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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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Homecoming(Pt.12)

Series: Never Leave You | OBX

Paring: (JJ Maybank x OFC! Rafe Cameron x OFC!)

Word Count: 2048

Warnings: relationship confirmed, crazy Rafe, rude parents

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"Do we have to go to school today?" JJ groans cuddling with Callie.

"Yes, we have a test today." Callie gets out of his arms to get ready for school and for Kiara to pick them up.

"Are we telling Kie and Pope about us or do we want to keep it a secret for a while?" JJ asks as he gets ready too.

"Us dating a secret? JJ would you even be able to do that?" Callie laughs at him.

"I could try but I'll probably fail."

"Exactly, you're going to be so obvious." Callie kisses him heading out as Kie honks her horn.

"Where's J?" Pope asks as Callie gets in the back.

"He's slowly coming." She says as JJ comes out of the house rushing to get into the car.

School was boring like always but JJ was making sure he didn't fail at keeping the secret, "Kiss me quickly before anyone sees." JJ pops up next to Callie as she walks to class.

"You're going to fail." She shakes her head at him.

"I don't care anymore." He wraps his arms around her waist so he picks her up carrying her to class.

During Mr. Sunn's class, a man walks in asking for Pope so the three look at him as he walks on into the hall. When he comes back shows the three the letter with the wheat symbol.

"What the f-," Mr. Sunn looks over at JJ, "Fu...fu...fudge?" JJ corrects himself.

Afterward, they go to the library to read the letter Pope got from the Scholarship Committee. The letter states that they have evidence that will prove that John B is innocent. To discuss it further, the people who wrote the letter wanted a meeting with Pope later that night in Charleston.

Pope goes to get the vehicle and Callie heads home to let Tess know where they were going and what for. "You're not going." Scarlett tells her daughter.

"Yes, I am. This woman has evidence to clear John B."

"John B is dead. Get over it." Scarlett groans.

"Okay, first off I wasn't telling you I was leaving. I was telling aunt Tess because legally she's my guardian, not you. Secondly, John B and Sarah are alive they texted us." Callie corrects her mother.

"Tess, tell her what Anna told you about since you were talking about worrying about Callie." Scarlett looks over at her sister.

"What?"

"Anna thinks Bordering school is a good idea for Kiara and said I should maybe think about you too." Tess lets her know.

"Boarding school? I'll see you both when I get back."

Callie leaves the house getting in the truck outside with Pope and JJ, "How are we all fitting in here?"

"You can sit down on my lap." JJ winks her a wink.

When they pick up Kiara, she was arguing with her parents and Callie couldn't stand her parents. On the ferry Kie talks about her parents wanting to send her to boarding school, Callie adds that Anna got to her aunt Tess about it as well.

"I'm not going to boarding school. They're gonna have to kidnap me, tie me up, and throw me in a van." Kiara tells them.

"Same, we can both run off so we don't have to go." Callie lays her head on Kie's shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan." She rests her head on top of Callie's.

On the way, while driving the truck started to smoke so they had to pull over. At night while they were talking about getting the truck fixed the girls just looked at each other upset about the thought of boarding school.

"I thought my aunt would never do that. But now Scarlett is back trying to make her do certain decisions. Hell, even Will adds his two cents." Callie huffs.

"My mom is just so worried that I'm gonna be a Pogue that she's willing to send me to boarding school." Kie sighs.

"Your mom is a Kook, mine is a Pogue so it's weirder coming from mine. We may technically be half Kook but we're Pogues by heart."

"Yes, you both are." JJ wraps his arms around Callie's shoulders kissing the side of her head, "But this one belongs to me."

Kiara looks at the two, "She belongs to you? Am I missing something?" She laughs.

"I told you, you would fail." Callie laughs looking back at him.

"Are you two finally together?" Kie smiles at them.

"Yes, we are." Callie tells her as JJ kisses her head.

After the truck gets fixed the group parks the truck in a field and sleep in the back of the truck. "Night everyone." Pope tells the three.

"Night." Callie says with her eye closed laying to the left of JJ. He rolls over to cuddle her and they both fall fast asleep.

The next day they arrive in Charleston and arrive at their destination, but only Pope is allowed inside while the others wait in the truck. As they lead Pope away they follow in the truck but lose them. They get out to look and as Carla's guy is about to taser Pope, they show up to prevent him, and the four run through the streets of Charleston when the truck breaks down again.

"I think I'm cramping." Pope groans as they run.

"Well run through it!" Callie shouts back at him.

As they run into John B and Sarah, the girls hop on while Pope and JJ push it for more speed before hopping on too. As they all get on the boat they hug each other and talk about what's happened.

"Okay, so you really go married?" Kie asks Sarah as the three girls eat watermelon.

"It wasn't exactly legal, but... yeah." Sarah give them a smile, "Am I crazy, or is there definitely something going in between you and Pope?"

"Maybe."

"That's not a no." Sarah smiles.

"That's not a no. But Callie and JJ are officially together." Kie adds.

"Wait, really? It's about time." Sarah smiles at Callie.

Now that the gang is all back in Outer Banks, they get some beers and have a mini party. "So I hear that the best friends are a thing now." Sarah looks at JJ as he gets in the hot tub next to Callie.

"Wait, what?" John B looks at them.

"That's right baby! Callie Warner is my girlfriend!" JJ shouts then grabs Callie by the chin giving her a sweet kiss.

John B gives them a smile happy for his best friends but very deep down hurt that she actually chose JJ over him. They were super close first when they were younger, "Just don't hurt our best friend."

"Why would I ever do that? I've been dreaming of this since kindergarten." JJ laughs.

"I thought you became friends in the fourth grade?" Kie tilts her head.

"We did but I told Callie I loved her since the day I saw her in kindergarten but was too scared to talk to her until the fourth grade when John B started talking to her." JJ explains making her and Sarah says that's so sweet.

Time passes having fun and everyone was watching JJ and Pope play around. When Pope walks off Kiara follows so JJ goes to where Callie was sitting. He moves her so she can sit on his lap.

"I leave, and all this is what happens." John B says about the four.

"You blaming me?" JJ asks him as he holds Callie.

"Just a little bit. Your boy's out. Beer time."

"You guys are the one that died, okay." JJ tells them.

"Literally one job, JJ. No Pogue on Pogue macking." Sarah laughs.

"I don't like that job because that means I can't do this." JJ kisses Callie making her giggle kissing him back before getting up so JJ can go to John B.

"The rule can be broken with you two." Sarah tells Callie.

"Good, because I prefer to kiss JJ compared to your brother. Yeah, while you were dead... you missed a lot." Callie laughs at Sarah's face.

While the four were talking and the other two took off on the boat, John B hears a car door so they climb the tree to hide. They see Barry with a gun and Rafe with him walking around.

"Where the hell are you?" Rafe says as they look down at him. "Callie?" Rafe calls out so the three look at her, "We need to talk, please."

When Barry comes out they bicker and Rafe shoots the gun almost hitting JJ in the tree making Callie cover her mouth.

The next morning when Kie and Pope come back the four tell them they had to leave because Rafe and Barry know John B and Sarah are back. Sarah comes up with the idea to go talk to her dad being sure Ward would pick her over Rafe.

When she gets back through the police show up surrounded them so they try running away. JJ had the gun making them worry but John B persuades them to surrender. But with the department still believing John B murdered Sheriff Peterkin, one of the officers beats John B up.

John B gets placed into a cell and is charged with murder in the first degree, with a maximum sentence of the death penalty.

"Can you please shut up? Of course, you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you." Kie says outside to Ward.

"He shouldn't even be in court! You should, cause you're a murderer. You have a lot of nerve showing up to court." Callie steps forward pointing at him so he tells her she's upset.

"Upset? No, I'm not just upset!" Both girls say walking towards him but are stopped by the police.

JJ starts talking about the stupidest plan every one to Kiara, Callie and Pope back at the house, "What's the plan? We kidnap Shoupe?" Kie asks him.

"Maybe, like, that's not the worst idea actually."

"It's not? That's actually the worst idea ever." Callie tells him before walking out into the rain getting in her aunt's car to go see her dad.

When she got to his place he was confused to see her since she walked out of their lunch they haven't talked, "Callie?"

"If you wanna make up for everything you have ever done can you help John B get a good lawyer?" She says soaking wet from the rain.

"I know he's innocent-,"

"Then help my friend out! He could get the death penalty! He's only seventeen!" Callie shouts at him.

Will shakes his head at his daughter, "You need new friends. I know you think you're a Pogue-,"

"I am a Pogue! You married and had a baby with a Pogue! You tried being a Pogue! You want me to be the opposite of you? Get with a Kook and have a baby with them?" Callie looks at him.

"Yes, I want you to get with a Kook because life is so much easier. I regret trying to live like a Pogue." Will tries to explain.

"Well as someone who has slept with a Kook and a Pogue... I chose the Pogue because I see a life with them over the Kook." Callie tells her father.

"If you want the Pogue life... I'm not giving you the money for John B. If I give you any money it's to send you to Boarding School." Will huffs so Callie storms out of the house going home.

As soon as she got home her mother started giving her shit as well, "Someone what to tell me how Will knows about boarding school?" She asks her mother and aunt.

"I contacted him..." Scarlett speaks up, "We want to make sure-,"

Callie cuts her off, "You both left me! I don't want you two to try to be good parents anymore. Aunt Tess, you know the things I do are for my friends."

"You still need to follow some rules, Callie. I'm the boss of you being your guardian. I let you do whatever but you still need to respect us." Tess sighs.

"I do respect you but my friends are my family too. They need me and I won't leave them again. I won't do it. I'm a Pogue." Callie says before her mother smacks her across the face leaving her and Tess speechless.

"You're a Pogue... I get it but do what I failed at. Find a good Kook and have a better life than what I got stuck with. It's shouldn't be hard being half Kook." Scarlett tells her, "Go to your room." Callie looks at her aunt going up to her room packing a bag to leave this stupid place.

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bergens-adventure-tours · 1 year

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Week 12: May 1st – 7th, 2023 // It’s all a blur

We’re just going to jump right into things this week!

Monday was spent as a proper “get my life together/organized.” With tomorrow being my first day back to work after a few months jobless (but thriving I’ll add haha), I had quite a bit of general life admin stuff to check off, with final work forms to fill, grocery shop, computer clean out, van tidying, cooking, emails, etc.

Initially Tuesday was meant to be the first official day of training, but because work was still waiting on a few other trainees to get into town, myself and another trainee, Jono, got to go on the West McDonnell’s tour for the day! We had such a fun day with our co-worker, Felipe, leading the tour – getting to visit some really beautiful sites and future swimming locations when the weather gets warmer. We stopped at Simpsons Gap, Standley Chasm, Ochre Pits, Ormiston Gorge, Ellery Creek Bighole (my personal fave), and Flynn Memorial. I ended up heading to the hostel my boss owns to get set up for the next couple weeks, and met some other coworkers + fellow tour guides from other companies (Takk (coworker), Tye, Troy, and Ash. All super lovely individuals).

Today was also a spider-experience filled day lol. It was pretty funny and ironic, and I’m pretty sure I jinxed myself. During one of the walks on the tour I was telling Jono how I was pretty surprised that in 3 months in Australia, I hadn’t had any notable spider experiences or seen any of the “crazy” spiders you always see on the internet, and how I kept telling family/friends it just really isn’t that bad here. And he was replying “yeah it’s not too bad but you know, you definitely do come across them eventually – like that one right there” then proceeds to point not even a metre above my head, a huge golden orb ___ and I freaked! LOL the timing was just too good and I was not expecting it to be as close as it was. We had such a good laugh about it before I was finally collected enough to get a proper look at them. They make those crazy matted messy looking webs that just feel all the gaps between the trees and branches (they look terrifying).

Then, when I was getting ready for bed I found a spider on my pillow (wasn’t anything big or bothersome) and it was beginning to feel like a message being sent by the spider gods because what came next I swear gave me a damn near heartattack.

Once I was ready for bed, I was just sitting on the floor in my van next to my door, organizing things, when all of the sudden, not even a foot away from me was the most terrifying spider emerging from between the door seal. I was absolutely shook and had NO idea it was just a huntsman (these are quite common and completely harmless – aussies love these guys as they get out all the bugs. Some jokingly keep them as “roommates”). In the moment I was very certain this thing could kill me if they wanted to because they looked SO scary (and mine was a small guy compared to how big they can actually get…). Thankfully they didn’t run in to the van, so I was able to open the door a swoosh them out with my shoe, but when I tell you I had troubles falling asleep that night… I mean I spent the next hour worrying I would wake up to at least two in my van around my head somewhere lol.

Thankfully there have been no other spider encounters since (yet).

Wednesday we had our first training day, and got to meet the rest of our training group (Lynda, Cata, and George). We spent a full day going through all the super dull, dry, typical onboarding stuff. Afterwards, Takk and I did a quick grocery run, and met up with Cata+Jono back at the hostel for some beers and ice cream. The rest of the evening was spent making dinner and hanging out with everyone!

The rest of the week was honestly pretty brutal. Thursday we had another full day of dull training and I ended up getting sick with the flu… so the next 3.5 days were spent dying in the van as I burned and slept off the sickness. Was pretty sad because I missed out on the groups first trip to Uluru and a trip to the climbing gym, but thankfully I’m making pretty decently quick recovery. Still have a pretty bad cough and some congestion, but managed to start feeling well enough to get out and functioning again Sunday evening – got to meet another new trainee co-worker, Pablo!

One highlight while being sick though was I got to watch the count down for and listen to Ed Sheeran’s new album release on Saturday hehe.

I’ll be honest in that while this week was a lot of fun connecting with new people, the energy is still real low as I’m finally come out of the woodworks. I’ve kept this week’s descriptions quite minimal as I’m still recovering from being sick all weekend, and brain fog is still hanging around. There will be lots more fun updates to share next week!

Stay passionate and curious, Hunter♡

05/08/2023

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jornadalunar · 6 months

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Letter 1

I need to write it down. I was probably always in love with you. There were thoughts I can't ignore, looking back. Just like many things, it was impossible, and therefore I refused to give it thought. But it was there. I wanted to be your everything. I would've loved you as easy as breathing. You are beautiful and twisted and you didn't need me the way I needed you. You didn't want me the way I wanted you. I always knew that. It's self-respect to know ending our friendship was the best thing for me. And it's self-love to recognize I can mourn a 10 year unrequited love. It doesn't just go away. I wanted you to be my person. I wanted to be yours, I wanted you to be mine, I wanted us to be each others.

I only allowed myself to think this way afterwards. Posthumously recognizing this love.

How embarrassing, to acknowledge the true scope of my desire. It feels perverse, wrong, shameful. To acknowledge it means to accept that about myself.

Would I have said something to you? Maybe you sensed it, maybe that's why you didn't go. After all, the girls at the bar knew before I did.

I was fine knowing I'd never have you. It only hurts now that you're really gone.

The truth is, I'm terrified to own it. A quarter of a century has gone by with me ignoring it, stuffing it down, making excuses. Your departure may be the catalyst, but you are not the cause. You are the nexus of my realization and yet you are no longer the object of my desire.

I grieve for you. I often burst into tears driving from one place to the next, realizing how much I wish I could share with you. Hoping you're doing alright. Wondering if you've figured it out yet. Do you see how great you are? Or are you still an ambassador of self-deprecation? I bite my tongue... I can't brag about you to other people anymore. None of that is much different from when we still spoke. The difference is knowing the longing behind it all. I wonder if you will ever be able to comprehend the depth of the love I had for you.

I know nothing about metalwork. Every day I sit, maybe for a few minutes, maybe a few hours, and I try to learn. There is a cage around me, and little by little I am learning to deconstruct it. I'm figuring out what type of metal was used, how it was assembled; the craft behind it. I used to think we would learn together, that eventually our combined knowledge would catapult us into an age of uninhibited freedom and joy. But I can only see my cage; I could never help you with yours.

Oh, I wish I could.

#letter #letters #unrequited love #unrequited feelings #lgbtq #sapphic #ex friends

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venusgirltarot · 3 years

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Your Next or First Time With Them 18+ — [♡] ;

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 1, you may not have seen your person for awhile, you could be in separation, or this is long distance. It could also just be that it’s been awhile. I’m getting that you may have just had a child and this will be your first time with your person since having your child. Your next time with them will be very meaningful/important to them. It could even be your first time with them. Something about it is very, almost spiritual for them. They want to make it special. It could start with you teasing them or trying to take control in some way. Your person could be very dominant. They end up taking control. They really want to watch you please yourself. I think they want to bring you to an almost euphoric state and then just watch you. I’m also getting something about taste. They may want to bring food into it or even do it in the kitchen. They want to be in control and bring you as much joy and pleaser as possible. Their main focus is more on how you feel and they how they feel although I am seeing that they will really like when you go down on them. I’m also getting that they just really enjoy your company. They will like to just sit and talk to you after. They really like being around you and the conversations you two have. They may make you wait to finish or edge you. There’s a lot about waiting/holding back. This could also have something to do with your current situation with them outside of the bedroom. They’ll want to go for multiple rounds and most likely in multiple rooms. I’m seeing the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and possibly even outside like in a patio area. I’m hearing “indulge in you” you may have confidence issues and they really want to help you with this. They want to show you how they feel about you and your body and they want you to see yourself the way they see you. They may want to do it in front of a mirror. Like doing it from the back with you facing the mirror and I keep getting an image of their hand around your neck. They also may want to cuff you. They could cuff you and make you watch them touch themselves while looking at you. Your person has fantasized about this and planned it out. They know what they want to do to you and they’ve been waiting for it.

18+ card messages: you can take it, tell me how bad you want me, you look so pretty like that, I’ll keep going until you’re shaking, tell me you want it and I’ll give it to you, I like it when you play with yourself, go slow I want a good look at you

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 2, your last ✨𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗✨ with this person may not have been the best. They may have been inexperienced or finished fast. This time will be different. I’m hearing “devoted to you” they have be aware that they weren’t very good before and they’ve wanted to try again. They may have actually “practiced” with other people or something. Somehow, they’ve gotten better and they’re more confident in their abilities now. I’m getting that they may be really excited to eat you out/give you oral. You’re going to be shocked at how much better they are this time around. You may have fatally already agreed to meet up with them and clicked on this reading to see if you should cancel or not. You do what you feel is best but I do see that for some of you, this may be the best you’ve ever had. You’re going to be looking at this person differently afterwards. Like you’ll be shopping for Christmas present in September for this person 😭 I keep hearing “he’s got that good good” this person may he kind of possessive during. Saying things like “who’s p*ssy is that” or “you’re mine” etc. I’m seeing a male on top with a female under him on her stomach, laying flat with his hand around her neck. It may be kind of rough at times. I’m hearing “I’m gonna pound you” and “you like that, huh” they may want to finish on you/your face. If you’re female, they’ll want you to sit on their face (I’m also seeing something about kissing thighs) and if you’re a male they’ll want to sit on your face. If you’re male, they really like your chest. I’m also seeing something about thigh riding. I’m hearing “we’ll do whatever you want” you’ll want to go all night after one round with this person. I keep getting that you’ll be so surprised at how much they’ve improved and they’ll notice and really like it. They may even get a little cocky. There’s a lot of balance here. Giving and reviving. Maybe even 69. I’m hearing “there’s not a position you won’t do” and “most memorable sex you’ve ever had” and I keep hearing the word “mind blowing” and that song “rough s*x on the bedroom floor hop in the shower she begging for more” (idk the name of it)

18+ card messages: I want to cum on you, wear that dress I like, go slow I want a good look at you, give it to me I want it, I like it when you praise me, you look so pretty like that

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 3, your next time with this person will come after an argument, breakup, or separation. Coming into union and ending a rough cycle together. This experience for this person will represent the end of this separation. I’m also getting that this could be your first time with this person and you two have just been through breakups/heartache. It will be very sensual and passionate. I keep getting an imagine of someone kissing their way down someone’s torso. If you have boobs, this person loves them and will put a lot of focus/attention on them. They may whisper a lot when they’re talking dirty to you like whispering “I know I know” or “come on, you can take it” I’m also hearing “just like that” they’ll be close to you and whispering in your ear most of the time. They want to worship you and your body. I keep hearing “to be alone” by Hozier. Specifically the lyric “the god that heroin prays to” I’m hearing “addicted to your body” this person has so much love and appreciation for you and your body and will show it to you. They really like your moans/whimpers and will pay attention to detail. If you moan more when they do a certain thing, they’ll do more of that thing. It will be very euphoric and passionate. I’m seeing an image of fireworks. You may shake a lot or not be able to walk when it’s done and you two will probably cuddle a lot or just want to be close to each other afterwards. This person will be very gentle. Like you’re something delicate that they don’t want to break. They’ll also be very good with their tongue and may moan a lot while they’re going down on you. They also really like your butt and will probably kiss it and massage it a lot and look at it when you get up to use the bathroom or something. They really love your body. I’m hearing “religion” by Lana del Rey. They’re going to take their time with you and make you feel as much passion and pleasure as humanly possible.

18+ card messages: cuff me and ride me, you can take it, I like your a** give it to me, your p*ssy tastes so sweet, I want to make you beg, I’ve had wet dreams about you, I want to feel you inside of me, tell me how bad you want me

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edendaphne · 3 years

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“Discordant Sonata” Chapter 21

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CHAPTER 21: IMPROVVISANDO

Music glossary: Improvvisando: with improvisation

Glossary: Wǎnshàng hǎo : Good evening Shīfù : Teacher/Master

(Mood music: Night of Beijing - Jia Peng Fang)

That evening

Marinette fidgeted with her napkin, occasionally sipping her now-lukewarm tea while sitting at the kitchen bar counter. Chat Noir sat on the stool beside her in silence, also nursing a half-emptied cup. She checked the clock for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the last few minutes.

“It’s about that time. I’ll head up to my room to let Ladybug inside. Will you get the door if your visitor arrives before she does?”

“Sure,” he replied, uneasy but compliant, doing his best to avoid staring at the black eye she’d received earlier that day.

Marinette set her cup in the sink and headed upstairs, leaving Chat alone with his thoughts.

He tried to keep his fast-beating heart in check, subconsciously clenching his jaw. It was finally happening. He was going to meet “him”: The Guardian of the Miraculous.

Following the events at school earlier that day, Adrien had walked Marinette to her house, where her family invited him to stay for a cup of tea until his “ride” arrived to pick him up. Of course, he’d eagerly accepted. It was nice to interact with the family as Adrien instead of just as Chat Noir.

After leaving, he hid away and transformed so he could sneak in through Marinette’s balcony as he usually did.

Upon transforming, however, he found a series of voice mails from Ladybug that she’d left during Adrien’s attempted abduction. Her voice was frantic. He could hear the urgency and distress in her tone, and a heavy blanket of guilt settled onto his shoulders as he listened.

The first message asked him to come to their school, that it was an emergency, to please call her back as soon as possible. He chewed on his lip, wanting nothing more than to hide away in a cave in shame.

The second one must have been left right after she’d rescued Adrien and left him at the school nurse; she’d called to let Chat know the incident had passed. Then she asked if he was okay, since she hadn’t heard back from him. He sighed. Typical Ladybug, always worrying and thinking about others first, even when she was having a rough time.

The last voicemail caused a trail of ice to trickle down his spine as he listened. Ladybug informed him that she had scheduled an impromptu meeting with the Guardian at the Dupain-Cheng’s house that evening, with Marinette’s permission, and that it was of utmost importance that he attend.

He shivered as goosebumps appeared on his arms and he swallowed hard. What was the purpose of this meeting? Was he in trouble for not showing up today during ‘Adrien’s’ kidnapping? And why meet here, at the Dupain home, instead of somewhere more private and away from civilians? What was the Guardian like? Would Chat get reprimanded and treated with disdain for having been their enemy for all these years, or would he be understanding and forgiving?

More importantly, would he have to disclose his identity to him, or to both him and Ladybug, to prove his loyalty? He winced at the mere thought of it. The last thing he wanted was for Ladybug to think less of him, or to pity him. Especially after the kidnapping attempt.

Additionally, if they were to learn that Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, would they want to confront him head-on? Adrien didn’t feel ready for that, for several reasons.

First of all, would he be able to protect Ladybug, as he’d promised her? Hawkmoth had shown that he’d developed some sort of new power. Either that, or an entirely different person had become involved and was helping him. In any case, he didn’t know what exactly they were dealing with anymore.

Secondly, if the time came and he had to hurt or even kill his father, he didn’t know if he’d be able to do it. Yes, Gabriel was a monster and Adrien despised what he had become. But what if the damage was reversible and there was still a way to bring him back to normal? He just had to know, before doing something he might permanently regret.

The sudden ringing of the doorbell startled Chat out of his thoughts and he practically fell off his seat.

He ran to answer the front door, looking to make sure no one else was around. At the last second, he remembered to detransform and slip on the hood of his zip-up sweater (the one Marinette had gifted him), pulling a scarf over his nose and mouth so he wouldn’t be recognized if anyone outside were to catch a glimpse of him.

He looked out through the peephole, only to see the very top of someone’s head, balding with grey hair, and a little bit of their eyebrows.

Huh. Somehow Adrien thought the Guardian would be a bit… taller?

He turned the knob and the door opened, its squeaking hinges somehow louder than usual. Peeking out from the side like a scared tortoise, he checked to make sure the individual matched the description he was given, then stepped back to allow the door to swing open all the way. The older man stepped inside, closing it behind him.

“Hello,” Adrien said meekly, bowing his head slightly. “You must be…”

“Yes. I am Wang Fu,” he replied, bowing politely in greeting. “It is very good to see you again, Adrien Agreste.”

While Adrien’s face scarf efficiently concealed the way his jaw dropped when the elder man called him by name, there was no hiding the way his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“W- what?!” he sputtered. “How did you—”

The man called Fu chuckled, stroking his beard. “It was a long time ago, but we’ve met before.”

Adrien lowered his scarf and frowned in concentration, falling silent for a few seconds. Then it dawned on him.

“YOU!!” he gaped. “I do remember you! It was my first day of lycée! You fell down in front of our school and I helped you up. It was you who put the cat miraculous in my bag that day, wasn’t it?”

“That is correct,” Fu confirmed.

“But why me? You could’ve picked anyone, so why did you choose someone like me?”

Fu’s smile faltered when he said this. Adrien had said “anyone”, but he could see that Fu knew what he’d actually meant. Why did you choose someone as broken as me?

The man folded his arms behind him, considering his answer. “Guardians are bestowed with several powers and abilities. One of them is to locate and select good candidates for the miraculous jewels. And so I was led to you.”

Chat grimaced in confusion. “So if you already knew it was me, why bother to ‘test’ me?”

“My powers as a guardian may lead me to a potential candidate, but ultimately the choice is still mine to make. It was a simple test, but it showed me what your first instinct would be if you saw someone in need. The answer I received was satisfactory. You were meant to be Ladybug’s Chat Noir.”

Adrien sighed, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Honestly, a couple of months ago I wouldn’t have known whether to hug you because I got to become Chat Noir, or whether to punch you because I had to become Chat Noir. But it’s because of you that I got to meet Ladybug, so I am grateful to you for that. It’s good to finally meet you. Officially.”

He extended his hand and Fu took it with a smile, giving it a firm shake.

Afterwards, Adrien’s gaze fell, brows scrunching together. “I can’t believe it. All this time, you knew. You could’ve told Ladybug who I was years ago. She could have figured out a way to take away my miraculous while I wasn’t transformed, like at school, and she would’ve had one less enemy to deal with. It would’ve––” he pursed his lips, expression full of shame, and he lifted his eyes to meet Fu’s once again, “–it would’ve made it easier for her. She would’ve suffered less if I’d been out of the picture. So why didn’t you?”

Fu’s countenance became somber, his eyes carrying years of pain and regret. He took a few moments to consider his words. “When I was a boy, barely a teenager, something terrible happened. Hundreds of innocent people died, and it was all because of me.”

Chat almost reeled back as if he’d been smacked across the face, puzzled about the sudden switch in topic. He remembered Ladybug briefly mentioning this a few months ago, on the night they danced together. He waited for Fu to elaborate.

“I was only trying to protect them,” the older man explained. “After I was orphaned as a child, the monks of the Guardian Temple took me in. They became my family. They were stern, but fair and kind. It was a tough childhood, but I was happy.” He sighed. “However, there were those who would try to steal the miraculous and use their power selfishly. It was an endless struggle. Many were lost over the years. I longed for peace. I wanted my family to be safe, I wanted us to be left alone. So I did what I thought would be a better route, an easier one; one with less hardship and bloodshed. You see, one day while I was supposed to be on guard duty, I sneaked away to where the miraculous box was kept. I put on both the ladybug and cat miraculouses and used them to make a wish: I wished that our enemies would disappear.”

The older man exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut, the memories of what came next clearly still haunting him. Adrien couldn’t help but hold his breath while he listened.

“It worked,” Fu resumed, voice quiet and slightly shaky. “But as you might have suspected, there is always a price to pay; a balance that must be maintained. Therefore, because of my wish, all the monks in our Guardian temple and the innocent people of the surrounding village were ripped away from me, along with our enemies. The wish was technically fulfilled, but I never suspected that the cost would be that high. I have had to live with that in my conscience for over a hundred years.”

He clasped his hands behind his back, appearing more vulnerable than Adrien would have ever expected. He continued, “Since that time, I have both seen and caused much death in my lifetime, protecting the miraculous box alone as the last Guardian. So, you see, if there was even one person I could save, I had to try. I wanted to trust in the miraculouses, like I should have decades ago, during my misguided attempt to control the outcome of a complicated situation.”

Adrien absently rubbed his arm, pondering Fu’s words. “Looking back,” he began, “I can see the reasoning behind a lot of Ladybug’s decisions and principles, now that I know your story.”

“Indeed. Ladybug is a remarkable young lady; I knew that even back then. When I would ask her if she was willing to risk her life for the sake of a stranger, she would say yes, every single time. If anyone can persevere for the greater good, it was her. Was it unfair of me? Probably. Have I asked too much from her? Absolutely. Have I made mistakes while trying to guide her? Yes. Many of them.” He put his hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “I wanted to save you that day by giving you the cat miraculous. But I never would have guessed that it would also doom you and force you into a role of servitude. I hope that you will forgive me for this.”

Adrien’s heart pained for Fu as he admitted his guilt. “You couldn’t have known it would’ve turned out that way. It wasn’t your fault,” he insisted.

Fu shrugged. “I try to tell myself that, but I can’t quite convince myself. The situation made sense once Ladybug told me about Hawkmoth.”

“You mean, when she told you that Hawkmoth was my father?” Adrien asked.

“Yes,” Fu replied. “I had my suspicions, because it would explain your motivations, but I had no proof, no way of finding out for sure. It made sense that Hawkmoth would be Gabriel Agreste. The butterfly miraculous requires its wielder to be creative and inventive, since it relies on their ability to convert the subject’s emotions into a source of power. And he had the motivation.”

Adrien hummed in agreement.

“Additionally, such a clever and talented individual getting ahold of the cat miraculous would be incredibly dangerous. I’d be lying if I said I had never considered taking your miraculous away. But even still, it was safer to let it all play out. I didn’t want to repeat past mistakes. And if Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, your fate if you were to lose the cat miraculous would have been disastrous. Maybe it would have even alerted him about the presence of a Guardian in Paris. But now that we know the truth, we can plan accordingly.”

Adrien gulped. So Fu had considered taking his miraculous away before. “A-are you going to tell Ladybug who I am?”

Fu shook his head. “It is not up to me to decide when it will be right for there to be no more secrets between you two. I only know that it is not yet time.”

Adrien curiously tilted his head, brows furrowed in confusion. “How do you know that?”

As Fu started to answer, Adrien heard a doorknob twist open behind him and he quickly pulled his scarf back over his features.

The door opened and Ladybug’s voice exclaimed, “There you are! What are you two doing out here in the entryway?”

Adrien cleared his throat, then stammered, “R-right, pardon my manners. Please, come in.”

Fu walked past him, entering the living area. He took Ladybug’s hands between his, shaking them briefly, and said, “Wǎnshàng hǎo, Ladybug.”

With a small bow, Ladybug replied, “Wǎnshàng hǎo, shīfù. Thank you for coming at such short notice. Please, have a seat.”

Chat entered the room, having transformed now, and stepped forward to greet her.

He stopped short, realizing that he wasn’t quite sure how to greet her since last night’s development in their relationship, not to mention being very conscious of the Guardian watching them. He settled for a hug, which she returned, squeezing him tightly, and added a quick, discreet peck on his cheek. He smiled, feeling his face heat up.

Pleasantries aside and everyone seated, it was Ladybug who spoke first.

“Thank you both for being here. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

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A transformed Wang Fu stood at the bedroom window, curtains drawn, chanting in a language that neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir understood, holding the last of several metallic talismans he’d blessed and scattered around the room. The pair kept their eyes on him, marveling at the efficiency and care that he put into each incantation. There was something sacred, even holy about this ritual. They could feel powerful magic emanating from his form, invisible bursts of energy swirling about the room, dancing all around them in a silent symphony.

Ladybug cast a furtive glance at her partner. He’d been quiet for a little while, after learning about his attempted akumatization the night before. Ladybug had told him that it was Marinette who let her know, and that Plagg was the one who had informed her.

She’d called Master Fu before going to school to let him know what happened last night, and he promised he would figure out a solution. He’d spent all day preparing these special talismans, which would ward off akumas and keep them from entering this room. But only this room. He wasn’t strong enough to cast such a potent, long-term spell over a larger area; especially not at his age.

Fu, or rather, Jade Turtle, was silent for a few moments after placing the last charm, a silver one with indecipherable symbols carved into it, then turned around to face the couple.

“The talismans are almost done being enchanted,” he said, pretty out of breath, beads of sweat present on his brow. “There is one more thing that needs to be done. But I think I’ll need your help for this, Ladybug.”

Ladybug stepped forward in response. “Sure, Master. What is it?”

“I would do it myself, but, well… let’s just say I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Of course Master, anything you need. Just tell me what to do.”

Fu removed his bracelet, the turtle miraculous, and turned back to his civilian self, then handed the jewelry to her. His kwami, Wayzz, floated next to them awaiting instruction.

“If you could transform with my miraculous to finish the protection spell, I’d very much appreciate it. I’ll show you what to do when you’re ready.”

The young woman gaped at him, having never transformed into any hero other than Ladybug before.

“Oh! R-really?? S-sure! No problem...” She took the bracelet hesitantly, studying it like she’d never seen it before, then excused herself to the ensuite for privacy.

In the bathroom, Ladybug detransformed and removed her earrings, handing them to Tikki for safekeeping. She put on the emerald stone bracelet, staring at it as if it might try to crawl away from her if she wasn’t careful enough.

She squeezed her eyes shut in preparation. “Wayzz, shell on.”

Jade green light shone around the bathroom, and Marinette felt the magic of the turtle miraculous engulf her form. When it passed, she gulped and opened her eyes, lifting them to the mirror to catch a glimpse of her newly transformed self.

“Whoa.”

The heroine stared at her reflection across the way. She ran her fingers over the various bits of fabric and armor, taking the time to appreciate the feel and texture. Somehow, she felt quite powerful. Tough. Solid. Almost like a sentient brick wall.

“Wow, Marinette! You look incredible!” Tikki whispered to her.

“Aww, thank you Tikki,” she replied. “It feels so different, but it’s also really cool.”

Sparing one last glance into the mirror, she finally emerged from the bathroom. Fu was seated at the desk chair across the room, taking a short breather. Chat was speaking to him in hushed tones, but turned around when he heard her re-enter the bedroom.

His jaw dropped and he gasped.

“Oh my God, you’re adorable!” Chat blurted out. He caught himself and turned tomato red, then stuttered, “Umm! S-sorry, I––”

Ladybug (Lady...turtle??) giggled, stepping forward to stand beside him once again. “Thanks,” she replied shyly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear as she usually did when she was nervous, but her hand bumped into her suit’s hood instead. Not quite sure what to do with her hands, she folded them in front of her as she awaited further instruction.

Tikki flew in front of Master Fu, bowing her head in greeting. “It’s good to see you again, Master!”

“Likewise. I hope you are doing well,” he greeted back.

Tikki flew over to Chat Noir, to say hello to him as well. “Hello, Chat Noir! It’s nice to formally meet you,” she chirped happily.

Chat beamed and answered, “Tikki, right? It’s great to finally meet you too! I must admit, you look a little different than I thought you would.”

Tikki giggled. “Did you think I’d be more insect-like? Maybe with six legs and an exoskeleton?”

Chat shrugged timidly. “Well, I mean… Maybe…?” ‘Ladybug’ and Tikki looked at each other and snickered at his reply.

Fu smiled at their interactions fondly, recalling times spent with loved ones, allies no longer here. With a small grunt, he stood up to continue the protection ritual.

“This way, Ladybug. Chat Noir and Tikki, please stand over there; we’ll need a bit of space for this. You might feel a bit tired once this is finished, so be sure to get plenty of rest tonight,” he instructed.

Tikki perched on Chat’s shoulder as he moved towards the edge of the room. They spoke in hushed voices as Fu instructed Ladybug and had her repeat phrases from his notes.

While they waited, Chat turned to Tikki and whispered, “By the way, I wanted to thank you... for helping Ladybug and keeping safe all these years. She means a lot to me.”

If kwamis could blush, Chat was sure that’s what Tikki’s face showed at the moment. “It’s been a pleasure to be her kwami. She’s the best! I’m glad you’ve gotten to know her and see what a sweet person she is.”

Chat smiled, cheeks dusted pink. “I am too.”

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Many minutes passed, and Ladybug and Fu finished casting the protection ward. Chat helped Fu gather his things as Ladybug excused herself to transform back to her regular hero self.

As she re-emerged from the bathroom, Chat handed her a glass of water and invited her to sit on the bed so she could catch her breath and gather back some of her energy. “Welcome back, Lily-bug,” he greeted her with a wink. Ladybug beamed at him, accepting the water and taking a seat next to him.

Fu stood beside them, having finished gathering his belongings in a satchel. As he gave Ladybug time to rest, he asked, “Do either of you have any questions about the protection ritual, or about anything else?”

Ladybug replied, “I actually do have some questions, sir.”

Fu nodded.

“Master... why did Hawkmoth attempt to akumatize Chat Noir last night? If he’s tried it before, why did he not succeed during other nights?” Ladybug’s questions came faster once she got started. “Since he tried to akumatized Chat, does that mean he knows where he lives now? Is Chat even safe here anymore? What about the Dupains? Are they gonna be okay? How much does Hawkmoth know?”

Chat looked at Fu expectantly, realizing that he, too, had those same questions.

Fu replied, “The owner of the butterfly miraculous sends out his butterflies in search of a specific strong emotion, but is not aware of their location until after the host accepts it. He is able to learn some vague details about why they are feeling that certain emotion. My guess is that he was able to locate him while he was having a nightmare. So, no. He does not know that Chat Noir lives here. His powers have limitations, just like you do with yours. He is more powerful since he is older and more experienced, but even he can’t overextend the capabilities of his miraculous.”

He paused, stroking his beard, and contemplated. Then he asked, “Did something happen last night to make your emotions different from what they normally are?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other, blushing furiously, stammering as they attempted to answer without divulging too much unnecessary information.

Fu raised an eyebrow, then chuckled knowingly, raising his hands to stop them. “It’s okay, I don’t need to know the details.”

“Umm! I-it’s not what you think!”

“M-master, don’t misunderstand–”

“Y-you see–”

“What happened was…”

“My guess is–” Fu interrupted, “–That Hawkmoth sensed your great joy last night, and became enraged. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being happy because it would mean that he is in the wrong, and his pride won’t allow him to accept that.”

Chat and Ladybug fell silent, looking downcast, as the explanation both made sense yet was immensely disheartening.

“There’s something else, Master,” Ladybug spoke again. “Something happened at school today. Akumas, but they vanished without a trace. I mentioned it to you earlier today over the phone. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Ah, yes. And all that remained was two white feathers?” Fu asked.

“That’s right. Could the akumas still be out there because they haven’t been purified?”

Fu shook his head. “Allow me to explain. Firstly, as Ladybug already knows, two of the miraculouses in my box went missing when the temple of the guardians was destroyed: the butterfly and the peacock. One of them fell into Hawkmoth’s hands sometime within the last few years. But after hearing about what happened at the school today, we can now confirm that Hawkmoth is currently in possession of not just one, but of both of them. Either that, or he has someone else working under him.”

“The Peacock… of course!” Ladybug gasped, voice filled with dread.

Chat looked at her, then back at Fu, waiting for him to elaborate.

“The Guardian’s Grimoire calls them ‘sentimonsters’, mystical beings created out of thin air using the peacock miraculous, which harnesses the power of emotions. They can be created and destroyed whenever the wielder desires. Usually they are simple creatures, designed to be helpers or perform smaller tasks. However, they can also be more sophisticated, even indistinguishable from other humans, although an enormous amount of energy is required to create these complex sentimonsters. One can even ‘borrow’ the appearance of an already existing person. In this case, Hawkmoth chose not to give the sentimonsters the ability to speak, so they couldn’t divulge their secrets, in the event that they were caught.”

Ladybug shuddered. “What the hell?! That is so creepy.”

“Indeed.” Fu looked over at Chat, who had remained pensive throughout this exchange. “Any thoughts, Chat Noir?”

Chat looked up at him, trying to figure out how to phrase what he wanted to say. “I… I think I remember seeing the peacock miraculous in my father’s safe once. I only caught a glimpse of it; I just thought it was some of my mom’s jewelry he kept as a memento. I had no idea it was a miraculous. Otherwise, I would’ve had Plagg help me break into the safe and taken it with me when I ran away from home. There are so many things my father never told me… I’m sorry I don’t know more.”

Ladybug reached out to hold his hand, giving it a small squeeze, which he returned.

“You’ve done more than you know, believe me,” Fu replied as he unconsciously squeezed his satchel, which contained the electronic tablet where his copy of the Grimoire was stored.

He stuck his hand in his pocket and stepped forward, handing Chat Noir a card with his cell phone number.

“Call me if you have any questions, either of you. Even if it’s the middle of the night. Wayzz will make sure I hear my phone if it rings; he’s a much lighter sleeper than I am.”

“Thank you, Master Fu,” replied Chat, smiling. “And thank you too, Wayzz.”

“Thanks, Wayzz. Thank you, Master.” said Ladybug.

“Also, I must remind you once again that your identities must remain a secret until things settle down. There are negative effects that could happen if you are revealed too soon, and I’m not sure what they could be; but it’s best not to find out.”

Ladybug frowned. “But when will that be, Master? It would be so much easier to be able to communicate without having to transform.”

Fu shrugged helplessly. “I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for that. We must allow things to continue to develop on their own. I'm sure we’ll know when the time is right.”

Ladybug let out a displeased sigh. Chat nodded, glancing away with a worried look in his eyes. Despite Ladybug’s eagerness (and despite his own curiosity), waiting suited him just fine for now.

After saying their goodbyes, Fu left the pair behind and let himself out with a final wave. The two heroes remained in the bedroom, contemplating what had been discussed.

After sitting in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say next, a lightbulb seemed to light up inside Ladybug’s brain, and she began typing away into her yo-yo communicator. Chat watched curiously, wondering what she was up to.

Moments later, she hopped out of the bed to jot something down onto a sticky note from Chat’s desk, then walked back.

“Just because we can’t tell each other who we are doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to contact each other when we’re not transformed. Kwamis aren’t pagers, after all.”

“Pagers? What decade is this, anyway?” Chat razzed.

“Hush, you,” she mock scolded him, suppressing a smile. “ Anyway! Here’s my brand new, Chat Noir-exclusive email address,” she said, handing him the note with a wink.

Chat’s eyes lit up. “Wait, really??” He unfolded the paper as if it was a Christmas present, excited to read the contents. His eyes widened and he burst out laughing.

“ ‘[email protected]’ ?!”

“What, you don't think I’m great?” she teased, striking an exaggerated, Chat Noir-style pose.

Chat’s snickering only intensified and he nodded. “Oh, for sure! The greatest!” he agreed.

Ladybug smirked. “I made it just now,” she explained. “So you’re the only one who knows about it. We may not be able to hang out in person yet, but I’d still like to talk to you during the day. Plus, it’ll come in handy for emergencies.”

“Buginette you’re a genius!”

Ladybug giggled, feeling her face warm up despite herself. “M-maybe we can message each other when you have some free time? I mean… now that you don’t have to worry about getting akumatized in your own room anymore. Your bedroom’s pretty much the safest place in Paris now, thanks to Master Fu.”

“And thanks to you, as well, my dear ‘Lily-bug’,” Chat reached up to take her hand, gently pulling her down to sit next to him. “I feel much better already. And knowing I can talk to you anytime makes me feel even safer.”

She scooted closer, setting her head down on his shoulder. “Y-you know… you make me feel safe too, Kitty.”

Chat’s insides twisted into pleasant little knots, suddenly feeling rather warm. “Really?”

He felt her smile as her hand squeezed his arm, her other one sneaking across their laps to wrap her fingers around his own. “Yeah. I know we’ve only been allies for a short time, but I’ve already lost count of all the times you’ve saved me or sacrificed yourself to help others. Our partnership grows stronger every day, and I think Hawkmoth knows it. He knows we’re stronger together. And it’s only a matter of time until we can be together without these masks too, I just know it.”

He turned towards her, putting his fingers under her chin and lifting her head to have her look up at him. Their eyes met, her pupils dilating as they focused on his own, and he could see a bright blush blooming on her cheeks.

“Me too,” he whispered, as he brought their lips together.

She blissfully melted into him, letting out a small noise of contentment. She deepened the kiss, reaching behind his head to caress his hair with her slender fingers. Their kisses and breaths mingled together and they lost track of everything else around them.

A little while later, they faintly heard the grandfather clock striking the hour in the living room, then some noises as the Dupains shuffled upstairs from the bakery to get ready for bed.

Ladybug pulled back and they separated, his lips still tingling from her touch.

“I… I should probably get going soon,” she lamented with a small shrug. “It’s starting to get late.”

“Would you like me to walk you home? Or rather, to somewhere around your neighborhood?”

She shook her head. “That’s not necessary. Besides, I’m closer than you might think,” she added a bit cryptically.

“I wish you could stay,” he said softly, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear. He gave her nose a tiny smooch. “Just a teeeeensy bit more?” he begged, giving her the best kitten eyes he could muster.

Ladybug giggled shyly, cheeks still dusted with pink. She gave his own nose a peck, her lips soft and inviting. “Well… I guess I could stay just a little bit longer,” she said with a smirk.

“Purr- fect,” he said, capturing her lips once again.

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Note:

Many of the events in the “Volpina” and “Collector” episodes happened in this AU, albeit heavily modified to suit the story. Adrien found the grimoire in his father’s safe, took it out to study it, and Lila stole it. Since Adrien didn’t act impressed about Lila knowing Ladybug, she didn’t magnify the lie and claim to be Ladybug’s best friend; therefore, Ladybug never showed up to call her out on her lie, and Lila was never akumatized.

However, Tikki did see the book in the dumpster and retrieved it, and Marinette showed it to Master Fu. After Gabriel discovered the book was missing and pulled Adrien out of school, Fu made a copy so that Marinette could return it to Gabriel, and Adrien was allowed to attend school again. Currently, Adrien has no idea that this is how Fu acquired his grimoire; he merely assumes that Fu has always had his own copy.

Of course, Marinette began to suspect that Gabriel might be Hawkmoth because he owned the grimoire. Gabriel akumatized himself into the Collector in order to avoid suspicion, and with Chat’s help, almost succeeded in obtaining the ladybug miraculous. Ultimately, Ladybug outsmarted him, got him to accidentally “collect” Chat, and succeeded in purifying his akuma. But by then, Gabriel had “proven” he was an innocent civilian and Ladybug dismissed his potential involvement as Hawkmoth.

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P.S. Another note: Certain things that are similar but not identical to canon have been in my outline since the beginning, so I apologize if they're a little confusing (such as the protection talismans being similar to Ladybug's akuma victims' lucky charms or the destruction/disappearance of the Guardian Temple)

#Miraculous Ladybug #Ladynoir #Enemies AU #enemies to lovers #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Chat Noir #Ladybug #fanfiction #Discordant Sonata #ML AU #aged up #Eden writes

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true lies - s. r. (7/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison

Chapter Summary: Girls night - and Spencer and you accidentally meet each other the day after.

Warnings: a little bit of angst, and fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I'm sorry it took me song long, but I was really busy. I hope you like it! gif not mine.

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"Will you please pass me the can of glitter?", Penelope asks. Everyone gives her confused looks, except you. Your gaze is fixed on the pictures in front of you.

"What do you need glitter for?", JJ asks, taking a sip of her wine.

"This is supposed to be a vision board", she grins, grabbing the reddish can Emily holds out to her. She twists off the cap and sprinkles a little glitter on her hand before letting it trickle onto the glue-covered cardboard. "In my vision, my future is full of glitter. With the cruel things we have to see every day, everything should be full of glitter."

Emily has to grin, but raises her wine glass. The others do the same. "Here's to a future full of glitter." As the others toast and glasses clink together, you silently slide the pictures back and forth on your drab piece of cardboard.

It's been Penelope's idea for you girls to get together on a Saturday night to create vision boards together. It's been a week since Spencer and you spoke, and Penelope couldn't take your suffering anymore. She had tried so many times to cheer you up, but nothing had worked. Your heart was broken, your world was shattered, but Penelope can't take it. Ridiculous.

At first you were against it. In the last days you were just vegging out, your emotions as if erased, repressed and burned out. If you allowed your true feelings, you would break. You got up, went to work and went to bed at night. You weren't capable of doing more than that, because even every breath was far too exhausting.

And then, all of a sudden, the girls had shown up at your door. Their bags were filled with craft supplies, sleeping stuff, and alcohol. Penelope, not knowing what had even happened, had rounded everyone up and decided you needed cheering up. You wanted to slam the door in her face, but there was so much pain in her gaze and only then did you realize that you weren't the only one to suffer. Your friends were suffering with you and their visit was a kind attempt to get you back on track. And it started with them forcing you to shower and put on a sweater that didn't have a coffee stain on it.

"Y/N?", Tara addresses you and it takes a moment for your eyes to focus back on the piece of cardboard in front of you and you realize that you haven't put a single picture, saying, anything on it yet, while everyone else's hands are covered in glue. In your friends' faces you see confusion and pity. You look away. "You haven't picked out anything for your vision board yet."

Because I don't know what my future will look like without Spencer by my side, you reply in your mind. You don't want to pretend you can imagine a future without him when he's been a big part of it for years. And most of all, you don't want to admit it.

"What do you think of this one?", JJ asks, pushing toward you the snippet she's cut out of one of the countless magazines Penelope has brought. The words are written in thick letters. "Trust the timing of your life." Funny.

"Do you want to tell us what happened?", Penelope asks quietly, sipping her cocktail. There's already red glitter on the glass. "We can see how bad you are."

She only means well and she's also a good friend and actually you want to tell, but then it would come true. As long as you keep your conversation to yourself, you can pretend it didn't happen. You could go on as before and hope that everything will work out. But it wouldn't be the truth.

The truth is that Spencer and you would never get back together.

As you begin to tell it, all the dams break. Tears are streaming down your cheeks and you have to gasp in between as the words get stuck in your throat. No one interrupts you, they just stare at you, amazed that you are actually talking. And you don't leave out a single detail. You tell them that you were standing outside his room at night and he slammed the door in your face.That he wanted you off the team and insulted the crap out of you at Rossi's party, only to cuddle with you on JJ's couch afterwards and then call it a mistake. You tell them about the angry kiss, about your fights and reconciliations, and finally you tell them about your last night together and your conversation.

When you're done, you reach for your glass, which you haven't touched yet, and drink the wine down to the last drop.Only when the glass is empty and you put it down do you look at the others again. Uncertainly, you look around and recognize an infinite number of questions in their faces, which they don't ask - to be honest, you wouldn't have the answers either - and mixed feelings, which you can't interpret despite your good profiling skills. But there's one thing you can recognize in every look you meet: pain. And even though they look at you with a lot of pity, you don't regret telling them about it.

If you break from it, you know the girls will put you back together.

"That's ... a lot”, Tara says first, taking a sip of her cocktail. You nod mutely.

"We always hoped you'd find each other after all”, Penelope confesses, twisting the glitter jar shut.Apparently, she's lost the desire to put more on her cardboard.

"Even though you left Spencer, we always thought it was for a reason other than you didn't love him anymore. You were the perfect couple and we just couldn't imagine it." Up until this point, JJ had been suspiciously quiet. She looks up from her cardboard. "And now you're back, and the way you're suffering right now, we can imagine it even less. So why would you say that to him? If it's not true after all?"

"That's enough, guys. We should change the subject”, Emily interjects pouring wine into your empty glass. You're infinitely grateful to her. Talking has drained you, and just thinking about Spencer hurts. Talking about it doesn't exactly make it easier to deal with it all, but the weight on your shoulders doesn't feel quite so crushing anymore.

"You still love him, don't you?" Penelope sounds hopeful. And you don't want to take away her hope, and especially you don't want to lie to your friends, but it has to be done. You promised, even swore, that the deal would stay secret, and it was already too dangerous to have told Emily then. You wouldn't risk your friends' lives.

"No, Penelope." The glimmer of hope in her eyes goes out. It's a feeling you know all too well.

"I don't want to get too close to you, Y/N”, Tara begins. "But then why do you feel so bad? If you didn't love him anymore, then you wouldn't be so heartbroken, would you?"

And you don't have an answer to that anymore.

The topic is over and will not be brought up again. At the end of the evening, your cardboard is still empty, but you feel a little better and you mentally make a note to yourself that you owe them. When the girls say goodbye the next morning after breakfast - Penelope hugs you a little longer than the others - you head out as well. Thanks to your friends, you've realized that there's nothing you can do about the situation, that you're going to have to deal with it - and definitely not alone - and that sitting lonely in your apartment waiting for a miracle to happen is not an option.

The warm sun on your skin feels good, like a hug, and you reach out to it as you walk to your favorite bookstore. There are many people out and about, walking or shopping. Countless people are sitting in the small cafes, eating and drinking and talking. You've only been back in D.C. for a few weeks and it feels like you've never been away.

Over the past year, you've been on the road a lot, not only in the States but also in Europe. In addition to work that has sent you nearly halfway around the world, you've sat in the Hamburg State Opera, eaten in the cute cafes in Bucharest, and admired the medieval old town in Lund, Sweden. You've seen and experienced so much, met new people, but nothing resembles home. And not being able to be here for a year had been incredibly difficult.

As you enter your favorite bookstore, the smell of old books rises to your nose and goosebumps spread across your warmed skin. How much you missed it. You may have been to other bookstores, but you know this one like the back of your hand. How you've missed this. You walk down the aisles, running your fingers over the various spines before stopping at a book. The cover is a faded red and somewhat damaged, with white writing that makes you want to pull it off the shelf and open it.

You are so engrossed that you don't notice how someone comes up to you and stops next to you.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair," the person begins to quote and you wince, but don't turn around. "Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt fort he liquid measure of your steps."

You have to swallow, put a finger between the pages to find the poem again before closing the book and turning around. "Hi."

Spencer smiles at you. "I didn't think I'd run into you here."

You pucker your lips into a thin line. "Yeah, um, I haven't been here since I got back. Wanted to see if it's changed."

Oddly enough, it doesn't feel strange to be standing in this bookstore with him, considering you'd been here almost every day before and this moment is the first time you've seen each other outside of work since you had your clarifying conversation. Nervous, though, you are. You suppress the urge to tap from one foot to the other.

"So, has it changed?" Spencer tilts his head, but doesn't avert his gaze from you.

You shake your head. "Not really. But I guess the salesgirl who had the hots for you back then doesn't work here anymore." You try to lighten the slightly tense mood with the joke, and it seems to work. Spencer laughs out loud.

"I still don't think she had a crush on me." His smile widens, and it's so infectious that you have to smile, too.

"One hundred percent”, you return, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. "It was pretty funny watching her flirt with you all the time, but you didn't go for it."

The bookstore is completely empty except for you and the clerk at the entrance. Silence surrounds you, but it is not uncomfortable despite the circumstances and the new situation. You just stand there smiling at each other until Spencer takes the book from your hand.

"Neruda writes beautifully." He flips through the book once before handing it back to you. As your fingers graze, a flash goes through you, but you try not to let it show. "Very nice poems."

You nod. "I know. Only know him through you”, you answer truthfully.

Spencer has to grin. "True." He runs a hand through his tousled hair. "He's in that book I gave you once."

"Right." You don't want your conversation to end, and you don't want to leave, but it would be best for both of you. You're not ready to be friends yet, and while your meeting doesn't feel awkward, you're not sure how to handle it. You tap the book and look at him.

"I'll go pay for that." You walk past him, but turn back to him. "It's good to see you, Reid." You use his last name on purpose, knowing full well that his first name is reserved for friends. And in your opinion, you're not ready yet.

"It's good to see you, too."

You nod to him again before leaving without turning around again. You feel his gaze on you anyway.

When you get to work the next day, there's a gift on your desk. It's wrapped in brown wrapping paper and a cord is tied around it and tied into a bow. Simple and beautiful. You set your bag down, confused, before sitting down and inspecting it.

"Who's this from?", Luke asks, walking past you to his desk. You shrug ignorantly.

"I don't know."

The gift is slightly larger than your hand, but not particularly heavy. After opening it and putting the paper in the trash can under the desk, you take a closer look at the book. It's black, and the cover features a plain white flower, with the word "poetry" engraved underneath. As you open the first section, you come across something written. You recognize Spencer's handwriting.

"And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud, was more painful than the risk it took to blossom - Anais Nin."

Your heart skips a beat and you block out the feeling spreading through you. You flip through the book and realize it is completely blank except for this poem. The pages are lined and practically screaming to be filled.

"Do you like it?", Spencer asks, sitting down across from you at his own desk. He sets his fresh cup of coffee down in front of him and you give him a friendly smile.

"It's wonderful." You blink away the tears forming in your eyes. "Thank you."

"I found it in the bookstore after you left. And I know you like to read poetry, and I thought you could write down your favorite poems in it." He takes a sip of his coffee.

"That's very sweet of you. Really, thank you, Reid."

"Spencer." A thin smile spreads across his face and you warm. "My friends call me Spencer."

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The types as strangers I wish I had known (version 4)

Previous versions: One, two, three

INTJ: She was the first person to show me kindness in a new place. Moving across the country all alone in the middle of a pandemic is not exactly the ideal start of your first real job. So she took it all on herself to take me by the hand, to organise all the things that I had no clue about. She gave me a little tour around the workplace, recommended me places to eat once the pandemic is over, asked me about how I was settling in, remembered little things I mentioned. She was the only person not working from home when I first arrived and so it was just the two of us. She was quiet and reserved as most people here seem to be, and she was awkward in every way when interacting with me. But she tried so hard and maybe it’s just me projecting, but she said her son was in the very same situation as me right now, and it felt like she tried to help me in the way she couldn’t help her son, like she wanted to take me under her wing, but not make it awkward, and then actually making it slightly awkward in doing so. Her heart just felt warm and so did mine when I said thank you.

ENTJ: Everyone knows the classic character of a self-righteous doctor in a hospital show. You know that one. The one that everyone thinks may be hard-working and clever, but heartless and uncaring and egocentric, but a few episodes down the line you start to see that there is more going on underneath the rude attitude. I’ve always believed this to be a stereotypical depiction that is more of a caricature until I met her. She was a doctor at a hospital I stayed in, and damn, she was just like that. She stormed into the rooms, rolled her eyes at a patient whose German was bad, even though she had a thick accent herself, couldn’t be bothered to commit to polite standards of communication like saying hello or thanks, and she didn’t care to wait for just a second when a nurse was in her way and pushed her aside instead. Especially two young nurses were exasperated with her and complained about her as soon as she stormed out of the room. They really made me feel like I had gotten myself into a hospital show as a patient, it was fantastic. And I have to say, even though this young doctor had all of these flaws, she was the only one that actually talked to the patients and explained what was going on, hell she even talked to that woman’s daughter on the phone for a few minutes because the woman didn’t understand the language. Just like on tv, she may have been rude, but at least she seemed like a good doctor.

INTP: My university department held a conference and I was responsible for making sure that all these professors and PhD students didn’t die from their coffee cravings, so I spent most of my time running around with giant coffee cans. And I have to admit, among all the scientists that were roaming the halls, I couldn’t help but stare at him. He was a PhD student from the Netherlands and there was just something about him that did not fit in. You know how professors are often a bit eccentric or strange by normal standards (which explains why we had to explain to an unspeakable amount of them how a coffee can works), so you’d imagine he’d fit right in. But he didn’t. He was his own universe. While everyone was networking, he was studying the research posters in silence. Not because he was too shy, he seemed very comfortable in his own skin. He just didn’t seem to care all that much about other people. I got to listen to a few talks and as he sat in front of me, I saw him play a video game. At an international conference. With professors and colleagues sitting behind him. And he still managed to ask intelligent questions about the talk afterwards. No idea how. Part of me wished I could have talked to him, not because he was cute though he was, but rather because I really could not tell you what kind of person he was. Was he a good person? A bad one? Probably something in-between. But I don’t think my opinion would have fazed him all that much, since to me, he seemed like the kind of person that valued his own opinion on himself the most, and I think that’s a good thing that he’s got there.

ENTP: I had just moved to a different city in a completely different part of the country, and I had just gotten back from my first walk around town. Sounds exciting, but I got back to this unfamiliar flat that I was supposed to call home now and I was panicking. So I stepped out on the balcony hoping the cold air and the stars above could calm my nerves. But it wasn‘t them that did. I stood there in the dark and saw an elderly couple in the parking lot. The woman was in a very similar mental state as me. She was running around their car and was talking about all the things they still had to take care of and things they‘d need, but had forgotten, and her voice got higher and shakier with every word. And then her husband just went and hugged her. She kissed him goodbye three times and every time she did, he let out a little laugh, calm and gentle. He pat her on the back and said that everything was going to be okay, that they would see each other again tomorrow. She kissed him goodbye one last time before she drove away, and I stood there alone in the dark and thanked the universe that I was there at the right time to hear this old man‘s words. For some reason he always seems to appear every time I‘m feeling low and strikes up a little chat with me. And every time he leaves, I have already forgotten what I was sad about.

INFJ: I think everyone pursuing an academic career has this one hero, this one scientist that lit the spark in their heart to dedicate their life to science just like them. I know I have one. So when I started an internship at his lab with one of his colleagues, I didn‘t really expect to meet him. I had seen him around once in a while, yes, but who was I to approach a stranger to tell him what his work meant to me? But then came the plenary meeting that was meant to get more people of the lab to get to know one another - and he approached me. He sat down next to me, asked me about my academic past and future, asked about my current project with his colleague. And I still can‘t believe it. Only a little girl singing in the church choir who is suddenly approached by Beyoncé can hope to imagine what it felt like. He was an internationally renowned scientist, he would have had every reason to look down on the rest of us. Many of them certainly do. But here he was, talking to a little intern from abroad. He was such a genuinely nice person, was sweet and slightly awkward, he even mirrored my weird head nodding that I always do when all the words have left me. He felt like a kindred spirit. I didn‘t tell him what these few minutes talking to him meant to me though part of me wishes that I did, yet still he invited me to the meetings of his research team even though I was not a part of it. And when I came and sat down, he turned around, smiled at me and turned away again, and I can‘t tell you how insane it feels that all of this actually happened.

ENFJ: I’ve written about him before and I will write about him forever. I remember the day our eyes first met in that crowded school corridor almost half of my life ago. I don’t know why neither of us could look away that day, why neither of us could ever look away again from this day on. Somehow our eyes always found each other. I remember the snowy day at the train station so many years later, how he stood there alone in the cold and how he slowly walked towards me, his eyes glued to his feet that abruptly stopped right next to mine. And yet he stayed silent. As did I. So we stood there for an hour waiting for our train, quickly averting our eyes every time they came close to meeting. I remember him looking back at me over his shoulder once we got off the train. He seemed quite flustered that I was about to find out that he had parked his car right next to mine and so he fled. Both of us kept parking our cars next to each other, even when we didn’t see each other for months. But I could never follow him out. He was my own personal mystery. I spent countless nights staring at the ceiling wondering what it was, this strange thing that was going on between us, this little secret that we shared, and I wondered who he really was inside, not who he pretended to be in front of his friends. He was like an island in their midst, always a bit detached, always tucked away behind a smile. Soon twelve years will have passed and still we’ve never spoken a word, but somehow these dark brown eyes still feel more familiar than my own, these eyes that always seemed to look right into my soul. I could have stared at them my whole life. I honestly have no idea what it is that is tying me to him, what it is that I felt back then and what I’m feeling right now. Maybe I’ll never know. I haven’t seen him in three years, but I know our paths will cross again some day. I can feel it in my bones. This story is not over yet. Maybe then we’ll finally be ready to meet properly. Maybe then we’ll finally be able to speak.

INFP: I happened to stand at the window when I saw the new postman approach our letterbox, and so I watched him throw letters and magazines inside - and stop. He moved his head closer to the box and a frown appeared on his face. He backed off, wanted to leave, came back again and didn’t seem to know what he was supposed to do. So he rang the doorbell. As I opened the door, there he was, shy and with slight panic in his eyes. “I’m so sorry”, he said. “There is a sign on your letterbox that you don’t want advertisements, but I saw that too late and I had already thrown it in. I’m terribly sorry. I can’t get it out of the box and so I thought, I should ask if that’s alright.” And my heart just went awwww, that’s adorable. I smiled at him and told him that it was absolutely fine. He seemed so relieved. So he went away and I closed the door.

ENFP: This is for the man with the kind, but heartbreakingly sad eyes who sometimes sits in front of the train station silently begging for money. This is for the grandparents who spent their train ride trying to teach their little grandchildren the numbers from one to five. This is for the old woman who always kneels down in the middle of the train station with her forehead pressed to the ground, keeping still for hours, enduring the devastation of thousands of people passing by without stopping. This is for the woman who knelt down next to a homeless man, who took his hand and asked how she could help him. This is for the man who made faces at the little boy sitting next to him on the train to make him laugh. This is for the anger I felt when I saw the distraught face of a 10-year-old boy coming out of the movie „1917“ at the cinema with his father. This is for the happy little puppy who lives next to the bakery where I usually grab my lunch. This is for the twenty people who decided to all speak a foreign language during a meeting with each other just because I was there too, a total stranger they had never even seen before who is bad at their native language. This is for the creep that asked me in the middle of the street at night to accompany him. This is for the two teenagers who went to buy sandwiches and coffee for a homeless woman. This is for the families I often see sitting at the train stations, sometimes with a baby in their arms, holding a sign saying „Syrian family. We are hungry, help us please.“ This is for the man who yelled at his girlfriend because she gave them some money. This is for the people who play music during everyone‘s morning commute on the train. This is for all the people who approached me speaking in French and started to laugh when I apologised for not being very good at it. This is for Paris, in all its beauty and all its ugliness. This is for humanity, in all its beauty and ugliness.

ISTJ: He was sitting alone on the train, looking out of the window while listening to something with headphones. He was a tall guy in his mid-20s, one with a full beard, long brown hair in a neat ponytail, and a t-shirt of some rock band that I had never heard of. So, I was sitting there, three meters away, minding my own business, when I suddenly heard a giggle. The entire car of the train had been quiet all this time as it usually is, so I looked up and saw this guy trying to contain his laughter. He pressed the lips together, scratched his nose in order to inconspicuously cover his mouth. I don’t know where this sudden burst of laughter came from. Maybe he was listening to an audio book and reached a funny part. Maybe he was listening to a voice message of a funny friend. Maybe he just had a very amusing thought, I don’t know. But I’ve always had a soft spot for people who randomly start laughing in public and get embarrassed about it cause it’s always, always adorable.

ESTJ: She was a PhD student at my university and she was the one who mainly organised the conference that the above mentioned INTP was attending, too. And even though she didn‘t get tired of complaining about how much work this all was, how typical it was of her boss to volunteer to hold the conference at our university and then not lifting a single finger, she was like a fish in the water, not out of it. She observed everything and everyone, immediately recognised little problems or things that could become a problem, she was constantly running around checking everything, and she kept so many things in mind, it was impressive. One of the attendees sat in a wheelchair and as soon as she noticed, she made us rebuild the entire cafeteria immediately so that everything was reachable for her. And in all the running around, all the obligatory smalltalk, all the stress, she still found the time to stand with us student helpers and joke around.

ISFJ: It was 6pm on a Friday afternoon when all of Paris was trying to get home in the middle of a train strike, so the trains that did run were even more crowded than usual. I did not enjoy sharing 5 square metres with almost 40 other people. But then he entered the train and stood right next to me, leaning against the doors without moving, looking like an intellectual in gangster clothes. We were surrounded by noise of people talking and of rails screaming, by strangers breathing onto our skin, and he just stood there unfazed by it all. He radiated calmness like I‘ve never seen anyone do before. Soon it reached me too, filled me up and left no place for any distress or anxiety. He was like an island in the storm that grew and grew and grew until all of the 40 people around him were safe. I felt safe. I don‘t think he has even the faintest clue about how special he is, but I feel like it has been a privilege to have crossed paths with him.

ESFJ: Did you ever meet someone who, on first glance, looks like the perfect example of a jock, just a short guy with bigger arms than he’s tall? But then you look again, take a closer look at him and you realise that his face has goodness written all over it. He may be horribly bad at grammar for a linguistics student and he may be a bit too sensitive for his own good, but he never made it a secret of how much of a sweetheart he really is. And in situations like these, when he talks about how emotional he got as a tutor when his student told him about a dying grandfather because he felt responsible for the student’s wellbeing, in situations like these, when he approaches my friend after a class to apologise for his harsh criticism of her presentation and to tell her that he didn’t mean it that way, to which she gets all confused because she didn’t take the slightest offence to anything he has ever said in his entire life and he mumbles that he may have to stop beating himself up about stuff like this, I just want to give him a hug and never let go.

ISTP: I saw her on the metro during rush hour in Paris, and I immediately noticed her to be different. Everyone else always only stares at their phones or into space, everyone else always look like a tired zombie. She was not a zombie. She was leaning against the doors, shaking her leg in the rhythm of the music she was listening to. She was short and skinny, and not even her punk boots could hide that, but there was such a confidence shining out of her, a confidence in who she was that made her look like a giant. She looked like she‘s probably had it rather rough in life, but it didn‘t break her. She rose to the adversity, rose in spite of it all. She seemed to be capable of so many things. Intelligent enough to go into science if she ever wanted to, vicious enough to end someone who ever dared to cross her, warm enough to love deeply and with all her heart if she let it.

ESTP: It was a hot day and far hotter than a September afternoon ever should be. I was stuck in a traffic jam in the city, melting in my car as were so many others, waiting for that red light to finally turn green. And then he came, a young guy in an ugly shirt and with a hat on his head. He started to cross the street, but then stopped right there in the middle. And he started to juggle. In the middle of a traffic jam on a Friday afternoon, he juggled. Just before his green light turned to red, he bowed down to the cars a few times, and then jumped to the sidewalk and left. Thanks, mate, you enigmatic juggling traffic hero.

ISFP: I met him at a wedding. He was a bald man in his 70s with thick horn glasses and probably the most intimidating person I’ve ever met. Not because he was mean, but because he was so confident in himself and so observant. His gaze constantly changed direction. He took everything in that happened around him, he didn’t miss a single thing that was going on, and still he was calm and sure of himself that everyone at our table felt like they had to impress him in some way. Just by looking at him you knew he must have lived an extraordinary life and he really did. He liked talking about himself. He talked about living in the American desert, on a mediterranean island, in a Buddhist monastery, and on a cruise ship. He talked about the smell of the desert at night, about the taste of oranges picked from a tree. He talked about the people he met, about professors and musicians, about cooks and monks. He talked about how much his village loved him. But he also liked listening to others talk about their own lives. It was obvious that he treated life as an experience, as a journey that cannot be planned or imagined, only lived. When we said goodbye, he looked me right in the eye and told me that he thinks it’s great what I’m doing with my life and that he’s looking forward to meeting me again some day. It felt a bit like receiving praise from a deity.

ESFP: He was a nurse in the accident and emergency department at the hospital and the first person to talk to me while I was waiting in front of an examination room. He was only passing by with a colleague, but he stopped the conversation when he saw me and put his hand on my shoulder. “Aw, sugarmouse, what happened to you?”, was the first thing he said to me. You know, if an unknown man in his 50s is coming towards you and calls you “sugarmouse”, you’re usually not exactly happy, but he was just an overwhelmingly non-threatening guy that called all of the nurses and doctors by kitschy nicknames and radiated warmth wherever he went. He had noticed that I was nervous, and so he came to me and tried to gently put my mind at ease and I was really grateful for it.

#writing this took 3 years #nothing happens during a pandemic but all the more important this kind of testimony to these people feels to me #esfj has actually become a friend of mine by now #isfp is part of my family now since it was his brother's and my mother's wedding #and the enfj guy is the same as in the first version of this post that i wrote 5 years ago #i don't know where he is now or what he's doing but i really hope that his life is filled with love and happiness #i just think it's strange that after graduating i never saw 98% of the people i went to school with again #but the two people i did meet again dozens of times? were enfj and his little brother #sometimes it felt like a conspiracy of the universe and we were just too stupid #every time i think about how we had eye contact while driving past each other twice i think i‘m going insane #mbti #myers-briggs #types as #strangers i wish i had known #intj #entj #intp #entp #infj #enfj #infp #enfp #istj #estj #isfj #esfj #istp #estp #isfp #esfp

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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I honestly can't remember if I asked for #7 with Zeke...but seeing the prompt and the blurb I must ask you please do fluff #7 with Zeke. 😭💗

“you, you’re fucking home to me, okay?”

pairing: zeke yeager x female reader

cw: language, fluff, kissing, slight crying

word count: 1500+

a/n: i never realised how hard it was to write for zeke, anyway thank you to the person who resent the ask, means a lot after tumblr became a dick

summary: in which after an argument with zeke regarding his excessive jealousy and protectiveness over you, he finally reveals his true motives

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The breath of hot ashy smoke hit the air, the stray cigarette across his two fingers as he let his hand fall to his side. He watched carefully, every movement you made speaking to Reiner and Porco with the same look of admiration you had given to him hours prior. He took another drag of his cigarette, putting it out on the balcony as he went to get you away from the two blonds.

“Y/n.” His voice was filled with power and authority, he disregarded the two boys looking at you. “With me.”

It was almost a beckoning as if you were some servant girl ready for his command and will. “I’ll see you both.” You waved goodbye to the two men following the other blond, he grasped your wrist almost dragging you away. “Zeke, woah, calm down.” His grip tightened against your wrist before pushing you into his office.

He let go of your wrist watching at how you rubbed the sore feeling, “have fun?” He questioned leaning against his desk, he eyed you up and down, the military uniform around your body, with the band around your left arm. He waited for a response as you gave a confused look.

“What are you on about now, Zeke?” You muttered crossing your arms.

He repeated, “did you have fun with them?”

“Why do you care?” You glared at his overprotectiveness; it had become a common occurrence for him to call you away whenever you were around the two other blonds, but it had become excessive.

Zeke leant against the bookshelf, staring at you as he brought out another cigarette. Bringing it to his lips and lightning it right in front of you, he took a long drag, watching as the smoke hit the rest of the room.

The first time you had met Zeke had been when the two of you were teenagers, at the tender age of 18, Zeke had already gained the beast titan and you had joined the military for other reasons. A friendship had occurred from the boy who would sneak out of meetings for a cigarette and the girl who had her breaks conveniently when meetings occurred.

“Want one?” His tender baby face had made you swoon, he was perfect in every way, to the way he spoke, to the way he held the cigarette. You shrugged, stopping and sitting beside the boy. He passed the cigarette that had been in his mouth, lightening it in yours as you took a drag, “first time?”

“Was it that obvious?” You laugh holding it between your two fingers.

He gives a chuckle, staring at you taking another drag, “I have a sixth sense, that tells me when pretty girls have been tainted.”

“So what? I wasn't trained before.” You ask.

“I guess, it means that I tainted you now.” He smirked before hearing the shout of a man calling for him. “That’s me, nice to meet you…”

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You answered his pause.

He smiled happily, having been walking backwards to still face you, “nice to meet you Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Wait? What’s your name?” You shouted as he continued to tread backwards not wanting to be shouted at anymore by a superior.

“Zeke Yeager, you better not go forgetting it, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes chuckling at how the officer began berating the boy who gave a shrug, waving a goodbye at you.

It may have been your first encounter with the boy, but over the years of meeting the other Warriors. The knowledge of Paradis and Zeke’s past, you knew it all and he had gotten protective of the girl he had known for almost a decade now. Maybe it was love out of jealousy which seemed to be the obvious reason between your friends, or maybe he just didn't want anybody stealing you away. You didn’t know and didn’t care, waiting for his reply from your question after another overprotective action.

“They aren’t good for you.”

“Bullshit Zeke, tell me why you act like this now?” You tried to have authority, tried to bring about the same power he brought out, but at the sound of your dominance he laughed.

“Come on, doll, you’re gonna have to try harder to get it out of me, than that.” He took another long drag watching your lip twitch in anger. The feeling of riling you up intoxicated him, how could he not fall in love with that look of anger.

“Don’t be an ass.” You remarked back, walking up to the man and taking the cigarette from his mouth. Taking a long drag yourself as you blow the smoke to the side, you could taste his saliva already around the cigarette, but as you popped it back in his mouth. You felt your anger go down a bit.

He couldn't lie and say he wasn't turned on by your actions, the way you were so close to him yet seemed so far from him. “If you’re not going to give me an answer, I promised Reiner I’d help him with something.”

Just as you were about to leave the room, he grabbed your wrist once more, his grip soft and loose. If you tried, you’d be able to easily get out of it, but you stood faced away from him. Waiting for his next action, “you’re so fucking dense.”

“Me? Dense?” You repeated, “maybe if you didn’t try to hide your feelings through stupid remarks and commands, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Zeke was taken aback by how easily you countered in, but he wasn’t letting himself lose to you, “I don’t fucking do that, you’re just stupid.”

“You do realise everybody knows that you’re a jealous prick, that every time you call me it's when I'm around another guy, way to be a subtle asshole.” He had let go of your wrist as you seethed at him in anger.

“I don’t get jealous, who have I got to be jealous of? It's not like every time I see you with a guy, I think you’re going to leave me, you mean nothing to me.” He shouted back, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

You contemplated his words, thinking of what he had just said, “I mean nothing to you?”

Zeke acknowledged his words, staring at you, your lip quivering at his words. “Y/n, wait, I didn’t…” Before he could continue you faced him with a look of sadness.

“If I mean nothing to you, leave me alone.” You were about to leave again; this time Zeke had finally given up on hiding his feelings for you. How could he not love you; how could he not care for someone like you.

In an instant he pushed the door back, his arms on your sides as you faced him. Tears welling up, he moved his thumb to caress your cheek, wiping away your tears, “I’m sorry, I do care about you.”

You don’t speak, not bothering to face him, his ashy breath hits your cheek, waiting for him to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that I like you, I love you even, in all these years, it’s always been you.”

He moves your face to meet his own, his face only a mere inch from you. He had confessed his love so easily, but your silence and lack of tears gave mixed signals. “Me?” Was all you could stifle out.

“You, you’re fucking home to me, okay?” He whispered his mouth lingering just across your own.

“Okay.” You answered, feeling his other hand lean against the door whilst the one caressing your cheek moved to cup your face allowing your lips to touch.

His lips meshed between your own, ask still lingering between both your mouths, you didn't care though. His soft grip on your cheek contrasted the kiss, the sloppy tongue actions, your hands in his blonde hair, the feeling of his beard rub against your skin as he kept on kissing you. He pushed you up against the wall, the gap between your bodies becoming non-existent. His tongue lingered in your mouth as you both went to part, biting your bottom lip to hear your soft moans again. He never expected to have confessed so easily to you and have you in this position.

His body almost crushing you onto the wall, your legs in between his own. He stared at you with his piercing grey eyes meeting your own, it pooled with love and comfort. “I love you too Zeke.”

He gave a soft kiss to your forehead, staying in the position for a while. Waiting for you both to catch your breath and acknowledge that you two could have something with his remaining years.

You saw the clock to the side, a worry erupting from your face, “fuck, I have a meeting with Porco.”

Zeke remained encasing you, disregarding your words, “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, doll.”

“Maybe you should tell me again.” You flirted back as you both went in for another kiss.

It had been much softer, with Zeke’s hand moving to your side, holding you in place as he almost smiled through the kiss. “All mine.” He spoke through it giving you another soft kiss afterwards, you were finally all his.

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bigblackgirlstanding · 3 years

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Look me in my eyes

Christian Yu smut

Warning: Oral sex, suggestive/aggressive language, anal penetration, digital stimulation

Summary: Christian gets excited and completely indulged himself in you. You see a new side of him during sex this time. You kind of like it.

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Well, his bulge was sticking out a bit to the jeans he was wearing. He switched from one side of the chair to the next due to discomfort. His face did wince a bit from the subtle feeling he was experiencing.

It was a good thing it was dark. He had been at the club with the entire DPR gang. His girlfriend, Y/N, had decided to stay home and watch movies and head to sleep after.

He decided that he wanted to leave the scene because imagery started popping into his head. His imagination did have a tendency to get away from him even when it did not relate to work.

His mind drifted to this imagery:

Faded haze was surrounding my face making lewd facial expressions. Panting heavily with a slight shimmer surrounding my face.

He snapped back to reality at the slight pressure he was feeling in his jeans. He turned to Dabin and started to whisper, "Hey, I'm gonna go. See y'all tomorrow." Dabin nodded and continued with his night with the rest of DPR gang.

As Christian left, he waved to some of the members of DPR that noticed him leaving. He walked the streets that lead to his apartment. He decided to take drag from his vape while walking. As he moved through the different direction on the cold night, the vapor that filled his lungs flew out into a cloud. His mind drifted to the thoughts of me.

Once he had gotten to his building, he went up the elevator and stepped to his door. The pin number was a placed in and he entered.

All that he could hear was the heightened sound of the movie I was watching. I didn't hear him come in because of how captivated I was in the movie.

He put his jacket down and came to sit next to me. He went to his bed room to change into a more comfortable pair of sweats. After that, he came to sit next to me. I was a bit startled, but he couldn't tell that.

"Hey baby," I said without turning my eyes from the television. "Hey sweetheart," he said leaning closer to me. He started to kiss my neck. I chuckled at his actions upon JUST sitting down.

"Heh, what do you want," I questioned. "Gasp" he said melodramatically," can I not kiss my girlfriend's neck without having an agenda attached?"

"No, no ya can't. It's been seven years of friendship and two years of dating. I know your tricks and thought processes by now," I said matter-of-factly.

"Tsk, okay ya got me," he looked up towards me, "I wanted to try something tonight."

"Okay, what is it," I asked. "Yeeee, can we move to the bedroom then," he asked excitedly.

"Sure," I groaned turning off the television.

***Fast forward a little bit to the smut part***

He growled in my ear while gliding deeply into me. He rose to look me into my eyes. He grasped my chin quickening his rhythm into me."Look me in my eyes," he he said. "Look me in my eyes when I fuck you," I started shaking. This was a side of Christian that I had never seen before.

He was always very dorky and reserved to everyone. Even me and I'm his girlfriend. Right now, he was utterly different.

He was absolutely hungry. Almost like he hadn't eaten in weeks...No make that months. He slid into me with such ferocity I had to claw into his back to have a grip.

I needed him to come closer. He usually worked himself into me more subtly and calmly. He would hold me close to his chest while slowly gliding his member into me. He would rub my clit gently while kissing me.

The way he... The way this Christian is moving is completely different than before. He kissed me hungrily. He gripped me hungrily. He fucked me hungrily.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think this was a doppelganger trying to live a different hue to the Mr. Christian Yu. Fortunately, I've been with him long enough to know how his body and skin feels against mine and this was definitely the same Christian.

What triggered him to do this, though? I may never know.

"Baby," I gasped. I was really shaking underneath this man. In a different way than before. It wasn't fear or anything due to the difference in his rhythm. I was loving every inch of him raging inside of me.

My back was arching more than before. It was insane.

He didn't hear me. His eyes were on me while I was biting my lip while looking down at our joint centers. My titties were bouncing up and down from the ricochet of his thrusts. "Bay-BE," I whimpered louder.

He continued to fuck me intensively saying, "Huh," in response to me.

I didn't know what I was going to say anymore. My mind was not able to take this stress.

He then brought his mouth onto my nipple. Sucking on my nipple while cupping my left titty.

He circled his tongue around my areola. Making sure he didn't try to grip to hard or nibble on my titty. He lifted himself up slightly from my left nipple.

He then turned his attention to the right titty and provided the same action as he did before. He decided to lightly flick his thumb on my unattended nipple.

I squirmed even more from all the attention he was aggressively giving.

Once he had done he routine titty-check. He maneuvered both of my nipples to his mouth to suck on them. Flicking them both with his tongue.

He started to kiss up from the valley between my breasts. Up the center of my neck to my lips. His tongue danced with mine while holding me tighter.

He pulled away from me while gasping lightly atop my mouth. "Mm, fuck look me in my eyes. Look me in my eyes when I fuck you," he moaned to me feverishly.

"I love to see your (your eye color) eyes streaming into mine," he grinded deeper into my core.

"Look me in my eyes, baby. Look me in my eyes when I fuck you" he kept repeating this like a broken record.

"Oh my- I want to fuck you so hard like this all the time, yes," he said with his eyes slightly open looking into mine. He looked almost entranced at seeing me writhing from pleasure underneath him.

Out of no where I responded, " Mm, fuck yes." I gasped out and that was all I could say.

How is he able to form full sentences with this happening?

"Yeah, you like this baby. You like this, hm? Yeah, you do," the trimmer in his voice came along with the thrusts he gave. Maybe this is when he is engulfed in his own fantasy trance. He finally was able to live it with me.

He stopped for one second to grab something one the side table next to the bed. He squirted it onto his middle finger.

He moved closer to me placing his member inside me. He moved his dry hand up my back to lightly grasp the nape of my neck . He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Okay, baby you are going to feel slight pressure somewhere. Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop."

He took his middle finger that was drenched in lubricant and slowly moved it into my anus.

The new existence of pressure in my behind came as a surprise, but I liked it subtly being there. "Are you ok," he started slowly moving his member inside of me again. "Does it hurt? If it does, I can remove my finger and give you head and finish off somewhere else," he asked concerned while focused on fucking me.

Tsk, even when he is in the moment trying to get off he cares. Honestly it fucking sickens me. But this feels so good inside both ends.

He nudges the nape of my neck up to look at him. "Baby," he makes an indented thrust inside of me, "are you okay," he asks this while looking deep into my eyes.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders. "Yes," I gasped and that is all I can say while in a trance with everything going on.

"Christian-fuck...I...," I am not able to speak full on sentences in general when we have sex, but this time was extremely hard.

My leg started to shake from the moment I spoke. I came on his member while he was still thrusting inside of me.

As soon as he felt that I had come undone, he removed his member and kneeled between my thighs. Christian licked his tongue deep inside of my empty center where his member use to reside. Then he moved to my clit, licking until I finished my high. His fingers replaced where his tongue and member used to reside. His left hand stroked my thigh to calm my shaking down.

After, I was done with my high, I laid on the bed breathing deep breaths and sweaty.

Once Christian knew that he had catered to my needs, he focused on his member. He stroked himself while looking at my naked body on the bed. He bit his lip while pulling my lips toward his. He wanted to look me deep in my eyes until he had finished himself off. He kept murmuring those same words, "Look me in the eyes while I fuck you."

Even though he wasn't inside of me, I could tell from those words alone. He was still thinking of the feeling of being inside of me. Fucking me till I came. Knowing that he made me feel good. He was fucking me in his mind.

I answered him, "Okay, I'm looking." I moved closer to his face and kissed him. While kissing him, he jerked himself into his last stroke. Cumming on his hands until his member had emptied.

He lifted himself to leave and clean himself off. I got up after to use the bathroom and finished pretty quickly, heading to the bedroom before him. Afterwards, he came back to sit by me. I was laying on my stomach so he decided to rub my back and kiss me on the cheek.

"You okay sweetheart," he asked.

I looked up at him with relaxed eyes, "Yeah, I'm good. I didn't fall when I got up to use the bathroom. So I guess I'm good."

We both giggled and slept on our respective spots on the bed. It was to hot in the room to cuddle anymore.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Ayato [VAMPIRE ENDING]

Monologue

ーー Screams echo through the castle halls.

No, not just inside the castle either.

When we stepped outside,

I realized those sounds were coming from all across the Demon World.

The final thing,

Karlheinz-san left behind...

It was a new world,

where a newborn species would live.

This world does not need demons nor humans.

Therefore, he will end them.

My body would not stop shaking.

However, I managed to keep going,

because Ayato-kun was there besides me.

His kindness transmitted through our connected hands,

is what pulled me back,

right before I got swallowed by the dark pits of despairーー

Male Vampire A: Gyaaaah!

Female Vampire A: No...Nooooooo!!

ー The scene shifts to the burning forest

Yui: Oh no...!! This is horrible...!!

Ayato: Is this...Is this the world he wished for?

All for this sake...!

New race, my ass. Fuck all of this...

Yui: Ayato-kun...

???: Ayato-kun! Bitch-chan!!

Ayato: ...!?

Yui: ( This voiceーー )

ー The other Sakamaki’s approach them

Ayato: You guys...

...Look at that. Still refusin’ to die, huh?

Laito: Nfu~ Of course we’re alive.

Kanato: I actually agree with Laito for once. We are not that weak to be done in by a few flames.

Ayato: Heh...Guess that’s true.

Yui: ( Thank god...I’m so glad to see everyone alive...! )

Reiji: More importantly...What is going on? The evening gala’s entire venue has gone up in flames.

Subaru: Che...There’s piles of corpses everywhere you look.

Yui: ( No way... )

Reiji: So? Where is Father? We must update him on the status quo.

Ayato: That...won’t be necessary.

Reiji: ...What do you mean?

Ayato: He died.

Reiji: ...

Shuu: ...Died?

Ayato: Yeah.

Reiji: This is not the time to joke around...

There is no way that man would die.

Ayato: It’s not a joke. He’s no longer around.

...And it was exactly what he wished for.

Reiji: ...

Ayato: Also...Kanato, Laito.

Kanato: Yes?

Ayato: Mom died as well.

Kanato: ...

Laito: ...I see...Okay...

???: That man...has passed away...?

ー The Mukami’s appear

Ruki: In that case...Sakamaki Ayato. Does that mean...You are Adam?

Yui: ( ...Did the Mukami’s know about this as well, perhaps...? )

Azusa: Eve...Ayato-san turned out...to be your Adam, huh...?

Kou: ...We...

Yuma: ...Ugh.

Reiji: Adam? What exactly are you talking about? Explain this at once!!

Yui: Wellーー

Monologue

In the following minutes,

we told them everything which had happened up till now.

Including the full details,

on the plan their Father - Karlheinz-san - wished for.

And thenーー

Reiji: ...Unbelievable...You claim that was Father’s wish...?

Ruki: And Adam and Eve were born right now...

Ayato: Adam? Eve? My ass!

I’m Yours Truly and Chichinashi is Chichinashi! Simple as that.

Shuu: ...Sounds like something you would say...

And? What are we going to do now? We can’t just sit around and do nothing forever, can we?

Ruki: We’re returning to the human world. Then I can think, about my path in life...

Kou: You mean ‘ours’, right?

Yuma: Exactly. Don’t talk as if you’re all by yerself now.

Ruki: ...You guys...

Azusa: ...Ruki...It’s just like they said. We’re brothers, remember?

Ruki: ...Yeah, you’re right.

There you have it...So long.

ー The Mukami’s leave

Yui: ( ...Guys... )

Ayato: They left...

Shuu: They sure did...I mean, it fits them so I see no problem? Pwaah...

ーー So, Ayato. What’s your plan?

Ayato: Well...

Yui: ( Right, we can’t stay stuck in place forever either. )

( We have to think about the future. )

Ayato: ...

I’ll stay here. With Yui by my side as well.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Laito: Look at you talk, Ayato-kun! I’m impressed!

Kanato: ...Well, I suppose that’s fine. However, as you can see, Eden has been completely destroyed.

Ayato: ...Hehe. Oi oi, who do you think I am?

Don’t underestimate the Great Ayato-sama!

*WOOSH*

Yui: ( Ah...! Eden has stopped crumbling apart...? )

Reiji: ...I see.

If Father’s magic is what caused this destruction, then I suppose you can use your newly earned powers to stop it...?

Ayato: Haah, haah...I could have done this much with ease even without that jerk’s powers!

Subaru: ...I wonder...

Ayato: Aah!? What didya say!?

Reiji: Good grief...We just went through all of that, and look at you guys going at it again...

Yui: ( Reiji-san may say that but...I’m happy to have met up with everyone and be able to talk to them like this... )

Ayato: ...Tsk. ...Oi! Chichinashi!

Yui: Y-Yes!?

Ayato: Why do you look so relieved? Now that everything’s settled, you gotta get ready!

Women love that sorta stuff but they always take forever, don’t they?

Yui: Eh?

Ayato: Haah? You really don’t get it at all, do you?

Laito: Nfu~ You’re so dense, Bitch-chan.

It’s a little broken down, but when a guy asks you to live together in a castle like Eden...

There’s only one thing that could imply, right?

Yui: ...Um...

Ayato: Aah, god! You know...

ーー I obviously mean we have to get everythin’ ready for the wedding ceremony!

Yui: ...!

The two of us will...?

Ayato: Y-Yeah! I’ll make an exception for you. Only ‘cause I’ve got no other choice though!

Laito: ...Looks like someone can’t be honest with himself.

Ayato: Aah!? Excuse me!?

Laito: Oh, nothing~! Nfu~!

Yui: ( Ayato-kun and I will... )

( Oh no, this feels like a dream... )

Shuu: ...I mean, suit yourself.

Subaru: I don’t mind if that means less trouble for us.

Reiji: If you do not burden me, then please be my guest.

But, well...Since I am the only person here with some common sense, allow me to say one thing.

ーー Congratulations.

Yui: ( Reiji-san... )

Ayato: I decided I’m gonna do this shit so l will, regardless of what you guys say!

Ah, right. I guess I wouldn’t mind employin’ you guys as my servants at the castle?

Reiji: I kindly refuse. Haah...I am leaving now.

Ayato: Aah? Where exactly?

Reiji: Does that matter?

Honestly...Any place will do.

Father is no longer around. In that case, I see no reason for me to stay here.

ー Reiji leaves

Ayato: That’s why I asked wheーー

Subaru: I’m dippin’ as well.

I didn’t exactly live with you guys out of my own free will anyway. See you.

ー Subaru leaves as well

Shuu: I’ll go too then...Pwaah...Guess I’ll finally get some peace and quiet...

ー Shuu follows suit

Yui: ( They all left. Which leaves... )

Ayato: What ‘bout you two?

Laito: Hmー Let me think. I guess I could stick around.

There’s so much fun to be had with a newlywed couple, don’t you think~? Right, Kanato-kun?

Kanato: I’m afraid I can’t agree. I’m leaving as well.

ー Kanato leaves

Laito: Eehー Boring! Oh well...I guess it can’t be helped this time.

See you~! Ah! Send me an invitation to the ceremony, okay~?

ー Laito follows after Kanato

Yui: Ah...

...They all left.

Ayato: Hmph! A huge weight lifted off my shoulders, honestly!

Now it’s finally just the two of uー Woah.

...

...Come on, let’s go.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

ー Ayato steps closer

*Smooch*

Ayato: ...Nn...

Yui: Wha...!?

Ayato: Guess I’ll kiss you before that at least.

Yui: ...B-Before? You already did, Ayato-kun...

Ayato: Shush!

Well, I guess kisses aren’t half bad.

Okay! Now we’re headed off for real.

Yui: Yeah...!

Monologue

Ayato-kun pulled me by my hand,

as I once again faced Eden.

This place is currently in ruins.

However, in my eyes,

it looked more beautiful than anything.

I wonder why?

That question immediately disappeared from my mind.

The answer,

more than anything, or anyone,

was right next to me after allーー

Ayato: ーー Oi, why are you takin’ forever?

Come here already.

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I won’t let you go, no matter what happens. You better don’t take my love lightly.”

“I hope you made up your resolve when choosin’ me, Chichinashi? ...’Cause you’re mine forever now.”

Yui: ( Aah...What a peaceful day. )

( I’m so glad...Our ceremony is today. )

Ayato: Oi, whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout? Did you have other stuff on your mind when I’m here right in front of you?

Geez, I can never leave my guard down with you.

Yui: Fufu...Sorry...

Ayato: Hmph...

...Anyway...

Those guys just filled their belly and went on their merry ways afterwards. Same goes for those darn Mukami’s.

Who knows what those dudes have been up to this whole time, but for these occasions, they all show up all of a sudden.

Well, I guess it makes sense for them to show up, seein’ as I’m basically the King here now.

Yui: ( I wonder if I’m the only one...Who believes they’re actually looking out for us? )

Ayato: Oi, let me tell you, just in case.

Yui: Yes?

Ayato: I’m not with you ‘cause that’s part of his stupid plan.

Yui: Ayato-kun...

Ayato: I don’t give a damn ‘bout becomin’ the ‘saviors’ he talked of.

The Demon World’s a hot mess. But...

You’re right here in front of me.

That’s why I want to touch you. Want to embrace you.

Don’t want to let you go. Want you by my side...

In short, um...How do I say this...?

...

Aah, right!

ーー I love you, Yui.

...I love you...

No matter what becomes of the world, let’s be together.

That’s simply how I feel.

Yui: ( ...Ayato-kun... )

( I love you too. )

( From here on out, I’ll only ever trust you...and continue to love you. )

( Together...Forever... )

ーー THE END ーー

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jerzwriter · 2 years

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New Years Eve with Casey & Tobias

Once again a big thank you to @liaromancewriter for the beautiful template! :) Thank you to @jamespotterthefirst for bringing this amazing concept to us. Thank you to their parents for having them and, most of all, to the universe for bringing us all together. ✌️

My other pairing had a very different New Year's Eve, choosing to have a quiet night alone instead. This is the second New Year's Eve that they've known each other, but their first one together and they're spending it at his place. Come see what happens below the break!

This is a couple who likes to laugh, loves a party and they're always down for a celebration; but they decided that they wanted to celebrate their first new year together alone.

The only elements that were essential for the night were some good wine, T's fireplace and each other, the rest was all icing.

Tobias made a scrumptious homemade dinner, they took a stroll around Back Bay to pick up Casey's favorite wine (which they forgot earlier) and then they returned to his place to watch the fireworks at midnight. Unfortunately, the bathtub was just too appealing. It was almost as if Tobias lined the room with candles and rose-petals or something. They threw on robes just in time to sit at his bedroom window and watch the fireworks explode outside... afterwards... they exploded inside.

This was Casey's family's midnight toast each year, "May the best of last year be the worst of the next."

When the year started, Tobias had it bad for Casey, but he was still friend-zoned. Casey was falling for him, but she was coping with the attack and their past experiencing dating (... bad...) prevented things from going further... until thy did. They each shared a photo of a happy memory from the "Before, during and after" stages of falling in love.

Casey: "I took the before picture when he was picking me up for his weekly visitation."

Tobias: "I hate it when you call it that!"

C: (giggles) "I know, which is why I still do it. Learn reverse psychology."

T: "You were my friend, and I was trying to help you through a traumatic experience. You weren't a child."

C: "I'll show them the whole photo with the lunchbox you were handing to me, people may beg to differ."

T: (shakes head) "My before was during the same time period. She was in my backyard on the first nice day of spring."

C: "He was getting increasingly worried that I'd never want to be anything more than friends."

T: "That's the understatement of the millennium. I thought for sure I was going to have to sit back as her 'good friend' as she fell in love with some arrogant asshole."

C: "But instead, I chose this arrogant asshole."

T: "You have amazing taste in arrogant assholes. Funny story on my 'during' photo. That was at my apartment after our first dates. I got it off of my security camera."

C: "I always wondered where that came from. Mine was at work. We snuck into a supply closet for a quick kiss, nothing more..."

T: "Right..."

C: (smacks him) "It was nothing more! Well... at that time. Anyway, we were in the middle of a kiss when someone bursts in. Thank God it was Sienna. I was trying to hide us behind a file, and she breaks out her camera with her "I KNEW IT" look written all over her face."

T: "My after was from late fall. Finally walking all around Boston able to show off my girl."

C: "And mine is the first time I took him ice skating."

T: "The only think I was showing off that night was my outfit."

They played a game she found in Cosmo. They each had to answer the question with a photo they found on line, sharing the screenshots at the same time when they were done.

I want....

They wanted the same thing, for her to move in. And she did very soon after.

Let's go....

She picked NYC at Christmas, since it was so magical for them last year, she wanted to experience it again with more time to spare. (They went, a Christmas trip became an annual tradition for them.)

He picked the Maldives and he took her, right after she passed the boards.

I'll give him/her....

She picked her heart; he picked my everything. They both followed through.

They based their answers on this year. They are apt to feel different about New Year's eves to come. Some notes...

Casey was not about to ruin the night by cooking, but Tobias won the argument (and did all the cooking).

They wanted the kiss at midnight, but ... things happened, so they had to adjust.

(Apparently I owe @thesassywitchofthenortheast resolutions too. OOPS)

More on NYE here

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milkacchan · 4 years

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Fav boys thinking S/O reader has a kid bc they misunderstood a conversation with friends or on the phone but in reality they were talking about their pet

Bc i talk to my dog like he's a small child and care for him like one and its caused confusion

Bakugou:

• he's just chillin

• youre in another room of the dorms

• You're within the ear shot

• and your phone rings

• he doesn't really think anything of it but he can't help but eavesdrop when youre on the phone

• nothing alarming until

• "How's my son?"

• and he freezes

• he feels himself pale but he keeps listening

• "I miss him so much, I didn't know it was going to be this hard to be away from him," you groan. "I just want to see him and boop his nose and coddle him."

• Jesus christ

• "he's getting chubby though, thats good, he was so tiny when he was born. So much loose skin-"

• Ngl his stomach kinda drops

• You have a kid??

• How did this happen- WHEN did it happen?

• It couldn't have-

• oh it very well could

• You disappeared for your 2nd year in UA- it could've happened then-

• and you didn't tell him.

• Not when he was your best friend and not when he was your boyfriend

• He feels betrayed- he feels gross-

• he has a right to at least KNOW of the child's existence- I mean he knew it wasn't his, but still.

• And so for the next days he's really weird.

• he tries to he normal with you, text when he can, hug you goodbye, just continue like things were

• but he just couldn't.

• And he dreads when you confront him about it- he knew you would, you've always been like that

• "You have a kid!" He snaps. "You left during second year, didn't tell anyone about it and then you came back- and you didn't tell me. I wouldn't have been mad! I wouldn't have pushed you away, I-"

"Katsuki what the FUCK are you talking about?"

"You. Have. A. Child."

"Source?"

"When you were on the phone with your mom?"

You paused for a moment. "Jesus Christ Kat, I was talking about my puppy. I got a dog while I was traveling ABROAD during my SECOND year, with my COUSIN. I helped deliver him because I was interning at a vet. He was the runt and they thought he was gonna die. So I stayed an extra two weeks and I brought him home."

He clenched his jaw. "God damn."

"Katsuki, I tell you everything. I wouldn't hide that from you. Besides," you made a face, "i'm too scared to have sex with you, because sex is scary. Why the fuck would I have it with anyone else?"

"I dunno." He mumbled.

• You take him to see your dog, obviously

Kirishima:

• he isn't even entirely sure what you were doing

• all he knows is that you're cooing into the phone held against you ear

• "Hey baby, its me! You miss momma?"

• Momma.

• bro- he just kinda zones out.

• his mind immediately going to the fact that you might have a child- not might- you do

• I mean how else could you explain that?

• he didn't even stop to think WHEN you could've had a child. He just jumped right in.

• He wasn't mad- how could he be?

• it wasn't wrong for you to have a kid.

• maybe you should've told him but you could've been scared.

• afraid he might leave you

• he wouldn't leave you, God no.

• he loved you and it was going to stay to help you

• I mean, he doesn't want you to go through this alone.

• You guys are what, just barley 18? You already have a kid, thats gotta be tough.

• So he makes the decision, instead of being upset or hurt that you didn't tell him, he's just going to step in and see if you'd like help.

• He won't push to meet the kid, thats up to you. Introducing kids to partners before its really serious doesn't always go over too well.

• he plans what he's going to say in his head, goes over it twice and nids to himself.

• that all goes out the window when you sit on the couch again

• "You have a kid?" He blurts and mentally kicks himself afterwards.

"I'm sorry what?"

"It's okay, I'm not mad, really," he put his hands up, "It's hard to tell someone about it. You can trust me with stuff, even things like that. I won't use it against you or get mad- I'll even help out if you need. Sure its not mine but it really doesn't need to me-"

"Eiji, baby, shut the fuck up for a second."

He closes his mouth, stopping his ramble.

"What are you talking about?"

"On the phone, you were talking. To your kid right? You said 'it's momma,' and-"

"Babe I was talking to my dog. I haven't seen her in two months and she recognizes my voice over the phone. I talk to her most nights before bed. We just had to do it earlier today."

• He feels his face flush.

• Jesus christ.

• you're cackling.

• he doesn't think its that funny

• he profusely apologizes for thinking you had a kid, implying that you did /things/ with anither person

• Obviously you take him to meet your dog because what kind of mother would you be if you didn't?

Deku:

• Dekus the kind of guy that would definitely take a few days to himself if he found that out.

• You've got a 50 50 chance of him staying

• He doesn't like it when people lie to begin with, it makes him feel weird

• So for him to find out you have a whole ass /child/ that he didn't know about?

• he's pissed. And sad. And confused. Because when the fuck did you have it??

• You'd think with all the analyzing he did, he'd be able to pick up maybe you were talking about a pet or something??

• Wrong. His emotions take over and he's just gone

• and once you get off the phone you're like?? Zuku? Baby where'd you go???

• 3 days.

• 3 Days he ignores your texts, calls, approaches before you get tired of it

• during those 3 days, well- day 3 more like, he goes to his friends

• like fuck i have a problem

• and theyre like ?????

• "So um- they have a kid."

"They what??????"

"Y/n has a kid. I heard them talking over the phone."

"Do you think maybe you mught've misunderstood? I mean when yould they even have had time to have one?"

"I don't know! But they didn't tell me! What am I supposed to do?"

"First off," todoroki begins, "what did they say that led you to believe they have a child?"

"Well, they were like, he's my son- not yours, and then they were like, he's growing out of his clothes, and but that his feet were still tiny-"

"Did they use a name?"

"Yeah, well, a nickname I guess, stubby? I think it was?"

"Midoryia that's their dog. They have a dog who likes to wear sweaters. Since he's a puppy " Todoroki sits up. "She refers to her dog as her son.

"I thought they only had a bird," he dropped his head to the table and whined.”They only told me about their bird,”

"Good luck fixing that."

• He brings you flowers.

• and chocolate

• to your dorm

• and when you answer you look very displeased.

• you just kind of eye him, waiting for him to speak.

• "Angel," he begins, "I'm sorry. I- I jumped to a conclusion."

"And what conclusion was that."

"That you had a kid." He mumbled. "When you were talking about your dog."

"You dumb fuck, we haven't even had sex yet. Who else would I be with? When would I even have had time to make a human being?"

"I know. I'm sorry."

• He wants to meet the dog.

• You make him wait.

• HOWEVER

• You do show him pictures.

Sero:

• He's high off his ass bro.

• fuckin zoinked

• you take a phone call in which you clearly mention dog features but he only seems to catch baby, princess, daughter, small toes, and chubby

• N he's like sweet you have a daughter,

• and then he forgets about it, too caught up with staring at something on the ceiling

• a bug he thinks

• and then he starts laughing because he thinks the word bug is funny lmao

• and when you get off the phone he leans his head against you

• and like 10 minutes later he remembers as he's kissing your neck

• "oh, so you have a daughter? How old is she?" He's so nonchalant too lmao

"Baby what?"

"You have a daughter, right? You were talking about her over the phone. She has small toes. How old is she?"

"Sero, you're gone," you smile, ruffling his hair.

"What? Did I do something? I don’t want to leave,” He frowns.

"I’m not making you leave babe. I don't have a daughter. I have a puppy named bubbles, but I call her princess. She's a teacup."

"Oh that's so cute,"

• its just amazing that he wasn't conflicted by the possibility that you may have had a daughter

• maybe its because he's high

• maybe he just really doesn't fucking care

• either way he vibed with the idea

• and then was like oh cool can I see a picture of your dog then

• and then fell the fuck asleep when the high started to wear off

• boy what a day

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years

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The baker’s daughter

Summary: Mydra never thought she would end up in the local brothel, but after her father died, and she was too young to take over his business as the local baker, she found herself agreeing to what was proposed to her. So she lived at the local brothel, watching the girls and boys work, observing, until one day she finally would be ready to let one man be her first. That she would form somewhat of a friendship with the Prince of Dorne was as surprising to her as it was to him.

Wordcount: 4k+

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFC

Warnings: soft Oberyn, mentions of prostitution, loss of virginity, smut, slight voyerism (?)

A/N: With the intention of writing the flilthiest Oberyn smut there ever was naturally my brain made me write the softest Oberyn ever (probably) sorry. Also wow, me writing for Game of Thrones (kinda) who would have thought of that? lol

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When she thought about her future when she was little, Mydra thought that she would maybe become a baker. She used to love baking with her father. He was all the family she had left after her mother had died at childbirth. Until he died only a little over a year ago and her life changed in a matter of weeks. She was too young to take over her father's profession and she didn’t know much about it.

So when she was approached by a woman one day, about to become homeless, she found herself agreeing to something she had never seen for herself:Becoming a whore.

Mydra never had even kissed a boy. Or a girl when she was brought to the brothel. Fortunately, that didn’t change right away. She was just there to observe a silent pair of eyes in the shadowy corners as she watched girls with whom Mydra had become friends please not only men but women.

The thought of selling her body for pleasure wasn’t as strange as it was in the beginning the longer she watched. She felt herself wondering how it felt to please a man. How it felt to be touched. To be so desperate for release that she begged.

She had an arrangement that all the virgin girls had with the Lady of the house. She got to choose the first client whenever she was ready. All the girls at the brothel were there of their free will, free to leave whenever they should choose. Only a small number of girls chose to do so. And the longer she watched the more she didn’t saw herself leaving.

Until the Prince walked in one night.

She had heard rumors about him. Of course, she had. He was the most handsome man she had ever laid her eyes on. And oh the way he gave himself to not only the girls but the boys. He not only was beautiful and charming, but he did also know exactly what he wanted.

It was the third time he had come in when he spotted her in her corner, watching. It was the first time someone had even acknowledged her existence.

His eyes had never left hers as he continued to hold on to the girl who was riding him and she had never felt this aroused before in her life. The moment he reached his peak would forever be burned into her memory, his groan reaching her ears. It was the first time she ever felt a sting of jealousy for only being a silent observant. She wanted to be the girl in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her untouched cunt.

“I’ve never seen you before…” he had caught her by surprise as she tended to fill the bowls with fresh berries and sweets in the common area.

“I’ve been here for a while your highness.” she smiled shyly. He was dressed in gold, his chest only barely covered by his tunics.

“Then I’d like to apologize for not noticing you earlier, my flower.” he hummed, his hand reaching for one of the big strawberries she had just gotten out. Mesmerized she watched as he brought it to his lips, his tongue daring out to catch the sweet nectar.

His lips twitched into a small grin seeing her flustered. She looked young. Maybe too young to be working in a place such as this. He wondered if it had been her choice to stay here. Her beauty was almost breathtaking and he wondered how she would blossom in a couple of years when she truly became a woman. He saw her blush and shyly look away from him.

“What is your name, my flower?” he asked.

“Mydra, but…” she stopped herself before continuing, scared of overstepping.

“But?” Oberyn asked.

“I like it when you call me my flower,” she whispered.

The prince smiled at her warmly. “Then I shall continue to do so, my flower.”

She wasn’t there in the room the next time the prince came to seek release. She had been in another room, yet he found her after, sitting on the big balcony watching the stars. She had not been able to stop thinking about the handsome prince. Mydra had only talked to him for a little while but it didn’t take more time to confirm the rumors about him. He was a gentle and kind man. The way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only person in the world. No one had ever looked at her like that.

“My prince if I may be so bold?” she asked one night. It seemed like a routine. He came into the brothel to seek a quick release only to spend hours with Mydra afterward just talking. He was fascinated by the young woman. Her mind too sharp to be working in a place like this. Not that he had anything against brothels. He was one of their best paying customers after all. But Mydra fascinated him. She was as stunning as she was intelligent. He caught himself thinking about her more often. Imagining her as he sought release in another woman. He knew the rules in this place. Mydra had to be still untouched. A virgin. And something about knowing that no man before had ever laid hands on her was as soothing as it was intriguing.

“You may, my flower.” he smiled, leaning closer. He could see that she was nervous, fiddling with her hands, not meeting his eyes. Slowly he tilted her chin up so she had to look into his eyes. He was so close. She just had to lean in to kiss him. She had been wondering if it was normal for the prince to spend this much time out in the night, not in the safety of his own chambers. But she liked him. He had always been nice to her.

On some level, he felt like a friend. Her only friend. The girls at the brothel asked her about his intentions in spending this much time for her without seeking the comfort of release in her. And frankly, she did too.

“I was wondering if it’s usual to befriend a whore without actually seeking…” she searched for the fright word “physical release?” she asked, sucking her bottom lip in. Oberyn was surprised by her boldness, yet not surprised at all at the same time. He had been with many women before to be able to read their body language. He could see her goosebumps whenever he touched her arm, her hard nipples under her silk tunic and he more than often asked himself if she would be as wet as he was aroused around her.

“My flower… You’re not a whore.” he kept his fingers on her chin, as he looked deep into her eyes. “Not yet at least. You have never been with a woman or a man before, have you?”

“I haven’t.” She whispered, confirming what he had known for weeks and months.

“So you are just a girl living in a brothel until you decide someone is worthy of showing you the wonders of physical release.” he smiled softly.

“What… Why did you never ask for me when you come in here?” she genuinely wanted to know. Because for weeks her dreams were filled with nothing but the prince.

“Because it is you who has to ask, my flower,” he whispered and she swallowed.

“And know that if you would ask, I would decline,” he added and she could practically feel her heart breaking. Of course, the Prince of Dorne wasn’t interested in a virgin wannabe whore such as herself.

“I would decline because you my flower deserve to be bedded in the most delicate of sheets. You deserve to be bathed in affection and you deserve to be loved not fucked like some whore.” She gasped at his words. He slowly leaned in and she was sure her heart stopped beating when his smooth lips brushed softly over hers.

“I would give you the world, Mydra. All you have to do is ask me for it.” he smiled.

A wave of feelings seemed to crash over her at his words. Did he mean it? Did he really mean his words? The longer she stayed here, the more she knew this wasn’t what she wanted from life. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but she didn’t want to be a woman of the night. Sleeping with everyone willing to pay for her.

She made the decision a while ago but hadn’t told anyone, too scared to be judged even though all she received in these walls was kindness.

And then there was Oberyn. Yes, he was a friend, but every time he came in to seek release from someone else her heart seemed to break even though she knew it would only be a little while before he would find her, to spend the next hours talking with her. She had never been in love, but the more time she spends with him, the more she thought that maybe what she felt for him was love.

A silly thought. The prince and a baker's daughter who had been thinking about becoming a whore to save her life.

“What is going on in that head of yours?” Oberyn asked, watching her closely.

“It’s silly…” she shook her head.

“Nothing you ever say will be silly, my flower,” he assured her.

“Is that a challenge?” she grinned and Oberyn chuckled.

“If you seek one, yes.”

She breathed in deep.

“My prince, I fear I will not be able to… agree to what you propose as my heart is not strong enough to share what I have no right in to be mine,” she whispered. Oberyn’s heart stuttered at her words before he smiled softly.

“Then your heart shall not have to share, my love.”

My love. She blinked at him, her heart fluttering as she registered his words.

“But you’re the Prince of Dorne. Surely there are rules. If I understand what you implied correctly… I… Oberyn I don’t think… I… You could… We could never…”

“Breathe for a moment and listen to me?” he pleaded, reaching for her hands. She nodded, concentrating on his breathing.

“I do not care if you are a princess, a whore, or a baker's daughter. I have been fascinated with you the first time my eyes found yours, hidden in the darkness, observing the passion of the moment. But it was only after we started to talk that I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep away. Do you know why it is that I come in nearly every night, seeking out other girls instead of you?” She shook her head as she listened.

“Because deep down I know I’m not worthy of you, my love.” One of his hands came up to caress her cheek as she frowned.

“I’m not a good man. I kill, I cheat, I fuck. You are so pure, my flower. You don’t know about the ruthlessness that this world can be.” he shook his head.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you. At night, when I’m alone I’m wondering if you’re happy. When I eat I question if you had something to eat. When I walk through the gardens, I wonder which flower would be your favorite. All my thoughts throughout the day are filled with you."

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes at his words.

“You’re the best man I’ve ever met.” she smiled a little, making him laugh.

“How many men have you actually talked to yet?”

“It doesn’t matter.” she shook her head. “What if I want to ask you to be my first?” she whispered.

“Then you would have to agree with my terms as well,” he answered.

“And what terms are those?” she asked, getting closer to him.

“There’s only two. The first one is that I also intend to be your last. Don’t get me wrong, you and I would be allowed to seek out pleasure in the arms of another if wanted but only if we’re both present.” he said and she swallowed, breathing in deep. Bold she crossed her arms in his neck as he turned towards her.

“What is the second term?” She breathed.

“That you agree to become my wife,” he whispered.

The following weeks went by in a haste. Mydra had moved to the Old Palace joining Oberyn in his quarters. She really had agreed to become his wife. The Princess of Dorne. Lady Martell.

She didn’t know what to expect but Oberyn had assured her that everyone would welcome her with open arms. The only concern that has ever been voiced was by Ellaria, when she visited. Oberyn and her had still a strong bond, not only because of their daughters but because of the love they still shared. They had grown apart after many years together, yet the woman was still looking out for him. Ellaria had taken her aside one day to take a walk through the gardens.

“You’re so young. Are you sure you want to become the wife of a prince?” She had asked. Mydra had only smiled at her.

“I didn’t agree to marry him to become the wife of a prince. I agreed to marry him because he is the man I love. Deeply. That he is the Prince of Dorne is only a side note for me.”

“And what about children?” Ellaria had asked.

“I never thought about children and we didn’t talk about it yet. Though I probably wouldn’t deny him if he asked.” Mydra shrugged. “Which doesn’t mean I won’t love his daughters as if they were my own.” Even though she was only by a few years older than his oldest.

“You really love him.” Ellaria mused.

“I really do.”

It was the day before the wedding she sneaked out after dinner to go to the roof of the palace. It had quickly become her favorite place, overlooking the whole town. She still felt like she was in a dream. She prayed she would never wake up. Mydra was about to become the Princess of Dorne, marrying the man she loved more than anything.

Oberyn had made right to his terms. From the day he had taken her out of the brothel he had never set foot into this or any other brothel again. He hadn’t made love to her yet, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t shared the bed from the moment she agreed to live with him and become his.

Innocent touches grew more passionate over the weeks. Only this morning she woke up with his head nested between her thighs, just before she called out his name in a soft moan as she reached her peak. He was a master and knew exactly what to do to make her see stars. But Mydra was a quick learner. It was only a couple of days ago that she sank onto her knees in front of him as he stood outside on his balcony, looking down at his people as she wrapped her hot lips around his half hard cock, sucking until he shot his load down her throat.

She couldn’t wait to finally be his.

“There you are my flower.” She heard his deep voice behind her as she leaned over the walls of the roof, looking down at the people celebrating the night before the big wedding. Her wedding. She felt Oberyn on her back, as his arms pulled her with her back against his chest, kissing her temple as she looked down.

“They’re happy to get a new princess,” he whispered, kissing down her neck. Mydra closed her eyes, tilting her head, to give him more space as she melted against him.

“I’m just happy to marry the man that I love,” she whispered, her hands coming down over his on her stomach.

“Oh, how lucky I am. An old man stealing the most beautiful girl in the seven kingdoms and trapping her with me.” he teased and she chuckled. Turning in his arm, she crossed her arms in his neck, her hands playing with the dark curls of his hair. He loved it when her fingernails lightly scratched his scalp.

“It is me who is the lucky one. Only weeks ago I was without family and without a real home and now I have both and a man who I love. I have so much to be thankful for.” She smiled softly. Oberyn leaned down, capturing her lips in a longing kiss.

“I can’t wait to have you for myself. I’m going to make sure you feel me for days…” he whispered against her lips.

“Promises promises.” she teased, gasping when one of his hands on her ass pulled her close, rolling his hips against her.

“I’m a man of my word, my love.” he grinned, kissing her neck.

“Then why did you leave me waiting for so long, my prince?” she asked, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning as he went deeper.

“Because anticipation is a virtue,” he murmured, pushing the thin fabric over her left breast to the side before he closed his lips around her already hard nipple. She threw her head back, her hands still in his hair as he nipped on her hard nub.

“Oberyn…” she gasped.

“You, my love need to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow,” he whispered against the valley of her breast before he pulled the fabric in its original setting.

“You’re not the red viper, you’re the devil.” She teased.

“Oh if only you knew….” He pecked her on the lips before he led her to her shared chambers.

The day seemed to run buy in seconds. From the moment Mydra opened her eyes in the morning, woken up by her husband-to-be with kisses all over her face to the moment they shared their vows.

Mydra was wearing a golden silk dress that made her truly feel like a princess. Oberyn’s eyes hadn’t left hers for the entire day. His hands were always connected to her body. They shared kisses throughout the whole day. Oberyn was her husband. Her prince. Her life. She still couldn’t wrap her head around how much had changed since she agreed to be his. Of course, she had also heard the whispers about her. One doesn’t just marry the Prince of Dorne knowing his reputation. But she never doubted him for once. Oberyn was everything but a liar.

“Are you tired yet, my wife?” she heard Oberyn. Turning to her side he smiled down at her. He had left her shortly to say goodnight to his daughters. He winked at her and she felt a nervous knot in her belly.

“Now that you’re asking, I do feel rather sleepy, husband.” she took his hand, helping her up with the many layers of silk she wore.

“Then we shall let the festivities continue.” he smiled, leaning in. “And have our private celebration in our chambers.” he kissed her deeply and she grinned against his lips, the cheers around them making both of them chuckle.

The way to their chambers took some time as they stole sweet kisses from each other. Oberyn couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy. Seeing his wife dressed in his colors, now fully knowing she was his, made him feel like a young stallion again. He opened the door to their chambers, pulling her into his arms as she giggled against his neck. She pushed the door closed behind them.

“What now, my love?” she asked a teasing smile on her lips. He set her down on their bed, leaning over her.

“Now…” he leaned down, both hands next to her face as she looked up. “Now I'm going to fuck you until you can’t walk, my flower.” He kissed her. “This is what you wanted for weeks, is it not?”

“Yes, my prince.” she gasped, her hands on his chest, pushing under his garments to reveal his tanned skin.

“My needy little flower.” he hummed, kissing down her body, slowly peeling the layers of the fabric of her dress away, revealing her body to him. She pushed his garments off his shoulders, leaning up herself to kiss his chest. Oberyn smiled, standing up and pulling the skirts of her dress down, leaving her completely naked laying on their bed.

“No undergarments. What a naughty girl you are.” He shook his head with a smirk. She bit her lip as she watched him.

“Maybe I should have insisted on a third term.” he pushed his pants from his hips, leaving him naked in front of her.

“What shall be the third term?” she whispered, sliding farther onto the bed as he kneeled on the bed.

“No undergarments for the rest of our lives,” he smirked, his hand bringing her ankle to his lips, as he slowly kissed up her leg.

“Maybe I’ll agree to your third term.” he heard Mydra say. He looked up at her with dark eyes.

“Name yours then.” he grinned, kissing her public bone.

“Just love me,” she whispered.

“Forever,” he promised before he settled down between her thighs. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted her to remember this day for many years to come. Teasing her with featherlight kisses on her outer lips, she wiggled beneath him. One of his hands came up to grab hers, as he finally licked one long strip through her cunt. She squeezed his hand, a low moan coming over her lips.

“Sing for me, my love,” he murmured before his lips closed around her clit.

“Oberyn…” she gasped, her other hand in his hair, as she pushed her hips up meeting his movements.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” he flattened his tongue, flicking it until he heard the familiar whimper of his wife as she came undone. He would gladly spend the rest of his life between her thighs.

“My love…” he murmured, pressing one last kiss to her cunt before he crawled up kissing her deeply. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips, her hands on both sides of his face.

“Make love to me my prince,” she whispered, her hand finding his already leaking cock pumping it slowly. He kissed her again, before he replaced her hand with his, lining himself up.

“I’ll be gentle. If you want me to stop, just say the word,” he whispered, kissing her nose, making her smile.

“I trust you, husband.” she nodded, her arms closing around his back as he slowly pushed into her tight and untouched channel. He watched her closely, her face frowning as she breathed in deeply at the intrusion.

“Keep going…” she whispered, the burn of his girth pressing into her overwhelming. She felt everything at once. Pain at the unfamiliar feeling, pleasure at what was about to come, and happiness of finally being one with Oberyn. They both moaned in union when he was settled completely inside of her. He kissed her, trying to wait for her to tell him to move.

“I love you, my flower.” he whispered.

“Move, Oberyn.” she whimpered. Slowly he thrusted into her, one of his hands entwined with her on the bed while he leaned on his elbow above her showering her face with featherlight kisses. She slowly began to meet his thrusts, the burning feeling of him inside her turning into ecstasy. Crossing her legs behind his waist, she held onto him, her nails scratching over his back.

“I shall die a happy man buried deep inside the cunt of the woman that I love.” he groaned, his thrusts getting faster.

“So big…” she cried out, throwing her head back as he snapped his hips against hers.

“Let go for me, my love.” he sucked on her neck, feeling her walls already tighten.

She cried out when she came, and he followed shortly after, spilling his seed deep inside her belly. He didn't part, staying inside of her as he kissed her deeply.

“Are you alright my flower?” he asked.

“More than alright.” She smiled up at him, her hands playing with his hair. She wiggled beneath him, making him groan.

“Already tired, old man?” she teased with a smile.

“Be careful who you call old man here, my love.” he smiled back kissing her forehead.

It was two days later they emerged from their chambers.

#my writing #oberyn martell #oberyn martell x ofc #oberyn x ofc #pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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yandere!ateez reacts: s/o trying to run away

This is: requested | I was supposed to upload this last night but Chrome became a bitch and I lost all what I wrote in a span of minutes only. Hekhek, pain.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong may not be as tall as Yunho and Mingi, nor as active, energetic and hyper as San and Wooyoung. But what he lacks, is what he makes up for. Hongjoong is a man of calculations, precision and skill.

You listened to the sound of Hongjoong’s footsteps exit the house, hear his car engine roar and slowly hear the wheels fade into the road. While you had been tied on the bed, you were thankful for him for two reasons: One, he didn’t inject you any sleeping drugs. Second, leaving the cutter behind the lamp at the bedside table. You struggled to get your hands on the cutter, your finger dancing on top of the table until you reached for it. Finally, unbinding your wrists first before your ankles. And then, making your move.

You first went down to the basement, knowing that there is a door that leads to his backyard. However, the doors were sealed shut and lock on the inside. The keys are always with Hongjoong. You went back up and noticed how the windows all had bars and the only free door for you to use is the front door. You slowly walked towards the front door and the blue skies and cold air greeted you. The sounds of birds chirping and the leaves rustling through the wind.

“What a dumb kitten you are.” Hongjoong voice spoke, a visible irritated look on his face as he had his back leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

And you were so sure that you heard his car pull out the driveway.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa’s calm and composed exterior contradicts his wild and aggressive exterior. One minute, he would be whispering you are his and his only. And the next minute he would stab the guy who tried to get your name and number at a coffee shop the other day. RIP to the guy, he was so young.

And that’s what you fell in love with Seonghwa. He was so cool and calm in any situation that you felt like you were safe with him. Hehe, wrong.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanked and dragged you down to the basement after you talked back at him. How you felt like shit instead of being comfortable around him. And it was only natural for Seonghwa to raise his hand at you and swung it across your face and give you punishment.

Cuffing your ankles through a post. He raises his hand and gripped its hold on your under your chin.

“Don’t be stupid and wait for me here, alright?” He leaned into place a kiss on your cheek despite your protest in leaning away.

You watched as he ascends up the stairs, leaving you all alone in the basement. Looking around, there wasn’t a lot in his basement. It was just you and a couple of items that are tucked under a white blanket. You bend down forward and forcefully remove your feet off the cuff, grunting in the process. Once you were free, you ran up the stairs and went to the living room.

But you heard someone knocking frantically on the front door. Cautiously and curiously you approached the door and slowly opened it. In front of you, an elderly woman appeared.

“Mr. Park, I’m truly sorry, but have you seen my- who are you?” The elderly woman asked, her brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing your dishelved state.

“Please, please, I will explain everything to you but you have to help me! Please!” You begged the woman. The elderly woman nodded her head but as she turned around, she was met with a knife piercing through her stomach. You watch in terror as Seonghwa lets out a soft sigh as he pulls the knife out before continously stabbing the elderly woman before shoving her lifeless, bloody body on the floor.

“I mean how you can be more stupid?”

Yunho:

Yunho isn’t anything like Hongjoong and Seonghwa. In fact, you didn’t know how Yunho’s mind works. But one thing is for sure, he didn’t think much like a normal human. But, everyone in town loves him! He plays with kids in the park, helping out the elderly in crossing the street or carrying their groceries, he even gives food to the homeless.

Dating Yunho felt like heaven. You loved watching him help the people and he always stuck close to you like a puppy. However, you felt like you were being suffocated in the relationship as the months go by. You tried to tell Yunho to be less clingy towards you. And he didn’t took what you said the right way.

You woke up cold and shivering. The place was dark and you were barely able to move your body as it felt sore and aching all over. You then noticed a foul odor besides you, turning your head, you let out a scream afterwards. It was the dead, rotting body of the guy who you immediately realized as the guy who catcalled you in your campus.

You didn’t know how and why but you struggled to getting your limp body up and crawling out of the room. Extending your hand out and then opening the door, you noticed how the house was quiet. The only thing you could hear was your ragged breath and your body sliding on the wooden floor. You plucked up your courage and dragged your body through the front door, as it was the closest to you.

You were so close to the front door when all of a sudden Yunho came from upstairs, jogging down the stairs as he saw your body before yanking your ankle and then dragging you back.

“Hey Officer Song! It’s me Yunho! Sorry about the screaming, its my girlfriend and she just saw a rat in the living room. What’s that? Really? That’s great! I’ll get back to you. Nice talking to you officer!”

Yeosang:

Unlike Yunho, Yeosang is a combination of both Hongjoong and Seonghwa. He learned the art of skill and mastery of calculations from Hongjoong and the art of calm and composure from Seonghwa.

You and Yeosang go to the same prestigious university in Seoul. Even taking the same course (Web Design). And you weren’t sure how Yeosang had a crush on you since there’s still a hundred of people of people under your course. Yeosang was a shy and cute boy yet smart. That’s what everyone mostly knew him of.

And it slowly started out with him buying you coffee, doodling on your textbooks with his little creation called Hehetmon and going on study dates at the library or the coffee shop inside your campus. And one day, you gave your sweet yes to Yeosang’s proposal of being his girlfriend.

It was supposed to be that way but Yeosang one time caught you talking to a guy. He didn’t like how close you are with the guy and how you were laughing with him. He made a note to himself on finding out who is the guy you were talking to. But to you, the guy you were talking to was just your partner for an upcoming requirement.

That night, Yeosang silently entered your home. He lets out a soft gasp as he takes in your almost naked state in bed before leaning in to smell your scent. He dips down as he starts to bind your wrists together first. Much to his dismay, you woke up.

“Yeosang? What are you doing?” You asked, looking at how he binded your wrists and ankles. Writhing underneath him.

“Stop moving around, bitch. You’re making things worse for me.” You have never heard him cuss but that was a first. He placed a tape on your lips to muffle your sounds, pulling out a syringe and then injecting it on your thigh. Slowly you felt drowsy before darkness consumed you.

Hours later, you awake with a sore feeling on your lower back and upper arms. Blinking your eyes, you realized that you were binded on the chair, in front a table and Yeosang sitting on the opposite of you.

“What did I ever do to you?” You spoke groggily to him, blinking more. “I hate you. I want to break up with you.” But Yeosang lets out a sadistic laugh.

“Breaking up with me? Why, were in this together. Remember? Why should I let you go when I finally have you with me? Soon, you’ll realize that you are mine and you won’t need anyone else. Just like Wonho.”

Your blood ran cold. Wonho. The guy you were working in a requirement.

“What did you do to him?” You asked. But Yeosang only smiled sweetly at you. “Wonho? Um, well, let’s say that I worked everything out for you and you’ll be getting the perfect grade. Wonho? Hm, let’s just say that he magically disappeared.” He stood up and placed a recorder in the middle of the table. Playing the recorder as he left the room.

“YN~ Yeosang loves you! Let’s stay together forever, alright? I love you.” Was what Yeosang said in the recorded and oh god was it on loop.

Needless to say, you didn’t get to sleep afterwards. And maybe, just maybe, staying with Yeosang is a good idea.

San:

Very much like Seonghwa. But worst.

San is a sweetheart. There’s no denying that. And you were very oblivious to the fact that he has a crush on you. You’ve always mistaken his flirtiness with kindness that you would make his pick up lines as your jokes. Of course to San it hurts, but seeing you happy is what matters.

Everyday, San lived with the guilt of not being his and yours. He feared everyone would take you from him and it kept him on edge for most of the day. It drove him mad until he could no longer take it. He decided to kidnap you and take you to his home.

And now here you are, on the run, you managed to successfully escape his home and now you needed a ride to take you back to the city. From what you have learned, you were in Namhae, and it approximately takes you 3 hours to get back to Seoul. You were in the brink of walking back to the city when a car pulled up in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I can assure you that I am no creep but do you need a ride? I was just driving to visit my parents in Incheon.” Finally. Incheon was a bit close to Seoul, and you decided to take up on his offer. Climbing inside his car. But as he was about the reverse, a bullet pierced through the windows of his car. Hitting him square in the head.

“If you wanted to go to Incheon, why didn’t you just tell me, baby?”

Mingi:

Mingi loves to shoot range. It’s his past time and hobby. It all started when his father first time brought him to a shooting range in the province in his pubescent teen days. “One day, this will become useful.” was what his father told him.

Despite Mingi’s tall and muscular physique is a child that still lives inside him. Sometimes it comes out, him being clumsy, active and playful. But there are moments wherein he can become mature.

Mingi knew you love him dearly. But these days, he wasn’t sure if that was still the case. His insecurity grew day by day until he eventually ended up like San: living with the fear of you possibly leaving him one day.

On the other hand, you were slowly falling out of love with him. And you found yourself in the presence of someone new. One Friday night, you had lied to Mingi on the phone how you were heading home when in fact, you were taking a cab somewhere else with your new guy. After hanging on the phone, it took you both a few minutes before finally a cab pulled up in front of you.

The driver got out and moved in front of you. Was that Mingi? No. You were so sure that it wasn’t him. You turned around and found him aiming gun point at your new guy before blasting his brains out. 100 points to Mingi for bloodshed.

“So, this is the guy you were leaving me for?”

Wooyoung:

“IF YOU LOOK BACK, YOU’RE MINE”

You remove one of your earphones and looked back at Wooyoung. “What did you say?” but you watched as he jumped out in joy at the open space. Wierd.

Wooyoung is a reallyyyyy clingy boy. And boy did he love to pester you about your boyfriend. You found it weird, why would he always ask for details about your boyfriend? Everytime you asked him why, he would just shrug. And of course you never gave him the details that you wanted. That’s just weird.

Your boyfriend meant everything to you. And recently, he was so happy talking to you about how he made a new friend. You were really happy how he was so happy that he made a friend that you told him to invite him to dinner one night.

And that night finally came. You were in the kitchen while cooking and any minute the guest would arrive. You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your wasit. You leant your back on his chest, submitting to his touch.

“If you look back, you’re mine.” You let out a soft gasp and then you turned out. Coming face to face with Wooyoung before blacking out.

Jongho:

Jongho was someone is very different from your boyfriend. Jongho was soft and understanding and always was willing to listen to your rants about your everyday life. Whereas your boyfriend kept you under his toxic behavior or leaving you and then showing up a few days. Always partying and hooking up with random girls.

You oftenly wonder why you could never get away from your boyfriend. You mind kept telling you to leave all the toxicity behind, but your heart says to endure the pain as he told you that he is willing to change for you. And he mentioned that a year ago and there was still no new change.

It was just you and Jongho inside a coffee shop, sitting near the window where you would tell him about your day and what were the things you did. And seeing Jongho being immersed with what you have to say made you so happy. Although your momentarily happiness was cut short when your toxic boyfriend came in and told you to come with him.

You wanted to stay with Jongho but you found yourself going with your boyfriend. And Jongho was not okay with that.

He followed you and your boyfriend through the dark alley. There wasn’t a lot of people in the area and Jongho took this for his advantage.

“Jongho?” He came up both from behind. Laying a hand on his shoulder before tackling him on the ground, beating your boyfriend up like a pulp.

“Jongho! Stop it! Stop it!” You pleaded, pushing him away by his shoulder. When he stood up, you looked at the bloodied face of your boyfriend who looked like he was half dead.

“Were you really going to leave me there for this guy, Y/N?” Jongho’s question and uneasy calm voice shook you.

“You couldn’t leave him because the sex is great, isn’t it? I know you. That’s why you can’t leave him. And there’s a part of you that’s still holding onto him. What about me? Don’t you think I deserve a chance as I’m the one who’s with you all this time?”

The guilt kicked in and Jongho’s words started to brim tears in your eyes. You were unsure, that’s true. However-

“If you leave me one more time, I will not hesitate to do the same thing to your parents. They’re old, right? It would make beating and killing them easier.”

#Ateez hongjoong #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez jongho #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #ateez wooyoung #ateez reactions #ateez yandere #ateez scenarios

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