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Comte’s Drama CD: Track Three, A Date at the Mercy of an Extraordinarily Bad(?) Adult

And we are back with our third installment of this unhinged recounting translation series, to perhaps the funniest and lowkey horniest track on the whole CD. In this one, Comte takes MC to a boutique to try on dresses and select something for a party/ball later that night. Without further ado, the contents are as follows:

Comte: Come on in. This boutique is my favorite. 

There is a large variety of designs, so if you see a dress you like, don’t hesitate to give it a try.

Of course, I’m going to have you wear a lot of the dresses I select, so be prepared for that.

Let’s pick a dress for the ball tonight.

From now on, it’s my pleasure to show off the most beautiful person I know.

The way he makes me so giddy, “to show off the most beautiful person I know” no you!!!!! But also like. Lmfao the way he’s so ready for this, you can just tell this is what he lives for and it’s hilarious.

What’s that? Have you found a design that you like?

I…yes, I’ve decided. I carefully selected about ten gowns because I was worried about it.

Huh? ….I didn’t think it was that many….

Well, let’s leave that discussion aside for now and examine each dress in order.

I love how he’s like “okay what did you pick, let’s compare.” MC presumably has like two and he’s like “oh yeah, here’s ten.” And not only that, the second she’s like “uhhhhh don’t you think that’s too many??” he’s like “ANYWAY--” The way he will deadass evade any questions about excess I’m. Iconic. King Shit. Nobody Doing It Like Him. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I love how the energy of their married life is like: MC: I did not grow up rich Comte: YOU GON LEARN T O D A Y--

I think one of my favorite bits about Comte is how he’s like “I’m so normal” while everyone stares at him in sheer disbelief or incredulity 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

First off, this is an evening dress.

The beaded embroidery that spreads down to the hem is intended to reflect the light that spills from the chandelier overhead when dancing.

It must be breathtakingly beautiful

It’s a sight I’d love to see….Though…there is the trouble that this dress is dazzlingly attractive. (MONSIEUR IS CONFLICTED)

I feel I have made it clear (but I must reiterate) how much I love him being the living embodiment of that meme like:

Comte: Look at MC!!!! Isn’t she the prettiest!!!!! I love my wife so much!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Anyone: Wow I like her too Comte: kill bill sirens no.

I can assure you that this exotic dress would suit you without even needing to see you try it on.

A sash belt with wide cuffs and a high waist…

It’s similar to a traditional Japanese kimono from your homeland, isn’t it?

And then…a pretty floral dress with a soft/fluffy drape.

Ah...I should probably put this dangerous looking black lace dress away. (HE SOUNDS SO TURNED ON AND LOWKEY HOARSE IM)

Ah…the more I look at it, the weaker I get…I can’t choose because I think any of them would look good on you.

I find it absolutely hysterical that he tries to hide his real taste behind all these very subtle and feminine dresses and then he’s like. LOOK AT THIS. COINCIDENTALLY BLACK AND RISQUÉ DRESS. NOW YOU SEE IT NOW YOU DON’T--

Comte just give me the dress I’m yelling 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Oh that’s right…if I get all of them, I won’t have to choose…! (EXCITE)

Oh, no…haha, I know (IMMEDIATE GIVE UP)

I’m only kidding. (ARE YOU?? I DON’T BELIEVE U SIR)

But since we’re here anyway, do you mind if we look around for a while together?

I don’t know what’s cuter, the fact that he gets so hyped and then sulks immediately, or the fact that he tries to compromise and be there together for a bit longer. I love him!!!!! Mans is trying so hard to dote on her I’m dying

Yes, leave it to me. I’ll make you the best princess in the world.

Well then, let’s go to the fitting room with the dresses we have chosen…Don’t worry if you don’t know how to wear it.

I’ll help you, okay? (DON’T WHISPER I’M FRAGILE)

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Come now, don’t run away,

At home, you let me tie the ribbons at the back and help you with your necklaces all the time.

Well the setting is a little different, so I suppose it would make sense that you might be a bit more self-conscious.

You’re blushing all the way up to the tips of your ears…you’re so cute.

I’m telling you right now, don’t even think about asking the shop clerk to help you. (EEEEEEYYYYYY YOOOOOOO)

I don’t care who it is, I’m the only one allowed to touch you like this. (SEXY SEXY O//O)

Aight so there are so many things going on here, and the asides barely even cover it all. Fuwa fuwa about the best princess in the world, no u!!!!!!!! My face was in my hands when he said she was cute, he’s so earnestly affectionate!!!!

This. mf. going into the changing room with her. Without hesitation. Sir that is not how any reputable place of business operates!!!!! I laugh even more because he sincerely sounds a bit put out trying to chase her around to let him help her 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Okay but that last bit when he’s telling her only he gets to do that stuff. Bruh. He goes lowkey savage and it’s HOT AF. Sultry and possessive inject that straight into my veins h e l l o--

…Don’t worry. No one knows what’s going on behind the curtain unless you make noise. (THAT’S NOT ALL I’M CONCERNED ABOUT SIR)

Now then…turn around and I’ll help you take off the dress you’re wearing right now. (SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP)

…You are beautiful no matter what you wear, but there’s no match for the breathtaking sight of you with nothing at all on… (STOP BEING HORNY IN PUBLIC)

I won’t do anything...If only you were quiet?

Hm? The sound of footsteps approaching…is that a clerk I hear? [audible footsteps in the background]

I’m so torn because like. There’s the half of me that’s like “go on” and the other half of me that’s like slaps his little pizza hands. Being a Comte stan is just being torn between scolding him and/or enabling him constantly LMFAO

Shh…forget other people noticing me, are you all right?

(STOP LAUGHING WHY IS IT ADORABLE) It can’t be helped. If you’re so worried, I’ll cover your lips for you. Mn…

Well…I think he’s gone…[chuckle] I didn’t mean to kiss you in a place like this.

Hm? You’re such a naughty woman…to look so love drunk with a single kiss.

We can continue this tonight…tonight we’ll have our fill. Do you like the sound of that?

I gotta wonder what MC looked like to make him be like “bro, you good?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Behold the consequences of your actions, Comte, you keep wooing and charming her and she’s going to be incoherent by the end omllll. But also him finding any excuse to kiss her eyyyyyyyyyyyy (I will forgive his relentless desire for her because it’s sweet and v sexy, gold star ⭐️)

Also why does that last bit lowkey sound more like he’s trying to bargain with himself than her 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 “just be patient Abel. Bide ya time”

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…Yes, I think this dress looks the best/most attractive on you.

(HIS LAUGHTER SEND HELP THE DELIGHT) I just knew it would look stunning on you.

Ah but I can’t help but pester you a little. Every dress looks so lovely on you.

No, it’s not just flattery…do you mind if I see you in just one more?

I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard a man who loves to play dress up as much as he does, should I be concerned??

Sir you are under arrest for being beyond silly goofy cute LOCK THE DOORS FETCH THE CONSTABLE--

Everyone at home says it's just a deranged aristocratic hobby or that I’m turning you into a dress up doll…

The loveliness and beauty of my lover, I can’t help that there’s no end to my desire to see you shine even more.

Thank you…I’m glad you at least understand/don’t feel put upon.

Oh dear, it’s about time for the carriage to pick us up. Since we’ve tried a few things on, I think we should start heading over to the ball.

…But before that, I must offer you one piece of advice.

…Don’t show the defenseless face that I see now in front of any other man. (SO SERIOUS HEART FLUTTERY VISION GROWING DIM)

Understand? …Yes, that’s a very good answer.

Well then, let’s go, my princess.

Honestly I do feel that--while it’s hilarious and somewhat fair the mansion men rib him about dressing her up--Comte does have positive intentions regarding the whole endeavor. It was recently brought to my attention by a friend (I can take little to no credit for this idea) that part of being lovers with someone is sharing what you have. Now this obviously doesn’t mean an exacting 50/50 type of thing, rather that part of showing proper care and affiliation can involve gifts/money depending on the situation.

In the case of Comte who is a man of considerable wealth and social standing, it would potentially appear negligent if MC were to appear at a ball with a dress she’s worn before. Part of being a responsible spouse in his context, then, would be to provide her with nothing less than the most stunning jewelry and top class new dresses. While I don’t necessarily think he’s interested in his/their image in a vain way or even all that obsessed with what others think, I do think he’s concerned about being a good husband and lover. And by extension, he wants MC to enjoy nice clothing and accessories and be able to present herself at his side with confident pride.

Another dimension that’s important to consider, I think, is the fact of his upbringing. It is very likely that in his household growing up, that might have been what he was taught. I won’t spoil the next Drama CD track, but there is evidence to believe he has a number of preconceived notions about what it means to be an adequate partner to someone. Granted I don’t think he’s incapable of seeing things any other way, but I think those lessons from when he was a kid do color his perception. He was likely taught that, as a person of status, he had to be exquisitely mannered, exceptionally talented in some form of the arts, a captivating dancer, a sharp and witty conversationalist, and many more expectations that he had no choice but to meet. And most importantly, he had to be able to convey that to and lead the woman he chose for himself. We have already explored the fact that pureblood vampires are a bit extreme and inhumane in their beliefs about many things. Given how weirdly obsessed they are with breeding more of them, it really wouldn’t surprise me if they have absolute ideas about gender roles.

It almost seems like for him to feel worthy of a relationship, he feels the need to meet those expectations. On some level, it’s like he forgets MC is just happy to be beside him; she’s not necessarily all that interested in him fitting the cookie cutter perfect aristocrat spouse. And in truth, I find that whenever she reminds him of what truly matters at the core, it always seems to give him a jolt. Not that he had considered it irrelevant, but that he gets so caught up in his instinctive/learned behavior that it’s a soothing reminder that he’s more than enough to be loved as he is. I think its particularly fascinating because it really doesn’t feel superficial or naive as much as it does a product of his habits/lifestyle. Yes it allows him to stay informed and busy (beating the bad thoughts away with a broom, mood) but he also loses that depth of connection that he yearns for. (Which he also fears, of course, because of everyone he’s lost. Man Comte tough break being allergic to your own feelings fr, spamming F in the chat--)

And God like. I know I’ve said it before but. The way this man does possessiveness/jealousy????? Unmatched. Enormously attractive. Yessir I wasn’t particularly interested in looking at anyone else, but wow does it set me on fire to be reminded sternly 👀

All right well that’s it for track three, on to the next!

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp mc #ikevamp drama cd #ikevamp translations #ikevamp meta #(if you squint at the end)#fangdad propaganda #man i gotta tell yall ive never been much of a shopper #but he's so hilariously giddy and enjoys seeings the different dresses #somehow i feel like it would be fun doing it with him #i feel like he makes me a lot more amenable to things i was indifferent to/dislike LMFAO #oh abel what you do to me...#all that being said this one was mostly happy good feely times i think #the meta suggestion at the end of this track gets expanded on in the next one so do look forward to that #au revoir friends and until next time~#not incorrect quotes

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Full moon sitting in the darkest night.

“So, sounds fun, right?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure.”

You kinda just agreed to whatever Mai said, busy doing your makeup and humming to the music playing from your speaker. But it wasn’t until a few hours later that you realized what you’d agreed to. You both were sitting outside now, waiting for Yuuji to pick you up, but he was ten minutes late. When he did pull up, he parked fast, seeing Mai’s already irritated expression. Hesitantly, he walked over to where you both stood.

“Heyyyyy…”

Mai pushed past him, brushing off his attempt at a hug.

“Save it, bitch.”

Yuuji ran before her, opening the door, which she thanked him for in the form of a sneer. He looked at you next, hoping for a more positive reaction as he guided you to the backseat.

“Are you mad at me too?”

“If I were, it would be in good reason. You’re late.”

He closed the door behind you and scrambled to the driver’s seat, promptly turning on the car and attempting to show he was in a rush.

“Look, I’m sorry, I ended up-”

“Just drive, Yuuji!”

Mai wasn’t giving him a break; not like he deserved one. He huffed and put the car in drive, taking off. You guys were going to a car meet; Yuuji was excited to show off the car he’d just finished modding, a WRX or something like that. To be honest, you didn’t know too much about cars, except what Yuuji would tell you, but that would involve you paying attention. Nonetheless, you wanted to be a supportive friend, so here you were.

Feel a breeze, smoking trees, cloudy in the ride.

Yuuji pulled up to a lot full of cars, parking in an empty spot towards the middle of the row. You noticed some cars in an intersection next to the lot, driving in circles as people hung out the windows. You weren’t gonna lie; it looked a little fun, dangerous, but fun. Yuuji got out, opening each of your doors.

“So, I’ll probably stay here if anyone asks questions about my ride, but feel free to check things out!”

“You brought us here so we could frolic around? Yuuji, you’ve gotta be shittin’ me right now.”

“Now, don’t say it like that. It makes me sound like an asshole.”

The both of you looked at him with a deadpan expression, but then he gave those puppy dog eyes, causing Mai to rub down her face.

“Fine, but you owe us big time. Let’s go see what they're doing in the circle over there.”

With that, you and Mai walked off. Yuuji told you to stay safe, but Mai’s reply was a middle finger. The air was smoky and smelled like burnt rubber, but you guys still pushed through the crowd to see the action. Cars were drifting in a circle now, another car coming in the rotation, probably the most dangerous thing you’ve ever seen.

Two of the cars drifting had pulled off to the side, and from what you could tell, the drivers were arguing. A couple of guys tried to break it up, but one flipped the other guy off as they both hopped in the driver's seat.

Narrow roads, so many caution signs.

“Shit, they’re about to race!”

You hadn’t even heard Yuuji walk up behind you guys, Mai looking back at him with a smirk.

“So, why aren’t you with your “ride”? No takers?”

Yuuji huffed, making her laugh triumphantly. The circle began to shift, noticing a gap opening as the two cars revved, one all white and the other blue with a black stripe across the side. You found the white one more tasteful, pointing at it and looking back at Yuuji.

“Oh, that one? An Audi S5. Other one’s a Scat.”

You nodded like you knew what he meant and looked back as some shirtless guy got between the cars, throwing it down. Instantly, both cars take off, the white one gapping the blue one by a long shot.

“I don’t know why he even bothered. The launch on the S5 is insane.”

As the cars finished, people began cheering; even Mai was clapping and nodding. They drove back to the lot where the cars were lined up. The Scat driver handed the S5 driver a wad of cash, returned to his car, and drove off.

“Damn, sore loser. Anyway, I wanna meet the guy who drove the S5. Y’all sit tight, okay?”

Before Mai could even curse him out, Yuuji had run off. You two scoffed and sat on the hood of his car.

“So, you upgraded the intercooler? I did the same to mine, it’s a W-”

“Welcome back, fucker. You brought a friend?”

Yuuji had returned to the car with a guy, and damn he was hot. You were too busy staring at his abs pressed against that black tee he was wearing or the outline of something that surely wasn’t his wallet in his sweats to stop Mai from chewing Yuuji out.

“This is Choso; he’s driving the S5.”

Shotgun sippin’; rollin' with the tide.

Choso looked at you and licked his lips, sending something down to your-

“Nice to meet you, really nice to meet you.”

You were blushing like crazy. Was he flirting with you? You were too enthralled to notice Yuuji and Mai going back and forth in the background.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, you guys stayin' around for shots? I’d hate to see you go so early.”

Oh, he was definitely flirting with you.

“Depends. Want me to stay?

“If that’s fine with you, princess.”

“What we drinkin’?”

“Your choice.”

“Hm, whatever your drinkin’.”

He looked up and down at you, smirking a bit.

“I’ve got something in mind.”

“Is that so?”

“UM HELLO!”

You both turned to look at Mai, who had a surprised look on her face as Yuuji stood there in shock. Choso cleared his throat and gave an awkward smile to Mai.

“That is if you want to stay too, Mai.”

“Well, depends. What do you wanna drink, other than my best friend?”

You choked on your spit as your body jolted at Mai’s question. Yuuji began to laugh uncontrollably, walking up to Choso and slapping him on the back.

“Don’t worry, I got tequila in the trunk.”

“Oh shit, what kind?”

“Terramana, of course.”

“My man. I gotta bottle, too; I’ll go grab it.”

With that, Choso and Yuuji split. Mai gave you that look.

“Didn’t know you liked car guys.”

“I do now.”

You both laughed as she wrapped her arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. Shortly, Choso and Yuuji were back.

“Let’s get lit, fuckers.”

Want you to love me like you do that S5.

You knew Yuuji and Choso had at least three shots, but right now, they both were going on about the mods they did on their cars. You had found yourselves back in the circle of people drifting.

“Looks fun, huh?”

“Yeah, a fun death trap.”

“Nonsense, people do it all the time.”

Choso looked over at Yuuji, both of them with the expression that they were up to something.

Oh my, Ima give you the ride of your life.

You found yourself in Choso’s passenger seat, staring at Mai in Yuuji’s across the circle. You can’t believe you got dragged into this; what the fuck were you-

Choso’s hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing the skin there as he looked at you with a smirk.

“Nervous? Don’t worry, princess. I got you.”

It took everything in you not to jump on him then and there. Those pet names were dangerous; every time he called you princess, it sent signals down below, practically screaming at you to relieve it. You hadn’t even realized his hand had moved to the gear shift, veins in his hand flexing as he revved the engine. Then, you were taking off.

You swear you just died. The whole time, you could hear the rubber screeching smoke lifting off the tires as Choso and Yuuji spun against each other. Halfway through, you saw Mai climb through the window; you did the same, and man, was it fun. Both of them parked and spilled out of the car, laughing and giving each other a high five, panting with adrenaline. You walked over to Mai, who looked like she was 10 seconds away from barfing.

“You good, girl?”

“I think I might’ve pissed myself.”

The boys walked back over, calmed down as the high wore off. Choso wrapped his arm around your waist, and boy, was that physically effective. Yuuji patted Mai’s back, giving him an annoyed look as she sat up straight. He smiled at her with open eyes, signaling something to her. She caught on fast because then she said:

“Yuuji’s gonna drive me home; Choso lives on the same side of town as you, so he’ll be takin’ you home. That okay?”

Oh, they were on some shit. But obviously, the two of you were, too.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Choso?”

“Sounds good, princess.”

I swear, I would die for you.

You waved bye to Mai as Yuuji helped her into the car, giving you a wink as Yuuji drove off. Choso guided you back to his car, opening the passenger door. Once you got in, you had a good look around, too nervous to check things out the first time you got in it. Damn, this was nice. He had red leather seats and ambient red lighting around the car. Shit, how much did this car cost? Choso got in the car and put his foot down on the pedal, starting the car as he adjusted the air conditioning.

“You cold?”

“Just a little.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”

Oh, you were warm, alright. It’s like every word he spoke had a sexual undertone because here you were, getting wet over a question about the AC. He reached over and turned on the heated seat for you, smirking as he pressed the button. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing back and forth; all you could focus on was how close he was to touching your pussy. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, causing you to squirm your legs. It hadn’t gone unnoticed him smiling as he bit his lip.

“Ready?”

Ready for what? At that point, you gave up the idea of celibacy for the night, like you had any intentions to not fuck him in the first place. Now, you knew this wasn’t a good idea. The both of you were tipsy, and it was probably reckless to have him drive. But then again, he had just drifted the car thirty minutes ago, so he’d be fine, right?

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You know I'd risk my life for you.

We fit so perfectly, in need of your affection.

The ride back to your house was pretty fast, considering Choso ran every red light and was going 20 over the speed limit. You had half a mind to hold the handlebars on the car's roof, but you weren't doing anything with Choso's hand rubbing you through your shorts. Your body began to react to it, closing your legs a bit, but it was all in vain when he brought your thigh towards him, opening your legs wider.

“Don’t go runnin’ from me, princess. Promise, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

You held everything in, taking the depths of your resolve to stop you from shamelessly asking him to fuck you in the car. He was definitely holding it in, too, a tent peeking out of those gray sweats, and fuck, you could tell, he had a big-

“We’re here, sweetheart.”

You sigh in relief as you realize you were in your apartment’s parking lot. He came around to open your door, those hungry eyes gazing at you as you climbed out of the seat. As soon as you were out of the car, Choso had you pinned against it, claiming your mouth as his as he grabbed your waist. Those eyes might have been hungry, but his mouth was greedy. He had moved onto your neck, sucking the skin there. Fuck, you were still outside, and you were sure he’d fuck you right here if you let him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you to your apartment.

“Let’s go.”

I think I want more.

You couldn’t open that damn door fast enough. As soon as you turned around to lock it, Choso was behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your ass as he ground it against his painfully hard dick. He flipped you towards him, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Which room?”

“Furthest back.”

Oh, yeah, I need more of your intensity.

Choso damn near threw you on the bed, taking his shirt off as fast as possible. You didn’t even get a chance to check out his abs; he was already on you, bringing your shirt up and sucking the skin on your chest as he pulled it over your head. You watched as he unbuckled your shorts, swiftly pulling them and your panties down. The only thing left was your bra, which was not of concern right now, considering he had pulled it down so your tits could spill out. He groaned as he brought his mouth down to your nipple, bringing his fingers up to pump in and out of your pussy. Now, he was usually a bit more gentle than this; take it real slow and careful. But you two had been edging each other all night, and he needed to taste you. Now.

Love when you speed; no need to speak.

The first swipe of his tongue nearly had you crashing, having been teased for twenty minutes in the car. It wasn’t until he slipped his tongue in you that you had to pull your strength together to not cum so fast.

“Cum for me, princess. Stop holding back.”

God, his voice was too much. So much, you came on his face, just like he asked you to. He groaned as he slurped up your juices, face completely covered in your essence, but he honestly did not give a single fuck. He was a man in heaven. He grabbed both your thighs and pinned your body down, eating you out for a second round, craving how your body jerked when he made you cum. This time, you didn’t have the will to hold out. Still recovering from the first orgasm, the second wasn’t far behind. You groaned his name in defeat, knowing you were about to cum again.

“Choso…”

“Mhm, baby. Give it to me.”

In seconds, your body was moving out of your control again, gripping his hair and pinning his face to your pussy. As you came down, you ground your hips against his face, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, I need you, princess.”

I know you want more…

Choso couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. His dick was about to jump out his boxers; if he got any harder, it probably would’ve ripped through them. Positioning himself over top of you, he kissed you and brought his finger up to put your wetness on his shaft.

“Ready for me?”

You gave him a nod, gripping his shoulders as he slid inside you. Once he was all the way in, he brought his lips down to your neck, experimentally pulling his hips back and forth slowly, making sure you had adjusted to his size. Fortunately for him, teasing for hours and two orgasms later, you took him instantly. Damn, he was big. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out, arching your back off the bed as he fucked you steadily. His face was inches away from yours, every couple of thrusts coming down to kiss you, throwing his head back to get his hair out of his face, damp with sweat from how good he was fucking you. And you were sure to let him know just how good he was giving it to you, moaning his name out like a damn siren, pulling him into your pussy as he picked up the pace.

…Ima give you more.

Fast, deep, slow, he didn’t care. He was gonna give it to you however you needed wanted it. He didn’t expect you to want to ride him, though, climbing over him and sinking down on his dick; boy wasn’t that a sight to see. He was losing his mind; you fucked him at a fast pace, tits jumping every time you brought your pussy back down to his hips. Fuck, you were perfect. You were doing magic on him, had to be; he swears he’s never had pussy this good. At this point, he needed to see you crumble again, so he took some initiative and grabbed your hips, fucking his dick into you rapidly.

“Choso, oh my god!”

“You like that princess?”

You were too fucked out to answer. Every thrust made you dizzy, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Then there was that goddamn look on his face. His eyes were on you like a wild animal, groaning as you slid up and down his shaft. You wanted to see how much of a reaction you could get out of him, rolling your hips as his eyes rolled back. He was gonna cum soon, but he needed you to cum first.

Want you to love me like you do that S5, oh my.

He’s back on top, bringing your thighs up to his chest, getting as deep as possible. You were a blabbering mess at this point, and all he could do was smile as you tried to grab at the sheets, pussy about to give in at any second. With a quick dive, his lips came up to yours, his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. Every moan you gave went into his mouth, tongue exploring it as you came undone on his dick. And it felt fucking amazing. Your pussy clenched down on him, driving him crazy, your body squirming as you came hard from your third orgasm of the night.

Are you ready for the ride of your life?

He was done for. The feeling of your pussy tightening on him was too much, your moans of his name sounding like music to his ears. He didn’t even care anymore. Shamelessly, he moaned your name and whimpered into your neck as he came. God, it was like a fucking firecracker, his body feeling things it hadn't felt before. He had only fucked you this once, but fuck, he was addicted. He fell to your side, panting for a bit before getting up.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

I swear I would die for you.

He returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning the cum from your pussy and stomach, chuckling when you whimpered from the overstimulation of him cleaning around your clit. When he was done, he came and laid beside you, bringing you into his arms. You felt his head rest on yours, kissing your forehead lightly. Then, you realized that he would have to drive-

“Can I stay the night?”

“Hm, maybe. What do I get in return?”

“If you’re good, another round when we wake up.”

“I guess that’s better than you driving home drunk.”

“You mean “us.” I’m sleeping with you either way.”

You know I'd risk my life for you.

♱ the song used in this story is siren by alicia drayton.🖤

(edit: i now know about cars😭)

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toomanyrobins2 · 2 years

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Mr. Bruce Wayne

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

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27th May

Bat man, Esq.

Dear Sir: I am in receipt of a letter from Mother Waller. She hopes that I am doing well in deportment and studies. Since I probably have no place to go this summer, she will let me come back to the asylum and work for my board until college opens. I HATE THE BOWERY HOME.

I'd rather die than go back.

Yours most truthfully,

Y/N Abbott

Cher homme chauve-souris(French for Batman),

Vous etes un brick!

Je suis tres heureuse d'about the farm, parsque je n'ai jamais been on a farm dans ma vie and I'd hate to retourner chez The Bowery, et wash dishes tout l'été. There would be danger of quelque chose affreuse happening, parceque j'ai perdue ma humilité d'autre fois et j'ai peur that I would just break out quelque jour et smash every cup and saucer dans la maison. Pardon brievete et paper. Je ne peux pas send des mes nouvelles parceque je suis dans French class et j'ai peur que Monsieur le Professeur is going to call on me tout de suite.

He did!

Au revoir, je vous aime beaucoup.

Y/N

Bruce was at his desk and he was laboring over the blank sheet of paper. Similar pieces were littered across his desk and all of them a similar message, and yet, sounding wrong each time.

Dear Miss Abbot,

I put pen to paper with some trepidation but with the feeling after your last letter that I really do owe you some sort of response…

With that, another piece of paper was crumpled and tossed away. Throwing himself back against his chair, Bruce groaned, “How does one say, I want to write you back, but I don't know what to say? How can I explain that I'm not really old? That I am not at all the man you have imagined and I am definitely not the one you expect?” Getting up from the desk, Bruce began to pace and gesture wildly, “Of course, I write in contravention of my own rules of engagement which forbid any sort of communication from me. But last month, I was guilty of sending you a bouquet of flowers, so perhaps the damage is already done. It's getting very hard to abstain from a response, especially as a man who loves to correspond. I am longing to interject my observations and bursting with opinions and advice.”

Clark and Alfred were sitting on the couch, watching as Bruce had a prolonged temper tantrum. The former turned to Alfred, “Do you think he remembers we are still here?”

The grey-haired man laughed, “The world may never know, Master Kent.”

“How many letters is he at now?”

“He’s started 23. He’s managed to complete 0.”

Clark hid his laughter in his coffee, “Maybe he should just give up on writing a letter and just show up.”

Bruce whirled around and pointed at his friend, “Clark, that may not be a bad idea.”

“Oh, so you do know that we are in the room.” Clark pushed off the couch and pushed Bruce into one of the chairs, “I know you’re losing it now, because you have never thought my ideas were good.”

“No, this will work! I will drive up to the college one of these afternoons and introduce myself. I may not be ideal, but I should be able to manage. Although, I'm not good at friendship–as you know–I'm not good at attachment, or family, or commitment. I roundly despise my relations but she’s met Harriet, so she will understand. After all, my uncle is the reason for my low expectations.

Alfred stepped in to offer some advice, “Perhaps, it isn't wise to reveal yourself just yet. Why not meet Miss Abbott first as the man you really are? Why not introduce yourself as Harriet’s relation?”

“Because, it’s insane!” Clark couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “You’re going to meet your sponsee and hide your true identity all because you can’t manage to write a letter?”

“Yes!”

Clark ran a hand through his hand and turned to Alfred, “Surely you can see that this is madness.”

“Of course, but you are the one who planted the idea. Now, you will have to deal with the consequences.” The older man walked out of the study with a grin on his face.

30th May

Dear Batman,

Did you ever see this campus? (That is merely a rhetorical question. Don't let it annoy you.) It is a heavenly spot in May. All the shrubs are in blossom and the trees are the loveliest young green—even the old pines look fresh and new. The grass is dotted with yellow dandelions and hundreds of girls in blue and white and pink dresses. Everybody is joyous and care-free, for vacation's coming, and with that to look forward to, examinations don't count.

Isn't that a happy frame of mind to be in? And oh, I'm the happiest of all! Because I'm not in the orphanage anymore; and I'm not anybody's nursemaid or typewriter or bookkeeper (I should have been, you know, except for you).

I'm sorry now for all my past badnesses.

I'm sorry I was ever impertinent to Mother Waller.

I'm sorry I ever slapped Freddie Perkins.

I'm sorry I ever filled the sugar bowl with salt.

I'm sorry I ever made faces behind the Trustees' backs.

I'm going to be good and sweet and kind to everybody because I'm so happy. And this summer I'm going to write and write and write and begin to be a great author. Isn't that an exalted stand to take? Oh, I'm developing a beautiful character! It droops a bit under cold and frost, but it does grow fast when the sun shines. That's the way with everybody. I don't agree with the theory that adversity and sorrow and disappointment develop moral strength. The happy people are the ones who are bubbling over with kindliness. I have no faith in misanthropes. (Fine word! Just learned it.) You are not a misanthrope are you? I started to tell you about the campus. I wish you'd come for a little visit and let me walk you about and say:

‘That is the library. This is the gas plant. The Gothic building on your left is the gymnasium, and the Tudor Romanesque beside it is the new infirmary.'

Oh, I'm fine at showing people about. I've done it all my life at the Bowery Home, and I’ve been doing it all day here. I have honestly. And a Man, too! That's a great experience. I never talked to a man before (except occasional Trustees, and they don't count). Pardon, Batman, I don't mean to hurt your feelings when I abuse Trustees. I don't consider that you really belong among them. You just tumbled on to the Board by chance. The Trustee, as such, is fat and pompous and benevolent. He pats one on the head and wears a gold watch chain. However—to resume:

I have been walking and talking and having tea with a man. And with a very superior man—with Mr. Bruce Wayne of one of the first Houses of Gotham. Harriet’s cousin, in short (in long, perhaps I ought to say; he's as tall as you.) She tells me that he is the last of his family. The Wayne family is one of the founding families of Gotham. He's her father’s sister’s son, but she doesn't know him very intimately. Mr. Wayne’s mother was Harriet’s aunt. You’ll notice my use of the past term. Harriet informs me that Mr. Wayne’s family was killed when he was a child.

I have always thought that my situation was a sad one, and yet, I find my heart breaking for Mr. Wayne. While I have no memories of my parents, he has eight years of knowing how much his parents loved him. Knowing what could have been seems more heartbreaking than not knowing at all. I can at least pretend that my parents were horrible and mean, or they died and there was no one else to take me.

Sadness aside…being in town on business, he decided to run out to the college and call on Harriet. It seems he glanced at her when she was a baby, decided he didn't like her, and has never noticed her since. I can’t say I disagree with him. Anyway, there he was, sitting in the reception room very proper with his hat and stick and gloves beside him; and Harriet and Barb with seventh-hour recitations that they couldn't cut. So Harriet dashed into my room and begged me to walk him about the campus and then deliver him to her when the seventh hour was over. I said I would, obligingly but unenthusiastically, because I didn’t think I would care much for those related to the Kanes. But he turned out to be a sweet lamb.

He's a real human being—not a Kane at all. We had a beautiful time; I've longed for an uncle ever since. Do you mind pretending you're my uncle? I believe they're superior to grandmothers. Mr. Wayne reminded me a little of you, Batman, as you were twenty years ago. You see I know you intimately, even if we haven't ever met! He's tall and thinnish, tired eyes, and the funniest underneath smile that never quite comes through but just wrinkles up the corners of his mouth. For someone who looks so uninterested in the world, he had a way of making me feel right off as though I’d known him a long time. He's very companionable. We walked all over the campus from the quadrangle to the athletic grounds; then he said he felt weak and must have some tea. He proposed that we go to College Inn—it's just off the campus by the pine walk. I said we ought to go back for Harriet and Barbara, but he said he didn't like to have his cousins drink too much tea; it made them nervous. So, we just ran away and had tea and muffins and marmalade and ice-cream and cake at a nice little table out on the balcony. The inn was quite conveniently empty, this being the end of the month and allowances low.

We had the jolliest time! But he had to run for his train the minute he got back and he barely saw Harriett at all. She was furious with me for taking him off; it seems he's an unusually rich and desirable uncle. It relieved my mind to find he was rich, for the tea and things cost sixty cents apiece. This morning (it's Monday now) three boxes of chocolates came by express for Harriet and Barbara and me. What do you think of that? To be getting candy from a man!

I begin to feel like a girl instead of a foundling. I wish you'd come and have tea some day and let me see if I like you. But wouldn't it be dreadful if I didn't? However, I know I should. Bien! I make you my compliments.

'Jamais je ne t'oublierai.'

Y/N

PS. I looked in the glass this morning and found a perfectly new dimple that I'd never seen before. It's very curious. Where do you suppose it came from?

Lois raised an eyebrow, “You felt weak and needed tea? You hate tea.”

Bruce refused to look up from his meal. “We walked a lot.”

“You walked a lot and felt weak?”

Bruce finally set down his utensils and rested his chin on his folded hands, looking annoyed, “Are you going to rehash every detail of the letter?”

Clark laughed, “She’s just focusing on the most amusing bits. You had tea with your sponsee while hiding your true identity. Claiming weakness, even though you are in perfect health and didn’t even visit Harriet. Oh, and let’s not forget you sent her chocolates.”

“I sent all of them chocolates.”

Lois smiled knowingly, “Only because you couldn’t send them just to her without raising suspicion.”

“Why did I agree to dinner with the two of you?”

Clark shrugged, “We are the only ones you have to talk to about this.”

“How sad for me.”

9th June

Dear Batman,

Happy day! I've just finished my last examination in Physiology. And now: Three months on a farm!

I don't know what kind of a thing a farm is. I've never been on one in my life. I've never even looked at one (except from the car window), but I know I'm going to love it, and I'm going to love being free. I am not used even yet to being outside the Bowery Home. Whenever I think of it, excited little thrills chase up and down my back. I feel as though I must run faster and faster and keep looking over my shoulder to make sure that Mother Waller isn't after me with her arm stretched out to grab me back. I don't have to mind anyone this summer, do I?

Your nominal authority doesn't annoy me in the least; you are too far away to do any harm. Mother Waller is dead forever, so far as I am concerned, and the Kents aren't expected to overlook my moral welfare, are they?”

No, I am sure not. I am entirely grown up. Hooray! I leave you now to pack a trunk, and three boxes of tea kettles and dishes and sofa cushions and books.

Yours ever,

Y/N

PS. Here is my physiology exam. Do you think you could have passed?

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the-right-thyme · 7 months

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Lucilin Black: A Dark Caress (a HL story)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50284582

Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Original Black family member

Warnings: Non-con kiss, ableist language. All mild.

Summary: Sebastian meets Ominis’ betrothed.

‘Oh là là, if it isn’t the little Sallow lap-dog.’

Sebastian looks up at the witch speaking. Not much older than them, but definitely a woman.

She’s beautiful; tall, willowy, tumbles of gently curling jet black hair framing her perfectly proportionate delicate face, her eyes dark brown, iris’ almost black where they merge with the pupils. She’s wearing a deep purple and black laced corset dress affair, tight fitting and scandalously low in all the right places. Beautiful in much the same way he thinks the iridescent feathers of the occamy are. From afar, preferably with a thick dragon hide gown between them. It takes him a few seconds of gawping to realise despite saying his name, she isn’t talking to him. Her focus is entirely, intensely, on his friend stood next to him. He’s almost a bit jealous.

‘Lucilin, to what do I owe this pleasure?’ Comes Ominis’ curt, overly enunciated reply. The same voice he uses for all acquaintances, the voice that makes people think he’s a much colder person than he really is.

‘I heard your father made an example of you, mon cher Ominis.’ Her smile is more of a smirk; her voice melodic, the vowels an accented edge to them, and, he notes, she pronounces Ominis with a silent s.

‘Not that it matters, I’m promised to Umbra now, regardez.’ In front of his face she holds out her left hand, long and elegant, to reveal an ugly, chunky gold band encasing a bulging, roughly cut black gem, looking wildly out of place on her slender fourth finger. Ominis’ clouded eyes skate. She lets out a girlish giggle, covers it lightly with her right hand, her forehead wrinkled with a sneer.

‘I forget. Terribly sorry.’ Her tone is cruelly mocking. She turns her gaze to Sebastian, and he instantly regrets any shred of jealously he harboured moments before. She looks him up and down with obvious disgust, raises one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

‘This is the little friend my Uncle tells me you traipse after?’ She waves her hand at him, dismissed, as if he were merely a bothersome fly. ‘How disgusting.’

‘Was there something you wanted, other than to mock?’

‘Isn’t that reason enough?’ She drawls, placing a hand on Ominis’ cheek, the ghost of a caress. He flinches slightly, but doesn’t pull away.

‘Quel dommage.’ She murmurs, her fingers clasping under his chin, turning his head side to side as her eyes skim over him, ‘You’re quite a dear little thing close up.’ Her forefinger rubs over one of his moles lightly. ‘Très beau.’ Appraisal evidently over she moves her hand to the side of his head, coiling a strand of his hair between her fingers, twirling it slowly.

‘I expect I’ll see you at le mariage. Do try to stay out of trouble, it would be a shame if your father had to mar your pretty face.’ She threads her fingers deeper, this time at his nape, grasping a handful of hair in her fist as he tries to duck out her way. Sebastian hears the sharp intake of breath as Lucilin pulls him close, until her mouth is barely a few inches from his own, so close he must be able to feel her breath on his lips he thinks.

‘But I would very much enjoy watching it.’ She whispers, her breath gusting in anticipation. Her grip tightens, Ominis’ face pulls taut in a wince. Lucilin looks gleefully over his pained face for a second, before pressing into him with a harsh kiss. Ominis lets out a muffled hum of disapproval, causing Lucilin to let out a manic laugh, a cackle, and pushes her back, his hands on her bare shoulders for the briefest of moments.

She licks her lips, turns, and saunters down the corridor with an airy ‘Au revoir’ without a backward glance. Sebastian watches her figure disappear round a corner out of sight. It takes a few seconds for his thoughts to stop scrambling, to place the name fully. Lucilin. It hits him. Lucilin Black.

‘That’s-’

‘Don’t.’

Sebastian whistles.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #shadow anthology #lucilin black #Incorrect usage of the french language #I'm sorry #there's a reason i'm trying to make my own hashtag on ao3 #as a lot of my stories contain bad french #maybe i should stop #does anyone read the tags anymore?#i hope not

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In which Malleus is enviously curious about why (Y/n) spends so much time with Rook. It turns out that he's been teaching her French.

Now, Malleus wants to learn French, too — to impress her.

Request by @aisha-sum-blog.

"You've been awfully sad all evening, Malleus dear!"

Lilia jumped into the dragon fae's room, a joyful bounce to his step as he strolled towards the lone figure sitting by one of the tall windows. The pristine glass let in the shimmering moon light, which illuminated the sulking male's sharp features. He kept his gaze down-casted as his guardian jumped onto the windowsill right next to him.

"I'm not sad..." Malleus mumbled while he unconsciously averted his gaze from Lilia's. The corners of his lips were tugged down into a frown that he — no matter how much he tried to — couldn't hide from the bat's watchful eyes. Lilia exhaled in amusement and worry as he watched his little boy mindlessly stare out of the window.

Curiously snickering to himself, Lilia cupped his own cheeks with his hands teasingly. "Shouldn't you be out watching gargoyles with (Y/n)?" Lilia asked while he tilted his head to the side in curiosity.

Malleus bit his lip, feeling his heart breaking a little bit at that inquiry. "She said she was busy," he eventually managed to press through clenched teeth. Lilia lowered his gaze to find Malleus' hands tightening into fists, causing a few knowing chortles to escape the ancient fae's lips. Growling quietly, Malleus' head snapped towards the other one. "She didn't exactly tell me why—"

Lilia, not intimidated in the slightest, let out an innocent sigh. "Oh? (Y/n) didn't tell you that she was meeting that strange hunter who always likes to take pictures of you while you aren't looking?" Lilia asked with a little shrug, a smug grin growing on his lips upon noticing that he had gained his son's undivided attention. "Well, maybe—"

Enraged and surprised, Malleus immediately jumped up to his feet. "What?! She's meeting Pomefiore's vice dorm leader? Rook?" Disbelief was written all over his face, and his jaw hung low — and yet there was something akin to hurt written all over his face. His glowing eyes stared down at Lilia, who simply shot him a confirming smile. Not able to control his voice any longer, Malleus noticed how it began to tremble as he murmured, "She chose that strange hunter over me?"

"Oh, my poor little Malleus..." Lilia exclaimed dramatically as he jumped up to put a hand onto the dragon fae's shoulder. His comforting words had a little bit of a teasing side to them. "Don't be all sad now—"

"I need to talk to him," Malleus announced grumpily before he disappeared in a bright flash of green light. The only indicator of him ever having been there were the green fireflies that flew around Lilia's head.

The remaining fae merely giggled as he put his hands behind is back and strolled out of the room with a big grin on his face. "Ah, children..."

When Malleus arrived somewhere hidden behind the bushes in front of the Pomefiore dorm, he caught sight of two figures standing beneath the dimly lit patio. Malleus quickly shushed the green fireflies that flew around his head, not wanting the two students in the distance to notice him. Once that was taken care of, he peeked out from behind the shrubbery, his glowing green eyes focused on the silhouettes in the distance.

Rook smiled as he waved at you. "Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle Trickster!" the blond exclaimed, watching you disappear into the lurking darkness of the night.

"Au revoir, Rook!" you shot back, yawning. "See you tomorrow!"

Malleus held his breath as you passed by the bushes he was hiding behind. Your eyes widened at how a few green fireflies seemed to crowd around that particular spot, reminding you of a certain friend of yours. A soft smile appeared on your lips when a firefly landed on your outstretched finger. Keeping your new friend with you to light your way, you continued your way back to your dorm.

Rook watched until the darkness had completely swallowed you. He kept his hat pressed to his chest as he exhaled in adoration. "Ah, isn't she precious..." he mumbled — not to himself but to someone else. All out of a sudden, he turned his head so that his emerald green eyes were boring right into his stalker's. Malleus jumped slightly upon realising that his presence had been discovered. "Wouldn't you agree, Roi du Dragon? You can come out, now that your little treasure is gone." Grinning, the Pomefiore student beckoned the surprised dragon fae out from his hiding place. Malleus reluctantly did so, teleporting right in front of the blond.

Towering over the smaller figure, a little grin appeared on Malleus' lips. "You're quite the perceptive hunter," he murmured, furrowing his eyebrows when Rook wouldn't shrink back in fear like Malleus had wanted to. Retreating after Rook stood his ground, the dragon fae continued to observe the strange hunter. "I might see why she likes you..."

"Oui, oui." Rook laughed in a carefree manner as he flicked his hair back, grinning at Malleus charmingly. The black-haired student took notice of the eccentric Frenchman's charm, wondering if that is what you found so interesting about this particular student. Rook put his hat back onto his head, snapping Malleus back into reality. "What is it that you might need of me?"

Malleus hummed, opening his mouth, yet needing multiple attempts to even press out, "Are you and (Y/n)— are you—" It pained him to merely ask that question, and he sighed in relief when Rook interrupted him with bell-like laughter.

"Oh, how scandalous~" Rook cooed, holding his stomach in amusement. Malleus continued to watch him closely, not really understanding his opposite's reaction. Eventually, the Frenchman calmed down again — enough to gaze into the other pair of slitted eyes again. "But no, Roi du Dragon, we are not romantically involved. I merely teach her French!"

Rook's words caused Malleus to exhale in utter relief. Yet, the relief was soon replaced by curiosity. "She wants to learn that strange language?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in disbelief.

The hunter let out a hurt gasp as he playfully scoffed, "Excuse moi, it's not strange— or wait, I take that back." Waving his hand in a nonchalant way, he back-paddled with his defense for this strangely hard language. Nonetheless, he shot Malleus a proud smile. "Alors, she seemed very intrigued by its beauty and asked me to teach her—"

"Teach me, too," Malleus briskly interrupted the passionate talker.

Rook gasped — and he was truly taken aback for once. "Pardon?" he murmured, his eyes wide in shock. Malleus furrowed his eyebrows at him, wondering what was so outlandish about his request. Rook let out a little chortle. "The almighty Roi du Dragon wants to learn this 'strange' language?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, I do."

"Onohon." A knowing grin appeared on Rook's face as he tilted his head to the side, his hat threatening to slip off his head. "Someone wants to impress his beloved~?" he cooed teasingly, which Malleus took very seriously.

"Maybe," the fae trailed off, averting his gaze innocently.

"Fine, come in~" Rook stepped to the side and pointed to the entrance of the Pomefiore dorm. Malleus let out a grateful hum as he strolled past Rook, and into the building. The blond quickly caught up with him, and now they were walking towards Rook's room, where he had all his learning material stowed away. "I'm sure you'll get the basics soon with how smart you are."

Malleus shot Rook a stiff yet thankful nod, his hands politely crossed behind his back. "Merci, Monsieur Hunt."

"What a show-off you are!" Rook said with a playful scoff. Covering his mouth with his gloved hand, he tried his best to stifle the laughter threatening to spew out of his trembling lips. "Oh, this is going to be fun."

Seeing a lone yet familiar figure sitting on a bench in the courtyard, a smile immediately appeared on your lips upon recognising your favourite dragon fae. You strayed from your original path to the Heartslabyul dorm to pick up your cat companion, and eventually appeared in front of the reading student. "Bonjour, Malleus!" you chirped, causing him to slowly gaze up. A soft smile appeared on his lips while he shut the book close, putting it aside. "We haven't talked in such a long time! I was wondering if we could go gargoyle watching tonight—"

Exhaling, Malleus rose to his feet, now towering above you. "Je suis désolé, little treasure." In an adorable fashion, he patted your head — as if you were a child. "I'm busy tonight, sadly."

Instead of pouting whenever he treated you like that, your eyes lit up in utter surprise. Clasping your hands together in awe and surprise, you exclaimed, "Woah, I didn't know you spoke French!"

Merely chuckling at your reaction, he smugly nodded. "Oh, oui, je parle français."

You found it hard not to swoon when he spoke French; the language alone was pretty already, but he somehow managed to make it even more beautiful. "It sounds even prettier coming from your mouth, Malleus..." you whispered, exhaling at how your ears had just been blessed. "I could listen to you all day! Did Rook teach you?"

A haughty smile appearing on his lips, he replied, "Oui, he did."

"Wow, he was coincidentally teaching me too!" By then, you were jumping up and down in excitement. The way your eyes shimmered so brightly made Malleus think that maybe all these nights he had spent learning this ridiculously hard language hadn't been for nothing. Taking both his hands into yours, you awed, "That's so cool."

"Tu est si mignonne," Malleus drawled as he bent down to bring his face closer to yours. Meanwhile, his hands tightened around yours.

Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. The disoriented frown on your face caused him to retreat once again, thinking you were rejecting his advances. Dread pooled in his stomach, but he tried his best to keep his usual calm. "Oh— I don't think I understood what you said," you explained hurriedly when you noticed a look of hurt flash across his face. Your words let him calm down once again, and he exhaled in relief — yet, confusion soon replaced the smile on his face. Sheepishly rubbing your neck, you laughed nervously. "I don't know much really. It's a hard language, and it would probably take me years to even grasp the basics."

"Oh? I thought you knew French." Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, surprised by the sudden revelation.

Shaking your head, you began to laugh in utter amusement. "No, not really well. I just love the language." You shrugged before teasingly getting onto your toes to boop his nose, cooing, "You don't need to flex more with your mad French skills, Malleus. I'm in awe already."

At first, he was caught off-guard by your sudden display of affection. He quickly recovered from the shock, only to shoot you a challenging grin. "Oh, I was just getting warmed up!" Coughing into his fist, he internally prepared himself for the foreign words he had neatly placed together in his mind. You gazed up at him expectantly, very curious about what he meant by that. Straightening his back, he began, "Tu es la plus belle chose qui me soit arrivée. Ton existence m'a ouvert les yeux sur plein de chose. Ma chère, si je devais exprimer mes sentiments, ce serait par ses mots: Je t'aime."

When he finished by sending you a passionate smile, your jaw fell down in utter awe at his unexpected performance of his newest skill. You pulled your hands out of his, and your hands instead clasped over your mouth. "Wow, now you're just showing off—" The way your eyes were playfully teasing yet wide with admiration allowed Malleus' smile to widen. "That really sounded pretty! I'm swooning!"

Malleus was surprised when nothing more than some praises here and there came, and so he hesitantly asked, "Did you understand what I said?"

Snapping out of the spell he had put you under by merely speaking French, you turned to look up at him once again. Upon realising what he had just asked of you, you shook your head in embarrassment. "Hm? No, I was too busy listening to the way you spoke. I'm not good at understanding French on such a complicated level, yet."

At first, a disappointed frown appeared on Malleus face, but it was soon vanquished by the way you smiled up at him so cutely. "Ah, my little treasure, aren't you an adorable human?" he cooed as had to refrain from patting your head once again. Instead, he shrugged off his initial disappointment, and held his hand out for you to take. "How about we go watch gargoyles now? We have a lot to catch up on."

Your lips curled into a surprised smile, and you immediately put your hand into his palm he had offered so freely to you. "Yes! I'd love that!" You intertwined your smaller fingers with his, but not before an excited smile flashed across your face. Squeezing his hand, you eagerly requested, "But can you translate what you said, now?"

Your excitement caused Malleus to laugh and shake his head. "One day... One day you'll know what I said if you keep learning diligently," he remarked, basking in the way your smile turned into a stubborn frown.

You quickly recovered from being disappointed though — far too quick for it to have been genuine. Smiling widely, you suddenly asked Malleus, "Hey, can I tell you something, too?"

"Of course. Anything." At that, you beckoned him closer down to you, and he willingly complied. Your lips now right beside his ear, you would have almost burst from excitement from what you had in mind.

Giggling, you whispered, "Hehe, je t'aime, Malleus." Then, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, catching him off-guard.

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fairyaali · 3 years

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hi bestie.. 😃

so um , i saw this prompt somewhere and i wanted to send it to my favorite blog ! ( you ) so here it is!!

adrien with a s/o who’s from america ( new york specifically ) and she has a very veronica lodge type past. meaning she’s very proper and rich and silvertounged but very kindhearted and sweet and extremely loyal.

but she has a past where she used to be a bully in new york and bullied people if they didn’t fit in , and was practically the it girl from a movie? does that make sense?

however shes changed , yet one day during a akuma attack , her whole past gets revealed and videos of her being a complete BITCH and it being played off as hot by her classmates gets shown to the entire of paris?

what’s adrien doing? is she going to comfort her or leave her?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

I had so much fun writing this, but fair warning that it’s kind of angsty oops! thank u for the request nonetheless <333

Ship: Adrien Agreste X reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Angst oops

What should you do when your father is out on a business trip?

Throw a party.

And that’s exactly what you did. At least that’s what you used to do back in New York. It’s something you were known for. Now since you’ve got the chance to start fresh with a new life in Paris you decided to bring an old tradition back with you and invite some friends over from the school you’re attending, and your boyfriend of course.

Adrien Agreste. You had no idea what you did to get such an angel in your life. You’ve been dating him for a few moths now and you could already see yourself becoming a better person around him. You came to Paris with the intention of leaving your past behind, starting new and fresh without the bullshit from your past. This was it. Nothing could fuck this up.

“Hey,let me help you.” You hear your Adrien say while you try to adjust the lights near the DJ stand.

“I got it.” You say and get on your tip toes to hang the last light. “There.” You say, a successful smile on your face.

“You really out did yourself huh?” You feel his arms wrapping around you from the back and you hum.

“Oh please Agreste, this is nothing compared to what I used to do in New York.” You say and turn around, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I hope everyone likes it.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Of course they will, Ma belle.” He says and kisses your forehead.

You loved it when he called you nicknames, they just made butterflies burst around your stomach.

His soft hand reaches up to touch your cheek and he caresses it gently. You look into his green eyes which were soft and welcoming. He is so gorgeous.

Your noses touch and you sigh, touching his hand and smiling softly. “I hate to ruin the moment, my love but I have to go make a few minor changes before your friends come.”

He pouts at you. “But everything’s already perfect, can’t we spend some alone time together before everyone comes?”

You shake your head. “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself tonight , Agreste.” You smirk and watch as his cheeks glow red. You quickly kiss his cheek and giggle, walking away to the kitchen to make sure that everything is in place.

It didn’t take long before people started arriving.

“Claudia, start offering the drinks around to people.” You whisper to your maid before going to greet everyone.

A familiar bluenette appears, with an amazed look on her face while she looks around. You grin and walk towards her.

“Marinette! You look stunning!” You say and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. She really did look stunning. You’ve never seen her hair like this before, let down and slightly curled. She’s wearing a dress which perfectly hugged her body and the colour was gorgeous on her - A deep vermilion shade which complemented her fair skin.

“Likewise.” She grins and looks at your dress. “Oh my god who are you wearing? This dress is gorgeous.” She gasps, eyes wide while she moved around to see the dress from the back and front. You knew that she would comment on it, she had an eye for fashion after all.

“My father got this for me as a gift from South Korea. The designer is a family friend of ours.” You smile proudly. You didn’t want to brag about it but in all honesty you loved this dress too much not to show it off.

You look to her side and see a blue haired boy standing kind of awkwardly next to her. “And you must be…?” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Luka, Marinette’s date.” He says nonchalantly and Marinette stops looking at your dress, straightening up with her face glowing red.

“Ah, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Im-“

“I already know who you are.” He states and you furrow your eyebrows. You’re more than sure you’ve never met this guy before.

Marinette nudges him and you see him stiffen up.

“I mean, it was kind of a big deal when you came to Paris and everyone was talking about you so-“

Marinette sighs and grabs Lukas arm. “We’re going to get a drink, It was nice seeing you! Au revoir !” She says and walks away with Luka. You could hear her cussing at him from where you were standing.

Ah, of course. You knew that everyone was talking about you. The new rich bitch from New York who’s mother is in jail. That’s what everyone saw at first. Maybe they do still see it now. But maybe that’s why you fell for Adrien, because he never judged you in the first place despite all those rumors.

You turn around and see him, talking to Nino. He’s wearing the outfit you picked out for him. Black shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, tan pants with a black belt around them and black converse. His hair was messy but it looked so good on him and his cheeks were tinted a little pink, probably because of the few drinks that he’s had already. Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. Right as he was about to come next to you, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, Nadja Chamack. Did you move to paris because your mother is imprisoned for drug trafficking? Was your father denied bail?” The woman rushes to say while shoving a microphone to your face. You stare at her wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, leave now before I call security, you shouldn’t be up here.” You hear Adrien say sternly while putting a hand on your shoulder.

“But was that the reason you came to Paris or was it because of the video that was spread of you-“

“Security!” Adrien shouts and two body guards grab Nadja and her camera man.

You stand there, dumbfounded as the body guards drag them away, the two cussing and struggling to get out of their grasp.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Adrien asks, cupping your face with his hands, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You look at him and clear your throat.

“I’m fine, I need a drink.” You say and remove his hands from your face and start walking away.

He grabs your hand and looks at you, concern filling your eyes.

“No you’re not okay.” He says, kissing your hand and holding it gently. “What did they mean by video?” He asks.

Your body goes into full fight or flight mode.

“God Adrien! It’s nothing.” You snap at him. “just let it go, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You remove yourself from his grasp and quickly walk away to the open bar.

You didn’t mean to snap at him but that conversation needed to wait until you two got more serious. You weren’t ready for it.

You grab a glass of champagne and down it, your face contorting because of the after taste.

You were about to get another one until you hear a scream.

“We want to know all your secrets! Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A distorted voice says and you drop your glass on the floor when you see a dark purple monstrous figure coming your way.

“Shit.” You cuss and run away from the bar.

Everyone was screaming and trying to rush to the exit but everywhere was closed off with a purple like shield around.

You frantically look around to find a place to hide until you see a familiar blond with cat ears motioning to you.

Chat Noir. Thank god.

You were about to run to him until you started floating in the air, a purple bubble surrounding you.

You screamed and frantically hit it to try to escape but it was no use.

“I got you now!” You hear the distorted voice say and let out an evil laugh.

You watch your phone float out of your hand and out of the bubble.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

You were fucked.

The bubble that surrounded you explodes and you fell from it, right into the arms of Chat Noir.

“Hey I got you it’s okay” He says smiling at you and for some reason you were slightly comforted by him.

Your eyes fill with tears and your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

“She has my phone.” You croak out and your body starts shaking.

You see Ladybug swinging from the roof, throwing her Yo-Yo to try and grasp the villain but it was too late.

A screen appeared out of thin air and a video started playing - you were in it, in your classroom in your school in New York. You knew exactly what this video was.

Your jaw clenched when it started playing.

“Awh look she’s crying guys.” You say in a condescending tone in the video. The girl, Sarah, was balling her eyes out in front of you while you smirk and stand in front of her, your arms crossed.

“H-How could you!” She sobs out.

“How could I what? Your boyfriend was the one with his hands all over me, I just gave him what he really wanted.” You say and chuckle.

“That’s not true he would never-“

“Cheat?” You cut her off, lean closer to her and put your hands on the desk in front of her. “hate to break it to you honey but he did.” You tell her and she sobs even harder.

“Maybe this will help you put you back in your place.” You say, grabbing her face, making her look at you. “You’re a nobody, a loser and you had the audacity to talk shit behind my back?”

Her lips quiver in fear and she was visibly shaking in the video.

“You think you could ever stand a chance against me? Think again bitch.” You say and let her face go, turning around and arranging your skirt.

“By the way, he’s a really good kisser. Such a shame.” And with that you walk away from her while people wolf whistle at you and mumble things under their breath.

You were still in Chat’s arms, he was looking at the screen, eyes wide and lips parted. It was like he was frozen. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t move.

Everyone around you was mumbling and whispering things.

“She’s such a bitch.”

“I knew the rumors about her were true! She’s horrible!”

“This wasn’t the video I wanted! Where’s the proof where’s the-“ The villain gets cut off by Ladybug grabbing her microphone with the akuma in it and slamming against her knee. A purple butterfly emerges from it and she grabs it with her yoyo, turning it white.

“Miraculous ladybug!” She chants and the place starts magically getting back to normal.

Chat clears his throat. “I need to go.” He mumbles and removes his hands from you. You nod and stare down at your shoes.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, forcing yourself to smile.

He didn’t even look at you, he didn’t even say anything as he left.

Did he think you were horrible too?

Oh my god.

Adrien.

After the villains were taken away everyone left without even saying goodbye to you.

You sat down on the platform near the DJ stand and hugged your knees closer to your chest.

You hear footsteps walk towards you and you look up. His green eyes meet yours but they instantly avert to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, everyone was telling me about these stupid rumors about you and I never wanted to hear them because I never believed you could be capable of that.” He says, a frown on his lips. “I never wanted to be so fucking right in my life but I guess I was wrong.”

You were trying so hard not to cry in front of him. You knew that this would happen when he found out, it was like a gut feeling. Adrien Agreste is a good person. He likes to be surrounded by good people and that video just showed that you might not be the good person he really thought you were. Your heart ached.

“I’ve c-changed Adrien.” You stutter in a small voice, scared that you would break down if you spoke too loudly.

“Have you really?” he questions, looking directly at you. He was disappointed in you. “God, why didn’t you tell me this before!” He rubs his face in frustration. You’ve never seen Adrien so worked up like this.

“Because I knew You’d react like this!” You say, louder this time as you get up. “For fucks sake Adrien! I told you my past wasn’t perfect and I know I was a bitch but I was young and stupid and I know it doesn’t excuse my actions but I’ve grown from my mistakes. I came to Paris with the mindset of becoming better, finding out who I really am and starting fresh!”

You watch him part his lips to say something but You cut him off.

“Look me right in the eye and tell me you’ve never done a mistake in your life, Adrien.”

His lips close and he averts his gaze away from you again.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner but I was too scared of losing you. Y-you made Paris feel like my home, you’re the reason why I make better choices, you helped me find myself.” Tears start falling down your cheeks and you look down. “And if I haven’t changed then I wouldn’t be looking stupid and crying over you and explaining myself to you because im genuinely terrified at the thought of losing the first person in my life who I’ve genuinely fallen in love with.” You sob out.

There was silence, apart from the sniffles and sobs coming from you.

“What did you say?” Adrien asks you and you hear his footsteps come closer.

“What?” You sniffle, looking up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Your eyes were puffy and red and so was your nose. You haven’t cried like this in ages.

“The last part.”

“I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you? “ You mumble and widen your eyes. Oh shit, you’ve fucked up again.

“I know it’s sudden and I don’t expect you to return it back and I don’t know why I just said that but-“ He cuts you off with his lips smashing against yours.

It was euphoric. Probably the most genuine kiss you’ve ever felt in your life.

He breaks away, your foreheads touching and both of you breathless.

His pretty pink lips curl into a small smile and his face cups yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I love you too.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just didn’t want to be wrong about you but I believe that you’ve changed, I know you’re heart is pure.”

And that’s when you realized that yes, your heart was pure again. Clean from all the sins you’ve did in the past. You didn’t know if it was his green eyes, soft skin, perfect lips or maybe the way he looked at you that has cleansed you but maybe it took pure love to find a pure heart.

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To You - Remus Lupin

Hello and welcome to another Remus fic! This is a Remus x Hufflepuff!Reader. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,998

There had been slight suspicions in the back of your mind for well over a year now that Remus was keeping a secret from you, one you were dying to know. You would never pressure him to tell you, regardless of how bad you wanted to know, but you couldn’t help but to want to ask him outright what his deal was and why he thought he could hide it from you of all people.

Remus had become a quick friend of yours early on in your schooling. You shared an interest in what was right, in education, and more specifically, in charms lessons. Over the first few years, he introduced you to his friends in Gryffindor, and you introduced your own, who continually questioned how someone as shy as you were able to get in with the infamously popular group. Regardless, Remus had become your closest friend and grown with you by his side. In time, you shamefully began developing feelings for your closest friend, and as you struggled to show it, or hint at it, even, it became more and more difficult to ignore it when he was avoiding you.

One particular Saturday during your fifth year, you packed up your belongings in your common room, hoping to catch Remus before you had to run out for your Astronomy lessons. You ran up the stairs towards the Great Hall, your too-long black and yellow cloak constantly catching around your ankles as you rushed along. The moment you made it into the Great Hall, your heart sunk when you spotted James, Peter, and Sirius sitting together without Remus. With the ghost of a frown on your lips, you turned from the Great Hall and began walking slowly towards the Astronomy Tower with your head down.

For the last week or so, Remus had been avoiding you at all costs, to the point of even leaving the room when you enter. Since the start of term in September, after coming back from summer holiday, Remus felt distant to you, something foreign to you and you hated it more than anything.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a voice call as you made it up the first few flights of stairs. You turned, a solemn look on your face as Sirius raced up the stairs. “I assume you were looking for Moony, yeah?” He asked as he caught up, putting his hands into his pockets with a smirk on his lips. The nickname loomed in your mind, one you never used for Remus, but his friends did.

Your cheeks reddened and you ducked your head slightly. “Yeah, I was. I haven’t caught up to him in a couple days, so I was hoping to see him,” you explained airily to the haughty boy who became an odd friend of yours.

Sirius hummed as he leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking effortlessly cool. “Well, I happen to know where he is, if you’d like to know?”

For a moment, you considered asking him. However, doubt filled your mind and your eyes stung as tears developed in your eyes. “No, that’s fine. If he wants to avoid me, I’ll let him. I’ll stop trying to track him down, seeing at there is nothing I can do,” you answered quietly as you looked away from Sirius and began up the stairs once more, leaving him in his spot.

Sirius frowned at you as you walked away, watching your head hand and your shoulders sag forward in disappointment. He crossed his own arms over his chest as he made his way back down the stairs, towards the Hospital Wing.

Sirius flung the door open, making Madam Pomfrey look up from her desk in the back of the room, an annoyed look on her face. “Hello, Poppy, darling,” Sirius announced once he saw the room was empty.

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes at the student. “For the last time, Mr. Black, you will refer to me as ‘Madam Pomfrey’.”

With an absentminded hum, Sirius made his way towards the room adjacent to her desk. “Is he in there?”

“Yes, he is. He should be resting, Mr. Black,” Madam Pomfrey scolded, but made no effort to stop Sirius as he opened the door and strolled right into the small room with a cot against the wall.

Remus’ eyes fluttered open at the light coming into the roof, and squinted as Sirius used his wand to light a lamp in the center of the room. “Rise and shine, Moony,” Sirius announced as he opened the curtains around the room, allowing the setting sun to come in.

Remus sat up on one elbow, his hair disheveled and a tired look on his face. There was a fresh cut down the side of his face, near his hairline. “Sirius, what do you want?” He questioned in a biting tone.

Sirius pulled up the only chair in the room next to the cot and crossed one leg over the other. “Well, you see, you are about to make irrevocable damage to your relationship with (Y/N), and knowing how much you absolutely fancy her, I simply cannot let that happen. Man up, now, tell her your dirty little secret, and kiss her already,” Sirius explained as he twirled his wand around his fingers, a bored look on his face.

Remus fell back on the cot and groaned as he took the pillow, using it to cover his face. “You know I can’t,” Remus muttered into the pillow before moving it behind his head once more. “(Y/N) will never want to speak to me again, and that is if she doesn’t tell the entire school of my condition.” Remus stared up at the high ceiling with an annoyed look on his face.

With another hum, Sirius took the pillow from beneath Remus’ head and tossed it across the room as Remus’ head fell back, making him grunt. “Would it change your mind to know that she was in tears when talking to me earlier because of the fact you’re avoiding her?”

“No.”

Sirius scoffed. “Selfish git,” he muttered and put both feet on the floor once more and leaned over Remus. “For the record, I think you’re hurting her more by avoiding her than it will to just tell her the truth. I think nothing could change your opinion of you.” Sirius stood, walking towards the door once more.

Remus watched his friend, a stubborn look on his face and narrowed eyes. As Sirius was stepping through the door, Remus spoke again. “Was she really crying?” Remus asked sadly, sitting up and wincing as he covered his side with his hand.

“She’s gutted,” Sirius confirmed over his shoulder. “Shows what kind of friend you are, treating her like this. Perhaps I’ll ask her on a date then, to get her spirits up and all,” Sirius pondered as he faced away from Remus, a smirk on his lips.

“You wouldn’t,” Remus muttered and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing his full height and revealing the bruising down his side. “Where is she?” Remus asked as he carefully pulled a long sleeved shirt over his head.

Sirius smirked, leaning on the door pane. “Was heading up to Astronomy lessons only a moment ago. I suppose she will be done in an hour or two. Better hope you get to her before I do,” he said haughtily before kicking off the door and through the Hospital Wing. “Au revoir, Poppy,” Sirius called as Remus listened to the heavy doors close.

~.~

Exactly two hours later, Remus leaned against the corridor wall across from the ladder that lead to the Astronomy Tower. His side still ached, but Madam Pomfrey was able to heal the scarring down his face quite well, to the point where it was only a thin, white line. His eyes remained low as he waited patiently for you to descend from class.

After a few moments, Remus heard the latch of the trap door open and quickly, one by one, students climbed down the ladder quickly, waiting in the bottom for their friends. He watched as you climbed down carefully, your eyes remaining on your feet until you got to the bottom. You turned without even spotting Remus and began your walk back to the basements, to your common room.

“(Y/N),” he called then, causing you to turn in surprise. Upon seeing Remus, your faint smile faltered and you looked down to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him. He stepped forward, his hands in his pockets as he muffled the flinch he felt coming from the pain in his side. “Can we talk?” His question came out more awkward than he intended and he ducked his head as well.

You shifted gently, checking you watch. “I’ve got to be getting back before curfew,” you answered gently, but Remus could see right through you.

With a gentle roll of his eyes, he held his hand out to you. “You know I’m a prefect,” he reminded you with a laugh and smiled faintly. “Come on, just a moment.”

Hesitantly, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you away from the rest of the students, towards the Gryffindor Tower. “I shouldn’t have been avoiding you,” Remus finally admitted as he slowed to a stop in an empty corridor and leaned against one of the stone columns against the wall.

As you stood in front of him, holding your book in one arm and running your fingers along the pages, you shrugged. “That’s your choice,” you murmured sadly in response and glanced down.

Remus pressed his lips together. “(Y/N), please know that I was only doing so to protect you,” Remus explained in an exasperated voice. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Frustration built in your mind and you shook your head at Remus. “I don’t understand that you could possibly think you are protecting me from, when you’re only hurting me more by avoiding me. How could you be so daft to think some silly secret of yours would push me away from you? Have you not noticed how much you mean to me?” you snapped at him as you crossed your arms over your book.

For a moment, both you and Remus remained quite as you fumed at him and his face remained blank. Remus finally sighed heavily and looked away, glancing up and down the corridor they were in. “(Y/N), I was bitten by a lycanthrope when I was a child,” he finally admitted quietly and in a sad voice as he searched your face for any sort of reaction.

“So, you’re a werewolf? That’s what you’ve been hiding from me?” Remus nodded then, waiting your face an awaiting your reaction. “And you thought that was enough for me to hate you? Bloody hell, Remus, the reason I hate you at the moment is for thinking so little of me!” Remus’ face fell for a moment, taking in her words, before a small smile formed on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held your hand up, stopping him. “Perhaps you’ve yet to notice how much I fancy you, Remus. Literally anything you can tell me is so little compared to how much I fancy you.”

Remus held a smile on his lips that was blissful and kind and he ducked his head gently, shaking it a bit. “You’re unbelievable, you know?” He reached his hand to you, hoping you’d take it.

A slight pout remained on your face as you hesitated a moment, but put your hand in his and allowed Remus to pull you forward, into his arms. Remus held you in silence, pressing his lips to the top of your head every so often. “I promise I’ll never be so foolish again,” Remus murmured into your hair, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

You hummed, leaning up to look at him. “We’ll see about that, Remus.”

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imeengoldberg · 3 years

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yall shouldnt be surprised when i can give you a dictionary length book full of just story titles of mlm stories written by cis straight women ive seen not looking for them, but can count on my hands and toes all of the (male character) x male reader stories ive found while looking for them.

its all fun and games until i also tell you, hey, theres even less (girl character) x girl readers, or just wlw stories at all. It’s starting to sound a lot like fetishization.

im not saying you cant write mlm stories as a cis straight woman- obviously not. part of being a writer is writing stories far from your own personal experience. It’s just like what we call bad representation. those people (very flamboyent gay men specifically) do exist, but they are the only gay men every shown because they fit comfortably into hetero-safe stereoypes.

if you only write mlm stories, and youre not an mlm yourself, and you always have the same heteronormative dynamic (one uwu twink sassy girlboss and the alpha badboy in detention who coUldNt bE gAY, hE plAyS FoOtbAlL anD hAz MeAn GiRlFwIeND- but thats all an act? like geez, just say ur biphobic and ask random gay men to be ur gay best friend??) it just starts to lead me to the conclusion you dont have the queer community in your best interest.

honestly, the fetishization is disgusting. it reinforces already harmful stereotypes. Also, I have never, and I mean NEVER- found a mlm story about a trans man in love with another man that wasnt practically porn without plot, save for one kiribaku fic that i wish i could find again. That definitely does not put us trans men in a wonderful light. we are not to be sexualized for our bodies, and neither us nor mlm should be fetishized for loving.

if youre unsure you can accurately write a queer love story accurately, do not do it. if youre worried at all it will come off bad on the lgbtqia+ community, do not do it. it will not hurt you if it’s bad rep, but it will hurt us.

are you good at writing queer romance as a straight person but notice that you have an odd amount of mlm & straight romance and an abandoned desert for wlw or trans/nonbinary love stories? write some! we really need it!

also, there are not enough people of color in stories in general. i notice that a lot of the time, they’re shoved off as one of the side characters- at most, a best friend. why? well, we know why, its racism, but why in my fanfiction. like, this fanfiction was so good, until i realized every single character was described as a western/eurapean with white skin, when, listen, this is an anime and they’re all japanese, jessica. although it’s not something i can speak in depth about as a very white pasty mf, it’s something ive definately noticed and its very annoying tbh. all these mcs look the same. give me some actual people please.

speaking of actual people!

why are there no chubby mcs? ever? like wtf? i get it, skinny people aesthetic or whatever, but it’s actually so frustrating when every character is a size 0 and an unrealistic representation of average people, despite usually starting out as ‘average’. I’d like to feel good about my stomach instead of comparing it to a paragraph in a fanfiction.

finally, ive gotten to something good!

wlw stories are finally getting as mainstream as mlm! not there yet, but it makes me smile every time i see a wlw story on my feed cuz it means were getting there :)

all-in-all, this is the reason I stopped reading fanfiction regularly a while ago.

this time two-five years ago, you couldn’t pull me away from the fanfiction. I would read main characters (women) who were only ever ‘tomboy’ enough to fall into a safe view of heteronormativity that I held. I’d never even seen the word transgender until middle school- and because my entire life I was conditioned to believe that that stuff was weird or gross, I rejected it hard.

It took me years to get to where I am, and it was a huge struggle. Not that this is one fanfiction/story writer’s fault. This is an entire community’s fault. I just dont want the next generation of queer, chubby, or poc kids to think they’re weird or lesser than like I did. If it’s something I can help to stop, I will.

So, if I ever write an original story, or original characters into a fic, you bet your ass its gonna be the most realistic representation of the real world i can get into a story. now, fuck jk rowling, and have a good night. au revoir, bitches.

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theartofimagining13 · 3 years

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WRITTEN BY: A.Wölf.

BASED ON: Imagine: After a big discussion with your fiancé Tom...

CHAPTER 1: DISENGAGEMENT

TEASER | POSTER

I tossed and turned all night and barely got any sleep.

After my fight with Thomas, how could I? We were getting married in less than two months and I had just spent the night without my fiancé by my side because he left in a fit of rage. I looked at my phone; no texts, no calls, and it was 8 in the morning. I was pissed now, lying in bed while staring at the ceiling, thinking, thinking, thinking until I came to the conclusion that I had no need to withstand this. And out of spite, I dialed the number of the one man who’d probably never do this to me.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” I asked.

“Are you okay?” Pedro answered with his morning voice on the other line.

“Yeah. Uhm… can I come over?”

Judging by his silence, I was sure that he was glancing at the clock and frowning because this wasn’t normal for us at all.

“Sure.” He said. “Are you- where are you?”

“I’ll tell you everything when I get there.”

I got out of the shower and packed a bag with essentials and favorites.

If Thomas could leave so easily, so could I, and I’d make it 10 times worse. Why would I subject myself to this shit? If we were fighting now, I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if we went through with the wedding. I looked at my engagement ring and my stomach clenched. I hesitated but this had to be done, so I took it off and left it on Tom’s bedside table.

Au revoir, mon amour.

In the arms of my lover Pedro...

He gently drew invisible patterns on my naked skin with his fingertips after having shared his bed with me yet again. As soon as I crossed his threshold, I went in for a desperate kiss; childishly spiteful perhaps. My bag fell to the floor, and he immediately started removing my clothes. I could never get enough of him. He was such a passionate man, and even if I tried to describe the way he touched me, I would not find the right words because it was so contradictory; with the carefulness of a museum curator restoring a masterpiece but also with a you’re-not-going-anywhere tight grasp.

“I feel like Beauty and the Beast.” He said, pulling me out of my bliss.

“What?”

He just showed a lazy smile, left a soft kiss on my right shoulder and played with a strand of my hair while deep in thought. He was such cryptic man. I wish he’d elaborate on things. I always felt like there was something he wanted to tell me; his secrets, his motivations, a dark revelation. The most addictive trait about Pedro was that I couldn’t really read him and he kept me guessing.

“Are you sure you didn’t act on impulse?” He inquired.

“What do you mean?”

“You ended your engagement. Not by word but I think it was pretty implicit.” He paused. “Would you have done it even if I wasn’t in the picture?”

“I booked a hotel for the night if that’s what’s worrying you.” I said sounding little annoyed.

He was lying behind me, so I had his voice in my ear as if he was my conscience itself trying to confront me. He sighed.

“I just don’t want you to do things for the wrong reasons and then expect me to…” He began but trailed off. “I’m not the type of man who’ll give you a ring. That’s Tom, not me. And if that’s what you want, then you shouldn’t have left.”

I sat up and turned to face him, feeling insulted. His eyes traveled down my naked body before they locked on mine and I could see the desire in them, but he clenched his jaw as if restraining himself because we were in the middle of God knows what.

“Why are you sleeping with his fiancée then, huh? I thought you two were best friends.”

Pedro clenched his jaw and lifted his right hand to point threateningly at me with his index finger.

“Don’t…” He warned.

“What the fuck, then?” I snapped. “I came here because I wanted to… talk and be with you. I didn’t come to stay.”

“You say that now but what happens in a couple weeks when you can no longer afford that hotel?”

Well, that was harsh.

What the fuck was this? Murphy’s law?

I tightened my jaw and looked away feeling stupid and unwelcome. I’d hate to admit that I hadn’t thought about it. I hadn’t packed a few things to just make myself at home here, but then again, I never asked myself what would happen in the next days? Deep down perhaps, I was hoping for Pedro to welcome me with open arms. And now, as I stared at him and how indifferently he reached for the cigarettes on his nightstand, I couldn’t help but feel meaningless.

“You didn’t think at all. You just left.” He scolded and made me feel worse. “You’re too young and impulsive.”

And used. He could’ve said these things before he fucked me. I knew that Pedro wasn’t an asshole, and on the rare occasions he acted like one, was because something else was eating at him. Good luck trying to get it out of him though.

And, today of all days he chose to act like this.

I was angry and sad, and I’d hate to cry in front of him because, at this point, I irrationally feared he’d let out a chuckle or ignore my tears. He couldn’t even light up his cigarette because the doorbell rang. He stood up to put on his jeans and grabbed his wallet before walking out of the room. And all of a sudden, rage set in; If I wasn’t taking my fiancé’s shit, I sure as hell wasn’t going to take Pedro’s. I got out of the bed and grudgingly put on my underwear to stomp my way into the living room where he would have to give me some fucking answers.

I thought he was paying the food delivery guy, but I froze in place when I met a pair of blue eyes I knew all too well.

“Tom…”

#IN HIS ARMS #Pedro Pascal #Tom Hiddleston #Fiction #Fanfiction

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thelovelyruin · 6 months

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18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Passion, instant…

“Man, when was the last time you changed the oil on this thing?”

“The last time I had a good whiskey.”

Now, when your dad hyped Toji up, you weren’t amused at all, considering your dad’s other friends are, well, not very attractive. But, this stranger was hot as hell, currently standing shirtless in your garage. His attention was on fixing up the vintage Chevy your dad had sitting for years. Something about it’ll be a new hobby of mine, something to distract me from my little girl going off to school, but despite the ambition, that damn Chevy was taking up space and collecting dust.

Sweat beads fill me; Cupid's shot me…

He and Toji both began laughing a bit, still tending to their work. It wasn’t until you sat your suitcase down that they noticed you. Your dad was the first to see you, immediately rolling out on the dolly that was supporting his back. He came up to suffocate embrace you with the tightest hug you think he’s ever given you. He pulled back to get a good look at you, smiling real wide and kissing you on the forehead.

“You’re home! I thought you weren’t gonna be back until next week!”

“Well, Jordan may or may not have had an accident with the van while we were at a rest stop. The rest of us thought it would be safer to fly home, so here I am!”

“I told you that knucklehead was bad news, getting into an accident with my daughter in the car. I outta give him a piece of my mind.”

“Dad, I’m fine, no scratches or dents, at least on me. Plus, I think you’ve already given Jordan “a piece of your mind”, or must I remind you of when I brought him back home for Thanksgiving last year?”

“Damn it, I hate it when you're right.”

Toji, hearing the conversation play out, finally looked up from the car's hood.

My heartbeat's racing…tempt me, drive me.

Now, Toji had been around and seen a lot of women, but you, you were an angel in disguise. Your hair was curled, a pretty pink gloss, and a pair of little diamond earrings. Your crop top and cut-off shorts left little to the imagination, tits almost falling out the front and the bottom of your ass peeking out. Those shorts led down to your legs, smooth and glowing, finishing with a pair of bubblegum pink sneakers. You were fucking hot.

When your dad noticed Toji walk around the car, his face lit up a bit, bringing you over. He looked damn good, sweat dripping off his chest, down to his abs, and into the waistline of his jeans. And, boy, he was cut. You assume that all those years in the service were to thank for his physique, but you can tell he still frequents the gym, although you wish he would frequent you. He walked to the bench to grab a shirt, presumably to be appropriate, but your thoughts were nothing close to appropriate.

Feels so exciting, thought of highly. It's yours entirely, I’ll be…

“Toji, this is my daughter. Baby girl, this is Toji.”

“Well, hi there. Your dad’s told me a lot about you. How was college?”

“Hey! Hopefully, all good things! School was good, way stressful, though, especially junior year. I’m just happy to finally be home.”

“Well, little lady, it was nice to meet you. I gotta finish up on the car before this evening.”

Toji gives you a warm smile, walking back with your father to the car. At this point, you dismissed yourself, needing to dial down all of the horny thoughts you had. You figured you could unpack your bags and watch TV, but much to your dismay, Toji was still on your mind. It was getting late; you could tell from the sunset coming through your curtains. Your phone read 6:32, and almost on cue, your stomach started rumbling. You leave your room and head to the living room, figuring your dad would’ve sat down for his beer and movie routine. But he wasn’t. Nervously, you open the door to the garage, your dad and his friend still working.

“Ahem.”

They both averted their attention to you. Toji closed the hood as your dad checked his watch and looked up at you nervously.

“Well, would you look at that? It’s time for dinner!”

“Uh, yeah! What are we eating?”

“Chinese?”

“That’s fine with me.”

Toji had walked around grabbing his things as the conversation between you and your dad played out. Until your dad laid a hand on Toji’s shoulder.

“We’ll get this car moving before the end of the week, that is if you’re not too busy.”

“Fortunately, I’m not. Just doing some renovations on the house I bought.”

“Sounds great!”

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Now, you weren’t about to let this opportunity pass you by, not when you had such a good excuse to see Toji some more.

I'll be more than a lover…

“Well, Dad, Toji should join us for dinner! Gotta screen the guy who’s hanging around you, ya know.”

“Hm, that’s a great idea. Toji, wanna join us?”

You were practically bursting with anticipation, praying he’d catch on to your advance. A simple dinner can’t hurt, right? Toji looked a little confused at first, but then he saw your face and gave you a smirk.

“Well, who am I to deny your request? Let me shower and get all this oil off, then I’ll drive back over in time for us to eat.”

Your heart was doing backflips; you couldn’t believe that actually worked.

“Yeah, I should wash up too. Baby girl, order the food, and it should be here by the time we’re done.”

“Sure can do!”

It’s like the food couldn’t come fast enough. You were so excited that you were half tempted to get the order yourself, but you came to terms with the fact you needed some self-control. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you jumped like a fish to water. You could still hear the shower running in your dad’s room as you walked by, and you couldn’t be happier. As you approach the door, you stop at the mirror in the entryway. You fix your shirt a bit, making your boobs pop, and check your lipgloss and hair to make sure you look not just good, but hot. You opened the door with a smile that dropped almost instantly. The ring was from the food delivery guy. While you were happy to eat, you hoped it would be the man you wanted to eat at the door. You grabbed the cash your dad left on the console table, and when you turned around to hand the delivery guy the money, you nearly jumped at the sight of Toji walking up the driveway. You quickly handed the delivery guy the cash, heart pounding like crazy.

“I’ll go ahead and take these, thanks.”

More than a woman…

Toji grabbed the bags, smiled at the guy, and closed the door behind him. You led him to the kitchen table, where he sat down the food. You got a good look at him now. His hair was still damp from his shower, and he wore a white t-shirt and a pair of…grey sweatpants. You tried to be coy about it, but damn, did he have a bulge. It was like it was calling out to you, pressed into the leg of his pants. When you looked back up at his face, his eyes were checking you out before making eye contact. Deciding to be a little playful, you adjusted your shirt a bit, acting like you were fixing the fabric, but in reality, you were showing a little more skin. And Toji was getting an eyeful.

“So, ready for dinner?”

You didn’t even hear your dad come down the stairs, jolting a bit at his presence. He walked up to you, wrapping a hand around your shoulder and smiling.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya!”

More than enough for you...

This dinner started pretty simply, you and Toji glancing at each other now and then; acting like he wasn’t just ogling your body in the kitchen. Your dad, deep in his plate, hadn’t even noticed, every now and then taking a swig of his beer. That was until your dad got talkative.

“So, Toji, how ya likin’ things? Know it’s been forever since you’ve been home.”

“It’s nice, real quiet, the way I like it. Feels nice to be around people I know a little better, ya know?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Same old folks, but we’ve had some new people come into town, wantin’ a break from the city.”

“Well, this is certainly the place to do it.”

“Lots of new women too; find any lookers?

You bit your inner lip at his question. It’s not like you expected Toji to be single, but you were back. So, he was as of now. You and Toji made eye contact before he answered his question, you looking up at Toji in curiosity and him giving you a smirk.

“I met someone, yeah. Not too sure about it, though.”

You chuckled at Toji’s answer, the table averting their eyes on you. Toji smiled smugly, your dad confused. Shit, you had to play it off fast.

“What’s with the question, Dad? Not like you’ve found any lookers. Well, except that lady that was definitely looking for you.”

Your dad was none the wiser, instantly went red and laughed.

“Toji gotta tell you about this one about a year ago; real hottie, real crazy too!”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, even more under covers.

The rest of dinner went on smoothly; they caught up on old memories from high school, talked about Toji’s time in the service, and, of course, you. You’d long since gone to your room, leaving them to talk in the living room, but when you got out of the shower, you’d heard them talking about you. Now, you weren’t usually one to snoop, but it was a conversation about you. With Toji involved. You’d walked to the end of the hallway, behind the wall, as they sat in the living room drinking a couple of beers.

“I was real nervous about her out there by herself, especially when she met that boy. Know she likes him, but he’s bad news, can’t stay out of trouble.”

“Well, maybe now that she’s home, they’ll fall off. It’s different when they’re seeing each other every day.”

Toji was right. You hadn’t spoken to Jordan since you got home (which, to clarify, had nothing to do with Toji). After the whole van incident, you pretty much broke up with him. You guys had been fighting the whole trip, him insisting you should move with him to the city since school was over, but you weren’t interested in leaving your dad behind. The topic created distance between you; that flight back home signified the end of an era. But oh well, there’s a new one.

“I guess you’re right; there’s no pickins’ ‘round here, though. All of ‘em left for college or moved away. Don’t want her hanging out with me forever, but I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

“Trust me, she’ll find someone. Who knows? She’s a catch, for sure, but I think any guy would be intimidated meeting a dad like you!”

“Nonsense, if she found a real man, I’d be no problem.”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.

You stumbled at his statement, tripping into the living room a bit, their attention now on you. Now, when you were getting ready, you hadn’t originally intended on seeing Toji again for the night. So, that’s why you were wearing the shortest pajama shorts you had, paired with a tank top that, for all intents and purposes, was almost see-through.

“Babygirl! How are ya?”

“Oh! I’m, uh, good!”

You had to think fast. Why would you have been coming to the living room?

“I was just checking on you to make sure you go to sleep at a good time! Don’t forget you have to, um, take me to Leanne’s for breakfast! You said you’d take me as soon as I got back!”

“You’re right, honey, I completely forgot! I should probably head to bed now; that way, I’ll have enough time to get over this hangover.”

He looked over at Toji, who was standing up from the couch.

“Hey man, you should probably crash here. Don’t feel too comfortable with you driving after how many beers we threw back. Take the spare bedroom, farthest down the hall.”

“Yeah, Toji! Just want you to stay safe!”

You interjected the conversation, giving your dad one of those saccharine smiles that he was completely naive to, Toji smug across the room.

“Well, if you guys insist.”

Midnight grindin', heartrate's climbin'.

You waved your dad good night as you and Toji took your respective rooms. You originally intended to just go to bed, listen to some music, and drift off. Your anticipation made that last about ten minutes. With a master plan, you grabbed some blankets out of the hallway closet, knocking on the door to Toji’s room. He’d answered the door, shirtless, presumably about to go to sleep. Giving you a little smile, he stood to the side to let you in, closing the door behind him.

“What’s up, hun?”

“Oh, I, um, just wanted to see if you wanted more blankets; gets drafty in here.”

“Sure, thanks.”

You sat the blankets on the bed, Toji sitting next to them. Smiling at him, you began to lay the blankets out, his hand stopping you before you could finish.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it, wouldn’t wanna be too warm.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

His hand on you made your body shiver, wishing that hand would’ve just thrown you on the bed and fucked you. But let’s not forget self-control.

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll leave you to it!”

You walked to the door, blushing as you tried to calm yourself down. Just open it and walk out-

“Is that all you wanted?”

Toji had walked over to you and laid his hand above you on the door, inches away from you.

You go, I go, 'cause we share pillows.

This could go one of two ways. You could very easily say “yes” and walk back to your room. But your pussy started talking for you.

“Depends. Did you need something else?”

Toji looked you down, licking his lips on the way up. When he met your eyes again, you were smirking, catching him in the act. Not that he really cared. He brought a hand up to your thin top, playing with the hem, not breaking eye contact as he saw your nipples perk up, shirt barely covering them.

“A little inappropriate, huh? Probably be best to cover up.”

“Not if anyone’s looking.”

He gave you a little snort, getting a good look at how flustered you were.

“What if someone is looking?”

“Then, they should do something about it. Hate to walk around inappropriately, right?”

His hand stopped playing with the hem, instead pulling your top down slowly, stopping right before your nipple was exposed.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, unless they’re enjoying it, looking that is.”

He pulled it down a bit more, nipple fully exposed, his eyes watching it intently.

“Dontcha gotta be up early?”

“That would be right. Thought about staying up a little later, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Thought it’d be nice to have a little fun.”

He brought his hand up, finger lightly grazing your nipple, making your heart skip a beat.

“I might be able to help with that.”

“Yeah?”

Toji rubbed your nipple with one finger, teasing you.

“Yeah, I can…”

Chase me, leave me…

You brought your lips up to his before he stopped you, pulling your shirt back up and walking away from you. What. The. Fuck.

“But I probably shouldn’t. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on rest.”

You gave him an annoyed look, rolling your eyes, turning to leave the room. As you opened the door, you were met with your dad giving a surprised look to you and Toji. You started to panic, fuck, did he hear any of that? Surely not, he would instantly-

“Hey there! Wanted to let you know there were extra blankets and stuff in the hall closet.”

He looked past you and at the bed, smiling in contentment. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving one of those wide smiles he always does.

“Look, seems like my baby girl here was already on it! Great hospitality; thought you might’ve lost that when you left outta here.”

Yeah, great hospitality, alright. You were ready to give Toji the best damn stay of his life. You gave your dad a playful jab, walking past him as you two waved goodnight to Toji. When you went back to your room, your head kept spinning. Had he heard your dad coming? Is that why he stopped? Fuck, he’d played with your nipple and everything, if you could even call it that.

Shit, at least you knew one thing: it was time to put your vibrator to good use.

I don't think you're ready for this thing…

Constant pleasures, no scale can measure.

That whole thing was two days ago. Since then, you’d tried to avoid Toji altogether, too embarrassed to face him, always having something to do when he came to work on the car. That was until your dad intervened.

“Hey, sweetie. Can we talk about something?”

Fuck, this was it. He’d known this whole time and just waited to say something. You sat on your bed as he stood in the doorway, a look of concern on his face. You were too bugged out to say something, just nodded and waited for his response.

“Well, remember when I told you I’d have the pool in the back cleaned out and ready by the time you got home this summer?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, time got the best of me, so it’s not done, probably not til next month. But, Toji’s pool is in top shape! That is if you still wanna swim. I asked, and he said that’s perfectly fine.”

“That would be great, thanks, Dad!”

You just hit the fucking gold mine. Firstly, of course, you wanted to go the pool, but a reason to go over to Toji’s, half-naked? Oh, this was just what you needed. Once your dad left, you rummaged the room for materials for your scheme: cute swimsuit, sunscreen, towel, all the good stuff. Except your swimsuit was more of a bikini well, actually, it looked more like a thong and tiny bra. So, pretty damn hot.

Secret treasures, keeps on getting better.

“I’m gonna take the car, okay?”

“Okay, honey, drive safe!”

You’d got over to Toji’s somewhat fast, only about a ten-minute drive, but that ten minutes felt like forever. Especially to the one screaming at you through your bottoms. You’d knocked on the door, breathing in and out to prepare for him to come. Except he didn’t. You didn’t wanna be a weirdo or anything, but your dad did tell him you’d be coming and his car was in the driveway, so where the hell was he? Only one way to find out. You’d open the gate door on the side of the house, walking the pathway to the pool. There was no sign of him so you went ahead and put your stuff down, putting on your sunscreen and-

“Hey, sweetheart.”

“Uh, hey!”

You nearly jumped out of your damn skin. Toji had crept up on you, presumably from the house, as the back door was open and he was holding a water bottle. He gave it to you, chuckling a bit at your surprised look.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya. Well, you have the pool. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like.”

Was he acting completely normal? Maybe you had overanalyzed the other night; maybe it wasn’t nearly as horny as it felt. Then again, he had made somewhat of a move on you; maybe you’d test to see if that feeling was still there.

“Hey, Toji, before you go, I can’t get the sunscreen on my back. Can you help with that?”

“Sure, no problem.”

Do you wanna roll with me?

Toji gave you a smirk, taking the sunscreen from you and turning around so he could apply it. His hands were a bit calloused and cold, but they were warming up your skin like fire. Every stroke of his hand got you wetter and wetter, almost melting into his touch as he rubbed the sunscreen into your skin. He’d been careful, stopping right before applying it to your ass, almost waiting for your clearance.

“Touch me.”

He chuckled a bit, bringing his hands down to your ass, massaging the skin there. Your body was working for you, slightly moving as he applied it, moan about to escape from your lips.

“All done, princess.”

With that, he slapped your ass and walked back into the house, leaving you sexually frustrated again. You sighed in exhaustion, you were more than hoping to get your rocks off, but that’d have to wait. Again. That wasn’t gonna stop you from teasing him; you’d play into this coy little game of his. You got into the pool now, swimming for a bit while you thought of what to do next. Part of you wanted to just go in there naked and tell him to fuck you, but that was a little too brave. Instead, you had a better idea.

“Hey, Toji?”

He walked out of the house, walking over to you at the pool. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that you were giving him those fuck me eyes.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I need some help, my swimsuit top broke!”

You brought your body out of the water a bit, straps floating as you held the fabric to your chest. Toji wiped his face down, smirking at your dedication to this bit.

“Accidents happen. Let’s go inside; I got a shirt you can wear.

We can go to foreign lands, your hand in my hand.

Before you entered Toji’s house, another idea hatched.

“I’d hate to get water all over your floor! I can wait here til you get it.”

With a confused look, he shrugged and walked in. After a couple of minutes, he returned with a shirt, definitely a bit bigger than your figure, along with a towel. You began drying yourself off, taking extra care to dry the places he was actively staring at.

“That should fit you. I can make you something to eat; I’m sure you’re hungry after all that swimming.”

“Thanks, here, hold this so I can put it on.”

You handed him your swim top, chest fully exposed, nipples hard from the change of temperature. His face went flustered as he held it, eyes glued to your tits. With a smile, you brought the shirt over your head, putting it on as he watched you.

“These are wet; should probably take these too.”

With that you brought your fingers to the hem of your bottoms, pulling them down and handing them to Toji, fully naked now except for his shirt. He was chuckling, almost red from the boldness you had. You walked past him into the house, waiting for him on the kitchen island as he closed the back door. You pretty much knew you had him, but you needed that thing to take him right over the edge. So, you did. Toji walked up to you now, leaning against the counter opposite of you, giving you an expectant look.

“So, what are we eating…hopefully me.”

That was enough. Toji cleared the distance between you, hand wrapping behind your neck as he brought you in to kiss you. The kiss was hungry and needy; all that pent-up sexual frustration finally getting handled. You let him lead, hand coming down to rub your pussy before slipping his fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from you.

“You know we shouldn’t be doing this, but you’re quite the naughty one.”

“I am and obviously so are you; if not you wouldn’t be fingering me.”

“Got a point there.”

He smiled a bit, tilting your head so he can suck the skin of your neck, kissing you in all the right places.

“If you want me so bad, why’d you stop? Hear my dad coming?”

“Coincidence, sweetheart. Didn’t hear him at all.”

“So, why not continue?”

He brought your legs up, sitting you on the counter as he brought his hand down to grip your ass.

“Cause I’d feel bad about fucking my friend's daughter in his house.”

“So, fuck me here.”

Do you wanna ride with me?

Toji picked you straight up, throwing you over his shoulder as he walked to his room, you laughed as he brought you up the stairs. Once in his bedroom, he closed the door and sat you on the bed, undressing before taking you out of his shirt. In a swift motion, he laid you down, body coming over yours to kiss you again, pulling back slightly to get a good look at you.

“So, what about your little boyfriend?”

“What boyfriend?”

He laughed as he brought his fingers to you again, this time, rubbing your clit as you moaned underneath him. Moving down slowly, he caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and pulling at it with his tongue. It had you moaning, arching your back slightly as he brought his other hand up to play with your other nipple. The one that started it all. He’d found his way to your stomach licking a line straight down as he made eye contact with you, finally stopping when his tongue met your bud. Quickly, he flipped you two over, laying on his back as he sat you on his face. He didn’t give you time to prepare at all, arm pinning your legs down as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. Fuck, it was fantastic. Every lick had you gripping his headboard tighter, grinding against his face as you lost yourself in his mouth. He had you moaning near screaming, eyes on you as he worked his tongue underneath you. You couldn’t even look at him, too involved with your impending orgasm. You truly didn’t give a fuck, taking his mouth for yourself as you felt yourself about to cum. You’d thrown your head back now, Toji seeing you about to unfold and licked your clit even faster, arms bringing you so close he could suffocate. Then, it was bliss.

Your orgasm hit you hard, hand clenching on the headboard so hard you could swear you broke it. You rode it all the way out, moving your hips against his mouth as he lapped up your cum. He’d started loosening his grip on your thighs, holding you to prevent you from tipping over, and laid you on your back. You were on cloud nine, eyes still fluttering as you came down. Toji brought his face down to yours, kissing your cheek and then moving his lips to your ear.

“You did so good, taste fucking great too. You okay?”

“Fuck me.”

We can be like Bonnie and Clyde, me by your side.

Toji laughed at your bluntness as he opened your legs and sat them on either side of his hips.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

You were in fucking need. Cumming on his mouth was amazing, but you knew you didn’t wanna stop there, and neither did he. You opened your legs even wider for him, pulling him down by his neck to kiss him, bucking your hips into his waist as your sensitive bud brushed against his boxers. You could feel your wetness soaking into the fabric, making his dick harder than a brick. Swiftly, he fell back, making quick work to take off his boxers and climb back on top of you. Fuck, he had a big dick. His lips hovered over yours as you groaned in anticipation, feeling him rub against your lips, toying with you.

“Ready for me? Don’t wanna hurt ya.”

“Yes, sir.”

That lit a fire in him, hungrily bringing your hips towards him and then kissing your cheek. And just like that, he slipped in. He took his time, moving what felt like inch by inch to let you adjust to him. It did hurt a bit, but all that ended when he was all the way in, kissing you as he started moving his hips. It felt so fucking good. Toji stroked you slowly, being real careful with you as he exhaled on your shoulder, making you shudder under him. He’d pulled up and sat on his hands now, looking for that green light in your eyes for him to go faster, and once you gave it, he gave it to you exactly how you needed it.

I'll be more than a lover…

Toji had a steady pace, hands gripping your hips to steady you as he fucked into you. Your eyes had rolled back, whimpering as you gave your body to him. He knew exactly what to do with it, satisfying any craving you’d had up to that point. He fell in love with the way you moaned his name, fueling his thrusts to faster, making you moan it even louder.

“Toji…”

“Looks like those college boys haven’t been fucking you right, huh?”

“No, sir…”

“Don’t worry, ima take real good care of you.”

And that he did. He had you scratching his back, trying to get a grip as he fucked you. His hand had long since found your leg, pulling it up to your stomach to fuck you deeper. He was hitting everything inside you, felt like his dick was made for you. He was definitely right; the boys at school were shit in bed, either only fucking til they came in 3 minutes or not eating you out at all. None of them were ever as big as Toji either, especially not Jordan, he hadn’t fucked you nearly as good as this. Probably because of age, learned how to really please a woman after all these years, and fuck, you wanted it all to yourself.

More than a woman…

“Hold on tight, baby.”

Toji flipped you over so you were on top, hands gripping your ass as he slammed you on his dick. It was hard not to just scream his name over and over, wanting to be a little tame as he fucked you. But that was all over when he picked up his pace again. You could barely hold yourself up, hands gripping his shoulders as he guided you, giving it to you in that special spot that had you dying inside. Shamelessly, you threw your hips back on him as you screamed his name, him smiling below you.

“Looks like I found your sweet spot. Let me hear you baby, wanna know just how good I’m making you feel.”

“So fucking good, Toji…So good…”

He’d slapped your ass to say good girl, making you whimper every few thrusts when he did it. You finally reached a point where you could actually look at him; his face was sweating, hair sticking to it as he looked at you smugly like he was waiting to see your reaction to him taking you. He was fucking hot, something about the hungry look in his eyes had your pussy clenching around him, making him groan and bite that scar on his lip. You knew you weren’t gonna last very much longer, that fire rising inside you as he synced your bodies together.

“I see it, princess. Let me have it.”

You tried your best to hold in, wanting to hold off so you could get fucked longer, but it was just too good to hold back. Your fingers gripped his shoulders so hard you’d swear they’d bruise, screaming his name. He brought a hand up to your face, moving it so he could look at you as you came. You had been closing your eyes so hard your mascara smeared, lips plump from all the kissing, and face warm and flustered from how hard it was hitting you. He’d fucked you deep, wanting to feel your pussy spasm on every inch of him, sending him into overdrive. As you rode out your orgasm, he was chasing his, body turning to putty as he claimed your pussy as his. Toji was sexy as hell, groaning and moaning your name as he fucked his cum inside you.

Even more under covers.

You couldn’t keep it together anymore, so fucked out that you tipped over, Toji catching you as you fell. He laid you down gently, resting your head on the pillow as he pulled out of you. You were fucking done. You’d almost fallen asleep, head falling to the side as your body came to terms with just how much pleasure it had experienced.

“Hold on baby, let me take care of you first.”

Toji walked to his bathroom, wetting a washcloth and cleaning you up. You squirmed a bit at the overstimulation, too tired to even let out a moan. He’d pulled the covers over you, brushing your hair as you drifted to sleep. He’d gotten in bed next to you, lying down. Then the damn doorbell rang. Irritated, he got up and threw on some clothes, trying to be presentable enough to open the door. Fuck, whatever it was, it better be-

“Hey, Toji! Have ya seen her ‘round? She forgot her phone back at the house.”

I'll be more than a lover, more than a woman, more than enough for you.

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Sweater Weather Summer Camp AU - Introduction - Dumo

A Sweater Weather summer camp AU! Join our bunch of young adults as they spend their summer as counsellors at Gryffindor summer camp, which specialises in creating a safe summer camp experience for LGBTQ youth. For some it's there first summer and others are returning. All are in for some drama.

The plan is for each chapter to be a different point of view. Also, everybody that is tagged will either have a chapter POV or be a partner of the chapter POV but there will be many a cameo from other characters. Of course, I'll update tags and warning as I go.

Thank you to my betas for their incredible work!

As always, this universe belongs to @lumosinlove and I thank her profusely for the creation of these wonderful wonderful characters and for allowing us to play with them. You’re the best!

For previous and future chapters see masterlist

Rating: T

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“Okay, folks - listen up, please,” Pascal Dumais’ voice boomed through the microphone. Silence rippled across the crowd of young adults who had been talking excitedly amongst themselves. Dumo, as he was affectionately known, smiled as faces turned towards him. “Welcome to Gryffindor Summer Camp - Join the pride. My name is Pascal but please, call me Dumo,” he started, small laughter tinging the edges of his voice at the cheesiness of the slogan.

“We’re so excited to have you here and firstly, I want to thank you all for giving up your summers to give our kids an amazing time. In a moment, we’ll give you a couple of hours to find your cabins, get settled in and unpack. Please be back here by 13.00. The training schedule, as you’ll have seen in the information sent, is pretty full on but you’ll have the afternoon off on Sunday before we’re bombarded on Monday morning. My office door is always open if you have any questions or just want to talk.”

Dumo rattled through his usual speech, having perfected it over the years to be concise enough to hold the hoard of distracted young adult’s attention. He turned, gesturing towards a woman stood on the edge of the stage area to come and join him. His smile grew a little wider as she approached. “Alternatively, this here is Celeste, my wife, but more importantly our camp therapist. She’ll be leading some sessions with our campers, however she’s also here for you. Please seek her out if you have any worries or concerns. Okay, I can see you are all dying to get to your cabins so I’ll let you go for now.”

The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves and Dumo cleared his throat to get their final tendrils of attention, “remember that your cabin assignments are posted on the staff billboard. Please do not switch. Cabin counsellors, you in particular have been placed so that you are as near to your kids as possible. And once again, back by 13.00. Okay, that is all, au revoir.”

Pascal watched as the crowd dispersed slowly; returning counsellors stopping to greet old friends and new counsellors looking slightly overwhelmed. He wondered what stories were to come out of this bunch. He was jolted out of his musing by a strong shoulder bumping into his. Sergei. He’d know it anywhere.

“Who are you plotting to put together this year?” Sergei teased, a strong Russian accent filtering into the words despite having lived in various parts of the United States for nearly two decades now.

Dumo smirked, his eyes almost shining with mischief, “Moi? I would never do such a thing.”

Sergei rolled his eyes, slinging an arm around Dumo, “No, of course not. The fact that both Lupin and Black’s cabins were suddenly uninhabitable overnight last year was surely a coincidence.” He nodded a head towards the aforementioned couple. The boys were standing by a small huddle of other returning counsellors; their hands were clenched together and they stood so close to one another that they practically inhabited one another’s space. “They are back again.”

“They are very cute indeed,” Dumo hummed, casting his eyes over the crowd until they met two boys that he had seen earlier. One taller with red hair and the other shorter with a baseball hat over a head of brown curls. “Maybe the cabin of those two will become dangerous this year,” he laughed as he subtly pointed out the boys that he meant.

Suddenly, the red haired boy lifted the baseball cap off the other boy’s head and pressed his lips to his forehead before bounding off in the direction of staff HQ.

“I think you might be too late,” Sergei gave a small laugh, his mouth turning up at the edges just slightly.

“That only assures me that my senses are correct,” Dumo shrugged, leaning into his boyfriend. “You’re going home tonight, yes? And then you will bring the kids back with you tomorrow?”

Sergei nodded, “Yes, Anya will come by on Wednesday but I think she wants to catch up with Celeste more than see me. She has already brought a bottle of wine.”

Pascal laughed a deep booming laugh, “At least that means we can finally get a night to ourselves. Addie can keep an eye on the children.They’ll have the whole camp wrapped around their little fingers by Wednesday I am sure.”

“Pascal, mon amour, I am sorry to interrupt, but Regulus here has a room allocation issue and I thought it best if you dealt with it,” Celeste said, stepping into Dumo’s line of vision. Next to her stood a slightly rumpled looking young adult. Regulus, they/them, the name badge pinned to their chest read.

Sergei gave Dumo’s shoulder one last squeeze before grunting, “I’m going to go and do some last checks in the kitchen. Let the madness begin,” and wandering off.

Let the madness begin indeed, Dumo thought. Sometimes running this camp felt like fighting an uprising of zombies; each time he battled one problem another popped up in its place. Nevertheless, the happiness he gained from it far outweighed the stress and he couldn’t wait to see what Summer 2020 was going to bring.

#sweater weather #lumosinlove #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #leo knut #natalie darcy #pascal dumais #celeste dumais #sergei ivanov #sirius black #regulus black #alex o'hara #kasey winter #remus lupin #dima krupin #James Potter #Lily Evans #thomas walker #noelle tremblay

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The Trial for a Hero’s Soul: Pt. 8

Omi: “Uuuugh...” Gets sent flying out of the ring he was fighting in. “I...have lost.”

Aang: Goes up to Omi and offers a hand. “It was a good try, Omi. I’m sure you’ll win next time.”

Omi: Gets up. “Thank you. Care for a 2 out of 3?”

Aang: “Nice try. Snacks are going to be on you tonight.”

Omi: “I had best scrounge up some coin before the stars begin their shine.”

Sora: “That was a good fight you two.”

Sora and Kairi approach Omi and Aang.

Aang: “Hey guys. How long have you been watching us?”

Kairi: “Close to the end I think. Were you guys training?”

Aang: “Kind of. We wanted to put our best elements against each other and see who came out on top.”

Omi: “Your style isn’t as similar to Raimundo’s as I had hoped.”

Aang: “You’re telling me. I was too used to how Kitara uses her water bending. So many close calls.”

Kairi: “Well look at it this way, now you’ve discovered new ways to use your elements after fighting, right?”

Omi: Takes out the sun chi lantern. “If only I could use the other elements on my own...”

Aang: “Don’t worry about it, Omi. Your friends trust you with their chi. I couldn’t learn the other elements on my own without my friend’s help either.”

Sora: “There’s nothing wrong with relying on other people, Omi.”

Omi: “...” Nods.

Sora: “By the way, is there a Shen Gong Wu I could borrow? It doesn’t have to be something powerful or dangerous. Any wu would do.”

Omi: “Why do you need a Shen Gong Wu?”

Sora: “You see...”

Meanwhile...

Emizel: “There’s not much time left. The Red Moon’s almost here!”

Mao: “Why does that matter? It’s not like you’re going to stop chasing him once it’s over.”

Emizel: “Of course not, but I HAVE to escort the prinnies souls into their next lives once it gets here. It’s part of my responsibilities as death! While I’m out doing that, Sora could be long gone and who knows how long it’ll be before I find him again? This is the best shot I have!”

Maeve: “Why go after his soul anyway now zat he’s been pardoned? Is his soul zat valuable?”

Mao: “I’ve been wondering that for a while. How is such a regular human able to safeguard hearts inside his own as well as escape death’s fingers so often? I’m starting to see why Vexen was so interested in researching this guy...”

Maeve: “Get a drop of drool on me and zis knife will become your next meal.”

Emizel: “It’s not the quality of his soul I’m worried about. I’m just making sure I’m doing my job as death so everything doesn’t turn to crap!”

Valvatorez: “Emizel...are you perhaps concerned about whether or not Sora will end up like Judge Nemo?”

Emizel: “...”

Maeve: “Judge Nemo???”

Mao: “A human who avoided death for years and turned into a psycho hellbent on whipping out all of human and demon kind! He’s a prinny now though.”

Maeve: “It’s difficult to imagine someone like Sora ending up zat way...”

Emizel: “Maybe, but I don’t want to take any chances! Next time I’ll-”

Soon, Maeve’s phone starts ringing.

Valvatorez: “When did you get a cellular device?”

Maeve: “My roommate wouldn’t stop pestering me until I get one.” Takes it out and sees Tracer’s name. “Speaking of whom, zat’s her right now. Forgive me, but I’d better answer.” Answers the phone. “Bonjour kitten. Before you say anything, I didn’t forget about our sparring session, something just came- Hmm? A message? Very well zen, I’ll tell him. Au revoir.” Hangs up. “You are not going to believe zis.”

Meanwhile...

Aang: “Wow, that’s...a lot to take in.”

Omi: “Yes, you are quite heading down a turd’s creek without a waddle.”

Aang: “Paddle.”

Sora: “Yeah, but that’s where my plan comes in, which is why we need one of your wu.”

Kairi: “Do you think it’ll work?”

Omi: “Possibly. It is how my friends saved me from Chase Young’s tyranny, however it is a huge gamble. If you fail...”

Sora: “I’m aware of the risk, but this is our only option.”

Omi: “...Very well.” Gives Sora the Mantis Flip Coin. “You may borrow this one.”

Sora: “Thanks Omi.”

Kairi: “Now we have to just have to get in contact with Emizel.”

Sora: “Right!” Takes out his phone. “I...don’t have his number...”

Aang: “That’s...not good, right?”

Kairi: “In this case, no.”

At that moment, Sora gets a call from Tracer.

Sora: Answers it. “Hello?”

Tracer: “Hi love! How you doing? Still going to watch the Red Moon later?”

Sora: “I’m trying to, but something came up earlier.”

Tracer: “Really? That’s rough. Do you need some help so you can make it on time?”

Sora: “No, I think we got this.”

Tracer: “If you say so, mate. Also, have you seen Maeve? She’s been gone without a word since early this morning and I’m starting to get worried.”

Sora: “I think she’s with Emizel right now.”

Tracer: “Emizel? Is that a new fighter?”

Sora: “Well...”

-A bit later...-

Tracer: “Bollocks Sora! She tried to kill you for the bounty?! I’m going to have to call her and give her an earful! That is NOT what friends do!”

Kairi: “Wait, Maeve has a phone?”

Tracer: “I got her one about a month back so we can stay in touch.”

Kairi: “In that case, do you think you can send her a message for us? It’s really important.”

Tracer: “Of course, love. What do you need me to say?”

Later, back at the Red Moon destined arrival site...

Sora: “...”

Emizel: Walks up to Sora. “You actually showed up.”

Sora: “Yeah. I’m done running. The only way for this to end is to face you head on.”

Emizel: “I’ll commend you for staying true to your word, but you are a fool for doing this. You can’t beat death! It comes for everyone! Even if you somehow take me down in a fight, I’m still going to keep at it until your soul is taken! There’s no way around this! You might as well just accept your fate!”

Sora: “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I have been doomed from the very start...but even if it all seems hopeless...that doesn’t mean I won’t try!” Sora launches one of his palms at Emizel.

Emizel: Blocks it with his hand. “Pfft! You call that an attack? Look! I didn’t even need to dodge. My hand alone is enough to- Wait, is there something in between our hands?”

Sora smirks as their hands began to light up.

Emizel: -!!- “That light! This is-”

Sora: “DEATH PRINCE EMIZEL, I CHALLENGE YOU TO A XIAOLIN SHOWDOWN!!!”

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There’s Blood on His Mouth (1)

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is welcome! Special thanks to the Maribat Fandom Group Chat for all the encouragement! I will continue to update this story, as there are already several chapters written out. If you would like to be added to the tag list, just tell me! I’m super nervous about this, but here we go!

Chapter 1 (Here) Chapter 2

To say the least, Damian al-Ghul Wayne didn’t expect to see Ladybug swinging her legs as she sat on top of the adjacent building to Wayne Enterprises. The location was private and made for a good stake out spot where she remained unseen to the commuters below. She was admiring the smoky view of an early Gotham morning while sipping coffee from a ladybug themed thermos she had brought up with her, before she abruptly turned around and smirked at him.

“You know you can’t sneak up on me, Robin,” she smiled smugly.

He stood behind her, in the shadows as always. Damian swept his gaze over her unearthly blue-bell eyes, red mouth, and ebony hair. Her mask was in place, the black spots coordinating with her suit.

Realizing he was staring, Damian cleared his throat, “What gave you the assumption that my aim was to ambush you?”

“Your unwillingness to announce yourself, but I do suppose that’s normal for you,” Ladybug quipped back at him, smiling deviously.

“As you should know perfectly well,” he replied stoically.

She sighed and turned back to the view, “I suppose you win this round of our arguments.”

Damian said nothing and walked out into the light, and stood behind her. His eyes were drawn to her adorable pigtails, although he would never admit he found them cute. His gloved hands slowly found their way to the red scrunchies holding her hair up and slowly removed them. They gave way and her hair came loose into lustrous, midnight waves.

She turned around to him from her perch on the edge of the building, pouting, “I have an important appointment after this, and you just ruined my hair. Naughty Robin.”

His blush rose at her last comment, but he was quick to reply with, “As if you care.”

When she gave no response, he slowly sat down next to her. To his mute shock, his long time friend (although he would never admit they were more) leaned onto his shoulder.

Both of them had a complicated relationship with the other. They couldn’t deny attraction, but both had agreed they couldn’t endanger their alter egos by having such a relationship. So they rarely had any sort of intimacy and their identities would remain a guarded secret. Not that it ever stopped them from enjoying the other’s company.

Damian slowly leaned back into her, until their masked frames were resting against each other against the rather smoky backdrop of a Gotham morning. He felt her lean away, and he stiffened in disappointment.

“I actually do have an appointment though. I can’t stay much longer, but I was in the area and I figured you would turn up,” Ladybug told him.

“Liar. I know you memorized my patrol route, Angel,” he smiled, something he rarely did in the presence of others.

“No matter, you showed up anyway. I do have to leave though, I don’t want to be late,” she added, blushing at the nickname.

Damian merely sighed, and he felt her shift next to him. He automatically assumed she was leaving, and he turned his head towards her to bid her farewell. However, he didn’t expect to come into contact with her mesmerizing blue eyes just as they shut and her blood red lips pressed awkwardly into his.

He sputtered, shocked at the attention and pulled away. She did the same and he watched, mesmerized at her captivating face framed by her midnight locks.

She blushed furiously, rambling, “I was trying to kiss your cheek. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make it awkward. I didn’t mean it Robin, I’m so sorry!”

Her sputtering stopped abruptly as he cupped her face with his gloved hands and leaned in, whispering, “Don’t be.”

Their faces were close, gazing into each other’s eyes. But then Robin came closer. His mouth met her’s and their eyes shut peacefully. Damian's gloved fingers slid languidly into her loose hair, further making a mess of it, as she pressed herself closer to him. Her hands ran over his suit that she often referred to as a traffic light costume. As he gently tugged her hair, their kiss became more carnal and she pried open his mouth with her tongue. She moaned into his mouth and moved to straddle him as he pulled the two of them away from the edge of the building.

They were basking in each other’s presence when Robin’s comms beeped loudly to life, startling the two of them. They gasped for air as they reluctantly pulled away from each other. Both of them were a mess, with mussed hair and Ladybug’s lipstick smeared on the two of them. Robin checked to see what the alert was. He cursed as he read the message from Alfred, reminding him that he needed to appear at Wayne Enterprises in a few hours to review some files with Master Tim. He scowled at the message.

Next to him, Ladybug had flipped open her yoyo and was checking the time with her matching thermos in her other hand.

“Shit!” she cursed, “I need to go right now or else I’m going to be late for my appointment! Au revoir Robin!”

He watched mutely as she swung away, having mixed feelings about their kiss. However, there wasn’t enough time to dwell on it. The red scrunchies that she had previously worn lay discarded on the building’s roof. He quickly grabbed them and slid them onto his wrist, making a mental note to return them. Damian rose from his position on the roof of the building and began his hasty journey back to Wayne Manor to get changed into something more acceptable for a visit to a billion dollar company. After all, he didn’t want to disappoint Father and be late.

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

;modern au, band au

word count: 2.0k

warnings: swearing, fluff if you squint, deep talk with jean

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Hitch dropped you off at home with a loud "Au revoir!" and sped off in her black car while you waved silently.

You couldn't shake the nervous feeling Hitch had left you with. It was reasonable to feel uneasy after a strange encounter like that, but nevertheless, you plastered on a fake smile when you walked inside and saw Eren sprawled on the couch.

He lifted his head from his phone when he noticed your presence. "Y/n, you're back. What did Hitch want?"

Admittedly, you felt bad about never telling your best friend, but it was too late now.

"Nothing much, she just wanted to catch up. Haven't seen her since college," You lied easily as you plopped down in the chair next to the couch. "What's new with you?"

Eren shrugged and looked at his phone. "Just trying to pass the time. Jean's headed to the airport at eight tonight. Hope you're ready to see your girlfriend." He tilted his head back while laughing.

You smacked his forehead and he recoiled in pain. "Ah! What's your problem?" Eren rubbed his forehead with a hard glare aimed at you.

"I don't have a problem, you're just being freakish."

Eren gawked. "No, I'm not! You're the real freak, being you and whatever."

"Oh, good one." You snorted. "Hey, speaking of, where is Jean, anyways?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you glanced around the house.

"You tell me." Eren repeatedly clicked his tongue while turning his attention back on his phone.

"I'll go find him then," you decided. Eren just grunted in response, too immersed with the JAEGER BOMB fan pages he was scrolling through.

You got up from the comfy chair and starting looking around the house for Jean. After your talk with Hitch, you were feeling even more nervous about Mikasa coming home. You desperately needed to talk to someone, even if it wasn't about Hitch. You just needed a good distraction from tonight.

Jean was nowhere to be found on the first floor, so you trudged upstairs in hopes of finding him. You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, passing Mikasa's dark room, stopping when you heard a quiet string of curses from the hallway bathroom.

"Jean?" You called out hesitantly. Lightly knocking on the bathroom door, you pressed your ear to the wood in hopes of figuring out what the issue was.

"Come in," came Jean's strained voice from the small room. You peeked your head in the doorframe and took note of his frustrated figure.

"What's going on?"

"Who decided it would be a good idea to grow my hair out?" He made furious hand motions at his head.

You let out a chuckle as he angrily tried to comb his hair back. "You did."

He rolled his eyes. "Right. I think I might have to go back in time and slap myself for that one."

Shrugging, you sat on the counter next to the agitated male and crossed your arms. "Just cut it then."

"It's not as simple as that," he sighed. "I like the way it looks long, Marco likes it too. And the fans, you know. Besides, I can't cut it in a fit of rage. I'll end up like you." He snorted after his snide comment.

"That was one time! Besides, that was high school. We all did stupid things back then." You grimaced at the memory.

"Yeah, you were the stupidest. You chopped off all your hair because of something that aggravated you." He pointed his comb at you in a teasing manner.

"A little thing called feelings were aggravating me. At least I can control myself more now." You pushed the comb back at him and poked his shoulder.

"Speaking of which, I'm surprised you didn't lose your shit when I told you guys Mikasa was coming home." He went back to working on his hair.

"Seriously? I made you all clean the whole house. I could barely get through her room yesterday. Wasn't that enough of a reaction?" Your head fell onto the mirror against your back while you laughed bitterly.

"Yeah, I guess it was. I don't know what I expected honestly. I assume you aren't over her?"

"Definitely not." You sighed. "Because it's been two years since I last had any contact with her, you'd honestly think I would've moved on by now."

Jean set his comb at the side of the counter and faced you. "Did you want to move on?"

You fidgeted and looked away from his hard gaze. "It would be best if I did. I had my chance and I never took it. There was always a part of me that knew she'd come back. I had always hoped that she would, I never got to tell her how I felt, but now that it's actually happening it feels almost unreal." You met Jean's eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched up.

"Are you going to confess when she's back?" he inquired.

Your thoughts circled back to Hitch. Her threats were powerful. She knew what she was doing. Maybe you could confess to Mikasa in secret and she would never know. However, she somehow knew about Mikasa's future arrival, so you should play it safe. Plus, you hadn't seen the Mikasa you knew in two years.

"No, I don't think I will. There's so much to know about her now. She could be a completely different person." You pulled your knees to your chest.

Jean put his hands on your shoulders which made you look back up at him. "Y/n, you've been putting this off far too long. She's proven to us that she's not always going to be here. If there's ever a time to tell her, it would be now."

You stared at each other for a few moments before you pursed your lips and looked away. Jean was right. The perfect chance was right in front of you but just out of your reach. There was always an unspoken obstacle when it came to your feelings for Mikasa. Whether it was another person or yourself blocking the way. "I just need some time to think."

Jean took his hands off your shoulders and shook his head. "You, my friend, are what people call hopeless." He picked up the comb again, about to run it through his hair once more, but sighed and placed it in a drawer. "Fuck it, ponytail it is." You found it funny how often he would end up tying his hair in a low ponytail. His hair was long, but it wasn't close to the length Eren's was. Whenever Jean did his hair like that little tufts would stick out at the top of his neck and loose strands would curl around his ears.

"How long are you growing it?" You asked as you let your legs dangle over the countertop.

"I'll grow it until it becomes seriously unmanageable. It's already getting unruly." Jean softly kicked open the door and gestured to the hallway. "After you."

You hopped off the counter and gladly took his offer, sliding your arm along the balcony railing before folding your arms over the wood and resting your head on them. The hallway was only lit up by the orange light from the sunset beyond the large living room windows above the glass doors.

Jean passed by you swiftly, making cool air hit your neck. He loudly trudged down the wooden stairs and you saw him walk into the living room from your view.

Armin was sitting cross legged in the cushy rocking chair and Eren was still taking up the space of the long couch. Their eyes were trained on an ocean documentary, Armin occasionally commenting on the sea life while Eren nodded at him.

Jean sat on the loveseat under the balcony, now hidden from your view. Armin noticed your content gaze and beckoned for you to join them.

You followed Jean's path to the living room and put your hands on the back of the couch he was sitting on.

"What do you guys want for dinner? It's nearly seven o'clock." You asked the seated boys.

"Can we just get Burger King or something again?" Eren tore his eyes away from the screen to look at you pleadingly.

"Eren, we had that yesterday. I don't want it two nights in a row. That's just gross." Armin frowned at his request.

Jean placed his hands behind his head and on top of your hands. "Eat whatever you like. I have to drive to the airport soon." He patted your hands and stood from the couch.

Once Jean left the room you continued your survey. "We could have spaghetti?" You offered.

"That sounds good. I'll help you." Armin started toward the kitchen with you before tugging on Eren's sleeve. "You come too. You've been sitting on that couch all day, you lazy bum."

Eren groaned like a child being asked to do the dishes. "Fine, if I have to."

The three of you started preparing the meal in the kitchen with Armin getting the noodles out and making the meatballs, you making the sauce, and Eren filling the pot with water then leaving the rest to you and Armin.

Eren sat on a kitchen stool and pulled his phone out. You and Armin both gave him an eye roll before continuing your cooking.

It was around seven-thirty when the food was done. There were a few mishaps along the way since Jean wasn't around to help and neither you or Armin were very skilled in culinary practices. But the final product looked edible and that's all that matters.

Eren and Armin got their servings and sat down on the kitchen island stools while you went to close the curtains in living room and the dining area. You then pulled out a stool next to Armin.

The three of you ate in silence for a while before you spoke up. "Jean should be back soon."

Eren perked his head up. "Really? He said he'd get her at eight. He left an hour ago but we all know he likes to be early so who knows," He said.

"I'd give it maybe twenty minutes. Why? You nervous?" Armin twirled the pasta around their fork.

"Incredibly," you exhaled.

Eren snorted. "As expected from you. But if you're nervous, imagine how Jean feels right now. That should perk you right up." he laughed to himself while imagining Jean waiting for Mikasa, a nervous wreck.

"Are you not nervous?" You asked timidly.

Armin shrugged. "I guess I am. We've known her forever. It'll be just like seeing an old college friend. It'll be refreshing to see her after all this time. I'm more worried about how ready the house is," they explained while folding their arms.

"I'm a little nervous. You think she'll like my hair?" Eren gestured to his bun.

"No, you're ugly." Armin commented. You laughed so hard at Eren's shocked face that you didn't hear the door unlocking behind you.

Armin stopped laughing with you and stared at the door. "Mikasa," He whispered.

"Mikasa?" You questioned and looked back at the door. "Mikasa."

Sure enough, Mikasa was at the door with Jean lurking behind her.

She was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants with dark green sneakers. Her hair was cut much shorter now. It was slightly fluffed up and messy from the plane ride. She had a few rings decorating her fingers and a small tattoo on her middle finger on her right hand. In that hand, she carried a navy blue suitcase. In the other, gripped the same scarf Eren gave her years before. She held a tired expression but you thought she looked beautiful as ever.

Your eyes widened and you parted your lips to say something but nothing would come out. Instead, you opted for a hug. You wrapped your arms around her waist, your head just peeking over her shoulder, earning a surprised noise from her. Her arms made their way around your frame as she held you close.

"Mikasa," you could only manage to squeak out her name.

posted: 8/27/21

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#aot fanfiction #band au #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #modern au #snk fanfiction #attack on titan

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Alexander Hamilton x Reader —> Lafayette x Reader

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Requested by anonymous

Request: 35 and 44 with Lafayette where the reader was Alex's wife but after the Pamphlet and Phillip Lafayette always offered her to visit him in France so she does and they eventually fall for each other and he helps her come to the decision of getting a divorce

35: “Do you think she could’ve loved me?”

44: “Everyone deserves a second chance.”

A/N: I want to reiterate that I usually don't write stories where cheating is involved. It only occurs in this story because Alexander is a problematic bitch and, as we know, actually cheated on his wife. There’s plenty of French in here in which I used Google Translate. Feel free to let me know if something is wrong or doesn’t make sense. It’s been a long time since I wrote a story in only a few days, so thank you for this request! I hope it’s good and that you enjoy!

Word Count: 4,568

~~ You hugged Lafayette tightly. The other guys stood back, each of you had been given a chance to say goodbye to Lafayette privately. "Don't tell them, but I will miss you most mademoiselle." Lafayette said with a fond smile. You had all agreed to try to be happy in this moment.

"I'm gonna miss you too. But I know you have to go back. You're going to save France after all." You said as you pulled back. "But this really sucks." You told him as you looked to the large boat behind him.

"I'll write as often as I can. Besides," he grabbed your left hand and lifted it up. The gold band glinted on your ring finger. "You have Monsieur Hamilton to keep you company Mrs. Hamilton." He said with another smile, pointedly saying your married name to get a smile and a blush from you. It worked.

"Yeah I do." You said. "But who am I going to spend time with while he works?"

“Hercules. Laurens. Any of the Schuylers." Lafayette rattled off.

"Ok, ok. But you're my favorite." You pouted.

Lafayette pulled you into one more hug. "You're my favorite too, mademoiselle."

You pulled back and wiped at your eyes, which were getting wet. The boys came and joined you and Lafayette. Alexander wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you close. You leaned back against him. Lafayette pointed a finger at Alexander. "You take good care of her, mon amie." He warned.

"Of course, Laf." He said.

"Très bien." He said. "Well...au revoir mes amies." He said. He was smiling but you could see he was masking some sorrow.

"Bye, Laf." John said with a wave. Alexander and Hercules gave similar farewells.

You couldn't even bring yourself to say anything, the risk of tears too great. So you waved. Lafayette seemed to understand and waved back.

You loved Alexander, there was no question there. But Lafayette was your best friend. He was the one who helped you navigate your feelings for Alexander. He was the one you confided in with everything. He was the first one to know you were pregnant. He knew everything and now he was leaving.

You watched the boat sail off with hot tears slipping down your cheeks. "Come on, Y/N. Let's go home." Alexander suggested. You nodded, not wanting to be at the docks any longer.

—

Lafayette wrote as promised but it was long stretches in between letters. But you enjoyed every one you got. Alexander got a position at Washington's side and was always busy. He gave you as much time as he could but he was often working. You had a son and named him James.

You were a perfect little family. Alexander was busy but was still there for you and involved in James' life. And you still loved him so much.

You flipped through the letters you got from the mailbox. You smiled as you saw you got one from Lafayette. You set all the other letters down on the kitchen table to read Lafayette's. Your grin widened and you raced to Alexander's study. "We have to go to Virginia." You said as you burst in.

"Why? You know I don't necessarily care for that state."

"Because, Lafayette is coming to the United States and that's where he's docking." You said while you held up the letter.

"I'm sure he'll come here and visit us." Alexander said with a smile. "Especially you." He tacked on the end.

"Me too, but who knows how short his stay is. And imagine how surprised he'd be if we met him there." You tried.

"He'd be thrilled." Alexander agreed. "But I just can't. This plan, I have to finish it."

Your smile fell. "Oh, that's right." You mumbled.

"You know, you could take James and go to Virginia." Alexander suggested.

"Really? You don't mind?"

"No. You're right, Laf would love to have us meet him there. And he hasn't met James either. And you really want to spend as much time as possible with him. So go. I'll be here and working. Then when Lafayette comes to visit, you accompany him back here." Alexander planned.

You beamed. "Thank you, Alexander!" You leaned forward and kissed him soundly.

"Anything for you, the best of wives and best of women."

—

You were thrilled the day you came to the dock and saw a large boat coming in to shore. James ran around the dock playing while you waited. You spied someone you knew, though not well. "Mr. Jefferson." You greeted pleasantly.

"Ah, Mrs. Hamilton." He was kind to you. You had spoken to him before. He said his feud was with your husband and not you. He also claimed to have heard great things about you prior to meeting you. That was a mystery you had yet to figure out. "What brings you to Virginia?" He asked.

"That boat," you pointed to it. "Has a very good friend aboard and I'm here to greet him."

"The Marquis." Jefferson said.

"You know Lafayette?" You asked.

"Who do you suppose I worked with to draft a declaration for France? Who do you suppose had only positive things to say about you?" Then it all clicked. It made perfect sense that Lafayette would know Jefferson and why he would dock here and not New York.

"Of course." You said with a smile.

"Is Alexander with you?" Thomas asked.

"No. He's working on his debt plan." You told Thomas with a pointed look. He knew what the look meant but could also tell you weren't really all the angry about it. That wasn't your fight. Thomas merely shrugged.

"Well I just can't imagine he left your side, someone as lovely as you. And he claims to be so smart." Thomas quipped.

"Thank you for caring so much about my marriage Thomas. But things are fine." You told him. Thomas raised his hands in surrender.

You shared light conversation with Thomas until the boat docked and people started to come off. Thomas must've spotted Lafayette before you did because he raised his hand above his head to catch someone's attention. Both men were much taller than you though, so you weren’t that surprised.

Lafayette appeared behind a few people. His eyes were trained on Thomas, he was approaching to shake his friend's hand. Then his gaze flicked over. He did a double take when he saw you. You smiled and waved. It was as if he forgot about Thomas completely and ran forward to wrap you in a hug. "Mon amie! I missed you so much!" He said as he held you. He pulled back. "I thought I wouldn't see you until I came to New York."

"I thought I'd surprise you."

Lafayette glanced around. "Where is Monsieur Hamilton?" He asked.

"He's home. He was too busy to come today." Some emotion other than joy flicked across Lafayette's face for just a second. "It's just me and..." You waved James over. "James. Lafayette, it's my pleasure to introduce you to James Hamilton. James, this is Lafayette, me and your father have told you about him before."

"Oh yeah!" James said in recognition. "You helped my dad get a battalion." James held out a hand.

Lafayette smiled. "Oui. And he led it well." Lafayette looked back to you. "He's a good kid."

"Yes he is."

"Hate to break up this reunion." Thomas suddenly said. "But I'm feeling rather invisible."

"Of course. Monsieur Jefferson." Lafayette finally greeted his friend.

Lafayette wanted to visit the Washington's while he was here. And you and Thomas accompanied him. You actually accompanied Lafayette everywhere he went. He was extremely understanding. He knew you went out of your way to surprise him. And he was equally excited to spend time with you as well. Lafayette also took it upon himself to teach James some French. He was becoming quite fluent in the language.

One day, you and him were getting lunch. You left James with a family you knew for a few hours to catch up with Lafayette. "I'm glad you came early mon amie. I wish Alexander was with you though."

"Yes, well Washington's cabinet has kept him fairly busy." You tried not to sound too upset about it.

Lafayette studied you. "Mademoiselle are things going ok?" He asked. You had forgotten how well Lafayette could read you.

You smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Things are fine, Laf." You reassured him. "You know how Alexander can be, desperate to rise. He's getting his chance. Of course he's going to work toward it."

"His station shouldn't matter if he has you." Lafayette said. You flushed red at the compliment. "He should be more concerned with making you happy than rising in his station."

"He does make me happy, Lafayette. Me and James mean the world to him. I know that." You told him.

"Ok, only if you're sure mon amie." Lafayette said. "Because you are my favorite." He said, smiling at the old joke. "So I will put your happiness over my friendship with Alexander."

"Luckily, I don't think you have to do that."

A few weeks later, you were home once more. Lafayette and Alexander slid right back into their former friendship. Unbeknownst to you, however, Lafayette did have a heated conversation with Alexander about his treatment of you. You weren't sure if it was that conversation or his guilt that made him be much more attentive of you for the next few years.

—

Lafayette could forgive a lot. He could. He was understanding. People screw up a lot. He had his fair share of screw ups. But this. This was one thing he wouldn't forgive. The news even made it to France.

The Reynolds Pamphlet.

—

You only mentioned it once. “I need to know, did you tell me to go to Virginia just so you could have this affair?” You had to know.

Alexander’s eyes widened. “No! Absolutely not! I didn’t plant this. But while you were in Virginia she just showed up and-” You held up a hand to stop him.

“I don’t want to know all the details, Alexander. I think I’m better off without them.”

Things between you and Alexander were tense. You knew there was gossip floating all around you. Lafayette still wrote to you. You noticed his letters to Alexander stopped. He kept you sane. He talked about other things. He didn't bring up the shame and embarrassment that was the only thing your family was currently known for. He knew of course. But he never mentioned it.

Divorce was an option. But was that any better? James' family would be split. People would still talk. Gossip would only be worse. For your son's sake mostly, you stayed. The gossip was lessened when people saw the Hamilton family was still together. But that was in public. In private, life was very different.

You and Alexander ate meals at different times. Alexander practically lived in a guest room now. You barely spoke to each other. Friends knew some of what life had become like. Lafayette knew everything.

By the time the scandal became public, James was a young man. You couldn't shelter him from it. He knew exactly as you did. He never mentioned it either. However, he knew as a Hamilton that he should stand up for his family. He always had the same pride as his father, if not more.

Which is what led to you sobbing against your son's motionless chest. Alexander was breaking down beside you. He put a hand on your shoulder and you roughly shook it off. You didn't want his comfort and he didn't deserve any from you. You glared at him as tears ran down your cheeks. "This is your fault." You growled. A low blow certainly. But there was truth to it. "He was defending you. The man who cheated on his mother and declared the affair to the world. And he still defended you."

Life at home got even worse. The house seemed darker without your son. You weren't sure if Alexander was actively avoiding you or not, but you practically never saw him anymore. It was isolating and lonely. During this time, you sent your shortest letter ever to Lafayette.

“James was killed in a duel.”

You didn't add details or anything. You weren't sure you could dwell on the information right now. You were sure Lafayette had questions, he had to. He was probably upset as well. James began writing to Lafayette when he returned to France, referred to him as an uncle. A title that Lafayette wore with more pride than Marquis. But all the same, you received the shortest letter you ever got from Lafayette.

“Come visit, mon amie.”

Alexander noticed the suitcases in the living room. He knocked on the door. "I'm uh...I'm just wondering about the uh suitcases." He mumbled.

"I'm going to France for a while."

"Gonna go run to Lafayette?" He accused. "God, the two of you were always too close."

You dropped the dress you were folding and marched right up to him. You stated him down. "At least I never slept with him." You snarled. Alexander said nothing more and left you to pack. He didn't even tell you goodbye as you left.

—

The long boat ride wasn't bad. It wasn't anymore lonely than your home right now. And as soon as your feet were back on dry land, you were wrapped in Lafayette's arms. You started feeling tears form. "Lafayette, could we perhaps go back to your home so I don't have an emotional break down here in front of everyone."

"Of course mon amie." He said. He carried the two large bags you brought despite your protests. Lafayette showed you to his house, a large and impressive home. He put your bags in the guest room. He gave you one look and you ran to him, held him close, and sobbed against him. Weeks, months, and years of hurt being poured out. You had no one to comfort you since Alexander made his affair public. And it seemed Lafayette knew that.

He ran his fingers through your hair. He whispered reassurance and comfort in two languages. "I'm so sorry for everything you've been through ma cherie." He said. My darling. You knew what it meant. And you didn't say anything about it. You had gotten more affection from Lafayette's letters in the past few years than your own husband.

You found yourself in Lafayette's parlor and a strong drink in your hands as you sat next to Lafayette on a couch. He had a fire going in a fireplace in front of you. You just stared at the fire wondering how your life and gone up in smoke the same way.

"Ma cherie, I was wondering something?" Lafayette was anxiously fiddling with his drink.

"What?" You asked before taking a sip of your drink.

"Why are you and Hamilton still married? Divorce is an option." He said.

You sighed and glanced at the ring. You took another sip. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Laf. Even assholes I guess."

Lafayette was silent for a moment before he roughly slammed his glass down on the end table beside the couch. Luckily it didn't shatter. But it did pull your gaze to him immediately. "How many second chances does he get?" He asked. "Working rather than being with you for one. And his infidelity should be unforgivable enough. But when it leads to the death of-" A harsh sob stopped his sentence. He took a deep breath. His voice still wavered when he said, "Mon amie, he is out of second chances. Please, put your happiness first. Don't let him hurt you again."

"I don't even know where to start with all of that. And he was a lawyer. He'll have everything and I'll have nothing when this is over." You said.

"I'll help you through it ma cherie. And you won't have nothing. You'll have me. You are welcome to stay with me for as long as you need. You shouldn't have to stay with him." Lafayette said. "I can't stand to see you hurt again. You've been through enough."

—

A divorce that was happening across two countries was long. It boiled down to splitting things. Lafayette told you to ask only for things like clothing, family heirlooms, and anything that was obviously yours. Everything else, he could replace for you. You didn't need the house, you were staying in France indefinitely. You didn't have children to worry about. Not anymore. And Alexander agreed to the terms. Now you were waiting for finalizing papers and your things to get shipped to France.

While you were technically still married, you and Lafayette fell right back into your usual closeness. If not more than before. He used more pet names that just 'mon amie' now. And you liked hearing them so you never stopped them. You would accompany Lafayette to political functions, almost as a date. But you always said friends since you were still married. Though you avoided your tainted married name as much as possible. Lafayette seemed to take every chance to wrap you in a hug and you equally sought out years worth of comfort and affection from him.

One night, Lafayette returned from a dinner you couldn't attend. It happened on occasion. He was past tipsy and entering drunk. It had been a long time since he had gotten this drunk, but you remembered the days well and remembered them fondly. "Ok, let's get you to bed." You said almost as soon as he entered his house.

"I want to stay up with you ma belle." He said.

"Nope. Bed." You ordered, ignoring the drunk compliment.

You helped Lafayette get ready for bed. You were tucking the covers of his bed over him when he grabbed your wrist and looked at you seriously. "I have the best amie ever." He said.

You smiled. "Oh yeah?"

"Oui. Not only that but she is so jolie." Pretty. Was he talking about you? He was talking as if it a person not present. He released your wrist and made himself comfortable in the bed. "We've been friends for a looong time." He drug out the "o" sound. "I write letters to her a lot. But she's usually triste about something." Sad. So he was talking about you. "Her husband is a trou de cul." Your eyes widened. Lafayette rarely cursed in front of you. Said it wasn't proper to do so. But he just called Alexander an asshole. Which wasn't wrong. "I just want her to be happy. I hope I make her happy."

You smiled at that. Deciding to indulge him you said, "Trust me Laf, you make her really happy."

He beamed. "Really?" You nodded. "Do you think she could have loved me?” He asked innocently.

Love? You said the first thing that came into your mind, surprised that it was the truth. "I don't know."

"I hope so. J'aime Y/N." He mumbled before seeming to fall asleep. Apparently the two of you needed to have an important talk.

—

When you heard faint noises from Lafayette's room the next morning, you made two steaming cups of tea. You sat at the table, sipping yours. Lafayette trudged from his room looking very disheveled. He spied the steaming cup and gave you a thankful smile. And the adoration in that smile warmed your heart. He sat down and started drinking it.

"How do you feel?" You asked.

He groaned. "I haven't drank that much since before America's revolution." He said. "I feel terrible."

"You were pretty drunk." You commented.

Lafayette cringed, prepared for the worst. "How bad was I?"

You smiled a little. "You started telling me about your best friend. Me." You told him.

He chuckled. "Well you are my meilleur ami." He said. "What did I say about you? Hopefully nothing bad."

"Not really. You said I was pretty." Lafayette nodded like that was an obvious fact. “You said we were friends for a long time. You write me a lot. And that I'm usually sad about something, which is unfortunately pretty true." Lafayette reached out and grabbed your hand. "You said my husband is an asshole." You told him with a smirk knowing that might be the worst one.

His eyes widened. "Mom amie, je suis désolé." He said quickly.

You squeezed his hand to get him to stop before he started rambling. "Again, that is unfortunately pretty true." Lafayette brushed his thumb over the backs of your knuckles, a soothing motion. "You said that you hope you make me happy. And I reassured you that you do." Lafayette beamed once more at hearing it a second time. "And, Laf..." You paused. He looked at you expectantly. "You asked if I love you." His grip on your hand went slack and fell from your grip as his eyes widened and he slowly leaned back away from you. "Because you said you love me."

"Merde." He grumbled and stood and started to pace. "Je suis désolé, Y/N." He said.

"That's all you have to say?" You asked.

He looked at you a shrugged hopelessly. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know." You mumbled.

He sighed and dropped beside you. "I'm sure you want to move out now."

"And go where?" You asked. "I mean, I'll leave if you want me to but I think I want to stay here."

"You do? Even knowing...that?" He asked.

You grabbed his hand again. "Yes. Especially knowing that. Last night, when you asked me I told you I didn't know. But Lafayette, I think I might love you too."

"Might?" He asked.

You looked down at your hand, where a gold band still sat. "Yeah, things are confusing right now. But the one thing I know, is that you are the most important person in my life and I don't know what I would do without you."

Lafayette leaned over and kissed you. You sighed into it. You clutched his coat and tried pulling him closer. It had been so damn long and you wanted this. The way his hands so gently moved to the back of your head and the small of your back was full of adoration and affection. He was savoring every moment and so were you.

Then you snapped back to reality and pulled away quick. You were still married.

Lafayette was panting and staring at you. You were breathing deeply as well. "What's wrong ma cherie?" He asked and approached you.

"Lafayette, I'm still technically married." You said.

"Oh mademoiselle, it'll will be void soon."

"No." You said. "I'm not going to be as bad as Alexander. He can be as unfaithful as he likes. I will be a loyal wife while I'm married. Well, if you don't count that amazing make out session." You mumbled.

Lafayette smirked. "Amazing?" He asked. He pulled you into a hug, and you allowed it. That was safe.

"Yes, amazing. And I think waiting will make it even better next time." You said.

Lafayette groaned. "I hope so. It better be worth it." Then he kissed the top of your head. A little more dangerous but he used to do that when you were friends. "But you are always worth it.”

—

A few weeks passed. You and Lafayette waited, wanting to cross that line again but refraining from it. Then you got a letter from Alexander. Formalized divorce papers. Inside was a short note from Alexander.

“I’m sorry.”

You scoffed. He was sorry? You doubted he knew the meaning of the word. But you were single now. You slid the ring off your finger and into an envelope. She added a note of your own too.

“So am I.”

You sent the envelope off and let that be the end of your connection to Alexander. In truth, you would never need to see him again. He was in the United States, you were in France. You wanted no connection to him. Once you received your possession, which John Laurens had been kind enough to agree to send you (he agreed Alexander pulled a dick move with the affair), you would be done with Alexander.

How early was it to start dating someone new? Then again, how many people in France actually knew about your life in the Untied States considering you rarely told anyone your married name. You were constantly seen with Lafayette anyway when you were out in town. And, maybe not in an official sense, how long had your marriage with Alexander been over? Living in the same house didn’t mean you were married. The two of you shared a home, a child, and a last name. That was it.

What did you and Lafayette share? A long held affection for each other. Possibly love. A friendship that was impossible to sever, even when he was an ocean away. A desire to protect and care for one another. Even before your marriage with Alexander ended, you had practically started a new one with Lafayette.

When Lafayette got home, as soon as he closed the front door you pushed him against it and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened for a moment before his arms came around you and pulled you even closer. He hummed against your lips. Without breaking from his lips, you pulled his hair free of his ponytail so you could bury your hands in his curls.

You eventually pulled away to gasp in a few breaths. Lafayette let his head thump back against the door, panting heavily as well. “Ma cherie, not that I’m ever going to complain about that but…Monsieur Hamilton?” He asked. You held your left hand and wiggled your fingers. No gold band rested on your ring finger.

“I got the paperwork today. I’m officially single.” You told him.

He scoffed and wrapped arm around your waist to pull you closer. “You aren’t single if I have anything to say about it.”

“Lafayette, are you asking to court me?” You asked and titled your head with feigned confusion.

“You know full well ma cherie, that is exactly what I’m doing.” He said and kissed your forehead. “Y/N, I can’t replace everything you’ve lost.” He said. “But I will do everything I can to make you as happy as possible from here on out.”

You smiled at him. “Lafayette, long before my marriage fell apart I think you were the only thing in my life, besides James, that made me happy. And once I lost him, you were the only thing I had left. So when you offered to let me stay with you, I had to accept. Because I knew you were the only thing that would keep me sane and happy after everything I went through.”

Lafayette ran his fingers slowly through your hair. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I wasn’t lying, when I said je t'aime Y/N.”

“I know Lafayette. I’m not sure if I’m ready to say I love you. I did literally just get divorced. But I do know that you are the most important person to me. I care about you so much and I need you to be in my life.”

“Then that is where I’ll be.”

#hamilton imagine #lafayette #marquis de Lafayette #lafayette x reader #lafayette imagine #marquis de lafayette x reader

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Membrane x Sleep Deprived! Male! Reader (fluff)

Outside POV:

Professor Membrane was the leading force of a scientific renaissance. He had found the barrier preventing humanity to travel beyond the horizon line. And he crushed it. Interstellar travel was now possible for humankind. Membrane was a person that would go down in the history books.

His dear friend, (Y/N), was a first responder—more specifically, an EMT. While it wasn't as important to the world as Membrane was, it was certainly more stressful. Everyday you could get called to respond to a sore throat or a burn victim. After witnessing his first death on job, it definitely took a toll on their psyche.

Watching a complete stranger is one thing. Having to try and stop the blood loss that was caused by some idiot getting impaled, however...

As a result, he often had sleepless nights. Whether it be from rushing to get someone to a hospital or the guilt that came with the failure was anybody's guess.

Membrane new this was bad for (Y/N), but what could he say to him? That enjoying your own life was more important than the loss of multiple? Of course not that sounds insensitive. But Membrane often spoke bluntly and could never find a better way to phrase it. So he kept quiet.

Until one day where (Y/N) called him near midnight. His speech was slightly slurred and Membrane could hear the tired drunkenness in their voice.

"Heyy Professor~" (Y/N) drawled. This was going to be a long night.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I knoww we doon't talk much anymorre, but, uhhh, could you? pick me up toniight?" Membrane sighed before asking for the address.

He hastily got into his car and drove over to get (Y/N). He was so irresponsible. How did he even manage to make it through the day if he can barely stay awake half the time?

It was a desolate drive towards the bar (Y/N) was at. Even his favorite music didn't help distract him from his thoughts. He didn't take (Y/N) for a drinker, but he was wrong about lots of things when it came to people. He dealt with space. Not people.

"-And thassss my ride!" (Y/N) howled to a group of drunks that were with him. A strong red flushed his cheeks. "Bye guyssss! Au revoir!!" They cheered him on as he stumbled into Membrane's car.

"WHA- SHOTGUN!!" He jumped into the seat next to the driver as he uselessly fumbled with the seatbelt. With a tired sigh, Membrane buckled him in. "Thaaank youu, babyyyy!!"

As much as that was cute, he couldn't laugh. (Y/N) was in a drunken stupor. But then again, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. Membrane blushed at the thought. 'No no, that's ridiculous' he thought.

"You're going home." He spike in a stern tone, like a mother scolding her child. (Y/N) deeply frowned, crossed his arms, and puffed out his cheeks, like a little kid. He was probably imagining a ninja running on top of the buildings they passed like one too. He always was childish. Membrane liked that in him. He could somehow have such a bubbly personality despite the threat of death looming over his hands.

'How would he act if he wasn't tired?' Membrane wondered. Every time they had managed to see each other, (Y/N) had his hair pulled back (guys with long-shoulder length hair, y'all are so valid. Y'all get a ponytail/bun if you want lol) with dark circles under his eyes. And every time, he was chugging coffee. Black, apparently. As an EMT, he probably never got any true sleep.

"Heyyy, Professsorrr, we're hooome," a sleepy voice called out. Membrane realized that he drove all the way home without noticing. Muttering useless formalities, he stepped out of the car and carried his friend into the house.

"You knoow... you're face is soo cuute~" Membrane blushed.

"Come on, (Y/N), let's get you to bed." (Y/N) groaned. He didn't want to go to bed yet. He didn't want Membrane to leave before he fulfilled his promise.

~FLAAAAASHBAAACK~

At the bar, (Y/N) was speaking with his usual drinking buddies—the hopeless drunks that would listen to him and entertain his fantasies. Anything was possible to them. Fuck, some of them drunk absinthe.

"Guyss, I got a prroblemm." This peaked their attention. One of them, Stanley, asked what was eating him.

"Soo, I got a crushh on my neighborrr. Annnd I don' know how to tell 'im. " (Y/N) paused, "Like,,, I don't even think he likes be baack, but I GOTTA KNOWW!"

Tom, the most drunk (unsurprisingly), slurred a response. "Jussss' tell him!! What could go wRong???" A goofy smile was plastered on his face.

Richard, the least drunk and the one that was making sure they didn't do anymore things they'd regret, started listing off a bunch of things that can (and will) go wrong.

(Y/N) didn't pay attention. Tom had a pretty good point.

"II GOT THISSS!! IMA TELL 'IM" (Y/N) got out his phone and called Membrane. Everyone at the table went quiet.

After a few dial tones, he responded.

"Heyy Professor~" (Y/N) slurred. Richard's eyes widened while Stanley and Tom were making dick jokes. Of course.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I knoww we doon't talk much anymorre, but, uhhh, could you? pick me up toniight?" He begrudgingly asked for the address and said he would be there soon.

Cheers erupted from the small group. It was a simple task, but it was done nonetheless.

~FLAAAAASHBAAACK~

"Professorrrr!" He called out. Membrane turned towards him as he turned to key to (Y/N)'s apartment.

"What?" He sounded tired. (Y/N)'s smile faltered at his crush's tone.

"Could you... could you stay over?" It was spoken with such clarity that Membrane actually gasped. (Y/N) peered up at him. 'Dammit He was using the puppy-dog-eyes.'

"I-I guess." (Y/N) smiled up at Membrane; it was a purity you wouldn't expect from him. The flustered scientist looked away, but a light pink peaked out from under his collar.

He guided the drunken man to his bed. (Y/N) made grabbing motions towards him. He wanted Membrane to stay with him.

Membrane ignored it and went into the kitchen. A distant whine was heard as he set out some Advil for the next day. He walked back into the room and the tired man beamed.

"Come!" Membrane chuckled, and sat next to (Y/N) on the bed.

"Hey, guess what."

"Hm?"

"I like you." Membrane's face flushed a bright crimson. (Y/N) likes him? No, no, no, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying.

Then Membrane was kissed on the lips. It was short, but filled with passion. (Y/N)'s lips tasted like brandy.

"Good night professorrr~" he sleepily said. He felt arms wrap around him as he slowly lost consciousness.

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(Y/N) woke up with a massive hangover. He groaned in pain as he clutched his head. He looked around and was surprised to find he was in his own bed. And even more surprised to see his crush clinging onto his torso. Membrane stirred in his sleep, cuddling closer. (Y/N) smiled.

Membrane suddenly whispered into his skin, "You said some interesting things last night."

He tried to recall what happened, but everything was hazy. "What happened?"

Membrane sat up and pulled (Y/N) into a tender kiss.

He pulled away from a shocked (Y/N). "I love you too."

#writing #membrane #professor membrane #professor membrane x reader

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