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Never A Mistake

Paring: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language, pure smut, 18+, body fluids

Word count: 6,713

Summary: The reader reunites with her former personal trainer, Jey Uso. The reader is overwhelmed by the memories and feels guilty for their past actions. Jey confronts her, accusing her of seeing him as a mistake. The reader is left with a deep, seductive desire, and Jey's possessiveness fuels the flames of their passionate encounter.

Attending my inaugural WWE event was an electrifying experience that left me spellbound. Positioned in the coveted front row, I became part of the action, enveloped in a world of larger-than-life characters and adrenaline-pumping spectacles. My journey into this captivating realm was made possible by my best friend Tracy, a devout follower of the oiled-up, half-naked men who grace our screens every Monday and Friday. As Tracy would passionately recount the intricate storylines, I found myself intrigued by the bloodline and the impending Judgment Day.

From the moment I stepped foot into the arena, I could sense the palpable energy that enveloped the air. The atmosphere was electric, a fusion of rumbling cheers and thunderous boos, creating an intense symphony of emotions. Excited fans, adorned in their favorite superstar's merchandise, added an extra layer of vibrancy to the spectacle.

As the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, signaling the beginning of the show. The stage transformed into a battleground, and the wrestlers emerged, embodying the epitome of physical prowess and showmanship. Each character had a distinct presence, captivating us with their larger-than-life personas and charisma. Their performances were a seamless blend of athleticism, drama, and storytelling, creating an immersive tapestry that held us captive throughout the night.

In the realm of friendship, Tracy has always embodied the essence of an "It-Girl." With her long, luscious curls, velvety soft skin, and lips adorned with a cherry gloss, she effortlessly commanded attention. Tracy possessed an allure that made heads turn whenever she passed, earning her the title of "The Instagram Girl." And then there's me, a more understated presence in our friendship.

While I too possess thick, curly hair, I prefer to gather it in a simple, elegant bun. My skin boasts a delightful caramel hue that adds a touch of warmth to my features. Unlike Tracy, my approach to life is more laid-back and serene, allowing me to embrace my own unique beauty.

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a new message. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at the screen. It was Ivan, my ex-boyfriend. Memories of our tumultuous past flooded my mind, and I hesitated before opening the message. After all, it had been a year since we broke up, and he had always managed to find a way back into my life despite my efforts to move on. His persistence was both annoying and frustrating.

Ivan's messages were always filled with the same clichés that exes tend to use. "I'm sorry for how I treated you," "I hate myself because of what I did to you," "I only want you, give me another chance." It was all too familiar, and I had grown tired of his empty promises and apologies. But this time, the message was different. It simply said, "I just want to talk."

Ivan: Hey, I was wondering if you're busy. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but, I just want to talk a bit.

Y/N: Can't talk now, I'm out.

The excitement in the air was palpable as another figure made their entrance. The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, and Tracy's voice soared above them all. "Oh my god, OH MY GOD! Y/N, IT'S JEY USO!" I discreetly slid my phone back into my pocket, trying to hide my lack of recognition. Tracy's reaction was akin to that of a child visiting Disneyland for the first time, a symphony of joyous squeals.

I attempted to play it cool, pretending I knew exactly who she was talking about. But then, it hit me like a wave of nostalgia. Jey Uso, my personal trainer from a few years ago. I recalled the countless times I had seen him on television, thanks to Tracy's monopolization of the TV whenever she visited. Jey Uso, the man who had departed from the bloodline. At least, that's what Tracy had informed me on a few Mondays ago.

This unexpected reunion sparked a torrent of memories. I remembered the grueling training sessions, the camaraderie built through sweat and determination. Jey Uso had been more than a trainer; he had become a mentor, a guiding force in my fitness journey. Seeing him now, amidst the roar of the crowd, brought back a flood of emotions.

Inevitably, the moment arrived when he gracefully exited the scene. His presence was somewhat elusive, until he finally reached the end of the ramp. A mere distance of 10 feet separated us. The deafening chorus of women's screams mingled with his entrance song, creating an atmosphere of frenzy. Every step he took exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness. His chin held high, while his arms hung loosely by his side. There was an enigmatic beauty about him, one that eluded my comprehension. Tracy's assessment proved accurate; this man was undeniably captivating. In person, his allure was only enhanced, leaving me in awe.

In the midst of the bustling arena, Tracy had been desperately vying for his attention for what felt like an eternity. Two minutes had passed, with Tracy's repeated attempts to catch his eye going unnoticed. But then, there he was, just a mere five feet away. I couldn't help but fixate on him, my gaze unwavering.

As he drew closer, making his way towards the ring, Tracy's voice echoed through the arena, resonating with fervent adoration, "WE LOVE YOU JEY!" I had hoped that her passionate cry would finally capture his attention, but to no avail. Instead, it was me that he locked eyes with. The intensity of his gaze was so potent, it felt as if my eyes were about to burst from their sockets. In that fleeting moment, time stood still. It was as if the entire arena faded into insignificance, leaving only Jey Uso and me. With a mischievous smirk, he acknowledged me before stepping into the ring. The connection we shared in that brief encounter left an indelible mark, an electrifying energy that lingered in the air.

In a sudden turn of events, a perplexing entrance unfolded before my eyes, leaving my mind awash with confusion. Amidst the chaos, Tracy's piercing scream broke through the haze. My attention snapped to her, and disbelief colored my words, "Wait, there's two of them?" Tracy's response was sharp and laden with exasperation, "Yes bitch, they're twins, Jimmy!" Twins? The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me dumbfounded. So, you mean to tell me that there are not one, but two of these men?

In a surprising display of agility, Jimmy briskly made his way out, taking each stride with purpose. Upon reaching the front of our section, he cast a disdainful glance at the individual standing beside me. Tracy, eager for a photo opportunity, whipped out her phone and called out to him, "Jimmy, over here!" Yet, once again, he disregarded her plea. Instead, the man directed a contemptuous stare in my direction, leaving me perplexed as to what I had done to provoke such animosity. In response, I returned his glare, causing a smirk to creep across his face.

I was taken aback, my mind swirling until Tracy forcefully shook me. "Oh. MY. GOD! HE SMILED AT YOU! THEY BOTH SMILED AT YOU! I swear to god if they’d have done that to me, I would've died on the spot. aren’t they so sexy?'' Tracy exclaimed. My gaze remained fixated on Jey's silhouette. “Yeah, I guess," I replied. Tracy's jaw dropped, “YOU GUESS? Oh come onnn Y/N, they are literally the sexiest twins in this arena right now.” My eyes shifted to Tracy as a faint blush colored my cheeks, “Yeah, I said I guess. Don't get me wrong, they’re good looking. But I'm sure they enjoy the attention they receive from all you women.'' I explained.

“Well, that's your opinion. Hopefully, I get invited backstage," she added. Did they actually do that? Invite people backstage? If that were the case, Tracy would probably be the last person they’d invite. Her high-pitched screeching could kill an entire army.

As I gazed towards the ring, my eyes locked with Jey's while he adjusted his wrists. A wave of nerves tingled down my neck, and I quickly averted my gaze. Tracy, standing beside me, couldn't contain her excitement. "Just wait until you see their moves in the ring," she exclaimed. The tension between the two men was palpable, evident in their hostile glares. It was clear that they harbored some deep-rooted animosity towards each other. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps I should start watching WWE to gain a better understanding of this intense rivalry.

In the intense atmosphere of the wrestling ring, the referee handed microphones to both Jey Uso and his twin brother, Jimmy. With a deep breath, Jey grasped the opportunity to address his brother in a fierce tone. "Why you even here? This is not SmackDown, it's Monday Night Jey. Your best leave my arena," Jey exclaimed, his voice filled with determination.

Jimmy, however, refused to back down. "Don't act innocent in all this, uce. You may think you're perfect, but you're just as flawed as I am!" he retorted defiantly.

Jey's eyes twitched with anger as he responded, "No, I have always been there for our family. Unlike you, who only cares about his own success and glory! You've let success get to your head, uce!"

The tension between them grew, and I found myself captivated by their verbal sparring. Jimmy continued to challenge Jey, "Oh, really? And what about all those times you let us down? When you prioritized being 'Main Event Jey Uso' over our own blood, huh? Do you think that makes you a saint?"

Jey took a step closer, his voice now raised in a yell, "You know damn well that I have worked tirelessly to get where I am today! But at least I never lost sight of what truly matters – family and loyalty! Those are things you clearly know nothing about!"

It wasn't the sarcasm that left me gasping; it was the empathy in Jimmy's voice as he responded, "Family and loyalty? Is that why you abandoned me when I needed you the most? Where were you when I was struggling with my own demons?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so controlling all the time, things would have turned out differently! Maybe I wouldn't have felt suffocated and trapped!" Jey's face showed a tear rolling down, revealing the pain he had been carrying.

In an unexpected turn, Jimmy resorted to gaslighting, saying, "Maybe if you had listened to me instead of pushing everyone away, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. It's always about Jey Uso and his problems!"

Jey was now openly crying, feeling hurt and betrayed by his own brother. He spoke with raw emotion, "Our family was never truly united in the first place! We were always living under your shadow, Jimmy. I'm tired of being second best!"

"Don't blame me for your mistakes! You're the one who made choices that led us here. And now our family is torn apart because of it!" Jimmy retorted, his frustration evident.

"This is not about being better than me. It's about you tearing apart everything we've worked so hard to build together – our legacy!" Jey exclaimed, his voice breaking with sadness.

"Our legacy? Our legacy died a long time ago, uce," jimmy concluded. Jey drops the microphone and surprising everyone with a sudden superkick to Jimmy. The match had begun, signaling the start of a fierce battle between the brothers in the ring.

-20 minutes later-

As the wrestling match reached its climax, the crowd held its breath in anticipation. The familiar "1-2-3" echoed through the arena, and to everyone's surprise, Jey emerged victorious. A wave of excitement washed over the spectators, including myself, as cheers filled the air. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the moment.

Rising to my feet, I joined in the thunderous applause, applauding Jey's hard-fought triumph. The wrestlers slowly made their way out of the ring, each one leaving behind a trail of sweat and determination. Tracy, my companion for the evening, leaned over and reminded me that there was still one more match to come. With Jey's victory behind us, I finally had the chance to take a much-needed bathroom break.

In the midst of a bustling crowd, I found myself navigating through the throngs of people, trying to make my way to my destination. It was in this chaotic environment that an accidental collision occurred, causing me to bump into a woman. Unfortunately, the impact resulted in the contents of her cup splattering all over my pristine white top. Frustration welled up within me, and I couldn't help but mutter an expletive under my breath.

The woman, whose blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, immediately reached for a napkin, attempting to rectify the situation. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," she began, her voice filled with genuine remorse. Before she could even finish her sentence, I interrupted her with a dismissive response, assuring her that it was no big deal. We exchanged a few polite words, and I couldn't help but notice the black shirt she was wearing, emblazoned with the word "mami." The top seemed to be tailored to accentuate her ample bosom, which appeared to strain against the fabric.

As I ventured into the hallway, my eyes were immediately drawn to the row of doors stretching along its length. Each step I took was accompanied by a nagging question, "Why were they staring at me like that?" It was as if their gazes held a hidden secret, one that I was desperate to uncover.

The uncertainty gnawed at me as I continued down the corridor, my mind racing to find an explanation. Could there be something on my face? I hurriedly wiped my hand across my cheeks, hoping to remove any potential blemish. But as I glanced at my reflection in a nearby mirror, I realized that my appearance seemed perfectly normal.

Still perplexed, my attention shifted to my shirt. I looked down, only to discover that it was immaculate. The fabric was unblemished, and yet the stares persisted, leaving me bewildered and self-conscious.

As I stood there, faced with three potential doors, my hope was that the one on the left would lead me to a much-needed bathroom. With a mix of curiosity and determination, I reached out and grasped the knob, ready to discover what lay behind it. As the door swung open, the room revealed itself - a dimly lit space with a comforting warmth. Instantly, I knew this was not the bathroom I had hoped for.

Despite my initial disappointment, I couldn't help but wonder if there might still be a bathroom hidden somewhere within this mysterious room. Part of me was tempted to give up the search and move on, but another part urged me to press forward, to see what other surprises awaited me.

In the absence of a visible light switch, I refrained from illuminating the room. Consequently, I cautiously navigated through the dimness to access an adjacent space. My hand landed on the wall beside me, and serendipitously, I discovered the elusive switch. As the room came into view, I observed the presence of essential bathroom fixtures - a toilet, sink, and shower.

As I finished my business, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. Removing my shirt, I rinsed it under the sink, soaking it in the cool water. My frustration grew as I muttered under my breath, "Literally fucked up my Calvin Klein shirt."

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat as I realized there was someone else present. Fear crept in, and I instinctively switched off the light, hoping to conceal my presence. The darkness enveloped me, and I whispered to myself, "Oh shit... is someone else here?"

In that moment, I contemplated how to handle the unexpected situation. Perhaps I could play it off with an excuse like, "Sorry, I was just looking for a bathroom." The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I prepared for whatever may come next.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I was met with darkness that enveloped the entire room. The intruder, if there was one, had intentionally left every light off. It was my cue to move swiftly towards the exit, praying that I wouldn't stumble upon any obstacles and give myself away. With cautious steps, I began to navigate my way through the darkness, when suddenly, an exasperated curse escaped my lips. How could I have forgotten something so crucial? My shirt still lay abandoned in the bathroom, leaving me half-naked and resembling a bizarre fan.

I spun around in a hurry, only to be met with a forceful impact. Someone had bumped into me, leaving me momentarily stunned. Fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. "Who you? And what you doing in my dressing room?" I was taken aback. It dawned on me that I had inadvertently stumbled into a wrestler's private domain. Panic washed over me as I processed the situation. "And why don't you have on a shirt?" the man interrogated. Nervously, I stuttered, "I...I was looking for a restroom, and I needed to rinse my shirt. Someone spilled their drink on me...".

As the light flickered on, my gaze met his, and a wave of unease washed over me. It was Jey Uso standing before me, a figure admired by many. However, it wasn't simply his celebrity status that made my heart sink; it was the overwhelming presence he exuded. Straightening my posture, I stammered, "sorry for being all up on your personal space."

His unwavering gaze locked onto mine, not a single blink to break the intensity. "You good. I'll get you a shirt," he replied, before turning towards his closet. As he busied himself, I took a moment to survey the room, absorbing the details.

The space was a reflection of Jey Uso's character – bold and vibrant. Wrestling memorabilia adorned the walls, showcasing his journey and achievements. The room seemed to pulsate with energy, each item holding a story of its own.

My eyes wandered to a shelf displaying trophies and accolades, symbols of his dedication and hard work. Each one represented a triumph over adversity, a testament to the resilience required in the world of professional wrestling.

As I continued to explore my surroundings, I couldn't help but notice the meticulous organization of his wardrobe. Rows of neatly arranged attire, each piece seemingly chosen to reflect his vibrant personality. The colors and patterns mirrored the charisma he exuded in the ring, capturing the attention of fans worldwide.

A sense of authenticity permeated the room, reminding me that behind the persona of Jey Uso was a genuine individual. Despite his fame and success, he remained humble and approachable, willing to lend a helping hand to a stranger who stumbled upon his domain.

Returning with a shirt in hand, Jey Uso broke the silence, his voice warm and friendly. "Here you go. It might be a lil big though," he offered, extending the garment towards me. Grateful for his generosity, I accepted the shirt with a nod of appreciation.

Dressed in a blue shirt adorned with the word "yeet," I could sense his intense gaze fixated on me. Feeling a sense of urgency, I quickly commented, "Umm, thanks, I should probably leave now." Just as I was about to turn around and make my way towards the exit, he unexpectedly reached out and grabbed my wrist. With a hint of confusion in his voice, he inquired, "Don't you want to wait for your shirt to dry?" It occurred to me that leaving my Calvin Klein shirt behind in the dressing room of a charismatic professional wrestler would not be the wisest decision. Realizing this, I reluctantly agreed, "Yeah, I guess I'll wait."

He gestured towards the couch, invitingly. "We can sit and talk if you'd want. I aint got nun else to do for the rest of the night," he offered. Jey Uso's unexpected invitation to sit and talk, even though I was only half-dressed and he had intruded into his personal space, left me feeling a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement and made my way over to join him on the couch.

Jey sauntered over to a small table by the door, casually pouring himself a glass of Hennessy. Turning to face me, he took a hearty swig from his glass before posing a question. "So, you come to these shows often?" he inquired. Unsure whether to fib or be honest, I opted for the latter. "Nope, this is actually my first time. I'm here with my best friend Tracy," I replied. He slid into a seat next to me, our knees nearly brushing against each other. "The girl who was screaming beside you?" he asked. "Yep, that's her," I confirmed. "By the way, I never properly thanked you for being my personal trainer three years back," I admitted. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "Nah, don't worry about it. You still look like you're in great shape." I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's good to see you again, though," he remarked. "Definitely. If I ever need a personal trainer again, now I know where to find you," I teased. "I mean, I'm all over the place, flying in jets and whatnot. New York, South Carolina, Florida," he boasted, spreading his legs a bit.

Leaning forward in my seat, I couldn't help but ask, "What exactly caused the whole beefing between you and your brother?" He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to share his story. "A few months ago, I had a golden opportunity to dethrone the Tribal Chief and claim the title of WWE Undisputed Universal Champion. It was a defining moment that was brutally snatched away from me by none other than my own flesh and blood, my twin brother," he revealed, his voice tinged with pain. Restlessly, he began to fiddle with his wrists, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. "The betrayal cut deeper than you can imagine. I had no choice but to walk away."

"I didn't know you had to go through all of that, but I'm glad you're out of that situation," I said. Jey smirked and chuckled softly, "Yeah, just some family issues and shit," he agreed. He leaned back on the edge of the sofa, taking deep, calming breaths. This vantage point offered me a better view of him – his glistening abs, intricate tribal tattoos, and the sleekness of his black leather pants. I couldn't help but find it all incredibly enticing. As he lifted his head back up, he apologized, "my bad, I'm just a bit tired," he whined.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Surprisingly, it was Ivan calling. I sighed, wondering what he wanted this time. Reluctantly, I answered the phone, my tone tinged with annoyance.

"Hello? What do you want, Ivan? I told you I couldn't talk because I'm busy," I said, my frustration evident.

"You never have time for me, and now you're mad because I'm calling? Get a grip," Ivan retorted.

"Get a grip? I've told you hella times that I don't want nothing to do with you. Yet you continue to slither back into my life like the snake you are," I snapped back, my anger boiling over. Before Ivan could respond, my friend Jey snatched the phone from my hand. He looked at me, puzzled. "Who is this?" he asked. "It's my ex," I replied, my face buried in my hands, feeling the weight of the situation.

Jey raised the phone to his ear, his voice devoid of sympathy. "look, I don't know what's going on, but she dont wanna talk to you, uce. So get off her phone," he stated firmly. He handed the phone back to me. "Hang up. Now," he commanded. Feeling the weight of Jey's words, I obediently ended the call. Collapsing back onto the sofa, I tossed my phone onto the table beside me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath. "When is this ever going to end?" I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

Jey gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. He stood directly in front of me, his presence calming. "It'll get better, trust me. I've been through some similar shit. And how old are you again?" he asked, trying to offer some perspective. "I'm 24," I replied, wiping away my tears. "See, you're still young. I bet in a few years, hell, maybe even months, you'll forget he even exists," Jey reassured me, his words carrying a glimmer of hope.

Jey delicately approached me, his touch as soft as a whisper, tenderly wiping away my tears. Despite his outward appearance, a sense of warmth emanated from him, revealing the gentle nature of his heart. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and in that moment, I was utterly captivated by his presence. There was an irresistible charm about him, a magnetic allure that stirred a deep longing within me, an insatiable desire that refused to be ignored. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, a yearning to possess every part of me. With genuine concern etched on his face, he softly asked if I was alright, and I could only offer a silent nod in response. As he leaned back, a deep inhale filled his chest, and I couldn't help but notice a restlessness in his movements, a struggle to rein in his own desires. The ache in my abdomen intensified, intensifying the yearning to be enveloped in his embrace until it became almost unbearable.

In a daring and audacious move, I found myself straddling him, overcome by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air crackled with electric anticipation as I whispered sensually, "Can you feel it? The weight of my body pressed against yours." His response, a throaty moan, “i- i cant concentrate with you on me like this.”

Inching closer, my lips tantalizingly brushed against his, igniting an inferno of longing for the taste that awaited him. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire that reached a crescendo with a shared gasp. The room hung in suspended silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of our labored breaths.

With a tender caress, he pressed his lips fervently against mine, setting ablaze an insatiable hunger within him, mirrored by the fervor that consumed me. Our mouths became a battlefield of passion, a dance of devouring where he hungrily savored the essence of my being, leaving us both breathless and yearning for more.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open, revealing Jimmy's presence. Startled, I quickly rose to my feet, while Jey sat up, clearly taken aback. Jimmy wore a sly grin, leaving me utterly perplexed as to the reason behind his amusement. "Aye bruh-. Yo ass in hee gettin freaky and shit," he chuckled, "the tribal chief wanna talk to you, bro."

Jey retorted, uninterested, "I don't want to talk to him or you, so get out my shit." Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating his response. "Listen, bruh, if Roman shows up, you know he's gonna start some shit, right?" he warned, slowly advancing towards Jey. Resolute, Jey stood up and made his way to the door. "ight, I'll be right back, and don't touch my shit. When i get back, ion wanna see yo face nomo after this," he emphasized before the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with Jimmy.

In the midst of Jey's dressing room, I found myself engulfed in a wave of shyness, apprehensive about the shirt I was wearing. The piercing gaze of Jimmy Uso seemed to burn into my very core. "So, you and Jey, huh? Something going on?" he inquired. It would be sheer madness to assert any sort of connection given that I had only reunited with the man today. Responding with a simple "yes" or "no" would hardly suffice, especially when I was merely borrowing his shirt and our interaction had been limited to a fleeting kiss. My mind drew a blank, struggling to conjure up any suitable response. Before I could gather my thoughts, Jimmy impatiently snapped his fingers, urging me to speak. "Come on, use your words, baby. You're a woman," he added. Flustered, I managed to stammer, "I... No," attempting to put an end to any misconceptions.

He approached me, his question hanging in the air. The one I had been dreading, hoping it wouldn't arise, finally did. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my response. "We only recently reconnected after three years," I replied. Jimmy furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed. "So, in other words-" I interrupted him, not willing to hear the rest of his sentence. "Please, don't say it. I don't want to hear it," I snapped. Jimmy chuckled softly, his curiosity evident. "Say what?" he inquired. "Something along the lines of 'so you sleep with people you've just met again after 3 years?' And if that was your question, then no, I don't," I retorted, my anger starting to bubble to the surface. "Honestly, this was a mistake. I don't even know why I'm still here. Is it already 11 PM?" I shouted, frustration seeping into my words. "Actually, it's 12 AM," Jimmy added, trying to provide some clarity. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand, realizing my mistake.

"The hell you mean a mistake?" Jey Uso's voice caught me off guard, not because it was particularly loud, but because I hadn't realized he had been listening. I cursed under my breath, realizing that he must have overheard some of the terrible things I had said. Memories of our long conversations about life, his stories about his family, and the time he stood up to my ex-boyfriend flooded my mind. It was all too overwhelming, and I found myself at a loss for words. "Um, nice to meet you, uh…” “Y/N," I stammered, desperately trying to regain my composure. "Yeah, nice to meet you, Y/N. See you later, uce," Jimmy chimed in before leaving. "Leave faster," Jey added, his tone sharp.

Jey's gaze remained fixed on me, unrelenting and piercing. I stood there, enveloped in a heavy cloak of silence, burdened by guilt and shame. It was clear that a mere "I'm sorry" wouldn't suffice in this moment, so I decided it was best to gather my belongings and make my exit. As I reached for my phone on the table, I could feel the weight of the tension in the room. The short walk to the bathroom to retrieve my shirt felt strangely disconnected, as if I were moving through a dream. When I returned, Jey was still planted by the door, their eyes never wavering from my figure.

In a swift motion, I hastily discarded the shirt he had given me. But before I could even think about slipping into my now dampened garment, Jey abruptly approached me, snatched the shirt from my grasp, and carelessly flung it to a corner. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he uttered, "Seeing me was a mistake, huh?" Stammering, I attempted to explain myself, but my words were cut short as Jey forcefully pressed his lips against mine. His fervent desire was evident as he sought to entangle our tongues, engaging in a passionate struggle for dominance. Breaking away from the intense kiss, he questioned, "Was kissing me a mistake?" Trembling, I managed to utter a feeble denial before Jey's hand forcefully struck my rear, causing me to whimper in pain. "Speak up, ma, I can't hear you," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm...I'm sorry, Jey!" I whimpered, my voice filled with remorse. Yet, even as he maintained his unwavering gaze, he coldly declared, "Sorry won't fix this."

He pressed his hungry lips against the soft curve of my neck, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both. Each kiss was a tantalizing blend of urgency and tenderness, leaving a trail of electric sensations in its wake. His tongue, like a skilled artist, traced delicate patterns across my skin, awakening a symphony of desire within me.

"You looked so fucking good tonight," he breathed, his voice dripping with unbridled lust. The way he spoke, filled with raw desire, made my heart race and my body ache for his touch. "That tight ass Calvin Klein shirt hugged yo curves, teasing me, tempting me. And those black leather pants...fuck, you driving me wild." My toes, painted in pristine white, became a symbol of my surrender, a visual feast that intensified his longing.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as his mouth continued its exploration, his lips tracing a path of pleasure along my sensitive skin. His voice, deep and seductive, sent delicious shivers dancing down my spine, heightening my senses to new heights. "No wonder Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off you," he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire, fueling the flames of our passionate encounter.

"But...wait," I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as I struggled to regain composure. "I have to make sure my friend made it home...I can't leave her alone." "She can wait," he growled, his voice filled with a primal urgency that mirrored the burning hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his desire, his longing for me, drowned out any rational thoughts. In that moment, nothing mattered except the intoxicating connection we shared. The world around us faded into oblivion as our bodies entwined, consumed by an insatiable craving that could no longer be denied.

In the midst of the electrifying moment, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. He had a point - she was indeed a mature individual capable of tantalizing patience. However, a delicious sense of guilt danced seductively within me. Jey raised his head, locking his smoldering gaze with mine. With a touch as tender as a feather, he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, while teasingly nibbling on his own. His hands, filled with a hunger that matched my own, embarked on an audacious journey, venturing upwards and reaching the edge of my pants. In one breathtakingly swift motion, the buckle came undone, a symphony of desire echoing in the room as the sound of fabric hitting the ground nourished our escalating passion. Jey wasted no time, driven by an insatiable desire that consumed him, as he effortlessly removed my underwear, leaving my vulnerability exposed to his voracious longing.

As he descended to the floor, his eyes locked onto mine, now level with my most intimate sanctuary. A tidal wave of desire crashed over me, drowning me in the intoxicating realization of the depths of his insatiable lust.

I locked my eyes onto him, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. Speech escaped me, replaced by a wordless gasp as a jolt of electric pleasure surged through every inch of my being. My mouth formed a breathless "oh my god," a testament to the overwhelming ecstasy that his tongue, so skillfully and tenderly, bestowed upon my most sensitive area.

His lips embarked on a seductive journey, planting sensual kisses along the smooth expanse of my inner thighs, teasingly inching closer to the pulsating core of my desire. With every tantalizing touch, the fire within me grew, an inferno consuming all reason and inhibitions. He knew exactly how to push every boundary, how to unravel the deepest recesses of my pleasure.

Our eyes met, his questioning gaze filled with a mix of longing and hesitation. In that moment, I realized that this forbidden indulgence was a precarious path we were treading. But as my chest heaved with unquenchable longing, the undeniable truth washed over me. This desire, this primal need, was not a misstep; it was a plunge into the abyss of unadulterated bliss.

“Is tasting you a mistake?” he asked. With a voice thick with desire, I moaned in response, affirming what our bodies had already declared. "No, it's not." And in that instant, all doubts vanished, replaced by an unyielding hunger that consumed us both, fueling the flames of passion that burned brighter with each passing moment.

jeys tongue flicked my clit again before he began to slurp me over and over, making a wet mess. My hands found their way to his silky soft damped hair, and I gave it a squeeze. “You taste so good ma,” he said. My head fell back as I began to moan a bit louder. “Eyes. on. Me,” he demanded. I did as I was told, I lifted my head and made eye to eye contact with him. God, the view was so beautiful, I watched his tongue disappear into my cunt over and over. In the midst of our passionate embrace, I reluctantly let out a sigh as he gently disengaged. My hand instinctively cradled his cheek, urging him closer for a more intense kiss.

Slowly, we moved backward towards the inviting comfort of the couch, his gentle guidance ensuring our seamless transition. With a soft thud, we both collapsed onto the cushions, his weight comfortably resting upon me. As our lips finally parted, a shimmering trail of our combined desire lingered, connecting us in the most intimate of ways. I could feel his thick bulge through his pants. As he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of our joint fluids trailed to one another. He thrusted his hips into me, “tell me what you want mama,” he spoke, following a hiss. My breath was so shaky, “i want you, please, please jey.” he pulled his pants down along with his boxers with one hand. His mouth slammed onto mine once again.

As his cock rubbed against my sensitive folds, I couldn't help but whimper his name. "Please Jey," I begged, my body craving his touch. He slid into me with ease, and I let out a thick moan as my back arched. "So big," I stuttered, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was bringing me.

With each thrust, he grew deeper and deeper inside me, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. "Shit ma, you grippin me so good," he groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. He lifted his head to look at me, his voice low and husky. "Is. Fucking. You. A. Mistake?" he asked, each word followed by a deep and hard thrust. I couldn't help but whine as my toes curled, my body on the brink of release. "N-n. Fuck!" I managed to stammer out, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

His movements grew more erratic, more primal, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "This is my pussy, ma, you hear me? Mine. You know this shit was never a mistake," he grunted, each thrust driving him deeper inside me.

I whimpered, lost in the sensation of him claiming me in such a raw and intimate way. "It's all yours, Jey. I'm sorry," I cried out, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and remorse.

He continued to move inside me, his pace relentless as he sought his own release. I could feel myself spiraling towards another climax, my body aching for the sweet release that only he could give me.

And then, as he pounded into me with an intensity that bordered on obsession, we both reached the peak of ecstasy. I cried out his name as I came, my body trembling with pleasure.

He followed suit, his own release sending him over the edge as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, breathless and spent, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

In that moment, I knew that what we had was special, that the connection between us ran deeper than mere physical desire. And as he held me close, I knew that I was his, just as he was mine. Our hearts beating as one, our bodies in perfect harmony.

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley X GN!Reader

Word Count: 1600± Warning: Profanity Summary: Simon was not feeling great and he was feeling suspicious about your new neighbour, so you saved him the trouble of cleaning up the warpaint on his face.

A/N: Call me a crybaby because I'm still upset that the last chapter of this series did not make it into the tags, so here's another one. In case you missed it, here's what happened last time.

It was almost sundown. As you were entering the building that you lived in, someone held your elbow. Stopping and looking back, you saw the skull masked man that was your neighbour. Friend. Almost boyfriend. Whatever.“Simon,” you smiled. “You’re home.”

Simon only looked at you for some time. He then moved his hand from your elbow to your hand. By the next second, Simon continued walking and now you had to walk with him.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“There,” Simon answered.

“There?” you repeated.

“You’ll see,” Simon nodded once.

“You’re kidnapping me,” you stated.

“No,” Simon said. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Then, you’ll be all alone doing whatever it is you planned,” you replied.

“I wouldn’t go if you don’t,” Simon sighed.

You smiled at that.

“Now, will you go?” Simon asked.

“Sure,” you said. “I trust you.”

Looking at you, Simon took your hand out of his pocket and pressed the back of your hand to his lips. He put your hand down and rested his hand on your further shoulder.

The two of you entered a pet store.

Smiling, you looked at Simon.

“What? I can’t go home empty handed,” Simon said.

“You like that cat, huh?” you concluded.

“The cheeky bastard got my name, I should at least take your responsibilities of him away from you while I’m here,” Simon sighed.

Simon did not wait for you to say anything. He proceeded to walk himself to get some cat food and treats. You were following him all the way.

After finishing your business at the store, the two of you returned to your flat building.

As you were opening the door to your flat, the door next to you opened and stepped out a man.

“Y/N,” he greeted with a cheerful smile.

“Hey,” you greeted back.

“You must be Ghost,” he said with a thick Russian accent, looking at Simon.

Simon only looked at him and it was worrying because he looked like he might strike the neighbour down.

“Oh, this is Peter’s new roommate, Ivan,” you informed

“We haven’t met before,” the Russian continued. “Peter and Y/N told me about you.”

There was a pause.

“Fuck off,” Simon said before pushing you into your flat.

Once the door closed, you immediately heard the familiar meow of Ghost the cat as he rushed towards the door.

“Come here, you little bastard,” Simon said as he knelt to eventually pick up the cat.

“He was being nice,” you pointed out.

“I don’t trust Russians,” Simon said, holding the cat with one arm and petting him with his other hand. “Not right now.”

“Why?” you asked.

Instead of answering, Simon put the cat down as well as the shopping bag that he brought. Ghost meowed in protest. Simon stood in front of you, resting his hands on your waist.

Simon pecked your lips through his mask.

“We’re alone,” you said.

“Are we?” Simon replied.

Who could blame him for a little bit of caution? Maybe Simon had faced such an enemy that he would rather not take chances anymore. He would not even tell you his birthday, he would definitely not tell you why he distrusted the neighbour.

It should feel lucky that Simon trusted you at all. The more you learned about him, the more you understood why he was very private yet you still did not know much about him.

Simon had sometimes finally replied to your texts. Instead of leaving you on read, he replied with a skeleton emoji. Even more rarely, he would send a good morning or good night text at the wrong hour.

However, every time you sent him a photo or a chain of photos of Ghost the cat, Simon would always respond with a middle finger emoji or a middle finger emoji followed by a skeleton emoji. Even sometimes a picture of him flipping the camera off.

“Well, if you count Ghost in, we’re not alone,” you said.

Your smile melted when Simon still only looked at you and his eyes were showing the thinnest bit of worry and caution.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Sighing deeply, Simon moved his hand to cup your face. He brushed your cheekbone with his thumb a few times before letting you go.

Simon returned his attention to Ghost and picked the cat up.

“Honestly, Simon, it’s kind of freaking me out that you’re being like that and not telling me shit,” you said.

“Don’t worry, love, it’s the mission talking,” Simon said, one hand scratching the cat’s chin.

You still looked at him in worry and even though he did not show it, Simon felt a little bad because of that.

Stepping closer to you until he could rest his forehead on yours, Simon said, “I’m sorry. It’s been a bad few weeks.”

Well, it was shown by how he was acting so far. Hell, even the way he stood was different. He was more tense and he was swallowing more words than he should have.

“You wanna talk about it?” you offered. “You know what, just… go sit down and I’ll make you some tea and maybe we can talk about it if you want to or just sit and have tea.”

“Sounds lovely,” Simon nodded.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Ghost the cat let out a meow.

Simon stepped back and took your hand. He brought your knuckles against his lips.

If you thought you could get used to not feeling his lips on your skin, you were wrong. Once he put his lips on you, feeling his mask instead of his skin felt different. They were just there, but hidden.

The gesture was much appreciated, of course. Besides, Simon seemed to have made a habit out of holding your hand and kissing it.

The two of you separated ways. You went to the kitchen to get some tea and Simon went to your sofa with Ghost.

Putting the furry beast on his lap and placing a hand on the cat to keep him still, Simon ran his other hand through the ditches of your sofa. He looked around, searching for anything that looked misplaced or wrong. He peeked under the cushions, on the table, maybe anything on the walls.

Simon had a pretty nasty deal with Russian mobs the last few weeks and he did not fancy the fact that there was one who just moved in next door recently. It would be unfortunate if the new neighbour was a spy or something and was out to get either you or him.

If there was a bug in this flat somewhere, that would mean that Simon put you in danger. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you.

Better be safe than sorry.

Simon would also check his own flat for bugs. Hell, he would have to tell the squad about it and maybe Laswell would reinforce a few people to search both your flats as well as looking at that new kid’s record.

However, so far, the only threat he found was Ghost because he saw that the cat had destroyed parts of your sofa.

Eventually, you brought tea into the living room, putting them on the table. You sat yourself next to Simon, letting him take his time. The first few seconds were spent with the two of you looking at one another.

Simon did not want to do it at first and you could see it in the way he was acting. However, he removed his mask and fluffed his hair up with his fingers. When he looked back at you after that, the war paint around his eyes was smudged a little.

“Do you want to clean that up?” you asked.

“I’ll do it later,” Simon said.

“What if I do it for you?” you replied.

Simon raised his eyebrows and tilted his head down slightly before saying, “You don’t have to.”

“I won’t do it if you don’t let me,” you said.

As he was looking down for a moment, there was a little curve on his lips growing.

“I’ll let you,” Simon said.

Without hesitation, you went to get some wipes, maybe some products from your own routine. In less than a minute later, you were sitting on his lap, straddling him.

Simon was keeping the cat at bay in between you both, making sure he was comfortable. He tilted his face up slightly before closing his eyes when you started wiping the paint off his skin.

Starting from one inner corner of his left eye, wiping the paint off to the outer corner. Once that area was cleaned, you moved to the other side before cleaning up his eyelids. His nose bridge was next before his brows.

Eventually, Simon’s hands abandoned the cat and moved to rest on your hips before finally circling his arms around your waist.

Once you were done, you took a few seconds to simply admire his face while you held it in your hands. It might not be possible for a soldier to look well rested, but even then it was still a mystery how he looked so damn attractive.

When Simon opened his eyes, his gaze fell from your eyes to your lips. Just then, he brought himself closer to you and gave you a deep, lingering kiss that you welcomed with open heart.

Once you both separated yourselves from each other, it was just enough that you could look at each other comfortably.

“Pass me that tea, will ya?” Simon said.

“Yeah, just… one thing,” you said.

Simon slightly raised an eyebrow.

You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a tight hug. You felt him tensed frozen, but hoping that when you rubbed your hand up and down his back, he would ease into the hug.

He did soon enough and returned the affection. Simon held you like you could evaporate at any second.

After a while, you both gradually let go of each other. You were back looking at one another.

“Do that more often,” Simon said.

“Yes, lieutenant, sir, I will do as you order,” you smiled.

"Maybe you'd like to help me shave as well?" Simon asked.

"If you let me," you nodded.

"I'll let you alright," Simon hummed.

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OFMD Fix-it Part 2

Ayyy here’s part 2! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1! I read the tags and comments often y’all are too nice ;v; Enjoy all 69 pages! tw for blood and injury

Part one

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Wee john: Fuck yeah! Roach: We took over Blackbeard’s ship!! Frenchie: Oh no! You dastardly pirates are too scary for me! I surrender!!

Stede: All good everyone! Crew: IS IT?? Stede: [gasp] Did you guys take back the ship?? Ed: You’re shitting me Stede: Excellent job, everyone!

Ed: Hey! Stede: Oh, sorry! I look forward to hearing about it! Ed: Please don’t crack your face again Buttons: Were yee crying? Both: WHAT?! No! Ed: I physically cant cry Stede: Why so you keep asking that? Crew: Captain! Stede: WAIT I’m not discouraging this energy, but please be careful of-

Ivan: What do you want us to do with Izzy, captain? Frenchie: OH FUCK THE KNIFE! Swede: PULL IT OUT! Roach and jim: NO!! [schluck] Pete: FUCK PUT IT BACK IN!! Roach and jim: NO!! Ed: Why disturb him? Sleeping so peacefully. I’ll deal with him later [schluck]

Pete: Where’s lucius? Stede: Yes, we’re missing lucius. Ed! Is the boy below deck? Pete: Did something happen? Frenchie: Oh yeah almost forgot! [knocking on the deck] Stede: What’s this, frenchie? Ed: Lucius is dea-

Lucius: OH THANK GOD! I was going mad in that wa-

Pete: Where have you been? Stede: Lucius! Good to see you, my boy! wee john: Cap’n... Lucius: I was hiding in a secret wall I’d found. Frenchie thought I was a ghost for about a week. Luckily the ship was a barnacled mess Frenchie: Still not convinced if I’m bein’ honest. Couldnt believe you’d survived, Stede: Survived? Pete: Why would you be a ghost, babe? Lucius: Because Blackbeard threw me overboard

Ed: A momentary laspe of judgement Olu: Oh shit

Stede: [knocks] Ed? [door unlocks]

Ed: Ship’s yours again. I can be gone- Stede: you’re leaving? Ed: I nearly killed lucius. Aren’t you upset? Stede: Absolutely livid, but you didnt succeed, thankfully! The atmosphere is tense, things are a little unclear, but they’re open to speaking. I’ve forgiven them for planning to kill me! Blows over quite fast, I’m sure- Ed: I’m a terrible person, stede. You don’t even-

Ed: Crew needed me. Wanted to help me. And I chose Blackbeard. All ‘cuz Izzy opened his FUCKING mouth ‘n backed me into a corner! Lucius would see right through it. I didn’t know what else to d- [flinch] Stede: It’s ok

Stede: Blackbeard is how you’ve been surviving. I understand that now. The only reason you were put in that position was because of my poor decisions. I promise I’ll be here no matter what to help us all get through this. Ed: Pull up the chair, I want my knife back Stede: Oh good finally...

Ed: So a big cat, a carriage accident, and a dropped piano? All at once? Fuckin’ hell, mate, you let ‘em have it. Though, I’d go as far to say the cat was too much. Stede: Whaaat? How could you say that about Ned? He did great. Ed: Just BITTER I wasnt there to see it

Stede: I’m sorry you had to do this again. I know you’re still angry...Ed: Wasn’t about being angry... not at first at least. Just felt.... sad. Really fucking sad, Stede. Didn’t know what to do without you here. None of us did. Felt... Like I just wanted to lay down and die Stede: I...I didnt think my absence would be felt this deeply

Ed: Oh shut- You’re not serious Stede: No, I’m serious. Mary and the kids were much happier when we were planning my departure fuckery. I genuinely can’t think of a time where someone missed my presence

Ed: Well fuck everyone else. Was the crew pissed when you said why you left? Stede: Very much so Ed: Then they missed you, cheers [mumble] I sure as fuck missed you Stede: You did? Sorry, Impulse. Ed: Lean up a bit Stede: I hop I can earn your trust back one day

Ed: Well, knowing about that Chauncey fuck makes me less pissed at you. Least you didn’t ditch me ‘cuz you didn’t want me around anymore. Stede: Oh no, I’ve liked you since the day we met. Ed: You did look hot bleedin’ out on the deck of that spanish ship. Stede: I’m choosing not to unpack that at this moment. Ed: All done up you go! [loud closed-mouthed scream] [ed repressing laughter] You good? Guts still in? Stede: [strained]I think so Ed: Lean on me til it passes

Thanks, did you sew me up the first time? Ed: Nah, that was fang Stede: That fang, beautiful work Ed: Go lay down. I gotta clean up your blood Stede: Again, sorry

Ed: If you apologize one more time for being stabbed, I’ll stab you again Stede: But it led to so much character development last ti- I’ll leave you to it then

Stede: Ah, is this my-? What’s it doing under th-

Stede: Forget I- Ed: No, that’s- I mean, it is yours... It doesnt even smell like y- JUST PUT IT ON

S: May I ask you-? E: shoot S: Why did you let me board the ship? E: I was tired of izzy nagging to blast you with the cannons. Kept talkin’ in my ear about you ‘n it just made me angrier and angrier. Got me so amped up to just fucking kill you the moment I saw you again. Thought I'd just be furious, but I felt... giddy? /hated/ that my chest was pounding, that just made me angrier

E: Then you show up with your tits out looking handsome as shit. S: hmmm [olu: One last thing, captain Stede: What is it, olu- RIP] E: I thought of it too. Leaving. Thought I’d get ahead before I disappointed you. Wasn’t itching for adventure, I knew I was in too deep with you S: I always thought I was disappointing /you/. I’m not the most exciting person E: Me?

E: Stede, you’re the boldest bugger i’ve ever met. Ever since i’ve known about you, you’ve made the most batshit ballsy moves. You took those English hostage, you swindled iz to get them back. you told blackbeard to go suck eggs in hell You stood up to the weird twins, to the English navy, to those richies at that party, to izzy, to jack, to ME. You’re the coolest, kindest person I know, Stede. I’m nuts about you. S: … guess I've never seen myself from that perspective E: If anyone else told me that story, i’d have them tied to the anchor for such a bullshit lie, but it’s you, so i believe it. Its as ridiculous as you are.

E: do you think I’ve ever gotten this upset over some quick drunk fuck parting ways? Only you.

S: Why only me, though?

E: You’re the only person that makes me feel… safe? Like I don’t have to be blackbeard 24/7. Most of my old mates were just dickheads who showed up when they wanted something the buggered off

Dont’ gotta worry about you stabbin’ me in my sleep cause i pissed you off. You don’t laugh when I talk about a fine fabric or a pretty looking teacup. I’ve told you things I thought I’d take to my grave because anyone else would throw it back in my face... But not you. I like your fire hazard, secret passage ship, your crew, when you talk about clothes ‘n book ‘n flowers. You don’t act like anyone else but you... And I envy that

Ed: Because it’s you

Stede: No one’s ever thought that about me... I’m sorry. Hah, I feel a bit dizzy. Ed: Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Lay down if you need [stede crying] Stede?

Stede: You’re the first person who doesnt think I’m a burden. My father, Mary, peers- My whole life- That I was selfish for being born [crying] Ed: Again, Stede, Feck ‘em

Stede: Meeting you was the best day of my life. I was so relieved when you- on the beach- Yuo looked so happy, and I destroyed that Ed: shhh

ed: It’ll be ok

Ed: Look at me. You came back

Ed: And that made Ed happ- IZ: EDWARD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! [IZZY YELLING]

Ed:[calm] I’m sorry, Will you excuse me for one moment? Stede: Feel free! Ed: Thank-you [Izzy still yelling] [door slam] rapid steps]

[clattering above] [Izzy screaming] [crew cheering] foot falls approaching]

Ed: Now, where were we? Stede: ....Actually I do wanna know Ed: Let’s say, Bit too tied up to bother us again

[stede huffs a laugh] Ed: You look exhausted, you should rest. Pincushion gets the mattress Stede: oh no, I couldn’t. where are you sleeping? Ed: Perfectly comfortable desk right here. [pained moan] Stede: Right... Ed: Night, Stede

ed: I’ll steal a couch soon. ‘M too old to sleep on desks now Stede: I have no qualms [ed sighs]

Ed: Hey, stede Stede: Mm Ed: Can we.... Can we just forget about the beach and start over?

Stede: I don’t think I can this time, Ed. Ed: Slightly concerned you can forget me almost killing you but not a kiss Stede: I’ve decided to be done with running away from my problems and pretending they never happened. But beyond that, My whole world shifted with that kiss. I can’t ever forget that. The memory alone kept me rowing to get to you again

Stede: We’ve hurt eachother, but I’m more than willing to put in the work to mend it... Which is something I never did with mary. Ed: I wont stab you in the earhole by the way. Got mine out of he way. Stede: Only fair! We’re even now. Ed: But mine was funny [swat] [giggle]

Ed: Last thing, then you can sleep off the stab wound Stede: Oh good... Ed: If Blackbeard was gone for good, would you stay? Lotta folks want the novelty y’ know. ‘S been gnashing at the back of my skull. Stede: I met Ed first not Blackbeard

Stede: ‘M staying forever now. Best friends at first sight. From my point of view at least

Ed:...Olivia... How ya doin’, Iz? Iz: Are you fucking joking? Just tell me what’s going on

Ed: Stede won. Crew took the ship back. I’m staying. Oh and lucius is alive, as you saw. Kid said the ship was so mucked up, he was able to hang on to sneak onto the ship. Thought you handled that way back when? Iz: that fookin- Ed: So i’m giving you a choice.

Iz: Just cut my foot off at this point anything but this. Ed: why can’t you ever just relax, izzy? It doesnt have to go this way, yet you stomp your feet Every. Single. Time. How many years have we known eachother; do you even like my company? Iz: How could you even say that to me? I’ve given my life to you time and time again. And You’re going to let some tart waltz back in and uproot everything we built. Ed: Built what? We’re fucking pirates, mate!

Powertrip’s over. This is it. It was a good ride. Fang: Lucius! You’re missing this shit!! Ed: You may love waiting to end up like... another leather clad, middle aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of his own piss, but you’re not dragging me there with you. So make a choice Iz: You’d really let me walk? Ed: Truthfully, i’d prefer you play nice and enjoy yourself for once. but I’ll give you three options.

Ed: Old way is gone. Either one, accept that and keep it pushin’. Two, I would just let you fuck off, but you’ve proven to be a liability out of my sight, so i’ll have fang cut your talk box, so you never speak stede’s name ever again THEN you can fuck off. And three, more of a clause to one,

Ed: If you go rogue, I’ll make you beg for hell. Threaten anyone on this ship again, You’ll never feel the warmth of the sun ever again

Ed: I’ll let you down if you behave

Iz: [despair sigh] just leave me up here a while longer. ‘S quiet for once. Ed: well alright, take some time to process. let fang know when you gotta piss Lucius: Bad morning? Iz: Yeah, keep staring, twat Lucius: That sounded threatening, right fang? Fang: He’s not above pissin’ on you, kid

Ed: [muffled] breakfast? [smack] Didn’t remember blackbeard snuck into your bed? Stede: No, I remember. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating again. Also, once again, you’ve processed this very quickly

Ed: Were yee seein’ phantoms? Stede: No more guilt phantoms thank goodness. Was getting sick of those buggers. Ed: Love a good phantom. You seem less tightly wound. Glad you’re phantom free

Stede: Took awhile to realize, but This is where I belong. Ed: No fucking shit

Ed: Speaking of, Y’ know, I’ve thought on it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being angry and sad and lonely. Fucking sick of it. Already stabbed you, no sense in wasting time acting mad when I know what I want S: And what is that? E: Wanna be liked and kissed and happy.

Stede: Perfectly reasonable things to- Ed: I also want to be co-captains with the gentleman pirate. [choke] I’m lying in your bed with you, stede. Who do you think’ll be kissing me? The swede? Stede: I didn’t want to PRESUME. Is this a new job role for co-captains? Ed: Is now! ‘S why I promoted you. But you’re still on thin fucking ice. Stede: Poor jim. Promoted in less than a day. Ed: Don’t actually tell jim. They’re super pissed at me Stede: oH Ed: Now, onto couch theft, I’m thinkin’-

Stede: You’ve got some- Ed: I get it? Stede: Not quite, just- Oh- fuck it

Ed: Dastardly man. Diabolical. Definitely not gentlemenly

Ed: Fuckin’ missed you!

End

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Hey guys! This is part 2 to the imagine of Rockys!Daughter x Viktor Drago.

Mature chapter,contains smut.

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The next morning you woke up with a major headache after spending the night crying. You debated looking for a flight back to Philly and avoiding any and all drama. Deciding to just buck up and go to the fight you got out of bed and started your day. Ordering room service you hid out in your room the whole morning until it was time to get ready for the fight.

You walked out of the shower and found an envelope on the floor by the door,picking it up you found a VIP pass and ticket to tonights fight. You already had a seat with Bianca but this seat was front row right next to the ring, leaving you to wonder who would slide this under your door.

You dressed in a black one sleeve jumpsuit,pairing the simple out fit with your gold necklace that your mother had gifted you and a bracelet and hoops to match. You slid into your heels and made your way out,your eyes landing on Buddy,Viktor,and Ivan. You froze in your spot,watching the three men walk towards the elevator. You watched them get in,eyes locking with Viktor before the doors slid shut.

Taking a few minutes to collect yourself you ordered your Lyft to the arena,not expecting the large group of paparazzi outside of the hotel. They started shouting your name,every last one of them asking questions about you,Viktor,and your relationship.

You slid your shades on and pushed your way through the crowd to the car,holding back the tears that threatened to come out. Once you arrived at the arena the same fate awaited you,shoving your way inside you ignored the prying questions and rude comments.

You met up with Bianca,no words exchanged about anything that had gone on. You figured Adonis didn't know,familiar with his avoidance of social media before a fight. That didn't help appease the guilt you felt,feeling like you betrayed your brother in the worst way possible. Adonis may not have been blood but he was family,not forgetting the way the man helped you lift your father up from the pits of despair when he received his cancer diagnosis.

You twisted your rings nervously,stopping when Bianca reached over and grabbed your hands. It was hard for you to ignore the whispers around you,your knee bouncing nervously. You squeezed Bianca's hand,happy to have her support despite everything going on.

You looked up when you heard the booing start,your eyes falling on Ivan leading Viktor into the arena proudly. You watched the broad man walk confidently into the ring,not at all bothered by the booing in the crowd. Soon after Adonis' walk out music started,the lights darkening then flashing in patterns. Everyone cheered Adonis on,you and Bianca standing to clap for Adonis. You glanced at the tickets that had been slid under your door,noticing it would have put you on the other side of the ring. On Viktor's side.

The bell sounded,both men going straight at it. You watched as Adonis landed hit after hit on Viktor,soon Viktor landing a hit on Adonis which he blocked and still went back into the ropes. It was clear that Viktor put his strength into every punch. You watched Viktor back up as Adonis swung,recognizing the baiting tactic as the men moved around the ring. The bell rung as Viktor landed a right hand,the fight hard to watch after just starting.

You watched as Viktor and Ivan traded words,watching Viktor's face contort in anger and determination. Viktor continued to dominate the fight in the second round,you and Bianca on your feet as Adonis fell into the ropes. Adonis struggled to stand,making the count. Soon you watched as Viktor landed two hard right hands to Adonis' rib cage,hearing the rib crack from where you stood. Viktor yelled in triumph as Adonis fell to the ground and yelled in pain,you hoped Adonis would realize that Viktor held the upper hand and the fight would only get worse.

You watched Viktor come out swinging,the ref having to direct Viktor to his corner when Adonis landed a right hand. Duke crossed words with Adonis,soon throwing Bianca a look of defeat when the man refused to quit. Your eyes wandered to Ivan yelling something to Viktor,the man panting and his face contorted in rage as he walked to the center of the ring.

Viktor continued to hit Adonis with his all,landing another strong hit to his rib cage. You watched in horror as Adonis fell to his knees and Viktor swung again even after the ref called it. Your heart raced as you made your way to the ring,shoving people out of your way as you reached Adonis and began to look him over. You felt his broken ribs,the man not stirring at your touch.

"Call 911."You directed,feeling his faint pulse as you tried to awaken the man.

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You were with Bianca as the doctor informed her of Adonis' condition,a nurse informing both of you of a visitor.

"Dad."You whispered,hugging him quickly.

He hugged Bianca after,whispering to her softly.

You watched from the door as Rocky spoke to Adonis,the young boxer becoming upset quickly. You knew Adonis' pride was strong,your heart breaking when his words clearly hurt your fathers feelings. You left with him,hugging Bianca as an apology.

You agreed to go with your father back to Philly,asking him to wait in the lobby as you packed your bags. You made sure to collect all of your belongings,walking out to find Viktor talking to Ivan in the hallway. He moved to follow after you as you pushed the button to the elevator only seeing Ivan hold him back when you turned as the elevator doors shut.

Your father tucked you into his chest as you walked out of the hotel,the reporters yelling questions at the two of you as you got into the car. The train ride to Philly allowed you time to sit in your thoughts,nothing becoming clear the more you thought about things.

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Time passed and you watched a fight Viktor was in,the interview that followed making you shiver. They talked about his loss which Viktor corrected as a disqualification,the Russian declaring a challenge to Adonis yet again. Max Kellerman asked him about his involvement with you,Viktor only answering by saying that there was nothing to tell and he was focused on his wins. You sighed as you turned the TV off,clearing up your coffee table.

Days later you had finished up your last shift of the week at the hospital,glad to be helping out in the ED as they were short staffed. You were a general surgeon,enjoying the days in the OR but there was something about the chaos in the ED helped you forget about the chaos of your own life. People had finally stopped asking about your involvement with Viktor,now resorting to whispering when they thought you couldn't hear.

You had various candles lit around your apartment,a glass of wine on your coffee table. You frowned at the multiple nail polish colors you had set out,your self care routine interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Coming!"You yelled,sighing as you wondered who could possibly be at your door at this time of night.

You shivered as you pulled the door open,gasping when you looked up to find the large man standing at your door. He waved,a shy look on his face.

"Viktor."You whispered,chewing on your lip nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you."He said,hands in his pockets. "I have no one."

"What happened? Are you okay?"You neared him,looking him over quickly. You could tell he had something heavy weighing on his mind,feeling for the large man who was clearly torn.

"Can we talk?"He asked,smiling when you looked at him with concern.

"Yeah."You nodded,opening the door wider for the large man to step through. "Come in."

The large man made your small home feel even tinier,his eyes looking around the dark room that was mostly lit by the candles.

"I interrupt?"He asked,following you to your living room.

"No,just having a little self care night."You shrugged,turning to him.

"Self care?"He parroted,his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah,helps me relax."You gestured to the masks you had used and the lotions you used for a self foot rub after you finished doing your nails.

He nodded,walking up to a picture on one of your shelves. It was a picture of you with your dad in the ring at Mickys gym,you were only about 4 when your mother took the picture of you "training" with your father.

"Very cute."Viktor pointed,turning to you with a smile.

You smiled back,offering him something to eat or drink to which he refused. You gestured for him to sit as you resumed your pondering over what color to choose. He sat next to you,the large man clearly tense.

"Whenever you're ready,I am listening. I just can't decide on a color."You looked at him from the corner of your eye,watching him remove his coat.

"I like."He pointed to a light pink you had on the table,nodding when you picked up the little polish.

"Then it's settled."You hummed,leaning against the arm of the sofa to begin painting your toes.

Viktor grabbed the bottle and pulled your foot into his lap,tilting his head as he focused on painting your nails. "I never tell anyone about this. But I trust you."

"Okay."you nodded,trying not to smile at the image of the large boxer painting your toes a pink color that he had chosen.

"After my father lose fight to your father,"He began,slowly moving the brush to ensure he painted your whole nail. "Things between him and Ludmilla were not very good."

"Ludmilla? Your mother?"You guessed,the name familiar in your household when discussing the aforementioned fight.

"Yes."He nodded,moving on to another nail when he deemed the last one perfect. "She leave him when kicked out of Russia,leaving both of us."

"I'm sorry."You frowned,watching him focus at the task he was currently doing.

He shrugged,continuing with the paint. "I don't see her in years,but few days ago we have dinner in Russia with some people. She is remarried,only appear now after so long."

"And how did you feel when you saw her?"You asked,allowing him to switch to your other foot.

"Angry."He said simply,dipping the small brush into the paint. "Angry,these people turn back to my father now after all this time. Now that I fight and earn my own way they want to be there,like leeches."

"And you're angry at her too."You pointed out,watching his lip raise.

"Yes."He said simply. "I don't know her,she is stranger to me. She abandon me."

"And your father."

He nodded,his pace a little faster now that he was more comfortable. "I hate to see him be with them,we don't need these people. Only there for convenience."

"I understand."You nodded. "Have you ever thought of telling her why you're angry at her?"

He paused,pondering your question as he examined his work. "What good will do?"

"There's a belief."You said simply,placing your feet flat on the floor. "Anger expressed,is anger extinguished."You grabbed the miniature looking nail polish from his large paws,placing it on the table. "You can't carry all of this anger with you forever,you should at least talk to your father. He should know how you feel,you care about his feelings and want to protect him from these people too."

"How I do?"he asked,watching you look at your newly painted toes.

"Very good."You smiled. "Want to become my nail tech?"you asked.

He smiled,playing with his fingers. "I never do that before."

"There's a first time for everything."You nodded,grabbing your wine glass. He watched you sip the wine,seemingly not able to look away from you. "Want to try some?"You asked,not sure if the disciplined fighter drank alcohol.

He nodded,taking the glass from your hand. His left hand cradled the back of your head and pulled your lips to his. You pulled away from the kiss,eyes shut at the feeling that ran through your body.

"Very good wine."He hummed,placing the glass on the coffee table.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes,the Russian boxer pondering your words as you cleared the table and put things away. He watched you move about,enjoying the comfort he felt in your home. Something about the place actually feeling like a home and the warmth not only from the fire, his gaze soft when you shyly sat next to him again.

You rubbed the back of your neck,leaning away from the large man. He watched you silently,tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand,the Russian pulling your legs into his lap.

"You finish your self care?"He asked,his thumb stroking your calf.

You cleared your throat and reached for your lotion,the large boxer taking it from your hands and silently beginning to rub your feet. You relaxed at the soothing of the tension of being on your feet for over 12 hours,Viktor silent as he thought over your last words.

"You think I should talk to her?"He asked,rubbing your feet gently.

"If not her,talk to Ivan. For you,you see people who turned their backs on your father over something that wasn't that detrimental. But to Ivan,this might feel like a chance to win back the things he lost."

He pondered your words for a few minutes,continuing his massaging of your feet and legs as he thought in silence. "That doesn't invalidate what you feel,Viktor. You're feelings aren't wrong."

"How you so smart?"He asked,his hands rubbing higher and higher on your legs.

You shrugged,allowing the large man to kneel between your legs. He rubbed his nose against yours,large hands gripping your thighs to pull your legs around his hips. "Why I feel this way for you?"

"What way?"You whispered,arms wrapping around his neck.

"Happy,trust,free."He whispered back,leaning down to kiss you again.

After a few minutes he sat back up,settling you on his lap. You pulled at his shirt,pulling away to pull the tight shirt off of his body. He leaned against the back of the couch and let you do as you wish,your hands landing on his pecs to steady yourself.

His sparkling eyes met yours,large hands gripping your hips tightly. He noticed your hesitation,thumbs rubbing your hip bones gently. "We can stop."He said softly,moaning when you pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I don't want to stop."You whispered,pulling your shirt over your head. The Russian kissed your neck,hands sliding up your back and unclasping your bra.

"So beautiful."He whispered,tossing your bra to the side. The man reveled in your moans,burying his face straight into your chest. He paid equal attention to each of your breasts,his own hips thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips.

The large man stood and tightened your legs around his thick waist,following your directions to the bedroom. He laid you carefully on the bed,his eyes tracing your entire body. He pulled at your shorts and pulled them off in one tug,quickly hurrying to rid himself of his own shorts when you pulled at them.

The Russian started with methodical kisses at your neck,a slow path down your body makes whispers of his name fall from your lips in breathless moans. He kneeled on the floor,hitching your legs over his shoulders he placed a soft kiss on your wet pussy before diving right in.

He growled when you raised your hips,making note of what it was that pulled the biggest reaction out of you. He flattened his tongue,the thick appendage and the way the man used it to bring you to the edge of bliss. Your hands came to his head,pushing him closer at the feeling of your orgasm nearing.

His large hands gripped your thighs tightly,his tongue lapping at your wetness. He groaned when your nails scraped his scalp lightly,smirking when your moans got higher in pitch when he slid a thick finger inside of you and sucked on your clit.

"Viktor."You panted,legs tightening around his head. "Fuck I'm close."

He sucked on your clit gently,not stopping his onslaught of pleasure. He felt you tighten around his finger,his broad tongue swiping up and down sensually. He made sure to lick up every last drop of your cum,leaving you panting heavily when he pulled away.

"You okay,malyshka?"He leaned over you,licking his bearded lips and still tasting your sweetness.

"Mmhmm."You hummed,eyes shut in bliss.

The large man plopped next to you in all his naked glory,his hazel eyes just watching you lay in bliss. "So beautiful."he twirled a long strand of your hair around his finger.

You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you,a softness in his gaze. You pushed his chest softly,the large man falling onto his back as you wanted. He let you climb on top of him,watching you trail kisses down his sculpted chest. He moaned when he felt your tongue trace up his chest from the bottom of his abs.

Your small hand wrapped around his thick length,stroking him slowly. You kissed his neck softly,nipping at his skin gently. Mapping a trail of kisses down his sculpted chest to his hard length you watched him through hooded eyes as you placed a soft kiss on the head of his dick. His hips jolted,large hand buried into your dark locks when you licked the tip slowly.

"Please."He whimpered,his pleading look causing you to smirk.

"You look so pretty when you beg."You teased,stroking his thick length slowly. "Do it again."

"Please,I need you."He begged again,a soft pout on his lips.

The confidence that you exuded at that moment made his head spin,the man feeling breathless at the feeling of you touching him. If he thought you were beautiful and sexy before, the way you took control now made him see it even more.

You gave in to the man's pretty pleas,slowly taking his thick length into your mouth. His low moan when you swirled your tongue around the head of his dick was the sexiest sound you ever heard,your hand working what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly,the man using his grip to guide your mouth up and down the way he wanted. When you started to take more of his length into his mouth and suck harder he growled,toes curling when he felt he was close to his orgasm.

"Malyshka."He whined,growling when you fondled his heavy balls and almost made him cum right there. He used his grip on your hair to gently pull your mouth off his length,his large hands cradling your face gently. "I need to feel you."

He helped you climb on top of him,his hands resting on your hips as you reached over him to grab something from your drawer. His eyes fell on the condom packet you held up,a coy smile on your pretty lips.

"Make me yours."You whispered,leaning down to bite his lip gently.

The large man flipped you over,growling into the kiss when your nails dug into his biceps. You were too lost in the feeling of his tongue delving into your mouth to notice him put the condom on,your eyes opening when you felt his tip at your warm entrance.

"So tight,malyshka."He groaned into your mouth,slowly inching his thick girth in.

He pulled away from your lips to press his forehead against yours,eyes shut tight in concentration. Your nails dug into his broad back,legs tightening around his hips when he bottomed out. The pleasure of being filled outweighed the burn of the stretch,it had been so long since you'd been with someone and even longer since someone made you feel this good.

"Viktor."You whined,nails scratching red fiery lines down his muscular back. "Please."

"Please what."He teased,nipping your bottom lip gently. He smirked when your answer died right on the tip of your tongue,a deep moan coming out when he slid out of your tight entrance and slowly slid back in.

The large man built a slow and sensual pace,gradually speeding up when your moans slowly grew louder. He loved the way your moans grew louder when he picked up speed, his hand squeezed your thigh and raised your leg higher on his hip. You moaned when his hand slid up your body,large hand coming to lightly squeeze your neck.

He watched your eyes flutter shut,watching your teeth bite your bottom lip in pure pleasure. He loved the way you trusted him with your pleasure,his hand applying the pressure you craved so perfectly.

You could barely focus on the words he whispered as he continued his deep sensual thrusts,his pace slowing drastically to slowly roll his hips into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip softly,a low groan leaving the man when you gently sucked on his thumb.

"My little minx."He smirked,wet thumb stroking your lips softly and smearing your spit across them. "You drive me crazy."

He trailed his lips against your jawline and down your neck,the roughness of his beard brushing against your soft skin making you burn deliciously. With your arms and legs secured tightly around the large man you rolled the two of you over so you straddled him,left hand cupping his cheek.

"More."You whispered,pulling him forward to taste his lips once more. You rolled your hips in a sensual rhythm,biting his lip gently when he gripped your hips to help guide your movements.

He sat up,large hands splayed out on your back. You leaned your forehead against his,nails digging into his strong back. You noticed him controlling his moans,not appreciating the way he tried to avoid making any sounds.

"I wanna hear you."You whispered,tilting his head back to look him in the eye. Your tongue traced his lips,smirking when a deep moan left the large man.

With each movement you felt the bliss of orgasm closer and closer. His moans and yours blended into one beautiful melody,tongues meeting in an infernal dance. You were too lost in the pleasure you were being given to even hear the ringing phone,Viktor ignoring the familiar ring of his phone to focus his attention solely on you.

You felt Viktor's hands everywhere a burning trail of heat following wherever he touched. The large russian planted his feet on the bed,large hands moving to hold your hips in a tight controlling grip. His low growl when he felt you tighten around him made you tremble,your orgasm impending.

"Cum with me."You pulled him closer,chests touching but not feeling close enough to the large man. "Together."

He growled,pulling you impossibly closer. He rolled the two of you over,your head landing on your pillow. Viktor grabbed your knee tightly,the large man bending your leg forward so your knee touched your chest. Your nails dug into his broad back,his thrusts hitting just the right spot every time without fault.

You both came together,a low growl of your name falling from Viktor's perfect lips. You could've cum just from that sound alone,your hands cupping his face to make him look you in the eyes. His hazel eyes met yours,the man swallowing your moan when he planted his lips on yours.

You held onto him tightly,enjoying the warmth that came from his body. He leaned his arms next to your head,his nose nudging yours gently. You smiled softly at him, thumbs stroking his cheeks softly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"He whispered, beginning to pull away when he felt he was leaning his weight on you too much. You tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he was.

"I'm okay,everything's perfect."You pecked his lips quickly,watching his cheeks tinge pink.

"It is."He nodded, pulling you closer before rolling onto his back with you on top of him. You rest your chin on his chest,watching him quietly.

He ran his fingers through your hair, turning to look at you when he felt your eyes on him. He smiled when your eyes met,the man looking very much at ease.

"You look more relaxed."You observed, fingers tracing indiscernible shapes on his chest.

"It's not only because of this."He slid his hand down your side,rubbing your side gently.

"Then what is it?"You asked.

"It's you."He pulled your leg over his, squeezing your knee softly. He leaned down to kiss you,a laugh interrupting the kiss when his stomach growled.

"Hungry?"You sat up,reaching for the clothes the two of you left on the floor. You slid your panties on followed by his shirt,tossing him his boxers after. He laughed and slid them on, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stepped between his legs,hands cradling his face while his gripped your hips. "Come on."You kissed him quickly, turning and walking out of your bedroom.

The giant man followed after you, the sight of him leaning down when he crossed your door making you giggle. He smiled at the sound of you laughing,grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling lightly. "What's so funny?"He questioned, your hands landing on his pecs.

"You're so big."You said simply, biting your lip.

"I thought you like that?"He cupped your ass boldly, squeezing the supple flesh.

"I love it."You whispered seductively,biting his lip gently before pulling away and walking towards your kitchen. You looked through your fridge, only finding the steak you had pulled for tomorrow's dinner.

The Russian boxer sat at your table after insisting you didn't have to make him anything and you waving him off, watching you cook wearing his shirt only. You served the steak with some asparagus and potatoes,enjoying his surprised look.

"Smells delicious."He said as you sat across from him and poured two glasses of wine. He cut into the steak, moaning at the taste when he took the first bite. You watched him eat, enjoying the relaxed and comfortable vibe between the two of you.

He offered you bites of the food, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence as he finished the meal. You picked up the plate when he finished, ignoring his insistence on cleaning up. You washed the plate quickly, leaning into him when he pressed against your backside.

His hands slid up your thighs,pushing his shirt up as he appreciated your soft skin. Your eyes fell shut when he moved your hair over to your right shoulder and his lips planted kisses on your neck.

"Still hungry?"You smirked, pressing your ass into him.

"For you? Always."He answered. He spun you around,wrapping your legs around his waist as he planted you on the counter.

You moaned when his tongue delved into your mouth,his grip tight as he pulled you as close as possible. Your hands slid up his strong arms,sliding up his shoulders,then to his neck. You sighed in bliss when he pulled away and kissed his way down your neck,choosing a spot to lightly suck. Your nails lightly scraped his scalp when he moved to a sensitive spot on your neck,groaning when you heard a phone ring again.

He groaned in annoyance when he recognized the sound of his phone,already imagining who it was. He slid the bottom of his shirt up slowly,long fingers sliding against your smooth skin.

"You should answer it."You whispered,index finger tracing down the chiseled lines of his chest.

"No."He pouted,kissing your fingertip as it traced his lips.

"Go."You nodded towards the loud ringing,pushing him lightly. You hopped off the counter when he gave in,watching him walk towards his phone.

You made your way to your couch,plopping down as he walked back with the miniature looking device in his large hands. "Everything okay?"You asked,pulling your knees to your chest as he sat down next to you. The large man took up so much space,essentially dwarfing everything that he held or sat on.

"My father."He shrugged,placing the phone on the coffee table.

"He doesn't know you're here,does he?"You sat up,nervously chewing on your lip as you thought back to the last conversation you had with the father of the man who currently sat on your couch.

"No."Viktor answered,watching you curiously. "What's wrong?"

You looked away from his intense gaze,not wanting to discuss the conversation in which his father told you you were no good for Viktor and that you should stay away from him.

"Tell me."Viktor pulled you close,index finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"He won't like that you're here,with me."You whispered the last two words,his eyes staring back into yours pulling the words from you. "He told me to stay away from you,that I'm no good for you."

Viktor felt his blood boil,the thought of his father yelling at you and screaming how you're no good for him making him angrier by the minute. He pulled you into his lap,the large man dwarfing you as he cradled you into his chest. You placed your hand on his chest right over his heart,meeting his intense and passionate gaze that made your own heart race.

"He was wrong."He said simply, his simple three words making you melt into his touch. "I wish I didn't have to go back."He sighed, dreading what he would find when he returned home.

"You need to buy a plane ticket."You moved to grab your laptop, helping him secure a early flight out before deciding it was time to go to bed.

"So is it safe to say that you will stay the night?"You said softly, hand sliding down his chest and then grabbing his large hand.

"Do you want me to?"He asked, smiling when you played with his fingers.

You nodded shyly, meeting his intense gaze. He enjoyed the way you were suddenly shy around him, nothing at all like the confident seductress he saw earlier in your bedroom. "Stay."You whispered,holding his hand tightly.

"Of course."He assured,allowing you to stand and pull him up and after you to your bathroom. He accepted the new toothbrush you offered him,watching you perform your night routine for bed and reveling in the mundane action of getting ready for bed was simple yet he enjoyed it so much.

You enjoyed the way the large man took up almost the entirety of your mattress,climbing in after him and pressing your smaller frame right against him. He hitched your leg over his,arms wrapping around you when you laid your head right over his heart. You heard the steady beat of his heart,the sound making you smile.

"You're so warm."You hummed,cuddling into him more. He ran his fingers through your hair,eyes shutting when you let out a sigh of relief.

"I have never done this before."He said softly,eyes shutting when you rubbed his chest softly. You smiled at his words, fingers pinching his chin and turning him to face you.

"Good."You said plainly, kissing him briefly.

"Good?"He asked, brows furrowing.

"Yes,I don't want you to do things like this with anyone else. Only me."You smirked, laying your head back on his chest.

"I don't want to do things like this with anyone else."His thumb rubbed your cheek, hugging you closer. "Only you."

Your hand resumed rubbing his strong chest,wandering to his tense and hard shoulders. He groaned when you rubbed and kneaded the tense muscles.

"You gave me a massage."You hummed,straddling the broad man. You smiled at him when his hands grabbed your thighs,thumbs rubbing the smooth flesh. "Only fair I return the favor."You leaned over and grabbed a lotion,waving it coyly.

"You can do whatever you want to with me,"He grinned,enjoying the thought of your hands on his body. "I'm all yours."

You froze at his words,heart rate picking up tenfold. "You mean that?"

"I do."he affirmed.

You bent down to kiss him,his hands sliding up to cup your supple ass. You moaned into the kiss at the feeling of him softly kneading your firm rear,the boxer taking advantage to slide his tongue past your spread lips.

You pulled away panting,labored breaths mixing with his. "Roll over."You climbed off of him,watching him comply with no hesitation.

Climbing the large man once again you put some lotion on your hands and got to work,kneading the man's tense and strong muscles. He groaned under your small hands loosening his tense muscles,a shiver traveling down his spine when your hands slid down his broad back.

You sat on his firm butt,hands working on his lower back. His low moans when you continued massaging his back made you flashback to the earlier moments the two of you shared right there in your bed. You cleared your throat and focused at the task at hand,moving back up to massage his arms.

Little by little he relaxed further and further,your hands moving to massage his strong arms. After a while you rubbed his tense neck,feeling the large man become more pliant with each pass of your hand. You heard his soft snores a while later,leaning over to find the boxer sound asleep.

You smiled,kissing his cheek softly before moving over to your spot in the bed. You laid your head on your pillow,back facing Viktor as your eyes shut at the peacefulness that fell over the two of you. Your eyes opened when you felt him roll over and wrap his arm around you. Viktor pulled you closer,face buried in the crook of your neck as he pressed closer against your back. You smiled and shut your eyes,quickly falling asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

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The next morning you slid some sweatpants on,keeping Viktor's t shirt on as he instructed. You watched him slide his hoodie and coat on,you mirroring the man's actions. You drove through the cold Philly streets,sighing when you finally arrived at the airport.

You walked in with him,fingers wringing at the thought of not seeing him again. He grabbed your smaller hands,pulling you close to him. It's like he knew exactly what ran through your mind,the same fears plaguing his thoughts.

"I want you to call me,everyday if you want."He said softly,hands cupping your face.

"I don't have your number."Your brows furrowed,words dying on the tip of your tongue when he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"Of course you do."He smirked,leaning his forehead against yours. "I will see you soon. No goodbyes."

"No goodbyes."You affirmed,pulling him in for one last kiss.

"You call."He repeated.

"Everyday."You nodded,smiling at him softly when he turned and walked towards his terminal.

Your shoulders slumped watching him walk further and further away,wanting nothing more than for him to turn back and decide to just stay with you. A sliver of hope rose in your chest when he turned,part of you expecting him to walk right back towards you and tell you to go back to your home with him.

He waved before continuing on,you watching him until you couldn't see him anymore. You turned and made your way to your car,fighting the urge to cry the whole ride home. You successfully made it to your home without crying,stripping down to just the t shirt of his you wore before crawling into bed.

You scrolled through your phone finding the new contact you had no idea how it got into your phone.

Viktor.

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Spin the Bottle

Core Four OT4 - Read on Ao3

I had too much fun with this one! Please enjoy! ^_^

...

Nathaniel’s family home is not as large or ostentatious as the Agreste family manor, but that only means Adrien feels more at ease. The space is wide and open, but still feels like a home rather than a museum. And all his friends are here for a party, which makes it even better.

“Dude! You’re here!” Nino greets, holding out his hand.

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Adrien exclaims, clapping into Nino’s open fist. He may have used a bit of Plagg’s aid to make it, but he knows from bitter experience that no one will miss him until morning, so why shouldn’t he come?

Nino ushers him inside. Rose and Marinette are helping Nathaniel pour snacks into large plastic bowls. The rest of the class - minus Chloe and Sabrina, plus Marc - are circled around Kim and Ivan who are locked in an arm wrestling match.

“Yay! Adrien! You made it!” Mylene says. Everyone else cheers in greeting. Adrien grins back.

“Hey guys!”

Kim looks up then, and in that moment Ivan pounds Kim’s fist into the table. Kim throws a pout at Mylene.

“Is it surprising that I’m here?” Adrien asks Nino quietly.

“I’m not gonna lie, dude. I didn't want to get my hopes up.”

Adrien sighs.

Nino offers him a dazzling smile and Adrien only feels warm. “But I’m always really glad to see you.”

“Me too!” Adrien agrees.

“C’mon Agreste! Welcome to the party!” Kim says, his arms draping over his shoulders. “Want to go up against Ivan in arm wrestling? No one can beat him.”

Adrien isn’t sure that’s a good idea. Some of his miraculous enhanced strength seems to carry over whenever he’s wearing the ring and Adrien doesn’t want to accidentally hurt anyone.

“No? Anyone up for a game of spin the bottle?”

“Spin the what?” Adrien asks.

“Oh, Agreste. You are so deprived,” Alix says.

“Spin the bottle is a kissing game,” Max supplies.

A kissing game?

“I dunno, man,” Nino says, pinching his own shoulder. “I have a girlfriend. Not sure if I should be kissing anyone else.”

Alya waves away his objection. “It’s a silly game! And I’m right here watching.” Then she pauses and turns back to Nino. “Assuming you’re okay with it?”

“Uh… yeah, sure. Levels one and two?”

She nods.

Adrien has no idea what they’re talking about. How could there be levels to a kissing game?

“Then sure! I’m down,” Nino agrees.

“What’s spin the bottle?” Adrien asks again.

Rose giggled, patting the space next to her on the floor. “We sit in a circle with an empty bottle in the middle. Then we take turns spinning it, and then whoever it ends up pointing at we’re supposed to kiss!” She claps her hands together excitedly.

“You game, dude?” Nino asks.

“You ever been kissed?” Alya asks before Adrien can answer.

Heat blooms across his face. “I have,” he says. It wasn’t technically a lie even though he didn’t remember either of his kisses with Ladybug. They happened. They count, right?

Alya smirks. “Great! We won’t go easy on you then.”

Adrien swallows down his nerves. Maybe he should have said he had never been kissed, but he has always wanted to know what a kiss felt like. Maybe this was an opportunity to find out. He takes a seat next to Nino.

The action earns him another cheer from his friends. Then everyone scrambles into motion to find a seat. Nathaniel places an empty soda bottle on the ground. Kim shoves it towards Adrien.

“As the only spin the bottle virgin, you should go first, Agreste.”

Adrien picks up the bottle awkwardly. “I just spin it?”

Rose crawls forward. “Let me show you!” She lays the bottle on its side and twists it around the center, sending it into a spin. “Like this!” She stops it before it slows on its own and hands it back to him.

Adrien spins the bottle. He swallows his nerves, or tries to - but his stomach squirms as the bottle’s nose whips around the circle from classmate to classmate. Who will fate choose for him?

When the bottle cap comes to a stop dead center on Nino, Adrien’s both relieved and somehow more anxious.

His first kiss - not his actual first kiss, but still kinda his first kiss - the first kiss he will remember, will be with someone he deeply cares about.

But Adrien also cares what Nino thinks of him, so what if he’s a terrible kisser?

Nino offers him a reassuring smile, and he relaxes. Adrien glances at Alya for permission, and she just shoos him towards Nino.

Adrien turns to Nino, leaning closer. If his stomach had been squirming before, it now feels like a half dozen Kwamis have taken up residence in his gut. But Adrien doesn’t hesitate. He blocks out the presence of all of his friends watching, and instead focuses on Nino - like Nino is a stage partner in a photoshoot.

Except kissing Nino is nothing like a photoshoot. Nino isn’t some model Adrien barely knows. Nino’s his best friend, one of his favorite people in the whole world with the possible exception of Ladybug, and even then, Adrien’s not sure. And Nino’s lips are soft and warm. Then Nino gasps, and they’re breathing the same air. What would it feel like to explore Nino’s open mouth?

But the sudden whooping and whistles send Adrien scuttling backwards before the kiss can become anything more, frantically searching Nino’s face.

“Woah there, Sunshine,” Alya says. “At least buy him dinner first.”

Adrien’s gaze darts back and forth between Nino and Alya. Nino’s golden brown eyes are wide, but he’s noticeably not smiling. Alya looks like a wolf about to catch dinner and Adrien’s pretty sure he’s the prey.

“D-did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Alya immediately reassures, shaking her head. “You just jumped straight to level three, which you’re totally allowed to do. Established couples do it all the time!”

Adrien’s cheeks burn as he glances back at Nino who was pinching his own shoulder, suddenly not able to meet Adrien’s eyes.

Has he messed up? He and Nino are definitely not an established couple and Nino and Alya agreed to levels one and two only before the game started.

Adrien hopes not.

“What’s level one?” Adrien asks.

“Usually we start with a hand kiss, and then a cheek kiss if you get the same person again. And then on the lips for the third time,” Alya says, grinning at him.

“Any other rules I should know about?”

“Do you want to know what all the other levels—“ Max starts to ask.

“Nope!” Alix interrupts. “That’s it!”

Adrien turns back to the group, and very carefully does not look at Nino, who is sitting right next to him.

Mylene goes next. The bottle lands on Rose, and Mylene gives her the smallest of pecks on her cheek.

Adrien’s face burns hotter at how stupid he was, but he resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. He risks another glance at Nino who immediately looks away.

But Nino had clearly been looking at him. Adrien wishes he knew what that meant .

Did Nino like the kiss? Is he wondering what it would have felt like to let the kiss last longer or go deeper like Adrien is? Or is Nino feeling super awkward and weird that his idiot best friend kissed him on the lips instead of his hand?

Adrien knows what he’s hoping it means, which makes him doubt that could possibly be what Nino is thinking.

Alix goes next, and the bottle points to Marc. Alix approaches, and holds their hand like it’s a treasure. “Marc! Though I’ve loved you more than I’ve loved anyone��“

Marc snorts.

“—I know when our romance is hopeless. Please forgive me! My heart is not strong enough to offer more than this small token.” And she dramatically kisses Marc’s hand to the giggles of everyone looking on before returning to her spot in the circle.

Adrien sits up straighter when Marinette spins the bottle. He feels almost as nervous as he did when the bottle was spinning for him. He’s not sure where he wants the bottle to stop, but when it points to Nathaniel’s knee, Adrien feels strangely disappointed.

Marinette moves, but she’s not even halfway across the circle, when Nathaniel holds up his hands.

“Marinette, I uh… given our umm… history, I’d prefer if you were the one person who didn’t kiss me.”

Adrien opens his mouth to object. Was Nathaniel seriously rejecting the just idea of Marinette in front of all her friends? Anyone would be lucky to—

But Marinette smiles at both Nathaniel and Marc whose hands are suddenly interlaced. “I understand completely. I’ll just spin again.”

This time the bottle lands on Alya.

Adrien is still a little disappointed, but it doesn’t twist his shoulders into knots the way it landing on Nathaniel had. He turns to watch the two girls with interest. Marinette and Alya exchange cheek kisses and then a peck on the lips with a playful “mwah!” before turning back to the group all smiles.

Adrien is jealous of how comfortable they both seem with each other. Nino still will barely look at him.

Alya spins and the bottle lands on Kim. Adrien tenses, feeling oddly protective, though Alya is quick to deposit a kiss on Kim’s hand and it’s over before Adrien can make sense of his feelings.

He’s being ridiculous. Why would it matter if Alya kissed Kim anymore than it had that Adrien had kissed Nino? Like Alya said at the beginning, this is a game . And as Marinette just demoed, even during the game, boundaries would still be respected.

He wishes he thought to ask Nino first if he was welcome.

After they make it all around the circle, a second round starts.

Rose goes first this time. She literally squeals when the bottle lands on Juleka. She’s in Juleka’s lap immediately, her legs wrapping around Juleka’s waist. Their mouths are sliding against one another, revealing flashes of pink tongue between the tiny spaces between their lips. Then their hands . Rose’s fingers are tangled in Juleka’s hair, pulling her closer, while Juleka’s hands are squeezing into Rose’s thighs.

Adrien can’t look away.

“Oh my god!” Alix shouts, smacking the two with a pillow, which barely slows them down at all. “Get in the closet already!”

“The closet?” Adrien echoes.

“Level five is seven minutes in ‘heaven’ where you make out in the closet for seven minutes,” Max says.

Rose giggles as Juleka leads her away.

Then it’s Marinette’s turn again. Her bottle lands on him. Adrien has to remind himself to breathe. This is what he wanted during her first turn, he realizes. For Marinette to kiss him. He licks his lips. What kind of kiss will Marinette choose for him?

His excitement lasts right up until he looks at her. She’s white as a ghost, staring at him with wide blue, very much panicked, eyes. “I umm… I have to go to the bathroom!”

She launches herself to her feet and runs. Adrien watches her retreat.

“Girl!” Alya calls, running after her. “Get your cute butt back here!”

The pleasant fluttering in his gut turns sour.

Sweet kind brave Marinette doesn’t even want to kiss his hand.

Did she dislike him that much?

…

Alya chases Marinette into the kitchen.

She’s never completely understood what it is about Adrien that turns Marinette into a nervous basket case.

And Nino too apparently! She hadn’t missed how flustered Nino became after Adrien’s kiss.

Though she likes it when Nino turns into a flustered mess. They’d have to talk about it obviously, but Alya isn’t even sure what she wants to say yet because she hadn’t wanted that kiss to end so quickly.

She shoves the thought aside. The point is Adrien is as kind and as patient as they come, and starved for love and friendship, both. If there’s anyone Marinette and Nino don’t need to worry about disappointing or accidentally pushing away, it’s Adrien!

“Earth to Marinette,” Alya says when Marinette’s gaze remains distant. “I thought you would want to kiss Adrien.”

Marinette’s forehead clunks against the refrigerator. “I do! Just not like that.”

Alya arches an eyebrow.

“It’s just if he’s going to kiss me I don’t want it to be because a bottle told him to. I want it to mean something! I want him to want to kiss me.”

“Marinette, did you see his face?!”

Marinette turns to her with furrowed brows. “What do you mean?”

“He lit up when that bottle landed on him. He definitely wanted you to kiss him.” Not to mention that he visibly deflated when Marinette’s first turn landed on Nathaniel, but Marinette didn’t need to know that.

“Or maybe he just figured out he likes being kissed,” Marinette said dryly.

Alya grins. “You saw that, too?”

“Does it upset you that he and Nino both seemed so bothered by it?”

“No.” If anything she really really liked that they - especially Nino - were so bothered by it. She wanted to pounce on Nino right after. It’s not as often that she can push him into that shy flustered state anymore. She really likes him like that.

“But we’re not talking about me! We’re talking about you and Adrien. How do you think running out like that made him feel?”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “I know! I know! He probably hates me.”

Alya shook her head. “He definitely does not hate you.”

Marinette likes Adrien because he’s so kind and understanding. Alya wishes Marinette would trust that.

“I really think that things would be a lot easier for you if you would tell him how you feel, but right now I’ll settle for you going back in there and giving that sweet boy who thinks you don’t like him , a tiny little kiss on the cheek.”

Marinette shakes her head rapidly. “I want to! I know you’re right. But when I’m there looking at his stupidly perfect face I turn into all panic. I’m never going to be able to tell him! And because of that I’m always gonna be a crappy awful friend.”

God grant her patience!

Alya wants a lot of things, several of which she may have just realized in the last ten minutes. What she would give to watch her boyfriend and his best friend really make out? Or better yet, her boyfriend and her best friend!

Sadly, they’ll likely never go for that.

But more than any of that, Alya just wants all of them to be happy.

“Marinette, Adrien is not going anywhere. He’s not that easy to scare away. He’s definitely confused right now, and maybe a little hurt, but just as he apologized to you the day you met him, you can apologize to him and I promise you, he will be all smiles.”

“You really think he’ll forgive me?”

“I know he will! And a cheek kiss wouldn’t hurt.”

Marinette smiles. “I can do that.”

Alya smiles back. “I know you can!”

And maybe if they kept playing, the bottle would grant a few of Alya’s wishes.

The chances are low with so many of them playing. Alya knows that, but a girl can dream.

…

Nino has never related so hard to a Marinette freakout. He is now painfully aware of how big a deal it is to kiss Adrien.

He traces his lower lip, a tiny part of him wishing he hadn’t been so startled by Adrien’s actions so he could have savored it more.

Except he can’t be thinking any of this! He has a girlfriend! He can’t be thinking about what it would feel like to kiss his best friend.

Except that he is thinking about it. He’s thinking about it a lot.

He’s so fucked.

And when he glances over to see how Adrien is taking all this, his best friend is staring at the empty doorway, the personification of dejection. Everyone in the room is staring at Adrien with sympathetic frowns, which only causes Adrien to further cave in on himself.

Nino taps his shoulder. “C’mon dude, let’s take a breather.”

Nino hauls Adrien to his feet and juts his chin at Alix over Adrien’s shoulder, who takes a hint immediately. “Mylene! It’s your turn!”

They don’t go that far, Nathaniel’s house does have a small outdoor terrace, so they can at least put a door between them and the group even if that door is made of glass.

“You okay, mec?”

Adrien shrugs. “Yeah? If she doesn’t want to kiss me, that’s fine. I just… I just wish I knew what I did wrong.”

“What makes you think you did anything wrong?”

“Nino! She literally ran away. She didn’t even want to kiss my hand.”

That’s not the problem. Marinette definitely wants to kiss Adrien.

But Nino can’t say that.

“Maybe she has a reason.”

“Like what?!”

Nino wishes he could explain. “You’d have to ask her, mec.”

Adrien sighs. And then looks at him. “Are we okay?”

Nino swallows, and glances down into his hands, heat burning in his face. “Of course, we’re okay.”

More than okay. Except maybe Nino really wants Adrien to kiss him again, but he definitely can’t act on that impulse.

Because he has a gorgeous and amazing girlfriend and he absolutely doesn’t want to mess that up.

“Do you think we’re not okay?” Nino asks.

Adrien rubs the back of his neck. “I just- I hope I didn’t make things weird. I’m sorry. I should have asked if you were okay with me kissing you. I thought that was the game.”

“It is the game. The not explaining the rules fully thing is something every one of us has gone through the first time we played. It’s always a question of will the person chicken out or go straight for it.”

“Really?” Adrien sounds so hopeful that Nino wants to laugh at himself. He really shouldn’t have been surprised that Adrien kissed him. Adrien has always wanted to have the genuine party experience.

“Really! Just in our situation it usually goes the other way.”

“Our situation?”

“Two dudes who are pretty solidly platonic?”

Maybe not as platonic on his end as Nino had previously assumed, but that was a crisis for another day.

“Was it weird?”

Nino’s ears and cheeks burn. “Umm… not to me. But I’m uh… not straight.”

He can feel Adrien’s eyes widen to the size of saucers, though he doesn’t look up.

“Oh. I uh… don’t think I am either.”

Oh god. That made everything so much better.

And so much worse at the same time.

“Thanks for telling me,” Nino says, because what else can he say?

“Yeah, you too.”

“You feeling better, mec?” Nino shoulder bumps him.

Adrien smiles. “Yeah, I am. Thanks.”

“Ready to head back inside?”

Adrien nods. Alya and Marinette are already there sitting next to each other with their arms looped together, and their fingers interlaced.

Nino licks his lips at the sight. If Nino says Alya is allowed to kiss her best friend, would she grant him the same boon?

Gah! What is he thinking? That’s not how relationships worked.

Alya smiles at him, and something in Nino’s chest loosens. He sits down and Adrien catches his gaze, and he’s smiling, and the warmth in Nino’s chest only spreads.

Oh, he’s well and truly fucked.

…

Marinette’s vaguely aware that Mylene and Ivan are taking a turn in the closet and Marc is about ready to throw the bottle out the window for refusing to land on Nathaniel.

Alix is not even playing anymore, but whatever she’s doing, she can’t stop laughing.

But Marinette’s attention is focused completely on the two boys outside. The fact that Nino and Adrien are outside, separate from everyone else, when Adrien had been so excited about just being at a party at all, is evidence enough that Alya’s right. Adrien is hurt.

And it’s her fault. She’s the one that hurt him by running.

Alya’s arm hand loops through her own, and some of the tension in Marinette’s shoulders bleeds out, and she can breathe again.

She doesn’t know what it is about Alya, but Alya grounds her in much the same way Chat Noir does. Marinette has a tendency to float away and spiral and lose herself, and Alya has a way of yanking her back to reality, but also of catching her so that the landing is always soft.

She grants Alya a beaming smile, hoping that some of her gratitude and appreciation shines through. Alya squeezes her hand.

The door slides open and Marinette’s gaze whips to Adrien immediately. He’s smiling and seems at ease. But when he sits down, he chooses the spot that’s further from her, the spot that places Nino between them.

Which, fair.

But she can’t stand it.

She scrambles around Nino, throws her arms around Adrien’s shoulders and kisses him on the cheek.

He presses a hand to his face where she kissed him, and turns to her with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry I ran,” she whispers. It’s all she can manage before she retreats back to the safety of Alya’s hold.

But Adrien is smiling again.

Unfortunately when it’s Alya’s turn, she has to untangle herself from Marinette.

In some cruel or amazing twist of fate, the bottle lands on Adrien.

Alya shoots her a mischievous grin. Marinette knows that look, and it’s not good. Abort abort abort.

Nino is in no better shape than she is at this pairing, Marinette distantly notes, but she can’t pay much attention to Nino, not when Alya is leaning so intimately into Adrien’s space, whispering something she can’t hear into his ear.

Adrien nods.

Alya grins and then she’s cradling Adrien’s face in her hands. Marinette forgets to breathe as Alya leans forward slowly, until there’s no more space. Their lips slide against one another—

Marinette’s nails dig into her knee.

—parting ever so slightly. The contact lingers, like a perfect moment frozen in time.

Marinette bites down on her own lip.

She’s not jealous.

She’s insanely turned on. She likes watching Adrien and Alya kiss. She likes it waaay more than she should.

And she is jealous, she realizes. But she’s jealous of Adrien.

She wants to be held so carefully in Alya’s hands.

Alya pulls away slowly. Adrien though doesn’t move. His eyes remain closed, totally blissed out. Alya grins, and turns triumphantly to Marinette.

That’s how it’s done, she seems to say. She made it look so easy.

Marinette wishes she had half her courage.

But Alya’s gaze doesn’t linger with Marinette. Instead, her attention turns to Nino who is also wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. Marinette has never related to him more in her life. Alya’s grin only grows. Adrien finally blinks his eyes open.

Alix cackles. “I think all four of you might benefit from a turn in the closet!”

Marinette’s face is on fire.

“W-what?” Adrien stammers.

Nino is still speechless.

But Alya, Alya hums in agreement.

Every inch of Marinette’s body is tingling. She can’t talk, but she can’t sit still either. And so she runs.

Again.

This time Alya doesn’t follow. Her friend’s laughter follows her though.

She retreats to the bathroom, breathing hard. She tries to take a breath to calm her racing heart. She splashes water on her face and it doesn’t really help.

The door bursts open and it’s Nino standing in the doorway, looking just as startled as she feels.

“H-hey,” she says. “I… uh…” and she turns back to the mirror, unable to look at him.

“I’m s-sorry,” he stammers, backing away.

“N-no, it’s fy mault.” And she’s stuttering around Nino now.

She buries her fire-hot face in her hands. This is all Alix’s fault. She had Marinette thinking about kissing Nino now, as if Marinette needed a whole new person to be an absolute disaster around.

The problem is, it’s not hard to imagine. She had been overjoyed to know Nino was crushing on Alya all the way back at the zoo because she knew he was patient and just fun to be around even if she hadn’t known him that well then.

She knew him better now, and that image doesn’t bother her at all. The idea of all four of them?

She peaks through her fingers at him.

He bursts into laughter. And a second later she joins him. She laughs so hard she doubles over clutching at her sides. It feels a touch hysterical, but it’s helping.

Nino collapses down next to her a second later and she’s laughing so hard it hurts. And he’s laughing so hard he almost tips over, but she manages to steady him.

Eventually their laughter subsides, and they sit beside each other on the bathroom floor.

“D-did you want to talk?” Marinette eventually asks.

He shakes his head. “No, I just… I ran in here because I needed to be able to breathe.”

“Oh my god! I know! They’re both torturing us.”

“Alya’s doing it on purpose.”

Marinette groans, burying her face in her hands all over again. “Which means she’s not gonna stop.”

“Definitely not.”

“How are we gonna survive?”

Nino barked a laugh. “We’re not. We’re fucked.”

“At least we’re fucked together.”

Nino laughed again and held out a fist. She met it easily, grinning.

She could think of worse than being tortured by Alya side by side with Nino and maybe hopefully Adrien too.

…

Adrien stares at the bottle that’s pointing at him, afraid to see Alya’s reaction. He starts when she puts a hand on his shoulder, but when she catches his gaze she’s smiling gently with so much patience.

She leans toward him. “I’m gonna kiss you for real,” she whispers. “You okay with that?”

He nods dumbly just relieved that she’s still there - that she wants to kiss him.

And kissing Alya is a very different experience than kissing Nino. Her hands on his face are warm and gentle. She’s the one who leans forward, the one who presses her lips to his. She’s softer, but more confident. Her lips part, and instead of pulling away as he had with Nino, he reciprocates. Her tongue slides across his lower lip, and electricity shoots down his spine to his toes.

When she pulls away, he doesn’t move. He’s dizzy, and he doesn’t want the sensation to end.

Was every kiss this mind blowing?

He pulls away staring at Alya in shock, but her attention is on Nino who is definitely staring at them both in slack jawed astonishment.

And Adrien’s gut twists again, not sure where he stands with either of them at the moment, and nervous about how his kisses with each might be impacting their relationship.

And then Marinette runs again. Nino lasts only thirty seconds longer, and Adrien fights to keep breathing. He had wanted to come to this party so bad, and now it feels like he’s messing everything up. His eyes are burning.

But this time, Alya squeezes his hand and he relaxes.

“It’s not what you think,” she tells him. “They’re just being stupid.”

“They’re not stupid,” he defends. Marinette is brilliant and inspiring. He could watch her for days and never get bored. And Nino is just solid, grounding in a way that always makes Adrien feel like he is always enough.

She laughs. She definitely does not agree with him, but she also doesn’t argue.

Spin the Bottle seems to be a bust at this point. With Marinette and Nino gone, the group breaks apart. Nathaniel and Marc soon have their heads together over a notebook. Rose and Juleka are still making out in the corner. Mylene is on Ivan’s lap on a couch. Alix and Max are talking excitedly about something on his computer. Kim is nowhere to be seen.

He and Alya are effectively alone in the sense that no one is really paying attention to them, though they’re the only ones who haven’t moved from the original circle.

“Why did you kiss me like that?” he asks.

She grins. “I had lots of reasons.”

“Care to share?”

“Not yet, but I hope soon.”

He sighs. He tries so hard to respect other people’s boundaries, but he’s so tired of being in the dark all of the time. He does appreciate that Alya is direct about it though. She doesn’t try to evade or dance around the fact that she’s holding information back from him. And he believes her when she says she wants to tell him, so he doesn’t push.

“Are you okay that I kissed Nino earlier?” he asks instead.

“I’d be a total hypocrite if I wasn’t.”

Adrien frowns. “That doesn’t answer the question.”

She grins again. “Let’s just say I was a lot more okay with it than I thought I would be, and maybe that’s part of why I wanted to kiss you too.”

“Please don’t use me as a way to get revenge on my best friend,” he pleads.

She laughs again. “I promise you I was not trying to hurt him. And I don’t think I did, but you’re right. He and I should probably talk. Are you okay if I go find him?”

He nods, though it’s not completely true. He doesn’t feel like he’s on the verge of panic anymore, so he doesn’t need Alya to stay.

But when she’s gone, he’s alone with his thoughts. Thoughts he very much doesn’t know what to do with.

He’s in love with Ladybug! He’s certain of it, but this crazy game is making him realize that he has other feelings as well.

Feelings for his friends that he’s not supposed to have.

He wanted Marinette to kiss him. Hell, he still wants Marinette to kiss him, but he’s not always sure she even sees him as a friend, let alone something more. So trying something there doesn’t seem worth the risk. But he wants it anyway even though he now realizes he has feelings for Nino and Alya as well.

But he’s not allowed to have feelings for his best friend and he’s definitely not allowed to have feelings for his best friend’s girlfriend.

What is wrong with him?

...

Nino’s not sure what shifted, but Marinette seems calmer now. She’s smiling and he can’t help but mirror the expression. He always liked her smile.

A soft tap on the door stops his thoughts in their tracks, and Alya pokes her head around the door.

“There you both are!”

Marinette’s hands cover her face again, but Nino can still see the blush blooming under her hands.

“Hey girl, do you mind if I steal your spot to talk to Nino alone for a moment?”

Marinette’s head bobs up and down with far too much enthusiasm. And as she disappears, Nino wonders if he should envy how easily she escaped Alya’s gaze.

But the second the door is closed, Alya pounces on him. He barely catches her. Her mouth is on his, hot and urgent, her tongue demanding entrance, and he’s only too happy to grant her request.

But he’s confused. He thought she would be upset. Not that he’s complaining.

Her lips travel to his ear, and his neck. Oh yeah, he’s definitely not complaining.

But he’s still very confused.

“Babe! What the hell?”

“I’ve literally been wanting to jump you,” she tells him between kisses, “since Adrien kissed you.”

For some reason this upsets him, and he pushes her off him. “This isn’t some game, Alya.”

She frowns, settling backwards on her heels, but her hands stay on his shoulders. “I didn’t say it was?”

He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes. “I just… I’m kinda messed up right now because I think I like him, like him. And I don’t want to mess this,” He gestured between the two of them, “up. And I don’t want to mess him and I up either, but I can’t stop thinking about it now. And now, you treating that kiss like it’s just some kind of turn on or toy thing for you to get me all riled up.”

Her hold on him loosens, but she doesn’t let go. Instead she’s rubbing soothing patterns on his shoulders.

“Nino, it’s okay. Adrien is super sweet, and totally hot. And you care about each other immensely. Of course, you have feelings!”

Nino’s brows pinch together. “And you don’t have a problem with that?”

“I personally think it’s totally normal to have a bit of a gay crush on your best friend,” she says.

His eyes blow open. “Holy shit! You have a thing for Marinette!”

She clamps a hand over his mouth, as she glances frantically towards the closed door. “Shh! Nino! She’s not ready to hear that!”

“I thought this was about you riling me up, but this is about her too, isn’t it?”

Alya doesn’t say anything.

“How long have you felt this way?” he asks.

She bites her lip. “A long time. Longer than us.”

“I see.”

“Nino! It’s not like that! I don’t have a favorite. I’ve known I was poly for a long time, but I didn’t think that you were and Marinette was never interested, and I thought I had made peace with all of that.”

But today apparently had been testing all of their limits.

“Babe, why did you kiss Adrien like that?” he asks, but he thinks he already knows the answer.

“You kissed him first!”

“He kissed me! And that didn’t answer the question.”

She looks up at him. “Because I wanted you to know what it felt like to watch two people you love, love each other.”

He’s not sure he really got to appreciate that feeling in the moment. He had been too busy freaking out about his feelings for Adrien and if Alya would be upset.

“You’ve never told Marinette how you feel.”

“She’s not remotely interested. She’s always had tunnel vision for Adrien.”

Having watched her melt down after Alya kissed Adrien firsthand, he’s not so sure of that now.

“You’re a hypocrite.”

She scowls. “What do you mean?”

“You tell Marinette to confess every day. You’ve told me that you wish she would just be honest about her feelings and even if Adrien is somehow an idiot and turns her down she’ll still be freer. All of that applies to you. So why haven’t you confessed?”

“Well one, I’m dating you.”

It was a cop out. “That’s not in the way anymore.”

“Nino! It’s different when you’re best friends. Her friendship is precious and amazing and not less than romance. I don’t want to ruin that. ”

He nods. “Yeah. Totally. Makes complete sense. But I think that what you tell Marinette all the time is still true. That you will be freer if you are honest with her about your feelings.”

Alya suddenly grins. “Tell you what. I will confess to Marinette if you confess to Adrien.”

“Fuck. I walked into that one.”

Alya laughs. “Yeah, you did.”

He loves her laugh. It’s loud and real just like she is. She’s never as gorgeous as she is when she’s laughing her head off. He pulls her back into his arms and kisses her hard.

She breaks away, giggling. “What was that for?”

He shakes his head in amusement. She tackled him first. He was just following through.

“For luck,” he tells her. He doesn’t know for sure which way Marinette swings, but he knows that Alya doesn’t need any luck.

But he might.

…

Alya follows Nino out of the bathroom, and sure enough, Marinette is in the kitchen having never made it all the way back to the main living area. Nino nods at her and winks at Marinette before he leaves them both without a word.

Alya faces Marinette who is not meeting her eyes.

Had Marinette overheard her conversation with Nino? Does it matter if she’s planning on telling her right now anyway?

“Hey,” Alya greets softly, looping her arm through Marinette’s exactly as she had earlier during the game. “Are we okay?”

Marinette’s head shoots up. “Why wouldn’t we be okay?”

“Well, I thought you might be upset that I kissed Adrien. I feel like maybe I should have checked with you first?”

Marinette blushes. “I figured you were just trying to inspire me.”

“Did it work?”

“Umm… it was definitely inspiring.” Marinette’s cheeks are red as she looks down into her hands.

Alya’s heart flips in her chest. Dare she hope this isn’t as hopeless as she fears? She licks her lips.

Marinette frowns and grabs her hand. “Did you think I would be mad?”

Maybe she had thought that was a possibility beforehand, but Alya knew afterwards that she wasn’t. “No… I…” and she trails off.

“Alya?” Marinette’s voice trembles.

Alya shakes herself. She needs to pull herself together. This is Marinette . Marinette will never hold this against her.

“I never understood why you have such a hard time talking to Adrien. I mean, I knew that it was hard. Obviously in that you struggled with it, but I didn’t understand why you were so afraid . Adrien’s the nicest person on the planet, so even if he wasn’t somehow interested, which for the record, I think he is—“

Marinette shakes her head and Alya wants to shake her.

“—he would never ever be mean about it. But I think I get it now because there’s something that I’ve never told you because I was afraid.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Marinette says, squeezing her hands. “Best friends don’t always have to tell each other everything.”

“Nino said I was a hypocrite for not telling you this and he’s right.”

“Oh no! Did you and Nino fight?”

“No! Nino and I are fine. I never told you this because I am absolutely terrified you won’t want me in your life anymore.”

Marinette laughs. “Alya, there’s nothing on this earth that you could do, be or say that would make me wish you gone.”

Alya forces herself to smile. She knows that, she believes it. And yet, she’s still scared her feelings could make things weird. She wants Marinette to come to her, to gush about boys, and ask for advice.

Will she still do that, if she knows Alya loves her too?

“What is it?” Marinette asks.

“I’m in love with you, Marinette.”

…

When Nino walks back into the main room, Adrien is in the corner with Max, Alix, and Kim. Max and Adrien are playing the latest version of his fighting game, which is inconvenient because Nino really wants to talk to him now while he still has Alya’s encouragement in his head. But he’s so nervous that interrupting seems impossible, and he’s hovering to the side of the group like an idiot. Even Alix and Kim are throwing him funny looks.

Maybe he just can’t do this.

But then Adrien glances at him out of the corner of his eyes, smiles that blinding smile, and Nino’s stomach drops in a fluttering mess. He has to do this because Alya is right. However Adrien responds, Nino needs to get this out or it will drive him slowly insane.

Max groans, signaling the end of the match. Kim claps him consolingly on the shoulder and Alix cheers, clearly having just won a bet.

“That was super close though,” Adrien says graciously. “I think you’ll get me soon.”

Max nods. “We’re definitely more closely matched. I appreciate you not going easy on me.”

“Wouldn’t want to diminish your accomplishment in any way.” Then he turns his attention to Nino and holds out the controller. “You want a turn?”

Nino shakes his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets so he can’t fidget. “Can I actually talk to you?” He points behind them with his thumb. “Maybe out on the balcony again?”

Adrien smiles, but Nino can see the sudden tension in his shoulders. “Of course.”

Kim makes a weird kissy face at Nino over Max’s shoulder. And Nino tries not to react, but he tucks his head into his shoulders like a turtle trying to hide in his shell. His neck and face are hot. Kim laughs, but at least it cuts off abruptly when Alix punches him in the arm.

“Hey!” Kim complains, rubbing his arm.

“Leave them alone!” she hisses.

Nino is relieved when the sliding glass door closes, so he can’t hear the interaction. But that lasts all of two seconds because now Adrien is looking at him, waiting for whatever Nino wants to say, and Nino knows Adrien well enough to guess that Adrien’s bracing himself for the worst news ever.

Which means Nino needs to buck up and be brave.

“So you know how I said I wasn’t straight?” Nino blurts out.

Adrien lifts his head up and Nino can breathe just a bit easier. “Yeah?”

“Well, that kiss, mec.” Nino adjusts his hat and risks a glance at his best friend. “I think it awakened some things. And if you’re game, I would k-kinda like to see where that could go?” His voice is pitched too high, and Nino wants to hide, but the hard part is done, and so he makes himself sit still.

Well, mostly still. Nino doesn’t know how to be completely still.

“What about Alya?”

Nino relaxes at that objection. Adrien isn’t saying that he’s not interested. “She’s on board. In fact, if you’re into it, I suspect she’d date you as well, but we didn’t talk about that.”

“And that’s allowed?” Adrien asks. His brows are furrowed so tight and it’s cute.

“I mean, if you and I are okay with it and she’s okay with it, does it matter what anyone else says?”

“I uh… guess not.”

“But there’s no pressure here either!” Nino backpedals. “My having feelings doesn’t mean anything has to change. Just because Alya and I are poly, doesn’t mean that you have to be. And you don’t have to date us both, though if you dated her and not me, I’m not gonna lie, I’d be super jealous.”

“Nino?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we slow down please?”

…

“You’re in love with me?” Marinette echoes. She heard it, but she can’t believe it.

Alya has coached her through the most ridiculous anxious spirals, has seen her in her bathrobe rambling with her hair in nets at her most insane, and has chastised her when she was beyond petty.

Alya has seen her at her worst.

And Alya loves her?

It’s so crazy her brain refuses to accept it.

Alya nods. “Have been for a long time. And I want you to know I’m not at all sure where you would like to go from here if anywhere, but I wanted you to know. I don’t want to keep things from you.”

But if it is true, It’s the most amazing precious thing! She woke up this morning expecting a treat, and woke up with a whole cake!

“Nino?” she squeaks.

“I love him, too. I’m poly. And I know you’re in love with Adrien. You know I’ve been rooting for the two of you since forever. Like I said, I just wanted you to know. And I guess I wanted to show you that even if you don’t get the answer you’re hoping for after a confession, that things can still be okay.”

Marinette’s grabs Alya’s arm that is already looped through hers. Alya thought she was going to say no!

But it’s too amazing. Marinette doesn’t want to say no.

“No,” Marinette says.

“No?” Alya echoes, stiffening under Marinette’s arm.

Marinette grip tightens around Alya. “No! No! I don’t mean no!! I mean– Alyaaaa!” she whines, burying her face against Alya’s arm.

Alya laughs. “I must be doing pretty well if you’ve lost the power of speech!”

Marinette nods.

And Alya untangles herself and holds Marinette by both her elbows, and suddenly Alya’s dark eyes are filling up Marinette’s entire field of vision.

“Marinette, may I kiss you?”

Marinette nods again. And now Alya’s hands ride up her arms to either side of her face, and Marinette basks in the feeling of being held in Alya’s embrace.

And then Alya’s lips are on hers, and Marinette forgets how to breathe. She’s kissed Chat before under battlefield conditions. Hell! She’s kissed Alya before! But it was never like this. Never with Alya pouring all of herself into it.

Alya is warmth and safety. And she’s fire and courage. And Marinette never wants the moment to end.

Alya pulls away first.

Marinette doesn’t want to move. This was how Adrien felt earlier. She knows it. This is what it means to be blissed out. She can’t imagine anything better.

“Now, I just want you to know, I don’t want you settling. I’m not kissing you again until you’ve confessed to Adrien.”

Marinette’s eyes blink open.

“But Alyaaaaa!”

…

“Can we slow down please?” Adrien asks.

“Yeah, mec! Of course! I’ll just shut up now! And you can say whatever you need to.”

Adrien laughs. Every inch of his body is buzzing. Like, he’s floating so high that his feet may never touch ground again. He has no idea what to say, but he knows he needs to say something.

“I think I’m game.”

“You think?” Nino echoes. “You don’t have to tell me what you think I want to hear.”

“And I’m not! I just— Nino, that was effectively my first kiss,” Adrien admits.

“What?! But you said–”

“I know! And I have, but it was under an akuma’s influence and I don’t remember it.”

“You could have said something.”

Adrien rubs the back of his neck. He’s not good at speaking up. Not like Nino, Alya, or Marinette. “I just… when it landed on you I felt so relieved because I knew that my first kiss was going to be with someone that I cared about and who cared about me.”

And should have that alone told him something?

Nino’s smile softens. “I’m glad.”

“And I definitely felt something, too. I wanted more, but everyone was watching. And I wasn’t sure if all kisses were like that? Because when Alya kissed me–”

“Oh my god! I know!”

“–I saw stars. But you’re saying she’s interested too? So maybe not all kisses are like that, and I’m just really lucky that the first two people I remember kissing are people that I have feelings for.”

Adrien knows he’s the one rambling, but Nino only listens.

“So umm… yeah. I’m game.” Adrien holds out his hand.

Nino stares at it. “Yeah?” Nino’s voice cracks on the word, and he has to clear his throat.

“Yeah,” Adrien says again.

Nino takes his hand, their fingers interlace and it’s wild how natural it feels, how comforting the warmth of Nino’s hand is in his own.

“I want to do what you said,” Adrien says, “explore where we could go. And it’s not just because I want to make-out! Though that sounds amazing, too!”

Nino laughs.

“But a relationship with you? That sounds like a dream. How could I ever turn that down?”

Nino’s gaze drops. “Dude! I—“ His voice cracks again.

Adrien squeezes his hand reassuringly.

But Nino stands suddenly, and yanks Adrien a meter to the side, where they’re not standing in front of a glass door.

Their second kiss is even better than the first. It leaves Adrien wanting more.

Good thing Nino is his boyfriend now and there will hopefully be so many more opportunities for more.

…

The party continues like Marinette whole world hasn’t been thrown out of orbit. The pizza arrives, her friends eat and play Just Dance and Mecha Strike. And Marinette’s losing.

Badly.

She just can’t sit still, and she can’t think long enough to finish a slice of pizza, let alone pull off the complicated combos needed to send Alix’s avatar into next week.

Marinette’s just so happy and so nervous, and her face has to be permanently stained red at this point. Everytime Alya touches her, everytime Nino laughs, everytime Adrien’s delighted smile meets her gaze, she explodes from her seat.

She grabs another slice of pizza even though she hasn’t finished the first just to have an excuse to be out of her seat, and pours a cup of soda. She backs up and bumps into a solid warm body immediately.

“Woah there!” Adrien says, his hands hovering over her arms obviously ready to catch her should she stumble.

She only sees green. The green of spring grass and emeralds.

“Marinette?” he asks, his brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”

Her cheeks burn hotter. “Y-you’re fine! I mean, me! I’m fine!”

He grins back at her and she feels warm. “I’m glad.”

“A-Adrien?”

“Yeah?”

“About earlier, when I ran away?”

“Which time?”

And god, she’s run from him twice today! Could she be more of a disaster?

“I… umm… the first time.” She pushes a errant lock of hair behind her ear and licks her lips. “I wanted to explain.”

“It’s okay, Marinette. You’re allowed to not want to kiss me, you know.”

“But that’s not it at all!”

“Then what is it?”

She swallows. She’s going to do this even if she messes up every word because Alya believed in her — because of Alya could risk everything to go after what she wanted, Marinette will too. And Alya if Alya can love her at her worst, maybe Adrien can love her at her most bizarre.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met. I just… I also wanted it to be special, you know?”

Her teeth press down into her lower lip, and she risks a glance up at him.

And suddenly she can’t breathe.

…

Adrien isn’t sure he heard her right.

She’s wanted to kiss him, wanted it to be special?

For that long?

He always thought he was doing something wrong, but she had just been nervous? Because she liked him?!

A laugh bubbles out of him.

Clearly the stars have aligned today.

Or at least he hopes so.

“Marinette, what do you think of the idea of loving more than one person?” he asks.

“I… I don’t totally know,” she says, biting down on her lip. “From where I’m sitting, I really really want it to be a thing.”

Oh, this day cannot get any better.

He reaches for her hand, which she takes. “Is it special enough if I kiss you now?”

Her cheeks turn a delightful shade of pink. She nods, but he’s too lost in her eyes that are shining like stars to move.

She moves first.

And he learns that he’s been wrong on several counts.

One, from his rapidly growing experience every kiss can be life changingly mind blowing.

And this particular day can and will keep getting better.

…

The party isn’t even close to over, but Alya asks if they want to bail early and they all agree. She lives only a few blocks away, and they probably need to spend some time, just the four of them together.

Today has been a lot.

But definitely the best kind of a lot, she thinks as they all four walk side by side. Adrien and Marinette are in the middle, their fingers just barely touching, but still interlaced. Nino is on Adrien’s other side, and her boyfriend cannot stop smiling.

Alya has seen Nino excited and giddy when listening to a song. She’s seen him silly and flustered after she kissed him for the first time, but she’s never seen him quite like this, beaming like he just won the lottery.

She’s never seen Marinette so calm and relaxed. She’s so glad that Marientte finally managed to confess, and she’s beyond touched that it was her own confession that finally goaded Marinette into action.

And she’s never seen Adrien so real. He’s joking and being silly, and just laughing. It’s a gorgeous sound.

And she’s so happy for herself, too. That she doesn’t have to fantasize and wonder, she doesn’t have to settle.

She gets to have all of this. All of them.

She thought a day like this could never happen.

“Alya! What’s wrong?”

Alya shakes her head, dabbing at her eyes.

“I’m just happy.”

Marinette beams at her.

“I know! I don’t think I’ve ever felt so… loved.”

Nino laughs. “It looks good on you.”

It looked good on all of them.

Because it’s perfect.

Right up until Alya has to let go of Marinette’s hand to unlock the front door. And instead of cuddling right back up to Marinette like she wants to, she ducks into the apartment trying to see if anyone is home.

While she has no intention of keeping her unconventional relationship a secret, she prefers the chance to talk to all her partners for at least one whole conversation before she has to explain it to anyone else.

Luckily, the whole place is dark.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves! Make yourselves at home! I’ll get drinks! Adrien, want to help me?”

“Of course!” he agrees, his and Marinette’s hands slowly untangling, until they can’t reach as they part ways.

“Why Adrien?” Marinette pouts.

Alya laughs. “Because I need to talk to him! We’ll be out in two minutes.”

He follows her into the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to tell you all the reasons I kissed you today now that I’m not revealing any secrets.”

He grins. “Please go on.”

She hands him two cans of soda from the fridge.

“One, I wanted to drive Nino nuts, but I swear in a good way.”

Adrien laughs.

“Two, I wanted to show Marinette that it wasn’t that hard. And that things could still be okay after the fact.”

“Better than okay!” he adds.

“Three, you are hot and I’m not blind.” She grabs another two cans of soda.

He laughs again, and Alya really likes the sound. She looks right up at him.

“And last, you were hurting earlier when Marinette ran, and I don’t know… I wanted you to know what it was like to be wanted.”

“I…” he visibly swallows. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”

She grins. “You're welcome! Now, come on!”

Alya freezes in the threshold.

Nino has a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. He throws a silly grin at her and she sucks in a breath. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“So I don’t know how you feel about me compared to them,” Nino says to Marinette.

Marinette blushes, and glances toward Alya who is staring at them both, still unmoving.

“But I have it on good authority that if we kissed, it would drive Alya wild,” Nino stage whispers.

Adrien chokes on a laugh from behind her.

Marinette nods enthusiastically. “She would deserve it after knowingly torturing us all day!”

They turn towards each other. Marinette has to stand on her toes, and Nino leans down, and their lips meet.

Alya’s throat feels dry.

Adrien whistles in clear approval, and then the three of them dissolve into giggles.

But Alya has to swallow several times before she finds her voice. “Not gonna lie. I have thought about this before and I didn’t think it would ever happen.”

Marinette holds her hand out, and Alya lets herself be pulled into their embrace. Adrien is only a few seconds behind.

“Does it live up to your fantasies?” Marinette asks.

“It’s even better. All thanks to Spin the Bottle! We’re gonna have to thank Kim for pushing it.”

“And to think, Marinette didn’t think a Spin the Bottle kiss could be special,” Adrien teases.

“Shut up!” she protests, her cheeks turning pink. Alya kisses the closest one.

“Spin the Bottle kisses can obviously be life changing,” Nino says, his fingers threading through hers.

“Did Marinette just tell Adrien to shut up?” Alya asks. “Maybe?” Marinette squeaks.

Alya grins. “I’m so proud.”

…

Bonus:

Adrien’s never been this comfortable in his whole life. It’s almost overwhelming. Marinette’s head lay in his lap, while he leaned on Nino’s shoulder with Alya on Nino’s other side. He’s not sure how they got here all together like this, but he’s never going to let go now.

“So are we exclusive?” Marinette asks, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of his hand.

“Why do you ask?” Alya grins, clearly amused.

“I just kinda wanted to see if I could add Chat Noir.”

Adrien chokes. “Ch-Chat Noir?” he splutters.

“What? Is that crazy?” Marinette asks.

“He does look hot in that catsuit.” Nino comments and Adrien’s ears burn.

“I’m down for Chat Noir, Ladybug, and Carapace,” Alya interjects.

Marinette glares at her. “I think you’re forgetting someone.”

“Who?”

“Rena Rouge!”

“Oh! Yeah, sure,” she agrees readily.

They all turn to him expectantly, and Adrien doesn’t know what to say. It sounds amazing and it sounds like way too much, and it also seems impossible. “What are the chances all four of them would be down for that?”

Marinette glances at Alya and Nino before her gaze flips back to him. “Higher than you might think.”

…

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To Secure / Risk It All

Chapter 2

PART 2 YALL

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SCP-173 had been a nightmare and a half, but they’d finally be able to contain it again. Curt leaned back in his chair in the panic room. All in all, everything had worked out decently well. Sure, Den had died, but she was thankfully the only casualty.

Speaking of, Den floated next him, having found him and deciding to keep him company. Curt would never say it out loud, but he appreciated it.

“So.” He turned to her. “How do you find Kristine?”

Den glanced over to him, shrugging. “She’s funny, that’s for sure. Can’t help but think of Chilly though. I know that’s not fair to her but that’s how it is.”

Curt sighed. “Yeah, it’s gonna take a bit to get used to her. But you guys seem to like her, I think.”

Den chuckled. “She definitely brings back the energy we’ve been missing.”

Curt chuckled with her, slowly getting up from his chair and preparing to head back now that it was safe.

Den’s voice stopped him before he could do so. “Hey, do you know what happened to her? To Chilly?”

Curt paused. It was still hard to believe Chilly just up and left them. And honestly, he wasn’t really obligated to tell them. But as he turned to face Den and saw her worried look, his conscience won. Chilly was Den’s friend too. She deserved to know.

“I… was told she was found innocent, so she was allowed to leave the Foundation. Don’t know anything more than that.”

“Oh, I see…” Den rubbed her arm, her face full of mixed emotions that Curt couldn’t really pin down. Emotions were more Christian’s thing. “Well… good for her I guess.”

His eyes trailed away. “Yeah, I’m happy she’s safe…”

But they both felt something else. Betrayal? Bitterness? Disappointment?

Because he couldn’t face Den, he tried to focus his eyes on literally anything else. Which is why noticed movement on one of the cameras.

“Hey are those Foundation guys moving your corpse?”

Den, broken out of her thoughts, spun around, looking at the screen.

“Oh motherf- they better don’t do shit to my body!”

She zipped away, ghosting right through the wall. Curt decided to was time to meet up with his friends too, and left the panic room.

Christian, Ivan and Kristine were teasing Den as she tried to get her body back from some staff member Curt didn’t bother to remember. Soon enough, they were all back on their way to the D-Class cells. At some point, Ivan and Kristine started arguing. Curt wasn’t sure what started it, but from the snippets of dialog he could make out ‘anime titties’ and ‘Worcestershire sauce’. He was good not knowing, thanks.

Besides, he was too busy thinking thinking to himself to pay attention to him. This whole mess didn’t make sense. Why did Chilly just up and leave like that? Why was it a researcher that took her out of the cell? Why were his main assignments only having his friends get into trouble with SCPs? Sure, trouble was usually part of their usual shenanigans with scenarios, but no one had ever commanded him to do things like this. And why did it feel like no one in the Foundation was doing any work towards uncovering what happened that faithful day that resulted in his friends lying unconscious in a field of dead bodies. It’d been weeks now, shouldn’t they be at least having suspicions? What—

Something bumped into his hip. Startled, Curt looked to his side, meeting Christian’s eyes.

“You good, man?”

Curt blinked. Stared ahead. Ivan and Kristine had gotten into a fist fight with each other that got the two guards with the squad occupied, while Den cheered them on. No one was paying attention to him.

Scratching his neck, Curt put his focus back to Christian and exhaled. “Yeah, just… thinking.”

“Mind sharing with the class?” Christian asked him, bluntly reminding him that Christian was in fact, a therapist.

He cast his look downwards, kicking some loose rubble away.

“It’s just… things aren’t making sense. I feel like I’m overlooking something big. Something… important. Like this goes beyond just our usual stuff.”

Christian waved his hands sarcastically. “Oooooh, what tipped you off? Our shitty hint provider? Chilly being mysteriously taken away? The fact we’re still in this shit ass place?”

Curt couldn’t help but give him a small smile, though he dropped it a second later. “All that and more I guess. I dunno, I guess I just have a lot to think about.”

“Use that brain to prevent us from dying next time, thanks.”

Curt laughed. “Come on, how many times have we died already? It’s not that big a deal, Den’s gonna be back soon enough and—“

Realization hit him. Oh. Oh! Oh god, why didn’t he think of that before? Jesus, is that’s true… then…

“Hey,” Christian’s voice distracted him. His look was more serious now. “you figured something out?”

Curt’s mind was racing, but the guards were finally starting to calm down Ivan and Kristine. He took a deep breath and looked Christian directly in the eyes.

“I think do, yeah, but I gotta confirm it first. Can you do me a favor?”

Christian smirked. “Depends, what’s in it for me?”

“Ribs. Dunno if I can get the McDonald’s one but I’ll try.” Curt smirked back.

“Ehhhhhhh… good enough, what’s it?”

He lowered his voice, almost in a whisper. “Once you’re in the cell, wait about 30 minutes and then cause a distraction.“

“Dawg, you should have started with that, I’m always up for starting shit. I’ll still take the ribs though.” Christian laughed, though his voice was softer than usual too.

“Thanks man.”

It looked like the guards finally succeeded in calming the other two down. Before they continued, Curt leaned towards Christian once more.

“Last thing. I might sound crazy, but don’t trust Kristine yet.”

Christian’s face didn’t change, though his eyes did flicker to her. “Any particular reason?”

“Nah just… a gut feeling.”

“Noted, thanks Curt’s gut.”

“Ass.”

They arrived at the D-Class cells. Curt playfully waved them goodbye like usual, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. The second he walked out, they steeled.

He knew what he had to do.

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#recreyo #curtrichy #frugalaesthetics #cypherden #ivan animated #Kristine #my writing #fanfiction #scp recreyo

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celestiall0tus · 6 months

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Reawakening - Connection

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Rose trotted down the pathway to Liberty. She headed below deck where Juleka, Alya, Alix, Nathaniel, and Marc waited.

“Hey, Rose. Did you bring the chart?” Alya asked.

“I got something even better,” Rose answered.

Rose set her backpack down. She removed rabbit Fluff along with a collection of photos. She arranged the photos with Marinette in the middle with everyone else surrounding her in a circle.

“Ok, Fluff, do it,” Rose said.

Fluff thumped three times. Ethereal strings crept out from Marinette’s photo to each photo with most strings yellow. Some strings had two colors that mingled on one side or clashed in the middle from opposing sides.

“Woah! What’s this?” Nathaniel asked.

“Neat, huh? It’s one of Fluff’s powers. Not the one she shares with me, but she sees all the threads that connect us. Not only that, but she can discern what relationships those individuals have.”

“That’s pretty cool. Not as cool as time travel, but still pretty cool,” Alix remarked.

“Isn’t it? I absolutely love this. Now we can help Marinette better. But not just Marinette. Everyone!” Rose cheered.

“Let’s start with Marinette first, ok?” Alya asked.

“Oh, of course. Now, most of the strings here are yellow, which stands for friendship. The brighter, the healthier. The ones mixed with touches of white are where she’s establishing proper friendships. Now, this is where it gets interesting. You see Zoe’s connection with Marinette?”

Everyone leaned in and observed it. On Zoe’s end, the thread was yellow with hints of pink while Marinette’s end was solid yellow.

“What does it mean?” Marc asked.

“So, the pink is developing relationships. Like infatuation and crushes. That means Zoe has a small crush on Marinette,” Rose cooed.

“But, what of Luka there?” Juleka asked, pointing at Luka’s photo.

Everyone glanced at the thread. Luka’s end was a dark scarlet while Marinette’s was a deep yellow with dashes of pink.

Rose chuckled nervously. “So, that’s where some problems occur. While the brighter, the healthier. The opposite is also true. The darker, the more toxic and harmful it is. That said, red is for romantic love. Not the developing of pink, but the full love. And we already covered yellow and pink.”

“So, Luka and Marinette wouldn’t work?” Juleka asked.

“Not quite. See, there’s still some hope. After all, it’s not like… like Adrien’s connection,” Rose muttered.

Everyone looked at Adrien’s thread and grimaced. The thread was black as night on Marinette’s end and a deep, dark crimson that neared black on Adrien’s end.

“What’s black mean?” Alix asked.

“Well, that’s the worst of the worst. When a thread is black, it’s a problematic relationship. One that would be extremely unhealthy,” Rose admitted.

“But I thought they were made for each other?” Marc asked.

“I guess we thought wrong,” Alix remarked.

“So, what now?” Nathaniel asked.

“We help them heal. But not just them, Mylene, Ivan, and Luka too. They’ll need us. Right, Fluff?” Rose asked.

Fluff shifted into kwami form and flew up. “Correct. For these may be the threads now, they can change. Allow for time to make room for healing and, hopefully, they’ll become new, beautiful bonds.”

“You mean you have no way of knowing?” Alix asked.

“Nope, and it’s blissful for once. I’m not fighting to stay in one place, one mind and I’m back to my element. It was quite unhealthy. Something I don’t recommend. Nonetheless, even if we don’t know what’ll happen, we must be supportive. Don’t force them into things they may not want or what you think is best. I’m looking at you, Juleka,” Fluff added.

Juleka pursed her lips, hugged herself, and looked away.

“Just let things happen naturally. If things aren’t going to work, don’t force it. If you do, you could force people into uncomfortable positions and put pressure on a thread until it snaps. And that goes for all of you. Not just Juleka. Understood?” Fluff stated.

Everyone nodded. Fluff grinned and turned to Rose.

“Alright, who’s next?”

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artzychic27 · 11 months

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How about some Dupont cheer squad quotes?

Jean: Remember, there’s no I in Team!

Spinelli: There’s Me if you rearrange the letters.

Jean: Shut up, this isn’t about you, it’s about me.

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Elsy: Red! I want you on the cheer squad!

Nathaniel: Uh… No thank you, since I don’t know any cheers, but- *Elsy lifts him* Okay! *Then she sets him back down*

Elsy: You’re in.

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*In a dark room, three hooded figures circle around some guys tied to chairs*

Hooded figure 1: Now, what aren’t you going to do?

Guy 1: F-flirt with your boyfriends, o-or partner!

Hooded figure 2: Good. Good, you’re learning. Will any of you try to flirt with our significant others again?

Guys: No!/We promise!/Let us go!

*Light floods into the room when Mme. Mendeleiv opens the door*

Mme. Mendeleiv: Marc, Simon, Austin, I told you, no using my classroom to threaten guys who are flirting with your partners.

Marc: *Pulls down his hood* Ugh! Fine! Austin, we’re using M. Grotke’s classroom.

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Austin Q: Why are you wearing a skirt?

Austin A: Ah, it’s just this bet I have going on with Juleka. Hey, has anyone seen my phone? *Sees it on the floor* Oh, there it is. *Bends over to pick it up*

Austin Q/B/T: …

Austin Q: … This… Won’t awaken anything in me.

Austin B: Ditto.

Austin T: … *Leaves the room* Jean! Are you wearing a skirt, too?

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Ivan: *Trying to put Marinette’s leg back down* Why did you do this?!

Marinette: You guys made it look so easy! I regret everything now!

Nathaniel: Did you drink water?!

Marinette: I had coffee!

Juleka: That is not something you drink before you attempt this!

Marinette: I see that now!

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Jean: All in favor of letting Lila join the cheer squad, raise your hand.

*No one on the squad raises their hand*

Jean: Well, it’s unanimous. Away with you!

Lila: But-

Jean: I said away with you!

Cosette: Jean, chill out.

Jean: You know I love saying that.

Cosette: I know, but chill.

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Spinelli: In horror movies, it’s usually the pretty cheerleader who gets killed off third.

Austin A: It was nice knowing you all.

Denise: Uh, excuse me?

Austin A: I’m obviously the pretty one.

Nathaniel: Eh…

Austin A: Oh, like you are?!

Cosette: Ladies, ladies… I’m clearly the pretty one here.

Nino: Hearsay! Are none of you seeing me right now?

Ivan: Well, not to be “that guy,” but… I’m pretty sure I’m the pretty cheerleader.

Ismael: Screw you, man! If anyone’s gonna get killed, it’s gonna be me! Are you not seeing this bone structure?

Jean: Uh, is no one looking at me?

Juleka: Oh, hold on just a second. How do we know I’m not the pretty one?

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #juleka couffaine #Ivan Bruel #nino lahiffe #Jean duparc #mlb ocs #mlb au #cheer au #cheerleader au #incorrect quotes

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josefavomjaaga · 1 year

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The joy of being wounded

An aide-de-camp of Soult’s who did not leave any memoirs himself (unfortunately!) is one Alfred de Lameth (1783 – 1809), a very outspoken young man who apparently was very much beloved within Soult’s staff and enjoyed something like fool’s licence. (He’s the one who, when Soult quizzed his aides over dinner and suddenly asked Lameth for a certain military command, answered back: Hey, come on! If I suddenly asked you for the fifteenth letter of the alphabet, you couldn’t tell either! - To which Soult of course … smiled and shut up.) Both Saint-Chamans and Petiet mention him a lot in their writings. This is from Petiet’s memoirs, during the Polish campaign and immediately after the battle of Heilsberg that Petiet, just promoted to captain and detached to a unit of cavalry, had missed. He’s on his way to rejoin the army with his men when he encounters his friend on the road.

I met Lameth. He had his arm in a scarf. With his usual cheerfulness he shared with us some particulars about his wound which made us laugh in spite of ourselves: "Don't pity me, my dear friend," he said, "I would have given a hundred louis for the wound I received. A bullet in the arm, that makes one so interesting! After I was wounded, I wanted to go back to the headquarters to be bandaged. I passed by the group where the emperor was. - ‚Who is this officer?’ he said to Caulaincourt. - ‚My God!’ replied the grand écuyer, ‚It is my cousin Lameth.’ - ‚Is he not,’ added the emperor, ‚aide-de-camp to Marshal Soult?’ - On Caulaincourt's affirmative answer, Napoleon called the surgeon Ivan, who began by cutting my shirt into pieces to make bandages. I felt very uncomfortable in my flesh-coloured suit, but Napoleon made Jardin give me one of his shirts. Observe, my friend, those little button cuffs. It seems to me that with this indispensable garment, the prophet Elijah gave me his coat. - What grace do you want, speak, I'll give it to you. - By the way, I told Marshal Soult that this time I would probably have an allowance. - He answered me gravely: Monsieur, you will be in the Moniteur, that is worth a hundred thousand livres of income! - If my saddler and my horse dealer also think like that, I will place new orders with them!"

I guess standing in front of your emperor in your flesh-coloured suit, i.e., in the naked, might feel somewhat uncomfortable, yes. And the last part, the conversation with Soult, might already hint at why Lameth, one year later, would leave the group and become Murat’s aide-de-camp once Murat had been installed as king of Naples: he hoped for better chances at promotions and rewards in the staff of Napoleon’s brother-in-law. Lameth’s departure left Soult rather bitter (Soult, rightfully of nor, blamed Berthier’s supposed personal enmity towards him for the lack of promotions coming to his aides but also took Lameth’s behaviour rather personal) and proved to be a bad decision for Lameth, as his outspokenness soon got him into trouble with the etiquette at Murat’s now royal court. He soon asked to be transferred back to the army and would be killed in action in Spain.

#napoleon's marshals #jean-de-dieu soult #alfred de lameth #battle of heilsberg #poland 1807

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msweebyness · 8 months

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Class of Villainy & School for Monstrous Youths- Scared Straight

Hey ya’ll! This is a fun little idea I had! First things first, I want to tell you about a special project Sparky and I have in the works for after Mirrorverse is complete: a mega crossover of all our major AU’s, ie Class of Heroes/Villainy, School for Monstrous Youths, Creepsters and Ghoul Squad! This is a separate AU from that, but here’s the gist: What if…the heroes met the monsters beforehand? They end up telling them about their villain selves, and the monsters suggest they send them by for a little visit. Here’s what comes of it. (As always, @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27!)

As the villainous classes approached the gothic castle that strongly resembled their school, they were feeling pretty smug. When those insipid ‘hero’ counterparts had informed them that they had OTHER counterparts in this world and that they were interested in meeting the dastardly teens, they knew they had to check it out. Another group of spineless do-gooders to lord their superiority over…or so they thought.

“What do you think those imbecilesss were sssnickering about?”, Jafardrien sneered to his companions as Kimton and Ivan Oogie pushed open the massive dark wood doors.

“Who knows? But whoever these new goody-good counterparts are, they’ll be no match for us, my friends!”, YzAlya boasted, her head held high as the other villains agree.

“Hi!”

The villains started as they turned to see the Adrien of this universe, smiling at them in a rather…creepy manner, “We’re SO glad you guys could make it!”

“Sssooo, you’re me? No offenssse, but you don’t look like anything ssspecial.”, Jafardrien snarked, earning chuckles from his friends.

The other Adrien just kept smiling, ignoring the comment before he spoke again, “Well, no need to hang around in the doorway! My friends are just DYING to meet you!”

The villains scoffed, and started down the main hall, with no idea what was awaiting them within the school. Average Adrien laughed softly, a slight sinister note underlaying it. His friends were about to teach these villains a lesson they would never forget...

As they continued down the main hall, the villains noticed the lights were getting progressively dimmer. 'Oooh, spooky.'

But at that moment, from the shadows somewhere behind them, a childish, unsettling giggle echoed through the previously silent space. The evil teens turned to look in all directions but spied nothing, continuing on their way...only for the laughter to sound again just moments later...this time even closer.

"Alright, who's there?!", Mari DeVil demanded, hands on her hips. Only to jump with a yelp when she felt coarse fabric brush against her hand. "What was that?! Something just touched me!", her friends all looked at her skeptically, but still, her partners moved closer.

The devilish fashionista felt the brush of cloth again, this time against the side of her arm, and she turned to glare at the only member of the group who happened to be made of cloth, "Ivan, knock it off!"

The boogeyman looked at her incredulously, "Ah'm nowhere close ta you!", only to be met with a fiercely irritated glare from the girl.

"Well, something made of cloth keeps touching me, and it's getting-"

"Peekaboo.", said a cheerful and creepily childlike voice from behind the fur-coated vixen, causing her to jump and shriek, whipping around to see what looked like...her, but stitched together of gray fabric and with large blue buttons for eyes. The smile on her stitched lips was not comforting in any way as she peered at the villains.

With another creepy giggle, she spoke in the manner of a demented toddler to her captive audience, "Hiiii. Do you wanna play a game with me?", she asked, producing three large needles from her pocket, which she aimed at her neck, causing each villain in the group, but particularly Mari DeVil, to feel an uncomfortable sensation in their own necks.

"I...think we'll pass!", the fashion maven said quickly, before she ushered her fellow villains down the hall, to a cheery "Bye bye!" from her ragdoll counterpart, followed by the sounds of her skipping away in the opposite direction.

The villainous group then ducked into a room on the right side of the hallway, eager to be separated from the disturbing doll. But when they filed into the room, it was completely dark...bar for the pale glow of eerie blue candles. Though it appeared they were the only ones in the room, they could all feel a...presence. Something else was there...

The villains all shivered as something icy whooshed past them from behind, sending a chill down their spines. They whipped around to look, but the space was empty. They felt the same sensation sweep behind them again, only to yield the same results when they turned.

"Okay, something is in here!", YzAlya said firmly, only to yelp when something brushed the back of her neck...something that felt like soft but ice-cold fingers...

"Alright, what was that?!", the young sorceress demanded, whipping around to look in all directions...only to feel that chilling touch from behind once again.

She quickly turned around and found only a bare wall looking back at her...for only the briefest of moments before the room was shaken with a thundering "BOOOO!" as a terrifying specter with glowing purple eyes phased through the solid surface in front of her. The wicked potions expert let out an ear-piercing shriek before bolting for the door, her friends close behind.

They walked down another corridor, allowing themselves to regroup after their ghostly encounter. But this only lasted a moment, as the lights in the hall suddenly went out, forcing the villains to feel along the walls and floor to find their way.

As he moved slowly down the hall, Honest Nino felt his foot brush against something on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, he brought it into the light from Mireides' crackling hair...only to let out a loud shriek that was echoed by his friends when he found himself holding a green-skinned, severed arm.

"Holy shit!", the fox hybrid cried as he dropped the arm to the floor, only for a set of bizarre noises to hit his sensitive ears: heavy, stomping footsteps and a deep, guttural growl.

"Umm...guys? I think I know who the arm belongs to...", Madame Sabrina squeaked, pointing shakily at something in the distance. The other villains turned to look, seeing a tall, green-skinned, dead-eyed figure that was missing an arm stomping towards them menacingly. The electrodes sticking out of the sides of his neck were giving off loud and bright sparks of electricity, some jumping dangerously close to the villains.

It was then that the creature caught sight of the goddess of death's flaming hair, and his heterochromic eyes dilated in sudden fury as he began to shake.

"Fire....BAD!", the teen Stein shouted in an angry and distorted voice, picking up a chair by the entrance of the classroom and hurling it at the villains. "BAD!", before following it with another furious roar. The villains didn't waste a second and hightailed it down the hall.

Moments later, having managed to evade the enraged Franken-Teen, the villains found themselves next in an old, grand banquet hall, with all the drapes pulled closed. The entire room held an almost deathly chill as the villains moved further within.

Juleficent's hand jumped to where her scepter should have been when something suddenly swooped behind her head...only to find it absent. DiabLuka jumped when something dark and small whizzed by in front of his face. He could have sworn it felt like a leathery wing.

The dark fae twins and their villainous companions jumped with a start when two ear-piercing shrieks suddenly echoed through the eerily quiet hall. The noise had come from above them, so they turned their heads toward the ceiling. To their relief, the only thing that they saw upon inspection was a pair of harmless looking bats, peering at them through the darkness.

Shaking their heads to clear their minds, the diabolical twins focused their eyes ahead, ready to move on through the school...when they each felt a strong and icy grip clamp down on their shoulder. Turning around and taking defensive stances, they felt their blood run cold at the sight that greeted them.

Two tall, deathly pale figures with glowing eyes the color of venomous mercury and taunting, cruel grins accentuated by dagger sharp fangs. And from both these fangs and their tinted lips dripped a deep, red liquid that smelled disturbingly of copper...

"Welcome to our school.", the female of the two said, her eyes gleaming even brighter as her ice-cold hand moved from Juleficent's shoulder to brush her cheek.

"We just love to have new blood in these halls.", her brother chimed, staring straight into DiabLuka's eyes in a way that made the evil rocker's skin burn. Those words were all it took for the villains to make an attempt to bolt for the doors...

Only for the vampiric twins to already be there, smiling at them mockingly.

"Do you really think you can run away from us?", the vampiric goth mused, looking at the villains condescendingly. They quickly turned for the other exit, only for the two vampires to meet them there once again. No matter where they turned, where they tried to run, the blood-drinking teens were always ahead of them, laughing wickedly.

"We're as swift as shadows in the night, you'll never outrun us!", the vampire Luka taunted the villains as they made one last dash for the doors. Deciding they had frightened them enough, the two allowed the villains to make their escape.

The group burst through the large set of double doors and found themselves running through the night air...until they realized they were now in the shadows of a dense forest. The only illumination came from the moonlight filtering through the leaves of the trees.

As they moved through the thick underbrush, the teens couldn't help but feel as if they were being...hunted...stalked. Something was in these woods and was watching them very closely. Kimton felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he swore he heard something growling in the bushes off to his side.

Continuing through the dark trees, the villains had just managed to somewhat calm their nerves, when the woods around them suddenly shook as a thundering howl ripped through the previously quiet forest, ringing in the ears of the wicked adolescents and rattling the branches of the trees.

Hearts hammering in their chests, the classes of villainy looked up, towards the source of the sound, and were met with the sight of a tall, fur-covered figure with glowing golden eyes standing above them on a rock.

With a loud, blood-chilling snarl, the creature leaped down from the stone crest and landed a couple meters away from the villains, the crouching position of his muscular form reminiscent of a wolf ready to pounce on a hapless deer, his eyes still glowing like lamps as he stalked slowly through the shadows towards them, growling all the way.

Trembling like a leaf, Kimton made to reach for his silver hunting knife…..only to find that, like Juleficent's scepter, it was gone. When he looked back up, his reaching for a weapon seemed to have enraged the wolf, because he suddenly lunged out of the darkness, tackling the hunter to the ground with a furious growl, his eyes glowing brighter than ever before.

"You think you can kill me, bitch?", the werewolf snarled, the only response he got from the villain being an ear-splitting shriek. Which only grew louder as the monster's razor sharp teeth suddenly moved towards his throat, keen on ripping it out...only to stop. With a barely traceable move, the wolf boy released Kimton and disappeared into the woods, leaving both the imbecilic hunter and the other villains baffled and more than a little terrified.

With the young hunter still trembling from his near experience of being a werewolf's dinner, the villains exited the forest and found themselves in a field of tall grass in the sight of a nearby greenhouse...but once again, they clearly were not alone.

Jafardrien, Cosetteweather and Simon Frollo jumped as something moved very quickly through the grass directly behind them, accompanied by a bizarre hissing sound, like an entire chorus of snakes. Lady Chloe and Reshma Hook did the same a moment later as the grass around them rustled and brushed their backs.

All around the villains, almost impossibly fast, an unseen creature blazed through the tall grasses of the field, stirring up unsettling rustling and always, that strange, strange 'hisssss.’

"Okay, I swear, if that is some giant-ass snake, I am going to lose it!”, Honest Nino squeaked, his eyes darting around rapidly in fear.

"I'm pretty sure snakes don't have feet, which I’m definitely hearing!", Maxdrome countered, though you could hear how shaken he was in the pitch of his voice.

"Well then, what is it?!”, Madame Sabrina demanded, just as whatever reptilian beast was hiding in the grasses brushed along past Alix Khan, sending the tigress into a snarling defensive stance.

"Okay, who or what is there?!”, she growled angrily, sweeping the area with her eyes, "Come on!", but the only response she got was another wave of rustling, just to her right, and the ever-present hissing noise reaching a crescendo.

To her left. To her right. Behind her. In the distance. Right in front of her. Whatever this creature was, it moved astronomically fast, dizzying the hybrid’s senses. It was everywhere at once, but at the same time it was nowhere at all!

Suddenly, the hissing sound was less than an inch away from Alix Khan, and when she looked at her friends, she saw them watching something behind her with rising horror. So she turned around to look..

And looming over her with curved fangs bared and reptilian blue eyes shining with malice, scales gleaming in the light of the moon, was a creature with a writhing nest of venomous snakes in place of hair, all letting out the same vicious, deafening hiss as the girl herself. The tigress couldn't hold back the terrified scream that escaped her lips, nor could her friends as they rushed to avert their eyes and flee the creature's territory.

"Over there!", Mylensula shrieked, pointing to the greenhouse, hopefully a safe haven where they could get their wits back.

Though it took them a moment with their eyes covered (they didn't want to become statues), they managed to make their way to the greenhouse. Pushing on the cold glass of the doors to open them, they entered the circular building…and found themselves in nothing short of a jungle, twisted and ridden with all manner of bizarre flora. And what’s more…they could swear that, though they had no eyes, these monstrous plants were all watching them, tracking their every move.

Slowly making their way forward, the villains could swear they heard something creeping along the floor behind them, but when they turned to look, they saw nothing and kept going.

Only for a certain sea witch to let out a sudden shriek as she felt something grab her tentacles, quickly winding through them and holding her in place. Her friends turned to look in alarm, seeing her completely entangled in vines. Ivan Oogie, Juleficent and YzAlya had quickly moved to try and help her, only to find themselves entangled similarly, along with the rest of the villains, in a matter of moments.

From somewhere in the darkness above them, a soft, peaceful voice began to sing…

“The gentle breeze….stirs the leaves…”

The entangled villains looked frantically around for the source of the eerie melody, but the higher level of the greenhouse was so shrouded in darkness that they couldn’t make out a thing.

“And stirs my soul…my heart deep inside me…”

The haunting tune continued as the villain still couldn’t trace its origin…and the vines wrapping around them were starting to grow thorns.

“Sense my worth…as one with earth…of greater whole all connected as one…”

As the final words of the unsettling song floated through the air, the villains finally caught sight of something in the shadows of the mangled treetops. A pair of glowing green eyes with unsettling yellow sclera, twinkling as they peered at the group on the ground through an opening in the thick leaves.

“Do you like my garden?”, a mellow, almost musical voice echoed through the greenhouse, as the vines around the evil teens grew even tighter, “Because my darlings seem…curious about you…”

The villains heard rustling above them and saw the leaves part to reveal a girl who seemed to be just as much a plant as anything else in the room, eyes still glowing and smiling with an eerie serenity as the vines on her arms and legs wound through the branches of the trees, creeping down towards them.

With a laugh that almost sounded too pure, she suddenly vanished into the trees, right in front of their eyes, and the vines loosened enough for them to start pulling free.

After he managed to free himself from the grasp of the vines, the teen boogeyman quickly moved to assist his still-ensnared scallop...only for something with immense strength to strike him down from behind, the sea witch crying out his name in alarm as she watched her beloved crash to the ground.

Coughing up a bit of blood (that had definitely squashed a few of his bugs) from the blow, Ivan Oogie managed to, despite immense pain, turn himself around in a sitting position….to find himself looking up, up, way up at an enormous figure, cloaked completely in shadow, apart from the menacing, almost crimson gleam in his dark eyes and the pale moonlight glinting off his, not so much fangs as tusks.

The hulking monster’s stone expression didn’t change as he spoke with a thick Russian inflection:

“When a bug is bad…you crush it.”, before he lunged forward, his fist plunging downward, straight towards the boogeyman’s skull. The villain managed to scramble out of the way just in time, yelping in fear at the cracks that split the cement ground under the abominable teen’s fist. Unfortunately for Ivan Oogie, he wasn’t quick enough to dodge the yeti’s next blow, which slammed into his chest and sent him flying to the ground once more. He was left gasping for breath, his eyes wide as the monster approached him once more.

“Spookums!”, Mylensula shrieked, trying frantically to disentangle her tentacles from the vines that still held them tight, “Get away from him, you half-witted brute!”

Suddenly, from the darkness above them once more, sounded a familiar, harmonious voice:

“Now now, my love, let’s not be too rough with our guests…”, the plant girl’s words scolded gently from somewhere unseen, punctuated by another creepily angelic giggle, “They still have to meet the rest of our friends…”

The mountain of a monster nodded and receded into the darkness, leaving the young boogey broken on the floor.

With the sea witch supporting and fretting over her wounded beloved, the villains quickly bolted from the greenhouse as the plant girl's ominous laughter echoed behind them, eager to leave the monstrous lovebirds behind. They ran alongside the edge of the school, aiming to stay in the shadows.

Suddenly, in the darkness behind them, a loud THUD sounded. Something had alighted behind them, and the wicked friends whipped around as quickly as they could. But they were only fast enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of another huge creature, this one with unnerving pale yellow eyes, before it alighted into the air with a mighty bound, and disappeared over the rim of the school’s high walls.

The villains waited in place for a moment, expecting the creature to return. When it didn’t, they took a collective deep breath and continued in their way, carefully edging along the wall.

A minute or two later, they heard the same sound as before, this time much closer than it had been the first. When they turned this time, they were able to get a good, full look at the monster. A hulking mass of muscle, just like the yeti before them, their haunting yellow eyes peered out at the villains from behind their wild, dark hair, holding a look that was playful and yet deeply feral.

Just as the villains had turned around to try and run, the towering sasquatch had vaulted over their heads, landing right in front of a trembling Doctor Cabello, and seizing the hoodoo expert by the throat, lifting them up in the air.

“Go ahead and try to run. Wherever you turn, I’ll be there.”, the monster growled, squeezing tight before dropping the witch doctor to the ground and vaulting back up over the wall.

With the voodoo doctor still shaking like a leaf, the villains quickly threw open a set of wooden doors and raced back into the school, finding themselves in the empty auditorium. The room was totally dark except for a single spotlight shining on the stage, which they slowly made their way towards, though they kept bumping into chairs. Fishing out her spare cellphone, QRC shone the flashlight app around the room, illuminating a path for the villains to follow. But as she swung the beam around, it caught on something that gleamed white on the ground. Moving closer…it was a bone….and then another…and then another.

All around them were a bevy of small bones. They all appeared to belong to a humanoid of some kind, but they gave off a strange…energy. Suddenly, from the darkness around them, an adorably deranged laugh sounded, echoing several times over. At the same time, all of the bones began to rattle on the ground, drumming out an ominous beat.

At that moment, they rose from the ground and shot toward the stage, assembling themselves beneath the spotlight. With a blinding flash and another maniacal giggle, a skeletal girl with an impossibly wide grin appeared on the stage.

“SURPRISE!”, she trilled, making a number of the villains jump, giving a twirl and laughing once more. Before leaping gracefully from the stage and disappearing into the darkness.

A mere few moments later, she appeared once again, with a shriek of delight, mere inches away from the candy queen’s face, who let out a yelp of shock.

“Tag, you’re it!”, the skeleton giggled, booping QRC on the nose, making the villain racer squeak in fear. Not wanting to engage in any sort of game with the creepily cheerful girl, the villains turned and fled down a side hall.

With the gleeful giggles of the skeleton still sounding in their ears as they fled, the villains found themselves now in a small alcove that almost resembled a cave one would find within a mountain. The stone walls became massive slabs and stalactites hung from the ceiling.

But the most defining feature was a large pile of what appeared to be small stones from this distance in the center of the central chamber. An ominous air hung about it, as if something was waiting for them to try and approach.

Taking the flashlight from QRC, Kagami Yu was the first one bold enough to approach the pile…which upon shining the beam over it, was revealed to be gold and jewels. Seeing the temptation in the eyes of the pirate and crab-hyrbid, the other villains gave them warning death stares, they didn’t know what could be guarding this hoard.

Inching closer and closer, the general moved the flashlight over the massive mound of treasure, only for the beam to catch on something… different, when she was only a foot or so away. A pair of glowing, reptilian green eyes, glaring at the gathered villains with an ethereal rage.

Draped over the pile of gold was a snarling dragon with bronze scales and gleaming golden claws, her keen eyes never leaving Kagami Yu, tracking her every move. Slowly stalking further down the pile to be little more than an inch from the villain, she said only one thing, in a voice that carried an ancient, powerful air:

“Leave now.”

Kagami Yu could only squeak as she and the rest of the group turned and hightailed it without a second thought.

Fleeing down a side hallway in the cave's wall, the villains next found themselves in what appeared to be a laboratory with a very old-age, steampunk design. Unsettling creaks and wafts of boiling hot steam sounded from the outdated machinery at random and startling intervals, and in the center of the room was a rusted old work table.

On the surface of that table laid a boy, made entirely of copper. His mechanical eyes were wide open but dark, he appeared to be powered down at the moment.

Despite the threatening atmosphere hanging about the room, Maxdrome couldn’t help but approach the table out of curiosity. Looking down at the old-world mechanized version of himself, he tentatively reached out a hand, touching the cool metal of his hand.

Instantly, the lights of the robot’s fiberglass eyes snapped on, and with a sharp ‘whirr’ his head whipped around to face the evil machinist, looking him dead in the face. Slowly, the light in his eyes turned a deep red, as he suddenly jerked up from the table.

“Intruders on the premises.”, he grated out in a strangely echoing and monotone voice, “Commence termination protocols.”, and with that he lifted his arm, aiming what appeared to be some kind of built-in plasma cannon straight at the villains.

Firing off shots with alarming speed, the villains just barely managed to dodge the orbs of energy, one of which exploded into a blinding flash that left the villains scrambling on the floor. When their sight returned, the robotic boy seemed to have vanished without a trace.

“Wh-where did he go?”, Kimton stammered, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Don’t know, but good riddance!”, IsmaScar responded, “Let’s bolt!”

Not wanting to be there when the mechanical menace returned, the villains quickly moved on to the next room, which ended up being a sandy expanse that resembled the interior of a pyramid. Moving deeper into the room, they noticed the wall was covered in hieroglyphs, and the few that Maxdrome recognized did NOT mean pleasant things. When they could just barely see the light from the corridors opening, they noticed two massive shadows, one on each wall. Upon bringing the flashlight for a better look, they were revealed to be twin sarcophagi.

Not wanting to risk disturbing whatever was in the massive, elaborate coffins, the villains quickly moved to back out of the room…only for Jeanatoa to trip over a small cat statue, landing with a loud crash.

In less than a second, waves of scarab beetles scuttled across the floor, crawling over the villains as all the sand in the room began to swirl ominously around their feet, rising higher by the second.

From the sarcophagus on the left, a loud roar of fury, demonic in every sense of the word sounded. Moments later, an enraged and echoing voice boomed from the sarcophagus on the right:

“WHO DARES AWAKEN THE QUEENS FROM THEIR REST?!”

The villains trembled, frozen with fear as the lids of the tombs slowly opened, allowing two mummy girls to step out and slowly turn to look at the villains with rage-filled, glowing and dead eyes.

Turning to look at each other once more, they began murmuring in ancient Egyptian and making ominous gestures with their hands. The sands around the villains began to rise higher and higher, until they were completely surrounded and unable to see beyond the desert cyclone.

ZoeHans and Lady Chloe huddled close together, only to be wrenched apart when a hand grabbed each of them by the throat, finding themselves looking straight into the luminous eyes of the mummy sisters.

“You have made a grave error, mortals.”, the first mummy, who was holding Lady Chloe, intoned, her voice as regal as it was terrifying.

“Kneel before us or die by our hands.”, the mummy holding ZoeHans snarled, squeezing the princess’ throat tighter.

When the villains didn’t make any move, due to being petrified with fear for their friends, the mummies scowled, seeming to see it as a sign of disrespect. Dropping the two female nobles, they began to utter a terrifying Egyptian chant, the sands and dark shadows swirling around them. Not willing to stick around to see the results, and seeing the door was not blocked by sand anymore, the evil teens quickly bolted from the corridor.

Screaming as the haunting voices still carried ominous Egyptian chants behind them, the villains ran blindly for a distance until they suddenly found themselves beside what appeared to be the school's pool, though it more closely resembled a large lagoon.

The water, though oddly dark, looked clean, so a few of the villains went down to splash some on their faces to help calm themselves. LeOnDine in particular dropped to her knees and looked at her shaking reflection in the water. Only to jump back with a yelp when she swore she saw a second pair of eyes staring back at her from within the depths.

“What’s wrong with you?”, Kimton asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl who just forced a smile and turned back to the water as the villains regrouped on the shore.

Dropping her head down so she could take a deep breath, the redhead regrouped herself…only to hear a bizarre bubbling sound, then see a shadow slowly looming over her. She slowly lifted her head back up…and shrieked at the sight of the scaly, seaweed-draped creature with the razor-toothed smile and glassy eyes.

But when she blinked her eyes and her friends looked over, the monster was gone…

“Alright, WHAT is your problem?”, Kimton demanded, looking at his loyal companion in annoyance.

“Ondine, dear, is something there?”, King Marc asked in a much gentler tone, after shooting the hunter an equally annoyed look.

“I-I don’t kn-know…it was h-here and th-then it-“, the redhead started to stammer out, her eyes the size of saucers.

“Uh….guys?”, Jeanatoa squeaked, pointing to the large cluster of bubbles that had suddenly began to gather on the water’s surface. Before the villains could even fully react…an ENORMOUS creature with a long neck, grayish-blue scales, razor sharp teeth, a tall crest down its back, and a thrashing tail emerged from the water, letting out a deafening roar as the waves set forth by its entrance drenched the screaming villainous teens.

The villains ran, nearly trampling each other, as they scrambled to get away from the monster, leaving the pool atrium and emerging back in the hallway. Getting their breath back, they continued on their way...until they were given pause by the sight of a rather...unusual gargoyle.

Suspicious and more than a little creeped out, the King of Hearts slowly approached the statue, which bore a disturbing resemblance to the mad monarch. But when he reached out to touch the stone sculpture, its eyes suddenly snapped open and a granite hand shot out and grabbed him by the throat before he could react.

Before the alarmed poison king could rush to help his beloved, the gargoyle suddenly alighted into the air, still holding a trembling, squeaking Nath of Hearts.

“You are not welcome here, evil one.”, the creature rumbled out in a voice like crashing boulders, his vice grip on the young king’s throat growing even tighter. Too tight for the other boy to even choke out a response.

All of a sudden, with absolutely no warning, the gargoyle dropped the villain, who crashed to the ground with a loud thud, before swooping upward and out of the school through an open window.

With the King of Hearts now slightly limping from the impact of the drop, his fair beloved supporting him, the villains continued down the high-ceilinged hallway...until a large shadow swooped over their heads. Looking up, they saw nothing but the high-arched ceilings, so they continued on their way…

Only for the shadow to swoop over them again, this time from behind. The eyes of the wicked team darted around frantically, trying to track the shadowy creature as it swooped overhead, back and forth, left and right, but it was simply too fast.

Then suddenly…the shadow stopped moving, and all went quiet. Until the Poison King heard an odd, soft fluttering behind him. Like the beating of a butterfly’s wings.

Turning around slowly, he was met with the ghastly sight of a creature with grey wings, six raised arms, massive and glowing green eyes, twitching antenna and a frantic grin. Before King Marc could scream, the monster beat him to it, releasing a deafening, high pitched trill that followed the villains as they turned to run once more.

Surrounded by the echoes of the moth man's terrible shriek, the dastardly teens bolted down a narrow side corridor, quickly finding themselves in near pitch darkness. With a flashlight leading the way, they made their way down the hall, which seemed to get narrower and narrower by the second.

Simon Frollo shuddered intensely…he could swear he felt something watching him from the darkness, incredibly intently. Several times, he would turn around and swear he saw a large, glowing eye…only for it to disappear a mere second later, making the villain wonder if he was beginning to go mad.

But slowly, the other villains began seeing the eye too. Everywhere they looked, it would be there for only the briefest of moments, driving them to the brink as they felt their every move being tracked.

After a brief while, they all stopped seeing the eye, and their nerves began to calm as they continued down the hall. But it was then that Simon Frollo felt a hand on his shoulder. Knowing he was at the very back of the group, he slowly turned around to look…

And was met with the sight of a tall, startling figure, grinning creepily as he stared at the young minister with his giant, single, gleaming eye. Simon Frollo shrieked and bolted in front of his friends at alarming speed, though they quickly followed.

With the young minister still murmuring about demons, they continued making their way down the corridor, and while it got thinner, they were relieved that they could now see somewhat clearly as the walls were now lined with torches.

Only for that comfort to turn to terror as the flames of the torches suddenly roared and engulfed the sides of the hall, leaping and snapping at the villains from all sides.

Lacey Gothel squeaked as she swore she saw a demonic, grinning face in the flames off to her side, but it quickly vanished. Only to reappear again everywhere she seemed to look. Doing her best to ignore it, she and the other villains quickly continued forward down the hall, avoiding the flames all around them as best they could.

Only to be forced to stop in their tracks and yell in shock when a massive column of white hot fire leaped up in front of them. Their horror only increased when a creature, seemingly one with the column and made of pure flames herself, emerged and gave a thundering, demonic shout which blended into the roar of the fire. The villains all screamed, feeling as if they were looking upon a being from hell.

Almost as suddenly as they had appeared, the tower of flame receded, and the flame girl disappeared, allowing the villains to run further down the hall...until they reached a dead end… at the same time they heard something approaching from behind. Eerie groans and heavy shambling footsteps sounded from the direction in which they had come.

Slowly turning to look, they were met with the sight of a harrowing figure, rotting arms outstretched and eyes dead and cold behind her tangled ginger curls as she lumbered towards them, moaning all the way. Turning back to the walls, the villains desperately looked for some kind of exit.

But in the moments they were distracted, the zombie girl seemed to have moved much faster than should be possible for her sort, as Madame Sabrina felt a cold hand brush against her back, and turned, trembling, to see the undead monster right behind her, growling as she said only one word:

“BRAAAAINS!”

Suddenly, a brick beneath Maxdrome's hand sank into the wall, opening a dark passage, which the villains quickly ran into, eluding the zombie girl. At the end of the dark hall, they found themselves in what appeared to be an abandoned classroom. Hoping to get a moment’s respite, they sat down at the rickety old desks, breathing heavily and gathering their thoughts. But then…

“What the hell isss going on?!”, Jafardrien cried, his friends wondering the same thing as the desks suddenly took to the air, all of them surrounded by a bizarre blue aura.

‘Are you enjoying our game?’

MimRore blinked in confusion. The voice had sounded in her mind, and it was identical to hers…but it wasn’t.

Suddenly, that same voice filled the minds of all the villains:

‘You all have been the most entertaining of guests. Your shrieks are the music to our ears.’

Shaking with confused terror, they turned to the front of the room to see an otherworldly being floating in front of them, her silvery hair floating around her head and her eyes lit with the same blue glow as the one surrounding the villains. She smiled serenely as she began to spin and jerk them around in the air, giggling malevolently.

All of a sudden, the desks were lowered to the floor, and the extraterrestrial girl had vanished from sight. Bolting out of the old lecture hall, and still a little dizzy, the villains emerged near what appeared to be the entrance to a set of catacombs. As they tried to decide whether to enter, they suddenly felt a strange sensation around their feet. Looking down…they all cried in disgust as they found their legs buried up to their ankles in a gelatinous blue ooze that almost seemed to be moving about on its own.

“What on earth is this?!”, Mylensula screamed, shuddering at the feeling of it sloshing around her tentacles, “It’s disgusting!”

Mari DeVil squeaked as she saw more of the bizarre guck dripping down from the ceiling and oozing over the walls.

Suddenly, all the goop began to move at once, rapidly gathering into a cluster right behind Mireides, who could only shudder in revulsion as it took the shape of some kind of being. The goddess almost puked as two goggling eyes and a drippy mouth with an oozing smile formed on the creature. It reached out a slimy arm toward the flame-haired girl, who dry-heaved as it managed to touch her before quickly darting away.

But the creature didn’t follow. Instead, she oozed toward a hole in the floor, which they dropped down into, leaving a glistening trail of slime in her wake.

Trying to keep themselves from fear-vomiting, the villains quickly bolted through the entrance of the catacombs, finding themselves entrenched in shadow. From somewhere in the distance, a low growl sounded. Looking around, the villains could see nothing but the sound continued to grow louder…

Before it was replaced with an echoing roar that shook the ground, and they were suddenly able to spot a pair of feline eyes, watching them like a hawk through the darkness. Slowly, the creature that bore the eyes began to stalk forward, revealing the form of a giant creature resembling a black-furred mountain lion as it stepped into the light.

Before the villains could make any attempt to either escape or placate it, the big cat lunged with a feral snarl, moving straight for the king of the Savannah, who managed to dodge being tackled, but not the creature’s claws, which left bleeding gashes on his arms.

IsmaScar could only tremble, unable to move from the pain as the creature prepared to lunge again…only to give him what almost looked like a smirk, before receding back into the shadows.

As the enormous feline suddenly stopped its attack, the villains fled deeper into the catacombs, suddenly finding themselves in a series of winding corridors...a maze. Like one ripped straight from an old movie, old wet stones and lit by torches.

With Cosetteweather taking the lead, they slowly began to make their way through the winding corridors, hoping to find an exit as quickly as possible.

But after a short while had passed, they began to hear unusual noises. The sound of hooves pawing sharply at the ground and an angry sort of snort…getting closer and closer to where they were by the second. Something else was in this labyrinth…and it didn’t seem to want them there.

Trembling with fear, Cosetteweather lead her friends around the next bend…only to find, standing less than twenty feet away, a monster, with gleaming horns and eyes that seemed to be glowing blood red…and very angry as her hooves pawed at the ground.

Before the dastardly gang could fully process what they were looking at, the minotaur suddenly gave a loud bellow of fury and charged straight for them, Cosetteweather barely being missed as ZoeHans yanked them out of the way.

“WOAH! Look, just calm down, alright?! We’ll get out of your maze, just chill!”, the sheep hybrid gasped out, though this only seemed to infuriate the creature, which lowered its head and prepared to charge again.

Only for the walls of the maze to suddenly shift, separating the villains and the bull, which did not seem to take this very well at all while the group of friends heaved a sigh of relief.

Still hearing the enraged snorts of the minotaur, they were, thankfully, able to quickly find an exit. But when they emerged from the maze, the room they ended up in was completely coated in what appeared to be giant spider webs.

“Oh my god, EWWWW!”, Madame Sabrina cried, “What the hell could have made webs this big?!”, the redheaded diamond enthusiast demanded, looking around the room in disgust.

“I’m not sure, but I’d rather not find out!”, Lady Chloe answered her friend, shuddering as her arm brushed against one of the webs.

The rest of the villains agreed, and tried to move through the room as quickly as possible…only to find the sticky nets of thread getting denser and thicker, to the point they were impossible to avoid, and the villains became entangled.

Reshma Hook could only whimper as she heard a strange scuttling noise above her head, knowing that those multiple tapping limbs likely belonged to whatever had made these webs.

Looking around cautiously, she spied nothing…until she turned back to face the front and screamed at the top of her lungs, suddenly face-to-face with a girl with six glowing red eyes, razor sharp teeth and six limbs that were pawing at the air, hanging upside down in front of her face.

The spider girl only laughed as the pirate whipped out her cutlass, slicing herself and her friends free of the webs as quickly as she could.

Eager to get away from the arachnid girl, the villains fled deeper into the catacombs, ending up in the massive concert hall that laid at its heart. The air in the room was thick with dust, and the only light came from flickering old spotlights near the ridiculously massive stage. Dead in the center of the rickety structure was a massive pipe organ, surrounded by unearthly violet candlelight.

Moving further inside with trepidation, the villains looked around the spacious room, getting the feeling once more that several sets of eyes were watching them. At that moment, a thunderous musical note sounded through the room, rattling the walls and ceiling, as well as the bones of the vile teens.

Looking back at the stage, now sitting at the seat of the organ was a dark figure, clad in a sweeping black cloak, half of his face concealed by a gleaming silver mask. They turned to face the villains, his masked eye glowing with otherworldly energy.

“Looks like y’all have come to the end of our l’il show…”, the ghostly musician said in a honeylike voice that projected through the entire room. With a sweep of his cloak and a roar from the candles, he suddenly vanished from the stage…

…Only to reappear right behind Jeanatoa, who gave a loud shriek as the phantom’s booming laughter filled his ears.

“But now it’s time for the grand finale!”, the monster said grandly with a dazzling smile, “Come on out, ya’ll!”, before he disappeared with another sweep of his cloak.

The collective heartrate of the villainous gang skyrocketed as the phantom's maniacal laughter filled the room as his friends gradually revealed their presence. They had been waiting for the villains to give them one final spook...

"It's been so much fun playing with all of you. Won't you stay a little longer?", Maridoll chirped as she appeared suddenly behind Mari DeVil, still holding her needles as the fashionista shrieked.

YzAlya let out a high squeal as she once again felt the sensation of soft, icy fingers on the back of her neck and the chilling voice of SpectrAlya whispered "Boo..." in her ear.

"GRRRRRAAAARRRGH!", FrankenNino roared as he lurched after the terrified fox hybrid, his electrodes giving off waves of sparks.

The dark fairy twins cried out in terror as a familiar pair of bats swooped over their heads with deafening shrieks, before shifting into the vampire twins who hissed at them in malicious glee.

Kimton shrieked as a golden-brown-furred wolf the size of a small cow leaped from the darkness and pinned him to the ground, its teeth bared in a snarl.

From the shadows to her side, Alix Khan heard a familiar hissing sound and only managed to jump out of the way with a shout at the last second to avoid the snapping jaws of a flurry of snakes and the mocking smile of the girl they were attached to.

Mylensula could only squeak in fear as she was, in the blink of an eye, bound once again in vines like iron chains, as a distortedly sweet voice hummed a familiar song, getting closer by the second.

Ivan Oogie trembled as a massive hand clamped around his throat, lifting him up in the air, finding himself staring into the stony eyes of the yeti once more

“Bug not get away this time.”, Ivan Bumble growled menacingly, squeezing the boogeyman’s neck tighter.

Doctor Cabello yelped in pain as they were knocked to the ground, a giant foot planting down on their chest as Denisquatch smiled eerily at them from above, pressing down and limiting the voodoo mystic’s ability to breath.

QRC squealed as a bony finger tapped her on the shoulder, whipping around to see SkeleRose with an eerie grin, waving her own severed hand at the villain.

Kagami Yu was direly wishing for her sword as DracoGami slashed at her with a mighty roar, forcing her back into a corner.

Maxdrome yelled in frustration and terror as none of his hacking mechanisms worked on the robot firing plasma bolts at him, cursing steam-powered technology for being so simple and yet complex.

Lady Chloe and ZoeHans screamed and panicked as they were overtaken by scarab beetles, the laughter of the mummy sisters mocking them from somewhere unseen.

LeOnDine shrieked in terror as a scaly hand from the fountain in the center of the room reached up and grabbed her ankle, no doubt about to attempt to drown her.

Nath of Hearts cried out when he was suddenly snatched up into the air by the stonefaced Nath Goyle, a crushing grip around his throat once more.

King Marc screamed and cried as MothMarc swooped down only inches from his head over and over, giggling mockingly at the villain’s fear.

Simon Frollo curled into a fetal position and whimpered as he saw a familiar eye watching him from the nearby shadows.

Lacey Gothel screamed as the face of Flamecey taunted her in the torches around the room, moving quicker than a wildfire spreads in a dense forest.

Madame Sabrina threw whatever object she could get her hands on at the approaching Zombrina, but nothing seemed to deter the girl from her set path.

Even MimRore’s giggles seemed a bit nervous as AstraRore slowly hovered toward where she was standing, knocking things out of the way with her telekinesis.

Mireides was barely holding back their vomit as a familiar blue goop gathered around their feet, a watery giggle filling her ears as the substance rose higher and higher.

IsmaScar jumped as the huge cat from before leaped out in front of him, growling menacingly as it approached, its eyes challenging him to try and fight back.

Cosetteweather screamed as she barely managed to dodge the minotaur that charged straight at them, its horns leaving gouges in the wall.

Reshma Hook wailed as she was suddenly wrapped in webbing and drawn up toward the ceiling, a grinning Spider Resh slowly creeping towards her.

Jeanatoa covered his ears as the phantom’s haunting song filled his mind, singing about how the villains had no chance of surviving this night.

As the monsters closed them in from all directions, the villains all simultaneously reached their final breaking points. The screams they released filled the room to the brim. Many of them were crying and they were so engrossed in their terror that they didn’t notice the monsters all suddenly retreat back into the darkness, the only thought in every malicious mind being escape. Which they did as they bolted through the large oaken doors that had suddenly appeared, shrieking all the way as they ran as far as they possibly could from the darkly palatial school.

When they were certain that the villains were long gone, the monsters emerged from the shadows once more, exchanging looks and processing the nights events…before they all began to laugh. Loud, booming, joyous laughter that filled the space vacated by the screams of their wicked counterparts.

“Dudes!”, FrankenNino cried as he doubled over, “We got them SO good!”

“Did ya’ll see the looks on their faces?! They thought we were gonna kill ‘em!”, OperJean guffawed, slapping his knee.

“Okay, that was WAY more fun than I thought it was gonna be!”, Ondine Blue admitted, petting her boyfriend and IsmaCat’s heads before they shifted back into their humanoid forms.

After their laughter died down, bearing proud grins, the assembled monster students turned to look up at a small, eye-like creature that had served as the surveyor of their spooking work for a certain group of ghoulish heroes...

"So...how did they do?", Average Adrien asked the Ghoul Squad as they appeared before the monster classes through a viewing portal. The phantom, werewolf, vampire, stein, mummy and witch exchanged looks before they prepared to pass their judgment…

This is one lesson the villains will never forget! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! And keep a lookout for a fun prequel and sequel to this story from Sparky!

(The song MyLeaf sings is Emma’s Song from Power Rangers Megaforce. I felt it could be suitably creepy in this scenario!)

#miraculous ladybug #class of villainy #disney au #school for monstrous youths #monster high au #crossover

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Mother’s Day

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You celebrate Mother’s Day with Natasha

Note: Soft mama Nat! Wishing a Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there this weekend. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

You know that Natasha feels a certain way about cliche, card-selling holidays but you’re still determined to always make Mother’s Day a special day for her.

Nat never thought she’d be able to have this. A wife, a family. But you and your kids have fulfilled her like nothing else ever has.

So now you have the youngest kids making cards for her while the oldest are out shopping.

“Great job, Belle. Add some more glitter,” you tell her, helping her with the jar.

Your phone rings and you grab it off the table.

“Hey sweetie,” you answer.

“Hey Mom. We’re trying to decide between a few things and Ivan said we needed input,” your daughter, Ali, says over the phone.

“Yeah because she knows Mama best! You know I’m right,” Ivan says. Clearly they’ve been arguing about this.

“Okay, okay be nice to each other please.” A couple of reluctant yes ma’am’s come over the phone. “Alright what are y’all between?”

They tell you about the gifts they can’t decide on and you have to admit they’re doing a great job of picking out the gifts. Finally, you settle on one and they can be heading home for dinner.

“I’m finished!” Belle says, hopping off her seat with the card in her hands.

“Hold on!” You chase after her and the glitter trail she’s leaving. “It has to dry, baby.”

She reluctantly lets you take the card and put it on the table where Taylor is finishing up her card. It’s decent for a two year old.

Belle washes her hands of the extra glitter and you clean Taylor up too.

You check to see where Natasha is and she’s still about fifteen minutes from home.

“Let’s write Mama a message,” you say. Belle and Taylor hop into your lap.

“I can do it!” Belle says, she’s in an independent stage.

“Alright, sign your name and if you want to say something else I can help you.”

“I wanna tell her I love her like the moon,” Belle says with full confidence.

“To the moon?” You ask with a chuckle.

“That’s what I said, Mommy,” she says.

Belle writes her name and she pauses. She leans her head back and looks at you.

“Yes, dear?”

“Can I write it in Russian?”

“Oh, yes but I don’t know how. Maybe we can ask your siblings when they get home,” you answer her. You probably should’ve learned how to write it by now.

“Use your phone,” Belle says.

“Okay, baby. We gotta do it fast because Mama will be home soon.”

You use google translate and help Belle write the message to Nat. You write a much simpler message to Nat from Taylor and the littlest girl is satisfied.

Your older kids get home in time to wrap the gifts they bought Nat, and she comes through the door with dinner in hand.

“Sorry for the delay. The highway was closed,” Natasha says.

“It’s all good, babe.” You help her with the bags she has. “Hi there.”

“Hi detka,” she says with a smile. She kisses your lips before you go into the kitchen together.

“Did you use glitter again?” She asks you.

“Maybe,” you say, catching the glimmer she sees on the counter. “Kids! Dinner!” You yell upstairs.

They trudge down one by one with Ivan coming up the rear.

“Hey Mama,” Belle is the first to greet Nat. She’s rewarded with a kiss to the cheek. The others follow and everyone settles around the table for dinner.

The food is delicious and you share conversation with the family.

“So, we got this for you,” Nat hands you an envelope. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”

You open the envelope to find a sweet card and a printed picture of Disney World. You glance up at Nat and she’s smirking at you.

“Is this- are we?”

“We’re going to Disney World,” Nat confirms.

“Yay!” Belle cheers and the table fills with chatter.

“Did you know?” You ask them.

“Us three did,” Ali answers, pointing to herself, Ivan, and Jack.

“Thank you, thank you! I love you!” You kiss Natasha long enough for the kids to make disgusted sounds.

When you pull away, you stand up from the table and the kids follow you.

“What’s happening?” Nat asks.

“Stay there, babe!” You call back to her.

She sits patiently and waits for you to come back into the room.

When you do, each kid has a card in their hands and they place them in front of Nat one by one. Ali also puts the wrapped gift in front of her.

“This is too much,” Nat says, her cheeks are pink with nerves.

“Open mine first!” Belle says. She stands next to Nat, so she pulls her into her lap.

“Alright, krasivaya. Let’s see.”

Nat admires the drawings on the front of the card and opens it. There’s seven stick figures with one that has red hair.

“That’s you!” Belle points to it.

“Wow! That’s so good, Belle!”

“And this says I love you like the moon,” Belle says the phrase wrong again, but no one corrects her.

“Oh, does it? That’s so sweet. Thank you, Belle,” Nat says, dropping a kiss to her head. “Did Mommy use google translate?”

You nod and she chuckles.

“What does it say?”

“It may or may not say I love you to the month,” Nat says. The whole table bursts into a laughter fit.

“Mom, why didn’t you just ask us?” Ali asks, not being able to hold back a laugh.

“I was trying to let her be independent,” you say.

“That’s alright, babe. I do love you to the month,” Natasha says. She relents her teasing after that. “Let’s see what else we have here.”

She opens the cards from each kid and thanks them properly. When she gets to the gift from the older kids, she takes care to open it slowly for the dramatics.

“Hey, this is exactly what I needed,” Nat says when she sees the brand new pair of shoes.

“They’re some of the best on the market,” Ivan says. “Guaranteed to make you run super fast.”

“Oh I’m sure,” Nat says. “Thank you guys.”

Nat hugs and kisses the kids and after a yummy dessert you all settle on the couch for a movie night.

When it comes to an end, each of the kids are tucked in and you come into your room to find Nat putting her cards away.

You stand behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. “You still need your gift from me,” you say, a hint of mischief in your tone.

“Oh yeah?” She asks. “We can arrange that.”

“Did you keep all of those?” You ask her. You’re referencing her cards.

“Every single one,” Nat says. She opens the drawer further to reveal all of the cards you and the kids have given her over the years. “Remember this one?”

You move next to her and she hands you a card. Happy first Mother’s Day is transcribed on the front.

You do remember it. Ali had been born just a few weeks before that day and you were exhausted. Still, you knew you had to make her a card. You signed it from you and Ali and added a picture of your happy little family. Nat cried and held the photo close to her heart.

“I still carry that photo with me on every mission,” Nat brings you back to the moment. “Thank you for taking a chance on me and being the best mother to our kids.”

“That’s you, baby. But thank you,” you say.

Nat puts the card back into the drawer and shuts it. She moves in front of you to push you softly back onto the bed.

“I love you,” you say as she falls into your arms.

“I love you too, detka.”

Natasha has the perfect family that she has always deserved and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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The Melody of Your Heart Chapter 6

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At long last I am back! But really I am still need to writing multichapter fanfics...Does anyone ever get bored of their on multichapter fanfic???

Enjoy!

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Since that fateful Monday, Marinette and her friends at the art club have been busy preparing for Kitty Section's first concert performance at her school. Marinette wondered how they could get so lucky despite everything, and she ensured that everything would be perfect for the first concert. The tiny stage before her school looked beautiful on Friday night when the stars started showing in the night sky.

More and more students started to come from both schools, and the anticipation was high. As Marinette waited at the front of the stage for the curtain call, a cute girl with short hair greeted her.

"Hello there, my name is Kagami. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said as she held out her hand.

Marinette grinned and shook her hand. "My name is Marinette. It's nice to meet you!"

Kagami took a moment to glance at the art club's work. "I have to say, you should be a part of our school if you planned all this. This stage looks beautiful."

Marinette placed her hand over her lips to hide her blushing face. "Oh! It wasn't just me who made this. Everyone in our art club did their part."

"Mind if I join in on this girl talk?" Alya said as she walked up from behind.

"Alya!" Marinette cried before the two girls hugged each other. When they broke their hug, Alya smiled at Kagami, and Kagami gave a shy smile in return.

"I got to meet Marinette's new friend!" Alya said.

Kagami giggled and held out her hand. "My name is Kagami." And Alya enthusiastically shook her hand in return.

But while the girls were enjoying each other's company, the audience was practically dying from anticipation.

"I hope they will make their debut soon," Alya said.

Just then, Marinette's phone beeped with a notification, and Marinette smiled.

"They are just about ready," Marinette said.

"I hope they start playing soon as well! I'm dying here!" Said the voice of a boy.

The girls were caught off guard by a handsome blonde-haired boy hugging Kagami from behind and playfully cuddling her. "Hey princess!"

Kagami was so over the moon as her boyfriend lovingly kissed her on the cheek. Alya gave a pleased smile, and Marinette was a bit stunned.

"Marinette, Alya, this is my boyfriend, Adrien," Kagami said.

Marinette blinked a few times before looking at Alya and then at Kagami's sunshiney boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, you are probably thinking about my 'evil' cousin Felix Graham De Vanily," Adrien said "evil" in a joking tone. But Marinette felt that was a term that should seriously be considered.

Adrien took a moment to let go of his girlfriend and bow to Marinette. "I apologize for him. He does plenty of messed-up things and should just let you be." He turned back to Kagami and smiled before taking her hand. "He just doesn't know how to court a lady."

Marinette pursed her lips, and while she and her friends were distracted, the curtain opened, and everyone cheered as Kitty Section presented themselves as the colorful spotlights shined on them.

"Hello everyone!" Mylene cried.

"We are Kitty Section!" Rose chimed in.

Marinette gasped and placed her hand over her heart as she saw Kitty Section shine on stage for the first time, even if it was a small, humble stage.

Rose and Mylene looked like beautiful musical muses. Ivan and Juleka looked so relaxed while wearing dark colors, and even though Luka was behind Rose and Mylene, Marinette still noticed him smiling at her.

Marinette placed her hands over her lips and was grateful that she and the other art club members made the stage look good enough for her favorite band.

"We want to thank all of you for allowing us to have our first-ever concert!" Rose cried gleefully.

"Our first of many! I hope all of you enjoy the show!" Mylene chimed in.

Rose turned back to the band and raised her hand in the air. "Alright, let's do it!"

"4! 3! 2! 1!"

When they started playing their song, there was so much energy that it felt like the entire world had shifted. Soon, the whole audience was jumping along with the music and vocals.

Marinette always knew how amazing this up-and-coming band was, but finally seeing them take the stage was a dream come true.

Marinette waved to her bandmates with modesty, but eventually, she couldn't help but scream wildly like the rest of the audience as Kitty Section played their fantastic song.

And the music was calling her. Marinette took her harp out of her backpack and quickly ran backstage. She hoped her friends wouldn't mind her stepping out for a moment. Backstage, she hid behind the curtain and got the perfect view of Luka being completely in the zone, playing his guitar under the blue spotlight.

Marinette was absolutely in awe as she watched her amazing musician friend. She could watch him all night and take inspiration from him. Marinette smiled and held her harp close to her heart, and then she couldn't help but gasp and blush when Luka took a moment to smile at her, even though he was in the middle of playing with the band.

The blue spotlight certainly made Luka look radiant. Marinette could see his beautiful blue eyes as he shamelessly winked at her while playing the guitar. After he found the right moment, he reached out his hand to her.

Marinette was stunned and thrilled, but she couldn't reach him yet. This was all so sudden, her being asked to play with her bandmates for the first time.

But this would be an amazing new experience, so Marinette grinned and took Luka's hand as he led her to the stage.

Luka gave a pleased smile as he continued playing. Marinette danced around as she played her harp with her bandmates. The audience once again ate it up.

Meanwhile, Nino made his way around the audience and smiled when he saw Alya near the front. Alya knew her boyfriend was near even with all the excitement, and she turned to give him a sly smile.

"Is that Luka?" Nino said as he adjusted his cap.

Alya gasped. "You know him?!"

Nino realized he wasn't thinking what he said though, and panicked. "Yes!" He gaped. "I…I know him from the other school…"

Alya was stunned that her boyfriend hadn't mentioned Luka until now. But then she noticed Marinette and Luka playing joyously under the blue and pink spotlights.

"He's a really cool guy…" Nino stopped as he watched Luka and Marinette play their instruments in sync.

Nino was curious seeing his two friends together on stage, and Alya gave her usual devious look that showed she was starting to assemble pieces. Sometimes pieces that didn't fit!

"Maybe, just maybe…There is something going on between Marinette and Luka!" Alya proclaimed.

Nino was stunned, but then he smiled sheepishly before wrapping his arm around her.

"Alya, let's not jump to conclusions," Nino said.

Marinette focused on her heart rushing from playing on stage for the first time. With all her bandmates beside her, she would always play the music she wanted to convey. But then Marinette nearly lost her breath when everything went quiet, and the pink spotlight was on her while her bandmates were in the dark. Luka gasped, and Marinette stopped playing as she held her harp close and looked toward the crowd.

She didn't know what to do, but she heard Alya and Kagami cheer for her, and then it finally clicked for her that she was being put on the spot for a solo performance.

Marinette initially thought it would be wonderful, wearing a beautiful outfit and playing the harp on a regal stage with the biggest audience ever. But for this to be her first solo, she didn't ask for this.

But this was Kitty Section's big break, and this was probably her big break. So Marinette took a deep breath before running her fingers through her strings.

Marinette closed her eyes and pretended she knew what she was performing, but her fingers shook slightly. Luka watched from the dark, and he couldn't be more captivated hearing the raw emotion of Marinette playing her harp under the spotlight.

But Marinette felt her hand slip as she played a harsh chord, and she gasped loudly as she held her harp close and tried to look away. There were a few low gasps in the crowd.

Marinette cursed herself for ruining her debut, but she felt a familiar presence behind her.

"Let me help you Marinette."

Marinette felt her heart beat faster, hearing Luka's voice as he was right behind her but only partially under the pink spotlight as he played gentle chords on his guitar. She needed to listen to the song he was sharing with her, and then she felt the strength to run her fingers through her harp again as they played together.

It took a few moments for Marinette to realize they were creating a ballad together. Marinette smiled to herself and tried not to giggle. But it was amazing at that moment just playing music together. It was like they were the only ones in the world, even if both of them noticed smartphone lights from the audience. Marinette could pretend they were just fireflies on a beautiful night as she continued to play music with Luka.

This was much better, but Marinette ultimately felt terrible that it was her first solo performance, and Luka had to be the one to save her. As she reached the finale of the song they played, Marinette felt her legs give out, and she fell down as she and Luka played their finale.

The crowd roared in applause though, and Marinette felt like tears were about to form in her eyes.

Luka was so proud as he saw how happy Marinette made the audience. Still, Marinette was confused as she looked up at Luka, who smiled warmly at her and offered his hand.

After taking a moment to breathe, Marinette took his hand as he gently helped her up. But Marinette felt her legs give out again, and she fell into Luka's arms as her head landed on top of his chest. Marinette blushed hard and was about to apologize, but Luka didn't seem offended by it as he smiled down at her and held her safe in his arms.

And for a moment, Marinette couldn't bring herself to remove her hand from Luka's chest as she noticed his heart was beating fast. It was such a warm heartbeat, but she snapped back to reality, not wanting to come off as creepy, and she found the strength to stand alone. But Luka's smile didn't waver as he pointed to the crowd cheering for the entire band, including her. The two of them walked toward the edge of the stage and bowed. A memory flashed through Marinette's mind.

"Keep on expressing the melody of your heart," Viperion said not too long ago.

Yes, Marinette thought as she bowed her head.

She thought Luka must have the most beautiful heart in the world, like Viperion.

~~~~~

Afterward, the band had time to relax and recharge by the flower bushes. But Ivan, Rose, Juleka, and Mylene couldn't stop hollering about how fantastic their first concert was. At the same time, Marinette sat on the stone bench next to Luka, smiling at her bandmates while holding her harp safe against her chest. Luka smiled as well; he was thrilled that his band was reaching new heights, but after such an unforgettable performance, he needed a little time of silence with Marinette.

Marinette couldn't help but give a half-hearted smile as she watched the members of Kitty Section rejoice. They were all so talented, and she gave a lackluster first harp performance in front of everyone. Luka couldn't help but notice how Marinette was hiding something deep within her.

"We totally lit up the stage together!" Rose cried as she and Juleka held hands.

Marinette couldn't help but let out a soft sigh. "Yes, you guys gave the most amazing first performance in the world, and I couldn't be more proud."

"Marinette?" Luka said as he looked down at her with his gentle blue eyes.

Marinette noticed Luka's concern and smiled at him, trying not to be negative.

"And Marinette plays the most beautiful harp music!" Juleka chimed in.

Marinette gasped as her face turned pink.

"Yes! That was the most moving performance I ever heard." Mylene said. "I never heard a harp performance for myself before."

Marinette shivered as she held onto her harp, overwhelmed by the sudden praise.

"No! No!" She cried. Then she frowned and ran her fingers through her hair. "My first performance was a disaster!"

Marinette continued to blush as the girls huddled around her to assure her, and then Ivan also chimed in.

"Your harp performance was unique Mari! On our journey as an up-and-coming band, I didn't expect a girl with a harp to join us. Your performance was great!"

Marinette giggled as she finally took her friends' praise to heart, and the girls eased up on her. But Marinette still had to be honest with herself.

"Thank you everyone! This was one of the most amazing nights of my life being able to perform in front of an audience." Marinette gave a slight melancholy smile as she pondered her first performance. "But I still have a lot to learn…"

Then Marinette felt she lost her breath momentarily when she felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She was absolutely dumbstruck by Luka giving her the sweetest smile, all for her.

"I loved your performance so much Marinette."

Marinette gave a low gasp as she blushed. All their bandmates were looking intently as Marinette and Luka locked eyes.

"Oh Luka…My first performance was forced! I wish I could've had more time to mentally prepare…"

Luka slowly shook his head. "You're destined for great things just like us. You were born to make an amazing melody all your own."

Marinette felt her face heat up even more and almost felt like she was about to pass out. Still, she breathed and tried her hardest to compose herself before answering Luka's amazing, flattering comment.

"Well!" Marinette yelped as she tried not to fall off the stone bench. "I would love to play my harp on a big stage and wear a beautiful gown, but I am just not ready yet!" Marinette gasped as she looked at her feet. "I need to practice more…"

"Besides, I have other important things," Marinette said. "Like the art club, I want to keep it safe."

Luka remembered how even though Marinette had no powers, she wanted to protect the art room with everything she had.

"Maybe we could donate some art supplies from our school," Luka suggested. The members of Kitty Section quietly agreed.

"Really?!" Marinette cried as her eyes sparkled.

~~~~~

It was a beautiful day on Saturday. The sun was shining, and Marinette's school was tranquil, except for the celebration that was going on in the art room. The other members of the small and humble art club were chatting up the members of Kitty Section and showing their gratitude that they donated art supplies from their fancy art school to their art club in their dull, mundane high school. The members of Kitty Section also learned what it felt like to talk with adoring fans in person. Eventually, the door opened, and Luka's heart skipped a beat again. Marinette, Marc, and Nathaniel returned to the room with warm pizza boxes in their hands.

"Sorry for the wait everyone!" Marinette said.

But nobody seemed to take offense. The art club members made their way to help Nathaniel and Marc with the pizza boxes and get their share. Marinette smiled as she walked over to the members of Kitty Section and presented them with a lovely pizza she had picked specifically for them. She hoped they would love it.

"Here! You guys deserve a special pizza!"

Ivan, Juleka, Mylene, and Rose eagerly got on it and took the box from Marinette. The four of them thanked Marinette in unison as they opened the box, ready to dig in. Luka had to admit he was also hungry, and he couldn't help but take the slice that Ivan generously gave him. But as Luka took his first bite, he couldn't help but notice Marinette was more focused on the art supplies he and the others donated.

They were like treasures to her. Sure, she liked how old-fashioned the art room was. She didn't need an expensive one like in Luka's art school, but she still couldn't be more grateful that Luka bought something from their fancy art school for her ordinary art room. And maybe they could recruit new members and the art club would be unstoppable…

Marinette lost her train of thought when Luka brought a plate with a slice of pizza that was clearly meant for her. Marinette raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I was thinking of a project Luka!"

Marinette truly was grateful for how caring Luka was. So she wasn't upset. But you don't just disturb an artist when they are in the zone.

"But you need to eat to help the wheels in your head," Luka said. Plus, he was worried all the excited people at the party would eat all the pizza before Marinette got a piece.

Marinette breathed in the scent of the delicious custom-made pizza and felt she should relax a bit.

"Alright," she said as she took the plate for him. My projects could wait a moment.

But before Marinette could take a bite, Ivan arrived with a slice of pizza, which he gave to Luka, and then he turned to Marinette.

"It's tradition for us to cheers with pizza slices," Ivan said.

Marinette had not thought of that before, but it was clever. So she and Luka turned to each other and tapped their pizza slices together like glasses of non-alcoholic champagne. And everyone else in the classroom followed suit.

"Cheers!"

It was a lovely day to celebrate that no bully or thick-headed school board would bring down their art club. Thanks to Viperion and the other heroes, their art club was saved.

But Marinette couldn't help but also think that Luka was an everyday superhero in his own way.

It inspired her and made her wish she could be the hero to protect for once.

But for now, she would try her best in her art and music and be her own everyday hero.

That way, no rich jerk would ever be foolish enough to cross her.

~~~~~

Back at the dark penthouse apartment that Felix lived in, the butterflies that floated in the room tried to find solace in the one light that shone on the devious rich boy. They desperately flew around for warmth.

But Felix sat there collecting darkness and thinking about those two opponents in his life. The boy with the guitar and the snake boy with the harp. Oh, how he would love to teach Couffaine what it feels like to be overpowered in a fistfight. And oh, how he would love to put that snake in a cage.

But he could make both of those wishes come true.

If he learned how to utilize the power of the Akuma properly.

A little inspiration hit him as the dark energy in his finger reached for a butterfly that tried to fly away. Still, Felix infected it, and the curse of the Akuma was too strong for the little butterfly as all its good nature got stripped away.

"Foolish butterfly!" Felix scoffed.

There may have been new rivals in the game, but that didn't mean that Marinette Dupain-Cheng would eventually play the beautiful harp for him and only him.

The power of the Akumas would overcome Viperion and the other heroes.

Because dark moths were supposed to rid the entire world of light.

And hawks were supposed to eat snakes alive.

#lukanette #adrigami #djwifi #pro lukamari #my writing #my fanfiction #damnit tumblr!#can you give me the right gif for once???

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