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dodo-begone · 3 years

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Pairing: Yandere!Tubbo x Reader (with some Ranboo)

Request: we need more yandere tubbo i absolutely love the way you wrote him shdhhfjd........ maybe a short fic or some headcanons elaborating on "waking up in the mansion one day"? maybe the reader gets more afraid than going along with it .. I'd love to see ranboos aspect regarding tubbos behavior as well 👀

Word count: 2.3 k

Warning: yandere, kidnapping, drugging

A/n: This is all platonic. Nothing romantic. Also this was meant to be short not this long oh lord.

The night had been unforgiving to you as of late. Every night you felt like you were being watched over. It was so weird. It didn’t matter if the windows were open or not. Or even if they had blinds over them. Your paranoia was being fed by every noise emanating from the darkness. Now you weren’t afraid of the dark, never had been. But now, oh god the dark was terrifying. The unknown of the dark scared you. Anything could be hiding in there. And with this new “admirer” of yours, your newfound fear of the shadows was being fed a damn feast. The last straw for you was when you came home one night and saw your window broken and front door open. It spooked you too much; what if they were still inside? You couldn’t risk that.

That’s how you found yourself in Tubbo’s house, on his couch, hunched over and shaking over a cup of tea. You don’t remember why you came here, in all honesty. There were so many other people you could have chosen that were more than capable of protecting you. There was Sam, Bad, Sapnap, even Technoblade. Yet you still went to Tubbo. He was a comforting presence for you. And you just really wanted some comfort for this new fear of yours. Is this what I child felt when they were scared of the dark and needed a flashlight? God now you feel so bad for making fun of little kids for needing those.

“Hey are you okay,” a hand just fucking attacks your shoulder and you wip around. Oh god what if the guy got you now- wait it’s just Tubbo. Wow you overreacted there. Your swift actions shocked Tubbo, making him take a few steps away from you. He held his hands up in the air; an attempt to show he meant no harm to you. But you were just relieved at the sight of Tubbo.

“I don’t know,” a lump was forming in your throat. The tea isn't helping at all. You were so upset that you couldn’t even tell what flavor it was. Nor did you ask Tubbo, but that didn’t matter. Only distractions mattered now; a way to get your mind off of the paranoid thoughts. “I think I am”. Your grip on the cup tightened. Some of that was you trying to ground yourself, but another part of it was just tension. It was becoming harder to breathe and you had no idea why. There wasn’t a reason. Start breathing normally again- uh what was that breathing exercise?

Tubbo came around the couch and sat by your side. “Hey, can you look at me really quick?” He grabbed your hands and you looked at him. Somehow looking into his eyes made it harder to breathe. “Okay now repeat after me- wait not repeat. Uh, do what I do. Ready?” You didn’t get a chance to reply before he started. “Okay take a deep breath with me. In through the mouth for five and out the nose for four. In for five, out for four.” A small pattern formed from the mantra. Something about the exercise was extremely comforting, but you were never sure on what it was. Well you knew it had to do with slowing your breathing and helping you focus, but you felt like there was something else to it. There had to be something else to it. Why else would it be able to calm you so well right now?

It took a while, but you finally calmed down. Well, “calmed down” being a relative term. You were tired and numb inside. Your attention was completely focused on the flames in the hearth. They were mesmerizing. Happily dancing away, illuminating the room.

You hadn’t realized what was happening. All you remember is looking at Tubbo and then everything just became blurry. The sting of tears stung your eyes. Oh, you were about to cry again. That’s so annoying, stupid. You had just calmed down and yet you’re still crying. Craving human contact must be a symptom of sadness or some shit because you looked at Tubbo for comfort. And he gave you exactly that; opening his arms to give you a hug. Without a second thought, you essentially flew into his arms. He accepted you immediately and held you close. The tears that had once been contained by a damn once again ran free. Slowly you grew tired. Oh how you despised the act of crying and how it drained you so. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

__________________________________ The sunbeams were attacking you and it hurt so much. So bright, demanding. You didn’t want to get up. Sleepiness still held you captive, flowed through your body like the very blood you had. Yet the light was relentless, attacking your closed eyes through it’s armor. A valiant effort was made to stay asleep and keep the sunlight out of your eyes. But it was futile. Rolling over did nothing but illicit noise and made you mildly uncomfortable. When you finally gave in, you just stared blankly at the wall.

For a wall, it was pretty. Kinda. It was plain but a stylish kind of plain. A timeless look. It took ages to finally muster the energy to even sit up, but you still did. The view changed yet it didn’t at the same time. It was pretty empty in the room. Three doorways, two next to each other on your right and one on your left, a bed, some curtains, a small nightstand, and a bookshelf. Other than that, there was a ton of open space.

Once you regained some more consciousness, you slipped out of bed. There was a jingle, but you didn’t really pay attention to it. You definitely heard it, you just thought something fell on the floor. Whatever it was could wait. The unexplored room was just waiting for exploration, though you could have easily explored it from your bed because of how empty it was. When you got to one of the doors, you slowly opened it to reveal a closet. It was absolutely filled with clothes you liked. Or some you were missing. Didn’t you own that shirt at home? And that one too? Huh, what a coincidence. Pretty cool.

Not even two steps away from the closet was another door, which you also slowly opened. Didn’t want to hit anyone. Through that door was a bathroom. It was pretty big and pretty. Very shiny and clean. There were some care products in there, some shampoo and conditioner. But you stopped yourself from looking too much. You didn’t want to snoop. It was rather rude to do.

Grogley you turn toward the last mystery door. It was all the way on the other side of the room. Man you weren’t awake enough for this. Yawning, you start your way to the other doorway. That must be the way back to the rest of the mansion. Sadly you didn’t get far. Not even halfway there before you were stopped. More accurately tripped. Something made your foot slip from underneath, making you fall onto your stomach. Everything ached, but your ankle felt weird. It was a different pain. When you tried to pull it closer to examine it, something stopped it and the sound of metal hitting itself rang across the room. You nearly give yourself whiplash from how quickly you turn your head.

A metal cuff clung onto your ankle which in turn was connected to a tense chain. At the other end of the chain was one of the bedposts. Specifically the one closest to the closet and bathroom. That’s odd. Okay now what’s going on here? Oh did Tubbo do this to make you feel more secure? Well it was and wasn’t working all at the same time. Because who puts an ankle chain on somebody?

A knock interrupted your thoughts. From your spot on the floor, you whipped your head back around to the last mystery door. You stayed quiet, wondering if you were just imagining noises. But another knock soon came. It was undeniable, very pronounced and purposeful. Whoever was out there- what could they be here for. Panic started to overtake you again, but the sound of Tubbo’s voice coming from the other side of the door caught your attention.

“Can I come in,” Tubbo announces his presence again with another round of knocks. With the amount of noise you made, you were pretty sure he knew you were awake. But you still replied to him.

“Yeah you can.”

Not even a second after you reply, the door slowly opens and Tubbo peaks his head in. He seemed to have woken up with some bedhead, which made him look boyish. A little careless for physical appearances, which can be an endearing feature. Tubbo gave the room a sweeping look, checking for something. What exactly, you couldn’t tell. But apparently he was satisfied because he opened the doorway entirely. You swiftly stood up, getting as close to the door as you could.

On the other side of the door was Tubbo in some pajamas. He looked a little sleepy, but his happiness shone through it. You smiled at the sight of him, happy that someone came to get you out.

“Good morning, Tubbo!” You gave a toothy grin and spread your arms to emphasize your joy. “Sleep well?”

“Good morning!.” He gave you a toothy smile in return, but it looked odd. Like it was forced, nervous even. But you must’ve just been looking too far into it. “I slept pretty good. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept like a fucking rock,” you reply with a little laughter. “Honestly? Best sleep of the month, man. Really needed it. Thanks for letting me bunk at your place last night.”

“Not a problem at all,” his smile soon became more natural, much bigger. “I really enjoyed having you over”. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. The nervous look reappeared on his face, and you gave the most reassuring look you could. “So about you moving in-”

“Oh yeah that,” your smile disappeared as quickly as it came. “I can’t just do that Tubbo. I just can’t.” Tubbo seemed saddened by your response. “It’s not like I don’t want to live with you,” you explained. “I’d love to live with you and Ranboo, but I have other responsibilities. Things that have to be done very far from the mansion. Seriously, I’d love to stay.”

“Then stay.” It was a simple statement on his part. You thought it was a little banter.

“I’d stay if I could Tubbo. But I gotta go.”

“You can’t go.”

“Yes I can, Tubbo. Now can you please unchain me, I gotta go.” You lift your ankle and shake it along with the chain for emphasis.

But Tubbo doesn’t even give it a look before answering. “You can’t leave.”

His actions are words are a bit worrying now, huh. This is just a silly prank. Any second now he’ll say it’s a joke and release you. Yeah, any moment now.

That moment never comes though.

“Come on now,” Tubbo starts to lead you back to the bed. “Get back in bed. You still look tired.”

“I’m not tired Tubbo,” your voice hardens to emphasise the fact that you really don’t need this shit right now. “Look I’m completely fine and I have to go. This joke isn’t funny anymore. Just unlock the fucking cuff and I’ll be on my way.”

You two stop at the bed and he gently ushers you in. Climbing on the bed to give you a hug. Struggling against him does no good. If anything, it just makes things worse. He just tightens his grip like a damn python. Wtf why is this kid so strong and clingy? This definitely isn’t a good combo.

“Look you aren’t fine. See?” He emphasizes his point by hugging you tighter. Which you don’t like and groan in protest. “You need to rest. It’s fine. You’re home.”

Internally you start to panic. Yo, hold up, what the hell is he talking about? You know damn well you ain’t home or agreed to stay here. So what does he think he’s doing?

There’s a cough from the doorway, and both you and Tubbo’s attention is diverted to the newcomer. At the threshold of the room is Ranboo. A platter loaded with food held between his hands. He looks awkward standing there. And you don’t blame him because you felt awkward just being in the hug. You couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment you’d get from walking in on this shit. When your eyes meet, he gives you a small, unsure smile.

Movement behind Ranboo catches your attention. You look behind Ranboo’s legs to see Micheal clinging onto Ranboo’s pants. He looked so happy. Well, happy being debatable and interpretive. He looked normal but he was making his little happy noises. Micheal bounded over to you, stretching his arms out while making the most adorable little oink noises. You look between Tubbo and Ranboo for any sign. Literally anything for them. But Tubbo just encourages you. So you pick up Micheal and hold him close to your chest.

Tubbo gives a cheer of joy while Ranboo joins in, though a little less enthusiastic. Still the fact he sounded genuinely happy about this situation was worrying. Especially since he knew what was going on. Knew how wrong it all was. Micheal had no idea. Happily oinking way in your lap and messing with your hands. Suddenly two sets of arms entangle themselves around you; pulling themselves toward you for a hug.

Looking down at Micheal, you now question if the backstory you were told about him was true. Was he actually found wandering around? Or was he kidnapped, just like you?

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cowboy-turtle · 3 years

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Stress Relief

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Words: 3900

Tags: Oral (M & F Receiving), Masturbation, P in V Sex, Mention of Javi’s Jaw Tick (which should come with its own disclaimer honestly)

Notes: Happy Friday! Another Spicy Pascalitos co-write with Katie, Queen of Chaos & Ruler of the Javi Sluts

The turn of a key in the door grabs your attention. It’s already 10pm and you had just started to wonder if Javi was gonna end up stuck at work all night. You know he’s been going through a lot lately - a lot of dead ends with information not panning out, Pablo and his sicarios always seeming to be one step ahead.

You make your way to the door as it opens and Javi steps inside. You can tell how tense he is by the way he’s clenching his jaw, letting it tick slightly to the right. That fucking jaw tick - you love it, it turns you on instantly every time you see it, even though you know it’s because he’s stressed. Maybe it’s because it usually leads to incredible sex...

"Hi...long day?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him as you greet him. You take in his smell of whiskey and cigarettes, a scent you used to despise but now you crave it.

"I've had better," he grunts, placing one of his hands across your back and the other on your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face. He leans his face into yours and places a soft kiss on your lips. God, he’s delicious. As he starts to pull away you grab him by his belt loops, causing him to crash back into you, hard. Your lips meet each other again, hungrily this time, you can feel his tension in the way he’s kissing you and you want to do what you can to help.

You bite on his bottom lip causing him to wince as your hands move towards his belt buckle, fumbling to free his cock which is now hard and pressing against his zipper.

“Princesa,” he moans into you, “what do you think you’re doing.” “Please, Javi” you plead as you finally get his jeans open, licking your lips at the sight of his erection. “You’re stressed, I want to help.”

Javi moves both hands up to your face pressing his lips into yours before taking a step back, you take it as a sign to keep going. You sink to your knees quickly, eyes going wide at Javi’s impressive length, you’ll never get used to it.

You bite your lip, grabbing his thighs and looking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes are screwed shut and his upper body is leaning against the door.

“I wanna make you feel good Javi.” with that you take the tip of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the soft skin. Javi places a hand on your face and uses his thumb to stroke your cheek. You look up at him again as you take his cock further into your mouth. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his hand fall away from your face, his head moving back to rest against the door. From this angle you can see his throat and jaw perfectly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

You close your eyes and allow your head to move in a rhythm with his dick in your mouth, he was too large for you to take all of him without choking so you move one hand up from his thigh to wrap around the base of him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans lowly, his hips canting ever so slightly forward as you dip your head back towards him. You watch his fingers scratch against the wood of the doorframe behind him and know he’s trying his best not to push you, but that’s the last thing you care about right now. You lean backward on the balls of your feet and pop him out of your mouth to the sound of his groan. You use the slick of your saliva to pump the head of his dick as you stare up at his tensed expression.

“Javi,” you whisper in your bedroom voice that drives him wild. “I want you to use me.”

You meet his dark gaze as he studies you, your curled fist still pleasuring him as you wait for his next move. One of his hands reaches out to hold your chin softly, bumping your face up more.

“You’d like that?” he asks, a thumb swiping your swollen lower lip as you open your mouth to swirl your tongue around the finger.

“Yes, sir,” you smirk back, and his thumb presses down harder.

“Then open wider.” You oblige, your tongue sticking out as he leans forward towards you, spitting into your mouth as you moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, removing his hand. “Show me how much you want it.”

You hear his words as a challenge and lean forward again to his hardened cock. You know how sensitive his tip is and spend your time there, swirling your tongue and stiffening it to swipe at the underside of it, eliciting a hissed response from above you. You slowly suck it into your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, easing down his length as Javi cards his fingers through your hair, slightly gripping your scalp.

You drink in his sounds of pleasure as you bob your head onto him, taking more and more of him until you gag slightly, stilling yourself as your nose barely tickles against his curls.

“F-fuck,” he breathes, “take me so good.”

You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your throat make his thighs shake slightly from underneath him. You try to take more of him but only gag again, and his hands on your head stop you.

“What, you like that?” he chuckles darkly. “Like choking on my cock, princesa?”

You glance up at him, tears pricking your eyes as his jaw slackens at the look on your face.

“Keep going,” he whispers, as you look back down to withdraw slowly to the tip before sucking him back into your mouth, your head starting to move faster at his groans of encouragement. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock and you can feel his body start to stiffen against you. His fingers tighten against your scalp as you feel his hips start to buck, unable to stop from fucking your hot mouth.

“Yes baby,” he pants, his eyes screwed shut as you meet his thrusts, your jaw starting to hurt from how thick he is. “Yes, righ-oh, oh fuck.” You feel his movements start to stutter and know he’s getting close.

“Wanna cum on that pretty face, Princesa,” he moans. You withdraw your mouth with a wet popping sound, a string of saliva following your mouth as his cock is absolutely drenched from you. You twist your wrist against his length and jerk him off as one of his hands leaves your hair to grasp at the door behind him.

“Please Javi,” you beg, voice slightly shaky and hoarse from your raw throat. “Please cum for me.”

He groans something low and sinful that travels straight to your pussy as he bucks into your hand and you open your mouth wide and expectant for him. He takes one look at your face and his expression crumbles, gasping quickly as his cock twitches and spurts in your hand, coating your mouth and dribbling down your chin. He shakily slows down his speed as you pump your hand a few more times until he shivers from oversensitivity. Withdrawing your hand slowly, you bring it up to your mouth and meet his eyes as you swallow and lick your fingers clean. He reaches down to swipe his finger across your chin, gathering the rest to bring it up to your lips and you happily accept, your tongue sucking against him until he slides his fingers back out.

“Alright, Princesa, my turn,” Javi says, catching his breath. “As much as I love seeing how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, you know that hearing you scream my name is my favorite way to de-stress.”

With all of the uncertainty he faces every day at work there is one place Javier Peña has control over and that is here, in this bedroom, between your thighs. No matter what type of day he has or what’s going on in his life, his main concern has always been you.

You look up at him, licking the corner of your mouth to gather up that last bit of his cum, savoring his taste. His words send a fire straight to your core as if you weren’t wet enough from having him in your mouth, from the noises you were able to draw from him. You were soaked through your sleep shorts, pussy quivering in anticipation for what Javi was going to do next.

He reaches a hand to the back of your neck and guides you up to him. “Jav-” he cuts you off with his mouth crashing into yours once more, his tongue seeking entry as he desperately needs more of you. He lets out a moan as his free hand begins to explore your body, gliding under your shirt as he grabs your right breast in his hand, rolling your nipple between the pads of his fingers. You groan into his mouth as he leans back against the door once more and juts his leg between your thighs, providing your clit some much needed pressure as you begin to roll your hips and seek your own high.

“So wet already,” he coos, feeling your arousal through your shorts on his thigh. “All this for me? You like it when I fuck your mouth?”

His hand on your neck reaches back into your hair and yanks you back as his face buries itself in your breasts, alternating between kisses and soft bites before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardening peak. When he’s satisfied with his work he moves to the other side, murmuring praises and peppering kisses as he works his way across your chest. Your movements on his thigh become more erratic as the heat of an orgasm begins to build when you feel Javi’s hand make its way to the front of your throat and he lifts you off of him.

“Now mi amor, let’s move somewhere a little more comfortable for the both of us.”

You let out a whine, already missing the friction between your legs as he turns you around.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” he commands, giving you a little shove forward with his palm between your shoulder blades. You do as you’re told, dropping clothes on your way when you hear the turn of the deadbolt. Javi turns and chuckles seeing the trail of your clothes leading to the door. Following suit, he kicks off his jeans, the buckle landing on the floor with a thud, and undoes the remainder of his shirt buttons, dropping it to the floor.

His footsteps approach slowly as you lay on the bed, legs slightly open. Your hand drifts down your body until it’s between your thighs, running your fingers along the wet slit of your entrance before finding their place on your clit, desperate not to lose that climax you were so close to achieving. The sound of his footsteps stops and you look up through your knees to see his silhouette in the doorway leaning against the frame.

“Go on,” he says with a smirk and wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m enjoying the view.”

You smile devilishly back at him and return to your ministrations, slowly crooking a finger in and gasping at the sensation of your wet heat. Your mouth falls open as you start fucking yourself, never breaking eye contact with Javi as he observes you from the doorway. You had been playing up your noises of pleasure, on the brink of a pornographic performance for Javi, but they soon turn into unprovoked whimpers as you drag your soaked fingers back up to your swollen clit. Your eyes had closed to focus on building back up to your climax, and when you peek back to Javi you see him slowly pumping his growing erection, already hardening again as his dark eyes drink in your pussy. A soft whine escapes your lips as you close your eyes again, speeding up your fingers at the image of him touching himself to you.

You start to breathe in short pants as you near your orgasm again, your other hand grabbing your breast to roll your nipple.

“Are you close, baby?” Javi’s gruff voice asks from a distance.

“Yes,” you moan, back starting to arch off the bed as you feel the beginning tingles overtake you. You know in a few more seconds you’ll be over the edge, and your core begins to tense up in anticipation.

Your fingers are suddenly ripped away from your pussy as you shoot your eyes open, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your fleeting orgasm crumbles just as quickly as it was built. You buck your hips against nothing, toes curled as you’re left panting, staring up at Javi angrily as he grips your wrist in his large hand.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you scream my name,” he growls.

You shudder slightly at the deep register of his domineering voice, your anger dissolving.

“I-I will,” you tremble out, “I promise. Please, let me be good for you.” You shift to release your wrist but he only holds it tighter, bringing your wet fingers to his mouth and slowly enveloping them with his tongue. He closes his eyes with a sigh, lapping up your arousal from your fingertips as you let out a whimper.

“Please, Javi,” you plead again, squirming underneath him. “Please let me finish.”

His eyes open to study you once again. “Fine,” he relents, “but only because you taste so fucking good.”

He presses a kiss to your palm but doesn’t release your wrist, holding it to your side instead, as he sinks down in front of you. You have to remind yourself to breathe as he admires your glistening cunt for a moment, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee and then slowly dragging his tongue up towards your heat. You clench around nothing, but then his mouth is only panting hot breaths against you, taking in your scent before he’s licking down the other thigh. Your hips buck up as he makes another pass, his mustache rubbing against your skin as he chuckles darkly.

“Javi,” you cry out impatiently.

“There we go,” he smiles, biting lightly at the juncture of your thigh that causes you to yelp. He soothes the mark with swirls of his hot tongue, so close to where you want him that you’re writhing underneath him.

“Javi,” your voice wavers his name desperately. “Please, Javi, pl---”

You gasp as his tongue finally swipes your slit, teasing against it as if asking for permission to enter. You roll your hips against the sensation and he hums against you as he spreads his palm against your stomach to keep you down. Finally, so achingly slow, he stiffens his tongue and drags it into your heat, plunging it inside you and tracing it up to your clit. He groans at your taste, his pupils blown out watching you as he flicks his tongue lightly. You’re already so sensitive that the shockwaves of his teeth grazing your clit reverberate through you with so much more intensity as you shudder underneath him.

The quick, sharp pain of his teeth is soon replaced with his tongue once more, and he alternates between heavy, insistent swipes and quick, light circles as he edges you closer. His hand releases your wrist and you curl it into his hair, pulling lightly and gasping at the vibrations of his groan. He slides his hand down to grab your ankle, shifting your leg up and over his shoulder to rest on his broad back. The new position changes the angle of his mouth against you, and then you feel two of his fingers slide into you with ease. He starts fucking you open, tongue keeping pace with his thrusts as low moans vibrate in his chest at the sounds of you moaning out his name, unable to stop yourself. The air is heavy with the slick sounds of his mouth and fingers in you, and you grab onto the sheets to anchor yourself as you begin to tense up. He hums his approval, and then you feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against it and twirling it with a heavenly pressure that’s sending you over the edge.

Your thighs clamp down around his head as you lift up, eyes clenched shut as you’re screaming his name. Your orgasm feels like jolts of electricity, shaking and tensing the muscles all over your body, and all you can do is accept the wracks of pleasure consuming you. The blood rushing in your ears stops you from hearing your voice call out oh, Javi and oh, God over and over, almost as if the two were interchangeable.

You’re still shuddering through aftershocks as Javi slowly draws away from you, sliding out his fingers to observe the wetness leaking out of you.

“So pretty, mi amor,” he sighs as if enjoying a work of art. He kisses your thigh and you shake again, a small gasp escaping your throat.

“God, Javi” you start when you’re finally able to string words together. “That was-“

“Oh we are not done yet,” he says, placing kisses on your hips, then across your stomach, working his way up your body in symmetry and he climbs onto the bed, making sure not to miss a single spot. He takes in a deep breath in the crook of your neck as he lowers himself down, leg thrown over yours, erection pressing into your hip, when he drags his fingers through your wet folds and brings them up to your mouth.

“Open up, baby,” he says as he looks at you and brings, eyes still dilated and dark with lust. “Want you to see how good you taste.”

You do as he says and take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around them, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal. You feel his cock twitch in response to your sounds and he shifts his weight over you, removing his fingers from your lips with a pop. He drags his length along your wet cunt as he captures your mouth with his once more, pressing you into the pillows behind you. His arms find their place on either side of your head as he toys with you, rocking his hips against yours and allowing the friction to build between your thighs but not giving you the full contact you seek. You wrap your arms under him, nails dragging down his back as you try to pull him in closer to you, sending a shiver down his back. The heat begins to build within you once more and you roll your hips up, meeting his motions as he gathers your arousal until he stops suddenly, the tip of his cock pressing lightly against your entrance.

“Javi, I need you” you moan into his mouth.

“Tell me, baby” he responds, his tone softer this time. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to fu-“ Javi thrusts into you with ease and you let out a surprised gasp, not expecting the sudden fullness. He’s deliberate with his movements, pulling out slowly until just the tip of him remains before slamming back into you. You wrap your legs around him in an attempt to pull him in deeper, grinding your hips with each pump into you. He’s drawing it out, waiting to hear you scream for more and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Oh, fuck, Javi” you exclaim, “Move. Faster. please.”

He picks up his pace, your hips bucking up to meet his rhythm but he’s still careful, not wanting to reach his release before you come undone beneath him once more.

“Feel so good, baby,” he coos, “always so fucking tight.” He slips his arm under your right leg and brings it up over his shoulder, switching the angle and allowing him to reach even deeper into you. That does it. This slight change in position has him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust and your next orgasm builds at a rapid pace. Your right hand digs into the bedsheets, desperate to find something to ground you as your other hand continues to grasp at his shoulder. Your breaths shift to guttural cries - the sounds of your pleading and cries of his name fill the air and mixes with the sinful noises of his hips meeting yours. It doesn’t take long before you’re right on the edge.

“Javi, yes, right there!” you say between breaths, “I’m so close!”

His hand finds its way around your throat with a firm yet gentle squeeze as he leans into you.

“So cum for me, Princesa,” he growls into your ear. “Now.”

And just like that your second orgasm rushes over you, stronger than the first, and you’re seeing stars. You try to scream out Javi’s name but his hand around your throat keeps you quiet, letting it out in a breathy moan instead. Nails digging into his back, you clench around him as you cum, sending him right over the edge with you. His grip around your throat finally loosens as he reaches his own peak, you feel his cock twitch as he empties himself into you and cries out your name.

The shift of his hand from your throat lets you free your leg which you return to around his waist, pulling your bodies together. You tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him deeply as you ride out your orgasms until you’re both breathless, reveling in each other’s warmth. Javi reaches a hand up to your cheek and cups your face gently, smiling down at you with his soft brown eyes before placing a tender kiss on your nose and forehead. You stay like this for a few minutes before he slips out of you, making you wince slightly at the loss of warmth.

“Thank you, Princesa,” he whispers before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. You hear some shuffling around and Javi comes back in with a damp washcloth. He places a soft kiss on the inside of each knee and carefully cleans you up before tossing the washcloth to the side and climbing back up into bed next to you. He slides an arm under your shoulder and rolls you over onto him, his warm hand spread across your back as his thumb gently strokes your spine. You throw your leg over his and place your hand on his chest, drawing little circles as you place a kiss on his jaw.

“Thank you for what?” you finally ask.

Javier draws in a breath before placing another kiss on your forehead. “For this. For taking care of me. For everything.”

#javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena #javi pena #javi pena x you #pedro pascal character fanfiction #narcos #narcos fanfiction

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bangtanfancamp · 4 years

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∴ summary: After spending a gloomy afternoon trying to get out of your own head alone , you finally seek out your boyfriend for help

∴ masterlist

∴ one shot

∴ pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

∴ word count: 2k

∴ rating: pg-13

∴ genre: soft angst, comfort, established relationship

∴ warnings: oc is struggling with something akin to depression, it’s alluded to but not explicitly stated

∴ author’s note: this is incredibly self indulgent and was written in one go. I’ll edit later. I’d rather have it here to share sooner in case anyone needs it as much as me.

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“Joonie, what are you doing? Are you busy?” Your voice comes out small as you peak around the corner into his office, sweater pawed knuckles sneaking around the edge of the door frame.

He doesn’t look up at first. Perhaps you really were too quiet. Or maybe he’s just that immersed in his book. It’s not a cover you’ve seen before so it very well may be the latter. You know how he is when he has a new thing to get lost in. Ever your astronaut adrift, exploring the moons just beyond whatever new world he’s found.

He looks so at home now. Cozy in his den of words and letters. Perfectly domestic amidst lofty thoughts and paragraphs. His skin is mostly bare today, his coordinated tank top and shorts exposing a golden expanse of toned arms, long legs . They’re folded up and crossed, a little boy lost in wonder as he sits on his futon.

His hair is a warm chestnut this week, fringe too long around the lashes but too short to pull back. The way it refuses to cooperate when he brushes it out of his eyes, trickling silkily, stubbornly back into place, exactly where it wants to be, makes you want to chuckle.

He still hasn’t noticed you’re there. Too far gone in whatever his newest philosophy is to notice the way you study the dip of his furrowed brow, how it juxtaposes against the relief of his shadowed dimples, smiling even as he frowns. He finds so much pleasure in being studious— just for fun. No matter how much concentration it takes. You’ve always admired that about him. Admired everything about him really.

Clearing your throat, though you hate to interrupt him, you try again.

“Joonie?”

Somehow it’s even quieter than before, and as he turns another reverent page, you know you’ll have to physically intervene to interrupt him. You sigh. You hate to break the spell. He loves days like this—with the rain trickling down the window’s glass casting shadows on his focused face— he’s so happy to read when it rains.

He leans forward then without looking up to take a sip of his Earl grey, bumbling when the steam unexpectedly fogs his glasses. He laughs at himself, folding his book so it splays across the seat to mark his place and removing his glasses. It’s the first time he’s looked up. He spots you then, his face splitting into the smoothest “there’s my girl” smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hey… how long have you been standing there?” His voices comes low, warm, soothes something in you that desperately needs rest.

“Long enough to see you blind yourself with tea, it seems.” You try to smile back, but it’s a weak, floppy thing. Your cheeks can’t seem to commit so it falls a bit too flat. His brows pinch when he sees it. Something’s amiss.

“Hey… are you okay?” His inscrutable eyes analyze you, and you let him. Too tired to resist or put up a fight.

“It’s not my day, joonie.” Your voice is pitiful, even to your own ears. You’d normally wince at sounding like this in front of anyone else. But honestly, it’s okay. It’s Namjoon you’re with. You don’t have to play games or hide things. Not here. Not with him.

“Yeah?” His eyes catch yours as his palms rub the tops of his thighs. It’s an invitation. You know the gesture by now.

“Yeah… again. There have been so many of these lately,” you say, crossing the room to him, his arms unfolding to welcome you into them. “They come too often and stay too long. They’re terrible house guests. I’m tired of them, joon. I can’t seem to get rid of them.”

You’re scooped against him now, head on the space between his neck and his chest, fingers twisted into his tank top, bum in his lap, knees tucked up til you’re as small as you can get. There’s a broad palm of his on your back, fingertips on his other hand traveling the length of your arm in tender caresses as his cheek rests atop your head.

“Maybe we should start charging them rent. I bet even they can’t afford to pay that in this economy.” He offers the idea solemnly, fully committed to carrying out the metaphor that your mental health really is just an unfortunate airbnb plagued with hideously mannered squatters.

“You know, I love that about you, Joon.”

“My inability to pay rent?”

You nuzzle a sappy no into the heat of his neck,” dummy, your very real ability to never minimize things that are hard to me.”

The dip of his chest as he exhales is oddly soothing. It makes you feel like you’re being rocked and god if you don’t need to be cradled right now. “Things have been really hard lately, haven’t they?” He wonders aloud.

“It isn’t just my perception?” You look up, eyes entirely too pitiful, too round to belong to a functioning adult. No, Namjoon’s heart goes soft as he realizes he’s looking at the eyes of a very scared four year old you. The haunted gaze of an innocent girl who never got told everything would be alright. Even without knowing any more than that, it makes him want to cry.

“No, my sweet girl, it’s not.” Closing his eyes, he presses somber lips to your forehead, scooping you close to shield you— from the world, from yourself, from all the insidious things that took root in you so long ago you’re not even sure how they got in. His wide hands grip you tighter, a feeble attempt to help hold you altogether.

It’s silent then. A few beats of quiet, only disrupted by the clumsy clatter of irreverent raindrops on glass. His caress stays steady against your soft sleeves, his languid fingers perpetually in motion as he attempts to soothe the wounds that sit just beneath your skin.

You look up at him again, unsure what you’ll find.

You almost cry when you see the gentleness in his eyes. No judgment anywhere within them. Just something kind that stretches into the lines his eyes carve as he smiles. How you itch to gently peel his horn rimmed glasses off the tip of his button nose and kiss it. Bless him.

God, you don’t know why he’s so nice to you, but you’re so glad that he is. The smile you give back to him is wobbly, trembly, poorly constructed— but so so sincere that it makes your sad eyes shine. He bumps your nose with his, burying himself against your forehead as you cocoon into him.

You want to ask him what he’s reading, listen intently to him as he tells you all about it, but you know you can’t. You can’t decipher anything today. It all feels too heavy. You can’t carry the weight of anything new with hands already full. At this point, you’ve lived in this soft hoodie of his , the one you stole after his tour two years back because it smelled like him, for the past 3 days. You don’t even have the energy to change. With that kind of retention rate, seems there’s no point in asking your brilliant professor to explain anything.

Still, it’s always so nice to hear his voice. Especially with your ear to his chest like this.

So you ask anyway.

“Will you read to me, Joonie? Life always feels better when you’re reading.” You press your face deep into the copper of his neck, an open mouthed kiss placed against his pulse.

“It’s all kind of theoretical,” he chuckles. He’s bashful. If holding you weren’t occupying his hands, you know they’d be nervously fiddling with the back of his neck. A nerdy boy with a too big brain hesitant to share his discoveries.

“Is it good though? You’ve already read Jung to me, and I stayed awake through that. I think I deserve more credit.” You poke his throat with your nose. You’re not genuinely affronted, it’s just nice to remind him you're competent too. Sometimes.

His sweet chuckle then is earthy and rich, all dark molasses. “True. You actually gave pretty good feedback for that too. Fine. Didn’t mean to underestimate you. Just… bear with me if it feels odd? I haven't read it before. I can’t vouch for it all yet.”

“Fine by me. I’m just here for the cuddles and my Kim Namjoon audiobook.”

He can feel your smile against his skin. It makes him press you just that extra little bit tighter against him, exhaling soft through his nose when he feels you return the gesture.

Scooping up his paperback, he adjusts his glasses where they’ve slipped down his nose, clearing his throat to project like the narrator he claims he’s not but loves to be. He’s quiet for a few more beats. You can hear pages rustling as you sink against his skin. You imagine he must be trying to find where he was when you interrupted, or perhaps searching for a passage that seems apropos. Which he chooses, you don’t know, but you can feel when he settles, just before his caramel voice sweetens the thin air of the room.

“It's the same with the wound in our hearts,” he begins. “ We need to give them our attention so that they can heal. Otherwise the wounds continue to cause us pain. Sometimes for a very long time. We're all going to get hurt. But here's the trick - they also serve an amazing purpose.

When our hearts are wounded that's when they open. We grow through pain. We grow through difficult situations. That's why you have to embrace each and every difficult thing in your life.”

You aren’t sure when your eyes opened, not sure when they began to glaze over or when you started to cry. But you did. And you are. The salty things dripping down against Namjoon’s silken skin. Your sweatered knuckles try to knock them away, but to no avail. Your cheeks are still a wet mess and now his collarbone is too.

“Joon, what is this? What are you reading?”

“Oh… um, it’s— terribly long title but— Into the Magic Shop: A Neurosurgeon's Quest to Discover the Mysteries of the Brain and the Secrets of the Heart. Isn't that a mouthful?” his laugh is self deprecating, small, but still the most beautiful sound.

God, you hate how sensitive and soft you are right now. You don’t want to be sitting here at 4pm in your boyfriend’s lap crying over a paragraph in a book you've never even heard of before, but here you are.

“ is that… what the whole book is about ?”

“You know, I don’t know. I haven’t read it all yet. Jackson recommended it, I’m just now getting to it. Why - do you not like it? I can put this down. Read you something else if this is too heavy. You always like the poetry. I can grab that one anthology you like.”

You can feel as he starts to shuffle beneath you, eager to track down new reading material for you, afraid he’s scared you off, when the fluttering weight of your palm tethers him to his spot.

“No, stay. Keep reading. I want to hear the rest.”

You can practically hear him smile. Relieved. Can feel his dimples manifest without even trying. He kisses your hair, tilts your chin up to kiss you too. The complexity of bergamot and black tea making his supple lips even more bewitching than normal. The window in the corner is cracked open, the humidity it leaks in making your skin sticky as you lean against him.

He’s lovely like this. The rain soaked air mixing with his natural scent, a broad hand on your chin, warm thumb beneath your lip as you mold pliant into his kiss. He ends it with a peck to your lips, a tap of his nose to your nose, before hoisting you so close against him you just may fuse together.

And he reads. He reads until he’s exhausted. Til the rain has stopped, and you’ve drifted to rest pressed against the skin of his chest.

He folds the book shut once your breathing has stilled, his thumb marking the page as he tips you both to lay down sideways. As he extends his pinprick tingling legs for the first time in ages, you hoist yourself around him in your sleep like a koala, and he chuckles. That’s usually his move.

He kisses your hair then, traipsing fingers tenderly through the escaped bits of it that brush across your cheeks. He wonders if you know how madly in love with you he is. How often he’s wondered what he’d do without you. Today, like most days lately, your light was dim, but still kelvins brighter than anyone else’s.

He sends a silent thank you to whatever deity arranged things in such a way that he can hold you to his chest like this as the daylight saving’s darkness floods his studio office. You seemed so sad today, but he knows it won’t last forever. It’ll pass. It always does. He’ll just hold you until it does. And then some.

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grittyreadsfic · 3 years

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haha welcome to my newest rec list, what a run we had tho, a collection of all of my favorite nate bastian/mikey mcleod fics. rip superbuddies, they're not dead, nate's just in fuckin SEATTLE

the only hard part of making this list was not just listing out every fic ao3 user lotts has for the pairing which i did consider doing. so.

all that by lotts

summary: If Mikey gets a soulmate soon, he’ll have to explain the whole Nate situation.

Not– not that there's a real Nate situation, per se, but it’s just– Mikey has Nate, and it’s kind of a thing.

(Or: there very much is a Nate situation. There's also a Mikey situation. Eventually, they realize this.)

why i love it: to me, this is the superbuddies fic-it’s got the perfect pacing from friends to lovers with just the right around of blurred lines between what’s normal for friends and what’s something more, and their characterizations are just *chef’s kiss* it’s also such a great take on soulmates, and it really covers the different ways people can feel about their soulmates/the concept in general

kiss the night air by clementiae

summary: Jersey, Jersey. Whispered into the warmth of their laced fingers like a prayer.

It was a stupid dream. Mikey wanted it to last.

why i love it: never has under 1.3k words made me want to cry as much as this fic has. the way talking about their dream of playing together evolved, the narrative structure that builds? absolutely hits, very good if you want to cry about the expansion draft

sure thing by bitter_leaf

summary: In the history of hockey, there’s no way something like Nate suggested has never happened before and Mikey feels out of control following that thought down the rabbit hole, how he’d be powerless to stop it if it did, and that’s if he’d even want to stop it. The terrifying thing is that even though he can’t see it happening—they’re both straight, this whole fucking thing is just a thought experiment, pretend—now that Nate’s painted the picture for him, he can’t stop thinking about it—whether he’d even notice the signs until it was too late.

Sick of their teammates chirping them, Mikey and Nate pretend to date.

why i love it: i’m SUCH a sucker for fake dating aus, and this one does it so well. It really leans into the messy and complicated feelings part of fake relationships that i don’t think gets explored enough, and it handles it so, so, so well.

you let him wonder but you never let him sink in his teeth by anonymous

summary: Mikey didn’t really pay attention much in biology— didn’t have to, not really— but he vaguely remembers something about doing heat by yourself in a pinch. There were lots of warnings about it.

“You can’t just be alone,” he says and Nate lets out something that sounds like laughing.

Mikey is just trying to be helpful, and Nate is just trying to get through it.

why i love it: i really love omegaverse fics that invert the usual takes on the tropes (and this is one of them!) and it just really is a great look at their dynamic. i really like this take on mikey and nate as a whole, as well

though far away, we’re still the same by rathands

summary: Mikey wishes he wasn’t in love with Nate, because everyone knows that juniors shit—it doesn’t work out. Like Dylan and Mitch.

why i love it: lots of fun bad communication between nate and mikey, and i think this one really handles the emotion of it all so well. absolutely peak idiots to lovers, and i really love that it gives us both of their point of views

so i don’t have to keep imagining by preciousthings

summary: “It was a mistake. That’s— I didn’t mean that, and that’s it.” Mikey says, but he can’t quite meet Nate’s eyes. “That’s where I’m at, I guess.”

“That’s what I thought. So, we’re on the same page.” Nate nods.

(or: lost gold medals, ill-advised snapchats, love confessions, meddling teammates, and a whole lot of miscommunication.)

why i love it: i just think the premise of this works so, so, so well for them-it’s another great idiots to lovers vibe for nate and mikey, and the whole concept of drunkenly telling your crush you love them via snapchap? yes, good, correct

there is a bridge over a river, and some days it is lovely by lotts

summary: “What are you doing here?” Mikey asks, trying and failing not to stare, but Nate’s staring right back, like he’s also not sure what’s going on.

“I figured I’d meet you here,” Nate says. “Put a familiar face on the Binghamton welcoming committee.”

Mikey looks around. “There’s no one else here.”

“Well, it was either a familiar face or no face,” Nate says with an uncertain smile, like he’s not quite sure he’s allowed to make a joke.

why i love it: perhaps i love it because i like to hurt my own feelings, but this is really just a well done fic that really just hits. it’s honest and emotional and you can feel the weight of that throughout it, but it does have a pretty light hearted ending that is good and hopeful. bonus points for being one of my favorite break up make up fics ever and currently my most read fic of 2021

a catch in the curse by aliquis

summary: Mikey McLeod is gifted — or cursed — with the power of psychic persuasion. With the ability to bend people’s ears to his will, Mikey is well aware of how dangerous a power he wields, and the responsibility he bears to not abuse it.

Though he rarely uses his gifts, new developments in his friendship with Nate Bastian may threaten his control. Mikey would do anything to protect his best friend, including finding a way to get rid of his powers for good. Luckily, Newark’s own witch in the woods may be able to help.

why i love it: magic au!!!! i cannot stress how fantastic the world building is in this series (you don’t have to read the tknp fic that’s first to follow what’s happening, but it is worth the read) and mikey’s feelings towards nate and his own struggle is just!!!! honestly i’m just a series of exclamation points about it all

Invisible string by philatoi

summary: Mikey has known he’s liked guys since the first time Nathan Bastian smiled at him. That’s the thing, almost everything about Mikey’s sexuality has involved Nate — which isn’t necessarily bad. In Mikey’s humble opinion, Nate is the perfect person to fall in love with. Highly recommended. Mikey doesn’t regret putting all his eggs in that basket for the last six years.

why i love it: the pining in this, the emotions of it all-just absolutely top notch all the way around, and really just what i wanted out of a superbuddies fic. it really just feels so right for nate and mikey, and i just love it

you are a diamond and i’m just coal by hannah_baker

summary: When Mikey learns his roommate Nate isn't going home for Christmas, he drags Nate back home with him for break.

Or, the one where Mikey thinks all of his feelings for his roommate are platonic, and everyone laughs at him for it.

why i love it: me picking between this and hannah_baker’s other christmas centric superbuddies fic was like picking a favorite child. this is one of my all time favorite takes on mikey in any fic, and i always love a good college roommates au. just such a wonderful fic

turn the lights off, i’m in love by awoogah123

summary: “I can’t go to sleep yet,” Mikey murmured against Nate’s mouth, “I’m not tired.”

Nate knew this couldn’t be true, his and Mikey’s season had just finished and they were both exhausted. Still, Nate knew what Mikey meant when he said he couldn’t go to sleep yet, that he was too wired up, because he felt exactly the same way.

“I think I’ve got a way to make you more relaxed,” Nate said, mouth curving into a smirk as he brushed a hand over Mikey’s cheek. Mikey’s mouth smiled against his own.

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Nate and Mikey are there for each other when the Devils don't make the playoffs.

why i love it: do you ever just need some soft comfort to cope? yeah me too! this fic is that and i was very 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 about it when i read it

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btsqualityy · 4 years

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Heaven Sent; Part 6

Jin x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: Emotional manipulation (at least, that’s what I think it would be catergorized as).

Month seven was a month of exploration. After you and Jin admitted to being attracted to each other and deciding to try things out to see what happens, you were seemingly thrown into the deep end with how open Jin became after that.

You learned that he loves to cook, and that he would’ve been a chef if he hadn’t taken over the business end of his father’s restaurants. He double majored in both business and culinary arts, and he was Hae-il’s roommate and the first person that he met during their first year. He loves trot music, and you’ve unfortunately been on the receiving end of him serenading you with a song numerous times. He also loves video games and you were willing to bet that if he didn’t have to work, then he’d been stuck behind a computer screen playing games all day.

There was just so much more to Jin and his personality that you never knew about, and you couldn’t believe that you found yourself liking him more and more as the two of you spent more time together.

“Uncle Jinnie, can I get the songpyeon?” Aera asked Jin from her place perched on his shoulders and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the way that she pronounced the word. The three of you had met for brunch at a little café down the block from his office, where he had been doing some work.

“Little Heart, we’ve talked about this,” Jin chuckled as he patted her feet where they swung lightly by his chin. “Just say rice cakes.”

“But I’m a big girl and that’s what the sign says!” She shot back and you smiled as you looked up at her.

“Don’t remind me,” you chuckled. “You’re growing up too fast Love.”

“Can I get them uncle Jinnie?” Aera asked again, and you and Jin could both hear the impatience that had creeped into her tone so he rapidly nodded before turning to the cashier.

“Can we have two pink lemonades, an iced Americano, a songypeon and two dasiks?” Jin ordered and the cashier nodded. Jin then reached down, pulling his wallet out of the pocket of his slacks and taking out his card, handing it to the cashier. After he got his card back, the three of you moved further down the counter so that the next person behind you could place his order.

“I hope that we didn’t pull you away from anything too important,” you spoke up as you looked at Jin.

“Nah, I was just filling out some paper work and signing off on some things, so it was mostly procedural stuff,” he told you. “And even if it were really important, I don’t mind taking a break for you guys.”

“It’s also Saturday, so you shouldn’t be overworking yourself anyways,” you smiled gently, trying to hide the way that your cheeks had warmed up from his words.

“Order #353,” a voice called out and you and Jin stepped up to the counter, grabbing your drinks and snacks. After finding a small table in one corner of the café, the three of you sat down, Aera perched on Jin’s lap as she ate her rice cake.

“Did you have a good week at school Little Heart?” Jin asked her and you watched as her little eyes widened.

“Yes,” she whispered and Jin looked down at her, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“She had an issue with a boy in her class on Wednesday,” you told him and he looked up at you.

“What happened?” He wondered.

“The little boy made a comment about Hae and Aera stomped on his foot and hit him in the stomach,” you revealed.

“Aera,” Jin called disapprovingly and Aera’s head whipped up at the utterance of her real name from Jin.

“It wasn’t my fault!” She exclaimed. “He said Daddy died because he doesn’t love me and I know that’s not true so I hit him!”

“Of course it’s not true sweetheart,” Jin cooed, lifting his hand and wiping away at the hot tears that had started to gather in the corners of her eyes. “Your Daddy loves you so much and he wouldn’t have left if he had the choice so that boy shouldn’t have said that. That doesn’t mean that you can just go around hitting people either though.”

“Mommy said the same thing,” Aera pouted.

“That’s because Mommy’s pretty smart,” Jin smiled. “So no more fights, ok?”

“Ok,” Aera nodded before going back to eating.

“Thanks,” you said and Jin raised an eyebrow as he brought his cup of coffee to his mouth.

“For what?”

“For backing me up,” you replied. “She’s always better convinced if more than one person tells her the same thing.”

“Just like Hae,” Jin laughed as he shook his head. “Anyways though, what do you guys have planned for today?”

“Me and Mommy are going to see grandma and grandpa today!” Aera interjected suddenly.

“Your parents?” Jin asked and you shook your head.

“Hae’s,” you told you. “I think it’ll be good for her to see them, especially after what happened this week. We’re gonna go catch up and then Aera is gonna stay the night.”

“Good idea,” he agreed. “So does this mean that our regular Saturday movie night is cancelled?”

“Only this one,” Aera told him and he smiled before reaching down and tweaking her nose.

“Good,” he said, making her giggle as you watched them fondly.

After finishing your drinks and snacks, Jin walked with you and Aera back down the block to your car. He put her inside, helping her strap herself into her booster seat before shutting the door and looking down at you.

“So, are you and me still on for our movie night?” Jin smirked and you reached out, smacking his chest lightly as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re gross,” you giggled. “But yes, we’re still on. I’ll only stay with Aera for about an hour and then I’ll be home so you can just come over whenever.”

“Alright. I do have to finish up some stuff but I don’t think it’ll take me long at all,” he responded. “Still, I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”

“Ok,” you smiled and the two of you stood there in silence for a few seconds, just looking at each other.

“Is she looking?” Jin asked and peaking your head around his arm, you saw that Aera was looking down at one of the books that you kept in the car for her.

“Nope,” you told him and suddenly, his lips were pressed against yours. You kissed him back, sighing contentedly before pulling away.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he whispered, and you nodded.

“Bye.”

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“Oh, hi my baby!” Jin-joo exclaimed, leaning down so that she could catch Aera in her arms as Aera rushed up to her. You shut the car door, smiling as you walked up to the front steps of Hae-il’s parent’s house.

“Hi Y/N-ah,” Gun greeted you and you stepped forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling back. “Is that little one’s bag?”

“Oh yeah, it has all of the things that she’ll need,” you nodded, pulling Aera’s small backpack from over your shoulder and handing it over to him.

“We still have some of her stuff here though,” Gun mentioned.

“I figured but she’s hit a growth spurt in the last two months or so,” you told him with a smile. “It seems like she outgrew every single piece of clothing that she owned all at the same time.”

“That just means you’re eating well huh?” Jin-joo smiled at Aera, who nodded rapidly in her arms. “Well, both of you come on in.” You followed behind Jin-joo and Gun, watching with a smile as they both helped Aera take off her jacket and her shoes. As you worked on taking off your own shoes and jacket, Jin-joo handed Aera off to Gun.

“Why don’t you show Aera some of the new things that we bought for her?” Jin-joo suggested and Aera’s eyes instantly lit up.

“New toys?” She wondered excitedly.

“Why don’t we go see?” Gun chuckled, turning off and carrying Aera off down the hallway. Once they were gone, Jin-joo turned to you with a wide smile.

“Tea?” She offered.

“Please,” you nodded, following behind her into the kitchen. You sat down at the small table that was there and you watched silently as she grabbed a kettle, moving over to the sink and filling it with water before moving over to the stove.

“How have you been getting along dear?” She asked you and you sighed lightly, thinking over your answer.

“Honestly, I’m doing a lot better than I thought I would be after only 7 months,” you admitted. “I haven’t burst out crying in a good three weeks or so, which I consider to be progress.”

“That’s definitely good progress,” she chuckled with a soft smile as she moved to sit across the table from you. “And Aera?”

“Oh, she’s been doing amazingly,” you smiled. “Well, of course besides the incident on Wednesday.”

“I felt so bad when you called and told us about that,” Jin-joo sighed. “I bet she misses him so much.”

“She does,” you confirmed. A few seconds of silence passed over the two of you before you heard her take a deep inhale.

“I have to say Y/N-ah, and I really hope that you don’t take extreme offense to this, but I began to think after you called Thursday,” Jin-joo began. “And I couldn’t help but to wonder if Aera acting out that way has to do with Seokjin?” Your eyes immediately widened at her words, not expecting her to say that.

“What would he have to do with that?” You questioned.

“Well, I know that she’s been spending an increased amount of time with him, with the both of you, together,” she corrected herself. “And with her being so young, I can’t help but to be concerned about what that’s doing to the memory that she has of her father.”

“Jin-joo, you’re skirting around what you really want to say, and I’d prefer if you would just say it,” you told her.

“Alright, fine,” she nodded. “In my opinion, it is much too soon or you to be moving on and seeing other men and Aera is clearly suffering from it.” You couldn’t help the chuckle that you let out then, the disbelief almost overwhelming you.

“First off, the relationship that I have with Jin isn’t anything like you’re thinking,” you said. “Secondly, you know me Jin-joo. You know I’d never do anything that would carry even the slightest risk of harming Aera in any way, shape, or form.”

“But you’re grieving, and grief can make us do things that we normally wouldn’t,” she noted.

“I can see that,” you replied tersely.

“Look Y/N-ah, I’m only concerned about your and Aera’s well being,” she insisted. “Hae-il’s death has greatly affected all of us but more than anyone, it’s affected Aera the most. Now, I know Seokjin and I know he more than likely has the best of intentions but I don’t think it’s a good idea to allow him to get too comfortable in Aera’s life.”

“But he’s already been around since she was born,” you shot back.

“Which makes it even worse that he’s pursuing you not even a year after her father’s death,” Jin-joo explained before exhaling harshly. “I’m going to ask you a question and I would like an honest answer.”

“Ok.”

“Did you love my son?” She asked and your jaw dropped slightly.

“Of course I did, and you know that better than anyone,” you spat harshly.

“Then for the sake of that and the sake of the wellbeing of my granddaughter, who is the only tie that any of us have to Hae-il, you should wait to involve yourself in any other relationships,” she advised you and you hated to admit it, but you really began to think about what she was saying. Things with Jin had happened very quickly and even though you had been concerned with how your relationship with him would look to others, it hadn’t been at the forefront of your mind.

Even though you didn’t like how she approached the topic with you, you had to admit that just maybe....she had a point.

......................................

Your thoughts only began to run away with you even more after you left Hae-il’s parents house and made it back to your own.

You never wanted your love for Hae-il to be doubted but you could understand why Jin-joo would ask you a question like that. You had been spending a lot of time with Jin but you had always justified it by saying that if he makes you and Aera happy, then there was no harm in having him around.

But did he really make Aera happy though? It seemed like he did and she definitely loved him, which no one with eyes could deny, but she was also an easily distracted 6 year old who would be happy if you gave her a sucker. You had to think about if having Jin around so much was causing her to act out or not, because maybe she felt like she was loosing touch with Hae-il and that was absolutely the last thing that you wanted.

Once you got home, you decided that you wanted to be close to Hae-il so after taking a shower, you changed into a pair of his old jogging pants and one of his button up flannel shirts. After making yourself some ramen, you settled down with it on the couch, making sure to grab your photo album on the way. Grabbing a blanket, you pulled it over your lap and opened the photo album, choosing to look through some of the photos while you waited for your ramen to cool down.

The very first photo you saw was from your and Hae-il’s engagement photo shoot, where he was sitting in a chair and you were standing behind him, your arms wrapped around his neck. Your engagement ring was on display, a dainty ruby rock that fit around your left ring finger perfectly. You’d always loved that ring, even sometimes favoring it over the gold wedding band that you exchanged with Hae-il a year after that engagement photo shoot. You hadn’t worn it since Hae-il died though, not being able to stomach looking at it for more than a few seconds at a time.

The next photo was of you and Hae-il on your wedding day, your eyes shining with tears as Hae-il read his vows to you at the altar. That day was amazing, the love that you were feeling for him almost overwhelming you at times throughout the ceremony. You laughed to yourself as you remembered how Hae-il almost spilled wine on your wedding dress at the reception later that night, getting slightly too tipsy on soju as he tried to whisk you around the dance floor.

As you continued to look through the photo album, you hadn’t even realized that tears had been welling up in your eyes until it rolled down your cheek and onto the photo album, splashing right onto a photo of you, Hae-il, and Aera that had been taken on her first birthday.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “I can’t believe that I even thought that I’d be able to do this.” As you continued to look through the album, your phone buzzed on the table and when you leaned forward to pick it up, you saw that you had a text from Jin.

“On my way out soon,” it read. “We still on for tonight?”

Biting your lip as more tears rushed down your face, you huffed harshly as you realized what it was that you needed to do.

“No,” it stated simply. After making sure that it sent, you then turned your phone off, setting it back on the table before looking back down on the photo album.

“I love you,” you whispered as you ran your finger over a photo of Hae-il holding a baby Aera and smiling brightly at the camera. “And I’m so sorry if I made you think that I didn’t.”

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foursideharmony · 4 years

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Okay, so remember this post I made a few months ago about how I think the Mindscape “works” in terms of structure? I thought I should also share some of my headcanons about how the Sides themselves work.

(Note: I prefer to capitalize Side because it’s a fairly common word on its own, and this distinguishes the characters we love so much from other uses which are likely to crop up.)

Question #1: Do they need to eat, sleep, etc.? You know what? I think they do. Your brain functions need energy and downtime in order to keep operating at peak efficiency, and that translates, in the Mindscape, into actual food and sleep.

It can be entirely literal—the food that Thomas eats becomes stored caloric energy, and that manifests in the Mindscape as the stuff available in the Sides’ fridge and pantry. What they have available reflects the kind of stuff he’s been eating lately, so they try to influence his eating habits in accordance with their tastes. Logan wants perfect nutritional balance, Patton’s into comfort food, Roman wants to experiment with flavors and try gourmet and exotic cuisine, etc.

As for sleep/rest, I think they need differing amounts, which may or may not correspond to Thomas’s own sleep schedule. Logan sleeps when Thomas does, almost by definition. Virgil has to drift off before Thomas can sleep…but he is the lightest sleeper of the lot, and might well wake up in the middle of the night and start poking Thomas’s dreams. Roman and Patton can both remain active all night, on and off, but balance it by being the most likely to need naps during the day. (Ever had a night of intense dreams that leave you with subdued emotional affect the next day? That happens to Thomas too...it means Patton stayed up way too late and is sleeping in.) Janus and Remus have, I think, unpredictable sleep patterns, and are especially prone to timing their bouts of activity for when at least three other Sides are asleep, so Thomas is caught off-guard.

Question #2: Can they be hurt? Well, the answer to this one is an unambiguous YES, as proven in several episodes, so let’s tweak it: How can they be hurt, and how do they recover from being hurt? Yeah, that’s much more fun to speculate about!

Not only can the Sides be injured, but the show gives us two ways it can happen. The simpler one is, they can hurt each other, just like real people can hurt each other. We have several instances in the series of Sides throwing things at each other and causing pain or injury as a result. I extend that to mean that they can also be injured within the Mindscape via household accidents, misadventure in the Imagination, etc. That’s their “world,” and it can affect them just as the physical world affects physical people.

The other way they can be hurt, of course, is if something happens in Thomas’s life that negatively impacts his self-image vis-à-vis their function. We saw this happen in “My NEGATIVE Thinking” when Roman, as Thomas’s ego, was “bruised” by his fumble at the audition. It’s easy to imagine situations where this happens to other Sides. Thomas’s feelings might be hurt, which means Patton takes a hit. Or he might have his intelligence called into question, which could damage Logan. Fortunately, they apparently heal this damage as soon as Thomas gets over whichever crisis caused it. This leads me to my major thesis statement about their faux-physicality:

The Sides’ “physical” condition is largely determined by their expectations.

The Sides aren’t precisely human. They are, however, aspects of a human, which means they have human experiences of the world, human reactions to events, and human expectations regarding their environment. Thomas knows that when a wadded-up piece of paper hits your eye, it hurts, and so Roman knows it too, and so when a wadded-up piece of paper hits his eye, it hurts. It’s actually the same mechanism by which Thomas flubbing his audition causes Roman to become bruised. The audition goof changes Roman’s opinion of himself from “amazing actor” to “terrible actor,” and since Thomas’s acting ability is a major part of his function, that damages him. Being hit in the eye with a wadded-up piece of paper changes his self-image from “person who is totally fine” to “person who has just been hit in the eye with a wadded-up piece of paper,” and because he knows it’s supposed to hurt, that damages him. Not much, since being hit in the eye with a wadded-up piece of paper only hurts a little, and briefly, but that’s the process.

And that’s why Logan is able to shake off Remus’s violent attacks in “Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts.” As Logic, Logan is able to maintain the presence of mind to remember that they are not actually physically real, and therefore the attacks aren’t actually happening to anyone. He still reels when Remus hurls a shuriken into his forehead, because that’s a reflexive reaction, but he is braced for it; it does not affect his self-image enough to do any lasting damage. Perhaps the other Sides could also “roll to disbelieve” in this fashion, but it would likely be much harder for them, because they are not cold hard Logic.

If an injury does stick, expectations also govern how fast they recover. Fortunately for the Sides, it’s not as straightforward as the process of getting hurt in the first place. Although they know, like Thomas does, how long many types of injuries take to heal, for them it can go much faster because of the self-image thing. Say Patton trips going down the stairs. He breaks his arm because the fall changes his self-image to “person who just fell down the stairs OOOOOWWWWWW,” and he remains that way for a time. But with proper care, he soon starts to feel better, his self-image changes again to “person who is getting better,” and this accelerates his healing process.

All the whumpy goodness a fan writer could want, without the hassle of long-term impairment or permanent damage.

Question #3: Can they…you know…bite the big one?

I honestly haven’t given this one as much thought as the other questions…or as much thought as some other fans have. Here are the possibilities I’ve seen explored:

No. No matter how much damage a Side takes, he can’t actually die. Chop off his head, and he walks around carrying it. It probably looks annoyed.

Yes, but not permanently. They come back after a while. The exact length of the while depends on the writer, and sometimes varies by method of death. In some cases, they spring back to life, while in others, the “body” disappears and reforms later in some designated part of the Mindscape. They might lose some memories in the process or otherwise be altered slightly.

Yes, and it’s awful. Eventually a new personification will form in order to be that Side of Thomas’s personality, but the original is gone forever and we will all miss him terribly.

Yes, and it’s devastating for Thomas, who outright loses that facet of himself for the rest of his life. AND we miss the dead Side terribly.

I tend to lean toward the first two answers myself. It seems to me that the only way to outright erase part of someone’s personality is for the person to willingly and deliberately undergo intensive therapy to that specific end, and even then, I think it would result in the Side transforming into something very different, rather than going away forever. And it would be a slow enough process that the transformation itself would seem like a natural evolution rather than a replacement of one character with another.

But ultimately? I don’t know. More to the point, in my headcanon-verse, neither do the Sides. It makes for better drama if they have no idea how mortal they are and don’t dare to find out.

Wow, this went on longer than I expected. I hope you all enjoyed it!

#sanders sides #headcanons #theories

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ohgodmyeyes · 3 years

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hi! I was curious as to what are both your fav and least fav versions of anakin? (like aotc, rots, old force ghost, clone wars, etc)

This is such an exciting question, but I'll try to be succinct instead of long-winded and boring. (My stories are already there for that.) Here's a quick rundown of a few different Anakins, from my most treasured to the one (and only one) I tend to side-eye:

ROTJ Anakin / Force Ghost Anakin - I'm grouping these guys together, because I love them all for the same reason, and that reason is that they DID it. ROTJ Anakin is the Anakin who finds himself again; who takes responsibility for his family, and a huge step toward atoning for the things he's done. He spends ROTJ slowly changing; we see it in how he regards the Emperor, and the way he regards Luke. The closest thing he’s ever going to do to getting his wife back, realistically, is saving his son and finally openly defying Palpatine. It doesn’t matter that anyone else knows Vader has been rescued from himself, or that he was really a good man all along. Luke knows, and that’s enough; it’s part of why their relationship is so special to me. Luke is the only living person who says a proper goodbye to Anakin: He knew all along that it was worth it to try to know him. That’s beautiful.

His journey isn't finished at this stage, exactly, but his he's in a better place than he's ever been, and I love him for it. He's hope personified, even for the very worst of us.

As an aside— physicality isn't a barrier to any of this; I love him all busted up and dying, I love him as a fully-healed Sebastian Shaw, and as a pretty, young Hayden Christensen.

Padawan Anakin / AOTC Anakin / Jedi Quest Anakin - In second place is a much younger iteration of him— a sad, lonely kid who's easily excitable, and dangerous, somehow, without being at all frightening. He's a mixed-up kid who's had a less-than-ideal upbringing, bound to an ancient prophecy no one knows enough about. He cries out constantly to be held and loved; he's got his heart in his hand, and he's always ready to give it away to the next person who shows him kindness— or who even just needs him.

He's still so compassionate and well-intentioned at this point in his life, even when it doesn't benefit him. He can be petty and sensitive, although anyone would be, if they had to bear the kind of weight Anakin carries on his own shoulders at that age. His emotions sometimes run amok, but his heart is still so good... and more importantly than that, he knows it. He still has hope, for himself and for others, despite the overwhelming sense of 'otherness' he tends to feel. That's what sets him apart from Vader for me, even though I think AOTC Ani resembles the ultimate, 'suited' Darth Vader a lot more than the Anakin we meet at the beginning of ROTS.

Plus— although this is fairly irrelevant— AOTC Anakin happens to be Anakin at peak hotness. No damn wig is going to change that, nor is the sad fact of my own rapidly-advancing age. :)

Little Kid Anakin / TPM Anakin - The sweet baby version of Anakin comes in next for me. The altruism he struggles to hang onto until he finally falls is front-and-centre at this stage. He's tough by necessity (obviously, he's a fucking slave), but he isn't jaded yet— largely owing to his mother. Even when he loses Qui-Gon and gets to the Temple and struggles to integrate, his heart just stays enormous. God knows what he's already been through, but he never stops trying, and there's nothing fake about his confidence at this stage in his life. I love that; I think we could all stand to be a bit more like nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker.

There's an Anakin & Reader story on ao3 by @itohan called 'Kuebiko', and it's a beautiful depiction of what it might be like to be a caregiver for a very young Anakin. It's headed for some pretty sad places, to be sure, but there's a lot of sweetness and lovely (sometimes chilling) little insights into his character that I don't otherwise get to see very often. Anyone else with a soft spot for child Ani should go and read it.

'Classic' Vader, between the end of ROTS and the end of ANH - This is an enormous chunk of time, but again, I think it's more helpful than not if I just group these iterations of him together, at least for the purpose of compiling this list. It's horrific and tragic and a devastating waste of potential, but Anakin really does spend a huge amount of time mired in a thick, dark cloud of grief and anger. He convinces himself of a lot of stupid shit during this period in his life: 'Anakin is dead, I'm fulfilling my destiny, I can get Padmé back, she'd love all this ORDER I'm bringing, blah blah blah'. Every ounce of his extraordinary control is purely surface-level; he's a raging wildfire inside for a longer period of time than I think nearly anyone else could realistically sustain (as in, Kylo Ren was always going to die at 30, and I'm surprised I didn't, too lol).

He's empowered by his shitstain of a 'Master' to hurt and kill people against everything that once made him who he was, and no one can know he suffers for it (or for the loss of his wife, or the family he wishes he could have raised with her). No one can know anything about him; he's a man playing a part who can't ever take off his costume. Everything hurts him, and the only places he can turn to for comfort are the battlefield, and the inside of his own head. He has profound disabilities of every imaginable nature, and receives no more than the most cursory physical maintenance to remedy them. He escapes into his missions, but every one of those is a slight against his own better nature. His personal pursuits don't benefit him either; for basically twenty years of his life, he's living in an emotional storm— it ebbs and flows, but it never lets up, and his entire existence is set up specifically to reward the most despicable of his behaviour.

He doesn't make very many genuine emotional breakthroughs, because he's not allowed— just tricked and lied to and manipulated and taken advantage of, even when he's the one ostensibly in 'control'. His life only starts again when Luke comes into it; again, one more reason their connection is so special to me.

I'm going to go ahead and recommend another Anakin/Reader story by a different author; it's called 'mrfiveohone' by DarthDoritos, and it's on ao3. It's a brilliant exploration of what a strange, budding relationship with a youngish Vader might look like, and just an overall beautiful portrait of escalating intimacy on top of that. Another one I would highly recommend (completion status notwithstanding) is called 'Afterimage', and it is by garnettrees, also on ao3. It's a very dark Vaderdala story that gets right inside Anakin's head in the most wonderful ways. He never stops loving Padmé, and in that, he never truly stops being who he is.

This is the Vader I (admittedly somewhat dramatically) see the most of myself in. It puts us at-odds sometimes, but my urge to get up underneath that mask and make him feel worthy of his own name is insurmountable. I love him because if I didn't, I'd be in trouble.

Which brings us to TCW Anakin… who is, perhaps, the only version of Anakin I can honestly say I don't care for. Which is fine, because the show itself really isn't my kind of thing. Suffice to say, that particular depiction of him departs so dramatically from any of the other ones I've known (or listed here) that I just can't get into it, no matter how hard I try.

I'm going to end this with a shout-out to Lego Anakin! I've never seen a shitty version of Lego Anakin, whether in a cartoon or on my desk at home. :)

Thank you for asking, anon. That was fun to write out!

#anakin skywalker #thanks anon #fanfiction #headcanon #boring to everyone but me #i am trying to answer all of my asks #the nice ones anyway #late #too long

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valiantlyjollynightmare · 3 years

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7, 1, 20 for the ask game

OK SO

Unfortunately, they're all from the same fic

But they're in different chapters >:3

This got long so I'm putting a read more but, tldr, 1. Let's Start Again by MAGIC GIANT, 7. American Money by BØRNS and 20. Insula by The Motans and EMAA.

And, in short, it's all about road trips and pining :3

1. Let's Start Again by MAGIC GIANT

I cannot express how much I adore this song. But the highlight, the highlight, is these lyrics:

what's at the bottom of black and blue rainbow /it's time, we gotta let all our colors show / someday seems so far / you gotta end to begin / here's my last card / it's all yours

Ok so in the fic where I do use this song for inspiration, it would play the moment Adrien accepts it's time care for himself. It's a whole mess in that fic, and there, starting again is not about a break up like the song implies, but about his having lost himself and his finally looking straight ahead to the road of getting better.

But, if I were to write a single fic about it, it'd be about the two of them having been together as Adrienette, having broken up, and then getting back together post reveal when all the cards are on the table. And the climax would be Marinette telling Adrien that part with here's my last card, it's all yours. Sweet sweet hurt comfort.

7. American Money by BØRNS

Another gold one. Like, please, how can you hear

and we got caught in a storm / you started flying a kite / at the end was the key to my heart / you are my lover for life

And not dieeeeeeee that's Adrien at his peak simping, you just gotta adooooooore

In the fic this starts playing when they're exploring around and the simping has finally led to something. In other words, this is the soundtrack to a montage with them walking around dusty lavender trails, and narrow streets, and getting a hand out the window while in the car, on the way to yet another picturesque village. And it peaks with a stolen kiss :3

And honestly, this song just screams road trip to me. And pining. I'd still put it on the soundtrack of a hurt-comfort road trip fic even if it wasn't already there.

20. Insula by The Motans and EMAA

OKAY

Okay

But

I don't know / how I got in this wasteland / where I've been, or with whom / I don't know / the me of yesterday wouldn't have imagined / that I'd get to have an island just for myself

And

I rushed like a fool / I didn't think about who'd love me on a deserted island

And

You gave me the courage / to dedicate all my life to myself / and all my love to you

ADRIEN CANNONICALLY WANTS TO RUN AWAY AND LIVE ON AN ISLAND WITH MARINETTE THIS IS LITERALLY HIS SONG AND LET ME TELL YOU

I made good use of it in my fic. It has an entire scene based on it. There's water, and there's stars and there's an incredible amount of vulnerability and love. It's one of my favourite scenes and i cannot wait for people to read it.

And again. This just screams vulnerability and love to me. I'd write the same thing, maybe just change the setting, but write the exact same things even if it were a oneshot inspired by it instead of a scene in a bigger fic.

I hope you enjoyed these teasers. Look out for the snippet I'll post soon.

The fic is called Passengers and it's written as part of the ML Big Bang.

#inimoo #ask game #spotify wrapped #music

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galactic-melodies · 4 years

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I have been in love with the idea of a poor MC with Jumin Han for a while, so I decided to write a full on fiction about it. I’ll do it in parts, and maybe for the other characters routes. But I reaaalllly wanted to do Jumin. So enjoy the introduction!

Money is something everyone in the world wants, it is a huge motivator and there never seems to be enough for those who actually need it. You were no different in this situation. You had grown up without a father, and a gambling addict, alcoholic for a mother. Between the two, any money earned was immediately thrown out. From a very young age, you had to figure out how to survive. Through sheer luck and willpower, you somehow managed to attend higher education and complete the degree. Being fresh out of university, you had more bills and debts to pay than you knew what to do with, and no place to live. Perhaps it was this desperation to not move back in with your mother that led you to do what you did.

UNKNOWN: Do you mind going to the address?

You weren't sure how to respond to this. As an educated young lady, surely you were smart enough not to go to a random strangers address. Obviously this was a scam and you would be murdered… or worse. Still, there was something about this stranger. Who knows, maybe by doing a good deed some luck would come out of it.

MC: Fine… I’m leaving right away if it feels sketchy.

And so, you went. You knocked on the door and no one answered. After little convincing on Unknown’s part, you entered the apartment. It was bigger than your entire house growing up. Slowly, you peaked around the hallway, praying someone wouldn’t come out and shoot you. The apartment appeared to be upkept, despite the lack of evidence of life. The plants were flourishing and there was barely any dust. You walked around, not being as careful about your steps, to explore the rest of the apartment. The bathroom had a shower and a bathtub in it and was fully stocked with make-up and soaps. The kitchen had all the utensils needed to cook, but thankfully no food to rot away. For the bedroom, a queen sized bed sat in the center of the room. There was a walk in closet, but not much else in the room. You sit on the bed, surprised at how comfortable it was.

“This feels so wrong to be here,” you muttered to yourself.

The apartment felt way fancier than anything she had ever experienced. It was also someone else's. Oh gosh, I’m in someone else's house. Flipping your phone, you went to text Unknown back. You blinked in wonder at your screen. A chat room seemed to appear with multiple people in it, none of whom you recognized. Possibly the most perplexing part was how a chatroom got on your flip phone. Were those things not smartphone specific? You read from when you entered in. Maybe it’s a game? Skimming quickly, you caught up, realizing they were addressing...you. Notagamenotagamenotagame.

MC: Hello…

You smacked yourself on the head mentally for such a stupid greeting. They were freaking out, you were breaking and entering into a private chatroom and someone else’s house. The phone buzzed quickly as responses filled in.

JUMIN: Who is it?

YOOSUNG: Find out what it is!

JAEHEE: How did you find out about this place? Where did you download the application?

This is it. You were going to jail. Most definitely. Goodbye dreams. So much for doing a good deed.

707: I traced the IP….it’s from Rika’s apartment.

Fuck.

707: Anyways, someone must have broken into her apt.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

YOOSUNG: Who are you?! How did you get into Rika’s apartment?!

JAEHEE: Username “MC”, I recommend that you confess.

JUMIN: MC...who are you?

You sighed, deciding to just explain what happened. You would probably be going to jail anyway, maybe they would take pity on you. You began typing your plea for ignorance and mercy.

JUMIN: Reveal yourself, stranger. If you do not reveal yourself, you will pay.

“What!” You exclaimed, mouth agape. With a hmph, you erased the half paragraph of begging.

MC: Reveal yourself first. I’m the most confused one here…

You smiled a tad, crossing your arms happily. Your phone rang again with more replies.

JUMIN: How fierce.

That’s more like it.

After a little bit of conversation and some mentions of 707… “hacking”, they started to introduce themselves one by one. Zen, age 24 came first. He had the most striking eyes on anyone you had ever seen and was just all out gorgeous. If love at first sight was a thing, perhaps this was it. He seemed super kind and thoughtful too. Although, you had never seen him before, despite his apparent fame. 707, age 22, went next, no picture, no real name. Despite him apparently hacking something involving you, he seemed kind as well. Yoosung, age 21, went next. He was probably the most adorable boy you had ever met. High school you would’ve had a major crush on him from appearance alone. He mentioned he was a college student and you suddenly wanted to ask him about his struggles.707 took the liberty to introduce Jumin, Jaehee, and Jumin’s cat to you. Jumin, 27, had seemed rather cold right off the bat. Jaehee, 26, also appeared to be as cold. However, there was something about seeing Jumin with a cat that made you feel less hostile towards him. Animal lovers are rarely bad people, right?

Following introductions, 707 asked you some questions that you answered honestly. Afterall, you weren’t much of a liar, and something told you honesty was the only answer in this situation.

707: Lookedintoownerofdevice

707: she’scutelol

You looked around the room, squinting. Were their cameras around? How did he know what you looked like? You had no social media.

707: thohowdidyougetanapponaflipphone

MC: I was redirected from the text message...I honestly am just as puzzled as you lol.

Then, their “leader” named V appeared. He explained that the chat room was for them to discuss information for their charity organization, which explains why everyone panicked. The apartment you were in held top secret information on a lot of important people. A cold sweat broke out on the back of your neck, your breathing quickened. I’m so lucky that they aren’t just calling the police oml. The rest of the members explained who Rika was and that you were in her apartment. She had long passed, but apparently V payed the rent. Then he left, telling everyone to calm down and leaving Jumin to deal with the rest of things.

JUMIN: MC, will you join the RFA?

You could say no. Leave this all behind and go back to your normal life of struggle. You could go find a job and look for a home and wait until you either moved back in with your mother or her with you. And you almost did. It seemed to be more trouble than it was worth. All of these guys seemed rather passionate with their work. They threw fancy parties with really important people. That was a type of classy you could never hope to be. But. You could join. They would let you live her, maybe rent free. You could not worry about being destitute and focus on doing things to help a lot of people for a really good cause. You could even search for a job you genuinely liked in your degree. You could make some new friends. Perhaps you could even help people out of situations that you came from. What could it hurt?

MC: Alright. It looks fun. I’ll give it a go.

You smiled slightly, reading the responses from the others.

YOOSUNG: That’s a fast decision.

JUMIN: Ha. I like it.

JAEHEE: I wonder if you have thought this through.

ZEN: Welcome MC.

You put your phone down, laying on the bed with a genuine smile on your face. You hadn’t felt as confident in a decision in a while. You had a really good feeling about this group of people. Who knows where this had the potential to take you.

#jumin han #mm #mystic messenger #mysme zen #Yoosung Kim #707 #mm saeyoung #jaehee kang #jumin x reader

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luna--reading · 4 years

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[PICK A CARD] WHAT ARE SOME MESSAGES COMING IN FOR MY NEXT 2 WEEKS?

Hello lovelies~ ♡

This is a pick a card reading for “What is coming in for the next 2 weeks?” This is a timeless reading and you are meant to see it right now! Please do find peace if it doesn’t resonate with you~ ♡

So take a few minutes to mediate on these 3 piles:

Left to right: 1 - 3

Once you’re ready, just scroll below to find the reading that you have chosen!

You can always leave a comment or simply like the post if it resonates with you, thank you so much~ ♡♡♡

Pile 1: Thelema Tarot + Amethyst Heart

Tarot: 10 of Swords, The Tower, 4 of Cups

Oracle: PENTACLE - RESPECT // LITHA - INTENSIFICATION // MILDEW FAIRY (15) - Clean-up time! // MARIE MASQUERADE (14) - Glamour, intrigue, drama // FULL MOON TEMPLE (27) - Celebration, peak, transcendent moment // THE ANGEL GATE (9) - Cleansing, protection, blessing // LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE (45) // AFFIRMATION FOR HEALING THE HEART // AKASHA - Your guidance is divinely guided // GO WITH THE FLOW - Let things happen // DOVE - Take a leap of faith // THE UNSEEN (4) - Too much is hidden from you // CONCHOMANCY - Seashell divination, wisdom of shells // TURTLE

Okay, there are more cards than I expected to jump out but all in all, I feel like they resonate with each other and that there is a very strong message coming in for you! Darling, I feel like there has been a particular ending, and I feel like this has strongly shook your world, you are currently not able to get out of a particular situation, a particular vicious cycle (is what I’m hearing). Basically, I feel like you are stuck in your thoughts, you don’t know where you can go forth after this ending. Maybe this has just happened recently, or maybe this has happened a long time back, but you are just stuck in this situation for some time and honestly, I see this feeling intensify for the next 2 weeks. You might meet some sort of situation; you might meet some people that bring back these feelings from the past and it just hits you all over again.

It’s not a nice feeling, I get that, and it’s painful to be reminded of for these feelings. In any aspect of life, we don’t like to feel like we have failed, or that we are constantly being challenged by ourselves because most of the time, it is difficult to get out of our heads as compared to getting out of people’s expectations (if that makes sense). It’s like we can tell ourselves that we don’t live for others and hence we don’t have to care about others’ expectations of us, but when we are faced with our own demons, when we are faced with doubt from ourselves, it’s difficult to get out of that situation. And I see that you might be faced with this problem in the next 2 weeks.

But darling, the angels want you to know that these feelings are resurfacing for you to face them head-on. They are not here to hurt you again, but instead I see that they are here to bring you a fresh start, a new beginning. These hurts occur for a reason and the angels want you to know that they are always going to be here to protect you but for the next 2 weeks, you are asked to really sort out these feelings.

It’s not going to be easy but I want you to know that you are going to have to cleanse out any negative energy that is sort of haunting you from the past. It’s time to let go of these toxicities, really and as you learn to let go, you are being protected so these feelings that are being resurfaced are really here to enable you to start afresh, start anew and just see things from a different perspective.

Maybe things were hidden from you but I see that you are seeing things clearly right now as you re-evaluate these feelings. It’s not going to be easy, in fact, maybe the next 2 weeks is merely the start of you re-evaluating, reflecting on these feelings and that it might take a while for you to fully heal, to fully let go but darling, you have to start somewhere for anything to take place. And this is your cue, your sign to start right now.

Let go of things that don’t serve you, it’s not going to be easy, it’s going to be painful but I’m telling you it’s going to be worth it. You would have that new beginning that you have always been yearning for, and right now, you are asked to start to clean up any negativity that you have within yourself. Allow yourself to shine during this period, allow your higher self to tell you what it is that you need in life, what it is that you want in life and allow yourself to explore these needs and wants.

I’m hearing “respect” and I just feel like you are asked to love yourself, to respect yourself, to care for yourself. The things that you haven’t done for yourself in the past, start doing them now, because right now, the angels want you to know that as painful as this journey can be, as tough it seems, things are only going to get better from here. So darling, don’t give up and hang in there. Whatever painful feelings that are might be resurfacing within the next 2 weeks, it’s not here to hurt you, it’s here to help you to bring you to the new beginning that you have been looking for.

Pile 2: Everyday Witch Tarot + Rose Quartz Heart

Tarot: 10 of Wands, 6 of Swords, 2 of Cups, The Magician, Justice

Oracle: DEEP REPLENISHMENT - Retreat. Rest. Be held. // GET GROUNDED - Empaths. Highly sensitives. Connect with Nature. // TAROT CARDS - GUIDANCE // HOMELAND - FOUNDATION // Carnivorous Flower Fairy (38) - A tempting offer has a high price // SENSITIVITY (15) // GROUND AND CENTER // YEARNING (40) - Longing for someone, undesired separation, pining // FRIENDSHIP - Nurture your relationships // RETURNING HOME (44) - Transition, life between lifetimes, loving welcome // THE MEDITATION (26) - Peace, relief, sanctuary // MOUNTAIN LIGHTS (29) - Light beings, portals, subtle energies // BEAVER // OYSTER

Okay, there are really more cards than I had expected for this pile as well but let’s start with them. So darling, I see the main theme for the coming 2 weeks will be for you to ground and center yourself. Now, there might have been some sort of situation that has led to an undesired separation (this can be in terms of family members, friends, or a romantic interest) but what I’m seeing is that there is a longing for a particular person, a particular situation to come back and it kinds of feel like you are in constant thoughts about this situation.

I feel like even if this isn’t a person in particular, it could just be a situation whereby there are a lot of “what ifs” and “maybes”. And I feel like you are constantly in search for guidance, in search for help but its kind of gets to me that you are looking too much on the external help that you are ignoring your own intuition on the whole situation.

Meaning, it’s like maybe you are looking at tarot for guidance but you aren’t exactly absorbing the information that the cards or the reading has to give to you, in a sense is like if the cards doesn’t tell you what you want to hear, you deem it as something that doesn’t resonate. Okay, here I need to clarify, if you strongly feel like the reading doesn’t resonate, then don’t force it for you. But what I meant here is that you aren’t getting the answers you want which make you constantly search for something that is in favour for you, that is something that you have been looking for, or wanting to hear.

So, I feel like in this coming 2 weeks, you are asked to really ground yourself, get in touch with your inner self and search for the answer within. I feel like you have to balance things out within yourself first before you can get in touch with any situation that you are dealing with as of now. It’s like you aren’t really balanced but you are constantly trying to balance situations outside, trying to juggle things to make it work.

But darling, it won’t work out well if you aren’t balanced yourself, and if you don’t know what the outcome is you are looking for after you try to balance the things on the outside. Does it make sense? It’s like you are constantly looking for an answer but you have no idea what it is that you want to do after you get that answer.

I strongly feel like the angels want you to get in touch with your higher self, or at least with yourself, to know what it is that you truly want. Because only then, can you realise what it is that you are missing and you can then start on this new journey. Balance is the keyword that I’m hearing throughout your reading and I feel like you, yourself, know it but you just can’t seem to constantly search for comfort on the external level.

Maybe you don't’ trust yourself as much or maybe you don’t know how to look for the answers within. But darling, the angels want you to know that you are your best support and you are the only one that can give you the answer that you are truly seeking for. So, within the next 2 weeks, ground yourself and start by doing some simple meditation process.

Now, you don’t necessarily have to find answers on the first try, it’s a scenario of trial and error, really. If it doesn’t work out on the first try, you can always do it again another time. It takes time, darling, it really does. We don’t always have life figured out and life is ever-changing, change is a constant in our everyday lives and this is something that you have to realise. We can’t always be fixated on a particular outcome, if you feel unbalanced at any point in time, do some simple meditation and ground yourself again. Search for the answer and act accordingly to how your life has changed.

Nothing is set in stone in our lives, and it’s a matter of how we deal with certain situations. So darling, whatever answers that you have been looking for, your angels want you to know that it has been something that is within you and that it is time for you to start looking for the answers within you and act upon it. You have what it takes to search for this answer and even though it’s going to take some time, preserve and you will definitely see the change in yourself as well as in your life, for a brand-new start.

Pile 3: Light Seer’s Tarot + Obsidian Heart

Tarot: 10 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, 5 of Swords, Ace of Wands, 8 of Pentacles

Oracle: WATER FLIGHT (14) - Heaviness lifts, burdens are cast away, weightlessness // SOUL LOVE (33) // VESICA PISCIS (26) // LITHA - INTENSIFICATION // WATCHTOWER OF THE NORTH - WINTER // LEARN FROM LIFE // POE (7) - Time for change, to learn something new, to use technology and gadgets with wisdom // HAWK // CAMEL // EAGLE // Good Fortune - Invite magic in // CREATIVE WONDERMENT - Follow your passion // TRANSFORMATION - Things are changing at a cellular level. Deep healing. // PILLAR OF LIGHT - Your vibration is rising. You are the oracle.

Okay, again a lot of cards, but they do resonate with each other so let’s begin! So, right off, I feel like there has been something that you are dealing with. You might have gone through this process of healing, releasing some sort of burdens or you are currently going through this. And I feel like you have been working hard on this, working hard on yourself, you have been trying to allow your vibration to increase again, and darling, the angels want you to know that it is working.

You are going to succeed in whatever you are trying to heal. You are going to bring in new beginnings, a new start and it’s going to be something that you have been praying for. I feel like in the coming 2 weeks, this healing effect is going to intensify, I feel like it’s almost saying that this tough journey is coming to an end and it’s something that you can look forward to because beautiful new beginnings are coming in for you!

You are being supported by your angels, and your angels want you to know that they love you as much as you love yourself. So, I can see that you have been healing yourself, you have been releasing burdens, you have been cutting out things, people that no longer serve you. You start loving yourself and your angels want you to know that they are here to help you, to guide you, to support you, to love you.

Within the coming 2 weeks, I see you soaring in the sky, I see you starting on new projects, on new relationships, on new careers, something new and it’s going to be a solid yet passionate beginning for you. It’s going to be something that you have been yearning for, it’s going to bring in so much change. And I just see so much abundance for you in the coming 2 weeks.

Now, I’m more seeing that this new beginning is probably coming after the 2 weeks, which means that maybe you are using these 2 weeks to kind of tidy any leftover negative energy or just tidy some space up, to bring in good fortune and to bring in abundance. Whatever this new beginning refers to, I see you feeling so much happier, so much joyous and so much yourself because this change is going to be so welcomed and you will feel so lucky for this to come in by the coming Winter

Darling, you are asked to continue to persist. You may feel tired right now, you may feel like this is never going to end, but the angels want you to know that this tough journey is coming to an end and you are going to start on a fresh new beginning. And this is almost as if the angels are telling you this is your reward for putting in so much effort and hard work and as this tough cycle comes to an end, you can simply sit back, relax and enjoy the gifts that the angels have for you.

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Secret Garden (SpicyHoneyMustard, stand alone, lemon)

Summary: Edge and Red are bodyguards for the Queen’s Judge, Rus, and they more than happy to watch over him.

In every way possible.

Notes:

Oh, man, I make no excuses for my writer's brain.

I've always thought that having the Judge be something otherworldly or divine was an interesting concept, so you'll forgive me if I explore that a little within my porn.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Sequel to:

Showtime

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Truth be told, Edge probably should scold Red about cleaning his weapons out in the open, but he had to admit. The cold stare from a fierce skeleton sharpening a gleaming knife did help keep any gawkers at bay.

This section of the prayer gardens was supposed to be restricted for the Judge’s use, but looky-loos still managed to wander in from time to time, trying to steal a worshipful glance at him or beg for a hasty blessing. Perhaps if Edge’s duties didn’t involve keeping Rus safe from those very Monsters, he would have been more understanding.

Judges were awe-inspiring, their souls acting in divine symbiosis with the Angel. Their people set the Judge high upon pedestals as marvelous beings of blessing and light coupled with their darker side of judgment and retribution, and Monsters often looked upon them with reverence.

Once, Edge would even have felt the same, before he met Rus. Within five minutes of meeting their charge, he’d tripped over his lengthy robes and fallen on top of Red, sending them both crashing to the ground with an astonishing amount of impressively creative swearing on both their parts. Reverence was difficult to maintain in those circumstances.

Love, on the other hand…

Edge leaned against a nearby tree, taking in the view that by rights of being a Chosen guard belonged only to him and Red. Rus was sitting cross-legged on a woven mat, his plainer, everyday robes settled around him, sockets closed and hands resting loosely on his knees. His expression was one of serenity, his chin lowered towards his chest as he sat amongst the riotous flora and greenery of the hanging gardens, as lovely as one of the many nearby flowers.

Softly, Edge asked, "What is he doing?"

Red only shrugged and didn’t stop scraping his blade against the whetstone, even though it was probably sharp enough by now to sever an hour into a hundred minutes. "meditatin'. chattin' with his inner sanctum, communing with the judges of the past, becoming one with the ether. whatever the shit he does, who the fuck knows.”

Who the fuck knew, indeed. Rus tried to explain to them many times what it was like to share symbiosis with the Judge, to carry memories from all the Judges of the past along with his own. Frankly, Edge found the implications of it to be horrifying, to never be alone in his own head. It wasn't a role Rus had wanted either, he knew, from soft, pained confessions in the darkest part of night, whispering to them even as Rus trembled in their arms, haunted by nightmares that weren’t his own. But Rus was Chosen, and he tried so very hard to uphold the dignity of his station but—

A low snore carried over to them, Rus’s chin falling to rest against his sternum.

"Yes, he's very dedicated," Edge said dryly. He left Red to his menacing and went over to Rus, crouching next to him. He took a moment to puzzle out where Rus’s limbs were buried in the voluminous robes, until finally Edge was able to scoop him up into his arms. "Come on, love."

“hnnn?” Rus mumbled sleepily. His sockets barely opened, pale eye lights peeking out and the happiness in his lazy smile at seeing Edge warmed his soul. “hi there.”

“Hi yourself.” Edge ducked his head and took a soft kiss, tasting the surge of sharp sweetness that could only mean one thing. He drew back and murmured, “Your magic is building up again.” Acting as a symbiont for the Judge meant Rus always had a high level of magic, far too much for his body to process. The excess of magic needed an outlet and the simplest way was—

Rus’s grin widened, honeyed tongue flicking out to sweep lightly across his teeth. “is that an offer?”

“It’s my honor and my duty to assist with all your needs,” Edge told him loftily, if only to see Rus’s expression.

As expected, Rus made a face, skull twisting in distaste, “less of that would be great. i know it’s your byline, but i don’t really care what it says on the tin.”

The sound of gravel crunching heralded Red’s approach, a distinct sign that he’d wanted to be heard even as he chuckled, “honey love, it’s our job to take care of ya when you’re horny, so how’s about you two come down here let me get to work.”

“you sweet talker,” Rus said dryly. But he gave Edge a soft peck then allowed him to settle them both back down on the mat, tugging up his robes and spreading his legs.

The thin, skinny pants he wore beneath his robes were easy discarded, revealing slim, lovely bones, smooth and pristine, and the soft folds of his already formed pussy, the lips gleaming with eager dampness.

Edge sat behind him, pulling Rus back between his legs and hooking his ankles over Rus’s to keep him spread open as he dropped a hand between his femurs to explore those silky folds. Soft and warm, slicked with slipperiness that let him effortlessly accept two fingers inside even as Rus warbled out a cry, arching up into that touch.

Red sat down in front of them and already there was a simmer of desire in his eye lights as he watched Rus shiver and writhe under Edge’s careful fingering.

“Already so wet,” Edge crooned. His fingers moved easily in that wetness, sliding in up to the knuckles. “Were you having good dreams?”

Rus shook his head stubbornly, though he buried his face against Edge’s neck as he mumbled out, “was meditating, not…oooh!”

He broke off on a gasp as Red seemed to decide he’d had enough of simply watching. He ducked his head, his hot, clever tongue briefly sliding alongside Edge’s twisting fingers. Red pulled off with an obscene slurp to ask, “what was that, pretty? can’t hear ya.”

“don’t stop!” Rus groaned, hissing as Edge scraped his teeth lightly across his cervical vertebrae, offering a tantalizing hint of pain to war against the pleasure of his thrusting fingers.

“oh, we can do this all day, pretty.” Red bent again to lick his way up, eye lights on Rus’s face as he tongued at his clit teasingly before drawing back to lick the syrupy juices from his teeth while his hands went to his belt. The buckle clanked loudly in the peace of the surrounding garden as he roughly opened his pants, pulling out his cock. “sweet as honeysuckle on the vine.”

Rus laughed weakly, a lovely honeyed blush flooding his cheek bones. Edge couldn’t resist kissing it, a brush of his teeth over angular bone and honestly, how dare Rus be so beautiful, adorable shyness tangled up with bold need. He didn’t hesitate to spread his femurs wider, giving Red plenty of room to shuffle between them. “do you even know what honeysuckle looks like?”

“nope, this is the only flower i need.” His cock wasn’t as long as Edge’s, but the girth was impressive, stretching Rus’s lips as Red pushed inside and his extensive collection of clever retorts petered out as he moaned, “fuck, rus, you always feel so good.”

It was a gorgeous sight. Sitting where he was granted Edge a unique, obscene view of Rus’s pelvic inlet, allowing him to watch Red fucking their lover, his cock visible through honey gold magic as he thrust into the slickness of Rus’s formed pussy. Rus writhed between them, wordless cries and pleading getting louder as his spine bowed in an arch, his hips moving frantically.

“oh!” Rus whimpered out, his skull digging into Edge’s shoulder as he threw his head back, quivering and jerking as he found his first peak. It was wildly erotic, watching him writhe while those slender hands grapple desperately at Red as Rus shuddered and squirmed his way to an engulfing orgasm, from his curling toes all the way up to the gasping mouth that frantically sought out Edge’s.

“That’s one,” Edge murmured when Rus broke the kiss, his head falling to instead pant hot and damp against Edge’s collarbone. He soothed a hand down Rus’s ribcage, seeking out places he knew were sensitive to keep him riding that crest of pleasure. The rasp of his glove against bone coupled with the rhythmic slickness of fucking sang through the air.

“we keepin’ count, bro?” Red grunted. His thrusts slowed, moving shallowly, and Edge could imagine the clench of Rus’s walls around him, knew exactly how it felt to have them tighten exquisitely when Rus came.

“Not at all.” Edge nuzzled a kiss against Rus’s skull, tasting the sweet tang of his sweat. “I'm sure you'll do the best you can manage."

“if you two start fighting over me,” Rus panted, “no one gets to play.” It was warning with some teeth; he’d shortcutted away from them before and left them frantically searching for him, panicked over the loss of their charge while he waited for them stowed safely away in their quarters.

“aw, we ain’t fightin’, darlin’.” Red couldn’t reach high enough for a real kiss and settled for pressing one against the inside of Rus’s femur where it was drawn up, teeth clacking softly against the bone. “me and my bro know how to share our toys.”

His indignant reply was cut off by a startled moan as Edge reached down and took his clit between two fingers, stroking the swollen nub in time with Red’s renewed thrusts. His slim hips rocked in hitched little movements, his sacrum pressing dissatisfying against Edge’s still-clothed cock. That was fine, this was for Rus, and Edge was patient. Besides, the desperate, adoring noises that poured from Rus’s throat were a distinct pleasure all their own.

It took three more orgasms before Rus finally sagged back against Edge, weakly clinging as Red came to a shattered climax of his own, hips jerking even as the golden magic in Rus’s pelvis bloomed with crimson, his brother’s come flowering inside him. Red sagged down on them both and Edge took their weight easily, holding them until Red finally sighed, deeply satisfied, and carefully withdrew.

“You are so beautiful,” Edge murmured against the side of Rus’s skull. He was, utterly debauched with his slim legs akimbo, the delicate, swollen folds of his golden pussy tainted with crimson, like petals bruised by a satisfying storm. One that wasn’t over yet, because Rus shifted in his lap, his weakly coaxing hips grinding back against Edge’s aching cock where it pressed firmly to his sacrum.

With the fingertips of one hand, he turned Rus’s unresisting face to his, covering that teasing mouth with his own, swallowing his sighs even as he fumbled at his belt with his other hand. He was more than ready for his turn and he wouldn’t finish until Rus asked, until he begged, that throaty, gorgeous voice of his wrecked and pleading—

“My apologies to interrupt your sacred duties.”

The queen was only at the garden entrance and turned away, but Rus still yelped, scrambling out of Edge’s arms.

The sound of her voice was enough to deflate Edge’s desire instantly, as was his own inner anger that he’d failed to notice her approach. She could have been anyone and it was sheer luck that she was no danger to Rus. Even the divine couldn’t always protect a Judge, that was their purpose, his and Red’s. Their sacred duty, to safeguard him even at the expense of their own lives and if Edge could admit to himself in the privacy of his own soul that it was less the Judge and more Rus that he would willingly die for, the Angel hadn’t taken him to task for it yet.

A glance at Red confirmed he was simmering in his own self-blame, straightening his clothes with more force than was strictly necessary, moving to stand close to Rus, who was still frantically cleaning himself up.

The pants he’d been wearing earlier were sacrificed to mop up between his legs, crimson soaking into the pale cloth that was hastily shoved beneath the meditation matt. Rus grimaced in distaste as he jerked his robes down over his mostly clean legs.

“seriously, tori?” Rus groaned, even as he tried to smooth his robes into some semblance of order.

The wealth of amusement in the Queen’s voice might well have been enough for her to purchase another kingdom. “There’s no need for embarrassment, surely! It isn’t as if I don’t know—”

Rus interrupted, a touchy shrilly, “let’s keep up a polite fiction, yeah?”

“Of course,” the Queen agreed. “Whatever fairy tale you prefer. Perhaps Little Red Riding Hood?”

“no jokes about riding, tori, please!”

The queen only laughed softly. She, at least, never tried to force Rus to conform to expectations any more than necessary. From what Edge knew, they’d been friends even before Rus was Chosen, and whatever pedestal she kept Rus upon was low enough for him to easily step off whenever his duties weren’t called for. Unfortunately, those duties were often needed, and her amusement faded as she said, more seriously, “Again, I am sorry to interrupt, but there is a Judgment required.”

Rus stiffened, but offered no protest. In mere seconds, calm settled over his features, those pale eye lights fading away, leaving his sockets empty and dark, and the disorder of his robes seemed to fall into place, smoothed by unseen hands.

Reverence was no longer what Edge considered when he thought of the Judge. Indeed, his emotions were far more blasphemous, bordering on hatred. Even Rus’s voice was deeper, holding the weight of Judgement and none of Rus’s innate sweetness as he said, coolly, “I’m ready. Edge, you will join me. Red, please wait for me back at our rooms.”

Red’s expression closed off and he nodded curtly, turning on heel and heading back to their quarters. Once there, Edge knew he would ready things for their return. Hot tea, something light to eat, soft blankets piled high on their shared bed and pulled back invitingly. Preparing not for the Judge but for Rus.

Edge followed behind Rus as he strode out, the Queen falling into step beside him as they made their way to the Judgement Hall. His own magic was heightened, searching for any danger, any violent intent towards their Judge whose long strides were carrying him towards the one who required punishment, and that was where his attention would be solely focused until it was over. He was lit from within in a terrible beauty, a golden halo of light forming around his skull and dancing like flames along the slender bones of his fingers.

Monsters stared as they passed, some falling to their knees in muttered prayer, asking for blessings from the Angel that Judgment never need be passed over them.

Edge paid them no mind past checking for any threat, and if Edge’s soul ached to see Rus overtaken, knowing he was lost and lonely within the confining prison of being an avatar to divinity, he said nothing. This was his duty, the vow he’d taken years ago at the feet of the Queen and her Judge, and he would see it done.

And when it was over, Edge would still be there, him and his brother, helping Rus to find himself again, guiding him back home.

-finis-

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writemoment · 4 years

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A Pick Me Up

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

Parts: 1/3

Summary: {Request @incorrect-artist} “I was wondering if you could do (maybe a series) about the reader moving to a new town and almost getting mugged but newt saves her and becomes her bodyguard but falls for her or something like that.”

Pairing: TMR Newt x Reader

Warnings/Rated: Brief violence (mentioned during a mugging scene), lightly feeling insecure and minor fluff.

Word Count: 2,726

( Reader ) P.O.V.

This was finally my chance to take control of my life.

I had lived in the same house, the same place with the same people, for all of my life. There was never a great unknown that I hadn’t already known. Now that I’ve managed to take charge and decided to move to Glade, I’m so stoked to embrace this change.

My flat was already filled with my boxed up belongings, waiting to be unleashed. The apartment walls were blank and white, a perfect canvas to color with my own individuality. It felt like a metaphor for this new chapter of my life; blank and awaiting new memories.

Everything around me was filled with new and drenched with the unknown. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. Before this change, I fell into a cycle of doing the familiar and tempting the edge of getting too close to something different. However, it was always just testing the limits before shying away.

Now I’m diving headfirst into something I am not completely comfortable with. Because there’s something out there in the world that’s calling me to explore further past that line. Something that I feel in my core-being that’s telling me to push forward and make my own way.

The only familiar sight in this area was my friend, Brenda. We had met each other in middle school and had become quite close before her family moved away. Despite this, we kept in touch through all these years. I hadn’t seen her in person for some time but when she told me that she, too, lived in Glade, it made me take that final leap into this brand new world.

Now she’s working beside me, helping me to bring in what’s left of my stuff from my car. She looks exactly how I remembered her. Though it’s been many years, she didn’t grow much taller and continues to have a kind smile on her face. Even with her small stature, she tosses boxes onto her hip with surprising strength.

Once everything is brought in, I begin unloading my things; pulling, pushing and tugging boxes to their designated areas. Opening each flap of cardboard at a time, the flat begins to look more like a home. That very thought tugs wildly at my lips and I give into a broad smile. This is my home.

Brenda and I catch up as we file through the cardboard cubes. Laughter and miscellaneous chatter fills the air. I believe that having a friend here makes the unfamiliar appear less bizarre. It takes away some of the anxiety that comes with the irrational fear of new.

Hours go by and we’re finally dwindling down on what’s left to do. Brenda’s phone buzz’s and she snickers at her illuminated screen. I question her with a raised brow, curiosity peaked. “It’s just Thomas and Newt. They’re friends that I want you to meet sometime.”

My mind swirls around the idea of settling into this town and getting to know new and interesting people. I nod at Brenda with a smile playing at my mouth. My hands resume whatever I had previously been doing but my thoughts get lost with prospects of learning what Glade has to offer.

Truth be told, I was very inexperienced when it came to being a quote-on-quote “adult”. Though I tried very hard to exude a confident persona, I often felt small, unskilled and clumsy on the inside. It’s something I have become accustomed to hiding, covering it up with sarcasm and jokes mixed with laughter. I never wanted to feel like a failure at what I was doing but, at times, it seemed as if those feelings were inevitable.

As evening set into night, I thanked Brenda profusely and bid her a goodnight as she left my place. Being alone brought a wave of nerves as I wondered what my next step was to be. The apartment was still scarce of furniture and lacked a lived-in comfort. I made a mental note to go into the city to shop for items to reverse this feeling.

My hands fumble over light switches, switching them off as I slug my way up the stairs to my room. Once inside with the door closed behind me, I sag into the naked mattress and drag a comforter over my exhausted body. Sighing deeply, I let the night pull me from my restless thoughts.

****

By the third day of living in Glade, I’m so beyond thankful to have Brenda living in the same complex. Brenda has always had a sure kind of personality that I’ve envied since we were younger. She was a leader, she was supportive. When I’m unsure of what I am doing with myself, she’s there with just the right words and suggestions. It’s never in a derogatory way.

That’s why I deflate a little when she says she can’t join me in the city to shop. I quickly brush it off with a smile but going into an unknown city by myself has my nerves jumping. Still, I mentally encourage myself, hyping myself up before I make the thirty minute drive in. I chuckle lightly at my behavior.

Look at me, being all adult-like and stuff.

The ride felt longer than thirty minutes and I felt silly at the pounding of my heart. “Get a grip on yourself...” I scold underneath my breath. There was a few things I wanted to do in the city and I wasn’t going to let my anxiety ruin those plans.

I take a deep breath and try to calm down as I pull into the parking lot of my first destination. I am in control of my own life now. This is what I want and no one but myself can stop me now.

****

My laughter fills the vehicle and I smile excitedly. Brenda called me just as I was pulling into the lot of the home store, the last stop I had planned before calling it a successful day. She had a way of instantly bringing joy bubbling inside of me. I told her about my day, mentioning all the things I had done and found.

“Well, I just wanted to check up on you! Hopefully I’ll be able to join you on your adventure next time.” We exchange our final words before I close my phone, slipping it into my back pocket before clambering out of the car.

This home store was sure to have the type of furniture I was seeking. It was getting dark and I had already spent many of my hours exploring the city. There was so much to look at inside since it catered to my exact needs but I knew I needed to focus.

When I had entered, I asked the worker at the front how late they stayed open. He told me that I had an hour before closing, which gave me enough time to browse the aisles.

Making haste, I cart around and pick out what I want. By the time I’m checking out, I have fifteen minutes to spare. This gives me enough time to wheel my purchases out to my trunk and jog the cart back inside the building. They lock the doors behind me and I internally fist-bump myself for managing my time well.

Now the night has set and the adrenaline of the day starts to wear off. I’m so looking forward to going home. Just as I plop into the seat and go to turn the key, my car refuses to start. Try and try again, it wheezes angrily at me.

Trying to not let panic set in, I whip my phone out and dial Brenda for help. Only- she doesn’t answer. By the third time I dial her and after the dozen of texts I spam, it’s become nearly impossible to not freak out.

I’m sitting in an almost empty parking lot, in the dark of a unfamiliar city with no contact to help me out. My mind races as I attempt to think rationally of how to go about this situation. I try to search for someone to come tow me but none of them are loading. Groaning, I lay my head against the steering wheel.

That’s when I recall a deli around the corner, just a few minutes walk from here. It’s not the ideal solution but my phone is already running low on life and I decide to risk it. Still, I linger a few more moment in the comfort of my car, hoping and praying that Brenda will call me back.

She doesn’t. So, I walk.

Focus. Just focus and you’ll make it there in no time. Stick to yourself and everything will be fine. That’s what I keep telling myself. And it works, mostly. My feet step steadily, one foot following the other in a rhythmic pattern. I focus on the thumping of my soles contrasting between the beats of my erratic heart.

The bouts of darkness pockets in the corner of my vision and down ominous alley’s. Still, I am determined to prevail. Well, until I hear footsteps slapping the pavement behind me. It’s quiet but prominent in my ears.

Clutching the strap of my bag closer against me, I try to increase my pace subtly. My mind is heeding me: don’t run, don’t run, don’t run. I try to remain confident and unperturbed. The neon lights of the deli are within my sights and I can feel the tension in me unwind a bit only to build back up.

There’s a pinch twisting around my shoulder as something yanks on my bag. This can’t seriously be happening to me right now. A part of me is in denial that this is reality. It seems like something straight out of a nightmarish movie. I fight back against the rough tugging, crying out to alert anyone nearby of my struggle. The figure is hooded and hidden in the shadows of the night.

I kick my legs out and punch wildly, not giving in without a fight. I would honestly just let them have my bag if it weren’t hooked across my body. Pain radiates up my arm, spreading from where my knuckles had connected to flesh. I feel my skin tear as it swipes harshly against my target. There’s another set of running footsteps approaching. A scream rips through my throat and my attacker lets go.

So much happens at once and adrenaline still courses through my veins. The next hand that lands on me, I wind my arm back and punch blindly in that direction. I can feel it sting, the raw of my skin exposed from the impact. There’s a muffled grunt before I hear a voice.

“Hey, hey, hey- I’m not going to hurt you!”

My eyes frantically search the darkness for the face I hit. It lands on a guy, lit up by the glow of the neon; a tall, lanky man with a cut on his cheek. A welt decorated his face from me punching the wrong guy.... His eyes leave me to search the shadows for my attacker. He must not see anyone because he ushers me forward and into the deli. He calls loudly for someone to get a hold of the police, his voice leaving no room for questions.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft, though thick with an accent. Finally seeing him properly in the light, I spot where I had hit him. He doesn’t seem overly concerned but I feel a pang of guilt as I stare at the drying blood.

“I’m alright, I think. Are you? I didn’t mean to hit you- I’m really sorry. I was just so caught up in what was happening...” My explanation is awkward as I stumble over it with a lousy apology.

The corner of his mouth tilts up in a ghost of a smile, though he flinches a bit at how it pulls at his injury. “No worries. I was quite impressed with how much power was behind your punch. I’m sure you left the other guy with a good shiner. Well deserved.”

His words are light-hearted but I’m still shaken from the encounter. There’s a tremor in my hands and a dull throb spreading through my bloodied fist. A worker from behind the counter says the police are on their way and I feel myself ease a bit.

He thanks them before turning his attention back to me. “My name’s Newt, by the way. Is there anyone I can call for you?”

The name is unique and it rings a familiar bell in my head. Surely my phone is dead by this point, so I’m quite grateful for his offer. “I’m Y/n. I’d like to get a hold of a friend, if I can.”

****

Brenda didn’t call back until after the police left. She spoke to Newt in hurried, frantic words through the phone. Turns out my suspicion was right; this is the Newt she wanted me to meet sometime. Knowing that Brenda trusted him automatically calmed me down. I wasn’t with a complete stranger.

Newt offered to drive me home since it’d be more convenient than making Brenda come get me. “What about my car?” If I were being honest, the thought of sticking around any longer made me sick to my stomach but I still didn’t want to leave my things in the lot.

“We can come get it tomorrow. If you’re not comfortable with me driving you, we can make other arrangements. You’ve been through a lot tonight.” The thoughtfulness strikes me with shock. I mean, I did punch him in the face... He has every right to be irritated at this whole scenario. Yet, he’s showing me nothing but kindness.

“Thank you, Newt. Can we grab my stuff from my car before heading to my place?” He nods in agreement, his eyes softening.

So after getting my purchases from my trunk and loading them into Newt’s vehicle, we start the thirty minute drive back to the apartment. If I thought the drive in to the city felt long, it was nothing compared to how it feels on the way back.

Thankfully, Newt helped pass the time with small talk. He asked about my feelings on Glade and my decision to move there. We conversed about Brenda and how we’ve both come to know her. It was light and felt comfortable. The complete opposite of how I felt previously.

There’s an unfamiliar scratch in the back of my throat aching to ask him questions, to learn more about him. Yet, I don’t voice any of them due to an overwhelming shyness.

When we arrive back in Glade, he parks in front of my flat. Brenda is awaiting us and comes bustling over to make sure we are alright. I try to reassure her but she’s apologizing profusely at not being available when I needed her.

Newt helps load my things into the threshold of my apartment. Brenda disappears inside while I linger at the front door with Newt. “Thank you for tonight. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you running over to help. Or how sorry I am about that.” My digit points at his swollen, bruising skin.

He waves me off and looks into my eyes. “I’m just glad you’re alright. Though, from the looks of it, you put up a decent fight.” His lips spread into a playful grin and it warms my cheeks. “Here, let me give you my number- in case you need someone in the area to call again.”

We exchange information and he tells me he’ll swing by tomorrow so we can retrieve my car. Once we’re in agreement, I bid him a goodnight with another ‘thank you’ tacked onto the end.

Newt doesn’t start up his car until he’s seen that I’m inside my place with the door closed. Brenda is in the kitchen fixing a warm drink, “I’m so glad Newt could help you. It’s actually pretty lucky that he was there. Amazing, really.”

I watch his vehicle disappear around the corner. There was still particles of fear lingering inside me but something else floated in the pit of my stomach as I watched the night stand still. “Yes. Amazing.”

****

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A/N: I’m so sorry this has taken so long! I’m still working on the rest of the story but wanted to post this anyway. Hope you enjoyed it! Stay safe out there, everyone. - Ellie-Mae xx

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dc41896 · 5 years

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Babymoon-Mini Imagine

Ok so I promise every post this man makes I’m not gonna make a story about so it’s not like this is gonna be a regular thing lol. I’ve just really been in the writing mood and wanted to post some quick things if that’s ok 😊.

“Hi baby! How’s everything in there?,” Lewis asks in a whisper, gently rubbing your small bump. “Me and your mommy can’t wait for you to get here so you can enjoy vacations too! Then while she’s sleeping, you can come train with me-“

“How about no training until 10?,” you answer peaking over the white comforter to see him lying next to your stomach. “Looks like we’re busted PB,” he smiles before lightly kissing all over your stomach and making you giggle.

“So what’s the plan for today tour guide?,” you ask sitting up, followed by Lewis excitedly climbing out of bed to do a full run down of his suggestions.

“Ok so I was thinking we go to this market that I know you’re gonna love and site see a bit and then come back and hang out around the room. I don’t want you getting too exhausted from everything.”

“Sounds good! And babe I haven’t been nauseous in a couple days, I think I’m fine you don’t have to worry,” you answer, hand caressing your protruding abdomen.

Since the moment you both found out you were expecting, Lewis was extra protective of you making sure to follow every order and suggestion the doctor made. Although he knew about the possible side effects you’d go through, you could see him grow a bit fearful every time you got sick.

Then there was the time you couldn’t seem to keep anything down for a whole day, which was completely different from what you had previously experienced. Lewis seemed to spend the whole day calling not only the doctor, but both his and your mom, as well as googling remedies that might help so you and his PB would feel better.

PB being short for Pillsbury Doughboy, since at the most recent ultrasound your baby kept curling up and reminding him of the giggly mascot, thus becoming your baby’s nickname.

“I know I shouldn’t worry, but I just want you both to be ok,” he smiles leaning down to kiss your forehead. “And we are! I feel pretty much back to normal besides my clothes fitting a bit tighter and me needing to pee a bit more,” you softly laugh followed by Lewis laughing along with you.

~~~~~~

After getting ready, you in an oversized shirt slightly tucked into your shorts paired with sneakers, and Lewis in his short sleeved button down, shorts, and converse, you both left your suite to begin sightseeing around Ko Samui.

Having visited there multiple times, he knew exactly which places to take you that you’d love. You explored some of the natural landmarks, and per his insistence being the photographer he is, you guys also took some pictures both separate and together.

As he suggested earlier, you paid a visit to a market he frequented whenever he was in town and tried all kinds of foods from various menus. While there, you also realized how popular Lewis was from him talking with pretty much everyone in the area and even playing with some of the stray dogs.

Momentarily distracting you, you follow a sugary scent to a crepe stand with many ingredients on the sign hanging in front of it. “I take it someone’s craving something sweet?,” he smirks wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You and our child are gonna make me gain 20 pounds in the second trimester alone,” you laugh peering at all the different fruits and toppings on the wooden counter.

“Lewis?! I thought that was you!,” an older woman shouts coming towards the both of you and hugging Lewis and then you. You’d seriously think he was born and raised here from all the people he knew.

“And I’m happy to finally meet your beautiful wife!”

“Aww thank you so much, it’s nice to meet you too! Depending on if I can make it, you might be able to meet another member of the family next year,” you smile resting your hand on your belly.

“Oh my gosh congratulations you two! When are you due? Do you know what you’re having yet?,” she asks motioning you both to sit down at a nearby table with her. “Summer of next year and no not yet, but we should find out next month,” Lewis answers as you finish your fork full of dessert.

“Hopefully you all can make it so I can see what I already know is gonna be a gorgeous baby,” she smiles gently squeezing your hand. “I’m praying it won’t be a handful like someone here.”

“Hey I’m not that bad!,” he retorts, hand on his chest as if shocked by what she just said knowing that she was in fact telling the truth.

Giving you a knowing look, you take a bite out of your food before turning your head as if you didn’t hear anything, causing the old woman to laugh followed by you and Lewis.

~~~~~~

Sitting on the edge of the pool, you gently kick your legs back and forth watching the water ripple around them. Looking out to the ocean surrounding your suite, you watch the birds fly in the sky occasionally swooping down to try to get a fish, and the boats bobbing up and down trying to do the same.

Feeling the warm sun on your skin and hearing the soft rustle of the breeze hitting the palm trees nearby, you could almost lay back and go to sleep in that very spot. It was the first time in a while that you truly felt relaxed and could definitely say you were thankful to Lewis for bringing you so you could experience the island he loved so much.

“How you feeling?,” he asked sitting beside you with a bowl of a fruit in hand. “Relaxed and full,” you smile laying your head on his shoulder.

“I guess you don’t want any fruit then-,”

“I mean there’s always room for fruit though,” you interrupt, stopping him as he tried to stand up to take the bowl back in the kitchen and causing him to laugh.

“And how do you like the island?,” he asks wrapping a hand around your waist to rest on your stomach. “I love it, it’s so beautiful and peaceful! Honestly, I wish we could live here and not have to go back to LA, but I know that’s not gonna work well with our jobs and PB.”

“Yea that’s true, but hey maybe one day we could move here,” he answers kissing your temple. “And speaking of PB, what do you think boy or girl?”

“Hmm, I’m thinking a boy. What do you think?,”

“I say a girl, and if she’s anything like her mother, I’m gonna have an early heart attack from stress.”

“Oh no don’t pin that on me!,” you laugh looking up at him. “If that happens, she gets it from you because we both know who the wild one is between the two of us.”

“Woww you hear that PB? Your mom is so mean to me,” he responds, pretending to be hurt and making you jokingly roll your eyes. “Why don’t we make this more interesting with a wager? If it’s a girl I’ll get you whatever you want, WITHIN REASON, for a month, no questions asked.”

“Ok,” he nods, slowly dipping himself in the water and moving in front of you. “And if it’s a boy?”

“You get me whatever food I want at any time, no questions asked and no back talk.”

“Alright you have a deal,” he smiles shaking your hand, solidifying the bet.

“Um excuse me sir, what are you doing?,” you ask as he wraps your legs around him gently bringing you in the water with him. “You better not try anything funny Tan!”

Laughing as you bring your arms around his neck, he places a kiss on your lips while slowly walking through the water as if doing a kind of dance while holding you in front of him. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you smile lightly playing with his hair before kissing him again.

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whitebear-ofthe-watertribe · 4 years

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That Which Holds Us - Chapter 11

Pairing(s): Adrien / Marinette, Nino / Alya

Summary: It has been several months since Ladybug and Chat Noir discovered their true identities. Now that they are not trapped by secrets, they can finally be their full selves around each other and have never been closer. Marinette is going into her final year at university, Adrien is exploring new classes and passions, and their friends Alya and Nino seem to be moving towards a happy future together. It all feels like things could not be better.

But of course, nothing in life is quite so perfect.

When Adrien starts having vivid nightmares and visions about his mother, old questions begin to resurface. Will he be able to find the answers, or will these ghosts from the past tear apart the heroes of Paris for good?

Reminder, you can also read / follow this fic at AO3 here, and FF.net here.

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Chapter Word Count: 8,101

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A brand new dawn was peaking above the rocky mountains surrounding the city of Lhasa. Waves of gold gradually brushed through the valley, glinting off the many windows and giving the buildings a shimmering quality. As the sun slowly rose, it was not long before the light found its way to the far outskirts of the populace and into the windows of the Hostel Padme.

Adrien’s eyes opened slowly, blearily taking in the small room. Tiny dust particles sparkled through the air above him, swirling lazily as the sun slipped through the gaps between the curtains and inched imperceptibly across the intricate woven tapestries along the walls.

It took him a moment to fully understand where he was, his mind feeling sluggish from exhaustion. With a weary sigh, he brought his arm up and laid it across his face, blocking out the light that felt a bit too harsh for his sore eyes.

The little sleep he had gotten had been restless, his mother’s voice drifting in and out of his subconscious, never truly letting him sleep as she begged him to save her. Although he had to admit, it had been the first night in ages that his nightmares had not griped his heart in terror. Or at the very least, he had not awoken screaming. He supposed he must attribute this small breakthrough to Marinette.

‘Marinette…’

Moving his arm to uncover his face again, he turned to look upon her sleeping form. She had her head resting on his shoulder, her usually silky hair a tangled mess as it fanned across their shared pillow. One of her arms was wrapped gently around him, the other tucked tightly beneath her. The bed was so tiny that she had become wedged snuggly between himself and the wall, their legs tangled beneath the warm blankets. Soft, thin rays of sunlight fell upon her pale skin.

Like waves cresting over a sandy shore, the previous night came rolling into the forefront of his thoughts. A warm glow swelled in his chest. He could not even begin to put into words how utterly grateful he was for her. His fears were still present, but with her nearby, their usually piercing stabs were dulled somewhat. He had been so wrapped up in trying to keep his burdens off her shoulders in the recent weeks that he had truly forgotten the comforting, peaceful effect she had over him.

Her arm moved against him, brushing across his chest as she tucked it closer to herself, her hand curling delicately under her chin.

Adrien caught the silver flash of his ring on her thumb, and his brow creased.

As they had traveled halfway across the world in the last day, they had spent more uninterrupted time together than they had since school had started. The difference it made on his mind was astounding. Being in her presence, he felt that he was able to think objectively for the first time in weeks, fears caused by residual dark magic be damned. Could he actually take his Miraculous back?

Should he?

Nearly every fiber of his being screamed a resounding yes. After all, Marinette and the Kwamis had made convincing arguments in favor of his re-donning the mantle of Chat Noir. It was as much sealed into his identity as any other part of himself. Had it not been he that Master Fu chose all those years ago? He who had dedicated so much of his life to using that power for good? Had he not saved countless lives with the help of Plagg and that Miraculous?

And had Plagg himself not resolutely supported him, spending those long years by his side?

But of course, there was still that part of him—gently silenced in Marinette’s calming presence, but still there all the same—that could not stop replaying what he had done to that little boy.

Marinette had successfully convinced him that he was not a danger to those around him. Or rather, she had shown him that as Adrien he would not hurt anyone. But what about Chat Noir? Was there not still a chance that Chat Noir could bring harm to innocent people because of his hallucinations?

Adrien spent a while deliberating, taking advantage of his finally clear head to look at the matter from every angle, and after a while his thoughts turned to the journey they still had ahead of them. None of them knew what answers—if any—lay at the end of it. He still could not bring himself to fully consider the idea of his father working with their sworn enemy. Sure, he was cold and distant; they had grown further and further apart ever since his mother disappeared. But… a villain?

‘No,’ he thought vehemently, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. There had to be some other explanation, some other reason as to why the Peafowl Miraculous was in his father’s safe.

He opened his eyes again, sighing.

It was decided, then. He would resolutely not decide anything around taking his Miraculous back until they had had the opportunity to speak with this mysterious Kunchen. If anyone had the answers, it had to be her.

For another few minutes, Adrien gazed at Marinette thoughtfully, watching her shoulders slowly rise and fall with each breath. Her dark lashes fanned across her soft, pink cheeks, and he reached a hand out to gently run his thumb over her velvet lips.

Cupping his hand gently around the back of her neck, he leaned forward and carefully placed his lips against hers.

Marinette let out a gentle hum, and her ocean eyes opened to meet his as he pulled away. She offered him a small smile, which he returned after a moment.

“How did you sleep?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged.

“Same as usual.”

“So… hardly at all?”

“I think I got a few hours in, then dozed on and off for a while,” he sighed, combing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “It’s fine, I’m used to it.”

“You can’t keep going on like this,” Marinette frowned, but there was a helplessness behind her expression.

“I know…” he murmured, unable to think of anything else to say.

Marinette blinked slowly up at him as he continued to run his fingers through her hair.

In that moment, Adrien honestly wanted nothing more than to stay curled up with her, forgetting the world and leaving its troubles outside. But they did not have that luxury.

With a grimace of resignation, he finally pulled away from her and sat up. Climbing out of the small bed, he shivered. The air beyond the warmth of the covers was chilly, and involuntary goosebumps rose across his exposed skin. He dressed quickly, donning his clothes from the previous day, before opening the door and crossing the hall to retrieve Marinette’s pack.

The Kwamis were sitting on top of Marinette’s unused bed. They had clearly gone searching through the backpack’s pockets for food, because both were munching on a small breakfast of cheese cubes and mini cookies.

When Adrien stepped into the room, they looked soberly up at him. Tikki offered a soft “Good morning, Adrien,” but Plagg’s eyes were drawn to Adrien’s hand, where there was an obvious lack of ring. His ears drooped a little.

“Good morning,” Adrien said, guilt flooding through him. “We should be going soon.”

They floated after him, still nibbling on their food, as he carried the pack across the hall and into the other room.

Marinette was sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She had cocooned the blankets into a pile around herself.

“It’s so cold here,” she grumbled. “I feel like my nose is about to fall off.”

“Did you pack warmly?” Adrien asked, putting her stuff beside his own.

“She did, we made sure of it!” Tikki said with a smile, alighting on top of one of the bed posts and downing the remainder of her cookie.

Leaning forward, Adrien gave Marinette’s nose a kiss. It did feel rather icy against his lips.

“Oohh do that again, you’re warm.”

She leaned forward eagerly.

He let out a soft laugh. “You’ll get more kisses when you get dressed. C’mon, I’m sure Rabten will be waiting for us.”

Marinette bobbed her head in agreement before moving off the bed to retrieve her clothes. She pulled the blankets with her, keeping them tented over her shoulders in a futile attempt to maintain some of the warmth as she got dressed.

Adrien couldn’t help but smile at her. It felt strange to smile now when, just yesterday, he had felt like his world was imploding into darkness around him. But Marinette always had a positive effect on him, and he wasn’t about to reject any amount of newly-regained joy.

As he wrapped his old blue scarf around his neck, Marinette finally turned to look at him, removing the blankets to reveal that she too had dressed in her previous day’s clothes. Of course, she had also added a couple new layers of socks.

“Did you two sleep alright?” she asked the Kwamis as she sat back down on the bed again to lace up her boots.

“Mhmm,” Tikki nodded. “Well enough.”

“It’s a little too cold here for my liking,” Plagg said, wrapping his tail tightly around himself to prove his point.

“Maybe being out in the sun today will help warm things up,” Adrien offered.

Plagg shrugged. “Doubtful. I’ll be lucky to have my ears at the end of this trip if they haven’t frozen off.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Marinette said, standing again to tuck her hair into a messy bun and pulling a warm knit beanie over it.

Tikki flew over and nuzzled into the hat to sit on top of Marinette’s head.

Adrien turned away to make sure that his bag was properly closed up, trying to ignore the hurt that filled his chest. He knew that Plagg was going to join Tikki and stay close to Marinette. After all, it was the most practical thing to do while she held the ring. And it wasn’t like he expected Plagg to forgive him anytime soon. Somehow, he was just going to have to get used to—

Something small thumped into his shoulder, making Adrien jump. Looking down, he was shocked to see Plagg burrowing himself into the folds of his scarf.

“You could’ve chosen something softer,” he complained. “This one’s all old and itchy!”

Adrien stared at him, floored.

Plagg looked back at him before offering a small smile.

Adrien—trying to get control of the overwhelming waves of affection now flooding through him—smiled back.

“Well, you were the one who was complaining about how cold your ears were just now,” he said as Plagg disappeared into the folds of fabric. “And this is the warmest I had.”

“Sounds like that’s a perfect excuse to get someone to make you a new scarf,” Plagg’s muffled voice came from the left side of his neck.

Looking up, he caught Marinette’s eye as she grinned understandingly from the door.

Gathering their bags, they left the room. The winding narrow halls were noisier than the previous night, as fellow travelers were beginning to wake up.

Rabten was lounging behind the counter with his feet stretched out on a chair, chatting animatedly with a young woman. They looked around when they heard Adrien and Marinette approaching.

“Good morning, heroes!” he said cheerily. “I am surprised you are up this early. I was expecting you to be another hour or two, at least.”

Adrien shrugged. “As nice as that would have been, I think it’s best that we keep moving towards what we came here for.”

Rabten nodded.

“Is there any chance we can pick up some food on our way?” Marinette inquired. “It’s been a while since either of us ate, and I doubt we could get very far today on an empty stomach.”

Grinning, Rabten lifted a sack that had been sitting at his feet.

“I have everything you might need here,” he said. “You can have your breakfast on our drive, and there will be plenty for lunch and snacks on the way. I’m sure I’ll be able to bully Kunchen into making some of her famous momo for you tonight.”

“So we’ll be at her place within the day?” Marinette raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Adrien imagined she hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect on this journey; everything had happened so fast.

“Certainly!” Rabten nodded. “Though there will be quite a bit of on-foot travel involved. Kunchen likes to stay fairly remote, so we can only drive so far before vehicles can’t traverse the paths.” He paused thoughtfully, then smiled again. “But I’m sure the two of you are strong enough to handle it!”

Adrien exchanged a shrug with Marinette. After having spent most of their free time parkouring through their city and fighting monsters since the age of fourteen, they were likely in the best shape of anyone they knew.

Rabten gestured for them to go and wait for him outside.

“I’ll be along in a moment! I just want to be sure everything is squared away here.”

The two of them made their way through the hostel’s front door and saw the city of Lhasa in the shining light of dawn for the first time.

Adrien stopped short on the front step, his breath catching in his chest.

The sky had never felt so incredibly, inconceivably vast. Towering clouds divided the deep blue expanse, scattering the shafts of bright light that spilled between distant patches of rain showers. The horizon stretched out before them, rolling in great earthen waves before the jagged teeth of mountains broke through the smooth hills, their rough peaks disappearing into the heavens.

Lhasa glimmered in the golden light, with countless houses and buildings stacking up atop each other throughout the valley. Distant sounds of people and traffic echoed as the city awoke.

“Beautiful, is it not?” Rabten’s voice came from behind them.

Adrien turned around to see him grinning from the doorway, a second pack of his own slung across one shoulder.

“I was blessed to visit many different places in my years,” he continued. “But nowhere calls to me as much as my hometown.”

Adrien looked at Marinette and saw her smiling up at him from beside the truck. His throat constricted for the briefest of moments before he cleared it and nodded.

“I think I know just what you mean,” he said to Rabten, before ducking his head. He strode forward to place his bag in the truck’s bed. Wordlessly, he took Marinette’s from her shoulders and secured it as well.

The grin she gave him in thanks made his heart beat a little faster.

Rabten drove them back through the city, which looked entirely different in the light of day. While they munched on dried mutton and wheat cakes with yak butter, he continued his informal tour from the night before.

There was a whole new life to the city that had not been apparent in the cover of darkness. Now, people were emerging from all over the place to start their day. For as many cars as there were, they saw easily twice as many people on bikes. Breathtaking architecture lay around every corner, so very different from anything Adrien was used to seeing. While Paris had its own history, there was an ancient and monumental quality within these surroundings which he could not put into words.

It took some time for them to reach the other side of the city. As the buildings fell behind them, they found their surroundings opening to vast countryside, broken up by the rolling hills that grew in every direction.

“We will drive as far as we can,” said Rabten, twiddling the steering wheel to pass around a slower car headed in the same direction. “But we’ll still have several miles of hiking to do once we reach the more mountainous terrain. Have either of you done much?”

Adrien shrugged.

“I’ve done a bit. I was in America for a while a few months ago and we summited a few fourteeners for an ad campaign. But no, we’re not usually in places to go hiking.”

“I’m sure you both will do just fine,” Rabten said confidently.

Adrien caught an uncomfortable look on Marinette’s face, and was forcibly reminded of how much she’d tried to work through her dislike of roughing it when they had gone backpacking with Alya and Nino.

He reached over to take her hand, and she shot him a timid smile.

“Yeah,” she murmured, looking back out the window to the road and mountains before them. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

*******

Carapace took one last running leap between buildings before coming to a stop to survey the city sprawled out before him. It had been a long time since he’d been able to see this view while enjoying the incredible feeling that came from wielding his Miraculous.

Rena Rouge halted beside him, perching gracefully on the narrow ledge of a high chimney.

He glanced at her, his grin broadening as he caught her expression. Her eyes were bright, and the smile that played on her face was exuberant. He knew that she had missed this even more than he had.

“You know,” she said, coming over beside him and taking a seat with her legs hanging over the building’s edge, “I know we’re all worried about our friends and whatever dangerous things they’re probably going through, but I’m finding it really hard to not be pumped about being out here again like this.”

Carapace shifted closer to her, taking a seat as well.

“You’ve been wanting this for a really long time, you’re allowed to feel happy that it finally happened again.”

Rena Rouge shot a smile up at him before letting it fall a little. Turning back to gaze out across the rooftops, she leaned forward and propped an elbow on her knee, her chin resting atop her fist.

“I still can’t believe they never told us the truth,” she said quietly.

He could hear the hurt in her voice that she tried to mask.

“You know they had good reasons for what they did or didn’t do.”

“I know, but it’s us!” she exclaimed, her tone slipping into a whine. “We’re their best friends, how could they not have told us?”

“Well,” Carapace said cautiously, “you are the single most invested reporter when it comes to everything to do with Ladybug and Chat Noir… you spent years working to dig up all the information you could on them and their Miraculous, and certainly spent no small amount of time trying to figure out who they were.”

Rena Rouge straightened up to glower at him.

“Excuse me?” she growled, her hands balling into fists. “Are you saying that they didn’t tell us because they couldn’t trust me?”

“No,” he responded firmly. “I’m not saying you’re untrustworthy. I am saying that they have been in a complicated situation for years now, and that their decisions were based out of a desire to keep us all as safe as possible. I’m saying that when you look at the timeline, they got the weight of the world placed on their shoulders when we were all way too young. And be realistic, if your best friend told you that she was Ladybug, wouldn’t it have been crushing to have to keep that from your hundreds of thousands of readers?”

Rena Rouge stared at him as he spoke, her mouth gaping like a fish out of water before she finally spluttered, “I would never have breathed a word! I can’t believe that you’re saying this, you think I would have put the curiosity of thousands of strangers over the safety and privacy of two of the most important people in the world to me?!”

“Put yourself in their shoes!” Carapace replied, exasperated. “You know every choice, every secret at that age, feels a thousand times bigger than it actually is. Now imagine you are put in the same position, as a child, where reveling your deepest secret could put you, your partner, your family, everyone you loved, in jeopardy. Would you have told us who you were?”

“YES!” Rena cried, jumping to her feet, the anger rolling off her in waves.

“Would you?!” Carapace demanded, rising as well.

Rena Rouge opened her mouth to retort, but said nothing, her breath coming out in angry huffs. Her eyes shone bright with unshed tears. Finally, she crossed her arms and growled, “I… I would have told you… eventually.”

Carapace’s expression softened.

“You and I are two of the very few people who could possibly have even the slightest idea of what they’ve been through. But I think we both know that we really can’t even begin to comprehend the isolating sacrifices that both Marinette and Adrien have had to deal with all these years. And if they decided that the best thing to do for themselves and the rest of us was to keep us in the dark, then we need to respect that. Plus, getting angry about it now doesn’t mean that all those years didn’t happen.”

Jaw set defiantly, Rena Rouge looked up at him.

“It still hurts, though,” she said after a long moment.

“I know,” he said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug, despite her continued rigid stance. “And you’re allowed to be upset, but you’ll need to find a way to be ok with it somehow.”

Slowly, Rena Rouge loosened her shoulders and leaned her head into his chest.

A slow, condescending clap echoed from one of the rooftop’s alcoves several yards away.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this touching,” came a mocking voice.

Pulling away from Rena Rouge, Carapace whipped out his shield and brandished it in the direction he thought the voice had come from, his stance widening defensively to cover his partner.

Behind him, Rena stiffened into a half crouch, her flute held at the ready and her teeth bared.

“So, the city’s beloved super-brats decided they need a helping hand, huh? And here I was, all excited over nothing when I saw two masked vigilantes hopping around town.”

Carapace turned, trying to pinpoint the voice’s location. It echoed strangely around them, seeming to come from one place, then another and another until he felt like it was closing in from all directions.

“So sorry to hear you think we’re not up to your superhero standards,” he said, forcing his own voice to remain steady.

“Oh please, Donatello, you weren’t cool in the 90’s and you’re not cool now.”

The voice let out a laugh that raised the hairs on the back of Carapace’s neck.

He’d heard that laugh before.

“And who are you, exactly?” Rena Rouge called, her tone laced with venom as she turned to press her back against her partner’s, also trying to pinpoint their invisible adversary. “Some nameless villain who’s too scared to show his face?”

“You’re not as sly as you think, little foxy. No one needs the nonsense of a B-grade hero and her knock-off ninja turtle.”

“If we’re such throwaway competition,” said Carapace, slowly rotating both himself and Rena Rouge in a circle to get a full view of the area, “why not come and deal with us yourself? Get us out of the way so you don’t have to worry about us messing things up for you with our incompetence.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

The voice finally centered on a spot just to Carapace’s right. Without even taking the time to think, he spun. The shield on his arm activated just in time to block the glowing metallic strings from latching themselves to his partner.

“Oh-ho! Little turtle knows how to play!” the Puppet Master cackled gleefully, retracting his marionette strings to pool at his feet.

Carapace had been expecting it, but seeing the Akuma that had nearly killed one of his best friends still made his blood run cold.

“You!” Rena Rouge gasped, the horror in her voice mirroring Carapace’s own.

“ME!” Puppet Master’s gleeful cackle echoed around the rooftop, as though twenty of him were laughing at once. His face was shiny and distorted, like a sadistic doll come to life. Grotesquely dilated pupils glittered maliciously out of his eyes, which were rounded like coins, and his smile was stretched stiff, with lines running down his chin to mimic a ventriloquist dummy.

The Akuma’s outfit was much the same as it had had been the first night he’d appeared at Marinette’s Gala, but with a few alterations; instead of the violet paisley shirt and brown slacks with suspenders, he now wore blacks and smokey greys. A cape—embroidered with intricate patterns that glowed like embers—was slung off one shoulder, and the bowtie at his neck smoldered to match. The marionette strings, which hung from the control paddles in each of his hands, now burned red hot instead of electric blue.

“You’ll pay for what you did, you monster!” Rena Rouge shrieked, and Carapace moved to make sure she was still fully covered by his shield.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re on about,” the Puppet Master said, raising his eyebrows innocently. “I’m sure I’ve never done anything to warrant such hostility. Aren’t Akumas the victims these days?”

“Have you forgotten that girl you put in the hospital?!” Rena Rouge demanded. “The girl who you almost murdered? She nearly died because of you, Mathis!”

“Ah yes, Marinette,” the Puppet Master rolled his unsettling eyes, all trace of his virtuous act disappearing in an instant. “I’m still upset about that. I can’t believe she recovered after all the effort I put into that attack. Although I must say, I was really looking forward to finding an opportunity to throw her under the bus this semester.”

Carapace glared through the shimmering green barrier between them.

“You were planning to go after her again?! Man, what’s wrong with you? Why do you get so much pleasure from going after Marinette like that?”

“She’s talented,” the Akuma shrugged, casually starting to stroll to the right, circling them in a wide arc. “She caught the eyes of too many important people. And while I admit that in the beginning it was just fun to knock her off her little pedestal from time to time, she crossed a line when she stole that win from me at last year’s Gala.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rena Rouge scoffed. “Marinette put that collection together in two weeks! If your collection lost then that’s on you, not her. Jeez, I knew you were a prick but who knew you’d be such a sore looser that you’d try to take vengeance on her after all this time.”

“Mm, victim blaming,” the Puppet Master sighed melodramatically, observing his nailbeds without much interest as he continued to slowly circle them. “Not a good look for superhero. Remember, I’m the one who was hurt so bad that night that my emotions got taken advantage of! Isn’t that just so sad?”

He flashed them a tragic look, his lower lip pouting sardonically.

“Well if you’re still so torn up about it, why don’t we talk it out?” Carapace suggested without much conviction. “Clearly if you were Akumatized all over again you need to vent your feelings, right? How about instead of going on a vengeful tirade, you ditch the Akuma and we have a nice little heart to heart, huh?”

“Oh! You think this is all pent-up emotion?” the Puppet Master laughed, throwing his head back. “No, no, this time was all me! I really got a good taste of power when Hawkmoth reached out to me last time, so imagine how pleased I was to see another little black butterfly come to pay me a second visit!”

“You… wanted to be Akumatized?” Carapace asked, trying to wrap his mind around that.

“Yup, ‘fraid so! Now, enough chit chat about the then, let’s talk about the now! As in where is Marinette? I’d have thought Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes would have shown up with her mangy stray by now. Superheroes are always gnawing at the bit to come take out the bad guys, right?”

It took a moment for the Puppet Master’s words to fully sink in. Carapace frowned as they played through his mind again.

“Wait!” he called, unease twisting his stomach. “Are we still talking about Marinette? Because it sounds like you’ve switched to Ladybug.”

“HA! She’d love to have everyone believe they’re two different people, wouldn’t she?” The Puppet Master began skipping around them, and Carapace side-stepped with him, never letting down his guard nor allowing the monster a clear shot. “She’s obviously done well to hide it for so long, I’ll give her that. But nobody’s perfect, especially not her, and everyone is bound to slip up when they’re… upset.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Rena Rouge snapped, tightening the grip on her flute, which she was brandishing like a baseball bat.

“Oh c’mon, you’re not telling me she’s too busy, or something? I’m not a big fan of being made to wait, you know! Where is everyone’s favorite little designer, hm? I think it’s time she and I had a little tête-à-tête,” the Puppet Master’s voice lost some of its mocking sing-song and turned into a menacing growl as he stopped skipping. “Where’s Paris’ Lady Dumb-Luck? The Coccinelle of Cockiness? The oh-so loved Vigilante of Lame? Where is Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her… well I don’t really care who the hell that cat is, but I’ll still enjoy kicking his ass in Round Two.”

Carapace felt the knot of horror growing in the pit of his stomach as he came to terms with what the Akuma was going on about.

‘He knows Marinette is Ladybug,’ his mind screamed.

And if the Akuma knew, then Hawkmoth most certainly knew as well, and that meant no one in Marinette’s life would ever be safe again.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but Ladybug won’t be joining us this evening,” Rena Rouge spat. “She and Chat Noir have better things to do than mop the floor with your disgusting doll face.”

In spite of her menacing tone, Carapace heard the note of fear in her words. He knew she’d come to the same realizations he had.

“Guess you’re just going to have to settle for being beaten by us ‘B-grade superheroes,’ huh?” he said, retightening his grip on the shield.

Behind him, he felt Rena Rouge shift her stance, ready to charge.

“You’re right, that is disappointing,” the Puppet Master sighed, looking down at his hands. He twiddled the control paddles thoughtfully between his fingers. “But I suppose this will at least make things more… interesting.”

The lethal looking marionette strings glowed from burning red to white hot as he looked back up at them, his smile growing even wider.

“Alrighty, little heroes! Let’s play.”

*******

The gravel crunched loudly underneath Adrien’s boots as he labored to placed one foot in front of the other. A biting wind whistled through the valley, whipping his hair into his eyes and causing his ears to ache. His breathing was shallow, each intake bringing a sharp pang from the stitch in his side.

They had been traveling on foot for the entire afternoon, having left the truck a bit before midday. They’d experienced first-hand what true off-roading really was when Rabten had picked his way over terrain that Adrien was still convinced no vehicle was meant to traverse. Eventually, the jagged rocks and steep grade had become too much for even his trusty little truck to handle, and they had been forced to leave it in a clearing several miles back.

Now, the sun’s unusually bright light had begun to shift the shadows of the rocks and small brush trees that they wove between, picking their way over the fourth mountainous ridge of the day. The path they walked was hardly discernable. Adrien was certain that if it were up to him and Marinette to find their own way, they would have gotten lost a long time ago.

Rabten was several yards ahead of him, traversing his way along the narrow rocky path to the summit of a low peak.

“Not much farther!” he called, glancing over his shoulder with a toothy grin, as if amused that the two youngest and fittest people of their trio couldn’t keep up with him.

The hiking was unlike anything Adrien had ever done before. He had thought climbing the fourteeners in Colorado had been an impressive feat, but that was nothing to the altitude they were experiencing now. Each lungful was a struggle, and never truly satisfying. His movements were slow, and he had to forcibly remind himself of his hope for answers at the end of this path in order to keep going. He had realized an hour or two earlier that were it not for the heightened strength and stamina granted by holding a Miraculous for so long, he very well might not have been able to make this journey without spending weeks acclimating beforehand.

At a bend in the path, he paused to look back down the steep slope to where Marinette was bringing up the rear.

Her eyes were glazed, and her cheeks were deeply flushed as she trudged forward. She had pulled her hat low over her ears and wrapped a spare shirt around her neck as a makeshift scarf, covering her nose against the harsh winds. Even above the air’s hollow moans, he could hear her wheezing with each step.

Adrien knew that she was well out of her element. If camping that summer hadn’t been enough of an example, he had been convinced that the grueling trek through these mountains would certainly have proven that point by now. But as exhausted as he knew she was, Marinette had not uttered a single word of complaint. Even as she slowly came level with the rock he had paused on, she focused her gaze on him and raised her hands in a weak double-thumbs up before bringing them to her knees as she doubled over with a wet sounding cough.

“You okay?” he asked, frowning and putting a hand on her back.

She nodded, straightening up and uncovering her mouth to drag in a lungful of air.

“Doin’ great,” she said hollowly, gasping in deep breaths. “Just enjoying the view.”

“We can rest again if you need—”

“No,” Marinette cut him off. “We’re not stopping on my account. I just—just needed to catch my breath for a sec.”

“Mar…” Adrien began again, his frown deepening. “I don’t want you pushing yourself to breaking—”

“I’m fine,” she insisted, one side of her mouth quirking into a wan smile. “I’m more worried about you than about me. How are you holding up?”

Adrien shrugged, too drained to refute her subject change.

“I’m surviving.”

“We’ll hopefully you can keep surviving just a bit longer,” came Rabten’s voice from above them. They looked up to see the old man’s cheerful face peeking out from over the top of the ridge. He gave them an encouraging wave. “C’mon, now! I wasn’t lying when I said we don’t have much farther to go—our destination is near!”

Adrien and Marinette exchanged a silent look before nodding briefly and turning back to the path.

Marinette took the lead this time, reaching out to give his hand a quick squeeze of encouragement as she passed.

Adrien smiled, grateful that her bullheadedness had brought her on this journey with him.

Slowly, they crested the summit to stand beside Rabten, who stood with his hands on his hips and a crooked smile on his face as he surveyed the view before them.

Marinette clumsily sat upon a large rock, fishing a water out of her pack as Tikki peaked out of the cozy perch under her hat.

Adrien crouched beside her, using one of her knees as support. His heart was pounding in his ears, and a low headache was pulsing through his temples.

“You both must drink more water,” Rabten said, watching him. “It does not matter how strong you are, altitude is something no one can conquer by sheer will. Water will help, though. And we do not have far to go, look!”

He pointed to the far end of the valley that lay below. A flat plateau was nestled between the foothills of two steep peaks.

Adrien followed his gesture and squinted, trying to get his eyes to focus. There seemed to be a strange smudge on the land before them. Even with his heightened vision, he couldn’t quite make out what he was looking at. It seemed to be a kaleidoscopic swirl of colors, as if a giant had dropped an entire paint palette on the floor of the world.

He squeezed his eyes shut, convinced that this must be some kind of weird hallucination brought on by lack of oxygen.

“How much farther?” Marinette asked, taking hold of Adrien’s hand and gently pressing her water bottle into it.

He opened one eye and shot her a grateful nod before tilting his head back to take a long gulp.

“We should be there within the hour,” Rabten said. “I’m estimating that our pace will bring us to Kunchen’s doorstep just before nightfall.”

“Well,” Marinette sighed, her breathing still labored, “no use sitting around here, then.” She stood, and locked her hands around Adrien’s wrists, pulling him to his feet as well. “C’mon. Last one to the Sifu’s house is… well, still someone who hiked a whole lot with impossibly low oxygen, so that’s something I guess.”

Adrien snorted, shooting her a look.

Marinette smirked before pulling her shirt-scarf back up over her nose and following Rabten down the hillside, the dirt and gravel sliding beneath her boots.

They moved on, Adrien’s footfalls creating a slow rhythmic pulse in his own head. It was as if so much of his energy was being generated towards taking one step after another that even the rhythm of his thoughts were aligning themselves with the motion.

As they grew closer to the smudge Rabten had pointed out to them, Adrien thought something must be wrong with his eyes—his vision must surely be going funny, for the plateau was still practically glowing with vivid color. He blinked hard, trying to figure out just what he was looking at, when suddenly it clicked.

Flowers.

Thousands upon thousands of flowers covered every square foot of the valley before them. Flowers in rainbow hues of every color imaginable, with large bursts of bright green foliage springing up every so often.

The wind still clawed at them as they traversed the last few hillocks, but as they came to the outer edge where the tiniest of flora grew, the air stilled to a whispering breeze. A tingle washed over Adrien’s skin as humid air enveloped them; it was like they had crossed through some invisible barrier that kept the cold at bay.

Beside him, Marinette removed the cloths covering her ears and mouth. They both breathed in great lungfuls of air, feeling as if they were back near sea-level again.

Plagg and Tikki emerged from their shelters to float up into the air, taking everything in.

Rabten led them a short way around the edge of the flower field before coming upon a small but well-kept path made up of small white stones, each looking smooth enough to have come from the sea. Most of the plants growing on either side of the path were some variety of wildflower, but every so often they would pass something that looked much more exotic, like it belonged in a tropical jungle rather than in the mountains of Tibet.

Adrien’s mouth hung open as he took it all in. There was no possible way that this valley existed without some support from something magical. The air was too comfortable compared to the bitter cold they had been trekking through. Too many of the plants surrounding them absolutely should not have been able to grow in this climate, and the vastness of the valley certainly could not have been tended by one person alone without the influence of something beyond normal human abilities.

A small movement out of the corner of Adrien’s eye caught his attention. Looking around, he saw a pair of pale white butterflies rise up from the foliage several yards away. They spun and twirled around each other as they floated through the air, keeping a few feet of distance between themselves and the valley’s invisible barrier.

“This is incredible,” Marinette finally said as they continued along the stone path, turning her head to watch as a plump little honeybee hummed from flower to flower. “How can all of this thrive so well here?”

“Sifu Kunchen has always had a knack for growing things,” Rabten said, shooting her a smile over his shoulder. “She’s been cultivating her garden for quite some time, now.”

“There’s so much life here,” Marinette said, watching in wonder as an entire swarm of butterflies lifted up into the air before them, the evening sun shimmering off their delicate wings.

Tikki soared forward to examine some of the flowers up close, playfully bouncing on a few large blossoms and releasing little clouds of pollen into the air as she went.

Plagg gave a great yawn and settled onto Adrien’s shoulder.

“It’s alright I suppose,” he said casually, “but it’s no artisan cheese spread.”

The stone path curved gently over a low hillock. As they traversed around to the other side, a small cottage came into view just below them.

The house was nestled against an outcropping of tall boulders that created a natural wall against the hillock. Fluffy pine trees stood proud and protective around the vine-strewn fence that circled the property. To the house’s east was an enclosed garden overflowing with vegetables. Bordering the garden’s fence was a brightly painted chicken coop, and a dozen raised apiaries were silhouetted in the distance. A small brown goat stood beside the gate that ran across the stone path. It eyed the three of them indifferently before simply turning to chomp up another large mouthful of sweetgrass. Several plump hens pecked their way along the path which led right to the house’s blue front door.

The house itself crouched low amidst the boulders and trees, its light grey stone sidings punctuated by flashes of bright yellow window shutters. Strings of prayer flags were hung from the rafters of the overhanging roof, where a little stone chimney was puffing out a stream of smoke. Each of the windows shone with warm lantern light, making the whole scene look very welcoming indeed.

That was, until the front door opened to reveal a tiny old woman with flyaway grey hair and wearing a markedly un-welcoming expression.

Adrien and Marinette both stopped short as the woman stormed out towards them, scattering the chickens in the wake of her furious footsteps.

The Kwamis rose curiously into the air as she approached.

“Sifu Kunchen!” Rabten said, giving the woman a cheery wave and grinning as if nothing about her angry demeanor was the least bit strange. “I hope you’ve got some food on, I’m starving—”

“And you’ll stay hungry, Rabten you rat!” Kunchen barked, her voice gravelly. She marched right up to him until they were practically nose to nose, and placed her hands—one of them clutching a woven dishtowel—firmly on her hips. “You’ve been in contact with Wang Fu again, haven’t you?!”

Rabten straightened up, a smile still playing on his face. “Well, ‘again’ would imply that I ever stopped being in contact with him, and that wouldn’t really fit well with our third-Wednesday-of-the-month video tea time.”

With an enraged shriek, Kunchen went off on a tirade, slipping back into her native language as Rabten benignly stood by, as if waiting for her to run out of steam.

Marinette looked up at Adrien with shock, and he realized with a pang of guilt that Master Fu must not have warned her of his rocky relationship with this woman.

“Apparently,” he said, ducking his head low to murmur in her ear, “Sifu Kunchen was one of the Guardians even before Master Fu took on the mantle, and she’s never forgiven him for what he did to bring about their fall.”

“AND YOU!” Kunchen roared suddenly in words they could understand, turning to point an accusatory finger directly at Adrien. “How dare you show your face here, you son of a thieving cowardice marmot?!”

Adrien stumbled back in alarm as the small, dragoness woman pushed passed Rabten and advanced on him.

“Hey!” Marinette cried, her Ladybug authority kicking into gear as she tried to stand in Kunchen’s way. “What in the world are you talking about?! Adrien has never done anything of th—”

In a move so swift Adrien could hardly make it out, Kunchen spun Marinette off balance, sending her stumbling off the path.

Tikki fluttered after her worriedly.

“HEY!” Marinette called again, but she was too late.

Plagg leaped into the air with an indignant shout as Kunchen pounced on Adrien, snatching at his scarf and yanking his face down to her level.

Adrien froze, his hands raised meekly above his head in surrender as Kunchen gazed intensely at him with her stormy grey eyes. The dark skin of her face was etched with wrinkles, and age spots were scattered across her cheeks and arms. The seconds crawled by as the two of them stood there, forehead to forehead, his heart racing as Kunchen’s stare seemed to penetrate his very soul.

Fear gripped him, his mind flashing back to what happened to that little boy.

‘Can she know what I’ve done? Is she angry because of the mistakes I’ve made?’

Finally, after a small eternity where Adrien didn’t dare to breath, Kunchen’s boney grip on his scarf loosened. Her face relaxed into something closer to a calm sternness instead of the deep seeded fury it had reflected moments before.

“Interesting,” she said, her voice now level. She released him and took a step back.

Adrien slowly allowed himself to straighten back up, frightened that she would attack him again if he moved too fast for her liking.

“Excuse me,” Marinette said from his elbow, her voice dripping with fury. “Would you care to tell us what the hell that was about?”

Kunchen shifted her gaze to look searchingly at Marinette, one of her eyebrows rising curiously.

“You,” she said, pointing a finger at Marinette’s chest. “I like you. You’ve got a fiery spirit that makes you a good Ladybug.”

“Not to be rude, but I don’t really care what you think of me right now,” Marinette growled, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

“I’m with pigtails on this one,” Plagg huffed, and Tikki nodded vigorously beside him. “What gives you the right, huh lady?”

“Why did you just attack Adrien like that?” Marinette pressed on. “What has he ever done that would warrant such treatment?”

“So that settles it,” Kunchen said, unrepentant. “Neither of you know the truth, then?”

“The truth about what, exactly?” Adrien asked cautiously, finally daring to speak.

Unexpectedly, the look Kunchen wore as she turned back to him had become one of pity. She didn’t say anything for a long minute.

“A man came to me years ago, looking for answers just as you are now,” Kunchen said finally, her intense eyes never leaving Adrien. “He seemed to know a lot more about the Miraculous than anyone who wasn’t actually a wielder ever should. But I let him stay for a night or two. I answered his questions as best I could without giving the secrets that have been held by the Guardian Order for centuries. I gave him food, a warm place to sleep, and what I hoped was some guidance regarding what he sought. But then, on the third morning, I awoke to find that my evening tea had been drugged with herbs from my own garden. And Nooroo was gone.”

“Nooroo?” Tikki gasped. “He was here with you all this time?”

Kunchen finally looked away from Adrien to glance up at the Kwami, her gaze softening slightly.

“Wait,” Marinette said slowly, looking from Tikki to Adrien. “Nooroo is the name of the Butterfly Miraculous’ Kwami, right? You’re telling us that you had Hawkmoth’s Miraculous?!”

“Does it really count as his Miraculous when he stole it to warp and abuse Nooroo’s power?”

Adrien was reeling with this sudden and unexpected flood of information.

“But then…” he said slowly, “that means that the man who stole the Miraculous might actually be Hawkmoth, right?”

“I am not just telling you this because you are the current wielders of the Creation and Destruction Miraculous,” Kunchen said, her frown deepening as she regarded him. “I am telling you this because the name of that man was Gabriel Agreste.”

Look at that, you guys! Two whole chapters in the span of one week? INCONCEIVABLE! Don't get too spoiled, now, because at the rate I've been going with this fic I probably won't finish Chapter 12 for another 6 to 8 business months lol (hopefully not that long, but you know what I mean!)

Thank you everyone who left such wonderful comments on this since last time. I know it doesn't seem like much, but those comments really encourage me to keep going with this. Your excitement makes me excited to share this with you, so THANK YOU! I hope you are all staying safe and taking care of yourselves! <3

PS: My usual editing process involved actually printing out each chapter and make changes by hand, since a different medium helps me catch errors better. Obviously I can't really go to Office Depot and get this one printed out, so there might be more mistakes than usual on this chapter. Sorry!

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