#( ||. nadia shut up o o c .|| )

[unlvedyou]

🥂

[yesvaldemarharder]

NSFWs W/ The Arcana

I’ve decided it’s been a while since I’ve posted on this account so uh...yeah my bad. However, to repay that I’m making this! (You guys should send in requests because what am I supposed to write if y’all don’t send shit in? I wanna know y’all kinks dammit!)

Anyway here you guys go, I’ll be doing the mains and the courtiers.

I’m doing: D for Asra, R for Julian, G for Portia, X for Muriel, Y for Nadia, W for Vulgora, V for Volta, C for Valdemar, O for Vlastomil, S for Lucio, and M for Valerius.

P.s if any of y’all see a clean nsfw alphabet palette send it to me so I can reblog it

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Asra

Asra has a lot of dirty secrets but when he wrapped his hand around your throat one time he actually scared himself. You both had been all over each other.

His hands squeezing at you’re hips, you on your hands and knees shaking, sweating, and panting as you could feel his cock stretching the hole of your womanhood.

How it was tight his naked chest on you sweaty back as he leaned down kissing your neck moving his hands down to fist the sheets as you moved against him, gasping each time his cock would graze your g-spot. Legs shaking for release.

He pace was slow at first but giving you firm sharp thrust, his cock heavy with sperm as he panted lightly against your back.

It was becoming to much, his hot body against your own fucking you like the good girl you was. You surprised him a little when you started to wiggle and moved your hand back to grab his thigh underneath his ass which he shivered at as you pushed your hips firmer against him swooning when the meaty head of his dick slipped into your cervix.

“O-oh Asra I don’t think I can hold it!~” you would whimper before out of nowhere he’d wrap his strong hand around your throat pulling you back until he sat on his legs and you in his lap. His thrust turning brutal as his other cups your breast twisting and teasing the nipple.

You’ll cry out ‘yes!’ As drool slips down your chin and your belly visibly bulges at every hard thrust.

Your sounds are choked up, restricted and yet so inviting. You’re about to cum letting out broken cries as tears soak your cheeks falling down, his hand tightens as he’s giving that one last thrust holding you tightly before he’s cumming filling your womb expecting have you pregnant by tomorrow it seems lol! (I’m wet af thinking to this I hope you guys are happy..)

He lets out a mix of a gasp and growl before loosening his hold, you both falling forward in a sweaty heap. His arms wrapping around you hugging you as you give a breathless giggle.

“I didn’t know you liked choking~”

You’ll coo and he’ll blush a deep red hiding his face in your shoulder before huffing letting out a tired chuckle.

“I didn’t either~”

Julian

When you yank him away from the bar, mind buzzing with alcohol and horniness he yelps.

At first he thinks your angry, or maybe even ready to go home in general but after seeing the lustful look in your eyes he’s blushing. Are you really about to fuck right now? Where though?! The only place that’s hidden at the bathrooms which aren’t that trustworthy since it’s a bar.. people are always in the bathroom.

You pull him into the girls bathroom and he practically squeals, you didn’t even bother to lock the door before your own him jumping on him as you both tumble down to the floor. He’s flustered, one part of him doesn’t want to do this, him being a little protective of anyone seeing your body except him even if it’s another girl. Another part is him before rock hard in his pants.

He moans, arching off the floor as you kiss his neck sucking on the flesh until there’s a big bright hickie that the whole world can see.

He’s hard, cock twitching in his pants pressing against your belly. Fuck it, he didn’t care if someone saw. All he cared about was you choking him out as you rode his dick.

He’ll risk anything for you.

Portia

Is hella goofy after sex. You’ll be tired, her sitting up, hair drifting down her shoulders, body naked and gleaming with a light layer of sweat. This girl will literally like her lips after eating you out like some beast and say

“Oh dear, no wonder I like kitties huh?”

Sure maybe not the best joke but you aren’t sure if your surprised but the words or embarrassed so quickly you hide your blushing face from you lover as she hugs you tight letting out a loud cackle.

P.s I don’t really like Portia in that way so sorry it’s super short. I’m just writing this one time.

Muriel

His cock is a fucking monster. How could it not be?

You gagged, a heavy blush on your cheeks as you sat on your knees, eyes in his flustered face as he watching you. It hurt your mouth and it was heavy on your tongue. Your tongue licking over the large trembling veins. He was bigger than average maybe 10 inches and he was wide.

You could smell it, a nice musky or burnt wood scent filling your nostrils as you slowly lowered your head, your hand shakily gripping your hair as he lets out a low moan leaning his head back sitting on the bed as you held his hips open with your much smaller hands.

You bobbed your head, anything that obviously couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around it squeezing and jerking.

His hips might nick by accident, your eyes widening and tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. You move your other hand down, sliding it into your panties feeling the slickness, rubbing your digits over your clit making you moan around the head making him whimper.

Your fingers are in you now thrusting making a sloppy sound as your eyes drift shut. You yelp when he’s cumming, thick long spurts shooting down your throat and it rough, like someone hitting your throat but oh you love the taste. You’ll squirt on you fingers gagging a little as cum floods your mouth dripping down your chin but you find a way to swallow it which leaves him shocked.

He wanted you to spit it out but he could say he didn’t like the view..

Nadia

Nadia may not show it but she yearns for you a lot. It’s just something she can’t help especially when you both are working around others.

It’s been weeks since you and Nadia has done anything even remotely sexual, either always tired or you were too nervous to ask. It’s only when one day you both are taking a bath and your back is to her.

Maybe your speaking about how you might have saw a mermaid at the docks or maybe it’s about how foolish Julian can be even though he of course was still your friend. You rant and the water stirs, you don’t really mind it, maybe Nadia was rinsing her hair and at the thought you turn excited to ask her if she needs help.

You miss touching her but work always got in the way and you were scared of her turning you down which would never happen but it was an everlasting thought you had.

Before you can turn you’ll feel her breast on your back, hips pressed against your own. One of her arms slithers around and cups your chin making you tilt your head to look at her while the other is own your lower belly gently rubbing circles.

You feel a sudden burst of heat thanks to her touches and as you look into her eyes you see pain, love, and yearning. So much yearning. You blush deeply letting out a cute little whimper which she leans down kissing your lips.

“N-Nadi~”

“Shh shh, I know darling. Quickly now.”

She order letting you go and quickly you swim over to the edge and slip out of the water sitting on the edge. The droplets running down your body has her following you like a predator on a prey, her long hair swaying in the water as droplets rum down her as well.

You’re not sure what she’ll do but you’ve wanted this for a while now and now that no one was watching she was going to give it to you.

Her hands are spreading your thighs cooing as she looks at your pussy. You want to say it’s just water running down the folds but both and you and her know that’s a fucking lie.

She be down there, tongue licking a slow line before her mouth engulfed you, flicking her tongue over your clit and submerging it in you hot wet cavern as if she wants to eat you...and baby, it seems like she hasn’t eaten in weeks!

If ya know what I’m saying.

Of course you do... perv.

You don’t last long, not with all the talent that she holds. It it’s too long later when your hands are in her hair pulling as you cry out her name, your cream falling out onto her tongue as she watches your every twitchy move, like a beast in the night.

When she’s stressed you better be ready to handle her when your both alone.

Lucio

Your pushing on his chest, tears soaking the pillow your head was currently, nipples rock hard, pussy spasming around his meaty cock.

His eyes are focused in on you watching you break down under him, grabbing at him crying out for him like your life depended on it, like you couldn’t live without him. A thought he liked a lot.

He had held another masquerade, people flocking all over to dance and eat his food. He grew bored however answering questions an dealing with annoying guest and so he decided to search you, his lover, out. When he had found you you had been converting without someone who absolutely didn’t mean shit to him. In a flurry he whisked you away somewhere more hidden and quiet pinning you up against the wall immediately sucking your neck and pressing between your thighs.

You had been surprised at first but give in giving a little pout. How could you resist such a snack? And then you both were in the bedroom.

Your first orgasm was lovely, each one was until you hit your fifth...now

This...This is your sixth orgasm! He’s still bucking, a savage smirk on his lips as his hips slam down once more, his cock breeding you, digging deep into your guts as you drool, cheeks a deep red.

“L-Lucio!~”

You’ll cry at his animalistic thrust to which he’ll lean down and capture one of you nipples in his heated mouth. You swoon, his tongue rolling and flicking the bud until his teeth liftly nips if.

It hurts and yet it feels so good, his gauntlet has a firm grip on the sheets next to you and his hand hand is rubbing circles on you rock hard clit, your hips shaking violently on their own. You nails dig into his chest and he loves it, red lines running all the way down his strong, white chest.

He’s sweaty, skin layered in the salty goodness, his hair swinging in his face - some strands sticking to his head. He’s letting out rabid breaths, abs curling with each hard thrust his gives.

You cry out, back arching as you cum again coloring his cock in your cream pie, squeezing him like a vice as you lay breathless, boneless, and wrecked. You can’t anymore... he hasn’t even cummed once!

And then he does and the sperm is so heavy you swear you sink into the bed a little. His hands are roughly gripping your thighs as he brings a harsh kiss down kissing your lips as he slams in deep wanting to make sure not a single drop fell out. He’s on you slowly pulling out, you can feel his tired cock leaving your wrecked pussy, he pulls your hips up over his thighs making sure the cum didn’t slip out and stain the sheets.

He’ll start to chuckle and you’ll send a look with is in between a pout and a glare. Gently he’ll kiss you purring against your body as he hugs you close.

“Sorry darling, I was excited.”

Courtiers UwU

Volta

You love hearing her sweet moans, she’ll grab your hair with her smaller hands, careful not to dig his nails into your scalp as you sitting between her trembling legs.

Her dress pulled up over her hips and panties pulled aside as you start at her clit, tongue laying flat on the heated sex before you take the clit in your mouth.

You blush hearing her loud cry, you had barely did anything and she’s already arching as though you had your fingers in her. She’s cute though and you can’t help but chuckle feeling her legs tighten around your head, hips rolling as she cry’s out again

Yeah it’s gonna be a long night

Vlastomil

He’s fucking good, at giving. He loves receiving as well but he’s a soft boy, he wants to taste your every chance he gets.

Your at his manor, in his lap, your hands cupping his cheeks as you kissing him humming each time his hands gripped your hips or pinched the skin.

You’re wet and he’s hard, your eyes closed as you run your hand through his hair, rolling your hips slowly and firmly over the bulge in his pants. His robes already off, discarded onto the floors leaving his chest naked which is surprisingly very firm, it’s lean but you can feel the muscles as he pulls you closer.

He’s blushing a deep red as your tongue licks his bottom lip, you bite the flesh pulling it playfully in your teeth. Him pushing you back onto the bed in sudden.

Your only in panties and one of his shirts that hung on you no matter your height or weight. He grips your thighs and for a second you’re a bit surprised but you can quickly see where this is going and you can’t help but smirk as he puts your legs over his shoulders.

He has two tongues and god damn does he know how to use them! When your panties are practically ripped off his kissing your thighs. It doesn’t matter if you has stretch marks or not, he’s all over you.

You watch this with lustful eyes as you takes an area close to your heat into his mouth, teasing you as he sucks and nips the flesh until there’s a dark bruise and now your biting your bottom lip reaching down to pet him. Running your hands through his hair.

The process is agonizingly slow, your core hot with need but his actions to cover you with hickies is greater than actually eating you out. Before you can whine about it he’s sinking not only one, but both his tongues into you.

Your eyes roll, lungs losing their air for a second as your hand tightened in his hair. He moans loudly causing vibrations and uncontrollably your legs twitch, jumping up at the feeling. They’re long and thick and their quick as well, pumping you with hard thrust.

Soon your sent into a frenzy, he loves your so much. You taste lovely on his tongues and he’s watching you fall apart happy he could oblige. He of course wanted you to suck his dick after which of course you would do since he’s your lover but he really did love watching you like this which explained why he did it so much.

Valerius

Drunk teasing.

Do not touch him. It’s one thing that he’s probably drunk, it’s another for you to be teasing him at the same time.

Your hands at tied behind your back, shivers running up and down you as you can hear him getting stripped, fabrics falling to the floor. You’re forced to stay in a mounting position, hips up face down. Your embarrassed, you can feel slick running down the inner of your thighs. You nipple hard and skin tingling with anticipation.

You had been messing with him to whole day, grabbing his hair, rubbing his chest, sitting in his lap, kissing his neck and what made it worse was when he warned you not to do as such and you did. It left him flustered and angry at the same time, you teasing him as if his words were just a game.

He eventually dragged you off throwing toy on your shared bed, which led to you being tied and practically having your clothes ripped off.

He’s behind you now, you can feel his body weight adding to yours making the bed sink. Your anxious and without much thought you wiggle your butt which recieves a hard slap that makes you gasp loudly sending you forward a little. There’s a sting now and he gripped the reddened flesh leaning over your back to growl into your ear.

“Slut, shaking your ass for me. Be patient.”

You whimper feeling his heat, his cock back there throbbing. You want it, you want it bad and honestly you don’t want to have a punishment! You’re so fucking wet that you need him now. So what’s the only thing you know will make him lose his cool? His daddy and breeding kink.

“D-Daddy~”

You whimper and his hand immediately stops, his gaze lifting to look at your eyes from over your shoulders. Your pleading for him to fuck your guts and with the ragged breath he let out it seemed like he was going to do it.

You let out a loud moan when his thumbs spread your pussy open, his body leaning back so he can stare at your cervix, his cock shooting out a load of precum. You nuzzle you pillows, blushing deeply as you reflexed. Your hole tightening a little before staying open. You hear him let out a groan and before you know it he’s pushing his thick head in making you bite down on the pillow you have been nuzzling.

He’s slowly at first but then he slams in, filling your cunt with his size. You jerk letting out a high pitched cry as he slams in and out watching you struggle to control your noises and movements. His hands are on you hips now watching your back with an annoyed but loving gaze nonetheless.

“H-Hard!~ Ah, cum in me d-daddy! Give me your babies!”

He’s a little surprised at first but damn does it get him riled up. His thrust sharp and firm.

He’s in you for nearly 30 minutes but you toss your head back, hips rolling as drool fell from your lips. Orgasm crashing over you like a tsunami. It leaves you shaken and whimpered before he gives a few more hard thrust before filling you to the brim with his cum.

Vulgora

Uh oh. They’re jealous of you and that twink you talk to. I reality you both are just friends but in Vulgora’s head that mother fucker wants to breed you like some sort of slut. Which is obviously THEIR job and no one else’s!

They have you pinned, your hanging off the bed a bit, your top half on the bed however your bottom half isn’t. You legs wrapped around their waist as they growl.

You already knew where this was going and you loved it. Today you had been hanging with your friend again, the smallest action had the Pontifex angry with murderous rage. Your friend had kissed your hand, simply wishing you farewell as you stood in front of Vulgora’s manor where they watched the whole scene.

There goes another body for their hit list they supposed.

They’ll walk over to you and without toss you their shoulder before running into the manor. You yelp surprised blushing a bit when they pin you. It hits you hard and you give a wide smirk as they glare.

“What, what’s so funny pet?!”

They’ll snarl and you’ll coo leaning up kissing their neck to which they shuddered. Eyes slanted and cat like.

“You’re jealous~”

They’ll bite down on your shoulder making it bleed but you love it. An arch coming from as your legs tighten around their waist. You’ll moan and they grunt before licking the wound marking you.

“Of course I am!” They yell in your face and now your panting under them like the bitch you are. You roll your hips and they pause before growling against your skin. Something in their pants wiggles and then gets hard, you feel it prodding at you between the legs.

You purr before they literally rip off you pants and fuck the shit out of you.

Valdemar

Oh boy this is my favorite! I love em so much smh.

Valdemar is sadistic and that comes into everything they do even sex with you. They can form anything much like the Pontifex but they summon multiple as well.

They’re holding your leg up with one hand, their claw digging into the flesh of your meaty thigh, their other hand holding you down by your neck as they use their leg to keep your other leg open, stopping your thighs from snapping closed while their between them.

Your letting out loud moans as they rolled their hips, nails digging into your throat choking you out. They smile a wide smile, a dark blush coloring their cheeks as the watch you with complete fascination.

You’re gripping the head board with your free hand. The tentacle in you is long, fat, and feral. The thrust are hard, teasing. You squirted a couple of times, each one leaving you shaking and teary eyed. You wanted them to stop but Valdemar wasn’t stopping not after what you said earlier.

You grinned and they lifted a brow as you came up wrapping your arms around their waist hugging their chest. Curiously your fingers ran down their chest feeling, tweaking, and caressing them. They turned away shuddering when you purred. They were too tall for you to lick their ear but standing on your tiptoes you kiss their neck where they were wrapped up.

“Sensitive today aren’t we?~”

You teased and they huffed turning in your arms cupping your cheeks with their hands. You purr and they lifted a brow.

“Are you trying to start something my little human?”

They spoke back leaning down. You pulled their mask down kissing their lips. It surprised them, their eyes wide but soon they kissed back, your hand moving up to grab one of their horns. They shudder again and maybe they tried to hold back but as you whispered against them they accepted their challenge.

Leaving you in the situation you were currently in.

Their hips snapped forward again and you cried, choking once more. Every now and then their hand would loosen letting you take in much needed air before they tighten it again. They lean down in your face giving you a hard kiss as you try to return it, you lips clashing with theirs before you sink your tongue into their mouth in a sloppy kiss. They’ll growl pulling back a little.

“What more my dear?~”

They’ll hum and before you can answer a second tentacle prods at your ass before sliding in. They watch as you toss your head back gasping, your hand that had been on the headboard moves pushing on their naked sweaty chest weakly. It’s too much and it’s so hot and you feel another orgasm coming.

“V-Valdemar!~ Val!~”

You wheeze and oh shit.. you’re cumming. You tremble, your shaking all over, cream flowing out of you. Valdemar takes mercy before giving one last sharp thrust sending a burst of sticky cum. It fills you, your belly bulging and they groan loosening their hand.

I imagine their cum is inky black and sticky or maybe slimy. If you guys want cum headcanons just ask!

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C O N T from @cxptsmarvel​​ || Nadia (X)

Scarlett remembered the moment that Nadia had walked away from their relationship, a good relationship as far as she had been concerned. But finding out that she still loved her ex and wasn’t willing to ignore that or move on from it for the sake of making things work between them had hurt. She had tried to use every little thing she had learned at university to deal with it in a healthy way, but she had simply wound up shutting off from romance for some time after that, beginning to fear that no matter who she met, there would always be someone better, greener grass on the other side so to speak. 

Rationally, she could understand the approach that Nadia had taken, that lying would have certainly been far worse - she imagined herself finding out about the other woman’s hidden feelings down the track would have hurt even more. “Did you ever get over her?” Scarlett knew it was probably an unfair question, but she couldn’t help that it escaped her lips. For all she knew, Nadia could have gone back to her ex and been happily married by now, but she had to know.

[humanmoodring-retired]

Let Sleeping Ghosts Lie || Nadia? & Remmy

Timing: Last Night

Parties: @humanmoodring & @whatsin-yourhead

Summary: Nadia falls from heaven. Luckily, Remmy’s there to save her.

It should be said that it had been a long time since Nadia robbed someone’s home. She usually stuck with pickpocketing or even conning people out of their money. If she was gonna rob a place, it was usually a bank, or maybe even a store. But here she was, two stories up in an apartment complex downtown, searching through drawers and emptying out cabinets. She was only here because the dumb fucks had left their window open when she walked by, loudly talking about their date night and how much fun it was going to be at the carnival. Well, fuck that, and fuck them for being dumb. Nadia was nothing if not athletic, though she’d lost a bit of her upper body strength during her time away.

Nadia’d stashed several pieces of jewelry, one designer purse, and a handful of antiques (including a set of photographs that she’d keep as a souvenir) in her bag by the time she heard the front door open. Her head shot up, banging loudly against the top of the bathroom cabinet, and she cursed her bad luck. Well, shit. Looked like she was going out the window as the sound of voices grew closer. She opened the window (hopefully, this experience would teach these assholes to lock their stuff) and swung her body out, expecting a ledge to land on. No such luck. As she realized she was falling two fucking floors down, Nadia allowed herself to go limp. She landed on a dumpster and rolled off, the left side of her lower body in major pain. She groaned as she attempted to sit up, checking her bag to make sure nothing inside had gotten damaged in the fall. Fuck, she could really use some of those phoenix tears at the moment.

Remmy had tried to leave the house several times that day. Every time, though, they’d get to the end of the driveway before turning back. They weren’t sure what was wrong, they’d gone out several times before, but something kept causing their chest to constrict and their legs feel like jelly. It had taken hours and by now the sun was down and they were standing at the edge of the driveway staring into the dark road. Why was this so hard? Why today? They’d felt fine yesterday. And then they’d woken up in a sweat after trying to meditate and now they couldn’t make themself go out and do something normal. They’d screwed their eyes shut and walked forward as much as they could until the fear gripped them again and they forced their eyes open, only to find themself at the end of the block. A loud THUMP! Sounded to their right and Remmy yelped, slapping their hands over their mouth at the noise they’d made.

Upon closer inspection, they saw someone laying next to a dumpster, and they looked hurt. Pretty badly. “H-hey!” Remmy called, glancing around anxiously before heading down the alley. “A-are you okay? Wh-what happened?” they asked as they approached. Normally, they wouldn’t hesitate to run up and help someone, but things had changed since they’d gotten out. Kindness was not something they’d taken lightly before, but it felt almost constricting now. “Do you need help?”

“Fell,” Nadia managed to groan out as the stranger in front of them asked what happened. Like she was gonna fucking explain that she’d been robbing someone and fell out of the motherfucking window. Not gonna happen. “S’all good.” Oh, great. She was slurring her words and not on purpose. Did she hit her head? She leaned against her left arm and, nope, that hurt. That hurt really fucking bad. “S’not all good,” she said. Fuck, she was an idiot. Why didn’t she just check to make sure there was actually a ledge before she jumped out the window? She was too fucking concerned with making her first robbery since she’d gotten her life back a good one, and not concerned enough about proper planning. Well, she couldn’t make that mistake again. She looked up to the stranger, a rather adrogynous person who looked concerned even through Nadia’s blurry eyes. She couldn’t feel them. At all. She slumped back down a bit. “My backpack alright?”

“You fell?” Remmy gaped, coming a little closer, tentatively reaching out to try and help when the woman shuddered against the dumpster. “Like…” they looked up, then back down at her, “from that window?” Exasperated, Remmy scrambled for a moment, picking up the bag that had fallen next to her and holding it out. “Seems fine, but that-- you look really hurt. You need to go to a hospital,” they said worriedly. Unless...If she’d fallen out a window and survived, she probably wasn’t all human. Remmy’s body stiffened and they felt a shiver run through them. What if she was a hunter? They set the bag next to her, pulling their arms into their sides for a moment. “Uh, unless y-you can’t. For um...some reason.” Yes, that was a good way to test the waters. This would be fine.

“From heaven, actually,” Nadia said with a pained smirk. This was a bad time for a joke, probably, but she didn’t give a shit. “Long fall. Might’ve fucked up my hip, and my leg. Probably my wrist, too.” Maybe even her ribs. She landed hard and was still too tensed up when she hit. She used her right arm when she tried to get up again. She gritted her teeth, though a pained sound still managed to work its way out, as she pulled herself to her feet. Well, foot. She couldn’t put any weight on her left leg. She leaned heavily against the dumpster. Walking to her bike was going to be a bitch, and driving home was going to be absolute hell. She should’ve packed a vial of tears with her. “No hospitals,” she managed to say. She couldn’t risk someone figuring out who she was. If they didn’t catch her as a criminal, someone would be wondering what the hell sweet little Nadia was doing in the hospital, and someone would check her over, and she’d get some fucked up detail wrong, and, “Can’t do hospitals, I’m afraid.” She grimaced, attempted to turn it into a smile. “Insurance is a bitch.” Fuck, she wished she could get a read off this person. She was getting zilch, and it sucked. She relied on empathy a little too much, apparently, and it was gonna bite her in the ass.

She was joking, so that meant it couldn't’ be too bad, right? Remmy still felt like their skin was vibrating, and she was clearly in pain, despite trying to hide the pained wheeze that came out when she stood again. “O-okay, yeah,” they said quietly, “N-no hospitals.” Insurance, right. Wasn’t that the excuse Remmy had given once before? They finally came over to her, feeling slightly more at ease the more they talked. “C-can I help you get somewhere?” they asked, holding a hand out to see if she’d take it. “Even if you can’t go to a hospital, you should at least get somewhere you can rest. I know I don’t look it, but I’m pretty strong, if you um...need help,” they offered, trying to give a reassuring smile. They stole another quick glance around before focusing back on her, worry wrought across their face.

Shouldering on her backpack, which was painful, Nadia cracked her neck, which was almost just as bad, and looked down to where she’d parked her Harley. “Thanks,” she said, a little surprised but also pleased this timid person was going along with her desire for no hospitals. Which, if she couldn’t feel them at all, they were likely the type that didn’t do hospitals, either. Ugh. The living dead. She knew her host would probably like them, like the respite from emotions that they offered, but Nadia wasn’t too crazy about them. Never had been, not since she’d died the first time around. “Bike’s over that way.” She motioned for them, but, honestly, she couldn’t fucking ride. Not like this. “’ve got medical shit at my apartment.” If she could just make it back, she’d be set. Really, she could stomach this. She didn’t think she broke anything major. She landed on her hip pretty rough, but other than that… “Might even sleep it off. Maybe. After the tears, definitely. “

Remmy flinched slightly as the woman picked up her pack. Her pain was almost palpable to them, watching her move stiffly and try and wave it off. Falling out of a building wasn’t something just anyone could glance off, but she didn’t seem to be suffering too much. Still, she was wounded and Remmy couldn’t just leave her. They looked in the direction she pointed. “Oh, um-- I...I don’t know how to drive…” they muttered, realizing how stupid that sounded out loud. They really needed to get Morgan to teach them. “What if I brought you back to my place? It’s um-- close by. I can at least patch you up, call you a-- an uber or something,” they suggested, worried that she would reject their help now, knowing that they couldn’t really actually help. Not in the way she needed. “Tears?” they asked, blinking. “Is that like...a medication?”

Despite the fact that Nadia’s empath abilities were bullshit in a situation like this, this particular member of the undead was fairly simple to read. The way they flinched and responded to her pain. It could be useful. They seemed polite and timid and a little unsure about everything, and Nadia could work with that, if she needed to. At the very least, it could get her a ticket home. There were sounds coming from the apartment above as the occupants seemed to realize that a few things were probably not quite right in their apartment, and Nadia knew that she needed to get out of there right fucking now. At the very least, she wanted to be gone before the fucking cops showed up. “That’d work. Yeah, that’d work.” If they could save her hide, she’d owe them, that was for sure. “Tears?” Huh, she didn’t even realize she’d said that out loud. “Sorta. Best shit someone like me can get a hold of.”

“Oh, okay! Cool. I mean-- not that your situation is cool, but uh-- yeah, cool. I can-- yeah,” Remmy stuttered, moving to help support the side of her that she was avoiding standing on. They moved slowly enough along the path and out of the alley way, but Remmy felt as if the woman wanted to somehow move faster than the pace they were doing, despite her injuries. Remmy didn’t want to hurt her further, though, so they kept a steady pace. “I’m um-- I’m Remmy, by the way. Figured I should uh, let you know who I am so it’s not like...some stranger taking you to their house.” Or, the house they were staying at. Lydia wasn’t home as often as usual these nights, but that was okay. They hefted the other woman up a bit. It would be faster if they could just carry her, but that seemed a little odd to offer. “Are you doing okay? How-- how did you fall there, anyway?”

“Super cool,” Nadia teased a bit, though she kept a smile on her face. Or tried to. After the stranger, Remmy, started helping her, she kind of blacked out a bit when they started moving. She had to lean on them more than she would have liked, but, fuck it, she couldn’t put weight on her leg. It hurt too much. “Nice to meet you, Remmy.” She said, though it wasn’t particularly nice at all. Maybe, if they’d met under better circumstances, things would be different. She’d probably steal their wallet, but still. Different. “‘M Nadia.” It did occur to her that she was trusting someone that was likely an undead fiend with her safety, but, damn, they just seemed so nice. “S’long as you don’t eat my brains or drink my blood or whatever, you can take me wherever the fuck you’d like.” Fuck, she felt too heavy. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” she said breezily. “But, uh, window. Thought there was a ledge. Wasn’t. Fell.”

Okay, this wasn’t going well. Nadia looked like she was about to pass out and they weren’t close to Lydia’s yet. Remmy stopped a moment, then shifted, before hoisting her up onto their back and lifting her off the ground. “Better?” they asked before continuing their pace, a little quicker now, wanting to get somewhere she could lay down and they could assess the damage properly. The collar shifted around their neck slightly and Remmy froze for a moment before shaking it off. “Shit, that’s--” bad? What were they supposed to say? Remmy ruffled their brow a little. “I’m sorry, that sounds really painful. Why were you leaning out the window? That’s dangerous.” The mention of brain eating and blood made them go quiet for a moment. So she did know about those things. They looked out of the corner of their eye back to Nadia before glazing forward again. “I won’t do any of that,” they said quietly, “I know we just met, but you can trust me.” Lydia’s house came into view finally and Remmy turned up the drive. They hoped Lydia didn’t mind a wounded girl in their room.

Even though she hated feeling weak, Remmy really was helping Nadia as she kind of slumped forward a bit. “Better,” she murmured because, yeah, it fucking was. She catalogued the device around Remmy’s neck in the back of her mind, but, having never come across anything like it, decided to save thinking about it for later. “I was climbing out of it. Big into that parkour shit. Miscalculated.” It could have been a lot worse. She could have been on a higher floor. She could have broken both of the legs in the impact. Definitely could have been worse. “Don’t sweat it,” Nadia said, leaning a bit more solidly against them. She didn’t tell them she trusted them. She didn’t trust anyone, not even her own body (especially not her own body). “Couldn’t feel you. Figured something was up.” Damn undead and their inability to be read. She hated it. Was it the lack in pulse that made them hard to read? Had to be. She could read a whole slew of supernatural creatures, but not vamps or zombies or even ghosts. She didn’t mind the last one. She knew what she’d be picking up: jealousy that she had a body and they didn’t. “You a brain or blood person?”

“Couldn’t feel me?” Remmy asked as they moved up the driveway to the front door. Nadia’s weight was negligible to them, even with their strength not up to par. “What...what do you mean?” Was it a lack of physical feeling, like Remmy? Was Nadia undead, too? But that wouldn’t make sense with how hurt she seemed to be. Remmy could’ve fallen out the window and immediately stood up without so much as a scratch. So...human-ish, still, it seemed. “I’m um-- a brain person,” they muttered, still feeling that pang of shame as they said it. When would they be able to move past that? When would it no longer hurt? They opened the front door and shimmied inside, shutting it with their foot, before heading to their room. The house was quiet tonight, and Remmy focused on the fact that Nadia needed their help instead of the illusion that the walls were closing in and the doors had bars on them. They set her down on their bed before heading off to grab the first aid kit and coming back in. “You’re not like...worried?” they asked, holding out the first aid kit. “Most people get pretty um-- squirmy when I tell them I’m a zombie.”

“Like, emotions. Couldn’t feel those,” Nadia told Remmy’s shoulder. “Know you’ve got ‘em, just can’t feel ‘em.” She wondered if the little zombie knew what an empath was. If they didn’t, she wouldn’t be surprised. Her own fucking host hadn’t known what an empath was until recently. Meanwhile, Nadia’d been kicking it with empaths since before she was one; they were so fucking nice to have around, even if they’d been wary of her. She wasn’t going to tell Remmy that she didn’t like zombies. After all, they probably couldn’t help it, and they definitely didn’t seem to revel in the fact that they were one. Instead, she laughed a bit when they came back through the door. “Got a bit of experience with dead people. You’ve just managed to keep your body, which is pretty,” rude, “cool.” She moved her left hand and rotated the wrist, hissing a bit when the movement stung a little. “‘Sides,I can’t do shit to get away. You seem nice. I’m not much of a worrier.” If Remmy was going to hurt her, then they were going to hurt her, and she’d just have to find a new body. Preferable one that she hadn’t broken up a bit.

“Emotions?” Remmy blinked. “You can feel people’s emotions?” That was...neat? Interesting? Remmy had never even thought of that being possible, but seeing people transform into bears and seals and throw fire taught them to stop questioning things. “That’s cool, too. Probably comes in handy, huh?” They backed away a little and stood awkwardly for a moment, watching her wince in pain as she tested her limbs again. Remmy winced in turn, they couldn’t help it-- they hated watching people in pain. “Well, I mean...I wasn’t trying to. Keep it. Or, um-- stay alive. It just...happened, I guess.” They finally decided to back up against the wall and slide to a sit. “I’m not gonna hurt you, though.” They never wanted to hurt someone ever again. “Maybe you should worry a tad more, then maybe you wouldn’t fall out of windows,” they tried to tease lightly, looking up at her.

“I’m what the cool kids call an empath,” Nadia said, “of the supernatural persuasion. Can’t complain. It’s useful as hell.” When it worked. When it didn’t, she had to fall back on older tricks to reading people. She was lucky Remmy was so open and easy to read. Other people of the undead variety tried a bit harder to keep their emotions hidden. Remmy didn’t seem to share that sentiment. They seemed genuinely pained at watching her pain. For a moment, she wondered if they’d been an empath in life and just hadn’t known it. Empathy pains were always a bitch. “No shame in it. I’m pretty fucking grateful you’re alive.” She glanced at where they’d left the first aid kit. She’d probably need to start binding shit so it didn’t jostle as much. “Would’ve had to crawl my ass to East End. What a bitch.” She hoped there were some pain pills in there, too. “Sometimes you’ve gotta fall out of a window or two. Happens.” She gave them a grin.

Nadia was taking this whole thing pretty well, even going so far as to share with Remmy what she was. They glanced up and saw her struggling for a moment. “Oh, here,” they said, scooting up to her and taking the binding up, “lemme help.” They weren’t the best medic, but Darius had shown them quite a bit back in the military whenever he could. “Where does it hurt most?” When they looked up at her again, they found themself staring just a little too long. Nadia was a very good looking woman, even with the scrapes and bruised limbs. Clearing their throat, Remmy looked down. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. “Well, um-- thanks. I’m glad I could be here to help you out. Though, not sure I’ll be around for the second time you fall out a window so maybe like...be a little more careful?” they said, giving a short grin, finding themself getting more and more flustered, fumbling to pull the binding apart.

“Thanks,” Nadia murmured. She laughed a bit, “Where doesn’t it hurt? I think I fucked up the entirety of the left side of my body.” She rolled her shoulders, which was probably a mistake, but she felt something pop, so that was probably a good sign. Probably. “Definitely maybe broke my foot. It’s not taking weight. Ribs might be bruised. Wrist hurts. If you’ve got pain pills, I can maybe sleep it off.” She looked at Remmy, took the way their gaze lingered a bit. She cocked her head to the side, slightly. She could work with this. “Not planning on falling out of any more windows, babe, but you’re certainly the one I’d want around.” She started struggling with her shirt a bit, intending to check out her ribs a little better. “Little help, please?” She caught their eyes and did her best not to appear overly flirtatious. This probably wasn’t the time or place, unfortunately, especially since they were pretty hot.

“Shit…” Remmy muttered, “I’m sorry. I wish I could-- I dunno...make it not hurt.” Like with some magical cure. Maybe Nell knew something to help, they could text her tomorrow and ask. Or if they could get her back to her place, whatever it was Nadia said tears were, maybe those could fix it. “Oh, yeah-- pain pills.” They turned and rummaged through their bag. Back when they’d still been stupid enough to take human medicine, the doctors had given them some high strength pain pills for the supposed aches they would get. Remmy had never needed to take them, seeing as they couldn’t feel pain. “Here. They’re the good kind.” They took out a few and held them out to Naida, then grabbed the water glass and held it to her. Fumbled it a little more, cheeks immediately flushing. “Oh, uh-- I’m-- I mean--” swallowed hard. She was taking her shirt off now. Remmy needed to focus. “Yeah. Yup. I can-- yep.” They set the stuff aside and stood, grabbing her shirt gently and tugging it up over her head. The large bruise on her left side was telling. “Shit…” Remmy muttered again. “Do you-- do you heal fast?”

“What’s a little pain?” Nadia asked, shrugging a bit. She kind of liked it, sometimes, when it wasn’t eating away at her brain and making it hard to think. Pain was grounding; it made her feel real, connected, like she was a person. After spending so long as nothing, anything felt good as long as it was something. When Remmy handed her the pills, she swallowed them dry before chasing them with the water. “Fuck,” she said, roughly. That felt nice. She hadn’t even realized she was thirsty, she’d been so caught up in making sure her stuff and her body were alright. She let them help her with her shirt. Her right hand immediately went to her side, poking at the bruise that encompassed it. It seemed like she’d gotten the bottom of her ribs and then just a bunch of bruised flesh. Maybe nothing was bleeding in there. That’d suck. “I heal at a very sad, human pace.” Unfortunately. Sometimes, she wished she’d picked a stronger body, but Nadia’s had it’s benefits. Like, for instance, making a cute zombie stutter. She gave a lazy thumbs up. “Pain pills are great, though.”

Remmy let out a short breath, setting Nadia’s shirt next to her and backing up a little bit. Nadia was prodding her side and Remmy dropped their gaze. They didn’t want to stare and have her get the wrong idea. They clasped their hands behind their back. “Oh, um, good!” they said, nodding, “that you uh-- that they’re good.” They shrugged. “I can’t really um-- feel pain anymore--” unless it was a giant, stone monster ripping them in half-- “so you can keep ‘em.” They moved a little and shuffled to sit on the end of the bed, a little ways from Naida, but not too close. The only shirtless girls they’d ever had in their bed were Julie and Luce, and this was nothing like that. They hoped Lydia wouldn’t ask questions, because they weren’t sure how to answer them. “You can uh-- if you wanna lay down you can. Does it--” they looked down at her side again, somehow curious, “does it hurt?”

“That sucks,” Nadia said, a bit more serious than she usually was. “The pain thing.” She knew how much it sucked, to not feel anything. Pain was unpleasant, but the feeling of being untethered to the world, that was much, much worse. She’d definitely think about keeping those pills, though. She’d use the phoenix tears for major problems, like this one, but pills could be helpful in smaller situations if she didn’t feel like powering through them. And this was good shit. She was already beginning to feel it. She leaned back a bit, body propped up with her right arms. She was comfortable enough, but she wanted to keep an eye on Remmy. Not that she thought they’d hurt her; she wouldn’t even half to be an empath to know that was probably the last thing on their mind. Unless they were just a fucking phenomenal actor. But no one was that good, not even her. There were no breaks, no discrepancies in Remmy’s facial expressions to give them away. They seemed utterly sincere. It was naive, really, but in a cute way. “Like a motherfucker,” she said. “Hurts, and it’s uncomfortably hot but not like the rest of me.” She gave them a flirty grin. If she wasn’t so worried about scaring them, she’d ask for a hand in cooling off. Zombie fingers had to be even better than an ice pack.

“Yeah, well, I can’t feel much of anything, so…” Remmy shrugged again, leaning forward slightly, hands pressed into their lap. “Guess it’s a win-lose there. I can like-- sort of feel. Like really intense things, though. So it’s not uh-- all bad.” It was still a hard thing to explain, seeing as it was still something Remmy didn’t understand well themself. They just knew that they could feel the pain of being torn in town and that they could also feel the soothing warmth of Luce’s hands. But Luce was-- they shook the thoughts away. Nadia seemed like she was relaxing a little more now and that made Remmy untense slightly. They didn’t know fully how to help her, but they wished they could just reach out and take it away. But they didn’t have that power. They had no power for anything, really. “Oh! I-- I can go get you an ice pack! I’ll--” they jumped up from the bed, somehow grateful for the excuse to leave. Not that they didn’t want to be here or helping Nadia, but their stomach was twisting a little. Why? They had no idea. “--I’ll go grab one.” And they scrambled out. They found a nice ice pack in the fridge and a towel, pausing for a moment to gather themself before going back in. They wrapped the ice in the towel and sat back down, holding out the pack before remembering Nadia only had one functioning arm. “Here…” they mumbled, pressing it gently to her side, trying very hard to not look at her. “B-better?”

For better or worst, Nadia knew exactly what the little zombie was talking about. Being a ghost, being dead, was all about intense emotions followed by long periods of feeling like blah. It might not be the same as a zombie’s inability to feel things physically, but it was certainly close enough. “That’s not so bad, then,” she said, though it still seemed to be, indeed, pretty fucking bad. She watched them rush out of the room and tried not to laugh too hard. It would’ve hurt, even if the pain killers were dulling everything at the moment. When they came back, she watched them fumble with what to do for a second before they placed the icepack against her side. She relaxed a bit more, allowing herself to fully lay down on the bed. Why a zombie had a bed, she didn’t really know, but she sure as hell wasn’t complaining. “Much,” she murmured. Her eyes began to close, fluttering open briefly to look at Remmy before closing again. She felt… safe might not be the right word. She’d never used it before. But she knew she wasn’t in danger, and she wasn’t worried about her host trying to take back control, so, really, this was the best she felt in a long time. “Much better.” She wasn’t falling asleep, just resting her eyes. That’s what she told herself as the painkillers kicked in.

“Yeah,” they replied, “not so bad…” Nadia seemed to be relaxing now, and Remmy let out a breath of relief. It wasn’t every day you saw someone falling out of a window, let alone two stories, let alone not immediately calling the emergency room. But in White Crest, maybe that was just something Remmy would have to get used to. They were still confused as to why she’d been jumping out a window in the first place, but it wasn’t really their place to ask, was it? Remmy had strange things they needed to do that they’d hate if people asked them about, like eating brains and regrowing limbs. So they let it lie for now, even as their eye fell on the bag Nadia had clung so desperately to. When they looked back, her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady. Remmy should’ve figured she’d pass out soon, those pills were pretty high strength. They shifted slightly to let the ice pack rest on her before picking up her bad arm gently and wrapping the binding around it to hold it steady until the morning. They moved her around to lay better on the bed, opting to not try and tussle with blankets and let her sleep as was. Scratching the back of their head, they looked around, unsure of what to do next, before deciding it was best to just let her rest. Flicked the lights off and headed out into the living room, settling in, feeling the soft warm of relief in their chest. They hadn’t felt this good about something in a long while, and though they were still worried over her injuries, knowing they’d done something to help felt...nice. Yeah, they could really get used to this.

[stvrshinc]

           °✧｡× : ( mishti rahman + female + she/her ) ─── oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s DIYA ZAHIR ! you know, the TWENTY-THREE year old harvest sprite ? they’re an ANIMAL SPRITE, by the look of them. a bunch of them were helping to welcome new residents, and i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might also work part - time as a BARTENDER, but i could have heard wrong. well, regardless of that, i’m almost certain that they ARE NOT loyal to the harvest goddess, which explains why they’re so CHARISMATIC and MAGNETIZING , but can also be a bit DUPLICITOUS and SELF-SERVING. whether they want to revive the goddess or not, if you need them i’m pretty sure you can find them at 5 POINT most often ! the iridescent sheen of scales in the light, a smoky voice undercutting the loud cacophony of a crowd, canines just sharp enough to make you uncomfortable ! ✧

i don’t know why i didn’t just apply with two characters in the beginning but whatever. we’re here now. let’s take this shit from the top !!

S T A T S

full name: diya zahir

nickname(s): cool question - i have no fucking clue

age: twenty-three

date of birth: august 28

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

hometown: roselake, maine

parent(s)/sibling(s): hasan & nadia zahir.

orientation: chaotic pansexual

occupation: bartender at 5 point !

P H Y S I C A L

face claim: mishti rahman

hair colour: brown hair dark enough to appear black

eye colour: amber, but skirting the lines of being completely yellow if you happen to be inclined to see it !

height: 5′11’

tattoos: as of right now, a small python that curls around her bicep like a cuff. she treats it like a morbid reminded of sorts.

piercings: multiple lobe piercings in both ears, two helix piercing on the right ear, a septum piercing.

distinguishing characteristics: her canines are pointed like fangs, but only if you are able to see it, in the same way her ears are pointed for those who know. her eyes are also a bright, startling yellow,

H I S T O R Y

this one i’m excited about because ~cursed baby~

diya was born an animal sprite. every sprite born in her family for the past four generations was born an animal sprite.

it suited her just fine, but she had always felt like she might’ve liked to be a gem sprite. or a fire sprite. or a water sprite. most of all, she’d have liked the chance to be any type of sprite wherein the type had something to do with her specifically, and nothing to do with who her family might have been. 

the zahir line of sprites were infamous on the island for this reason. for never deviating. they were a family with a highly specialized trait. i say infamous, because it might have been something that could be considered a gift. an ability that sets them apart from other sprites, makes them special. it’s a blessing on all accounts, except for the places that matter. it’s a blessing except in its origins and in the way it ends.

four generations ago, amina zahir strayed from her original purpose of helping the harvest goddess. she was tempted by the idea of more power for herself and ended up lending her proclivity for sneaking around to try and gain as much dark magic as she could in order to benefit herself. she did this at the expense of other sprites, as her magic grew to become a danger to others.

now, her family has no idea that this betrayal happened. all they know was that amina was found out by the goddess herself and a curse was placed on their line as a result.

every sprite who descended from amina, a master of whispers, were sentenced to the same fate as she. their abilities as animal sprites extended only to turning into a snake. they were able to speak with other animals freely while they were snakes, and their ease within that body was unrivaled. eventually, however, they would be confined to that form and only that form. no longer a sprite, but a serpent both in body and mind. 

this final transformation could be staved off if they were to restrict their usage of their power, but they all would succumb to it eventually. the harvest goddess, benevolent as she is, implemented a way to break this curse. if one from the zahir line were able to earn back her trust and prove that they cared more roselake at large than for themselves, the curse would be broken for everyone. so far, no one has been able to break the curse.

the zahir family became somewhat of a black sheep in the sprite world, as no one really wanted to get closer to people with that kind of fate looming over their heads. that didn’t stop the family from trying their best to be as helpful to the island as possible. if there’s a way to be overachievers in, like, nature shit, the zahir family is it.

diya , however, has mostly given up on her responsibilities as a sprite. she stopped caring, moved out of the hearth tree, and separated herself as much as possible from the harvest goddess. she got herself a job, acting as human, at the 5 point bar.

her family continues to try to get her to come back and try to break the curse, but she has taken on a nihilistic mindset and refuses to even attempt to cater to the whims of a goddess. she has also stopped trying to  slow the curse down. as a result, her features are slightly more serpentine than those of her family members because, while they’ve held off from using their powers, diya will spend hours in her serpent form.

if you happen to see a giant indian python around cape perpetua or just like.......vibing at 5 point, that’s diya.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

she’s here for a good time not a long time baby !!

kind of a disaster human being. out here partying and never going home and overall disappointing her family. 

she’s fairly popular at the bar, because she’s pretty and she’s absolutely the type who lets you flirt with her until you convince her to make bad decisions. also probably the bar tender who lets it slide when your fake id is a little less than believable. generally gets in trouble with the owner of 5 point for her less than legal behavior, but she stays on because she’s a good at making drinks and bringing in the crowds. 

she/s an incorrigible flirt and a perpetual night owl.  she has the air of someone who has started to stagnate in life. she’s at a stalemate, with no plans for the future besides just embracing what she knows is coming. it’s made her kind of lazy and unmotivated, but also gave her a very go-with-the-flow attitude.

she’s very friendly and outgoing !! however, she has a tendency of shutting people out and refusing to let any relationship she has with anyone else to get deeper than a surface level acquaintance, as she doesn’t want to form any connections that might make it hard for other when she eventually disappears.

very much likes to see herself as mysterious and intangible to other, but really is just kind of lonely and craving companionship in the short amount of time she has.

W A N T E D  C O N N E C T I O N S

pls !! give her friend !! she needs friends !! especially friends who are she refuses to acknowledge are friends but they’re like “we’re totally bros?? i know your starbucks order and everything???”

in that same vein, pls give her people that know about her curse and are mayhaps actively working to try and help her break it !!

(there is a reason that it’s not been broken yet and there is a way she could break it so.........teehee)

give her flings !! maybe people she liked but didn’t want to get involved with for any kind of long-term typa deal !!!

maybe someone who tries to encourage her to be loyal to the harvest goddess again !!

people she parties with on the regular would also be fun. pls encourage her bad decisions. or her good ones !! there’s wiggle room there

i don’t even know my dudes i’m literally down for whatever

[cedarmoons]

Oooh if ur taking those nsfw prompts, how about 44 with nadia/ziah/asra maybe? ;o anyways thnx for considering! always makes my day seeing ur writing on my dash ! P.S. send ziah all my luuuv xoxoxo

i got TWO anons for my arcana kids I have the BEST anons. god bless.

@buttsonthebeach also wanted this for ziah/asra, so i’m gonna combine them!  post-game, ot3 already established.

i’m always happy for more nadia/ot3 practice, so thank you, anon!

contains: pegging, sub(by) asra, threesome, praise kink

nsfw under the cut!

He honestly thinks he’s going to lose his mind.

“Look at you, Asra,” Nadia says behind him, her fingers—three, now, she’s managed to fit three inside him, and every drag of them inside him sends sparks of sensation up his spine—slowly pumping inside him. Ziah is draped at his side, her hand smoothing down his back, to his ass, to his thigh, nails scratching lightly over his skin, making him shiver.

“Beautiful,” Ziah says, and he groans into the pillow. She traces something into the flesh of his inner thigh—the distant part of his brain that isn’t mush tries to decipher it but fails—and he feels her kiss his shoulder.

“Yes,” Nadia agrees, slowing her pace to an crawl. “He always is, isn’t he? Beautiful… and ours.”

Asra shivers, warmth blooming in his chest. Nadia presses her fingers in, and Asra lifts his hips toward her, taking them to the knuckle. The wet sounds of the oil feel like they echo in the room, making his cheeks burn. “Ours,” Ziah agrees, her hand running down the inside of his thigh to his knee. She tugs his knee toward her, making him groan as he is spread wider for Nadia.

“Yes,” he gasps out, squeezing his eyes shut, hugging the pillow propped under his head. “Yes, please, I’m—’m yours, loves, please, I need—”

Nadia’s fingers brush his prostate, and they have teased him so long—he shudders, moaning into the open air, and Nadia pulls her fingers from him at the same time Ziah withdraws her hand, leaving him bereft of anything that might push him over. He lingers on the verge of climax, shaking, tears beading his eyes before he blinks them away, as his body backs down, denied for the—fuck, the second time? Third?

“Look at you,” Ziah says. Her hand runs down his side. “I love you like this, sweet. You’re perfect, Asra.”

“Good,” Nadia soothes. He feels her kiss his spine, rest her cheek against his heated skin. “You are so good for us, Asra. Look at you, so beautiful and undone for us. I love seeing you like this.”

He hadn’t thought that Nadia’s praise would have an effect on him, not like it affected Ziah, not like Ziah’s praise affected him—but the sincerity in her voice, the warmth, it makes him want to please her all the more. Asra groans, back arching as he tries not to focus on the aching pain in his cock, gone too long denied. He wants desperately to stroke it, just once, just to ease that need—but he can’t; he isn’t allowed, just as he isn’t allowed to come until they decide to let him.

His mouth is dry, and he turns his head, cheek resting on the damp pillow. Ziah is reclining on her side beside him, smiling as Nadia massages his lower back, the roundness of his hips. She reaches out, brushing her fingers over his cheek, and he closes his eyes. “Mizi,” he chokes out, voice hoarse and rasping, already wrecked.

“You’ve been so good for us, Asra,” Nadia says behind him. Her fingertips press against his entrance and he rocks back, helpless to stop his moans. Nadia laughs, pulling her touch away, and Asra bites his lip.

“No,” Ziah tells him, gently. “We love hearing you. Let us hear you. You can hold on a little longer, can’t you? You’ll be good?”

He shivers at the way she says good, at the expectant, knowing look in her eyes—normally silver, now stormdark gray, with blown pupils. He can’t turn to look at Nadi, but he can feel the heat of her gaze on his back, just as intense as the way Ziah’s looking at him now.

“Asra?” Nadia prompts, and, dry-mouthed, Asra swallows and nods. Ziah smiles and leans forward, kissing his heated cheek. She helps him back up onto his hands and knees, smoothing her hands over his trembling arms, pressing her hand over his.

“Ready?” Nadia asks, and when Asra nods, he feels her fingers at his entrance again. He can take two of them immediately, but she has to work the third finger in again, stretching him wide, the sensation pulling a moan from his throat. His arms and thighs shake, and it takes everything he has to stay upright, to not collapse on the bed like he had before. Ziah shifts, lifting his wrist and moving underneath him.

Nadia finds his prostate again, but every touch is a feathery tease, providing sensation but not enough to give him any relief. Asra’s back bows and his forehead lands on Ziah’s chest, fingers clenching in the sheets, already half-undone by his clawing at the bed. 

The tension in his body coils, tighter, tighter, but it’s not enough. He is held immobile by Ziah’s and Nadia’s hands, and all he can do is feel.

“Please,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, “please, Mizi—Nadi—Nadi, fuck, please—I need—”

“What do you need?” Nadi asks, with enough warmth in her voice to make his breaths come ragged. “Would you like it harder?”

He can’t reply—he keens when she pulls her hand from him, his arms giving out underneath him, leaving him pillowed against Ziah with his ass in the air. Ziah hums, the sound reverberating through her chest and up to his cheek, running her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. “Answer her,” Ziah reminds him, her other hand massaging his cheekbone. Asra wants to straddle her thigh, to rock against her until he comes, but he knows better. He keeps his hips in the air, legs spread. 

Ziah lifts his chin. “Do you want it harder, sweet?”

“Please,” Asra rasps. “Yes, please, I—I need—”

“Good, Asra,” Nadia says, and he groans when he feels the head of her phallus press against his entrance. He wishes he could turn around, could watch her face as she fucks him, but Ziah is soft, warm, and the look in her eyes—enraptured, full of warmth and love he’d thought he’d lost to him three years ago—keeps him captive, unable to look away from her. 

Nadia rocks into him, her hands tight on his hips, and this time he can’t stop himself from bucking back against her, taking her deeper. She hisses a curse and Ziah laughs, and Asra grins against the curve of her breast, moving his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Ziah sighs, fingers carding through his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

But he’s so wound up, he jerks away with a gasp, resting his forehead over her heart as Nadia begins to fuck him in earnest. It isn’t long before that tension returns, before his thighs are shaking under Nadia’s hands, before trembles are running up his back and he is moaning against Ziah’s skin.

He can’t come, not yet, not yet, not until Nadi says so.

“Close,” he warns, panting against Ziah’s skin. She’s whispering beautiful things to him, her hands roaming over his neck and shoulders and face and through his hair, and Nadia is also telling him how beautiful he looks, how much she loves him, them (and isn’t that what he’s always wanted, for them to be them), but he barely hears it. Neither of them seem inclined to heed his warning.

“C-close,” he says again, pleading. “Nadi, fuck—”

“It’s all right,” Ziah says, and Nadia hums her agreement, not sounding the least bit winded for all she is fucking him, all hard thrusts and shallow rolls of her hips, deliberately angled to make him shudder.

Ziah reaches down, cupping his cock in her palm. “It’s all right, sweet,” she croons. “Come for us.”

Asra keens, lifting his head, and when Ziah kisses him he comes with a low groan, hips jerking between her hand and Nadia’s false cock. Nadia guides him through it, Ziah doing nothing but holding him and kissing him, feeling him pulse and twitch in her hand as he spends on her belly, just as he wants, just as he’s always wanted—

He gradually slows, twitching in the aftermath, and Nadia drapes herself over his back, sandwiching him between the two people he loves most in the world. Her hands smooth down his arms, and she kisses his throat as Ziah grins at him, her own eyes hazy with arousal. 

Asra tries to catch his breath, unwilling to look away from Ziah, unwilling to move and risk jostling Nadia, who is pressing kisses all across his upper back. Nadia ends up being the first to move, pulling out of him with a sigh. Asra moves off of Ziah, and Nadia returns with a washcloth to clean Ziah’s stomach and Asra.

When she is done, she tosses the rag in the general vicinity of the bath and leans forward, pulling him into a kiss. Asra is left breathless, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes. “Let me,” he says, and though the rest of his request goes unsaid, they all know what he wants. He wants to hitch their legs over his shoulders, to lick and suck and drink down the wetness between their thighs, to make them come—to keep going until Ziah is shuddering and Nadia’s breath catches and she cannot speak from pleasure. He wants to be as good to them as they are to him.

“Ziah and I will care for each other,” Nadia replies, kissing him again. “You were wonderful, Asra, just what we wanted. Lay back.”

He does, and Ziah leans over to kiss him as well, before she pulls away and Nadia pulls her into her lap. He watches Nadia take Ziah apart, watches Ziah shake and clutch at Nadia’s arms, making the most delicious noises. He watches Ziah shimmy off the bed and drag Nadia to the edge of it by her hips, kneeling between her legs. Nadia laughs, then moans, head tipping back, and he wonders if he’s ever been happier.

Vesuvia is healing; let them have each other. He doesn’t want anything else.

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As per the request of @my-insanity-is-irrelevant​, here goes nothing. Not even gonna reblog the ask meme post bc I’m literally answering every question rip

1. What is you middle name? Marie. #basic 2. How old are you? 19. 3. When is your birthday? May 31.  4. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini. I’m actually two people and they’re both snakes.  5. What is your favorite color? I honestly don’t have one, they all have their perks. I do tend to favor cooler and darker colors tho 6. What’s your lucky number? 7 and 9, but odd numbers tend to treat me nicely in general.  7. Do you have any pets? Three! A Boxer named Buster, and two 14 y/o cats named Asheley and Nadia. Here’s hoping for many more in the future. :’) 8. Where are you from? Born in Seattle, raised in the greater St. Louis area, and going to school in Muncie, IN.  9. How tall are you? 5′6″ 10. What shoe size are you? 8 in American women’s size. 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Oh lord. Probably like 15 because I refuse to get rid of any, but I only wear like 4. 12. What was your last dream about? Roller coasters and an ex being nasty. DJ Khaled was there.  13. What talents do you have? I’m fairly good at reading people, and also drawing. I’m also a quick learner, if that counts as a talent? 14. Are you psychic in any way? I wish. I have a weird force of karma that seems to follow the people who have hurt me around, but that could be coincidence. I’ve helped check other people’s energies (as well as my own) before, but my knowledge is limited and I don’t think I have the sense of self to pursue that right now. 15. Favorite song? At no point in my life have I had just one, but “Fury” by Muse and “Love is Mystical” by the Cold War Kids are up there right now.  16. Favorite movie? Wonder Woman was so, so good, y’all. I also like  17. Who would be your ideal partner? daisy ridley right now, my standards are both really low and really high. Just...someone I get along with and who gives a rat’s ass?  18. Do you want children? I think I might, yeah. Depends on who I end up with, but I like the idea of making small humans and showing them how the world works. Teaching others has always helped me figure shit out, anyway.  19. Do you want a church wedding? nooooo thank you 20. Are you religious? Not in the sense that I participate in organized religion, but I do believe in aspects of many different religions. I’m particularly fond of reincarnation. 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? I had to have my chin stitched up when I was like, 3. And also I had my tonsils out at 10.  22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope, and I’d prefer to keep it that way.  23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I met Paramore the summer before my junior year, and I met Jensen, Jared, and Misha from SPN my senior year! 24. Baths or showers? Showers. 25. What color socks are you wearing? au naturale i’m barefoot bitches 26. Have you ever been famous? one time i did a drawing and it got 100 notes 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? noooooo maybe C-list at most 28. What type of music do you like? I’ll listen to just about anything, but I lean towards alt rock, metal, punk, some indie if it isn’t too hippie-ish. 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? nah 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Like...7?  31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my stomach with my top half wrapped around a pillow or a blanket.  32. How big is your house? Two-story, four bedrooms. Parents raised three wild kiddos here 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? A smoothie or a sandwich when I’m actually up in time.  34. Have you ever fired a gun? No, but I’d like to at least try. 35. Have you ever tried archery? yes and i ain’t no katniss 36. Favorite clean word? Maverick (that’s one of many) 37. Favorite swear word? Fuck. it’s just so versatile 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 60 hours or so 39. Do you have any scars? On my heels, chin, thighs, hips, and over my wristbones. I’m clumsy, have pets, and have self-harmed. 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? An anon flirted w me on Tumblr but it was someone in my French class, lel. Wasn’t a secret for too long. 41. Are you a good liar? White lies, yes. Big lies, noooo. 42. Are you a good judge of character? Generally? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Not a whole lot on my own, but I’ll pick up anything I hear regularly. 44. Do you have a strong accent? Not really? I just kinda talk and drop bits of different accents here and there. I don’t think I have that much of a St. Louis accent. 45. What is your favorite accent? I have a soft spot for slight Southern accents. Eastern European and Australian are also awesome.  46. What is your personality type? sad 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? A $120 jacket from Zumiez. It’s HUF brand but I bought it for the wolves on it tbh 48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes and it comes in handy w girlfriends 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie  50. Left or right handed? Right 51. Are you scared of spiders? I used to, but I’m getting better. They startle me but I’ve carried a wolf spider outside so 52. Favorite food? changes by the hour tbh tho chicken is always good 53. Favorite foreign food? Shepherd’s Pie.  54. Are you a clean or messy person? Clean, but disorganized. My room is cluttered but not like, dirty.  55. Most used phrase? "Oh my god.” 56. Most used word? like 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? depends. not usually over 45 minutes unless I’m getting Fancy.  58. Do you have much of an ego? Not really.  59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Yes. 60. Do you talk to yourself? More than anyone else. 61. Do you sing to yourself? Yes, especially when I can’t hear my own voice. 62. Are you a good singer? N o 63. Biggest Fear? Forgetting and being forgotten. 64. Are you a gossip? drama that don’t involve me is the best drama 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Goodwill Hunting aaaaaa 66. Do you like long or short hair? On myself, defs long. I love pulling it back too much for short.  67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Yep! I 68. Favorite school subject? English. Also psychology.  69. Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert with trust issues, abandonment issues, and that shuts down a lot. and also clinical depression 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No, but I’ve been snorkeling! 71. What makes you nervous? Anything has the potential to make me nervous, tbh. But not knowing things is The Worst 72. Are you scared of the dark? Oh god yes 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I do when it’s something small. Big mistakes are things you gotta figure out for yourself. 74. Are you ticklish? Less and less over time, tbh.  75. Have you ever started a rumor? Never on purpose. I’ve heard a few things I’ve said get distorted and spread but I try to Cut That Shit Out Quick 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I was a President of a few clubs in high school, captain of the swim team, and a manager for the track and cross country teams.  77. Have you ever drank underage? Whenever I can, tbh. Not even to get drunk, necessarily, it just tastes good 78. Have you ever done drugs? Only weed with a close friendo of mine. I also may have saved a few narcotics from my wisdom tooth removal for a rainy day 79. Who was your first real crush? My best friend in middle school. That was a doozy.  80. How many piercings do you have? I have doubles in my ears, so 4. I’d like triples and possibly a septum piercing.  81. Can you roll your Rs? Yep! Sometimes I do it by accident when speaking 82. How fast can you type? Not very tbh 83. How fast can you run? That depends on why I’m running. 84. What color is your hair? Dirty blonde. 85. What color are your eyes? Blue-gray. 86. What are you allergic to? Certain kinds of deodorant and also tumblr 87. Do you keep a journal? I mean I scribble down stream of consciousness shit when trying to Cope w things, but I don’t keep one regularly.  88. What do your parents do? Dad’s an engineer, mom’s the HR person for a whackass ad company w fun people 89. Do you like your age? I mean I’d rather be able to legally drink, but I’m a legal adult but it doesn’t feel Real yet so I guess it ain’t all bad 90. What makes you angry? When people are mean for literally no good reason. 91. Do you like your own name? it’s aiight. people trying to pronounce my last name is amusing 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I like the name Oliver a lot for a guy? But really I guess it’d depend on my what my wife likes 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? dog 94. What are your strengths? I know people and can communicate pretty well, and I’m generally good at being pretty friendly. Also I can swim so if someone throws me in the water the joke is on them 95. What are your weaknesses? Can’t be left alone for long periods of time, relying on one person for everything, and ignoring myself and other friends, compulsive tendencies, and an overall obsessive personality. 96. How did you get your name? Named after my dad’s grandma, iirc. Except Claire instead of Clara.  97. Were your ancestors royalty? I’m sure someone was idk 98. Do you have any scars? didn’t I answer this already 99. Color of your bedspread? Black and white at home, orange and purple in my dorm. 100. Color of your room? Very dark forest green. I like it lots.

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Ladyblogging, part one

summary: in which marinette realizes that the internet is a lot smarter than she thought and that the only way to protect her identity is to join the ranks. identity reveal. adrienette. notes: this is gonna suck to format. irrelevant bit of info here: in this fic, the ladyblog uses wordpress. --

part one: damoiseau in distress [AO3]

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The Ladyblog Alya C., Paris, France.

Join Date:  2015-09-01

Keeping the world up to date on the latest and greatest news regarding Ladybug and Chat Noir.

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F.A.Q.

1.) How do I report Ladybug & Chat Noir sightings? Click this LINK HERE or tweet me @theladyblogger.

2.) How do I subscribe to your livestream? Subscribe to The Ladyblog and download our app! Once you do, push notifications should be activated.

3.) Are you a LadyNoir shipper? I’m an AlyaBug shipper. Yes.

3.) Do you know Ladybug or Chat Noir’s secret identities? No...not yet :)

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Alya C. @theladyblogger 3,421 Followers//1,094 Following

Alya C. @theladyblogger One of the students at my school says she’s friends with #Ladybug! Deets to come! (And possibly an interview!)

Adrien Agreste and 87 others liked your Tweet LadyNoirShipperxo and 46 others Retweeted your Tweet

N I N O @djxbubbler in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger D U D E. Like, real talk?

@theladyblogger in reply to N I N O @djxbubbler Take a gander at my blog, my dude :-)

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The Ladyblog Posted: 2016-04-16 

Subject: Could Collège Françoise Dupont’s Newest Arrival’s Be Close Friends With Our Own Ladybug?

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Lila Rossi, Collège Françoise Dupont’s newest addition, is making quite an impression on her new classmates. A transfer student from Italy, Rossi arrived to our humble educational facility with a rather interesting piece of news: She’s friends with Ladybug. Amazing, right?  

She was kind enough to share a few words with the Ladyblog, mentioning that our beloved masked heroine has saved her on multiple and has even spoken to her on numerous occasions outside mask. Check out the video and drop a line telling us what you think!

I wonder if she knows Chat Noir too...maybe I’ll ask her later. 

But for now, this is Alya, signing off!

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng would like to think of herself as a very patient girl. Probably a little too patient, given the fact that she had allowed Chloe Bourgeois to flounce around the classroom, running her big mouth and making her fellow classmates feel terrible enough for freaking Hawk Moth to exploit their vulnerabilities. However, for all of Marinette’s self-discipline, there were a grand total of three things that the young girl absolutely could not tolerate in any way, shape, or form.

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Marinette’s Journal Entry Date: 2016-04-16

FILE UNDER: THINGS I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT TOLERATE

I shouldn’t really be venting in my journal since Chloe and Sabrina tried to steal it last September, but whatever, I’m going to do it. (Hopefully it won’t stress Tikki out. Should I keep a separate journal for those events? Maybe...or should I just use codenames? Decisions, decisions...)

Anyway, in this world, there are some things that I can’t deal with. As in, I’m not going to exert energy trying to be compassionate or Hufflepuff-ish about.

1.) Girls who attempt to canoodle with the Love of My Life.

2.) L I A R S. 

3.) Thieves 

Unfortunately, the Liar is all of the above (btw: decided on codenames.) Not too sure what to do about it since it’s kind of dangerous for her to be offering false information liberally...and I can’t really ask Lady Wifi for help...otherwise, she’ll suspect me.

Hm. Updates to come.

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“Marinette, you coming?” 

Marinette snapped her journal shut and stuffed it into her backpack. If she wanted to expose Lila, she had to come up with an excuse and fast. As luck would have it, she had remembered that her mother requested she come to the house around lunch time, as her Uncle Cheng was stopping by for a brief visit and would be gone by the time school dismissed her.

She offered Alya an apologetic smile, “Sorry, Alya. Maman wants me to stop by the house to say hi to my uncle before he goes home.”

“No worries,” Alya shrugged, “I have some major analytics to be checking out with that last interview with Lila.” Marinette almost rolled her eyes at the dreamy sigh that escaped Alya’s lips. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a little crush on the girl,” Marinette commented, a dark brow raised at her best friend. 

Alya scoffed, tucking her cell into her pocket, “Oh God, don’t let Nino hear you say that. We’re supposed to go out to the zoo this weekend to see the panther,” she said, “And besides, he seems pretty taken with Lila too since she apparently knows Steven Spielberg and all these other Hollywood hotshots.” 

God, Marinette shook her head. 

Was it just her or was everyone in this school so incredibly gullible? A little voice in the back of Marinette’s head--a voice that almost suspiciously sounded like Tikki--reminded her that she would probably have believed Lila’s lies had she not been a liar, a thief, and a danger to the Love of Marinette’s Life, Adrien.

Speaking of which.

“Right,” Marinette said, shoving her arms through the loops of her backpack, “Well, I gotta book. Have fun measuring your Twitter analytics, or whatever...”

Alya laughed, “Will do. Oh, grab me pain au chocolat on your way back?”

“Alrighty, I’ll be back in an hour!” 

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Alya C. @theladyblogger  A new hero is on the scene and her name is #VOLPINA! Thoughts?

Simply the Best and 21 others liked your Tweet Nadia Chamack and 11 others Retweeted your Tweet

Chloe Bourgeois in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger Ladybug’s still better than she is.

Bitter Harpy in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger do we really need three heroes? 

Ladybug Trash in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger She’s awesome!! I hope her and LB get to work together more often.

Alya C. @theladyblogger Okay, scratch that, #AKUMAALERT.  [LINK FOR VIDEO STREAM]

Ladybugging TF OUT and 97 others liked your Tweet Nadia Chamack and 104 others Retweeted your Tweet

Chloe Bourgeois in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger Told ya so.

Chronogirl mentioned you in a Tweet @queenbee @theladyblogger shaddup chloe

Alya C. @theladyblogger #BREAKING #AKUMA ALERT: #VOLPINA has taken a hostage

Alya C. in reply to Alya C. #BREAKING #AKUMA ALERT: Adrien Agreste, son of fashion designer @GABRIEL, reported as #Volpina’s hostage

Alya C. in reply to Alya C. #BREAKING #AKUMA ALERT: #Volpina has Agreste hanging from the Eiffel Tower

Alya C. @theladyblogger #AKUMA ALERT: HERE’S THE LIVESTREAM LINK

Petit Papillon and 246 others liked your Tweet You’ve Got to be Kitten Me and 355 others Retweeted your Tweet

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger WHERE ARE YOU IS ADRIEN OKAY? 

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger ALYA WHY AREN’T YOU PICKING UP YOUR PHONE?

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger ALYAAAAAAA

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger ALYA. 

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger THAT’S IT. I’M COMING OVER.

N I N O in reply to Alya C. @theladyblogger AKUMAS SERIOUSLY SUCK. HANG ON, ADRIEN.

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Chloe Bourgeois @queenbee 687 Followers//996 Following

Chloe Bourgeois @queenbee @adrienagreste ADRIKINS, ARE YOU OKAY??? DON’T BE SCARED, #LADYBUG WILL COME FOR YOU. 

Chloe Bourgeois @queenbee #Volpina’s the worst(tm)

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Sabrina in reply to Chloe Bourgeois  @queenbee Chloe? Should we go to the Eiffel Tower to wait for Adrien?

Chloe Bourgeois in reply to Sabrina @pastelprincess you do it! i forgot i had a hair appointment. tell adrikins to call me when ladybug saves him. 

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Alya C. @theladyblogger #BREAKING #AKUMA ALERT: #Volpina has been purified and Adrien Agreste has been rescued by #Ladybug and #ChatNoir

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The Ladyblog Posted: 2016-04-16

Subject: Saving a Damoiseau in Distress and Outfoxing Foxes

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Couldn’t snag an interview with the Lady or Alley cat, but here’s some excellent footage from today’s maelstrom. Today’s victim: LB’s “friend” in question, Lila Rossi, who was akumatized into Volpina, a formidable opponent whose abilities are dependent on illusion and deception.

Where does teen model Adrien Agreste fall into all of this? Nobody knows! Yet. 

Luckily, your girl Alya has all the hookups in terms of info. (AKA, I’ll just ask Adrien when I see him in class LOL.) 

As usual, leave all your love (or your conspiracy theories) in the comments below.

This is Alya, signing off!

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Response to Saving a Damoiseau in Distress and Outfoxing Foxes Posted: 2016-04-16 Subject: Love...triangle...?????

CatBug: OK OK JUST LISTEN FOR A SECOND...what if...WHAT IF!!!! There was a love triangle between LB, Volpina, and Adrien Agreste????? Judging by the video footage you took, I’d say that LB is digging some Adrien and so was Volpina, which is why she took him.

Remember Jackady? Look at the footage of LB and Adrien. They seem a little cozy, if you ask me :-) (That or I could be totally delusional.) 

ALSO Volpina used him as leverage against LB so she’d give up her Miraculous WHICH SHE ALMOST DID!!! aksljf;asldfjkas;lj.  

Response to Love...triangle...????? Posted: 2016-04-16 Subject: Bruh...

geek-baits: I’m down with that LOL. Poor Chat...

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Response to Love...triangle...????? Posted: 2016-04-16 Subject: (no subject)

chatblanc: You’re looking into it too much. Why would Ladybug concern herself with an ordinary citizen? The only way that’d make sense is if she knew him irl..............

...wait a minute.

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Response to (no subject) Posted: 2016-04-16 Subject: Duly noted The Ladyblog: WAIT A MINUTE! I think we got ourselves a lead here :D 

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Marinette froze upon reading Alya’s most recent reply to the damning conspirator at the bottom of the page. There was no way she’d believe a stranger on the internet, right?

Okay, yeah, no. This was Alya. She was going to search every lead she could get her hands on. And there was no way that Marinette’d be able to act normally around Adrien, regardless if she was in or out of costume. Luckily, her handsome classmate had always seemed to disappear at the sight of an akuma, but still.

The video now being circulated on the internet was enough to set her best friend on her trail. Marinette could see it now: a full-page spread dedicated to Ladybug’s unmasking, which would inevitably endanger herself, her family, and her friends, but she couldn’t exactly discourage Alya from snooping without coming under investigation herself.

Marinette threw herself back in her chair with a sigh, whirling away from her computer to face her wall, covered in photographs of Adrien. 

Could she act like her heart wasn’t running a marathon when he was close to her while she was Ladybug? No, she could hardly think straight around him when they were in class together.

Could she tell Alya to back off? No, because that would definitely encourage her friend to dig deeper. 

Marinette groaned.

“Why don’t you try to talk to her?” Tikki helpfully suggested. Marinette shook her head, her dark pigtails flying. 

“That’ll make it worse, I’m sure,” Marinette replied, “The only way Alya’d ignore this tip--” this very accurate tip that would absolutely ruin her, “--would be for someone to disprove it, with evidence. And the only way for me to do it without raising suspicion would be...”

Marinette stopped as a lightbulb went off in her head.

Of course, Marinette thought to herself, the idea washing over her like fresh air, why hadn’t I thought of this before? 

Marinette swiveled back to her computer, fingers flying furiously on the keyboard. 

“What are you doing, Marinette?” Tikki asked.

“Ladybug’s gonna be doing some damage control. Tikki! Spots on!”

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Join date: 2016-04-16

Ladybug’s Official blog. 

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Ladybug Posted: 2016-04-16

Subject: Obligatory ‘hey-how’s-it-going’ Post

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Hey, it’s Ladybug. Blogging seemed to look like fun, so I figured I’d hang around you all for a bit. 

xo,

Ladybug

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