#my veins are in blue and purple shade

[fingertipsmp3]

Is it just me who cannot figure out their colour season

[yovrnewromantic]

WORTH IT

ex!husband eddie munson x reader

based on the hc! by me that eddie kidnaps your kids, charging kisses for ransom wc: 1.2K

“You know you can’t keep doing this.”

Eddie can hardly hold back a pout. He knows you’ll criticize him if he lets it slip, reminding him that ‘he’s a grown man for goodness’ sake’ even though his puppy eyes never fail to succeed against you. Except once. Only once, when you filed for divorce circa 12 years ago.

Filed into the back of the van, your children are pressing their faces up against the glass windows. Their eyes are wide, noses are upturned, fogging up the glass with each breath— looking like the myth of pig-men came to life and are giddy to draw smiley faces and ‘hi mom’s into the steamed up glass. Unlike you, they enjoy when their dad kidnaps them, waving their teachers off with forged letters so they can hobble into his car and fiddle with the stereo as he stops at the florist, and biting their lips to stop their excitement when they see your old camaro pull up.

Forget-Me-Nots lay half-forgotten at Eddie’s side as he ruffles his already messy curls, mesmerized as you step out the car, mom jeans and rock shirt hanging loose. You look as beautiful as the day he met you. Some days, he feels like it is the first time he met you, his heart paralyzed by a certain type of warmth at the sight of your face. It’s like everything around you disappears and he recognizes his purpose. You. You make him feel like a teenager in love.

“Eventually I’m just gonna call the cops on your ass.”

Angry is not how you would describe yourself in the moment. The first time it happened, hell, you were pissed. Smoke practically blew out your ears when he first called, interrupting himself with giggles while he announced “The prince and princess of, phh, Munsonville have been exiled along with the King. Haha, oh um— If you wish to see them ever again, you must pay the price!” After the second, third, fourth, and tenth time, it’s only become a nuance.

“Hi, Mom!” your daughter calls out, voice muffled. Her hands are sprawled against the window, the hair that was once well-kept into two braids is now fuzzy and tangled. Her brown doe eyes peering at you, standing on her tippy toes to see. Looking like the splitting image of her father. Behind her, your son is playing with Eddie’s electric-blue guitar, strumming the string so harshly that you cringe, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s still staring at you.

Dumbly, Eddie just sticks the bouquet in your face, his fist inches from your face. “M’lady.” Through the thin stems of your favorite flower, you can see his lopsided smile.

Rather delicately, you take the flowers from his grasp, looking at them for a second too long to keep up your uneffected act. These must’ve been on sale, you assure yourself. He doesn’t remember the flowers you walked up the isle with, he couldn’t have. When you can finally drag your eyes away, your brows are furrowed. Something fluttering in your stomach as Eddie tilts his head, usual shit-eating grin strangely sweet. Small indigo petals flutter to the ground as they’re knocked off their branches from impact of hitting Eddie square in chest.

“Ow!” He lifts his arms up in defense. The purple-blue veins that flex on his bicep matching the shade of the dwindling flowers. “Y/N!”

Finally, easing your attack, your chest rises and falls as you point a finger at his chest. “Give my kids, Munson!”

“Mrs. Munson!” Again, you raise the flowers to wack him over the head, but Eddie’s hand grips your wrist, holding it in place and smiling innocently at you. “You know the drill by now.”

Groaning, you hide your face in what’s left of your flowers, a red hue rising on your cheeks. It’s embarrassing— giving in this easy to your ex husband’s demands, but there’s a special spot in your heart for Eddie that just. won’t. go. away. No matter how many dates you went on, no one could replace him.

Eddie’s hands are gentle as they pry your hands, and flowers, away from your face. He’s close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath. Harshly sighing through your nose, and trying to convincingly eye roll, you choke out, “What do I owe this time?”

“Well, seeing as it took you ten extra minutes to get here from the estimated time…”

You shake your head. “I was busy explaining why the teachers didn’t need to issue an amber alert, dipshi—.”

“Ten kisses.” He’s too happy with himself, rocking back and forth on his heels as he watched the disbelief transform your pretty face.

“Ten?”

He raises his brows, playfully puckering. “Lay ‘em on me, honey.”

It’s never not awkward, begrudgingly (not really) approaching your ex husband with slow, torturous movements. Fingers finding his tattooed skin— which you used to color before you became adults and life went to shit, tracing up the expense of his arms until your hands connect around the back of his neck. He’s nibbling his lip as you inch forward, impatient. When your lips are close enough to touch, your breaths sync and your eyes meet. Heart racing, your eyes flutter shut. Lightly, the plush of your lips meet his— always surprising— soft lips. One.

Again. Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Eddie can’t help himself. His hands fly to your waist, squeezing the flesh he can reach and pulling your closer, shoving his tongue in your mouth when your hands tug on his hair. He tastes just as you remember, like tobacco and cheerios. As his tongue explores your mouth, you moan into his. Betrayed by your own body, dammit. His lips twitch against yours. When his teeth start to clash against yours, that’s when you pull away, a thick string of saliva connecting you. Nine.

Your eyes are hazy, a dumbstruck, lightheaded feeling coming over your body as you lean forward again. Foreheads connecting. Your noses nudging. Panting into each other’s mouth. Far too sensual for a divorced couple. Eddie finishes the last kiss for you, pecking your lips. Your breath hitches when he drags his teeth against the bottom. Ten.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he chuckles, panting. His large palm finds the bottom of your ass.

“Go to hell,” you whisper against his lips. “Kids!”

“Already in the car, Mom!” Tucked in the back of the car, seat belts buckled, your children look unimpressed. Your cheeks go bright red as you adjust yourself, trying hard not to stomp to the car as you avoid contact with Eddie, who walks slowly, cockily, behind you.

“I’ll call you later, sweetheart!”

You shove your hand out your unrolled window, middle finger up. Eddie’s laugh makes your chest tighten, but you won’t let it show, flipping on your sunglasses and pulling the fuck away from him. Eddie smiles as his kids wave through the window, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a knowing look on his face.

He’ll win you back eventually.

—

p.s. 💋

“Mommy, are you and daddy getting back together?”

With your grip tightening on the steering wheel, knuckles turning your white, you meet your five year old son’s clueless eyes in the review mirror— the product of the last time you got back together with his father. “Not a chance.”

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[creatingblackcharacters]

"Do Black People Blush?" Bringing brown complexions to life

Inspired by this ask

So, do Black people blush?

We are human beans 🤣! Blood rushes through our veins! This isn't just a nonblack misconception either; I know plenty of Black people who think we don't blush. Stop saying that shit. It's not true! If you thought this at any point, I'm glad you learned, TAKE THIS L IN SILENCE! I am sparing you the indignity of saying this out loud, ever! 🙏🏾

Jokes aside, the actual issue usually lies with the depiction or description. Depending on our skin tone, most of us aren’t going to turn ‘bright pink’ with a blush (if you write that in your y/n or roleplaying fics, that’s an easy way to negate a good amount of your potential Black audience). Think of a cherry coke- how you still see the tint of red in it, but it’s still brown? Like that.

One way to dodge this in writing is to say “flushed”, or “ears/cheeks became hot”. This is describing the physical action of blushing, without having to describe the color of someone’s face. If you’re really nervous about not writing us correctly via blushing… there you go!

Colorism

Okay. So this is something I’ll likely do its own lesson on, because there’s no way I could encapsulate it into one little blurb and I’m not going to try! After asking the internet an admittedly confusing question 😅, one thing I was able to reaffirm is that people have different opinions on what ‘dark’/’darker’ skin tones mean. People recognize that different cultural upbringings and contexts will change what that means! And that’s good- that an important part of the larger conversation!

However, I want everyone to understand that you don’t have to be Black to be dark/’darker’ skinned- you can be Black and very pale! We discussed that in the last lesson! There’s no ‘singular point of brown-ness’ that designates a Black person as ‘Black’- there’s an entire sociological conversation behind that!

My point is, this isn’t a ‘oh Black people OVERALL aren’t depicted blushing properly’- because there are ‘lighter’ skinned Black people that wouldn’t suffer as much from this particular issue.

Blushes and Undertones

Three Links for Tips on Medium to Deep Skintones

Different complexions are going to require different colors, there's not a 'one fits all' option. However! What we want to do for deeper brown complexions is to focus on BOLDER, not lighter! Putting light pink or a white person’s ‘nude’ on our skin will often make us look ashy and undercolored. And we don’t like looking ashy.

"It looks like they're ashy!"

What do we mean when we say this about a piece? Well, worse case scenario, it looks like this:

This was NOT one of KD’s better days, and he was thoroughly mocked for this. He got more than enough money for lotion! Anyway, when we say that your art looks ‘ashy’, it means that it feels like the skin of your Black character is gray, or dead. Like a corpse. We don’t look like that unless things are dire.

In fan and professional art, you can sometimes find people user a grey undertone for deeper shades of brown on Black people: NO! We are NOT grey! We are not pitch! Many skin shades of brown can be found based in the oranges and the reds. Based on lighting and depth of complexion, you might even have to go into the blues and purple to capture the brown you’re seeking.

I’m begging us to stop desaturating the browns we use. We can see the difference. It’s usually one of those ‘White Man Painted Brown’ techniques I discussed before; an attempt to ‘make a character Black’ without really committing to it because the brown skin tone ‘doesn’t look good’ to the artist. Brown is beautiful! Commit to brown! Commit to the full design!

Put in the work to create the brown you need!

While this is a traditional art piece (follow Ellie Mandy Art, a Black creator), I want you to notice how she incorporated many colors to create the deep brown for her piece.

-8:05 for the list of paints

-8:05-17:29 for the process

She used black, yes, but it was nowhere near the base color. She incorporated blues and reds and other browns to capture that depth. It wasn’t ‘toss in a bunch of black or grey to get the brown darker’. (SKIP TO THE END TO SEE HOW GOOD THIS PIECE IS, BTW. I felt like I was in the presence of a master watching her do this, fr. We gotta pay artists more.)

I want to use this model as an example to show that while we might get very dark, we're still not 'pitch black'. You can see the flat of the black of their clothes versus their deep complexion. They're not the same!

Even if your character's complexion is very deep brown into black, you still need to incorporate ‘life’ into them (if that makes sense). And you know what? Even if you want to describe your characters as having ‘black’ skin, that’s fine, but there are still other ways to do it- obsidian, the night sky, velvet. Find a way to romanticize our skin (there’s an entire conversation about how ‘black’ is used in a negative connotation in language and storytelling, and we’re ALSO going to have that conversation later!)

A Real Simple Way (i.e. how I do it)

I tried, but I cannot find my skin tones palette link anymore. I’m sorry! But, it’s been essential to my character design. If you don’t ever buy anything else, I would HIGHLY suggest investing in a skin tones palette for your art program.

Everyone say hello to Philia, my OC! I’m used to drawing her, so I’m going to use her as an example. Now remember, I am still an amateur! But this is how I do it!

Admittedly, I do the one on the left when I'm feeling lazy, but more often I'll take the time to do the one on the right. Now here’s the thing- I’m not actually blending the red into the brown. This is on a whole different layer. What I’m actually doing is adding to and fading the color until it’s at a color that I feel is natural. There's definitely an easier, smarter way to do this, but that’s what I like to do- I like to see the stages slowly until I’m comfortable.

You have to mess around and practice; see what looks good and what doesn't. Go into the reds, the oranges, the pinks and observe how it looks- I may go through multiple before I settle on one. It’s really just a matter of getting used to drawing Black skin tones and how they look in different lighting. This one's not perfect for sure.

Resources

Here are some really good posts and Youtube videos on how both to paint skin, and to add blush tones. And remember, as per my usual, the best way to learn how the draw and paint Black people is to follow and learn from Black artists! Another good idea might be looking into Black makeup and Black SFX makeup artists. As people that work with skin on a regular basis, they would be a good place to study what colors can and should be used on different skin colors as a whole.

ami0amii

Likelihood Art

Tiara Anderson

Proko

Sinix

Ross Draws

In summary, focus on bolder colors, be willing to test until you get what you need, and practice! All you can do to get better is to practice! And as always: it’s the thought that counts, but the action that delivers!

[wifeyoozi]

Lee jihoon - Popsicles for dessert

w.c : 1.5 k ┊ synopsis : jihoon's tired of all the pink underwear teasing and shows you he doesn't wear one┊ content warning : smut , bestfriends to lovers kinda , blowjobs , big dick jihoon , really big dick jihoon

a/n : aka the prompt ask y'all had been waiting for is finally here. Crack and smut.

 It's all because Soonyoung.

He started it.

The whole pink underwear drama. Jihoon, for the fact, does NOT wear pink underwear. Maybe he wore them once for the sake of one of his ex’s kinks. But he doesn't own pink underwear. There's black and there's dark grey and there's dark blue. A red one for when he's feeling extra freaky. Nothing pink.

And yet all of this fuss and teasing. And it was still bearable when it was just the boys teasing him.

But then you caught on that inner joke. Well, more specifically, soonyoung told you. On purpose. Knowing how big of a crush Jihoon had on you, his best friend. And you found that funny too. And then you started teasing him about it. And he's so embarrassed. 

And today it happened again. You two were just discussing your lives lately, and you told Jihoon about all the new make up you bought recently and how much you love that pink lipstick you got from your favourite brand. A sudden shit-eating grin spread across your face and Jihoon instantly knew where this was headed to. 

“You know, Jihoon, what else is pink”

Jihoon groaned, “oh my god, not you too! Not again!"

You giggled at his reaction, “your underwear Jihoon! You wear pink underwear, don't you? Little pink panties?”

Jihoon groaned, burying his face in the throw pillow on the couch. As you continued teasing him, he snapped. 

“God, y/n, I don't wear pink underwear,” he whined loudly, suddenly standing up, “should I show you or something?”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Why not, show me the proof.” There was a glint of mischief in your eyes. Jihoon should have known this was a bad idea. But he was tired of all the teasing already. He hastily untied the knots of his grey sweatpants and pulled them down to his thighs, revealing his slick black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. 

Your eyes widened. And the colour of his underwear wasn't the reason. It was the big bulge at his crotch which you couldn't take your eyes off. Your mouth watered at the sight. “God, Jihoon,” you were speechless. 

Suddenly shy again, Jihoon attempts to pull his pants back up, but you stop him, your hand on top of his as you move closer. He definitely has a really big dick hidden in there for the bulge to be that big.. And he wasn't even hard. Well, yet.

Your free hand moves and cups his crotch. Jihoon flinches but doesn't push you away. Instead, a soft moan leaves his throat before he could think. “Y/n what are you-”

“What fucking monster kind of dick you have in store here, Hoonie,” you can feel his dick come alive under your hand, the bulge growing as if it wasn't massive already. You palm him through his boxers. His hands fly to hold your wrist, stopping you. He really will just cum already if you keep doing that. You look up at him with a pout. 

“I want it,” you demanded, as if you were a little girl asking for candy or ice cream. Not able to hold himself back, his hand briefly looses over yours and you take the opportunity to instantly pull down his boxers, freeing his cock as it springs up, hard under your attention. 

“Oh my god, hoonie, it's so pretty,” you say, taking Jihoon's cock in your hand, examining it as though it was your first time seeing one. It was a pretty thing indeed, thick and long and only slightly darker than his fair face. It was a pretty shade of pink at the top and the purple veins prodded throughout the length. Its shape was just perfect, not too wonky or long and drippy or ugly. It was the kind of dick every girl sees in her dreams and every artist draws for their characters.

Jihoon, on the other hand, was trembling. Two minutes ago, you two were bickering. Now you had his dick in your hand. A shudder passed through his spine and he let out a whine as your tongue suddenly lapped over his head. “Y/n, you-”

“Shh, baby, sit down on the couch. I cannot stop myself from tasting this cock.” It was like you were hypnotised by his cock and he by you. He sat on the couch, his underwear and sweatpants pooled at his ankles. He opened his legs wide, giving you space to kneel in between as you take hold of his cock again. 

You lick over the length again, dragging your tongue along the veins, making Jihoon moan and groan and grab a fist of your hair. You loved when he pulled, the sting making your panties damp. You take the tip in your mouth whole sucking on it slowly. 

You try to take his dick deeper in your mouth, holding your breath as you do, before his cockhead touches the back of your throat, and it's just half way there. You forced your gag reflex to soften as you took him as deep as you can, wrapping your hand around the rest of it. You suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, feeling encouraged by all of the filthiest noises you head jihoon make. 

His hands grab your head, not pushing or pulling, but just holding it as a support as you commit yourself to giving the best blowjob you might have ever given. Your pussy feels so wet at the thought of taking this monstrosity in it. You can't take him today. You're gonna need training for it. But jihoon will help you stretch out for him. And then he'll fuck you till you can't think about anything other than his dick and how well it's fucking you. Your clit throbs. God, you're so cockdrunk over him.

Your other hands come to play with jihoon's balls, who seem big and heavy from his cum. He's close already, you can tell. So you suck on it till he's cumming down your throat with a whiny shudder, his hips tutting up in your mouth reflexively. You drink in all of his cum, the bitter-sweet malty taste making you only want more. 

Jihoon's panting. He just recieved what would be the best blowjob of his life. God, you should be put in a porn film with skill like that. His head falls back, catching a breath, as you climb on his lap, giggling as you lean in to kiss him. It's messy and wet and filthy, but he loves it. He could still taste himself on you. He wraps his arms around your waist.

It's all because of Soonyoung. 

He started the pink underwear rumours, spread it to you, had you tease him and it led to this. He's thankful to his best friend for it, but he wouldn't say it. He might write a nice song for him though as a thank you.

[anadiasmount]

u and jude being in the same friend group and ur all together on a trip, though jude has been in love with you since day one and on the first night there u two sleep together, leaving u confused and wishing for more knowing things couldn’t be the same after the special night <3

no one knows - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 2.5k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

psa 🗣️: hii!! ik i said this would be posted sooner but i got sidetracked (what’s new… also don't hate me i didn't proof read...) ANYWAYS... this does contain small bit of smut so minors dni! like always hope you enjoy 🤍

the soft waves of the hammock you laid on rocked slowly as you stared out into the almost night sky. the different shades of orange now purple and blue, tiny star appearing in the distance, waves hitting the shore making the whole atmosphere just at peace. it was a king day of travel, having missed your first flight due to a delay on the train.

you had arrived last, but it didn’t matter because you were finally with your friends, wanting to make most of the trip you had planned. you changed into a knitted crème color swimsuit, loving how it fit and hugged your figure, accentuating your curves and pushing up your cleavage just right.

everyone inside was asleep, but you couldn’t go to sleep without wanting to watch the night fall. you loved the beach, the smell, the feel of sand, how your hair went to its natural state, and the feeling of freedom. you quickly got distracted by the click of the door opening, footsteps approaching where you were.

“hi,” you squeak as you see jude lean against the palm tree pole, shirtless and wearing similar shorts as your bathing suit. “you okay? you were the last to arrive and your here alone,” jude asked softly not being able to hold back the gulp at how dreamingly your body looked under this ray and light.

“i’m okay… just can’t sleep for some reason,” you stifle a small laugh, “plus i haven’t seen a view like this in so long, i just wanted too see it, i mean take a look.” jude obliged, looking around in a daze at how the night sky looked now. “yeah you’re right… i feel at ease,” jude nodded.

“how come you’re still up? is everything okay with you?” you sat up, propping your elbow and the back of your hand resting on your temple, your full attention on jude. you couldn’t deny but feel a tad bit confused he was here. jude never really spoke to you an when he did it was short and simple. so you wouldn’t be surprised if he made small talk and left.

“jet leg i guess? you’d think after all the constant travel i’d be used to it but it’s always difficult to fall asleep after a long flight for me,” jude explained taking a seat on the wood chair that was by the balcony. you hummed in response, your hand dragging up from your thigh to your hip letting it rest.

you sensed he wanted to tell you more, his fingers tapping against his massive and toned thighs, his eyes adverting from you to the sea. jude wasn’t shy, quite the opposite, and he knew in this moment it was now or never. “do i make you nervous?” you ask slyly, standing and walking over to him. you hated feeling awkward and left out around him, and you needed to know the reason behind it.

jude was a complete different person in his games, in public, around your friends, yet, he treats you so differently which threw you off the edge. jude roamed your eyes from your tanned shiny legs, your curved torso and bust, his heart stammering against his chest as you looked so willingly and utterly beautiful. “or do you just hate me?”

“hate you? why would i hate you?”

“don’t know… you tell me. it’s like this every time we’re around each other. the tension? you can’t even look into my face? you barely speak a word to me? if i’ve done something to offend you, let me know so i can apologize,” you spoke dearly, following his exact movements by roaming your eyes on his figure. legs spread out begging to be touch, abs defined, with veins adorning his arms. jude was fucked, all he could think about was you in this damn bathing suit and the silly theory you made in your head.

hate you? that’s impossible.

“what if i told you it was the opposite? what if i told you i’m infatuated by you?” jude looked up, standing and over towering you, your gaze shifted from confident to shy. your eyes lowering as jude looked down at you. “that when i’m around you all i can think about is you. how you look, smile, talk and walk, smell… it’s so infuriating to be this madly in love with you and not being able to do a thing about it…” jude confessed, drawing the air out of your lungs, like the wind that breezed the night sea.

“i feel like you’re lying to me…” you couldn’t help but say. a hesitance of insecurity, and that’s there’s absolutely no way this man was in love or was confessing any sort of feelings when actions proved otherwise. “why would i lie to you hm? i’m being completely truthful here y/n,” god the way he said your name had you trembling your knees. “you can’t be jude. we’re so different-”

“that’s what you think, and it’s all in your head. tell me this second you don’t feel it? the magnitude sensation for me to approach you? i can see it in your pretty face darling. now it’s you who can’t even look at me? or yet talk,” jude inches closer to you, seeing your chest rapidly raise up and down.

“you’re everything to me… i’ve had to resist myself because i have no idea if you feel the same way. i’d rather love you from a distance than be embarrassed and you not liking me back…” jude traced with his fingertips along your forearm. “don’t you see it? everything i’ve done it’s because of you… i wouldn’t be here if you weren’t y/n. i just want you…” his pleading and vulnerability in his voice had you gulping a response.

“let me show it to you hm? how you make me feel… how you deserved to be treated,” you nodded feeling the heat rise in you. the familiar desire to be wanted, appreciated, touched by a man like jude. “please jude…” you said in a small whimper, looking up where jude had a hungry gazed, lips slightly open. “show me-”

you remembered how cool the wall was when he hit your back against it, kissing you deeply, so messy and hot. how his hands traveled from your side and around your spine, gripping your ass as he ran his tongue down from your jaw and pulse point. you could feel everything, how big jude was, how hot his skin was to your touch, how desperate the need was.

he had dragged you to his room, his lips never leaving yours any second. it was so vivid in your head, how your back pressed against his chest, how his fingers slowly traced your abdomen down to inside your bottoms, his fingers covered by you slick coat, adding the bit-test of pressure on you clit rubbing it in small circles. all you could focus on was the determination and how hot he looked like this.

jude untied the bows from your bottoms, freeing you completely. he felt like he would die any second, this was real and no turning back. he could’ve watched you all night like this. so sensitive with the smallest touch.the familiar burn in your tummy when he sunk into you with a forceful thrust, hips curling and rocking to pleasure waves of emotions, the heat between your legs as he talked you through it all. the flicker in his eyes when you moaned and begged his name, how your nails scratched against his back asking for more and more.

“you belong to me… don’t you forget that y/n…” he kissed you sloppy, pushing one last thrust and spilling into you. it wasn’t just one round, he made sure to take you against the wall, balcony, shower, and the small couch in his room, in many positions too. he wanted to savor the moment like he imagined. this was way better than his dreams and thoughts in his head. you were so tight, so wet, very much made exactly for him.

the heavy weight on top you made you wake up early. you were used to waking up this early, but not with a hot body on top of you. with one eye barely open you looked at the digital clock, showing just before 7am, the whole house quiet. you looked around before your eyes landed on a sleepy jude, tucked between your arm and head nuzzled into your neck.

your heart raced, not being able to control your confused and guilty emotions. last night was real then? not a sick dream in your head or a movie, it had happened here in his room. “oh shit…” you whispered, chest sinking down as your controlled your breathing. you had to get out, feeling a tad stuck and rushed in space. this wasn’t supposed to happen… even though it felt so right. so meant to be.

you had managed to sneak jude to his back without waking him up. his lips pursed and brown drawn in, breathing heavy. you changed quickly back to your bikini, leaving the room how you had remembered. you ran a hand against your hair, the need to throw water in your face to cool the warmth in your cheeks. you weren’t used to this. you never did one night stands or had friends with benefits relationships. if that’s even what it was.

you couldn’t help but think maybe jude was lying to just get into your pants. you had seen how jude was like when around other woman. but you weren’t other woman. you we’re y/n. the shy but outgoing, smart but naive, and overly patient y/n. you didn’t want it be like them, or seen like them either. all you could think of was him. his brown eyes and stupid gentlemen demeanor.

you avoided him anywhere he was or walked in. the only way you could escape and let go of things was this. you weren’t used to this and didn’t have much experience so you did what you were best at which was ignore jude. but even your friends had noticed you were off and that there was a glow to you. drawing attention from everyone and the person who caused it all.

a small part of you did have a twinge of faith… what if he wasn’t lying? what if everything he proved to you last night was exactly how he felt? what if he was madly in love with you? that you were the woman of his dreams? that it wasn’t just sex and there was raw emotions included?

the ghost feeling against your back made you shiver, realizing it was jude who stood behind you, locking you with both arms extending out to cage you in as you cut up fruit. “you left me this morning,” jude spoke into your ear, feeling your weight shift from one foot to another. “i didn’t want anyone to catch us,” you say shaky, making up a lie knowing part of it was true.

“you’re lying to me…”

“am not. let me go… i-i-i need to bring this outside.”

“you are darling, you think i didn’t notice? you can’t even look at me without talking to me, and you’ve ignored me the whole day thinking i haven’t realized that,” jude let you go but followed behind you speaking a little louder. “lower your voice! i haven’t said anything to anyone!” you hiss, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the pool room. “what is it you want from me?” you say pleading.

“i want you! i thought i made that clear last night. not just with sex, but with my confession? before we fell asleep? don’t tell me you forgot that,” you shook your head. “i’m just having trouble to process all this, jude… i feel like we’re making a huge mistake…”

“to whom? to our friends? or to you?” jude asked sincerely. you always seemed to put them first over yourself and jude noticed that. “why would it be a mistake? if at the end of the day what we have is real…”

“jude it’s been one night together between us! look at us now! i can’t risk our group falling if we don’t work out jude! it’s not fair to them, to me and you!” you tried to reason but jude shook his head. he stood up from where he leaned, his broad frame over towering yours again.

“why are you so adamant we won’t work? we’ve barely been given a shot here! you’re overthinking it y/n. they don’t have to know a single thing pretty girl, not unless you don’t want them too.but for once think of what you want and your heart desires. not what your friends say. forget them and for once think about yourself,” jude spoke, grabbing your hands.

“i want us to work more than anything y/n. i’m not lying to you and have never gave you the reason either. i’m a good man y/n. just let me in here,” he poked your heart, seeing a sad smile appear on your face. “we can’t be so quick to judge without even trying! why is it so hard to do that? i just want to be with you, i’ve suffered enough as it is already,” jude was pleading, wanting to do anything to keep you here with him.

“and if we do and i lose you jude? people have walked in and straight out of my life. what if we try and it’s going so well just for us to part? i can’t handle losing someone else i love,” you whimper, tears of exhaustion and pain let out. “imagine me now and then? i’ve always thought what’s best for myself and i’m just confused jude… why me?” your voice sounded strained and from another dimension.

“why not you? you’re perfect y/n. anyone who thinks other wise must have been dropped into their head. you have everything that makes me so drawn to you… your eyes… your smile… your way of being… your hair… your everything. you’re everything i want and i’m willing to prove that to you however you ask. just let me be the man you need pretty girl…” jude rested his forehead against yours, his thumb stroking your jaw as you began to fall deeper into this new wave and world with him.

“no one knows. just me and you jude,” you kissed him feverently. the aching burn in your chest as he kissed you with such devotion and power. you shivered beneath him, arms wrapping around his neck and pulled him closer. jude let out a small groan gripping your hips and pushing you to his lower body. there was no self-control here, no professionalism. he quickly became your favorite taste, and feeling. just two humans brought together in the most correct and soulmate way.

two humans who had no idea what was ahead of them.

[euphorajeon]

boxer!gguk masterlist

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers

— summary: stories of pierced and tattooed boxer jeongguk who has a particular affinity to kisses (and his girl-friend).

— status: on-going

→ drabble #1 | 0.9k

after not seeing each other for two years, jeon jeongguk shows up on your doorstep with an arm full of ink and two piercings on his face.

→ drabble #2 | 1.6k

after the incident in the living room, jeongguk thinks it's okay to drag you around anywhere he pleases, including the boxing gym he frequents. cue more teasings, more kisses, more innuendoes, and of course ... more intrusive thoughts.

→ between grocery trips and boxing sessions, where do we stand? | 3.3k

after too many trips to the grocery store and boxing gym, the blurry lines start clouding your vision. he’s determined to set things straight—his way.

→ you bring colors (to my life) | 1.6k

a splash of red, a hint of purple, a huge amount of a shade of light blue. he's covered in colors, and you can't stop staring.

→ yeah i know (you'll always stay) | 4.3k

a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.

→ taste your whiskey kiss | 1.2k

long-haired jeongguk is a menace. long-haired, glasses-wearing jeongguk is even worse.

→ color you in | 3.1k

jeongguk just wants to do his coding assignment in peace. you won't let him.

→ in the sheets | 1.1k

a sleepy jeongguk in the morning is very soft and whiny, a stark contrast to the usual annoying and full-of-tease jeongguk. (either way, you love him all the same.)

→ oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | 0.8k

you just want one bite.

→ the love upon your eyes | 0.9k

when your mind is cloudy with sleep, jeongguk takes the opportunity to gaze at you, lovingly.

→ trippin' over, gettin' lost on you | 12.4k

a visit to the coffee shop you work at rewards jeongguk not only with a cup of coffee and a plate of brownie, but also with something else simmering deep in his veins. a challenge is issued, and all hell breaks loose.

[hanasnx]

idk if you’ve talking about this before, but what do you imagine anakin’s dick to look like??

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i've talked about it a little but it's about time i update my thoughts:

! ── in my head, i mainly use the "horse vs bull" concept in my head to divide characters' dick appearances. for example, han solo has a bull cock. it's formidable, it's thick, it's manly in the "traditional" sense.

! ── ANAKIN SKYWALKER has a horse cock. it's long, and sure it's got girth but it's not the same as a bull's girth. ykwim? for the most part, in my head, he's an insane nine inches. can barely bottom out in a cunt that can't take it. and he had to be taught how to use it, how to roll his own hips, how to angle hers. otherwise he was just ramming in and hoping for the best, which is a sure fire way to get his partner crying and writhing (not necessarily an unwanted reaction if his partner is into it).

! ── he trims his pubes, which are curly and coarse and darker than the hair on his head. trimming is regular since he takes his "hygiene" seriously, which is really just an excuse to perform constant maintenance on himself. he has a very defined v-line, and two thick veins that persist from his waistline, one longer than the other.

! ── he's a show-er rather than a grow-er. it swings when he walks, and he has to strap/arrange it a certain way to keep it secure during battle. obi-wan has caught this kid bending forward to angle his hips toward the floor so he can pinch the cloth at his crotch and move it up and over his halfie. trying to give it more room in the purchase of his pant leg rather than it trying to stand against the tightness of the crotch-area of his pants. he was prone, more than most, to random erections.

! ── i think about @ohgodmyeyes's headcanons about anakin's dick a lot. more specifically how it "outgrew him" & "earned him looks in the communal shower" it's been a while since i've seen it but one of my favorite anakin posts of all time tbh. indy hall of fame posts. i think the post also mentioned something about how it's likely he was uncircumcised. so there's that. when i find the post again i'll link it bcos it deserves more recognition

! ── some of those thinner pubic hairs climb down onto his inner thighs, as well as a thick vein on his left. he's got long thighs.

! ── his sack is relatively unremarkable. it's of average size, maybe hangs a little lower than a guy of his age should. it's a little darker of a skin tone than the rest of him.

! ── in my head i go back and forth between two contrasting appearances of his shaft depending how i'm feeling. some days his base is skin toned, paler, until it gradients closer to the head. any prominent veins are blue, and he's unblemished. the skin has a certain tightness to it that reminds you of his hand, how defined every tendon and line is. other days there is blemish texture, and it's tanner than the rest of his skin, which is a little looser than the former description. both shafts end in a mauve toned swollen head. which can blush a darker shade of purple when he aches and depending on how i'm feeling.

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

I want to establish the blood colors of my green humanoid aliens and I cannot decide if it should be a slightly clearer copper green blood or a dark purple blood, how does any of these colors would affect blushing and anger?

different blood colors are so fun for alien design! here is an article on blood colors in different creatures that will probably help you out. it has a diagram of the chemical compounds that affect blood color.

as for the blush color, i usually figure that out with brush and layer effects in digital art.

(image description: simple colored busts of a basic green alien design with long ears and antennae. each image shows six busts, three shades of green skin, and two colors of blush, green and purple. the first image shows flat colored skin with the blush color added via a 50% opacity shade layer. the second image shows fully shaded skin via the use of deep, vivid, and mulitply brush effects, including more of the blush color in the shading all over while being more concentrated at the cheeks and ear tips. end description.)

I personally prefer to use the brush effects because it allows me to apply blush color more organically and have it come through the skin of the whole body. blood color affects more than just the cheek blush, after all. it can have a subtle effect on the color of the skin as well, depending on how translucent the skin is. veins also might show through in some areas, but they aren't necessarily going to match the blood color (as seen in humans, where the veins we can see best usually appear blue)

if you go with green skin and green blood, the blush color will be more subtle and come across as a slight darkening of the skin. if you go with green skin and purple blood, the effect will have greater contrast and the blush may appear a little blue or brown depending on what shade of green you use for the skin.

[twinksrepository]

September prompt 03

Rating: PG

Pairing: Levi X GN!Reader

CW: self-depreciation

Word count: Roughly .5K

A/N: Prompt number three, based on the dialogue "Your hands are warm."

Images belong to Solmare.

There’s no preamble as you open the door to Levi’s bedroom, a squawk of your name as the Avatar of Envy bristles at your lack of knocking. “Transform.” 

“What!?” 

“Demon form. Now.” Snapping your fingers as he simply looks at you with his shoulders slumped to make his body seem smaller. 

“I don’t just do it on command!” He’s blushing too which is sort of endearing as he curls up more on his gaming chair. 

“Ok then, I’ll go see Mammon. I bet he’d do it for me.” Internally counting to five in your head as you walk towards the door. 

“Wha!” You only made it to three before his hand wrapped around your wrist, looking at the floor as he quickly transformed. “Happy now?” 

“Yes.” Tapping his shoulder in glee. “Now turn around.” Waving your index finger in a circle as you speak, watching him roll his eyes before turning. 

“What are you doi- Hey!” Jolting on his heels as your hands grasp the thickest part of his tail connected to the base of his spine. “What's the big idea!” It’s rare to see Levi show any sign of being authoritative, upset at being pawed at. 

“Thought so.” Sliding your thumbs along the fine plates that cover his serpentine appendage. “Do you ever check your tail for shedding?” 

“Yes! Just because I’m an anti social otaku that hides in his room all day with his video games doesn’t mean I’ve got a slimy gross tail.” That usual whine is back in his voice and you chuckle. 

“I didn’t ask that Levi, and snake skin isn’t slimy.” Tapping the black skin that shimmers different shades of blue and purple from the dim lights of his room. “I ask because the last few times you were in your demon form I noticed a paleness to your tail.” 

“It’s not like I can see the part behind my back that attaches to me.” Huffing as his shoulders drop again, at least before he makes a noise of pleasure as you increase the pressure. 

“So you shed on a regular basis?” 

“Yea. I’m gross and none of my brothers want to help me with the parts I can’t reach.” You raise an eyebrow at that as you tap a drier section. 

“You aren’t gross. I think you might be wrong about none of your brothers wanting to help, but that’s for you to figure out.” Looking around his room before you decide here next to the bathtub that serves as his bed is good enough. “For now I’ll give you hand getting the dead skin off.” 

“Oh um.” Glancing up you see the pink flush atop his ears. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” Using the rolling motion of your thumbs to rub the dead skin away, revealing the usual glinting black scales laced with sapphire veins. When he makes another noise you stop, “Levi?” 

“Sorry, it’s just.” Trailing off his voice is softer as he speaks “Your hands are warm. It’s nice.” You smile, getting back to work and asking him about the latest game he’s been playing. Enjoying the conversation as you slowly strip away the old skin. It might not be worth much but you doubt he likes having an itchy tail. 

September 2024 Challenge Masterlist

[goldentlme]

i’m searching for you in my fading memories .

alternate versions .

whooh . WHOOH !!!!! good GOD !!!!

listen to the song linked while looking I think it really adds . look up a translation too if you want ! listen to the entire lies of p ost in fact . its fucking fantastic .

NOTES .

in april 2022 , i drew a fanmade book cover for the danganronpa x reader fic Sleep Awake . in december of 2023 i redesigned my reader for that story for the third time and thought it appropriate to redraw that old cover with their new design . and yesterday , january 13th 2024 , i finished that bitch . View the fruits of my labour .

in my last Notes section i talked about nerfing the lighting . well um . i nerfed it again . i dont know if it was fate or if i just . idk . didnt want to but i axed both original concepts - the yellow overhead light ( mostly) , and the light blue under light - and just Winged the fuck outta it . that ' mostly ' means that the light source is Still overhead but i just took the colour out to make it more neutral .

another thing i brought up were the shelves and how i wanted to add more items to them . I did it this time , but not to the extent that i really wanted to . i'd hoped for more Clutter and ultimately couldnt think of anymore than a few items . SAID ITEMS BEING !!!!

the pills . self explanatory , since they haunted the majority of cases 2 and 3 .

chess pieces . cute little reference to the chess scene ! even if the scene itself didnt feature real chess pieces , the imagery wouldnt work if i didnt use real pieces .

the letter opener . dont need to explain this one . but i Did originally plan to have it in shin's hand ( explaining why that one is balled like that , because there was originally a Thing in there ) but i couldnt figure out how to draw it and make it look Good . i only added it back when i was colouring the trinkets on the shelves and realised that i Forgot to put it back into the drawing .

the joker card in the bottom corner . also shouldnt have to explain this one .

LITTLE DETAILS I THINK YOU SHOULD LOOK AT .

THE HANDS !!!!!!!!! i decided at the very last second to make them vaguely see through . and theyre all a persons ! amami and shinguji are the obvious ones , but the two holding at the top are supposed to be ouma ( on the scarf ) and akamatsu ( on the rope ) . i would have included tojo's as well but i couldnt fit it in the composition without it looking awkward and out of place and i thought there were already enough references to case 3 as is .

and you literally cant even see it but if you look REALLY closely at oumas hand . his skin is a little grey and you can see the veins through the skin . wonder what happened there . Guess we'll never know !

THE BOOKS !! did the same thing as last time with a Little More . purple books are ouma , green are both amami and tojo , blue is both kiibo and chabashira , pink is akamatsu , and red is phys themselves . i know phys's canonical colour association is olive green but consider : shin is red . look at him . hes Red . that ones for me specifically .

with that . i did all of those books by hand . i drew about 9 variations of books and copy pasted them sure but i Shaded and Coloured them all individually . youll never guess how fucking LONG that took . so yeah . no one book has the exact same shading . goodie !

THE JOKER !!! yes i know i talked about it in the previous section but i WILL talk about the card itself . because i unironically am so in love with how that drawing came out . the little guy featured there is my Lies of P oc scaramouche or scaramuccia ( i use them interchangeably ) . hes a silly jester :3 . the depiction on the card is of him in his prime , before . All Of That Happened . story-wise he's a super famous circus performer known as " The One Man Show " because all of his acts are done alone and are absolutely insane . hes very good at what he does which is Why he doesnt have a crew . and the only reason hes so good is because he't not even human , just pretending to be !

additionally , i originally planned for that joker card to be a Real Life Joker . because a little known fun fact about me is that i collect playing card decks ! but i looked and literally NONE of the ones i currently own would have fit the piece . so . yeah . i just ended up drawing darling scaramuccia . heres the full image im so chuffed

i think thats all i got for the drawing itself . i initially started this back in early december but got stuck and picked it back up a couple days ago , so its been marinating for a bit . hope we all like it ! i think its Better than the original . THE SERIOUS STUFF .

its so fucking insane to think that its been almost 2 years . not only have i truly rediscovered my love of reader insert fanfiction after so many years unable to even think about it without feeling a little sick to my stomach , but ive made so many good friends and core memories through this fic . i even got back into writing . literally never thought id write again after my 11th grade english class and my 10th grade creative writing class . and im having FUN with it . wild .

anyways , this one goes out to vee @chihirolovebot for writing one of The Fics of all time , putting up with my insane ramblings about idol these past months ( READ SWINGING RIGHT NEOWWWW ) , and for letting me help design their dnd characters . godspeed .

it goes out to nex @nexuswrites for beating better genshin character builds into me , giving great fic recommendations , creating thief of detectives quandary fame . READ DQ ( THREAT ) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! , and being a fellow p5 and pokemon lover . i miss the coordinator and justice

and of COURSE !!!! rei @berry-creates . the gay the myth the legend . a fellow oc haver and lover , a fantastic writer , and an overall lovely person . this one goes out to u for sharing oc playlists , playing splatoon with me , and for creating maddie . theyre a little freak and i want to study them . i love seeing u go insane over them its like enrichment for me bc i too am also a little mentally ill about them im just really good at hiding it .

theres a whole lot more i could say and more people i could talk about but this is long enough , isnt it ?

thanks for a beautiful 2 years of physouma yaoi . heres to the upcoming sleep awake case 6 , epilogue , all the future additions to the one shot book , the entire rest of dq , tfp , and sams , and more blorbos to put in the smoothie maker . this took a whole two hours to write .

cheers , boys .

song of the post .

[justporo]

The Lord and the Lady

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 4

Author's Note: They made it out of the house, my friends! They arrive at the ball although they have lots of gremlin energy on the way and Tav almost dies laughing and Astarion has to make excuses for her... Also guys, it's happening! But I fear this will become so long... Longer maybe than the first fic... And by the way you can thank @minibabymel for the cloaks!

Song: Buntes Volk - Faun, Michael Rhein Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: None

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Finally, the two of you left your house. You stepped out of your front door and were greeted by the crisp night air of an autumn evening. Taking a deep breath of wonderfully fresh air as the wind kept rustling through the crowns of some nearby trees. You loved this time of year when the air became colder and the days became shorter, the world slowly falling into slumber and preparing for another rebirth come the next year. And now it also meant longer nights for your soulmate and you that could be spent with whatever your hearts desired!

But all that couldn’t stop you from shivering when a gust of wind hit you. For as much as the dress was beautiful, it wasn’t exactly warming. You rubbed your naked forearms as Astarion closed the front door behind the two of you. “Maybe I should’ve thought of a coat”, you said and felt that your teeth almost started shattering.

“Way ahead of you, my love. And before you say something – these were already planned to go with our clothes, so it’s not technically another gift”, Astarion said with a grin behind you and as you turned around you saw that he was holding two black cloaks. You didn’t even want to try and call him out on it this time because you already had goosebumps all over your body.

The vampire offered you one of the garments and you took it gratefully. Before you threw it over your shoulders you looked at it. It was a very long cloak, heavily embroidered all over with the same stars you had on your dress. They formed a symmetrical pattern down each hemline down the front. And the inside lining once again mimicked the colours of a sunset but even more dramatically than your dress: a gradient from deep dark blue over to purple and then ending in an almost golden tone. You shook your head as you whispered “incredible” to yourself and put the coat on.

Then you looked over to Astarion who’d already put on his: it was very similar to yours, the pattern of the stitching a little less curvy and more sharp edges. And the lining of his cloak was a very dark shade of red. The symbolism wasn’t lost on you.

“You really have an inclination for dramatics, don’t you?”, you asked the vampire who was currently checking if he had safely stowed away your invitation and the key to your home. He stopped what he was doing, eyes wide and looked at you. “Me? Dramatic?”, he asked in a haunting tone. Then he very elaborately and elegantly placed the back of his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes: “How come you’ve only now realised my vein for histrionics, my unperceptive lover?”

“I don’t know is it a side effect of your vampirism or something?”, you replied tongue in cheek. Astarion’s face split into a big grin, showing his pronounced canines. “Oh no, darling, I fear I was born with this fateful condition.” “Shame”, you replied and shook your head, then started to walk down the few steps to the street “Because that means even if we were to find a cure for your vampirism, you’d never truly be healed.”

“Oh, come on, darling, you love when I’m being dramatic. You think I’m funny! Also beautiful”, your vampire rattled off while coming after you and then, ever the gracious gentleman, opening the small wrought-iron gate to the street for you. “Ah, and smart”, he added in conclusion and shortly pointed a finger at you.

You sighed as you stepped out on the street: “Yes, I do – I also think you’re very full of yourself.“ “Yet you do so much to always stroke my ego, love, so I regret to inform you that you’re at least partially guilty – an accomplice. And I agree with you that modesty isn’t a good look on me. I’m a glorious bastard and I know it”, Astarion went on and gave you a wink and a smirk.

You sighed again – there was no point in denying it. He was right – and you loved and admired him for it.

So, the two of you started to make your way to the given location of the ball: Herrenfordt Castle. On your way there you idly chatted about everything and everyone, laughing and joking.

While you walked through the Upper City you saw several other couples that seemed to have the same destination as you. Many dressed just as elegantly as you, many even much more excessive, if not to say tasteless in their exaggeration of luxury. The closer it seemed you got to the castle the more party goers crossed your path. Carriages passed you, becoming more and more frequent the longer you walked.

Merrily Astarion pointed out all those he received as the gravest missteps in style: “See this lady over there? She’s wearing so many diamond colliers, I’m sure she can’t breathe right. Gods, it’s like a diamond breastplate.” “This person’s tailor seems to think a hot ankle might distract from their face – or maybe they just ran out of cloth for the rest of the pants.” “Is that a hat or did an owlbear cub sit on that man’s head and made their hair into its new cave? Ugh.”

You kept losing it at the vampire’s on-point snide remarks, more than once laughing out loud and causing the subject matter to turn around and glare at the both of you angrily before they kept on walking. But instead of calming down with the commentary Astarion seemed to be spurred on by your hearty giggles. Until one of his remarks caused you to actually double over in hysterical laughter (“Oh dear, what’s that shawl? Tav, we should check if this poor animal is still alive.”) and the couple in front of you turned around to glare at you. A gentleman with a much too tall top hat making a step towards you: “Excuse me? What did you just say about my lady’s attire?”

You were actually crouched down almost dying of laughter and desperately clinging to Astarion’s arm who patted your clawing hands in a “hush-hush” kind of motion. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, I would excuse my lady’s terrible behaviour but as you can see-“, he looked down at you and gave the gentleman a pitiful face “she’s a burden on me as well.” The noble couple seemed utterly confused by what was happening, so they opted to just turn around and get away from you as quickly as possible.

You could have sworn you heard the words ‘crazy’ and ‘lunatics’ as they quickly walked away from you – desperate to get distance as to not catch your madness.

Then Astarion leaned down to you: “Listen, my love, I know I’m terribly funny but…” You waved him off and got up again while wiping a tear from your eye: “Yeah yeah. Burden my ass, Astarion.” Another couple walked by and looked disgusted at your vulgar language.

You nearly started laughing again and noticed that Astarion too had difficulty holding in his laughter, judging by the way he bit his lip which showed off one fang in the most adorable way. It was moments like these he looked incredibly young and without worry. You always longed to give him more of these moments.

You straightened your back and took a deep breath before you looked over at the pale elf who had calmed down and watched you with a smirk on his face now. “Stop being so mean and funny then and I won’t burden you anymore with my insolent behaviour”, you said and leaned over to give him a quick kiss, but Astarion cupped your face and drew out the moment. His eyes sparkled when he slowly drew back moments later: “I love it when I’m the one that makes you laugh.” You hummed contentedly and gave him a wicked grin which Astarion promptly answered with his signature smirk – just as wicked.

“I love that you’re my soulmate, my lover and my terribly unhinged best friend to make it so”, you replied. Astarion’s smirk grew into a full grin: “And you’re my favourite little gremlin best friend.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you gave a nasty little cackle to play your role right.

Then he softly untangled from you and dragged you on to get going again.

“Oh, it’s going to be such a delightful night, I‘m sure, my heart”, he said and then placed your hand in the crook of his angled arm to get you to start walking again. “If it keeps going like that”, you agreed.

As you kept making your way through the Upper City a few prominent spires slowly came into view – and not much later the giant mansion to which it belonged in the distance.

Astarion pointed it out to you: “There it is. That’s our destination.”

You had already noticed that the space in between estates, and also the houses themselves, had gotten a lot bigger. All properties in this part of the city had huge fenced in gardens, giant and meticulously trimmed hedges, long pathways leading up to the actual manors. You were now definitely in the richrich area of town. Your eyebrows rose and you looked at Astarion: “That giant monstrosity? That’s worse than…” Your words trailed off. “Worse than Cazador’s place? Yes, yes it is. And with that context you’d might imagine the kind of bastard that lives there”, Astarion finished your sentence.

“It’s not actually a castle though – people just like to be pretentious. It has towers and all but it’s more of a manor, really…”, he kept explaining as you tried to get a better look while you kept slowly coming closer to Herrenfordt Castle.

„Should I be impressed?“

„Oh no, my love, people with this big and flamboyant a home usually have something to compensate for.“

„So, that’s why you insisted we got the smaller house?“, you said dryly. Astarion simply grinned and shrugged.

“Have you been there before?”, you asked after a few moments of companiable silence. The vampire shook his head: “No – I’ve only ever known of its existence. And come to think of it… I can’t actually remember who’s owned this estate before, but I certainly haven’t heard of this Lord De Grodt before our gracious invitation. It might just be this is his grand entrance to Baldur’s Gate high society.”

“Oh, shouldn’t we be oh so grateful then”, you said sarcastically and the vampire snickered at your condescending remark.

“So, no idea who this pretentious dude might be?”, you asked.

“None, to be honest. The only thing I could tell you is that his name is another foreign common tongue that’s rarely spoken here. But seeing as powers have shifted quite a lot in this city recently… Who knows, maybe a foreign noble trying to work the power vacuum and the still shaky new hierarchies in Baldur’s Gate to his own advantage.”

You didn’t know how to reply after this. Politics had never been something you had cared much about in your life; until recently. But for the longest part of your life your biggest worry had been how and when you would get your next meal and where you would sleep; for that it merely didn’t matter whose name it was that stood atop the list of this city.

“Wyll better watch out then, I guess”, you replied and thought of your friend who had been named Grand Duke after you had freed the city. “He better”, Astarion cheerfully and playfully agreed “but I guess the little noble will be able to clash his horns with the other contenders successfully.” The vampire laughed one of his high-pitched giggles. You gave him a side-eye for his terrible joke.

More carriages went past you as you closed in on your destination. You could already hear lots of noise and some music from the giant manor. You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all for a second and you bit your lip and, pressing yourself against Astarion’s shoulder a bit more. “You know, I can’t help but think that all this is somehow the most unlike turn my life could possibly have taken”, you said and let your eyes wander over the mansion, the lights there and all the party guests that surrounded you. The vampire kept silent and only looked at you.

“I get that for you this is nothing new – the fancy clothing, the politics, the luxury… You know, in another life I would have run into you, spat in front of your boots, flipped you off then taken your purse and would’ve thought to myself what an idiot you were”, you said and smiled weakly at your soulmate. “I would have liked to see you try”, Astarion replied and gave you a warm smile in return.

“Now only thinking that you’re an idiot remained”, you poorly tried to crack a joke.

The vampire didn’t even reply, clearly noticing that you tried to gloss over your anxiety. He merely pinched your cheek between his fingers and kept smiling at you.

“Don’t worry, my sweet, it’s mostly hot air all this – you’ll soon see what I mean”, the vampire said and shook his hand towards the giant estate dismissingly before he winked at you and reassuringly placed his own hand over yours on the crook of his arm. You smiled but couldn’t completely shake the feeling of uneasiness.

You were past the big iron gates that marked the entrance to the grand estate. The two of you fell silent for the remaining way. Lots of people were huddled at the entrance where invitations were shown to some servants in livery before people continued up the stairs to the entrance.

Everything was flanked with braziers on the outside, once inside with giant candelabras. You entered a long and tall corridor behind lots of other couples. Giant chandeliers in gold were hanging from the ceiling and glistening with warm mage light as you walked over a plush and intricately patterned carpet. The walls were full with giant paintings, statues were placed in equal spacing along the giant corridor that felt more like a hall really. Of course, the entrance area was made to impress. And it worked: you were turning your head to take everything in.

“Don’t break your sweet little neck, my love, I still have need for it”, Astarion whispered with a snicker to you as you still tried to take a look at everything. You felt almost dizzy from all the gold, the saturated colours and glints and shimmers. “How can people be this rich?”, you whispered more to yourself than to Astarion and almost didn’t realise that he had stopped walking.

You were now standing in front of a very unfriendly looking servant in a uniform that looked a lot fancier than the ones you’d seen before. And as you looked at him you realised it was the servant who’d presented you with the invitation some weeks ago. You also noticed that the corridor had opened up onto a small gallery and that you were standing at the top of a grand pair of stairs. Some couples were standing on the gallery, talking, some with drinks, some seemed to wait for others to arrive.

As the servant looked at you and seemed to remember you his facial expression somehow turned even more sour. “Please, if you may offer your coats to one of the staff”, he greeted you and snapped his fingers to alert one of the other servants around. You both took off your cloaks and handed them off.

“Invitation?”, the bald servant asked in a very annoyed tone – without words saying what he wasn’t allowed to: ‘they’re truly allowing anyone in here nowadays’. You threw a glance at Astarion and saw that one of his eyebrow’s twitched in annoyance at this rude treatment and a muscle in his jaw worked. If one thing could really rile Astarion up quickly it was when people so very obviously looked down on him. His pride, even though it way too often took the better of him, wouldn’t let him feel any other way – but he said nothing.

He took the card out of his doublet and slowly held it to the man who moved to grab it just as slowly and annoyedly. In the last moment Astarion snatched the card away again. “Say please”, he hissed silently and leaned a bit towards the servant in challenge.

The two men stared at each other – but Astarion had much more experience with staring people down in his lifetime. You knew – you’d been stared down by the vampire a few times and could honestly not recommend the experience.

A vein ticked on the forehead of the servant’s face. But you were invited and belonged her. So, he forcefully swallowed his own pride it seemed and threw on an incredible fake smile that was more a grimace really and said: “My dear lord, if you would please offer me your invitation for a short moment of your precious time.” The servant bowed mockingly. His tone was so falsely friendly you could feel the bile rising up in your own threat.

“Oh, I’d be most happy to”, Astarion replied cheerfully and just as factitious and finally handed over the card.

“Lord Astarion Ancunín and…”, the servant read and then stared at you. “Tav”, you said simply. The annoyed face was back: “But you must have a name, a full name.” “Yes, it’s Tav”, you said.

The servant stared at you for a moment longer, then rolled his eyes and turned toward another servant standing behind him who was holding a giant staff with a gold sphere on top of it. He whispered something to him, then he turned back and handed Astarion the invitation again. “Enjoy”, the bald man said before turning to the next couple behind you – his tone very much making clear that he hoped you dearly wouldn’t.

“Ready?”, Astarion whispered to you. “No”, you whispered back as you approached the other servant who was looking at you expectantly and at least with a friendlier look on his face.

Astarion gave the man a curt nod, then the servant who was standing directly at the edge of the enormous staircase knocked his staff on the floor twice, loudly and announced to the crowd below: “Lord Astarion Ancunín and Lady Tav Ancunín.”

“Lord Astarion Ancunín and Lady Tav Ancunín”, you parroted hollowly.

“Oh, my love, you were just made a lady”, Astarion said and winked at you with a smirk. That had not been the thing you’d been hung up on though.

“I was also just made your wife it seems – the plot thickens, Astarion”, you grinned back but could feel a blush creep into your cheeks. Instead of answering the vampire cupped your cheek for a quick kiss. Then he pulled away and elegantly offered you his hand while bowing his head – embodying the perfect vision of gallantry. “Shall we, my beautiful lady? The world’s impatient to meet you, my love”, he said and gave a short nod towards downstairs.

You follow his motion with your eyes and see that down the grand staircase in the giant ballroom lots of heads had swivelled towards the both of you. Some were already sticking their heads together, chuckling behind their hands while others stared with open curiosity or even a sneer on their face. But at least there were a few genuine smiles you felt like. Still, you could already feel anxiety rise up again, but you quickly looked back at Astarion who had kept looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes and promise in his smile.

You grabbed your vampire’s hand and readied yourself for a descent into madness.

Tags: @aurasyn @margoteve @usuallyunlikelyfox @hollowmasque @worryknotdear

[1wingedtraveler]

Family reunion

Scaramouche x reader

Warnings: a bit of family drama between Raiden and Scara, Reader and scara have a kid, no pronouns mentioned for the reader

You have been walking around the inazuma city for a while now. Scaramouche insisted on buying Koharu new clothing saying the old ones were already worn out and ugly (they weren't. He bought them for her about 2 weeks ago)

"Tch, why is every merchant in this city so incompetent that they can't sell at least one good quality kimono?"

"I think you're a little bit too harsh on them darling. I sure they're trying their best to meet your expectations"

You tried calming down your husband. Last thing you want is him exploding at some Innocent shop keeper

"Besides look, Koharu seems to be having lots of fun!"

  It was her first time in the city. Scaramouche didn't want to show himself with his family in a public place like this too often. He said it can bring unwanted attention and put his loved ones in danger. Although you felt like there is more to it than that

You stopped by the shop and looked at certian kimono on display. It was light purple with beautifull wisteria flower pattern. It seemed that it also caught your husband's attention as well because He stopped to look at it

"Oi vendor! Im intrested in this kimono right here. Lets talk details"

As you started talking with the seller, you didn't notice little Koharu wandering off somewhere on her own

"Well (reader), what do you think about it?"

"Its certainly very beautifull, but are you sure we should buy her something so expe-"

"We will be taking it then"

Scaramouche cut you off before you had the chance to complain about the price

"A daughter of mine deserves to wear only the finest of silks. Price is unimportant"

You decided that there's no use in arguing with him. It was getting late, almost time for supper. Koharu must be starving by now

"Koharu let's-huh?"

You noticed that the little girl that was clinging to your leg was gone

"Where's Koharu!?"

"HUH?! Wasn't she with you?"

"She must have walked off and get lost in the crowd while we were talking to the vendor!"

Panic started to rise between you two. You quickly decided to split up and search the city.

Adrenaline was rushing through your veins as you pushed through the crowd as quickly as you could. Worst case scenarious apearing in your head. Kunikuzushi's job is dangerous, what is someone kidnapped her? You felt like throwing up when you thought about it

You asked many shop keepers with no luck. Such a small girl is hard to spot in a place like this. Your heart started beating faster and fatser like it was about to jump out of your chest. You decided to head towards dango milk stall, there you spotted a familliar mop of dark indigo hair

"Koharu!" You yelled and rushed towards her

As you got closer, you noticed that she was with someone. A tall woman in short violet kimono with long hair of similliar shade as your daughter's. She was drinking dango milk accompined with some sort of dessert. She had strong presence making people around her stay away

"Raiden shogun?"  You could hardly belive it. Koharu was pulling at her sleeve white looking at her with deep blue eyes

"Papa?"

"Child, im afraid im not your parent. Did you get lost?

"Ah, Raiden ei! Im so sorry. I've lost sight of her when I was shopping with my husband"

"Its quite alright. Young children are full of curiousity about the world around them they do tend to go on their own adventures. May i ask your name?"

"My name's (reader)! Im her parent. I hope she didn't cause you any trouble"

Raiden shook her head

"Not at all. She seemed intrested in my dessert here"

"Haha, yes she has quite the sweet tooth. I have to hide sweets in deepest corners of the house so she doesn't over eat"

"I can understand her passion. I'm also quite fond of sweet things"

While you were chatting with the Shogun you didn't even notice a figure approaching

"Hey (reader)! Have you-"

Scaramouche paused mid sentance, freezing in place with wide eyes. Ei's eyes also widend in suprise. Two of them stood of them in silnce for a moment before scara seemed to snap out of it

"You-! What are trying to do to my daughter?!"

He stormed towards his creators side, quickly dragging Koharu away from her before picking her up in his arms

You were awere of his past and his feeling towards his mother but you would have never guess they would end up in such uncomfortable situation like this. The atmosphere was tense, like a storm was abou to break out. Raiden's expression was by no means hostile. It was clouded with regret and guilt. She knew that she'll have to face him someday but didn't think it will be so sudden

"I understand that you feel wary of me. However i promise i mean no harm to you or your family"

"Why should i belive you, traitor?"

Scaramouche's tone was harsh and unforgiving. Masking all the pain he has been carring for these long centuries

"I know i can't  expect you to forgive me and i won't try to make excuses for myself, all i ask is for you to hear me out"

Raiden tried to mask it but you could hear slight desperation in her voice

Frown deepened on his face, his deathly stare didn't break even for a second. He hugged his daughter tighter but didn't say anything. Raiden took it as a silent premission to continue

"The decision about leaving you in shakkei pavilion, right after your creation, was one of the biggest regrets in my live. I am deeply sorry for everything that you have to go through because of that"

Something wavered in Scaramouche's eyes. You could see his jaw tighten

"I'm very glad that you have overcame all the diffculties my decision might have caused and you found happiness nevertheless. I love you very much as my son, i wish only the best for you and your family"

Balladeer's eyes opened wider, the harsh glare he tried to up hold was filling up with more despair than anger. Biting his lip, He started visbly shaking now. You've came closer to him, putting your hand on his shoulder, silnetly trying to comfort him

"You and your family are welcome in tenshukaku, any time of the day. After everything i've done im glad you have blessed me with such beautifull grandchild"

Tears threatend to fall from kunikuzushi's cheeks. But before they had the chance to, he quickly hid his expression behind his hat before turing away and storming off with Koharu. He refused to show her that weak side if him again in fear that she would mock him for it.

You stayed there looking in his direction with a shocked expression, not being able to say a word. Raiden looked at the ground with guilt in her eyes. You looked at her before speaking up

"Im sure thats a lot for him to take in right now. Please don't take his behavior to heart"

"There is no need to comfort me. His reaction is understanable. He was a child abonded by his mother. Left to wander the world he knew nothing about. No mother to teach him about it nor correct him when he've gone on the wrong path"

Two of you fell silent. You had no idea what to say to her. Sadness filled your chest. The sorrow she felt all those years must have been uimaginable. Ei hesitantly spoke up, her voice full of pain she could no longer hide

"...please just.. take care of him for me"

She looked up to the sky. Seemingly not only asking you but any devine being that was listening

You smiled softly before replying

"I will"

[lulublack90]

Prompt 9 - Bite

@jegulus-microfic March 9 Word count 738

Previous part First part

Cw - Cuts mentioned no blood

Regulus apparated into the clearing and was immediately surrounded by werewolves. They moved in closer, blocking his path. 

“What are you doing, little wizard?” One particularly unkempt-looking wolf snarled. 

“I’m here on the Dark Lord’s orders,” Regulus said, keeping his tone even and low. 

“Ooo, the Dark Lord’s orders.” The same wolf sneered. “Can’t let him down now, can you? Shame we don’t really care about that.” 

Regulus realised just how close they had gotten when he could smell the putrid stench of rotting flesh coming from the mouth of the one speaking. 

“The Dark Lord has requested the services of Remus Lupin. I am to take him back to Grimmauld Place until we have succeeded with our task.” Regulus’s fingers twitched against his wand as he decided whether or not to draw it. He took it out of his pocket. 

“Ooo. And what do you think you’re going to do with that little wizard?” The wolf singsonged as the pack drew closer still.

Regulus felt a bead of sweat drip down his neck. He was scared, but he would never admit it to these wolves. They’d tear him apart if they knew. So he kept his emotionless mask firmly in place. 

A movement behind the ring of wolves caught his eye. Remus had appeared from behind the tree line. He had cuts all down his arms and face. Regulus assumed they probably covered most of his body. As he moved closer, Regulus spotted a peppering of bruises across his face and skin in varying shades of blues and purples. The pack had retaliated last night when they found out that Sirius was alive. Though, Regulus couldn’t fathom how they thought Remus had anything to do with it. 

“What are you doing here, Black?” Remus’s voice was quiet but still carried around the clearing. Before he could answer, Fenrir appeared. He placed a possessive hand on the back of Remus’s neck, squeezing hard, his fingernails digging in. Remus stilled, his body tense at the touch. Regulus had to do everything in his power not to recoil as he watched Fenrir’s nails, which were basically claws, break the skin on Remus’s neck. 

“Now, now, my children. Lord Black is our guest. Play nice.” The circle backed away slowly, allowing Regulus to breathe. 

Fenrir still had not released Remus’s neck. 

“The Dark Lord has requested that I retrieve Remus Lupin to help track down and kill Sirius Black.” He watched as Remus’s eyes widened slightly before turning dead. 

“You hear that, my sweet boy? The Dark Lord needs you.” He pulled Remus in close, forcing his head to bend before him. “Do not let me down again, my son,” Fenrir growled into Remus’s ear. 

“Yes,” Remus growled back. Fenrir shoved Remus in Regulus’s direction. 

“Oh, you might want this if you’re going back into their world.” Fenrir pulled a wand from inside his jacket and tossed it at Remus’s feet. Remus stooped to snatch it up before one of the other wolves could get hold of it. 

Remus made his way over to Regulus, the wolves parting to allow him through. Regulus ignores him and addresses Fenrir. 

“I will return him once our mission is complete.” And with that, he grabbed Remus’s arm and disapparated.    

When they got into Grimmauld Place, Remus looked forward down the hall, not looking at Regulus at all. 

“I need a pillow.” He said calmly. 

“What?” Regulus answered, confused by the strange request. 

“A pillow or a cushion. Something soft.” Regulus nipped into the sitting room next to them and passed Remus one of the emerald velvet cushions. “Thank you,” Remus said politely before burying his face in the soft material and screaming as loudly as he could. 

Regulus watched as Remus broke down. The veins in his neck stood out as he continued screaming. 

Regulus could now see how bad his injuries were. There were cuts, but interlaced between them were human bite marks. 

“I need a shower and some clean clothes.” Remus croaked once he was finished yelling and thrust the pillow back into Regulus’s hands. 

Regulus showed him where to go and laid out some of his clothes on the bed for Remus that James had given to Lily to bring to Rosier House. 

He hurried out of the room to give Remus his privacy and went down to the kitchen to attempt to prepare some food for his skinny house guest.  

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[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #35] Saying 'Please'

warnings: clubbing, drinking, existential thoughts and DMCs, kissing <33 another fave chapter of mine!! wholesome! also i think this is the wrong header....i think it might belong to the next chapter.... so if u see it change, that's why!!

wc: 6.8k

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

"Hold still," you giggle as you sit with Jeongguk in the Dionysus staff room. 

It's dark, with only a small lamp to illuminate the room, and yet the energy between you both is electric. There's no need for anything else.

"I am holding still," he gruffs with a pleasant smile, hands stroking up your hips. He's sitting on the arm of the sofa, while you stand between his legs and tap a little bit of glitter onto his cheekbones.

He's not had a drop of alcohol yet, but something about being here with you makes him feel all giddy. A serene sense of excitement bubbles through his veins, and he's unable to hide his smile. Eyes closed, he's letting you glitter him up however you see fit.

And how you see fit is matching him exactly to your (now restored) cheek glitter. It's a liquid glitter, applied with a wand and then delicately tapped into the skin with your fingers. A mixture of glitters create the shade - flecks of holographic white, a little silver and some pink. It's not your favourite, but it's still pretty.

Is even prettier, you think, when it's on him.

And you tell him as such.

"You look good," you smile, looking down at him with such a fondness only reserved for him.

When he smiles, he gets all bashful. Tells you to shut up. Keeps his eyes closed. Shakes his head.

You don't insist on complimenting him any further, even though it feels like you should. As soon as you're on the dancefloor, you know there will be girls ogling him left right and centre.

There's something about Jeongguk tonight. He's always handsome, yes. Always got a smile that could like up a room, and eyes that can make you feel alone together in a crowded room. Never is he one to simply fade into the background.

And yet tonight, there's just something more . Maybe it's the glitter - but he wasn't wearing any when he showed up to the speed dating venue and still managed to have half the room swooning for him.

Maybe it's the fact he's on your side of the bar tonight; not out of reach like he so often is. He waits with you, your elbows on the bar, his arm over your shoulders, as your drinks are being made. It's Yeonjun tending Jeongguk's usual section for a change. His once blue hair is now back to its natural state, but he's just as charming.

"He's like my little protégé," Jeongguk coos, as you watch while Yeonjun makes a round of purple starfuckers for you both. Two each, straight on Jeongguk's tab, then straight down your throats.

Yeonjun's hair isn't the only thing that's changed since those first Purple Starfuckers. Glancing up at Jeongguk, still beaming over his protégé pride, you think of all his changes.

Arms just the same, there's been no additional tattoos. The eyebrow piercing he once sported had been removed perhaps a month or so post-star-fucker-introduction. His lip ring remains, and you're thankful for it - although you do want to curse out how often it has you looking at his lips.

Pretty lips, you always think. Thinner than what you usually go for, but perfect in shape. 

"Fuck off with those eyes of yours," he says, passing over the next shot to you. Mouth gasping in shock, you feign innocence - but he doesn't buy it. "You know what you're doing." 

He lets his hand stroke down your back. Squeezes at your waist. Runs his hand back up. Squeezes at the nape of your neck, now. His eyes shine like a magpie's nest, and you consider maybe that's why he keeps you around. Just loves stealing the remains of your sparkle - only ever the spares. The stuff you're willing to give away. Would never steal directly from you. 

Smiles, as he insists. "You know ."

And sure, maybe you do know - but you're a liar when it comes to your intentions, not just to him, but to yourself.

"I know nothing of the sort!" You protest, a serene smile on your lips, and a look in your eye that Jeongguk knows he'll never get over. Would be impossible at this point. Raising the shot class up to cheers against his own, you laugh. "To never settling."

Jeongguk raises his plastic shot glass. Narrows his eyes, but agrees. Has a coy smile on his pretty lips as he says, "To never settling."

You haven't relayed the full conversation between you and Seojoon to Jeongguk yet. Just said it was clear that you wanted different things out of life. Part of you is a little bit scared that perhaps he'll share Seojoon's views.

Though you suppose it doesn't really make all that much of a difference, does it? Not when you're just friends.

You order up another drink - vodka coke for you, whiskey sour for him - to see you through the next half an hour or so. You've never had Jeongguk all to yourself on a dancefloor, and it seems a shame to waste time by the bar when you could be there instead.

Beaming like an ultraviolet light as he tugs on your hand, pulling you into the crowd with him, Jeongguk isn't shy about how pleased he is. Calls you Disco Ball, 'cause it's apt - and the way you shine in his direction as he says it only proves this.

There's a sea of moving bodies, but it feels like Jeongguk is parting the tides. For you, he's capable of that. Will do the impossible. Go above and beyond. Just like a good friend should.

The spot you end up in is dead centre amongst the madness of the club. There's a sheen to his skin that isn't from the glitter, but instead from the heat - and yet you find that you don't mind it. In fact, if anything, you like it.

Pheromones, you assume. It's what you'll put it down to. Is probably correct. Also probably has something to do with the fact that you normally only see him like this after a couple of rounds tangled in his sheets.

Improper thoughts, you scold yourself. Move your body to the beat of the track playing; drink in one hand, while the other snakes around Jeongguk's neck.

He doesn't really think much of it as he reciprocates; drink in one hand, his other snaking around your waist.

There's a closeness to you that can only be explained away by the intimacy of your friendship. That's what you tell yourself, as if there aren't strangers in the club sharing similar embraces. Your friendship has very little to do with it.

It's your desire to prevent anyone else from infringing upon your time spent together that keeps you close. It's territorial. An indication for any who glances your way to back off.

He's keeping you guarded, and you're reciprocating.

From the bar, when he captures a glimpse of you both, Yeonjun smiles. Sends a message to Jeongguk. 

Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

It's not even that you want to go home together (even though you inevitably will). It's just that time together like this is rare. Jimin's always around, or Danbi, or Tae. All three, a lot of the time.

Not once have you ever been in Dionysus like this together, just you two.

And so while no, Jeongguk has no intention of seducing you tonight, he also doesn't want to give anyone the chance to either. This is his time, and he wants to spend it with you, and you alone.

The people around you blur into one large mass; like traffic in a slow-shutter-speed photograph. They're moving, and you're aware of this, but you aren't paying them any real attention. Why would you, when you've got Jeon Jeongguk right in front of you?

Neither of you seem to be able to dance properly. There's a beat, and you're keeping to it - but you're more focused on aggressively shouting the lyrics of the current song at one another.

You've not heard it since middle school - yet word for word, you both remember it.

It's some song from a movie that girls your age loved as teenagers; one that Jeongguk has been made to watch by all of the girls he's ever dated. They're always impressed when they find out he's seen it already. Always swoon whenever he can dramatically sing along to the closing track.

Kind of like how you are, now.

One of the soft virtues of Jeongguk is how blissfully unaware he is of his charisma. You know that romance movies are commonplace in his apartment with Jimin - and know that if Jimin is also out drinking tonight, then tomorrow morning will be spent watching The Notebook as per usual - but you aren't naive. 

You know that this is a film that has been watched by Jeongguk at the request of other girls.

He never admits it. When girls ask how on earth he's already seen it, he plays coy. Knows that it could ruin the flirt.

Funny, 'cause it kinda does the opposite for you. Doesn't make you jealous. Just makes you like him even more. Shows that he cares. That he values the interests and passions of the people he spends time with.

Easy, is being loved by Jeongguk. Or at least, you imagine it is. Imagine that no one would ever have to doubt his sincerity. That his affection works like a dam; once the barrier breaks, the truth of how he feels for someone would forever flow until the river dries up.

You're unaware of how hard his dam for you is working.

The pressure of the water he's keeping at bay is all-consuming. Takes all of his might for him not to let anything spill over. All it would take is a single drop for the rest to flow through. He worries you'll drown. Worries that a lack of restraint would ruin what is now pristine.

And so he's quiet about his feelings as he keeps you close in the shrouded haze of a club that will keep all of your secrets, if you ever dared to say them out loud.

Lifting your head up a little, Jeongguk reciprocates. Looks down. Dips. Nudges his nose up against yours. Neither of you close that tiny little gap; the one that will take you over the threshold of what you truly are. If he doesn't say a word, then it's okay.

The music is loud -yet the only things it drowns out are any sensible thoughts, bass beating around the room like the pulse of the muscle in your chest.

Jeongguk edges his lips a little closer. Could kiss you right now, if he wanted to. Probably would, if he thought you wanted him to.

Instead, he shakes his head. Pulls away. Takes a sip of his drink. Grins.

"You're trouble, Disco Ball."

Such a declaration makes you laugh. You don't mind Jeongguk cutting the tension. It's sensible. Was one thing to kiss you in the privacy of a photobooth in Busan, but you live in this city. You never know who could be in the bar right now watching all of this unfold.

There are regulars in the crowd tonight; people who know Jeongguk, even if he doesn't really know them. Could make his life difficult if he's seen necking off with you. Could give the impression that punters aren't off-limits for him. Could get people trying to push boundaries, which is the least of what he'd want while he's working.

You simply shrug. "You seem to like trouble."

Jeongguk shakes his head once more. He doesn't like trouble one bit. Wants to avoid it if he can.

Shame, really, how he can't avoid you. Won't avoid you. Can't bring himself to.

You're a burr in his saddle, but he finds he likes the irritation. It's troublesome, and bothersome - but you're never a bother . He'll let you infringe on his thoughts endlessly because he loves the little scratch your presence has on his brain.

By the time it strikes midnight, you're drunk hiccuping in the courtyard that Jeongguk so often escapes to alone. Hasn't really spent much time there since the Hayun debacle. What once was a sanctuary began to feel like the scene of a crime. Guilt-ridden. Dirty. Evidence of his mistakes. No grievous bodily harm committed, but a knife was still taken to his heart. To his sense of self. Who he thought he was.

"I've missed this place," you say, as if you haven't only visited it a handful of times. Jeongguk stands at the door frame, arms folded, his defences still up. Just what this place does to him these days.

And yet as you ambulate the space, it's like spring is blooming. Flowers sprout where dirt once was. Branches welcome tiny birds. A shimmer follows you, like magic. A real-life Disney princess.

He's no Prince Charming. He knows this. Knows that he hasn't lived a life to deserve a heart so pure. Has done you wrong.

But he's also drunk, and spring is yet to come. There are no flowers, no birds. Just his imagination - though there is glitter.

He fails to consider that perhaps you don't want Prince Charming. He doesn't know your favourite Disney movie.

And so he asks.

"Favourite ever?" you ask, eyes lighting up like the skies on Gwangalli beach whenever there's a drone show. "Ohh, easy. Tangled."

"Tangled?" He asks, and then clarifies. "Rapunzel?"

Nodding, you bite down on your lip a little, watching as Jeongguk walks in to share the space with you. Takes a seat on the bench. Is overwhelmingly pleased that you choose to fill the space beside him.

"Flynn Rider is, like, the hottest Disney boy there is," you assure him.

"He's a cartoon," Jeongguk objects.

"So?"

"So-"

"You fancy Widowmaker," you deadpan, your knowledge of overwatch limited to what he's shared with you. You don't even know that he does fancy her - just know that it's bound to get a reaction, which is what you're aiming for.

"Okay firstly, I don't fancy Widowmaker," he protests, just as you had hoped. "I fancy D'va - and regardless! It's not the same!"

"It's worse," you laugh. "At least you're meant to fancy Flynn Rider-"

"Oh c'mon! She's cute-"

"And so is Flynn!"

"Yeah, but it's not like he's Prince Charming, or anything like that," Jeongguk pouts.

"Exactly," you laugh. "Who wants that? He's boring."

"He's literally Prince Charming," Jeongguk states. "Doesn't everyone want him?"

Laughing, you shake your head. "Fuck, no. Flynn is funny . He's arrogant, yes, but that's what makes him so charming. He doesn't pretend to be a good guy. You know he's a dick and you love him regardless."

"So that's what you're after?" Jeongguk questions, even more confused. "An asshole?"

"No," you insist. "'Cause he's not really an asshole. He's got a good heart - but he's not perfect. He's got a personality. I don't know about you, mate, but perfection is the worst trait you can look for in a partner. Will forever be disappointed."

Perhaps that's Jeongguk's issue. He's always been a perfectionist. Holds himself to a higher standard than you could ever imagine - and always mistakenly assumed you held him to it, too.

"And I mean, we all have our flaws. Nobody is perfect," you follow up, almost as if you know exactly how his brain works. What he's thinking about.

"Do you ever wish..." he starts, but trails off. Is thinking about what he considers his own flaws. Wants to know how you perceive them. Contemplates what he's about to ask, and then thinks fuck it . "My lips. Are my lips okay?"

A little surprised by his question, you laugh. "Sorry?"

He doesn't say 'forgiven'. Is too caught up in his own head.

"Like, are they enough ? Do they feel okay?" He ends the question with a purse of his lips, his fingers reaching up to trace the outline, as if he's checking that he does, in fact, still have some.

"What are you on about?" You ask, utterly confused, as if you've ever given him a reason to think you don't like them.

Of course you like them.

"When we kiss," he clarifies, as if his thoughts are obvious. "Are they okay?"

"What?" You laugh awkwardly, almost affronted by his lack of confidence. It seems so unlike him. Granted, kissing isn't really a topic that you speak about - mainly because it's on your list of banned endeavours - but you've been kissing him an awful lot lately. Kind of thought it spoke for itself. "Why would you think they're not? Did someone say something tonight? During the dates?"

He shakes his head. If anything, it was the opposite. Had a few women tell him that they'd never kissed anyone with a lip ring before. Said they'd like to try it.

"Your lips are fine," you say, but realise he needs a little more than that. Is obviously insecure about something. You never want him to feel that way. "I like them, I mean. You're a good kisser. Really good. No complaints. 10 out of 10."

He narrows his eyes. Seemingly doesn't believe you.

And so you narrow yours back. "Are you trying to get me to kiss you, or something? To prove your point?"

Jeongguk looks almost offended. "What? No! I just..."

The way he rolls his head back and groans is so adorable that you think maybe you should just kiss him.

"I met your ex, didn't I?" He reminds you. You grimace. Suddenly see what he means. "And like..."

"Gguk," you say tenderly, but he just pouts.

"We've both seen Jimin," Jeongguk continues. "And even fucking Seojoon."

You hide the smile that teases your lips when Jeongguk refers to Seojoon like that. Kind of sounds like he's jealous.

"They've all got, like, dreamy lips," he says.

"Dreamy?!"

"Yeah," he frowns. "Like... clouds. Big. And mine are so-"

You clasp his wrist to stop him from touching his lips again. "Gguk, I like your lips. I like how you kiss. I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

He doesn't voice a response. Just continues to stick his bottom lip out a little, lip ring doing the thing in the most adorable fashion.

"Hey," you smile, holding his jaw delicately, angling his face to you. "Trust me, okay? There's nothing I'd change about you. You're more than enough as you are."

It's overcast tonight, and there's not a star in the sky. Doesn't really matter, though. Jeongguk's already stolen them all. Keeps them captive in his eyes. Shines them on you, when he glances down.

Letting go of his jaw, you lean your head on his shoulder, and look up to the darkness above you.

There's a giddiness in your stomach, like butterflies swarming on a summer's day, but it quickly becomes uncomfortable. Feels more like the nerves before a roller coaster drop - except the drop is never coming. The feeling just builds and builds, until it hurts .

Perfection is a trait that you know you lack. Seokjin was the one to ensure you knew this. And even though you don't really care all that much about Seojoon, he reinforced it tonight.

Pursing your lips, you wonder if perhaps you got it wrong. Just because you're not after perfection doesn't mean other people aren't.

"What's wrong with me?" you ask quietly.

"Hmm?" Jeongguk hums, not really sure what you mean. Hands in his lap, he's mindlessly twiddling his thumbs. Thinks there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing wrong at all.

"Why do they always want me to change?" you pout, a little vague but not meaning to be. You're just letting your drunk thoughts escape your lips, in the hopes it will ease the discomfort you're feeling. It's that, or cry. You really don't wanna cry.

Jeongguk is silent for a moment. It feels like forever, but is only a few seconds in reality.

"Because they're stupid," he finally replies. Wanted to say something more eloquent. More intentional.

That's the issue with that dam of his. Keeps everything at bay. Prevents him from telling you the truth of the matter; that he'd adore you regardless of your changes just as much as he adores you now. The fabric of who you are is a blanket he'd glady wrap himself in forever.

It does at least make you laugh - but as much as it softens the ache in your chest, you still feel just as inadequate.

"Maybe," you acknowledge. Pout. "But if I'm not even enough for idiots, then I'll never be enough for someone worthwhile, will I?"

He wants to curse the world for how cruel it's been to you. You have love and laughter in your life. An abundance of it. People who care, and people who give a shit. Yet you're forever changed by the men who couldn't give you enough. The people who didn't give a shit. He doesn't understand humans are wired this way, but knows he's just the same.

"Look, B," he sighs. Repeats your own words back to you. "You are enough as you are. More than enough. The issue is that the people you've dated. They haven't been enough. Not enough for you, not enough for themselves."

You think this is incorrect. Think that Seojoon had his shit together. Think that Seokjin did, too. It was you who didn't. You're the problem.

"But Seokjin wa-"

"Was the most vapid asshole I've ever had the displeasure of meeting," Jeongguk interrupts you before you can even think of a way to end that sentence. "And the fact he got to fuck you is criminal - let alone be loved by you."

Silence resumes. There's a crack in Jeongguk's dam.

He has to stop talking, or it will rupture.

Your feeling of inadequacy only grows. Too much? Not enough? Fuck. It's all such a mess in your head. Jeongguk said it himself that love is supposed to be easy. Supposed to feel like peace. You're not sure you're capable of that.

Sensing your upset, Jeongguk sighs. Whispers, so that his dam doesn't hear him. "You're really easy to love, B."

He glances down towards you, too. Toys with his lip ring like he so often does in times of uncertainty. Realises he's said too much. Fix the crack, twat.

"I just mean, like, look at all of us," he says, broadening the scope of the declaration. "Danbi, Hoseok, Jimin, Tae, Seoyeon... like need I go on? People enjoy having you around. Our lives are better with you in it."

Softly smiling, you shrug. "It's a little different though, isn't it?"

And the answer is yes. Of course it is. Platonic love is incomparable to romantic love - but it's still just as valid. He expects everyone to adore you just as much as he does.

Tells himself that the way he loves is that of a friend.

Everyone feels this way about you. Everyone loves you. I'm not special.

"Anyways," you dismiss, getting to your feet. "The night is young - and we've got starfuckers to drink."

He takes the hand that you outstretched for him. Let you pull him to his feet. Pulls his phone from his back pocket just to check the time - 00:36.

"Oh, that little fucker," Jeongguk laughs as he presses the lock button. His notifications are pretty full - generic shit like idle game updates and weather warnings for the cold night ahead.

The one that catches his attention is from Yeonjun. He tilts his phone so that you can read it, not caring to hide any of his notifications from you.

Yeonjun: Bet you 10,000 won that Disco Ball is going home with you.

With a pretty laugh, you dismiss it. "Boy's got a gambling problem."

"You're telling me," Jeongguk agrees - but knows Yeonjun is perfectly fine. Is just great at making money. Only places bets he knows he'll win.

And it's proven right not even an hour later. You're giggling with Jeongguk, hand in hand, unable to walk in straight lines as you head for the door.

"Hold on," you say to Jeongguk with a smile that he just knows means trouble. "Forgot something!"

Letting go of his hand, you dart back towards the bar. You shouldn't run, and you know this, but you're being speedy. Wanna be back with Jeongguk before he finishes walking over, following you. It's not like it matters. He's got a clear line of vision with so few people left in the bar.

Can see exactly what you're doing as you reach into your bag for a slightly bent-up 10,000 won bill. Sliding it across the bar to Yeonjun he looks confused - for about 3 seconds, at least - until he glances over to Jeongguk.

"Bye!" you beam, and dash back towards Jeongguk, glitter sparkling in the selective lights of the bar. Yeonjun doesn't even get a chance to tease you, but it doesn't matter. He'll just rip the absolute shit out of Jeongguk tomorrow night when he clocks in.

Jeongguk is well aware that this will happen, but he doesn't care. 

You've been off limits since the moment you stepped foot in Dionysus - "She's fucked," Jeongguk had told him on that very first night. " You're going nowhere near her." - but he likes the added confirmation that Yeonjun can't have you. Not when you so loudly declare yourself as Jeongguk's without even a single word exchanged.

"C'mon," you say, greeting Jeongguk, and walking straight on by him, outstretching your fingers to brush against his.

"I hope you realise what you've just done," Jeongguk almost warns as you leave the club together.

"I've settled your debts," you simply shrug, turning to face him as you walk backwards for a step or two. "I'm being a good friend."

The look on your face as you turn back around suggests that you know full well what you've done.

"You're gonna put ideas in his head," he calls after you, a lopsided grin on his handsome face, stars sparkling in his eyes.

"Good," you simply shout back, turning around to head further down the path. "Let him use his imagination a little. It's good for a developing brain."

Arms crossed over your chest, you're a little chilly. The temperatures always drop at night, and you're not really dressed accordingly. Left your jacket in the staff room. So did he. Too drunk to care.

But you also know that wherever you go, Jeongguk will follow. Something about stars, and spirals, and orbits. Shit you don't care to think about when you're too tipsy for your own good, and in search of refuge.

Could be a food stall, picking up some steaming eomuk, or could be in yet another bar - but this time one where you could talk properly, not just shout lyrics at one another and down one too many vodka cokes.

Jeongguk's been on a cocktail of whiskey sours and starfuckers all night, yet it's you he's drunk on.

Catching up with you, linking his arm around your shoulders, he doesn't care for food, or for another bar. He wants you. Wants his bed. Or yours. Doesn't wanna fuck. Just wants the only real refuge he'll ever need.

"Yeonjun won the bet?" Jeongguk confirms.

"Yeonjun won the bet," you nod.

"Okay," he smiles. "So your place or mine?"

You hold your fist in front of you. "Rock, paper, scissors."

Jeongguk loses. Picks scissors. Gets blunted by your rock. "Best of three?"

You pick rock again. Jeongguk goes for paper.

"Fuck," you giggle - not that you care. "Rock, paper scissors - oh, shit."

He holds his fingers in the scissor gesture, while you hold your hand flat. He's won. Lifts his arms. Yells a cute little 'woo' in celebration. "Take that, sucker."

"Oh noooo," you pout. "So sad. Hate your place."

"Oh, yeah?" He grins. Likes your tone. Knows your flirting. Encourages it.

"Mhmm," you smile right back, both dwindling on your endeavour back home. Coming to a stop, you're both aware that the way you're holding the front of his shirt to keep yourself balanced is a little too friendly. Makes him wanna do all kinds of silly things. "Hate your room."

"Yeah?"

"Hate your shower."

"So you don't want one?"

"Don't want one."

"Not even if I'm in it, too?"

"Want one even less."

He shrugs. Smirks. "I'll shower alone then. Your loss."

You narrow your eyes, as if you aren't feeling utterly shameless. "Your loss."

He's just as shameless. Fucking nods. "Yeah. It will be."

There are a million thoughts racing through your mind. They shine over Jeongguk; refracted light painting his skin in your utmost desires, and warmest of wants. You're a disco ball in every sense of the word, and Jeongguk knows that despite his flirt, it is his loss.

"Let's go home," he says quietly.

Casual in the way he groups his home as being yours, too, Jeongguk thinks nothing of it. Nor do you. There's no deep gravitational change. No alteration to the fabric of your lives. It's been this way for a while. Will likely stay this way for a while.

Standing on the corner of a street with Jeongguk, you wait quietly for a taxi. Neither of you care to fill the silence. Just let the sound of the city fill the empty space. Are quite content. A bit sleepy now that the alcohol is wearing thin.

When you yawn, he strokes your arm. Warms you up. Manages to hail a cab, and insists on you getting in first. Routes it for his place. Holds your hand the entire ride home.

By the time it arrives, you're yawning tenfold. Jeongguk knows a shower is off the cards. Will just crash. Get one in the morning. Doesn't mind. Kind of just wants to sleep, too.

Sitting on his couch, heat pack in your hands trying to warm up while Jeongguk grabs you both a drink before bed, you let your mind drift to the evening that led to this point.

Had started the night convinced you'd be going home with Seojoon. Would have been your third date. Would have been perfectly acceptable to break the invisible barrier of sex.

Realistically, given your relationship with sex and intimacy, the idea had been scaring you a little. Even if you didn't care for Seojoon romantically, the intention was there. The sex wouldn't have been casual. Would have been the first time in a long time that you were fucking someone with intention beyond feeling good.

And yet as you watch Jeongguk be his typical, attentive self, you know that sex with him goes beyond that. That's the whole point. You're opening yourself up to intimacy. A foolish thing to have done with someone who had no intention of loving you.

"Do you want kids?" You blurt completely out of the blue. Thoughts of the night have taken charge of your tipsy tongue, and you don't care to stop it.

The topic of conversation could be considered heavy. You know it was when you were conversing with Seojoon earlier. It's different, now. Different with Jeongguk. Things always are.

"Kids?" Jeongguk asks as he's filling the glass with water from the fridge. "As in, my own?"

There's a soft tentativeness to the way he looks at you, passing you the glass of water, unsure of where you're going with this. "Yeah. Do you want kids?"

"Right now?"

"No," you laugh. He sits beside you. Mirrors you. Crosses his legs. Takes the glass of water back from you just for a single sip, then returns it. "Just like, in the future."

He pauses for a moment. Isn't sure if this is a trick question or not. Decides that honesty is the best policy when your tone is so sincere.

"I want a family," he quietly admits. Isn't looking at you, but is instead toying with the dainty silver chain around your ankle. "Kids are a part of that, yeah, but I want the whole thing. Want a partner, and a dog, and a house... Want that fairytale type of shit," he laughs softly. It feels embarrassing to admit.

You don't think it's embarrassing in the slightest. You think it's nice to hear his dreams. Know all about the restaurant, and what he wants for his livelihood. Aren't so sure on the actual life he wants to live.

With a candid smile, you question further. Wanna see what his idea of a happy life is. "What kind of parent do you think you'll be?"

The room is quiet, no television or Jimin-related noises to disturb the sanctuary you find yourselves in. The city roads outside are vacant save for a few taxis at this time in the morning.

Jeongguk looks over to the mirror in the corner of the living room - the one adorned with dozens of photo booth pictures, and spots the one he'd taken with his parents on their last visit to the city. Always up for a good time, he's lucky to have such a good relationship with them.

"My dad was always the stern one," he divulges. You've met his father, now. Feels right to Jeongguk that you should know more about his relationship with his parents. He was lucky to grow up with an abundance of love. It's what's shaped him into the man he is today. "Don't get me wrong, I love him, and I respect him, but it was always mum that I went to when things went wrong. It was always her hand I wanted to hold as a kid. I don't want my kids to feel like they can't come to me. And like, what - 50% of marriages end in divorce, right? I never want that, but, like - imagine it. Getting the kids for visitation on the weekends? Barely having a relationship? Yeah. No."

He shakes his head, knocking the idea of a broken home out of his head, before he continues.

"I want a family. Not for a while yet, though. Got so much to do yet, and like, I don't think anyone our age really has their shit together yet, do they?" he nudges you fondly, and you find yourself comforted by his words. "So I'm sure whoever I end up with has lots to do, too."

The look you give him is coy. One that he can't quite work out - and quite frankly, he doesn't care to figure it out. Overthinking right now would only ruin one of his favourite evenings he's ever spent in Dionysus.

"I think you'll be a good dad," you admit quietly. "The best dad."

The compliment is heavy. Implies that you're thinking about the future. Thinking about him in the future. Long hair cropped a little shorter, formal shirts worn for PTA meetings. Thinking about the tattoos on his skin, and the glittery gel pens that a pair of small hands would use to colour them in.

You won't have been the first person to consider this, granted, but you might be the first to imagine glitter pens instead of regular markers. Of course you would, though. Your children will inevitably take after you - but then that would also mean you're thinking that Jeongguk's children will be yours .

Shaking the thought from your head, you decide that such silly little ideas are dangerous. Change the topic.

"Do you want any more tattoos?"

It's a stupid question. Something you already know the answer to, for it's already been discussed.

He entertains the question regardless. Shrugs. "When I've got cash to spare, maybe. No plans at the moment, though."

Nodding, the mention of finances reminds you of his plans.

"When's your meeting?" you ask. "The one with the bank?"

It's been at the top of Jeongguk's to-do list ever since he finished his final exam. It's step one of his plan to open his very own pork belly place. With everything that's been going on lately, he hasn't had the chance to spend an entire morning in a stuffy beige room begging for a business loan.

"14th," he says nonchalantly. Still a couple of weeks away. It's not even April yet. "It's a Tuesday."

"Black day," you reply. The annual celebration (or commiserations) for single people. He nods. "Why don't we go for food after? Danbi's ditched me this year. Went and got herself a boyfriend."

Jeongguk laughs at your dismissive tone, as if it's not Taehyung she's dating, and as if they aren't your favourite couple.

"You not working?" he asks, thinking that you'd normally be in the art cafe on Tuesday afternoons.

Shaking your head, you explain that the rota had been worked out so that both you and Hoseok had the day off. "Everyone else is in a relationship. It'd be cruel to make the only two singletons work on our special day."

"Hoseok not wanna come for food too?" Jeongguk checks, not wanting to exclude your friend. You shake your head.

"He's already said he doesn't want to see anyone nor do anything."

Jeongguk nods, but says, "Well, extend the invite regardless."

Assuring him you will, a big sip of water filling your cheeks, Jeongguk is pleased to have you around during times like these. Thinks black day would be shit without you. Has spent the last few black days working shifts at the bar. Would watch punter after punter drown their sorrows, only to then cry out all of the alcohol they had consumed.

"Anyways," Jeongguk waves his hand in the air. Changes the topic back to what you had been discussing previously. Had shit he wanted to say before you switched it up. "You'll be a great mum. I mean, if you have kids. Think you'd be great at it. Would somehow be both the fun parent and the stern parent."

Realistically, Jeongguk thinks you'll be great at anything you put your mind to.

"Maybe I should just get a donor when I'm ready," you laugh. "Single parent that shit."

"Well," Jeongguk smirks, getting to his feet. He's sleepy. Knocks his head to encourage you to join him. "If you ever need a donor, I'm far cheaper than a clinic. Would mean you'd have to shag me again, though."

"Our kids would be monsters," you laugh, following his lead into this bedroom. "Little gremlins."

"Nah, they'd be cute," he insists as you both begin to get ready for bed in the most innocent of ways.

"What if you're already settled down?" you question, picking up one of Jeongguk's shirts from the back of his chair to wear for bed. "By the time I'm ready for a donation?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he shrugs. Doesn't really see a world in which he settles down with anyone but you, these days. Knows you're more likely to settle first. He frowns at the thought of it - and as soon as you're under his duvet with him, he pulls you close.

You don't realise he's pouty. Stroppy. Annoyed with his own mind.

Turning in your position so that you're facing him, the darkness of his room obscures him from you. Closing your eyes, you don't really care. Nudge your nose up against his, like you so often do.

"Tonight was fun," you whisper. He nods. Lets his lips brush against yours.

"I like it when it's just us," he admits. Probably wouldn't say it if he was sober.

But you probably wouldn't nod back, either, letting your lips brush even more intentionally against his.

And you definitely wouldn't say, "I meant it, y'know. I like kissing you."

Jeongguk wants to swallow down his nerves - but doing so would mean pressing his lips together. Knows that it would escalate things.

So instead, he grips your waist. Nudges a little closer. Is overwhelmed with a zealous need for reciprocation. Whispers, "I want you to kiss me."

When you smile, Jeongguk can feel the curve of your lips.

He thinks he might die.

"Say please."

He smiles now, too - and you think you'll die.

"Please, B," he simpers into your lips. Closes down on your lips as he punctuates his sentence. Welcomes the way your lips press up against his. Sink into the sensation of one another. "Please kiss me."

Even if this is what kills you both off, you know there's no other way you'd rather go than caught up in his embrace.

So you grant him his wish - and find that sometimes flirting with death can make you feel more alive than you've ever known.

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[jasmine-the-fox]

A second chance to be happy

So, this VERY long fic was requested by Stormfalcon2018. I do know that this one had tired me enough that I will be taking a break before writing more requests but that doesn’t mean that I am done just yet.

So please enjoy!

If you would ask Marinette Dupain-Cheng about the worst time in her life. She would have talked about when Lila Rossi entered her life with her lies… causing her classmates to bully her and accuse her of things that weren’t true at all.

But now… now she would talk about how Adrien Agreste, her best and only friend, her protector, her partner, her kitty was killed by Lila Rossi all for the ladybug and black cat miraculous…

That day happened so fast, one minute she was outside waiting to meet with Adrien and the next… Lila had somehow gotten a hold of Hawkmoth and Mayura’s miraculous and unified them to become Farvona (which is Farfalla ‘butterfly’ and Pavona ‘peacock’ mixed together) … Mari has wondered at first how Lila got them… but she gave up at one point to find out how she got them when they were civilians. Her skin had gone from tanned to a shade of purple that wouldn’t be noticed if you didn’t look close enough.

Her hair was a mix of blue fading to purple in her usual style but while looking slightly tangled, her outfit was a dress with the style of a peacock at the end of the dress while at the waist and chest it had a butterfly design. The skirt was a dark purple with the blue peacock design while the top was dark blue with the purple butterfly design, for her footwear… it was a mix. She had a blue boot with purple butterflies on one foot and on the other was a purple heal with peacock style stocking.

The gloves were also weird… reaching midway to her shoulders, going from blue to purple at her hands. On her wrists were blue butterflies with peacock feather at the top. Her mask was weird too. One half was a butterfly with her eye being purple and the other half was peacock style with her eye being like Mayura’s… but the scariest part were the black veins where you can see her skin.

She also looked deranged… while also coughing at times… which meant the peacock miraculous was still damaged… but Lila didn’t care…

Cat Noir had gotten on the scene first, she demanded his miraculous but he refused and began fighting her to keep her distracted until Ladybug arrived. When she did… Lila was screaming nonsense about ‘how life wasn’t fair’ and how ‘Marinette ruined everything by not following her’ with many other things… but it was clear that something was wrong with her right now.

They begin to fight her together though; cataclysm was used on the fan and lucky charm destroyed the staff… but Lila didn’t stop attacking them “I need your miraculous! With it I can wish that Maribrat was never born!” she screamed as she grabbed a piece of her broken staff… and stabbed Cat Noir with it.

Marinette wasn’t scared since she knew he would come back to her… but after using her miraculous ladybug… her was still bleeding for some unknown reason…

It was then that he detransformed to Adrien. With the last of his strength, he gave her his ring “Make the wish… destroy the miraculous before she can make her wish my lady” he gasped out… but his life ended. She began to cry as Lila screamed about needing to wish him back to life now which scared her since it would mean her life will be lost so Lila can have what she wants… so quickly she works to reveal Gimmi the kwami of reality.

They asked Marinette for her wish “I wish for the miraculous… to be destroyed… so that no one can use them for evil and hurt other” she said which surprised Gimmi “You do know that by destroying them… there powers will search for a source to reside into… are you ready for that to happen?” they asked and she nodded as Lila slammed herself on the barrier that stopped her from trying anything.

“I am… I know they will return one day but even if for just a moment we can relax before someone finds them… that is fine with me… I only hope that they are found by someone with a good heart” she explained… she didn’t notice though the way the kwami of reality was watching her. Gimmi nodded and granted Mari her wish… next thing she knew, Marinette was blinded for a moment and then she found her earrings and the ring gone from her.

Lila screamed making her turn to her looking even more deranged “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG!!” she screamed and moved to charge at her but Mari quickly moved to get back home. She ran until she entered her home where her parents were packing what they could from her room together.

The second her mom saw her… she ran over “You need to leave. If you don’t everyone will hunt you down for answers on what happened and you need to go now” she said making her nod as Tom gave her a few bags they were able to prepare her “Once your somewhere far and safe… send us a letter under a fake name with your address and will send you the rest of your things… but don’t come back” he said making Mari cry as they made her leave from the back… which was a good idea since when she got a few blocks away she heard screaming.

Panicked that they will find her she thought about where she could go that was far… next thing she knew she was in Japan… which confused her deeply “How did I get here?” she asked herself as she moved to get somewhere away from the public eye while trying to figure out an answer.

And then… she saw herself in a reflection…

On her body were the symbol of each miraculous almost like she got tattoo’s, her eyes were a brighter blue, she had pointed ears and her hair… it had grown long like when she becomes Pegabug but it waved as if there was a breeze where there wasn’t one in the first place. She was shocked to see them on her in the end… but she was happy since now no one could use these powers for evil purposes. For the next few months, she learned more about what she could do.

While she is faster, stronger and flexible… when she would use one of the powers the symbol will glow and her eyes will change to the color and symbol of the power, she was using… using two gives her a headache once done but now she understood what she could do. It was sad to not have the kwami’s by her side to talk to them but now no one would harm them… at first, she was worried about the peacock since it had been damaged… but when she used it nothing ended up happening to her which made her think that since it didn’t have a physical form now it was now no longer deemed damaged.

Which was good… she could use these powers to help her survive now… and then she got caught…

It happened at night. She was out to try and earn a little bit of money to eat something without needing to steal… she never wanted to steal but she no longer had a choice… which is when she tried to pick pocket Eraserhead… and failed. Shota was patrolling the area because of her; she had been described and Nezu asked him to bring her to him “I wish to meet her and learn more about her” he said and so Shota was here… and he caught her.

Marinette was terrified… which is why she used Venom on him to escape… but due to her still training herself since she understood she had used Voyage to get to Japan… it wore off once she was about a block away. As a result, Shota caught her quickly enough and brought her to UA to meet Nezu “He won’t hurt you and I won’t take you to the police if you come with me” he had said and here she was now.

They got to Nezu’s office where he sat at his desk with a smile towards Marinette “Hello there. I am Nezu, the principal of this school” he said as Mari sat down, she nodded towards him “I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng” she said making him nod. For a while they went back and forth with questions and answers but there was one thing that Nezu kept reminding Marinette… she was safe here, no one was going to hurt her here, they only want to help and understand her while working with her to better control her quirk.

As a result… she told him and Shota everything. The miraculous, the wish, Hawkmoth, her partner, Lila Rossi, the bullying, Adrien’s death, her wish, her escape and her new look “I have been studying about my powers… well quirk as you put it. I understand somethings about it but I’m still learning” she explained making Nezu nod while Shota kept quiet.

“I do believe that living here as a student will be safer for you right now. The teachers here are pro hero’s while a number of students are working to become pro heroes after graduation… as a result you will be safe from anyone who could know you and try to do you harm” Nezu explained making her nod “I think my class will be the safest. They have been training since the League has targeted them so they are ready for anything” Shota spoke which startled Mari since she thought he had left at one point.

As a result things were done for her… she got an entire floor to herself where she could keep everyone safe if she lost control all of a sudden while also able to do her designs, her uniform was made with a different fabric since Mari now had sensitive skin… but at the end of the day she was safe from danger and was going to become a student once more… which is why she was nervous when she saw a boy with curly green hair and green eyes that reminded her of Adrien.

She wasn’t ready to think about her precious kitty that she lost by Lila’s hands… now yet… for now she wanted to heal and focus on school…

“Everyone… this is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She is a new students approved by Nezu to be part of our class to help her train with her new quirk that she is still learning to use… you are to respect her and help her when she asks or accepts your offer” Shota explained making them all nod, due to not having an available desk for now she was to sit by Shota.

He then had them go outside to train… sadly the workout clothes were not possible to be redone so instead Mari made her own clothes to train in… they were red in the shade of Tikki with black lines. Of course, because she was still learning things… she wasn’t to train “For now Marinette will be observing. Once she is deemed ready, she will join you all” Shota explained making them all agree… except for Minoru Mineta.

And everyone learned at that moment… to not call her ‘princess’ ever…

“Sure, thing princess… enjoy your tea party while we actually put an effort to become hero’s” he said… and that caused a trigger in Marinette… she remembered all of the times that Adrien as Cat Noir called her princess… and the way Minoru said it towards… angered her as it was tainting her memories of her partner. Next thing everyone knew, Marinette walked up to Minoru, activated Clout to throw Minoru while doing a suplex on him.

After Minoru was found and brought back… he was expelled “I have had enough of you” he simply said before walking away to find Mari… who had curled up into a ball on her bed in her room. He knew about what she went through in Paris… but all of that over a name? He needed to understand “What happened?” he asked her softly “My partner… he would call me that if I wasn’t transformed but he was… hearing Mineta say it in such a mocking tone… it destroyed the name for me” she explained making him nod.

“Take some time to rest and come back when your better” he said and then he left her room. She comes back an hour later, the class looked at her with worry but she ignored it as she took Minoru’s seat. Classes went on that day with no one bringing up the incident… she did get stopped by a few girls who wanted to thank her for getting Minoru expelled… turns out he’s a pervert who bothered many of the girls at the school and now they could relax.

Mari felt like she did something good and began to relax a bit. In the following days, Marinette slowly began to make friends in and out of her class. It made her happy… but she kept her distance of Izuku Midoriya… who reminded her too much of Adrien, he was so much like him and as a result she couldn’t be near him. This of course was noticed by Izuku… but instead of asking her about it, he decided to give her some time and space to adjust and come to him when she’s ready to talk.

On the other hand… she had no choice but to work with Katsuki Bakugo. While she is smart in class and her hand-to-hand combat was great… she needed help with her ‘quirk’ so Katsuki was assigned to help her master it. Of course, the guy was angry and screamed about having better things to do… but always waited for her in the training area and helped her learn more about what she could do.

He works hard also in making her a day-to-day routine and her diet to keep her in shape which really surprised her… but she followed it to the letter. But… overtime she began to notice that she developed feelings for him… but since she uncovered who he is… she decided to swallow down her feelings for him instead of telling Katsuki. Then one day, as she was waiting to train with Katsuki… she finds a little girl with silver hair and red eyes, her name was Eri and the two began to play together until Shota arrived.

While Eri was distracted with something she went to see Shota “If anything were to happen to Eri… I will hunt down every single villain in Japan and punch them… then hunt Minoru to punch him twice” Shota had to hold in his desire to laugh at what she said… but deep down he hopes it never happens. A while later, Katsuki arrives to get Mari in her usual training. As they leave, Shota begins to wonder when the two will start dating.

Things are going great… until Katsuki needs to talk to Mari. He went to her floor to review how her training is going, but she wasn’t there when he arrived so he walked around as he waited for her… and then he found her open diary. He saw it was open to her latest entry with a sketchbook right next to it. He decided to take a look and discovered hero suit designs for a good portion of the class… they were amazing as he saw noted about little details she made to help them.

He then turned to the diary… and went to read it… which he shouldn’t have done… since inside… was everything she felt about Katsuki… and how Izuku reminded her so much of her first crush…

Realizing he saw too much… he put everything back like it was and then left her room. Once back in his room he texted her to let her know he went and knocked on her door but she didn’t answer. She informed him that she was out with a few friends but would be back soon… this gave him time to look into this Adrien guy… and he uncovered more stuff about Marinette and her life in Paris.

Some stuff made sense to him… but other things sounded fake and decided to ask her side of the story when she was ready to talk about it. He also found a blog by a girl named Alya Cesaire who was begging Marinette to come back to Paris… but she wasn’t explaining why she wanted her back or anything… this told him she was hiding something important and decided to make sure that Mari never went back to Paris no matter what.

One day, Mari was outside in the school yard under a tree simply sketching both outfits and hero suit designs for her friends and classmates “Hey there. Mind if I join you?” she looked up and saw Izuku. She couldn’t run or anything and so she simply nodded for him to sit by her, he quickly thanked her and once seated… began to read a book he brought with him. She was so nervous with Izuku near her right now… especially with how much he reminded her of Adrien, it broke her heart knowing she wasn’t able to save him in the end but she hoped he was at peace right now.

After a while… Katsuki walked over “Oi, I’m sitting here” he simply said and then sat down on the opposite side Izuku sat… which of course made Marinette even more nervous since her crush was here now. For a while, things were fine and quiet… and then Katsuki took a look at what she was doing “Damn! That’s an amazing design for my hero outfit!” Katsuki said which caused Mari to startle from his voice.

He pointed out how some parts of the design were perfect to help him while asking her questions about other things… which Mari was more then happy to explain her ideas to help him pick things out and giving his own ideas. Izuku quietly watched them talking with a smile on his face… before getting up to get back inside “I think that was enough to help them get closer” he whispered to himself while going inside to find Mina watching the two with excitement.

For the next few weeks things are getting better for Mari. She is now able to train with the class and as a result they were able to see her use her quirk that she named Miraculous which amazed everyone. Then one day while she was working out “I’ve been meaning to ask… did you pick your hero name yet?” Katsuki asked making her stop to look at him for a moment “I have actually… I went with Miracle because I want to be seen as a miracle when things seem to be over and they need one” she explained making him nod before going back to their workout.

Once they were done, Mari was just about to go back to her room “Hey… can we talk?” she was surprised with Katsuki’s question since he wasn’t one to ask someone to talk… most of the time he will drag others away to talk to them. They walked to his room and went inside, there she sat on his bed while he sat at his desk “So… what did you want to talk about exactly?” she asked as he kept quiet for a moment… and then he spoke “I like you. I’ve started to like you over time as we trained together and I hope… we can try going on a few dates” he explained…

Mari looked at him in shock as she thought back to Adrien and how badly she always wanted to confess to him… but never got to do it. She slowly stood up “I… I think… I” she tried to reject him but he cut her off “I know about Adrien Agreste… how he was your first crush and how he died before your eyes… I accidently read your diary” he explained making her look at him in shock as she fell into his bed.

And then… just like with Nezu and Shota… she told Katsuki everything that happened to her until she arrived at UA…

It hurt her greatly. To reopen old wounds that were still healing in her opinion… but he had a right to know what he was signing up to by dating her. Once she was done telling Katsuki everything… everything was silent between them, she was scared he would throw her out and tell everyone to make them hate her… but instead he pulled her in for a hug, he was silent the whole time as Mari busted into tears and began to sob about wishing to fix what happened.

It took a while, but soon she calmed down and Katsuki pulled away slightly from her “I know this might be too soon… but I know someone who can help” he said making her nod and follow him out of the dorm building to visit Toshinori Yagi aka All Might. She was surprised at this but after telling him what happened to her… he revealed how he too lost people and how he also wished in the past that he could fix it all “Sadly no one can go back in time to fix what happened… so we must move forward” he explained which opened her eyes to his perspective of things.

It also made her feel a little lighter about the guilt of losing Adrien…

Overtime, Mari began to feel better from everything that happened… sure she still felt some guilt about not being able to save Adrien but sometimes these things can happen. A few times she would talk about going back to Paris to visit Adrien’s grave and visit her parents which made everyone happy to hear… but Katsuki was worried about something bad happening so he decided to go to Paris with her just to make sure nothing goes wrong.

The first thing they did after landing… was go find Adrien’s grave, Katsuki was the one to find it “Here lies Adrien Agreste. Loving son, loving friend… and loving partner until the end” he read which told Mari that after being revealed behind the masks… his father must have requested it for her.

It broke her heart to see his grave… but since she had to leave so quickly… she had to miss his burial “I wish I had brought some flowers… at least he deserved some from the partner he swore to protect until the very end” she said as tears welled up in her eyes. Katsuki didn’t say a thing as he knew she was in pain right now “Miss Dupain-Cheng?” they turned to find a man with gray hair and a woman with black hair and a streak of red watching them…

Katsuki thought they were going to harm her… but Mari stopped him “It’s alright! That’s Adrien’s father and Nathalie” she said making him stop. Gabriel walked closer and set the flowers he brought down “How have you been?” he asked making Mari look at him with a smile “I have been slowly healing from everything” she explained making him nod.

They took a moment of silence together for Adrien, then Gabriel offered to give them a ride to the bakery “It’s better then for someone to figure out you’re here” he said making them nod and follow him and Nathalie to their car. Once inside, Gabriel told her what happened after she left “The media crews came to the bakery demanding to question about being Ladybug and your wish. Lila was taken away as she was seen as insane and in need of help… I guess it makes sense with the peacock miraculous being damaged” he explained making Mari nod… but Katsuki was confused

“Damaged?” he asked making Mari explain “When a miraculous is damaged it causes the wearer to weaken slowly the more, they use it… they also begin to get sick over time until they are unable to move” she explained making him nod “In Rossi’s case while it made her sick… it also affected her mental state” Gabriel added making Katsuki nod to his words.

“Sadly, the public believed that you failed to save Adrien and were selfish with the wish… I however knew why you didn’t and defended you as I believed you did the right thing” he said making Mari smile at his words… soon they arrived at the bakery and the two got out. The two were silent for a moment “You could have told her that we were Hawkmoth and Mayura… yet you didn’t” Nathalie said making Gabriel “It’s for the best… not much I can do and besides… I would rather die with this secret” he explained making Nathalie nod to his words.

Tom quickly rushed the two inside before anyone could see Marinette, once in there home, Sabine moved to hug her daughter “Were so happy to see your alright” she said making her smile from hearing her mother say this. They all sat down together to talk. Mari and Katsuki explained what happened in Japan while Tom and Sabine talked about what happened in Paris since she left.

“We barely go out now with all the reporters blocking us to demand answers… so anything we know is thanks to Gabriel, Nadja, Kagami with her mother, Clara and Luka with his parents” Sabine explained making Mari nod. Sadly… she felt like this was all her fault with everything that was happening to her parents… but Katsuki gently took hold of her hands “Tell me about Alya and this blog she has” he said making Sabine curse in mandarin while Tom looked angry.

Mari sighed at this “So you found them huh? Well, the Ladyblog was the blog she posted about me as Ladybug and Cat Noir when we fight akuma’s. The other blog was to reach out to me and make me come back” she explained making him nod “We sued her after she refused to take it down… but we sued her twice as she didn’t want to stop… but the judge warned her with jail time the third time she does it” Sabine explained making Katsuki sigh.

Tom and Sabine had to go back down to the bakery to work… leaving Mari and Katsuki alone “Let’s go to my room for now” she offered making Katsuki agree. They relax there for a while… and then after Mari put contacts and a wig on… they went out to walk around Paris before going back to the bakery to rest for the day.

For there week in Paris, it was pretty much what they did in the end, Katsuki was amazed at how relaxed and happy Mari was right now which made him feel relief. While some places they went to were ones Mari liked to go to… other places were unknown to her which was fun as he got to learn more about Mari in the end. She did ask to stop by to see Kagami and her mother to thank them for helping her parents and he agreed since he wanted her to see a friend.

The two were very happy to have her visit and promised to come see her in Japan soon enough. Katsuki did worry that they would encounter her old classmates but so far nothing happened which was a good thing in the end, soon it was sadly time for the couple to return to Japan.

Tom and Sabine promised to come visit them in Japan at some point… and they were all surprised to find Gabriel there, he offered to drive them to the airport and they accepted the offer. Mari thanked him for everything before he returned to the car… knowing full well that he will never see Marinette again… unless he visits her in Japan. As they head to where they are to board their flight… Mari froze when she saw Chloe who was walking in their direction.

Katsuki wasn’t happy about this but he waited to see what she does. Chloe came a little closer and smiled towards Mari “You look good Marinette… I guess leaving Paris was a good thing for you… just like it was for me” she said making Mari look at her in surprise, she was so used to her calling her by her last name so it was a big surprise to her in the end. Katsuki then moved to protect Mari “I won’t let you hurt my girlfriend so just leave instead of trying to hurt her” he said making Chloe look him in shock… before a sad smile appeared on her face “I deserved that… especially with everything I’ve done” she replied and this took Katsuki by surprise.

She looked around for a moment “I know a spot that should be private to talk in without anyone figuring out it's you” she said making them nod and follow her to a private room. Once inside they sat down in a moment of silence “I’m actually only here to visit my dad, hang-out with Sabrina, visit Adrien and then go to your parent’s bakery before heading back to New York” she explained which surprised Mari.

She was living in New York? She always believed that Chloe would travel but live in Paris “I’ve been seeing a therapist since Adrien’s death. Therapist believed that a new scenery could help me heal from everything… and help me see things in a new perspective” she explained making Mari nod in understanding. Chloe took a moment to breathe which Katsuki used to watch her, he simply couldn’t believe that someone like her changed “So… what have you been doing?” he asked to try and start a conversation.

Which made Chloe look at him “After I moved to New York to live with my mom… I discovered I had a half-sister. It was a huge change for me but I adjusted slowly thanks to her. I was even able to make actual friends and change myself” she explained and it was then that Mari saw that Chloe’s hair while longer was tied in a braid, her outfit was actually a cute dress and her make-up was better than the blue eyeshadow she always wore… it actually looked good on her and Mari actually wanted to design her a few outfits even.

She also noticed… how calm she was. She wasn’t showing off like she used to or anything… she was actually smiling and showing she was changing for the better. After a bit more talking, Chloe got up and said that Sabrina was waiting for her “If were lucky… maybe will see each-other again” and with that she left the room they were in first. Katsuki looked out to make sure no one was watching and then they left the room.

Mari watched Chloe walking away and smiled “I think… I’ll try to contact her” she whispered making Katsuki look at her as they walked “You sure? This is already a huge step for you” he said making her smile and nod to him “Yeah. She’s clearly changed and I want to try for us to become friends” she explained making him nod as they walked off to where they were boarding their flight to Japan.

Sadly… Chloe wasn’t the only one who saw Mari… Alya Cesaire who was at the airport to welcome her sister Nora… had seen and recognized Mari from the few pictures people were able to take of her new look before she vanished from Paris…

Once they were back at UA… the class greeted them and helped Mari to relax from everything that just happened. They knew that going back was a huge deal but they hoped she would open up about everything once she was ready. Katsuki handed out what they bought for each of them making them all thank the two for what they bought… but Katsuki was more focused on Marinette then the thanks he was getting.

Once he was done handing the gifts out… he then went to her side to bring her some comfort from everything, this was also noticed by Izuku who went and asked Katsuki what happened later in the day “We saw Chloe… the girl that bullied her before Lila came to there class. She was different from the Chloe she remembered… was actually better than the one she knew” he explained but it worried Izuku greatly since Mari was quiet since they returned from Paris, but Katsuki believes that she simply needs time to wrap her head around the new Chloe.

Sadly… things weren’t going their way… as Alya caused trouble for them…

She had followed them somehow and found out that Mari was in Japan. She told anyone in Paris that would listen and as a result… they demanded for Japan to send Marinette to Paris as she had questions to answer. As a result… she was terrified of going back and locked herself up in her room in fear. Then Nezu got a call from the hero commission… and it was about Marinette and how they wanted answers about her and why Paris wanted her… sadly he had to inform Marinette of this and ask for her permission to tell the commission everything… and she gave it to him.

As a result… Nezu told the commission everything Mari had told him, the commission called a week later “Due to the fact that Marinette Dupain-Chen has a powerful quirk after absorbing the miraculous… it is clear that Paris will abuse her if she were to be sent back… so she will not return unless she wishes to visit her family and friends” the head said before hanging up.

This also caused Mari to need a therapist since her mental health had gone back to when she was in pain from what Lila caused her. Nezu got her an amazing therapist that gave her time to speak and only brought up something when Mari was ready to talk about it. A month later she was back to being the happy Marinette they know so very well… but sadly things didn’t get to stay happy for long.

Since Japan refused to send Mari back… Alya with the entire class… and Lila flew to Japan to force Marinette to return with them to Paris so she can answer questions… and bring back Adrien like she should have done from the very start. Her new friends on the other hand… refused to let them try anything but it wasn’t enough as Mari panicked and used Burrow to escape… and Katsuki followed after her.

Once he passed through… he quickly saw that they weren’t in Japan anymore… but in Paris…

It wasn’t long before he found his girlfriend freaking out over where they were… well when they were actually. From he could hear her say… this was the day her partner was killed by Lila; Katsuki knew that they had to move away from sight but he needs to calm her down first “Come on Mari… slowly breathe” he said gently to her but it was like he was talking to a wall at the moment… he tried to find other ways to have her talk and relax though “Hey! Is everything alright here?”

He looked up to find a boy dressed like a black cat… and it made Mari spiral “No! She’ll kill him! Even if we get rid of her weapons, she still kills him! Then I make the wish and then escape!” she claims which cause the guy to look at her in shock “M’lady? Is that you?” he asked as he slowly walks over while he detransforms.

And at long last… Katsuki was able to put a face on Adrien… since he couldn’t find any recent picture of him from before he died…

“Guess it makes sense for her to become the miracle box. Since she is the guardian, we deemed her safe and went to her after she makes the wish” a little black creature says which causes Katsuki to become confused on what that thing was “That’s Plagg. A kwami that helps me transform” Adrien explains as he moves to gently hold Mari into his arms “Princess… you need to calm down… panicking over me isn’t going to change anything” he explained and that caused her to calm down… and simply cry in his arms.

Plagg flew over to Mari’s side as Adrien got up “I’ll be right back” he said and got off the roof to do something, Katsuki watched Mari as she looked down in shame… but silently walked over and sat down with her “So that’s him right? Your partner?” he asked making her nod “We have worked together to try and take down Hawkmoth. Then we got a few temporary holders to help… but he got Mayura” she explained making him nod in understanding.

A while later… Adrien returned with a small bag in hand. He hands the bag to Mari who was about to open it when he stopped her “Please… go back to your time… seeing me die once is enough… once back in your time you can look” Adrien explained making Mari nod as she cried. They stood up together and were quiet for a moment before Adrien moved to hug her “Thank you… not just for being an amazing partner… but for being an amazing friend to me” he said making Mari smile and nod.

Adrien then turned to Plagg and nodded “Plagg… claws out!” he said and with that he transformed into Cat Noir before there eyes. Cat Noir turned towards Katsuki and glared “If you hurt her or make her cry… I will do everything in my power to haunt you and have you sent to hell” he said before leaving them there to go and fight “You got it” Katsuki said softly before taking Mari’s hand “Let’s go back” he said making her smile towards the direction her partner left before nodding.

She activated Burrow once more and they soon returned to their time. Mari then opened the bag Adrien gave her… and found a gorgeous jewelry set of yin and yang jewelry based off them back when she was Ladybug… and Cat Noir was alive “Thank you kitty” she whispered as she put on the Cat Noir pieces… then turned to give Katsuki the Ladybug pieces.

But he rejected them with a smile, she didn’t push him and put them back in the bag before walking together where her old classmates were in a screaming match with her friends. Before getting any closer… Mari stopped “I just… want to see something” she said making Katsuki nod “Sublimation” she said with her eyes closed “What is that power?” he asked making her smile “It’s the power of the rooster… I can give myself any power I desire… and I gave myself the power to see and hear the dead” she said and opened her eyes… and busted into tears.

Because right there… next to Katsuki… was Adrien Agreste… with beautiful white angel wings…

Adrien smiled towards her “I wondered when you would try that” he said softly making her giggle towards him “It’s good to see you again” she replied making him nod before looking serious “After my death… I watched you get a new look… and watched you runaway. I saw myself getting buried… and how Alya got everyone to believe… that you were to blame for my death” he explained making her eyes widen in shock “I couldn’t stay in Paris so I went looking for you… when I found you, I was then assigned to watch over you” he finished making her smile.

With all of this information… Mari walked over to where everyone was “All of you… go back to Paris since I won’t be returning with monsters like you who protect a cold-hearted killer like Lila Rossi” she said making Alya and the other’s look at her in shock to her words. But it affected them still… some looked nervous while Lila looked pissed from what she called her.

But Alya Cesaire… she was the most pissed… because she wanted Mari to pay for the pain and suffering, she put her through… especially with Adrien’s death…

“You have got to be kidding me right now! This mindset of yours about Lila needs to stop! You are the one who refused to bring Adrien back with that wish so you killed him in the end!” she shouted which made Mari’s friends glare… but none of them spoke “But she wasn’t the one who went and stabbed Adrien which caused his death… Lila did that” they all turned to Juleka who glared towards Lila who began to sputter “That’s right! Maybe there’s a reason why Mari didn’t use the wish to bring him back! So, it’s not her fault… Lila is to blame since she didn’t stop” Kim was the next to speak.

One by one, Mari’s old classmates spoke in agreement… but Alya wasn’t done “Well it doesn’t matter! Mari is to blame and should fix it by using the wish to bring Adrien-“ “Then who should die in his place Alya? In order for him to be brought back… someone needs to die” Mari cut her off which made everyone go silent from the shock her words left them in.

But she wasn’t wrong… the wish to happen needs balance… so for Adrien Agreste to be brought back to life… someone else needs to be picked to die. Alya kept her mouth shut from Mari’s question. She had no words to snap back at her with since Marinette’s words echoed in her head… But Mari had one last thing to say “Why don’t you call me back once you have a name for me to take Adrien’s place… but now leave before we get the police involved” she said before she with her friends left.

Once inside her room… she cried from everything but that entire time she cried… she felt warmth around her… which told her Adrien was doing his best to comfort her. A while later, Katsuki came to see her “They left for the airport… wonder when she’s gonna call you with a name” he said as he set a tray of food down making Mari smile towards him as they relaxed.

Time went by and Alya never contacted Mari with a name… she at times believed she would call and tell her to give up her own life to bring back Adrien since in Alya’s mind… she killed him but she never did… but Gabriel did call her “I found out about what you told your old classmates… and I would like for you to think about ending Lila Rossi’s life to bring my son back. She murdered him after all” he told her which surprised Mari.

She spoke to Adrien though and told her that it was her choice since she was making the wish. This hurts her because this girl lied about her and caused her to be bullied… and she wasn’t going to get punished for it. The class helped where they could while never bringing the wish up around her as it was still a sensitive subject for Marinette. Katsuki would at times be there for her just to hold her and never spoke because he knew she needed comfort and not words.

And then… one day while in class… she was asked to go to Nezu’s office… where pro hero Hawks and a member of the hero commission waited for her with Nezu…

This confused her since she didn’t know what was going to happen “Please sit Marinette… there is much to discuss” Nezu said making her nod and slowly sit down, no one spoke for a moment… and then Hawks spoke “It’s come to the commission's attention that your old classmates visited you a good while back right?” he asked making her nod.

“Alya believed I killed Adrien and that I should use the wish to bring him back… so I told her to give me the name of someone who should die so Adrien can be brought back” she explained making him nod “Well then… someone is on the line and requested to speak to you… were not forcing you just so you know” he explained making her nod before taking the phone “Hello? Marinette speaking” she said with slight nerves… but the person on the line surprised her “Hello Marinette… how have you been?” asked Nora Cesaire… Alya’s big sister.

“Nora!? Why are you calling?” she asked quite surprised by the call. The woman chuckled at her words “Look… I’m not gonna dance around this subject so I’m going to make this quick… when Alya came back from seeing you… she ranted about what you said about the wish so we know about it… we all sat down and talked… the twins were there too… and we want you to think about having Alya take Adrien’s place�� she explained which shocked Mari.

“Are you sure? This is… a huge deal” she explained making Nora sigh “I know it is… but Ella and Etta are traumatized because of Alya now… see after you left… Alya somehow got into not only her college fund… but there’s and used a majority to get Lila to return to Paris… and they now hate her and do there best to not be near her since she brings Lila over often since her mom kicked her out… she’s no longer the same girl we knew and loved” Nora explained.

They talked a little more before Nora reminded her to at least think about it before they hung up. Nezu allowed her to return to her dorm building where she went straight to her room to think things over for a bit… she didn’t really know what to do about all of this right now since this was a big choice to make.

She then decided to talk to Adrien about this and really listen to his opinion… and not him telling her that she makes the final decision about all of this. Once she could see and hear Adrien, he explained his feelings on the whole thing… pretty much how this could affect things if one of them took his place. It took a while but, in the end, “Alya would be best… that way the twins college fund will never be touched to help Lila” he explained making her nod “Alright then… Gimmi reveal yourself” she said… but nothing happened.

This of course confused her since that’s what she had to say to speak to Gimmi to make the wish “Maybe since you didn’t call for Plagg and Tikki… you need to just… make the wish?” he suggested making her nod “Alright then… I wish for Adrien Agreste to be brought back to life… and for Alya Cesaire to die in his place” she said… but still nothing.

This made her wonder… if there would be no wishes granted…

She tried to call out for Tikki and Plagg but nothing happened “If I have to say that I need to reveal myself I’m going to scream” she whined as she called her whole name to reveal herself… and it happened at long last. Adrien while a ghost… was the only one who saw it happen. Marinette began to glow, her eyes were white, her markings glowed and her hair looked like a galaxy.

She made the wish and the next thing he knew… he was in his bed waking up, he quickly moved and looked into what happened to Alya and sure enough instead of him dying with his and Mari’s identities getting revealed… Alya died after being crushed by a piece of a building Lila destroyed. They defeated Lila of course but because Alya didn’t live again… he told her to wish the miraculous gone… then he told her to run in which leads to now.

He sighed in relief at the fact it worked… but now he needed to make sure that UA and the hero commission knew about how Mari can grant the wishes now “Let’s hope she’s alright” he said to himself as he got dressed “But let’s plan how to make our ‘friends’ pay for what they did to you princess” he said before leaving his room to get to work on his little plan. He knew it would mean cutting ties with them… but they pushed him to do this after what he saw them do after he died…

He didn’t even care that Alya was screaming at him right now… as she is slowly being dragged down to hell by rotten and cold hands into a blazing hole where only she can hear the laughter and whispers of what would be soon done to her once she joins them in hell for her sins while she was alive… she knew that Mari made the wish… but cursed her for making her pay for Adrien to be brought back when she has been such an amazing friend to her from the start.

Sadly, she was wrong… so very wrong… for Alya hasn’t been Mari’s friend since she believed Lila about Mari bullying her…

Mari woke up in her bed, a glass of water on her nightstand and food on her desk with a note next to it. She drinks the water and slowly walks to her desk to read the note… Nezu wrote to inform her that two days after she fainted Nora called and she with her family still remembered everything and thanked her.

He then explained that she had been out for three days now but that she was excused from classes, Katsuki took notes for her and asked that she informs him in advance when she’s going to make a wish. She sighed as she wrote down this new information about the wish. Ever since the miraculous became part of her… she took notes of everything that happens to her and what she was able to do… and she needed to take notes about the wish so she knew how it works now.

While she did feel bad for ending Alya’s life… she brought it upon herself by hurting her family without a care in the world for there feelings. She wasn’t sure if anyone else will remember the truth of who really died but if her old classmates remember… then she hopes it makes them understand how serious she is about not coming back home to Paris. After eating her meal, she grabbed the dishes and went to leave the room only to find Katsuki there about to open the door to enter her room.

The blonde looked tired and drained. But the second he saw the dishes in her hands… he took them and left to clean them… leaving her to go back into her room to grab her things to get cleaned up and a change of clothes. She did encounter a few of her friends who greeted her… but she took her shower and returned to her room to dry her hair… and then Katsuki came back inside with food.

He set the food down on her desk and then set down a notebook “This contains the notes I took for you. Teachers are allowing you some time to read them over before giving you homework” he explained which made Marinette nod to his words. They were then quiet for a moment “We all saw a new photoshoot Adrien was in… and how Alya died… seems like you made the wish” he explained making her slowly nod.

“Turns out that after Lila was sent away… Alya stole her little sister’s college funds with her own to get her back to Paris… she didn’t even care about how much it hurt them” she explained making his eyes widen as he looks at her “She did… what?” he asked making her sigh and explain what Nora told her before she made the wish.

It was a huge shock for Katsuki… but in the end… he understood what Marinette did by wishing her to take Adrien’s place in the afterlife…

“So… does anyone else know?” he asked making her nod “From what I can understand… the Cesaire’s remember so if our friends remember then that means my old classmates remember too” she replied making him slowly nod before sighing. The moment had gone to silence once more and Mari didn’t feel like anything at the moment… then Katsuki got up “Let’s go take a walk” he said all of a sudden but she still agreed and followed him outside.

The walk felt nice in her opinion and she enjoyed herself greatly, they chatted for a little while before heading back to there dorm building… where everyone waited for there return. They didn’t say anything at first since Mari had only just woken up a while ago… so they wanted to give her some time to herself to rest and recover from the wish.

After that… things went back to normal for Mari. She went back to class; she worked hard and contacted her parents to talk for a bit. Mari was really happy because Katsuki also introduced her to his parents… causing them to deeply desire for her to work with them at their fashion company which made her excited since that meant experience and learning more about making clothes.

They also went on some dates together which caused them to get closer to one another… while also hanging-out with some friends which made her have so much fun with them. One day she got contacted by Gabriel who thanked her for bringing his son back and offered to help her whenever she needed help at any point in time which made her thank him for the offer before going back to her new life.

But who would have thought… that she would need to ask for his help… so soon after he contacted her?

Lila Rossi blasted her anywhere she could think out… not only was she claiming that Mari killed Alya… but she claimed that Mari stole the miraculous, stole her clothing designs and lied about everything that happened in Paris between them to make her look like the victim while Lila was the proclaimed bad guy. Her friends were angry about the whole thing since Lila was clearly not giving up on trying to ruining Marinette’s life at all.

Mari planned to inform Gabriel about the situation… she hoped he would be able to help clear her name from Lila’s actions. She sent him an email explaining the situation with the high hopes that he would be able to help her with Lila and what she was doing at the moment to her image “She’s clearly trying everything she can to force you to come back to Paris” Ochako huffed out in anger as the others nodded in agreement to her words… Mari agreed with her too since this was her clear demand… for her to come back to face her actions towards her and Alya.

But Gabriel and Adrien had other plans in mind…

One morning, Mari woke up like usual in her room with the hopes that Lila has decided to take a break of bullying her. She did her morning routine like usual before going to greet everyone as she didn’t want to check her phone just yet to see what Lila did to her image… Katsuki went to her side with his phone in his hand “You need to see this” he simply said before handing her his phone.

She looked at him curious as to why he wanted her to see something but the look on his face told her to ask later… so she took a look to see what was so important that she needed to see over greeting her friends that morning… and it was then that she saw a video… of Adrien speaking up about Lila and her lies about herself to get friends to do things for her and how everything she claimed about Mari was a lie.

He went on to give examples of lies she told and proved they were lies from the very start. Even Gabriel joined in to reveal how Lila tricked him into believing she was an actual model with experience… they also got Kagami with her mom, Luka with his parents and Chloe came back to reveal some lies Lila told her that at the time she thought were true “Is she going to be punished?” she asked after Katsuki took the phone from her.

“From what was said on the news… her mom was screaming at her as police took her away… she defamed a bunch of people with her lies and they are all suing her for that and the lies she made of them” Mina said as she laughed at the video of Lila getting taken away why police while her mom screams at her.

Clearly, she was enjoying that part of the situation, she then sighed in relief at the news until Shota walked in “Marinette… there’s someone in Nezu’s office who asked to see you” he said making her look at him in shock to what he said. Everyone who heard him became worried about Mari but Only Katsuki moved to take her hand in his “Let’s do this together” he simply said making her smile and nod as they then followed Shota to Nezu’s office…

Where she found Felix Graham de Vanilly waiting for her “Hello Marinette… I hope I didn’t interrupt anything” he said while Katsuki looked at him confused “He and Adrien are cousin’s” she simply said which shocked Katsuki while Felix got up “That’s right and I wish to thank you for bringing back my cousin… I know that it must have been a difficult choice for you to make” he said making Mari slowly nod to his words.

“If you mean picking to kill the liar or the bad ex-friend… then yeah sure a hard choice to make” Katsuki said making Shota sigh and Nezu softly laugh at his words. Mari shakes her head at this before turning towards Felix “What can I do for you Felix? It’s clear you’re here for a reason” she said making him nod and sits down once more “This… may come to you as a shock… but I’m not human… but a sentimonster my father created after my uncle lent him the damaged peacock miraculous because he and my mother couldn’t have kids” he explained which shocked everyone in the room.

But for Mari… this meant that Gabriel was Hawkmoth and Nathalie was Mayura… and he wanted the wish… more then likely for something relating to his wife Emily “So what… you want her to wish you as a human?” Katsuki asked “That’s the tricky part to the wish… by making me human… someone must become a sentimonster” Felix explained making the room go silent.

No one said anything after that… but Mari had to ask Felix something “Who do you have in mind to take your place?” she asked him and in response… Felix smirked “Well isn’t it obvious? I want Lila Rossi to become my puppet so I can make her suffer” he explained making her nod to his request “I’ll get to it later today. Contact me with an update for changes” she explained making Felix nod, hand her his ring and was then escorted out by Shota…

Leaving Mari and Katsuki to walk back to her dorm room in silence… only then did she spoke “I need to have something of her’s that’s important to her… something that she would freak out over if it went missing… only with that in hand can I bound Lila to it and make her take Felix’s place as a sentimonster. Katsuki nodded and then left her room to get someone.

That someone… was none other… than Toru Hagakure…

Katsuki explained her quirk and how she was perfect for this “All you need to do is send me into her room and I’ll just sneak around until I find what’s precious to her and then bring it back to you” Toru explained. Mari nodded to this plan but made her promise to text once she got something from Lila, after Toru promised to do so she activated Voyage and Toru was soon in Paris… right on the roof of the building Lila lives in.

She moved into the shadows and stripped herself before moving to go down to a window so she could peak inside to see who lived there… she continued until she got to an open window and saw Lila in the bedroom doing her makeup before leaving the building. Toru waited a moment and sure enough after entering the room… Lila rushed back to close the window and go to a jewelry box.

And then… Toru saw it… Lila gently plucked out a gorgeous ring with a lily design around the ring… and in the center… was an emerald…

Lila spoke quietly in Italian with her eyes closed, once she was done. She put the ring back into the box and ran out… Toru waited once more just to make sure Lila didn’t come back inside for anything. Then she went to the box and took the ring, opened the window to get out, closed it and went up to the roof where she got dressed and texted Mari that she got something.

A portal soon opened and Toru went through… the second it closed she revealed the ring “I don’t speak Italian but she ran back in to say something to it… maybe a prayer?” she said making Katsuki nod while Mari thanked her. Once she left Mari got up “I’ll look into the past to see where the ring came from in her family… then I’ll try and mess around to change where it goes so Lila never has it” Mari explained making Katsuki nod in understanding.

After going through Burrow. Mari got to work to look into Lila’s past… and she saw a lot of pain for people she lied about to be better than them and make them vanish. She sighed as she kept looking… and then she found what she needed. Turns out she had a grandmother on her mom’s side who passed away before Lila was born, she had been conceived for two months before her grandmother passed and the ring was handed to Lila’s mom to give to her first daughter.

Mari decided to look into Felix’s family and discover that his maternal grandparents were in Italy at the time she lived… and decided to go in. It wasn’t hard for her to make an illusion of herself to look different, then all she had to do was discover Felix’s grandparents and then bump into Lola which was the name of Lila’s grandmother. And then help her to meet Felix’s grandparents.

As a result… they became friends… and then knew about the ring… but Mari wasn’t done… for she had to warn to woman about her granddaughter…

She turned herself into a fortune teller… Lola loves them and believes them often when they say things that end up happening with no information from her. When Lola walked by, she acted “Oh my! Miss Lola is your name correct?” she asked making Lola turn to look at her “Yes? Is something wrong?” she asked making Mari nod “Yes! Your granddaughter is so vile in the future! Your daughter failed in so many ways!” she exclaimed making her eyes widen.

“But how!? I can help her and her husband raise her, no?” Lola asked making Mari sigh “Sadly no… two months after she is conceived you pass away. Your granddaughter Lila lies about her father and causes her parents to divorce” Mari began to explain making Lola gasp… and then… she points to her ring “That ring… you hand it to your daughter to gift to Lila after she is old enough to understand it’s value… but she sells it a few days after receiving it and then lies to her mother about where it is" she lies making Lola go pale as she looks at her ring

“What do I do then? I wrote in my will that my daughter must give it to her first daughter” she explained making Mari smile “There is a way… there is a couple you met and became friends with… their daughter Amélie will have a son named Felix… he cares for antiques better then Lila does… if you will it to Amélie to gift to her first son then he will care for it as if it were a child” she explained making Lola slowly nod “I need to think about all of this… but thank you” she said before walking away.

Once far enough… she uses Burrow, drops the illusion and goes into the future to where sure enough… miss Rossi has become desperate to have a child and her husband is ready to do anything to have one with her. This made her happy… and now she had a wish to make… but she would need to possibly work with the timeline to make sure it all goes to plan “I’ll need to check on the past after I wake up from making the wish… if things don’t go like, I hope… I can just make a deal with the Gabriel from the past to save his wife from the negative effect of the peacock miraculous” she said to herself.

Once back… she made the wish for Felix to be human… and Lila becomes the sentimonster. She passes out and Katsuki catches her… and places her in her bed to sleep there for the next three days. When she wakes up again, she eats the food Katsuki left for her to eat and then uses Burrow to look into the new timeline… and sure enough it changed perfectly.

Gabriel went to Italy one day and bumped into mister Rossi, they talked and one day he reveals the peacock miraculous. Mister Rossi steals the ring from Amélie to create Lila… then gets rid of the ring… causing Mari to go there and put the ring back where it was before he took it, she then secretly goes to Gabriel further along the timeline “Your wife’s ailment… I can save her from it… but you need to hide me for three days… and never tell anyone about this” she said… Gabriel accepts and hides her in his office.

There… she makes the wish… for the negative effects of the peacock miraculous… to be transferred to mister Rossi… which kills him later on…

When she wakes up again. She asks if Gabriel took the brooch from Emilie “It needs to be fixed or else she will get sick again” she had explained to him before making the wish “I locked it away from her… I said that something could have happened to her with it being damaged and told her I would try to fix it… I will fix it yes?” he asks making her smile and nod “It will take you making some akuma’s to get the ladybug and black cat miraculous but yes you will fix it” she replied and then she left… she used Burrow and after that… the timeline she knew was there.

Gabriel becomes Hawkmoth, Nathalie becomes Mayura but the peacock miraculous is fixed… so she secretly goes back to her time but in Paris… to use the rooster’s power Sublimation… to grant her the power to heal someone of the negative effects of a damaged miraculous one time for the person.

Nathalie of course woke up and turned to Mari “So you found out” she said quietly “Felix was a sentimonster… he told me what Gabriel did… I just swapped it to Lila’s dad” she revealed before leaving and using Voyage to get to her dorm room. She leaves her room to find Katsuki “How are things looking for Lila?” she asked making Katsuki chuckle.

“Felix called… said that thanks to the ring he was able to fully control Lila on what she says and does… and ruined her at school by getting her caught when she tried to lie or steal… resulting in her expulsion multiple times” he revealed making her nod with a faint smile. But then he revealed a box “He sent the ring to you though… said something about having enough fun with when growing up and how you have a right to make her pay now” he said making Mari stare at the box… and then she shakes her head.

“It wouldn’t feel right to me… controlling someone to ruin them… it feels wrong to me” she explained making him nod… then he took the ring out of the box “Then I’ll do it… I don’t know her well other then what you said about her so I don’t care” he explained making her nod “Also… can you make me a sentimonster? One that can help me see and hear what she’s doing?” he asked making her nod.

She made a sentimonster that could be controlled with his phone and with it he made her do what she lied about… if she said she didn’t have any money left because she donated it… he made her do it for real… same with her clothes and many more things about helping others. Sometimes Lila would freak out but Katsuki would make her believe that she wanted to do this… and then she followed along as if it was the truth… which made Katsuki laugh because he knew she hated this.

Sometimes if she lied about meeting people or travelling… he would have her admit she lied the very next day while making her feel guilty for lying about those things… and while she didn’t understand why she was doing this… he laughed because since she’s a sentimonster he can make her say and do whatever he wanted of her.

Mari sometimes watches him control Lila but after a while she would leave him be to have his fun of controlling her… sometimes another friend will join in to make her suffer but it was rare and Mari didn’t care since it wasn’t her ring now… but sometimes Felix will ask to have it back for a little while since his parents know he has the ring which Mari didn’t mind doing… but Katsuki will complain about not being able to control Lila for a while.

But once it’s back in his hand… he laughs and goes back to controlling Lila…

A few years later…

“You need to take a break bug… clearly this report is draining you” Adrien said making Mari sigh “I know that minou… but I need it done by tomorrow” she replied making Adrien sigh… while Felix chuckled “Just let her be cousin… it won’t be long before she sees that the report and her latest commission is keeping her from going home to her boyfriend” he said making her eyes widen and check the time…

And she starts running around “Katsuki is going to be pissed if I’m not home soon!” she said… the last thing she heard was Felix laughing before she ends the video call to finish packing up… then uses Voyage to get to her house… where she unlocks the door and walks inside “I’m home!” she says as she takes off her shoes and set’s her things down.

And then… she looks up… to a lovely surprise… prepared by her boyfriend Katsuki…

While she was working… he prepared a romantic dinner for the both of them to enjoy. The home they bought together was decorated with lovely candles and flowers, then Katsuki walks over in a lovely suit “Marinette” he says making her look at him confused to why he said her full name like that… and then her eyes widen as he got down on one knee… and then she saw it… while she never pushed him to wear the ladybug pieces that Adrien bought… he was now wearing them at long last.

“I love you Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I know that I would never love anyone else as much as I love you… so will you make me that happiest man on the planet… and marry me?” he asked making her run over as she said yes multiple times. He slips the ring on her and then guides to the table to eat… next thing that she knows they are working together to plan there wedding. Of course, there friends and family are invited… but she couldn’t wait to do one last thing.

After a month had passed since they got married… together they sent her bullies who hurt her because they believes Lila over her pictures of there wedding… as for Lila… she not only received pictures… but a film of there wedding… and the bouquet she tossed at her wedding… and while it was caught by her friend Ochako… she agreed to let it be sent to Lila… at the prison in Italy she was locked up in… to tell her that she might get married after getting released… but she and the class would never see her again or control her…

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Decemer 18: snowed in, power out happy birthday Idia!!

This really shouldn’t have happened. This is a magic school— you’d think they would be able to handle something as simple as a power outage caused by winter weather. And yet Idia finds himself sprawled out on the floor of Ramshackle’s guest room, where the two of you had been playing games until the snowfall took out the lights, sheer horror pumping through his veins as his phone battery creeps lower and lower.

“What if we die here?!” Idia gasps into the dim room. He rolls over and buries his face into his hands, the bright blue embers of his hair flickering in the darkness as they slowly shift into shades of red, purple, white. Face hidden, his voice is muffled when his complaints continue. “I always thought that if I had to die young, I’d want to be surrounded by my games and figurines— not here in some normie’s room!”

“Idia,” you sigh; you’ve been reading a book by the light of his flames, but it’s hard to make out the words when his hair begins to rapidly shift color. “We’re not gonna die here, Idia. You’re just bored.”

“That’s the same thing!” He groans loudly into the shabby fabric of the dorm carpet.

You nudge his shoulder, earning a grunt when he refuses to look up at you. “C’mon, I’m sure the power will be up again soon enough. You probably need some time away from screens anyways.”

Idia is silent for a moment, and you’re not entirely sure he heard you, but then his soft voice drifts up from the floor. “Ignihyde has backup generators,” he mumbles. “I bet I can melt the snow with my hair and get to the mirror— then I can charge my phone and reset the wifi and—”

“No.” Your voice is just firm enough that he finally lifts his face from the carpet. “You’re not gonna walk through a snowstorm just for wifi, Idia.” Before he can argue, you’ve shuffled closer and opened your book again. “Stay still so I can read.”

A few months ago, Idia would’ve shied away when you pressed so close to him; now, though, he leans right back against you, his body heat more than enough to keep you both nice and toasty. His chin lands on your shoulder and he reads alongside you as you begin to narrate your book out loud; he has no idea what kind of story this is, but just hearing your voice is enough to calm him down for a few hours, no internet involved.