#and explained that they can will and have pulled the curtains AND the rails down on themselves

[andromedasummer]

i have caught an absolutely ABYSMAL chest cough from one of the babies but thats okay because:

we played a game where they hid behind the curtain and i would go "where is ___? Where have they gone?" until they THREW open the curtain to reveal themselves, so i would go "oh my goodness, ___! youve come out of nowhere!" and then they would repeat and this game became SUCH a big hit they started to add a new element where they would sprint at me after revealing themself and throw themselves into my arms for a big cuddle and squeeze before running back to hide and i had like seven or eight 9 month to two year olds squeaking and screeching in glee at being so smart and getting hugs

[sariahsue]

Trope Springs Eternal

Summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir had agreed to exchange identities weeks ago, and he’d gone first. Adrien. He was Adrien. And Ladybug was a coward. Now, with a fanfic-obsessed akuma is rampaging through Paris, and Ladybug has some decisions to make. Can she save the city and keep her identity from him? Or is now the time to let her partner in?

---

When Ladybug opened her eyes, she was in another room. Off-white walls, with a queen-sized bed, a television sitting on a dresser, and a few bland pictures of landscapes. A hotel room? Where were they?

Chat Noir crouched next to her, scanning for threats. "Oh," he said when his eyes fell on the bed. "There's only one."

"What?"

"That's the trope this time," he said, pointing. "Only one bed."

Ladybug palmed her yo-yo, forcing her shoulders to relax and her jaw to unclench. They probably weren't in any immediate danger, and she needed a moment to think. This akuma was tricky, and she'd had to use her Lucky Charm and Cure multiple times each already. They'd been aged up, gender swapped, vampire-ified, and turned into animals. (It had been very hard to call for her Cure when the yo-yo was normal-sized and she was an actual ladybug, but she'd somehow managed.) That was right before poor Chat had to fight while eight months pregnant. She didn't know mpreg was a fanfiction trope until he'd explained.

She hated this akuma.

Chat searched the suite, looking for any traps, so Ladybug walked to the balcony door. The curtains were drawn.

"Nothing that I can see," he said, walking back from the bathroom.

"That's a first. Anonymity is probably outside waiting for us."

"Well, she can stay out there." The bed creaked as he climbed onto it. "We deserve a break, don't you think? This battle's been going on for hours."

She looked over at him. As she suspected, he was sprawled out comfortably, head lolling on the decorative pillows.

"She won't expect us to go along with the trope," he continued. "It's a new battle tactic, to throw her off!"

Ladybug felt her face heat up. "Don't those tropes usually lead to…"

"Uh." Chat Noir rolled off the bed and stood in one fluid movement, then stared at the spot he'd just vacated. "I mean, sometimes. Not always." He cleared his throat.

Ladybug pulled back the heavy curtain. Outside was dark. The wind howled, and sheets of snow whipped against the glass. There hadn't been any noise before she'd pulled the fabric aside. Now it filled the whole room.

But the draft seeping in through the gaps cooled her face, so that was a bonus.

"Hey, it's a two-fer this time," he said, coming over to stand next to her.

"There is not a fanfiction trope about snow."

"Sure," he said. "Snowed in. We're stuck here."

Stuck. All alone. With only one bed.

No, they were not stuck here.

The door screeched in its track as she slid it open and threw herself into the storm.

Anonymity was waiting for them. Ladybug almost didn't see her. The black body suit made it too easy to blend into the dark night, and her expressionless white mask just mixed in with the blinding snow.

"I'm right behind you!" Chat yelled, only to pass her and fling himself directly at Anonymity, who was floating in the air in front of their balcony. The akuma disappeared in a burst of red hearts. Kudos, he'd explained.

Ladybug threw out her yo-yo to reel him back in, cold cutting into her skin. Well, Anonymity was gone now. Stupid akuma. She was so hard to pin down.

"If you wanted to get away from me that badly," Chat said sourly as he pulled himself back over the balcony railing, "I could have booked a different room."

"I didn't want–!"

His head snapped up, waiting to hear her say she hadn't really wanted him to leave.

She couldn't continue that thought. She couldn't keep hurting him, but the way he turned away told her even that little outburst had gotten his hopes up.

This was all wrong. She loved him. So why couldn't she just tell him that?

They'd agreed to exchange identities weeks ago, and he'd gone first. Adrien. He was Adrien. And Ladybug was a coward.

Her only hope was that when she was finally ready to tell him who she was, he would still love her enough to forgive her.

"I'm sorry," he said, holding onto the railing and staring into the storm. "I know this isn't the place for it."

A gust of wind blew into her face so hard she had to catch her breath.

Chat put an arm up to shield himself. "Why don't you call Lucky Charm or the Cure again?" he yelled over the wind.

"I'm sorry," she choked out. "This is– It's all my–"

"Let's just keep moving." He jumped up, crouching on the railing. Then he took a deep breath and plastered on a smile, barely visible in the light from their open hotel door.

He was back to his normal, happy self so fast she felt like she was getting whiplash. How often was his happiness fake? She hated that she knew him so well but didn't know the answer to that question.

"Okay," she said. "Lucky Charm!"

The wind caught it, but Chat reached up and snatched it out of the air, holding it out for her. "Friendship bracelet?"

She grabbed it from him. For a friends to lovers trope, she was sure. "Tikki."

---

"Your ship is trash!" Anonymity yelled.

"Hey! I love Ladynoir."

Her partner kept the akuma occupied while Ladybug crouched behind an office desk, trying to think of a plan, a spotted eye patch in her hands. For a pirate AU. Tikki really was having too much fun with this.

"Their relationship is abusive! Can't you see that?"

"It is not! They love– They're good for each other! Supportive!"

"It's hormones and codependency. All Ladybug does is take advantage. And he's constantly crossing her boundaries!"

There was a sharp crack as he smacked his baton against something. Anonymity's head, hopefully.

Ladybug ground her teeth to focus on something other than their enemy's toxic internet commentary. They had to trap her and break the phone. The problem was they couldn't ever get close enough. They were now up to eight Charms and five Cures, and she was getting uncomfortably low on cookies. Every time they got close, the akuma would either teleport herself away or drop them into a new trope.

The eye patch. What could she use it for?

Ladybug peeked over the desk. Anonymity's focus was still on Chat Noir, and he was staying close enough that she was tempted with a chance to get his miraculous, but not quite close enough that she would feel threatened. Good.

Nothing on the desk except paperweights and office supplies. The thumbtacks caught her attention. Maybe she could use some of them as projectiles and the eye patch as a slingshot and then… what? The room had a number of other desks, with fake potted plants and undecorated cubicle walls, but it gave her no immediate ideas.

Chat Noir dove forward, swiping at Anonymity's phone. She stumbled backward, arms up defensively as he invaded her space. Too close. As soon as she was out of his reach, she threw her phone up into the air, like she was calling for her own Miraculous Cure. It hung above her head, glowing, a sign a new set of tropes was coming.

"Sorry!" he yelled.

"You haters will like this one," Anonymity said.

The phone flashed, filling the whole room with blinding light, sending out jets of energy that hit them both. When the light faded and Ladybug could see again, everything was the same, but Anonymity was gone, just a bunch of hearts scattered across the floor where she'd been standing.

"Sorry," he said, face twisted in annoyance. "I got too close."

"It's fine," she said, getting to her feet. "And we're fine. What's the trope now?"

He held out a hand to help her up. "Dunno. I can't tell what's different. Can you?"

A spike to her anxiety level, but that was probably an effect of the unsettling akuma herself more than her power set. Ladybug took his hand.

And flung herself into his arms, face seeking out every bit of his skin she could find. His neck. Half of his face. That was it. Why did the suits cover so much?! She pressed her cheek against his, but it wasn't enough, and she buried herself in his neck again, trying to find a way to soothe the ache of being so far away from him.

Maybe if he was seeking her out too, it would have been easier for her to cope, but he stood statue still, arms caging her in. "Ladybug." His voice was strangled. "You dropped Lucky Charm."

"Mmm. Don't care," she mumbled into his jaw, lips buzzing against his skin. But it wasn't enough. His arms encircled her but didn't crush her to him. Did he not need to touch her the way she so desperately needed to touch him?

"Your timer," he rasped when it beeped.

"Don't care!" She didn't want to move, and he deserved to know her identity anyway. Maybe they could defeat the akuma by fulfilling the trope, maybe akuma battles never mattered to begin with. Whatever she had to say to make him keep his cheek against her hair, to make him come closer.

Her hand fumbled around his throat until she found his bell and dragged it down, giving her precious centimeters of skin. She leaned forward, breathing him in, soothing an ache. It was a familiar ache, just stronger than she was used to.

When she tried to pull the zipper down farther, his hand went up to block her. She almost cried. Just another barrier between them when all they both wanted to do was be close.

What a twisted approximation of their relationship this was. Too close and still not close enough. Him holding them back instead of her. It was impossible for her to fight this trope on top of her own, ever-present desires to be near him in every way. They bubbled to the surface, hot and boiling over, when before they'd only simmered.

She'd spent the last two years staying away from both Adrien and Chat Noir, the only two boys she'd ever loved: Chat because the ending would be disastrous, Adrien because she didn't have enough time to dedicate to nurturing their relationship and she couldn't lie to him about why, Chat because she couldn't risk damaging their partnership for Paris' sake, Adrien because she refused to constantly disappear on him like his father did.

In Ladybug's experience, emotion never bowed to reason.

And now Adrien and Chat Noir were the same boy.

So what was she to do?

He deserved so much, her time, her attention, to be her highest priority, and she couldn't give him that. And changing anything between them felt so dangerous.

All she could do was step further into him and hope it would be enough. Their knees bumped. Her hands slipped from his shoulders to his waist and back up again, then clutching at him as he leaned away.

"Wait," she said, panicking at the slide of his arms under her hands, and grasping harder. "What are you doing?"

When he was far enough to look her in the eye, he stopped moving. "This isn't right."

"Wait!" Ladybug flinched against the separation as he started peeling her fingers off him. Even with the suits mostly evening out their natural abilities, he was slightly stronger than her. But she was motivated and pushed forward, seeking him out until he was forced to pin her arms to her sides.

"No, you wait," he said, struggling to breathe normally. "This isn't how we beat an akuma."

"So?!"

Wait. It seemed like all they'd done lately was wait. Wait and see what Hawk Moth would do next. Wait to see if Bunnyx would show up again with bad news. Wait to start her plans for the future because she couldn't spend the energy to work on them right now.

Wait until she was ready to tell him her name.

He'd always been more patient than her, constantly giving her space to figure out what she wanted. She twisted in his grip, but he didn't let her loose.

"How about this?" he said, his eyes screwed shut. She stopped struggling. "I'll give you whatever you want, but–" he added quickly before she could throw herself at him. "After. Cure everything first. Then I'll touch you."

This was a trick somehow, she knew it, but she was desperate. "After just one Cure or after the whole akuma?"

"Either." He forced the word out through gritted teeth, his grip on her arms painful even through her reinforced suit. "Both. Just do it."

Lucky Charm was by her foot, and she kicked to send it flying instead of her normal overhead throw. It was enough. Two magic words later, and she was sagging onto the floor, Chat Noir sitting next to her with his head in his hands.

"Skin hunger," he breathed out.

There was only a handspan of space between them. Echoes of the feeling haunted her body. It would be nice to reach out across the gap, lay a hand on his knee, brush her foot against his leg, trace his lips with her fingertips. "Why didn't she hit you with it?" she asked.

Before she could reach out to him, he straightened. "She did. I'm just used to it." He reached down, offering his hand. But just as quickly, he withdrew. Did he not want to tempt her, or did he just not want to see her refuse?

"Used to it?"

He looked away and shrugged with one shoulder.

"Chat."

When he turned back, he was smiling. "You know what my father's like. Might as well hug a fence post for all the warmth and affection you'll get. It's fine though." And then he laughed. And it hardly seemed forced.

And Ladybug thought she might be sick.

"Anyway," he said. "I believe our quarry is out in the hallway. I hear the broken sobs of fans whose ships are being roasted. Plus, your timer is about to run out."

She'd never been so happy to have the excuse to leave, and never felt so guilty for running.

---

The next trope was a circus AU. Complete with cannibalistic demon clowns. Red noses had never bothered Ladybug until today, but she wasn't sure she'd ever look at them the same way again. The best thing she could say about the whole experience was that it was almost over.

Panting and running, she followed Chat Noir through the maze of shattered mirrors in the fun house. He was barely visible in the dark. Flashes of light gave her more glimpses of her own fractured reflection than of her partner.

"Almost there!" he called over his shoulder as he turned yet another corner. She wasn't sure how he could tell. Anonymity had promised a never-ending maze, but now that the trope had been defeated and a new one started, why were they still here? What was the new trope? Had it already begun? Chat wasn't slowing down long enough for her to ask his opinion.

The flashes of light became broken streaks, and the ambient light was finally enough for her to see the tent above them and the grass beneath their feet. It was also enough to see her face in the mirrors.

His name. Adrien's name written across her cheek, reflected on every jagged surface.

She shrieked, and he turned. Ladybug shielded her face from him with one hand and reached for her yo-yo with the other, smashing everything until there were no mirrors big enough to show him that her name was written across his face, too.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

From the shadows behind them, Anonymity laughed. "I think you missed one!"

A faint light glinted in the distance, bobbing its way through the wreckage of the fun house.

"What—" he started.

A mirror. Unbroken. Showing her the reflection of his face. "Chat…" Showing her a truth she already knew. "Close your eyes!"

He closed them immediately, without question, and she used the Cure again. The fun house became just a warehouse. Stacks of musty boxes and pallets piled with crates replaced the warped mirrors.

"What was that?" he asked.

Ladybug's mouth was dry. "It must've been an identity reveal AU or something." Those must have been a thing, because he didn't question it. "Did you see what was written on your face?"

"No."

She hesitated before admitting, "It was my name."

"Okay…" he said. "But why wasn't it on you, then?"

Keeping her expression as neutral as possible, she repeated, "Identity reveal," like that was all the explanation that was needed. "We should keep moving. She'll be starting another one soon."

The warehouse door wasn't far, and she was glad. It didn't give her enough time to think about what had just happened. As soon as she opened the door, light flooded the room.

She stood at a store counter, her hand still out-stretched. Across from her on the other side of the counter, her partner stood confused. Chat Noir had a green apron on over his suit, his claws poised over a cash register. The air smelled strongly of coffee.

"Hey, I look good." He leaned forward. "Can I get you something? Maybe something with extra cream and sugar so it can be as sweet as you?"

She hardly heard him. Her name had been on his face. It hadn't been a reveal AU. She knew it had been a soulmate AU.

They could have gotten each other's names because the akuma shipped them. Or maybe it was just because they were partners and it was the obvious choice. Both were possible, but she knew both were lies. He was the one for her, and she knew it. When would she be ready for him to know it, too?

Chat Noir busied himself behind the counter, pushing buttons on the coffee machines, smelling the different flavors, and spilling the sugar on the counter. Did he know she was lying? If he did, he was good at hiding it.

"I like this trope. What do you think? Should I apply for barista jobs when we get back?"

"You like dealing with entitled customers?"

"No, I just love that I haven't been turned into a mermaid yet."

Ladybug groaned. "Please tell me that's not a trope."

"Okay, it's not a trope."

"Liar."

"I'm just following directions. Good customer service."

"I'll be sure to tell your manager."

"Thank you." He smiled. "I'm trying to get best employee this month. That'll really help."

The rest of the coffee shop was empty and silent. No other customers fidgeted behind her, and no other workers bumped into him on his side of the counter. "It looks like you have a lot of competition."

"Yeah, I don't like my chances. Marinette's won it three months in a row already."

He'd found her out!

"She actually stole the top spot from Rose, who took it from Juleka."

Oh, maybe he hadn't.

"But yeah, as soon as Marinette started working here, it was all over for the rest of us. She's so chipper and friendly. All the customers here love her."

"Chipper." The adrenaline spike from hearing her own name on his tongue seeped away and was quickly replaced by indignation.

"Sure. She's helpful and kind and has a smile for everyone. She's one of my favorite people and one of the best people ever. I will literally fight you if you disagree."

Whether she was ready or not, maybe he already knew that he was the one for her.

A shadow passed across the window. It could have been anything, a person walking by, a bus, a cloud, but Ladybug instinctively knew that their peaceful time was up. Anonymity was waiting for them outside.

"We have to go," she said.

She hadn't needed to tell him. He was already hanging up his apron, though he stopped to smooth out the wrinkles before coming out from behind the counter.

The bell chimed as they ducked through the doorway. It wouldn't give them away. Their enemy already knew they were coming. Ladybug took an unconscious step closer to her partner, to ward off the chill of being watched. Outside was an open city. Too many corners and angles for someone to hide behind, unseen.

Chat Noir stretched up on his toes for a better look around. "Where do you think Kaonashi is hiding this time?"

"Focus on the akuma, Chat." Like the coffee shop, the streets were deserted. No cars. No people.

"I am. It's another name for No-Face."

There wasn't even a breeze to give the illusion of life. How would they– "Wait. What? What are you talking about?"

"No-Face." And at her silent stare he added, "Black with a white mask? Represents loneliness? The– the one who eats people in Spirited Away!"

"Is that a book or something?"

Chat Noir's expression darkened. "Come on, m'lady. Seriously? Our next movie night is going to be dedicated to your Ghibli education." He finally turned away from her to start scanning for threats. "This is unacceptable."

Represents loneliness. That was the connection that he made to the akuma.

This akuma needed to stop.

A flash of movement caught her eye as Anonymity stepped out from behind the corner of a red brick building.

Ladybug didn't think. She let her yo-yo fly. The string snapped and pulled taut as it wrapped around its target. And she could have sworn that the akuma, with her impassive mask that never moved, smiled.

Anonymity reached down to the string that was tied around her, gently caressing the strand.

Everything glowed briefly, and with an echoing snap, they were somewhere else. Four walls surrounded them, harsh lighting, and a panel of buttons off to one side. An elevator.

Ladybug's hands were empty.

"What?" Chat Noir asked. "Where?"

She quickly assessed the damage. She had no weapon. They were trapped. The akuma was gone, again. But at least the elevator wasn't moving. It was still a disaster, but at least the elevator wasn't moving.

She had messed up and lost the yo-yo. Without it, they couldn't call Lucky Charm to get themselves out of the trope.

"I've got this," Chat Noir said, and he called for Cataclysm. Black bubbled around his hand as he slammed it into the door. It crumbled away only to reveal a solid brick wall, dirty and chipped. Anonymity had planned for this, and they'd played straight into it.

Even worse, her partner hated tight spaces. As soon as his power had been spent and he'd failed to free them from their prison, he'd reached for the railing, gripping it hard. Thin mirrors mounted on either side of the buttons reflected his face. It was quickly draining of color.

"Chat Noir?" she asked. "Are you okay?"

After a few seconds, he nodded slowly.

"This is a tough situation," he said, forcing a smile, his chest rising a little too much as he breathed. "You might even say it's a cat-astrophe. Get it?"

The joke was awful and overdone to begin with, but it was made even worse by the shallow gasps that followed.

She wanted to reach out to him, put a hand on his shoulder, rub his back, but that was just the skin hunger talking. Echoes of it still reverberated through her.

But he was getting worse. She had to stop focusing on her own problems. Her partner, her best friend, needed her right now. "Why don't you try feeding Plagg?" she asked, to distract herself as much as him. "You can try Cataclysming the wall next time. I'm sure we can get out that way."

She grabbed his hand. He needed an anchor to ground himself. That always helped her. It was the most physical contact she would allow herself right now.

"Bad chapter," he wheezed, squeezing her so tightly he probably would have bruised her if she wasn't in a magical suit. "Poorly written. No kudos. I demand an update." Chat Noir slowly sank to his knees, then huddled on the ground, face in his other hand.

"Adrien," she said. "Cheese. Feed Plagg." She wasn't sure if he heard her over the sound of his own breathing, sucking in through his nose, holding his breath, then letting it out slowly, like he was blowing bubbles. She ran a thumb over his knuckles, helping him to keep a steady rhythm.

She waited for twenty long breaths out and until he was a little calmer before prompting, "Adrien?"

"A confession will make it move," he responded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "That's how… these tropes always work." His cadence was choppy and uneven as he fought to remember how to breathe normally. "Now's the… time to spill all our darkest… secrets. Too bad you already know all… of mine. Guess it's up to… you." He looked up at her and tried to smile. It was shaky and thin and watery. His whole body seemed small and breakable, crumpled against the metal wall of the elevator, but he was still trying to make her smile.

His words seemed to catch up with him then, and he backtracked, releasing her hand. "No pressure. I– you know I was just joking. You don't have to reveal your name. I'm sorry."

Even with her limited knowledge of fanfiction, she knew that wasn't the type of secret this trope required, and her identity wasn't the only secret that she could share.

Chat Noir was on the floor, working himself through a panic attack, and was still trying to put her needs before his own. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his.

The puff of his staccato breaths against her lips. The hint of mint toothpaste from this morning, even after all this time. The gentle brush of his nose against her cheek. It wasn't enough, not with the masks in the way. The skin hunger demanded more more more. Or maybe it really was all her. She didn't deserve him, but that didn't stop her from wanting all of him anyway.

After a minute, he started to match her breathing, and she felt the mask melt underneath her skin as he transformed back into his street clothes.

The skin-on-skin contact still wasn't enough.

"I love you," she whispered, loudly enough for him to hear.

He twitched underneath her, his forehead scrunching, but she kept her eyes shut. She didn't want to see how it affected him, his surprise and confusion and distrust, because why would he believe her after she'd rejected him, pushed him away, lied about her feelings for him?

She didn't want to see his hope.

The elevator jerked and started moving upward, sliding smoothly. A familiar weight settled against her hip. She brushed her fingers over the yo-yo to reassure herself that it really was there. Going along with the trope had broken it completely and had reset everything nearly as well as her Lucky Charm.

"Cheese?" she finally asked again, leaning backward and looking around. Plagg had been quiet for the whole exchange, watching.

She stood, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Adrien nod and reach into his shirt pocket. His hands were barely shaking, but he kept his face away from her.

The brick wall slid down as they rose. Plagg swallowed and patted his stomach. Ladybug and Adrien were both frozen, waiting for the other to say something first. She should be the one to start. Give some explanation. Some excuse. But defeating the akuma was an easier problem than talking to him, and more urgent, so she gave it priority.

They had the upper hand now, she realized. They'd never gone along with a trope before. Anonymity wouldn't be expecting them to have escaped on their own. All they had to do was capture her, cleanse the akuma, and then deal with the fallout of her confession.

Easy.

With the door of the elevator missing, she watched as they rose up to street level. Light from outside started as a thin strip at the top of the doors, widening up in a blinding flash when the afternoon sun hit her face. This had taken up most of her Saturday.

When her eyes adjusted, her partner stood next to her, breathing normally, dressed all in black, a smile on his face as if nothing had happened.

"Ready?" he asked.

Faint shouts and crying drifted through the open elevator door from the city outside. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and they stepped onto the sidewalk together.

At first she couldn't tell what was wrong. About a dozen people of all ages were scattered across the street. A few were crying. Some were walking normally. None seemed to notice their arrival.

"Excuse me?" Chat Noir asked.

A man in his mid-fifties wearing a suit walked toward them, hat pulled low over his eyes, looking down.

"Can you help us? Do you know what's going on here? Where's the akuma?"

The man kept going. Chat Noir didn't step back in time before the man walked into him, walked through him.

"Ghost AU," Chat said.

Ladybug's hands flew up to her own chest. She felt solid enough. She rapped her knuckles against the nearest wall. That felt solid as well.

"They're the ghosts," she decided.

The people sitting on the ground and crying took on an ominous feel. When she took a second look at the ones who were walking, she realized they were mostly walking in circles, dazed.

A young woman with her hair in a bun walked through the front bumper of a car, only to back up again and go around it. She looked like she was about to be sick, and Ladybug was sure if the blood could have drained from the woman's face, it would have.

Ladybug shivered. "Where are all the bodies?" she whispered.

Chat Noir shook his head. "Maybe there aren't any. Maybe she just transformed them directly."

"I hate this trope."

"Agreed."

Chat Noir walked off without a smile for reassurance, or even a sideways glance.

He was hiding it well, but she'd known him long enough to see that he was hurting and confused, and more than a little rattled after being trapped inside a claustrophobic elevator.

The sooner they finished this, the sooner she could make sure he was okay. And maybe set things right, finally. "Lucky Charm," she whispered.

A giant jar, as big as her torso and shaped like a teddy bear, dropped into her hands. Thick and sticky honey sat inside.

Chat Noir looked over at his shoulder to see what they had been given. "What's the plan?" he asked. Another sign that he wasn't as okay as he was pretending. He didn't make any sort of joke about Tikki implying she was sweet on him.

Ladybug shrugged. "Find the akuma, break the phone, fix everything."

He turned back around. "The first step should be easy," he said, pointing. "I can hear more yelling that way."

---

The akuma wasn't hard to find. Chat Noir had been right, all they'd had to do was follow the sound of the screaming.

After fighting side by side for so many battles, she didn't even need to give him direction. They knew he would go in first and create a distraction, while she would stay behind and figure out how to use the Lucky Charm to bring all of this to an end.

Anonymity had landed in a crowd of people, pointing her phone at those trying to flee from her. There was no beam of light. There was no shouting. She just pointed her phone and the victims stopped.

For most of them, it took a few seconds to realize what had happened. They would put their hands to their chest or their face and think that everything was all right. Until they started to move.

They would stumble, try to catch themselves against a car or the side of a building, and fall straight through. Then their terror would start.

Ladybug didn't see Chat Noir sneak up, just heard the whistle and crack as the baton hid its target.

Anonymity screamed in surprise. "You two! How?"

Ladybug still had no idea what to do with the jar. It's not like she could bake a honey-drizzled scone so delicious that Anonymity would stop rampaging. Was it a clue instead of a puzzle piece this time?

"Amnesia!" Anonymity yelled. The world flashed, and a new trope started. "I'm giving you both amnesia!" Ladybug couldn't help a small smile. Her partner was doing well, if she was giving up the AU so quickly.

Chat Noir had the good sense to duck out of the way. And suddenly Ladybug had an idea. The phone was the key to Anonymity's power and it would be the key to her defeat, but Ladybug would have to get in closer for this to work.

Unscrewing the lid, she ran forward, using parked cars to keep herself out of sight, ducking behind railings, and staying in Anonymity's blind spots. Chat Noir could see her approach and helped keep the akuma occupied.

Ladybug needed some sort of scooper. She could use her own hand to scoop the honey out, but that would only get her stuck as well. And pouring it would be much too slow.

What else was around here to work with? There wasn't much. Scattered papers, abandoned cars, trash can lids, nothing that could be of use to her.

She looked down frantically, wishing she could call for a second Lucky Charm to get her out of this mess.

One of the victims was off to her left. Ladybug crouched behind a bench, watching the boy. He was bending down, trying repeatedly to pick up something off the ground even though his hand kept passing through it. A baseball cap. That was perfect.

She ran over, apologizing that she couldn't help him, and grabbed the hat that he couldn't pick up on his own. He shouted at her as she dunked the stiff cap into the honey, scooping out blobs and leaving it in a trail behind her.

The more surface area she covered, the more likely her plan would be to work. This part was going to take a lot of timing and a lot of luck. Good thing luck was her specialty.

Anonymity pointed again, and Chat Noir dodged. Without any sort of beam or sounds as an indication, it was hard to tell which direction the spell was going until it was too late and it hit its target. But hopefully, that wouldn't matter for Ladybug's plan.

It was a simple plan, really. The best kind.

"Anonymity!" Ladybug yelled when she got close.

The akuma turned, snarling beneath the calm exterior. Ladybug threw a glob of honey toward her. She jumped out of the way, but Ladybug was ready and threw another.

Chat Noir attacked from behind, closing in and forcing her to choose which attacker to avoid. And then carefully, deliberately, Ladybug stepped back.

Anonymity took the bait, pushing into the opening that Ladybug created for her.

Ladybug had to be careful of her steps. She knew she risked stepping in the honey and getting herself stuck in the trap, but she couldn't look backward and give herself away.

The farther she retreated, the more aggressive Anonymity became. With each step, the akuma became more and more convinced that she had the upper hand. Chat Noir kept on her from behind, and Ladybug kept leading her toward the thickest piles of honey.

All they had to do was get her stuck. All they had to do was keep the phone in her hand. Ladybug stepped backward one last time, then lunged forward without warning. The akuma, caught off guard, didn't dodge.

Chat Noir, sensing the plan, chose that exact second to strike, knocking Anonymity down from behind.

The akuma fell. "No!" she yelled, her hand landing in a sticky blob of honey. She tried to shoot, pointing toward Ladybug.

She tensed, calculations running through her head lightning quick. Jump or yo-yo out. Which direction to dodge. Would the honey block the beam.

Chat Noir jumped directly into the line of fire. He stumbled back, and the akuma slumped on the pavement.

Ladybug stood there frozen as she watched them, trying to assess the threat and see if Chat was injured. No one moved for a moment, until Anonymity rose to her knees, her blank mask slowly turning to look at the area around her. She'd been hit by her own trope.

Chat Noir shook his head. "What's happening?" he asked.

Ladybug let out a sigh of relief.

Chat Noir turned toward her, then jumped as if seeing her for the first time.

"Hey, mademoiselle," he said. "I know this is weird, but I wanted you to know that you have very beautiful eyes."

Ladybug put a hand over her mouth. She wasn't sure if she was going to smile or cry. The relief of finally having a plan work, of finally having the threat neutralized, was making her shaky.

Anonymity tried to stand up. She was still kneeling in a pile of honey and was having trouble. Her hand made a sucking sound as she tried halfheartedly to pull it out, but she couldn't get free.

"Hey," Chat Noir called to her. "Are you okay?"

The akuma said nothing, just kept looking around. It was hard to tell with the mask, but her shoulders were slumped and she didn't seem like she wanted to move. All the fight had left her.

Not knowing what to do for her, Chat Noir turned his attention back to Ladybug. "I'm sorry, mademoiselle," he said to her. "I probably shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to be weird. I didn't upset you, did I?"

Ladybug did smile at that. "I'm fine with it. We're friends."

"Oh," he said, looking relieved. "Do I say that kind of thing a lot? Because you're very pretty. I don't know if you know that… I'm being weird again."

Face tinged a little pink, he turned back to the akuma. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "Do you need help with anything?"

Anonymity stared at him briefly, then turned to look down the street, searching for answers just like he was.

He turned back to Ladybug. "What are we doing here? Are we really friends? You said we're friends. That's amazing."

She couldn't handle this. This was what fighting Oblivio must have been like. No wonder she'd fallen for him so quickly then. He was so sweet and disarming, and kind to the core.

She stepped around him, reaching for the akuma. "Let me help you up," she said, casually reaching for the akuma's wrist and grabbing her phone with the other hand.

Finally.

This was one of the longest days of her life, and it was finally over.

When she tossed the sticky phone on the ground and stomped on it, a black butterfly flew out.

On autopilot, she purified the akuma and put everything right one last time. Anonymity transformed, and instead of a terror of a villain wearing a black bodysuit and white mask, in her place was a girl in jeans and a floral t-shirt, expressive wide eyes scanning the area around her.

"What happened?" she asked.

Chat Noir stood up, patting his hair down like he was trying to push the memories back inside. "That was weird," he said.

He turned to Ladybug and offered his fist for a bump, but without a smile. She took the peace offering cautiously. The first part of her plan had been executed. Now came the fallout, the more difficult part.

"Can we talk?" he asked, as her fingers rested against his.

Her eyes skittered toward the recently recovered akuma victim, trying to look for an excuse. Her earrings beeped, giving her the perfect cover.

"Can you…" she motioned to the woman.

He hung his head but nodded. "Sure."

Ladybug took a few large steps in the other direction, then whirled around. "We'll talk after I recharge."

His eyes and his shoulders perked back up, and he went to help their former enemy.

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She met him on the top of a bridge overlooking the river just a few minutes later. The sun was starting to set. Cars zipped below them. People were making their way home, but the bridge remained empty of pedestrians, even at the busy hour.

They were too far away to hear the rushing of the water over the roar of the traffic below them. The noise was steady except for a few stray honks.

He wasn't looking at her. It was easier that way. It meant she didn't need to face him, either.

"So," he asked when she sat down next to him. "Did you mean it? Or was it only a distraction to calm me down?"

She nodded, giving herself time to answer. That was more blunt than she'd been expecting, but she deserved it.

"The trope required a confession," she said. That was the truth. Whether he heard the admission for what it was, she wasn't sure. He gave no reaction.

She'd been following his gaze toward the heart of the city, but after a few seconds he turned to face her.

"My name is Marinette," she said quietly.

"Marin… Like, as in…"

She nodded. "Sorry, it took so long."

After a little time to process, he shook his head. "I don't blame you. That's kind of a lot."

She laughed. "You don't know the half of it." He'd asked her directly as soon as she'd sat down. She took a deep breath. After everything they'd been through today, he deserved a direct answer. "I've had a crush on you forever."

She waited for the truth to sink in, to see some sort of confusion, happiness, annoyance, anger, something, but he only held her gaze steadily, a small smile eventually growing.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"What?" she asked, "That I'm Marinette, or that I have a huge crush on you?"

The smile widened. "Both just answered a whole lot of questions."

They hung like that, almost in stasis, each waiting for the other to move first. Ladybug finally broke, reaching up to brush the hair off of his forehead. Her fingertips skimmed over his temple, down his cheek, and finally cupped his jaw.

Even with a mask, even with the gloves and the suits, it finally was enough.

The kiss finally calmed the skin hunger that had been plaguing her all day, because he knew who she was, because there were no barriers in the way anymore, and because she knew more kisses were coming.

The end.

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Author's note: Hey, remember me? I'm back with a new story! And I really like how it turned out. I have a bunch of short one-shots in the works, and then I'm planning on working on some longer stories again. :D If you've never seen a story from me before, hi! I've got a library of like 70 Miraculous stories, mostly one-shots but also several multi-chaps. Go check them out!

(No promises on when those new stories will be out. Working two jobs really puts a damper on my time and my energy. Oof.)

[dissociativewriter]

Once Upon Another Time

Love and Deepspace x Phantom of the Opera

Pairing: Sylus x Christine (OC) x Caleb

wc: 1.4k

cw: nothing bad in this part but for the rest- implied murder, maybe actual murder eventually, consensual kidnapping (?) eventually, probably angst eventually; not proofread; no beta we die like Josephine

Synopsis: A singer at the opera house, Christine is faced with a Colonel from a childhood she barely remembers and a mysterious figure, called the Opera Ghost, who seems to know all the secrets of the opera house and beyond. Stuck between life above and below the opera house, Christine attempts to balance her care for the two men with her budding career in opera. Unfortunately, it seems neither man will settle for half of Christine’s love.

author’s note: writing Caleb’s perspective while still keeping the ‘mystery’ (even though it’s obvious who he is) was more challenging than I thought. I also feel like I wrote too much chemistry between Rafayel and Christine for him not even being a love interest, but I’m going to establish their relationship as purely platonic in the next part so it’s fine.

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2- Think of Me

Christine blinked in the bright light. She stared out at the unfamiliar faces before her, who only stared back expectantly. Christine suddenly felt the weight of the hundreds of people waiting for her, for her singing, for her performance, pushing down deep in her lungs. The weight of their stares, the weight of their expectations, the weight of her ornate ballgown. It all felt like too much, more than she could handle on her own.

With a shallow, shaky breath, Christine brought her posture up; shoulders back, head held high, just as she’d been taught. Her eyes drifted across the crowd as she waited for her cue. Why there was such a delay after the curtain rose, Christine didn’t know. If they didn’t hurry, she noted nervously, she would have to perform unaccompanied.

She looked to Box 5. The center of many rumors and legends that circled the opera house, and an area of particular interest to Christine now. Empty yet imposing, Christine searched for anything in the famed box that could either confirm her suspicions or put her mind to rest. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but Christine couldn’t explain the flash of crimson she’d seen before going on stage. She saw nothing more, however, and was quickly pulled away from her observation as the conductor tapped his baton.

The soft piano notes echoed through the concert hall, and Christine took one final deep breath before beginning her performance.

‘Think of Me.’ A somber song, but beautiful nonetheless. A plea to a past love not to forget. Inherently nostalgic to Christine from a childhood she could not fully remember. Her melancholy voice filled the opera house, capturing the attention of the audience.

Christine’s voice rose as the music swelled, finding her confidence alongside her voice. Settling into the music, Christine didn’t notice the crimson glint in the tall shadowy figure at the back of Box 5, or the Colonel only just taking his seat in Box 3, his interest apparent in his expression.

The Colonel lifted his hat, resting it in his lap as dark brown locks fell over his eyes. Leaning forward, holding onto the railing of the box, he muttered, “Can it be…?” As there was a brief instrumental break in the song, a few shouts of ‘bravo!’ could be heard throughout the concert hall. The violet eyes of the Colonel scanned the singer’s face, searching for something undeniably familiar.

He settled on her eyes, a familiar, determined glint drawing him in. The Colonel was reminded of summers long past, of two children in the countryside. “Can it be Christine?”

The Colonel resolved to meet her after the performance. Although it had been requested that singers not be approached, nothing was out of reach for the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet. And surely an exception could be made for a childhood friend, right?

The Colonel looked over the railing of Box 3, down, over the heads of those in Box 4, into Box 5. Withholding his disappointment on finding it empty, he leaned back in his seat. His eyes fixated on the girl on stage, and as her song came to a close, he felt something settle in his chest.

“After all this time,” he whispered. “I’ve found you again.” His hand flexed as he breathed, “Christine.”

Thunderous applause rumbled through the opera house as Christine curtsied, her smile wide and bright. Hands clasped as she bowed again, Christine was eager to run off stage, back to the safety of her dressing room. The thrill of performance was undeniable, but it was impossible to not crave the comfort and familiarity in this alien experience. She turned from the stage as the curtains closed, immediately met with the blinding grin of Rafayel.

“See? I told you, you’d be amazing!” He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close.

Christine frantically patted his shoulder. “Raf, you’re suffocating me!” He loosened his grip slightly, pouting into her hair all the while.

“I can’t help it! You were beautiful out there!” She felt his wide grin against her neck as he nearly vibrated with excitement. His voice took a softer tone as he asked, “Do you feel alright? Anything wrong? I know performing can be nerve-wracking.”

Christine rested her head against his chest. “It was scary when I first went on stage. When the music didn’t start, I didn’t know what to do!” She felt Rafayel nod. “But once I got into the song, it was really thrilling.” She smiled.

“I’m so glad, cutie. You let me know if anything goes wrong, alright?” His grip tightened again, but Christine didn’t complain this time. “Your big, strong Raf will come to the rescue!”

Christine snorted, but before she could respond, they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Rafayel raised his head, completely prepared to tell whoever it was to wait their turn, that his cutie just had an amazing performance and he wanted to make sure she knew it, but the words died in his throat when he caught sight of the insignia on his coat. He shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to let go but knowing he should before things escalated beyond annoyance. He reluctantly released Christine under the hard, scrutinizing gaze of the Colonel.

“Christine?” Though the edge on his voice softened slightly, the Colonel still stood before them, tall and imposing. She looked up at him, nodding slightly. “Could I talk to you in private?” He sidestepped beside them, motioning to a secluded hallway backstage. Christine gave one final, curious look to Rafayel, who only mirrored her own confusion, before following the Colonel.

Once they were by themselves, the Colonel grabbed Christine’s hands, tightly engulfing them in his own as if he were afraid she would disappear. Christine looked at him, the shock evident in her eyes even though she tried to keep a neutral expression.

“How can I help you, Colonel?” She swallowed nervously.

His brows drew together. “You… don’t recognize me?”

“Am I supposed to?” Christine cocked her head.

“Yes!” He said a bit more forcefully than he intended, internally wincing as Christine flinched back. “I just…” the Colonel sighed, taking his hat off and running a hand through his hair. He looked back to Christine, eyes wide and pleading. “We were practically raised together. Don’t you remember?”

Christine frowned. “I’m really very sorry, but I don’t remember a Caleb. Maybe you’re thinking of a different Christine?” she offered, her frown only deepening as he shook his head. An impatient cry of her name brought Christine’s attention away from the Colonel, much to his chagrin.

She turned back to him, now offering an apologetic smile. “I’ve got to get going. It was wonderful meeting you, Colonel, and I hope you find who you’re looking for.”

The Colonel stared after her as she ran off, disbelief and disappointment mingling in his violet eyes. A small smile found its way onto his lips as she watched her happily converse with Talia. “Long ago,” he whispered hoarsely. “It seems so long ago. How young and innocent we were! She may not remember me, but I remember her.” Caleb grinned somberly.

After only a couple more performances, the chattering audience was ushered out of the opera house, their praises of the night’s singers echoing in the darkened streets. Christine, in all the bustle of the crowd, managed to sneak away to satiate her curiosity. Swallowing her fear, she forcibly pulled back the curtain leading into Box 5.

She didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved upon finding the chairs undisturbed. She took a step further in, searching for any indication of the Opera Ghost. While she stubbornly believed the him to be only a rumor, she couldn’t explain what she had seen before her performance. And who knows, Christine thought, maybe knowing the Opera Ghost wouldn’t be so bad.

She sighed upon finding nothing, but just as she was turning to leave, a glossy black on the arm of the seat caught her eye. She knelt down next to the seat to have a closer look. Carefully balancing the delicate crow’s feather between her fingers, Christine didn’t notice the two watchful eyes on her.

The Phantom of the Opera watched the singer so blatantly intrude upon his space, and, for once, did not act in malice. He stood, attentive eyes trained on her, a long-forgotten emotion passing through his crimson eyes. Maybe someone knowing the Opera Ghost wouldn’t be so bad, he thought.

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[headstrongblake]

@thewholecrew : holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them. / grant&nick immortal? B)

these events are not his style. so far from it that kassy had to pull clothes for him. dress him like her perfect doll so that he didn’t look so out of place at a fancy ball such as this. the undercity doesn’t have stuff like this that it amazes him, though hardly surprises him that this gala is packed with people. all in elegant clothes with expensive glasses of alcohol carted around by waiters. the moment he walks in with kassy’s arm wrapped around his, he feels like a fish out of water. hues quickly scan over the sea of people to find every exit he can. but despite the tightness in his chest, it’s worth it to see how happy it made kassy for him to accompany her. plus, there’s no downside to watching octavia and grant also dressed up in expensive clothing. how dashing the two look. how delicious. his head shakes at the last thought that bubbles in his mind, echoing kassy’s voice as he moves wherever kassy wanders.

the four of them have been here for hours, dancing and enjoying themselves while nicklas indulged in all the free alcohol. everytime he seemed to finish a drink, like magic another waiter approached with full tray. it couldn’t be his fault how hot his body felt, or how dark desire filled hues continue to wander the girls and grant. if they didn’t want people to fill up on alcohol, then they needed a better system he thought to himself, watching grant cross the room toward him and kassy with octavia on his arm. typically, he’d be watching the small minx beside him. thinking of ways to push her buttons and rile her up. but tonight, as he tilted another glass to his lips, he couldn’t stop himself from staring at grant. from all the times the men have shared a moment with kassy that continue to float around in his mind, replaying on a constant loop.

“im going to get some air,” nick explained, unwrapping his arm from around kassy as grant expressed his desire to also step outside of the gala. despite how his insides tense and screamed at the offer, a smirk easily played on his lips as nick turned to the girls. “don’t have too much fun without us,” he winked before disappearing through the crowd with grant until he found an opening. before escaping through it, nick quickly grabbed himself another two glasses of champagne, nudging his head toward the opening for grant to follow. finally, for a single moment it felt like nick could fully breathe as the two men stepped out onto a balcony. just the two of them without a sea of people surrounding. “damn what a party,” nick huffed, offering grant the other glass before entirely downing his. “i dunno what i expected but that,” nick glanced back through the curtains before he shuddered a little, overwhelmed by it all as he flattened his hands against the cool railing. bit much? grant had asked him which had nick chuckling to himself.

“it isn’t for you?” he asked, turning to face grant as he leaned against the railing, studying the curve of grant’s smile as it tugged on his lips, explaining how he’s had decades more practice than nick had. lightly, nick scoffed, “right, ya’ll know the ins and outs of these places,” he muttered, dark hues idling wandering grant, studying him in ways he’s never openly done before. only ever stealing small glances during heated moments between grant and the girls. but with his liquid courage, all these jumbled feelings he’s suppressed seem to flutter inside of him. little thoughts of what if? what if he just leaned in right now? what would grant do? how would he react if nick flattened him against the stone wall and kissed him until their heads were dizzy? all the thoughts linger and twist in his mind with the alcohol and his feelings until he no longer has a sense of control over his own body. instead of any thoughts, nick acts, stepping closer to grant as blue hues shift to grant’s gaze, flickering between his mouth and golden hues. nick leans in, though a part of him resists the temptation. the fiery urge as he straightens himself with a nervous laugh.

you a little drunk? with grant’s inquisitive lift of his brow, nick’s grin grew mischievous. to hell with his reservations, or his father’s disgusted voice in the back of his mind. “oh yeah, but lucky for you, i can be a nice drunk,” he placated with a devilish glint flashing in his gaze as he once again leaned just the slightest bit closer to grant. “im going to kiss you.” nick announced, unable to take back the urge or suppress the action now that he’s said it out loud. though nick sees no unwillingness, he doesn’t wait long for grant’s protest. instead he steps toward the man, lifting his hand to grasp grant’s jaw in his hand. the second he does, it feels like an electric spark explodes in his veins, fanning the flame of his desire as he directed grant just a touch closer to him before his lips crash against the other. it’s meant to be slow. gentle and soft. but as nick’s lips touched grant, his entire body ignites and his kiss turns nearly ravenous as he steps into grant, walking the other back until his back gently connected with the outside brick.

with his hand still on grant’s jaw, it takes nick losing the air from his lungs before he can manage to pull himself back from grant. though his thumb gingerly brushes against grant’s skin, hues look at him like he could devour him right here and now. “yeah,” he mutters to himself, “i see the appeal with you…”

[starlingsrps]

keep about your wits.

anneliese is sixteen now and julie has no idea what’s she’s supposed to do with her.

right now, anneliese is on term break for august. she’s antsy and irritable from the heat of august and seems ready to pop. last week, she came home with her thick brown hair whacked to the chin and enough money to settle their bill with the milkman. she hadn’t asked, she hadn’t mentioned, she just did. while julie evened out the ends with a pair of nail scissors and scolded her, she explained that she had sold it to a wigmaker and negotiated a higher rate because she’d never done anything to it but grow it. they were in the black with jan again, there was some extra leftover, just in case, julie didn’t have to see her ring from ari - so that was that.

she’s probably going to give julie grey hair but she means well.

neither of them will say it but julie knows anneliese is as lonely as she is. the soap opera they both like is over at nine but they always stay up late to play cards and argue over the show. anneliese finishes a book and gives it to her so she has someone to talk about it with, julie used to braid her hair for her before her chop. breaks are best, as she doesn’t feel nearly as guilty for letting her stay up for the company.

tonight, there are taps at the kitchen window and over the sound of anneliese’s incredibly loud thinking, julie counts them. camille.

“bed,” julie announces and anneliese groans, slapping her hand of cards down on the table.

“i was winning.”

“you were not,” julie says, sweeping the cards up. “it’s late.”

“can’t i stay?” she asks. “i could help.”

“you may not and you can’t.” julie nudges her chair with a foot. “go upstairs.”

anneliese pulls a face and stands, shoving her feet into slippers and looking so put out that julie almost laughs at her angry face. “you know, i can’t rightfully say that i don’t know what you’re doing if i actually do know what you’re doing.”

“that won’t work.”

she sticks out her tongue and stomps up the back stairs.

julie waits, finishing a few dishes from dinner and drawing the curtains before turning off all but the light over the sink. she puts the kettle on, knowing that regardless of weather, camille will want tea. she listens for anneliese to stop stomping around above her and when it’s finally still and silent, she finally opens the door to the cellar.

camille is there, propping up a tall, lanky boy. as ever, she looks both exhausted and cheerful. julie has no idea how she manages. like all of them, the boy is achingly young. his arm hangs at an awkward angle and julie hopes she isn’t expected to deal with that. he looks equally exhausted but blurred around the edges.

“american,” she says by way of introduction, patting him on the shoulder. “do you know how to set bones?”

“not a clue. what about-“

camille cuts her off by clicking her tongue and parking him against a wall to make a cup of tea. no real names, no details, no destinations. “that’s where he’s headed. but he needs papers and some rest before that.”

“we can certainly do that.” julie squints at him, appraising. he’s too young for some of her identifications but she could get away with a student visa, she supposes. “i should have something for him.”

“wonderful.”

“if he can keep both eyes open at the same time for a minute, i can take his photo before he sleeps.”

camille waves a hand in the air and hands julie a mug. “it’s the morphine.”

“ah.” she takes a sip of the scalding tea for something to do. “well, i can’t help with that or the wrist but i can get him papers and some clothes.”

“wonderful. where shall-“ she looks over julie’s shoulder and raises her eyebrows. “hello.”

julie whips around to find anneliese leaning over the railing. “anka! bed!”

“i’m just looking!” anneliese hisses. she is very much looking, eyes fixed on the american. she supposes that he’s very tall and probably handsome but he’s a child as far as she’s concerned and will be gone in the next few hours.

“stop ogling the poor thing!” julie hisses back and shooing her up the stairs. “he is not a cake!”

“we never get boys!” are her parting words before she stomps back up the stairs. the door to her room slams a moment later.

camille is laughing silently when julie turns back around. the pilot looks to be completely out of his body but manages a smile as though to participate. “such a fun age,” she says finally.

julie groans and throws up her hands. “if it’s not boys, it’s that she’s bored.”

“oh, i remember that.” camille looks to be fondly reminiscing her teen years for a moment before she blanches and laughs. “never again.”

“never again,” julie agrees. “i’ll get the camera.”

[rae-pottah]

Morpheus x Reader

*=point of view change

Warnings: she/her pronouns, references to sex, shitty writing., pictures of how I imagine things (feel free to imagine your own), severely edited

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"Why do you come without notice? " Morpheus asked aloud with no emotion in his voice.

"We aren't supposed to have humans in our realms permanently, I thought you out of all of us wouldn't break that rule" Death said boldly

"I actually didn't want to be here your kind of mean" Desire joked with a straight face

"I just wanted to stay in bed today" Despair whispered

"Yes well, as I have learned 'rules are meant to be broken' " He quoted you

"They could go insa-" she gets cut off by a woman appearing in front of her brother

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"Darling the next time you feel like railing me into the mattress would you please leave me the ability to walk? " you ask. Morpheus quite confused about how you managed to appear in front of him, Death suprised and not wanting to know about her brother's sex life, Desire ready to bust up laughing, and Despair traumatized.

Dream slowly with a smile "Darling, we have company" face now red you turned around and and greeted his siblings with a

"I-um-h-mm" Morpheus then pulled you onto his lap.

"You know just as well as I do humans can go insane in our realms!" Death tries to reason ignoring her brothers actions

"But I am perfectly well here" you state simply

"And as that may be-" Death gets cut off

"Then can we agree on, if anyone starts to notice any sign of insanity she goes back to the waking world." Morpheus compromises with slight discomfort with even the thought of sending you back

"But I'm fine here!" Your rage starting to burn

"Then it shouldn't be a problem dear" he reasons

"We'll accept"

"Fine." As thoughts rush over you, there was something you wanted from the waking...

S'mores!

"Do you guys want S'mores?" You blurted out

"What's a S'more?" Death asked you head snapped toward her

"You poor, poor child" genuinely sorry for anyone who hasn't had one

"You must try one! Come out to the front of the palace!" you disappear again which confuses Morpheus even more

As they all walk out of the castle and down a small hill to you, they see you waving your hands about, and in front of them was building out of nothing a fire pit with seating and a curtain box ring with all the items to make S'mores and to simply be.

"How did you do this my love?" Morpheus asks eye wide in surprise, Death just as much so, Desire and Despair in shock.

"I honestly don't know it just kinda happens, I want something it makes it or helps, really started when I wanted lemonade and it just kinda appeared" you smiled happily

Death looks at Morpheus with a knowing smirk

"You wanna see what else I can do?! " you ask excitedly

"Absolutely we do! " Dream retorts with the same amount of excitement

"I can fly a little" you say as you pick yourself up off the ground while you think about it, "AND AND WATCH THIS WATCH THIS!!" you raised you voice

As you spin around your sweat pants and tank top turn into a beautiful black gown that was near fit for a queen

"I LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS" you squealed

"Oh wow" the three of your boyfriends siblings sighed

"you know what's even better?!" You poke Morpheus's chest and his outfit starts to change into a Kingly sight.

"Oh and of course the crown!" You pointed your right index finger up and made a circle motion as a crown appeared on his head.

"And of course the Queens and Kings of their own realms!" You point to the three siblings that are now smirking at Dream

Death:

Desire:

Despair:

"Where is your crown? " Morpheus asks confused

"I'm no queen" you chuckled nervously.

"Darling, the dreaming bends to your will and bows to your wants"

"The dreaming is him-" Despair starts to explain

"And he is the dreaming-" Desire continues

"And if he is yours-" Death helps

"Then the dreaming belongs to you." Morpheus finishes

He said as if it was the most simple thing as he bowed down to you and it felt as though time stopped, the endless don't bow. As he settled on his knee and put his head down you felt something on top your head... A crown.

And when Morpheus bowed, the castle help, as shocked as they were, around stopped and bowed, and with one deadly look from Dream to his siblings, you had 4 endless bowing before you.

Thanks lol

[blossom-adventures]

It’s @hauntedadagium’s birthday soon! Happy birthday to you my friend! You are a wonderful, wonderful person and I’m so pleased to have become your friend, to celebrate your big day I thought I’d write you a little something ☺️💙

I hope you have a great day 🌸😘

And also it’s my first real attempt at anything remotely steamy ☺️ I hope it reads right

Late Night Visit!

Standing on your balcony gave you a vantage point over most of Gralea, everything from the hospital at the edge of the city to your left, the Magi-Tech factories to your right and directly ahead was the Emperor’s Palace.

You let out a long sigh as you leant against the railing, looking down at your phone and the last text you received

Happy Birthday, my love, see you tonight, A

The text had been sent in the morning almost as soon as a courier had delivered a large box to your apartment, a present from your love; a large bouquet of flowers and the most expensive wine and chocolates you’d ever received, the card that came with it said that he would pick you up for dinner at 6 this evening… but 6pm was nearly 2 hours ago, and you hadn’t received another text or phone call from him all day, normally he would send the odd text during the day, even if it was just telling you that he loved you, but today of all days you had heard nothing.

He never liked you worrying about him, he had said as much in the past, but it was hard not to sometimes, especially when he would turn up at your door, eyes black and struggling to stay composed. It didn’t happen often but when it did, he always came to you for comfort.

Maybe he’s been busy… he’s a busy man after all… or he lost his phone… yeah, that’s possible too… but he has a phone in his office…

You watch the sun set before returning to the inside of your apartment, closing and locking the glass door behind you, even though the street lights kept Deamons at bay, you always kept the doors and windows shut at night, for your own piece of mind. You drop onto the sofa and look at the flowers you had put in a vase that morning, all of your favourites, he must have picked each one himself. The more you look at them, the more you feel your worry bubble to the surface, so you look away, focusing instead on drumming your fingers on the arm of the leather sofa.

It got to 9pm before you heard some movement on the balcony, you assume it’s one of the smaller Deamons so paid little attention, until a gentle tapping on the glass made you look around. Looking through the thin curtains you could see a familiar figure in his long black coat and hat.

“Ardyn…” you scramble to your feet and rush to unlock the door, once you swing the door open he steps in, “Ardyn, where…” you were silenced in mid sentence by him taking your face in his hands and kissing deeply, you let out a little moan as you melt into his embrace as he moves his left hand to snake around your waist and his right moves to hold the back of your neck. He finally pulled away a few inches, after what felt like ages, to allow you both to catch your breath

“Forgive my lateness, something came up, unavoidable” he explained before he kissed you again on the lips and then moved along your jaw and down your neck. As he moved towards your collarbone you catch a glimpse of a couple of black veins disappearing under his messy red hair. That explains everything, you thought as you place a gentle kiss on one of them

“Ardyn, do you want to talk about it?”

“About what, my love?” He mumbled against the low neckline of your shirt, his hot breath ticking just above your cleavage, making you shiver.

“I can see some black veins along your hair line… bad day?” You whisper, your voice trembled as you try to keep your breath steady, he stopped kissing you for a moment and stood to his full height, he usual smirk had gone “are you alright?”

“Please don’t make this about me” he said firmly, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes, his gold eyes sparkled in the dim light of your apartment “it has already taken up enough of your birthday… I want tonight to be about you… no one else”

“But…” he stopped you saying anything else with another passionate kiss, your hands roam along his chest and up to his shoulders, pushing his long coat off as you do so, he shrugged it off so it fell into a heap on the floor, you reach up to his head and knock his hat off next, running your fingers through his thick hair as you do. He finally moves away from your lips, allowing you to catch your breath

“Ardyn…” his name came out in a moan as his hands roam across your body as much as his lips were, “how about, we open that wine you bought me,” he hummed against your shoulder and let go of you

“I’d never pass on the offer of wine, my love”

Once 2 large glasses were poured you both sit down on the sofa and have a moment to enjoy the rich red wine

“So my love… what do you want to do this evening? How can I make it up to you for being so terribly late?” Ardyn set his wine glass down and ran his hand up your leg “we never went out for dinner,” he added, almost as an afterthought

“We could order something?” You suggest, “have it brought here”

“Hmmm, we could, order what ever you want, I’ll pay”

While you quickly put in an order on your phone for your favourite food, Ardyn got up and collected his hat and coat, pulling his wallet out of an inside pocket and then hanging them up on the coat hooks by your apartments front door

“Well, I’ve ordered, it should be here in the next 30 minutes”

“So what can we do in 30 minutes?” Ardyn asked, giving you a knowing smirk

“I can think of a couple of things” you kiss him on the cheek, before taking his hand and leading him towards your bedroom. “You’ll need to loose a bit more clothing though, Ardyn” he chuckled, the sound of his laugh sent shivers up your spine, as it always did

“Anything for you, my dear” he purred as he shut the door behind him.

I think this is going to be the most smutty I’ll ever get in my writing, so I’m sure you can imagine what they get up to in the bed room, let your imagination run wild! 😉

Hope you like this little present @hauntedadagium and I hope you have a good Birthday ☺️💙🌸

[chippedaxe]

Shower Sex Hc's

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Title: Shower Sex Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), shower sex, coarse language, degrading names may be used, hair pulling, stomach bulge, orgasm denial etc.. (unedited btw)

Pronouns: They/Them non specified genitalia

Synopsis: Headcanons of how sex in the shower with these Mcyt's would go!

Word count: 2.2k

Note: No one requested this but it was an idea that needed to be written! This might be a very long post..

* I'm also still writing everyone's request, pls just be patient <3

If there’s any warnings that I’ve missed/ tags I need to fix/ anything in the fic that needs fixing then pls let me know !!

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c! Dream

- You were standing with your front facing the water, your eyes were closed and your face was buried in water. You were just trying to wash all the dirt off your skin when you suddenly got spooked, a large hand came up and caressed your side which made you jump a little "Huh??" you turned around and saw your hunky boyfriend there "Sorry, did I scare you?" He laughed at your shocked reaction.

"What're you doing in here?? I'm showering!" you exclaimed "So am I! What a coincidence!" He kissed your cheek and rubbed circles into your hips "Dream.. I'm trying to be clean!" you pushed him off you and he faked being hurt "Ouch.. You really hurt my feelings, what did I do to deserve this?" he gasped dramatically "Oh you shut up, you big baby!" you laugh at his silly antics.

Dream offers to wash your back for you and you reluctantly agree "No weird stuff?" you seem suspicious of his behavior "Weird stuff? From me? Never!" he scoffed at you, you already knew that you had made a mistake when he had said that. He squirted some liquid soap into his hand and began to run his hands over your back, it feels like a nice massage until he starts to get even lower.. His hands move down so they're now groping at your butt "Dream, that's a bit low" you growl at him.

"You've got me there, dear!" he chuckles as he continues to gently massage your ass "Are you seriously this horny? You can't even wait for me to clean up before touching me?" You furrowed your eyebrows "I'm horny for you, baby" Dream kissed you and wrapped his arms around your torso. You kissed him back and then moved your hands to feel up his chest, one hand slowly making its way down toward his stomach "You're so good to me, dear, couldn't have anyone better than you.." Dream huffed into your ear.

You took his cock in your hand and you pumped it a few times just so it'd get hard and then you slowly pushed it inside of you, you gasped as it stretched you out and made your legs shake "Oh fuck!" Dream groaned "H- hold me!" you dug your nails into his back as he started to thrust into you. You were already so close to cumming with how he was just railing into you "C- cumming!" you squealed "Already? Fuck! Me too!" Dream bit down on the back of his hand and started fucking you faster "Ah!" you came on his cock.

c! Sapnap

- You walked into the bathroom and saw the outline of Sapnap's figure through the curtain, you bit your lip and began to undress hastily. You dropped your pants to the ground and carefully snuck into the shower behind Sapnap, he didn't even notice until your hands snaked up to caress his chest "Ah.. Baby.." he softly moans as you rub his chest "Mind if I shower with you?" you smile.

“Just showering?" Sapnap smirked "Maybe not just showering" you blushed as you imagined what was going to come, "come here and I'll wash your body for you" Sapnap kissed your forehead. You moved towards him and passed the soap, Sapnap lathered his hands in soap before running his rough hands over your skin.

You let out a hitched moan when his hands brushed over your nipples, he let one of his hands travel down your stomach and to your nether regions "You're already wet? But baby, you didn't go under the water" Sapnap laughed "Don't tease me or I'll dry off and go take care of this myself" you hissed "You're right, sorry baby" he continued his actions and moved his hand to slowly finger you. You whined softly as his fingers thrusted in and out of you gently, your hips bucked against him and you started to grind yourself against his hand but he then pulled out without warning.

You whimpered and cried "Sap!" you pouted, he bent you over slightly and then lined himself up with your hole. You bit your lip in pleasure when he finally pushed in, he grunted as you clenched around his cock "Shit.. Baby, you feel so good!" Sapnap threw his head back and drilled into your sweet hole. You held onto the wall so that you didn't slip in the shower, you moved your hips against his, your free hand flew to cover your mouth.

His cock was absolutely wrecking you and you didn't wanna have to explain your screams of pleasure to the neighbors, Sapnap leaned forward and bit down lightly into your shoulder. You gasped and came with that action, Sapnap came not too long after. "Let's actually get clean now, aye?" Sapnap teased but then quickly had to catch you as your wobbly legs gave way.

c! George

- You offered to shower with George and he hesitated at first "What? Why would we shower together for? We have two bathrooms" George was confused "I could wash your back, maybe wash a little more.." you suggested "Like what?" George still didn't get the idea so you decided to just join him the next time he was showering. You threw your shirt over your head and wiggled off your pants, you then pulled back the curtain to reveal a scared and embarrassed George.

"H- Hey! This showers taken!!" George blushed and turned away "I know, I wanted to shower with you, is that okay?" you give him a hug and your naked bodies press together for just a moment "I- I guess!" George pries you off him and tries to hide away in the corner "George baby, don't you want me to wash you?" you pursed your lips together "I can do that myself!" George exclaimed "I could do it for you though.. I promise I'll be extra gentle" you smile up at him.

George groans and lets you do what you wish, you squeal and cover your hands in soap. You rub his arms first, you bite your lip as you subtly squeeze at his muscly forearm, you then start to caress and wash his torso and chest "George, you're so pretty" you coo as you rinse off the soap. You turn George around and then you start to get on your knees "What're you doing?" George asked you, you moved your hair out of the way and looked up at him "What does it look like? Cleaning you, dummy!" you smiled.

"H-hey no! I know you're doing something lewd!" George cried out as you gave the tip of his cock a little kiss, he grew hard right away and you grinned "You can tell me now if you want me to stop.." you tease him "N- no" George begins to speak "Aw, I've been forcing you into this.." you tease further and begin to stand up to leave but George unexpectedly pushes you down "Suck it" he growls, your eyes go wide at his sudden dominance.

You listen to him immediately, your lips parting and letting his cock push into your mouth. You suck on him gently and you let your tongue swirl around the tip "Fuck, that's real good.." George's hand travels to your hair and he carefully starts to guide your mouth, he wants to fuck your face so bad but he'll hold out on doing that. "Gonna cum.. Gonna shoot my seed down your throat, baby" George grunted and came into your mouth.

You swallowed his cum and pulled off his penis, you looked up at him and wiped your mouth "You think you can get away with teasing me? Get your ass over here and try not to slip" he stared you down.

c! Karl

- Karl wasn’t taking a shower and he was starting to really smell worry you a lot, you came up from behind and hugged him but pulled away when you smelt his odd scent “baby? Why’d you pull away?” He turned around “I wanted to ask if you’d like to shower with me!” You came up with an idea to get him to finally bathe.

“Shower with you? I’m not sure about that, our shower can be a bit cramped” Karl thought to himself “then I guess we’re gonna have to stand pretty close..” you hinted to him, his face blushed a bright red when he figured out what you meant “alright! W- we can do that!” Karl’s voice cracked as he agreed.

You met him in the bathroom, he was already in the shower and waiting for you. You pulled off your outfit of the day and then jumped in behind him, your hands both quickly reacting and covering both his mouth and his cock. He started to moan and whine as your hand pumped his cock “hmmmhn!” His voice was muffled by your hand.

“Baby, gonna cum?” You tease as your hand strokes him a little faster. He nods his head and humps your hand a little bit as he gets closer and closer, you then pull away just as he’s about to cum. “H-Huh??” He’s all whiny and pouting when you move your hands “only clean boys are allowed to cum, clean yourself smelly” you tease him.

c! Punz

- He asked you if you wanted to come shower with him, you had already known the sexual consequences of accepting his offer and you had accepted. Punz had bad intentions with you, he walked into the bathroom and started to strip himself immediately whilst you stood there and watched him "Aren't you gonna undress?" he glanced towards you "oh uh.. Yeah!" you gulped and took your clothes off.

- You got into the shower with him and he started to rinse himself off under the water "Aren't you gonna come here and get wet?" his words even sounded lewd, you shyly made your way over and got under the water. The water ran down your bodies "The water isn't on you properly, get closer like this" he pulls you in so now you two are basically entwined. Your crotch is brushing up against his and you're questioning how he isn't hard yet, you start to slowly grind up on him and you hope that he doesn't notice.

"Look at you being a whore, trying to get off when I was just trying to have a nice shower with you?" He teased, his hand reaching down to toy with your little hole. You whined against his slightly touches "ah.. Please fuck me.." you pawed at his body and he stood there nonchalantly. "You think you deserve it? I was just trying to shower and you started touching me" Punz teased you and crossed his arms.

You nodded desperately “fine, but you have to clean me up!” Punz pretends as if this wasn’t what he had planned, his cock was already hard from the moment he entered the bathroom. You bent over and allowed him to thrust his huge dick inside of you, you gasped and moaned out in pleasure as he was already going rough.

Punz dug his hands into your hip as his balls slapped your ass, his thrusting was making your legs hurt and your stomach bulge. You held onto your tummy and covered your mouth as you felt yourself already about to cum, you warned Punz by tapping the wall “g-hnnn..” your legs shook and you almost fell over when you had came.

c! Eret

- Eret joined you in the shower, her hands washing your hair carefully which made you go into a more blissful mood. You crooked your head back as she gently tugged, you moaned softly when he pulled on your hair by accident "sorry!" you shut your mouth and hoped he wouldn't tease you over that. "Did I hurt you??" Eret asked with a bit of a teasing undertone "N- no, that didn't hurt-" you began to say "Oh, so it felt good?" Eret smirked, you lowered your head and didn't answer.

Eret pulled on your hair again which made you let out a high pitched squeal "Ah!" it sounded almost pornographic, Eret chuckled lightly "I was just trying to wash your hair and here you are making my cock all hard" they showed off their hardened penis. You gulped nervously as you took in his length "shit" you thought to yourself "I'm sorry, please be gentle with me!" you pleaded "You say that as if I'm not normally gentle with you" Eret laughs.

Eret's hands squeeze your hips for a moment before lifting one of your legs up, she then slid their penis inside of your hole "Ah! Fuck!" you howled in pleasure "Does it feel good, baby?" Eret thrusted harshly inside of you. You nod your head as you're trying to keep your noises down "Why don't you speak up?" Eret teased as he started to thrust harder "Ah! F- Fuck! Eret! Eret! Eret!" you put your hands on the wall so that you wouldn't slip, you bit down on your lip as you found it harder to stay quiet.

"FUCK! I'm CUMMING!" you couldn't conceal your screams of pleasure as you came all over their cock, your hole clenched around him and she ended up coming just after you.

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[nickelwick]

not my idea, but for the ninjago drabbles, could you do a Jade prince Lloyd au (loyd and Harumi role swap) if you're comfortable with it?

Oh I've heard of this one too! I'll give it a go! Okay, I'm going to do the scene where Lloyd and Harumi first bonded--when she was giving food out to the poor. But naturally, since this is a role swap, I'll change it up a bit. Hope you like it!

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Harumi gasped as she entered the prince's chambers. It was in disarray, with pillows thrown on the floor and a bench toppled over. The doors had been flung open, the curtains whipping in the chilly night wind.

"They've taken the prince!" she exclaimed as she rushed to the edge of the balcony.

She scanned the curved rooftops, desperate to find any trace of the kidnapper. She spotted a hooded figure a couple buildings over with a burlap bag in their hands.

She narrowed her eyes and yanked on her emerald hood. "I've got you."

Then she flipped over the railing and onto the roof below.

As soon as Harumi's feet made contact with the tile, she was off. She dashed across the roofs, the neon signs of the city becoming a blur as she sprinted past. She didn't hesitate as she came across a particularly large gap, using a burst of airjitzu for a boost.

But the kidnapper was skilled. They didn't waver as they ran across the edge of buildings fifty feet high. They jumped off a roof and started scaling the railings of a fire escape like it was nothing.

Harumi gawked. Just who was this--?

She yelped as the tile slipped from underneath her. She started sliding down, down, down, unable to stop. She fell off the roof and squeezed her eyes shut, preparing herself for a nasty fall.

But the collision never came. Someone grabbed her hand and yanked her up to safety, setting her down on the cement.

Harumi shook her head and gazed up at her rescuer. "Thank y--" It was the kidnapper!

She jumped back and got into a defensive position. "Who are you?!" she demanded.

The figure bashfully flipped back his green hood, revealing...

"Prince?" Harumi exclaimed, lowering her guard. "Wha--you're not being kidnapped?"

The prince let out a laugh. "No! Though, um, I can see how it seemed that way..."

She sighed in relief. This prince was turning out to be quite the handful. "What's in the bag anyway?"

"Oh!" The prince opened the sack, revealing food and...a soccer ball?

"Who're these for?" Harumi questioned.

A mischievous sparkle alighted in the prince's eyes. "Why don't I show you?"

The prince led Harumi down a fire escape, grabbing a jacket for her on the way to "disguise herself." She did have to admit he pulled together a decent disguise. That green hoodie totally concealed his shaggy blonde hair.

She tugged on the black leather jacket with a frown. It was just...too edgy for her, what with the spikes on the shoulders and all. But it covered her gi well, so she would take it.

Before she knew it, the prince had stopped outside a particularly nasty alley. Garbage cans littered the sides of the moldy walls, and rats scampered amongst the damp newspapers. It was the last place Harumi would expect anyone to coop up in, much less children.

Yet here half a dozen of them were, trying to play games with broken bottles.

Harumi's breath hitched in her throat. "Why..."

"Are we here?" the prince finished. "To give them this."

The bag thudded onto the ground, drawing the attention of the children. They looked at the noise and beamed, before rushing over to them.

They know him," Harumi thought, watching as the children giggled and tugged at the prince's clothes. He's done this before.

Once the children had gobbled down the food, Lloyd dropped the soccer ball on the ground. It bounced back up, and he expertly dribbled it on his foot before kicking it away. The children chased after it, giggling in glee.

"These children are from the orphanage down the road," the prince explained. "But they get next to none funding...the least I can do is fill their stomachs and give them my time."

Harumi gazed at the prince, her respect for him growing. There was much more to him than she thought.

The prince nudged her with a mischievous grin. "Well, don't just stand there. Let's play some ball!"

She spluttered, "But--but I've never--"

"Don't tell me the Green ninja's scared of a soccer ball," he taunted.

"Of course not!" she protested. "Fine. Let's do this."

It went as badly as Harumi expected it would. Despite all her ninja training, she found it extremely difficult to juggle the ball from one foot to another. And when she did manage to get it, she would kick it too hard away from her. More often than not, it would skid to a player from the other team.

The prince, on the other hand, was a natural. He weaved between the players like it was a dance, dodging fumbling kicks to get the ball away from him. But before the children could get too discouraged, he would always let them take it back, either by letting them seize it or "accidentally" kicking it the wrong way.

Panting, Harumi leaned against the wall. She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her face as the prince high-fived a kid who had just scored a goal. He noticed her by herself and jogged over.

"Tired already, huh?" he teased.

"No," she shot back, before slumping with a groan. "Okay, maybe."

She stared at the kids dashing around before hesitantly asking, "Why do you do it?"

The prince's expression grew serious. "Because it's the only way I can help. At least, until I become...king or whatever. But I feel like this is the best way to help, by being with the people. Not cooped up in some palace."

He looked out at the children, at their grimy faces and malnourished bodies. "These kids need the help most of all."

Harumi's heart squeezed. Because she remembered how she used to be one of those kids, not too long ago. All alone in Darkley's, then trying to "terrorize" villagers with no parental figures in her life...

She could've used someone like the prince then.

"Hey," she said softly, drawing the prince's attention. "I think what you're doing...it's incredibly selfless. You're helping just as much as me and the other ninja do. Prince, I--"

"Please," the prince interrupted with a smile. Unbeknownst to Harumi, hatred flickered within the depths of his dark brown eyes.

"Call me Lloyd."

[bbdaydreams]

Big Baby

TikTok inspo (warning: close up of a wasp)

a/n: @pinoyrella and I came up with this like 3 months ago. I’m just very lazy

Pairing: Ran Haitani x Reader

Summary: Things go south for Ran when he finds a wasp and has to wait for you to come back home

Warning: very ooc and poorly edited

Having both of yours and Ran’s days off is always a blessing, but it’s unfortunate when one of you have already made plans. Your schedule was more regular whereas Ran’s was more spontaneous so you and Ran either made last minute plans or didn’t hang out at all. Today was one of those days. You both had off but Ran had gotten his schedule late and you had made plans in advance to hang out with a friend at a theme park.

“I’m gonna get going now, call me if you need me. If I don’t answer I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

“Why don’t you just ditch them and stay home with me?”

“I’ve had this planned for a while, Ran. It’d be rude if I just bailed on them. Plus I haven’t seen them in a while,” you explained, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time. You turned around only to be greeted by him sitting on the edge of your bed with a fake pout on his face. “Don’t give me that. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Whatever you say, doll,” he smirked before getting up and leaning towards you to give you a quick kiss. “Have fun, don’t miss me too much.”

“Says the one that was just pouting.” Your phone buzzed, signaling you had received a text. “Ah that’s them, gotta go.” You gave him one last kiss before saying your goodbye.

After you left, Ran decided to go back to sleep to get a couple extra hours of rest. Waking up to the sun seeping through the blinds, he lifted his head up off your pillow and started stretching. Letting out a yawn, he got up and pulled the curtains and opened the doors that lead to the attached balcony. The sight from the top floor was something he would never get tired of. Stepping out, he crossed his arms and leaned over the railing before taking in a couple deep breaths to enjoy the fresh air. “Ahh, this is the life,” he spoke to himself, only wishing that you were by his side to accompany him.

Feeling hungry, he turned around to walk back inside but made his way over to your side of the bed to pick up the glass of water you placed there the night before. Noticing it still had a bit left, he drank it only to spit it back out the instant he heard a violent buzzing sound. “What was that?”

He set the glass down and started looking around the room in a panic as he slowly made his way back over to the balcony and closed the doors, hoping that whatever made the sound was gone. Going back to your side of the bed to retrieve the glass, he picked it up only to hear the buzzing again. “Where the fuck is it!”

Ran is a calm guy. He knows how to keep his composure in every situation and to do it all with a smirk on his face. The only exception being when he fears he’s near a wasp. He’s fine with flies, just knows they’re gross. He’s good with bees, because he knows they don’t mean to hurt him. But wasps? Absolutely not, they are vicious and attack just because you made eye contact with them. They also hurt like a bitch.

Holding onto the cup, he closed his eyes to try and focus on the sound. Unfortunately he didn’t hear the sound but he did feel 6 tiny feet slowly crawling up his arm. Jumping about a foot into the air, he ran around the room to get the insect off of him, which he succeeded in, and saw it fly off to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Feeling a rush of adrenaline he quickly made his way over to where the wasp was and put the cup around it, encasing it. “I win. I don’t even know how the hell you made it up here. Now I just have to get you outside…. Dammit.”

It didn’t take long for him to realize the situation he was in. He trapped the wasp but at what cost? He has nothing to slide under the cup to move it outside. There’s nothing within arms reach for him to grab to slide under. And he’s nowhere near his phone. “Shit, I can’t even call Y/n.”

“Calling Dollface.”

“Hmmm? Oh Alexa, I knew you were a great investment!” Standing hopeful with his hand firmly pressed against the cup, he waited to hear your voice. Luckily on the first ring you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/n! I’m so glad to hear your voice. I hope you’re having fun with your friend.”

“I’m glad to hear yours too and I am! It’s nice catching up with them. We just took the last exit to get to the park so I’ll have to leave soon to head over to check in.”

“I think you should come home,” he proposed only to hear your end go silent. “Doll? Are you still there?”

“… you want me to what now?”

“I said you should come home?“ he suggested again, this time his voice small.

“Not happening.”

“Hear me out! A nice and lovely relaxing day, just you and I. We could go to your favorite café. Shop at your favorite store. I’ll buy you anything you want and more.”

“Ran, what’s going on? Are you okay?” While he may be good at getting what he wants, you know there’s more to it when he’s willingly trying to give you anything you want instead of teasing.

He should know better than to try to hide anything from you. “I’m not on speaker right?” Hearing you say no, he took a deep breath. “There’s a wasp and I caught it with a cup but I have no way of taking it out. I’m not near anything that could cover the bottom half to I can throw it out so I’m kinda just stuck standing next to a wall.”

“Oh I see.” He felt a little guilty asking you to come back home on a day you already had plans. And while he may be calm now, his heart is still rapidly beating from the fact that the only thing that separates him and his worst fear is a glass cup. “Want me to call Rin?”

“No! Please don’t, I mean.”

“What? Why not?”

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Say what, Ran? You asked genuinely confused with his behavior. He decided to stay quiet on the line which led to you to thinking and remembering a story his brother once told you when you guys were on an outing together.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Don’t say anything about me while I’m gone.”

“I would never gossip about you.” You told your lover.

“I might.” Rindou answered, giving him a small smile while looking at him with lazy eyes.

“Rin,” the oldest warned while giving his brother a glare reserved only for him.

“Fine, I won’t.”

“Good. I’ll be right back.” He finished and kissed your cheek before walking away.

Looking at Rindou while sipping your drink, you waited for him to give you the signal to say that his brother was out of earshot. “He’s gone.”

“You got any embarrassing stories of him? What’s his worst fear?”

“I’m not sure exactly what his worst fear is, but I can for sure say he’s terrified of wasps.” You took a sip of your drink and looked around before locking eyes with the younger Haitani to encourage him to keep going. “When we were kids we would play outside a lot visited our grandparents often and they lived near the woods so we’d always venture out. One day I was playing near a creek when all of a sudden I just hear Ran screaming for help and running past me to go back to the house. I look up and there’s a whole swarm chasing after him, I assume he must’ve stepped on their nest because damn were they angry.”

“And how long ago was this?”

“Hmmm, probably over 15 years ago but I know he’s still scared of them. If we’re walking and he hears a buzz he’ll walk a little faster while looking around trying to find them so he can avoid them.”

“Awww, he’s such a big baby,” you cooed.

“Who’s a big baby?” Ran asked, slipping into the seat next to you.

“Your brother ,” you snickered while Rindou rolled his eyes and leaned back to go along with your white lie.

Realizing he was probably embarrassed by the situation going on at home, you decided not to make things worse for him. You gave a sad look to your friend, hoping they don’t hold this against you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll come back home. It’s gonna be a couple hours though. Can you wait that long?”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait right here for you.”

“You say it like you have another option. We’re almost at the place. I’ll get there and figure out how to get home. Sound alright?”

He hummed in response before speaking. “I’m sorry for doing this to you doll. I’m thankful for all that you do for me.”

“I didn’t know this is what it took for you to stop teasing me. A wasp? Really?”

“Shhhh! At least say I love you back before you hang up.”

“You didn’t even say it yet for me to say it back.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, too, my big baby.”

He was about to bark back at you but you had hung up before it was too late. Looking at the cup in his hand, he realized he was gonna be standing there for a while. “Might as well get comfy.”

Stepping into the penthouse, you set your things down before picking up a magazine and making your way to your bedroom. When you came in you saw Ran sitting on the floor with his right hand on a cup and his body leaned forward so he could rest his head on the wall, peacefully asleep. Trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb him, you knelt down next to him and tried to get a look at the creature you were dealing with, thing is you didn’t. Moving your head around the room in search of the wasp, you found nothing. “Ran-Ran,” you started lightly tapping his shoulder, “hey, I’m home.”

Letting out a yawn he opened his eyes and closed them again, still groggy. “Hey. Thanks for coming back,” he spoke, giving you a lazy smile.

“Yeah about that, I don’t see the wasp in your cup.”

“What?” He asked, immediately picking up his head and looking at you with wide eyes. “What do you mean it’s not in the cup? I’ve been here all morning.” Watching him frantically look around his hand into the cup was an unusual sight so you couldn’t help but laugh a little at his antics. “Stop laughing this is a serious matter!”

“I’m telling you it’s not there!”

“Where else would it be!”

Out of frustration he removed the cup from the wall and turned it towards himself so he could get a better look. It was at that moment that the wasp revealed itself and flew up to land on Ran’s nose.

“Ran don’t move. Just stay still,” you instructed, rolling up the magazine as quick as you could without startling the insect.

Ran was so shocked with fear all he could do was freeze. He was so terrified of the six tiny feet he could feel on his nose and the thought of the stinger that he didn’t even notice you raise your arm to swat him in the face.

“Ow-“ Ran whimpered, throwing his torso back to land on the ground so he could hold his nose.

“Mother fucker, get off him!” You yelled at the bug, shooting up once it started flying away. Running to the balcony doors, you opened them and ushered the wasp outside, immediately closing them as soon as it left but not without giving it a few last words. “And stay out!”

All Ran could do was look up at you with admiration while you crossed your arms and huffed about the situation. Making eye contact with him, you gave him a small smile before apologizing for hitting him and not killing the wasp in the process. “It’s okay, love. You got rid of him and that’s all that matters. Sorry for ruining your plans.”

“It’s okay,” you started, sitting down on the bed and tapping the spot next to you so he could join you. When he did he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and gave it a squeeze to encourage you to keep going. “After you and I hung up, my friend’s sibling called them saying there was an emergency so we would’ve had to come back regardless. It’s okay though. I now get to be with you, my big baby,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his body.

“Thank you, what would I do without my hero. This means you’ll take care of all the spiders on your own now right?”

“Oh fuck no. They have eight arms, and I only have two, that is not a fair fight.”

“Big baby-“

“Shut it.”

[mint-gee]

devil by the window ♡ lucia

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ summary ❥ he showed up at your window every night and invited you to hang out with him. but you refused every time he invited you. until one night, you decided it was probably about time to get to know him better.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ pairing ❥ lucia x demon, g.n!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ genre ❥ fluff

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ warning ❥ singular curse word.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ word count ❥ 761 words.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ author's note ❥ hey! i am trying to get back into writing since i'm on my semester break rn. so please wish me luck since i'll try to post and continue with my mefy's series (i'm going to edit the story first because i'm not satisfied with it). anyway, enjoy!

knock knock...

the sound of someone knocking on your window caused you to smile broadly. you had been waiting for his arrival since you decided to spend time with him. as soon as the curtain was drawn back, you noticed him sitting on the balcony's railing. the moment he laid eyes on you, his eyes' corners began to widen slightly.

"you got some time today?" he asked. that was all he ever asked when you opened your window. you became tired of hearing him ask the same question every night, but not tonight. you were curious what he might say if you finally agreed to hang out with him. you nodded in response to his question. his eyes were wide open, and he smiled like a child who had received their favorite toys for christmas.

because he didn't want to waste any time, he pulled your arm, lifted you like a bride, and jumped from the balcony with you in his arms. "where are we going?" you asked, looking at your house that is getting smaller from your view.

he didn't reply but only smiled at your question. a few minutes later, you were brought to a nearby hill where you could watch the entire demon town. the two of you sat on the grass and listened to the sound of nature. you closed your eyes as you enjoyed the cold wind hitting your face. he glanced at you and seeing your face made him nervous.

"i'm lucia," he said as he awkwardly held out his hand. you looked down at his hand and laughed. you didn't want to leave him hanging, so you shook his hand.

"everyone knows who you are, lucia," you replied, looking at the dark sky. he scratched his head and giggled. "i'm confused about why the future king of nightmare suddenly came into my window and asked me to hang out with him. i thought he would give up whenever i refused, but i was wrong. so, lucia, why do you insist on hanging out with me?"

lucia went silent for a bit as he tried to find an answer. a few seconds of silence passed, and he still didn't answer your question. when his eyes met yours, he giggled awkwardly and raised his shoulders.

"you caught my attention. nobody has ever refused my invitation, so i was devastated when you turned me down. that's why i wanted to try and challenge myself to win your heart, and tonight is my lucky night,"

you rolled your eyes, "you're one of those, huh?"

"i'm not a bad guy! you seemed like an interesting person," he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes to find you smiling. he gasped and quickly grabbed something from his coat pocket. he pulled out a small red box and handed it to you.

"i bought it last month when we first met. now i can finally give this to you," you looked down at the box. what could it be? is it a ring? a necklace? a bracelet? so much jewelry came to mind, and you were happy to think about it. this is the first time someone other than your family and close friends has given you a present. not only that, the person who gave you this is the future king of your land.

but before you could open it, lucia suddenly stood up. you raised your head to look at him and saw his panicked expression. "shit, my butler is looking for me. i have a very important meeting tomorrow, and he caught me sneaking out from my estate," lucia explained. you chuckled, and the two of you went back to your house. as you entered your room, you turned to him.

"geez, i'll be back tomorrow. i promise tomorrow, we should hang out longer than tonight," said lucia, raising his pinky finger. you nodded. you knew he'll keep his promise as he never missed a day of visiting you every night. he left, and you sat on your bed, glancing at the gift he had bought you. you opened the box and gasped when you saw a necklace with a charm shaped like an open window. it was adorable and quite hilarious to you, but of course, you appreciate his gift. you regretted not accepting his offer sooner, but you were determined to get to know him now. who knows what your future might be? either way, you went to sleep as you couldn't wait for tomorrow night to arrive.

[quindolyn]

Better Kisser || Lily Evans

Word Count: 2228

Note: little bit of James x Reader, but I think it’s mostly focused on Lily, idfk at this point. I questioned my whole ass sexuality today because girls are pretty and we got this. I have come to the conclusion that I would let Lily absolutely rail me and then hold me afterwards.

Warnings: Kissing, alcohol, Lily is hot as shit, sue me, barely edited

Part 2

Masterlist

One thing was for sure, Sirius Black was an upright prick.

And there he was all cuddled up in his boyfriend’s arms, having lost his shirt to Marlene many rounds ago.

“You’re really daring me to kiss your best mate’s girlfriend?” You asked incredulously, hoping you had misheard him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Lily. No, on the contrary. You were just afraid that it would make things awkward with both her and James, whom you’d known since the both of you were in diapers.

‘Why (L/N)? You scared?” He taunted, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

“No, course not.” You denied, leaning forward to scoop your glass of water off the floor, you didn’t want to taste like firewhiskey when you kissed Lily. “Are you okay with it Lils?” You turned to her, if she didn’t want to then that was a non starter, James could be persuaded. But Lily’s consent was 100% necessary.

“Sure (Y/N/N), s’not like I’m kissing Sirius,” She jokingly sneered at him, straightening her skirt as she composed herself.

“You okay with it Jamsie?” She crooned at him like he was a child, and sometimes he was, his eyes never leaving her lips, but you could only sympathize because you too weren’t able to pry your eyes off of them. They were plump and red and swollen from alcohol consumption, you wouldn’t really care if she tasted like alcohol. 

“Mhmm,” He hummed, his eyes never quite meeting hers, “You do whatever you want baby, you wanna kiss (Y/N)?” He shrugged, she nodded, “Then go ahead and kiss her, s’not my place to tell you what you should and shouldn’t do.”

“Kiss!” Sirius heckled, taking another swig of firewhiskey before Remus pried it from his hands, kissing his cupid’s bow in attempts to calm him down.

“You ready love?” Lily asked, taking a puff from the blunt Marlene passed her, inhaling sharply before letting the smoke billow out her nose, a lazy smile taking over her face.

You nodded meekly before crawling over Dorcas who sat between you and James, where Lily was perched on his lap.

“Come here doll,” She beckoned with the crook of her finger, you hesitantly settled yourself next to her, your side pressed into James’ arm which was wrapped around Lily’s waist. 

“Can I kiss you?” You asked her, you faces inches from each other, noses prodding each other’s, you had been right, her breath reeked of alcohol and instead of repulsing you it just dragged you in further. Her eyes flitted down to your lips staying there as James had to hers. You wondered if yours were half as pretty as hers were right now?

Her response came as she leaned forward pressing her lips to yours, they were incredibly soft, her lip gloss tasted like strawberries as you licked it from her lips, the tip of your tongue grazing her bottom lip. Feeling her smirk into the kiss at your boldness, leaning in towards her more you cupped the right side of her face in your hand, savoring how the soft skin felt under your hands. Pushing her tongue into your mouth she grabbed your waist with one of her hands, working her way under your shirt to access your bare skin. 

It felt like an electric current surged through your body as your tongues fought for dominance, both of you mounting a fierce campaign, but ultimately you gave into her, letting her tongue explore your mouth at will.

After what felt like a ridiculously short amount of time she pulled away from you, the both of you gasping for air. You were distantly aware of the small whimper you emitted as she broke contact, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to give a damn, you were high off Lily Evans, and you needed more.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it,” Sirius spoke from Remus’s arms which were now rubbing up and down the smaller man’s arms, “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you,” You smirked, quickly regaining your composure.

“You’re an excellent kisser (Y/N),” Lily lilted, brushing a piece of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail, behind your ear.

And just as quickly as you had regained it you lost all sense of what you were doing and quickly fumbled out an awkward thank you to her compliment, you were sure your face was 30 varying shades of scarlet and was quick to hide it from the view of the others in the room. Settling back into your seat on the other side of Dorcas you failed to notice the intense gaze of a certain bespectacled brunette upon you that stayed there for the rest of the night.

The next morning, sitting down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, the last thing you expected was to be immediately ambushed by James. He flew into the seat beside you, straddling the bench before scooping scrambled eggs and french toast onto your plate for you.

Before you could thank him, he opened his mouth and ruined his perfectly pleasant behavior, “I need you to kiss me!”

“I’m sorry what?” You spat out, somehow managing not to choke on the orange juice you had just taken a gulp of.

“I need you to kiss me.” He repeated plainly.

“No, I heard what you said, my bad. I probably would’ve clarified,” You cleared your throat, setting the glass of juice down onto the table, “What the actual fuck Potter? You have a girlfriend.” You swatted his arm turning in your seat so your body was completely facing the table, James was only able to view your side profile.

“And she has a boyfriend but you still kissed her,” He pointed out, you hated when he was right.

Before you could apologize for stepping over the line he continued, his words soothing your woes, “Last night after we all went to bed,” He started quickly, gesturing with his hands as he always did when he was trying to make his case, whether that was to McGonagall about how it most certainly wasn’t him who was hexing Slytherins in the corridors, or trying to convince Sirius and Remus about his idea for a prank, the boy was always moving his hands about like he was trying to direct air traffic, not that he’d know what that was. “Lily was bragging to me about how good of a kisser you are and how much she enjoyed kissing you.”

You blushed at that, moving your hair so that it would hide your face from him, but the boy wasn’t having it and moved it from curtaining in front of your face so he could once again view your side profile. “And that piqued my interest, because watching you guys kiss was,” He paused for a second, looking for the correct word, “Was euphoric.”

“Big word there Potter, Lupin teach you that one?” You tried in attempts to derail where this conversation was heading but he wasn’t having that.

“That was all fine,” He continued as though you had never spoken in the first place, “But then she started talking about how she was sure you wouldn’t have kissed me like that because she’s such a better kisser than me.” You did not like where this was going, “The problem here is that we’ve never kissed the same person, Lily was my first kiss,”

Though he raced over it quickly you couldn’t stop the small smile that bloomed across your face, there was no denying that James Potter loved Lily Evans. Unless you were Severus and couldn’t pull your head out of your ass that is.

“So we need you to help us settle this little disagreement.” He explained as though it were the most logical answer to his conundrum.

“Does Lily know about your little idea?” You finally turned towards him, one leg bent up on the bench.

He hummed, looking down to his hands where he was tugging at his fingers, “Well, no, not yet, I wanted to see if you would be interested in it before I asked her.”

Risking another glance at the boy you were met with his hopeful gaze which quickly morphed into a cocky grin as you nodded your head, “Fine I’ll kiss you, but only if Lily’s in too.”

“Great!” James exclaimed, pulling you up from your seat at the table and dragging you out of the Great Hall as he excitedly jogged towards the library where he knew Lily to be. 

“Oi, Potter, slow down my legs are shorter than yours!” You complained attempting to keep up with his long strides.

“Sorry Love,” Though he made no move to slow down for you, if anything he picked up speed. 

“Lily!” He announced your entrance when the two of you finally came to the library, earning him a sharp look from Pince. You tried not to look around at everyone in the library not wanting to see the looks they were undoubtedly flashing you, instead burying your head into the back of James’ shoulder, allowing him to guide you through the maze of tables and bookshelves until he finally found the coveted redhead pouring over her potions book.

“What do you want Ja-” She looked up catching sight of you as you tried to hide behind James, suddenly very nervous about what you had previously agreed to. “Oh, hi (Y/N). What’s going on?”

“I was thinking about last night, after we all went to bed,” He moved into the chair next to her, propping his head up in his hand which rested on the table top, “And I love you Flower, I really do but you’re just not the better kisser here, I am. But since you refuse to see that and we’ve never kissed the same person before we can’t really come to a conclusion. Until now that is, because (Y/N) here has agreed to kiss me and then she can tell us who is better.” He motioned to you with a wave of his arm and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks, the way Lily was looking at you, as though she was appraising you, made your legs tremble.

“You sure about this darling?” The question was directed towards you.

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice at this moment.

She sat in her chair a minute longer drinking you in before nodding, turning to her boyfriend who was smiling like an absolute idiot. “Not here though,” She commanded with a flick of her wand that had all of her supplies flying back into her bag, “Our dorm,” She looked at you as she grabbed James’ hand, then yours leading you out of the library.

James was sprawled out on Lily’s bed, the three of you had come to an unspoken agreement that that was where this would take place, it only seemed appropriate. Lying back, James propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes raking over Lily’s figure as she shrugged off her outer robe, leaving her in her tight fitting button down and plaid skirt. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna love,” She murmured in your ear, brushing her lips against your skin, “Jamsie’s just being a dick wad.”

A gentle laugh escaped you at your joke but you shook your head, “No, it's okay, I want to.”

“Alright then bub,” She hummed, “Get on J’s lap.”

You scrambled to comply, easily settling into the grooves of his thighs, “Are you gonna sit up?” You asked him glaring down at where he laid splayed out on the bed.

“No was thinking you’d come down here since I’m gonna be doing most of the work anyway,” He smirked smugly up at you as you leaned down to connect your lips thinking, it's only gonna cost you points Potter, go ahead, you’re just hurting yourself here.

You brushed the hair off his forehead as your lips met each other, he tasted like mint and citrus, it left you wondering what Lily usually tasted like when she didn’t have alcohol on her breath. He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him as his hands ran up and down your back, soothing you into his touch. His lips were rougher than Lily’s had been, though you suspected they would be, you weren’t sure if you’d actually seen him ever apply anything to his lips aside from Lily’s.

His tongue gently pressed against the seal of your lips before pushing past it into the velvety expanse of your mouth. James let out a moan, you didn’t realize what had caused it until you felt Lily’s delicate fingers slide up from his scalp to caress your face. 

You stayed there, in their shared embrace letting James’ tongue have its way with your mouth until your lungs couldn’t take it anymore and you were forced to push away, inhaling deep gulps of air.

James barely let you catch your breath before asking his question, running his hands up and down your arms which were the only things keeping you up. 

In all honesty they were both phenomenal kissers and they were lucky to get to kiss the other every day but there was a correct answer to this question, and James wasn’t going to like it.

tagging: @randomoutsiders​

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Vampy come down for family dinner and help clean up like he wasn’t just defiling their daughter 10 minutes ago

Harry would rail the fuck out of her in her closet with one hand over her mouth and another around her throat, grunting absolute filth into her ear as she spills over him with muffled whines and sobbed pleas. He’d lick her clean, pull her panties and leggings back up her quaking thighs, and proceed to buckle his slacks casually while she props herself against the wall, trembling and panting.

He just leans forward and presses a chaste kiss between her sweaty brows, her skin sticky against his lips as he murmurs smugly. “I’m gonna go finish cleaning up the kitchen with your mum. Come back down after you’ve sorted yourself out, and don’t forget to wipe your makeup off. It’s smeared down your face.”

Y/N does as he says, wiping the watery steaks of mascara off her cheeks and fixing her wild hair, making sure to leave no evidence of their little escapade, lest Harry end up sleeping outside on the yard. When she finally gets back down to her living room (she takes the stairs extra carefully, her belly throbbing with each step), the vampire is sitting in the rocking chair next to her mother’s, swaying lightly as they chat away nonchalantly.

They’re laughing and gossiping, their hands occupied with all types of yarn and needles, and she always forgets that Harry had learned how to knit when he was younger. It’s so baffling to see him engaging innocently with her mom, his nimble fingers expertly working on a multicolored scarf as he does so, not sparing the piece the slightest glance due to how confident he is in his skills. The reason it’s especially startling is because those fingers had been inside her not even five minutes ago.

“So we were running around this lake near my house,” Harry explains candidly, clearly in the middle of telling a story from his past as his digits weave in and out amidst red and purple yarn, “and we were playing in the snow near the banks, which was our first mistake. My mother had told me that the snow around the shores tended to be really slushy, so if we weren’t careful, we’d end up slipping really easily. We didn’t listen, of course— what ten year old does? We were playing tag with the neighbors, and as I was chasing after Gemma, I accidentally shoved her a bit too hard and she slipped and fell right into a pile of muddy snow. Completely stained everything she was wearing.”

Her mom releases a disappointed hiss, giving him a sympathetic glance over the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “Poor thing.”

Harry nods in agreement, looping yarn over his needles as he extends the scarf over his lap for more space, continuing his labor. “My mum grounded me for a week, and I spent that entire time learning to knit so I could remake Gemma’s mittens, since I was the one that ruined them. It was a fair punishment, honestly, and I ended up liking it more than I thought. Plus, the mittens I made were way better than the original pair. You just can’t buy this type of talent anywhere.”

The older woman laughs boisterously at his self-absorbed joke, which results in Harry smiling to himself proudly, giggling along.

Y/N clears her throat softly, leaning against the archway that leads into the room and crossing her arms over her chest in a relaxed manner, quirking an eyebrow at both of them as she makes her presence known. “Having fun?”

Harry glimpses over at her, his eyes raking down her body to where she’s clasping her thighs tightly, irises gleaming with knowing condescension. “Loads.”

“Harry was just telling me about when he learned to knit!” Y/N’s mother chirps, sending a warm smile towards the boy sitting across from her, unaware of the fact that he’d been defiling her daughter not too long ago. “It’s not often that you find a young man with this type of interest. He’s a keeper, sweetheart.”

“Hear that?” The immortal gloats teasingly, wagging his brows playfully as he holds up his unfinished accessory. “I’m a keeper.”

“Mm.” His girlfriend hums sarcastically, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling to avoid giving him any satisfaction. “I bet you’re just loving all this praise, aren’t you?”

Harry whistles lowly, tutting in a chastising fashion. “Someone’s jealous.”

Y/N rectifies her posture, an appalled expression cracking over her features. “Am not!”

“Are to.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.” Harry insists doggedly, looking over at the older woman for support. “Isn’t she?”

Her mom studies her for a moment, clicking her tongue scoldingly. “I think maybe you are, honey. Just a bit.”

Harry cranes his head back towards Y/N, sticking his tongue out mockingly behind the woman’s back and scrunching up his face comically, flaunting his childish point.

“Plus, Harry was sweet enough to make you that scarf he’s working on. You should be more grateful.”

Harry softens his eyes dramatically, sugaring his voice into a honeyed drawl that only she can read through. “Yeah, Y/N. I’m going out of my way to make you this nice gift, and that’s the thanks I get?”

“Dickhead.” The girl grumbles pettily, shifting on her feet as she glowers at him.

Her mother glares at her accusingly. “Language! I taught you better than that!”

“Mm. You should be more careful with what you say; words hurt more than you know.” Harry tacks on with a snide grin, shrugging his brows daringly as he slips an innuendo into his next line. “Mouthing off like that could get you into a whole lot of trouble.”

The pit of her tummy throbs at his curtained challenge, her eyes narrowing as she bites back the urge to curse him out again. “Thanks for the moral advice, Aristotle, but I’m grown enough to face the consequences of my own actions.”

Harry slowly puts down his knitting needles onto the small table beside him, picking up the scarf laying across his thighs and rolling it out in its entirety. It’s now that she realizes the item is much too thin width-wise to be scarf— it looks more like a belt, similar to the strap used to tie off a robe. The vampire flickers his gaze over to Y/N’s mom to make sure she’s not watching, and once he sees the lady is once again preoccupied with her knitting, he trains his attention back onto his partner.

He lifts the long colorful band up to his neck, tying one end around his throat loosely and wrapping the excess length around his knuckles, giving the article a symbolic tug. Y/N’s cheeks burst with heat at the crude reenactment, suddenly coming to terms with what he’s actually created under the guise of a harmless statement piece: it’s a makeshift collar.

Harry watches her avidly, a sinister smirk carving his dimples into place once he sees she’d understood his implication. He yanks the leash from around his neck swiftly before he gets caught, rolling the material back up neatly to disguise it. He cocks his head to the side conceitedly, his accent slathered with the same amount of arrogance as his gesture. “You never know, dove. Sometimes the consequences might be too much for you to handle.”

[kainscape]

Really enjoyed the Morning fic you made for Bo! If possible, can I please request one just like this for Asa or Jesse? I just could use all the possible fluff right now~ Thank you!!

A/n: I can’t tell if this one is as good as the morning fic because I kinda just had a random idea in the middle of writing it, but I really like writing for Asa so here you go!

Death do you part ~ Asa Emory

Happiness wasn’t in Asas vocabulary or main emotions. It was drained from him at such an incomprehensible age he never mentioned it to himself. No whispers of joy or happy warmth, just exultation or sinister excitement. Asa wasn’t one to ponder or to think about what lies ahead in the future besides his traps and plans of new specimen to find.

Just like how he didn’t think anything of you when you were still asleep in your shared bed he never came too. Of course it was to be expected hence his return being quite early in the morning. He would’ve guessed around 7:30 to 8:00. The university needed to be stayed at, him finalizing the place to sleep at from his exhaustion. It was the best choice not to drive home in his state, and it made it easier to more access of his work.

You must’ve guessed he wouldn’t be returning home again, which seemed to be more common in the latest month. It annoyed you to no ends, but when it came to Asa and his work force, there was almost no convincing him to take a break. So you settled on heading bed early to meet him at dawn.

The professer walked through the front door, his case full of papers to grade and fix filling it whole in his hand. He kicked the door shut behind him, hearing it settle back in place as he laid down his keys on the end table. It was quiet except the air flow of the AC from the vents.

He travelled over to kitchen table, laying down the case on its side as he slid off his jacket. The temperature from inside to outside was perfect, it was cold and gave him freeway to wear layers in his house while it was humid and unforgiven on the outside.

He signed, a hand running down his face as he tried to rub away the tired feeling that buried within him. It was something he would never try to fix, like he could even attempt to do so. He made his way to the stair case, trudging up each step with a small hold on the railing.

Asa walked down the hall with a small click of his shoes. There wasn’t many creaks in the floor besides the two by the guest room and bathroom, so he wasn’t concerned about waking you.

Even if he did make a loud sound, it seemed there would be no one to wake from the empty bed that laid within the room. He kept his weak grip on the door handle, eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room. It was dark besides the slight shine from the curtains, and the door to the bathroom was wide open and collecting darkness. Where the hell were you?

His hand slipped from the metal knob, his steps slow as he fully entered the room. He couldn’t have missed you on the second floor, you could be quiet at times but not that quiet. He analyzed your personal items, taking count to see if there were any gone. You were the only person to ever gain Asas full trust, he thought you realized the great importance of just that as he formed conclusions.

He didn’t even want to move from the room, his mind blank as the scenery before him was bare. Maybe he did miss your presence on the first floor, the realization that he was so tired coming into mind. With first ever hesitance, he headed for the stairs, slowly making his way to the living room and kitchen. It’s like he was almost begging you to be down there, wanting you to be curled up on the couch almost half asleep or in the kitchen one your phone at the table.

But you weren’t. Still reaching for that unacceptable feeling that you left him, he traveled to the bathrooms, the pantry, the closet. He ripped open the doors, unhinged more than he’s ever felt. He was desperate to see you, even if it was in the fucking basement. His breath picked up the pace, somewhere in between fast walking down the hallways.

He returned to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. He was sure that you were here, you were just hiding from him. He ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes with a deep sigh. He pushed down the nagging feeling pulling at his heart, instead focusing on the primal feeling of hunting you down.

He’d rather not feel hurt like this compared to other emotions. The light from the window above the sink showered him, his eyes traveling with the few dust particles in the air. That was until he was forced to focus on the figure in his backyard. He walked up the counter, his hips leaning against it as he squinted his eyes to see closer.

It was you, sticking your hand through a metal wire fence to pet a dog. You were on your knees, resting back on your heels as you smiled. The clothes you must’ve slept in last night were still on, gathering water on the fabrics knees. He couldn’t stop staring, his hands resting on the edge.

You could say it was relief, but he didn’t care as he exited through the back porch door he never used. The sound of the door shutting closed caught your attention as you looked over your shoulder. Asa headed toward you with determination, you calmly petting the dog once more as you rise to your feet.

It was tension that stretched between you two, his hand cradling the back of your head as he observed you. You raised your eyebrows with a smile, happy for him to be this close at such early mornings. You had been sitting on the back porch, taking in the scenery of his beautiful back yard before a simple dog showed up, practically begging you to pet him.

You most likely didn’t hear the car pull up, the modern vehicle quiet. But, here Asa was. Quiet besides the quickened breaths and intensely loud stare. Your hands tested the water, running up his forearm and bicep while the other reached around his waist. It was quite odd, no words spoken from him, actions far from the collector in this moment.

You weren’t complaing, finally deciding to pull him closer. He obliged, pushing you into his chest as he looked across to the dog that resided in the same place. He could almost say he was pissed at this dog for taking away his companion like that. But he insisted on holding you, his chin gently resting on your head.

He couldn’t say what possessed him to hold you in such a random place at an early morning of the day, but he liked it. You hadn’t left him, you didn’t break that trust he never let free. Instead you were simply out of sight, subconsciously hiding from him like he had told himself.

You guys had returned inside the house, you explaining why you were out there as he sat at the kitchen table, cracking open his case to destroy his chance of sleep once more. He would usually travel to his work room, not to be bothered by you or anyone. He wanted to keep you in sight for the time being, wanting his senses to interact with you in anyway.

As he listened to your plans that would probably change throughout the day, he relaxed his face and body, looking up to you. You were rambling as usual, one thing that he grew to seek out when you would converse with him. Maybe it was a smile forming, maybe it was just his lips resting. But either way, he was satisfied for the time being.

Asa hated to admit it, but he actually cared for you, absentmindedly searching for you in simple things. Like how a certain color on an item would remind him of you entirely. It just goes in depth to how.. attached? Connected? He was to your relationship. It made him feel better about himself honestly, the way you loved him unconditionally even after everything you’ve seen him do.

It was the way his first thoughts were to look for you, rather than hunt you down which came later. It showed him how important you were, that you weren’t another common specimen. As he scribbled on the papers, he realized that even if you had left, he would find you. You were his. Thinking that made him, what you could say, happy. It would be like that until death do you part.

[wwilloww]

the bodyguard | ksj

pairing: bodyguard!jin x reader

genre: smut, fluff

rating: explicit

wc: 5k

summary: As your bodyguard, keeping you safe from the world comes with rules for Kim Seokjin. But you’re used to getting what you want, and you want him. 

warnings: nudity. pining. makeout. YN always gets what they want. no pronouns used to address reader. public sex. exhibitionism.  unprotected sex (pls be smarter than these fictional characters). creampie. fingering. oral sex. multiple orgasms. fluff. oh my god so much fluff.

AN: The first part of this fic was written entirely wined up with the INTENTION OF IT BEING A DRABBLE. The second part of this fic was written with the intention of showing all the love to Jin, but then came the idea of smut and bam here we are. 1 million thank yous to @jin-fizz​, who beta’d this at the very last moment and helped me rearrange some things. SMOOCHES to you, you lovely!

The Bodyguard

“Help! Someone, please, Help!”

The cry rings through the rooms, splitting through walls, through the heavy wooden doors of the almost-empty city manor. 

Jin’s footsteps echo from what sound like too far away, climbing the stairs, sprinting down the creaking wooden boards. He bursts through the door to find you, crouched and hunched over your leg on the floor.

“What! What’s wrong?” he almost yells.

His gaze flicks around the room, taking in every detail possible. The unmade bed, the open perfume bottle on your vanity, the doors open to the balcony, curtains fluttering in the late-night breeze.

“My leg!”

In a split second the man your father has hired to be your bodyguard is on his hands and knees next to you, large hands reaching for your palm, gripping it tight.

She had shown you exactly how to do it. Mixing the expression of pain and beauty so expertly on your face. Your mother, despite all the awards and golden trophies she had won for her Hollywood success, had always been the best kind of actress at home.

His eyes light with the slightest amount of relief as he scans your face.

Alright. She’s alright.

“Where?”

Before you can even say anything, he’s gripping your ankles, pulling you to him, looking for any sign of injury.

“Higher.” You lace the pain so particularly into your voice.

His deft fingers kneed into the flesh of your calf, searching for the cause of your cries.

“I don’t see-”

“Higher,” you insist.

His fingers trace so delicately, so carefully, over your knee, pressing into your thigh, higher, higher, until he’s brushing back the silken fabric of your nightgown.

And then, breath drawn so quickly through his nose, fingers digging into you, holding you tight.

“Oops,” you breath. “I must have completely forgotten.”

“To put panties on?”

“Mhmm. Exactly.”

With a quick movement, he’s wrapped both of his hands around your calves and tugs you forward to him.

“You’re a liar,” he drones, your legs nearly wrapped around his waist.

“I am.”

“And a cheat.”

“Of course.” You grin. “You know more than anyone that I don’t like to play these kinds of games by other people’s rules. And I know that you love it.”

He doesn’t respond. Just closes his eyes, takes a long controlled breath. When he exhales it brushes so teasingly across your face.

“I might be a liar, but I know you’re not.” You reach for his cheek, and you think you see his eyelids flutter at the touch. His hands are still wrapped around your leg, the warmth of his palms seeping through into you. “So tell me you haven’t been thinking about this,” you whisper.  

He growls softly, his eyes flashing bright and conscious towards you.

“You know I can’t.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me?” You draw on your prettiest of pouts.

“I can’t.”

You just blink back at him, letting your eyelashes brush against the warming rise of your cheeks.

“That’s not a no.”

“Your father would kill me.”

“Father’s not home.”

“He’ll be back by morning. And he’ll take pleasure in killing me if he were to know,” Jin asserts, running a hand through the falling wave of his sky-dark hair.  

“You’re avoiding the question. Why do you always avoid my questions?” You push yourself closer to him, coming to wrap your hands around his neck and tug on the fresh pressed angle of his white dress shirt collar. He looks away from you.

“Because you always ask all the wrong questions.”

“I do not. In fact, I’d argue I’m asking all the right ones.” You glance up at him. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. Desire. Mixed with restraint. You know which one he’ll let win out over the other, and within a second he’s proving you right.

“I should go.”

He begins to pull away from you.

“You should stay.” You push yourself forward, wrapping your legs around his torso and slinging your arms around his neck. Impulsively, his hands press against your lower back, supporting you. So when he stands, you’re face to face. He blinks, taking a second to realize your position.

“Stay. Please,” you whisper.

He continues to stare at you, eyes tracing the shadow of your brow, the press of your lips, the mound of your warm cheeks. Your confidence crumbles in his silence.

“At least tell me you want this. Tell me I’m not making it up. Tell me I’m not alone in this.”

Finally, his eyes flick up to yours. It’s there. The answer. But he remains silent, his breath moving through his chest, and then through you. The stillness of the moment — being held by the man you can’t get out of your mind — mixed with the bitter taste of a lingering question. You can’t. You can’t hold it all, not in one body: the tenderness of his being and the acrid promise of his rejection.

And so you release your arms from around his neck. Unhook your legs. When your body drops softly to the floor he lets you go.

“It’s okay,” you say. “If you want to go, you can go.”

Without looking at him, you pad silently to the cracked open french doors. With a light push, they swing open before you and the crisp of the night air ruffles through your hair and the thin fabric of the night gown you’re wearing.

Silly. Silly. Silly.

You squeeze your eyes shut, letting the breeze swirl around you and prickle with ice against your skin. If only you might lose yourself in it. If you could lift yourself up off the stone balcony to fly through the city streets, feeling nothing but the brush of strangers against you.

Had you mistaken it all? The lingering gazes. The tightened grip on your waist when your father introduced you to potential suitors — all of whom you’d quickly turned away in front of Jin, by the way. Did you misread the way that his gaze had begun to latch onto you to trace not just your safety, but your sense of being in a way that surpassed his usual loyalty? And most important to you, the way he’d begun smiling around you for the first time. Letting cracks show in his usually pristine professional behavior.

You wait for the sound of the doors to your bedroom slamming shut and Jin leaving, but you must be so lost in yourself that the sound never comes. It’s just the wind, howling. The beating of your heart in your chest. The bite of something that tastes like regret nibbling at your throat.

“How could you think I didn’t want you?” It’s so soft you can barely hear it. But you do.

Spin back towards the room.

Jin stands between the doors, his broad frame flickering gold in the soft light behind him. His face is shadowed in blue  as he faces out into the night, out towards you, but his eyes shine with a warm light.

“How dare you?” he says softly with a smile playing against his lips. He steps towards you. Before the smile can fully take position on your lips, he’s so close to you you can feel the warmth of his large body radiating out towards you. “How dare you think I don’t want you.” A long pause. And then, as softly as if the words might break him: “You’re all I can think about.” Tentatively, he reaches out towards you.

And then he stops, just as his hand is about to touch your burning cheek.

You do the rest, stepping back into your usual tradition of goading him on. With a soft movement, you reach for him, interlacing your fingers with his and letting his touch fall across your face. You sigh into it. His thumb strokes slowly over your cheek bone.

“How dare I?” you say. “How dare you make me wait this long.”

He just smiles back, his dark eyes reflecting the streetlights back to you.

“Will you let me kiss you, now? Finally?”

“Finally, yes,” he says.

You reach up, pressing your fingers to the back of his neck where his hair has grown long in the past months, tangling your fingers into them before his lips have even reached yours.

None of your other first kisses have been like this. Sure, you’ve kissed other people. Other men. But you’ve never kissed Kim Seokjin before.

Your lips meet like wings brushing against each other: soft and fluttering, finding a path through the air with ten thousand questions etched into each feather. He wraps one of his long arms around your back, spreading his fingers wide and pressing you lightly into his chest, all the while his opposite hand brushes so lightly and tenderly against your cheek, guiding you ever closer, ever deeper into his affections.

“You,” he whispers against your lips, “are an absolute gift.”

“I don’t know how you did it,” you whisper back.

“What?”

“Resisted me for so long.” He snorts against you and you can’t help but giggle. “I swear to god I’ve been trying for so long to let you know how I’ve felt,” you explain, leaning your forehead against his.

“I’m a dumbass, baby.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Please,” you look up at him. “Kiss me again.”

For a split second he hesitates.

“What?” you ask. The silence that opens between you two opens up something else inside of you.

“If…” He wets his lips. “If I kiss you again, I won’t want to let go.”

“Then don’t.”

The smile that spreads across his pretty face is wide and splitting, but it is only a half second before he is recapturing you in his hold, pushing you back against the stone railing of the balcony as his lips meet yours a second time.

Whereas his first kiss was like a ring of petals opening slowly to the dawning sun, this kiss is midday heat. It is searing, pressing through you like a flash, lighting every nerve within you on fire. It is red and pink and all the warm colors on the spectrum of life. It burns you tender with its quickness, but all you want is more.

As if he is feeling exactly as you, his kiss quickens. He bites your lower lip and greedily swallows the moan that slips out of your mouth. When you tangle your fingers in his long hair, he hisses back at you and you can feel the curl of his smile against you.

“You like that,” you note quietly when he moves to nip at the cut of your jaw.

“I like you.”

With a graceful move, Jin twirls you around, slamming your back against the open door, effectively slamming it shut and leaving you in privacy on the balcony. Your breath rushes out of your lungs in a gasp.

“Jin?”

“Darling?”

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to get as close to you as possible.”

“Then, goddamnit, get closer.”

He grins, takes your begging, and runs with it.

With the kind of grace and speed you were so used to seeing abound in him while he was working, he dives for your neck, intertwining the pillowed press of his lips with sharp nibbles against the sensitive skin.

“Closer.”

He chuckles and does as you bid. With his awkward strength, he lifts you, balancing your weight on his hips as you wrap your hands around his neck for balance. An unfortunate time to remember your current situation: entirely unclothed except the thin slip you donned just at Jin was sprinting up the stairs.

He adjusts you and your bare cunt brushes against the silky smooth fabric of his dress pants. But that’s not what makes you gasp. It’s the bulge that nestles hard and hot against you as he dives back in for your neck.

One hand tangled in his thick locks, you can’t help but grind your hips down on him. The sound that spills from his lips is needy, desperate, and it reverberates straight through you.

“I want you,” you whine as his hand graces up your torso. He pulls back. Cocks his head to the side ever so slightly.

“You want me?”

“As if having me half naked and wrapped around you isn’t enough to convince you of that?”

“Isn’t that a little… fast?”

“Is waiting four years a little too fast for you?”

“Good point.”

And he’s diving back in, nipping at the already blossoming marks on your neck. Throw your head back, relishing in his every touch and the even more divine gift: his entire attention focused on you.

“Please, Jin, I don’t want to wait anymore. I mean it.”

“What do you wan—”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh.”

“Here.”

“Here?”

“Mhmm.”

“On the balcony? Where everyone can see?”

You kiss him then, taking his lower lip between your teeth and relishing in the gasp that you pull from him.

“No one will see. And if they do, then they’ll know.”

“Know what?”

“That I’m yours.”

He grins back at you. “Mine?”

“If you want me.”

“Of course I want you. Don’t you know what you do to me?”

“You could tell me about it.”

“I could, but then I’d miss out all on this.”  

Gently he lets you down, but his lips never leave yours as his hands come to meet your hips and guide you where he wants. You let one of your hands drift down from where you’ve kept them locked around his neck. Kissing him still, you pluck open the first two buttons of his dress shirt and trace your hands down the burning skin.

If you’re known for anything, you’re known for your impatience. So you don’t linger long on the smooth planes of his chest, and instead glide your hand down his torso until you reach his belt buckle. You make as if to dip underneath his pants, but at the last moment you pull away and cup the impressive bulge he’s already sporting.

“Shit,” he hisses as you trace a manicured nail around the shape of his cock. But all sound chokes in his throat as you grip his erection through the fabric of his pants and begin to stroke him. “Need you. Now.”

“Good.”

You begin to turn, to pull your nightgown up over your bottom, but he’s tugging you back towards him and spinning you around so you’re pressed to his chest.

“I want to see your face.”

It’s hasty work, him pulling himself out of his pants, wrapping his veiny hand around his throbbing cock and notching the head of it against your dripping folds. But you’re no more patient, hopping up so you’re seated precariously on the balcony railing and kissing at his neck steadily and reaching down to part your lips just for him.

He only teases you for a moment, stepping between your legs and dragging the head of his cock against your clit. He wraps one hand around your waist, securing you tightly to him.

“Please,” you breathe against his chest and he pushes into you in one swift thrust. The sensation of him filling you is everything. It clouds your vision. It resets your senses till all you can think of, can feel is this man’s existence, beating so close to yours.

“Fuck—” he hisses as his cock settles inside you, as you adjust around his thick girth.

“You’re so—” you pant against him.

“Is it too much?”

“Big. Just give me a moment.”

He does, reaching to cup the back of your neck and press a kiss to your forehead. It’s almost too intimate, the way he holds you so softly, so tenderly, all while his cock throbs within you. It’s in that moment that the discomfort of the stretch shifts to pleasure. Warmth, spreading from your abdomen outwards. You relax in his hold, hands falling from his neck to the strong muscles of his arms.

“Please,” you murmur. “Need you.”

His hips rut against yours as if he’s never had anything as good as you before.

“Want you to feel good,” he tells you. “Tell me—”

“Just need you—closer.”

You weren’t sure that he could get closer but it’s what your body craves and it’s what he serves. He wraps his arms around you, hands spreading wide and pressing you impossibly close. In the moment, you wish you two were bare as your bodies move against each other as if they’d known the shared rhythm all along.

He fucks you like that, like you’re suspended in air. The warmth of his body keeps you grounded as the height that hangs behind you reels through you, adding a giddy, heady feeling to it all. Or maybe the giddiness comes from the way you relish in the quick pants and desperate grunts that fall from his lips and to your shoulder. Or the way he gasps your name like a monk’s chant into your ear, the sound of it like nothing you’ve ever heard before. You don’t want to hear it any other way either.

When he comes, spilling deep inside you, it’s your name on his lips. When you come, it’s his name splitting through the silent sky.

Jin holds you there, pressed still against his chest for a long moment as you both catch your breath. It’s only when he feels the slight shiver of your body that he pulls back.

“You’re cold?” You nod. “Let’s get you inside.”

He helps you down carefully from the balcony banister before tucking himself away and grabbing your hands in one of his large ones.

“Come, I’ll take care of you.”

You can’t help but let the joy show on your face as he leads you forward.

He reaches behind him, opening the balcony doors. The light curtains wash out into the room with the cold air, brushing around Jin like some kind of ethereal welcome.

Welcome back to my world, you think. But the thought of reality, of the conversations, the negotiations, the reality that will await you in the morning slips out of your mind as Jin twirls you into his arms and suddenly your whole world is warm again. Suddenly your world is Jin again.

He peppers your whole face with kisses as he walks you backwards, loud smooching sounds echoing through the large room coupled with your giggles that turn into full blown laughter.

“Hey hey hey!” you chide, grabbing onto the loose collar that now teases the delicious arch of his collar bones and neck. “You can’t do that!”

“What!” he snaps between kisses. “I can’t kiss you!”

“Not if you’re going to be that ridiculous!”

At that moment you feel the soft edge of the bed hit the back of your knees and you are tumbling backwards, eyes widening with shock. At the last second he’s reaching behind you, catching you and lowering you slowly to the soft mattress. You reach for him, but he kneels at the edge of the bed, just far enough that your grabbing hands only find empty air.

“So then tell me, if I can’t drown you in kisses, can I at least do this?” His hand teases the hem of your slip, tracing circles on your upper thigh. The touch is simple, but it raises goosebumps all over your body. He slaps away your reaching hands.

“Or this?” His fingers dip beneath the fabric, tracing up your thigh to dance around your hip. “What about this?” He pulls the fabric all the way up to your waist. With the quickness of a fox, he’s bending down and licking one long line up the slick folds of your cunt.

“Fuck!”

His tongue swirls around your clit, still bathing in soft sensitivity from your most recent orgasm. He seems to sense this as he blows lightly against your lips, forcing your back to arch into the mattress, your hand reaching out instinctively to tangle in his hair.

“Okay, okay, I get it!”

“What, you act like it’s some kind of punishment.”

“It is, when it means you’re not up here, fucking me.” He blinks, still not quite used to your explicit language. “And anyways,” you pant, “doesn’t this kind of foreplay usually come before the mindblowing sex?”

“And who’s rules are you playing by now?”

You grin, giddy at the cleverness of your own words turned back on you.

“No one’s.” You push up to your elbows, taking in the beautiful man above you. “But if I’m making the rules, then I need you inside me, now.”

“Patience, darling,” Jin smiles, sitting up.

“No,” you say, reaching for him. “I will not be patient. Not for you, anyways.”

“No?”

“No.” You’re moving to unbutton his shirt, and he lets you, but doesn’t do much else to help you along. “Off, off, off,” you grumble, tugging on the collar of his now wrinkled shirt, but he stands there like a limp fish. You sigh, sitting back on your heels. “Please?”

Jin throws his head back and laughs that full-belly laugh. “Will I ever be able to say no to you? To this?”

“No,” you smile. “You won’t. And I won’t have it any other way.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to your lips, one that lingers long and sweet. Sweet enough that when he pulls back, you miss the taste of him. But he’s doing as you’ve asked and quickly tugs his shirt over his head and drops his pants to the floor.

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen something as beautiful.

Jin had always had the power to command a room with his large but quiet presence, but seeing him like this, bare and breathing hard for you is something entirely different. There is both something soft and sweet about the tenderness of him, and something sharp about the desire he lets swirl through his body. You want it all.

“Your turn?” he asks softly, reaching for the slip that pools around your hips. “I want to see you.”

You nod and he pulls the light fabric up over your head with an unspoken gentleness.

“Look at you,” he breathes, but his gaze doesn’t linger long on your body. Instead, it’s latched onto your gaze, watching for every thought that will flicker across your expression.

“Come here.” You open your arms wide and he is tumbling into your embrace, pushing you back into the bed. You’re both giggling in the sensation of falling, giggling at each other's laughter, giggling because, really, what else is there to do when you’re finally wrapped up in the person you adore?

And then you take a breath. Let the silence of the room, the old, ticking clock in the hallway, the sweeping sounds off the streets filter through both of you. For a moment both of you become everything around you. For a moment, both of you are only the sensation of looking at another and wondering.

It doesn’t last.

It’s too difficult to resist reaching up for him, pressing your fingers lightly against the arc of his neck and drawing his lips back to where they belong: against yours. You’re not sure how, but each time he kisses you it’s a whole new world. This time, it’s spring. Ice melting against the promise of warmth. He melts against your touch and you wrap your legs around his waist.

He pushes into you without resistance. This time, your body welcomes him with ease, wrapping warmly around his throbbing length. He reaches so far into you.

When he begins to move, it’s too much. The spear of pleasure shoots through your abdomen and you arch your back. He stills immediately.

“Look at me,” Jin says. “I want to see your eyes when you come around my cock.”

You smile. Nip at whatever skin is accessible to you. Press yourself as close to him as you possibly can and chase the pleasure of having him, finally, in your bed.

When you grind your hips against his, he grunts and thrusts deeper.

When he lowers his weight down on you, he does it at an angle, one hand near your chest, the other one coming down on your hips. His fingers wrap around your waist and he begins to move you in time to his thrusts. It’s with even more power that he enters you now, but his pace has slowed just enough that your own orgasm dangles in front of you like he’s teasing you with sweetness.

He’s always teasing you, isn’t he.

Pleasure ripples across his face, marking his brow, dancing across his lips like a fleeting ghost. You want to memorize the way his delight radiates out into the world, want to return to it everyday like a favorite book.

He holds you like he has so many times before, but this time there’s a new edge to his gaze. Trust. He knows you’re his. Knows that the blossoming purple on your neck and the breath coming quickly from your lungs are marks of him. That even if the red blessing of dawn tears him from your bed and your arms that this moment is marked, is held, by him.

For now that will be enough.

He has you wrapped up in his arms, your gaze fluttering between pleasure and weariness.

“You’re a gift.”

You don’t know what it is about that phrasing. If it’s the way the words take shape on his pink lips, if it’s the deep sound of his voice flooding through you. If it’s the devotion swimming in his eyes. Either way, your cheeks flood with warmth and you cut back: “You said that already.”

“And I meant it both times.”

He notices your flickering gaze and the heat painting your cheeks and reaches for you, stroking his thumb against the burning flesh.

“You’re so warm.”

“I’m embarrassed,” you say softly.

“What?” He leans in. “The crown jewel of the city embarrassed? By a measly little affection?”

“You’d be surprised at the list of things you do that can bring a blush to my cheeks,” you cut back too quickly — only to realize it’s not as much of a cut as you thought it was.

“Oh?” He rolls closer. So his chest is once more pressed to yours. He lets his hand drift up to tug on a loose strand of hair that falls into your face. “Tell me more.”

“Really?”

“Give me the juicy details.”

“No!”

“Give them to me,” he grins. “I want to know exactly why the hell you’ve fallen for me, me of all people.”

“Fine — that, uh—” Suddenly you are overwhelmed with all of the moments and instances that this dear man inspired you with. Where to begin? “I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I know. You’ve made that quite clear.” He punctuates his meaning by flicking his gaze towards the discarded nightgown at the foot of the bed. “But why?”

Moment after moment flies through your brain and before you can think of censoring yourself, you’re grabbing on to the first one that sparks your attention. “That thing you do when you throw me over your shoulder and run. It’s a little excessive but I promise you it gives me plenty of time to admire your broad shoulders.”

That crinkling scrutiny in his eye glimmers again.

“It’s just my body. Hm.”

“No! No…” You correct him, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and tugging his face closer to you to make sure he is listening.

“Your kindness.”

“Sure. My job is to beat people up for you and you fell for my kindness?” You see the flash of shyness in his expression and suddenly you’re devoted to making him understand. He doesn’t see it.

“Really.”

“Really?”

“Really. You know… when you aren’t out there performing you’re actually quite riddled with kindness and… intricacies.”

He laughs. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Like… that one time you woke me up at 3am because it was our only night at the beach and you weren’t going to pass up the chance to go fishing — and refused to leave me alone just to do something you loved — and how you sat there with your little frown and waited for hours only to realize that we were in the completely wrong spot to be fishing in the first place. You love it. And you’re horrible at it. And in this stupid world where everything either has to be for perfection or for money — that’s so fucking refreshing.”

His laughter echoes through the room, bouncing off of the cold stone and landing warmly in your chest. “That-that’s it? My horrible fishing skills. What about the time-”

“At the gallery?”

“Where I literally-”

“Took a bullet-”

“To my shoulder!”

“Your prized possessions,” you wink.

“Yes, the time I saved your life. That’s not it?”

“Sure, sure,” you flap your hand. “I can find a man to take a bullet for me on any street corner, any day of the week.”

“Sure, sure!” Jin scoffs back at you, but he’s smiling. Watching the way his plump lips stretch towards his cheeks, you realize you could list the reasons you can’t let him go until the sun bridges her gaze over the horizon of city buildings — and still not be finished. And yet, you continue.

“Here’s one: The way you listen. You take things in and notice — but, no, it’s not just noticing. You process them and turn them quietly into something deep and beautiful and meaningful and it never fails to surprise me. And! And the way that sometimes when you laugh it sounds like something horribly squeaky and delightful.”

His jaw drops.

“Something squeaky!”

“Like windshield wipers… Sometimes! Only sometimes! And it’s delightful!”

His brow narrows.

“I’m going to kiss you now to shut you up before you say something even worse than that.” Your eyes widen. “If you’ll have me.”

“Yes-yes, god, I’ll have you.”

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someone i once knew : b.b - p.4

with Fury denying Bucky the chance to stay to monitor you, he and the rest of the avengers are forced to go on a mission leaving you alone. if only they new the dire consequences that decision would enforce. (2.3k)

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“Look, you’re all going, no excuses.” Fury states as he stands before the Avengers all sat around the conference table with furrowed brows.

Bucky sighs to himself, thinking about you sat down in that lab alone, still unsure of what is even happening like everyone else.

“But Sir,” Steve speaks up, all eyes turn to him as Fury raises a brow as to whom is questioning him. “Y/n isn’t just someone, she needs protecting.” He reasons, but Fury exhales deeply.

“Mr Rogers, let me make this clear,” Fury steps forward. “I don’t give a damn.”

“You should.” Bucky mutters under his breath as his arms remain crossed over his chest, barely able to stop his leg from bouncing up and down.

“What was that, Sargent?” Fury quips.

Lifting his head, Bucky coldly stares at Fury, ignoring Steve’s silent pleas for him to back down. “You should care who she is, as she matters to me.” Bucky bluntly states.

“As I said, Sargent, I don’t give a damn.” Fury reiterates his point. “Stark hired her, she went through every background check there is. She’s perfectly fine here, do I make myself clear?”

No one dares to speak up as Fury turns his attention to Maria Hill standing beside him.

“Get the jet ready, they can finish briefing on the way.” Fury tells Hill.

Maria nods as she places her earpiece back on. “Yes, Sir.” She walks out of the room and Fury follows.

“We can talk more about this situation when you return.” Fury comments before exiting the room, leaving the team sat in tense silence as the thought of you lingers on all their minds.

“So that’s it?” Sam asks as Tony rises to his feet, not daring to look up at Bucky or Steve.

“You heard Fury, we’ve got a job to do.” Tony explains, knowing there’s no use trying to argue any further. “Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.”

*

Sitting in the lab, you wish someone was around to keep you company. The last time you had any form of communication was with Bruce before he left last night for a mission with the rest of the team.

All you can hear were his lasting words of advice; "Don't leave this room."

You were bored out of your mind, stuck in the confined space surrounded by cameras and monitors as you remain hooked up to various machines; yet no one will explain what they all do or what is exactly happening to you.

“Hey, FRIDAY?” You call out, desperate for something to do as you lean against the glass wall, flexing your feet.

“Yes, Ms Y/l/n, how can I help?” FRIDAY asks and you exhale deeply, what can an AI do to provide any assistance whilst her creator is keeping you trapped in a lab?

“Any chance Tony mentioned my dinner plans?” You chuckle, having all the facilities beside a kitchen at your disposal.

“I’ll arrange for dinner to be provided by an Agent, Ms Y/l/n.” FRIDAY responds, and you nod to yourself, sliding down against the glass as you lie flat on your back.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You mutter. “God, I’ve truly lost it, talking to an AI for company.” You groan, covering your eyes.

It has been a few days since you had a ‘memory’ or a snippet of one. It’s as if your brain has gone dormant the moment someone finally was willing to listen and provide help.

Yet, your mind always ends up wandering back to the ever-present thought of Bucky Barnes. You’ll never forget the way he screamed your name before he was forced to the ground, thrown out of sight from your point of view. There was something about him, the way he looked at you with so much pain lingering in his eyes, even when you first met him.

“Come on, seriously where are we going?” You giggle, following behind James as his hand remains in yours, guiding you out from the bar filled with soldiers.

Glancing over his shoulder, Bucky smirks at his best girl, still amazed that you’ve stuck with him through all this. “Somewhere special.” He tells you, quickly turning to kiss you sweetly before carrying on.

After walking for around ten minutes, Bucky guides you toward the old hall you used to go to during dances.

“This is somewhere special, huh?” You joke, resting your hands on your hips as Bucky fiddles with the lock, tearing it off with ease much to your surprise.

Releasing the chains, Bucky pulls the door open and motions for you to walk inside. Without hesitation, you quickly slip in as Bucky follows behind.

Your footsteps echo in the empty space, having barely been used for months since the war worsened. There are still banners from the last dance you attended with Bucky, dust lining the stage and the various blown out bulbs.

Bucky hovers near the entrance of the dim hall as the moonlight shines through the broken roof, illuminating your figure as you look around. He tries to ignore the screams that ring through his mind, the horror he witnessed mere weeks ago.

“James?” Your voice brings him back to reality as your hand cups his cheek. “It’s okay, you’re right here, with me.” You softly remind him, having experienced countless nights of cries and screams of terror leaving his lips as he flails around, wishing for it to all end.

Leaning his head against your hand, tears form in Bucky’s eyes as you move closer, wrapping your arms around him and hold him close.

“It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his shoulders rising and falling. “It’s over, James, you’re safe.” You remind him, but his sobs subside as he lifts his head, resting his hands around your waist.

“Doll, there’s something I’ve gotta tell you,” Bucky admits, knowing it’s going to be more painful to tell you he’s leaving again.  “I, Steve’s got a plan, one final mission.”  Looking up, Bucky can see you trying to remain composed as you bite your lower lip. “And then we’re done, it’s over and I’m all yours, forever.”

“That’s it?” You breathe out. "One final mission?"

Nodding in response, Bucky guides you toward the moonlit spot in the middle of the hall. “That’s it, and then I’ll be here, by your side until you get sick of me.” He jokes, and your gentle laugh fills his ears.

“Won’t take long, but I’ll put up with it if it means you’re here, with me.” You tell him before tearing your eyes from his as you look up at the birds perching on the rails above you, cooing back and forth.

Bucky admires your smile, the sincere look across your face and he knows it’s now or never.

“Y/n?” Bucky asks, and you hum in response as you lower your face, your eyes practically sparkling brighter than the stars. “Do you remember the last time we were here?”

You smile at the memory. “Of course, we danced until everyone else had left.” You remember it vividly, dancing in the silence of the hall together before Bucky walked you home and slept by your side until the sun rose. His lips lingered over your skin as the sunlight beamed through your curtains, burning his eyes with the reminder he can’t stay.

“There was something I never got to say that night, and throughout everything I, I went through,” Bucky trails off.

“Hey, I’m right here,” You softly mutter, gravitating him back to the present.

“I, I always thought of you, my darling Y/n who has been there through thick and thin. I’m in awe of you, I think I always have, ever since we first met. Your defiance for both Steve and I is unmatched, and you’ve weaved a piece of yourself into me and I don’t want it to ever disappear.” Bucky explains, glancing up to see tears forming in your eyes.

“What’re you saying, James?” Your voice cracks as tears begin to fall down your cheeks whilst Bucky lowers himself down onto one knee before you.

“I’m asking if you, Y/n Y/l/n will do me the honour of being my wife, my doll and best friend forever.” Bucky can feel himself going as you bend down, level with him as a watery laugh leaves your lips.

“Yes,” You respond, looking at the beautiful ring that you recognise from his Grandmother. “you and me, James, forever.”

Gasping for breath, you sit upright clutching your chest.

“FRIDAY?” You yell, but there is no immediate response.

Uneasily you stand up as your body shakes, the memory replaying on your mind as the soldiers face is becoming clearer, his name ghosting your lips, but still refuses to leave them.

Looking across to the monitors, you notice they’re all down. Nothing is operating.

With uncertainty, you remove the various wires and pads covering your skin before stepping toward the glass door and pull it open with ease. “Strange.” You mutter under your breath as you walk out, half expecting a series of alarms to blare, but silence follows as you reach the elevator.

As you press the button for the elevator, you watch as it rises from the ground floor. Yet, the closer it gets the sound of voices near.

“FRIDAY, who else is in the compound?” You call out, now backing away from the elevator as it’s two floors away from you.

Silence ensues yet again, and now your heart rate increases as the elevator pings.

Backing away as the metal doors slide open, you rush back into the lab and hide beneath one of the many desks as a series of men yell orders to one another.

“FRIDAY, please,” You whisper to the AI who remains unresponsive as you close your eyes, wishing to remain unnoticed. “emergency protocol seven.” You add as the glass door shatters open, followed by several footsteps crunching across the broken glass.

Lowering your hands from your face, you can see three pairs of feet from where you’re hiding, weapons hanging in their grip.

“Get anything you can whilst the systems are down.” One man instructs, and you can feel your heart sinking further into your chest; you’re on your own, truly, defenceless.

“How long do you think we have?” Another speaks up, his Russian accent thick as the previous man sighs in annoyance.

“Twenty minutes at the most, now don’t waste time.” He spits before turning around nearing the entrance but pauses.

His feet crunch into the glass as he slowly walks back to the other men.

“Do you hear that?” He asks, holding his hand up to his ear as the two men look at him cluelessly.

“Hear what?” The Russian dares to question whilst you bury your body further into your hiding spot, covering your nose and mouth with your hands to suppress your unsteady breaths.

“The elevator stopped here before we planned which floor to go to, so, who called it here?” Your eyes widen in fear as footsteps approach the desk you’re hiding beneath. “Neither of you notice these tubes and wires connected to the monitors?” The man scoffs.

Within a split second, the desk is flipped over, revealing you curled up to the three men with twisted smiles across their faces.

“Hello, Miss.” The leader bends down and kneels in front of you, he extends his arm, revealing a tattoo across his forearm which you recognise from the many files you’ve read. “You and I are going to have a little game, and I can assure you, it’s going to be fun.”

*

Boarding the quinjet alongside Sam, Bucky wipes his lip, ignoring the throbbing sensation as fresh blood lines his fingertips.

“I told you, we’d be in and out.” Tony comments as the jet door closes behind him as he remains almost unscathed, unlike Steve and Bucky who are slightly worse for wear.

“You didn’t have to go off course like that, Tony.” Steve sighs, sporting a black eye as he takes his seat beside Natasha who wraps her wrist up with Bruce’s help.

Shrugging his shoulders, Tony picks up his phone. “Yeah, well, it’s done now and we can carry on with our little mystery back at the compound.” He mutters, briefly looking to Bucky whose thoughts have remained consumed by you ever since he left. “Hey, can we leave right now? We have to get back to the compound!” Tony rushes toward the pilot with a level of urgency in his tone.

“Tony, what’s going on?” Detecting the change immediately, Steve rises to his feet as he walks toward Tony.

Glancing over his shoulder, Tony can see Bucky still staring at him. “Protocol Seven was activated.” Tony explains in a hushed tone, but he should know better considering there were two super soldiers on board.

“What’s protocol seven?” Bucky speaks up, noticing Natasha tense beside Bruce. “What is it?” He repeats, trying to suppress his panic as Steve clenches his jaw.

“How long do you think we have?” Steve asks.

Rubbing his face, Tony sighs. “Maybe forty minutes, FRIDAY will lock the building, but with the systems hijacked it’ll take longer than normal.”

“Stark,” Bucky tries to remain composed as the plates in his metal arm whir, his fist clenching tightly. “what is protocol seven?”

Turning away from Steve, Tony faces Bucky with a heavy heart. “A security breach within the compound, the systems have been hijacked and FRIDAY is on back up mode.” Tony explains, but Bucky can tell he’s holding something back.

“What kind of security breach?” Bucky dares to ask, stepping closer whilst Natasha lowers her head whilst Clint remains sorrowful opposite the Black Widow.

"I'm so sorry, Barnes." Tony softly responds, looking down as FRIDAY's systems begin to reboot, the security camera's slowly reactivating.

“HYDRA, Buck.” Steve states. “HYDRA are in the compound.”  

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