#chubby spy and the new recruit
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Chubby Spy and the New Recruit, part.2
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Simply Gorgeous
Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader
Prompt: Would you be able to write a mycroft/reader where she is very self conscious about how she looks and he shows her just how beautiful she really is! ;)
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: insecurities, smut
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To say that you and Mycroft were an unlikely pairing was an understatement. The most dangerous man in England with a insecure detective. You had met through Sherlock, of course. You were the new recruit for Scotland Yard and since Sherlock likes to include himself with most cases, it was only a matter of time before he met you, “Ah, got yourself a new one, Graham? She certainly seems better than Anderson.” “How many times? It’s Greg.” Sherlock stood in front of you and looked you up and down, “Hm, lives alone, sweet tooth, parents live far away, siblings aren’t that far but you’d prefer not to see them if you have the chance, bit of an introvert, terribly self conscious and hasn’t had a relationship in a few years.” Your mouth opened in awe but no words came out, “How did you do that?”
As time went on, you became highly requested to take a lot of high profile cases, ones with Sherlock but the only reason was because “Your face doesn’t annoy me like Anderson’s does, the irritating twit.” You supposed it was a good a reason as any and at least it kept you out of the office. Due to your increasing involvement with Sherlock, despite how obviously platonic it was, Mycroft took the opportunity to get himself involved.
You had just been finishing work when the car had pulled up and a woman walked out, but you ignored it, it didn’t look particularly interesting to take note of. Then you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around to see the woman on her phone behind you, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? I think it’s best you get in the car, my boss wants to see you.” You looked around the street and saw no one around, but surely anyone attempting to pick up a detective outside their own station didn’t have ill intentions, right? There was also the fact you were unarmed in this situation that forced you to get in the car. You knew it was pointless asking questions so you kept them to yourself.
The car stopped and the woman next to you made a motion with her hand telling you to get out of the car. Rolling your eyes at her, you got out and walked over to where you saw a man standing. It was a bit weird that he had an umbrella since you were inside and it was obvious that he had been here for quite some time. You slowed down once you were stood in front of him. Mycroft motioned to the chair next to you, “Please, take a seat.” “I don’t want to sit down, thank you. Tell me what this is all about, now.” While you were nervous, you weren’t appreciating having your night ruined for someone to try to threaten you, at least, that’s what you assumed was happening.
“You’re here because of your recent involvement with a man known as Sherlock Holmes.” You shrugged, “What’s that got to do with you?” Mycroft cleared his throat, “I am offering you payment in exchange for information on his whereabouts at all times.” You scoffed, “You want me to spy on him? What do you think I am? His girlfriend?” Mycroft looked taken aback, “Aren’t you?” You laughed a little, “No, definitely not. He’s not my type.” You made a point of looking Mycroft up and down before turning around and heading back to the car, leaving a stunned Mycroft behind and he was never stunned.
Since that first meeting, Mycroft had kept a close eye on you and you weren’t oblivious to it, you had become accustomed to your routine to know that something was going wrong. You’d stolen Mycroft’s number off Sherlock’s phone and texted him that you would find it more flattering if he checked up on you himself. The next day you had Mycroft knocking on your door to ask you to dinner. From then on, your relationship slowly progressed with each ‘check up’ and while Sherlock complained about it all the time, he was secretly glad that his brother had found someone.
While you were happy in your relationship with Mycroft, you were still unable to control your insecurities. You would never say anything about them or point them out but they were still there. Tonight was a perfect example. You were supposed to be attending some kind of fancy event with Mycroft but you had spent the last thirty minutes standing in front of the mirror looking at yourself in your dress. Most days, you would’ve thought you looked quite elegant and beautiful but today you just saw all of your flaws. In your mind, the dress made your stomach look bigger, your curves wider, the fabric seemed to stretch far too tight around your thighs and the lack of sleeves showed off your arms. Every angle looked awful to you and you hated it.
Having enough, you took the dress off, and sat on the bed in your underwear, thinking about how you were supposed to tell Mycroft you didn’t want to go with him tonight. You stood up and looked at yourself again in the mirror, you still didn’t like what you saw, so it wasn’t just the dress. You felt your eyes starting to water as you kept looking at yourself and wishing you could change your body at that moment.
It was then that Mycroft entered the room, fully ready in his immaculate suit, perfectly chosen for the occasion. “What have you been doing? I told you to get dressed hours ago.” You quickly turned away from him and wiped your eyes, trying to cover yourself, “I was just..um..” You mentally cursed your voice break, giving away how you were feeling, not that it would’ve taken Mycroft long to figure it out without it anyway. He approached you and gently put his hands on your shoulders, turning you to look at him, “What’s wrong, dear?” You couldn’t look him in the eye so you kept your eyes on his chest, he was so much taller than you.
After using his skills of deduction, he realised what was going on and sighed, “Ah I see. You’ve been lying to yourself again.” You frowned in confusion as you finally made eye contact with him. Mycroft moved to stand behind you as he face you towards the mirror. You felt a little vulnerable with being in just your underwear and Mycroft was fully clothed. He put his hands on your waist and you cringed. He sensed it but remained where he was, “Look at yourself and me what you see.” You closed your eyes, “Please don’t, I don’t want to.” Mycroft sighed and rested his head on top of your own, “Alright darling, I’ll tell you what I see then. I see a woman that is just simply gorgeous, a creature that beholds the meaning of true beauty. A woman whom I love and adore very much. Someone who’s body is so enchanting that I am having a hard time controlling myself right now.”
You let out a shaky breath as you opened your eyes and made eye contact with Mycroft through the mirror. You turned your head to look at him and he in turn looked at you as well, before you tilted your head slightly as an invitation to kiss you. He wasted no time in accepting the invite and kissing you softly and gently, like he usually does, but this time it felt better somehow. You slowly turned around in his hold so that you were facing him, making it easier for the two of you to deepen the kiss. Mycroft panted softly as he pulled away, “Sod the dinner, it's only the prime minister, get on the bed.” You giggled as he pulled away to lock the door and you did as you were told and sat on the edge of the bed.
Mycroft walked back over to you, taking off his suit jacket and laying it over the pouffe at the end of the bed. He stood between your spread legs and you bit your lip as you looked up at him. You placed your hands on his thighs and started to move them upwards when Mycroft took your wrists in his hands and moved them away, “No darling, tonight I have to make you feel as ravishing as you look.” He gently nudged on your shoulders to push you down onto your back on the bed, following you down and resting on his elbows.
You couldn't help grabbing his tie and pulling him closer to you to kiss him again, if there was one thing you knew for definite about Mycroft, it was that he was a damn good kisser. Your hands slowly started to unknot his tie as the kiss continued, throwing the piece of fabric to the side of you. You had started to unbutton his shirt when he pulled back to give you a scolding look and you playfully grinned in return, “Hm, perhaps your wandering hands need to be contained for now, until you’ve learned your lesson.” He picked up his tie and you were sure that your body told him in ten different ways what a great idea that was based on the look in his eyes.
You were only too eager to place your hands above your head for Mycroft to tie them together, looking at him while he did it. Mycroft then gently ran his hands over your arms and down your sides, barely touching your breasts and you arched your back slightly from instinct. Mycroft smirked, he loved how responsive you were to his touch, only his touch. You gasped as he reached underneath you to unclasp your bra, luckily it was a strapless one because of the dress or he would’ve had a hard time taking it off. You closed your eyes as he looked at your body, not wanting to see his face. Mycroft waited until you opened them again before he leaned down to kiss your neck, making a small trail of soft kissed from your throat to your collarbone before his hands cupped your breasts in his hands. “You are so extraordinary, my dear, I consider myself to be the luckiest man in England to be in such an intimate position with you.”
You couldn't help a smile forming on your face from his words, he always knew exactly what to say to you to make you feel better. You didn’t have time to respond before he flicked his fingers gently over your nipples, making you gasp and roll your hips enough to grind against his pelvis. Mycroft kept his eyes on you, he loved the look of pleasure on your face as he touched you, knew exactly where to touch you to make you do anything he wanted, moan, whine, squirm, scream. You were putty in his hands and that’s how both of you wanted it to be.
You bit your lip as Mycroft continued to caress your breasts and you continued to grind against your lover, placing your feet up on the edge of the bed to make it easier for yourself. By now, your panties had grown wet with your arousal and you were becoming desperate for more, “Mycroft, stop teasing please,” He smiled to himself, “Forgive me for getting carried away from the task at hand, my dear. I believe my next move was to..” He trailed off as his hand slid down from your chest, over your stomach and his fingers pushed themselves underneath the waistband of your panties.
On instinct, you spread your legs wider to give him more access to your most intimate area. He moved back up to kiss at your neck while his middle finger teasingly ran between your slit to stop at your clit, making you moan. Mycroft brushed his lips against your ear as he spoke to you, “I can see how hard you’re holding onto that tie, you’re desperate to touch me aren’t you. If I untie you, will you behave?” You nodded, “Yes,” but you both knew that you would do no such thing. Mycroft reached up to untie your hands with his other hand to free you. Just as he did, his finger started to rub your clit in circular motions, making you hold onto Mycroft and moan just a little bit louder. Your hands immediately began to unbutton his shirt again while you kissed him.
Your hands ran over his chest and abdomen as he continued to pleasure you with his hands. He slowly slid two fingers inside you, causing you to moan into the kiss and arch your back once more. You whined as he kept his fingers moving at an unsatisfyingly slow pace, “Faster, please Mycroft.” Hearing you moan his name gave him motivation to thrust his fingers faster, watching you grind your hips to pleasure yourself on his fingers.
Mycroft could see that you were getting more and more impatient and desperate for release as he continued and while he hid it well, he wanted to speed things along as well. He slowly removed his hand from your panties to lean back and pull them off for you. You bit your lip as you rolled over to reach into the bedside drawer to pull out a condom while Mycroft undressed, taking off his shirt, trousers, shoes, socks and underwear. You moved to kneel in the middle of the bed and Mycroft gave you a strange look, “I thought I could be on top tonight?” He slowly lay down and you wasted no time in ripping open the condom and placing it on his erection, taking your time and stroking his cock as you did to tease him in revenge for his earlier actions.
Straddling him, you leaned down to kiss him again as you lined up his cock and rubbed him between your pussy lips to help lube up his shaft before sinking down on it. Mycroft’s breath hitched as you moaned from the long awaited feeling of being filled. You slowly moved to put your hands on Mycroft’s abdomen to balance yourself as you slowly moved your hips to grind on him. He placed his hands on your thighs, edging their way higher up your body to hold onto your waist. You normally would have shied away from his touch, feeling insecure about him touching one of your more curvier areas but he loved that he was able to hold onto you without worrying that he was going to hurt you.
You moved faster as you gained more confidence in yourself. You even had the strength to open your eyes and look down at Mycroft to see him looking back at you. You kept eye contact as you moaned his name, seeing the lustful look in his eyes and you gasped in surprise as you were gripped tightly and felt Mycroft thrusting into you from below. You leaned back to hold onto your ankles as you were bounced on Mycroft’s cock. You still moved your hips, not just letting Mycroft do all the work but it was getting harder to keep up with his pace as you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.
You resisted the urge to tense your thighs as you whimpered, feeling Mycroft hit a more sensitive spot inside you that always brought you closer to the edge. Mycroft could see it on your face that you were close and kept up his pace, ignoring how out of breath the both of you were at the moment. You moaned and reached down to rub at your clit, the small motion enough to make you cry out as you came hard on Mycroft’s cock. Your thighs shook while he was still thrusting inside you and you whined from the pleasure it gave you from how sensitive you were afterwards. Soon, he came after you and he pulled out to take off the condom.
Tired, you rolled off of him and onto your back, catching your breath. You turned onto your side to look at Mycroft and you reached your hand up to cup his cheek, “Thank you, Mycroft, I love you.” “I love you too, my dear, I just wish you loved yourself as much as I love you.” You grinned and kissed him on the cheek, “Round two in the shower?” Mycroft rolled his eyes at you but you only giggled and grabbed his hand to drag him away into the bathroom.
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The Beast in Her Home Chapter 10 - Marichat AU Cop!Mari & Criminal!Chat
Chapter 10
Chat Noir stood still, expression guarded as he mustered the man outside curiously.
With his hands only handcuffed with the flimsy standard issued cuffs, he easily bent his fingers and wiggled his hand out of one, the rest of the chain dangling from his other wrist as he slowly unlocked the French double windows. He was silently thankful Tweedle-dee and Tweedledum had forgotten to lock the other side as he stepped outside.
The air was cool and crisp, the night pitch black, telling him it was well past midnight.
The man was short and well-dressed, fitting clothes that looked just a little too expensive sat on his mildly rounded frame. Chat Noir usually tried refraining from passing judgement onto others, but the man didn’t look the part of a first-class thief to be able to steal such expensive clothes, much less posses the stealth needed to accomplish such a feat.
His gaze narrowed suspiciously, “Who are you?” moving closer, nose moving imperceptibly to discreetly take a whiff of the man, “You’re not one of my own.”
The man fumbled nervously, “W-why of course I am my lord! I’m a new recruit y-you see!” he smiled amicably, bowing respectfully, “Please my lord, we mustn’t waste time, you must get to our lair, I’ll personally finish off-“
Green eyes narrowed further, lips stretching to reveal an angry snarl, “You’re not a kitten.” Chat Noir moved slowly, gracefully despite his injuries, not willing to show any hint of pain or discomfort on his face, circling around the man like a predator did to prey.
He leaned forward, smelling the nervous sweat accumulating at the man’s nape, “You’re a rat.” He ran a hand over the by now trembling man’s neck, fingers tightening slightly in warning, eyeing him critically before he took another look at his wardrobe and the strange scent that messed with him, “No…you’re not a rat. You’re…” He took a deeper sniff of the man’s strange scent.
Mixed with shampoo and sweat was an underlying scent he couldn’t have washed off no matter how often he tried scrubbing it out of his skin.
Ammonia
A hand roughly seized the man by the throat, another harshly applying pressure to the man’s solar plexus, above the stomach but just below his chest.
“-a fox.”
The man recoiled in fright, eyes blown wide and hands pushing against Chat Noir’s shoulders violently, but the criminal planted his foot firmly on the man’s own, slamming his hand with the chain dangling from it on the shorter man’s mouth to muffle his scream of pain.
Chat Noir moved closer, whispering into the panting man’s ear. “Let’s have a little chat, shall we? Did the Rossi-Vanetti’s send you hmm, little fox cub?”
At the man’s silent, trembling form, Chat Noir’s fingers dug deeper into his chubby flesh and the man heaved. “I suggest you cry me a little tune, otherwise I’ll notify the cop sleeping inside. She’s not one to be trifled with, cross her and you’ll have to fear more than just me knocking the breath from your lungs.” The hand curled around the man’s throat tightened and pulled back sharply. “Talk little fox cub, now.”
The criminal waited several beats for the man’s heartbeat to slow down. “Scream and you’ll have more than vomit splashing onto your polished shoes.” The threat was clear and real, Chat Noir’s hand traveling from the panting mouth to the man’s neck, thumb pressing harshly beneath his chin and pushing his head back uncomfortably.
The man was hyperventilating, eyes haphazardly moving from the house to Chat Noir’s toxic green eyes, the black mask surrounding them giving them an odd glow. “M-M-Mistress, M-Mistress sent me! P-Please, I-I-I haa-am a new recruit, I d-don’t know- a-anything! I was sent, sent to, to bring you to her! That-that’s all, please! Please sir!”
Chat Noir didn’t budge, eyebrow raising in question. “Why pretend to be a part of my group? Did the puttana order you to?”
At the mention of his mistress in such a derogatory term, a brief flash of anger flickered across the man’s eyes, but Chat Noir effortlessly curbed it by pressing his fingers sharply on the man’s rapid pulse point. A whimper escaped the man and his body was wracked with shivers. “You’re disposable wares, little cub, your mistress doesn’t much care for your life if she sent you here to me.”
The man huffed, eyes moving rapidly to try and determine what to do next until Chat Noir’s warning glare made him rethink his decision. “S-Sir, please, pp-please sir, I beg of you, I-I don’t, don’t know I swear!”
“I have a purrpostion for you, little fox cub.” At Chat Noir’s sneer, the man cowered into himself, body trembling violently. “I’ll send you back to your mistress, with a little message.”
The man’s eyes flew open in unadulterated terror. “Merda!”
A few unsettling minutes later…
After Chat Noir watched his struggling figure vanish into the empty roads ahead, he turned back around, voice low. “I still got things to do here…” he cleaned his bloody fist against the already red bandage on his torso. “So, don’t interrupt me.”
The night fell quiet again, only the occasional, distant whines from the man and the chirps of birds disturbing it, but the noise died down as soon as Chat Noir closed and locked the windows again.
He’d just settled back into the covers in his original position when the clicking of a lock sounded and Chat Noir quickly pushed his hand through the other handcuff and waited, with baited breath and impossibly still. Listening in for the soft footsteps padding against the floorboards to the living room where he slept.
It was the lady cop.
From what little he could recognize her silhouette, her head turned to his general direction. He didn’t dare move a muscle, he barely breathed, mentally panicking she might have heard the conflict outside.
Her soft voice reached his hyper alarmed ears, it sounded loud in the quietness of the room. “Chat Noir?”
He waited a few beats, not sure if he should respond. “Are you awake? I heard groaning.”
He laid as still as a statue, eyes following her every move as she carefully advanced towards his form, far away enough to grant him space, but close enough that he felt the warmth of her body as she sat down at the edge of the bed. “Are you in pain?”
She’d heard a few muffled groans from her room, she’d nearly bolted out of her bed, before remembering Chat Noir might react very negatively if she intruded upon him like this, in the middle of the night.
She’d only pondered it for a second, not being able to bare listening how he was suffering from the pain.
She was anxiously sitting at the edge of the couch, close to his legs, as close as she dared and allowed herself to be.
Chat Noir finally responded to her questions with a fake sleepy, husky voice. “Nrghh…did I wake you up?”
She shook her head, even if he couldn’t see it. “No, do you need painkillers? I have strong ones in the cupboard.” She was already standing before Chat Noir could even answer, navigating through the dark to try and reach the kitchen.
“Yes…thanks.” She hummed in acknowledgement, mildly aware of how many times the man had thanked her in the time they’d forcibly lived together.
He heard the rustling of boxes, then foil, she’d obviously found the medication and started unpacking it.
He winced when there was light, thankfully very low and he realized she’d adjusted the small lights over the sink to dim, so it didn’t hurt too much on the eyes but bright enough to see her surroundings clearly.
He blinked and watched her walk towards him slowly with something cupped in her hand and a glass of water in the other.
She was dressed in her PJ’s, attire he was seeing for the first time, a pink loose T-Shirt and comfortable white-pinkish boxer shorts that reached a little over her knees, above toned legs.
There obviously were still some police officers who worked out, at least if her figure was anything to go by.
He snorted, and quickly tried covering it with a cough, trying to pass it off as reacting to the pain.
When she settled on the couch again, closer to his torso to hand him the medicine, she arched a brow, suspicion written all over her face. “If you comment on my wardrobe, you’re not getting any medicine.”
He frowned, remembering the embarrassing, atrocious clothes Couffaine had bought him and her not commenting on it. He nodded in understanding, accepting the glass of water and a pill from her hands. “I’m not stupid enough to look a gift horse in its mouth.”
She scoffed, wincing in sympathy when Chat Noir tried sitting up, only to hiss in pain. Marinette leaned over. “Wait, let me help.”
Chat Noir didn’t dare move, he had overestimated himself tonight a bit, despite having shown zero signs of being in pain in front of that spy, the punishment he’d dealt after had been too much for his still fresh wounds. His body was screaming at him for his foolish actions.
Still, having the woman so close to him, so close he scented a hint of something sweet, most likely her hair conditioner, kept him on guard. He could admit to himself, silently, in the privacy of his own thoughts, how the sweet scent was more than welcome after smelling the pungent smell of ammonia on that man earlier.
He still wondered why the Fox had sent one of their cubs after him.
Had word gotten out of his imprisonment that fast? What was happening with his group?
His gaze moved towards the woman again, feeling her hands pressing lightly against the uninjured spots on his back and pushing him upright slowly, carefully.
He hissed through clenched teeth and her hands were off his body in a second. “I’m sorry!”
Chat Noir quickly waved a placating hand, shaking his head. “It’s alright, it wasn’t you.” He sucked in a breath before letting her help him settle into an upright position against the propped-up pillow, her own body coming dangerously close to his own.
The man tried to ignore the soft press of her chest against his own solid one, firmly reciting addresses in his mind he’d robbed in the past to distract himself. He was finally leaning against the propped-up pillows and she moved away from him, his tense body relaxing finally.
Chat Noir grabbing the pill and water and swallowed both.
Marinette observed him quietly, trying to gauge his reaction after he set the glass down on the small coffee table. “I didn’t think the medication would’ve worn off so fast.”
Chat Noir wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand, the chain rustling from the movement. “You didn’t have to.” He shifted, gritting his teeth at the pulling sensations, disturbing the carefully bandaged wounds which began to sting. Did he…have stitches?
He pressed his fingers carefully against his bandages, feeling small raised ridges beneath his chest, “What’s this?”
The lady cop moved closer, gaze seeking permission to inspect him closely. Chat Noir nodded his consent and her fingers pressed ever so gently against the tough bandage. “The doctor had to stich some wounds closed from…your scuffle in the cell.” The criminal nodded in understanding and the silence settled over them once again.
The woman stared at her hands before speaking quietly, so quiet Chat Noir strained to hear, “I…I’m sorry for earlier, I…wasn’t thinking. Running low on sleep.”
He swallowed thickly, eyes downcast as the…moment from before replayed in his mind again, like a movie, the warmth from where her hand had touched him was still there, a phantom sensation.
He shifted. “It’s me who should apologize.” Marinette lifted her head bravely to meet his gaze and he cleared his throat. “Couffaine could’ve suspended or fired you, you could’ve lost your job when you defended me.”
“I didn’t mean-“
“I know what you meant.” Green met blue and it seemed like none of them blinked since their eyes locked, the silence between them mutually shared.
The criminal rubbed his neck, messy blonde hair falling partly into his eyes. “You’re an odd one, you know.” He finished the sentence he hadn’t earlier in the evening.
At Marinette’s confused, mildly offended look, Chat Noir elaborated. “For feeling compassion for a criminal like me, I mean. I’m the big bad guy you finally caught, for the first time, if you should feel anything toward me, it’s pride for capturing me.”
The look in his eyes told her he fully believed in his own words and Marinette’s hand curled into a fist, wringing the material of the blanket in her death grip. “You’re not a prize to be proud of, Chat Noir. You’re human beneath your mask and the criminal records.”
He scoffed, turning his head away. “Oh really? Then why do I feel anything but-“ a finger to his nose made him abruptly stop and he blinked quizzically at the cop, who pulled back her hand and shook her head.
“You’re an odd one too. From the bunch of criminals I’ve met in my life so far, none of them called me a lady before.” There was a hint of a little, amused tone in her voice and Chat Noir bristled.
Wait…
“He didn’t-“ before the words even left his lips fully, Chat Noir knew the truth.
He did.
Marinette nodded, “Don’t blame Nino, he was so shocked, it’s not every day a high-class criminal compliment an officer like me.”
Chat Noir snorted, “I didn’t compliment you, you are a woman, aren’t you?” his eyes unwittingly traveled down her torso, quickly moving away to stare at the boring wall instead.
“Lady’ is far more polite than ‘ cop’ or ‘woman’, don’t you think?” she practically spat out the words, trying to mimic the way he’d told them before. Chat Noir huffed, not believing he was being interrogated like this.
“Shouldn’t you catch up on your beauty sleep? Cops should be alert at all times, shouldn’t they?” he rose an eyebrow, lips slowly forming into a smirk.
Her own smile never wavered, standing up to put the glass to the sink. “I’m not the one requiring beauty sleep, besides with us both injured as we are, I highly doubt you’d try anything.” Her fierce expression mildly softened, it still had the hardened edge like a passing warning addressed specifically to him, but not enough to intimidate. “Especially after I saved your ass.”
More casual words only left her lips in company of Alya, due to the reporter’s own occasional potty mouth, but Marinette was feeling a bit more carefree that night, she blamed it on the lack of sleep.
Chat Noir chuckled, a deep husky sound. “My ass never asked to be saved, princess.”
“And yet it whined in that cell.” Marinette stopped, suddenly feeling embarrassed at herself. Was she…bantering with him? She shook her head.
“Hm…don’t forget, I saved you too.” A secretive smile settled on his lips and Marinette rose an eyebrow in question.
“What?”
“Nothing.” shaking his head, the criminal slowly settled back into the covers, remembering the words of the man from outside.
“…I’ll personally finish off that cop!”
It didn’t take a genius to guess what the pathetic man would’ve said, perhaps it was intuition among criminals, but Chat Noir felt unnerved.
His enemies knew he had been imprisoned, they knew where he was, they even knew about the cop.
How did that information leak outside so quickly? Who could’ve notified his enemies? Did his group know?
No, one of his kittens would’ve already tried contacting him had that been the case. It didn’t make sense that the enemy knew before his own allies.
Only the police know the truth so how-
Unless…
“Chat Noir?” again, his thoughts came to a halt, head whipping up to look at the lady cop.
“Yes?”
She shifted her weight, despite the darkness, he could still recognize her silhouette. “I’m sorry.”
Chat Noir blinked, thoroughly stumped by the sudden apology. He couldn’t place the cause. “What?”
“I’m sorry.” She repeated.
“For… what?” he echoed his confusion again, sure he misheard. Was he making sense? Was she making sense?
She shifted again and took a breath. “Had I known you…didn’t like being enclosed in small spaces, I would’ve seen to it that you got a bigger cell of your own.” To someone else, the words may have sounded strange, but given their relations as criminal and cop, it fit the frame.
“You… know?” then again, the doctor must’ve deduced it, based on camera footage he assumed, his attack must’ve been evident even through a lens.
“While the offer is very generous princess, I don’t believe you should be so considerate. I don’t extend the same courtesy, you must know.” He tried sounding nonchalant, but he underestimated the woman’s perceptiveness.
“You may pretend not to care and you think you may hide it well…” A pause. “Why did you call that prisoner ‘kitten’ after he thanked you?” Chat Noir didn’t need to see to guess the suspicious expression on the cop’s face.
He huffed, “It’s a pet name.”
“I doubt that.” Her voice was surprisingly firm, as if she didn’t believe him one bit.
“An insult really.”
“You’re lying.”
Chat Noir clicked his tongue. “Oh really? What did you think it was for a man I’ve never met in my life?” he smirked, waiting patiently for her answer.
She didn’t disappoint. “A term od endearment. A code.” She paused again, as if pondering seriously. “A rank.”
Chat Noir froze, but covered his surprise with a loud laugh, the chains rattling from his hand moving up to run a hand down his face in disbelief. “You seriously think ‘kitten’ is a rank? What comes next, big cat? Wild cat? Tiger? Honestly, expected a bit more from someone of your caliber, lieutenant.”
Marinette didn’t let herself be undeterred, sitting down on the edge of the couch, Chat Noir jumping slightly when her hip touched his foot accidentally. “It makes sense, your image resembles a cat. I even heard a joke or two you made about cats. Wouldn’t it make sense if the top cat of a group called their minions ‘kittens’?”
A burst of something white hot, constricting and powerful spread through his chest and Chat Noir’s amused expression melted away to imperceptible traces of anger. “Minions, you say? For your information lieutenant, there are more idiotic groups out there calling each-other minions, make no mistake in assuming my organization does the same.”
Marinette rose a brow at the oddly defensive, almost annoyed tone in the criminal’s voice, the moment she uttered the word ‘minions’ and his group in the same sentence.
“So, you’re trying to tell me you’re the lion mother of your pride and you have your…” she tried refraining from giggling out loud, but a few snickers escaped, “-cubs?”
A peeved sigh left the criminal’s lips and he slowly rolled onto his side, hissing at the sharp pain from his wounds and throwing himself back onto his back again, crossing his arms over his head, “Not a lion mother and certainly no cubs.”
He rolled his eyes when he heard a few barely suppressed snickers. “Just you laugh lieutenant, I could say the same about your lap dog Couffaine.”
Marinette abruptly stopped, not expecting such a jab at her, much less her superior and friend. “Don’t call him that, he’s not my lap dog, he’s my superior and friend.”
Chat Noir, unimpressed, barked. “Woof.”
“I understand why nobody came to save you.” Marinette smiled wryly at the snort coming from the man.
“You’re lucky they hadn’t yet, my kittens are smart, unlike some dogs.” He huffed, arms crossed. “They wouldn’t come where there are too many guard dogs on the watch, but you know that as well of course.”
Marinette rose an eyebrow, trying to curb down the feeling that he was hiding more from her. Of course he was hiding valuable information, maybe she should strengthen security more.
“What’s the history between you two?” Marinette was burning up with curiosity, if Luka wouldn’t tell her fully, perhaps Chat Noir would, while injured, sleep deprived and on painkillers.
The criminal chuckled, pulling the covers up to his bandaged stomach. “Shouldn’t you head to bed soon lieutenant? It’s quite late.” Chat Noir spied the clock on the wall of the kitchen, just barely making out the two pointers, showing past 2:00am.
Marinette lingered on the edge of the couch but stood up, head turned toward him. “What are you hiding cat?”
Another chuckle. “If I tell you that, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, now would it?”
“Touché.” was her answer and the criminal laughed.
“Good night, lieutenant.”
Her voice seemed farther away than before, probably somewhere in her bedroom. “Good night, criminal cat.”
“Good night, justice lady.”
This time, he heard a quiet giggle and a smirk curled his lips.
He heard the door close and the lock set in place, carefully readjusting himself Chat Noir closed his eyes.
Sleep didn’t claim him for hours to come, ears listening keenly to his surroundings, senses on alert for any other wandering foxes strolling about.
Foxes were normally scared of dogs, but Chat Noir learned they were much more terrified of cats.
Especially big ones.
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Only the sounds of the occasional laughter from the playing children gave them a much needed reprieve of the suffocating silence.
Silence that had permeated their den like a veil of miasma since their leader’s disappearance.
“It’s been weeks.” A tiny rock was flung against the opposite side of the wall, bouncing off it harmlessly.
“He’s known to scout the area for any parasites, you should know that.”
The female voice from before growled and continued her restless pacing. “I know that.” The small black paw symbol on her shoulder moved as she stretched, hissing at the pain in her back. “But he’s never been out this late. He always returned after a week, maybe two if he encounters trouble. He’s been gone for over three weeks, Roger.”
The blonde-haired woman twirled her umbrella, leaning it against the wall to cross her arms. “We should go look for him!”
“You think he got captured?” a much younger member, barely the age of fifteen, asked quietly, foot digging into the floor uneasily.
An older man snorted in disbelief. “Don’t be silly. Chat Noir getting captured? It’d take fifty of those blue pissers to hold him down and another fifty to restrain him completely.”
“A hundred people? Aren’t you overexaggerating, Roy?” Aurore leaned her hand against her umbrella, fixing her friend with a skeptical look.
“Tch, if he’s serious, it would take a lot of men to take him down, weather girl.” The woman rolled her eyes at Roy.
“Maybe he left us for a lady cat?” Roger proposed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Aurore hummed. “…Erm…well…he’s known to be a bit of a lady killer.”
Roy shook his head, “Yeah, but he wouldn’t leave us for some woman.”
“M-Maybe uncle Chat’s waiting for us to get him…” the younger member meekly added, flinching at the older man’s booming voice.
Roy shot to his feet energetically, brows drawing into a glare. “Bullshit! As if a living legend like him would get captured! Listen boy, in all my years of loyal servitude to him, he’s not been caught once. Why would he be caught now!?”
For his age, the boy’s voice was fierce despite the tears filling his eyes. “Because we weren’t there to back him up! We got ambushed suddenly and he was alone in enemy territory! We weren’t there to back him up!” Aurore placed a calming hand on the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into her side while fixing a death glare up at Roy, who only scoffed and crossed his arms.
A younger man sitting next to Roger rose up, attracting the gazes of everyone. “It’s a possibility we can’t ignore, right? We can’t rule that out.” Renier, a longtime friend of Chat Noir and right-hand man in everything tactical and technological spoke up calmly, hands shoved in his pockets. “He would’ve contacted us already had it been anything else. Other scum started gravitating towards our den more because they hadn’t seen Chat Noir here in a while.”
He took a small rectangular device out of his pocket, a green blinking dot flicking on the radar. “Me and a few others will have a search party. Aurore, you and the thieves disperse and sniff out our latest targets. Send out snipers to guard the entrances and leave Zero with the kids.”
Aurore placed a hand upon Renier’s shoulder. “Hold on, you want to leave the explosive maniac with the kids? He hates anything shorter than him and louder than a bulldozer, he’ll go ballistic!” the umbrella in her hand was tapping against the ground impatiently.
Renier smiled, running a comforting hand through the sniffling boy’s hair and walking out of the room. “Exactly. He’ll be more alert because he has babysitting duty, but also more pissed off if anyone crosses his path. That way, the kids are even safer than if any of us stayed behind.”
The former weather woman grimaced, silently agreeing with the older male before she walked the other way to gather the rest of the cats.
“That’s right. Let’s get our leader back.” Aurore’s gait was filled with purpose, the umbrella twirling with more power.
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The vibrations from her phone chased away any lingering sleep she had, a hand blindly reaching for her phone, only for it to fall to the carpet.
Cursing silently beneath her breath, Marinette cracked her eyes open and grabbed her buzzing phone, answering. “Lieut. Dupain-Cheng.”
The voice on the other line shook her out of any sleepiness she had. “Colonel Couffaine here.”
Marinette shot up to a sitting position like a bullet, back straight and eyes wide. “Y-Yes, sir!?”
An amused chuckle filled her ears and Marinette briefly stared at the device before pressing it against her ear again. “Um…hello?”
Luka responded once again, sounding highly amused. “Good morning little melody. Sorry for waking you, I assume you didn’t have much sleep? You sounded like you were expecting me to order you to do push-ups.” Marinette’s groan made Luka laugh again.
She fell back onto her pillows, rubbing her eyes. “Sorry. Sleep didn’t coffee any drink.”
“You barely slept and didn’t have your coffee, yet?” this man’s smooth voice in the morning would be the death of her, Marinette swore. “Want to get coffee together?”
A small smile lit up Marinette’s tired features, but the hand slapping the side of her face broke it like a spell. “Sorry Luka, I have to change Chat Noir’s bandages and go grocery shopping and everything. I think it’s…uhm…” she tried wracking her brain for the date and day, but came up empty handed.
Thankfully, Luka read her like an open book. “It’s Saturday, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”
The dark-haired woman giggled, wedging her phone between her shoulder and cheek and putting on a bra. “Right, thank you Mr. Couffaine, noted.” She paused, trying to remember if she had anything she had to report. “By the way, did the doctor tell you anything else about Chat Noir’s condition? Should I do anything else other than change bandages?”
There was rustling on the other line before her superior and friend spoke up again. “Change bandages two times a day and check for any bleeding on the wounds. Apply a cooling ointment on the open wounds and a disinfectant powder on the closed ones.” He recited the instructions he’d received from the doctor himself.
“Alright, I’ll write that down for later. Thanks Luka.” Marinette slowly grabbed her phone again and looked at the screen, finger hovering over the ‘Call End’ button.
“Wait!” the phone was pressed to her ear in seconds, eyes flying open.
“W-What?”
The former marine’s voice sounded a bit hesitant, a rare occurrence. “There’s this…small concert Kitty Section will throw in about a week…wanna watch? First row seat?”
A blush colored the officer’s cheeks and Marinette couldn’t fight off the stupid goofy grin she’d had since her teenage years. “S-Sure, I’d love to!”
“Great! I’ll get you tickets and pick you up before it starts.”
There was only one problem. “W-Wait, what about Chat Noir?”
“…I recall Kim skipped out on a few shifts due to his illegal races against Alix with duty cars…” Marinette giggled, hearing Luka chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something.”
“Alright, if you say so. I’ll see you on Monday for breakfast. Greet Juleka from me!” after getting an affirmative response, Marinette hung up and stretched with a yawn.
A flash of pain made her cave in on herself, body shivering from the unexpected pain.
Her ribs.
She completely forgot.
Wincing, she slowly lifted her shirt upwards, biting her lip at the ugly sight.
Her midsection looked like Nathaniel’s canvas after using dark blue and green colors, with a splash of red.
Chat Noir sure did a good number on her.
Gingerly getting up, Marinette slowly walked towards the ironing board in the corner of her bedroom, the elastic band hanging off it the doctor gave her.
She dreaded putting on the compression bandage after her night of freedom, but orders were orders.
Taking a deep breath, Marinette held one side to the center of her stomach while she wrapped the other one around her mid-section, connecting the two ends by four hooks.
She winced, adjusting it again before she moved to get dressed in comfortable pants and a simple shirt.
She had expected to have a foreboding feeling when she unlocked the bedroom door, or heard Chat Noir moving about, but she had none of them.
Silence.
Peaceful silence, not the kind before a predator pounced on prey.
Marinette quickly rushed into the bathroom, almost done getting ready for the morning.
It took only minutes and she was out again, hair in messy pigtails and face still tingling from the cold splash of water.
The sight that greeted her in the living room had her frozen at the doorway.
It was Chat Noir.
Asleep.
Rubbing her eyes in disbelief, the policewoman blinked again.
Was this a dream?
Why was he still sleeping?
It was…
A glance at the clock told her it was 7:15am. Not too early, but definitely later than she usually awoke. No wonder Luka had called her, he’d expected her to be asleep.
She fondly remembered her teenage years of always sleeping in, now as an adult, she’d be off to work earlier than she needed to.
Her attention focused back on the silently sleeping criminal, sheets strewn about, face half pressed into the pillow, blonde hair a messy bird’s nest. How the mask managed to stay planted on his face, she would never know.
She couldn’t recall seeing the man asleep, he had always been awake earlier than her, even if it was at six in the morning. It was odd. Maybe he had a weird inner clock like she had since her twenties.
Perhaps he’d learned those skills as part of being a criminal and living on the streets.
She took the rare opportunity to look at him a bit longer, since he was usually alert and could notice her gaze.
Marinette had seen from a few occasion’s how well-built he was, all the running from authorities and lifting heavy stolen goods must’ve done him good. He wasn’t too bad looking if one overlooked the black mask and the death glare.
A very miniscule part of her wished he still had the cat ears, they made him look a bit better, if only a bit.
He had surprisingly white teeth for a criminal, she’d seen all sorts of poor hygiene, black teeth, yellow-ish, even gold ones.
His hair was always messy, maybe purposefully unkept.
And he had red-
Red bandages.
Bloodied bandages.
Marinette’s heart turned to stone and her feet were quicker than her brain in the early morning hours.
Normally, she’d politely ask and gently wake him up.
Now, she leapt.
And pounced upon the sleeping male like a mountain lion on a slumbering rabbit.
The reaction was similar.
If Marinette had known what would’ve happened, she would have definitely reconsidered her approach.
A startled yell reached her ears, followed by strong arms attempting to pry her off.
What followed was a frantic mess of limbs and sounds, alternating between shouts and startled yelps.
Even in the midst of all the commotion, Marinette could tell none of his movements were wasted. They were practiced. As if he regularly warded off people off himself.
Her hand reached his stomach amidst the mayhem and the accidental pressure on his wounds caused Chat Noir’s actions to increase tenfold in intensity and speed, trying to push the threat away from his sleep riddled body.
Chat Noir slammed a knee against her hip, thankfully weak in their scuffle, and Marinette tried to reach his upper arms to hold him down. His hand slipped somewhere underneath her outstretched one to stop her.
Her thoughts and the chaos of tangled limbs came to a halt when she felt a hand press against the side of her breast and her instincts kicked in.
“Pervert!”
She slapped him.
Hard.
Chat Noir’s cheek stung and his head whipped to the side, his own hands still holding onto the woman by her waist and shoulder.
When he turned his head towards her, his green gaze was livid. “What…What the hissing fuck was that?!” they were both panting, him from the shock of his rude awakening, her from the adrenaline and the surprise of his accidental inappropriate touch.
“W-What were you thinking touching me like that?!” her arms were protectively crossed over her chest, cheeks a rosy pink.
“And what were you thinking jumping me like that?! I was sleeping! If this is your standard interrogation technique then you can-” the enraged criminal tried moving away until he froze, eyes widening in alarm.
His body convulsed, the tremors spreading through the entirety of his body until Chat Noir clutched at his stomach and fell back onto the bed.
A pained cry escaped his lips and Marinette’s previous embarrassment was immediately forgotten when she spotted the bandages darkening with more blood.
She never thought the doctor’s number she had on speed dial would ever be put to use.
It definitely would be now.
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A few minutes later…
Marinette was pacing back and forth behind the closed door to her living room, anxiously biting her fingernails.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited.
What was that doctor doing so long?!
Minutes passed after her internal panic subsided and the doctor finally called her back in after half an hour of treating the man inside.
She couldn’t remember the last time when she opened a door so fast.
Chat Noir was laying flat on his back, torso covered in gauze, face set in a disapproving grimace.
Marinette winced, hoping silently that it wasn’t as horrible as it first looked.
The doctor rubbed his forehead, a heavy sigh escaping him when he removed the mask. “The worst is over, I’ve managed to close his wounds and clean them properly. Lieutenant, could you tell me how his stitches have opened?”
Marinette stiffened like a statue, the scenes replaying in her mind like a broken record. Lawsuits of domestic violence, abuse of power, physical abuse against a defenseless man swam through her mind at a rapid pace.
How would she explain her intense worry had spurred her to irrational thinking and led to her jumping the poor man and accidentally injuring hi-
“I fell off the bed.”
The policewoman broke out of her thoughts, wide eyes staring at the criminal.
The doctor turned towards him and Chat Noir met his gaze fearlessly, repeating himself. “You fell off the bed?”
She’d never seen a man look so miserable in her life. “I tossed and turned in my sleep and fell off this damn couch. If you didn’t notice doctor, this thing’s not exactly made for my size.”
Marinette wasn’t a twig, but she wasn’t as broadly built as a man, the couch fit her quite fine and Alya when the woman came over for snacks and a movie. Chat Noir’s feet were just on the edge, not dangling off but the width was more of a problem. It was a bit slim for his frame.
The aged doctor rubbed his chin thoughtfully, shifting his attention back to the officer. “Do you have any other more suitable sleeping accommodations?”
The word left her mouth before she could even think of the repercussions. “My bed.”
Chat Noir’s head snapped towards her like a bullet, green eyes so wide she feared they would pop out of his head.
The man in the white coat nodded, as if agreeing with her suggestion. “Well, until his stitches come out, I suggest keeping him rested on a bigger sleeping surface to prevent such…” he gave a sidelong glance at the criminal, who huffed. “…accidents from repeating. You have my number lieutenant, call should you need anything. I assume you’ve written down my instructions for his bandages and medications?” he arched a grey eyebrow.
Marinette nodded quickly, too stunned to speak.
The doctor sighed. “Very well, I’ll take my leave. Take care lieutenant, Chat Noir.” He nodded at the criminal, who returned his respectful head nod.
“Thank you, doctor.”
Both adults were dead silent until the doctor completely left the apartment. Silence settled over them like a heavy veil and Chat Noir’s gaze was set on the still surprised cop in the room.
“So…your bed, huh?” the question served its purpose.
It ripped her violently from her thoughts.
“W-Wh- y-you-! You pervert! You touched me inappropriately!” Marinette crossed her arms defensively, common sense having lost since abandoned ship.
Chat Noir’s brows shot to his hairline. “Excuse me?! Just who jumped whom violently while the other was sleeping and assaulted them so badly to open up their wounds?!” Chat Noir was oddly laying still, gesticulating with his arms would’ve hurt too much with the freshly applied bandages.
“I-I apologize! You-I saw you bleeding through your bandages and I-I wasn’t thinking, it was early and I just woke up and-!” Marinette ran a hand through her hair, feeling the fine sheen of sweat gathering at her scalp from all the morning stress. “I didn’t mean for your injuries to open I swear, I was concerned because I saw the blood and you were sleeping so I thought you might’ve lost consciousness!”
The criminal sighed, shaking his head. “Tch, you’re lucky I’m not an asshole otherwise I’d have filed a complaint, cop.”
Marinette huffed, resting her hands on her hips. “From the injuries you have given me it’s you who should be lucky that I didn’t throw you in the cell on that island, cat.”
Chat Noir snorted, eyes refusing to look at her directly. “Look, it’s not like I did it on purpose. I was aiming to get you off my sore ribs.”
Marinette knew Chat Noir hadn’t meant to touch her like that during their scuffle, she knew from experience while training, accidents could occur, especially since she ripped him out of his sleep suddenly.
Gathering all her patience, the woman stepped forward but remained a safe distance away. “Let’s forget this. I wanted to change your bandages but since the doctor already did… Let’s have breakfast, we need to head out.”
Chat Noir warily watched the hand extended at him, as if it would bite him. “We?”
“I have to take you with me. It’s Saturday, my colleagues don’t have time to watch you so you’ll have to accompany me grocery shopping.” It wasn’t entirely wrong either. Ivan had plans with his family and Kim was off on a swimming competition with his rival Ondine and the rest wasn’t available.
Luka came to mind, but she didn’t need any more drama than she already had gotten this morning. She wasn’t sure how Chat Noir would react being so close to him, alone at that, not with the way they last saw each-other.
Marinette also started to worry how Luka himself would react in Chat Noir’s presence, if his last outburst was anything to go by. They still hadn’t talked about that, Marinette had to approach him some time before or after work hours. Maybe she should’ve accepted that breakfast offer.
A look at Chat Noir immediately shut that thought down. Even injured and restrained, he was a threat.
And still a suspect.
Someone to be looked after.
Marinette waited patiently, waiting for Chat Noir to grab her hand so she could help him stand up.
The criminal’s gaze flickered from her hand to her eyes, distrust so painstakingly obvious that Marinette almost cringed. It was her fault, his distrust wasn’t surprising.
He sighed but didn’t take her hand, instead Chat Noir leaned back only to use the momentum and swing forward with his body, feet moving aside to land on the floor and stand upright, a head taller than her.
“See? I don’t need your-ugh!” his body suddenly fell forward, shoulders shaking and leg just barely catching his own weight as it almost gave out.
“Chat Noir!” Marinette’s hands immediately latched onto his shoulders to hold him upright, head leaned onto her shoulder and Marinette stayed perfectly still, eyes wide at their sudden close proximity.
Chat Noir seemed to think the same, if the sudden muscles turning to iron beneath her hands was any indicator. He leaned away from her, voice strained from pain. “I’m fine, lady cop.”
“No, you aren’t. Just…just stay still.” Taking a deep breath and mentally bracing herself, Marinette slipped through Chat Noir’s arm.
She could feel how he tensed even further and sighed. “Listen, this isn’t any easier on me so just…bear with me until we reach the table.”
His warm breath hit her neck when he breathed out a strained: “Fine.”
Marinette had no idea where it came from, but a sudden violent shiver raced down her spine and she almost fell back when Chat Noir’s weight settled against her side. “Too heavy for you, lieutenant?”
The side eye he got made him chuckle, but a light jab to his side shut him up very quickly. “Very funny, criminal. Now be quiet and lean on me.”
Another long-suffering sigh, before he leaned some of his weight against her, his larger frame somewhat dwarfing her side. Why did his shoulders have to be so broad? Or his chest? How could running away from authorities do that?
Focusing on the task at hand, Marinette slowly helped the man walk to the kitchen table, the table which was usually so close now seemed so far away.
The places where their bodies touched seemed so unbearably hot, despite the moderate temperatures outside. Marinette tried reciting information about him to distract herself, distract herself from their scuffle before, from their too inappropriate closeness now.
‘He is injured, protocol doesn’t apply here. He’s injured, he’s-‘
Marinette’s eyes flew open when Chat Noir turned slightly, stomach pressing against her arm holding him up.
If she hadn’t gone through rigorous training, if she hadn’t dated before, if she hadn’t had the little sleep she did and was still like her teenage self, Marinette would’ve been a blushing mess at the firm press of hard muscle against her hand.
Thankfully, they continued their snail’s pace without interruption, Marinette putting a deadbolt lock on the fleeting, purely physical reaction she’d had.
She was a professional.
After excruciatingly slow seconds, they finally reached the kitchen table and Marinette carefully helped Chat Noir settle into the chair, a relieved sigh escaping them both when he was safely sat on the stool.
“Next time, I’ll file a complaint on domestic abuse.”
“Next time, I’ll file a complaint on sexual harassment.”
Green eyes swirled to her back while Marinette made coffee. “You can’t do that! It was an accident!”
A smirk curled her lips. “The exact same words I’ll use to defend myself, because it was an accident.”
Chat Noir mirrored her smirk, trying to cross his arms but hissing at the pain it caused. “Oh, so me accidentally touching you in self-defense was sexual harassment, but your full-body slam on my own body on top of a bed was…accidental? My, my purrincess.” Something akin to mirth reflected in his green eyes and Marinette tried to curb the feeling of annoyance bubbling in her stomach.
“I told you not to call me that, criminal.” She set his steaming mug of coffee in front of him, fixing herself one too.
Absentmindedly rubbing the spot Chat Noir’s hand had accidentally touched, she grumbled to herself silently, trying to burn the feel of his hand there away from her mind.
His voice, now much closer and an octave deeper, whispered softly to her ear. “Only if you stop calling me ‘criminal’, little lady.”
She turned around and Marinette had to brace her hands against her kitchen counter when Chat Noir’s intense green eyes stared right into her own, face so close she could feel his breath fan her cheeks and the miniscule details of his mask.
In a moment of absentmindedness, Marinette’s hand slowly rose to touch Chat Noir’s cheek, fingers pressed against the edges of his dark mask.
His eyes portrayed his shock at her unexpected touch and Marinette’s brain tried to analyze the strange high-quality material she was touching when a voice called her name softly from somewhere behind them.
“Marinette?”
Thanks for reading everyone! What did you think so far?
Translation:
Puttana – bitch (in Italian)
Merda – Shit! (in Italian)
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‘Enemy’ or ‘mother’? Chinese party members occupy homes
By Dake Kang and Yanan Wang, AP, Nov. 30, 2018
ISTANBUL (AP)--The two women in the photograph were smiling, but Halmurat Idris knew something was terribly wrong.
One was his 39-year-old sister; standing at her side was an elderly woman Idris did not know. Their grins were tight-lipped, mirthless. Her sister had posted the picture on a social media account along with a caption punctuated by a smiley-face.
“Look, I have a Han Chinese mother now!” his sister wrote.
Idris knew instantly: The old woman was a spy, sent by the Chinese government to infiltrate his family.
There are many like her. According to the ruling Communist Party’s official newspaper, as of the end of September, 1.1 million local government workers have been deployed to ethnic minorities’ living rooms, dining areas and Muslim prayer spaces, not to mention at weddings, funerals and other occasions once considered intimate and private.
All this is taking place in China’s far west region of Xinjiang, home to the predominantly Muslim, Turkic-speaking Uighurs, who have long reported discrimination at the hands of the country’s majority Han Chinese.
While government notices about the “Pair Up and Become Family” program portray it as an affectionate cultural exchange, Uighurs living in exile in Turkey said their loved ones saw the campaign as a chilling intrusion into the only place that they once felt safe.
They believe the program is aimed at coercing Uighurs into living secular lives like the Han majority. Anything diverging from the party’s prescribed lifestyle can be viewed by authorities as a sign of potential extremism--from suddenly giving up smoking or alcohol, to having an “abnormal” beard or an overly religious name.
Under Chinese President Xi Jinping, the Uighur homeland has been blanketed with stifling surveillance, from armed checkpoints on street corners to facial-recognition-equipped CCTV cameras steadily surveying passers-by. Now, Uighurs say, they must live under the watchful eye of the ruling Communist Party even inside their own homes.
“The government is trying to destroy that last protected space in which Uighurs have been able to maintain their identity,” said Joanne Smith Finley, an ethnographer at England’s Newcastle University.
The Associated Press spoke to five Uighurs living in Istanbul who shared the experiences of their family members in Xinjiang who have had to host Han Chinese civil servants. These accounts are based on prior communications with their family members, the majority of whom have since cut off contact because Uighurs can be punished for speaking to people abroad.
The Uighurs abroad said their loved ones were constantly on edge in their own homes, knowing that any misstep--a misplaced Quran, a carelessly spoken word--could lead to detention or worse. In the presence of these faux relatives, their family members could not pray or wear religious garbs, and the cadres were privy to their every move.
The thought of it--and the sight of his sister, the old woman and their false smiles--made Idris queasy.
“I wanted to throw up,” said the 49-year-old petroleum engineer, shaking his head in disgust.
“The moment I saw the old woman, I thought, ‘Ugh, this person is our enemy.’ If your enemy became your mother, think about it--how would you feel?”
Tensions between Muslim minorities and Han Chinese have bubbled over in recent years, resulting in violent attacks pegged to Uighur separatists and a fierce government crackdown on broadly defined “extremism” that has placed as many as 1 million Muslims in internment camps, according to estimates by experts and a human rights group.
Uighurs say the omnipresent threat of being sent to one of these centers, which are described as political indoctrination camps by former detainees, looms large in their relatives’ minds when they are forced to welcome party members into their homes.
Last December, Xinjiang authorities organized a “Becoming Family Week” which placed more than 1 million cadres in minority households. Government reports on the program gushed about the warm “family reunions,” as public servants and Uighurs shared meals and even beds.
Another notice showed photos of visitors helping Uighur children with their homework and cooking meals for their “families.” The caption beneath a photo of three women lying in bed, clad in pajamas, said the cadre was “sleeping with her relatives in their cozy room.”
A different photo showed two women “studying the 19th Party Congress and walking together into the new era”--a nod to when Xi’s name was enshrined in the party constitution alongside the likes of Deng Xiaoping and Mao Zedong.
Becoming Family Week turned out to be a test run for a standardized homestay program. The Xinjiang United Front Work Department said in February that government workers should live with their assigned families every two months, for five days at a time.
The United Front, a Communist Party agency, indicates in the notice that the program is mandatory for cadres. Likewise, Idris and other interviewees said their families understood that they would be deemed extremists if they refused to take part.
Cadres, who are generally civilians working in the public sector, are directed to attend important family events such as the naming of newborns, circumcisions, weddings and funerals of close relatives. They must have a firm grasp of each family member’s ideological state, social activities, religion, income, their challenges and needs, as well as basic details on immediate relatives, the notice said.
Families were to be paid a daily rate of 20 to 50 yuan ($2.80 to $7.80) to cover the cost of meals shared with their newfound relatives. Some families might be paired with two or three cadres at a time, according to the notice, and the regularly mandated house calls could be supplanted with trips to the local party office.
A February piece on the Communist Party’s official news site said: “The vast majority of party cadres are not only living inside villagers’ homes, but also living inside the hearts of the masses.”
Overseas Uighurs said the “visits” to their relatives’ homes often lasted longer than five days, and they were closely monitored the whole time. The cadres would ask their family members where they were going and who they were meeting whenever they wanted to leave the house.
“They couldn’t pray,” said Abduzahir Yunus, a 23-year-old Uighur originally from Urumqi, Xinjiang’s capital. “Praying or even having a Quran at home could endanger the whole family.”
Yunus, who now lives in Istanbul, said his father used to lament to him about being visited three to four times a week by the administrator of his neighborhood committee, a middle-aged Han Chinese man. The surprise house calls began in 2016, and it was “impossible to say no,” Yunus said. They often coincided with times traditionally designated for prayer.
“Their aim is to assimilate us,” Yunus said. “They want us to eat like them, sleep like them and dress like them.”
After Yunus’s parents and older brother were detained, only Yunus’s sister-in-law and 5-year-old brother remained in the house. Around the beginning of 2018, the Han Chinese man started staying with them full-time.
Uighurs said they were particularly repulsed by the thought of male visitors living under the same roof as their female relatives and children--a practice contrary to their faith. Women and kids are sometimes the only ones left at home after male family members are sent to internment camps.
In recent years, the government has even encouraged Uighurs and Han Chinese to tie the knot.
Starting in 2014, Han-Uighur spouses in one county were eligible to receive 10,000 yuan ($1,442) annually for up to five years following the registration of their marriage license.
Such marriages are highly publicized. The party committee in Luopu county celebrated the marriage of a Uighur woman and a “young lad” from Henan in an official social media account in October 2017. The man, Wang Linkai, had been recruited through a program that brought university graduates to work in the southern Xinjiang city of Hotan.
“They will let ethnic unity forever bloom in their hearts,” the party committee’s post said. “Let ethnic unity become one’s own flesh and blood.”
As with many of the government’s other initiatives in Xinjiang, the “Pair Up and Become Family” program is presented as a way to rescue Muslim minorities from poverty. Public servants show up at homes bearing bags of rice and gallons of cooking oil, and their duties include helping with chores and farm work.
Xu Jing, an employee at Turpan city’s environmental bureau, recounted her shock after entering her assigned relative’s home. Xu said the only light in the residence came from a small window, and she realized that Xasiyet Hoshur wasn’t lying when she said she lived on 3,000 yuan ($433) a year.
Thousands of miles away, in Turkey, Uighur relatives in exile watch what is happening with dread.
Earlier this year, Ablikim Abliz studied a photo of his uncle’s family gathered around a table. Clad in thick winter jackets, his uncle and the smiling Han Chinese man beside him both held chubby-faced children in their laps.
His uncle had posted the photo to his WeChat page along with the caption “Han Chinese brother.”
The 58-year-old Abliz said his entire extended family in China has been sent to internment camps. When he saw his uncle’s photo, his first reaction was relief. If his uncle had been assigned a Han family member, Abliz thought, that meant he was safe.
But the consolation was short-lived. A friend who tried to visit his uncle in Turpan this summer told Abliz that his uncle’s front door was boarded up and sealed with police tape. Abliz has not been able to reach any of his family members since.
As for Idris, he fears that his sister is living under immense pressure with her Han Chinese “mother.” Shortly after her sister’s first post about her new relatives, a friend responded on WeChat: “I also have one! You guys better be careful!”
The same friend later posted photos of herself and a Han Chinese woman doing a Chinese fan dance, playing the drums and wearing traditional Han clothing.
His sister would never have volunteered for such a program, Idris said. She and his younger sister had been trying to get passports to bring their children to Turkey and reunite with Idris, but their applications were not accepted.
Last summer, both of his sisters deleted him on WeChat. A few months later, his aunt deleted him, too. For more than a year, Idris has not been able to communicate with his relatives. He wonders, with growing unease, how they’re getting along with their new “family.”
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Is it OK if we can see ur queue? I’m just curious. Thx!
yeesh I haven’t used the queue in ages. But I can show you what I have in my inbox.
S/o who loves shower sex, please? Hanzo/Junkrat/Soldier 76
Widowmaker spying on s/o through scope and gets in through the window as a form of foreplay. "I saw you through my scope and couldn't resist"
McCree, Genji, Hanzo, Sombra are scouting an abandoned city where their team is going to have an upcoming battle (in the next few minutes!). they hear coughing and investigate. what happens when they discover their long-time crush (citizen) under the rubble in an abandoned building? they're alive but they're wounded badly and in poor health. they say they'll be fine.
Headcanons please! Reader is a new recruit for Overwatch, and Ana, for whatever reason, takes a liking to them and develops a mentor/guardian relationship with Reader, maybe even teaching them things/trains them? (That reader happily listens to and takes to heart)! Bonus: after a highly successful mission, Ana tells Reader she is genuinely proud of them. Reader begins to cry really loudly out of happiness.
Junkenstein finding a s/o as crazy as him who is eager to help him with experiments and maybe getting freaky in the lab (;
Can i have poly anahardt headcannons for taking care of a sick reader?
Hello! Can I have Moira having to explain to her SO how an experiment went wrong and gave her fox ears and a tail?
hcs on a relationship between lucio and his professional skater s/o?
can i request 76 with a reader who's a healer? thanks in advance!
Genji falls in love with an ex of his when he was a playboy but he doesn't remember that he dated them.He broke their heart by either dumping them or cheating on them. How would that play out? BTW I love your blog and your writing. :3
Okay but imagine McCree tying up his fem s/o when she really needs to pee, her options are to either wet herself or hold it, but obviously you can only hold it for so long! All the while McCree is watching and teasing.Do you think you could do anything with this? Like a ficlet perhaps? If that's what you call them lol, hope this isn't to much
Zarya bench pressing reader while they are reading.
Okay what about just cute and fluffy mercy x reader im in need
could you do something where soldier 76's s/o is kissing him all over and telling him how much they love him? i live for fluff like that.
Can I get uhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHhhhhHHHHHH NSFW chubby!fem!s/o with extra oral and body worship w/ McCree, 76, Genji & Hanzo? Cut any out if you need to btw.
Lucio, Soldier, and Hanzo(separately) who has a crush on the reader but they soon find out the reader has a HUGE bounty on them? (That it almost reached McCree's bounty that was placed on him) So on, they soon realize the reader was still on the run because of that and the only safe place was the location their in until they found out?
Could I request Ana x Female!Reader petplay please? I'm honestly a sucker for Ana, she's so beautiful, but I haven't found a whole lot of fanfictions for her! Thank you :)
lucio and dva (non poly) with a s/o whos a gamer and esports competitor please?
Request for PolyMchanzo (Fem!Reader) Body woreship - but not only for the reader - she can do it for Hanzo & Jesse
pre-fall Jack taking his soon to be s/o on a Valentines date? fem pronouns please
Something nsfw but also sweet? Junkrats s/o finally coming home from a super long trip and getting down to do some sexy times but Junkrat climaxes during foreplay and gets hella embarrassed about it and feels really bad, so s/o suggests Junkrat to give them head to make up for it.
Hey :3 May I ask for a fluffy Hanzo imagine where he has a very soft,kind and shy healer female S/O who often finds herself tending to animals in the forest and got kidnapped while trying ti make him a flower crown? Thank you
Girls of your choice x reader in a depressive episode, overhearing reader ask himself if she's better off without him.
Oh can I request moira with a fem reader? Where shes in her lab working late and her a surprise visit and nsfw ensues?
May i request some nsfw of Roadhog with a tiny but chubby female reader. Where he's just grabbing all up on her soft bits while they're fucking and calling her pet names like "good girl" and/or "princess" ahh sorry im so needy(/)-(\)
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My TF2 Comic Series
This is a rough idea as to how I'd plan out a new on-going TF2 series if I were given the chance, based on what I know of established plot and my major assumptions about what some of the final developments are likely to be. When (if?) part 7 of the current TF2 comics storyline gets released, a lot of this may get rendered moot. I'm just spit-balling, anyway. It's fun!
So! Here we go.
Picking back up in the spring of 1974. Everything is different yet also pretty much exactly the same.
Demo gets saddled with Merasmus, first as a roommate, then as a magical mentor. Merasmus knows he must eventually train a successor to carry his arcane knowledge into the future, and while this guy may be drunk half the time, he actually has a lot of potential. And besides, he did Merasmus a solid when he took him in. So Demo embarks on a wondrous-yet-annoying quest to unlock his magical potential and claim his alchemical heritage. Merasmus and Mrs. DeGroot get along like they've been friends their whole lives, of course. Demo's home life becomes a wacky supernatural sitcom starring himself, Merasmus, his mum, and his three familiars Eyelander, Bombnomicon, and Mini Monoculous. (Those three have their own weird dynamic. None of them actually like each other very much.) And hey, magic powers!!!!
Zhanna and Soldier have the biggest, stupidest, most elaborate Hawaiian wedding ever because it's the furthest thing from that frozen Siberian hellscape she could imagine. (Soldier grumbles a bit that it's barely even America, but finally relents.) Literally everyone is invited, including any and all NPCs, old enemies, the ghost of Tom Jones, a clan of raccoons, and close family of the mercs. We get to meet Soldier's weirdly normal family and catch up with Zhanna's family. Soldier turns into a drama-bomb groomzilla while Zhanna is just overwhelmed with happiness. She falls into a coma from the mental shock and is roused out of it when magical intervention annoys her into returning to reality. Once married, they immediately begin furiously attempting to conceive a child. Like, more than they were before.
Heavy himself is adjusting to his new family situation and being a little overbearing (unintentionally.) His mother is happy to be taken care of, so he moves her to America and builds her a beautiful cottage not too far from where he lives. It has all the amenities, including a high-powered laser mounted on the roof. Zhanna is starting her own family, and he's secretly giddy at the idea of being an uncle. Yana and Bronislava are both off on their own world-trotting adventures, but they don't write him as often as he would like. He's collecting the selfies they mail him from all the exotic locations they visit into a photo album, which he likes to flip through and feel that big brother combination of pride and worry.
Medic has to deal with his past, such as his parents. He's finally gotten around to going through the box of keepsakes and documents left to him by his mother, where he makes some interesting discoveries, and his elderly father comes sniffing around, presumably to take advantage of his estranged son's advances in rejuvenatory medicine. Meanwhile, occasional bids from Mephisto, Perdition Representative and current minority shareholder of his souls, to tempt him into trading for more favors are casually swatted away. (I mean, until he actually wants something he can't accomplish himself.) Medic really shouldn't underestimate a sufficiently pissed-off devil, though. They have ways.
Throughout every story, hints are occasionally dropped that Pyro is an alien. Some are subtle, some... less so. Someone important apparently takes notice when Pyro begins to be followed around by 70s-era X-Files style FBI agents. Balloonicorn delights in terrorizing them, but Pyro is looking forward to making real good friends! Ultimately, nothing is ever revealed one way or another about Pyro's nature, so everyone just ends up kind of confused.
Saxton Hale has stepped down as the big boss of Mann Co (handed over to Miss Pauling, who will sometimes call for advice) but remains an investor. He and Mags are now a power couple, but he's going through a mid-life crisis in which he's seeking out and wrestling the most legendary, dangerous monsters in the world, which is getting dangerous even for him. Mags has her own complicated feelings about the rekindled relationship, including the baggage from her past marriages, brief as they were. Eventually Saxton must face the fact that the most challenging foe he must wrestle into submission is... HIS DUTY TO MANKIND (and Mags.) They return to Australia to help rebuild after the loss of all the world's Australium and oppose Charles Darling's growing post-apocalyptic Thunderdome-esque zoo-based empire.
Sniper has manned a disastrous submarine expedition to the sunken ruins of New Zealand (because he built it himself and refused to ask for help) and barely survived. He reluctantly asks his fellow mercs and Miss Pauling for help in a second expedition, recovering artifacts of his lost heritage in return for sharing it with Mann Co. He also gets roped into Mad Max-esque adventures with Saxton Hale and Mags. And of course, his birth parents are still at-large, which he doesn't know how to deal with AT ALL.
Miss Pauling is juggling several explosives at once. First, she's just getting the hang of being Mann Co. boss (including having people do things FOR HER, her assistants Bidwell and Reddy), dealing with the terrorist cult Rise & Shine that's out to ruin the company, hiring new staff (Driver to help with the cult situation and a new merc liaison to fill her old role, Chicken Girl), forging her vision for the future of Mann Co., and deciding how to deal with the company's inconvenient ward Olivia Mann. She has her fair share of frazzled moments and sudden urges to dump all her responsibilities and run far, far away, but she never does. That's not who she is. Oh, and she gets a girlfriend, so that's nice.
The new liaison Chicken Girl (as everyone insists on calling her after Scout recognizes her) doesn't actually remember Scout and finds him very aggravating, but not enough to quit her new super-legit job, which she's actually very good at, once she gets the hang of it. She just wishes they'd stop calling her Chicken Girl. Just "Chick" isn't an acceptable substitute.
Engie is increasingly called on by Miss Pauling to consult on developing exciting new tech for Mann Co, which is especially important in a world without Australium to fuel effortless scientific discovery. The McMANN is his first such success, and he's so excited and proud! He collaborated with Driver, the new blood, on its final design, but it was 95% his project. (He's pretty sure that goes without saying.) Engie spends a lot of his time quietly tinkering away at ideas to make the McMANN even better, but he cooking up some other stuff that he knows Miss Pauling will be interested in. Even though some of it's a little... weird.
Scout, Spy, and Scout's ma are awkwardly trying to form a conventional family unit. This is extremely complicated because Scout is still convinced his father is Tom Jones and there are all those older brothers to deal with. The most successful moments happen when Scout's ma tricks the two of them into spending time with her for a nice outing like a picnic at an outdoor concert, a baseball game, a demolition derby, etc. (Of course, there are shenanigans.) We also learn about the history behind Scout's parentage.
The Mann brothers are all still hanging around as increasingly irrelevant ghosts, doing silly ghost stuff. Since they're triplets, none of them can move on unless they all do, and it's a constant source of arguments. Redmond & Blutarch just want to pull spooky pranks on people, but Gray takes as much time as he can to try to influence and even possess his daughter Olivia, which she eventually starts fighting.
I would include Driver in this new set-up, as previously mentioned. As the new recruit, she'd be the one to ask questions about stuff the audience might want answers to, which is a useful function in fiction where a bunch of crazy shit happens all the time. She'd have her own little character arcs, too, but I've gone on enough about all that.
And do keep an eye on that weird new cult that has it out for Mann Co. Rise & Shine? Yeah, I've mentioned them a few times. To the public, they seem so cute and harmless, with their chubby smiling mascot of a guru, talk show coverage, novelty songs, and funny comic book series. But we know better.
#text#tf2#tf2 mercs#tf2 headcanon#tf2 driver#tf2 oc#mercs#headcanon#driver#oc#concept#mcmann#long post
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AN: Ah, my first rebelcaptain fic. Wait for the next, it’s coming. Also, prompts are welcome!
when the future becomes clear
[AO3]
Cassian Andor is a lot of things, Jyn discovers pretty early on. When they met he was a spy with an exceptional ability to blend into the surroundings. Her heart pounded when he emerged from the shadows, in shock and fear, because she was sure her eyes had passed that space before and she did not even notice him there.
In the ship to Jedha, he was a puzzle. He regarded her with reluctant trust in his eyes, but when she woke and looked out into the window and to the barren wasteland just past the atmosphere, he spoke, “That’s Jedha, or what’s left of it.”
After Eadu, he was a dark cloud. Their bodies were heavy with exhaustion and rain seeping through their clothes, but his shoulders were heavier. Her heart the heaviest.
After Scarif, he was one bacta immersion after another, and her heart sagged heavy in her chest again like when she lost her father. It made her feel all new and torn when she made that connection, all together, her head chanting ‘wake up, wake up, wake up’ repeatedly as she spent restless nights beside him. When he woke, dark eyes trained on the ceiling like he couldn’t believe he’s still alive, she was awake as well.
“Cassian,” she had whispered, because it was quiet and there’s nothing to say. ‘Thank you’? ‘I’m sorry’? Nothing. When he turned his head towards the sound of her voice, his eyes began to fill with tears and he cried. After Scarif, she found out that he’s only had a handful of missions just like that, and after surviving them, he always had no one. Until then.
In Hoth, he is somehow an even bigger puzzle.
The transition from Yavin IV to Hoth was tumultuous with TIE fighters flying overhead, alarms blaring so loud it took Jyn a few seconds to recognize what was going on. She spotted Cassian in the middle of it all, yelling commands at people, eyes alight with fire and adrenaline. It made her breath catch, and she’s aware it’s not the right time for this, but his eyes found her in the middle of the chaos, started walking towards her, and suddenly, she’s in his arms. She squeezed back, still a bit shaken.
“Go with Shara and Kes, they will take care of you, I already arranged transport for you and Bodhi.”
“What about you?” she asked.
His eyes were heated but steady, one might even say calm. But she knows the tremble in his grip around her arms. “I’ll be right behind. Don’t worry about me.”
“I always worry about you,” she had said, because it might just be the last time they spoke.
“Okay,” he said around a chuckle she surprised out of him. “Take care of Shara, she’s pregnant and antsy. I’ll… see you soon.”
And with that, he was gone.
*
Hoth is not a good place for children, Jyn decides pretty early on. It’s not even good for the full grown humanoids, but children. They’re going to get sick and die. But Shara Bey gives birth to a healthy baby boy named Poe with dark curly hair and chubby arms thrusting into the cold air, and Jyn does not cry, but Cassian almost does.
Kes claps him on the shoulder and tells him he wants Cassian to be Poe’s godfather, and war-hardened master spy Cassian Andor looks so dumbfounded Jyn has to pinch the inside of his arm.
“Of course,” he answers, Kes giving him a knowing look before returning to his wife and child.
“You look like you wanna throw up,” she tells him as they stand at a distance, letting the little family have their moment.
She hears him scoff. “I’m not. I don’t.”
*
Jyn just came from the most punishing perimeter check she has ever been on, further solidifying the theory that Draven hates her guts the most, when she stumbles into Cassian in their quarters, without his shirt on, a baby on his chest. They are both snoring peacefully, oblivious to the goings on. The first feeling she gets is envy – of the little bubble around them, as if there’s nothing to worry about. Cassian doesn’t get like this ever, and Jyn feels a bit odd about it, and then… something else.
Shara and Kes are often on call nowadays after the destruction of the Death Star, transporting or recruiting or whatever it is that they do. Little Poe, some five months old now, would be left to the care of his godparents, but more often would fall into Cassian’s care. Cassian on the other hand is still in demand (they both are, truthfully) but he’d just come from a back-to-back off-world mission, and when he stumbled out of the ship a couple of days ago, she thinks he looked ready to sleep for two days. Still, he relaxed when he found her standing some feet clear of the landing pad, walking towards her and embracing her with a might she didn’t know he still had.
That’s one thing that’s a puzzle to her, too. His embrace, his touch. It always feels like something she doesn’t deserve, and yet he’s willing to give it. They share a room in the west wing of Echo base, at first keeping separate cots on opposite sides of the small quarters. And then sometime between then and now, he gave her a small smile and pushed their cots together, a weak “it’s too cold to be away from each other” from his lips. She did not protest.
When she wakes with his warm breath on her neck, an arm slung around her stomach, his legs curled behind hers, and his dick hard against her ass – it feels like an eternity in a minute. He would stir and bring his hips away from hers as if she wouldn’t notice, stretch, and then pull at her shoulder so that she lies on her back. She turns her head to him and he gives her a sleepy smile. Her stomach would swoop with a feeling, and he’d whisper a quiet “good morning”, breathy, just the way she hated it.
“You breath stinks,” she would say, and he would grin and he’s beautiful. He would breathe again and she would smack his chest.
That’s how their mornings together would start, and it’s one of the things she thought she couldn’t afford – before Cassian Andor, there were many things she thought she could never get. And yet, there they are.
But he’s never kissed her, and her him, and right now feels like a bigger pull than the ones before.
An arm is carefully slung over Poe’s back, protective. The room is warm (Captain perks, she would tease him), and the baby’s mouth is open, drooling on his skin.
Jyn feels her heart grow lighter at the sight. Peace looks good on Cassian.
She strips her jacket and her boots and her pants, leaving her in her undergarments – as she always does. This is how they sleep together, unclothed, comfortable. She lies next to him, running her fingers gingerly through Poe’s hair, smiling a little at his tiny whimper. She sleeps.
*
When she wakes, it’s to small fingers dancing along her face, sticking into her nose. She grabs the little hand, opens her eyes, sees the baby sitting between them. Cassian is awake, holding the same arm she’s holding in her hand. She shakes her head in disbelief.
“Funny,” she notes. The baby gurgles at her, wiggling out of Cassian’s grip and climbing over to her, settling on her stomach. Cassian gives them a quiet grin.
“Hey, Poe,” she says, tickling the baby’s stomach. “Uncle Cassian training you to be a sneaky boy, huh?”
Jyn remembers the first time she’s held a child – it was in the middle of a battle in one of Coruscant’s moons, Saw’s rebel army behind her. It was a tiny thing, covered in soot and dust, left in an abandoned house. Mal, one of the rebels she’s with, took it from her, promised to give it to someone who can take it to a safe place.
Children are born into the war, lose families, grow up orphans, and become soldiers themselves. She thinks of a little boy with dark eyes, bones defined, skinny – made to stay on the streets to eavesdrop on Imperial officers, and pick pockets, and crawl into tight spaces. The Alliance secret. She looks at the one in the bed with her, looking at her like there’s nothing better to look at in the whole galaxy.
She thinks about his vow to Poe, a whisper on the infant’s forehead.
‘No more orphans, no more crying.’
Jyn sits up, cradles Poe in her arm and curls a hand behind Cassian’s neck, pulling him forward until their lips meet.
He freezes, caught off guard, and her heart seizes in her chest as she awaits him. An eternity in a minute, she thinks. And then he moves, a quiet sigh passing between their lips, his mouth opening under hers. Their tongues meet and a quiet moan slips, unbidden.
Her head chants Cassian, Cassian, Cassian, flooded with everything of him, his skin, his hands, his eyes, his words welcome home, passing as the breath they share. The hand she has on his neck slides up, threading through his hair, pulling. He groans, and Jyn thinks it’s a sound she will chase to hear over and over again.
An extra hand, a small soft one, touches their cheeks, and Cassian breaks away, laughing. He doesn’t go too far, resting his forehead against hers, tongue darting out to catch her taste on his lips, and she wants to kiss him again, but there’s a child envious of the attention he’s not getting.
Finally, he pulls away and hooks his hands under Poe’s arms, lifting until he’s up high. “Come here, you,” he says, swinging him around. “You’re quite the little charmer, aren’t you?”
He shoots Jyn another smile.
She lies back down, watches him play with the child until he tires and goes back to his nap. And then he lays the child between them, careful.
He reaches out a hand to tangle in her hair, gentle and reverent – a softness peculiar to the heart of the Rebellion. But she nuzzles his wrist and closes her eyes.
“We have to talk about this, Jyn,” he says, quiet. Echo base hums around them, a steady bustling of energy, feet thudding through the snow covered floors, voices muffled through the walls.
“Tomorrow,” she promises. “We can take tonight off, Cassian.”
*
Tomorrow, she promises him her life, not only her death. He breathes through his nose, deep and disbelieving. And then he kisses her in the quiet of their room, deep and wanting and yearning. There are more promises in that kiss, and the kisses that happen after. And the hugs, and the smiles.
She thinks there’s a future now.
#rebelcaptain#jyncassian#jyncass#rebelcaptain fic#rogue one fic#wow idek what to tag anymore i hope people see this and read
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Hear me out: chubby spy falls for the new merc meant to take his place bc of retirement reasons. But when he sees them he thinks "on no, they're hot!"
Ohhh boi.....
Tbh i picture Spy as the type of guy who all his life was skinny but the moment he hits 40 bbooom, now he's chwbby ( so basically a normal weight cuz lets be real he looks somewhat anorexic...like dude, your legs are like sticks.). So...his in the base, with men somewhat around his age, so he doesnt really care because they are heathens and his a Gentleman™ . But when the new recruit lands...oh mon dieu she's a girl and OMG she hot as frick....So he, being the only semi-friendly human being, tries to befriend them ( he thinks he is making blackmail but in reality he just cant.). Everything goes smooth, the recruit is pretty descent at their job and they become quite the pair, but he has the feelers.
He is trying to seduce her for weeks but he thinks as far that she is playing along and just sees it as a joke, nothing more. After seeing her passing glares at a bare chested scout who although is annoying...hes young and lean....Now, he suddenly feels very conscious of his figure, after almost a decade so suddenly Spy is hitting the Gym...untill he pulls a muscle and his on bedrest because he had an asthma attack on the treadmill.
The recruit comes around to check up on him and he is beyond embarrassed. They sew him in a wifebeater and his pj pants. The shirt is a bit old so his chubb is more prominent, he blushes so bad his ears turn red and he stammers in french. Before he cant yeet himself of the room, the recruit walks up and hugs him, cuz she aint blind and he has been trying to semi-seduct her for weeks. She knows he likes her and he knows she knows that and suddenly shes hugging him and omg he feels like his going to explode.
He can't hide how fast his heart is beating nor that he feels her squished on his belly. But she doesnt seem uncomfortable... quite the opposite. She cards her fingers through his hair and reassures him its okay and that hes handsome....
To be continued cuz im a sadist owo
#tf2 fandom#mods life#tf2 imagines#tf2 x reader#tf2 spy#chubby spy#owo#chubby spy and the new recruit
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Chubby Spy and the New recruit part 2
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( for reasons the recruit is shorter because im also short, uwu)
Lets say the recruit is around 5'5… so shes around Spys chest i guess, or shoulders? Somewhere there
So we have this absolute fluff of a scene were the recruit has her face on spys chest and he awkwardly holds her for a minute, while he has a mild stroke.
She gives him a pat on the back and pulls away and Spy is just starstruck. The recruit for some reason is looking not in his eyes but his face...and then it hits him, he forgot to wear his mask. In an instast he puts his hands to cover his face and yells at the recruit to fuck off while he lists all the horrible ways he can and will torture them. The recruit just backs off and slams the door shut and walks through the hallway muttering swears.
Spy has ruined again...his last chance to find happiness in this world has been shattered again because hes a damn idiot. ( I reallt love @tf2-x-reader-trash spy face headcanon, but i added some burns and some missing hair and eyebrow). He is repulsive...of course he would ruined it. He feels all shorts of negative emotions rushing through him but he stops. He is a gentleman and what he did was just being a huge asshole to someone who showed him kidness...He hasnt apologized in years, but he feels guilty...
So he pulls up a simple jacket and a new mask and nervously walks down the hall to find the recruit. She isnt in the common rooms so he guesses shes in her room. The jeerz of Scout about him and his girlfriend make him angry but he lets it rest for now.
He approaches the door and coughs politely and knocks. He hears a muffled " ill be in a minute" and waits. He is vibrating from anxiety but he can pull it off.
She opens up
- And look who came here...
-I...May i come inside?
- so soon mr romance? Well come but its a mess.
He doesnt make any comment just walks inside and closes the door while flipping a scout whos dying of laughter from overhearing their conversation.
- I...I am sorry for acting this way, but i...
- you didnt have your mask on yes, i saw that..
- Its not as simple as you think! My mask is...how do i know you wont use it to track me down when im retired? This company is a madhouse and sooner or later you'll get a real chance to work, how do i know you wont try to find something better without telling everyone that tosses you a chance that you have seen me?
- Do you seriously think Id do that? You are my mentor. How can i do that to you?
- and how do i know you wont do that? He huffs and justs, look lets forget all that happened, you never saw me and i am s
-how can you be sorry for something that never happened then?
-I...hes lost, shes outwited him by far.
- Look...i know its hard to trust in our profession but I promise I will never tell anyone that I saw you
- Merci....
He turns to leave
- But in all honesty, how can someone so handsome hise all day behind a mask?
And dammit she did it again. He simply turs around
-me? Handsome? Mon ami you have spent way too much time with these brutes to find me handsome.
-Well...I can't say i didnt enjoy what I saw.
She approaches him and merde his frosen again. A relief comes from within his core, that yes, even after all those years he is still handsome, even with all the scars and the bruises and...
- Do you really believe that? Its not a simple question, its a question that has haunted Spy all his life. He never believed he was pretty, he just dressee nicely and tried to charm by his words and his fancy french than his face.
- What do you believe? She brings her hand up to his cheek and caresses it. He looks at her with a softness he has never had in his eyes again.
-May i? He opens his arms and she hugs him one more time, and his heart signs in relief.
She stands in her tippy toes and gives him a small smouch...He holds her by her waist and almosts lifts her up...hes in heaven.
To be continued owo
#tf2 fandom#tf2 imagines#tf2 x reader#tf2 spy x reader#chubby spy and the new recruit#chubby spy#owo
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Jerome Valeska x Plus Size/Chubby Reader
Imagine: Reader is the new addition to the Maniax and Jerome makes it very clear to everyone that he wants you to be his. Some people don’t really care though.
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: handsy Jerome but that’s about it
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You knew exactly why you had been chosen as the new member of the Maniax team. Theo needed someone on the streets to be able to spy on Detective Gordon and the G.C.P.D. to see how far they were getting in their investigation. They wouldn’t suspect you of being involved with a group of criminals. You acted pretty normal, you didn’t have the urges to go on killing sprees but you were crazy enough to kidnap someone and hide them away for a while until you got bored of them. They’d never expect a sweet, chubby girl like you to be able to do anything sinister like that. Which is why Theo knew you were a valuable asset to his team.
Theo had to sweet talk you a little more to get you comfortable enough to agree to meet the others but you put on your confident facade and prepared yourself for the inevitable judgement and snide comments you’d received your whole life. Theo opened the large doors and walked into the room with his hand on your back, nudging you towards the centre of the room with him. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the newest addition to the Maniax, (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Now, I have some business that needs to be fixed, why don’t you all spend some time to get to know your new teammate.”
You looked around the room and you looked over each and every one of them until your eyes landed on a familiar looking ginger. You recognised him as Jerome Valeska, the guy who’d killed his mother. Some of your friends were in the circus and you’d found out all about the scandal through them, but it hadn’t really interested you. Jerome smirked as he caught your attention, jumping up to stand on the couch he was sitting on, “Well well well, what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?” Rolling your eyes, you answered him anyway, “Mr Galavan needs me to be his spy on the streets.”
Jerome giggled and hopped off the couch, stalking closer to you, getting the attention of the others. Tabitha watched in case Jerome had a sudden desire to kill her brother’s newest toy, her hand ghosting over her whip. You didn’t move as Jerome got closer, not finding him to be as intimidating as everyone thought. He put his hands around your waist and pulled you close to him, “Oh? Maybe you’d like to be my spy in the sheets then?~” He laughed and you scoffed, “No thank you.” You were pretty sure he was just making fun of you by flirting, although there was a seriousness to his tone.
You were about to push yourself away from Jerome, but you felt yourself being pulled out of his hold by someone else. Greenwood held you close to him, your back against his chest and had his arm around your chest to keep you there. He cackled and leaned in close to your neck to sniff you, inhaling a deep breath, “You can’t hog the fresh meat, Jerome. She smells delicious, I’m sure she’ll taste good too.” Scrunching your nose up in disgust, you turned your head away from him. You tried to squirm away from him but his grip was tight on you.
Jerome clenched his hands, ready to start a fight with Greenwood when he let you go and started laughing to himself before heading to get something to eat. You were more than a little rattled but you wouldn’t show it in front of those lunatics. Not wanting to be in there any longer, you were quick to turn on your heel and run away to your bedroom, which, thankfully, had a lock on the door.
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It had been a couple of weeks that you’d been with the Maniax, Tabitha and Theo and it hadn’t been the best experience. Jerome was unable to stop his flirting with you, always approaching you whenever you stepped into the same room as him and touching you in one way or another. At first it was just a harmless arm slung around your shoulders, or holding your hands close to his chest but it wasn’t long before he was wrapping his arms around your waist and he had been so bold as to grab your ass one time.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t the worst one. Greenwood had made a habit of calling you fresh meat and implied that you would be his next meal once he got permission from Theo. He freaked you out more than any of the others but he only did it when the two of you were alone so you couldn’t complain about it. You’d made sure to avoid him as much as possible, which sometimes meant ignoring Jerome as well, which Jerome wasn’t pleased about. He didn’t like it when you avoided him, he wanted to spend time with his princess.
Jerome had taken to calling you princess every since Barbara had put a tiara on your head and complained when you wouldn’t let her give you a makeover. Barbara was one of your favourites, she was so pretty and caring about you, so you returned the favour. Jerome would often recruit Barbara to tell him more information about you because he was so obsessed with you. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. So when he saw you come into the room where all of the others had gathered, you were just about to turn on your heel and hightail it back out of there. Until, that is, Jerome caught your wrist and pulled you close to him, “I’ve missed you Princess, you need to stop running away from me. I’ll think you don’t like me anymore.” You scoffed but you smiled to show that you were amused by his actions.
He lead you over to one of the couches and sat down, pulling you over to it to sit next to him. He noticed your eyes go to something behind him and he turned to see Greenwood approaching, “What do you want, cannibal? I’m talking to my Princess.” Greenwood cackled and gave you a disturbing grin, “She’s not your princess, she’s my next meal. Isn’t that right sweetcheeks?” You could only grimace at his words, trying to make yourself seem smaller on the couch, hoping the furniture would just eat you already, before Greenwood could get his hands on you.
Jerome was fuming, how dare that fat oaf talk about his princess like that?! He gritted his teeth and didn’t hesitate to get up and punch Greenwood in the face and stomach before pushing him to the ground. He wasted no time in kneeling down to continue to punch Greenwood in the face until he was knocked out, knowing that Theo would be angry with him if he killed one of his team members. When he was done, he turned and winked at you, happily walking back to the couch and sitting down, pulling you onto his lap. His blood stained hands gripped your thighs and held you close.
You turned your head to face him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, “Why did you do that?” Jerome was quick to press a kiss to your cheek, “I called dibs and he needed to know that dibs means you’re mine. Not his. Mine.” You could only blush and giggle as Jerome continued to kiss you all over your face and neck.
#gotham#jerome valeska#x chubby reader#x plus size reader#plus size reader#chubby reader#gotham x reader#jerome valeska x reader#fluff
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