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empressofthesunwriter · 1 year

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Isekai'd as Chloe

You were watching Miraculous Ladybug on your phone as your bus got hit by a truck. You died, it sucks. But a godly being gives you the chance to start anew in a brand new world. Sadly it's Miraculous, with all the plotholes, and flat characters, and don't forget worshipped while being a sexual abuser Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir. Could your day get any worse? You shouldn't have asked because you were reborn as Chloe and forgot who Papillion was. Someone wanted to see you suffer, that was sure! But you wouldn't give them the satisfaction. It was time to throw canon out of the window and make Miraculous a better show or in your case world!

Main Pairing: Reader/Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

26.06.2023: Here is the improved and longer version of the chapter, hope you like it ^^

Chapter 8: Noir VS. Blanc

“I should have now!”, you said under your breath as you run for cover to transform. Thank the Kwamis Chat Blanc was more interested in destroying buildings than hurting people, at least that. “I should have now Agreste wouldn’t accept that he couldn’t be Chat Noir anymore! Of course, Papillion would get to him.”

You finally found an abandoned alleyway and let Plagg out of your purse.

The kwami of destruction had his flippers crossed.

“Now, now, don’t blame yourself too much. Only Papillion is to blame here and don’t start with you shouldn’t have or you should have, we can never know what can happen.”

You blinked surprised at him.

“That actually was good advice.”

“Whatever, transform so I can go back to my nap.”

“And just like that it’s over.”

Still, you called for your transformation. You hoped Marinette was already transformed as you called her from your Baton to her Yoyo.

“Calamity, I bet you already know what’s up.”, greeted Ladybug’s voice.

“Difficult to not, when this crazy white cat destroys anything in his fucking way.”

“We need a plan before he hurts someone!”

“I have one.”, you told her with a sign. “But you aren’t gonna like it.”

“…How much I’m not gonna like it?”

“A lot, but Blanc thinks with his dick, that’s the best strategy against him.”

“What?”

You started to explain your plan. Indeed Ladybug didn’t like it, but after some good arguments from you, she agreed that this would be the best.

You bet she would take after this a long shower. Not that you could blame her.

As Adrien- no he was Chat Blanc now awoke today and didn’t find HIS ring, his whole world collapsed.

How should he now see his lady?

How should he now get out of his house?

How should he now live happily ever after with Ladybug after she finished playing hard to get?

Chat Blanc didn’t have an answer, but the purple butterfly, who hand flew in the camembert wheel carton in his hand did.

Maybe he and his lady were too hard on Papillion. The men seemed to understand what it felt like to be separated from your true love.

In any case, Papillion made him stronger than he ever was. He would hunt down with his new power the one who stole HIS ring and show his lady that he was still the best partner in the world.

Okay, maybe destroying some buildings wasn’t that good of an idea, but he didn’t have any other means to contact his lady.

And Miraculous Ladybug would fix anything, so there wasn’t a problem.

He was whistling a little tune, making his way to the Eifeltower, randomly destroying a building here, a monument there.

The screams of the people got on his nerves. Couldn’t they see that he just wanted Ladybug’s attention?

What did they need to be so dramatic?

That’s when he heard how two persons land behind him.

He turned around and let out a happy gasp.

It was his lady in all her spotting glory. In her Yoyo was tangled a girl, the thief of his ring.

Nobody else but this girl in a black cat outfit could be it.

A girl dared to still his ring?

What, did she want to be like Ladybug?

No one could be as perfect as his lady.

“My lady.”, he purred happily. “You found for me the person who stole my ring!”

Ladybug smiled cutely at him, his heart was beating hard seeing this wonderful smile on her rose lips.

“Of course, chaton. I know you would only take an Akuma to get your powers back.”, she said to him sweetly.

Papillion’s voice came into his head, commanding him to take the ring and the ladybug earrings, but he wouldn’t do this to his lady.

He just wanted his ring back.

“Give me this thieving girl, I will take care of her and we can be a team again!”

“This would make me so happy chaton!”, she declared and batted her eyelashes at him. Oh wow, she never has done this before. He felt himself turning red. “When I saw her instead of you, I realized how much you meant to me.”

“My lady!”, he gasped happily.

He took a step forward to embrace her when suddenly anything happen in a blurb.

The female cat untangled herself without problems from Ladybugs Yoyo and shouted: “Cataclysm!”

Her attack hit him on point and he fainted.

You stared down at Chat Blanc shaking your head.

Goddammit, he really thought only with his dick!

You were so scared of him, but in the end, he was probably the easiest Akuma in history.

“I can’t believe that it was that easy!”, shouted Ladybug raising her arms to the sky. “He truly is obsessed with me as you said.”

“Yep, let’s search for the Akuma and be done with it.”

You two got to work and found a little box in his pocket that was formally pulsing with energy.

Bingo, here is the Akuma.

Ladybug called for her Lucky Charm, which was a winner trophy, ha, then purified the Akuma and used her Miraculous Ladybug.

All was restored and good in Paris.

You hold her by the hand as Chat Blanc turned back to Adrien.

She needed to see this.

Shocking would be an understatement for what you saw in her eyes.

A lot of emotions were battling in her.

Finally, with a groan, Adrien woke up.

“Oh, what happened?”, he wonders. Then he saw Ladybug and turned into an excited puppy. “Ladybug, my lady, oh dear it wasn’t how I wanted to reveal myself to you, but at least you can give me back my ring!”

You so wanted to say something, but you needed to see if Ladybug would do the right thing.

“A-Are you out of your mind!”, she declared in disbelief. “Even if I wanted you back as a partner, Papillion knows your true identity now. You can’t be anymore, Chat Noir.”

“Oh…but we could be still a couple!”

Adrien got down on one knee and stared at her with a creepy look. He thought probably it was romantic, yet it made you wish for a shower.

“We will be like Superman and Luise Lane, doesn’t it sound delightful my lady?”

Ladybug blinked.

One.

Two.

Three.

Times.

“You…are out of your mind! You would just date me as a civilian, do you know how dangerous it is for you?”

“Aww, you are again, playing hard to get. When will you stop?”

Oh no, he didn’t just say that!

“I beg your pardon?!”, hissed Ladybug.

“We are meant to be my lady, you are the only one we can’t see it. With or without the ring, I’m yours, as I will love however is under the mask!”

“Really? What if I was Chloe Bourgeoise.”

Yeah, let her drag your possessing Chloe’s ass into it. Hey, you were nice now! What would it take her to see it too?

You saw for a second the fear in his eyes and Ladybug did too.

That was enough for her.

“Come Calamity. Let’s go.”

“Right behind, you L.B.”

With that, you both left the scene, before the reporters came to ask Adrien out.

Now that it was known he had been Chat Noir there would be surely a lot of questions asked.

You and Ladybug feed your kwamis and then transformed again.

It was Ladybug pleading to you since she needed somebody.

At that somebody was you.

So you hold her, while she cried over Adrien, probably in her mind regretting ever falling in love with him, with this creep who thought with his dick and had put her on a pedestal.

He never would truly love HER, only the made-up version in his head.

This was a bitter pill to swallow.

Even more, if she also realizes what stupid stalker shit she did in the name of love.

Sadly you couldn’t say these things, since you couldn’t know them without telling your whole story.

No, it wasn’t the time.

She needed to handle this first before you told her about yourself and how canon would have screwed her over.

So you just hold Ladybug in your arms, humming a little melody to calm her down.

You don’t know how long you two stayed like this. Time didn’t matter while you hold her. The world didn’t matter.

A meteor could come crashing down and you wouldn’t even take note of it.

Ladybug was a shaking and crying mess. She struggled to talk, she wanted to get her emotion also out in words, yet she couldn’t.

It was too much for her soul.

So you just shushed her, stroking her hair.

Your suit was wet with her tears and snot.

You never saw someone crying this much.

You had wished to save Marinette/Ladybug from trauma, from all the trauma she would have faced in the future, sadly you didn’t think that new traumas could take place.

You had a feeling it would take a long time, till she let anyone back into her heart.

But this was okay.

You would wait for Marinette till the end of the world.

And you know a certain guitarist would do this too after he meet her.

The sun was going down when Ladybug calmed down enough.

You both were sitting on the rooftop, she in your lap, hugging you tight, while you rocked her back and forth.

“Calamity.”, she rasped out. “I—Thank you. I…I needed that.”

“Anything for you.”, you simply said.

She signed and put her head under your chin.

“You didn’t need to do all this, yet you stayed without asking anything in return. You…you are a good partner.”

“I want us to be friends, L.B., if it helps you snotting all over me then, by all means, do it any day.”, you tried to light the atmosphere with a joke.

It worked since she snorted.

“Today…was a lot.”, she whispered, snuggling up to you. You hummed, stroking her hair. “I…I need to rethink a lot of things…I need to look at myself too…I did some really questionable things I realized, thanks to Chat—thanks to Agreste in my civilian life.”

“The first step to being a better person is to admit their mistake and work on them.”, you told her softly.

It was good that she realized what a creepy stalker she had been.

You have read before dying and becoming Chloe the theory that after original Chloe and Kim played this cruel joke with the spiders on Marinette, she become obsessed to know anything about her crushes so something like this would never happen again.

Well, one could understand her. She nearly drowned and if it wasn’t for Socqueline’s original Chloe would have posted online the cruel joke played on her.

Yet, it still was wrong.

Cool motive, but still murder, you know?

You hoped with all your heart that she would grow from it.

You were now back at the hotel, sitting on your bed, freshly showered, and thinking and writing down your thoughts in your little notebook.

Plagg was sitting like a king on a pillow beside you and eating 100 times his weight in camembert.

“What’s with that face?”, he asked you, gulping down a whole wheel.

How in the name of the kwami he managed that was the real mystery of life.

Where did all this cheese go in his little body?

“I’m just thinking.”, you answered him, scribbling down. “My memories I have from watching the show, and the memories I inherited from Chloe have made a little mess in my head. I forgot this girl named Socqueline Wang who was Marinette’s friend and stood up to the original Chloe. Today I remember her again. I need to apologize to her too.”

“Don’t worry so much about that. Sanura had the same problems. It takes a while before you can live with two mindsets and remember things right.”, he told you.

Curious you looked up from the notebook.

“Sanura, the Egyptian black cat who was a Dimensionwanderer just like me and had to misfortune to be reborn as a boy even if she was a girl?”

“Exactly.”

“When will you tell me her story?”

“When this pharaoh Akuma comes. Would be too simple if I told you all right now.”

“You are a meanie.”, you whined. “Also after today with Chat Blanc, could be I screwed canon totally over. This could be bad. We need that Papillion appears on Hero’s Day, so we can catch him and Mayura and end this show before it drags on.”

“So bad was the future?”

“You have no idea, it was just so dragging, and stupid and like how can someone have three moms and not expose themselves!”, you talked rapidly and angrily.

Plagg frowned.

“What? Who has three moms and doesn’t expose themselves?”

“A girl named Lila Rossi. A manipulative and serial liar. She will be joining at the end of this season my class, then stay away for the whole of season two, till Heroes Day, then be back in season three. All besides Marinette will kiss her ass and she will become the Papillion of the future. But if we manage to get Nooroo and Duusu back this headache doesn’t need to happen.”

The kwami frowned even more.

“Are you sure, we will be ready till Heroe’s Day?”

“We need to be ready.”

You put your notebook down.

Writing on it were all potential new holders for the bee, fox, and turtle.

Alya and Nino couldn’t become Rena Rouge and Carapace, even though Alya knew Marinette was Ladybug she still believed Lila and Nino just followed his girlfriend along.

No, you needed strong people in mind and body to catch Papillion and Mayura.

You had already a few in mind.

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hannahssimblr · 3 months

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Chapter Seven (Part 2)

I don’t realise that I’m tipsy until the cold breeze hits me, as as I drag my phone out of the waistband of my skirt again, the glow of the screen jerks around in front of my eyes. I open up my messenger app and tap out a message with great effort.

I got the goods.

I attach Michelle’s phone number. He types back a minute later.

Thamk yuo

Yuo’re wlecmoe. Nice attempt at spelling some really challenging words there, Jude. Good job.

Haha funny gril

*funny gilr

Fuck **girl

Oh my God, you’re pissed.

Yes !

I watch the typing dots appear and disappear for a minute or two before he appears to give up trying, and my phone comes to life in my palm with a phone call. I bring it to my ear. “Hello?” In the background is the sound of thumping techno music, rustling noises and then the swish of something heavy before his voice emerges from the chaos. “Yes.” He announces. “I’m drunk. Sorry about that, my thumbs won’t text what I want them to text.” He’s got this loose, childish, silly tone to his voice that makes me smile, as it’s a rare privilege to hear him like this.

“You out?”

“I am.”

“Where are you?”

“Uh… Katen… Kater Blau?”

“Are you asking me?”

He laughs. “No, I can’t remember how to say it. I’m somewhere. I’m outside some club.” The music is muffled now, but the sounds of a busy city have replaced it, swirling around him, weaving its distinct melody with the sound of his voice.

“Is it a Halloween party?”

“I wish. Nobody celebrates Halloween in Germany. I’m just out. Tuesday night partying, baby. Oh! You’re at Shane’s house.”

“That’s right.” I settle onto the steps, first flicking a tiny snail off the stone. “Here I am. I’ve been drinking tequila.”

“Bleagh.” He exclaims. “Tequila makes me puke.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Even the smell.” He makes another gagging sound and I cover my mouth with my hand. “Stop making that noise or I’ll start puking, you sicko.”

He lets out a loose, easy laugh. “So what’s your costume?”

“I’m a cat.”

“Ah.”

“Very original, I know.”

“A cat.”

“Meow.” I say flatly.

“So… what are you wearing?”

I cough out an outraged laugh. “That’s a bit of an inappropriate question. You’re hardly flirting with me.” As soon as I’ve said it I wish I hadn’t. In my head it was funny, but as soon as it hits the air I curse myself for ever thinking it ever would be. These are the only kinds of jokes that are never funny with him.

An awkward laugh. “Well I dunno. I was wondering what you were wearing, like, costume-wise, that’s all” My face heats up. “Um, like just these stupid cat ears I made and a cheap leather skirt and a corset I stole from a girl I used to know.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Cool.” I wince with the phone against my ear, hearing only a rustle of fabric and a gentle sniff as he continues to say nothing at all.

“This is nice, Evie. It’s cool to call you again.” He says eventually, voice a bit hoarse. Goosebumps travel up and down my arms and legs, but it’s surely thanks to the wind.

“I know.”

“Like, you haven’t been far from my mind this last year.”

I take a slow, shaky breath, suddenly feeling like I’m on another planet, alone on Shane’s front doorstep while the party thumps on on the other side of the wall. “Right.” I say, but only a raspy whisper escapes me.

“I’m only saying this because I’m drunk.” He clarifies. “I obviously wouldn’t dare say it otherwise.”

“Oh.”

“You know how I was in Japan last spring? On the day that we went to see mount Fuji it was so foggy, too foggy to see a thing, and we were so bummed out, but the next morning before we got the train to Kyoto I got up early, like, when the sun was rising, and from the window of my hotel room I could see it, and it was right there, clear and blue, and the sky was red behind it and all I could think of how much I wished that you could see it too. Like, that I wasn’t alone just looking at it. I knew that you’d understand how perfect it was.”

I pause. The sharp autumnal breeze licks over my skin and fallen leaves rustle across the garden. “Jude.” I say softly. “You know that-”

There’s a sudden, loud crackling noise over the line and then a new voice is speaking to me. “Hallo?”

I blink. “Um, hello?”

“Bist du das, Astrid?”

“No – um, nicht? Ich bin Evie.” I cringe.

“Evie! Evie Kilbride.” This new voice is the cheerful, infectiously jolly sort of voice that renders the smile that crawls up my face irresistible. “Yes, and who is this?”

“I’m Jonas.” He announces. “I have heard a lot about you.” and I can hear Jude groan in the background.

“Exclusively good things, I hope.”

“Yes of course, only very good things. Are you partying tonight?”

“Yes! It’s Halloween, Jonas.”

“Ah I see! Do you have a costume?”

“I’m a cat.”

“A sexy cat?”

I laugh, listening to Jude’s distant protests. “Jonas, please, give me my phone.” he pleads.

“You’re too drunk.” Jonas insists. “You’re at risk or saying something stupid. I’ll speak to her. Is it okay if I speak with you, Evie Kilbride?”

“Absolutely, but fair warning, I might be too drunk too.”

“You sound wonderful, my dear. I hope my friend didn’t disturb you.”

“Of course not. We were just chatting nonsense. Are you having a fun night?”

“Oh yes, we are. When are you coming to Berlin? When do I get to finally meet you?”

“Hmm… Maybe soon-ish.”

“I’ve been looking forward to it. You’re famous in our house.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I’ve looked at so many photographs on-” There’s the sound of a struggle, rustles and swipes and then Jude is back again. “I’m sorry, Evie.” He breathes. “We should probably hang up now before he says anything insane.”

“Okay.” I say, and in the background Jonas yells “Send us a picture of your costume, Evie Kilbride!”

“Don’t send me a picture.” He says. “Or do, if you want to… I, uh, never mind. I can imagine without a photograph… or – Christ, sorry. Nothing I’m saying sounds right at the moment. I’m going to go.”

“Alright, see you.” I say. “Enjoy the Katzer Blau.”

“Yep.” He says, and then the line goes dead just as Jonas starts to loudly sing my name.

The next morning, as I rise with an aching head and a mouth that feels like it’s been rinsed with sand, I reach for my phone on my bedside table. He has texted me, one coherent, sober message underneath the barrage of his drunken misspellings.

I’m sorry if I said anything weird to you last night. I remember we talked but I don’t remember what about. I was very drunk. Forgive me. Hope we’re good.

x J

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Nine

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, fluff, swear words, family drama, drama at stark industries, i think i fell in love with bucky a whole lot bit more, long update, also please read the author's note at the end💖

Word Count: 8.8k Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Eight || Chapter Ten

You laugh excited as Bucky shows you a binder. With almost ten sub-categories.

“You laugh now, but just wait till I get into the details of each phase.” Bucky shakes his head running his fingers over the tabs.

“Honestly this feels like an Oceans Eleven meeting.” You chuckle, “Ooh, maybe we should watch it for inspiration.” You offer.

“So I can watch you stare at Brad Pitt?” Bucky grumbles.

“Bucky, I don’t care about him, I watch it for the plot.” You shrug, the mental image of George Clooney pops up in your head when you try to recall the said plot.

Bucky raises an eyebrow as you dip your head a telltale sign of your blush.

“We should watch Oceans Eight.” He says, attempting to be cheeky.

“So we both can stare at Sandra Bullock, Rihanna and Anne Hathaway? Yes please.” You grin at him.

“Know what? Let’s do that Ocean’s marathon.” Bucky agrees.

“For the plot.” You add.

“For the plot.” He agrees.

You turn your eyes to the two highlighter options.

“I see, you have a thing for morally grey people.” He calls you out.

“I’m currently onto being into Ex-Military men.” You tease.

“I am morally grey though, I even have a white fluffy cat as my villainous proof.” He turns the phone stand towards Alpine and you coo at her, she looks at you mid-lick to her paw.

Her meow makes you grin and give her a flying kiss. For a second she stares at you as if to reciprocate but she returns to her more important task at hand or rather paw.

“I don’t think you give off the evil mastermind vibe, Mr. Barnes.” You smile at him.

“The name’s Barnes, James Barnes.” Bucky says in a British accent and for five seconds your brain turns to mush because his voice is deep and in that baritone plus you’re a sucker for British accents.

“S-say that in your normal voice.” You request.

He repeats the sentence. You feel the need to fan yourself.

Bucky smirks, “Cat caught your tongue, Doll or have I?”

“James.” You all but whimper and plead.

“Not now, you have a dinner party to go to don’t you?” He gives a smug grin.

“I’d much rather stay with you.” You pout, getting back to doing your make up. It was ten in the morning for Bucky on a Sunday and you were getting ready for the quote unquote intimate business dinner being hosted by the Beck Family.

Your dad was excited you weren’t, but Bucky was joking around telling you about an elaborate plan to take down the people who stole from Tony and you felt good, being distracted.

Bucky was making more and more time, you wanted to talk to him about it. Sacrificing his sleep, sending you more messages and staying on longer on calls.

Something had shifted for him in the past five days and you couldn’t understand what it could be, because asking him directly would allow him to deflect which he has in the past when stress got to him.

“Are you going to wear that lip colour I adore?” He questions, you smile slipping out of your thoughts.

“I planned my outfit around it.” You grin as he rewards you with the Only For My Doll smile, you pause your actions. Admiring the way there are crinkles by his eyes and the blue in them shines brighter.

The way his pink lips carry his happiness and his dimples make a hidden appearance underneath his four o’clock shadow.

“That’s my girl.” He praises and admires the warmth he causes to your skin, he knows because your head dips slightly and you bite on your bottom lip to hide your smile.

“Are you going to show me the outfit or will I wait for the pictures?” He questions as you finish applying the lipstick.

When you gaze at him his eyes are on your lips. Bucky’s tongue moves across his bottom lip as the hunger grows in his darkening gaze.

“I’m going to ruin this lipstick one day, and keep asking you to re-apply and ruin it again and again and again.” He promises as his words send a thrum of need to your core.

You swallow, looking into his eyes.

“I think I want you to ruin more than just my lipstick for me.” You admit, heart beating faster.

Bucky groans at your words, they go straight to his hardening length.

“Doll, don’t tempt me to delay you.” He says in warning, inhaling deeply.

“What if I want you to delay—,”

Incessant knocking at your door interrupts the moment. Bucky straightens up as you grumble going to the door to unlock it.

Your mom gives you a bright smile, then peeks inside and waves at Bucky. He waves back with a grin.

“The call better be off when you change.” She gives him a warning glare and you facepalm. He begins to cough after his eyes widen in surprise.

“Mom.” You groan.

“What? I’m your mother. I kept you in my womb for more than nine months because you didn’t want to come out sooner, I know what goes on in your head before you do.” She pulls your cheek and you groan again.

Bucky finally calms down after drinking water, “I, I no, I wouldn’t—,”

He keeps quiet when she gives him a look.

“I know your generation well enough.” She says, “I’m a modern mother.”

“Mum. What, did you have some work?” You remind her before she turns Bucky into a puddle of embarrassment and due to the topic of the conversation.

“Ah yes, we need to leave soon, so chop, chop, also here are the earrings I’d like you to wear.” She hands you a small velvet box.

“Are these new?” You eye the box with scepticism, opening it you find the sweetest most adorable pair of earrings. They're set in gold, a thin filament forming a flower petal’s outlines with four pearls at the centre surrounding a diamond each. The perfect balance between statement and simple.

“These are beautiful mum, I love them, when when did you get it?” You look up at her and she points behind you.

You turn and Bucky is grinning wide.

“When did you even manage?” you look bewildered between the two.

“Well when the dinner party was announced I sort of wanted to be there with you in some way other than texting you.” Bucky explains, then gazes at your mom.

“He called me and wanted to know what are you wearing, and if you have accessories, then we made a day out of it visiting the stores and sending each other links.”

“Wait is why you were out and you were busy yesterday?” You shake your head, heart warming at the bond he forged with your mom and your mom bonding with Bucky.

“Yes.” They both grin.

“I love it. Thank you.” You hug your mom and she grins at Bucky, she smiles back at her.

When she pulls away from the hug she reminds you to get ready quickly, then rolls her eyes as your dad begins to call her because he can’t find the shirt she set out for him on the bed.

Closing the door you rush to Bucky,

“Thank you so much, I really, really love them!” You gush, softly tracing your fingertips over the delicate design.

“The pearls are real but the diamonds aren’t, I’m sorry about that—,”

“Bucky, I don’t care about the realness of the diamond, I care about the fact that you took the time to spend time with mum and you planned this!” You gush over him again and he just adores you.

“Now come on put on your outfit and call me back to wear the earrings.” He grins at you as you nod, smiling as you blow him a kiss before ending the call.

Bucky feels the air leave his being when he answers the video call. You stand a few feet away from the screen so he can see the dress that falls just below your knees, it has a small sash and a collar. His chest tightens with emotion as he spots the chain of his dog tags. You didn’t take them off.

You do a little twirl for him and the skirt of the dress flows around you, making you giggle. The blue brings out the brightness in your eyes and the flowers on the dress match perfectly with the earrings your mom and he picked out for you.

“I’m one lucky man. The only lucky man because, fuck, look at my girl.” He beams brightly as you smoothen the skirt before sitting down on the chair to wear the earrings.

“So goddamn lucky.” He says again, as he breathes.

“Bucky…” you preen under the compliments.

“Twirl again.” He says and you do this time the slit at the side parts every so slightly and he bites his lip at the peek-a-boo moment of the soft skin of your tights.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, doll. Every inch, every bit, just want to drown in you for days. Don’t even need air just need you.” He says, your skin heats at his words and thighs clench at the prospect.

“Its true.” He admits, “I can’t wait to show you off. Hell, you know what?” He grabs a camera from his desk drawer, its a disposable film camera and he also has an instant one lined up.

“Bucky what are you up to?” You question and he clicks his tongue.

“Just smile for me, Doll.” He requests and you do, he sets the disposable film camera aside, picking up the instant one he hums before rummaging for electrical tape to cover the flash.

“Smile again for me.” He asks again and you want to laugh at the eagerness in his voice.

“Okay,” you shift a little, making sure the angle is alright.

Alights the camera, the benefit of the model was that it had a digital screen to help him know if all the settings and subjects were okay.

He lines it up with his phone screen, you smile for him, he takes one sets it to print and then you rest your chin on your palm and he has to take another one.

He sets the camera back down grinning up at you, happy with the pictures being taken.

“Should I expect being your model more often?” You question, adoring the attention.

“Oh, Doll this much much much lesser than the doting over from me you deserve and will receive soon enough.“

He watches you smile at his words, he hadn’t told you about the email, the pictures. He knew it was from Beck. Some type of game to throw a wrench in your happiness.

He showed the images to Natasha, Steve and Sam. All of them were ready to throw hands at Beck, fly down with Bucky to beat the shit out of the asshole. Somehow Bucky managed to calm them down while he remained seething.

He knew, you knew he was behaving different, more attentive, more active during your waking hours, he knew you saw the bags under his eyes. Bucky also knew the questioning was on the tip of your tongue. He’d lie and say it is work related stress. Even though it was Beck and everything else. So maybe stress isn’t a complete lie.

He did have a bad habit of shutting down when stressed out, it happened earlier and you had caught on, there wasn’t a fight but he understood that you needed communication. Even if it was to let you know he needed his own time to process things.

Rougher knocking on your door indicates your father’s presence. You stare at Bucky gathering strength from his presence and open the door.

“Are you ready?” Your father questions still wearing his home clothes.

“Yes.” You answer clipped looking at his clothing then his face.

“Alright, don’t waste time with,” He searches for a word, passive aggressive no doubt.

“James, Dad’s here.” You call out, moving away from the door so they can see each other.

“Hello Mr. Y/L/N, how are you?” Bucky gives him a wide smile.

Your dad bites the inside of his cheek, “Hello.” He moves towards his bedroom.

“Tough crowd.” Bucky chuckles, guilt pools in your abdomen.

“Doll.” He tries to control his temper as you try to switch from your guilt to happy again.

“I told you his behaviour is not yours to take blame for.” He reminds again.

“I know, I just… He’s done so much shit, I’m not even doing anything wrong by being in love with you. Why does he have to insult the one person in my life I love?” You sigh, Bucky’s lip quirks into a sad smile.

“Listen, he’s just protective as a dad okay? His other aspects yes as a human being he’s a crappy one. Lousy even.” Bucky wishes he could just pull you close, hide you away.

You nod, he watches as you fidget with the hem of your dress.

Then you flinch and he worries.

“He’s creating a ruckus, I’ll message you. I’m sorry, I love you.” You quickly grab the phone.

“Go, it’s okay, I love you.” He says before the line drops.

He sits back in the chair, staring at the binder again. Then he checks the instant camera pictures, grinning at the one of you with your chin resting on your palm. He takes his phone, snapping a picture and uploading it to his feed.

@.bbarnes has tagged you in a new upload.

Tapping on the notification your heart warms, it is the polaroid he took of you. What has your eyes glaze with tears is the caption.

you’re one in a billion, and i’m the luckiest to be able call you mine @.watchingthemoonlight 💕🌸

you type out a reply, smiling to yourself.

a billion people, and i found you, not letting you go, forever holding onto you @b.barnes 💕🌻

Reaching the venue was a quiet journey, eased by old music your dad preferred as he drove. The silence was uncharacteristic and yet welcomed.

As your doors are opened by the valets and security you phone buzzes again.

Nat:

I’m at the dinner thing too, apparently mom got invited and so did dad. Yelena may come in.

You:

Great, we’re just handing the car off to the valet, I’ll see you inside.

Natasha’s mother took her portion of the divorce settlement and grew a brilliant business for herself. Yet her mother remained one of the most down to earth people. It used to be fun watching her respectfully annihilate anyone who was unsuspecting of who she was while attempting to belittle her.

Your dad offers his hand to your mother the minute they touch the first step. You internally groan. He’d be doting husband and father mode all for show.

You leave a message for Bucky that you’ve reached and silently ask his contact image to give you the strength you need.

As the doors open to the banquet hall, you’re greeted with the scent of florals and amber. No doubt Quentin’s mother’s choosing. On cue the Mr and Mrs Beck appear shaking hands and giving a kiss to the cheek as society norms require at events.

Then they turn to you, you want to scoff at her frown which she hides giving you a once over.

“Oh, Y/N, you’ve gotten so, big.”

The only thing big here is your ego. You want to say but you put on a smile.

“Yes it’s been years since we saw each other, you’ve aged,” you take a pause and your father’s ears steam, “gracefully.” You give her a fake smile.

Mrs. Beck gives a tight-lipped smile in return, “Yes, I happen to take care of myself.”

“Whose your botox person?” You all turn to Natasha Romanoff, sipping on her champagne, waiting for an answer. You look at her outfit and grin at her, the deep maroon long gown, looking beautiful on her.

“I don’t—,” Mrs. Beck stutters.

“No? I swear I saw wrinkles last time I was in the US. Hmm, must be someone else.” She shrugs.

“Natalia.” Her mother chastises, smiling at the hostess, “I think you look wonderful.”

“Yes, is that vintage Cartier?” You mother adds, easily distracting the woman from her seething.

Mrs. Beck enjoys showing off her wealth more than talking someone down.

Mr. Beck draws your father away and you finally breathe.

“Tough evening?” Nat questions, handing you a flute of champagne as well.

You nod, she admires the earrings as they glimmer.

“Bucky and mum went shopping.” You tell her excited again at the prospect.

“I’m so happy for you, also the man has got an eye for what will look good on you.” She praises and you blush.

“Look at you, in love. Did he want to rip the dress off?” She keeps at her teasing tone.

You lightly shove her hand, trying to cool down your heated cheeks.

She snickers in response, then her gaze hardens.

“Little Princess.”

You turn to greet Quentin, his hair is slicked back. Wearing a charcoal shade suit he gives a beaming grin to you.

“Hey.” You say, waving at him as he walks closer.

“Natasha, hey.” He greets, she nods in response with a smile, then sips her drink.

“Did you meet the parents? Mum had to stay at the hotel you know allergies and things.” He reasons for her absence from the mandatory three night stay that occurs at your place by your dad inviting them.

“Yeah we met her, she commented on her physical aspects again.” Nat glowers, you sigh.

“Oh well you know how she is…” Quentin rubs the back of his neck, “You look gorgeous though.” He adds as an afterthought.

“Thanks. So what is the dinner for?” You question.

Quentin smiles, “We expanding into healthcare rehabilitation devices, finalised a factory space to mass produce the devices, so this is a little mingling to get the word out.”

“What are you manufacturing?” You question, intrigued with an odd feeling in your chest.

Quentin smiles, his index finger lightly presses on your nose, “Aren’t you a curious little cat?” He has a smile on his face but his tone is dismissive.

“Fine, be in your little secret bubble.” You sigh feigned rueful, Natasha watches the exchange with curiosity.

“Oh come on, let this event get done and I’ll tell you.” Quentin promises and you smile at him.

He grins, stroking your cheek and you try not to grimace.

“Quentin!” His father calls and he moves away with a beaming smile as per usual.

“Spill.” Your best friend requests and you tell her about the little seed of doubt in you head.

“Okay, I see, fishy indeed. Recon mission.” Natasha announces.

“We’re women anyways men talk business as if we’re dumb.” She lays out the plan to stand near the men tonight and eavesdrop.

“You up for it?” She questions once she explains where to start from and how to exit the conversation.

“In the immortal words of Debbie Ocean, ‘Somewhere out there is an eight-year-old girl lying in bed, dreaming of being a criminal. Let's do this for her.’ And to help my boyfriend.” You grin at an excited Natasha.

“I love this colour on you.” She commends as you both part ways to your respective groups of men, you head over to where a few old business partners of your dad stand talking.

Bucky stares at the binder again, opening up the first block. “Here goes nothing.” He murmurs opening his laptop to send the email.

PHASE ONE: Get Dumbass To Inform his Dumbass Boss about the ‘fuck up’

From: James Barnes

To: Brock Rumlow

CC: Peter Parker

Subject: URGENT

Hey,

I just received an email from Tony. We need to meet up to talk, Cafe Coffee Pot, Brooklyn 12:00 Hrs.

- Barnes

From: Brock Rumlow

To: James Barnes

CC: Peter Parker

Re: URGENT

Hey,

Will be there.

- Rumlow

From: Peter Parker

To: James Barnes

CC: Brock Rumlow

Re: URGENT

Hey,

I got the email too, its good you set this up. We need to meet today without fail.

Regards,

Peter

Bucky grins as he reads the responses, Peter adding the frantic detail was the cherry on top. He moves onto a private messaging app that Tony had built for his only trusted team.

Barnes: Email sent, meeting @ 12 pm

TS: good work

PParker:😁

Time flew by and Bucky makes his way to the cafe securing a corner booth. Peter waited near the counter nursing his chocolate chip muffin. When Brock enters he scans the area, eyes landing on Bucky and he makes his way to the booth, Peter joins them after Brock settles into the opposite seat.

“What was in the email?” Brock questions, Peter turns his phone to show him.

From: Tony Stark

To: James Barnes, Peter Parker, Sharon Carter, +more…

Subject: Intimation of New Protocol

Dear Team,

As you know we are close to the trial’s first phase ending, it gives me immense pleasure to have worked with you all and I am so thankful for your dedication. After speaking with Shuri, we have come to the conclusion of rechecking all the internal wiring of the mounting lates and circuits of the bionic devices.

Please inform the participants to be present tomorrow so that I may recheck the wirings personally.

Thanks and Regards,

Tony Stark

“What is the problem? You guys fixed the plate and shit without him knowing.” Brock looks between the two and Peter gnaws on his bottom lip and his leg bounces with anxiety.

“Well, when we, we, god, can you explain I think I will faint.” Peter fans himself drinking water.

“Shit, Parker, get a hold of yourself kid.” Bucky places a hand on his shoulder, he looks back at Brock. Peter begins to breathe in short quick breaths.

“Remember we had to rewire because it wasn’t working?” Bucky swallows, allowing his nervousness to show, Brock’s eyes widen at him being worried. The usual stoic demeanour was gone.

“Is it not the same?” Brock questions, equally worried himself, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mutters.

“I don’t know okay? We were only coders and like trackers for progress, shit that means all of your data is wrong too.” Bucky presses his forehead into the palm of his hand.

“Oh god.” Rumlow runs his hands over his face, sweat pooling at the back of his neck.

“Also the wiring before that was also hampered.” Peter adds quietly.

“What?!” Bucky yells and Peter winces, Brock is sweating bullets now.

“How?” Brock questions, “Look man there is a fifty thousand fine to ruin the thing if it’s my fault, can you fix it?”

“Well the plate wouldn’t fit so I had to resize it, in that I sort of short circuited and the small fuse was under the main wiring…” Peter trails off.

“You put the wires in random… So he never had the correct wiring.”

“But I can use it!” Brock defends, putting a show of grabbing Peter’s bottle and placing it back down.

“Yeah but you plate fell, you’ve said the arm freezes on you.” Bucky lists other things Brock has reported.

Suddenly the bionic arm jolts, knocking down the bottle.

The three stare at each other.

“Do we have a way out?” Brock questions, desperate for some good news.

“I did have an idea…” Bucky looks between the two before launching into his plan of action.

One hour later they enter the Stark Industries building without any extra attention drawn. Bucky had messaged Tony stating John had jury duty hence could only come in today.

Peter would distract Tony with an important phone call and then Bucky would dismantle the entire device thinking that is what Tony wanted him to do on his behalf.

It would warrant a fake fight or being told off by Tony but they needed to make it legitimate as possible. Bucky gazed at your picture on his lock-screen, notifications from you remained unread, garnering the strength from your smile and love he treads forward.

“Alrighty, can’t miss Jury Duty for Mr. Stark.” Tony grumbles and Peter tries not to appear on edge.

Brock gives a little laugh, “Yeah well, I couldn’t get out of it so…”

Tony begins to undo the system, the arm disconnects from the mounting plate near the elbow. Carefully he sets it on the stand. As he disconnects the mounting plate, Brock looks at Bucky and Bucky looks at Peter who springs into action.

“Mr. Stark, there is an urgent call.” Peter stumbles close, phone outstretched.

“Who is it?” Tony grumbles, undoing the covering panel.

“Morgan.” Peter holds his breath and Tony looks up.

“Is she okay? Put her on speaker.” He instructs pointing at the table to place the phone.

Peter winces but complies,

“Hey Maguna—,”

“No, I want to talk to you.” She grumbles.

“Sweetheart, Daddy’s at work—,”

“Alone.” She sniffles and Tony grabs the phone gesturing to Bucky then pointing at the mounting plate.

“I’m here baby, tell me.” Tony coos into the phone heading off to the break room.

“Faster.” Brock urges keeping an eye out with Peter at the break room door.

Bucky moves quickly as planned and Tony returns, resuming his work then pauses.

“Barnes?” Tony’s voice is devoid of the usual sass.

“Um I dismantled…. Is that not what you pointed at?” Bucky scratches his chin.

“I told you to keep an eye not ruin my hard work. Fuck, Barnes this was supposed to be a three minute job and now it’s fucking going to take me an hour.” Tony seethes but gets to work.

“I’m sorry—,”

“Save it. Go get the system ready to re-code.” Tony all but roars and Bucky sprints to the elevators, to retrieve his work laptop.

The floor is empty and he walks to his desk when his phone rings, your name flashing. He answers the phone, it’s ten thirty at night for you.

“Bucky where are you?” You question, the frantic tone of your voice has him on edge.

“Doll, whats wrong?”

“Where are you?” You question again.

“I’m at work, had to come in for some work… Are you okay?” He questions, there is shuffling around.

“Keep the line on. I, fuck, Bucky.” You say, and more shuffling, his brows furrow with worry.

Recon was going slow, no one had any clue. Becks had kept their new project under wraps and Nat was more disheartened to only find out that men were just as gossip-y as they blamed women to be.

You both met back after an hour near the tables, dinner was beginning soon and as luck would have it, all the older children of the business men and women were placed together, at the same table.

“Will try ever stop trying to get people to marry for business?” You mutter, settling onto your designated chair, Nat nods then rolls her eyes.

“They do it because they want the children to think they have some control over their life choice, it’s actually a business decision.” She says a sour expression on her face, mouth twisted to the side.

“I agree.” Samrez Khan, the son of Khan Corp’s CEO sits from across the two of you, there are still seats waiting to be filled. He runs his hand through his messy brown hair.

“So are you here to make a business decision?” You question, making him laugh.

“God no, I don’t need to join forces with another rich family and have anyone be miserable with me out of an obligation to their parents.” He huffs, you nod your head impressed by his outlook.

“Wrong table then Khan.” Natasha adds with a smile. Oh right, they met in the US you recall.

“Natalia.” He smiles, “Long time no see.”

“I wonder why.” She scrunches her face, then clicks her tongue, dismissing the conversation.

“Hey, everyone.” Sasha settles in next to you, offering a half hug, you reciprocate, she was the tolerable Khan sibling.

“How are you?” You question, she beams excited, holding up her left hand.

“Oh my god!” You squeal, ever since knowing Sasha you knew her goal was to marry her high school boyfriend.

“Tell me everything.” You ask and Samrez groans,

“Sash.” He warns, not wanting to hear his sisters proposal for the thousandth time.

“Actually say it, Beck is on his way and your proposal is less taxing than his existence.” He murmurs, motioning with his hand to get her to begin. Natasha snorts and he shoots her a grin.

Sasha glares at him but the minute Beck opens his mouth she starts into the story, to her credit she talks the table’s ear off for two courses over her proposal.

“Wow.” Beck’s eyebrows are raised and he inhales deeply.

“Gets me every time,” Samrez wipes a non-existent tear from his cheek.

“Very emotional.” Natasha adds, rolling her eyes at him, she excuses herself from the table.

“Anyone else have any news?” Sasha questions, “Come on we kids haven’t gathered in a while, I need updates, we all know Beck has his whole prosthetics line with the American tie-up coming up. Y/N, what is going on in your life?” She questions and before you can dwell on her slip up.

“Actually she has a boyfriend.” Quentin opens the conversation for you.

“Oh my god, who is he? Is it Quentin? Ohh, you both are so cute.” Sasha gushes as does another random person who you aren’t familiar with on a deeper level.

“Oh no it isn’t Quentin, his name is James, lives in NYC.” You answer, your fingers automatically brushing along your dress' collar to feel Bucky’s dog-tags to ease the nervousness pooling in your stomach.

“What does he do? Does he have a start up? Is he flying in and out for you?” She presses and Quentin snorts.

“Its a LDR, poor thing hasn’t even held hands or gotten kissed by the guy and she dotes after him.” He laughs.

“Thats okay—,” She tries to defend you.

“He’s a low level coder. Imagine ex military and an amputee.” Quentin scoffs.

“At least he has the balls to be honest with me unlike a two timing bastard who had the gall to brush off his red handed caught cheating.” You seethe, Natasha and Bucky knew what Beck had done years ago. Your parents got the more non detailed version.

“Y/N.” Quentin’s gaze hardens and his tone turns stern.

“Shove it. I expected you’d be respectful but you’re still shitty.” You place your napkin on the table.

“James may have had to undergo an amputation due to his circumstances, he’s much more of a man and human being than a hundred percent of all men here. No offence Samrez I don’t know you well enough to exclude you.” You turn to him, he shakes his head.

“You’re right we’re all trash. James sounds nice, give him my best.” Samrez adds, you smile at him.

“Now, excuse me.” You push away from the table and head for the washrooms.

Checking the time you see that it is close to ten, this night would drone on and on, your dad would make sure since it’s his circle of people who are hosting.

You shake your head trying to clear it from the bullshit Quentin thought he could just spew without consequences. If he thinks you’re going to be friends with him again. He and his inflated ego are sorely mistaken.

After walking aimlessly you do realise you aren’t headed towards the bathrooms, glass windows line the upcoming area and you spot Quentin’s dad speaking with someone on a laptop. The conference room has blinds on several of the glass panels and some are free. You stand behind the blind covered panel. Which is nearer to the door that you can hear them.

“…..Hammer, Hammer, just get the redone wirings, the stupid employees want to save their asses and are indirectly helping us.”

Your brows furrow, where had you heard the name Hammer before?

“Listen, Beck, it ain't easy we’ll have to change the entire patent that will take time.” Hammer explains.

“Listen the moulds will arrive here on Thursday. So in two days we start the production, the outer casing will be ready and we can sell.” Mr. Beck shrugs.

Something in your brain clicks the pieces into place, you start filming them from your hidden position.

“Are you understanding the mechanics—,”

“Look patents can be bought off, I have a contact, Stark won’t be able to contest, all that money and he wants to get the patent in the normal way. Doesn’t know the B of business. My son Quentin will get it done.” Mr. Beck cuts off Justin Hammer again.

“Fine. Get to manufacturing and I’ll have Rumlow come in tomorrow with the actual wiring and start production on that here.” Justin agrees.

“Exactly and once that is done assembly here and I’ll have it shipped back to New York. Show case it and sell to the highest bidder, but keep production under us at rates higher but falsify the other manufacturer rates. So they have to choose us.” Mr. Beck cackles and your skin prickles at the sound.

“Perfect, I’ll call Thursday, when the moulds come in.” Justin chuckles and buds goodbye.

You hear the shift of a chair and as quickly as possible try to slip away, you’re almost near the turn for the bathrooms.

“Y/N?” Mr. Beck’s voice has you turn, you swallow.

“Mr. Beck? What are you doing here?” You keep your voice even.

“I should ask you that, the dinner is the other way. This side is a private business centre.” He explains.

“Oh I thought as much that I have walked the wrong way, I was searching for the washrooms but almost ten feet further I realised it’s better to turn.” You chuckle lightly.

His eyes move over you as he contemplates your words.

“You know, you should really listen to your father.” He says and you raise you brow at him.

“Um?”

“About your boyfriend, James. You need someone to take after your dad, someone qualified.”

“Someone like your son?” You sneer.

“Well, Quentin does think highly of you.” He shrugs.

“I don’t think his mother would like it if I were her daughter in law.” You try to stay respectful.

“Her opinion doesn’t matter, as for the cosmetic appeal I’m sure we have a budget. Think about it, Quentin has, I’m sure your dad will be able to get through to you.” He pats your shoulder as he moves away.

You rush through the corridor finally finding the washroom, you lock the main entrance, checking for anyone in the bathroom, its empty.

You breathe finally, leaning against the counter for support. So much information crashing onto you. Right from the stupid matchmaking for his own business to Hammer Tech and Mr. Beck having some deal. The prosthetics. You needed to speak to Sasha for more information.

Your phone weighs heavy in your hands. Unlocking it you find Bucky’s contact.

When he picks up, you don’t give him a chance to greet you,

“Bucky where are you?” You question, the franticness and nerves lacing your voice.

“Doll, what is wrong?” He sounds extremely worried.

“Where are you?” You question again shit if he’s around Brock of anyone else you can’t speak.

“I’m at work, had to come in for some work… Are you okay?” He questions, uou shuffle around blocking the wash basin drains with the small soap bars. Then turn on the faucets. You needed to cover your voice.

“Keep the line on. I, fuck, Bucky.” You want to cry, he can almost hear it in your voice.

“Doll, is everything okay? Why is there water rushing?” He questions, voice on edge.

“You need to come down here or you need to tell Mr. Stark about what I’m about to tell you.” You bite your lip as he processes your words.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” He questions, worry clawing at his chest.

“Physically yes, emotionally the jury’s out.” You try to joke, he shakes his head.

“Tell me everything.” Bucky requests, sitting down in his chair, connecting the bluetooth so he could text Peter that he got an emergency call from you.

“Beck and Hammer might be hand in hand, I have video proof that Rumlow is working for them. They are going to steal the patented work of the internal? Something? Thursday, they are getting moulds on Thursday and are producing here, they want to sell the tech and patent. They are in cahoots.” You jumble out hoping he understands.

“Beck and Hammer are in cahoots?” He repeats.

“Yes, look I’ll send you the video as well but I think we need to catch them all at the same time.” You advise.

“You aren’t doing anything.” He warns.

“Bucky—,”

“No. I, let me talk to Tony, will you be awake? Wait, what am I saying of course you will.” He shakes his head and hears your chuckle.

“I, Bucky, I love you.” You say.

“I love you, did something else happen?” He questions.

You sigh, closing your eyes as the tears brim.

“Mr. Beck caught me halfway back and I got out of it but…. He basically said dad and he are well planning….” You can’t get the words out not without choking up.

“Doll…” Bucky holds his breath, what was life throwing at him now?

“He basically wants well hopes I chose to marry Quentin. I won’t let it happen, I’ll say no, I’ll run aw-away, B-Bucky, just,” You sniffle, holding the phone tightly to your ear the sob breaks through.

He stays stunned silent.

“B-Bucky?” You ask when you don’t hear him.

“Why?” He sounds distant, as if slipping away.

“The whole business, t-thing he wants someone who, who will take after him. An heir as if I am not capable had he given me the chan-chance.” You explain, wiping the tears rapidly.

“I, Y/N, please tell me this is some elaborate joke.” Bucky pleads.

“I wish, I just.” You break off again trying to not cry harder.

“A marriage of business? Does he not want you happy ever? Is that how selfish he is?” Bucky can’t believe this is how things are, this cannot be what your life would be if he wasn’t there.

“I’ll get you out of there.” He assures, “Clean yourself up, I have to finish phase one stay up for an hour, I’ll be calling you back with Peter and Tony.” He doesn’t want to end the call so soon but his mind is overflowing and he might just drown. He kicks himself for sounding dismissive of you.

It is a silent goodbye as he sets the phone down on the table. He stares ahead for a minute, leaning on his years of compartmentalisation. The priority now was the completion of Phase One then he would speak to Tony and Peter then you. They would need to call Matt again.

His phone buzzes you’ve sent him the video.

Pocketing the phone he grabs the laptop heading back to the elevators.

As the door close with a chime that echos into your sob in his mind.

Bucky allows himself the elevator ride to shed his own tears. If he can’t get to you soon, everything will turn into a messy situation.

You stare at the phone for several seconds. Aching for a response, even a small emoji would do. Dejected you stop the water from the taps, the sink not even filled halfway, wiping your face and fixing the make up you look halfway presentable back to the world of sheer business and money hungry people.

Natasha finds you, mingling is still ongoing. You spot Mr. Beck and your father in conversation laughing and cackling. Your dad pats Quentin on the back and your jaw tightens.

“Are you okay?” Natasha pulls your attention, she looks slightly disheveled herself.

“I am not, Quentin’s dad basically just told me how he and my dad want me married to Quentin. Biggest deal my dad ever orchestrated.” You grimace, Bucky’s stunned silence sears your chest. You feel stupid to have told him.

He already had too much going on.

You were probably being a burden to him.

“What did you say?” She pulls you by your arm to a corner table.

“I said that his wife wouldn’t like it, he basically said cosmetic changes to myself can be done, there would be a budget for it.”

“The fuck!” Nat roars, “How the fuck could they just think that is something to say to you?”

“Appearances matter more to them, Nat. We’ve established that. I am what I weigh but that doesn’t define me but their definition of me is not my job to change or correct.” You fiddle with the sash of the dress.

“I called Bucky… my suspicion was right. However, I, in my verbal vomit I also told him about what Mr. Beck said, I think I fucked up.” You admit quietly, feeling the tendrils of exhaustion and a headache manifesting.

“Look, James is your boyfriend, he’s a pillar for you in the midst of chaos, you are going to tell him all that bothers you and troubles you and so is he. Yes maybe telling him today may have been premature but you can’t control it, you needed to vent. So don’t carry guilt, table the conversation for later.” She advices, patting your arm.

You nod, still not convinced. Dread blooms as you recall the conversation again.

“Y/N? We’re ready to leave.” Your mum walks up to the table. The two of you look up at her.

“What happened?” She questions with one look to your faces.

“Mr. Beck told me dad has some business plans involving me. As a bride.”

Her face contorts into shock, “No. Not happening not on my watch. That woman is not going to be your mother in law. Nor is that weasel going to be your husband.”

Natasha laughs and your shoulders sag with relief.

You hug your mom. She strokes your hair.

“Besides I’d much rather if James and you end up in marriage.”

“Mom, thats too far off. We haven’t even met yet.”

“So? You think couples used to meet? It was one meeting between the parents and then poof get married. Thats how I landed the gem of a man your dad.” She rolls her eyes and you have to stifle a laugh.

“You’re really the coolest mom.” Natasha praises her and your mom strokes her head.

“I know.” Your mom grins, “Now come on, let’s head home.”

Goodbyes are bid and you don’t provide Quentin a single glance. Mr. Beck gives you a knowing look as he shakes your hand. Mrs. Beck looks down her nose at you.

Don’t say anything, Don’t say anything.

You repeat the mantra till your family walks to the elevators and waits for the valet.

“The least you could do is behave with Quentin.” Your dad announces.

“He was insulting me.” You defend.

“Wrong. He was pointing out what is wrong in your choice of boyfriend.” He glares at you from the rearview.

“Bucky is a much better man than Quentin.” You keep a hard glare back at your dad.

“What does that man even have?” Your father hits the steering wheel for emphasis. For once you don’t flinch.

“Integrity, honesty, drive, my respect.” You list, knowing how well it slices through his ego.

“Quentin has all of that.” He dismisses the conversation.

“My respect? When did he get that? After he cheated on me one week into declaring he loves me or after I came home crying to mom and you?” You seethe, how dare he, how dare he forget.

“So what?” He says, “Its not like you were married to him.” He reasons, you keep your mouth shut.

Your mom turns to look at you with sad eyes.

You keep your mouth screwed shut.

You keep it shut till you reach home, standing at your room door as your parents walk to their room down the hall.

“As if marriage stops pathetic men from cheating on their wives and family.” You say voice devoid of emotion, slamming your door shut and locking it.

You can hear his uproar, guilt eats at you that your mother bears the brunt of your outburst but you can’t take it anymore. He needed to know you weren’t the meek little child he could scream at over and over.

Bucky and Peter look at each other, then at Tony who stares at the former’s phone. Matt also remains a silent spectator. The waves of anger and irritation roll off of Tony. Shuri is also present via video conference, no one utter a word.

“Mass produce? Sell the patent? This is to help people. Help make have prosthetics accessible and not something they need to join every penny to afford a better daily life.” Tony’s voice is low, he turns to face Matt.

“Can something be done?”

“I do have an idea to warrant slip ups.” Matt says, “But Peter’s plan may require changes.”

“Do them.” Peter agrees.

“How do you fancy a trip to your girl’s home?” Matt stares at Bucky and he feels his throat dry and heart beat louder.

“Barnes?” Tony raises a brow.

“I had booked tickets, I, if I go there I need to meet her too, I can’t just, Tony you know…” Bucky stares back at his boss.

“Of course, you have full freedom to meet her, spend time with her as you please.” Tony smiles as he finds the earlier drive return into Bucky.

“I’ll go,” Bucky smiles and Peter grins.

“You’re going too Parker.” Tony adds, “Everything sponsored by Stark Industries.”

“Cool!” Peter does a fist pump in the air.

Matt chuckles, “Are you going to tell her or surprise her?”

“I think surprise her.” Bucky says, smiling now, allowing himself to be excited.

When Bucky called that night, all the earlier resolve and worry melted away with just his voice.

He apologised, the entire ordeal causing him to lose focus. You apologised as well for your verbal vomit, and stressing him out, he dismissed it, but then you explained that where you both are each others confidants, asking for the mental capacity to cope with an impactful topic was necessary.

Bucky nodded and a new facet was added, you both would ask before diving into deeper topics of discussion.

“Can I tell you something of heavy weightage?” You inquired with a small smile.

Bucky chuckles, “Go on, I have the mental strength to hear it.”

“Mum approves you for marriage material.” You gaze at him and he turns red, looking away to hide his smile.

Though both of you knew that big word was for a later date if at all things ran smoothly. Even beyond meeting. You stared for a moment at your left hand, considering a moment where Bucky would ever propose.

The fact that you just knew he is the one for you was scary as much as it is a thought that filled your heart and soul with warmth.

Bucky catches your momentary glance to your hand, his heart beats louder and for once he’s grateful for the distance that you can’t heart the crazy rhythm it has adopted. You’re the one for him. He knows it, he breathes easier knowing the fact. But the flip-side he worries, worries deeply how would it go seeing you for the first time.

You both had sorted through the heavy stuff that night, exhaustion lingered at the periphery, slowly pulling you in.

While you slept, Bucky began packing, keeping the video call on and sorting his clothes.

His mum would come by to pick up Alpine, Natasha knew he was arriving.

On Wednesday afternoon, Steve and Sam came along to drop him at the airport and Peter lost his cool when his two favourite gamers stood in front of him.

He took so many pictures and at Bucky’s request promised not to post them till after he met you.

It was Thursday morning 5 a.m. when they landed.

Tony had been generous setting them up in business class and a really posh hotel which was somehow a ten minute walk to your house. He wondered how his boss pulled that off.

Bleary eyed and exhausted, they checked in, Peter crashed the minute he saw the bed. Bucky chuckled, the direct flight had him exhausted as well but he needed to check in, maintaining New York Time on the flight was easier, the little free wifi was okay-ish though his presence was scarce. He did tell you the plans were changing since your spying escapade. So that gave him a cover to be in and out of conversations with you.

The soft bed welcomes him and he sends messages to everyone that they reached the hotel safely, evening in New York City, his mum sent over videos of Alpine loving the sunny spot in the living room.

He opens up his photo album, he would finally have pictures of you taken by his own hand while you were actually in front of him. He smiles, he would have pictures with you.

Your stomach tightens with worry, the entire day feeling off and your jeans’ loop was caught on the door knob and you wanted to scream at the world. University had gone shit. Yet again your group was lousy not following up.

Natasha was for once trying to have you see the brighter side of things and you wondered if you had woken up in a different universe.

Classes finally came to an end, you sighed with relief. Bucky had sent in his usual set of memes and texts and you responded to them, his jokes being the only thing that made you smile today.

“Come on.” Nat urges as you drag your feet slowly towards the gate.

“What?” You question, “Look I had a rough day give me some slack.”

“I think you will be very happy.” She says grabbing your hand and urging you to walk faster.

You roll your eyes, she probably had plans to drag you home and have a sleep over, only on those days was she this chirpy.

“Oh shoot wait, I forgot my phone.” She clicks her tongue leaving you halfway to the gates near, you shake your head, looking back at her.

“That is what you get for being impatient!” You call out continuing walking backwards, you bump into someone, turning you look up at the tall man, smiling brightly at you.

“Sorry, Bucky.” You say and turn back to face Natasha who has her phone pointed at you with a grin.

Your eyes widen and you turn back to face the man you bumped into, familiar blue eyes gaze warmly at you and he has the Only For My Doll grin.

“Bucky?” You question, eyes brimming with tears.

“Hi Doll.” He grins, watching you, his own eyes glazing over.

“You- am I dreaming? I’m going to be so pissed if I’m dreaming.” You say still frozen in place.

“I think I met you in my dreams once,” He says, his own tears brimming over, “but I’m here now.”

“Bucky,” You cry out, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his chest, his comforting scent of pine and soft patchouli washing over you.

“Oh, Doll.” He rests his cheek against your head his arm pulling you close, keeping you pressed against him, soft vanilla fills his senses.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, you tilt your head back to look up at him, blinking away the tears.

“I love you.” You say and he cups your cheek.

“I love you.” He says and you cup his cheek.

He leans in, lips brushing against yours, hesitant. You press your lips against his, eyes closed. His hand moves to your waist, as your lips mould together, the kiss filled with emotion and the salty tinge of the shed tears, Bucky pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. As it burns all consuming, igniting everything that he promised, setting ablaze every inch of your skin.

When the two of you pull away panting, goofy smiles on your faces.

“We need to do that again,” he mutters, giving your lips a quick kiss again. You giggle, nodding.

“We need to, yeah.” You hug him again, if this is the reward for a shitty day, you’d go through hundreds of them for Bucky.

“I love you.” He whispers and your hold tightens upon him, his does too.

“I love you.” You whisper back, pressing a kiss to his chest.

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Solars Family Pilot (by @avaveevo)

As the pilot began, a montage of the four seasons of Solar Opposites starts playing while Big Time Rush starts playing. We then see Terry looking at a photo album. Korvo comes in and is confused about what Terry is looking at.

Korvo: Oh hey babe. What are you looking at?

Terry: Just some of our old photos.

Korvo notices his and Terry’s wedding photo.

Korvo: Aw look. Our wedding photo. I remember our wedding it was amazing.

Terry: Yeah. Me too.

Korvo and Terry are about to kiss when Yumyulack starts chasing Jesse who has his phone.

Jesse: Nice try Yumyulack! You gotta do better than that! laughing

Yumyulack: Give it back, you bitch! I need to text my boyfriend!

Korvo: groans in frustration Teenagers…

Terry: Jesse! Be nice to your brother!

Jesse: Okay.

Jesse hands Yumyulack back his phone.

Yumyulack: Just because you’re taller than me now doesn’t mean you’re better than me.

Yumyulack was talking to Jesse.

Jesse: I know. Sorry Yumbear.

Yumyulack: Whatever.

Lili: Hi guys! I’m ready for school!

Korvo: Alright, time for you three to get ready for school.

Yumyulack, Jesse and Lili: Yes Korvo.

As the teen replicants leave, Korvo sighs and puts his face in his hands.

Terry: I know it’s hard, babe.

Korvo: Terry, I am too old for this

Terry: Hey. No you’re not. You are beautiful and young.

Korvo: Thanks, Terry.

Korvo suddenly hears his watch beeping.

Korvo: Oh! We gotta get to work.

Terry: Yep. Another day at the new rake company. At least it’s better than the old one.

Korvo: Thank God. Plus, we get paid more.

Terry: True.

The husbands get in the car and drive off. Terry turns on the radio and “Good Riddance” from Riverdale plays:

Terry: sigh Sure is a beautiful day.

Korvo: It is.

Meanwhile in prison…

Miss Frankie: God damn it. How do we get out of here?

Principal Cooke: Okay don’t panic. We just need a plan.

Miss Frankie: Well, we wouldn’t be in here if you didn’t admit we framed the aliens in the first place!

Principal Cooke: I know. I know that was my bad. But I’m sure we can get out of here and stop them for good! You thinking what I thinking?

Miss Frankie: Hell yeah I am!

The two teachers then plan a jailbreak. Meanwhile, at the office, Terry is talking to Henry

Terry: Can’t you believe David is complaining again? I mean what is his deal? We didn’t do anything to him.

Henry the Horse: I know right! He is such a dick!

Korvo smiles as Terry talk to Henry.

Henry the Horse: I mean seriously, what is his deal? You guys are doing a great job!

Terry: I know. It doesn’t make sense!

David Hinson offscreen Hey! Terald!

Terry groans as David Hinson walks over to him.

Terry: What do you want?

David Hinson: That promotion was supposed to be mine.

Terry: I think you’re just jealous because I actually do my job!

Henry the Horse: Yeah man! Buzz off!

David grabs Terry by the shirt.

David Hinson: Listen here Opposites! If you dare make one more fool out of me, I am coming to get you! You’ll rue this day! Rue!

Korvo: HEY!

David turns and sees Korvo standing behind him angrily.

Korvo: Get off my husband.

David Hinson: Hey! Your husband here stole my promotion asshole! Stay out of this!

Korvo: You wanna take this outside, dipshit?!

David Hinson: Uh, excuse me?

Korvo: You heard me! Now get!

David growls but releases his hold on Terry.

David Hinson: You got lucky Opposites!

David storms off. Korvo helps Terry up.

Korvo: Oh baby, are you alright?

Terry: Yeah. But you didn’t have to do that.

Korvo: I’m sorry, I just hated when he does that to you! He is such a jerk!

Terry: I don’t get why David hates us…

Korvo: D’aw, I think he’s just jealous because of your amazing work.

Terry: Aw, baby. Come here.

The two husbands then kiss while moaning while the workers smile at them and grow touch by their love for each other.

Workers: Aaaaw.

Meanwhile at school, Yumyulack is eating lunch with his posse.

Yumyulack: So, how are you guys doing?

Arnold the Cat: Good good.

Mark Melner: Yeah. Plus, it’s nice to see you and your sister bonding with each other. Yumyulack blushes as he smiles

Yumyulack: Yeah. Even though she can sometime be a pain, Jesse has always stick by my side.

Ned: Isn’t she taller than you now? You want me to turn her to stone?

Yumyulack: Ned! No! We do not turn family members into stone! Plus, Jesse is going through changes. I mean I don’t blame her for picking on me but, I’m glad she’s growing up.

Arnold the Cat: What about the headphone kids?

Mark Melner: Oh, I’m just glad I’m not part of them anymore. They were really jerks. Plus, they better not mess with us!

Yumyulack: Yeah, ‘cause I have a shrink ray!

Ned: Wait. Didn’t your dads forbid you from using it since they found out you shrink people and put them in a wall?

Yumyulack: Oh shit! You’re right! I can’t do this! I made a promise I cannot break! And I have to put it back before they know

Yumyulack puts away his shrink away. Suddenly, the Headphone Kids show up.

Jayden: Ugh! Well, if it isn’t Mark the traitor and his stupid alien boyfriend.

Mark rolls his eyes.

Yumyulack: What the you guys want?

Arnold the Cat: What do you want?

Aiden: Nothing just seeing how you losers are doing?!

Yumyulack: Leave us alone, assholes.

Mark Melner: Yeah! Got lost!

Aiden: Or what? pushes Yumyulack Punk?

Yumyulack snaps and tackles Aiden as the others start shouting. We then cut to the principal’s office.

Principle Brown: Thank you for coming on such short notice, Mr. and Mr. Opposites.

Korvo: I can’t believe that kid would enrage my boy. What was Aiden thinking? Aw poor Yumyulack. At least he got some friends. Plus, those Heapdhone boys have no right to pick on our son and his boyfriend.

Principal Brown: I am so sorry Aiden has done that to Yumyulack. That was out of context. turns towards Aiden, what were you thinking?!

Aiden: He started it by being a freak!

Korvo then stands up and goes papa wolf.

Korvo: Alright kid, listen here. Nobody… nobody insults my son! You got it?!

Aiden: Whatever.

Later Korvo and Terry are driving the replicants home from school.

Korvo: Sorry you had a rough day honey. I mean you didn’t have to tackle Aiden in anger though. Plus, why don’t you head to your room and calm down when we get back, okay? We’re really worried about you

Yumyulack: Okay.

Then the family went to go pick up Lili from her school.

Korvo: So how was school Lili?

Lili: Pretty amazing! I even got an A+ on my homework!

Terry: Wow! We’re so happy for you honey!

The Opposites arrives home. Korvo opens the door to reveal the Pupa has eaten everything.

Korvo: talking to Yumyulack Look honey, the next time you confront someone just try to use tranquil fury and give him a good sci-fi ass-whooping. But, not physically.

Then, he sees Pupa sick.

Korvo: Aw nuts. Pupa again?

Jesse: Ew! Pupa!

Korvo: D’aw you must be hungry.

Pupa nods.

Korvo: Why don’t I get you snack while I get ready for dinner?

Pupa smiles.

Terry: Oh and honey guess what? I invited someone to help us out for dinner.

The doorbell rings.

Korvo: Who exactly did you invite to help us out, Terry?

Korvo opens the door to reveal their neighbor Debbie.

Debbie: Your neighbor!

Korvo screams in shock.

Korvo: Debbie!

Debbie: Good evening, Korvo. Long time no see.

Korvo: Hey. We haven’t seen you since the wedding.

Debbie: D’aw well I am so glad you are letting me help you with dinner. That is very sweet. Korvo then grow surprised by the compliment and smiles

As Debbie leaves, Terry smirks at Korvo.

Korvo: Aw, you know what Terry? Debbie is a nice lady. I shouldn’t overreact. I mean I was annoyed by the time she is always seductive towards me but I should give her a chance.

Terry laughs.

Terry: I know. But at least you have me now. And I’m really glad you’re giving Debbie a chance.

Korvo hugs Terry.

Korvo: And I am too. kisses Terry on the lips Besides, I hate to admit it, but Debbie is a great cook. Beside, what’s the worse that could happen.

Suddenly the news turns on.

News Report: We interrupt this program to bring us some breaking news! Two crooks have escape from jail!

Terry: Oh God. It’s Cooke and Frankie, again.

Korvo: Oh shit! That can’t be them! Can it?

Jesse: What’s going on?

Lili: What’s happening?

The two alien husbands then grow determined faces while Debbie walks in.

Korvo: Debbie, you think you can do trap for criminals that might be out to kill us?

Debbie: Uh, yeah. I think so.

The two alien husbands grin.

Terry: Good. Cause we need them.

We then see Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke outside the Opposites’ house.

Miss Frankie: Okay. Let’s do this!

Principal Cooke: Fuck yeah!

Yumyulack: So what’s the plan?

Korvo: grinning Just wait and see.

Miss Frankie: Hurry up and knock at the door!

Once Principal Cooke knocks the door, suddenly two ropes tie up Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie’s feet.

Miss Frankie: What the fuck?!

The two crooks then floes while as they hit threw various traps like a blow leaves, a ooze ray, a pack of hair traps and then some tats and feathers as they scream. Terry laughs.

Yumyulack: recording it on phone This is priceless

Miss Frankie: Why those little-

Then, a punch of darts fly out and lands all over Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie as they moan and became unconscious.

Debbie: Wow! Awesome!

Korvo: That’s what happens when you mess with us. high fives Jesse

Lili: Hooray!

Terry: Plus, they’re gonna be unconscious around three months. So, that means they won’t wake up when the police arrives

We then see the police putting Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke in the cars.

Police Officer: Thank God they won’t wake up for three months. Thanks for your cooperation Mr. Opposites.

Korvo: Anytime.

Police Officer: to Terry Oh and Mr. Opposites, congrats on the promotion.

Terry: Thank you. But we can’t take all the credit. Our kids and neighbor Debbie helped!

Jesse: That’s right.

Lili: Yeah baby!

Police Officer: Thank you so much. Have a great night.

We then cut to Korvo reading a book in his and Terry’s bedroom.

Korvo: sigh; to himself Man, to be honest, Debbie has grown on me. She sure does make good traps and great meals.

Terry: Well, they’re not as good as your meals.

Korvo then notices Terry walking towards and then starts to grow seductively.

Terry: You wanna have some fun, sugar?

Korvo: Well, haven’t done it in quite a while.

The two then started to makeout but then Korvo starts to dominate Terry as the two began having sex.

Korvo: moaning Yes! Do you feel that you handsome fuck!

We then cut to after they have sex.

Terry: Woah. We haven’t had sex that hard since we first got married. So, uh, wanna go again?

Korvo: Sure. But can I ask you something first?

Terry: Yes?

Korvo: Do you ever wish things would be back to the way they were?

Terry: No. It’s already wonderful.

Korvo smiles. The next day at the office…

Henry the Horse: Congratulations Terry! You were amazing!

Terry: laughs Thanks.

Korvo: You sure don’t have to worry about David?

Terry: No. I don’t.

David Hinson: Hey! Opposites!

Terry however grins and decided to ignore him as he walks with Korvo.

David Hinson: Hey! Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you!

But, the two alien husbands still walk away while looking lovingly at each other. Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek.

Korvo: I love you.

Terry: I love you too, Korvy.

The two husbands then kiss as they continue walking.

The End

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ov105 · 2 years

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Short: Relax

A quickly assembled fic made out of a craving for an foot massage. I always felt like sleeping there. A little delayed for posting since university-related stuff got in the way. Going to need some self-love at the beach after this one!

2,088 words of Nancy

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“Relax, it’s all on me, those bastards that don’t take our advice can get lost.”

I remembered what my boss told me before he went the other way down the hall. Having turned down the opportunity to pay, and probably also for a promotion, as he handed a little too much cash to the front desk. Sighing under the warm towel on my forehead while I scrolled on my phone, lying only in my boxers. I wasn’t supposed to be worried, I was about to get a free massage, after all, so I sighed again. It was a quiet room, with a quartet of candles lit on a shelf, dimmed lamps directed into the ceiling, and some basic royalty-free sounds of nature playing. It just seemed right to unfold part of the towel to cover my eye.

I was already halfway asleep when Nancy came back. Hearing the door open and close silently as she shuffled toward the edge of the massage table. Rubbing her hands with oil, I felt her fingers on my toes, and probably thinking I already was dozing off, pressed her palm down. Hard enough to make my head spring up and take the towel off.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said, “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was going to,” I shrugged. I laid my head back down as she asked me how I wanted the next hour-and-a-half to feel. As goes with most things in my life so far, I blurted out my preference; mild.

“Alright, I’ll keep it mild. Just lie down,” and as she started to press, softer this time around, and sensing the tense muscles on my foot as she pressed down again, she said.

“And just relax.”

That seemed to do the trick. Now, Nancy had a soft tone. From how her hands worked and slid up my leg, and from earlier smalltalk before she had started. This wasn’t our first rodeo however, though the last time I saw her, she had longer hair. A twist however is that I was asleep for at least three-fourths of that first meeting. The second to fourth was just a repeat. Since then, I’ve met at least two of her colleagues, yet none of them had that touch that she had lulled me to sleep.

I’ve always noticed one thing; she stood slightly wider next to her colleagues. Her thick frame was barely hidden by the baggy faded purple uniform they all wore. It only took a few angles and glances from my phone to notice. I always thought I came first, so I always stole the luxury to end up dozing off—only to hear a faint moaning from the next massage room.

That guy, or on a few occasions, my guys, got their happy endings. And their money’s worth. So I wondered when I was next.

The next hour passed by, dozing in and out, only snapping awake to flip myself over. However, a sensation crept up my thigh that started to stir me. Trying to fight with myself as I tried to think my incoming erection away. Trying to force it to stay down from forming a tent in the towel. Yet Nancy’s fingers just kept coming back, further knocking at my second brain as my blood flowed down to my loins.

Before I knew it, I was on the losing end. It was Nancy anyway.

“You seem ready,” she remarked as she took her fingers off, “Do you mind if I do.”

I just waved my hand. I was her client, after all. A good time was overdue.

Grabbing at my bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze, before she took the hem of my boxers and slid them off. Taking my cock in her fingers, and like a cat to a laser, she had her eye on it. Turning to look at me as her lips opened, the brush of her breath quickly overridden by her lips. Sucking hard at my semi-erect cock, gripping at my shaft as her tongue glided down. Having done her work for her as I only got harder. Kissing at the tip as she slowed down, but all the same being loud and sloppy.

Having a free hand, I swung it up and rubbed on her thigh, awaiting some sort of signal. Nancy just smirked. Then lifted her lips for a second and swirled her tongue around my cock.

“Go on.”

So I slid it up to her ass. Proving myself right as I squeezed the soft flesh, making her shift a little as I felt her up. What I got in response to that was a deeper dive, sucking harder as she pulled back up. Setting that tune for herself as I laid my head back and hummed to Nancy’s lips on my cock.

It wasn’t long before, what had been an erection I’ve been fighting to keep, became one that I fought not to pop in her mouth. Feeling myself rock a bit as she became unstoppable. I needed more. I thought of reaching my hand deeper on her ass. I pretty much grabbed her and hung on as my fingers dug in. And that seemed to do the trick. Nancy released me with a loud pop, replacing it with a slow, almost unfelt, stroking.

“You want a little extra today, huh?”

“Just getting my money’s worth.”

“I usually don’t do this, not with our usual clientele,” she began, looking at me and my cock, “But you don’t seem so bad yourself.”

“It’s been some time.”

“Also, this one’s going to fit snugly in me, so,” Nancy said as she took position on the side of the table, “You got a condom?”

I just pointed to my pants, standing up and walking over naked to get it from my wallet. Hearing Nancy pull her pants down to the floor as she waited.

“You know, I haven’t used this in a while,” I said as I tore the packet open and unrolled it over my shaft. Then turning around to be greeted with the sight of her bent over.

Nancy just glanced at me, hiding a smile as I came up behind her. Rubbing my cock excitedly between her lips, thick much like herself, and teasing her with my tip, she looked back at me with eyes that told me to get over myself already. I knew we were running on a fast clock. I was just waiting for that look. So I pushed my tip in, only to freeze as I shook in the sudden tightness and warmth, placing and pressing my fingers into her hips. Barely able to start moving until I couldn’t, shuddering all the way through the second thrust.

I swear I was melting as my crotch met Nancy’s as I continued. Finding it hard to even pull back. But seemingly having watched me this whole time, I read her lips that only mouthed one thing; Faster.

Snapping my head back in place, I bucked my hips forward. The tugging grip she had on me instantly made me click into gear. Both of us groaned and devolved into mere animals as I went for deep, long thrusts to loosen her up. Pushing and pulling her against the massage table and a hair’s breadth away from carelessly pistoning. Unable to hear anything else in the room as I threw my head back, watching her just looking at me with a wicked, inviting impression.

Nancy knew what she wanted, airing her compliments out as I struck some chord in her. Telling me how much she’d wanted it since mere minutes ago, moaning loudly as she barely held herself up. Shifting to the way my cock rammed itself into her. Removing the facade of a meek customer and masseuse, to just two reckless adults. Her ass, fat and soft as I had felt it earlier, was bouncing along nicely. The thrill of misbehavior coursing through me as I did little to impend my orgasm.

“Grab my tits,” she said as I stopped.

Holding and pulling her up with one arm, I dialed down to shorter thrusts, with her hips greeting mine as I was stuck to her. Sliding my hand into her shirt, I forcibly pushed her bra up and grabbed at her tits. Having a bust larger than most, and feeling, squeezing it at the palm of my hand, almost sent me into overdrive. Nancy sucked me into her depths and egged me on.

What I had thought was just another fifteen minutes jerking off in a shower was now being spent inside my massage therapist, with far less control over myself. Clenching down on me with her folds, or was she always this tight? Making me think she was doing this not for a little extra, but rather a favor for us.

Rolling my hips impulsively, there was little I could do but watch her squirming as she let me have her. Remembering that I was just getting the most of my money as she evaded my lips when I tried to kiss her neck. Apologizing for crossing the line, with her instead pressing her ass back to me.

“Just keep fucking me.”

“I’m getting really tired though,” I protested, not adding another detail; the massage oil was starting to make me feel sticky.

“Fine,” Nancy sighed as she slipped off me, “Lie down.”

Doing as she instructed, I lied back down on the massage table where it all began. Grabbing a chair and carefully squatting atop of me, putting her feet on what little space was left on the padding. And with as much as a little tap on my cock, I felt my cock sliding between her lips and pushed herself down on me. All while not having taken her gaze off me, except to let out a long moan as she slowly threw her head back.

Placing her fingers on me, Nancy began to bounce, her thighs providing the perfect cushion as she did. And for having taken me completely raw and without foreplay herself, already so wet.

“Fuck,” she said shakily, “Other clients usually don’t let me do this.”

“Why so?” I barely managed to huff out.

“They’re too wide,” Nancy replied, “And would’ve cum earlier than you.”

I was unable to reply, completely taken over by the pricking feeling of an incoming orgasm. Shuddering and clenching my fists as she bounced on top of me. I was acting much like a freshman, being held under her grip. Acting as a conductor of my cock as she skillfully gyrated and rode it.

“Just hold on, I’ll make you cum in me.”

If this equated to a five-star review, I’d rate it higher. If only I could cackle now, raising my hands up as if redempted from a droning boredom, I would. Only to be substituted for a twitching cock that was being wildly ridden and leaving me a rumbling mess. Almost feeling like I needed to pay a little more for another go. Nancy was loudly moaning, slipping up bit-by-bit as she grinded, gyrated, and rode me all at once. Trying to get me to fill her up.

And with a faint whisper from her. I weakly thrusted upward and knew my hand was up.

Pressing her crotch down and gyrating did the trick. Shallowly rising back up, only to come down as my cock started to fill Nancy up. Grinding as I came deep inside, feeling every backed-up spurt barreling into her, my cock a prison, and her pussy an anticipating sleeve, save for the thin sheet of plastic that prevented it. Forgetting where I was or whose pussy I was releasing myself into. A combined feeling of relaxation and excitement leaving with every twitch that eventually rendered me a blob of flesh.

I just laid in that state, only snapping back when she asked me.

“So, I’ll see you next time then?”

I sat up, speechless, sitting completely naked on a massage table as my massuse waited for my reply. Nancy looked unaffected by the fucking I’d given her. I was the less fortunate case. Looking down at my cock and then only remembering the condom that I put on it. Snapping it off of me, tying it as I took a deep breath. Remembering I was the paying customer, I said.

“Next time, just say it straight.”

“Next time,” Nancy started, “I’ll try to massage you faster.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“So we can have more time, maybe even do it raw?”

#kpop #kpop smut #momoland #nancy

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weekly fic recs #22

most of these r not very happy as i have been sick and in an unpleasant mood for a lot of this week BUT they are all very good fics

fandom(s): bungo stray dogs

ship(s): soukoku, kunikidazai, shin soukoku, and ofc some gen fics

Oneshots

Touch Starved; Badwolf36 - bungo stray dogs

mature | 5.1k words | chuuya & dazai

summary:

“Alright, Mr. Cat Who Got the Canary, spill before I find a broom and get you down here for a proper interrogation.”

Anyone else would recognize the severity and seriousness of that threat. Akutagawa certainly would. So would Odasaku and Ango. Hell, even Mori would.

Chuuya just rolls his eyes.

“You really can’t stand someone knowing something you don’t, can you?” Dazai doesn’t answer, which is a damning ‘yes’ if Chuuya’s smirk is anything to go by. “Fine, fine. Only because seeing you all pouty is disturbing. Sit down and I’ll tell you. ____________ In which Dazai is touch starved and Chuuya is the one to figure it out and offer him a solution.

Touch and Go; insi - bungo stray dogs

mature | 3.6k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Chuuya pulled his phone away from his face at the sound of his own name, and looked at the screen. There were not many people who called him by that name, and even fewer who would have access to his personal number. “Yes? Who is this?”

The person on the other side seemed to hesitate for a moment as if bracing themselves. “It’s Tanizaki, from the Armed Detective Agency, and, well,” he said, “You’re listed on Dazai’s paperwork as his emergency contact and, ah… Would you be able to come?”

Fear Happiness Itself; lilydaze (lcosagens) - bungo stray dogs

mature | 6.3k words | chuuya & dazai, chuuya & kouyou | READ TAGS

summary:

The first time Chuuya really experiences a suicide attempt of Dazai's, it's a week after he joins the Port Mafia, when one of Kouyou's girls finds him about to kick a chair out from under himself and a handy noose in one of the brothel's backrooms.

What If I Stay?; psyluna - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 10.9k words | dazai/kunikida

summary:

Dazai has been absent for three days now. Skipping work isn’t too rare for him, actually. Just not for that long. Intrigued, Kunikida suspects that Dazai’s current disappearing act isn’t due to the usual reason.

Once more, it’s up to him to be the person to rely on.

January 10th; pickleurpickle - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 12.5k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai, ADA & dazai, ADA & chuuya | READ TAGS

summary:

Every year on Oda's death, Dazai suffers. On the sixth, he decides to try and end it in a way he thought was sure to work.

Or, Dazai gets high, breaks down, scares the Agency and Chuuya comes to help

“You stole my wisdom?!”; BlowingYourMind - bungo stray dogs

general audiences | 3.7k words | chuuya/dazai, chuuya & dazai

summary:

“How coincidental that the two of you would need to get your wisdom teeth out at the same time,” Mori broke the silence, tone filled with amusement. "I suppose we should schedule you appointments together?"

Dazai and Chuuya shared equal looks of disgust.

Being teenagers in the mafia was not easy, and Kouyou could emphasize. But nor is dealing with two teens hyped on drugs while bleeding from their mouths.

believe me darling, the stars were made for falling; communist_sasuke - bungo stray dogs

mature | 14.6k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

“You’re always saying how you’re going to kill me,” Dazai murmured, his expression drifting for a long moment. Chuuya clenched his jaw, not entirely liking where his partner was going with this. Then, Dazai’s eyes returned to Chuuya, fixing him with a tired honesty that had something in Chuuya’s chest twisting. “Would you do me a favour and fulfill that promise already?”

(Or: Chuuya doesn't want Dazai to die. Dazai has a slightly different opinion on the matter.)

Cat Tendencies; why_cant_turtles_fly - bungo stray dogs

general audiences | 3.7k words | atsushi & kyouka, atsushi & kunikida, akutagawa/atsushi, atsushi & ranpo

summary:

“He’s just like a cat, isn’t he Kunikida?” Dazai interrupted, grinning. “Sitting on top of tall things for fun. Maybe he would even start pushing things off if we placed them next to him!”

“I’m not a cat,” Atsushi insisted, “I just like sitting on my desk!” He felt like he was arguing with the void, two disbelieving faces staring back at him.

aka: Atsushi is more like a cat than he thinks.

Complete Fics

This is how it feels to take a fall; forest_raccoon - bungo stray dogs

mature | 9 chapters | 20.6k words | chuuya/dazai, ADA & dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

Gazing down into those blank, empty blue eyes, Dazai felt something shatter inside him. And in the wake of the destruction, the emptiness, he was flooded by sudden, ice-cold clarity. It wasn't okay. But it would be. He would make it okay.

[Or, something unthinkable happens, and Dazai goes more than a little feral in his attempt to reverse it.]

Don’t Lose Yourself; cheeto_frog - bungo stray dogs

not rated | 22 chapters | 112.5k words | chuuya/dazai, akutagawa/atsushi | READ TAGS

summary:

"I'm dead." Ryuunoske said stoically. Chuuya faltered, breath catching in his throat as he extended a finger just to drop it midair. "I'm sorry, you're WHAT?" "Dead. That's why your fist went through me. I kind of figured that part was obvious."

After Chuuya’s brother returns as a ghost and begs him to bring him back to life, Chuuya has no choice but to enter the infamous labyrinth with a rather annoying peer wrapped in bandages.

Chuuya is determined to save his brother—that is, if he and Dazai don’t kill each other first.

working for the knife; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (dark themes, vague-ish but still there sexual content) | 3 chapters | 30.3k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Did you do it because I told you I didn't care?" Chuuya finds himself asking. He dreads the answer. Dazai stares blankly at the ceiling.

"I would have done it even if you told me not to." He says.

Somehow, that feels worse.

hopelessly devoted; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (sexual content) | 18 chapters | 188.9k words | chuuya/dazai | READ TAGS

summary:

"Get your grades up." Oda tells him. "Then we'll talk."

Well, Dazai thinks. If he's going to be miserable, the least he can do is make Chuuya miserable, too. Maybe then Chuuya will ditch him and Dazai can fail out of college with no regrets.

I’d Rather be Drowning; The_notorious_subhuman_freakshow - bungo stray dogs

mature | 15 chapters | 76.5k words | chuuya/dazai, atsushi & dazai, dazai & oda | READ TAGS

summary:

He kept coming back. But that’s not how this whole thing was supposed to go. It was supposed to be out, out brief candle. Not having that candle turn into a forest fire that engulfed all previous senses. And now Dazai was the poor player still strutting on the stage, being dragged by strings this time by a new passion and pain. If his life were such a show, the playwright or bard would see that his was far too grueling to keep him living. They’d swiftly put him out of his pain and the audience would be satisfied and feel something Dazai would never be able to reach. But this wasn’t a play. This was a coffee shop.

Part-time barista, full-time suicide enthusiast Dazai is miffed when an unfairly attractive hothead of a stranger not only stops his suicide attempt but is now a regular at his workplace. It's made even worse that his presence is just making it difficult for Dazai to actually get to it.

aka Dazai's annoyed by the fact that Chuuya's giving him a reason to stay alive when all he wants is to die. But does he really?

Around We Go (And Back Again); zombiemarker - bungo stray dogs

teen and up | 7 chapters | 24.2k words | chuuya/dazai

summary:

Corruption takes a toll, the mafia doesn't care for weakness, and the ADA has a bad habit of picking up traumatized gay orphans.

In which the author beats the shit out of the characters in order to make them happier and healthier later. Also ADA Chuuya.

Incomplete Fics

busted kneecaps, broken china; soukocacola (VERlSlMlLlTUDE) - bungo stray dogs

explicit (dark themes, vague-ish but still there sexual content) | 1/3 chapters | 10.8k words | chuuya/dazai, dazai & mori, dazai & oda, dazai & kouyou, chuuya & kouyou, atsushi & dazai, dazai & yosano | READ TAGS

summary:

"I know you're not okay, Dazai," Chuuya seethes. "Do you?"

It's Dazai's turn to flounder, searching for excuses or reasons that won't come because he does know, because he knows and he lied, because–

He looks past Chuuya's shoulder at the china cabinet and wants to scream. The lie sits there, taunting him. This time, it wears Odasaku's face.

Dazai wants to get better. He does. Unfortunately, he has to stop denying what happened in the Port Mafia in order to get there.

Sequel to working for the knife.

#almost forgot these #[.grims weekly recs]#[.grims recs]#fic recs #reclist #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd fic recs #bungo stray dogs fic recs #bungou stray dogs fic recs

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New Year! Black Cat Struggle | 新春！黒猫争奪戦

Want to read along, but don’t have the game? Here’s a link to the event recorded!:

youtube

Event Period: 28 of December 2022 - 10 of January 2023

FEATURED CHARACTERS

Featured cards: Chifuyu Matsuno / Keisuke Baji

Event box: Tetta Kisaki

Event pass: Shuji Hanma

CLICK READ MORE TO VIEW THE EVENT STORY

STORY TRANSLATION

EVENT - PART 1

BAJI

ウッシ! 準備完了。着物も似合っちまうな、オレ

にしても・・・千冬のやつおせぇな。12時にうちに来るって言ってたのに寝坊か？

しゃーねー。起こしに行ってやるか！

Right! Finally ready. Man, I look real good in a kimono.

Anyways, what’s taking Chifuyu so long? He said he’d be here by 12… he overslept?

Whatever. I’ll go wake him up myself!

。。。

BAJI

千冬一。初詣行くぞー

Chifuyu. Let’s head off to the shrine

CHIFUYU

場地さん・・・!

Baji-san…!

BAJI

なんだよ。もう準備できてんじゃねぇかなんでウチ、来なかったんだよ

What's up？If you’re already ready, why didn’t you come over?

CHIFUYU

出かける前に猫にメシやろうと思ったんすけど居ないんですよね

I was gonna feed the cat before I left, but he’s not here.

BAJI

ふーん。正月だし、アイツも挨拶周りに忙しいんじゃねぇーの？

Hm. It’s the new year, so he’s probably busy greeting everyone else, ain’t he?

[ CHIFUYU’S phone rings ]

CHIFUYU

ん？タケミっちからメールだ

Hm? Takemitchy messaged.

TAKEMICHI

初詣で稀咲と半間に会ったんだけど半間が連れてる猫千冬の家の猫じゃね?

I saw Kisaki and Hanma at the shrine, and Hanma had this cat with them.

Phone

ーピルルルルル〜♪

Ring-ring-ring

Chifuyu Matsuno

ん？タケミっちからメールだ

Hm? Takemitchy texted me.

Takemitchy

初詣で稀咲と半間に会ったんだけど半間が連れてる猫。千冬の家の猫じゃね?

While I was at the shrine I saw Kisaki and Hanma, but Hanma had a cat with them. Isn’t this your cat Chifuyu?

CHIFUYU

！！！

BAJI

まさか半間のやろうが誘揚したのか！？

Don’t tell me Hanma lured him away!?

CHIFUYU

あの野郎・・・！

That asshole…!

BAJI

とりあえず、神社に行くぞ二人で助け出すんだ！

Let’s hurry to the shrine. We gotta get him outta there!

CHIFUYU

はい！！！

YEAH!!!

_ _ _ _ _

AROUND MAP

KISAKI

神頼みなんてするつもりはないけどな

I’m not asking God for anything.

_ _ _ _ _

BEFORE BATTLE

CHIFUYU

見つけたぞ稀咲！！！

We found you, Kisaki!!!

KISAKI

松野？どうしたんだ、息を切らせて

Matsuno? What’s the matter? You’re out of breath.

CHIFUYU

とぼけんじゃねぇーよ。さっきの猫はどうした！！

Don’t play dumb with me. Where’s the cat you had earlier!?

KISAKI

猫？

Cat?

BAJI

千冬のとこの猫だよ。オマエと半間が連れてたのを見たやつがいてな

It’s Chifuyu’s cat. Someone saw you and Hanma with him.

KISAKI

あぁ、あの黒猫のことか

Aah, that black cat.

CHIFUYU

やっぱり。テメェらが誘揚したのか！！覚悟はできてるよな！？

I knew it. You guys lured him out!! You ready for this!?

KISAKI

は？ちょっと待て・・・

Huh? Wait a second-

BAJI

人の大事なもん攫ったんだ。やられる覚悟くらいあるだろ?

You stole something precious from someone. You ready to get your ass beat?

CHIFUYU

いくぜ！！

LET'S GO!!

_ _ _ _ _

AFTER BATTLE

KISAKI

くそ・・・なんでオレが殴られなきゃいけねぇんだ

Shit… Why am I the one who has to get beat up?

CHIFUYU

隠してねぇで。さっさと居場所を教えろ

Quit hiding him. Tell us where he is.

KISAKI

猫なら、半間が連れてるよ

If you mean the cat, he’s with Hanma.

BAJI

なら、半間を今すぐここへ呼び出せ

Then you better call Hanma over here now.

KISAKI

分かったよ

I got it.

_ _ _ _ _

EVENT - PART 2

KISAKI

境内の方に居るからお前らが来いってさ

He said he’s on the other side of the shrine so we should go over to him.

CHIFUYU

はあ！?

Huh!?

BAJI

盗人たけのこシイタケとはこのことか

He sure has the audacily, doesn’t he?

CHIFUYU

・・・盗人猛々しいっスか？

…You mean the audacity?

BAJI

そう、それだ！

Yeah, that!

KISAKI

ムカつくけど。とりあえず、境内の方に行くしかねぇな

What a pain in the ass. Anyways, let’s go over to where he is..

CHIFUYU

ウッス・・・

今助けに行くからな待ってろよ！

Yeah…

Wait for us - we’re coming to save you!

_ _ _ _ _

AROUND MAP

HANMA

ヒャハ。面白いことになってきたな♥Hyaha. This is gonna be interesting ♥

_ _ _ _ _

BEFORE BATTLE

CHIFUYU

半間！！！

Hanma!!!

HANMA

おぉーほんとに来た。そんなにこの猫が大事なんだ��

Ooh, you actually came. Is this cat really that special to you?

CHIFUYU

当たり前だろ！家族なんだから。

Of course he is! He’s a part of my family after all.

HANMA

家族ねぇ・・・ふーん

Family, huh… hmmm.

BAJI

いいからさっさとこっちに渡せよ

Hurry up and give him back already.

HANMA

そんな冷たいこと言うなよ

オレもコイツと数時間だけど一緒に過ごして愛着わいちゃって♥

うちの子にしていい〜？

Come on, don’t be so cold.

I spent some time with this little guy, so I ended up getting attached ♥

Can’t I have him~?

CHIFUYU

ふざけんな！！　いいわけないだろが！！！

オマエを倒してゼッテー取り戻す！！！

かかってこいよ！！！

Don’t fuck around!!! There’s no way that’s happening!!!

I’m taking you down, and taking him back!!!

Come at me!!!

HANMA

ハハ♥

いいぜ、オレが勝ったらコイツはオレのものだ

Haha ♥

Alrighty then, that means if I win, I’m keeping him.

_ _ _ _ _

AFTER BATTLE

CHIFUYU

オレの・・・勝ちだ！！！

ソイツを渡してもらおうか

AND THAT’S… MY WIN!!!

Now hurry up and hand him over.

HANMA

・・・いやだ♥

…Don’t wanna ♥

CHIFUYU

はあ！？　何言ってんだテメェ

Hah!?　The heck you saying?!

BAJI

まぁまぁ、ちょっと落ち着け千冬

Now hold on, calm down for a sec, Chifuyu.

CHIFUYU

場地さん…

Baji-san…

BAJI

こうなったら猫本人に選ばせるのはどうだ？

How ‘bout we just let him choose for himself?

CHIFUYU / HANMA

え？

Eh?

BAJI

オマエらそこに二人で並べそんで、コイツはオレが預かるぞここから猫を離す

二人が呼んで、コイツが向かった方が家族だ

You guys stand over there while I hold him, then I’ll let him go.

You guys can call him over, and we’ll see who he chooses as his family.

CHIFUYU

ちょっと待ってくださいよこんなやり方納得できませんよ！

オレの家族なのに…

Wait, hold on a second, I don’t think we should do it like this!

Even though he’s my cat…

BAJI

分かってる

オマエの愛情はコイツにも十分伝わってるはずだ

数時間相手しただけの半間の元に行くわけねぇだろ？

I understand.

So I’m sure he understands just how much you love him.

Like, how would he ever choose Hanma who’s only spent a few hours with him?

CHIFUYU

場地さん..！

Baji-san..!

BAJI

よし！じゃあ行くぞ〜。それ！

Right! Let’s get things started~Go on!

CHIFUYU

こっちこい！家に帰って一緒にこたつでゴロゴロしよう！

Come here! Let’s go home and relax under the kotatsu!

HANMA

いーや、オレと一緒にアユの塩焼き食べようぜ♥

No way,we can eat some grilled sweetfish together instead♥

CHIFUYU

はあ！？そんな塩分高いもの食わせんじゃねーよ。ほら、帰ってこい！

Haah!? You’re not supposed to feed him all that salty food. Come on, come home with me!

HANMA

こんなロうるさいヤツよりオレの方がいいよな？

You’d rather be with me than this annoying loser, right?

CAT

ニャ

Meow

BAJI

あ…..

Ah…

CAT

ニャーーン

Meoooow

BAJI

何だよ、オレが良いのかよ

What, you want me?

CHIFUYU

そっち！?

HIM!?

HANMA

ありゃりゃ。負けちったか

Well well well, I guess I lost, huh.

CHIFUYU

じゃあ、オレと一緒に干冬の家に帰るか！

Alright then, let’s head back home to Chifuyu’s!

CAT

ニャン！

Meow!

CHIFUYU

ちょ、待ってくださいよ！オレも一緒に帰ります！！！

W-wait for me! I’m coming home with you too!!!

BAJI

よしよし、可愛い奴め

You’re a cute little guy, aren’t ya.

CAT

ニャーーン♥

Meoooow♥

CHIFUYU

何、場地さんに懐いてんだよ〜　オレの何がダメなんだ！?ｘｘｘ

Huh, you’re really attached to Baji-san~ But what’s wrong with me then!?

KISAKI

半間

Hanma

HANMA

よお一稀咲。見てないでオマエも参加すればよかったのに

Yo, Kisaki. It would’ve been better if you joined in instead of just watching, ya know.

KISAKI

もう十分巻き込まれてたよ

で？もう満足なのか？

わざわざ迷い猫をったかと思ったら松野を挑発したりして

I’ve already had enough of it.

So? Are you satisfied now?

You thought it was a stray cat, but then went out of your way to provoke Matsuno.

HANMA

ああ。猫なんか興味なかったけど思いのほか楽しい初詣になったよ

Aah. I wasn’t really interested in that cat, but it still turned out to be a fun first shrine visit of the year.

KISAKI

松野はともかく、場地は油断ならねぇやつだ

おもちゃにするのもほどほどにしろよ

Matsuno aside, Baji is the one we have be wary of.

Don’t play with your toys too much.

HANMA

オマエがオレを退屈にさせなけりゃ大人しくしてるよ

今年も楽しませてくれよ♥

Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet as long as you keep me entertained.

Let’s have some more fun this year too♥

[ EVENT END ]

You can view all my translations for Tokyo Revengers: Puzzle Revengers & Hypnosis Mic: Alternative Rap Battle in my discord: HERE.

#tokyo revengers #puzzle revengers #chifuyu matsuno #keisuke baji #tetta kisaki #shuji hanma #travoltacustom-translates

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generalluxun · 10 months

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ML Fanfiction: A Modest Proposal

Author's Note: MCD, Fluff and *ANGST*, Post-Canon, Post S5, Adrienette, engagement, ficlet.

Summary: things are great for Marinette. She's sucessful, Paris is safe, and she has the best boyfriend in the world. If only she could get him to take the hint she would like the best *Husband* in the world.

Returning from a business trip to Munich, Marinette loses touch with Adrien. Having never been out of touch for more than an hour in years, she instantly panics. However her panic seems to be founded as Adrien is not the only one who has disappeared...

Full Text Below the cut. Link to the fic on AO3 in the bio.

Marinette shuffled the papers in her lap, Even traveling first class could feel cramped with too much work to do. Amid ideas for the summer lines, wrap up work for the show she was returning from in Munich, and some wedding ideas she planned to leave in a conspicuous place for Adrien, she nearly missed her phone lighting up. She’d half buried it on purpose to keep from picking it up every five seconds, and sent work scattering as she snatched and thumbed the pick up.

“Alya?”

“I haven’t heard from him today, Marinette. When was the last time you did?”

Fear gripped Marinette’s chest. She had really been really hoping this was just a ‘Marinette thing.’ “I talked with him last night after the show. He sent a good morning text when he woke u, but I never got anything after that.”

Aya sounded slightly exasperated, “Marinette that’s… four hours?”

“Alya… we haven’t been radio silent that long in forever. He would have mentioned it if he had something going on. I sent texts and called when my train left.”

Resigned, “Alright Marinette, but you owe me. I’ll grille Nino and Luka first. You get to talk to his cousin.”

“Alya, I still have to-”

“Marinette, if I’m chasing this goose, so are you. Spread that net, buggababe.”

Alya hung up and Marinette admitted she was right. The work before her was important, but this feeling in her stomach wouldn’t go away. Marinette stuffed it all in her briefcase, feeling a twinge as she handled the wedding ideas. This is what I get for being selfish and dropping hints.

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Felix: Nothing. Kagami: Nothing. Nino: Nothing. Luka: Nothing. Zoe: Nothing. Nathalie: Nothing. Emilie: Nothing. Amilie: Nothing. All their friends: Nothing. Marinette got desperate and called Chloé Bourgeois of all people.

“You stole him years ago. Now you’ve lost him?”

Marinette hung up.

She jammed her phone into her bag and fumbled with her luggage and keys all at once. Even before she got her key in the lock a black ball shot through the door and latched onto her face.

“Where have you been? I can’t find him anywhere! You need to find him! You’re the guardian! That’s your job! My kitten is missing!”

Marinette reeled and snatched Plagg from the air. Instincts had her looking up and down the hall -no witnesses- “Hold on!” She pushed open the door, throwing, rolling, and kicking her luggage through haphazardly before slamming the door shut. She let Plagg go, and Tikki spiraled up out of her coat.

“Cat Noir is missing? Marinette felt that pit in her stomach getting worse. “What happened Plagg?”

The black cat Kwami flitted back and forth. “I don’t know! I was napping in the ring, then *bop* I get jostled out. I’m on the ground! No -bubbles rippled from Plagg’s mouth- anywhere!”

Tikki flitted forward and began a whisper-argument with Plagg as Marinette leaned on the kitchen counter. The room felt like it was spinning. She’d barely eaten anything this morning and was glad for it right now. Her stomach lurched. Both of them? Her thoughts went instantly to the missing butterfly. Marinette’s mouth went dry, but her hero-self took over. “Plagg. You know who the other holders are. Give me your ring, but go find them. Tell them who Cat Noir is, you have my permission as Guardian. Just tell them not to tell me. Tell them to look everywhere.”

Marinette turned, shedding her long coat,”Tikki, you and I are going to find Felix. He’s got the best means of tracking Adrien down. I have a hunch if we find one, we might find the other. This doesn’t feel like an accident. Tikki, Spots on!”

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Nothing, nothing on both fronts. Three days had passed. The police were notified for Adrien, who could she tell about Cat Noir? Felix hadn’t changed back from Argos once, and was only sleeping right now because Kagami was sitting in the room, keeping him in bed.

Marinette sat in the dining room of their flat, puffy eyed, with Nino and Zoe. They’d taken shifts with her since the double disappearance. She resented and loved them for it. She was all but useless at the moment. She’d slept even less than Felix, no one had dared try to hold her down. In an effort to help give her pain meaning, and to grasp for a positive outcome, she was going through wedding ideas again.

Agreste manor was the obvious choice, but also Cliché. Someplace out in the country would give them more room for the scale their wedding would probably take on. Marinette had a brief moment of happiness envisioning a giant wedding with a thousand guests… all waiting while she and Adrien eloped to be married in private.

Adrien was allergic to feathers, so no doves. She wondered if it would be viable to release hamsters. She wanted to take him back to Shanghai for their honeymoon. She wanted him to be a part of her diving into the part of her family she hadn’t had the time to really explore how she wanted; past and future in a perfect balance.

All she had to do was get him to actually propose. Them getting married was a forgone conclusion at this point. Everyone was simply waiting. Marinette had even used her friends to feel him out. The answer was always ‘I just want to make sure it’s perfect.’

How did she communicate that he could throw her over his shoulder, plop her in front of a judge, and make her the happiest woman in the world?

A phone lit up in the middle of the table, and all three present dove for it. Marinette got to it first. She hit pick up, “Hello?”

A strange voice questioned, “May I speak to Adrien Agreste?”

“Who’s calling?”

“Umm… Mr. Agreste left instructions to only speak to him.”

Marinette moved the phone from one ear to the other, trembling with fear, rage, anxiety, and she didn’t know what else. This replacement phone might be their only lifeline. She couldn’t be coy. “Mr. Agreste is missing. If you’re someone who’s seen him in the last few days then tell me who you are.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I- this is Alois Riché, from Louis Cartier. I wasn’t the one who dealt with Mr. Agreste directly. I was just calling to tell him his order has been completed.”

Marinette knew the name of the boutique, but her brain was too swamped in emotion-chemicals to make the connections. “Order?”

“The engagement ring, Madam.”

From the corner of her eye she saw Nino wave to her, then give her the thumbs up. The device Max had given them had traced the call. Not that Marinette needed to be told the address. The phone fell from her nerveless fingers and Marinette told the air, “I’ll be right there.”

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It was something. It was pointless. It was everything. Marinette threw the doors to the boutique wide even before they could be opened for her. She stormed the counter and threw down her ID. Nino and Zoe followed slowly after her, both keeping close and trying to counterbalance her anxiety with outward calm.

The jeweler, Alois, brought out the engagement ring quickly. Mixing excitement with an awkwardness as his clear artisan’s pride mingled with the occasion. He opened the box and turned it for her inspection, “Here it is Madam.”

It was perfect. A silver band cradled a full moon cut diamond. Adrien was always saying how he wanted to give her the moon. He finally did it.

The ring blurred as Marinette took it from the box. By the time she put it on her finger she could barely see. It felt warm. It felt Adrien. She couldn’t stop crying, but inside a core of resolve bloomed at the connection. They would find him. He would be okay. Then they would find Cat Noir. Then they would make whoever dared hurt her loved ones pay.

Marinette flexed her fingers, proposal or no, the ring was a touchstone. Tears were still flowing but Marinette managed a smile through them. She nodded her head to the jeweler, “Thank you.”

He was clearly caught out by the scene and retreated into professionalism. “It was an honor madam. It was an elegant design in its simplicity. I loved the idea the moment he told me of it. Two become one; such a romantic notion. It was the only reason I could bear to melt down the original rings to make it.”

Marinette collapsed.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #ml fanfic #angst #fluff #engagement #MCD #post- S5 #Post-canon #Ficlet

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 21

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Mission: Abominable begins!!

Author’s Note: I keep getting frustrated at myself for writing Y/N to be so thirsty, but I’m also just writing her how I assume my character is in the game, given how harem-like Stardew kinda accidentally can be. So like.. yeah. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ She’ll eventually figure out that she’s probably poly lol.

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Magnus was super understanding when I told him that I wanted to go home and rest for a bit. I promised I’d be back later in the day, but told me with a sympathetic smile to take all the time I need to recuperate from my incident with his potion, noting that the mental effects may be drastic even with the physical symptoms gone.

It’s not just the potion I need recuperation from, I’d thought to myself with high hopes that he wouldn’t hear.

Deciding to take him up on the offer to just go back some other time, I spent the rest of the day sulking. Played a few online games with Seb, but just moped around otherwise. Wondering if that was all just an allergic reaction, or if it was my body’s way of rejecting magic… like, what if I’ve got ~the sense~ for these things, but can’t actually partake in any of it? That would suck, dude.

And then there’s the issue of that… lovey feeling that formed in me during the whole debacle.

That isn’t fun either.

We’re gonna ignore that part, though!

The new day has been lazy, but much needed, after all that farm work and stuff yesterday. I made some crepes for the first time as breakfast, researched good kotatsus for the upcoming colder seasons, and did a ton of much needed cleaning around the house. Got some playtime in with Cannoli too, once it got darker and cooler outside.

Now, the little man’s laying on my belly and purring as I stroke his soft fur. Soothing me from spiraling into any self-deprecating thoughts now that I’m not distracted by chores. Hopefully I can be a good farmer, if nothing else… but only time will tell.

I take note of how much bigger this lil’ man has gotten. He was basically skin and bone when Marnie delivered him to me like the goddamn stork, and now, he’s perfectly chubby, with fur thicker than ever before. It’s becoming apparent that he might be a Siberian, rather than a short-haired something-or-other.

I pick him up so that I can sit with my back against the headboard, holding him out in front of me once I’m settled. He softly meows, probably wanting me to put him back down, but instead I hold him to my chest like a baby and nuzzle my face onto the top of his head. His immediate purring soothes my soul. I guess I’m a pretty good cat mom, too.

I still have plenty of time — several hours, actually — to kill before I want to go to bed, but nothing feels appealing. I’ve played through all my games and don’t want to spend money on anything new quite yet. I don’t want to go back to Magnus just yet, because… obviously. I’m too lazy to make dinner, but don’t feel like ordering in either. And, it’s a Friday, so Seb and Sam have had band practice and whatnot with Abby all day. Don’t know if I wanna impede on their ritual hangouts.

It’s times like this where I really wish I had more confidence and more friends.

My phone vibrates, and in my desperation to not disturb Cannoli again, I try to grab at it without moving much. Unfortunately, I just wind up kicking it further away and onto the ground. Fuck.

Great to know that even if Magnus’ potion works, my clumsiness decided to stick around.

I apologetically kiss the fuzzy little head beneath mine before putting him aside, standing up and retrieving the device. I have a text notification from a number I don’t recognize.

Preparing for it to be spam, I unlock the screen, and am quite frankly baffled with my findings.

xxx-xxx-xxxx > heyyy. stole ur number from sebby’s phone

xxx-xxx-xxxx > it’s abby

Why is she texting me? Why was she going through his phone?

I shrug it off and quickly add her to my contacts and sit at the edge of the bed before answering.

< hey! what’s up

Abby > him and sam told me ur planning to check out that weird ass tower

Abby > i want in

Ohhh, Abigail. Just as fuckin’ peachy as ever. The stresses of the past two days aren’t allowing me to cope well with her intrusion... makin’ it real hard to want to be friends with her.

I sigh, silently urging myself to smile through the pain. It’ll pay off! If we can be friends, everyone will benefit, right?

Right?

< fine by me

< i’ll keep ya posted :)

Abby > no you won’t

Abby > we’re going tonight :)

…What?

Abby > i’ll meet you outside ur place at 12

WHAT?

< do i get any say in this?

Abby > c ya laterrr ;)

“Oh , come the fuck ON, bro!”

I hear Cannoli subtly activate beside me and put a comforting hand on his back, eyes still trained on Abby’s texts.

I peer up a few inches for the time. Just turned 8. That gives me 4 hours to contact Magnus somehow (I really need this dude’s fucking number, if he even has a phone), figure out some sort of plan that’ll benefit us both, and get back home… Ugh. I’m gonna have to go all the way there, aren’t I?

I’ve gotta leave, like, now.

I’m in the same outfit I wore out yesterday, but with one less bra and some cozy gray shorts instead of a skirt. Now isn’t the time for a bra. I toss my white sneakers over the black crew socks I’d been wearing, grab my keys, and make a dash for Magnus’ tower. I use my left forearm and hand to flatten my chest, keeping the ladies from flopping around, while my right arm pumps, phone and keys clutched in its hand.

The longer I run, the more I realize that I’m not tired. Like, at all. My lungs are fine, my heart rate seems as low as it usually rests, and I’m not breaking a sweat despite the humid summer air clinging to my skin. I wonder if this is what Magnus meant when he said the potion would lower my fatigue, like, permanently.

I also have the jarring realization that these shorts are short and they’re riding up my ass and coochie and Yoba I’m gonna look like a fucking mess showing up to his house like this. I shake my head and right wrist briefly to stop myself from getting too distracted. Gotta focus on keeping my pace.

Once the tower is within viewing distance, I check my phone for the time. About 15 minutes have passed – Magnus and I will have a few hours to get something done. I pick up the pace, only now starting to feel any shortness in my breath or dampness on my forehead. As I near the bottom of the cliff his tower’s perched on, I call out the wizard’s name, hoping he’ll hear me or feel my presence or something.

Thankfully, it works like a charm – just a few seconds after his title escapes my mouth, his response echoes within me.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” He sounds worried – must’ve sensed my urgency. I sigh out in relief that he was able to answer so quickly. “Is everything alright?”

“Not really,” I explain, making my way up the steps. “Abby wants to come here tonight.”

“Fuck,” he groans, with his low and rumbly voice.

My breath hitches because o-oh my god that was the first time I’ve heard him say The Fuck Word and it sounded so—?!

I feel the hairs raise on my arms and my heart rate and temperature only now pick up.

No, (y/n)! Stop it! Bad dog!

I stop proceeding forward once I make it to the top of the stairs, breathe deeply, and blink a few times, in a desperate attempt to keep my mind empty and unable to be perceived.

Noticing how my hair threatens to stick to my neck and face, I tip my upper half down to pull my tresses up into a ponytail. God, my shorts were already riding up before, but the bent over motion I just did is shoving them further into my crack. Luckily, I’m able to get them into a more appropriate position by the time Magnus opens the door.

He asks aloud, “When will she be arriving?” as I give myself a once-over to make sure I’m not terribly disheveled.

“She wants to meet me at my house at midnight, and work from there.”

As I roll my sleeves to my elbows, I look up to meet his eyes, blue with concern. He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, his other on his hip, as he scans my face, and then my body oh god oh fuck and then my face again.

“Well,” he looks down at his feet in thought for a moment, trailing off. He seems to be in thought, but I could swear I just saw a flash of pink or red in his irises before they turned maroon again… Huh. “I must disguise anywhere that will be accessible, as well as bar off the basement.”

Magnus meets my orbs again, looking more confident this time around. “I can perform an enchantment to rearrange the appearance of my home, but it will require plenty of energy. It would be too risky to try the same spell downstairs, due to its inventory. Would you be willing to complete a small task while I work?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course.” I walk forward, so that I’m not, like, shouting at him from the top of the stairs anymore.

He lets me inside as he explains the first priority for the night. Magnus leads me downstairs, and describes that he has a statue down here – he calls it the Shrine of Illusions – which he can use to change his appearance at the cost of a drop of blood and some money. He has to do this, being how much different he looks than your average villager around here; and we do want him to seem like some guy that just so happens to like living in seclusion, after all.

While he’s talking, I gaze around yearningly at the bookshelves surrounding either side of the hallway. It’s been so long since I’ve read anything other than, like, fanfiction. Noticing my wandering eyes, he promises to allow me back here in the future, claiming a lot of these will help with my potential apprenticeship.

The room he escorts me to has some more books and a lounging area to the left, and the Shrine to the right, with a smaller version of the spell circle he has upstairs in front of it. I assume he needs to stand there or some shit for the shrine to do its thing.

After a warning that it’ll take him a bit to finish his transformation, I get cozy with a book on the opposite end of the room. The one I picked out at random – The Wizard’s Compendium: Oaths of the Corrupted – is an allegedly true story about the people who used to live in a desert in Galdora, now called the Crimson Badlands. It became dangerous and barren over time, due to a rising presence of black magic amongst its inhabitants.

I want to focus on the book so badly. I’m genuinely interested in learning, especially based on what the summary has to say about it… but once I glimpse up to check on Magnus, I find it hard to revert my attention.

As he works, his skin glows brightly, like those fancy berries he’s cultivating outside. He sits cross legged, floating above the also glowing ring painted on the floor, with his hands splayed out in front of him as some funky lil’ stars twirl around them. A slight breeze blows his hair out of his face, and his expression resembles that of someone who’s sleeping: eyes closed, mouth relaxed, only deep breaths escaping him.

He’s so beautiful.

Fuck.

No.

Stop ogling.

Wincing at myself, I sink lower onto the scarlet cushion of the sofa, and attempt to delve back into the book. Just when I’m finally getting lost in its contents, Magnus approaches.

“Alright, how do I look?”

Taking note of what page I’m on for future reference, I shut the book and all but melt at the figure before me.

Magnus’ usual gray skin is now a rich, dark amber. His hair is black with some gray speckled throughout, and his eyes are a deep and piercing shade of liquid gold, with some light wrinkles adorning the corners and bags. His ears are no longer pointed, but all else remains the same – he’s still crazy tall, still has the same features, and still has that stupid little beauty mark under his one eye. His clothes aren’t different either, but his earrings are gone.

Unfortunately, he looks stunning.

I barely even notice how easily I fucking blurt that opinion out to him oh my fucking god, but when his eyes widen and a deep crimson paints his cheeks, I realize my mistake. My features mirror his in an instant.

“O-oh my god, I mean, um…” I stammer for a sec as I look down at the closed book in my lap, trying to figure out the best way to escape this situation. “I just…” There is no escape. “I didn’t mean to just…” I am trapped. “Fuck.” I am a dumbass. “Sorry…” I mumble in defeat, hiding my face in my hands.

I only look back up when I feel his hand comfortingly flatten against my scalp, prompting a squeak out of me. He’s smirking, and has a mischievous glint in his eye as he starts his response. That look isn’t something I see often... only from, like, Seb.

My boyfriend…

Fuck me.

“I appreciate the praise, (y/n).” His voice sounds more… silky than usual? Hello?! “Truly.”

He removes the hand from my head and gestures for me to give him my own, so he can help me from my seat. I quietly and meekly thank him as I return the book back to its spot on the shelf. Then, Magnus explains our next steps:

I’m gonna be performing a low-level spell – one that he thinks I should be able to manage, despite my fucking atrocious experience with magic yesterday – in order to reinforce that nobody’ll be able to enter the basement until Abby’s gone. He doesn’t want me near him as he enchants the main areas, because one wrong move by me can throw everything off. He reminds me that we don’t want Abby to know magic is, like, an actuality yet. Any indication of what he does can turn this night into a whole thing. So, when I’m done enchanting the door, I’m to wait at the bottom of the stairs that lead down here until further notice.

I patiently linger by the top of the steps, admiring Magnus’ plants until he returns with a tome. He opens to the page I’ll need, and points to a specific section; he then mutters something barely legible, and a purple highlighter effect spreads across the lines I’m supposed to read.

“Remember, (y/n),” he sternly orders with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t read anything else in this book out loud, even as a whisper.” I nod, and he reinforces the point, his unfamiliarly dazzling eyes boring into mine. “The effects of any other spell in this book summoned by an untrained mage could legitimately become catastrophic.”

“Got it,” I confirm with another nod. I let out a shaky breath as I look away from his face. “No pressure.”

His hand still on my shoulder, he gives it a squeeze. “Hey,” he calls for my attention. “I am assigning this to you so that you can practice. It’s quite elementary, but being that you’ve never incanted a spell before, it is truly not an issue if you find yourself unable.” Magnus offers a reassuring smile, seemingly melting my worries away. “I believe you can do this. And if your efforts fail, it’s nothing that I can’t fix once I’m done with my own duties upstairs. Alright?”

I nod again. Go off, bobblehead. I grin up at his kind features and thank him for the support, adding, “I’ll do my best.”

As Magnus climbs the stairs, he assures me he’ll need no more than 25 minutes, but reminds me that I absolutely cannot interrupt.

When he’s gone, I sigh, and look down at the open book in my arms. I sit on the steps in front of the locked door, reading it over in my head a few times.

I fumble my words often when I’m nervy, but when it comes to reading things out loud, I’m a fucking disaster. I need to rehearse this a few times if I want to do it correctly… then again, I don’t know if I can do the spell, nor do I know how much mana I have if that’s even something I do have, so I’m unsure of how many chances I’ll get to get this right.

A few minutes pass before I hear things moving around upstairs. I’m assuming that means Magnus is already deep in his work.

Now’s probably a good time to try this.

I stand up, taking a few deep breaths and hopping in place a little to shake out my worries. I then reach out in front of me until my palm is flat on the wooden door, look down at the grimoire, and begin.

My incantation is slow, and I’m careful to enunciate the words on the page. A few syllables in, something begins to tickle the inside of my stomach – it’s hard to ignore, but I do my best to push it aside. Before I know it, that feeling spreads, and suddenly it’s like I can distinctly feel each and every vein pulsing in my body. With only a few words left, the hand on the door begins to shimmer similarly to how Magnus did downstairs during his makeover.

And then…

There’s no fancy sparks, or any visible force coating the door, or anything. All that fancy shit… just kinda stopped once my words faded.

…Maaybe I just have to test it for myself?

I take a deep breath, wrap my fingers around the handle, and swing the door open with ease god fucking damnit.

I wish I knew what had gone wrong, but I’ve obviously got no idea, and it’s not like I have Magnus here supervising or providing guidance.

I guess I’ll just have to keep going.

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