any of the students tried, did, competed in, they never won. They practically failed at everything.
Rose tried to bake cookies for the class; her kitchen caught on fire.
Max applied for science camp; all spots were full.
Nathaniel who had lost his comic drawing for the twelfth time in a row was finally told by Marc to take a hike.
Nino lost his hat, broke his glasses, a dog at his homework, and he tripped landed face down in the mud; all on the way to school one morning.
The students were constantly late, frustrated, and always seemed to have something accidently spilled or thrown on their clothes.
Lila’s mother, who finally decided to just randomly drop by the school after being told repeatedly by her daughter that it was closed so she couldn’t do the appointment for months, was shocked to say the least when it was clearly opened and active. She had a long talk with the Principle and all of Lila’s lies were revealed to class.
Class was very apologetic to the three ostracized students after that but it didn’t matter. The three made it clear they weren’t interested in renewing their friendships.
By the end of the year Bustier’s class went from the luckiest in school to the unluckiest kids on the planet.
The students of Bustier’s class couldn’t help but wonder aloud why they lucked changed do much.
Tikki, Plagg, and Pollen, hidden away in their chosens’ school bags just smirked.
#ml salt#ml fic#Marinette deserves better#marinette dupen chang#adrien deserves better#adrien agreste#chloe bourgeois
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No One Has to Know
Pairing: Angel Reyes x black!reader
Summary: Since there isn’t a lot of angel Reyes x black reader imagines going on here I was wondering if u can write a request for me that. You and angel are in a secret relationship because y’all are ten years apart and your mom( who’s mayor) finds out?? Requested by @briannab1234
Warnings: None for this part
A/N: This was going one way and then it went another, but I hope you all enjoy!
It was a hot ass day in Santo Padre, so it was no surprise that Adrian’s raspa shop was full. Today you were accompanied with your fake group of friends (except for Bryce) aka the group of friends your mom approved of.
When your pickle raspa with chamoy and lucas was finished, you searched for an empty table, only for you to find the one table you didn’t want to sit at because of who sat next to it. The Mayans. Or more specifically Angel Reyes, your secret boyfriend. The argument from last night replayed in your head as you stared at the table.
“Why not?” You yelled, throwing down your bag.
“Because its not smart Y/N.” Angel stared at you through a cloud of cigarette smoke while you paced back and forth.
Sitting in his lap you took his cigarette and put it out. Cradling his face, you kissed him. “What’s stupid about wanting my boyfriend to be my date at my graduation party?”
Angel scrubbed his face in frustration. This argument between the two of you was becoming more frequent. You wanted to make your relationship public, but he didn’t. He didn’t want everyone else to confirm what he already thought. He didn’t want them to say he was a low life and no good for the mayor’s daughter or that he was too old for you (his 34 to your 24).
“Listen, querida we can go public another time. Just take that loser Rob and make sure he keeps his hands to himself.” Angel kissed the top of your head to end the argument.
You hit him in the chest and pushed off him. “Fuck you, Angel! If you just want me to be your little fucktoy and not your girlfriend just say so.” Before he could stop you, you were already out the door. Once again, his insecurities fucked him over.
“Hey, yo, Y/N over here!” Coco’s voice pulled you out of your head. He was pointing to the table next to him. No way you could pretend that you didn’t see the table now.
Starting your way over there Eileen grabbed your wrist to stop you. “How about we just eat them to go?” Her green eyes wide with fear.
You broke out of what she thought was an iron grip. “Its over 100 degrees outside. Trust me they won’t bite, unless,” you leaned in closer to her and dropped your voice lower. “you want them to.”
Leaving Eileen in all her white woman shock, Bryce followed you to the empty table. Both of you greeted the men at the table besides you. You barely gave any energy to Angel while Bryce gave Gilly all her attention due to her crush on him.
Eventually, your friends joined you, still wary of the Mayans. Rob sat next to you and wrapped his arm behind your seat. Angel wanted to break that arm in half.
This midday delight was less enjoyable than you wanted it to be. It was tense and not just because you weren’t talking to Angel. Your friends made it a point to ignore your Mayan friends and while the Mayans did their best to make your snotty friends uncomfortable by making the most vulgar jokes (which were hilarious by the way).
Most of the time, Bryce and you talked to the Mayans. They were by far better conversationalists. Plus, you and Coco had a lot to talk about since you were Letty’s mentor at school.
In the middle of listening to EZ tell an embarrassing story about Angel, Rob saw Angel staring at you a little too long. So, slightly he tilted your chin towards him and kissed you.
You scrambled to end the kiss. In no way shape or form you led Rob to believe you were in a relationship. Even though he was your escort to the party, you explicitly told him that y’all were going nowhere.
When the kiss ended, Angel was nowhere to be found. A great part of you wanted to dump the raspa on Rob, but you didn’t want to make a mess in Adrian’s place. Instead you punched him in the face and left the shop with a bunch of cackling Mayans and Bryce.
It didn’t take you long to find Angel. He was a couple of blocks away at his dad’s carniceria. “Angel, I-”
He held his hand up to stop you. Flicking his cigarette down, he stomped it out. “Done with your ivy league boyfriend?”
“Don’t do that. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me.”
Stepping down from the stoop, Angel got somewhat eye level with you. “You definitely let him kiss you longer than necessary.”
A black escalade rolled up, revealing up, revealing your mom behind the window. “Y/N, dear we need to get ready for the party.”
“Hi, Ms. Mayor.” Angel waved at your mom and in return she gave him a curt nod.
Patting you on your arm, Angel gave you his congratulations and returned to his father’s shop.
Once inside the car, the tirade started. ‘What did I tell you about those Mayans? Have your fun with them in private not in public.’ ‘Stay away from that Reyes boy. I don’t like how he looks at you.’ ‘You could’ve at least been hanging out with the smart one.’ ‘You should be focused on your career and Rob.’
Every line you heard before and just like every other time you were ignoring each word. Her nor Angel was going to ruin this relationship.
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“I don’t know, Pops. Maybe I should wait til she gets home, and we can celebrate together. Just the two of us.”
Felipe fixed his son’s tie. “Nonsense, Angel. You’re going to your girlfriend’s graduation party. She wants you there, son.”
“What if I embarrass her?”
“You won’t,” EZ quietly entered the room, dressed up as well. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“We?”
EZ pulled back the curtains to reveal the Mayans all in suits on their bikes. “We got your back, bro.”
Angel squeezed his brother into a tight hug. “Thanks, mano.”
“Let’s go get your girl.” EZ clapped Angel on his back.
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This had to be the most extra party ever, but extra was your mom’s middle name. All you wanted was a simple bbq, good music, drinks, and your friends. But nope this turned into an extravaganza and networking opportunity for your mom.
“You can’t be here!” You heard your mother’s voice despite her trying to keep her voice down.
Your eyes followed her voice and the sight you saw left you breathless. Angel in a dark striped suit strutting towards you with the rest of the mc in suits as well, trailing behind him.
“What are they doing here?” Rob asked with a mix of fear and disgust. He was truly a horrible person; you didn’t know how you put up with him for so long.
“He came,” you happily whispered. You shoved your champagne flute in Rob’s hands not caring that it was spilling on him. Your only goal was to get to Angel.
The dress you were wearing didn’t allow you to jump Angel like you wanted to. He could see the conflict on your face, so instead he twirled you around to fully admire the way the dress clung to your body and how it brightened the aura around you.
After your 360 turn, Angel twirled you inside his arms, grabbed the sides of your face and leaned down to kiss you. “You look beautiful, querida.” He whispered against your lips, his hand running up and down your leg exposed by the hip high slit.
“Not as good as you,” You bit your lip at the sight of Angel in a suit. His jet-black hair perfectly gelled back, his suit clinging to his body.
“Impossible. Now introduce everyone to your boyfriend.” The slap to your ass didn’t bothered you, in fact you laughed it off and began introducing Angel as the love of your life. The shocked gasps of the stuck-up residents of Santo Padre as you made the introductions did not go unnoticed by you, but you also didn’t give one flying fuck.
On the other side of the room you could not hear the most objected protest of them all. “Get him off my daughter!” The mayor ordered the president of the Mayans.
“No can do, Izzie,” Bishop smirked. Whenever he could he’d like to stick it to the mayor.
“Its Isadora,” she corrected him. “I will not allow my daughter make the same mistakes I did.”
The holier than thou act was grinding Bishop’s gears. There was a time when the mayor wasn’t a stuck-up bitch. “Watch it, Ms. Mayor. If it wasn’t for my fucked up feelings for you, I’d shoot you where you stand.”
“Obispo, please.” Her tone softer, reminiscent of the times she writhed under him. “She has a future. She has a future outside of Santo Padre. Don’t let my daughter-”
“Our daughter.” It was his turn to correct her.
Isadora sputtered. There was only one other person she told the truth to and that because she was caught, and he promised to never to tell anybody. “How did- how did you know?”
“I always suspected, but you kept her in LA with her ‘dad’ most of the time, so I couldn’t confirm until she kept popping up at the club. Easy enough to get DNA for a test.”
In all her being, Isadora wanted to slap the man. “You had no right.”
“And you had no right to keep her from me!” Bishop was upset at all the missed opportunities. You were a lovely young woman and he missed out on the chance to watch you grow up, but now he refused to stay away from you anymore.
Your yelling tore the two away. The unexpected guest getting all the attention now.
“Daddy!” Your arms encircled around the older man. His appearance was a welcomed surprise.
When he got done spinning you around, you introduced him to Angel. The three of you engaging in an animated conversation.
Isadora and Bishop watched off in the corner. Isadora in shock and Bishop in jealously.
“Tell her or I will.” Bishop threatened his old flame before he left heartbroken from seeing his daughter call another man dad.
A/N 2: Were yall ready for that surprise?
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Episode 6 Random Thoughts
This episode was so intense that I feel like it hit me and then it kicked me to the ground. How many emotions together!
I can't find anything bad so everything will be classified as good. It has really been the best episode of the season for me!
Some quick topics:
-Violet, oh Violet, you have me a little tired. And when I say a little, I mean A LOT.
-I have a doubt that I can't get out of my head: the widower (God, why does this guy keep showing up here?) makes a donation of 100 pounds because he is a millionaire or almost a millionaire, and that sum of money seems to be something very important . But when Shelagh left the Order, she received 100 pounds and it seemed like little money. What happened in those years? Did the money change in value? The millionaire widower is not really donating much? Was Shelagh a millionaire?
-I had to watch again 2x08 to corroborate exactly how much money Shelagh received and oh, the music. In very important scenes (like Shelagh signing the papers) there is no music, and that makes the scene so powerful. I know I'm bored with this, but why is there so much music in recent seasons??? STOPPPP
Now I go with other more important things that hit me right in the heart:
-Poor, poor Mrs Watson. What a terrible life, and she still thinks her husband loves her. How important it is when you are so helpless to have people who do not judge, do not threaten, and do what they can to help you. Trixie and Patrick here really worked with their hearts and that's why I love them.
-Sarita, oh sweetheart. I knew about the Partition, we studied it at university, but I didn't know to what extent it hurt people. How important it is to make this visible.
-Sister Frances has won my heart in a way that even impacts me. Seriously, what a wonderful season for this wonderful character. She is sweet, studious, empathetic, funny, and she is even more and more encouraged to make people listen her voice. I want to be her friend!
-And Trixie. Oh please, Trixie. In my country, abortion was legal in 2020 after years and years of struggle and listening to people like those guys on the radio, speaking as if they owned the truth. This issue outrages me, I cannot believe the arguments that are put forward against abortion. So I admire Trixie and her courage, and I couldn't believe that she at one point only had the support of Patrick and Cyril, while the others didn't know what to do or say. This is the Trixie I like, and look how far she is from the girl who wanted to cut the heels off her shoes to match Marilyn's!
-About Nancy and Sister Julienne...I don't know what to think. It's so rare to see Julienne in this hard and distant position, but she said it: her faith came first. And I feel that this matter will be resolved in the next episode and there we will see the reasons for it. And we will also see what will happen to Nancy and her daughter (I was very sorry that the girl believes that Nancy is her sister).
And I think this is it, which breaks my heart because...we only have one more chapter and it will all end.
I'll just say one more thing:
TRIXIE FOR PRESIDENT!
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Never alone - Chapter One - Soulmate AU
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Here - Next
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A year or so ago, Lila made the promise to Marinette that she would take all her friends away from her. The bluenette has scoffed at the idea, strongly believing that her friends knew better and would never turn her back on her.
And yet, for a few months, Marinette was afraid that Lila was succeeding in doing so.
With all her grand stories of travels and knowing a lot of celebrities and with Marinette not hiding her distaste of the girl, the then fourteen-year-old girl could feel a rift between herself and her classmates. It was subtle, but it was enough to feel it in the atmosphere.
Alya had tried a number of times to get Marinette to talk to Lila, to get her to know her better and even befriend her, but the reporter’s best friend refused to be in the Italian’s company outside of the classroom.
Eventually, one day, fed up with the fashion designer, Alya decided to confront Marinette about it after class.
“Okay girl, I don’t understand. What is happening with you? You’re not acting like yourself. You’re usually welcoming to new people, why aren’t you with Lila? You were with me and Adrien when we were first transferred in the class, and you know from what I told you that it’s hard to make friends when you’re the new kid. So, tell me, what is happening?”
Marinette took a deep breath before looking at Alya directly in the eyes.
“What’s happening, Alya, is exactly what I told you when Lila came back to school. Lila is a liar, and I refuse to let my friends be deceived by some girl who can’t be honest.”
“Again with the lying? Where is your proof?!” Alya sighed. “I don’t recognize you anymore Marinette. You’re just being mean.”
“Where is my proof? Where is my proof?! Alya, you’re supposed to be a reporter but you didn’t check any of the stories that Lila told you before posting it on your blog. Don’t you see what it could do to your credibility?!”
Marinette was getting frustrated. Shouldn’t Alya at least try to understand where Marinette was coming from? Weren’t they supposed to be best friends?
“It won’t do anything to my credibility since it’s the truth! God, Marinette, you don’t have to be so jealous. What if Lila has a more amazing life than us?”
“I’m not jealous, Alya, damn it!”
It made Alya pause. Marinette rarely cursed. The journalist shook her head, sighing.
“Look, I don’t know why you’re so jealous of Lila, but it needs to stop. You’re not the girl I befriended anymore. Until you come to your senses, maybe it’s best for us to distance ourselves from each other.”
Marinette glared at her, not willing to back down and admit her wrongs.
“Yeah, maybe we should.”
Alya’s eyes widened and watched as Marinette gathered her things and prepared to leave. She grabbed her friend’s arm before she could take a step.
“Okay, okay. No. I didn’t actually mean it. I’m sorry I’ve been so stubborn about it. I’ll listen to you, just, please. I don’t want to lose you, Marinette.”
Marinette’s eyes softened and she gave the ladyblogger a smile.
“Alright, let’s go at my place. It’s better to have this conversation in private.”
In the privacy of her room, and with Alya finally willing to listen, Marinette told her every of Lila’s lies. She even made an internet search with the reporter by her side to show her that Jagged never had a cat, that he had Fang ever since before any of them was born. She showed her that Ali never did any charity work for pollution but for ill children. She told her how she threatened her in the bathroom when Marinette made it clear that she didn’t believe anything that the Italian said. She also told her that Adrien knew about it and not once did he do anything to out Lila. That even though he told the designer that he had her back, he just stood there and watched as Lila lied tried to tarnish the class president’s reputation.
She also told Alya how hurt she was that she didn’t want to believe her best friend. How she chose to believe a girl she barely knew over her best friend.
At the end of her speech, Alya was horrified. With tears in her eyes, she pulled the blue-eyed girl in a crushing hug.
“I’m so sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry, girl. I swear I’ll do better now. I’ll be a better friend. I’ll check my sources from now on. I’ll listen to you before jumping to conclusions. Please, give me a second chance.”
“Of course I’ll give you a second chance, Alya! I’m so happy that you finally listened to me.”
“I know, Mari. I know. And I’m sorry.”
It was very silent after that, though the air was lighter than it was before.
“About Adrien… I think you should try talking to him. I don’t think he realized that the way he handled the issue was the wrong way to do it. He probably needs you to open his eyes.”
“You’re right, I should.”
With a smirk, Alya wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe you could even try to confess your crush?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I do not have a crush on Adrien?!”
Alya laughed. She knew that Marinette didn’t have any romantic feelings for the model, but it was a running joke for a while now. She honestly couldn’t remember how this joke started but it stayed.
After her heart to heart with Alya, Marinette felt lighter. The reporter said that after she had talked with the Agreste boy, she would discretely talk to their other classmates about Lila. Knowing her classmates, no one would be mean to Lila or even ignoring her. They were even a very high chance they would remain friends with the newest student, but at least they would know to take Lila’s stories with a grain of salt.
With Lila always watching all her moves and always clutching Adrien’s arm, it took a few weeks before the baker’s daughter managed to find him alone. She actually had to corner him before one of his fencing class.
“Adrien, I need to talk to you for a moment.”
“Sure Marinette! Mr. D’Argencourt will be a bit late so I have time. What did you want to talk about?”
Taking a deep breath, the teenage girl looked everywhere but at the blond.
“I told Alya about Lila’s lies, and she finally believed me.”
“What? But Marinette, I thought-”
The bluenette raised her hand, interrupting him.
“I know. And that’s actually what I wanted to talk about. I know you wanted to take the high road and all, but I don’t think it’s the right way to handle the situation.” When Adrien opened his mouth to talk, she interrupted him once again. “Please, just, listen to what I have to say.”
The teenage boy closed his mouth and nodded, willing to listen.
“I know that the way you wanted to handle Lila is how you’re used to handling things with the media. And it may work in this situation, but not with Lila. We need to tell our friends that Lila is lying to them, or it could have great consequences. Alya’s credibility would have suffered a lot if she kept posting interviews of Lila lying about her friendship with Ladybug on the Ladyblog.”
She saw Adrien pale at this. He didn’t realize it.
“Nino told me that he would give Lila a demo of one of his movies to give to one of her producer friend instead of entering a contest. I had to send his application myself because we both know that Nino would have never heard back from this supposed producer. Do you understand now why it’s important that we tell them about Lila?”
Paler than she’s ever seen him, Adrien nodded. Good. He was starting to understand that his high road was wrong. Now, on the tougher issue.
“Adrien, tell me… Are we friends?”
The fencer almost jumped at this question. “Wha- Of course, we’re friends! Why would you think we’re not?”
“Then, why did you put Lila’s feelings above mine, your friend? Why didn’t you say anything when she was subtly insulting me and belittling me at every occasion? I know that friendship outside of Chloe’s is new for you. I know that your father doesn’t want you to make a scene, or he would take school away from you, but, Adrien. I wasn’t asking you to make a scene. I was just asking you to actually have my back, just like you said you would. If you were too afraid to stand up to Lila, you could have just asked me if I were ok after class, offer your comfort, you know. Just showing me that you were here and not ignoring me like you’ve been doing every time Lila was bullying me.”
“Is that bullying?”
Marinette gave him a sad smile.
“Yes, Adrien. That’s bullying. Even if she wasn’t saying those things to my face, she was saying them loud enough for me to hear. But, yes, it is bullying. And you standing by, not doing anything, you were enabling it.”
For a moment, the fashion designer thought that the model was going to cry.
“I’m so sorry Marinette.”
“it’s okay. I was just hurt that you would put her above me. Now, I know you’re not doing that. I forgive you. But, you know, Lila’s harassing you too.”
Adrien looked confused at that.
“Adrien, touching you the way she does, without your consent, it’s harassment. You even asked her to stop it, and she didn’t listen.”
The blond gave her a sad smile. “Even if it’s harassment, I can’t really do anything about it. My father would tell me it’s not a big deal and to suck it up.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He shrugged. “I’m used to it by now.” He took Marinette’s hand in his, giving it a little squeeze. “But, Mari, I promise you, from now on, I’ll be there for you. I’m sorry I wasn’t before. I still can’t allow myself to call her out because my father would hear about it and pull me out of school, but I promise to be there for you.”
“Thank you. It means a lot to me.”
She swears that the hug the green-eyed boy gave her almost broke her ribs.
After that, Alya told all their classmates about all the lies Lila told. It was decided after a big meeting with everyone that Rose, the kindest of them all, would talk to Lila about all her lies. The short blonde told the tan girl that she didn’t have to lie to them to make friends with them. That the class forgave her and they would still be her friend if she wanted them.
Unfortunately, Lila didn’t stop lying, but the class still was friends with her. They knew when she was lying and just stopped listening when she was recounting all her grand stories, but apart from that, the class liked her company.
Alya didn’t force Marinette to befriend Lila anymore. Even with the whole class knowing about the lies, the reporter knew that there was too much bad blood between the two girls for them to be friends. At least, the bluenette was civil.
A week or so after her conversation with Adrien, Ladybug was approached by Chat Noir for another heart to heart.
Ladybug was waiting on top of the Arc de Triomphe, where Chat Noir asked her to meet him. It wasn’t a patrol night for either of them and there wasn’t any akuma that night. She couldn’t help but wonder what Chat wanted. She just hoped it wasn’t another declaration of love or him trying to convince her they were made for each other.
“My Lady!”
Chat appeared in front of her, and the bug superhero gasped. The cat-themed hero looked miserable.
“Chat, what’s wrong?!”
Chat bit his lower lip. “I need to apologize, LB. No, please, don’t interrupt me,” he said when Ladybug tried to say something. “Recently, I’ve done some research on harassment because I’ve been told that I was being harassed by a girl, and I wanted to be sure that it was actually harassment. So I looked up what was considered harassment. And I have to apologize because I’ve been harassing you, Ladybug. Even though you told me that you didn’t love me the same way I love you, even though you told me no countless times, I never listened and kept trying to get you to go on a date with me. And for that, I’m sorry.”
“Thank you, Chat.”
Chat Noir smiled. “I promise I’ll do better. I love you, Ladybug. That’s the last time I’m saying it. I won’t flirt during battles anymore. I will take my job more seriously. I’m still convinced that you and I are soulmates and our bond will appear once we reveal our identities, but I will shut up about it and be patient. I swear I’ll be a better partner.”
Soulmates. She had told Chat Noir a number of times that they weren’t soulmates. That if they were, their bond would have manifested upon meeting each other back when they got their miraculous.
Everyone had a soulmate, and each bond was different. Some had the name of their soulmate tattooed on their skin, like Mylène and Ivan. Some had the first or last sentence their soulmate would tell them. Some, like Alya, would have every injury of their soulmate. Some, like Nino, would lose their things, and their soulmate would find it and vice versa.
Nino and Alya were not soulmates, but they still were one of the cutest couples that Marinette had ever met.
There were hundreds of different kind of soulmate bond. Marinette didn’t have anything physical. No tattoo, no bruises that weren’t hers, no doodles on her arms that she didn’t draw, she never found something that wasn’t hers.
Which meant that her soulbond would appear the moment she met her soulmate.
With a smile, she wondered what kind of bond she would share with the person that was meant for her.
For now, though, a year later, at almost fifteen and in her first year of high school, she was again elected as the class president with her best friend as her deputy.
Miss Bustier was still their headteacher and the class was the exact same as it had been for two years now.
And now, a month into the new school year, she had to brainstorm with Alya about their end of the year trip.
And what a trip it would be.
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Hi! Three questions! Sorry, I have so many. Can you tell us more about the relationship between Marinette and the batfamily in Wish me away? Can you tell us more class salt and Adrien salt in Ivy’s sampling? And... Can you tell us more about the daminette relationship in Ivy’s sampling? Please and Thank you.
Hi! Don't apologize! That's perfectly fine OuO
Wish Me Away:
It's hard at first for them all because they have never been around a baby, nor have they cared for a baby. The only one capable is Alfred but they all want to help out with her and get to know her, especially after hearing what she went through. Bruce really tries the hardest as he is now her father after the adoption and everything, and this time he really will get to experience one of his child's childhood with them. So he is taking it very seriously, but it means he's kind of a really big hoverparent.
Dick is in love with little Marietta and can't wait for Barbara to meet her. He tries to show her as much love as his parents gave him growing up in the circus, and he definitely takes her on the trapeze and everything just like his parents said they did with him. He just wants to make her happy.
Jason loves her too, but he's like Bruce, he's very protective of her. If he takes her anywhere he always carries her or has her in a stroller or has her on one of those backpack leash things. He will always go running when he hears her scream, even if he thinks it could be a false alarm or something small like she accidentally bumped into the wall again. He just wants her to feel safe. It's why when she has nightmares, he's one of the only ones that can calm her.
Tim liked to teach her things, he caught on that she was already pretty smart for her age so he takes time out of his day to teach her whatever he can think of. She already can count to ten in French, so they're working on doing it in English. He always makes sure to take breaks. If he sees Mari take an interest in something, he already makes a note to teach her a little something about whatever caught her eye. He wants her to know that no matter what catches her interest, he will be there to support her every step of the way.
Damian took awhile to get used to her and get over his feelings of jealousy but when he did, he felt such love for his little sister. There was a respect for her there after knowing what she had survived. He decided he would be the one to teach her to not bottle up her anger or other negative emotions. So everytime he saw her get angry and throw things he would take her to his room or the library to draw out her frustrations or paint them out. Or he would take her to play fetch with Titus. Or let her "spar" with him. He wanted her to know what his family had taught him over the six years he had been there, it was okay to have emotions, to have anger, and you could always find something else to do than resort to violence.
Alfred took to her the fastest. He was probably the most heartbroken about her situation when Tikki and Plagg explained it so he liked to spend time with her and get to know her. So he baked and let her watch or "help" (he really just put water in a bowl and asked her to stir it) he found she really liked to talk. She knew a lot of words, in French, Mandarin, and English but she did babble like any baby did, and she would babble at him like she was telling a story. Which, he guessed, she likely was, so he would listen and he would ask questions or would hum to let her know he was listening. He wanted Marietta to know she would always be heard in the manor, that she would always have someone who would listen to her.
Ivy's Sapling:
The salt. Adrien's salt is he's getting more aggressive in his passive aggressive ways of "dealing" with Marinette, and her "unwillingness to follow direction." Specifically his directions about the high road. He doesn't realize that he is essentially turning into his father with Marinette. He points out all her faults to her at the end of the day when they talk, he says it's to help her but Marinette knows he's doing it because he can finally tell someone they are wrong.
No matter what she does he always tries to get her alone at the end of the day so they can talk, and he always guilt trips her. Basically saying they won't hang out if she continues in her behavior or he won't be by her side anymore if she can't take the high road and just let Lila be. But then Marinette starts to snap because the class step up from the isolation. They start playing "pranks" on her and basically say they'll stop if she apologizes to Lila for bullying her.
Marinette finally tells Adrien no at one of their daily talks and genuinely asks him what she has done wrong. Tells him to tell her specifically what she has done that is wrong or lying or bullying behavior towards her former friends and/or Lila. When he can't say anything he gets mad and grabs her, he has always been a touchy person but when she tells him to let go, he won't. She gets more mad and demands he give her a reason why she is in the wrong.
Then Adrien yells at her, "Why can't you just keep the peace!? This is my escape from home and you're ruining it! Why can't you just fall in line and keep quiet!?"
That's when Marinette truly understands that Lila had turned all her friends in that class against her. Adrien wasn't with her. He never was probably, he just wanted her to pretend everything was fine and continue to let their friends get hurt and manipulated all so he could continue to have a stress free escape. It doesn't stop after that because he starts to visit as Chat Noir and she thinks that Adrien has talked Chat into being on his side. He's basically starts to threaten her as well and says she really will be all alone if she doesn't stop her attitude and go back to the way she used to be.
Unlucky for him Chloe, Sabrina, Aurore and Mireille had all been in the locker room and heard all of it. Aurore had videotaped it too.
That's how Marinette gets her little squad of friends.
Adrien as Chat gets worse in his advances on Ladybug and starts sitting out on fights, keeps trying to kiss her without her permission, has gone to several papers and said they are dating despite what Ladybug has said, and just in general being a slimy guy.
He's basically becomes another Lila in her life.
The class as a whole, like I said pull pranks on Marinette but it's really just bullying her. They spill things on her, her seat seems to always be wet with something in the mornings, she started to laminate her homework since some came up shredded or stained or soggy, nothing gets left in her locker if she can help it, if it is she makes more booby-trapped things to keep them safe since they go missing or are defaced or just utterly destroyed. And of course Mlle Bustier does nothing about it.
Marinette has tried to step down as class president but Lila convinced the class she is trying to do it to punish them for siding with Lila. Mlle Bustier firmly denies Marinette's request and just continues to lecture her about the Marinette's of the world.
Even despite her friends trying to help her anyway they can and collecting evidence to make a case for the Board of Education, Marinette, no Marigold has enough and moves back to Gotham with the help of Bruce Wayne.
When the class comes back from the weekend and Marinette isn't there, they think nothing of it, they just think she's sick but then Mlle Bustier frowns and goes to the principals. When she gets back she announces that Marinette's parents sent her away and that she has moved, is that the wrong information? Yes! Did Mlle Bustier care and check her facts? No!
The whole class is stunned because they did go to Tom and Sabine and tell them about Marinette's behavior, but they didn't think they would send her away!
Lila is also stunned because she also didn't think they would send her away because they seemed to love Marinette so much, no matter what she did (or didn't do.) Now they had no class president and really she had been trying to keep Marinette in that position because as loathe as she was to say it, the girl was good at it.
Adrien is more mad than stunned. He thinks Marinette was just running away from everything.
Marigold met Damian when she was out buying fabric after she finished getting settled at home with Ivy and Harley that week. He was out walking when she accidentally knocked him over with her shopping bags, of course he was originally annoyed at getting knocked over but he had to at least be polite. He noticed she wasn't from there and well, she was a foreigner with a lot of shopping bags, she was small, and a girl, she would run into trouble whether she wanted it or not. So he decided to play tourguide in a sense and went shopping with her and eventually they went out for a bite to eat at the end of it.
Of course they did end up finding trouble and a couple of thugs tried to rob them. Damian had sighed because really, he had seen it coming, what he didn't see coming was Marigold pushing him behind her, her throwing one of her shopping bags at one of the robbers and while he was distracted she took him and his friends down. When it was all said in done she had checked to make sure Damian was okay. And honestly he had to take a minute to ask himself that too.
That was the start of their friendship.
It took awhile for both of them to admit they had feeling for the other, but it was well into their friendship. Damian had had a good meltdown over the fact she was Ivy's daughter, while she had had one over the fact he was The Damian Wayne. She didn't treat him any differently but she had been shocked and even more determined not to let him pay for their outings like he insisted he should.
The more time they spent together the more they fell for each other. The tipping point was when Marigold finally told him everything that happened back in Paris, about the class and Adrien and Lila, and about being Marinette and Ladybug. He in turn told her about the League and about being an Al Ghul and about being Robin. That's when they started dating.
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Chapter Thirteen: The First Kiss
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As they walked back into the clubhouse, Brooke growled as she saw everyone sitting around drinking. Instantly she was annoyed, they text everyone telling them to be at the table.
“Why aren’t you fuckers at the table” Xavier screamed “don’t none of you check your bloody phones” but instantly regretted shouting as he felt Brooke flinch in his arms. “Shit I’m sorry bumble”
No one expected Brooke to explode.
“I swear to god, listen to your future President and get around the fucking table” Brooke shouted “and if you don’t I swear to god I will rip your balls off”
Everyone froze, completely shocked at the outburst. No one expected Brooke to have a backbone. But here she was taking control of the room. Like the leader she was destined to be.
But no one moved.
“Urm are you guys fucking deaf” Brooke snapped “get your asses moving and get into that room”
Xavier smirked, he loved seeing this side of her, and he could swear he saw some of the prospects piss themselves.
“Nice work kiddo” Craig grinned, kissing the top of Brooke’s head. He was bursting with pride watching his daughter take control of a bunch of grown men.
“Bumble bee, where the hell did that come from?” Xavier grinned pulling Brooke into his side.
“I have no idea, guess I just had a lot of built up anger” Brooke shrugged looking up at Xavier.
“Well I loved it” Xavier hummed in her ear, his lips grazing her ear.
Brooke didn’t know what was happening, but she felt flustered, Xavier was making her feel like a teenager again.
“I will see you in a bit” Xavier smiled kissing the top of her head.
“I don’t think so Mr, I’m coming in with you” Brooke said standing her ground “this is about me so I’m coming to the table”
“Are you sure?” Xavier asked.
“One hundred percent” Brooke nodded.
“Only if you are sure, but promise if it gets too much don’t be afraid to leave” Xavier nodded, leading Brooke into the room.
He took his seat at the table, pulling Brooke into his lap, he didn’t care how it looked to the outside world. He knew that Brooke needed to feel safe and he knew she felt safe in his arms. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, she leaned back into him.
“Okay boys calm down” Alex shouted slamming the gavel down. “So we have an issue. A big fucking issue. Brooke received a text today, threatening her.”
Xavier felt Brooke tense under his arms, so he slipped his hand under the shirt that was his, his fingers brushed against her hip. Just a simple touch helped her visibly relax.
“The bastard that took Brooke knows she is back and he won’t stop until he gets her. Since the text was received we have learned the full extent of Brooke past” Craig said, the pain was evident in his voice.
“We need to plan what we are going to do” Alex nodded “but me and Craig are not leading this”
“Dad what’s going on?” Xavier asked, confused.
“You and James are going to take the lead on this, this will see if you are ready to take over when the time comes. And we both know you will succeed in bringing this bastard down” Craig nodded.
“Damn right we will bring him down” James nodded at Brooke.
“So the first thing we need to do is find out where the hell his compound is , once we have done that I need people to be staking out. I want a full rundown of everything that goes down, what their security is like. Everything. This bastard has intercepted plenty of shipments as well as completely ruining Brooke’s life. I want the stake out to start at seven am so go get some food and rest. Church over” Xavier said taking control.
Everyone started to filter out of the room, Alex placed his hand on Xavier’s shoulder.
“Do us proud son” He nodded before walking out of the room.
Soon enough everyone had left the room leaving Xavier and Brooke alone, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent letting it calm him down.
“I’m proud of you bumble” Xavier whispered, still stroking her skin.
“I couldn’t do it without you” Brooke whispered turning to face him, leaving her straddling Xavier. His hands firmly planted on her hips. “You give me the strength I need”
“I will always be here for you” Xavier whispered, getting lost in her green eyes.
“I know I can’t remember everything about our childhood together but even if they don’t come back I don’t want to focus on the past” Brooke whispered placing her hand on his cheek. “In the short time I’ve been here you have made me feel so safe, like I can face the world with you by my side.”
Taking a deep breath, Brooke took a chance, pressing her lips against Xaviers. As soon as he realised what was happening he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible. He had been waiting for this moment for ages. And he wasn’t going to let it end. Brooke’s fingers tangled in Xavier’s hair. She couldn’t get enough, he tasted like beer, mint and tobacco and it was intoxicating.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting and wanting to do that” Xavier whispered against Brooke lips. “I didn’t want to rush you into anything”
Xavier had no idea what was happening, one kiss and she had turned him into a babbling mess. But he loved it.
“Ever since I came home” Brooke whispered “I thought you were fit and the last couple of days you have made me feel all these feelings, you make me nervous but in a good way”
“Well the feeling is definitely mutual baby” Xavier hummed, kissing her softly again.
“I feel like I can conquer the fucking world with you by my side. You don’t care when I crumble and fall, you have been the one that always picks me up when I’m at my lowest” Brooke whispered resting her forehead against Xavier’s.
He was just about to speak when Brooke’s stomach grumbled making them both laugh.
“Well princess let’s go conquer the fucking world” Xavier smirked “right after we go get you some food”
“Can you make pancakes?” Brooke giggled as Xavier stood up, causing Brooke to wrap her legs around his waist, nuzzling her face into his neck.
Even though Brooke was scared about what could happen with Tom but right now she didn’t care as Xavier carried her through the house, this was going to be the start of something and she had a good feeling about it.
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CEO!Michael x President’s Daughter!Y/N (Michael Clifford Smut Fic)
Summary: (Y/N) is the daughter of the company's president Michael holds the CEO position. They dated a few years back until they broke up due to the long distance. Now, (Y/N) is back, and her father has plans for her. Plans that Michael is absolutely opposed to. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Female Receiving)
The fic contains 2 scenes where marital rape is mentioned. The mentions are not graphic and there is no description of the incident. I have put the scenes in Italics and they are marked with asterisks (****) at the beginning and end of the paragraph.
I actually saw this story in my dream once and I simply had to write it. I hope you like it, I put a lot of work into it.
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"Good morning, Ms. (Y/L/N). Welcome back." My father's secretary greets me as soon as I step out of the elevator. I take off my sunglasses, looking at her with an ironic smile; such a kiss-ass.
"Good morning, Mrs. Venable. My father is waiting for me in the board room. You must be aware of that..." I reply and she nods.
"Of course. That's why I am here. I have specific instructions for guiding you there. You see, we had a little bit of a floor remodeling while you were away." She states, gesturing for me to follow her.
"It was about time we had one." I mumble, following suit behind her. My high heels click against the marble floor, covering whatever chatter talk the secretary has been mumbling as we walk.
"Your father made sure no one is going to bother you during the meeting." She comments, opening the door for me. I nod my head before walking in, being greeted by my father who opens his arms for me.
"(Y/N), sweetheart. Thank you for being here on time." He comments as I hug him.
"Was I ever late when we had a meeting? Let me pour myself some coffee and then we can talk about the important matter that is so important that we couldn't talk about it at home." I sass, reaching for the pot in the center of the table.
"Cutting straight to the matter, I see." He states with a chuckle, making me smirk.
"Learned from the absolute best. Now, let's talk about business. Is this meeting about me being hired on the legal team of the company? Because you really didn't need to make that announcement all fancy like that." I brag just a little, bringing the mug to my lips.
"It is not about that, darling. It is far more important than that." He assures me, making me look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Then what is it, dad?" I ask, causing him to clear his throat.
"Remember the Jophersons?" He asks me and I hum.
"How couldn't I forget? What about them?" I ask, sitting up straight.
"We have been bargaining a partnership. Their company and ours becoming one. It would be huge, we would take over the world market." He explains, far too passionate about it.
"This is exciting, daddy. Do you need my approval as a shareholder? Because you know I would agree with that, even if you didn't ask." I smile at him, patting his hand.
"Well, not nearly. The thing is... Jophersons' youngest son, Edward... You remember him, right? Well, he set a condition or else they pull the offer." He states, making me even more confused.
"Ugh, of course, he would, that sleazy bastard... What did he ask for?" I ask, cringing at the memory of him.
"You know that boy always had a crush on you... He asked... He set a clause that he would allow the partnership under the condition you would agree to marry him." He explains, making my stomach spasm.
"No, not him. No. He has been trying to get me for years. It is a vanity project for him. I am nothing more than a trophy. Daddy, there has to be another way. Not Edward. Not Sleazy Eddy. Please, dad." I panic, feeling the temperature rise.
"(Y/N), listen to me... It is the only way. Please, take a deep breath." He says, standing up and patting my shoulder. I tear up at the thought; he is the typical rich white guy, the type you see on the Bachelor show. He thinks that looks and money make the world revolve around him. He has been 'flirting' with me at every party, always trying to push on the boundaries, always being way too suggestive. It makes me sick, he makes me sick. My father can't really ask me to marry someone I don't like, can he?
"Dad, no... This is inappropriate. This is unacceptable. We don't live in 1950. I am not some kind of exchangeable goods that he can demand on a contract." I hyperventilate, standing up from the chair I was sitting.
"Sit down and lower your damn voice. All this year I have provided you with everything. It is time you finally paid back to the family. You know how important this is for me." He says, way sterner than before.
"You can't be asking me to make that sacrifice. I don't love him, I don't even like him as a human. Please, dad. Anything but that. I will die if I marry him." I plead, feeling my throat convulse. I can barely breathe.
"You are being dramatic. You will marry him and that's the end of it." He sounds way too determined as if he called me here to announce it rather than ask my input.
"You are going to sacrifice my happiness on the money altar?" I ask him, making him scoff.
"You make it sound like an Ancient Greek tragedy. You are not Iphigenia, sacrificing yourself for winds in your father's favor. You are marrying a rich guy, making your family richer and more powerful. You and your children, your children's children, and many generations after yours, are never going to worry about money. Stop pretending you are the victim here." He spits out, looking at me pitifully.
"Not all that matters is money, dad." I state and he scoffs.
"Please... It is easy for you to say that. You think money is not important because you never had to go a day without it. If you think money is not important, you are free to reject the offer and try to live without it." He announces, pointing at the door.
I stare at him in shock, gulping down, and tensing my jaw.
I nod my head, biting my lip.
"Well, it seems like the decision has been finalized way before I was asked." I feel tears brimming in my eyes, sniffling as I try to stop myself from crying.
"Get yourself together and go get ready. We have a meeting at 4, and your engagement will be announced along with the partnership. Make sure you are not late, make sure you look happy." He orders, making me chuckle.
"Of course. We would hate for people to find out I'd rather kill myself before laying in bed with the devil." I state before storming out of the room.
I walk into the bathroom, trying to calm myself before I have a panic attack. My clothes feel awfully tight, constraining my breathing. I feel awful, disgusted by myself, by my family. My father is willing to practically sell me to someone to gain more power. I thought that this is something only happening to girls in 3rd world countries. I feel powerless; my family can't disown me, I have practically nothing, plus their connections would turn their backs on me. And I really can't marry Edward. I can't, I won't. The thought of him disgusts me, to the point of actually feeling like throwing up all over his face. I certainly cannot hope for a white wedding; his intentions for me wouldn't let him.
I press my back against the cold tile wall, sliding down on it. I want to crawl out of my skin, I want to scratch my flesh off my body. I can't be marrying him, but I also cannot reject it. The decision has been taken, my agreement was just fine letters for them.
I think I chose to stay in the bathroom because I felt powerless to move anywhere else. I take a look at myself in the mirror; it is like I am having an out-of-body experience. I don't recognize the woman in the mirror, she doesn't nearly look familiar.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening my purse and reaching for my little makeup bag.
Just a bit of powder to make my eyes look like I haven't been crying my soul out and a little bit of lipstick to add some color to my washed-out complexion. I look better than my father and future husband deserve; had I have the guts, I would show up dressed in rugs.
"You don't look like you went home to change." My father comments as I take a seat by him on the big table in the board room.
"It might be because I didn't. I didn't want to be late for the glorious announcement." I state sarcastically, taking my phone out of my purse.
In walk the Jophersons, the father followed by the eldest and youngest son. Oh, my future husband...
He has the stupidest smirk, the victorious kind he always sports. God, I will have to spend my life with this moron, whose only achievement is being born in a family of old money. He takes a seat across from me, giving me a side smirk as he settles. My stomach stings, every bite of my breakfast crawling up and threatening to fly out of my mouth.
And then he walks in, looking like a million bucks. I haven't thought about the possibility of running into him here, like my brain refused to run down the scenario.
Michael is still the CEO, he still runs the company. My father holds the founder position and the chairman of the board, but Michael is still the CEO here. My mind goes fuzzy around the edges, only focusing on him as his eyes lock with mine.
Now my stomach fills with butterflies, my heart skipping a bit. I haven't seen him for 3 years now, ever since the breakup, but I would be damned if I said I haven't thought of him every day ever since.
"Everyone's here?" My father asks, standing up from his chair. I press my hand against my temples, bracing myself for the impact.
"Shall we begin?" He asks again, fixing the button of his blazer.
"Before we talk about the business part of the meeting, I have an important announcement to make. My beautiful daughter, the most precious part of my heart, and Edward Jopherson are getting married. Everyone present is invited and welcome to the engagement party on Saturday." He announces, making the board clap and cheer, as Ed smirks smugly.
I dart my eyes away, finding Michael looking at me in a state of shock.
I scrubbed and washed my skin away, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling that has seeped in under my skin. I want to lock myself away from the world outside, wishing to build a haven for me where I will be safe and all of this is just a bad dream.
My hair has moistened the fabric of my romp, and my face is as blank as it has never been before. The only lights that I let in are coming from the big window that overlooks the city and the TV that has been playing for hours now, providing some noise that distracts me from going insane.
I sniffle as I wipe my tears away, deciding that a good ol' sob-out is what I need. This is how my life is going to be from now on, I just know it. I don't want the only happiness in my life coming from materialistic stuff, but I know that marrying Edward is only going to give me this kind of happiness. I don't let myself get delusional, thinking that somehow Edward is going to turn out to be some decent guy, a guy that will love and respect me, because I know him for the douche he is. I am going to be a trophy wife for him. A sad, lonely trophy wife.
My doorbell rings, making me jump up from the couch. I walk to the door, fixing my romp and wiping my eyes before I peep through the peephole, finding Michael standing outside my door.
"Who let you in?" I ask him as I open the door.
"Yous still have the same pin. You still have my birthday as your entrance pin." He points out, making me huff.
"Shit... I forgot to change it after coming back. What do you want? You shouldn't be here." I state, gulping the lump in my throat.
"Can I come in?" He asks; it is more of a demand than a request, his tensed jaw moving from side to side.
"You really shouldn't be here." I repeat and he hums.
"Well, I am here." He states, cocking his eyebrow at me. I move from the door, letting him inside my penthouse before closing the door.
"What do you want, Michael?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Why are you marrying him?" He asks me, making me roll my eyes.
"Why do you care? We are not together anymore. We haven't been for years." I protest and he groans.
"I still fucking care and you know it. You were the one who called the end." He snaps, making me chuckle sarcastically.
"I called it quits because we were apart. I was away for my master's and you were here running the company. I was the one traveling to see you. Do you know how many essays I wrote on planes traveling back and forth? You were never visiting, I was tired of you finding excuses. It's been years since, Michael. Stop pretending you care." I shake as I let it out, making him groan at me from deep in his chest.
"I still fucking care about you and you can't change it. Why are you marrying Sleazy Ed? Your stomach turned at the sight of him and now all of a sudden you want to spend your life with the douchebag?" He asks me, raising his voice.
"Stop yelling at me. You know damn well why I am marrying him." I reply, prompting him to look at me a little disgusting.
"You are marrying him for money? Doesn't your family have enough?" He asks.
"I am marrying him to give my father his precious partnership. I am marrying him because there is no other way." I snap at him, making him drop his face and walk closer to me.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asks, voice going soft.
"Ed, set as a clause that I will have to marry him for him to agree on the partnership. You didn't know?" I ask and he shakes his head no.
"He can't do that." He protests and I shrug.
"Apparently he can and he already did. I was exchanged for more power, I was part of the deal. So please, spare me the dramatics right now. I have already maxed out on my tragedy for the day." I say, feeling hollow.
"You can't marry him." He stutters, making me chuckle.
"The other option was destroying the deal, and my parents disowning me and me being left with no one and nothing." I reply, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.
"No, no... You can't marry him... I can't let you marry him." He exasperates, running his hand down his face.
"Michael... It is too late. You were there when the contracts were signed. The partnership is about to start and I am about to go wedding dress shopping for my wedding with Sleazy Ed. It is over for me, Michael. It has been over for us for years, and now it is over for me as well, I will be sad and lonely for the rest of my life." I shrug my shoulders, feeling all my emotions choking me.
"It's not over. It's was never over for us, (Y/N). I haven't stopped loving you and I know you haven't stopped loving me either. I know you haven't, I knew since the moment I saw you in the conference room. This can't be our end." He says, looking at me with the softest look. I can't really breathe; the only thought in my mind right now is somewhat ending up with Michael.
"Don't say things you know that can't be true." I sniffle, causing him to walk towards me, grab my face in his hands, and pull me in for a kiss.
I respond to him, kissing him back as if I depend on it. I remember how much I liked kissing him, I remember every movement of his lips against mine, how warm they felt.
I walk backward until my back meets the wall, and Michael's body presses against mine. I sigh in the kiss, just seconds before his teeth pull on my bottom lip. My hands move to unbutton his shirt, a little eager to feel him whole against my body.
"You can't be marrying him to please your father when you know what I can do with my tongue." He mumbles, lowering his body and wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Are you going to make me feel good?" I ask and he hums, bringing his face to my chest.
"As always, princess." He mumbles, setting me on my bed. He kneels, undoing the belt that holds my romp together. I am left in the matching, silky negligee, which Michael just lifts its hem to my stomach. He pulls my panties to the side, bringing his mouth to my sex.
"Oh, Michael..." I sigh, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I always loved his lips there, he always knew how to make me cum.
His tongue swirls against my clit, before flicking on it fast. My hand lowers to his hair, twisting and gripping on his locks.
"Oh fuck..." I cry, pressing my core more on his face.
He sucks on my bundle of nerves vigorously, bringing his fingers to my entrance. His ring and middle finger circle around my entrance. I turn my head to the side, my eyes falling on the window running along my bedroom. The city looks better than ever right now, the lights reflecting on the glass of my window blurring in and causing lines of highlights to blend in the scenery.
He hooks his fingers up against my spot, making my legs shake and my whole body writhe from pleasure.
"Michael, please... Please, I need more of you, I need all of you." I cry out, making him smile against my core.
"Want me, baby?" He asks, taking his mouth off my cunt, taking a breath as he plants kisses on the inside of my thigh.
"Today... more than ever." I utter, stroking his hair.
"Me too, baby." He smiles, crawling up my body and leaving a trail of kisses from my thighs, to my hipbones, and then all the way up to my neck. He reaches down to unzip his pants, lowering them until he frees his cock. He pulls me closer by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his hips and stroking his cock against my sex.
"You still like it raw, baby?" He asks, nibbling on my ear lobe.
"Only from you." I whimper and he chuckles. My hands go to his biceps as he tries to slip inside me.
When he does, he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to him after all this time. His hand goes to the side of my face, stroking his fingers over it as I whimper softly and try to accommodate to him.
"Please, make love to me... This might be my last time experiencing that." I plead, making him shake his head.
"It won't be, princess. I won't allow it." He assures me, pressing his lips against mine.
I part my lips, letting him slide his tongue in my mouth and deepen the kiss, just as he starts thrusting faster. I feel him stretch my walls as he moves, which makes me moan and moves against him. His thumb grazes over my cheek, soothing me while he pounds in me harder, angling up to hit my spot just right.
I moan against his lips, throwing my head a little back and causing his lips to move on my chin.
"Princess..." He mumbles softly, his voice huskier than before.
"Don't stop." I beg, moving my hips against his.
"I won't... I won't stop, baby. I missed you, I missed us." He breathes out, his breath fanning against my skin.
"Oh, Michael... You know my body too well. I am so close." I whine, touching his face with my fingertips. I bring his face to mine, connecting our lips as he thrusts in and out of me, making my eyes flicker at how good he feels inside me.
The knot in my stomach snaps, making me groan as I orgasm around him, twitching underneath him.
"Fuck, I had forgotten how good you feel cumming around me." He hisses, tilting my head to the side, and latching his lips on my neck.
"There must be a way you can avoid marrying that douchebag and not breaking the deal." Michael comments as I walk back to my bed after cleaning up.
"No, there isn't. And I don't want to talk about it right now." I reply, sighing as I sit on the bed.
"This was a mistake..." I mumble, feeling tears forming in my eyes.
"You regret it?" He asks me worried.
"Not a second of it. I just... I will never be as happy as I was on this bed with you. And tonight only makes living with Ed seem harder. So, tonight shouldn't happen again. Because if it happens again, it will only highlight how sad my life with him is going to be." I sob, making him kneel in front of me.
"Let me stay tonight. Let me hold you in my arms, let me take you in, one last time. If this is goodbye, we deserve a proper one, we deserve a soft one." He says, making me nod as my lips pout and twitch and my eyes fill with tears.
"Hey, hey... Don't cry. Tonight we pretend all of this is not happening and that we will be alright." He says softly, peppering my face with kisses.
"I always thought I would be marrying you. I always saw myself having children with you, living in a beautiful house by the sea, with a huge garden, kinda like a field." I state as Michael pulls me to lay on the bed, pressing my back against his chest.
"The house sounds dreamy. How many children?" He asks me, strumming his thumb over my hip.
"3. Two boys and a girl."
"Two Michaels and one (Y/N), huh? Well, I want 4. And a bunch of dogs." He replies and I giggle.
"This is just a dream." I say under my breath.
"I know. But dreams do come true, you know..." He plants a kiss on my shoulder.
"Rarely." I add and he chuckles.
"I promise to make this one come true. Even if it means moving heaven and earth to make it." He tries to assure me, making me smile at how naive this is.
The house is full of people; people I don't know, people I don't care to meet.
All I care about is the fact that Edward has been walking around, with his hand on my lower back and a smile on his face, introducing future Mrs. Jopherson to the invitees. I have been drinking the whole night, trying to numb myself, disassociating from all of this.
I hate his touch, I hate the feeling of him close to me, I hate the sound of his voice. I hate everything, and this is supposed to be only the beginning of it.
"I have to go freshen up... Excuse me for a sec." I remove myself politely from the company, walking away as fast as I can.
I can't wait for the event to be over and I get to go home, lock myself in my apartment, away from everyone, away from my parents, away from my fiance.
I let myself into the upstairs guest bathroom, locking the door behind me before I sit on the lid of the toilet.
I fidget with my fingers, trying to breathe normally; I didn't think of what I would do once I was away from the people in the party, only focusing on a way to just go away.
The knock of the door startles me, making me jolt in my seat and gasp.
"Occupied." I call, hoping whoever it is will fuck off elsewhere and leave me alone.
"Michael." He responds, almost whispering.
I stand up, walking to the door, and unlocking it to let him in.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, closing the door.
"I wanted to check on you." He says, shrugging his shoulders.
"I mean at the engagement party. Why are you here?" I ask and he sighs.
"It is painful. But it is way more painful for you. And I didn't want to leave you here alone. I know you are alone in this house tonight, and I wanted you to have someone here for you tonight. Plus, your father invited everyone and I think people would notice if I wasn't here." He replies, making me gulp the knot in my throat and nod my head.
"I hate it here..." I sniffle and he cups my face in his hands.
"Hey, hey... No crying. He doesn't get to make you cry. You are going to make it through this, I am going to help you any way I can." He mumbles, making me look at him.
"You have to go. We agreed we wouldn't..."
"I am not here to take advantage of you. I am here because I could tell from across the room you were about to meltdown... And I didn't want you to make anything stupid." He replies, making me chuckle.
"I wouldn't. The deal would be off." I joke, laughing and making Michael join me in.
"You are the love of my life. I love you, more than anything in the world." He says, looking at me in the eye.
"It is time to stop. It is time you find someone else to love... It is ok, you can't wait for me forever." I assure him but he shakes his head.
"You can't tell who to love or for how long. I gave you my heart way back, and it is yours to keep. I will be waiting for you because you are getting out of it." He states, pressing his lips on my forehead.
"I'll go downstairs now. Try not to take too long." He mumbles, stroking my cheek before he turns away.
Sooner than I anticipated, the night before my wedding arrived. My parents and future in-laws through a big rehearsal dinner, where my future husband decided that PDA was essential. I nearly vomited 3 times during the hour-long dinner, really putting my acting skills to full capacity to avoid showing off how much I wanted to die.
I could only feel gratitude the moment I walked into my apartment. My parents wanted me to stay at the family house my last night as Ms. (Y/L/N), my mother for sentimental purposes, so she could be there for her little girl on the final night she would sleep alone, and my father just to make sure I wouldn't run away. But he settled on me going to the family house bright and early, accompanied of course by a bunch of his guards.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey, petrified by daylight coming in soon. I thought about escaping, I am not going to lie, but I have nowhere and no one to go to. At my father's command, everyone will cut me off if I disobey him.
I thought about running to Michael; I know he will be there waiting with open arms. But he is going to lose his job and have a similar fate to mine, being turned down by everyone he asks for a job from. I know how hard he has worked to get where he is, and I would never, ever do that to him. He was at the rehearsal, looking at me silently from his spot, enduring the torture of seeing me with another man.
My doorbell rings and I rush to it, my heart skipping happily; I knew he would come.
I open the door and find Michael behind it, just as I expected. I fall in his arms, making him wrap them around me tightly.
"I knew you would come..." I mumble, refusing to let him go. He still holds onto me as we walk in, closing the door behind him.
"I can't stay away from you." He replies, pushing my chin up so he can kiss me.
"You are the only person I wanted to see tonight. No one else." I state in between kisses, making him hum.
"I know. I could feel it." He mumbles, cupping my face in his hands.
"Are you going to stay with me?" I ask, looking at him pleadingly.
"I can't leave you... I can't..." He breathes out, picking me up to carry me to my bed.
His hands work fast to bare me of my clothes, while his lips trail my skin. His hands touch me everywhere, making me chill at the sensation.
"I love you... I love you so much..." He mumbles, looking up at me.
"I love you too... More than anything in the world." I reply, making him smile at me softly.
His lips move to my neck while he thrusts inside me, taking my hands in his. I gasp, closing my eyes to focus only on how good he feels inside me. He kisses my jawline, breathing against my skin as he moves inside me.
"I love you..." He repeats, bringing his lips on mine. He kisses me deeply, squeezing harder on my hands as he bucks his hips against mine, angling up to hit my spot.
I kiss him back just as deeply, bringing my hand to twist in the hair on the end of his head. My thigh is pressed against his side, trying to hold my body closer to his as he thrusts harder, making me pulse around his length.
"You feel so good." I breathe out, throwing my head back. One of his hands leaves mine, traveling down to my hip and tracing soft patterns on it as he holds onto me.
"I will never get enough of you... All of you and all of me belong together." He utters, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I moan in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing together as I bite my bottom lip. I feel warm and loved underneath him, something that my body has been aching to experience again.
I buck my hips up against his, riding on him to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck, do that again." He whines, face morphing into his familiar pleasure expression.
"What? Move my hips like that?" I ask, rolling them against him.
"Fuck... Fuck... I wanna cum..." He hisses, pounding on top of me.
"Not yet... Not yet, please... I wanna cum with you. And I just need a little more to get myself there. Please..." I whimper, gasping as I feel his tip press against my cervix.
His veins are pulsing against my walls, his thrusts are becoming sloppier and sloppier each passing second, showing me he is achingly close to his high. But he keeps himself from coming, biting his lip and digging his nails into my skin. I want him to leave a mark, I want him to mark me as his own so that I will have to walk down the aisle wearing his touch under my designer wedding dress.
"You are pulsing around me... You are milking my cock, princess." He slurs, panting as he fucks me deeper with every move of his hips.
"Michael..." I cry out, arching my back off the mattress. He scoops his arm under my waist, holding me close to him as he gives me a couple of final thrusts before I shriek and cum around him, screaming his name as I clutch onto him as if he is the most precious part of my soul; which he certainly has been, currently is, and always will be.
With the final thrust, he glues on me, holding me down and resting his head in the curve of my neck while he cums inside me, making me feel warm, full, and safe.
"Go pack a bag." He orders as he calms down from his orgasm, flopping with his back against the bed.
"What?" I ask, resting my head against his chest and taking his hand in mine.
"Go pack a bag, just a few clothes, and necessities. Let's leave. Now. Please, let's leave together." He begs, making me hum bittersweet.
"And where do you think we should go?" I ask, knowing better than him that there isn't a plan for this escape.
"I don't know. We will get in a car together, drive to a different state, and take a plane elsewhere. I have qualifications, experience, I will find another job. And we will get a house by the sea, with a big garden, just as you pictured it. Please, go pack a bag." He looks at me like a puppy, his eyes sparkling.
"My father is going to fight you, no one will hire you. He has power, money, influence. He knows politicians, he is going to make sure you and I suffer if we oppose and cancel the deal. No one is going to hire you, nor me."
"I don't care, I will work at McDonald's, I will flip burgers... I just want to be with you. Run away with me." He presses on me, running his thumb over the back of my hand.
"You are going to hate me for the rest of your life. You worked too hard to get where you are right now. If you throw it all away for me, you are going to hate me. Maybe not the first months, or the first couple of years, but 3 or 4 years in, when we will be staying in a tiny apartment and we won't be able to afford to have a baby, and the bills are going to be piling up, you are going to despise me, you are going to curse the moment you suggested we run away and I said yes. So, since I want you to remember me with love and not hatred, I have to say no." I explain and he sighs.
"(Y/N), please." He begs, voice cracking.
"Mikey, baby... I love you. And turning this down is even harder than getting married to Sleazy Ed tomorrow evening, so, please don't ask me again." I reply, leaving a peck on his chest. I am oddly calm while I let the words out, my soul feeling at peace as I realize I am doing what's best for everyone.
"I could never hate you. Never. Even if we lived in a cardboard, underneath a bridge. And sacrificing what I have right now, it will be a lot easier than watching you become his wife." He replies, hugging me to his body.
"Don't come to the wedding tomorrow. Putting on the whole show is going to be a lot harder if you are there. I don't want you going through that." I almost beg him.
"I think everyone will notice I am missing. We did so well hiding our relationship while we were together, let's not give them suspicions. Plus, I can't leave you there alone." He says soothingly, rubbing down my arm.
****"I... Tomorrow night, he is going to..." I begin but he shushes me.
"If he touches you, if he lays his hands on you, in any way, I will kill him myself. I swear to God and anything sacred." He looks at me in the eye, hissing a threat I know he can't bring to life.
"We know the only reason he put that clause in the contract is just to get in my pants. He couldn't ask for a night with me, that would show his true colors to my father, to his father, to everyone on both boards. He has been trying to fuck me for years, I have been turning him down every time and that pissed him off. If I don't give him what he wants, he will only become more obsessed. So, tomorrow night, when he thrusts in me for less than 3 minutes, I am going to close my eyes and think of you, and all of the times you made me feel ethereal, like a goddess on Earth." I reply, smiling at him softly.
"He is going to..." He begins but I press my finger on his lips.
"He doesn't have power over me. I'll give him what he wants and he will be disinterested, move back to fucking everyone with a pussy between their legs." I reply and he groans; I feel his anger, his frustration, his helplessness, and I have been there when I first realized what would happen after the wedding. You see, putting on a dress and saying "I do" is going to be just the beginning. And the beginning is the easiest in this scenario.
"You are the bravest person I know. You have bigger balls than any motherfucker I know." He states and I sigh.
"Yeah, I know." I reply, raxing my back and yawning. ****
"A week from tomorrow, at 9 pm, you come to find me at the hotel we used to go when we were hiding from everyone. I will text you the room number at 8:30. Come find me." He instructs and I huff.
"Are we running away from there?" I ask him, causing him to shake his head.
"No. Not yet, at least. It will be just you and me for a couple of hours, a bit of sensitization for both of us, because I know we will both be out of our bodies until then. I will be your haven, your safe space for a few hours, and you will be my happiness, the only thing that will keep me from losing it." He explains, making me tear up a little.
"We will meet weekly." I suggest and he hums.
"More frequently if we need it. You will just text me, or I will just text you and we will meet at the hotel whenever we need it." He kisses the top of my head, breathing steadily.
"I love you." I utter, lacing my fingers with his.
"I love you too, pretty girl." He whispers, making warmth spread on my body.
"You look so pretty, (Y/N)... You are the most beautiful bride I have seen." My father smiles as he walks into the bridal suite. He is supposed to walk me down the aisle, deliver me to the douchebag I am supposed to marry in just a few minutes.
"Stop, stop with this bullshit, we both know I look nothing like myself. Not even close. We both know that this facade is not pretty..." I rumble, feeling like giving myself one last chance to walk out of this free.
"(Y/N), you are being dramatic. I swear to God, if you pull that crap in front of everyone, I will make you regret it." He threatens. My chest tightens and I decide that attack is not the best strategy.
"Dad... Daddy... That man... You know that man is going to torture me. I don't love him, dad. He is going to make me unhappy. Please don't throw my life away. Please, dad... You are the only one with the power to stop it. Please, dad..." I beg, looking at him for a reaction.
"Everyone is waiting for us, Mrs. Jopherson." He replies, linking my arm with his. I nod my head and wipe away my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm myself down.
"Yes, sir. Let's go offer everyone a show." I say coldly, putting on my brave face.
I counted the seconds until the day I would see Michael arrived. I lied to the house personnel that I would be heading to the gym in case Edward asks my whereabouts and drove to the hotel as fast as I could, feeling jittery about seeing him again.
There were mere seconds between me knocking on the door and him opening it, smiling at me. I fall in his arms, breathing in his scent to ground myself to reality. He is here, and I am here, and this is real, more real than what happened in the past week.
He pulls me inside and I push the door closed with my foot.
"I missed your pretty face... I missed you so much." He whispers, peppering my face with kisses.
"Not more than I did." I assure him, cradling his face in my hands and kissing him deeply.
****"Did he touch you? Are you ok?" He asks after we pull away, holding me by my shoulders.
"He was too drunk to do anything on the first night. We stayed in a hotel suite and the moment he was off, I went and booked myself a room. I stayed there all night and only saw him in the morning. We went for lunch with my parents and his, spent most of the day there. We got home at night and he... It lasted 3 minutes and 37 seconds... I know, I counted them. He rolled to the side, mumbled something to himself. And then he fell asleep. I slept in a guest room, woke up super early just to go back to his bed. After that, he didn't bother with me. He got what he wanted. I am sleeping in a different room than him now. He doesn't seem to mind." I state, making him close his eyes and draw a breath, trying to contain himself. ****
"Hey, hey... I am alright. Can we please, stop talking about it now? This whole safe haven thing is not going to work if we are constantly talking about him." I ask, stroking his cheek, as he nods his head at me.
"I picked up some Asian food from the place near my house. I got you extra dumplings because I know you like them." He says, pointing to the bag that is resting on the table nearby.
"You know, my excuse for tonight was that I was going to the gym. I can't go back home blotted from dumplings." I joke and he hums.
"Well, if you'd like... I can help with burning the extra calories..." He smirks, making me roll my eyes at him.
"I was really hoping you would... I have been thinking of you touching me nearly every day since the last time." I place my hands on the sides of his neck.
"I was thinking... Maybe... I don't know, the weekend after this one, maybe we could go on a little trip. On a little cabin in the woods, away from everyone... If you want to of course." He suggests, stroking my hair and twisting a lock of it between his fingers. My head is on his chest, his skin still a little damp with sweat from having sex a few minutes before.
"I will have to find an excuse and we should definitely not meet during the next week, just for precaution, but it sounds magnificent." I state, supporting my body on my elbows to be able to look at him a little better.
"We will leave on Friday afternoon. I'll pick you up from your old apartment. And we will drive there. Hopefully, we will make it there before night falls and we will have dinner under the stars. Just you and me, miles away." He states, running his knuckles down my back.
"Why are we meeting here?" I ask and he looks at me with confusion.
"What do you mean?" He asks me back.
"I still have my old apartment. We can meet there, it will feel more... homey, I guess." I suggest and he chuckles.
"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" He asks me and I shake my head at him.
"Ed doesn't know about the house, and my parents don't have keys. I have no neighbors, I live in the penthouse... Getting caught is no valid worry." I respond and he hums.
"Ok then... Next meeting will be at your house." He replies, pressing his lips on my forehead.
The housekeeper leaves the plate before me, making me smile at her politely. Edward has been scrolling on his phone, which is a huge relief for me. He barely ever talks to me while he is at home, which is torturing. He married me to prove he could, and he plans on spending our married life just keeping me incarcerate in a life of nothing.
"My best friend from college is coming from Spain next weekend. We are thinking of going to Miami for the weekend to catch up. Girls weekend out and stuff." I state, picking up my glass of wine.
"And you are telling me this because...?" He asks, not raising his gaze from his phone.
"Just to let you know I will be gone next weekend. Friday to Monday morning." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Yeah, have fun. Try not to make a big fool out of yourself." He replies, making me press my tongue against my cheek and swallow my anger.
"Thanks. Try not to catch too many STDs while I am gone." I roll my eyes, sipping on my wine.
Friday came and I couldn't wait to get out of the house. If sneaking around with Michael in hotel rooms makes me feel free, that feeling of freedom becomes a thousand times intenser now that we are going away from all that.
Michael pulls into the parking under my old apartment, making me jump in excitement. I skip to the car, throwing my duffel bag in the backseat before slipping in the front.
"Hi, baby." He greets, smiling at me. I lean closer to him, pressing my lips against his for a quick peck, which he turns into a deeper, proper kiss by gripping onto the back of my head and prying my lips apart with his tongue.
"Ready for our trip?" He asks as we part, making me squeal excitedly.
"I have never been more ready about anything in my life" I reply, relaxing back into my seat.
"The little cabin is absolutely beautiful. It has a fireplace and a cozy bedroom. And a little hot tub on the balcony, which has a breath-taking view. You are going to love it." He says, driving out of the parking.
"Pity I didn't pack a swimsuit..." I pout, picking up the coffee cup from the cup holder.
"You can go naked. I don't mind... Nothing I haven't seen before, nor I don't want to see... I mean. Babe, you have a body to kill for." He replies, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I packed a suit, unfortunately for you. Just in case... Plus, my whole excuse was that I will be going to Miami. I had to pack some bikinis for cover-up." I bring my hand to stroke his hair, making him groan in disappointment.
"What do I have to do to convince you to go in naked?" He asks, making me lick my lips.
"Well, did you pack wine with you?" I ask back, cocking an eyebrow at him.
"Rosé and Red. I know my girlfriend..." He replies, bringing my hand to his lips.
"Shall we put on some music? Let freedom begin?" I ask, bringing my phone out of my pocket.
"Let the freedom begin, princess." He smiles at me, almost as excited as I am.
We reach the little cabin just before sunset, the whole scenery looking idealistic with the light surrounding it.
"Let's leave the luggage in the car and go to the reception for the key." He suggests, parking the car as I stretch my body.
"Didn't you make a reservation?" I ask and he nods.
"I did. But we need to pick up the keys and leave some identification." He explains, opening his door and getting out. I follow his lead, walking by his side and locking arms with him. He leans in, pecking my temple softly. I smile and lean my head against his arm, feeling calm for the first time in a while.
We walk into the little reception, small enough to fit only the desk and the back room.
"Hi. We have a reservation. Under the name Clifford." Michael says to the woman behind the desk. She smiles at us while he takes out his ID.
"Mr. and Mrs. Michael Clifford, you reserved the house up the hill." She replies, checking Michael's ID.
"That's us. Did the payment go through?" He asks and the lady nods.
"Of course. Give me a second to make a copy and hand you the keys." She says, moving to the back room.
"Mr. and Mrs. Michael Clifford?" I ask, making him shrug.
"I like the sound of it. Don't you?" He asks me and I hum.
"I love it. This weekend I am Mrs. Clifford." I state, my heart fluttering at the sound of it. I lean up, pressing a kiss on his lips while the smile still spreads on my face.
"Well, Mrs. Clifford... What do you want to do once we are in our cabin?" He asks me, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
"I wanna have some wine with my husband, in front of the fireplace. Little to no clothing." I reply and he moans.
"It sounds like a plan..." He replies, kissing the tip of my nose.
"A good plan, I hope." I place my hand on top of his chest.
"The best plan I've heard in years."He assures me, taking my hand in his.
After picking up the keys, Michael and I got into the car and drove up the hill where our cabin is. It looks like a typical cabin in the wood, with log walls and a front porch with comfortable seats. I carry my bag inside after Michael unlocks the door, and I walk in the coziest little living room, with a big sofa and a perfect fireplace.
It is perfect, the total opposite of where we usually go.
I walk up the staircase, leading to an open-plan bedroom. It is rustic, to say the least, but totally warm and homey. I leave my bag in the little armchair across the bed, smiling to myself as I imagine my weekend here with the love of my life. I was right; this is absolute freedom and I can picture myself living here forever with Michael, even if it isn't the dream house by the ocean I always pictured ourselves in.
"Are you ok, love?" Michael asks, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around me.
"I have never been better. This is oneiric, my love. I feel free." I take a deep breath, feeling my body relaxing finally.
"I'll go start the fire. Wanna take a shower and freshen up?" He asks, kissing down the curve of my neck.
"I'll be right downstairs. Crackers and cheese with the wine... My stomach is grumbling..." I pout as I turn around, making him hum.
"You are hungry, bub?" He asks, raising my hoodie before kneeling down to kiss my stomach.
"Very... But also I feel filthy after all those hours in the car. So, I need to go clean up." I stroke his hair, smiling down at him.
"Filthy girl..." He mumbles, standing up and pressing his lips against mine.
"Go. I will need warmth after the shower. Go start the fire, pour the wine, plate the cheese and crackers. Maybe have a shower too after the fire and before doing the rest. The car ride made you greasy..." I press my thumb on his bottom lip, pulling it down a bit, enough to reveal his bottom teeth before I press a peck on it.
"And what are you going to do if I do everything?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"Look pretty, smell great, be soft... So soft... Silky soft..." I say between kissing his neck in between kisses.
"Fine... Go shower." He moans, throwing his head back.
Michael enters the bathroom right the moment I am wrapping my towel around my body.
"Fuck, I missed all the fun." He sighs, making me chuckle.
"We have a whole weekend to shower together." I remind him and he hums.
"The fire is ready. I'll do the rest after the shower, just as the princess requested." He mumbles, stripping off his clothes.
"You such a good boy for me... I will have to reward you for that..." I state, licking my lips as I watch his naked body.
"What do you have in mind?" He asks, turning to look at me.
"You know I am very good with my mouth... And not just for talking in court." I give him a wink, before walking out of the bathroom and letting him slip in the shower.
He was quick in his shower, soon moving downstairs to set up our little date and giving me time to dress up for him. Usually, when we meet in the hotel room, I am dressed in sports clothes, to cover my gym alibi. So now it is the perfect time for me to dress up for him, finally.
So, I slip in my little babydoll, with the nice panties and garter belt underneath, tying it all together with my silky romp with lace details.
I walk downstairs, finding Michael sitting by the fireplace already, 2 glasses of wine before him.
"Well, that's quite the setup..." I comment, waiting for him to bring his focus on me. He averts his gaze to me, his face lighting up as he scans me. He stands up, walking his way towards me. He stares at me for a while, before his hands move to the belt of my romp. He tugs at it, looking at me for permission, which I grant by just nodding. He undoes it, letting the cover-up fall from my body. He looks at me in my babydoll, blinking a couple of times before running his hands down my sides.
"Don't you look like a doll..." He comments, picking up my romp from the stairsteps.
"You like it?" I ask, making him hum.
"You look like a painting, my love." He replies, helping me walk down the remaining stairs.
We walk to the fireplace, where he hands me a glass of wine.
"If you get cold, you can always dress up. It is enough for me knowing what's under the romp."
He states, clinging his glass with mine while still staring at me.
"It is actually very warm in here. Plus the wine is going to heat me a lot. So, I might strip down eventually." I reply, taking a sip from my wine. He breathes heavily, his chest moving visibly with every breath he draws in, while he gulps thickly.
"Shit... I don't deserve you..." He shakes his head, running his hand down his face.
"You deserve all of me." I assure him, moving closer to him, cupping his jaw in my hand before I kiss his lips. He tastes like his last gulp of wine, which makes me hazy, craving him more as I swipe my tongue between his teeth.
He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body until I straddle him.
"Wanna christen the cabin, princess?" He asks me, moving his lips from my lips to my chin and then down my neck.
"What do you think, daddy?" I ask, breathing hard already.
"You make me feel more intoxicated than all the wine in the world, my love." His breath fans against my skin, making me feel goosebumps spread on my body.
"Michael..." I moan, feeling his hands stroking over my thighs slowly.
"I know, baby. I need you too. Just as badly, if not more..." He whispers, kissing my neck hungrily.
"Let me strip for you. I haven't done it in a while..." I ask, gasping under his touch.
"Go ahead, baby. Do it slowly, let me take it in." He requests, leaning back as I stand before him. I watch the flames in the fireplace dance around, taking the tempo from them while I sway for him and touch my body, keeping eye contact as he drinks his wine and watches me as I toy with the straps of my babydoll.
I lower the left one, letting the garment drop a little from my chest. I watch him sit up a little, licking his lips as his face becomes a little redder. I drop the other one now, letting it fall completely. I am now standing bare-chested before him, left only in my garter and my panties, contrasting against my skin.
"Let those on. I like them..." He says, moving near me. He brings me to lay with my back against the fuzzy carpet, hovering above me before he brings his lips to my chest. He kisses my body softly, every now and then bringing the tip of his tongue to lick the imprint his lips left as he trails them down towards my navel. He leaves a couple of hickeys, softly sucking on my skin to mark it in the prettiest colors.
"Lower... Lower... Please..." I moan, feeling a tingling sensation between my thighs.
"Lower? Here?" He asks, kissing an inch above the hem of my panties.
"Lower..." I plead, tangling my fingers in the fuzz of the carpet.
"Here?" He asks, lowering my panties and kissing my pussy, inches above my clit.
"A little lower. Please, don't tease me like that..." I beg, becoming frustrated over the whole thing.
"There... Fuck... There." I cry out, right as his lips wrap around my clit. He hums, pleased by my reaction to him, while he circles his tongue around the tip of it.
"Oh Michael..." I moan, as his fingers trace down my outer lips. He parts them, slipping 2 of his fingers inside me and hooking them up against my post. He pumps them against it, making me tremor in surprise.
"You taste so good, princess." He whispers, leaning his head against my thigh and flicking his tongue against my clit repeatedly and slowly, sending a wave of electricity down my spine.
"You are so freaking good at this." I exclaim, arching my back as he goes back to sucking on my clit. He rolls it between his teeth softly, causing a little pain to mix with the pleasure.
"Please, please, give me your cock. Fuck me, please." I plead, causing him to chuckle against me, sending vibrations all over my body.
"Mikey, I am begging you. Enough foreplay. I need you." I stutter, trembling as he continues his sweet, sweet torture.
He swirls his tongue between my folds, moving his tongue slowly. I hate him for what he is doing oh so well.
"Please, daddy. I'll do whatever you want. Please." I beg one last time, throwing out my final hope. His shoulders move in satisfaction before he kisses his way away from my core. He still pumps his fingers inside me, while his other hand works on freeing his cock from his clothes.
He doesn't stop brushing my spot with his fingertips until they get replaced by his throbbing length.
He thrusts deep inside me, holding onto my legs and pushing them closer to my chest to gain deeper access to my sex. My stomach rises and falls as I take him, whining at how good he feels inside me.
"What, princess? I thought you wanted my cock? Now you are whining?" He asks cockily. My gaze falls on the way his cock thrusts in and out of me, which makes me mesmerized, totally indulged in the sight.
"No, no... It feels good. It feels too good." I reply, bringing my hand to my face and biting onto it. He pulls it away from my face, pinning it by the side of my face.
"You can scream all you want, baby. No one is going to complain." He smirks, bringing my other hand over my head and pinning it there along with the other.
"The whole weekend with you, fucking me, sleeping next to me, spending all the time with me. I can just cum by the thought alone." I whimper, bucking my hips on his.
"I know, baby. It makes me lose it too. Just thinking about sleeping in the same bed with you for 3 nights in a row... Fuck." He hisses, pounding in me harder. I shriek, pulsing around him, the need to grip onto him becoming bigger with each thrust.
"It feels right. All of this feels right. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much... Oh, do that again." I rumble, toes curling and body arching completely off the carpet.
"I love you too, dove. But I need you to stop moving your body so I can fuck you properly." He orders, putting his weight on me to stop me from moving. He still fucks me hard, fast, restlessly. He puts his all in every thrust, gasping as he moves against me. My hands twitch, trying to grip onto anything, really, but without any success.
"Mikey, I might... Fuck, I wanna cum." I press my lips together, face tensing as I get closer and closer to my high.
"Yeah, I can feel you, princess. Go ahead, cum for me (Y/N)... Cum around me, pretty girl." He encourages me, letting go of my hands. I instantly reach for his biceps, raking my nails down his skin, leaving red stripes on his arms.
"Fuck." He hisses, giving me the strongest pound yet. My eyes roll back and I become undone, screaming in pleasure at the top of my lungs. It is like pure ecstasy running inside my veins, making my whole body alert, sensitive to his touch.
"Baby... You are milking me dry..." He hisses, grasping my face and making me look at him.
"Are you going to cum inside me, daddy? Are you going to fill me up?" I ask, gasping for air. My orgasm is only becoming intenser as he thrusts inside me in pursue of his own high.
"If you call me daddy again, I might." He says through gritted teeth, making me smirk at him.
"Daddy..." I moan, causing him to growl before cumming inside me after 2 short thrusts.
He is a sweaty, gasping mess as he collapses by my side. I look at the flames in the fireplace as I lay my head on his chest, feeling my body totally relaxed.
"Well, Mrs. Clifford... What is in that pretty mind of yours?" Michael asks me as he kisses the top of my head.
"Nothing. For the first time in a while, I have nothing to think of. Everything just... flows." I reply, tracing my fingers down his chest.
"Well, to be honest, I am thinking of what to have for breakfast." He states and I chuckle, pressing a kiss on his collarbone.
"Now I am thinking about that too... Definitely something loaded with cheese. Preferably Parmesan cheese." I suggest and he hums.
"We will ask at the reception what's the perfect breakfast place in the area." He says, stroking my back.
"Maybe we can go hiking after breakfast. And find a little store to buy stuff for dinner. I wanna
cook for you..." I offer and he smiles.
"We should do that." He murmurs. I cup his jaw, bringing my lips to his before sitting up and slipping my babydoll on. I pick up our glasses, leaving his on the floor by him as he pulls his sweats on.
"I am famished. I need those crackers and cheese asap." I smile, taking a sip from my wine.
"Did I wear you down, princess?" He asks, with a cocky smirk on his lips.
"I could do this all night, pretty boy. I just need to fill up." I shrug and he hums.
Morning comes and I wake up in Michael's hug, which seems to be my happy place since I just woke up with the biggest smile on my face.
He is still asleep, his lips parted as he snores softly. The sun hits the bed from the little circular window above it, making the bed a lot warmer now.
I like to pretend that this is my everyday life, that every morning I get to wake up next to him, that we live in this cabin, and we make love by the fireplace, and no one else but us exists. But I know Monday will come and I will return home, to a man I don't love and doesn't love me, to a life I despise, to a life which sole happiness is my weekly meetings with the only man who loves me more than I love him.
It is no time to be sad, however. I have the whole weekend to take advantage of the fact I am Mrs. Clifford, live in my little fantasy.
"Mr. Clifford..." I sing, trying to wake Michael up.
"Mr. Clifford. Wake up..." I nudge him softly, straddling his waist as he stirs a little, groaning in his sleep.
"Mr. Clifford, your wife is hungry, she needs you awake." I say softly, making him smile as he opens one eye.
"My wife..." He says groggily, smiling at me.
"Your wife. Me... I am registered as Mrs. Clifford for the weekend." I explain and he hums.
"I would pay all my fortune for this to be real." He says, still between sleep and awareness.
"It is real, and your very real wife is really, really hungry. So, up and let's get going." I suggest and he hums.
"Can we stay in bed a little longer?" He asks, taking my hand in his.
"No, I am hungry, Mikey. I've been up for half an hour now. And I need to fill my stomach. Please..." I pout, earning a groan from him.
"Ok, go get ready. We will go get some breakfast, then hiking, as my lady requested last night, and then shopping for dinner. Dress warmly. Can't say no to my wife, can I?" He asks, sighing in defeat.
"I don't think you can." I lean down, planting a kiss on his lips before getting up from the bed.
"Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Clifford... Up so early?" The lady from the front desk greets us as we enter the reception.
"Oh, the wife is starving. We were wondering where in the area we could go for breakfast." Michael replies, running his thumb over my hip softly.
"And any places we could go for a hike after breakfast? This scenery is worth exploring..." I comment and she hums softly.
"I will give you a map of the area. There is a diner near a hiking trail, you will need to take your car and leave it there, but the hiking trail starts right after the diner. Here." She replies, marking the map for us before handing it to me.
"Thank you." We say in unison, taking a look at the map.
I cradle the mug of hot chocolate in my hands while curling up on the little couch of our booth.
"Why do you have to look so precious?" Michael asks me, leaning his face on his hands.
"Someone has to..." I shrug, smirking at him.
"Why do I sense that something changed?" He asks me, making me look at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" I ask him back, tilting my head at him.
"Since we arrived... Something is different on you." He points out.
"I don't know, Mikey. It might be... I was thinking last night, while you were sleeping. I will send the contracts to a friend of mine, ask him to weight in on the clause. There must be something. I don't want to live like that anymore, Michael. I will try to fix this, anyway I can." I state, making him smile at me.
"Let's drink to that." He brings his cup to cling against mine.
The food is slowly cooking in the kitchen; I have at least 30 minutes until I will have to check if it is ready, so I grabbed my book and a glass of wine and head to the little balcony of the cabin. I am wrapped in a linen scarf, trying to protect myself from the chill that has covered the area since the sunset.
"You are having second thoughts..." Michael comments, walking out in the balcony with me.
"What? About what?" I ask as he takes a seat on the chair by my side.
"About the house by the sea, with the big garden. You are thinking about a mountain house now, a little bit like this cabin." He states and I hum.
"Well, it would be nice to have a little cabin. But just for me and you to escape in. The children will have to stay back to the house by the sea, with your parents to take care of them for the weekend. The cabin will be for me and you, a hidden little secret." I reply, reaching to take his hand in mine.
"I love it." He mumbles, leaning in to press his forehead against mine.
"I know you do." I breathe out, closing my eyes as I stay there, motionless, my forehead pressed against his as my hand leaves my book to travel to his cheek.
"Will I be seeing you this weekend?" Michael asks as I fix the buttons of my blouse. He is still naked, lying in bed with only the bedsheet covering just a bit of his body.
"I wish. Saturday Edward is taking me to some investors' dinner. And Sunday, we are going to have lunch with the parents." I sigh, leaning down to kiss his lips.
"I'll see you at dinner. I am going to be there..." He smirks, wrapping his fingers around my wrist.
"Oooh... I am going to wear something nice then... Just for you." I reply, seconds before he pulls me in for a kiss again.
"Can't wait to see you..." He mumbles against my lips, making me smile.
"Will you lock the door after leaving?" I ask him, pulling away from him to continue getting dressed.
"I always do, don't I?" He sighs, still staring at me.
"Mikey... Don't be sad, please... You'll see me at dinner. And then next week, Friday as usual." I coo at him, earning a chuckle from him.
"I miss our little cabin in the woods. I wish we could go back..." He pouts, making me sigh happily.
"We will." I assure him, throwing him a smile.
"Call me when you make it home, ok darling?" He asks me and I nod.
"Of course, baby. I always do." I reply, leaning down for one last kiss.
The investors' dinner turned out to be way more interesting than lunch with the parents. Both families gathered in my parents' house, so the place is filled with obnoxious laughs and non-sense chatter. I hate it here, to the point it makes me sick to my stomach. The sight of the food on the table makes my stomach turn, a horrible taste crawling up my throat.
"(Y/N), sweetheart... Are you alright? You look a little pale." My mother-in-law comments, making me whimper under my breath.
"Too much champagne at the dinner last night... Why don't you go get some air, sweetheart?" Edward snarks, patting my thigh. I wince at his touch but cover it with a smile.
"Maybe I should... Excuse me for a second..." I excuse myself, actually thankful for Edward's suggestion for once.
I stand up from my chair and take a couple of steps before the room starts spinning and I collapse on the floor.
The smell of alcohol brings me back to my senses and I open my eyes to find everyone over my head. I am confused and disoriented, and I taste this metallic taste in my mouth.
"Good... Let's get her to the car." My dad instructs and I am picked up, carried towards the front door. No one is talking, not while I am taken in the car nor during the drive to the hospital.
And I decided that staying silent is the best thing I can do, at least until I exclude the possibility that the thought I have in my head since I was taken in the car.
I am seated on the Emergency pit, in one of the beds while some doctors take my vitals.
"I will need you to give a urine sample." The doctor says, handing me a little cup.
"We will take you to the OBGYN department. They will handle your case from now on." The doctor helps me off the bed, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"Please don't inform my family yet." I plead and the woman smiles at me.
"I don't have anything to inform them on just yet." She replies, guiding me towards the OBGYN exam room.
I hand the nurse the urine sample, bouncing on my feet as she dips a strip inside the cup.
We only wait for a couple of minutes for the test to show my results, but it is the longest I had to wait for anything in my life.
"Doctor, we will need an ultrasound." The nurse announces, making a shiver run down my spine. I feel heat crawl up my face, my throat going dry as she doctor gestures toward the exam table.
She gives me a paper gown to change into for my ultrasound, which I stare at for more than it is normal.
"Sweetie, I need you to change." The doctor says softly. I nod my head and move behind the divider, changing into the gown.
Once I am on the bed, the doctor preps me for the ultrasound.
"I will have to go transvaginally." She gives me a heads up to which I nod.
"I know. Go ahead." I reply, fixing my gaze on the screen.
It makes me feel some discomfort, only for a little, like every other time I have had an examination. The doctor twists the prob a little, fixing her eyes on the screen.
"I would say you are six weeks far. Does that sound right based on your last period?" She asks me, while I look at the little bubble on the screen.
"Yes... It does." I reply, smiling softly at the picture. Six weeks ago, I was in that little cabin with Michael, away from everyone, in our own little safe world. It sounds right that I got pregnant that weekend.
"I suggest going to your regular doctor for a thorough check, but for now I can tell you that everything seems alright." She replies, taking the bubble's measurements.
"Do I need to look at for anything right now?" I ask her as she turns off the machine.
"Your doctor will tell you more. But I suggest you stay calm and watch what you are eating. If you are a smoker, consider cutting it, same goes with alcohol." She suggests and I hum.
"Thank you. I will go get dressed." I smile at her, moving behind the divider.
"Love... Oh, you made me so happy today..." My dad is the first to hug me, making me panic at the realization they were told about my results.
"They told you already?" I mumble.
"They told me, my love. And I was so excited not to share the news with them... You are going to make me a father." Ed says cockily, giving me a look I can only translate as threatening.
"Of course he told us. I can't wait to tell the whole company I am going to be a grandfather..." My dad cheers.
"Maybe we shouldn't announce it yet. I mean, I am pretty early into the pregnancy, I don't want to jinx it." I rush to let out, causing everyone to gasp approvingly.
"Of course, darling." Edward's father agrees, making Edward hum.
"Of course. We wouldn't want anything to go wrong with our precious little baby." He smirks at me, making chills run down my spine.
"We should all go celebrate." My dad is looking at me excitedly.
"Father, if you allow it, I would like to take my wife back home. She needs rest and I want to spend some time with her." Edward steps in, wrapping his arms around my waist. I nearly puke, disgusted by his touch but also scared of the moment I will be alone with him.
"The parents-to-be need some time together. Go. We will see you next weekend, for lunch. I am not taking no for an answer." My dad insists, making Ed chuckle.
The ride back to the house was silent, with Ed speeding up at times to scare me. I know that the silence won't last long, and I dread that moment. I am not only scared for myself, but the baby inside me as well.
We walk into the house and he pulls me straight to the bedroom, dragging me by my arm.
"6 weeks ago you told me you were with that classmate of yours... You were with him, weren't you?" He growls at me, forcing me to sit on the ottoman at the end of his bed.
"I don't know what you are talking about..." I mumble and he chuckles. He looks like a mad person, making my heart skip a beat.
"I am not an idiot, (Y/N). I've only fucked you once and it has been months since, nearly half a year. It's that Clifford dude, isn't it? You've been fucking around with him, and you were both stupid enough to get knocked up." He screams at my face.
"Why do you care? You got what you wanted from me." I stand up, trying to walk out of the room. He grabs me by my arm, jerking me back to him.
"You are hurting me." I protest and he chuckles.
"I've let you do whatever you wanted until now. Now, listen to me. That bastard inside you is the best gift you could give me. Your father will be wrapped around my finger for giving him a grandchild. So, you break up with your little boy toy, he never finds out the mutt is his, or else I will destroy his life. I will make him so miserable, I will make him curse the day he met you." He says through gritted teeth, letting go of my arm violently.
"You have a week to break up with him. Or else..." He threatens, tapping the underside of my chin.
"Go... You need to rest." He orders, practically shoving me out of the door.
I gasp as lock myself in my room, finally letting myself break down. I don't know what to think, or how to feel, or how to react to all of this. My mind is blank, totally empty at the moment.
All I know is that I will protect this baby until my last breath. And that I will not let Edward hurt the only person I ever loved.
Friday came and I made it to the apartment way before Michael, in a way trying to practice what I want to tell him.
In my head, it makes no sense. But Edward always gets what he wants, so he will keep his word and destroy Michael if I don't comply with him.
Punctual to the appointment, Michael unlocked the door at 7:30. He has the biggest smile on his face the moment he sees me lounging on the couch.
"Baby, you are here already." He cheers, walking towards me.
"I brought dumplings from your favorite place. Wanna start eating?" He asks me, lifting the bag to show me the food.
"Michael, we need to talk." I pat the empty spot on the couch for him. He becomes more serious, leaving the bag on the coffee table.
"What is it, love? Is everything ok?" He asks me, placing his hand on my thigh.
"I've never loved anyone or anything more than I love you." I take his hand in mine, making him smile at me.
"I know that, love. And I do too. I would do anything for you." He replies.
"That's why we need to break up. I am trapped, but you don't have to be. I want you to move on with your life, find someone who is going to give you everything I can't." I state, making him sigh.
"We have been through the same discussion before. I don't want anyone but you." He assures me but I shake my head.
"Michael, this time I am serious. I want you to move on. I want you to go ahead and have a family, I want you to find a love that's going to make your dreams come true. I want you to build the house by the sea with the big garden for your wife and children, and the cabin in the woods for a little retreat. I want you to have 4 children and a bunch of dogs. I want you to grow old with someone you love and loves you back. I can't give you that. I am sorry." I tear up as I bring the words out of my mouth. Michael sniffles, shaking his head.
"No. I don't care about all that. I want to be with you, this is enough for me." He insists, making my stomach hurt.
"I thought you would take advice from a friend on the contract... I thought you wanted to fix this." He mumbles and I close my eyes, taking deep breaths.
"I can't, Michael. I can't change things. Please, don't make this harder than it is. We can't get out of this. Well, I can't. But you still can. You can get out, you can build a life. Please. It's over for us." I sob, making him breathe out disappointed.
"I'll leave. Since that's what you want. But I love you. And I will continue loving you. No matter what, forever." He murmurs as he tries not to break down crying before my eyes. He leans down to peck on my forehead, making my bottom lip quiver. I want to cry, beg him not to go. But I know that if I do, Edward is going to ruin his life.
I watch him leave the key to my apartment on the table before he turns to walk out the door.
I feel horrible, the worst I have ever felt in my life for breaking his heart and letting him down, but it is for the best.
"Your father is a wonderful man. And he would love you so much if he knew you exist." I breathe out, placing my hand on my stomach. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, trying to calm myself down; stress is one of the forbidden things while I carry little peanut inside me.
I reach for the bag on the table, picking the paper box out and opening it to dig in the dumplings. At least I get to eat my feelings away before returning home.
Edward is sitting on the couch, waiting for me to walk in. He has the sliest smile on his face, which gives me a headache already.
"Your sweetheart just quit. Through email... Very unprofessional if you ask me. We are having a meeting Monday morning to appoint a new CEO... Guess who's the strongest candidate... The only candidate, actually. I love that bastard already." He cheers as I walk in, making my face scrunch up as I feel vomit crawling up my throat.
I have never felt as alone as I felt on the day I gave birth to my son. My parents and Edward's parents were there, along with Edward of course, who played the happy father and the loving husband, but the only person I longed for was absent, still in ignorance of our son's existence. I really dreamt of Michael just barging in the delivery room and holding my hand, even though I knew he wouldn't since he knew nothing. Since the day he quit from the company, he nearly vanished from the face of Earth, no one really knows where he left for.
We named the baby Philip; at least Ed let me pick up the name. Philip sounds royal, fitting the little guy who as he grows he looks more and more like his father.
Philip was and still is the only reason I am holding on. Edward stopped caring the moment he got the position he craved, only putting on the facade of the warm family guy whenever any of our parents were present, or someone he needed to impress.
And Philip seems to not get along with anyone but me, always clinging to me. And to be honest, I am not letting him go, holding onto him all day long. I don't trust Ed; he seems disinterested, and at least for now he is not mistreating us, but I just can't trust that he will always be like that.
The two-year-old is fast asleep in my hug when my phone rings. I hope and pray he won't wake up as I reach for the coffee table to pick up my phone.
I don't recognize the number, which makes me furrow; I don't get calls from people anymore, so this seems strange.
"Hello?" I ask as I press the accept button.
"It's me." I could recognize that voice amid a thousand others. I bite my bottom lip, leaving Philip carefully on the couch so he can continue sleeping while I talk.
"I am in town for a few days. I really want to see you." Michael says after a moment of silence.
"Michael..." I protest, seriously putting on an effort to turn him down once more.
"Please. Just for an hour." He begs.
I want to see him, for 3 years now since he's left, I have been dying to know how he is.
"Where?" I ask him, giving in to my desire.
"The penthouse. Tonight, at 8." He instructs. How does he know that I still have that house?
"Just for an hour." I mumble, making him hum.
"See you tonight." He replies before hanging up.
I can't stop myself from shaking in jitters, my body filling with anxiety. I haven't heard from him for 3 years, 3years that he could have followed my advice, gotten married, had children, bought my dream house for someone else.
I am scared; I am scared that I will see him and he will tell me about his new family, or that I will admit we had a child.
And that secret being revealed might cost him everything.
At 9, I unlock the door to my old penthouse. I haven't been here in years, but I paid for it getting cleaned twice a month, so it looks decent enough for two old lovers to meet.
I know that the moment I see him, I will die inside, my stomach will fill with butterflies, and I will crave to be touched by him. And the knowledge I can't have him pains me, makes my head hurt.
The ring of my doorbell makes me more anxious than before. He is here, behind this door. The love of my life is just milliseconds away from me.
I open the door, revealing Michael who smiles at me. He looks better than ever, grown, more mature. And I feel my heart beating fast, my palms sweating.
"I didn't think you would actually be here." He comments, walking further inside the house.
"I said I would." I mumble.
"You look great, my love." He comments, scanning me down.
"You look... Well, I can't put it in words. But time treated you right." I smile, taking a deep breath.
"Come sit. I won't bite, I promise. Well, only if you ask me to..." He says cockily.
I take a seat on the couch, keeping two cushions empty between us; I know it will be futile if I succumb, but for now, this limits me.
"So, where were you all these years?" I ask, running my hands down my thighs to straighten my dress.
"I left the night we broke up. Of course, you knew that. I had many job offers but I was staying here for you. So, when I lost you, I had nothing keeping me here. With the money I had in my account and the money I made from my job, I bought shares in the start-up company I was working on. Now I am the CEO and a shareholder. Pretty solid position if you ask me. The first few months after I left were difficult, I am not going to lie, but I managed to get through. I bought a house, overlooking the sea, with the biggest garden I could find. And I bought a cabin in the woods, made it just like the one we stayed at during that trip. I bought them in my name. But they will be titled as yours after you divorce Edward. Unless you prefer me passing them to Philip, our son." He says, pushing an envelope towards me. I gasp and look at him in shock, making him reach to take my hand in his.
"You know?" I ask him and he nods.
"I still have friends in the company. They told me your father threw this big party to announce it. I did the math... You got pregnant in the cabin, didn't you?" He asks me and I nod.
"I couldn't tell you. He threatened me, he told me he would ruin your life." I begin explaining but he hushes me.
"I know. Well, I suspected it. I battled with myself not to come and get you the moment I found out. But I knew I had to build a life for us, put us in a position where no one would be able to hurt us. So I did, and I hated every moment I wasn't with you and our baby. I hated every moment I imagined Edward holding our son." He groans, and I chuckle, wiping away my tears.
"He didn't. He didn't care about us after he took your place. And Philip pretty much hates him, he cries hysterically every time Edward picks him up. And he only does when he needs to sell the image of the loving father and devoted husband." I reply and he chuckles.
"I took the contract to a lawyer. She said that since you followed all the clauses, you can get a divorce from him without affecting the deal. The merge holds and you are free." Michael explains.
"He will give us hell. And take us to the court about Philip." I point out.
"Baby, you are a lawyer. Think about it. We will have a DNA test, prove Philip is mine. And he won't do shit. He knows that a court battle will harm him. He forced you to marry him, he abused you. He knows it won't look good on him. Nothing and no one is going to hurt us, baby. Not anymore, I won't allow it. Run away with me. Get our baby and run away with me." He says, moving closer to me to cup my face.
"I was so scared that you would have gotten married, moved on as I suggested. So, so scared..." I mumble, feeling my cheeks become wet with tears. He presses his forehead against mine, stroking my cheeks and wiping away the tears.
"Not yet, baby. You have to get divorced for me to get married. I had children, though. One, to be exact. Philip, who I can't wait to meet and hold in my arms." He whispers, making me chuckle softly.
Michael was right; Edward didn't say a word when I took Philip and packed my things. I filled for the divorce and Michael started the process to recognize our baby as his, the exact same day. Edward pretended to be deceived and heartbroken, to get everyone's good grace, but he didn't fight for custody. Everything was solved before Philip even turned 3.
My parents practically disowned me after everything, which I didn't care much about. I didn't want a claim in a fortune that was built and grown on my unhappiness. Plus, (Y/N) Clifford sounds dreamy.
The house by the beach surpassed all expectations. It has this vintage vibe that I love, with the prettiest garden ever, in which Philip and Michael run around all day on the weekends.
I am pretty sure Philip doesn't understand much, so I will have to explain more when he grows up, but he adores Michael and calls him daddy, which makes Michael melt in a puddle.
I work with Michael now, in the legal department of the company, which is something that I couldn't do before since Edward wanted me to be a trophy wife. I have a pretty office with a view, friendly colleagues. But honestly, the best thing is working with Michael, getting to spend more time with him every day.
We even got married, in a small vineyard, with a few people present, mostly his family and a couple of coworkers. It was magical, the best day of my life, truly.
It's just me and him that matters. Philip also, of course. But everyone from my past seems to be muted, almost deleted.
And now I am sitting on the warm grass, with the sun hitting on my face and our dog laying on my lap, while Michael and Philip are dressed as superheroes, playing around, with Michael lifting Philip in the air to fly. He is an amazing dad already, and I can't wait to see him grow more into this role.
"Hey, superheroes... Snack time. And you both need sunscreen." I shout at them, making Michael giggle.
"Let's fly to mama... Come on." Michael cheers, running to me with Philip in his arms.
He lets Philip on the blanket, making the toddler giggle. I hand him his cheese sandwich, planting a kiss on his forehead before standing up.
"Hi, mama," Micheal mumbles as he helps me up.
"Hi, daddy." I reply, cupping his jaw in my hands.
"I am trying to make him tired and get him to bed early tonight..." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me chuckle at him.
"I have my money on Philip spending you down before you do." I reply, tracing the hem of his cape.
"We need to give him a sibling... Maybe a little sister." He mumbles, lifting my chin.
"Yeah, that doesn't sound that bad, to be honest." I sigh, smirking at him.
"Maybe we should go to our little cabin this weekend... Mommy and daddy retreat." He suggests, earning a hum from me.
"It's been a while since the last visit." I cock an eyebrow at him.
"Sounds to me like it is time for another trip there, Ms. Clifford." He licks his lips, leaning closer to kiss me.
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Stray Kids Desc.: First Meeting
A/n: Not officially requested but I was checking comments and stuff on my works and you guys seem to want more of these! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
Bangchan (Son of Cinderella):
Chan was very hesitant when the VK's came to Auradon prep. They were very different from what he was used to. Chan was the class president and linebacker on the Tourney team. What could the VK's possibly have to offer? However, his mother always taught him to treat everyone with kindness. One night, Prince Chan got a noise complaint from a student about loud yelling and music and colored lights coming from the woods behind the school. The woods were perfectly safe and students often hung out there, but it was way past curfew. Chan, as the class president, was responsible for stopping it so he threw on a sweatshirt and trudged towards the noise.
He was shocked to see a bunch of VKs hanging out, blasting music and playing with colored smoke and sparklers. There was one girl dressed in dark purples and greens, eclectic jewelry piece dangling on almost all her limbs. An old and tattered top hat was angled over her messy and purple streaked hair. She had bags under her eyes but a mischievous smile brightened her face. Their eyes met and a smirk slid onto her painted lips. She slinked over to Chan through the blue smoke. He couldn't tell if he was nervous or intrigued. "What are you doing here, preppie?"
His words got stuck in his throat. "My name is Chan. I'm the class president and you are all out past curfew. You should go back before I report you all." She scoffed and the other kids laughed going back to their party. "Relax, Cinderboy." "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" She smirked and pulled something from her pocket. Throwing it to the ground the two of them were enveloped in green thick smoke. He felt her fingers slowly come to grip his shoulder and heard her smooth voice in his other ear. "I'm the voodoo mistress of the night. I'm Y/n, Y/n Falicier." He turned his head to find her only inches away. She slipped a sparkler into his hand and lit it, never breaking eye contact.
"Nice to finally meet you, Prince Charming."
Minho (Son of Ezma):
Minho strolled through the woods, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. He basked in the solitude of finally ridding himself of Dowoon. Though the son of Kronk was easily three years older than him, he still followed Minho around just as his father did Minho’s mother. He was absolutely hopeless without his dim-witted father around.
“Oh come on!” Minho turned sharply looking for the source of the sound. Moving through the trees he came upon the Enchanted Lake. Kneeling by the pool was a girl with her back turned to him. She held scissors against her H/c hair and was trying to saw through the long tresses that lay in piles around her.
“Never thought I’d see Rapunzel without her long hair,” Minho said with a smirk. She turned, shock painted on her face. Half of her hair was already sawn off on one side and hung just under her chin. “Well, that’s attractive.” The cold glare she threw his way sent a chill down his spine. Someone had yet to look at him with such malice since coming to Auradon. It thrilled him.
“Minho, right?” He nodded and came closer. “Listen, unless you have some sort of evil potion to fix this train wreck, buzz off.” He chuckled and plopped down next to you. “I can turn you into a flea?” “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
She tossed the scissors into the water and sighed. They sat in silence, staring out at the crystal clear water. “Here.” Minho pulled a jagged knife out of his shoe, a gift from his mother before his left. The only gift he ever got from his mother. She flinched away from him a little when he brought the blade to the side of her neck. She relaxed when his hand came under her hair and he sliced the rest off. The heavy locks fell into his hands and the girl smiled, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “Thanks.”
“I’m Y/n.”
Changbin (Son of Hercules):
Tourney practice just ended. Exhausted, Changbin headed back towards the school. A little pink and green bird flitted past him and flew onto one of the stone rails near the steps of the school. He had never seen that type of bird before. The bird chirped happily as Changbin continued his path. Up ahead he saw his little sister and Jeongin walking towards the stairs.
Just as he was about to call out to them, "BOO!" The couple screamed as the little bird magically transformed into a girl scaring the living daylights out them. She cackled and laughed at their faces. "Your faces! I didn't know Hercules had such a scaredy cat for a daughter." As she said cat, the girl morphed into a slinky pink and green feline.
"Awww did I scare your beau?" The cat's silky voice said as it jumped onto Jeongin's shoulder, making him flinch. "Hey, cut it out!" Changbin said making his way over to them. Grabbing the cat by the excess fur on the neck, he pried it off of Jeongin. "What the hell! Come on, I was just kidding around! Let me go you big bafoon!" The cat swung its claws at Changbin trying to scratch any open skin.
"Changbin, put her down. We are supposed to be welcoming the villain kids, remember?" His sister said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, Changbin. Put me down." The cat said in a mocking tone. With a reluctant and frustrated sigh Changbin dropped the fuschia cat and with a puff of pink smoke it morphed back into the girl. Her features were sharp and angled and her clothes hugged ever curve of her body like a glove. "Later losers." The wild girl said with a smirk. Her hair swayed behind her as Changbin watched her with a glare. "Who was that?"
"Oh her? That's Madam Mim's daughter, Y/n."
Hyunjin (Son of Mother Gothel):
Irene the Evil Queen's daughter hung off of Hyunjin's shoulder as he walked down the hall. Sure the girl was young and pretty, but she was boring. He put on a fake smile as she kissed his cheek before walking into an open classroom. The second her back was turned it dropped and Hyunjin walked stone faced through the corridor.
"Woah! Hey! Sorry! Coming through! Move out of the way, pretty boy!" Hyunjin pressed against the wall out of shock, but not before he was shoulder checked by the fast moving object. "Sorry!" A girl zoomed past on him bright red and blue roller skates. No one else found this weird and greeted the girl as if she was just passing bye. "Who the hell was that?" Felix said coming up by Hyunjin, who up until he spoke, hadn't realized he was staring at the back of the girl skating down the hall.
"You don't know Y/n?" A chirpy voice said behind the two boys. Beatrice, Snow White's daughter stopped having overheard Felix's comment. He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. "No. Why would I?" A crash could be heard from down the hallway. A laugh bounced off the walls and carried all the way back to where they were standing. Not a moment later Y/n rounded the corner this time on a pogo stick. "She's the Genie's daughter. Never a dull moment when she's around." With a bright smile Beatrice left the two boys in tha hall. "Can you believe these people? God, Auradon is so weird." Felix exclaimed before going in the complete opposite direction of his next class.
"Well, at least she's not boring." Hyunjin said with a smirk, following his friend.
Jisung (Son of Prince John):
The Isle was a great place to grow up. If you had the right parents that is. Alliances were a crucial part of life on the Isle, and Jisung's father was about to make a new one. While Prince John went below the decks of the Jolly Roger he ordered his ten year old son to wait and find some way to entertain himself. The boy fiddled with a knife he found lying about and started carving into one of the railings.
"What are you doing to my ship?" A strong, but young voice said from above. He looked up to see a very pissed off girl hanging upside down from the rigging. She looked about his age. Gracefully she jumped down and landed in front of the boy. "It's not your ship." Jisung said sticking out his tongue. "It's my daddy's ship and what's his is mine and whatever else I want." She said holding up a leather bound journal.
Jisung frantically looked inside his jacket and pockets finding his notebook gone. "Hey give that back!" "No." The girl with wild hair and tattered clothing started playing keep away with the book. Eventually it morphed into a game of tag across the huge space the Jolly Roger had to offer. "Catch me if you can!" Jisung called out, climbing up one of the masts. The girl gleefully followed.
"Jisung! Get down from there!" An angry voice called. Immediately Jisung ran to his father's side, hoping to escape further punishment. The girl followed suit to stand next to the man with a hook and dressed in solid red. "Hook, control your daughter." The pirate sneered and looked down at his child. "Y/n, what have I told you about playing those little games!?" He scolded and a flash of silver flew across her face. A thin trail of blood dripped down her cheek, but the girl stood completely still. Jisung moved to defend his new friend but his father pulled him back, threatening a similar punishment. Reluctantly the two left and Jisung waved goodbye to the little girl who had a small but guarded smile on her lips.
Felix (Son of Queen of Hearts):
Felix had an impish grin as the several girls around hin laughed at something he had said. "And so I was like, 'No, off with your head.'" The girls giggled and a couple brushed their hands across his arm. Felix was used to this. He was over it. Sure he enjoyed the attention and he found it funny how quick the girls from Auradon started flinging themselves all over him, but they were all so boring compared to the girls on the Isle. At least at home there was always some small chance he might get stabbed on a date or his curtains set on fire. Some sort of excitement.
Felix was laying in bed, waiting for Han to get back from Tourney tryouts. The dorms were absolutely boring. It took all of Felix's will power not to toss himself out the three story window. Before he could, the window burst open blowing the white curtains into the air. In shock he fell off the bed and hit his head on the nightstand. Peeking over the bed with a glare he saw a girl crouched on his windowsill, hair blowing slightly in the breeze. She wore varying tones of green and brown and had bright eyes that shared and impish smile with her lips.
"Umm who do you think you are?" Felix snapped. Her head turned at the sound and she laughed which shocked the boy. "Nobody you should bother with." Felix stood and leaned against the bed post. "Well you are the one intruding in my domain." "Oooo domain. You sound like quite the villain." She laughed once more and hopped down from the sill walking around the room. "Maybe because I am one." "Oh. Cool." The girl continued to look around the room and examine random objects that seemed to pique her interest. "I'm sorry who are you again?" "Oh I'm Y/n."
Seungmin (Son of Mulan):
Seungmin was very against the introduction of Villain Kids into Auradon Prep. Coming from a strict household he found their lack of discipline and wild characteristics unbearable. He laughed with Woojin, one of the other boys in his History of Auradon class before the professor came in. Merlin entered the classroom and all the students' conversations stopped to focus their attention on their teacher. "We have a new addition to our class. Please welcome Y/n as you would any student. She is the daughter of the Chesire Cat." A girl with pastel streaks in her H/c hair slinked in the room. Seungmin noticed that everything about her was feline like. The glint in her eyes and the way she moved around the space.
She was calculating and scanned the room with a mischievous grin. Merlin pointed her to a free seat which so happened to be next to Seungmin. He scowled as she made her way to the other seat in the front row in the shared desk. "What's got you upset, kitty?" She asked with a smirk. She said in a soft smooth voice as Merlin started the lesson. Seungmin glared over at her, not dignifying her with a response. "Cat got your tongue?" She said dragging her fingers across his wrist. His glare shot back over to her. She smirked when he yanked his hand away from her touch. "What? You want me to disappear?" The girl faded from her seat and Seungmin tried to keep his eyes from going wide at the girl's disappearance. He shivered when he heard her smooth voice in his ear.
"I can see it all over the little warrior's face. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like me sitting next to you either would they?" Seungmin turned to face forward and he couldn't help the little smirk on his face when Y/n reappeared obviously disappointed she didn't get a reaction. The smug expression fell as he looked over to see Y/n picking up a paper that Jeongin had dropped rushing to his seat. With a kind smile she handed it to the shy boy and sat back down. Seungmin was shocked to see a VK do any kind of good deed even as small as that. Was everything black and white like his parents said?
Jeongin (Son of Milo and Kida):
Jeongin sat alone at lunch once again. He surrounded himself in maps and artifacts sent my his father from his parents latest expedition. Every now and then he would look up across the courtyard to watch the group of kids playing a game instead of eating. His eyes fell onto a girl tossing back the ball to one of the boys he was tutoring, Chan. She smiled and pushed around a boy maybe a year older than her. They had somewhat similar features so Jeongin assumed they were siblings.
She was very pretty Jeongin thought. He watched her get excited throughout the game and get so passionate when someone failed to call out a foul. Jeongin smiled down at the map in his hands and returned to analyzing the parchment. His train of thought was interrupted by a ball slamming into the side of his head. He groaned in lain and clutched the area were the leather ball hit. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" He looked up to see the girl from earlier. He was at a loss for words as she looked down at him with concern.
She reached out her hand to inspect his head and Jeongin froze. "Y/n? Is he okay?" Chan said coming over with the the girl's brother. "Oh, Jeongin!" Chan clapped the shy boy on the back as a greeting. "He should be fine. Jeongin has a big brain." The girl, Y/n, smiled and pulled her hand away. "Are you alone?" She asked looking at the empty table and books spread around him. He nodded hesistantly. "Well we need a referee if you want to join! My brother, Changbin, keeps cheating." She said shoving the boy with brown hair. They quickly got into a playful sibling fight and Chan pulled Jeongin up to join the game. Jeongin couldn't help but stare at the daughter of Hercules the rest of the game.
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Bustier salt(you don't have 2 if its 2 mean) Bustier use to be like Chloe and Lila and Mari reminded her of her old rival who defeated her she only singles out Marinette out of misplaced retribution and tells that to her smugly alone where Mari record the whole conversation and give it to Nadia (guest star Bustier's rival) Bustier gets busted down on her knees defeated
Petty Grudge
I made up the surnames from snow. If I had to make Caline a mix of Lila and Chloe; I’d say she have the wealthy background and snobby attitude; but she plays nice, hiding her true feelings. Post-Ladybug episode. I claim this as a rough draft!
“Marinette, could you come down for a moment please? There are some people here who would like to see you.”
“Ms Bustier, may I speak to you for a moment? In private.”
Ms Bustier put down her pen. “Of course, Marinette.”
They walked outside the staff room and found a deserted corridor.
Bustier: What seems to be the problem?
Marinette: I’m not sure this whole forgiving method with Chloe is working. She hasn’t really changed for the better.
Bustier: of course, she has. Even Ladybug has noticed and given her a miraculous.
Marinette: She loaned Chloe a miraculous, and that was only when the situation was dire or the akuma was someone close to Chloe. But Chloe’s attitude hasn’t improved. She still bullies. Yesterday, she purposefully ruined Nathaniel’s sketchbook!
Bustier: Marinette, I appreciate your concern, but I believe i am the teacher here.
Marinette: Then what makes you so sure Chloe will improve? You’re just indulging her and she knows it!
Caline stiffens. “Watch your tone, young lady.”
To her surprise, Marinette doesn’t back down. She just holds her gaze with her own steely blue stare. Oh, how Caline hates that look.
Calming down, Caline said gently, “Let me tell you a tale of a girl I once knew.”
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Caline. She had been the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Paris. Caline had it all at her school. She was the A-list girl. People deferred to her. She was even friends with the most popular boy at school. Thomas Neige was a very cute boy and a local movie star.
Then she came. Tessa; the new girl. Tessa came from an ordinary background but she had dared to challenge Caline. She claimed Caline wasn’t doing anything to help the class and ran against her for class presidency.
To Caline’s shock and outrage, the class actually backed Tessa. She implemented ridiculous changes like a shared class chore list and added more bins in their classroom to encourage the class to recycle.
The next thing Caline knew, Thomas and Tessa were blushing around each other.
Caline tried to help Tessa fit in, but Tessa rejected her assistance.
Caline had been young then. She let her emotions overwhelm her to the point that she sabotaged Tessa’s dance recital.
Tessa caught Caline and exposed her. And when Caline apologized, Tessa still insisted Caline face the consequences of her actions and Caline was suspended.
Caline tried to rouse her friends to the problem that was Tessa, but they all ditched her now that they found a “real class president.”
Caline knew she could not win and suggested a truce with Tessa when she returned. Tessa had accepted.
Caline is ashamed to say she couldn’t handle the truce. Tessa had taken everything from her. Her crush, her kingdom, her impeccable record. It had only been minor bullying; a trip here, an accidental food spill there. But Tessa didn’t understand Caline’s sadness and punished her again.
Caline had been left alone, outcast by the class. She graduated into a teaching college because no one wanted her with her school record. While Thomas and Tessa got married and went on to act and dance to stardom, Caline had been stuck with a teaching job. Money couldn’t help her now. Her Father had made some bad investments and lost most of his fortune.
“So you see, Marinette, I know that punishing bullies never leads to coexistence. It only leads to separation.”
Marinette just stared at Caline. “You’re just letting your feelings get in the way. You were the bully at your school, and because you didn’t change your ways, your class decided to give up on you. It had nothing to do with whether or not you were punished.”
“Now Marinette...”
“No!” Marinette refused to listen. “You’re just living vicariously through Chloe, aren’t you? Because she gets to bully others without reprimand. You let her bully Ivan; bully Nathaniel, bully me, for years. And you’ve never stopped her. You’ve never done anything to dissuade her beyond a trivial sentence now and then for the class’ sake.”
“The principal has insisted we do not anger Chloe, considering her father’s position.”
“Don’t you dare blame other people! Regardless of Chloe’s threats, you could have at least tried to talk to her. But you didn’t. You just kept forgiving Chloe when it was not your place to forgive, but us!”
Marinette paused. “And if Chloe is meant to be the new you, I’m guessed I’m the new Tessa. That’s why you’ve ignored me when I called out Chloe on her misdeeds. That’s why you let Lila organise a massive seat change. And that’s why you blindly believed a note that I was cheating when the test answers were stolen after the exam had taken place!”
Bustier: What does Lila have to do with this?
Marinette laughed. “I recognised your style. You may have had the wealth, but you were like Lila, pretending to be nice all along. Do you dare to look me in the eyes and tell me honestly that you believe Lila has a dubious disability from saving a kitten on the tarmac, somehow bypassing security in the process and never purchasing the necessary hearing equipment? You and I both know she just wanted to sit next to Adrien. And you were willing to let me sit in the back alone because of your petty grudge.”
Caline shrugged. “Lila just wanted to make some friends. Her methods were dubious but harmless at the end.”
Marinette groaned. “Ugh, you sound like Adrien. But harmless? she framed me, and you knew it and you let it happen.”
Caline stared at Marinette for a long time. “So what? Who’s going to believe you Marinette? The whole class adores me. They already didn’t believe you about Lila. Why should they believe your accusations about me?”
Marinette glared at her teacher. “You shouldn’t be a teacher. Teachers are supposed to want to help their students.”
“You’re right,” Caline agreed. “I shouldn’t be a teacher. I was not born to teach rowdy teenagers. But this is where life has left me. I need to make the best of it.”
Caline straightened her back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Marinette, I have some papers to finish grading. Rest assured, I never sabotaged your grades. I do have some morals.”
Marinette shook her head as Caline smugly went back.
The next evening....
“Good evening Paris, I’m Nadja Chamack and I have here with me, world renown choreographer Tessa Neige on her new campaign to stop bullying. Bonsoir, Tessa.”
Tessa, a pretty brunette in a fabulous dress, greets Nadja and takes her seat.
Nadja: before we begin, may I compliment you on your wardrobe?
Tessa grins. “Thank you, i decided to hire a school designer with massive talent to custom design it for me. This is a Marinette Dupain-Cheng original.”
“I know Marinette. She’s a sweet girl. But we’re here to discuss your stance on bullying.”
Tessa takes a breath. “Yes. I’ve been bullied before and i want to help stop this problem. The best defence we have against bullies are the teachers, which presented me with a problem. What happens when we have a faulty faculty?”
Nadja: Like Teachers who overlook bullying?
Tessa nods vehemently. “Exactly. One of the girls who bullied me became a teacher. I decided to check in on her by asking Marinette about her.”
Nadja: Marinette’s teacher used to bully you?! Who is she?
Tessa: Caline Bustier. I had heard she was a popular teacher and had hoped she had learned her lessons. I went to see Marinette about this when I went to commission my dress. What I learned instead shocked and saddened me.
Nadja: Why? What did she say?
Tessa: Marinette told me that Caline asks her to be the bigger person and forgive her bullies instead of making sure they get punished for their misdeeds. Basically if Marinette is bullied, she shouldn’t complain about it and just forgive the bully.
Nadja: that’s horrible. Do you mean to say the bullies are never in trouble?
Tessa: exactly! It’s the other way around instead. It’s the victims who are unfairly blamed and punished.
Nadja: But this is one girl’s word against a teacher’s. Do we have any reason to trust Marinette? I know Marinette and I believe in her, but the rest of the world does not have any cause to.
Tessa: I’m glad you asked. I asked Marinette to do a small favour for me and she did a marvellous job. She sent me the recording already.
Nadja: Let’s watch it then!
Cue recording on screen.
Nadja says softly. “Shocking. I’ve never been more appalled in my life.”
Tessa looks sadly at the screen. “It’s a shame that the class has to suffer. Bullies have to be reprimanded and punished or else they might never change. I’m sad to see that Caline hasn’t changed at all.”
“No, she hasn’t. I’m sorry for what bad memories this must have brought back to you, Tessa. Thank you for coming here to inform us of this heinous error in the educational system.”
“Not at all. I made a promise to myself to never let a bully get away with their wrongdoings; not if I could help it.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, Tessa Neige.”
Needless to say that airing finally exposed Lila and Caline. The school board interceded and fired Caline. They threatened the principal to either punish Chloe or get sacked. Chloe was suspended. Lila was expelled.
The class apologized to Marinette for not believing her or being sensitive to her feelings. They also thanked her for standing up for them.
Adrien apologized to Marinette for his dumb advice. She accepted. The boy was still new to the world of making friends.
Bustier’s termination of employment was a sad affair because the class did thought she was a teacher who cared for them. But the victims of Chloe’s tyranny knew better. When Ivan tried to protect Mylene from Chloe’s insults, he was sentenced to detention for disrupting the class. When Chloe stole Nathaniel’s sketchbook, Caline accused him of drawing in class. And for crying out loud, everyone knows Chloe never does her homework or projects. It’s not a wonder she gets As when Sabrina is doing all the work or her Father bribes the principal.
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