#this 3 day weekend was supposed to be a recharge for me

[sadlittleratboy]

Put down my cat late last night. She was old, around my age (24) and I've had her basically my whole life. I miss that rage beast already. She died comfortably in my arms at least. As long as I was holding her she seemed happy. I held her the entire 40 minute drive to the emergency vet and four 2 hours prior, and I held her during the hour and a half wait for it to all be over. She loved being held, and she even started feeling better enough to purr right before the end. I almost put a stop to it all and took her home because she was feeling a little better, but I knew it would happen again. It seemed like she was ready to go anyway. I feel like I left a big chunk of me in that clinic. When I get her back she'll be ashes. I've had to put down a pet before (just three years ago) and though I loved him I hadn't had him for half the time I had her. She cuddled me to sleep every night. She demanded my attention every second I was home. Even with my other two cats seemingly understanding that I need them more than ever right now it's not enough.

[fastandcarlos]

Living With The LeClercs » Charles LeClerc

Summary: take a peek into the life of the leclerc family and see what they get up to

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charles_leclerc: off season complete ✅ batteries are recharged after yet another amazing holiday with the fam

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scuderiaferrari: looking forward to having you back with us next week charles 🏎️

landonorris: i refuse to accept that y/d/n is yours, she's too beautiful to have your genes

ynusername: @/landonorris she just takes after her mother instead 😇

username1: nooooo, f1 season means we get less dad pics from you charles

username2: i don't ever want the dad charles era to end 😭

ynusername: thank you for the best three months, i couldn't wish for a better dad to our little humans 💕

schecoperez: you're putting me to shame with all these adorable snaps, i better start uploading too

lance_stroll: calling dibs on being first to offer babysitting during the season btw

danielricciado: @/lance_stroll you take one i'll take the other, mini charles' are a lot to handle

lance_stroll: @/danielricciardo you've got yourself a deal

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charles_leclerc: race day is always better with these two babies causing chaos 🥰

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carlossainz55: as cute as your children are, can you hurry up and stop uploading to instagram...some of us have got meetings

username3: y/s/n is hands down the coolest kid at the paddock this weekend

username4: why do i get the impresson project leclerc jr is well underway with y/d/n 🤔

oscarpiastri: STOP SHOWING OFF HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR FAMILY ARE 😡

maxverstappen1: maybe y/s/n will have a better chance of beating me to the top of the podium than you

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day...he's got his eyes on you! apparently you're his favourite driver

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc tell him that he's got excellent taste

ynusername: not you promoting letting toddlers get behind the wheel of high speed cars 🙄

danielricciardo: if you're looking for a coach, you know who to ask

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciado you think i'm not capable of coaching my son

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc sure...but if you want him to learn from a proper driver, just gimme a call 😂

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ynusername: following this man around all day, trying to keep the kids from hugging daddy is a hard day’s work (see second pic for proof 😂)

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landonorris: if charles isn't interested, tell the kids that uncle lando will always be ready for a cuddle

iamrebeccad: i've never done so many steps before, who knew chasing after 3 year olds was such hard work 💫

ynusername: @/iamrebeccad i did try to warn you!! you should've listened

pierregasly: he's just tryna play it cool y/n, he isn't as cool as he used to be

username5: imagine being lucky enough to walk around the paddock and just see y/s/n and y/d/n everywhere

kevinmagnussen: tell them to have a sniff of charles after being in a race car for 2 hours y/n...that will soon be enough to put them off 💩

lilymhe: i want them to chase me and give me all the cuddles in the world

username6: you just know in any free moment charles is secretly looking around wanting his kids back beside him

username7: everyone say thank you to y/n for yet another round of hot dad charles pics 🙏🏻

oscarpiastri: why can't you hug me as lovingly as you hug your son? you're supposed to me my dad too

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri "adopted"

oscarpiastri: @/charles_leclerc IT ALL STILL COUNTS

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charles_leclerc: like father like son…the leclerc smile is deadly

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username8: officially the cutest photographs to ever be uploaded to the internet 🥺

username9: excuse me charles leclerc you cannot just spring photos like this on us without warning

oscarpiastri: i smile like this too...family?? 🥰

maxverstappen1: if i had to pick y/s/n definitely looks cuter

username10: i was not emotionally ready for this adorableness 💔

carlossainz55: deadly?? you look like the squishiest marshmallow

username11: @/carlossainz55 i think you've been spending too much time on the internet 😬

ynusername: my two favourite boys, how did I ever get so lucky?

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername there's no way you're the lucky one, that title belongs to me mi amor

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been posting a lot about my human kids recently, so here’s a shoutout to my other child so he doesn’t feel left out

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oscarpiastri: damn i almost thought that this post was gonna be about me

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri i swear one more comment and i will block you, son or not

landonorris: how dare you mistreat leo like this

username12: @/landonorris #justice4leo

username13: charles leclerc...father of 3

ynusername: leo could never be forgotton, he's our favourite four legged child

alex_albon: @/ynusername also your only four legged child 🤔

estebanocon: cute kids, cute dog...how do you do it leclerc??

yukitsunoda0511: asking for a friend...do your kids also poo in the middle of the paddock or just your dog

username14: @/yukitsunoda0511 YUKI not you stitching charles up like this! 😂😂

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charles_leclerc: my favourite things to do, being a dad with a bit of gaming too 🥺💕

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ynusername: where does being a husband rank in all of them??

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername you’re still my number one 😍

username15: if charles won't appreciate you come and marry me instead

maxverstappen1: so bad at fifa you've resorted to table football i see 🫢

carlossainz55: don't worry charlie, i'll beat you at that kinda football too

username16: not you forgetting the woman that gave you those two adorable humans charles 🤦🏻‍♀️

username17: public apology incoming

danielricciardo: and you just happened to be playing table football with your top off did you? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo it was all just coincidence...promise

georgerussell63: charles leclerc giving the fan girls what they want since 2018

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charles_leclerc: appreciation for the wife so she doesn’t get jealous 😂 I love you honey, thank you for our perfect family ✨🔥

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carlossainz55: if you heard him gush about you as much as i do y/n you'd know there is never anything to be jealous of

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 what sorta thing does he say?? 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 do not throw me under the bus like this!!

landonorris: one of you looks perfect, the other looks like he needs a haircut and to sort his beard out

username18: i hope you know how lucky you are charles

username19: how does y/n manage to look that good running around after y/s/n, y/d/n and charles all day???

logansargeant: can you stop making all us single people feel even more single pls 😭

schecoperez: the second best family in formula one

danielricciardo: @/schecoperez SAVAGE! 💪🏻

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charles_leclerc: just a post to remind you all I can do both…no dad bod around here 🫢

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username20: DADDY!? 💦

landonorris: how many takes did it take you to get that shot in the gym?

carlossainz55: @/landonorris i was there...for several hours

username21: soft dad charles will always be my fave

ynusername: is there anything that you can't do? you take my breath away charles leclerc 💫💕

oscarpiastri: one day i hope to be as strong as you are...dad

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri BLOCKED

alex_albon: i don't know who looks more tired, you or y/d/n

charles_leclerc: @/alex_albon me, definitely me, but i wouldn't change it for the world

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

✯social media au

✯lando norris x female reader

✯a florist and an f1 driver, shall we say perfect match?

✯not requested just a cute idea i had<3

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nothing makes me happier than getting to spend all day doing what I love in a shop I created 2 years ago today. happy birthday to my baby🩷

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username i went there yesterday it was so cute!

>y/ninstagram thank you so much!🩷🩷

username those colours!!!!

lilyhme still obsessed with my bouquet!!

>y/ninstagram i’m so glad!! you’re welcome anytime love!🥰

>username what’s lily doing here👀

flonorrisshowjumping yay happy birthday to the best flower shop ever!!🩷🩷

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>username lando’s sister….?

username SO CUTE!!!

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just a girl in her happy place, nice to get some time away from the shop for a few days🥰

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username gorgeous gorgeous girl!!!

username that flower crown?!

>y/ninstagram right?! only took me 2 hours 😅

landonorris any chance you sell flower crowns?

>y/ninstagram potentially for you!

>username LANDO?!

username i see lando in the likes….

francisca.cgomes beautiful 😍

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nice little break off the track, lots of time to travel, recharge and enjoy the little things, back to work this week! 😁

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username lando in his soft launch era????

username LANDO?!

username wait i recognize that flower crown!!!

maxfewtrell yeah lots of rest happened for sure

>landonorris stfu

y/ninstagram i see you finally got the flower crown!

>landonorris i did, 10 star rating for sure 😉

username WHAT IS HAPPENING RN

username wait lando and y/n?! IM UP

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am i doing this whole formula 1 thing correct?? thank you for having me mclaren! 🩷

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username Y/N AT THE GP THIS WEEKEND?! WHAT

username mclaren’s guest or lando’s guest😏

username lando and y/n are def together cmon…

mclaren very happy you could come!! thank you for all the beautiful arrangements!🧡

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landonorris how was it?

>y/ninstagram it was different, number 4 for mclaren did pretty well

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lilyhme so great to see you again!!! let’s get drinks this week❤️

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lando really didn’t understand the whole ‘soft launch thing’ very well, but i will say it makes me happy that i can share our love with the world….you are truly special to me in so many ways lan❤️

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username flower girl and f1 boy 🫶🏻

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flonorrisshowjumping doesn’t surprise me he couldn’t keep it secret 😭

>landonorris oh??? and what’s that supposed to mean!!

landonorris im sorry my angel🥹

landonorris i love you so much though 😁🩷

>y/ninstagram yeah yeah i love you too silly boy🩷

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my flower girl🩷

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username oh she’s so beautiful

username i can’t tell if i want to be lando or y/n…

>username both😃

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y/ninstagram i love you so much lan

y/ninstagram you’re favourite person in the whole world❤️

>landonorris you’re mine, i love you

maxfewtrell nasty nasty you two are

>y/ninstagram you weren’t saying that when you asked for the most INTRICATE bouquet yesterday 🤔

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[poupeesdecirque]

Travel Blog - Connichi 2024 - Part 3

Convention Saturday or: Positive and Negative Surprises

Saturday was a rollercoaster for me, this blog entry is ... truly a lot.

There is a lot of personal talk in this but also lots of photos of meet ups, photoshoots and an adorable engagement we were allowed to partake in.

After a nice Breakfast we first went to buy an umbrella for me as the sun was supposed to be shining all day long and I am sensitive to brightness (heat is bad yes but the bright light ... I'm getting overstimulated by it easily).

I got asked for photos by civilians and it really made my day, I made children smile by gifting them ballons and despite the weather (bright af and 30°C+) it seemed to be a good day. We started by some photos.

And then went inside to meet friends, check some things out before it became to full. And we went to the cosplay repair as some more seams of my collar came loose.. I didn't see some of them though, but alright. I fixed them after the convention.

I met some more D.Gray-man Cosplayer along the way and as you know me I make this tiny game in which I aim to find as many as I can.

But to be honest I was miffed by some arrangements regarding that day and was not that keen to meet some people, I am ... weird sometimes.

I still decided to visit the "base camp" after calming down a bit from the brightness which always leads to me turning into a little Chihuahua in those regards.

We were a quite huge group and taking photos was kinda ... hard. Especially with two cameras. Alice and Mika had the same issue .. low energy that's why they didn't join us for the other group photo. I felt my energy was at a lower point and walked a few rounds without anybody to kinda recharge but ... eh. I felt it was not the best day for me, despite the fact this was supposed to be my 'main' day with my dream cosplay and all.

But an absolute adorable highlight was what happened during the group photosession...

In which Cake asked Yuna to marry her, this was downright such a beautiful moment, I had to include it here. Look at this wonderful couple, I wish you ALL the best!

We then kinda scattered and some took a few photos together. I did with Anbu (Grave of Maria) and Nagi (Mana), I will post them later on.

After that we took another small shopping trip in the vendor's hall. I got a new bamboo plate and 3 blind box figure.

Then Alu and I went for Ice Cream as it was about time to get some more food into me, knowing I kinda was on the edge of snapping and as we went for Bubble Tea and the flavor I wanted (rip milk tea) was sold out I ... did. It took a lot for me to calm down, this was overdue with the overstimulation all day long. I kinda was possible for me to come down with some relaxation techniques.

We then went to check on Loki (Cross from Friday) as she felt awful that morning and I told her to check on her. I was worried. In hinsight I wish I didn't insist on doing that as ...

I got told to leave as someone in the One Piece/Hazbin Area was afraid of Clowns. I covered my face with the umbrella. But then more people came and I was told to leave again because someone there got raped by a Clown. i just cut the conversation short and left. It was hard for me to mask to be happy as I was approached by someone who recognized me as Allen just a few feet after that. Fighting down my tears I can tell that information did not only ruin that day but the whole weekend and the days after for me.

Alu did his best to suggest comforting things, and things I was looking forward to. Like the Bubble Photoshoot we had planned but it didn't really help... sadly I didn't pack my drawing materials which is a way for me to cope sometimes and sitting around wasn't helping either. My mood was down the drain, I just had recovered myself from a meltdown and then that.

It took me a while but I then decided Nagi to ask for some more Mana/Allen photos and they luckily agreed. I am extremely grateful.

Thank you again for doing all the silly Clown things with me.

As we were taking the photos I discovered two street artists who were juggling with pins over the street and I was amazed by them, as I am still learning how to juggle it's like magic to me when somebody can do it that well.

I had the idea to maybe ask them for photos and ... Alu went over there and asked them so...

... these cool photos came out. As mentioned before I will feature the full photoshoots later.

This helped to improve my mood a lot.

Then we finally came to take the photos with the bubbles, I was looking forward to them since the day before but I was kinda bummed all day long .. and I was not even sure if they would turn out. My mood was better yes but was it enough?

I have no idea how long I just played along but it helped, I love those child-ish acts they help me to relax a lot.

After that someone english speaking recognized me as Allen again (I got recognized a few times which truly surprised me!) and told me they only had seen the Clown Allen as Cosplay once and that was from someone in the US. I am glad I was able to make more people happy than I frightened with my costume.

Later on I even met more incredible D.Gray-man Cosplayers I didn't meet in before. Especially all the Lenalees were so cute and adorable. I met @the-bat-cat-art (Allen here) on sunday too, but only short.. I hope we can meet later on and talk more.

And I found a little pick me up at the artist alley.

Alu suggested even more photos and as I returned from the artist alley I had found the perfect spot for them.

After than we went to the street food festival, got some churros and watched a dance battle in the streets. Those dudes were pretty cool.

Back at the con we tried to take some lantern photos but the street lamps went on and ... it was too bright then.

We decided to call it a day and fetched some Pizza for dinner. In the restaurant I was recognized as Allen one last time for the day by a former Kanda Cosplayer.

I was glad as we were back in the apartment. Oh and I am aside everything amazed how well the make up did during the day I only corrected the lips here and there. And even with the little tearing up it looked still quite nice.

I'm still torn about Saturday there is a lot to digest and... to foreshadow Sunday a bit: my sleep was almost not existent. :')

[deanwanddamons]

Undercover - Chapter One

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders. 

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None (yet) 

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. I’m happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter One. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

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3 weeks before Prologue 

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working. 

After spending a week in the hospital after ‘the incident’, he had been ordered by his Captain, Rufus Turner, to take some time off work to recuperate from his ordeal. Dean wasn’t happy with this command, and had been very resistant to agree. The police force was his life, and the idea of just sitting at home doing nothing was alien to him. But he knew that Rufus was not the kind of man you could argue with. 

Rufus had been his chief for several years, and Dean knew that he wouldn't back down once he had made up his mind. He had tried to reason with him, explaining the importance of his job as a police officer, but Rufus had already made up his mind.

Flashback

"Look, I know how you feel," the older man had said, his tone firm. "But you need to take some time off. You've been working non-stop for months. You need to recharge your batteries, spend some time with your family, and just relax."

Dean knew that his Captain was right. He had been putting in long hours, working weekends and holidays, and neglecting his personal life. He had missed important family events, and he could feel the strain on his relationships.

"I understand, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit at home and do nothing."

Rufus smiled. "I'm not asking you to do that. There are plenty of things you can do. You can take a vacation, travel, catch up on some reading, or do something you've always wanted to do but never had time for. The point is to take a break, clear your head, and come back refreshed."

The officer nodded, silently acknowledging the wisdom in the words he had just heard. He knew he needed a break, and he also knew that his Captain had his best interests at heart. He would take some time off, reconnect with his family, and come back ready to serve and protect.

"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up. "I appreciate your concern, and I'll take your advice."

Rufus nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, go enjoy yourself. That's an order."

When he eventually returned to work, the idea of being given a new identity and to move away from Lawrence, Kansas had been posed to him. He had been furious, but had eventually agreed when he realised if he didn’t, his life could be in danger. 

It was going to be strange. A new day, a new station and a new name. 

He pulled the badge from his pocket, the one that was mailed to him by his new superior Captain Bobby Singer. 

Detective Jon Elliot. 

Dean huffed a laugh. He recognised the mixture of names that had been chosen. Jon Bon Jovi and Joe Elliott. He was impressed. Even though he didn’t think he looked anything like a ‘Jon’, the name was something he was going to have to get used to. His life, and many others, were at stake.

Opening the heavy doors of the police station, he walked over to the desk officer. 

“Detective Elliot to see Captain Singer,” he announced. The deputy nodded and picked up the phone. Dean turned around, noticing a few chairs to his left and sat down. 

He looked around the reception area. It was full of people, coming and going, and was much bigger than the station he had worked in back in Lawrence. It consisted of a large communal area with around twenty desks and three offices. One that belonged to him and his partner Benny, one that had belonged to Captain Turner and one that had been used as a store room. There had been very little crime in the area he had originally worked in. 

That was until Michael had come to town. 

He shook the memory from his head, determined to not let himself be distracted today. 

“Detective Elliott?” A burly, thick set, bearded man in his late 50’s was walking towards him, his hand outstretched. 

“Captain Singer.” Dean stood and shook the man's hand. 

“Please. Call me Bobby. There’s no formality here,” he said “Come with me if you will,” he continued, gesturing to a corridor on his left. 

Dean nodded, and side by side the men walked quietly towards an open door. 

Entering the spacious office, Bobby closed the door behind him as Dean took a seat by the large, oak desk. Taking a moment to look around the room, the Detective took a deep breath as he tried to get himself accustomed to the new surroundings. Photo frames filled with smiling faces adorned the wooden space in front of him. He could only assume that it was the family of the older man who he would be reporting into. 

"Dean, I was sorry to hear about Benny," the Captain started, taking his place in his plush office chair opposite him before he steepled his fingers. "Terrible situation."

“Thank you,” Dean acquiesced, taking in the grim expression on Bobby’s grizzled features. He appreciated the concern, but was hoping that he wouldn’t be expected to go into too much detail. He wasn’t sure he felt quite ready enough to discuss what happened in depth with a stranger, even if he did mean well. 

“Losing one of our own is always a deep blow,” the elder man continued, “And for it to be your partner while you were on a case must make it even harder to bear. I have lost a few colleagues…” Bobby’s words trailed off as he realised Dean was fidgeting in his seat, loosening his tie with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand drumming against the wooden arm of the chair. 

“Anyway, I digress,” he went on, mentally kicking himself for making the new Detective feel uncomfortable, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in here. I trust your new accommodation is to your liking?” 

Dean was happy that the subject had been changed. As Bobby had been speaking, he could feel his heart rate begin to raise, his palms getting sweaty. He wondered briefly if the Captain had noticed, and that was why he had stopped talking. If that was the case, Dean knew he needed to get himself in check. He could not perform his duties correctly if he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Benny. Even though no one else in the precinct knew his real identity except his superiors, it was enough that Bobby asking him questions had made him react this way for him to realise he may need to take the force up on the offer of a therapist. 

“Yes, yes thank you Sir. It’s very nice,” Dean lied. The small apartment he had been supplied was in a rough part of town, above a liquor store, but he was grateful for the relative safety the tiny rooms afforded him. 

“Okay so,” his new Captain went on, “I’ll introduce you to the team, using your assumed name of course. They’re a good bunch. A few mavericks that need to be reigned in now and again, but besides that, they behave themselves most of the time.” 

Raising from his seat, Bobby buttoned his jacket as he walked past Dean towards the door. He opened it and gestured for the younger man to exit the stuffy office. 

He was led through a corridor into a bustling investigation room. Numerous staff were typing away on keyboards, the clack of their fingers creating a cacophony of different rhythms. Desk phones were ringing loudly, most of them being ignored. A large white board containing photographs of suspects in the particular case they were currently investigating stood at the front of the room, words written in different colours of magic marker, some circled, some underlined filling in the gaps between images. 

Dean followed his superior as he moved between the desks, the occupants standing up as the Captain passed, nodding at him briefly before taking their seats again and getting on with whatever work they had been doing. Some of them glanced at Dean as he walked closely behind, others ignored his presence. 

It was clear that Bobby ran a tight ship and was well respected by his subordinates. The fact that they stood up when he approached their work station was a surprise to Dean, as this was not something anyone did for Rufus back in Lawrence, but he made a mental note to remember this in future. 

The duo had reached the desk of an attractive blonde police woman. Her face was open and pleasant, a bright smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, as Bobby introduced her. 

“Detective Donna Hanscum, this is Detective Jon Elliott.” 

“Pleased to meet ya,” she said, holding her hand out. Dean shook it, warming to her friendly demeanour straight away. 

“I’ll leave you in Donna’s capable hands,” the Captain told him, “come by my office before you leave for the evening.” 

As Bobby turned away, Donna pulled a chair out and patted it. “Take a seat.” 

“Coffee?” she offered, her eyes moving towards a vending machine in the corner of the room. “It’s not gourmet, but it does the job.” 

Dean was relieved. He was desperate for some caffeine. “Please. Black, no sugar.” 

“You betcha.” 

As Donna prepared the beverage, Dean took in more of his surroundings. The staff were a mixture of uniformed and plain clothes officers, male and female, young and old. Some were busy on their desktops, others were leaning back in their seats, cellphones to their ears. Food was being consumed at work stations, papers were being shuffled, names were being yelled. 

It was so different to what Dean was used to, but he liked it. It distracted the tumultuous thoughts that haunted him, even in his waking hours. 

Donna, returning to her desk, brought him out of his reverie. He took the plastic cup gratefully and gingerly sipped the tepid liquid. She was right. It was far from gourmet, muddy tasting and luke warm, but it provided the caffeine hit he really needed right now. 

“Nasty right?” Donna chuckled, obviously noticing Dean’s disdainful expression. 

“It’s fine,” he smirked, placing the cup down.

“So, Jon,” Donna said, turning her body towards him, “What brings you here?”

Chapter Two

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In the Dark - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 2 - Take my breath away

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Chapter 2 - Take my breath away

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~Jieun’s POV~

Mondays are always the worst day of the week, as the weekend barely provides enough time to actually recharge and get my energy back after dealing with screaming children for 5 days straight.

I love my job, but teaching elementary school kids their 2+2s and ABCs is not exactly the dream, is it?

It was mine, though. I’ve always loved kids and found a lot of fascination in the idea of bringing up someone, in being able to shape a small person’s thoughts and ideas, in being able to perhaps influence them so that they would remember you 20 years later when they’re all grown up and successful. I wanted them to look back at this time spent with me in our small classroom fondly, to create a safe space for them so that they can grow up into the best version of themselves.

It's still my dream, but the problem is the money, that is hardly enough for my current expenses. Ever since my grandmother got sick, I knew I had to uproot our lives, and I brought her here, in the biggest city of our country, after managing to secure a job as a teacher at a small school in a quiet neighbourhood, so that she can have access to the best healthcare. Her hospital bills and meds, though, combined with my rent and food, are a fatal combination for my paycheck.

But you know the saying: desperate times call for desperate measures.

I was no different, and I knew that if my grandmother were to ever find out what I was doing in order to keep her hospitalized with 24/7 care available, she would at best disown me, at worst kill me with her bare hands.

inthedark.com

A website where you would essentially apply to become a high-end prostitute. A site that’s supposed to keep your identity completely private, and your clients’, too.

I joined this website one week ago and had my first client last Saturday, and for just two hours with him, I got almost half of my school paycheck. He also tipped me 200$, which was crazy. Who tips a prostitute that much?

I shouldn’t be doing this, I know, but what was I supposed to do? Let the person who raised me pass away in pain, when I knew she could get treatment to help her live a decent life for a few more years?

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I lazily got out of bed and headed to school. It was 7:30 AM, and the school was just a few minutes’ walk away.

I liked to get there earlier so that I could rearrange the kid’s seats and make sure my classroom is perfect. We had an art contest last week, and I wanted to put all the paintings on display on the wall for the kids to see. I wanted to set up my cookie jar as well, because the best way to start the day for anyone would be with a nice little treat.

“Miss Park, good morning!” The director of the school, a lady well in her late 50s was inside of my classroom and welcomed me with a big smile on her face. Next to her, a tall, slim good-looking man holding a little girl’s hand smiled as welcoming as the director.

“Good morning, Mrs. Wang. What brings you here so early in the morning?” I returned their smiles and nodded briefly at the man, then turned my attention to the little girl hiding behind her dad’s leg. I waved at her, but she only hid her face more.

“Well, we have a new transfer student. Dear, won’t you introduce yourself?” Mrs. Wang tried to get the little girl to talk and looked at her expectedly. “Come on, we don’t have the whole morning!” She continued, making the little girl turn her head away, and a frown appear on her father’s face. Forcing a shy kid to say anything would prove pointless, so I tried to diffuse the situation.

“Actually,” I started, “we do have the whole morning. What a beautiful day to get to know each other, don’t you think?” I smiled brightly and took a few careful steps towards the dad-daughter pair, letting myself fall on my knees to be on the same height as the girl.

“Well, I’ll let you handle this. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Choi.” The director smiled and left the room.

After the director left, the girl seemed a bit less tense. Her father caressed the back of her beautiful, long, brown, curly hair, and spoke kind words.

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell the nice teacher your name.”

The girl still shook her head, and her dad started apologising. “I’m really sorry, she’s not normally like this. Her name is-”

“That’s fine.” I cut him off. “We can learn each other’s names later, isn’t that right, beautiful?” I smiled at her lovingly, and she finally looked at me for a few seconds. “I have something really tasty for you and your future classmates.”

I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the large bag of chocolate cookies that I baked yesterday. “But I have to put them in that big jar on the desk. I’m not sure I can do it alone. Would you like to help me put the cookies in the jar? You can have two cookies if you help me, but it has to be our secret.” I whispered and placed my index finger against my lips, then winked.

The girl seemed excited, as she nodded eagerly with a bright smile on her face and ran to the desk. I followed her, and gave her the bag of cookies, letting her put each cookie into the jar; a simple activity that helped calm her down and warm up to me.

“Wow, you’re so good at this!” I praised her, and she chuckled like the innocent kid she was, reminding me of why I loved children so much. If I would ever have a daughter, I wanted her to be just as cute as this little girl who’s happily putting cookies in the jar one by one with her little hands.

“Done.” She smiled, showing me and her dad her work proudly.

“Well done, baby!” Her dad praised her as well.

“Now it’s time to eat a cookie!” I clapped my hands once, and the girl took some cookies out and came to me and her dad, handing them to us. Of course, we accepted and started eating them, as the girl grabbed a cookie for her as well and munched on it joyfully.

“How is it?” I asked the girl, watching her devour the treat.

“Tasty!” She exclaimed, making me and her dad look at each other and chuckle. “I love chocolate!”

“I’m glad you like it. I made them myself!” I boasted, then chuckled again. “My name is Park Jieun. I’m really happy to have you join my class, and I hope we’ll be best friends.” I told the girl, who nodded and replied.

“My name is Choi Nari. It’s nice to meet you, Miss Park. Can I hug you?”

“Of course, come here!” I positioned myself back on my knees and opened my arms to her, squeezing her tight. She was the sweetest little girl.

“Where will I sit?”

“Hmm, how about this seat here?” I went next to the first desk next to the window and pointed to the seat on the left, which hasn’t been occupied. “Your deskmate is a sweet girl just like you, and I think you’ll get along great.”

The girl happily ran towards her seat and her dad followed her, placing her small backpack on the table.

“Okay, Nari, daddy has to go to work.” The man spoke kindly. “I will come pick you up at 4, okay?”

“Okay daddy! I love you!” She waved.

“I love you the most!” He smiled and waved back, and I saw him out of the classroom.

We walked for a bit, and I closed the door behind us, giving Nari privacy to take out her stuff in peace and arrange them on her desk.

“Thank you so much, Miss. Park. Nari already seems better.”

“Nothing to thank me for, Mr… Choi?” I tilted my head and smiled, unsure.

“Oh, yes! I apologise, I completely forgot to properly introduce myself earlier. My name’s Choi Minho.” He nervously scratched his nape and handed me his hand, which I shook.

“No worries.” I chuckled. “May I ask why you transferred Nari in 2nd grade?”

“She… has been bullied at her old school, and…”

“Oh no.” I frowned. “I’m so sorry.”

“I hope she’ll be better here. She really seems to like you. Please take care of her and let me know if anything happens.” He bowed slightly.

“Of course. Please don’t worry about anything. She’s in good hands.” I assured him, and he raised his head.

Opening up his coat, he took out a small business card and handed it to me. “This is my number, please call me anytime if Nari needs anything, or if something’s wrong. Sometimes I’m a few minutes late to pick her up, but I’m going to try to be here on time. Still, could I also have your number in case I’m running late?”

“Of course.” I smiled and typed in his number from the business card in my phone, shooting him a quick text with my name.

“Thank you so much, Miss Park. I see kids are already starting to come, so I’m gonna leave you to your job. Have a nice day!”

“You too, Mr. Choi.” I smiled and stepped back into my classroom, where Nari already finished arranging her notebooks and was now excitedly looking at all the paintings on the walls.

Damn, the paintings! I cursed in my head, remembering I wanted to stick the ones from last week’s art contest on the walls, but it was already too late to do so.

Children started buzzing into the classroom, their parents holding their hands tightly and kissing their chubby cheeks goodbye, as the next time they would come pick them up would be in some many hours from now: 6, 7 or even 8, to be more precise. Even if the classes ended at 12, the school I secured a job at gave the working parents the possibility of coming late for pick up.

When the parents were gone and the whole class was seated, I asked Nari to come in front and I helped her introduce herself, making sure that she felt as comfortable as one shy child could in a new environment.

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2 AM found me drinking tea on the small sofa in my rented apartment. Normal people would sleep this late on a Thursday night, but here I was browsing through people’s forms in Requests on the In the Dark app.

Meeting Charisma last week got me a lot of money, and ever since then, I’ve received a few requests from others, but I’ve been pretty reluctant to meet up with anyone else. Charisma set the bar quite high. Not only was he fit as fuck, which I could tell just by roaming my hands on his chest and perfectly sculpted abs and muscles, but he was genuinely good in bed too, not selfish, made sure I felt good and even made me cum, which was a first for a random hook-up, and certainly not what I expected when I signed up on inthedark.com as a prostitute.

His special requirements were also normal, compared to the others I’ve seen which were at best degenerate. I kept rejecting other ‘applicants’, but I wasn’t sure if I should keep my expectations high or just go with whoever was willing to pay the price I gave myself.

It felt horrible, objectifying myself like that, having to decide what my body sells for and actively selling it away. I have become just a trash toy for someone to use as they please. I have become damaged goods, an object purely crafted for sexual function. I have become dirt, and I was now a dirty woman.

inthedark.com was, after all, a dirty place stinking putrid. Even if the font was a fancy Centeria Script, the name shining in golden letters on a black screen, even if it looked presentable, drawing you in with every click, promising all and any fantasy, wild, rough sex under the pretense of a poor woman’s factual desire, it was just a filthy site, gaudy and cheap, like any other brothels out there. The more it seems to shine, the more it’s actually teeming with decay.

The only good things this site offered were how private everything was and letting me at least make the choice myself of who to sell my body to. There were extensive documents everyone who wanted to become a member – be it customer or whore – had to provide, from medical records to personal information that was stored to be used against you in case you would violate the terms and conditions. They would sue you to oblivion if you so much as brought a source of light in the room.

At least that.

It was private and it was safe from a medical point of view.

The first (and only) customer I had was this Charisma dude, who, as I said, set the bar in the fucking sky. He was respectful and treated me more like a partner than like a mere prostitute, even if he didn’t want to kiss me.

I understood that, for I probably was, in his eyes, a dirty whore who fucked men for money.

Still, I was really grateful that my first customer was Charisma. He didn’t know how many demons I was battling while letting him touch me and while touching him. He didn’t know how much I hated myself for disposing of my principles in exchange for my grandmother’s hospital bills. He didn’t know any of it. Still, he treated me with care. He didn’t degrade me more than I was already degrading myself, and I was thankful for that, because otherwise I didn’t know how I would’ve been able to live with my regrets and with this guilty feeling pressing down on my chest every time I breathed.

7 requests to go through. I sighed, still unsure if what I was doing was the right thing. I didn’t want to fuck strangers for money, in fact, I was always against women flaunting their tits and asses and pussies to earn some, but then again, I think there aren’t too many people that geuinely want to do this kind of work anyway, and how else was I supposed to get more money without it affecting my day-to-day life and job? It’s not like I could go get hired somewhere else and work another 6 hours per day for the whole month, just to get the same pay check I made after a few hours of sex.

Still, I really didn’t want to accept other forms. Charisma’s money was going to pay for my grandma’s care this month, so I could technically not get any clients until next month without any issues.

Yes, maybe I should just reject them all and whatever comes next month, I will take.

Another sigh left my lips as I looked at my now cold cup of tea, just as a ping forcefully pulled me out of my thoughts.

1 new notification – inthedark

I pressed on it and a new request popped up.

It was Charisma.

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CHARISMA – personal form

THINGS I ENJOY: Hello Flame, I was hoping I would see you again this Saturday. Just like I mentioned in my last form, I love everything intimacy-related.

THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: No kissing on the lips, please.

CONDOM / NO CONDOM (if you pick the NO CONDOM option, you have to attach a report of a recent medical check-up that ensures you don’t have an STD): no condom

SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: Feels weird to communicate this way, but not knowing who you are and you not knowing who I am is probably better for both. I’m really sorry for the dirty question, but… how’s your gag reflex? I would love to fuck your throat if you’d let me :) Of course, that doesn’t mean I will forget about you.

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Charisma wanted to see me again on Saturday night. He booked 4 hours this time.

I really didn’t want to accept other forms. But if it’s him…

I think… I might just accept it.

Why not?

He was great in bed. He paid attention to every part of my body.

He held me afterwards.

Why not?

I started reading through his form and found it very funny how he used each column to have a ‘conversation’ of sorts. All the other clients would simply write what they wanted or didn’t want, forgetting there was a human being on the other side of the form.

He even wrote please, for fuck’s sake. Did he forget I’m just a whore?

Of course, that doesn’t mean I will forget about you. He wrote that. Why? Does he want me to enjoy the sex that badly? He could just use my throat to get off and not even touch me at all, and it wouldn’t have mattered, because he doesn’t pay me to enjoy having sex with him. He pays me so he can cum inside or on me. So… why did he feel the need to mention my pleasure like that?

Is he also having second thoughts about this whole prostitution-thing?

Maybe I’m also the first harlot he’s seeing. What a funny thought. Maybe we’re just the same. It wouldn’t be so implausible, since his touches were so unsure at first, I almost felt like laughing. Shy in a whore house. Pfft.

I liked Charisma. He was a good customer to have.

I could just think of him as my fuck buddy to ease my guilty conscience, and if I would only see him, and he would hire me at least once a month, I wouldn’t have to fuck any sleazy guys. I could keep my dignity – in some way, anyway. This felt like cognitive dissonance, but it helped me not beat myself up over having a different guy pay me every week to endure him fucking me.

At least I enjoyed it with Charisma.

Yes. Okay.

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FLAME – personal form

THINGS I ENJOY: Charisma, I really appreciate you booking me again. :) I’m quite happy, actually, to know you’ve enjoyed our last time together. Of course, I’m going to take care of you and hold onto you for the whole night. ;)

THINGS I DON’T WANT TO DO: I don’t enjoy pain, but you can slap my ass (please?), and even my face – not too hard! – if you’re into that, if you make sure you won’t leave any marks.

CONDOM / NO CONDOM: no condom

SPECIAL REQUIREMENTS: My gag reflex is not so bad, but it might take some time to get used to you. Please take it slowly at first. If I can’t take it or need a break, I will tap on you three times.

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Saturday came by quickly, and I was pacing back and forth around the dark room while waiting for Charisma. It was funny, really, not ever seeing how this room looks like in the light, but they’ve informed me when I first came here that the lights in the ‘bedroom’ stay off all the time to prevent any accidents from happening. Only the hallway is illuminated, and that light turns off automatically as well as soon as you press on the bedroom’s handle.

When I arrive here, the bedroom door is already open, so I have to walk into the room and shut the door behind me, which is when the mechanism starts working. The client then comes in the hallway, opens the bedroom door, and all lights in the whole place turn off. When the time is up, we hear a small bell sound, and I have to exit the room back into the hallway and close the door behind me.

The door locks automatically and the light turns on, and there is a clean white bathrobe waiting for me on the small shelf in the hallway. I must dress myself in it, then leave to another room on another floor, so that my client has the same privacy as I do. In that other room I can shower and chill out while a staff member brings me my clothes, previously discarded on the floor.

Now back on what happens to the client after I leave. The bedroom door would get unlocked, and he would have to go into the bathroom and clean up as well. While he does that, the staff member quickly collects all our clothes, and they leave the client’s on the small shelf in the hallway, and they bring mine, as I said.

Neither of us meets the staff members face to face. We sometimes hear them rummaging around, but we’ve already been instructed on the app prior to the meeting that we have to pretend they’re not there, and not try to meet them at all. Their identities are private. They have the same right to privacy as we do.

My clothes are brought to me in the hallway of my new room while I sit on the bed and watch TV or eat and drink stuff from the mini bar, but only after my client has left the building for a long time. Last time it took about 1 hour for my clothes to be brought to me, and I spent that time glancing around the room at the ugly yellow wallpaper with gaudy flowers on it, and the boring brown furniture. I wondered if the room Charisma and I used looked as disappointing as this one.

At least everything was clean.

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I don’t know how long I waited for Charisma. Probably 20-something minutes, as I got here way earlier than I should’ve. I sat on the bed for the first many minutes, but I got bored and sleepy, being surrounded by complete darkness, so I decided to get up and just walk around the room, see if my hands recognise any décor from the room I did see.

My heels were getting uncomfortable, and I don’t know why I decided to wear them. I could’ve worn sneakers. My stupid brain just thought in a leap of judgment that this slutty short skirt I was wearing, that left virtually nothing to the imagination, fit way better with a pair of high heels. Both were black, but of course, I was the only one who had that information. The staff member that would have to pick them and my soaked wet panties from the floor and bring them to me would have it as well, in about four hours from now.

When the door finally opened, Charisma’s scent invaded my nostrils, just like last time. The perfume he used must’ve been expensive, but I didn’t recognise it.

Instead of waiting patiently for him to figure out where I am, like I did last time, I decided to be bolder and headed towards him directly. My eyes were already adjusted to the darkness in the room enough to be able to see shapes. Of course, there was no visible source of light, but it wasn’t pitch black either, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to notice where Charisma was.

He was a tall man with a nice build, and he frankly turned me on, thankfully.

When I got in front of him, he stopped moving, aware of my presence, and I pressed my hands on his face. If he were my date, or at least my hook-up or one night stand, I would’ve kissed him, but I knew better.

I knew he didn’t want it. Why did I want it? It made no sense.

I would’ve done it, though.

I would’ve raised on my tiptoes, even on these uncomfortable high heels, and I would’ve smiled at him and told him a small ‘hi’, and then I would’ve pressed my lips against his, and I would’ve let him stick his tongue down my throat and kiss me over and over while our hands would erratically grab each other’s bodies, for both of us were full of desire and wanted to feel a little bit closer.

But my contract doesn’t allow me to talk, and he doesn’t allow me to kiss him, and I don’t know why these thoughts even went through my head, because what genuine desire could there possibly be between a customer and his whore, besides purely sexual tension for a release?

He held my hands with his, that were still on his face, and he grabbed my right palm, letting my fingers brush over his lips so lightly, a feather must’ve felt heavier. Then, he pressed a gentle kiss on my fingertips, and my heart started beating faster, irregularly, uncontrolled.

He pulled my body into a hug and caressed the back of my hair as if he would’ve said ‘I missed you’, as if I were his lover, and I embraced him back, as confused as I was, feeling my head get lighter as I felt deprived of oxygen. He took all of it out of my lungs with such simple gestures.

When we separated, I started roaming his body with my hands, taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. We let all those useless garments fall down and I started kissing his neck and chest, biting his skin slightly, his small moans every time my lips touched his body turning me on way too much for him to just be a client that pays me to have sex with him. Who knew this could be so enjoyable to me?

Since I was meeting him for the second time, I already knew my way around his body, his firm muscles, where I needed to touch to make him squirm under my fingers. He was burning hot and he smelled good, and all my senses were intoxicated and full of him, so it was too easy to fall on my knees and unbuckle his belt, to take his already hard dick in my mouth.

Did I excite him that much for him to already be hard after just a few love bites on his chest and stomach?

As soon as my mouth made contact with his member, he let out a small groan. I wondered if his head was rolled back, if his eyes were closed, if he wanted to watch me suck his dick. If we would’ve seen each other and he would’ve looked at me, would’ve I looked right in his eyes to watch him become fucked up with the pleasure I’m causing?

What colour were his eyes? Brown? Green? Black?

I worked his dick down my throat to the best of my abilities, painfully aware of his written request of fucking it tonight. I wasn’t necessarily good at deep throats, but with enough ‘training’ and patience, I think I would be able to take a good fucking, even if it would leave my throat sore the next day.

Charisma was thankfully patient, for now at least. He let me suck him off the way I wanted to, his small moans would compliment me and encourage me to keep going, and his large hand on the top of my head was there just to caress me, not to push me or hasten me in any way.

He showered beforehand; much to my delight, he tasted good, and he was well groomed. This, combined with the fact that his body was sculped by some Greek God, made me wonder why he came to see a prostitute in the first place. It shouldn’t have been difficult to get any dates.

Maybe he’s ugly.

The thought sounded wrong in my head. Somehow, I didn’t even want to imagine this a possibility, for it was simply impossible for Charisma, who treated me so gently, who smelled so good and was so tidy, who certainly spent years in the gym to train this perfect body under my fingertips, to not be good looking.

Maybe he looks like that dad of the new girl in my class. He is handsome enough, and they seem to be of similar heights anyway.

A dangerous thought came through my head, but I tried to get rid of it as soon as it came.

Use Choi Minho as a visual representation of Charisma. He’s hot and handsome, and they’re the same height.

Of course, doing this to my mental health wasn’t a good idea. Charisma was Charisma, a faceless man I enjoyed fucking whenever he wanted to meet me.

I should never navigate on that territory of imagining him to be someone I know in real life that I see every day while he drops off and picks up his daughter from school. He’s probably married anyway, and I’m not a homewrecker. Not intentionally, at least. Charisma might be married too, but I didn’t feel any rings on his fingers last time we met. Of course, men are men, and he could’ve just taken it off, but even if he didn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered, because he was paying me for the few hours spent together, and I couldn’t get out of the agreement anyway.

I continued sucking Charisma off, and I started getting used to the pressure down my throat. Even if I was choking a bit on my saliva that was now uncontrollably smearing my face and falling on my clothes and probably on the floor, the feeling in my neck wasn’t that unpleasant, and I was glad that I didn’t feel like throwing up.

Charisma must’ve felt it too, because he grabbed my face and pulled away, then helped me stand up. He used his hands to clean up my chin, then helped me towards the bed. I laid down, my head on the edge of the mattress, as he aligned his dick with my mouth.

I opened wide, but he hesitated for a bit.

Is this okay? Is what his hesitation made me think he wanted to ask, if he were allowed to talk. Of course, he signed the same forms as me, so we weren’t allowed to utter any more than desperate sobs, moans, grunts and whines, but that’s what it felt like he was asking, so I placed my hands on the back of his now naked thighs and pulled him towards me.

He pushed his dick in my mouth, and I took it in fully, and he stayed there, balls deep, for a few seconds, taking my breath away. Then, he pulled out and I caught my breath. He didn’t leave me too many seconds to do so, as he entered my mouth again and started keeping a steady pace of fucking my throat deep and quick while holding my neck with his right hand. He squeezed and I felt myself become a bit too deprived of oxygen, and while it made my head dizzy, it also gave me euphoria, so I found myself moving my own hand towards my pussy and starting to rub it slowly through my underwear, while Charisma was using my throat as his personal fleshlight.

I was becoming sensitive and felt myself wanting to cum, but my head got so dizzy, I was focusing hard to keep myself present in the moment and not faint from the lack of air in my lungs. I stopped rubbing myself and raised my hand to cover Charisma’s on my neck, as I was almost at my limit and didn’t think I could take it anymore.

I held onto his hand for a while, and he stopped squeezing my neck and held me back as his pace started becoming sloppy, and I knew he was close. He moved his other hand on my left breast, groping it and squeezing it through my blouse and bra.

I shut my eyes tight and fought the urge to tap his hand three times to make him stop, decided to only do so if I really couldn’t take it anymore.

However, there was no need for me to do so, because he came down my throat soon after I held his hand, with a loud grunt that sounded heavenly to my ears, and he removed his dick from my mouth, proceeding to probably kneel down and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

If I were his date, and not a mere whore, would’ve he kissed my lips instead?

I took the next few minutes to recover from the intense face-fucking I’ve experienced and let the air slowly make its way back in my lungs, while Charisma grabbed a bed sheet or some other fabric and wiped my face clean with one hand and touching my hair soothingly with his other.

You did a good job. That’s what his touches felt like, and I felt cared for.

After a couple minutes of breathing in and out, I grabbed Charisma’s arm and pulled him towards me, letting him know that I’m ready for whatever he wants us to do next.

He started by pulling me up to sit on my ass so he can take off my blouse and bra with ease, then he palmed my breasts and kissed spots on my neck and collarbones while pinching my nipples softly.

I let a soft whine escape, and he made his way down, riling my skirt up and only removing my panties. He pushed my legs open, and I became aware of how wet I was. He ate me out last time we met as well, and I tried to focus on how good his tongue felt on my clit, and not on the fact that he must’ve considered my lips to be dirtier than my pussy; otherwise, why wouldn’t he want to kiss me?

His tongue moved carefully between my folds. He was experimenting each spot that made me moan, he teased my entrance before moving back to my clit and sucking on it ever so gently, and he seemed to relish on all the sounds I was making, for he let out some small moans as well every time I would clench around nothing.

Two of his fingers brushed my lips and I opened up my mouth again for him to stick them down my throat, covering them in saliva, just so that he could move them against my entrance and explore my insides with them, as if they wouldn’t have slid easily enough with how wet he made me, anyway.

He continued licking up my clit while his fingers curved mercilessly inside of me, grazing the sweet spot inside, driving me over the edge and bringing me to what was probably the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.

He continued licking me and fucking me with his fingers, and the pleasure started becoming overwhelming, even painful, so I put my hands in his hair and grabbed it as hard as I could, making him move away from me.

He kissed my thighs while I moaned and moaned, trying to get back from my high, then he kissed my lower stomach and made his way up on my body, as if he wanted to kiss me everywhere, to not leave any patch of skin untouched.

Once he was completely on top of me, his dick brushed against my pussy, and I felt how hard he became once again. He kissed the crook of my neck as he pressed his dick inside, and I let out a loud whine, as he didn’t leave me any chance to get used to him inside of me. He started thrusting strongly, earning a loud moan each time he would bottom out inside of me, and I let my head roll down, falling out of the mattress while he was buried in my neck, biting it and sucking on it while fucking me hard.

I felt my second orgasm creep in, and I came loudly, unable to control any sounds coming out of my mouth. Hearing me, Charisma grunted and soon enough I felt his warm release inside of me as well.

He collapsed on top of me, and we just breathed for a little while, together, synchronised, letting our chests rise and fall and touch, our faced hovering mere centimetres away, his lips so closed to mine, his breath against mine so warm. It would’ve been so easy to cross a line, but he specifically asked to not be kissed, and I really wanted to see him again, to have him fill me up and take care of my body’s needs.

Eventually, Charisma moved away from on top of me and guided me in a normal position on the bed, head on his shoulder similar to last time, and started caressing my hair slowly, kissing my forehead, slowly dragging his fingers on my arm, making my skin get goosebumps.

I enjoyed staying like this with him so much, even more than the sex. It felt like we were close, and I let my right hand feel his heartbeat against his chest, and I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The bell sound painfully woke me up from my slumber, indicating that our four hours were over. Reluctantly, I got up from Charisma’s shoulder and sighed, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down, hugging me tightly, before releasing me.

I didn’t want to overthink it too much. He must’ve just been grateful I let him cum down my throat and in my pussy. That’s all.

I made my way out of the room and closed the door behind me, which obviously locked, and the light turned on.

I grabbed the white bathrobe hanging on the shelf in the hallway and went out, heading towards my new room I had to use until Charisma completely left the building.

Once inside the new room, I went straight to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror while taking off the robe. My whole skin was stained with purple marks going from my neck to my breasts and my abdomen, and I traced each of them with my fingers, until I reached the hem of my skirt.

I was still wearing it. Charisma didn’t take it off this time, for some reason.

Seeing myself like that, naked, in only that damn short slutty skirt, covered in love bites, my hair and make-up a mess, and knowing I’ve just been covered in saliva and snot hours prior by some strange man I was meeting for money for the second time already, I really felt like a dirty whore.

Looking in the bathroom mirror was a rude awakening to this fact, and no matter how much I wanted to trick myself into thinking that Charisma’s nice gestures were genuine attraction towards me, my dishevel hair and this short skirt brought me back to Earth.

I was nothing special. I was just a whore.

A nobody.

Dirt.

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Charisma

Rate Flame from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Were all your special requirements fulfilled? (Leave empty if not applicable): Thank you for everything, Flame. I felt amazing. Tonight has fulfilled so many of my fantasies. Let’s do it again sometime.

What did you enjoy? -

What should be improved? -

Would you like to tip Flame? (Any amount you write will automatically be deducted from your Card after submitting this form. Leave empty if you don’t wish to tip your host): 300$

Thank you for using our service!

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MEETING REVIEW FORM by Flame

Rate the interaction with the customer from 1 to 5 (lowest to highest): ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Did the customer fulfil your special requirements? -

Tip received – 300$: Thank you once again for the tip, Charisma, and I’m glad to learn that you felt good tonight. I loved sucking you off, and you can fuck my throat anytime. We definitely have to do it again and let me know if there’s any other fantasies you want fulfilled. I’d be glad to be the one to fulfil them for you xx❤️

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

[marvelingjules]

As typical when I only have one weekend day off, it ended up very busy.

My phone’s battery was needing recharging way too often - 2-3 times throughout the day - and with my upcoming out of state trip I decided I’d feel more comfortable with a new phone that had a good battery. Mine was a good 6 gens back so it had an upgrade due anyway. Guy misunderstood the size I wanted and I didn’t catch it until after the transaction had been done but oh well. Ordered a good phone case for it that should be at the house for me tomorrow.

Did some laundry, got groceries again - enough for work lunches this week and next once I’m back, and for dinners this week and a little next. Plus some stuff I just hadn’t got yet - like a swiffer mop - during which I found some potential new dinner box mixes. Had one tonight - still too big for just me but I’ll take leftovers for lunch. It was good though I’d add more noodles and my own, better bacon. (I made it with turkey, since that’s what I had, instead of chicken too.)

Later this week I will need to restock Bailey on wet food, and I’m looking for a replacement ribbon toy, since he’s been loving his from the holidays to death.

The store was so much more crowded than I expected, and money is such a stressor for me (always has been, more so now with the apartment), that by the time I got to the self check I was legit shaking. I didn’t feel panicky in the way a lot of people describe panic attacks; I never do really? I go one of two ways - I cry hard for a good 20 mins and go numb, or I like… zone? Idk how to describe it, but I am almost hyper aware of all the noise-people-too-much of my surroundings and can’t think much past “don’t like this too much uncomfortable don’t like this”. Which writing down, yeah, okay, sounds like panicking but it doesn’t feel panic-like. Just overwhelmed.

Anyway, once I realized I was legit shaking I checked into myself and realized I was breathing a little fast and shallow - probably not noticeable to anyone else but I’m very aware of my breathing; asthmatic after all - and clenching my jaw hard and how tight my muscles were. So. I handled it, took some of my in the moment meds (because there was another store and back to my folks’ house after that too), and just took slow measured breaths.

And then when I was supposed to go back to my folks’ house tonight to pick up the air/dry laundry, I let them know I would be by tomorrow instead, because I just was done for the day. Yay for me letting myself have limits, instead of pushing past them bc I’m worried about inconveniencing others!

Still. There goes my day off. I work the next four, have Friday to trip-final-prep and then we’re heading out Saturday morning! Super excited!

[gludgenbell]

I think we should normalise taking an entire day to just sleep, to regenerate and relax. That's why the 4 day work week makes sense, sleep all day one day, do chores one day, and do something fun the 3rd day, right?

From my understanding, my feelings and what I've seen, a 3 day weekend would be great and beneficial

For me and my family, Sunday is supposed to be the day we rest and recharge (though it doesn't always go that way) and we try to stick to it!

as someone who isn't currently doing much, I find myself more active on Sundays than my siblings - but!! I'm sure they'd agree with you, as they do fully enjoy the days of rest and relaxation

[crystalclearmist]

I was not aware how much I was masking when visiting my family.

They have a big home, so I can always retreat for a few hours when noises or social interactions are too much for me and I suppose my fam just thought I am bored and doing my own thing instead of recovering/recharging.

Last weekend my family visited me and my husband at home for three days. Yes, they slept in a hotel and had breakfast there, but the rest of the time they stayed at my 80 square meters, three room apartment and I don't thinks any of us enjoyed the experience as much as we hoped.

I can't have social interaction all day long without brakes, no matter how much I love them. I can't have constant background noise from the TV or TickTock or phone calls without getting stressed.

I feel exhausted after 3 hours walking in the park, being surrounded by strangers, car noises and unfamiliar surroundings.

My mom, who can't walk fast or very long because of her damaged knees, was perplexed beyond believe when I announced I needed a 15 minute nap and a few quite minutes to myself before interacting again, because she didn't think it was exhausting, even though she is the one with the injuries.

I think she expected 24/7 entertainment and time together, because she kept on asking if I wanted to go to the city or to the lake or taking a walk together, even though she could have done this with dad alone.

I don't know what to say... I'm severely depressed and have Adhd and I guess I never let them see the full extend of it, while visiting them.

In my own home though, where I feel secure and accepted as I am, I was doing my routine (as much as was possible with guests) and looked after myself and my needs, and I guess my "true self" kinda clashed with the image my family had of me

[flowergrownbeyondthestone]

So far most of the things I’ve written here were leaning towards being majorly positive and somewhat optimistic, but I think I’m going to ruin this trend today. Despite trying my best to preserve my energy and recharge yesterday, I woke up feeling absolutely exhausted today. Even before I got to work it felt like I had 0 energy available and yet I still had to get through the day somehow. That on its own is not great, but worse days happen. That aside, lately I’ve been wondering why after a long streak of feeling quite good while working 3 days suddenly my energy level seems to be worse again and even getting through these 3 days can be challenging. Today I realized that this is the time around which I started to actually go out and socialize more. Wow. Great. So apparently if I spend 4 days of my weekend primarily isolating myself I can function at work, but if I decide to do more then well… the good time ends there. Or well, I still have a good time while being around others and doing stuff, but I’m absolutely suffering at work. I basically cried like two times today already and I’m temporarily feeling like I’m less of a person. Working part time and still unable to have fun without paying for it later. Still having to plan everything around my energy levels, with no clear idea of what should happen in the future. I didn’t choose any of this, but right now it’s hard for me not to feel like I’m failing at life. I know it’s not really my fault and the circumstances in my life have been less than optimal for a long while, but… I so fucking badly wish I could just function on a normal level without a ton of consideration and pushing myself beyond my limits. There’s so much frustration coming up because I feel like I’ve had to deal with things on my own basically my whole life. Of course I had different people supporting me, but it should never be their burden to carry, unfortunately at some points it was. My family has never really shown up for me, not in an emotional and present way at least. It still fills me with so much sadness and anger, in a way I feel simply abandoned because even though I am an adult and technically don’t need them, don’t we all want to have someone that’s going to be there no matter what happens? Normally family is. But not mine. I have to carry my burden, their burden and at the same time somehow not feel like I’m falling apart. I can absolutely see a good life for myself, but not when I constantly need to worry about earning a living and somehow not becoming an isolated cave hermit. I just want a break. I didn’t even get to enjoy my childhood and now I feel like I’m drowning in adult responsibilities while only just learning who I am and what I need. I wish I had a place to go where I could just exist for a while without everything hanging above my head. It just really doesn’t feel like it’s an option though, I’m alone in the country, I have no alternative source of income, I have virtually no support in that way and my biggest problems are strictly connected to the practical life shit (aka money, energy and time). I need some changes but how the fuck do I figure out what my life should look like when I can’t even find a way to get advice from anyone and I sure as hell can’t always do everything alone. Especially not when it comes to such major decisions and not having anything to fall back on. I don’t know. I just want to be able to allow myself to be weak and tired when I need to. Meanwhile one day after getting out of psych ward and the worst mental breakdown of my life I was already back at work and pushing further, cause what the hell am I supposed to do? I hate that reality. I didn’t ask for any of this mess and now it’s all mine to deal with

(Update, an hour and a bunch of chips and tears later): I feel much better now, cheers

Not that the issues are solved buuut. I’LL LIVE

[ihateeverything101]

he puts everything on me!! i make him feel shitty because we didn't do sexual things together. i like doing sexual things too!!!! but there are real life things that need to happen and when i thought about my 3 day weekend i never thought it would go like this. it's a joke. it literally feels like a joke 😂😂😂😂 i was managing my emotions so well even though i was exhausted this week because i didn't have my weekend. i was like yay!!! 3 days i will definitely have enough time to recharge, do things, and have fun!! i was so excited. why lmao. why. why did i have such high hopes. we had plans to go to the outlets and grocery shop together. i was so excited for those things. we never do anything together outside of the house, it's always me by myself. he said he wanted to go with me so i was excited! i had plans to do things on my own because i am tired of not being happy with my weekends. but this is what happens when i try to take it by the horns and be commuted to what i want to do and get done. i told him every step of the way, i want one day relax, one day where we can go out and do things, one day where i can do the things i need to around the house. i was talking with him every step of the way but still he manages to change my plans and his plans last minute. yesterday was supposed to be our going out day. i tell him how much it means to me even for him to come on grocery trips with me. we have a rough morning because he confuses me and i don't handle it well. again i feel like it's on me, im the younger one trying my best but it doesn't matter to him. it was already late in the day and we had a lot to do. i told him i was going to go shower and i figured he was going to jerk off so i asked him, are you going to get off? and he said yeah and i went and showered and tried to put myself in a good mood to continue this day on the right foot. i came out of the shower and back into the basement, his area, and i was smiling and happy and asking him if my outfit was ok and he was talking to me flatly. i don't know what else i did but i had other things i was doing in the same space. oh my gosh i didn't remember until now. i was interacting with him and talking about the outlets and groceries and only once i was pretty much ready he was like i don't feel like going. i tried to motivste him and tell him how much i wanted him to come but i never know what the right answer is for him. he was upset that i was making everything about me. i shouldn't but also. it's my weekend. he doesn't have a job. he gets to sleep in and eat and smoke how he wants. i don't get that. so yes i want to be demanding on the days i do have control over. and even like i said earlier, when i let him decide what we're doing i always end up unhappy with the weekend! i don't accomplish my chores or the relaxing i want. so it's pointless!!! it's my weekend. i want to enjoy it. i was telling him i was leaving for the store because he didn't want to come with me, i didn't want to go. i was so upset because he told me he would come with me, but he always backs out so why am i suprised. then he told me he didn't like how i asked him if he was going to get off earlier. are you kidding me. i am doing so much for him, the house, and trying to do things for myself. but that pissed him off. he said that was the reason he didn't want to go out with me is because i didn't do sexual service with him to get him off. i word it the way i do because it's not sex. it's not s fun blowjob. it's all about him. it hurts me. it's long and tiring. my knee hurts and i told him that even if he asked me to play i probably would've said no because my knee hurts. him having all the control can be fun sometimes but it goes back to the main point of this weekend, i wanted to enjoy it. i was determined to get the things i needed to done. which is a joke because they didn't get done and they aren't going to get done. today was supposed to be my relaxing day and he woke me up to argue and fight and punish me.

[asparrowonthewind-blog]

The hardest part of life is living...

So here I am on day one of trying to "get it together" for what it feels if the billionth time.  Is there ever a first step that doesn't feel like a cement shoe?! Good lord...  How am I supposed to "live, laugh, love" my way into being "that gurl" while working a full time job, being a full time mom, and a full time passenger princess... errr, i mean partner.  In the word of the throw away midwestern character on family guy "there is no waaaay..."  It's days like this where I feel that one of those Dr Octopus rigs would be a god send. The hardest lesson I've had to learn is "if you want it, then go get it."  I can guarantee you that there are at least 3 hours in each day where I do absolutely nothing and to be honest I love those 3 hours but they are definitely not fulfilling.  While it's easy to write them off as "self care" or "recharging," it may be better for me to call them what they are, "lazy time."  That needs to be the first thing that changes.  I need to encourage an actual productive schedule that provides for the many facets of who I want to be. I feel like this is why I need a goal driven plan of attack to maximize my days as I work to building the life that I deserve.   It's not about an incentive, it has to be working for the things I want that can not be purchased.  I have absolutely no control will always buy myself the gift before the work.  I think I need to sit with myself this weekend and work through how this plan is supposed to work...

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I’m Forty :p

OOOF, where has the time gone. Today, Aug. 27, 2021 is my 40th birthday, and it’s a shit day. I did not want to spend my 40th working from 7 am to 10 pm, nor did I want to feel like the most useless person on the face of the earth. Ugh. I dunno. Will probably still sneak out for a frap and a cake-pop this aft.

Anyway, my asks are on for today only because I’m feeling sad and alone and stressed and just annoyed because my summer hols were supposed to start today but because of my contract I just.... can’t. I’m so burnt-out it’s ridiculous.

Only good thing about this whole bloody situation is that I am allowed to take my very expensive AirBnB long weekend next weekend out of the city, hoping that will recharge me until the end of my contract.

I have a Ko-Fi here, if you want to contribute to my cheesecake fund <3

Seriously though, all I would like is maybe a reblog of one of my art pieces @stephdrawsjohnlock​, or a happy birthday wish in my ask box  or submissions page. 

Asks will be turned off just before I go to bed tonight, so probably 10:30PM EST, so if you happen to want to sneak an unrelated ask through, that’s the deadline.

Sorry all. Bright side, I now have a confirmation date to the end of my contract, so asks will probably go back on on October 1st. I miss you guys all so much... I never realized how much... validation?.... I feel when I get new asks daily. Makes me feel like someone important, hah.

Anyway. Love y’all.

~Steph <3

[creatureofmystry]

MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke. 

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

_

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

_

3) “Pen Pals” 

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so). 

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink. 

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

_

4) “Mari and Mar’i” 

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes. 

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…] 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

_

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work. 

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.” 

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.” 

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff. 

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before. 

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

_

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can. 

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms] 

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-” 

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family. 

_

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country. 

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

[childotkw]

What do you do in real life? And how do you fit in writing ao3 fic in your schedules? Just curios, really. Also I want to appreciate you more as a constant reader of your work on ao3 🥰

I'm a communication advisor in an insurance company 😊

I handle a lot of project work, internal and external comms pieces, branding, web management, media, events, etc.

I'm kind of a jack-of-all-trades in my team. I don't specialise in anything like some of my colleagues do. I tend to act as more a support resource, coming in and taking some work items off others' plates. I get good exposure to a whole range of different types of work as a result.

I work five days a week, sometimes in the office, sometimes at home. I typically work 7:00am - 3:30/4:00pm depending on the day, and if I'm in the office I have about an hour travel each way from home.

It's by no means what I'd classify as a 'demanding' job, but it can be very mentally and emotionally draining - particularly when a lot of things are going on at once (which feels like always these past few months).

Recently things have picked up, so my energy levels have been completely shot; which is why, unfortunately, writing has taken a bit of a backseat. I only get a few hours an afternoon to do things for me before I have to go to bed, and if I'm tired I don't feel like writing.

My weekends are when I try and do more writing - but they're also supposed to be 'recharge' days for me, and if I get frustrated or push myself too hard with certain chapters all it does is put me in a bad space for the coming week.

I'm taking steps to better measure my energy at work, and learning to take more breaks. I'm lucky in that my workplace is very invested in keeping its employees motivated and engaged, and understands the importance of mental health days.

Thanks for asking, and for your kind words! It's good to see your name in my inbox again! 💕💕

[joonie-beanie]

Grief

Word count: 3,086

Bean has been acting a little strange. Then, she suddenly disappears without telling the brothers why. They’re worried, and hellbent on finding out what’s going on.

**TW for mentions of death of a loved one**

“Lord Diavolo, can I talk to you?”

Satan is the one who overhears Bean asking the Devildom Prince this question in the middle of the RAD hallway. Despite the noise of the students currently making their way through the halls—heading home for the day—he can still hear the timid tone of her voice. And when Satan turns, he can the strained smile on her face, and the look of surprise and confusion on Diavolo’s.

“Of course.”

The two step into a nearby classroom, disappearing from sight, and Satan is left wondering what exactly Bean needs to talk to him about. The look on her face has him worried, but…he decides not to ask. It’s not his place. Bean will surely tell him if she feels the need.

Asmodeus is the one who finds her roaming the halls of the House of Lamentation, seeming a little lost. 

“Are you alright, sweetie?”

She blinks out of her thoughts at the sound of his voice, immediately smiling and nodding her head. But her smile is flat, and it doesn’t reach her eyes. Asmo frowns.

“Are you sure?” he extends his arms, pulling her into a gentle hug. His cheek rests against her shoulder, and he gives her a squeeze. Something is off, but he doesn’t want to push it.

“Yeah, Asmo,” she lifts her arms to hug him back, lingering for a few seconds, like she doesn’t want to let him go. “I’m fine.”

However, the brothers aren’t fools, and they know that’s a lie. Even if Bean tries to act like nothing is out of the ordinary, they’ve known her long enough to see the difference between a genuine smile and a forced one. They can sense when her attitude is dim—when she’s more distant than normal.

Mammon notices when her teasing comments are nowhere to be found. Beel notices when she turns down her favorite snacks—even the sweet ones, which she always goes for.

“I’m worried about Bean,” Beel speaks, frowning at the ceiling as he thinks of the human he holds so dearly. On the other end of the room, Belphie hums in agreement.

“Yeah, I snuck into her room last night to cuddle, and she didn’t even say anything. Just...laid there.”

Usually she throws him some sort of smartass remark—teasing him about needing affection—but yesterday she hadn’t said anything. It’s...off putting.

“Do you think she’s okay?”

Belphie hasn’t seen Beel this worried in a long time, and he doesn’t know what to say. Because honestly, he’s not sure that she is. They’ve all seen Bean on her bad days—when she wants to be left alone, and just have time to herself to think things over and recharge, but...this is different.

“I...don’t know.”

And when Monday rolls around, and Bean texts the group chat to say she’ll be staying home from school, they really start to get worried. Levi even makes a point to stop by her room before he leaves—knocking on her door, and asking if she needs anything—but she says that she’s okay, and that they don’t need to worry.

How are they supposed to not worry though?

As much as they can, they try to understand—try to give her space, and trust that she’s fine, like she says she is.

However, when Lucifer looks out into the RAD courtyard in the middle of the day, and spots Diavolo and Bean conversing with one another, he immediately becomes suspicious. And when Diavolo waves his hand, and a portal to the human world opens—transporting Bean away—Lucifer loses his patience.

Not only is Bean hiding something from them, but she’s going behind their back as well? Why exactly is she going to the human world, and why is Diavolo helping her, when even they don’t know what’s wrong?

Least to say, Lucifer is already ready and waiting at the entrance of the building when Diavolo returns.

“Lucifer!” Diavolo greets, surprised, yet happy to see his close friend. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Where did you send June?” he cuts right to the chase, eyes narrowed, and voice cold. Diavolo’s smile wavers. “She’s been acting strange all weekend. Apparently, Satan overheard her asking to talk to you on Friday. What’s going on?”

Lucifer’s barrage of questions has The Prince sighing.

“If Bean wanted you all to know, she would have told you. Lucifer—,” Diavolo reaches a hand forward, giving the Avatar of Pride’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be okay. I give you my word. Trust her.”

“You say that like you know what’s going on,” Lucifer responds, eyeing Diavolo suspiciously. But why would Bean trust Diavolo more than him? More than his brothers? 

The Prince moves to retract his hand, but Lucifer catches him—fixes him with a hard stare, his power beginning to brew as his frustration heightens.

“If you know where she is, and what’s wrong, I want you to tell me, Diavolo.”

Finally, the last remnants of Diavolo’s smile fade away. 

“I gave her my word, and I don’t intend to go back on it.” He tugs his arm from Lucifer’s grasp, brows furrowing as he regards the Avatar of Pride. Diavolo meets his glare head on, not intending to falter, yet...he still can’t help but feel a little bad.

“Trust her, Lucifer.”

With that, Diavolo excuses himself—brushing past Lucifer and heading into the building. The Avatar of Pride remains where he is, gloved hands clenched at his side as he stares out into the courtyard, at the spot where Bean had disappeared.

After a minute, he reaches for his DDD.

Lucifer: Meet me in Music Room 3

Satan: ? It’s the middle of class, what’s going on?

Lucifer: I just witnessed Diavolo open a portal to the human world for June.

Asmo: What??? Where? 

Levi: At RAD??

Mammon: Wait a damn minute, didn’t Bean say she was feeling sick today?? Why the hell is she going off to visit the human world?

Belphie: Something about this isn’t adding up.

Beel: Lucifer isn’t responding anymore...let’s go meet him.

“I don’t get it—the hell is going on?” Mammon is already pacing around the music room as the remainder of his brothers arrive—their faces all expressing varying degrees of concern.

“She was acting a little off all weekend,” Beel remarks, frowning. Asmodeus nods, hugging his arms in front of him.

“I think we all realized that, but we never expected her to just...leave without telling us.”

Lucifer sighs, brimming with annoyance as he pinches his nose. “I confronted Diavolo about it, but he refused to tell me why she left. It seemed like he knew something about her actions, though.”

“Well, why don’t we just go and talk to Diavolo again?” Belphie questions, anger in his tone. It’s obvious that something is wrong with Bean, and if Diavolo refuses to tell them what it is, then they’ll just have to pry it out of him. “If all 7 of us go, then—”

“There’s no need for you to do that.”

The door to the room creeks open, and Simeon steps inside. The demon brothers pause, attention turning to the angel as he sighs, and fixes them with a bittersweet smile.

“I apologize for following you here. I saw Mammon and Levi leave the classroom, and had a feeling the reason for the urgency was related to Bean.”

The demons stare at him in surprise. Satan is the first to speak up.

“...you know why Bean’s been acting strange the last few days, don’t you?”

“I do,” Simeon admits with a nod, his attitude somber. “And I promised her I wouldn’t tell you all about the reason why, but...I think if I don’t tell you, then things will start to get out of hand.”

“Then tell us already,” Belphie demands, his attitude calming a bit when Beel places a hand on his shoulder. Simeon sighs again.

“You really won’t just trust her, will you?”

“Simeon,” Lucifer presses, fixing him with a stare, and the angel knows that he won’t be able to leave it be at this point. As much as he wishes he could keep his promise to Bean, he also can’t let the seven brothers work themselves into a frenzy over her. Not over something like this…

“Today is the anniversary of her father’s death.”

...shit.

The previously heated atmosphere of the room turns sorrowful, seven hearts aching all at once.

“She didn’t want to mention it to you, because she knows that you all have similar grief,” Simeon explains, eyes sympathetic as he regards the brothers. “She...didn’t want to make you relieve any traumatic memories by bringing up her own, so she tried to go about visiting her father without any of you knowing, but it’s clear that you know her too well at this point.” He laughs quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Even the smallest changes in her attitude, you were aware of…”

“She…,” Asmodeus hugs himself tighter, eyes downcast. “She didn’t have to hide her pain for us…”

“And she knows that,” Simeon responds. “But, this is how she wanted to go about it.”

The room is silent for a few seconds, then—

“So what?” It’s Mammon who speaks up this time, the slightest warble to his voice. Anger and sadness coat his tone. “You’re tellin’ me she’s up there, sufferin’ all by herself, because she doesn’t wanna hurt us?”

Unsure what to say, Simeon can only nod. Beel holds a hand to his chest, frowning with worry. His heart hurts. And the longer the brothers stand there, soaking in the fact that Bean is alone, and grieving by herself, the more anxious they get.

“Do you know where she is?” Lucifer questions, voice quiet. Simeon’s gaze shifts his fallen brother, and the concern he sees lacing Lucifer’s stiff figure is a pleasant surprise. It seems that even as demons, their hearts are capable of loving someone so dearly.

“She texted me the location a few days ago,” Simeon admits, pulling out his phone. “I’ll forward the message to you...if you promise me you won’t be upset with her.”

Lucifer starts towards the door, strides long. His brothers are quick to follow after him—a newfound look of determination in their eyes.

“Trust me,” he says, briefly placing his hand on Simeon's shoulder as he walks past. “That’s the last thing on my mind.”

Minutes later, Diavolo watches from the window of his office as the seven brothers gather in the courtyard. Lucifer’s magic spikes for a brief moment, before the ex-angels disappear from the Devildom all at once

The Prince breathes a laugh, turning back to his work. He’ll have to reprimand them all for using an unauthorized portal when they return, but for now, he’ll make an exception.

They find Bean where they expect to—kneeling in front of a headstone, in a vacant graveyard.

As they approach, they can hear her quiet, broken voice, and it takes everything in their strength to not interrupt her, and announce their arrival. To scold her for trying to handle her grief by herself.

“You know, dad…,” she sniffles, bringing the sleeve of her sweatshirt up to wipe at her eyes. “This last year...you wouldn’t believe everything that has happened. I’m living with demons, dad,” she laughs again, settling her hands in her lap. “I graduated college, and got sucked into another school experience I didn’t ask for, but...it’s been really fun.

“At first, I didn’t know what to think. You know I haven’t really been good with men, but...the seven brothers I live with...I love them more than anything. So much, that sometimes it’s actually scary.” 

Her voice cracks, shoulder shaking as emotions well up in her chest. Mammon and Beel step forward, hoping to comfort her, but her voice stops them.

“It’s...it’s been really hard this weekend,” she admits, breaking off into a sob. “I could tell they were all worried, but...I didn’t want to make them sad. As much as I wanted to tell them, and to find comfort in them, I...they...they lost their sister, a long time ago, dad, and I can only imagine that their grief stretches far beyond mine…I just didn’t want them to feel the way I’m feeling right now—”

Bean hugs her arms in front of her, body shaking as sobs wrack her frame. And the brother’s feel their own hearts threatening to shatter—distant, but traumatic memories surfacing in their brains. But as much as it hurts them to remember, that doesn’t mean Bean has to force herself to grieve alone, in order to protect them.

“Fuck…,” she bites out, furiously rubbing at her eyes again, but the tears don’t stop. “This is so stupid—”

It’s been years, she wants to say. I shouldn’t still be reacting like this. Death is death, so why can’t I get used to it—?!

In the middle of her silent turmoil, two arms wrap around her. She startles, looking over her shoulder, and pausing when she sees dark hair, with white tips.

“B-Belphie?”

“You’re an idiot,” he whispers, voice strained. He hugs her tighter with each passing second, face buried against her shoulder. 

“I’m…,” she struggles to understand, puffy eyes wide as she regards him. “Why…?”

“Lucifer saw Diavolo open a portal for you,” Satan speaks up, catching her attention. Finally, she notices the rest of the 6 brothers, standing just feet behind her. She’s not sure why, but more tears start to well in her eyes at the sight of them.

“And Simeon told us where you’d be,” Asmo continues, his smile bittersweet as he regards her.

“I…I just...I didn’t…,” she glances away, cheeks red with shame as a fresh way of hot tears roll down her face.

“Ya didn’t wanna hurt us, we know,” Mammon speaks quietly, stepping up next to her. He places a hand on Belphie’s shoulder, slowly coaxing the youngest demon off of her. Once Bean is free from his impossibly tight embrace, Levi steps up and offers Bean a hand.

She staggers to her feet, giving Levi’s fingers a squeeze as she ever so slightly hides behind him. Her gaze is nervous as she faces the brothers—emotions torn in a million directions. She feels guilty for keeping them out of the loop, and frustrated at herself for them having found out, but...right now, most of all, she still feels sadness at the memory of losing her father. 

“We want to be here for you,” Satan reminds her, mouth downturned into a sympathetic frown. “Just because we all have our own grief, doesn’t mean we can’t help you through yours.”

“It’s just...you’ve all already done so much for me,” she admits, sniffling, and glancing away. “And I know how much is sucks to lose someone you love, so—”

“Bean,” it’s Beel who speaks this time, his large hand reaching out to cup her hot cheek. Her gaze turns to him, and she can see the worry and sadness that has soaked into every inch of his body. 

“It hurts remembering what happened to Lilith, but...it hurts more to think that you’re suffering through this alone.”

With that, he extends his free hand, grabs her waist, and tugs her forward. Bean gasps in surprise as the large demon curls himself around her, hugging her with all the comfort he can manage. And almost immediately, Bean is breaking down.

She reaches up, fingers curling into his shirt as her tears begin to stain the dark fabric, but Beel doesn’t care. He shifts his grip, moving to hold her upper thighs as he hefts her up—holding her in his arms. And Bean doesn’t think twice to wrap her legs and arms around him, clinging to him like a koala as she cries out the remainder of her negative emotions. 

It takes a few minutes, but finally her tears begin to run dry.

“This is so uncool of me,” she chokes on a laugh, lifting her head from Beel’s shoulder, and without missing a beat—Lucifer is in front of her. Like magic, he reaches his hand up and dries her messy face with a handkerchief, his gaze soft as he regards her.

“We love you,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Next time, don’t worry if you’ll be hurting us by bringing up your own grief. You worried us more by not telling us what was going on...and we want to be able to help you.”

“Okay,” she agrees, bottom lip wobbling as his gloved hand cups her cheek. She leans into his touch, cheeks red, and eyes swollen. The sight makes Lucifer’s chest ache.

“Why don’t we head back, if you’re done?” Belphie suggests, stepping up beside Lucifer. He flashes Bean a small smile. “I can make us a pillow fort, and we can relax there for the rest of the day.”

Beel grunts, giving her a tiny squeeze. “I’ll go and buy all of your favorite snacks too.”

Bean laughs. “I’d like that.”

Clearly feeling a bit better after the release of emotion, Beel sets Bean back on her feet. Belphie grabs her hand, intending to lead her back to the portal, but she stops him.

“Wait—,” she tugs her hand from his grasp, quickly making her way back over to her father’s grave. Throwing her arms around the headstone, she hugs the smooth rock for a few long moments.

“I love you…”

With that, she presses back to her feet, and returns to the twins’ side. Both of her hands are quickly stolen by the youngest brothers as they lead her from the graveyard. Mammon, Levi and Asmo are quick to follow after them, Asmo mentioning something about having a self-care day, while Mammon and Levi bicker over their own ideas on how to help.

Satan moves to join the group, but pauses when he realizes that Lucifer hasn’t moved.

“Are you coming?”

“I’ll be right behind you,” the Avatar of Pride mumbles, crimson gaze locked on the resting place of Bean’s father. Satan nods, and leaves him be. Once alone, Lucifer steps up and quietly examines the grave.

Then, he lifts his hand, and hovers it near the gravestone. Out of thin air, and abundance of flowers appear—ones that won’t wilt for a very, very long time.

“Thank you,” he says, and without another word, turns and strides away.