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lackingspace · 4 years

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Dyad (Vincent x Reader x Bo)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: A nice evening watching your art boyfriend paint....who am I kidding, its smut.

Warnings: Praise kink, Dirty talk like normal, Creampie, Cockwarming, More Dirty talk, Bo being sweet (wow), Oral, Cumeating?

A/N:I’m still on House of Wax boys. I love them. Please take a disgusting Vincent x Reader x Bo. It’s not a weird husband brother thing tho.･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Now has Part 2: Dyad II

Ao3: Dyad

You’d just finished dinner chatting with Lester about some new clients you’d gotten at the tattoo shop. There was at least one crazy story a week being a few towns over with a much more ‘metro’ clientele. He loved hearing about your work and all the weirdos that wandered in wanting just the most ridiculous things.

With him being your foster brother the two of you had a different relationship. See, when their parents had died none of them were 18 yet, so they were stuck in foster care. And of course, the system had failed to keep them together. Lucky for them though, your parents were actually decent humans.

They’d tried to house all 3, but rules and regulations had prevented it. However, a social worker your father had guilt-tripped had been kind enough to ‘accidentally’ drop a card that had the number and address to where his brothers were homed. They never came to visit him, always the other way around, which sucked, because it sounded like their home wasn’t the greatest. So it was only Lester that joined your family.

Your father loved taking him out hunting, your mother doted on him, and you grew to consider him an actual brother. The two of you could talk about anything and everything. Your father liked to say y’all got on like two peas in a pod. Which you always rolled your eyes at, but it was true, so even when he’d turned 18 and wandered off back to his brothers he still kept in touch. Visiting on some holidays and special occasions.

He was even your biggest supporter when you started your tattoo apprenticeship- going as far to volunteer as your first guinea pig. And God did he still have a terrible outline of a turtle on his ankle. You’d offered to cover it up, but he always refused and said he loved it just how it was.

So when you’d decided to visit him for a change, well, that was a surprise to everyone. You knew where the town was, could see the address clearly from the foster papers your parents had. And he’d told you plenty times that’s where they’d all headed back to. So, you’d used an old map and made your way into the town.

You’d freaked Bo out when you’d asked for Lester and then knew his name too. He thought you were a fed at first, but everything cleared up when you explained. Lester also ran in frantically scared he hadn’t made it in time when he’d found your jeep outside town, but it all worked out. You’d even picked Vincent’s brain about technique and swooned over his art. So Bo had begrudgingly accepted you into their lives.

And that’s how you’d come to be a regular occupant with these boys. At first just to visit your foster brother, but then to visit with them all. Staying a night here and there, until you’d ended up hooking up with Vincent. Then a while later Bo too. And it just became a thing unquestioned between you three.

So there you were, packing up a dinner for each of the twins who were still messing about in town. Wasn’t anything complicated-- Bo had mentioned he’d wanted chicken fried steak a few nights ago and you’d thought to be nice and make it, some gravy, green beans, and mashed potatoes. Not a very health-conscious dinner, but it was nice to cheat every so often.

Closing the last lid on your care package you grabbed them both and turned to Lester, “I’m gonna go bother the twins, Les. I’ll see ya in the mornin, k?” He nodded and waved you off, “Yeah, night, sis!” you grabbed your bag and made your way down into town.

Stopping by the station first, you found Bo and set the food down next to where he was working. He was in a good mood because he leaned down and gave you a quick peck, “Thanks, pumpkin.” you gave him a smile and turned to leave only to feel a swat to your ass, “Bo!” he looked smug as hell, “That tight ass skirt is criminal. Couldn’t help myself, darlin.” You only shook your head and headed to Vincent.

He was currently working on an oil painting and it was beautiful. Of course it was though, your boyfriend was insanely talented. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. It didn’t even phase him as he continued on with his brush strokes. “I brought you dinner and yeah before you say anything you need to eat. I know you haven’t all day so don’t even try.”

You heard him huff in annoyance behind his mask. Vincent only had a temper when he was interrupted while in a flow. But you understood, being an artist yourself, but he could be mad all he wanted- food was important.

“I swear once you eat, you can go back to it, I have some sketching to do too. She’s gorgeous by the way, I like the lighting and use of discordance.” Not that you’d see, but Vincent still flushed when you complimented him so nonchalantly. He’d never tell you it was a painting of you. It was a close up of your torso twisting warped in pleasure-- the face distorted so you wouldn’t realize the subject. He agreed silently though, you were beautiful.

Practically inhaling the food, he mumbled a quiet, “Thank you” before immediately replacing his mask and going back to work. You pulled your sketchbook out and set to designing some of your new client’s pieces. After an hour or so, sleep had started to set in and so you laid on the mattress he had while you watched him work until you drifted off.

Vaguely waking when you felt yourself being lifted you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled closer. The hand on your back started to soothingly rub up and down once you’d gripped him. Sleep was shaking off with each step he took and you blamed his neck for smelling so good, but you couldn’t stop yourself from lightly placing kisses against his pulse.

The grip on your thighs tightening when the pecks turned to open mouth kisses. And his breath hitched when the nibbling started. He was all but ready to just have you out in the street when you’d placed the first few bites, but he restrained himself and kept moving towards the house. Groaning when you licked up his neck to his ear and moaned, “Vinny, I’m so wet. I was dreaming about riding you, ya know.”

The strangled moan that left him had you giggling, “Can I please do it when we get home? Let me sink down onto you while you fuck up into me?” He choked out a sob of agreement and power walked the last few feet home. He was on you once you’d set foot into his room.

Mask off instantly- mouth swooping down to drown you in kiss after kiss. His hands gently gripped your face as his tongue catishly teased your lips. Tilting your head he nipped at your bottom lip as you reached down and ran a hand over his clothed rock solid cock. Arousal flushed through your system like you were caught in a fire. His open mouth groan gave you the opportunity to dip your tongue in to graze the roof of his mouth and then pull back to nibble on his bottom lip. Fuck, he tasted so good. Your sex pulsed when he dragged you back in for another kiss and his tongue ran against yours in a teasing dance.

Your hands had finally gotten his pants open and down enough to pull him out. He released your mouth to cry out when you gripped him tightly at the base. He pulled back to stare down as your small hand tried to wrap fully around him, but couldn’t quite manage. His hands still on your face absentmindedly ran through your hair as you cooed, “God, you look so fucking yummy, Vincent. I’m dripping looking at you, and all that’s for me?” his tip was angrily swollen and with so much pre-cum spilled over that it was leaking down the side to pool at your hand, dripping onto your wrist.

He whined when you dropped to your knees and licked as much up in one go as you could. You showed him it on your tongue before you swallowed. Moving closer you rubbed his cock around your lips smearing any leftover before taking his tip into your mouth as you felt your clit pulse. Moaning around him as you swirled your tongue around his pulsing head. He sobbed as you gave a light suck and your hands twisted around his base. His hands still in your hair pushed you- shakily pleaded you to take more in your mouth.

You were happy to oblige when he was moaning so sweetly for you. Bobbing up and down in at a moderate pace as your hands worked him at the base until you pulled up to flick your tongue against his frenulum which had his grip tighten in your hair. Your hips were moving in want of some kind of relief, seeking some kind of pressure. Swirling your tongue once again around the tip and then giving a flat lick to the head as you pulled off.

You looked up at him pathetically, “I love when you fuck my face, Vinny, but I really wanna ride you.” Your hips arched and you pressed your breast against his knees as you mouthed the underside of his cock, “My pussys so empty and achy right now. Need your cock stretching me open.” Licking the underside from base to tip you pleaded as you rubbed your cheek against him, “Please Vinny? You’ll feel so good inside my hot wet cunt. I promise I’ll take you deep and let you cum inside. Fill me up till its leaking out of my messy hole.” the sound he made was almost inhuman. A cross between a growl, gunt, and sob as he scooped you up and rapidly set to undressing you.

Between sloppy kisses and grabbing hands the two of you were finally on his bed. You straddling him while his hands gripped your hips. You were leaning down sloppily kissing as you let you hips writhe against him. With every whirl, his cock was slipping through your folds hitting your clit just right and God did it feel so good. Breathlessly releasing his lips you leaned back and gripped him by the base.

Locking eyes as you lifted yourself to sink down had your core fluttering as you took each solid inch. Finally seating it all you took a moment to just feel. He was so fucking thick and stretched your pussy open so good. Circling your hips to rub your clit against him had you clench around him. He groaned at the feel of you tightening before he reached a hand up and pinched a nipple of your aching breast. You cried out at the pain and placed both hands on his stomach as you rocked your hips back and forth-- letting him feel your walls hug him.

He gripped a breast as you lifted your hips to drop back on him. The drag was delicious and had your head toss back a moan as you felt the fire in your belly kick up. “Oh, fuck Vincent, you feel so good in me.” he hummed in agreement as he flicked your neglected nipple. Rising to fall back down he hit so deep and fuck was it good. Arousal was coursing straight to your clit having it pulse in time with every downward stroke.

His hand at your hip leisurely thumbing circles into your skin as you picked up the pace- taking him as deep as you could with each fall. You’d slowly built up until you were bouncing on his cock babbling about how good he was stretching you open and how deep his cock hit. Both hands were back at your hip pulling you down harder as he fucked his hips up into you while watching your tits bounce.

Everything was building, you were tense, hot- like you were burning up, could feel the familiar heat of an orgasm building in your lower stomach like lead. You were so close, but you wanted his cum first, “Oh, fuck! Vinny I’m so close! Please, please I want your cum in my cunt! Please, I need it filling me up before I cum.” You sobbed out a cry when he moved his thumb to circle harshly on your clit, “Vincent, god you’re so fucking sexy. Please, I want you to fuck your cum up into me!”

He moaned when you said that and arched as he shot his thick cum deep inside you. The hot sensation of being so filled pushed you over the edge and had your moaning out a cry as your own back arched. His hips were still jerkily fucking into you and when you finally looked down you saw his cock was covered in his own milky white essence when he pulled out.

Fuck that looked so good and somehow even after your intense orgasm fire shot back down your spine- almost like an aftershock. Leaning down you gave him a long lazy kiss before you pulled away to ask, “Could you put it back in? I wanna keep your cum inside and cock warm while we fall asleep.” He ran a hand over his face and through his hair as he groaned out a single, “Fuck.” but he pulled your back to his chest and as you settled down his thigh lifted one of yours for him to slowly push his softening cock back inside you. Some of his cum that’d started leaking out helped him slip in easier.

You pushed your hips back against him, “Oh, Vincent you feel so good like this.” His hand rested low on your stomach pulling your hips to his as he came back up to kiss at your pulse before you turned your face to lock lips. He settled in behind you and after a few minutes the both of you were out like candles.

Something was coaxing your senses back awake. The light was blinding when you’d tried to open your eyes, only to shut them again. You could hear your breathing was heavy and felt the warmth in your lower stomach. A second later you figured out what it was when you felt a hot tongue lick though your folds to end at your clit with a swirl. Moaning you pushed your hips into the mouth as you opened your eyes again.

When your vision finally focused you saw Bo’s head between your legs sloppily eating you out.

You moaned Bo’s name as his tongue dipped into your center before he sucked your clit into his mouth. He released you with a pop, “Mornin, Pumpkin” You’d tried to return it, but when he dipped his tongue back through your folds you moaned again.

He spread your pussy open with two fingers to tongue fuck your hole before he pulled back, “Fuck, princess, your pussy’s tangy this morning.” You groan because fuck that thought of why was hot and you finally answered, “That’d be vincent’s cum. Somes probably still there. Asked him to keep my pussy plugged with his cock.” You thought it’d maybe deter Bo, but all he did was drag his tongue back into you and dipped in as deep as he could reach. He licked up to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your legs jerk open wide and hips buck into him when he swirled and then sucked.

Taking his mouth off you, he climbed his way up until you were caged in face to face. He gave you a scrutinizing look and you caught your breath as you stare back. Snaking your Legs up to grip his hips your ankles lock around the backs of his upper thighs. Damn, he came prepared. No boxers to be found and shit he felt so good-- he has such fucking solid thighs.

He breaks your internal chatter and brings you back with, "Yeah? You let my baby bro cum all in your cunt and didn’t wash?" You shrugged sheepishly and offered, "We were tired...plus, baby bro? he’s like 2 minutes younger." Bo huffed a laugh while swooping down to your neck, "Two minutes still means younger. And that makes him the baby." Before you could retort he ground his hips against yours. Cock sliding through your folds to catch your clit had you whimper out a moan.

He licked up your neck to nibble on your ear while still grinding against you, "Wanna know a secret, sunshine? I actually prefer when you’re a dirty slut and leave his cum inside." A plus shot down to your core and settled in your clit, "Just means I get the pleasure of fucking it outta ya and filling it up with my own." You groaned and tightened your thighs around him "Oh fuck, Bo! You’re disgusting. You like your twin’s sloppy seconds?" He leaned back and gripped the base of his cock and pushed in your opening as he snickered, "Yeah, I do. I heard the two of you fucking last night, was hoping he’d cum inside. And besides, it don’t look to me like you or your pussys complaining." He gave a harsh trust, “In fact, with how wet you got and how hard you clenched, I’d wager you like it too.”

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p-artsypants · 4 years

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Longest Night (44) Rejecting

Ao3 | FF.net

Despite Adrien’s absolute meltdown, Gabriel still insisted everyone eat together as a family. Sabine did her best to keep the food warm as Adrien collected himself. But ‘collected’ was the barest sense of the word, as he came downstairs, still puffy-eyed and sniffing. Luckily, Marinette was right there beside him, holding his hand tightly.

It was a pasta dish for dinner. Adrien really didn’t pay attention to what kind, he just spent a long while twisting his noodles on his fork.

“So,” began Emilie. “Your father tells me you started going to public school! I knew that was something you wanted to do, but I was just never sure if you were ready. I’m proud of you for getting out there! It can be really nerve wracking starting at school, but I heard you have some really great friends! I’m so happy for you!”

Adrien didn’t look at her, and his expression only tightened.

“It’s okay. Your father said you’re not really talking right now. I don’t blame you. I just wanted you to know that I want to know all about all the things you did while I was gone.”

Adrien hunched over in his seat, curling over his plate and nursing his bad arm to his chest. Why must he be tortured this way?

Marinette on the other hand, watched this exchange with scrutiny. The softness of Emilie’s tone was surprising, but refreshing. Whenever Gabriel had tried the comforting parent routine, his tone usually ended up sounding more condescending than tender. He had his moments of course, but not like Emilie. She spoke to him, not at him. She wasn’t prying to get an answer either, just speaking to him very casually. And the way she looked at him was different too.

It was all love.

Talking with Adrien earlier, he had disclosed that he was confused and hurt by Emilie’s sudden appearance. He didn’t understand why she had shown up so suddenly after all this time. If she was fine, why hadn’t she contacted him? If she loved him so much, why did she disappear without a trace?

Things just didn’t make sense. She seemed like a very kind and warm woman, and for Adrien’s sake, Marinette hoped that she truly was. But for the moment, she’d continue to hold her skepticism.

“Marinette,” Emilie addressed her. “Gabriel says you’re interested in fashion?”

Ah, so she was trying a different technique now? “Uh, yes. I am. That’s what I was hoping to go into…well, I was before…”

“I mean, even if you can’t make a full time career out of it, it’s still a very good hobby to have! When Gabriel was your age, he made all of my clothes! I never had to go shopping and I was the envy of all the girls in my class.”

“Emilie—“ Gabriel tried to interrupt.

“He gets all embarrassed about it when I mention it now, because he has ‘people for that sort of thing’.” She mocked her husband’s voice, prompting Sabine to let out a snort. “But I saw the wedding gown he made for you. Gorgeous! You designed it though, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I had a sketch of it in my sketchbook. I…I think I mentioned it on camera, and he found the design.”

Emilie gasped at her husband. “You went through a girl’s sketchbook without her permission!?” She whacked him.

“Ow! Woman! Stop hitting me!”

“Once you learn some manners, I will! But until then, I think I’ll have to beat them back into you!” Then she laughed. Adrien’s laugh. That unrestrained, joyful sound that you couldn’t help but smile at. Then she smiled, and it really all came together. If Adrien was sunshine, Emilie was a 200,000 mega watt lightbulb. Her joy filled the room, literally making it warmer and brighter.

Like even though her family was falling apart, she was just happy to be with them.

“The second you both feel better, you have to let me see your super suits! I’ve been catching up on the blog, but there’s no real good shots of the details. I want to know everything! Does your yo-yo double as a purse? Do the tail and ears move on their own?”

“Don’t overwhelm them, Em.”

“I can’t help it! My baby boy! A superhero! It’s so exciting!”

“I, for one, think it’s dangerous.” Gabriel argued.

“Well, of course it’s dangerous! That much is obvious!” She gasped. “Oh Marinette, he showed me this clip of Adrien, not transformed, being thrown off the side of a building by a King Kong knock off! Do you know how pissed off that made me?! And don’t even get me started on when he became a glitter statue! Honestly, if it wasn’t for you, I would have lost him several times over!”

Marinette gave a soft, patient smile that she hoped came off in gratitude, and not betraying her current thought, which was, ‘you still might lose him.’ “He’s saved me several times too. He’s got my back, for sure.”

“Oh I’m so glad to hear that!” She clapped. “A healthy marriage is built on teamwork and trust. Just from the clips I’ve seen, it looks like you guys are oozing with it.”

Adrien scooted his picked-at plate forward.

“Adrien, you barely touched your food.” Said Sabine.

He stood, pushing in his chair, and walked out of the room.

Marinette glanced over to Emilie to gauge her reaction.

The woman was just on the verge of tears.

“Madam Agreste, can I have a word with you?” She asked, standing.

“Of course dear.”

Emilie allowed Marinette to lead her into the parlor and shut the door. “Alright. Spill. What’s your angle? Because if you’ve come to get Adrien to trust and fall in love with you all over again before bouncing without a trace, I will personally hunt you down and kill you. My body count is over 40, and I don’t mind adding to it for his sake. Understand?”

Emilie looked at her wide-eyed, before exhaling calmly, “well, I’m happy to see you really do care about Adrien as much as you say you do. I don’t plan on going anywhere, Marinette. I promise.”

“And so I’m just supposed to take you at your word? He cried for an hour!”

From upstairs, the pair could hear the clattering of books and other heavy items being thrown around again.

“Look at what you’re doing to him! You better explain yourself now, or not even Mr. Agreste will let you stay in this house.”

“Marinette,” Emilie said sternly. “I didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t my choice.”

“Then whose was it?”

“No one chose what happened. Gabriel and I…we made a mistake. A huge one that I had to pay for. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. I didn’t even get to ask for it. I—“ She glanced towards the door, not knowing who was listening on the other side. Then she shook her head. “I’m trying to be gracious, but this is Gabriel’s fault. I still love my husband, but he has a lot to answer for, especially to you both. I asked him to do so before I came, but he chickened out, I suppose. I can’t blame him…I know he wouldn’t want Adrien giving him the cold shoulder the same way he’s giving me.”

Marinette blinked several times. “What are you even talking about? Stop being so vague!”

“I really wish I could, but I can’t. I don’t have all the answers, and Gabriel really should be saying all of this. I just…I think you’re super cool and really great and I want you to like me. Selfish, I know. But I just wanted you to know that I’m not the bad guy here.”

“That sounds like something the bad guy would say.”

Emilie smiled slightly. “Fair, I guess.” She rubbed her hands on her thighs. “Once Gabe comes clean, I swear this will all make sense.” She paused. “Even in this time where little does for you.”

Marinette inhaled sharply. “So you watched it then?”

“Not all of it. Not yet.” She cast her gaze to the floor. “None of it live. Only after you were found was I even told what was happening.”

Marinette frowned. “Did Gabriel know where you were?”

Emilie paused, considering her answer. There was really no way to soften this blow. Once it all came out, he wasn’t going to be forgiven anyways. “Yes. He did.”

Marinette swallowed harshly, tears pricking at her eyes. “And he never told Adrien?”

“No.”

“Didn’t you ask him to?”

“Marinette…I was in a coma. I couldn’t do anything.”

Well. That made sense. And it didn’t. Why did Gabriel have to hide that she was in a coma? Why would he hide it from his own son?

“Tell Gabriel I expect him to explain himself immediately.” She snapped, before turning face, and briskly leaving the room.

—

Upon returning to Adrien’s room, Marinette met the welcoming sight of her own mother comforting Adrien.

“It’s alright honey, we’ll pick it all up.”

The room was an absolute disaster zone. Anything that wasn’t bolted to the floor or wall was turned up turned, inside out, or smashed. Including the TV and computer.

Plagg floated over to be at eye level with Marinette. “Destructive tendencies. You wear the ring long enough, certain things come through. No one bats an eye when you make something, but when he breaks something...he’s been bottling this up for a while.”

Adrien sat on the floor, in the middle of all this chaos, and covered his face with his hands.

“It’s just stuff.” Marinette comforted. “Stuff can be replaced.”

After the high of absolute destruction, came the crash of guilt. And Adrien wallowed in it like a shallow pool.

“You know what you need? An entire living space renewal! New paint, new sheets, new decor! Not what some interior designer thinks is you, but what you want! You, Adrien, the person who lives here!” Sabine gestured broadly to the room. “And if it has to be a little messy, then that’s you! What do you think? Wanna start a project soon?”

Adrien didn’t answer, just crawled over to the bed and under the sheets from the end of the bed, slinking his way up to the top, and settling there.

“We’ll assume that’s a yes.” Marinette said.

“Alright. I’ll see if I can convince the manager of the building.” Sabine winked. “If either of you get hungry, there’s more pasta in the fridge downstairs.”

“Thanks Maman.”

“Of course, baby.” She kissed Marinette’s cheek, and then found Adrien burrowed under all his haphazard sheets and gave him a kiss too. “‘Night.”

“‘Night.”

Once she was gone, Adrien let out a long sigh. “I don’t know if I can remodel my room. It’s so big.”

“You won’t have to do it on your own. And if you like it the way it is, you don’t have to.”

He sat up slightly to look around at the whirlwind of anger. “I think it’s slightly better this way. But...I don’t like this room. I never have. It’s too sterile. Too cold. Too empty.”

“I agree.” She joined him on the bed. “Even here with you, I feel...vulnerable. Like I’m sleeping in a gymnasium instead of a room.”

“Exactly. It’s so open.”

She reached out and took his hand, threading her fingers through his. “Maybe…we’ll have to see, but maybe we can move to my house instead?”

Adrien turned to look at her, eyes searching her face for intention. He only saw comfort. “You sure? You wouldn’t mind sharing your room with me?”

“We might have to reorganize it a little. Make it a little less pink and girly. But yes, I’d love to share my room with you.”

He snuggled right up to her, almost spooning her. “I love you. And I think your room is super cute. We don’t have to change anything.”

“Too bad, we’re going to change things up. Whatever you want, just say the word.”

His exhale fluttered her bangs as he let go of her hand to hold her around the waist instead. “In that case, I want a jacuzzi. And a wall that looks like a big lava lamp.”

“Well, we can probably get a lava lamp. And we have a bathtub in the bathroom.”

He shrugged, “I suppose that will have to work.”

They laid like that for the rest of the night, discussing the changes to make to Marinette’s room. Most of them were absurd and silly, but some of them were doable.

“We should suspend a flat screen TV from the ceiling by the bed, so I can play games at night.”

“We could put directly on the ceiling, so we can watch TV before bed.”

“Let’s install a fireman’s pole from the balcony into the room, so we don’t put our shoes on your mattress.”

“We should at least get another desk in there, so you have a place to work.”

“Bunk desk, right on top of yours.”

“That sounds dangerous and uncomfortable.”

In the back of her mind, Marinette knew that this moment was going to be interrupted by Gabriel. She desperately wanted him to come clean about whatever the hell was going on. So it was her job to keep Adrien feeling optimistic until he came.

But he never did.

When Adrien’s sentences were peppered with more than one yawn, they took turns showering, and then prepared for bed.

While she was disappointed he still hadn’t come forward, she couldn’t help but be a little relieved that neither of them were going to sleep crying tonight.

Once Adrien was all fresh and clean, he snuggled her right up against his chest, nuzzling her neck. “Good night, My Lady.”

“Good night, Kitty.”

—

She stood on that rooftop, watching the scene below her as she had hundreds of times. The long shadow accompanied the voice of her greatest failure, cast by the too bright headlights on the car.

Ladybug clenched and unclenched her fist, watching as the young man begged for his life.

Run. She told herself. This one is not worth it. Please just run.

But this had already happened, and there was no erasing the past. So she stood and waited, waited for her opportunity to face the man that would be her downfall. Edward Savauge, normal man. No Miraculous, no akuma, just a sick twisted heart and too many strings to pull.

A noise brought her out of the flashback, a snapping noise of a foot on plastic.

She blinked once, twice, and stared at the mess of Adrien’s room in the bare lamp light from outside. She twisted in her sheets, making Adrien whine as he was dislodged from her side.

Only after she turned around did she realize they were not alone.

She sat up quickly, cradling Adrien’s head to her stomach. “Who’s there?”

The shadowy figure in the corner of the room by the window didn’t come any closer. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Tikki, spots on!”

The flash of Pink light not only woke up Adrien fully, but it illuminated the figure for a moment. Ladybug’s face grew pale under her mask. “Hawkmoth?”

Adrien muttered his transformation phrase as well, and crouched, ready to attack.

“That’s really not necessary,” Hawkmoth spoke, taking only one step forward, kicking some DVD cases out of the way. “I have no intention in fighting.”

“Is that why you snuck in while we were sleeping?”

“I simply wanted privacy, and I had hoped if you were tired, you’d be more willing to talk before fighting.” He walked over to Adrien’s desk and flipped on a lamp, illuminating him in all his unholy glory.

“So what do you want?” Ladybug spoke, coming to sit at the end of the bed. “We’re grateful for all you did to save us, but we’re still not going to give up the Miraculous. We’re sworn to protect them.”

“Of course.” Using his enhanced strength, Hawkmoth righted the upturned couch, facing it towards them, and took a seat. “You’ve proved that you are more than perfect for holding your Miraculous. I would be crazy for trying to take them away. Besides, I have no need for them anymore.”

“Are you turning yourself in, then? You helped us escape, but that doesn’t get you off the hook for all the things you did.”

“No, I suppose it doesn’t. And if you still want to send me to prison after this, you’d be justified.”

“Alright, go on then. Make your plea.”

Hawkmoth crossed a leg over the other, looking to all the world a business man in a meeting, and not a terrorist at the end of the line. “I made a mistake a long time ago. I let my wife use a broken Miraculous, even though we were warned of the consequences. She got sick, and then fell asleep, with no hope of waking. The Black Cat and Ladybug Miraculous come together and allow for an ultimate wish. I intended to use this wish to wake her up.”

“Even at the cost of others?”

“You wouldn’t do the same for Adrien? If he was right there, and you knew he could be saved?”

Ladybug looked to Chat Noir, remembering all the times he had fallen in battle. And then that moment in the catacombs when she had to leave him behind. She had considered putting the Miraculous both on to save him.

“So…what changed your mind?” She asked instead of answering.

“The guardian. He came and spoke to us, not knowing who I was. I explained my problem, and he had a solution that didn’t require the Miraculous.”

Ladybug relaxed. “And your wife, she’s okay now?”

“You had dinner just this evening.”

“W-what?”

“Dark wings fall.”

The purple light dispersed, and Gabriel Agreste sat there instead.

Emilie was right, things did make sense.

But why did it have to be all so unfair?

Chat Noir, for his part, just stared at Gabriel, like he was trying to solve an impossible problem.

“I imagine you have questions, son.”

But Chat didn’t make to transform, just sat there with his head in his hands.

“Emilie said you knew where she was, this entire time.”

“Yes,” Gabriel admitted regretfully. “She was in the basement, in a life support chamber.”

Chat just shook his head in disbelief.

“And you never thought about telling Adrien?”

“I thought about it every day…but I was…cautious. Because of who I was, and what I was doing. I knew he wouldn’t like it. I was hoping to wrap it up sooner…but you’re both just too smart.”

Chat snorted. And then proceeded to laugh. Not a funny laugh, but a laugh of disbelief, like something so horribly ironic just happened and all you can do is laugh. Because if you don’t, you’ll cry, and he’d cried enough today.

“Adrien,” Gabriel said softly. “Your mother had nothing to do with this. She didn’t leave, she became sick, you understand? Please don’t push her out. She loves you so so much. Please.”

Chat stood, still laughing and shaking his head. He walked across the room to the windows.

“What are you doing?” Gabriel asked, panic edging at his voice. “I hope you’re not trying to leave. You’re not well enough.”

The glare that Adrien shot across the room gave Marinette goosebumps. His cat-eyed pupils narrowed into slits, and the toxic green glowed in the dark.

Without another word, Chat escaped through the window Gabriel had left open, and disappeared into the night.

Gabriel groaned after he left. “I suppose that could have been worse.”

Ladybug stood, and went to the closet. “Suppose it could have. But now I have to clean up your mess.” She found Adrien’s fencing duffle, and dumped out all of his equipment, before stuffing it with his comfiest clothes.

“What are you doing? Why are you packing?”

“I don’t want to stay here anymore, and considering how quickly he fled, I doubt he’s coming back tonight.”

“Would you convince him to talk to his mother at least? He needs at least one parent.”

She shrugged. “I don’t tell Adrien to do anything. He’s been bossed around enough.”

Gabriel shook his head. “Fine. You impossible children. Are you going to your house? Can I tell your parents?”

“That’s my plan. If you want to tell them, that’s fine. I was going to write a note anyways.”

“Oh,” Gabriel tugged at his jacket, taking a wallet out of his pocket. “Here, this is Adrien’s wallet. The police returned it to me. There’s a new card in there too. He can be as angry as he wants with me, but I’ll be damned if he isn’t properly cared for.”

Ladybug took the wallet with a softer expression. “Glad you’re starting to see things our way.” Before he dropped his hand back, she took it, and gave it a firm shake. “Thank you, Hawkmoth. For saving us. Regardless of the reason, thanking you is something I had been meaning to do since I got my memory back.”

Gabriel could only nod as emotion started to choke him. He pulled away and fled the room himself.

“Well?” Asked Emilie, who had been waiting outside the door. “How did it go?”

“They left.”

“Left? What do you mean? Where are they going?”

“To Marinette’s bakery.”

“Is that smart? Are they strong enough for that?”

“I surmise that revealing myself has ruined any sort of authority over them I had. Adrien’s not going to listen to me. I tried to get across to them that you’re not a fault but…” A tear rolled down his cheek. “Why did I even start this charade? All I ever did was hurt people. My son, my daughter in law, Nathalie, I couldn’t even save you.” He shook his head. “I should just turn myself in.”

Emilie rested a hand on his shoulder. “That’s not going to help Adrien. Now, you’re going to continue with therapy, and you’re going to follow my lead. It might take a while for Adrien to start talking to you again, but it doesn’t hurt to try.”

“I’ve been trying.”

“Well, then try harder!”

“Emilie…”

“Starting tomorrow. Now come along, it’s late.”

“Yes dear.”

—

Ladybug landed on her balcony, duffle over her shoulder.

Chat was curled up on her deck chair, staring at the sky.

“You doing okay, kitty?”

“It’s not all that surprising, all things considered. I gave him so many excuses for his shitty behavior, and little did I know, he’s actually the worst person in Paris.”

Marinette shrugged. “I can think of at least two people that take that title now.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess you got me there.”

Ladybug sat down next to him, draping her legs over his. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his chest. “You know what really sucks?”

“What?”

“I love him. I still…I still love him. Hawkmoth. God. That sucks.”

“Well, he is your father, and at some point, he was different. And he was doing this to save your mom, not for riches or power…I don’t know, I think that softens the blow a little.”

“Yeah. That makes it hurt a little less. He’s a good person. But just��Deep deep down. And he’s trying. I know he is.”

“You know you should forgive him, right?”

Chat growled. “Yeah…”

“But I think a lot of people mess up forgiveness with acceptance. Forgiveness is letting the anger and the bitterness in your heart go. So accept that he hurt you, work through it, and let that anger and hate go. But that doesn’t mean you have to invite him back into your life to hurt you again. You can protect yourself. You can cut him off.”

“I don’t know if I want to cut him off…at least not forever. I just need time to think.”

She smiled at him. “That’s why I brought your duffle. He’s not expecting us to come back for a while.”

Chat sat up, eyes wide and full of delight. “Really?”

“Yes, kitty. I’m sure he’ll want us to interact with him, but we can stay here.”

His lips found hers, pressing affection and gratitude into her. “You’re the best.”

“I try.”

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