#ayla's requests

[purerehua]

im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

[hellosweetie99]

Does anyone have any House Md fic recs that have a really good understanding of the characters? Accurate characterization is v important to me!

I’m looking for humor and House x Wilson x cuddy

Thx <3

[ryngzmn]

Eddie Diaz x reader

Y/n has a nightmare about Eddie dying and wakes up crying and Eddie comforts her.

AAAA, hello n’ thanks for the request!

so so so sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, I was super busy and kinda procrastinating it :((

HERE IS THE LINK, THOUGH!

it’s also kind of short, but like I said I was procrastinating it for some time😣

[sturniolo04]

Can u write a fic where Chris is streaming with reader and matt but reader is pregnant and nearly due so she is bouncing on her ball while Chris massages her shoulders and back as they hurt from her not sleeping good and chat is saying how good Chris is to reader and wishing y/n a safe birth. Hope this makes sense

Wife!reader x husband!chris

A/N: ofc, I’m so glad you reached out and wanted me to write this request for you! Thanks for the idea! I hope you enjoy it! If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll and @mintsturniolo

Being married to Chris and being pregnant with your guys first child has been nothing but an amazing journey. Aside from the back pain and your normal clothes not fitting and oh, let’s not forget the contractions you were currently experiencing. See you were due at any given moment and of course you were excited to meet your precious baby girl finally but boy was she a pain in the ass, literally.

“What’s up chat”

Matt greets as he looks at the screen to display the rolling chat of ‘hellos’ and ‘hi’s” and the occasional “why are you so fine” comments directed specifically towards Matt.

“We aren’t playing on Fortnite today chat we are just chatting’

Chris added on as he stood behind you massaging your shoulders as you bounced up and down on the blue yoga ball to relieve some of the contractions that were present and continuing to be persistent. Being this close to your due date you haven’t been able to sleep as well as you normally would since you got pregnant and Chris knew this.

“ Ayla the chat asks how is baby girl doing”

Matt directs towards you after reading the series of comments genuinely asking how you were doing with the pregnancy and everything.

“I don’t think she is in position to respond”

Chris states covering for you seeing you brought your hand to intertwine with his squeezing it letting him know a serious contraction was taking place.

“But she is doing great she is due any day now so we are just doing all that we can to make sure that both of them are healthy”

Chris replies looking up at the chat display on the monitor Matt was sitting at. He felt your hand ease up in tension. He quickly shifts his attention directly to you.

“Do you want me to go get your cup”

Chris whispers sweetly to you as you simply nod your head him leaving the room do just that after getting the approval from you.

“Ayla the chat is asking what is it like to get all this princess treatment”

Matt reads off chuckling looking towards you still sitting on your ball.

“I love it”

You giggle out.

“Hes the best guys honestly I don’t think I could or can make it through this without him”

You sigh out as he returns with your cup of water resulting in you taking it with open hands.

“Were you guys talking about me”

Chris jokes out not really knowing for sure as he looks at Matt and then over at you taking a sip of water.

“Yeah All good things babe all good things I promise”

You reply after taking a sip bringing your hand up to his toned bicep in the process showcasing your diamond wedding band on your ring finger.

“I hope so”

Chris states honestly bringing your hand up to his lips to place a sweet kiss to the inside of your palm, knowing you love when he does it.

“Oh my god the chat might as well be down bad for both of y’all at this point”

Matt jokes as he continues to read through the chat

“There’s no way”

Chris chuckles out as places a sweet kiss on your head and sits down next to Matt reading the chat reading off the various comments like ‘Chris is such a good husband’ and ‘Ayla is so lucky’ and even comments joking saying that they are Ayla at this point making them chuckle.

“Guys I literally love her that’s why I do everything I do for her when you love someone you would do anything for them”

Chris states simply as Matt continues reading the chat.

“Someone asked do you know the name yet or have y’all picked out one yet”

Matt asks you two simply as Chris quickly looks to you to see your answer first.

“Um maybe should we say it on here”

You ask looking at Chris for an answer

‘If you want to I think it is fine”

Chris shrugs as you take another sip of your water.

“Okay well baby girls name is Charlotte Nicole Sturniolo I wanted something basic but still cute so we agreed on it’

You hum out the answer as Chris nods his head in agreement.

“Yeah that’s baby girls name so she’s got a little bit of both of our names I feel like”

Chris trails off as you reach up to tap Chris on the arm with your Stanley cup, trying to get his attention.

“What’s up mama you done with it”

Chris asks simple as he directed his attention to you. You nod your head ‘yes’ as he take the cup from your hands and places it on the desk next to him.

“Okay I just read this and I actually want to know when do you think Ayla will pop genuinely”

Matt questions looking between the pair.

“I think honestly Friday would be cool babygirl coming into the world on a sturniolo Friday”

Chris chuckles shifting his attention towards you as well as Matt to see what your answer was

“What do you think”

Matt asks you laughing at his brothers predictions.

“Uhh how about today my water just broke”

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@mintsturniolo @spicymuffins03 @ksturnz @stayingstromboli @wh0resstuff @chaoswithus @emely9274 @ivysturnss

[miharuki]

Hi, could I request luka couffaine x reader fic please?

Reader is Adrien's twin sister, and she likes luka, and luka feels the same way, but the reader is worried about what Gabriel will think and doesn't want to hurt luka :)

Thank you very much ahead of time ♡

Firstly, sorry about my English cousin, secondly I think I'm going to do part 2, the text was long (2000) words

(fluff at the beginning, angst at the end, gabriel and asshole, secrets)

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

Once upon a time… A couple, a loving wife who gave up everything for her true love, and her devoted husband who loved her enough to defy reality for her, even if it meant bringing her back to life, and finally waking her from her precious slumber, like a beautiful Sleeping Beauty. Even if it meant making their own children the unhappiest people just for his selfishness, that was Gabriel Agreste, father of Adrien and you, Agreste, twin children born from the same feather but completely different.

Adrien gained total attention from people when he became a model for his father's collections, not only he, but you too. However, you felt lonely in that mansion with no one to talk to, even though you went to school, you felt empty. Why? you wondered.

Until… when your brother introduced him, a friend of his and an ex of one of his friends, Luka Couffaine, a sweet name with a lovely meaning, "luminous." And now you understand why. Since you met him, Luka has proven to be a calm and kind person, always listening and helping others, a light in people's lives when they need it, an admirable person.

"Hello to you too, [Name]!" Luka said as he waved and approached slowly, smiling warmly as you greeted him in return, unaware that someone was watching your interaction. Adrien smiled when he noticed that his sister was opening up more to her friends, and he also noticed how kind Luka was being to his dear sister, making him a friend to Adrien as well.

While for Adrien, it was just a friendly interaction between his friend and his twin sister, someone else saw it as something more: Juleka. Unlike Adrien or anyone else, she noticed the subtle change in her twin brother's attitude, realizing how Luka had started to light up in her presence—not just a friendly kind of happiness. Juleka saw that her brother was looking at you the way he looked at Marinette the first time, a look of love. She was hoping that this time their relationship wouldn't end up like the one with Marinette.

And it didn't. Juleka remembers how her friends began to notice how Luka was acting around you, how he smiled affectionately every time he was with you, or how his eyes took on a dreamy gaze whenever something reminded him of you.

"Luka has a big crush on Adrien's little sister, and it's just so obvious," Ayla commented while chatting with her group of friends, discussing the moment when you and your brother had arrived together on the Liberty boat.

"I bet she won't take long to realize!" Marinette said confidently, giving Luka a thumbs-up as if to say he was doing things right, and indeed he was. It didn't take long for you to develop feelings for the blue-haired musician.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride, maybe relax…" Luka asked while on his bike, making you smile at his kindness, something you had admired about him since you first met. But he seemed especially bright that day. When you sat on his bike, you felt nervous, which was unusual, especially when Luka turned to ask if you were ready.

"Y-yeah!" you stammered, finding it strange that you were stuttering, which quickly turned into embarrassment for stuttering. Your face turned slightly red with embarrassment as you looked at the back of the boy, riding through the tranquil landscapes of Paris.

And before you knew it, you were in a relationship, an almost secret one, if not for the flushed and blushing faces every time you encountered each other. It was always him you looked forward to seeing when leaving school, wanting to stay a little longer instead of going home. The moments you spent in parks and on the streets, watching the sunset together while enjoying each other's company. You memorized every song he composed, especially the ones where he declared his feelings for you. Your relationship was so healthy that it was impossible not to feel envious of your strong connection. It was impossible not to see the true love that both of you seemed to share.

"I knew it! They were meant to be together!" Rose exclaimed as she hugged Juleka, who blushed at her girlfriend's action but was happy to see her brother in the distance, looking so happy with you, [Name] Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister, a friend, and the object of affection for one of their friends.

"If Luka managed to make Adrien's sister fall for him, I think you can make Adrien fall for you too, Marinette," Ayla teased, elbowing her friend who was now stammering and blushing, while everyone laughed at Marinette's attempt to say something without stuttering.

But the perfect romance can never last forever, not even in a fairy tale. In this case, you couldn't stay with your prince charming. Imagine the surprise when you came home after another date with your boyfriend and saw your father standing there on the stairs. Something told you that something was wrong, especially when your father said in a stern and authoritative tone:

"I heard you've been going out a lot…"

"Well, of course! I've been hanging out with my friends…" you said as you approached your father slowly, stopping at the bottom of the stairs and looking at him with closed eyes.

"Especially with your friend Luka Couffaine?" Your heart stopped. He knew? But you had been so careful. No one else knew that you and Luka were dating; everyone just thought you were still friends, but friends who liked each other. That's what they thought, right? You remember that day vividly.

"…I want to be with you, [Name]. You're the only song playing in my heart and in my mind. I can't stop…" Luka said as he held your hand, the other tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. With a flushed face and a racing heart, you wanted to say yes and pull him into a hug, to tell him how much you loved him. But… what would your father think?

"I would like to… but…" A smile appeared on Luka's face before fading as you continued, "…I don't want the media to hound you. I just don't want to burden you… I'd be a weight…"

Luka smiled softly, realizing that you were just trying to protect him, and he found it endearing. He held your hands and gently moved his face to look at you. He smiled and leaned in.

"So, let's keep it a secret!" The confused look on your face disappeared as he continued, bringing his face closer to yours. "We won't let anyone know. If that puts you at ease, we can love each other even if it's in secret. That way, I won't have photographers hounding me, and you won't have to worry about it. So, what do you think?"

With his face close to yours, lips almost touching, you smiled. A secret, yes, it was perfect. That way, no one could question, and you wouldn't have to worry about the true reason – your father. You were happy and laughed in joy, finally sealing your relationship with the blue-haired musician. "I'd love that."

"You'll have more rehearsals from now on, maybe this way you can focus on your career…" Gabriel said as he turned, scrolling through his tablet and checking the news about his children. When he went up to his room, he placed his backpack on the chair and sat on the bed, grabbing his phone and sending a message to his boyfriend, letting him know that they would have more rehearsals, so their time together would be shorter.

"I don't mind as long as I can be with you, even if it's for a short time! ❤️" You smiled at the message and blushed as you lay down, looking at it with love. You felt happy to have someone like Luka as your boyfriend, embracing your phone with affection.

Even with the short time you had, you were happy to skip some rehearsals to be with your Blueberry, always meeting in secret, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company. That was until Lila arrived, not only lying to Kagami but also destroying your relationship. It was one of those moments when Lila left after the confrontation with Kagami following the akumatization that she saw your figure running somewhere. What were you, [Name] Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister and Gabriel Agreste's daughter, doing running randomly?

It was when she realized that something might be going on that she followed you, watching where you were heading. She noticed that you entered a distant park and slipped into a thicket. Crouching down, she peered through the leaves and saw something surprising: you and a blue-haired boy, embracing. You? With a boy? Acting strangely? So, that's what you were running for.

That's what she thought as she grabbed her phone and took a picture without you two noticing, perhaps a way to hit Gabriel in another way. And that way turned out to be the worst. But everything came crashing down when, in the midst of a photoshoot session, during a break, you looked at your phone and saw a message from your brother.

"Luka is leaving, come quickly!!" This message made your heart race. What do you mean Luka is leaving? And so you ran, apologizing to the photographer as you rushed to get to your boyfriend's house as fast as you could, not caring about the confused onlookers.

"Luka!" Your shouts were heard as everyone turned to look at you, running to catch up with the boy. When he turned his head in surprise to see you sprinting toward him, just as he was about to get into the car, he simply gave up and ran towards you. Your friends watched as both of you ran. "Luka!" you yelled as you approached.

"(Name)!" The boy also shouted as he ran and embraced you, both of you breathing heavily from the sprint. Tears streamed down both of your faces, a rare sight.

"Are you really leaving?" you asked as you looked at him. The boy simply placed his hand on your face, wiping away the tears.

"It's for your own good," he said, trying not to cry, but a few tears were falling on his pale face. He sighed sadly.

"Can we meet again?" you asked, holding onto the hand he placed on your face. "I promise we'll meet again… I promise, my love." And so, for the first time, everyone witnessed the love between Luka Couffaine and [Name] Agreste, sealing their promise with a kiss, a moment that all could witness.

"They just did!?…" Marinette exclaimed in shock while smiling with her mouth wide open. Adrien, it could be said, was also surprised by the turn of events. Ayla took the opportunity to snap a photo of the moment, the last moment they could witness as their friends had just declared their love and made it official.

But soon, Adrien noticed a familiar car approaching Jacket Stone's car and their friends. It was his chauffeur's car, which stopped right behind. From there, Nathalie emerged, adjusting her glasses and immediately grabbing her tablet. She walked toward the couple, who were embracing again, and sighed. Nathalie then got the attention of everyone, including Adrien and Luka.

"Nathalie?" Adrien asked in shock as he looked at his father's assistant. What was strange was that she was here when she's usually always by his father's side. This worried him, especially since she could report directly to his father.

"Miss [Name] Agreste! Leaving your rehearsal abruptly and not responding to any of my calls, you two are in trouble!" Nathalie scolded.

And so, when you separated from Luka's embrace and looked at Nathalie, Jacket Stone, seeing the tension escalating, intervened to put his hand on Luka's shoulder and wake him from the situation. Nathalie had already grabbed your hand and was dragging you toward the car, while Jacket was also directing Luka to get in the car. Before getting into the car, Luka saw you smile at him, and he smiled back before entering his own car.

Adrien noticed Nathalie taking out her phone, and she looked at him, saying, "Don't forget to come home at 6:00 PM; your father only allowed you a few more hours." With that, she got into the car, and Adrien could see her sad expression through the window as the car drove away. Jacket watched with the children, observing your girlfriend's car disappear, just as they were about to leave as well.

"Dating?! Who gave you permission to date this boy?" Gabriel said, keeping his hands behind his back. He sighed in disappointment and pinched his nose. "I knew allowing you too much freedom could end up being a distraction, especially this boy, this Luka Couffaine. He was just a distraction!"

"But father, I—"

"But nothing, [Name]! Leaving after your rehearsals to meet with this boy?! Skipping a photoshoot just for this boy?! What do you think you're doing?! Do you really want to ruin our reputation? I think you deserve more than just a week of punishment! Go to your room now!"

Gabriel said as he fiddled with his ring behind his back. You simply accepted it sadly, walking up the stairs and glancing back to see your father looking at his tablet, viewing a photo from one of your meetings with Luka. You wondered who could have done this.

"Nathalie, make sure [Name] doesn't contact her 'friends' anymore. I don't want any more distractions," your father said before you entered your room, no longer hearing anything else, only the familiar tears returning.

"Luka…"

:(

part 2

[iridescentxstars]

hello, ayla. can i request a Minho fic? okay so i know it's not on the list. but if possible, royalty!au + forbidden love + “let’s commit some sins.” thank you very much and i hope this gets considered <3

omg i forgot to add the kink afshsajasfh pls (for the previous ask) kink can be oral, ty!

royalty!minho x fem!reader || trope: forbidden love || dialogue: "let's commit some sins" || kinks: oral || wc: 510

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

Minho pulls you into a corner of the castle, kissing you with a smile while you clutch his shirt in your hands. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, your Highness. We might be seen.”

“Then let us not be seen.” He mutters against your lips before pulling away and dragging you down a quiet corridor. You hide your face, knowing that if someone saw you running down the hallway with the prince then they’d report you to the Queen and you’d be thrown out. “I cannot keep my hands off you any longer, my lady.” You’re in the library, the flutter of birds rushing away from the two forbidden lovers echoes around the quiet space.

“What do you intend to do with me?” You giggle, kissing him while Minho lifts you to sit on the table. “Are you wanting me to read for you?”

He rolls his eyes as if you don’t know exactly what he wants, exactly what he’s been wanting ever since he saw you enter the castle. “I intend on doing all the things that a husband and wife would do.”

“Your Highness, it is a sin for a man and woman to lay without being wed.” He gets down on his knees, lifting your dress up and exposing your clothed core.

“Then,” Minho removes the cloth hiding your cunt from his hungry eyes – and mouth. “Let’s commit some sins.” You lean back while Minho pulls you closer to the edge so he can taste the sweet nectar that’s promised between your thighs. A soft gasp leaves your lips, fingers tangle in his hair as your lover’s tongue gives languid licks to help you get used to the feeling.

As Minho devours you, you look up at the ceiling, unseeing of anything that is actually around you because your entire being is focused on the pleasure that is coursing through your veins. You have been told about sex, about how it is and sure, you know the theory of it but you have not been told about how good it can feel. Always informed about how it is a duty one performs for their spouse, cold and detached which is the opposite of what you are feeling. You jolt, gasping for air when Minho’s thumb brushes against your clit, eyes widening and the man looks at you, realising that what he did – you liked.

“You’re exquisite,” Minho brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh while his fingers play you like the piano he once spent hours practising, pulling sounds from your bitten lips that will certainly get you caught. “I can see why men go to war over women because I would fight to live out my days between your legs.”

You are about to respond, to tell him not to be so crude, but you are at a loss for words when two fingers penetrate your core and curl to press against your sweet spot. You’re at his mercy, until the gracious prince decides that he’s had his fill of you – you are simply his supper.

A tasty one at that.

[jennamoran]

So in early November, I was so hobbled and drained from knee stuff that at the worst point I had to set up two rest break chairs on the 25-foot walk from my room to the bathroom. (Well, at the worst worst point I just stopped needing to go at all for like fifteen hours, which has now happened *twice* with this knee and honestly fascinates me. I think it may be the same thing that's making the pain of the dislocation go away twenty or thirty seconds after I hit the ground?)

Ayla, whom I'd never met before (friend of a friend) came over like fifteen? times to help with all the miscellaneous things I wasn't able to do or that my housemates were too overwhelmed to help with between my suddenly needing help and suddenly no longer doing dishes or cat stuff etc.

If you wanted to toss a few bucks towards her gofundme, either for its own sake or as belated support for the same, I'd take it as a kindness.

Side note: she was actually one of three people who came over to help in November, not counting housemates and cats who think they're more helpful than they are. I'd met one of the other two and knew the third pretty well, but still, the world still has kindness. None of them were even fans of my work!

... well, none of them knew they were, anyway, apparently one was a Hitherby fan but hadn't realized that was me until the fourth or fifth visit.

[toodelusionalforreality]

Azriel x OC | Chapter 10

Azriel

Both his brothers are mated. Both his brothers are happily in love. But after five centuries of rejection, Azriel doesn’t hope for such luxury in his life. When he meets the bar owner who is too mysterious even for the spymaster to decipher, his intrigue turns into more. Lines between mystery and secret blur. The closer he gets to her, the more his instincts warn him to stay away.

Previous Chapter: Whore

Word count: ~2.6k Warning: None [ROMANCE]

A/N: This is an experimental piece of work. I'm testing a writing style, so feedback is welcome. I wanted to post it along with the next one as this is the shortest chapter so far but writing this made me really happy and I couldn't wait to share it. Hope you enjoy!

Soft glow slipped through the cracks and lit the bottom of the stairs. Glasses clinked and clanked. Two familiar voices bantered and laughed, oblivious to the uninvited guest upstairs.

Yet, every one of his senses honed in on the other side of the door. Azriel knocked again. Three short raps.

It was late when he arrived in Velaris. After spending weeks in an enemy territory with nothing but time to mull over the different ways Ayla could be in danger, Azriel looked forward to quieting those fears for good. However, his hope was short-lived.

The summons rang clear in his mind as soon as he breached the wards. For all that Rhys put him through, Azriel hadn’t been eager to face him this soon. It wasn’t a request, though, a High Lord’s order.

He learnt everything there was to learn in less than a day or two, after all, the state of Spring hadn’t improved from what he heard last. Tamlin refusing to take his fae form, wandering through the forests like a mindless predator on the prowl. The lands left unmanned and open to scavengers and vicious creatures alike. Villages lay in ruins as though the people had abandoned the court like their High Lord had done to them. Every now and then, a few Children of the Blessed strays crossed the borders freely without the Wall separating them.

Wilderness consumed the endless meadows, dark and gloomy, the lands devouring everything under the sun as if to cleanse the blood spilt on them. The beauty that once disguised the atrocities for centuries finally cracked, turning into something sinister, unrecognisable. 

If Azriel had any kindness left in him, he would pity Tamlin.

Despite his reports, he was ordered to stay put for weeks. It was a fitting punishment for dismissing a direct command and leaving the city without a word. Deep down, Azriel also knew there was more to it, and his suspicions were confirmed when Rhys insisted on meeting that very night.

His shadows, unwilling to be stalled further, disappeared while he suffered through a long recounting of what he witnessed down to every agonising detail. He expected Rhys to mention Ayla or their altercation at least once, but he didn’t.

No sooner had Azriel stepped out of the River House, a scroll wafted out of the stretch of darkness cast by his stature and inky mists rose up to meet him. Months of restraint that held him together shattered at the sight of the unmistakable sigil of the Court of Nightmares on the concocted seal of black and silver.

Open the door.

There were no names of the victims in the report—each one deemed unimportant, leaving Azriel’s mind churn with fresh fears. The face of the harlot, innocent and hopeful, as flames consumed the vines, the curtains, her red dress, while she waited. Her bright smile as she spoke of the impostor, her Ayla.

Nothing but a husk in her place now. No one to claim or mourn her. 

Azriel shouldn’t have left Velaris. He shouldn’t have left her.

Open the door!

Crimes happened in Hewn City every day, and the pleasure house was an insignificant establishment, to put it mildly. Then why did Keir call upon Rhys? It must have been the impostor’s ploy, too; it had to be.

His knuckles met the wood with a force that bordered on pounding.

Rhys had known of this attack and forbade his early return to keep him out of investigations. Earlier that night, he regarded him with a calculating stare like he was waiting for the right opportunity, a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pick on its prey. Yet, he didn’t utter a word.

Azriel pinched his eyes shut. The air grew thick. Splinters dug into his fingers. Shadows dancing in front of him coiled around his arms and shoulders, pulling him back. For the first time, the silence and darkness he had preferred all his life felt suffocating.

Then, he heard it. Footfalls, the faintest he had ever heard, right before the door swung open.

Ayla stepped out, her eyes on his hand gripping the doorframe with his might, and beyond it down the stairs. Perhaps to find one of her friends, Azriel realised. Her gaze, bright and alert, rose up to his face. A delicate brow lifted in a perfect arc. ‘It’s late.’

The remnant of voices faded. Lights flickered out. A door creaked shut in the distance. And Azriel stood still, every thought eddying out of his mind.

Her pale shirt slipped down the curve of her shoulder, the toggles fastened just enough to hold it together as though she barely managed to pull the crumpled thing on moments ago. Silky tendrils came undone from her braid, teasing her neck, and fluttered under his shuddered breath. Heat radiated from her, warm and real, that even drew his shadows closer. 

Azriel swallowed thickly.

Unimpressed by his silence, Ayla said, ‘What are you doing here?’

There was no anger in her words, nor surprise. Azriel wasn’t sure if she even expected an answer. He asked instead, ‘Are you alone?’

A smile grazed her lips, and Ayla looked away. ‘And what if I were?’ She took a step back, then another, backing into the loft.

Azriel matched her, step for step, his feet carrying him on their own. ‘Tell me it’s over.’

‘What is?’

A soft click echoed behind him. The room plunged into darkness, leaving her trapped alone with him. Her scent, sharp and unadulterated, marking every corner of the room, enveloped him. Azriel drew in another long breath and released it, realising she hadn’t taken anyone while he was gone. ‘You know,’ he said, a mere whisper, ‘The strangers. The late nights.’

Ayla hummed. ‘Why?’

Only a word, and Azriel was speechless. How was he supposed to convince her that the males she brought home were spies? Would she believe the spy of the High Lord she mistrusted? Just a warning should suffice till he fixed this, however, Ayla was too prideful and cynical to accept it from him.

A low chuckle interrupted his thoughts. ‘Which is troubling you? The strangers?’ Her head tipped to the side as she moved deeper and deeper into the chamber. ‘Or the late nights?’

‘It isn’t safe—’

‘You watch me.’ Azriel halted, and so did she, waiting for him to say something. Deny it, admit it. ‘Is that why? For my safety?’

The shadows had always been discreet, or so they made him believe. But as they darted away from his sight, hiding behind his wings, he was convinced Ayla knew more than he did. Azriel couldn’t be blamed for their mischief, and the touches they stole on his behalf were harmless, unlike what the others were capable of.

‘Or is that what you like, shadowsinger?’ Ayla whispered, her voice carrying a sinful note. ‘Do you prefer watching only me or. . .’

Her lips lifted in the way he was familiar with, the way when she was sure she had her opponent deciphered. 

Gods, the insinuation that he was twisted, which Azriel wasn’t far from, but to imply he would crave anyone but her— His throat closed up. A chill went down his spine. It was a trap, a delicious, enticing trap that he wanted to fall prey to. With each ragged breath, his resolve chipped away.

‘This isn’t about me,’ Azriel said more to himself than her, reminding himself of the purpose of his visit. He continued on his path, and she did as well. ‘You shouldn’t be so careless with who you invite in.’

The words came out harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t think past the shrinking distance between them as she slowed her steps or her bared throat as she craned her neck to meet his eyes.

‘I let you in.’

Azriel leaned close, close enough to notice the slight tremble of her lips when she took a breath. ‘End the games, Ayla.’

The finality in his tone rendered her stunned. Ayla blinked twice, and her smile faded. Her lips parted slowly, for a taunt or a threat that never came, as a soft thump interrupted her. Her eyes widening, she stumbled back. She reached forward, fingers grasping at his chest and failing to find purchase in the smooth leathers. 

Azriel slipped his arm around her waist without a thought, the act as easy as breathing. Something knocked into the back of his legs. His wings flared on instinct, but a weight bore them down until he lost his footing and the two fell together.

Holding her close, he braced his weight on his other arm, and his knee sank into plushness. It took him a moment to realise it wasn’t his shadows that broke the fall but her bed. 

The frenzied hum droning in his ears, the heaviness on his back holding him down; Azriel was a fool to trust them around Ayla.

Her heart rattled from their near fall, the sound drowning every rational thought in his mind. Her chest heaved with short, hurried breaths. Ayla was more than capable of getting out of his hold, throwing him off her, and yet, her hands lay by her side as though she had surrendered to fate, to him.

His instincts dictated that he pull away, walk out the door before he did something regrettable.

Maybe he never returned from Spring. Maybe he was poisoned, and maybe this was an elaborate hallucination conjured by his mind to numb its effects. 

But every inch of his body came alive in her presence; achingly aware of her warmth cradling him, her pliant and supple flesh sinking under his fingers, and those eyes. Those damning eyes basking in the glow of his siphons, glimmering like dancing pits of moonless sky, and they shone with something akin to awe as she searched his face. What she saw in him to be worthy of that gaze, Azriel didn’t know.

‘I can’t believe you let me do it,’ said Ayla, any trace of amusement gone. ‘When you didn’t return, I thought you changed your mind.’ A note of sincerity tinged her quiet confession.

‘You wanted to make it fair,’ argued Azriel.

Ayla chuckled almost in disbelief. ‘You let me bed them for fairness?’ Her breaths warmed his skin, and his own rose to match hers.

‘It’s what you wanted,’ Azriel voiced the mantra that kept him sane through this insanity, though in that moment, he hardly believed those words himself.

Unable to hold her gaze anymore, he stared at her pulse fluttering at the base of her neck. The mesmerising beat, a contrast to his raging thoughts, grounded him. Would a taste hurt? He could cherish it for the remainder of his life when this eventually came to an end.

His head barely dipped, her breath hitched.

‘Were you—’ a sigh left Ayla’s lips, tickling the shell of his ear. ‘You wanted to be chosen over the others.’

Azriel stilled. The accusation hung heavy and thick between them, and he almost fell for it. He looked up, expecting another one of that triumphant quirk of her lips; instead, he found naked observation in her eyes, curious even. Like she had been the one plagued with inescapable need and ache for months, the one in fear’s clutches helplessly caged in this wickedness.

Breathless, Ayla glanced at his lips.

Or maybe, she was right.

Azriel panted after the one who never desired him and the other who wasn’t meant to be his. Centuries wasted yearning for this. It was all he knew, to live in the distance, to pray for a swift end so he wasn’t riddled with hope. A part of him wondered if Ayla longed for him, if she sought him without the intervention of fate, he could be worthy of this.

Ayla drew another long breath. ‘Azriel.’

A shiver rolled down his spine. Azriel had dreamt of this moment before. Their first time, he had stolen the kiss from her. He had vowed to make it right the next time. He would stare into her eyes, watch the desire pool in them, trace the curve of her jaw with his scarred fingers. He would make her anticipate more, ask for more. When she was a blushing mess for him, he would kiss her gently. Taste her slowly. First, her lips. Then, her skin. And if she allowed, maybe more. That’s what his mate deserved.

But when Ayla whispered his name with intent—testing it on her tongue, savouring it—Azriel crashed his lips on hers.

And this time, there was no hesitation.

Ayla wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged him flush against her, while her hands smoothed over his chest. When Azriel tried to restore some distance between them again, she slipped her fingers into the collar of his leathers and pulled him back.

Azriel sucked on her lip. Ayla flicked his with the tip of her tongue.

Azriel tightened his arm around her. Ayla sighed against him.

Azriel trailed a path down her jaw, where his blade had once left a bruise, each kiss an apology due. Through the sharpness of her fragrance he adored, he scented something else, something so, so sweet that it fractured his mind, nearly ripping a pathetic moan out of him. He licked a long strip up her neck, wanting to taste something, anything.

Ayla arched her back, allowing him to mark her to his content. Her hands wandered all over him, gripping his shoulder, feeling his back, easing in between them and—

Azriel choked on his breath. Prying her hands off him, he pinned them by her sides. Her greedy little act sobered him before he let it get too far. He couldn’t do it, not with her.

‘Not yet,’ he mumbled into her skin. His forehead pressed against her cheek, he inhaled deeply. ‘Not like this.’

The words he itched to say—ones that singed his tongue—Not like those males. And Ayla nodded like she understood.

And in the moments of their waning desires, Azriel revelled in the sound of her heart calming to a steady beat, his lips ghosting over her skin, sneaking unsuspecting kisses.

‘What are they doing?’ Ayla asked quietly, her voice laced with curiosity.

Azriel looked up to find her attention drawn to something behind him. Shadows darted back and forth, teetering over his shoulders. ‘They want to touch you.’

Ayla blinked. Her brows pulled together as she turned to him. ‘You mean you want to touch me?’

‘I’m not denying it,’ Azriel chuckled at her unabashed words and unflinching gaze. A familiar buzz rang in his ears, angry and impatient. ‘The shadows can think for themselves. Right now, they are feeling neglected.’

Ayla stared at them for a moment, studying their movements. The wisps of darkness coloured smoky blue under the siphons’ light. She raised a tentative hand, and the shadows reached back. First, barely a touch to her finger and when she held still, they engulfed her hand. Ayla gasped a laugh at the sensation, her chest sinking under him. She glided her hand through the air, and they swayed along, chasing her skin.

‘They are beautiful,’ said Ayla, enthralled by the ribbons of misty darkness weaving through her fingers.

The shadows went silent, frozen for a beat before writhing down her forearm as if to indulge her, chanting her word like a badge of honour.

‘They feel the same about you,’ said Azriel. One of the rare few things they agreed on lately.

Ayla blinked, then broke into laughter, the sweetest melody he had ever heard, and draped the shadow-gloved hand over his shoulder. ‘There were more than eight, weren’t there?’

Resisting a smile, Azriel pecked her cheek. It didn’t matter anymore.

[purerehua]

how about ricky letting y/n to dress him up or letting her pick his ootd for their random dates? ><

studded

pairing ⇆ zb1 shen ricky x reader

genre ⇆ fluff ; established rs ; date night

wc ⇆ 435

cw ⇆ none i think

"i think you're getting carried away babe."

ricky stays as still as possible, examining himself in the mirror as you run around his walk-in closet searching for more accessories. as you help yourself to a sunglasses drawer you find, you reply back to him.

"what do you mean? you look hot!"

"well yes, thank you. but don't you think the studs are... a bit much my lovely?"

you enter his proximity again, this time wielding a pair of balenciaga sunglasses and a vision. but upon hearing ricky's observation, you realize he might be right.

you dressed ricky up with his usual fashionable monochrome style in mind, but a bit of your own excitedness to dress him up had clouded your own awareness of fashion dos and don'ts. in your eagerness to see ricky in something edgy over fancy, you turned him into... er something. studs everywhere even nineties' goths are shaking in their boots. tentatively, you place the shades on ricky's face to complete the look and he looks so ridiculous you can't help but burst into laughter.

"my bad, i thought it'd be... edgy or something!"

"i feel like we're past edgy, y/n. do you want help?"

"no, i got this! i'll fix this i swear. i just need..."

ricky watches you walk away as you trail off, once again way too serious about his ootd. but as strange as he found it, he loved you and this endeared him too much to really care. true to your promise, you ended up modifying the outfit, making sure all the accessories and accents don't clash with eachother. leaving ricky in a fashionable suit equipped with a tie that held silver chains, charms, and of course studs.

you excitedly once again, placed the sunglasses on ricky and did a fun little showcase of jazz hands to present ricky to his reflection. he stands around for a bit, trying out different poses and teasing you by looking way too deep in thought.

"well?!" already (lovingly) annoyed by ricky's showyness you exclaimed as he continued to pose.

"heh, it's so good y/n. you did so well, i look so handsome. right?"

"of course you do, you're my boyfriend. my boyfriend is always handsome."

the tips of his ears turn pinkish and suddenly ricky is all humble and bashful. you laugh at how quickly his demeanor changed before you glanced at your phone and realized you'd be late for your dinner reservation if you guys didn't leave soon.

"alright let's go handsome, we're gonna be late."

"okay okay, you're right. but next time i get to dress you up, beautiful."

[peoplesgraves]

Desmond The Vampire

Yandere monster harem

~meet the characters~

(Picrew didn’t have red eyes so pretend they’re red)

•Like any good 2010’s ya monster movie, you’d meet Desmond next in much a similar fashion as Ayla. After falling asleep on the couch, one of the rare night Ayla was out and not home to carry you to bed or lay on the ground in front of you protectively, you were awoken by a smack against one of the houses almost comically large windows. At first you’d thought it to be a bird but it turns out to be a pretty cute bat. perhaps if you’d been less tired you’d begin to wonder if you were cursed or something and that’s why so many less than normal animals seemed to be falling at your feet…

•The bat, actually a vampire named Des, as he’d requested you call him, was struck by your kindness. Most who had caught a vampire in such a vulnerable position wouldn’t have let them live, never mind invited them in. Even in a town of monsters vampires were considered more monstrous than most. It didn’t matter how many times you (or later Ayla) claimed the only reason you’d taken him in is because you’d thought he was a regular ole bat, he was reverent all the same.

•Des is immediately taken with you, perhaps it’d been the centuries spent alone since his lover from his human days had elected to die instead of becoming like him and how similar you were to his departed love. In a past life he’d respected her decision to control her own fate but it’d been hundreds of years in near solitude without her, he’d changed. He’d swore to keep you near forever at any cost from his very first glance.

•Speaking of becoming a vampire, Des refuses to speak on it. He’ll tell you anything else you wish to know, his life as a human, his life after becoming a vampire, even the actual experience of going from human to vampire but he absolutely refuses to speak about how he became this way and by who. For a nearly indestructible being it seems to be the only thing that still scares him. Well that and the thought of losing the only one who understands him yet again.

•Unlike some other more modern monster he is from a much stricter time. While the thought of putting his coffin in your room or heaven forbid sleeping next to you as the werewolf prefers to do, makes him feel warm and alive. He insists on sleeping in the attic, somewhere he can make completely dark without disturbing you or your life too much. He doesn’t want to force his love on you , he will if he really has to but he’d prefer to court you properly and prove himself worthy of your love and affection.

•Des is not a nice person, he’s been hardened and made cold and cruel by years of scorn from not only humans but his supposed peers to. Of the constant cycle of fear between periods of more silent simmering hate when vampires tried to make peace and outright vampire hunting parties and public burnings when even a single vampire stepped out of line or other started to get threatened by the growing population. He’d survived hundreds of years of these waves, but his humanity largely had not. Truthfully he believed he had none left until meeting you.

•Should you ever offer your own blood to him he’d refuse outright. He’s been a vampire long enough that he can easily control his blood lust and the frenzy that often afflicted younger vampires but he would never take such a chance with something as precious as his love. He’d also never forgive himself if even if it went right that you’d start to fear him, see him as nothing more than a predator. Similarly he’d never let you seem him feed or even covered in any blood. He doesn’t want you to believe he’s only interested in your blood because he really believes that’s the least interesting thing about you. Instead he’d spend as much time as he could listening to you or sitting in content silence just in your presence, anything to just be with you.

[graciegoeskrazy]

mine

matty healy + teen!daughter!reader

cw: mommy issues, lil yelling, crying, cursing, family secrets

an: i’m back. my b. the beginning is mid but the rest is not bad it gets better basically lol. ty to the anon who requested this. hope u enjoy :)))))

“Can I ask you something?” You asked George in the car.

“Anything.” He said.

You turned down the music and faced George over the armrest. “Who is my mother?”

“Anything but that,” he said, turning the music back up.

“George!” You said, stopping his hand. “C’mon. Just a name?”

“I should not be the one telling you who she is.”

“So you do know who she is…”

He looked at you for a second, knowing you caught him. He sighed and replied. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Ask your father.”

You sighed. “I’ve done that my whole life! He’s never given me anything. Not even a name.”

“Then what makes you think I would.”

He thought then turned to him. “Because you love me and I’m your favorite?”

“No.” He said too quickly.

He reached a red light and you reached over the armrests closer to him, trying to get him to answer and to annoy him.

“George, I’m turning 16 next week. I'm going to have a big party with all my friends over and have the time of my life, and I’m going to plan it all without my mom there.”

“Not the sob story.” He said, hands over his eyes.

“Yes, the sob story! Next year I’m gonna go to prom, and she's not gonna be there to help pick out my dress. Same for when I get married. She’s not gonna be there. I’m going to go through all of these milestones and she's not gonna be there and I will never know why. I don’t even know if she’s alive! I’ve spent the past nearly 16 years of my life wondering what she's like. Is she alive? Is she dead? Did she die during childbirth? Did she kill herself? Does she live back home? Have I met her? Is it someone that I know? I don’t fucking know because my overprotective father won't tell me shit!”

He looked at you for a minute then back at the road. You could tell you were about to break him.

“If she's alive and she doesn’t want to be a part of all those things, then at least I know that she's a bitch who didn't want to be there, instead of lying awake at night wondering.”

He sighed, and you grew hopeful.

“I don’t know much about her-”

“But you know some things…”

He looked at you, “Yeah.”

“Well?”

He pulled over. “You, my dear sweet girl, were unexpected.”

“I figured.”

“Your father had been dating someone during the end of school. We had met her a couple of times, he brought her around. It was whatever. One night, he showed up at my house, it was late. He was a sobbing mess. He told me she was pregnant and he was the father. No one knew except me and the boys. He eventually told your grandparents but they didn’t even know he had a girlfriend so that was a funny conversation.”

You held onto every word.

“She wanted to get rid of the pregnancy but she was already nearly halfway through the whole term before she found out so it was already too late. She said she wanted nothing to do with the baby so it was up to your dad to make a decision.”

“Was he gonna get rid of me?”

“He was torn. He wanted to keep going and do what he could but he also didn’t know if he could give you what you truly deserved then.”

He sighed.

“Your mother left right after she gave birth.”

Tears started forming in your eyes as you looked at George.

“Oh, bubs-”

“I’m fine- keep going.”

He sighed again. “Meanwhile, your dad took one look at his girl and fell in love. He vowed to give you everything he had and more.”

You gave him a suggesting look. He looked outside the window and the roof of the car. Anywhere but at you.

“Her name is Ayla. That’s all I know about her I swear. She never mentioned a job or a family or anything.”

You did it…

He turned to you with a serious look. “Promise me - you won’t go and look her up or cause any trouble.”

You held out your pinky.

“I promise.”

…

It’s crazy what a teenager can do with a name, the internet, and some time. It only took 15 minutes before you found her. Ayla Anderson. Age 33. Born in Manchester, lives in New York City. You were fully aware that George told you to do the exact opposite of what you were currently doing. You were also fully aware that your dad was playing Madison Square Garden in a couple of weeks and you would be in NYC along with him for 2 weeks. It was too perfect. You kept the info in tabs on your computer, occasionally looking over at it whenever you were bored. When the day came a mixture of adrenaline and anxiety took over you, not sure how to feel. Your breathing became incredibly shaky. The freezing New York City air combined with your uncontrollable anxiety became a recipe for unease once you got off the subway in Brooklyn. The 10-minute walk to the unfamiliar address was filled with emotions and questions. What if I got the person and place wrong? What if she recognizes my face instantly? What if she has kids? What if she pulls a gun on me before I speak? What if she just slams the door in my face? In a way, it made the walk seem to go by faster, but you couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing.

The entire apartment building was filthy. Nasty floors that were covered with dirt that hadn’t been cleaned in years, walls that were filled head to toe with writings, graffiti, dirt, and even some spots of blood. The lights that were supposed to fill the hallway either had burnt-out bulbs or had broken pieces on the floor. When you arrived at the door and prepared to knock you heard the sound of cries that only could’ve been coming from a young child. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and knocked on the door, hoping that whatever came next would give you some answers.

“Coming.” A man’s voice answered. The door swung open and revealed a man who appeared to be in his forties wearing khakis, some band tee shirt, with a flask in hand.

You stood in shock. You had no idea who this man was. After a moment of not answering and just staring at his face, he spoke. “Can I help you?” He asked harshly.

“Um- yeah. Hi. I’m looking for Ayla Anderson.”

He nodded and walked back inside, slightly closing the door while doing so. “BABE! DOOR!”

As he disappeared from your eyesight, a woman came into view. You knew instantly. It was her.

You and your dad always looked like twins so to speak. You were the epitome of a mini Matty, but there were always some things that never made sense in terms of you inheriting them from your dad. For instance, your face shape and bone structure were completely different, your nose had a slightly different shape, and your skin tone was completely different than Matty’s. Those 3 things imparticular were staring right back at you when she opened the door.

She looked at you and spoke, obviously not recognizing who you were.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

You swallowed. “Um. Yes- are you Ayla Anderson?”

She tilted her head. “Depends.”

You smiled. Hopeful. Then spoke. “My name is y/n Healy.”

Her eyes widened when she realized your last name. You noticed the change on her face then hesitantly continued.

“Are you-“

“Please go away.” She said cutting you off.

“Are you my mom?” You said it quite loudly but you didn’t think anything of it until she shushed you and spoke in a hushed tone.

“My husband doesn’t know-“ She said, closing the door a little more as she stepped outside, hoping the man in the other room wouldn’t hear anything.

“Are you?” You asked again. Your eyes were glued to her.

“Listen, kid, you need to leave.” She went to reach for the door but you helped it open with a firm grasp.

“Are you my mother?” Your eyes and voice were full of tension.

She sighed, “Biologically…yes.” You softened just a bit. It was her. No more daydreams or fantasies of what she is or could be. It was her.

“But, in every other way shape, or form, I am nothing to you.” Her tone grew serious as she caught you off guard.

Before you could even think of how to respond, a cry coming from inside the apartment cut you off. She sighed and turned back to you. “That’s my kid, listen I-“

“You have a kid?” You asked, cutting her off.

She gave a very sad smile. She felt a wave of sadness when she realized she was handing you life-changing news. “I have 2. Yeah.” She gave a weak smile. “2 Boys.”

You slowly nodded while trying to peek inside the door. “So they’re-“

“And they don’t know you exist.” She said, cutting you off. She got serious again. “And as far as I’m concerned, they never will.”

She crossed her arms and whispered. “I’ve done so good at reshaping my past, the last thing I need is some kid coming and fucking it up.”

You stood in disbelief. How could she be this cruel?

“Why are you even here anyway? Money? You think I got money?���

“I’m not here for money.” Your voice was hoarse with tears.

“Then why are you here?”

You shrugged while continuing to cry. “To see you.” You whipped the tears and straightened up. “I wanted to see you.”

She sighed. “Yeah, well, that makes one of us.”

You were heartbroken.

She looked back into the apartment and then back to you, sighing. “Listen, kid, uh…what was your name?”

She doesn’t even know my name.

“Y/n.” You said, sadly.

“Y/n! Right. Listen, y/n. I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. I’m sorry I can’t be the mother of your dreams or whatever the fuck you had planned in the little head of yours. Whatever you want, I can’t be that for you. Frankly, I don’t want to be.” She shook her head and sighed. “I’m being honest when I say I wish you the best of luck in life. But I truly don’t want any part in that.”

You swallowed and nodded, not having the courage to look up at her.

“Get home safely.” She said, slamming the door.

…

In the thousands of ways you pictured your mom since you were little, it sure wasn’t like this. The ride back to your and your dad’s Airbnb was faster than the ride over there. Time seems to always go faster when you are in your head. Some gave you looks as you sat quietly on the subway back, either of concern or confusion. It was New York City after all so seeing a young woman like you in your state is nothing new for some of these people. You got to your place sooner than expected and quickly wiped your tears before stepping inside. You were hopping to walk in quietly so no one would notice you but that goal was shot down when Mayhem loudly greeted you at the door. Like always, your father and George were sat at the kitchen table doing work. They said hi, not noticing your fragile state at first,

“Hey, bubs!” George said.

You mumbled a weak “Hey.” after getting up from petting the pup.

Your father took notice of your tone, as well as the dried tear stains of your cheeks. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine. I’m gonna go take a nap.” You said, as nonchalantly as possible. It didn't fool your dad and uncle though.

“What’s up with her?” George asked.

“I don’t know?” he furrowed his brows before adding, “I’ll go talk to her.”

…

As soon as you got upstairs you put your backpack down and jumped on your bed, letting out a plethora of tears you didn't know were there. You couldn't get her words out of your head, they just kept repeating in your mind. So much so that you never hear the footsteps your dad made while walking up the stairs and to your room. His knocking on the door took you out of your trance.

“Darling?” he asked.

“One sec.” You grabbed a tissue and wiped your tears quickly before going to the door and unlocking it.

He smiled at you, not saying a word.

You let out a small confused smirk. “What’s up?”

He sighed and leaned against the door frame. “How was your adventure?”

“Fine.” You replied. You held the door slightly closed, not wanting to let him in, Also giving short answers in the hope of this conversation ending quickly. You couldn't hold your emotions sin for that long.

“Fine?” He asked.

You swallowed “Yeah. Fine.”

He hummed before asking, “Where’d you go?”

“Brooklyn.” You said.

“Hm. What’s there?”

“Boring stuff. I just walked around, you know?”

He knew you were full of shit, but this felt different. He could push you the same way he was used to. This felt different. You felt…fragile. “Hm. You okay?”

“Yeah. Peachy,” you said, with a small, obviously fake, smile.

He straightened up and asked again. “You sure?”

You swallowed and slammed the door.

Matty’s suspensions were correct. “Darling, open the door.”

You were already sobbing. You locked the door and slid down it, sitting on the other side. “I can’t.”

His voice got sweet, laced with concern. “Why, love? What happened?”

At this point, George started heading up the stairs. They just heard your weeping and grew even more worried. “Please tell me, love.”

No answer.

“Darling, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. I won’t be mad I promise.”

Still, no answer.

“Are you safe? Are you hurt?”

Matty was now fearing every terrible scenario. “Y/n, please just-“

“I found her.”

He took a breath and thought before speaking, already connecting some dots.

He sighed, “Found who?” He asked, pretty confident he already knew the answer.

“Ayla.” You said, through tears,

“Y/n Healy-“

“I’m sorry! George told me her name-”

“George Daniel!”

George started to turn away but Matty grabbed him by the collar.

You spoke before he had a chance to get mad at your uncle. “She’s 33. Moved to the U.S. right after she gave birth. She lives on 1924 Larklin Street Apartment 4C in Brooklyn, New York where she lives with her two sons and husband.”

He sighed. “Oh my god-“

“George only told me her name. Don't get mad at him. I’m the one who did the research.”

He glared at George as he dropped his grip. “Did you visit her?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You hesitantly said.

“And what happened?”

The tears you thought were starting to disappear came back again at the thought of her words. “She told me to leave. Told me she doesn’t want any part in my life.”

“Fuck.” He knocked his head on the door, sighing.”

Your tears were now at a full 10 and you were slightly struggling to catch your breath. “Why was I not good enough, Dad?”

“Baby-”

“Why does she hate me?”

He sighed.

“What did I do?”

“You did nothing wrong, y/n-”

“Then why don't I have a mom?”

Matty thought then continued. “Because you don’t need her. The universe or whoever is up there knew that I and your entire family were more than capable of raising the best girl known to mankind. They knew that you were exactly what I needed, so they sent you my way with the help of some bitch named Ayla.”

“You don’t believe that do you?”

“The point is, you were sent my way for a reason, and that reason never involved Ayla.”

“You were meant for me. No one else.”

“You thought about those words for a bit and eventually your cries turned into sniffles.

“Can you open the door now?” He asked hesitantly.

You moved next to the door reached up and turned the handle, opening and unlocking it.

His heart winced when he saw you in your crying state. “Oh, my baby.”

He reached his arms out and you fell into his embrace immediately. Your head falls onto his chest. “It’s gonna be okay. I promise you.”

He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

You sat up after catching your breath. “Thank you for being mom and dad.”

He smiled and took you into another tight hug.

George appeared from around the corner and your dad playfully frowned at him.

“Never trusting your ass with family secrets again.”

You and George smiled. “Sorry mate.”

[peachhcs]

i also feel like mack and sammy are more similar and will and blarie are similar so the relationships between all of them are just adorable !

going more on will and blarie he also understands her for why she broke up with mack because he gets it especially with him breaking up with sammy

and of course sammy is definitely a sister to blarie

i totally agree. will and blaire will become really close and so will samy and mack. (also in my active era rn so send more requests in and ill answer!)

au masterlist

mack invited blaire and will over to hang out since he wanted them to get to know one another better because they were the two closest people in his life at the moment (besides his family). blaire was more than happy to hang out, especially because she really liked joe's little daughter, ayla. will had nothing better to do, so he made the drive over.

now they were sitting on the back steps of the porch watching mack run around with ayla and river in a game of what the little kids liked to call "tackle the hockey player." will opted out after being chased five times and blaire got a pass because the little two didn't wanna tackle her.

"they love him," blaire smiled watching her boyfriend run around and the kids were screaming his name.

"they really do. they for sure look up to him," will chuckled.

"i'm sure the marleau kids love you too," the dirty blonde said and the blonde smiled to himself. "yeah, they think i'm pretty cool i guess."

"you know mack talks about you a lot. if i didn't know any better, i'd assume you two were dating or something," blaire teased making both of them laugh.

"yeah, we really can't beat those allegations. he's a really cool person. it's cool you guys knew one another before this," will and blaire met each other's gazes.

"did he tell you that i thought he was super annoying and stuck up when he first came to shattuck?"

"i actually don't know a lot about you. mack kept it quiet," the blonde admitted.

"figures. well, my fourteen year old self never thought he was special or anything just because he played hockey. i thought all hockey players were stuck up, no offense," will laughed, "none taken."

"it wasn't until i actually talked to him that i finally realized maybe he wasn't as stuck up as i thought he was. his dedication was admirable and then we just kept hanging out more and more and then one thing led to another.." blaire blushed as her voice faded off. those days at shattuck seemed like so long ago.

"what made you guys break up?" will wondered not knowing how much of a touchy subject it still was. when blaire fell spent he quickly backtracked, "you don't have to tell me. i was just wondering."

"it was a lot of stuff, but i guess i kind of freaked when we were going to different school across the country. i thought he was gonna leave me or something and i wanted to save myself the hurt so i left before i could get hurt," the girl finally explained and will's chest burned hearing how similar that sounded to what happened to him and samy this past summer.

"i know that one a little too well.." the blonde mumbled making the figure skater snap her gaze to him. will stared at their shoes instead of meeting her glance.

"you do?"

"kind of, yeah. samy and i went through something similar. i freaked too i guess. i thought i couldn't be the boyfriend she needed being so far away. i broke up with her at the beginning of the summer and we didn't get back together until i moved to san jose. i get the feeling though. it's one that just consumes you until it's all you think about at night and you have to do something about it to stop thinking about it," will's head hung low. he hated thinking about this past summer and how much he hurt samy and himself thinking he was making the right choice.

blaire stared at him in disbelief though because he described perfectly the feeling she constantly thought about in the back of her mind and how she fought every bad thought she still had about not being good enough for mack and running when things got serious.

"you get it," the girl mumbled and will finally met her gaze. "i guess i get scared of people leaving all the time whenever i get close to them because my mom left and then my older brother just doesn't talk to me anymore," she added when the blonde didn't respond right away.

"i'm sorry. that sucks," he frowned.

"it's fine. i think i'm finally working through it and mack makes sure i know he won't just leave me like that," they looked back out at the brunette still running around with the littles.

"well, you definitely have a super cool boyfriend and now super cool best friend to the boyfriend, so i'm always here to talk about that stuff if you ever want to," will smiled softly making blaire smile back.

"thanks, will. that means a lot. i can't wait to get to know you more and your girlfriend. you two seem like really important people in mack's life," the blonde flushed.

"you could say that, yeah."

"guys, i'm getting tired. someone needs to sub in," mack called from the yard where he doubled over to catch his breath. ayla and river laughed at him.

"i don't know man, i'm pretty beat," will called back.

"maybe it's time we all head inside? i think we're all tired," blaire laughed and stood up. she watched mack convince the two that they should go inside and then they came running to the steps.

"that was rough," mack mumbled when he made it over.

"they're really good at tackling. that will be good for when they wanna send people in the boards," will joked.

"oh, i'm sure joe will love that," mack said and they all headed inside to see what else ayla and river wanted to do.

[sturniolo04]

hi!! could you make a fic where(no Y/N) and chris has a chronic migraines and nick and matt can only film on his good days and in the middle of a car video he starts having one, then he goes and lays down in his bed, and baths/hot showers calm him down so matt starts a shower for him, maybe some other stuff you can add?

bf!chris x gf!reader

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I did add a girlfriend aspect momentarily I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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it wasnt unusual that Chris would randomly get migraines daily. it had become almost apart of a daily routine at this point and you could always tell when they were beginning to kick in. There was never specific time everyday to expect it, it could be in the morning as soon as he wakes up or even late at night when his is trying to sleep from a long exhausting day.

Nick and Matt knew this was always the case for their brother and that there were very select things they could and couldn't do when he was having one of his migraines. Nevertheless, they always tried to make him comfortable and help him through it when he was in those moments.

So when chris finally started dating Ayla, he didn't really disclose that this was chronic issue and simple labeled it as a headache so she wouldn't be too concerned or worried. she genuinely had no clue how bad they could get because he didn't want her to know how bad they were.

And Today was one of those days were they were extremely bad.

"you okay dude"

matt questions his younger brother as he grew silent in the middle of attempting to film a ar video on a random Wednesday afternoon. Chris simply nodded his head In reply it hurt to much to talk.

"you sure we can stop filming for a little if it bothering you too bad"

nick states placing a loving hand on his shoulder from his designated seat in the back of the car. chris shook his 'no' saying they couldn't finish this video so nick had enough time to edit it before friday.

His head was pounding to the point he could hear it in his ears everything genuinely hurt to the point he completely disassociated from the video and conversation itself. Chris shift his head into the palm of his hand leaning against the car window which caused matt and nick to stop mid conversation noticing the simple actions.

"its starting to really hurt isnt it chris be honest"

matt softly speaks out as chris simple nodded his head 'yes.

"lets stop filming then so you can take a nap or something yeah"

nick states as matt grabs the camera shutting it off.

Chris had finally made it to his room after taking a warm shower that matt made him take to see if that helped. Chris almost couldn't even pull himself to do anything else but put on a fresh love hoodie and pajama pants and climb into bed.

"hey bud here is some water can you drink some to see if that helps a little"

nick states coming into the pitch black room sitting on the bed next to chris' body covered with his covers.

"thanks"

chris groans out softly sitting up and taking a small sip from the glass and setting it back down.

"how is it feeling"

nick geuinely question hoping for a positive answer.

"not good at all i feel heavy everywhere"

chris slowly trails off as nick begins to comfortingly rub his back as he lays back down on the bed.

"and on top of that i feel like I'm going to vomit"

chris states honestly. Nick growing a little more concerned. Chris' migraines were bad but never reach the point of the potential felling of vomiting. ever

"im sorry chriss"

nick pouts out to his younger brother

"matt i dont know its bad"

nick states to him after leaving chris' room and making his way to the front room where he was.

"noo"

matt gasps concerned.

"yeah like he says that he is feeling the intense vomiting feel at this point and that as never happened"

nick huffs out sitting down next to him.

"never well do you think we need to get some medicine or something I dont know"

matt suggests begining to look up the best type for migraines specifically.

"maybe do you think we should call ayla maybe I mean she knows about this right"

nick suggests not sure what else could help.

"i mean she knows but i dont think she knows how bad they get for real because chris didn't want her to know"

matt states finding her contact in his phone.

"lets at least call her and maybe she can pick up some advil or something'

nick sighs out as matt dials her number.

"hello matt"

ayla's voice finally cuts through once she answered.

"hey ayla um nick is here too"

matt states as nick state a soft 'hello'

"okay hey nick whats up"

she begins.

"okay so you know how chris gets 'headaches' randomly"

nick states specifically using that word because that's what chris told her.

"oh no is he having one right now"

she quickly exclaims.

"well yeah he is but its really really bad the thing is though this is normal for him he doesn't just get headaches they are legit chronic migraines"

matt trails off as she grows silent on the other ened

"i didnt know that why wouldnt he tell me"

she asks kind of hurt by this big secret.

"i think he didnt want you to worry about him"

nick huffs out.

"just come over i think he might need you and if you can pick up some advil it might help too"

matt sighs as she lets a quick 'see you soon' before hanging up.

immediately after hanging up matt and nick hear what sounded like a door closing causing them to get up and check on chris becoming concerned.

'hey you okay chris"

matt asked through the closed bathroom door that he and nick were standing in front of. Instead of getting a verbal reply they simply hearing the audible sound of vomit spilling into the toilet.

"oh no he's throwing up"

nick quietly gasps to matt covering his mouth.

"hi"

ayla greets being met with matt and nicks face. She hugged them both.

"i broght advil and some pepsi for later"

she continues slightly chuckling.

"okay good you can actually go up now if you want he ended up throwing up for few minutes just before you got here so"

nick sighs out.

"oh no thats not good"

she states pouting slightly.

"yeah let us know if you or he needs anything"

matt states before she made her way up to his room.

Her heart broke at the sight of her boyfriend hiding under the covers in attempt to escape any sliver of light. Ayla carefully made her way over to the bed to sit next to his laying figure.

"chris"

she quietly whispers award his covered back a couple of loving rubs to slowly get his attention. Chris slowly shifted the covers off of his face, it softening when he is finally met with her loving face.

"hi"

ayla coos as he cracks a soft smile completely grateful she showed up knowing matt and nick probably called her. Chris without saying anything lifted the covers up for her to climb into bed with him, her immediately accepting.

"im so glad youre here it has been a really bad day today"

chris mumble nuzzling his face in her neck bringing her closer to his body in the process.

"im sorry i brought your favorite though-- advil and Pepsi"

she lightly and quietly chuckles.

"my absolute favorite"

chris huffs jokingly tightening his grip on her.

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[girlwithadragonheart]

Chapter 13 - Shared Burdens

This story contains major spoilers for Dragon Age the Veilguard. Read at your own discretion!!

Kalais x Lucanis

Summary: Kalais meets with Inquisitor Lavellan, swapping stories of journeys passed. Neglecting to let anyone know she was leaving, Lucanis panics

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Swearing, talk of abuse, I think that's it (let me know if I missed something)

A/N: Your Honor, I just love them

Chapter 12 DATV Masterlist Chapter 14

It’s always raining in Dock Town. The cloudy skies cast a darkness over everyone. No light is shed on the horrors and misfortunes striking the people daily. 

It just goes to show. At the end of the day, no matter what I chose people would die. I kept my head down as I made my way to the Cobbled Swan. The Inquisitor wanted to meet with me.

When I entered, she was sitting alone at a table by the windows, staring out of it absently. 

“I’m here,” I smiled sitting down across from here. “It isn’t just “Inquisitor,” is it? You were someone before that.”

“Ayla. Clan Lavellan. We try to be no one you’ve heard of,” She gave me a grin. “Morrigan is holding a perimeter. We’re alone. Tell me what Solas did at Elgar’nan’s ritual,” she said, sitting forward.

“Sounds like you already know,” I said hesitantly.

“I need to hear it from you,” she told me.

“Elgar’nan raised his Archdemon. Solas got us out of there. We saved a lot of people,” I answered.

“You sound grateful,” she observed.

“I am. He really did help.”

“It seems so. He’s always thinking about where it ends. How many of his names do you know?” She asked. “God of Lies, Dread Wolf, Fen’Harel. They’re titles he earned from enemies, followers, and fractured history. I once called him by another name. Friend.”

“Some friend.”

She chuckled. “Do you always agree with your friends?”

“We’re pretty aligned on where or not to destroy the world, if that’s what you mean,” I said.

“I will never excuse what he’s done. He’s killed people I held dear. You know this, too,” she told me.

“But…?”

“He became those names when he fought the gods, and regret for his world turned into destroying ours. Sound familiar?” She asked me.

“You’re making us sound like Solas. That’s uncomfortable.”

She huffed a laugh. “We’re not like our enemy. They’re making us do this.”

“Simple as one of Varric’s morals. Don’t become what you hate,” I said.

“Or trapped by what we’ve lost. Also one of his.” She glanced away, her expression melting into one of fondness when she looked back at me. “Tell me about the team you’ve built.”

“Are they a concern? Or…”

“You’re handling things. This part, what you have now… I just miss the banter about friends,” she told me, shifting in her seat.

I smiled slightly, glancing out the window. Of all the stories I’d heard about the Inquisitor, most in Tevinter made her seem like some kind of tyrant with the Inquisition after saving the world. Like once it was all over she completely switched gears. I knew it was bullshit, but to be under her wing of kindness was unfamiliar territory for me. I’d only had two people stick their necks out for me—Dorian, and Varric. And funny enough, they had both been a part of the Inquisition a decade ago.

The rain outside pattered against the window, a muted rhythm that filled the silence Ayla left hanging between us, an unspoken understanding of what it meant to lose and to fight.

I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tracing the edge of the table as I considered her request. “The team,” I started, my voice steady but low. “They’re… not what I expected. But they’ve become more than I could’ve hoped for.”

Ayla raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a faint smile as her violet eyes shone with amusement. “Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“There always is,” I said, letting out a small laugh. “Lucanis, for starters. He’s a walking contradiction—sharp as a blade, but just as protective. He’d throw himself into fire for anyone he cares about, even if he’d grumble about it the whole way.”

Ayla’s expression softened. “A man like that can be dangerous in all the right ways.”

“Don’t I know it,” I replied, shaking my head with a smile. “When I went with Varric, I didn’t expect to be the one leading. But I guess he saw something in me.”

Her gaze flicked down for a moment, a shadow crossing her features, but she nodded. “Varric’s always had a way of seeing people for who they are. He was the same with me when the sky exploded. He was always someone you could turn to if you needed someone to lean on or to laugh.”

I nodded, my chest tightening at the thought of him sitting in that room in the Lighthouse, barely healed enough to be up walking around. I thought about the other flickering in my mind. “And then there’s the unexpected ones. Taash. Bellara. Davrin. Each of them carries something—grief, anger, hope. They’ve all lost, just like us, but they keep moving. They keep fighting.”

Ayla tilted her head, her eyes searching mine. “And you trust them?”

I paused. “I have to. We don’t have the luxury of mistrust anymore.”

Her smile was faint but genuine. “You’ve built something rare. Don’t lose sight of it.”

The rain continued its relentless rhythm, a quiet backdrop to her words. I studied her for a moment, the weight of her own burdens evident in her expression, even as she tried to mask it with compassion and a touch of humor. “What about you?” I asked. “Do you have that? A team, a family?”

Her grin was fleeting, more wistful than amused. “I had that once. A ragtag group of misfits, much like yours, I suppose. We fought battles we weren’t meant to win. And we didn’t, not always. But we had each other.”

Her words hung in the air, a reminder of what could be lost. Of what I was trying so desperately to hold onto. “And now?” I pressed gently.

“Now, I have Morrigan. And Cullen, with all the family he has left. Our mabari, Barkspawn.”

“I’ve heard tales of the Commander,” I said quietly. 

“I’m sure they’re… colorful.” She sighed. “My husband holds many regrets, but the Inquisition was his chance to redeem himself.”

“Is that how you met him?” I asked.

Her smile softened, and for a moment, the Inquisitor seemed to shed the weight of her title, the sharp edges of command dulled by a memory she clearly held close. “Cullen and I met during the early days of the Inquisition. He was trying so hard to hold everything together, even when the world felt like it was falling apart.”

I leaned forward, curious despite myself. “And you? Were you trying to hold it together, too?”

She chuckled, the sound light but tinged with a bittersweet undertone. “I suppose I was. I didn’t set out to lead anything, let alone the Inquisition. I was just… another elf from a clan trying to survive. But sometimes, life has other plans.”

The rain outside picked up, drumming more insistently against the window. Inside the quiet warmth of her words contrasted sharply with the cold gray world beyond. “I’ve heard about what the Inquisition accomplished,” I said. “But not much about what it cost.”

Her violet eyes met mine, and I saw the weight of those years reflected there. “It cost everything, Kalais. People, trust, innocence. But it also gave us something—a chance to build, to protect what mattered. Cullen reminded me of that every day.”

She paused, her gaze flicking back to the window as though she could see the echoes of her past in the rain. He was a man haunted by his choices, by what he’d done in the name of duty. But he never stopped trying to be better, even when he thought it was too late.”

I thought about the weight of my own regrets, the ghosts that followed me. “Did you ever think it was too late for you?” I asked, glancing down at my hands on the table’s edge.

She rested a hand over mine. “Every day,” she said softly. “But Cullen never let me believe it. He saw me—not as the Inquisitor, not as some symbol or savior, but as Ayla. And I saw him, too. We found strength in each other, even when we had none left for ourselves.”

The room felt quieter somehow, the rain outside a steady rhythm underscoring her words. I glanced down at my hands, flexing them as though I could feel the weight of the lives I carried. “It sounds… rare. To find someone like that.”

“It is,” she agreed, her voice soft. “But you already have, haven’t you?” She asked, tilting her head. “You’ve built something rare, Kalais. A team, a family. Don’t let the darkness make you forget that.”

Her words settled over me like a cloak, offering a kind of solace I hadn’t realized I needed. “It’s hard,” I admitted.

“I know. It’s a lot of responsibility for anyone to carry,” she said gently.

“Responsibility can be a chain,” I said, my voice soft.

“Or a purpose,” she countered, her eyes meeting mine. “Don’t let it chain you, Kalais. Let it guide you. Because at the end of the day, it’s the people we fight for that make all of this worth it.”

I nodded, her words settling somewhere deep inside me. Outside, the rain kept falling, but inside, the conversation left a warmth I hadn’t expected—a reminder that, even in the darkest places, there were still connections to be made. Still reasons to fight.

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The walk back to the Eluvian was uneventful, the rain soaking through my cloak despite my best efforts. The rhythm of it, the steady drum against the cobblestones, seemed to echo Ayla’s words in my mind. A team, a family. Don’t let the darkness make you forget that.

The dim glow of the eluvian came into view, its blue glow breaking through the cold gray haze. I put my hand against it, seeking the Lighthouse before stepping through. The warmth hit me first, and I shed my cloak, hoping to get it through to my bones and shake the cold rain off. I heard the sound of footsteps—quick, sharp, agitated.

“Where the hell have you been?” Lucanis’ voice cut through the quiet, a mixture of relief and exasperation. He appeared from the shadows of the hall, his vest half unbuttoned, and his hair disheveled like he’d been running his hands through it over and over.

I froze, taken aback by the raw emotion in his tone. “I—what?”

“You didn’t tell anyone where you were going,” he snapped, pacing against, his boots thudding softly against the floorboards. “Just gone. No word. No explanation. I thought—” He stopped abruptly, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Maker, Kalais. I thought something had happened to you.”

I took the few steps to close the gap between us, reaching for his hands. The second my palms hit his fists, his hands relaxed. I held them gently, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I’m okay,” I told him.

Lucanis’s eyes trailed to the side, and I caught the faint purple haze of Spite to my left. His face was close to my neck, scrunched in concentration, when I looked at him with a raised brow, he straightened quickly.

“Rook. Sees Spite.” His face scrunched again before relaxing slightly, though that crease between his brows was always strained. “Smells like. Salt and rain. Not Kalais.”

“It’s Dock Town,” I told him with a small smile. I wiped my hand over my wrist, holding it out to Spite. “See, it’s me.”

He brought his face close, breathing in my scent, carefully inspecting me. “Dock town?” Lucanis questioned. “You went to Minrathous? That place is crawling with Venatori.” He frowned.

“I know,” I admitted, glancing back at him with a tired smile. “I was meeting with the Inquisitor.” Lucanis stared at me, his eyes narrowing. I cupped his cheek gently, “I’m here. Safe.” I gestured down at myself. “See? No harm done.”

Spite, still hovering near, let out a soft growl of annoyance—or perhaps approval. It was always hard to tell with him. “Smells true,” he muttered before stepping back and disappearing into the deeper shadows of the Lighthouse.

Lucanis let out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Kalais, you can’t just—” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “You’re going to send me gray, I swear.”

I smiled faintly. As I stepped closer, his hands braced my hips, and I dragged a hand through his hair, not missing the way his eyelids fluttered. “Gray would suit you,” I teased, my voice light, though my chest tightened at the lingering worry in his gaze.

He huffed a reluctant laugh, his shoulders finally relaxing. “Next time, tell me. Or someone. Don’t just vanish.”

“I won’t, I’m sorry.” I gave him a peck on the lips.

Lucanis’s sigh was heavy as he dragged a hand through his hair, the exasperation in his movements giving way to something softer. His dark eyes lingered on me, and the shift in his expression told me he’d noticed something I hadn’t meant for him to see. His gaze swept over my face, and his hands moved, thumbs brushing over the faint shadows under my eyes.

His touch was so gentle for hands so stained with blood.

“When’s the last time you actually slept?” He asked, his tone gentler now, though the concern was unmistakable.

I blinked at him, caught off guard. “I slept last night,” I said easily, my hands circling his wrists. I didn’t know if I was trying to push him off or hold the warmth of his hands cradling my face. 

Lucanis frowned, his thumbs now swiping my cheekbones. “You look exhausted, Kalais.”

I gave him a wry smile, trying to keep things light. “Well, you know… saving the world can do that to a person.”

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t even crack a smile. Instead, his eyes stayed locked on mine, unyielding, as if waiting for the truth to slip out whether I wanted it to or not. The weight of his gaze was like a silent invitation---or maybe a challenge. I swallowed, my feigned humor faltering under the steady warmth in his eyes.

Finally, I sighed and looked away, my voice quieter when I spoke. “It’s just… a nightmare. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing if it’s keeping you up,” he countered softly. His eyes trailed down, like he couldn’t bear the weight of the darkness in my eyes. His right hand followed his eyes, and he started squeezing the rainwater out of the ends of my hair, his focus shifting as if grounding himself. “You should get out of this armor,” he said gently, his voice soft but insistent.

A part of me wanted to protest, to tell him I was fine, but the way he looked at me---like he wouldn’t accept anything less than my well-being---made the words catch in my throat. Instead, I nodded, my exhaustion creeping in as the adrenaline from Dock Town ebbed away.

Lucanis gave me a brief, searching glance, then gestured back up the stairs. “Go. I’ll be behind you.”

I arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. “Enjoying the view, no doubt.”

His ears tinged faintly pink, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “You’re impossible. Go,” he repeated, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “I’d like to think I’ve earned a little trust.”

With a dramatic sigh, I headed to my room, pulling the door halfway closed behind me. I shed my armor piece by piece, the weight of it almost symbolic as it clattered to the floor. My linen undershirt clung to me, damp from the rain and my own sweat, and I swapped it for a dry tunic before calling out, “You’re missing a golden opportunity here, Lucanis. Most people would kill for this kind of show.”

“Mierda, Kalais,” he groaned, his voice muffled through the door. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m just saying,” I teased, buttoning my shirt up halfway. “You don’t strike me as the bashful type. You’ve certainly seen worse.”

“I am trying to be decent,” he replied, his accent thick with his exasperation, though amusement peeked through his scolding tone. “But if you keep pushing, I’ll toss that out the window.”

I laughed softly as I opened the door, finding him leaning against the frame, arms crossed. “All done,” I said breezily, and his eyes flicked over me, his expression softening when he saw the faint smile on my face.

“Sit,” he said, gesturing toward the edge of the chaise.

I raised an eyebrow but obeyed, my legs aching more than I cared to admit. I sat up against the arm of the chaise, putting my legs up and letting myself relax just a bit. Lucanis grabbed a towel from the small dresser and stepped closer, pulling over a stool as he sat behind me. His fingers deftly worked through the braids in my hair, undoing them with surprising delicacy.

“You know,” I murmured, a teasing lilt in my voice, “for someone who kills Venatori with their bare hands, you’re surprisingly good at this.”

Lucanis huffed a quiet laugh. “Don’t tell anyone,” he said, his voice warm. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

I closed my eyes as his fingers worked through the knots and tangles in my hair, the steady rhythm of his movements oddly soothing. For a moment, the weight in my chest lightened, and the tension in my shoulders began to ease. The world outside seemed distant, and I allowed myself to just exist in the quiet comfort of his presence.

“Thank you,” I said softly, the teasing edge to my voice fading.

“You don’t need to thank me, pequena polilla,” he said, working out the final few strands from my braids and running his fingers through my hair.

I smiled faintly but said nothing as he started scrunching the soft towel in my hair to get out the rainwater. I was unwilling to break the fragile peace that had settled between us. The silence stretched, but it was the kind of silence that felt safe, like an unspoken understanding.

His hands were gentle as he pulled my hair over the arm of the chaise, and I laid my head back, letting my eyes flutter shut. “It’s always the same,” I whispered. 

His hands stilled for less than a second before resuming his ministrations.

“Tevinter,” I said. “The magister who… owned me. His wife---she was kind. The only kind person in that house. But when she died, he…” My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. “He blamed me. Said I brought the sickness that took her.”

Lucanis didn’t speak, but his hands stroked through my hair, grazing the most sensitive parts of my neck and making me shiver. His presence was steady, grounding, and it gave me strength to continue.

“I never see his face,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “But I remember how he looked at me. Like I was nothing. Not even a person.” The memories clawed at the edges of my mind. “He hated me,” I said quietly. “More than the other slaves. More than anyone.”

Lucanis shifted, and his hands were off me. I opened my eyes when I felt the dip in the chaise beside me. Lucanis sat on the edge, facing me, and he took my hands, brushing his thumbs over my knuckles. After a moment, he looked up at me, bringing my knuckles to his lips.

“You did not deserve it,” he said softly. “You are not his. You’re free, Kalais. And no one---no magister, no nightmare---can take that from you.” He held my mismatched eyes with his brown ones, glancing between them with sincerity.

His words settled over me like a balm, and I felt a lump rise in my throat. I nodded, though the weight of his gaze made it hard to speak.

He reached up, his hand brushing against my cheek. “You are stronger than the chains he put on you.”

A tear slipped down my cheek, and he caught it with his thumb, his touch gentle. “I don’t feel strong,” I admitted.

Lucanis’s brow furrowed slightly, his hand moving to cup my face fully. “You were raised in a hell of his creation. And yet you endured. That takes more strength than most could imagine conjuring.”

I leaned into his touch, the warmth of his palm chasing away some of the lingering chill. “And you call me impossible,” I feigned a scoff, playfully rolling my eyes through the tears trying to fall. A smile tugged at my lips despite myself.

His own lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned forward, pressing them to mine gently. “Because you are,” he grinned. I raised a brow, and he chuckled. “Rest. I’ll be here with you.”

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hello!!! may i request second part of "once upon a time there a blue love"? thank you

(i think it would be cute if you included small moments between reader and Felix because they're cousins and I'm curious about how their relationships are and if reader told him about her and luka and their separation yk in episode where he was introduced as Argos. I'm also happy that you wrote moment from season 5 about Luka moving away because i can barely find any Luka x reader that catched up to season 5)

feel free to ignore this request and this suggestion. i just wanted to say that i appreciate your work and that you're doing great writings. take care!!!

I'm replying to these two messages, this one took a lot of work Thank you for liking my content, I worked hard on part 2 (3864 Words ) Again remembering that my English is not the best, it is not my original language ;P

Your requests are an order!

(angst, fluff at the end, Gabriel is still the worst person, Félix already knowing things without you needing to say it, Marinete and Adrien dating, season 5 spoiler)

(Part 1:)

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕻𝖙 2

Once upon a time...

There was an elegant house with noble people They lived rich, rich in black hearts At the top of that mansion, there was a room, a room with a window, a window with a marvelous view, but it belonged to a lifeless room, a room where a person who loved too much was imprisoned, you, Oh, poor girl, she saw from her window everyone else being free, while she stayed and lamented not being good enough for her beloved, who is far away and with whom you can no longer converse, And all because her father is concerned about her status, so concerned that he didn't think twice before imprisoning his daughter, like Rapunzel in her tower.

"—And how is she doing?" Nino asked as he placed his hand on Adrien's shoulder, who was approaching the circle of friends.

—My father still says she's sick, and she doesn't seem to leave her room when I'm around," Adrien said, sighing sadly as he remembered how, after the events and Luka's trip, she was practically "isolated" in her room, which according to her father, claims she's too ill to leave. This raised suspicions among some friends, especially Marinette and Ayla.

"But we haven't seen her in a week!" Rose said, hugging Juleka, causing Adrien to sigh.

"I know, but from what my father told me, she got sick during one of the rehearsals and now needs to rest, especially because he doesn't want me to get sick too."

Now, this seemed even more suspicious to her friends. Marinette looked at her phone, seeing her friend's list of unanswered calls. She then glanced at Adrien, noticing how he seemed a bit down, and approached him. Despite her feelings for him, she placed her hand on his shoulder, making him look at her.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine," Adrien smiled at her, while everyone else agreed, not wanting to make the situation sadder."Have you tried calling her?" Ayla suggested, looking at her friend Marinette, who was frantically using her phone as if trying desperately to get in touch with you."No, my father told me she dropped her phone in one of the fountains while landing, and that's why she got sick"Something is definitely wrong.

Meanwhile, you were locked in your room, unable to leave your eternal "punishment," still not understanding why things were this way. You realized that your father was making you feel lonely again as you looked around the messy room. You got up from the bed and looked under it, spotting a decorated and locked box. Pulling it out, you removed a key that was attached to your necklace, along with another one that Luka had given you in the past. You used the key to unlock the box, and you smiled upon seeing the various items it held—a small Viperion plushie that Luka had won and gifted you during one of your encounters, numerous song lyrics, and a few other objects given by your friends, the ones your father hadn't confiscated.

You realized how much you resembled your past self, feeling empty, lonely, and above all, with no one to talk to or confide in. You closed the box and locked it again, tucking the key inside your shirt as you climbed back onto the bed. You clutched your blouse and felt the other necklace Luka had given you, hearing the door open behind you without even looking back.

"Your father told you that you will return to modeling again, and this time he expects you to comply," Nathalie said as she fiddled with her tablet."By the way, your dinner will be delivered to your room again. I hope you eat this time," Nathalie turned to leave without waiting for your response, closing the door behind her, and you could hear the door being locked. You sighed sadly, then walked over to the window, looking out at the landscape that thankfully hadn't been taken from you. You gazed at the distant Eiffel Tower and the starry night that adorned its background, thinking about how beautiful the night was despite being alone in your locked room. You prayed that Luka was okay.

"I've already talked to Luka about the situation," Juleka said as she joined her group of friends. Marinette, being the great planner she was, was trying everything to make things calmer. "He told me to send his regards to her and that as soon as she can, she should call him."

"I still find this very strange!" Marinette said as she got up from the sofa in her room and started pacing in circles. "I mean, after Luka's sudden departure, a few days later, Adrien says that (name) is sick? There's something wrong here."

"Look, this time I even agree, but it could also be true. Don't you guys remember it rained last week? And do you remember the photo in the magazine that day, right? It's clearly (name) in the rain posing, so obviously, she would get sick!" Ayla said as she tried to ease the situation.

"Yes, true, I saw it!" Rose said while standing beside Juleka, making her nod in agreement too.

"But still!" Marinette said before a hand was placed on her shoulder, making her look back to see her friend Ayla.

"Look, that's enough, Marinette. I think you should put this aside, especially since you have a date with Adrien tomorrow."

"Yes, that's true!" the girls said, making their friend Marinette blush, while she tried to speak but gave up.

Meanwhile, (name) put on her fakest smile as she continued to pose at certain locations. "Yes, perfect! Very good!" the photographer exclaimed as he continued taking photos, with you striking every pose and wearing a cute outfit. Finally, the photo shoot was over. "Break time," he said, and you sat down, your smile fading, returning to your sad expression. You spotted Nathalie approaching with her tablet.

"You're doing well, because of that, you can choose what you'd like to eat," she said, looking at her tablet without leaving your side.

"I-I think... I'd like some (your preferred food) from Dupain-Cheng Bakery, please," you said, looking at the ground before turning to Nathalie.

Nathalie gave you a quizzical look before sighing and going to her driver, who then got into the car. Nathalie returned to your side, looking at her tablet and tapping away. You let out a tired sigh, sitting down, swinging your legs and looking around to try to pass the eternal boring time. In the meantime, you glanced up at the blue sky, watching the birds fly by and catching a glimpse of a red and black blur streaking across the sky, heading somewhere. "Here you go, eat while you still have time," Nathalie said as her bodyguard and driver handed her the Dupain-Cheng Bakery bag containing the food you had requested.

"Thank you..." you said in a low tone, almost like a whisper, looking at the school and smelling the sweet scent of the bakery where your friend lived.

"Tomorrow is the Diamond Ball, so after your session today, we'll take you to the studio to order your dress. Your father wants you to look good," you only nodded, listening to Nathalie go over your schedule.

Since you returned to modeling, your father refused to let you be alone, so you were always accompanied by Nathalie, who, although she seemed fine, you couldn't help but glance at the equipment on her legs, wondering if something had happened to her.

"Come on, show me a look of comfort! A look of longing, as if you were reminiscing about seeing these flowers!" the photographer said as he asked you to hold a bouquet of red roses, sitting on a picnic blanket with flowers all around. "Not like that!" he said, looking at your expression. "Show more emotion! A little happiness! See how beautiful these flowers are!" he pointed at the bouquet. Looking at the bouquet, you saw a blue dragonfly land on a rose, and a faint memory of a garden you went to with Luka came back to your mind, making you miss him. You gave a small smile as you buried your face in the roses, inhaling their sweet and fragrant scent, smiling at the memory of the day he asked you out.

"Yes! Perfect! Very good! Keep going!"

"Would you like any roses? A ribbon or some colorful embellishment?" asked the seamstress as she took your measurements. "No need for color, just white will do. The outfit Mr. Agreste designed only requires adjustments elsewhere," Nathalie replied as she tapped on her tablet. You watched as the seamstress took your measurements to add to the dress. And of course, you were also looking at the shoes, which your father had also designed, but for some reason, he wanted everything to be perfect.

"Welcome, Mrs. Agreste," the guard said as he allowed you and your father to pass. Your gaze remained melancholic, though not enough for anyone to notice that you were sad; it simply showed that you didn't want to be there, which clearly you had no choice in. Sitting on a sofa, you waited and watched everyone there enjoy themselves, not letting on as some tried to talk to you or somehow get your attention. All you did was divert your gaze until you reached the soft white couch.

"You look sad, did something happen?" a voice asked, and you looked to see what appeared to be your brother."Hello to you too, Félix," you said as you closed your eyes and leaned back on the couch."You always know how to identify me no matter what," he said, almost laughing if he didn't see your tired expression. He approached and sat beside you."What happened? You're usually more lively," he said as he looked at you, prompting you to release a tired sigh.

"My father..." Félix sighed with his words, but before he could say anything more, looking at Gabriel in the distance, a voice came to your rescue.

"Hello, (name)!" You opened your eyes, seeing Kagami. You blinked as she sat down on your other side, and you straightened up. It had been a while since you talked to any of your friends."You haven't been to school anymore. I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better now?" You looked away, glancing at Gabriel in the distance, almost choking."Yeah, of course, I was kind of, you know, sick... you know, now I'm better!" You said, not wanting to know what kind of lie Gabriel had told Adrien for him to be able to tell the others like this.

Before Kagami could ask another question or say anything else, you suddenly got up.

"You know, I'm going to grab a drink or something to eat, be right back!" you said as you almost ran away. You didn't want to talk about anything, but what could you say? Tell them that your father didn't approve of relationships and that he had put you on indefinite punishment for lying, running away, and breaking the one rule he gave you? How could you talk about this situation?

Near the food area, you grabbed some sweets to try to occupy your thoughts and emotions. As you looked at the dance floor, you saw your cousin, who resembled your brother, dancing with someone. Not wanting to say anything, you simply ignored it.

You entered the bathroom after eating some sweets and looked in the mirror, observing your well-groomed and elegant figure, your perfectly done hair, and your fancy dress. This wasn't you. The only thing you saw that truly belonged to you was your necklace, which you had hidden under the dress. Pulling it out, you looked lovingly at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the necklace that Luka had given you.

"Luka..." You never stopped loving him, even though your father had locked you in your room. You never stopped missing him. Crouching in the bathroom while looking at your necklace, you caressed it, hoping that someday you would find him again.

"Adrien!" you heard someone shout, looking out of the plane window. You saw Marinette running towards the airplane stairs with Adrien following behind.

Ah yes, it seems you weren't the only one with a forbidden affair. You watched Marinette and Adrien kiss before the bodyguards separated them. A wave of déjà vu came over you when you saw this scene, which felt so familiar. You saw Adrien being dragged onto the plane and placed in his seat, looking out the window while crying.

You averted your gaze and saw the plane starting to move to take off. You lay down, holding your blouse and feeling the necklace underneath it. You prayed and wished that you could find Luka.

"This will be your room," Nathalie showed you the hotel room. You saw that the view was nice, but it wasn't anything special. It was just another room where you would be confined. You leaned on the balcony railing, looking at the horizon and feeling the wind tussle your hair.

"It's only for a few days..." you commented, resigning yourself to the situation, holding the necklace that Luka had given you once again. You sighed with sadness.

"Can I stay in the park for a while, please?" you asked your bodyguard, who was currently looking after you while you posed for photos since Nathalie had fallen ill and couldn't make it. You looked at him, waiting for a response, and he saw the sadness and emptiness in your eyes, so he nodded in sympathy. You smiled weakly as you hugged your bodyguard. "Thank you..." He just patted your head and pointed to a bakery nearby, and you nodded. He would be in the bakery while you stayed in the park.

You watched your bodyguard's back disappear as he entered the bakery, and you smiled as you sat on the park bench, feeling a sense of freedom being away from supervision. However, a sad sigh still hung on your face, as if you were feeling trapped.

"A smile suits you better," you choked when you heard someone speaking, a familiar voice. Looking at the owner of the voice, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Luka..." you said softly in a whisper, getting up from the bench. Your hands trembled. The boy with blue-tipped hair smiled as he approached slowly. He was nervous, hoping it wasn't a dream. He hugged you when he was close enough, burying his head in your neck.

"I missed you so much!" he said as you returned the hug, feeling the tears you had held back for so long, also feeling the boy's tears staining your clothes.

"Luka!"

"You didn't call me anymore, I had no sign from you. I thought something had happened. But then Juleka told me you had gotten sick, but that's not true, is it?" Luka looked at you, asking for confirmation, but all you did was bite your lip and turn your face away. "Why are you hiding, love?" Luka asked as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it.

"I..." You didn't want to talk. You didn't want to burden Luka. He wasn't at fault. You didn't want to speak; all you wanted was to be with him now.

"Please, (name), you can tell me," he said as he hugged you, stroking your hair.

"It was him, wasn't it?" You lifted your gaze to Luka before turning away again.

"I won't force you if you don't want to..."

"Someone told my father about our relationship. He doesn't accept the fact that I'm dating someone who isn't 'famous' or a friend of my father's. He took away all my technology so I couldn't talk to you or our friends. He thinks me leaving was a terrible idea. I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault... it never was..." Luka placed his hands on both your shoulders.

"B-but! It was my fault. I didn't follow my responsibilities; I was careless, and I couldn't talk to you either... It's my fault... I just... my father, he just...!" Suddenly, an irritated expression crossed Luka's face.

"It doesn't matter!" You looked shocked at the boy as he wiped away your tears and put on a gentle smile.

"No matter what your father says or what the media wants, you've made me the happiest boy on the planet, and I've missed you so much since we were apart. You keep being the song that plays in my mind. I don't care if others see; I love you, (name)!" With that, Luka put his hand on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his, and finally kissed you. Not a peck or just any kiss—it was a kiss of love, one that showed how much you both loved each other. Amid that romantic moment, several people stopped to look at both of you.

"(Name) Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister and Gabriel Agreste's daughter, kissing a boy in a public park." That's what people thought as they passed through the park, and some took photos.

"I love you, (name)," Luka said as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you too, Luka..."

"It seems that it wasn't enough," Mrs. Tsurugi commented as she listened to the latest news report that Gabriel was speaking in.

"Your children are being disobedient, unlike my daughter. Yours are out of control," Gabriel groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen, seeing the photo someone had posted. The photo itself wasn't particularly striking, just a girl taking a selfie with you and Luka kissing in the background. Similar photos like this ended up in some local newspapers, especially in the fashion industry, which only added to Gabriel's irritation. As if it wasn't enough to have to punish you, Adrien followed suit, and now just when it seemed like you were behaving, you go and kiss some random boy...

"It's not working... I think I'll have to proceed with the plan," Gabriel said as he looked at another screen, watching the cameras showing you, Adrien, and Kagami lying in white beds in a room that resembled a sanitarium.

"Let's begin..."

"(Name)!" Luka called out, running to you. You looked at him sadly, and he stopped, now concerned, as you turned.

"(Name), my love, what happened?" He placed a hand on your shoulder, seeing your back.

"Let's break up..." The boy's expression was shocked when he looked at you.

"What do you mean, (name)?" He seemed to want it to be a lie, hoping it was a lie. You had met again just a few days ago, and now you wanted to break up. Didn't you love him?

"(Name)?" You pulled away from the boy.

"Let's break up! I don't want to see you anymore!"

"(Name), if you can explain to me what's wrong, I'm sure we can find a way..." he said, trying to hold onto some hope.

"I don't like you, Luka. Why can't you understand that? I don't want this anymore!" You said angrily to the boy, who looked at you with sadness. He tried to reach out to you, but you simply pulled away until another random boy appeared, taking you away, leaving Luka shocked.

"(Name)....?"

Upon waking up, Luka realized it was just a dream. He brought his hand to his face, wiping away the tears, and sighed, feeling his heart calm down. He reached for his phone, checked the time, and saw his wallpaper—a happy photo of both him and you. He smiled, knowing it was just a nightmare, and that as much as it seemed real, it wasn't. You loved each other too much for something like that to happen.

He held onto the necklace you had given him on his birthday and looked at the ring on his finger—a ring that symbolized your relationship.

That is until...

"Bring back Adrien and Kagami!" Luka didn't know what had happened, but suddenly, everyone started getting akumatized. He knew it had something to do with the nightmare he had because his father and the secretary had reported having extremely heavy nightmares and couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Let's go! We need you!" Bunnix said, opening a portal for them to pass through.

"Thank you, Luka," you said as you leaned against him, watching your friends having fun in the pool at your house. You couldn't remember anything, and all Luka remembered was that suddenly, while fighting to break the akumatized rings, there was an explosion in the sky, and then he woke up, noticing you beside him. He wished it wasn't a dream now, and that you could be together.The look Marinette gave him was enough for him to know that you were now by his side, to stay.

"I should be the one thanking you," you looked at him confused, while he chuckled and gently kissed your lips, leaving both of your faces blushing and happy. "I'm lucky to be dating an amazing girl like you, (name)!"

"I love you, (name)!"

"I love you more, Luka!"

Applause came from some friends who were nearby, watching as you kissed again, but this time, it was to confirm something you both already knew— that you loved each other.

It took me 2 days to finish!!! And I finally finished!!!! Amen! I hope you liked it, if you want I can do another part :)

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